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pairing : s2!hyun soo x female!reader

synopsis : a human hanging out with a neohuman.

warnings : use of korean honorifics. lowercase. flirting. not proofread.

after hyun soo got out of the building and met yi-kyung who just gave birth to a neohuman. he stumbled upon a chaotic female who wouldn’t just leave him alone.

they both raised the child of yi-kyung, whose name is ah yi. she adores the child so much that there are times she risks her life by holding her hands.

cha hyun soo is there to stop her.

“let’s have a bet, if the child trips, you date me” you smirked looking at hyun soo who stared at you blankly, “stop” he muttered.

then suddenly both of you turned to the sound of ah yi tripping

“ah yi ! oppa and i are dating !” you cheerfully shouted, walking towards the crying child.

“oppa” you called staring at him with goggly eyes, “if i turn into a monster, will you finally date me ?”

earning a flick on the forehead, you pouted at him.

“ah yi, don’t you want oppa to have a beautiful girlfriend?” you asked the child while putting her shoes on. nodding, you quickly shout at hyun soo, “oppa ! let’s get married !”

“the world is already ending, why are you still not dating me?” you place your head on hyun soo’s shoulder, back hugging him.

hyun soo slowly turned around to face you and bent down, “i thought i’m already dating you ?” he asked curiously, grabbing your waist to pull you in.

“what the fuck?”

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DESCRIPTION I Everybody respect Charles, your boyfriend. Ironically, they don't know he's the same man they are all afraid of these days.

PAIRING I Charles Leclerc × reader

WORDS COUNT I 2,2k

A/N I Happy halloween my loves!! I couldn't not write anything for this day, I love halloween so much. And I mean, Charles as ghostface is kinda hot no? 👀

Ghostface. That’s the subject everyone was talking about for weeks now. It was in everyone's mouth. Fear, anger and excitement: these were the main feelings people had about him. Or her, for what they know it could be anybody.

“It has to be someone who’s lonely. Why would they kill all these people otherwise?” you heard a girl from your class say.

You were all outside, waiting for your next class. If Ghostface had been the main subject before, it was even more true today. They found someone else's body this morning.

The captain of the basketball team, Max Verstappen.

Until today, the victims were mostly…Well there was nobody, sadly. Or at least, not someone whose death would be as commented on as the star of the school.

The first victim was a teacher’s assistant, which led people to believe either she had slept with the killer or it was some kind of jealousy.

Then there was a member of the chess club. And as much as he was appreciated by everyone, he wasn’t that popular.

Neither were the two girls who had a terrible crash last weekend. It could have been an “ordinary” crash. But the mask was there. Like a proof.

“I’m not so sure about that.”

You turned around to look at your boyfriend, sitting behind you with his hand on your hair.

Charles knew Max pretty well since they were in the same team. He hadn’t said much since you discovered the murder. Not like he said much about the other victims either. 

They all turned their heads to look at him. Charles was highly charismatic with his gorgeous smile, his perfect green and his curly brown hair falling on his forehead. He had some mystery in him. Nobody could really read into him.

Well you could. But you were probably the only one.

The hand that was in your hair slowly moved so he could pass his arm around your neck and keep you close between his legs. “Is it too easy to think it’s someone with no power? Why can’t it be someone who has control over everyone here?”

Everyone stayed silent. Because the idea, somehow, was even more frightening. It could be anybody. From a classmate, to a friend, to a teacher, to a coach, to their partner or their worst enemy. 

What Charles was implying was that nobody was safe.

The silence was suddenly broken by Pierre and his burst of laughter. “You would a fucking cool killer, dude.” He said, bringing his hand to Charles. It took him a few seconds before smiling and checking his best friend’s hand. 

A few seconds that nobody noticed.

“Maybe I should cancel the party tonight.”

You always organized a party the night before Halloween. There was something exciting with starting the festivities earlier than everyone else. Things always seemed to happen during that night. Like people testing their limits, couples acting like there was no tomorrow. You didn’t want to cancel. But was it worth it to risk everyone’s life for your own pleasure?

Weirdly enough, all your friends started to protest against your offer. Apparently you weren’t the only one who loved this party so much. 

