#we left the window open just to hear it in the background it was nice

[vngelicc]

animal farm. ☆ j.jk + k.th

⋆ TAGS — dark!tae + jk, morals are zero bc it’s the apocalypse, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, TW: non-con to dub-con as oc adapts to survive, captivity, breeding kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampies, pregnant sex, fingering, creepy sleazy!tae, yandere elements, open-ending beware it’s not a good one, angst, death (just the zombies lol), jk’s a hunky daddy, possessive tae and jk, obsession, somnophilia, mentioned abortion, “fuck them kids” - oc, debatable happy ending, misogyny and objectification, outdoor sex(?), thigh fucking, mentioned/hints of body dysmorphia bc oc DOES NOT want to be pregnant

⋆ WORD COUNT — 13.3k

⋆ now playing: animal farm - bibi ⋆

You’re not sure how much time has passed since the outbreak—days, months, years—time was a relatively foreign concept, all that was left was to survive. Didn’t matter what day of the week it was or whether it was night or day, the days were all the same in the end.

The day it happened started like any other day: you woke to a flurry of messages wishing you happy birthday, and you were greeted by the sight of your pup running around in excitement as you prepared for the day. You were going to work a short shift that day (courtesy of your boss) all your co-workers had pitched in to buy you a nice cake from the bakery down the street. Your mom even promised to call you later on given the distance between you and her.

Everything was just as you remembered—a blue sky, people commuting, the sounds of traffic—it was just another regular day. After work you stopped to buy a bottle of wine, too busy chatting with the cashier to notice the storm of police cars, ambulances, and firetrucks passing by. The rest of the way home you listened to music, blissfully unaware of the nearby fires and rising smoky black skies.

Night came, prepared a delicious pasta and served a rather large serving of wine. Your dog sat by the front door the entire time, posture stiff and tail straight as he stared at seemingly nothing. That should have been the first sign.. After setting the pasta aside to cool your phone rang and you smiled. “Mom-”

“Listen to me,” she sounded desperate, “do NOT go outside, no matter what you hear or see y/n, STAY INSIDE.” She bites out in a fearful tone, “Your father and I are going to try and head over there, for the love of God please stay inside.”

“Mom, what's happening? Is everything okay? Are you and dad oka-” Suddenly the sound of a nearby building blowing up makes you jump. Your apartment rattles and you lose your balance, falling over as the phone slides away from you, “Mom?!” You scramble to your feet and run to the windows, yanking them all the way back to reveal the chaos unfolding..

The world around you is in flames, people are running and cars are being crashed or abandoned. You see helicopters storming the sky all around, endless police cars are scattered below your apartment and you hear the sounds of gunshots from every direction. Your eyes widen in horror as a plane comes crashing down somewhere downtown, and then more screams erupt alongside a few rather..inhuman sounds.

“y/n?! y/n?!” You snap your attention back to the fallen phone.

“M-Mom?” You crouch down and pick up the phone, “What’s happening?” You tearfully whisper. You hear the same chaos unfolding on the other side of the line, your dad is yelling something in the background while your mom tries to tell you a bunch of things all at once.

“Oh my sweet girl,” she softly whispers in a wobbly tone, “we love you so much, never forget that.” You hear a gunshot and your dad yelling some more, “Get to your uncle,” she cuts off by a loud screeching noise, “we’ll meet you there—!” She gasps as the screeching turns into animalistic noises, “Never forget—we love you.” The line cuts dead. You stand there in complete silence with an endless flow of tears streaming down your face.

The wine and pasta sat cold all night, then the night after that, and after that. If you were to go back there you’d probably see what was left of your apartment, most likely scavenged and destroyed by either survivors or whatever the hell those things were.

And to think that it had been just another random day..

You never did get to see your parents. You wondered if they died on their way to the farm or if they never stood a chance leaving in the first place. You like to believe they’re out there somewhere safe, that they found refuge with other groups far away from chaos. Like your father had once said: you keep finding something to fight for.

And that’s what you intended.

+

“Dammit.” You whispered under your breath while pushing through the endless shrubs and tree branches in your way.

By now every city was covered from head to toe in vines and other plant life. Apart from the obvious decay everything would have looked normal if it weren’t for the fact that there was a darkness lingering in the shadows. Cars, bikes, and trucks were scattered around, sitting as a reminder of the way things were once. It played like a bittersweet memory in the back of your mind as you pushed forward.

You brushed your hands over the front of your shorts and looked around the area. It was quiet all around with the only sounds being the wind blowing the overgrown grass all around. You had finally made it to Daegu after walking for two months straight. Your body ached and you were sure your feet had blisters from all the walking (occasional running) you did.

A few times (more than you would like to admit) you reached a breaking point where you wanted nothing more than to give up and go back to your uncle’s farm. Yet somehow some-way you would regain your strength and keep pushing—for family. It’s how you ended up all the way down in Daegu, just another month or two (maybe three) away from Busan.

You were far too deep to stop now.

You uncapped your water jug and took greedy sips as the water ran down your chin and throat. “That’s better.” You murmur softly as your parched throat absorbs every last drop of the water. You take a second to sit down on a nearby rock to bring your map out.

“Okay.. If I’m here,” you trail off while running your finger over the lines of the map, “then that means I go this way..and turn here to—” You immerse yourself in your own thoughts, ignoring the sound of your stomach growling. You shift from side to side, ignoring the heavy weight of your shotgun tucked away in your backpack, sticking out like a sore thumb.

So far you didn’t need to use the gun (yet), your encounters with those unruly beasts were minimal since they had taken to hiding in buildings. Crazed survivors were unlikely, most were hidden away too and if they were out you simply snuck past them until you felt like you could breathe again. You’d say you were doing a pretty damn good job at conserving your ammo etc.

“Alright,” you sigh heavily and put your map away, “up I go.” You mumble and start heading down the grassy street, just looking all over the area. You always did want to visit Daegu, guess it was your lucky day.

The street comes to a dead end as you stop in front of two tilted buildings crashed into each other with endless rubble surrounding the area. “Just my luck,” you groan out, seeing as there isn’t another option as you hop up the rubble, making your way into the dark desolate building.

With every step you take your heart begins beating faster, chances that those things are swarming the building are high. Your heart drops even more when you realize that the only way out that was straight ahead of you is blocked off by debris. You stop in the middle of the room, looking up as you inhale deeply.

“Only way out is going up then..” You mutter and grab your flashlight.

Everything is silent around you save for the drops of water hitting the ground and echoing off the empty halls. You work your way around the decaying bodies and thrown furniture surrounding the halls. Finding another way out of the building was something you had not planned on doing, but it seemed like you were going to have to get to higher ground to scope the surroundings out for an exit.

“Ah-ha,” you light up when you realize this building has balconies. A triumphant smile forms on your lips as you head up a small flight of stairs to reach the next floor where the balconies were located. You kept a close eye and ear out for any strange movements, you weren’t alone after all.

As you move to step over a piece of debris, suddenly a large part of the ground rumbles before breaking off and falling through the second floor. Your entire body goes still. You begin breathing heavily as you shakily reach for the shotgun in your backpack. Seconds of silence pass, you stand there with the shotgun in your hands and your face twisted in fear.

Nothing happens until you hear it..

A low faint croaking sound—click, click, click—there’s soft thuds as the creature moves around, getting closer and closer. You’re too scared to turn around or even make a sound. The floor behind you creaks and the creature gets closer, idly squeaking and croaking. Your only mistake is letting out a fearful breath, because suddenly the creature stops and screeches loudly, lunging at you at full speed.

You take off down the hall, pushing past the stone and rubble with the damned thing hot on your heels. Right as you think it’s about to snatch you right up with its bubbly deteriorating arms, an arm lunges out and yanks you into a room pressing you right up against the wall. You flinch violently and stare at the mysterious person in front of you, you can’t help but tremble as you open your mouth.

The stranger gives you a pointed look, slamming his hand over your mouth as he presses himself tight against you, “If you don’t wanna end up dead just sit the fuck still and be quiet,” he harshly whispers while looking out the corner of his eye to see if the creature is still after you.

Your grip on your shotgun loosens, you both stare at each other in silence as the creature stops outside of the room, croaking as it looks for you. When the thing comes close by the open doorway you squeeze your eyes shut and hold your breath. It doesn’t go away for another few minutes, when it does it ventures into another room across the hall, its noises slowly fading away until it’s fully gone.

The guy lifts a finger over his mouth and softly makes a “shh” sound. You nod slowly and he slowly lifts his hand off, “Follow me,” he quietly mutters and grabs your hand. You don’t even struggle as he leads you far away from the room, and out some doors that lead to a fire escape. “Careful, the metals all worn out. Don’t need you fallin’ on me.” He says as he begins climbing down.

You stand there quietly trying to think if it’s a good idea to follow this guy. Probably not but you were the one with the gun here, not him. “You coming or what?” He says in annoyance, already halfway down the ladders.

You snap out of it and quickly follow, “Yeah, yeah.” You softly whisper.

When you reach the last set of ladders the stranger is already waiting for you down on the ground, he watches you silently with no expression on his face. “C’mere,” he holds his arms out, “I’ll catch you.” You shouldn’t be so trusting but for some reason you just let yourself fall into his arms. A quiet yelp escapes your lips as you curl into yourself out of fear, “Relax, scary part’s over.” He lets out a deep chuckle.

“T-Thank you,” you mutter, still shaken up over the incident, “I really appreciate what you did back there, I haven’t seen those things since this entire thing started. I guess I wasn’t so prepared to go against one up close like that,” you mutter while kicking a rock around.

He shrugs, “I don’t think anyone can ever be prepared to face off against one of those things.” He sighs while looking around, “You got somewhere you gotta be or you just like wandering into abandoned buildings in your free time?” He shoves his hands into his pockets, a small grin grazing his lips.

It’s not the best idea to ever tell a stranger where you’re going especially given the situation the entire world is in. “I was just trying to scavenge,” you finally say after a few seconds, “I was running out of a few things so I decided to get some air while I was out.” You can’t keep eye contact with him for the love of your own life. His gaze is pretty intense and he seemed like the type of person who kept eye contact throughout an entire conversation.

“Ah,” he nods, “I was too, but then I heard the commotion and decided to see what was up, and you were there.” He chuckles, “Kim Taehyung.” He holds his hand out.

“y/n.” You reply softly and take his much bigger hand into yours, “Well, I think I’ll be going now. Can’t keep my group waiting.” You trail off nervously when his grip tightens instead of letting you go, “Um, Taehyung..? My hand?” You whisper out.

Taehyung hums, “It’s getting pretty late isn’t it? Sun down is around the corner and well, it doesn’t seem pretty ideal to walk around all by yourself in the dark now is it?” He tilts his head.

He’s right, you can see the sun start to set slowly and the world around you is painted in a dark orange-yellow hue. Your little lie wasn’t going to keep up much longer if he decides to walk you to your “group”. You nod slowly, “Yeah.. I guess so.” You rub the side of your arm as a chilly breeze sweeps over the both of you.

“Wanna come back with me to my place? Not far, just a ten minute walk from here, even got working water and electricity.” You perk up at the last two things which ends up making him laugh, “Yeah I know, you’ll see what I mean.” He begins pulling you along with him, hand wrapped tightly around your wrist.

“I wouldn’t wanna intrude or anything,” you quickly say, “I can just go back to my group, ‘s not a problem really.” You wince a little when his grip begins to become painful.

Taehyung shakes his head, “ ‘s not safe out here at night, just stop being stubborn will you? You looked ready to give up back there with just one of those things, now imagine dozens?” He chuckles humorlessly with his head still turned away, you sigh quietly and go limp finding it no use to fight back because he clearly wasn’t going to let you go which in itself looked like an entire red flag.

He leads you to another building, you notice the slight change in temperature when you walk into the darkened lobby, it’s slightly warmer.. “How did you get the electricity to work?” You wonder out loud while looking around.

“Turns out the power generator wasn’t completely ruined, wasn’t very hard to get it going again and well, now we have working water and electricity.” He shrugs while guiding you down the hall and stopping in front of a door.

You frown in confusion, “We?” You tilt your head, “There’s someone else?” Oh this wasn’t what you were expecting, now you had to stay alert for not only Taehyung but his fucking friend too.

“Yeah, Jungkook.” He says like nothing while punching in the keycode, “He’s one of the guys I met when this all happened, we stayed together—no not like that,” he chuckles, “he’s a good friend of mine.” He gives you a bright smile before pushing the door open.

You’re hit with warmth and light, the entire room is lit up and you can smell something cooking in the kitchen. This makes you reminisce about the past when you would be coming home after a long day at work, cooking something up and unwinding with your pup on the couch. Your heart twists bitterly as you clutch your backpack closer, you hear noises come from the kitchen and you turn your head in alarm.

“Relax, that’s Jungkook.” Taehyung chuckles as he guides you into the living room with his hands over your shoulders, “Jungkook, this is y/n and y/n, Jungkook.” He cheerfully introduces you two like you’re longtime friends or something, “I saved her from a clicker just now.” He briefly says to Jungkook.

Jungkook gives you one good look, dark eyes trailing over you before he turns his back, “You guys hungry?” He breaks the tension in the room, it has you sagging in relief that he wasn’t rude or didn’t see you as a threat. “She looks like she’s seen better days, don’t be fucking rude Tae let her shower n shit the food is almost ready anyways.” He comments while shaking some spices into the food he was making.

“Oh shit, forgot about that. C’mere, bathroom’s this way.” Taehyung pushes you down another hall, “Hot water n everything so go crazy. Clean towel’s there, and you’re welcome to help yourself to anything in there. I have some extra razors, don’t know if you’d need them or anything I don’t know but yeah.” He smiles, “See you when you’re done.” He leaves after that.

You stand in the bathroom quietly for a few seconds, you don’t like the ugly little feeling you get in your tummy from being around these guys. You’re grateful and all but you can’t help the distrusting feeling you get. With a heavy sigh you set your things down and begin undressing out of your clothes. The water feels so amazing against your sore muscles, you stand under the shower just basking in the luxury of hot water with your eyes closed.

Cleanup goes fairly quickly, you helped yourself to one of the razors Taehyung mentioned to you and took your time in scrubbing the dirt and grime off of your body. Now that you think about it, it made sense earlier as to why Taehyung didn’t look dirty or anything. This explains a whooolleeee lot now.

“Hey y/n,” Taehyung calls out as the door opens, “Came to give you something.” He says like it’s no big deal at all while he enters the bathroom.

“T-Taehyung..!” You gasp in shock, throwing yourself into the corner of the shower while staring at the curtains in terror, “Whatever it is, can you just please drop it somewhere! Kinda not in the best situation right now,” you clutch the loofah close.

Taehyung laughs, “Calm down, I just came to give you an extra pair of clothes. Yours are kinda worn down no offense, it wouldn’t make sense to re-dress in nasty clothes after cleaning yourself now would it?” He says as he moves around the bathroom.

“Thanks..but um..can you…?” You trail off.

“I’m going, I’m going,” he breathily chuckles, “Jungkook says the food’s ready, see you out there.” He heads out. You wait for him to close the door but when you hear no sound you peek your head out of the corner of the curtain, “My bad,” Taehyung holds up your tattered clothes, “kinda cute that they got little bears all over them.” He motions to your underwear.

Your face heats up in embarrassment, “Stop looking!”

“I will!” Taehyung lets the door slip shut, his laughter fading as he disappears down the hall. You sigh in relief and let your back hit the wall, what the hell was even that? You were definitely going to be leaving ASAP with the way Taehyung seemed to lack boundaries with literally ANYTHING. First he was touchy and now he’s looking at your underwear shamelessly? That was a no-go.

“I swear I locked it..” You mutter while washing your hair.

After your hot shower you slip out and dry yourself with the towel, you were curious to see what clothes he brought you. You notice it’s a large black shirt and a pair of boxers sitting neatly folded on the counter. Better than nothing you guessed while dropping the towel and dressing yourself. The boxers fit like oversized shorts on you which you’re pretty glad for.

Your heart drops when you see that your backpack isn’t there anymore. A lot of things seem to be running through your mind all at once, was this the end? Were you going to die now? All because of a hot shower?

“Oh there you are,” Jungkook comments when you walk into the same room from before, he notices your panicked state and chuckles, “relax, Tae put your things over there by the door. He put your clothes to wash too.” He nods his head in the direction of the laundry room, “You hungry?” He holds up a bowl of hot food.

“Thank you..” You softly whisper while going over to sit at the table, your mouth waters at the sight of hot food, another luxury you couldn’t afford in this world after leaving your uncle’s home to go to Busan.

Jungkook eyes you appreciatively in his clothes as he sets the food down in front of you, “Glad to see they fit.” He comments, “You can start eating by the way, Tae’s gonna shower so it’ll be just us two til he gets back.” He lazily shrugs while sitting across from you.

He set out an array of side dishes like rice, kimchi, wood ear mushrooms and other stuff that looks really tasty. The two of you eat in silence with Jungkook humming occasionally at the taste or something like that. You don’t really want to talk much either so you’re grateful for the quietness between the two of you. The food is really amazing too, it fills your ravenous hunger you’ve had for the past week since running out of granola bars.

“So,” Jungkook leans back in his chair, “Tae says you’re a part of a group huh?” He tilts his head, “Kinda explains the shot gun n shit. Loads of ammo too.” He picks up a piece of meat and shoves it into his mouth.

“Yeah..” You mumble, “I was just scavenging, had to cross through the building n yeah that’s how me and Tae ran into each other—or more like him saving me.”

Jungkook nods, “Okay… so why don’t you tell me the real truth? No bullshitting either sweetheart, we’ve been here for how many years and never have we ever seen or heard of a group past that building or on our side.” He smirks, “C’mon, tell me. I don’t bite.”

You stare at him in awe and realization that you’ve been caught, “Fuck okay,” you sigh heavily, “Originally I was staying with my uncle in the outskirts of Suwon after the whole apocalypse happened, for years now I’ve been believing my parents are still alive and out there, problem is out there is literally all the way down in Busan,” you see him perk up at the mention of Busan, “so I’ve been walking ever since trying to get there to find them, they’re farmers, if they’re out there they’re probably still in the old farmhouse I grew up in.”

“Well I’ll be damned,” he nods, “I’m fuckin’ impressed you made it this far, shit not even me who was stranded Ulsan when this all happened.” He shakes his head, “Guess we all got something that keeps up goin’ huh.” He leans back in his chair with a hum.

You stare down at your food, “Yeah..” You whisper softly.

The silence is broken when Taehyung comes out of the hall, towel in his hair and a pair of low hanging sweats clinging over his hips as he whistles, “Looks good,” he says to Jungkook while taking a seat next to him, it’s only then you fully see that he’s not wearing a shirt at all. You turn your head slightly in embarrassment as Taehyung laughs, “What? Something on my face?”

“No you idiot, obviously someone you fucking just met wouldn’t wanna see you half naked ‘n shit you pervert.” Jungkook elbows his friend.

“I’m not though,” Taehyung snorts, “I’m sure she’s seen worse than this,” he shoots you a wink to which you hunch your shoulders together sheepishly.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “So did basic etiquette also fly out the window when the apocalypse happened or what?” Taehyung doesn’t reply anything because he’s too busy stuffing his face, Jungkook’s eyes land back on you and he sits up, “You look sleepy, you can take my room if you want I’ll sleep here,” he nods, “and before you panic I’ll take your backpack to you too.” He smirks.

You slump in your seat with a sigh, “Thanks..”

“No need.” Jungkook curtly replies and gets up as he brings your backpack over, “Follow me.” He treads down the hall with your things flung over his broad shoulder.

“G’Night pretty,” Taehyung grins with a wicked glint in his eyes as he looks at you up and down, “very fuckin’ pretty..” He chuckles quietly and goes back to eating.

You shiver, and not in the good way either. You follow Jungkook into another room, he’s already setting your things down and bringing out pillows, “I usually sleep without one but here’s some I had in my closet,” he sets them down, “not that there’s much to steal but please don’t take my shit. I trust you.” He gives you a firm pat, squeezing your waist as he slips by you.

“Thank..you..?” You turn to watch him.

“Yeah, yeah no funny business. Night sweetheart.” He lets the door slip shut quietly.

The first thing you do is lock it, making sure the door is jammed before you take one of his chairs he had and press it right up against the knob. When you feel like no one can enter you finally slip into the comfy bed, groaning in relief as your sore body slumps into the sheets. It’s been so long since you’ve had a proper bed to lay in. You roll around before curling over a pillow and hugging it tight to your chest.

Your tired eyes slip shut and you fall asleep comfortably for the first time in ages.

+

You pry your eyes open when a beam of sunlight hits you across your face. At first you’re confused and disoriented but then everything that happened to you yesterday comes down as you recap quickly. You slowly sit up with a loud yawn, looking around the room in daze. Everything is as you left it, and the chair is still propped up against the door.

“Time is it..” You mutter and look around. You find a clock on the wall and squint your eyes to read the time. “Oh,” it’s noon. You shuffle out of bed despite your limbs protesting as you look around for your things, you had an extra change of clothes in your backpack anyways so getting your old clothes was not a issue.

The weather as of lately has been pretty bipolar, hot or breezy so you never knew what to expect. You figured it was springtime anyways. You dressed in a loose white flower printed camisole, another pair of brown shorts over black tights and managed to slip your boots back on.

“Alright,” you bring out your map and check the streets etc, “took me here..so now we go this way,” you mutter quietly while reading the map. You had made sure to catch the name of the building before entering last night. That way it would be easier when leaving. “Okay.” You smile and fold the map back up.

You step out of the room with your belongings on your back, treading down the hall quietly as you come across Taehyung and Jungkook setting the table, “Oh you’re awake.” Jungkook says as his eyes drop to your hands where you’re clutching the straps of your backpack.

Taehyung pauses and turns to look too, “Oh…” He trails off, visibly upset that you’re already going. “ ‘s pretty dangerous out there.” He comments with a blank look.

“I’ll find a way.” You reply curtly, “I appreciate you guys letting me stay the night but I really have to go now. Thank you.” You bow in appreciation, Jungkook doesn’t say anything and instead Taehyung makes his way over to stand in front of you.

“At least stay for breakfast yeah? C’mon there’s no harm in that.” Taehyung pleads while setting a bowl down on the table, “Plus, why would you even wanna go? Those things are still out there, they’ll tear you apart the first chance they get. Just stay, yeah?” It’s no longer, stay for breakfast, rather Taehyung is now openly begging you to stay.

Your breath hitches when you see his hand come up to touch your shoulder, you jerk away and take a step back, “I’m leaving Taehyung, thank you from the bottom of my heart but I’ll be fine.” You say firmly while stepping past him.

Jungkook calmly stands there with his arms over his chest, he looks down at you and hums, “You’re not leaving sweetheart,” he calmly says, “why don’t you get that backpack off and sit down so we can all eat together.”

When it becomes apparent they have no intention of letting you leave you snap, “Get away from me!” You shove Jungkook as hard as you possibly can, watching him stumble out of shock as you duck past him and slam the front door open.

“y/n get back here!” Taehyung yells out.

You don’t waste another second and run down to the exit, kicking the door open and heading down the street towards the way you were supposed to go. Adrenaline kicks in like never before as you whip your head back occasionally to see if they’re following. You’re pretty far when you notice Jungkook and Taehyung exiting out the building looking both ways before they see you and start running.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whisper while jumping over fallen things and rocks.

They’re yelling a bunch of shit that you don’t care about, your main focus is to get the hell away from them. You duck into a building, taking note that it’s a mall as you manage to run up the escalator. “She went in here!” Taehyung says not far behind.

You hear their heavy footsteps as they run up the steps too. You see a rack sitting there so you throw it down and keep pushing forward. Jungkook curses loudly while he and Tae push through the mess on the ground. You see a clothing shop with a half-closed metal overhead door as you fall to the ground and slip under it to the other side.

The crawlspace was small enough for you, you’re confident Taehyung and Jungkook were going to have to pry it open (if they even could) to follow you. “Shit,” you hear Taehyung, “she went through here.”

“Move.” Jungkook reaches to yank at the door.

Your eyes widen in horror when you hear the door creak, showing signs that it would in fact be opening up more. You run to the back of the store, barreling in as you look around for a exit only to find that you’re in a simple storage room. There was no other exit, the mall in fact must not even have those backroom exits.

Your eyes tear up as you shakily back up into the wall with no other choice but to bring out your shotgun and aim it at the door. You hear nothing but your fast breathing and pounding heart in your ears. Any moment now… Your finger curled over the trigger as you bounced your knee in anticipation.

