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softsturn · 5 months

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imagine being best friends with matt, and you guys text 24/7, and one day you decide to get risky because youve had a crush on him forever - and if he gets the hint, and thinks you wanna fuck him then he gets the hint - if he doesn’t and thinks it was a simple accident, never for him, then he thinks it was an accident and nothing is seriously ruined

so you get on your favorite mini skirt, posing infront of the mirror sitting down and **ever so slightly** opening your legs to reveal your glistening folds, snapping a pic and sending him a photo. “dont forget to match me for our lunch date!” you send an innocent text after, making sure to seem normal as you possibly could.

he immediately opened it, typing for a while but didn’t reply. you wonder if he finds it weird, and get worried and insecure, but he sends a “did you mean to send me that?” after a minute, and you smile to yourself - “of course? i want you to match me.” you reply innocently, and he hearts the message. you wonder if he did find it weird.

once you get to lunch you guys sit down next to eachother, chris and nick across the table as he sat down next to you, smiling.

the restuarunt was actually quite loud, and chris had airpods in, nick finding the bathroom as Matt turns to you, smiling. “are you wearing underwear?” he whispered, your smile fading as you widen your eyes, turning to him, “no? you dirty slut”, he began and put his hand on your thigh, glancing at you with hopeful eyes as you nod, but he shook his head. “words, baby.”

u can decide what goes on from there lel 🤺🤺🤺

miniskirt - m.s

⩩ pairing: matt x fem!reader

⩩ summary: read the request

⩩ warnings: fingering, light degradation, exhibitionism

⩩ a/n: i really hope i did this request justice!! i could probably do a part two of this, just leave ideas if thats something you’d want. also thanks so much for all the support on my last work!!!!! 🩶🫂

You and Matt have been best friends since forever, befriending him and his brothers in elementary school, and the rest was history. You were close with all three of the boys, but the bond you shared with Matt was different. The two of you were practically attached at the hip, always wanting to be near one another, and when you couldn’t be near each other, you were on your phones texting and calling each other. The two of you are each others comfort, he’s your home, your lifeline, and you’re the same for him. Navigating the very fine line between platonic feelings and something more isn’t always easy, especially not when hes as handsome as he is and you’re both so familiar with each other.

You wanted to make a move, you wanted him to know how you felt, but you didn’t want to risk ruining your friendship. The fear of losing him was debilitating, you’d rather have him as your best friend than nothing at all. However, you’ve found yourself on the floor, adorned in your favorite miniskirt, posed in front of your mirror with your legs slightly open. You weren’t wearing any panties, exposing your pretty pink cunt. You snapped a picture, mind running wild as you debate if you’re really ready to do this. Clicking Matt’s contact, your thumb hovers over the send button, you bite your lip, and nervously press it. Quickly following up with an innocent text, trying to mask the intensity of what you’ve just sent. “Don’t forget to match me for dinner tomorrow!!”

He immediately opened the text, and you feel your stomach knot as you wait for his reply. He could either get the hint, and do something about it or, he could chalk it up to being accidental, which would be slightly awkward but nothing would be seriously ruined between you two. The seconds feel like hours as you watch him type, but he doesn’t reply. You internally curse yourself, his silence triggered insecurity, fearing that you’ve just ruined your most cherished friendship. In the midst of your despair, your phone finally dings with a notification from him. “Did you mean to send me that?” he inquired. You take a deep breath, trying to craft the perfect response. Smiling to yourself as you text back feigning innocence, as if you don’t notice the risky picture. “duh? i want you to match with me.” He hearts the message, leaving you uncertain, casting doubt as you prepare for dinner.

Collecting yourself, you complete your makeup and style your hair. Opting to go without panties, you're left in the miniskirt and a crop top. As you head out, thoughts of your text exchange with Matt linger, and the anticipation of potential awkwardness looms. Arriving at the bustling and noisy restaurant, you cringe at the sensory overload. Seated at the table the triplets reserved, Chris, with his AirPods in, offers a smile before returning to his phone. Nick greets you and gives you a side hug as he heads to find a bathroom, leaving you practically alone with Matt as you take a seat beside him in the booth, Chris across from you, along with Nick's empty space.

"Hey," Matt whispers, a smile playing on his lips as he takes in your appearance. You respond with a sheepish smile, exhaling nervously as his eyes linger on the familiar skirt from the earlier picture. You swear you detect a flicker of lust in his gaze as he observes the miniskirt showcasing your thighs. A teasing smirk crosses his lips, leaning in closer, his breath caressing your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Are you wearing underwear?" he whispers.

Your smile fades, eyes widening as if the air has been sucked from your lungs. You hadn't anticipated him bringing up the picture, especially not here and not like this. Turning slightly towards him, jaw slightly dropped, you're rendered speechless, unable to trust the words that might escape. He releases a low, breathy chuckle at your bewildered expression, checking if Chris is paying attention. His gaze returns to you, and he licks his lips. "I’ll take that as a no? Such a slut..." he taunts, his hand finding your thigh under the table, giving it a small squeeze, igniting butterflies in your stomach. Raising his eyebrows, eyes filled with anticipation as you nod to confirm your lack of panties, he shook his head as he coaxed, "Words, baby."

"No, I'm not wearing any underwear," you mumble sheepishly, biting your lip. His hand moves up painfully slow, his eyes attentively tracing every reaction to his touch, as if committing your responses to memory. This situation was beyond what you expected when you sent that picture; now, with his hand creeping up your thigh, you're uncertain how to proceed. He smiles at your sudden shyness, leaning in closer, his lips brushing over your ear. "Atta girl, you listen so well."

"Matt, we're in a restaurant," you whisper sternly, though your voice wavers. Squeezing your thighs shut, you guide his hand away with your own, shooting him a warning glare. Despite the growing desire between your legs, engaging in this here, with Chris across the table and Nick likely to return soon, feels too risky. Matt revels in the thrill, enjoying watching you squirm as you attempt to stay unfazed by his persistent touch. "Which is exactly why you're gonna be quiet for me. Can you do that, baby?" he says softly, the smug smirk on his face almost challenging you.

Your gaze shifts to Chris, engrossed in his phone with an empty spot beside him awaiting Nick's return. Returning your attention to Matt, you scan his sharp features and nod. "Yes, I'll be quiet," you agree, slowly allowing your thighs to open once more, anticipating the touch of his long, slender fingers. His eyes glint with adoration as his hand resumes its journey up your thigh, slipping tantalizingly under your miniskirt. Moving with agonizing slowness, he watches as you shudder with each upward movement. His fingertips graze over your core, and he chuckles slightly at the frustrated sigh escaping you. The anticipation is maddening, and in a less public setting, you'd have surrendered to him entirely. He swipes his index finger through your wet folds, eliciting a gasp as one of his cold rings meets your sensitive skin. "Fucking soaked," he mumbles, and you impatiently huff, growing tired of his teasing. "I'm so close to doing it myself."

He grips your chin in a possessive, and dominant manner, forcing you to meet his gaze. "One day, I'm gonna fuck that bratty little mouth of yours," he grunts, using the opportunity of no one watching to steal your lips in a kiss, swallowing the moan that escapes as two of his fingers slide into you, stretching your tight walls. Breaking the kiss once he senses you can keep quiet, or at least try, his fingers gradually start pumping into you, the restaurant's bustling atmosphere and loud music drowning out the slick, wet sounds. One of your hands clutches the booth seat, the other clinging to his knee, your lip tucked beneath your teeth as you attempt to stifle your whines and whimpers.

Suddenly, Nick returns from the bathroom, causing your eyes to widen and your face to flush. Matt halts his movements, but he keeps his fingers inside you. The thought of being caught, especially by his brothers, is paralyzing. As Nick rejoins, Chris diverts his attention from his phone, engaging in conversation about new video ideas. Matt nods along, feigning interest, and gradually resumes pumping his fingers into you. You shoot him a panicked look, to which he only smirks.

A waiter arrives with appetizers ordered by the boys before your arrival, and takes your orders. While Nick and Chris indulge in the appetizers, you find yourself indulging in a different sensation—Matt's fingers exploring you in enticing ways. Balancing the act of appearing normal becomes challenging when your best friend is treating you so intimately. Refraining from joining the conversation, you grab an appetizer, bringing it to your mouth as you attempt to eat. Matt's sees this and his fingers quicken their pace, causing a small moan to escape you. Chris raises an eyebrow, shooting a questioning glare your way, prompting Matt to ease up as Chris starts to speak. "You okay, Y/N?"

Eyes widening, you choke slightly on your food, hastily nodding at him. "Y-yeah, the appetizer is just really good," you mumble sheepishly, and Matt snickers. Chris gives you a strange look but returns to his conversation. You're tempted to hit Matt for embarrassing you, but his fingers remain deep inside you, making you completely defenseless. Your knees attempt to shut, shying from the intensifying sensation in your stomach, coupled with the fear of being discovered like this. Matt's foot nudges yours over his, bringing your leg slightly onto his lap, compelling you to spread. Leaning in to your neck, he whispers into your ear, "Can you keep quiet if I let you cum, hmm?"

You nod desperately, but Matt narrows his eyes, halting his finger movements entirely. A silent whine escapes your lips from the loss of momentum, and your eyes plead with him to continue. "Words," he mutters harshly, taunting you. You try to calm yourself, the last thing you need is to accidentally moan and give away what's happening under the table. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, you manage to say, "Yes, please," in a hushed voice.

Amusement plays across Matt's face, finding it entertaining to watch you struggle to hold yourself together. He resumes his movements, slowly pumping his fingers inside you, rebuilding the knot in your stomach. "Good girl, cum all over my fingers, princess," he murmurs as he pulls back. His gaze returns to his brothers, maintaining the facade of genuine interest in their conversation, but his focus is solely on you and the desire to make you feel good. His fingers thrust mercilessly inside you, his thumb tracing circles on your swollen clit. The overwhelming sensation brings you dangerously close to the edge. With your elbow on the table, you bring your head to rest in your hand, covering your mouth to conceal the lewd moans threatening to escape. Matt curls his fingers inside, providing the extra push needed. You bite down on your hand, eyes squeezed shut, brows furrowed as you come on his fingers. A muffled moan escapes your throat, but blinded by bliss, you don't care. Nick and Chris glance over, offering worried looks.

