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Violent Delights: One

Violent Delights

(In collaboration with @jooniescupcakes)

Genre: Horror, Suspense, & Psychological Thriller

Pairings: Gang!Jimin x reader ; BTS x Reader

Sypnosis:“These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss, consume.”

Release Date: Sept 29, 2020 @ 8 p.m. (GMT-4)

Word Count: 9.2k

Author's Note: It's finally here! Almost a year in the works, but Violent Delights The Series is finally kicking off. Thank you for all the love, support, as well as critiques the one-shot received. I hope this re-telling can both capture and surpass the twisted charm of the original. I would like to thank Min (@jooniescupcakes) for helping me outline and plot the story and for contributing. I greatly appreciate it. This story will be darker, gore-y, and a lot more twisted than the original. So strap in & happy early Halloween! Trigger Warning: This story contains subject matter not appropriate for all ages. This story contains mental illness, emotional, physical, and mental abuse; as well as abuse of power, manipulation, and toxic relationships. All of which play a big part in this story. It is never my intention to sensationalize or spread misinformation about mental disorders, please take the "medicine" used in this story with a grain of salt. Links to helplines can be found in the navigation of my blog. Lastly, this is a work of fiction and does not portray the character of Bangtan Sonyeondan.

The door slammed shut harshly as Hanbin rushed to bolt it locked, by his side, he tugged an inconsolable YN through the small house. There was very little time until she arrived. He maneuvered his way through the piles of old dirty clothes, the children had long become accustomed to the stench coming from the kitchen, the dust, and grime that covered their home. It’s why no one came over. Not that anyone was allowed over. In the center of the room framed on the wall shined a family portrait mockingly. Hanbin was short for his age, just eight years old, but it allowed him to navigate through small openings and hide in tight spaces. It was a survival tactic.

“Shh, YN. You need to calm down. She’ll be here soon.”

“i-I wuh-wanted to help, Binnie. She was hurt -”

Hanbin pulled on his sister a little too harshly trying to draw her attention, it caused her lower lip to quiver as she tried to hold the tears back. That wouldn’t do she didn’t like it when they cried. “Helping people only gets you into trouble.” Outside, the slamming of a car door could be heard. Quickly Hanbin located the small broom closet and helped YN inside. The jiggling of the doorknob was barely above a whisper, but it rang as loud as the fire alarm in the children’s heads. YN began to hyperventilate knowing what was coming even if she didn’t truly understand why.

“It’s okay,” Hanbin rubs her cheek affectionately. “Just stay inside, be quiet, and don’t try to help.” Just like that he closed the door and locked it. He silently hoped YN hadn’t skipped lunch that day. YN cowered under the old headboards, her only company the dusty cleaning products and cobwebs, the second the screaming started she covered her ears and closed her eyes.

“Miss YN?” The nurse’s bright pink scrubs served as a strong contrast to the muted tones of the rest of the building. YN cast a glance around she was likely the youngest person there, but everyone around her shared a similar air of ennui that YN had long grown to associate with doctor’s offices. Slowly she stood up following the nurse as she guided her through what appeared to be an endless labyrinth of doors. After stopping abruptly the nurse turns around and smiles though it’s evidently rehearsed. “Don’t be nervous, Dr. Kang is one of the best doctors here.” How many times hadn’t she heard that before? YN offers the nurse a smile making sure it is wide enough to crinkle the corners of her eyes. That seems to suffice the woman enough for her to finally knock on the door.

Dr. Kang Daniel was certainly young for his profession, but that provided some relief for YN. It would be nice not to spend almost an hour with someone that looked to have been around when Freud was. “Please take a seat.” He gestures over to a chair in front of the desk and YN notices there is little decoration around the room. It’s also missing a clock, but thankfully she sees Kang is wearing one. YN notes the time: 5:36 pm. Forty-three more minutes to go.

“I apologize that we’re going to have to go through all of this, but its procedure.” He lightly shakes the file in his hand. Most doctors operated digitally now, so that stood out.

“It’s fine.”

“Let’s get to it then. Why are you here YN?”

They went over the usual things and YN was quickly growing a bit bored, her eyes danced around the room as she did find it very strange that it seemed so vacant for a personal office. “Bored?” Her eyes snapped back to his, Kang wearing an unreadable expression. “I apologize for the lack of decor. I recently moved offices, so this will be my last day here.” YN frowned, “I thought I was to be your new patient.” Kang nods, “Yes, but our sessions will be held in my consultation. It’s closer to downtown so you might save yourself the trip.” How does he know I live closer to downtown? Perhaps seeing the further furrowing of her brow Kang speaks once more. “Unless you live far from downtown?” YN shakes her head feeling the tension leave her body just a bit.

Slowly he closes the file and leans forward, resting on his elbows. “I know this isn’t the most comfortable environment. I also know how jarring transfers can be and that they can halt any sort of process…” YN zones out of the conversation having heard it a thousand times since she was eleven years old. The rambling tends to have the same conclusion every single time.

‘I want us to be friends.’

“I want us to be friends or something similar. I know there are some barriers and guidelines in our relationship, but don’t think they aren’t malleable. I’m here if you need me.”

YN mulls over what might serve as an appropriate response, aware that taking too long might ruin the pseudo-friendly atmosphere and she doesn’t want to have any more problems with psychiatrists. “Thank you, Dr. Kang. I’m sorry I’m just a bit nervous.” The sheepish smile that follows afterward is enough to convince Kang. Perhaps he isn’t a bad man but YN has encountered his type far too often: those striving to make a difference. Always trying to make things better. Always trying to help.

“No one will help us, YN. No one cares about us.”

“So let’s move onto your family YN -”

“Actually I wanted to ask you about my medication.” Kang seemed surprised at her interruption but encouraged her to continue. “Dr. Lee only gave me enough medication to last the transfer, so I’m almost out.”

“That won’t be a problem. I’ll be taking you off the medication for a short time anyway.” What? Kang’s attention was now on his computer, not bothering to look at YN in the eye. “I need to run some tests and in order to do that your system has to be clean.”

YN hadn’t been off her medication for a long time. Sure the dosage varied depending on the treatment, but going completely off was unheard of. Especially so soon. “Don’t worry,” Kang smiled. “There shouldn’t be any potential side effects and if there is I’ll give you my private number. In case of emergencies.” What was supposed to be a soothing smile only unnerved YN even more. YN nodded once more though she felt her anxiety begin to swell up in her stomach. Her heart rate speeding up, but YN knew a panic attack wouldn’t do her any favors. It would make her look like an addict and they would lock her up for sure. It’s only a matter of time. Now that the issue had been cleared Kang cleared his throat, “Now what I was saying about your family -”

YN stood up abruptly thankful the minute hand had finally landed one above the four. “It’s 6:19 our time is up.” She gestures towards his wristwatch and an annoyed look masks his face before it went just as quickly as it came. “It appears so.” His hand covers the watch in a motion that could hardly be described as casual. Kang waves her off, “It was a pleasure meeting you, YN. I’ll schedule the tests for Friday and I’ll see you Wednesday.”

“In other news….updates...gang violence…”

YN wandered through the aisles looking for inspiration or something to satisfy her cravings. In her hand lay open her phone just so she wouldn’t have to keep making eye contact with the older woman behind the cash register. The employee peered at her as if YN was one of the dangerous criminals the news anchors droned on about. YN keeps looking over the message her social worker sent her: you have to be there at least a month before I could put in a transfer request. When YN bent down to read the label, she felt the woman lean over the counter. YN rolled her eyes and picked up the packaged bulgogi before grabbing a sports drink and a small fruit salad.

Once she saw YN was an actual paying customer, not a shoplifter, the woman’s expression changed. Her smile far too gleeful for this time of night. “Will that be all, dear?” Her voice too high to be sincere. Nonetheless, YN nods and forces a polite smile on her face. Even wishes the woman a safe night for extra measure. Before YN could walk out of the store, the woman responds with her own form of goodnight. “I would be careful walking home tonight. There’s been a lot of crime recently.”

It is a bit cruel that the second YN exits the store and turns a corner someone begins to follow her. She becomes aware of it instantly, her senses having been trained from a young age to pick up on the small imperceptible changes. Instinct was not to be ignored. The wind became thicker and the streets a little too quiet. YN wouldn’t look up, but if she did, surely there would be storm clouds looming. Don’t acknowledge him. Just keep walking. People like that enjoyed prey. The game. No one wanted to face off against a predator being one. Unless this was a different kind of predator then YN really ought to call the police. For once she was thankful for the pocketknife stored in the inner pocket of her jacket but disappointed that her pepper spray remained stashed in her bag.

Her groceries hung heavy on her arm, but YN was too far from home to attempt to sprint. So she would have to wait it out, YN could take a few punches. Surely whoever it was would become tired after following her for too long. By the time YN had walked ten blocks, she realized that was not the case. The person was still behind her, though there wasn’t much that she could tell much about the person. They were likely taller and considering their persistence they were a threat.

YN could pick up distantly on the booming bass that likely came from one of the many clubs scattered downtown. It meant she was near her house, that she could likely get home. The houses looked familiar she was probably not too far from home. Hope began to swell in her chest until another idea dawned on her. That’s exactly what they want. If the person had followed her this far they wanted to see where she lived. Abruptly YN turned left towards the direction of the main street, she was likely in a back alley of some sort but the bass only got louder so that helped propel her forward.

Towards the center of the alley, YN saw three figures huddled over on the ground. She was too far off to hear what they were saying, but based on their movements it seemed mocking in nature. YN wasn’t able to decipher what was occurring until it was far too late. A man is wriggling on the ground while bleeding profusely from the side of his head while two men stand above him. Blood is spattered on both walls and their clothes are covered in it. There no longer was a presence behind her the real danger now lay in front. In the form of a tall raven-haired man and a slightly shorter blonde - the latter of which YN made eye contact with.

YN bolts down the alleyway in the opposite direction aware that the blonde is hot on her tails. As she rounds a corner she feels him catching up to her right on her before he abruptly slows down. He doesn’t want the chase to end.

56...57...58…

YN counts the streets aware she’s nearing her apartment but isn’t about to lead him straight to her doorstep. In her peripheral, she sees one of the neighboring buildings which contains a doorman stationed there twenty-four hours. YN uses the last bit of her strength to push through the glass doors tumbling at the steps, but the doorman is there to catch her. “Miss, is everything alright?” YN turns around to catch a glimpse, but there’s no one behind her. Though she does note something disappointing: her groceries are gone.

When YN unlocked her apartment door she felt this immediate wave of tranquility hit her. It had taken a while to convince the doorman not to contact the police, she didn't want to be in bigger trouble, but the man had finally agreed after stating he would walk her back home. Once in the lobby, she took the stairs just to be safe. Quickly, she turned around securing all three locks, and headed straight for the bathroom. YN never understood the sentiment behind showers helping unwind, then again she never spent enough time under the water to allow for that. Baths weren't a treat - they were a utility. Like most utilities YN didn't have a lot of available growing up, so she learned to adapt.

Still, it was long enough to let her mind wander to everything that had occurred today. YN wasn't quite sure about how she felt about Dr. Kang, he unnerved her in a way other doctor's hadn't before. Then there was the issue regarding her medication: YN hadn't been unmedicated since she was eleven and that was a time she didn't want to go back to. Then there was the person that may have followed her and the man that definitely did. My head hurts. She rinsed herself and shut the water off, drying herself quickly with her towel. The chase had been real, too real, everything in YN's body had reacted instinctively once she met his eyes. Those dark eyes that had pierced into hers. The blonde man wasn't just chasing YN - he was hunting her down.

But what about the other person? YN hadn’t seen them, but she had felt them trailing after her. However, why would someone do that and especially for so long? The blonde man had only really tracked YN down for two blocks, but even then it felt shorter. The other person simply observed her. Didn’t do anything. Was there even someone there? YN glanced up, catching her reflection in the foggy mirror. The mist had dispersed in some sections, but not others so the only thing she could see were parts of her face. Faltering in her step, she walked forward and pulled the mirror open. Grabbing the white-labeled bottle with her name printed on it.

Habin sits atop the bathroom sink balancing himself. One of his hands gripping tightly to the side to not slip. This has to be done quickly before she gets back from the store. YN holds his legs or attempts to, while Habin finally manages to grab the bottle. “Is it this one?” He sticks his hand out for YN to see. The young girl squints her eyes, “Are they blue and little?” Hanbin looks through the orange tint of the bottle before nodding. “I think so.”

“Do they smell like fruits?”

“I can’t open the bottle YN. I don’t know if they smell like fruit.”

YN nods and Habin notes how hollowed out her face has become. Once round and plump, full of life, now looks as frail as his. “I think those are the ones.” Habin closes the medicine cabinet and cautiously jumps off, the medicine bottle still tight in his hands. “Why does she give them to you?” YN can note the confusion in her brother’s face, she was confused before too. “She says I need them to go to sleep. They help me sleep.” Habin stays quiet before in the blink of an eye he throws the pill bottle against the wall, breaking the seal causing all the pills to spill all over the floor.

“Bin why did you do that?! I need -”

“No! You don’t need anything YN. You aren’t sick, she's just lying to you!” Habin screamed in frustration. He could see the tears starting to well up in YN’s eyes and he felt regret pool in his stomach. “Please YN. You aren’t sick. We aren’t sick. Okay?”

YN took a deep breath, the way her brother had shown her would help stop the tears, the inside of her cheek was bitten harshly until her throat cleared up. “Okay.”

YN looks at the white bottle in her hand considering taking the medicine despite what Kang said. It would just be one more. Just to calm her down. To make sure that what happened tonight wasn't a side effect of going off so quickly. Her hand twisted the bottle cap, but instead of grabbing one and placing it in her mouth, she headed towards the toilet flushing them all away. Though she might not agree with his treatment plans Dr.Kang was a professional and surely knew more than she did. Plus, YN couldn't afford to be transferred again; her social worker might drop her altogether. It’s just until the blood work is completed.

“Unfortunately Miss YN, we won’t be able to conduct any tests until your insurance approves it.”

YN paces around her apartment, phone in hand. “I understand but my doctor ordered it. It’s necessary in order for him to treat me.”

“It appears that the necessary paperwork hasn’t been sent over to the insurance company. At least not enough to justify the exams. You can go through with them, but it will have to be out of pocket.”

YN sighs, running her hand through her hair as the nurse lists off the prices for each exam. A knock disrupts her causing YN to glance at the door questioningly, no one in her building would ever knock on her door. Looking through the peephole, she sees the manager and doesn't know if that makes her relieved or tenser. "I'm sorry can you just give me a minute?" YN speaks to the phone and mutes it, just to be safe. Upon opening the door, a brown bag is shoved in her face.

“Sorry to interrupt dear, some boy left this for you downstairs.”

Just as quickly as he came, the manager leaves. YN quickly shuts the door and locks it, before hanging up the call. The bag looks simple enough though YN hadn’t ordered anything in the past couple of days. Cautiously she opens it and the horror that spreads through her body is instantaneous. In the bag are her groceries from last night, but with minor changes: The red energy drink is now blue, the fruit salad is replaced with regular salad, and instead of bulgogi it is kimchi now. Though it isn’t the food that upsets YN, but rather the pink sticky note placed on top.

To replace everything you lost ;)

Hindsight is always twenty-twenty. Staying locked inside her apartment for the following days seemed like a smart choice. There was someone out there who knew where she lived. What she looked like. YN was used to being preyed upon, but this was a different game. Not one she was accustomed to. There were enough faded white lines and healed over bones to evidence that she was a survivor. That time and time again YN had faced against monsters and gotten out alive. The thing that terrified her about this monster - was how different he was. She kept waiting for the tall blonde man to show up one night: looming over her whilst she slept, crouching in a dark corner of the room. Lurking behind the shower curtain.

YN wasn’t able to sleep, didn’t bathe, and had thrice rearranged the room so there was no furniture to hide behind. Her paranoia was through the roof and it didn’t help that it had been the first time YN was off her medication for an extended amount of time. Which was bound to be causing more problems than she was aware of, or would like to acknowledge. The cycle continued until on her fourth day, sick of the grime, YN picked up the phone and dialed Dr.Kang’s office. Hoping to resolve the issue and be back on medication as soon as possible.

“Unfortunately, Dr. Kang isn’t in the office today. However, I can schedule a house call”

She hung up, not even bothering to respond to the secretary on the other line. If YN would have allowed herself a moment to feel anything except for fear - sympathy would've been felt for the probably nice young woman she had just hung up on. Maybe I can just sleep until my next appointment. Sleep it all away. So YN crawled into her bed, the covers lie somewhere on the floor. Exhaustion taking over as she drifted off to sleep.

It should've been easier to tell her childhood room apart from all the ones she had before. It had the most personality; if stickers on the wall, old pencil marks, and deteriorating plaster counted. Most of them hadn't even been done by her, but rather Habin in time before her. It created a sense of normalcy in YN's life that didn't exist elsewhere. Of course, her safe haven didn't last long, the hole in the wall right near the bed frame was proof enough. YN couldn't remember the last time she had dreamt, the medication helped with the nightmares, now she stood curled in a ball in the center of the room. The way she would always get once she heard the heavy footsteps approach the hallway.

YN had long learned to tell the different patter of the weathered old sneakers. Heavy stomps that scraped against the wood meant she was going to be screamed at. Rhythmic ones that were heavier on the heel, than the toes meant they might get dinner. While footsteps that dragged meant YN would be getting ignored. It was the ones she didn't hear. When the hallway was so quiet that all YN could hear was the sound of her breathing and the fear rushing through her tiny body - those were the steps she feared. Those were typically followed by the gentle, yet suspenseful pushing of her bedroom door. It didn't have a knob. There was no escape.

YN expected to peer up and see the tall large figure that always tormented her. The thick thighs, rounded hips, a bulbous stomach that spoke of all the meals she'd had - all the ones her children hadn't - and her face. It was much like YN's though much more feminine, older, and eyes devoid of life. It had always stood out to YN when she was a child, though she was certain that if she were to look in a mirror now YN would be the spitting image of her mother. Instead of her birth giver stood a man.

His face was angular, rounded cheeks, and sharp eyes highlighted by thick brows. His lips appeared full as if they were meant for bright large smiles, but it was obvious from the man’s expression he rarely did. There was something strangely familiar about him. An amalgamation of someone she knew and her own imagination, filling in the blank spaces. He looked like her, yet not at all. Tears welled in her eyes, “Bin?” Then he morphed. Now slightly taller, more weight to his frame. A rounded face with hooded eyes, the corner of his lips were tilted upwards in a way that was full of mirth. Dr. Kang faded as quickly as he came.

Now all she saw was a silhouette. Despite being mostly obscured, she could at least tell it was a man. He was lean yet muscular. His body was sharply defined in a way that seemed deliberate. Facial features were obscured, but YN was certain he was glaring at her in a way that caused goosebumps to rise all over her body. Plump pink lips parted moving slowly, tauntingly, but no sound exited them. Only by the smirk formed afterward could she tell their salacious nature. He stepped forward drawing closer to her, but the way he moved was inhumane. It wasn't a walk. But a predator's crawl towards her. Now he was finally in the light, entirely visible but all YN could focus on was the blonde mop of hair atop his head. When he pounced, she screamed.

YN awoke covered in sweat, her hair matted against her forehead and neck. She could still taste the saltiness of her tears and when she finally managed to breathe a sob tore out. Get out! Get out! Get out! If she remained locked inside her apartment for one more second, YN was going to reach her breaking point. Quickly she hopped in the shower before throwing on the first thing she saw and grabbing her wallet. YN didn’t know where she was headed, but her body acted on its own. Locking the apartment door before racing towards the stairs, dashing down all seven floors with little care if she tripped. Perhaps a silent part of her wished she did, it would put her out of her misery.

The lobby of her apartment building, if it could even be called that, was always empty. Never a soul in sight to guard the door, even though YN was sure part of her rent went towards security. Not to mention the intercom system, which allowed people to be buzzed in, hadn't worked for several weeks. It was something she was always acutely aware of but pushed towards the back of her mind. Wouldn't do her any favors to obsess over something she had no control over. Now walking through the desolate lobby out into the night - it was all she could think about. He was all she could think about.

YN took a deep breath and opened the glass doors sneakily peeking towards the sides and being thankful when she noted nothing great. Now where to? She wouldn't go very far nor somewhere unknown. It was reckless to be out so late and would be a death wish to try and enter city life. Gang violence was on the rise and YN didn't fancy herself prepared to face off against someone. So, YN went to the one place that felt familiar no matter what. The convenience store was a fifteen-minute walk, but she took the bus. The original plan was to sit towards the back, where she could see everything, but it wasn't empty. An elderly woman, far too frail-looking to be out this late, sat in the center. Whilst three boys huddled over sat in the back, they must have felt her eyes on them. As one of them - the one in the black beanie - stopped his conversation and turned slightly. Before they could make eye contact YN looked away and sat down.

“Which one do you want?” Habin asked as they stared at the ice cream truck. He had counted the cents twice making sure they had enough. “Hm,” YN eye’s glanced all over the various images glued onto the truck. She already knew what she wanted but had long learned that taking your time was important - not too much though. “Mint choco.” Habin grimaced, disgust evident on his face. “Come on YN. We have to share it. Why can’t we get something I like for a change?” He whined, it was only ice cream but it was the only food Habin was likely to have all day. “Okay, let’s get chocolate then.” YN didn’t really care, she wasn’t planning on eating. Habin had sacrificed enough meals to feed her, an ice cream was the least she could do.

As she steps into the cold building, a small bell chimed to signal her entrance, alerting a young employee near the cashier.

“Welcome!” The boy smiles, wide and welcoming, handing her a basket,

YN didn’t respond. She walks towards the back, looking for some of her usual snacks, and before long, her basket was filled to the brim with all sorts of colorful foods, and she headed towards the till to pay, grimacing under the weight pulling at her arm. As she pulls out her purse, a soft chime catches her attention, making her glance at the door quickly, before trailing her eyes back. A familiar head of blonde flashes in her mind immediately, and despite herself, she found herself clenching her purse tightly, feeling her palms become clammy with sweat. What were the odds..?

“Is that all?” the cheery voice of the employee breaks her out of her trance as she nods back firmly, unable to push aside the nervous feeling from seeing the person walk in. Quickly weighing the options as she sees him bag all her groceries, she forces the question out before she can stop herself.

“Could you...walk me to the bus station?” Her voice was awkward and tight from keeping quiet most of the day, and she internally winced at the confused expression the other gave her.

“Are you..” he pauses, eyeing her carefully, “is someone trying to hurt you?”

YN doesn’t know what to say. Could she tell him what she saw? Fortunately, she didn’t have to reply. The boy - Kai, as it said on his tag - seemed to assume her pause was a yes. Excusing himself, he disappears behind the counter, and within a moment, hushed voices coming from there. Something was unnerving about standing there alone with the blonde, chilling her to the bone, knowing she was faced away and he could pounce at any moment. As soon as the terrifying thoughts crept in, Kai stepped back out. He takes her bag and silently leads her out the glass doors, warm, still air hitting her face the minute she left the building. They walk side by side silently, and YN could only count her steps as she got closer and closer to the station.

Her steps quicken when she sees the familiar structure, tall gray pillars, and a few large buses waiting. Kai keeps up with her as well, not bothered by the bag that seemed to drag her down, looking around carefully.

“Thank you.”

He smiles, what she initially assumed to be his practiced ‘customer service’ smile seemed a little more genuine now. Or maybe he was just very good at it - she wasn’t sure. She takes back the plastic bag, letting herself get used to the additional weight before turning to board the bus.

“Have a safe trip home!” The boy calls out, making her look back.

YN was expecting to see him with his blinding smile, but something eerier catches her eye. The young employee was standing a few steps away from her, and behind him, dangerously close, was the blonde man from before. Her mouth goes dry as she notices his dark gaze fixated on her hand that held the railing inside, something else in them as he cocked an eyebrow. He almost looked as if he was questioning her, asking what she would do now that he was close, much closer, and positioned to attack the boy. Realizing he must have followed her all the way, she felt her heart rate pick up as she found herself rapidly staring between Kai and the perpetrator, the choices dawning on her. She had to choose to leave Kai behind, or possibly die with him.

She felt her heart drop at the calm expression on the boy's face, not noticing the danger he was in, she knew he was young, but watching him now, she only just realized how young. He was so young, so innocent, with a whole life ahead of him - but because of some unfortunate circumstance, an unforeseeable future, he would have to throw everything away.

But if she stayed for him, so would she. She would have to give up everything she had struggled for, while in any circumstance, the blonde would kill Kai, regardless of whether she chose to stay or not. However, she could spare her own life. She couldn’t convince Kai to get on with her without alarming the man, but she could save her own life. After everything she had gone through, trouble was the last thing YN needed. Even if it meant someone else had to suffer alone, she had to stay safe. She found herself holding back hot tears as she quickly ducked into a lonely seat, refusing to look back, still clenching the cheap plastic in one hand and forcing herself not to look back as the tears freely slid down her cheeks.

‘Helping people only gets you into trouble. You do whatever it takes to survive.’

“They tell me you’ve missed the appointment I had set up.”

YN is noticeably tense as she sits in the blue velvet mid-century, her nails digging into the denim fabric of her jeans. “The insurance wasn’t notified,” her tone was clipped. Lower with a slight tremble to it as if it were about to break, but never really did. “I also needed a referral.” Dr. Kang frowned, glancing back down at the file before looking at YN questioningly. “That’s strange. I told my secretary to handle all the paperwork. I even told Joy to hand you the referral.” Seeing the confused expression on his patient’s face, he shrugged. “My apologies, Joy must have forgotten.” The smile he shoots her is sincere, or at least looks so, YN has no reason to doubt him any further on this matter.

Her posture slackens somewhat but given everything that has happened these past few days she finds it difficult to truly relax. YN feels that she is tethering at the edge of a breakdown, but that if she were to fall it would only make her circumstances worsen. There is something that has been bothering her though, how pacified everything has been as of late. The blonde man knew where she lived, he'd likely overheard her name as well, yet nothing had happened. Even Kang, with his cold calculating eyes, had not commented on her odd behavior the last session or how worse she had seemed to get after only being off her medication for a week. Why can’t I figure them out?

“Unfortunately, I won’t be able to assign you any new medication until I have the results from the bloodwork. However, I do want to know how you’ve been feeling lately.” Kang crossed his legs, leaning forward in his seat. “Have you been experiencing any side effects or withdrawals? Anything I should know about?”

There was a glint in his eyes as he spoke, one that warned YN that he may know more than he lets on. As if the man sitting in front of her was single-handedly responsible for everything that had occurred to her recently. "Normal things…" I am being stalked by a homicidal maniac. “Migraines, low blood pressure…” I keep having vivid flashbacks that only serve to increase my paranoia. “Sometimes I dissociate a bit.” Most importantly, doctor, I had a nightmare where you were about to kill me. “And trouble sleeping.” YN looked towards the ceiling, feigning as if she were in deep thought. “I think that’s it.”

