#two of a kind

[feral-activity]

year of the snake ✨Pokémon tarot card🐍two of snakes (two of cups)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Two of a Kind 8

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Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; manipulation; criminal behaviour; cumplay/creampie, talk of contraception; written for smut, just being honest. Not all elements will be tagged/warned.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. It features dark!Ransom Drysdale and dark!Modern Charles Blackwood. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Ransom and Charles are partner’s in crime but they’re looking for some pleasure after years of business.

Note: :)

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya.

Ransom paces. He’s agitated. Charles always has to be the big man. Always has to be in control. That’s not how this works. This is a partnership. They are equal, in all their gains. It’s why they’re so efficient. 

So how come he’s out in the cold and Charlie Boy is cuddled up nice and close with the kitty. He bets he’s in there getting a double dip. Fucking unbelievable. 

Ransom snarls and flops onto the couch. His satin boxers tickle his tip and he hardens. He hasn’t fully calmed down. Every time he thinks about how she squeezed him, he tingles and twitches. Fuck, that was good. Who would’ve thought?  

He sighs and stands up. He charges down the hall to Charles’ room then stops. He strides back to the front room and retraces his steps a second time. He snarls and cracks his neck. They had a fucking deal. They share. So why is he in there hogging her all to himself? 

He closes his eyes and pictures her shivering in the tub. The tears streaked down her cheeks and the glistening, sticky aftermath of fucking all over her skin. The way he covered her has him fully hard. Fuck it, he’s not waiting until morning. 

He turns the handle and swings the door inward. The room is dark. He can smell the chamomile. Charles’ snores rumble in the dark. He always sounded like a pig in heat when he slept. Ransom slows as his eyes adjust to the dim. 

He sees her squirm. She’s under Charles’ arm. He thinks she’s awake, he swears he can feel her eyes on him. He nears quietly, placing each foot carefully, and bends over the side of the bed. He measures’ his accomplices snores. 

He runs his fingertips down her arm and wraps his fingers around her wrist. He’s lucked out and he’s not gonna pass up the prime opportunity. He tugs her and she whimpers. He hisses out a hush. She gulps and slides out from beneath the blankets and Charles’ arm. 

Ransom stops and pulls her to him as the other man grumbles and shifts onto his stomach. He puts his hand over her mouth to quiet her gasp and she presses flush to him. She’s still naked. 

He turns her and walks her toward the door. He ushers her into the hall as she awkwardly mimics his steps. He reaches back to close the door and she whines. 

“Please, I’m tired--” 

“Shut up,” he snarls. “You can sleep, I’ll still fuck you.” 

“But... Ransom... I... I thought you liked me--” 

He chuckles, sure to keep it low. He nudges her down the hall. He points over her shoulder. 

“I like what you can give me. Well, more what you have. By nature, really. Nothing special but those holes do the job,” he smacks her ass and reaches past her to open his bedroom door. “So why don’t you show them off for me, baby.” 

She curls her shoulders, looking even smaller, and his balls throb. He feels full even though he was aching moments ago. Been a while since he felt so... ready. Usually, he just rolls over and prays he wakes up to an empty bed. 

She hesitates and looks around. He huffs. She’s a bit stupid. Her fear gets him going but it’s also fucking annoying.  

He marches up and grabs the back of her neck. He urges her to the end of the bed and guides her to kneel on the cushioned bench, like a fucking dog. Mm, he likes that. She’s his. His obedient little pet. 

Her back racks visibly as she quivers. He gets behind her and pushes down his boxers, the fabric catching on his swollen tip. He growls and stretches the elastic past his length. He lets the satin fall to his feet and grabs her hip. 

He steps closer and presses his tip along your ass. He smears around the precum already trickling out and shudders. His entire body pulses at the sensation.  

The surge drives him. He bends his knees and leans over her. She whines as he traces down past her ring, a moment of intrigue before he finds her cunt. Charles wouldn’t forgive him if he took her ass without him. 

