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Arcane (League of Legends) 

Be More Chill

Beetlejuice:

Blush Blush (Game)

Creepypasta

Criminal Minds:

Danganronpa:

Dead By Daylight

Genshin Impact

Mystic Messenger

Obey Me: One Master to Rule Them All

One Piece:

Overwatch:

Scream:

Spy x Family

TMNT

Arlecchino:

You weren’t happy anymore…your wife was away from home more than she was ever there

You knew it would be rough to be in a relationship with her knowing what she did

But you’d only see her a few hours a week

Half the time she wasn’t even in the region long enough to even say hello

While she did try to give you her attention when she was there, she was too busy to even seem like she enjoyed it

You knew she did…but the nagging feeling wouldn’t go away

And while you did love her, missing her and wondering when she’d come home was too much

It took a lot of courage, to finally confront her and tell her how you felt

“Arlecchino…” You’d start saying

She would turn to you, her arm still wrapped around your shoulders as you sat on the couch

“I want a divorce” You said, pulling yourself back and out of her arms

She was always a master of hiding her emotions, but you saw a slight flicker of hurt in her expression before she quickly hid it

“No.” She spoke, low and factual

It baffled you, and your jaw dropped

“You can’t just say no! Be reasonable about this!” 

“Do you know how dangerous it is out there?” She spoke, and there was an intensity in her eyes that would have you shivering

She’d reach out and cup your cheek in her hand

“I can’t just let you go. There are people who would take you from me, harm you in ways you couldn’t even fathom just because they’ll know who you are.”

She’d stroke your cheek with her thumb, look at you with a mixture of fear and adoration while struggling to stay composed

You didn’t back down, and she sighed

“If that’s what you want, I simply can’t allow it. It’s for your safety, remember that.”

You were confused when she stood up, and walked out the door

It would make you scoff, and release the breath you didn’t know you were holding

You’d get your things, but stop at the door leading out of the house

You tried, over and over, to open it. But the lock wouldn’t budge 

Did she seriously trap you in here?

It made you panic and try all the windows and doors

You could just barely see the darkness outside

But there’s no reason it would be entirely blacked out in the middle of the day

After a while you’d flop onto the bed, screaming in frustration

You saw a note, and you were tempted to throw it out

But curiosity got the better of you

Opening it, your blood ran cold

“You matter to me more than anything else. I’d give you anything, aside from letting you leave me. I’ll be back in a few days. This will give you time to reconsider.”

“Even if you want me to let you go…I’ll do anything to keep you here.”

“Rather you want me to or not.”

Furina:

The start of your relationship was amazing, and it helped you both grow stronger together

But things were the same as they always were

That was part of the problem

It wasn’t that she was boring…far from it even

But she couldn’t be mature in nearly any situation

If you had to leave, she’d whine and cling to you, begging you to stay at home with her

If she had to leave, she’d nearly cry and say how much she was going to miss you

She was clingy, and while you thought it was cute at first, now it just felt unhealthy

She was spending so much time with you, and didn’t even seem to notice how you’d mentally distanced yourself 

After a long few weeks of contemplating, you decided to break the news

“Furina…I want a divorce” You’d say softly, because while you weren’t in love with her like you were before, she did still mean a lot to you

Her expression was entirely shocked, and her jaw dropped as tears immediately started falling

“This is a bad prank” She’d cry, feebly reaching out for you

When you backed out of her reach she sobbed, lunging at you and clinging to you almost painfully

“It’s a bad prank. A stupid one. A stupid, stupid, STUPID one!” She’d sob, her hands clutched so tightly around your shirt you thought it may tear

You’d struggle to pull back from her, but she wasn’t letting up

With a sigh, you’d grab her shoulders to put distance between you and make her look at you

“That’s…the main problem in our relationship. Not everything is “fun”, not everything is a joke, and not everything is a game!” You’d sigh once more, rubbing your temple in frustration

“I do love you, but I can’t keep doing this. You don’t take anything seriously! Like ever!” You’d groan, and open your eyes to see an expression on her face you’d never seen before

“Seriously…?” She’d mutter, and give you a look as if she wasn’t truly looking AT you, but THROUGH you

You couldn’t think of what to say, but she spoke again before you had the chance to

“Okay…then let’s be serious. You tell me what’s wrong, you tell me what you want, and I’ll do.” Her eyes were dark, and the expression honestly startled you a bit

“If you want me to be serious? Then I will be. Because I’m SERIOUSLY,” She spoke, emphasizing the word with an almost snarl, “Not letting you go. I don’t care what it takes.” 

She brushed your hands off her shoulders and tugged you closer to her by the front of her shirt

“Oh I can be serious alright. And I will be, because that’s what you want”

She let out a laugh that sent a chill down your spine

“Because, baby…you’re not leaving me. Give me another chance, I’ll be whatever you want me to be.” She said in almost a hiss

Despite knowing better, this change in her was one you didn’t expect

The seriousness was both jolting and…straight up terrifying

But maybe…she really could change

Something about it made you want to do as she said, and give her a second chance

Even if the new dangerous air around her wasn’t one safe for you to be in

Mavuika:

While Mavuika usually respected your wishes, there was something that always bothered you

She was an archon, and while it made you feel safe, there was always the public eye surrounding you

You had to pretend to be just another citizen of Natlan, never being shown as her wife

She didn’t even wear her wedding ring when she was out of the house, and made you have your wedding in an entirely different region so none of the citizens knew she was even married!

You wanted her to be proud of you…maybe even show you off sometimes, and make sure people knew you were taken

You tried to voice it to her, but she always avoided the topic

She’d evade any questions, and just change what you were talking about without entertaining the conversation entirely

So it was time…and as much as you hated it, it felt like a reasonable decision

“Mavuika…I’m sorry, but…I want a divorce.”

She stopped cooking, turning back and looking at you with shock

“...why?” She asked, her voice nearly devoid of emotions

“Because…you never let people know we’re together. It’s messed up to take off your wedding ring, why should anyone need to think you aren’t married!”

Your words were pleading, begging her to understand that you couldn’t do this anymore

She sighed, and turned off the heat to walk over to you

She was always a tall woman, but now standing in front of the couch you were sitting at, she towered over you in a way that was far more than intimidating

Your breath hitched as she knelt down in front of you, taking your hand and brushing her thumb along your wedding ring

The smile on her face was far too calm, and left you feeling waves of eeriness just by looking at her

“And why should people need to know? What if I like having you all to myself?” She cooed, her free hand cupping your cheek

“Because…I want people to know I love you, and that you love me. Or even at the very least know you’re taken.” You mumbled, almost hesitantly

She let out a soft laugh, hand trailing from your cheek to the back of your neck as she harshly pulled you closer

The look in her eyes honestly terrified you

Her eyes looked nearly angry, but she had the calmest smile on her face

“Love, they don’t need to know. Because honestly…” She leaned in, whispering against your ear

“I’d rather give up being an archon if it meant I could have you all to myself”

It made you shiver, wondering what this dark side of her you’re seeing was…or if it was always there, just waiting beneath the surface

“You’re not leaving me, because I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you.”