“It’s the best night of the year!”

”I waited all year for this, you can’t do that!”

“I didn’t prepare my outfit for nothing, trust me.”

You laughed a little at all their remarks. But the most important one came from behind you. When Charles tightened his grip around your neck so you could come closer to him. You felt his wild hair against your cheek and his breath against your temple. You closed your eyes for a second. Hoping you could be in a private room instead of outside, with everyone.

Not that it has ever been a problem before.

“We all deserve a good night of peace, right?” he whispered in your ear. You felt it in your bones. And when he kissed your cheek, which provoqued again some reactions from your friends, you knew he had won. Charles always gets what he wants.

And he wanted that party to happen.

There was no surprise when everyone came up to your place that night. All dressed up with a mix between “party like tomorrow doesn’t exist” and “we shouldn’t be afraid about what’s happening outside.” You didn’t mind that. You even loved that.

Charles looked deliciously handsome in an all black outfit that was complimenting his eyes, making them look even more percent and vibrant. That was the only thing you saw in the dark. It was even more disturbing for some people when he looked at them: they felt trapped. Like by coming here, they had just walked into the lion’s den.

Maybe they were right. 

“Oh fuck.”

Every light in your house went down suddenly. Just like the music and, basically, everything electronic. You tighten your grip at Charles’ arm from the sudden silence. This was absolutely not part of your night.

“Can someone give it a look?” you heard in the middle of the complaints. You rolled your eyes. Why is it always easier to ask someone else something you’re too scared to do?”

“I’ll go.” Charles said. You didn’t get the time to convince to stay. Your boyfriend kissed your hair before disappearing in the dark. Everybody seemed to trust him with that task. Slowly, they all started to talk and act like nothing happened. Like they weren’t in the dark in a big house in a town where there was a killer around. They all seemed to forget about the situation.

Now by yourself without Charles, you walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. A glass you immediately drop on the floor when you notice a silhouette in the middle of the room. Your scream resonated in the whole house and stopped every conversation…only for more screams to come.

Like they all understood why you were screaming.

It wasn’t that hard to guess, anyway.

Just like everyone, you started to run away and find yourself in your own bedroom. One killer for a whole house. And of course he choose you.

You could feel a presence right behind you. And when you turned around, you knew you were right. There he was, dominating you with his tall figure. Even if you couldn’t see a thing with his mask, you could feel his smirk. You could feel his satisfaction of finding you. You took a step back, forgetting about the wall behind you. You trapped yourself. Like a poor victim.

“Found.” he whispered, putting his body against yours. He didn’t lose any seconds before bringing his knife under your chin. Menacing you with the sharp blade against your skin. The worst part was probably to feel a drop running down your neck. 

And knowing it wasn’t your blood.

He approached his face, pressing his mask against your cheek. “You’re such a bitch.” You heard him laugh. And for a second, you acted scared.

Only for a second.

“But I’m your boss’ bitch, so I’m still above you.” you whispered, just like he did. Because there was no reason Pierre could be the only one to act so scary and dominant. You could imagine how frustrating it must be for him.

Charles chose him to do the killing. He trusted him enough for this.

But Charles would still choose you over him.

Pierre pressed his body a little harder against yours. You could feel every muscle, every curve against your skin. You wanted to test his limits. Not only to tease him. Because you had no idea where he would stop. Would he hurt you? Would he really risk his friendship with Charles to avenge his jealousy? You wanted to know. You were dying to know.

You were probably the only one.

“Let her go.”

You suddenly heard this voice. This deep, dark voice that probably appears in some people’s nightmare.

Pierre immediately froze. He wanted to continue. He wanted to hurt you. But he knew he couldn’t. If he dared touch a single hair from your head, it was his own that would be on the floor in the next minute. He kept looking at you like maybe you would let him hurt you. Once. He honestly believed you would.

What a fool.

Before he walked back by himself, Charles grabbed him by the neck and threw him on the floor. He didn’t even look at you, it wasn’t even important. He knew you were safe now. And he knew you had nothing. 

You watched him put his foot on Pierre’s chest to keep him down. 

