#body bags 1993

[fanofspooky]

Purple - Otherworldly, Suffering, Unnatural

#horror #horror movies #horror movie #movie #movies #poster #posters #movie posters #movie poster #horror movie poster #horror movie posters #arachnophobia movie #arachnophobia 1990 #body bags 1993 #thinner 1996 #final exam 1981 #orphan 2009 #inferno 1980 #tales from the darkside #the exorcist 1973 #the exorcist #the purge 2013 #90s horror #80s horror #2010s horror #70s horror #dario argento #john carpenter #stephen king #orphan movie

[ashyy-slashyy]

more random doodles of sam cameos. thats my wife right there

#sam raimi #body bags #body bags 1993 #90s horror #dead bill #sams stupid scribbles #my art #idk why i post my niche self indulgent shit cause nobody sees it but its fun so i will continue #i also am enjoying my art lately so thats awesome sauce #special interest #(<-its sam raimi)

[maroonghoul]

Terror Time 2023!: Days 1 thru 6

Alright! Meant to start a few days ago, but got busy. Here we go!

Dracula: Pages from a Virgin Diary Sometimes, I like starting my annual marathon with one of the many adaptations of Dracula. I was considering the Coppola movie from 1992, but the more I thought about how much I don't like the actual story changes from the book in that one, despite the title. (Mostly how it treats the female characters), I switched it with this one. Turns out those themes were here too, but unlike with the other movie, at least it was made by a director who admits he's doing something different with Dracula, and not claiming he's doing the definitive version only to not do so. That was interpretation. This is almost a parody, what with the opening montage nailing the uncomfortable themes of the original, and the Count literally seducing people with all his (stolen) money!

If any horror story lends itself to ballet, Dracula naturally makes the most sense. I'm only surprised to not hear at least a little nod to Swan Lake in there. I don't know if it's a rights thing or it would've been distracting, but oh well.

Telling the story out of order like this is pretty interesting. Introduces the vampirism more gradually and saves Transylvania, arguably the best part of the story, for the middle. Bit of a shock that this version rushes through that, but I guess you couldn't justify dancing while looking over legal documents.

But yeah, surprisingly this does make a better argument for why Dracula might be the real good guy better then Coppola's did. Maybe because the light dialogue leaves a lot more open, but it can be argued what's done with Mina and Lucy is either more consensual or more due to the normal men's biased outlook. They only think their nightmares are over by the end. But history can show it has only begun. Once you've had a taste of Chinese ballet dancing Dracula, you can't really go back.

Body Bags (1993) This theming on this one's a bit weird. Stories one and three are about serial killers, and two and three are about surgical implants gone wrong. You would think that if these themes weren't there, or one was present in all three (besides of course, at least one person has to die to fit the framing device). I mean, at least the nature of the horror is a bit different each one. First one's a slasher, second one is sci-fi with aliens it turns out, and the third is supernatural in the form of possession. But, from what heard is right, these segments really were the only one's from this rejected TV show that worked. the framing device is fun, even though it's surreal to see John Carpenter on screen for once. as for the stories themselves;

The Gas Station these places are scary enough to be at for long amount of times even without the crazed killer. I relate too much to that whole bit with the keys. Last note is slasher settings usually are one of two types; either the character is invading area the slasher is more familiar with or vice versa. Kudos to this one for making us think it's the second one while it's more of the former. Also, yay Sam Raimi cameo!

Hair Easily the least effective, but it at least makes me feel better about losing my own hair. Though that jazz music is really out of place. Just does not work.

Eye I think I saw this remade in the second V/H/S movie. But at least why it's scary is a bit different each time. Also, the inciting incident makes me like to pretend it's Dr. Strange's origin gone even more horribly wrong. I get why it's making him see visions of the dead killer's life, but does it possess by infecting his bloodstream or something? I feel bad for his wife and I also feel bad he ever got to play one last time when he felt like he had hope again. I guess they didn't have enough money to film at an actual baseball stadium.

The Blackcoat's Daughter The slowest burn of a horror movie I think I've ever seen since the Invitation. I didn't have any clue as to what the threat was until she called that nun the c-word. That kinda gave away the whole game, especially funny considering what I rewatched a few days later, as you can see. But yeah, once you see exactly where it's been leading up to, it sticks with you. The second part does too. Like the darkest possible Exorcist sequel you could've gotten without including a demon. Just goes to show rehabilitation and therapy are just as, if not more, crucial to get right as the actual saving.

Night of the Living Dead 1990 I haven't seen the original in about 14 years, so I can't do much to compare the two. Most of what it does different is cool, especially where the first zombie comes from. Other parts were making them more consistent with established zombie lore, but I'll still miss that trowel kill. There's still not as many zombies as most films that came after this one, but these are actually some of the scariest looking zombies I've seen in a while. I would've liked if just a little bit more of it was set at night, though.

How it changes the characters is a bit of a mixed bag. Yes, it's cool to Barbara a lot more competent. And I even liked how her arc to be tougher and less of a "helpless woman" has just led her to a world filled with toxic masculinity. That bit actually aged well. Less so what happened to Ben, though that's not Tony Todd's fault. Mostly how they changed his death. Sure, it meant they shifted his original death to Cooper who deserves it more, but sadly the original still resonates more in our world.

So yeah, an effective update of the story for the 80s/90s. But not too much for now.

The Exorcist I'm still on the fence over whether I'm going to see the new one. Luckily, this anniversary screening can tide me over.

Watching this now, I think a big reason why it's easy to consider this the greatest horror movie of all time (not the scariest movie of all time. That's different), is that most of it's scenes feel like a film rather than a movie. That might seem like a weird distinction, but it's the best to describe it. Friedkin pretty much directed every Regan-less scene so realistically and down to earth, more so then even in the most mature and sophisticated horror films made today. I know that sounds like an insult, but it's because those films go heavy on the atmosphere. Here there is none for the most part. Only character.

Of course, that changes with Pazuzu itself. I get the feeling most films, back and then or today, horror or otherwise, would either make it more ambiguous or more arthouse. This kind of performance you expect to see in more campy horror movies that aim for the cheap seats, but it's here in a movie with very down to earth 1970s filmmaking. Sure, it's laughed at now because we're all familiar at it or we're just in shock. (Or there are actually a lot of non-possessed kids who act like this), but I think that juxtaposition is why it's still leaves as big as an impact as it does.

You do it all subdued, people just look at the film as art. You do it like cheap shockfest, no one but the established horror fans will pay attention to it. But here, the world actually feels normal, and Pazuzu is made as urgent a threat as humanly possible to it. Hell, you can argue Linda Blair's, and Mercedes McCambridge performances being cranked up to 11 compared to everyone else works so well, because it's literally a different species pretty much.

Sure, a lot of horror is about the nasty surprises the world turned out to have had all along. But the first part of that is a clear idea of what we thought the real world is before it's upended like this. A lot of horror movies play like we feel like we're observing theses events from outside. That can be played with brilliantly, but I do feel the best one's are the ones who place as close to the level the characters are when experiencing. The Exorcist is one of the best films to have done that, so that's why I think it has landed as so many lists of the best Horror films of all time.

I leave what it says about faith, demons, and the belief in god to those more knowledgable in such subjects then I am.

Crimes of the Future Not really a horror movie, at least not to the extent The Fly, VideoDrome, or even the Dead Zone is. But it's definitely a Cronenberg movie.

I missed the bioengineered technology, even though no company today would make such things. But outside of that, I was expecting more of this to make me feel sick or at least wince. But most of the gross stuff is biopsies or body piercings taken to the next level. Not exactly Jeff Goldblum losing body parts one at a time, but considering what I think the point of this story is, I think it's intentional.

I relate so much to Saul at the start of this, considering I came down with some really bad acid reflux earlier this year. I'm not sure his solution is right for me, metaphorically speaking. But maybe I need to apply it to something else in me. Cronenberg for so long made films about the worse things that can happen to the human body. Maybe the reason he took a break from that until now, is he got a lot of time and step back, think, reflect, and maybe made peace with a subject that is still very much considered his oeuvre. The moral of the story; learn to get comfortable in your own skin. Or accept what makes it different from what society tells you it should be. Learn to live and make peace, even if it means you won't fit in.

Extra point here; I think I understood why Disney timed it so the Ahsoka season finale came out in October. It's the episode where they're fighting space witches controlling ZOMBIE STORM TROOPERS! Rad!

Until next time...

#Body Bags 1993 #the blackcoat's daughter #Night of the Living Dead 1990 #the exorcist #crimes of the future #Dracula pages from a Virgin Diary

[apicturespeaks]

Body Bags: “The Eye”, Tobe Hooper

#body bags #the eye #1993 #1990s #90s #mark hamill #horror #movie #film #cinema #cinematography #screencaps #stills #Tobe Hooper

[oneforthemunny]

home is wherever i'm with you |hockey player!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: life on the road during hockey season is far less glamorous than you thought it would be. homesick and lonely, eddie tries to get you feeling better.

also special thank you to @angietherose for the name of the au hockey team :) eddie is officially on the indy reapers! thank you to all who voted as well!

contains: fluff, but there is slight angst at the beginning. mentions of loneliness, a little depression. slight-ish tension or strain on the relationship, but you know i make it happy at the end lol. language.

Pasadena, California - 1993 

Day seventeen on your six week excursion with Eddie. Well, excursion was a generous thing to call what this was. You were feeling more like a groupie for the Indianapolis Reapers, a puck bunny as Eddie’s teammates snickered, brows raised in suggest when they’d pass jersey clad girls lingering around their buses. Stop after stop- press, practice, training, games, all over the nation. 

A suitcase full of clothes you’d grown sick of already, longing to go home and trade them for something different, washing them in the sharp, sterile detergent of the hotels. You longed for your own sheets, perfumed with your own detergent. 

Eddie was gone for most of the day. You tried to sightsee on your own, explore the cities but it was lonely, lacking someone to giggle with over lattes, to hold your hand in the street, just to talk to. The other WAGS that came along, stuck out the long haul across the states, clung to each other, comfortable in their own little clique. You were too new, an outsider to their group. 

“Hey, babe,” Eddie pressed the key into the lock, twisting the heavy latch open. “Babe, do you have that stuff? Did you bring it?” He hummed, dropping his bag at the door, kicking off his sneakers. 

His nose curled at the pungent smell, ripe from the warming weather of California. “Jesus Christ, I gotta wash this stuff. I’m sorry, I’ll put it in the laundry thing.” Eddie hummed, sliding the slotted closet door open. “Can’t believe how warm it is here already. Feels so nice outside. You’ve been outside today, sweetheart?” He rambled, sweetly, tossing the powdered detergent into the washer, shoving the workout clothes from his bag into the tiny machine. 

The steady hum of the air conditioner filled the room, his only response. Eddie’s brows lifted, jamming the button of the washer, sliding the door back into place. He didn’t remember hearing you say you were leaving today, but he had taken a pretty hard hit to the glass during practice, ears still ringing dully. 

“Baby?” Eddie called, opening the bathroom door, empty of you other than the scattered products on the vanity. Heavy steps on the patterned carpet, Eddie walked into the bedroom suite, halting at the edge of the crumpled sheets. 

You laid on your side, still in what he’d left you in that morning, eyes puffy and red rimmed looking motionlessly out the window. “Hey, I thought you- I was, uh, I was just talking but-” Eddie’s heart beat in his throat, uneasy at the sight of you, crumpled in the sheets. “Are you ok?” 

You turned, cheek still pressed to your arms under the pillow, just enough to see him- all wild curls, matted and frizzy with helmet hair. “Yeah,” You croaked, throat scratchy and sore with sobs that had stilled hours ago, still you were plagued with the aftershocks of weeks of suppressed emotion. 

“I- I’m not trying to sound like a dick or anything here, but you’re clearly not.” Eddie said softly, slowly approaching the bed. The bed dipped under his weight, a warm hand rubbing over your ankle under the cool sheets. 

“Baby,” Your face crumpled at the coo, so sweet, gentle, it made your nose burn. “What’s goin’ on?” Eddie muttered, thumb circling your ankle bone gently. 

Your nose burned with a slow, shaky exhale that he felt, rattled all the way down your body under his touch. Eddie’s heart dropped. “Hey, look at me.” Eddie’s voice was softened but sharp, teetering on frantic. You turned, looking at his wide eyes, running over your frame in worry. “What’s goin’ on? What’s the matter?” 

Your lip wobbled, head screaming words you couldn’t bring yourself to say- you didn’t know how to say. “I just-” You took a breath, chest stuttering. “I don’t… feel good.” 

Eddie’s brows creased, crawling up the bed beside you. “Don’t feel good, like, sick?” He muttered, the back of his hand pressing to your palm. “You don’t feel hot t’me. What hurts? Is it your head still? I told you, baby, that hippie dippie shit only works so much. You have to take medicine-” 

“-No,” You shook your head, eyes squeezing tightly to keep your tears at bay. “It’s-it’s not that.” 

Eddie blinked carefully. “What? Is it, like, the time of the month? D’ya need me to go get some stuff for you? You know I don’t mind to. Not a problem for me, baby, just tell me what you need.” Eddie’s head tilted to the side, so sweet and doting, it made your chest heat with swarming guilt and adoration. 

“I’m not on my period. It’s nothing, Ed.” You shook your head, curling back into your pillow. 

Eddie stilled above you. “Are- Are you pregnant?” He whispered. 

“No.” You groaned quickly, head shaking into the warmth of the pillows. 

Eddie sighed lightly, a huff of relief that fell short, when your body turned from him, back towards the window with a long inhale. “Hey, can you- can you look at me? Please? Look at me, baby.” Eddie’s pitch raised, teetering towards scared, his hand on your shoulder, pushing you gently so you rolled on your back. 

He hovered over you, curls falling down nearly brushing your cheeks. “Tell me what’s going on. Please? Tell me what’s wrong.” Eddie whispered, nearly a beg. “You don’t feel good? You don’t feel good here?” His throat swelled, tight with fear. “With me?” 

Your silence had Eddie’s stomach twisting, dropping with fear, bile rising in the back of his throat- he was going to be sick, he was sure he would be. 

“No,” You muttered, head shaking lightly under the pillow. “Not with you, just,” You reached up, nervously twirling his curl around your finger. “Just with this.” 

Eddie swallowed, willing himself still, calm, though his heart felt like it might give out. “This? Wh-What do you mean this?” Eddie’s voice shook. 

You blinked up at him, eyes rounding in a sad softness he hadn’t seen before. “I just… I miss being home.” You whispered, eyes glossing with a fresh wave of tears that pricked your waterline. “I miss seeing my friends, and being in my own bed, a-and even work. I just,” Your breath hitched, lip trembling. “I’m just really lonely.” 

Eddie was sure his heart did give out, break right in his chest, sunk right to the pit of his stomach. “Do you- You wanna go home?” Eddie’s hand ran down your cheek gently. “That’s what you want? That would make you feel better?” 

Your face crumbled, caved into itself at his tone. “I-I don’t know.” You admitted, eyes squeezed shut to keep the tears in. “I don’t want to leave you, b-but I don’t-” You pressed your palms to your eyes, taking a slow inhale through your nose. “I just don’t want to be alone so much. A-And I know that’s not your fault. I know you’re working.” 

When your eyes did meet his, Eddie wished they’d stayed closed, heartbreakingly sad, vacant of that light that usually shone through, brightening anything cast in your gaze. “I just… I’m feeling homesick, ‘m sorry.” You muttered. “I just really miss home, and I’m having a bad day.” 

“You don’t- Don’t apologize.” Eddie shook his head. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were feelin’ like this.” Eddie swallowed, pulling you up gently. Your body was slack, limp with unmotivated movement, but still, you settled into his arms. The tension in your body melted, nose buried in the material of his shirt, lathered in cologne and the hot California air. 

“I have a half day tomorrow.” Eddie muttered, his heart beating fast, you could hear it, feel it. His hand smoothed up your back. “We’ll do something. Go exploring and stuff. Do some fun stuff.” 

“You’re ‘sposed to rest.” You muttered, cheek squished to his chest. “It’s before your game, you’re supposed to be resting.” 

“Yeah, but that is resting.” Eddie shook his head gently. “I’ll be alright. Promise. Played after way worse. Me and Josh used to come in hungover, vomited on the ice one time.” Eddie’s chest rumbled with soft laughter. “Pretty sure we’re the reason that rule’s in place now.” 

Your lips curled, even through your sullen, dazed mood, you couldn’t help it. Clinging to him tighter, you moved into his touch. “Coach just means take it easy like, don’t go get fucked up and actually sleep the night before.” Eddie muttered, chin tucking down onto your head. “C’mon, lemme take you out tomorrow. Me and you. Go anywhere you want.” 

You didn’t reply. Instead, sighed gently, settling into his hold. 

Eddie was restless through all of morning practice, hands buzzing, ready to run to the rental car at the first dismissal. Shower be damned, he’d take a quick one at the hotel, he couldn’t be held up any longer. 

“What’s goin’ on with you, Munson?” Elijah muttered, next to Eddie in the huddle on the ice, the coach’s droning about protocol for the game. 

“Nothin’.” Eddie whispered back, twisting his stick in his hands. “Just wish he’d fuckin’ hurry up.” 

Elijah’s eyes cut to Eddie, snorting lightly. “You got somewhere to be?” 

“Yeah, I do actually.” Eddie sighed out. “Gotta get back. Promised my girl I’d take her out.” 

Elijah’s brows raised. “Shit, you brought her with you?” 

Eddie’s shoulders tensed. “She wanted to come.” He muttered defensively. “I mean, she wanted to. Now it’s kinda fucked, she’s-” Eddie’s eyes cut around him. “She’s kinda homesick.” 

Elijah nodded slowly. “Yeah, that happens.” He fought back a smile. “When’s the last time you took her out?” 

Eddie’s eyes cut to him, defensive with accusation. “It’s not like that. I take her out.” 

“Yeah? On the off day? After we’ve traveled all day?” Elijah snorted, shaking his head. “C’mon, Munson. Believe me, that doesn’t count.” 

Eddie ignored him, gripping his stick with furious annoyance. The fuck did he know? He didn’t know anything. 

“Look, I’m not tryna piss you off. I did it, too. Just- believe me, alright? That one day shit doesn’t work.” Elijah pressed gently. 

“Hey, I got it, alright? I’m good.” Eddie growled. 

Elijah held his hands up in defense. “Alright, I’m just saying, when it was me,” He started. “I wasn’t meaning to. I just wasn't used to it. Had my own road routine and tried to fit her around it instead of into it. Thought it was going good until it wasn’t.” 

Eddie stilled, silent but shoulders slumping lightly. “You gotta change your routine, find a way to fit her into it. She’s on the road too, not just you.” Elijah continued. 

The coach whistled, waving them in dismissal. Eddie blinked, pulled out of his daze, lifting his helmet and stick with him. Elijah nodded at him. “Have fun tonight, Munson.” He smiled softly. “Make sure you take her somewhere nice.” 

Elijah’s words rang in Eddie’s head all the way back to the hotel, only a short drive from the arena. Eddie nearly threw his keys at the valet, sliding into the elevator shamelessly, bouncing on the balls of his toes until he reached your floor. 

You startled when he came in, sitting at the vanity, doing your makeup. “You’re done already?” 

“Yeah,” Eddie muttered, ducking down for a kiss. “Just gotta shower real quick, but are you hungry?” He shimmied his workout sweats onto the floor, kicking his socks off with them. 

Your eyes lingered over his bare lower half for a second, turning back to paint your mascara on. “I’m not starving.” You mumbled. 

“Alright, good, I was gonna see if we could go to this place. I think you’ll like it.” Eddie grinned over his shoulder at you, the hiss of the shower coming to life. “Some guys told me if you’re in Pasadena you gotta go here.” His smile so wide, eyes sparkling in the dim yellowed light of the hotel bathroom, it made your tummy tingle with warm excitement. 

“Promise you’re not looking?” Eddie mumbled, hands over your eyes, waddle-walking awkwardly behind you, pressed close to your back. 

“Swear I’m not.” You grinned. Eddie was right, it was beautiful outside. Warm and bright, light illuminating his hands that covered your eyes with a reddish glow. 

“I can feel you trying to. Your lashes are tickling me.” Eddie muttered, leaving you giggling. “Ok, just- you know what, this is good enough. I’m scared you’re gonna trip.” Eddie said, lips curling at your soft laugh. 