A beat passes before the door suddenly slams open, hitting the wall full force as Jungkook comes barreling in. You jump in absolute fear, aiming blindly as you pull the trigger. “Oh shit!” Taehyung yells, he doesn’t bother entering the room at first as he ducks to the side of the doorway after the bullet grazes the wall next to the doorway.

Jungkook yells something you can’t really make out through the ringing in your ears from the deafening noise. He wrestles the shotgun out of your hands, tossing it to the corner far away from you both. “Hey, hey,” he loudly curses, “calm down will you?!” He grunts.

Taehyung slips into the room and comes over to pin you down, “Shh, shh, we’re here now y/n,” he says as he leans down to nose along your shoulder and neck, “ ‘s safe with us.” He whispers in his deep baritone voice.

The fear combined with the stress (and adrenaline) of the situation sends you into a full blown panic attack. Your vision begins getting spotty and you feel like you’re on the verge of passing out. Probably from how malnourished you were given that the past few weeks you’ve been surviving on one granola bar every week.

You yell and twist around, loud sobs pouring from your lips as you thrash endlessly. “N-No! Please! Let me go,” you hiccup through your tears, “stop it,” the fight begins slowly draining out of you. They coo and murmur deceivingly sweet things in your ear, their hands roam all over your body while you lay there limp. “P..lease..” You quietly plead one last time before the world around you begins to fade.

“I’ve got you baby, don’t you worry. Never gonna let you outta my sight,” Taehyung whispers, “....s.afe..with us.” You manage to hear right before losing consciousness.

+

5 months later..

Everyday waking up felt more like a chore and the only time you ever found yourself looking forward to something was going to sleep. Sleeping was like some sort of escape from reality where you would find yourself dreaming of the day you reunite with your parents. Another dream you frequently had was you being back at your uncle’s farm living day by day in utter peace surrounded by the people you loved.

It was a pretty memory that would be ruined the moment you woke up to find either Taehyung or Jungkook over you.

They were like animals, they had no self control and acted like a bunch of hormonal teens around you. Taehyung especially, he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off nor his pants on. You lost track of the days inbetween sleeping or them fucking you like no tommorrow. Waking up sore between your legs or with cum dripping from your gaping pussy was a familiar feeling.

Taehyung was the more shameless one between the two. He’d fuck you almost every chance he got with his hands never straying from your body for more than two minutes whenever he was around you. He kept you chained in his room by the ankle on his bed wearing nothing but his shirt and those bear printed panties you came to hate. They were ruined the minute he’d lay with you, hand stuffed deep inside and his long slender fingers buried knuckle deep in your soaked pussy.

You hated that your body responded very well to his touches, hell you’d even slick up to the sound of him entering the room with the amount of times he fucked you or had his hands on you. Taehyung’s mouth was even filthier with the amount of shit he said in that husky tone whenever he had you pinned under him—knees pressed to your shoulders as he folded you in half and punched his cock deep inside your bruised cunt.

“Just needed a cock in you pretty, didn’t you,” he’d whisper while grinding his hips in slow circles with his cock rubbing up against every crevice of your pussy, his balls pressed tight against your ass as low squelching noises filled the quiet bedroom.

Jungkook was used to the sounds of the headboard banging or bed creaking against the wooden floor. He’d lay awake in his own room with a hand wrapped tight against his cock while he listened to you cry and mewl in pleasure. Other times he’d walk into the room just to see Taehyung balls deep in you with your legs spread wide and a string of white creaminess sticking to Taehyung’s pelvis and cock whenever he pulled out of your messy pussy.

At the moment you were curled into your side, balling up under the warm sheets as you tried to find more sleep. After a few more minutes of tossing and turning you begrudgingly accepted that you weren’t going to be getting any more sleep. Your puffy eyes cracked open as you stared over at the window. The curtains were closed but from the tiny corner you could see that it was night time already.

Taehyung and Jungkook had yet to come back, they said something about getting some things they needed from the mall. A tiny part of you wished they wouldn’t come back though. Maybe they’d be ambushed by those things and eaten alive (your biggest fantasy was them getting their cocks ripped off for what they’ve done to you). You could only dream, you sigh wistfully.

You sit up in bed and look around the dark room, there’s nothing much to do so you end up doodling in your sketchbook for a bit before laying back down just dreading the arrival of your captors. They get back around midnight, a little over an hour after you had woken up. Your eyes are slipped shut as you try to fall back asleep, and right when your body and mind both shut down the door is opened.

Taehyung comes in silently, humming under his breath as he sets some bags down on the ground. You don’t pay much attention, just curling into yourself with closed eyes while he goes about with whatever the hell he’s doing. The sound of Taehyung unbuckling his belt is enough to have your pussy throbbing, already slicking up for what’s about to come. He shuffles around and slips his shirt off, and then his pants.

The bed dips low and creaks under his weight when he climbs in next to you. You squeeze your eyes tight and try to breathe normally. Taehyung’s hand falls on your thigh and rubs over the soft skin slowly, each time going higher and higher until he’s playing with the waistband of your underwear. Your skin prickles all over with goosebumps as he quietly laughs under his breath.

“Look so pretty like this,” he mumbles while leaning in to hide his face in your neck, “bet your little pussy’s all wet for me too..” He dips his fingers in and slides them through your chubby folds, “Fuckin’ soaked—got you waiting for this cock huh?” He circles his fingers over your wet clit, “C’mon pretty, open up for me. Know you’re awake,” he rasps out and rubs faster.

You breathily sigh and fall into the bed pliantly while he plays with your clit between his long slender fingers. Taehyung slips his fingers between your dewy sticky folds, going right over your greedy hole. It clenches around nothing and you wait with a bated breath for him to slip them inside.

“Hear that baby?” Taehyung whispers as his lips slide over your neck and suck on a particular spot, “Messy little thing you are,” he comments while pressing his crotch over your ass and letting you feel the hard print of his swelling cock from inside his boxers, “don’t worry though—not gonna be empty for long, gonna fill you up and give it to you real good pretty.” He rasps out.

He rolls his hips in the tiniest of circles, letting out deep sighs and grunts while he plays with your pussy with one hand and the other grips your ass cheek. He squeezes the doughy cheek and pulls it apart to expose your puckered hole, “Gonna fuck you here too one day,” he rolls his hips more insistently, “gonna make all your pretty holes mine.”

You bite back a mewl when his thumb flicks over your clit in rapid sweeping motions, it has you grinding into his hand and simultaneously pushing back on his hard cock. You feel it slot between your cheeks—hot and throbbing—as it slides over the rim of your asshole. You weakly clench down on nothing, pussy pathetically spewing more slick and dribbling between your silky folds.

“One day,” he mutters, “not now.” Taehyung reaches up to steady you by the hip. You hear shuffling in the back as Taehyung kicks his boxers off, letting the dampened material fall to the ground. His hands are on you in a heartbeat, he racks the oversized shirt you’re wearing up around your waist and tugs at your panties with two fingers. “Open a little wider for me pretty—there you go, that’s it.” He purrs.

Taehyung wraps a hand around the back of your knee and holds it up as he lifts your leg into the air. You bite your lip and turn your face into the pillow to hide in, “Keep it up here for me,” he murmurs while letting go.

You can hear him fist his cock from behind you as he takes his cock and slaps it over your folds repeatedly. “Fuck,” he sighs almost dreamily while positioning the mushroomy tip at your clenched hole, “relax n let me in baby, good girl.” He murmurs while kicking his hips forward and pushing his cock into you.

Your lips part in a small ‘o’, no noise escaping as he fills you inch for inch with his heavy fat cock. This spooning position does nothing but make you aware just how big his cock is, you feel fucking stuffed and full of him with the rim of your pussy stretching a bit painfully to accommodate him. Taehyung releases a low growl and shoves himself into you impatiently. His hips smack against your ass with a loud squelch.

“Shit…” He sighs out like he’s relieved to be buried deep inside you, he shifts around and presses himself closer to you. You feel him drape himself over your back with his face buried in the junction of your neck and shoulder. He breathes your scent in and moans quietly while circling his hips slowly, cock shifting from side to side inside of you.

“God you feel so good,” he whispers as his hand grips your hip tight, “don’t think I’ll ever get used to fuckin’ this pussy.” He moans once more and presses in.

You double over and fist the pillow you’re laying on tightly, you can feel his hot thick balls press snug against your ass with each grind and thrust. Taehyung’s busy sucking marks into the back of your neck, he rolls his hips smoothly and occasionally bottoms out and presses into you deeply. His cock reemerges drenched in copious amounts of slick, the noise it makes is filthy as he pushes in deep.

“Shit, like that.” He moves faster, humping into you in quick little rolls as your cheeks smack against his pelvis repeatedly.

Your mouth opens and you quietly pant into the hot pillow, ears burning when you hear the squelching and the sound of his balls connecting to your ass from where they swing. Taehyung moans into your ear and slips his hand down your front to spread your pussy apart in a ‘V’ shape, “C’mon baby, play with yourself.” He huffs.

Most likely if you don’t do it he will so you slip your hand down and circle your clit with your fingers. You rub in circular motions, matching the speed of his thrusts. You can’t help the strangled moan that you let out because he pairs this with perfectly aimed thrusts, cockhead brushing over your g-spot repeatedly. The noises you held in begin spilling from your lips, you whimper and whine quietly while laying three fingers over your clit and rubbing side to side quickly.

“You gonna cum baby?” Taehyung gasps, “Can feel you getting tighter,” he grunts while smacking his hips into yours harder.

You throw your head back on his shoulder and gasp loudly when his cock bumps into your cervix. It hurts but the pain blends easily with the pleasure. Taehyung digs his fingernails into your side and tightly holds on to you while fucking into your pussy harshly. The slapping noises fill the entire room, the sheets shift and the bed rocks into the wall from the force of his thrusts.

“W-Wait,” you gasp breathlessly while your pussy squeezes tight, “fuck—Tae-hyung..!” A garbled cry escapes your lips as your pussy floods wetly, you cum with a high pitched cry while burying your face into his pillow—body shaking like a newborn lamb.

Taehyung hisses and quickly rolls his hips, driving his swollen cock into you over and over again like it’s the last time. He lands a tiny slap over your pussy causing you to cry out in oversensitivity. “Oh shit,” he gasps and slams into you three times before coming to a stop and riding the rest of his orgasm out with tiny grinds. He milks his cock out with a long sigh, pressing in to make sure none of it slips out.

You’re left laying there panting harshly while he warms his cock with your cunt. Only when his cock softens does he let it slip out with a nasty squelch. You can feel a sticky trail of slick and cum bubble between your folds, a small string still connected to his flaccid cock. “So messy,” he mutters while rolling out of bed to bring back a towel.

You stare at the wall with disoriented eyes and a wet ass/pussy.

The very next morning over breakfast Taehyung tells you about a surprise he has for you. You’re suspicious as hell but go along with it and wait patiently for him to give you his “gift”. Nothing good ever comes from him so you’re pretty sure this gift is something more for them than it is for you. When he pulls it out you mentally sigh, proven right.

“Aren’t these pretty?” Taehyung grins while showing off the pretty dresses, “I found ‘em in that store from last time and thought they’d look good on you.” He licks his lips, “Try ‘em on.” He’s not asking, he’s telling you.

You begrudgingly change into one, noting how short it is given that it ends right under your ass. You stand there and let out a deep sigh, “This is the worst..” You mutter while fixing the straps.

“You comin’ out yet pretty?” Taehyung calls out.

“Fucking hell, can’t you wait.” You angrily tug the dress down and unlock the door, “I’m going.” You roll your eyes and walk out of the hallway and to them.

Their eyes naturally shift lower, staring shamelessly as they lick their lips hungrily. “Fits like a glove.” Jungkook nods, “Do a little spin for me sweetheart,” he sits back and man spreads on the couch, “slowly.” His eyes drop down to your exposed thighs.

You slowly turn in a circle stopping when they ask you to. Taehyung whistles lowly while Jungkook hums in appreciation, “Maybe these pretty little dresses are the only thing you should wear around the house, makes you look like a pretty little housewife.” He chuckles.

“She does, doesn't she? If it were up to me she’d be my little housewife walking around with nothin��� underneath leaking with cum and a pussy stuffed full.” Taehyung’s eyes stay glued to your tits where they push against the dress, smushed together from how tight that area was.

“Pretty little thing was made for it.” Jungkook nods with a low hum. You’ve never felt less human.

That night, Jungkook brings you to his room and has you slip on another one of the dresses Taehyung got you. Except this one literally leaves your entire ass hanging out no matter how much you tug on it. It’s a silky dress embroidered with lace and frills, you know you’re not going to stand a chance. He’s already looking at you like he wants to eat you, he lays there with an arm behind his head on the bed, just ogling you in appreciation as you change.

It’s over the moment you turn around. Jungkook quite literally throws you on the bed and pins you down under his hard, heavy body. He wastes no time in pushing the dress up and pinning you with your knees touching your shoulders. His pace is frantic and hard, thighs smacking and balls smacking into you as he fucks like a madman.

The bed violently hits the wall and creaks loudly under the weight of you two. He really has you crying and screaming in pleasure from how rough he was with you. His own grunts and moans rising in volume to match yours. He fucks orgasm after orgasm out of you, each time hurting a little more from how sensitive you were. Your cunt’s rubbed raw, glistening with precum mixed with your slick as a ring of white forms around the base of Jungkook’s cock. Some of his creamy cum drips down between your ass cheeks and on to the rim of your puckered hole. It splatters a little when his balls collide with your ass, staining both him and the bed sheets.

The room’s hot, it stinks with sex as Jungkook fucks you over and over again on the bed. You mewl shakily and kick your dangling feet in the air when he rolls you two over the edge of the bed, your head hangs as he buries himself deep in your pussy and grinds in quick motions. Jungkook has either arm beside your head, caging you in as he watches your expressions with hooded eyes.

“Fuck.” Jungkook bites his lip and moves faster, “Look so goddamn perfect, gonna have this little cunt bred by the end of the night. You’d like that wouldn’t you baby—to be stuffed with my cum dripping?” He breathlessly asks, brow pinched in concentration as he rolls his hips.

When you don’t answer he lands a smack across your ass, tightly squeezing it in his hand afterwards. You mewl quietly and nod, “Answer me baby, wanna hear it from your sweet little lips.” He growls and lands another smack.

You hiccup and sob softly, “Y-Yes..! W-Wanna you to fill me up.” Your toes curl as you shudder when his cock hits your g-spot. All this movement and your head hanging quickly has you recoiling in dizziness as he jostles you.

Jungkook moves his hands and falls into you with your chest pressed to his. He wraps his hands around both of your ass cheeks and grips them tightly while pumping his cock in and out of you. Your thighs tremble in anticipation, cunt greedily swallowing him as low wet smacking noises begin to grow louder.

“Gonna cum sweetheart,” he rasps out with sweat dripping from his brow, “shit—so fuckin’ tight.” He shudders while leaning into you.

Your arms shakily wrap around his shoulders as you hug him tightly, sobbing when his pelvis glides over your clit and traps the sensitive bud between you and him. He fucks in quick thrusts, cock punching in and out of your creamy pussy. You lay there whining quietly as he uses you to get off. His moans turn breathier and quiet until he stops and goes silent.

His cock throbs and twitches, hot cum painting your pussy white as he empties himself in you. Jungkook lets out a ragged groan as he finally stops coming, he tiredly lays himself over you and pants, swallowing quietly as he tries to catch his breath. You didn’t cum again but you’re fine, it would have hurt anyway.

“Shit.” He mumbles as he rolls off of you lays side by side, staring up at the ceiling with his wet cock hanging out all bare without a single care in the world. You shakily roll to your side and curl up.

You knew these damn dresses were gonna be trouble..

+

Something’s off…very off.

For almost a week now you’ve been getting sick and throwing up meal after meal, maybe they were poisoning and finally putting you out of your misery. You wished.. You were sleeping way more than usual and everything just hurt more, even sex—not that it didn’t hurt before but suddenly your clit was too rubbed raw to touch and penetration was starting to hurt and ache? Something was very wrong and they knew it too.

“You think it’s the food?” Taehyung asks while sitting at the table with you and Jungkook, they often talk like you aren’t even there at times. “Or like maybe it’s the flu or something, been finding the window left open at night, could be that she got some air.”

Jungkook eyes you in worry, “I don’t think so Tae, she barely even has anything in her stomach to begin with and she keeps puking her guts out.” He sighs deeply, “y/n baby, how long has this been going on for hm? Weeks?”

You shrug and stare down at the hot food on your plate, “I dunno, not really hungry though.. Just wanna sleep.”

Taehyung frowns, “You need to eat something, wait—maybe she’s on her period or something and it’s probably hitting her really hard. Are you?” He turns to look at you as he waits patiently for your answer.

You open your mouth to say no but then sit there in shock, period.. When was the last time you even had one? Your heart begins pounding as you try to think back to your last cycle, sure you didn’t think about it too often but still it was something you kept track of so things didn’t get super messy in the middle of your travels. They call your name three times before you finally look up at them.

“I haven’t gotten a period.” You whispered, “Last I remember was I think a month ago, wait no I think two..” You begin shaking in your seat, this means one thing for sure.. You look up at them, they’re both sporting surprised looks but Taehyung’s face quickly morphs into one of excitement and happiness.

“So that means..” Taehyung grins, “ ‘s my baby,” he proudly claims, “must’ve knocked her up real good.” He chuckles quietly, dodging Jungkook’s hit, “What?? She’s the one who sleeps in my bed more than you! You’re just jealous it’s not your baby.” He smirks.

Jungkook sighs, “Tae, maybe instead of being so happy about knocking her up worry about her fuckin health.” He glares before turning to you with a soft look, “C’mere sweetheart, let’s get you something for your stomach yeah?” He stands and goes over to guide you into the kitchen, “Tae, run out and bring some pregnancy tests!”

“On it!”

You’re numb the entire time Jungkook talks to you about different meal options, his hand never leaves your waist and he occasionally strokes his thumb over your tummy. How could they be so happy knowing the circumstances behind the baby—or rather this parasite inside of you. Just thinking about the thing made you sicker, and quite frankly more angrier.

“Baby?” Jungkook looks at you in confusion, “I asked if you wanted to have some broth with crackers, it’ll be light on your stomach and will do good for the baby.” Baby… You looked down at your stomach and stared at it, so that’s where the little shit was. “Baby?” He cups your face in his hands.

“Anything is fine,” you mutter, “doesn’t matter now anyways, ‘m basically an incubator.” You glare.

Jungkook ignores your little aggressive comment, “Don’t be like that, ‘s not good for you or the baby. Gotta make sure you’re well fed mama,” he mumbles as he brings you closer, “gotta be a good mama for the baby alright?” He cups your tummy.

You feel frustration bubble up, “I don’t want this fucking parasite in me,” you seethe, “I didn’t ask to be pregnant, I didn’t ask for any of this! I would have been perfectly fine in Busan with my parents if you or Taehyung hadn’t bothered me!” You yell angrily, “Baby this, baby that—what about me?! I’m a human being! This is my life we’re talking about!” You shove his hands off of you.

Jungkook’s jaw clenches, “You’re just cranky and moody, understandable sweetheart,” he reaches over to grip you by the throat, “but let’s not get too over your head yeah? Is this all because of Busan? Throwin’ a fit like a goddamn child?” He glares.

“Yes! Exactly that Jungkook, I was doing so fucking fine before YOU or Taehyung.” Your eyes well with tears, “A-And now-now, I can’t even see my parents anymore because I’m stuck here everyday inside of a small ass apartment chained like a goddamn circus animal waiting to be used!” You sob hysterically, everything you’ve held in at this point just erupting.

You hate that he gives you a sympathetic look, he brings you into his arms and you’re too weak to fight against him, “Oh baby,” he rocks you side to side, “when will you understand that your place is with us, we keep you SAFE. We feed you don’t we? We protect you? What more are you asking for?” He says softly like he’s talking to a child or something.

“I-I want to see my mom and dad,” you hiccup, “wanna g-go to Busan ‘n make sure they’re alive ‘n healthy. Please!” You paw at his arms and cling to him like a child, “Please ‘s the only thing I’ll ever ask for!”

Jungkook stares down at you while you cry and beg, he gently rubs his hand over your back and hums, “I’ll talk to Tae about it,” he pulls back to look down at you, “but you have to take care of yourself for the baby’s sake.” He calmly says, “No ifs or buts, if you don’t we’re not going anywhere.”

You bite back the protest sitting on the tip of your tongue, “...Okay..” You mutter.

“Good girl,” Jungkook grins and ruffles your hair, “now go sit down, I’ll call you when the soup is ready.” He ushers you out.

Taehyung and Jungkook spend the entire night talking about it, you can hear them from the bedroom where you sit in pure excitement and hope. Jungkook argues that maybe it’s time to find a new settlement out there, he says something along the lines that raising the baby in the countryside is far better as the infected are less likely to populate rural areas. Taehyung argues that they’re fine altogether given the endless supplies nearby and the running water and electricity they have.

“Jungkook you’re not understanding, I’m gonna be a dad now and I can’t be having y/n walk for almost two months straight in this state. She won’t make it,” Taehyung sighs, “she’s fine here, safe and sound where she has water and heat to keep her warm at night.”

Jungkook releases a heavier sigh, “Tae, there’s a high risk of raiders and you know it. What if we’re out getting supplies one day and someone finds her and the baby? Then what? Or how about when the baby gets here you wanna keep them inside these four small ass walls for the rest of their lives? Is that what you think is best for the baby?”

You sit with a bated breath, waiting for Taehyung’s reply. You’re fucked if he says no, because Jungkook will NOT go anywhere unless Taehyung comes with. You feel your heart twist bitterly as you stare down at your hands, if Taehyung says no you really think you’ll resort to murder just to escape..

“Fine. We’ll go but if it’s far worse we’re heading straight back got it?” Taehyung grunts, “Can’t believe I’m agreeing to this shit.” He mutters while heading out to the patio.

You smile widely and lay back with your head turned to the window, admiring the bright moon, “Soon..” You quietly whisper to yourself.

Please wait for me..

+

The three of you set out one crisp Autumn morning, you almost forgot what the outside looked like given that you were only given the luxury of the windows in the apartment. Jungkook and Taehyung keep you close with a hand around your waist or wrapped around your own in a tight hold.

“Gotta cross that bridge to catch the highway that leads us into the countryside roads to Busan,” Jungkook says while reading the map, “from there I think we should be good and just keep walking straight.” He sighs as he folds the map back up.

Taehyung hums in acknowledgment as he reaches over to slip his arm around your waist and tug you close, “You good baby?” He asks softly, “Don’t want you overworking yourself.” He leans down to press a chaste kiss to your cheek.

You nod while looking around the area, “I’m fine, wanna go now.” You tug at his hand and follow after Jungkook. They try to make conversation with you but you’re fully locked in on one thing: Busan.

It takes up almost a day to make it to the bridge and get on the highway, luckily those things aren’t out in the open so the walk is much easier and stress free. You pass the time by admiring the plant life around you and remembering what once was when you come across clothing shops and closed restaurants.

The wind blows the flowy dress you’re wearing, you would have preferred something like jeans or whatever but they swapped out almost all of your clothes for dresses. You liked them and they were cute and all but this was something you would have liked to wear for yourself back at home and not for them.

“Look,” Taehyung stops in his tracks to bring you over to the bridge railing, “kinda looks nice yeah?” He smiles as the wind blows through his hair.

The three of you stand together watching the water below calmly moving in one direction, birds fly high over your heads and into the pink-ish sunset. You smile to yourself and nod, “I like it. Super nice.”

Jungkook leans his head over your shoulder and hums, “Pretty like you.” He comments to which you ignore. The three of you stay a little longer before Jungkook pats you gently on the back, “Alright, time to go. Gotta find somewhere before sundown.” He warns and takes your hand in his, leading you away from the peaceful sight.

You insist to them you’re more than fine walking through the dark with them but Taehyung’s absolutely not having it. He gives you one glare and you’re left to sulk in the dark quietly, begrudgingly following the two into a spot for the night somewhere off the road in the overgrown grass. Jungkook makes sure the area is clear before he lays out your sleeping bags on the ground.

“Calm down, Busan ain’t going nowhere sweetheart,” Jungkook comments when he sees how uneasy you are, “here lay down.” He pulls you in and tucks you into the warm sleeping bag, “All this walking won’t be any good on you,” he leaves the ‘or the baby’ out given your feelings about the pregnancy, “gotta have you well rested.” He mumbles and leans down to press a gentle kiss over your lips.

You stare at him with an incredulous look, you rather keep walking day and night if meant getting away from them two and reaching your parents quicker. Any more of this and you’re going to lose it, you grumble quietly and snuggle into the sleeping bag turned away from them. “Night.” You curtly reply.

