Masterlist (American Horror Story)

Masterlist (American Horror Story)

Spam-likers will be BLOCK. No exceptions.

☆ A SECOND CHANCE (JAMES MARCH X READER. ft KAI)

PART 1 // PART 2// PART 3// PART 4 // PART 5 // PART 6 + EPILOGUE  

☆  WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN (BUT NEVER WAS) [JAMES P MARCH X READER] 

☆ NEAR, FAR, WHEREVER YOU ARE (JAMES P. MARCH X READER) 

☆ FANFICTION (JAMES P. MARCH X READER)

☆ JAMES PATRICK MARCH X ACE!READER

☆ THE DEVIL’S SMILE (KAI ANDERSON X READER) -SMUT-

☆ KIT DOESN’T SHARE (KIT WALKER X READER) (SMUT)

☆ INSIDE THE BLACK CLOSET (JAMES P. MARCH X READER) SMUT

☆ DINNER TIME (JAMES P. MARCH X READER) SMUT

☆ THE THINGS YOU DO FOR AN EMMY (AUSTIN SOMMERS X GN!READER) SMUT

☆ JUST AN AUTOGRAPH (AUSTIN SOMMERS X READER) SMUT

☆ YOU CAN ALWAYS BE BETTER (AUSTIN SOMMERS, JAMES MARCH)

☆ THE SUN AND THE SHOOTING STAR (AUSTIN SOMMERS X READER)

☆ THIS KIND OF LOVE DOES NOT APPEAR IN BOOKS (AUSTIN SOMMERS X READER)

☆ ANOTHER DAY (AUSTIN SOMMERS X READER)

☆ AT THE OPERA (JAMES MARCH X READER) SMUT

☆ HAMMOCKS, SLIDES AND MCDONALD’S (JAMES MARCH X READER)

☆ THE SOMMERS METHOD (AUSTIN SOMMERS X READER) SMUT

☆ THE EVANS ON TUMBLR (HC)

☆ SHARING IS CARING (AUSTIN SOMMERS X READER X RORY MONAHAN) SMUT

☆ WHAT A GLORIOUS FEELING (JIMMY DARLING X READER)

☆ A FANTASY (KAI ANDERSON X READER)

☆ EXQUISITE DESSERT (JAMES MARCH X READER) SMUT

☆ A CHANCE TO LIVE (TATE LANGDON X READER)

☆ THAT HALLOWEEN (RORY MONAHAN X READER)

☆ THE EVANS: HUNGER GAMES EDITION

☆ BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH KYLE COULD INCLUDE (KYLE SPENCER X READER)

☆ BECAUSE I’M NOT HER (JIMMY DARLING X READER)

☆  DANCING WITH THE EVANS

☆ THE EVANS: WHEN TIME IS SHORT (SMUT)

☆ THE EVANS: NECK KISSES (Deleted)

☆ UPTOWN GIRL (JIMMY DARLING X READER)

☆ ALWAYS TOGETHER (AUSTIN SOMMERS X READER)

☆ THE HORN OF PLENTY (THE EVANS) HUNGER GAMES AU:

TATE -

☆ THE EVANS: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

☆ THE EVANS SUPPORTING YOU

ETERNITY (KAI X READER)

MASTERLIST HALLOWEEN 2021 -

Song Prompt Masterlist

This includes any and all Song Masterlist, if it's from a list of songs I made to make fics to then it is on here

Main Masterlist

SONG LIST 1

It’s Christmas Eve (Peter Parker x Gender Neutral Reader)⛈-Based off of The Bad List by Z Berg and Ryan Ross-Song 1- 2|7|21

Thinking You Could Live Without Me? (Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)⛈-Based off of Without Me by Halsey-Song 2- 2|9|21

I Could Never (Loki)⛈-Based off of I’ll Never Love Again from the film A Star Is Born-by Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper-Song 3- 2|11|21

‘Cause They Don’t Know (Wanda Maximoff)☁️-Based off of Bad Reputation by Shawn Mendes-Song 4- 2|12|21

Let Me Start Off (Tony Stark)☁️-Based off of You Should Be Sad by Halsey-Song 5- 2|16|21

Baby Bye Bye (Tony Stark)⛈-Based off of All She Wrote by Firehouse-Song 6- 2|18|21

I Don’t Know Why I Cry (Clint Barton)⛈- Based off of Used To Love by Gwen Stefani-Song 7 2|23|21

Meet Me (Pietro Maximoff)☁️-Based off of Eastside by Benny Blanco, Halsey and Khalid-Song 8- 2|26|21

I’m A Hazard (Natasha Romanoff)⛈-Based off of We Don’t Have To Dance by Andy Black-Song 9-3|1|21

Give Me A Minute (Tony Stark)☁️- Based off of Irreplaceable by Beyoncé-Song 10-3|8|21

Don’t Let That Take Us Away (Natasha Romanoff x Gender Neutral Reader)🌧- Based off of You Get My Love by P!NK-Song 11-3|8|21

Story of Us (Steve Rogers)-Based off of Story Of Us by Taylor Swift-Song 12-3|10|21

Bite Back (Tony Stark)-Based off of Silent All These Years by Tori Amos-Song 13-3|10|21

I’m Not That Type of Girl (Peter Maximoff) 🌈-Based off of Speak Now by Taylor Swift-Song 14-3|14|21

And She (Wanda Maximoff)🌈- Based off of She by dodie-Song 15-3|15|21

When We Were Young (Bucky Barnes)🌈-Based off of When We Were Young cover by Andy Black and Juliet Simms-Song 16-3|18|21

Get Your Hands Off My Hips (Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, and Steve Rogers)☁️- Based off of Take A Hint by Elizabeth Gillies and Victoria Justice (from Victorious)-Song 17-3|19|21

One Step Closer (Loki)🌈-Based off of A Thousand Years PT. 2 by Christina Perri ft. Steve Kazee-Song 18-3|22|21

100 Years (Steve Rogers)🌈- Based off of Turning Page by Sleeping At Last-Song 19-3|28|21

I Can Tell (Peter Parker)🌈- Based off of We Are Gonne Be Friends by The White Stripes-Song 20-4|9|21

Ghost of You (Steve Rogers)⛈-Based off of Ghost of You by 5 Seconds of Summer-Song 21-4|11|21

As I Watched (Peter Parker)🌈-Based off of Begin Again by Taylor Swift-Song 22-4|15|21

You Look Happier (Bucky Barnes)⛈- Based off of Happier by Ed Sheeran-Song 23-4|17|21

Too Well (Scott Summers)⛈-Based off of All Too Well by Taylor Swift-Song 24-4|17|21

I Know You’re There (Jean Grey)🌧-Based off of Do You Wanna Build A Snowman from Frozen-Song 25-4|17|21

Our Song (Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader)🌈-Based off of Our Song by Taylor Swift-Song 24-4|18|21

I Swear To God (Alex Summers)☁️-Based off of my ex’s best friend by Machine Gun Kelly ft. blackbear- Song 27-4|18|21

This Ain’t Our Fairytale (Steve Rogers)⛈-Based off of White Horse by Taylor Swift-Song 28-4|18|21

I Didn’t Mean To Fall In Love (Steve Rogers)⛈-Based off of Hush Hush by Avril Lavigne-Song 29-4|18|21

Die Young (Avengers)⛈-Based off of If I Die Young by The Band Perry-Song 30-4|22|21

Die Young (X-MEN)⛈-Based off of If I Die Young by The Band Perry-Song 30-4|22|21

Sour (On Hold)

brutal–Peter Parker/Spiderman (Tom Holland) and Rogue

traitor–Scott Lang/Antman and Logan Howlett/Wolverine

drivers license–Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow and Scott Summers/Cyclops

1 step forward, 3 steps back–Loki Friggason and Sean Cassidy/Banshee

deja vu–Thor Odinson and Ororo Munroe/Storm

good 4 u–Sam Wilson/Captain America/Falcon and Jean Grey/Phoenix

enough for you–Tony Stark/Iron Man and Raven Darkholme/Mystique

happier–Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch and Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver

jealousy, jealousy–Everyone

favorite crime–Pietro Maximoff and Warren Worthington III/Angel

hope ur ok– Bucky Barnes/White Wolf/Winter Soldier + Steve Rogers/Captain America and Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto + Emma Frost

---

okay hear me out again.

needy and angry tate langdon. quick fucking in a corner of the house.

