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Playing Detectives Pt 4 (Wednesday x Male Reader)

Y/N and Wednesday learned of a potential new lead in their case in the form of Jericho’s founder Joseph Crackstone, meanwhile Wednesday’s latest stunt puts her on thin ice and when they learn that the monster is actually human Y/N and Wednesday start considering who they can trust.

I already have enough on my plate to deal with as it is with the prophecy only getting more confusing as a four hundred year old pilgrim who discriminated against out casts and tried to kill Wends’ ancestor is now seemingly involved, as well as the monster being a human, now I have to consider who I can trust outside of Wends anyone is a suspect, and of course Xavier just about proving that the Rowan we saw was a doppelgänger. But I also have to deal with possibly one of the worst things about this place, the Rave’n, one of our many school dances. I used to get asked a decent amount but I think they gave up trying, that or no one wanted to go with me after the scar on my eye took up part of my face. I would ask Wednesday to go as friends but our time would be much better spent focusing on the case.

Another thing on our plate is that Ajax stood Enid up on their date, I had to stop Wends from shooting him with a nail gun. I asked him about it and it turns out he stoned himself and missed the date, I suggested he tell Enid but he was too embarrassed, and I won’t tell her because it isn’t my place to.

At the moment however I should focus as me and Wednesday are sneaking into the morgue to inspect a dead body, we got word that the homeless guy we found in the old meeting house had been brutally murdered. Me and Wends slide in under the door as Thing sticks bubblegum onto the camera.

“Find the files on the monsters other victims and make copies, don’t pout, your scalpel skills are questionable.” She tells Thing as we go to find the body.

“Remember on my thirteenth birthday when Uncle Fester got me that cadaver, you sliced right through that man’s carotid.”

We check various containers and make occasional comments.

“Magnificent hematoma.”

Eventually we find the one, Wednesday starts recording her findings as we check the bodies injuries and Thing makes copies.

We see that the body’s left foot is missing when Thing starts telling us people are coming, we shut the container and hide in some empty ones.

The Sheriff and Mortician talk for a minute before the Sheriff leaves, the Mortician then opens the container with Wednesday in it but believes her to be a dead body and then leaves.

Thing opens our containers but Wednesday requests five more minutes inside.

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Me and Wends are hanging out in her dorm putting our findings on a board.

“When I suggested giving your side of the room a makeover I did not have Ted Bundy’s Pinterest in mind.” Enid says.

“Still not as creepy as your stuffed unicorn collection.” Wednesday replies.

“Is this why you snuck out last night?”

“We may have made an unsanctioned trip to the morgue to copy the files of the monster’s victims.”

“Okay, there are so many levels of ew in that statement I don’t know where to begin.”

“We need to get inside its head, discover any patterns or anomalies, we’ve already made a big discovery, turns out all of the monsters victims have had body parts surgically removed, the first one a kidney, the second one a finger.” Wednesday says while handing Enid pictures.

“Wednesday, I don’t feel-”

“Third a gall bladder, and the bearded man from the meeting house two toes, do you understand what this means? These models aren’t mindless, he’s collecting trophies like a seasoned serial killer. It’s impressive, actually.” Wednesday says as we turn around and see that Enid has fainted. We turn back to Thing and request that he fetch the smelling salts again.

— — —

We are in Thornihill’s class now, I’m dozing off as I sit next to Gwen, I get excited when I hear Thornhill bring up something about sexual trickery but get disappointed when I realize she’s just talking about plants.

Bianca makes some joke about the Rave’n which causes Thornhill to solidify herself as my favorite teacher by revealing that because of the dance she isn’t going to assign homework.

Xavier talks to Wednesday about the dance but she says something about sticking needles in her eyes, we then both notice the scratches on his neck.

We look to each other and silently agree to follow him.

— — —

We follow him to his art studio and hide behind some trees.

“We need to do this, Xavier didn’t get those scratches from fencing, he’s hiding something.”

We walk into the studio and see several pictures of the monster looking like they’re staring right at us.

“I suppose every artist needs a muse.”

“A muse is a pretty girl or a bowl of fruit, this is just creepy.” I say

“Xavier you just said that much more interesting.” Wednesday said as she grabbed some pictures.

We head out but Xavier spots Wednesday, I duck behind the shed to avoid being seen.

“Wednesday.”

“Xavier, hello.”

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing, I just saw you come out this way, what is this place?”

“It’s kind of my private art studio, I cleared it out and fixed it up so Weems lets me use it.”

“How very entrepreneurial, I would love to see inside. Why don’t you give me a tour?”

“Not right now, it’s a total mess.”

“I shadowed a crime scene photographer last summer, I’m not easily fazed.” I feel like she wouldn’t easily be fazed even if she didn’t shadow ad crime scene photographer.

“Maybe another time, why were you looking for me?”

“I wanted to go over Ms. Thornhill’s homework assignment.” Damn it Wends Thornhill didn’t give out homework, now he’s going to realize that we think he’s the monster.

“She didn’t give us homework, remember?” Shit, shit, shit shit. “Why are you really out here?” Double shit. “Is this about a certain dance that makes you want to poke needles into your eyes, perhaps?” Well, that was lucky. “I’m all ears.”

“Are you really going to make me ask?” Wednesday said. Wait what?

“Oh, absolutely.” Why this cocky, why would Wends actually go with him, I thought she hated the idea of dances just like me.

What then followed was a near half minute of Wednesday trying to ask Xavier to the dance before finally managing to spit it out. I don’t know why but when she finally asked and Xavier said yes it felt like my stomach dropped and everything just stopped for a second, why would I be disappointed about Wends going to the dance with X-, oh shit, I see what’s happening, I am starting to like Wednesday romantically, well shit, this sucks, we’re partners and good friends, being a couple would just ruin all of that.

— — —

While it’s clear that Wednesday is only going with Xavier to get info and check to see whether or not he is our monster, it still honestly feels sucky. And now I have to deal with therapy.

“I do actually have something I want to talk about today.” I say when I sit down.

Dr. Kinbott looked shocked by this and immediately grabbed her notebook. “Really, ok, what is it?” She asked.

“There’s this girl I like who I’m really close to, and I just realized I like her as more than friends, and there’s a dance coming up and she’s going with someone else and I know she’s not interested in him she’s just going for other reasons but I still feel shitty about it, I also don’t want to ruin our friendship by asking her out, and would I be a bad friend if I don’t feel happy if she was happy with someone else?” I ramble.

“That’s a lot to unpack, let’s start with this girl, is it Wednesday?” I normally would say no but the shocked face I give her manages to reveal the truth. “I see you two walking around a lot, you would be cute together, why do you feel like your friendship would be ruined by asking her out, or why do you think she would say no?”

“Well we just work so well as friends and partners, and I know that she would say no because she is this pretty, cool, smart, girl who seems to have guys throwing themselves at her, I don’t want to be selfish by putting my desires before our friendship.”

“It isn’t selfish to put your own happiness first every now and again.” She says trying to support me.

“Why would she go out with me, she’s perfect, and I’m broken.” I say putting my hand over my scarred eye as I smile at Dr. Kinbott.

“What do you mean by broken? Is it your scar? How did you get it?”

“Under normal circumstances I would never tell you this, but stuff has been feeling shitty recently and … I guess I finally need to let some stuff out to someone who doesn’t share my last name. I had another brother once, my parents first kid, he had bipolar, some days we were best friends doing everything together, others he hated me and stayed in his room all day, one time during dinner, on one of his bad days, I was joking and being loud and it was annoying him, so he grabbed his steak knife and cut at my eye, my parents rushed me to the hospital and not long after that he put a shotgun in his mouth.” I confess, telling the story for the first time since it happened.

I start to break down and the doc comforted me, handing me some tissues and saying it’s alright while all I said was either it’s my fault or that I’m broken. God I miss Arthur, so much.

— — —

After that I walked around Jericho before running into Wednesday.

“Where are you coming from?” She asked.

“Therapy.” I answer. “You?”

“Enid wanted to take me dress shopping but I managed to get out of it, now come on let’s go see the Sheriff.”

We then walked over to the Sheriff’s office and showed him the pictures we found in Xavier’s studio.

“We both know there is a monster out there, if we’re going to stop it, I think it’s time we put our differences aside and work together.”

“And this is your stake for me to deal you two in.” He then takes out any other picture and compares them. “I’m sorry, you gotta do better than that, you got some nice detail though.”

“We didn’t draw it.” I inform him.

“I need to know who did.” He says.

“Unless we’re exchanging intel I’m not at liberty to say.”

“Why would I share information on an ongoing murder investigation with a couple of high school kids?” He asks.

“Because we go to Nevermore and you don’t, don’t you want some eyes and ears behind those ivy covered walls?”

“Listen, Velma and Shaggy, why don’t you and the Scooby gang stick to your homework and leave the investigating to the professionals.” He says before getting a phone call, personally I feel like I would be Scooby but alright. “What?” He starts to talk on the line before calling us back.

“Let me see that sketch again, the person who drew this, that your suspect? When you bring me some concrete evidence maybe we’ll talk.”

We then finally leave the office but we end up running into Tyler.

“Don’t wanna ask what trouble you’re in now.”

“Nothing we can’t handle, your father’s in particularly frustrating form today, avoid.”

“Welcome to my world, you guys have the Rave’N this weekend right? It was all the buzz at the Weathervane today.”

“I must be the only one not obsessed with this stupid dance.” Wends says.

“So you’re not going?” He asks

“Actually, I was forced to ask someone as an act of self preservation.” I died a little inside when she said this, liking someone is so annoying.

“Sure that happens, I guess. So who is it?”

“Xavier.”

“Got it, hope you two have fun.”

“I’m not sure why you’re upset.”

“That’s kind of the problem, I mean call me crazy Wednesday but you keep giving me these signals.” I’m sorry what signals, occasional conversation is signals for this guy.

“It’s not my fault I can’t interpret your emotional Morse code.”

“Then let me spell it out, I thought we liked each other, but then you pull something like this and I have no idea where I stand, am I in the more than friend zone or just a pawn in some game you’re playing?” Well at least when I like a girl, I don’t blame her for not liking me back.

“I’m just dealing with a lot right now, I need to prioritize.”

“Thanks for cleaning that up, I guess, give me a call if I ever move up your to do list.” Tyler says before walking off.

“Not one word.” Wednesday says to me and Thing.

— — —

Wednesday and I moved our murder board into the beekeeping shed, with Eugene’s permission and Enid’s insistence.

“No worries. Mi colmena es us colmena. I assume this is the creature that’s been rampaging in the woods”

“You told him?” Wednesday glared at me.

“We told your roommate.” I said deadpan staring at the board.

“Mr. Fits banned me from bug hunting until further notice. Speaking of monsters with sharp claws can you give this to your roommate, put in a good word for me?” He asked Wends. “I hear she’s still sans date for the Rave’N.”

“Eugene.”

“I know the chances of her asking me are next to zero, but I don’t care. I’ll keep putting myself out there until Enid finally sees me.” God I need this kid’s confidence.

“And if she never was.”

“She will, I’m playing the long game, my moms say people will appreciate me when I’m older, I know they’re just trying to make me feel better, but-”

“Listen people like us, we’re original thinkers, intrepid outliers in this vast cesspool of adolescence. We don’t need these inane rites of passage to validate who we are, Y/N?”

“Most of the people going are self absorbed shit bags anyway.” I chime in.

“Exactly.”

“So you’re not going to the Rave’N either?” He asks us.

“I’m not.” I say.

“Actually, I am, with Xavier”

“I see.”

“It’s not like I like Xavier, I just have ulterior motives, sketches are the closest thing me and Y/N have to a lead to try and stop this thing.”

“That circle, I think I know where that is.” Eugene tells us.

“Show us.”

We walk through the woods for a few minutes before coming across a cave that looks like the circles in one of Xavier’s drawings.’

“You think it’s in there?” He asks us/

“Only one way to find out.”

We walk up to the entrance.

“I’m not a huge fan of enclosed spaces, I’m claustrophobic.”

“If you hear me screaming bloody murder there’s a good chance I’m just enjoying myself.”

We then walk into the cave and look around with our flashlights, we find deer bones and find some shackles attached to the wall with scratch marks around them and a claw jammed into the rocks.

— — —

Me and Wednesday go into Xaviers studio to find something to match for DNA to present to the Sheriff.

After we grab something Xavier walks in.

“The hell you doing he asks us?”

“How do you know what the monster looks like? Or all these just self portraits.”

“What, you think it’s me? I saved your life.”

“So did the monster. Or was that you the night Rowan was killed?”

“You are so out of line right now.”

“We’re just trying to uncover the truth, and your art seems to have a recurring motif.”

“Yeah, this creature’s been haunting my dreams for the past couple of weeks, I try to block it out, but I can’t so I just come in here and paint it, when I was painting this one the claws reached out of the canvas and took a swipe at me, that’s how I got these scratches”

“I thought you were able to control your ability.”

“Not when it comes to this thing.”

“Maybe it’s just your guilty conscience.”

“I told you I’m not the monster, okay?”

Wednesday then takes out the drawing of the cave.

“So you just happened to draw pictures of it down to the location of its lair in the woods? Those are some pretty vivid dreams.”

“You were in there before, when I caught you, that’s the only reason you asked me to the Rave’N isn’t it? To try and cover, you are unbelievable.”

“It’s nothing personal.”

“It never is with you is it? I mean, do you even care about anyone or anything at all, Wednesday? Get out! Both of you out!”

We do as he requests and leave to go to the Sheriff’s.

— — —

We hand the Sheriff our DNA samples.

“That’s the claw of the monster and that’s a dried blood sample from a potential suspect, he used it to dab scratches on his neck, run the DNA test and see if they match.”

“I’m sorry, do I work for you?”

“You asked for concrete evidence, that’s it”

“Where’d you get this? And who’s the suspect?”

“Run the test first then I’ll explain everything.”

“I’m not playing games.”

“Neither are we Sheriff.”

“Bernice, bring me a DNA authorization form please.”

— — —

Me and Wednesday were now back at Nevermore, we saw Eugene sulking by the fountain.

“Why so glum?” She asked him.

“Saw Enid at lunch, asked if she got my honey.”

“It’s not like I didn’t warn you, since none of us have a date to the dance-”

“We should all go together!” Eugene said enthusiastically.

“What? No, I was going to suggest we stake out the cave and identify the monster, whoever it may be.”

We then looked over at Xavier before walking off.

“Don’t worry man, someday you will get a girl who genuinely loves everything about you.” I comfort him.

— — —

Me and Eugene spent the better part of the afternoon getting ready, I was bringing minimal supplies, flashlights, some snacks if we get hungry, and I snuck one of my swords from my forgery with some runic engravings on it for extra measure just to be safe, the runes give it some ice powers and stuff, also some walkie talkies.

We began to head downstairs to meet Wends and head out.

“You excited buddy? Your first stake out.” I ask him.

“Yeah, I also just wanted to say thanks, if it wasn’t for you and Wednesday I wouldn’t really have any friends so it means a lot to me you guys are including me.”

“When you’re an outcast amongst outcasts it’s probably smart to stick together.”

“Yeah, not many others here love bees as much as us.”

“Also I have a massive pile of manga in my closet.” I confess. “The only ones who know are now you and Thing.”

“What?” He laughs.

“Tell anyone and I’ll kill you and hide your body in one of the hives.” I threaten also laughing.

We keep walking until we see Wends, in a dress, with Tyler, shit.

“Wednesday, what’s going on?” Eugene asks her. “What happened to staking out the cave?”

“Don’t worry we get it, we’ll check it out ourselves.” I say turning to head out.

“No, it’s too dangerous, stand down.” She tells us. “We’ll go together tomorrow night, understood?”

“Come on Wends, this our first real lead in a while. I’ll watch out for him.” I offer, she should go and have fun, even if it isn’t with me.

“You especially shouldn’t go.” She tells me almost as if it was a warning.

“Come on, here.” I hand her one of the radios from my bag. “We can be in contact at all times, if things gets hairy we’ll call.”

“Fine if you must go, you will remain by your radios at all times, and at the first sign of danger, run.” She tells us sternly

“Yes ma’am.” I say jokingly.

With that we part ways, Wednesday to the Rave’N with Tyler, me to the cave with Eugene. But, if there is one thing I know about Wednesday is that she always looks forward to the next thing, she never looks back, so why did I notice her looking back at me when we left.

— — —

We’ve been here for half an hour by this point, I always loved the vibe of the woods at night, the bugs chirping, owls hooting, the moonlight shrouded by the clouds. It just feels peaceful. Eugene talks in his voice recorder about how there has been no movement but he did here a type of bug he liked so that’s nice.

“Hey man put that thing away for a second will you?” I ask.

“Sure what is it?”

“What I’m about to tell you never gets out, you will tell no one, not Enid, not Thing, nobody.”

“Not even Wednesday?”

“Especially not Wends.”

“This feels a bit more serious than a giant manga collection.” He jokes.

“Yeah it is, I may or may not have been developing romantic feelings for a certain goth girl in our beekeeping club.”

“First we’re called the Nevermore Hummers, but wait, you seriously have a crush on Wednesday?”

“Yeah.” I confess.

“Well why didn’t you ask her to the dance?”

“I don’t know? First she was going with Xavier, then we were staking out this cave, and now she’s there with Tyler.”

“I can’t believe she bailed on us for the dance.”

“Don’t blame Wends, she’s been focusing on the case a lot, she deserves to have fun.” I defend her.

“But you’ve been focusing on it just as much, you should be able to go as well.”

“Yeah, I guess, but it wouldn’t feel the same not being there with her, at least when she was going with Xavier I knew she didn’t have feelings for him, but with Tyler it’s different, she’s choosing to be there with him right now.”

We then wait around a couple more hours before we hear a car pull up to the cave and someone gets out. They walk over to the cave before throwing in a Molotov cocktail. After throwing it in they shine their flashlight directly at us and run away as fast as we can.

We run for a few minutes before hiding behind some trees. We stop to catch our breath but we start to hear the monster snarling and we continue our run.

In the distance I can hear Wends shouting our names, either that or I’m just hallucinating. Before I know it Eugene trips over and loses his glasses, I turn to try and run back but the monster gets to him before I do. He slash my sword at it a few times before it runs off.

“Eugene, wake up kid, it’s gone, you’re alright.” I try to say to him. Before I know it I’m hyperventilating, my vision’s getting blurry, and everything is feeling numb, I don’t even notice it until Wednesday shakes me and yells my name.

“Y/N”

That starts to take me out of it as I notice her hand on mine and her terrifying yet somewhat comforting stare into my soul.

