#the ghosface

[gloomyteddybear]

the slang for journalist is vulture

oneshot

tw: emotional manipulation, guilt tripping, stalking;

roseville gazette may be bordering on yellow journalism but it was the only local press that actually went into detail of the ghostface murders, as short-staffed as it is (considering the fact that literally one guy photographed, wrote, interviewed, edited the whole beat--- maybe he used to be freelancer they managed to chain down), it was surprisingly informative on the subject matter, in other news? pun intended, it was comparatively bland in such a way that literally any other corporation would do the job.

but they don't cover the case, who the victims are, how horrific their deaths are, who are the main suspects, what are the patterns (they seemed random but oh-so meticulously planned), they only post obituaries and move on to cake recipes. to your average roseville citizen, who doesn't wish to buy another subscription, which press are they going to choose? entertainment value or a possible survival guide?

despite the short staff, they paid well and had a great newsroom, once upon a time each department had it's own working space and have little to no interruptions but due to the few people that are left--- both physically and metaphysically--- they now practically had their own private office to do as they please with the place.

though, you wished you had your own, too.

you were shadowing a guy named jed olsen, technically you were his fellow journalist. but with the few experience you had bossman decided that you two needed to 'share' an office (it felt more like jed's than anything), to "see a professional in action and get a feel for what you need to do." he said.

he's nice.

the only experience you got is as a lackey. sure, you helped, but it was minimal, he let you handle almost nothing unless under a lot of scrutiny (the guy is a perfectionist) or just flat out did everything himself, he's an over-achieving workaholic.

he was overbearing, but only in the literal by-the-letter sense, over bearing as in he puts too much on his plate.

he wasn't an asshole--- he was frustrating, sure, but he always made sure to let you sign your name in the proverbial group project, he brought coffee too (it was always a bit off from your actual taste, but you didn't want to be ungrateful) and was always nice. so, you simply did the 'seeing a professional in action' bit more than the 'get a feel for what you need to do', twiddling your thumbs as you watched him work.

were you any more lazier and/or more lacking in the empathy-good-for-lasting-healthy-relationships mindset, you'd be cheering and hollering at the opportunity.

you saw his eyebags from staying overnights, though. the faint swaying whenever he stood up, almost spilling or dropping whatever he held, rants growing more... well, affected by his lack of sleep, to put it nicely.

so, you did everything in your power to at least, somewhat share the burden, bring snacks or energy drinks, keep his desk organized just the way he liked it, stay out of his way, listen to his movie-nerd ramblings.

it was all fine and dandy--- you put a styrofoam cup on coffee on his table like clockwork--- until it wasn't.

you heard squeaky plastic get hit and fall "huh--- fuck! this?!... oh god, no... no no no! shit! shit..." he pleaded.

you leaned over to see... coffee spilled all over his photos and notes.

he blew up, face red and gritted teeth, "god, damn it. all... all those fucking sleepless nights--- the amount of crunching i did, gone! from a fucking shitty ass coffee! how the fuck am i supposed to meet the deadline! fuck!." he yanked on the longer strands of black hair in his scalp.

then he deflated, face in hands, "oh god... what am i going to do? what do i tell boss? how much is this going to affect..." he murmured

he pauses in his rant, eyes peeking through the gap of his fingers, glancing at your expression and immediately straightens up; he sighs, rubbing his arms and playing with the threads of his long sleeves, "it's fine nevermind, i should've told you that this table is wobbly. i'll- uh, i'll tell him that i... we couldn't meet the deadline, it wasn't your fault, i bit off more than i could work so... you ended up not having much to do---"

before he could continue putting fuel into another apology-fest you stopped that train of thought right in it's tracks, "wait wait--- no, you... how about you leave early today?"

"you want me to leave?!" he croaked, grip on the collar his shirt growing noose-like.

"no no! uh," you fumbled, "how about you... go get yourself a nice, deserved break huh? uh, i don't think boss would hold it against you, how about a walk? fresh air? get yourself something nice---" you crushed a bill into his loose hands, ignored his looks and pushed him out the door.

you put your hands at your hips, looked at the mess and sighed.

the wet pages were still on his desk, you carefully separate and spread them, the ones that were less likely to crumble were hanged in the developing-room. the ones that were too blurry you had to transcribe onto a neater page, the ones teared to bits were carefully jig-saw'd.

---jed didn't return, you did get some info on why during breakroom gossip, seems like he took your advice and clocked out early. funny how your schedules been reversed, the first to leave being the one to stay 'til nightfall for work they never contributed to---

pictures and notes neatly arranged all across the pages, many of those photos came varying and evolving in quality, not as in blurry or framed poorly but in what type of camera they were shot with. the drying marks and negative film pointed towards them being raw polaroids, though a few were made with instantfilm. at first, it seemed like nonsense, some type of art project in abstract figures but there was a clear pattern.

lanes fencing around a car, roads filled with a cluster of potholes, harsh angles and perspective shifts turning corners; a window peeking into someone's habitat, a spare key under varying hiding places, then a person hiding under their blanket in their sleep.

you rolled a thumb against the pad of your finger, it was weirdly slippery-- watery? that's weird... a bit stickier. is it still fresh out of the developing room?

you hear it before you no longer see it, just as you were about to investigate further, the telltale de-crescendo of all appliances losing their power and the following silence means only one thing--- the main switch is off. whoever it is, you know where they were.

don't go turn it on. trap. breathe in.

you stay put, crouching underneath a table. one minute, five, six, ten.

you round around a corner towards the fire escape--- stairs clanking with your descent, you skip a few steps, you run outside.

floodlights drenches your vision--- a voice yells your name and a wailing car horn and you instinctively scream, a door slams as a body moves to shield your eyes from the flickering headlights. a black car, in the night, of course you didn't see it in your panic, wouldn't even notice if it were parked right in front of you.

olsen comes out, he looked surprised and--- had the gall, to sound exasperated, "you were about to walk right into my car."

"wait, why are you here?" he answers with a fumbled "i can explain---"

"i told you to take a break and the first thing you do after curfew, is come back here?! i swear jed, do you want to get stabbed?!" you shriek.

'honest and easy-going my ass!'

he relaxes but still has the decency to fake a grimace, "maybe i could give you a ride home?" he offers.

"why would i need a ride? i have my own---" jed points towards the direction of your car, the excess flash of the headlights bouncing around the pavement show your slashed tires.

"i call shotgun."

"there's only one passenger aside from me and it's you."

"you don't know that, some guy tried to break in earlier--- what if they're a passenger princess with a shotgun?"

the rear-view mirror was angled oddly, reflecting only your person and not the road behind.

"good point." he agrees.

he didn't question you about the break-in.

[bandsofmarv]

What’s Your Favourite Horror Movie Pogue?

Rafe Cameron, consumed by an obsessive love for you, becomes Ghostface, murdering anyone he sees as a threat to his claim on you.

TW- murder, obsessive behaviour.

The Outer Banks was known for its beauty: golden sunsets, endless beaches, and the salty air that whispered promises of freedom. But lately, that promise felt like a lie. The town was gripped with fear, whispers of a masked killer spreading like wildfire. They called him Ghostface, a name plucked from horror movies but now real, haunting your life in ways you couldn’t escape.

What no one knew—what you didn’t know—was that the killer wasn’t some faceless stranger. It was Rafe Cameron.

And his obsession with you was the reason the killings had begun.

The first time you noticed something strange, it had been subtle. Rafe was always intense, his gaze lingering on you a little too long, his presence suffocating in a way that should have made you uncomfortable. But Rafe was also charming, magnetic even. You found yourself drawn to him despite the warnings in your head.

But as the days passed, his intensity deepened. He started showing up unannounced—at your work, outside your house, even at the places you went to clear your mind.

“I just want to make sure you’re okay,” he’d say, flashing that disarming smile. “With everything going on, you can’t be too careful.”

At first, it felt sweet. Protective. But soon, it felt suffocating.

The murders began with strangers—people you didn’t know well enough to connect the dots. A lifeguard at the beach, a couple tourists who had wandered into the wrong part of town. The pattern was erratic at first, but then it started to hit closer to home.

You were with Sarah Cameron when she got the call about her boyfriend, Topper. The cops had found him in the woods, gutted like an animal. Sarah broke down in your arms, sobbing uncontrollably, and you couldn’t help but notice Rafe watching from the corner of the room.

His expression wasn’t one of grief. It was satisfaction.

The night it all came crashing down, you were alone in your house. The power had gone out during a storm, and you were sitting in the living room with a flashlight and your phone, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling settling over you.

That’s when you heard the knock at the door.

It wasn’t loud—just three soft taps, deliberate and slow.

“Who is it?” you called, your voice shaking.

No response.

You grabbed a kitchen knife and crept toward the door, your heart pounding. When you peeked through the peephole, all you saw was darkness.

Then your phone buzzed.

A text from an unknown number: You shouldn’t be alone.

Your blood ran cold.

Before you could react, the window behind you shattered, and a figure in black vaulted into the room. The scream caught in your throat as the figure lunged at you, pinning you to the floor.

The knife clattered from your hand as you struggled, but it was no use. The figure was too strong, too quick.

“Stop fighting,” the distorted voice said, low and mechanical through the voice modulator. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

The masked figure pulled out a knife, holding it to your throat, but he didn’t press down. Instead, he leaned closer, tilting his head as if studying you.

Then, slowly, he removed the mask.

“Rafe,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

His eyes were wild, his lips curved into a twisted smile. “I told you I’d protect you,” he said, his voice soft but laced with something dark. “I just needed to get rid of the distractions.”

“Distractions?” you echoed, your mind racing as realization hit.

“Topper. JJ. Sarah. They were all in the way. You couldn’t see it, but I did. They didn’t deserve to be near you.”

Tears streamed down your face as you stared at him in horror. “You killed them? All of them?”

“I did it for you,” he said, his tone almost tender. “Don’t you see? You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

You shook your head, trying to inch away, but he grabbed your wrists, his grip bruising.

The room was suffocating, the walls closing in as Rafe knelt over you, the Ghostface mask discarded at his side. His wild blue eyes locked onto yours, his breath uneven with exhilaration.

“Let me explain,” he said, his voice soft but tinged with madness. “You don’t understand now, but you will.”

You didn’t want to understand. Every instinct told you to fight, to scream, to do something, but his weight pinned you to the floor, and his manic gaze froze you in place.

“It started with Topper,” Rafe said, as if you’d asked for the story. “That guy was such an idiot, thinking he could push you around at parties, making those crude comments. I hated the way he looked at you.”

Your mind flashed to that night at the beach bonfire, when Topper had made some drunk joke about you being “the hottest Pogue.” You’d brushed it off, but Rafe had been furious, storming off without a word.

“I followed him that night,” Rafe continued, his tone calm, like he was recounting a mundane event. “He didn’t even hear me coming. One quick cut across the throat, and he went down like the pathetic little worm he was.”

You gagged, bile rising in your throat, but Rafe didn’t stop.

“And Sarah,” he said, his lips curling into a sneer. “She was always trying to play the big sister, telling me to leave you alone. She didn’t get it. She thought she could warn you, but she didn’t realize how serious I was.”

Tears blurred your vision as you thought of Sarah—her kind smile, the way she’d pulled you aside to warn you about Rafe’s behavior.

“I didn’t want to kill her,” he said, his voice softening, almost regretful. “But she wouldn’t shut up. She was going to ruin everything. So, I took her out by the marsh. She fought hard, you know? Almost made me rethink it. Almost.”

He paused, studying your face as if gauging your reaction. “I made it quick. For her.”

“You’re a monster,” you whispered, your voice cracking.

His eyes darkened, and he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t say that,” he hissed. “I did this for you. For us. You think I wanted to hurt you? To scare you? I had to. They were all trying to take you away from me.”

“JJ…” you started, your voice trembling.

Rafe grinned, leaning back slightly. “Oh, JJ was fun. He was always so cocky, always acting like he could protect you. I wanted to see him break.”

You remembered the day JJ’s body was found under the pier, the jagged “X” carved into his chest. The image would haunt you forever.

“He begged,” Rafe said, his tone almost giddy now. “He said, ‘Please, don’t do this.’ As if I’d ever listen to him. He didn’t deserve to be near you, Y/N. None of them did.”

“And Kie?” you choked out, tears streaming down your face.

Rafe’s expression hardened. “Kie was the worst. She thought she was better than everyone, always pretending she was the voice of reason. She was a bad influence on you.”

You felt like you might vomit as he continued.

“She went down easy,” he said with a shrug. “I cornered her after you two said goodbye that night. She didn’t even see it coming. She was so distracted, thinking she could keep you safe. But she didn’t stand a chance.”

Your sobs grew louder, and Rafe’s demeanor shifted. He reached out, brushing a tear from your cheek, his touch gentle despite the horrors he was describing.

“Don’t cry,” he murmured. “It’s over now. It’s just us. No one else will ever hurt you, or distract you, or take you away from me.”

“You’re insane,” you spat, your voice shaking with equal parts fear and fury.

Rafe chuckled, leaning closer. “Maybe. But I’m also the only one who truly loves you. Don’t you see that? I did all of this for you.”

You stared into his eyes, the weight of his obsession crashing down on you. There was no reasoning with him, no appealing to his humanity. Rafe Cameron wasn’t just insane—he was utterly and completely lost to his delusion.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “You don’t have to fight this. I’ve already won.”

His arrogance was your opening. Summoning every ounce of courage you had left, you drove your knee upward, catching him off-guard. He grunted, the knife slipping from his hand and skidding across the floor.

You didn’t think—you just moved. Scrambling to your feet, you bolted for the door, your heart pounding like a war drum.

“Y/N!” Rafe roared, his voice filled with both fury and disbelief.

You didn’t look back. You couldn’t.

Your bare feet slapped against the hardwood as you sprinted out into the stormy night, rain pelting your face and blurring your vision. The wind howled around you, carrying Rafe’s voice as he shouted your name.

You stumbled into the woods, branches clawing at your skin as you pushed deeper into the darkness. Your breaths came in ragged gasps, your lungs burning, but you couldn’t stop. Not now. Not ever.

Behind you, you could hear him crashing through the underbrush, relentless in his pursuit.

“You can’t run from me!” he called, his voice cutting through the rain like a blade. “You’re mine, Y/N! You’ll always be mine!”

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You didn’t know how long you ran, but eventually, you found yourself near the old marina. The boats swayed violently in the storm, their masts creaking like eerie sentinels. Desperation drove you forward as you searched for a hiding place, somewhere—anywhere—to catch your breath.

You spotted an abandoned boathouse and darted inside, slamming the door behind you. The smell of salt and damp wood filled your nostrils as you collapsed against the wall, your chest heaving.

For a moment, there was only silence. Then came the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps.

“You’re making this harder than it has to be,” Rafe’s voice called out, eerily calm now.

Your heart plummeted as you realized he was inside.

You clamped a hand over your mouth, trying to stifle your breathing as you pressed yourself deeper into the shadows.

“I know you’re here,” he said, his footsteps echoing in the empty space. “You think you can hide from me? After everything I’ve done for you?”

He was closer now. Too close.

You glanced around frantically, your eyes landing on a rusted wrench lying on the floor nearby. Gripping it tightly, you prepared yourself. You had no choice.

The moment his shadow appeared in the doorway, you swung. The wrench connected with his shoulder, and he let out a furious snarl, staggering back.

“You really think you can get away from me?” he growled, his eyes blazing with fury.

“I have to try,” you said, your voice shaking but firm.

He lunged, and you ducked, slipping past him and back out into the storm. Your legs screamed in protest, your lungs on fire, but you didn’t stop. Not until you saw the headlights.

A car was coming down the old dirt road, its beams cutting through the darkness like a beacon of hope. You stumbled into the road, waving your arms frantically.

“Help!” you screamed. “Please, help me!”

The car screeched to a halt, and the driver—a local you vaguely recognized—jumped out.

“What the hell’s going on?” he asked, but before you could answer, Rafe emerged from the woods, his face twisted in rage.

“Don’t listen to her!” Rafe shouted, his tone switching to something almost pleading. “She’s confused—she doesn’t know what she’s saying!”

The driver hesitated, looking between the two of you.

“Please,” you begged, grabbing his arm. “He’s going to kill me!”

That was all it took. The man stepped between you and Rafe, his stance protective.

But Rafe didn’t flinch. He simply smiled.

“Wrong move,” Rafe muttered before pulling a knife from his belt and plunging it into the man’s side.

You screamed as the man crumpled to the ground, his blood mixing with the rain-soaked dirt.

“You see?” Rafe said, turning back to you, his knife dripping red. “There’s no one who can save you. No one who understands you like I do.”

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Days later, you woke up in a strange room, the faint scent of sea air filling your nose. Your wrists were bound, the rope digging into your skin.

Rafe sat in a chair nearby, his gaze soft but unwavering.

“You’re safe now,” he said, his voice tender. “No one’s going to take you away from me ever again.”

The reality settled over you like a shroud. You had escaped, but only briefly.

And now, there was no escape. Not from him. Not ever.

[morimemichael]

Three are better than two

Reader is Michael’s girlfriend, but it’s taken aback completely when she finds out that Danny potentially feels something for her too. Thinking Michael may know something she tells him what she suspects.

WG: SMUT, literally, shameless smut. Threesome, size kink, slapping, choking, price kink and many other stuff f, use of Y/N, Michael x Ghostface, female receiving oral!, male receiving oral! And more lmao 😌🌝

F!READER X DBD!GHOSTFACE X DBD!MICHAEL MYERS

You just had finished your trial and you went against Ghostface again. You were suspecting for sometime now that he might like you, the way he talks with you, the way he gives you hatch….this hatch thing happened with Michael too, your actual boyfriend if you could name him that.

Mhh…it’s wierd.

You thought to yourself. Even Kazan and Caleb joked around about how much Danny likes you. At first you were hesitant about their jokes and the hatch thing in trials with Danny, and all this situation about Danny liking you…as said before, you suspect it but really didn’t pay it much attention. After all, it really was a common thing for you to happen, generally speaking, killers tended to like you. Not all of them gave you hatch or compliment your looking on trials, but still…you weren’t a ‘ugly to the view’ person to look at.

This recently finished trial wasn’t an exception for Danny to not give you hatch again, so there you were, leaving through it again. You weren’t complaining, of course not, you just wanted…more action to it.

“Well New Girl, I had fun…as always, see you next trial?” Danny asked. Him calling you by your nickname wasn’t something new, tho you didn’t mind it you preferred to be called by your actual name.

“You know, Danny…you can call me by my name.” You laughed, trying to ease the ambiance.

“Sorry y/n….i don’t call you by, well y/n, would you prefer that?” He asked politely.

“That sounds much better to me!” You replied back. He chuckled behind his mask.

You both stayed silent for a minute or two, not knowing exactly what to say to each other. Danny took off his mask and broke the silence.

“So…uhm, I was wondering if…” He hesitated for a second, he was thinking it twice what he was going to ask you, he knew it wasn’t appropriate, since you were with Michael.

“If what?” You smiled.

“Ahg, nothing…forget it, besides Myers would kill me…” He answered back patting the back of his neck with his own hand.

“Ohh, come on ghostie! We’re friends, you can ask me anything!” You affirmed. Tho his rational mind knew there were certain things he couldn’t, no, rather, shouldn’t ask.

“Yeah! Yeah, totally, we’re friends!” Danny said lowering his head, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit disappointed.

“So…?” You continued.

“I was wondering if you would want to come to Ormond tonight? Frank, Joe, Michael and me we’re having a movie night.” He explained.

You totally forgot about it, Michael had a movie night tonight that meant that you could have the night for yourself.

“Uhm…I don’t know Danny, originally I was going to have a ladies night tonight with the girls, but I guess they could spare me.” You stated.

“Oh…I see, well it’s okay if you can’t or you don’t want to! Just know that if you want to come tonight, you’re more than welcome.” He patted you on the shoulder.

“Alright! Tho I don’t promise anything, okay?” You talked back, smiling. “Is there anything else you want to say?” You added, just in case he would say what you have been suspected him to say all along, cause this Ormond thing? It sounded like an excuse to you.

I like you so much I wish I could be with you too. I wish Michael would share you…

That’s what Danny wanted to say, of course he knew better than that.

“No…I don’t think so.” He answered instead.

“Well then, I’m gonna see Michael. See you later perhaps!”

“Yeah, see ya around!” Danny spoke, his voice was sad but not sad enough for you to notice.

You made your way to Haddonfield, where you knew you would find Michael. Cool air blows against your face and you don’t find it unpleasant. You reach the door frame of the Myers’s house, you were thinking how to ask him, in the right way, if he new by any chance if Danny was into you. Fear stroke your mind when you made in your head the different outcomes of that question.

He’s gonna by pissed

He’s gonna kill him

He’s gonna dump my ass

Should I really ask him?

All of this because of one question.

You reach the top of the stairs and head to Michael’s room. You already could hear him breathing in there. Reading yourself to ask him the question you open your mouth, but not first without greeting him of course.

“Hi Michael!” You hugged him from behind, since he was crafting one of his many, many masks.

“Hi” He replied back, head too focused to elaborate something better, not that he didn’t want to, if he wasn’t doing anything he probably would be kissing you a lot of times.

“Oh, this one it’s fantastic Mike!” You talked about the mask.

“You like it?”

“It’s beautiful!” You smiled back at him.

“It’s yours, you can have it. It’s a present…” He said resting his head on your left arm.

You set down next to him and mentally prepared to ask the question. You prayed deep down that he wouldn’t snap. He seemed so in the mood today you didn’t want to ruin that.

“Uhm…Mike?” You smiled. He looked at you as saying go on. “Can I ask you a question?” Your heart was racing, it’s veins and arteries felt like you were in a Formula 1 racing car. He just nods at you.

“I…was wondering if you….knew anything about Danny liking me?…” A little bit of fear could be sense in your voice tone.

Now real fear strike in when he dropped dead what he was doing and turn to look at you, and then gave you his signature head tilt. You thought of a thousand things at the same time. Danny is scrued! It was your fault, and now he’s definitely killing poor Danny. You fucked up.

“No, Mike, i-it’s just that I’ve been noticing some odd things about him whenever we face in trail…that’s all. I swear.” You quickly tried to justify yourself, without mentioning Kazan or Caleb, since they joke about this too.

He stood up and walked towards you, and you flinched away, he stopped by your side and looked at you, just to stretched his arm to grab something. You were expecting the worst, but all you got was his index finger caressing your cheek as to say ‘look at this’. You opened your eyes, thinking its was his knife he wanted to bratt about, you looked away, but with the same hand he grabbed your chin and made you look at him, his touch was surprisingly gentle for what you were expecting all along.

With his other hand he showed you a photo. A little square Polaroid, Definitely Danny took it. Your eyes opened up like plates when you saw what the Polaroid was about. It was Danny…and Michael, kissing each other. Well, you expected anything but this. Not that you had a problem, deep down you knew something happened between this two. The pic looked old, so it was okay for you.

“Oh…I didn’t know it. It happened long before I arrived here?” You ask Michael calmly. He didn’t answer, he just nod a simple yes with his head.

“Come on! You’re going no chalant now?” You were showing discomfort at his little behavior. Then again he just nods his head yes.

“Ahg, fine! Whatever…I just want you to know the he invited me over to Ormond for a movie night with you guys, I might go, if that’s fine with you.” You explained. He didn’t say anything or move his head, he just sat back down on his chair desk.

Having nothing there else to do, you went back to the fire camp with your friends. You ate something and prepared yourself to go to Ormond, scarf and gloves and a big sweater. You brought with yourself some snacks you knew everybody would like too. You prayed so Danny wouldn’t speak about this…thing between you two.

You reached Ormond, cool air and soft snow welcome you. Making your way to the resort, you heard a familiar voice.

“So, you’ve come! I knew you would come!” You could say it was Danny from a hundred miles away, and he was unmasked. The cold snow adorning his black hair, his lips were a little bit chapped too you noticed.

“Hey, I brought salad snacks!” You said.

“Cheetos too?” Danny tilted his head.

“Yeah…”

“Hell yes!!” He exclaimed bringing his arms up in a cheering manner.

He seemed so happy that you hesitated to tell him that Michael already knew he liked you, besides if you were to be honest, you didn’t like how Michael reacted to this situation. You end up deciding that Danny has the right to know, It’s not like something’s gonna happen.

“Uhm Danny, just so you know…I think you have the right to know that-“ You stopped for a second. “ To know that Michael already knows about this…situation.” You finished while massaging your shoulders with one of your hands.

“Oh…okay, that’s all right girl!” You weren’t expecting that kind of an answer, but you didn’t pay it much attention.

“Is he already here?” You asked him instead.

“Yep, he also told me you didn’t liked his uhm-how did he called it?” Danny stopped a minute to think.

“His non-chalant attitude?” You replied.

“Yes!! Those were his exact words. He also told us that you flinched when he got near you, and that’s why he wasn’t talking.”

“Oh…I see, well, I hope he talks to me now…that’s all I ask.” You thought all this time that he wasn’t talking because of the thing you asked him, not because you flinched.

You two were so focused on the conversation that you didn’t realize you were already there. Frank was getting the dvd player ready and Frank was getting help from Michael to bring all the snacks and drinks to the the middle of the building were the fire was.

You had to admit that you felt a little bit embarrassed cause obviously Michael didn’t have any of those reactions you were expecting, because for obvious reasons; Danny was still breathing and talking and joking around, right in front of you. And now that he was here with Danny and yourself, you didn’t find any courage inside of you to even look at his unmasked face. You wanted to apologize tho. It’s the first time you flinch around him, and you didn’t know that little movement of your body confused him. Left him thinking. He knows you love him, but it wouldn’t be the first time he goes silent after something it bothered him, so you thought it was about Danny, now you knew it wasn’t. You should have known better, the Polaroid he gave you spoke otherwise.

You went straight to Frank first, to say hi. Then to Joey.

“Yoo!!! She brought snacks! Snacks guy!!!” Danny said. I just smiled. Now it was Michael’s turn, and I could see he was still a little bit odd. As I approach him I could sense the tension in the air.

“Hey Mike!” I said as I hugged him. The size difference making my head reach for his chest.

“Hi…” He replied back. At least if he was angry at me, he wasn’t gonna show it here.

When everything was on place, snacks, drinks and the dvd player, Frank inserted the dvd movie. Apparently you were going to see ‘Friday the 13th’. You sat between Danny and Frank, Michael was sitting next to Danny at his left, and Joey was sitting next to Frank, at his right. The movie began, and everyone was concentrated on the screen and whenever a killing happened Danny or Joey would say how they would have done it differently, and you made a comment on how you would try to survive the situation.

“Honestly, the problem here is that I think they’re not aware of their surroundings. I mean if I hear a wierd ass noise like that one in the movie, I would get the hell out of there.” You explain laughing.

“That makes sense, but in this kind of movies teens need to be unaware and clearly dumb, cause otherwise there would be no movie at all.” Frank spoke his point of view.

“Yeah…you’re right.” Danny agreed.

“What do you think Michael? What would you do? How would you kill them?” Joey asked.

He looked at you for a second and then he explained.

“Well…I would stalk them as usual, and then…just kill them. They never see it coming.”

“Well…yeah, that makes sense.” Joey said nodding his head.

The movie went on and eventually ended, you continued talking a little bit more, and Frank offered Danny, Michael and you to stay in for the night.

“He’ll yeah I’m in.” Danny said.

“Me too!” I added.

“Michael?” Frank asked.

“I’m staying.” He replied looking at Danny and then at you. Danny turn to look at him and smirk, not that you care, he always smirks, you would think he does it unintentionally. Little did you know it wasn’t the case this night. Frank and Joey went somewhere else in the hotel, leaving the three of you completely alone.

It was the perfect opportunity to apologize to Michael. Danny seems to think it’s a good idea too, so you took a deep breath and all the courage you could find within yoursel and walked towards Michael. Danny was behindyou, but again you didn’t pay it much attention.

“Michael…I, uhm, I wanted to apologize, for me attitude earlier this day.” You looked him in the eye and then looked down, this gesture meant you were really sorry and Michael knows it.

All you ask for is for him to accept the apology. You didn’t notice Danny leaning against the wall you two were taking, with his right hand and looking at you two. You turn your head to look at him, since Michael appeared to be distracted for a bit.

“What? You think it’s not enough?” You tried to say in a low voice tone. You had a worried expression on your face.

“No I don’t think s-” Danny was interrupted by Michael’s lips crashing into his. Danny opened his eyes at this unexpected movement, but hi didn’t pull Michael apart. Instead he continued the kiss. You were just as surprised as Danny could be, but the sensation of being surprised was overwhelmed by an other sensation. You got chills down your spine and a wave of excitement could be felt between your thighs.

No way…no, I’m not getting turn on by this.