"Y/N, are you sure you're okay?" Chris asks, confusion etched on his face. Matt's fingers gradually ease out of you, your breathing slightly heavy as you attempt to regain your senses. "Yeah... I think I'm just having a really bad migraine," you mumble, feigning discomfort as you rub your temple. Chris and Nick nod understandingly, offering sympathetic looks. Matt pats your knee thats on top of his own and smiles slightly at his brothers. "I'm gonna take her home, just box our food and bring it home with you guys later, i’ll Venmo you for an Uber," he says, ushering you out of the booth. The two boys bid you farewells, and as Matt grips your hips, pressing himself up behind you, to them it seems like he's ensuring your safe exit. In reality, he's forcing you to feel the hard bulge desperate for relief in his pants. He kisses the top of your head and the base of your neck. "We're not done," he whispers, gently guiding you out of the restaurant towards his van, leaving your mind racing with thoughts of what he has in store for you.

#matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo oneshot #matt sturniolo fluff #smut #fluff

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laxxarian · 3 months

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Lel, thinking about ghosts can't go intangible in the batcave or any other places that Batman would operate his work like the watchtower or something cuz the ghosts have a similar power to Martian Manhunter.

So when Skulker was tasked to steal something cuz he made a deal with Vlad, he got shocked to find that he couldn't get through.

Skulker investigated a little more before finding out that it's different compared to Vlad's and Fentons machines in keeping ghosts out. Don't know what it is but it's working and this got Skulker interested in this device.

Skulker: I could use this to trap that Royal Whelp!

Cue on laughing like a maniac but the sounds still goes off like a friendly way.

Skulker ended up visiting a few more times when Ember, Box Ghost and Desiree got curious of what has Skulker has been up to. After finding ot, the three wants to hover around to investigate with him.

All the while the JL are stalking about in the bushes since they couldn't see them in cameras, they had to use this resort.

#batman #crossover #dpxdc #danny phantom #justice league #ghosts #skulker #ember #box ghost #desiree #desiree with her super hearing just in case she hears the 'i wish' hears living humans hiding #but shes no snitch #desiree would sometimes stay behind and let the jl question her cuz she likes fulfilling ones desires #but shes hoping that one of them just says 'i wish' already #desiree babbled that they were all ghosts wanting to know whats keeping them out

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waterghostype · 2 months

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a bit of an unconventional post but here is rosel!!! struggling princess and novice of void she is my ninjago oc bc ive been infected with deadly oc brainrot disease…

oc ramblings under the cut lel

she is a princess with a tragic backstory . super original i know

in all seriousness she basically conjured up in my head while i was thinking “what could they ever do to recover harumi’s character from crystalized in dragons rising” and it all went downhill from here

she’s super energetic, lively, dramatic, basically a cringe theatre kid who doesnt shut up at all. she loves animals and nature and life and being elaborate and performing and all that jazz.

she’s basically harumi’s surrogate little sister. after being on her own for a bit and traveling all across realms she landed in this weird magical realm (one that i made up. lol) and was taken in by the royal family as a knight (basically) after she brought back rosel when she got lost in the forest. she’s having a terrible time in there BUT she’s staying because… there is a freakazoidal organization trying to take them down. super original once again.

harumi feels like shes sort of called to do something about it to somehow atone for her wrongdoings but she doesn’t want to do any more than she has to aka she doesn’t want to get close to rosel bc shes obviously very Not right in the brain and also because of her past

rosel originally had an older sister who was supposed to be the actual heir to the throne and she was totally chill with that! she liked to just have a second say in important stuff and do a lot of commercials like that was her whole thing and she enjoyed it. then her sister got assassinated so now she has to be the one to worry about everything and just be an heir all of a sudden. this is part of the reason why she got very easily attached to harumi and harumi knows this and understands what’s going on in rosel’s brain because a losing family then getting badly attached to someone bc you think they can fill that hole in your heart?? yeah not cool

doesnt help that harumi currently hates herself and thinks shes the worst person in the world (tbf she did do All that.) but the difference is when she was being unhealthily attached to garmadon he mistreated her BAD but here harumi actually tries protecting rosel and gets unfortunately attached as well which sucks! it’s like that grumpy old man adopts daughter trope except it’s a ~20 yo girl and a little sister

before she died rosel swore she hated her sister and they would fight allll the time. older sister (havent decided on a name) is really strict and pressured to do all her work as an heir and the oldest princess and i could go into more detail abt their relationship but just think oldest sibling vs youngest sibling shenanigans. theyd fight abt how rosel would never understand the pressure of being the heir in their political cilmate thing (yeah the made-up realm is going through it) but too bad so sad she got executed in front of literally the whole kingdom.

after a surprisingly short while rosel gets back on her feet after her sister’s death but shes just fakering oops. she has a bunch of bottled up issues but it’s ok! it’s ok!

also shes the elemental master of void. oops

this one is fucky wucky complicated but BASCIALLY my bs reason for her little mary sue op power is bc time twins were stuck in that weird time vortex all throughout everything And then the merge happened and the merge’s weird elemental energy whatever caused the time vortex and the twins’ elemental powers to get weird and because time is being messed up reality can be messed up and so this basically broken version of the time element gets transferred onto my girl rosel as if it was a regular degular elemental power which sucks bc it’s even harder to use and control and she doesnt even know how to fight so shes just struggling

she finds this out while on a journey with the ninja and harumi. like if it was a season itd be like episode 15+ she finds out. this is because she accidentally caused an important artifact to disappear out of nowhere, got sad about it bc she messed everything up, and then she accidentally makes a whole bunch of stuff (including living things) disappear too. yikessss

she doesnt want to hide it she tells the ninjarumi right away and theyre all like What the hell and shes freaking out but after some help she can at least keep herself from destroying literally everything.

until she messes up gets mega emotional loses control of her everything and starts voiding a bunch of stuff so she gets even more stressed which makes her void even more stuff and now shes basically destroying the kingdom shes been trying so hard to be able to rule. ooooopsies

after a whole thing with the power of siblingship and empathy harumi snaps her out of it and now shes absolutely baffled with what shes done and is a bit crazed abt the whole thing. bc of this she decides it’s best to train with the ninja (idk if she actually becomes one) so she can use her power better. btw harumi was able to snap her out of it and give her a hug without being voided because a) power of friendship and b) overlord resurrection she’s literally dead inside She basically is already voided in a way

so thats basically what goes on very sorry this is too long but i hope it all makes sense… i swear her story is better than the way i explained it (or maybe it’s not idk) i just have many MANY MANY thought abt her! i might ramble even more in the future so be cautioned. thx

heres zoomed in ver of the notes in case u need it

#ninjago #ninjago oc #lego ninjago #ninjago harumi #aphid artisms #aphid originals #princess rosel anjg #thats aphid ninjago #her design is weird i dont really like it all too muchhhh #but what ever #same thing w harumi oh my god that is the wippiest wip of a design dont even look #this is just her princess outfit though she has a diff fighter outfit #the thing is if she is a ninja i have no clue what her color should be #anyone else think too hard when making njg/lmk ocs.#like thinking abt what color bricks there are and what colors u can still use #and how a design would look on a minifig #sorry for being CRINGE but i cant stop thinking abour her…#i feel shes too much like me but better so it feels a bit weird #but shes more like me if i went theatre instead of stem #WHATEVER! i have an actual seperate like real cringe self insert ninjago oc Shes my for fun mary sue #bc making mary sue ocs is so fun #but rosel isnt like that shes like an actual character #ok i need to shut the up!

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everydayspamton · 9 days

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What time zone are you in bc in my time you post things around 2am so idk if you’re in a different timezone or you just don’t sleep 🤷‍♂️

Im in central daylight time and I normally post around 11pm to 1am (sometimes later, sometimes earlier) but i'm just on this schedule bc I work until midnight with my on-campus job lel... When i'm home again I'll probably start posting earlier

#daily spamton asks #not daily spamton

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knightyoomyoui · 1 year

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NaMoChaeng (Nayeon, Momo, & Chaeyoung) x M Reader- “Hello”

Happy 22K reads! Another new type of one-shot has made its debut in Set 4! Unlike all the previous TWICE member x Reader works including my OT9 TWICE x Reader series, this one will be different because it features multiple members but in units or duos/ships still alongside with you as the reader.

Btw, hope you all enjoy however I think this is just the same ugly story again made by your boy, Knight lels.

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"Let me repeat your orders again ma'am, for double-check," you said, looking at the notepad in your palm, your other hand holding the ballpen you just used to write down all of the customer's orders. "Two chimaek and a large bowl of jjangmyeon. All good, maam?"

"Yes," said the lady customer, who was seated with three other individuals at the table.

"Okay, just wait patiently for your orders to be served later, maam," you bowed respectfully as they said "thank you" for your service.

You went over the counter and passed the note to your coworker, the restaurant's cashier, to inform her of the newly taken order.

"Order from Table 36 there," you said, pointing to the table you had just approached.

"Here, take this next to-" your coworker was about to finish what she was about to say when she froze in her place and stared into the distance with the rest.

You were perplexed as to what had happened to her while you waited for the cashier to finish her remaining words.

"Uhh hey, you still there?" you clicked your fingers in an attempt to reawaken her senses, but it was unnecessary when she responded immediately after you spoke again.

"Where will I bring-"

"SSSHHHH!!!," she warned, gesturing you to be silent which effectively closing your lips with a mix of confusion and intimidation.