“You know why? Because you’re mine. And I’ll tear down anyone else who thinks they can have you. Extreme? Maybe…but the thought of people looking at you? Makes my blood boil. If you went out in public with me, do you know how many people would look at you?”

She let out another laugh, pulling back to look into your eyes

“No…no. I like the thought of you being for my eyes alone far more than keeping up with useless public appearances”

“So no, you’re not leaving me.” She pressed her forehead against yours as she smirked

Luffy:

You knew you were sick, but you ignored it until it got far worse than you anticipated. Everything hurt, and it was near impossible to hide the wobbling on your legs when you’d stand up. Luckily (or perhaps unluckily) Luffy wasn’t exactly the most perceptive guy. But you did know he worries, and that’s the last thing you want. Even though he’d been your boyfriend for a few months, the stubbornness of refusing help wasn’t exactly making it easy to tell him something was wrong. 

Besides, Luffy was the last person you wanted to know you were sick. He mattered to you, and that just meant that the stubbornness you felt was only growing stronger. Despite how obvious it was to Chopper, Luffy had absolutely no idea. And you even refused CHOPPER’S help. Brushing it off, and moving on was all you planned to do. Today was different though…it was so much worse than how it started out. 

Outwardly, you looked pissed. It ended up attracting the attention of your boyfriend, and you almost didn’t notice him crouched down in front of your chair. His brow was furrowed, and he sat there silently as if to encourage you to talk. Even his cheeks started to turn red, trying and failing to figure out what had gotten you so upset. When you didn’t respond, he poked your cheek. 

You huffed, trying to ignore the fact that your head was pounding. “Yeah Luffy?” The tone was entirely off, it sounded almost breathless. But you cleared your throat, intent on making this as unobvious as possible. “Sorry, got distracted. Need something?” Your words were strained, and it only seemed to make him pout. 

“Yeah. Why are you all upset?” His concerned look was enough to make you double down. You’d already made him worry about you, and you didn’t want to make it even worse. 

“Oh!” You said, waving your hand dismissively. “Just thinking about the next island we’re going to.” A small laugh, and you continued, “I wonder if there’s any strong people you’re gonna have to fight there.” You laughed some more, and had to bite your tongue in an attempt to cover up your cough. “But anyways, let’s go-” As you tried to stand, you trembled and would have fallen to the ground if Luffy hadn’t acted fast and caught you. 

He looked shocked, and then his entire face was shrouded in worry. “Huh!? What’s wrong?” His eyes were wide, and he picked you up into his arms. “Chopper, Chopper…” He mumbled quickly, looking around to see your crew’s doctor in a frenzy. “When did you get all sick like that?” He sounded baffled, and wasn’t about to let you walk on your own. 

“Luffy! It’s not that bad! Set me down!” You huffed, trying to push yourself out of his arms. Even if your body wasn’t immensely weakened from being sick, you knew you couldn’t outmatch Luffy in terms of strength. Especially not with how determined he looked right now. “I-I just got dizzy, it’s fine!” You pleaded, not stopping your struggling for even a second. 

He entirely ignored you, running to the med bay in hopes Chopper would be there. “It’s not fine, you almost fell over!” He protested, and slammed the door open, effectively scaring Chopper as he worked. 

The reindeer’s eyes were wide, but registered it was just you two. “Is something wrong? Did they get hurt?” He rushed, looking at you as Luffy knelt down to put you at his level. 

“They’re sick! Like super sick they almost fell!” Luffy rushed out the words, and set you down on the table while keeping his arms wrapped around you. “And don’t say you’re not!” He whined at you, looking at you with a pleading expression. 

“I promise, it’s not that bad. You guys are worrying over nothing.” You huffed, but you saw Luffy’s expression when you spoke. It halted your protests, and made you hesitate long enough for Chopper to take your temperature. 

Luffy looked more serious than you’d seen him in a long time. Not since the last battle he was in. “Stop.” Was all he said, and admittedly…you did. “I don’t care if you say it’s not bad. I’m your boyfriend so I care.” He was being entirely honest, and it almost made you feel bad for making him worry…which was what made you do it in the first place. To AVOID making him worry…but apparently you’d only done the opposite. 

You sighed, and nodded at him reluctantly. It made his expression soften just a bit. “Of course I wanna protect you. So stop.” He bumped his forehead against yours to really make you look at him. “Let me help sometimes.” His words were softer, but he still looked entirely worried. It was clear he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, and he really did have your best interests at heart. 

“...fine. But only sometimes.” You grumbled, and tried and failed to smile seeing just how happy those words made him. 

He snickered, and nodded at you. “Or all the time.”

“Absolutely not.”

Zoro:

Zoro seemed to know pretty often when something was wrong, and even liked to tease you about it from time to time. But this was the first time you’d truly gotten sick while you were dating. He seemed to want to mess with you, but couldn’t grasp why you weren’t asking for help. It was almost like a test, for him to see when you’d come to him. He wanted you to know he was always there for you, but you didn’t seem to want to ask for help in any variety. Even when the situation was as bad as this one. 

You stayed unaware that he knew you were sick, and genuinely thought you were playing it off pretty well. His expression was often pretty stoic, so you paid no mind to it while he observed you at dinner. His eyes were on you the whole time, and you talked with the crew and him while you ate. Admittedly, you lingered in the kitchen even after everyone else but you two had left. It would be really embarrassing if you fell in front of Zoro. 

But you knew how light headed you were, and tried to brush it off. “I’m pretty full, I’m gonna stay here for a bit, I know you wanna get back to training.” You said with a small laugh. But he didn’t seem to find it amusing. He sat in silence, and it made you squirm in your seat. “Zoro? What’s wrong?” Your brow furrowed, and you tried to see if something was bothering him. 

It seemed to agitate him, and he responded back without hesitation. “I’m supposed to ask you that.” He huffed, and walked over to your chair to pull it out slightly. It let him lean closer, hand on the back of the chair as he glared at you. Even if it wasn’t threatening, it was still intimidating. “So…what’s wrong?” He asked, but it caught you off guard. 

“W-huh? Nothing’s wrong, what do you mean?” Your eyes widened, and it seemed that he knew for a fact you were sick. But how did he know? You were covering it up so well! “I’m just full from dinner, so I’m gonna sit back for a bit.” Even though you knew you sounded unsure of your own words, and it was obvious he saw right through it. 

He only raised an eyebrow, silent as he waited for you to tell him the truth. When several moments passed without you backing down, he leaned back. He crossed his arms over his chest and stood a couple steps away from your chair. “Fine. Then stand up.” His words made it entirely obvious he knew why you weren’t standing up. 