Kang Daniel looked affronted as if she had not given a sufficient enough answer. Hadn't given him the answers he wanted. "I see." His eyes darted towards her hands, which had been tightly intertwined on her lap - immediately she relaxes them. When their eyes meet once more she levels with him. YN knows there is no point in engaging with Kang, that is exactly what he wants. To pry. Dig deep. Learn of all her secrets and who knows what else. He won’t win. I’m safe here. YN had suffered too great a loss yesterday, she was determined to win this game.

“I had time to go over your file YN. There’s a lot to discuss, but I would prefer to dive right in if you don’t mind.”

“I-”

“Very well,” She’d upset him. YN wasn’t even truly aware of what she’d specifically done, but it seemed to matter very little. “It states here you’ve been diagnosed with a personality disorder - at quite a young age too.

“I was ten.” YN’s voice is muted. Her mind blank.

“Do you agree with this diagnosis?” YN shrugs, her eyes move down to the file. She knows what he’s going to say next. Or she can at least predict it: it typically doesn’t vary. No matter how many times she goes through the same process the words and intentions are the same. It isn’t sincere sentiments, but rather rehearsed lies spewed to make her feel better - as if she ever could. No, YN is broken. No fixing her up.

“I don’t. I think you were misdiagnosed.” YN’s eyes widen as they shoot back up to meet Kang’s. “The main reasoning behind this is because of your apparent lack of empathy, but that isn’t true either is it, YN?” Her mouth felt dry, she struggled to swallow the saliva building up. There was a build-up of breath in her lungs which was starting to become painful and she felt her throat tighten. “It’s a survival tactic. An effective one at that - if I may be honest.” So many thoughts were rushing to the forefront of YN’s head. So many memories. Stop. She wanted to scream. Please stop! She felt like she was going to throw up. Kang bent over, his face so close to YN's that she could see how dilated his pupil was: only leaving a sliver of his iris shines through.

Why is he doing this?!

“You feel something YN. It’s okay to feel things. You aren’t with your mother anymore anymore. You aren’t with your brother anymore. You’re safe and I know the next time something happens you’ll do the right thing.”

YN’s eyes were red, brimming with unshed tears as Kang’s words bounced around her head. “Dr. Kang -” She chokes, a sob threatening to escape, but the man doesn’t allow her to finish. “Our time is up. Pick up your referral at Joy’s desk. I will see you on our next appointment.” The smile given is full of sadistic glee.

YN didn’t know how long she had spent wandering around the city. Last she knew she had passed the bus stop and convenience store from last night. If she were smart YN would’ve gone back to her apartment. She didn’t want to though, not trusting herself to be alone. It had been mid-afternoon when she had left Kang’s office. Now it was pitch black with only a few people walking down the streets and cars passing by. Her phone was tucked away in her bag, YN couldn’t muster up enough energy to reach for it to know her location. The tears she shed had long ago dried, though their evidence remained clear to see on her face due to the streak marks and reddened nose.

Several voices were speaking to her, memories, all pulling her in different directions. One by one, YN blocked them out until only three remained. Her brother’s: “You’re not sick.” Dr. Kang’s: “You’ll do the right thing.” Lastly, the faintest one of all - hers: "What do I do?" She had muttered it without realizing it. A cry for help that traveled through the wind, searching for an answer or a sign. She would be granted one.

The scream was so loud, it tore straight through the foggy haze that had settled in her mind and YN found herself frozen in place. Glancing upwards, she noted that a few feet away to the left was an alleyway. That was it, wasn’t it? Yet her feet wouldn’t move. Her brother’s voice echoed so loudly that it barely allowed her to breathe much less move. Until, a stronger, much more powerful one broke through - “It’s okay to feel things...I know you’ll do the right thing.” Her feet were moving before YN had even a second to dwell on her decision. The alleyway was, deceptively long, but YN could see several silhouettes just from the entrance. Quickly she dug her hand into her bag and pulled out her phone, dialing emergency services but hovering over the call button. YN didn't even know where exactly she was - nor did she know what was going on either. It wouldn't do well to just rush in, thankfully about ten feet inlay a giant dumpster which YN crouched behind.

Another scream echoed off the brick walls, a cacophony of laughter followed it. There’s more than one. YN had hoped it was a robbery or something simple, now she realized just how in over her head she may be. You can still walk away YN. Just walk away. Cautiously YN moved to sneak a glance. There was a singular lamp attached to one of the buildings that illuminated most of the alley. The faint light didn't allow her to make out specific features, but it was enough for her to bear witness to the disturbing scene. Seven men were standing all loosely crowded around a young couple: a man and woman whose bodies were severely bruised and beaten. The man's skull was cracked open with blood profusely leaking from the side of his head. Several teeth were scattered on the ground and his hand was tightened around his abdomen which seemed to have been cut as well. The woman beside him had most of her clothing ripped and large bruises on her side, an indicator of broken ribs. Her eyes moved deliriously as she muttered to herself.

YN’s attention lay entirely on the victims until she witnessed a crowbar fly through the air and land on the man’s leg, with a sickening ‘crack’ that had YN feeling nauseous. The man was too out of it to do anything but let out a small howl of pain. Her previous assumption had been right, there were seven men: all standing there with blood-stained clothes and mocking the man. There was something familiar about them, but YN couldn’t pinpoint what. All of them cheered as the man’s now dead body slumped to the side. Her phone had been long forgotten, YN observed everything now with a morbid fascination. Taking advantage of the perpetrator’s lack of attention the woman stood up slowly and bolted, her heels clicking loudly on the pavement and alerting them their prey had gotten away.

None of them moved - they simply observed her and YN watched in shock. Why aren’t they chasing her? Would they actually… By now the woman was only a few feet away from the entrance, she passed by YN and must've caught sight of YN's hunched over the figure for the woman's head snapped towards her. Causing both women to miss the figure dashing in their direction until it was too late. The woman was harshly tackled to the ground, her head bouncing off the pavement in sickening motion. There is a glint of something in his hand before a dagger plunges into the young girl's body multiple times. In a desperate move, she extends her hand reaching out towards YN begging for help but YN remains frozen. Eyes wide and teary as she cowers as close as she can to the wall, shaking her head she begs the woman not to speak. Begs her not to draw the perps attention. Please don’t!

“Please help me.”

The perpetrators head snaps towards YN and she finally sees him. He's tall, lean figure, plump lips, cat eyes, and ruffled blonde hair. The blood splattered across his face revealed the dark truth behind his angelic features. His dark hooded eyes trail across YN's body, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. The blonde man looks like a predator savoring its next meal. Before he can pounce YN takes off running, unfortunately, he captures her with ease. Caging her body against his own, pillowy lips part and it dawns on YN she has never heard him speak before.

“Caught you.”

Just like that their game has come to an end, surely YN’s life will too. The two of them are so enraptured in each other, they don’t notice the figure slowly standing up and grabbing the abandoned knife on the floor. Not until the blonde man’s body sags slightly and YN notices the woman standing behind them. Don’t. She wants to say, furious that the woman wouldn’t have run away - escaped when she had the chance. For YN couldn’t bear another dead body on her subconscious. The blonde man turned around with pure rage steaming off his body, upset that his prey would dare to fight back. His arms gripped her head and with the slightest flick of his wrist, he broke the girl’s neck. When he turned back around to face his prize, he was shocked to find her expressionless staring at the corpse right in front of her.

YN came to a disturbing conclusion: She wouldn’t have died if she hadn’t helped me. As she once again made eye contact with the monster before her, all YN could see was her reflection in his eyes. Hanbin was right.

The man stepped forward and YN stepped back, crashing into the wall. His hands gripped at her sides, nails digging into her flesh harshly. He was formulating a plan, thinking about how best to kill her - YN could see it. It seems the universe had decided to take pity on her, or further condemn her, for just as his eyes were beginning to light up, the rest of the group made their presence known. “Jimin let’s go. The fun’s over.” Jimin? There was something familiar about that name.

“Funs not over yet, boys.” As if she weighed nothing, Jimin grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. YN struggled against him, aware that if she couldn’t handle one man, there was no way she could survive seven. “I finally found my pet.” What? When Jimin finally put her down, his arms encased her again showing her off to his friends as if she was some shiny new toy, they could look at but not touch. As YN glanced at them she found she recognized some of them, they’re from the bus. At that moment she realized that death had been following YN for a long time and even if she hadn't stepped into the alleyway tonight, their paths would have crossed eventually.

“Ah, so you’re the girl Jimin’s been obsessed with.” The tall tan one with curly dark hair spoke, his low baritone voice was mocking in nature.

“She’s not that pretty.” muttered another one, with rounded eyes and a tall nose.

“Now, come on kookie. Don’t be mean, she’s a lot prettier than what we’re used to.” The third man’s tone was higher pitched, lips stretched into a heart-shaped smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“What do you think we should do, Namjoon?” spoke the light-haired one dawned in all black. His eyes darting over to the tallest member, his platinum hair shining brightly in the dark alleyway.

When Namjoon spoke it was deliberate and calculated, his eyes boring into YN’s, his words dripping with implication. “We should take this one to go.”

Distantly YN could hear the wailing of sirens rushing towards them before Kookie stepped forward and delivered a right hook to her face, making her lose consciousness.

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The Great Pumpkin Surprise

Fandom: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder Pairing: Eisuke x MC (Female) Notes: This fic was written for the server gift exchange in the Kings of Paradise discord, and my recipient was @eikouxd. I really hope you like this!

The gentle breeze was chilly on the crisp fall afternoon, and there was a bright mixture of orangish-red leaves that painted the ground. Decorative ghosts hung from the stripped trees in preparation for Halloween since the spooky holiday was nearly upon them. Today, MC had convinced her family to travel outside the bounds of the city to visit a farm known for their festive autumn attractions. Eito was quick to agree, and her husband Eisuke voiced how amusing this trip would probably be for him if he did accompany them.

A few hours later they were deep into one of the rural suburbs, with a smirking Eisuke and a giddy MC bearing witness of a rare moment where Eito was racing around the farm and acting like a child his age would be expected to act. MC typically would fret over Eito being in such a rush to grow up, but today watching him radiate in childlike innocence while he lit up at the sights warmed her heart. It wasn’t often the three of them were able to escape from their daily routine given the demands of Eisuke’s work schedule, and these occasions were something she treasured when they presented themselves. Well, the three of them and…..

“Eito, come take a look at this gourd!” Ota cried out, holding up the large disfigured fruit for the boy to see. “Doesn’t it remind you of Baba’s face?”“Ota!”

Baba pouted, feigning annoyance by dramatically crossing his arms over the front of his chest. “How cruel of you! I hardly look a day over twenty! I’m sure everyone here would feel inclined to agree.” Glancing around, the thief’s gaze locked onto Soryu’s, who also happened to be standing nearby. “Sor, don’t you think I have an eternally youthful looking face?”

The mobster rolled his eyes and uttered a loud sigh for once again being dragged into the childish antics of the group. “I don’t know anything about that stuff. Stop trying to get me involved in your shenanigans.”

“You’re pretty uptight for a criminal, aren’t you now?” Mamoru muttered under his breath. Lighting his cigarette, he surveyed the food and beverage stalls up by the entrance. “Do they sell booze at this joint? I need something to help me get through this day that I was coerced into spending with you lot.”

“Ugh, must you really insist on smoking that here?” Shuichi scolded, massaging his temples at the headache he felt oncoming. Seeing Luke nearby, he barked at the spaced-out doctor next to him. “Luke, you’re a medical professional. Inform him at once how neglectful of his health he’s being by smoking those like a chimney.”

“Oh, how I do despise the colder weather,” Luke groaned, ignoring the nagging ambassador. “I can’t even sneak a peek at Sexybones’s exquisite collar bones when she’s wearing this many layers of clothing.”

“Don’t be weird, Luke,” Hikaru murmured, shaking his head over the doctor’s odd obsession. Wanting to ease some of the innocent tension among the bidders, Hikaru decided it would be best to change the subject. “Hey, I promised Maddy I would bring him back some souvenirs. Why don’t we all pick out some together as a group? I bet Maddy would really appreciate that.”

“Good idea, Hikaru!” Baba cheered, immediately beginning to assist Hikaru in ushering the grumbling guys over to the souvenir shop. “Hurry up, everyone! Time’s a wasting!”

Yup, you guessed it! Somewhere along the way, what was intended to be a family trip, somehow escalated into the Ichinomiya family + the auction managers = chaotic group outing.

Despite the crashers, Eito who had been wandering through the patch in search for the perfect pumpkin, spun around and burst into laughter at the familiar sight of the men he considered uncles causing the same old commotion he had grown to associate them with.

“Remind me why they are here again?” Eisuke scowled, though there was a softness in his face that didn’t align with the harshness of his words while he watched the group disappear into the front of the stop.

“Because they’re our friends,” MC giggled, while she rested her head onto his arm. “Besides, look how much fun Eito is having! Isn’t that what matters the most?”

Eisuke leaned over to plant a soft kiss on the top of her head, and tenderly stroked her cheek. “That face you’re making now isn’t the worst,” the CEO teasingly mocked. “I suppose a trip like this isn’t half-bad if it means I get to see more of that ridiculous grin you’re wearing.”

“I can’t help the fact that spending time with you two reminds me of how blessed I am,” MC sighed, nuzzling her head against his shoulder. “These moments are precious. They’re the ones I’ll forever cherish from now until the end of my time.”

Eisuke’s heart skipped a beat at the adorableness of MC’s confession, and a rare shade of crimson faintly painted his cheeks. His past self would never have been able to envision that someone like him would ever be fortunate enough to be experiencing his very own version of family bliss. Yet here he stood today as a husband and a father. He used to believe success was measured by one’s professional accomplishments. While the value of business metrics was still one of importance, Eisuke now also factored in the prosperity and good fortune he was privileged to be immersed in from MC and Eito.

“Always honest to a fault,” Eisuke retorted, trusting MC failed to notice his blush. “That’s a quality that deserves a reward, and I don’t intend on making you wait for reimbursement any longer. Come here, baby.”

Reaching around behind MC, Eisuke placed his hand on her back. Pulling her into his embrace, MC’s body stiffened in a bashfulness from how intimately they were standing in public. The familiar masculine scent of his cologne radiated from his body as her husband wiggled MC even more snugly against him. Eisuke’s hot breath tickled the front of her neck, and his expression softened as he cupped her chin, and MC’s nerves instantly melted away. She wanted to kiss him, and she wanted to kiss him now. Rising on her tip toes, MC inched closer, drawing herself to the part of Eisuke’s lips until-

“Mom, take a look at what I found!” Eito boasted, interrupting his parents by suddenly making his way over. “I found you the perfect pumpkin!”Eito was grinning from ear to ear, his cheeks puffed out in pride as he held up a large, bright orange pumpkin.

Stepping away from Eisuke, MC crouched down and extended her arms to greet Eito.“Eito, what a wonderful find,” MC cheered, genuinely impressed by the amount of though Eito was putting into ensuring he found her such an impeccable pumpkin.

“If that’s what you consider a superb pumpkin, then you have very juvenile taste,” Eisuke jabbed, miffed that his MC’s attention was taken from him. “Don’t ever present your mother with less than she deserves.”

“Eisuke….,” MC began to interject, but was left unheard since Eisuke was already headed towards the fields.

“Don’t make excuses for him,” Eisuke replied. “Come on, Eito. Allow me to remind you of what constitutes as an Ichnomiya standard.”

“I don’t need you to tell me anything!” Eito argued. Despite his protests, Eito set aside his pride and chased after his father.

MC watched from a distance as the two thoroughly inspected the rows of pumpkins. She was able to gather they were quarreling back and forth based on Eito’s everchanging facial expressions, but she was also able to observe the look of admiration Eito often held for Eisuke. Eito was intently hanging onto every word Eisuke spoke, and even divulged his appreciation by offering the billionaire a small nod in approval when they reached an agreement on the ideal pumpkin. Eisuke signaled for one of the workers to come assist, and Eito held the pumpkin proudly to his chest.

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A few weeks had passed since that fun day at the pumpkin patch. MC was about to leave their home and meet Eisuke in the lobby of the Tres Spades, when she caught a glimpse at the picture frame of the three of them on the coffee table. Her lips curled in a smile as she recollected that fond memory. Sparing one final peek at the happy photo, she eagerly stepped into the elevator.

After riding down into the lobby, the doors to the elevator sprung open and MC gasped in awe at the marvelous scene decorating the entrance into the hotel. She could hardly believe that the entire face of the lobby was covered in pumpkins. Each was turned into a different type of jack-o-lantern; carved with intricate details, and brightly illuminating from the inside. The normal atmosphere was vastly transformed into a not-so-spooky Halloween theme.

“Mom, you’re finally here!” Eito shouted as he ran across the room to greet her.

“Conduct yourself more appropriately,” Eisuke scolded, frowning when Eito ignored him and continued to race towards his mother and tightly hug her.

“We had the farm deliver all of these pumpkins, and then dad and I asked Uncle Ota to design them since we thought it would make you happy! Did it work? Are you happy?” the little boy asked, his eyes widened in an impatient anticipation as he awaited his mom’s response.

“Of course, I’m happy! You two did an amazing job working together,” MC acknowledged in pride, also addressing Eisuke who had just finished walking over to join her and Eito. “What did I ever do to deserve to be spoiled like this by my two favorite men in the entire world?”

MC wrapped Eito up into a hug and reached out to grasp onto Eisuke’s hand. Knowing that Eisuke and Eito worked through their differences to come together as father and son and plan such an elaborate surprise for her was truly better than any physical gift they could present her with.

“I love you, guys,” MC whispered, blinking back the tears of joy threatening to spill in elate of her excitement.

“Love you too, mom,” Eito murmured, blushing shyly at the direct confession.

Pressing a kiss on Eito’s forehead, MC captured Eisuke’s gaze with her own. Her eyes flashed in adoration when Eisuke lightly gave her hand a squeeze, and shared the sentimental smile he retained only for her.

I love you too, baby. I love you too.

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internalsealpanic · 4 years

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Radio Silence

Summary: You take Tim with you to a family reunion hoping to monopolize his time. You may have forgotten to tell him a few things. For example, the haunted radio.

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a/n: I’m sorry for the wait. I forgot that I am no longer used to describing atmosphere. This isn’t my best work but I hope you like it. This was based on my family’s tradition of sitting in the dark on Halloween listening to scary stories on the radio. This is mainly Tim Drake x Filipino!Reader because I realley wanted to try my hand at a bilingual character. You will see misspelling of words in the dialogue. That’s intentional on my part. There will be translations.

“Yes, Nay, he’s the one in the picture,”

“No! It’s the guy with-” You blow out an exasperated breath. You hear Tim snicker behind you and you dedicate half your brain cells to coming up with the best way to kick his ass. “Yung mukhang Koreano. Yeah. Yeah. Dat one.”

“Yes, he looks more like a white boy. Mistiso.” You explain curtly.

“Yes, he’s smart. I hab standards,” Tim raises a disbelieving brow at you. You stick your tongue out at him but nearly bite it off when your grandmother speaks again.

“What do you mean doubtful?!” Tim looks absolutely delighted. A cheshire smile curling on his lips as he leans back into your couch. You glare at him then at your phone then at the ceiling then past that to glare at whatever god was up there.

“THAT WAS ONE TIME! Justine was an-” You mutter trying to remember the word. “- an anomaly and you know it!”

“…..”

“Ok der were 2 anomalies!”

“3”

“Ok maybe Tim is the anomaly, but seriously, Nay, he’s fine,” You snarl, the jaggedness of your Gotham accent rearing its head. You wince but do not apologize. This will bite you in the ass later but you didn’t say it. You don’t like the taste of the word.

“No. I mean if you don’t want us to embarrass you at the church social then- Yes, I have been going to church,” You can see Tim rolling his eyes and mouthing liar with a twitch of his lip in the corner of your vision. “No, he’s not the showy type. Nay, I gotta go. The food’s burning,”

“Yes, Nay, I lab you bery mach,” You sigh into the phone letting your grandmother’s lather your tongue cutting into the briskness of your consonants. It held the same euphoria as taking off your shoes after a particularly long day.

“Unless you’re Dick, you can’t burn cereal,” Tim cut in carting you away from your reverie.

“Watch me, Drake,” You huff throwing a pillow at Tim almost making him drop his cereal bowl.

“So, can Gotham survive without Red Robin for a weekend?”

“Shouldn’t you have asked me this before telling your grandma that you’re taking me?”

“I’m just double-checking,”

“How considerate,”

“To be fair, your schedule is already volatile as is," You huff snuggling up to him on the couch. It was too cold in Tim’s apartment. You think a rich kid like him could afford to turn up the heat. Though, you aren’t exactly going to complain about an excuse to cuddle him.

Tim doesn’t make a move to push you away. Instead, he wraps his arm around you pulling you closer. This was the type of easy affection you two had become accustomed to. This was also the thing that will make your Schrade even more convincing. "True, but I asked Cass and the others to cover for me. Plus, your grandma sounds like she likes me,”

“Considering you don’t have a criminal record and aren’t currently being investigated, you immediately rocketed to the top of her list,” You answer absentmindedly stirring your cereal and taking a bite.

Tim whips his head to you and gives you a concerned look which you return with a smile full of cereal. He blanches at you, shaking his head and grabbing the remote to unpause the Star Trek episode you two were watching. You both prop your feet up and chew your cereal slowly, not feeling any reason to hurry.

How long has it been since you started? You’re pretty sure it was 1 AM when you started.

As if reading your mind, Tim looks at his phone, winces then turns back to the screen without another word. You quirk your brow at him but decide that there is some truth to the saying ignorance is bliss.

You were gonna hate yourselves come noon.

It’s noon, the sun has the audacity to show itself, and you hate yourself.

You definitely, unequivocally hate yourself.

You groan in the passenger seat, head pressed against the cool window. The faint warmth of the sun glancing off your skin makes the tinges of nausea circling the periphery of your senses come to life. Your stomach does a cartwheel and you think- you’re sure you’re going to throw up but you aren’t gonna do that.

No way in hell are you gonna do that. Not when you’ve finally conned your way into monopolizing Tim’s attention for the weekend.

Ok, yeah, sure it was the result of some miscommunication between you and your cousin who then passed on the miscommunication to the whole goddamn family but that’s just what you call a happy accident.

You blow out a breath, greedily taking in all the coolness of the glass pressed against your skin calling your mind back to your body. You weren’t really good with handling the not sleeping thing.

“You ok?” Tim asked his eyes flickering between you and the alarmingly empty road. There was worry in his eyes whether it was the fact that you looked like shit or the fact that the road you were on looked like the opening to a terrible 80s slasher flick. It was Halloween after all. It would be pretty perfect. Dread licks at your stomach at the thought.

You let the silence lapse. In the corner of your eye, you see Tim’s hand tighten on the steering wheel. You stare at the expanse of farmland stretching to the horizon debating whether to humor his question or to let him stew.

“I’m fine,” You picked the third option.

“You don’t look fine,” Tim deadpans, turning to you.

“Stop looking then-” Tim scowls at you his pouty lips pulling into an angle. You sneer. “-You don’t look too good yourself, Kirk,”

Tim makes an offended noise. You look at Tim, really look at him, for the first time in hours. Tim, as per usual, looked obnoxiously handsome even though he was running on at most 30 minutes of sleep and had eye bags running down his face. Somewhere lost in his contemplative expression was the blindingly obvious hint of self doubt. You’ve seen it tons of times.

You peel yourself away from the cool glass to look Tim in the eyes. Dread swims in the pools of teal looking straight back at you. Tim’s mouth edges between a pout and a frown. You soften, shifting in your seat angling until your body is facing his.

“Whatever it is you’re overthinking it,”

“You don’t even know what I’m thinking!”

“Ay,” You chuckle and shake your head. “Tim, it’s you. You overthink everything. I don’t need to be a mind reader to see that,”

Tim huffs. Maybe he was overthinking things.

“ ‘sides, I don’t see why you would be nervous 'bout meeting my family,”

Has it occurred to you I want to date you for real at some point? Tim thought a little frustrated.

You laugh when he frowns but instead of teasing him any further. You flick the radio on. Your hackles rise as it crackles to life. A smile flickers on your face when ‘All-star’ comes on. You cry out, a noise of shrill joy filling the air.

“Oh my god” Tim breathes, running his long fingers through his dark hair. “You absolute dork,”

“Kettle. Pot.” You grin.

Tim snorts as you loudly sing along with the radio. Unfortunately for him, your enthusiasm for the song was infectious. Somehow you both managed to miss every beat of the song.

You somehow felt like you were definitely forgetting something.

6 cans of monster and 5 things of 5-hour-energy drink later, you arrived. Tim’s nice-looking car pulls into the dusty gravel driveway of a rather large and old colonial looking house. Seeing the robust form of the large house looming in the distance injected your veins with a stifling source of dread.

You love your family to bits but sometimes their presence weighed so much. You can feel their words already pecking at you, drawing pit and pieces of your self into frayed fibers. All you can think about were the comments hushed behind palms and the dissecting gaze of dark eyes. Your mouth feels dry and you can already feel your feet pivoting back towards the car.

Tim reaches for your hand, lacing his slender fingers between yours. He smiles at you squeezing your hand. You can feel him rattling from his own anxiety but his effort steadies you. You grin at him and squeeze back.

Your teeth click the entire walk up to the large oak doors. Tim squeezes your hand again, his teal eyes sweeping over you with a concerned glint. You furrow your brow and somehow he understands and raises his hand to knock on the door.

The door bursts open. Music and laughter wash over you as hands hurry you into the front hall.

“Nay! Dito na sya! May dalang gwapo!” (Mom, y/n’s here and they brought someone handsome.)

About 20 heads turn to look at you. Tim feels some embarrassment from the attention but that doesn’t last too long as in the space of about 5 seconds, those 20 heads were swarming you both, pulling you into hugs, shaking your hands, and ruffling your hair in varying degrees of force and order.

“Beh, you’ve grown so big” Your aunt coos squishing your face.

“Nena, look at this guy,”

“Tita, he doesn’t have any tattoos,” Your little cousin marveled looking bug-eyed as she lifted Tim’s shirt. You swat her away but take a quick second to subtly admire Tim’s sculpted abs. Your aunt scolds him and your uncle drags you to the main room where more guests were sitting chattering or screaming at a foreign horror movie.

All the apprehension bundled into your stiff shoulders dissolves like seafoam against the overwhelming warmth of the festivities. The raucous laughter drags the roughness of Gotham away from your tongue. In place of your slow, careful syllables are quick clattering consonants and concise vowels. Your vowels were still elongated and angled to a sharp point unlike the nearly musical words of your cousins but as you said before ‘Gotham has its way of burying itself in your bones’. Tim just never thought about how saliently it showed itself in words. He wonders how his accent (folded, neat, and sterilized) sounds to you. He wonders how dull he sounds to you.

You have teased him about it. You’ve teased him endlessly about the way upper-class Manhattan just rolls off his tongue, how Alfred’s British affectations worm their way into his syllables. What you don’t tell him is how the smooth velvet of his words lull you into a hypnotic state that steals every bit of oxygen from your lungs. What you can’t make yourself tell him is that you would gladly spend your whole life listening to him read a fucking phone book.