Thornhill runs in and yells. “Is he’s alive!”

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dreamescapeswriting · 3 years

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Guardian Angel ~ JJK [Request]

WORD COUNT: 3.7K

PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader

GENRE: College AU, enemies to lovers, bully to lover, Tsundere bully to lover

A.N: Thank you so much for the creative freedom hunny and I hope that this is okay for you

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF PHYSICAL VIOLENCE BETWEEN READER AND ANOTHER CHARACTER IN THE FIC

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Running late as always you pushed the door open to your Criminology class where everyone turned to stare at you, nothing new about that. They always stared. But you didn't bother to question why they were staring this time, it was normally because you were late or that they just simply wanted to make you uncomfortable. It was obvious that no one seemed to like you, not even the tutor that taught the class. The door opened again behind you and before you even had a chance to move a voice rang out loudly causing more people to look up,

"Move, dweeb." You shuffled to the side letting him go by and you felt your stomach churn as you saw him. Dressed in his usual leather jacket, biking gloves and black jeans he sauntered across the floor towards his desk. His long black hair was thrown into a bun as he mumbled asking people to move as he got to his row. Girls staring the entire time as he dragged the chair out and sat down, making as much noise as possible because he loved the attention he got.

"Jeon Jungkook. Reason for being late?" Your tutor questioned as you slowly made your way over to your desk, mentally thanking Jungkook's power to take attention away from everyone else so that you could get away with being late.

"Bike broke down on the way. Stopped to fix it." He murmured as he began taking out his book from his bag, waiting for the class to continue on. As if that was a valid excuse the tutor nodded turning her attention to you as she remembered that you were late. Her hands rested on her hips as she tapped her foot staring at you, her long blond hair was left down and she wore a black pencil skirt with a white dress shirt, the top buttons open so that she could show off her fake tits.

"Miss Y/l/n." A coldness ran through your body as you realised you weren't out of the woods yet and you were about to get punished for being late. If it wasn't bad enough you were already late because you'd slept through all of your alarms you knew you were going to end up late for work that night because being late with Miss Nolty always meant detention.

"Give me an excuse, which is it this time? Your dog turned off your alarm, your roommate locked you out? You couldn't find the room..." You ignored the tutor as you kept your head down, the entire class of around 30 students all joining in with her but Jungkook watched as he could sense you were growing uncomfortable. Blood boiling as he watched everyone laughing along, coming up with more excuses he sighed to himself, slamming his hand onto the table gaining the attention of the girl sitting beside him who was trying to study.

"She was with me." Heads shot over in Jungkook's direction as he stared at the tutor who looked heartbroken at the mere thought of you being alone with Jungkook. It was no secret that the college tutor had her way when it came to male students, sleeping with anyone she found attractive. Miss Nolty folded her hands over her chest covering herself up for the first time ever,

"With you?" The tutor questioned as she turned all of her attention back onto him, the atmosphere in the room seemed to change as everyone seemed shocked to learn Jungkook had been with you. The girls in your glass began glaring at you while the guys all seemed to smirk with one another, staring over at you with hunger in their eyes.

"Well...I'll see you both in detention tonight. Tardiness is not tolerated in my classroom." She snapped at Jungkook, ranting on about how this would never work in a workplace but you drowned her out, doing independent studying from the book that was in front of you.

Why did Jungkook have to do that? He hated you more than anyone else in the course did so why did he feel the need to suddenly stand up for you in front of the tutor and everyone in the classroom. He'd probably just made your life ten times worse than it already way in the course.

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"So...Are you fucking him?" A voice whispered from the left side of you, glancing over you saw one of the jocks staring at you and chewing on some gum. He was wearing a large hoodie with the college logo on the front, his hair was receding at the front and it looked as though he'd probably be bald before he turned 30.

"What? Who?" You frowned forgetting for a moment what Jungkook had said as you looked at the jock, you didn't even know his name and you were pretty sure he didn't know yours either.

"Guk. Are you fucking him?" You laughed at him turning your head away as you shook it violently, there was nothing on this planet that would make you even want to be nice to Jungkook never mind sleep with him.

You'd lived beside him for years and he'd always been a dick to you, throughout high school and college. You were pretty sure he'd only joined the Criminology course just so that he could torture for a few more years, everything was some sort of sick and twisted game to him.

"So...You're not? You're single?" A bell went off inside of you as you could sense where this conversation was going to go, he was going to ask you out and it was going to be some kind of prank so you ignored him trying to keep your eyes on the page.

"I just...I need someone to study with and I don't want to ask anyone else." He continued to whisper watching you the entire time, normally you were great at blocking everyone out but today you couldn't.

"I'll never bother you again...It's just for the test?" Biting down on your lip you suddenly turned to look at him, tears threatening to well up in your eyes but you didn't let them.

"Why? So you can show up with all of your friends and laugh at me? Or are you just going to not come and laugh about it the next day?" Something broke inside of you as you snapped at him, ignoring the strange looks you were gaining from those around you.

"Or did Jungkook put you up to it?" You shook your head laughing at the thought of it but the guy shook his head,

"No. I'm in serious need of help...Please, I know you work at Jo's. I can meet you there?" The desperation in his voice was hard to fake so you nodded at him, agreeing that you'd meet him there.

"I have a shift. I finish at 6 tonight." You mumbled before going back to reading from the book as the guy slid a piece of paper in front of you.

Seongwa 07387178916 in case I'm late x

Sliding it into your book you tried to ignore the kiss on the end and focus on your reading instead of the panic that was bubbling up inside of you about that night.

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"The apron looks cute," Seongwa said as you sat down across from him in one of the booths, you looked down at your uniform and gave him a fake smile. The uniform was too revealing for your liking, a short dress combo with a pink frilly apron to tie it all together with.

"It's gross and misogynistic." You grumbled taking out your book from your bag and flipping it open to the chapter the test was going to be on. All about serial killers and their upbringing, it was a debate based on if serial killers could be caught in their youth, which signs could help determine them.

"I was just struggling with some of the terms, I know that frequently they're bed wetters from bad homes but what else?" He questioned watching you as your eyes skimmed over the book in front of you.

As you were about to answer him the door opened in the store and Jungkook walked in, you saw him walking over to the table and order a drink. The same drink he got every time he came into the small diner you worked it, not that he ever came in when you were working. Only when you'd finished a shift, you'd catch him as you were leaving.

"There are many different factors, bedwetting and bad home lives are the main ones but not everyone with those turns out to be a murderer." You mumbled as you ran your highlighter over a section of the book he could use,

"It has all of the factors that most of the killers share." You pushed the book in front of him and he began reading, or at least you thought he was reading.

"Look what we have," A voice called out making you look up from your phone, standing at your table was one of the girls in your class. Like Miss Nolty she had a large crush on Jungkook so you knew what was going to happen and you prepared yourself for the endless bombard of insults that were about to get thrown at you.

"The little slut going through the whole class," She smirked looking at you, Yeji, she was popular and pretty and bitchy. Everything that added up to a high school cliche.

"Why are you sitting with my boyfriend?" She questioned as she sat down on Seongwa's lap, you looked down at the paper not wanting to make eye contact with her in case she suddenly turned you into stone.

"He asked for help-"

"Babe. I was sitting here and she came up to me, like you said she's a stalker creep." Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach as Seongwa spoke about you like that,

"H-He asked for help studying, I was helping-" A stinging sensation raced across your face as you hissed out, holding your hand up to your cheek shocked that Yeji had slapped you like that or even slapped anyone like that.

"That looked like it stung, here...Let me cool it down for you." Her voice was filled with fake pitty as she picked up a milkshake from the table beside yours and began slowly pouring it down onto your head and uniform. Everyone in the diner stood by and watched doing nothing as she smirked at you,

"You have a little something," She threw a napkin at you and began giggling as Seongwa laughed loudly, snapping photos for everyone to see. You never should have agreed t helping him, you knew from the start that something was wrong with him suddenly asking you to help.

"What are you doing?" Jungkook's voice asked as he stood beside the table but no one turned to look at him, you just kept your head down as the milkshake seeped into your apron not daring to move in case he was in on it too.

"Hey! I'm talking to you dumbass, what do you think you're doing?" Jungkook sounded beyond angry as he stared down at the guy beside you, Seongwa turned to look at Jungkook and scoffed,

"What does it look like? We're having fun." He laughed loudly as Yeji got off his lap, running her fingers up and down Jungkook's clothed chest.

"Come on, it's funny Guky. We're playing your favourite game. Torture the loser," She laughed loudly but he took her wrist in his hand, moving it off him before moving her away from him completely as he turned to look at Seongwa who was still laughing.

"It's not fucking funny," He growled making you look up in surprise, your heart beating rapidly against your chest as he stood up for you for the second time that day.

"You gotta admit it is, look-" Seongwa's hand was pulled away from you as he went to point and he was dragged from his seat by an angry Jungkook.

"Get away from her," It was a warning this time as he shoved Seongwa in the direction of the exit,

"Whoa, man! What's your fucking problem?!" He yelled out watching as Jungkook picked up his book and threw it down by his feet, ignoring everyone who was turning to stare at what was happening in the diner.

"Do I need to explain my reasoning? Get the fuck away from her," Jungkook's eyes seemed to darken as he stared at Seongwa who started laughing even harder,

"Ooooo, do you like her? Do you want to kiss her?" Within seconds Seongwa was pushed against the wall while Jungkook held onto the lapels of his jacket, forcing him against the wall as he spoke in a harsh tone.

"She's mine to tease, she belongs to me." He spat as he looked at a terrified Seongwa, his eyes widened with fear as he nodded dramatically.

"I'm the only one allowed to tease her...Do I make myself fucking clear?" Once Seongwa nodded Jungkook dropped him, watching the boy scramble to pick up his things before leaving the diner with Yeji trailing behind him.

"Fucking idiot, it's a good thing I came when I found out he'd asked for help. What kind of dumbass are you? Why do something like this?" He gestured towards all of the notes that were now ruined and covered in the milkshake that had splattered onto you.

"I'm always picking you up when bad shit happens," He groaned as he watched you trying to wipe off as much of the milkshake as humanly possible still not speaking a word to him. There was no way for you to tell if this was still part of what Seongwa had planned or if he was being genuine.

"Do you have any spare clothes?" He sighed as he realised you were going to have to go home to your dorms covered in the milkshake, you shook your head.

"No." Simple answeres was going to get you through the meeting with him, he began rooting through the bag he had with him.

"What's their deal? Why do they hate you so much?" You stared at Jungkook not knowing if you should laugh or cry at his questions.

"Why do you care?" Jungkook held up a hoodie from inside of his bag, a black one with some shorts he owned.

"I don't. Nobody else is allowed to treat you like that, only I'm allowed," He shoved the clothes into your hand being careful not to hit the milkshake parts of you.

"Why?" You questioned again.

"Because you need clothes to travel home in. I'm not letting you get onto my bike in that," He gestured to the messed up outfit and you shook your head,

"I'm already home. I stay here...But I meant why do you get to be the only one that bullies me?" It felt strange to be having a conversation with him after all of these years,

"Because I know when to stop. What do you mean you stay here? You have a dorm..." You stared at him wondering what kind of simple-minded answer that was. It was stupid but as you came to think of it all those years Jungkook had bullied you not once did he go too far and make you cry like everyone else had but it didn't justify anything.

"Why are you staying here?" He asked as he waited for you to answer, you'd just gotten changed into the clothes he'd given to you and came out of the bathroom.

"My roommates locked me out, I've been staying on the sofa in the basement," You admitted as you realised he wasn't going to drop it until he got all of the answers out of you,

"Is that why you've been so late lately?" You nodded at him putting your clothes into a laundry basket with the rest of your dirty clothes, you needed to find a laundromat somewhere.

"Why do you let people treat you like that?"

"Why do you treat me like that? Why do you hate me?!" You countered back at him snapping at little raising an eyebrow as you waited for him to answer the question this time.

"You're always doing something fucking dumb, always getting into trouble you're a magnet for it!" He yelled out as he grabbed the keys for his bike and your hand, pulling you towards the exit of the diner.

"What are you doing?" You questioned as he kept pulling you out of the door and towards his bike. Sitting there was a large black motorbike that looked expensive,

"You're not staying on a sofa when I have a perfectly good spare room." He grumbled as he opened the seat to get the helmet out of it,

"Put it on before you hurt yourself." He handed you a black helmet but you made no attempt to put it on.

"Here," He placed it onto your head, strapping it on tightly enough so that it wouldn't come off,

"I don't need your clumsy ass hurting yourself," He mumbled as he sat you on the bike, sitting in front of you and wrapping your arms around his waist.

"Hold on tight." That was the last thing he mumbled before he began driving off.

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"I'll make some tea," Jungkook's dorm was nothing how you had expected it to be, you thought it would be dark but it was bright. White walls with white furniture and photos everywhere of his family, you knew his mother so you recognised her face in the photographs. You stayed silent as he bought you a cup of tea to the coffee table in his living room, you had no idea what to say to him or why you had even gone along with him in the first place.

"All I could think about was hitting him, no one should treat you like that! It bothers me so much when everyone does it in class," Staring at him in shock you wondered why it bothered him so much when all of these years he'd been doing the same thing.

"Why?" He stared at you as he frowned, did you really not see everything he had been doing to protect you?

"You're mine. No one gets to treat you like that...Ever." It confused you even more as you stared back at him,

"You do the same thing. You've bullied me for years." You shook your head at him and he sighed,

"There's a difference...I know when you stop when you've had enough...I do it because I know your boundaries." Only more confusion set in as he admitted it to you, it didn't make up for anything he had said or done over the years.

"I've always looked out for you though...Like when it snowed and I drove you home. Or when you had that cold and I brought you medicine...I always made sure you had notes in class." It was true but he still did it while calling you mean names or being rude about it.

"Is anyone else bothering you? I have to know who and what they're doing so I can stop them." That was when it hit you, he was being protective in a mean way. He was acting like all of those rude Tsundere anime boys you saw in manga and shows.

"You're being...Protective?" You questioned as you stared at him, he locked eyes with you not saying anything,

"You're worried about me?" You asked again as you waited for him to say something else but he got up in a rush, almost hitting the coffee table and spilling the tea.

"It's your fault I get like this! It's your fault I get so worried and protective over you!" He yelled out as he began pacing around the floor, your eyes on him the whole time as you waited for him to say something else.

"Those big eyes, that smile that always makes me smile even when you're driving me nuts and being so god damn annoying!" He stopped still and stared at you,

"What are you talking about?" Everything felt as though it was getting too much to handle but you had to know why he did this, why he had done all of this over the years and why he was still so protective over you now.

"I had to keep annoying you and bullying you otherwise I was going to start thinking about how much I loved you...How much I wanted you." Blinking you stared at him now knowing what to say in response to him.

"Loved?" Was the only thing that seemed to be coming out of your mouth staring back at him,

"It's your fault." You laughed softly as he passed the blame onto you as if it was something you had to do with, it was his feelings, not yours.

"Which is why you're going to stay here so I can look after you. Make you get to work and class okay...Make sure you're okay-" He stopped speaking when you smashed your lips against his, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as you finally kissed him after all these years. The long awaiting build up making your stomach flip and sparks fly as you finally kissed one another. Jungkook wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up so he could finally hold you close to his body.

"I love you dumbass," He mumbled against your lips as you nodded at him,

"I love you too, cunt." You bit down on his lip before kissing him once again, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as you leant into him.

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Sitting beside him in class the next day was nerve-wracking, he had his arm around your shoulder glaring at anyone that was staring at the two of you for more than he approved of. Not everything was perfect between the two of you and it was going to take some time to get used to him being kind of nice to you all of a sudden but there was no denying your feelings for one another. Besides, he was like your guardian angel.

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 3 years

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Extreme Aggressor: Part One

Pairing: Eventual Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, woman gets killed in an alley, talk of strangling and stabbing a woman

Summary: Jason Gideon is called back from a six-month leave from the Behavioral Analysis Unit to profile a killer. Meanwhile, the team flies across the country to Seattle when another young woman goes missing at the hands of "The Seattle Strangler," another serial killer.

Author’s Note: Here is it finally! After hard work, it is finally ready for your viewing pleasure! Please, feedback is always appreciated so let me know what you like about it and what you didn’t!

I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated.

So without further ado, please enjoy!

"The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary. Men alone are quite capable of every wickedness." - Joseph Conrad

Not everyone knows this but each and every person has an aura around their body as if it hovers to remind people like you that they have things to hide. Not many people can see and do what you can do, but then again, you don’t want them to. All your life, you have been able to connect with people on a much deeper level than the average human. Those auras contain energies that you are able to connect with, therefore see more than what the normal eye can.

This ability that you have has gotten you in places you should never be. It’s gotten you where another dare not to venture. It’s allowed you to see the true intention and personality of a person no matter how high and thick their walls may be. Now, some people are better at hiding their true selves than others, but you always manage to figure out what makes them tick.

Your abilities have captured the attention of a really great friend, Jason Gideon. When he figured out the thing you could do, he knew you would make a great addition to his team. Granted, he was on a “summer break” so to speak, but he would be more than happy to give you a recommendation. It’s not that you didn’t want to work for the FBI, you just didn’t know if you would be good enough.

Never have your abilities let you down even if they didn’t always give you want you wanted. No one really knew what you could do, not even your family. It made you feel like a freak, like you never belonged anywhere since all you could do was see on the soulful plane. Maybe the BAU would benefit from having you on board, but would you benefit from having the BAU on your side? Your father always told you never to join any kind of government work, and at the time, he gave a good enough reason to keep you away. Something about them always taking jobs right from underneath everyone’s noses, and you believed him when you were a kid.

Now, not so much.

It was hard to when all you saw was death wherever you go. You didn’t ask for this ability, but you got it, and it was your responsibility to help as many people as you could with it until the day you die. That was the only reason why you were considering taking Jason up on his offer. There was still some hesitation on your shoulder, and you thought a walk would do you nice.

The crowded city rushed on without you, but you only had one thing on your mind. It was the busiest part of the city, but you liked walking through there once in a while. Everyone’s thoughts and feelings came to light when they were in a rush. It bombarded you and often overwhelmed you, but nothing overcame the sickening feeling you got in your stomach when you stepped on Jefferson Rd.

The energy in the air swirled around you, but it wasn’t energy from the people around you; it was from the dead. Even spirits leave energy behind when they pass which allow people like you to snatch it up to figure out their story. The way it works is that you become so overwhelmed with the emotions and the energy that you begin to see some of the last moments that spirit went through before it passed. You are allowed to see it based on how well you connect with it.