You thought to yourself. Apparently even tho you didn’t mind seeing the pic of Michael and Danny kissing, it seems your body did, in a ‘good’ sort of way. Deep down you had to shamefully admit you were liking this. The kissing between Michael and Danny was getting heated by every second that they kept kissing. And know you felt the walls of your pussy clenching around nothing. Michael pulled apart first to gasp for air, Danny’s lips swollen from the kiss, his chest moving fast, you could see he was getting excited too. Michael in the other hand, remained, apparently, fine. With one of his hands, Michael grabbed you calmly by your chin, making you look up at them, since you were looking down, too afraid if you look directly at them, they’ll notice how aroused you were.

“Did you like seeing each other kiss?” Michael ask. It was a simple question, yet you didn’t know why you could answer. You just nod. Michael tilted his head to the left and smirked. Then he asked something again.

“Me or him?” Michael said, and you didn’t even notice his hand touching directly at you dressed pussy, feeling how wet you were.

“W-what?” You questioned.

“Who made you this wet?” He asked again. You lick your lips, this time looking at both of them.

“B-both..” You breathed out.

“Oh..” Michael smirked. “You heard that Dan?” He continued.

“Sure I did Mike…”

You bite your lips this time, as Michael cupped your face and leaned to kiss you. He wasn’t going slow nor rough, he was kissing you good. You could taste Danny on his lips, and you moaned at his taste.

“You like how Dan tastes?” He stopped to ask. You just nodded. “Well, I’m sure Dan’s dying to kiss you too.” He added.

“Hell yes…” Danny half breath half said.

Michael moved a little bit to the side, making room for Danny. He looked at him first before going straight to your lips.

“Are you sure you don’t mind sharing Mike?” You found adorable how he asked for permission. You couldn’t lie at this point, you always wondered how Danny’s lips would feel against yours. But you always thought of this more from a curious way rather than a lustful way. Now you weren’t so sure.

“Only if she says yes.” Michael looked at you, and for a moment you thought this twice. You looked at Danny and then back at Michael with lust in your eyes.

“Yeah…yeah.” You replied, almost like a whisper.

“Well then…come here girl.” Danny smirked.

You stepped forward and this time Danny cupped your face. He took a second or two to admire your pretty face and smiled. He started slowly tho, his lips kissing your cheeks first, then going down in a slowly yet confident way. When his lips finally reached yours was like a reward. You moved your own lips against his savoring every inch of his mouth. He somehow tasted like cinnamon and cigarettes, and you love it. You moaned in his mouth and he seemed to like it. Suddenly you felt a hand on you back, caressing it over the fabric of your clothes, Michael’s hand moved up to the back of your neck and stayed there, petting it like you were some kind of kitten. Danny pulled apart first, breathing for air.

“Fuck…” He cursed in a low voice. You didn’t really catch what was the problem, until your eyes reached his pants. He had an obviously erection. “I’m sorry dude, didn’t mean to happen!” He explained himself to Michael. He didn’t say anything, instead he reach out to his own pants, to touch his own erection, and Danny licked his lips.

“Look what you do to us sweetheart…” Michael made you look at his erected cock, still with his hand on the back of your neck. “What you gonna do about?” Danny asked.

“What about if you make us feel really good sweety? We sure gonna make you feel good..” Michael emphasized the plurality of his question.

“Wait, b-both at the same time?” You added.

“Since you said that you suspected that Dan liked you…I thought that you’d, like to try us both at the same time.” Michael answered back. “Of course, only if you agree.” Danny said in addition. You gave them your consent and Michael lift you up to Carrie you on his shoulder, with his free hand he slapped your ass, the sound echoed through the walls. You hummed in pleasure.

He laid you down in the most comfortable surface he found next to the fire, so you, Danny and himself wouldn’t freeze up. The couch felt okay to you, since there wasn’t much more in there to lay down. Michael caressed your chick once again and proceeded to unzip his overall. His cock popped free, pre-cum leaking from the tip, your mouth was salivating already, and yet there was Danny’s cock, he too unzipped his pants and let out his cock. Michael moved to the side once more so Danny could have space. He pumped his shaft slowly and sat next to you on the sofa, you were starting to get up to attend him when hie stopped you.

“No, not yet y/n, you go first…” he unzipped your own pants now, pulled them down and took your panties away too. Your shirt and other clothes got the same treatment. And now you were fully naked in front of them.

“You’re so damn pretty girl…” Danny moaned out. “You’re lucky Mike.” He added. Danny took off his gloves so he could feel you even better. Warm hands, because of the fabric, met the soft skin of your breasts. He squeezed them gently at first, and you did nothing but moan and huff. Michael was touching himself at the sight of this. Once Danny understood that you were liking what he’s doing, he pinched one of your nipples and you cried out of pleasure, and looked at him. He smiled, he thought if you liked his hands so much you would like his mouth too.

He lean over and cover your left nipple with his mouth. Sucking and twisting, your eyes rolled back in delight and let out a huff. With one of his hands he touched your other breast and with the other he was pumping himself. You heard Michael moan, you were not the only one enjoying this. He was slowly pumping himself, head back as he let out almost an inaudible grunt. You turned your head to see him.

“Come here Mike…come here” You reached your left arm to him, pointing at his girthy cock. His manhood was so big and heavy it barely stood by itself.

He wakes a few steps and you grabbed his sock in your hand, moving your hand up and down in a slow motion, that how he likes it. You were not gonna lie, this wasn’t the first time you two had sex. You know perfectly that he likes it slow at first, then, well then he goes feral. He wasn’t very loud neither, a few grunts or moans here or there, but usually he wouldn’t talk during the act, unless you ask him to. With your free hand you reach down to your core, and you were beyond wet, if that’s even possible. Danny noticed you touching yourself and stopped what he was doing.

“Yo Mike, come see this…she’s so wet dude!” He said passing his fingers over your pussy to gather your own juices. You moaned at the act. Michael got closer and kneeled in front of you, and grabbed you by your chin.

“Look at you, all needy, like slut you are.” You gave him puppy eyes, and he just smirked. Danny exploring your vulva with his hand until he found your clit. Rubbing it in a circular motion you let out little pants. You wanted to look at him but Michael’s grip on your face wouldn’t let you.

“No, no. You look at me as he fingers you.” He said, he was feeling like a little bit mean. You bit your lower lip at his statement. Choked moans and pleas left your mouth as Danny fingers you faster every time he goes in. Your pleasure looking eyes met Michael’s, and he looked back with eyes filled with pure animalistic lust.

“Shit girl…. You’re so wet, please I just want to eat you out…” Danny pleaded. Michael nodded giving him his consent. “Are you okay with that? You want me to eat your pussy?” He wouldn’t do anything without your consent.

“Please…” That’s all you could come up with before closing your eyes, waiting for the warmth of a mouth.

Hi everyone!! I’m back!! This took me a while! In fact, part 2 it’s on my drafts!! Hope you enjoy part one 😏😉

See ya around 🍃🍃

[freakingxloser]

Mickey Altieri - nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Mickey will definitely help you to get clean and cuddle with you afterwards. Will talk about it for sure, ask you if you are okay and if you enjoyed it as well. But that’s gonna happen only if you guys are actually dating and he cares about you. If you are a random one night stand just for his pleasure, he would just get dressed and leave, not giving a damn about how you feel. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part on himself is definitely gonna be his arms. He is aware of his strength (we all saw how he yeeted the girl out of the balcony lmao). Knows how to use it while killing and in his love life as well, holding you in place, or grabbing you by your hips and pulling you closer, wrapping his arms around your body…All about them. 

When it comes to you, I can definitely see that Mickey is a fan of thighs. Loves to see them jiggle, while your whole legs are shaking after a rough session of yours. Mickey loves to play with them, grab on them…or having his head buried in-between them…

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Mickey loves to cum inside you, doesn’t matter if it’s your mouth or your pussy…but actually prefers more to cum in your mouth. It’s the best way to avoid any kind of pregnancy scares plus he absolutely loves when you swallow his load, praises you for it afterwords. He enjoys the view of having his cum spilled all over your tongue. He 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Mickey is extremely jealous and possessive. He hates when other guys even look at you. Doesn’t hesitate to even kill them if they dare to talk to you or even worse…touch you. That drives him absolutely crazy, so he just kills them. Then he may or may not use the same knife during your knife play sessions. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I mean…Mickey is on college. I don’t think he has a lots of experience, but definitely slept with some girls before…so I would just day that he definitely knows what he’s doing. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy for sure. Mickey loves to pound you from behind, the sound when his hips hit your ass, loves to slap your ass or grabbing you by your hair while he mercilessly thrusts into you. Or even surprise you with fingering your ass while already destroying your pussy…you’ll never know. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He definitely doesn’t crack jokes, but will definitely mock you if you cannot even form a proper words during your session. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Mickey definitely keeps himself trimmed down there. But not shaved completely. If you make him do it, be prepared for lots of bitching about it being itchy and uncomfortable. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Don’t expect any rose petals or candles, that’s not his thing. Mickey will shower you praises, having a slow sensual missionary with you, having an eye contact with you or his lips never leaving yours, but not any stereotypical romantic shit. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t jack off when he has you. Why would he? He simply grabs you and fucks you whenever he wants to. Even when he needs you immediately. He will drag you into an empty classroom and bend you over the desk if he really needs it. No needs to masturbate if it’s that easy, right? 

K = Kinks

My man is definitely into blood and knife play. None can tell me otherwise. Consensual non consent is on his mind really often as well. Would absolutely love to just sneak into your room and take you there without saying a word. Mickey is also for sure into somnophilia, it only makes sense imo. And I think Mickey is really into menophilia, he likes period sex and it absolutely drives him crazy, when he can go down on you during your period. Even when you protest, the little sparkle in his eyes when he suggests so makes you allow it to him. He goes really wild down there, licking all of the blood, sucking on your clit, fingering you…licking his fingers clean afterwards, yep…that definitely sounds like Mickey. 

L =  Location (favorite places to do the do)

He definitely prefers your or his bedroom, doesn’t like public places with a risk of getting caught. Mickey doesn’t want anyone to see your beautiful body, that’s why. When he really needs to fuck you during classes, he makes sure all the door are secured and none can actually get in. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Basically anything you wear, that at least a little reveals your thighs turns him on. Or when you walk around your room just in your shirt and underwear when he visits you…yep honey, you won’t get him off of you for hours. Also when he sees that you are needy, he is immediately ready to take you…of course you won’t avoid any teasing, of course he would mock you, tease your clit for ages, not allowing you to cum at first, but no worries, he would make you cum several times after he is done with teasing and mocking. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Mickey is okay with blood, cum or saliva. But other body fluids? Hell no. That’s a big no for him. 

O =  Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) 

He enjoys both, giving and receiving. Of course he enjoys having you on your knees, seeing you playing with his tip in your mouth and sucking on him…and once he has enough of you just playing around forcing his cock deeper in your mouth and making you gag on it, making your eyes all teary is something he could do 24/7. But going down on you, sucking on your clit, licking you, making you cum numerous times just with his mouth is something that brings him pleasure as well. (Especially during your period, but loves to do it even when you’re not.) 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

As we read many times above, Mickey loves it rough and merciless. But our man gets that it’s not just about the speed, but also about the force. He can also have a slow, sensual session with you, but that doesn’t happen often, it’s really rare. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Mickey likes to take his time with you, but if you both are under a time pressure, he is up to it. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

If he has some interesting fantasy, he will for sure include it in your sex life, at least for once. When it comes to taking risk then no, he definitely doesn’t want you to get caught, he doesn’t want anyone else to see your beautiful body. And when it comes to pregnancy risks, also no. He makes sure that you are on the pill or has a plan b ready for you…but spilling his cum all over your tongue is just as satisfying, so he tends to do that more to avoid the risk. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Mickey is a college dude, of course he can fuck like a rabbit. All the time and each round gets longer and longer. He can fuck you for hours, until you feel tired and cannot take it anymore. But he would definitely continue after you falling asleep (with your consent, if he loves/likes you…if you are just a random girl, well…he won’t bother with consent).

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I cannot see Mickey using a big variety of them, but ropes, handcuffs or anal toys that he would use on you? Hell yeah. But from what he could deduce from the movie…I can positively say that his fav “toy“ is a knife…

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, Mickey would tease the shit out of you…especially if you were teasing him whole day at school. He won’t stop until you beg him to finally do something. But this motherfucker loves to hear you beg, so…it’s gonna take you a lot of begging until he actually gives you what you want. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Mickey is not really loud, just when he gets closer and closer to his orgasm. Of course there is a lot of heavy breathing going on, but more he focuses on those lovely noises you make. Mickey absolutely loves to hear you moan or whimper, or hearing your little sobs while you are overstimulated and cannot take it anymore…oh he would die for those. 

W =  Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Mickey wants to know everyone that you are his. He is for sure obsessed with you. So because of that, he leaves marks on you. Sometimes its just random bites or hickeys on you neck, other days it’s bruises…or his name craved into your skin. Loves to just carve his name into your thighs or ass and lick your bloody wounds clean, since his obsession with blood is slightly getting out of hand too. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I think Mickey is slightly above average, definitely thicker… definitely pleasurable. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Mickey has a HIGH sex drive, okay? Probably not higher than desire to go on a killing spree, but still…Mickey would fuck whole day every day if he could. Sometimes during weekends he just refuses to let you leave the bed. When you get up after one round of lazy morning sex, thinking that you’re gonna have as shower and then do something productive, but Mickey is already behind you, making sure you have the right company in the shower, playing with your pussy, gently rubbing your clit, before pushing you against the shower wall and pounding into you again…I do not need to tell you what happens after shower, right?

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As I said before…If he cares about you, he will make sure that you’re okay, cuddle with you, talk to you and then fall asleep. But If he doesn’t, he just passes out or leaves you immediately. 

[jinuaei]

Yandere slasher/nearsighted darling - Roomies

Warning: supposedly yandere

So apparently the person you talked to last night was NOT your roomie, because her corpse was found 10 feet away from the house, hanged and gutted like a fish. You learned this the morning after, when a police officer knocked on your door which prompted you to wake up scrambling for your glasses, the interrogation was nerve wracking considering you just woke up and was immediately told that your roommate died. Luckily, you were able to explain where you were and what you were doing during the time she got slaughtered, it was around the same time you were on the phone with your friend, just moments before you made dinner. Still, you think the police consider you as a suspect considering your roommate died the day you finally moved in. Wait, who was that guy anyway? Shit, you forgot to tell the police officer about them.

You would be lying if you said you were sad, scared yes, but sad? Not really, you just met her after all, and the only time that you met it was when she ignored you after opening the front door. But now you’re in a small dilemma, should you live alone and bear the rent all by yourself or find a roomie to split the bills?

… 

Yeah no, you can’t afford to rent the whole house, not only that, you barely know anyone in the town and your way around it. Maybe it’s better to find a new roomie, hopefully they are better than your old one, R.I.P to her…you didn’t even know her name, and now you feel horrible. 

Shaking your head, you open your laptop to write an advertisement for a roommate, listing down the price for their part of the pay and other details. After pressing send you get up from your seat, you go downstairs to make some lunch for yourself, I should start finding a job… Which you did after eating your lunch. The day goes by without a hitch and you’re honestly glad about that, still, it’s pretty weird knowing that a murder happened so near the house. Ah, you should lock the doors and windows before going to bed.

Lost in your thoughts you almost didn’t notice the doorbell ringing. Confusion turned into worry as you did not expect anybody today, especially 7pm at night, is it the person from last night? You shook your head and walked towards the door, looking at the peephole to see who it was. A random guy is on your front porch! What the fuck? Your first reaction was to panic but you were able to calm yourself, maybe the guy just needed help, that’s all. 

The door opens with a slight creak and the person behind the door peers between the crack, eyes darting towards the man. “Do you need anything sir…?” 

“I’m here for the ad for a roommate? Is this the right house?”, Look at you, so nervous, so adorable. His expression is one of politeness but inside, the urge to kill you right here is winning against his plan to let you live and use you as an alibi of sorts. But when you fully open the door and greet him with a smile, the latter won without question…That was too quick of a decision, even for him. Whatever, you’ll be more useful alive anyways

[gender-mailman]

Ghostface pitch/kismesis selfship flag!

Flag to represent those who kismesissically selfship, or one of the characters they kismesissically selfship with, is Ghostface from Scream

Coined by me. Requested by @kiruliom. Tagging: @fictoflags

[hottestwitchinthefog]

YOU LITTLE SHIT GIVE ME BACK PHILLY I WASNT DONE PRINTING ALL THE MORI PHOTOS ON IT YET. IF EVEN A SINGLE ONE IS DELETED IM TUNNELING YOUR ASS NEXT TIME I SEE YOU I SWEAR ON THE ENTITY. I KNOW YOU TOOK IT, SUSIE RATTED YOU OUT.

Btw are we still on for trivia next week or no?

- Danny

BE GLAD IT WAS PHILLY AND NOT YOUR MASK. YOU DESERVED IT FOR BRINGING EVERYONE TO BONEYARD. NOT ALL OF US ARE THE ENTITY'S FAVORITE *DANNY BOY* ITS H O T IN BONEYARD AND I AM RED HEADED. NO SOUL, NO HEAT TOLERANCE. Absolutely we are, I managed to convince Dredge to let us have Trivia Night at his place this time, so be at the garden after trials. I'm bringing cheese filled pretzel bites : D

[acitybythelightunited]

You forgot Scream when he was fed up with how dumb yall are ahahaha! Why do they always turn into serial killers after Harvard? Must be a power trip with betas? Always collecting crimson pools.

MATTHEW LILLARD’S PUNK PHASE • Hackers (1995) • Senseless (1998) • SLC Punk! (1998)

[ants-personal]

Ghostface Johnny would be obsessed with Vince's tattoos. Wants to touch them and trace them and ask about meanings. Sometimes an out of the mask fingertip trace that's eerily similar to a tracing move Ghostface did with his knife

OH Nonnnnieeeeeeeee you you get me

Like ironic this post by @leadmetothegardenbetty crosses my dash woth vinces tattoos

Ghostface johnny would be a little jealous he jas a jason mask on his arm and not ghostface himself infact at one point he makes a point to slash across it as ghostface hed also mention how he wants to skin his tattoos off and hang them up like trophies

Which is something johnny outside the costume mentions as well fingernail dragging along aggressively enough to welt up thinks they are the most beautiful things he wants to lick and bite them

He thinks the duck detective is cute and hed lay in vinces lap while asking about them as they share a cigarette johnny smiling as vince explains and flexs the ones on his biceps

[sixgills]

Ghosface 👻🔪

[morimemichael]

Not Allowed

Dbd!Myers x f!Reader

Reader it’s new to the realm, she gets a good first impression on everyone; killer and survivor. Tho there’s certain someone who seams to became too obsessed with her. She doesn’t get it, she thinks this killer hates her with all their guts. Sooner than later she finds that some interactions and relationships are not allowed in the realm.

WG: Some angst and cursing Michael actually talks but this is not actually a warning lol mentions of death, blood and gore. Michael and Ghostface have a bromance cause deep down they are besties. Dbd!Michael it’s based on RZ! Michael here. Use if y/n twice on the entire fic. Ghostface removes his mask. Michael removes his mask. Big old Pewpaw Kazan Yamaoka, aka, the ink is a great hugger. Happy ending(?)

You were brand new to the realm, like a new born baby. You didn’t understand what was going on, one night you went to bed and the next thing you know it’s the uncomfortable feeling of grass and wood sticks on your back. This was beyond clear that it wasn’t your bed.

You woke up scared as hell in an unknown forest to you, it’s was late at night you could tell and you didn’t met a single soul this far. All of that was vanished when the sound of what it seemed a camp fire stroked your ears, and for your surprise it wasn’t just a camp fire you could distinguish the sound of human voices too. It didn’t seem too far from were you currently were. So you walked a little faster while covering your chest with your own arms in a sutil attempt to combat the cold weather.

You stepped closer to the people in the camp fire to ask for help and maybe an answer to what was going on here. As you got closer could see a bunch of girls and a few boys. One of the girls had red hair and running clothes, the Oder one had short black hair, she was wearing glasses, the other one had also shirt hair, she was wearing a black and red shirt and loosen pants, on the other side; one of the boys was tall with very short black hair and when you herd him taking he had a british accent, the other boy had also black hair but it reached the mid of his face.

“Uhm, excuse me?” You said. Your voice low but clear. The red hair girl turned around to look at you. Suddenly everyone stopped talking.

“Oh my god…” The red hair girl stated. “Guys…I think we have a new partner!” She continued.

Everyone smiled at you and presented themselves. It turned out the red hair girl’s name was Meg Thomas, the girl with the glasses was Claudette Morel, the other girl was Nea Karlson, the British guy was David King and the other guy was Jake Park.

“Did you just arrived?” Claudette asked.

“Yeah…I don’t know where I am.” You stated.

“What’s your name girl?” Meg asked.

“Where are you from?” Another question, this time Jake.

“She’s gonna need a lot of help.” You herd David talking.

“Guys, why don’t we just let her sit with us and let her talk?” Nea said. It was the first time she talked.

You smiled for the first time.

You sat next to Meg and Nea and proceeded to tell every detail about you, your name, your age, where were you from. You told them that last night you had a fight with your parents and when you went to sleep you woke up here.

“We get you, we really do.” Jake spoke.

Everyone told you their personal story. How they end up here, but most important of all they told you what was going on in this place.

“There’s uhm…there’s something that we call the entity, that rules all of this place. She can do what she pleases with us and with everyone.” Nea talked looking at you.

“To survive and to keep every thing, no matter how small it might be, here with us, like some food and water, we have to go through trials.” Jake explained.

“Trials?” You asked confused.

“Yeah, we must repair five generators to open the exit gates.” Meg continued.

“That’s it? Just five generators? It’s a piece of cake…” you laughed.

“I wouldn’t say that if i were you…” David looked at you.

“Why not?” You talked back.

David sight, then he explained the most difficult part.

“We must face a killer that will be with us in the same place.”

“WHAT!? A real killer? Like from slasher movies?” You stated.

“Yes, a real killer.” David stated.

“N-no, no, I wanna go home, please!” You yell at the sky hopping this entity would hear you and somehow pity you.

Everyone looked at you with sad eyes, they knew you weren’t going home anytime sooner.

“Wish we could do something about it, I’m so sorry.” Jake spoke again after a long time.

You moved your head to the sides and looked down, a long sigh scapes your mouth. “Shit…” that’s all that came from you. Everyone remained silent for a while until you spoke again.

“So, how this trial thing works?”

“Well, the entity select some of us for the trial, four survivors to be exact. To help you in the trial you can carrie an object with you, this objects being a toolbox or a flashlight or a med kit and others. Every object has their own use, the toolbox can be use on the generators or to sabotage the hooks the killer use to hook us, by the way; the killer’s main goal is to hook us all in those hooks, flashlights are meant to blind the killer and save your teammates that se going to get hook, and last but not least the med kit as its name suggests can be use to heal yourself or your teammates. Also when you get hook-“ Claudette was interrupted by survivors who just came back from a trial. Four survivors emerged from the dar fog of this place.

“Gosh, that trial was so easy, I need something more challenging!” A young girl with blonde hair spoke.

“Hey Laurie, who was the killer this time?” David asked her.

Laurie? Like the same Laurie from the Halloween movies? You thought to yourself. The intrigue of knowing if you were right was eating your brain, you know you wouldn’t last any longer so you had to ask her.

“The trickster.” This girl said looking at David.

“Uhm excuse me, Laurie? Like Laurie Strode form the Halloween movies?” You finally asked her.

“Yes! I’m her. You must be new right?” She smiled back at you.

“Yes, in fact I got here a few moments ago.” You then proceed to present yourself.

“So nice to meet you! I know we’re gonna be good friends, watcha say new girl?” Laurie had a content face. New girl huh? You liked the new nickname.

“I hope so! By the way I loved that nickname!” Laurie smiled back at your words.

Nea joined your conversation with Laurie explaining further more how the trials work.

“Continuing with the trials, we’re gonna spawn in a map. In this map you will find certain constructions you can use to loop the killer, evade them or confuse them.

“Ok.” You listen very carefully to what Nea said.

Sooner than later you realize that some of the survivors that came with Laurie were from the Resident Evil game franchise. Leon and Jill were here, you wondered if others form the same games were too. You smiled when you saw Chris and Claire in this place too. You presented yourself like you did with everyone else and they seemed to like you as much as the rest did.

“We should tell you that some survivors came along with their respective killers, generally they are related to them. For example, Leon and me came along with Nemesis.” Jill explained.

“So…if you guys came along with Nemesis that means you Laurie came along with M-“

“Yes, I came along with Michael Myers.” She finished the sentence for you. The second you hear that afirmation you knew you no longer wanted to get back home.

“Gosh that’s awesome! I love the Halloween movies, as much as the Resident Evil games or the Scream movies. I love Halloween season so much, and Halloween loves me.” You gave the guys a mischievous smile.

“That’s great! But do let me tell you that most of the killers aren’t nice as us survivors. Some of them lack empathy and act rude. Tho I have to say some killers are nice sometimes.” Leon’s voice was calm but it sounded firm.

“I see, so uhm…Michael?” Your question was meant to find out how he acts in this place.

“Well, Michael has his “I think I could spare you” moments sometimes, but most of the time he just hooks us…he’s very accurate I would say.” Laurie didn’t have anything left to say about Michael.

You couldn’t help but feel a mix of disappointment and excitement, you wanted to face him so bad by now. Eventually the time for your first trial came, thankfully you weren’t alone, Laurie got picked too. You asume that the most optimal object to take with yourself for your first trial was med kit.

Soon the trial started and you couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw that the killer you were going against was none other than Michael Myers himself. You were over excited, you wanted to say hi, let him know how much you liked his movies. You wander how he was going to act this time, you assumed since you were new maybe he could spare you. He was lurking near the generator you were currently working on, unaware you were conscious he was there.

Something inside you made you leave the generator and get closer to Michael. You could see he was stalking Jill, who was also picked with you, David was here too, somewhere on the map. You got closer and closer to Michael until you were near his back. The sound of a wood stick breaking under your feet gave you away. He stopped on his track and tilted his head to the left making you know he heard you. Your heart was ricing at this point. He turned around completely to face you. You could hear him breathing behind his mask. His blueish eyes analyzing you. The leafs under his feet made a cracking noise as he slowly walked towards you. Walking in circles around you he kept looking you up and down. Something form you caught his attention, maybe you reminded him form someone, he didn’t know. One thing was certain, besides looking you he was also stalking you. He made a final step in front of you, this time he was very near you. You instantly thought it was your end when he lifted his kitchen knife at you. You closed your eyes ready to get hit and downed, but the empty feeling of nothing tearing your flesh apart made you open your eyes. Yes, he was still there but his didn’t made a single move against you, he didn’t even tried to down you.

“I-i uhm know you! I love your movies.” You didn’t know why you said that. You felt so stupid. He didn’t answer of course he just tilted his head to the left.

He started moving forward through the map that’s stroke you late it was Haddonfield. You were following him, you didn’t fully understand why he didn’t try to kill you or stab you. Asking him questions didn’t seemed a bad idea to you tho. “So, how you end up here?” And another one “How long have you been here?” And another “Why don’t you talk?”, “Don’t you miss your home?”, “I told you i love your movies right? I think i did..” You even told him your name and your age and the place you came form, even how you end up here. But he never answered, all he did was stopping whenever you asked something and turn around to look at you.

Later than sooner you realize he was heading toward Laurie, who happened to see all the interactions between Michael and you.

“New girl? What are you doing?! RUN!” She screamed at you. She stepped forward to grab your hand, and just as she saw Michael was going for you she stepped in the middle of you to. Michael grabbed her instead. He grabbed Laurie by the throat and buried the long kitchen knife in her abdomen.

“OH MY GOD LAURIE!” You scream in panic. The young blond girl struggled against Michael who buried the knife deeper fully killing her.

“LEAVE HER ALONE PLEASE, DON’T HURT HER!” Blood leaving Laurie’s body as he throws her on the street asphalt. He lowered his knife for a second and walked to your side, he looked again at you, this time inches away from your face. You closed your eyes waiting for your inevitably fate, which it never came. He lifted his knife again and went for the rest of the survivors, Jill and you were left until it was only you.

“Shit…” you muttered to yourself. You were just meters away from Michael who was facing back at you and still had his knife up.

You heard a little noice of something opening near you, but Michel herd it too. This time walking towards you, ready to curse him you saw how he walked pass you a few meters away and turned to look at you again, this time putting his knife down. He look down at what it seemed to you like a little door on the street, and look back up at you. You didn’t understand. You catch up with him and looked him dead in his dark eyes.

“Fuck..you..and this place and your stupid movies!!” He gestured down to the little gate again.

“I don’t get it!! I don’t know what it means…freak.” You were really starting to hate him, or you were just scared. Claudette didn’t finish to tell you that this things happen frequently. Deaths happen frequently, but you just didn’t know it. Michael gestured one last time to the little door and then looked up at you.