"Tate...wait.. my dad is in the next roo-....gh.." you try to articulate as tate speed up his wild thrusts, his warm breath on your neck and his shaky whimpers caressing your ears. "I'm sorry... i'm sorry i need...i need it...". you put a hand on your mouth, squeezed between the wall under the stairs and tates aroused body. he was so good. he was so fucking good. you loved it so much when tate was angry. he totally let himself go and always count on you to help him. he pulls his head back slightly to press his forehead against yours, moaning in pleasure as quietly as possible. "your dad...he told me i was afraid...of rejection..." he whispers between two moans, his hands squeezing your waist. "I think he's right..." you answer, panting, your lips sticked to his. He raises his head, his dark eyes half hidden by his fluffy blond hair, staring at you as he pound you more and more. "you'll never... reject me, right ?" you grabbed his hair and kissed him wildly, stifling one of his moans. "if i dare to do it one day... i allow you to kill me" you whisper weakly against his lips, his eyes locked on yours, feeling the orgasm coming for you two. tate let out a groan as he cums with you, his seed filling your shivering body. "...then...you are warned." he says finally, breathless, holding you tightly as he catches his breath while you come back to your senses, his lips caressing your right ear with simple words . "never leave me. ever."

---

for two | bonten x reader

Character/s: All of Bonten (Reader only has a platonic relationship with Mochi tho)

Warnings: f!reader, cussing/swearing, gore, violence, sexual themes (not much action tho), mentions of murder, reverse harem, some toxic (?) behaviors, accidental/unplanned pregnancy, and Sanzu being a usual crackhead. Idk what happened in the end, it just turned fluffy to me. Minors don't interact.

Synopsis: Reader finds out she is pregnant, doesn't know who the father is, and tries to keep it a secret. Keyword: tries. The reader is also a Bonten executive here.

✃WC: 5.4k

Spice level: 🌶️🌶️ out of 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Bonus | Bonus 2

Dizzy to a point it was like a drum was being bashed against your head, you scurried off to a more secluded room in hopes of finding peace. Hand massaging your temple, you tried to block out the noise of gunshots and Bonten's number two laughing maniacally as he executed another round of traitors in the torture chamber along with the other members there to watch. If you had the chance to skip today's meeting, you would have done so in a heartbeat for your head was close to splitting into two after mulling over the fact you discovered yesterday morning.

An ordinary Friday morning it was as you slipped out of the freshly laundered sheets. Ignoring the tiny snores from the dark-haired man still off in dreamland, you then proceed to do your morning routine from brushing your teeth to making breakfast for two. The penthouse which Koko bought for you was quiet save for the sizzling bacon in a pan and for the soft music you played on your phone. Tokyo's skytree was visible from afar as the sun started to appear. Its gentle light flooding into the glass windows.

Stretching your aching back due to last night's strenuous activities which you could only blame on the man still fast asleep, you stifled a yawn as you watched the fat bubble around the meat and the sunny side up eggs next to the bacon.

You didn't know why the ugly yellow color made you sick—it may have been the stench of the egg or the bacon's raw scent—but you turned the stove off before rushing to the nearest bathroom to puke your dinner on the toilet. Gripping the cool porcelain, a frown settled on your features as you flushed the disgusting remnants of the oriental dish you ate last night. Memories of drinking the night away with your fellow executives flashing in your eyes. With a huff, you got up and proceeded to brush your teeth again out of frustration.

You didn't know why you were suddenly feeling sick that you had to puke, but it was enough for you to pray for it to never happen again.

Punishing traitorous rats were more welcomed than puking your guts out.

Heading back to the kitchen, you were greeted by the sight of Kakucho leaning against the counter, shirtless and drinking the coffee you made him. Upon seeing you, he smiled softly.

"Good morning, [Y/N]. Slept well?"

You returned the smile, albeit with the lack of enthusiasm you usually had.

"I did. How about you?"

"Perfectly."

"Well, obviously. You have me to warm the bed," you lightheartedly joked, earning a chuckle from the usually stoic man. Ignoring his intense stare, you proceed to finish cooking until you felt his strong arms wrapping around your waist. Bare chest against your back, making your cheeks flush as last night's escapade came coming back as Kakucho pressed his lips against your neck. Kissing the skin under your ear, he whispered.

"And I'd be the luckiest man to walk the earth to have you warm my bed any time, any day..."

Grabbing your chin, Kakucho gently turned your head to his and captured your lips.

"To kiss you and to have these pretty lips wrapped around my cock..." Kakucho whispered in between kisses, he smirked at your breathlessness. "Any man would be willing to kill to be in my position right now."

You couldn't help but snort. "Baby, you shouldn't say that. What if Sanzu happens to hear that from you?"

Kakucho chuckled before capturing your lips again. Humming, your concerns for your well-being momentarily dissipated from your mind as you reciprocate Kakucho's affections. That was until he finished showering and was getting ready to go.

Nose scrunched up, your hand immediately flew up to your nose and pinched it to prevent more of the strong scent to invade your nostrils. Kakucho's cologne never reaches such intensity that it has become this nauseating. You even welcomed such a musky scent to stain your carpet, to always remind you of him whenever he was away—same with the rest who left their bottles of cologne and perfume on your nightstand. So why was it making your head ache now?

Of course, your disgusted expression never slipped past the dark-haired executive's gaze. Brows raised, he asked slowly, "Is it... too much?" he placed the black bottle down, hesitating to approach you since you kept backing away. Craving fresh air like the scent seemed to act like a boa constrictor, causing you to feel claustrophobic.

"I-I'm fine," you managed to answer, sending him a reassuring smile. "I guess my nose is quite sensitive today. Even this morning while making breakfast, I've been feeling a bit sick."

Hearing your statement, Kakucho's confused features quickly turned to one filled with concern.

"Do you want to go to a clinic? Perhaps I can take you there right now—"

"N-no, no. It's alright." You waved off his suggestion, partly due to how you were afraid of whatever result may come out after a quick check-up. You would rather go alone anyway than cause anyone trouble. "I'll go to the clinic in a few. You still have to do what Mikey tasked you..." When you sensed his doubt, you continued to smile. "Don't worry too much, baby. I'm sure this is just the passing flu or something. I hardly get sick after all."

"If you say so..." Kakucho sighed, resuming on fixing his tie which you would normally do. Except for today, you wouldn't even come close to him. He may not admit it aloud, but he kind of wished he never put on the cologne if you were going to act this way.

Just as he was about to leave, he gave you one last glance.

"Are you sure you want to go there alone?"

You nodded, weakly smiling. Kakucho returned the gesture and left. The moment his back was turned to you, you paled as millions of scenarios raced through your mind as you prepared to head down to the clinic.

And how right you were on not taking up Kakucho's offer as you blinked at the test results later presented to you by the doctor behind the desk, pointing at the paper as she beamed happily for you. Clearly oblivious to your inner turmoil and that you were one of Bonten's dangerous assassins. Not that you could blame her for taking you in as a normal citizen with the way you were sweating and trembling on your seat.

"C-could you... say that again?"

"I said, congratulations, [L/N]. You're six weeks pregnant."

Anyone in your position would be afraid.

One, you were in Bonten and one of its executives. Missions would be harder to achieve and there was no way Mikey nor the others would allow you to participate. There would definitely be a lot of restrictions. Two, you didn't know who the father was and whether they wanted to keep the child.

Did you even want to keep it?

Do you even want them to know?

Marriage was out of the question. You were quite happy with the current setup, dating seven of the higher-ups. It has been three years since you joined the organization—be on equal footing as these men and two years since you had agreed to such a polyamorous relationship. Well, not that you had a choice. You would rather avoid becoming the sole reason as to how an inner conflict started. And not that you were against dating them despite how crazy it sounded. After all, sharing was caring.

But it was moments like these—the unexpected that come crashing down on a perfect setup. And for once, you were afraid of what they would think.

I made sure to drink my birth control pills... Even have plan B ready at any time and they often use protection.

Where did I go wrong?

"[Y/N], what are you doing back here?"

Looking up from the ground you have been staring at hopelessly, you came face to face with the younger Haitani brother. His lilac irises boring into you with great interest, especially since you tend to watch the show Sanzu always puts on in the torture room. To see you here at the back, all by yourself, was a rare occurrence.

"I... " you began, unsure what to say as you licked your chapped lips. Rindou's curious stare morphed into intrigue as you formulated your sentence. "I got a bit dizzy. Yeah, it's a bit hot in there so I had to step out for a bit."

You blinked when Rindou's frame suddenly came up close, holding his palm against your forehead as he checked your temperature. Silence blanketed over you two for a few moments before he backed away with a bewildered expression.