"Why, what-"

You turned around to see why she was still staring at the glass door behind him. As you did so, you realized what had made your coworker, as well as everyone else in the restaurant, silent and halt at their movements.

There are 3 women who just entered the restaurant from being assisted by the guards through opening the door for them quickly.

Based from what you can see, they are all looking very fabulous and eye-catching, even their outfits matches them all with the same color, style and design of clothing.

Every step they make felt like they are moving slower and slower the more they approach closer towards you as they make their way inside.

And when they did, you noticed that this woman with long black hair added with blonde highlights smirked as she got a glance of you before looking away and searched for seats for theirselves as the other 2 women follows her from behind and also looked briefly at you too.

"C-Chaewon?", you called the name of your closest fellow waiter who just appeared beside you in the edge of the counter.

Your eyes are still watching the back of these three ladies who snatched the "RESERVED" sign at the top of the table and thrown it away on the floor. They all began to sit as they pulled their own respective chairs.

"What?"

"Who are they?", your eyes remained focused on the girls who are now located their own spot. The janitor just picked the RESERVED sign on the floor and returned it back to our manager.

You didn't quite understand how weren't they affected much by it that they just stole someone's other bought position in the restaurant yet everyone around here seems to be unbothered for what they did.

Chaewon looked at you as she clunched her forehead and look at you with a little shock. "Wait, you don't know th-", her mouth then formed an "o" in realization as she remembered something right away. "Oh, I forgot you're just new to this place right?"

You simply nodded and apologetically gritted your teeth as you took it like its your fault. "Sorry."

"It's fine.", Chaewon assured, pushing her knuckled playfully right at your right shoulder.

You just moved to another city from Gangnam to Seocho still being part of Seoul, the capital of South Korea because the life you're living in there keeps on getting worse as you became desperate to successfully find a job that will help yourself survive everyday with your own daily needs after being financially troubled.

The rent owner of your previous apartment had you got kicked out of her place, thus leading you to sleep on the streets until you decided to try moving to another city for starting a new, much better life that will save you asay from worries and stress regarding financial issues.

Sometimes it got you thinking, wouldn't you end up in this current scenario if your parents didn't die on that fire accident occured in the public market they once had their fish selling business there?

After many attempts and maintaining yourself to stay positive and never give up on searching for a job position, you finally got employed as a waiter in a fast food chain.

Your performance so far during all these months since you got hired was pretty average, the same with the salary you're getting but enough to make you satisfy because you aren't the type of person who complains and gets ungrateful with what he receives.

"Well, those three ladies are the mayor's daughters, and they're also the richest people in our community," Chaewon said, explaining how well-known these people are among Seocho residents and what distinguishes them from the others.

"Everyone pays respect for them because of everything they've done here, and for sure we don't want to mess with them.", she continued as both of you are now secretly looking sideways at the three girls who are now having their orders taken by one of their fellow waiters.

Chaewon narrowed her space between you and her and leaned her head aside closer to you as she covered her face while whispering to you. "I heard a rumor that a guy went missing for half a year now because he threw a stone at the mayor's car.",

You looked at her, dumbfounded written all over your face. "Oh... wow... really?", she nodded in confirmation. "Well, that's terrifying.", you shook your body from the goosebumps.

"I just noticed, they never visited here before unlike today so it kinda shocks me a bit that they chose to eat here since they're you know, expensive.", she Chaewon shrugged her shoulders.

"I mean, maybe they wanted to try it out here?", you guessed.

"You may be right.", she took your point well. She moves away her back from being pressed at the cold marble counter and grabbed her freshly cooked order in a tray brought by the staff. "Oh, well we should just continue and do our work well to avoid getting scolded by them now. Just act normally, okay?", she patted your shoulder and you nodded in response.

You resumed on serving other customers, going through their tablrs and courteously greeting them before receiving their preferred orders.

Little did you know that while you're busy on your duty, the three ladies kept on watching your moves everywhere as you do your own thing around the restaurant.

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"God I'm so hungry. There's mac and cheese at the fridge though but... I never tasted real food for weeks now.", you mumbled to yourself, caressing your stomach when exactly at the same time it growled in hunger while walking at the sidewalk.

You are on your way back to your rented home after your shift ended, resturant closed and seperating ways with Chaewon.

You unexpectedly bumped into several gangsters who had just gone out after loitering around their spot as you were going to pass through an alley in the neighborhood, which caught their attention.

"Yo, asshole, watch where you're going!" he said after catching his deliquent friend who got pushed away from colliding with your body.

"I- I'm sorry I didn't notice you guys come out," you hastily apologized after sensing their annoyance at your presence.

You realized this wasn't going to end well, so you jumped at the chance to get out of this risky situation. "Please excuse me, but I have to g-go home."

You could only take one step before the gangster blocked your path, preventing you from completing your walk. You came to a halt once more as you noticed the other three thugs begin to circle you and had you all encircled.

"Woah woah hold on there, we aren't done yet," the gangster who appears to be the leader of their group said as he grabbed your sleeve and squeezed it along with your shoulder, fingers buried down to your skin that's enough to leave some bruises.

You stayed still, but your body shivered with terror. "Stay precisely where you are, just for a minute, okay?"

"Look at him, don't wet your pants boy," gang #1 said as he catched your scared face and trembling body from their intimidating and merciless agenda they're putting up against you.

"Please... I don't mean no trouble," you began to beg as you still stood up with your own argument that you didn't meant to raise a commotion with them.

"Yeah, I know you do... as long as you give us all the money you're keeping there in your pretty wallet," gang #2 said, looking at the bulging pocket of your pants in the form of your wallet inside.

"B-but... it's all I have left, and I need this-"

"Well, we need it more now! You will give it, or... we will take it from you in a hard way and make you regret dealing with us." He then grabbed your collar and crumpled it, pulling your body forward towards him and speaking very closely to your face, the smell of alcohol and cigarette is present at this guy.

"No, please let me go, this is all I have left," you said.

"Too stubborn, aren't we?"

"Goddamnit, you know what? Let's kick his ass," gang #1 grumbled irritatingly. it didn't take long for them to interpret it as a demand w hen gang #3 kneed your midsection, bending your body in agony from the impact,

They started attacking you, violently kicking and punching all over your body until they were interrupted by a loud car horn.

They stared eagerly to see where the light originated from because it was so bright and it was getting noisier too.

A roofless pink Lamborghini with three hot women seated in a sassy style along to the hip-hop music they're playing aloud in the background was slowly coming through the white smoke streaming around, being exposed with the postlights of a very silent street.

They ran outside and stood in front of the automobile, confronting the three thugs to avoid them from nearly killing you.

"Hello," says the well-built lady standing in the center.

"Well... well... well... look what we have here," thug #1 said, extending his arms in awe. "If it isn't us being so lucky tonight. What are you three fine looking girls doing here and slacking off in the middle of the night?"

"We run up this city ya'll, that's why," she said confidently. This is the same girl who smirked at you previously since she has long hair with blonde highlights.

"So let him go, we'll take care of him ourselves," her sibling with brown long wavy hair standing on her right spoke next.

"I know who you are, Miss Hot Stuff, but you must stop meddling with our business here; not everything is about you three," gangster #2 said, chuckling with his friends as he pointed to his back, where your weakened body laying down on the road. "We've got this just fine."

"Really? Then show us."

"Excuse me?" he said, his brow furrowed in complexion.

"From what we saw a few minutes ago, your hits appear to be far less painful than what we can give," remarked the woman with long wavy black hair standing on the left side with her sisters, the smallest of the three.

"Oh, you want to put us to the test?" ooohed gangster #3 with interest. "I'm sorry, sweetheart; as much as I want to avoid ruining your lovely faces and... hell... even to enjoy your delici-"

The brown haired lady launched a side kick right to his midsection, causing his body to shift backwards, preventing gang #1 from finishing what he was about to say while looking at her with lustful eyes.

"Keep your dirty words away from us.", she hissed at them as a warning.

"So, anyone want to try?" said the woman with black and blonde highlights on her hair, issuing an open challenge to these gangsters.

They all agreed as they tried to assault them. The small woman rolled back and snatched their baton inside the car while her two sisters easily fought off the three gangsters with their impressive fighting skills until she butted in and began whacking one of the gangsters' hand with her baton as he was about to shoot her blonde haired sister with a gun.

"Run while you can, but you'll never escape us," the blonde streak lady yelled into the distance, as the three progressively faded out of sight as they ran longer.

"They'll still be destroyed," the brown haired woman replied solemnly while pounding and clutching the baton with her hand and palm.

"You got a trace of their faces, right unnie?" the smallest of their group asked.

"Of course, little cub. No need to ask that question," she replied smugly, earning only an eyeroll and a playful pretend of being super done over her sister's prideful attitude for her photographic memory gift from the gods.

The two then walked to approach their sister and the girl you first encountered kneeling in front of your unconscious body. They saw some bruises and a bit of blood splattered in your face and staining your uniform.

"Girls, he's down.", she said to her two siblings and they all exchanged similar nod of head as a part of the signal on what should they do next for you.

(THE NEXT DAY, MORNING)

You woke up in an unfamiliar room as you heard an alarmed loudly rang to do its purpose.

Slowly rubbling your eyes and releasing a last heavy yawn, you looked around and noticed that some of the parts of your body like the face, arms, midsection and legs were covered in bandage and gauze. You were checking all the things inside and just as when you returned back at the medium-sized comfy bed, a maid appeared on the door.

"Good morning, it seems you're now awake, sir.", the middle-aged looking maid greeted you with her hands clasped at each other.

"Uhh good morning. Where am I?", you asked while stretching your body.

"Come downstairs, seek the answer by yourself. They want to see you anyways, sir.", the maid only answered like that and left the front of the room you are in.

"Who's we?", you muttered to himself. You went out of the bedroom and followed what the maid says.

As you reached the ground floor, what surrounds you took you out in awe. The place definitely looks like a magnificent and shimmering interior of a huge mansion.

