#UGHHH it just makes me want to punch shit like why are you telling me two contradictory things then refusing to explain

[krispiecake]

group has put me in a foul mood now im so pissed off at everything i had to stop myself yelling at like 3 people while just trying to buy my meal deal

[borathae]

chapter 15

Can’t you like it for me?” he says with big puppy eyes.

You look away.

“You’re being emotionally manipulative here.” shut up girl im loving u too much i cant

“You are playing with fire here, Bunny. Try not to burn yourself”, you grumble.

He chuckles and pecks your cheek.

“I like the burn”, he rasps against the shell of your ear, turning to the front afterwards.

SHUT UP IM CANT TAKE IT. try not to lose your shit challenge- mission failed successfully

He treated you so goddamn fucking well that sometimes you still felt the urge to punch him in the face and run away jk in the corner, i'll take that as a compliment

Lately the latter have become more and more. YAY

“Hey kiddo. How are you doing?” he says in a surprisingly deep voice for such a small frame. me with felix and taehyung

“for half a million bucks I expect to have the painter constantly working on it in a metal cage in the middle of my living room or something.” - ........ - a few bystanders had heard you and were now looking at you with weird eyes. SHUT UP THATS SOO ME except my voice would be low and nobody would hear but could be loud too cuz universe makes it louder at times when u dont want anyone to hear shit

although he was stressed and exhausted he never once smelled of alcohol. AHHHH IM SO PROUD OF HIM *gives a big ass hug and a smooch

WHY DOES NERO'S SHOULDERS LOOK FAMILIAR TO HER AND WHY DOES SHE LOOK FAMILIAR TO HIM AHHH STOP I HATE IT THIS CHAPTER IS A ROLLERCOASTER

again a fluffy moment after the tense thank you, her threatening to buy green and purple pillows PLZ that sounds like me trying to threaten my parents by telling them im gonna marry a cat crazy dude

“I’m not asking for it. I am very much anti punishment uwu i love this stupid noodle

He swallows heavily, “a-are we going to make out now?” he asks, grasping for your hips. he is such a cute and horny noodle pls and no u are about to cringe for the rest of your office time

FUCK GET YOURSELF A MAN WHO CAN FIGHT FOR YOU IMMEDIATELY

“don’t say that what the hell my cock twitched.”

“I am not going to apologize because I am way too turned on to care.”

He looks from side to side with the tip of his nose rosy.

“What’s with the sudden horniness oh my god?”

“It’s just that I never really saw you work before and it’s kinda doing things to me.” SAME HERE IM FEELING IM WATCHING SOME HOT CEO FROM KDRAMA BUT EVEN BETTER AAAAH

It makes his ass cheeks tense up and forces a quiet whimper from between his lips. SHUT UP SHUT UP HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO MOVE ON FROM THIS MOVE ON WITH MY DAILY LIFE????? VANESSA HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE LAUGH LOVE IN THESE SITAUTIONS ??

I REPEAT HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE LAUGH LOVE IN THESE SITUATIONS??? JIWOO SOUNDS SIERIOUS OH SHIT NOW SHE KNOWS AAAH

WHY IS SHE CONNECTING THE DOTS SOMETIMES CHARACTERS SHOULD BE DUMB PLEASEEEE also why is there a group of people surrounding kook??? 👀

the whole thing was soo tense i sweated through my shirt now im a stinky kid -_- BUT WE LOVED IT the emotions was captured soo well and he was supportive yet very unsupportive if your brain's going haywire with an anxiety/panic attack

Twirling him threw him straight into subspace. *insert meme i hope i dont fall, her: twirls him kook : oh no mommy

the mom is sweet AND I CANT STAND THE DAD UGHHH

i prayed for her to not go to the mirror AND SHE DID NOO its really the worst thing to do during a panic attack :(

that was soo scary even i felt the uncontrollable demons while reading and thanks it ended on a good note and it was cute.

anyways i wish her a great day next morning(tho the story has ended) cuz them muscles be hurting like a bitch oof

Me reading through all your reactions:

hahahahha I love how you went on an emotional rollercoaster with this chapter jfdjsf also you quoting so many parts is my weakness hehehe thank you so much for doing that

BROORORORO THE TWIRLING PART WAS THE ONE OF THE FIRST TIMES I WENT "oh fuck i have a mommy kink" LIKE IDK IF YOU GUYS KNOW BUT AAOL WAS MY MOMMY KINK AWAKENING FADSFAHH

[professormingisglasses]

QUESTIONS...