But you glared at him instead, huffing with a “fine, I will!” before making your failed attempt to stand. You thought you might be able to stand for a few moments, but your entire body seemed to shut down at once. Before your knees could hit the ground, he shot his arm out and caught you. He lifted you effortlessly, and sat you back down on the chair. 

“Don’t lie to me. You know I hate that. So why did you?” He narrowed his eyes at you, clearly not going to put up with any more lies. “If you were sick, you just needed to say so.” He let out an unamused huff, and pressed his hand to your forehead. He clicked his tongue when he felt just how high your fever had gotten. 

“I just…hate asking for help. And I don’t wanna worry anyone.” You mumbled a bit sheepishly, but glared when he rolled his eyes at you. 

“The hell kind of a boyfriend do you think I am?” He snarked, but his tone had far less of an edge now than it had before. “Ask for help. It’s not that hard.” He trailed his hand from your forehead to rest on your cheek. It was both meant to be comforting, and a way to make sure you were listening. “I’ll worry even if you don’t say anything, so just save some energy and tell me about those things.” 

Your eye twitched when he said asking for help wasn’t hard. Oh yeah, because Zoro asks for help all the time. He definitely doesn’t take on everything in the world alone out of stubbornness, that doesn’t sound like him at all. You almost smirked at your own internal sarcasm, but his expression made you sigh and answer him. 

“I know, I know. I’ll…try. I make no promises, but I’ll try.” 

He seemed content with the answer, and lifted you into his arms. He headed to the med bay, and refused to let you talk your way out of it. But…at least he cared. And maybe it won’t be so hard to ask for help in the future. 

Sanji:

You could tell Sanji was starting to get suspicious. It was little things here and there at first, not eating as much or even refusing dinner all together. While it upset him, he tried to assure you he takes everything into account when he cooks. Other than that, your smile seemed forced. He knew you well enough to know it wasn’t something he did, or you’d be a lot harsher than a polite “I’m just not hungry” here and there. But he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. 

But when he leaned in to kiss you goodnight, you brushed him away slightly. “Sorry, I’m just not up for kisses right now…” You mumbled, but you could see the gears turning in his eyes. You gulped, hoping he wouldn’t find you out so soon. “It’s nothing, just a lot on my mind, you know?” You laughed softly, but he never unwrapped his arms from around your waist to let you put any distance between you. 

You saw the moment it all clicked. “You’re sick?” He mumbled, almost sounding depressed. “How did I not know? Why didn’t you tell me?” It hurt you at just how hurt HE sounded. “Is there anything I can do?” He instantly asked, practically pleading for you to confide in him. 

“N-No, it’s nothing serious, really. I’m not even that sick.” You laughed, trying to downplay just how awful you felt. Even now, you’d only been standing for a few minutes and it felt like your body would shut down at any second. But after you unwrapped his arms from your waist (much to his dismay) you took a step back. “It’s alright, really. I’ll be fine after I get a good rest in.” You tried to sound convincing, but it looked entirely like he wasn’t buying it. 

…especially not after your legs finally gave out. He leaped into action, and prevented you from hitting the floor. “It’s NOT nothing. Clearly!” But all that was on his face was worry…he wanted you to be safe, and it was clear he was beating himself up that it took him this long to notice. “Come on, we’re going to see Chopper.” He said, leaving no room for arguments as he lifted you carefully into his arms. 

“Sanji, really. It’s not that bad.” You said, but both of you were now aware it truly was. “I just…didn’t want you to worry. I can handle this on my own, okay?” You pleaded, but didn’t have the strength anymore to try and break out of his grasp. 

It made him pause, looking down at you with a mixture of adoration and concern. “You might be able to handle it alone, but you don’t have to.” His words were soft, and he hugged you closer to his chest. “I know you don’t like to ask for help, but is it really asking for it if I give it to you anyways?” He tilted his head, leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead. “I want to help. I’ll only worry more if you DON’T tell me when something’s wrong. So just promise to tell me, okay?” 

You huffed, conflicting emotions washing over your face. He waited, not pushing any further until you said something. “I hate worrying people. I don’t always need help.” You grumbled, but your resolve nearly crumbled when you saw that look on his face. Like a kicked puppy that just wanted to be paid attention to. It made you sigh, and you lightly punched his chest as he cradled you against it. 

He let out a playful “ow” before giving you a warm smile. “It’s hard to have people worried about you, but it’s not always a bad thing. It just means that those people care, and want you to be happy and healthy.” Sanji sighed dramatically, “But if you won’t ask for help, maybe I’ll just have to worry about you at all times. Even when there’s nothing to worry about.” He hummed, aiming to relieve some tension of the situation. 

“Do not ever start doing that.” You glared up at him, but it only seemed to make him laugh. 

“On the condition that you start telling me when you need help.” He grinned wide, knowing for a fact that he’d won this fight. 

“...Maybe.” You said, but sighed when he refused to take another step or even say anything else. “Fine.” 

It made him beam at you, pressing another kiss to your forehead as he walked you to the med bay. “That’s good enough for now.” He chuckled, and you wondered if you really could hold true to your promise. 

But if it meant not making him worry all the time, it was certainly worth a try. 

Law:

You were…practically avoiding your boyfriend. If he saw how sick you’d gotten, you’d never hear the end of it. You tried to play it off, saying you wanted to read or write when he asked to spend time together. You knew it was wrong, but kept your time together at a short distance, often only whenever other crewmates were around. But he was a DOCTOR, and there was no doubt in your mind he’d lecture you on letting him take care of the situation. 

Though today he seemed to have had enough of the avoidance game. You yelped when he cornered you after dinner. Your eyes immediately darted around to see if there was any chance of avoiding the situation even more. But he seemed to know your train of thought, and grabbed your chin between his fingers. While he initially did it to make you look at him, he ended up tilting your head in a few different directions. 

“Swollen throat glands, glazed eyes from a fever, anything else?” He spoke confidently, and you swatted his hand off your chin. He didn’t falter, and instead sighed before gently pressing his hand against your forehead. 

“Law!” You whined in protest, but his piercing look at you made you pause. “I’m not really that sick, it’s not bad at all. Probably just a cold.” You said, shifting uncomfortably as he gave you the quickest assessment of your life. “How did you even know?” You pouted, hating that he almost immediately figured out every symptom you had. It was clear it would happen eventually, but he seemed to know even before he cornered you! 

“Because I’m both a doctor and your boyfriend. Of course I knew what was wrong. You’ve been avoiding me for nearly four days, and it seems that was only because you knew you were getting sick.” He rolled his eyes, grabbing your arm to start leading you back to his office. Your whines of protest fell on deaf ears, and he continued to practically drag you there. 

“Law it’s not-” Your breath hitched, letting out a soft yelp as your legs gave out beneath you. 