“FUCK! I don’t want it! Screw you bastard!” You push him a little bit, you knew this time you went too far when he grabbed you by your throat and push you against the nearest parked car. You tried your best to hit him hard, unfortunately he didn’t even react.

“I-i can’t…can’t breath Mich-michael…” You felt your air leaving your lungs. He gave you his signature look and move his knife closer to you. Then you finally felt it. Cold, it sting like, you finally felt the pain. Then all over again, and again, and again. He stabbed you, more than once. He wasn’t stabbing vital points, he was going slow.

“Please…” You pleaded, in vain, cause he didn’t stop. Instead he got out all the knife and finally stabbed you deeper. Little pain sounds scaped your mouth, and for the first time on this place you cried. Then all turned black. Just like that you were gone.

Michael put your body down, surprisingly with gentle moves. He kept looking at your dead body noticing what was left of your tears. He wasn’t going to kill you. When he saw you for the first time moments ago something woke up in him, he didn’t know what it was. You intrigued him in a way nothing ever did before. He wasn’t bother by your questions, the first time he looked at you was because he didn’t know what to do, he analyzed your gestures your face, your eyes...the other times he stopped when you asked him a question was on purpose, he wanted to look at your precios eyes just to be sure he wasn’t making it all up. He didn’t want to kill you, but…why did you act like that? He wanted you to leave, damn he even offered you the hatch. The second those hurting words left your mouth he felt attacked. He was trying to be nice, to do something nice…why couldn’t you be nice to him too? He was hurt, you caught his attention, but you hurt him. Why? You even said you loved his movies, why were you being so rude to him? He let his knife fell to the street, looking down he brought one hand to his masked face and one single scream was heard on Haddonfield that night. He was the only one left there.

The feeling of your death still lingered on your body the first time you came back to the camp fire. Laurie, Jill and David were already there due to that they have been killed earlier before you. You couldn’t help but feel awful.

“He…killed…he killed us. Like we were nothing.” You sounded so disgusted.

“Yeah new girl…most of the time it is like this. We forgot to tell you that killers hook survivors to sacrifice them to the entity. Or sometimes they can kill us with their own hand…like Michael did.” Laurie explained. You were so relieved to know that even if you or anyone gets killed they came back.

“I tried to be nice…i-i really did. I even want sure if he was going to kill me, but then he got you Laurie…” You continued.

“I saw all of it. And it was rare! He never acted like that with new survivors.” Laurie exclaime surprised.

“What you mean?” You replied back.

“He wasn’t just stalking you…he seemed to be analyzing you as well…who knows for what or why?” Laurie confirmed.

“Well that didn’t go well did it? I think he hates me…”

“I think he saw something in you. He likes you…” Laurie’s word were spoken so low you didn’t hear her, tho the rest of the survivors did, and they shared the same theory. Because killers can be nice sometimes, you heard killers like Ghostface, or Deathslinger, or even Oni had a good side….but Michael? He was known to be nice just three or four times since he got in the realm. It was unusual his behavior. And they know it, specially Laurie who came with him and Danny the Ghostface who seemed to grow closer to Michael over the years.

On the other hand, in the distant across the camp fire were the killers. They were all in the same place, hanging and resting like survivors did. It existed a physical barrier that separated the camp fire form the killers. Both survivor and killer could get near this barrier but couldn’t cross it. Survivors could meet the killers on trials or if the decided to go to certain map or place. Once there they could interact. But some interactions were not allowed. It’s not like something bad would happen to the survivor or the killer, it was the fact that the entity didn’t want that in her realm. It was known that when a killer didn’t do well in the trial, the entity would punish them, maybe she would make them see something they fear or hurt them the most, something about their past maybe. This only happens when the entity consideres it necessary.

Danny, Kazan, Caleb and Herman were watching the trial. They were also surprised Michael tried to spare the new girl. Of course the also saw how you rejected the offer. Michael came back to the other side of the camp fire with the rest of the killers, head pointing down.

“Hey Mike, you’re okay?” Danny asked him, his vice distant due to the ghost face mask. Michael didn’t answer he just looked at him. It’s not that they didn’t hear him talking tho, this time he just chose to remain silent and walk away. Danny was going to follow him but Caleb stopped him.

“Leave him be, give him some space…” Danny looked at him, then his head turned to look at Michael walking away. His eyes looked down behind his mask. He then decided to walk away too.

“Rejection can hurt.” Kazan said. His English still had a fainted Japanese accent.

“Sure does.” Herman added.

Michael made sure there was nobody with him. Once he realized he was all alone, his hands reached the bottom of his mask and pulled it up, reveling his face. Long blond and a little dirty hair covered part of his face. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your eyes, the way you walked with him while asking questions, your hair, your face…then he remembered those harsh words leaving your mouth. He wanted to understand, he needed to understand so bad why, why did you do that? He was trying to be nice, he usually isn’t. He knows he’s mean, selfish, he has a dark twisted heart, if he even had one. He find himself surprised by the choice of letting you go, to leave through the hatch. He lives for the hunt, the cat and mouse play, the adrenaline he feels when he kills. He’s no good and he knows it very well. On the other hand he felt hurt at your words…he felt…something was wrong with him, it must be right? He never experienced anything let along feelings. So he got to the conclusion that he was just offended by some words. You had offended him, yet here he is, thinking non stop of you.

Back to the others, Caleb was taking with Kazan.

“I think…I think he either likes her or she became his obsession. I mean, she seems like a nice girl, we didn’t cross paths yet. He’s the first one she goes against.” Said Caleb.

“Dark, twisted, small and very broken, but he has it.” Kazan abruptly said. Caleb wasn’t following.

“Excuse me?

“Soul.” Kazan explained. “His soul is dark, twisted, small and very broken, but he has one.” He finished. Caleb rises an eyebrow at Kazans words as to say he is not understanding him.

“Souls, I can see. Souls, I can sense.” Kazan said.

“It’s that so? How’s mine then?” Caleb teased.

“Baka…” It wasn’t rare at all for the Oni to speak Japanese now and then, he just told Caleb he’s a moron.

“Oh come on Kazan! You know my Japanese it’s not fresh!” Caleb protested then saw Kazan walking away.

Days turned into weeks in the realm and you were getting better at trials and so far killer you face killer you got to like you, not as much as Michael apparently. The things with him didn’t change unfortunately. Whenever you two go against each other he tries to give you hatch even if he didn’t sacrifice anyone. All the words that left your mouth were hate words and curse words. You decided if he was going to hate you you will hate him back. Tho deep down you didn’t like that idea. Now and then you catch yourself waking pass the limit of the barrier, just in case you see him. At this point it was like a dynamic. You would face him in a trial, get at his nerves, sometimes he would try to give the hatch anyway but you always complain. And that ends in painful death. You felt like he kills you slower than the rest on purpose. He won’t admit that he also walks pass the limit of the barrier, but in his case he does see you, he sees everything thing you say or do. Of course he does this intentionally. He doesn’t know why he keeps torturing you like he does, or even why he keeps torturing himself watching you knowing nothing will ever happen. Maybe all he wants is to make you hurt, because that way he gets to hear you begging him and saying his name so low.

Michael…please. Stop it.

A soft beg said in a soft voice. All you ever mean by this is for him to stop killing you like he does. He gets you sacrificed sometimes, but you rather get sacrificed a million times than to feel the cold of his kitchen knife stabbing you deep in your guts in the most slow way possible.

By now, you have met all the survivors and went against every killer. But you were closer to Laurie, Nea, Jill, Leon, Yun Jin, Feng, Yui, Oni, Ghostface, the Deathslinger, the Spirit and Wesker. It’s not like you didn’t like the rest of killers and survivors, you just were closer with some. You would often speak with Wesker to hear about genetic stuff, and then you would tease him about some random word you thought it was funny. He would look at you and say something like:

“Hey don’t push me new girl, you will not want me to go Michael!” He laughed. His sense of humor was evident not shared with yours.

“That was not funny Albert.” You said, he looked down.

“I apologize.”

“Rude..” You smiled when you heard Kazan saying that when Albert left.

This far you couldn’t really complain about your staying here. You wish things with Michael were different tho. There was this time when you faced The Doctor, and you were carrying a flashlight, you were getting good at flashlight saves, everything was laugh and fun. You blind him several times, and save your teammates a couple of other time too.

“Hey stop it with the flashlight, new girl! I can call you new girl too right?” Herman asked, annoyed but with a yet friendly tone. In response you pointed the flashlight to his face and granted permission to call you bay your nickname.

“Come on!!! Stop it! I’m warning ya!” He yeld.

“Or what doc?” You really weren’t taking him seriously. Next thing you know is you’re hooked then unhooked, and hooked again. The second time one of your teammates unhooked you, Herman tunneled you and killed you with his own hands.

When you came back to the camp fire you were laughing like a maniac. You really had a good time, not fully caring if you got tunneled or not. Michael, on the other hand, didn’t like that. Not.a.single.bit.

What happened next? The next trial you went on, you and Feng were the only ones left, and guess what? Your were going against Michael, again. This time was different, he actually down you with normal hits and hooked you, it was your first hook when Feng tried to rescue you. It’s not necessary to say Michael grabbed her before she could unhook you. He grabbed poorFeng by the neck and then looked at you, then back at Feng, she knew what was coming. He killed her with his own hand many times before, she didn’t mind at this point. But you? Oh boy you did care…

“Michael…” You say terrified. He tilted his head, he didn’t say a single word but you knew he meant to say “what?” He lift her from the ground and started to get his knife out.

“No please…Michael,” You knew he saw that trial with Herman, you were having fun with the flashlight, then you got tunneled, but you didn’t care, why did he? You could tell it was some type of pay back on Herman, because Feng was his survivor. But..you weren’t his…

Of course Michael was getting his pay back, he just wasn’t going to admit it to you. Pay back exactly for what? For the tunneling? Or maybe was cause he saw you laughing and having fun with Herman instead of him. He thinks he deserves that from you too. Or maybe not, by the way he kept killing you he didn’t doubt why you hated him so much. He just didn’t know what to do. Deep down he must feel that he has to hurt you bad because you hurted him, you kind of rejected him, and one part of him resented you for that. But his other part knows that giving you the worst death of the trial was the only way to get you to talk nicely to him…the way you beg…maybe he wanted so bad to hear you beg cause he couldn’t let himself beg you for attention, for that thing he felt only wfor his mother and his little baby sister, a little bit of love.

Him? Begging? Michael Myers never begged. Victims beg him for mercy, beg him to spare them. He wouldn’t allowed to do that himself.

“Please!!! PLEASE!! LET HER GO!” He didn’t listen any of your words, and the tip of his knife threatened to go deeper into Feng’s belly. You didn’t know what else to do, what else could you say.

“I’m sorry Michael! I’m so sorry, it’s my fault!” The desperate plea for Michael to stop for a second. He knew you didn’t mean to apologize for how you been treating each other. You meant that Feng death was your fault. He turned to look at you. For a second you thought you got it, he would stop. Reality hitter you like a truck when you heard Feng’s desperate cries of pain.

“NOO! PLEASE! FENG!” You cried and sobbed hard. “I’m so sorry Feng.” You apologized to your already dead friend laying on the cold snow of Ormond.

“Why…” Tears falling from your eyes like waterfalls. “Why are you doing this to me? Why I’m not even allowed to have friends…I need them Michael…” you continued.

He remained silent.

“I fucking hate you…your making it impossible for me to be here!” You reclaim.

Imposible for her? He thought. You were the one who put his world and all he knew this entire time upside down. If your harsh words hurt him, this hurt him even more. All of a sudden he got closer to you, and closer….to the point you two were face to face. He hit you with his knife while you were hooked. It was already too late when he noticed that the sharp blade of his knife had cut deep on your throat.

Your face of sudden realization he sliced your throat and your were bleeding out was too much for him. He closes his eyes every time he kills you, but this was too much. This felt way more painful that his normal killing mode. Tears running down your face as you tried to cover your bloody throat in pain. Not being able to tolerate seeing you die like this in so, so much pain, Michael left. He left you there alone to die in the cold.

The trial ended and Michael came back before you, stepping into the other side of the camp fire with the rest of the killers, he was met with Danny, Kazan and Herman.

“Bro…was cutting her throat open really necessary there?” Danny asked him, not really judging him, cause after all you got sacrificed and that what counted. Michael leaned back against the nearest tree there. He looked at Danny, and for the first time since he met you he decided that talking wasn’t going to hurt him that bad.

“No it wasn’t. I don’t know why I did that.” He answered Danny’s question.

Herman decided to join the conversation too.

“Are you okay Michael?” Herman asked. Michael didn’t reply what he expected. He looked at Herman, and for one second he felt ashamed of what he did to Feng Ming, but specifically why he did it. And then something he never thought he would say.

“I’m sorry about Feng Ming.” Herman opened his eyes more…if that was even possible.

Michael gathered himself from the tree and walk away. Kazan made a gesture to Danny. Follow him, that’s what he was tending to say. Needless to say Danny got the hint almost immediately. Danny stood up and quickly tried to put up with Michael.

On the camp fire side, desperate cries and tears came down your face. It turns out that, since Michael cutted your throat while you were still on hooked, when you came back you found out by Laurie’s words that a thin but long scar adorned you neck. You couldn’t believe it. You loved using necklaces and stuff, but now? You wouldn’t be able to use one without the scar sticked to your neck like a bad tattoo.

“I can’t believe this…” You cried. You were so weak that Laurie was holding you by your left arm as Rebecca told you to go to the medical support room, which it was only another part of the camp fire, but with the few things Rebecca could gathered around to help, heal and examine other’s wounds.

“It’s ok girl…we got you.” Laurie reaffirmed. You wouldn’t stop crying. Rebecca was walking in front of you, and Laurie still by your side. You heard a distant “Michael wait!” You recognized that voice immediately.

Ghostface…Danny. You thought. You knew He was close with Michael so you figured out he must be with him.

If I see him I’ll kill him. You thought to yourself. Of course you knew the odds of actually killing a Killer were none, %0. But this time Michael has gone too far and now all you wanna do is tell him how bad he has hurt you. Was he even going to react at your words? Probably not. You turn to look at your left were the barrier was, and you were right. Ghostface was trying to keep up the pace walking Michael had. Laurie seemed to notice you notice Michael on the other side, and gesture to Rebecca to stay with you for a moment.

“Hey, Michael…HEY!” She spoke caughting his attention. Michael stopped and turned to look at Laurie as she got closer and closer to the barrier.

“What’s your deal with her?! You went too far this time! She came back crying and sobbing like an animal!” Michael didn’t react to her words, which only made you angrier. You stepped closer to the barrier as well next to Laurie, this time you were beyond hurt.

“Why…? Why you hate me su much?!” That’s all you could ask.

Michael looked at you but to he was showing no emotions, and you were really starting to suspect it was not due to his mask, you truly believed he hates you for something you couldn’t completely understand.

“You know what? Fuck it I’m done trying to talk to you and to ask-no, beg you to speak back to me and tell me what I did wrong…” tears running down your face.

Michael saw you crying, leaning against Laurie for help. The effort you did in your last trial with him was too much to handle for your little frame. Besides, the feeling of getting your throat cut open was awful. His eyes looked down behind his mask, he couldn’t stand seeing you like this. The sound of your cries and sobbing were tearing through his chest, straight to his heart, if he even had one. He didn’t put a name to what he was feeling and experience when you were with him or near him, all he knew was death, blood and pain. He couldn’t afford to feel anything else…right? With that in mind he turned around and walk away silently.

“Yeah, walk away…like you always do.” You said in a low tone. Throat still hurting for the previous abused it received. He pretend no to listen to what you say. He couldn’t help but feel how something inside started to break.

Michael wondered if the entity was going to do something about this eventually. Little did he know that in reality, the entity was amazed by you and how you treated Michael the first time you met him. Needless to say, that the entity knew how both of you felt for each other. And the only reason she was going to allow what she was going to do, was because she knew both, you and Michael, would react eventually and arrange the differences between you two.

The entity had a plan.

Michael kept stalking you from the dark the rest of the night, that’s how he found out you wanted a choker to cover up the nasty scar. He wasn’t alone tho, Danny was with him. “Ahh…I really would like a choker.” Those were your exact words.

“You heard that Mike?” Danny asked looking at him, smiling behind his mask. Michael nodded.

“I..want to apologize..for..everything I did to her.” Michael said, looking down, eyes to coward to look at you complaining about the scar, a scar he gave you.

“Hey! Now we’re talking!” Danny’s voice a little bit enthusiastic. “How you plan on doing that? I don’t think by just saying that she will even consider to forgive you man…”

“I’ve got an idea…” Michael looked at Danny, then proceeded to whisper in his covered ear what he was going to do.

“It sounds great Mike! You’ll will need lots of paper and fabric. Maybe your mask supplies might work that thing as well!” Danny said looking at your throat’s scar.

“I’m going to Haddonfield.” And with That Michael made his way to his own home town.

Michael spent all night on Haddonfield working on something to give you as for an apology. On the other hand, you didn’t do much, you didn’t had trials that day, until like 6 o’clock you spent your time talking with Kazan, and Danny.

“I don’t like my scar…”

“Scars are sings of fight, if you survive fights it means your strong, therefor scars shows strength.” Kazan spoke.

“I agree with this big red guy here.” Danny added.

“I guess your right guys.”

Somewhere meters away from you, on the killer side, Evan and Caleb were sharing a interesting conversation. You see, Evan since he’s been here long before most of the killers he can speak with the entity sometimes.

“So…your telling me the entity’s plan is basically hope for the best? There’s no way we can know how he will react to it. He has never been punished before!” Caleb said.

“We gotta trust her plan Caleb.” Evan said, his gaze looking up where the entity is supposed to be.

“I hope she don’t do wrong.”

“She never does, Caleb. She never does.”

Time passed and you keep talking with Kazan and Danny from your side of the camp. Danny telling you something about his camera you didn’t quite catch the meaning. It was so specific and technical you didn’t even try to understand it. Then you asked Kazan to tell you everything he knew about the Samurai. You’ve always loved Japanese culture, you wanted to go someday to japan too.

“I would have loved to travel to Japan…” Your voice flooded with sadness.

“It’s so beautiful…my country…I don’t doubt you would have love it.” Kazan replays.

You were so focused on your conversation with Kazan and Danny that you didn’t notice Michael joining them. When you saw him all the joy on your face instantly disappeared. It’s like you couldn’t had one minute alone, not even a day! Kazan and Danny didn’t understand your sudden change of mood.

“What the hell do you want now?” You said, eyes wouldn’t dare to leave that white mask of his.

Both Kazan and Danny looked at each other, raised their shoulders until they looked behind themselves.

“Guys, can we move somewhere else please? I don’t have time nor the energy to deal with this freak.” You said looking dead to Michael’s eyes. Danny examined Michael for a moment and noticed something in his right hand.

“New girl…” Danny looked at you.

“What??” You already sounded pissed.

“Please, just give him a moment…” He said. It was the first time you heard The Ghostface say “please”, so for the sake of it you listed.

Michael stepped closer to the barrier, Danny and Kazan gave him space so his now was positioned in the middle. He reached his right hand to the edge of the barrier beneath him and tossed something to your side. You looked at it confused.

“I don’t get it, the hell do you want?!” You yeld at him.

Michael looks down at the object then back up at you. He wanted you to grab it. You sigh ruin discomfort as you bent down to grab it. Still didn’t catching what it was. All you knew it was soft to the touch.

“And I’m still don’t getting it, maybe I’m just stupid or perhaps you should fucking talk to me already!!” You were getting angrier every minute.

“I think you should open it..” Kazan has an idea of what could it been, you said earlier that you hated your scar, so he though maybe it was a necklace. You looked at Danny for his opinion too. He just nodded.

“Agh!! The things I do for you guys…” You said, your voice still angry. Michael couldn’t help but to feel bad you wanted to spend time with them but not with him.

Your eyes filled with anger when you saw this thing was a choker, and you didn’t even know why. Deep down you wanted to forgive him, you just couldn’t seem to find a reason.

“Sorry.” A single word scaped Michael’s mouth. It was the first time he ever spoke to you. Yet you felt it wasn’t enough. This wasn’t a worthy apology.

“Sorry? SORRY?! That’s all you could came up with?

“New girl, I think you shou-“ You didn’t let Danny finish.

“Your pathetic! Your fucking pathetic you hear me? I can’t believe I told you I loved your movies. How I regret that, I regret being nice to you..” You were angry as ever.

The bad treat continued, once, twice..you couldn’t count how many bad, nasty and hurting things you said to him.

“Childish!”

“Coward!”

“Fuckin evil!!”

“I hope you die fucking bastard, I want you dead!”

You tossed back the choker to the other side in contempt, and when you finished something scaped your mouth. Something that even in the most agitated of situations you wouldn’t even think of saying.

“Your mom was a fucking whore, a filthy slut. I bet she didn’t even wanted to have you in the first place!! Why don’t you just leave me alone, damn it!” You yelled at him hitting the invisible barrier that separated you from him and your friend killers. You knew thanks to the movie his mom used to be a stripper. His heart skipped a bit when you said that. Now he knew for sure he had a heart.

If he was hurt before now he was torn to pieces. But what torn apart his heart the most was knowing that, despite what you had just said, what he felt for you didn’t change a damn bit. With no more further a do, he proceeded to walk away. Danny followed him as usual, trying to get him to stay.

“Come on Mike! Don’t leave.” He yelled. “You went way too far kid…Kazan, looked at the choker.” He continued, he notice something written inside the choker, you just hadn’t seen it. Kazan took the little fabric from the dirty ground, wipped of the dirt and read it. Danny far gone by now.

“Kazan…? What does it say?” You asked him.

“You made me human…” This words stabbed you right in your chest. You knew very well the pain of getting stabbed, but this? This can’t be compared.

You felt awful. Why did you said that? It’s not like you even meant it. You felt your eyes filling with tears again at what you just said to him. All alone you thought that hurting him back the way he’d hurt you would make you feel better. But it didn’t. It just made you feel worse. Like you had no soul.

“I…I really messed up here, didn’t i? Kazan?” You looked at his red Oni mask.

“I’m afraid you did…” He confessed.

“Oh my god…what did I do?” You tried to see if you could find Michael with your eyes from your side of the camp. What you didn’t know was that the moment Michael tossed you the choker he made the entity put to work her own plan. You could hear a distant voice, again it was Danny.

“Hey, Mike! Hey!! Michael!” Danny exclaimed, yet no answer from Michael. Danny’s exclamations for Michael became more and more audible. Something was wrong, you knew it, you could feel it. You ran in direction of Danny’s voice.

“Dude wake up! Michael!” Danny kept saying. You got there panting and sweating. Kazan followed a little bit after.

“What’s wrong with him?” You asked.

“I don’t know, he was like this when I catch up with him.”

You could see his body was struggling. His left hand holding his knife, knukles white as milk. His breathing could be heard from where you were. He was getting trouble to breathe. Soft pants and groans suddenly left his mouth too. He sounded like he was in pain, but physically he looked fine. No blood or sings of injuries. It take you a lot of effort to notice through his eyes of his mask that his real eyes were glued shut and a few tears running down.

“Oh my god…his eyes! Look at his eyes.” You told Danny.

“He’s crying!” Danny said surprised.

“Something’s wrong with him. Something’s wrong with him!” You exclaimed. His groans and pants became louder.

“Ahh agh…” Michael complained. Hearing him like this putted you on desperate mode. You tried hitting the barrier unsuccessfully, even kicked it several times.

“Please let in through!” You yelled at the sky, knowing the entity will hear you.

“Do something, guys. Help him! I can’t do anything from here!”

Danny tried to shake his body. No responce. Kazan snaked his body even harder. Again, no response. You noticed some pamphlets in the ground near his boots. You pointed this out to Danny and Kazan. It didn’t took you long to realize that those were her mother’s stripper pamphlets. So did Ghostface and Oni.

“He’s being punished…” Kazan said.

“What? Why?!” You cried. “It’s because of the choker?” You asked.

“Maybe, we don’t know.” Danny spoke.

“No! Please, it’s not his fault it’s mine! I’m the one who should be punished. Please!” You begged to the entity. At this point Michael had his head looking up. Grantings of pain still scaped his mouth.

“No Michael, Michael…listen to me!” You looked at his poor suffering form. “I was wrong. I was wrong! All of this wasn’t your fault. I overreacted, okay? And your mom? Your mom was a beautiful person. She did everything she could for you and both your sisters! I was wrong Michael. I’m so sorry…so so sorry! I didn’t mean anything of this to happen…” You sobbed while explaining yourself. Michael managed to look down at you.

Desperation taking over your body, you punched and kicked the barrier. Demanding the entity to let you in just this once.

“Please!! Please, i-I’ll do anything!” You begged her.

From the distant, Caleb and Evan could hear your screams. They know what was already happening, that’s why the decided that not interfering was the best option. Nothing could have prepared the people on this realm for what was about to happen. Your hands banging the barrier were suddenly met with grass and dirt. You fall, that was for sure. But you had fallen into the other side of the camp. To everyone’s surprise, there was no barrier separating both camps anymore.

“Did just the barrier…” Caleb asked Evan. “What did just the entity do?”

“Allowing what was not allowed.” Evan sounded happy. The entity’s plan was working.

You didn’t have time to enjoy your new freedom nor did you killer friends. As soon you got up you went straight to Michael. Holding him by his broad shoulders, you reassured him.

“I’m here Michael! I’m here. Please come back to me.” You begged him, this time was different. You noticed his hands still struggling and clenched. You grabbed the hand that was holding the knife to see if you could easy some of that tension. Worried eyes examining his mask to catch any sign that he was okay.

Suddenly his struggling stopped and his head went down. Your hands fly up to grab his masked face only to be met by his free hand around your neck, squeezing tightly.

“Dude what are you doing?!” Danny yelled.

“Michael, it-it’s me…” Your air leaving your lungs. His hand dangerously tight around your neck. Threatening to break it right there.

“Judith…” He growled. The entity no longer had him seeing the posters of his stripper mother, his school bullies or his stepfather. Now he was having living flashbacks of his older sister, Judith.

“N-no, Michael please, y-you know me…” It was getting hard for you to speak due to the lack of oxygen.

“Don’t speak.” His hand squeezing harder. “I hate you.” The flashbacks of his selfish sister were really getting to him. It all was so real to him that without noticing he was getting his knife near your belly again.

“Dude-dude, if you killer her she’s not coming back, she’s it coming back Michael!” Danny said trying his best to help you. Michael looked at him for one second or two, then he continued to reach for your belly. In a desperate measure, Danny took off his ghostface mask and grabbed Michael’s hand that was holding his signature kitchen knife.

“Mike, who am i?” Danny asked. Another desperate attempt to make him come back to himself.

“L-loomis.” Michael growled at him.

“No, Michael you know me, come on! Who am i? He asked again.

“D-danny..Danny.” Michael said. You could see the tears in his eyes. He was fighting this.

“Good! Good, now, who is she? You got this you know her.” Danny cheered him up. Michael looked at you, eyebrows frowned.

“J-j…Judidth.”

“No..” You left out a sight. You cried even harder when you noticed Michael raising the knife up.

“Dude stop!!” Danny yelled again, this time ready to do something about it but Kazan had to hold him down.

“Let me go Kazan!”

“You’re only going to make it worst.” He stated, holding Danny down.

“Michael..” You sobbed. You prepared yourself when he got ready to stab you. One final stab, and you were going to see dark…fall to eternal sleep. One last thing scaped your mouth before closing your eyes.

“I love you, Michael Myers…” it was low, you hadn’t much air left. But you didn’t want to leave this world without letting him know this. You glue shut your eyes one last time to embrace his final stab. You even heard Danny screaming “Stop!! Stop it!!!” You were ready now, waiting patiently for your inevitable fate. You flinched your eyes anticipating the blade, but the blade cutted through nothing. You opened your eyes. Somehow you succeeded to get Micheal back. The entity’s plan had worked without you even noticing. He let you fell to the ground so as he did with his knife. Danny and Kazan ran to help you get up. You tried to reach for Michael’s arms but he rejected your touch.

“No…i-i” That was all he could say.

“It’s not your fault Michael.” You assure him. But he just took off leaving the three of you there. He wasn’t the only one afraid to keep touching you it appear. Danny hand left your arm and Kazan took a step back. You gave them a “I’m not following you guys” look.

“It’s just that…this barrier thing, never happened before. We never touched you before, none other than to kill you ir sacrifice you…” Danny spoke for both of them, Kazan and himself.

You reached your hand to Danny’s uncovered face, and cupped it in your warmth. He embrace it immediately. Closing his eyes and smiling.

“You look better with the mask off.” You laughed, he did the same.

“If you say so…”

“Kazan…come here!” You told him with opened arms. He seemed hesitant at first.

“Come…” You insisted, smiling.

“Hug?” He asked.

“Yes!” You exclaimed. The tenderness in his hug cought you by surprise for such a big and buffed man like him.

You stayed like that for a few minutes until Michael was the topic of conversation again. You asked Danny where he might have gone.