None of them speak. The silence was more threatening than any words. 

One move and Charles could harm him.

One move and Charles could kill him.

Charles suddenly turned around to look at you. You couldn’t see anything. Not his eyes that were undressing you, even in this situation. Not his lips that were curled in a grin.

But you still understood him. With the slight move he made with his head. You nod before running to another room. You were sure what Charles had planned for his teammate.

It wasn’t until an hour later that you knew.

When you saw Pierre leaving your house with his girlfriend by his side. “Everything is fine?” you asked them, like you did with every other guest that got attacked tonight. For a second, you really thought he would grass you up. Especially with the way he held his girl closer to him. Like he wanted to protect her from you. Like he wasn’t the killer in your house.

“Just some bruises from the fight.” That’s all he said before grabbing her hand and leading her away. 

Once everyone had left the house, you went upstairs to take a bath. You deserved a good moment of relaxation after that messy night.

And you made yourself perfectly comfortable: bubble bath with essential oil, music loud enough to forget about the world outside.

You could feel him here. You knew he was standing there, watching you. And just for the pleasure of it, you stayed with your eyes closed. Making him wait. Until you couldn’t contain the smile on your face. You loved this situation way too much.

“You want to play psycho killer?” you asked, in a low voice.

You opened your eyes and turned your head to watch Charles walk to you. He was still wearing most of his costume, except for the mask. But he didn’t need it. There was something even more scary in seeing his perfect son-in-law's face that nobody would suspect and knowing it was such a mess in his mind that he had to kill people to calm the voices in his head.

He was standing right in front of the bathtub, his knees sticking to the marble and his body dominating yours completely. If he wasn’t your boyfriend, you would be scared. 

Maybe you should.

You watched his hand coming to your neck and felt his fingers pressing against your skin. You were breathless for a few seconds, like you had a blackout and forgot everything. Your place, your relationship.

But not for long.

“No please don’t kill me Mr Ghostface, I wanna be in the sequel.” you said with a fake scared and innocent voice. You loved playing that game with Charles. Because you never knew where his limits would be.

And tonight they seemed pretty high. Because you didn’t have the time to think before he dived your head into the water. Surprised, you didn’t breath before and started to cough almost immediately. And the fact he was still squeezing your neck clearly didn’t help. But you weren’t scared. Even if the seconds started to grow longer. Even if there was indeed something quite weird in seeing the face of the man you loved above yours, watching you struggling under the water.

Because in the end. Charles loved you.

And you probably were the only person he had feelings for.

So it wasn’t such a relief when he helped you resurface and caressed your back while you were catching your breath back. You knew he wouldn’t kill you. Not you.

You turned your head to look at him and that’s when you noticed the proof from the night that just went by. “You still have blood on you.” you brought one of your wet hands to his chest and started to undress him. “Come with me.” 

“You realized you’re just as fucked up as I am, right? “ Charles asked you when he entered the bath and put himself right behind you. You were trapped between his body, his muscled legs encircling yours and his arms holding you against him. His bloody hands were on your body and the way he was touching you was too romantic to think about what those hands did earlier. 

You looked at him and noticed how his face was softening slowly. His eyes were less threatening and more loving and you couldn’t help to think it was because of the love he had for you. He even had a small smile on his face and you could resist kissing the little dimple that was coming out. “I guess we make a great couple then.” you replied before taking the soap to wash the stains from the night.

Washing the horror away and becoming a normal couple again.

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Seeking comfort

Billy Hargrove x f!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You're uncomfortable after a few guys catcall you. Seeing Billy still at his car, likely waiting for Max, you go to him for comfort.

𝔞/𝔫: based on a dream my best friend (@yourcatsmilk) had! To you, sas; hope you enjoy this ;) <3

𝔱𝔴'𝔰: sexual harassment

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: little over 2,186

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Leaving class you shoulder your backpack and start making your way through the crowded hallways. The last class was over, meaning the majority of the students would be going home now. Every once in a while Billy, your boyfriend, would give you a ride - but only if Max went home herself or visited someone. You've only ridden with him along with her once before and it was extremely awkward.

She didn't want to say anything so she stayed quiet the whole ride, which in turn agitated Billy.