He anticipated it, and spun around to catch you. “Not that bad? Was that really what you were about to say?” He grumbled, but lifted you without accepting any protesting from your end. “Stop being so stubborn, I’m going to treat you rather whether you want me to or not.” There was a blend of concern and irritation in his voice, and he gave you a weak glare before continuing his walk back to the office. 

“You’re the one being stubborn!” You huffed, but it truly was both of you. 

Your stubbornness to refuse help, and his stubbornness for not accepting your claims. You both knew you were sicker than you should be, especially more than if you would have just gotten help on the first day. But you didn’t want to back down, you didn’t need his help and of all the people in the world…Law was the one you wanted to worry the least. 

“I’m fine, okay? Just put me down. I don’t need help with this, come on!” You huffed, but your words were breathless. It wasn’t quite hard to breathe, but any amount of motion seemed to make you grow exhausted. And you truly had been pushing yourself harder than you needed to, just in a now failed attempt to cover up that you were sick. 

“Yeah, sure. You’re fine.” He seemed frustrated, but not with you. More so with himself. “I shouldn’t have waited so long to confront you about it.” He grimaced, finally reaching his office and setting you down on the table. One intense look from him had you halt your plans to step off the table. “Don’t go anywhere.” The tone in his voice left no room for protests, and you reluctantly obeyed. 

“You’re just lucky it didn’t get even worse.” He glared as he examined you, but even you knew it wasn’t that he was angry at you. He was frustrated he didn’t help you sooner. “When did you plan to tell me?” His voice was quiet, and he pulled back enough to properly look at your expression. 

“...when I got better.” You mumbled, feeling like a child who just got in trouble at school. “I just didn’t want you to worry.” You continued when he scoffed, and it made you glare at him weakly for finding any semblance of amusement or astonishment at the situation you’d put him in. 

When he saw your expression he sighed, flicking your forehead. “Being sick isn’t what worries me.” He said, cupping your cheek in one of his hands. “Being avoided so I can’t help you is what worries me.” His words were soft and genuine, and as you looked at him he continued. “I’m a doctor, people get sick all the time. I may have worried if you were slightly sick, but of all the people in the world, you KNOW I can help.” He sighed, and his thumb stroked your cheek softly. 

“I know you don’t like asking for help.” He trailed off, seemingly trying to find the right words to say. “But I also know that asking for help with something like this isn’t worse than suffering alone.” Law leaned back, taking in your expression. “So let me help next time. Especially if you’re sick.” It wasn’t up for debate, and it was clear that he wasn’t about to listen to you protest. 

You wanted to, you really did. But maybe it was the exhaustion taking over that made it hard to vocalize it. “Alright…” You mumbled, and while conflicted, he at least looked pleased with the answer. As much as asking for help sucked, you knew when you were wrong. He worried because you didn’t ask for help, he worried because you didn’t want him to. So if it would help keep him happy, you’d confide in him when something was wrong. 

You were walking through town, not paying much mind to what was going on around you. All smiles and laughter, you strolled through with no particular purpose in mind. There was some commotion a ways away, but it didn’t seem like anything you needed to get involved with. Everything in Piltover had been tense, that blue haired girl sending most people into a state of fear and reluctance to even leave their homes. She’d been seen here a handful of times, and always left the area in complete and utter disarray. 

You hadn’t seen her more than once, and she was too busy starting fights and running away from the soldiers stationed that she hadn’t even noticed you. She intrigued you, and as much as you knew it was probably a bad idea, you kind of wanted to talk to her. See where her mind was at and give you insights on what the underground was like. It wasn’t talked about often up here, so your own curiosity was nearly overwhelming. 

Without knowing it, that chance would arise far sooner than you’d anticipated. Seeing soldiers running amok, you only glanced around before seeing that very blue-haired girl you’d been wondering about. She was nearly entirely covered in the shadows of the alley, and noticed you at the same time you’d noticed her. You opened your mouth to speak, but she grabbed onto your arm and pulled you into the alley with her. 

“Shhhh, don’t give me away by saying something stupid.” She said quietly, and her hand covered your mouth to keep you quiet as well. She paused, realizing you were making no attempts to pull away from her or make any noise. “The hell’s wrong with you?” She huffed, but her brow furrowed as if she were looking for any answers in your expression she could find. You almost looked EXCITED to be in this alley with her. 

With a confused look, she took her mouth off your hand. She put a finger in front of her lips and glanced around before her eyes settled back on you. You spoke, and it only served to make her more confused. “Hi! Your name is Jinx right? It’s nice to meet you! I’ve heard a ton about you.” You were practically beaming, a wide smile on your face. “What are you doing up here this time?” You asked with a slight tilt of your head. 

“Uh…you know I kill a lot of people, right? Why shouldn’t I kill you, too?” But the situation was proving to be far more interesting than she thought it would be. To most, that comment and her smile would be intimidating. Hell, a lot of people ran the other way if they saw her smiling like that. Besides, usually if people got close enough to her to see that smile, they certainly never saw a damn thing again. 

“Oh!” You said, before giving her a softer smile. “I guess that’s true. But I’ve heard so much about you I wanted to talk to you too!” Your innocent words had her jaw dropping slightly, even barely glancing at her gun as she pointed it to your head. “Oh. Right. You kill people. But before you kill me can I ask some questions?” There was eagerness in your voice, and you even seemed to lean closer to her as you asked. 

Your response was so wildly unexpected that she couldn’t stop laughing. She knew people could hear it, and didn’t even really care. “You’re such a weird girl!” The words were barely audible between her laughs, tears nearly forming in her eyes from how hard she’d been laughing. “You’re crazy! No one ever smiled when I pointed a gun at their head. This is great!” She giggled, leaning closer to you until your lips were almost touching. 

Your smile only widened as she spoke, shaking your head as you laughed too. “But it’s exciting!” You said, not phased by how close she was to you. “I’ve been wanting to know more about you ever since I heard about you!” Another laugh, and you could see the deranged look in her eyes. Somehow, a more subtle expression just like that was in your eyes as well. “A lot of the people you killed kinda sucked anyway. So it’s weird a bunch of people are upset by it. This place is boring! And you’ve made it so much more fun!” Your words were clearly genuine, and left her with an ear to ear grin. 

“You’re just like me!” She said, nearly cheering. But the cheers grew quieter as more soldiers seemed to be nearing where you were at. She groaned dramatically, head tilted upwards as she glared at the sky. Only moments later, she continued to dangle the gun beside your head, the other gripping your chin almost painfully. “I hate that I gotta go, but you’ll see me again dollface. Promise!” She grinned leaning forward and kissing teasingly at the corner of your lips. 