“G’night pretty.”

.

Sleep comes fairly easy but you’re still a bit uncomfortable from laying on the cold hard ground. You spent at least a good hour tossing and turning before sleep took over and sent you into a state of peace. Though by now you knew that peace was never an option, not with these two on your ass half the time.

Your eyes flutter open in confusion, you take in your surroundings for a few seconds before realizing you’re flat on your back. You note the familiar weight sitting on top of you and the slick noises down below. “Hn?” You try to make out who it is but it’s difficult with their face buried in your neck.

“Awake pretty?” Taehyung whispers into your ear, “Was wondering when you were gonna wake up.” He runs his tongue over the shell of your ear with a low moan, “Sorry baby, couldn’t resist seeing you so pretty in the dresses we got you.” He slurs out, you notice he has a hand stuffed between the two of you with his heavy cock in his hand, “Had to have you,” he breathes out while laying his pelvis flat against yours, “feel that? You did that.”

His cock’s all slicked up and hot as it presses against your inner thigh. There’s no use in fighting back as you let your thighs fall open to accommodate him. Taehyung makes a pleased noise as he grinds his cock over your clothed pussy. It bumps and nudges against you which in turn makes your clit throb with excitement. You huff quietly and angle your hips low to see if his cock will bump into your clit again.

Taehyung’s cock slips and slides over your cunt, you begin to grow annoyed and reach down to shove your panties down. He eagerly helps you slide them off with the material getting stuck around your ankle. When he goes to spread you open with his fingers, you let out a pained cry and shove at his hand weakly. Your clit and hole were more sore than you thought.

“What is it baby?” He asks with worry etched onto his face.

You shake your head, “Hurts,” you reply softly and move his hand away, “don’t like it, it hurts.”

Taehyung moves his hand away from your cunt, “Won’t touch you there then baby,” he murmurs while kissing your lips as an apology.

You huff quietly and wiggle around with a pissy glare, “And now my back hurts too.” You shove at his chest and grumble, “Off, off.” Taehyung doesn’t budge, instead he lets you roll over on to your side to alleviate the pressure. Your eyes snap over to him when you feel his cock slip between your thighs.

“Shh..gonna use your pretty little thighs sweetheart.” Taehyung whispers as he rolls his hips slowly. You let your head drop back to the pillow with an annoyed huff, his cock occasionally brushes over your clit from where it sits snug against your pussy. Doesn’t hurt but it bothers you.

He quietly moans and pants under his breath while using your thighs to get off. His leaky cock leaves trails of pearly white cum smeared over your thighs and cunt. Some of it even gets your cheeks wet, making the heat you’re feeling more unbearable. “Can’t wait till you’re bigger pretty,” he whispers, “gonna look so good full of our baby.”

His hips snap upwards when he says that, “ ‘s like you were made to be bred,” he growls and reaches down to slip a hand into your dress, fondling and squeezing your tit in his hand, “got such pretty tits, look at ‘em,” he grunts while slapping one, “can’t wait till they’re leaking with milk.”

You shudder in disgust at the thought, you already felt like you weren’t in your own body, him talking about its upcoming changes has you gagging. You choose to ignore anything related to the pregnancy, closing your eyes and trying to block out his words.

“Oh fuck,” he shudders, “gonna always keep you full and swollen—gonna breed you over and over again pretty.” Taehyung rolls his hips faster and faster until he stops with a shaky sigh, cum shooting out in white ropes over you and the sleeping bag. He stays still for a few seconds before pulling his spent cock from between your thighs.

Great, he ruined your sleeping bag.

.

The air around you is hot despite the season being autumn. You trudge along behind Jungkook while toying with the sleeves of your hoodie which has long been discarded and tied around your waist. Jungkook says it’s only a matter of days before you’re all in Busan. You’re just relieved the gruesome trip is finally coming to an end and you probably won’t have to see them ever again.

Dealing with both Taehyung and Jungkook was slowly starting to work a nerve inside of you. As your pregnancy progressed so did the symptoms that came with it. Your back hurt like a bitch, your tits were sensitive, and your mood swings were very random. Everyday was a challenge with these two they just wouldn’t leave you alone and in peace. Not to mention the thing inside of you, it was the main source of all your headaches and morning sickness.

“There’s a gas station up ahead,” Taehyung points, “let’s head there to take a break, yeah? My fuckin’ feet are killing me.” He groans while adjusting his hold on the rifle in his hands. “And don’t start with me y/n, we all need a fucking break,” he shoots you a warning glance.

You kick a nearby rock and glare back, “I wasn’t going to say anything.” It comes out more snappier than usual, something about today just had every nerve in your body sending you into overdrive.

Taehyung shoots you a look, “You don’t have to, I can already feel you complaining about why we have to stop.” He mutters, “All you’ve done since we left Daegu. Not all of us wanna walk till the fucking sun starts to set.”

You whip around to give him a piece of your mind when Jungkook tugs you over to his side, “Tae,” Jungkook gives him a silent look before he turns his attention to you, “I just wanna rest in peace, so please let’s just keep our thoughts to ourselves and keep it moving. Fighting isn’t gonna get us there faster either.”

“Well maybe picking fights with a pregnant person isn’t so bright either.” You spit out angrily while walking faster.

Taehyung scoffs, “Oh so now you’re pulling the pregnant card? After all this time acting like the baby doesn’t even exist to you, I see you.”

You whip around and stop walking, “Because it doesn’t! This fucking parasite inside of me doesn’t exist to me and it never will. I never wanted it in the first place and now I’m stuck with it in MY body, so maybe that explains why I fuckin’ hate it and don’t talk about it!” You hiss.

The silence is deafening. Jungkook doesn’t seem so shocked you lashed out but Taehyung absolutely looks livid with the way you talked about the baby. You don’t care, if anything you’re smug because at least he knows you hate the thing. “If it were up to me,” you speak lowly, “I would have gotten rid of it the moment I found out.”

And with that you stomp off towards the gas station. “y/n! y/n get back here!” Taehyung yells but Jungkook says something along the lines of ‘let her be’. You huff angrily and throw the door open to the station, it’s dark and dusty as hell in there but you’re too angry to really care. “Who the fuck does he think he is?” You mutter while looking around for something edible, preferably chocolate.

As you’re looking up and down the aisles you hear a quiet thud. You briefly look up with a pinched look, “Probably one of those idiots.” You mutter quietly while going back to looking for candy. The noise gets louder and once again interrupts your search, “What the fuck.” You sigh in annoyance and look over at the backroom.

The door suddenly slams open and a mangled body comes barreling out, screeching loudly while flailing around and knocking things over. Your eyes widen and you drop the candy bar you had in your hands, “Oh shit.” You make a run for the door, head whipping back to see the zombie launch itself from the other side to you, its hands outstretched and swinging wildly.

“Jungkook! Taehyung!” You fall through the door and crawl away desperately as the thing wraps its hand around your ankle to yank you back, “Help me!” You sob and desperately kick at the thing.

Taehyung aims the rifle and shoots without hesitation, it takes at least two shots to keep the thing down. “Fuck are you okay?” Taehyung runs over to pull you up into his arms, “Did it bite you? Are you hurt?” He paws all over and inspects your body for any bites or wounds.

“I-I’m okay.” You quietly whisper and look back at the store, “I-I don’t know if t-there’s more in there.” A tiny sob bubbles up as you hide your face in his chest and grip his shirt tightly.

Taehyung looks over at Jungkook and silently nods, “Hey you’re okay, look at me,” he cups your face, “you’re fine, ‘s nothing we already got rid of it.” He whispers while brushing your hair out of your face. You weakly nod and stay close by while Jungkook checks for any more infected inside of the station.

Taehyung’s practically glued to you after that, and not that you want him close by but in a way he helps calm you down. Jungkook had quickly gathered food and water before the three of you set back out. The walk was silent save for the sounds of birds chirping and crickets hiding in the tall grass. Everything just feels so unreal right now as you still process your near death experience.

“I think we have to go that way,” Jungkook quietly says, “leads to the countryside—you said your parents lived away from the city right?” He says and stops in his tracks to look at you.

“Yeah.” You look at the map in his hands. “If I’m right we only have a good hour to go, farm’s not that far from here. I recognized the road cause my dad used to take me through here whenever we were going into the city.” You say while reading one of the familiar road signs.

Jungkook nods, “Lead the way then.”

The three of you walk through the dirt, passing by big farms and bus stations that definitely make you reminisce. You haven’t been here in so long it feels weird, you would have loved to come when things didn’t hit the fan and everything went into chaos. You can’t hide the anticipation on your face, it was practically eating at you.

Taehyung notices this because he reaches for your hand and holds it tight, “Any closer?”

“Yeah.” Your heart pounds in your chest, this is the moment you’ve been waiting for. You’re not so sure you’re prepared for what’s about to come. If your parents aren’t there—no, they are, you’re so sure of it. Something tells you they’re fine. You’re so excited you nearly barf.

You come to a stop when the three of you reach the wooden gate entrance, Jungkook is quick to open the latch and push the gate open. “y/n,” Jungkook calls out in surprise because you immediately start heading to the house. You ignore them and their calls, stumbling over your feet as you make your way to your home. Your eyes get watery from the swirl of emotions you’re feeling.

‘I did it.’ You run on to the porch and push the door open, “Mom! Dad! It’s me!” You call out loudly while heading into the living room, “Mom?” You look around frantically. Everything in the house looks untouched, the windows are open as the white curtains flutter with the wind. You feel your heart drop a few times here and there but you’re more excited than anything.

“Mom! Dad!” You head into another room and look around frantically. Nothing is out of place and the house looks well taken care of, so where were your parents? You take a seat on a chair, ignoring the sounds of Jungkook and Taehyung entering the house. Where were they..? You begin to tear up.

You catch a small white envelope sitting in the corner of the table. You reach over and your eyes widen when you see that it was addressed to you. With frantic hands you tear it open and begin reading, eager to find out where your parents could be. As you’re reading Taehyung comes into the room and leans over your shoulder with a curious look. You don’t even reprimand him for reading something that doesn’t concern him.

“..I knew you would come looking for us, it’s in your nature to be stubborn as hell like your mama,” Taehyung reads out loud as Jungkook pauses whatever the hell he was looking at, “we didn’t think you would be content with staying put, and if for whatever reason you find yourself here we’re gone. We’re safe if you must know, we’ve left to a settlement with others where we hopefully can rebuild the life we once had. When you’re ready come to us, you’ve made it this far kiddo I don’t think you’ll have trouble getting to us. For now rest, I assume you’re tired, we left the animals in the barn with food that is most likely gone by now, there’s preserved foods in the bunker below that we’ve been harvesting. Hope to see you soon,” Taehyung finishes.

Your hands shake as you read the date below—you were a week late.

“I guess that’s that.” Jungkook sighs.

“Farm doesn’t look so bad, I think we can run it, don't you think Kook?” Taehyung grins, “We can raise the baby out here without a worry, can even take some horses down to the nearby town when we need to.” He leans down to kiss your neck, “What do you say pretty?..”

+

Everything hurts—your spine, your back, your feet—you can’t stand it. The baby is bigger and it weighs down on your hips horribly. Some days you pretend it isn’t there but other days are harder given the sheer size of your belly and that thing kicking you.

With an annoyed huff you rip the blankets off of your body and get up with a low pained moan. You support your back with one hand while carefully walking across the wooden floor towards the front door. The cold metal bites into your ankle unforgivingly but you’re used to it already. You thought things would be different here but you guess you were wrong.

“Fuck,” you hiss when the baby kicks you in the rib, “just you fuckin’ wait you little shit,” you mutter while standing on the front porch watching Taehyung and Jungkook tend to the farm around.

Jungkook wipes the sweat off his brow and turns to smile at you, “Something wrong sweetheart?” He calls out.

Taehyung shoots you a grin, “Baby already bothering you pretty?” You want to reply ‘been bothering me’ so bad but you hold your tongue. Taehyung’s eyes drop down to the dress you’re wearing as he whistles lowly, “Well don’t you look pretty?” He smirks as he runs his tongue over his lip.

You find yourself staring at them—one day, you’ll find a way to leave even if you have to fight tooth and nail. You suppose the parasite inside of you can come if it’s not already out yet, or hell maybe you’ll leave it with them who knows.

But one thing is for sure: you were leaving one way or another.

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[chavezwhore]

The Singer (Chapter 2)

A/N: I think there should be one more chapter of background and then we’ll get to the good stuff! Thanks for reading! Xoxo 💋 Chapter 1

After the excitement of the prior day, Y/N walked into the studio to start recording on her new album. She was so excited to get started, this was the culmination of a lot of months of hard work and songwriting so that was huge for her. She was also especially excited because Cooper was going to be stopping by, and it would be great for her best friend to hear some of the songs that she held extremely close to her heart.

“Hey Y/N,” her producer greeted her as she walked into the room they were using for the day, “you look nice today.” Y/N smiled back at him, greeting him with a wave and a hello, “Thanks Michael, I feel like I need to look my best to sing my best, ya know?” She glanced around the room, greeting the production assistant Jessica as well.

Y/N shrugged off her jacket, taking a sip of her hot tea before speaking again, “Just so you know Coop is stopping over sometime today.” Michael nodded, a smile on his face “sounds great, it’s been awhile since we’ve seen him.” Jessica glanced at the female, a knowing look in her eyes, “Is he perhaps going to bring the inspiration of some of these songs? Nicholas is it?” Y/N flushed and rolled her eyes, “I don’t think he’s bringing him, but let’s get started, yeah?”

Y/N walked into the recording booth, “Let’s start with Taste, if you don’t mind,” she put on the headphones and started to tap her foot to the beat before singing the song. Once the take was finished, Michael clapped, “Incredible! What song do you want to do next?” Y/N looked down at her phone, seeing a text from Cooper: “We are on the way over now! Can’t wait to see you in action! Lots of love 💕” Y/N looked up, “Uh, Coop is on his way, let’s do Good Graces.” She put her headphones back on, pondering who exactly “we” was.

Cooper glanced over at the male sitting in the passenger’s seat of his car, “Just so you know, she might not be super thrilled to see you. She thought it was just me coming. And when I texted her that we were on our way, she left me on read,” he chuckled softly, “she’ll warm up to you, don’t worry.” Nicholas nodded, looking out the window, “it’s not big deal, you should have told me she would be uncomfortable and I would have stayed back.” Cooper shook his head, “It’s fine Nic, really.”

Cooper pulled into the lot putting his car in park before glancing over the male next to him, “She’s only like this when it’s someone she’s interested in, but you didn’t hear that from me,” he said with a wink before getting out of the car. Nicholas followed him out of the car, thinking about what Cooper had just said, interested in? No, that’s not possible.

Y/N finished the take of Good Graces and glanced down at her notebook, before looking up at Michael, “okay, this is a risk, they’ll be here any minute, but let’s run through Bed Chem…” she trailed off a bit as the door opened slightly. The female giggled nervously, “hit the track before I change my mind.” Michael nodded, pressing the backing track and sitting back, turning off the feedback from the booth as Cooper and Nicholas walked in. Michael turned around in his chair, “Welcome! We’re just starting a new take so she’ll be out after this track.”

Y/N took a deep breath before starting to sing. This song wasn’t one hundred percent about him; but it was definitely inspired by him in parts of it. She finished the take, running a hand down her face and talking into her headset, “That was pitchy right?”

Cooper grabbed Michael’s mic and spoke, “That was amazing! I’ve never heard that one before! When did you write that?” Y/N walked out of the recording booth, enveloping Cooper in a hug, “Uh, a few days ago, I think. Everything kind of blends together these days,” she glanced up at Nicholas through her eyelashes, “Uh, hello again Nicholas, surprised to see you here.” Nicholas smiled at the female, “Yeah, sorry to barge in like this, Cooper told me you knew and I just believed him, I’m sorry if it makes you uncomfortable.” Y/N glanced up at him, the fact that he was concerned and apologized slightly melting her heart. She smiled at the male, the first genuine smile in a long time, “No, no it’s totally fine! Have a seat, you guys are welcome as long as you want to stay.”

One knowing glance from Jessica later and the younger female mouthing, “shut up” Y/N was back in the recording booth, “I was thinking we go into Juno? And then we can break for lunch?” Michael nodded, starting the backing music, “Do your magic.” Y/N nodded, beginning to sing the song. Nicholas looking on with amazement. Yeah, he was in deep now and he had only just met her.

[literary-motif]

Isaac says sth hurtful/insensitive to Pickle about their past and realizes he could've been more careful with their feelings.

Cold

Isaac Rhoades x Reader

“When did you get a new pet?” Vic asked. 

Isaac huffed, rolling his eyes and taking a sip from his whiskey. “That’s none of your business. Let’s return to the case, shall we?”

“You know,” Vic said, leaning back in his chair and looking around the room, “I’ve never seen the place so shiny before. They’re doing pretty well.”

“Vic, we are not here to discuss my housekeeper.”

He smiled, retrieving a folder of documents from his coat and placing it on the table. “It makes a nice addition to our talk though,” he said, sliding it out of Isaac’s reach as he tried to grab it. “Now tell me, did you look into them properly?”

Isaac got up, a quiet anger burning in his eyes as he looked at him. “I don’t have time for this,” he said coldly, “either you talk to me about things that actually matter here or you are welcome to stop wasting my time.”

“I don’t want you to get murdered in your own home, Isaac,” Vic said, equally cold as he held his gaze. “Enough people died here, wouldn’t you agree?”

You could feel the tension in the dining room all the way to the kitchen. 

The door was open, giving you an unobstructed view of it through the reflection of the window in front of you. Their voices were slightly muffled, but you could hear every word exchanged between them as you continued chopping vegetables for dinner. 

“Listen to me, Vic,” Isaac spat, the reminder of his family fueling his anger until he slammed his hands down on the table, glaring at Vic as he towered over him, “I can take care of things myself. They are nothing but a housekeeper, a very mild security risk at most and if you think they are part of some ploy to get to me then you should have seen them pathetically pleading for their life in that dirty alley I scraped them up from!”

“Struck a nerve there, did I?” Vic said with a smirk, passing the folder to Isaac. He got up, buttoning his suit jacket and giving Isaac another warning look. “I trust your judgment. Make sure your plaything stays on the floor.”

“With their background of licking other people’s boots, I think my pet’s quite comfortable on their knees,” Isaac said, taking the folder and leading Vic to the door to see him off.

Neither of them noticed the methodical thumping from the kitchen ceasing. You stood frozen, tears blurring your vision as you put the knife down and gripped the counter. 

Was that what he thought of you? 

You thought there was mutual respect between you. Isaac seemed so kind and understanding of your situation, making you feel appreciated and secure after years of being taken advantage of. He had helped you after you had been left to fend for yourself for the majority of your life, taking care of you and offering you a way out of your dreadful circumstances. 

Was that only a pretense? Did he just collect the most pathetic person he came across so he could help them, make them feel indebted, make them feel loved to secure their loyalty when in reality, they were only a replaceable pawn in his game, ready to be discarded the moment they ceased to be useful? 

“Pickle, I hope you got a headstart on dinner. I’m starving—” Isaac said, halting in the doorway as he saw your hunched posture and shaking shoulders. “Are you hurt? What happened?” he rushed to your side, turning you to face him and checking your hands. 

There was no blood. You seemed unharmed, and he heaved a small sigh of relief. 

You snatched your hands out of his grip, stepping back as you wiped the tears from your face. Isaac looked up, his heart seizing painfully in his chest when he looked into your bloodshot eyes. 

Your expression was anguished. You looked hurt. He opened his mouth, but the words got stuck in his throat as he saw you crying in front of him. 

“I— I need to talk like that in front of him,” he said, hearing his heart thundering in his chest. 

He had not meant what he said, but it was exactly what Vic needed to hear to stop breathing down his neck. He needed to keep up the uncaring and detached facade he put up. It was imperative in his line of work. 

“Pickle, I never meant—”

“I am not well,” you croaked, cutting him off. You needed to get away from him, curl up on your bed, and piece back your shattered heart because the only person you had allowed yourself to trust in years had betrayed you as well. “You said I get sick leave. I am not well, so I can’t finish dinner. There are leftovers in the fridge. Leave the kitchen as it is. I will clean up tomorrow morning.”

“Pickle,” Isaac said, taking hold of your wrist and stopping you from leaving. “You have to understand I didn’t mean any of it. I—”

You tugged your arm free, not turning to face him as another wave of tears crashed over you. “Goodnight, sir,” you gasped, quickly walking to the door but halting before leaving the room.

A small sliver of hope lit up Isaac’s eyes as he waited, quickly extinguished again at the words you uttered.

You took a shaking breath, wiping the tears from your face again. You turned to face him. “I don’t require coddling. If you think I’m your pet and you want to play master, say it and stop making a fool out of me!”

Isaac watched you leave, his chest tightening with regret with every choked sob he could hear coming from your bedroom. He cursed himself for being so careless, taking your past and spinning it into something to appease his colleagues. 

With time, he hoped you could forgive him. With time, perhaps he could earn back your trust. 

[featherandferns]

angst for prompt 5!

5. Ah, yes, betrayal. I'm familiar with that.

I'm not sure if this is angst angst, but I did my best. Also, sorry - I lost the original ask (which was from ages ago whoops).

wasps - prompt 5

Through the sound of your reruns of Greys’ Anatomy, you hear someone hollering your name. Frowning, you sit upright and look out the window. There you see JJ, dressed in a brown jacket over a grey t-shirt. He keeps shouting your name, having left a seriously nice pick-up truck, and is jogging up to your door. As the shock subsides, your irritation ticks. 

“You’re fucking kidding me,” you mutter, getting to your feet.

You click off the television as you go. Walking to your front door, you come face to face with JJ through the screen. He looks wound up as usual, panic in full effect, and you can’t help but wonder what stupid antic he’s got himself into this time. You were all too used to fixing JJ’s messes for him until you couldn’t take it anymore. Old habits die screaming, it seems. JJ certainly lives up to that as he shouts through your shutter door. 

“I know you’re mad at me!”

Understatement of the century. You flash a sarcastic grin before throwing him the bird, and then you slam the front door shut in his face. He protests loudly. You just walk away.

“Please, please! We need help!” a girl loudly begs. 

That has you taking pause. You look back to the door. Her explanation is hurried and muddled and you can’t make it out. Shaking your head, you stick to your guns. You’d made a promise to yourself that you were done dealing with JJ’s crap after he stabbed you in the back. If you can’t keep a promise to yourself, then you really were at a loss. 

But then there’s frantic tapping on your window and you can’t help but glance over. It’s JJ, once again, and it’s rude how good he looks through the dirty glass. In the background, you see some of the Pogues walking towards the door. They’re holding someone up. Is that Pope? 

“He can’t breathe!” JJ tells you loudly. 

You meet his gaze and swallow. He stops his shouting and wailing and pauses. You can’t bring yourself to look away. 

“Please,” he says. voice thick with sincerity. 

Your heart shivers. 

God fucking damnit. 

Striding over to your front door, you swing it open. The commotion outside makes it easy to find your annoyance again. 

“Who can’t breathe?” you ask. 

The answer is given to you when you come face to face with Pope. His face is swelled to shit, eyes half closed, groaning in pain. He looks barely conscious. All the others are begging for your help, holding Pope upright. Running a hand over your face and through your hair, you let out an aggravated groan before opening the door.

They make themselves at home. Crash through the room and shove things off the dining table to make space to lie Pope down. JJ is chattering with the rest of them. You can’t concentrate with all the madness. 

“Shut up!” you snap. 

They do as they’re told. At least they can follow orders. 

You take in Pope’s state. In the light of your room, up close, you can make out the cause of the swelling. Stings. He’s allergic and going into anaphylactic shock. The wheezing suggests his throat is closing up. Your nursing school training kicks into gear. You look to JJ. 

“Get my kit from my bedroom.”

“Got it,” he says, running off. He knew his way around your house just as good as he knew his way around you. 

Whilst JJ retrieves your kit, you loosen the clothing around Pope’s neck.  “What’s wrong with him?”

“Wasps,” Sarah replies. 

“Wasps?”

“Yes.”

“Alright, raise his legs,” you tell John B. He does as he’s asked. Pope’s breathing becomes laboured. Tapping your foot, you look to the hallway that leads to your bedroom. 

“JJ! Hurry it up!”

“I got it! I got it!” 