He glides between her swollen folds and feels her flinches. He groans and rubs against her cunt. He pushes against her opening and she drones as she tenses. Her body resists his intrusion but it only goads him on. 

He snaps his hips and breaks through. She cries out and he once more brings his hand to her mouth. He puts his other on the bench as he bends over her and thrusts again. It takes several tilts for him to bottom out as she sobs into his palm. 

Her agony fills him with smoky delight. Fuck. Her walls throb, milking him as he tries to fight the pressure. He can’t blow already. 

He rolls his hips slowly, enjoying the feeling of her around him, so tight and slick, then the tingle of the naked air around him as he pulls out. In, out. He stands up, bringing her with him, and watches himself pump into her. Shit. Don’t, don’t, don’t. 

He exhales away the swell and carries on. He covers half her face with his hand and ruts harder and harder, pausing after each rippling slap of skin. He leans his head back as his eyes roll into his skull. Her fractured voice is smothered by his palm and she quakes uncontrollably at his mercy. 

He spasms as he erupts, unable to hold it in any longer. He fills her up as he fucks his cum into her until it squelches and leaks out. Even then, he doesn’t stop. He could keep her on him forever. 

👄

You stare at Ransom’s back. Your insides crawl and threaten to spill over. You stare at his muscles, the power woven through them, and you feel the weakness in you. 

His breath rises and falls as you lay in the soft hue cast through the window. You suppress a groan as you turn onto your back. It takes all you have to sit up. You hunch over and touch your pelvis as it scalds.  

You nearly stumble out of the bed. You limp to the door and glance back at his sleeping figure, focusing on him to make sure he isn’t awake. You slip through the door, leaving it slightly open, and creep down the hall. 

Your clothes are still on the floor. You dress in the grim night shade. The friction of fabric on your skin makes you wretch. You can’t stand even that. You never want to be touched again. 

You find your shoes and bag by the door. You stop to listen to the house as you put your coat on. You take out your phone before you flip back the lock. You sneak out into the whipping gales and steel yourself for the walk home. At least, you hope you find your way back. 

You open your maps app and follow the small blue arrow through the desolate night time. Each step is torture. When you trip off a curb, you feel it inside. 

You cry again, here and there, replaying the night in your head. Reliving your own mistakes. How could you ever believe Ransom? You really thought he was into you... 

Your mom can’t know. She’d be horrified. Or... what if she doesn’t believe you? 

That hurts more than anything they did to you. No one would believe you. If they did, they’d say it was your fault. You went to his house, you stayed there with both of them, you didn’t fight hard enough. No, you let them use you. 

You stop and sit on a bench. You know this part of town. You’re just too tired to keep going. You just need a minute. Or two. Or three. 

It takes you a while to get up again. Shivering, you watch the battery on your phone drain. You put it away as you recognise the street signs. It’s like a maze as you struggle to push through the pain and the blistering wind. 

You just want to go home and forget tonight. Forget it like it never happened. 

As you reach your front door, you fumble for the keys. You ease inside, keeping your steps soft and sitting to take off your boots. You hug your bag, huddling over it, and shuffle down the hall. The light flicks on above you. 

You blanch as your mother’s voice calls after you. You inhale and face her, hoping she can’t see your sadness. You force a smile. 

“Mom...” 

“There you are,” she says. “I’ve been waiting all night. I thought you’d be home before me.” 

“I’m sorry, mom, I... I lost track of time--” 

“You couldn’t call, or message?” 

“I know, mom. I—I—” You stutter. “I’m an adult.” 

She scoffs, “I know that but I worry.” 

“It’s okay--” 

“Okay? Out all night with a boy. You never know what could happen.” 

You sniffle, “mom.” 

“I’m just trying to look out for you, honey.” She girds and lets out a sigh. “I’m sorry, but... I’m just glad you’re safe.” 