"Your temperature is normal. You don't even look sick to me," he mumbled, squinting at your face as if he could spot any hints from there as to why you were feeling lightheaded. "Did you eat something strange last night?" At the possibility that you ate a rotten dish or that an expired ingredient was added to your meal last night, Rindou smirked wickedly. "What do you say, doll? Do you want to drive down to the restaurant and demand answers? Maybe putting a bullet to their heads will make you feel better, huh? What do you say?"

Expecting you to agree to his idea, Rindou was flabbergasted when you shook your head and quietly sighed. "I don't think it's their fault, Rindou... Perhaps I just need rest."

"What? Did Kakucho go too hard on you last night?" Rindou laughed, snaking an arm around your waist and bringing you close to him. Softly threading his fingers through your hair, you swore you saw his eyes narrow when you didn't answer. "Doll, did he hurt you?"

"No, of course not," your reply was instant, trying to push Rindou away at the absurd idea but his grip tightened around you. He refused to let you go. "Kakucho would never do anything of the sort."

"Then tell me... You already seem to know the answer but you won't share. Why? Is it so much of a secret?" Tilting your chin up, he whispered against your lips. "A secret you can't even confide with me? And here I thought we should never keep secrets from one another, doll."

The manipulative bastard was up to no good and you knew the longer you were in his embrace, the best chance Rindou would get the truth out of you. However, there was no way out.

"Rindou, I..."

"You can always tell me, doll. You know that I'll always love you no matter what." Rindou grinned, loving your soft moans as he nipped on your lower lip. "But I bet you would rather let me fuck it out of you, huh? My little slut. Are you acting this way because Kakucho didn't please you well? Or one dick won't suffice anymore after tasting everyone?"

He inhaled the lingering scent of your shampoo, lips tickling the skin of your cheek and neck. Teeth begging to sink into your flesh and just claim you there in the secluded room, not caring who may catch you two as he buries his thick cock into your welcoming cunt. After all, your fucked out face was a stranger to none other than Mochi.

The poor old dude almost had a heart attack when he caught you bent over Mikey's desk once. Since then, he tried to avoid you whenever you were alone with one of them and for a good reason.

And even if Rindou were to kiss the living lights out of you, this was a secret no one has to know yet.

"Rindou, we can't," you hissed, palm against his handsome face, and pushed it away. The grunt he gave was anything but pleased as his brows were pinched together at your weird behavior. You wouldn't have rejected his offer and it was at that moment he knew something was up. Yet, before he could even get to that part, a low whistle broke the atmosphere of the secluded room.

"Dear brother, didn't Takeomi order us to stay and watch?" Ran's lazy eyes shifted between you and Rindou. Then, a smirk settled on the older Haitani's lips. "Although, I won't mind what you're doing unless I get to join."

"And what if I fucking say no?"

"Enough," you managed to say as you got out of Rindou's embrace. Fixing your hair and skirt, you exhaled as your mood plummeted down further today. Without as much of a glance at the two brothers, you left the room and made your way to your office in hopes of hiding your sick disposition.

"You're not going to drink?"

You shook your head at Takeomi's offer. The wine sloshing in his own glass was tempting, especially with yours being empty.

Having been invited to his office to unwind and escape the Haitani's judging gazes, you immediately jumped on the offer. Takeomi was seldomly free, but tonight was an exception. For tonight, it was his turn to take you home. And as you would've wanted that, it was best to postpone it. The only problem was how to say it and not hurt the man's feelings.

Not that he would admit that.

This is why you were sitting on the couch across his desk, pondering and formulating the words to say.

"What's wrong, beautiful? You've been awfully quiet since earlier," Takeomi inquired, facing the city below him as he swirled the dark liquid around the glass. "Kakucho even mentioned to me that you've been feeling under the weather."

"Yes, that is definitely true," you mumbled, crossing your arms as you glared at the empty wine glass. "I was actually here to inform you about it..."

"I see." His baritone voice echoed in the silent office, save from the air conditioner whirling in the background. "And due to this, you're also here to tell me we couldn't spend the night together. Am I right?"

Dropping your head guiltily, you nodded. Blame it on the hormones of the pregnancy, but you couldn't help but shed a few tears at his tone that seemed disappointed.

"I'm sorry, O-Omi..."

The man blinked and did a double-take once he heard your voice waver. Like lightning, in a flash, he was right beside you and knelt to cup your whole face damp with tears. The wine was forgotten as some spilled on the ground.

"[Y/N], why are you crying? Did I say something that may have offended you?" When your sobs grew louder, he was sweating bullets. "I promise, beautiful, I'm not disappointed nor angry at you. Sometimes, things get out of hand and we fall ill. But I'm not blaming you... Please, don't cry."

Holding you close to his chest, Takeomi hugged you tight as you cried in his arms. If you were not shedding tears, you could've had front row tickets of seeing Bonten's advisor staring down at you in utter helplessness—a complete contrast to his usually impassive features. He may have mastered the art of war and whatnot, but he was completely lost on how to comfort you. However, his choice in just holding you and patting your back until your sobs subsided worked as you were now sniffling, wiping your nose with the handkerchief he gave you.

"I'm sorry, Omi..." You groaned, mindlessly wiping your tears. "I don't even know why I'm crying. Fuck."

"It's alright, beautiful." Takeomi grinned, leaning close to plant a kiss on your forehead. It immediately calmed you down. "I'd rather you let all your emotions out than bottle it all up."

"Mhm." Kissing him again, you hummed into his mouth and the taste of wine on his tongue. Hand roaming his broad back and up to his hair, pulling the ends.

"S-stop, [Y/N]..." Takeomi cleared his throat, averting his gaze from you. Fighting back the urge to take you right there on the couch—to remember how tight and warm it was inside you. With how pink and swollen your lips were, he was afraid he'd devour them to a point he'll be unable to let go of you. He was sure his patience was thinning, especially with how you cocked your head to the side in confusion at his command. The tent of his pants grew tighter, hand gripping his thighs out of self-control.

"Stop?"

All Takeomi had to do was point down to his hard member for you to take the hint. Apologies immediately flooded the silence, but Takeomi swore none of them held an ounce of remorse. Especially with how you fought hard to grin at his longing stare. Shaking his head, he rose from his position to tuck back a stray strand of hair from your face.

"The things you do to me, beautiful." He muttered, loving how your eyes sparkled. "Do tell me once you feel well..." He pecked your lips one last time, missing how they wrap around his digits as he fingered you with his free hand. Digging the pocket of his slacks to pull out a cigarette, Takeomi smirked. "We'll have so much fun next time."

"Likewise."

Takeomi laughed, then took out his phone. He fiddled with the gadget for a moment before facing you once more. "You may go now, beautiful. I've sent word for Ran to drive you home." Lastly, he added with a smile. "Don't worry, I told him not to try anything."

Even with the reassurance from Takeomi as he bid you farewell, you knew Ran Haitani was akin to a mystery box. Never knowing what he had under his sleeves.

"Are you pregnant?"

At Ran's accusatory tone, your body went rigid. Eyes unable to meet his as they flickered side to side, anywhere but his. You even considered leaving the car, but it would be too impulsive to do so when you were in the middle of the road. Instead, you inhaled sharply as you remained calm.

"W-what brought you to that conclusion?"

"You seem... moody." Ran shrugged, returning his gaze on the road as the light went green. "Well, it might just be because you're on your period or leading up to that time of the month. You can always tell us, darling. No need to be so shy. Most of us have already seen your pretty pussy, so I don't see why you have to be embarrassed to tell us instead of all these mind games."

"Mind games?" You scoffed, not liking where this was going. Ran always had a knack for trying to know every single detail that is happening in your life. At times you found it endearing, but right not, it wasn't helping. "Well, you may fuck this pussy but it doesn't mean you have to know every business it does! What right do you have?"

It was the older Haitani's turn to huff. "Are we really going down there? Darling, I know Takeomi told me you are under the weather, but perhaps what you have is amnesia instead of the mere flu." Ran laughed humorlessly, eyes still on the road. "Let me remind you then that I'm your lover."

"A lover you say? Funny how you sometimes act like you're my dad instead."

"That's not funny, darling."

"Of course it isn't." You exhaled deeply, observing the cars passing by Ran's vehicle. "Let's just stop this silly banter. I'm tired and I just want to sleep."

"You haven't answered my question yet, [Y/N]."