Some people have called you being psychic while other people called you a witch. Being an empathetic person helped you see the picture clearly. Not always will you get a clear one, and sometimes, you may not even get a full body. It’s whatever the spirit left behind and wanted you to see. They laid down the stepping stones, and it was up to you to be able to pass them.

Standing still in the middle of the sidewalk, you looked to your left to see a woman appear out of thin air. She was a bit transparent which is how you were able to spot the difference between an energy source and a real human. She was maybe in her mid-twenties, and she was jogging with headphones in. She passed by you without a second glance, and everyone around you seemed to disappear since the only person you were able to focus on was her.

She jogged for a few more seconds when a black apparition came out of the alley not far from you. The black shape grabbed at the woman, but you needed to replay that scene over if you wanted to connect with his spirit. Sometimes, when a picture isn’t clear, you have to replay the mini silent movie over and over again until you can either get a clear picture or you knew that you weren’t getting anything more.

As if you had a remote in one hand, you pressed it which rewound the action. The woman jogged backwards past you to where she first emerged, and you hit the play button. Just like before, she jogged past you, minding her own business when the black shape came at her. This time, he was a bit clearer. Repeating this process over and over again, you watched the woman get kidnapped about twenty more times before you could see the exact details of the man’s face.

He grabbed her and pulled her into the alley, but you couldn’t seem to move. The clearer the picture, the stronger the energy. The stronger the energy meant the event you watched happened recently. The longer the event goes unsolved, the less amount of energy you are able to connect with.

Something happened in that alley, but you dreaded going anywhere near it. However, this woman’s story was untold, and her spirit won’t rest unless someone tells it for her. Taking a deep breath, you looked at the busy street and suddenly remembered that you were in the middle of a city with a bustling amount of people around you.

Pushing past the crowd, you made your way to the alley until you were completely alone as the rest of the world left the single girl who was in the alley alone. There was one particular spot that drew you in, and you took a few steps towards it before getting another vision. The man jammed a knife into the woman’s abdomen, and you gasped when you felt her emotional pain. Being an empath is really hard work since you had more than yourself to worry about.

The woman dropped to the ground with a loud thud, and the man kept stabbing her over and over again until she was way past dead. Once he was satisfied, he took the murder weapon with him and fled the scene, running right past you to do it. It took everything in you to look away from his eyes despite your body telling you to do so.

The noise of the busy city drowned out the sound of a body thumping on the ground, and you crept to the area where she was stabbed. Instead of a body, there was a thick blue tarp covering the ground. It looked like a body was underneath it, but it could be trash. Please let it be trash. Please let it be trash. Picking up the end of the tarp with your gloved hand, you peeked underneath it to see wide soulless eyes staring at you.

The shock overwhelmed you, and you dropped the tarp in shock. Tears threatened to escape your eyes, but if it wasn’t for you, this woman probably would have never been found—or, at least, not right now. From what you could gather, the body was still fresh with only sight signs of decaying. If you called the police now, they might be able to find her killer.

Taking out your cellphone, you dialed 911 and put in an anonymous tip before getting the hell out of there. It didn’t take long for first responders to arrive on scene, and you watched from the deli across the street as they uncovered her. She was found because of you. She is going to get justice because of you.

That was all the evidence you needed to make your decision.

Taking out your phone once more, you called your dear and beloved friend. It took him three rings to pick up.

“Jason, it’s me, Y/N. I’ll take it.”

Gideon was sucked back into the BAU on a case after he needed to take some time for himself. He was involved with a bomber that took out one hostage and six agents, so you could understand why he requested for your help. He trusted you to aid this team in finding a killer, especially when he saw what you can do first-hand. It was hard to explain your abilities to someone who couldn’t possibly understand, but you knew you had to since he had a jet full of his other teammates.

It didn’t take long to get to the airport where the jet was waiting, and before you ascended the stairs, you could feel everyone’s emotions—impatient, curiosity, calmness, and eagerness. They were all waiting for you, and you needed to show them that you belonged on their team. Walking on the jet, all heads turned at the new presence. Gideon stood up and approached you with a welcoming smile on his face.

“It’s good to see you again,” he stated.

“Well, you needed me. Here I am,” you nodded, looking at everyone else on the jet.

The person you noticed first was what you assumed to be the second person in charge. He had almost black hair and a hard gaze since he didn’t really like newcomers. The next person was a black male who emitted impatience since he just wanted to get in the air. The last person was a scrawny young male which is where the curiosity was coming from.

“Y/N, this is my team. Agent Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, and Dr. Spencer Reid.”

“Spencer Reid?” you asked, and the young man perked up at the sound of his name. “Sorry, but I’ve read everything you have ever written especially Identifying Non-obvious Relationship Factors Using Cluster Weighted Modeling and Geographic Regression. You have a very intelligent mind.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, clearly impressed that you read his work.

“Guys, this is my good friend Y/N that I’ve asked to help us on this case.”

“Is she FBI?” Hotchner asked.

“Not exactly.”

“I am what’s known as an empathetic psychic. If ‘witch’ makes you sleep better at night, then call me that. I see things that most people are not able to see. I connect with people’s energies, especially the dead. Believe it or not, I see events that lead up to someone’s death due to the energy and the spirit they leave behind. The more recent the event, the stronger of a picture I get. It doesn’t always give me what I want, but it always provides me with what I need. I’ll be a valuable asset to this team.”

“I already approved it with the board. She has her firearm qualification and she passed the academy with flying colors,” Gideon sided with you.

“We need to get going. We’ll see how you do on this case,” Hotchner nodded.

With that, the plane was off. It wasn’t until the pilot let you know it was safe to move around the cabin that everyone start to talk about the case.

“His first victim was Melissa Kirsh—stab wounds and strangulation,” Spencer read from the file.

“Wait, wait. Back up. Back up,” Derek interrupted. “He stabbed her and then strangled her to finish her off?”

“Other way around,” Gideon cleared his throat before turning to you, the hopefully newest member of the team. “Why do you think he started using the belt with the second murder?”

“Strangulation with your bare hands is not as easy as one would believe,” you said, earning a few stares from the others. You knew it would take some time for them to get used to you, especially when they didn’t even know you. The fact that you’re with them is because you’re friends with Gideon. “He tried and probably found that it took too long so he stabbed her instead and realized it would be hours cleaning up the blood.”

“Next time, our boy's got a method—the belt,” Derek added.

“He's learning and perfecting his scenario. Becoming a better killer,” Gideon stated.

“So, Y/N, where did you learn about profiling?” Hotchner asked, taking a break from the case.

“I have a PhD in Criminal Justice with a sole focus on profiling. Another one in Psychology which better helps me connect with others. I thought Gideon told you all of this,” you asked, looking at your friend.

“How old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?” Spencer asked.

“Twenty-three. Well, I turn twenty-three in a few months.”

“Wow, I’m impressed. How did you get two PhD’s at your age?”

“How’d you get three at yours?”

“I’m a genius with an eidetic memory.”

“Yeah, well, I worked my ass off to get where I am so just know that you’re not letting just anyone on this jet with you. I’d be happy to prove myself to you guys. I’ve been doing it since I could read.”

“There’s a few more of us you still have to meet,” Hotchner stated.

“Lucky you, Reid,” Derek grinned. The young doctor stared at his friend in confusion. “You’re not the youngest one here anymore.”

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rawiswhore · 3 years

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Brian Pillman x Fem Reader- "I'm Gonna Shave You Close"

Despite that I type my fanfics in patterns, today I'm posting not one, but 2 fanfics, the next one will have Brian Pillman AND Scott Putski.

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During a time when wrestlers in the World Wrestling Federation were playing silly, childish, cartoonish characters such as plumbers, garbage men, hockey players, 70's teen heartthrobs, and evil dentists, a wrestler named Brian Pillman made his WWF debut in 1996, and he was a breath of fresh air.

He even for a while had a stint in ECW, which during the 90's, was the edgiest, most violent, boundary pushing wrestling company that was the opposite of other kid friendly wrestling companies, and ECW preceded the WWF's Attitude era.

In a time where, if a wrestler used profanity, a commentator would have to say "we apologize for that!" afterwards, and the WWF was mostly very kid friendly, Brian Pillman pulled a gun out on Stone Cold Steve Austin and the two of them began to brawl in the driveway of Brian's home, where Stone Cold tried beating Brian's head into a cinder block.

Brian shed his Flyin' Brian Pillman character he played; a mullet headed pretty boy, and in 1996, he'd play what he'll always be remembered for playing: an unpredictable, loose cannon nutcase with a personality somewhat similar to Ren the Chihuahua from "Ren and Stimpy" when he goes crazy.

Despite Brian not playing that mullet headed pretty boy he played in WCW during the early 90's, you think Brian in 1996 is a lot sexier that year than during his time as a heartthrob in WCW.

By the end of 1996, October of that year to be exact, when in your opinion that's when he looked his sexiest by far, you were snuggled up next to him in a bed in a motel room, the light switch turned on in the room.

You and Brian were stark naked, your clothes as well as his were scattered all over the floor.

You and Brian didn't have to get naked, but you do enjoy cuddling with him as well as others in the nude.

While you and Brian were lying together in this bed sharing a blanket, your finger was tracing over the facial hair over his top lip, his little moustache feeling like a fuzzy peach.

He grinned while you ran your finger over his facial hair, your eyes looked at him.

Despite that you were cuddling with him, you were trying not to press your weight on him since he had a car accident where he fell asleep at the wheel and ended up breaking his leg.

He actually almost lost his leg and probably couldn't have joined the WWF.

"I'm glad you joined the World Wrestling Federation" you confessed to him, running your finger horizontally down the side of his mouth and shifting it under his chin, where you ran your finger vertically across the hair under his chin.

He's one of the many sexy alumni in that company.

"Really?" he asked, his face lighting up and smiling. "Thanks!"

"You're welcome" you replied, smiling back at him. "I actually think you're way sexier now than when you were in WCW"

Brian's eyes got wide when he heard that, he slightly jumped back hearing that.

"I'm not drunk or high right now" you admitted. "I really do think you're sexy"

"I know you have a crush on me" he mentioned. "Thanks"

"No problem!" you chirped "Even though you do look pretty hot with this facial hair, I've thought of shaving it"

"Why?" he asked, his face now looking confused and puzzled.

"Not just to see what you look like without it" you admitted "But...your facial hair is a little bit of a distraction and kind of...makes me unattracted to you"

He nodded his head, understanding you.

"But I'm a wrestler, not a model" he said.

"I was about to say that" you said. "The facial hair fits with your unkempt look and how you play a nutcase"

"I was gonna say what you said!" he confessed. "We think alike"

"Great minds think alike!" you chirped, smiling while you said that.

You and he chuckled and giggled after you said that, the two of you smiling at each other.

"I'd love to shave your facial hair" you admitted after you stopped laughing, your other index finger tracing across Brian's moustache over his lip.

You said that since you definitely don't wanna shave his hair on top of his head, you love his hair.

Brian isn't sure what to say about you wanting to shave him.

He probably would love it if you shaved him, though he wants to keep his facial hair.

He isn't the only one you'd love to shave...

Leif Cassidy was starting to grow a handlebar moustache at the end of 1996 and still kept it in 1997 despite still being known as Leif Cassidy.

The Leif Cassidy character was meant to be a 70's teen heartthrob, I guess, and teen heartthrobs, males especially, are known for their nonthreatening, pretty boy looks.

Leif Cassidy with that handlebar moustache looked less like a teen heartthrob and more like a serial killer.

And since when do teen heartthrobs have moustaches, especially handlebar ones?

And Leif (as well as what he'd transition to: Al Snow) was one of the many wrestlers who looks terrible with facial hair.

(Fun fact: the man who played the Leif Cassidy character also played Al Snow, yeah, THAT Al Snow that carried a decapitated mannequin head)

Triple H looked like shit with that Lemmy from Motorhead moustache he had in the mid 2000's, so did Raven when he grew that handlebar moustache at the end of the year 2000, and even when Dean Ambrose became Jon Moxley again, although with shorter hair and a beard, he didn't look like that cutie pie you remember from the WWE and CZW.

Plus, Stevie Richards from ECW and WCW didn't look too good with that facial hair he had.

Granted, Al's handlebar moustache does make him look more like the lunatic he played, Triple H and AEW-era Jon Moxley look more manly wrestlers, you could probably even say Raven's handlebar moustache fits his grungy appearance, but Triple H, Al, Raven and Dean had/have such handsome faces under that facial hair.

Even Shawn Michaels looks way hotter without facial hair than with it.

Seth Rollins used to be even hotter when he was an indie wrestler with only some facial hair at the bottom of his chin.

CM Punk in my opinion looked his hottest in the late 2000's.

You even wonder what Test and Val Venis would look like without facial hair.

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idjitlili · 4 years

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Fili x reader

Summary:

Imagine being in one of the cells in Thranduils dungeon, only for fili to be put in the same cell.

Warnings: mention of parents potentially death( not confirmed) , slight nudity.

Word count:1952

Who were you exactly? You don’t really know, you weren’t from this world. As a child you loved pirates of the Caribbean, so much that when you turned 17 , your parents took you on a real pirate ship.

No pirates of course , and it actually sailed , it was great until something went wrong.

You could swim of course , how could you want to be on the waters without knowing how to . once the ship went down something dragged you by the leg , pulled you into the water , I guess like the kraken does. Anyways everything went black, and you woke up in a forest ,which you later found out was called Mirkwood.

You got surrounded by spiders , and I mean not house spiders but like cow sized. It was disgustANG. Yet you didn’t have to worry about the spiders for long , when a bunch of long haired dudes shot them dead ,with arrows. But you did worry about them after , they dragged you up asked you who you were, which they didn’t believe.

A blond man, with weird shaped ears , began to question you once you was on your feet.

“Who are you ,human?” He basically spat , disgusted.

“Uhh..y/n ma’am.” You had answered, slowly , confused to where you were and who these people were,where were your parents?

“You should not speak to the prince of Mirkwood like that.” A ginger women , spoke sharply, You hate her already , you had thought.

“The prince of where? Who are you people? Where are my parents?” You asked desperately.

“We are not people , we are elves mortal, how would we know where they were you are the one trespassing.” The blond elf that looked like Orlando bloom ,spat.

“Hey will turner , you tell me , I woke up here , last thing I remember was being in a sinking ship.”

“You are weeks away from the sea, you are lying.”

“I am not , now tell me where I am.” You shouted angrily.

“We are taking to you to the king now.”

You were then dragged away to king thranduil.

Let’s just say Thranduil is a cold hearted man , you ended up in a cell. So that leads you to present time.

Did I mention you dressed up as captain jack sparrow for the ship ride. Well yeah you did.

You sit against the stone wall , with your hat over your eyes, leaning on the bridge of your nose. Sleeping, that’s all you could really do in here. That was until the lock of you cell was unlocked ; you heard steps of heavy boots walk into the cell. Then the cell was locked again. You lift up your hat , to see this muscular blond man , with long locks , and braids in his Moustache. He was cute.

It was strange he was Put In a cell with you, you had noticed that men and women were separated,when put in cells. For obvious reasons, you decided the reason why he was put with you was because you had dressed like male pirate. Still confused you, your shirt was a v cut low like jacks they could see that you weren’t male. You weren’t a over weight male dude with man tits.

God You hope he wasn’t a rapist or a serial killer.

“Hey” you spoke quietly to the blond man, as he sat from the wall across from you.

“Hi, “ he replies back, looking you o v er.

“ are you a Corsair?” He asks after viewing your clothing.

You had no idea what they hell that was,

“ what’s that?”

“ a sea raider, my lady.” Oh so he knew you was a woman, it’s not that hard.

“Oh you mean a pirate. No I am not, I don’t even know where I am. You don’t have to call me my lady, it’s just y/n” he scrunches his face up with confusion, not b hearing the term pirate before.

“Alright..y/n. You are in Mirkwood, the land of the elves. I am fili.” He spoke confidently.

“I thought elves were made up , but then I saw their ears. I have never heard of Mirkwood before.”

“Where are you from then, I thought everyone knew of elves.” He suspected you were from far away.

“Y/c (your county) “ you spoke to fili.

“I have never heard of that, where about is that in middle earth.”

It was strange you had never met this man , and you were telling him these things freely, what about stranger danger. Well he’s not a stranger because you know his name.

“Middle earth? What are you on about. It’s just earth.” You had never been this confused in your whole life.

You go on to explain how you had ended up in Mirkwood forest , and they had just thrown you into a cell. Fili was very confused be assured you that he knew someone a wizard that would be able to help you. He also called Thranduil a cocksucker. He told you about Thranduils hatred for dwarves and you asked how he knew and it turns he was one. But he was tall so you never thought anything before then, you just thought he was human. He had even told you that he was travelling with a company and his uncle thorin was going to reclaim his throne , from a dragon or something. Which they had a hobbit for bugling.

“ so those clothes aren’t something you would normally wear?” He questions you cocking his left eyebrow up.

“Oh no , if I wore these all the time people would question my sanity.”

“ ooh well I like them. “ he smiles at you.

“Thank you sir fili, I like your Moustache braids.”

“Thank you miss y/n. Lets hope we get out of here.” He grins again, looking at the door briefly.

“Wait you are taking me with you?”

“Did you think I would get out and leave you who was wrongfully imprisoned.” He laughs.

“Thank you, I see that you are kind man ,sorry dwarf. “ before you can say anything more fili’s dwarven friends shouts begin.

Fili gets up to look , he turns back to you smirking , holding out a hand for you to take which you do and he pulls you to you feet. He was a strong dude that was sure. The cell clicks to infer it is unlocked by a even shorter man , that must be the hobbit , Bilbo. You and Fili walk out the cell, the hobbit looks at you confused.

“Fili , who is this?” He questions.

“Iy/n, uh I am not a sailor.” You speak to the hobbit and a rather strong man that stood next to him , he looked majestic. That must be his uncle.

“Thorin we must take her with us, she isn’t from this world I am sure of it. Please.”

Thorin scoffs, “how can you trust her?” Before you can say anything Bilbo says we must leave now. While you had run down the stairs , a dark haired dwarf had caught up with me and fili , who had ahold of my hand all the way down the stairs.

“Who is the this lovely lady, brother?” Ah yes filis brother what a charmer.

“Y/ n” you spoke , as you approached the wine cellar. Bilbo forced us to go to the barrels and to get into them.

“I am kili, Fili’s brother, at your service.” He replies bowing and grabbing your free hand bringing it up to his lips, kissing it softly.