“I think I know where..” He said.

The single Street and the kind of trees in the block gave the map away very fast. You were again on Haddonfield.

“I know he sometimes comes here to make mask or whenever he feels bad or angry…I don’t know which house it’s his house tho.” Danny explained.

“Oh don’t worry I know which one is it.” You looked at his still uncovered face.

“Okay, good luck New Girl…if he doesn’t speak right away you should come back later.” He said ready to leave when you said one last thing to him.

“You know Danny…your not that bad after all.” It was the first time he heard you call him by his real name, it always had been “hey ghost!” Or “Ghostie!” It felt good hearing that coming from someone he considered a friend.

“You know y/n…Michael wasn’t wrong after all.”

“I don’t follow.”

“You did made us human after all.” You smiled at his statement then he walks back to the camp.

Once you reach Michael’s house you stepped in. Thinking to yourself he must be upstairs you went up. There was only one room with its door opened. Michael must be in there. You were reaching the end of the stairs, walking as slowly as possible to not give your self away. The house wasn’t helping much tho, with each step you made the wood underneath you cracked. He wasn’t unnoticed to the sound he thought perhaps was the wind since he had the windows open. Your small frame compared to his made a silhouette on his door frame.

Once inside his room you could see he had fully decorated its walls with handmade masks he had done himself. Just like in the movie, but that was on the prison cell instead of his real room. You saw him sat in a chair near a wooden desk. His mask still on, his head was down. His chest moving up and down.

"Michael…" You soft voice soothed his ears. He looked at his left, letting you know he knew you were there. "I'm not here to fight you. Not anymore." You said. Michael didn't react. His breathing sounded soft. Him not having any type of reaction made you move closer to him, until you were besides him. Your left hand resting on his right shoulder. Your eyes wondering the masks hanged on the wall in front of you.

"They are beautiful. You know that?" You told him giving his right shoulder little masages. He looked up to contemplate them. You didn't know how you went from looking masks to have him face to face again and your back pressed yo the wall. By now you were expecting nothing less than a kiss. He grabbed you by both your shoulders and lowered his head until it was pressed against your left collarbone.

This is not a kiss. You thought.

Soft sobs could be heard behind his mask, they were muffled by the same, but you were able to hear them. Then suddenly, he spoke again.

“I’m so…so sorry.” Your heart melted at his words and you couldn’t resist but to hold him tight against your little chest compared to his. More muffled sobs coming from Him.

“It’s okay…I’m the one that should be apologizing.” You replied back.

“You already did.” He lift his head to look at you.

You felt the urge to know how he looked behind that mask. What was he hiding. You didn’t have to take out his mask to know he was beautiful. Took your hand move to the edge of it. Michael moved his head back, hesistant.

“Let me see you Mike.” Hearing you calling him Mike was all he needed.

Pulling the mask up with little effort was necessary to take it off. And just as you spectated, he has long blond curly hair, blueish eyes a big, but yet straight nose, and plump heart shaped lips. A beautiful face, just as you thought. You cupped his face with your hands just as you did with Danny.

“You’re beautiful Michael.” Your voice like a sweet whisper. He touched your lips with his thumb, caressing them like it was a newly found treasure. His treasure.

The feeling of his chapped lips on yours was inevitable. Tho he seemed to be the first to started it, as soon as he started he wanted to finish, scared you wouldn’t like it. But you insisted to kiss him longer. You wanted more. It didn’t matter that his lips were chapped. Eventually you two separated to get some air.

“You’re beautiful.” You reassured him again. He put his forehead against yours.

“And you’re the most beautiful human I ever seen.” He replied, voice deep and low. “Y/n?” He added.

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.” He finally said it. Finally admitted it and gave it a name.

A little time went by and now you were sitting on his lap seeing how he made masks. Your left arm wrapped around his shoulders for support.

“So, I put more glue over here and…we are done.” He was showing you how he made his masks.

“This seems interesting to make.” You replied.

“Are you sure you never done this before?” His mouth forming a little smile. Not fully believing you never done a paper mask before.

“Oh well…you caught me. I did. But a like to see you make them.” You said honestly.

“How cute.” Your heart flinched at his words and your cheeks flushed. “I like it when you flush”

“Stop it Michael!” You gave him a little tug on his coverall.

“Never.” He said looking into your eyes and give your nose a quick kiss.

You spent the rest of the night like this, laughing your lungs out and doing disasters with his glue.

That night loud voices were heard at Haddonfield. The difference this time was that Michael wasn’t alone, he had the best company he could’ve asked for.

I hope you enjoyed this! Sorry if there’s misspellings, English it’s not my mother language, have mercy please 🥹 I’m open to requests!!

[sugarmuseum]

DOUBLE KILL | L.MK, L,DH. | PART ONE

PAIRING: Mark Lee & Lee Donghyuck x female!reader

GENRE: smut, horror, thriller, college!au, frat!au, obviously inspired by the movie Scream.

SUMMARY: As the campus gets filled with a bunch of frat members dressed as Ghosface for a Halloween joke, you suddenly get dragged into your own scary movie when someone decides you’ll be the protagonist.

WARNINGS AND CONTENT: yandere vibes, explicit lenguage, explicit sex scenes, oral sex (f and m), fingering, spanking, creampies, cumshot, praise and degradation, soft but not really doms mark and hyuck, choking, dirty talk, anal play, big dicks, reader also gets anxious and scared, mentions and descriptions of blood, murder and death, mind games, annoying frat boys, y/n and her friends are lowkey little menaces.

WORD COUNT: +27.k

AUTOR'S NOTE: i lost my mind writing this so i hope you enjoy! also stream +82 pressin' that strong duo mark and hyuck really fit this fic

IT WAS LATE AT NIGHT ON A WEEKDAY AND YOU WERE CONTEMPLATING THROW OUR HISTORY BOOK OUTTA THE WINDOW.

A study questionnaire was taking too much time to answer in preparation for an upcoming exam and you tried to stay focused, fighting the sleepiness, ignoring the way your eyes felt heavy and your mind started fantasizing about your soft bed. You wanted to finish it up so you could go to sleep after a day full of classes, the tiredness about to shut down your body at any moment. 

Your phone next to you lit up with an incoming call and you answered it automatically, without stopping reading your book. "Hello?"

"Hi, Sidney," a raspy voice asked, making you roll your eyes for what would be the 500th time that day. Not again.

‘’Who is it? Jungwoo? Yangyang?" You asked, sighing and shaking your head. You turned your tired gaze away from the book, closing it and deciding that it was enough for that night, feeling your eyes dry. The bed was calling your name, the idea of sleeping for at least 10 uninterrupted hours being very tempting. "If you ask again what type of underwear I'm wearing with that damn modulator, I swear to God…’’ you threatened him. 

It all started in early October.

Since the boys in the NCT frat had decided to go as Ghostface as a group to their annual Halloween party, they had been playing with the voice modulator they bought together non-stop like a new toy, and you were one of their favorite targets. They definitely didn't know how to control their enthusiasm, with incessant calls at any time of the day, although their preferred time was obviously at night. 

You couldn't distinguish any voice, all being the same due to the voice changer that was rotating between the fraternity rooms. Renjun had even told you with exasperation how they had a board with names and shifts to know who got the modulator for the day, which was organized by Taeyong after too many complaints and headaches of whose turn it was. 

You had heard from Chenle that the mastermind behind this matching costume idea was Jaemin, who insisted that "all the girls love Ghostface!" and ‘’this would get us tons of pussy, trust me!’’ and that's how everybody agreed to it. Their calls ended up coming to your phone daily, some following the original script of the movie and others deviating from it to ask dirtier questions, like Yangyang and his close group of friends did.

It wasn't that funny to you but apparently some guys found your deadpanned answers hilarious, for an unknown reason to you. 

If it were just those stupid calls, it would be fine, but of course they went a step further and were terrorizing the campus with their pranks, using the full costume to run around campus and classes, fake knives and masks included. It was a bit creepy not knowing which one of them was under the white mask, there were so many members in that frat. 

Just last week, Hendery had jumped out at you from the shadows as you were about to enter your sorority building, which had made you scream in surprise and felt your soul ricocheting inside you, and he hadn't stopped laughing at your reaction while you tried to strangle him. At least Kun had scolded him a little afterward, to your satisfaction.  

And it wasn't like Jaemin's plan didn’t work out, because it did. Maybe too well. For days, you had been seeing masked black figures coming and going in the hallways of your sorority, entering and leaving some of the girl’s rooms. But you couldn't tell if it was because of the fame of the Ghostface mask and the effect it had on girls or because the ones underneath were the guys from Neo Chi Tau, one of the frats full of hot guys. Although you were getting used to seeing them everywhere, you couldn't deny that they gave you a creepy feeling every time you saw that eerie mask. 

You loved the saga, actually it was one of your favs, but it was a scary costume nonetheless and seeing so many around campus was… well, fucking creepy.

There hadn't been any murders so far, fortunately, but you were sure that would change if the guys kept messing with your patience. Halloween was your favorite holiday, and you loved everything that came with it, especially horror movies, which were your favorite genre. The campus was very enthusiastic about the celebrations and you usually enjoyed them, but in the last few days, you felt a bit nervous not knowing when another Ghostface would appear in your day to mess it up. Maybe the NCT guys were dead set on giving you a heart attack.

"None of those fools," the voice said as you yawned and got up from your desk to look for your pajamas in the closet. "Now listen carefully, Sid. What did you answer for question E and could you pass it to me, please?"

"Oh my God, Renjun, not you too," you complained incredulously, pulling the phone away from your ear to see that the call indeed had the ID of one of your friends and classmates. You scoffed and smiled, teasing your friend. "Wasn't yesterday when you thought it was a dumb idea and now you're using that modulator?"

"It is a dumb idea, but Yangyang signed me up on the board without me knowing," his voice, now normal, explained with a sigh. "I was just playing with this thing, I…it's kinda fun," he said, sounding a bit surprised by the realization.

You laughed at his tone, imagining his cute face crunching at the utter horror of knowing Yangyang was right in something. "So now you're going to join in terrorizing the campus with the others?"

‘’Nah, I'll just scare Yangyang with a call and then I'll go to sleep. You can pass me the answer, right? I'll pay you with a coffee tomorrow,’’ Renjun offered. 

‘’Yeah, no problem, I’ll send you a text,’’ you yawned again, hung up the call and approached your desk again to take a photo of your quiz answers. You send it to Renjun, who immediately responds with a heart and wishes you good night. You put down your phone and walked away to finally get on your pajamas to sleep, when it lit up with another incoming call. 

These guys didn’t sleep or what? This time you looked at the ID, a private number. Knowing that NCT's day of nonsense is clearly not over, you answered but put it on speaker this time. 

"Hello?" You responded for the third or fourth time today, starting to undress and choosing a large, worn-out t-shirt, pulling it over your head. As no one said anything on the other line, you frowned. "Junie? You were supposed to call Yangyang, not me," you reminded him with a giggle.

"This is not Renjun," a distorted voice said. You turned to look at your phone for a second, hesitating, and then continued taking off your clothes, now tossing your jeans into the laundry basket.

"Oh? So who is it then?" You asked as you rolled your eyes, feeling tired of playing this game so late. Turning off the speaker and your room lights as well, you went to your bed, laying down in the dark and stretching with a small sigh. So happy to be in the comfort of your sheets after a long day, you thought there was nothing better than that cozy feeling. 

"Someone else. You’re going to bed?" The caller asked, sounding interested, the low and seductive voice catching you a bit off guard. It's not the playful tone that others had used.

‘’Yeah, I was just about to,’’ you replied, turning on the small flat-screen TV in your room, looking for something on Netflix while holding the phone to your ear. ‘’Although I might put on a movie for some white noise, it helps me sleep.’’

"What movie?" The voice inquired you, tone deep and raspy.

‘’I don't know, maybe a horror movie,’’ you murmured, putting a random one and lowering the tv volume a little. You just needed a little bit of sound and the glow of the tv to fall asleep. "Halloween season has started, after all.’’ 

"A horror movie is gonna help you sleep? People chased and sliced does that to you?’’ The caller chuckled darkly, mocking you. ‘’What's your favorite scary movie?" He asked, the altered voice resonating against your ear.

You took a pause, thinking for a few seconds. To everyone who had asked before, you had given different answers and lies to keep up the joke and ruin the original script, but this time you decided to respond with the truth, laughing quietly at how ridiculous it would sound.

"Scream," you admitted, tossing the remote aside and curling up under the blankets, keeping your eyes on the movie. "You guys, don't you get tired of making the same calls during the day? You're all going to drain the battery of that damn thing before Halloween.’’

The voice ignored your last comment. ‘’What do you like about that movie?’’

"I find it original, I like how it mocks and pays homage to the clichés and rules of slashers," you replied, unable to prevent another yawn from escaping. "Drew Barrymore has the most iconic scene," your attention was diverted to your door, listening to noises coming downstairs. They were probably sisters returning to the building.

"Are you tired, pretty girl? I bet you were finishing your homework like the good girl you are, I am right?" The caller said, making you frown with a strange feeling forming inside you upon hearing the nickname. But you couldn't tell if it was fear or something else.

"How do you know that?" You asked, curious but a bit hesitant. 

"I saw you in the library today, looking so distracted and a bit... skittish," the voice commented with a small laugh that had you swallowing hard. "Is something making you nervous?"

‘’You know what? Yes, some group of idiots are bothering students everywhere," you deadpanned with your eyes closed, ready to sleep. "Including me. It's annoying."

‘’Well, in that case I hope the distractions don't make you forgetful. You locked the door, right? Did you set the alarm?’’ The caller asked, taunting you.

Wait, what? You opened your eyes as you slowly sat up in bed. The atmosphere had changed, and you felt a sense of discomfort and a bit of fear from his words, especially when the voice laughed hoarsely against your ear, as if he knew something you didn't. No one knows that today it's my turn to set the security system, you thought. 

‘’You should check that, baby. If the door’s not locked… maybe there’s someone’s already inside,’’ the voice said.

You remembered the noises you heard from downstairs. Did you set the alarm before, right? Wasn't the door closed? No sister could enter after curfew, you assured yourself, glancing a bit frantically at the time on your phone. Past midnight. 

Fuck. You were so tired after a day that had started so early, then the classes and the quiz you had been answering for hours— no. You locked the door and put the security code on. Stop, you’re getting paranoid, you chastised yourself, it's just the boys being annoying. 

"Are you scared?" The electronic, smooth voice asked in a mocking tone, as if it knew exactly that you were going a little crazy. It cooed at you. "Do you want me to come and help you calm down? Just open your door for me. Maybe I’m standing behind it..."

Without thinking twice, you hung up the call, leaving your phone on your nightstand as if it were burning. Fuck those calls. Enough with the games. You were about to lie down again when a tooomp sounded too close to your room, stopping your movements. It sounded like a heavy door closing.

You paused the movie to listen for something else, but after another tense, silent moment, you didn’t hear anything. So you were about to lay again, but this time you heard clearly footsteps on the stairs. You began to get up slowly from your bed, your footsteps dragging on the floor trying to be silent. As you came closer to your door, the footsteps were more evident. You turned the key in your room with care, feeling your heart thumping against your chest as you opened it slowly… when suddenly a face appeared in the opening.

You couldn't help the scream that escaped from you, startling Hanni and making her scream too. When you realized it was one of your friends standing in front of you, you sighed in relief while she laughed, looking at you strangely as you placed your hand over your racing heart, feeling like an idiot. 

‘’God, are you crazy? You're going to wake up the entire campus," she scolded you, a bit surprised by your reaction.

‘’You scared the hell out of me!’’ You signed loudly, taking a step back and turning on the lights of your room, the tension disappearing. You crossed your arms with a groan, ready for the day to end. ‘’What are you doing so late?" 

Hanni made a face and shrugged, and that's when you noticed your best friend was still carrying her backpack. ‘’I had a study session and I ran late,’’ she explained, ‘’good thing the door wasn't locked yet. I came to give you your book before I forget, by the way!’’

"What?" You asked, taking the book from her hands, although Hanni didn't notice that you paled a little, frozen in your place. ‘’The door wasn’t locked?’’

‘’I know, right? Lucky me,’’ she said as she started walking down the hallway to her room, without noticing the thoughtful expression on your face as you replayed the conversation from the call in your head. Before Hanni closed her door, she peeked out and winked at you. ‘’And don't worry, I already put the security code for you. Night, babe!’’

You stood at the threshold of your door for a moment with chills covering your body, your hands tightening on the book you were holding against your chest like a shield.

You didn't receive any more calls since the last one, fortunately, and the next few days passed in relative peace. Between studying with Renjun and Chenle in the library and having coffee with Hanni at the café where Sion worked—who occasionally gave employee discounts in the form of delicious cupcakes to your friend group— your mind was distracted from all this Ghostface situation. The last call left you a bit paranoid, now checking the locks twice and making sure everything is locked up tight before going to sleep. 

You told everything to Hanni, who obviously blamed the frat boys, assuring you it was another bad joke and that anyone could forget to put the code, especially someone stressed over exams like you. It was not a big deal. There was no way to know who the caller was since it was a private number anyways, and besides, you had other things to worry about than interrogating a whole frat about it. So you followed the voice of reason sometimes Hanni was to you and relaxed a little bit. It was just a dumb joke, you kept repeating to yourself.

When you thought your life would go on without much chaos until Halloween, Hanni reminded you of the invitation to the horror movie marathon that Friday, or as Johnny had officially named it: Super Spooky Spectacular Scary Movies Special. 

‘’You have no excuse and you’ll come with me,’’ Hanni said while hugging your arm firmly like a sloth, making sure you wouldn't run away in the middle of the cafe after saying that. She really knew you. ‘’You seriously need to get laid! You deserve a reward after your exams, you know? You have so much tension pinned up, that can’t be healthy.’’

‘’Can you keep it down?’’ You whispered, signaling with your head the figure of Sion coming to the table with two coffees and orange and black cupcakes, Halloween themed. You two smiled at the boy as he left, who didn’t notice how you kicked your friend's ankle under the table so she could keep her mouth shut. You looked at Hanni and frowned down at her when Sion left. ‘’Excuse me? What do you mean? Is this a intervention about my health habits?’’

‘’You were so stressed about exams and studying, I swear I thought I'd find you petrified or something on a library chair,’’ she scolded you after taking a piece of cupcake to her mouth and pointing her fork at you after, threateningly. ‘’No more! That ends tonight, you obsessed book mouse! Leave the body of my friend right now!’’

‘’Please stop screaming and exorcising me,’’ you begged her as you looked around, noticing some stares of other consumers coming your way curiously, attracted by your friend’s loud voice. ‘’Thank you, now everybody knows about my non-existent sex life,’’ you growled when you returned your attention to her. ‘’Keep it down!’’

‘’Wow, and how could that change, huh? Jesus, I wonder. Maybe if you actually went to a party and socialice? The NCT parties, you know those? The ones you always get an invite to?’’ Hanni reminded you, feeling a little exasperated. 

Parties weren’t really your thing, especially not NCT-crazy-wild-ones, and the times you actually went you spent your time with your friends in their rooms, having fun by yourselves, drinking, smoking, eating and talking non stop.

Some other times you actually danced and had fun with Renjun, Chenle and Hanni, like one night Yanyang was testing his live DJ set. But it was really out of the ordinary.  Most nights ended up with you passing out with Renjun and Chenle in the same bed like some puppy cuddle puddle after drinking too much, actually getting kicked out of the bed so they could cuddle without you. 

Some people were envious you had a free pass to those parties since your friends were members and pretty popular ones. And some were more curious about your close relationship with them. You were friends with the most calm frat boys you ever met, but something Chenle and Renjun didn't lack was attitude and personality, and when someone dared to come to them with some question or rumour they would just stare blankly with their bitch resting faces, patience thin as ice.

You didn’t know, but actually a few guys who were interested in you suspected the Chinese students were keeping you out of their reach and they called them out on that, and maybe it wasn’t a lie. Like when Chenle didn’t give your number to Yangyang right away, thinking you could do much better or Yuta, because he would devour you and your heart with a single bite. Renjun simply ignored the other frat members when asked about you, even if that got him sulky tantrums from Jeno and Jungwoo for days. Chenle and Renjun felt protective over you but more importantly, they were completely uninterested in playing matchmakers that could lead to messy situations.

You were considered a pretty unicorn to the frat guys, with two shining knights glued to your sides who judged everyone. But Chenle and Renjun didn’t know one important, big secret, that Hanni did. You had the biggest crush in the world on Mark Lee and Lee Donghyuck. An embarrassingly love-struck puppy type of crush. 

Like a stare-at-them-fantasizing-about-them-doing-so-many-nasty-things-to-you type of crush.

Not your proudest moment, but one time you spend a whole class daydreaming about Mark’s hands.

You were actually pretty timid, so you knew for a fact that if Chenle ever found out about that, his crazy ass would climb to the university’s biggest building for shit and giggles and scream to the wind your secret just to see you blushing and malfunctioning in the middle of campus. Of course Chenle loved you and your friendship, but he also loved chaos. Him finding out about your crush on Mark, one of his best friends and roommate, was a big no no. 

‘’Alright, you got a point,’’ you accepted as you drank your coffee, shrugging. ‘’But what do you expect me to do? Coming to them and just— what do I do?’’

‘’You just talk to them, they’re chill, and—’’ Hanni interrupted herself, thoughtful and grimacing a little while remembering your last encounter with them and rethinking her next words. She tilted his head, contemplating you. ‘’Okay, you just have to breath in and out and try not to stutter or just leave in a middle of a conversation like you did last time.’’

‘’I couldn’t help it! They make me so nervous,’’ you bit your lip in an anxious gesture, already knocking this conversation was going nowhere, since you acted like a weird loser when one of your crushes comed your way. It was ridiculously really, you were an adult! A grown woman! An independent grown woman who blushed like a Victorian bachelor in their presence. ‘’This is ridiculous, I’m not even a virgin or something—’’

‘’Maybe you should practice on someone else, just to get around things,’’ Hanni proposed but you shook your head immediately. ‘’But it’s a good plan, think about it! Any guy in the frat would be interested! Just until you build confidence.’’

‘’But I don’t wanna practice, I’m just interested in them. I don’t have a problem speaking to anyone but them. It’s like my brain gets shut down or something,’’ you deflated against the table, playing with your fork on the cupcake while you pouted, feeling defeated. ‘’It's silly anyway. You said it yourself, I’m a book mouse and they’re the most popular guys. I bet they think I’m weird or something.’’

‘’First, why are you talking like a nineties movie? Second, what the fuck? You’re the hottest book mouse around here,’’ Hanni gasped, offended and then looking at you in disbelief. ‘’You look like a Penthouse model… possessed by the spirit of a haunting librarian, but that’s not the point.’’

‘’Well that last part definitely made me feel sexy,’’ you deadpanned, voice dripping sarcasm. ‘’Penthouse model? Really? Weren’t you in Gender studies last semester?’’

‘’Babe, please tell me you don't have your nose so buried in your books you don’t notice the guys coming to the library just to look at you,’’ Hanni said, imploring with her eyes.

‘’What guys?’’ You asked as you frowned and ignored the way Hanni groaned, trying to remember someone watching you in the library but not recalling something like that or out of the ordinary. You usually study alone or with your friends, and no one ever has come down to your table to speak to you... well, maybe the librarian when it was closing time. ‘’It’s a public place, you know that? People go there to study, that includes frat guys, Hanni. They’re students even if they don’t look like it.’’

‘’Lord give me strength. You really think Yuta would go to the library? Or Jeno?’’ She asked, opening her eyes like it was an obvious thing and waited for your answer. When receive none, she stabbed her cupcake with the fork. ‘’I swear you’re so dense, baby girl,‘’ your friend sighed, sending a player in silence as she finished her coffee and gathered her thoughts like she was about to speak to a five year old. Her hands grabbed your softly and you looked at her in confusion. ‘’I’m gonna hold your hand when I say this as your dear friend. You’re really pretty and hot and everybody wants to fuck you. Start using your body on those fans you have.’’

‘’Alright,’’ you responded, squinting your eyes, done with the conversation as you laughed at her. ‘’Thank you, Hanni, but that’s enough,’’ you kissed your intertwined hands making her yelp when she noticed the stains of orange from the frosting you left in her skin. ‘’It’s not that I don’t wanna have sex, I do, but I just feel like… running to the hills when I see Mark or Donghyuck. And then turn around and run to them, but my legs don’t respond. It’s like I’m sinking into the ground.’’

‘’Listen, Shakespeare. Word on campus is they’re not sleeping around any more, you know?’’ She said, caughting you out of guard. You didn’t know much about gossip or rumors yourself, Hanni being that source of information, sometimes followed by Chenle. You swore those two would multiply their yapper tendencies when a juicy rumor would come their way. She smiled like the Chesire cat when she noticed your reaction, knowing she stroked a nerve. ‘’That’s right. You don’t think it’s interesting? Your two crushes apparently are leaving behind their fuckboys status. It’s a signal of the universe, if you ask me.’’

‘’I should listen to the universe and you, then?’’ You said, getting up and putting on your coat. ‘’So here’s the plan: I show up in a slutty outfit tonight and then I magically organize a threesome with Mark and Donghyuck while everyone watches the movies downstairs.’’

‘’Oh my God, fuck yes! Really?!’’ She squealed and clapped in excitement, eyes shining and mouth open with another squeak ready to leave out. 

‘’Are you insane? Of course not,’’ you laughed watching your friend about to throw a tantrum or stabbing you with a fork, you don’t know which option she’ll choose. ‘’I could explode like a supernova of nerves doing something like that. Now let’s go, it’s getting late.’’ 

Your friend didn’t say anything as she put on her coat too while pouting, porting a thoughtful face. As both started walking out of the cafe, in classical Hanni nature, she didn't keep her mouth shut much longer. She elbowed you playfully, her fox-like eyes glowing in what could described as an profound enjoyment of messing with your shyness. 

‘’So, a threesome? I knew you were into some freaky shit,’’ she mumbled with a pleased smile, ‘’it’s always the quiet ones.’’

You snorted and rolled your eyes not saying anything, grabbing her arm with yours to keep her going, ignoring her protests and more rumours about your crushes, like the one she heard about Donghyuck rejecting Yoo Jimin, one of the prettiest girls on campus at a party last week.

Well. You actually paid attention to that.

As the two were leaving, chatting and laughing, none of you noticed the black figure staring at you from across the street. 

On the other side of campus, two pairs of Ghostfaces were laying down in their beds, going through their phones absently while listening to music. Downstairs other frat members were getting the big living room ready for tonight’s movie night, as the work had been distributed between everybody and Chenle and Mark already finished theirs, installing the projector and sound system. Another Ghosface entered the room, this one in the form of Johnny, with his mask up to his forehead.

‘’Chenle, you remember that you were voted designated driver for Doyoung, right? His flight is tonight,’’ the taller man said, leaning against the door. Chenle raised a thumbs up in understanding without stopping scrolling through his phone with his other hand, barely listening. ‘’Alright, thank you for your service. By the way, your pretty friend is coming tonight?’’

Chenle tore his gaze away from the phone, completely lost in the conversation, thinking about what pretty friend he had. ‘’Huh?’’ He asked, shrugging when he heard Johnny say your name. ‘’Ah, yes. She’s coming with me though.’’

‘’What? She’s coming tonight?’’ Mark asked, sitting down on his bed and looking at his friend feeling betrayed. ‘’Dude, I asked you yesterday and you said you didn’t know.’’

‘’Because that was yesterday and I didn’t know,’’ Chenle explained himself in a calm voice, brows raised in a mock expression. He shaked his phone towards Mark. ‘’I just find out, she text me just now.’’

‘’Do you have to be such a cockblock and take her? When she’s finally coming after weeks?’’ Johnny asked, like scolding a little kid who wouldn't share his toys. ‘’Man, just take Kun, Renjun or whatever with you if you don’t wanna drive alone.’’

‘’I heard the word cockblock,’’ another Ghostface said as he passed by the aisle. He lifted his mask, revealing a redhead Yuta with a devilish grin on his face. He leaned against Johnny, giving the roommates an up and down glance. ‘’Of course it's coming from Chenle’s room.’’

‘’Are you guys tag teaming Chenle?’’ Jaemin asked, his form coming between Johnny’s and Yuta’s, looking interested and curious, face in the middle of his hyungs. Just like them, wearing the same Ghostface costume. ‘’You guys don’t do that without me,’’ he said, smiling like a naughty creature, showing all his white teeth. 

‘’Kun-ge is on bar duty tonight, so why don't you come with me, then?’’ Chenle asked Johnny, crossing his arms knowing damn well he had the winning hand in this whole petty argument. He liked to be difficult sometimes. ‘’Why is everyone in my room?’’

‘’What's going in here?’’ Jeno questioned, appearing with his mask lifted like everybody else and joined the little group by the door. Mark sighed from his bed, watching how the hockey team captain was watching everybody trying to get a clue, a little confused. It just took Yuta saying your name to make Jeno’s face illuminate with realization and interest. ‘’She’s coming tonight?’’