The festivities were lively and informal. Jokes flying every which way. All alternating between your native tongue. You laugh into your drink, hiding the hesitant curve blunting your infectious smile. Tim nudges you to ask what’s wrong but you simply nudge him back and shake your head as if he had said something funny. Your relatives didn’t seem to notice your demeanor or if they did they left it alone.

Tim decides to leave it alone for now. Instead, he leaned into the flow of conversation. His years of speaking at galas working their magic on your aunts. They bombarded him with questions. Most of which sounded like screening questions at the embassy. You snarled at them more than once to knock it off but Tim shook it off. He knows they’re just worried about you the same way he worried for you. Well, not the same way but it was their way of showing they cared. He lets himself be immersed in the conversation. It’s more like he tuned into the sweet sound of your laughter but made sure to dedicate enough restraint to not look like a love-sick puppy.

“Tanga!” (MORON!)

“Baliw!” (Crazy!)

“E gago ka pala, di ba halata yun?” (No shit sherlock, isn’t it obvious?)

Tim is at best confused as he watches the volley of words between you and your cousin. Your voices rising above the blaring karaoke. Anthony (?) clamps a hand on his shoulder and laughs as he watches you and Martin (?) hurl insults at each other. In the corner of your eye, you watch his reactions checking if he understood a word. He isn’t fluent but he understood bits and pieces. He’s heard you mutter angrily about customers enough times to distinguish an insult.

“Dun worry about 'em. They won’t fight. They’re stupid but they’re not that stupid. ‘Sides, they’re too afraid of Nay for that,”

Tim gives Anthony a doubtful look. Anthony chuckles at him, clapping him on the back urging him to keep watching. He does if only to make sure you’ll be alright. When he does, he tunes into your words. Tim marvels at how musical you sound as you trade another round of rapid-fire jabs with Martin, how at ease you seem. Tim makes a mental note to get you to teach him. Though, he wasn’t entirely sure how he would justify it. Admittedly, part of it was just wanting to spend more time with you.

He can probably swing it.

A surge of protectiveness crowds his veins when Martin grabs at you but his hand is swatted by a cane. The air crackles with a sharp snap. The room plunges into silence. A small woman with silver hair stands tall and imperious at the other end of the cane. You and your cousins stiffen.

“Hi Nay,” You trail off with a distinct lack of grace. You swallow the lump forming your throat, robbed of any coherent thought by the stinging look in her eyes. You felt bare under her gaze. Layers and layers of skin peeling beneath the weight of her attention. Fury flickers like firelight across her dark eyes. Your skin suddenly felt like lint and you were sure you would catch fire.

A pause.

A bated breath held for what felt like an eternity.

“Iha(Iho), It’s been so long,” She says, softening. Her wrinkled face stretches into a kind smile that made you think of freshly cooked vegetables. Her cane folding to her side as she loops her arm over your shoulders. “It’s nays to see you,”

A choked sound comes out of you and you feel something shake loose. “Missed you too, Nay,” You breathed. Tim feels awkward, fidgeting in his place.

The soft smile on your grandmother fades a little. Her sharp eyes appraising Tim. The look wasn’t particularly venomous, but it left Tim feeling like he’d been cut open and analyzed. He wasn’t entirely sure of why you were all so scared of her before but now he fully understood.

She relinquishes her grip on you and urges you to go back to Tim. You frown a little, giving her a suspicious look which she returns innocently. You let out a little breath before walking back to Tim’s side. She gives him another long once over before silently strolling away. His stomach churned but eased at your touch. You still look uneasy but you don’t fuss over it. Not when Martin decides that he wasn’t quite done with bickering.

The festivities went on as normal. Maybe with a little less cussing going around. But Tim barely noticed when your laugh, free of any hesitance, echoed sonorously in his ear as he held you close.

Roz presses a drink into his hand. “Congrats, you’ve survived round one of Nay’s hazing,”

“Round one?” Tim hiccups into his drink. He coughed. The beer was strong. A strangely potent amount of alcohol that made his throat burn.

“Yeah, Roz, that was more like round 2.” You mutter sullenly, distinctly taking no sips of the drink Roz had also handed you. The paranoid Bat-part of his brain screams that he’s been poisoned. He’s struggling not to let it win over but your conversation wasn’t helping.

“Nay will eat him alive,”

“I mean. She’ll do it nicely,”

“Pfffft, right! Ok, Tony, name one time she’s been nice.”

“How about-”

“The thing with Y/n earlier doesn’t count,”

“Why not?”

“There was a hidden agenda,”

“Oh shit! The bitch is right- Ow! You are!”

You look at Tim apologetically and squeeze his hand. Somehow this does not calm his nerves, but he tries his best to ease into his touch.

On the trip here, you warned him that it was going to be exhausting. He assumed, incorrectly, that you were exaggerating. After all, he’s survived snobby rich people and his family. Your family seemed nice. He can survive a nice family dinner.

But what you neglected to tell him was that it would be sheer chaos. He definitely wasn’t prepared for the sensory overload. The house was almost unbearably loud compared to the manor. Every corner was filled with people chattering, playing games, eating, and doing anything to entertain themselves. Sure, Tim was used to chaos but he was more accustomed to short bursts. He wasn’t quite as prepared for the seemingly endless stream of conversations and liquor.

You had definitely not prepared his poor unassuming introverted ass well enough. Not even halfway through the night, Tim was ready to crash. The 20 minutes of sleep he got beforehand had not helped.

You, the angel that you are, guide him away from the party. You drag yourselves down the wide yawning corridor to the grand staircase.

Lit only by the thin veil of moonlight, the house showed its age. Walking up the stairs and walking through its hallways was like falling through time. The halls were lined with paintings, all landscapes and still-lifes. He’s thankful for that small mercy. His head swimming in liquor, he is reminded of the portraits at Wayne Manor and how their eyes burned at you as you passed.

The lack of portraits doesn’t make the house any less creepy mind you. Religious fixtures line the halls, crucifixes affixed to every arch-like mistletoes. There were doll-like statues of hollow-eyed saints at every corner table. It might have been the dancing moonlight but Tim swore he saw one of them move. Tim suddenly wishes he hadn’t ingested so much liquor.

Before long, you make your way to a bedroom. How the hell you knew which one to put him in was anyone’s guess. You lead him into the room. Touch gentle and careful as you coaxed him in. Soft jazzy music echoing hauntingly. The dancing moonlight and the solid shadows of the room highlighting your gorgeous features, drawing his attention to your plush lips. You lean over him to make sure he was indeed still part of the living. Liquid courage surging in his face, he presses his lips to yours. It’s cautious. He gently runs his hand through your hair, pulling you towards him with a push. The press of his lips is restrained, more of a question than a demand. Slightly chapped lips press against your sweet and searching.

Tim remembers the warm press of your lips, the way the pads of fingers trail against the soft fabric of his shirt, your warm breath fanning against his cool skin, then nothing.

Knock

KNOCK

Tim grouses into his pillow. Tim was having an absolutely wonderful dream. He could still feel your warm lips against his. Tim squeezes his eyes trying to go back to sleep.

Knock

KNOCK

‘1 AM’ the antique analog clock at the nightstand reads.

“I’m up!” He lies burying himself further into the thick sheets.

His brothers really needed to stop breaking into his apartment at 1-

KNOCK

Tim nearly falls out of bed when he remembers where he is. He jams a shirt over his head and some sweatpants before stumbling to the door.

“Hey Tim, you coming?” Anthony asks through the crack of the door.

Tim opens the door a little wider. “Where?”

“Outside,” Roz shrugs vaguely.

“Whe-”

You step out of your room, extremely hesitant. Your knuckles were turning white from apprehension. You look at Tim, surprise plain in your eyes. You flinch heat rising to your cheeks. Tim remembers the texture of your soft lips. He wishes that wasn’t a dream. You glare at your cousins who give you a confused look.

“Roz, he-”

“Awwww, ‘insan, you’re actually coming?” Martin mocks clapping you on the shoulder drawing, what Tim considers, an adorable squeak from you. His heart almost leaps from his chest when your warm body presses further into Tim’s side. You can’t hear it but Tim’s breath stutters in his chest. He loops his arm around you protectively. Martin gives both of you a sly conspiratorial look.

You scowl at Martin. Glaring with as much intensity and intimidation your burning cheeks would allow. Roz swats him over the head making him almost topple down the steps before Anthony even gets a chance to rebuke him. Instead, Anthony turns to you, brows furrowed. “You sure you want to come? Nay said-”

“La a!” Martin protested. Roz rolls her eyes and swats him again. “Dipshit’s right. Nay didn’t say jack,”

“Then why did you swat me?”

“E, I felt like it e,”

“Bish, whose side are you on?!” He snarls but before he can lunge at Roz, Anthony is already dragging him by the scruff of his neck.

“Shhhhhhhhhhh! Not so loud. The kids will hear us,”

“I for one will not help you wrangle tita’s crotch gremlins,”

“We’re going to be late and Nay is going to unleash hell upon us,”

Anxiously, you tug at Tim urging him to follow your cousins as they filed out through the back door.

“Where are we going?” Tim hisses.

All four of you share a look.

“We’ll explain,” You promise.

The journey was eerie. Punctuated by the fact that none of you explain jack. The walk was entirely silent, devoid of bickering or any sort of conversation. He can see the silence driving both Roz and Anthony mad. You honestly look like you’re going to keel over. The odd thing was that even the birds were silent. Not a single sound penetrated the thick canopy of juniper trees.

You wonder the woods guided only by the thin ribbons of silver light peaking through the thick clouds of leaves. Tim can feel your pulse as it thundered in your chest. No matter what was going on he would keep you safe.

You arrive in front of a rusted gate half a foot shorter than Tim. It was small, easily climbable with plenty of spiraling pieces to stick your foot into for purchase if needed. Your eyes cut to Roz who fished out a key he’d seen perched on one of the coat racks. Hesitantly, you held your hand out for the key. Roz, on the other hand, all but slammed it into your hand, grinning in a mix of absolute glee and relief. Your teeth click as you worked the lock. He wants to suggest just going over it but you seem quite adamant and he wasn’t about to push your nerves.

Finally, the lock gives in.

You all file in one at a time in a sort of practiced motion. Beyond the gates was a path with its stones polished from a shine from use. The scarce light coming from the canopy of trees rippling against them. It lit the rest of the way still keeping the surroundings in deep shadow.

The path ended in front of a small dilapidated stone structure that seemed too small to house anything.

“Age before beauty,” Martin jeers, bending down dramatically urging Roz to go in. She, in turn, shoves him in with a swift kick. The dark interior of the structure swallows him whole. Her dark eyes cut to you. You swallow but ultimately you shrug off Tim’s hold and relinquish your death grip on Tim’s arm. You let out a shaky breath as you step over the threshold. Just like Martin before you, the shadows leave no trace of you.

Tim reaches for the last bit of your swaying blanket. Roz taking the chance shoves Tim over the threshold, his vision goes pitch black.

“See you there, lover boy~”

The darkness is all-encompassing making his eyes completely useless as much as he tries to adjust them. Instead, he strains all of his other senses. He feels the press of moss-covered walls closing in on him. The staircase only seemed wide enough to let one person pass at a time. The stairs wind in shallow predictable patterns. The scent of moss and burning firewood grew heavy as he made his descent. Distantly, he could hear the soft padding of your shoes against the stone but he also heard the crackle of jazzy music. It was the kind he only heard from the old black and white movies Bruce and Alfred watched. It was oddly familiar but he couldn’t place it. The smooth baritone of the singer rattles in his head. A shiver of mild discomfort travels up his spine.

After what feels like an eternity, Tim emerges. His eyes slamming shut from the sudden brightness of his surroundings. He blinks, eyes adjusting to the light. His eyes take in his surroundings.

He was in a clearing. It was man-made, constructed using the same stones that lined the path you’d taken. The stone walls were covered in moss and ivy, but the stone that did peak out reflected the moonlight freely raining drown from the clear autumn sky. In the center of the space, sit 9 people including yourself. All cast in the warm glow of the crackling bonfire. It is a living thing, raging and casting shadows sharpening and obscuring features.

“I’m so glad you could join us, Timothy,” Your grandmother calls out as she fiddles with the nobs of the old radio perched in her lap. It crackles uncooperatively despite her efforts. He can’t pry his eyes away from it even as he takes his seat next to your shivering form.

Without much thought, Tim pulls you close. You tremble, teeth still clicking eyes wild and fixed on the radio. The radio is a curious thing. It’s an old model. It’s sleek but dotted with various nobs and switches. If he had to guess, it was something out of the 1960s. In the periphery of his senses, he hears Roz and Anthony step out of the staircase and take their places in the circle with Roz sitting right next to your grandmother.

Your grandmother stops fiddling with the radio then turns to Roz who is now comfortably seated. Your teeth chatter and your shoulder hitch as they silently converse. Roz inhales then exhales. Her dark eyes sweep over all of you making sure she had your attention. Based on the silence and the still forms, she did. She sits a little straighter, her shoulders rolling back.

She throws herself into a tale. It was a story she’d heard long ago about a man, a house, and a secret. Her calm voice carries over the soft roaring of the bonfire. It wasn’t the scariest tale Tim had heard but Roz told it well. Well enough to draw squeaks from several people including yourself.

Tim relaxes catching on to the turn of events. He lets you press into his side as you make your feeble attempt to get away from the story. Tim chuckles at the amount of theatrics you’ve all put into building up to this little gathering. However, all his smug skepticism vanishes when Roz finishes her story.

The static from the radio vanishes. Its various nobs move without assistance and its switches click into place. The same baritone voice carries from the radio. Tim doesn’t hear what it says as his mind reels. He turns to you and opens his mouth to ask but Anthony begins his tale before Tim can even formulate his question. Beside him, you fidget with his sleeve shaking hands clenching and unclenching on the fabric.

Tim remembers how much you hate ghost stories. You’d once gotten sick with a fever just from watching horror movies. At this point, you were on the verge of tears. Your breathing slowed abnormally as Martin finished his story. The radio predictably did not whirr to life after his story. Through your chattering teeth, you give your cousin a vicious smile which he volleys by sticking his tongue out petulantly.

It’s your turn.

You squeeze Tim’s hand twice before worming out of his grasp. You flutter your long lashes, lightcatching in them looking golden as the fire flickered urging you to delve into your story. You roll your shoulders and let your blanket and apprehension slide away in one smooth action.

You tell your story.

Your countenance still and grave as you tell a story of crossroads and terrible choices.

The radio huffs, seemingly amused by your effort.

“Well, y/n,” The radio coos. Your name drips like molasses from its speakers. It’s unsettling how crisp it sounds. Its voice absent of static as it addresses you. “You sure do know about bad choices. I believe so does that young thing- Pardon me. Young things swimming in the harbor. They’re just a tinsy bit cut up about it.” The radio teases almost sounding gleeful. You nod gravely, stomach reaching the floor.

Harbor?

You settle back down into your seat. Tim nudges you, cocking his head to the side to question you. Your fist clenches and unclenches in your lap before you look him in the eyes again.

“Case,” You mouth silently.

It clicks.

The harbor.

The bodies.

That’s what the radio meant.

Someone clears their throat urging Tim to tell a story. He stumbles through a half-remembered urban legend he heard from Steph awhile ago. His mind far too preoccupied with the new information to really devote to any theatrics.

His turn passes.

And the stories continue as he mulls over the information.

It’s your grandmother’s turn. Your hand grips Tim’s arms white-knuckled. You attempt to swallow down the fear but it catches in your throat constricting your airway. The flames dance casting her face in sinister shadows that bring out all the sharp angles in her features. Her smile curls cruel. Her bony fingers trace the seems and delicate patterns embossed on the old radio. Static erupts loud then dies down just as quickly. Her smokey voice fills the air. Heavy and commanding. The story spills from her lips smooth and velvety slick with gore and unspoken horrors. None of you dare to speak. Some don’t even breathe. Your hands scrabble for purchase on Tim’s shirt as you bury your face in his chest. You feel him wrap himself around you shielding you the best he can. Ear pressed to his chest, you can hear Tim’s pulse hammering. The terror soaking through to his bones. He remains steady. Unflinching even as the story reaches its climax.

The flames flash, fade, then flicker.

The radio crackles.

The smooth baritone of its voice distorting into something undeniably inhuman.

Shadows dance.

Their hands reaching out as the flames did. A hard yank from one of them nearly topples you out of Tim’s arms. He shifts you both away from their grasp. He glares fiercely at them making sure you’re safe.

Sorrowful moans fill the air but your grandmother is undeterred.

With a shrill cry from the radio, everything dies down.

The shadows retreat.

The fire simmers down now small and tame.

Everyone lets out a breath. Both of you could feel everyone unfurl. Tense muscles, locked jaws, tight chests all loosen with the end of the story.

For a long moment, the entire circle is still. Then your grandmother stands up. The rest follow her in a mostly quiet procession up the steps.

“Roddy was harsh this year,” Martin whines.

“Nope, you’re just terrible at it. I mean hell even y/n got an answer. It was creepy as all shit but they got an answer,”

“Uh- Is it a good time to ask what just happened?”

Your cousins turn to you.

“You really didn’t tell him anything, did you?”

“How do you propose I bring up the demonic radio?”

“Pffft,”

“Pirst, it isn’t demonic. Do you really think Nay would have kept it if it was?”

“She lets Martin hang around,”

“…….”

“Dis is a good point,”

“HEY”

Tim clears his throat.

“Raaayt, Ok so… once a year we tell the spooky radio stories so we can get answers or our future told,”

“Was the whole creepy walk necessary?”

“Nope,” You answer in chorus.

“It’s just our way of psyching up for it,”

“It’s your guy’s way. Tita at least let’s me hum songs,”

“Well excuse me for not wanting to listen to you sing,”

“Is there anything else you guys want to tell me?”

“Aside from y/n really not wanting to tell-”

You snarl at your cousins, red-faced and bearing your teeth. Martin and Roz cackle as they run. Anthony has the decency to at least look slightly apologetic as he runs.

“Y/n… What aren’t you telling me?”

“Tim, I- I’m- Damn it- I-” You put your hands on your face. You try to calm your breaths. “Look Tim, I-”You take another breath. “I’m sorry. I kissed you but you were drunk-”

“Wait that wasn’t a dream?” There’s a flicker in Tim’s chest.

You look at him mortified. You want the ground to swallow you whole. “Yeah, I- Tim, I know it’s- I’m sorry.”

He remains silent.

Your stomach feels like it’s going to burn up.

“I-”

“I want a redo,”

“A what?”

“A redo,”

a/n: I will rework the ending at some point but thank you for reading!

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himbowelsh · 4 years

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If you want to, 9 or 19 with webgott? I hope you have a wonderful week 💕

i’ve got another prompt for #19, so how about #9?

sha-la-la-la my oh my, looks like the boy’s too shy 💋 (accepting!) 9. one small kiss, pulling away for an instant, then devouring each other

The stars are brighter tonight than any other time in recent memory... and it’s not like Austrian skies aren’t impressive as a rule. The nights shine brighter in the countryside than they ever did over the bustle of New York City. No matter how many times he sees the skies alight, David will never get used to it. Something divine shimmers in each blinking star, something earnest and mythical in the constellations strewn like New Years’ confetti across the sky. He is not a spiritual man, but Austrian nights make him feel like he could be, maybe.

Tonight, the sky is putting in extra effort. Each star feels like a beacon, calling him away from war and mourning. One of them, he muses, might be Janovec.

He spun off the road just that morning, with little warning and no fanfare. One second, he was alive. The next... the war had claimed him too, and he didn’t even have a bullet wound to show for it.

The men who died on D-Day were heroes. David saw them drown in waist-deep swamps... gurgle to death on blood and bullets... strangled by their own risers and left hanging from trees like Halloween decorations. Heroic deaths, all of them, and their parents must claim some sense of pride in knowing their sons lives ended, not in agony and fear, but in resolute patriotism.

American heroes still sob for their mothers in their last moments. David still hears their screams.

Isn’t it such a privilege to die for one’s country?

Janovec didn’t even get that. He wasn’t taken out by enemy gunfire — only it was an American Jeep, and an enemy tree. Hoobler didn’t die in the heat of battle. His killer was a German pistol, but an American hand. Van Klinken caught machine gun fire, but he bled to death on Dutch soil, with Dutch dirt in his mouth and Dutch ash mixing with his tears.

Will they be called heroes, now that the fighting is done?

Austrian summer is warm, but there’s always a chill this high up. It bites at David’s exposed skin. He draws himself up a bit tighter, knees pulling close to his chest. There’s no real danger of overbalancing. The street may be a dizzying distance below, but this part of the rooftop is steady and nearly flat. He’d never have climbed out otherwise. David is not in the business of risking his own life unnecessarily. He fought a war, which ought to be enough; he’s got no intention of dying now that it’s done.

(Done for some, in limbo for others. In a few months, will they all be speaking Japanese?)

It’s chilly up here, but quiet, and perfectly dark — exactly what he was looking for. The sky sprawls above him, endless and alive with constellations. Each one welcomes him, calls out to him, tugs at the exposed threads of his soul. There, glistening brightly off to the right — is that Janovec? There, the one with the steady glow — Hoobler? Or maybe it’s Jackson — maybe those twin stars, glittering playfully side by side, are Muck and Penkala. Maybe there’s a place in the sky for more — hundreds, thousands, him —

“You gotta be kidding me.”

The unexpected voice jars him, like waking from a deep sleep. David flails. If the roof were any more perilous, he’d have certainly gone over the edge — but if this occurs to the intruder clambering out the rooftop window, he doesn’t seem to care.

“Of all the places — ow, fuck —“ Joe Liebgott smacks his head against the top of the frame. He’s too lanky; on the ground, he carries his long limbs with the grace of a feline, but he clearly wasn’t made for cat burglary. David sucks his lip, determined not to laugh, as Joe awkwardly forces his too-big body through the opening. “Of all the places to get yourself killed, Web, you know how to pick ‘em.”

“Figured it would have happened by now, in some way or another,” he replies with an easy shrug. “Why wait for anyone’s help?”

Joe says nothing — unless another muffled curse as his foot gets caught on the frame counts. By the time he manages to haul himself out onto the rooftop, he’s got a tear in his shirt sleeve, and multiple bruises to show for the effort. Never mind the fact that David didn’t invite him, or tell him where he was going; Joe still huffs at him as if it’s somehow his fault.

“People who can’t climb out windows typically shouldn’t,” is all David has to say on the subject.

“If they were made to be climbed out of, they’d be bigger.” Joe inches forward on his hands and knees, peering over the ledge with his typical morbid curiosity. A low whistle echoes through the quiet night. With a sigh, David settles back in his comfortable spot, watching the interloper warily. He doesn’t know why Joe’s here. Nevermind what he wants — he’s never been able to figure that out, and they’ve known each other for nearly a year now.

Instead of explaining himself, as he can usually be relied on to do, Joe goes quiet. It’s... somehow worse than chatter. Silence is heavy, like a lead blanket draped over their shoulders, weighing them both down. It feels more intimate, somehow. There’s not much space on this rooftop, only a few feet of distance between them, but the longer the quiet stretches on the more that distance shrinks to inches.

If only he’d brought cigarettes — that’s something to share, and a good excuse for sitting alone at night. As it is, if Joe asks what he’s doing out here... David doesn’t know what he’d say.

Joe isn’t paying attention to him, though. His gaze, too, is trained on the sky. No one can escape it tonight.

Unexpected, unbidden, Joe breaks the silence. “You ever think about what’s up there?”

David tenses. Too close to home. “I mean... sure. Sometimes. I guess... lots of gasses, and dust particles, water vapor... and that’s just in our atmosphere.”

Joe casts him a glance that’s half-annoyed, in the way that isn’t really annoyed at all. David hates how accustomed he’s grown to all those outspoken looks. “You know what I mean,” Joe says — and David says nothing, because he does.

“I used to... think there had to be something up there. Not really people, y’know? My Mom, she tried to raise us the right way — when our pet hamster died, she told us about immortal souls, olam haba, everything that’s supposed to come after. Except I never really...” He gestures for a minute, snapping his fingers like the words elude him. “Got it. My Mom will give you her opinion on anything, but even she can’t say for sure what happens when you die. It was all too hazy for me as a kid. I didn’t know what to look for, or... what it meant.”

David tries to understand. He comes up short, in ways he can’t identify but is painfully aware of. Even so, he tries.

“My mother’s family was Protestant. She used to say there were angels watching over us all the time.” His nose crinkles. “Just to get me to eat my Brussels sprouts, I think. The angels saw me feed them to the dog.”

Joe laughs, sound sharp as a knife in the gentle night. David can’t say why he’s pleased.

“Exactly, though. You Christians pretend to have it all figured out. God’s up there, he’s watching everything, and when your time’s up you’ll either go upstairs or downstairs.” His lips purse, the way they do when he’s trying and failing not to grin. “Jews are still arguing about how many heavens there are.”

“What do you think?” He asks the question before he means to, without really thinking. As soon as it’s out, David regrets it... but Joe doesn’t even spare him a glance.

“Aliens. Real ‘War of The Worlds’ type shit.” Finally, he allows himself to grin, and it only widens as he keeps talking. “Like to think Flash Gordon’s saving the universe up there somewhere. Maybe Superman too, but he’s kind of a chump. Probably some planets we ain’t found yet, suns and moons we ain’t seen.” He’s hesitates. “But I think I like that other idea now... that maybe there are people up there. Maybe there is something... something real after.”

He falls quiet. His hands are braced in front of him, taut as straining metal. David studies them, and doesn’t dare look at Joe.

“How many stars d’you think there are, Web?” Joe asks after a moment.

David has no damned clue. “A lot,” he answers confidently. “Millions.”

“Millions,” echoes Joe. The glittering stars are reflected in his eyes, like black pits sending each beam of light back outward. It’s almost hypnotizing, the way they flicker. If he stares too long, David knows he will get lost in them, so he forcibly tears himself away. Wherever Joe’s mind is going, he can’t — possibly shouldn’t — follow.

Guessing isn’t safe. Wondering isn’t safe. Seeking insight into Joe Liebgott’s mind, when it’s so… enigmatic to Webster’s own has never been, and will never be, safe.

The acrid smell of tobacco startles him. When he looks back over, Joe has lit up a cigarette, and is blowing a long cloud of smoke against the black sky.

“No, really, I’m fine. Thanks for offering,” David drawls, inching closer. Joe’s eyes flicker towards him; his mouth curls up around the cigarette.

“Only got this one left, Web. If I had one to offer, you know I would.” He clicks his tongue. “I’m generous like that.”

“A modern day Santa Claus, huh?”

“Ho ho,” Joe replies.

David reaches for the cigarette. He doesn’t know why — it’s not like he really wants a smoke — but the idea of doing nothing, of letting silence linger between them as they both stew in their own thoughts, is worse. Also, if Joe gets a bit of relief via Lucky Strike, he’s got no right to hoard it. Determined, David leans forward, even as Joe angles away from him.