You mock jack sparrows bow , after he let go of your hand. You smirk. Fili pulls you with him to a barrel, “do you want to share, I fear that we be in danger out there , once we leave.” You nod at his question.

“Kili will you help her in?”

Fili gets into the barrel at the top of the row, and kili lifts you so you are able to slide in the barrel as well.

“Thank you kili.” You smile at the dwarf. He smiles at you , and gets in his own barrel.

Without barely any warning Bilbo tells everyone to hold tight , and suddenly you are all thrown into a river. The water soaks you , you lift your hat off putting it in the barrel safely. You look around to see the Orlando elf and his ginger bitch friend following you, as well as these creatures, Fili called orcs. They were ugly.

“Fili hold my legs.” (Sorry I put that in the kili one too.) he does as yo u stand in between Filis legs , somehow.

Looking at the elves you speak loudly ,

“Remember this as the day as the day you almost caught captain Jack sparrow.” You smirk , placing two fingers straight to your head , and farewelling the elves.

Only to your surprise you are soaked with water when an dead orc falls into the water. Soaking your shirt, making your shirt very see through, however you didn’t notice this. The guards had taken your jacket away. Douchebags.

You sit back down, in the barrel waiting for you reach land. Too bad you thought damn , my bra is visible bye the v line so I’ll wear no bra. Sad mistake.

“I guess the water thing is what I get for being cocky.” You laugh, as does fili wrapping his arm around you to secure you.

Let’s just say , Kili does get shot because Fili lifts you into the air so you could reach the lever , opening the gate. Haha fuck that orc, we are smart.

Quickly you all reach shore and get out of the barrels, walking onto the shore.

“Well that was fun.” You speak suddenly In your waist coat and hat in hand.

“Uh miss y/n..” spoke kili , his face red, looks away from you , trying not embarrass you.

“Yes...?” You are beyond confused at this point.

You see fili walking up to , removing his coat,putting the coat on your shoulders,Pulling it around your front and doing up the middle button. He whispers in your ear “your shirt was wet, and see through.”

You now were beet red looking at the dwarf, “oh god, did everyone see?”You mentally curse yourself.

“no just kili , the rest were too busy emptying their boots.” You sigh I reveal stil haunting thoughts, that these men had seen your assets , no one had other than family and that was when you was younger.

“Thank you.” You smile at the shorter man.

“You are welcome, not that I didn’t like what I saw.” He smirks at you.

“Oh .. do you want to trade by any chance?”

He laughs at you,if only you knew what he was going to be doing in his free time next.

(Boy city boyyyyyss)

“ pleaseeeee , has your left nipple ever bled before , mine has! I accidently scratched it and it hurt for days.” He was now shocked at your words.

“Really?”

“Yes my dude.”

In lesss than minutes you are on the barge with fili he has hold of your hand resurringly, maybe you don’t want to go home. The chances of your parents of being alive was slim, but you had a chance of a life here, if you wanted you could dress up as a jack anyday.

Unknowingly to you that wouldn’t be the last time fili would see your mellons. You sure in hell don’t let azog take him away from you. He was one good piece of treasure. Not all treasure is silver and gold,mate.

#fili imagine #fili x you #fili x reader #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit fili #the hobbit imagine #the hobbit x you

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hybridfanfiction · 5 years

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Stay With Me - 1

Rabbit Hybrid Mark x Reader

Summary: After moving away from home, your car breaks down and you’re forced to travel through an unfamilar forest. You’re saved by a rabbit hybrid named Mark. The problem is, you don’t want to leave.

Word Count: 2,800

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Curse your stupid car. And curse yourself for always putting off getting it fixed. You had no idea what those flashing lights had meant before the poor thing died right in the middle of the night near a giant forest, like some horror movie. And to make things worse, your phone had long died and you’d left your charger at home. Well, not your home anymore.

You dropped your forehead onto the steering wheel and sighed, wondering where you went wrong in a past life for this to be happening to you. The only options left to you were spending the night in your freezing car or walking a couple of hours to get through the forest until you reached the town that you knew was near here.

Neither option was amazing, but at least if you started walking you’d spend less time in the cold than you would sticking around your car. Mind made up, you slid out and pulled on your jacket and a beanie. You locked the car, even though it seemed pointless since no one would want to steal the piece of crap. With a weary sigh, you walked through the trees, chattering your teeth as you held your jacket closer to you.

God, this was such a stupid decision, you thought to yourself as the darkness of the forest and various strange sounds started to get to you. You felt like you were just waiting for a serial killer to pop up at any moment.

After an hour of walking, you were wondering if you were going to die out here. You were freezing, tired, starving, and terribly scared. You had also realized some time back that without GPS, you really had no idea if you were going the right way. For all that you knew, you were going in circles, stuck in this creepy forest forever.

Just as you were considering sitting on a nearby log for a well-deserved break, you heard a rustling in a nearby bush. You held your breath, looking around frantically for something that could be used as a weapon. Suddenly, your leg caught on something and you heard a sickening crack as your ankle twisted wrong. You fell forward on your hands, scraping them on the ground.

With a light sob as the throbbing in your ankle finally registered, you realize you’re all alone in a forest with a now twisted or broken ankle. Did someone put a curse on you? What the hell was going on with this day? With this month even?

Your tears began to his the forest floor as you cried in earnest, everything finally getting the better of you. You just needed something to go right for once.

You’d nearly forgotten about the bush that had worried you earlier, but it had started rustling again. You watched through tears, just waiting for some wild cat to jump out and finish you off.

Something did jump out, but it most certainly wasn’t a cat.

First, a little nose popped out, sniffing the air. Then two of the longest pair of ears you’d ever seen. Finally, the rabbit hopped completely out of the bush, staring at you as his nose moved a mile a minute.

He was the biggest rabbit you’d ever seen, and you somewhat recalled seeing something on the internet once about Flemish rabbits. Flemish Giant Rabbits? Whatever they were called, this was most certainly one of them, although how one was all the way out here was a mystery. Maybe he was someone’s pet once but they released him once they realized how big he was getting. Messed up, but not surprising if that was it.

You sit up a little and use the log behind you to lean on, trying to gather the courage to move your leg a little bit. The rabbit seemed to have decided closer inspection was needed as he hopped a little nearer, staring at you for a few moments before he sniffed at your ankle. Smart little thing seemed to know what the problem was.

If nothing else, the big grey rabbit was proving to be a good distraction from your pain as you watched him inspect you and slowly move closer after every sniff. Before you knew it, he (or she? You weren’t about to check) sat up on its hind legs to sniff at your face - or more specifically - your tears. If you didn’t know better, you’d say the little guy was smart as hell, like human smart and knew that you were crying in pain.

Suddenly, the rabbit hopped away from you again until he reached his bush again. Only he looked behind him and hopped back over to you, then back to his bush. Like he wanted you to follow? So now this forest trip was making you delirious. Great.

You grit your teeth and pull yourself up, trying your best to walk without putting too much pressure on your injured ankle. If nothing else, maybe this creepy smart bunny will lead you to some water.

You moved agonizingly slow but eventually made it to where his giant bush was, and with a peek around it, you were surprised to find a small dirt trail. It wasn’t much, but perhaps it was a sign that there was some sort of human life out here. Hopefully, one that wouldn’t carve you up.

You walked the trail slowly, the big bunny rabbit hopping along in front of you and occasionally looking behind him like he was checking to make sure you were still there. Maybe the rabbit belonged to whoever owned the trail?

After walking for what felt like forever due to the pain you were in, the rabbit stopped in front of...a hobbit house?

There was no other way to explain it. From the outside, it appeared to be part of a hill covered with grass and flowers. But there was also a huge wooden door and a stone chimney, even a cute little window. The rabbit seemed to be watching you expectantly, so you knocked, not knowing what else to do.

You waited a few moments to see if Bilbo Baggins was going to scream at you to go away, but you were met with nothing but silence. Curiously, you pushed the door open and it swung free of its hinge easily. You peeked inside, and while dark and quiet at the moment, it was still warmer than it was outside.

“Hello? Anyone home?”

It seemed whoever this little hole in the ground belonged to was away at the moment, but just in case, you try once more.

“I’m not a robber, I promise. I think I have your rabbit here?”

Still nothing. As the ache in your ankle made its presence known, you decided to at least sit down somewhere and wait. Maybe whoever owned the place would understand you were injured and not shoot you. Or maybe they would and just put you out of your misery already. It was a little difficult to navigate in the dark, but you found yourself in a sort of living room and the feeling of the chair under your hand was plush and comfy. There was even a big blanket draped on it, and you took the liberty of happily wrapping it around yourself and sinking into the comfortable chair. You’d only be a few moments, you swore. You just needed a quick rest.

The smell of food was what woke you up. You hadn’t even planned on sleeping, but you guessed everything just caught up to you at once. You cracked your eyes open to find a steaming bowl of rice porridge in front of you. There was a fire crackling in the hearth, which explained why you felt so toasty finally. Your injured leg was also propped up on a footstool and wrapped with some sort of linen.

Apparently, the person that lived here finally showed up and not only didn’t kill you or kick you out, but patched you up and was feeding you as well. Perhaps your luck had finally turned after all. The little window outside showed it was still dark, so you couldn’t have been sleeping long. Perhaps an hour or two.

“Hello?”

You waited a few moments, but you were again met with silence. Perhaps they were just shy. You shrug and take a bite of the porridge, humming happily as your belly warms.

Suddenly you hear footsteps and set down your spoon, tensing. God only knew what could be walking around that corner.

Instead of the ogre or cackling witch you’d expected, a beautiful man walks towards you with a tea tray. He smiles happily when he meets your eyes, his smile adorably wide and toothy.

“Oh, good. You’re awake! I made this tea for you. It’s made with willowbark. It tastes horrible, but it’s good for dulling pain. I’m sure your ankle hurts a lot.”

Any response you could have made died when you finally noticed what was on top of his head. Ears. Not just any sort of ears, but giant grey rabbit ears. And when he turned to the side to set down the tray, a grey puffy rabbit tail poked out of a hole in his sweats.

A hybrid then. You’d never heard of any living in the wild before. You thought they were all just puppies and kittens made in a lab that went for a ridiculous amount to hang off the arm of some disgusting old rich person.

“Thank you,” you finally come to your senses enough to squeak out. “And thank you for last night. I’m guessing that was you.”

He nodded as he sat down in the chair opposite you, his ears flopping cutely along with his head.

“Yes. I was out foraging when I thought I smelled human. It was strange because we don’t usually get many of you out here. You got hurt and I couldn’t just leave you.”

“Thank you again,” you smile as he pours you a cup of tea. “My name is Y/N, by the way.”

“I’m Mark,” he grins, sliding the cup towards you.

“Are you out here alone?”

You take a sip of the tea and it really is bitter. You cringe and try to remind yourself that in the case of most medicine, the more horrible it tastes the better it works.

“Nope, not really. This burrow is all mine, but I have a bunch of brothers that live out here too.”

You glance up at him in surprise. “Did you make this place?”

He blushes but puffs his chest proudly. “Yep. All rabbit males do once they're ready to find a mate. They start to build their burrows. I’ve been working on mine for about six years now. I even have a few tunnels that connect to my brother’s homes.”

“That’s incredible, Mark. I’m so impressed. I can’t even build Ikea furniture without crying.”

He smiles shyly and nudges the porridge at you to remind you to eat. You shovel a few more bites in the please him.

“So what’s your mate like then? Are they going to be here soon?” You ask between bites.

Mark chuckles and shakes his head. “I don’t have one yet. I’ve heard there’s a rabbit colony somewhere east of here that I could go and look for someone, but I don’t know. It didn’t feel right. My mom always said my mate would show up when the time is right, and that I would know right away it was them. So I’ve been building and waiting.”

“That’s sweet,” you hum and take another sip of the horrible tea. “You’ll find someone. I’ve only known you for a few minutes and I can already tell you’re a catch. Look at everything you’ve done for me without knowing me at all.”

He blushes and stands up, taking your empty bowl and refilling your tea.

“I’ll be right back.”

You nod and watch him walk away, lounging back in your chair in contentment. What a sweetheart Mark was. You were warm, fed, and comfortable beside the horrible ache in your ankle. Although if his tea worked, that would go away soon too.

You might have dozed off a little bit, but Mark’s arrival promptly woke you back up. You smiled sleepily at him as he fussed over you, adjusting the blanket around your shoulders. Unfortunately, your body chose that moment to remind you of certain bodily functions.

“Um, Mark...where do you...uhh...you know?”

He stared at you in confusion until he noticed the way your body was starting to automatically do what you lovingly termed “the peepee dance.”

“OH. Of course. I’m so sorry. I’ll take you.”

And he really meant take you. He scooped you up and carried you bridal style through the house, leading you down a surprisingly impressive tunnel system full of rooms. When he reached the end, he opened one of the doors to reveal something you’d expect to see in a historical film.

“It’s nothing fancy, I’m afraid. Still, I did the best I could. It doesn’t smell bad and it all turns into compost. When you’re done, cover it with the sawdust I keep over here,” he explained, pointing everything out.

You shivered imagining having to go to the bathroom like this every day, but at least the papers or towels or whatever those were looked clean and easy to use. You suppose if you’re trying to live in the middle of the forest away from humans, things are bound to be difficult without plumbing and electricity.

You finish your business quickly and wash your hands in the basin left in there. When you open the door again, Mark is waiting a litte ways down the hall and rushes over once he sees you come out.

He scoops you back up again without a word and carries you back to your chair in front of the fire. Mark sits in the seat next to you, the silence as you both settle in comfortable instead of straining. You peek over, surprised by the sudden blush that heats up your cheeks as you observe him.

Despite the strangeness of the rabbit ears, he’s really a beautiful man. Enough that if he’d been human, there was no way he wouldn’t be a model or actor or something like that. He’s also incredibly kind, taking you in when you were hurt and lost and taking care of you without a single complaint. In fact, he’d never asked for anything, just fed you and even carried you around like it was his job.

You sigh and it seems to catch his attention as he glances over at you, a little worried furrow in his brows.

“You okay? Is your ankle really bad?”

“No,” you shake your head and smile reassuringly at him. “It’s achy, but it’s not horrible. I think it’s just twisted really bad, not broken, so at least there’s that.”

“If you need me to, I can get one of my brothers to come help me get you into town. I saw the doctor there once and he’s really nice. Didn’t seem to care that I was a hybrid.”

“I do need to get back to town eventually. And I need to collect my car. I don’t suppose you have one, do you?”

He shook his head, his ears folding over sadly. “I don’t, I’m sorry. But my brother Youngjae has a wagon. We could take you in that. It just would take a bit to get everything ready and it’s still the middle of the night right now. He’ll kill me if I wake him up.”

“There’s no rush, Mark. You should get a nap in too. You’ve been up taking care of me.”

He blushed and turned to look at the fire. “I don’t mind.”

You smile fondly and even sneak a little pat on his arm. A few moments later you’re fighting to stay awake when he stands up.

“Can I put you in an actual bed? There’s one right across from mine so I can hear if you need me.”

“Oh, a bed sounds wonderful, Mark. You are seriously an angel.”

He grins and once again scoops you up. You’re starting to get really comfortable with the sensation of being in his arms.

The bed he puts you in is huge, at least king-sized, and incredibly fluffy. The frame is huge and wooden, and you remind yourself to ask him if he built all this when you’re more capable of speech.

Mark covers you in several quilts and tucks them around you, petting your hair away from your forehead. You look up at him and smile sleepily.

“Thank you, Mark, for everything. Goodnight.”

He shuffles towards the door and you are nearly asleep when he mumbles, “Goodnight, Y/N. I’m so glad you’re finally here.”

#got7 #hybrid #hybrids #hybrid au #au #hybrid!got7 #hybrid!mark #hybrid fanfiction #mark tuan

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fortune-fool02 · 4 years

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Horse-Riding Lessons

Diego Brando x female reader

Requested by: @ymisiposts

Thank you for the request, I am really glad to write something for you after all the amazing scenarios you done for me. Please enjoy.

[Name] stood by the wooden fence, arms folded as she leaned on the fence lightly, watching as the horses grazed the lush green grass. Each horse was in perfect condition. Strong, resilient and majestic. Then again, Diego always took pride and care in the horses, especially Silver Bullet.

[Name], on the other hand, had little knowledge of these animals. She did hold a fascination for them when she was a child but that was lost when she was involved in an accident involving a horse. Ever since then, she kept a distance between her and horses. Until she met Diego. When she discovered his love for horses, she had tried to overcome her... fear of them but she couldn’t. It was as if there was an invisible barrier slammed between her and the horses, forcing her away from them.

“Odd place to find you.” She was snapped out of her thoughts at the familiar voice, Diego sliding up beside her and leaning against the fence. He was aware of her fear so to find her here, so close to horses, was a little strange. “What bring you by?” he asked her. [Name] glanced from the horses to Diego, uncertainty twisting her face as her thoughts battled somewhat.

“Diego, is it possible... you could teach me to.... ride one?” In honesty, Diego was not expecting that as an answer. Every time he has seen [Name] try and go near a horse, she would flinch at every movement, acting as though she was approaching a rapid wolf rather than a healthy horse. Diego couldn’t blame her, the trauma of an accident involving an animal often leaves its victims cautious and fearful of the animal.

“How come? Usually you want to keep away from them? Why do you wish to ride one if you’re afraid of them?” the golden haired male questioned, noticing the flicker in her eyes.

“I just... want to understand your passion and support you more.” Her answer struck Diego’s heart like an arrow. She was wanting to overcome her fear for him? He doesn’t believe anyone has wished to do such a thing for him, or even tried to do anything relatively nice for him. He nodded his head,

“Alright then, come on.” he said, pushing off the fence and walking through the gate beside him, holding it for [Name]. As she was about to cross over, his hand suddenly shot up, stopping her. He gave her a quick look before shaking his head, “We need to get some gear first.”

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Once they had gathered the gear -for both the horse and [Name]- the two returned back to the field. Diego had gone over the pieces of gear and their purpose and [Name] listened intently, genuinely interested in all this. Once they entered the field, Diego set the gear on the side and told [Name] to set the bucket of carrots down with it. With a carrot in hand, he used it like a pointer, pointing at the different gear parts and telling her to repeat its name and use.

That part she did easily. He wasn’t insulting her, this was how he had taught himself and so he used it on [Name] as well. Then came the part she feared, approaching the horse. Diego knew all the horses in this field, which ones were more anxious than others and which ones were bolder. He chose a chestnut coloured horse that had been grazing close by.

“Okay, when approaching a horse, avoid fast movement. Remain calm and assure the horse you’re not a threat or else it’ll either run or panic and attack.” he told her, standing by the side and watching. Close enough to intervene if necessary but away enough to let the horse focus on [Name] rather than him.