"No, I'm not pregnant. Happy now?" Lying through your teeth has become easier and is now a honed skill since becoming an executive. You think it is indeed a blessing for your enemies wouldn't be able to guess you were either bluffing or not.

However, there were often times it backfired and always ended up with you hurting more than you realize.

Ran sighed out of relief at your response. "That's more like it. For a second, I thought you were. You shouldn't really keep me in suspense, darling. Someday, you will really give me a heart attack!"

A pang of pain was inflicted in your chest at his words. You didn't know why it even affected you this way. Ran didn't know you were pregnant nor what was going through your mind right now. It was only reasonable for him to act this way—but it didn't make you feel better.

You really didn't want to ask. Just keep quiet until you got home, there was no point in asking...

But curiosity always caught the cat and you spilled your question the moment Ran parked the car.

"Why?" You couldn't help but ask in a small voice. "If I were pregnant, are you going to tell me to get rid of it?"

"What are you talking about?"

Of course, he would be confused. He doesn't know.

Shaking your head, you sent him a small smile before kissing his cheek. "Nothing. Thank you for taking me home, Ran. You don't have to escort me to the elevator. Have a good night."

Your seatbelt was instantly unclasped and you got out of the car as fast as you can, fearing Ran's reaction or his answer as you walked to the elevators. You didn't even hear the door to the driver's seat open and shut as you went up the few flights of stairs. Legs wobbling as you climbed the last step, losing their strength.

"Darling, careful!" Ran almost shouted, heart racing. The rise of the beat and speed was evident due to his hold on your wrist as he steadied you. Eyes wide at what just occurred, you were speechless as the purple-haired man held his heart out of shock. You were so close to kissing the stairs and hurting yourself. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around your stomach.

So close.

"Darling, are you okay?" Ran questioned, searching for any bruise or signs of injury on your body. You merely nodded as you stood there, heart racing. Once he made sure you were alright, Ran clicked his tongue out of irritation. Running a hand through his disheveled hair, he exhaled aloud. "God, you scared me there. Almost made out with the ground..."

Trembling like a leaf in Autumn's wake, you chuckled to mask your fear of what was about to become of the life inside of you if Ran wasn't able to catch you on time. And this did not go unnoticed to the Bonten executive, who quirked an eyebrow at your strange behavior.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

"It's never nothing with you, darling." Cupping your face with both of his palms, Ran leaned down to observe your face. Scanning it and see if he could figure out what was bothering you. Seeing that you refused to tell, the older Haitani sighed and pinched your cheek. "Fine, I won't pry too much. However, you can't keep me in the dark forever."

You pouted. "I know."

Ran smirked, then pressed a chaste kiss on your lips. "Rest well, darling. I hope you feel better tomorrow."

"Mhm, good night, Ran."

Before you could leave, he cleared his throat and lowered his gaze to the floor.

"And about your question, I don't know why you bothered to ask... but for you darling, any baby of yours—even if I'm not the father—I'd gladly welcome it."

The silver-haired man beside you handed the bucket of fries, watching you eat the thin potatoes faster than light with interest. "Do you feel better now?" Koko questioned, but then snorted. "Well, with how much you're eating today, I guess you are now."

You sent him a silent glare, shutting the man up before resuming your feast. After resting last night, you woke up with a hunger for fast food. Sanzu and Koko picked you up from the penthouse, getting ready for today's mission which was to visit a drug den disguised as a noodle restaurant. However, with your unexpected craving, Sanzu had to turn the car around and head to the nearest fast food chain in the area.

"Baby, weren't you the one who criticized me for eating fast food in the morning instead of a 'proper' breakfast?" Sanzu chuckled, looking at your reflection through the driver's rearview mirror. "Look who's being a hypocrite."

"It's not my fault I'm craving." You grumbled, rolling your eyes at the pink-haired man's comment. "Besides, this is only a one-time thing. I was too lazy to make breakfast and Kakucho wasn't there."

"Takeomi told us you were feeling unwell yesterday so we decided not to intervene with your resting. The same goes for Kakucho." Koko explained, digging through the paper bags he brought until he found the one where it contained vitamins and supplements. "Here, you should drink these once you're done. Wouldn't want you to feel ill again."

Sanzu, upon hearing the sound of medicine, removed his gaze from the road to stare at Koko expectantly.

"Did you buy some for me as well?"

"No, and I won't." Koko hissed, pushing the man's head away, earning a huff. "Can't afford you getting high off your horses, especially today. We're meeting a drug lord though, so maybe you can ask from him."

The ride was silent for a few moments, consisting of you merely eating, Koko watching, and Sanzu trying to maneuver around until the vehicle slowed down to a stop in front of a noodle restaurant located in the sketchiest corner of town.

"You sure this is the right place?"

Koko took out his phone, comparing the photo he had and the building. He then nodded once he was sure. Turning to you, he then patted your shoulder.

"You're staying here, [Y/N] since we'll be quick. In and out as soon as possible, okay?"

You nodded, trusting them to finish the job immediately. You didn't have much to fear for Sanzu was around and if any trouble were indeed to rise, a gun underneath your seat was ready for use.

Sanzu's smiling face immediately disappeared, replaced with a more serious one before kissing your cheek.

"Wish us luck, baby."

Watching the two disappear into the restaurant, you relaxed against the leather seat and waited as you ate the remainder of your fries and nuggets Koko bought. The morning sickness mostly emptied your stomach so it was no surprise how you wanted to eat a meal for two men. However, you still had to keep your pregnancy a secret, blaming it on your upcoming period as a guise.

Basking in the silence, you watched a few people walk by your car. Some avoid it in fear of Bonten and the owner of said car. What captured your attention, however, was a pregnant woman walking by. Her huge stomach indicated she was close to labor any day. Fascinated, you stared at her in silence until she stopped a few feet away.

It was when she bent over, seemingly in pain, that you unlocked the car door and rushed to her side.

"Excuse me, are you okay?"

Sometimes, you blame your misplaced kindness at times, especially now when the pregnant woman pulled out a gun from her fake silicone belly. Beaming maliciously as she pointed it against your chest. It wasn't soon for you to find out she wasn't alone. Four men emerged from the shadows, some armed with a knife and one with a gun.

"Give us your money, bitch."

Fuckers.

Clicking your tongue, you raised your arms high up in the air in mock surrender. The woman immediately made a grab for your pockets, unsuspecting until you kicked her. Doubling over in pain, the woman fell to the ground with her gun knocked out of her hand.

Wasting no time, you made a grab for it and shot the man holding another gun on the chest. The rest tried to make a grab for yours, hoping to outwit you and take the weapon. Shooting the second guy, you were unprepared for the third charging up to you with his own knife.

The blade missed its chance to dig itself into your flesh and organ, but it certainly made a huge gash on your stomach. Hissing and groaning in pain, you stumbled back while glaring at the perpetrator.

"You fuckers certainly have the balls to gang up against a Bonten executive."

The man merely snickered, delivering a punch on your stomach one last time before you shot him point-blank in between the eye. His blood and bits of his brain staining your clothes, making you look bloodier than ever.

Falling to the ground, endless amounts of curses escaped your lips as you hugged your stomach. Tears threaten to spill out of your eyes at the pain blooming down there.

The sound of gunshots made the other people in the area flee from the scene while it certainly attracted your companions who ran to the scene. The last guys standing instantly fell like flies once Sanzu shot them.

"[Y/N]!"

"Haru, help..."

You couldn't help but let out a sob as you felt liquid trail down your thigh. Vision turning dim as you cried out for help, to take you to the hospital—anywhere for your baby. A flash of pink was all you could remember, strong arms scooping you up before blacking out completely.

The first thing that greeted you was a bright light that made you squint hard. The buzzing and humming of a machine filled the room.

"[Y/N]."

At the sound of your name, you turned to see who it was. Dark eyes with circles underneath them staring straight into your soul. Platinum blond hair.

"Mikey..." You whispered until you remembered what happened, prompting you to rise in panic. The man was quick to press you down, muttering how you were going to open your stitches. But none of that mattered as you held your stomach in fear. "Mikey, my baby..."

"The baby is safe."

A breath of relief slipped past your lips at Mikey's statement. Relaxing into your bed, you covered your face as you exhaled deeply.

"Thank god..."

"Why did you keep it a secret, [Y/N]?" But of course, Mikey wanted to know. "This could've been avoided if you told me—us. Why did you have to put yourself in danger?"

Seeing his usual emotionless face with anger and a hint of worry, you bit your inner cheek in silent debate whether to tell the truth or not. However, you didn't have much of a choice but to spill the beans with how hard Mikey was staring at you.