"This way, sir.", he followed the maid from behind asthey walked througg outside of what it seems like a wide garden with a fountain can be seen in the middle and some mini maze along with bunch of flowers arranged perfectly.

He roamed his gaze around until he saw something that got him very nervous and shy to respond.

"Oh my god... why are they here- W-wait, am I in their... oh no.", you panickedly asked yourself inside your mind.

"You can now go-"

"S-sorry lady, but where is the entrance door here?" you said hesitantly, turning your body over. The maid merely looked at you befuddled, as to why you appear so afraid of her bosses, "I c-can't-..."

"Just don't, YN. We know what you're trying to do." said a feminine voice next to you. You sighed and closed your eyes, preparing to meet them again, but this time... You'll have to do it alone.

You slowly rotated your body around and walked towards the three women you first saw yesterday, who were sitting in metal chairs with various foods on top of their rounded shaped table.

"We just want you to join us for breakfast, relax," said the woman, who, if you're not mistaken, gave you that intriguing smirk before heading her way to their dining spot.

"And we hate repeating ourselves, so mind if you don't piss us off early in the morning, would ya?" the small girl said as her demeanor and tone imbued with angst. You took a deep breath in response to what she had just said.

"O-okay... I'm sorry," you said, nodding your head. You took a step closer to them and only stood alongside them when the brown haired woman denied the notion of you remaining like that for the rest of the conversation.

"No need for that, come here and sit with us," she said, motioning you to follow and sit very close to these ladies.

"Don't be scared, okay, we won't bite... unless you like," said the woman who gave you the same exact smirk last night as she noticed you getting tense just being around them. She laughed as your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you caught the lip bite she performed after her joke.

"Momo-unnie, will you be grateful? There's food in front of you," said the girl with a mole beneath her small red lips as she sliced the croissant bread in her plate.

"You act like you don't know me well, little cub. I always crave for more and more especially if I found it... delicious.", this woman who keeps teasing you which you learned that her name is Momo based from what her sister called her traced you with by her eyes up and down. A blush crept up on your cheeks after hearing what she just said.

"Stop it, you two.",the brown bunny looking girl warned her chaotic and playful sisters. "Anyways. You must be wondering where the hell you are today.", she continued talking without looking at you as her eyes still focused on her meal. "You're in our property and no you didn't trespassed."

"We're the ones who took you here.", the small girl followed up.

"And you must thank us for that, we saved your ass from being squashed out there last night," Momo said, explaining why you ended up in here after having no idea what happened after the beating you received from those gangsters.

It also makes sense now why you got treated and thus preserving the stinging pain from the affected areas of your body to prevent hurting you further.

If it weren't for them, you may have been left as a dead body laying down the street when your breath degraded from the number of strikes you received. You owe them your life.

"T-Thank you, Miss..."

"Nayeon, Im Nayeon.", the brown haired bunny finally introduces herself by revealing her name. "I forgot we haven't got to introduce ourselves, our apologies."

"Hirai Momo," you already knew her name, but you were relieved to learn that you now also knew her full name, which was somewhat... distinctive and unmistakably non-Korean You predicted that Momo might be of a different nationality based on her appearance, accent, and name.

"Son Chaeyoung," the third sister and, it appears, the youngest, also shared her given name.

"We all may have different surnames, but that's just their way of bringing on the name of their bloodline after they were abandoned due to some... unfortunate events," Nayeon clarified to alleviate any confusion that may have emerged after hearing why they don't share the same surname despite them being siblings. They don't appear to have husbands yet, so that possibility was ruled out.

"And my family took them both to make us be as one. A little unfair, what's your name then, pretty boy?", Nayeon gave you the freedom to also introduce yourselves just like what they did.

"Y/N. L/N Y/N."

"Cute name. Now I know what I'll be moan-"

Chaeyoung dropped her fork and spoon to her plate, causing it to create a loud glass banging sound. "UNNIE!", she aggressively scolded her older sister although that wasn't her mostly rights to do so. Your eyes widened when you heard that suspicious word from Nayeon.

" Aish, zip it cub. As if you don't think the same way.", Momo rolled her eyes out and cross her arms below her chest.

Chaeyoung's face flared with some heat of guilt and embarassment as she caught with that. "D-damn you, unnie."

Nayeon returned to being serious as she engaged you more in conversation about some specific topic regarding the reason for being an outsider who doesn't belong at all in this kind of place. "Anyway, when we first saw you back at the restaurant... you seemed fascinating, and we thought of a plan to have you because we all have the same views," she began to explain. "Of course, it worked because..."

"We always get what we want," Momo boasted with a smug grin on her face. "We kept our eyes on you till we eventually decided to come back and locate you, and there you go. We spotted you there getting targeted by those scums, and we just lured them away," she added, amazed that they not only saved you but also made those gangsters threaten them.

"Mind if we ask, how's your job? Do you like it?" Chaeyoung queried as she sipped her hot tea.

"Honestly speaking, I do not. Things would turn out different if only my boss gets to be fair and treat us properly.", you said with a disappointing tone before you finally get your hands in your utensils to help yourself eat your own breakfast that was made exclusively for you.

"What does your boss do to you and your fellow employees?"

"Well he mostly give us overtime, scolds us that much, hell he doesn't even value our hardwork well and only gives us such small amount of salary. He's simply bad, if I must say.", you described as those moments replayed back inside your head.

"Alright then, let's go to my next question if that so.", Chaeyoung said, looking at you intently. "What if we tell you we got something to offer for you."

"W-what is it, Miss Chaeyoung?", you stuttered, curious as to what is it they have reserved for you.

"We want you become our companion. Pure basics, that's all.", Nayeon said.

"W-wait... what does this mean?"

"It means you'll stay with us and keep us company; let's say that's also your job," Momo clarified.

"We'd also want to meet some new friends to... get together with, where we could invite for some fun too," Chaeyoung added, snickering at the last words since she knew she purposely made it double-meaning, but luckily you didn't get it totally as naivety seized control of you.

"And we tell you that once you say yes, you won't regret it. As long as you convince us that you're worth it. We are always loyal to our words."

"About the salary also, leave it to us. It's way better than what your boss can give you. You want to get satisfied, so as we and both of us can get what we want. Win-win situation.", Momo assured you.

"So, what do you say?"

"O-ofcourse, yes! I'll take it.", you immediately accepted their offer, stopping from eating to state your answer at these ladies who were anticipating to hear it from you. "I need it so bad to survive and pay all my debts please."

"I knew it would be that easy," Nayeon said casually, leaning back in her chair, relieved and pleased with your decision. She shared a smile with her step-sisters, who were feeling the same way she was. "Your duty begins as soon as you are fully recovered; for the time being, take a break, and we'll keep you in our care."

You quickly stood up and bowed your head in gratitude and appreciation for their assistance.

As of now, you can consider yourself lucky because you never imagined that from what these kind-hearted people saw and heard about your situation and how you act in the eyes of everyone would prompt them to lend you the assistance you will undoubtedly require and are likely expecting you to use it wisely.

"Thank you again, Miss Nayeon, Miss Momo, and Miss Chaeyoung; I will do my best never to let you down."

As you bent your head in gratitude, smiling and tearing up in delight at their wonderful gesture of blessing, the three of them glanced at each other and sneered in triumph that they now have you in their possession.

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They have kept their word weeks later. The girls were treating you well, providing you with food and proper clothing, as well as converting the guest room you used to sleep in when they brought you into their mansion into your own temporary large bedroom only for yourself and many more.

You also resigned to your workplace for good.

You reasoned that all of this was insufficient for a simple thank you. That's why you kept reminding yourself every day that you needed to do something in return for them to match the value of what they were giving you.

You're also gradually and steadily impressing the females with your abilities to correctly execute your position as their butler/ companion.

Still, not at all times during your stay with them were calm and peaceful. Sometimes you also got to endure all the scoldings then proceeded by a little teasing and seducing you receive from the girls which you quietly admit; you do found it intimidating yet sexy and alluring for him that had you perturbed and troubled by it.

Momo appearing behind YN who is cooking their dinner with her freshly new bathed body only covered in towel, Chaeyoung commanding to help her spread sunblock all over her body while wearing swimsuit and all of them teasing him while they're swimming in their pool.

(FLASHBACK)

"Hey, after this breakfast... would you join me to exercise?", she requested after swallowing a spoonful of java rice and bits of bacon from her plate. "Wait, have you already taken a bath?"

"Not yet, Miss.", you said, shaking your head. "Sure, why not Miss Nayeon. I could use it to wind up before starting my day."

Nayeon nodded and beamed a smile. "Good, we can sweat off before getting into shower...

... unless you wanna join me to save water?"

You nearly got choked from drinking your orange juice after Nayeon said that. That didn't left unnoticed by Nayeon as she constantly laughed at your astounded reaction.

You became silent as you felt awkward, nervous and embarassed with your cheeks blushing intensely.

"Just kidding.", she cutely laughed and clapped her hand in amusement. She saw you slowly stood up from your seat, bring your empty plate with you to the kitchen just to release the uneasiness you felt being with her on the table.

"Hey wait for me then let's change after.", you just simply nodded as you have no more words to say for her next.

Now geared up with your workout attire, some simple sweatpants, clean gray t-shirt and your own mid-looking sneakers, you entered Nayeon's own gym and took the treadmill first while she went performing pilates.

And, yeah, you weren't safe enough from the teaseful bunny when it's very evident while you're running on the treadmill that she's purposefully bending her body with her curves all presented to you, especially her backdoor pointing straight at you and her head tilting with a menacing grin, causing you to only shake your head for mercy.

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"What are you cooking at, YN?", you heard Momo asked from behind while you're focused cooking the food you chose for you and them to eat for tonight.

"Oh, uhh Miss Hirai tonight's dinner is-", you placed down the spatula at the container where you placed some ingredients a while ago and turned around.