Ignoring the urge to flinch and retreat when the horse looked at her, [Name] took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. Remain calm and it won’t hurt you. Remain calm. She repeated Diego’s words over and over like a broken record until she was in front of the horse.

“Good. Now, you have to get acquainted with your horse.” Diego spoke, approaching her and the horse. “It’s always best to pet the horse to form a bond with him as well as call him by name. This one is Chestnut, as you could guess from his colour.” She nodded, not looking away from the horse but her hands refused to move from her side, frozen by fear.

Diego frowned slightly at this, almost tasting the fear that radiated from her despite her best attempts to ignore it. Gently, he took her by the wrist and manoeuvred her hand to the horse’s neck, her joint stiff as stone under his touch. He rested her hand against Chestnut’s neck, his hand guiding her to stroking it before removing his hand slowly. Her hand remained there, continuing to pet the horse.

“There you go. You’re doing it.” he reassured with a light smile, [Name] blinked a couple of times, realising that she was actually doing it. A small laugh escaped her. She was doing it! Diego walked off and grabbed the gear,

“Normally, I would tell you how to put the saddle on and let you do it but, seeing as you need to bond with the horse a bit more, I’ll sort that out.” he told her as he began to put the saddle on, “But next time, you’ll do it.”

“Okay.” [Name] was fine with that, this was what she wanted. To conquer her fear and understand Diego’s passion for these animals, and so far, it was working. As she continued to pet Chestnut, the horse’s nose nudged against her chest. Diego saw that and smiled, finishing up on the saddle and turning back to [Name].

“Now, it’s time to mount him.” The look she gave him could only be compared to her being locked in a room with a serial killer. Before she could speak, Diego held his hand up, “I’ll help you get up, if needed, and I’ll be by your side the entire time so don’t fret.” That eased her somewhat.

He motioned her to stand by the horse’s left side, “As tradition is, you always mount the horse from the left side, never the right.” [Name] looked at him, confusion on her face at that.

“How come?” she asked. She had heard of that a handful of times but never the reason why.

“It’s considered informal.” Oh, so that was why. “Now, grab hold of the handle of the saddle, “ she did that, “slip your left foot into the stirrup, pull yourself up and swing your leg over.” [Name] took a breath and did so, surprising herself as she was half-expecting to somehow end up flying over the horse and land face-first into the ground. Diego smiled at her, pleased to see how smoothly this was actually going.

“Good. Now there are three types of sitting postures but we’ll go for Hunter as it’s the easiest and simplest one.” the golden blonde male said, turning so he was acing the same direction as the horse and [Name] and mimicked as if he, himself, was on a horse.

“Sit with a straight back but lean forward slightly and hold the reigns in each hand.” [Name] picked the reigns up and held them in each hand then looked back at Diego, silently asking if she was holding them correctly. He nodded at her silent question, a smile lifting her lips at this.

If she was being honest, she was not expecting to have gotten this far in this short of time. Yet, with Diego by her side, she felt safe and relaxed despite being so close to the cause of her fear. Diego turned on his heel and whistled, Silver Bullet came trotting over to his rider -already saddled up- and Diego hopped on with one fluent movement.

“Now, to make the horse move to walk, you gently use the heel of your foot to nudge the horse’s side and pull back on the reigns to make him stop. Like so.” Diego demonstrated to her what he explained, stopping after a couple of steps and turning to her, waiting for her to join his side. Okay, she could do this. She has gotten this far, no turning back. [Name] looked down, seeing her hands begin to shake slightly, unpleasant memories of the accident attempting to spill into her mind like water from a tap.

No, this wasn’t last time. She won’t end up back in that hospital, she’ll be alright. With a surge of courage, she gently nudged Chestnut’s side and the horse obeyed, walking ahead. Taking a calm breath, [Name] waited until she was aligned with Diego before pulling the reigns gently, telling Chestnut to stop which he did.

“Congratulations [Name], you have just rode a horse for the first time in years.” There was something about the way [Name]’s face lit up when he said that that made his chest swell, sending a pleasant sensation around his body much like the feeling one gets when crossing the finish line first. And, to Diego, that feeling was rated highly with very little that can compare but this, seeing [Name] so happy, that was quite close to that feeling.

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Providence

Prompt: You kind of-sort of said you had a boyfriend and now you both are invited to a ‘couples only’ party and now you have to find a boyfriend ASAP

Pairing: Chen x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, poor dating history, a little bit of smut.

Word Count: 9,118

A/N: This was for a one-shot challenge. We had a really cool idea for a Valentines prompt but life decided to come in and drop multiple anvils on all of our progress. Life can be shit like that sometimes but at times like that you also have to step back and realise that the writing can wait. We made a group decision to kind of call off the challenge but still post if/when we finished. This is my contribution.

Anyway, let me know what you think - apparently I cannot write a short one-shot to save my life so here is an almost 10k present for you.

You only had yourself to blame for this. Why the fuck did you tell him you had a boyfriend? Did you enjoy suffering? How the hell were you supposed to find a boyfriend before the weekend?!

You were just so sick of feeling left out of social gatherings but Suho was all about couples parties… originally you thought it was a phase that would pass but six months later it was still invite only and you had to have a boyfriend or partner or significant other. The rules were that you couldn’t turn up alone or with a fuck buddy, not after that one time Baekhyun turned up with an escort just to piss Suho off. You still remember Baekhyun telling you that story and how Suho hadn’t invited him again for two whole months. That man was too concerned with how society perceived him and his perfect wife. He just didn’t understand how you could possibly have no time for dating and dismissed you every time you asked to come alone.

So you hadn’t seen him in six months. You still talked and still saw each other at work but you missed hanging out with your friend. You just wished he cared less about what everyone thought of him. One by one they’d all gotten girlfriends and wives and suddenly you were no longer the main woman in their lives. Gone were the days when you’d have to pretend to be their date, scorned ex, sister, or bitchy friend to save them from awful dates. Now none of them were ever free to do the same for you because it wouldn’t be proper.

At some point you gave up on dating. You just decided one day that you’d had enough of being disappointed by every so called suitor and weren’t going to participate in it any more. Your mother was distraught, but you were pretty sure it was more that she was upset that she couldn’t play matchmaker any more rather than any sort of concern for your wellbeing. What you would give to not have been born into high society with all of these convoluted rules and stigmas. You had to marry a career man of good stead from the right family. You had to mask and hide your feelings, always, because any sign of emotion was a sign of weakness. You had to have a good education and a good career but be willing to drop it all to get married and start a family then spend your days on committees. You could never not be seen in designer wear, what would the neighbours think? All of this superficial bullshit. You were done with it. There had to be more to life than this and if there wasn’t then what the hell was the point of anything? Why put up with all of this just to be a beige blip or boring in the grand scheme of things.

You craved excitement like that art student you dated in college who had a talent for body paint. Your mother haaaaated him and once he found out about your status he was done with you. You craved a person who could chill with you and be happy in just your company for days on end when the rest of the world became too overwhelming like that library assistant you dated for a couple of months until you found creepy poems everywhere and had to call it quits before you ended up the subject of a cold case study in a decades time. For some reason you always ended up with the weird guy who seemed great… until he wasn’t.

Your luck wasn’t any better when your mother set up the dates. There was the lawyer who always had to argue with you and spoke over the top of you, there was the medical student with the foot fetish, there was the personal trainer who didn’t believe in showers, the stock broker with anger management issues and a possessive streak, the list went on. Back in the day Suho, Baekhyun and the others would laugh with you about these jerks and give you hope for the future but now, now you couldn’t help but feel like they thought you were a lost cause since you were the only one left who was single. Maybe you were just destined to be forever alone like Chanyeol had once suggested.

***

“Are you sure it isn’t you that’s the problem?” He asked.

You paused as you brought your coffee up to your lips. “Wow. Thanks Kai. You’re a beacon of positivity you know that?”

Kai pressed on. “Think about it. You’ve been on countless dates and all of them, every single guy you’ve ever dated hasn’t been good enough. You’ve found a flaw in every single one. People have flaws, it’s normal. It’s not normal to have gone on like 50 dates in the past 2 years and still have nothing to show for it.”

“You couldn’t be more of a finance guy if you tried. I know people have flaws but don’t you dare try to tell me I should have just looked past Jason’s poetry thing.”

“Oh fuck no. That guy was a textbook serial killer in the making, you’re lucky you got away from that relatively unscathed.”

“Kai, they’ve all be terrible. I don’t know what to tell you… maybe the guy for me just isn’t in this universe. Maybe he was here but he died before I could meet him and now I’m alone forever.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“You’re lucky I like you Kai. Now are you going to help me get into one of Suho’s parties or have I just wasted a half hour at this overpriced cafe?”

Kai laughed and put his drink down. “Just go through your phone and find the least terrible guy you ever went out with and see if he’s up for playing along for a night. Suho will know if you just bring a guy you’ve never met before - it’s kind of how he caught Baekhyun out.”

“And here I was thinking it was because she was propositioning Sehun in the kitchen or when she told Xiumin her price list that really gave her away.” You deadpanned.

“You know what, you might be right.” He laughed and shook his head. “We are lucky he’s finally settled down, single Baekhyun was wild.”

You checked your phone and realised you had to be back at work in 20 minutes so you thanked Kai for brunch and headed back to your office.

***

Your phone was mocking you, you were sure of it. It felt like a stone in your hand ever since brunch with Kai. His words kept coming back to you but every time you opened your contact list and started scrolling you felt like the world’s biggest loser. What would you even say to any of these guys if you called? Hi I’m pathetic and still alone but please date me for one night so I can go to a party? Yes I know things didn’t work out between us in the past but what’s one night for old times sake? Ugh. You needed wine if you were going to stoop this low.

One hour and five glasses of wine later you were three quarters through your contact list and you had gained nothing. If anything you’d lost some dignity in the process but you’d also deleted about 10 numbers from your phone for good, ones that were disconnected or if the conversation felt too forced or if he was rude. You cursed Kai, so far this was a horrible walk down memory lane of your failed love life. What you saw in any of these men was beyond you. One conversation stood out so far - Lance. Lance was clearly a low point of your dating life, really the name said it all. Stereotypical frat boy, on the rowing team, thinks women are to be seen and never heard, thinks the ability to do a keg stand makes him a certified legend. Lance was more than happy to chat with you tonight, to catch up on old times and tell you all about himself and how well he was doing at the law firm he was a partner in. Not once did he ask about you. His response when you’d asked, through gritted teeth because you were certain you’d end up killing him on the way to the party, was “Cool, cool, look sweetcheeks I’d like nothing more than spend a night with you but I don’t do the whole date thing plus I haven’t seen you in years - you gotta send a guy some pics first. You should just come over later tonight, we can have a party of our own if you know what I mean.” You actually felt greasy after talking to him and never before had you deleted a number from your phone so quickly, because fuck ever talking to him again.

Sighing and pouring your sixth glass you settled into your couch and scrolled to the last three numbers. If none of these provided results you were back to square one. You glanced at the remaining names, remembering who they were and if they were worth calling. Taekyeon was a med student in college and you’d lived in the same dorm. He was actually a really good guy back then. You recalled that one time where you were so horrifically hungover after one bad night out and he’d somehow procured a drip and solution to hook up to you to rehydrate you as well as feed you painkillers and took care of you. He’d never asked for anything in return either. You dialled his number and waited as it rang.

“Hello?” A male voice answered.

“Hi, is this Taekyeon?” You asked.

“It is...who am I speaking with?” He responded hesitantly.

After you got past formalities and got to chatting you didn’t even bother bringing the proposition up. Instead you made up some lie about a project you were working on and needing to reconnect with your past. You were right, he was still a great guy. So great that he was a pediatrician, married and had two adorable children. It got you nowhere with needing a fake boyfriend for a night but it was wonderful to chat to him again after all this time and he seemed just as happy to chat with you. He promised to call again after he returned from a work conference so that he could invite you over for dinner to meet his wife and children.

“After all, I owe you for not letting me turn into one of those awful frat boys. You kept me in line so my morals never wavered.” You couldn’t really turn the guy down. Not when you could tell he was serious about having you meet his family and really, you were a little bit curious to see how he turned out.

“It was the least I could do, you were younger and more impressionable. I just didn’t want you to turn into a jerk, especially if I had to live next to you for four years. Don’t think of it as a selfless act!”

He laughed and the two of you continued chatting for a bit before saying your goodbyes and promising to speak again soon. With a smile you moved down to the next name, Wonsik. Wonsik...Wonsik… who the hell was he? You racked your brain to try and pull up some detail that would enlighten you as to who this guy was. Was he that forgettable? Or is he just some random dude? You sat for what felt like hours trying to work out who he might be but in the end you took a big sip of wine, threw caution to the wind and dialled. As you waited for the mystery man to answer his phone you continued to mull over the name in your mind.

“Heeeey! It’s been so long since we last spoke. How have you been?!” a bright and cheerful voice greeted you from the other end of the phone line. Who the hell IS this guy? Why does he seem to know me...that would mean my name is saved in his phone. So we must have met in the last year.

“Hi! I know it’d been ages. I’ve just been so busy. What have you been up to?” You decided to play along like you remembered who he was to see if he’d give away any clues that might jog your memory.

“Oh you know, same as usual - museum stuff. Preparing the newest exhibition which has been taking up all of my time. Honestly the hoops you have to jump through to have artifacts leant to a museum is just mind boggling. Anyway please, tell me what you’ve been up to. I had honestly given up on hearing from you again.”

No. no no no no no. You remembered him now. Eight months ago you had a weak moment and joined Tinder. This guy had matched well with you so you’d chatted and organised a date. He seemed nice enough, he still did now, but you remembered getting the strangest vibe from him during that date. Something about him made you feel unsafe and you just wanted to be as far away from him as possible the whole time you were on your date. Being a smart woman you’d told a few friends about the date and teed them up to contact you an hour in to check on you, providing a believable reason to end the date early if you needed to. You did this with any date you went on but this was the only time you’d used it.

“Oh just the same, work and more work. I’m sorry if I bothered you, I’ve just been going through my phone checking all of the numbers in here - it’s been playing up lately. So this call was just to confirm that it’s still you. I wish I could chat longer but I really do have to go.”

“Yep, still me! Ah well hopefully we can meet up again one day and finish that date. It was such a nice surprise to see your name come up.”

You made loose promises to talk again sometime and hung up. Instead of deleting you made a note in his contact information - Tinder date - so that you would remember not to ever call or answer his calls, deleting his number could mean that you’d answer him and be stuck talking to him again and you really didn’t want to be caught off guard like that.

The final name stared at you. You knew this name and you had a sinking feeling about it. You used to work for Yesung as an intern. He was only a few years older than you and he was handsome. The two of you had dabbled in an office fling. It had been hot and heavy but it was short lived since both of you desired your careers more than each other. You both knew it was only lust and proximity that kept causing you to end up in compromising positions so you’d put a stop to it after one too many close calls. He was a nice enough guy but he was a workaholic so you weren’t sure if he’d be down to play pretend with you for an evening.

You put the phone down and made your way back to the kitchen to pour another glass of wine only to find the bottle empty. Had you had six glasses already? It was probably a sign to stop drinking for the night before you regretted it the next day. The storm outside intensified as rain pelted against the windows. If I’m making this call I need to do it before the thunderstorm starts. You grabbed a bottle of water from your fridge and headed back to the couch. You unlocked your phone and your thumb hovered over the dial button. Fuck it. You thought as you pressed his number. It rang and rang and rang until you were sure it would go to voicemail but at the last second a voice answered.

“Hello?” a warm voice greeted you from the other end of the line. It wasn’t how you remembered Yesung’s voice but it had been a few years so you weren’t sure.

“Hi, is this Yesung?” You asked tentatively.

“Oh, sorry. No this used to be his phone, it hasn’t been for years though. Was it personal or business?” The voice answered. Dammit. I called everyone and came up empty handed.

“A bit of both really.” You lied. You were feeling a little pathetic now but your manners meant that you would continue this conversation until it was polite to end it.

“Maybe I can help with the business part. I work with him now.” You thought this voice sounded younger than Yesung. Maybe he was his new intern? You didn’t really care. His voice was nice though and after a bottle of wine the warmth in his voice made you feel a little less pathetic.

“Oh uh, I don’t think you can. It was more a proposition. I used to work for Yesung.” You replied. If he’s not an ass he’ll ask more questions.

“Hmmm why not just tell me it’s a personal call then?” He chuckled.

He had a point. Why lie? “I don’t know, it’s late and I might have had some wine but I also don’t know who you are. Why should I give you a proper answer?”

He laughed. “Yeah, coz that makes total sense.”

“Oh shut up.” You snapped.

“Do I know you?” He asked. Surely he didn’t? Did he?

“Why? Don’t many people tell you to shut up?” You quipped.

“Ha. No, your voice sounds familiar. I can’t place it though. You said you used to work to Yesung though right?” He wasn’t letting this drop, he must actually think he knew you.

“Mmmhmm” You were unsure how much you wanted to divulge to a complete stranger. For all you knew he was just playing with you.

“When did you work for him?”

“A few years ago.” It was a vague enough answer that he shouldn’t be able to get much out of it.

“As…?” He pressed.

“I was an intern.”

“Oooh! I DO know you!” He sounded excited on the other end of the call.

“Well, can you enlighten me? Because I’m drawing a blank here.” You exclaimed, confused at how the hell he’d seemingly worked out who you were, or that he knew you.

“Ah wae! I’m not sure if I should be offended that you don’t remember me just by my voice.” He feigned offence at your lack of memory. The whiny complaining he did triggered something in your memory but.. It couldn’t be… could it?

“Wait...Chen?” A handful of you used to go to karaoke rooms after work on Fridays and Chen was the guy with the voice of an angel. You had no idea why he wasn’t a professional singer but you could have sat and listened to him sing for hours. Surely this wasn’t him? Chen was always argumentative and loud at work, not this soft spoken voice you were currently talking to.

“Ah, you do remember me. I’m flattered.How have you been?” Now that you knew it was him you couldn’t work out how it hadn’t clicked earlier. That voice, that warm and inviting and vexing voice.

“Good I guess.” You answered softly. You weren’t really expecting that question from him. You had been mentally preparing yourself to deflect the ‘why did you call’ question that would inevitably be brought up again.

“So good that you’re calling your old boss’ phone on a weeknight at 11pm? What’s going on?” Damn. Apparently you weren’t going to evade this question any longer.

