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[missdreamshade]

Yandere!Mafia!Taeyong Scenario: First Meeting You

This is based off one of my yandere talks, this version was requested by anonymous

The start of the talk can be found here -> here

Warnings: Yandere content

[1:32 A.M.]

You groaned, laying your head down on the metallic surface of the cash register, “Time is going by so slow. Why did I agree to work night shifts?”

Your co-worker, Gina, giggled at your mopey state. Gently patting your head, she spoke, “Lighten up. Only 28 more minutes left before you get to go home.”

The bells hanging above the main entrance jingled, signalling the arrival of new customers.

“Hello,” Gina greeted, smiling from ear to ear, “Welcome to Windy’s..”

Her voice slowly trailed off until she went completely silent. You popped your head up off the register, looking in the direction of the new customers. Your lips parted slightly, surprised by their physical appearance. You noticed the excessive amounts of tattoos and scars that spread across every visible inch of their skin. They seemed to ignore your friend, walking right past the two of you to the table in the back corner.

“Those guys..” you started, but found yourself unable to find the proper phrasing.

Luckily, Gina finished your thought, “They are a little terrifying.. I want you to go take their order.”

Your head snapped towards her, face twisted like she had said something offensive.

“Me? No way! I’m not going over there. I would like to make it home alive tonight.”

“Y/n, please,” she whined, wrapped her arms around you, trying desperately to butter you up.

“No,” you firmly responded, unlinking her arms from around you.

She pouted as the atmosphere around you two went dead silent. You both stared at the group of men, neither of you moving to go take their order. Suddenly, Gina broke the silence.

“Rock, paper, scissors for it? Loser has to go take their order?”

You reluctantly agreed, holding out your hands. Like two children, you played rock, paper, scissors. It was the only logical choice to figure out who was the unlucky soul to go take their order. As the last beat of the game slowly came to an end, your hands formed scissors. You watched as her hand stayed balled up in a fist. Rock defeats scissors.

“Yes!” Gina exclaimed in glee, doing a small victory dance.

You grumbled, picking up the notepad from the countertop. You felt Gina’s hands press against your back, giving you a slight push in the direction of the men. As you approach, you couldn’t help but to feel like a gazelle slowly being surrounded by a group of lions.

“H-Hi,” you stuttered, trying to avoid eye contact with the men in front of you, “I’m Y/n.. I’ll be your sever tonight. Can I start you off with something to drink?”

Upon hearing your voice, Taeyong’s head snapped up. He looked in your direction and observed your figure. Your timid aura made a smirk dance across his lips. Just by glancing at you, he could tell you were perfect.

Everyone went around saying what drink they wanted, everyone but Taeyong. He stayed silent, just watching you as you wrote down everyone’s order.

“Sir, do you want anything to drink?”

Your voice was like music to his hears.

“No,” he replied, shooting you a grin, “I’m fine.”

You nodded, slipping the notepad into the pocket of your apron. Then you turned on your heel, going to head in the direction to get the men their drinks. That is, until you felt a strong grip wrap around your wrist, pulling you down onto the leather seat. You were pressed up against the man you had just spoken to, his eyes boring into yours.

“What’s the rush, sweetheart? Stay and chat for a minute,” he spoke, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine.

Not knowing what to do, you looked at you co-worker for any type of help, but she remained frozen behind the counter. You felt a gentle grip on your chin then your head turned back to face the man again.

“What’s a cute little thing like you working at a place like this, hm? You’re far too perfect to be anywhere near here, don’t you think?”

All words were caught in your throat. What were you suppose to say? You moved away from him, trying to put at least a little distance between you and this stranger.

“I’m sorry, but I really should be getting back to work,” you said, going to stand up.

You wanted nothing more than to avoid any further interactions with these people.

“Ah,” he reached his hand out, putting it on your thigh to stop your movements, “Where do think you’re going? I’m not done talking to you, beautiful.”

• • •

// Incase anyone was worried, the yandere talk which inspired this scenario was written by my friend, and she wanted us to form the idea into a fic as well!😊 \\

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“she said to me, forget what you thought...”