She comes forward and you tremble. You want so desperately to hug her and cry against her. No, like you said, you’re an adult, you made this decision. 

“Well, did you have fun?” She asks. 

The question nearly bowls you over. You stare at her dumbly and shrug. She smiles and snickers, “oh, you don’t have to tell me everything.” 

Good, because you’re not telling her anything. 

[nextplayerup]

a time when I was watching from afar 🌟

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[90s-2000s-barbie]

Mary-Kate & Ashley - Two of A Kind (Sitcom 1998 - 1999)

[starburts-addict]

Imagine…

You don't remember how long you've been stuck at the same age, been stuck in the game and worst of all, you started to lose track of how many times you've died. Everytime you see the light, it's constantly Grim opening the coffin you find yourself in. Then one time, to your surprise, Grim seems baffled to see you when he opens the coffin. It turns out, he remembers the last time you died. At his paws. That is the only thing he remembers that was significant, aside from your adventures.

Imagine…

While you and Grim formulate a plan to help you send back home, you both realize the main cast is acting a bit different towards you. And each other. The playful banter now replaced by aggressive competitiveness that you know for in fact they never had. The affection towards you increased tenfold, which was confusing and lastly their aggression towards grim seemed more aggressive than ever before. You and grim try to figure out what exactly caused these changes while trying to distance yourselves from the game now that you are no longer trying to keep the story line the same.

[kawaii-90s-nostalgia]

Mary-Kate & Ashley - Two of a Kind (1999-2003)

[imstuckin1999]

Pumpkin carving 🎃

[melonlthawne]

I warned you all.

[nocompromise-noregrets]

The utterly wonderful @malkaleh has made me this FANTASTIC moodboard for my original character Jack McQueen from my novel series Two of a Kind and I am beside myself with delight! <333333 Thank you so much, darling! It sums him up so perfectly - damaged, traumatised, thoroughly obnoxious punk rock n' roller with a very well-hidden soft heart that only a tiny handful of people ever get to see. I love him, and this, and you, so much! <3333333

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Two of a Kind 7

Masterlist

NO TAGS. Don't ask.

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; manipulation; criminal behaviour; cumplay/creampie, talk of contraception; written for smut, just being honest. Not all elements will be tagged/warned.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. It features dark!Ransom Drysdale and dark!Modern Charles Blackwood. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: Ransom and Charles are partner’s in crime but they’re looking for some pleasure after years of business.

Note: :)

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya.

Charles helps the girl stand. She's shaking like a leaf as she covers her stomach with her free arm. She tries to hide her vee behind her hand as she leans on him heavily. The feel of her trembling makes his dick twitch. 

"Should just drive her home," Ransom speaks around the stogie. 

"You're always such a prick," Charles chuckles. He knows Ransom just likes to see the girls squirm. "Come on, baby, nice hot bath for you since you did so good." 

"Since you're so fucking tight," Ransom sneers. 

She sniffles as Charles slings his arm under hers and leads her past the shameless man puffing grey smoke into the air, "I told you not to do that inside." 

"I opened a window." 

Charles issues him a dull look and a shake of the head as he continues past. She leans into him as her feet slap on the floor clumsily. If he wasn’t holding onto her, she’d collapse. He can tell. She’s weak. It’s getting him going again. 

He brings her into the bathroom as she murmurs, her head lolling forward. Fuck he is goddamn hard again. Twice already and he’s ready to blow. He’s no underperformer but he can’t remember the last time he was like this. Insatiable, as many described him in most matters. 

He flips up the toilet lid around her and sits her down. He pets her head as she slumps. 

“You should go, clear everything out or you might get an infection,” he lets his fingers drag over her shoulder, “we don’t want that, do we?” 

She nods, he thinks. She’s half-bent over her lap as she grips her head. As the soft trickle hits the toilet seat, she sinks further into shame. As drunk as she is, she’s still self-conscious. Even after he was just in her guts. 