“Are you ready for your surprise?” You could hear Eddie’s grin in his voice, a breeze floating between the two of you. 

“Yes.” You giggled, Eddie’s chest swelling at the sound. “Just show me. Your hands are clammy. They’re gonna smear my mascara.” 

“Shit, sorry.” Eddie muttered sheepishly, a blush spilling on his cheeks, pulling his hands away so they were still in front of you. “Ok, ready?” 

“Eddie-” 

“-Sorry, Alright, one, two,” Eddie moved his hands, smiling proudly in front of you, a pinkish looking building behind you. “Here it is! Surprise!”

You blinked. “Oh.” You quipped softly. 

Eddie blinked, smile falling. “What? I thought you’d- You don’t like it?” 

“No,” You shook your head. “I mean, no, that’s- Where are we?” 

“Oh,” Eddie shook his head lightly. “Shit, I thought you’d know. Uh, apparently this place is supposed to be like the place for flowers, y’know? Pasadena has that flower festival thing, but it’s not until later and I know you like to go to the cool places, and-” Eddie motioned to the store behind him. 

You took in the building, spilling over with plants you could see from the inside. “I, uh, I know you miss home.” Eddie said softly. “And I was just thinking, y’know, we can’t get houseplants like at home, but maybe some bouquets? Some flowers for the hotel room.” 

Eddie waited a beat, desperately trying to read your face, eyes wandering over the building and the signs. “I thought maybe you’d pick out some flowers and-and it would make it feel like home.” Eddie’s hands slid down his jeans, hot from the sun beaming on them. “Plus, you wanted to see some around here, a-and y’know… one bird, two stones.” Eddie rambled, shrugging sheepishly. 

You felt the familiarity of a cry bubbling back in your chest, swelling and suffocation, only this time the aching of sadness was gone. In its place, a bubbling, burning feeling of adoration was left, consuming you from the inside out with every nervous glance Eddie gave you. He’d listened, really fucking listened. He always did, but this time it was different. Relief, comfort washing over you for the first time in days. 

It felt like home. 

Like the two of you were back in Hawkins, or Indianapolis even, perusing the usual spots, happy and content to be together in a familiar place. 

Eddie wasn’t expecting you to grab him, pull him into you with a fierce, sloppy kiss. Right there on the sidewalk, under the California sunshine. Lips melting into his, clawing and grabbing at his shirt, the back of his neck. Eddie’s cheeks burned bright when you pulled apart, a smile so wide and goofy it made you giggle. 

He let you grab his hand, lead him around the flower shop like a lost puppy, picking out anything and everything that made you smile. A bright bouquet spilling out beautifully in the green vase, made just for you. 

You sat it right on the small bedside table, beaming at how it livened up the room. Eddie wasn’t sure if it was the flowers or you. Either way, it revived you, made you happier and giddier. Made the sheets of the hotel less cold when you slipped beneath them, legs tangled in his, pinning him under you onto the stiff mattress. It made the room brighter, spilling with a new fragrance that felt familiar. 

It was small, a miniscule way that meant the world to you; made you feel at home. Eddie knew it, planning how he’d do it with every next city, until you finally got back home.

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[rokomoi]

•.*“lovers from the past”*.•

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pairing: heeseung x reader x sunghoon.

synopsis: after graduating college and finally being independent after that incident and getting a job at the FBI, life was going great but he came back to haunt you, taunt your skills as a detective.

word count:12k(yikes💀)

disclaimer: THIS IS ALL FICTION!. english isn’t my first language, apologies in advance for any grammatical mistakes and errors. this is not proofread, i pulled words out of my ass and put them together. reader will be using female pronouns and will be described as one but skin colour will not be mentioned.

trigger warnings: murder, blood, guns, drugs, a lot of death, violence, manipulation, heeseung himself should be enough as a warning, sunghoon cuz he can’t take his job seriously and a whole a lot of other nasty stuff that i forgot to include (PLEASE proceed with caution).

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1993, end of February in Seoul, South Korea.

“I swear to god, Heseeung. Stop shoving your camera in my face!” Sunghoon whined loudly. Waving his hand around to try and block the camera that was currently being held by Heeseung as he ignored his pleas and continued to shove it closer to his face. Heesubg laughed in his face as Sunghoon whined and tugged on my sleeves to protest against Heeseung. “Your little girlfriend won't do anything, man up Sunghoon” Heeseung teased at him, raising his eyebrows cockingly at a now very grumpy Sunghoon, my eyes went back and forth between the two of them, feeling the tension between them rise as I slotted myself between their two bodies. “That's enough you two, acting like two toddlers. You can record sometime later for the memories.” I pointed a finger at Heeseung, and he could only nod with a smile on his face as he turned his camera off and put it away in his bag. “This feels surreal, finally graduating from that shithole.” Sunghoon yawned as he slung his arm over my shoulder, pulling me closer to his body as he planted a kiss on my head, making me giggle out in response as I glared at Heeseung who fake gagged as he side-eyed us, “Get a room you two lovebirds…disgusting.” He grumbled out, making Sunghoon stick out his tongue at him and Heeseung could only return it with a middle finger as we walked beside the pavement on the busy roads and streets of Seoul as petals of cherry blossoms fell down and made the amber sunset seem more majestic. Before soon meeting up with the others at a nearby park to hang out one last time as seniors before everyone parts their own ways. Whilst there, while the sky had already darkened and the stars started to shine, Heeseung had been kind enough to offer to get some snacks and drinks from the corner store nearby as we all cheered at his sweet gesture and he strolled off into the dimly lit park. A few moments later, Heeseung returned back with a bunch of bags filled with snacks in his hand but there was something off about him, he kept grumbling about how some random old man at the store kept treating him wrongly and yelling at him for even breathing near him, he was fuming as he grumbling about him, Sunghoon not doing any better as he chimed in and agreed with the said old man and taking his side at how he would do the same if he was his age toward Heeseung. I eyed Heeseung from the corner of my eyes, watching how his jaw clenched and how his eyes narrowed at Sunghoon and how his knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping the Coke can in his hand, he fake laughed at Sunghoon’s joke which honestly made me feel uncomfortable under his sudden change of aura as his eyes twitched in anger and lowered his gaze down. He mumbled a sentence under his breath that made my eyes almost pop out of their sockets as I turned to look at him with a shocked expression, my breathing started to get faster the more his words echoed in the back of my head.

“I'll kill him or anyone who has done me wrong when I grow up…”

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2001, November 15 on a very freezing night.

Heeseung had a very bright future ahead of him, one that everyone dreamed of during their childhoods, teens and even some elders. He had a high-paying job, the looks to woo a girl in just a matter of seconds, the intelligence that everyone wanted and envied, and most importantly the mannerisms of a very polite gentleman that made every elder wished he was their sons, and every girl wished they would marry such a gentleman like him. But..it was all wrong. And you could ask me about him. I still remember that one night, which still to this day makes a cold shiver run through my spine and my chest tighten so tightly that it immediately triggers a breakdown for me.

An audible sigh left my dry lips, finishing the last bit of the e-mail I was typing away in front of me, quickly hitting send as I finished the last word. Making me sigh yet again, pulling my protection glasses off of my face as I brought my hands up to rub at my dry as a desert eyes. I leaned my aching back against into the softness of the office chair, resting my head on the neck pillow that Jay got me on the first day of my job because “you would need it after staring all day at that computer, and dealing with Sunghoon.”. and of course, still as a trainee in a major job like the FBI was puzzled so much as I took the gift from his hands, I did not understand what he meant that day but I understood what he meant after being here for about two years by now. I snickered to myself quietly as the memory of that day played in my head, a fond grin formed on my lips but it quickly dropped as I fluttered my eyes open and glanced around my messy desk, a bunch of mugs half of them still filled with now cold coffee and some empty, paperwork, folders and pens all scattered around and most importantly the small picture frame of my parents and me in the corner. My breath started to get shaky now the more I stared at them, how much happier we looked during that day and it definitely affected me. I bit down on my lower lips, flinching a bit as a hand came and pushed the photo frame down, my eyebrows were knitted together as I raised my head up to stare at a very tired and heavy eye-bagged Nicholas, a mug of his millionth coffee of the day in his hand with his lab goat and one glove still on his other hand.

“don’t want you staring at them and crying like a crybaby, m’kay?.” He simply uttered out. taking a small sip of his coffee before he wished me a good day and went away to stride back to the forensics team lab before Jake, Lee know and Euijoo somehow manage to fuck up evidence and destroy all the progress in the case. I huffed and puffed, staring one last time at the now-laid flat picture frame. shaking my head as I raised myself up, taking my ID from my messy table and holding it in my hands as I went about my way towards the room where everyone could possibly gather around if they found something new with the cases. Before I could even slide the glass door open, I could already hear the loud bantering that was happening inside, I could only recognize one voice among all the others, and it was Sunghoon’s.

“are y’all playing or doing your fucking jobs?!” I grumbled loudly as I slid the door open harshly. making everyone in the room go mute except for Sunghoon who kept on clinging to a very disgusted and disturbed ni-ki. all heads turned my direction, some hanging their heads low as they mumbled out apologies, I sighed out as my heels clicked against the marble flooring, striding my way towards Sunghoon and grabbing him by the back of his jacket and pulling him off of poor Ni-ki. ni-ki beamed a smile at me as he bowed his head, thanking me as I returned that smile to him, my nose scrunched up in grimace as I took in a whiff of the prominent alcohol smell on Sunghoon’s clothing. I turned my head towards the direction of the boys in the room, all sitting around the big round table, parting my mouth to speak up but Yudai already spoke before me.

“don’t worry, we already gave him a sleeping pill.” He exclaimed. shrugging his shoulders at me then going back to drinking his coffee like nothing was happening in front of him, I turned my head towards Sunghoon again, who was now all heavy eye-lided and who could easily pass off as a zombie. I tsked at him, letting go of his clothes as he crashed down onto the leather couch in front of him, letting his drunken state dive deep into slumber. I took my usual seat between Jay and Jungwon, making myself comfortable before speaking up.

“any new clues? cases? crimes? just anything..” I trailed off. feeling the fatigue get to me the more I sat and glanced around the table, Jay hummed beside me as his hands flipped through the pages of the folders in front of him. “well, we’ve got a new guy on our hands. a guy who sticks antlers into his victim's heads after killing them.” Jay trailed off, I turned my head to the side to stare at him, puzzlement reading off of my facial expression as I stared at his side profile, trying to figure out if he was just joking or not. “wouldn’t that make him a hunter then? a deer hunter?” Sunoo asked from the other side of the table, raising his pretty face up from the computer he was writing on as he looked around the room, his face going blank as everyone stared at him dumbfounded. “why?..I’m just stating the facts!” He grumbled out. giving us his signature eye roll before he packed up his things and went out of the room, ni-ki followed him close by as he trailed behind him like a dog as they probably went back to the cafeteria to eat or just went back to their offices to work on getting more evidence and hacking into electronics.

Jay slammed his hands on the table, starting to pick up his folders and everything that belonged to him, he turned his head towards me. “I’m gonna go check out the crime scene, wanna join me?” He asked. I nodded my head slowly at him before getting up, wishing everyone a good day before exiting out of the room with him. we could only walk away from the room about a meter or two before Jay turned around because he started to hear groaning from behind him. He let out a very loud frustrated sound as he rubbed at his temples, I stared at him with frowned eyebrows, cranking my head back to see what made him so distressed, honestly it made me stressed as well. “you fuckers..stop leaving me alone and going on duties without me.” A very drunken Sunghoon slurred out in his drowsy voice, as he slumped his tall frame towards us whilst whining about how nauseous he felt. “this is gonna be my worst nightmare.” Jay murmured out. as Sunghoon latched his bigger body onto me, making me whine about how hard his fingernails were digging into my skin as Jay just watched us with an already burnout look on his face.

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during the crime scene, somewhere deep in the suicide forest of Tokyo.

Jay dipped under the yellow warning tapes scattered around the crime scene. quickly bowing to his superiors as he went to put on his gloves to look and poke around the scene. Sunghoon hummed behind me as he looked around the scene in front of him with heavy eyes, I sighed as I turned my head back to look at him, almost feeling pity for him as I watched him even struggle with the simplest task of putting on gloves, I finished putting my ones on as I walked over to towards him, taking the situation into my own hands as I helped him with it. “mhm..thank you, pretty girl”. He uttered out pretty drunkenly. giggling to himself as he skipped his way over next to Jay before quickly following him behind. I placed a hand over my nose as it was immediately struck with the strong metallic smell of blood. My eyes widened a bit in shock as I glanced at the victim in front of me, their torso all sliced open and their ribs sticking out of it as they were shoved down onto some bigger antlers, the antlers piercing through their skin and body as it made me feel even more sick than I already was. Just like as Jay said, antlers were stuck into their heads, making them appear as ‘deers’.

“..this is an artistic way to mutate a person,” Sunghoon murmured next to me. Turning my head to glance up at him as he was carefully observing the scene in front of him with his thick eyebrows knitted and his lips formed into a thin line. I dropped my head down to do the same thing he was doing, crossing my arms over my chest as I eyed the state of the victim. I was too focused and way too deep into my thoughts to even hear the small banter going on beside me between Sunghoon and Nicholas. “What the hell were you thinking when you touched the corpse?!” Nicholas yelled at him, pointing a finger and all at a very confused Sunghoon. “I was just trying to test something out!” Sunghoon grumbled back at him. This only added more fuel to Nicholas as he lowered his pointing finger, making a very stressed Euijoo calm down from trying to break them up from creating another crime scene here. Nicholas exhaled heavily, narrowing his already sharp and tired even more at Sunghoon as he simply just shrugged at him. “Boy, I'm gonna replace you with the victim, now come here!.” Nicholas barked back as he launched at Sunghoon, but Sunghoon was quicker as he ran away from him Nicholas followed behind him as he spitted out curses at him in Taiwanese. My breath hitched in my throat, feeling my throat closing up as my shoulders shook slightly. “JAY!..the victim's heart and lungs are missing!” I yelled out to Jay who was all the way on the other side of the crime scene, feeling the nausea growing in me.

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Inside Heeseung’s house, 2001, November 16th on a cold morning.

I hummed a song to myself as I finished up the last bit of touches to my eggs, taking the pan off the stove and platting it next to the special sausages I made yesterday and the two slices of homemade bagels. Smiling to myself in satisfaction as I laid the pan down in the sink to soak with the other kitchen tools. I poured myself a nice warm cup of coffee, perfect for this time of the year as I sat on the kitchen island, digging into my plate as my eyes scanned through the newspaper in front of me. A chuckle erupted out of the back of my throat as my eyes caught a familiar headline.

“The Deer Hunter serial killer strikes again!”

That frankly made me giggle in response the more I read about this section of the newspaper, I raised an eyebrow as I sipped on my coffee. “How is she supposedly the best FBI detective in the world but can't solve these cases?” I murmured to myself. I stifled back my laughter, shaking my head as I threw the newspaper over my shoulder. Going back to devouring my breakfast as I glanced down at the knife in front of me, picking it up as I gazed at my small reflection displayed on the knife. I smirked cunningly at my reflection, raising my eyebrows at myself before shooting my head backwards as I heard something crash upstairs, making me eye the stairways suspiciously as I gripped my hold stronger on the knife. Then the reality hit me, making me drop everything in my hands, my mug crashing onto the expensive and clean floor as the coffee spilled everywhere, the knife crashing and clanging down beside the spill as I frantically searched through the kitchen cabinets, feeling my breathing patterns getting shakier along with my hands getting shaky as I started yelling out in frustration as I broke everything whilst searching for my pills, finally finding the bottle of pills, spilling out some onto my palm and the rest going on the floor as I shoved the ones in my palm into my mouth dry, using my saliva to swallow which made me choke on them for a bit before they finally went down, making the voices in my head and shadows in my pherial vision going away. I gasped out for air, running my hand through my damp hair as I leaned my back against the cabinets, trailing my now lazy and heavy eyes around the now-messy kitchen, I let the effect of the pills take over me as I fluttered my eyes closed.

I really didn't want to deal with them today…

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I audibly huffed out in frustration as my fingers gripped the steering wheel of my car, tapping my nails anxiously as I chewed down on my lips, my leg starting to bounce up and down from the anxiety that was building up in my chest, tightening it as I felt the air in my car get too stuffy. I let my head hang low and rest my forehead against the steering wheel, staring down at my lap as I felt my eyes starting to moisten again, all the nausea coming back to me from the crime scene of yesterday to the many ones I've been seeing every single day because of this goddamn killer, so, of course, that night also. How could I ever forget that night when he…A knock on my car window made me jolt out of my headspace, raising my head to stare at whoever was at my car window, I blinked away the tears to clear my vision up, only to be met with everyone’s worst nightmare in the office, THE Park Sunghoon.

I sighed as I grabbed my bag and belongings, turning the car engine off and taking the keys out as I opened the door and let myself out of that stuffy car. Gently closed the door behind me as I eyed him up and down, he just looked down at me and blinked a couple of times before he opened his mouth to speak. “Don't..” I threatened him. Watching his lips going into a pout before he huffed at me, I rolled my eyes at him as I locked the car and started to stroll my way toward the office doors, Sunghoon just closely falling behind me as we both entered the office, greeting everyone good morning whilst all he could get was side-eyes from the employees. A grin curled on my lips as I saw Jay walking behind our head agent of the office, Mr.Park Baekhyun, also known as Park Sunghoon’s well-respected father whom everyone fears. I turned to Sunghoon who immediately lowered his head at the sight of his father, I arched an eyebrow at him, all that nosy mouth, attitude and tough personality and he immediately feared his father over the worst-known criminals he had dealt with. I snickered to myself as I turned my attention back to the two men, bowing in out of respect toward Mr.Park. “I need everyone in your whole team in my office, right now.” Mr.Park uttered in a demanding tone, making me raise my head to look at him and then toward Jay who just pointed with his head toward our main office where everyone in the team was there currently. Sunghoon zoomed past me and jogged to the main office, while I was left to go along with Jay into the office of Mr.Park, not long after everyone piled up in the room with us as we sat around the big table he had in his office, everyone eyeing one another nervously, I glanced over at Sunghoon who seemed pretty nervous as he stared at his lap and was currently picked at his long well-kept nails, my facial expression changed to one of concern, leaning in closer to him.

“Are you feeling okay?” I whispered. Trying to hide the disgusted expression on my face as the smell of alcohol was still lingering on him, did he seriously drink this early in the morning? All I could get out of him as a response was a soft hum, he didn't even want to raise his head to spare a glance at me as he kept his eyes focused on his lap and hands.

I sighed as I crossed my arms over my chest, slumping back against the office chair as I decided to let him off of the hook this time.

“I'm pretty sure why you're all wondering I've gathered you here..” Mr.Park started off. Making everyone’s turn toward his direction as he also glanced around to see and read our facial expressions. “A very big thing happened last night, a masquerade was hosted near the Roppongi area and a total of five hundred people were there..and everybody has somehow all tragically died.” He ended. Earned some gasps from us whilst the forensics team just looked at each other with pure horror in their eyes, imagine having to deal with five hundred bodies and trying to get every single detail of evidence off of their lifeless bodies. Mr.Park cleared his throat, making our attention snap back to him as he started to speak yet again. “I want you all to go down there and search every nook and cranny for a small piece of evidence that could make us possibly catch this killer, good luck to you all..and Sunghoon.”

He turned into a harsher tone as Sunghoon finally found the courage to raise his head and move his eyes shakily in the direction of his father. “…do your job for once, god fucking damn it.” He grumbled at him through gritted teeth. I started to be scared of him even though he wasn't even related to me. Sunghoon could only nod his head slowly as he shot up from his chair and was the first one to dash out of the office and leave, slowly everyone started to leave one by one, all whilst murmuring to one another while I stayed behind because Mr.Park wanted to have a private conversation with me. Leaving me standing still in the middle of his big office that glowed under the sun beaming into the humongous windows, I gulped down nervously, eyeing him nervously as he Sat comfortably in his office chair and scanned through the folders on his desk with his reading glasses resting comfortably on his nose that was identical to Sunghoon’s one.

“So…my daughter, how is he doing?.”