             “cause good girls are bad girls that haven’t been caught.”

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pairing: mafia prince!johnny suh x female reader

warnings: contains mature content- eventual smut, blood, violence, angst, drinking/smoking, illegal activities

genre: enemies to lovers, rich kid au, mafia au

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The Suh family was one of the most prominent mafia families in Seoul. After the boss Mr. Suh senior relocated him and his wife to Chicago, they started one of the most successful funeral homes in the city. The Suh family also had their hands on a very successful carting company in NYC. You see, in the big apple, private companies are hired to take care of waste- so it was common for mafia families to own these companies so they can discreetly “take out the trash”. After Mr. Suh established quite the empire for himself, him and his wife welcomed their only, darling son.

Johnny is what you would call a mafia prince, and he was most definitely heir to the throne. He has already made himself a promising leader by commanding the respect of the members of the mob (or rather they obey out of fear). Nobody knows about his family’s shady money of course, they hide under the respectable business of their companies. Naturally, Johnny goes to one of the most prestigious private universities in country- conveniently located in New York City, where he can keep a close eye on business affairs while his father is in Chicago. He drives his brand new Audi to class, wears ridiculously priced watches, and lives on the top floor apartment in the heart of Manhattan. On weekends, he spends thousands like its pocket change on whatever his little heart desires- all courtesy of daddy’s black card of course. Despite the skeletons in his closet, he is a top notch student, athlete, on the student council, and the campus heartthrob. He’s fully aware of it too. He takes any girl he likes, even the most beautiful women that money can offer. 

Except you. The student council president. 

You got into the university on a full ride academic scholarship and you’re the pride of your small family, especially your single mother. You wanted so badly to give back to them and make them proud. Everyone on campus loved and admired you as their president, especially because you were the first woman president the university had ever seen. You often stood up for the girls and you weren’t afraid to scold the boys when then deserved it, so they were a bit afraid of you. Except one- Johnny Suh. God, you hated him. He was a pompous asshole and always just smirked at you when you scolded him for thinking he was above the rules. 

“You’re adorable when you’re mad, doll face.” He’d say as you were laying into him for smoking on campus. 

He pissed you off like no one else in this world- and reveled in your reactions since you refused to melt under his touch. He couldn’t let that hurt his precious pride though, so he takes joy in being a brat. There were times you pissed him off just as much, because he was so used to getting anything (and anyone) he wanted. You were the epitome of a good girl, not a spot on your reputation. Johnny was determined to add you as the final notch on his bedpost- little did he know you were hiding a secret of your own.

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Moonlight

♤Idol; Johnny Suh ♤Genre; Mafia!Johnny, Angst ♤Warnings;  detailed assault, blood, knives  ♤Synopsis; Isn't the moon just beautiful tonight?

♤Word Count 1.7k+

♤A/n; very glad to be able to rewrite this, I was so proud of it back when I first posted it but I like this edited version wayyyy better. hope you guys enjoy

Part 2 here

Night time is gorgeous. Personally, you loved night time. Walking underneath the stars on a cloudy night, the moon lights up your pathway. Even as a chilly breeze washes over you, you can’t help but be grateful that you could experience night time in this way. The peacefulness of the night always helped clear your thoughts, giving you a few free moments to just allow them to run.

A few cars drove past you, disappearing into the darkness as they went further down the road. Some clouds get blown in front of the moon, bathing the road in darkness before blowing away. Allowing the moonlight to shine once more.

You quickly continued down the street, trying to get home at a decent time. Grease covered your uniform, and the soda that had accidentally spilled on your shoes was soaking into the fabric, causing your steps to have a sickly sound to them. Despite how god awful your work day the night always made up for it, even the rowdiest of customers couldn’t ruin your daily walk home.

Looking down at your phone you saw that it was 11:17 pm. By the time you got home, took a shower, and changed into fresh clothes you could be cuddling in bed by 11:45. You felt a little giddy, knowing that you had a perfect plan to help rewind properly after work.