Stop. He looks down at his bobbing dick. It’s starting to fucking hurt and his head isn’t making it any better. 

He goes to the tub and cranks on the four-pronged faucets. The house is not the nicest place he’s been in but he likes the bathroom. Deep tub, lots of counter space, big mirrors. He glances over his shoulder at the mirrors the cover the expanse of one wall above the floating counter. He could fuck her in front of them, make her watch herself. 

Later. He has to reprimand himself as he did Ransom. Don’t wanna break the girl. Not yet.  

He puts the stopper in place and stands. He goes to her and helps her up, pausing to flush the toilet behind her. He as good as carries her to the tub and lifts her over the edge. He reclines her against the back and she stares up with glassy eyes. 

He stands and watches her. She suddenly spasms as a sob erupts from her. She gulps as the tears spring forth and she blather uncontrollably. He touches her shoulder. It’s the alcohol, it makes everything feel much more intense. 

“Shh, baby, you’re alright,” he comforts. 

Her eyes drift over then fall down to his pulsing erection. He’s suddenly very self-aware as his tip presses to his stomach. He stands straight as she shields herself with a weak hand. 

“I can’t... please, no more,” she begs. 

"Shh, honey," he coos, the pet name surprising even him. She just seems so pathetic.  

He backs up and grabs a towel. He covers himself and nears the tub once more. Maybe it was a bit too much. Well, she's fucked up enough it won't be that bad in the morning.  

"Do you like tea?" He asks. She nods and wipes her face. "Alright, I'll get you some."  

He retreats and stops at the door, glancing back at her. Hm.  

"Ransom!" He hollers as he comes out into the hall, "get your ass in here."  

The other man appears at the end of the hall and struts down in a pair of silk boxers. He could roll his eyes at him. Sometimes he thinks he's working with a moron. Well, the man would be an easy mark, especially with his grandfather's legacy. Not the time, Charles. 

"Keep an eye on her so she doesn't go under." Ransom scoffs as he approaches, "fucked her silly."  

"Sure," he taps Ransom's arm with his knuckles. "The last thing we need is a dead girl."  

"Mm, nope, she's lively, huh? The way she whined..."  

Charles clears his throat as his balls ache, "yeah. Anyway, watch her, will ya?"  

Ransom clucks but steps into the doorway. He leans on the frame and narrows his eyes at the girl, his hand going to his hip. That's the biggest problem. Ransom doesn't know when to stop.  

"Just watch," Charles warns, "she's had enough."  

"Man, I think she had enough at the first knuckle," Ransom brings his fingers up to sniff, "didn't stop us before."  

"Hey, we didn't put in all this work for one night, alright? I don't got the energy and I know you don't either," Charles huffs, "you wanna keep buying bimbos drinks down at Lights? No. We get her on lock and it's easy. Stress relief."  

Ransom snickers and peers at the girl again, "she is fucking... tight."  

"Hm, yeah," he agrees. "I'll be back."  

Charles goes to the kitchen and sighs. Goddamn he is hard. He can hardly remember what he was doing. 

Tea. Right. Yeah. It'll calm her down. If they even have any.  

👄 

You shiver as the cool air tingles over your shoulders. The hot water contrasts the chill as you languish in the deep tub. You stare at the ceiling, vaguely aware of voices, filled with dread at what they'll do next.  

A shadow moves into the room and you look over warily. It's Ransom. He leans on the counter as he watches you. You stare back, waiting for it, bracing for more pain. He doesn't move.  

"Consider yourself lucky, babe," he chuckles, "not a lot of girls pop their cherry on something that big." You tremble and turn forward, embarrassed. "I know it's huge, the way you were squirming, but you're also..." he makes a sucking noise, "tight as shit."  

"Why... why are you doing this?" You sniffle.  