He comes coursing through your house, kit in hand. You take it off him, fling it open, and get to work saving Pope. You treat him for the shock and apply medical cream to the inflamed stings. You relay instructions to Sarah, who seems the most reliable of the bunch, about how to care for them as Pope starts to come around. Then, he’s running around in the garden like a mad-man. You explain the response to John B plain and simple: he’s gonna have a rocket up his ass for the next hour or so. 

As the group thanks you and departs outside to try and wrangle Pope, JJ helps you tidy up the mess they made. You’re reluctant to say the least. 

“Thanks for helping him.”

“It’s my job,” you mutter. “I took a hippocratic oath.”

“A hippo-what?”

“Forget it,” you grunt, shoving things back into your medical kit.

“Look, I went to my cousin Ricky first but he wouldn’t help. I wouldn’t have come here otherwise.”

“Why wouldn’t he help?” you can’t help but ask. 

JJ cringes. “I kinda betrayed him.”

“Ah, yes, betrayal. I’m familiar with that,” you mutter, looking back down to the clutter. You can feel JJ watching you and somehow know he’s stewing up something to say.

“Look, I meant to call,” JJ starts. You laugh, shaking your head. “I did! I swear to God!”

“You were going to call me? What - to ask for my help with something else?”

“Don’t be like that,” he sighs. 

You mirror it, pausing your clean-up to meet his eyes. Shrugging, you say, “what else am I meant to be like? You used me for whatever you needed, JJ. A helping hand. A cover-up. A blowjob.”

JJ breaks from your gaze with that last one. At least he doesn’t seem particularly proud of it. 

You roll your eyes. Distracting yourself with tidying, you say, “you knew how I felt about you. Didn’t seem to make a difference, though, did it?”

“I didn’t know it was that deep,” JJ says. You don’t buy it. He must sense this, as he adds, “There’s a reason I slept with Stacey, you know?”

Snorting, you look up at him. “What? To get your dick wet?”

“Jesus, no,” JJ groans, rubbing at his forehead. “Who do you think she looks like?”

Nothing tasteful comes to mind and so you follow the age-old trick: if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. JJ answers for you. 

“She’s like a busted version of you. After a few beers I can almost pretend it is you.”

“Instead of just sleeping with me?”

“I was scared to.”

You blink at him. “You were scared to?”

“Yeah, alright,” JJ grits. “I was catching feelings for you and that scared the crap outta me so I bolted. Like I always fucking do.”

You swallow thickly. It seems too good to be true. You’ve never been one to trust easily. 

“Just one more chance.”

“For what?” you sigh. God, you can’t believe you’re actually entertaining this. But then JJ smiles, all sweet and kind, and you remember why you fell for him in the first place. Why you’d always come whenever he called. Why you fed his ego for as long as you did. 

“For me to take you out. Properly, this time.”

“You gonna wine and dine me or something, Maybank?”

JJ grins. “Might just. I’m gonna be a millionaire soon, anyway.”

You snort. “Ambitious of you.”

“Yeah, it’s insanely attractive, ain’t it?” is JJ’s recount to your sarcastic quip. He holds your gaze. His smug smirk grows as he sees your resolve cracking. 

“Fine,” you say through gritted teeth. Pointing at him, you sigh, “you get one chance.”

It shouldn’t have come as a shock to you that you broke your own promise. After all, those ones are the hardest to keep.

[maitother]

Beneath The Darkness

Lunch with Choso (Chapter 7)

ᯓ★ Choso invites you to lunch to provide a welcome break from work. At the restaurant, you unexpectedly run into Suguru, who greets you with an air of confidence but shows clear disdain for Choso.

ᯓ★ Trope: Serial killer!Suguru & Journalist!fmc

ᯓ★Genre: Smut, dark romance, thriller, may contain gore

ᯓ★ Previous chapter

⚠️Doesn't contain smut and gore.

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The clock ticked slowly toward noon, and the office buzz felt particularly stifling. You sighed, rubbing your temples as you stared at the mountain of paperwork on your desk. Just as you were about to dive back in, Choso leaned over the partition that separated your desks.

“Hey,” he said, his tone light but filled with concern. “How about we take a break? I know a great little place nearby. You could use some fresh air.”

You hesitated, glancing at your work. “I don’t know, I really should—”

“Come on,” he urged, a warm smile on his face. “You can’t let Ms. Shinoda run you into the ground. It’s just lunch. I promise to get you back in time.”

With a reluctant smile, you finally relented. “Alright, lunch it is.”

..

The restaurant was cozy, with soft music playing in the background. You took a deep breath, letting the warm scent of food wash over you. Choso led you to a small table by the window, where sunlight streamed in, momentarily lifting your spirits.

As you settled in, your conversation flowed easily, Choso’s easygoing nature providing a welcome distraction. He cracked jokes, making you laugh despite the lingering stress from work.

Just as you were enjoying a moment of levity, the door swung open, and in walked Suguru, his presence commanding the room. He spotted you almost immediately, his eyes narrowing slightly before a smirk appeared on his lips.

“Fancy seeing you here,” Suguru said, approaching your table with an air of confidence that made your heart skip a beat.

You felt a sudden rush of warmth and anxiety as he leaned against the table. “And who’s your friend?” He directed his gaze at Choso, an edge of challenge in his tone.

“This is Choso,” you introduced, trying to keep the atmosphere light. “He’s my coworker.”

Choso stood up, extending his hand. “Nice to meet you.” His voice was friendly, but there was an underlying tension in the air.

Suguru took Choso’s hand, his grip firm but his smile barely masking his discontent. “Yeah, nice to meet you too.” The way he said it left a sour taste in the air, as if Suguru was sizing him up.

Choso’s smile faltered slightly, but he recovered quickly. “So, what brings you here?” he asked, attempting to diffuse the awkwardness.

“Just grabbing a bite. You know how it is,” Suguru replied, his gaze flicking back to you, the tension easing slightly as he softened his demeanor. “I hope I’m not interrupting your lunch.”

You shook your head, feeling caught in a strange triangle. “Not at all. Just enjoying some time away from work.”

“Good,” Suguru said, flashing a charming smile that made your heart race. But his eyes remained sharp, studying Choso with a hint of disdain. “Just be careful. You never know who you’re dealing with.”

Choso seemed taken aback, but he kept his composure. “Right. I’ll keep that in mind.”

The atmosphere felt charged, as if something unspoken hung between the three of you. You tried to lighten the mood. “So, Suguru, what did you order?”

He shrugged, still keeping his gaze fixed on you. “Just the usual. Nothing special.”

You could feel Choso’s unease, and it made you uncomfortable. “Well, it’s good to see you,” you said, trying to keep the peace. “We should catch up sometime.”

Suguru’s eyes flickered with interest, but the tension with Choso was palpable. “Yeah, we should. Maybe I’ll swing by the café later. I’d like to hear more about your work,” he replied, his tone casual, yet you sensed an underlying challenge in his words.

As Suguru finally stepped back, giving you a lingering look, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this encounter had shifted something within you, something both thrilling and unnerving. Choso cleared his throat, breaking the moment.

“Uh, well, nice meeting you, Suguru. Enjoy your lunch,” he said, his voice slightly strained.

Suguru smirked again. “You too, Choso. Keep an eye on her.”

As Suguru walked away, you exchanged a glance with Choso, who was now frowning slightly, the friendly atmosphere turning tense once more.

“Is it just me, or did he seem a little… possessive?” Choso asked, his brow furrowed.

You shrugged, uncertain. “Maybe. He’s just… intense.”

Choso nodded, but the concern was evident in his eyes. “Just be careful, okay? I know he’s a friend of yours, but he seems a bit… unpredictable.”

You offered a small smile, but inside, you felt a swirl of emotions—attraction, confusion, and a hint of fear.

..

As you settled back into your desk at the office, the hum of the workspace faded into a blur. Your mind kept drifting to Suguru’s sharp remarks and the way he had eyed Choso. The tension between them had felt palpable, and you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that Suguru’s disdain was more than just casual rivalry.

Shaking your head, you tried to refocus on your tasks. "It’s just lunch," you muttered to yourself, trying to shrug off the unease. Yet, the image of Suguru's smirk lingered, tugging at your thoughts

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Suguru walked down the bustling street, hands stuffed in his pockets. The city buzzed around him, but his mind was far from the noise. Images of the restaurant replayed in his head—how effortlessly you and Choso had laughed together, how your eyes sparkled with amusement at his jokes.

A tight knot of jealousy formed in his chest. He couldn’t believe he felt this way. Why did it bother him so much? He didn’t want to care about who you spent time with, yet the thought of you and Choso together made his blood boil.

He stopped for a moment, staring into the distance, grappling with feelings that were foreign to him. “What the hell is wrong with me?” he muttered, frustration seeping into his voice. He couldn’t shake the need to keep you close, even if it meant confronting the darker side of himself.

With renewed determination, he resolved to find a way to make you his, no matter the cost.

..

Suguru leaned against a graffiti-covered wall, pulling out his phone. His heart raced as he typed a quick message to Satoru, the tension of his emotions compelling him to act.

"Need to speed things up with the girl. Let’s discuss the plan."

He hit send, feeling a mix of urgency and dread. A moment later, his phone buzzed.

Satoru’s reply came almost instantly:

"Oh? What’s gotten into you? You’ve been so smitten lately!"

Suguru scowled, his irritation rising.

"This isn’t a joke, Satoru. Just get ready."

Satoru’s teasing tone was relentless.

"Come on, Suguru! You can’t be serious about wanting to kill her so soon. Is it really that bad?"

Suguru clenched his jaw, fighting back the urge to reveal the turmoil roiling inside him.

"It’s not about that. It’s just… easier this way."

"Easier?" Satoru shot back.

"Or are you just afraid she might actually like that Choso guy?"

Suguru’s grip on the phone tightened. This guy have been stalking too.

"Focus on the plan. We’ll talk later."

"Alright, alright. Just remember, you can’t fall in love with your prey!" Satoru texted back, making Suguru fills with a mix of annoyance and an unsettling desire to prove himself.

Suguru scoffed, but a flicker of doubt crept in as he pocketed his phone. He couldn’t afford to let his feelings complicate things. Time was running out, and he needed to act before the attraction became a liability.

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Back at the apartment, you flopped onto your bed, exhaustion washing over you. The noise of the day faded as Shoko entered, a knowing smile on her face.

“You look like you need a break,” she said, plopping down next to you. “How about a facial spa? I have all the stuff right here.”

You sighed but couldn’t help but smile at her enthusiasm. “I guess I could use some pampering.”

As Shoko prepared the spa supplies, she guided you to lie back on the bed. “Just relax. This will be good for you.” She gently placed cucumber slices over your eyes, her hands deftly applying a hydrating mask to your face.

“Talk to me,” she said, settling beside you. “What’s on your mind?”

You hesitated, then recounted the strange tension between Suguru and Choso, how it made you feel uneasy yet oddly excited. Shoko listened intently, nodding as you spoke.

“Okay, but you need to show the world you’re still alive, especially after that wild night out!” she insisted, pulling out her phone. “Let’s post something on your Instagram.”

“Do we have to?” you groaned.

“Yes! I’ll help. How about this one?” She scrolled through her gallery, stopping at a candid shot of you dancing at the club, your laughter frozen in time. “This is the hottest one.”

You rolled your eyes but felt a flutter of embarrassment at the thought of sharing it. “Fine, but can we at least pick a nice song?”

Shoko grinned, quickly searching for the perfect R&B track. “How about this one?” She played a smooth, sensual melody that perfectly complemented the vibe of the photo.

With a resigned sigh, you nodded. “Okay, let’s do it.”

Shoko expertly captioned the post, adding playful emojis and tags. As she hit “share,” you felt a mix of anxiety and anticipation. Maybe it was time to embrace the fun side of life again, even if it was just for a moment.

After the post was live, Shoko’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “You know what would really shake things up? An old photo from your wild days. Remember that beach trip?”

You raised an eyebrow, unsure where she was going with this. “The one where I wore that ridiculous bikini? You’re joking, right?”

“Not at all!” Shoko said, pulling out her phone again. “That picture is iconic! You looked amazing, and it’s time to remind everyone of the fun you used to have. Who knows? Maybe Suguru or Satoru will see it—or other potential guys!”

You hesitated, your cheeks heating at the thought. “I don’t know if I want them to see that side of me.”

“Oh, come on! It’s just a picture. You were living your best life! Plus, it’ll show you’re still fun, not just a workaholic,” she urged, a playful grin on her face.

“Fine, but if I regret this later…” you trailed off, knowing Shoko wouldn’t let you live it down.

“Trust me, you’ll thank me! Just send me the pic.”

Reluctantly, you scrolled through your old photos until you found it—the one where you were laughing, sand in your hair, wearing a bright bikini. It captured the essence of carefree summer days, and you felt a mix of nostalgia and embarrassment.

With a resigned sigh, you sent the photo to Shoko, who immediately started editing it with filters and playful stickers. “This is going to blow up! Just wait,” she said, her excitement infectious.

As Shoko finished editing the beach photo, an idea struck her. “Wait! What about that video from our karaoke night? You were so carefree and dancing like no one was watching!”

You groaned, the memory flooding back. “Oh no, not that one! I was completely out of it.”

“Yes! Exactly! It’s perfect!” Shoko was already scrolling through her gallery, searching for the clip. “This will show everyone just how much fun you can have, especially Suguru and Satoru.”

You bit your lip, torn between embarrassment and the thrill of reliving the moment. “But I was so embarrassing…”

“Exactly! That’s what makes it real! Besides, who wouldn’t want to see you living it up?” She found the video and played it, showing you swaying wildly, drink in hand, clearly having the time of your life.

“Ugh, fine!” you relented, laughing despite your reservations. “But you better not let anyone use this against me.”

Shoko grinned, already pulling up the editing tools. “This is going to be a hit! Just imagine the comments when they see you having a blast!”

As she hit “share,” you felt a mix of dread and exhilaration. Maybe embracing the past was just what you needed to shake things up and show people that there was more to you than just work.

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A Suprise Revelation (Chapter 8)

Suguru stepped out of the hot shower, droplets of water cascading down his sculpted chest and abs, glistening under the bathroom light. He ran a hand through his damp hair, feeling the heat of the steam surrounding him. It was a welcome escape from the chaos of his mind, but as he grabbed his phone, reality came rushing back.

Satoru’s message popped up

"Dude, you have to check this out! Your girl just posted some wild stuff on Instagram."

Curiosity piqued, Suguru swiped open the app, his heart racing with anticipation. As he scrolled through her profile, he stumbled upon the recent posts, and his breath caught in his throat.

The beach photo first—there you were, laughing under the sun, your bikini accentuating your curves. But it was the video that sent a rush of desire through him. You were dancing, carefree and sexy, clearly enjoying yourself during that karaoke night. Each sway of your hips ignited something deep within him.

Suguru’s chest tightened, a mix of shock and longing flooding his senses. He couldn’t believe this was the same girl he had been obsessing over. The fun, wild side of you was intoxicating, and he found himself captivated.

Satoru’s next text popped up, pulling him from his thoughts.

"Looks like someone’s a party girl! You sure you can handle her?"

Suguru smirked, shaking his head at his friend’s antics.

"Shut up. I’m not trying to fall for her, you know that."

Satoru replied almost instantly.

"Oh, come on! You can’t resist those moves. Just imagine what else she could do if you were alone together!"

Suguru felt a heat rise to his cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and desire. “Damn it, Satoru,” he muttered, knowing all too well the temptation your posts stirred in him.

" This isn’t helping."

But deep down, he realized he couldn’t shake the pull you had on him. The more he saw, the more he wanted to know you, to unravel the layers behind that carefree exterior.

Suguru leaned against the bathroom counter, still processing the flood of emotions from your posts. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. As much as he craved to act, he knew he needed to slow down the process. Rushing in would only complicate things, especially with his feelings starting to spiral out of control.

He quickly typed back to Satoru.

"Maybe I should slow down. This is getting too complicated."

Satoru’s response was instantaneous, dripping with mischief.

"Slow down? What’s wrong? Are you falling for her?"

Suguru rolled his eyes, a slight smile tugging at his lips despite the annoyance.

"Not falling for anyone. Just being smart about it."

"Smart?"

Satoru shot back, clearly enjoying the banter.

"You mean like when you stalk her Instagram? Sounds like a real strategy, my man!"

Suguru’s cheeks burned, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

"You’re ridiculous. Just drop it, okay?"

But Satoru was relentless.

"I’ll drop it when you finally admit you’re totally into her! Until then, I’ll just keep teasing you about it."

Suguru sighed, shaking his head, feeling both exasperated and entertained. Maybe it was time to embrace the challenge ahead, but at his own pace. He glanced back at your photos, the mixture of desire and uncertainty swirling within him. “Guess I’ll just have to play it cool for now,” he muttered to himself, a sly grin creeping across his face.

Suguru couldn’t shake off the playful energy Satoru was bringing into the conversation. Just as he was about to set his phone down, Satoru’s next message popped up, making him chuckle despite himself.

"So, are you going to do some naughty, naughty things while looking at her pics?"

A mix of laughter and irritation bubbles up inside Suguru. The image of you dancing provocatively lingered in his mind, and the thought sent a wave of heat rushing through him. He couldn’t deny that the idea had crossed his mind.

"Just because you’re an idiot doesn’t mean I have to be."

Suguru typed back, trying to maintain his cool demeanor.

"I’m keeping it professional."

Satoru replied instantly.

"Professional? In what world? You’re practically drooling over her pics!"

Suguru felt a smirk tug at the corners of his mouth.

"Okay, maybe I am a little interested, but that doesn’t mean I’m jumping into anything."

"Right, right," Satoru teased.

"Just don’t take too long, or she might end up with someone else."

Suguru rolled his eyes, but the playful jab only fueled his determination. He would keep his feelings in check, but there was no denying that you had captivated his thoughts.

“I’ll figure it out,” he finally replied.

With that, he put his phone down, trying to shake off the mix of emotions swirling inside him. Slowing down might be the right choice, but that didn’t mean he’d stop thinking about you—especially now that he knew just how captivating you could be.

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[luckybunny555]

Secret admirer

You receive a strange gift and find out the identity of your secret admirer.

Amber Freeman x GN!/Fem!Reader(no pronouns but for sapphics)

Warnings: creepy behavior, stalking, cursing, usual Ghostface behavior, a little bit of trust issues, being "attacked" but not harmed, mentions of murder and violence(no big description tho), a little suggestive in the end(as a treat ;) )

a/n: Part 2. No bad ending, again. I mentioned a song at some point and if you don't listen to it while reading ur not getting the whole experience, disappointing. also, this one's a bit scarier than part one(at least in my opinion). I'm sorry if ur not actually a scared little bitch like I am, but I made the readed very scared because yes. I didn't proof-read the end bc I used every single brain cell I have to finish this today. I might read it later but no promises.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Because you were texting Amber, you didn't worry about walking home alone. The sun was setting, but you were reaching the front door already.

Amber

I can't believe you fell for that

You

Wha-

Mindy had a straight face when

she said that

I thought she just remembered

the movie better than me

Amber

I literally made you watch it a

hundread times

how could you not remember

also, lmk when you get home

You

what did u expect

I also closed my eyes a hundread

times bc I got scared

I'm already unlocking the door

Amber

ok good

told u you'd be safe with me

;)

You felt a warm feeling in your chest, stupidly staring at her message. The smile on your face was an evident sign of how whipped you were for her. Stepping into your home, you lock the door again, not taking your eyes off your phone.

Amber

I'm throwing a party saturday

My parents will be out, they

got a wedding or smth

ur coming, right?

Your smile grew. "Mom?" you shouted, your voice echoing through the empty house. You finally looked away from your phone, scanning the space around you. The house seemed empty, which was unusual. By that time, your mom should be home. All you could hear was faint music, which your mom probably forgot to turn off before she left the house. You walked towards the kitchen, answering Amber's text.

You

ofc, I never miss ur parties

Amber

Liar

You've missed 3 of my parties

You

ok true, but it wasn't on purpose

I don't have plans this saturday

You find a note on the fridge, "Meeting w/ client @ 5pm". Right. That's where your mom was. You place your phone on the counter, opening the fridge and looking for something to eat. Your phone vibrates again, another notification from Amber

Amber

brb, I'm gonna shower

You read the text from afar, still standing in front of the refrigerator. Grabbing a few ingredients, you place them on the counter, turning off your phone screen. More attuned to your surroundings, you recognize the song playing in the background. "We Belong Together" by Ritchie Valens. You didn't remember where you heard it, though. It was just familiar. And nice to listen to while you cook.

Focused on preparing your food, you're startled by the doorbell. You look at the door with your heart already racing. It was a mundane situation, but does anything feel normal when there's a masked killer around?

Slowly, you approach the door. But instead of opening, you look through the window beside it. No one was there. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, but you try to brush it off. "These fucking kids," you mutter to yourself, walking back to the kitchen.

You

I'm so stupid lol

Some dumb kid just ding-dong

ditched me and I got so scared

Not so long after, you hear the doorbell ring again. You try to convince yourself it's just a stupid prank. A terrible one to play when Ghostface is a threat, but kids are like that, right? This time, you quickly approach the door, determined to catch the person, opening it even though your hands are shaking.

Still, no one is there. But you find something. There's a box on the floor, with a pink bow on top and a note. "Sorry for scaring you :(". You hesitate, but take the box and lock the door again. You put it on the counter, unsure whether or not you should open it. Could it be from that admirer? Or was it from someone else? Before opening it, you decide to get a second opinion.

You

they left a box at my door

there's a note, "sorry for scaring

you"

should I open it?

I think it's from that stalker, but

idk

You wait a few seconds, but she doesn't read your texts. Maybe you should wait longer, but you're curious. It could be great, it could be horrible. Either way, you wanted to know. Maybe your mind was just being dramatic and this was actually a genuine apology gift. You shake the box, trying to make out what it could be, but it doesn't make a lot of noise. Must be something soft and light.

With your hands slightly trembling, you open it. It takes you a split second to understand it, but once you recognize it, you bring your hand to cover your mouth, your breath catching in your throat. Your favorite stuffed animal, one from your collection, with its head cut off. Beside it, another note. "Why didn't you write me back? >:("

Your head was filled with questions, "did they break into my house?", "how did they get it?", "are they still around?". Your phone rings, snapping you out of your momentary trance. It's Amber's number. She probably read your texts and her protective instinct kicked in. Your right hand was still covering your mouth as you reached for your phone. "Amber?"

"Hello, [name]," you don't recognize the voice. It wasn't Amber's, it was a male voice. And then it hits you: Amber's phone was cloned. By Ghostface. At that realization, you gasp, feeling your heart pounding as if it's trying to escape your chest. "Did you like my gift? And my sweet letters?"

You're too shocked to answer. Frozen in place, your only movements are involuntary. The trembling of your hands, the rise and fall of your chest, the accelerated breathing and heartbeats. An uncontrollable fear takes over you. Your eyes are glued to the torn out toy in front of you.

"Will you forgive me for loving you so much that I'm willing to protect you from everything… and everyone?" They speak again, and you slowly remove your hand from your face, supporting your weight against the counter, feeling weak in the knees.

An ounce of rationality is still left in you, despite the terrifying situation you find yourself in. "Where are you?" You ask with your voice shaking, a satisfying sound for Ghostface.

"Don't worry, I'm not inside... yet," the implied threat makes you shut your eyes instinctively, wishing that everything would disappear. But it isn't the brightest idea, so you open them again and look around, trying to stay alert. "Let's play a game, I'll give you three chances to guess who I am. You have to play by the rules. No calling for help, and don't close your curtains. I need to see if you're playing fair."

The last sentence sends a shiver down your spine. They could see you. Your gaze shifts to the window, terrified to see what you'd find. But hopefully, or not, you only saw the sky turning dark. "No..." Your voice shakes again, and you try to hold back your tears of desperation, "I know better than to play games with you."

"Oh, you don't want to play?" They sound displeased, which fills you with dread. "Let's skip forward then, I'll show you who I am," they say impatiently, "Open the front door."

By that time, the tears were falling to your cheeks. Your pants and gasps were audible through the phone, and it felt like your heartbeats were too. You couldn't move, and you obviously didn't want to let them in, but maybe the choice was merely an illusion. Your cries become more evident through the phone.

"Open the damn door, [name], or I'll get in myself and I won't be as nice as I would be," the caller threatened, and you are completely taken over by fear, filling every fiber of your body.

"Please, don't hurt me," you sob, begging for mercy as you turn around, facing the door a few steps ahead of you. You slowly walk towards it, continuing to plead.

"That's not my plan, sweetheart," Ghostface replies on the phone, "as long as you do what I say."