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“Oh my god Sunghoon, stop it!” Nicholas's voice echoed throughout the ballroom as Sunghoon went around and skipped over the dead bodies like it was a carousel, as he proclaimed allegedly. “So what are we working with today?” Jay questions Jungwon as he sneaks up behind him, looking over his shoulder down at the iPad he held in his hands, all with everyone’s information on it that had been a poor victim in this case. “Well…a lot,” Jungwon stated with a sarcastic tone in his voice as he passed the iPad over to Jay’s hand as he went away to stop Sunghoon from disturbing the peace. “Jay, why are the masks melted into their faces?” I murmured as I looked up from my crouching position, Jay offered me a confused look as he scooted me over and investigated the body in front of both of us. “That's weird…some of them also X-marked on their chests…with their blood.” I hummed in confusion as I tried to make sense of what he was saying. A deep sigh left me as I glanced around the beautiful structure of the golden ballroom, making me go into awe I was fascinated as I forgot that such a gruesome scene happened in here. I squinted my eyes as I caught a blurry glimpse of something far away in the distance, precisely where the stage was. I slowly steadied myself up and walked very slowly to not trip over the many bodies all splayed out in their own pool of blood and their once formal and expensive gowns and suits now all ruined with the said blood. However, I instantly regretted my courage and toughness to come here as a dead person was sitting down on a chair, their whole throat sliced up from the top to the bottom, revealing their larynx, voice box and everything else, while a violin was shoved down their mouth, and it seemed like the killer room his time with him because he has carefully sliced his throat one by one to imitate the string of a violin. but what made it worse was the words written in blood behind him, instantly triggering a panic attack within me as I collapsed down onto the floor, I gasped for air as my hands flew up to my chest to clutch against the fabric of my shirt, trying to tear it open as my shoulders started to shake as sobs left my mouth and echoed through the ballroom. Sunghoon in his even drunken state immediately picked up on the noise and the source where it was coming from, ignoring the nagging of Yudai and Nicholas as he stomped his way over to me, immediately pulling

me into his warm arms and he was to say the least mortified at the same sight in front of him.

“you’re not safe, you’ll be joining your parents soon y/n..”

was written in blood, which horrified everyone in the room including me and Sunghoon.

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Tokyo, Saiko corporations.

I squinted my eyes harshly as I felt them getting drier the more I stared at the bright screen of the computer in a dimly lit office. An audible yawn left my lips, taking my glasses off as I pinched the bridge of my nose, inhaling a deep breath in as I turned the computer off and decided I was finished for the night. I took the eye drops that were put neatly on top of the piles of books stacked on each other, raising my head to stare at the ceiling as I dropped two drops on each eye, making my vision blurry and my eyes sting from the drops. I cleared my throat as I closed the eye drops, putting them back in their place as I stretched my arms behind my head, feeling the exhaustion and achiness all over my limps. My ears perked up at the sound of heavily soiled shoes striding around the office, making me stop my movements as I cranked my head around to be met with the face that I hated oh so much.

“Good night, Mr.Yamada,” I said in my fake high-pitched voice, getting up from my seat and bowing my head down a little at the CEO of the corporation where I was working at currently, a very scummy CEO if I had to be specific on describing him. My eyebrows frowned as I raised my head back to glare at him after hearing him scoff very loudly. “Hm…I would change the way I worked in here if I were you, 'cause you see here Heeseung. We're a very formal cooperation that is highly respected and-” I stuck my pocket knife I kept in my pockets at all times, in the side of his neck, watching his eyes shoot wide open as he gasped out, his hand reaching up towards the knife but I grabbed a hold of his filthy and snobby hands. “You should tell this to someone who actually fucking cares, sir.” I hissed at him, pulling my knife out as I watched his hands fly up to grab at his neck as he choked and gasped at the blood coming out of his mouth, I tsked as I glanced down at my bloody hands, letting out a small sound of frustration.

Great, now I'd have to scrub them dry until they were flaky like they weren't dry enough from yesterday’s night..

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Saiko Cooperation, Tokyo, 2001, November 18.

I stood in front of the tallest company building in Japan currently. Tapping my boots against the bricked pavement as I twirled the cigarette between my fingers, inhaling the nicotine in as the smoke puffed out and blended in with the gloomy grey sky of today’s morning. I hummed in acknowledgment of Nicholas’s arrival as his Euijoo, Jake, Lee know and some other trainees trailed behind him, he gave him his signature eye roll as he stood next to me and let his own team pass by him. His eyes twitched, and a frown formed on his face as he leant his face in closer to smell my clothes. He let out an audible gasp as he slapped a hand over his mouth, “You're not drunk today?!” He questioned in that annoying voice of his. Making me wave my hands around to dismiss his question but he kept bugging me like the annoying little shit he was ever since my father forced me into this field. “Unfortunately…” I replied back to him. Grunting out in frustration as I placed the cigarette back between my lips, smoking it until I reached to the butt of it, throwing it somewhere along the pavement as I shoved my hand into my coat, narrowing my eyes at Nicholas as he reached an arm out to pat my shoulder. “I'm hoping you keep it up this sobriety, haven't seen you sober since high school…” My stomach turned at the mention of high school, a time period in my life that even satan himself would not want to go through it, I simply nodded my head at him, patting his hand that was on my shoulder as I went about on my way back inside the building. Hoping I'd reach my destination in time, which was on the twentieth floor where everyone else was, especially y/n and that scumbag. He was the only reason I was sober for once today in over a decade.

The shutter clicks of cameras rang throughout the large office, which consisted of a large amount of metallic smell of dried-up blood, the smell of a dead and decomposing body, and the sounds of flies buzzing around the office. I pulled my turtleneck up my nose, blocking any type of smell from entering my nostrils, I felt a shadow cast over my frame and turned around to be met with the sight of Sunghoon who gagged at the scene.

He lowered himself to be close to my face, moving his mouth close to my ear as it brushed against it and his smelly cigarette breath hitting me in the face and ear.

“Are you feeling alright?…” He murmured in a deep voice. I hummed in response, nodding my head slowly at him as I cranked my head more to face him. “Yeah…still haven't seen him around, yet…” I mumbled back. Seeing him sigh out of relief as his gaze wandered around the office, I watched how a light bulb lit next to his head as he left me all alone and jogged somewhere else in the building. “The hell did he go to?…” Jake asked as he finished putting all the evidence he collected into a zip-lock bag. “Just do your job, man,” Ni-ki grumbled back at him, making Jake pouty in return as he crossed his arms like a little child not getting his way as he stormed off to help with the other forensics team. The silence was broken as I flinched at the loud voice of Nicholas echoing somewhere from the other side of the building. “JAKE, MY GOD STOP BEING SO FUCKING CLUELESS.”

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I huffed out as I tried to catch my breath after jogging up about five or more flights of stairs. Gulping down the saliva built up in my mouth that was getting drier the more I walked toward the room where I was supposed to interview and question staff and employees who were on night shift duty or who just stayed overnight to finish up paperwork. I cursed at my father for forcing me into this task, I may be known and considered as the supposed ‘nepo baby’ of the office but hell…this isn't the nepotism I wanted in a million years. I stood in front of a brown door that looked a bit run down and rusty, I inhaled shakily as I reached out to twist the knob open and peeking my head inside the room. Immediately, my blood started to boil as I caught a glimpse of a very familiar side profile of the Lee Heeseung. I built my courage up, brushing off my grudge feelings aside for now as I promised that I'd take my job today as seriously as I could. I cleared my throat, grabbing his attention as I closed the door behind me.

“Nice seeing you after a while…Sunghoon.” He uttered in that mocking voice which never in a billion years I thought I'd be hearing again, let alone sitting alone in a room with him, face to face with and asking questions about last night's murder, and knowing about his past and his tendency to lie, I believe I’d have to seek into getting my hands dirty if that's the case.

“Yeah, yeah, not nice to seeing you too…Heeseung.” I felt like chopping my tongue off after rolling his name off of it. I made myself get comfortable as I knew I was in for a ride for interrogating with him. His snicker echoed, making me shoot daggers at him as his tilted Hus head with that cunning facial expression on that face which everyone considered one crafted by craftsmen himself but I beg to differ, I wanted to slice it up, skin his face alive as I enjoyed the rush of killing again. His voice broke me out of my thoughts, “Why that long face, Sunghoon? Are you too afraid of me?” His signature sentence. That rolled off his tongue smoother than butter, I clenched my jaw as I observed his face slowly turn more psychotic and more cunning. “Are you afraid about me going batshit crazy on you? Slicing your throat open? Worried about your little ex-lover going through the same night over and over because of me? Hm? Or are you afraid that you'd end up like me? C’mon now…do not forget about that night, Sunghoon. You said that you enjoyed the look on their face when you-” The more he taunted at me, the more blood boiled even more before he could finish and continue on with his taunting, all I could was red as I quickly stood up and took out my gun from the back of my jeans and shooting where ever it could shoot.

Just as long as I could get rid of him.

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The last few days truly felt like someone had speeded up my time. I got more stressed about hearing the gunshots from that day at the office and having to see Heeseung cunningly smirk at me as he made his out of the interrogation room with him having a fake pained expression on his face as he was holding a band over his stomach that was wounded by a bullet. Shivers truly ran down my spine as he walked past me, giving me a psychotic look secretly until he was put away into the ambulance and took off, just like that night.

Sunghoon wasn't any better as he kept thrashing around as the guys tried their best to hold him down Jake immediately prepared a sleeping pill for him and shoved it down his throat, making him gag in the process as slowly started to get drowsy and mumble out threats in gibberish as he slept on the couch back at our own office building. He was immediately taken off any tasks and duties until further notice. Making the office feel gloomy without him being him to light the mood up, hell…even Nicholas admitted to missing him last night as he cried in the lap of a very confused Euijoo Ashe confessed every single one of his thoughts in his drunken state.

The snow crunched under my feet as I strolled down the slipper pavements of our neighbourhood, making my way down to check up on Sunghoon after finally having a day off for the first time in a while. I climbed up those three little steps leading into the comfy and welcoming doorway of their nicely decorated house. Leaning my right side on the wall I reached my hand out to ring their doorbell, a minute later I was met with a messy-looking Sunghoon.

“Hi…” I murmured out in a soft tone. Watching him run at his red eyes as he stood still in the doorway, looking at me blankly like he always does before he moved his body to the side, making way for me to enter into the warmth of their home. Taking my boots off as he closed the door behind me, going back to staring at me with those red eyes that looked like they hadn't gotten a single ounce of sleep in forever. “What brought you here?” He whispered in a cracky and hoarse voice. I arched an eyebrow at him, tilting my head at him in confusion. “What I can't check up on you?” I scoffed at him. “No.” He simply muttered out harshly, making my eyes go wide a bit as I parted my mouth to protest back at him but instead, all I could hear was the small sobs coming out and past his quivering lips. “I don't feel like myself anymore…That night just keeps playing over and over in my head, it's making my insomnia worse.” He hiccuped harshly, making me teary-eyed with him as I watched him crash down on the floor and start wailing there, dropping to his side and engulfing him in my embrace, as he hugged me back as I rocked his shaken body back and forth as he let out all his emotions in his breakdown.

Just like how we used to do back in the day.

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Flashback to 1993, April 1st.

My ears were ringing like crazy as the voices and conversations of the people in the hospital were all getting distant I frantically jogged past everyone, pushing some people out of my way as I tried to get there, to find his room on the third floor in the hospital. My body started to feel more wobbly and shaken the more I neared the room that he was in currently, I swung the door wide open to his room, standing in the doorway as my mouth hung open slightly as I eyed the sight of poor Sunghoon who was shaken and sat up in his bed as he wept quietly. I took wide steps toward his bed, sat down on it as I pulled him into my embrace, a hand of mine going to stroke at his hair as he clutched his hands onto the back of my sweater, his sobs getting muffled as he buried his face deeper into my chest, “I didn't mean it…” He hiccuped. Letting out another gut-wrenching sob as he shook his head from side to side in denial. “I didn't mean it…I didn't mean to kill my mom…I-” I shushed him before he could continue on, pulling him closer to me as I continued to cradle his shaken body and weak in my embrace, a singular tear falling down my cheek as I tried to set aside of hatred towards him for now.

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2001, December on Christmas day, Tokyo.

I tapped my feet anxiously on the marble flooring in the office of my therapist, my leg starting to bounce as I eyed around the office as I got more and more impatient and anxious the longer they took to get here and start the session already. A sigh out of relief went past my lips, as I grinned softly at them as they took their usual seat in front of me, their notes in front of them as their eyes went back and forth between me and the notes.

“December…Christmas day…I’d hope so you're not thinking about your parents, since it is their death anniversary today, right? I felt the air in the room get more harder and suffocating to breathe in, I chewed on my nails nervously, feeling my heart pounding against my chest as I felt the warm tears already forming in the corner of my eyes. “Let's go over that night until you're brave enough to talk about it comfortably, yeah?” they mumbled in a soft voice, I slumped my head back against the leather office chair, staring dazedly at the ceiling as my memories flooded in of that night which still haunts me to thisday.

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1995, December on Christmas day, Seoul.

My and family were at the door, biding our goodbyes with the Lee and Park families as they went home after a very very awkward dinner. My eyes kept wandering back and forth between Sunghoon who looked very uncomfortable as he kept eyeing Heeseung who was sitting beside me, I believe Heeseunf also saw this and let his hand travel under the dinner table, resting his hand comfortably on my thigh and giving it a reassuring squeeze to the soft flesh, he leaned his head close to my ears as his hot breath hit my ear and made goosebumps rise on my arms. “Don't worry too much about him, Sweetheart…” He whispered gently in my ear, I hummed in response to him as my eyes went back to glance at Sunghoon who didn't break his eyes away from us as he played and picked around the food on his plate. I shook my head away at those thoughts, as my parents walked past me bid me good night and went up to their bedroom, maybe Sunghoon still hadn't gotten over the death of his mom or I immediately broke the relationship off with him after he was back on his feet and was discharged out of the hospital? I huffed and puffed as I felt my head spinning from all the overthinking I'd been doing after dinner. I strolled up the flights of stairs, going into my bedroom as I changed into more comfortable clothes to sleep in, I crashed onto my king-sized bed, letting the fatigue get over me as I dived into deep slumber.

I gasped loudly as I jolted awake as I heard the distant sounds of vases breaking down the hallway, making me stir up in bed as I hugged the blanket closer to my body, and then it quieted down. The only thing I could hear was my breathing patterns as they went faster and calmed down every time a little noise was made. My breath hitched in my throat as I heard the sounds of heavy footsteps nearing closer and closer to my bedroom, making me pull the cover my body as I hid under it, slapping a hand over my mouth as I tried to calm myself down and hopefully get away from whoever was inside the house currently. My eyes shot wide open as I heard the knob of my door twist open, the door slightly creaking open as the heavy footsteps made their way quietly into the room, but stopped in the middle. I signed against my palm, shutting my eyes as I pretended that I was still sleeping under the blankets. However, the blankets were forcefully pulled off me, not even letting me react or scream out to get someone’s attention for help as the said stranger launched his body over me, repositioning me to lay flat on my back as I was met with the face that I never imaging to be seeing, Lee Heeseung.

“You really thought I would not find out about you being pregnant…with my baby growing inside of you?” He said cunningly. Cocking his head to the side as he smiled at me with a psychotic look on his face that I was leaving kisses all over a few hours earlier at dinner. “You really think I'd let you get that abortion? Think again sweetheart, you're having my legacy. I wanna carry on this little family tradition that was passed on to me.” He giggled menacingly, leaning his head down to rest his forehead against mine, I gulped nervously, feeling my shoulders starting to shake as he whispered something to me that'll haunt me forever.

“I killed your parents, I skinned them alive, cooked their flesh and ate them and I enjoyed every single moment of it, my love.”

And he still had the audacity to act innocent as he called the cops prior after killing my parents, ate on them and got rid of all the evidence. And yet, he acted like a hero in front of the authorities, I eyed him as I sniffled my runny nose, my body couldn't produce tears any longer as a medical staff drapped a blanket over my body. My eyes wandered toward the body bags being loaded into some other car, feeling my heart being stabbed repeatedly at the sight of my once-alive parents. I turned my head around to glance around the neighbourhood, seeing police cars, reporters and some of my neighbours now all looking at me with pity in their eyes, I caught a glimpse of the familiar tall frame and body of Sunghoon as he trailed behind his father as he looked and talked around with authorities for evidence and what not. I frowned as I thought about how strange he was acting tonight, usually when something major happened to me or my family his first priority was to come and comfort me but here he was, doing everything in his will to avoid me as he kept fidgeting around and sparring a few glances towards Heeseung, as he smirked at me mockingly and went away to his car to go home after being done with his job of traumatizing me for life.

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2001, December on New Year's Eve, Tokyo.

“Man can't even rest on this day…” Yudai grumbled as he crashed down on the lap of Taki who was busy playing on his phone, giving Yudai a glare before averting his attention back to his game. “At least Sunghoon isn't here.” Nicholas chimed in as he entered the meeting room with coffee in his hand and the rest of his team trailing behind him, Jake immediately made himself comfy next to Ni-ki who groaned out of annoyance at seeing Jake’s presence. “You were crying over him about two weeks ago, Nicho…” Jungwon stated as he kept his eyes focused on the laptop in front of him, typing his fingers away, Nicholas started to fume and protest back as his face was clearly giving signs that he indeed was lying and was missing Sunghoon’s presence dearly. Speaking of the devil, the door slid open harshly, making everyone inside flinch and some even put their hands on their guns just incase there was a threat in the building, that threat turned out to be just Sunghoon with black eye bags as he gazed at around the room with a displeased expression on his face. Nicholas may have shed some tears as he immediately launched his body onto Sunghoon and hugged the life out of him, making Sunghoon whine about how disgusting he was acting towards him whilst Nicholas kept wailing and speaking gibberish sentences that no one could make sense of. “Alright, that's enough you two…” Fuma uttered as he pulled Nicholas off Sunghoon, Jungwon came up behind him to pat Sunghoon’s shoulder, “Glad to see you back buddy.” He smiled gently at him, Sunghoon doing the same as Sunoo quietly made his way in without letting the others be aware, coming up behind Sunghoon as he smelled him, a frown on his eyebrows, “You're sober?!” Sunoo gasped out, slapping a hand over his mouth in shock as Sunghoon turned around to glare at him. “Your stupidity makes me want to drink again,” Sunghoom said mockingly as he got a scoff from Sunoo as he stormed off to sandwich himself between Jake and Ni-ki. “I drink to forget but I always remember…” Sunghoon exclaimed out loud enough for everyone to hear, earning a few snickers from the guys, he parted his mouth to speak but instead turned his head around to glare at somebody who was running around the office even though it was a policy not to run around whilst working hours. “No running you piece of shit!” He yelled at the boy as he peeked his head out of the door, the said boy only turned his head around to spit out words in a foreign language that Sunghoon couldn't understand. “Verpiss dich, alter mann!” The boy grumbled back at Sunghoon, he glared at him but his expression quickly turned to one of puzzlement as he watched the now-once emotional Nicholas zoom past him and out of the meeting room towards the foreign boy. “MY BABY IS FINALLY BACK!” He wailed as he engulfed the boy in a tight embrace.

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I hummed to myself as I twirled around the living room, dusting some vases off as classical music played softly throughout the room. I laughed as I glanced out the window, watching his the snow fell and piled up in my back garden. I slumped my body down on the couch, closing my eyes as the scene when I killed her parents played over and over behind my eyelids, making me smirk in satisfaction and victory.

“Why did you do that to us?” A voice oh so familiar spoke out, making me flinch as I fluttered my eyes open to see where that source of voice was coming from. It was the end of the hallway of the living room that was always dark and murky, my eyes could only make out the structure of a female figure standing still at the end. “You did me wrong. Lied to me, said that your daughter couldn't ever get pregnant, lied to me about the breakup of her and Sunghoon!” I yelled out at the woman. Making my chest heave up and down as I stayed put in my place, feeling my hands starting to shake as sweat beads started to form on my forehead. “What if I just…did what you did to us, to you?” The woman said cunningly before she started to merge out of the shadows, making me panic even more as I protested against her, screamed at her and her menacing skinless face as I backed myself up the couch, feeling another person holding me down as she got on top of me, and used her claws to slice me open while I let out the most gut-wrenching pained scream, “stop it..please just stop!” I protested in a weak voice, warm tears spilling down my cheeks as I couldn't feel the weight of a person on my body anymore, nor hands holding my wrist down as I reopened my teary eyes, looking around confused about what happened as my hands flew up to touch my chest over my shirt, huffing out of relief as I realized I just went through an episode, I sighed as I took the pill bottle out my pockets, taking a bunch of pills and shoved them down my throat as I swallowed them dry. I lay flat on the couch, staring at the ceiling as a few tears fell down my cheeks, feeling the pills pumping through my system as the effects started to take in and make me drowsy. The ringing to my door shook me out of my drowsy state, turning my head to the side to stare at the clock, who the hell would be at my doorstep at nine pm? I sighed as I dragged my feet across the floor toward the door, opening it ajar as whoever was behind it had pushed their way inside and threw a punch at my face, making me grunt out as I felt being held by the neck and slammed into the now shut door, I opened my eyes to glare at the intruder, and I wasn't certainly expecting Sunghoon out of all people.