“Uh. Don’t worry about it.” You mumbled. There was no way you were telling Chen why you rang. He was a smartass and a tease if you remembered correctly and as nice as his voice was, you wouldn’t enjoy it if he was making fun of you.

“If you don’t tell me I’m just going to assume it was a booty call & I’ll be sure to tell him all about it tomorrow.” He teased.

“You wouldn’t!” You exclaimed. It had been too many years for you to know for sure if he was bluffing or not.

“Wouldn’t I? I can even give him your number and I’m sure you remember how he is when his ego is inflated by pretty women.” He teased.

“Oh I remember now. I hate you.”

Chen couldn’t speak because he was laughing so hard at you. Eventually he pulled himself together enough to speak “Then tell me why you rang and avoid this fate.”

“You’ll only make fun of me so either way it’s a bad result for me.” You whined.

“Either I can make fun of you or Yesung can call you expecting you to offer up sex… your choice. I know what I’d pick but hey… maybe you were just after a booty call. Maybe I’m doing you a favour by handing Yesung your number… You can thank me later. Send a gift basket or something.”

You nearly choked on the water you were drinking when he’d spoken. “Oh my god. I needed a date ok? It wasn’t a booty call. Jesus Chen.”

“You needed a date & Yesung was who you called? There has to be more to this. Come on, make my night interesting and tell me.” He egged you on. Something in his voice, something in the way he spoke made you want to tell him more but you weren’t giving it up for nothing. If you were about to tell Chen how desperate you were then he was going to have to offer something in return.

“What do I get in return for telling you? I’m not drunk enough to just drop it on you and the shred of dignity I have left isn’t going easily.”

“I… promise I won’t laugh at you or judge you.” He replied.

“You’ve already done both of those things!” You exclaimed. No way were you letting him lowball you like that.

“Fine. I’ll sing for you. Is that a better offer?”

“Actually yes, it is.” You reluctantly launched into your tale of why you were calling Yesung and why you needed a date. You tried to brush over the part where you were, for lack of a better phrase, forever alone and kept it as simple as possible. True to his word he didn’t laugh but he did remain silent for a painfully long stretch of time before he spoke again.

“I cannot believe I promised you I wouldn’t laugh. You’re not kidding are you?” He said, his voice trembling as he tried to keep his promise.

“Nope. This is my life.”

“Fuck me. Firstly, let me say that your friend sounds like a dick. What kind of jerk only holds couples parties? I might not know you that well but I know you shouldn’t be spending your night calling every guy in your phone just to see if you can convince them to pretend to be your boyfriend for a night. No offence but it kind of makes you look crazy. Secondly, is your contacts list that sad that you got all the way down to Yesung’s name and still hadn’t found anyone who would do this for you?”

“It’s the last name on the list. Correct me if I’m wrong but didn’t you promise not to judge me Chen?” You chided.

“Not judging you, just your choices. Anyway, that brings me to my third point. I’ll do it. I know you weren’t expecting to talk to me tonight or anything but this whole thing is too amusing to not want to be a part of it. So if you are still in need, which I’m pretty sure you are, I’ll fill the role.” You were sure you’d heard wrong, there was no way Chen had just solved your problem. Surely not. You must have lost your mind or only heard what you wanted to hear because you could have sworn he said he’d do it.

“What? Seriously? You’ll do it? Chen, you have no idea how much you’d be helping me out!” You practically beamed down the line. He had to hear the sudden uplift in your tone and pitch. You’d honestly thought when Yesung didn’t answer, well actually even before that, that you would be back to square one and still alone. Suddenly there was a light at the end of the tunnel. You had plans for this party, plans to tell Suho exactly what you thought of his couples only crap at some point of the night but you’d play along until the perfect moment then throw it in his face. Was it petty? A little. Was it deserved? You thought so. How could he still call himself your friend if he organised events and wouldn’t let you attend on your own?

“I never said I’d do it for free, but we can discuss my price later. I think we should meet up for coffee tomorrow to reconnect and get some facts straight. If we’re going to fake date we need fake dating history.”

***

You stop outside of the cafe entrance and internally debate for what has to be the eighth time since hanging up the phone last night whether or not this is a horrible idea. What if you went inside and he never turned up? How would you handle rejection from a fake boyfriend? What if he was in there but he mocked you or judged you for your forever alone status? What if he thought you were pathetic? For the eighth time you reminded yourself that he suggested this meeting after he agreed to be your fake boyfriend. He’d been so amused at your inability to find someone but also so pissed that your choice of friends sucked that badly that you needed a fake boyfriend in order to hang out with them. He’d texted you a time and a place after you hung up last night so you steeled your nerves and pushed the door open.

Once you were inside you looked around, searching for him. A hand waved from the back left corner and beckoned you over. You started walking towards him and relaxed when you saw his smiling face. “Good, I was starting to think you’d chickened out on the whole thing.” He exclaimed when you slid into the seat across from him.

“Why a booth in the back corner Chen?” You asked. The cafe wasn’t that busy that he had to choose the seats furthest away from any of the other customers.

He shrugged. “I wasn’t sure how comfortable we’d be discussing the semantics of our fake relationship so I opted for some privacy.” He pointed to his hot chocolate. “Please, order something to drink or a snack, it’s on me.”

You wait for the waitress to appear then order an iced chocolate. You and Chen make small talk until the waitress returns with your drink, then he gets straight into it. “I think we should incorporate our real history into this fake backstory, it makes it easier to lie when half of the lie is truth.”

“It won’t make it weird?” You ask.

“Not at all.” He responds, taking a sip from his hot chocolate. “Hear me out. We met a few years ago through work. You were an intern and I was an office lackey. We had the same boss and on Friday nights after work a group of us would all go out for drinks and karaoke. The two of us hung out and got to know each other. We became friendly but we were both off limits, I had a girlfriend and you were kind of seeing someone. We remained friends until you finished your internship and left, losing contact with each other until about a month ago.” He paused while you processed the story so far. So far it wasn’t fake, it was just exactly your history with Chen. You weren’t really sure where he was headed with it but you were curious.

“What happened last month?” You asked.

A slight smile formed on his face, knowing he’d reeled you in so far. “A month ago you had one of the worst blind dates of your life. I’m talking the guy was drunk and lewd to the point where you told him you were going to use the restroom but instead left the restaurant and went to the bar down the road. You were sitting at the bar quietly having a few drinks to try and wash the evening away when we ran into each other. We got to talking and caught up on each others lives - me getting promoted to junior partner, having my fiance cheat on me and you having a string of bad luck with love but success with your career. We kept drinking and chatting and once we realised that we were both single, flirting. One thing led to another and you let me get you home. I left your doorstep with the promise of a date and a month later we’re still dating.” He sat back and waited for you to chip in with your two cents on his story. It was good, almost too good actually. For one thing, you could definitely retell that blind date because you’d been on one like that. The rest was plausible and enough that not too many questions would be asked.

“It’s good.” You eat a spoonful of cream from the top of your iced chocolate. “I think that’ll work well actually. The truth thing does make it a lot easier, honestly I hadn’t thought of it from this perspective. Plus I’ve been on that horrible date so that won’t be a stretch of the imagination should anyone want details.”

Chen’s eyes widened. “Seriously? You’ve been on a date that bad?”

You laughed defeatedly. “You have no idea.”

“Wow. I thought I’d concocted a date so bad that no one would want to know more but I didn’t think anyone actually had dates that bad. What kind of- nevermind. We’re getting off topic. Are you happy with the backstory?”

You nod and continue to spoon the cream off your drink. “I like it. Honestly I had no idea what we were going to tell them if they asked but of all the options I thought up last night, none of them are as simple and realistic as yours. Way to choose the most believable one” You smile and laugh to yourself.

The two of you keep chatting and catching up on each others lives. A lot had happened to both of you since you’d lost contact. You’d forgotten how easygoing and warm Chen was. Hanging out with him brightened your day and you hadn’t realised how much you’d missed this feeling. He can’t contain his laughter as you enlighten him with your failed dating history. At one point he is in tears from laughing so hard after hearing about a particularly bad date with the non showering personal trainer and he begged you to stop talking. You swapped the conversation to find out more about him, pressing to see if the whole fiance and being cheated on thing was true and you were appalled to find out that it was.

It was the aforementioned girlfriend from when you worked together. He’d fallen head over heels for her and after a year and a half of dating they were engaged. Chen had never been happier, he was progressing in his career and he had the love of his life by his side. Sadly it turned out that the love of his life was a manipulative bitch who had been using him. He’d noticed something was off when she accused him of stealing her phone. He went to talk to a friend about her behaviour but as he spoke he realised more and more things she’d done to him. He was so in love with her that he hadn’t noticed her toxic behaviour but now there was no going back. He’d arrived home early from an out of town business trip and went home to surprise her only to arrive home to something that shattered his heart. It’s one thing to know that someone is manipulative, it’s another to see just how little you mean to them in person.

She was in his apartment fucking not one, but two guys in their bed. Once the men saw him they hightailed it out of there, not wanting to be a part of whatever conversation happened next. She didn’t even try to apologise. No, she tried to turn it back around and make it his fault that she cheated. He was so heartbroken and disgusted that he simply told her she had 3 hours to pack all of her shit, return her keys and get out of his life for good then turned around and left the building.

You were so mad for him at the end of his story that you didn’t notice the tear escape your eye until he reached forward and caught it on your cheek. You flinched at his touch which didn’t escape his notice. “Hey, don’t get worked up over it. I’m past it and I’m much stronger and self reliant now. I’m also a much better judge of character than I once was so out of all of that pain some good occurred too.” He smiled gently at you. “What worries me now is that you flinched when I touched you, and you’ve done the opposite of what a girlfriend should do every time I’ve touched you or looked into your eyes since we started chatting. You’re too tense.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise we were acting from now Chen. Here I was thinking we were just catching up as friends.”

He chuckled. “We are but I figured I’d test how you responded to me touching you. You do know that for this whole thing to be believable you have to act natural when I invade your personal space. We’re supposed to have been dating for a month now and if you flinch at any point and someone notices then we’re done for.”

He got up and moved to the other side of the booth, sliding in next to you. What the hell was he doing? Why was he so close all of a sudden? Was he always this handsome? You shook your head and looked at him with a confused expression on your face. “Chen what are you doing?”

He cocked his head as though you should already know the answer to your question but when you made no attempt at speaking again he sighed and filled you in. “We are going to sit here and chat until you act natural with me being so close to you, with me looking into your eyes, with me touching you. If we can’t master this then there’s no point in going through with it.”

You furrow your brow and ask. “So...we’re acting like we’re a couple now?”

He nods, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Yep. A smitten couple. One month in you’re still clinging to each other, still completely absorbed in one another, inseparable. So if you want to pull this lie off, you need to get comfortable with me.”

So you sit there, incredibly close to Chen and continue chatting. Now that there wasn’t a table separating the two of you he’s even more disarming. You knew he was handsome having sat in a karaoke bar and stared at him on more than one occasion but that was when he floored you with his voice, after that you really looked at him and noticed the handsome man that lay beneath his bright and joking demeanour. You’d never been this close to him before though. He’d swiveled you so that you were facing him and pulled you closer to him. His hand rested on your thigh while the other alternated between playing with your fingers, holding your hand and brushing your hair off your face. His touch was somehow gentle and firm at the same time and his hands were warm, you could still feel where he touched you after his hand had moved away.

Maintaining eye contact was the difficult part. His deep brown eyes told you more than his words did and you were afraid you’d see pity in them if you stared for too long. The last thing you wanted was his pity, you knew you were pathetic and he’d been doing a wonderful job at making you forget how pathetic you were but you couldn’t help that niggling voice from returning to tell you that he was only doing this whole fake boyfriend thing because it amused him.

Every time you broke eye contact he’d squeeze your thigh or lift your head back up to look at him before starting again. He leant forward and whispered in your ear at one point. “The sooner you stop averting your gaze, the sooner you can go home and get ready for this party. If you can’t do it then I guess our deal is off which would be a shame since we’ve put in at least two hours of work at this point.” When he leant back you saw the smirk on his face and you steeled your resolve. You could do this. You could hold eye contact and withstand his touches and act like a smitten couple and you would do it to prove to him that you could.

The next time you break eye contact it’s not because of fear of judgement or pity. It’s because you felt something. Something about his gaze and his touches had made you feel too hot. You’d felt exposed and you wanted to run away or throw yourself at him and you were embarrassed. “Ah wae! You were doing so well!” He exclaimed and you tried to brush it off as nothing. He made you repeat the task again until you were able to hold eye contact the entire time. You were certain that you’d gone a shade of pink or red by the time you passed Chen’s tests but if you were he said nothing.

His eyes and touches made you feel warm and on edge and you were trying your hardest to keep yourself together but you kept noticing his gaze, his inviting lips, his arms, his legs, his touch and you were going a little insane. Did he sense it too? Or was he just playing his role? You had no idea but you needed to leave this cafe soon before you made a fool of yourself. “Chen, thank you for helping me. I still don’t know why you’re helping me but I’m choosing just to go with it at this point. I need to get back to work so I can leave on time to get ready for this party.” He checks his watch and lets you know he should be getting back too. He pays for your drink and snack then heads back to work & tells you he’ll pick you up at 7 at your place so the two of you can go over the plan once more. He smiles and gives you a quick hug before leaving.

***

Quit acting like a moron and get ready. It’s fake so of course he was acting sweet and endearing, it’s his role, nothing more. Ever since you’d left the cafe you’d been feeling strange. It had felt like you’d seen him, really seen him, for the first time and it was having an effect on you. You kept thinking about him, about his warm eyes, his mischievous lips, his charming words and his proximity to you. Every small touch he made seared into your skin, every gesture, every glance, it all felt too intimate and it was driving you crazy. You hadn’t counted on your emotions not realising that he was only acting that way because of the arrangement the two of you had. He’d been right, if you hadn’t spent the extra time getting comfortable being so close and touchy with each other then tonight would be a bust. Apparently your brain had decided to ignore the arrangement and instead focused on how his touches made you feel and how he smelled, the way his arms flexed when he moved, they way he looked at you. It clouded your vision and you felt too hot and overwhelmed. You’d been glad to leave the cafe before you did anything stupid and the fresh air was a welcome change to the encompassing tension of everything Chen you were now experiencing.

You stared in the mirror as you evaluated your outfit. The dress you chose was cute, a retro 50’s style pin up dress so it showed just enough cleavage, nipped in at your waist then poofed out into a full skirt. The couples party had a retro theme and the dress coupled with flawless make up and rockabilly hairstyle made you fit the part perfectly. You had no idea what Chen was going to wear but he told you he had it covered and you were willing to believe him. You kept trying to remind yourself not to read into anything tonight and not to let your emotions take over because you were going to pretend to be smitten with this guy and you had the slightest fear that you would feel sad and alone after he dropped you home tonight. You needed to go through with it though. If this was the only way you got to give Suho and your friends a piece of your mind about how unfair and terrible they were as friends then so be it.

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. You make your way to your front door and open it. You had spent a decent amount of time trying to guess what Chen would wear tonight and for some reason you’d kept landing on suit as the option but you were wrong. Standing in front of you was temptation. He was dressed in blue jeans, a white v-neck tee and a black leather jacket. He’d gelled his hair back and looked like he’d stepped out of Grease or Crybaby. You sent a silent curse to the universe because he looked so good that it wasn’t fair. The suffocating tension that you felt earlier returned tenfold and you could do little more than stare at him.

His mouth quirked up into a smirk as he watched you stare at him unabashedly. He leant against your doorframe and watched as you tried to compose yourself. It gave him plenty of time to stare at you. “Hi doll.”

The only words you could get out were “How dare you.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you encouraging you to elaborate. “How dare I what?”

“How dare you turn up looking like this. You know it’s rude to look better than your date don’t you?”

He chuckles and very obviously gives you a once over. “Clearly you haven’t looked in the mirror because you, you look amazing.” You looked beautiful, more than beautiful, incredible. And sexy. Something he was not prepared for. He was prepared for cute and for pretty but not for the bombshell standing before him.

As his eyes raked over you you felt yourself heating up. “So, uh… are you gonna let me in or are we conducting this discussion purely in the doorway? I don’t mind either way but I’d like to know so I can get comfortable if you aren’t letting me in.” His words brought you back to reality and you finally remembered your manners. You stepped aside and let him enter the room.

As you closed the door his hand grabbed you, spinning you around and pulling you into an embrace. You were glad he couldn’t see the blush forming on your face. “So, how did we meet?”

He was testing you again. You tried to remind your brain of this fact but it was no use, it was giving in to the feeling of having Chen pressed against you and part of you couldn’t blame it...it was a damn nice feeling. But it wasn’t real. “We met a few years ago through work when I was an intern.” you responded, running your hands along his firm arms.

He rubs circles into your hips with his thumbs. “How long have we been dating?”

You rested your head in the crook of his neck as you replied, your body betraying you as you tried to get closer to him. “Just over a month now.”

He lowered his head and whispered in your ear. “Why are we only dating now?”

The feel of his hands roaming over you was making you light headed as you tried to concentrate on answering him. “W-we were both seeing other people at the time so we were only ever friends. We ran into each other a month ago and hit it off. The rest is history.”

“Now this if more like it, you aren’t awkward at our proximity. I can officially say that you stand a chance of fooling these ‘friends’ of yours tonight.” He detached himself from you and stepped back, smiling down at you.

See, it’s an act. He’s just putting on an act. He isn’t feeling what you’re feeling. Why would he? Your subconscious, ever the downer, decides to rear its head and berate you with negative thoughts. It usually waited until after the date before it ruthlessly came for you but it was determined to make an early start tonight.

You forced a smile and hoped that Chen didn’t notice it. “Then your method of teaching was a success.”

He stepped forward, cupping your face in his hands, his eyes laced with concern. “Are you ok?”

Apparently he did notice the shift in your demeanour. You tried to nod which must have looked ridiculous since his hands hadn’t left your face. “I’m good, just nervous. I promise.”

He didn’t move away. He stayed there, hands holding your face as his eyes darted to assess if you were being truthful or not. His gaze didn’t meet your eyes as he spoke quietly, voice lower than it had been moments ago. “You know, there is one thing we haven’t covered off on.”

“What’s that?” You whispered.

“Where we had our first kiss.” His eyes lifted to look you in the eyes now as he tried to gauge your reaction.

You didn’t miss the way he licked his lips or the way his eyes kept dropping to stare at your mouth. Your brain was a mess and couldn’t work out if this was another test or if he was flirting with you now. All you knew in that moment was that you really wanted him to kiss you. “I, well, wouldn’t it be a month ago when you walked me home. We would have kissed on my door stop before you, ever the gentleman, took your leave.” You let your eyes fall to his lips, they looked soft and inviting and you really wanted to know what they’d feel like, what he’d taste like. Would his kiss be soft or would it be demanding?

