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𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑲𝑨𝑰 - 𝑲𝑨𝑰 𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵

"Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

PART ONE <-

(extremely explicit, kai being...kai)

•••

After what me and Kai did the other day, I’ve been avoiding him, I still show up to some of his meetings just to be there but I don’t talk to him. I figure that if I stay out of his way long enough, he might forget. But deep down, I know he wouldn’t, because he said so himself. And it makes my stomach flip to even think about, because there is no way Kai is ever going to forget.

He is the type of man who would make sure to never forget a single detail. And he will describe it you, with such vivid, filthy detail, that you won't be able to remember, not with your own memory. Kai will make sure you relive it over and over.

But the way Kai looks at me, the way he is looking at me now, I know that he won't forget. He is too busy remembering every last bit. And when he tells me what we did, I will remember it, because he will make it sound the most graphic, dirty, erotic thing in the world.

"You've been avoiding me," he says, stepping in front of me. I look down at the floor, hoping that if I act as if I didn't hear him, that he would go away.

"I see," he says. "So that's how you want to play."

"No," I say, looking up at him. "That's not what I-"

"Shhh, it's okay. You don't have to explain yourself," he says, running his finger along my jawline. I roughly move it away.

"What do you want from me?" I ask, looking at him.

"You already know," he answers, staring into my eyes. "We both know.”

He is right. I do know. “Why?”

"I've already told you, I want to be inside you, baby," he whispers, grabbing my arm and pulling me in closer to him. I gasp, and his lips are so close to mine that I can taste his breath.

"I want you, baby," he growls, grabbing my hand and pressing it against the hard length in his jeans. "And I'm not letting go until I get it."

I try and push him off of me, but he grips my wrist tighter, and his hand goes into my hair, and his lips are on my neck, his tongue is tasting my skin, and his teeth are scraping across my pulse.

"Fuck, baby, you taste so good," he murmurs against my skin. "I need more."

"Please, Kai, stop," I whimper, feeling myself give in. “I know you loved what i did to you the other day, you were so wet for me, weren't you?"

He moves my hand up and down his cock, and I moan, feeling him harden underneath me. He lets go of my hand and moves his down, unbuttoning his pants.

"Kai, no, I don't want this, please," I beg, knowing I am lying. I can't help myself. I love what he is doing to me, and I want it. “Yes you do, you’ve been wanting this since the moment we met. We both know that, baby. You can't hide anything from me."

He shoves his pants down, and I reach up, grabbing onto his shoulders for support. He wraps his hand around my throat, pushing me against the wall, and I gasp.

"Fuck, baby, do you feel that? How hard you make me?" he groans, his other hand moving up my shirt. He pinches my nipple and I moan. "Kai," I whisper, tears filling my eyes.

"You're so wet for me, aren't you, baby?" he asks, sliding his fingers inside me. "No, I'm not," I whimper, my legs shaking.

"Fuck, yes, you are. Just admit it. You want this. You want me, baby," he whispers, pressing his thumb to my clit. I let out a loud moan. “Fuck..”

"Yes, Kai, please, please fuck me," I whimper, tears streaming down my face, I had to let go, I couldn’t hold it anymore. He moves his hands to the hem of my dress, and slowly slides it up.

“Such a good girl for me, aren't you?" he purrs. He pulls down my panties, and I shiver, the cool air hitting my sensitive, wet folds. "You want this, huh?" he asks, rubbing his cock against me. I nod, and he grins.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. You've been wanting this since the moment you laid eyes on me, baby," he says, his voice low and gravely. He moves it to my entrance, and I moan, feeling the head of it enter me.

"Please," I whisper, begging. "Begging for it, are you?" he chuckles, pushing into me. "Don't worry, baby, you're gonna get it."

"Yes, Kai, please, just fuck me," I whimper, wrapping my arms around his neck, clinging onto him. I gasp when I feel his hand around my throat, and he slams his cock into me, making me scream.