Your hands never trembled as much as they did once they touched the doorhandle. With a deep, shaky exhale, you open the door, facing the terrifying tall frame, covered in black and hidden behind the Ghostface mask. You let out a whimper as more tears fell to your cheeks. You gasp once your eyes meet the shiny blade in their hand.

In a startling, quick move, you were trapped against the wall, with the knife pressed to your neck, and you drop your phone on the floor. Instinctively, you scream, but the gloved hand covers your mouth before you can make a sound loud enough to be heard. They close the door with their feet, the loud noise making you jump in place. You shut your eyes, not wanting to face them.

The two of you were silent for a moment, the faint music filling the eerie atmosphere along with your sobs and loud breaths, followed by Ghostface's amused chuckle. They slowly removed the hand from your mouth, allowing you to breathe more easily, and you open your eyes, scanning the view in front of you. You didn't make a sound, and you tried your best to steady your breaths as much as you could before you had a heart attack.

"I told you I wouldn't hurt you if you behaved," they break the silence, and amidst the turmoil in your mind, you question their intentions and reasons. What made you different to them? Why hadn't they attacked you immediately, like they did with Tara and Vince?

Well, for one, all their love letters and gifts. Somehow, you had Ghostface in love with you, and you just realized that. Two people in one. And now, you could figure out who they actually were.

"Curious?" They ask, noticing the expression on your face, how you bit your lip, making it seem like the wheels in your mind were turning. "Go on, turn it off," the command, tapping on the voice modifier from the mask with their free hand. Your sobs had momentarily ceased, but your hands were still shaking when you hesitantly reached to press the button. You hear a low chuckle behind the mask, "recognize me now?"

It took you a moment to believe it. To make sense of it. Your eyes widened, and the look on your face was clearly of shock. Subconsciously, your lips part slightly in disbelief. How could it be her? "Amber?" you whisper, your voice faltering with hesitancy. You earn a mischevous giggle from the girl in front of you.

Her free hand reaches up, taking off her mask and throwing it on the floor, once again making you jump at the noise. There's a wicked smile imprinted on her face, staining her image in your mind. Noticing your furrowed brows, her expression changes slightly to one of pity, or remorse.

She pouts, her gaze meeting yours with a sympathetic look, "Aw, baby, I'm sorry I had to scare you," her tone changes to a sickingly sweet, an implied mocking of your position and reaction. "I just find it so cute, y'know?"

You weren't expecting that to be her motive. Deep down, it was starting to make you angry at her. But this feeling was buried by the sensation of the cold blade against your neck. And she still had a lot of explaining to do.

"Remember the first time I made you watch Stab?" She asks you, her voice laced with amusement, and a smile growing on her face. "I mean, it' wasn't even such a scary movie, but you were so terrified," she laughs, and even in that terrible moment, you love the sound.

Imperceptibly, she placed a hand on your hip, keeping you in place and maintaining her control. She looks at you with a sweet, satisfied expression. "It was so adorable. I loved how scared you got," she confessed with such a natural, charismatic demeanor, as if she hadn't planned a whole terrifying scene, just for you.

“You were clinging to me and you wanted me to protect you so bad. And I realized, I wanted that too.” With a wide smile, she chuckles mischievously. Her eyes observe you attentively, taking in every detail, every subtle movement. She loved to see your tear-stained cheeks and glossy eyes. It was terrible, and she knew that, but didn't you look impossibly beautiful in that moment? "That night," she continues, her face getting closer to yours as her eyes find your parted lips, "you begged me to let you stay over and to sleep with me. It was fucking cute, seriously," her eyes meet yours again as she lets out a low chuckle. Even though you hated that moment, how scared you were, you still found the genuity in everything she was saying.

"I could barely sleep, because it felt so good to hold you close, and I really felt like I was protecting you, y’know?" Her tone escalates with passion, emphasizing the sincerity in her words. "From what? Nothing. But it was nice.”

It was infuriating to hear everything. To go through all that terror, just because... she liked it? Why would she go so far to scare you?

“But with time you got over it and you didn’t need me anymore. And I still wanted that. I wanted you to need me to protect you," she continues her monologue, a classic after villain reveals. It was really starting to feel like you were in a stupid slasher movie that she likes so much. "I needed some threat, something dangerous to scare you."

You finally find the courage to cut her off, "That's why you did all of this?" Your tone gave away how irritated you were, although still fearful, "Because you wanted me to feel like... I was in a fucking horror movie?" Your voice becomes slightly bolder, in spite of the risk. You couldn't believe her.

She feigns being offended, then exhales with a quiet chuckle. "Sweetheart, the threats were already there," she responds, her grip tightening in response to her growing intensity. "Like that Vince guy. Gosh, he was a weird fucking creep. And you were scared of him, I know that, but he could actually hurt you. And I would never let that happen," she continues to explain her twisted motives. "It couldn’t be anyone else, because I never wanted you to get hurt. I wouldn’t trust anyone else."

At that mention, you recall his murder. You were with your friends at that bar the night he was killed. You were worried about your safety. He was into Liv, and you could very well be his next target. Amber had noticed the way you held her hand in that moment, tightly with worry, but the threat was real, and she wanted to protect you. Which is exactly what she did. What better way to keep you safe than to eliminate the threat? That's how her mind worked.

The slightest hint of understanding was appearing in your expression. A hint that Amber didn't miss, ever so attentive. "Do you get it now?" she asks genuinely, as if everything she did was right. "It had to be me. Because I would never hurt you. Because other people would," her tone is so sweet and caring, you forget she is the one holding the knife to your neck.

Actually, it doesn't matter. She might be holding it, but it means nothing. The girl in front you could've killed you long ago, yet she was confessing everything she did for you, without drawing a single drop of your blood. She might as well be holding the blade against her heart, because the girl is crazy for you, quite literally. If you got hurt, by any means, it would break her. From the moment she fell for you, protecting you was a necessary act to protect herself.

With that understanding, the clarity of your realization, your anger gradually faded. Her elaborate, sick and twisted web had the purpose of protecting you. She was poisoned with love. Could you blame her for her whole performance? (You totally could)

But you didn't. For the same reason you answered your stalker's letters, and opened the gift box. For the same reason you let Amber convince you to watch Stab a thousand times, despite hating horror movies. Yes, you have terrible taste for lovers. But you love the thrill. With her, you'd have security, protection, a little bit of action and lots of excitement. It was a twisted game, but you knew in the end it was safe to play. Because she was completely, head over heels in love with you.

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[stone-stars]

murph was so fucked up for this. reveal of all time.

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[The sounds of a storm in the background.] Beverly (Caldwell): What have you learned? Murph: He sits back down at his desk. Um, and you see he pulls out an old tome, and he begins flipping through it. And he goes-- Erdan (Murph): Okay, so. Apparently, there are multiple components to the Wraith's plague. It's not just a disease. It's something-- it's something more subtle than that. When you and I talked about it you described seeing the Wraith bounce from corpse to corpse when you first fought it. Beverly: Corpse stride, yes. Erdan: Right. [Emily laughs.] Well, what if the creature didn't have to be dead for the Wraith to be able to possess it? What if it merely had to be�� asleep, or incapacitated? Beverly: So you're saying that… anyone that's infected could be possessed by the Wraith? Erdan: I-- I think that's possible. And if that were the case, then someone like you could hand an infected sword to someone like me. I'd be incapacitated by the initial disease, and you could cure me of it. But then, theoretically, the Wraith could still have possessed me while I was out. Not controlling me at first, but lying dormant in my body until an opportune moment-- [Emily: Mmmm.] -- Like when you and your friends left Gladeholm. Do you hear what I'm saying, Beverly? [The Purge begins playing.] Murph: You see Erdan's face begins to sprout bubbling cysts. [Emily gasps] That pop thick, dark green goo. Erdan: Someone like me would have access to the All-Caster. Someone like me would be able to cast a powerful Dominate Person spell on it, and turn the whole city against you. I know you felt guilty about endangering your friends, Beverly, but don't worry. It is they who are endangering you. Caldwell: My sword is already at his throat. Murph: You see three arrows fly through the window from an unseen attacker. [Emily gasps.] Jake: What?! Murph: You see Cran and Derlin-- Caldwell: No! Murph: --wielding rapiers with glazed eyes burst from a closed wardrobe [Emily gasps] and stab into you. We cut to Moonshine. Jake: (quietly) Fuck. Fuck! Murph: Um-- Beverly: (gasps, then yells) Fuck, guys! What the hell, I didn't do anything!

Emily: Okay, well, I gotta be hon-- I gotta be truthful to how I feel. Moonshine (Emily): Pee Paw, I-- I've been wanting to tell you, when you taught me Counterspell? I… I acted like it was really annoying and I didn't wanna learn it, and I just keep regretting that I didn't live in that moment a little more. Murph: Uh, you see he puts his hand on your shoulder, and he goes-- Lucanus (Murph): My daughter, I'm glad that you're embracing this side of yourself. Moonshine: Thank you. Lucanus: You know, your mother and I have been talking about you a lot. Murph: Um, and you see he opens the doors to his quarters, um, and you see Mee Maw is in the center of the room. Moonshine: Mee Maw, this is also so wonderful because I've been wanting to talk to you, because, I've… been getting stronger, and I think I-- you know the druid change, where you suddenly live super long? Mee Maw (Murph): Oh. Moonshine: And I just-- it just feels really complicated. It's just really nice to have my mom and dad around right now. Mee Maw: Well it's so nice to have you around, Moonshine. Moonshine: Yeah. Mee Maw: Tell me, do you know the Shapechange spell yet? Murph: And you see she sticks out her tongue, and it appears forked. [Hisses] Then, the rest of her body turns into a giant snake. Moonshine: Um, actually I did just learn it, Mee Maw. I-- I could probly change into that too, if I wanted. [Laughs nervously] I didn't know you knew-- Lucanus: That won't be necessary. Freeze, right where you are. Murph: You see Lucanus holds his hand up and shoots a 9th level Cone of Cold at you. [Emily laughs in shock.] Murph: We cut over to-- Caldwell: Augh. Murph: Hardwon. Caldwell: Hey man, it's been a while since I said this, but fuck you! [Murph laughs. So does Jake.] Emily: (yelling) Oh my god! I like, literally was like-- I literally was like, "oh, like, I can't wait to see Lucanus and Mee Maw again," and that shit happened with Beverly, but I was like "well, gotta be truthful to exactly what Moonshine would want to have said to them!” Caldwell: Anyway, I'm excited for this Ol' Cobb reunion!

Murph: Hardwon. You follow Cobb back, he's kinda shooting the shit. Um, he takes you to the house that Cobb was sharing with Red and Gunther and Egwene and stuff. And he takes you into the house, and you see that Jaina and Maw Maw are there waiting for you. Jake: Aw, fuck off. [Caldwell laughs.] Jake: I-- I bend the knee to Maw Maw. [Murph laughs.] Maw Maw (Murph): Welcome home, my champion. Hardwon (Jake): My queen. My sister. And my best friend. What could be better? [Murph and Emily laugh.] Murph: Uh, you see Ol' Cobb walks over, and he pulls out a long case, and he goes-- Cobb (Murph): I got somethin' for you here, brother. Hardwon: For me? Cobb! You shouldn't have, uh-- but shit, I got you-- Jake: I pat my pockets. Hardwon: --I also got you a gift. Uh, you go first. Cobb: Alright. I got you… a belly fulla lead. Murph: You see he opens it up, pulls out a blunderbuss, and blasts you in the stomach Caldwell: Fuck. Murph: As Maw Maw goes for your neck and Jaina swings her hammer. Everybody roll initiative. Jake: Okay. Fuck this. [Caldwell laughs.] Emily: Owh…. [A dice rolls.]

[foxy-eva]

Snow & Mistletoe

Summary: There is nothing more magical than going on a first date with Spencer Reid right before the holidays

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader 

Category: Fluff

Content Warnings: none

Word count: 2.6k

Author’s Note: This is my Criminal Minds gift exchange for @violetspoetic ! I hope you like it!

Masterlist

When I was a child I never truly believed that Christmas was right around the corner until the first snow of the season left powdery evidence on every surface outside. I clearly remember those mornings when I would stare out my window in awe, admiring how this thick white layer turned my hometown into a winter wonderland. The first snow of the season always took me by surprise but I could never stop smiling on those days. 

I somehow felt the same way when Spencer asked me out on a date a few days ago. 

So when that day finally arrived, it was only fitting that I spotted freshly fallen snow as I opened my curtains. I had already come to terms with the fact that I would spend this Christmas on my own when Spencer suddenly appeared one morning to mutter the words I had wished to hear ever since I started working with him. 

The thought of him seeing more in me than just a coworker made me feel like my heart was about to jump out of my chest. For the days that followed after him asking me out I kept catching myself staring at him when he was sitting at his desk. He always looked so perfect with his unruly curls and his crooked tie. 

More than once had his eyes met mine while I looked at him like that and it always evoked the same reaction. His cheeks took on the loveliest rosy shade while he timidly smiled at me. I couldn’t wait for this day to arrive so I was a little surprised that I didn’t feel ready at all when it finally did. 

It took me longer than usual to get ready for our afternoon coffee, changing outfits several times until I found something I felt cute and comfortable in. Even though I arrived at the coffee shop a couple of minutes early, Spencer was already waiting for me at the door. Snow was still falling and had covered his hair and shoulders in white powder. The sight of him smiling and awkwardly waving at me as I approached let my heart skip a beat. 

As he stood there in this picturesque background he looked like he had stepped right out of a painting of an artist long gone. 

When I was close enough for him to hear me, I snickered, “You could have waited inside, you know. You must be freezing.”

“I don’t mind the cold actually,” he let me know. 

“Really? Didn’t you basically grow up in the desert?”

“Pretty much,” he agreed. “But I have been living here for long enough to have gotten used to the cold.” 

He opened the door for me and stepped into the coffee shop behind me. When I rid myself of my coat he took it from my hands to hang it up. It almost seemed like he was trying to conceal his nervousness with chivalry which I found very endearing. 

Before we took our seats at the small corner table, he mumbled, “You look very nice by the way.” 

“So changing my outfit five times was really worth it, huh?” I laughed. 

Spencer raised his eyebrows at my statement. “Why’d you do that?” 

“I wanted to look good,” I mumbled as I lowered my eyes to the table. “For you.” 

It took him a moment to respond, so I found his eyes again. He was softly smiling at me when he finally said, “Just for the record, I have thought that you looked good in every outfit I have seen so far.” 

“Thank you,” I said as I took a look at the purple dress shirt he was wearing. “And just for the record, I think you look very nice too.”

There it was again, this lovely light rose shade spreading across his cheeks. He averted his eyes from me to look at the coffee menu, nervously fidgeting with the paper in his hand. I really wanted him to feel more comfortable around me. 

“Spencer?” 

He looked at me again and responded with a cautious, “Yes?” 

Reaching out my hand over the table, I gently brushed over his fingers. “You don’t have to be nervous.” 

He stared down at my hand making contact with his for a moment before clearing his voice to tell me, “Thank you for saying that. I just know how awkward I can get and I really don’t want to mess this up.” 

I intertwined my fingers with his to gently squeeze his hand. “I really want to be here with you. It’s almost impossible for you to mess this up.” 

“Don’t underestimate my abilities,” he chuckled, making me chime in with my own laughter. 

Conversation flowed easily after that, both of us becoming more comfortable around each other with every minute passing. After finishing our drinks, I noticed that it had stopped snowing and it was getting dark outside. Staring outside the window for a few moments, my thoughts were interrupted by the man sitting in front of me. 

“What are you thinking?” 

“I just thought about a TV show I watched years ago. There is a scene where a woman takes her friends to the part of town with the best Christmas decorations to get in a festive mood. Ever since I saw that, I made it my own personal tradition to find the street with the prettiest Christmas lights every year around the holidays,” I explained. 

“Have you already found it this year?” Spencer asked. 

I nodded. “Yes, but I haven’t seen it covered in snow yet. It always makes it a lot more magical.” 

He got up from his seat and got my coat from the hanger, requesting in a playful tone, “Come on, show me! I really want to see it.”

The snow cracked underneath the soles of my shoes as I led the way to the street I had mentioned. It was a bit of a walk but I didn’t mind that as long as Spencer was by my side. I was certain that no matter how long this walk would last, he would share his warmth with me. 

After a few moments of comfortable silence, I worded my current thoughts. “I can’t believe that it will be Christmas in a few days. It always feels like the world is turning particularly fast towards the end of the year.”

“Yeah I know what you mean. Do you have plans for the holidays?”

Shaking my head, I found his eyes. “Not really. Except for Rossi’s Christmas party, of course. I have heard wonderful stories about your hideous Christmas sweaters.” 

Spencer started laughing, “It’s my own personal Christmas tradition to find the ugliest one to wear to the party.” 

“I bet you’ll still look cute.” 

“You think? I thought about not wearing one this year, though,” he confessed. 

I stopped for a moment to turn to him. “Why not?”

“I wasn’t sure if I’d manage to ask you out before the party and I knew you wouldn’t agree to go out with me after seeing me in one of those sweaters,” he chuckled. 

“You know what!” I chirped as I got ahold of Spencer’s hand. “I will wear an even uglier Christmas sweater to Rossi’s party.” 

“I can’t wait to see that.” 

After walking around for a few more minutes, we finally arrived at the street where I had found the prettiest Christmas lights this year. Now that everything was covered in snow it looked like it came right out of a fairytale book. Locking eyes with Spencer, I noticed how the colorful lights reflected in his eyes and I could have sworn that he had never looked more beautiful than in that moment. 

He hadn’t let go of my hand yet and I felt him gently squeezing it as I let my eyes wander over the magic of the Christmas spirit. A warmth spread through my chest at the realization that he was the first person I had ever told about this and it made me more than happy that he was the one I could share this moment with. 

A few moments of me admiring all the decorations and lights passed before I whispered, “Don’t you also feel enchanted by the beauty of this.” 

Looking at him, I noticed that he was staring at me instead of the decorations. He agreed anyway by cooing, “Yes.” 

“You’re not even looking!” I snickered. 

He grinned at me as he exclaimed, ”Right, the lights! Yes, they look magical.”

Playfully I hit his shoulder when he protested, “I’m sorry, your face is very distracting.”

Spencer being flirty was still something I had to get used to but I sure wouldn’t mind him saying more of those lovely things. 

After looking at the lights some more, he must have noticed me slightly shivering because he offered to walk me home. My apartment was only a couple of blocks from there and I already knew that I wouldn’t be ready to let this date end just yet. When we arrived at my doorstep, we kept lingering outside, neither of us keen on parting ways. 

“Do you maybe want to come inside?” I finally offered and was relieved when Spencer agreed. 

“Yeah I would like that.” 

It was the first time for him to see my place and he took his time walking around the living room to take everything in. 

“You know we’re not supposed to profile each other,” I reminded him. 

He locked eyes with me and confessed, “Sorry, it’s hard to turn it off sometimes.” 

“I know. So, what are you thinking?” 

“That you’re a kind person who deeply cares about her friends and family. You have a sweet kind of humor that sometimes comes out a bit suggestive but you’d never let anyone know if that’s on purpose or not. You love all animals but especially cats. You see beauty everywhere in the world and like to remind your loved ones why life is worth living. It doesn’t take long for you to trust others because when you love someone, you always love them with all your heart.”

His words were overwhelming and I had to try my best to not lose my composure. I knew that he didn’t get all of that by just taking a look at my living room. He must have paid a lot of attention to the kind of person I am in the last three months of us working together. When he noticed my speechlessness, his smile dropped as he displayed an expression of concern.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep,” Spencer breathed as he stepped closer to me. 

“No, you didn’t. This was just very unexpected,” I muttered. “Unexpected but so, so sweet.” 

He dared to close the distance between us to pull me into his arms. I nestled my face against his shirt, breathing in his scent as he held me against his chest. It wasn’t the first time that he had wrapped his arms around me but quick happy-birthday-hugs could not compare to this. Being inside his embrace then felt like a chance for our hearts to touch as they thumped steadily against our chests. 

Gently he let his palms brush over my back and I couldn’t tell if it was meant to soothe me or cater to his curiosity about feeling more of my body. I relished this sensation either way, something about being held by him felt so right. We had passed the appropriate time of a hug between friends a few seconds ago but neither of us wanted to let go of the other. 

When I finally dared to loosen my grip around his waist, he leaned back to look at me and ask, “You okay?” 

When I nodded I noticed his eyes wandering from my face to the ceiling, so I followed his sight until I spotted the mistletoes hanging right above us. 

“Did Penelope make you hang those?” Spencer wondered. 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure she came to all of our houses to hand out mistletoes.”

Spencer smiled as he agreed, “She’s been doing that for years. Did you know that originally the Romans hung mistletoes above doorsteps to protect the household? In the Christian era they were associated with fertility and vitality and that was the time when the kissing tradition came to life. By the 18th century mistletoes became incorporated into Christmas celeb–”

“Spencer,” I interrupted him. 

“Yes?”

I didn’t mind listening to him sharing his knowledge but at that moment there was something more important I wanted him to do. 

“Kiss me.” 

He apparently didn’t need any more encouragement than that. With one hand cupping my cheek and the other one grabbing my waist, he pulled me closer until our lips almost met. Before he closed the remaining gap, he whispered, “I have wanted to do this for months.” 

Tenderly his lips brushed over mine, letting my heart jump and sparks rush through my body. It was as if time stood still as bodies melted into one another with this kiss. My hands found their home in the nape of his neck, my fingers intertwined with his curls to keep him in place. The way my body followed his lead felt natural, my lips parting as soon as I felt his tongue timidly touch them. He deepened the kiss while pushing his body further into mine.

I felt his fingertips twitching against my waist as if he had to restrain from letting them wander over my body. His lips felt soft and delicate against mine, building a contrast to his rough stubbles tickling my face. I longed to see his warm eyes then, wanted to drown in the sticky honey they resembled so perfectly. But when I tried to pull back to look at him, he didn’t let me. He mumbled, “No,” and immediately caught my mouth with his again. 

The way he couldn’t get enough of me made me smile into our kiss and I felt him doing the same. When my lungs started aching in need for more air, he let me pull back but kept his hands on me. He looked at me with wonder in his eyes and a grin prominent on his face. His gentle fingertips wandered over my cheeks before his lips met mine again for a chaste kiss, followed by a second and a third one. 

I was sure that no matter how quick his kisses would be, I would remember them for a lifetime. I wanted every last corner of my brain filled with the memory of him and I still had so much room for more. The need to feel him again overtook me and I yearned to be closer although my lips were still tingling from our previous kiss. 

“That still wasn’t enough,” I purred. 

He lowered his face once more and mumbled against my lips, “Agreed.” 

This time it was me who deepened the kiss and I realized that no matter how long our union lasted, I could never get enough of him. Many moments passed as we stood in the middle of my living room inside each other’s arms, sharing kiss after kiss until we decided to sit down on the couch. 

He had his arm wrapped around my waist to keep me close but I wouldn’t have dared to leave any distance between us anyway. There was no need to share too many thoughts, just looking at each other was enough at that moment. My fingers still played with his hair and he seemed to enjoy the way I displayed affection. 

When I remembered our conversation from earlier, I realized that I had forgotten to ask him something. “I never got to ask you what your plans were for Christmas. Do you know what you will be doing?”

A smug grin appeared on his face as he leaned closer to capture my lips in another kiss before whispering against them, “Hopefully more of this.” 

And oh my, did I hope for that, too. 

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[oletus-manors-log]

OBSERVER'S NOTE :

“ As college kicks my ass, I'm rising back from the dead to say: happy birthday Sam (@paperbcy)! You'll get something nice from me that's actually really nice. I'm not going to make this lengthy as I'm busy with college still and my mind is a mess oops. Anyways, have fun as I descend to my insanity of college in the background."

Halo

Winter is here.

To Orpheus, the sight was not a question to him, nor was it an illusion. As he looked onwards to his window, all he could see was the falling snowflakes, the frost decorating and climbing up his window.

Oletus Manor never had snow before. During his stay, the only maps he's known to have snow was Leo's Memory, and even then... It was more of a hindrance than something to admire.

He could vaguely remember the blood staining the pure white landscape and shuddered. He forgets how hunters are mere... Beings, cursed to chase them as survivors in the death game. Worse, wield things that would leave them with phantom aches.

Alas, that was something he shouldn't remember.

Pushing himself up and from his seat, he walked out of his room. He needed a breath of fresh air, and maybe a trip outside of the manor will be enough. After all, going outside never hurts anyone.

And so, Orpheus ventured on.

As the footsteps echoed down, down, down... The novelist noticed that the residents aren't around. It was like the manor is empty, devoid of life.

Then, he hears it.