“Yeah, no, nice try.”

“Share! You — quit moving, we’re going to fall off the roof.”

“You’ll fall, and I won’t catch you.”

“I’ll drag you down with me!”

He catches the cigarette between his thumb and forefinger, and deftly plucks it from Joe’s grasp. Victorious, David brandishes it high, letting a thin stream of smoke blaze into the night. Over the chorus of Joe’s curses, he takes a drag. It goes too deep into his lungs, too quickly; he ends up sputtering, lurching forward in a chest-rattling burst of coughs. His grip on the cigarette goes loose, and it falls from his hand.

“Shit, Web!”

David is too preoccupied with his lungs turning themselves inside-out to pay attention to Joe… until a hand finds his back, rubbing steady curves between his shoulder blades. He sputters, but Joe is there, coaching him through it, until he’s finally able to take a breath without gagging.

“Oh boy,” he mutters. “Oh god.” Then, realizing Joe’s last cigarette has fumbled straight off the roof, to the cobblestones down below, he hisses. “Shit. Sorry.”

“Nah. Don’t bother.” Joe is still rubbing his back, even though there’s no need to — really, he’s fine. “I can get more when I need ‘em.”

“No, I’ll — I’ll give you some of mine when we get back inside.” He breaks off with another harsh cough. By the time he’s done, David is spent; only a moment too late does he realize he’s slumped back against Joe’s chest.

The other man doesn’t pull away. Joe supports him, easing David upright and bracing his weight. He handles him like a delicate thing… and from Joe Liebgott, who David has never known to be delicate in his life, the treatment is jarring. David looks up at him, gaze pulled as though caught in a magnetic current; he finds Joe staring back. His eyes are dark as ever, still lit with starlight. His lips are wet.

“You okay?” Joe asks.

“Yeah. Fine,” David replies.

“I ain’t mad, Web,” he says, “but I would’ve liked a little more of that smoke before you tried to eat it.”

“I got enough of it to share.”

David’s not sure what the hell he's saying. It doesn’t matter. Joe’s lips twitch.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

His head tilts. David’s eyes close. A second later, Joe’s mouth is on his, warm and tender, and he couldn’t exhale even if he remembered how.

Maybe David’s the first one to cup Joe’s face; maybe Joe’s hand is the first to find his hair; maybe they're twined together for hours, or only a few precious seconds. When they break apart, none of it matters. Joe’s eyes are wide, pitch black. Surely his incredulity must be reflected back in David’s own face, because right now, his heart wants to pound out of his chest.

Joe’s hand is still on his face. He only realizes this when a rough-padded thumb caresses his cheekbone, unspeakably tender. “You okay, Web?” Joe asks again.

“Yeah,” he replies, voice shuddering. “Incredible.”

He’s not sure who moves forward then — it’s probably both of them at once, seizing that impossible instinct driven only by heat and instinct. Everywhere Joe’s skin brushes against his, his nerves explode into an electric shower; his mouth is hot and needy, consuming David’s as soon as they find each other again. Joe draws him in like he’s the only thing left that matters, and David is helpless in his desire to give himself up.

Please, he thinks desperately, kiss me like I matter. Kiss me like we’re both alive, and going to stay that way. Kiss me like the stars aren’t watching, and we’ll live forever.

Joe’s lips are a fantasy, and they thoroughly carry him away. For a moment, he lets himself go. Nothing matters but the pressure of Joe’s lips, sucking dark bruises along his jaw, or the determined hands that grasp at his shoulders. In the heat battle, you learn to zero your focus in on one thing, and that concentration keeps you alive. This is a different heat, a different ear waging between them, but David gives every ounce of attention to Joe all the same. He drives him forward, keeps them moving even when their hearts are beating out an urgent symphony in twin ribcages, and David’s is ready to burst.

“Joe —“ He gasps, over the sound of the other man’s harsh breathing. Joe shushes him, fingers brushing his swollen lips. David leans into the touch. Joe leans back to accommodate him. They both lean too far.

“Shit!”

For a second, it’s blind terror — the ground sliding away beneath them, fumbling for a hand of foothold as the ledge looms closer…

David catches them both, his heels catching on a gutter and halting his descent. Joe’s still holding onto him, so the momentum carries over. They’re dangerously far down the inclined roof; a certain broken back looks twenty feet below, the ledge within spitting distance. They don’t go over, though, and that makes the difference.

After a moment, Joe exhales a great, shuddering breath. One hand runs through his hair. “Fuck. Jesus fuck. Just lost two decades off my life.”

“Better than losing it all,” David mutters. He’s determined not to look over the ledge. Unconsciously, his grip tightens around Joe; he doesn’t realize Joe’s holding him just as fast until a small tug pulls him back from the roof.

“Come on,” Joe mutters. “Let’s get the hell outta here before we both end up weird stains on the ground.”

He doesn’t need to tell him twice. David casts one last look up at the night sky — serene, twinkling like it knows a secret but doesn’t dare say — before huffing, and clambering up in Joe’s wake.

Existential questions can wait until morning. Joe, on the other hand, has never been good at waiting.

#webgott #david webster #joseph liebgott #my writing #this is?? my first time approaching joe's jewish faith in any substantial way #and i was kinda uncertain about it bc its a topic i've always treated with kid gloves #i'm NOT jewish so did a lot of research beforehand about jewis belief in the afterlife #not sure how i handled it but... hmm #good-night-space-kid

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Mailing chocolates, it seemed, was too impersonal. The Japanese tradition was to give them in person, was it not? And as a surprise, at that. That left Sonia with only one option. She would have to give Ryuji the Valentine’s Day treats she’d arranged herself and with little explanation as to why she needed to meet him that day. Hopefully, he wouldn’t ask too many questions about why she wanted to meet in one of Shibuya’s parks, as opposed to the usual convenience stores and inexpensive restaurants they often visited. She didn’t think it was right to bring such gifts to a dining establishment and she certainly couldn’t visit his home. Thankfully, Haru had been a wonderful help correcting the Princess of Novoselic some of the cultural implications that, at home, would have been a non-issue.

“I hope this wasn’t too terribly inconvenient for you, and I’m not sure if you even like these really,” Sonia began, surprising herself by dancing around the point she was trying to make. At least she spoke clearly and smiled through it all. “But I hope you accept these Valentine’s Day chocolates. Happy Valentine’s Day, Ryuji-san!”

Inside the golden yellow box and coordinating bow, rows of pyramid-shaped dark chocolate candies and round milk chocolate truffles were neatly arranged. The dark chocolates were filled with dark chocolate ganache and liquid fondant to be tiny lava chocolates that would ooze upon biting past the outer shell. But the milk chocolates were filled with chocolate-hazelnut filling, far less messy, and rolled in crushed macadamia nuts. “I remember you telling me about your class trip to Hawaii, the one you seemed to quite enjoy with your friends! I’ve never been myself, but I thought a chocolate volcano and macadamia nuts might remind you of a wonderful time.”

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☠ - Time managed to bleed through his hands despite a shift of a holiday, hardly slowing, rather, keeping that same pace of trickling sands while he pushed through his training on this day. Motivation and a return to old form blew the blonde’s mind in ways he could’ve of perceived. So what better day to productively blow all that energy than at the gym? Through the help of his old coach and upperclassmen by the name of Ikeda, a regimen that remains rigorous, reward and perfect for warding off the rust across his body’s specifics was the goal for this Valentine’s day.

Gaining a small bounty of friendship chocolate had been a unforeseen boon that only made him double down. Seeing the smiling faces of those knuckleheads had been too much of a damn treat not to do anything less. (Taking Yusuke out to get a good meal as a miniature get-together had also fit into that equation.)

If only he could’ve known why Haru kept such a doting voice of knowing in her town. Ryuji simply brushed it off as a means of her being jovial in the atmosphere, enjoying the time no different than he had.

One text message however completely altered the route of his plans like a fork in the river. Business was business and his partners at the gym kindled a brand of training related friendship. So of course knowing the season, there he was being tacked on out with a number of teases, especially seeing how February serves as the season for some to shoot their shot, couples to get more couple-y, while some managed to romanticize facets of romance to make the world look a touch more sunshine and rainbows.

‘Too bad’ that with a huff and a laugh, he’d call them all some bastards after he freshened up, changed, and rolled out back to the busy streets. Like a bolt amidst a mass of sky,. he’s nimble and dedicated to his beeline, wading his way through the day filled with either saturated hopes or the jaded atmosphere as Inokashira Park remains the place to meet with a girl who’s pleasantly been in his thoughts. Just thinking of a touch of their previous ventures makes a chuckle rumble in his chest.

Oh yeah. There sure as hell was a good deal of memories they’ve made since their arrangement while having a blooming friendship.

“Yo, Sonia!” His cheerful voice would soon call as the scenery of an opened sky is replaced with the natural roofing of branches and trees. That had caught her attention, leading to them catching eyes and suddenly having her.. look a touch bashful? Or maybe that skittered in his imagination. Just being met with a soft nod while she balanced something in her hands was a little weird? Here he was much more adjusted to a upbeat prestige or the excitable questions to explore a world that cast refined inclination to the side.

”My bad it took me a lil longer than usual to hop on the scene here.” He begins, grunting in distaste at his tardiness. “The short notice caught me att middle up at the gymmmm-- ah ah, not that it’s a big deal or anything!” That definitely had to be set once she made mentions of inconvenience! Heading out for someone he cares for always had a priority even if there were routine plans for a day. ...And now that he’s getting a better look at this whole situation. Wasn’t that introduction of her’s a touch too kind while she swayed a bit in her spot? Once their eyes met with a gentle glare of sunlight remaining in between, the answer soon arrives, dressed up in an ornate box that makes his eyes pop open a deal wider while unceremoniously dropping that duffel bag of his to the ground.

Unexpected? Unexpected. Somehow that mind of his couldn’t translate the moment at hand while his eyes shoot open like saucers at the ornate box she presents between them both! Seeing that particular design as if she plucked this from the lap of luxury... That made the ticker within his chest speed on up, for real. ‘Wha wha wha.. Whoa! Hold on! Am I seein’ this right!? I.. She had plans of hauling some of these to me?! People usually just roll these out in the hand bags! But this.. I-’ Any other thoughts failed to meet the mark of coherency as he could only stop, stare, and just drink in the view of that familiar smile and the presented box set before him.

Soon a pair of mildly shaky hands would come to take it. No longer was it the aftermath of a good workout that supplied such heat, nor the hot shower taken before making his way on down here. The act in offering this gift itself had burned a fuzzy brand of energy through him while his fingers braced upon the box and drew it a touch closer. Naturally too curious for his own good, this led him to a world of intricate design, for chocolate of all the damn things! Being a more modest and moderate fan had left him ignorant to the designs outside of chocolate bars to bats and eyes on the Halloween days.

Seeing the spread while hearing the story began to tack so many of the pieces together. Antsy thoughts were quelled by the truth of her intentions, the inspiration as to why they’re designed this way and kindness shuffled into each and every one. Had she really been thinking that deeply over one of their past times while getting this fixed up?

So to see Sonia place that much care into him causes a soft sensation to well up as the dominate point of feeling. Settled upon his face was a genuine look of contentment swirled together with a touch of gratitude. “You.. Really went through a damn lot, huh? I mean.. Look at these! So frickin’ cool and designed like people draw with chocolate!” His enthusiasm instantly takes the charge while he glosses over them, taking a touch longer to notice how the play of positioning also added to that! This for sure got a ‘Yoooooooooooo!’ strained from his lips as his eyes instantly sparkled with joy.

”Almost doesn’t make me wanna eat ‘em.. Almost! Maybe I can keep a few for a touch longer and..” Noticing that his delight might’ve had him going on a small tangent made him a touch self-conscious, causing him to seize up while a soft laughter escapes from him. If it wasn’t clear from his expression alone within their momentary getaway of the park’s atmosphere, Ryuji here was really pleased with the gift. ..To the point that somehow the whole Valentine aspect hadn’t reigned as the highest mark of importance.

Spending some more time with her instinctively feels like the best bet in his eye. Taking good care in the way he closes the box, the dropped bag is quickly swiped up before he makes a charged point to one of the sites of scenery appreciating seating off to the side.

“In that case! You sure as hell unlocked a route to some more funny stories! C’mon- how about we try some of these together while we kick back for a while?”

....

“Oh and uh.” This much would be said as they pressed off to the selected spot. “Happy Valentines Day to ya too, Sonia. Thanks for this..”

Today would be another one filled with fun promise.

#more-than-a-princess #submission #| Keepsakes #D'AW THIS WAS SWEET #And much thanks for the send in!

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All the Rest (One Shot)

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Part 1. Lena x male reader. Reader is a speedster and reformed villain who became a hero for Lena. So when edge poisoned Lena reader gets really angry and gets Lena to the DEO and learns that Lena is pregnant with their baby and so reader waits until Alex says she’ll be okay and then Reader goes and gets his suit on and speeds over to edges office grabs him and smashes his window and hangs him off the side and tells him to confess? Part 2. The next day edge confesses about the lead poisoning and trying to kill Lena. Lena is happy to see edge going to jail. Then they show the video from a hidden camera in edges office where it shows reader threatening edge and Lena learns that reader did it. Reader tells Lena he is sorry for going evil and he’s worried Lena will leave him. Lena tell him it’s okay because edge needed to be stopped. Ends with a make up kiss and Lena tells reader about the baby. (Reader’s suit is like Zoom.)

A/N: Guyssss!! I’m so very excited to be writing your requests agaaain!! So now we start with the first one of this round, I hope you enjoy it and so much thanksssss to the person so sent this one, you know who you are, so it is here!! Finally!! Please let me know what you think!!!

Lena Luthor x Speedster M!R//Word Count: 2648

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The moment you heard Lena’s cracked message over the DEO speakers you didn’t even stop to think about what you were about to do. You put on your black suit and ran to where she was, and cursed when you realized your speed wouldn’t help you get up there where she needed you.

The whole thing happened too slow for your own liking. Supergirl’s blurred silhouette getting on the plane, the way it went down afterwards, Lena’s screams as the plane was cut in two. It was one of the rare occasions in your life when your powers felt useless. You were a bystander stuck on land.

Supergirl called then for you over the comms. She had Lena on one side of the plane and the chemicals on the other but she couldn’t hold both.

“Save the chemicals, not me.” You heard Lena scream and you hated they way she was always trying to put others before herself. The hero complex with it’s damn self sacrificing principle you could never understand. But if you had to play the hero for Lena you would do it, over and over until she was safe.

You ordered Supergirl to drop the chemicals. With your speed, you swore, you would be able to catch them before they touched the water. Then you ran across the them, grabbing every single bucket and putting them one by one at the edge of the water where they would do no harm. It was a matter of seconds. The chemicals, the city, the children and whoever, they were all saved, and you couldn’t care less about it. You saw Supergirl land gently on the ground on the other side and you quickly caught up.

You saw her smile the moment she caught you running towards her but at the first step she took you knew something was wrong. There were many things you loved about Lena Luthor and one of them was the way she always carried herself, with such grace and poise that it had to be impossible for her to miss a step. But she did and you were so surprised that even with your super speed you barely had time to stop her from hitting the floor.

“Lena!” You cradled her in your arms and looked for any sign of injury she could had have.

There were no visible signs of injury and as far as Supergirl knew nothing happened to her while they were on the plane.

It took you two seconds to go back to the DEO and a painful hour of waiting for Alex to finally talk to you.

“What happened?” You pushed as you paced around her office. The movement was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“She’s stable now. Don’t worry, she’s in good hands.” She sat, watching you intently. They hadn’t let you see her yet and it was clear that was getting on your nerves.

“Don’t tell me not to worry, Alex. Tell me what happened.”

“She was poisoned.”

“Poisoned how?”

“She had a mark on her arm, someone injected her, maybe before she was put on that plane. The symptoms were similar to lead poisoning but it was the same chemicals that affected the children. We’re treating her right now-”

“Was it Edge?” You just needed confirmation.

You had hear the news about the children getting sick in National City due to lead poisoning and about Morgan Edge’s friendly visit to the Luthor Hospital. Edge had showed up, pretending to care and using that as an excuse to hurt Lena’s image. After all, it was a well known fact that Lena had been the one to create the device that filler the earth’s atmosphere with it in order to avoid an alien invasion.

Edge would have done everything to get her out of the way and, if he wasn’t shy about poisoning children, you were sure as hell he had no problem with killing Lena with his same poison. How fitting would that have been? The apparent villain of the story dying by the consequences of her own doing.

“We don’t know that but, (Y/N), there’s something more. Lena, she’s…she is pregnant.” That finally made you stop.

Even with your speed, her words seemed to slowly sink in. “She’s what?”

“Pregnant, (Y/N). Lena is pregnant.” Alex punctuated each word and she no longer believed it had been a good idea to tell you about it as she saw your face draw into a frown.

“I wanna see her.” You demanded a second later.

Some people used to say that your story with Lena was some kind of a Beauty and the Beast type of story. It was laughable but you came to believe there was truth in all of that.

Lena was pretty much a beauty. You didn’t think one single person could look at her and not think she was an angel. But there was so much more. She had this confidence and elegance that made her stand in a room full of a thousand people. She knew what it was to walk that fine line between good and evil and still choose to do good for others. She had been the only person able to outsmart you and the only person you could say to actually have fallen in love with.

You, on the other hand, were a monster in some sense, never letting a tender heart get in the way of doing what had to be done.

You saw the world and the darkness that filled it. It was a brotherhood, full of killers. Thieves, fraudsters. Perverts, corrupt men. More and more criminals, with no shame or guilt or anything that could prove they were even human. They were all the same, scum infesting the earth just like the rest. You were no human either but at least you acknowledged it. A monster with a conscience and the power to stop further evil. The fastest man alive. That’s who you were. That’s what you were going to do.

“Are they gonna be alright?” You said to Alex without taking your eyes off Lena.

“They are both in the best hands.” Alex assured you again.

“Good. Take care of them. I’ll back in a minute.” You got up from your chair and were about to leave the room when she stopped you.

“(Y/N), where are you going?”

“I figured I need to grab some things for her. We are not leaving until you assure me they are completely fine.” You looked at her, putting a slight hint of concern in your expression.

She couldn’t read your face clearly but she knew you were more than worried about Lena. Furthermore, she knew what you were capable of but still she let you go. Not that she had a real choice.

But you were true to your word. Partially. You left and headed to the private apartment Lena and you shared. You took some clothes and toiletries for her and put them on a small bag. Then you returned to the DEO but not before taking a little detour to Edge’s office.

“Morgan Edge.” You called with your vibrating voice once you stepped inside his office. He looked up from his desk and he went pale.

It wasn’t your voice but your suit that gave you away. He had seen a couple of blurred pictures of it before and the rumors that came with it. All black and a mask with hollow eyes that could have matched a scarecrow’s face. Looking at you, right in the middle of his office in the middle of the night meant nothing good for him and he knew it.

“Wow, I though Halloween had already passed. Sorry, I don’t have candies.” He tried to hide the tremor in his own voice with a bravado.

“You are the man I am looking for.”

“Me? Sorry, who are you?”

“I know what you did.” You declared.

“What I did?” Edge scoffed. “And what exactly did I do?”

“Poisoned children, tried to drop chemical waste into the city’s waters, attempted murder.·

"So I guess you’re the new vigilante in town and have come to punish me for my so called crimes?” He mocked with a grin.

“No. I’m here to finish you.” He hadn’t fully caught what you had said but your next actions were clear enough.

With a swift motion you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him at the edge of his office window. Shards of glass went flying over the street and you left his body hanging fifty floors above the ground.

“W-wait!” He screamed. “You can’t kill me, if you do you are no better than I am, isn’t that right? Y-you are the hero.”

“I am no fucking hero.” You responded with a growl.

“No! Wait, please! What do you want? Whatever it is I’ll give it to you!”

“Your confession.” You said and he seemed to be more startled by your words than by his impending death. “I offer you a way out.”

You only needed to open your fist and let him fall. It was what he deserved, you thought, but Lena deserved more. She deserved justice and for once you realized this wouldn’t have been it. You had been angry but letting him die would have been to easy for you, for him. He needed to live and pay for what he had done.

“Confess to the police and this will be the only time you’ll have to see me. If you don’t, I assure you, I have plans for each day of the rest of your miserable life. This will be nothing compared to what I can do to you. Understood?”

When didn’t answer right away you pulled him back into the open air.

“Alright, alright! You win. I’ll do it.” He grabbed your arm and shouted frantically. You pulled him towards you, face to face.

“You better.” You said and tossed him back into his office.

That was the end of the night for you. You returned to Lena and sat beside her until the sun came up again. You stayed there watching the slow tempo of the rise and fall of her breathing. You had wanted to wake her up and talk to her about what had happened and about the baby, but thought against it. She needed rest and a peaceful sleep, now more than ever. You would both have a lot of time for that later.

Finally a new dawn came and Lena slowly started to wake up.

“I’m sorry.” She said once she recovered enough to remember what had happened during the night.

“Don’t worry about it.” You assured her. “But please, if you’re going against some bad guy, don’t go alone. You should call a professional and that means I would like you to call me before you rush into anything dangerous.” You tried to keep the lightness in your voice as you held her hand. It was ridiculous how soft you could be with her some times.

“I will.” She promised. “But, (Y/N), there’s something we need to talk.”

“I guess we all need to talk about something.” Kara came into the room, along with Alex, and carrying her bag. By the looks of it, she had been heading to work and, on a closer look, she didn’t look happy.

“We have some news.” Alex announced. “Edge confessed this morning to the police.”

Lena looked stunned. “I…I never thought I was going to hear something like that in my life.”

“Maybe he finally got a conscience.” You stepped out of your chair and faced the Danvers sisters.

“Maybe he got help getting one.” Kara opened her bag and pulled a tablet out. “(Y/N), can you explain this?”

A video started to play. It showed Edge’s office and him working over his desk. Nothing seemed to be wrong until a few seconds later, as the video showed a shattered window and Morgan Edge dangling from your arm above the street.

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “I think it is pretty self-explanatory.”

“(Y/N), what is it?” Lena couldn’t watch the video but by the tone of the conversation she guessed there was something wrong.

“I went after Edge and I convinced him of turning himself up to the police.”

“Convinced him? You mean, threatened him and then pushed him off his office.”

“Yes.” You admitted. “Yes, I did.”

“Do you realize what you’re saying?” Alex said.

“You’re acting just like him!” Kara raised her voice.

“Like him? Please, at least I had the decency of never hurting anyone who didn’t deserve it. Edge needed to be stopped and If I had known he was going to cause all this trouble I would have done it sooner. Now it’s done. You should be grateful.”

“This is not the way we do things, (Y/N). We could arrest you for this.” Kara pointed at you and you started to see red.

“And how do you exactly plan on doing that, uh? You can’t outrun the fastest man alive. Not you, not even Supergirl.” You looked directly at her. “I mean, you can keep trying. You have done it before, multiple times, and you have failed every single time. If I’m here it’s because I agreed to help and because of Lena, not because you have a hold on me.”

You hadn’t noticed the way you body had started to vibrate, ready for the fight, but Lena’s voice brought you back to reality. “You know he is right.”

“Lena-” Kara tried to say.

“No, let me finish, please.” She pulled herself up from the bed and faced the three of you. “(Y/N) is right. If he’s here is because we asked for his help and that’s what he did. His method may not suit the DEO or match the way we had done it ourselves but he did it to protect the city, to protect us, to protect me… and my baby.” There was a shift in the room after her last words. “Sometimes we don’t need a hero to fight for us but a monster to help us fight the darkness back.”

You three couldn’t have been more speechless even if you had lost your tongues.

“Now, I would like to talk to (Y/N) myself. If you don’t mind.” Lena finished.

Alex was the first one to move. She shook her head slightly and gently grabbed Kara by the arm. “We’ll leave you to it.” She said as both of them left the room.

“Are you mad at me?” You turned to look at her, a bit more worried than you could have admitted.

“No. I’m actually very proud.” Lena motioned to you to sit beside her. “You could have killed him but you didn’t.”

“Not that I didn’t want to.” You moved towards her and sat at her side.

“What made you change your mind?”

“You crossed my mind before I could drop him.” You looked at her. “To kill him would have been easy and I didn’t want to make it easy for him. And yes, I know a coerced confession isn’t necessarily fair but I thought about you and how I wanted you to see there was going to be justice for all his crimes. You deserved at least that after all the shit show he started.”

Lena smiled at you and placed a soft hand on the side of your face. “You’re going to be a great dad.”

“I’m gonna be a father.” Her words took you a bit by surprise but you smiled back and chuckled. “We’re pregnant. Oh dear, we are pregnant.”

Lena laughed as you kissed her again and again and again. The rest of the world instantly forgotten. They were your world now, let all the rest be damned.

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Innocence Tomb: Preview

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Yukie returned home to the apartments with a smile on her face. The project went better than she expected. Everyone loved it. They found it interesting. This may as well be her best presentation of her year so far.

When she opened the door to the living room, she could see the lights have already been flicked on. In fact, it wasn’t recent. Yukie could hear the sound of footsteps coming from upstairs. Who could it be? No one else lives here. Could it be Mei? It can’t be, she thought. It’s too early for her to be home.

Her positive emotions swiftly switched to fear. Anxiously she made her way up the steps to inspect the sounds. It was coming from Mei’s room. As she climbed up the steps, she felt something hard on her right foot, nearly causing her to fall off balance. She lifted her foot to see a broken green shard. She picked it up and could feel rough, sandy texture. Without even thinking, she placed it in her pockets. That was the door from Mei’s room abruptly slammed open to reveal Mei in a questionable state with unusually styled mess unlike when it was tied up and still in her uniform.

“Mei? What’s the matter?” Her voice stuttered into a gasp. “I-Is that blood? What happened to you?!”

Mei’s face couldn’t be described as either hasty, apprehensive, terror separately or even mixed together. She pushed through Yukie like she was in a crowd and rushed to the kitchen. She slammed her rigid hands against the kitchen counter and her breathing skipped beats like skimmed rocks. Her long black hair covered the wonder of thoughts in her eyes. Yukie wasn’t sure of drawing closer to her would act as a mistake. Quietly, she walked up to her, not once staring at the ground as if she was waiting for something to pop out. Mei let up a sharp inhale and sluggishly exhaled out, sweeping her disorganised hair out of her vision. She gazed at the concern child with a forced but creepy smile. “Yukie… you’re here… Get ready to go out because we are leaving. Now.”

“D-Do I need anything?”

“NO, n-no you don’t. You just need yourself.”

Mei grabbed her by the wrist and ventured out, without locking the door. Yukie grew more concerned by Mei’s gestures, but she remained obedient for her own safety. What was going on with Mei? This isn’t like her. Is she just playing a game to scare me or something? It is close to Halloween… Four weeks…

As they Mei drove in the car, Yukie sat in the back with the aura of remorse and… tension. She knew something was wrong. She could sense an emotion from her. Tears.

