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This is my first x reader, but hey I write Septiplier, Tythan, and Pewdiecry so why not Markimoo. You find a great crush you've had in a severe condition that cannot be fixed, you see him in the hospital and end up feeling something more than a crush.. and I think he feels the same about you.

THEY REJECTED ME and I BECAME SACRED. If only that night didn't come, maybe my family will love me again, maybe I won't see hate and disgust in my parents' eyes, maybe my brother and I will become inseparable again, maybe my sister won't become a bitch, maybe he and i will be together. SO MANY MAYBE'S Rosemoon pack , I loved it and now I hate it . My family is the beta's family. They loved me until I couldn't shift that night. Everyone left me . He left me, I thought parents loved their child regardless of anything, i thought mates are meant for each other, apparently mine didn't, MY PACK DIDN'T LOVE ME AT ALL. WARNING: Violence and blood is included. If you don't like bloody scene, you can skip the chapters but you might find information in those bloody chapters to understand the story more.

Crys Snow has never fit in. Not in his small southern town of White Chapel, not at school, and sometimes, not even in his own skin. Maybe it's his albinism, his sharp tongue, or the violent thoughts that have haunted him since childhood. Living with his mom and two sisters isn't the worst part-it's the way people look at him, the way they push him, the way they make him want to push back harder. And when a guy at school assaults his kid sister, he finally snaps. Suspension isn't new, but this time, it feels different. The anger won't fade. The loneliness cuts deeper. He just wants to matter-to someone, anyone. He never expected that someone to be a serial killer. Someone who understands his darkness... because they share it. He knows he should run. He knows he should be afraid. Falling for him is a mistake. But maybe--just maybe--for the first time in his miserable life, this is what it feels like... to be wanted. But love shouldn't taste like blood. Should it?

√ 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞.

in a pit of blood he wakes up, a moment ago he got bitten by a tall man in a fine suit. looking at his greenish hands he realizes he was no longer human, ugly scars and bite marks all over his body... how could this happen to a 'normal' guy who just finished his shift at a ordinary 24/7 store.. read at own risk ☆TW: blood, organs, bones, vomiting, (...)

you had teased him as a child. you met him for the first time while walking on the sidewalk with your parents. he took your teasing as a heavy insult. your parents are still alive. you had gone to school with him before he disappeared momentarily. the color of dark red on your hands is all you can remember during the shooting. there he was, in front of you, holding a gun. and now he wants revenge. please note that english is not my first language! 15 DAZAI F. READER

"We pulled to a slow stop at the Castletown Station. The town was fine. All the buildings were in their places, untouched. It was, though, oddly quiet. Peaceful. Empty. The winds blowing in the silent town brought back memories of when I had a family. In a different place. In a different world. At a different time period. I was instantly filled with a bag-full of determination." He may not have known about his past, but his past eventually found him. How will he handle his past? WARNING: Contains graphic violence, one curse-word, and brief mild innuendo.

it's either you hate him and he likes you, or you love him and he hates you, either way, the feeling would always be on sided throughout the multiverse This family... Was breaking, you wanted to hold then together, you needed to, you have to. And you won't notice yourself breaking too...

Not all love, started out with a nice hello. And not all love, ended with a kiss. Some love, started with a grudge; and some love, ended with death. For Y/N, that's how everything is. Being the daughter of murdering legends, isn't always easy. And when over thousands of people are counting on you, that's even harder.

(TWs: gore, abuse, sexual abuse, cursing) Why does he still breathe? Why is he kept alive in this shadowed purgatory where time has no meaning, and screams are swallowed by the walls? His cell is a cage, his life a cruel experiment, and his mind a battlefield. Questions claw at him relentlessly: Who is he? What is he? Why does this torment exist? The walls bleed stories of others-lost souls whose cries still linger, haunting the air. His own voice has grown hoarse from endless screams, his body a canvas of scars, a map of suffering that tells no answers, only pain. Every day is a ritual of degradation, where faceless captors toy with his humanity, stripping him of it piece by agonizing piece. The only constant is the endless cycle of questions. Why him? Why the torture? What is their purpose? He clings to the faintest memories of a time before-fleeting images of warmth, love, a face he cannot quite recall. But even those are slipping away, devoured by the void growing inside him. In this relentless, suffocating darkness, where hope is a distant memory, only one question remains: When will the game end, and what will be left of him when it does?