You didn't want to interrupt whatever they had going on - after all you definitely didn't have the right to.

At the entrance stood a group of guys, the cooler crowd. They were all jocks, completely idiotic and blinded by their popularity among the other students. They saw themselves as something better which you found weird, after all the only thing they had was looks (though in your opinion they lacked that, too).

Pulling your skirt down as it had ridden up you quickened your pace - planning on slipping past the boys without disturbance.

But you've always been unlucky, haven't you?

One of them, Tommy, turned to you and with that turned all of the attention from the others to you, too. One of them whistled at you while the others made crude comments about your looks and the shirt that hugged your figure well.

You'd worn this outfit because you knew Billy loved it, otherwise you were pretty insecure about your looks.

"Damn, she's begging for it, isn't she?" Jason snickers and his friends all laugh. Tears well up in your eyes and you grip the straps of your backpack tightly, you hated that you were going to cry so quickly - usually you could hold your emotions really well but today was a bad day anyway.

Not only had you fucked up your math exam but your best friend ditched you for her boyfriend. The only thing you were excited for was seeing Billy after school and seeing him in your shared class. He seemed to be in a bad mood, laying his head on the table the whole class and not looking at you even once. Admittedly, it had hurt you a little and you'd wondered at first whether you had done something or so.

Walking past the boys one of them reached out, slapping your behind. You flinched and practically ran the last few steps out of the doors. When you were outside you quickly wiped your tears and shakily breathed in.

Looking around you see Billy, standing at his car while smoking. Since the beginning of your relationship you'd tried to get him to stop or at least lessen his habit of smoking, and so far it worked pretty well. Around you he usually completely ditched it, so it was clear he hadn't planned on taking you with him today.

You were kind of disappointed - today was that one day you really needed him and yet he's pissed off at whatever.

Someone behind you pushes you, since you were still standing in the middle of the way, and you stumble forward, barely saving yourself from falling onto the hard gravel below.

This is what catches Billy's attention; his eyes flicking up and meeting yours. You were about a hundred percent sure your eyes were still strikingly red from the earlier tears as well as sleep deprivation.

His face softens and he stumps out his cigarette, waving you over. His soft but small smile breaks your refusal to come over and you make your way towards him with quick steps, falling into his arms.

You didn't want to publicly cry but as soon as his scent surrounded you and the comforting warmth you broke down. His arms were wrapped around your waist, keeping you close. "What's up, baby?" His voice is softer than it sounded all day, meaning he'd probably calmed by now.

Shaking your head you reply, "Just wanna go home." Your voice is barely a whisper and your sobs make it crack halfway through your sentence. He rubs a hand up and down your back, "Alright, we can do that. Max can skate home."

At that you shake your head; you wouldn't want that for the girl. It was still a long distance from the school to their house and while she probably preferred making her way home alone, you didn't want anything to happen to her.

"No," you stutter out, "No, we'll wait. I can wait, it's okay." He looks skeptical but nods, sighing a little. "God, what even happened to you, honey?" Ignoring him you decide to tell him later, otherwise he'd probably start a fight as soon as he found out about what happened.

"I'll tell you later." He nods hesitantly and then you feel him look up. You turn around too, when he stiffens and grunts.

Approaching you two is Max, skateboard under her arm. You smile at her, hoping you don't look too disheveled. She sends you a concerned glance, looking at Billy afterward. You shake your head, indicating it wasn't Billy's fault and she nods, slightly relieved.

She would never admit it, but since you came into Billy's life he's gotten a lot calmer. Apart from that she enjoyed your presence, since you didn't pry or interfere with stuff that didn't (and shouldn't) matter to you. So, she liked you a lot and if Billy ended up hurting you, she'd have an honest talk with him.

"You're late again-" Billy started and Max interrupted him, "-I'm skating home. I know." you giggled a little at her attitude and Billy didn't have it in him to retort anything to Max.

He opened the passenger door for you and waited for you to get in, closing the door behind you afterwards. Getting in himself, he started the car, loud punk music immediately invading your ears. Max just sighed annoyed and Billy turned to her for a second, "I'm letting you off at home. I'm staying at (y/n)'s today." Max nodded, acknowledging it without another word. It was usually calmer at home without him anyway.