“You really thought you’d be safe while I’m still alive, Lee Heeseung?!” He threatened through gritted teeth, as he tighten his hands around my neck, making it slightly harder to breath as I chuckled menacingly at him. “I’d doubt it…cause when I’m finally caught…so are you, murder” I taunted him, feeling adrenaline building up in my system as he tightened his hands around my neck, choking me as I slapped my own hands over his, gasping out for air. “you helped me murder her parents, do not forget that little thing, Sunghoon.”

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2002, January 1st, Tokyo, inside of your apartment.

I stirred awake against the silk sheets of my bedding, fluttering my eyes open and closed as I tried to adjust my vision to the sunlight beaming through the curtains. A yawn went past my mouth as I stretched my body upwards, slowly starting to sit up on the bed as I scratched my already tired eyes, fluttering one eye open and I was met with the most horrific scene ever, making me scream out in fear.

Cameras shuttered and clicked as footsteps went in and out of my room and more investigation and forensics teams piled in. I felt myself getting more nauseous as I sprung out of my bed in a hurry, rushing past the people down the hallways to enter a random bathroom in my apartment, letting everything out in the sink as I heard someone sighing behind me as their hands worked to grab my hair out of my face, patting my back gently as I gagged and threw up even more. I continued until I felt my stomach starting to hurt from how empty it was after all the throwing up, I washed the remains of the vomit and my mouth, splashing some cold on my hot face. Raining my head to stare at Ni-ki who looked at me through the mirror with such hurt and pitiful eyes. “Here…let me guide you.” He murmured softly, letting go of my hair as he gently placed his big hands on my shoulders, guiding me out of the bathroom and outside the apartment building, he handed me over to Jay as he eyed me up and down worriedly. “Are you okay?” Although it was the stupidest thing he could ask after being woken up in your bedroom and seeing disinformed and sliced-off faces all stuck on your bedroom walls, while consequently, all the faces resembled and/or looked familiar to your deceased parents. Jay sighed out in frustration as he guided me towards the police car, opening the door for me as I got in without a word, staring at my lap blankly as I tried to figure out what even happened back there.

I scoffed to myself as I popped another biscuit into my mouth, lowering my binoculars down as I watched Jay get inside the car and took off, leaving the crime scene behind for the rest of the guys. I tsked to myself, getting up from the hard and uncomfortable floor of the building opposite of the apartment building. I dusted my hands and clothes off from any small rocks stuck onto them, “wasn't that too much?” Sunghoon mumbled quietly, as his hair danced around with the wind as he stared down at small cars and investigation crews coming in and out. “There isn't such thing as ‘too much’ in killing, Sunghoon,” I uttered out blankly, raising my binoculars to my eyes as I carefully scanned everything that was happening in her bedroom. “You crossed the line.” He grumbled behind me, making me scoff before turning around to glare at him. “Be glad it wasn't your face sliced off and stuck onto her bedroom walls, Jesus…” I huffed, taking my pill bottle out to shove a bunch down my throat like always. “You still haven't recovered?” He questioned as I turned to face him yet again, making me shove the bottle back in my coat pockets as I sighed out sadly.

“How the hell am I supposed to heal from Parkinson’s, Sunghoon?”

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The two weeks went by like a blur honestly for me, I woke up, ate some food, got ready and went to the office and worked my ass off until my body couldn't take it, go back home and sleep. This cycle repeated for me over and over again, but every day had a single little moment or event to it. Each day being a different one, one day maybe I'll be getting a letter from him taunting me and receipting the night how my parents died, maybe a little voicemail with nothing but heavy breathing on the other line, or maybe him ‘accidentally’ appearing in front of him whilst walking back home, or maybe a beheaded head put neatly onto something in front of my door. Every day was different for him and I hated every single thing he was doing to me.

The sirens of police cars and ambulances were heard through the busy streets of Tokyo as I typed away at my computer, I decided to stay overnight to complete some paperwork, a thing that I've been doing for the past two days as I had such displeasure on going back home. I buffed out in tiredness as I felt my eyes getting dry from staring at the bright screen of the computer all day long, I felt the presence of someone behind me, wheeling my chair around to be met with the sight of Sunghoon who held two mugs in his hand, offering one to me but I suspiciously eyed the mug in my face. “It's not alcohol.” He whispered softly, putting the mug between my hands as he pulled a chair from beside one of the many desks and himself comfortable on it, wheeling himself closer to me as he sipped on his mug. This was not suspicious enough as I took a small sip of the drink, raising my eyebrows as I was surprised I wasn't met with the taste of tea secretly mixed with alcohol but it was simply just ginger tea. I hummed in satisfaction at him, and a small smile formed on his lips as he parted his lips, “How have you been feeling?” He asked simply. It was just a simple question with only two answers, but for me it was a lot more than that. I faked a smile on my face, nodding my head at him as I took another sip of my drink, leaning back against my chair as he eyed me up and down, his head slightly turned to the side. My eyes narrowed at him as I watched a mysterious glint form in his eyes, confused as he leaned and placed his mug down on my desk, leaning his face closer to mine as his warm and minty breath hit my face, making me gulp down nervously and before I knew his lips met mine in a sweet and tender kiss.

I scoffed as I zoomed my binoculars closer to the I scene in front of me, tsking at them as I lowered my binoculars. The winter breeze hit me in the face, making my coat behind me swish and dance around as the wind hit it. small petals of snow started to fall from the gloomy blue sky.

“Even after a whole decade, you're still in love with her, pathetic.” I shook my head in disbelief, huffing out as my breath came out as fog, raising my eyebrows in puzzlement as I watched the ex-lovers, mostly Sunghoon retreat and start regretting his actions as he hurriedly walked away from her, leaving her with that confused and hurt expression on that flushed face of hers. It made me chuckle at how stupid they were acting toward one another, I walked over carefully to the edge of the high building, sitting myself down as I raised my binoculars to my eyes, watching her movements as I waited for the perfect time to strike, “I wished I brought my sniper with me, so I could put a bullet through their heads while they were kissing.” I whispered under my breath. Scoffing to myself as I dangled my feet over the edge, although the next moment had my breath hitched in my throat and my eyes wide open, I watched through my binoculars how she grabbed the knife that she always kept at her desk in case she was staying the night at the office in to work, and how she pointed the blade toward her heart, the blade piercing her chest as her white button up getting soaked with her red blood. I lowered my binoculars, my mouth hanging open as I frowned to myself, my shoulder starting to shake as I let out a loud and psychotic laugh, clutching my stomach as I continued to laugh harder and collapsed on my back on the hard brick floor of the building, snow dropping on my face and hair.

My plan to drive her insane to her death had finally worked, now there was only one thing left to do…to set the building on fire and get rid of her body and the evidence associated with me.

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My eyes wandered between the wet roads of Tokyo and the clock inside the dashboard of my car, every second. My gut feeling was telling me that something was very and very wrong, but I honestly couldn't place my finger on what was wrong. Was me kissing her wrong? Was me lying to everybody that I've cut ties with Heeseung like everyone else but I wasn't? I huffed out as I parked my car at the traffic lights, resting my forehead against the steering wheel as I tapped my fingernails against the wheel, chewing down on my lip as my leg started to bounce up and down, my heartbeats speeding up as my ears picked up on every single tiny sound. I cranked my head up as I saw a bunch of fire trucks and police cars zoom past the cars waiting for the traffic light, and they went toward the way back to the office. Maybe a fire started near our office? Or something like that? I groaned out as I slumped back, rubbing my temples as I felt the drugs Heeseung gave me a few days prior rushing and pumping on my blood. I bit the inside of my cheek, deciding to listen to my gut feeling for once as I backed my car up and speeded in between cars as I followed closely behind the fire trucks and police cars. And the sight of our office building being lit up in fire had me regret my decision to leave her alone inside. I stepped out of the car, jogging up toward the entrance of the office but instead, I was held back by Jay and my father who were already there and were informed about the fire. “Let go of me!” I yelled out, feeling my eyes moisten with warm tears as I kicked around as I was forcefully kept in place by the two men who were yelling in my ears to calm down, I let out a scream of frustration and guilt as I collapsed on the floor, letting the tears flow down my cheeks as my clothes and hands got wet and dirty from snowy pavements. I raised my head to look at the building, some parts of it falling off as it burned away, and due to me still being sensitive to every little sound from the drugs, I immediately picked up on the laughter of a familiar voice. I turned my head slowly toward the source of the laughter, seeing Heeseunf standing at the end of the street, that cunning smirk still on his lips as he dangled a lighter in his hand, my breathing started to get faster as I got up quickly, sprinting toward him as I ignored the pleas and protests of the other guys for me to stop, I launched myself onto him, knocking him down on the floor as I kept viciously punching at his face.

The built-up anger got to me and I’ve had enough of it.

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Heeseung was finally arrested after that night, and I made sure to make his sentence even worse and guaranteed for him as I submitted all the copies of the VHS he had given me every time he started killing from 1995 till now. My father for the first time after my mother's murder finally smiled at me and patted my back for doing a great job. And now we've got him under our hands, we went ahead and searched his house and got ourselves more evidence of cases that were unsolved, and Nicholas took advantage of the situation he was in, taking him in his lab and stripped him naked and got every single thing that could be tested for evidence and he got the results he was exactly searching for, all positive and matching the victim's bodies. If that was humiliating for him, cause the disease was too severe for him when he killed my mother and accidentally left some evidence behind on the weapon and later on framed me for it and let me develop insomnia and be sleep deprived for the rest of my life, spend a year in jail falsely accused as my own father distanced himself away from me and hated my guys for killing my mother. He was immediately found guilty only after the first trial and sentenced to life in person with a death sentence and no parlour. I even admitted that I had helped him with him killing her parents but the jury just ruled it out as manipulation and abuse of power, letting me off the hook as I went back to my job as a lawyer at the office, sober from all the drugs and alcohol. My father got tired and retired, inviting us to one last dinner with him to honour his hard work as we laughed and cried and drank our minds off, he surprisingly announced me as the new head agent of the office, although I was drunk but I was still aware enough to hear Jay banging his head against the table, Nicholas starting to sob out in the lap Yudai. Not even an hour as my new position and rank, and somehow Nicholas managed in his drunk state to print out a vacation leave and made my drunk self convinced and signed it as he took off immediately to go back to Taiwan for two years. And Fuma was having the time of his life to use Heeseung as a punching bag for the new trainees to train their moves on. And you might be worrying about the rest, while Jungwon was still kept as my secretary but I let him take vacation leave, and Jay was still tired of me as he solved cases left and right, Jake was still pretty clueless but got his job done at the lab nonetheless, and Ni-ki…after hearing about the death/suicide of her, he immediately quit his job and moved to California, leaving all of us behind to start fresh there and I respected his wishes to do so since he was babied by her and he basically grew up with her whilst working her and he got the most affected after the news of her death. Sunoo followed him close behind and quit also, going back to his hometown to live a normal and quiet life there, instead Maki, Nicholas's legally adopted son took Ni-ki and Sunoo’s place as the IT specialist of the team. Although, he still couldn’t understand us due to the language barriers between us but he has somehow managed to make it work…and somehow managed to steal every single one of the new girl trainees heart in a second, making Nicholas all smug about it as he bragged about it to me. and Yudai suffered a fractured disk in his spine after demonstrating a move in a wrong way, forcing him to quit the job and relax at home while Fuma took his place in return. and Me…well…here I am, telling you what everyone has been up to as i sat down next to your grave, smiling wickedly to myself as I wiped my tears away, clearing my throat as i got and dusted my clothes off and bidding you goodbye in a small voice and a promise to visit you again.

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“I’m home!” I yelled in a joyful voice, kicking the door closed behind me as I was met with an eerie silence in my home. I hummed to myself in confusion as I strided towards the kitchen to place down the grocery bags to unload later, my only priority was to search for Haseon. Now…Haseon may not be my son, but he was the son of you and well…Heeseung. The one that I immediately took him in my arms and flew with him to Sweden so he could grow under the care of my grandparents and not under Heeseung. I cocked my head to the side, feeling my heartbeats speeding up as I jogged and searched in every room in the house and he was nowhere to be found. Could he possibly in the garden with his pet bunny? That seemed like a reasonable option as I jogged back to the living room and sighing out of relief as I saw the back of his already growing frame. “Haseon! what’re you-“ I gasped out as I slid the door to the garden open, feeling like my throat was tightening up as I stared at him, was I dreaming or was this another child that broke inside the house? I felt my head getting dizzy, my worst nightmare was finally happening, the thing that I always prayed to every god to not let it happen to him since I certainly did not want disown him at such an early age. Haseon slowly turned around, an innocent smile on his face that showed his bloody teeth, as his jaw, mouth, teeth and shirt were all covered in blood. My eyes shakily trailed down to his hands, making me choke on my saliva as I glanced at his pet bunny, all bloody and his red flesh showing, Haseon squeezed the poor bunny, making blood gush out of his lifeless body as he brought the bunny up to his mouth, biting his teeth down on the exposed flesh and taking a big chomp out of it’s body, like a lion eating at it’s prey.

Haseon’s face and body was replaced by Heeseung’s one, making my stomach churn and the vomit slowly making it’s way up my throat. His actions made me think about the same thing Heeseung had done whilst we were both still in high school, and I accidentally caught him doing such a thing to his poor hamster while he menacingly smiled toward me and ate the poor thing raw. The same thing was happening in front of me, but with Haseon…the child I grew on the palm of my hands and sent to multiple doctors around the world to test if he had the psychotic genes like his father.

But they were all negative and wrong, he was just like his father.

A future psycho in the making.

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notes: i was sleep deprived for the past three days trying to finish this, so don’t come for me if the timelines, story or anything don’t line up. just your brains to connect the dot’s together and tadaaa.

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Swallow My Doubt

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A Little Savory tier commission for @iloveyousomuch1989

Word count: 1993

Thanks so much for the request! 💜 💜 😘

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, stepcest, kissing, manhandling, biting/hickeys, dirty talk, breast play, slapping, spitting, ass spanking, pussy spanking, unprotected sex, creampie, possessive Leon, mean Leon

proofread! But apologies for any mistakes I may have missed 😅

Title from Inside Out by Eve 6

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Chaz asked you to meet up after class so you two can work on your economics project. After a couple of hours in the library, he starts getting restless and eventually talks you into going to a nearby hole in the wall to grab some food.

Afterwards, he drops you off at your house with a promise to catch you before class tomorrow to revise your papers together. 

Walking into the house, you kick off your shoes and make your way upstairs, stuffing your keys into your bag as you sling it off your shoulder. 

“Where have you been?”

That pulls you up short, attention moving from your bag over to Leon whose arms are crossed outside your room. 

Your brow furrows, “Huh?”

He glares at you, dropping his arms as he stalks over to you. 

“I asked where were you?”

“Oh, I was with Chaz.”

Your mouth clamps shut at the murderous look that crosses Leon’s face. 

“Chaz, huh?” he spits out. 

He grabs your arm roughly and yanks you into his room and shuts the door. He shoves you against the wood, hands slamming down on each side of your head. You flinch, eyes wide with trepidation. 

“Who’s Chaz?”

His eyes are dark as he stares down at you making you feel small. 

“He’s my economics partner,” you bite your lip nervously, “we literally only go to school together, nothing else. See? Look, it’s our project,” you pull out the binder from your bag flipping it open to show Leon your project. 

His eyes drop from you to your hands, taking in your handwriting next to one he’s never seen before. Looking it over for a few seconds, he smacks it out of your hands and pulls you away from the door. He tosses you down onto his bed and quickly crawls over your body. 

“You should’ve let me know where you were,” he sneers down at you, “looks like big brother needs to teach you a lesson.”

Your clit throbs with arousal and you gasp softly. He grabs your waist and flips you over onto your stomach with a mean laugh. 

He gives a light slap to your ass before clicking his tongue, “Nah, that’s not gonna work. Gonna need to take these off, princess.”

Before you can say anything in reply, Leon is yanking your shorts and panties down your legs and tossing them away. He then yanks you up by your hair so he can tug your shirt off and undo your bra, throwing both articles of clothing on the floor. 

“There we go,” he coos mockingly, “big brother can’t punish you if you’re all covered up.”

You whimper into his pillow when his hand comes down with a loud smack, ass stinging from his palm. Your legs kick out but he straddles the back of your knees to prevent you from moving. 

His hot hands massage your ass, “Gonna spank you til you’re red, princess. That way when you sit in class tomorrow you’ll think twice about what you did.”

“Leon,” you whine, earning two harsh slaps to each cheek. 

Your hips buck into the mattress, trying to shy away from his hand. 

He laughs again, the sound making your pussy clench with want. He brings his palm down harshly on your ass and you squeal as heat blooms across your skin. 

“Aww poor baby,” he grips each cheek in his hands making you cry out as he squeezes harshly. 

Panting, you writhe under him as Leon spanks your ass over and over. One of his hands presses down on your lower back to keep you still so he can slap your reddening cheeks with the other. You buck hard enough to shift his body a little and he retaliates by pinching your inner thighs making you cry out. 

“Guess you’ll think twice before staying out late with some stranger huh, princess?”

“‘m sorry,” you arch and wiggle, but he only scoffs down at you. 

“Well since you don’t want me to spank your ass, guess I need to move on to your cute little pussy, huh?”

“Big brother,” you whimper, clit throbbing as your pussy leaks slick down your thighs.

He fists the hair at the back of your head and pulls, making your back arch uncomfortably as you whine. 

“Turn over, princess,” he rumbles, “need to spank that sweet little pussy.”

He doesn’t even give you the chance to do it yourself, letting go of your hair to use his big hands to grab your shoulder and hip to flip you over. Shoving open your legs, his palm comes down hard on your bare cunt. You quickly cover your mouth to stop the loud moan slipping past your lips as tears gather at your lash line. 

Leon glares up at you, “Let me hear you, little sis or I’m gonna get really upset.”

He slaps his hand on your sensitive clit and a low keening cry escapes your throat. He spanks your cunt again, letting his fingertips catch on the hood of your clit. 

“You need to know your place,” he growls “this little pussy deserves to be slapped.”

Your toes curl as you arch your back, unconsciously pushing your pussy up into his stinging slaps. 

“Please big brother, promise to be good,” you mewl, hands scrabbling at his sheets as tears track down your cheeks. 

He spreads your cunt open and spits directly on your sensitive bud, bringing his fingers down to slap your wet clit. A lightning bolt of pleasurable pain makes you wail while your  body jerks like you’ve been shocked. 

“Got both of you crying for me,” Leon’s voice is harsh, “next, m’gonna fuck you til you’re crying on my cock.”

You let out a pitiful moan as Leon tosses your legs over his shoulders. He grips his cock and smacks it against your swollen mound. 

“Juicy fucking pussy,” he laughs at you, “can’t even punish you without your slutty cunt leaking all over the place.”  

Before you can say anything, he’s pressing his leaky tip into your clenching hole. He sinks his dick into your fluttering walls at such a slow pace, you start to squirm against the bed. 

He slaps your tits hard making you freeze up as white hot arousal has your pussy clenching. 

“Behave,” he bares his teeth at you, “you’re just here to take it, princess.”

Whimpering, you nod at him, hands coming up to wipe your wet eyes, “Yes, big brother.”

With a groan, Leon finally bottoms out inside your pussy, fat dick grinding against your g-spot as his tip kisses your cervix making you clench repeatedly around him. 

He bends down and kisses under the swell of your breasts, teeth nibbling the skin making you gasp. He places open mouth kisses up to the areola before diverting and kissing his way up to your neck. 