Only to have your eyes met with the figure of Momo standing... with her body barely covered in white towel. Just as when your vision accidentally dropped to that cleavage peeking out from the fabric, you leaned your face away to avoid yourself get misunderstood as a pervert.

"OH MY GOD.... S-SORRY, I DIDN'T KNOW Y-YOU'RE... FRESH OUT OF BATH...", you frantically apologized but that only resulted with a giggle from her.

"You're cute, YN. Get used to it, you're living here with us now.", she said. You returned back from cooking, grabbing some bowl to place the food once it is done. "Maybe someday, you'll be seeing more than this.", your ears flared at the possible hidden meaning behind it.

"Can I see how's your cooking so far?", you sensed her walking closer to your side. Her scent was so refreshing and undeniably pleasant. An aroma of jasmine and lavender is present withing her.

She stood beside you and grabbed your shoulder randomly as she peeked at the overview of the meal and inspecting it closer, her chest kinda pressing against your arm as you tried to endure the awkwardness and uncomfiness you feel. You don’t know whether she’s doing this on purpose or not but even if you want to tell her about this, it may sound too weird so you have no other choice but to just let it be. She hummed in satisfaction from her judgement. "Looks delicious, can't wait taste you-", she elicited a soft yet seducing voice when she said that, gulping heavily at her attempt.

"Oops I meant the food.", she fakely realized her mistake, poking the tip of your nose.

Before she walked away, she leaned closer one more to you another ear. "But it wasn't a joke either.", she giggled. What she said caused you to get stunned and left blushing intensely at how daring this Japanese woman is.

"Call us if its ready now.", she reminded you before she went upstairs to go to her room and wear her new clothes.