FFwriter X idolseonghwa (kinda)

TW: talks of anxiety and mental illnesses, starts of like smutty(?)… but trust it's not like that. (let me know if I miss anything)

A/N: This is me getting used to writing for Hwa, I hope it isn’t too cringey but this concept came to me while daydreaming haha. Also I feel like it would funny if this ever happened to an atiny IRL. Anyways enjoy, and for the most part I think it’s gn! but once again let me know and give feedback :)

XO your fave shinestar ;)

(I’m Ot8 for the most part, I CANNOT CHOOSE and I don’t want to hehe. You’ll see further down what I mean)

He pried me away from the crowd and sat me down one of the velvety couches in the hallway. “Why did you bring me here?” I ask Seonghwa hazed and dizzy from the dance floor. “I called three times and you didn’t answer, do you have any clue how worried I was,” he gritted out while roughly brushing his hands through his obsidian locks. Finally coming to my senses, “But why, after all the things I said about yo-” he cuts me off, crashing his plump lips into mine and he carefully press my back into the velvet. I groan against his lips as he grabs a fist of my hair to allow access to my neck. “Tell me if you want to stop sweetheart,” he mutters in between the nibbles and nips at my neck. I’m so heady all I can offer him is whiney hum, I never want him to shit.

“Why did I write that,” I aggressively erase my mistake while frantically peaking at the time on the top of my computer, 3:25 AM. My readers will just have to wait for the next part, I tell myself as I quickly finish up the loose ends to make a cliffhanger. “Sorry for the ending guys,” I sound out while typing my authors note, “Please be patient and ready for a part two, XO your fav shinestar ;).” I press post, setting my laptop on my haphazardly organised desk and crawl into bed. Catching a glimpse of my alarm clock; 3:36 AM. Groaning into my pillow*,* I punch my clock giving myself three hours of sleep before I have to run down to the station for work. I dream about meeting Seonghwa and riding away into the sunset with him on a horse, Picture perfect, I smile to myself.

The clock has been going off for the past ten minutes, I grab the stupid thing and ram the off button. WHY DID I DECIDE TO PICK THIS JOB OUT OF ALL THE OTHER OFFERS I GOT UGHHH. I drag myself out my bed and head to the bathroom to look half decent while taking interviews with out-touch-with-reality celebrities. My current job at a gossip magazine was to make ends meet, heavens know I despise this job and all I want to do is work with artists. My true passion was to become a music journalist, diving deeper with the artists on their albums and understanding who they are behind the mic was all I want to do but alas I have to survive. Plus this is closest I can get to meeting some of my role models, for now that is.

“Eventually we will get there, but first let’s get through today,” I slap my face in my car mirror to psyche myself up before entering the office. Even before I can properly enter the office lobby, I spot a rougue human hurtling towards me. “Girl- woahhh,” my office bestie nearly crashes into me, so I her shoulders and face towards me. “YOU HAVE TO GET TO THE MAKE-UP DEPARTMENT NOWWW,” she pushes me hastily along the office floor and I try my best not to fall flat on my face and acknowledge my coworkers. “First of all, WHY?!” I question as soon as we stop. “Second of all, why the fuck are our co-workers looking at me like I stole their paychecks ?” her face goes ghost-white. “Hello, are you ok?” What is up with this girl…

That’s when I hear him chuckle,

my heart dropped

I send an SOS and he’s-behind-me-isn’t-he? sharply to my friend, and in return receiving an encouraging yeah-hahahhahaha-but-you-got-this. I carefully turn myself to face Seonghwa, “Excuse me, are you who is supposed to interview me today? Sorry for any last minute trouble,” I feel the Earth shift beneath me and feel a shock that could send me into my grave along with my ancestors. “Yup yup,” my friend covers up for my shaken state. “Just give us a few moments to prep,” she leads me away. “HWAT !?” our make-up team promptly gets to work after not-so-gently placing my into a chair. “You got this, alright,” my friend shoves the interview questions I’ve worked on in my free-time, turning over in my head, thinking of that What if I ever got to meet him. I look over the questions, the words and letter slide around the page and my heart begins to pound with a strong presence. But they aren’t perfect, I am not ready. My thoughts are left as scattered as my questions.

I sit opposite Seonghwa, lit by the studio lights looking like the angel he is and fitted into a simple sweater and grey trousers that fit the homelness of the set. I cannot bring myself to look up at him as the make-up touch up his face and he glances towards me, my hands grip my clipboard with ferocity. “We can start whenever you are ready,” the director shouts out. “Ok, thank you,” Seonghwa replies politely. “Like he said whever you are ready,” I feel a gentle touch on my finger tips. I meet his face as he pulls back, he’s contorted with concern, but with a firmness that is comforting. I can’t help to think to myself of the times where his lives and content helped with my anxiety, and more importantly helped me to feel like I deserve to exist.

Thank you Seonghwa, let me prove to you and myself it was worth it.

With a deep breathe I signal to the staff that I am ready, “So you will be releasing a solo album soon..”