If only you knew how your night would really end up.

Footsteps started to approach you. You were trained for moments like this, fighting the urge to turn around and see who was behind you. Pulling your phone up you pretended to check your hair, fixing it with one hand while keeping your phone steady in the other. A man was walking behind you, a mask covering his face so that you couldn’t identify him. He kept looking around suspiciously, and his arm was hidden inside of his jacket, and when the wind blew his jacket up the glint of metal shocked you. He was following you, and he had a weapon.

You felt the icy shock running through your veins, sending a shiver down your spine. Heart pounding inside of your chest as you lowered your phone, trying to appear as if you were none the wiser he was behind you.

You were only maybe five minutes from home. And somebody was following you.  Turning your phone on you blindly sent your location to the first contact you saw, not bothering to send anything out of fear the man would catch on. Hopefully, whoever received it realized you were in trouble and came to help. Hopefully.

As you tucked your phone away in your purse you subtly quickened your footsteps, staring up at the sky and laughing nervously to hopefully have the man believe that you didn’t notice him.

He noticed. His footsteps quickened.

You ran.

That was one of the few times that you prayed. Praying that you could get away, praying that you could survive the night. You bargained with every god or goddess that existed, even the ones that you didn’t believe in.

If they let you live you would quit your job, you would never walk home after dark. You would attend church every weekend, and never hold grudges against any of your enemies. As long as they let you live.

You felt as if your lungs were going to exhale, your throat felt raw as you ran down the streets. It seemed as if everybody had disappeared when you needed them most.

You thought that you might get away, that the person chasing you was just going to let you go.

Your hope was misplaced as he grabbed your hair, yanking you back and causing you to fall. The back of your head smacked against the concrete, and your vision seemed to instantly blur. Now you couldn’t even see your attacker anymore. You were now down one sense, and your hope for escape was now dwindling, quickly as he dragged you by your hair, your back getting scraped from the sidewalk.

You kicked your feet, screaming and trying to press your feet into the concrete. Anything that could possibly help you. Praying that someone would hear your cries for help.

Your attacker pulled you up, pressing you against the wall, causing the bricks to dig into your back. Reaching into his jacket he pulled out the knife, a large one with a handle that was wrapped in rope to help him grip it better. He brought it up to my neck, pressing it against your throat. You whimpered while he grabbed your purse, throwing it across the alley way.

This wasn’t a random mugging, he would’ve taken my purse and left. This was a planned attack against me.

You prayed that whatever gods existed would let you live, you could deal with scars and wounds. Just please let you live. Tracing the knife down your neck he applied pressure, shallowly slicing it and watching the blood swell before dripping down to your collar.

“Please. Just let me go.” Warm tears started to run down your face, causing the cuts on your neck to sting as the tears mixed with the blood. He only cruelly laughed,  toying with your collar with his knife, before cutting your shirt jaggedly, pressing the knife against your stomach in random intervals, letting out cackles as you tried to flinch away from the blade.

Leaning in closer to you he brushed over your neck, licking the blood from your wound while pushing the two halves of your shirt away.

“No wonder he keeps you so locked up. I wouldn’t let you go anywhere either if you were mine.” You cringed, trying to turn your face away from him but he only grabbed your chin with your hand, forcing you to turn back to him, laughing again before licking your cheek, pulling away with a pleased smile on his face.

You were too focused on trying to get him to leave you alone; you hadn’t realized that he was still wielding the knife until he sliced your stomach, forcing you to cry out in pain. While you were focused on the pain he attempted to pull your pants down, getting so far as to undo your belt and unbutton your jeans. You kicked him in his leg, before trying to make a run from it, but the pain in your stomach disabled you a bit and he was able to grab ahold of you, pushing you to the ground. You heard a rip as you hit the ground, the leg of your pants ripping and exposing your underwear to your attacker.

“Stupid fucking bitch.” He straddled your chest, making sure to keep your arms pinned as he sliced his knife across your face, warm blood spilling down your cheek, before grabbing your head and slamming it against the concrete.