"Y-yes, Miss Hirai."

~~~~~

"YN, come here.", Chaeyoung gestured at you to get near to her.

"Yes, Miss Son?", you asked as you stood beside her, both hands locked at back.

"Would you help me apply sunscreen to my body?", she asked after placing the magazine she's reading back at the table. She grabbed the bottle of sunscreen below her chair and gave it to you

"Do I have the permission, Miss?", you repeated for assurance nervously because you're knew you're about to go to touch her entire body to spread lotion all over it.

"If it's you, then yes.", Chaeyoung said, bouncing her head once. " You're free to touch and feel me anytime, boy.", she crept up a wide curve at one edge of her lips and once again, you had the same reaction to what Nayeon and Momo's teaseful words they have in her pockets.

You took the bottle away from Chaeyoung's grip as she repositioned her posture on the folding beach chair, her front body pressed below and exposing her entire back and perfect sculptured body shape to you.

"Now hurry up and start."

(END OF FLASHBACK)

Aside from these, you also found their cute and soft side that adds to the effectiveness that there is starting to grow some strange and deep feelings you're having from the girls.

For Nayeon, it started when you watched a movie together with her on her bedroom. Right when the movie rolled its credits, Nayeon fell asleep in your shoulder and her cute plump cheeks squished at your collarbone.

You stared at her adorable looks before helping her to lay down on the bed and make her sleep comfortable.

Next, for Momo, it began with some fundamental teachings to slowly learn how to battle and combat with your opponents effortlessly. She is your instructor because she is the most skilled in this zone, having won multiple jiu-jitsu, karate taekwondo, and other martial arts tournaments.

She demonstrates you how to trap someone on the ground so he couldn't dodge your attacks. With her posing as your opponent, you got her trapped in your arms just to set yourself up in an extremely uneasy and fluttering deep eye to eye contact. It allowed you to take some time to appreciate how much more stunning she is up close before breaking up the moment with a false cough and removing yourself on top of her.

And lastly on Chaeyoung, it started when you accompanied her to visit some vintage shops, fashion markets and even having a picnic with her.

You enjoyed it so much with her that even your admiration towards her increased because of how she's the most easiest one for you to get along with since your humor matches with her during your talk with her and not to mention, her own style and definition of beauty got you in awe.

However, this only makes you confused on knowing who is the first one responsible for making you become like this because you believe that you must only choose one of them.

On the other hand, you didn't know that due to your own personal attractive looks and kind personality too by treating the girls respectfully and with pure gentle, it add to the points of each one of them to fall in love with you at the same time.

(3 MONTHS LATER)

It's been 3 months since you were assigned by the three sisters, right now you joined the girls outside to attend an occasion celebrating the 50th Anniversary of the foundation of their municipality of Seocho.

Standing at the same stage behind Lim Jihoon, the mayor of the city, Nayeon's beloved biological father and Momo and Chaeyoung's step-father who took the lead of the ceremony by delivering his speech to the citizens and the media.

"Today, as we commemorate and celebrate another historic milestone of our city with love and respect, let us not always forget every hardship, dedication and sacrifice that ouf forefathers has put into our municipality.", Mayor Lim spoke to the microphone, moving his head back and forth to watch the crowd in front of him attentively listening to his speech.

"From what I can see for the future of our city as long as we'll stay committed and love what we're doing, I believe our city could improve more as time progresses. Thank you and once again, Happy 70th Anniversary to Seocho!", everyone clapped their hands as he finished.

As he bowed after placing down his microphone and stepped away from the podium, you quickly saw someone from the crowd just standing at the first row from the left pulling out his knife.

He stood from his seat and rushed through the stage, not tsking even the staircase at the side just to charge through the Mayor.

"MAYOR LIM!", the suspect got near to the Mayor and the knife was buried down to the flesh. As he slowly gets up from his feet, he met a low blow and a smooth roundhouse kick coming from Momo herself, effectively knocking him out to the ground for the guards and other guests to arrest this stranger.

He may have successfully hurt someone, but he had no idea that he actually failed because the target was left unharmed.

Instead, it got you when you quickly tackled the Mayor aside but the blade of the knife hits your left stomach.

"A-are you okay, Mayor?", you asked Mayor Lim who is lying down beneath you.

" I-I am.", he nodded while breathing heavily. He felt something wet was dripping to his hand. As he take a look at it, he was taken aback that it was actually blood coming out of your wounded stomach.

"Hey, wait... y-you're bleeding.", just as when the Mayor shouted including the girls to ask for emergency, you collapsed beside him and fell unconscious on the stage.

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You slowly opened your eyes and met by a strong struck of bright white lighting from the ceiling.

Recovering your vision from blurry back to normal, you felt your left arm hravy as if a weight was compressing it. Looking below you, it was Momo's head laid on your arm as she sounded asleep.

You also saw Chaeyoung sleeping on the couch and there's Nayeon whose legs are being used by the younger as a pillow while sitting and typing focusedly on her phone.

You cleared your throat as you prepared to speak to grab the other awake person in the room. "N-Nayeon."

She heard it quickly, dragging down her phone away as she slightly raised her sight to see you now fully awake. Her eyes largened and immediately shook Chaeyoung's sleeping body followed by Momo.

" YN!", they all shouted your name simultaneously. Momo hugged you right away while Nayeon and Chaeyoung rushed to your other side.

"Finally you're awake.", Nayeon said as she patted your leg.

"How are you feeling?", Momo asked.

"We got so worried about you.", Chaeyoung said.

"Wait wait, girls please calm down.", you calmed them down to ease theirselves from rapid firing the questions they want to ask regarding your condition worriedly. "I'm fine... it's just my stomach... kinda stings a little.", you winced as another finger-pinch like level of pain just irritatingly appeared.

"That was such a crazy idea what you did back there earlier.", Momo said, slapping your arm gently in a slight frustration before her lips went formed into a frown afterwards. " You took the stab instead of my father who was suppose to receive it."

"But... we would like to thank you so much for saving our father, YN.", Nayeon said, warm smile in her face.

"He could've died after the speech but thanks to you, you selflessly risked yourself to protect our father.", Momo said.

"Not a problem at all. That's what I need to do, I can't let the girls I'm keeping company with to get emotional damaged if I just let and watch their own father die athough I knew something like it could happen which I can prevent with.", you humbly appreciated their pleasing remarks, softly smiling in return for them.

The door of your hospital room then opened, revealing Mayor Lim along with his two bodyguards carrying a basket of fruits and a paper bag.

"Oh, you're now up I see.", Mayor Lim said after he walked near at your bed.

"Mayor.", you acknowledged him.

"So you're YN.", Mayor Lim hummed interestingly, glaring at her three daughter with a tightlipped smile. "My daughters told me about you. You're their new found friend who's serving also a butler for these three."

"I am, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you.", you and him handshaked.

"Same as I, especially now that I know this man in front of me saved my life in front of the public not for fame but as by your own will for my protection.", he smiled.

"I wanted to face you personally and send my deepest gratitude for what you did. I owe you a lot, how could I repay you?"

"Uhm, sorry sir but it's fine... you can k-", you were then interrupted by him to decline ahead what you're about to say.

"No, take it.", he waved his head and arms to persuade you. "Fine, I'll be the one who'll decide in your behalf. Go spend a vacation with my daughters.", your mouth parted as you gasped in shock. Meanwhile the girls silently celebrated in excitement from what they heard to their father.

"Leave to me everything, rest assured that it'll be all sorted out quickly. And don't you dare decline, YN.", he jokingly threatened you. "In our family, we always get what we want.", he said exactly the sentence his daughters also mentioned months ago when you had your first conversation with them.

You guessed that maybe it was their family's main catchphrase or whatsoever, but you know they meant it for real because if it isn't, you weren't be sharing the same space with them as of the moment.

"O-okay... thank you so much for that, Mayor Lim even though that wasn't needed.", you chuckled awkwardly.

"There you go.", he impressively reacted. He looked at his silver wristwatch and fixed his suit. "I have to go now, I still have to meet the press and state the update.", he said, moving his head around to look at you and his daughters.

"Take care my daughters and also you YN, get well soon."

"Be safe, Mayor Lim."

"Bye dad.", they group hugged their father and was returned with a pat on each of their crowns before he exits the room and closed the door.

All four of you looked at each other with a wide smile.

"Well, what more we could say, let's spend together your reward well YN.", Nayeon said and you nodded understandably back to her.

(2 WEEKS LATER)

Based on what you four discussed about where you should all go for vacation, it was decided that you will go to Hawaii with them based on how Nayeon started the recommendation, which was followed by Momo and Chaeyoung's desire to visit that place.

You didn't argued about it and just followed what they wanted because technically, the money given to you by their father still belongs to them, so you can't just take full control of the vacation plan.

Spending for a week being in there, all of you explored every tourist spots in Hawaii and captured your precious moments having them throughout the whole tour. All you can tell about it was that it might be the happiest days you've ever had in your entire life so far. Never thought you'll be meeting such people like them and gain connection and closeness with Nayeon, Momo and Chaeyoung despite of the huge diversity between each of your social statuses.

Now returned back to South Korea a week later, you are now sitting inside the car with Momo and Chaeyoung on each of your sides. Nayeon is operating the wheels as she drives you all to this unknown destination they've been saying that you must be in there for you to learn why do they have to keep this as a surprise.

Nayeon slowed down the speed of the car and parked it. She informed you three in the passenger's seat that you four have reached the place. Getting off the car, you followed the three step-sisters as all of you slowly heads onto a structure that is almost near from being completely constructed.

It has been painted now that contributes design and decoration to attract people who could see this. The structure is pretty wide and tall and as what you can see on how it was stylized, it looks like a newly soon to be opened expensive restaurant serving Korean and Japanese dishes which you can't surely afford based on how the artistic representation of cultures were perfectly mixed and balanced and ofcourse, you never entered such restaurant like how this will suppose to be.

As your jaw dropped in amazement at how magnificent it looks, still looking up and staring at the exterior being shined by the bright postlights, Nayeon asked you something.

"How was it?"

"Stupendous and amazing.", you said it with awe, not letting the gap of your mouth to sealed out of astonishment.

"Do you like it?", Momo asked you, crossing her arms as she smiled at your flabbergasted reaction.

"Yeah, all of it looks so cool.", you nodded.

"Great..." Chaeyoung responded.

... because that's all yours. Even the suit you're wearing and the car we brought with us."

You went into utter disbelief after hearing it from Chaeyoung. Furrowing your eyebrows in an immense confusion, you turned your head fast at Chaeyoung to ask if your hearing functioned properly when she said it: "E-excuse me? What?"

" You heard me. I hate repeating myself remember?", Chaeyoung blurted lazily.

You ditched your act as you let go of the overwhelming sensation you're experiencing right now. "S-seriously?" they all asked, smiling as they nodded. You choked on your breath at how unreal this is. "O-oh God, sorry but no I... can't accept this."

Nayeon went closer to you and tilted her head sideways to glance at you ridiculously. "Why not?"

"I just don't feel like I deserve so much of these.", you shrugged, sighing heavily on your negative comment regarding on the perspective you have to yourself when it comes to them.

"You girls have been providing me everything, spending luxurious and costly foods, attires, allowing me to reside in your mansion, and now I'll find out that I also have my own business and car now?" you enumerated. "T-this is enough, girls... I feel like you three are turning into my sugar mommies or something, so I think we should stop here," you said, your head bowed in shame.

"No, we want to do it that's why and you don't even have to worry it about it. We don't care if we are spending money too much on you that makes us your sugar mommies because... well, we actually like the sound of it huh.", Nayeon said, sniggering at the idea of them keeping it real as their roles in your life now since it was the truth anyways.

" We don't mind it and we have no problem being like that to you... and atleast we know it wasn't getting wasted and is in good hands."

"Unnie's right.", Momo seconded. "As what you said too that you don't deserve any of this, if that was true then why haven't we get you kicked out of the house yet?", she questioned you about the logic, which you remained silent because she's making a point you can't deny. She took your silence as the answer to prove her reason.

"Exactly, because you impressed us and earned our respect and trust after everything you've done for us on allowing yourself to accompany us, showing your good-hearted personality, work to serve and most importantly, saving our father's life."

"We don't know anymore if thats ain't enough for the proofs, YN.", Chaeyoung joined her sisters to assure you that you weren't being such a burden to them leading you to overthink too much.