"That's it, baby," he whispers, fucking me hard and fast. "Oh fuck, yes, yes, yes," I whimper, feeling his hand on my ass, his fingers digging into my skin.

"You feel so fucking good," he groans, pounding into me, and I moan, my eyes rolling back. "Fuck, baby," he groans, thrusting harder. “So tight, so fucking wet, so fucking good. Fuck."

I wrap my legs around him, and he groans, gripping my ass harder. "I love when you beg, baby. You sound so fucking sexy," he says, and I whimper, my back arching.

"Fuck, Kai," I cry, my nails digging into his back. He slams into me harder, and I let out a scream, feeling him hit the spot that drives me crazy. “Right there, Kai, oh god, yes!"

"Fucking come for me, baby," he groans, his voice thick and husky.

"Kai," I sob, my orgasm tearing through me, making my legs shake and my body tremble.

"Fuuuuck," he groans, coming with me, his body shuddering. He collapses against me, his cock twitching inside me. "Oh my god," I whimper, my whole body shaking, and I fall into his arms.

I hear a small chuckle leave his mouth, he removes himself from inside me and tucks himself back in his pants. I take this as a chance to pull my panties back up and pull my dress down.

“That’s all I wanted, you can go now.”

•••

a/n: my mann Kai..

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how the evan’s react to false accusations/accused of cheating.

poll results for this fic: 63%

•••

evan:

- when you question him, he laughs at first

- he realizes your serious and immediately denies it

- he gets a little nervous when you start talking about breaking up

- shows you his phone

- if you’re still not convinced, he’ll try a little harder.

“Baby, no, I-I I didn’t cheat on you! I promise!” Evan says, genuinely. “Stop lying, Evan! I saw the picture with you and that girl!” He gets confused by your sentence but then soon realizes what you meant by it. “No, no, it was nothing like that! She’s just my friend. I can even show you the texts between us!”

- Once he shows you the texts, you automatically feel embarrassed.

“See? I told you! Nothing happened, Y/n, I would never do that to you. Never.” He reassured. “I..I’m sorry, Evan..I…I’m so sorry..I’m so stupid for believing you ever would do that..” Evan shakes his head. “No, baby, you’re not stupid…I understand I haven’t been around you that much.. it’s just..work is so time consuming..” He explains, “I know, Evan…I..I’m sorry for not trusting you..”

- Afterwards, Evan doesn’t really mention it, he’s just happy you believed him.

•••

pre-death baby tate:

- reassures you that there is no one else.

- he kind of likes that you’re jealous because it really shows you’re invested in him.

- of course he’ll deny it

- he tells you’re the only one he’s been with.

- when you mention breaking up with him, he gets a little scared.

“Wait, Y/n, don’t act crazy, I never cheated on you. Me and her were just talking, nothing else happened, I swear!” Tate comes closer, trying to hold her hands but she refuses. “Don’t touch me, Tate! I don’t believe you! We’re done!”

- his heart drops.

- tries to convince you in every way possible that he wasn’t cheating

- he starts getting emotional.

“Please, y/n, I wouldn’t lie to you about this! I swear I didn’t do anything..p-please…y-you gotta believe me..I didn’t it..please..please..don’t leave..”

- he was practically on his knees.

- he looks at you with those teary eyes and you start to believe him.

“I’m sorry..Tate…I just…I don’t know what gotten into me..I-I should’ve trusted you…”

- he smiles, wiping away his tears

- he pulls you in for a embrace and holds you tightly.

“It’s fine..y/n, it’s fine..you know I would never do that to you, right? You know I love you so much..”

- same with Evan, he’s just glad you believed him and didn’t break up with him just because of a assumption.

•••

A/n: I’m gonna do a part two later or idk we’ll see

#ahs #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #american horror story #evan peters #james patrick march #jimmydarling #jpm #kai anderson #austinsommers #ahs coven #ahs asylum #tate langdon

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for the tate langdon one, do you guys want it to be explicit or not? if you don’t really care which one it is, don’t say anything. If you do want it explicit, say it in the comments. If you don’t want it, also say it in the comments.

