#who knew gangsters weren't great friends

[sapphicvalentines]

☆Baby,the stars shine bright☆ pt4

pt1 , pt2 , pt3

inspired by the 'kamikaze girls',♡ always had unconditional love for lolita fashion and nothing else but when she met ellie,an auburn haired girl whos part of a gang with a dad's fashion sense ,her love for clothes begins to compete with her growing feelings for ellie

strangers to friends to lovers,love-hate friendship,ellie is into reader♡ but reader♡ shows no interest (in the beginning),opposite aesthetics,early 2000s

wlw,fluff

wc:5k

warnings: none except violence

On a rainy Friday night, when a storm was raging, you were more worried about your father than yourself, even as the whole house shook violently.

He finally came back home, soaked clothes clinging to him, and bruises marking his face.

You felt relieved that he still had all four fingers, after his gang had taken one for letting an enemy escape.

As tears streamed down his face, you quickly wiped them away as he sat before you.

It was clear to you, even then, that you would never choose the same path as your father.

"I'm not interested" you responded to ellie standing in front of you.

The way you beat up the man who stole your purse surprised Ellie, but the fact that you stood up for yourself and didn't ask her to make him pay got her even more interested. It felt like a waste not to have you in Dina's gang, but she still respected your decision; she knew she couldn't force you into criminality.

Also, who the hell would fight in a frilly dress?

Ellie understood that you had your own reasons (she thought you couldn't bear wearing anything other than Lolita dresses).

You couldnt perfectly hear the low whispers from Ellie's friends, but you guessed they wondered why Ellie was asking you to join the gang.

Ellie turned to them and introduced you, saying, "she sells really cool stuff,i got a new jacket for Himeko."

The gangsters shot you a more appreciative glance before talking with Ellie. She explained the whole thing about your stolen purse to them while you were just standing there like this 🧍‍♀️.

After a while, Ellie turned her attention back to you, telling you she has to go do what she usually does while out with her gang.

The girls' motorcycles roared once again, with Ellie sitting behind one of her friends since she had left hers at home. They respectfully said 'goodbye' and left, disappearing into the dust.

Suddenly, you felt self-conscious about the idea of Ellie finding out you had sold her fake brand clothes. If she ever told her whole gang, they would certainly not spare you any trouble and might even do worse than chopping off your fingers...

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The next day, you were met with peace, but you also had mixed feelings.

You hadn't seen Ellie all day, but out of sight didn't mean out of mind.

Every time you'd do anything, it felt like you were trying to distract yourself from thinking of her.

You kept thinking about how she was willing to help you catch the thief and find your purse, how she tried to lift your spirits up no matter how tired you were, and how proud and impressed she was when you made the thief pay.

It was cloudy that day, but her smile was outshining the sun.

The 200 bucks she helped you get weren't used to buy a new purse; you looked at it and put it in your wallet. Instead of saving up, you thought about giving it to Ellie as a sign of gratitude.

After all, you would probably still be waiting for the police to find your purse if Ellie hadn't been here for you.

Ellie also gave you her phone number,

'just in case you need my help.'

You saved it in your contacts; in fact, she was the only person you've ever had in there.

As you were thinking about texting her, you were also contemplating your emotions.

Bitter, but also sweet; you've never felt lonely before meeting Ellie.

Perhaps it was because you spent such a great time with her that you finally acknowledged a hole you didn't even know was there in the first place.

A hole that was created when you made the mistake of getting attached to people who weren't worthy of your love.

You only realize it now that she's gone, that it actually felt pleasant being around her.

You closed your glittering flip phone, making a 'clap' sound as you sighed. You were comfortable being alone but uncomfortable feeling lonely.

"she's probably having fun with her friends," you thought. So instead of texting her, you tried to distance yourself.

And it started with getting rid of your thoughts about her. So you cleaned your room, baked with your grandma, had tea time, listened to classical music as you sewed a brand new headband, and tried on different outfits for the next time you go out. However, you were spending more time trying to distract yourself than actually enjoying yourself.

You fell into a restless sleep after this long, tiring day, still with the feeling you failed to make go away.

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One, then two, then three rocks were thrown at your window. You were already awake, lying on your bed, but too lazy to start changing.

Or just start this day, in general.

Then another rock hit your window. The rocks were too small to break the glass, but you still wondered why this person kept persisting at getting your attention.

Although you already had your own idea of who that person was.

After slipping out of the covers, you walked towards your windows and opened them, pushing out the curtains, letting the morning sun enter your bedroom.

You weren't surprised to see her once again.

Ellie looked up at you with a faint smile and waved at you without saying a word.

You had no idea why she showed up in front of your house, but the reason was probably not as important as buying your fake luxury clothes.

After a moment of silence, you started to close the windows, making the auburn-haired girl scream to stop.

That was not so discreet of her.

"i'm just going to change, I'll be right back," you reassured her before closing the windows and putting on the curtains.

About 15 minutes passed by before you showed up in front of Ellie. You didn't wear something extravagant, unlike other days, just a simple baby pink and white dress matching with your old-school lolita bonnet.

To Ellie, you took a lot of time to dress up just to put on a simple outfit. "you know, that's kinda rude", Ellie referred to you closing the windows when you saw her.

"I was going to sleep in, but you interrupted me".You didn't only close them for changing, but mostly to annoy her. Her reactions were so funny.

"sleeping that much is bad for your health though",Ellie replied, looking at your face. You looked like you had enough beauty sleep, unlike her and her eye bags.

On the other hand, you didn't mind her eye bags; they looked cute. But the cute freckles adorning her face were adorable.

"what do you know about health? you smoke", you retorted. It was enough to make her face instantly turn as red as a tomato. She was thinking of a violent comeback but couldn't reply. "anyways, why didn't you just knock at the front door like a decent human?"

"your grandma's there"ellie pointed at your front door where your grandma was. You suddenly remembered when your grandma was trying to tear her ear off; it was hilarious now that you think about it.

"oh yeah, I forgot, she's guarding the house from people like you",you said, holding back your laugh. But Ellie wasn't pleased by the slight insult/teasing. You didn't forget when she revealed she stalked your dad though.

"hey, who gives you money? you better watch your mouth," Ellie said, half-jokingly, but you still enjoyed teasing her; it was like a guilty pleasure.

You wanted to ask her why she hadn't come to see you at all yesterday, but Ellie suddenly grabbed your arm, remembering why she came here in the first place. "come with me, I wanna show you something."

Her touch was as warm as the weather. You couldn't explain why, but it brought you a feeling of comfort, knowing that today was going to be as pleasant as a few days ago, or maybe even better.

However, you still felt reluctant.

What's with the excited look on her face?

Ellie didn't directly voice her intentions and it didn't convince you to follow her. "what is it?"

The fact that you spent a whole day with her, even if the reason was looking for your purse, was enough for Ellie to consider you as a friend.

Ellie wanted to keep it a surprise, but she also knew you wouldn't go with her if she told you what she had in mind. "do you trust me?"she asked.

She looked deep into your eyes with a faint smile, she couldnt convince you , so she tried persuasion.

"absolutely not",you replied honestly. The last time she told you to trust her was before the spicy food contest, and this girl couldn't eat spicy noodles to save her life!