"So, don't you dare say it to our face that you don't deserve any of this because you are worth it. And not only actually from all of what Momo-unnie said, you got another thing from us that we don't have a problem dealing with it no longer.", Chaeyoung then blushed as she knew that she just changed the topic and knows where is this gonna go. Momo and Nayeon noticed it but you didn't due to how oblivious you are. They took it as a signal for them to begin.

"You're worthy to receive everything for us because we... we love you, YN.", Nayeon said it seriously in front of your face, trying her best to keep her composure.

"E-ehh? W-what?", you exclaimed, too bewildered at what's happenin now that the very unexpected revelation was just started by Nayeon herself. "N-not... no way, wait all of you... love me?", you asked once again with your crumpled face expression.

"Ever since we saw back at the restaurant you were previously working on, our interest got pinned at that time on you", Momo took the honors to explain what's gotten into them falling in love with some broke-ass, less than average, unattractive stranger like you.

"And when we got you, it increased more with admiration by just how better you are than those stupid rich men who can't provide what we're looking for and what we want from them."

"You made yourself differ from them.", Chaeyoung pinpointed. "We know that you must chose one, and so as we. We did try to compete against each other on who could stole your heart... but the further we go, we came up with a better idea.", she nailed exactly what she mentioned about your thoughts when you developed the same romantic fond and strong feelings to your heart whenever you're with them.

"So, YN... answer us honestly first, who do you secretly hold strong feelings among the three of us?", Nayeon inquired curiously as well as Momo and Chaeyoung who are now expecting for your answer.

"I...

"I don't...", their heart skipped.

"I actually do like all of you too.", you declared, all of them slightly surprised by it because they knew no one can compare to them. They were quite looking forward to it already that they will successful enchant and hypnotize you with their dizzying and attracting combined charms one day... which was already arrived at this moment.

They can see it also in your face all along even if you hide it.

It made them felt relived that they made you broke out from your innocence and unsuspecting trait.

"And I admit, I started to grow feelings for all three of you from how you girls treat me and changed my horrible life back from being peaceful after that single hello before when we all first talked together.", you recalled, smiling at that memory that you never thought would led you in this situation. "I tried to decide at first on who would I pick but these days it makes it even more complicated."

"So does that mean you love all three of us?", Chaeyoung asked for clarification althought it seems like it actually what she's thinking along with her sisters.

"I-I do.", you rubbed your arm nervously. All othree of them smiled sweetly at your response that felt so soothing for them to hear.

Momo went closer to you, grabbing your hand from clutching at your arm as her touch helps you to calm down and throw away your uneasiness about the confession you made.

She tangled her own hand against yours and softly smiled at how great it looks and feels holding hands with a beautiful woman like Momo. "Then love us together.", she suggested.

Nayeon walked behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist. "You're ours and we're all yours anyways, YN. What do you say?", she said it near at your right ear, feeling her breath tickling you a little from it's contact to your skin. She snuggled her face at the crook of your neck after, inhaling your intoxicating manly perfume scent.

"I-I could do that.", you nodded in assurance. " I promise I will love all three of you by doubling my efforts to do my best on giving all my attention and to pour all my love and care on each one of you equally and with fairness just to be a good boyfriend for you three.", you sweared to your words, smiling at Momo in front of you, Chaeyoung at your side and Nayeon at your back.

Chaeyoung then locked your arms with hers and cuddled with it adorably just like the little small but terrible cub she is.

"And that's all we need to know.", Chaeyoung then leaned her face closer, placing a peck of kiss to your left cheek. Nayeon followed afterwards by kissing your right cheek and finally Momo took the jackpot by hitting the bullseye with her lips connecting with yours.

She saw Nayeon and Chaeyoung pouting, as they felt like they got robbed of the opportunity. "Sorry girls.", she said as poked her lips twice teasing them more. You just blushed at her actions.

"We love you, YN.", they expressed their heartwarming love for you.

"I love you girls too.", you reciprocated. They all grinned widely before they had you encased in a tight group hug. You gave another kiss to each top of their heads once more to show your warm affection towards them as their new boyfriend.

"As long as you're with us, your life will always change for the better.", Momo guaranteed you. You know that will happen so you just let them do it while you also do yours by being passionate and committed on having them as your lovers.

"Let's go back to our home now, we can continue to celebrate there.", Nayeon insisted. "I bought us some wine to drink and maybe... increase our level of fun there tonight if we could.", they all smirked mischieviously which made you stunned and gulp tensefully at their seducive expressions. You remained speechless as they giggled at their teasing at you again.

Back at the red and black colored convertible Ford Mustang car which is now all yours, all of you hopped in with you now taking the lead on driving it for the first time as the owner.

During the drive across the towering overpass bridge , they all vibed and sang along to their favorite music in this moment above the open city as their own fanfare with their hands up in the air along the overflowing joy they feel of successfully establishing a new relationship with you, with these three hottest and baddest chicks now officially your girlfriends and presumably now joining them on running the whole city too.

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hey guys so uh

i had an idea LOL just forget everything I said in the last post LMAO im so embarrassing-

this is just a little drabble because I do still have the urge to write just not my more drawn-out projects if that makes sense-

well anyway enjoy lel

WARNINGS: Cursing and discussing torture topics

Quit Distracting Us, Cartman! (Ler Cartman/ Lees Kyle, Kenny, and Stan)

Mr. Garrison talks about interesting historical torture practices throughout the ages in his classroom, but one of them is more diabolical than the rest...

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"Okay children, let's take our seats. Today we will be discussing different methods of torture practiced throughout history, as your history exam has a section on this topic. Flip your textbooks to page 202, please."

Mr. Garrison started writing on his chalkboard the lesson for the day while the fourth-graders set up their desks and flipped their textbooks. Kyle, Kenny, Stan, and Eric sat at their respective desks and took out their pencils and books.

"And then- and then I was like, "No way homo!" And I shot him with my-" Cartman rambled about a video game he was playing the night before to his friends (who couldn't care less, for the record) before Mr. Garrison interrupted him.

"Eric Cartman, take your textbook out and flip to page 202. We're talking torture topics today." Mr. Garrison instructed. Mr. Garrison might as well have told Cartman he was taking him on a surprise trip to Disneyland. His face lit up with childlike wonder as he took out his textbook.

"Torture topics?! Why didn't you say so?! Hurry up already and teach!" Cartman quickly flipped his book to the page and got his pencils and notebook set up to take studious notes. He's never been so well-prepared for a class in his life.

"Okay then children, today we will be discussing Ancient China and the torture methods they used against their people who committed crimes in the village. One of the most common torture methods was tattooing. Now, this may not seem like a-" Mr. Garrison went on describing torture methods used by the Ancient Chinese; the children wincing at some and grimacing at others, while Cartman drank it all in.

He didn't care if they were more of the boring ones or the more gruesome ones, he viewed them all one and the same. He felt so informed and educated. If only school were like this all the time.

Kyle held his throat while Stan winced and wrote down notes in his notebook while Mr. Garrison was finishing up with the Han Dynasty.

"Now children, nobility of Ancient China could be tortured as well for their crimes, but due to their status, they were given a punishment that would be considered light to most people. The method of choice was tickling, or tickling torture, as it was painless and left no marks behind on the noble's skin. The Ancient Chinese reserved tickling torture for nobles and those in positions of authority." Mr. Garrison read from his textbook.

Murmurs started going around the classroom and snickers at the goofy idea.

"Tickling as torture?" Wendy asked.

"It doesn't even hurt," Craig noted.

"That sounds awesome," Cartman remarked, starstruck. Kyle shivered at the idea while Stan held his breath. Kenny was playing with his pencil to distract himself when he felt a poke in his side. He let out a small noise behind his hood when he looked to his right and saw Cartman looking at him with a wicked grin.

"Whumph?" Kenny asked. Cartman said nothing and turned his attention back to the front. Mr. Garrison was trying to settle down the class as they grew more riled up at the discussion of tickling.

"Dude, imagine stealing a piece of bread to feed your family and you get tickled for a day. Like, what?" Stan asked with an amused grin. Kyle shook his head with a smile as he turned to Stan. The classroom was discussing among themselves now as Mr. Garrison quit trying to settle them down and organized his work instead.

"Mr. Garrison said they reserved it for nobility, dude. So imagine being a count or a duke or something and getting tickled. That's even more embarrassing- Ah!" Kyle felt a push in his side all of a sudden. He turned around to see Cartman with his pencil outstretched with the eraser sticking out.

"What Cartman? Don't do that!" Kyle berated. Stan snickered at Kyle's easy temper.

"Relax Kyle, he didn't do anyth-EENG!" Stan scrambled in his chair as he felt fingers wriggle in his side. Stan slapped Cartman's hand away and fumed at him.

"Dude Cartman what the hell is your problem? What do you want?" Stan demanded. Kenny, Stan, and Kyle looked at their friend demanding an explanation.

"I have been possessed with the spirit of an Ancient Chinese master tickler! It is all I know how to do. To punish- using tickles." Cartman claimed. Kyle rolled his eyes as he turned to Stan in his chair.

"Shut up dumbass, no you haven't. I'm sure it was more a myth than anything actually based in fact." Kyle theorized. Kenny turned to Cartman and placed his cheek on his fist.

"Speak in ancient Chinese if you've been possessed, Cartman." Stan teased. Kenny and Kyle laughed with Stan while Cartman fumed.

"Hmhmhmph! Yeah, spmeak in Chimnese imph youmph- mmph! Mhmhmhmph! Cartmahahan!" Kenny burst out in giggles as Cartman scribbled his fingers on Kenny's side. Kenny's parka made an awful zipping sound as Cartman's nails zipped on the synthetic material. Cartman switched to squeezing Kenny's side instead to lessen the noises he made.

"You disrespect the authori-tah of the almighty tickler! For that, you must perish!" Cartman demanded. Kenny's eyes narrowed as he kicked in his chair and held onto Cartman's wrist while he squeezed. Kenny brought his knee up in his seat to try and shield himself, but Cartman reached over and squished the top of his knee until Kenny squirmed enough to throw it back down.

"Cahahartman! Stohohomph! You'remph not funneheheymph!" Stan and Kyle turned around to see their friend getting tickled by Cartman. They looked at each other with a sigh.

"Cartman, let 'em go." Kyle reached out to lay a hand on Cartman's shoulder to stop him from tickling Kenny. "You're not possessed by the-" Cartman switched his attention to Kyle and grabbed his wrist to keep it in its upright position, and tickled Kyle's free armpit.

Kyle's serious face turned into one of mirth as he giggled and fought automatically. Kyle's elbow bent to pull his body close to his outstretched arm, which just closed Cartman's fingers into Kyle's divet and trapped them in between his armpit and his arm.

"Pffmt- Cahahartman! Lehehet go dumbahahass!" Kyle snickered as Stan watched, unsure of how to help. Kenny held his chest, recovering from the random tickle attack and breathing deeply.

"Your impolite nature will be corrected by the master tickler of Ancient China! You will learn to respect my authori-tah!" Cartman took his other hand and reached forward behind his desk to squish his hand in Kyle's side while his first hand was still stuck in Kyle's armpit. Kyle giggled at the ridiculous tickles, the loud classroom discussion between friends being the perfect cover for Kyle's laughter.

"Stohohop! Gehehet off mehehe duhuhuhude!" Kyle snickered, his face alight with his snickers. Stan pushed down his anxiety and tried to go a different approach. Stan reached forward and hooked his arm under Cartman's to pull his arm down and away from Kyle. But that still left him open. Cartman wasted no time in reaching forward with the newly dislodged hand and dove straight for Stan's hip.

Cartman squished Stan's hip through his shirt and jeans, but it was still enough to make Stan giggle and kick his leg. Now Cartman's hand was trapped underneath Kyle's armpit and squeezing Stan's hip at the same time.

"You will respect the ways of the Ancient Chinese tickler! You will pay for your insubordination!" Stan and Kyle continued to laugh while Kenny reached forward and started tugging on Cartman's arm.

"Kenny- Kenny myeh. Myeh Kenny- they were about to pay for their insubordinatiooon. Stop it, Kenny, you dickhole!" Cartman took his hands off Kyle and Stan and dove them both for Kenny, grabbing both his sides and squishing the divets. Kenny started giggling again and fell over onto his desktop, a real pile of giggles.

"Using this torture method, I'll build my own empire! Anyone who questions the almighty imperial leader will be sent to the stockades! It's almost too perfect..." Cartman fantasized about his empire while scribbling his fingers all over Kenny's sides, armpit, and zipping his fingers along his back. Anywhere he could reach Kenny was targeted.

"Cahahartman pleheheamph! Nohohomph mohohoremph!" Kenny laughed out behind his hood as he swung his arms towards Cartman to get him to back off.