"Babe, babe, why did I choose you? Why did I spend my money, my time on a girl no one gives a second look to? Huh. You should be thanking me," he sneers, "and what do you got now? All the sweet little act means nothing if you're not a virgin. You're just another slut now."  

"No," you shake your head and sit up, hiding your face. "I'm not--"  

"You are. You just took two men at once. Who the fuck does that but a slut like you? But babe, we don't gotta throw you out. Not if you keep being a good little slut for us. I mean," he nears the side of the tub, "no one else is gonna want a used hole." 

 You whimper and hang your head, folding your arms over it as you bend your knees under your elbow. He's right. You're used and dirty. You hear another set of footsteps and another shadow darkens the edge of your vision. Ransom backs up and snorts.  

"What's going on?" Charles asks.  

"Nothing, we were just talking," Ransom says, "she was just saying how much fun she had."  

Charles clucks as you frown and lift your head. The brunette shoulders around the blond and comes to you with a mug. Steam coils from the brim.  

"How about we get you out and you can wait for it to cool in bed? All comfy?" 

"Jesus, Charlie, she's not a fucking baby."  

"Shut up," Charles snaps back, "she did a real good job and she earned it," he sets the mug down on the short stool near the tub, "isn't that right, baby? So good. So you wanna get out and have your tea and get some rest, right? You take care of us, we take care of you."  

Your lip quivers as you stare at him. You're dizzy and dazed and dumb. You don't understand why this is happening. You're a nice person. You nod. Thinking is only making your head hurt worse. Charles helps you out of the the tub and grabs another towel to wrap you in. He brings it around your shoulders and squeezes before he turns to drape his arm around you.  

"Come on, you wanna sleep in my room?" He coos.  

You just sniff and wipe your raw cheek again. He takes you down the hall and opens a door, taking you inside. He flips on the lights and sits you on the edge of the king bad within. You stay there as he shifts around the room. He returns and replaces the towel with a shirt. You thank him. Why did you do that? Thank you? After everything.  

He guides you to lay against the pillows. The bed smells like him, a hint of citrus and sweat. Your eyes are glued to the ceiling as he leaves you. Your trance breaks only as a cup clinks down loudly.  

You blink as a weight dips beside you. You wince as Charles pulls the blanket out from under you then over you. You shake and puts his hand on your arm. It makes you still, somewhat soothing yet startling all the same. 

“Drink your tea, honey,” he caresses your arm as he nestles closer.  

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[nextplayerup]

two of a kind as dresses 💫

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[therulerofallpotatos]

Language: English Series: Part 1 of Two of a Kind

Summary:

The study of hydes has been frought with danger, barriers, and the inability to find a sample size that is both numerous enough to make generalizations over the species and divorced from trauma. Tyler Galpin is no exception to this rule, as he grew up with no knowledge of what he was, no knowledge of where he came from, and no way to protect himself from the woman who would become his master. Wednesday Addams grew up with every answer she could ask for from a loving family who would do anything for her, and who knew how to love her for what she was. She grew up safe, and happy, and strong. Tyler Galpin's hyde was unlocked when he was 16 years old by a woman who he can do nothing to defend himself against. Wednesday Addams unlocked her own hyde at six years old, and has known no other master since.

IT'S MOTHERFUCKING POSTED BISHES

@realmermaid333 @suchaladyy @nonamemanga @ourdramaqueen @remusjohnslupin @realisticintentions @persephoneed i don't know who all wants tagged but guys guys guys

Chapter One is officially available!

Chapter 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

[haveyouseenthisseries-poll]

[kawaii-90s-nostalgia]

Mary-Kate & Ashley - Two of a Kind Diaries (1999-2005)

[aebunz]

ׂ╰┈➤ Two of a kind?

cbg

Wc — 1.6k

Warnings — Mentions of murder, Guns, Drugs (Tell me if I missed anything)

DRABBLE

Ever since your freshman year of high school, you started to develop a crush on Choi Beomgyu, the school bands bassist. He was fairly popular, though obviously, not as popular as the groups guitarist.