So, you ended up telling him your fears. Of the unplanned pregnancy, if it was going to be accepted or not.

Once you were finished, Mikey quirked a brow.

"And why on earth wouldn't we keep the child? It's already there and the father could be any of us." Then, he leaned closer to narrow his eyes slightly. "Why are you so nervous? Don't tell me it's not one of us—"

"Don't be absurd." You groaned, closing your eyes in embarrassment. "Of course it's one of you. Do you know how hard it was to explain to the doctor at the clinic of my situation? How I would have to wait for nine months to find out who is the real father because I was fucking with seven men?"

Mikey was silent for a moment, taking in your words. He then sighed.

"That's... true."

"And we're criminals... Having a baby while having such a way of life isn't really something you can recommend."

"Do you want to get rid of it?"

It was your turn to become silent, shaking your head.

"Then, the answer is clear." Mikey offered you a small smile, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "We will keep the baby. Once the baby is here, we can work our way from there... little by little. There is nothing to fear, love. Besides, I want to find out who is responsible for knocking you up and punish them for being so careless."

"And what if it's you?"

Whether Mikey had an answer or not, he avoided the question and let your giggle pass through his ear while he opened the door.

"I'll let the others in now. They've been sitting outside for hours like wet dogs." Mikey then grumbled. "Sanzu still has to clean up the mess he made there."

---

Bruce talking to Jason and being a good dad?

"How is she?" Bruce asked, watching Jason slump in a chair, curled like a question mark around a cup of tea.

"Tired," Jason said, "Terrified. Disappointed. Sad- not that she's saying any of it right now."

"Jay, it's not-"

"Her feet are cut to ribbons," Jason said softly. "And she's not hungry at all. I'm not sure if she's depressed or it's the adjustment to her meds but she didn't go to class today."

Bruce swallowed asking if he still wanted to be involved with you. He could hear the worry. He was afraid for you. He felt guilty for not being there. "Whatever she decides to do with school, it'll be okay," he sighed. "She needs time to recover."

Jason nodded slowly, "I thought she was on Drugs- I told her to leave."

"You were upset," Bruce said fairly. "You thought she crossed a line-"

"I should have known better," Jason protested, "I mean fuck. All I would have had to do was believe her but I had to-"

"Jason," Bruce sighed, "You panicked. You made a mistake."

"She could have died." Jason rubbed his hand over his face. "She was lost. She was scared- She came to me for help. Because she didn't understand what was happening and I threw her out."

"Have you talked to-"

"She's not been real chatty," Jason snorted. "All she said when I dropped her off was 'Thank you' and 'She'd call me'; She hasn't called and I've been left on read thus far."

"Jason."

"She wants some space," Jason sighed. "Time to figure out how she feels about it."

"Is that wise?"

"Maybe not," Jason sighed "But. If I make her talk she'll just tell me what she thinks I want to hear to get me to fuck off."

"So what does this mean for the future?" Bruce asked.

"I don't know," Jason admitted. "But I do know that I'm not leaving her."

---

Could u do bonten reacting to reader killing someone? Like the person was trying to attack the reader and she was trying to defend herself but ended up killing them?

pairing.  Sano “Mikey” Manjiro, Haruchiyo “Sanzu” Akashi, Haitani Ran

warnings & contents. mentions of blood/gore. violence. harassment. mentions of bullying. idol/artist reader. hs reader. celeb reader. abuse. mentions of cannibalism (mikey's part)

notes. sorry if this took a while, i had a lot of things to take care of. but here it is finally! 

wc. 6.3k

Sano "Mikey" Manjiro

You were at a fan signing event, signing CDs and albums for your fans while interacting with them. Mikey was on the side of the stage, disguised as a member of the staff, watching you in the distance as a way of showing his support for your career.

Mikey insisted on attending your event despite the fact that you both knew he had a shitload of gang-related work to do.

It makes you happy to know Mikey still prioritized you over work.

He made you feel as if nothing else mattered and that you were the most important thing in his world.

Everything was going well, and after you finished signing your last fan's album, you presented a short performance for the audience, singing and dancing the chorus of one of your most recent album's songs, and then said goodbye to everyone while thanking them for coming to your event.

Mikey stayed close to you, escorting you back to the car and blocking you from the swarms of fans who wanted to take pictures with you. You sat on the passenger seat and waited for Mikey. You saw Mikey whisper something in your manager's ear before going around the car so he could start driving for both of you home.

You smiled as you saw your fans bidding farewell through the black-tinted window on your side, their expression matching yours.

When the two of you left the event location, Mikey finally removed his disguise (black cap and facemask).

Mikey placed his warm, slender hands in between your thighs, caressing them before opening his mouth to say something.

"Had fun?" he asked while still keeping his eyes on the road.

You turned your head to grin at him.

"Yes! I had a lot of fun talking to them! They were so cute and so supportive of my new album~ Their gifts and accessories for me were also cute!" you exclaimed.

Mikey smiled softly, happy that you're satisfied with the event.

"Good," he said.

"Oh, right! Can we stop by a nearby restroom? I think I drank too much water earlier..." you mumbled.

"There's a McDonald's not far from here. How about we go through the drive-thru? While I order our food, you go use the restroom, and we can meet back in the parking lot?" Mikey suggested.

"Yeah. I'll have grilled chicken salad and water with no ice by the way," you said.

Mikey scrunched his brows in confusion.

"That's hardly a meal and that's not your favorite, love," Mikey said.

You frowned.

"I know. But the company I am working for is strict about my diet. Especially now since my concert is coming up in a few months or so," you said.

"I don't understand that whole diet thing going on. It doesn't sound healthy for your body," Mikey said.

You shifted on your seat, turning to Mikey.

"It's so that I will fit better into the beauty standards of the industry. Also, my contract might get terminated if I don't follow their rules," you said.

Mikey turned his head to glance at you with an unimpressed look before his eyes went back to the road.

You got out of the car while wearing a face mask and a hat to avoid people recognizing you and mobbing you. It was a good thing too that you were dressed casually and comfortably because it would have been difficult to blend in with the crowd.

Then you dashed to the restroom as soon as Mikey came to a halt. After a few minutes, you exited the restroom and went straight to the parking lot to meet Mikey.

You looked left and right for a familiar car, but to your dismay.

With a sigh, you reached into your pocket for your cellphone in order to contact Mikey.

Just as you were about to press the call button, you noticed a stranger staring at you from a distance.

You were startled and your instincts told you to run.

When the stranger realized you had caught them, they approached you.

That's when your feet started moving and you started running for your life.

You didn't know where you were going, you just ran.

Left, right, right , straight, you just wanted to lose him.

To stop him from following you.

You eventually came to a dead end, and to make matters worse, you were in one of the most secluded areas of the parking lot.

You whipped your body to face the man from behind you.

"Please...please, go away," you pleaded, your voice quivering as you realized you were crying. You were clutching your phone to your chest.

"You're y/n, right? I'm a big fan. I went to your fan signing event today, but I couldn't get in because I didn't have an entry ticket. I'm so glad I ran into you here, of all places," the stranger, or man, said.

He was only a few feet away from you, but you wanted him to go farther. You actually want him to disappear because he was giving you the creeps.

"Is it okay if we take a picture together? It would really make me happy!" the man took a step closer and you took a step back.

He noticed.

"Oh. Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I just want to take a picture to show my friends!" he said and took more steps forward.

Your breath hitched.

"Please! Stay where you're standing!" you exclaimed.

You quietly looked to your right to see if there was any way to get away from this man. You'd have to run now because you couldn't think of any other way to escape except to run.

"Hey now, don't be scared. Really! I just want to take pictures with you," the man was now three steps away from you.

Your breathing became heavier as your anxiety increased.

It's now or never.

You thought and then in a second, you turned right to run but-

"GOTCHA! HAHA!" the man caught you in his arms with a stronghold.

You screamed, your phone dropping to the ground.

"Let me go! Please!" you cried, wiggling out of his hold. Gripping his arms in protest.

You were about to give up hope because your only way out was now finished. You were sad and afraid of what was going to happen next until you remembered.

Mikey!

"MIKEEEY! HELP! MIKEEEY!!!" you screamed at the top of your lungs.

Fuck, you hoped Mikey was outside the car and heard your cries.

"Shit! You're so fucking loud! Shut up!" exclaimed the man. He then slammed you to the ground, knocking your hat off in the process, sat on you to keep you from escaping, and put a firm hand on your mouth to keep you from crying for help.