The interview had gone by somewhat smoothly, but minimal stuttering and edits which is a win for me. “Thank you for your time, anyways that’s all from me, your fav shinestar,” I finish cheekily.

I head to the roof after grabbing a muffin to munch on and clear my thoughts. I hear a door open but muffled as I stare into the baby blue scenery the sky displays. The knots that wind up during an anxiety attack slowly unfurl as I create shapes out of the fluffy clouds. “Good job by the way, you did amazing,” Seonghwa begins gently. I swiftly face him watching as the wind picks up his dark hair that the stylists, graciously, had left loose and soft. His eyes meet mine when the wind settles down after dancing around him in joy, leaving him with his signature smile. Absolutely mesmerised, I’ve forgotten to reply back, “Sorry, thank you” I shake myself awake. “Don’t be,” he tilts his head as though offended by my apology. “Also,” he jumps up, “your fics are just as good too. I love the way you portray me in each character, makes me feel like a shapeshifter,” he chuckles. I chock on my muffin,

HE’S READ MY FICS ?!

“Thank you ?” I force out settling myself. After he assures I’m ok, he continues his attack on my wellbeing. “I thought they would be more you know…” he fades off with smirk, I chock once more on my poor muffin, “I know what Atiny like…” he turns away. “HAHAHAHAhAHAHHA, yeah” I laugh obnoxiously. Sensing my obviously convincing casualness, “thank you again.” He shifts the conversation to something I don’t pick up right away because all I can think about what he was saying.

THANK THE HEAVENS THAT MY SMUT IS ON A WHOLE OTHER ACOUNT

Sending my thanks to anyone looking out for me, I tune into the conversation with Seonghwa, today was perfect and sweet like him. What more could I ask for, right?

This is what I sent to my poor best friend in the late hours of the night:

(i’m too tired to continue but basically, last minute she finds out she’s interviewing Seonghwa as he’s releasing his own album soon and after some nearly embarrassing moments, he realises that is the author of some of his most favourite ff of himself, and confesses this to her. She gets flustered but appreciates his words, he jokes about how he thought that the fics would be more raunchy since he knows what atiny like, and she brushes it off casually by laughing but thanks all the forces of the universe that her smut is on another more hidden account.)

(Sorry and love you lots !!!!)

[monamipencil]

op, you genius.

when i tell you this story had a chokehold on me??? this was way too fucking good. the plot, their chemistry, their fucking characters, the ending, THE PLOT TWISTS. everything was so damn good and well crafted?

morally grey characters and unreliable narrators will always have my heart.

the fucking plot. this was perfect from the start to finish. this had me on the edge of my seat at all times. i didn't even suspect the possibility of this ending. you didn't just make her fool the characters but me too??? that's talent. my jaw dropped multiple times while reading this. man, this was such a good read. i got another story to gush about to my friends.

mingyu. i always had an eye out for him. it was so easy to pin it all on him, yk? and i did not fucking see him using her. the chemistry just seemed so genuine that i didnt even suspect. he's so witty and intelligent. i rly loved his char. and he's hot?? ughh. i folded when i read he was wearing a red suit. but shit, he worked so well as a red herring.

oc. man, oc was a wild ride. istg, i felt so much sympathy for her and actually understood her. but i never guessed she would've kill him. what a twist. she was such an enigma too. i love cut throat female leads. her sarcasm, and her no-filter, no bs personality >>> loved her with everything. and i said, i support women's and i support women's wrongs too. like, kill him girl!!

the pairing. hater girl x lover boy (who has a murderous streak.) ngl, the hate game was so hot too. their bickering and undeniable chemistry was hot. and when they started understanding and accepting each other ?? ughh. the fluff was so good. dont even get me started on the smut, dammit. even when it came down to him (initially) trying to pin everything down on her, i just wanted them to talk shit out (she's way too nice and patient, i personally would've poisoned him 🥰) but she was the murderer all along?!?!? yes, i've lost it. and when it just took one glance for them to pounce on the investigator??? ugh the last line was the nail on the coffin. who doesn't love good ol' murderous love stories.

as a crime fanatic and a romanticist, this was everything i've ever wanted. tysm for writing this and sharing this with us!! you're such a genius op, i will look forward to your future writings <3

mingyu laughs when you punch his shoulder, his hand comfortable on your lower back. you don’t swat it away, utterly contradicting your previous words, but you can’t find it in yourself to care that much.

ughhh, the contrast to the last time. they rly grew on each other. i love them so much

you notice a clear difference in his tone, his breathing, his eyes dropping down to your lips — oh, he’s fucking turned on. he knows you want him as badly as he wants you. you both know it.

this scene got me so hot and bothered. their chemistry???

but he does know one thing — he worships the ground you walk on.

asdfghjkl, *squeals and dies*

but you should know by now that all good things come to an end — one way or another.

what? not the foreboding plss. not after that vulnerable scene 😭😭

 i can only think of one person who fits the criteria — his daughter.”