The small hallway crush you had on him soon developed into a sort of twisted obsession over the years, though you’d never admit it. To make matters worse, your friends started to catch up on it. Lucky you, they didn’t think much of it, they thought you’d just see a new guy one day and crush over him, instead. But no, this obsession dragged on..

You vowed you’d do anything for him. A girl got a little too close for your liking? She’d go missing. A guy taking his attention away? Gone.

You were snapped out of your train of thought by your best friend, Yeji, who was repeatedly calling your name.

“Helloo??? Are you even here with us right now??” Yeji demanded your attention, making you quickly shake your head and look up at your group of friends, all staring at you by now.

“Sorry, I wasn’t paying much attention..” You admitted, rubbing your head in pure guilt, looking down to the ground.

“No shit, Sherlock.” Another one of your friends, Yuna, retorted.

You let out a small scoff in response, averting your gaze from them and to beomgyus table.

God, he was just perfect. The way his bangs fell onto his face, his brown eyes that glimmered any time he was happy, his smile..you loved it, you were practically drunk off of it. Who would blame you?

“Seriously, again? When are you going to get over him?” Yeji spoke up, a grimace spreading over her face.

“Shut up” You retorted, a frown making its way to your lips.

They just didn’t get it, they didn’t see how perfect he was. But you couldn’t say you weren’t happy about that fact, you were ecstatic about it. They wouldn’t get in your way.

They always asked why you wouldn’t just go talk to him, and well— you just couldn’t, you’d get so, so shy whenever he was near you. You just couldn’t help it.

You slipped your hand into your pocket, checking the time. Damn, 4:00. You’d better go.

“I’m gonna go” You suddenly stated, causing both Yeji and Yuna to pause and raise an eyebrow.

“Suddenly? Are you sure you just don’t want to hang out anymore?” Yuna teased, a small grin forming on her face as she let out a chuckle.

You simply shook your head, letting out a small snicker of your own. After finally excusing yourself, you made your way home. Luckily, your parents were out on a business trip— as always..you disliked them anyway, so you didn’t really care—

You had eventually zoned out, holding your things in your hands until a scream was heard. You let out a groan, unlocking the basement door and making your way downstairs.

“Didn’t I tell you to shut up?!” You shouted, making the girl who had flirted with beomgyu last week flinch. She frantically nodded, being afraid of your wrath.

“I-I’m sorry! Please, d-don’t—“ the girl begged, but you simply attached a ball gag onto her mouth to shut her up. You couldn’t have her being too loud, now can you?

The school day had been boring, especially when your math teacher scolded you for not finishing your homework. But you knew you had better things to focus on, like..beomgyu, the stupid girls around him..until chemistry class. You were zoning out, you honestly didn’t care what your teacher was saying. Not when beomgyu was just a few seats away. That was, until a familiar voice spoke up.

“Hey, let’s get started on the project.” Beomgyu. You could recognize that sweet voice anywhere.

You internally panicked, giving a small smile out of pure nervousness. What if you messed this up?! No, you couldn’t, this was your chance, and you wouldn’t miss it.

“I..wasn’t listening. What is this project, again?” You responded, giving a sheepish smile.

Beomgyu looked down at you, an understanding hum leaving his lips. How could he scold you for this, chem was boring anyway..he really couldn’t blame you.

“It’s alright, I can explain it later.” His smooth voice stated, giving a small smile back.

This basically made you melt right then and there— no. You had to focus. You cleared your throat, making sure the teacher wasnt looking, before handing him your phone.

A mix of surprise and confusion spread across his face, silently asking what you were doing. He glanced down at the phone you’d given him, before letting out a small ‘oh’ as he saw the phone app open. He quickly moved his fingers along the screen, typing in his phone number, handing the phone back to you.