‘’Chenle wants to take her in his car tonight,’’ Yuta further explained, arching a brow towards him. ‘’Little shit wanted all for himself and didn’t tell us.’’

‘’What? You like her?’’ Jaemin asked, surprised. Intrigue filled his face. ‘’I thought you were asexual or something? You never made a move on her.’’

‘’First of all, I’m not. And even if I was I’m not discussing that with a fucking comiteé in my room,’’ Chenle groaned, sitting in his bed and and making an exasperated sound. ‘’Jesus, I don't like her! She’s my friend and I don’t wanna drive alone, it’s boring.’’

‘’You’re driving with Doyoung-hyung,’’ Mark reminded him, browns frowning in confusion. 

‘’Exactly,’’ Chenle rolled his eyes. ‘’That’s my point.’’

‘’Well I’m gonna stay here and sit next to your pretty friend,’’ Johnny finally responded, crossing his arms too. ‘’I already kicked Jaehyun out, the room is mine for tonight.’’

‘’Gross, hyung!’’ Chenle said, making a face. To him you were like a little sister, and imagining you doing adult activities like flirting or worse made him kinda uncomfortable. It didn't help that the most notorious fuckboys were interested in you, having a little reunion on his door. ‘’Ew, get out! All of you!’’

‘’Yeah, yeah, just take someone and go, you have an hour,’’ Johnny pointed threateningly at Chenle, backing away and putting on the Ghostface mask again. Yuta, Jaemin and Jeno followed him, all of them porting similar smirks knowing damn well you would be fair game tonight and your dear friend couldn't do something to stop it.

‘’What’s up?’’ A new, muffled voice asked as a new incomer Ghostface took off his mask while entering the room. Mark said your name, catching all the attention of Donghyuck, who stopped in his tracks. ‘’What?’’

‘’She’s coming tonight and Chenle wants to take her with him to drop Doyoung-hyung to the airport,’’ Mark tiredly explained, looking at Donghyuck and noticing how the wheels in his head started to run immediately. He knew the way his friend filtered information and made plans quickly. Not a beat passed that Donghyuck sat on Mark’s gaming chair, putting on a veil of disinterest not only on his face, but in his voice.

‘’Take Renjun with you or something,’’ Hyuck proposed like it was an obvious option, hands searching in his pocket for his lighter.

‘’Renjun is studying in Ningning’s room tonight,’’ Mark said, remembering his friend saying something about it early in the day.

‘’I don’t want her to stay alone here and Hanni is leaving with Sion for sure,’’ Chenle sighed, attention coming back to his phone and ignoring everyone. 

‘’Who are you? His virgin protector or what? Just leave, she’s a big girl,’’ Donghyuck mockingly said with a scoff, making Mark chuckle low. The two friends shared a quick look with each other, communicating in silence and going unnoticed by Chenle. ‘’Listen, if you’re so worried, take Johnny with you, since he’s the biggest threat. I heard him coming downstairs, he has some filthy mouth,’’ he lied, putting on his Ghostface mask again and leaning back comfortably. ‘’Man, I wouldn't trust my precious sheep with that wolf.’’

Nobody pointed out that Johnny was probably the tamest of them all, but all Donghyuck needed was a slight doubt and someone to push under the bus. He knew Chenle wasn't dumb or easy to persuade, so he kept his tone indifferent, focusing on the blunt he took out of his pocket, leaving the final push in Mark’s hands.

‘’It’s kinda true, dude,’’ Mark conceded, massaging his neck thoughtfully and making a face. ‘’He said he wanted to take her to his room after all, like… you know everyone has other plans besides watching the movies,’’ he commented, knowing that just a small group actually watches the complete marathon. He shrugged. ‘’Haechan has a point, I think.’’

Donghyuck said nothing, smug under the mask and letting a thick cloud of smoke out of it. It was a team effort and it was easy to follow Mark, who led not only the basketball team but their friend group too. He was reliable, what you’d call a good guy. 

Mark was well known on campus. Either by his looks or his talent on the basketball court, but also because actually a good student known for his easy smile, his contagious laugh and his approachable aura. That didn’t mean he didn't have his intense side, being one of the fastest and most focused players, the type to play to win. It was also well known for his reputation of leaving girls limping and satisfied after an encounter with him. 

Chenle sighed again and left his phone looking at Mark, actually listening to him. ‘’I just— she’s kinda shy, you know? I don’t wanna leave here alone, feeling anxious and shit.’’

‘’Dude, I understand but it’s like a forty minute drive to the airport— nothing’s gonna happen to her. What if I stay here with her?’’ Mark asked, laughing a little at Chenle’s silence that followed.

Chenle looked at Mark and considered his words for a second, thinking that maybe he was overreacting a little. His roommate was one of the best, chill guys he knew and one of his closest friends. Maybe this was a good idea after all, he considered it with a hum. 

‘’She can chill here, and we’ll wait for you, she won’t be alone,’’ Mark confirmed, keeping his soft voice, trying to look assuring and sincere. And fuck, of course it worked. ‘’You don’t trust me?’’ 

I took some moments of more thinking, but Chenle finally agreed, nodding with his head. ‘’Yeah… yeah, you’re right. You’ll take care of her, right Mark?’’ Chenle asked and the Canadian boy smiled, nodding too.

‘’Of course I’ll do,’’ Mark responded, going back to his phone. ‘’Stop worrying so much, dude. She’s in good hands.’’

Donghyuck snorted under his mask.

After getting ready with Hanni, the two of you went to the frat by walking, not being that far away. It was spooky season but it felt too early to wear a costume, so Hanni had brought matching headbands with bedazzled little pumpkins on it that looked really cute.

As you two were walking, you kept feeling as if someone was watching you, but every time you turned around anxiously you didn't see anyone, just students coming and going, everyone in their own world. It was friday, so everyone on campus was leaving or getting ready for a party happening tonight or the movie marathon at NCT’s house. 

When you turned in a corner, you saw from the side of your eye a black figure, catching your attention immediately. Standing on a building's entrance a few meters away a Ghostface was staring at you, not moving, just… looking directly as you walked with your friend. He slowly raised his hand, showing you the knife he was holding with his fingers and moving it from side to side waving at you teasingly, saying hello. It was just someone from NCT, you tried to convince yourself as you looked ahead and chose to ignore him and the creeps it gave you, trying to catch what Hanni was saying. After a few steps you watched behind your shoulder again, but that Ghostface wasn't there anymore. 

Jisung and Sion had hung the Super Spooky Spectacular Scary Movies Special sign at the entrance of the NCT house under Taeyong's and Kun’s attentive (and worried) gaze that very afternoon while the other members worked inside the house. They had a huge screen to project the movies that were chosen by voting last month, and they also had set up a small bar in the kitchen for the pledges to serve the guests. 

Obviously supervised by Kun, who wasn't really convinced about leaving the bar in the hands of Yangyang (the resident Tasmanian devil) guiding the sweet and easily stressed Jisung.

The place was illuminated by red and violet lights to give it a more eerie look, in addition to the Halloween decorations they had put up at the beginning of the month. Music was blasting too, until it was time for the movies to start. 

You heard someone calling your name as you were arriving at the frat house, coming from someone wearing a pale, well known mask waving at you. You smiled when he lifted it to reveal Taeyong, the frat president, greeting you with a warm smile. His large, doe-like eyes didn��t match with the pretty realistic Michael Myers costume he was wearing.

"Why aren't you dressed as Ghostface?" You inquired with curiosity when you were in front of him, impressed by the outfit he was wearing. Even if the material was dark you could see some splashes of red, fake blood. It really made his blonde, recently bleached hair stand out.

"I lost it yesterday," he sighed, running his hand through his hair a bit embarrassed, "and I have no idea where it is and I had this one from last year's. I thought maybe Doyoung packed it accidentally in his suitcase, but he already left, so…’’

"His suitcase?" Hanni asked, giving him a confused look, but she didn't stay to hear the answer because Hendery appeared by the door with a crazy look in his eyes, grabbed her arm as soon as he saw her and dragged her away excitedly into the house.

"I have an impartial jury!" He announced to a group of Ghostfaces behind him. "Hanni, listen, you have to vote for me as the sexiest Ghostface—"

You and Taeyong decided to ignore that, falling into the conversation again. 

"Doyoung is going home this week, he hates Halloween and the stress of exams isn't helping either. I think he might kill Xiaojun if he sees him running around with the Ghostface mask on the hallway or Yangyang making a pumpkin sacrifice,’’ the president looked back, noticing a group of people coming with the echo of their voices, and lowered the mask to cover his face again, laughing at your puzzled expression. He started back walking towards them, waving at you with his fake knife. "It's a long story, never mind. Enjoy the movies!’’

With your friend taken away by Hendery and Taeyong receiving more guests, you sighed upon realizing you were alone, so you took out your phone as you entered the house and checked the group chat. Trying to ignore the multiple Ghostfaces around you, you took refuge in one dark corner as you typed fast. 

you: where are you guys??  king lele: doing something brb  junie: study night with ning king lele: study hard and use protection junie: ???  you: thanks for letting me know??? just now??? king lele: mark will stay with u dnt worry!! go to my room he has the key

Mark?! You read that text over and over. So not only did it send you a little bit on edge to be surrounded by people dressed as Ghostface, especially knowing about the creepy encounter you had on your way there, but now you were about to be alone with Mark. 

No fucking way.

You lifted your worried gaze from the phone with a loud sigh just in time to see a Ghostface slowly coming your way, knife in hand, removing the mask to reveal what it could be a determined Yuta, eyes shining maliciously. So, his normal look. You averted your eyes from his only to find another tall, dark figure making his way towards you from the other side. It was Jeno with his mask pulled up to his forehead, giving you that attractive, cute smile of his. 

You remembered the time at a party a few months ago when Jeno talked to you about his hockey statistics and Yuta cornered you to talk about bondage, so you turned around fast and fled to avoid being caught in those strange conversations again. You were really not in the mood to entertain frat boys, determined to hide in Chenle's room until he showed up, even if the door was closed.

But you weren't so lucky to avoid other situations, because as you walked through the entrance that led to the kitchen, you bumped into another Ghostface, making you jump. Luckily you didn't scream this time, silently appreciating your composure when he removed his mask to reveal Mark underneath, who smiled down at you. He looked so good, light-brown hair falling on his face, giving him a soft aspect and wishing you could play with the long strands. Still, you just stared at him like a deer caught in highlights, hoping that the other two Ghostfaces didn’t follow you.

‘’Just the girl I was looking for,’’ he said, eyeing you and noticing your headband and then chuckling, as the two tiny pumpkins shaked above your head. He gave one a tiny push, making it shake more. ‘’Cute.’’

‘’T-thanks’’, you said, moving a step back and giving him a small smile. Don’t run or make weird talk, you told yourself exhaling, don’t be weird. Act like a normal person. ‘’Um, you were looking for me?’’

‘’Yeah, Chenle’s not here and I am supposed to take you to our room,’’ he said, looking straight into your eyes, with such a gentle expression it melted your heart. Ugh, he’s so cute and nice. ‘’Don’t worry, it will be just us. I mean— is that okay with you?’’

‘’Yeah, yeah, sure,’’ you said, trying to sound cool while discreetly touching your cheek as you adjusted a strand of your hair, trying to feel if you were blushing. So far, so good. ‘’It’s okay, lead the way!’’ 

You were about to kick you internally, feeling a little cringy, but then someone else joined you and Mark. You recognized him as one of the Big’s of NCT, Jaehyun. Of course, he was wearing a Ghostface costume too. 

‘’Mark! You got a minute?’’ He asked, passing an arm to his shoulders, and then looking at you. He tilted his head as he squinted his eyes as if trying to remember where he knew you from, pointing at you as he struggled to recall your name. ‘’Hey, you’re that girl. The library girl.’’

‘’Oh?’’ You asked, raising your eyebrows, a bit confused. Even though you knew who Jaehyun was, you had never really spoken to him until then, not even shared a class or something. ‘’Who?’’

‘’Yeah, the girl that—,’’ he interrupted himself, feeling the heavy gaze of Mark’s on him, and realizing it was the best to shut the fuck up. He gave you one of his best smiles, full of dimples, and then turned his face towards Mark, giving him a pat on the chest. ‘’Can you come for a minute, man? There’s a problem with the sound connection and I think you’re the only one sober here.’’ 

‘’Yeah, sure,’’ he looked at you with a doubtful face and surprised you when suddenly he grabbed you by the shoulders, pushing you smoothly but firmly towards the wall so you weren’t that visible from other entries to the kitchen. ‘’Wait for me here, I’ll be quick. Okay?’’

‘’Okay,’’ you just responded, trying not to scream my crush just touched me! and nodded with your head, giving him a reassuring, small smile. It wasn't’ like you were about to run anywhere else. 

The moment Mark and Jaehyun disappeared in the hallway, you shoot from where you were standing straight to the bar. You knew it was impossible for them not to have a good damn bar anytime they do something, so you thanked them in silence and their alcoholic ways. You expected to see Kun or maybe even Johnny there, but instead you encountered Yangyang in the wild, making eye contact with the pink haired boy and hurriedly coming over. If you were about to be alone with Mark Lee for God’s know how many minutes, you needed some liquid courage. 

‘’Give me anything as a shot right now, quick!’’ You whispered-shouted, looking behind your shoulder to make sure Mark wasn’t coming back yet. 

‘’Okay, okay!’’ He said matching your desperation without asking questions, his hands rapidly grabbed the tequila and served two shots. He looked at you with his mouth open watching how the two shots disappeared almost instantly as you drank both. ‘’Uhm, thats was mi—’’

‘’Oh my God! Give me something sweet, not gasoline, please,’’ you made a face, feeling the burning taste of the tequila coming down your throat and coughing a little. 

This time Yangyang served two shots of something pink, and he hurried to grab his before you could drink that as well for the second time. 

‘’Jesus, what’s up to you? You never drank like this,’’ he said, looking at you suspiciously while you took another shot. He also noticed you were alone, nor Chenle or Renjun next to you. Weird. Even if Yangyang was a menace, he was a good guy, so he lowered his voice and searched for your eyes. ‘’Are you okay?’’

‘’Why? I don’t look okay?’’ You asked nervously, serving yourself another shot before Yangyang took the bottle away, making him more suspicious of you as he observed how you drank the fifth shot. You decided to change the topic, distracting him. ‘’What are you doing here alone? Where’s Kun?’’

‘’He left me in charge, he went to smoke or something,’’ Yangyang said, uninterested as he was guarding the bottle as if you were about to steal it or drinked completely. And maybe he was right. ‘’Jisung went to buy some alcohol, we ran out of beer already.’’

‘’You? In charge?’’ You let out a small laugh, a little surprised, gaining yourself an unamused look from Yangyang. You wondered what the other frat guys were up to that night that the top choice was the pretty, chaotic boy in front of you. You looked behind your shoulder and saw Mark close to the kitchen door, speaking with Kun, who was coming back to the bar too. You grabbed the bottle Yangyang was holding and gave him a serious look. ‘’Give me another shot and we never had this conversation, okay?’’ 

‘’Yes ma’am,’’ he responded quickly, serving two more shots after following your gaze to the door. He smirked a little with a knowing look but said nothing, drinking the shot with you and just giving a smile to the other two neos as they were about to approach the bar. ‘’Don’t worry,’’ he assured you in a whisper, ‘’I don’t know nor I heard something. Actually, who are you?’’

‘’Are you drinking?’’ Kun asked the first thing to Yangyang with a sigh, making him move out of the way and taking the bottle he was holding. ‘’I swear, leaving you in charge it’s like leaving a sugar addict in a candy store.’’

‘’Hey! I was taking really well care of the bar!’’ Yangyang defended himself with an offended scoff, but you stopped listening to their banter when you felt Mark grabbing your hand in a soft movement, seeking your attention. 

‘’You ready?’’ He asked, coming so close that you could feel the warmth coming off his body. God, he smelled so good. The shots might have worked, because you were able to nod your head and smile at him, feeling much relaxed while you were screaming internally trying not to freak out because he was holding your hand. ‘’Let’s go then.’’

Mark guided you towards an internal aisle that lead to the stairs, and even if you knew the way since he was roommates with Chenle, you didn't let go of his hand, leaving behind Kun and Yangyang arguing as the other people in the NCT house were already waiting for the movie to start.

But as you were climbing the last steps towards the first floor, you heard the opening scene. The Exorcist? You saw behind you trying to steal a quick glance, but instead you encountered a Ghostface standing on the bottom of the stairs. It was looking up at your moving body, head tilted in a curious manner. You were about to tear your eyes away, but then he slowly lifted a gloved hand and moved two fingers to the black mouth of the mask, making a V form and wiggling them. You gasped lowly, taken aback by the dirty gesture, the reaction going unnoticed by Mark.

Mark took you to two sections of stairs, you watching his back the whole time while the sound of the movie was being more and more muffled as you two got away. He let you go in first after opening the door, and as you entered you noticed the music playing low and a mood lamp, giving a cozy, chill vibe you liked. This was more of your style. You let out a heavy sigh, grateful to be there. 

You went straight to Chenle’s bed to sit like you usually did and watched as Mark went to the small mini fridge, taking two bottles of water and offering you one. 

‘’You’re not drinking tonight?’’ You asked him curiously, playing with the cold bottle as you didn’t want to to ease the shots you took before. The few times you were at the frat you’d never seen Mark completely out-of-it drunk, but definitely not not drinking either. 

‘’Nah, I’m taking it slow tonight,’’ Mark answered and smiled down at you. He took a seat next to you, so close his tight brushed yours, sparkling goosebumps to your legs, which you crossed it trying to play it cool. You needed to do something, so you actually took a sip of water and missed the way Mark was staring at your legs, eyeing your black stockings. 

‘’You can leave, you know? You don’t have to wait with me, you’re missing the movie,’’ you blurted softly, feeling a little bad for him. Being a babysitter while the whole frat was having fun downstairs. 

‘’I don’t want to, I… I really want to keep you company,’’ he said with a small smirk, eyes gentle. ‘’I mean— if you want to.’’

‘’You do?’’ You questioned a little surprised, moving your body so you could face him better, the cold feeling of the water bottle in your hands being a good anchor. You weren’t able to stop your eyes from looking at this mouth, but quickly moved it to his eyes. Focus. Don’t stare at his cute smile.

‘’Yeah,’’ he laughed a little sheepishly, ‘’I actually wanted to talk with you a few times but you kinda… run away?’’ He tried to say it without grimacing, stare static on you to measure your reaction. You laughed a little, embarrassed, but ended up nodding your head. Why would you deny it? You shrugged and murmured a small sorry, feeling a little shy. ‘’It’s okay, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, you know? That’s all.’’

‘’You don’t!’’ You quickly assured him. Apparently the alcohol was not only making you more relaxed, but it opened your big mouth as well. ‘’You don’t make me uncomfortable. I just… get a little bit nervous around you and— and I don’t know what to say so I just leave and—’’ you interrupted yourself, feeling a hand on your knee, comforting you. 

You looked down, seeing Mark’s pretty, big veiny hand caressing your knee and making circles with his thumb— making you malfunction as you study his long fingers. You felt warm filling your body and breathed deeply. He’s just being nice, calm down.

‘’Relax, baby, it’s okay,’’ Mark said, giving you another gentle smile. He signed while shaking his head, looking relieved and a little bit amused. ‘’I get it. I really thought you were avoiding me because I was annoying or something… or maybe because you like someone?’’ 

‘’I like someone?’’ You dumbly repeated, feeling your face warm and trying not to sound panicked. You licked your lips deep in thought, you couldn't say that you crushed on his best friend too, right? Don’t say he’s your crush! Don’t speak about your other crush in front of this crush either! 

‘’I haven’t seen you dating, even though I know there’s a couple of guys interested in you,’’ he mumbled, keeping his curious gaze on you as his hand very slowly went just a little up, moving towards your thigh. It felt really innocent, like he was still trying to comfort you, a pretty but scaredy cat. Relaxing you, winning your trust. ‘’Why’s that?’’ 

‘’Um… I don’t know,’’ you lied, not doing anything to stop his hand. Why was the room getting so hot? It was such a bad idea to wear a sweater that night. Your legs twitched a little under his touch, making Mark grin even more.

It felt like falling under a spell, you had him so close and he smelled really good, and was so kind, and you couldn't help but study his handsome face. It was just the two of you, and that made you feel a bit more confident and calm. It wasn't as stressful as other occasions, full of other people watching and judging. 

‘’Little liar,’’ he laughed huskily, coming even closer to you. He fixed his gaze on your face, squeezing your thigh a little, hand completely under your skirt now. ‘’I thought we passed the part when you ran away, baby. I wanna know what’s in that head of yours,’’ he whispered.

Your heart jumped everywhere inside you going crazy, racing and nervous. Sometimes you imagined the power Mark could have on you, he made you blush with just crossing glances on the hallway. But having him so close to you, touching you and teasing you— it was too much. But it felt so right, and your body was reacting to him so fast. Thighs rubbing against each other slowly, wet covering between your legs and making your pussy throb. Fuck it, you wanted him so bad. You tried to take your eyes off him, but Mark pinched your tight teasingly, making you gasp in surprise.  

‘’You won’t tell me, it’s that so?’’ He smirked, leaning his body towards you and putting his other hand on your chin, pinching it softly as he raised it so his lips could find yours. ‘’I’ll show you what’s in mine, then.’’

Nothing could prepare you to feel his lips on yours. Mark kissed you softly first and the shock lasted for a few seconds until you kissed him back, making him smile a little against your mouth before going at it again. His soft, almost tender kisses did an excellent job of relaxing you, loosening your body against his and even daring to rest one of your hands on his chest, clutching his shirt. The kisses didn’t feel awkward or clumsy, mouths moving against each other easily and that kinda surprised you for good, feeling a wave of desire building up on you. It felt so easy, wanted.

You felt more loose thanks to the way he was kissing you, giving you small touches with his tongue and taking the time to get to know your lips, but damn it, you wanted more. Your tongue brushed against his in a languid and sensual manner, wanting to make its way between his lips that he parted for you, letting out a low growl and sliding his hand to your neck, devouring your mouth with an eagerness that you felt as well. 

The kiss that started slowly got completely out of control, your shyness flying slowly but surely out the window and doing what you had really wanted for a long time; kissing Mark Lee with total freedom. The wet sound of your lips joining and your tongues playing filled the room, Mark's hand moving up and down your thigh in such a possessive way that it almost had you purring for him. 

You didn't stop him when he gently pushed you against the bed without separating his lips from yours, in the back of your mind you tried not to think that it was your friend's bed, but hell would freeze over before you stopped kissing Mark. His body covered yours and settled between your legs that you parted to make space for him, wrapping them around his thighs to pull him even closer to you. You felt his hard cock everytime he rubbed himself against you, sending a rush of desire to your body, moaning lowly in his mouth as you were getting more and more wet until it soaked your panties.

The heavy breaths of the two of you was all you could hear, completely immersed in Mark and his touch, his pretty whimpers engraving in your mind while he started dry humping you. Bodies moving in unison, slowly building a sensual and needy rhythm, softs gasps leaving your mouth every time he brushes his length against your pussy.

Unfortunately, both of you needed a bit of air, so when Mark pulled his mouth away after a hot making out session, you didn't stop him, taking a breath as well and feeling your body burning all over, including your lungs, both of you panting. He took his hot, wet kisses to your neck, kissing and giving small bites that did nothing to calm your racing heart but making you moan more. 

He moved one of his hands underneath your sweater, palm slowly finding your breast and squeezing it possessively when realized that you weren’t wearing anything under your clothes, soft skin against his long fingers that started playing with your hardening nipple. ‘’Fuck, baby. No bra? What other surprises you have, hm?’’

You were feeling so happy and excited, an empowering sensation filling your veins. It was more than just adrenaline and arousal, and you tested it rubbing your pussy against his hardening length again, winning some horny, lowly whimpers from Mark that made you even wetter for him. You let out a breathless laugh that was cutted by a harsh bite Mark left on your neck. 

‘’Baby, did you drink before?’’ He breathed heavily into your face, staring down at you. His hands caressing your thighs under your skirt, moving his touch up to your sides and squeezing his fingers there. He was exploring your body, touching and grabbing, making you more agitated and so fucking needy.

You ignored him and kissed him again, not stopping the rubbing against his hard cock in his pants. But he actually moved away, arching a brow and waiting for a response. Fuck, he was so handome like that, you thought with a soft whimper. ‘’I asked you something, baby.’’

‘’No,’’ you lied, grimacing afterwards with regret. No more running. ‘’I mean, actually yes, why?’’ 

‘’You taste like strawberry liquor,’’ he simply responded, smiling against your lips, brushing his with yours. You felt your cheeks warming up a little and licked your lips, feeling nothing but his taste. Mark’s eyes followed every movement and groaned when he felt you rubbing against him, slowly and sensual. ‘’Taste so good.’’

‘’Thanks,’’ you murmured without thinking, kissing him again without any shame and making Mark give in to the kiss, this time more soft yet deep, sensual. He cupped your cheek, thumb brushing against your swollen mouth from the hard kisses, giving you a small bite to your lip.

‘’Fuck. You’re so pretty,’’ Mark said, voice sounding a little hoarse, his strong hands taking your legs, untangling them from his body. He pushed them up to your sides, making you let out a sound of surprise for the sudden movement, your skirt completely lifting and leaving you exposed to him. His eyes held a mixture of desire and tease, gaze dark with hunger. ‘’I wonder if you taste like that in other parts too. You'll let me find out, right?’’

"W-what?" You stuttered, feeling a new wave of wetness covering your cunt when Mark looked at you with those big, pretty brown eyes usually full of calm and gentleness, but now seeming more intense and focused on you. "T-taste me?"

''You'll let me taste this pretty, shy pussy no one gets to touch?'' He muttered huskily, his gaze traveling to between your thighs, where a patch of wetness covered your panties and stockings too, making him moan just by that vision. He caressed your pussy and directed his thumb to your clothed clit, massaging it in slow circles and making you moan with need at the sensation. He gave you a little slap there, making you almost close your legs but he stopped you by pushing you more open with his hands. ''Say it, baby.''

‘’Mark, please!’’ You begged him, wanting his touch more than anything. You didn’t give a fuck about anything now, feeling a rush of heat hit your lower belly and driving you insane. You heard a sudden noise and stared at Mark with a new sense of thrill filling you when noticed he just ripped your poor stockings, leaving the fragile material broken against your skin.

‘’You gotta do better than that,’’ he mocked you, moving back a little and taking you to the edge of the bed and gettin on the floor sitting on his knees. His cheek rubbed your inner thigh, inhaling and leaving wet kisses there, even some bites that made you whimper with need. ‘’I’ve been waiting for this long enough, don't you wanna be good for me? Fucking say it, baby.’’

‘’Yes,’’ you said, breathless, feeling your head in the clouds with everything that was happening. You blushed a little more, trying to close your legs when Mark bit your sensitive skin harder, sucking it and brushing his tongue over, face dangerously close to your core. ‘’M-mark, taste me,’’ you begged him with a whisper, red cheeks, pushing your hips into his face, an invitation. 

‘’That’s my good girl,’’ Mark purred. He didn’t wait any longer, fingers slowly moving aside your panties, eyes fixed on your dripping pussy like he was memorizing it. Using the tip of his nose to bump your clit almost playfully, lips kissing your clothed cunt slowly, driving you crazy with his soft movements. 

Mark couldn't believe he had you just to himself, all pretty and wet, opened for him to do whatever he wanted. ‘’Fuck. This is all for me, baby?’’ He didn’t waste more time and went down on you, his tongue giving you a long, slow lick that made you moan as he separated your glisterings folds with it.  

He eated your pussy in the same way he kissed you before, slowly and savoring you, lips and tongue roaming in your folds slurping and licking your slick like a hungry man, taking his time in building a pace that had you whimpering and arching for him, filling you with pleasure every time his hot mouth would suck and lick you. He made out with your cunt, tongue swiping lazily and in circles against your clit, making a mess of his saliva and your juices combined, mouth open wide to catch any rests of it, the wet, dirty noise of it filling the room. 

You saw stars and held into his hair, making him chuckle against your wet folds when you started rubbing against his face moaning his name, not a single trace of the shy girl you usually was.

‘’Mark, fuck. Feels so good,’’ you moaned, grabbing his hair like you always wished to, fingers tangling in his locks. He flicked his tongue on your clit and sucked hard, his long fingers playing on your entrance, teasing you. ‘’Oh my God, don’t stop—’’

‘’Taste so fucking good,’’ he groaned, dipping into your pussy with more desperation, like he could’t get enough of you. His tongue traveled from your entrance to your clit, leaving saliva strings and slurping them, tasting your over and over. Your breath hitched and you squirmed as you felt his tongue swirling around your clit, moaning as the pleasure was increasing intensely. ‘’Fuck, so wet and pretty for me. Can you take more, baby?’’