The truth was that she just wanted to help. If lying about the most random things could get you to do fun things with her, she would certainly do it.

And that's exactly how she managed to get you behind her on her black bosozoku. You were gripping the sides of her motorcycle for dear life, not having any seatbelt on.

Ellie pushed the key, turning on her motorcycle, before looking at you to make sure you felt safe.

You caught her smirk before she turned her head back to look at the road; the gangster could tell you've never been on a motorcycle before.

"gimme your hands," Ellie said.

You did as Ellie said, and she placed your arms around her waist. You didn't mind being this close to her since it was for your safety, especially when she smelled so good.

You felt safer holding Ellie like this than wearing helmets and protection from head to toe.

But that quickly changed as soon as she drove off, speeding as if she owned the road.

Many drivers honked, surprised by how fast and how close Ellie was approaching them. You could swear you would have died right there if she wasn't used to doing this.

It was almost miraculous that both of you arrived safe and sound in Shibuya, but not without feeling so dizzy that you couldn't walk straight.

"c'mon, was I really that bad?" Ellie complained at your reaction. She forgot it was your first time on a motorcycle as she was driving; she was purely guided by adrenaline and kind of felt bad about it.

"are you expecting me to praise you after driving like this?" You left home without eating breakfast, and Ellie promised you'd eat once you guys arrived in Shibuya. However, you were too nauseous to put anything in your mouth. You wondered if it wasnt part of her plan

The worst part is Ellie wasn't even drunk,she was driving like this sober !

As she was driving, you forced yourself not to blink, too scared that you would see your life flash by at any moment.

"you're such a drama queen. also, I like physical touch over praises if that helps," the auburn-haired girl chuckled. She saw how nauseous you felt and decided to get you straight to the place she had in mind, skipping breakfast.

"shut up"you retorted but you didnt let this information unregistered in your head.

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Entering this luxurious building felt like stepping into a hidden world. You felt excited, but it also felt wrong.

Everyone gathered around everything. Younger adults were drawn towards slot machines, whereas older people gathered around tables playing games you knew your dad had played before.

You immediately recognized you had entered a casino when you saw the elders playing roulette.

It was during this game that your dad met his ex-gang for the very first time, managing to befriend the members despite losing all his money to them.

That must be a gangster thing because Ellie was literally the one dragging you here. You had passed in front of the building multiple times but never entered it due to lack of interest.

Ellie walked towards the back of the room, holding your hand to make sure you wouldn't run away.

You felt eyes on you as Ellie continued towards a colorful door at the back of the room, its colors contrasting with the white-beige walls of the room but blending perfectly with the one she led you into.

The pink and yellow machines immediately caught your eye.

Ellie knew what she was doing.

Upbeat music played, setting the atmosphere, and unlike the other room, these games attracted both elders and younger people.

"what game is that?" You turned to Ellie, who was already taking a seat. There was no way you could refuse playing pachinko after she had won you 200 bucks last time.

"just another way for us to make money,who knows...we might even get rich by the end of the day." Ellie had played pachinko multiple times before bringing you here for the first time. Luck wasn't something she believed in, but she had learned tricks that often made her win—maybe not every time, but more than everyone in the room combined.

It was also the occasion to see you and make up for her absence yesterday since she was busy kicking ass with her friends.

But mostly, she wanted to show off after losing the spicy eating contest to you. She still hadn't recovered after this, being the bad loser she is...

"sometimes your confidence is kinda tricky," you replied, looking at her hands taking out shiny balls from her pockets.

This girl never carried a bag, so she had the most random things hidden in her pockets.

"just sometimes, not every time" Ellie took your hand, giving you a handful of pachinko balls without giving you the choice but to play with her.

It's not like you would say 'no' after making all this way here, and especially after she helped you find your precious purse.

Her finger softly grazed next to the silver bow ring adorning your middle finger.

"did you know that you can make jewelry out of pachinko balls?" Ellie asked as she pulled a lever, launching the balls in the machine. Colorful arrows of lights flickered on the Pac-Man backboard as upbeat music started to play.

"really?" You mimicked Ellie's action with your Dragon Ball Z-themed machine. You weren't particularly into shonen anime, but the other machine to Ellie's right was already taken by a young guy.

Ellie elaborated as she adjusted the pressure on the lever, launching the shiny balls in the machine, trying to get them into the winning pocket. "you can drill small holes into the balls to string them together for necklaces or bracelets. I've seen some girls adding beads and charms, it's kinda cute."

Your eyes followed the balls bouncing off pins and obstacles as you pressed the button, trying to control their trajectory. Too focused on the machine in front of you, you nodded in response to her random facts.

Ellie then closed her mouth, fully dedicating her attention to putting the small balls in the winning pocket. The balls kept launching in the machine as she applied pressure on the lever, but not a single one would hit the jackpot. She considered this as a warm-up, hoping she would quickly get the hang of it.

On the other hand, despite having absolutely no experience in playing pachinko or gambling games, you were doing perfectly, having each single ball thrown straight into the winning pocket as if you'd been playing for years.

It was not strategy nor how many times you were pressing the button that would make you win; there was simply no other explanation than luck. You never went outside without putting on your favorite silver ring, convinced that it would bring you luck. And here you were, getting more balls in the tray ready to be exchanged for money.

Ellie looked at your machine, purely intrigued. She thought she was going to impress you and not the other way around.

Not a single ball missed the winning pocket!

"hey, did you know why the pachinko ball went to school?" Ellie went back to playing but not without trying to distract you.

"I have no idea." You knew what Ellie was doing; you were starting to know her a little better. Her stupid jokes weren't something that would easily distract you; in fact, you kept accumulating new balls in your tray.

"because it wanted to be a little brighter." She was the only one laughing, but she managed to make you smile, which satisfied her.

She was convinced she could make you laugh out loud soon.

"trying to distract me won't make you win." You would occasionally glance at her, desperately trying to get at least one ball in the winning pocket, noticing how her confidence disappeared instantly from the minute she started to pull the lever.

You almost pitied her. (you kept playing anyway.)

Ellie thought there was no other explanation than a machine problem; maybe she picked a defective machine that would only make her lose.

After a few minutes, you noticed Ellie wasn't beside you anymore; the seat on your right was empty, and instead of her, you caught the envious gaze of a guy looking younger than you.

The sound of people whispering behind you, along with balls aggressively flipping at every corner of the machine, made you turn around; Ellie was behind you on another machine.

Luckily winning, she'd get new shiny balls in her tray after 30 minutes of playing, already imagining how full of cash her pockets were going to be.

However, if money could bring luck, it could also do the opposite; you were too focused on your game to notice how much attention it gathered.

"It's her, right over there with the child's clothes," the door in the back of the room opened before loudly being slammed. Two men in suits walked straight towards you.

Ellie noticed them and stood up before they could try anything.

"she's cheating, sir! I saw her with my own eyes!" It was the same guy looking at you with pure envy from earlier, now talking. You didn't even notice him leaving. You wondered how he was going to prove it.

"miss, stand up and step aside," the taller guy ordered, not even considering the younger guy lying.