The giggling of two children as he saw himself running from one of the halls, being dragged by another child.

"Come on, Orphy! We don't get to go out often!"

"H- Hey, stop pulling! I can walk!"

"You'll take too long if you do that! Come ooooon!"

He couldn't tell if he was seeing an illusion, but after blinking a few times... He isn't. If anything, it felt more like he's walking down the manor that is more resemblance of his memories.

... Something that he's repressed for so long.

Quietly, the novelist followed the two children. They were weaving through halls and corridors, the blonde excitedly dragging his younger iteration through them like she knew the location herself.

It's no wonder she's able to go around the manor, Orpheus thought. She's a clever lady, but to think she used to live here...

Still, what he didn't expect was for the two children to get to the front door. When he had arrived, the door was locked and bolted shut, but in his sight, it was left ajar. Clearly, it was a ploy— a trap to think it was already opened.

Although he seems hesitant, he watched the two kids pushed the door wider, letting the sight of white engulf them as they both went outside.

Then, he could hear it.

The faint cries of joy as the children's voices grew faint, and he felt himself taking a step forward.

He knew that this was a mere memory, something that was tied to the effect of those drugs they were forced to take. However, he didn't want to break the illusion just yet.

His gloved fingers rest itself on the wooden door, his monocle glistening as the first few snowflakes touched his body. It felt... Real. Cold, yes, but real— unlike the maps and games he's endured.

With a gentle push, the novelist went out of the door, trudging on.

For a mere moment, he swore he felt someone hold his hand.

Warm.

He felt warm.

"Are you ready, Orpheus?"

And for once, the man looked up and on to the one leading him: the one tied to his memories.

"I'm ready, Alice."

He couldn't forget how warm her hands were, and how her halo shone just a bit brighter amidst the snow.

Just like when they were children.

© ᴏʟᴇᴛᴜs-ᴍᴀɴᴏʀs-ʟᴏɢ | 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 ✧ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀʀᴇ | ᴀʀᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛғᴜʟ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀs

[ikeromantic]

Dancing with the Devil

Lucifer takes Jenn to the mortal world for a date. This story follows Bedeviled Feelings and is a commission featuring the OC Jennifer. Shared with permission of the requestor. Approx. 1500 words

Lucifer felt quite satisfied with himself. He watched Jenn’s expression light up as she ran to the window to look out at the city below them. They were in the pent-house suite at the best hotel in the city, and the view was breathtaking. He had a soft spot for beauty in the mortal world, but it was Jenn’s reaction that made it worthwhile.

“Better than riding lessons?” He came up to stand beside her, and slipped an arm around her shoulders.

Jenn gave him a teasing look. “Mmmm, I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it.” She looked back out the window with a pleased sigh. “It will be nice to have the whole weekend with just the two of us. Barring any Devildom emergencies.” 

Lucifer thought back to Mammon’s face when he’d told him what would happen should any of his brothers cause a problem over the next few days. “I don’t think anyone will bother us.”

She laughed. “Good. Because I plan on enjoying room service, the giant tub, and that huge bed. Seriously, I could fit three of you in there! This whole room is sized for orgies.”

“You couldn’t handle three of me.” He nipped her neck. “And I’m not sharing you so no orgies.” 

Jenn pretended a pout. “So it’ll be just the two of us in all this space for three whole days?”

“Not quite.” Lucifer grinned. “Tomorrow night, we’re going dancing.”

Her expression was not quite the joy and excitement he’d hoped for. “Dancing?” An eyebrow went up. “Do we have to?”

“Yes.” He turned her to face him. “You will enjoy it. I promise. I am a very good dancer.”

“Pffft.” She frowned. “Dancing is stupid. I’d rather go shopping. Or just watch tv.”

Lucifer felt a flicker of annoyance for a heartbeat. He’d arranged a private club and a world-renowned DJ, he’d picked out a dress, set up catering . . . and she’d been more excited to go riding with Mephistopheles. Then he realized she was hiding something. 

“Jenn. Do you not know how to dance?” 

She gave him a hard look. “Of course I know how. I practice Capoeira and that’s a dance. I’ve been clubbing before!” 

He smirked, slipping a finger under her chin. “Ballroom dancing, Jenn. Have you ever waltzed? Danced tango? Salsa?” He shifted his hips. 

“No.” Jenn met his gaze reluctantly. 

“Don’t you want to try something new? Learn something you don’t already know?”

She blinked. “I - Luci, I don’t want to look like an idiot. Worse, in front of you! I’ll just step on your feet and fall over myself and - I don’t know . . .”

He leaned forward and gently kissed her lips. It was a struggle not to do more. But he prided himself on control and on always knowing what Jenn needed from him. “You never look like an idiot to me.” He stroked her hair. “But if you really don’t want to -”

“No. Wait. I . . . it could be fun. You just have to promise not to laugh, ok?” 

Lucifer kissed her again. “Only with you, never at you.” He could understand her desire. It was his very own sin, after all. 

Jenn kissed him back and after that, there weren’t a lot of words. It turned out the giant bed was exactly the right size for just the two of them though it squeaked fiercely at points. A sort of auditory ‘do not disturb’ sign for staff. 

The next day, the couple left the hotel, feeling smug and satisfied. They arrived at the club Lucifer reserved and stepped inside. The DJ wouldn’t arrive for hours and they had the place to themselves. Lots of time for Lucifer to teach her the basics. 

He went and set up the music while she wandered around the building, laughing at the mirrored ceilings and hanging cages. “This place must be wild when it’s open.”

“I suppose. I chose it for the name.” He pointed to the writing over the top of the bar, gold neon lights against a black background. ‘Lucifer’s’ 

Jenn grinned. “Does that make you part owner?”

“I hope not. I would never hear the end of it from Mammon and Levi.” He clicked play on the list of songs he’d chosen for them. All safe for human ears. Music sounded from the hidden speakers all around them. 

Lucifer walked to the dance floor, a ridiculous set of glass blocks with what looked like fire beneath them. He held out his hand. “Come, my love.”

She came, though she looked as if she might be having second thoughts. 

He took her hand and pulled her into position. “Chest up. Hips tucked.” Lucifer looked her over, and gently pushed her shoulders down and back. “There. Now.” He whispered a charm for grace as his hands settled on her. Then, with a smile he led her through the steps of a basic waltz, moving slowly and with the confidence of a long-time dancer. 

Jenn was tense at first, her body stiff. But as the song played on and she didn’t not stutter or fall, she began to relax into it and even enjoy it. “This isn’t so hard.”

“Is that so?” He changed the steps as the next song came on, a faster beat with a more complex set of quick motions. The charm kept her in time with him and she laughed with joy. 

By the time the charm wore off, she was picking up skill and genuinely enjoying herself. Lucifer spun her, tossed her, and then caught her in a dip. As she came back up, she stepped badly and fell into him. He fell back, tripping over the tangle of her feet with his. He landed on the dancefloor with her sprawled atop him. 

Jenn’s face was flushed with exertion and embarrassment. “I knew I’d end up falling. I’m sorry.” She looked like she might cry. “We were having so much fun and I just . . . I guess I wasn’t paying attention to where I stepped.”

“It’s fine.” 

“Sure. I bet you land on your ass every time you dance.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m just not good at this.” She started to get up, but he grabbed her hand to keep her there. 

“It is a skill, and like most skills, you must practice. For this being your first time, you did well. Very well.” Lucifer gave her an almost-smile. “Do not take my praise lightly.”

Jenn sighed and slumped against him. “And I suppose that was all me and had nothing to do with the charm you cast at the start?”

He hadn’t expected her to notice that. “It appears I’ll have to try harder to bespell you in future.”

She laughed. “I guess you need to practice that skill, hm?” 

Lucifer grinned. “Perhaps. Now, we best get up or the DJ will walk in on us practicing an entirely different kind of dance.”

“The horizontal mamba?” She smirked and wiggled her hips. “The titty tango?”

He gave her a warning look. It wasn’t part of his evening plan to make love on the floor of the club, but plans could change. 

“Fine, fine.” She sighed and then stood up. “If the DJ is coming, shouldn’t I go get ready?”

“We both should. There are dressing rooms in the VIP lounge. And champagne. I wasn’t sure what you liked.” He paused at the admission that there was anything about her he didn’t know. 

Jenn grinned. “Let a lady keep some mystery, hm?” Then she sauntered off with a spicy last look tossed over her shoulder. 

Lucifer decided to let it go for now. He would get the information from her later, when she was in a more vulnerable position. Preferably tied. Splayed on his bed. Desperate from his teasing touch . . . he swallowed, feeling suddenly a bit too warm. His clothes just a touch too tight. Dancing. They were here for dancing. There would be more than enough time later to sate his other desires.

He changed his own clothes with a spell, turning them into a human world tuxedo. He could never understand why mortals felt the need to have nine parts to what should have been a simple suit. Nevertheless, he thought he looked rather good in it.

Not as good as Jenn did when she came out of the dressing room though. The gown he’d commissioned came to her mid thigh, ruffles shifting and moving as she walked, a bit of  lace peeking from the edge. The top clung to her breasts as if molded to them, the thin silk showing every inch of the skin it covered. And the colors were perfect for her. A light mist-blue at the top that sank into midnight hues at the bottom, with a smattering of tiny rain-drop gems that caught the light. 

She was breathtaking and she knew it. He could see the pride and pleasure in her gaze as she enjoyed his hungry look. “So . . . are you going to take me out dancing?”

“It would be my pleasure.” He handed her a glass of champagne. 

“Even if I fall and take you down with me again?” 

Lucifer’s eyes burned with an unholy love. “There is no one else I’d rather fall beside.”

[birdmadgrrl]

Chapter 2: Nightfall

After my third piece of monkey bread my eyes were starting to feel heavy. The sun was setting, and I couldn’t wait to crawl in bed and go through the photos on my Nikon camera. Surprisingly, dinner ran smoothly. Eliza made sure to keep conversation light and comfortable. We talked about me growing up as a city boy since none of them had grown up in a big city, and they’d certainly never been to Ireland. Eliza and Matt made sure I knew their favorite local spots, and Jared offered to provide historical background if I thought of any questions during my stay.

I was grabbing my jacket when I noticed a slight shift in energy. The relaxed, slow pace was replaced with what seemed almost automatic, anxious behavior. Eliza went to secure the windows in the kitchen, and Matt quickly closed the shutters in the living room. “Eliza just throw the plates in the dishwasher. We need to get back into town before it gets too late.” Jared was already grabbing his car keys.

I guess I’m not the only one sleep deprived. I reached for the screen door when I felt a hand on my shoulder. “It’s probably best for you to not wander too far after dark. You have my number if you need anything.” Matt seemed concerned and a bit uncomfortable.

“Yea… erm okay.” I promised. It was cooler out now, and light fog hovered over the forest floor. I shoved my hands in my pockets and shook my head in an attempt to clear my thoughts. The area certainly was beautiful, and the people seemed nice enough. I’m not sure how I’m going to write this one though. If I’m responsible for selling it to international travelers, there has to be something special aside from the picturesque views.

I’d already made it to my porch by the time the sun had completely disappeared. I glanced around. “Strangely peaceful out here. No idea what Matt is on about.” I had just enough energy left to let Bear outside and get ready for bed. The bedroom sat at the back of the house. I thought it might be calming to hear the river. I went to open the window just a sliver, but I hesitated thinking back on my hosts’ odd behavior. It couldn’t hurt to leave a small crack open, right? I would close the shutters to prevent any bugs from creeping in.

Maybe I’ll just leave the tiny table lamp on just in case. Sir Barold chose the side closest to the window. “Oh for fuck’s sake, pull yourself together.” I switched the light off and settled in next to Bear. He and I both slept like the dead, but at one point in the night when I turned to rest on my back I thought I heard a woman softly crying.

[daxwritesstories]

Fabulously Wealthy: Episode 3 - Alex

SCENE 1

INT. Kitchen - Day

Ace and Cyra are in the kitchen together, listening to music and dancing. The music is coming from a large stereo in the living room. It's currently playing "Hands" by Kylie Minogue.

When the rap part begins, Ace and Cyra sing along to it.

ACE & CYRA (rapping): Big drop on the bassline

Tick-tock on the waistline

Don't rush, baby, take time

'Cause I'm down for a late night

And I'm up for a good time

Ain't nobody killin' my vibe

Cyra dramatically sings the background vocals.

CYRA (singing): Ain't nobody killing my vibe

ACE (rapping): What you think this is, huh?

Ace and Cyra playfully point at each other as they rap.

ACE & CYRA (rapping): You're king of that but I'm queen of this

There ain't no debate when I ride the beat

Cyra does a steering wheel motion and sways her hips on that line.

ACE & CYRA (rapping): Go mad for you, oh, when I ride the beat

Right? Yeah

Everything I do is so right, yeah

Barbie!

Cyra points at Ace when she says "Barbie" and Ace also points at himself.

ACE & CYRA (rapping): I'm that cherry on top of the cake

All up in your face

I'm about to give you a taste

When the chorus starts, Cyra sings it while Ace just lip-syncs and dances more.

CYRA (singing): Whenever I feel your hands all over me

It's like I'm up in heaven, I'm in a dream

I never knew your love, love would set me free

But now I see

You're taking me to places I've never been

It's like I'm up in heaven, I'm in a dream

No, I never knew your love would set me free

The doorbell rings and they both stop dancing. Cyra runs over to the front door, stopping at the stereo to turn the volume down. She quickly checks out the window beside the door and gasps in excitement.

Cyra opens the door and Alex is standing there.

CYRA: Alex!

Cyra throws her arms around Alex, making them stumble back a bit. Alex giggles.

ALEX: Hi, Cyra.

Cyra pulls away from Alex and smiles at them.

CYRA: You found me!

ALEX: I told you I would.

ACE: That didn't take long.

When Alex hears Ace talk, they walk into the house and look around for him. They smile when they see him in the kitchen.

ALEX: Hi, Ace!

ACE: How's it going, Alex?

ALEX: It's going alright.

Alex sits down on of the bar stools. Cyra closes the door and hurries over to sit next to Alex.

ACE: How'd you manage to find us?

ALEX: I have my ways. And Cyra left me a couple hints.

Ace raises an eyebrow at Cyra, who just smiles sheepishly.

ALEX: Don't worry. No one else will be able to find you.

ACE: We can only hope...

Ace turns around to look in the fridge. Alex looks at Cyra.

ALEX: How much money did you take anyway?

CYRA: Uh...

ACE: Way more than I asked for.

Alex laughs and looks around.

ALEX: Well, you bought a pretty nice house with it.

ACE: It's alright.

CYRA: We're still in the process of replacing all the furniture. Ace isn't gonna be happy with it until then.

ACE: I never said I'd be happy with it. We'll have to make some more changes, but the furniture is a start.

CYRA: Oh.

ALEX: I'd probably replace the furniture too if I were you. It's a little... boring.

ACE: Exactly.

Ace closes the fridge, holding a package of strawberries.

ACE: Would you like some fruit?

ALEX: What'd you call me?

Ace and Cyra both laugh.

ALEX: Sure, I love strawberries.

Ace walks over to Alex and sets the strawberries down on the counter.

ACE: They're the best.

All three of them start eating the fruit.

ALEX: So, what are you two doing today?

ACE: We have to finish setting up my new store, and we have a new employee to train.

ALEX: You're opening a store?

ACE: Cyra didn't tell you?

Alex looks at Cyra.

ALEX: She didn't tell me much...

CYRA: Sorry... I was too afraid to tell you the entire plan.

ALEX: No worries. You can tell me it now though, right?

Cyra looks at Ace, waiting for permission.

ACE: We'll tell you whatever you need to know.

Alex smiles.

ALEX: Whatever I need to know?

ACE (playfully): Don't get greedy, bitch.

ALEX: But I'm a princess! I'm always greedy.

Alex points at the tiara they're wearing.

ACE: Mm... I'm the queen though.

Cyra smiles and bounces excitedly in her seat as she watches them tease each other.

CYRA: Oh! Do you wanna come to the store with us, Alex?

ACE: You don't have to do that. It'll probably be boring.

Alex shrugs.

ALEX: I don't mind. I kind of wanna see it.

SCENE 2

INT. The Diamond Label - Day

Cyra is unpacking boxes on one side of the store. Alex is sitting on one of the display tables, watching her and chatting. Ace is on the other side of the store with Nalani.

ACE: So the idea is to always have a few empty spaces in the bags section. That way people assume that they're popular items. And it makes customers feel just a little pressured to make a decision faster, lest someone else buy the one they want first.

NALANI: I see... Should I be pressuring the customers too?

ACE: No need. I think your natural charms will work just fine.

Nalani giggles and blushes.

ACE: Oh! Let me show to the washrooms while you're here. They're just up the stairs here.

NALANI: Oh, thank you.

Ace leads Nalani up the stairs.

ACE: You may leave to get water anytime you need. I'm sure it won't take you long.

NALANI: No, not at all.

We cut to where Cyra and Alex are.

ALEX: Are these the rest of the boxes? Or are there more?

CYRA: I hope there isn't more. Ace said I have to finish unpacking everything today.

ALEX: Well then, you better work faster.

Alex gives Cyra a playful smile.

CYRA: I'm trying, but it doesn't help that you're here distracting me.

Alex responds by pulling the hem of their skirt up slightly, exposing more of their thighs. They stick their tongue out and wink at Cyra, their fake eyelashes batting up and down.

Cyra inhales sharply and tries to calm herself.

CYRA: See? Not helpful.

Alex laughs. Their phone suddenly buzzes next to them on the table. They pick it up to read the text.

ALEX: Ugh! Not this bitch again.

CYRA: Who?

ALEX: Jade Rosa. Heard of her?

CYRA: Nope.

ALEX: I hadn't either until I came into town looking for you. She comes up to me at a bar one night and asks me to join her club.

Alex puts on a hyper-feminine voice to mimic Jade.

ALEX: She was all like, "Oh my god, you're so pretty! You should do my makeup!" Like, no bitch.

Alex rolls their eyes and puts their phone down.

CYRA: A club?

ALEX: Yeah. Apparently clubs are all the rage around here. Jade kept telling me not to join anybody else's. I guess there's a whole system and hierarchy between them.

CYRA: I didn't know that...

Cyra stops what she's doing to think.

ALEX: It sounds like it could be fun, but I'm not joining a club with annoying people.

Cyra laughs and goes back to unpacking boxes.

CYRA: Fair enough.

ALEX: And I live way too far from here.

CYRA: You should move here.

Alex smiles at Cyra.

ALEX (teasingly): You'd like that, wouldn't you?

CYRA: I would. I don't have any friends here.

ALEX: You haven't met anyone yet?

CYRA: Well, this only my second time meeting Nalani. And Ace knows this one guy in our neighborhood named Roman, but he kinda pisses me off.

Alex tilts their head.

ALEX: Why's that?

CYRA: Uh, I don't wanna talk about it.

ACE (from across the store): How's going over there, Cyra?

Cyra and Alex both look at the stairs. Ace and Nalani are walking down them together.

CYRA: It's going good!

ACE: Great, because there's another truck coming in about twenty minutes.

Cyra throws her head back in despair.

CYRA: Ugh! Why me?!

Alex just laughs.

SCENE 3

INT. Kitchen - Evening

Ace and Cyra are sitting at the large glass dining table, eating dinner.

CYRA: Have you heard about the club scene here?

ACE: The nightclubs?

CYRA: No, like, actual clubs. Ones that host gatherings and shit.

Ace thinks for a moment.

ACE: I didn't know that was a thing.

CYRA: Alex was telling me about it. They said there's a whole system and a hierarchy.

ACE: A hierarchy?

CYRA: Yeah. Alex didn't know a lot about it, but it sounds interesting.

ACE: You think so?

CYRA: Don't you?

ACE: Well...

Ace tilts his head from side to side, considering it.

ACE: I do love a good popularity contest. I always win. But I'm not interested in joining a club. You know I hate being told what to do.

CYRA: Yeah, I know. That's why we should start our own club! It might help us get famous.

Ace pauses and looks at Cyra.

ACE: Okay, now you have my attention.

Cyra giggles.

CYRA: You would obviously have to be the leader, since I won't listen to anyone else.

Ace smiles and leans his elbow on the table.

ACE: What kind of club would it be, pup?

CYRA: I don't know. Just one where we have fun, I guess. But it should be invite-only. We only want the coolest people to hang out with us.

ACE: Hm... That's a pretty vague description. I doubt we'd get any members with just that. We would need something more appealing.

CYRA (sarcastically): Like what? Play chess?

Ace snickers.

ACE: I'm sure we can come up with something. Maybe we should find out what the other clubs are doing...

CYRA: How do we do that?

ACE: I'll ask Roman about it. He might know something.

SCENE 4

INT. Roman's house - Day

Roman is sitting at the dining table, smoking a cigarette. Ace is slowly pacing around the kitchen, looking at everything.

ROMAN: The clubs? I don't really pay attention to those.

ACE: But you've been living here for years. You must know something about them.

ROMAN: Uh...

Roman sighs and closes his eyes, thinking hard. Ace runs his finger along the countertop and then looks at his fingertip. He seems a little disgusted by the dust-level.

Roman seems to remember something and opens his eyes again.

ROMAN: There's a website for them. I don't know if it's official or anything, but it has a list of all the clubs and their members. Ah, what was it called?

Roman ashes his cigarette in a tray in the center of the table. He rubs his forehead, trying to remember the name.

ROMAN: It's something like, "get together dot com"? I think?

Ace raises an eyebrow and takes his phone out of his pocket. He starts typing on it, his acrylic nails clicking against the screen.

ROMAN: Why are you asking anyway? Thinking of starting one?

ACE: Maybe.

Roman laughs.

ROMAN: That sounds like it could be fun if you're the one running it. What would Ace Diamond's club be all about?

ACE: No idea. That's why I want to see what the other clubs are like. Mine would have to be better than theirs.

Roman laughs again and takes a drag of his cigarette.

ACE: Ah, here it is. Let's see... There's a list of all the clubs.

Ace reads the webpage on his phone.

ACE: A gardening club, a chess club, a gym club, a cooking club... All of these sound boring as hell.

ROMAN: That's why I never gave a shit about them.

ACE: Here we go! A partying club. That's at least something.

Roman's phone rings. He picks it up from the table and groans when he sees the caller ID. He reluctantly answers it.

ROMAN: What?

Roman takes another drag as he listens.

ROMAN: I told you I'm not doing daytime shows anymore. No one comes to them anyway.

Roman rolls his eyes.

ROMAN: Well, I'm definitely not doing one today. I have better things to do right now...

Roman looks Ace up and down while he's not paying attention.

ROMAN (sarcastically): Oh no, what a fuckin' nightmare that would be.

We hear the person on the phone start yelling. Roman just sighs and hangs up.

ACE: Manager again?

ROMAN: Yeah, show-business ain't all it's cracked up to be.

Ace giggles. Roman leans back and checks out Ace again.

ROMAN: I know one type of club that no one around here has made yet.

ACE: And what's that?

ROMAN: An adults-only club. Know what I mean?

Ace looks up from his phone.

ACE: A sex club?

ROMAN: Well, not just sex. Drinking and partying are adult activities too.

ACE: Sounds trashy.

ROMAN: Hey, it's just an idea.

Ace has a thoughtful look on his face.

SCENE 5

INT. Restaurant - Day

Alex and Cyra are sitting at a table together. They both have burgers in front of them.

ALEX: So, how has it been living with Ace so far?

Cyra shrugs.

CYRA: It's fun.

ALEX: Everything you ever hoped for?

CYRA: Well...

ALEX: Oh!

CYRA: No, no! I'm very happy about it. It's just... a lot different than I was expecting. Not in a bad way though.

ALEX: I had a feeling you would say that.

Cyra looks confused.

CYRA: What? Why?

ALEX: Up until now you'd only been having sleepovers with Ace. Never more than one night at a time. That's not the same as living with someone.

CYRA: Yeah, I guess... Our house is pretty big though, so it's easy to avoid each other if we need space.

ALEX: Do you, like, sleep in the same bed and stuff?

Cyra shakes her head.

CYRA: No. I have my own room. But most of the time I sleep in this thing that Ace got for me. It's in his room, right at the foot of the bed.

Alex smiles mischievously and leans in closer.

ALEX: What kind of thing?

CYRA: You know!

ALEX: A cage? Like he promised?

Cyra looks around to make sure no one overheard. She then lowers her voice.

CYRA: Yes...

Alex laughs.

ALEX: I had a feeling. Don't think I haven't noticed your new collar.

Cyra smiles and gently touches her collar.

ALEX: Is that everything you hoped for?