“Oh, did you think I was a gentleman?” He moved his hand to push a strand of your hair back behind your ear and your breath hitched. He stilled and searched your eyes for any sign that he should stop and he found none. “Fuck it.” he breathed before closing the distance between the two of you and pressed his lips against yours.

For a moment you couldn’t do anything except stand there but then your body seemed to remember how to react and you reciprocated, kissing him back with fervour. He help you against him as your mouths moved and your kiss deepend. His lips were incredibly soft and skilled, which you silently thanked the universe for, and you could barely get enough of them.

The two of you parted only to catch your breaths as he pressed his forehead against yours. “Sorry if I overstepped a boundary or something but I’ve been wanting to do that for hours.”

“Don’t you dare apologise Chen.” His eyes widened as you pulled his face back down to yours and kissed his again, your tongue flicking against his as he walked you backwards until you were pressed against the wall. You could barely remember how to breathe as he peppered kisses along your jaw and neck before returning to your mouth and drawing your bottom lip between his teeth, causing you to moan.

Things only escalated from there, clothes were hastily stripped from your bodies as you made your way down the hall to your bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded garments in your wake, only breaking contact to lift his shirt over his head. Your kisses became more urgent and passionate as he pushed you down onto the bed.

The only word you have to describe the sex is ravaging. As you lie next to him, both of you panting trying to catch your breaths and have your heart rates return to normal you replay the events that just occurred. He’d pushed you down onto the bed and positioned himself at the end of the bed with his head between your legs. You’d tried to close your legs out of embarrassment but he held them open, telling you that you looked beautiful like this, all spread out just for him. He nipped, sucked and licked until you were a writhing mess begging for him to let you cum. He led you to the edge of your release repeatedly but backed off right before it hit you. “Do you want to cum doll? Maybe you should show me just how much you want me to let you cum.”

He stood at the end of the bed as you knelt on it and took his length into your mouth, working him over with vigour and need. He’d hissed and moaned when you took all of him in your mouth and moaned, telling you just how well you sucked cock. He didn’t let you finish him off. He pushed you back onto your back and pinned your hands above your head before entering you in one thrust. You’d cried out at the stretch and he’d stilled as you adjusted to him. When he started moving again you saw stars. He would alternate between rolling his hips and relentlessly pounding into you and soon enough you were screaming his name and begging for him to let you cum. This time he complied, chasing his own release shortly after yours crashed over you.

You giggled and he turned his head to look at you. “We’re going to be late now.” He laughed and pulled you against him to snuggle.

***

The party was more or less a success. You had turned up with Chen on your arm and hung out with your friends. It was almost too easy to forget why you were pissed with them when you were enjoying catching up on their lives and they were so engaged with yours but you didn’t forget.

When Suho came up to tell you how glad he was that Chen had come into your life so that you weren’t sad and alone any more you snapped. You told him in no uncertain terms that if it took having a boyfriend for him to want to catch up with you then he could shove his friendship up his ass because you deserved better. You didn’t hold back - you told him how upset you had been when all you wanted to do was hang out with your friends but you were rejected time and time again because you were alone. You told him how worthless he made you feel and how he should be ashamed of how he’d acted.

The party fell silent as everyone stood in shock at your outburst. After a few moments you heard a slow whistle followed by Baekhyun’s voice. “Dude, you fucked uuuup.” You turned on him next.

“No Baekhyun. All of you fucked up.” He shut up after that.

When you were done telling all of them just how terribly they’d treated you Chen took your arm and gently pulled you to him. “I think we’ll be taking our leave now.”

He took you home. The ride home was silent as he let you process your thoughts and emotions. He rested his hand on the console, palm facing up as an invitation to take his hand should you need it. You didn’t need it but you wanted the comfort of his touch so you took it and he gently squeezed your hand.

“For the record, you did the right thing and for what it’s worth I’m proud of you.” He paused. “I could see the internal struggle you were having all night and I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to go through with your plan.” His tone was so gentle and it made you feel warm and safe.

“Until I did it I honestly didn’t know if I would.” You whispered. He squeezed your hand again and continued driving in silence. When you arrived at your home he walked you up to your doorstep and embraced you. You relaxed into the hug and smiled.

“So, now comes the business end of my deal.” You stiffened at his words. You’d completely forgotten that he had told you there would be a price for having him pretend to be your boyfriend. Apprehension seeped through your veins as you waited for him to enlighten you.

His silence got the better of you. “What’s the price?”

“A real date. In three days time.” He watched your face break out into a genuine smile, one he could get used to seeing, before you pulled him down into a kiss.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it!

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the-whispers-of-death · 2 months

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i need more serial killer stone x vigilant reader pls

This was the first part. Note that some time has passed since your first meeting.

Serial Killer!Stone and you had crossed paths more than once after your first meeting, teamed up a few times when you both were in the same vicinity. He wanted to kill every criminal you two came into contact with, but you managed to stop him a few times.

Despite having killed a robber on your first day, you were adamant that vigilantism could be done with killing criminals. You could apprehend them and leave them to the police to arrest them. Stone had a different opinion, since he held the belief that the justice system was corrupt.

Still, you two worked well together despite your differing opinions. It was like you two knew each other very well, except you barely knew Stone's actual name or if he had any family.

That was why when you saw him ducking into a cemetery late at night, you decided to follow him. You were a few paces behind him, watching every turn he took until he stood in front of a grave.

You tried your best to see the name on the grave, but you couldn't. You were too far away and moving closer would potentially make him aware of your presence.

"I know you followed me here, your footsteps are rather loud to me," Stone said, breaking whatever illusion you had about being stealthy enough to fool him. "So, come closer."

"I didn't mean to pry," you murmured, walking closer until you two stood side by side. You could now see the name on the gravestone.

Ashok "Kali" Manish Kumar, 1989-2018.

You stared at the gravestone, memorizing the name. The grave looked well-cared for, a week-old bouquet of flowers placed on it, flowers that were carefully replaced by the flowers Stone had in his own hands. It seemed like whoever this Kali was, he and Stone had been close.

Stone spoke after a few beats of silence.

"He was my boyfriend, he was going to be my fiancé," he answered your unspoken question. "He was on his way to our favorite restaurant to meet me and pop the question when he passed by an alley and got pulled in by an opportunistic robber. The police told me he fought back as best as he could and the robber gutted him in response. Took everything in his wallet and even the engagement ring, I only know he was going to propose because I found the receipt for the ring when I was sorting out his valuables in our house."

You took in the information, sorrow settling in your bones for what Stone went through. "I'm sorry for your loss. Did they find who killed him?" you asked, your voice soft.

Stone's hands rolled up into fists. "They did, but the killer got acquitted. The DA told me that they were thinking the judge was corrupt, but they had no hard evidence of corruption. So my love's killer walked free."

"Until you killed him," you said, realizing that this was why Stone turned to vigilantism.

"The bastard was already robbing some other poor person when I found him, I did what I had to do," Stone growled out, feeling no remorse for what he had done.

Your words died down in your throat. He certainly felt he was justified, nothing was going to change that. Even though he kills, he was making a difference. Crime was at an all-time low and no major crime organizations could gain a footing in the city because Stone was always there to cut the legs of their foundation off.

So you two stayed in front of the grave, silent. Perhaps you shouldn't judge him for his opinions.

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xans-ex · 6 years

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Games (Bambam Smut)- One Shot

Pairing: Bambam x Reader Genre: Smut Length: Long

*Warning: Rated (M) for mature, unprotected sex, overstimulation, daddy kink, hair pulling, dom/sub kink*

This is for my best friend of 4 1/2 years, @yumiko--cosplay who is such a big Bambam stan and i can’t blame her cause that man sure is beautiful. Anyways hope you enjoy this boo xD it’s weird writing a smut that you requested but our friendship is weird so I kinda expected this. Love you bitch :)

Summary- Your friend Irene invites you to a party to get your lazy ass out the house. You’re glad that you got your lazy ass out that house.

“Y/N, come on! You have been laying in this bed for three days. You’re going to literally die in that bed if you lay in it any longer.”

Irene was poking at you, your body slumped under your covers as a sign that you were not planning on leaving the comforts of your bed any time soon. “That doesn’t sound so bad.” Irene scoffed at your dry reply, having had enough of your mood.

“Come on! There is this guy I know, and he’s having a party at this big cabin near the lake. It’ll be fun...maybe...you could get laid?” Irene poked a little harder at your side and you removed your cover from your face, scowling at her. “I have no interest in going to this party, or getting laid for that matter.”

It wasn’t that you hated parties...or sex...it was just that you were not in the mood. Since summer started you had no time to yourself, following Irene around like a lost puppy and partying every weekend. All you wanted to do was rest your tired feet and give yourself one weekend without a killer hangover.

“When is the last time you’ve had sex? Like a decade ago?” Irene’s voice cut into your thoughts and your scowl returned as you glared at her. “You are so dramatic, and I just want to relax. All I have done is party.” You sat up in your bed, your arms crossing over your chest. “You can rest next weekend.” Irene pouted, her eyes staring down at you as she begged. “That’s what you said last weekend.” You mumbled, looking away from her to avoid her puppy dog eyes.

“Please? You’re like...my only friend and I don’t want to show up alone.” You looked at Irene as she spoke. You and Irene had been friends for years, your bond stronger than anything. You sighed, rolling your eyes at her. “Fine...” You groaned and you watched as Irene’s face lit up like a light bulb. She squealed, her arms engulfing you in a tight hug. “Thank you!” She squealed, her arms squeezing you so hard that you thought your spine would break.

“I’ll pick you up later tonight! Make sure you dress sexy!” She hummed, her body doing a little dance as she walked out your room. Your eyes rolled again, a huff leaving your throat as you covered yourself once again under your sheets.

Later that night

You looked yourself over in the mirror, checking to make sure your makeup was nice and that your dress was hugging you in all the right places. Your feet by this time were so used to wearing heels that it felt like tennis shoes to you now, and you looked yourself over, feeling satisfied with the results.

Honk.

Irene’s signal of her arrival reached your ears and you sighed, grabbing your small bag and phone before heading out the house. Irene’s red convertible was shining under your street lights and you flashed a small smile at her as you got inside. She looked you up and down, her eyes dancing over your figure. “Damn Y/N, you look sexy.” Her compliment, which was normal, was still enough to make you scrunch your nose in embarrassment. “Stop...” You whined, moving slightly so you could put your seatbelt on. “Alright hun, lets get ready to party.”

Irene’s convertible slowed to a stop in front of the cabin house, the trees surrounding it decorating it nicely. “Have you ever seen Cabin In The Woods?” You looked over at Irene as she stared back at you with a raised brow. “Is this you trying to reference some serial killer movie?” She rolled her eyes. “I’m just saying that if a unicorn impales me, it’s your fault.” You teased, getting out of her convertible.

You looked at the cabin, sighing slightly as you walked down the stone walkway with Irene by your side. You could hear the bass of the music blasting, the windows showing bodies walking and dancing past it. You and Irene arrived at the door and you watched as Irene’s manicured finger rang the doorbell. All too quickly, the door swung open and you saw a man around your age flash Irene a smile.

“Yugyeom!” Irene quickly hugged the male, a bright smile on her face. “it’s good to see you.”

“Come on in.” Yugyeom looked at the two of you, moving out the way so you both could walk inside. The inside was huge, the walls decorated with hunting gear and animal heads. It wasn’t exactly what you’d picture to be perfect party decor but it wasn’t like the animals were talking to you or anything. You looked around, your eyes gazing up at the upstairs and the people leaning against the wooden railing.

Your eyes scanned until they froze on another pair of eyes, his brown orbs burning into your eyes. He was lean, his skinny frame leaning against the railing. His eyes were still on you as he sipped from his red solo cup, his silver hair slightly covering his eyes.

“Careful...he’s a player.” Irene whispered in your ear and you jumped, surprised by how close she was. “What do you mean?” You looked at your friend. “Bambam. He’s a player. Just a warning...but he is still cute so don’t be scared. I think he might like you...” Irene teased and you scoffed, rolling your eyes. You looked back up at where Bambam was standing only to see an empty space. You looked around, scanning for a head full of silver hair but found nothing.

This party was longer than you thought it would be and it was killing you. Your feet were starting to hurt and you were lazily sipping on whatever alcoholic concoction was made and you started to feel a little light. You leaned against the kitchen counter, looking around. Irene had gone off with whoever and was dancing and drinking to her hearts content, something you were amazed by. How did she wake up every day ready to party and wreck herself only to wake up fine, ready to start all over again?

“It’s a gift not everyone should have.” A voice cut your train of thought and you realized you had been talking out loud. You turned your head to be met with a familiar pair of brown eyes.

Bambam.

He smirked at you, his hand lifting his cup to his lips. He took a sip of his drink, his tongue quickly swiping over his bottom lip as he looked you up and down, drinking you in. “Oh, uh..” You stammered and your face heated up as Bambam only chuckled. “What’s your name?” He asked, his eyebrow raising slightly. “Y-Y/N...” You mumbled, your name almost hard to hear and it caused him to lean closer to hear you. “You don’t really go to parties do you?” He asked and you sighed. “I um...I go to too many actually. My friend dragged me here...and there...and literally to every party that happens within miles of our town.” You groaned in annoyance at the end.

“Then how come I never seen you before?” He cocked his head to the side, his bangs swaying. “I usually just stay to the side...” You started to become a little more comfortable, his close proximity made you nervous but there was just something about him that relaxed you. “Well...I’m glad I found you.” He hummed, reaching up to gently run his fingers through your hair. You gulped, his fingers grazing the side of your face. “Are you nervous?” He asked, his tongue once again swiping over his bottom lip. “N-No.” You stuttered.

You were lying, but Bambam said nothing. He just continued to hover his hand over your skin softly, barely even grazing. It made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. “Have you heard about me?” He was leaning closer to you. He’s confident. Maybe because you hadn’t pushed him away yet, or that was just his personality. “A little.” You squeaked. “What have you heard?” His question came fast and you were almost caught off guard.

“Um...I-I heard that you’re a player.” You stuttered again. He was making your heart beat a million times a second, but for some reason you wanted more. It was like he had a gravitational pull on you. “Do you think that’s true?” He was extremely close now, his lips only inches from yours. Your breath was labored as you slowly shook your head and your eyes flicked back and forth from Bambam’s eyes to his lips. He hesitated, his breath tickling your lips. “Hm...well it is.” He almost groaned his words out as his hands found its location on your lower back.

You felt a shiver run down your spine and you heard him chuckle, his lips keeping its small distance. “Do you like that? My hands on you?” He was talking dirty to you, and you didn’t know if it was because you hadn’t been touched in a while or the fact that you were in public that made a heat rise between your legs. You nodded slowly, the need for more was becoming more and more overbearing.

His hands started to move down until they were at your ass and you tried your hardest to contain a moan as he squeezed your flesh. “N-Not here...” You moaned softly.

You felt Bambam’s body freeze for only a second at your moan, his tongue licking his bottom lip once more. He quickly grabbed your hand, pulling you up the stairs and down a hallway. You looked around, seeing many rooms and doors closed before looking at Bambam as he pulled you into an empty bedroom. He quickly closed the door behind him and locked it, his swift movements catching you by surprise.

“Do you do this often?” You asked, watching him as he neared closer to you, your body moving back until you were against the wall and Bambam walked until he was against you, his hands trapping you on both sides of your body. He leaned close until his lips were against your neck, completely ignoring your question as he pressed wet kisses against your skin. His hands were back on your ass again, his hands kneading you and another moan left your lips as he sucked on a sensitive part of your neck.

“You sound so sexy when you moan.” He growled and you felt your knees start to shake. “Kiss me...please.” You murmured and Bambam pulled away from your neck, looking at you with hungry eyes. “Why should I?” He teased, his eyes flicking back and forth between your lips and eyes. “Don’t play games with me, Bambam.” You whined. “Why not? I like to watch you beg.” He growled as he slowly lifted up your dress till it was at the top of your waist and your thighs clenched when his cold hands touched your exposed skin.

“Please...” You whined again. Bambam hummed, his eyes looking you up and down. “Get on the bed, baby girl.”

You shivered at the nickname he gave you and you were quick to walk over to the bed, hesitating before laying down on it. You looked over at Bambam, who was just staring at you with a playful smirk. “Do you touch yourself?” He asked. You blinked a few times before nodding. “Use your words baby girl...Daddy wants to hear your voice.”

When he called himself ‘Daddy’, a moan escaped your lips. “Yes.” You moaned. “Yes what?” Bambam’s voice was almost threatening. “Yes Daddy...” You murmured. He hummed at your response. “I like that. Touch yourself for me like the good little slut you are.” His hands were slowly unbuckling his belt as he spoke and you watched as he did so, your legs spreading slowly. You slowly pulled your dress down and off of your body, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

Bambam only stared at you impatiently and his eyes flashed with irritation. “You’re taking too long...” He frowned and you were quick to take off your underwear, your teeth taking prisoner of your bottom lip as you exposed your bottom half to the man you had only met a few minutes ago. You stared at Bambam as your fingers slowly went into your mouth, coating them in saliva before you slowly moved them down to your core, your fingers slowly rubbing along your clit and moving along your folds. You touched yourself, sinful moans leaving your lips.

You could hear a soft groan and you looked over at Bambam, surprised to see him jerking himself in front of you. He was thick, and your mouth watered as you watched him touch himself. “You like it when I touch myself?” You asked. Bambam shook his head quickly. “Only I can ask the questions baby girl...” He took off his shirt, exposing his lean figure and you hesitated before slowly inserting two fingers inside yourself, a delicious moan reaching Bambam’s ears and he growled, quickly making his way over to you and smacking your hand away. “Did I say you could fuck yourself with your fingers?”

You shivered at the way he scolded you. “Then hurry up and fuck me then.” You weren’t sure how you gained the boldness to say that, the words leaving your mouth before your brain could think about what you were saying. Bambam was almost taken aback by this, no girl had ever said something like that to him. He was used to always being in control, so to be told what to do was surprising, and turned him on to no end.

He took off his pants, his body completely nude and you watched with hungry eyes as he slowly got onto the bed, stopping so his face was near you core. “Not yet baby girl...I want to taste you.” He leaned down, his lips pressing soft kisses against your inner thighs. You knew you were wet, the familiar feeling was all too known. He looked down at your pussy, his tongue sticking out to lick his lips. “Your pussy is so wet...fuck...” He couldn’t wait any longer, his tongue licking a long stripe up your pussy and between your folds. Your back arched slightly and your legs instinctively came together on both sides of Bambam’s head, locking him in. He didn’t mind this though, and it only encouraged him to wreck you, his lips and tongue starting a war with your pussy.