"Cartman get off of him, he said to- stohohohop!" Stan burst out laughing as Cartman switched gears and reached forward to start squeezing Stan's sides again. Stan curled up as well as he could, but Cartman had a firm grip on him. Stan held onto Cartman's wrist with both hands while Kyle lunged forward to wrench Cartman off of Stan.

Cartman used his other hand to scribble his fingers in Kyle's neck and ears, to which Kyle made a small shriek and batted his hands away. With Cartman's arms outstretched to either side, Kenny took hold of Cartman's back and tried pulling him back from both of his friends, but his weight helped Cartman in this situation.

It was truly a scene, with Stan and Kyle laughing, Cartman having a tyrannical look on his face while Kenny tried wrenching back Cartman from tickling his friends. A sight to behold. And Mr. Garrison beheld it.

"Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Eric, what the hell do you think you're doing in my classroom?!" Mr. Garrison bellowed. All four of them froze in their comical position. Even Kyle and Stan's laughter ceased immediately as this was no longer funny.

"All four of you head down to the principal's office, this instant!" Mr. Garrison demanded. The boys scoffed as they slowly collected their belongings and made their way down to the Principal's office.

"Way to go Fatboy, you got us all in trouble," Kyle remarked.

"You talk to me like that again, Kahl, and the Ancient Chinese tickler will possess me again and punish you," Cartman retorted as he slung his backpack over his shoulder.

Kyle didn't respond to his threat. He didn't want to see if Cartman was serious or not.

At the end of the day, all four of them got a slap on the wrist for messing around in class when they should have been paying attention. But they all got the highest scores on their exams come test day.

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What’s Your Favourite Scary Movie, Eddie?

Edward Nashton (The Riddler) x Ghostface!Trans!M!Reader

Last Edited: 06/04/2023

TW: gore, blood, murder, stalking, dead bodies, transphobia, foul language, body dysphoria, phone harassment

Requested: no

Word Count: 2,381

AO3 LINK -> HERE

Notes: literally rewatching the batman 2022 as i make this lel. also, kinda think of the ghosftface from dead by daylight as i love that costume/look so the outfit that’s described. i finished this shit on 1 hour of sleep btw so hope u enjoy

He’s an odd man. His schedule used to remain constant until it didn’t. You’re unsure of what changed. He’s still a forensic account by all means. He forged those documents to get the job so of course he wouldn’t simply just quit. That part stayed the same. It’s after work when he deviates from his original schedule. Going out at night, spying on people, and getting odd information. There’s also his online presence getting stronger. You see him on his computer more and more. Sometimes he’s typing, other times he has some sort of outfit on to do live streams.

No matter what, he’s always busy with something. That something has gotten more and more odd these past few weeks. He’s obsessing over a vigilante. A man dressed in black who goes around beating people down until they cannot get up to fight anymore. A “Batman” is what they call him. For someone so many fear, little ol’ Eddie surely loves him. It makes your stomach twist in disgust. How can this man obsess over this random vigilante? Sure, he fights crime but he’s not going for the bigger people. He lets cops run around, nabbing the criminals only to let them go after a bit of bribing. Some saviour he is. Plus, to see this somewhat nerdy and dainty-looking man go for a man who appears to be jacked screws with your head.

You can’t help but want to maul your own skin at this observation. The mousey man wanting the dark, mysterious, and bulky body type makes you think of your own figure. You don’t have the exact body type so may want after all the struggles to so much as get the medicine you needed for your transition. It takes time, ranging from months to years. And the first man you see him obsess over is the usual “jacked” and “hot” man makes you angry. That original figure you had has changed over time, into something you’re more comfortable with. While some changes haven’t been made yet due to the lack of money, you feel better; like you can actually live in your own skin now after so long of feeling like your body was out to destroy you.

But that feeling does fade now and then, especially when you see someone you’ve been watching and pinning over for months wanting the one thing you feel like you can’t be at times. Sometimes it’s your mind, other times it's old words from people you knew. The majority is the people you see online spouting nasty things, all ranging from hatred to fetishizing; there are even times when it’s a mixture of the two. A “real” man is what they want. For some reason as well, a “real” man isn’t someone who takes hormones or changes their body. A “real” man isn’t someone who says they are a man, even if they don’t transition. If they don’t pass their assessments, they’re not a “real man”. But how can they be one? How do they know what a “real” man is? They call those bulky hunks in bars real men. They’ll call the men from the army real men. The men from the gym are real men. But the moment a man so much as acts, looks, sounds different or doesn’t have the “right” body, they’re fake. And to you, it’s all bullshit. No one has any right to tell someone they’re not a “real” man, especially when they themselves know nothing about you or others in the same boat.

So to suddenly see such people in his streams? You can feel yourself losing it. While you wouldn’t kill them for such a thing unless they preached or even tried to kill people for being different or “unreal”, it’s the fact that so many were actual shitbags added to it. From people who wanted to simply kill innocent people, to people wanting to do awful acts to those they hate, you can’t allow that. Spying from the rooftops and alleyways turns into watching him from his very own streams.

Your username on the streams is Gh0stFac3, read as GhostFace, is usually caught in the streams, never saying a word. You let yourself lurk while he’s online, letting out passionate rants about Gotham and some sort of “renewal plan”. You don’t necessarily watch him on these streams. You do listen though, taking down notes on his words. You do have other people to watch and kill later on, of course. Some from his streams, others from night outs. A few are even from your times at bars, hearing their nasty talking or genuine disgust about certain groups of people who’ve done nothing but live their lives.

Another name is jotted down in your notebook, a multitude of pictures clipped to the page with the target. You scratch at your neck from under the mask, sighing. It’s just another asshole really. This one is from one of Edward’s streams. From what you found out, the guy had been sending nasty messages to a coworker who rejected him. Pathetic in your case. But you can feel that itchy feeling creeping up under your skin. You’ll have to kill again soon. It’s like a drug and it makes you feel powerful in a way. From people seeing you as some dainty girl back in the day, nothing more than something to be used for bearing kids and eye candy to look at, to feeling like a man after treatment, meds, and eye-opening articles; along with blogs talking about their own experiences, you feel like you can actually feel and do the things you felt you deserved to do. The people who looked down on you or disowned you disappeared in just a blink. All you needed was time away to find yourself, who you truly are, before returning and dealing out the same amount of pain to them they forced you to go through for so many years.

You snap the notebook closed, rubbing at the face under your mask. All this thinking about how your body is, alongside was, is giving you a headache. It doesn’t help that you have more than just that man as the next victim either. You’re not sure who to choose just yet. Or, well, you do. However, all the constant thinking, together with your inner voice reminding you of all the transphobia you’ve faced thus far, is killing your mood. A snort leaves you. Killing your mood. You’re truly a riot with your own jokes.

You grab the flip phone closest to you, flicking it open. It’s a burner you picked up a bit ago. There were plenty of others but the satisfaction of snapping the phone shut after a call is enough for you to keep it around. You look at Edward’s stream; he’s still going. You give a sharp grin under your scream mask before dialling his number.

You can hear it ring from the stream. Seeing him go silent immediately is satisfying. He looks like a mouse again; a confused one at that. He starts up his rant again, seemingly going to ignore it. Narrowing your eyes, you end the call before texting him. The ding he gets is ignored. Another ding. Another. Another. His hands are shaking, eyes wide and crazed. Finally, you type in chat.

> Hello, Mouse.

The chat, usually fast, stops for a moment. They seem to notice something is off.

> Will you answer your phone?

> I’m calling.

> I’m texting you, Mouse.

People in the chat start to type, sending in a multitude of messages. Some are asking Edward if he knows you. Others are asking if you know him. You don’t answer them at all.

> Answer. I won’t stop calling.

He looks mad, grabbing his computer. “Who do you think you are? You know nothing! You’ve said nothing until now! You’re just someone trying to bring me down aren’t you?! You’re trying to destroy everything I’ve been working for to help Gotham!”

> Answer the phone, Eddie.

Everything stops. It’s like the entire chat froze as well as Edward. You know no one has any idea what his name is. The fact that you know it and suddenly type it with no hesitation only shows you know more than does. With shaking hands, he lets go of the computer and sits back in his chair. “I’m sorry everyone… But it looks like we have a leak. I’ll be making sure to get rid of the mole and that they are dealt with accordingly. I’ll host another stream next week after all of this is fixed.” His voice is eerily blank, almost like he’s bored or in shock. With those final words, the entire stream ends. You sit for a moment before calling him once more. Edwards finally picks up this time.

“Oh, Eddie… Did you really have to take that long?” The voice changer in your mask disguises your voice. From what you’ve been told by many victims before, you sound like a very attractive young man.

“Who are you?” His question, asked in a cold way, makes you hum.

“Ghostface. What about you, Eddie? Are you Edward Nashton? The Riddler? Who are you?” His breathing has changed; he’s panicked. You’ve heard that type of breathing so much that you don’t do much beside coo at him. “Don’t worry, Dear Eddie. I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to destroy all that you’ve been working on. After all, you’ve changed your schedule to fit this odd thing now…” You sigh, leaning forwards in your chair. You prop your masked head on your gloved hand. “After all, you spent so much time and resources on it. It’s honestly been the most interesting thing I’ve seen in years.”

“Why are you calling, Ghostface?” He asks, wanting to get this call over with. You don’t want that though. You like how he sounds in your ear. You like how you can make his breathing change with just a few words.

“What’s Your Favourite Scary Movie, Eddie?” The teasing way you say it only adds character, or that’s what you tell yourself. You want Eddie to like you. You want him to obsess over you as he does Batman. You want him.

“I’m not playing your games!” He’s stressed, practically about to cry from the frustration. You’ve ruined his stream, teased him over the phone, and called him Eddie in front of people who don’t know his name. In his eyes, you’re out to destroy him.

“Eddie…” You feel slightly bad. You really do want him to like you and this is the only thing you had thought of. It’s clearly not working. “I like you, Eddie. You’re doing what others can’t or won’t… How about a deal?” The idea of a deal to possibly end this talk seems to get to him.

“What’s the deal, then? Or are you going to keep talking to me in circles and messing with me?”

“I wasn’t trying to mess with you. As I said before. I like you. You’re the only person who went from a possible victim to something else entirely… You should be proud! No one has ever gotten that far! Usually, I’d be in their home by now, hiding and waiting for the right moment to strike…” As you talk, it seems he’s intently listening to you with genuine intrigue. “The fighting is always hard but so, so fun. And the moment my knife meets their flesh and blood spills? It’s beautiful.” You let out a sigh, one could almost call it dreamy with how you talk about your deadly hobby. “The screams are a bit much, not going to lie there, Eddie. They’re so loud.. But the moment the life is gone from those shitbags, I can make them oh so pretty.” You’re out of your chair, pacing around your apartment. Your combat boots are heavy against the wooden floors of your home. One of your hands moves as you ramble, giving more passion despite the other man unable to see it. “A few more cuts, maybe some mutilation, a bit of stabbing.. Then I have to set them up how I want and take a few selfies. The selfies are always fun… I can send you a few if you’d like. They always turn out great, I make sure of it.”

The silence on the other end snaps you out of whatever state you had been in when talking about your hobby. You don’t hear anything, not even Edward’s breathing. Your hidden lips pull into a frown. Here you are, pouring your heart out and he’s said nothing! No congratulations. No good job. Nothing. The squeaking of your gloves is heard as you tighten your grip on the burner.

“How does this help me? How are you going to help me with some pictures of your pinned-up dead bodies?” You grit your teeth, hating this call more and more.

“I’m saying that I can be your blade, dammit! You can sit in your messy lil’ apartment, talking, coding, streaming! I’ll hunt down whoever you want! I’ll mutilate them! I’ll leave clues or riddles, I don’t care!” You’re yelling into the receiver, finally tired of listening to the man’s complaining. Taking a deep breath, you try to calm yourself. “I do all the killing and you continue doing whatever it is your doing.”

“But what are you looking for? What do you get out of it?” A hum leaves you, letting all that rage go. A nasty smirk crawls over your features.

“I get to watch you work… I love seeing you put your pretty lil’ head to use after all, Baby.” You practically purr, the distorted warmth filling you. It’s unhealthy how much you like him paired with how much you want him to like you. Unhealthy or not, you don’t care. If he can have unhealthy views and plans, so can you.

You hear the end of his line go dead, having hung up on you. You give a mocking put from behind the scream mask. Quickly, you let your thumb fly over the numbers. You snap the phone closed, happy to see that this is the start of something very exciting.

> Can’t wait to work with you, Sweetheart ;))

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