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i love your writing sm, all your fics are absolutely perfect oh my god

omg, thank you so much!!!❤️❤️

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𝑨 𝑪𝑹𝑼𝑬𝑳 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬 - 𝑷𝑹𝑬-𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑫𝑶𝑵

"No, don’t lie to me...”

•••

Tate held me in his arms strongly as I rested my head onto his chest, hearing his heart beat. I had calmed down since I was sobbing early. It was just so much stress and so much weight on my shoulders that eventually I just had to let it out.

Thankfully, Tate helped me by doing the best he could. I was lucky to have him by my side, “Are you okay now?” He mumbled, rubbing his hand against my back softly.

I nod slowly, glancing up at him. “Yeah.” I muttered, tiredly, closing my eyes. Minutes pass and I feel Tate’s hand touch mine, he began to caress the top of it causing me to smile a little. But then I felt him hover over my wrist. My eyes instantly shot open and pushed I his hand away. "Don't." I hissed.

“You’re doing it again, aren’t you?” He murmured, frowning. “I’m not.” It was evident in my tone and my facial expression that I was lying but it was worth trying. “No, don’t lie to me..” He says, sounding hurt. His face softened. I couldn't take it anymore, he was right.

"I’m not!” I raised my voice.

Silence.

I took a deep breath, trying not to cry again, I was so done with crying but those tears started to swell up . Tate pulled me closer to him and hugged me. "Hey, don't cry." He cooed, "I just don’t want you doing this to yourself, baby. I love you, more than anything and seeing you like this..hurting yourself..breaks my heart."

I was speechless, no one had ever told me that before. Not even my mother. But then I remembered something.. “You think it doesn’t hurt me when I see those scars on you, either?” I mumbled.

He was surprised to hear me say that but he shook his head. "No, baby, I was…I was just..I was confused..that’s all..." He whispered, kissing my forehead. "But, I promise you I'll never do it again. And I need you to promise me you won’t do it, either."

I smiled lightly at him. “Only for you, Tate. Only for you.” He smiles brightly and leans down, kissing my lips. I kiss him back, then nuzzling my face in the crook of his neck. I closed my eyes, relaxing against him, on the verge of sleeping.

Then his voice spoke up. "Baby?"

"Hm?"

"Will you...will you tell me what happened between you and your family? I know it must've been bad, considering how you were acting..."

I sigh, "It’s honestly a long story,'ll tell you later, okay? I just want to relax right now." He nodded. “I understand, I know it’s been hard for you lately but I just want to let you know that I’m here and I always will be.” He reassured. “You’re the only person who really understands me, I appreciate you, Tate. I do.”

He smiles, "I love you, Y/n."