"how is winning cheating? this dude is just mad that I have good luck," you defended yourself, but you could tell the taller guy didn't want to hear anything from a woman like you, even if you were telling the truth.

You desperately wanted to keep your jackpot, so you had no choice but to do as he told you, hoping this misunderstanding would quickly end.

Suddenly, you felt a hand forcefully pushing you towards the two men. The three of you fell to the floor like bowling pins, with the two men's heads bumping into each other as yours was cushioned by the tall guy's abdomen.

You didn't even want to apologize when the younger dude yelled at you for trying to kill them, claiming it was an attempt to get away with your 'cheating'

You sighed at how chaotic the situation had turned in just a split second and noticed Ellie behind you.

The two men slowly stood up, and the taller guy pushed you away before he went to check the pachinko machine.

There was no proof that you were cheating, and the look of envy on the guy's face was now mixed with jealousy.

He added another lie, determined to make you lose your jackpot. "aren't minors forbidden in this place, sir?"

His tone was so cocky; you were more trying to control yourself from punching him in the face than keep explaining yourself.

"shut the fuck up. I bet your pubic hair is still growing for the first time," Ellie walked towards him as she cracked her fingers, her patience quickly wearing thin.

The guy stepped back anxiously as he recognized the golden signature on Ellie's jacket.

You've never seen anyone get in such a state just by looking at someone's jacket, but this also explained why everyone would give Ellie a 3-meter of private space in public.

"excuse me? watch your mouth, otherwise not only her, but also you will be expelled," he wasn't even denying what Ellie had said.

The tall man looked you up and down, wondering how the guards even let you enter the casino. You and Ellie didn't even see anyone controlling people at the entrance.

Ellie's gaze shifted from the young guy's face to the tall man's, coming up with a quick lie too, even though both of you were legal. "no, seriously, she's uh... she's my mother. she's just dressed in child's clothes."

Both of the guys looked at each other before looking at you, searching for any sign of old age.

"Yeah, I brought my daughter here so we could get money and get a lawyer for divorce." Your brain worked faster than you'd think. You glanced at Ellie before looking at them, hoping to make this lie sound like truth to the stupid men.

Unfortunately, their level of stupidity was so high that they would only believe men lying, but never women, regardless of whether they'd lie or tell the truth.

Because you had tried both,but it didn't stop both you and Ellie from being expelled from the casino, thrown outside of the building like useless trash.

You brushed the dust off your dress as you stood up with Ellie. "I hate men," you complained as you looked at the front of the building.

The reason both of you got kicked out wasn't because of your age, but because Ellie violently headbutted the two men who were going to call the police on them.

You didn't blame her though; you got kicked out without your jackpot, but she did what you restrained yourself from doing.

Ellie looked at you, making sure you weren't hurt or anything. "same, they didn't have to throw us out like that", her voice dripping with annoyance as she looked back at the building.

Although you were safe, with no police to track you down and no men trying to threaten you, you still felt bad and for losing the jackpot you won.

But you stopped worrying once you recognized the shiny balls Ellie was taking out of her pockets. "no need to be grumpy now,i got these just in time" Ellie said proudly as she handed them out to you. Ellie was usually chill and carefree, but in serious situations, her brain would always work faster than she'd think. That's how she got the quick reflex to push you to the two douchebags so she could put your pachinko balls in her pocket.

There was no way you were going to get in trouble AND lose what belonged to you.

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Impatiently, both of you went to exchange the pachinko balls for money secretly. It wasn't your first time doing something illegal for your own interest; in fact, it was starting to become a habit.

Ellie counted up all the money while you stood next to her, ensuring there was no one watching around, but your eyes would always turn back to Ellie with a focused look on her face.

You couldn't see her beautiful freckles because the roofs of the houses were blocking the sun, casting their shadows on the ground.

The darkness reflected the mystery of Ellie's mind to you.

You wondered what her childhood was like, why she liked darker colors, how she always appeared tough and fearless. You wondered if she ever showed her vulnerable side to her gang members.

But mostly, you wondered why she kept helping you. Was there a deeper meaning behind her smile, a message conveyed through the way she looked at you, and why was she desperate to hear you laugh at her jokes?

Ellie wasn't an attention seeker, but she loved it when you would give yours to her.

The way you stood up for yourself and kicked the ass of the asshole who stole your purse that day was undeniably attractive.

Ellie was still thinking about it; she also imagined how it would be if you joined her gang. The day after that, although she hadn't seen you all day, it didn't mean that you didn't leave her mind.

You realized you hit the big jackpot when Ellie gave you the amount of money your luck was worth; those 500 bucks were easy money for you.

Ellie had a bit less money than you, but when you handed her half of what you had, she refused respectfully.

"we said we'd split up," you insisted. You still had the 200 bucks she got you doubled up in your purse. They were the first thing you grabbed before she drove you to the casino. You never had the occasion to properly thank her for helping you find your purse until now.

Ellie looked at you. She knew your intention but still refused, though she appreciated the act. "you won this because you're a good player. It's yours," her tone softer than usual.

So you softened yours too. "at least take it as a gift." You took her hand, but she closed it before you could give her anything.

You knew Ellie preferred actions over words, so why wasn't she accepting the money?

"I swear I'm going to shove it in your mouth if you keep refusing my act of gratefulness."

Ellie just laughed at how quickly your tone changed, insisting for her to take the money you offered her. She liked how fast you started to understand her.

"Wow, so kind of you, but-"Ellie replied sarcastically, but suddenly her phone rang, interrupting your moment.

Slipping the money into her pockets was far from discreet, so you decided to wait.

You weren't listening, just hearing.

You assumed the deep raspy voice talking to Ellie was Joel. He was telling her to come back home soon since the sun was going to start setting, which she agreed to. She couldn't say 'no' after he said he made pizza.

Ellie talked to Joel as she kept eye contact with you, making the call quick.

"' 'mkay, see ya," she closed her flip phone, making a 'clap' sound before fully focusing her attention back to you.

"kiddo..." you muttered. The way Ellie and Joel conversed told you a lot about their relationship. Joel had a caring yet friendly tone, while Ellie would give short and direct responses. Something felt off between these two, but what caught your attention the most was the nickname Joel would call Ellie. "he calls you kiddo, how cute."

Ellie put her phone back in her pocket, giving you an unappreciative side eye. "don't call me that."

"I was just saying that the way he calls you kiddo's cute." You noticed how embarrassed Ellie got; it showed all over her face with how fast she blushed.

Ellie sighed. She regretted not lowering the volume of her phone during her call; she knew you would tease her about it. "yeah, but he's the only one allowed to call me that."

"but I wasnt calling you kiddo."

"say that one more time and I'll kill you." Ellie shot you a glare as she playfully threatened you. You forgot this side of her for a moment. It wasn't the weed making her chill and goofy whenever she's around you; it was just the way she was with you.

You smiled playfully before leaning your face toward her,you knew perfectly how to annoy her "kiddo"

You ran as fast as you could away from her, with her chasing you.

The wind was blowing against you, making your hair fly as you ran.

Ellie was catching up to you, but before she could grab you ,you stumbled and slipped headfirst on the floor !