"Stop squirming, little bitch!" the man gripped your mouth harder.

You saw him grab something from his pockets and you couldn't identify what it was until the item glinted and you knew.

You tried to push him off but he was too heavy and strong.

The combat knife went inside your top and he ripped your shirt in half using the knife.

Why was no one arriving in this area!? Aren't there any CCTVs in here?!

You thought.

"I told you I'm a big fan of yours. I always jack off to your performances, I love those mini skirts you wear. Fuck, I was hard just seeing you from afar, and now that we're so close and I'm about to have my way with you, I could just cum any moment!" the man spat.

"Oh shit! I have to take a picture of this and send it to my friends!" he said.

Your eyes bulged. The man removed his hand from your mouth to quickly grab his phone.

"Please don't!" you pleaded.

The man ignored your words and he opened the camera. He pulled your mask down and he took a picture with you.

"Okay, now a video of us, why don't you moan for me, yeah?" the man suggested.

"NO!" you shouted and continued to try and escape from his hold.

"Fine, I'll just make you instead," he said and went back to ripping your shirt off after putting his phone on the ground.

You felt him struggling to unclothe you fully, so you used all your strength to snatch the knife from his hands and switch positions so that he was now on the ground, but you weren't as strong as him. You might have been able to hold him off if you weren't on a strict diet and ate a lot more food, but that wasn't the case.

It only took a minute before you felt the man about to ground you again so you stopped him by pushing his chest.

The man let out a painful groan and he lay on the ground there, groaning in pain until he stopped.

All the life from his eyes, draining.

When you slowly dragged your eyes away from his chest and saw the combat knife plunge into his heart, you realized why he stopped breathing.

You stood up and took a step back from the corpse in front of you, and there was a deafening silence that played in the background until it was broken by the ringing of your phone. The sudden noise startled you, and you flinched. You checked the caller ID to see who it was. Mikey.

--

You found yourself back in the car, sitting beside Mikey who was driving.

"There's a tissue inside the paper bag, can you get it for me?" Mikey asked.

You immediately shuffled to get it for him.

"Thank you," he said, taking it from your grasp. He sprayed alcohol on his hands and wiped them with a tissue before resuming control of the steering wheel.

"By the way, I ordered your favorite. French fries, nuggets, ice cream, soda, and everything else."

Meanwhile, you were at a loss for words when it came to Mikey. You couldn't understand him. He had an unreadable expression on his face. You're not sure if he's mad at you, which is why he's quiet and ignoring you. Only speak when absolutely necessary. Was he displeased with what you did? Was he fine with it? You had no idea.

When you arrived home, Mikey stayed the same. He was quiet. It drove you insane.

You bit your lower lip and hesitatingly called out to him.

"...Mikey?" your voice soft.

"Hm?"

"Are you mad at me?" you asked.

"No, why would I get mad at you?" he asked.

You frowned, staring into his eyes in search of lies. But there was none.

"T'was an accident, 'm sorry," you said.

Mikey stared at you.

"Why are you apologizing?"

Your lips trembled and your eyes watered.

"Because I feel filthy! He touched me, Mikey! It wasn't your hands, it wasn't you there on me, it wasn't you and I only wanted you to touch me! He had his hands all over me and I feel like he left an imprint on me, I feel so disgusting now and you're mad now and you're going to leave me because I'm so dirty. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." you wailed.

Mikey fell silent once more, and you were certain that everything you said was correct.

He was enraged and he agrees with you being filthy-

Mikey was encircling you with his arms. And, despite the fact that you and he had hugged many times before, his hug felt different. It felt like you were being shielded from everyone and everything that is cruel in this world. As if you were confined in a safe haven known as his love.

He drew closer to meet your gaze before lowering his head to kiss your lips, his hands around your waist to keep you close.

"I love you."

That was what the kiss said.

"I'm not going anywhere without you."

Was what his hands on your waist said.

"I've done far more disgusting and dirtier things, love. And yet here you are with me. And this thing that happened to you, is not enough to call you dirty. The man, who dared to touch you is," Mikey said, his grip on your waist tightening at the end.

"'m sorry I killed him too. I must've put you in a tight spot now because I did it in public...Oh, god, Mikey. What if someone saw? They'll tell the company, and we'll get in big trouble-"

"Love, don't worry about it. I'll shoulder all the clean-up," Mikey said.

And he really did.

Later that night, while you were fast asleep, Mikey went out to deliver something after making sure that no one knew what you did.

He was carrying a large paper bag in his hand as he walked. He came to a halt when he noticed the group he was supposed to meet with. The group recognized him and greeted him.

"Hey! Is this the order our friend got us?" one of them said as they approached Mikey.

Mikey nodded and handed them the brown paper bag. He watched them open it and see boxed foods inside, then he watched them happily eat the food. He overheard them praising the food as delicious and savory.

When the guy who had spoken to him earlier noticed Mikey wasn't leaving, he called him out.

"What are you still doing here? Isn't this delivery free? You can leave now," the guy said.

But Mikey stood his ground.

The guy clicked his tongue, annoyed. He walked closer to Mikey.

"Dude, you're getting on my nerves. Leave now," he said.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" one of the guys shouted.

The guy in front of Mikey turned his back to see the commotion.

"Jiko, ask the fucker that delivered this shit why the fuck is there a dick in our food!?" the guy said, holding up the box to show his friend.

Jiko's face fumed in anger as he turned back to Mikey.

"Did you put that shit in our food?"

"Ah, so you're Jiko. You're one of that asshole's friends in the chat that told him to cum inside my baby's tummy, isn't that right?" Mikey asked.

"What-"

Mikey kicked Jiko's chin, knocking him out cold. Or he could be dead. Does it matter?

He turned to look at the others and saw their ghostlike expressions.

"Your next meal is right there."

Haruchiyo "Sanzu" Akashi

"Y/n, can you cover my shift tonight? I'm having serious period cramps, I can barely move."

Your co-worker on the other side of the call asked.

"Uhm. I can't. I have to get home early tonight," you said.

"Oh, c'mon y/nn. I'll treat you as soon as I'm okay! Help me out, will you?"

"Er...I really can't, sorry," you said.

"Ugh. You're so boring, thanks for nothing anyway,"

Beep.

You placed your phone inside your bag. After cleaning up the place you worked, you gathered all your belongings and went to head home, to your parent's house.

You waited for a bus to arrive at a bus stop while scrolling through your contacts to see if you have any missed texts from someone. You clicked on Sanzu's name and went to text him.

: Hey babe. I just finished work. I'm heading to mom's right now.

You hit send and not a minute later you saw three dots indicating that he was texting.

Haru: I'll come and give you a ride.

: No, it's okay. I'm already on a bus anyway.

Haru: Why didn't you wait for me? :(

: Sorry, I was in a rush.

Haru: Why you gotta be?

You stopped responding to Sanzu as soon as a bus stopped in front of you. You got in, took a seat, and went to text Sanzu again.

: I have a lot of things to take care there.

: I'll talk to you later then. I love you. :*

You turned off your phone and sighed to yourself, resting your elbows on the windowsill to watch the scenery.

You honestly want to go somewhere other than "home". You were worried about who awaited you once you got off the bus.

Many people view their home as a safe haven where they can be themselves without fear of repercussions. They can let down their guard, relax, and lose themselves in the moment of relaxation provided by the place. However, unlike most people, your "home" had a completely different definition and was far from being a safe haven.

You grew up with an abusive father and a kind mother who you had no choice but to look after.

Your father, aside from being abusive, was also an unemployed bastard who was constantly drinking and smoking.

Your mother was the polar opposite of your father. She is a sweet woman who loves you completely. Your father always takes advantage of your mother, knowing she is weaker than him and more forgiving.

Despite your father's beatings, manipulations, and continuous abuse of your mother, your mother couldn't leave your father because she still believes he will change.

You got off the bus and went straight home as soon as it came to a stop.

You knocked on the door with your fist raised. Not long after, someone opened the door for you and smiled warmly.

"Baby, you're home!" your mother exclaimed.

You smiled back.

"Yes, mom. I am."

Your mother opened the door wider and urged you to come in.

"How was work?" she asked.

"It was okay, there were a lot more customers than usual," you replied while taking off your shoes, putting your things to the side, and entering the house.

"Oh, you just be exhausted then. Come, let's eat," she said and directed you to the dining room.

"You can sit here and wait while I call your father," she said.

You did as you were told.