It had you grinning right back at her, before you both dissolved into giggles. “You better!” You pushed lightly at her shoulders, easing her towards the opposite direction of the soldiers. “But I expect a real kiss next time if you’re just gonna tease me with that little one!” Your words sounded so innocent that it had her eyes darkening. She could only laugh, nodding as she rushed out of the alley. 

You really had no idea what you were in for. And while stealth was never really her strong suit, she made it her goal to find out everything about you. You’d catch her on top of a building, knelt down and looked at you from a distance. Both of your smiles would grow, waving excitedly at her. It would only be a matter of time before she completely snapped and made sure you never left her side. It was thrilling, seeing her often off to the side just looking at you like you were the focus of her world. 

While she may be obsessed with you, you felt entirely the same. She brought a thrill into your world that you never knew you needed. And while she often watched from afar, you left your window unlocked in case she finally decided to face you again. Sometimes you could swear you saw her in the dark of your room, but the figure was gone by the time you’d rubbed the sleep from your eyes. 

God…the things you did to her. She hadn’t found someone that matched her crazy, and she’d be damned if she didn’t truly shatter your world views. Often she’d even skip out on her previous mission if she saw you. She’d burn the world down with you, and it was only a matter of time before she broke you down and made you hers. Have you ever wondered why people only flirted with you once? Sometimes no one ever even saw them again. 

But in your twisted little mind…you could only hope that she was the one behind it. Your innocence of the situation only made her more feral, and something about it made you eager. Eager to see her again, eager to talk to her again…and eager to see just how far she’d go for you. 

Luffy:

Let’s face it, Luffy doesn’t know much about romantic relationships

While he may be confused about his feelings, the rest of the crew is acutely aware he’s falling in love with you

He feels a certain pull towards you, and ends up spending as much time with you as possible

On every island, he drags you alongside him, excited to look around and explore anything he can with you by his side

He’s always hugging you, wrapping his arms around you and grinning ear to ear

While he falls, he’s trying to be by your side as much as he physically can

He’ll sit next to you for meals, try and get you to play games with him, Chopper, and Usopp, and loves quality time more than anything

It isn’t until Nami and Robin pull him aside and try to explain what it means to be in love until he finally understands…to some extent

He never realizes he’s doing it, but it’ll take no time at all for him to start blushing when he sees you first thing in the morning

You tried to take charge at one point, confessing your feelings to him and he grins eagerly

He’ll nod, and say “You’re different. I like you too.” He’ll snicker, and not realize that he’s already in love with you

Luffy would fall fast, and he’d fall hard

But since he’d never felt it, you’ll have to take the reins and try and explain your feelings in simpler terms

He’s usually the one to act first, but he seems hesitant and unsure of navigating a relationship, doubting if he’s doing it right

He’ll say that during your relationship, too

That he loves you, and he doesn’t know how to show it

But when you tell him you don’t mind, and you can figure things out together, he’ll smile wider than he ever has before

“I’ll learn cause I love you”

Zoro:

Zoro is a bit more aware of his feelings, but still gets hesitant to act on it

Once he had fully fallen in love, he tries to spend more time with you

At first, it usually involved being in the crow’s nest and spending some quality time together in silence as he works out

Out of everyone on the crew, you’re the one person he’d always refuse to spar with

But he knew that when you were watching him work out, he pushes himself farther than he probably should

But he wants to impress you, and make sure you feel safe when you’re together

One time he went to take a nap on the deck of the ship, and when you tried to wake him up, he simply pulled you down beside him and kept sleeping

Even if you tried to strain out of his grasp, he only clung to you tighter

That would become a regular thing, to nap with Zoro

You learned quickly that he just enjoyed touching and holding you 

It made your heart flutter, and he admittedly felt the same

There’s not many people he’d ever had feelings for, and he was conflicted at first about his feelings for a crew member

However when you confessed to him, asked him to be your boyfriend, he just scoffed and rolled his eyes with a smirk

“What? We’re already dating.” 

You jabbed his shoulder lightly, huffing that he can’t just assume you’re together and you need to know these things

“We’ve already spent a lot of time together. We basically do couple things enough as it is. Can you really blame me for assuming?”

Usopp:

Usopp has been in love before, but with you it seemed different

He grew far more flustered around you, and if you called him out on blushing he would clear his throat and deny it

“I’m getting a super rare disease! It makes my face turn red and I feel nervous! I m-may need your help to aid me in my recovery”

It made you laugh, rolling your eyes playfully with a small “liar”

As he tried to gauge if you had feelings for him too, he’d try and impress you however he could

From target practice, to inventing new methods of shooting, to just telling you outlandish stories about his adventures before you joined the crew

When he was nearing confessing to you, he’d become even more flustered

He’d blush when you walked by, or even just said hello to him in the morning

There wasn’t a single thing he could focus on aside from you

It had the butterflies in his chest running wild, never being able to keep his eyes off you when you were near each other

He’d try and buy you small gifts, just things he knew you’d love

When he finally worked up to confessing his love for you, he was nearly trembling

He feared rejection, but when you accepted him, he became happier than he ever had been before. 

It made his heart nearly burst with affection when you smiled at him like that

“W-we’ll go on better adventures than ever…so just keep being mine, okay?”

Sanji:

When Sanji started falling, you realized something was off immediately, without knowing what it was

He used to flirt with all the girls, especially Nami and Robin

So when it simmered down, Nami and Robin immediately knew what was up

He took all his flirting and seemed to focus it entirely on you

It wasn’t to the extremes he normally did, but seemed to say his affections towards you softly with a wide grin

He’d make all your favorite meals, and even ask if you wanted to help in the kitchen

It was his way of spending more time with you in the ways he knew how

Gifts. So many gifts. It seemed he’d buy you at least one thing from every island you stopped at

He’d beam with happiness as soon as you’d accept the gift, and he’d often lift your hand to his lips to plant small kisses there

His flirting would amp back up over time, only he was polite to other women, and didn't show any signs of flirting at all to them

It was odd to see him switch up his regular routine of flirting with Nami and Robin, and you were a bit concerned at first

It took time for him to confess, wanting to figure out slowly if you felt the same or not

But when you confronted him about his lack of flirting and praise towards the other girls on the crew, he’d just smile

“Why did you stop being all…you…to everyone but me?” You’d ask

He’d laugh, and trail his fingers along your jawline while looking you in the eyes

“Because when it comes to flirting…with you, I actually mean it. I want it to be special.” 

It would make you grin, more than pleased with his answer

“After all, I do love you, you know.” 