Too embarrassed, you stayed on the floor when you heard Ellie exploding into laughter as if she had been holding her laughter in for centuries.

"you don't even wear platforms, how the fuck did you slip like that?" Ellie walked closer to you still refusing to budge. You wanted her to feel guilty

Ellie noticed the lack of response and instantly got worried, already imagining the worst scenarios. She crouched down, gently moving your hair out of your face. "hey ♡, are you ok?" Her voice was caring and gentler compared to earlier.

If she only talks to you like this when worried, you'd stumble on the ground more often.

#Spotify #ellie fluff #ellie tlou #ellie williams #ellie x fem reader #mini series #tlou #ellie x reader #wlw

[moodays]

The hints of hidden trauma shared by Gu are so tender and vulnerable. Encouraging someone to get therapy and wanting to relieve their suffering at all costs are two warring sides in a classic depiction of living closely to a loved one with severe mental illness and suicidal tendencies. And once the decision is made by the party to leave this world, the amount of guilt left behind is so debilitating, even without a gang of thugs hunting you down. Makes you wanna just sit next to him, share a drink of soju, and stare at the stars with him. Pat his back and say it's not your fault.

#ep 9 #this broke open the dam and revealed so much about him #and its heartbreaking #as someone who's lived it #just wanna give him a hug #he needs a better support network #who knew gangsters weren't great friends #anyways #didn't know i could love this show any more than i did #but here we are #my liberation diary #my liberation notes #kdrama #moodays.me #trigger warning

[yanderes-galore]

Could I get a yandere Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu scenerio with a darling who's not in the yakuza? And him trying to keep her 'safe' from his life style

Yeah!

This is an AU where he pursues being a Yakuza/Gangster

He is also aged up!

Business

Pairing: Romantic

Yandere! Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu Scenario

Summary: Being high school sweethearts, you two had a decent relationship. Too bad adulthood had to ruin it.

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Yandere behavior such as a forced relationship, implied kidnapping, implied stalking.

You're never near him and it hurts him. Yet, he keeps telling himself that this is for the best. You need not get involved with his work. Only some guards for your protection are sent, maybe even that's too much.

He knows with his line of work he needs to cut you out to keep you safe. Yet your kindness that he fell for kept plaguing him and prevented him from letting you go. Everyone was afraid of him and his family, especially in high school, but you treated him the same as you did any other.

During high school you, him, and Peko were great friends. You and him even started dating, becoming high school sweethearts. Sadly all good things come to an end.

You never really 'broke up', traditionally, anyways. You had to go your seperate ways, his life becoming too dangerous for you to stay close. He wanted the time with you to last longer.

No matter how much he told himself to let you go, he felt deep down he couldn't. The seperation between you two was silent, you both were expecting to keep contact but never did.

The guards he sent watched you from the shadows, reporting back to him to let him know you were safe. He sometimes asks small questions like how were you doing while he's gone or if you were close with anyone. He shouldn't care if you moved on, but he still felt a connection.

One of his guards asks a question.

"Why are you so fixated on this girl?"

He answers honestly.

"I used to know her in highschool, we were close. Although she's safer without me, I worry."

Another guard brings up an interesting solution.

"You're powerful enough to be plentiful in money, right boss? Why not make somewhere for her to stay. That way she'll be safe."

Fuyuhiko goes silent. The offer is tempting, but it does go against his original plans. Maybe he wasn't thinking of the right thing.

Keeping you away from him would increase your danger, no? People would find out about his past and track you down. If he created a home for you to live that he could watch over, maybe you'd be safer...

..

.

"I'm sorry to have to do this...." He finds himself muttering as he looks at your scared form. The room was big and spacious, filled with things you loved. Of course, you didn't look happy.

He knew damn well you weren't happy but he couldn't let himself go soft. He was the top dog of his family name, he needed to do things like this to keep you safe.

A deep sigh leaves his lips as he feels his emotions get out of control. He mutters an apology as he walks away. The door is locked and you're sealed in, cameras studying you and making your skin crawl.

It wasn't the right thing to do, but maybe you'll be safe now.

Those words he said to himself did little to comfort him as he got back to work.

Sorry for it not being that long, it's hot and that's frying my brain....

#yandere danganronpa #yandere danganronpa 2 #yandere fuyuhiko #danganronpa fuyuhiko

[darkfairy-tales]

Insanity - Chapter 3

Description: She was an angel who came across the devil himself and her existence drove him insane.

Pairing: Sangyeon x Reader

Genre: Mafia au

Warning: Mentions of blood. Swearing

The next day you had been on edge since the moment you woke up. You couldn't help but feel nervous about the party Sangyeon had mentioned. You couldn't help but keep thinking of Sangyeon too. He was a mystery. You couldn't figure him out. But he was an interesting person to you. Earlier he had texted you reminding you about the party to which you had replied that you remember it and that you don't have short term memory lost or things like that. You knew that you were being snappy but you didn't really care. An hour and a half before it turned 7 pm you had went to take a bath willing yourself to relax. You got out and slowly started to get ready taking your time. You settled for a light make up. Giving yourself a natural look. You let your hair down. The dress Sangyeon had gotten for you looked wonderful on you. It was the right fit which sort of surprised you. You wore the earring and necklace which went well with the dress. When you done giving yourself a final touch it was almost 7 pm already. You put your heels on and walked out of the house locking the door behind you.

Just on time a large expensive car pulls up in front of your house. The driver gets off and opens the door. You saw Sangyeon who had a smirk on, waving at you lightly. You huffed as you walked towards the car and got inside. The driver closing the door and then getting back to the driver seat as he starts the engine and drove towards where you assumed the party venue was. "You look beautiful princess." Sangyeon says. You glanced at him. He was wearing a beautiful suit which looked expensive and you think of how it must have costed a fortune. He looked hot if you were honest. Dangerous but tempting. He looked like a predator and unfortunately or fortunatelyyou felt like a prey under his gaze. You didn't really minded for some reason. "Thanks. You look great too." You mumbled as you looked away hiding your blush. The whole time on the way Sangyeon had his eyes trained on you and then looking away when you looked towards him. It didn't made you uncomfortable per say but you felt a little bit of nervousness in the pit of your stomach. Your let out the breath you didn't knew you were holding when the car stopped in front of a large hotel. You got out of the car along with Sangyeon. He takes your hand in his as he leads you inside the hotel. "Good evening Mr.Lee. Good evening ma'am." Some of the staffs greeted when you too walked in. Sangyeon nodded back at them. You did the same with a smile. You could see some of the female staffs glaring at you making you shift uncomfortably beside Sangyeon. "Good evening sir. I have been told to lead you to the hall. Please do follow me." A male staff said. "Lead the way then." Sangyeon said as both of you followed the staff.