She recalled what the imitated voice told her.

“You will soon meet a terrible fate, little one.”

What terrible fate will I meet? Please, someone, please I beg of you, please tell me this is just a prank…!?

. . .

A few minutes later, the car came to an unexpected halt in the middle of the street. Yukie wondered what was going on. She looked outside the window of the car. They were roughly parked out of place near the middle of a bridge. Why were we here? Unexpectedly, Mei abruptly opened the car door and impatiently undid Yukie’s seat beat. She once again grabbed her by the wrist and lead to the edge of the bridge. Yukie could see the view of the sunset just within her reach. Orange and yellow melted together like the equinoctial leaves that dance to the breeze. Mei knelt down next to Yukie and firmly restricted her by the arms. Yukie was on the verge of tears. She was frightened by Mei’s absurd act. She could hear cars stopping in their tracks.

“Please stop!” Yukie called out. “This isn’t you, Mei! What are you doing?! Please, stop this ridiculous act and come back to me. Y-Your scaring me…” She just wanted to reach out to the real Mei and hold onto her until she made it back to earth. You will soon meet your terrible fate…

Mei sighed and slightly loosened her grip. “Yukie, look at me!”

She could feel herself shaking and struggling as she stared into Mei’s deep eyes, like an enchanted spell. “For as long as you and I remain, I want you to stay close to me and never let go. Do you promise?”

Yukie nodded, oblivious to what Mei genuinely meant. Then… Mei hugged her tightly. She could hear the sound of people shouting as they exited their vehicles. But the sound of her caretaker’s heart aroused any sound that decided to disrupt them. The look in her eyes forced her hands to wrap around Mei’s rips. She held on forcefully. At that moment, she couldn’t feel anything. She felt her mind go numb and her colourful vision trailing away. The embrace was warm and homely. She succumbed to the comfort and surrendered to sleeping as the last of her tears fell from her cheek.

Words continued to echo in her head around the dusky atmosphere.

Never let go…Terrible fate…

. . .

“Lady, what the hell are you doing?!” A man called out as he exited his car, slamming the door behind him. Others did the same, but he had an intention of calling her out. Mei stood up with the non-conscious Yukie still in her arms. She slept soundly. She moved closer… and closer to the edge of the bridge. With one hand she singularly hoisted herself up from the road and balanced herself with just the two feet she had. Everyone around her panicked and screamed at her to stop instantly but were more concerned about the little girl in her arms who was unaware of her close death.

. . .

Yukie could hear voices in her head from left to right. It sounded familiar to a sorrowful beg or a muffled-out scream. She still couldn’t feel anything. Suddenly, she heard footsteps, as silent as a dewdrop in the lake. She heard a voice.

“Child, you must wake up!”

Yukie tried everything in her power to open her eyes, but they stuck to shut like glue, or worst, sewn. “You must wake up!” The voice called out.

“Your terrible fate rests upon your shoulders.”

. . .

Yukie could feel her bones. She no longer felt stiff. Slowly, she blinked before opening her eyes. She compelled herself to look around the scene, but the next thing she saw made her heart drop. Within a second, she pushed her body away from Mei as much as she could. But the restricted grip on Mei grew tighter as she continued to struggle her way out of her grip. She called out to Mei and burst into a waterfall of tears the more her throat was cloaked with anxiety. “Mei, MEI!! What are you doing?! Stop, STOP!!”

The commotion only grew louder, that everyone nearby can hear the reverberated sound of panic. The man ran up to them to stop Mei was jumping, but he was too late.

Before Mei jumped, she whispered to Yukie with tears accumulating in her eyes. “I’m sorry…”

The water dragged them deeper down into the darkness. Yukie continued to struggle her way out as Mei succumbed to her death, but she had no chance by continuing to struggle. Yukie knew she had one choice left. I’m so sorry, Mei! In an act of ferocity, she kicked Mei in the face. The grip loosened and Yukie finally broke free. Mei irked herself to grab her, but she only missed an inch by her shoes. Blood trailed from behind Yukie as she swam as fast as she could to the surface. The tears from her eyes contrasted with the salty water, forming as small bubbles floating in the marine ocean. Yukie couldn’t hold her breath much longer. She swam faster and faster. She was getting tired; she was doing everything in her power to continue holding her breath.

But it wasn’t enough…

Yukie unintentionally drank a chunk of the sea water and choked on her own reliable breath. She couldn’t breath any longer. She could detect the light from the surface getting smaller and the darkness of the ocean layering up.

She couldn’t exhale her last word. She stood still and continued to hover about the water. Nonetheless… miraculously…

The last of her heart was still throbbing.

You will meet a terrible fate…

Terrible fate…

“My fate…”

#yukie #tanaka #yukie tanaka #mei #mei tanaka #innocence tomb #reflective fragments #part 1

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Summary: A chance encounter leads to a mistake, but was it all actually planned?

Pairing: Vampire!Jeongguk x Reader (FEAT. YOONGI FUCKING HELL)

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Word Count: 11.3k

TW: Sexually explicit content, blood, blood drinking, fighting, choking

BTS Smut Club Halloween Smut Fest: Prompt #58

The first thing that draws your attention to him is the crystal hanging around his neck. He’s sat in a back corner booth, disinterested in whatever drink sits in front of him. The atmosphere around him seems darker than other parts of the restaurant, like all the light has been taken away from him. Except for the crystal. It glows with a sort of incandescence you’ve never seen before; not unlike how glow in the dark objects don’t glow when you look directly at them.

The sight of the jewel is what intrigued you initially, but when you glance up and take a look at his face, your breath leaves your lungs all at once. He’s beautiful; truly perfect in every definition of the word. Ethereality can only just begin to describe his face. The more you look at him, the less ability you have to look away.

His pitch black hair falls across his forehead, accenting his almond shaped eyes with downturned inner corners. The slope of his nose is straight, ending in a rounded tip. His nose is also a little small, but it fits the proportions of his face perfectly. His cupids bow is rounded, sitting atop two plush pink lips, the bottom lip a bit thinner than the top. His cheekbones shine in the dark lighting of the corner; his jawline is sharp, chiseled, sculpted by the gods.

From what you can tell, his ears are both pierced; simple, but pretty rings hanging from each as well as a few studs going up his lobes, but nothing as beautiful as the piece hanging from his neck. He wears a dark blue, velvet blazer with black trim and a black dress shirt. He dons a matching pair of dark blue skin tight dress pants, black socks, and black leather shoes.

It isn’t until your eyes flick back up to his face that you realize he’s noticed your staring and is now promptly returning your gaze, taking in the sight of you like you’re a meal. You just barely catch a hint of pink flash when he wets his lips, his eyes trailing down your body from where you stand at the bar. A chill goes up your spine as you turn away to finish closing your tab. After you pay, you chance a look back at his table to see him still eyeing you intently; watching your every move. You take a deep breath before turning on your heels and fleeing the restaurant.

The night air is cool as you step out onto the sidewalk, and it helps clear a bit of fuzz from your mind that had accumulated from your wandering eyes. You hail a cab to head home, and as you open the door to get in, you hear a silky smooth voice behind you.

“Do you mind sharing?”

You turn to see the owner of the voice; it's him. The crystal glows even brighter up close and your gaze is immediately drawn to the pulsing light. Now you know why you can’t take your eyes off it. You’ve seen it before, but on someone else.

When you don’t respond, he speaks again. “Cabs are just so expensive right now.”

“O-oh, no, sure, I don’t mind.”

His responsive smile sets your nerves on edge as you both climb into the backseat and he shuts the door behind you. He relays his address to the driver first. At least you know he has no intention of finding out where you live, right? The cab sets into motion and you swear the man next to you isn’t even breathing, it’s that quiet. Other than the soft lull of the radio, the only other sound you hear is the pounding of your own heart in your chest as the man’s eyes drag up your body; taking in every inch, every curve with no shame.

You know he’s watching; he knows you know he’s watching, and he seems to take some sort of pleasure from it, cocking his head a bit as he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth. Just when you think he’s about to say something, the car stops in front of what must be his apartment building. He quickly pays the driver before taking one last look at you.

“I’ll see you soon.” He winks and then climbs out of the car, giving you one last nod before shutting the door and disappearing into his building.

As soon as he’s out of sight you feel like you can breathe again; like a weight has been lifted from your chest. You tell the driver your address and it only takes a few minutes more of driving to reach it. You pay and hop out, quickly heading up to the apartment you share with your best friend.

You shut the door and take off your shoes, leaning back against the wood of the door for a minute to catch your breath. ‘I’ll see you soon’? What’s that supposed to mean? You shake your head as you walk into your living room to see Jeongguk right where you left him; in front of the tv with a beer in his hand. You pass behind him and head to your room, quickly changing into your pajamas before heading back out and plopping yourself down on the couch with Jeongguk.

“Hey Kook.” You mumble in greeting.

“Mm.” He utters in response, too focused on the tv to really pay you any mind.

You huff in defeat and remain silent as you sink into the cushions to half watch whatever show Jeongguk’s so invested in. It doesn’t take long for him to pick up on your emotions however; Jeongguk’s always been particularly good at reading you for some reason; so he pauses the show and turns to you.

“What’s wrong.” He sighs, as if you’re being bothersome by having emotions. “Couldn’t find a good enough piece of ass to bring home?”

“Honestly, I wasn’t even looking tonight.”

“Then what’s up? I could feel you moping from the second you walked in here.”

“I’m not moping.” You protest.

“No?” Jeongguk cocks an eyebrow. “Then what’s this?” He gestures at your deflated posture.

“I saw something weird tonight.”

“Define weird.”

You purse your lips as you try to decide how to phrase it. “There was this guy…”

“Wow. How bizarre.”

“Kook-”

“What, did he stalk you around the bar or something?”

“No, no nothing like that. He just… You know that necklace you always wear?”

Jeongguk reaches under his shirt and pulls the dull crystal into view. “This one?”

“He had one just like it, but at the same time it was different.”

“Different how?”

“Well, it was kind of… Glowing.”

"Glowing?" Jeongguk turns his whole body to look at you; you seem to have caught his interest. "Are you sure? You didn't just have too much to drink again?"

"What? I- Yeah. I'm sure."

Jeongguk sits back against the couch again, seemingly contemplating something. "Did he do anything else?"

"We shared a cab."

"A cab?" Jeongguk's eyes go wide. "Y/N, he knows where you live?”

“No, no. He got out first. He said something weird though.”

“And the weirdness continues.”

“He said ‘I’ll see you soon’. What does that even mean?”

“I don’t know.” Jeongguk sighs deeply. “Just… Stay away from him.”

“Well I wasn’t exactly planning on calling him up.”

“Good.” Jeongguk turns back to the tv, apparently finished with the conversation.

“Why, are you guys part of a secret cult or something?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Then why do you have the same necklace?”

“I don’t know. Maybe crystals are popular right now?”

“But why was it glowing?”

“I don’t know Y/N.” Jeongguk repeats with a roll of his eyes, clearly exasperated by your never ending questions. Before you can ask anything else, the alarm on Jeongguk’s phone goes off and he chugs the last of his beer before standing up and walking into the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” You ask, turning and leaning over the back of the couch to face him.

“Work.”

“Oh, right.” For as long as you’ve known Jeongguk, which is basically since birth, he’s worked the night shift. You’re not sure where, he’s never told you because he claims he doesn’t want you to come bother him. You’ve never really gotten used to his bizarre schedule; he gets home when you get up, goes to bed, wakes up for dinner, and then goes into work around when you go to bed. Your phone goes off in your pocket and you pull it out to see several missed calls and texts from your friend Hyemi. “Shit.”

“What?”

“I forgot to tell Hyemi I was leaving.”

“You left your drunk ass friend at the club?”

“What? That guy was giving me the creeps.” You explain. “I should probably go get her before anything happens.” You go to get up, but then you feel strong hands push you back down on the couch. You swear you’ve never known anyone that can move as quickly or a silently as Jeongguk.

“Please, for my peace of mind, can you promise you’ll just stay home for the rest of the night?”

“But-”

Before you can protest, Jeongguk holds up his hand. “Tell me where you were and I’ll pick her up and take her home on my way in.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. But if she hits on me again, I’m leaving her on the curb.”

“Thanks Kookie. We were at Octagon.”

“Alright. Just… Stay.” And with that, he’s out the door.

You lean back against the couch in a huff. Why was he being so adamant about you staying home? Maybe Jeongguk actually does know the guy you were talking about and is trying to keep you away from him? This guy must be really bad news. You shrug as you stand, turning off the tv and the lights as you head back to your bedroom; slipping under the covers and quickly falling into a sweet sleep.

You wake up in a dream. At least, you think it’s a dream, honestly you’re not entirely sure; it feels so real. You’re lying in your bed, and it’s the middle of the night; the clock on your nightstand says 2:37. You feel a cool breeze and sit up in confusion to look around and find the source; that’s when you see him, the glowing crystal around his neck assuring you that it is actually him. He’s outside the window on the wall across from you, which is now open. He’s sitting in a tree, watching you closely.

Your heart skips a beat as his eyes flicker over your body, even from a distance his gaze is sharp, almost as though it’s piercing right through you. Your curiosity gets the best of you as you stand; causing him to smile deviously as your feet carry you toward him. When you reach him, you simply stare at him and he smirks.

“You again?” Your voice is much quieter than you wanted it to be, almost meek.

“Invite me in?” He grins cheekily at you. It sounds like a question, but the look on his face tells you it’s an order. You step to the side and gesture for him to enter; which he does quickly, his lithe body quickly clambering over the window sill and into your room.

“You couldn’t just let yourself in? You got the window open, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t want to be rude.” He states simply, striding past you and seating himself on your mattress. He’s dressed in the same attire he was wearing at the restaurant, save the few extra buttons on his shirt that have been popped open, revealing just a bit of his deliciously pearlescent skin as he leans back on his elbows. “So, this is your place?”

“Obviously.” You sass, cocking your hip. “Can I help you with something?”

“Got a roommate?”

“He’s asleep down the hall.” Jeongguk’s actually still at work, but he doesn’t need to know that.

He smirks knowingly. “You don’t have to lie to me sweetheart. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Then what do you want?”

“I want quite the opposite in fact.”

“The opposite of what?”

“Hurting you.” He explains, patting the bed next to him.

You hesitate, your baser instincts telling you you shouldn’t, but there’s just something about him that causes your feet to have a mind of their own as they carry you over and seat you on the bed next to him.

“For the second time, what do you want?”

“Just a taste.”

“A tas-” Before you can finish your sentence, the man pushes you down onto your back and crawls on top of you, placing a soft kiss against your neck.

“Mm, you smell so good.” He groans.

“W-what are you doing?” You stare up at him as he grabs your arms and pins them down on either side of your head.

“What’s wrong love? It’s just a dream. Don’t you want a to play a little bit?” He releases one of your hands to trail a finger down from your ear to your neck and down between your breasts. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off me earlier.”

It is just a dream, right? So, you can say yes and there won’t be any consequences. “What kind of playing?”

“Like I said, I just want a taste.” He smirks down at you and you hesitate a moment before nodding, giving him your permission.

He leans down, barely a breath away from you, but just when you think he’s about to kiss you, he buries his face in the juncture of your neck and shoulder, inhaling deeply before pressing his lips to the sensitive skin there. You whimper lightly as he sucks dark marks into your neck. You grip the fabric of his shirt tightly as he presses his body against you, settling himself between your legs.

You moan in want, pulling him closer and you feel him smirk against your skin. He laves his tongue over the dark hickey he created at the base of your neck before biting down on the bruise. You whine at the feeling, pleasurable at first, but then you feel something prick your skin, like the man is pressing two small needles into your neck.

“Ah- What… What are you doing? You’re hurting me.” You try to push him away but he only pulls you closer, pressing harder against your neck. “Hey, get- Ah~” Your protesting dies in your throat as he renders you unable to speak by slipping a hand into your shorts and deftly flicking his fingers through your folds, thrusting two deep into your core while fiercely rubbing against your clit. “Oh fuck~!”

You hadn’t expected the sudden intrusion, but you’re suddenly overwhelmed by wave after wave of euphoria, like some sort of drug has entered your system. Your orgasm crashes into your body without any warning at all. The man’s fingers slip out of you and he sits back. You can feel your consciousness slipping, but just before it fades, you see the man smiling down at you, and you swear his teeth are stained with blood.

When you wake up, it’s already morning. Strange; usually you wake up at least once during the night. You sit up with a groan. For some reason your neck is killing you, you must’ve slept funny during your dream last night.

Your dream.

You look over at your window to see it’s closed and locked, just the way it was when you fell asleep. God, that dream was so realistic, it’s like you can still feel his fingers inside you. And what great fingers they were. As you stand you feel a bit of slickness between your legs; you must’ve touched yourself in your sleep again. You hope you didn’t make any noise this time, knowing Jeongguk will tease you relentlessly if he heard you.

You grab your phone off the nightstand to check the time. You screen is littered with texts from Hyemi, thanking you for letting her sit in a car alone with Jeongguk. It's 10:30; Jeongguk’s probably already fast asleep, so at least you won’t get nagged until he wakes up tonight. You stand and make your way to the kitchen to get some breakfast. When you get there, you decide on coffee and cereal. You start up the coffee pot and grab a bowl from the cabinet above you.

Just as you start to pour your cereal, the front door opens wide and a very tired looking Jeongguk stumbles into the apartment. Wow, he’s home really late.

“Pour me a bowl will you?” He mutters, as he joins you in the kitchen.

“Are you just getting in?” You ask, grabbing another bowl and dumping some cereal into it.

“Yeah…”

“Why are you so late?” You hand him his bowl before walking over to the fridge and grabbing the milk, pouring it into your own bowl and then passing it to Jeongguk. You grab a spoon and then take a seat at the table.

You don’t know why you and Jeongguk actually have a kitchen table that seats six, the two of you never invite anyone over. Jeongguk meanders over and sits across from you, immediately digging into his cereal as though he’s starving.

“So, rough night?” You tread carefully, knowing Jeongguk can be a bit prickly when he gets off work late.

“Had to train some smug ass new guy who thinks he knows everything just because he’s a little bit older than me. He disappeared for half the night. I have no idea where he went, but when he came back he seemed to have ea- um. It seemed like he did his work alright, but because of him I didn't get to do mine.”

“Well, at least he did his?”

Jeongguk nods as he runs his fingers through his hair. Suddenly his eyes go wide as he looks up at you. “But my night wasn’t as rough as yours apparently. What the hell happened to your neck?”

“What do you mean?” Your hand flies to the spot in question, feeling around for something out of place.

“Are you kidding? You’re covered in bruises. Did you invite some guy over after I left that’s into hickies?”

You abruptly stand and make your way to the bathroom, Jeongguk following close behind. You flick on the light and stare at yourself in the mirror, your eyes going just as wide as Jeongguk’s. Your neck is absolutely littered with bruises, and right at the base of your neck are two distinct puncture marks.

“Oh my god… It was real…” You mumble.

“What was real?”

“The dream. I had a dream last night about the guy from Octagon. It was real.” You turn to Jeongguk, panicked. He reaches a hand up and prods at the bite mark, moving closer to inspect it thoroughly. After a minute he slams his fist on the counter.

“Goddamnit…” Jeongguk curses, trudging back to the kitchen.

“What?” You accompany him back to the kitchen to see him pouring himself some coffee. “Why are you drinking coffee, aren’t you going to bed?”

“No, go get dressed.”

“What? Why?”

“Just… Go get dressed.”

A bit perturbed, you oblige, heading to your room and throwing on some clothes before joining Jeongguk back in the kitchen. Jeongguk has on a black hat, a black face mask pulled down over his chin, and a black sweatshirt. His keys are in his hand and he twirls them as he chugs the last of his coffee. He heads for the door when he sees you’ve returned.

“Let’s go.” He pulls up his face mask as he turns.

“Where are we going?” You inquire, slipping on your shoes as he does and then locking the door to your apartment behind you when he doesn’t.

He doesn’t answer, instead he walks down the stairs, a bit more brisk than his usual lazy pace. You’ve never known Jeongguk to hurry to get anywhere, but now, he barely gives you time to shut the car door before he’s pulling away from the curb. His foot is a bit heavy on the accelerator as well, and honestly it’s starting to scare you a bit.

He pulls up to a run down warehouse of sorts and parks. Is this where he works maybe? But why did he bring you here? And what does this have to do with the marks on your neck?

“Stay.” He orders as you move to take off your seatbelt.

You huff in annoyance as he slams the door and you watch him march into the large brick building. You sit in silence for a few minutes before you see Jeongguk stomping back to the car. He jumps back in and pulls back into the flow of traffic, not bothering to put his seatbelt on this time as he speeds down the busy streets on the outskirts of Seoul.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on or-”

“In a minute.” He snaps, making you flinch back a bit. Sure Jeongguk’s had his bad days before, but you’ve never seen him this worked up. It’s a short drive to your next destination, an old, but recently remodeled apartment complex. It looks familiar. “Come on.” Jeongguk sighs as he gets out of the car. This time, you unbuckle your seatbelt and follow behind him as he leads you up two flights of stairs and around the corner to apartment 3B.

Jeongguk pounds furiously on the door, so hard you’re afraid the wood might splinter under his touch. He continues knocking until you both hear a loud “I’m coming” from the other side.

“Jeongguk what are we doing here?”

“Just wait.” He growls. You’re about to demand an answer when the apartment door opens and you’re greeted by a sight you never thought you’d see; it’s the man from last night.

“Kook? What are you doing here? It’s almost noon.” The man yawns, though in this state, he seems a bit more innocent, almost cute.

“You son of a bitch!” Jeongguk lunges forward, and you hear a small squeak as he grabs the other man by the throat and disappears into the dark apartment.

“Jeongguk!” You run after him, scrambling along the wall until you find a light switch. When you find it you immediately flip it on, though it doesn’t do much to illuminate the room, as it only turns on a small lamp that sits on a table in the living room, but it does enough. Jeongguk currently has the older, shorter man pinned to the wall by his throat, the man’s feet not even touching the ground as Jeongguk glares up at him. “Jeongguk!” You yell again to try and catch his attention, beyond confused as to what’s going on, but he ignores you.

“Did you touch her??” Jeongguk barks.

“Wha-”

“Did. You. Touch. Her.” He interrupts the boy, his voice deepening. The other boy opens his eyes, looking around the room frantically for whoever ‘her’ is. When his eyes land on you, you can see his breath catch in his throat and your body freezes on the spot. He studies you for a moment before smirking down at Jeongguk.

“How could I not?”

That’s the wrong thing to say. Newly infuriated, Jeongguk pulls the man away from the wall, still by the throat, and slams him down into the floorboards with more strength than you thought possible, cracking the wood. A normal person would be paralyzed, maybe even dead from the sheer force of the impact, but the man simply laughs.

“She’s mine!” Jeongguk hisses.

“You know you’re supposed to mark your feeders Kook. How was I supposed to know?”

“She’s not a feeder you piece of shit!” Jeongguk brings his other hand down to the man’s throat.

“No?” The boy croaks as Jeongguk closes his airway. “Perhaps your lover then? Or is it unrequited?”

“You’re going to regret ever touching her Yoongi.” He spits the name out with venom.

“Jeongguk!” You chide, rushing over to try and pull Jeongguk off. “Jeongguk stop!”

Jeongguk only shakes you off. “Is that where you went last night? Hm? You tried to kill my best friend?”

“K-kill…?” You mumble as you sit back on your heels, the word rendering you motionless once more.

“Of course not. I couldn’t have killed her, she has a roommate.”

“Yeah, I’m her roommate.” Jeongguk presses on his throat harder, making Yoongi’s face turn red as he struggles to breathe. “Fucking idiot, do they teach you nothing in Daegu??”

Yoongi tries to answer, but at this point his face is purple, and it only takes a few more seconds before he passes out from lack of oxygen, his body going limp underneath Jeongguk.

“Goddamnit.” Jeongguk releases him, letting his head hit the floor with a harsh smack before sitting back on his heels next to you. Jeongguk’s panting heavily, so you tentatively reach out a hand to rub his shoulder, but his head whips around quickly at the touch, frightening you and causing you to flinch back. It’s only then that you see Jeongguk’s teeth are bared, and there, right where his canines should be are four beautiful, pointy, pearly white fangs.

You fall back on your ass and freeze; unable to move, unable to speak, unable to process the sight in front of you. Jeongguk seems to remember that it’s you in front of him and he quickly shuts his mouth. When he opens it again to speak, the fangs are nowhere in sight. Did you imagine them?

“Y/N, shit. I’m so sorry. I didn’t want you to find out like this. I… I didn’t want you to ever find out.” He moves to touch you, but you flinch back. “Y/N, please…” He pleads, guilt flooding his features.

“What… What the hell?” You finally speak, but it comes out as more of a squeak, not doing much to hide how terrified you are.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me.” He assures you. When you raise your brow suspiciously he adds to his statement. “I’m still me, I’m still Jeongguk.” He reaches a hand out to help you up. You hesitate, but eventually, you take it and he pulls you to your feet with him. “Sit on the couch, okay? I’ll be right back.”

You nod, a little unsteady as you make your way to the sofa, watching as Jeongguk scoops up Yoongi and carries him down the hallway into what is probably his bedroom. When Jeongguk returns, he helps you stand and then leads you back to the car.

The ride home is silent, tense even. When you arrive back home, you trudge up the stairs behind Jeongguk. He leads you inside and into the living room and then takes a seat next to you on the couch. It feels like it should be normal, like nothing changed, but it’s not; and things aren’t normal and you're pretty sure everything's about to change.

Jeongguk reaches over and grabs your hands, holding them tightly in his own, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. He stares down at your interlocked fingers, looking like he’s struggling for the right way to phrase what he wants to say to you. He lets go with one hand and absentmindedly plays with the crystal around his neck like he always does when he’s nervous or upset. You’ve never seen him in such a perplexed state before, so you decide to help him.

“So… What are you?”

“Care to take a guess?” He asks. You shake your head no, so he takes a deep breath. “I’m a shadower.”

“A shadower?”

“...A vampire.

You can’t help the derisive snort that leaves your throat, thinking he must be fucking with you, but when you see the look on his face, you realize that this is all too real. “S-seriously?”

He nods. “I’m sorry. I never wanted you to find out…” He mutters the last part, running his fingers through his hair. “But when I saw what Yoongi did… I thought you deserved to know, so you can stay away from the ones like him.”

“The ones like him?” You repeat, tilting your head in question.

Jeongguk purses his lips, searching for the right words as his hand falls to his crystal again. When he feels the rough gem against his skin, his face lights up and he takes the necklace off over his head, holding it out to you.

“You know how you always asked me where I got this?”

“You said it was from your parents.”

He nods. “It was. My parents… They were like me. Or I guess, I’m like them. They were shadowers too.” He explains. “My dad gave me this just before they died.”

“In the car accident?”