Franky:

Similar to Usopp, he’d desperately try to impress you

But he wasn’t nearly as shy about it as Usopp is

In fact, he’d fallen for you almost as soon as you met

He’d try and talk to you as often as possible, understand what you like and what you don’t so he can truly impress you

If you had a special interest, he’d ask about it eagerly

He’d even go as far as to try and find anything about it that he’d beg Robin to find books on it

He was never much of a reader, but he wanted to learn more about your interests to get closer to you

With most things, he’d end up getting just as excited as you were if not more when you’d talk about those interests

He’d become a total enthusiastic nerd and try and even find things you didn’t even know about the topic

It made you feel so…important

His feelings were extremely obvious, and once you were ready to confess to him, he’d pull you into a kiss

He was a lot more physically affectionate with you, and eagerly would hold your hand as often as possible

Once the feelings were finally out in the open, he’d laugh loudly and smile

“You know how hard it was to hide it from you? I’ve been head over heels for you since we met.”

It would make you laugh too, and say softly, “Oh I know.”

He’d pause, looking shocked

“...wait, was it that obvious?”

Brook:

Brook was somewhere in the middle between obvious and subtle

If you thought about it, it made sense he had strong feelings for you

He was by your side more often than not, but always knew when you needed alone time

He’s no stranger to romantic feelings, but he did enjoy that he could hide his blush better now that he was a skeleton

It made it a little less on the nose to romantically pursue you

It would start as quality time, and expand the longer you spent time together

Above all, he’d be a lot more quiet and gentle with you

He’d asked early on what your favorite music genre was, and try and write new songs for you

It always made you smile, and you’d happily listen to anything he was working on

He’d perform just for you, and rush up to your side afterwards

He looked a bit nervous when you’d be even remotely affectionate towards him

But he’d always smile…as best as he could…and hold your hand like he was afraid you’d run away and never come back if he let go

And as soon as he was ready to fully confess his love, he’d write a song just for you

He’d take you both up to the crow’s nest where it could be the two of you alone, and play his love song for your ears only

You’d been with Anon for just over a year, and while you never met in person, you were both online enough that you seemed to have endless hours spent with him. It didn’t matter what you were doing, either watching videos together or playing games, it always meant a lot to you that you’d grown so close. The possibility of meeting up was a frequent discussion, but the planning was always off. You worked full time, and he worked from home. Though it was nice he always seemed to be awake when you were back at the house. 

Neither of you necessarily had a “healthy” sleep schedule, but it worked out. Today, youfound a package on your doorstep. It confused you, since you were sure you never ordered anything and told Anon about the strange package. He couldn’t hold in a laugh, and simply told you to open it on camera with him in the call. You sat at your computer desk and looked at the camera skeptically. Excitement took over though, and you found the idea of him sending you gifts now and then really sweet. 

But when you saw what was in the box, your cheeks turned red. He clearly saw it, too, and said a soft, “surpriiiiiise.” With a grin on his face that made you entirely flustered. 

It was a remote controlled vibrator, but it looked like the remote was nowhere to be found. You opened the box confused, and saw that it had already been opened once. The tape wasn’t firmly on, and you held up the box to show Anon. The grin never left his face, and your eyes widened in surprise when he held up a remote that was the same color as the toy. 

“You wanted to spice things up, so we’re spicing them up.” He chuckled, and explained further. “They’re both bluetooth. The remote hooks up to my phone, and the toy hooks up to yours. Makes it so I can control it from way over here.” He gave you a smug look, and you had to huff. 

“Alright, alright you tease. But we’re gonna be late, didn’t you say we were playing games with your friends tonight? We were supposed to be on the call 20 minutes ago.” You rolled your eyes playfully, and set the box down next to your desk. Though a shudder ran through you as you saw the way he was looking at you. 

“Oh we are. But on one condition.” His voice was low and gravely, and you didn’t have to be a genius to know he was turned on at the thought of you using it. You raised an eyebrow at him to prod him to continue. “You have to wear it while we play.” 

It left you stunned, and your jaw dropped slightly. “Huh? With your friends on call?” Your voice came out as a high pitched squeak, one that peaked your mic, but he seemed to know what you were saying. “What if I can’t be quiet and your friends hear me?” Blinking in surprise, you felt your cheeks warming up even more than they had before. 

“Well then you’ll just have to keep quiet, won’t you?” He said in a teasing voice, but gave a more sincere expression. “If you’re not comfortable with it, we don’t have to do it. It was just a thought I had last time we had fun on call.” He sighed with a smile as soon as he mentioned it, clearly remembering your last mutual session you’d had a couple nights prior. 

It made your heart flutter in your chest at the check in for your consent, and you gave a sigh. You looked directly at him with a faux glare, and muttered, “pervert.” It made him laugh, but after considering for a moment you nodded. “But if they hear me moan, that is 100% on you!” You huffed, puffing out your cheeks in a pout. 

“Aww, but I think you can handle it.” Anon gave you a wolfish grin and held up the remote. “So come on, put it on and we’ll join the call when you’re ready.” He was near bouncing in his chair in excitement, and quite frankly it was the same for you. 

The thought of having to stay quiet, his friends unknowingly being on call while Anon messed with you in the best ways was too appealing to deny. He knew you had a tendency to like the thrill of being caught, and you mentally prepared for whatever games were picked. You thought it may be a piece of cake, but needed to prepare for any surprises he may pull. 

“Okay, okay. But how does this work? You just gonna turn it on and we play games? That’s it?” You raised your eyebrow skeptically, and stood to remove your pants and underwear before sitting back down. It made you laugh how his eyes stayed entirely on you as you did so, and you had made sure to remove them slowly to give him a good view. 

He shook his head as he processed your question, and covered his now reddened cheeks before he spoke again. “Nope. There’s five settings. Each one gives stronger vibrations. We’re playing a FPS game, so every time you die the setting gets amped up.” He seemed real proud of himself for the plan, and it made you shudder at the thought. 

You took the toy out of the box and looked at it closer. It was insertable, and had a piece that rubbed against your g-spot while the outside rested on top of your clit. This challenge of his…might be harder than you thought. You were already pretty sensitive, and not knowing exactly how strong the toy could get made you slightly nervous. But your feelings of arousal were far stronger than any amount of nervousness you felt. 

You grabbed the lube off your desk and slowly eased it inside you, letting out a soft moan in the process. Looking at the camera, Anon looked almost as flustered as you were. He tried to look more composed, but failed miserably. “Come on, let’s hop over to the gaming VC.” He said, not giving you a moment to think before he switched over. 

You took a deep breath, and joined a moment later. The boys greeted you both, talking about how they were excited to play games as a group again. Some of the friends were usually pretty busy, and you managed to get a whole party together. “I’m doing g-good!” You squeaked when they asked you how you’d been. Anon, the smug tease that he was, set the vibrations on before you could even finish your sentence. 

You tried to keep a straight face, and only nodded at the camera when one of them asked if you were okay. This was definitely gonna be more difficult than you thought. It had you wondering if it was the highest setting, even though you knew it was on the absolute lowest it could be on. Anon’s smug face on the screen had your eye twitching in irritation. How were you supposed to focus on the game like this? He didn’t even give you the chance to start the game first! 