He led you to the hall. You could hear the chatters and slow music playing in the party clearer and clearer as you got closer. "Here you go sir, ma'am. Enjoy the party." The staff said. The two guards guarding the door opened the door wide. It was as if all the spotlight fell on you and Sangyeon as everyone inside the hall turned back to look at you and Sangyeon. Some whispered to each other looking at you while some looked too surprised to say anything. "Let's go in princess." Sangyeon softly says to you as he leads you inside. Your arms hooked around his. "Smile. You look beautiful. Don't look too nervous. It will make you stand out more." Sangyeon says. You try to look relaxed as much as you can and give the people staring at you a smile. A middle aged man comes up to both of you grinning. "Oh hello Mr.Lee. I almost thought you were not coming but I see you did and also brought a beautiful date with you." The man says. Sangyeon gives the man a smile, which in your opinion was fake. "Well I had nothing much to do Mr.Chou. So I thought why not." Sangyeon said. "I see. So who is this beautiful woman?" The man asked looking at you up and down. You coughed a bit as the sudden attention. "I am Y/N. Nice to meet you." You said bowing a bit. "Such a lovely name. It is really nice meeting you." Mr.Chou says with a smile. "Anyway enjoy the party. I will go greet other guests." The man says as he walks away. Sangyeon leads you to the table filled with different types of food and drinks. "Stay here. Don't move. I am going to go have a talk with someone. You can eat anything here. Be wary of other people. Don't listen to anyone talking shit and most importantly don't trust and follow anyone." Sangyeon says. You just nod with a huff as he walks away.

"Jerk. Leaving me all alone in a party I have no idea about." You mumbled to yourself as you turned around the table filled with food. "What would you like to have ma'am?" A man, who seems to be a staff asked referring to the foods and drinks. "I am not sure. But I would like to drink something. Recommend me something." You said as you looked at all the drinks. "Non alcoholic or?" The man asked. "Yes non alcoholic please." You said with a smile. The man nodded as he picked up a blue drink handling it to you. "It is a mocktail called Blue Shoe. It is my personal recommendation." He said. You hummed as you took the glass and started drinking as you looked around all the people in the hall. Everyone seems to be socializing chatting with each other. You see Sangyeon chatting with some woman and you unconsciously narrow your eyes at them. "Who the hell is she?" you mumbled to yourself. "She is Im Chaerin." A voice answered for you. Surprised you turned around and saw a shorter male with blue hair. "Oh." You answered not really knowing what to answer. "I am Kim Hongjoong. Nice to meet you..." The man says trailing off. You noticed how he had such cute facial features. "Y/N. Nice to meet you too." You says as you finished off your drink. "You came with Sangyeon?" He asked. You hesitantly nodded. "Well that's a first. He doesn't really come in parties like this. More so he doesn't really bring anyone with him. You are a first. Many woman would be jealous. Especially with the fact that you are really attractive." Hongjoong says as he picks up a drink for himself.

"Are you here because you find me attractive too?" You asked raising your eyebrows. You didn't meant to sound cocky and shit but you were a bit curious. Hongjoong laughs at your questions. "I would have been attracted to you if I was single. But what can I say I am really loyal to my boyfriend." He says. "You are gay?" You asked for confirmation. "Bisexual. But I prefer man more." He says as he takes a sip of his drink. "How do you know Sangyeon?" You ask. "You can say we are kind of friends? Well we help each other in various ways. He is more closer to my boyfriend." He says. "Did you came with your boyfriend?" You asked as you put pick up another glass Blue Shoe Mocktail. "Yes. And I don't knew where the hell did he went." He huffs with an annoyed look. "I am sure he will come back looking for you." You said with a chuckle. "Oh well he better. Or else he is sleeping on the couch." He said sounding threatening making you laugh at his threat. You look back up to where Sangyeon was and you saw him walking back towards you, his eyes flickering between you and Hongjoong. "I don't know about mine. But your man surely is coming." Hongjoong says snickering. You blush at his words. "I hope I didn't took to long. And I see you have met Hongjoong." Sangyeon says. "You left your girl to talk to another girl. Y/N was glaring at you." Hongjoong says. His words making your flustered as you hit his arm blushing. "Oh is that so?" Sangyeon says, you swear you hear his cocky tone. "Shut up." You said glaring at him. "Hey baby." Another voice spoke up. You saw a man slightly taller than Hongjoong approach the said male. "Hey hwa." Hongjoong greets with a big smile. "Y/N meet him! He is my boyfriend. Park Seonghwa." He says with a bright smile. You internally cooed. They looked so good together. "Hi Seonghwa-ssi I am Y/N." You said with a little bow. "Nice to you meet you Y/N-ssi. I am guessing she is your date for tonight huh?" Seonghwa asked as he looks at Sangyeon smirking. "Yes you are right." Sangyeon answers putting his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "Does she know?" Seonghwa asked. "Yeah. She is the one who saved me after I got shot." Sangyeon says and realization dawns on you. "You guys are also gangsters or so?" You asked turing to Seonghwa and Hongjoong. They both nodded smiling sheepishly. You look at them in awe. 'Was all gangsters this handsome and pretty?' You thought to yourself.

"Anyway me and Hongjoong here will head out. We have to return soon. You know how Wooyoung is. Can't leave him alone for long. He might burn down my house or shit." Seonghwa says. "Sangyeon hyung do give Y/N my number. I would love to be friends with her." Hongjoong said making Sangyeon nod and after saying their farewell they went away. "They are cool." You mumbled. "Do you want to go back?" Sangyeon asked. "Yep I would love to. I am hungry. But I don't want to eat here." You said as you looked around at all the people feeling out of place and uncomfortable. After all you weren't used to attending such big parties. "Come on then." Sangyeon says as he pulls you away out of the hall. You followed him without any words. Both of you got inside the lift and he pressed on the 5th floor. "Why are we going on the fifth floor?" You asked curious. "This hotel has a large restaurant in the 5th floor. Their food is amazing." Sangyeon shortly says. When you arrived on the fifth floor he leads to where the restaurant was. In the front you can see a large glass door. The staff standing beside the door opens it for both of you with a friendly smile. He walks towards the reception. "Table for two please." Sangyeon says. The staff scarmbles off to guide you two to a table. You two ordered for your food and ate it quietly but you decided to break the silence. "So was the party.. a gang party? or whatever you call it?" You asked. He looks at you amused. "Nope. Some gang leaders has legal business. We use these business to hide our illegal works. And the party was a business related. Not gang one." He answers. "Is Seonghwa the leader of a gang too?" You asked now curious about lots of things.

"No. Hongjoong is the actual leader. But you can say Seonghwa is too. Because well they are together and they work together as a team to get their gang going. And Seonghwa is also the one who handles their legal business." Sangyeon says. "Aren't you scared that I might go to police and tell everything about you?" You blurted out. He laughs at your words. "First of all I don't think you won't. I know that you won't. Second of all you think they can catch us?" He says confidently. "Don't be so cocky." You grumbled as you focused back on your food as he did the same. After both of you were done eating he paid for the food. Oddly it felt as if it was date but you didn't dare comment on it. Both of you got out of the hotel and went to where the car was parked. The driver opened the door for you and Sangyeon to get inside. After closing the door he got to the driver's seat and started the engine driving back to your house first. "You really do look beautiful today." Sangyeon says making you blush mumbling a small 'thank you'. You didn't dare look at him too flustered. He was making your heart beat so fast and you felt butterflies in your stomach. You stayed silent as he settled for looking at you the whole way back to your house.