You muttered a small ‘thank you’, shoving your phone back into your pocket. Did your crush really just..give you his phone number?! No way. You must’ve been dreaming, the urge to pinch yourself growing by the minute.

The two of you were engulfed in an awkward silence, neither of you wanting to speak up out of fear of messing anything up. It dragged on long enough that the bell eventually rang, signaling the end of class. You let out a small grumble, a frown tugging at your lips as you watched beomgyu wave and leave. You got up yourself, assembling your things and leaving the room.

You walked through the hallway, ignoring any people bumping into you or any loud people yelling and screaming— this was your every day life, and the only thing keeping you alive, was of course, Beomgyu. You really couldn’t keep your eyes off of him, even if you tried.

In your eyes, he was the definition of perfect. The Romeo to your Juliet. Though, you knew damn well he didn’t feel the same way towards you.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you crashed into an old friend of yours— which, you still talked to. Taehyun. You gave a small smile to the boy, which he immediately reciprocated.

“Hey, haven’t seen you in a while” Taehyun beamed, he was clearly happy to see you. He didn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around your shoulder.

In response, you let out a small giggle, a grin forming on your face. He ruffled your hair, and you gently and teasingly pushed him away, fixing your hair.

“Hey, watch the hair!” You complained, fingers running through the strands to fix the misplaced ones. Taehyun simply let out a low chuckle, shaking his head in pure amusement. He really didn’t feel anything for you, he just saw you as a little sister, who he loved to tease.

But beomgyu just wasnt having it.

His strong gaze was laid upon you and Taehyun, it was practically a glare. Even if he was with his friends, his attention was solely on you both. He hated Taehyun, he had been getting way too close to you lately. He had just hurt someone for talking about you behind your back, he had practiced a whole lot, just to impress you, hell, he even payed the teacher to pair you both up for the project. And Taehyun just had to come ruin it.

It had been what, three days since Taehyun had gone missing? You couldn’t lie, you were sad about it, losing a friend..but on the other hand, this got you so much closer to Beomgyu. He started comforting you, saying small words of affirmation and comfort. This was a huge advantage for you, and you happily took it.

Beomgyu was in your room, letting you lay your head on his shoulder while he gave you small whispers of comfort and affirmation, as usual— until a scream interrupted you both. Goddamnit, you thought you told that girl to shut up..

You gave Beomgyu a slight glance, seeing the terror wash over his face. His eyes darted over to you, before letting out a small whimper.

“..what..what was that?” Beomgyu muttered, his voice slightly shaky.

Your gaze darkened— why now, why him?! Your gaze darkened, and without thinking, you grabbed a large book and hit him in the back of the head, hard enough to knock him out. You froze as you looked at his unconscious figure— but this was for love. You loved him, surely he’d understand, right..?

Beomgyus eyes fluttered open about..what, thirty minutes later? His gaze scanned the room, before spotting a girl, shaking in a chair— wait, wasnt that the girl that went missing? And— why were you in front of her with a gun?

Your sharp gaze darted over to him, before you dropped the gun and moved to stand in front of him.

“You’re awake, look, I’m so sorry about this, you weren’t supposed to find out, you—“ You stammered, you weren’t even able to finish your sentence without stopping and looking to the ground in shame. Pure shame. He probably hated you now. But he has to understand, this was for love! You loved him, you were doing this all for him.

“..You too?” Were the only words Beomgyu could muster. Honestly, he was slightly excited. He loved this. He loved this side of you, he loved this sight.

“..what? What does that mean?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. This definitely wasn’t the reaction you expected, but honestly, you didn’t hate it.

“Well, I mean, I killed for you, too, yknow. You were so oblivious to it.” Beomgyu admitted, making your eyes widen. Surely, he wasn’t being serious, right? “I love you t—“

A small muffled whimper came from the girl, still sitting in the corner, before you both spoke up in stern tones.

“Shut up.”

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