"I love you, too."

~~~

a/n: a boring one ik but there will be interesting ones soon

#ahs #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #american horror story #austinsommers #evan peters #james patrick march #jimmydarling #jpm #kai anderson

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𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑺 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑲𝑨𝑰 - 𝑲𝑨𝑰 𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵

"Now, be a good girl and serve the food.”

(slightly explicit, swearing, kai making suggestive comments, etc.)

poll results for this fic: 51.7 %

•••

I stirred the pasta that was inside of the pot, Kai and I were having dinner over at my place. He told me he wanted to talk about something important, there was a deep part inside me that knew he had nothing but bad to say. I mean, he has a cult and murders people for his own crazy reasons. But he surprisingly never disrespected me, well, he had before but not in a aggressive way. It’s only because I try not to piss him off even though sometimes he may say something that’s misogynistic and it takes every bone in my body for me not to retaliate.

Our “relationship” was weird. Very weird. He’ll often times make flirty remarks about my body or outfit. I’ll just ignore him or mumble a simple, “thanks,” to him. Now don’t get me wrong, Kai is a extremely attractive man, (If he wasn’t twisted I would’ve considered dating him) But I don’t know how I would even maintain a healthy relationship with him, given the obvious circumstances. Plus, I think he would only want me as a possession, not so much a significant other.

Speaking of Kai, I could feel his presence behind me. I ignored it, thinking he would walk away but he just came closer to my figure. I feel his veiny hands being placed on my waist, he grips gently onto it and pulls me closer to his body. I sigh, shaking my head. “Kai, stop it. I'm trying to make dinner here.”

He presses his hard-on against my backside and my eyes almost popped out my head. I gasp quietly, trying not to let him hear it. I feel his breath down on my neck. "What's the problem?" He muttered in my ear. "We can't do this." I tell him. "I won’t, Kai."

He chuckles darkly, his fingers playing with the hem of my shirt. "Oh, is that so? A week ago you've seemed to enjoy having me in your pretty little mouth." I swallow thickly. “That was a mistake. I won't do it again, Kai. Now can you please move away from me a little?" He laughed a little, nodding slowly. “Only because you asked so nicely."

He backed away from me and I sighed in relief. I went back to stirring the pasta but I could still feel those piercing eyes staring me. “You know..I’ve always loved when you put your hair like this..you look gorgeous..” he says, quietly. “Thanks, Kai.” I said, nonchalantly. He comes closer to me again, placing his hands onto my shoulders and rubbing them in a soft motion.

“You’re wet, aren’t you?” He says quietly into my ear. His hand smoothly moved its way down to stomach, slowly going lower. I stop his hand from going any further and I sigh. "I'm not doing this with you.” I push his hand away and continue stirring the pasta.

Kai groans. "Come on, baby."

"No, Kai. Please stop."

He puts his hand onto my back and slides it down, slowly and gently. I close my eyes and bite my lip. Trying not to make a noise, his hands go even lower and rubs my thigh.

I can't take it anymore.

"Kai, stop it."

He ignores my comment and starts rubbing the fabric of my panties. I bite my lip and whimper quietly.

"Kai," I sigh.

"Hm?” He smirks, and he puts his hand into my panties and strokes my clit. I whimper and grab his wrist, trying to get him off of me. "Stop. Stop touching me, Kai." I tell him sternly. "Or what, huh?" He mutters in my ear. I roll my eyes and continue trying to make him stop. He chuckles and kisses my neck, softly.

Temptation was starting to take over, I was getting so wet and I hated myself for it. His middle finger enters me and he begins stroking my walls.

"Kai.." I moan softly, my legs slightly shaking. He moves his finger in a scissor motion and then adds another. He picks up the pace, curling his fingers inside of me. My legs were becoming weak and shaky, he knew it. He was enjoying watching me fall apart, I knew it. “Oh gosh..” I set my hands on the countertop, my eyes rolling back.

"You want to cum?"

I nod quickly, and he laughs.

"No, say it. Use your words, baby."

"Please, Kai. Let me.." I moan. He speeds up the pace, curling his fingers into a hook and I begin to feel my release. “Fuck, oh shit. Don't stop, please.."

I moan loudly, my knees buckling and my hips moving along with his fingers. He continues to stroke me and I ride his fingers. I throw my head back on Kais s chest and he kisses my neck. "Cum on my fingers, baby. C'mon. You can do it. Cum for me."