Sharp pain lances through you as he sinks his teeth into your skin. A choked sob leaves your throat as Leon pulls away to bite you again. 

“Big brother, s’too much,” your hands grab his hair but he doesn’t budge from your neck. 

He sucks another bruise into your skin as he rocks his hips in and out of your pussy. You tug his sandy strands as he bites and sucks mark after mark into your neck. 

“You can take it, let big brother show you your place,” he pulls back, to sit on his haunches, dragging you into his lap, “that little princess cunt needs to be dicked down, doesn’t she?”

He simpers at you mockingly as you cry from how deep he’s bullying his cock into you, the pleasure almost overwhelming in its intensity. 

“See? Knew you’d be crying on my cock,” he coos at you, although his eyes are still dark and mean, “doesn’t big brother fill you up so good?”

“S’good, big brother,” you cry softly, cunt fluttering around his dick as he grinds against the opening to your womb, “too big.”

He groans, hands slipping between your bodies to grab your breasts, squeezing them in each hand. Leaning forward, he kisses you messily, tongue licking into your gasping mouth. You whine, feeling as his hands massage and grope at your tits, fingers digging harshly enough into the soft tissue to bruise. 

Slick gushes from your hole when he slaps your breasts before teasing his fingers across your hard nipples. He sucks your tongue into his mouth as he softly circles around your hard buds, letting his fingers trace the edge of your nipples then groping your tits in the palm of his hands. 

He moves away from kissing you, bringing one hand up to shove his thumb into your mouth, pressing down on your back teeth to hold it open. A hot glob of spit hits your tongue making you squirm in his hold. 

“Uh uh,” he clicks his tongue, “keep still.”

Leon’s hand squeezes your jaw and he drools into your open mouth. Whimpering, you swallow his spit as best you can. He gathers more saliva in his mouth and spits directly into your throat. Thighs squeezing, you whine, throat clicking as you swallow it all down. 

“Such a slutty little sister,” he lets go of your mouth, hand coming down to circle your neck. 

His hips snap into yours, cock thrusting in and out of your sopping wet hole again and again, until he’s railing you into the mattress. You’re openly crying now, little hiccuping sobs as his other hand slides down your body to pinch and rub at your swollen clit.

“I’m g-getting close,” you whisper, “big brother, you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Yeah I am,” he grins at you, eyes wild, “want you creaming all over my cock, little princess. But first, who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“What was that? Couldn’t quite hear you.”

“You, I belong to you, big brother,” you moan as he gently squeezes your throat, making the bruises twinge under his hand. 

Your orgasm is teetering on the edge and you want to scream when he stops playing with your clit. He brings his hand up to coat his fingers in spit and then brings them back down to slap across your bud. 

Your back bows, electric currents fizzing through your blood as he keeps spanking your clit with his wet fingers, making the sting feel that much better. He laughs and squeezes your throat a little tighter and you cum, pussy clenching down on his dick tightly. 

“Is my slutty little sister cumming?” he kisses you roughly, tongue bullying into your mouth like his cock bullies into your spasming cunt. 

“Fuck,” he grits out, moving back to grab your hips so he can rabbit into your squelching pussy, “too good, I can’t—“

With a growl, he buries himself deep into your fluttering walls and cums, filling your pussy with hot, sticky jizz. He slumps down onto you, letting your sensitive cunt milk him as your orgasms slowly taper off. He pulls out with a soft grunt and then lays down on you, pressing his face into your clavicle. 

On the comedown, you start to sniffle, making him raise his head up, voice soft, “C’mere, princess.”

He shifts up to pull you into his arms, “Let’s go take a bath,” he kisses the top of your head, “I can rub your back and wash your hair.”

“That would be nice,” you raise up to gaze into his face. 

He looks apologetic, “I just— I care about you so much. You’re my girl. It’s not just about sex, I wanna take care of you.”

He brushes your hair back and drops soft kisses across the apples of your cheeks, “Sorry I get a little jealous. Don’t want anyone else even looking at you most of the time.”

You wrap your arms around him, “I’m all yours, big brother. Promise.”

He kisses you, so soft and sweet it makes your toes curl. 

“Good,” he nips your bottom lip, “I’m all yours, too.” 

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[unioncityblues]

Debbie Harry in horror films.

Videodrome (1983) dir. David Cronenberg

Tales from the Darkside: The Movie (1990) dir. John Harrison

Body Bags (1993) dir. Tobe Hooper and John Carpenter

#debbie harry #blondie #horror #1980s #1990s #david cronenberg #john harrison #tobe hooper #john carpenter #horror movies #1980s movies #1990s movies #80s #90s #80s movies #90s movies #horror films #classic horror #80s horror #90s horror #1980s horror #1990s horror #vintage

[sapphic-coded]

I Swear That I Don't Have A Gun

You grew up in Ohio with your father, brother, and sister. Your family was small and strange. Because of that, you were picked on relentlessly at school. Until another weird kid showed up. Her family moved in across the street from you. It wasn't long until the two of you became friends. Your friendship became the light in your life. Until it ended suddenly. Rumors followed your friend's disappearance. Russian spies. You didn't see her again until you crossed paths at work.

Series Masterlist

Natasha Romanoff x fem Reader

Warnings: Violence. Reader is a messed up assassin and did not choose her codename. Childhood trauma hanging out in the background. Minors DNI.

Word Count: 5.3k

Author's Note: When writer ADHD hits, it hits. Sorry for the wait friends. Been working on this for a comically long time. Thank you for all the love and support for this series. I love that you love this. Enjoy!

Taglist: @natsxwife @iliketozoneout @newawakening9 @natasha-1million @ilovemcuff @taliiiaasteria @alowint @yerisdumbass @natashasilverfox

Chapter Seven: You Don't Know Me

Mount Vernon, Ohio – 1993

You counted the small rocks in your black gloved hand. Neither one looked the same. All were varying shades of gray. A few were smooth and round while others were rough with sharper edges. It was the best of what you could find around the neighborhood. You looked up when you heard the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow. 

The ends of Nat’s blue hair spilled out of her dark gray knitted hat. Her black puffy jacket swallowed up most of her body. In her white gloved hands was a single stick. It wasn’t very long. Hardly more than four inches. Some pine needles still hung off of it. You watched as she approached while the chill that hung in the air after the first snowfall stabbed at your cheeks. 

“Aren’t we supposed to use a carrot?” you asked as she came to stand next to you. You were also pretty sure that you were supposed to use coal instead of rocks. 

“My mom already cut up the one we have,” Nat replied. 

You certainly didn’t have any carrots lying around at home. Your refrigerator and Nat’s were so different that it was jarring the first time you saw it. You hadn’t realized how much food one refrigerator could hold when you didn’t have to make room for your father’s weekly experiments. 

You looked at the headless snowman in front of you. You had spent the better part of the last two hours alongside Nat and her younger sister building the snowman in front of their house. The snowman’s base was large, round, and a bit lopsided. But it supported the slightly smaller packed ball of snow on top of it. You and Nat had done your best to brush off any dirt or blades of grass that stuck to the snow. Now you waited for Yelena to return with the snowman’s head. 

You heard Nat shift next to you while you stared at the empty spot where the snowman’s head will go. You wondered what kind of person this snowman would be. It was a shame when your brother told you years ago that snowmen don’t actually come to life after they are built. There’s no singing or dancing. It was as your father put it when he overheard your conversation:

“It is a byproduct of man’s lust for godhood.”

But maybe they did come to life. In secret. Perhaps at night. You read about all kinds of supposedly fake creatures coming to life in secret in your sister’s books. If it was possible, would this snowman end up being a good person or a bad one? Would the lack of a carrot make a difference? 

“Are you going somewhere?” Nat asked. 

You looked at her and found her looking across the street. You followed her gaze. Outside on your driveway was your father. The trunk of his station wagon hung open while he shoved a couple large bags into it. His back remained toward you and you hoped it would stay that way. The freshly plowed street put enough distance between him and you that you felt like you could breathe normally without him noticing. 

Your gaze landed back on Nat. “My father is attending a convention. It’s a tradition.” 

“What kind of convention?” she asked. 

You shrugged. “One for people like him.” 

He would come back giddy from talking with his fellow scholars. You knew that when he returned you and your siblings would be forced to spend at least three hours trapped at the kitchen table with nothing to eat but plenty to listen to. If something particularly interesting happened, you would definitely be trapped at the table for five hours. 

“You’re not going with him?” she asked. 

You heard the trunk of your father’s station wagon slam shut. You looked over your shoulder and watched as your father started back up the driveway. You looked at Nat and shook your head. “Kids aren’t allowed.” 

Yelena hurried around the house from the backyard carrying a mostly round snowman sized head. It was pretty impressive when she reached you guys. Since you both were taller, you and Nat carefully took the soon to be snowman head and set it on top of its cold, round body. You pushed one smooth light gray rock into the snowman’s left eye socket and then pushed a square black rock into its right. You let Yelena help you set the rest of the rocks into a wide smile. Nat pushed the stick into the middle of the snowman’s face. Then, all three of you stepped back to admire your work. 

“We should give him a name,” Yelena said. 

You tried to imagine the snowman’s rock eyes blinking. You imagined puffs of white mists slipping from between his rocky lips. You tried to imagine him with a carrot for a nose. “He looks like an Ian.” 

You heard Yelena giggle and when you looked at Nat you saw the beginnings of a smile curling her lips. 

Triskelion, Washington D.C.  – 2012

Being part of a team sucks. There are rules you have to follow. Sure, there were rules back when you were working for your father. But those rules were different. You could bend and shape them into whatever you needed. As long as the job was done, your father was content. Maybe he’d nitpick if the job got messy. But you had the freedom of choice. There were so many ways to kill people. Some days your imagination would run wild with new possibilities. You had yet to surprise a target in their bathroom and drop a toaster into their bathtub while they were bathing. Then there was the old classic you had yet to try. This idea demanded the perfect costume, but tying a target to train tracks and watching a high speed train obliterate their body into nothing more but tiny bloody chunks would be great fun. 

You loved that part of the job almost as much as you loved watching your target’s life drain from their eyes. But now that freedom is gone. You don’t get to decide how you are going to do your job. You are told. Ordered. The worst is when you’re not even allowed to kill your target. You remember the first time you were given that bizarre job. You remember how punchable your target’s face was. You remember how easy it would have been to just push the ridiculous man over the edge. No one would have known. But you couldn’t. You watched that opportunity pass you by and you wanted to scream. 

You did scream. At Rumlow. You cornered him and demanded to know why. Why did they keep fucking with your head? 

He reminded you of your role. The chains that kept you bound to these nonsensical rules. You work for SHIELD. You don’t kill targets unless SHIELD wants you to kill them. You keep to your role and you don’t raise suspicions. You live out the story Rumlow crafted for you. He found you on one of his missions. He saw your potential and peeled you up off the ground like some frozen, sick, dying, abandoned mutt. He molded you into the weapon you are now. A weapon he happily handed to SHIELD. 

You hate that story. You hate it more than the stupid suit he forces you to wear. The black tactical suit covers every inch of your body from your neck down to your feet. It had taken a while to get used to the added weight of the black body armor attached to the suit. You still don’t like it. It makes you feel as if you are a child running around with pillows tied to your chest and a foam sword in your hand. But it’s the mask that feels the most suffocating. Despite being able to hear clearly from within the black helmet, you feel cut off from the world. The black tinted visor that conceals your face is full of fancy technology that often gets in the way when you are just trying to watch your target die. You hate the stupid suit. You hate that you can’t do anything without having to wear it. The only time you can strip the stupid costume off and breathe in lungfuls of air conditioned air is in your bunk buried beneath all the levels of SHIELD and fake SHIELD and real HYDRA. 

But if you could choose, you’d stick with the stupid suit if you could craft a different story. Preferably one that didn’t include anyone molding you into anything. But that freedom is gone, and all you have is a boatload of memories to distract you from how angry you are. That anger burns deep inside you. It fuels your every step as you walk alongside Rumlow down a bright, busy hallway. You ignore all the data that blinks across the inside of your visor screen with every SHIELD agent that hurries by. In the beginning you had been curious, but now all the data was familiar and boring. Mostly low level clearance agents with spotless records because they never did anything but sit at their desks or hurry around places looking busy. 

You walk out into a large hangar and board one of the waiting Quinjets. You spy two empty seats in the cockpit and a black duffel bag resting on one of the seats in the cargo bay. Rumlow hands you a small, black flash drive. You roll your eyes despite knowing that he can’t see your face. If he let you take off the damn helmet you could read the mission briefings perfectly fine. You didn’t need to clog up your visor’s hub with all the unnecessary tidbits of information on your targets. You hate this role. 

“This one is routine,” Rumlow begins as you insert the flash drive into the slot along the backside of your helmet. Almost instantly, information clogs up your interior visor screen. “Your target is Tomek Sikora. He’s an arms dealer that SHIELD has kept an eye on.” The picture of your target fills up your visor. Tall, muscular build. Short, dirty blonde hair. Blue eyes. Mid thirties. “We have good intel that he’s operating out of an abandoned storefront in Bardstown, Kentucky. His main clientele is HYDRA.” 

Your visor floods with images of your target standing with or shaking hands with other important looking men and women. A few of the faces look familiar, but the images scroll too quickly across your visor for you to be certain. 

“Your objective is to shut down Sikora’s operation,” Rumlow says. “SHIELD would prefer Sikora alive, but if you have no choice, do what is necessary.” 

The coded orders hidden behind his words brings a small hint of relief. A nice simple kill. You know that if you read more into the file scrolling across your visor that you could piece together why real HYDRA wants Sikora dead. But you don’t care. All you care about is watching your target die. All you care about at this moment is that you won’t be forced to watch your target walk away breathing. A straightforward mission is exactly what you need. Something easy. Sikora will probably put up some kind of fight. You’ll engage and end it when it feels right. 

You pull the flash drive from the slot at the back of your helmet. Your visor clears. 

“Rollins will accompany you on this mission,” Rumlow says. 

Eh. It could be wors–

“Slight change of plan.”

Both you and Rumlow turn towards the open cargo bay door. You see her clearly through your visor screen. You feel the chains of your boredom lift. That familiar energy that buzzes right beneath your skin awakens. You haven’t seen her since you put a bullet through Erik’s head. Even then, you can’t count that as your official last parting. You were buried beneath your costume. She didn’t know you were there. Because if she did, she wouldn’t have let you go like that. 

The weight of the costume you wear now feels heavier as you watch her ascend up the Quinjet’s ramp. She’s dressed in civilian clothes. You love the black, leather jacket that she wears over her red shirt. Dark denim jeans cover the length of her legs, and a gun sits in a black holster strapped to her right thigh. You’re envious of her clothes. You want to look into her wardrobe. You want to strip out of this stupid suit and wear anything else. 

“Agent Romanoff,” Rumlow greets. 

Nat. Your teeth bite into your lower lip. You know you can’t say anything. The rules of your role have been drilled into your head. You don’t speak. You only act. If anyone asks questions, Rumlow has your pathetic sob story ready to share. You know all this. You know you must comply. But you really want to say something. 

Her olive green eyes settle on you as she steps into the cargo bay. You instantly miss the recognition as she looks at you. Her eyes travel up and down the length of your body, taking in your forced getup. You want her to see right through it. You want her to say your name and rip the damn mask from your face so the chase can resume. 

“What’s the update?” Rumlow asks. 

Her attention shifts to him. “Rollins can’t make it. He’s in medical. I’m filling in.” 

Now you really really want to say something. You watch as she walks over to where the black duffel bag sits. A smile stretches across your face. You had wanted to start slow. A coffee date scheduled on a day that neither one of you needed to even think about work. But if you can’t have that, then you will happily take this. 

“That’s not necessary,” Rumlow replies. 

Your smile drops away, and you turn your head to give Rumlow the most threatening glare he will never see. He ignores you as Nat zips up her duffel bag and looks over at him. 

“I’ll get one of the other guys to fill in for Rollins,” Rumlow continues. “It’s a routine operation, and you’re needed for more Avenger missions.” 

You wonder what would happen if you punched Rumlow in the face. If you swing hard enough, there is a good chance you could knock him out. That would give you a couple seconds to say something to Nat before all hell breaks loose. You’d definitely apologize for the stupid thing you said before. And if Rumlow didn’t go down in one punch, you could always follow it up with a solid kick. 

“Fury disagrees,” Nat replies. 

The name sparks two recent memories of the Director of SHIELD. Both memories consisted of you standing in this stupid suit and staring at the bald man with an eyepatch while he interrogated Rumlow about you. You played the part of a lost puppy well enough despite wanting to smash your head into the closest wall. 

“Besides,” Nat looks first at you and then back to Rumlow, “I’ve been dying to meet your new sidekick.” 

Oh god. That one hurt. 

“They’re not much of a talker,” Rumlow says. 

You have so much to say. 

“We’ll figure it out,” Nat replies. 

Rumlow shakes his head, but finally relents. He looks at you. “Stay focused. I expect results.” 

You watch as he steps out of the cargo bay and descends down the jet’s ramp. For a moment, you can’t believe your luck. You thought that Rumlow would have done just about anything to rip you away from Nat. He had made sure to keep you as far away from her as possible. But the reality of your amazing luck settles when Nat comes to stand next to you. 

“Has he taught you how to fly one of these?” she asks. 

You shake your head. 

“Okay,” she says. “I’ll fly. You fill me in on the mission.” 

This is the greatest day of your life. 

The Quinjet, Kentucky Sky – A Short Time Later

You pull the flash drive free from the tablet’s port. The tablet’s screen goes blank while the hub screen built into your interior helmet visor lights up with a selection of unnecessary data about the tablet. Battery at 68%. No security update needed. Software version 3.8.27. You don’t understand why you are forced to tolerate the random extra tech. Rumlow told you it was to make your story more realistic. You still didn’t understand how something only you see makes others believe you more. 

You look up from the tablet, and the extra data clears. Bright sunlight floods the cockpit. The sky outside is so blue that it is almost painful to look at. You are sitting in the co-pilot seat. The various buttons and screens stretched across the dashboard mean nothing to you. Nat has been doing all the flying. All you’ve done is find a SHIELD issued tablet and plugged in the flash drive so Nat could review the details of your mission. So far she’s asked you easy questions about the mission. Your answers are simple nods or a shake of your head. You want to say more. You need to say more. But you stay quiet. You comply with your role. 

But there is sweet happiness in your forced silence. You look over to the empty pilot seat next to you. Nat left a few minutes ago to change after switching on the autopilot. You are tempted to lift up your helmet and sniff the pilot seat. You want to know what she smells like. You want to peel your black gloves off and touch the cushions of the seat. Feel the warmth left behind by her touch. A couple different scenarios float through your head and each one is far more entertaining than sitting in silence. But at least you get to be near her. You don’t have to hurry off and leave her. Despite all these stupid rules, you’ve discovered a piece of freedom that kept eluding you before. 

You turn your gaze forward when you hear Nat emerge from the tiny bathroom directly behind the cockpit. She settles back into the pilot’s seat. Her casual clothes are gone. You miss the leather jacket, but the black catsuit is a warm familiar memory. You tuck the flash drive into one of your suit’s many pockets. 

“Shouldn’t be long now,” she comments as her green eyes dart across the various screens and lit buttons. “About fifteen minutes out.” 

There’s a moment when you taste that bitterness of disappointment. You don’t want this to end. The two of you up in the sky without anyone else to distract you. But that moment ends when you remember what’s to come. For the first time you won’t be on opposing sides. Sort of. Not exactly. But it sends a thrill through you. 

“So,” she looks over at you, “Silent Type.” 

You frown at the stupid codename. You know she can’t see your face, but she sees something because she starts to smile. The tablet’s screen comes back to life as you navigate to the application you need. A virtual keyboard pops up along the lower half of the tablet. Your gloved fingers are quick as you type your message. You turn the tablet around so she can read it. 

Rumlow’s idea. Not mine. 

Your answer seems to amuse her more as she nods. 

“That does sound like a name he would come up with,” she says. 

You turn the tablet to face you again and delete what you wrote. Your fingers are quick to tap out another message. 

Did you choose your codename? 

Her smile falls a bit as she reads your question. “What did Rumlow tell you about me?” 

It doesn’t take you long to delete your question and type out your reply. 

Avenger. 

“That’s it?” she asks. 