You nodded rapidly, desperate for more pleasure. He pushed deep inside one finger into you as he didn’t stop moving his tongue on your pussy, pressing and moving it in circles in your clit. He worked both at the same time, his finger fucking you more fast and his tongue carresing your palpitating clit. 

You heard knocks on the door and completely ignored it just like Mark did, so deep in ecstasy you didn't care about anything but Mark and his touch, and the hot feeling of his mouth eating you in such an obscene, filthy way. Your eyes rode behind your head when he added two more fingers pushing them deeply, making you moan and feeling so close to cum, feeling so open—

‘’That’s it, take it,’’ he praised you, watching your face twist in pleasure. ‘’Sound so pretty— I can’t fucking wait to fuck this pussy,’’ he grunted, fucking you more fast with his digits. ‘’I’m gonna fill you up so good you’ll feel me for days.’’

His words leave you a little astonished and so fucking turned on— this was the same calm man you admired from afar? Talking so dirty, eating you up like a whole meal, you couldn't believe how things took a turn like that, but you love it.

‘’I’m gonna cum— Mark,’’ you whimpered, breathless, hips rising up but Mark’s firm and strong grip pushed you down to the bed. Your cunt clenched around his long fingers and you moaned, feeling your body explode with delight, thighs crushing Mark’s head as you came on his fingers with a gasp, roding your climax as his fingers didn’t stop moving even afterwards it ended. 

You were breathless and sensitive to his touch that was caressing your velvety walls with slow, profound thrusts of his fingers until you could’t take more. The knocking on the door didn’t stop, making Mark groan by the incessant interruption. Your eyes shut opened when a wave of awareness hit and realized where you were, registering the sound a moment later in your foggy, pleasured clouded mind. 

‘’Hello?! Mark? Is anyone here?’’ A voice you knew perfectly asked, followed by some more knocking. 

‘’Fuck, that’s Chenle!’’ You hurriedly whispered, sitting and pushing Mark. You didn’t knew what to do, just sitting there listening to the knocks. He didn’t seem as alarmed as you, taking his sweet time in licking his fingers clean while looking at you with a playful smirk on his face, your slick adorning some parts of it.

You stared at him in a daze, feeling a new rush of heat hitting you, not stopping him when he launched at you to kiss you again. You both kissed deeply and languidly, tasting yourself in his mouth. Tongues moving and playing together in a heated kiss that had you needy again in no time, moaning into the kiss. Mark cradled your face, forehead touching yours as he smiled down at you. 

‘’Just ignore him, baby,’’ he whispered against your lips, kissing them sweetly a few times, none of you couldn't let go of the other. He sighed and rolled his eyes when his phone rang loudly with one text after another, not going unnoticed by Chenle outside the room either. ‘’Keep kissing me, yeah? I’ll make you feel real good.’’

The knocking stopped.

‘’What are you guys doing?!’’ Chenle asked teasingly after a few seconds, making you sigh against Mark’s lips, defeated. You heard your friend gasp in somewhat horror, realization hitting him. ’’You better not be fucking in my bed!’’

Since the weekend you were locking yourself in your room, going to classes almost incognito. After the encounter you had with Mark you were… well, avoiding him. You felt so shy and nervous again, running away the times you saw him coming to you. You clearly enjoyed the whole thing and wanted more, but at the same time it felt so intense and good— you didn't know what to say or do, or how to approach the situation.

That wasn't Chenle’s case. He just looked at you with a knowing smile, until you blushed and he giggled fascinated with the situation. He had given your number to Mark, he announced proudly (and a little threateningly) one morning he went to deliver books to your room. He also threatened to bring Mark himself to your dorm if you kept hiding, two days being enough foolery. 

Turns out Chenle was delighted with the idea of first, having something above your head (with the intention of annoying you and not blackmailing you (kinda)) and second, having his best friend date his another best friend (‘’you two make so much sense!’’ he had said like he couldn't believe he hadn’t realised that sooner). 

Chenle felt like an idiot, not giving a second thought about the way you acted, how you blushed and stuttered in his friend’s presence. ‘’You like him!’’ he announced, pushing up his big, black sunglasses revealing two eyes shining like he discovered the truth of a conspiracy. He kinda did. 

You knew it was dumb and sooner or later you would have to confront Mark at some point but for the time being you were hiding in your safe space, the library. Well, Chenle would call it hiding, but you preferred calling it ‘’time for yourself to think what the hell is going on’’ and clear your mind. 

It was pretty late at night after dinner, but still some students were doing work, like you. You knew the opening hours like the back of your hand, so you had some time before the librarian kicked you out. You had quite a few books in front of you for an investigation for an assignment you were doing in advance, and didn’t know exactly when, but your eyes shut down for a moment. 

Your soul almost jumped out of you when your phone rang in an upcoming call and interrupted your unprop nap, hurriedly searched for it by rummaging through sheets and books scattered across the table, not wanting to bother other people with the loud sound.

‘’Hello?’’ You said groggily, blinking a few times and leaning back in the chair. That it was enough for today, you thought as you were massaging your neck.

‘’Did I wake you up?’’ A voice cooed at you lovingly and a little bit mocking. ’’Sorry, but I don't want you to stiffen your neck, sweetheart.’’

Suddenly you felt more awaken after listening to that fucking voice. ‘’What? Who's this?’’ You moved away your phone to see the ID, but it was a private number again.

‘’I don’t think the library is the best place for a nap, the chairs are uncomfortable, don’t you agree?’’

An eerie feeling that you were getting accustomed to filled your body, making you sit straight and look around in the library. You felt not only annoyed, but a little cautious too. The caller must be here, you thought. You scanned the few students left studying and reading, some were getting ready to leave, but no one had a phone in their ears and nobody was looking at you either. Thankfully no one was wearing the stupid Ghostface costume, too. Who the fuck is calling, then?

‘’How did you know? Are you here?’’ You asked, standing up. You looked up from your table to the first floor. It was a pretty big library so maybe the caller was elsewhere, but you didn’t see anything or anyone up there. You tried not to catch attention, walking like nothing to the stairs, wanting a better look from another point of view. If you had him talking, maybe you could hear his real voice wherever he was. 

‘’I always know where you are’’, the voice simply responded. ‘’Why do you wanna know that? You wanna see me?’’

You didn't answer as you climbed the stairs, getting to the first floor and finding it empty. You advanced a little more anyway, observing the deserted tables and the lamps turned off. It wasn't that scary up there being alone, knowing there were other people at the library even if it was late. It made you feel safe. 

‘’I wanna know who you are,’’ you said, pausing when you heard a noise coming from one of the aisles the bookshelves formed. You heard movements below too and when you looked down, some more students were leaving. ‘’I’m seeing you everywhere, it’s not fair I don’t get to see your face.’’

‘’You think you don’t know me?’’ The caller said, his electronic voice annoying you with his teasing tone at the same time it raised the hair on your neck. ‘’Who you think I am?’’

‘’Do I?’’ You said with clenched teeth, advancing towards the aisle you heard the noise before. The voice laughed lowly, waiting for your response. ‘’Xiaojun? Johnny?’’

‘’Maybe we could play a game,’’ the voice purred his offer. ‘’Do you like Hide and Seek?’’

‘’Why would I play that? I’m not five nor interested,’’ you quietly said after huffling, walking by the aisle that was becoming more and more dark. You didn’t hear more noises, thinking you were actually alone up there, nothing but old books and dust.

‘’If you wanna know who I am, you have to figure where I am first,’’ the caller said, making you stop. ‘’And I could be anywhere, it’s a big place. So many good places to hide...how’s your sense of direction?’’

‘’Ten? Jeno? Jungwoo?’’ You tried once more, losing your patience. ‘’Stop this game, I’m being dead serious!’’ 

‘’But we’re already playing and it’s so much fun, don’t you think? I’m hiding and waiting for you. The question is, you’re gonna find me? Or are you looking at the wrong direction?’’

‘’Yeah, right, there’s no one else here…’’ You stopped speaking, feeling your heart beating fast in the middle of the dark. You quickly turned around another bookshelf, more illuminated and feeling a little more brave. ‘’I bet you aren’t even here, you’re just bullshiting this whole thing from your room, isn't it? Hendery? Yuta?’’ 

‘’You don’t really believe me? Sweetheart, I’m right here in this library,’’ the voice laughed a little, amused by your distrust and uncertainty. ‘’Can you find me? If you do… you’ll get a prize. But if you don’t, it will be your turn to hide. And I never lose.’’

‘’Bullshit, if you were here I’ll hear you talking and I only hear silence. So? I think you’re cheating,’’ you answered, turning another corner and finding no one. The place actually was silent, so you felt more confident in your theory.

You were alone and someone was keeping up the fucked up joke probably from the other side of campus. You scanned some aisles as you passed by, seeing nothing but darkness and books. 

‘’I would never cheat on you, princess,’’ the voice said, sounding almost insulted. ‘’And I can be quiet as a mouse when I need to be. That’s the fun part, you never notice my eyes on you, getting all paranoid on me. It's cute,’’ he playfully said. 

‘’And you like that? Seeing me scared and making me paranoid?’’ You scoffed incredulously, feeling a rush of anger. ‘’Well, fuck you. I’m not afraid.’’

‘’You should be. I’m right behind you,’’ the caller whispered flirtily on the phone.

You spinned around so fast, heart pounding crazily in your chest, but no one was there. You sighed feeling a little shaken, thinking that this game maybe was getting outta control… and it really, really didn’t feel like a fucking frat prank anymore. Like the previous call, you felt like entering a dead end game. 

‘’Oh, sweetheart, don’t be scared! I was just teasing!’’ The voice said, cooing at you. ‘’You’re so cute. You seem a little disappointed, keep looking for me. Where am I? Maybe behind the encyclopedias? Or near the romance novels, watching you with all the love in my heart?’’

‘’You’re not here,’’ you said trying to convince yourself, hurriedly trying to leave the first floor and stopping when you thought you saw something fast passing by the bookshelves on the other side of the floor. ‘’You’re messing with my head and it’s not funny, stop that.’’

‘’If that’s so, why are you looking for me, then? You’re getting warmer, by the way… how long will it take you to find me, pretty girl? I’m getting anxious, you know,’’ the caller sighed as he was the bored one, making you lose his precious time. ‘’I’m closer than you think.’’

‘’You’re not here,’’ you repeated, done with the whole situation. You walked towards the stairs ready to come down, but before you did you jumped hearing the noise of a book falling behind you. You turned around and saw no one there once again. Your eyes pickled with some tears and you took a breath, slowly taking the stair railing to try to ground yourself not giving into panic and nerves. ‘’Stop trying to scare me!’’

‘’But I don’t wanna do that, sweetheart, I just wanna… give you a little thrill,’’ his mischievous tone resonated against your ear. ‘’I’ll give you another hint. I’m not on the horror novels or the history books shelves. C’mon, I thought you wanted to see me?’’

You ended the call and quickly came down the stairs, noticing the librarian stuff was still on her desk but no other students were there on the main floor, just you. You went to your table and pushed your stuff into your backpack, but then your phone rang again. 

You let it ring two missed calls before answering. ‘’What do you want?!’’ 

‘’Good girl, I knew you'd pick up again,’’ the voice mumbled seductively, teasing you. ‘’I'm getting impatient, you know? I’m waiting for you to turn around but you don’t notice me.’’

Once again you turned around seeing nothing but empty space, hearing him laugh in your ear with that electronic, teasing voice. He was watching you?

‘’I’m done with this game,’’ you said, moving towards the entrance. ‘’Stop fucking calling me.’’

‘’Then why do you keep answering? Maybe you like… my voice? My games? My attention? You walked past me so many times but you don’t seem to notice how I look at you,’’ the caller said, making you doubt as you grabbed the door handle. ‘’Maybe you’ll start to look around more.’’

‘’So this is what it is? Are you a weird secret admirer or something?’’ You angrily asked, pushing the door and leaving the library, taking a deep breath of the cold breeze. 

‘’And you haven’t guessed the best part yet,’’ the caller said, ‘’now did you? You see… I never play these games alone.’’ 

You didn't say anything as you walked watching everywhere around you, feeling really on edge, like he could come outta nowhere. 

‘’Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll have so much fun together.’’

You hung up the call feeling your heart racing and breathed in relief when you got far enough from the building… just to turn around one more time to see, not able to stop yourself from doing so.

You gasped when you saw a Ghostface standing by the building entrance, staring directly at you. He sent you a flying kiss, entering the building you just left.

So you ran out of places to hide. With Chenle keeping an eye on you with his new found interest in playing Cupid and the thought of another encounter with the stalker in the library, you didn’t have much options. More like down to zero.

Halloween was close and Neo Chi Tau was keeping their group joke, so you had to still see Ghostfaces around you everyday. But what started as annoyance in the beginning transformed into distrust… and morphed into fury. You were angry, feeling really dumb. Why were you letting the whole thing go so far? Why do you let whoever it was get into your head? Giving them power? Whoever was calling, you won’t let it have control again. 

Next time, you’ll confront who was underneath the costume once and for all. 

You felt pushed out of one of your favorite places, avoiding the library, not wanting to go there and staying late like you used to. But Renjun could bring so many books to you before getting annoyed and weirded out at your behavior (You’re not going to the library again? It’s like the third time!) and you didn't know if you wanted to tell him what’s going on like you did with Hanni before. Even though you didn’t tell her about the last call. 

Huang Renjun watched you closely as he stopped writing, feeling your stare on him instead of your books and he frowned suspiciously. You were studying his two toned hair like it holded the answer to all your questions, and maybe it did.

‘’Junie, remember the night you called me? With the voice modulator?’’ You started, trying to play it cool. 

He sighed, leaving his pen and turning all his attention to you. ‘’Yeah, what about it?’’

‘’I was wondering… Who was next in line? To use it, I mean.’’

‘’Mh, I don’t remember,’’ he said with a shrug. He went back to his notes, writing. He lifted his eyes back to you when you didn’t say anything more or went back to your book. ‘’Why?’’

‘’Nothing,’’ you were quick to respond, but you should know better as Renjun murmured your name, arching a brow. ‘’What?’’

‘’Spit it out.’’

‘’Just… someone called me the other night with that stupid thing and I wanna know who. Can you check it out later, maybe?’’

Renjun made a face, shaking his head no. ‘’Sorry, I can’t. They erased the board because Xiaojun and Hendery needed it for a Math project or something, I stopped listening when they talked about condoms, body counts and statistics as a final presentation.’’

‘’Damn,’’ you whispered, disappointed. You looked down at your book, feeling at the starting line once again. 

‘’Don’t worry, they won’t bother you much longer. I think Jaemin lost that thing when he got drunk at the Spooky Super Mambo Jambo, whatever it's called,’’ he rolled his eyes and smiled at you.

The weird prank was spiraling out of control and it was taking you down too. It was frustrating, that little game you didn't ask to be a part of. What was worse, it was becoming your little secret, in fear of looking like a paranoid killjoy if you talked about it.

Your mind was thinking hard about the last encounter. Why did you answer the calls? That question lingered in your head. You actually wanted to play the game? No, you felt paranoid too many times. But then why was it weird not to receive a call that day? What the hell were you waiting for? 

It was so dumb… what were you doing? Acting like a prisoner for a stupid frat joke? October was about to end soon anyway, and the whole Ghostface thing was about to finish too. 

After one of your classes you decided to take the long walk back to your dorm, enjoying the weather and the calmness your resolutions were giving you. Everytime you come across a Ghostface, mask on or not, you will hold their gaze almost threateningly, gaining a few confused and weird out looks because of the attitude, even Yangyang giving you his middle finger after he got an especially annoyed snarl from you.

You kept on walking, faltering to notice someone was following you not that far away. As you advanced around the campus, fewer students appeared, making everything look emptier as classes were finishing. You started noticing footsteps behind you and turned around, seeing a Ghostface coming right behind you. This time you didn’t feel scared or nervous, huffing and giving him an eye roll. Fucking weirdo. If that idiot was expecting a reaction from you he could go fuck himself.

But your heartbeat picked up a little bit when he kept walking behind you, even daring to come a little more close. You turned around again and gave him the dirtiest look you could manage, not feeling that secure as before but unwilling into turning into your scared self. You kept your composure and didn’t show anything in your face, choosing to ignore him. 

But when you turned around a corner and he followed you just like a shadow, you had enough.

‘’Hey, asshole! Stop following me!’’ You sneered, turning around and facing him. He stopped a few steps from you, tilting his head like a confused child listening to you. He shocked his head no. ‘’No? Are you dumb or something?’’ 

He shook his head no once again, infuriating you. So started to walk towards him but Ghostface didn’t move or stepped back.

‘’Take off your mask,’’ you demanded, irritated. He shook his head once again, and that was enough for you. You came toe to toe with him, trying to take off the white mask yourself, but then, his gloved hand shot quickly and grabbed your wrist firmly.

Well, fuck. 

‘’Let go,’’ you said, trying to shake his grip on you. Your pulse picked up, now feeling the ugly claws of fear scratching your body. ‘’I said let me go!’’ You repeated, giving him a hard push.

As both began to struggle against each other and you were about to scream, a noise stopped you. Something had hit the ground. You looked down and saw it. It was a knife, but it didn’t seem like a fake, plastic one you had seen other times at campus. It seemed heavy and had a shiny texture… sharpened and long. This one looked… goddamn real. 

The hairs on the back of your neck rose when a sensation of danger so intense hit you so fast that your stomach collapsed down to your feet, tensing you.

A heavy heartbeat passed, a tense silence feeling like hours.

‘’You know what? I really have to go, so…,’’ you muttered, twisting your wrist to get out of his grasp. He actually let you go, bending down to take the knife slowly, not taking his eyes off you. You backed away immediately, starting to walk quickly with the desire to leave him behind. You turned around to see if he was still there and there he was, walking towards you but this time with the knife firmly held in one of his hands. 

Fuck being brave and confrontational. 

You didn't waste another second in running away, not caring anymore if this was a joke or not. You didn’t know who was behind that mask and weren’t dumb enough to trust blindly that someone won’t hurt you, especially holding a knife. Something inside you was screaming to get away from there and you followed your intuition... which wasn't so wrong, because Ghostface started running to catch up with you.

Adrenaline rumbled inside your body, someone with a fucking real knife was chasing you fast. You kept running and thinking what the fuck to do, which direction take, needing time. You came through some buildings and went to their doors, finding them closed, classes most likely over for the day. You groaned and kept escaping and seeing behind you, that fucking black figure still following you, now walking more calming once it saw you. Some tears of desperation burned in your eyes but you didn’t give up, able to put some distance between him and you. 

You desperately reached another building and pushed hard its door, a squeak of victory leaving your lips when it opened. You entered quickly and turned around to see if he had followed you there, breath caught in your throat then you noticed him not far away but disoriented, like he didn’t know where you went. Seeing him obviously looking for you made you tremble. You backed away fast and ran through the aisle, trying every classroom door to see if it was opened, no luck. 

Until the last one.

You opened the door frantically and entered the classroom, locking it behind you with a sigh. You leaned your forehead against the door trying to catch your breath, heart quivering inside you ready to spiral you into panic mode again. So caught up in the moment, you didn’t notice that the classroom wasn't empty and that someone was inside, with you. 

‘’Just the girl I was dying to see,’’ Lee Donghyuck said, greeting you playfully.

You let out a small, surprised scream when you heard his low voice. You turned around and saw Donghyuck standing up, coming at you slowly. You couldn't contain yourself from observing him carefully, his figure seemed to fill the entire empty room effortlessly, like he was the guardian of it. There were some books and papers on the table, as well as some notes on the old mobile chalkboard behind him, like he was doing homework or research before you interrupted him.

Lee Donghyuck carried himself with a mix of intensity and elegance, a charming personality that could fool anyone with his jokes and humor. He loved being the center of attention, making people laugh and lure them, drawing reactions from them. But he wasn't a clown, reminding you more of a sly jester instead, the campus being his court.

You noticed from time to time that there was another part of him, something that he managed to hide until it was the moment to let it show. Something more dark and sharp, very cunning and calculating. He had a reputation as the best member in the debate team, twisting and morphing any theme it was thrown his way to win. And he did every time, to no one's surprise. Many had tried to throw him off and dared him in class, but Donghyuck's quick tongue was no joke.

That was a well known trait among campus girls too.

‘’Hey, are you okay?’’ He asked, coming close to you noticing your stiff stance. He brushed lightly his knuckles against your moist cheeks, spotting your starting to dry tears. Your breath caught once again, he was suddenly so close to you that even if a potential murderer was chasing after you, you couldn't stop yourself from blushing a little because of his closeness. ‘’What happened, sweetheart?’’ 

‘’S-someone was following me— it was Ghostface with a knife,’’ you sniffle a little, trying to compose yourself, still a little breathless. 

‘’Ghostface? With a knife?’’ He repeated, frowning. He grabbed your arms carefully, caressing them softly trying to comfort you, a little worried. ‘’Hey, it was probably a pra—’’

You shook your head with a scoff while searching in your bag for your phone, trying to ignore the sparks Hyuck’s touch provoked you. ‘’Don’t say it! It wasn't a damn prank, he was holding a knife! I’m calling campus security.’’

His hands stopped you, making you stare at him. ‘’Wait, calm down. It was probably one of the guys, I saw them earlier in the cafeteria.’’ 

You scoffed and shook your head, you weren’t convinced and Donghyuck noticed right away, his attentive eyes not leaving yours. ‘’I don’t care who it was, are you listening to me? He was armed!’’

Donghyuck pressed his lips into a thin line, starting a staring contest with you that incredibly you didn’t lose, challenging him and holding his gaze.

‘’Alright, I’ll go check.’’

‘’What?’’ You asked, letting him move you from blocking the door, unlocking it to your horror. You gasped and locked it again, pushing him softly away from it with a heavy frown on your face, taken aback. ‘’What are you doing?! You can’t go out there, he might be outside still!’’

‘’So? I’ll just talk to him,’’ Donghyuck said, looking at you carefully. A second passed until a teasing, pretty smile started forming on his lips. His brown eyes shined mischievously at you. ‘’Are you worried about me, sweetheart?’’

You looked at him in disbelief, speechless. ‘’I-I, yes! I just got chased with a knife and you wanna look for the guy? Haven’t watched any horror movies? Or have any sense of danger?’’

‘’Alright, calm down,’’ he chuckled, rolling his eyes when he noticed the way you were holding the door handle like your life depended on it, getting more tense. He also noticed your doubt, the way you were biting your lip nervously. ‘’How about… we stay here, then?’’ 

‘’Why we would do that?’’ You asked him, stuttering when you felt his hand covering yours and slowly made you let go of the door handle. You did, feeling more at ease when he didn’t try to unlock it again. Instead, his body started coming close to you, making you retreat towards the nearest wall. ‘’Um. W-what are you doing?’’

‘’Relax, pretty girl. We’ll stay here and I’ll make you feel better, how about that?’’ Hyuck simply said, smirking with you didn’t respond immediately.

You looked nervously to the side, not wanting to leave the door out of sight, but then Donghyuck cradled your face. He didn’t seem worried, focused on you as he studied you up close. You just blinked at him, mesmerized by his beauty and low, rich voice. 

You could see the pretty moles that adorned his soft, tanned skin. Obviously, you didn’t have any idea the effect you had on him, filling Donghyuck’s mind with various visions of you looking at him with your pretty and tearful eyes, but doing something else, like sucking his cock or moaning his name.

Of course you didn’t have any fucking idea of how many times Donghyuck follow you through campus just to have a glimpse of you, how many times he tried to catch your gaze in the hallway to let you know that he wanted you, heart broken everytime you run when he tried to talk to you. He found your shyness cute and endearing, but enough was enough and his patience had runned low.

You tried one more time, your voice filled with hesitation. ‘’I don’t think this is a good idea—’’

‘’Eyes on me, sweetheart,’’ he ordered with a whisper, his firm voice making your heart flutter. ‘’How do you end in these situations, huh?’’ He asked, tilting his head and looking at you with a small smile, teasing you. His hands reached to your body, grabbing your waist smoothly and making circles in your skin with his thumbs.

I’m wondering the same, you thought. His question made you frown, confusion filling your eyes. ‘’What do you mean?’’ 

‘’Locked up in a room with a man that wants nothing but to make you cum until you cry,’’ Donghyuck responded simply, raising a brow at you, waiting for your reaction to his crude words.

And a reaction he got. Your brain malfunctioned right there, surprise and embarrassment making your words die for a moment. You took a shaky breath, feeling like you were caught doing something wrong, cheeks warming under his gaze. You realized quickly the weight of his words, the way he was watching you with something daring in his eyes, like the two of you shared a secret.

‘’H-how do you kno—’’ you stuttered, intrigue blending in your tone.

‘’I know everything that goes on with my best friend,’’ he was quick to respond, smirking smugly at you, pleased. ‘’And my girl. I’m a little hurt, baby,’’ he signed tiredly, complaining, a little offended. ‘’I was the one who saw you first, you know? Still… he taste you first.’’

Your cheeks fired up under his intense gaze, a little mortified. Donghyuck laughed at your puzzled expression, hands surrounding your waist more firmly, his touch possessive when he cornered you against the wall. No words came out of your mouth, licking your lips under Hyuck’s hard glare, not knowing what to say. He smiled a little, coming even closer to you, making your heart go crazy and your head dizzy as the tension Donghyuck created escalated and heated more and more with every passing second.

‘’Poor Mark is heartbroken, you know? Give him so much and then… running again, sweetheart? Are you trying to make him go insane?’’

This was another crush confronting you, but this time it was different. You didn’t have some shots on you to give you valor or had a free way to run to the hills like you used to. You wanted them both so bad… confess to him, say Mark it’s in your head too, just like him. This was something that could come in the middle of their friendship? You were thinking it too much?

‘’I-I didn't mean to—’’

‘’I know. And I know you won’t run from me, right? You’re gonna be good and make it up for me, yeah?’’ Donghyuck muttered under his breath, lips brushing against yours. ‘’You owe me, pretty.’’

You nodded absently, too enchanted in Donghyuck perfume that was filling your senses, being the one who broke the distance and kissed him hard, making him groan contently in your mouth. The way Hyuck was kissing you was exactly like him, provoking and consuming, dominating. His hands roamed your body, hands coming down to your thighs and making you yelp when he lifted you up like nothing. The movement surprised you, not expecting that show of strength you didn’t know he had, quickly throwing your arms around his neck and shoulders holding onto him.

The kiss didn’t stop but it got needier and deeper, lips moving and devouring each other tongues, playing and caressing them with desire. Your legs surrounded Donghyuck’s hips, his hands grabbing you by the ass and holding you against the wall. He whimpered softly in your lips, so needy and sexy it made you shiver with excitement, grinding yourself against him as you kissed him hard. Your hands runned roughly through his hair, holding him and taking control with hot, demanding kisses. 

‘’These fucking skirts will be the death of me,’’ he groaned shakily, mouth coming down to your neck. He kissed your sensitive places there while his hands roamed your ass and thighs, breathing heavily against your neck, busy leaving a trace of hickeys on you. 

‘’You like them?’’ You dared to shyly ask him, gasping when he moved you suddenly, taking you to the nearest desk. 

He kissed you fiercely, making you whimper in his mouth when you felt his hard cock grinding against you, but it wasn't enough. He nodded and chuckled darkly, madhandling you and turning you around, pressing his hard length into your ass. A hot, consuming wave of heat traveled in your body, igniting every part of you with desire. Your thighs rubbed together, feeling your soaked cunt throbbing with need, seeking relief.

‘’I fucking love them. Feel what you do to me, pretty girl? You look so cute and act so coy, making me hard every damn time,’’ he groaned and slapped your ass, winning himself a loud gasp out of you. You moaned at the burning, sting sensation and pushed up your ass, silently asking for more. 

‘’Donghyuck,’’ you whined lowly, unable to find the right words, but deep inside you knew exactly what you wanted, moaning when he spanked you again, harder. Your cheeks burned but you pushed down the sudden rush of shame that threatened to take control over you and grabbed Hyuck’s hand, directing it between your legs, to your aching pussy. 

‘’What do you want, sweetheart? You have to tell me, I wanna hear you,’’ he taunted you, deep voice in your ear. He rested his chin on your shoulder, both hands moving to grab your tits, squeezing them with a husky moan without stopping rutting against your ass.

‘’I-I want you,’’ you whispered, pulling your head back with a soft gasp at his possessive and burning touch, your hand reaching back to grab the hard bulge in his pants. 

Donghyuck moaned in your neck, biting it as rubbed himself in your hand. Feeling like he was about to go insane at any minute, touching you like a mad man, the need to destroy you in the best way possible was the only thing in his mind. He found the strength to speak, tightening his hands on your breasts. ‘’What do you want from me, pretty girl? My fingers, my tongue? My cock?’’ 