“It was no accident. Someone wanted to kill them. That’s why I moved to live with my aunt for a while in middle school, remember? They wanted to kill me too.” When you look confused, Jeongguk elaborates. “My dad had a normal job. He always did. He wanted to feel human. Someone from my dad’s work found out what we were and tried to kill us. After the first attempt, my parents sent me to live in Busan so I’d be safe. They were killed a few days later. The man from my father’s work caused the accident, and when they didn’t die from the impact, he decapitated them and made it look like it happened when they wrecked.”

“Jeongguk, I had no idea. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, thank you. But anyway, every shadower is given a crystal when they reach a certain age. It’s a survival tool.”

“How does that…?” You trail off, unsure of what to say.

“You know how the other night, you saw Yoongi’s crystal glowing?” You nod. “That’s how. Once a shadower decides they want to feed on someone, the crystal glows, but it can only be seen by the person the shadower wants. It emits a light that attracts the person to the shadower, like a moth to a flame sort of deal.”

“So, that’s why I’ve never seen yours glow?”

Jeongguk nods. “Most shadowers don’t use their crystal, we rely mainly on animals for blood, but there are still a few, like Yoongi, that call themselves ‘purists’. They’ve never tasted anything other than human blood.”

“How do they get away with it?”

“They have ‘feeders’, willing participants who offer themselves up whenever their shadower needs a drink. They’re basically put on reserve and used whenever needed; only drained of enough blood to get the shadower by, but when a purist gets bored, they’ll kill the human, draining them completely and moving on to mark their next victim.”

“They mark their victims?”

“It’s like a signature, so others know not to touch them.” Jeongguk explains. “Feeders are treated as property, and once they’re marked, other shadowers leave them alone, unless of course there’s someone who decides to challenge the owner.”

“Like a territory dispute or something?”

“Basically yeah. You’re seen as theirs until they decide they’re done with you.”

“Why didn’t you mark me? So that others would stay away?” You inquire, genuinely curious.

Jeongguk flushes bright red at your question. “Ah, um, because then you’d know about all this. And, w-well, being marked is sort of an intimate ceremony.”

“O-oh.” Your mind flashes back to the previous night. “W-wait, did Yoongi mark me?”

“Of course I did.” The voice comes from behind you and you and Jeongguk both whip around to see Yoongi leaning against the wall, watching you both. God knows how long he’s been standing there, or when he even got here, but Jeongguk instantly tenses at the sight of him. “I had to get to you before anyone else.”

“No one else would dare go near her. They know she’s mine.” Jeongguk spits.

“Not anymore.” Yoongi smirks. “And I’m not a purist.” He states, striding over to where you’re seated on the couch and draping his arms around your neck. “I just couldn’t resist this sweet little fruit.” He buries his nose in your neck and inhales deeply. “I don’t know how you did Kook, she smells sooo good.” He places a soft kiss against the bite mark he left on you before letting you go and sitting on the table in front of you both. “And she tastes even better.”

If Jeongguk wasn’t mad before, he is now. You can see him shaking, bristling with anger at that little display of dominance Yoongi just demonstrated. Jeongguk bares his teeth again, and you see his fangs slide out as his eyes darken to a dangerous shade of red you’ve never seen before.

Yoongi laughs at this. “Are you challenging me?”

Jeongguk’s lip curls. “You’re damn right I am. She’s mine.”

Yoongi hisses, and when you look up at him, his own fangs are out. He only has two as opposed to Jeongguk’s four, but it’s still a terrifying sight to see; his eyes are a brighter, bloodier red, a stark contrast to Jeongguk’s dark crimson irises.

“Looking a little dark there. What’s wrong? Didn’t get enough to eat last night?” Yoongi teases.

“You son of a-”

“Stop!” You cry out, interrupting them as Jeongguk lunges at the older man, but as he leaps into Yoongi, knocking him off the table and to the ground for the second time that day, he stops, sits up on his knees and they both stare at you in question. “Stop trying to kill each other!” You command.

“But Y/N-”

“I said no!” You cut off Jeongguk’s protest. “Get back up here and sit down. You're not allowed to ruin our floor too.”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes at you, but he listens, getting off Yoongi and then marching over to seat himself back on the couch, his arms crossed over his chest.

Yoongi sits up and smiles at you. “Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me yet, you get over here too.” You order. Yoongi nods, standing up and seating himself back on the coffee table. It’s silent for a minute as you eye both boys carefully. When you’re sure they’re not going to try anything else you continue. “Okay, obviously, something needs to be done about this whole thing. Can the mark be removed?”

“Yes.” Jeongguk states.

“But only if I want it to be.” Yoongi informs you.

“OR if she doesn’t want to be your feeder anymore.” Jeongguk reminds the boy.

“Oh yeah?” Yoongi smiles deviously. “And who’s she going to get to replace the mark, you?”

“If that’s what it takes.” Jeongguk growls.

“Wait, replace the mark?” You interrupt.

“If you want the mark removed without my permission, you have to find another shadower to replace my mark with their own and then they can remove theirs.” Yoongi states. “But like Jeongguk said, it’s a rather intimate ceremony and I can pretty much guarantee if someone else gets a taste of you, they won’t want to let you go either.”

“Okay, Kookie, what would you have to do to mark me? What’s the ceremony?”

“Oh, um, w-well, I… uh-”

“He has to make you cum while feeding on you.” Yoongi interrupts Jeongguk’s stuttering.

“Oh… Well, couldn’t you just feed on me while I, you know, do it myself?”

“Nope.” Yoongi laughs. “It doesn’t work that way. It has to be him.”

“You know, I bet it’s only a temporary mark.” Jeongguk spits. “I could just kill you and it’d fade.”

Yoongi scoffs. “But do you want to risk her being stuck with it forever?”

Jeongguk turns to you. “Y/N, what did he do to you last night?”

“W-what?”

“Did he, well, you know… Did he fuck you? Or did he do something else?”

“Jeongguk!” You squeak, embarrassed by his intrusive inquiry.

“If he didn’t fuck you, I can just kill him and this whole thing will go away, we can go back to normal.”

“No one’s killing anyone!” You state.

“What do you want to do then?” Jeongguk asks.

“I don't know, I just… I need some time to think. To process.”

“Take all the time you need baby.” Yoongi coos, moving to sit behind you and resting his chin on your shoulder, making Jeongguk hiss under his breath. “You have to remember Kook, she had to be willing for my mark to take effect.”

“Shut it Min.”

Yoongi shrugs and wraps his arms around your waist. You hate to admit it, but the feeling of this man next to you, touching you, claiming you, sets your heart a flutter. Something about his presence relaxes you, and you lean back into his chest for only a minute before Jeongguk grabs your arms and yanks you toward him.

“Stop that!” He shouts at the older boy. “Y/N, you can’t get close to him like that, it’s dangerous.”

“What are you talking about? I was just getting comfortable.” You grumble.

“No, he was making you comfortable. He was trying to influence you.”

“Jeongguk-”

“I’m serious. When he fed on you last night, did you feel high at any point?”

You think back and remember the waves of euphoria you felt when he touched you. “I- Yeah, but what does that have to do with anything?”

“That was him marking you. You felt that way because he mixed some of his blood with yours and now it’s in your system. He can control you if you get too close.”

“Are you serious?” You ask, whipping around you to look at Yoongi accusingly.

“What if she likes being controlled? She didn’t seem to have a problem with it last night.” Yoongi states, brushing your hair off your shoulder to expose your bruised neck to him. He quickly buries his face in your shoulder, inhaling deeply. “You know, I’m starting to feel a bit hungry.” Yoongi teases, letting his fangs rest on your soft skin.

“Don’t you dare do that in front of me.” Jeongguk growls.

Yoongi chuckles darkly before looking up at Jeongguk. “You’re free to leave anytime.”

“This is my house.” Jeongguk wraps his own arms around your waist and pulls you flush against him, out of Yoongi’s reach, but causing Yoongi’s fangs to scratch your neck as you’re pulled away from him.

“Ouch, goddamnit you two!” You curse, rubbing the sore spot to see a bit of blood on your fingers when you pull back. Before you can register their movement, Yoongi has you pinned against the back of the couch, his eyes flashing bright red again as he focuses on the bit of blood seeping from your skin. He licks his lips, using one hand to tilt your head to the side, forcing you to meet Jeongguk’s gaze.

Jeongguk’s eyes have gone dark, almost black with just a hint of red in his irises as he looks past you to your neck.

“J-Jeongguk?”

He shakes his head, his eyes returning to their familiar brown warmth. “S-sorry. I’m fine.”

Yoongi laughs above you. “No he isn’t, look at him. He wants to taste you Y/N-ah.” Yoongi grabs the hand with your blood on it and holds it up to Jeongguk’s face. “Go ahead Kook, have a taste. See what you’ve been missing all these years.”

“What? N-no, I can’t.” Jeongguk moves to turn his head, but as he does, Yoongi touches your fingers to Jeongguk’s lips, leaving behind a bit of blood.

“No turning back now.” Yoongi taunts.

“No…” Jeongguk whispers. You watch his eyes flash back and forth between brown and red, showing the internal struggle of him trying to resist licking his lips.

“You know Kook, we could always share her.” Yoongi offers, entranced by the sight of your blood on Jeongguk’s lip. “I wouldn’t mind. I know how hungry you must be.” Yoongi kisses your shoulder where he scraped you and then licks his lips, groaning when the taste of you hits his tongue. “Haven’t you always wondered?”

“No. No, I can’t.” Jeongguk wipes his lips on the sleeve of his shirt as he stands, nearly falling over in his haste to get away from you.

“Suit yourself.” Yoongi makes sure your hair’s out of the way before you feel his tongue tentatively touch your skin, lapping up the tiniest amount of blood to taunt Jeongguk before groaning into your neck, and before you can even breathe, you feel Yoongi bite down, his fangs easily puncturing your soft skin where he bit you the first time. This time, you feel the sucking and gulping motions as he feeds, his arms pulling you close as he loses himself in the taste of you.

“Y-Yoongi…” You gasp, starting to feel lightheaded.

“Min you need to stop.” Jeongguk warns. “Yoongi, stop! You’re going to kill her!” But Yoongi doesn't stop. The last thing you see before you blackout is Jeongguk's hand come back to punch Yoongi in the face.

You feel unbelievably groggy when you wake up, like all your energy has been drained, but when you open your eyes, you're in your bed. What the…? You can't help but wonder if it was all a dream. You sit up to look around only to be met with Yoongi’s piercing gaze from where he sits at the end of your mattress with a nice new black eye and busted lip.

“Oh god…” You groan.

“Unfortunately, praying isn’t going to make me go away.” He smirks.

“I thought maybe it was all just a dream…” You admit, a bit deflated.

This makes Yoongi chuckle. “Nope, it’s as real as you and me babe.”

“Don’t call me that.” You chide. “I barely even know you.”

“And yet you let me crawl into your bed and have my way with you.”

“Shut up.” You mumble, pulling your knees into your chest. “Why are you here?”

“Look, I’ve got some stuff I need to explain really quickly.”

“You couldn’t have waited with Jeongguk? I thought he would have kicked you out by now.”

“He did.” Yoongi breathes out in a huff of laughter. “Kook doesn’t know I’m here.”

“What?” You panic, thinking he’s going to do something else to you.

“Don’t freak out, just listen.” Yoongi moves to calm you, placing a hand on your knee which soothes you instantly, probably because of the effects of his mark. “Look, when I moved here, I wasn’t looking for any trouble, alright? But when I introduced myself to the other shadowers around, they all complained about Jeongguk.”

“Complained? Why?”

“Because of you. Because he made sure every shadower in Seoul knew not to go anywhere near you because you were ‘his’. He threatened everyone who even thought about you, he killed two others who tried to get to you one night at a club.”

You remember that. You had been at a club with Hyemi having a great time when Jeongguk showed up out of the blue and took you both home for no apparent reason. You were upset at first, but when you got home, Jeongguk let you guys have full control of the TV and the liquor, silently watching over you from his recliner, he even took off work that night to look after you two.

“S-so what does that have to do with you?”

“They asked me to stop him. To get him to finally mark you like they all know he wants to.”

“But, he said he didn’t want to?”

“Do you really think he doesn’t? How long have you two known each other?”

“Since we were little but-”

“And you’re telling me you haven’t seen the way he looks at you?”

“I…” The truth is, you don’t know. You've always been in love with Jeongguk, but to him, you thought you were just his best friend and you’ve been comfortable with that. The thought of pushing that boundary and ending up without him terrified you, so you forced yourself not to think about it, no matter how many times you drove yourself crazy listening to him pleasure himself when he thought you were still asleep. You always tried to tell yourself that you didn’t love him, because he didn’t see you in that way. Right? “Yoongi I…”

“I know. Now, put on some sexy little panties and go get him to replace my mark with his own.”

“What if he doesn’t want to? What if he says no? What if he doesn’t like-”

“Y/N. He feels the same way. Why do you think he wouldn’t let anyone else near you all this time?”

“Because he’s a good friend?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Because he wanted you all to himself. Did you hear the way he talked about you this morning?”

No one else would dare go near her. They know she’s mine.

He was so adamant about it. “Are you sure?”

“If I’m not, come back to my place. I’ll make sure you forget about him, alright?”

“Get out.” You kick your leg out and push him off your bed, making him fall to the floor.

“Alright, alright.” Yoongi stands and brushes himself off, but not before you hear Jeongguk running down the hall calling your name.

“Y/N??” He must have heard the sound of Yoongi falling to the ground and misinterpreted it as you falling. You look up to shoo Yoongi to see he’s already halfway out your window.

“Have fun.” He winks and then shuts the window behind him, disappearing into the night.

“Y/N?” Jeongguk bursts into your room and rushes to your side. “I heard a loud noise. Are you okay? Did you fall? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine Kookie, I just dropped my phone.” You brush him off with a small lie, knowing he’d most likely be furious if he knew Yoongi was anywhere near you.

“Oh, okay. G-good then.” He nods in affirmation of his own statement and then stands next to your bed a bit awkwardly, probably deciding if he should leave or not.

“Sit with me?” You ask, patting the mattress next to you.

“Um, sure.” He plops himself down next to you, but remains a bit stiff until you snuggle up to his side, then his arms are around you in a flash, pulling you close as he buries his face in your hair.

“So a vampire, huh?”

Jeongguk chuckles. “Ah, yeah.”

“Alright, so are you going to tell me which stereotypes are true?” You inquire.

“What do you mean?” He mumbles against you.

“I mean, garlic? Sunlight? Etcetera etcetera?”

“Oh, um well, I can eat garlic.”

“Okay good, I’m glad I don’t poison you every time I make pasta.”

“Yeah, I’d be pretty sad if I couldn’t eat garlic.” He jokes. “I can go out in sunlight for two hours everyday if I have to, but shadowers are nocturnal, so usually we just find jobs that let us work the night shift.”

“So all the times I dragged you to the park with me, I hurt you?”

He thinks for a moment. “It’s more like, it makes us feel sick.”

“Oh god, I’m sorry Kook.”

“It’s okay.” He shrugs. “I like spending time with you. We can see ourselves in mirrors and photos.”

You scoff. “I knew that, otherwise you wouldn’t know what to brag about.”

“Aish, you’re so mean.” He pouts, squeezing you tightly.

You hesitate before asking the question that has you most curious. “And what about um, blood?”

He sighs, taking time to gather his answer before responding. “We need it to live. It’s like water to us. Sure, we can eat and drink as much human food as we like, and some of it’s a pretty good substitute, meats especially, but in the end… Without blood we die.”

You nod in understanding. “And the whole taste thing?”

“Everyone’s blood tastes different. It has to do with their natural scent. Shadowers have an enhanced sense of smell, so when Yoongi said you smelled good, he was referring to the scent of your blood.”

“I wonder what I taste like.”

“Blood.” Jeongguk states.

“How would you know?”

“Everyone tastes like blood, they all just have different accents.” Jeongguk pauses to think. “Some are spicy, some are salty, some are sour. The best ones are sweet though.” He admits, his eyes flashing red for the briefest moment. “Any other questions?”

“Well, you said something earlier about a ‘temporary’ mark. Is there a permanent mark?”

“Yeah, there is.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Well, a temporary mark is usually used for feeders; humans the shadowers will get bored of. A permanent mark is used more for life-long partners, mates, stuff like that.”

“What makes it permanent?”

“The way it’s removed.”

“How’s that?”

“It can only be removed with death…”

You nod in understanding before another thought pops into your head. “Is there a different way of making a permanent mark?”

“Yeah.”

“Well are you going to explain it or do I have to guess?”

“R-right um, well. The shadower has to have sex with whoever he’s marking and the shadower has to feed directly from the carotid artery as the feeder, you know, finishes… It’s dangerous, because the partner can bleed out if it isn’t done right.” He swallows hard as he shifts next to you.

“You okay Kook?” You inquire, hoping you didn’t upset him by talking about this stuff.

“Me? I should be asking you that.”

“I asked first.”

Jeongguk sighs with a soft smile. “I just… I never thought I’d have to explain any of this to you.”

“Never?”

“Well, I figured one day I might have to, but I never wanted to. I didn’t want you to be a part of this life. I wanted to keep you away from it, to keep you-”

“To yourself?” You interrupt, making Jeongguk’s cheeks flush a bright pink.

“N-not necessarily…” He mumbles. “I just didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Jeongguk, you can’t protect me from everything forever, you know that, right?”

“I know…” Jeongguk tilts your head to the side to examine the bite marks and bruises on your neck. His thumb rubs lightly over the irritated skin, as if wishing he could take it back.

“So how are we going to do this?” You question.

Jeongguk meets your gaze with one of confusion. “Do what?”

“How do you want to mark me?”

“What?” Jeongguk practically chokes on his own tongue. “W-what??”

“How do you want to mark me?” You repeat.

“B-but Yoongi-”

“I don’t care about Yoongi, Kook. I want his mark off me.”

“B-but then we’d h-have to… I-I’d have to, y-you know.”

“So?”

“So? Y/N, we’d be crossing some- some serious boundaries in our friendship.”

“What if… What if I want you to cross them.”

Jeongguk’s eyes go wide at this. “Y/N, what are you talking about?”

You sigh, getting up and swinging your leg over Jeongguk’s lap so that you’re straddling him. You place your hands on his shoulders and squeeze them gently before sliding them down his chest. “Kook… I don’t know how to say this.”

“S-say what?” He eyes you with a mixture of terror and excitement. Without thinking twice about it, you lean forward and press your lips to Jeongguk’s. He freezes in place, not really sure what to do with himself until you pull back and he starts to breathe again. “W-what was that?” He squeaks.

“Jeongguk, if anyone’s mark is going to be on me, it should be yours, don’t you think? I could even be your feeder, if you want.”

“I… Y-Y/N…”

“I think it’s time we get this over with. I’m tired of hiding my feelings from you Kookie.” You take a deep breath. “You’re the one I’m in love with.” You confess, looking down at your lap. “Not Yoongi…”

“What?” It comes out as barely even a whisper, it was more like he just mouthed the word as he exhaled.

“Don’t make me say it again… I get it…” You mumble, moving to get off him, but his hands grip your hips tightly and refuse to let go.

“Say it again.” He mumbles.

“Kook-”

“Please?”

You sigh. “I… I love you.”

“I love you too.” His response is immediate and your head snaps up to meet his gaze, seeing nothing but sincerity in his eyes. “Y/N I’ve loved you for so long.” He confesses, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“Really?” Your body fills with a sweet sensation of hope.

“Really.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask, playfully pouting. “Do you know how long we could’ve been together by now?”

“I was so afraid…” He whispers, and it’s only when you hear the crack in his voice that your playful air dissipates into seriousness. “I was afraid you’d reject who I am, that you’d reject me…”

“Kook-”

“Even now that you know who I am, what I am, I’m still afraid. I’m terrified that on the inside, you’re waiting for a chance to escape; that if I blink, then you’ll be gone…”

“Kook, look at me.” You reach up and squish his face between your hands, but he avoids your gaze. “Jeongguk.” You say his name more sternly, making his eyes flit up to meet yours, allowing you to see that they’re a little wet, glistening with the prospect of his frustrated tears. “Listen, I promise, I’m not going anywhere. Aren’t you listening silly?” You pinch his cheeks, trying to get him to smile. “I just asked you to mark me. I want to be yours.” You punctuate your sentence with another soft peck against his lips. He responds this time, but only after you’ve already pulled away, chasing your mouth with his own.

You giggle when he opens his eyes in confusion; he looks so puzzled by the absence of your lips that you can’t help yourself as you lean forward for another sweet kiss. The third time’s a charm you suppose, as this kiss is finally returned in a timely fashion, giving you a chance to really appreciate the feeling of his mouth against yours.

The years of waiting make Jeongguk a little bit impatient as he pulls you closer, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss. You quickly wrap your arms around his neck to lessen the distance between the two of you, your fingers absentmindedly tangling in his chestnut locks.

Jeongguk bites on your lower lip lightly, teasingly, before swiping his tongue across it. You happily part your lips and grant him access to your mouth which he eagerly accepts, his tongue flicking in happily as it explores the wetness of your mouth. You gasp into his mouth when he squeezes your hips tightly, pulling you as close as he can as he drags your clothed core against the roughness of his jeans. When he hears the small noise he stops, slightly out of breath already as he looks up at you.

“W-we don’t have to do all this you know. All I h-have to do is- Well, I don’t even have to get involved really…”

“But I want you to.” You state. “I want you. Permanently.”

“P-Permanently? Y/N, that’s-”

“Dangerous, I know. But I want all of you Kookie.”

“Are you sure?” He looks at you, his eyes flashing dark red for the briefest second. “What if… What if you meet someone else?”

“I will never love another vampire for as long as I live. I can promise you that.”

“Are you sure?” He asks again.

“Jeongguk, you’re stalling.”

“I guess… I’m still trying to make sure this isn’t a dream.”

“Don’t worry Kook. I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

This seems to be enough as he presses his lips back to yours, rougher this time. He bites harshly on your lower lip before trailing his kisses to your jaw, and down your neck, when he gets to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, he places one soft kiss against Yoongi’s bite mark before inhaling deeply and exhaling with a small whine.

“God you smell so good.” He whimpers before flipping you onto your back and crawling on top of you, burying his nose right back against your neck to breathe you in. He switches to the other side as one of his hands trails lightly up under your shirt. He pushes your bra up out of the way and grabs your breast, massaging it lightly as he nips at your neck, not to feed, just to tease.

You slide your hands up under his shirt and manage to yank it off over his head. You’ve seen Jeongguk shirtless a few times, but you’ve never been able to touch him. Not like this. Your hands trace along his muscular torso, memorizing every inch until Jeongguk interrupts your staring by tugging at your own shirt. You sit up enough for him to remove it and he tosses it to the ground before reaching around and unclasping your bra as well and adding it to the steadily growing pile of discarded garments.

Jeongguk sits back on his knees as he admires you, his eyes taking in every dip, every curve of your body with awe. “You’re so pretty Y/N…” He whispers.

“Will you shut up and kiss me?” You whine, trying to cover yourself with your arms, but Jeongguk quickly takes your wrists and pins them down at your sides. He smirks as he leans down, placing a soft peck on your bellybutton and making you giggle. He leaves kisses in his wake as he moves up your body, flicking his tongue over your nipples before returning to your mouth.

As he kisses you, Jeongguk's hands latch to your breasts, squeezing them tightly before pinching and tugging on your nipples. While he’s preoccupied, your retort is to reach down between your bodies and cup his hardness through his jeans. The sound that falls from his lips is the most beautiful noise you’ve ever heard in your lifetime as he separates from you again, gazing down at you, his brow furrowed with pleasure. You press again, harder this time, squeezing him in your palm, and in a matter of seconds, Jeongguk has your pants undone and is tugging them down your legs with your panties before he sits up and starts to undo his belt.

You smack his hands away, making him whimper as you grab his belt. You take your sweet ass time, unbuckling his belt, popping open the button of his jeans, and then oh so slowly tugging the zipper down. Jeongguk looks like he’s about to burst when you finally grab the waistbands of his jeans and boxers and start to tug them down his legs.

His erection springs free and you moan quietly at the sight of it. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think Jeongguk was seconds from cumming already with the amount of precum he’s leaking, actually dripping for you. You wrap your hand around his length and squeeze it gently, making Jeongguk gasp as he reaches out to grab onto you, his hands cupping your face a little too hard.

“What’s wrong Kookie?” You ask, innocently batting your eyelashes as you look up at him.

“Y-Y/N, you can’t- I can’t…” He whines.

You can’t help but giggle as you release his erection, pulling him back down on top of you and wrapping your legs around his waist as your mouths collide. As you slip your tongue into his mouth, Jeongguk reaches down and removes his pants completely before he slips two fingers into your core, making you moan lightly.

“K-Kook…”

“Damn, you don’t need any prep at all, do you? You’re so wet.” He muses, pulling his fingers out and holding them in front of your face to prove his point.

“You’re one to talk. You look like you’re about to explode.” You tease. He silences you by slipping his fingers into your mouth, making you lick up your own wetness.

“If you don’t let me inside you in the next minute, I just might.” He growls. You dutifully suck his fingers clean before adjusting your hips, pushing them up against his cock to show you’re ready. “Fuck, alright baby.” He hisses from the bit of friction before lining himself up and pushing his hips forward.

The second he enters you, your mouth drops open in a silent scream as your body goes into a frenzy, something inside is screaming for you to stop, but it feels so good, why would you want to stop? Jeongguk must see the look on your face because he moves to explain.

“It feels wrong, right? That’s Yoongi’s mark. It’s trying to tell your body to stop because it knows I’m not Yoongi. But we’ll get that straightened out.” He states, seating himself deep inside you. Your brow furrows in concentration as you try to focus on the feeling of Jeongguk inside you, instead of the feeling of your body screaming no. He bends down and kisses you sweetly before whispering in your ear. “I’ll do a temporary one quick, then we can get to the good stuff, okay?”

“But-”

“I don’t want to mark you permanently with your body saying no, the mark might not hold and that could hurt you more than anything.”

“H-Hurry.” You whine, your stomach starting to twist in all sort of painful ways as your brain rejects Jeongguk.

“It’ll only hurt for a few seconds, I promise.” He places one more kiss against your lips before pulling his hips back and thrusting into you harshly.

Your brain screams in protest, your body trying to curl in on itself, but Jeongguk holds you firmly in place. It’s only a few seconds before you feel his fangs prick at your skin, but those few seconds feel like a lifetime with the pain coursing through your veins.

Then everything stops.

Your body, the pain, Jeongguk’s hips; everything is still except his mouth as it works on your neck and all you hear are the soft moans that leave his throat, groaning as he tastes you for the first time. Suddenly Jeongguk thrusts one more time and out of nowhere, your body is forced into a harsh, body-shaking orgasm.

You cry out from the pleasure that overwhelms you, your nails raking down Jeongguk’s back as you attempt to ground yourself, you core spasming, clenching relentlessly around Jeongguk, but he manages to contain himself, gently moving his hips to provide you with just enough stimulation to ride out your high.