CYRA: Yes! It's even better than I thought it would be. I can't take it off myself and it's so heavy that I never forget it's there.

Alex giggles.

ALEX: I would say that's a big commitment, but I expected nothing less from you two.

CYRA: He's my everything.

ALEX: I know.

Cyra smiles and glances around the restaurant. When she speaks again she uses a more somber tone.

CYRA: When are you flying back home?

ALEX: Day after tomorrow.

Cyra sighs and looks down at her lap.

CYRA: Are you sure you can't stay a little longer?

ALEX: You know I would if I could. My boss is gonna kill me if I'm not back on time.

CYRA: You don't even like that place...

ALEX: I don't, but it pays well. It costs a lot of money to look this cheap.

That makes Cyra reluctantly smile.

ALEX: I'll come visit you whenever I can. I promise.

Cyra thinks for a moment, avoiding eye contact.

CYRA: You should think about moving here. I know we were joking about it the other day, but it really would mean the world to me.

Alex sighs.

ALEX: Well... to tell you the truth, I've been considering it. You and Ace understand me so well. It sucks that you're not around anymore.

CYRA: What if we bought you a place?

Alex raises an eyebrow at Cyra, not believing her.

ALEX: You shouldn't say something like that unless you mean it.

CYRA: I do mean it! Yeah, I would have to ask Ace first, since all the money is in his name now, but I think he would do it. He likes you a lot, you know.

ALEX: Oh, I know. But that's a lot to ask.

Cyra sighs and glances to the side. She looks sad.

ALEX: I'd have to find another place to work.

CYRA: This place has a pretty lively nightclub scene. I'm sure at least one of those places is hiring.

ALEX: Hm...

CYRA: I don't mean to pressure you. I just... want you to think about it.

Alex smiles at Cyra.

ALEX: I will.

SCENE 6

EXT. The Diamond Label - Morning

Ace, Cyra, and Nalani are standing outside the front doors, in front of a large ribbon. A crowd of people are gathered in front of the steps. Ace is holding a pair of over-sized scissors.

ACE: I just want to say thank you to everyone who came out to support us today. I know that this seems like an unlikely place to open a designer-label outlet, but I have faith in this community. Everyone here deserves to have access to luxury items.

A few people cheer.

ACE: Here's to all the wonderful people in this city!

Ace cuts the ribbon with the giant scissors and the crowd cheers. Ace, Cyra, and Nalani smile as several people with expensive cameras take pictures. Cyra supportively rubs Ace's back.

SCENE 7

INT. The Diamond Label - Day

The store is busy with customers. Ace and Nalani are talking to customers with friendly smiles. Cyra, on the other hand, is leaning against one of the wall, looking at her phone.

A woman with long black hair, wearing a red dress, approaches her.

BELLA: Excuse me, um, do you work here?

Bella points at the name-tag pinned to Cyra's tank top. Cyra looks at Bella and then down at her name-tag.

CYRA: Oh! Yes, I do. Sorry I wasn't paying attention.

BELLA: It's okay, dear. I was just wondering if these bags come in red?

Bella points at a shelf with bag that come in several different colors. None of them are red though.

CYRA: Um...

Cyra steps in front of the shelves to look at the bags.

CYRA: Unfortunately we only have the colors that are on display here.

Bella looks disappointed.

BELLA: Oh... I see.

Cyra panics at Bella's response. She glances at Ace, who is a few feet away from, talking to a group of customers.

CYRA: Would you mind waiting a moment? I might be able to pull some strings for you.

Bella smiles.

BELLA: Really?

CYRA: Yes, but don't tell anyone else. Okay?

BELLA: Okay!

CYRA: What's your name?

BELLA: Bella.

CYRA: Perfect! I'll be right back.

Cyra hurries over to Ace. He notices her right away and asks the customers he's with to give him a moment. He then turns to Cyra and speaks to her in a hushed tone.

ACE: What is it?

CYRA: See that pretty lady in the red dress behind me?

Ace glances over Cyra's shoulder and sees Bella standing right where Cyra left her.

ACE: Mhm...

CYRA: She wants one of those bags but in red.

Ace looks at Bella again, studying her.

ACE: You think she's a serious buyer?

CYRA: Look at her jewelry. Those diamonds look real to me. I know a rich woman when I see one.

Ace thinks for a moment.

ACE: Let me go talk to her.

Cyra follows Ace back to where Bella is.

CYRA: Bella, this is Ace. He's the owner.

BELLA: Oh! Um, nice to meet you...

Ace smiles and bats his eyelashes at Bella.

ACE: Hello, dear. Cyra tells me you're looking for one of these in red?

BELLA: Yes. But I understand if that's not possible.

ACE: We can make one custom for you.

BELLA: You can?

ACE: For a beautiful woman like you? Of course!

Bella smiles and brushes her hair behind her ear.

BELLA: Oh, well, thank you...

Cyra gets jealous as she watches their interaction. She frowns and withdraws from the conversation, not looking at either of them.

Ace begins to write on his tablet with the stylus.

ACE: If I could just get your name and phone number. We'll contact you as soon as it's ready, darling.

Bella blushes and giggles.

BELLA: Alright.

Cyra inhales and bites her tongue.

CYRA: Excuse me...

Cyra steps away from Bella and Ace and heads for the stairs.

SCENE 8

INT. The Diamond Label washrooms - Day

Cyra bursts into the single-stall bathroom and heads straight for the sink. She turns the water on, as cold as possible, and holds her hands under the tap.

She gently dabs the water onto her cheekbones with her fingers. After doing this a couple of times, she calms down a bit. She stares at herself in the mirror, scowling.

CYRA: He's just doing it to make sales.

Cyra's reflection suddenly starts speaking back to her.

CYRA'S REFLECTION: No, he's doing it because he doesn't care about you.

CYRA: Shut up! He cares about me.

CYRA'S REFLECTION: What? You believe that just because he told you? You really are gullible.

Cyra glares at her reflection.

CYRA: Shut up!

Cyra throws a handful of water at the mirror and it makes her reflection go back to normal. She keeps staring at herself in the mirror, making sure it won't say anything else to her.

Suddenly, the door opens and Nalani walks in. She freezes when she sees Cyra.

NALANI: Oh! Ms. Drake, I'm so sorry–

CYRA (flatly): Don't worry about it.

Cyra quickly exits the washroom, pushing past Nalani. Nalani watches her leave, looking confused.

SCENE 9

INT. Cyra's bedroom - Afternoon

Cyra is sitting on the floor, leaning against her bed. She is holding the box that Ace gave her in the previous episode. She's staring at the item inside it, a necklace with a large ruby pendant on it.

BEGIN FLASHBACK

We flash back to the previous episode, when Cyra was sleeping on the living room couch. The lights have been turned off and Cyra is alone.

Cyra wakes up, slowly blinking her eyes open. She doesn't notice the cup of water on her head. She rolls over, causing the cup to fall and the water spills onto her face. Cyra makes a surprised noise and instinctively brings her hands up to her face.

She sits up, wiping the water off of her face. Her eyeliner smudges when she does this.

Now fully awake, Cyra looks around the room. She sees the cup lying on the floor in front of the couch. When she goes to pick it up, she notices the gift box on the coffee table. Abandoning the cup, Cyra grabs the gift box and examines it.

She finds a tag hanging off of the ribbon. She flips it around to read it.

We see a close-up of the tag. It says "Remember that thing you wanted to try? –Love Ace".

Cyra smiles and opens the box. Inside is the ruby necklace.

END FLASHBACK

We see a close-up of the necklace as Cyra stares at it.

ACE: Why don't you put it on?

Cyra looks up in surprise. She sees Ace standing in the doorway with his arms folded.

CYRA: Um...

Cyra glances at the box again.

CYRA: What if I lose it?

ACE: We'll buy another one.

CYRA: But...

Cyra holds the box closer to her chest.

CYRA: I like this one.

Ace walks over to Cyra and stands directly in front of her.

ACE: If you're already that attached to it, then this might be easier than I thought.

CYRA: Do you really think it will work?

ACE: Only one way to find out. Give me it.

Cyra hands the box to Ace. He takes the necklace out and sets the box down on the side table. He pinches the chain between his index finger and thumb, letting the pendant fall to the end. He bends forward, holding the necklace in front of Cyra's eyes.

With a small twist of Ace's wrist, the necklace begins to sway back and forth. Cyra's eyes follow the pendant from side to side. Ace doesn't say anything, just observes her.

Cyra seems mesmerized as she focuses on the pendant, a blank expression on her face.

Suddenly, Ace snaps his fingers and stands up straight, stopping the motion. Cyra flinches and looks up at Ace.

ACE: I didn't even have to tell you to watch the necklace. You just did it. In fact, I didn't have to say anything at all.

CYRA: I'm... uh...

ACE: I was right, this will be easy. Let's do this one more time. When I snap my fingers, you're gonna look at me again. Like you just did.

Ace drops the pendant once more and bends forward. Cyra's immediately focuses on it. Her eyes follow its motion for a while. Ace just observes her again, studying her expression closely.

Ace lets the necklace sway for a bit longer this time. It goes on long enough that Cyra's eyelids begin to fall just slightly. She looks incredibly relaxed.

Once he's sure Cyra's been lulled enough, Ace snaps his fingers. Cyra's gaze snaps upward to look at him. Ace just giggles.

ACE: Good pup.

Cyra smiles happily, still just staring at Ace.

ACE: Come. We have a club to plan.

Cyra gasps excitedly.

CYRA: We're doing it?!

Ace walks toward the door. Cyra quickly gets up and follows him.

ACE: Mhm!

CYRA (excitedly): Let's fucking go!

SCENE 10

INT. Ace & Cyra's study - Afternoon

Ace is standing in front of the whiteboard. The whiteboard has lots of well-organized notes written on it. Cyra is sitting on the desk, watching Ace as explains everything. He's using a stick to point at different sections on the board.

ACE: So, it's standard for every club to have two to five main activities. From what I read, the activities can be pretty much anything. The first two listed are usually the main focus of the club. Some clubs have banned activities too, but not all of them.

Ace moves onto another section. Cyra is concentrating hard on trying to remember everything he's saying.

ACE: Next. Some clubs have requirements for who can join. On top of that, some of them are open to anyone and others are invite-only. Ours will obviously be invite-only, and we will probably have some sort of requirements. We will definitely need an age requirement, but I'll get to that.

Ace points at a list of eleven names on the side of the whiteboard.

ACE: These are all the clubs that are currently active in the city. At least, according to the website. We'll need to do more digging into which ones are the most popular, so we know who our main competition is.

Cyra raises her hand.

ACE: What?

CYRA: Do we know who's in each of the clubs?

ACE: Yes. All their members are listed on the website, along with the names of the leaders.

CYRA: O...kay...

ACE: The final thing you need to know is branding. Each club has a name and an emblem. I already know what ours will be.

CYRA: What will it be?

Ace flips the whiteboard to show that there is even more writing on the other side. At the top of the board "Diamond Dynasty" is written in large letters, with a drawing of a diamond next to it.

ACE: Diamond Dynasty. It's rich, it's royal, it represents everything that I want to be known for. And of course, it has my name in it.

Cyra nods as she reads the new side of the board.

CYRA: Uh-huh... I like it.

Ace remains silent, waiting for Cyra to point something out.

CYRA: Um... Those are some interesting club activities...

ACE: I only have three ideas so far. I think we should have at least two more. So that's where you come in.

Cyra looks unsure.

ACE: What?

Ace glances at the board and smiles mischievously at Cyra.

ACE: Which one do you have a problem with?

Cyra gives Ace an annoyed look.

CYRA: You know which one.

ACE: No, I don't. Not unless you tell me.

Cyra sighs.

CYRA: We're making a swinger's club?

ACE: Yes. That's the main appeal.

CYRA: I'm supposed to be your girlfriend. That was the deal...

ACE: Yes, but monogamy was never part of the deal.

CYRA: That's what dating means.

ACE: No, it doesn't.

CYRA: But–

ACE: It's not my fault you have a naive idea of what it means to be in a relationship.

CYRA: I'm not naive.

ACE: Then what's the problem? I only plan on allowing our friends to be members of the club. I thought you liked casual sex? Or are you scared of it now?

CYRA: That's not the problem!

ACE: What is it then?

CYRA: It was supposed to be just you and me!

Ace frowns and walks up to Cyra. He bends forward to look her directly in the eye.

ACE: If you want my undivided attention then you'd better start paying me for my time.

Cyra gives Ace a pleading look.

CYRA: I gave you every last penny...

ACE: And it may have bought you my love, but it won't buy you exclusivity. I never said I would do that for you.

Cyra frowns and huffs. She jumps off the desk and stomps out of the room. Ace just rolls his eyes and looks at the whiteboard again.

SCENE 11

INT. Upstairs bathroom - Evening

Ace is having a bubble bath. The lights in the bathroom have been dimmed. Ace frowns, thinking about something.

BEGIN FLASHBACK

INT. Ace's old apartment - Night

Ace and Cyra are in the bathroom together. Ace is having a bubble bath and Cyra is sitting on the toilet lid, reading a book.

ACE: What do I have to do to get you to stop studying every time you come over?

CYRA: I have an exam on Monday. If I don't get above 90 percent, my parents are gonna make me see that tutor again.

ACE: And you told them what happened?

Cyra points at herself, not taking her eyes off the book.

CYRA: I'm a liar, remember?

Ace frowns.

ACE: Fucking irresponsible...

Cyra sighs and rest her book on her lap.

CYRA: I'm okay. I can protect myself.

ACE: No you can't.

CYRA: If I can't, then who will?

ACE: I will.

Cyra takes a surprised breath in. She glances down at the floor.

ACE: I'll protect you.

END FLASHBACK

We cut back to Ace sitting in the tub in his current house. He sighs and closes his eyes.

SCENE 12

INT. Ace & Cyra's house - Evening

Ace walks down the stairs, wearing a robe. The ends of his hair are still damp.

ACE: Cyra.

Ace looks around. When he doesn't see Cyra in the main area, he heads for her bedroom.

INT. Cyra's bedroom - Evening

Ace pokes his head into the room and looks around. Cyra is nowhere to be seen.

INT. Ace & Cyra's study - Evening

When Ace steps into the study, he finds that it's empty too. He goes back into the main area.

INT. Ace & Cyra's house - Evening

ACE: Okay, Cyra, where are you?

Ace waits for a response. Nothing. He glances at the bathroom, but the door is wide open and the room is empty.

ACE: Hm...

A faint buzzing can be heard. It catches Ace's attention immediately and he follows the sound into the kitchen. It quickly stops though. Ace stops too, listening carefully.

The buzzing starts again. It's coming from one of the bottom cupboards. The sound stops even faster, but Ace has already found the source.

He opens the cupboard doors and we see Cyra inside it, lying on her side with her legs folded up. She has her phone in her hands.

CYRA: Dammit! Stupid phone...

ACE: Why are you hiding?

CYRA: I'm not hiding. I just... wanted to be alone in a small dark space.

Ace nods.

ACE: Right. I forgot you like to do that.

Cyra looks sad. She's avoiding eye contact. Ace sighs and sits down on the floor.

ACE: Let's go over what I promised you. I promised that I'd live with you, date you, marry you, protect you, own you, and never let you escape. Am I missing anything?

Cyra sighs too.

CYRA: No...

ACE: I don't plan on breaking any of those promises.

Cyra finally looks at Ace but doesn't say anything.

ACE: You don't need to be scared. You can trust me.

Cyra closes her eyes for a moment.

CYRA: Okay, fine. Let's try out the club thing.

Ace smiles.

ACE: Good pup.

Cyra opens her mouth to reply, but before she can, her phone starts buzzing again. She looks at her phone. Ace snickers.

ACE: Who keeps calling you?

CYRA: It's Alex.

ACE: You'd better answer it then. They're leaving soon.

Ace stands up.

ACE: And get out of the cabinet.

Cyra reluctantly climbs out and stands. She answers her phone.

CYRA: Hello?

EXT. City street - Evening

Alex is standing outside a building with colorful lights.

ALEX: Cyra! I have some good news for you.

INT. Ace & Cyra's house - Evening

Cyra smiles half-heartedly.

CYRA: I could really some good news right now.

ALEX (through the phone): Perfect!

EXT. City street - Evening

ALEX: I found a nightclub here that's hiring. They even offered me a job already, but I asked them to give me a minute so I could contact my people.

INT. Ace & Cyra's house - Evening

Cyra snickers.

CYRA: I'm assuming that I'm "your people"?

Cyra looks at Ace, who's leaning against the counter, listening.

ALEX (through the phone): Yep!

EXT. City street - Evening

Alex glances up at the one of the nightclub's signs. It says "Girls, Boys, & Everything in Between".

ALEX: I'm calling to ask if you were being serious. You know, when we had lunch together?

INT. Ace & Cyra's house - Evening

Cyra's eyes widen. Ace gives her a quizzical look. Cyra speaks directly to him, holding the phone away from her.

CYRA: Can we buy Alex a house here?

Ace opens his mouth in surprise. He takes a deep breath.

NEXT TIME

ROMAN (voiceover): Next time on Fabulously Wealthy...

INT. Ace & Cyra's house - Morning

ACE: We're having our first club meeting tonight.

CYRA: We are?

ACE: Yep!

INT. Ace & Cyra's house - Night

Ace and Roman are on the couch, making out.

CYRA: What's... um...

ALEX: Oh, they've been at it for, like, twenty minutes.

INT. Cyra's bedroom - Night

Cyra is straddling Alex's lap. Cyra has her face buried in Alex's neck.

ALEX: Are you okay with what's happening out there?

Cyra mumbles into Alex's neck.

CYRA: No.

INT. Ace's bedroom - Night

ACE: Roman wants to take you on a date.

Cyra is giving Ace a foot massage in the massage chair.

CYRA: What? Tell him I said no.

ACE: You're going.

EXT. Patio - Evening

CYRA: I love to tell myself stories.

ROMAN: I do the same thing.

Cyra's jaw drops.

CYRA: Are you serious?

ROMAN: Yeah, it's a lot easier to talk to someone who you know really well.

CYRA: Exactly!

INT. Ace & Cyra's study - Late afternoon

Ace is sitting at the desk, typing on the computer. Cyra is sitting under the desk, leaning against one of the metal frames that holds it up. She's looking at her phone.

CYRA: Roman already found something to complain about.

ACE: What is it now?

CYRA: He says there aren't enough girls in the club.

INT. Cyra's bedroom - Night

Cyra is playing piano. She's smiling.

ACE (voiceover): Well, it won't be hard to get girls to join. Women love me.

CYRA (voiceover): Well, you can just look at people and they'll fall for you.

ACE (voiceover): I know. It's annoying sometimes.

Cyra snickers.

[deadnightcoffeetime]

The Monster Of Willow Creek (Tales Of Horror Segment 2) (COPY RIGHT) Page 22

Right, so, the inn keeper said, “The power usually goes off every now and then, and for us to deal with it”. He also said, “The power could be out for a day, or two, it depends”. And lastly, he said, “There’s a shed on the right side of this cabin, with more candle sticks and other supplies, in case if this power outage takes more than a day, or two.”, said Eric. “Didn’t know there’s a shed on the side.”, said Becky. “So, I guess we’re just going to sit in the dark.”, said Isaac. “Hmm, we’ll, why don’t we all hang out at the creek? Just to enjoy the view, or whatever.”, said Eric. “Anything is better than nothing.”, said Isaac. “How about you guys go on to the creek, and I’ll meet you there, after I finish my dinner.”, said Eric. “Whatever you say big man. Let’s go guys.”, said Isaac. Everyone gets up and leaves. Becky speaks out. “Enjoy your candle lit dinner. And don’t let the boogey man get you.”. Becky laughs, as Eric fixes his dinner. “Shut up!”, said Eric. He’s now alone, sitting and eating his dinner. “Oh, there are some chairs in the trunk, you know, to sit.”, said Eric. Alyana pulls out her phone, using phone light to guide to her room, going inside to pick up the book, as Isaac and Eric are spending in the background. “Yo, where’s the cooler that has beer?”, said Isaac. “Next to the fridge.”, Said Eric. Alyana returns with the book, as Steven speak out. “Do we have any other light source besides the one flashlight, or are we just going to sit in the dark?”. “Well, do the usual camp fire routine I’m pretty sure there are rocks and sticks, out there. Just take the matches and the chairs. I’ll drive the truck over there when I’m done eating.”, said Eric. “Alright.”, said Steven. “The flashlight is next to the door.”, said Eric. The gang leaves, as Eric is eating his dinner.

The inn keeper is at a room, sitting on a desk, as he’s reading a book with a lit candle stick next to him. A moment later, a distinct voice of a woman is yelling for help. “HELP!!”. After hearing the mysterious woman’s voice, the inn keeper stops reading the book, he then grabs the the candle stick and walks to the nearby opened window. The mysterious woman’s voice continues to yell. “HELP!!”. The inn keeper pokes his head out the window, he yells out. “IS SOMEONE OUT THERE?!?!”. “HELP!! HELP ME!!”, said the mysterious woman’s voice. He notices the mysterious woman’s voices is coming from inside the dark woods. “I’M ON MY WAY!! I’LL COME HELP YOU!!”, said the Inn Keeper. He grabs a flashlight that it’s inside the desk and hurry’s out the room and the cabin. Running to the direction where he heard the woman’s voice, slowly going in the dark Forrest, he yells out. “WHERE ARE YOU?!?!”. Pointing and waving the flashlight left to right, he sees nobody, nothing but trees are darkness. The monster is watching the inn keeper walking in the dark woods. He continues to walk through the woods while yelling out. “HELLO?!?! ARE YOU THERE?!?!”. Strangely, no response, “AGAIN, ARE YOU OUT HERE?!?!”, said the Inn Keeper. Still nothing, he decides to go back to the cabin while speaking out. “Ah, those damn youngsters! Gotta be pulling a prank like this in this time of night.”. As he exits out the woods, the monster slowly follows him, nut stays in the woods. The monster watches the inn keeper going inside the cabin. The inn keeper closes the door and suddenly the power is back on. “Well, thank god for the lights being back on, but where were you 5 minutes ago, when I needed it the most?”, said the Inn Keeper. The monster continues to stalk the cabin.

The gang arrives at the creek, due to the moonlight it’s not too dark. “The creek looks nice and beautiful.”, said Michelle. Steven looks to his eft and notices a bunch of rocks and sticks, all piled up. “Isaac, look, natural has provided us a gift.”, said Steven. Isaac looks at his left, then speaks out, as Steven walks towards the pile of sticks and rocks. “Will you look at that, nature did the work for us.”. “Okay, well, you go help out Steven and make the fire, while the girls and I, relax and watch you guys work, and maybe laugh at both of your humiliation.”, said Becky. The girls chuckles. “You girls are cold!”, said Isaac. “We love you too.”, said Becky. Isaac goes on to help out Steven, Steven picks up the sticks, as isaac picks up the rocks. Leon goes on to help as well, picking ip falling sticks and rocks. The guys goes on to make the fire. “C’mon, let’s go relax, drink beer, and watch the stars.”, said Becky. The girls goes towards the the creek, then each fixing their chair and sits. “Everything is all set up now. Who has the matches?”, said Isaac. “I do!”, said Becky. She pasesses the matches to him. “Steven, grab a leaf.”, said Isaac. Steven grabs an old dried out leaf, holding it up against himself. Isaac lights up the leaf, as Steven slowly placing it underneath the pile of sticks. The fire grew and grew, blighting at least the area they’re at. “And let there be light!”, said Isaac. The guys are finished setting up the fire, and now fixing their chairs. Just before the guys sits down, honking noises occurs. Everyone turns around to see Eric’s truck parking. Becky speaks out, as Eric exits out the truck with a football. “Well, it’s the royal annoyingness.” “You know you love it!”, said Eric. ‘“You wish!”, said Becky. “Whatever. Anyways, you guys wanna throw football?”, said Eric. “I’m in! I’m kind wanna do something physical.”, said Isaac. “Count me in.”, said Steven. “I’ll pass. I’ll just relax.”, said Leon. The guys are walking towards the creek and starts to through the football to each-other.

[tikuskampungonline]

In the fifties Kebayoran Baru district was considered a less favored suburb as a place of residence. In the 1960 years the area was already a first-class area, elite residential. Today Kebayoran Lama is now considered a suburb of the capital, although it will soon become a nice residential area.

In January 1963, a friend of a Deparlu officer bought a house in Kebayoran Lama district. The price is cheap, the yard is spacious and the house is large, consisting of three rooms that can be divided into a guest room, living room, dining room.