The car parked at the front of your house when you finally reached. Sangyeon got out of the car and kept the door open for you. "Thanks you know. For coming with me today." Sangyeon said. He was glad that it was dark. He didn't wanted you to see the blush on his cheeks. "Thanks too. I enjoyed it." You said looking down shyly. He suddenly closes the gap between you two. His arms coming up to wrap around your waist pulling you closer to him. You look up at him, your heart beating fast, your cheeks burning as it turned red, feeling shy at how close you two were. He leaned in and placed a peck on your lips. It was fast. It ended fast and it left you frozen. "I think I would like to have you as mine." He said lowly making you shiver. He pulls away from you. Your knees weak from his words. "Go in. I am sure you would like some good rest." He says with his hands in the pockets of his pants. You nodded. "Goodnight! I will see you some time later!" You squeaked out as you literally ran inside your house. You could hear him chuckling behind you. "I will definitely see you again love. Goodnight princess." You heard him say. You quickly opened the door and went inside. With a last peek at him you shut the door closes as you leaned your back against it trying to catch your breath. 'Fuck my first kiss is gone' you internally screamed as your hand touched your own lips. That night you fell asleep, still feeling tingles on your lips where Sangyeon's lips were earlier. And you totally dreamed about the said man. You were fucked and you knew it.

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Hello guys! Sorry for not posting for so long. My assessment exam was going on so it was a bit hard to write anything. Again! Thank you so much for all these support. I really appreciate you all ❤❤❤

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[flysafepapi]

can’t fill the hole inside of you with money, drugs and cars

Part two.

Part one

Tagging: @portiaadams @glensidesghost

Another short one, sorry, I’m incapable of writing consistently for long amounts of time. But what I lack in word count I make up for in update speed.

“What am I doing here?” He keeps his back to the wall, even as he walks around the room, looking around like there’s nothing at all to be concerned about. Everything’s absolutely peachy, getting out of prison and taken right to who just might be the two most notorious gangsters in the country isn’t a huge red flag at all. “If you’re going to kill me, at least make it quick.” He’s still wearing the clothes he’d been wearing the night he’d pulled the trigger on Thompson, the ones they’d apparently kept for him when they’d made him change into the prison uniform. The guy that’d picked him up hadn’t even let him stop anywhere to change. Not that he had anything to change into, but the option would’ve been nice. “And if you’re expecting me to beg for you not to do it, you’re probably going to be waiting for a long time.”

He doesn’t really remember them, but he’s heard enough to fill in the blanks. Meyer Lansky and Charlie Luciano. Julia had told him that his father had known them, once. It’d taken a lot of asking before she told him anything about it, but he knew that she was very aware that he’d never get to know these things from his own parents, and he wasn’t above using that to his own advantage.

“We’re not gonna kill you, kid, Jesus. Lighten up a little, would you?”

“I was told I was getting released and when I walk outside, there’s a complete stranger that puts me in a car and brings me here. What else was I supposed to think?”

He watches the two of them share a look, talking without even speaking, and wonders how long they’ve been around each other if they could fit a whole conversation into a few pointed glances.

“Alright, maybe that was a bad idea. Tommy, can I call you Tommy?”

“That’s my name.”

Meyer hesitates for a second.

“Right. Tommy. We heard about what happened.”

He figured they had. There was no reason for them to wonder what had happened to him, it’s not like either of them were close friends with either of his parents. There was no lost sleep from them, not over him. He wonders if Julia still looks for him, or if she’d heard the news. If she has, she hasn’t visited or sent a letter. He pretends that doesn’t sting a little.

“So this is, what, a little meeting to congratulate me for killing Nucky? Taking out one of your rivals for you?”

Charlie’s been quiet, for the most part, but he speaks up now.

“Actually, we wanted to offer you a job.” He sounds calm, like there’s nothing strange about the fact that he’s gotten Tommy out of jail just out of the goodness of his own heart. As if there weren't dozens of other people that couldn’t have filled whatever job opening they have in mind.

Tommy doesn’t buy it for a second, but he’ll play along. For now.

“What kind of job?”

“The kind that pays. I’m guessing your prospects weren’t that great, even before the,” Charlie waves a hand, “Thompson event.”

Meyer clears his throat and taps his fingers on his knee, eyes flicking between the way Tommy tenses and Charlie’s languid sprawl across his half of the couch.

“And I suppose you’re just offering out of the goodness of your heart.”

Meyer can almost pinpoint the moment the meeting starts to take a turn for the worse, and cuts Charlie off before he can retort.

“A good business decision, that’s all.”

He can tell by the shrug that Tommy doesn’t believe him.

“Can I take a while to think about it, at least?”

“Of course. Take a few days. We’ll be waiting for your answer.” Meyer stands to show Tommy out, but he’s already halfway through the door, so he just sits back down with a sigh.

“I think that went well.”

He doesn’t even need to turn to know that Charlie’s grinning, pleased with himself.

“It could’ve gone worse,” Meyer says, still unsure of whether or not they were doing something they should. “Time will tell. What else can we do but wait?”

“He’ll be back. Trust me.”

Meyer rolls his eyes and takes the cigarette Charlie holds out to him. He doesn’t need to say that he already does. They both know.

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[isabellakate36author]

Astory I'm working on. Let me know what you think...

My name is Megan Blake. I just turned 18 and just moved to the worst place on the fucking planet, Mancelona, Michigan. If you ask me it's Creeperville with a capital C.

`It's the perfect setting for a horror movie. Great. It's the sort of place you would picture getting mugged. A small town filled with gangster wanna-be's. Graffiti covered the walls of all the old industrial buildings. With it being early January, all of the trees lining the main roads looked dead. A thick fog blanketed the ground. Mancelona isn't a big city; not even close. Its a small town with a population of just over 3,000 residents. Upon seeing the town that I was now supposed to call home, my skin broke out in goosebumps. An erie feeling washed through me as we crossed the town boarder.

My mom and I, no dad; he up and vanished when I was three, moved into one of those old rickety houses. You know,the ones that have been there for over a hundred years. The kind where the windows have been boarded over because of a lack of residency and the degenerates that roam the street. Walking in the door you could hear the door and floor boards squeak. Every step was an announcement of your presence.

Everything is coated in a thick layer of dust, it's disgusting. By the looks of it no one has lived here since the time it was built. It looks like the sort of place that someone had been murdered in. That would explain the deal that they gave my mom. I'd have to look into that later. Right now I had to get ready for school.

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School was another horror. Senior year. Second semester. No license, so i have to take the bus. Great. I have no friends. No idea who anyone is. Only 300 kids in the entire High School… and I'm the new kid. That means that everyone will know who I am by first bell. As I walk to the office to get my schedule I notice that everyone is pale white. Like they've all see a ghost. Odd, I thought.

I entered the office and, what do you know, the secretary's face is, guess what color, whiter than white.

"I'm Megan. The new kid." I introduce myself.

"I know who you are. We all do. Here's you schedule." I left the office. Great, they all knew who I was. I thought. The teachers will probably still make me stand at the front of the class an introduce myself. Stage fright anybody?