When your body collapses underneath him, you feel Jeongguk’s tongue glide across your neck before he sits up. You watch through half lidded eyes as he rolls his tongue around his mouth, probably gathering up all the blood from his teeth. When he’s done, he smiles down at you, his fangs hidden again.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groans before looking down at your disheveled state. “I think I should let you rest for a bit.” He whispers, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before moving to pull out. You stop him immediately, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist.

“I’m… I’m ready, please.”

“Y/N, you can barely keep your eyes open.” He chides softly.

“Jeongguk, please. I want to feel you, I want you, I-I want-”

“Okay, okay, shush baby.” He giggles as he kisses you again. He tests the waters with a tentative thrust of his hips, making you moan. He laughs. “Does it feel better now?”

“So much, god, Jeongguk please.” You beg.

“Ah hah~ D-don’t clench around me like that, fuck…” After one more kiss, Jeongguk picks his pace back up, his hips smacking against you with every thrust.

This time, all you feel is Jeongguk, and your body is more than pleased to surround him with your warmth. You pull him closer and he starts a slow, but relentless pace. Jeongguk’s moans are music to your ears as he pants against your neck, pressing kisses to every inch of your skin he can reach.

You love this feeling; being so close, so connected to Jeongguk as the two of you use each other’s bodies for pleasure for the first time. Everything feels right. Unfortunately, the feeling doesn’t last long, as you feel your high rapidly approaching again, but luckily, Jeongguk’s hips falter, giving away his looming release.

“Jeongguk, I’m ready.”

“I know. I know.” He pants. “I know… Fuck.” He moves his weight from his elbows to his hands, reaching one of them up and tracing over your carotid artery with his fingertips. “A-are you sure?”

You nod. “I’m sure.”

“Okay. I love you.” He whispers, cupping your face gently.

“I love you too.” You punctuate your statement with a passionate kiss. Knowing that this could all go terribly wrong in a matter of seconds, you want to make sure he knows it’s not his fault if this ends badly.

Jeongguk pulls back and looks at you one last time to make sure. You nod, and then he nods before leaning down, he presses one soft kiss against your artery before pounding into you roughly, kickstarting your orgasm. As soon as your core starts to clench around him again, Jeongguk digs in. He buries his face in your neck and you feel his fangs pierce you. This time it stings a bit more, and you feel yourself get lightheaded much faster. Your moans of pleasure quickly fade into soft whimpers before Jeongguk pulls back. You feel his tongue repeatedly swiping over the puncture wounds he made in a panicked fashion, trying to get them to close as fast as he can. You can feel your blood dripping down the side of your neck, but it’s the slightest trail, and when he’s sure your mark is closed, Jeongguk laps up the bit the spilled before it reaches the pillow beneath you.

Jeongguk slams into you one last time with a rough moan. You look up at him as he spills his cum inside you to see blood dripping down the side of his chin. You feel his warmth filling you up as he collapses on top of you, breathing heavily.

“Kook…” You gasp, your throat sore.

“Yes, baby? Are you okay?” He immediately sits back up and hovers over you.

You giggle as you reach up to swipe the blood off his chin with your thumb. “You missed some.” You state, holding your thumb up to his mouth. His face relaxes and he smiles softly as he licks the remnants of you off the digit. He pulls out and cleans you up gently before laying beside you.

“Are you alright?” He asks, turning your face toward him.

“Mhm.” You nods slowly, already half asleep. You press Jeongguk down onto his back and snuggle up to his side, tossing an arm around his waist. He reacts immediately, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

“I love you Y/N.” He mumbles into your hair.

“I love you too.” You whisper as you drift off.

When you wake up, Jeongguk is wrapped around you, his chest pressed to your back as he snoozes, his breathing rhythmic from sleep. You roll over in his arms to look at him, he looks so sweet and peaceful like this, you almost forget that he has fangs and drinks blood. You smile to yourself, unable to resist the urge to reach up and cup his cheek, unintentionally causing him to stir. His eyes flutter open, and it takes him a moment to focus on you, but when he does, his eyes go wide in astonishment.

“Y/N?”

“Hi Kookie.”

“You’re… You’re still here.” He reaches up and touches your face; your cheeks, your lips, your hair; just to make sure you’re real.

You smile at his antics. “I told you I would be. So, am I yours?”

Jeongguk leans over and brushes your hair out of the way, examining your neck before pressing a soft kiss to it. “You’re all mine.”

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fluffy-marshmallow-heart · 5 years

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A Touch of Destiny ch.5 - Friday Night

Drake x OC (Jessa)

Words: 2015

Back in New York City, Friday night finally arrives. Drake was a big bundle of nerves. He couldn’t wait to see Jessa, but if she tried to tell him they should “just be friends” again, he was going to have to take some drastic measures to convince her otherwise. And he wasn’t sure how yet.

. How could someone dream they were in love, but when with the person, try to convince themselves otherwise? Although, he was proud that she--hopefully--was breaking up with her boyfriend. At least she wasn’t a cheat. Granted, people in relationships don’t go around kissing other people, but she did always draw the line after that, and he respected her for it. Besides that, he knew that if Jessa was his girl, she would definitely not be kissing anyone else. Nope, when their lips touched, the entire universe stopped just for them. It was incredible.

“Ready, Drake?” Liam asked him

“Yup.” He responded

“Still nervous?” Steve asked

Drake just shrugged.

“Well, then, let’s go party!” Maxwell led the way out the door. The four men walked the city streets until they arrived at a small pub. Drake liked the atmosphere already. Nothing fancy. They were supposed to meet the girls at 9, but by the time they got there it was almost 10. Drake had been surprised that Jessa never text him, that Riley had messaged Liam the details. But it didn’t matter, he was going to see her now.

When they walked in, the girls were easily spotted. The bar wasn’t too busy, and there were four of them, Jessa, Riley, Sadie, and Theresa. He didn’t remember much about Sadie and Theresa but at least there was a girl for every guy, so no one would feel like an awkward third wheel. Drake was all too familiar with that feeling, and it always sucked.

Liam walked straight over with the air of confidence he always carried. “Hello, ladies. It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

“Liam!” Rile squealed, jumping onto him for a hug.

“Woah!” he exclaimed, then started chuckling. “It’s good to see you too, Riley. I apologize we’re late.”

“Oh, that’s ok! But you guys have some catching up to do. We’ve had several shots already. We’re celebrating so we didn’t wait!”

“What are you celebrating?” Maxwell asked

A glint crossed Riley’s eyes, and she leaned closer to Drake “Jessa’s single” She waggled her eyebrows at him. “Preeeeetty sure you’re the reason why.” She giggled.

Drake’s breath caught. She did it? She’s alone?

“She also started her new book. Eeeeee it’s so exciting!”

He looked over to where she was standing, pounding a beer with her two other friends. Gotta respect a girl who can chug. A smile spread on his face as he walked over.

“Hey, Jessa.”

“Drake! I thought you wouldn’t make it.” She responded

“Oh? Why would you think that?”

She shrugged. “Cuz you’re late. Figured you chickened out. Or something.”

He grinned “I would never turn down an opportunity to see you. I thought I made my intentions clear.”

She laughed, and it sounded like music to his ears. “Yes, but that was Vegas. This is home. Totally different.”

“Not for me.” He stated matter of fact

A blush crept onto her face “You’re adorable when you blush” he told her. Then he watched as the blush deepened, a feeling of satisfaction washing over him.

“Heard you started a new book. I’ll buy you a drink to celebrate.” He said

She nodded “Okay! Yes, I did. I was having such a hard time deciding on the next story and finally inspiration struck.”

Drake ordered them both a whiskey. “So, what’s it about? You never told me what you write.”

She shrugged. “Maybe someday I’ll give you my pen name, and you can find out for yourself.”

Ah, that explains why I couldn’t find anything under her name.

“You could do that. You could also tell me.” Drake had a feeling he already knew, otherwise she would have told him.

But she shook her head. “No…I’m not saying you wouldn’t like it, I’m just saying…ah, hell, I don’t know what I’m saying. Justin never supported my writing, that’s why I was having such a hard time starting a new novel. And I just don’t want to feel like a disappointment anymore.”

What a freaking asshole. How could someone make this dark-haired beauty feel bad about herself? I bet what she writes is amazing. And probably smoking hot.

He leaned in, murmuring in her ear “I also heard you dumped the jerk.”

He wrapped one of his arms around her waist. “So, fuck him. We’re drinking. We’re celebrating. And we’re together again so we’re going to have a good time.”

She turned her head and grinned up at him. “You’re right. Cheers, Drake. To new adventures.”

“And new romance” he added with a wink, clinking their glasses.

She laughed again “How are you this bold? You must be really smooth with the ladies.”

“Actually…no. Smoothness is not my thing. But with you, things are different. I feel like I’ve known you forever. Which…makes me really comfortable and excited to see you.”

He turned her to face him and cupped her face in his hands “You’re also fighting your feelings for me, and I can’t help but wonder why. So, I’m trying to figure it out.”

She licked her lips. “I don’t…really know why either. But…”

“No buts. Unless you want me to back off completely. Then you'll be stuck wondering what it would have been like with me for the rest of your life. Or at least, that’s what I’ll be doing.”

He let go and took a step back, leaving her staring at him in shock, as the rest of the group sauntered over to them.

“Time for shots!” Sadie announced. “Pick your poison, Jessa. It’s your night.”

“Fireball whiskey” she said without hesitation, still staring at Drake.

Drake raised an eyebrow. He was expecting her to choose something like a Lemon Drop, not that anything was wrong with that. But she was going hardcore, mixing fire with whiskey. Drake was impressed, and everyone would be drunk soon enough on that.

“Let’s do it!” Drake said. She grinned and placed the order. Once everyone swallowed it down, all of them grimacing except Jessa and Drake, everyone ordered more drinks and spread out around the bar. There was a pool table, two dart boards, and a foosball table. Drake led Jessa over to a dartboard.

“You any good?” He asked her

“Oh please, I’m a pro!” She said, eyes shining.

Drank handed her some darts and brushed his fingers against hers, noticing the warmth that immediately spread from the small touch.

“Ladies first.” He told her.

After several turns, Jessa was officially kicking Drake’s ass. Just as Drake was about to take another shot, Jessa grabbed his arm “Look!”

Drake dropped his dart with the force and he looked over where she was pointing…and saw Liam and Riley sharing a kiss. His eyebrows shot up.

“Okay…I wasn’t expecting that.” He stated

“She thinks he’s really cute.” She told him. “But I didn’t think anything would happen. I mean, he doesn’t live here and he’s getting married, right? That’s why you guys were in Vegas? I’m so over the whole ‘Let’s have one last fling before getting married’, thing.”

“It’s a complicated process for him…” Drake started

“Isn’t all romance complicated?” She cut in.

“Doesn’t have to be” he replied. “It’s only as complicated as you make it…but in Liam’s case, I’m afraid he has no choice in how complicated it gets.”

“What’s his deal, anyway? He’s so…proper. Super nice, but proper. Almost like he’s from a different time.”

Drake shrugged. “He’ll have to tell you himself.” He sighed, frowning. Everyone asks about Liam. It could be really frustrating. He wanted to get to know Jessa, not talk about Liam.

“Hey.” He felt her hand on his arm. “Is that a sensitive subject? I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

Drake looked at her in surprise. “Why do you say that?”

“You looked really sad” she said softly.

He was taken aback how she realized that from one simple look at him. Everyone always had a hard time reading him. "Maybe we should just...go join everyone. It's safe to say you won this game anyway, and I'd like another shot of Fireball."

She nodded, clearly a bit confused by his change of attitude. Together they walked back over to the bar.

About an hour and several shots more later

“I have an idea! Let’s play Never Have I Ever! It’s such a great drinking game!”

“Riley, I hate that game.” Theresa told her.

“Ugh, fine, go play darts or something then. Who’s with me?”

“Woot woot I am!” Maxwell exclaimed

“Yes, that sounds fun” Liam agreed.

“I’m always down for something that will get me drunker…and maybe embarrass people.” Steve smirked

In the end, everyone agreed to play.

“Ok I’ll start.” Riley said. “Hmm never have I ever…seen the Northern Lights.”

Liam and Maxwell were the only ones who drank.

“Alright. I guess we know who the travelers are” she laughed

“My turn!” Maxwell jumped in. “Never have I ever kissed a man”

All the girls took a drink…and Steve.

“What?” Maxwell gasped

“Ehhh I was drunk, and someone dared me. Wasn’t bad really. Softer lips than I would have imagined.” Steve said with a wink.

“Oh my god, I remember that.” Drake burst out laughing. “Halloween, two years ago. That was quite a night!”

“Yup! I was dressed as Madonna, heels, wig, everything. Someone thought it would be funny if I kissed Elvis. Sometimes you just gotta do something different, something out of your comfort zone. Take a chance.” He looked at Drake and Jessa slyly. “Never know what will come of it.”

Drake rolled his eyes. “Alright then. Never have I ever dressed as a woman.”

Everyone groaned. “That’s really the best you could do, Drake?” Steve laughed.

“Shut up and drink” Drake replied.

They all went around until it was back to Riley. She had a mischievous look about her as she glanced around the group.

“Hmm What have I not done that someone here has? Hmm…”

Drake was getting nervous. She was up to something and he had a bad feeling about it.

“Got it!” She snapped her fingers. “Never have I ever dreamed I fell in love every night!”

Everyone fell silent. Drake turned his eyes over to Jessa, who was shooting daggers at her sister. Riley was smiling innocently, waiting.

“That was a low blow, Riley” Jessa murmured. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

“You’ll thank me later.” Riley whispered back, loudly.

“I’m guessing this is…Drunk Riley coming out?” Liam asked, trying to lighten the mood.

“I like drunk Riley” Steve said immediately.

“Thanks, Steve!” She beamed.

“You know what, Riley? You said that specifically knowing that Drake and I would drink, then act surprised by the other drinking, and then go make out over in that corner.” Jessa fumed, pointing at a barely visible corner of the room.

“That’s a pretty specific place to go make out, Jessa.” Riley returned

“Whatever.” Jessa took the rest of her drink in one gulp, then slammed her glass down on the table. “Can’t say I didn’t finish the game. I’m out.”

She stood up and stormed off out the door, while everyone stared after her. After a split second, Drake bolted after her.

“Jessa, stop!” He called out at her retreating form.

She whirled around. “Ya know, I just wanted to have fun. I didn’t want to get serious. Fucking Riley doesn’t know when to back off.”

“You drank.” Drake told her

“Oh, right, so you’re actually gonna stand there acting like this is a surprise. I just said that would happen.” She snapped

“Why are you yelling at me? I didn’t choose to bring it up.”

She threw her hands up in the air. “I just broke up with someone. I didn’t expect to meet you, Drake. I’m not prepared for what this is.”

Drake stepped closer “And what is this?”

She bit her bottom lip as her eyes gazed straight into his. “Isn’t it obvious? It’s a touch of destiny.”

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nctsukashii-archive-blog · 5 years

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Unpopular character you love? (not hoshi)

The saltiest cracker you know is me, Bepsi!23. Unpopular character you love?

Ah SHOOT. YOU TOOK MY EASY ANSWER. JERK ! Meanie !!! U big pizza slice !

aababbaa but! I do have one I really wanna talk about!Under the cut you see, for I ramble a lot.

- Hifumi !

I love him man.There’s so much about his character that’s so relatable and lovable to me. I think that’s why DR1′s amazing theme of “don’t judge a book by it’s cover” really comes on in with him. On the outside he looks like as one would expect of a gross anime fan. Fat, not attractive, pretty gonk-y, speaks all fuckin over the top like an anime, so on and so forth. But it’s when you learn about him that really makes him super fucking amazing.His past is like, something that I can relate to myself in a bit. As someone that ‘became a bully to stop the bullying’ and stopped when he could like… find enjoyment and fun in an anime character and put all of his effort into that instead. He’s drawing because he shows appreciation for her, and that’s super sweet. And quick tangent before I continue, but “he only makes hentai” is a bad argument. Like, he does and I ain’t gunna vouch that he doesn’t but lots of people do. What’s wrong with it? Like, is it a crime to make that stuff??? Clearly not if Doujin creators are a big deal in Japan, able to have hour long lines at their stands at conventions, with people willing to purchase their merch with devoted fans. Like, ppl are so quick to demonize sexuality it’s CRAZY.

Anyways, back on topic. He’s got a great personality. He’s like, a bit of a stuck up jackass when ya first see him, but it’s the later interactions that just really sell it for me. He’s got some of the FUNNIEST lines in my opinion, between saying that his punches towards Ishida will go faster b/c he has no arm hair so there’ll be less wind resistance, or his numerous anime and videogame quips (”rebooting my devices; please stand by”, “You haven’t reached that point in our friendship! You don’t have enough friendship points to be asking those questions!”, “If he tries that (in context it’s mondo going to attack monokuma) Oowada Mondo-dono’s health will go to zero!”, “the whole anime plotline for the first episode outside the trash room”, for a few) are all just absolutely stellar to me. He’s unabashedly awkward because he’s just so confident in himself and what he loves, and it makes me happy to see him so enthusiastic!

Speakin of that, let’s go more into it!!He’s so passionate about himself, and just has a gay ol time doing everything. It’s absolutely amazing honestly. His speaking is just so energetic! He’s so happy to do what he does as an artist and I absolutely love it! It’s almost inspirational, that he can be so unabashedly confident and happy about his skill, and it shows just how much love he puts into his art. And real talk here, but Hifumi isn’t even that much of an asshole. Like, people make him out to be some kinda monster, when that’s absolutely not the case. “he killed Ishimaru though!” yeah, because Celes lied and said that Ishimaru sexually assaulted her, took what would be at that point Hifumi’s close friend, and said Ishimaru planned to kill him and probably everyone else. Like, murder is still wrong, but he didn’t do it because “oh celes asked me to”. He did it for his sense of justice- in that he hated to see someone like Celes be hurt. : / don’t diss my dude for tryin to protect a friend yo. His spats with people are less mean spirited and just more fun and lightheared dickery. Like, when you crack shit with your friends. He picks fights, but it’s never out of malicious intent. It’s like having a good time or trying to lighten the atmosphere, albeit in his own goofy anime way.Even in Chapter 2, the spat he has with Fukawa in the library over literature and doujin isn’t as aggressive as it prolly should be. He takes most insults with stride (unless they insult the 2-D works of course!!) and it feels a lot more like a cliche anime rivalry (esp. when he says shit like “you are my ARCH NEMESIS, I can’t make you tea!” when Fukawa asks why he only made some for Celes). At least, that’s what Yamada thinks.

He’s confident, which a lot of people always like to assume makes someone a dick or feature it as a negative trait rather than a positive one, when it can go both ways. Hifumi being able to have such high standards that he openly admits to not reading other people’s works because he can just write a story he wants to see himself can be considered narcissistic, but having the confidence to sell his works starting from high school (prolly when they were more pg and ‘fade to black’) and get over 10,000 copies sold is something to be proud of and I’m glad that he is! It’s a stigma that artists have to hate themselves, or suffer for their work, but I disagree. When an artist is healthiest and happiest in their mind, that’s when they make the best work. Vincent Van Gogh made the Starry Night when he was in a hospital getting better for his depression and mental relapses after all. Hifumi’s not fit, and he definitely has some areas where people would consider him unhealthy such as his eating habits and whatnot, but he also focuses on being happy and being himself as a first priority. He eats because he enjoys it, and remembers to have all his meals. He does what he likes without actively hurting others, because he just enjoys doing it, and he loves to promote his favorite anime character. He’s a dorky geek that says shit like “swag” and fuckin says “i forget not everyone is as savvy as I am” which is just so fucking amazing to me it’s both hilarious and fun.

Also haha, the fact that he’s making Doujin from a character who’s overweight is kinda nice to me, because she’s not a “conventionally attractive” anime girl with big titties and a small stomach; she’s chubby and different, and I think that’s nice to show what Hifumi’s interests are as well as what anime really means to him. It’s not just about getting his rocks off, it’s about the fun and enjoyment and the feelings that anime can give you and what your mind can do. It’s why he had a dream about going on a date with a magical girl, the kinds of characters who inspire friendship and happiness, for fucks sake. When he was lonely and had no friends and became a bully to counteract the way people treated him, he found something that would be there for him, and he wanted to support it ever since. Which is a powerful and very overall positive message to give people.

But he has great messages too. Messages about being able to be yourself and have fun, no matter how “dorky” or “lame” your interest might be to others. He encourages people to have fun in their own ways, even if he wants to promote Princess Piggles, with lines such as “what might be boring to me might be another persons moespiration! With that in mind, look for your own!” and “In a sense, a geek is like an expert. That’s right, a total expert! A successful musician must necessarily be a music geek, a good movie director is a movie geek. You see? It’s those experts, those geeks who open up the world to others!”. It’s positive and nice, and it forms who he is as a person.

No one’s perfect, and neither is he, but he’s pretty damn good. And I’ll defend him with every fiber of my being for just how real he feels.

I personally believe it’s because this fandom has a definite bias against male characters that aren’t distinctly attractive, as you can see Hoshi gets ignored quite a lot compared to all of the other males (even being the ONLY male left out of the halloween drawing!! Let alone he gets left out of most fan merch.) and he’s honestly one of the most down to earth and downright cool dudes in DR. I don’t want to change either of them, because I think their looks only make it better for their backstories and who they are as characters! So even if Hifumi gets like no fanart, and Hoshi struggles with getting new content, I’d rather have them the same way they are now, rather than make them attractive. Because I think that the way they are, only makes them better.

And that’s my short version essay on why I think Hifumi’s super rad and more people should give him a chance. Of course he’s a very hit or miss kinda person with his comedy, but if Tsumugi’s obscure anime references were fun for you, then Hifumi’s really good too! ^p^b

#reciprocation :: response #negative tw #//just gunna tag all these w/ that catch all #//BUT !#//please read my shortened essay I spent a lot of time on it.#blindedhope #parchments :: inbox

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majestic-singing · 6 years

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One Lovely Time

Word count: 1,811

Pairing(s): Platonic LAMP/CALM, romantic logicality if that’s how you want to see it

Warning(s): possibly scary ?? (idk kinda doubt it but I'll put it here just in case), swearing, the woman from The Grudge makes an appearance, I think that’s it but tell me if there’s more

Summary: The four sides are having a horror movie marathon and all the sides, except for Roman, suggest to watch it in Roman’s room (he has the softest bed, it’s like lying on a cloud). Roman tries to tell them otherwise, for some odd reason, but the other’s don’t listen to him. They decide on The Grudge for the first movie they watch. Horror ensues, both in the movie and outside in the real world.

A/N: first time posting a story to Tumblr, so I hope I'm getting this right and it looks fine! I’m still trying to get a hang of this site so bare with me! I haven’t watched The Grudge in a long time so I don't know if the scene I describe is in the first movie or the second movie (if anyone even knows which scene I describe I kinda purposefully made it a little vague). Anyway, constructive criticism is always welcome! Enjoy the story!

None of the sides really ever watch horror movies, honestly. Logan had no fear of them, he knew they weren’t real. Virgil isn’t frightened by them either, but he does complain about the movie genre a lot. Characters in horror movies are as stupid as a pile of logs in most of them. Roman doesn't mind them, but he doesn’t like them either. And Patton... well, it doesn’t take a lot to scare him, honestly.

But one Halloween, Patton insisted they have a horror movie marathon. Why exactly? Honestly, the other three sides had no clue.

And when Patton insists on something, he insists. So, after a few minutes of refusing, the other sides eventually give in after the all too familiar puppy dog eyes are pulled out, and the moral side cheers.

“This is a horrible idea, but at the very least we should watch it some place comfy.” Virgil grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

Logan adjusted his glasses. “Yes. I suggest someone’s room, preferably not Virgil’s for obvious reasons. I do not think Patton’s would be the best either.”

“Oh, oh! Why don’t we watch it in Roman’s room? He has the softest bed out of all of us!” Patton suggested, grinning like a big dork. Poor Patton, a daft fool who’s grin won't last two seconds once the movie starts.

Roman had been mostly silent after they all caved in. He honestly didn't really care what they watched or where they watched the movie. Well, that was until now. Not wanting to draw suspicion of any kind, he tried to steer them clear of that idea. “H-Hey, why don't we just watch it in the living room! I mean, the couch is always a comfy place and I feel like it has a very, very good atmosphere for movies, yeah?”

Virgil shook his head. “Nah. If I fall asleep on the couch my back is going to be totally messed up.” Way worse than if he slept on the floor surprisingly. He still has no idea why. “You do have the bigger TV in your room and your bed can fit us much easier than the couch.”

“Virgil does have a point,” Logan said. “I think your room has far more of a comforting aura and I am sure we all can agree that we will need it tonight if we partake in watching these type of films.”

Roman spluttered a little. “Heh- uh, maybe not- I mean, surely-”

“Please, please, please! Roman, please! I’ll make your favorite breakfast in the morning!” Patton begged, looking at Roman with those big brown eyes and pouting lip and-

“Fine!” The royal caved in, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. It wouldn’t be that bad. He just wouldn’t think about the movie, just wouldn't pay attention to the movie. Everything would be a-okay and no harm will come to him or the others. Gosh, he didn't even understand why Patton wants to suffer through a horror mov-

Before Roman knew it they were all cuddled up on his very soft and very comfy bed. A huge bowl of popcorn was between them, easy access for everyone. The movie started, all deciding on watching The Grudge for their first movie. Logan, Virgil, and Roman both knew it will most likely only be one movie before Patton’s shaking and holding back tears. They’ll switch the movie genre from horror to Disney and sooth the scared side to sleep.

At least, that’s what Roman planned how it will end. Hoped that’s how it will end.

Logan is on the far left, followed by Patton, Roman, then Virgil on the end.

Patton’s already clinging onto Logan in the first ten minutes of the movie. Logan is used to Patton’s hugs and such by now, but this?

The nerd looked over to the other two, pleading silently for help. Virgil just smirked and mouthed ‘relax’ before going back to the movie. Roman smiled reassuringly and silently instructed him on how to hold Patton the best.

It was the least he could do, plus it kept his mind off the movie.

As the movie progressed, however, Roman could feel his skin itching nervously. The film was really starting to get to him.

He tried to ignore it, he truly did, but he just couldn’t.

Roman wasn’t quite sure on specifics, but during the scene with the lady and the house phone in her apartment is when things started to go downhill, he thought. Once the gurgling, rattling noise the Grudge makes in the movie sounded through that stupid phone, his blood ran cold.

Patton whimpered softly in Logan’s arms, clinging onto his black polo for dear life.

Since Logan was too busy with Patton, he doesn't notice how Roman stiffened his body up completely and gripped his sleeve so tight his knuckles turned white. His eyes screwed shut tightly, willing the movie away from his mind the best he can.

But Virgil noticed.

The anxious side raised his eyebrows and softly whispered to the Prince, “Princey, dude, what’s wro-”

Just before Virgil could finish his sentence, just before the woman on the screen was killed, everything in Roman’s room went out.

The lamp on the bedside table that Logan insisted they keep on shut off. The fairy lights on the headboard go dark. The TV went static for a second before shutting off as well.