You whined again but Donghyuck didn’t give you any, waiting for your response. You closed your eyes and squeezed his dick harder, needy and annoyed by his teasing. ‘’You c-cock, please.’’

‘’Now that’s my good girl,’’ he purred pleased, pushing you down to the cold desk until your cheek touched the surface, firmly pressed by Donghyuck’s hand in your nape. ‘’If you want it so bad, you gotta take it, baby. Go, don’t fucking make me wait.’’

He was nice enough to unbutton his pants and take them down, so you could easily grab him when you reached back, feeling its weight and warmth on your palm, stroking him firmly with long movements. It was big, your fingers barely touching each other around his shaft and your position didn’t help either, but any of you cared. Your face burned a little hot, feeling his size on your hand really made you question nervously if he’s gonna fit, never having someone like Donghyuck before.

You tried to stroke him faster, using your thumb to caress the head of his cock, making him moan louder, breathless. A small smirk formed in your lips, letting go of his cock and moving your hand to push to the side your panties, showing him your wet and shiny, pretty pussy aching for him.

‘’Hyuck, please—’’ you begged, seeing him above your shoulder, giving him your best pleading eyes. ‘’Please, give me your cock.’’

Donghyuck felt as the air was punched out of his lungs at the scene, falling into his knees and giving a silent player to the fucking higher gods that give him such a dirty, beautiful girl like you. He pushed his face between your thighs, giving you a long swipe with his tongue, licking your folds and sucking your clit until you saw points in your vision. He was ruthless, eating you up with grunts and spanks, his pretty lips attached to your sensitive clit, making lingering, firm circles with his tongue until you gasped and tembled.

‘’Fuck, so sweet,’’ he breathed against your pussy, giving you a hard slap in your ass that made you cry a shaky moan. He gives soft, fond kisses to your core and folds as his thumb brushes your sensitive clit softly. ‘’So wet and needy, I could eat you for hours,’’ he murmured as he stood up, licking his lips. ‘’Next time,’’ he added to himself, caressing your ass, inspecting proudly the red marks he left in your delicate skin.

Your breath catches when you felt him angling his cock in your entrance, but no pushing yet, teasing you, so turned on and eager to feel that burn, the stretch his cock promised. Your heart pounded heavily in your chest, the anticipation killing you, a desperate whining leaving your lips.

‘’Fuck,’’ you moaned low, grabing at the desk as Donghyuck starts sliding his cock into you slowly, opening you out on his thickness. It felt like nothing before, so big and carrying that burn you needed so bad. ‘’Oh my God.’’

‘’That's it, take it all,’’ he praises you, feeling you clenching around him with a shared moan, pushing his length into you almost in awe, eyes fixed on your pussy stretching out around him, so tight it might explode. ‘’You’re doing so well, pretty girl. Relax for me, yeah?’’

‘’You’re so big,’’ you wheeze, trying to loosen your body. You moan and hide your face on the desk in an intent of breathing in and out, but Hyuck had other plans as he raised your head with a makeshift ponytail with your hair. Your back arched, the new angle making you feel his cock in places never reached before, now conquered by him. ‘’Mmh, Hyuck! You’re so deep—’’

Swearing you could feel the tip of his cock on your lower stomach, another hot wave of slick covered his length, your pussy throbbing and needing more. 

‘’Fuck yes I am,’’ Donghyuck chuckled darkly, giving you another slow but firm push, nailing himself completely inside you. He moaned huskily, biting into your shoulder. ‘’I’ll fuck this little pussy until you can’t walk.’’

Every thrust of his hips made you moan as he started fucking you so merciless, deep and fast, not giving you time to think or say anything, just feeling so full and being hit with waves after waves of pleasure, becoming rapidly an addict to it. His thick cock stretched you so good, opening you with every inch he pushed inside you until your mouth fell open with a silently cry, so taken aback by the feeling of being fucked like never before. 

You labored breaths mixed with the arousing sound of your bodies crashing into each other, the wet squelch so loud and erotic. 

‘’Feels so good,’’ you murmured, eyes rolling to the back of your head, pussy clenching around him at his brutal pace. One of his hands cupped your jaw roughly, turning your face so you could look at him, pupils blown wide. ‘’Don’t stop, harder—’’

‘’Look at you, such a fucking brat giving me orders,’’ he snarls, slaping your cheek. Your desperates moans made Donghyuck smile, caging you in his arms as he sped up his pace, his cock thrusting into you harshly. ‘’You’re gonna take what I gave you or I won’t let you cum,’’ he threatened.

‘’No, no, no—’’ you begged, babbling and too fucked up to speak. You whimpered when Donghyuck started hitting that spot inside you, knowing that if he wasn't holding you, you would be limp on the desk, too drunk on the pleasure. ‘’Hyuck, please let me cum!’’

Your body trembled with every thrust of his hips, whimpers falling into Donghyuck’s mouth as he kissed and licked your lips, large hands coming to play with your tits. He pushed up your sweater with one hand and grabbed them, smirking when he realised you weren’t using anything underneath, your soft, pretty tits fitting perfectly in his possessive hand. He played with your nipples, pinching them until they hardened. 

‘’You’re gonna be good for me, baby? You’re gonna cum on my cock and thank me for it?’’ Donghyuck asked you, his deep voice taunting you and making you even wetter for him. You nodded rapidly and clenched hard around him, making him whimper too, fucking you harder, powerful thrusts shaking your whole body.

The pleasure burned in your veins deliciously, amplified by the effect Donghyuck had on you, his smell, his rough hands, his cock ramming into you. Everything was so much but so good, the intense feeling driving you insane. Nothing existed in the world at that moment, your mind clouded and fuzzy, just his big cock using your hole and fucking so you hard until you could’t take more.

‘’I’m gonna c-cum,’’ you whispered, biting hard on your lip. Your hand grabbed the one Donghyuck had on your jaw, needing to hold onto him.

‘’Cum on my cock, pretty. C’mon, milk my cock like the good girl you are,’’ he said into your ear, coaxing you like a demon waiting for your sins. His hand serpent down your body, his long fingers moving in circles on your clit, making you whine. ‘’I’m gonna fill you up so good, baby, cum for me.’’

You cried, cuming so hard your vision went blank for a whole moment, but you didn’t forget his orders, muttering various ‘’thank you, thank you’’ as your orgasm hit you hard, your voice shaky and spent. Donghyuck fucked you through your climax, hearing him groan as he chased his own, feeling his warm cum filling you up not much after. Hearing him moan and whimper in pleasure provoked more heat pooling in your belly, Lee Donghyuck’s sounds were the most sensual thing you ever listened to.

‘’Fucking take it,’’ his hoarse, low voice mumbled in your ear. You felt his cock twitching inside you, his load stuffing your womb. ‘’It’s all for you, pretty girl.’’

You never did something like that before, and the action made you blush, finding being full of his cum so amazing and hot. You liked the feeling of his cum leaking from your entrance, such a nasty, intimate connection. 

His touch softened, now cupping your face more gentle as he kissed your cheek and jaw, heavy breaths filling the room. Donghyuck whispered your name, his hands roaming your tits and stomach like he was memorizing every part of you, of your skin.

‘’You did so well for me, sweetheart,’’ Donghyuck said, smiling darkly, holding you even closer. 

Donghyuck lived to his word and… yeah, it was hard for you to walk, especially with his cum leaking out of you. Even more hard was trying to avoid his stare after fucking him in the classroom, and a small part of you kinda preferred being chased with a knife by a potential murderder instead of the mortification of being walked home by your crush turn out one night stand.

Hell, the first option was less tense than having Hyuck’s eyes on you the whole way, silently studying you and your reactions, like when his hand grazed yours and your whole face turned pink, making him smirk amused by your attitude. 

He had insisted on taking you back to your dorm, being a gentleman at heart, and you were grateful for it because you didn’t think you were able to walk around campus knowing someone could jump out and chase after you again. Much less alone at night and far away from your dorms, so you obviously accept it. Luckily, Donghyuck kept his mouth shut but you knew he didn’t need to say a word, the malicious, teasing glint in his eyes being enough. He looked at you with so much desire you were hoping he would push you into somewhere and fuck you again, but you didn’t knew how ask for it.

As the day couldn't turn more twisted, destiny had more in store for you, because Zhong Chenle and Huang Renjun were sitting outside your dorm waiting for you. Looking bored, swiping on their phones and surrounded by some books you recognized from the list you had sent them the day before. They looked up when they heard footsteps, freezing when they noticed you weren’t alone, a very much smug Donghyuck glued to your side.

Holy shit, you thought.

‘’Holy shit,’’ Chenle said out loud, eyeing you both with his brows incredibly high. His face was priceless because he wasn't stupid, the aspect of the two of you was enough evidence about what you were doing and it took nothing to click inside his brain. 

It was impossible to, but Chenle was out of words, staring at the evident new marks on your neck and untidy clothes with a mix of interest and shock, a little bit of horror and confusion too. Renjun mirrored his expression with more horror, but also kinda entertained by the awkward scene, squinted eyes focused on Donghyuck at your side and connecting the dots silently. 

‘’Uhm, well, this is my room,’’ you turned to Donghyuck, tucking your hair behind your ear and wishing for the ground to part ways and swallow you whole. ‘’Thanks for walking me back, Donghyuck.’’

Both Chenle and Renjun pretended not to be there or listening, but you knew your friends and knew they were more likely analyzing everything, gaining material for your incoming interrogation.

‘’It was my pleasure, sweetheart,’’ he smiled, eyes shining mischievously with a terribly handsome smirk. ‘’I’ll see you at the Halloween party, alright?’’

‘’I don’t—’’ you started talking but his presence silenced you, face coming close to yours, lips softly tracing the curve of your ear. 

‘’Don’t even try to ditch on us, princess. Now I know where I can find you,’’ he murmured, giving you a quick kiss to your cheek and just like that he left, leaving you with the ghost of his perfume and full of questions. What the fuck just happend? 

‘’What the fuck just happened!?’’ Chenle questioned you, quickly standing up, eyes big in shock. ‘’Did you— Oh my God I don’t wanna know but did you—?

You nodded your head and opened your door, pushing your books and your friends inside hurriedly, hoping none of your sorority sisters and especially not Donghyuck listened to the chaos. You pushed your back to the door, exhausted. 

‘’Lee fucking Donghyuck?!’’ Renjun shouted inside your room, incredulity filling his voice. ‘’I didn’t see that coming.’’

‘’Well neither do I, weren’t you into Mark?’’ Chenle asked, snapping his fingers in front of Renjun’s face when he gasped in astonishment at the new information. ‘’Catch on quickly, gégé.’’ 

‘’Listen! I… I like Mark, okay? But… I’m also into Donghyuck,’’ you finally confessed, walking into your bed while rubbing your hands tiredly in your face. You groaned. ‘’I like them both.’’

‘’Damn, talk about being greedy,’’ Renjun whistled and laughed, sitting in your bed next to you. ‘’This is amazing and weird. I feel like my child just went on her first date.’’

Chenle snorted, jumping to sit in your desk, crossing his arms. ‘’More like first double fuck festivaI,’’ he said under his breath, shaking his head. ‘’I can’t believe none of you losers tells me anything, I have to find out in the most unholy ways!’’ 

‘’What? How you find out about Mark?’’ Renjun questioned, interested. He tilted his head thoughtfully, thinking about Donghyuck and the way he acted those past days. Calm, composed, no whiny tantrums. No wonder the fucker stopped asking him about your classes and attempts to steal you number, he went his own way to finally get you.

‘’These horny monsters tarnished my bed,’’ Chenle said with an accusing tone, making you groan in embarrassment and Renjun laughed hard, finding hilariously the awfulness Chenle had to endure.

Renjun hand caressed your shoulder in an intent of comforting you as he controlled his laugh, taking a big breath. He tried to catch your eyes, noticing your silence and he cooed at you, giving you a little shake.

‘’Yah, don’t get all gloomy and shy. You’re coming to the party, right?’’ Renjun asked, thanking in his mind it wasn’t his roommate doing those things with you in their room. One point in favor of Donghyuck, for once. 

‘’I don’t know,’’ you sighed softly, grabbing your favorite pillow to hug. ‘’They’re gonna be there and… it’s gonna be too much. I don’t even what to say if they talk to me.’’

Chenle made a face, humming meditatively. ‘’I don’t think talking it’s gonna be their priority.’’ 

Renjun directed a warning look in his way, mouthing ‘’be nice’’.

‘’I mean,’’ Chenle backtracked, ‘’why? You think they don’t know? Are you afraid they’ll get mad or something?’’

‘’I thought about that but then Hyuck said something… he knows about me and Mark,’’ you said, browns furrowed together. ‘’He didn’t seem angry about it.’’

He just fucked me into oblivion, you wanted to say.

Renjun looked at you interested, sitting more comfortably. ‘’You think maybe Mark told him?’’

‘’Most likely. Those two don’t hide anything from each other, trust me,’’ Chenle commented, expression turning thoughtful. ‘’They have a… intense friendship.’’

‘’What do you mean?’’ Renjun questioned, before you could ask the same thing.

‘’Oh, c’mon. They’re like brothers, competitive but loyal, and have another type of understanding. Mark and Donghyuck are different but so similar, I swear sometimes they speak with their minds or something, it’s fucking weird.’’

‘’That’s true,’’ Renjun admitted, nodding. He looked at you and smiled a little pained, palming your back. He knew his friends carried a certain force when they chose to join powers. And it seems like they had their sights on you. ‘’You’re so fucked,’’ he snorted.

‘’They usually do this with girls?’’ You asked, watching your friends shaking their heads immediately. You deflated, thinking about everything. ‘’I just… everything’s happening so fast and outta nowhere. A lot it’s happening,’’ you doubted, knowing that your friends didn’t know anything about the whole Ghostface thing going on.

‘’Hey, what’s the problem? You said you like them both, and it seems like both are interested in you, so…’’ Renjun said, studying your face. ‘’That’s a good thing, right?’’

‘’Yeah, but… they make me so nervous still,’’ you confessed, the point of your ears turning pink. You sighed and stared at the pillow in your hands like it could give you answers. ‘’I really like them, Junie.’’

Renjun patted your knee, smiling at you. ‘’Stop thinking hard, you should give it a go and have fun. Halloween it’s the perfect night to do mischief and shit, after all.’’

‘’Not in my room, hopefully,’’ Chenle said under his breath. He jumped out of the desk, sitting next to you on the bed. ‘’Yah, Renjun's right. You should have fun! What’s the worse could happen?’’

‘’Oh my God,’’ Hanni shirked, ‘’you look so hot!’’

You looked away from the mirror and smiled at her, winning yourself another gasp when she saw your whole outfit. The pep talk your friends gave you successfully poured courage into you, finally choosing to enjoy yourself for the night. 

You didn’t know if you were ready for the party and what could happen there, but you weren’t running anymore. You wanted to have fun with the boys you liked, enjoy what they could offer you. Even if that meant dealing with your nervous heart, but that was a problem for the future you.

Hanni had bought the costume you were wearing last year, but you decided it was too much and it ended up collecting dust in your closet, completely forgotten. But not that night, because Hanni's wish finally had come true and both of you were going to the NCT party with matching (very revealing in your opinion) costumes.

You were wearing a short, sexy baby blue latex dress, paired with red gloves of the same material, white high boots and stockings up to your thighs, a small apron tied tightly to your waist. And of course a white nurse headband, which you decided to stain with some splashes of fake blood to make it look more Halloween-ish.

Hanni was wearing a very similar outfit in the same material but in black, a sexy police officer costume with pink handcuffs hanging naughtily on her side.

‘’This is the best day of my life,’’ Hanni smiled, taking more photos of you with his phone, grinning like the cat who caught the mouse. ‘’The Lees will have a aneurysm on their cocks when they see you like this.’’

‘’Oh my God,’’ you laughed, throwing a blending sponge at her, mortified. ‘’Shut up!’’

‘’What? That's happening, girl! Such a bummer I can’t see it,’’ she pouted, putting away her phone. ‘’I’m getting candy with Sion before the party.’’

She winked at you, opening her small purse and taking out a small bag of candies, sending you flying kisses when you throwed her an unamused look. 

‘’I can’t believe you’re ditching me to get high with your boyfriend. You know how hard it was to put on his dress? I can barely breath!’’

‘’I knooow and you look so pretty! I wanna post our photos right now so bad,’’ she lamented, whining and stomping her feet. ‘’But I don’t wanna ruin the surprise for the guys. See? I’m an angel.’’

‘’Yeah, expelled from Heaven,’’ you joked, pushing her to the door, rolling your eyes. ‘’And there isn't a surprise for anyone. I’m just wearing a costume,’’ you lied, smiling despite yourself.

‘’Yeah, keep telling yourself that, hot nurse. Once you finally get your two boyfriends you’ll understand me,’’ she said, grinning and hugging you tightly. 

‘’I don’t think that’s the most possible outcome.’’

Hanni ignored that completely, clicking her tongue at you with a frown, hands on her waist. ‘’Don’t start, young lady.’’

‘’Yeah, yeah, go with your boyfriend,’’ you rolled your eyes smiling, giving her a soft push. ‘’If I get murdered on my way there, it’s gonna be on you.’’

Hanni gasped and raised her arm, pretending to have a knife and pinched your side playfully with her finger. ‘’Kill, kill, die, die!’’

‘’How do you even know that? You don’t like horror movies.’’

‘’Getting impaled with a dick counts as a stab?’’ She asked, tilting her head, an evil glint in her eyes.

You shrieked with a smile and gave her another push. ‘‘Just go!’’ 

The wicked laughs of your best friend resonated in the hallway as she left, gaining some looks from other sorority girls who were leaving as well. Your house was getting ready for the most expected party, the NCT’s Halloween one. 

Some frats couldn't compete with their parties, let alone their Halloween one. But one tried, as another party was happening at the ATZ house that night and definitely gained some attention on campus, students were divided between seeing what they could have in store and being faithful to NCT’s parties. Everybody was buzzing with excitement and the spirits were really high. You knew that NCT had the winning hand, because everybody wanted to see those damned Ghostface costumes in action.

You were going alone, because Renjun was getting ready with Ningning at her dorm and Chenle, well, he had planned something with Jisung and Hendery as far as you knew, some kind of prank on Johnny. Your nerves were up high and a stir of anxiety fucked up your mind a little bit, being the first time going alone to the frat. To a party frat.

As you started walking you felt at ease, seeing that the streets were full of people wearing costumes, talking, laughing, some even held baskets with candy, the regular ones. You noticed some eyes in you and tried to ignore it, knowing damn well you definitely stood up with a colorful outfit. A ring made you stop, the phone in your hand lit up with an incoming call, but before you could answer it something dark jumped in front of you. 

You scream, startled and ready to run again, but the obnoxious laugh of Liu Yangyang stopped you. You punched his arm with a heavy groan and that actually poured more gasoline into his loud laugh. But suddenly he stopped, lifting his mark and taking a good look to your body, his eyes burning holes in you.

‘’Fuck me,’’ he inhaled, taking in our outfit. ‘’You wanna be my girlfriend?’’

‘’No!’’ You were quick to respond, wishing to have a bat to hit his annoying face. Instead, you gave his arm another punch he tried to dodge with a big grin. ‘’Especially after you tried to give me a heart attack, Pinkie Pie.’’

‘’I had to give it a try,’’ Yangyang said, shrugging and putting his mask on again, laughing. ‘’See you at the party, hot stuff. Try and not get caught by another Ghostface, yeah scaredy cat?’’

Another punch went Yangyang's way but he dodge it successfully again, laughing as he left and ran to a group of girls that caught his attention. You scrunched your nose, seeing him waving his fake knife at a group of sorority girls who squealed in delight, entertained by the pink hair boy. 

As you were getting close to the NCT house, your senses were up high. Some trees trembled because of the wind, giving the night a creepy vibe, the moon shining in the darkness, as you couldn't help yourself from observing everything around you, remembering Yangyang’s stupid words: try and not get caught by another Ghostface.

Your phone rang again, taking you back to reality. Thinking it may be Hanni, you answered the call as you walked, now more aware of possible NCT members trying to scare you on your way. 

‘’Hello?’’

‘’Hello,’’ that electronic, deep voice you started to feel familiar said. ‘’Are you coming to the party?’’

Your eyes searched around you, that weird, uncertain feeling of paranoia expanding in your skin like crawls, making you tense. ‘’Who is it?’’

‘’You played that game and you lost it, gorgeous’’, the caller chuckled. ‘’Is that want you want, to play with me?’’

‘’I don’t wanna do anything with you,’’ you said with clenched teeth, walking faster. The wind had picked up, a cold breeze against your body and blowing some dry leaves. 

‘’But you already did, don’t break my heart like that,’’ the voice lamented, laughing softly. ‘’We’re having so much fun, don't you think?’’

You kept alerted, watching the people around you, looking for that stupid black costume. Yangyang’s warning resonated once again in your head, slowly halting your steps as your suspicion rose. Try and not get caught by another Ghostface.

‘’What do you want? Halloween’s over, this stupid joke’s over. No more calls,’’ you said, keeping at bay your tone, trying not to get scared or angry. ‘’No more stupid Ghostface.’’

The caller laughed in your ear, like it could see through your weak attempts. ‘’That doesn’t mean I’m done with you yet’’, the voice said seductively. ‘’Tonight it’s the perfect time, don’t you think, baby?’’

‘’The perfect time for what?’’ You asked annoyed, feeling relief filling your heart when you saw the NCT frat not that far, people coming in and the faint sound of loud music beating down the street. 

‘’To get you, pretty girl.’’

You heard the beeping of the call ending, eyeing your phone a little incredulous.  Did he cut you off? A hard scoff left your lips, rolling your eyes. A hard desire to throw your phone to the bushes tempted you, when it suddenly rang again.

Of course you picked up the private number’s call, fed up. ‘’What the fuck do you want!?’’

Another voice coming thru the modulator speaked, saying your name like it was tasting it on its tongue. The caller breathed heavily, his voice sounded… different. ‘’Hi, sweetie. Finally, I wanted to speak with you for so long.’’

‘’So long? You’ve been calling me the whole month, asshole. Are you gonna call the whole night too?’’

‘’The question is, can you keep up with me tonight? You see,’’ the caller laughed a little, making the skin of your arms come alive full of chills, ‘’we have a problem. I wanna go after you and stab that pretty body until you puke blood but I don’t think you can run with those shoes. And that’s half of the fun!’’

The voice gave you the chills, a heavy feeling of fear tightening your heart. You blinked rapidly, trying not to spiral in a full crisis, dropping your gaze to your high heels, a cute pair of white boots that reached your knees.

‘’How do you even know where I am?’’ You murmured, eyeing the entrance of the party, ready to make a bee line over there. ‘’How you know what I’m wearing?’’

‘’I’m watching you.’’ 

You swallowed, feeling like you were glued to the ground. ‘’Come out, then. Or don’t you dare, since I’m not alone?’’

‘’You think you’re safe? I could cut your throat right now and you wouldn't see it coming, dumb bitch.’’

A sudden noise startled you, coming from your side. You quickly hung up the call and walked hurriedly to the entrance that was clear, nobody there, not Taeyong or someone from NCT watching who entered, and the realization that you were actually alone scared you. It was like everybody disappeared into the party.

But before you could enter the frat house, another noise caught your attention. But it wasn't just a noise, it was a voice. A scream. 

You lifted your eyes and saw Kim Doyoung not that far away, standing right in the street, illuminated by its dim lights. Red, dark blood coming like a tsunami out of his opened mouth and sliding over his clothes like a wet, sticky veil. But he wasn't alone, because behind him was someone dressed as Ghostface, holding him by his neck and taking out a big knife out of Doyoung’s stomach, provoking a new wave of blood to splash everywhere. 

What. The. Fuck.

Try and not get caught by another Ghostface. Try and not get caught by another Ghostface. Try and not get caught by another Ghostface. Try and not get caught by another Ghostface.

Yangyang’s voice burned in your brain. You swore you heard a laugh coming from somewhere, making you hold the door handle harder as your heart pounded loudly, just like the music coming from the house.

‘’Alright, haha, nice joke, idiots,’’ you took a profound breath, chuckling awkwardly. ‘’I’m not falling for it again!’’

You shaked your head and stepped into the NCT frat, needing a fucking drink. 

You pushed bodies without a care in the world, unable to stop thinking about what you saw. Your eyes examined the dark room, seeing people drinking, dancing, making out in the corners and smoking, the usual scenes in NCT parties. Ghostfaces were everywhere, making you feel crazy when you tried to get a glimpse of knives in their hands, but the shadows and the dim lights made it hard for you. You tensed when you saw Jeno pinching the tip of his knife into the revealed stomach of a very giggly bunny who paid no mind, relaxing when you realised it was obviously fake.

Relax, you’re going insane, you thought rubbing your temples, needing a moment alone from all the people and music, overwhelmed already. This is a prank and it’s over.

You lifted your tired gaze and froze on the spot, seeing a Ghostface watching you from across the room. You holded its gaze, studying him as well. It was wearing his mask, no knife in hand, just… standing still. The loud music bumped around you, taking control of your already rapid palpitations, immersing you in the moment, hot.

He moved.

Ghostface started walking towards you, black body moving without difficulty in the sea of ​​people, making his way towards you like he owned the place, the flashing lights giving it a terrifying appearance that no one seemed to notice. 

You turned around and bolted. 

Knowing your way, you went straight to the stairs and you cursed in your mind your stupid idea of wearing that outfit, too difficult to move and to breath, the material clinging into you like a second, uncomfortable skin. You tried to climb the stairs as fast as you could, but it wasn’t enough because you felt a presence behind you, coming closer. You looked back and there he was, Mr Ghostface following you with calm steps, like he had the whole time in the world. 

You ignored him and tried not to freak out like other times, calmly trying to open the first room you knew, Chenle’s. You knocked and tried to open it, but no one responded and it was locked. You sighed loudly and crossed the hallway to your next target, Renjun’s room. When you saw behind you there was Ghostface, looking at you from across the hallway. You moved when he did, advancing once again towards you, intentions clear. 

A strange sense of deja vu washed over but you pushed that feeling to the back of your brain, heart pounding in your chest as you finally reached Renjun’s room and almost screamed in victory when it opened, stepping inside rapidly and closing the door behind you. 

You took a step back when you turned and saw another Ghostface laying on the bed, playing with a small knife that, for the fortune of your mental state, was obviously plastic, a toy. He looked at you and pushed his mask up slowly, revealing the handsome face of Mark Lee smirking at you. 

He lifted something small and white to his mouth, some kind of dispositive that came to life when he pushed a button. 

‘’Finally, baby. I was about to call you again, you know? What took you so long?’’ His electronic, deep voice said. A voice you knew really well.

‘’What?’’ You whispered, frozen and finding your voice after some seconds. The door opened behind you and made you jump, moving back when the other Ghostface entered the room. Your back crashed against someone, turning your head to see Mark behind you, looking at you intensely. 

‘’Look who I found,’’ Donghyuck said, pushing his mask up and throwing it aside. He locked the door, starting to get closer to you until you were trapped between them. ‘’Such a good girl, I knew you'd listen and come to us.’’

‘’Dressed so prettily too,’’ Mark said in your ear, hands roaming in your hips, fingers pinching the material of your short dress making you yelp when it hit your skin. ‘’You look so good, baby.’’

‘’She really does,’’ Donghyuck said, nudging your chin playfully with his knuckles. ‘’So fucking pretty. Cat caught your tongue, sweetheart?’’ 

You babbled, moving your eyes from one to the other, feeling the heat fill your body at their touches and closeness. Alarm tainted your voice, breaking your words a little. ‘’I— what is going on?’’ 

Donghyuck chuckled, grabbing a strand of hair and playfully wrapped it around his finger. ‘’I know you’re a smart girl, don’t play dumb.’’ 

You looked from one to the other again, his bodies caging you between them. Mark hugged you from behind, preventing you from escaping like he could read your mind. ‘’The v-voice modulator. It was you… this whole time, it was you? The calls, the—’’

‘’We wanted your attention, princess. And you didn’t give us much of a choice, don’t you think? Avoiding us at parties—’’

‘’We never catch you alone,’’ Mark whispered in your ear, his hot breath making you tremble in his arms. He kissed your neck softly, tracing your skin with the tip of his nose as he speaked. ‘’Always running and hiding from us, playing.’’

‘’H-how— what the fuck?’’ You asked, looking at Donghyuck when he cradled your face, thumbs caressing lovingly your cheeks, amused at your small outburst. ‘’How did you know where I was? And— and the things I was doing?’’

‘’I did a really good job knowing your library schedules, don’t you think? And Mark, well, he’s fucking good at getting information. Chenle talks about you with him and doesn't even realize how much, about your books, your homework, your likes, how fun you are, how you hold the record in your group for most soju’s bottles in one night.’’

You keeped your silence, astonished at the truth of his words, hearing Mark’s endearing laugh behind you. You did have that record. You frowned, feeling something hot coming up and flying free from deep inside you, very different from fear, but burning the same.