But before long, you had said a few things without stuttering too much, and the game began. It was insanely difficult to focus on the task at hand, and you were sure you were gripping the mouse far tighter than you normally would. You clicked your tongue in frustration when you died rather early on, and secretly hoped Anon hadn’t seen your name pop up on the top right. But of course he did. He practically HOPED you’d die a few times so he can see you get more and more flustered. 

Nearly as soon as you’d died, he’d upped the setting. At this rate, you’d have to deep clean your damn gaming chair. You could feel yourself growing more wet by the second, and his chuckles made it known that he was aware of everything going on. The other guys teased lightly, saying you were off your game. They had no idea just how right they were. Who could blame you? 

You tried to hold out, you really did. But almost as soon as he upped the setting to a three you had to bite your lip harshly to avoid making as much noise as possible when you came around the toy. You were breathing heavily, near sweating as you tried and failed to stay focused on the game. Your walls clenched around it, and you probably looked pitiful. 

But Anon seemed to take pity on you, and turned the setting back down to a two when he saw how hard you were fighting to stay any semblance of composedness. When he died next, he sent you a quick message before he respawned. It simply read “color?” Without fully removing the vibrations from the toy. 

You were past the point of fully thinking clearly and sent a reply back. “Green. So fucking green.” It was the system you used, making sure both parties were comfortable. Green being continue, yellow being pause for a bit and discuss, and red being stop all together. But you couldn’t deny how thrilling it was, having to stay quiet and pretend like this wasn’t happening. You’d both end up being embarrassed if his friends picked up on what was actually happening on your end, so keeping it subtle was necessary. 

You saw him smirk briefly on the call, before he locked back into the game. Through it, you only managed to get up to a four before the game was over. Even he knew you looked like you were about to explode at any second, and he told his friends, “Hey, we’re gonna go. She has work tomorrow.” They said their short goodbyes, and your trembling hand barely pressed the button to switch to your private VC before you let out a long and breathy moan. 

“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that?” Your eyes were partially closed and you let out another soft whimper. You almost went to remove the toy, but there was something about being overstimulated that you adored. He knew it, too, and enjoyed it just as much as you did. “You know how hard it was to s-stay quiet?” You breathed out, giving him a glare before your head hit the back of your chair with another moan. 

He laughed, knowing you were by far enjoying yourself more than he was…almost. He loved to tease you in every capacity, and thrived knowing he was the one indirectly making you feel good. “How many times did you cum?” He chuckled, and you could see him reaching down his own pants with the other hand still on the remote. 

“Five. Fucking. Times.” You hissed, letting out a cry you were sure your neighbors heard when he turned the setting up. It took everything in you not to writhe out of your chair, but he didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he held up the remote and looked at it thoughtfully. 

“Five you say?” He gave another chuckle, turning up the setting to the max. “Five sounds good, it’s what you asked for, right?” His teasing words were met with a sharp cry of his name, coming on the spot. 

You couldn’t think clearly, and you were sure you saw stars. After a moment, he turned the setting back down after letting you ride out your high as long as you could. “I’m…I’m so getting you back for this…” You breathed out, entirely spent. It finally became too much, and you took out the toy with a wince. He saw, and turned the vibrations off. 

Anon looked at you with adoration, knowing he was the one that pushed you so far. “Aw, and how do you plan to do that?” He seemed both excited and curious, tilting his head just slightly at the question. 

You thought for a moment, before letting out a small laugh. “Maybe when I visit, I’ll make you play games with your friends while I suck you off from under your desk.” You opened your eyes just enough to see his expression, and it was absolutely priceless. His face was just as red as yours was, and his jaw dropped. 

He tried to compose himself, but you could see his hand pumping faster just below his desk. “Baby, there’s nothing I want more than to see you try that.” His laugh was shuddered, and it was clear it was something he’d thought about before. It even had him letting out a moan, eyes trailing over your body like he was trying to commit the thought to memory. 

Hoodie wasn’t much for approaching people

He’d rather sit on the sidelines in his time off, and find somewhere quiet he could hide and silently observe the world around him

The first time he saw you, he didn’t really think much of it

He saw thousands of people, and it was hard to find someone that stood out

But that might have been what allured him to you in the first place

You didn’t seem to be bothered by what those around you said, and it was something he admired

He would gradually grow more bold, quite literally bumping into you lightly as you would walk down the streets in search of new stores to find and window shop

You chalked it up as a coincidence, but noted that you saw him more often than not while you were out and about

He’d often already be at a cafe you’d visit, or strolling through the different sections of the library

One day you decided to talk to him, and that changed everything

He never in a million years would have expected you approached him first

Somehow just being around you brought him peace, and he liked to frequent the locations you went to often anyways

But that small conversation sparked something in both of you, and decided a bit later to try dating

He was an amazing boyfriend, the best you’d had, even

And he took pride in you being his girlfriend

While he may be a bit more socially anxious than some, he was never more calm then when he was with you…despite his heart often racing when you’d wear something cute or even just look at him affectionately

He wouldn’t say he was shy, but he often beat himself up over the butterflies in his stomach when you were even just doing every day tasks he’s seen you do all the time

You’d note how he would silently flare up with irritation if he saw another guy hitting on you, and while he normally wasn’t too fond of PDA, he loved to see the other men squirm when he’d pull you into a kiss

It was honestly cute to you, and always left you giggling afterwards

You tried not to tease him, but sometimes it was just too fun

He paid you back, brushing his fingers along your arm and looking at you in that intense way that made your heart flutter

But as much as he seemed to like teasing you, he also knew when it wasn’t the time

He was the best person to have around when you were stressed, or sad for any reason

If someone bothered you at work, he’d roll his eyes in irritation and joke about how he’d fight them for you

At least…you thought it was a joke

It made you fall for him more and more, knowing he was that protective over you that he’d tease like that just to make you feel better

And over time, he learned exactly how to help you in any situation

He didn’t know much about cars, but intentionally started learning in the SLIM chance that yours would break down or cause any issues

Even after you were together for over a year, he still did anything in his power to make you feel safe and cherished

You’re on your period? He’s already at your door with any drinks and snacks you could possibly want, and bringing heating pads and ice packs for anywhere that might be sore

Even after long days of work, you loved meeting up with him

He’d treat you to dinner if you wanted to go out, or rub your feet if you just wanted to rest at home with a movie going

He seemed to know everything about you, and you enjoyed finding out anything you could about him just as much

He was usually relatively quiet, and didn’t openly talk about himself unless you asked

At first he’d be hesitant, but after a while in the relationship he was much more open

While he wouldn’t talk about himself on his own, his heart raced when he realized you wanted to know more about him

There were very few things he wouldn’t tell you…at least not for a good several years in the relationship

There would always be the question in his mind of what you may do if you found out he was dangerous

Would you feel comforted? Or would you be disturbed

He’d lay out little hints here and there, but it was clear you didn’t fully pick up on them