Pain erupted behind your eyes, and you felt your body go limp as white dots danced across your vision.

There was no use fighting. You weren’t going to escape. He had won.

You were going to die.

Before you passed away, you could hear someone scream your name, and felt the weight on your chest lighten. You smiled, knowing that this was what death felt like. Upon feeling something wet your smile dropped, what could possibly be dripping on you? You were already dead. Sighing you felt consciousness  slip away from you. Peace flooded your body as everything went black.

You prayed that your family would be okay.

Everything ached. When you opened your eyes you were met by blurred vision, and pain when you attempted to move your head. You wiggled your fingers feeling the soft fabric underneath you, when someone made their presence known.

"Don’t move. Doyoung said you shouldn’t move so soon.”  You ignored the pain as you turned your head, only able to see the shape of a person sitting beside you.

"Please go back to sleep. You need all of the sleep that you can get.”

You tried to open your mouth to speak, but were only met by a hand holding your head up, and bringing a glass of cool water to your mouth. The liquid went down your throat smoothly, soothing the dry, crackly feeling that you had before. The hand gently laid your head back down before holding your hand, rubbing their thumb over the back of it.

“I’m sorry.”

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Entangled

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pairing; taeyong x reader

genre/warnings; mafia au, violence, blood, being attacked

word count; 1.4k

[4:34]

the streetlights had blinked on hours ago, but nobody except you walks the streets under them. in the darkness, you can see the moths buzzing around the yellow slivers, the only thing to keep you company as you walk home. it had been a strange night, one that leaves you feeling uneasy and apprehensive, and the stretch of darkness between each light does nothing to alleviate your fear.

somewhere down the street, a trashcan is pushed over and the metallic echo bounces off the brick around you. the sound makes your heartbeat shoot up, blood pulsing painfully in your ears. for a second, you freeze, trying to source the direction of the jarring noise. waves of cold panic flow through you when you realise the alleyway in front of you is the origin. midnight had long since passed, meaning the buses had stopped riding, and the only way to get back to your apartment was to walk past the alley. the alley which had the one broken lamp in front of it, bathed in darkness.

taeyong's words flicker across your mind, your gut feeling is almost never wrong, he says in your memory and you briefly wonder if you should call him. your fingers slip around your phone in your pocket but you know he's probably busy. finishing some business, as he always says. besides, he would probably laugh at your fear anyway; only children are afraid of the dark, he told you once.

after taking a deep breath as an attempt to calm your racing heart, you walk forwards. subconsciously, you slip your housekeys in the gaps of your fingers, closing them to form a fist, just like taeyong had taught you so many months ago.

the first few steps are fine, the gravel under your sneakers the only thing imposing on your eardrums. but as you near the end of the alley, you see movement out of the corner of your eye, silver shining in the sparse fragments of light. terror encases you at the same time a hand wraps around your wrist, jerking harshly and making you stumble into the alley. you pull with your whole body to get away, but your attacker has a much stronger force than you, pulling you behind them easily.

their other hand reaches for your face and you get a glimpse of the man in front of you. dark eyes stare into yours a thin-lipped mouth pulling up at the corners in a sickening smile. the gloom of the alley casts deep shadows on his face and you resist the urge to shut your eyes to avoid the sight. the hand comes into contact with your cheekbone first, snapping down. the adrenaline coursing through you numbs the pain but the sharp twist of your head makes your head spin, vision blurring.

the shock leaves you briefly unable to think, the man's fingers coming to wrap tightly under your jaw. in this position, both his hands on you, the expanse of his chest is exposed and you take you a chance, pulling on every bit of strength in you. the hand clutching your keys shoots out from your pocket, thrusting forwards into his ribcage until you feel the crunch. "bitch!"

a yelp escapes the man, hand falling from your wrist to clutch his side, fingers dripping in blood. you recognise your mistake a second too late, unable to move before his fist flies at your face one again, this time striking your mouth. hard.