‘’Are you fucking for real?’’ Your cold, annoyed tone resonated in the room. Long gone was your usual shyness, feeling so fed up— so much frustration and stress pinned up in your body, finally exploiting with a fire that kinda took everyone by surprise, including you. ‘’So this was your plan? Stalking and chasing me playing god damn Ghostface? As a way of courting me?!’’

‘’Don’t forget about making you cum as many times as possible,’’ Donghyuck mused, smiling when you shook his hands off your face. He bumped you softly on the nose. ‘’That was part of the plan too.’’

‘’I can’t believe this. You’re both fucking insane!’’

Donghyuck gave you an unamused look, arching a brow as he studied your face. ‘’You think we’re idiots? That we don’t notice the way you always look at us? Like you’re asking us with those cute, shy eyes to be fucked stupid.’’

‘’Why you’re acting like you don’t like it, baby?’’ Mark purred in your ear, his arms squeezing you possessively against him. ‘’We just gave you what you wanted. You told Chenle that your favorite movie was Scream, remember? I know how you love horror movies.’’

You scoffed, giving him a push with your elbow, ‘’Yeah, so? You turned my life into a scary movie because— because of that?’’

Mark clicked his tongue, chucking darkly behind you. ‘’We wanted to give you a little thrill, something that will make you finally play with us. And you did so well, baby, we’re proud of you, our brave girl. I saw the real you, that alive look on your face, how you liked our games. You were looking for us, turning around and waiting, don’t you, pretty girl?’’

You couldn't answer that. You bit your lip, thinking about how you picked up every call, how you didn’t turn off your phone or told somebody else besides Hanni. You didn’t report the things that were occurring. You didn’t change your number of speaked to Taeyong to stop the joke on you as the frat president, knowing he had that type of control. Sometimes you even expected a call, a challenge to your fears, to your control. You liked the attention, the luring feeling of waiting… something. It was true, maybe? You liked the fear, the paranoia? How did they challenged you? You couldn't even begin to unroll those odd questions, bubbling in your mind like poison, confusing you. Making fun of you for… liking it. But admitting that out loud? No way. 

Heat rushed to your face, ashamed that, deep inside you, you weren’t that mad. You liked how they took care of you, how they kissed you until you forgot about everything, how their eyes lingered in you after, like they wanted more. Because you wanted them, and they chased you. You blinked at Donhyuck’s neck, unable to hold his eyes, feeling that you got caught doing something wrong. They just confessed being your stalkers, the ones who played with your mind and you felt like an idiot for not realizing sooner. 

Their voices, how they spoke to you in those calls, how you never said their names when trying to guess who it was. Maybe, stashed so deep in your mind you don’t even dared to think about it, you knew.

And you kept the game going. 

Donghyuck kissed your cheek, laughing when he noticed your face and your silence, how the fire inside you subsided and you were watching him wariness, like he had another card up in his sleeve. Of course, being him, he had. ‘’Maybe you have a thing for psychos, have you thought about that?’’

‘’Look what you made us do, baby,’’ Mark clicked his tongue, giving a hard squeeze to your ass that made you jump with a surprised squeal, your chest colliding with Hyuck’s. ‘’I told you no more running, and what did you do? You hid from me, leaving me blue balled and all alone for days. You think that was fair?’’

‘’Can’t relate,’’ Donghycuks smirked, hand grabbing your jaw and giving a little slap in your cheek with the other, making you whimper. ‘’But that isn't very nice of you, don’t you think? You’re not gonna apologize to Mark, brat?’’

Your breath catched, his harsh, seductive order was clear. Turning over your shoulder to see Mark, his dark eyes followed every one of your movements, waiting. He pressed his glowing erection against your ass, rubbing himself in you and smirking when a soft gasp left you and didn’t pull apart. 

You licked your lips, blinking at him timidly, noticing the storm forming in his brown eyes. ‘’I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean to,’’ you whispered, watching him from underneath your lashes. Mark scoffed and turned you around, grabbing your face, his mouth descending on yours. ‘’I’m sorry, Mark.’’

‘’You fucking better be,’’ he said before kissing you hard, eating the whimper that you left out. 

Donghyuck chuckled behind you, taking Mark’s prior position and rutted against your ass, his hands hovering over your body possessively. He kissed your neck and shoulders, making sure to leave marks behind, sucking into your skin as he squeezed your ass. You moaned in Mark’s mouth, daring to take your hand to his hard bulge that was pressing against your stomach.

Mark growled in your lips. ‘’You gotta prove it, baby. If you’re so sorry get on your fucking knees for us,’’ he said, pushing his clothed cock into your hand with a groan. 

Donghyuck gave you a deliberate, slow shove to your head, a needy whimper coming out of you as you did what you were told, obeying their commands and kneading in the ground slowly. Your knees touched the soft carpet and you lifted your eyes to them, your hands grabbing at your own thighs tightly, heart going crazy as you expected another order to come your way with heat traveling in your body and pooling between your legs.

‘’Good girl, you love this, don’t you? Having two cocks just for you, ready to fill all your holes,’’ Donghyuck smiled down at you, patting your head sweetly. He slapped you without force, not that hard but enough to move your face, making you moan when he pushed his fingers past your lips at the opportunity. ‘’We have to stretch that throat too, yeah?’’

Your cheeks burned just like your whole body, feeling like you had fallen into a different dimension. All you could feel was the hot, wet throbbing in your cunt, ruining your lace panties. It felt so good being controlled like that, seeing the two men watching you with identical intense gazes, taking in your sexy outfit like it was both a curse and a blessing. It felt powerful. You were the one who turned them like that. So hard for you, desperate for you, so insane for you. 

In the middle of your foggy mind you remembered Chenle’s words, talking about how they understood each other. They matched perfectly. Mark and Donghycuk moved like different pieces on a board, but with the same objective. With the same intent of win, of conquer. 

They cooed at you when you choked a little around Hyuck’s fingers when he pushed them deep, making you gag a little at the intrusion in your throat, his knuckles glazing past your teeth.

‘’Keep that mouth open,’’ Mark ordered you once Donghycuk took off his fingers, licking your saliva off them. He groaned, pleased when he noticed you even took your tongue out, breathing heavily. ‘’Good girl, doing so well.’’

You whimpered at his words, blushing as you watched how they started undressing, taking off their Ghostface tunics. Their cocks made tents in their pants, the image making you salivate with another needy moan, both males chucking darkly at your eagerness and how an embarrassing amount of spit was dripping from your lips. They quickly took off their pants, stroking their lengths in front of your face, your glazed eyes following their hands, sparkling with sheer lust.

Mark was as big as Donghyuck, veiny and long. You stared hard at both of them, rubbing your thighs timidly to try and get some friction on your palpitating clit. Of course both noticed, Donghyuck being the one who made a ponytail on your hair, throwing your head back. 

‘’Aw, are you all hot and bothered, sweetheart?’’ He mocked you, rubbing the tip of his cock on your cheek. ‘’Such a needy slut, all wet and horny.’’

‘’We’re gonna give you what you want, baby,’’ Mark promised you, tapping his cock on your dripping tongue, making you moan softly. ‘’Open big, yeah?’’

You nodded as he pushed his length into your mouth, moaning huskily at the sensation of your wet, warm mouth welcoming him. You sucked him, moving your tongue around him as you bobbed your head with Donghyuck’s help, who kept a tight grip on your hair. Mark’s whole length barely fitted in your mouth but you tried anyway, taking all you could, relaxing your mouth and jaw. 

‘’That’s it, keep going, baby. Take it all,’’ Donghyuck praised you, smiling when he heard you gagging around Mark’s dick with every deep push of his. ‘’You’re doing so good for us, you’re made for suck our cocks.’’

‘’Fuuuck,’’ Mark moaned, pushing deeply, slowly into your mouth, dragging his length back and forth. ‘’Feels fucking good, baby, keep sucking,’’ he breathed, shoving his cock down your throat until your eyes filled with tears from the effort of trying to get as much as you could of him. ‘’Such a pretty mouth, taking me all in.’’

Mark removed his cock after some long seconds, cooing at you when you coughed and took a breath, looking so fucking pretty. It was Donghyuck's turn as he pushed his thick cock in your mouth, smirking when you immediately started to suck it, moving your lips around him as your eyes shily holded his gaze.

Your hand reached and started to stroke Mark’s cock, making him moan as you moved your pumped him faster while you sucked Donghyuck eagerly, bobbing your head trying to get all of his length. You let it go with a loud, wet pop, turning your face towards Mark’s and taking him in your mouth again whimpering, not wasting time as you sucked his cock again, making yourself a mess of spit and tears.

‘’Doing so well, you look so pretty like this,’’ Donghyuck moaned, pushing his hips into your hand, sharp eyes watching you full of heat. ‘’Sucking our cocks like a good slut,’’ he purred, grabbing his own dick and slapping it in your face, caressing your soft skin, waiting for his turn. 

‘’C’mere baby,’’ Mark said breathlessly, taking a step back and helping you stand up. He laid on the bed and smiled at you, a smug, full on himself smirk that made your knees weaken. Mark pulled you into his body, and you looked at him confused, a little lost about what he wanted. ‘’Sit on my face.’’

‘’Mark!’’ You gasped, burning red. ‘’Thats—’’

‘’Fucking hot,’’ Donghyuck rasped in your ear, pushing you towards his friend’s body. ‘’Let Mark eat your perfect pussy, sweetheart. Show him how wet you are, yeah?’’

Donghyuck grabbed your jaw and kissed you hard, tongue coaxing you to ease, compliant, moaning into his mouth when his hand reached between your legs, catching the wet trace of your slick leaking down your thighs. He rubbed your clit slowly as he played with your tongue, turning you into a whole whimpering mess in no time. 

‘’Look at you,’’ Mark said, stroking his cock as he could’t stop watching the way you were making sounds so fucking alluring, hearing the wet noise of your folds being explored by Donghyuck’s fingers. ‘’So fucking soaked, aren’t you? I can’t wait to taste you, baby.’’

Hyuck’s fingers kept taunting you, moving in circles on your clit, making you arch your back in need of more of his touch. Your eyes locked with Mark’s, who maintained his sharp, burning eyes on you, taking in every little detail of your reactions, the erotic, breathless, little sounds you made. Donghyuck pushed one finger inside you, moving it slowly in and out of you, chin placed in your shoulder. You shuddered and gasped loudly when he added another and then more, his three fingers opening you with deep, long thrusts until you clenched around them, the loud, wet sound of your pussy being pounded echoing around you, making Mark and Donghyuck growl.

‘’Don’t keep him waiting,’’ Donghyuck said as he helped you get out of your panties, both males groaning when they noticed it matched our outfit, red lace completely wet in your juices. He tasted you in his fingers, licking them clean. ‘’I’m fucking keeping these,’’ he said under his breath, throwing it into the other bed. 

Even if you had it before, nothing really could have prepared you for the feeling of Mark’s mouth on you again, thighs shaking on each side of his head in anticipation, his hot breath crashing against your wet cunt. Mark started giving you long strikes with his tongue until you whimpered, so out of it already you didn’t notice Donghyuck climbing to the bed too. 

The position made you feel so exposed and dirty and you liked that. You sinked into Mark’s face, pushing your core into his mouth as he ate you out eagerly, twisting his tongue on your clit and sucking it non stop, pleasure sending shivers down your body. Your hips rolled in his face, moaning and taking his hair in your hands as you rode his mouth moaning like you were in heat. You felt a hand on your head and looked up, encountering Donghyuck’s cock pushing into your mouth.

‘’Open up,’’ he ordered, smiling when you did it immediately, wrapping his length in your mouth and sucking, taking a shaky breath through your nose. ‘’That’s my girl, let me use that pretty mouth.’’

You nodded with a loud moan, moving your hips back and forth on Mark’s face, feeling his hands grabbing your ass and squeezing it, pushing you down into his tongue harder. He pushed it into your entrance, catching every drop of your juices and tasting it desperately, slurping and sucking. Donghyuck used your mouth, thrusting into it over and over, spit dripping from the corners of your mouth and chin as you kept it opened for him, blinking slowly at his twisted expression, eyes burning darky.

‘’Fuck yes, just like that,’’ Donghyuck moaned, holding with one hand onto the headboard of the bed and the other sunk in your hair, your poor nurse headband lost long ago, falled into the ground. You choked on his cock, moaning as Marks gave you a hash suck on your clit. ‘’You look so cute sucking my cock, fuck.’’

Mark didn’t give you any mercy, eating your cunt so viciously it drove you crazy with pleasure, riding his face as you chase your climax, his tongue lapping at your pussy until you crushed his head between your thighs when it was too much, so much pleasure it almost broke you. Your body shook and you moaned with your lips wrapped in Donghyuck’s cock, cuming so hard you thought you may have gone delirious, all to blame on Mark’s expert tongue. 

You breathed shakily, barely registering what Donghyuck said as you felt aftershocks of your climax still, Mark’s mouth kissing and moving his tongue on you still, now at a more lazily rhythm that provoked more moans out of you, overstimulated.

‘’I’m gonna cum,’’ Donghyuck whined, fisting his cock close to your face. You nodded and held your mouth open for him, pleading with your teary, clouded eyes and soft tongue hanging. Seeing your mascara lines down your cheeks and your lipstick all smudged, Donghyuck reached his limit. ‘’Swallow, princess. It’s fucking yours.’’

Thick, warm stripes of cum landed in your face and mouth, hearing his labored breaths as he cummed with a deep moan, tasting him on your tongue as you rapidly swallowed his load. You stroked his cock softly with your hand, giving him tiny licks on the tip, sucking it coyly until there were no more drops to taste. 

Donghyuck was in the same state as you, a whole mess of moans and remains of the best orgasm he ever had lingering in his body. Mark shifted below you, taking your waist and moving you backwards, inhaling while he licked his lips clean, mouth and chin shining with your slick. 

‘’Sweetest pussy I ever taste,’’ he murmured, giving you a sharp smile and a spank to your ass, making you cry in surprise. ‘’I can’t wait to fuck you. C’mere, pretty girl.’’

They were clearly not done with you yet.

His hands guided you exactly where you belonged, his lap. Mark grabbed his shaft, guiding his stiff cock into your folds, sliding it between them, catching your wetness with it. He smiled when he gave you teasing slaps with his length, focusing on your clit until you whined and tried to push him.

‘’That sensitive, baby? I haven’t given you my cock yet and you’re already shattering? Mh, maybe you can’t handle us.’’

‘’N-no, I can! Mark,’’ you said breathlessly when he kept teasing you with his cock, rubbing it in your pussy slowly, making you feel how hard and big he was. Your eyes shut down, lips trembling in a pout. ‘’Please, just—’’

‘’Just what, mmh? Now your needy pussy wants my cock, is that so?’’ He mocked you, his large hands caressing your back and kneading your ass, his lower, intimate voice having such a strong effect on you. You didn’t doubt, pushing your hips back and forth to try and get more friction against his cock, desperate. ‘’C’mon. Talk, baby, or you won’t get anything.’’

‘’Yes, I want it,’’ you cried, the sharp noise Mark made, his breath caught. ‘’Please, can I have it? Just— just fuck me hard, Mark. I need your cock so bad, please.’’

Both males growled, completely mesmerized by you. Hair tousled, make up ruined, making your eyes look more big and wild, lips swollen from kissing and sucking. 

You were so fucking theirs.

Mark pressed the tip of his cock on your entrance, smirking when you reacted immediately, your hands grabbing his shoulders and nailing your nails on his skin. He didn’t let you run from it, his strong hands pushing you down on his thick length, making you feel the burn of the stretch, how he made his way inside you until you felt so full you couldn't think.

A hoarse moan left you, clenching around him and causing Mark to gave you another spank in your ass, hard, pushing his hips up until his balls pressed against you. 

‘’If you wanted it so bad then fucking take it, baby. Ride my cock,’’ he ordered, watching you intensely. He smirked when you did it, slowly starting to move your hips, your brows slightly furrowed as you tried to do it, but his size didn’t quite help. You whimpered, moving around him and feeling so full and exposed, aching for their touch. Mark coed at you, taking your face in his hands, kissing you. He bit your lip playfully, giving more soft and wet kisses, relaxing you. ‘’Good girl, you’re doing so well, just like that. Take it.’’

‘’Mark, it's so— I’m so full,’’ you moaned, fastening your movements, taking his cock further every time, hitting all your right spots. ‘’I-i feel you everywhere,’’ you said, taking one of his hands and placing it in your lower belly, whimpering. ‘’You’re so deep.’’

You rode him faster, making both of you moan as the pleasure consumed your bodies, nothing in your head, just letting your body take control. Your hips rolled, sinking into him entirely, covering it with a mix of your juices and his precum, your wetness making it more easily to take him as his cock opened and opened you more.

In the middle of it, you sensed something, someone, next to you. Donghyuck kissed your cheek, licking it softly, smiling as he moved his hand down the valley of your breast, pushing down your dress until your tits flew free. He grabbed one and massaged it in his hand possessively, pinching and pulling your sensitive nipples, making Mark whimper of how hard you clenched around his cock.

‘’Fuck, you’re so perfect, baby. This pretty pussy is all ours, no one gets to see you like this, just us,’’ Mark growled, catching one of your nipples with his mouth once Donghyuck withdrew his fingers. He sucked it hard, moving his tongue around you, making you moan and rode him faster. ‘’You’re ruined. No one else will ever fuck your tight pussy like us, you know that, right?’’

‘’Yes, yes, Mark— please, I’m-i’m just yours,’’ you moaned, feeling another hand cradling your jaw. Donghyuck turned your face to him so he could kiss you, opening your mouth with his tongue, moving it lazily against yours. 

‘’Mmm, what about me, sweetheart? You’re mine too?’’ Donghyuck whispered cruelly in your ear, tone lowering dangerously. He licked your ear slowly, pushing his tongue inside it and twirling it, the wet sound and sensation making you whimper hard. But that wasn't enough, because soonly his fingers found the point hidden between the cheek of your ass, brushing his fingertips there as he kept making out with your ear.

‘’Yes, fuck, I’m yours too,’’ you murmured, nailing your nails in Mark until he hissed under you, riding him quickly, setting a brutal pace that was destroying both of you. Shallow breaths, broaked moans and growls, just desperately fucking eachother, drunk of passion. 

You felt Donghyuck’s fingers gathering some split out of his mouth, winking at you like the devil. His fingers went back to the place they were teasing, feeling how he spread out the wetness in your asshole, making you turn a little alarmed. 

‘’Keep riding Mark or we won’t let you come, brat,’’ he warned, using the hold he had in your jaw to turn your head again. He slowly pushed one finger into your tight hole, making your eyes go big by the unknown, but good, intromission. You moaned, standing still, sitting on Mark’s cock, pushing him deep down on you. 

Donghyuck moved his finger in and out of your ass, smiling when Mark growled and pushed his pelvis up, thrusting into you. ‘’Pretty princess can’t take it? What you’re gonna do when we both fuck you, huh?’’

His tongue brushed your ear, whispering dirty nothings into you, holding your throat and squeezing it tight enough. Your body almost went limp, feeling your holes dilating, full of them, head spinning. Mark hugged your waist, keeping you still as he rammed into your pussy, fucking you hard and fast, slaming his cock into you until you were a sobbing mess. Donghyuck kept opening your ass two, adding another finger and leaving them there, a hot presence that reminded you that they owned you, your body, your moans, everything. And you were giving it to them.

‘’Oh my God, fuck,’’ you breathed, thighs shaking around Mark’s hips, your eyes dilated. ‘’I’m-im cumming,’’ you cried, letting your body loose, letting them hold you. Your body shook, an explosion of pleasure breaking your body in two, cuming so hard you couldn't even make a sound, just a shallow choke.

‘’Fuck yes, cum on my cock, baby, fuck— so pretty and good, I’m fucking filling you up,’’ Mark said, growling. He slammed his cock into you, making you whimper but letting him use your body, falling into his chest when Donghyuck let the grasp on your neck go.

He stilled inside you, his arms almost crushing you but you didn’t care. Mark looked so good, so feral, some sweat covering his face, remaining you who he looked after an intense basketball game. His hands pushed you against him, holding into you as he cummed hard, filling you to the brim with his load, thick cum warm inside you. 

You were destroyed. So deliciously destroyed. 

Your eyes were barely opened, your face hid in Mark’s neck, trying to catch your breath. You felt hands caressing you, both Donghyuck and Mark’s, smoothing your skin, leaving soft kisses.

‘’What do we say, sweetheart?’’ Donghyuck reminded you, giving a soft kiss on your shoulder.

‘’Mh, thank you,’’ you murmured with a contently sigh, laying on Mark’s chest completely out of it.

‘’You trained her so well, Haechan,’’ Mark snorted against your temple, his hands now touching you more gently, caressing your waist. ‘’Such a good girl for us, really. ’’

Donghyuck gave him a smug look, his hand tracing softly the line of your column. ‘’Are you okay, sweetheart? Talk to us.’’

‘’I think… you both fucked my soul outta me,’’ you said, too exhausted to open your eyes.

Mark chuckled, hugging you tightly with a soft kiss to your temple. ‘’That’s okay. We can always put it back the same way.’’

‘’Get your cocks away from me,’’ you whined softly, snuggling your face in his neck with a weak laugh, spent. 

Donghyuck laughed, moving his eyebrows up and down as he tucked a strand of hair out of your face, fingertips tracing your cheek carefully. 

‘’That’s not happening, princess. The quicker you get used to, the better.’’

‘’What now?’’ You asked, blinking groggily, moving your face up a little so you could see both of the boys.

‘’Now we tell you everything,’’ Mark started, taking a deep sigh. 

It was hard to fit three people in one small bed, but all of you managed to. You were laying against Donghyuck's chest as he played with your hair, with Mark sitting in front of you both, his hand stroking your leg. Your pretty but uncomfortable dress was long gone, now replaced with Mark’s favorite hoodie, the one that had his team number below his surname written in big, white letters: LEE.

They had cleaned you, hydrated you and forced you to eat some packs of candy and gummies too, all of you sharing them. If someone told you months ago you’d be eating Halloween candy with your crushes after an intense fuck session, you'd laugh in their faces.

You felt more at ease in their presences, not that timid, but still eyeing him, thinking about them. Donghyuck words lingered in your mind as you played absently with the hoodie paws covering your hands. Maybe you have a thing for psychos, have you thought about that?

Well. It looked like you fucking did. You ponder at the thought, unable to stop your little smile.

But you still had things in your chest that you had to say, shadows that were still nagging your mind, questions that needed answers.

‘’You know, you really went overboard with the stabbing thing,’’ you gave them an unamused look, shaking your head. You fixed your eyes on Mark, frowning a little. ‘’And the last call. You had to go all murdery and call me a bitch?’’

‘’What?’’ Donghyuck snapped his head quickly towards Mark, his eyes hardening. 

‘’What?’’ Mark repeated, big, brown eyes reflecting how completely lost he was. It was so interesting, how those eyes burned into a storm before, but now they were shining almost innocently. Like the Mark you knew. ‘’What are you talking about? I didn’t call you that.’’

‘’Um— you even said that you’ll cut my throat or something,’’ you laughed dry, the sound coming shallow to your ears. ‘’That was too much. You were… really channeling Scream with that one.’’

He said your name, expression turning serious, eyes studying your face. ‘’Baby, I would never say something like that to you. I mean— I know I say nasty things to you, but never if I don’t know you'd like it. I didn't make that call.’’

Your eyes moved to Donghyuck, frowning. ‘’I didn’t do that call either,’’ he murmured, noticing a heavy, weird feeling falling into all of you, a sudden silence.

You took a deep breath, looking at Mark again, feeling cold even swallowed in his warm hoodie. ‘’But, but what about the other joke? That was so real, like, I through Doyoung wasn't supposed to be here…?’’

‘’Doyoung?’’ Donghyuck said, sharing a confused look with his friend. His hand reached yours, grabbing them softly to get your attention. ‘’You really got us lost here, princess. What are you talking about?’’

‘’How do you even— no wonder he’s majoring in Theater, that was… he’s a really good actor,’’ you eyed both curiously, getting chills at the bloody memory, still a little shaken by it. ‘’Who was that Ghostface? Was it you, Hyuck? Mark was already here, right?’’

The tense, weird silence that deepened made you frown, confused by their reactions. They seemed a little pale, worry radiating from their stiff bodies as you continued talking. Something was wrong.

You licked your dry lips, feeling a little shy of speaking under their intense gazes. ‘’I saw Doyoung getting stabbed, haha, I get it, Scream it’s pretty bloody,’’ you breathed. ‘’I guess you guys are really good at this whole Ghostface thing,’’ you said with a nervous, short laugh. But you stopped laughing slowly when none of your lovers were laughing with you. 

They looked… scared. Panicking sliding into their eyes.

Mark’s hand reached and brushed your cheek slowly, his body coming closer to yours. ‘’Baby, that’s—that’s impossible. Doyoung-hyung isn’t here. He left days ago.’’

‘’What? No, that’s— I saw him outside, he was— bleeding and,’’ you stopped yourself, maniacally moving your eyes from one to the other. ‘’Stabbed and… that… that wasn’t any of you?’’

Mark looked increasingly pale by the second, and it was Donghyuck who got out of bed without saying anything in a swift motion, going to the door and making sure it was well locked before picking up his phone from where it was charging with a low curse. It took Mark a few seconds, but he finally reacted, blinking like he just woke up from a profound dream.

‘’We didn’t do that,’’ Mark whispered to you, his tone tainted with uneasiness. ‘’What you saw— that wasn't a joke.’’

[halcyon-city]

2v8 Ghostface x fem!reader x Wesker NSFW!

“There there (y/n) Danny's got you.” he whispered so only you could hear it. Before you could process what he said, wesker rips open your shirt, cold air hitting your nipples making them unbearably hard. Wesker proceeds to examine your stomach, pinching and grabbing, trying to find any site ouroboros can enter his hands leading up to your breasts. But before he could grab them ghostface’s gloved hands cover them and squeeze them hard. He taunts wesker. “I thought I was gonna help, let me-” he fondles your breast hard, almost like he was trying to leave bruises. “Nope nothing yet, but I'll keep looking” he laughs, groping you harder. You jolt into him noises muffled by the glove in your mouth.”You like that baby, you like it when it hurts, huh?” lifting up his mask just a bit, he trails kisses up and down your neck. It's not enough he bites your neck. You let out a cry. Wesker stares unimpressed, but the more he observes, he realizes ouroboros attempts to get him closer to your heat, demanding his body links with yours. Who is he to refuse. He grips your hips tight and pushes his clothed sex into you. You whine, lost in pleasure and pain , wesker keeps going. He will do anything to get results even fuck such a pathetic thing like you. Ghostface lets go of your neck and looks over at wesker “ You've gotta be kidding me first you steal my kill, now your gonna fuck it.” Even through he was protesting you notice his hard on. Wesker still grinding into you snaps at Ghosface “ENOUGH.” he grabs you and flips you over, you gasp. He grabs your hips and lifts them into the air, and ruts back into you, ending each word with a thrust . “I've had enough of you running your mouth, keep yourself busy, and stay out of my way.” Your face now in front of Ghostface's crotch. Ghostface grabs your checks and lifts your head up “Not what i had in mind but it will have to do…” he chuckles as he pulls out the glove shoved unceremoniously into your mouth, a trail of saliva following it, you gasp for air and whine wesker's name as he picks up the pace. Wesker groans “I need faster results…” he unbuckles his pants, your eyes widen hearing his belt as you feel your underwear being ripped off just as quickly. He places the tip of his cock on your entrance, teasing it. With your underwear in his hand, he proceeds to throw it onto Ghostface’s mask and smirks “Here's a consolation prize.” He enters your warmth and lets out a groan. You scream his name. Ghostface yanks the underwear off his mask but bunches it into his back pocket, fucking freak. You moan not caring Ghostface was pulling out his cock that twitches for contact. He lifts your head back up but this time it was different. He held your face so gently with both hands you looked up at him drunk with lust moving back, and forth with each thrust from Wesker, he watches you get fucked for a bit breathing hard. You figure now is a good time for revenge. Licking his cock from the base and slowly bringing your tongue to the tip you swirl your tongue around it, your eyes locked into his mask's empty sockets, you give a kiss to the tip and snuggle your face into it his breath hitches. His hand cups your cheek. He swipes his thumb across your bottom lip and shoves it into your mouth. He proceeds to pry it open, and says the nicest thing he has ever uttered to you directly. “You have always had such a fuckable mouth” as he forces his dick into your mouth. He moves back and forth like his life depends on it, mumbling your name over and over. ”Should've fucked you earlier, keep going baby girl, I love you (y/n)” he proceeds to grab his camera with one hand while the other has you bobbing your head at his pace, tears streaming down your cheeks as you choke on his cock. The camera shutter goes off. “There's the money shot.” Capturing the scene of you getting spitroasted by him and wesker. A great addition for Ghostface’s album of his favorite victim .

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