All four sides were plunged into complete darkness.

Patton gripped onto Logan even tighter as he yelped, visibly panicked even without anyone being able to see him. “W-What’s going on?! Why is everything off?”

Logan squinted, trying to see something. “I am not sure,” He decided to say. “However, I am sure everything is alright, Patton.” Logic reached over and felt for the switch to the lamp.

Click.

Nothing.

“Hm. That is odd. The light won't turn on.”

“It won't turn on?!” Oh dear.

“Patton, shh. It will be alright.”

Virgil reached over, resting a hand on Roman’s shoulder. Or was that his arm? Nevertheless, wherever he set his hand, he could feel the other shaking. “Roman? What’s going on? Are you alright?”

The floorboards creaked.

Logan and Patton turn their attention to Roman. They can’t see him, but they can feel the energy he was radiating, not even trying to hide it.

Scared.

There’s something else, but they can't quite pinpoint what. “R-Roman?” Patton murmured softly, pushing his own fear aside for a moment to help his kiddo out.

Roman’s breath was shallow. Hands clasped together, fingers tangled and tight. His shaking grew as the floorboards creaked once again.

“I-I’m sorry... I-I’m so s-sorry-” Roman finally spoke and it sounded like he was about to cry. His voice was shaky and cracking, sounding frightened and... guilty.

The other’s are completely flabbergasted. They don’t understand. They are confused.

“Roman, what are you talking about? Did this... blackout happen because you are frightened?” Logan piped in, voice soothing and soft. Roman doesn't find it soothing. Nothing seemed soothing at this point.

Before anyone has time to speak, a noise sounded and echoed against the bedroom walls.

A sort of gurgling, rattling sound. A sound that all four sides know exactly what it was.

Virgil’s breath caught in his throat. He felt like he was drenched in ice water.

Patton’s never felt so afraid. His whole body froze, his shaking stopping. He couldn’t breath.

Logan felt a sort of dread in his chest that squeezed at his lungs and heart. Goosebumps popped up and littered his skin. Is this what being scared feels like? Is this fear?

It’s obvious the noise isn’t coming from the speakers on the TV. They wished it came from there.

The eerie sound came again, closer this time.

Logan believed he had gone mad. It’s not real. He must have fallen asleep during the movie. This is a dream.

Virgil was on the same boat with Logan of it not being real. This had to be some sick prank. But... Roman would never go that far, would he? To scare them out of their skin like this.

Patton’s shaking. He believed it. He believed the ghost of Kayako Saeki was here in the spirit. Here to take their souls from their body. He’s quietly sobbing.

Roman is silent. He’s still shaking, Virgil can feel it, but he’s silent.

“Princey, I swear... I swear to fucking god, if you’re... if you're fucking with us, I’m going to personally... personally fuck your shit up-” Virgil finally broke the silence. He was holding painfully onto Roman’s arm (or shoulder) now, nails digging straight through his coat and into the skin.

Roman’s arm twitched in discomfort, and he was silent for a few seconds before speaking. His voice was surprisingly steady, compared to how it was the last time he spoke. “I wish this was intentional. I really wish it was. It would be easier to control then.”

Logan could feel something grip the sheets on his left side, the side where the edge of the bed was.

His heart picked up speed quickly, very quickly.

Logical reasoning: it’s his own hand.

But it’s not. Both hands were on Patton. Both hands were holding Patton.

Logical reasoning: it’s Patton’s hands.

Falsehood, both of the moral side’s hands were holding onto the fabric of his shirt on his chest.

Logical reasoning: error. Error. ERROR. E R R O R.

Another hand came down, clapping onto Logan’s thigh. Logan didn’t move, only held onto Patton tighter. Patton could feel hair tickle his cheek. It’s long. He imagined its black. Pitch black.

The gurgling, rattling sound comes again, this time right in the logical’s ear. His teeth are chattering and clattering together without him noticing.

The first hand from before moved and dug and held onto his stomach.

How does one breath? Logan asked himself mentally.

“I’m truly sorry.” Roman spoke again, voice barely above a whisper.

The lights flickered on. The TV stayed off.

...

....

Nothing. Nothing is in the room except the sides. No hands are on Logan. No hair is on Patton.

There was a whimper.

It was Virgil.

“G-Guys...” Virgil’s voice was so quiet. So scared. “I-If she’s... if she’s b-behind me... I accept death...”

Oh, classic Virgil.

The side’s slowly turned to look at the anxious side.

Patton screamed.

Logan’s body went rigid and his eyes rolled back in his head. He fainted.

Roman had no reaction.

There she was, The Grudge. Right behind Virgil and peaking over his shoulder, eyes wide and hair falling over the anxious side’s shoulders, the iconic noise she always resonated sounding loud in everybody’s ears, but mostly in Virgil’s, jaw seeming to be completely unhinged.

No logic can explain this.

No logic was needed when you were in the room of Creativity.

In the room that can make fantasy, a reality.

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Since the Halloween season is upon us, could you do a scenario where producer and knights go to a haunted house for Halloween?, I also really love all that you guys do!!

happy halloween everyone !! there are more halloween requests to come after that one by the way ! i wrote it as Knights going to a haunted house as a group rather than individually, so it turned out pretty long ! (also this was a real haunted house rather than a fake one ?) it’s a bit ship-tease-y but still rather platonic and friendly, so i hope you still like it !! (it was super fun to write too !!) - mod mademoiselle

The evening was foggy, cloudy and gloomy : a perfect Halloween night. Even with all the fog, the huge house on the hill could be spotted froma distance. The environs were eerilysilent, at least before you arrived. The decidedly creepy atmosphere was kindaruined by Leo, who was singing happily and hopping towards the ominous mansion.

“Trick or treat, trick or treat,gimme something good to eat~ ! If you don’t, I don’t care, I’ll show you myBUT—”

“Oh my, Leo sure is in high spiritstoday !” You suspected Arashi to have raised his voice at that exact moment onpurpose. Especially with how triumphantly he glared at Leo, proud to haveruined his little moment.

“He’s always like that. Whenever hehas a terrible idea, he gets fired up. Seriously, how annoying…” Izumi fakedan afflicted sigh, but you knew full well that glimmer in his eyes. He wasprobably more than happy to have to be the reliable big brother of the bunch tonight, andwas dutifully carrying all the candy you’d gotten from neighbors. Or maybethat was to avoid Tsukasa eating all of them while no one was looking. Whoknew.

“What are you talking about ? I think thisis a pretty good idea too… ~” Ritsu seemed strangely fired up as well, andchuckled when he noticed you eyeing him with a smile. His eyes were glinting happily, and hewas even humming faintly to himself. A small and polite cough suddenly drew yourattention to Tsukasa, who was walking behind everyone else, and lookedobviously troubled.

“With all due respect, I do not thinkso. This house has obviously been abandoned for a long time. I believe noone will answer even if we ring. Isn’t this merely a loss of time ?” Well, hewas right. The closer you were getting to the mansion, the more glaring itsstate of disrepair became. The garden was unkempt, wild herbs growing as theypleased. The dog house was in ruins, some of the windows had been nailed shut and… were those huge holes in the roof ?

“Oh my, he’s right.” Arashi’s handinstinctively flew to his mouth as he was evaluating the damage in theproperty. Leo barely even touched the mailbox, which was covered in cobwebs, and it fellto the floor with a worrying squeaking noise.

“Maybe the person living here justhas eccentric tastes… It doesn’t look that bad.” Ritsu was admiring the crowperched on a dead tree’s branch, mouth pursed in a tiny appreciating pout. Hedidn’t look out of place here at all…

“Come on, there’s no candy here.Let’s just go back to the city center”, Izumi asserted, as he tried to take a holdof Leo’s arm to drag him along with the rest of the group. But before he couldso much as touch him, the latter jumped above the rusted gate and ran towardsthe mansion’s door, drawing his tongue at Izumi.

“I saw a light in there ! There’ssomeone inside !” Leo gestured for everyone else to join him, but no one somuch as took a step towards him. Especially not Tsukasa, who actually took astep backwards.

“Leader, you can’t be serious… Wecan’t ring here. If you would just come back already…” It was subtle, butTsukasa’s voice was trembling slightly. He seemed paler than usual too. Andthere was the way he was hiding slightly behind Izumi… You bit your lip torefrain a smile at the thought he was scared of that abandoned house.

“Just come back, would you, Leo-chan?Poor little Tsukasa-chan’s scared…” Arashi’s intervention made Tsukasa’s entireface sour immediately.

“I am not scared, I’m just… cautious.That is all.” Was he pouting ? How cute…

“I bet there’s no doorbell here anyway”, Ritsu commented airily. Strangely enough, this thought seemed to makehim even more enthusiastic than he already was.

“There’s not ! But I’m gonna knock !If you guys don’t come, I’m gonna take all the candy !” Leo chirped.

“Don’t ! Leader, what if—” Izumi’svoice cut Tsukasa’s panicked plea short.

“Leo, come back here now. You’rejust wasting everyone’s time.” Leo shot a bright grin to Izumi before knockingon the door. Izumi just sighed, massaging his temples, as the ginger bangedenthusiastically on the door.

“Open up ! We know what you did !We’ll call the police !” he chirped, banging louder with each passing second.By now, Izumi’s entire face was hidden in his hands.

“What’s with that character he madeup… Did we shift from a horror movie to a police procedural…” Ritsu feignedaffliction, but the corners of his lips were tugging in a small smile. Youcould tell he was fighting the urge to go join Leo with all his might.

“I do not know, but this isridiculous. As Sena-senpai mentioned, we are losing time.” Tsukasa was nowstanding a good ten feet away from the mansion’s gate, eager to just get awayfrom here. With a sigh, Izumi eventually climbed up the gate in his turn to gograb Leo and bring him back by force.

“Come on, stop banging on that door! What are you, a child ? No, don’t answer to that”, he added in a hurry, as Leo’s mouthwas already opening. “Just let go of that handle—”

“Izumi, lemme go ! I don’t wanna— Ah!” Leo suddenly let go of the handle, wincing in pain, as if it had just burnedhim. Izumi was about to sermon him, but his face got a shade paler when helooked up at the door.

“Leo, are you alright ?” Arashigracefully jumped over the fence, rushing to see what happened. “Isthere something— Oh my… Did this… Did you do it, Leo ?” Leo just shookhis head fervently, looking shocked himself.

“What happened… ?” Tsukasa regretfullycame back towards the gate, hiding behind you without noticing.

Ritsu’s eyes were bright as he spoke. “The door opened by itself… Lookslike we’re getting to see the inside of this house.”

Tsukasa’s audible gulp almostechoed in the heavy silence.

The inside of the house was just asunkempt as its façade suggested. The furniture was dusty, the air stale andheavy, the floor’s planks creaking with every step. There was this weird,almost palpable tension too. Or maybe this was just because of Tsukasa’sconstant shivering.

“Y-You can hold my hand if you’rescared.” He tried to look gentlemanly even as his lips were slowly turningblue, gallantly offering a trembling hand to you. You mostly took it out ofpity for him, gently squeezing his fingers in yours in a gesture that obviouslycalmed him down a bit.

“Don’t worry, nothing’s going tohappen…” You didn’t know if he even believed you, but the important thingwas that he nodded fervently.

“Yes, you are right… This is not one ofthose horror movies where— Gyah ?!” He suddenly squealed and rushed in yourarms, hiding his face in your neck. The culprit of his sudden outburst was acertain self-proclaimed vampire, who was visibly very much enjoying the effectsof his little joke. Ritsu was cackling, even wiping away a stray tear atTsukasa’s undignified reaction.

“You’re the best, Suu-chan… I just hid and pinched your leg, but youcried out like a little girl…~”

Tsukasa’s cheeks blushed profusely and he immediately turned away,furiously stomping down the hallway. Ritsu was still chuckling, getting out ofhis hiding place and removing the worst of the dust and cobwebs from hisclothes. You were intent on getting away from him before he played a trick onyou as well, but he grabbed your wrist and drew you to him instead.

“Be careful, alright… ? Monsters are out tonight, and they bite.” Trueto his words, he let his lips wander on your neck for just a moment, and youfaintly felt his teeth drag along your skin… And then he was away again,gesturing for you to go and join a sulking Tsukasa with an ominous smirk. Youdidn’t have to be told twice and hurried along the hallway, completely ignoringthe huge portrait depicting the six of you on the wall to your left.

Izumi was leading the team, lightingup the dusty rooms with his phone. Arashi was cowering behind him, wincingevery time something moved suddenly or made some noise.

“Come on, there’s nothing here…Let’s just go back, a-alright ?” The sudden noise of the door to the kitchenopening startled him, but he looked relieved to see it was just you joiningthem. “Ah, you’re here ! Where are theothers ?”

“In the hallway, having fun”, youreplied, barely restraining a smile when you heard Tsukasa squealing again. Nodoubt he fell victim to Ritsu’s pranks once more.

“Well, I can’t say we’re having funhere. He is, though.” Izumi gesturedto Leo, who was searching in every drawer and cupboard with passion. Hesuddenly gasped, causing Izumi to rush to him in a panic. “What’s wrong—”

“I found a super moldy plate ! Lookat that, Izumi ! I bet it’s been growing for, like, years !” Leo wasstarry-eyed, admiring his discovery with the pride of an archeologist whofinally found the rare fossil he’d been hunting for months. Or maybe that of afather holding his newborn child. You weren’t too sure. Izumi just gagged,turning away. He was visibly not impressed by Leo’s talents as an archeologist.

“Ugh, get this thing away from me…When you stop being a baby, tell us. It’s getting cold and late, and we shoulddefinitely go home—” Leo gasped again, jumping happily on place at his newdiscovery, and Izumi rolled his eyes. “What now ?”

“Look, look ! It’s the first time I’veever seen worms in a fridge !” Izumi and Arashi, who’d been curiously leaninginto the fridge to confirm Leo’s latest finding, turned away immediately.

“Oh my gosh, I feel like throwing upnow.” Arashi went out of the room in a flash, paler than you’d ever seen him.Izumi just breathed in slowly, running a hand through his hair.

“Seriously… Let’s just get out ofhere before we find something really disturbing— Oh fuck, where did you evenfind this ?” Leo was now holding what looked like spoiled meat and examined itcuriously.

“In the fridge ! It was in acontainer labeled ‘Teresa’… Hey, give Teresa back !” Izumi had ripped the meat(was it even meat ?) from Leo’s hand and threw it in the sink, holding backgags. “Izumiii ! Give her back !” Leo whined as Izumi dragged him to the sink,retrieving an almost-empty bottle of dishwashing soap.

“This is gross. Wash your hands,now, or else you’ll get sick.” Leo pouted but complied, and Izumi freneticallyrubbed his own hand (up to his wrist) in soap… until you interrupted their frantic washing.

“Wait… Why is there running waterhere ? I thought this place was abandoned ?” Izumi stopped at your thoughtful remark,eyebrows knitting.

“… You’re right, actually. The poweris cut off, though.”

“Oh no, the fridge is definitelyrunning”, Leo commented absent-mindedly. Izumi stared at him until he stoppeddrying his hands in a forgotten dishcloth. “Why are you looking at me like that… ?You’re scary, Izumi.”

“You’re the scary one ! We’re in anabandoned house and you don’t think it’s weird that the fridge is running ?!”Leo just shrugged, causing Izumi to let lose. “Don’t just shrug at me ! Do youeven have a brain inside that pretty head of yours ?”

“Aw, thanks Izumi. You don’t looktoo bad either, you know that ? You too”, he added to you with what wassupposed to be a seductive wink, but came out as the desperation of someone whohas something stuck in their eye. Fortunately, neither you or Izumi had toanswer anything to this, as the door to the kitchen opened and a very satisfiedRitsu peered into the room from the hallway.

“Oh, you’re there… What are youdoing together in the dark ?” He didn’t pay any attentionto your explanations and smirked instead, gesturing to the hallway. “Nacchanand Suu-chan are getting real scared… I’m having a lot of fun, but I’m thinkingone of them may have a heart attack anytime by now, soooo… maybe we should goback home soon ?”

Leo just whined in protest as Izumidragged him out of that kitchen. “He’s right. Let’s go home before you get acrazy idea again—” And Leo was gone with an audible gasp once more, running offinto the darkness before anyone could catch him. You and Izumi just exchanged ameaningful look, before he sighed deeply. “Let’s just go look for him. He’s adumbass, so he may hurt himself doing something stupid.”

You jumped up when somethingsuddenly brushed against your arm, but it was just Izumi’s hand, even as he wasdeterminedly looking away. “Stay with me, alright ? I don’t want you gettinglost or something.”

His eyes subtly widened when you caught his hand, gentlyholding it. “I won’t, promise”, you answered,low enough that only he could hear you. He smiled a bit, his features softeningimperceptibly as his eyes fell on your face.

“Good.” That’s all he said, but his fingers intertwining with yours toldanother story entirely.

“This is definitely going to break… I don’t want to get hurt, guys !” Arashi was grimacing with each step hetook on the creaking staircase, even as Izumi rolled his eyes.

“Nothing else broke, so I’m guessingit’s not going to break either. Just go upalready. The less time we spend in here, the better I’ll feel.” He graciouslyoffered his hand to you as you climbed the stairs together, and you had toadmit you did need it to balance yourself. There were no railings on that thing,and the wood was creaking dangerously…

“I’ll go next”, Ritsu hurriedlysaid, climbing right after you. Tsukasa raised an eyebrow but let him go, thatis, until he understood his hidden motive.

“Wh-Where are you looking ? Don’tlay such eyes on them ! This is unbefitting of a knight !” Ritsu just smirkedat Tsukasa’s embarrassment, seemingly not a bit flustered.

“The view’s the best in stairs,y’know. You’re missing out on a lot, Suu-chan ‘Goody Two-Shoes’.”

Tsukasa andRitsu kept bickering (playfully on Ritsu’s part, not so much so for Tsukasa) asyou, Arashi and Izumi were finally reaching the first floor after what seemedlike an endless staircase climb. Was the house even that big ? There definitelywere too many steps for it to be a normal first floor, right ? You started tosuspect that Tsukasa and Ritsu were talking about you, as you heard your namebeing dropped several times, but you had more pressing matters to worry about.Namely, Leo was still missing.

“Leo ? Where are you ? Can we gohome yet… ?” Arashi was getting crankier with each creepy discovery, andhonestly you couldn’t blame him. This house looked like a very realistic horrormovie set, and you weren’t sure you wanted to explore all of it.

“Leo, we’re leaving without you if youdon’t ans— what are you doing on the floor ?! I almost stepped on you !” Ah,sounded like Izumi had found him. You and Arashi abandoned your investigationof what looked like a storage room to go back to the end of the hallway, whereLeo seemed to be… writing a song ?

“Can’t you see ? I’m writing ! Nowshoo, you’re disturbing me !” You honestly wouldn’t have minded Leowriting a song on the floor, if only he wasn’t writing in something that lookedlike…

“Blood… ? Where did you find that ?Did you get hurt ? What happened ?” Izumi was now examining Leo’s entire bodyin a panic, while the latter just obediently let him do as he pleased and keptwriting his masterpiece with the tip of his bloodied finger on the floor.

“Did I hear blood… ? I’m here… What’swrong ?” Ritsu had appeared out of nowhere (you suspected he was hiding in theshadows to scare you again), licking his lips. Izumi barely even paid attentionto him, busy as he was rummaging through his pockets to find something he couldstop the blood flow with.

“This dumbass hurt himself. I knewsomething like that was bound to happen.” Well, he said that but he looked moreworried than you’d ever seen him. Leo just raised an eyebrow, shooting him aninquisitive glance.

“Did I ? I found that blood on thewall, though. Look, it’s gushing from a hole ! Funny, right ?” Izumi lookedliterally anything but amused, and you and Ritsu had to seriously stop anincoming nervous bout of laughter. No doubt Izumi would have killed the threeof you if you hadn’t.

“I can’t. I’m… I need a break.”Izumi just wobbled away, furiously massaging his temples. You and Ritsu crouched near the wall, examining the strange blood flow. It didn’t look exactly likeblood to you, now that you were closer to it…

“Isn’t it a bit too… thick ? Itlooks like the fake blood you can get in stores”, you commented. Ritsu noddedpensively, tilting his head on the side as he was thinking.

“It does, yeah… but then again,coagulation can do that too.” The black-haired boy paused a moment, then slowlyparted his lips again, eyes suddenly lighting up with his new idea. “Guess onlytasting it will bring answers…” You caught his hand before he could tryanything any of you would regret.

“Can’t let you taste blood gushingfrom a wall in a weird house, sorry. Izumi would choke me.”

“Always knew he was a kinky littlething”, Ritsu remarked airily, prompting you to roll your eyes.

“To death, I meant.”

“I don’t know, that’s kinda hot too,to me…” Before you and Ritsu could hold a serious debate over the matter, Leo’seyes shot daggers to you.

“I said shoo ! You’re seriouslydisrapping my concentration !”

“Didn’t you mean ‘disrupted’ ?”Ritsu lazily corrected, getting up again. The glare Leo threw him was seriouslyscary.

“Wow, congrats, you can spell. Now just go away, I’m writing !” Ritsujust mumbled a rather unconvinced ‘yeah’ before he took you away. You couldhear loud voices from the last room on the first floor, and it looked likeRitsu didn’t want to miss any of the fun.

“Can’t you just put that down ? Whatif, like, the owner of the house decides to curse us because we messed withtheir stuff… ?” Arashi was still hiding behind Izumi, whose sole function wasnow to light up the room.

“That would suck. But you know whatwould suck more ? Getting out of here without knowing anything about whatreally happened”, Ritsu answered as he was busy rummaging through the drawersof the nightstand.

Seeing he was going to stay at itfor a while, Tsukasa sat on the huge bed reluctantly, but got up immediately whena cloud of dust rose from the bedsheets.

“Just get this over with and let’sgo home. I’m tired of this all.” True to his words, Izumi did look like he wason the verge of a nervous breakdown.

“Yeah, yeah, got it. Let me justlook on the desk as well…” Ritsu was the only one who seemed to still be havingfun. Well, there was Leo too, but he was still writing on the floor in thehallway. Tsukasa was carefully looking at the antique dolls exposed on top of a dresser, andshyly tugged on your hand when he noticed one of them in particular.

“Don’t you think this doll looks abit like you ?” He whispered in your ear, causing Izumi’s eyebrows to knit ashe noticed the two of you standing so awfully close to each other.

You carefully looked the doll over,and sure enough, everything about it was fairly close to how you looked like.The hair was perfectly identical to yours, its face as well… Well, there werejust its eyes that were disturbingly lacking. As in, the sockets were plainempty.

“It does, but I’m not sure thatmakes me happy”, you answered with a small grimace. Visibly worried you’d feeluncomfortable, Tsukasa motioned to hug you but ultimately changed strategiesand briefly stroked the back of your hand with his thumb in a soothing motion.As subtle as the gesture was, it still caught Izumi’s inquisitive eye.

“We will get out of here very soon.Let’s just hold on a little bit more.” You nodded to his reassuring words, beforeRitsu’s pleased exclamation drew your attention.

“I found a diary… That’s what youget for looking thoroughly everywhere.” He looked mighty pleased with himself,and even more so when Izumi came examining the desk.

“Where did you even find it ?” Izumigroaned, and Ritsu hummed mysteriously in response.

“There was a fake bottom in the lastdrawer, and it was hidden inside… Shall I read it ?” Arashi fervently shook hishead, already motioning to the door.

“Ritsu-chan, I don’t think this is agood idea—”

“Sure, why not ?” Izumi answered,shrugging. Arashi looked at him like he’d gone completely mad, and so Izumi rolledhis eyes, explaining himself. “By now, we’re pretty much fucked anyway.”

Tsukasa’s hand found yours again,just after you’d let him go. “Don’t be afraid, I’m—” He caught Izumi’s deathglare and cleared his throat, immediately correcting himself. “We’re all herewith you.”

“I’m reading it then… Let’s justpick a random page.” Ritsu ceremoniously opened the diary, assessing hisaudience with a serious look before he gravely started to speak. “… She gaspedin delight, fingers grasping the sheets as her mind went blank. ‘Harder !’ shemoaned, as her muscular lover groaned above her. ‘You’re so tight’, he hissed,gazing down at her lovingly. She felt his hard—” Arashi rushed to Tsukasa tocover his ears, much to his annoyance.

“Just— Stop please. I don’t wannaknow what’s in there anymore.” Izumi was trying his best to look unaffected,but the tips of his ears were turning dark pink. Ritsu pouted a bit,regretfully eyeing the book’s next few pages.

“Eh… I kinda wanted to know whathappens next though…” Izumi’s glare prompted him to snicker. “Alright, alright,that was just something I made up. I’m really reading it this time.”

“Wait, you mean—” Arashiinterrupted, eyes wide, but Ritsu ignored him and started to read again.

“October 31st. Hey,that’s today”, he mentioned, but Izumi sighed.

“Just keep to the text, please.”Ritsu rolled his eyes at his interruption.

“Okay, okay. So, October 31st.Lots of lovely children are running about, tonight. I can see six of them headingtowards here. Maybe it is finally time.” Ritsu fell silent, and the atmospherejust froze.

“Did you make that up again ?”Tsukasa hesitantly asked, as Arashi was holding his breath.

“No, it’s all written here.” Izumididn’t seem to believe Ritsu, as he rushed to him and grabbed the small diaryfrom his hands forcefully. What he saw apparently shocked him enough to put thebook away with trembling hands. Arashi’s hands immediately flew to his mouthagain.

“What, Izumi-chan, is it true… ?”Izumi didn’t answer, and you faintly felt your breath hitch in your throat whenhis eyes fell on you again. He looked afraid, an emotion you’d never seen onhim until now.

“Let’s— Let’s get the fuck out ofhere. Now.” No one even questioned him, and you all rushed outside the room,almost fighting to get to the stairs first. Leo just watched you pass by himwith a confused smile.

“Where are you going right now ? Isaw something great while you were all busy ! Some grandpa came to tell methat— Ow, Izumi, that hurts… !” Izumi just ignored his complaints and draggedhim down the stairs with him, probably breaking one or two of his bones in theprocess.

“Shut up and follow us ! This is why you should listen to us when wetell you something’s a bad idea !” Leo’s whining could still be heard withinthe house, even as you all rushed outside,sprinting to the civilization with all your might.

A certain someone was stillsnickering behind the “haunted mansion” ‘s door, holding a cellphone in hand.

“Nii-san… ? Yes, I made sure to captureit all on video. I’m sure that will make for a rather interesting show. Let’sjust sell it to some TV station. With how popular they are, that should makefor a good prize.” His voice stopped a moment, as he listened intently to thevoice at the other line. “The young producer, you say ? You’ll have to thankthem for their help. If it weren’t for them, this would all have been ruined.” He paused a moment, lips pursing in a satisfied smirk, before his tongue briefly darted over them.

“Oh, don’t you worry, I’ll make surelittle kitten is thoroughly rewarded for their precious help…”

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