On the first day the friend came to the house with the owner, the house that seems to have been deliberately emptied for a long time was shrouded in silence. But as the friend headed back, suddenly he heard the sound of many children playing. But strangely he did not see a single child inside and outside the House.

He was about to ask this to the owner of the house, but somehow the intention was canceled. In one of the rooms, when the friend opened the door to take a look at the situation in it, he suddenly heard the sound of children clenching, as if seeing something terrible.

This time the friend did not silence anymore, he asked the owner of the house if he heard anything.

"Something what?” again asked the owner of the House.

“The voices of children are deafening.”

The one who has a house shakes his head, but his face changes noticeably.

“Maybe the voices of the village children there are heard up here.”

Those words made sense to my friend. A week later he bought the house and moved in with his wife, three children and two assistants.

The first day until the night can be said that the new residents were busy cleaning the House, arranging furniture and all other household contents.

While cleaning the front windows, the friend's wife suddenly said to her husband. “Eh, I feel like I hear the sound of children clenching!”

The man looked unprepared at his wife. “Ah that's right .... scream How does it mean?”

“The kids are shocked. Or fear. The sound seems distant, but I'm sure it's inside this house.

Actually, a few minutes ago I have also heard the voices of children crowded once. It's like a joke. Again, I think it's our kids. But they're all asleep ....”

The friend remembered his experience when he first came to look at the House. "Maybe.”

"How Could It Be, Ma'am?"ask his wife when she doesn't continue.

“No, nothing.” my friend finally shut up. His heart began to feel uneasy. But this was not told to his wife.

One evening before maghrib, the friend and his wife had just returned from visiting an acquaintance who was about to go on a pilgrimage, when they saw their youngest son (a seven-year-old boy) engrossed in playing alone. But the attitude and the words that came out of his mouth showed that at that time he was not playing alone! Every now and then he spoke while mentioning Tono's name. When the two men approached, their son suddenly shouted. “Demand, Evy .... don't go. Let's keep playing ....”

“Who are you talking to, Ivan?"ask your friend's son.

“Tono with Evy. We played together. But they kept going.”

The couple looked at each other.

"Tono and Evy, where are they?"I asked my friend's wife with a shrill voice.

“Just left. "I didn't see you,” Ivan replied.

Such incidents took place often until finally the friend learned of one tragic event that set the background for all these events.

About six months earlier the man who owned the House had a picnic out of town with his wife and young children named Tono and Evy. While on the way home the car was driven slip due to slippery asphalt by rain. The car overturned, went into a small rocky river with steep inclines. Both men were seriously injured but survived. Both of their children died in the hospital.

***

When walking on a street in the Jatinegara area suddenly rain fell profusely. Supartono, an officer Dept. P.U.T.L. looking for shelter. The nearest is a semi-finished building. Incidentally there is a guard and Supartono asked for permission to shelter.

As they smoke, they talk. Supartono then asked who the owner of the House has not been so. Apparently it has not been continued for a long time. The guard told him that the house belonged to a Chinese man who for some reason had stopped construction.

“No government permission ?"asked Supartono.

The guard shook his head. “There is a ghost."he said later.

For a moment Supartono was silent.

“Do you believe in ghosts?”

“Just believe. What a ghost ....?”

The guard then explained that six months ago the new building was actually a revision of an old building. When the old building was demolished, the workers did frivolously until the roof of the house hit the two children of the owner of the House who was playing congklak. Both died at that moment.

The construction of the House continued, but the owner and his family did not feel comfortable living there anymore. They always remember their two sons who died. And what makes them most unpleasant is, certain nights they hear the sound of children who have died playing congklak. They then moved to other areas and the construction of houses so stuck.

“If ghosts are like that, I don't believe it."said Supartono red.

“If you don't believe Oom can prove itself. Come the day after next Tuesday."said the guard defiantly.

On the night mentioned that Supartono really come. It was about half past one in the morning. He was with the guards waiting without anyone making a sound. About half an hour later, I heard two girls talking. In the distance living room vaguely audible stone in throwing to a wooden board. The sound of congklak seeds pitted noisy. Lamat-lamat giggling voice echoed in the darkness of the building, flashlight in the grip of Supartono dim turned off himself.

“Om now believe?"ask the builder.

Supartono swallowed, nodding his head. He didn't say much, then walked away. The building now houses a private company

[violet-lazer]

Divine Interference

Content / Warnings : Copia/Reader, Explicit, Seriously very NSFW, Gender-Neutral Reader, Oral Sex, Handjob content, Previous Papas are alive and thriving. 3.7k words. Thanks, please enjoy! (AO3 link here)

Terzo does you a favour. Copia gets on his knees. You make extended eye contact with a rodent.

“I don’t think he’s coming,” you say idly, doing your best impression of someone successfully ignoring the atmosphere creeping up on them with the subtlety of a particularly large brick.

You can’t do another second of this. It’s twenty- ah - twenty one minutes past eight, Terzo is unspeakably late to the meeting he’d organised, and if you open your legs a little bit on this too-small couch you’ll be touching Copia’s thigh with your own.  

Beside you, Copia sighs, abandoning his attempt to decipher the DVD cover of the arthouse film the three of you were supposed to be watching. He tosses it aside and fixes you with an apologetic gaze, brows knitted into the frown that reminds you it’s Copia, not Papa tonight.

“I’m sorry. I’ve tried to call him, what, five times? He isn’t picking up.” Reaching into his pocket, he retrieves his phone and presses redial.

You watch it ring out together. 

This is less than ideal. Copia’s room is in definite danger of veering into the wrong side of warm, the open window doing little to alleviate the closeness of the summer air. When he adjusts himself on his seat to face you more fully you’re struck with the sudden thought that, actually, you might fit quite nicely on the couch if you were both horizontal. 

And there it was, the dangerous tip of the scales that Terzo usually balanced. It’s always the same dance when the three of you meet; you show up, Copia and Terzo drench you in compliments, you flirt a little, and then you settle into whatever you have planned for the night together. And it’s fine, it’s fine, when they’re both there and there’s no chance of the night spilling over the edge of consequence. There’s nothing in it when it’s banter with men you’ve had an easy accord with for years, your friends, the first and second people at the Ministry to offer you a glass of wine upon your promotion to Sister Imperator’s personal assistant. Doesn’t mean a thing when you glance from Terzo’s casual smile to Copia’s earnest gaze and your heart does its best to rocket out of your chest. 

Tonight, though, you’re in your second most fuckable outfit (you have a list, ranked), Copia is close enough that you can see each individual strand of grey at his temples and it would be oh, almost comically trivial to reach over and-

“We could…start without him?” Copia offers, gesturing towards the unopened bottle of wine on the table before you. “The wine, at least. Terzo can pay the late tax, eh? This is the good stuff and I would much rather share it with you.” He says it so directly that you suddenly find the weight of his gaze almost unbearable.

“Yeah,” you say. “That sounds nice! I’ll try to- I’ll try and get hold of him one last time.”

You stand perhaps a little too quickly and retrieve your phone from where you’d left it next to Copia’s rat enclosure - your photo gallery would be as bad as his in no time and it did not help that he kept making hats for them - and scroll through your contacts. Behind you, Copia busies himself uncorking the wine. 

“I wouldn’t be offended if he doesn’t pick up,” he says, beginning to pour a glass. “I think his phone is broken, perhaps? Most of the time it just rings forever.”

You push the call button. It rings once, and-

“Yes?”

The sound of pouring wine stops immediately. You duck into Copia’s bathroom. 

“Terzo? Where are you?” On the other end of the line you can hear a substantial amount of background chatter.

“Hm? I’m at a small gathering of friends drinking a tiny margarita,” Terzo says, tone infuriatingly casual. “Why?”

You take a moment to temper your voice before you respond. “Because you’re supposed to be at this small gathering of friends? The one you arranged?”

“Oh, yes,” he says languidly. “I’m not coming.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, and you must believe me, I fully intended to come. I was looking forward to putting myself down between you on that tiny couch and watching the two of you flirt awkwardly around me.” 

There’s a pause, and you hear him take a sip of his drink. “But then I thought, ah, Terzo, look at the bigger picture. It has been months of all the glancing, and the touching, and the longing, and the not fucking for some reason and it is starting to wear a little thin. Obviously it is too distracting to have me there so I thought I would remove myself from the situation and let you, ah, crack on. So that is what I am doing.”

You take a moment to gather your thoughts. The bathroom door is slightly ajar, and through the gap you can see that Copia has settled himself back down and is circling the contents of his glass idly, waiting for you. You pace further into the bathroom and take a seat on the edge of the bathtub.

“So,” you say, voice low and steady, “you’ve gone to all this trouble purely so I can what? Seduce Copia?”

“If you want to put it so coarsely,” he laughs. “But seriously, get a move on. You’ve become much less fun since your promotion so I must assume the delay is a professionalism thing.”

Well, it was rude, but he was right. Truthfully, you’d pulled back from the pair once you were Officially Sister Imperator’s Personal Assistant in what some could name a too-late attempt to quell your own paranoia- the last thing you wanted as you settled into your role were whispers of nepotism, questions about your merit. So you threw yourself into your work, flirted less at parties. And they’d noticed, of course. Copia didn’t stand as close as he used to. You missed the casual brush of his arm.

“I didn’t want people thinking I wasn’t capable-”

Terzo scoffs. “You must be very into self-flagellation as I do not think anyone could care less. And what, what if someone thought you got the job because you were fucking a Papa, eh? Then you should fuck a Papa! Or two, for good measure,” he adds.

You file that one away for later.

“I mean,” he continues, “don’t do anything you don’t want to. But if you want to….ah…I’m just saying it would be a good opportunity.”

You have another little peek through the gap in the door. Copia is fiddling with the TV remote and oh, he’s rolled up his sleeves. Fuck. You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

“Hypothetically,” you begin quietly, “if I was interested…”

“Yeeees?” Terzo says, with a smugness that makes your fingers twitch.

“Then what am I supposed to do? How do I…open?”

“What, you need me to tell you how to screw someone?” He barks out a laugh. “Come on now. Just give him a hint, eh? Better- be honest. Tell him what you want. He responds well to direction. I have- yes I’m coming Omega give me a second- I have faith in you! Okay. Have fun! Okay. Bye!”

The line goes dead, and as you pull the phone away from your ear you realise you’ve been gone for longer than you intended. Shit. Without thinking, you stride back into the bedroom. Copia tears his gaze away from the television and shifts as if you’ve caught him off-guard.

“Ah, you’re back!” he says, fixing you with a bright smile. “That was Terzo?”

You nod. Immediately afterwards, you become excruciatingly aware that you now don’t quite know what to do with yourself. You’re hovering next to Copia’s lava lamp and you’re not sure what to do with your hands. Do people stand like this? 

“Right,” he frowns. “So he can answer when it suits him. Understood. What did he have to say for himself?”

“He’s not coming,” you relay. “He’s at a… gathering.”

“I see," says Copia. “That’s very rude of him. Well. Do you still want to, er, watch the movie? It might be good. I think it’s French. But Terzo did pick it so,” he shrugs, “who knows.”

“We can find out,” you say, and he smiles.

Copia pats the seat next to him in invitation. You settle down, quietly mirroring his position- you’re turned slightly towards each other- and he passes you a glass of wine. Thank Lucifer, something to do with your hands. He’s halfway to the remote when you begin:

“He said-”

And then you stop. Copia pauses, looks at you questioningly, waits for you to continue. Which you don’t, because if you do, you’re setting a conversation into motion that could go either very well or extremely poorly. A conversation that relies on the oft-shaky communication between your brain and your mouth with a man, a Papa at that, who you really fancy. Maybe you should just go home. Copia raises an eyebrow.

“Hmmm? He said..?”

You realise you’ve already done it. “He said,” you venture, “that he thought it would be nice for us to spend some time together. Er, alone.”

“Oh.” Copia responds. 

You should elaborate. Instead, you glance over to your left, over the back of the couch and to the room beyond, and promptly make eye contact with one of the rats. It’s staggeringly hard to look away when you know the alternative is looking back at Copia, and also neither you nor the rat has blinked for what feels like an eternity. You fold first.

“I didn’t plan this.” Copia’s voice drags you back to him. “I mean- I didn’t ask him to do this, just so you know. No subterfuge.”

“I know! It didn’t even cross my mind, you wouldn’t-”

“I wouldn’t-” He shakes his head. “Ah, am I protesting too much? I’m incriminating myself here.”

You laugh. “I’ve rumbled you.”

“But,” he says, “I am certainly not complaining. I feel as though I have not seen you in an age.”

It’s been five weeks since your promotion. Five weeks since you began spending less time reading in Copia’s office and more time poring over Sister Imperator’s schedule, taking breaks at odd hours, eating at your desk instead of in the dining hall where, inevitably, Terzo would’ve joined you. You’re good at this. You interviewed well. This is all you.

You take a sip of wine. “Well, you know. Sister Imperator keeps me busy. Lots of er, ghoul admin. I’m sorry if I’ve been a bit…distant.”

“There is no need to apologise. I understand. From what I hear, you’re doing an exceptional job. She’s lucky to have you.” His fingers tighten around the stem of his glass. “As anyone would be.”

Now, what you want to say is something like you can have me if you want but that feels absolutely unhinged. “Thank you,” is what you manage. And then you surprise yourself: 

“I’ve missed you.”

There’s a clock, somewhere, punctuating the silence that now hangs between you. He’s looking at you with an expression you can’t quite place, and you’re sure you’re looking back at him with all the elegance of a deer in headlights. Copia glances briefly down at the wine in his hand, before gently placing it on the floor. He clicks the TV off and sets the remote next to his glass. And then he looks up at you, gaze direct and firm, and you want him to split you in half.

“May I ask you something?” Copia says.

“Yes.”

“Alrighty.” When he speaks again it’s a low, measured rumble. “Do you want to be alone like this? You and I?”

Here he is. It’s always a spectacle when Copia turns it on, no matter how many times you witness it; at Mass, in meetings, in the presence of distinguished visitors to the Ministry. You’ve observed him enough during your years in the clergy to become innately familiar with the change in register, the tilt of the chin, the fire in the eyes that accompanies Papa Emeritus IV when he desires something. And he’s looking at you.

“Yeah,” you say, heart hammering in your throat. “I do.”

Copia nods slowly. He’s leaning towards you, tentative hand outstretched to ghost your fingertips with his own. The absence of his touch is excruciating. 

“Is there…anything else you want?”

Fucking hell, this is it. He’s handed you the tinder and you’re fumbling to light it.

At your hesitation, Copia pauses. “Please tell me if I’m overstepping.”

Overstepping. As if you haven’t spent a disgraceful amount of time imagining the way his hands would feel on you; didn’t have a mental list of surfaces in the Ministry he could bend you over. As if you haven’t imagined him underneath you, needy, begging you to let him finish. But here, now, he’s waiting for permission and you can feel that clock ticking away your chances of getting fucked with each passing second of silence.

“You’re not overstepping. I want this. You. It’s- it’s obvious. But-” you say, because you might as well- “I’m not very good at this part.”

He chuckles lightly, reaching out to take your glass and set it beside his. Finally, finally, he covers your hand with his own, tracing a lazy circle on your skin with his thumb. “I am trying very hard not to fuck this up also. Then, can I tell you what I want?”

“Tell me.”

“Are you sure? It is quite graphic.” He raises an eyebrow teasingly.

You permit yourself that which you’d decreed a final, fated action, shuffling closer and allowing your thigh to touch Copia’s. "Tell me.”

“I want,” he says, “to touch you. I want to show you how I desire you. How I ache for you. I want to make you come, with my tongue, and my hands, and my cock, until you are sated, and then many more times after. I want to kiss you-” He pauses. “Actually, I think I should have started with that one. I want to kiss you until I am full of the taste of you. Does that sound… agreeable to you?”

“Fuck.”

“Is that a yes?”

“It's a yes. Please.”

“Good.”

You don’t know who leans in first but that’s alright because he’s kissing you, an initial tenderness giving way to fervent lust when he pushes his tongue into your mouth. He tastes of the wine you’ve abandoned, and his hand is warm on your cheek. You kiss eagerly, ardently, and there are months of desire condensed into the sigh he breathes into your mouth. You want him on top of you. Chasing the pressure of his weight to hold you in place, your hands are in his hair, luring him forwards. He gets the hint, shifting backwards- you protest as he pulls away- and his hands drop to your hips, tugging you lower on the couch. And then he’s on you, pressing your back into the seat cushions - look, you do fit - teeth grazing your lips before his tongue is in your mouth again.

Aching for some friction, you shimmy to free your legs and wrap them tightly around his hips. In response, he grinds down onto you, and at the junction of your bodies you can feel it; he’s incredibly, incredibly hard. The ache in the pit of your stomach is nigh-unbearable and you push upwards but it’s not enough, not while there’s fabric between you and his cock and you need to touch him and you need him to touch you-

“Fuck,” he breathes into your ear. “You are perfect. I need to-” he presses kisses to your neck, working his way down to your collarbone- “ please let me go down on you.”

“Yes. Absolutely yes.”

He draws back, regards you firmly with a hunter’s glint in his eye. “Let me get on my knees.”

Gladly. You release your legs and he clambers off you, pulling you into a seated position. You busy yourself with your fastenings as he settles in front of you, knees to the hardwood floor, eyeing you as you discard your layers until just the thin barrier of your underwear remains. Gently, reverentially, he slides his hands up your thighs and hooks his fingers underneath your waistband, tugging downwards, laying you bare before him.

 “Thank you, ” he says, and then his mouth is on you. Within moments it’s almost too much; hot, wet, eager strokes of his tongue, the sort that mean you can’t help but roll your hips forwards, the grip of his hands on your thighs, the sight of him between your legs, ah shit, you might -

And then he stops abruptly, lips moving to your inner thighs, grazing kisses along your skin. The tension in your legs dissipates. You look at him, aghast.

“Copia, please, ” you whine, and he has the audacity to laugh.

“Now, now. You’re making this too easy for me.”

That shouldn’t get you going, but it does. When he puts his mouth on you again it’s slower, languid, teasing. He brings up one hand to work you with confident, practised ease, tearing breathy swears out of you; you knot your fingers in his hair and try not to buck upwards. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he discovers what makes you squirm, how to touch you, the ministrations that make his name spill from your lips. With his free hand, he reaches out and laces your fingers together. Fuck. Your heart is hammering and you’re not going to last and he can feel it, of course he can, with the way your legs are tensing and you’re rutting against him in rhythm and you’re going to come. His eyes are fixed on yours as you tip over the edge, his mouth full of you as you ride out the waves of your orgasm together.

Spent, you tip your head back to catch your breath for a moment, before pulling him upwards by your still-joined hands. He lowers himself over you, straddling your hips, and presses his forehead to yours.

“Well. You seemed to enjoy that, yes?” There’s a faint smile on his face, a quirk of the lips that suggests he’s feeling relentlessly proud of himself. You’re almost tempted to tell him you’ve had better, but considering you were both present when he made you fold in about a minute and a half it might be a bit of a hard sell. Honesty, then.

“That was, yeah. Perfect.”

It would be ignorant of you, in this position, not to be acutely aware of the fact that his cock was still straining against his trousers. Frankly, it was hard to miss. 

“I want to make you come,” you say, fingers reaching up to his belt buckle. “It’s only fair. And you might take my eye out with that if I don’t.”

Copia laughs. “Well. In the interest of safety…” Deftly, he helps you unbuckle his belt and shift his trousers down to free his cock. Your fingers tighten around him and his breath catches in a way that threatens to awaken some sort of god complex in you. “How do you like it?” you say breathlessly. He closes his fingers over yours, securing your grip on his cock. 

“You can be a little rough with me.”

Anything. Anything he wants. Palming the head of his dick, you note he’s already slick with precum. You take your time working it down his length, and he’s watching your every move with palpable anticipation. When you begin pumping his cock, the sound that escapes him is more than worth the months you’ve been waiting for this. Oh, he’s vocal. Your range of movement isn’t the best- still constrained by the trousers around his thighs, but it’s enough. Adjusting your grip, your free hand settles on the back of his neck and he pushes forward into a desperate kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and the air is thick with the wet, lascivious sound of you working his cock interspersed with his loud, needy moans.

“Faster,” he grunts, and you comply. There’s a twinge of cramp in your wrist that’s attempting to become a problem but it doesn’t matter, fuck, it doesn’t matter because Copia’s saying your name and you want to make him come so hard he forgets his own. His kisses are messier, now, he’s gasping into your mouth and rocking his hips into you and oh, here it comes. His breath hitches and he spills into your hand, cock twitching as you stroke him through his release. 

Copia pulls back and examines the mess he’s made of you. To your credit, you caught most of it, but seeing as one’s hand is an imperfect cum receptacle a good amount is seeping through your fingers and onto your stomach.

“Oop,” he says.

You swipe a little bit onto his cheek and he has the decency not to look affronted. 

“Was that alright?” you venture.

Copia takes your face in his hands. “You are a dream. I could die a happy man tonight. Though I hope I don’t, as I fear you may become suspect number one if there is any…DNA tracing.” He laughs and presses a kiss to your nose.

“I’d better get rid of the evidence then,” you say. “Help me up.”

“Of course.”

Copia climbs off you, helps you gather your clothes, and gives you an encouraging pat on the arse as you head off to the bathroom to clean yourself up. When you return, he’s on the far side of the room, straightening his bedsheets somewhat frantically. 

“So I was thinking, eh, it would be nice if you stayed the night? If you want to.”

He’s flushed, projecting an energy more nervous than when he was gearing up to kiss you, fidgeting slightly. You smile and extend your hand; he pulls you towards the bed and before you know it you’re underneath him once again and his breath is hot in your ear.  

“It occurs to me,” he says between kisses, “that we have not watched the movie.”

“Oh. Yeah. I’ll be honest, it looked shit.”

He laughs. “Maybe next time, ah?” he murmurs, and he’s slipping his fingers under your waistband. “We are busy tonight.”

[zujime]

Imagine Josuke confessing his love to his female crush at a house party leading them to a steamy make-out session (tongues and all) while the song "Canned Heat" by Jamiroquai plays in the background.

CANNED HEAT

josuke x f!reader ￫  [w.c – 0.53k]

CW ￫ not really sfw, make out, house party, aged up, confession

unedited and possible grammar errors

A/N ￫ i decided to make this a little drabble, if you don’t mind. i hope you enjoy also the song was a bop bro! shaking ass to it as we speak🤪

You'd been dragged to this little party by a friend who had already left you astray. Plastic cup in hand and all it held was watered down soda that you doubt you'd ever get to since social gathering weren't really on your list of things to do, at least not right now at this minute.

The sound of laughter and chatter nearly growing louder than the funky music that played on the cassette deck and the stench of cigars and cigarettes becoming too profound for your liking, so for some fresh air you decide to head outside. The refreshing humidity of the air gently meeting your skin as you lean back on the house's exterior.

You're finally able to think, but the faint sound of whispers and the front door opening and closing, a somewhat tall man stumbling out and turning back to scold who ever had pushed him out, but stopped when he met your soft eyes. His face flushed a bright pink as he struggles to let out a simple "hey", hands stuffed in his pants as his eyes bounced everywhere, lips sealed tight as he tried to think of something else to say.

You chuckle out a greeting back, shifting to stand up straight and meet his anxious orbs. "So...what're you doing here?" He questioned, clearing his throat every now and again. "A friend dragged me along and they seem to be having the time of their life right now," you nod towards the window, the faint cheers mixed with the music that played was all that was heard. "And what about you? You don't look like you came for the party either." Your voice entrancing as he tries to catch himself from saying anything stupid. "Err... I guess you could say the same for me. I'm not really a party person." He laugh a little too loudly.

"Really? I could've sworn I saw someone who looked just like you showing off a few moves." You giggle as his face heats up, eyes blown wide as he tries to find something to say to prove you wrong, but all you say is a "it's fine, besides, you had some pretty nice moves." Your body growing closer to his, so close that you could hear his breath hitch and how he'd constantly swallow whatever saliva had built up, sweat threatening to drip from his face as struggles to stare into your orbs.

"I hope this doesn't ruin the moment, but I-I've liked you for some time and-" The softness of your plump lips bringing his sentence to a close. His hands finding their place on your hips as yours on his neck, his body relaxing to your touch as he pushes you closer into him. The kiss was messy but intoxicating, his tongue pleading to explore your mouth and you let him, let your tongues circle and dance with one another, saliva mixing in the process but the sweet kiss soon comes to an end, leaving your lips swollen.

A smile growing on your lips as you whisper a "can I get your name?" He'd still been a bit dazed but ushered out a small "yeah" before giving you an answer.