You lower the tablet and nod. It’s not entirely a lie. Rumlow had spent most of his time preparing you for this stupid role. That meant filling your head with a bunch of random bullshit about fake SHIELD and real HYDRA. He trained you to remember your story. He did his best to polish off the grime of freelance and make you seem more refined. He rarely brought up Nat. And when he did, he never let you think about her for long. 

“I guess we’ll need to get to know each other better after this mission,” she says. 

More time with Nat? This day just gets better and better. Your fingers tap against the tablet’s digital keyboard again. When you lift up the tablet, you are very interested in her answer. 

What did Rumlow say about me?

“You’re his pet project,” she says as her smile returns. 

You frown. You want to somehow clarify that you are nobody’s pet project, but one of the buttons on the dash lights up and steals Nat’s attention. You watch as she turns off the autopilot and takes control of the Quinjet. 

“We’re approaching our target,” she reaches up and flips a switch. “I’ll set us down somewhere close. With our stealth systems engaged, they shouldn’t be able to spot us.” 

You turn your head and look out at the bright blue sky. While you love the quality time with Nat, you also need to come up with a plan for this mission. Rumlow’s coded orders had been clear. Kill Sikora. If Rollins had joined you on this mission, you wouldn’t have needed to do much thinking beyond when to kill your target. But Nat’s fantastic presence complicated things. You doubt that she’s part of fake SHIELD. Which meant putting a bullet in Sikora’s head outright wouldn’t go over well. Especially if your target decides to surrender. 

Your plan starts to take shape within your mind as Nat guides the concealed Quinjet towards the ground. It’s a simple plan. Draw your target away from Nat and kill him where it is just you and him. It would ruin the foreplay. You probably wouldn’t have much time and would need to kill Sikora quickly. But you’d get to talk to Nat later which seemed like a generous trade. 

The bright onslaught on sunlight fades as Nat sets the Quinjet down in a clearing surrounded by eastern white pine trees. Based on the data you had skimmed earlier, the abandoned storefront your target is operating out of is just north of your location. When the Quinjet’s engines fall quiet, you stand. You leave the tablet on your seat as you head for the cargo bay. You approach a metallic box bolted onto one of the walls. Your gloved fingers type in a code on the keypad fixed to the front of the box. The front panel unlocks and opens to reveal a small armory. 

Smaller than usual. No fancy explosives. Your usual selection of guns has been paired down to one: a single black Glock. You suspect your limited selection is thanks to Rumlow. You figure this has something to do with your training, but you don’t really care. You’re more disappointed in how the gun feels in your hand. You miss your Beretta. You don’t feel the same without it. 

You slide the Glock into the empty holster at your right hip and turn when you hear Nat enter the cargo bay. She holds the tablet you left behind. Her finger slides across the tablet’s screen, and you watch the way her head tilts slightly as she reviews the mission data. You imagine that she looked exactly like that whenever information on you ended up in her hands. Your smile starts to return as you grab the tactical knife left in the armory and slide it into place on your belt. 

She turns off the tablet and sets it down next to her black duffel bag. She lifts her hand and speaks into her wrist. “Comms check.”

You hear her voice flood your helmet and you don’t want it to stop. When she looks over at you, you nod. Her smile threatens to break you. You want so desperately to say something. You want her to look at you like she knows you. Like she did before whenever she appeared on one of your jobs. But your mouth stays shut. You comply. 

It’s quiet when you both exit the Quinjet. As you make your way through the cluster of trees, you can’t help but think back to your last freelance job in the middle of nowhere. The sound of gunshots ripping apart tree bark. The smell of sweat and blood on your target’s body. The feeling of her hand around your wrist. 

You stop when you reach the treeline. Roughly fifty yards ahead of you is the bland backside of the abandoned storefront. The back door is unguarded. You don’t see any cameras either. It’s no wonder why HYDRA wants Sikora gone. The lack of security is almost offensive. It’s as if your target is inviting you inside. 

“We’ll split up and sweep the area,” her voice is low and when you look at her, you nod. 

Perfect. As long as you find Sikora first, this mission should be easy. 

“I’ll take the upper floor while you secure the lower,” she says. 

As you nod, you hope that you’ll find Sikora in the storefront’s basement. If you don’t, you don’t know exactly how you’ll get your target far enough away from Nat. 

You both step out of the treeline and make your way towards the storefront’s back entrance. By the time you reach the back door and press your back against the wall, you notice that both you and Nat have drawn your guns. You bite your tongue to hold back a laugh at the thought that instantly springs to life within your mind. This must be the first time you both have a gun in your hand and you’re not pointing them at each other. Now would be a great time to take your helmet off. 

Nat reaches for the door handle, and it’s unlocked. You decide that it’s your target’s inflated ego that left the door unlocked and not stupidity. Or a trap. You try not to let that last thought get you too excited as you follow Nat through the backdoor. 

You enter a narrow hallway. Directly ahead of you is a wide open doorway that reveals a large empty room. Remains of what was clearly a counter mark the worn looking floorboards. Dark colored wallpaper peels from the walls. The room itself is lit only by the light that spills out from the hallway. Large, thin boards are nailed across the windows. Littered about the floorboards is trash, random dark wet spots, and the occasional clothing hanger. 

To your right is a set of stairs leading to the upper floor. To your left is the remains of another door. You see the hinges, but the door that clearly once occupied the space is gone. Beyond it is another set of stairs leading down towards the basement. You turn to your left and start to descend the stairs. You hear Nat ascending the stairs behind you. You force yourself not to look back as you lift your gun and keep going. 

Your footsteps are quiet on the stairs. When you reach the bottom, you find yourself alone in an empty room. The lights are on. Boxes and crates are stacked against one of the walls. On the other side of the room is another doorway, but this one still has a door attached to it. As you walk further into the room, you hear a loud thud shake the low ceiling. You feel a tiny spike of jealousy that Nat found her targets while you are alone in a basement. Another loud thud shakes the ceiling again. That lingering spike of jealousy flees when the door on the other side of the room opens. 

You pull the trigger the second you see someone fill up the space in the doorway. You see the person drop and no one else comes out. You move towards the open door. One quick look down at the man dying on the basement floor at your feet confirms that they are not your target. You step over the dying man and into the room. It’s a small break room with a fold out plastic table that eats up most of the space. Sitting on the table, directly in the middle, is a small, square television. It’s on and playing an old western. 

When you return to the dying man laying in the doorway, you find him dead. The man’s lifeless eyes stare up at you. His mouth is slightly parted. His hair looks greasy. He looks about as old as any average college student. The sounds of the western playing on the television fills up the quiet as you stare down at the dead man. The sounds of shouting pulls you out of your odd stupor. 

You step over the dead man and hurry back towards the stairs. You quickly climb back up into the narrow hallway and start towards the stairs that would take you up to the upper floor when you see it. You are standing at the base of the stairs when you see a body falling. You see their arms first as they come up, and you see how their legs trip over each other. You notice a mop of dirty blonde hair right before it smashes into the first uppermost step. The body falls hard down the stairs with a series of sickening crunches. You take a few steps back when you notice the body picking up some speed. When the body finally reaches the bottom of the stairs, it rolls over once and stops. 

Sikora lays at your feet. His neck is bent at a terrible angle. His blue eyes are wide open. You see a piece of bone poking out from his forearm. Your gun lowers at the sight of your target’s still body. You feel numb at the sight of it. No satisfaction. No sense of pride. Not even relief. You don’t know how to feel when you step over your target’s body and ascend the stairs. That strange feeling persists as you find Nat standing near a table. Littered across the floor are six bodies. You can’t tell if some are alive or not, but you feel the corners of your lips curl into a smile. Nat doesn’t have a scratch on her. None of the bodies scattered across the room were a challenge for her and you just want to run up to her and kiss her and hug her tight because it makes sense. One piece of your life hasn’t changed. She’s still your friend even if you can’t act like hers. 

As you walk further into the room, carefully stepping over fallen bodies, Nat closes up a black laptop that is sitting on the table. Her smile melts away any lingering numbness hanging on from seeing your target’s body. 

“Good work,” she says. “SHIELD will be here in ten to clean up.” 

You savor her praise before looking at the laptop again. 

“Just a little side project,” she says after following your gaze. She picks up the black laptop and moves towards you. “You ever have bourbon from here?”   

You shake your head. 

“Then we’re making a quick pit stop before we head back,” she says. 

You follow her, and you can’t help feeling like you are back in Ohio. It’s as if school is finally letting out and you two have the rest of the day ahead of you. You want this day to last forever. You’d rather her know it’s you, but if this is all you can have, then you’ll take it.

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[fanofspooky]

Horror movies of 1993

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[diejager]

Say Cheese! Cw: stalking, picture, invasion of privacy, home invasion, DARKFIC, dark!reader, Ghostface!reader, forced voyeurism, mention of murder, blood, tell me if I missed any.

part 3

Just as Simon had promised, he left a window in the kitchen open, the latch unlocked and the screen light enough for you to slide up and crawl in. Dressed in your hunting attire, the cheap Ghostface mask you bought at a little Halloween store and made your little disguise from other leather clothes you took from Simon and bought on your own. You’ve seen people cosplay in different styles, but you’d grown fond of the leather-clad Ghostface from a game you never bothered playing, but admired.

Dropping in quietly, you stalked through the house, your shoes leaving a trail of dirt as you round the table, running a gloved finger over the clean surface. You liked how clean the house was, tables wiped squeaky clean, floor mopped and carpets smelling fresh, everything about this place oozed of obsession and cleanliness —both things you understood and practiced. But you loved dirtying perfect homes even more than obsessively cleaning your knife of dried blood. There was an appeal in painting the alabaster walls of your obsession with blood, the prettiest red adding life to a bland life, much like their choked screams and screeching wails echoing in your ears when you stabbed them. It was a passionate art —your art.

Leaving the kitchen with a trail of dirt as a reminder that you were in Johnny’s safe haven, that you had power over their dwelling that Simon swore was safe and well protected. You knew it was, the blinking, red light of the camera pointed down the hall and peering into the dining room. You peeked your head out, putting on a show for Johnny to see when he woke up, standing straight as you left the safety of the wall. A crooked grin stretched behind your mask, head tilted to the side and waved at the camera, it was deliberately slow and taunting.

You could already see Johnny’s face, the panic and sheer terror that you relished in. You knew he thrived on control, being in control of his situation and understanding it, losing it could send any man on the edge of fear —even you and Simon liked organisation and control. You slowly climbed the stairs, your coat flowing behind every step of the carpeted floor, hand sliding up the banister until you reached the end of it.

You were finally on the same floor as them, their bedroom door left slightly ajar for you to peer in with an eye, breath laboured and warm inside your mask when you found Johnny and Simon sleeping in bed. You pushed it open, sliding in with your eyes still lingering on the couple, eyes as wide as the smile on your lips. Johnny was sound asleep, oblivious to your presence in the safest place in the house, snoring lightly with those low, hanging bags under his eyes. You would’ve felt guilty for making Johnny’s nights horrible if you weren’t so sadistically pleased by his debauched and exhausted appearance, warmth stirring in your gut at making him so sad.

Unconsciously, a hand slipped under the lapel of your coat, finding the brick-shaped camera in your pocket, an old model you inherited from your grandparents. You stepped closer, standing at the end of their bed, waiting for Simon to acknowledge your presence, for him to see how far you made it in their house without alerting him. You wanted to make him proud for using the skills he taught you when he first took you in, showing you the way with a hard hand and mean praises. And you couldn’t stop the shudder that wracked your body when his eyes opened, his pretty brown eyes staring through the black fabric hiding your eyes and mouth.

“Si,” you whispered reverently, gazing at him for permission as you raised your camera.

Giving you a subtle nod, he closed his eyes and acted asleep, letting you take as many pictures as you wanted. Feeling extremely giddy, you positioned the camera, looking through the viewfinder of your 1993’s EOS Rebel and snapped pictures. You admired every shot you took, taking a second to preserve the scene in your mind, committing the shots to memory. Taking a few more, you tucked it back into your coat, bending over Simon’s side to whisper your gratitude, ready to leave and call it a night, but his hand griped your wrist, calling you back to his side.

Head cocked to the right, you watched him slowly untangle himself from Johnny, wrapping his arm around your hips and brought you to his chest. He hummed lowly, hands running over your disguise and slipping under your chin, collaring your throat before he cupped your chin, nudging your mask over your lips. Blinded by the mask’s cheeks, you felt his hot breath hit your lips, making you squirm on his lap, body tingling and core pulsing for a rewarding kiss from your owner.

“Thank you,” you managed to choke out before his chapped lips met yours, his kiss dominating and passionate, holding your face still as he devoured you whole with one kiss, “Thank you. Thank you.”

All you could do was mumble in worship, thanking him for every touch of his lips on yours and the burn of his invading tongue. He left you panting and wanting when you crawled out of the house, locking the window behind you like he told you this morning, walking home with a skip in your step.

Johnny felt sick, the unease in his gut weighing heavily as he stared at the computer screen in utter fear. He scrambled to the office after he found a series of pictures taken of both him and Simon in their sleep, vulnerable and oblivious tot he danger that was standing an arm away from doing anything to them. He hadn’t taken a second to flip through the images, rushing to the computer to see how his stalker had made it in their home without either of them knowing. He gawked at the lean figure standing in the arching entrance of his dining room, clad in black and grey toned leather waving at the camera.

He would’ve laughed at the disguise if he wasn’t so spooked, the white, scream face with a hood pulled over, coat loosely wrapped around you with a belts and straps, and ending at the feet with ankle-high boots. The slow and cocky wave they did sent a chill down his spine, seeing the complete ease and comfort that his stalker had to take the time to wave and take their time in his house —he counted almost an hour before he saw them leave through the kitchen.

Threatened by taunting package of pictures, he looked through them, fingers spreading the dozens of pictures taken in his room over the desk, some falling to the floor in is chaotic search. His eyes roved over the desk and floor, frantic until he stopped at the black scribbles on the other side of a picture, a message that he caught from his height.

I enjoyed our night, Johnny. See you two next time!

-Your friendly Ghostface

Part 5

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[inlovewhithafairytale]

FLASHBACK

"Flash news. you have a little sister"

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Part 1

1993

before season 1

John Winchester drove the Impala 67 through the highway on his way to Louisiana. The only thing that could be heard in the car was the familiar humming of the engine and the rock music playing on the speakers. 10 years later after the death of his wife with another kid. A result from one of his many hook-ups. Never had he expected it would come back at him and slap him across the face like this had. The mother of the child was dead. Killed by an overdose so the officer that had called him had said. Jhon cursed the moment he had left the qoman his phone number with all his soul. Now he wouldn't have to be dealing with a 2 year old kid and gotten her into the life he led. Hunting was no way to raise a little girl. But if he had been able to raise his two sons he would be able to raise the girl. At least he hoped so.

Dean glanced at his father, noticing the tight grip he had on the car wherl, the way his expression was hard and how his body was tense. The 14 year old new to stay out of his way for now, he had no idea where they were going, a hunt he suspected, but somehow his father's actitude had him restless. Something nagged in the back of his mind that this wasn't a normal hunt. Maybe this wasn't a hunt at all. He caught his younger brothers eye through the rear view mirror and new he was feeling the same way.

It didn't take Ling for them to finally reach the police department in Lafayette. Jhon turned off the engine and sat for a moment before sighting.

"Stay in the car boys"

Sam and Dean watched silently as Jhon entered the building.

"Did dad tell you why are we here?" The 10 year old asked his brother.

"No. Somehow I know this isn't a hunt" Dean answered.

It didn't take long before John exited the building again. But this time with a toddler holding his hand and a pink bag over his shoulder.

Dean and Sam watched stunned "what the h-"

John opened the back door for the little girl to climb in next to Sam tossing the bag next to her.

"Yn this are your older brothers Sam and Dean" John pointed at each boy correspondingly each boy watched surprised for a moment.

Yn gave them a shy smile then looked down at her lap where she was holding a worn teddy bear.

Seeing that no words were going to be said, John closed the back door and climbed back into the driver's seat. The boys were both stunned. They kept glanding to the little girl trying to decide what was going on. But this was it. They had a sister. A little sister. They couldent get that on their head yet.

"Yn are you hungry? We are stopping in a dinner closse by" Jhon broke the silence looking back at the girl.

Yn just nodded without lifting her face.

It took only a few minutes before they reached it the car filled with an uncomfortable silence.

Once he had parked the car Jhon turned to Dean. "Take care of her Dean" it would have sounded like a father telling his son to take care of his little sister if he had used a tender fathery voice, but instead his voice came as a command.

"Yes sir" came the immediate response. What was to be expected by a boy who had been drilled since a child to be a soldier, to obey commands and hot overthinking it.

With a short nod Jhon exited the car and walked inside the dinner.

Sam turned to his new found sister "come on" he extended his hand for her to take and she shyly did. He opened the car door and helped her out, the ten year old gave her a smile "you have a nice bear, whats its name?"

Craddling the teddy close to her she spoke for the first time "Mr. Cottons"

"Cool name. Im Dean, this is my little brother Sammy. He's 10 and Im 14" dean walked up to them presenting himself and sam again.

Looking up at him the young girl gave a small smile "Im Yn. Im 2" she held up two fingers.

"Really? I would have though you'd be older" sam commented getting a smile out of Yn. Kids loved being called older than what they really were.

"Do you like hamburgers booger?" Dean asked niknaming her.

Yn smille turned into a full grin showing dimpled cheeks her eyes lighting up "yes!"

Dean couldent help the smile that came into his face "then come on" he reached out to take her hand and Yn willingly let him holding Mr. Cottons tigtly in the other "maybe dad will even let us buy pie. Do you like pie?"

"I love love love pie!" The little girl said with enthusiasm making the boys smile.

Maybe having a little sister wouldent be so bad. Maybe it would be the one normal thing that they would have in their messed up lives.

Walking into the dinner little sister in hand and younger brother walking beside them. Dean swore in that moment that he would do anything to keep Yn being a little girl as long as he could. No matter what his dad said.

if any of you have any ideas I am all ears <333

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[barbielore]

Sleep is one of the fundamental things we need to survive as humans, and so of course, it has been adequately represented in the Barbie line.

In a manner of speaking.

The first foray into this did not age particularly well. Why yes, I am talking again about 1965's Slumber Party set, aka the "Don't Eat" diet book.

But Mattel was not to be dissuaded from representing such a fundamental part of the human experience (sleep) and the teen experience specifically (slumber parties and sleepovers). Subsequent releases have included things such as 1993's Bedtime Barbie.

She was the first Barbie to have the soft, cuddleable body to take Barbie to bed with you, then reused in 1994's Slumber Party Barbie, who also came in a tote bag to be dragged along to real life slumber parties.

Other examples include 1999's Pajama Fun Barbie.

Who came with, of all things, a Magic 8 Ball. (Sorry, sorry. A Magic Date Ball.)

More modern releases have come in the form of the Cutie Reveals set and Barbie Rewind, both of which had a slumber party themed release.

Techn

This Barbie has cute pyjamas and a TV with an inbuilt VCR!

And for the Cutie Reveals, I really must say this one does deliver the absolute most on coziness.

So goodnight and sleep tight, Barbie!

(This post was written in honour of @oswednesday for their recent birthday!)

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[enam3l]

Hi Mona!

I love your rockstar!eddie series!

I know request for him are closed for now, but when you decide to open up request again, I wanted to leave this here so that I won't forget.

Rockstar!Eddie coming back home after touring and he's so touch starved and deprived of you. So, when he comes home he ravishes you. He catches himself asking you if he's too rough and you're thinking he's NOT rough ENOUGH because you're just as deprived of him.

I hope have a winter/December and a great new year!

thank you angel! and you know what? because you've all enjoyed our rockstar eddie christmas request week, i'll give you guys one last fic. don't worry if i didn't answer yours. i will do them all i either A. just didn't get round to it or B. want to do it at a certain point cos i need to cover some other plots first

three fucking weeks (rockstar eddie x reader) 3.6k / mega smut from start to finish / fluff

this is for everyone who got involved in the xmas request week because of that, i've hit 700 followers. so here is my biggest smut fic yet before rockstar eddie goes on hiatus for a couple of weeks. this one ends on a cliffhanger! but you might want to refer to here to work it out... maybe then you'll also know what happens in the next fic

you can see all rockstar eddie x reader stories and lore at #enam3ls rockstar eddie or the masterlist! and check out my new series love, lola

 February 1993. 