I release all over his fingers and my panties were now soaked. Kai pulls his fingers out of my underwear and sucks them. I turn around and look up at him, I was panting hard and sweating.

"Now, be a good girl and serve the food." He says and pats my head. He walks out the kitchen and to the dining room. I look down at myself. My hands were shaking and my legs felt weak. I couldn't believe what just happened. I shake my head and try to gain composure, but it just happened so fast and so unexpected. I was hoping Kai would forget what just happened, but knowing him, he's gonna tease me about it all night.

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(idk about this one…)

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hello

not sure if you're already taking requests, but if so can i request something about kit walker being in briarcliff please?

thank you :)

𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑶𝑭 𝑯𝑶𝑷𝑬 - 𝑲𝑰𝑻𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑬𝑹

"I don’t know how much more of this I can take..”

(swearing, asylum stuff and mention of the mentally ill.)

LOW USE OF THE WORD “Y/N”

•••

Kit sat in his cell with his face down, thinking of how he was ever going to be able to leave this asylum. He was starting to lose that positive mind set of his, but who could blame him? Imagine staying in asylum for weeks, having unnecessary surgeries and constant beatings. Anyone would be pessimistic.

Then he started to think about his wife, Alma, he wanted to believe she was still alive but it was clear as day that she wasn’t, based off of what he remembered about that night. It was still all a blur to him and unbelievable. So far, since he’s been in here, he’s made a few friends. The one that really was on his mind was Y/n, he often thought about her a lot.

They both stuck together, they’ve tried finding ways to leave and aided each other when it was needed it. After while, he caught feelings for her but he wasn’t sure if she felt the same way. Knowing that he had a person in here who would care for him and help him was reassuring, at least there was some comfort.

But she hasn’t been doing well, either. She was depressed, her anxiety was through the roof and she also felt like she wasn’t gonna make it out alive. But if she did, this experience would haunt and traumatize her forever, Kit too. It honestly was hell for everyone.

Kit’s hand slowly grazed over the scar on his wrist, those cuffs, he thought to himself. They made sure to put those cuffs on him tight, and when it’s happening everyday, you’re bound to have a few scars on your arms. Plus, Kit was constantly being taken to Dr.Arden’s room for whatever sick experiments Arden wanted to perform on him.

And Y/n...well, just say, she was getting her fair share of pain and suffering, too. She's had to go through things that would give a person nightmares. Kit sighed and looked up. "Why?" He said to himself. He knew that no one was going to answer his question, but he always asked anyway.

He laid down and thought about the times when he was happy, the times when he was free. It’s a shame that now he could only think about the past and not the future, it was the only thing that made him feel happy.

He heard footsteps coming closer to him, but it was more to the cell next to him, he wasn't sure if it was the warden or doctor but he was pretty sure that it was neither. Then he heard a female voice, it sounded like Y/n, he wasn't sure, though. He then heard the sound of the cell door closing, it sounded like someone got locked in.

He decided to call out, just to make sure it was her.

"Y/n?" He called.

"Yeah?” She said, tiredly.

"I…I just wanted to make sure you're alright." He replied, feeling a sense of relief now that he knew that she was okay.

"I'm fine, I guess, considering the fact that I’m in a place like this." She replied. “How are you? You don't sound good."

"I'm okay, I just..I don’t know what to do anymore. I mean, we haven't found a way out of here and I've been through so much and, I just feel hopeless. Like there's no reason for me to keep on trying. What's the point if we never find a way out?”

"I've had that same thought, Kit, and I think the same thing, but we can't lose hope. I know that this place is full of nothing but pain and torture, but we need to keep on hoping that there is a way out. We need to have a reason to keep on trying." She reassured.

"I want to believe that, but I'm not so sure anymore. It seems like we’re not getting out of here."

"Don't say that, Kit. There's no need for you to have a negative mind set, because you're never gonna get anywhere by thinking like that. Remember when I lost faith and you told me that we can't give up and I believed you, but now you're giving up. We've come too far to turn back now. We've been here for a long time, so let's just keep our head held high and we'll get through this. Together."