While waiting, you took the time to check your surroundings. The house looks depressing as ever. Everything was dull. The colors on the wall, the paintings, the mirrors, the picture frames, and even the furniture. It was all because of your father.

Your father forbids anyone to repaint the house. He was the one who chose the interior design of the house and no one is allowed to change it but him.

"What time did you arrive?"

Speak of the devil.

The abrupt voice that interrupted your thoughts caught you off guard. You turned around to face your father. You immediately stood up and bowed in respect. You then responded to his question after raising your head.

"I just arrived, sir," you said.

"It's good that you're on time. How is school?" he asked and took a seat.

"It's alright, sir," you replied and sat down.

You watched him take a cigarette in his pocket and put it in his mouth.

"Pass me the lighter," he said.

Your eyes searched for the lighter. Was it right in front of you? Perhaps on the table? Your gaze was drawn to a small rectangle of metal. You grabbed it before handing it to your father. Your father smoked after lighting his cigarette.

"Where's that bitch?" he exhaled, smoke coming out of his mouth.

You knew he was talking about your mother.

"She went to look for you," you said.

Your father's side lip curled in annoyance before clicking his tongue.

"Go find her."

"Honey! I was looking for you-"

Slam!

You flinched as your father banged his fists on the dinner table.

"You fucking bitch. What took you so long?" your father glared at your mother.

Your mother's eyes were wide.

"I went to look for you."

"Whatever. I'm hungry, where's the food?" your father sharply asked.

Your mother scattered to the kitchen to bring the food to the table.

You helped your mother wash the dishes after the silent dinner before the three of you gathered in the living room to discuss family matters.

"Um, I paid the monthly bills in advance last week," you said.

Your mother smiled.

"Thank you, baby,"

You nodded.

"And I also set up an appointment for your monthly check-up. I also bought your maintenance pills and vitamins. Do you guys have enough food until the end of the month?" you asked. Figuring that you'll leave this house after a week to stay in your apartment again to continue your studies.

Your mother frowned.

"Sorry, baby. We only have 3 canned foods left and a few vegetables stocked," your mother said.

"Okay, I'll go grocery shopping tomorrow so we'll have something to eat this week, and then I'll order some food for stocking and have them delivered in a week or so...How is the refrigerator? Is it still in good condition?" you asked.

"Yes, baby. We had it fixed by the maintenance man yesterday. It's working fine now," your mother said.

"I want a new television," your father said.

You paused.

"Oh, did the T.V broke?" you asked.

"Yes," your father responded.

A new T.V? How can you fit that into your expenses? You barely have enough money to pay for your tuition in school.

"I think I can buy you that in 3 months," you said.

"3 months? That long?" your father said in a dangerously low voice.

You hesitated to reply.

"Yes...sir. I still have to pay my tuition next month," you said.

"Don't you have money to spare? I've seen you go around with a luxurious car," your father said.

"Honey-"

"Don't cut in the conversation, bitch," your father hissed at your mother.

"Go make yourself useful and bring me a beer," your father ordered your mother, who had no choice but to follow.

"Sir, that's my boyfriend's car. It's not mine."

"Borrow money from him then."

You were taken aback. You can't see yourself borrowing money from Sanzu for your parents. The last thing you wanted was for Sanzu to be caught up with your family issues.

"I can't...do that..." you trailed off.

"And why not? He's your boyfriend, it's fine. Plus it's for me anyway, I'm your father. It's only fair," he said.

"Is it?" you mumbled under your breath.

"What was that?" your father asked you.

You clamped your mouth shut and looked at him.

"Sir?" you asked, acting dumbfounded.

Fuck, you regret saying that out loud. Why did it slip off your tongue?

"Don't act like an idiot. You're acting dumb? You know what you said. Say it again," your father said.

"I don't know what you mean," you said, your voice small.

"DON'T LIE! I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID!" your father shouted.

You flinched and diverted your eyes from him.

You were lifted off the couch by your arm. Then you felt a harsh tug on your hair causing you to cry out in pain.

"You little shit, you're just like your mother. I raised you, fed you, put a roof on your head, got you into a good school, and this is how you repay me?! By being disrespectful?!" your father kept tugging your hair.

You heard a loud gasp and glass shatter.

"Y/n! (Father's name)! Stop it! Stop hurting her!" your mother rushed to pull your father from you but he was stronger.

Your father pushed your mother with great force that sent her flying against the wall.

Your mother's head slammed against the wall as a result of the sudden impact. You watched her eyes flutter as she tried to clear her blurred vision until her body fell to the ground.

"Mom!" you yelled, breaking free from your father's grip and sprinting to your mother's side.

Her skin was extremely pale, and your gaze shifted lower, from her face to her collarbone and chest. You could see new bruises and cuts from there. You averted your gaze, unable to bear that painful sight, and your gaze was drawn to her arms, where cigarette burns littered her skin.

"Leave her to die." your father said.

"She deserved it; do you know what a brat she was while you were gone? Can't take simple orders, always whining and crying," he went on.

You stood up and attempted to walk towards the phone to call an ambulance and the police, ignoring your father.

This shit ends now.

You thought.

But before you could get to the phone, you were yanked back by your hair in a harsh tug.

You screamed in agony as you fell on your butt on the ground.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?!" your father bellowed.

As your eyes pierced him, your chest heaved up and down with rage.

"I'm calling the police and saving my mother, you abusive, selfish man!"

A hard backhand slap landed on your left cheek.

"You don't talk to your father like that, wrench!"

You had enough.

You grabbed the closest thing to you, charged at him, and repeatedly hit him. He fought with you, trying to get you off, but he couldn't take control of you because you were so enraged.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD! DIE!" you screamed, repeatedly hitting him until his body fell to the floor, but you kept hitting him. You saw his face turn bloody, and eventually, he just lay there, no longer fighting.

Your eyes, which had been fogged with rage and hatred, gradually cleared as your mind processed the fact that your father was now...dead.

Because of you.

Fuck...

The item that you used to murder your father fell to the ground while you got up and walked away from your deceased father.

You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

You stood there, anxiously staring at his body.

What were you going to do? Should you call the police? No, wait. They'll figure out you murdered him. Is it better to bury the body right away or to clean everything up first? But your mom needs help too! You must call an ambulance to assist her, but doing so will expose your father's body.

If you took care of the body first, your mother would be in critical condition by the time you finished cleaning up before calling an ambulance.

"Fuck..." you let out.

Your thoughts are scattered.

You brought your hands to your face before stopping.

These are the same hands that killed your father.

They're dirty and disgusting, you need to wash them.

"Why am I worrying about my hands? I need to hide this body first. Fuck, if there was someone to help me-" you cut yourself off as a realization hit you.

Of course. How could you have forgotten? You had a boyfriend who dealt with these situations.

You shifted your position in an instant to grab your phone. You patted your clothes to feel for the device before pulling it out and dialing his number.

He picked up three rings later.

"Hey baby-"

"Haru, I killed someone."

There was a moment of silence before you heard him chuckle.

"Well, whoever you killed probably deserved it; in any case, I miss you."

You figured he thought you were joking.

This isn't the right time.

"I'm serious! It just happened so fast. I was driven by rage because he was being too much and the next thing I know he was lying on the ground, lifeless. Sanzu, please. I don't know what to do. My mother, she needs help too but-"

Tears welled up in your eyes.

"Please, 'ust come here...need you so bad,"

You broke down.

You waited for Sanzu to say something.

"I'll be there in 5."

The call dropped.

After 5 minutes, you heard a knock on the backdoor of the house. You went to see who it was, and when you saw Sanzu's face, your face relaxed into a relieved expression before lunging at him for comfort. Sanzu sighed and reached up to stroke your hair as you buried your face in his chest, sobbing. He then drew you both outside, where the freezing cold air met your body. Many footsteps were heard from beside you two as they entered the house.

Your brows furrowed as you looked up and saw men entering your home, and you looked to your lover for an answer.

Sanzu only smiled as he stripped away his suit to put on you. He then drew you close by the waist and kissed your brow before muttering,

"We'll leave it to them. You must be exhausted, let's go back to my place and get you some rest," he said.

You nodded as your exhaustion overtook you as soon as Sanzu pointed it out, and all you could do was lean on him, to which Sanzu responded by holding you to keep you stable before leading both of you to his car.

When he came to a stoplight while both of you were inside the car, him driving and you sleeping in the passenger seat with his suit serving as your blanket to keep you warm, he smirked menacingly.

"Oh, darling, I was going to get rid of your abusive father myself, but you beat me to it," he said, crazed but hushed.