The last words you'd heard from Eddie were muffled from the other side of a bad telephone line. Although the sound warped by the the airport's tannoy and bustling passengers, you heard his lust filled words clear as day. 

 'The second I get home, I'm going to ruin that pretty little pussy.' 

Three weeks since you'd seen Eddie. Three long arduous weeks since you had felt his touch. Corroded Coffin stowing away in a Joshua Tree music studio, hoping the barren surroundings would inspire new music. The writing process intermittently broken up by a series of gigs at intimate venues around California. Back in New York, the greatest city in the world had become the dullest in Eddie's absence. With damn Steve having swept your best friend off her feet you hadn't even anyone else to occupy your free time. Between your working hours, you'd managed to rearrange the bedroom, paint the living room and spend your months wages in retail therapy. But finally your boy was coming home and you couldn't lie, you were fucking horny. 

Left to your own devices for the best part of a month, no toy compared to Eddie. Your touch incomparable to the sparks he could ignite on your skin with just a featherlight stroke. Vibrator redundant now your body knew the sensation of Eddie's mouth humming against your clit. Dildo a mere cheap imitation of the way Eddie overwhelmingly filled your holes perfectly. By now the flight had landed, it was just a waiting game until he came through that door and you could show him how much you missed him. 

The front door slams open, handle cracking into the wall, sure to leave a dent but Eddie didn't care - he was eager. 

'Sweetheart, I'm homeee!' he sings. 

Bags carelessly discarded on the floor, all he can think about is being back in your arms. 

'Baby? I'm back!!' he shouts again. 

Eddie strips his jacket and kicks off his boots, giving you a chance to reply but to no avail. 

'Y/N? What the fuck, where are you...'

When entering the apartment, he'd been too excited to even realise the lights were off, the entire place seeming desolate. Socked feed pad along the hardwood floors as he moves further into your shared home. Kitchen? Empty. Bathroom? Empty. Study? Empty. It's only as he catches himself from slipping that Eddie notices a trail of petals leading from the front door into the bedroom, where the door sits ajar. Too wrapped up in wanting to see you, he'd failed to notice. Now he realises a soft glow seeping through the cracks. Grinning in anticipation as he pushes the door open. 

'Mother of god,' Eddie gasps as if the wind had been knocked out of his lungs. 

The lights are dimmed low, only aided by candlelight which together illuminates your reclining figure on the bed. His eyes scan your body, drinking in the sight he'd been longing for. Never in his wildest dreams did he think that sight could improve. Your cute toes wiggle in black stockings that travel up your legs and cut off at the meat of your thigh. Even with your legs crossed, Eddie can see a tiny black material that barely covers your pussy. Then your torso is adorned in a black bustier, hooks travelling up to where a deep v cut finished below your sternum; breasts spilling out of the ruffled cups. His cock twitches at the thought of ripping the hooks open. Your neck and collarbones are exposed, soft, delicate skin waiting to be marked by his lips. And then there's your face. Eyes sparkling at him, full of lust and love. Mouth struggling to keep a grin at bay. The face he went to sleep thinking about every night, woke up from dreams about and spent the day with it in mind as he tried to write music. Your arm reaches out, hand beckoning Eddie forward. 

'Hi Eds. I missed you... too much.' 

Your head nods down to his crotch now. Too lost in the vision before him, Eddie hadn't noticed the way his cock had hardened to the point of straining against his jeans. 

'I think you should probably take your clothes off and come and say hello,' you smirk. 

Instantly, he's scrambling. Head barely able to form a coherent thought aside from how he needs to touch you right now. T-shirt flings to one side of the room and socks to another. 

'Sweetheart... I - fuck. You look like a dream. I'm scared I'm still on that fucking flight or delirious in the stupid desert,' Eddie pants as he scrambles with the buckle of his jeans. The second his aching cock springs free you let out an inadvertent moan. As soon as his body is entirely freed of fabric constraints, he's hurling himself onto the bed and crawling up towards you. 

Eddie's lips kiss every inch of you as he moves upwards. His lips need to reacclimatise to the body he knows better than his own. Kisses pressed from the tips of your toes, your kneecaps, covering your thick thighs and then lingering on your poorly concealed cunt. He hisses as he leans in towards your mound, able to smell your arousal. Lips kiss the satin fabric of your thong and the skin it fails to cover. You're unable to stop your hips from involuntarily bucking as soon as he's near the place that's longed for him. Eddie's hands find yours and your fingers intwine, both of you gripping tightly at the other. Desperate to never let the other slip away for such a prolonged period again. Kisses litter up your sternum then across your pushed up cleavage. Once he reaches the plains of your collar and neck, Eddie indulges himself. Lips sucking marks onto the skin that's looking far too bare due to his absence. Teeth nipping gently causing those giggles that make his heart and cock swell. And finally, your faces are level, his hovering above yours. 

The pair of you just stare for a moment. Absorbing the person you'd both been lost without; reacquainting with every freckle, blemish or fleck of colour in each eye. Both of your hands have traveled up to cradle the other's face. Your fingers twirl the curls that frame Eddie's face, pushing them away so you can fully appreciate your pretty boy. 

'My pretty boy, I love you.'

Your noses rub against each other. Even this close, vision slightly obscured, you can see the blush that creeps up on his cheeks at the nickname. 

'I love you too, sweetheart. Gone crazy without you.'

Humming in agreement, you tug at his hair. 

'Feral,' you whine. 

Eddie chuckles in a warm, sexy way that travels to your core. His eyes look down at your body beneath him, admiring again the outfit you'd chosen. Retracting a hand from your face, travelling it down your side before he slides it between your thighs. The string of the thong wet with your arousal as he pulls it from between your lips, then pings it back. The brief contact making you whine. 

'Yep, I think you are feral, my love. Think I oughta do something 'bout that.' 

'Plea-'

Your plea is cut off as Eddie's lips crush into yours. The sweet kisses that had covered your body are gone, replaced by desperate wet ones. It's seconds before the kisses are open mouths, tongues flicking against each other. Hips pressing towards the other, frantically seeking friction. Both of you whine into each others mouth as you begin to hump. You push your hips up, legs spread achingly apart to trap Eddie between. In return, he presses hard against you. Thick length bearing down on your clit, occasionally sliding between your wet pussy. You're both groaning and grinding, transformed once more into hormonal teenagers and whilst it's good, it's not enough. 

'Gotta stop,' Eddie pants, 'this isn't - isn't how I wanna cum with you.'

You're unable to reply because your teeth are sinked into his shoulder to stifle the embarrassing moans scratching to come out. Never in your life have you been this pent up. Eddie tears his crotch away from yours, crawling back down your body. His hands, rough from weeks of constant guitar practice, firmly grip your thighs, keeping them apart. Doing so causes the thong to ping between the lips of your cunt which are now spread. His tongue flickers over his lips at your glistening wetness.

'Baby she's desperate... going to eat your cute little pussy now, 'kay? Missed her taste.'

You've been stifled by the built up desire, unable to produce anything but pathetic whinnies. But now you grab his hair harshly, yanking his head back up before his tongue can touch you. Wide eyed at your hard tug, Eddie looks up. 

'No!' You snap. 'Spin the fuck around and get on top of me. Need to taste you too.'

The sternness in your voice has the ability to scare him in the way every authority figure has previously failed. Careful not to squash you, Eddie turns around, swinging a leg over so he's straddling you and then slowly reverses until his crotch hovers near your face. Usually you'd be on top so now he's far too aware of his weight. But the firm grip on his ass that tugs him down makes him to cave. Instantly Eddie's thick cock is bottoming out in your throat. Tears well in your eyes but you groan, pleased that his taste and smell now dominate your senses. 

The luring natural musk of his skin and the slight salted taste of precum that had beaded on his tip. 

The moment he sinks into your mouth, his teeth sink into the dough of your thigh - the pleasure sudden and overwhelming for him.

'Oh fuck-' Eddie sobs into your skin as you adjust and start to bob your head up and down his length. 

Resting on his knees allows him to thrust in time with your movements, fucking his cock into your warm mouth. Eddie dives his face into your cunt, hand lifting away the thong that prevents him from burying his tongue deep into your folds. Humming at the taste he's been dreaming of for weeks. The vibrations cause you to gargle against his dick. After a few swipes of his tongue, lapping up the pool of arousal that had formed, he finds your clit. Tongue flickering over the enlarged bud, already feeling better than your fingers and vibrator had. Instantly, you spread your legs wider, granting him more access. Now he latches on, suckling at your clit desperately. The pair of you lie there, contorted to suck feverishly at the most sensitive parts of each other's body. It's overwhelmingly intimate and carnal. Something neither of you would've done for any previous lover. 

Now, Eddie lets his hand travel towards your hole that he knows is begging to be filled. Two large fingers plunge inside your cunt and instantly he feels your walls contract against him, eager to maintain the fullness. Your throat contracts in response as you moan at his fingers penetrating you. Eddie continues his assault on your clit as his fingers fuck into you. The pair of you forlorn in pleasure, you whimpering against his cock as he moans against your clit. Mimicking his movements and desperate to reward him, you bring your hand up to his exposed ass. You grab and knead the fat of his asscheek before letting a finger rub gentle circles round the rim. Immediately, Eddie breaks contact with your clit.

'Oh shit, please, baby, please,' he begs. 

Now you're warmed up, he slips in a third finger. As if to encourage you to go further with your own movements against his hole. You want to coo at his begging but your mouth is too full of his perfect cock. Applying firmer pressure as you circle his hole, you feel him ready. Finally you finger slips into his asshole, it's hot and desperate for attention. Walls pulsating against your finger. 

The pair of you mirror the other now. Fingers fucking into the other at the same pace, growing more brutal by the minute. Your mouths sucking and licking at the other's sensitive spot. Knowing both of you will only last a few minutes at this overwhelming pace, Eddie breaks away. 

'Y/N we gotta stop. I'm so close and I need to fuck you. Sweetheart, I gotta be inside you'.   

Eddie pulls himself out of your mouth, allowing you to instantly gasp for the extra air his thickness had been blocking. He moves back so your eyes can meet again, large warm hand cupping your cheek. 

'You okay?'

You nod as you catch your breath. 

'Yeah, Eds. Please, please fuck me. I need to cum,' you beg. Unbothered at the slight patheticness to your tone. 

Eddie removes your thong entirely now. 

'We both know that was doing nothing,' he laughs. 

Without guidance, you're putting your legs over his shoulders; an unsubtle hint that you need him now and you need him deep. He takes his length and lines himself up with your entrance. Then, three weeks of longing are broken as he thrusts into you. Too overwhelmed with wanting to even slowly enter you. Eddie is instantly bottoming out, balls pressed to your asshole as you wail at finally being filled. 

'Oh jesus - yes Eddie!' 

The volume and anguish in your moan takes even him back. He's never heard you be this desperate and it triggers something primal in him. Instantly he's thrusting into you fast and hard. Each unrelenting push jiggling your breasts further out the corset. 

'God I missed - ugh - this tight little pussy,' he grunts. 

You need even more. Your fingers yank at the hooks of the top until it parts and your tits finally spill out. Eddie moans at the sight. Instinctively, he's latching onto your hard nipples, folding your body in half to do so. Now he's sucking at your breast and fucking you deeper and it's still not enough. You're greedy in a way you've never been before. Making their way around his back, one hand finds his head, pushing him close to your breasts as your nails scratch his scalp. The other hand seeks his ass, squeezing it until you retract your touch and then crack your palm hard against his soft cheek. 

Instantly Eddie bolts up from your chest, staring at your eyes, wild. The warm chocolate of his iris, eclipsed by blown out pupils. 

'Did you just fucking spank me, sweetheart?' he chokes out. 

Now he's upright you're no longer able to reach so you seek a new method of showing him how you want it. Your hand now clutches at his throat, Adam's apple bobbing against the stretch of skin between your spread thumb and forefinger. 

'Yes and I'll do it again.'

You sound like a brat and you have no remorse. Three weeks of pent up frustration is now rearing its head. Eddie puts his hand over yours and squeezes it, encouraging you to tighten the grip at his throat. He's continuing to fuck you but his pace has slowed, intrigued by this turn. 

'Sweetheart,' he coos, 'what has gotten into you? I like it.'

With one hand flexing across his throat, your free one takes his and pulls it to your mound. Encouragingly placing it over your clit. Grinning, Eddie's fingers rub firm circles over it as he languidly thrusts into your cunt. Although at a slow pace, his cock plunges deep into you. Hitting the sweetest, most filling spot and then dragging torturously along it. The movements have your hard exterior crumbling and whining under him. 

'You- you were gone... I was... was so fucking horny. Couldn't c-cum,' you're gasping now. Eddie's motions along with the way the chocolate of his eyes appears molten at your confessions. 

'Not with you. Needed you... Eddie. Tried everything.' 

He bends down to give you a deep kiss. Years together and yet he remains in shock that you need him as much as he needs you. He hopes this kiss will wipe away your cute little pout. 

'Couldn't even play with your toys?' he murmurs, intoxicated by how fucked out you look beneath him. You shake your head, hands wrapped around his neck, thumbs stroking his skin. 

'Okay, baby. I'll make you cum, yeah?'

'Please Eds,' you beg. 

The smile that appears from hearing your pleas is heartaching. Then he starts concentrating on thrusting into you again. Speeding up his movements, languid pace abandoned. But it's not enough, the earlier momentum lost. 

'No,' your hands tighten on his throat, 'like before. Harder.'

'It wasn't too hard?'

The nails that dig into his Adam's apple tell him the answer before you do. 

'No. I want you to make me fucking cry.'

'Fuck, fuck baby, yeah okay.'

Instantly Eddie is folding you again, arms braced either side of your head as he towers over. Your knees press up near your shoulders. His pace quickens, fucking you senseless. The drawn out process of this evening has left you dripping. Sounds of wetness filling the room as he plunges back into you each time. 

'Hear that fucking sound, best music I ever heard,' he groans. 

Your hand seeks his ass again and you repeat your earlier actions. Spanking him again. The crack against his skin ringing even louder than the squelch of your cunt. 

'Oh fuck yeah,' Eddie cries, 'again.' 

The spanking repeats, each time you do it, his pace somehow quickens. Your clit is throbbing now, aching for touch again. You hand wedges between your bodies and you whimper as you relieve the ache. 

'Wait,' Eddie's shifting over you, 'from behind, wanna fuck you from behind. Only I get to play with your clit.' 

His voice is strained, you know he's at the edge of cumming. Eddie gets off the bed, standing and tugging your ass towards him once you're on your knees. The moment he slams back into you, your back caves into a deep arch and you both moan. 

'Yes, that's it!' he cries. 

Eddie wraps his arm under you, finding your clit and continuing his assault. Fingers pressing harder and covering a greater expanse than you ever could. The fast circles in time with his cock fucking into you. From behind he goes deeper, pressing against that one spot with growing frequency. 

'More,' you demand. 

He leans forward until his mouth latches onto your shoulder. Like this, he's prevented from pulling out far and instead it feels as if he's humping you. It's dirty and animalistic and it's what you needed. 

'Ed, I'm close.' 

His teeth sink into you now causing you to cry out, giving you exactly what you asked for. 

'Look at you... fuckin mess sweetheart... all cos you couldn't get my cock.' 

The tightness in your abdomen increases and Eddie feels how your cunt clenches round him like a warning. 

'Shit,' you cry 'please please come inside me.' 

Eddie instantly pulls you up so your back is flush against his chest. Fingers still toying your clit that has begun to ache from stimulation. His free arm wraps around you too, hand shaking around your throat to gently grip. Plush lips seek out your neck, pressing encouraging kisses as you near your climax. 

'Don't you worry baby...' he grunts against your neck. 

'Daddy is going to fill you up good.'

The nickname pushes you over

'Eddie,' you cry as you come. Three weeks have of build up, only worsened by tonight's teasing, come shattering down in a climax. 

'Holy fuck y/n,' Eddie chokes. 

He's realised before you and it takes you a moment to clock that you've squirted. Spraying over Eddie's cock and the sheets. He grunts like a feral beast at the sensation. An additional wet warmth showering over him alongside the tight clench of your spasming pussy. He takes a few more drawn out thrusts, sloppy from your cum. 

'Three... weeks... worth!' 

Eddie moans your name as his comes after his final word. You feel the heat squirt up inside you and he suddenly jerks, shooting out another load deep inside. 

'Oh jesus...' Eddie whimpers as he humps at you again, 'there's more.' 

And again another burst paints your insides. Instantly you flop forward, exhausted. A subconscious part of you whispers to make sure his spend stays buried in your cunt. 

Eddie watches as you wriggle back up to the pillows, collapsing with a sigh. Knees bent, keeping your hips angled up. He crawls onto the bed and opens your legs to take in the view. Pussy puffy and blushing and completely full of his cum. 

'Tryna keep me in there?' He chuckles. 

'Yes,' you blush. 

Bringing his forehead to rest against your knee he groans. 

'Fuck sweetheart, don't tell me that. My balls ache from how much I just came but you'll get me hard again.'

The desperate look in his eyes makes you chuckle. You tug him on top of you, his head falling to your chest. Stroking his sweat matted curls, you cradle his face. Littering kisses all over him as he hums in content. 

'I missed you so much Eddie. It physically hurt.'

'I know, Y/N,' he looks up at you smirking, 'could tell. But I missed you too. Missed home.' 

Eddie snuggles into your chest. Exhausted by the sex and blissed out in your arms. This is where he belongs, always. He's certain he'll fall asleep here for the night. The question he was going to ask on his arrival will surely have to wait til tomorrow. But it's okay, he's been waiting since October - so what harm is another day? 

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Prologue

SexShop!Steve x Reader : SexShop!Robin x OC

Series Masterlist

Series Summary: Steve and Robin have about had it with Hawkins, so on Robin's 25th birthday, the pair decides that there's nothing holding them there anymore and they start packing their bags. The friends move to Chicago and quickly find an apartment to call their own. As luck would have it, Robin stumbles on a no-strings-attached job offer for both of them - what could be better?! Now just to break the news to Steve…. This multi part story will both explore their platonic relationship and their chaotic experience working at the sex shop together as well as their own paths of self discovery as they plant their roots in their new city and finally deal with the invisible baggage they drug along with them when they moved. 

Warnings: no warnings...this time. Some non cannon relationships in this AU but cannon themes and Easter eggs a-plenty.

Chicago: Summer of 1993

It's only his 5th trip up and down the steps in the last hour, and Steve has about had it. Being left to haul a car full of Robin's personal belongings and boxes up the three flights of spiraling staircases to their brand new apartment building while she goes off in search of dinner and some help wanted signs seemed like a good idea at the time. It wasn't until he opened the hatch and saw how MUCH she actually packed did he immediately regret his choice to stay behind. He stood there regretting his current situation in an unfamiliar, bustling and loud city while sweat beaded on his hairline and flush spread across his cheeks in the humid June air.

Muttering to himself as he passes a redheaded teen girl carrying a skateboard who refuses to get out of his way on the staircase, he finally pushes his way through their doorway and he's thankful to feel the window unit he threw in first thing after they arrived starting to rev up and cool down the space. Steve repositions the particularly heavy box full of Robin's things on his hip while he reaches over for his cup of iced water setting on the counter and pooling condensation. Desperate for the reprieve, Steve gulps down an extra large sip and attempts to swallow but all sense of relief washes away as something slams into his whole left side. The glass he is holding ricochets down to the ground while Robin's box of nostalgic memorabilia topples over and spills out too. Hawkins High all over the floor. 

 "Jesus Christ, Robbie, what the hell!?" 

Bending over to start collecting all of Robin's teenage memories, the last threads holding her down to a town that didn't love her as much as she loved it - Steve doesn't hear anything she says when she first lifts her fists over her head and into the air in celebration - barely registering that she body checked the boy as she threw open the door. 

"Rob. Robbie, what the fuck are you saying? You're doing the thing… " he waves his hand in her general direction. 

"Oh fuck, sorry." Closing her eyes, she takes a deep breath to regroup, realizing now that she came in making a whole lot of noise and saying not a damn thing at all.

She takes a deep breath and with a gleam behind her eye proclaims "I landed us a job, Dingus!" Both fists jolting upwards into the air again, he now sees the job applications crumpled up in her fists and yielded like torches. 