"What if I don't get out alive? What if something happens and I can't get out?"

"There’s always a risk..but there’s a chance that we could get out. Just don't let it consume you, don't give up hope."

"I can't do this." He said, his voice starting to crack.

"Yes, you can, Kit. You've been through so much in your life, why give up now?"

"Because, I feel like there's no reason for me to stay strong. Everyone thinks I’m just some murderer who can't feel any emotion."

"Kit, listen to me.” She said.

Kit stayed silent, waiting for her to speak again.

"You are not a murderer. I don’t believe you killed those women, it all just doesn’t make sense. You're a good person and I don't believe you did it. And no matter what anyone says, that's what I'll always believe. Because you're a kind-hearted man, you're not a murderer. Don't let their words get to you."

Kit stayed silent, trying to take in her words, trying to believe what she was saying.

"Thank you." He said. "For sticking up for me, you've been so supportive and kind, I don't know where I'd be without you."

"You helped me, Kit. You're a good person, and I want to see you out of here."

He smiled, even though she couldn't see it. He felt a bit better, knowing that there's still hope. “Will you please just..try for me, Kit? Try not to give up. It's hard for me, too, but we need to stick together, I'll be here for you, always."

"I promise." He replied. “I’ll try.”

•••

sorry if it’s not what you expected, wasn’t sure what to put.

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𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 - 𝑱𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺 𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯

“Unfortunately, you have to die now, darling..”

(murder, death, blood, and light swearing)

BARELY ACCURATE TO THE ACTUAL SHOW!!

•••

1979

My foot steps inside of the hotel and I immediately feel uneasy. Yet, when I look around the place, I see a completely normal and beautifully looking establishment, very vintage though I will say.

"Ma’am, can I help you?" The front desk attendant, a short middle-aged woman, asks me with a kind smile on her face. I finally take in the fact that was no where else to go, it's pouring rain outside and the wind is strong enough to almost knock me off my feet.

"Uh, how much does it cost for a room?” I asked, hearing the rain become more violent. "Well, we only have one room available for you right now, the rest are taken by other guests," She informs me. "It's a total of $300 for the entire night.” I squinted my eyes and tilted my head. That is a bit pricy, but I suppose it is worth the price if I don't have to worry about a car and it is storming out there.

"Okay, sure." I reached into my bag, grabbing my wallet, and handing the lady the money. She hands me a key from behind her. “Room 63.”

"Thanks," I say, taking the key.

I begin walking to the elevator. My hair is soaked, along with my clothes and everything I brought with me, which is very inconvenient. “Sorry, the elevators broken. You can take the stairs though, they're just over there." I look at her, she's smiling.

"Of course," I mumble under my breath. I walk to the stairs, feeling her eyes on me the entire time. In the back of my mind, something was telling me that I should have found a different place to stay. I mean, who would want to stay at a hotel that seems creepy? I begin to regret the decision as soon as I enter the staircase, the smell of mold is overpowering, the lighting is dim, and the air feels... thick.

I walk up the stairs, trying to not inhale the disgusting odor. I reach the 6th floor and my eyes land on the door. 63. My legs are getting tired and I am freezing from the wet clothes. I quickly insert the key into the keyhole, unlock the door and walk in. The door shuts behind me as soon as I step inside. I glance around the room and it's surprisingly nice, it looks exactly like a room in a fancy hotel, with the exception of the musty smell.

I set my purse onto the bed and look out the window. The rain has become even more violent and I'm pretty sure I can hear thunder and lightning. "What a fun trip," I mutter, sarcastically. I walk into the bathroom and turn on the light.

A scream rips from my throat, I stumble backwards and land on the wall. A dead rotting body is in the bathtub, it's throat cut open, blood gushing out from it. I run up to the door, trying to twist the knob, but nothing happens. My heart raced, my breathing is fast and panicked, and the door is still not opening.

Then I feel this presence behind me, a hand is placed on my shoulder and I jump, turning around to look, there was this man with black slick backed hair and dark, enigmatic eyes. "Such a pretty thing, you are.." The man whispered into my ear, his breath tickled the skin on my neck. I couldn't speak, I couldn't think, and I couldn't breathe. I felt something sharp press against my chest, I didn't dare look down even though I knew what it was.