metallic blood fills your mouth and you let it run down the sides of your lips so you don't have to swallow it, already moving backwards to try and get away as his hand raises again. with a terrifying moment of realisation, you register the knife he holds above you. he moves too quickly and the stinging in the only thing you feel. the knife slides down your shoulder and across the top your ribs sooner than you can recoil, your shirt dampening instantly. it glitters dangerously in the light, thick red liquid dripping off the edge.

before it reaches you again, you manage to swing your fist forwards again, stabbing the keys into his neck this time. both of his hands fall and you don't pause to see the damage, instead turning on the balls of your feet and sprinting out the alley.

the more distance between you and your attacker, the more the adrenaline wears off, feet aching as they slap over the pavement. you don't think you've ever run faster, and your apartment comes into view as relief floods you.

the dingy staircase is empty and you take the stairs two at a time, tears now pouring furiously down your face. the salt makes the cuts on your face sting but you almost don't feel it, bile rising in your throat as you see the blood on your keys when you slip them into the door.

you throw them some where down the hallway, sliding down the wall as your knees give in, sobs wracking your body. you frantically search your jacket for your phone, the screen distorted from the tears in your eyes. taeyong picks up on the second ring.

"hey, have you finished work?" his cheery voice shoots comfort through you, sweet alleviation through your veins. when you can do nothing but sob harder in response, however, the stony tone takes over. "where are you? what happened?"

"at home," you choke out, only now starting the feel the effects of your injuries.

"i'm leaving now."

when the lock turns again, you shriek, panic flooding you again. your eyes are screwed shut and you barely hear taeyong's words over the pounding in your ears. "y/n, baby, look at me," he orders, hands cupping your cheeks. "c'mon doll, it's just me." tears spill down your cheeks as you finally meet his eyes, collapsing into him.

on instinct, his arms wrap around you, one cradling your head, the other rubbing soothingly down your back. above you, his jar is set, eyes cold as rage encases him. his warm cologne floats up your nose and helps you calm your sobs to soft sniffles, your hands have a vice grip on the leather jacket hanging from his shoulders.

"let's get you cleaned up, okay. can you stand?" the words are soft and non-threatening, the voice he uses when talking to his nephew. he doesn't allow you time to reply before his hands under your arms are pulling you up, stabilising around your waist when you wobble.

in the light of the bathroom, the frown is prominent on his face. you had ignored the way his eyes widened a fraction as he took in your appearance. the blood had dried around your mouth, teeth stained dark, angry red blotches splaying across your cheekbones, small patches of torn skin littering the wounds. he swears when his eyes land on the wetness of your shirt, the black material concealing the colour of your blood.

"i'm gonna cut your shirt off, okay?" taeyong doesn't expect you to reply, but he tells you anyway, grabbing the scissors from the first aid kit beside him. when you're free of the garment, he can look properly at the wound winding down your side. the knife had left a long gash from the top of your shoulder to just under the swell of your breast, even the black lace of your bra had been sliced open. "shit, baby."

your boyfriend warns you before he starts to clean your wounds, leaning down to get better access to your torso and letting you knot your fingers in his hair when the burning starts. the minutes he spends patching you up stretch into what felt like a lifetime and you cry again with relief when he pulls one of his clean shirts over your and your collection of bandages, helping you out of your jeans.

you still haven't said a word as he settles you into your bed, promising to join you shortly before leaving to phone someone. even without hearing the conversation you know he's ordering his men to find your attacker, and where you would usually feel scared, you feel nothing but emptiness. taeyong had warned you when you first met about the dangers of his job, how ruthless it could be, but it had never felt so real before. when he does slip into bed next to you, letting you curl into him, you allow yourself to worry about it in the morning.

for now, you and taeyong can be just that; no ulterior motives, no extra dangers. just two people seeking comfort in each other's arms.

[gothvergilstan]

Mafia!Jaehyun Drabble

Jaehyun breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly. His lip twitched into a quick smirk that disappeared as fast as it appeared.

The young mafia boss couldn’t say he didn’t like doing dirty work. In fact, he reveled in it whenever he got the chance.