He unlocked his phone, opened an app, and began watching a video. He chuckled as he watched the video.

"Fuck, baby, I didn't know you had it in you to kill him in such a brutal way."

After the stoplight turned green, he sighed dreamily at the phone and put it away.

He giggled.

"Your way of killing him reminds me so much of myself... this is why we're soulmates."

Sanzu said as he glanced at you.

"I'm excited to see this side of you again, and hope to be with you while you kill~" he sang.

Haitani Ran

When you saw the contents of your book tote, your lips formed a thin line. There was a lot of garbage inside. Gum wrappers, leaves, pebbles, an empty bottle, and crumpled papers are among the items found. You picked one of the crumple papers inside, opened it, and read it.

"You suck!" "Brown-nose!" "Just die already." "Fat bitch."

You sighed again, crumpling the paper and tossing it behind you. You took the garbages out of your bag one by one.

You cleaned your bag in a calm manner until you heard waves of laughter approaching from behind you. The laughter came from people you recognize, your classmates who pick on you.

You could feel them standing behind you. You noticed one of them looking at your bag.

"What happened to your bag?" your classmate questioned, his obvious fake interest easily discernible. You know he's the one who stuffed all this garbage into your bag.

You rolled your eyes and continued cleaning while sarcastically saying, "Obviously, it's trashed."

You could hear scoffs of laughter from behind you, and one of them mocked you by repeating what you said in a "hushed" and pretentious tone.

Your classmate who had earlier peered at you backed up but kept a close distance.

"You know what I think, you guys? Maybe the people who put the trash inside her bag thought it was a trash bin or something, but I can't blame them for making a mistake because that's obviously a fake and cheap knockoff of the real luxurious bag," he said.

The group laughed and agreed with him.

You turned to them, a look of annoyance on your face.

"What do you know about luxurious bags, Lance? You don't know jack shit, that's what. You can't even tell what's a real luxury branded bag because you've never had or held one," you retorted.

Lance frowned.

"That's what you think. Nobody cares what you think, you fat bitch. I know that shit is fake because you can't even afford a decent outfit, and your lunch money is only enough for a cup of water in our cafeteria." Lance said, pointing a finger at you.

"First and foremost, remove your cheap-looking nails from my face. Second, whether I'm wearing branded clothes or not, I can still pull them off. Unlike you, if you wear clothes worth my bag, you'll still look like shit. You're ugly like that."

You grabbed your book tote and dashed out the door. You could hear gasps and an enraged yell from Lance himself while doing so.

"I'll murder you! You, cunt!"

--

Fortunately, you did not run into your bullies again in school until it was time to go home.

You were walking on the sidewalk while going through your contacts to call your boyfriend. Once his name came into view, you smiled and instantly went to call him.

"Hey babe. What's up?"

Ran's sexy voice blessed your ears.

"Hi, love! I just finished school and I'm walking home right now," you informed him and continued walking, but your attention was drawn to Ran rather than your surroundings.

Ran hummed.

"I'm wearing the bag that you gifted the other day. I like that it's perfect for me to use to carry my books. Do you think they have this bag but in pink?" you asked, your eyes shifting to look to the side.

"Why don't we go to the store to find out?" Ran asked.

You giggled.

"That would be nice. I guess we'll go later then?" you asked.

"We could go right now," Ran said.

You furrowed your brows.

"Look up," Ran said.

You looked up as you drew your phone away from your face. Ran was standing in front of you, dressed comfortably, with his phone pressed against his ear.

You crossed your arms and smiled.

Ran chuckled at your action and stuffed his phone into his pocket after pressing the end call button on his phone. He approached you and patted your head when he was close enough.

You made it clear to him that you were checking him out by trailing your gaze from top to bottom.

"You look dashing," you commented.

Ran smirked.

"I gotta look good 'cuz I'm trying to impress you." Ran said.

You laughed.

"I will be impressed if you tell me how you found me," you said.

Ran walked alongside you, taking your phone to put it inside your bag, and then taking your bag to carry it. He then directed you to walk.

"Tracker. I saw your location and thought why not pick my baby up from school?" Ran said.

You looked at him with a look of complete disbelief on your face.

"A tracker??? Are you that obsessed with me?" you asked, your tone light.

Ran picked up your vibe and went along with it, "I'd kill anyone who tries to take you away from me or get in between us."

You giggled.

When you looked around, you were able to regain your focus.

"Where are we going?" you asked.

When you're with Ran, it's difficult to concentrate. When you're with him, you seem to lose focus on everything. The only thing that mattered to you was the moment you were with him; you wouldn't care if you were in a life-threatening situation; when you're with Ran, nothing matters except him and you.

"We're going to my ride. And then we'll go buy you stuff." Ran said.

Fortunately, Ran is aware of your bad habit. He sees your lovesick eyes and knows you can lose consciousness of what's going on when you're together. And he's perfectly fine with you being like this; it gives his ego a boost knowing you rely on him to help you catch up, to keep you in check, and that he has the power to detach you from reality simply by being with him.

You hummed.

Ran and you both stopped walking. "I need you to wait for me here while I turn the car around; I won't be long," he said to you.

You simply nodded. Ran kissed you before running the other way to get his car.

You smiled as you recalled your time with him.

I'm so in love with him.

Just when you thought everything was perfect, you noticed Lance approaching you, and your smile faded.

God, can this annoying little shit just disappear?

You thought. A sour expression on your face.

You noticed he wasn't accompanied by any of his lackeys.

"What do you want now?" you asked.

Lance had a dark look on his face.

"I want you dead right now for humiliating me back there earlier with my friends," Lance said.

"Oh, you mean your little twinks? You call those weirdos your friends? That's sad, really."

You faked a sad expression by frowning at him.

Lance only scoffed a smirk. You noticed he had something behind his back.

"What's that you're hiding? Your non-existent confidence?" you said.

"Fuck, you really annoying. It's good that I won't regret what I am about to do to you," Lance said.

"What-"

Everything happened in a flash. Lance took the bat he was hiding behind his back and swung it at you. Fortunately, you escaped just in time. But Lance didn't stop there; he swung at you again, this time with more force.

You could see his eyes as he charged at you. Eyes that are filled with hatred and clearly state that he intends to kill you. And with that, you prepared for his next attack. You anticipate his next move, which is to swing his bat at you. You grabbed his bat and kicked his balls just as it was about to hit your face.

You picked up his bat and swung it at him as he stumbled back, clutching his crotch. The bat struck his head, and he fell to the ground.

In an attempt to catch oxygen, your chest heaved up and down. You approached Lance's body to check on him. When you hit him, you used just enough force to knock him out. You intended to inform the police or the school about his attempted murder of you in order to have him expelled and finally leave you alone, but...

Wait...

What the fuck? He looks dead!

Blood was oozing from the back of his head, and his eyes weren't closed; they were wide open and lifeless. You were going to take his pulse.

"Don't touch the corpse," Ran warned you from behind.

As your body turned to Ran, you dropped the bat you were holding.

"R-ran is he...? Is he- dead?" you stumbled on your words.

Ran walked closer to you, his gaze fixed on the body in front of him. His gaze then shifted to the bat next to you.

"He is. The nail pierced his skull," Ran confirmed.

Your eyes knitted together.

"Nail? What nail?" your eyes were drawn to the bat beside you, where you noticed a nail hammered into the bat.

Your hand flew to your mouth in shock.

"Wait, I didn't mean to! I just wanted to knock him out because he was going to kill me!" you exclaimed.

Ran's arms snaked around your waist.

"Shh, I saw what happened, baby. Well, not everything. We'll talk about it later. First, I need you to get in the car while I make a few calls," Ran said.

You did as you were told.

--

From the passenger seat, you noticed a black car pulling up next to Ran and three men getting out. Ran said something to them that you couldn't understand, but then you noticed the man he was talking with bowed as Ran turned to walk towards you. Ran sat in the driver's seat and turned on the engine. He sped away from the crime scene.

When you were a long distance away from the crime scene, Ran swerved to the side of the road and came to a complete stop before smiling at you.

"C'mere," Ran said, motioning you to sit on his lap.

You crawled on his lap and sat, facing him.

Ran raised his head and placed his thumb on your chin, his other hand on your ass.

"You were so hot killing him. Now tell me all about it. How'd you feel? Who was he?" Ran asked.

Before you could answer Ran continued.

"I've got to get you a baton; I think we'd look good swinging that shit and killing people together, yeah?"

---