Great. There's first bell. You know what that means. Anybody who didn't know about me before definetly does now. Well here goes nothing. I look at my schedule. "Perfect," I say sarcastically to myself. "Math. I was never good with numbers."

Walking into my first class of the day, I was washed over with a dark, erie feeling of dread. I wanted to run. And it wasn't because I was nervous. I got the feeling that something strange was going on here. I was determind to find out what it was.

 

 

Chapter 1

 

When I walked into the classroom I was instandtly dissapointed. I could tell that this was a teacher that I was not going to get along with. She looked like a bird. No joke. Her nose was pointy enough to be a beak. Her voice is shrill and high pitched. Her name is Mrs. Jankins, or something like that.

All the kids act weird. I didn't even get so much as a hello or friendly smile as I entered. All of them were already in their seats and not a single one of them were socializing. I tried to interact with a few of them before I gave up altogether. They all acted as if they were afraid to talk as if they might say something they weren't supposed to. Like they're all hiding some big secret that scares them.

This one girl, Stacy, actually screamed when she was called on. I tried to ask her if she was alright and what happened at lunch, bur she said that she wasn't allowed to talk about it and walked away real fast like.

I knew that if all the kids were like this I had zero chance in the friendship aspect. And the teachers would absolutly hate me by the end of the week. I was never one for following orders or to shy away from anything, especially anything dangerous. I lived for the thrill. That would also explain why I'm always in trouble. This is the third school I've been to this year.

None of the other schools could handle me. This was supposed to be a fresh start… again. My mom figured that by sending me to a small school I would behave better. She thinks that by having less people around I won't act out as much. Yeah right.

If anything sending me to a smaller school will cause me to get into even more trouble. You know, I think that I could grow to like this place. A mystery already, and I get to cause trouble. This'll be fun.

5th period. History. Never was good at it. Never liked it enough to try. I just don't understand why we have to learn about all these dead people that I've never heard of. I mean if I haven't heard of them obviously they aren't inportant. And all the wars, what do I care? It's not like I'm going to be stupid enough to go off and bomb someone.

There was only one open seat, thank god it was in the back. This teacher didn't make me introduce myself. Bless him. Okay; so my history teacher, Mr. Hammond, is totally hot and single. So I've heard.

The boy, Andy is his name, I sit next to in history is the only kid that I've seen here that isn't that strange pale white. When i sat down he introduced himself. Turns out Mr. Hammond, Nick, is he older brother. That was how I found out that he is single. Andy was definetly friendship material. Not just because of his brother either. We talked while Mr. Hammond droned on and on about the Civil War.

Turns out Andy had next period, Chemistry, with me as well. "So how are you liking Mancelona so far?" He asked as we walked to class together.

"It's a drag, honestly. You're the only normal kid I've met so far in this school. What's up with everyone anyway?"

"Old superstition. We're not exactly supposed to talk about it, but I don't believe in that sorta thing. It's said that this town is haunted by demons and stuff like that. Dumb right?"

"And everyone actually believes that?"

"Not only that, but some say that they've even seen the demons."

"Yeah….. suuuure they have," I said sarcastivally as I rolled my eyes. We both laughed. I sat next to him at the lab table. Right as I was about to say something the teacher walked in. Everyone sat up a little straighter upon the teachers arrival. I looked curiously at Andy. "Who ordered the Warden?" I asked. Andy tried to stiffle a laugh, but a giggle escaped. The 'Warden' turned.

"And who do we have here?" She asked as she stomped her way over to me.

"Megan, Sir. Ma'am?" The class giggled a little then fell silent when the warden slammed her hand on my desk.

"You think that you're funny?"

"No, but the rest of the class seems to think so." That bought me another giggle that abruptly ended when the teacher flashed a glance around the room at the students.

"Perhaps you don't know the rules yet. I will gladly educate you on them. First, no talking. Second, no jokes. Third, no laughing. And forth, no shows of disrespect. I understand that at your other schools you created quite a bit of chaos. You will find that your kind will be even less tolerated here. So if you are as smart as you seem to think you are then you'll change your tune." She turned to return to her dek thinking that she had won.

"My kind? What exactlly does that mean? I'd hate to think that you were trying to show a new student discrimination in such a public manner. You know that wouldn't look too good for the school. After all, how can the school board keep a teacher on staff that is discriminating against students. That's just bad press. Now I'm going to give you the benifit of the doubt and guess to say that's not what you were trying to relate. Right, Warden?" Was my smart ass responce.

"Go to the office! Now!" Her face was red with rage. like the kind of red you get after an entire day at the beach with no sunscreen on. I slipped Andy a note as I gathered up my posessions. I think I found your demon. I saw him nod when I looked back.

The office was just a plain square room at the front of the school. Typical. The white paint was pealing off the walls. Underneath the white was a nausiating sea green. I walked up to the front desk.

"The warden sent me."

The receptionist looked clueless. "Who?"

"The 6th hour Chemistry teacher."

"Oh, I see. Well just sit there until class is over." I sat down in the chair she indicated to. This was going to be a long afternoon. By the time the end of the day bell rang I couldn't feel my ass.

Andy came and found me and gave me his number with a wink. "Call me if you wanna hang out sometime." I nodded. Then he left to go find his sexy brother. When I got outside I saw that my mom was waiting for me in her car. At least I didn't have to ride the bus home, but it doesn't make up for her moving us here. I was still mad at her, so I wasn't talking to her. So I got in, put my headphones in, and blasted my music as loud as it would go.

The ride home was short. Ten minutes tops. When we got home I went right up ro my room. I walked ofer to my radio and turned it on, and began to write.

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It was finally Saturday.

Where did I put Andy's number? There it is. I picked up my cell and dialed. It rang three times.

"Hello?"

"Heyy Andy it's Megan. I was thinking about coming over."

"Oh, sure. I'll meet you at the school."

"Alright I'll see you in a few."

And just like that I headed out without telling my mom where I was going. Not that she'd be looking to talk to me any time soon. She was equally mad at me for not accepting the move as I was at her for making us move.

I grabbed my jacket and an extra pair of clothes and was out the door. The walk to the school was a little longer than I had aticipated. When I finally got to the school Andy was already there waiting for me. We walked the block to his house. Laughing the entire way.

I knew that we would become fast friends. And just like that we did. When we got to his house he put on some music that we both liked and we partied it up. Andy's hottie brother was home. Andy explained that they had both moved up here when their mom started abusing them. He told me about the time that he ran away for a week and learned how to survive. He ate what he could when he could. Most of his meals came from fast food dumpsters. He slept in abandond buildings when he could otherwise he slept outside on a park bench or under a bridge.

I told him how rediculous my mom was. He laughed about te silly things thatt my mom would freak out about. Like the time she had to work late and left money for me to order dinner. She came home to find me cooking mac-and-cheese. She screamed that I was going to burn down the house.

I asked him where his brother was. "Why? Don't tell me that you have the hotts for him." He was laughing. He knew I did.

"Oh, you know… a gorgeous single guy. Nope, I definetly don't have the hotts for him." I said sarcastically as I laughed too.

"Well…. what if I told you that I had the hotts for you?" He was looking away from me, but I could still tell that he was blushing.

"I-I don't know. I still want to be friends with you, but I'm into older guys."