"Such a shame," His voice was so low and smooth, I wanted to cry. “Please..” I said, weakly.

He pulled away and smiled. "Your pleas encourage me."

I stared at him in horror. "Wha-"

I'm interrupted by his hand, cupping around my throat, he lifts me off the ground and throws me against the wall.

I fall to the floor, the back of my head slamming against the ground. “Please..don’t do this.." I pleaded, trying to stand up but being pushed down by him. The sharp blade of his knife is pressed against my neck, I feel a little blood dripping from the cut he made.

"Oh, but I have to. There's nothing you can do about it," He whispers into my ear. I sob, trying to fight against him.

"P-please, I..”

"Oh, darling. I love when they beg for their lives," He says, pressing the knife deeper into my skin.

"I.." I can't even finish what I was saying because he presses his lips against mine, I was disgusted but I couldn’t push him off.

"Shhh, I don't want you to waste your breath," He murmurs.

"Why..why are you doing this to me? Why?!" I screamed, hysterically. He smirks, “Your voice is so beautiful..so angelic..” He says, trailing off. I couldn’t move, I was too weak. He was going to kill me.

It seemed so surreal to me, i couldn’t believe it.

"You're so pretty, darling." His grip around the handle of his knife tightens. For some reason, the more I looked at him, the more he looked familiar..it looked like that one guy..James..March...

His hand wrapped around my neck. I started to feel a little lightheaded and my vision was getting blurry. My mouth was wide open, trying to get as much oxygen as possible. He chuckled and I could feel his breath against my ear. "You are a perfect woman. Beautiful and innocent." He whispered into my ear.

“Unfortunately, you have to die now, darling. Your death will be quite tragic, and i can guarantee you will be missed," He tells me, grinning wickedly. I whimper, and start to sob uncontrollably. He leans closer, pressing his lips against mine. "Please..no..please..."

Then I feel this sharp pain in my abdomen. I gasp and my body jolts, my eyes widen in horror as I stare at him. My body becomes limp, and my head falls to the side. He takes the knife out and blood oozes from the wound. I struggled to breathe, and I felt like I was choking on my own blood. But then another sharp pain in the other side of my abdomen, and then again and again and again.

I cried, my cries became choked up and hoarse.

And then suddenly, the pain went away. Everything went dark.

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a/n: it just came to me lol, probably doesn’t make sense either.

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𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑬 - 𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑫𝑶𝑵

"You’ll always be my special girl.”

•••

When she moved in the house with her family, Tate became overjoyed. He would constantly watch her. Whether if she’s sleeping, reading, studying or even taking a shower; he’ll watch her. For weeks, he had been afraid to confront her and actually talk to her. He’d just spend his time watching her, thinking of her in any way possible.

But eventually, he finally introduced himself to her. He gave her this fictional story about how he was her neighbor across the street and of course, she believed him, simply thinking he was a harmless boy who was just misunderstood. They started to hang out a lot. The more Tate was around her, the more he fell in love with her.

He loved her face, her body, her rare personality and her purity. He fantasized of being able to touch her in ways she’s never been touched, and wished that he would be able to show her the ways of love. She was oblivious to the fact he wanted to have her, she just thought of him as a friend. A good friend.

“Tate, ever since I’ve met you, you have changed my life for the better. I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone before.”

Tate smiled, “And I’ve never met someone as beautiful or caring as you..you’ll always be my special girl..”

After countless days of spending time together, Tate finally told her that he was in love with her. That day changed Tate forever, hearing her recuperate his feelings of love made his heart flutter with excitement and happiness. He had never been so happy in his life. From that day forward, Tate made sure to protect her, love her, and cherish her.

And he did.

Just not in the way he wanted.

None of that really happened.

She didn’t like him in that way at all, and that’s what killed her.

His feelings of love overpowered him and he couldn’t handle the fact that the woman he truly loved with all his heart, didn’t love him back.

But he made sure that she would stay with him, forever.

~~~

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