Moans escaped you rapidly, your hands reaching down to tangle in his silver hair. He groaned against you, the vibrations making your stomach start to become tense. You were about to cum, and you were tempted to tell him, but you had a feeling that he wouldn’t let you. You decided to stay quiet, the need to cum was overbearing and your moans were almost screams as you neared closer and closer. With a strangled cry of his name you came, your legs shaking violently. He ripped away from you, his lips coated in your juices. “Did you just come without my permission?” He narrowed his eyes at you.

“Yeah...I did.” You felt more confident now. The urge to defy him and go against what he wanted was almost like a drug to you. You liked to play games with him just as much as he did with you too. “I see...on your hands and knees.” He commanded and you slowly did as he said, your body slightly weak from your peak.

“You want to play games huh?” He stared down at your exposed pussy, your ass clear and on display for him. He raised a hand, his eyes on you before quickly slapping your ass, the pain from it sending a sting throughout your whole ass cheek and you moaned loudly. “You think it’s okay, huh? I’m the one in control.” He was angry, and his never-ending slaps against your ass proved that. He kept going, your ass becoming red and tender. “Apologize baby girl.” He growled.

“No.” You were able to choke out an answer in between bursts of cries and moans. “No?” He couldn’t believe it. At this point, a girl would be begging for forgiveness so she could get fucked, but you just didn’t care. “Fuck...you’re unbelievable.” He groaned. He was so turned on it was ridiculous. He needed to be inside you...now.

“You’re lucky I’m impatient baby girl, or else I’d just punish you more.” He groaned, his hand grabbing his dick and lining it up with your entrance. “Hm, next time then.” You groaned. Bambam looked at you as you looked back at him. Your eyes met and he felt this weird feeling in his chest.

You wanted to do this again.

If this were any other person, he would have said no. But for some reason with you it was different. He actually wanted to do this again, and again, and again.

He snapped out of his train of thought, focusing on what he was dying to do and with one swift motion he slowly pushed into you. Your pussy was tight and stretching for his cock and you both moaned at the same time, the sound almost like a harmony. “Fuck...” You moaned out, your hands clutching the pillows in front of you.

Bambam was still, not moving at all and it was starting to annoy you. You started to move back and forth, his dick moving in and out of you and you felt him freeze before another smack was landed on your ass, causing you to move even faster. “Fuck that’s so hot...moving like that like a good little slut.” He landed another smack on your ass. You let out a sinful moan, the sound almost didn’t sound like you. “You like that? You like that huh? Fuck this dick.” Bambam leaned forwards until his chest was against your back, his lips whispering dirty words into your ear.

He started bucking into you, your toes curling at how deep he was fucking you. He quickly leaned back, his hands taking hold on your hair and he pulled, forcing your head back. Your mouth was open as he fucked you hard, your breasts bouncing fast as he pounded into you faster and faster.

“Yeah..yeah fuck me.” You moaned and Bambam moaned back in response. You were close to coming again, and you bit your bottom lip, shaking as the need to cum was building in your lower stomach and Bambam could feel you tightening around him. “You gonna cum, baby?” He growled. “Fucking cum for me baby, fucking cum on Daddy’s cock.” He landed two hard smacks against your ass, his hand pulling your hair even harder and his hips were almost hard to keep up with as his pace was almost inhuman and with a cry you came, your walls tightening around Bambam’s dick and he gritted his teeth, his thrusts became sloppy and with a loud moan of your name, he pulled out, cumming all over your back. You were shaking violently, and as Bambam was panting hard, watching his cum slowly squirt from his dick, he reached down and started rubbing at your clit.

You squealed. “Bambam...no! I’m-” You started but Bambam continued, rubbing your clit faster and his other hand smacked your ass. “Shut the fuck up.” He snarled and your fists were clenched, your nails digging into your palms as you felt your need to cum building up quickly and with a strangled cry you came for the third time, your body falling onto the bed. Your legs were limp and your body tingled. You felt the bed dip slightly and a soft kiss against your shoulder. “Next time you defy me, I’ll make you cum three more times.” He warned. You nodded, taking his words very seriously.

Next time. So there was going to be a next time.

Bambam got off the bed and disappeared in the bathroom before coming back out with a wet towel. He slowly wiped off his seed from your back, cleaning you off. “That was um...amazing.” You murmured, your energy was completely gone and at this point all you wanted to do was sleep. “I appreciate that.” He smirked, leaning down to press another kiss against your shoulder. You closed your eyes, ready to doze off before you heard your phone ring and you groaned. “Can...can you get my phone? It’s in my bag.” You sighed and watched as Bambam grabbed your phone from your bag and held it out for you, your arm reaching out and you grabbed it quickly.

Irene.

“H-Hello?” You groaned. “I know you went off with player boy. Hope everything went well. You ready to go?” Her voice was loud compared to the still blaring music that was deafening even from upstairs. “Um...yeah...just give me a minute-” Your phone was taken from your hand before you even had time to protest and Bambam had it to his ear. “Hey Irene. She is a little exhausted so she can stay here with me tonight. I’ll drop her off in the morning.” He said before hanging up and placing your phone on the nightstand.

You didn’t even have the energy to complain or scold him. “I...I can’t just stay here. This isn’t my place.” You mumbled lazily. “I know that, it’s mine. Now shut up and go to sleep.” He said, going over to his clothes which were laying on the floor. He started to put them on and you pouted. “You’re not going to sleep next to me?” You whined. “As much fun as that sounds, not right now. I got over fifty drunk idiots in my house right now and I want to make sure this doesn’t turn into a Project X party.” He rolled his eyes at the thought. He reached for the door handle, about to open the door but your voice stopped him. “Did you mean it...when you said ‘Next time’?”

He looked back at you with a smirk. “Of course baby girl...you’re fun to play games with. Daddy will be back later.” His answer left another shiver down your spine and you watched as he walked out the room, the door closing behind him.

What have you gotten yourself into?

Author’s Note

I really hope you guys enjoy this...I tried to make it as dirty as possible but I’m real awkward so...

Also, this is my first fic with an idol other than someone from BTS so I hope all the Ahgases are satisfied with this. :’)

I was going to post Chapter 8 of Goomar tonight but time flew as I was writing this so I’ll most likely post it Friday night. :)

Also, THANK YOU FOR 350+ FOLLOWERS! I AM SO BLESSED TO HAVE YOU GUYS AS FOLLOWERS!! I LOVE ALL OF YOU!

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Hunting Ground (Part 1)

Summary: When murders resembling those from a known serial killer start occurring in a sleepy little town, reader is called in to investigate. The prime suspect, Dean Winchester, is adamant that he’s innocent but reader isn’t so sure he hasn’t gone back to his old ways...

Teaser

Pairing: suspect!Dean x cop!reader

Word Count: 2,700ish

Warnings: language, murder

A/N: I hope you enjoy this first part of Hunting Ground. More to come...

“If you like pina coladas, and gettin’ caught in the rain,” you sang, bopping your head along as you drove down the deserted road. “If you’re not into yoga, if have half a brain,” you said, turning the volume up louder. “If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes on the -shit!” you said, hitting the brakes as a group of deer ran out in front of you.

You took a deep breath as they stopped and stared at you, like what the fuck were you doing on their road. You honked the horn of your rental car and they took off into the woods. You saw a sign a little ways down that there was a deer crossing that made you scowl.

“You’re in the middle of fucking nowhere now, Y/N. Got to remember there’s moose and coyotes and shit out here,” you said, driving along the road again, tall trees on either side making you wonder why the Hell anyone would ever choose to come out here unless they were forced to against their will. God knew that was the only reason you were.

It was a great opportunity you were told, a stepping stone to move up the ladder more quickly. You’d practically sprinted up that fucking ladder already. You could use a moment to catch your breath if you were being honest. Technically this was completely within your job description and your capabilities. Technically you were also supposed to be on a plane headed to Hawaii for three weeks of relaxing but ya know, fucking serial killers fucking with your vacation plans.

“Have to fucking murder that too don’t you asshole,” you muttered, rain starting to spit on your windshield. “Oh, if that isn’t fucking lovely and not some cute guy handing me alcohol with an umbrella in it.”

Clenching the steering wheel you reminded yourself to let it go and focus on the case. You spotted a sign, hoping that town was close so you could settle in and get a chance to look over your case files again.

Hunting Ground - 57 Miles

“With a name like that, no wonder a murderer moved into town,” you said, reaching for your cold cup of coffee. “Let’s just hope you’re not as smart as you think you are.”

“Oh! Hi!” said the bored out of her mind teenager when you walked into the small lobby. You glanced around at the filthy space and hid your shudder. You were definitely dousing your room in bleach.

“Hi. I need a room, not sure how long I’ll be here just yet,” you said, digging through your bag for your credit card.

“Sorry, we only take cash,” she said. Yup, sleeping in the car for the next few weeks sounded better than whatever disease you were picking up from your bed. “$50.”

“A night? That’s not too-”

“A week,” she said, you head tilting. “We haven’t had many guests lately so we dropped prices. On account of the murder.”

Maybe she shouldn’t be telling her guests that someone was killed her and they wouldn’t have a problem with retaining them.

“Yeah, I heard about that,” you said, pulling out a hundred from your wallet and handing it over. She caught site of your badge and her eyes went wide. “I’m investigating the deaths around town. I may want to talk to you about the first victim, Cindy Parish.”

“I already talked to the cops,” she said, her cheeriness evaporating. “I told them everything I know.”

“Fine,” you said, digging your notepad from your bag. “You won’t mind telling me again then and I won’t say anything about the boy you have in that back office to the manager of this place who I suspect is your mother. How’s that sound?” you said, offering her a smile that was anything but sweet. She grabbed the door just behind her and closed it, absentmindedly fixing her shirt where it’d started to be unbuttoned by another pair of hands.

“She checked in around eight, went to Trapper’s, the local dive bar, for a drink and some food. She came back around eleven with a local, Dean Winchester, to screw is my guess. He left sometime in the middle of the night and she was found just after nine in the morning by my mom. It was...bad in there,” she said. You looked around again, realizing this seventeen year old was probably trying to run this place herself at the moment. You could try the softer approach with her.

“This guy, Dean Winchester, did you see him leave?” you asked but she shook her head.

“No. I mean...they were pretty loud. She was screaming a lot, nothing coherent. I thought they were just having sex but apparently he was killing her,” she said, shaking her head to erase the memory from her brain. “Can we stop please?”

“Sure, that’s all I need. Can you show me my room?” you asked, watching a smile on her face as she got to do something normal. She handed you the keys after guiding you outside and to the room farthest away from the one with yellow tape covering the door. Staying in the same place as your first victim wasn’t exactly where you wanted to be but at least it’d make getting to the crime scene easy.

There were two queen beds, a small TV and a beat up kitchenette but at least the bathroom was clean and there were only two weird stains on the floor. By the time you’d dragged in your bags and unpacked, you were starving. The clock said it was close to eight and after driving all day the last thing you wanted was to stare at bloody photos.

Well...there wouldn’t be any umbrella’s in the drinks but at least you knew a place to get one now. You slipped into a pair of heels but sighed. Even if they were nice and had proven to be lucky time and time again, they weren’t ideal. You never knew when you might have to chase after someone. Your hiking boots it was then.

After three minutes of walking on the uneven sidewalk down main street you were glad for choosing to be sensible for once. Even so, you hadn’t expected to have the door held up for you by a guy in a trucker hat when you got to the bar. You thanked him but walked in to find an ocean of flannel before your eyes. You caught a few glances and you couldn’t stop the eyebrow raise from happening.

You went past and found a quiet spot at the end of the bar where you asked for a menu. There wasn’t much variety but you examined the menu like you’d forgotten how to read, hoping to catch the attention of the man sat a few seats down around the bend of the bar. But he didn’t pay you any attention. When you opened your mouth to ask him for a recommendation he stood, giving you a smile and slapping some money down, leaving before you could say a word.

“What can I get you?” asked the bartender. You ordered a burger and Jack & coke, grumbling to yourself. You’d finished it and were halfway done with your second by the time your food was ready. You ate a little too aggressively but he’d been right there.

Dean Winchester, suspect number one. The only suspect in all of this. You knew why they’d assigned you to this case. You were just his type. A perfect temptation for the killer. Only word in a town this small would spread fast that you were a cop and there went your chance of luring him in.

At least the burger was good.

“Ugh,” you groaned, slapping away at your phone as the alarm started to go off. “No. Sleep more.”

About ten minutes later you finally dragged yourself out of bed, and into the shower, alarmed at how much hot water you had. Then again you were the only person staying there at the moment. You made a crappy cup of coffee as you walked over to your clothes, pulling on jeans and a flannel. You shoved your badge in your back pocket and your gun tucked into your pants. You were going to blend in like a local as long as possible in your opinion. Plus the excuse to get out of that black suit for once was a dream come true.

You reviewed the case files once more while you sipped on your caffeine, letting yourself get your fix, occasionally munching on handfuls of the box of cheerios you’d packed. You weren’t the biggest fan of the reports by the Hunting Ground Police Department. Not that they weren’t good but they were assuming Dean Winchester was your killer. All signs pointed to him but you needed impartial eyes on this thing if you were going to be fully convinced that he’d done it.

Two hours later you were sitting in your car, rolling your eyes at the brick building in front of you. The whole Dean Winchester being uncooperative for follow ups was definitely not in your files. Maybe you’d try your own luck if it came to that.

“Lunch and then time to remember how to go hiking.”

You were sweating and panting by the time you got up to the cabin where the third victim was found. Why was it so fucking hot out? You thought the woods were supposed to be cooler or some shit. You took a long drink of water as you looked around. It was isolated up there, much more so than the motel. It made sense after all. The first vic the killer needed it, couldn’t wait to take them somewhere else. Cindy didn’t know it but she’d gotten off easy. The other two got half days in quiet cabins where a whole slew of skin crawling shit went down.

You breathed through your mouth as you bent through the tape and went inside. There was some dried blood in places but the boot print caught your eye. That wasn’t in the photos and hadn’t been noted as an exclusion by one of the officers. You squatted next to it and placed your own beside it. Definitely a male from the size. The tread wasn’t helpful as you hadn’t seen anyone in this town wear anything but boots but at least you had one more bit of information. Most of the evidence you’d already examined at the station and the lab reports definitely had come back negative for any DNA.

Walking around you saw the chair that had been used, the same MO as all the others. There were always copy cats but the one thing they’d never revealed to the public was the water bottle he left with the victim. The one in the room he’d trapped his victim in, allowing them a means of escape from the chair but nothing else, the water too much to resist. It sealed their fate every single time. That was when he really started his fucked up-

A gunshot rang out nearby and you drew your weapon, pointing at the door. A second one went off and you heard two mean holler about some poor animal they’d just killed. You relaxed and poked your head out the door, watching two men cut through some trees with a fox on their backs.

You sighed and went back inside, looking over everything but not finding anything useful beyond what you already knew. Slipping your backpack on you headed back down the trail, heading back before the sun went down. You heard a fox whimper before darting out in front of you. It growled a little but you weren’t afraid. In fact you felt sorry for it as it whimpered again and took off in search of it’s friend.

“Sorry buddy,” you said, walking a ways as the poor thing scrambled back and forth. “People suck, trust me I-”

You fell back on the ground, your bag taking most of the impact but you were on guard as you looked up and saw Dean Winchester towering over you.

“You should watch where you’re going,” he said, holding out a hand. You hesitated to take it and he rolled his eyes. You popped up on your own, watching his eyes wander over to the cabin and then back at you. “What are you doing out here?”

“None of your business,” you said, distancing yourself from him, all while keeping him in your sights. He scoffed and crossed his arms.

“You know that’s a crime scene right? I wouldn’t be fucking around in there if I were you,” he said. How the fuck did he know you’d been in there? Unless he was watching you of course...

“Well since I’m investigating this case, it’s probably a good idea if I check out the actual crime scene. How about you tell me what you’re doing up here,” you said, backing away from him. He nodded his head and relaxed his arms, giving you a dark smile.

“So you know all about me then, don’t you,” said Dean. He eyed you up and down but you kept your cool. He was big, bigger than you expected. If it came to it you could take him. It wouldn’t be a pretty fight though. “You’re looking at the wrong guy.”

“I’ll be the judge of that, Winchester,” you said, lifting your head and cocking your head in that ‘don’t mess with me’ way. “What are you doing up here?”

“Hiking,” said Dean. “Not much to do around here except go fucking hiking ya know.”

“You always go hiking with a shotgun?” you asked, nodding at the one slung over his shoulder. Dean rolled his eyes and walked towards you. You moved to the side but Dean did his best to make sure he shoved you as he went past. “Answer the question.”

“When a psychopath is on the loose, yeah, I walk around with some protection. Want to see my permit Ranger Rick?” he asked, spinning around. “Watch yourself Officer whatever.”

“Officer Y/N Y/L/N to you,” you said, reaching your hand behind your back, trying to worm your hand between your heavy bag and to get at your gun. “Pro tip, don’t threaten cops.”

“Pro tip, sweetheart,” said Dean, walking in front of you and leaning down over you. “Don’t keep your gun somewhere you can’t get it in time. You’d be fucked if I was the asshole you’re looking for. Good thing I’m not.”

“I’d back up unless you want this to get messy, Dean,” you said, finally fishing your gun out as he backed away.

“The more time you waste investigating me the more time he has to find his next victim,” said Dean, heading down the path away from you fast.

“Don’t leave town Winchester,” you said, Dean giving you a wave with a angry smile before you saw him disappear into the trees.

You sighed as you looked at your gun in your hand and then all around. That could have been really fucking bad. He had a shot at you just then and didn’t take it. But the way he had looked at you...Dean Winchester was becoming more of a suspect every second in your mind. You knew he’d been the officer on the case previously but that was about it. It was time to learn what secrets that man was hiding before-

Someone was whistling. It was close but not close enough for you to tell where exactly they were. The ordinarily happy tune, apparently another fan of the pina colada song, shouldn’t have made goosebumps breakout over your hot and flush skin. Someone had to have been watching you from the way the hairs stood up on the back of your neck. You kept your gun out as you jogged down the path and in the direction of your car.

Getting back to town and out of Dean Winchester’s territory was suddenly the only thing on your mind.

A/N: Read Part 2 here!

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