"Dude, gimmie that." Steve says. "You're gonna ruin it before I can even fill it out. We can't start a new job being that unprofessional. Christ… . What are we doing anyway? Gotta be better than that restaurant gig we both bombed before we left Indiana."

"Ok so, yeah, yeah this has the potential to be better than that. Definitely better than Family Video. For sure. And there's no stupid costume like Scoops. God. That sucked. We should pretty much know how to do a lot of it already and the manager seems like he's kinda chill. I told him I don't really know much about the ... uh...topic…but uh…that I'm a fast learner and he said we start on Monday and to bring the paperwork with us." She rambles, motioning to the pages Steve now holds in his hand. 

"O-oh kay Robin. Details please. You know them in your head but I don't yet. You-you gotta share." 

"Ha! Yeah! Sorry about that, I mean…." while she trails off and starts to fidget, Steve immediately knows there's more to the story.

"Robbie. What are you not telling me? " 

"It's called The Hideout. It's on Clark St, just a few streets over. 20 minutes walking - tops."

"20 minutes is doable." he says, and then quips back "Man, don't tell me it's a restaurant. I really didn't want to eat shit at that job all over again. I guess I'll take what I can get so we can at least get on our feet… "

" It'snotarestaurantit'sasexshop!" Robin blurts out in one rushed garble of words. 

"I'm sorry, WHAT did you say?" Steve stands with his hands on his hips, looking at her incredulously. "Did you say SEX SHOP?" 

Steve is freaking out. He's immediately embarrassed for something he hasn't even done yet. He can feel the tips of his ears going hot and shades of red staining his face and neck in splotches. Are those hives? She's giving me hives, he thinks to himself.

"What am I supposed to tell people when they ask what I do?! What are we supposed to tell the kids back home when they start to call non-stop? What am I supposed to say to my DAD, Robin?" He can feel her mere existance giving him heart palpitations while she looks on at him sheepishly, shrugging her shoulders. All he can do is focus on his breathing so he doesn't blow a gasket on his friend. 

Among the myriad of other things this move has going for the pair, Robin sees moving to Chicago as her opportunity to live who she is out loud and finally be free of the confines a small town puts on someone who looks a little different, thinks a little different and loves a little different. Steve, just happy for the fresh start and the chance to maybe do things for himself for once, was not really thinking this is how it would all start out, but looking at the excitement on Robin’s face made him soften just a little. 

Now pacing back and forth across the entryway to dispel her nervous energy, she looks on at her exasperated friend and he gives her an almost indistinguishable nod of the head in agreement. She smiles softly at him and says, "Anyway, I distinctly remember you once encouraging me to talk about boobies with you, Steve. Lighten up and get ready for tits, dicks…all of it! I'm ready and this city is my sexual awakening!" 

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I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

post azkaban sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER FIFTEEN (see full series list here)

1993

You wake with a start later that night. Something feels off. The hairs on the back of your neck are standing up and your heart is beating fast, though you don't know why. You get out of bed, making for the tent exit. Minerva is still sleeping soundly in her bed, as quiet as a mouse. You pull back the tent flap and pop your head out, immediately met with a panicked sight. People are running and people are screaming.

You feel panic setting into your body, but allow yourself a deep breath to keep yourself steady before hurrying back into the tent to wake Minerva. She's already stirring, looking around for the source of the screams. You quickly gather up your things, throwing your bag onto your back and thrusting your wand into your pocket. You quickly pull on your shoes, lacing them up as quickly as possible.

Minerva does the same and the two of you leave your tent, glancing around as you exit. Your eyes have always been good in the dark, and you're just able to make out the shapes of people running into the woods, fleeing something chasing them. You can hear loud jeering and cruel laughter, bright bolts of light darting from wands of the pursuers. Then, there's a strong burst of green light that illuminates the scene.

A crowd of tightly packed wizards, moving close together with hooded faces, are marching slowly across the field. They have their wands pointed high in the air, and above them were four human figures being twisted and contorted into impossible shapes. Tents crumple, and a few even set fire as they're pushed over.

You watch on in horror as, lit by blazing tents, one wizard turns the female figure ahead of him upside down, forcing her nightdress to fall and reveal things that shouldn't have been revealed.

"That poor woman..." you mutter in utter horror. "That is absolutely sick."

Another wizard spins what looks to be a young child at an incredible rate high above the ground, the child's head hanging limply at his side.

Minerva gasps beside you.

"We have to do something," you say. "I can't watch."

You pull your wand out of your pocket, holding it at the ready. You cast your mind back to your time as an auror; before James and Lily were murdered and Sirius was captured. This was definitely a group of sick people, but you've dealt with sick people before.

Constant vigilance.

You try to ignore the horrible pit of dread sickening your stomach. Where's Harry? Is he alright?

You and Minerva run towards the dark wizards, along with plenty of Ministry wizards attempting to stop them as well.

"Don't let those Muggles fall!" one commands as he throws a spell at the hooded figure.

They're picking on Muggles? What Muggles?

As you get closer, you realise that the masks the wizards are wearing are awfully familiar. It seems to be made of metal with unsettling swirly indentations etched into it. The mouth looks like its been stitched over with thin strips of metal. The eye-holes are dark and foreboding and you feel anxiety churning in the pit of your stomach.

Death Eaters.

You point your wand at the nearest one, exclaiming, "Expelliarmus!"

"Protego!"

"Immobolus!"

The wizard straightens before toppling to the ground, immobilised. Beside you, one Ministry wizard is knocked off his feet and you run to his aid. His arm has been cut, a long line down the centre of his forearm. You pull him to his feet, saying a quick, "Ferula" and tapping his wound with your wand. Bandages wrap magically around his arm.

"Incendio!" a Death Eater yells, casting the grass in front of you on fire.

"BOMBARDO!"

A tent behind you explodes wildly and without thinking you launch yourself out of the way, landing painfully, but unharmed, on the grass nearby. You quickly get to your feet, just in time to see Mr Weasley deflecting a curse from the Death Eaters.

While he's busy with one, another fires a deadly spell at him and just in time, you yell, "PROTEGO!".

The spell bounces off harmlessly and Mr Weasley glances back at you for a split-second, a grateful expression on his face.

Then, something streaks into the sky over the woods. You watch as it takes on the shape of a smoky green skull, a serpent slithering out of its mouth. Multiple witches and wizards around you gasp, horrified.

The Dark Mark.

At that, the Death Eaters turn and see it too...and they all Disapparate. Even though you're distanced from the woods, you hear several shrill, panicked screams come from it. You know that the Mark has caused it.

The Muggles come tumbling to the ground and someone manages to cast, "Aresto Momentum!" and the victims' fall slows, landing gently on the soft grass.

"It came from the woods!"

At that, everyone bar the few that stay behind to tend to the Muggles, Disapparate and land in the woods, in a large circle. There's three people in front of you and you barely register what's happening when there's a chorus of "STUPEFY!" and the three duck low to the ground. The spells cross over their ducked heads, bouncing off trees and bounding into the woods, and you realise with a start that you recognise those three ducked heads of ginger, brunette and jet-black —

"Stop!" yells Mr Weasley. "STOP! That's my son!"

Quickly, you hurry towards the students, following Mr Weasley close behind.

"Harry — " you breathe, relieved to see your godson safe and sound. Well, thoroughly startled, but otherwise unharmed. You reach your arms out to hug him, before remembering the people around you and awkwardly pat his arm, doing the same to the others so it doesn't look like you're giving him special treatment.

"Ron — Harry — " Mr Weasley says shakily, "Hermione — are you alright?"

"Out of the way, Arthur," Barty Crouch says curtly. You know Barty Crouch S.R. well — he's the one who put Sirius in Azkaban without a trial. You feel your blood start to boil at the very sight of him.

Crouch's face is taut with rage as Ron, Harry, and Hermione stand to face him. Harry glances at you nervously.

"Which of you did it?" Crouch snaps. "Which of you conjured the Dark Mark?"

He's hardly being serious, is he? He doesn't actually think kids conjured that up?

"We didn't do that!" says Harry, gesturing up at the Dark Mark.

"We didn't do anything!" exclaims Ron, who is rubbing his elbow and looking up at his father indignantly. "What did you want to attack us for?"

"Do not lie, sir!" shouts Crouch, his wand pointing directly at Ron, looking like he's about to pop a vein. "You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!"

"Come off it, Crouch," you say. "They're kids, they'd never have been able to — "

"Where did the Mark come from, you three?" Mr Weasley asks quickly.

"Over there," Hermione says nervously, pointing into the dark, thick trees. "There was someone behind the trees...they shouted words — an incantation — "

"Oh, stood over there, did they?" Crouch says, turning his bulging, beady little eyes on Hermione, disbelief written on his face. "Said an incantation, did they? You seem very well informed about how that Mark is summoned, missy — "

But you've stopped listening, instead looking warily out into the dark woods, wand raised.

"We're too late," says a witch behind you. "They'll have Disapparated."

"I don't think so," says a man with a scruffy beard, one you recognise as Amos Diggory, Cedric Diggory's father. You've met him several times at parent-teacher meetings at Hogwarts. Nice man, very proud of his son. "Our Stunners went right through those trees...there's a good chance we go them..."

"Amos, be careful!" a few say warningly as Mr Diggory squares his shoulders and walks forward into the darkness. You watch anxiously, waiting for his reappearance.

Luckily, in the next few seconds, you hear him shout, "Yes! We got them! There's someone here! Unconscious! It's — but — blimey..."

"You've got someone?" shouts Crouch. "Who? Who is it?"

With the snapping of twigs, the rustling of leaves and crunching footsteps, Mr Diggory reemerges, holding a tiny, limp figure in his hands. Mr Diggory deposits it in front of Crouch, and with a start you realise it's a house elf.

You stare at Crouch, watching as his jaw flexes erratically.

"This — cannot — be — " he says jerkily, wide eyes staring down at the elf. "No — "

He moves quickly around Mr Diggory and strides over to where the elf was found.

"No point, Mr Crouch," Mr Diggory calls after him. "There's no one else there."

Crouch is having none of it, however, and you can hear he's busy rustling around, pushing bushes aside.

"But embarrassing," Mr Diggory says grimly, looking down at the unconscious house elf. "Barty Crouch's house elf...I mean to say..."

"Come off it, Amos," Mr Weasley says quietly, "you don't seriously think it was the elf? The Dark Mark is a wizard's sign. It requires a wand."

"Yeah," replies Mr Diggory. "She had a wand."

"What?" says Mr Weasley.

"Here, look." Mr Diggory holds up a wand, showing it to Mr Weasley. "Had it in her hand. So that's clause three of the Code of Wand Use broken, for a start. No human creature is permitted to carry or use a wand."

There's a sudden pop, and Ludo Bagman Apparates right next to you. He looks breathless and disoriented, slightly dazed, as he spins on the spot, gawking up at the Mark.

"The Dark Mark!" he pants, almost trampling the poor elf as he turns to your group. "Who did it? Did you get them? Barty! What's going on?"

Crouch has returned empty-handed. His face is ghostly white, a vein popping in his neck as both his hand and his moustache twitch.

"Where have you been, Barty?" says Bagman. "Why weren't you at the match? Your elf was saving you a seat too — gulping gargoyles!" Bagman spots the elf beneath him. "What happened to her?"

"I have been busy, Ludo," says Crouch, talking away in his typical jerky fashion. "And my elf has been stunned."

"Stunned? By you lot, you mean? But why — "

Realisation seems to dawn on Bagman as he looks up to the smoky green skull in the sky, down to the elf, and then to Crouch.

"No!" he says. "Winky? Conjure the Dark Mark? She wouldn't know how! She'd need a wand, for a start!"

"And she had one," says Mr Diggory. "I found her holding one, Ludo. If it's alright with you, Mr Crouch, I think we should hear what she's got to say for herself."

Crouch says nothing, and Mr Diggory seems to take this as approval. He raises his wand, points it at Winky and says, "Rennervate!"

Winky stirs weakly. Her big brown eyes open and she blinks several times. She raises herself into a sitting position.

She looks slowly, as everyone is silent, up to the Mark, and she gives a gasp, quickly followed by terrified sobs.

"Elf!" says Mr Diggory sternly. "Do you know who I am? I'm a member of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures!"

Winky begins to rock backward and forward, her body racked with shakes and sobs.

"As you see, elf, the Dark Mark was conjured here a short while ago," says Mr Diggory. "And you were discovered moments later, right beneath it! An explanation, if you please!"

"I — I — I is not doing it, sir!" Winky gasps desperately. "I is not knowing how, sir!"

"You were found with a wand in your hand!" Mr Diggory barks, whipping out the wand and brandishing it in front of her. Harry's eyes light up.

"Hey — that's mine!"

Everyone turns to look at Harry, you doing the same. You give him your subtlest eyebrow raise.

"Excuse me?" Mr Diggory says incredulously.

"That's my wand!" he says. "I dropped it!"

"You dropped it?" repeats Mr Diggory in disbelief. "Is this a confession? You threw it aside after you conjured the Mark?"

"Amos, think who you're talking to!" says Mr Weasley angrily. "Is Harry Potter likely to conjure the Dark Mark?"

"Er — of course not," Mr Diggory mumbles abashedly. "Sorry...got carried away..."

"I didn't drop it there, anyway," says Harry, jerking his thumb toward the trees beneath the skull. "I missed it right after we got into the wood."

"So," says Mr Diggory, his eyes hardening as he turns to look at Winky once again. You feel bad for the poor creature. It's obvious to you that she didn't summon the Dark Mark — why would she? She's a house elf! She wouldn't even know the incantation for it. "You found this wand, eh, elf? And you picked it up and thought you'd have some fun with it, did you?"

"I is not doing magic with it, sir!" squeals Winky, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I is...I is...I is not doing magic with it, sir! I is not making the Dark Mark, sir, I is not knowing how!"

"It wasn't her!" says Hermione, looking nervous to be speaking in front of all the Ministry officials and both you and Minerva, but still determined all the same. "Winky's got a squeaky little voice, and the voice we heard doing the incantation was much deeper!" She looks to Harry and Ron for support. "It didn't sound anything like Winky, did it?"

"No," says Harry, shaking his head. "It definitely didn't sound like an elf."

"Yeah, it was a human voice," Ron agrees.

"Well, we'll soon see," growls Mr Diggory, looking unimpressed. "There's a simple way of discovering the last spell a wand has performed, elf, did you know that?"

Winky trembles and shakes her head frantically, her ears flapping, as Mr Diggory raises his wand and places it tip to tip with Harry's.

"Prior Incantato!" says Mr Diggory.

You watch with bated breath as before your eyes, a much wispier version of the skull in the sky forms in the air between the two wands.

"Deletrius!" he shouts, and the skull disappears. "So..." he looks at Winky with a sort of savage triumph, revelling in his rightness.

"I is not doing it!" she squeals in pure terror. "I is not, I is not, I is not knowing how! I is a good elf, I isn't using wands — I isn't knowing how!"

"You've been caught red-handed, elf!" Mr Diggory roars. "Caught with the guilty wand in your hand!"

"Amos," says Mr Weasley loudly, "think about it...precious few wizards know how to do that spell...where would she have learnt it?"

"Perhaps Mr Diggory is suggesting," Crouch cuts in, cold anger evident with every spit of letters, "that I routinely teach my servants how to conjure the Dark Mark?"

The air stills and you feel the unpleasantness biting into you, making you want to Disapparate on the spot.

Mr Diggory looks terrified. "I — Mr Crouch...not...not at all..."

"You have now come very close to accusing the two people in this clearing who are least likely to conjure that Mark!" barks Crouch. "Harry Potter — and myself! I suppose you are familiar with the boy's story, Amos?"

Two least likely people? I mean, Harry, of course...but Barty Crouch? Bit of a stretch, he's the exact same as any one of you here — except he has a rather precarious case of his head being shoved so far up his own —

"Of course, everyone knows..." Mr Diggory mutters, looking like he wants the ground to swallow him up.

"And I myself, who have proclaimed profusely how I despise and detest the Dark Arts with all of my being?" Crouch continues, glaring at the red-faced Mr Diggory. "I don't understand how you could be placing so much suspicion on me, when the wife of a notorious Death Eater stands among us!"

Crouch's cold, beady eyes settle on you, causing heads to turn in your direction. Before, people hadn't really taken much notice of you, everyone was too busy with Winky and the Mark. A woman gasps as she recognises you, taking a fearful step back. You glance around at the faces. You're used to this — these expressions followed you everywhere you went that first year after Sirius was captured. Everyone knew your face from the papers, and they didn't like to see it.

Mr Weasley and Mr Diggory are both taken aback. They clearly forgot your face. It hurts you to see the worried, almost scared looks on their faces. These are the parents of your students, two people you respect, and they're looking at you like you just stabbed someone.

Harry is looking between you and Crouch, anger on his face when he looks at Crouch. He knows Sirius is innocent, and Crouch just insulted his godfather. Hey, and his godmother too! Harry can feel anger bubbling up in his veins, wanting to jump up and defend the both of you, but he's forced to sit and watch as the wizards and witches around you stare, their faces a mixture of different emotions — and none of them good.

"I am not a Death Eater, never have been, never will be," you reply steadily, not breaking your eye contact with Crouch.

"Oh? Yet you married one?"

You grit your teeth, trying your best not to punch Crouch. Will you ever hear the end of this?

"I am more than just my marriage, Crouch!" you snap. Stupid, stupid man. "When will you understand that I am a real human being with my own thoughts, feelings, motivations — and that I'm not a decoration only fit to blindly follow what my husband does!"

You're so sick and tired of being accused of something you would never do, something you would never be apart of — all because these prats put Sirius away without using their pea-sized brains, and were somehow outsmarted by a fucking rat.

How stupid do they have to be? You are not Sirius. Just by marrying him that means you must be guilty by proxy? What a senseless notion.

Harry wants to help you, he really, truly does. He wants to tell them all that Sirius is innocent, and so are you, but knows he can't. He feels bad. He feels like he's doing nothing, watching as you glare at Crouch, who just glares right back.

Crouch's nostrils flare and he opens his mouth to say something further but you couldn't care less, cutting across him quickly.

"Look, it wasn't me. First of all, I'd have no reason to because I am not a Death Eater — and secondly, I've been with Professor McGonagall the entire night. If I had conjured it, she would have seen."

Minerva nods beside you. "She was by my side the entire time, and I can assure you — she is no Death Eater."

You can see that Crouch is reluctant to argue with Minerva. She's a very well-respected figure amongst...well, everywhere. She's practically taught every witch and wizard in England.

"She — she was with us too," Mr Weasley says, giving you an almost imperceptible nod. He seems more relaxed now after Minerva has defended you. "Helping us against that group of Death Eaters."

You look to Crouch expectantly, arms folded. "Are you done? Can we get back to finding out who actually did this, considering we have the wand in question?"

Crouch is still fuming. "I — "

"I agree," Mr Weasley says. He turns to Winky, a kind expression on his face. Winky stills shrinks and flinches like she's expecting another shout. "Where exactly did you find Harry's wand?"

"I — I is finding it...finding it there, sir..." she whispers, "there...in the trees, sir..."

"You see, Amos?" says Mr Weasley. "Whoever conjured the Mark could have Disapparated right after they'd done it, leaving Harry's wand behind. A clever thing to do, not using their own wand, which could have betrayed them. And Winky here had the misfortune to come across the wand moments later and pick it up."

"But then, she'd have only been a few feet away from the real culprit!" says Mr Diggory impatiently. "Elf? Did you see anyone?"

Winky trembles violently, her big brown eyes looking feverishly from Diggory, to Bagman, to Crouch. Then she gulps and says, "I is seeing no one, sir...no one..."

"Amos," Crouch says curtly. "I am fully aware that, in the ordinary course of events, you would want to take Winky into your department for questioning. I ask you, however, to allow me to deal with her."

Mr Diggory's brow bends just the slightest, betraying his apprehension of this idea. Despite this, he says nothing.

"You may rest assured that she will be punished," Crouch adds coldly.

"M-m-master..." Winky chokes, her eyes spilling with tears as she hobbles over to Crouch, clasping her tiny hands together in a begging manner. "M-master, p-please..."

Crouch just stares back, so coldly that you swear you feel your body temperature drop.

"Winky has behaved tonight in a manner I would not have believed possible," he says slowly, eyes fixed on the sobbing elf below him. "I told her to remain in the tent. I told her to stay there while I went to sort out the trouble. And I find that she disobeyed me. This means clothes."

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