He laid a hand on your thigh, moving his thumb in soothing motions.

After Max gets out, saying a quick goodbye to you, Billy tells you he'd get a few of his things quickly.

You nod and he leans in, giving you a quick kiss to your cheek before leaving to get his things.

Meanwhile you lean more into the comfortable leather seat and close your eyes, the fatigue taking over you.

When Billy comes back - Duffel bag slung over his shoulder - he sees you sleeping, head resting against the seat in a comfortable way. He smiles a little, if your day was half as bad as he expected, you deserve some rest.

He turns his music off, driving the way in silence. Since it was only spring it got dark early, meaning the sky wasn't as bright anymore and the sun started to set when you arrived at your home.

When he parks his car a bit down the street he turns to you - caressing your cheek with one hand to try and wake you up.

He watches as you whine in your sleep, grabbing his hand and pulling it close. He smiles, endeared, "C'mon, sweetheart. We gotta get going." His voice is soft and soothing, something no one but you would ever get to hear.

You grumble at the disturbance but wake up, looking at him with a glare, "I hate you." He's used to this by now, after sleeping you were usually quite grumpy.

Chuckling he gets out of the car, getting his bag, and opening the door for you, too. You get out and search your pockets for the keys opening the front door for you two. Your parents weren't home as they still worked, so you two were going to be alone for at least the next two hours.

Walking up the stairs you enter your room, falling down on your bed with a sigh. You hear him close the door and drop his bag on the floor before laying down next to you, hovering over you.

"So? You wanna tell me what happened at school today, darling?" you absolutely lived for the pet names he called you, also meaning there was no way of resisting him when he did. You grunt and take his hand to play with his fingers while trying to fight the tears that were already building back up.

"Just… thought you were angry with me." It's not the reason you'd cried but it did contribute to making this day absolutely horrible. He looks a little surprised, intertwining his fingers with yours. "Why?"

You turn your head to him and can't help but coo at the sight. His head was titled, making his hair hang to the side and he had his big puppy eyes that made you melt all the time. Reaching out, you push one of his curls out of his face.

It had taken a long time for him to get this comfortable with you. At first, he was more of an asshole than anything, constantly ditching you or making harsh comments about whatever you did.

That led to a serious talk in which you explained you wouldn't stay with him if he didn't at least try. He was a damaged soul, growing up with only negativity surrounding him and without his mom for support. It was to be expected that after opening up to you he told you he still felt like you could leave him at any point. Constantly reassuring him was a little tiring but for him you would do everything.

He needed some time to think after that, calling you up some days later and apologizing before taking you out on a date.

Since then, he's only gotten better, although there sometimes still were outbursts of anger. So, you could be proud of yourself for helping him become the person he now was.

"I dunno. You ignored me in class, so I just thought-," he grunts, "Oh, you've got it all wrong. I really didn't sleep last night and as soon as I sat down I fell asleep." That made sense, he often had nights in which he couldn't find rest - you've spent enough of those with him to know how exhausting it was.

"Oh," he smiles a little and leans down to press short pecks to your face, making you laugh. "You know I could never be mad at you." You nod with a smile before it gets more quiet again, so you continue with your explanation. Now, this was the part you didn't want to tell him. Don't misunderstand, you trusted and loved him so obviously he's the first person you'd go to with something like this. But he was also the first person who would beat the absolute shit out of Tommy and his friends.

"It's just… Jason and his friends made some… gross comments about me. 'cuz of the skirt, you know?" you mumbled the last part but he heard it anyway. You could see the anger in his eyes, so you were quick to lean on your elbow, one hand on his jaw. "Don't get mad. They're not worth it. If they want to act like a bunch of ten year-olds, let them."

He frowns, "No one's messing with my girl, you know that." When he called you that it always made you swoon. It was still hard to believe but you were his just as he was yours.

"Hm, I know."

He lent in and gave you a slow kiss, your arms winding around his neck. When he pulled away he looked deep in your eyes, making you feel more vulnerable than anything.