Regardless, he knew he couldn’t let you go if you never wanted to see him again

The lines of what was right and wrong in his mind were blurred, a product of having to carry out kills throughout most of his adulthood up to this point

But he would have lost it all to make sure he could stay with you

While he knew it wasn’t possible, it wouldn’t stop him from trying

Until he got the courage to work up to it, he’d be content with the way things were in the present

Although speaking of presents, they were more frequent than you could have ever guessed

Since he had a key to your apartment, you would often come home with a note saying he couldn’t be around for the day, but to enjoy what he got you

He’d note when you were out, anything you mentioned wanting or looking cool, and it would only be a short matter of time before it was yours

There would be silly times, not wanting to make him spend so much money on something

He’d sit you down on his lap and cradle your cheeks in your hands

“Tell me what you wanted to buy off the app” It was goofy, but he always looked so serious when you offhandedly mentioned wanting something

You’d protest, but he knew exactly how to convince you to tell him anything he wanted to know

It always resulted in you sighing and telling him, but pushed on his chest with a pout, saying it was too expensive

Money never seemed to be an issue with him, and he seemed pleased above all else when he could get you something

He may not be able to tell you everything about him, and what he did each night

But until he could tell you, he was happy to spend as much time as he could with you and give you as much happiness as you brought him

It may break your heart to find out who he really was, and it would break his if he had to see your frightened expression

So for now, he’d keep letting you bring out the more positive sides of himself

And there truly was only one thing he wouldn’t be able to let you have

You were just supposed to be another one of his victims. EJ never really picked anyone specifically, and did minimal research into a person before deciding who he’d go after next. If there was less info, it only helped keep all suspicion off him for the time being. While the way he killed was unique, he never wanted to fall into a pattern and end up getting caught in the end. 

But he wasn’t sure why he didn’t end up killing you. He became almost entranced, in an odd sort of way. You were clueless. Sure, he wasn’t exactly obvious when he went after someone, but you didn’t seem to pay any mind when your window would be open at night. Not once, not twice, but FIVE times, he’d crawled through your window and you always laughed about it being open, thinking you’d left it open again…

He wasn’t sure if you were oblivious or just downright stupid. 

At one point, he even thought it would be funny to mess with your head a little more. Do something more obvious to try and get your attention. He’d leave your fridge open, blood on the shelves. He nearly felt his jaw hit the floor when you laughed. Said “must have let the beef stay in there too long.” Before throwing it all out and cleaning it up. 

It became a sick form of game for him. To see how much he had to go over the top to finally get you to be afraid. Imagine his frustration when you screamed at a small ball of fuzz, thinking it was a roach in your home. How come the blood trails, the cuts in your pillow, the broken window and the slashed tires didn’t scare you but a ball of fuzz did? It left him groaning, covering his face in disbelief. 

He had spent far too long figuring out how to get to you, and decided to just go for it in the end. You were home, and he knew that. He had stolen your keys, made a copy, and now walked right into your home when you were cleaning the living room. Seeing you dancing around, singing entirely off-key to the music you were listening to, it confused him. He had come into the situation prepared to make you his victim. 

He did still want to…but why was he hesitating? His inner distractions caused him to not hear when you stopped singing. He nearly flinched when he was pulled out of his thoughts by you walking right up to him. “Hello? I think you have the wrong apartment.” He was so sure you could see his mask shift, brows furrowed as he tried to think of what to say. 

His voice was rough around the edges to say the least, he never really took time to talk to anyone. Especially not victims. “Uh…” He couldn’t even think of what to say. It took him several moments before he spoke a bit more confidently. “No. This is the one I meant to be at.” But he didn’t think things through. Why was he even bothering with talking to you? It wasn’t something he’d ever done before, and he tried to resort to different lengths to get you to be scared of him. Something, ANYTHING.

He pulled out a surgical knife, jabbing it in your direction. “You seriously don’t understand the situation?” A scoff, and he continued. “Don’t you know you’re in danger right now?” 

You looked at him confused, speaking softly. “Am I? I didn’t even notice you in here…like wouldn’t you have already hurt me if I was in danger?” Your words were genuine, not seeming to feel any semblance of fear…just confusion. A desire to know more. 

He paused, his hand twitching as he nearly dropped the knife. For someone so oblivious, so…INNOCENT, he hated that…you were right. If it were any other victims, he would have dealt with them then and there. No questions, no talking, nothing but violence straight out of a horror movie. So why was he hesitating?

“OH!” You clapped your hands in front of you, and you didn’t register him tensing up, as if pulled out of his own conflicting thoughts. “I remember hearing of a costume party in the building, it’s a few doors down though.” You beamed at him, reaching up to feel his mask before he grabbed your wrist to stop you. It was a firm grip that nearly bordered on painful. But you didn’t seem to care, instead gasping. 

“Woah you’re pretty strong!” A laugh from you and his grip tightened just slightly. “Don’t worry, apartment buildings can be super confusing since everything looks the same.” You grinned, and pointed with your free hand in the direction of the party being held. “If you go down the hall to-”

He interrupted you, leaning closer and nearly growling as he spoke. “I’m not here for a fucking party.” His emotions were going haywire. He felt too much all at once. Frustration, bafflement, confusion, and small sparks of amusement. “I don’t dress like this for some parties. I do it for my…” He trailed his knife down your arm, though not enough to draw blood. Just enough to sting. “Job. If you wanna call it that.” While he tried to hold out some hope you’d understand the meaning, he figured you wouldn’t catch it. 

You tilted your head, and let out a small, “Hey that kinda hurts.” With a furrowed brow, but even still, you didn’t pull back from his grip. 

He laughed, and while it seemed to amuse you, anyone else would have ran for their lives if they heard a laugh that was menacing. “You know? This is both fun and frustrating. You’re completely unbelievable.” His words were laced with threats you never knew of, and he found himself smiling just slightly. He hated that this was genuinely a bit amusing. He’d never been treated so kindly since he started killing just for fun. Just to eat. 

“Is that a bad thing?” You pouted, but you both turned towards the window as you heard numerous police cars seeming to get closer to the building. While you paid no mind, you noted how he let you go, stepping back with an annoyed huff. 

“I’ll tell you next time.” He said, straightening his mask and rushing to the window. It left you gasping, and ran over just in time to see him jump out of it. You let out a startled scream, expecting to see him land on the cold ground below. 

But there was no one there. You looked around in confusion, and it left him letting out a chuckle. 

Well…it wasn’t exactly what he expected. He anticipated making you scream in fear for yourself. Yet somehow, you screamed in fear that he’d get hurt. An astounding contradiction, but he sighed when out of reach of the police. It left him confused…he promised that he’d tell you next time. If he knew what was good for him, he’d either stay away from you entirely, or end you the second he was within arms reach again.