"You realize that I'm 19 right? And Nick is only 22. That's not that big of a difference."

"Look, I like you as a friend, okay? I'm sorry. Maybe someday that could change, but just not right now." I felt bad. I did like Andy and he was attractive. I just wasn't attracted to him like that. Not like I was to Nick. It was like a gravitational pull. Andy sighed.

"But you'll go after my brother?" He sounded hurt.

"Look I'm sorry okay? It's just, I don't know, I'm attracted to him more that I'm attracted to you right now even if he does teach an awful subject." I added that last part in there to get him to smile. It worked. He sighed again.

"He's upstairs. Just don't get too hurt if he rejects you. He hasn't dated anyone since we moved here four years ago."

"Okay." I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. He waved me away. I headed upstairs. What room was Nick's? There were three rooms up there. In the room on the right I heard the shower running. So… he's in the shower? That's hot. Wish I could go join Mr. Hottie. Right then the water shut off.

Shit. What am I going to do now? Just say I was looking for the bathroom. Duh. Easy enough. In my head it was easy. Theen again I wasn't expecting Nick to come out in a towel. There he was standing in front of me dripping wet with nothing but a towel on. My jaw hit the floor.

"What are you doing up here?" He said sternly. Not a good sign. Here goes nothing.

"A-Andy said the b-bathroom was up here."

"Well there's also a bathroom downstairs." I was still staring at his perfectly sculpted body. "Like what you see?"

I nodded without thinking. He laughed breaking me out of my trance. I realized what I just did and shook my head. Which only made him laugh harder.

"Is that a yes or no?" He asked still laughing.

"Y-yes. I mean no. Oh, to hell with it. Fuck yes, I like what I see!"

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen." I like the direction that this was going.

"Come with me, or did you really have to use the bathroom?"

"Nope." I followed him into his room and he shut the door behind me.

"Now," he said with a mischievious grin, "you've seen me; I think it's only fair that I get to see you. Don't you agree?" He chuckled.

"You're joking right?"

"Nope. You're a beautiful girl. It seems fair that - " he dropped the towel, "I get to see you now that you've seen me." He was huge and hard. He was walking up to me with a crooked grin plastered on his face. "If you're not ready we can wait."

"No. I came here with exactly this in mind." He looked amused.

"Is someone expecting you home anytime soon?"

"Nope, I'm here all night." I said with a grin.

"Good, then we have plenty of time to get aquainted." He grabbed my hand and placed it on his chest. His skin was hot to the touch. He started to slide my hand down his torso, past his waist, all the way to his errection. I started shaking. He stoped.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah just nervous."

"We don't have to…." I could tell that he wanted to bad. After all I still had his dick in my hand.

"I want to." I said coyly while simultaneously stroking his shaft. He grinned and removed my hand from it's teasing. He picked me up with one arm and slid my pants off. Then set me down and removed my shirt. Leaving me in my thong and bra.Thank god I picked a matching set. He took a step back and gazed at me. Checked me out from head to toe.

I stood there doing the same to him. I liked what I saw. He must have too because he came up and grabbed the back of my head with a growl and slammed his mouth into mine. I thought I heard him mumble something, but wasn't sure. I mean I was a little distracted after all.

He pushed his body up against mine and ran his hands all over my body. I moaned. Every touch sent electric shocks through my body. He picked me up and carried me over to the bed. He laid me down and stood back up and just looked at me with lust in his eyes. I could have sworn that they flashed violet for a brief second. I sat part of the way up until I was holding myself up with my elbows.

He straddled me so that I was pinned between the bed and him. Reavhed behind me and unclasped my bra. He threw the garment across the room. He took both of my breasts in his hands. I moaned again. I reachedbetween usto play with his cock, but as soon as he felt me move he grabbed both my hands in one of his and pinned them above my head. In one fluid motion he stripped off my thong. With his free hand; he slid it from my jaw bone to my throat, between my breasts, over my belly button, past my waist, finally reavhing my pussy. I was wet. He liked it. He took one finger and slid it inside me. My back arched as i moaned. He removed his finger from my pussy. I wanted to protest; but before I could he brought his finger to his mouth and licked it clean.

"Mmm you taste so good. You want a taste my sexy little Luna." Luna? What is that? Oh, who cares. It's probably just a pet name. I thought. I nodded in answer to his question. Instead of one finger slipping inside me this time there were two. I gasped. He brought both to my mouth. "Lick them clean. Don't let a single drop go to waste." I did as instructed swiriling my tongue around one finger at a time before taking both into my mouth. Again the strange Violet color appeared in his eyes. He growled.

Slamming his fingers back into me he started to rythmacally move them in and out. My hips started to mirror his mocements. This wasn't just a want anymore, I needed him. He seemed to have more control of his urges than I did because, where as I was starving for him, he wasnted to play. I lifted my head from the pillow and looked at him.

This time there was no mistaking that his eyes were violet. He stopped his onslaught and just stared at me. I just laid there staring back at him catching my breath. After what seemed like an eternity he broke the silence. "I can explain," he said as he went to move away. I grabbed his arm.

"You will. Later. Right now I need you. So stash it for now and finish what you started, or I might kill you before you get the chance to explain." I pulled him back to me and captured his mouth with mine cutting off anything he was about to say. I transfered all of my need into him with that kiss. He growled in responce. "Now give me what I need."

"Not yet my queen. First we're going to play a little."

"You can't be serious?!" I screatched at him.

"Quite serious actually, but first some ground rules…. in the bedroom I am in charge. Not to be questioned. To do so would mean to be punished. My desire is to pleasure you in every was. Complete control is my requirement."

"Complete control? I don't know about that. I usually wear the pants. I make no such promises."

He growled at me to try to get me to submit. Something inside me roared into existence. The I had a sinful idea. Before I could over think it I launched into action. I went to kneel before him in mock submission. Just as I felt him relax I drew his cock into my mouth. His body went ridged and his dick throbbed in my mouth. A thunderous roar escaped his chest. Neither of us moved. His body slowly relaxed then I started to suck, lick, and play with his dick.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and fucked my mouth. He pulled out before he got to far and came. I stood his hand still in my hair. Looking directly into his eyes I said, "Challenge accepted."

He roared and threw me on the bed. Pinning my hands on my stomach, he smirked. The evil look in his eyes had my skin on firre and all I wanted was him inside me. He knew it too. I had issued a challenge now I was recieving the consequences. This was the punnishment he was talking about. I skwirmed under his gaze. His eyes the shifted right between my legs. The vibrant Violet darkened ever so slightly. My heart quickened. He licked his lips as if he was looking at his favorite meal.

Using his free are he spread my legs. Darting his eyes back up to meet mine I skwirmed again. "Don't break eye contact." Before I could respond his tongue darted out and flicked over my clit. My back arched, legs shook, and my eyes closed. I heard it just as I felt it. He slapped my clit. I wimpered. "Eyes open." Was all the direction he gave. I nodded. "You will refer to me as Alpha. Say yes Alpha if you understand."

"Yes Alpha." He grunted his acknowledgement. His chest rumbling with pleasure. Then his tongue went back to work swirling around my clit.