"Did they do more?" You hesitated. It would definitely cause a fight if he knew about them actually touching you, but he would find out either way and you didn't want to protect them even more when they deserved a beating. Yes, you contradict yourself with that but going over all they did you changed your mind.

"When I walked past they, uh," he noticed you getting uncomfortable so he brushed his hand through your hair. "Don't stress yourself out about this. You know you're safe with me." You nod and quickly finish, "Slapped my butt?" it sounded questionable as it was awkward to admit.

The second you finished his eyes went dark and he clenched his fist. "Baby, I won't let them get away with this. How could they do that to you? To anyone?" he's angry, so you do the only thing you can think of that would soothe him now.

"Deal with them later. Stay with me now." you tug him on your chest and feel him relax again, exactly what you wanted. He huffs, "Just don't keep me from teaching them a lesson, cuz I will." you laugh at his determination, nodding again. "Yep, and I'll watch." Grinning, he leans in to peck you. He stays the night and it's spent with cuddling and joking around - a perfect safety blanket to forget what had happened.

From then on, he walks with you whenever he can, protecting you from whatever he saw dangerous. It was kind of funny, but a lot more attractive.

All in all, you were happy and safe - what could you want more?

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PAIRING ! nishimura riki x fem!reader //GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.6k

PROMPT(S) ! 4. kiss to the side of the head ;; 6. fixing the other’s clothes ;; 8. embracing them from behind // requested by @enhypenenthusiast @yourlocalni-kisimp @emmachase89 <3 // 2k followers event

A/N. ! this was so much fun and so cute to write. i rlly hope you guys enjoy this one,,, and hopefully tumblr will have some mercy on me and let me show up in the tags again 🤧 anyways, i hope you enjoy <3

with loud music bouncing off the walls of the practice room, riki danced, watching his reflection in the mirror. however, he wasn’t able to concentrate to the best of his abilities, because you were sitting in front of him, back against the mirror as you watched him dance with a proud smile filled with admiration. 

just you alone being there in his view made it hard for him to focus. maybe it was your beauty or maybe it was just that you being there was different that caused him to lose concentration. whatever it was, it wasn’t helping. 

and then he realized you were wearing his t-shirt. 

being already baggy on him made it look like you were practically drowning in his top, but you weren’t complaining. being enveloped in the soft fabric with your boyfriend’s scent was a type of comfort in a way for you. 

and little did you know, seeing you in his own clothes was also a comfort to riki. 

when he finally noticed it, he looked at you with adoration in his eyes and a wide, goofy smile and walked towards you with his hand extended in your direction. 

you took it and he pulled you up, turning you around to face the mirror with him before he embraced you from behind with still a large and happy grin. 

after a couple seconds of admiring you in the mirror in his shirt, he left a kiss to the side of your head, completely and utterly in love with you. and when he pulled back, he just continued to squeeze you tighter, loving the way you looked, especially in that moment. 

but soon, an idea popped into his head, and he quickly pulled back and ran to the other side of the room, leaving you shocked and confused. your eyes followed him, only to realize the hoodie that was now in his hands. it was his. and he carried it proudly with a toothy smirk. 

he walked towards you, and didn’t waste any time in pulling it over your head, causing you to giggle, because once again, you weren’t complaining. 

after getting the piece of clothing on you, he looked at you in the mirror, as were you, and he began adjusting certain parts of the fabric to get the clothing on you properly. 

he then wrapped his arms around your waist, placing them right back where they were before and admiring you through the reflection once again. 

“you look really, really pretty,” he told you with a genuine tone before adding, “like always. but like—especially now—you in my clothes is just- wow. it’s like looking at a beautiful, female version of me.”

at his last, playful sentence, you both cackled and you turned around in his hold before hitting him on the chest. 

he feigned pain before laughing and saying, “but in all seriousness, you really look absolutely gorgeous. how did i get so lucky?”

you couldn’t help but smile, turning around once more and immediately leaving a kiss on his lips. catching him off guard, he almost fell back but quickly managed and started kissing you back, hands on your waist, pulling you closer. 

not only was he lucky to be dating you, but so were you to have found him, the love of your life. 

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