Being the boss, he was always supposed to be serious as being serious kept his members, especially the younger ones, in check. But when he did get the chance to get his hands dirty, he took it and god did he love it.

Haechan, one of the newbies, was with him this time around. Jaehyun saw a lot of potential in Haechan so he personally took him under his wing.

“Now Haechan,” he started, turning around to look at the young man. “What do we do to those who don’t give us our money?” Jaehyun asked him, wondering if he’s been paying attention.

“We intimidate them?”

Jaehyun nodded.

“Correct.”

He walked to a table filled with weapons, grabbing a screwdriver. He confidently walked to the moaning body that was tied up to a chair. He stabbed the man’s hand with the screwdriver, the man screaming in pain.

Jaehyun moved the screwdriver, digging it deeper and deeper into the man’s hand until he felt it hit the wooden arm of the chair.

“And what do we do to assholes who constantly evade us from paying our monthly protection fee?”

Haechan gulped, his palms becoming sweaty. He wasn’t terrified but he was indeed nervous.

“We kill them.” Jaehyun looked up at Haechan, a crazed look in his eyes and a big smile on his lips

“Precisely.”

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Real thing!Doyoung

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[1:13] Your gaze meets again with the guy on the corner, but unlike what people might get from this context, no, it's not anything romantic, even if this stranger looks so much like a prince. It's actually 'very fucking creepy', as you labelled it minutes ago.

It started around a month ago. You were casually taking a stroll at the park and decided you should just go grocery shopping since you're already outside, and you need to stock up your fridge because it's almost empty. All these damned shelves just had to be so tall — as if someone is even tall enough to reach these — and you couldn't reach the box you're supposed to get. This good looking soul helped you reach it and you would normally voice your gratitude but he was just too good looking you kind of spaced out. Like that, he left, leaving you cursing yourself.

Now, that would've been enough. It's like, the random crush you get when you see good looking people who's name you'll never know, nor will you meet again. Just a random romantic encounter. Easy, right? Actually, no, because just three days after that fateful event, you start seeing him everywhere. At the subway, at the park near your University, at the convenience store where you get your favorite snacks, and now inside the library you've been going to ever since high school.

You close your eyes tightly, composing yourself and standing up. You shouldn't really be this reckless, confronting a potential stalker, but you really just can't take it anymore. Just as you're ready to approach him, you open your eyes only to bump with the strange guy.

"Who hired you?", he calmly says, focibly meeting your gaze as he uncomfortably grips your shoulders, "I'm not playing, little girl. Who are you working for? Do you even know what kind of people you're going against with?"

"What are you saying?", you hit him as you hiss the words quietly, well, you might die right now but you're in a library still, right? "Listen I don't know you but why are you following me?"

"So you we're not stalking me?", he raises a brow and lets you go, you glare at him, annoyed and you nod, "Really? Could I trust you?"

"I was just minding my own bussiness here, and you kept staring at me, so I stared back at you, like I was minding my own bussiness at the subway, the park, the grocery store and the convenience store!", his gaze softens, searching for something in his bag for something you wish, hopefully, isn't a knife or a gun, "Then you just go and ask me, who I'm working for? Listen here, buddy, I would really want to work and be paid as soon as possible but I'm in college and all these school work are keeping me for getting the coins I really need to pay all my student loans and — what do you think will I do with that?"

"It's a flavored milk. You drink it.", he says, reaching out a hand, "I considered the fact that this might be a misunderstanding, so I had a peace offering as a back-up. I'm Hendery, by the way."

"I know, but thanks anyway, Hendery who might possibly be a murder involved with a mafia by the way he speaks.", you shrug, taking the drink, hoping that he won't kill you because of this. You were nice enough to accept his peace offering!

To your pleasure, he doesn't kill you nor bother you for days after that, although he did invite you to get coffee that you can't turn down — free food and possibly a boyfriend ( who is now definitely involved in a mafia, you didn't take it that well the first three weeks but, yeah. ) ? That's a win, right? Yeah, it is.