*cues seokmin's betrayed expression from the mafia game*

“it’s not a lie, because i’m in love with you!” he raises his voice in desperation, “i don’t care if you shoot me right here, right now. it won’t change how i feel about you.”

why am i siding for them to get ack together like i wont rip his head off irl?

he could cry the moment you do meet his eyes. it’s like he sees a different version of himself staring back at him. “because you did the right thing. i would’ve done the same. well, except for your little affair with me.”

i've lost it ig. i'm siding with a murderer. but her father was diabolical. and "it’s like he sees a different version of himself staring back at him." 😭😭 nothing more vulnerable than seeing yourself in someone else.

his hand cups your jaw. you can feel his breath on your bare skin, his gaze on your body, shamelessly checking you out before he meets your eyes again. “what we had was real. you make everyone else in my life seem like… nothing.”

lola losing her sanity pt. 3. im just a girl, guys 🎀

“no. because you want me.” fucking hell, he’s pretty sure his sex drive has never been this high before. “so have me, baby. please — i’m all yours.” he rasps, pressing a kiss so chaste to your lips, they barely touch. his hands burn on your skin.

desperate men who'd go to hell and back for you and worship the ground you walk on >>>

“oh, so what?” you shrug, finding the accusation bothersome at best.

WHAT?! IT WAS HER? my jaw is hung open. why tf did i not see that coming. wtf

“what, will you kill me too?” he asks, and when both you and mingyu deadpan a stare at him, he knows the answer.

the plot twists after plot twists?!?! i support women's rights. i also support women's wrongs. kill him girl.

“i guess so.” locking the front door to ensure no one can enter, you cross your arms. “so. are we burning, burying or dumping him in a lake?”

oc is the ultimate girl boss. i love her

after all, love can exist even in the murderous heart.

this is the perfect way to end this story. and ??!?!?! damn, this was a wild ride and i loved it so much.

LIAR, LIAR!

PAIRING — kim mingyu x fem!reader

❝ AND THE DANCE FLOOR IS FILLING UP WITH BLOOD, BUT OH LORD, YOU’VE NEVER BEEN SO IN LOVE! ❞

WORD COUNT — 13.5k

SYNOPSIS — in a dramatic turn of events, a rich businessman is found dead in his lavish estate, and the authorities believe it was no accident. as the detectives dig deeper, they ultimately end up with two key suspects: you, the businessman’s very own daughter, and your sworn enemy, kim mingyu. as the time progresses, tensions rise and secrets spill — and the truth has the power to either bring you closer together or tear you apart.

TAGS — murder mystery, rich rivals to partners in crime to lovers, whole lotta plot, explicit sexual content, somewhat graphic depictions of death, everyone and everything is dysfunctional™, mentions of suicide, unrealistic circumstances, moral compass is nowhere to be found, angst, medium long hair!gyu bc self-indulgence, tsundere-ish reader again guys sorry i love her so bad, mentions of parental neglect, this ended up so long help

♪ verydeadly - wolves (kanye west cover),, low - dancing and blood,, vessel - red sex,, florence + the machine - mermaids,, zayn - bordersz,, mikky ekko - who are you, really?,, q - alone,, danna paola - tenemos que hablar,, blue foundation - eyes on fire (4 ave version),, summer camp - i want you

NOTE — one of my favorite episodes of going seventeen remains bad clue 2020, i loved mingyu’s role in it and i could totally see him portraying darker/morally grey characters and rock tf out of it so. i wrote this solely based on that idea. the music recs above are also really nice to get into the vibe! enjoyyyy :D

[ ONE ] ✧˚ · .⋆ ★ [ TWO ]

viii. I LOVE YOU LIKE A DRUG

november has a harsh cold to it that goes right through the skin of your cheeks. with your long black coat and matching gloves, you walk through the city, heading towards your lawyer’s office.

it’s been a few days since you last saw or talked to mingyu. you’ve been thinking about the kiss constantly, unable to stop it from clouding your mind. it’s hard to believe you hated his guts for years and completely changed your opinion on him within months — he took you by surprise on that. which you’re not sure how you feel about.

it’s as if his handprints were etched into your skin. you can still remember exactly how it felt, where they were. more importantly, perhaps, you know what your mind keeps leading to when the memory runs through your head.

that you want nothing more than for him to put his hands on you again. you want him so much that you have to clench your fists and tell yourself to get it together.

the universe must like to mess with you, as you receive a text from him at that exact moment. stopping in your tracks on the street, you’re just about to read it when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

once you’ve looked up from your phone, you see the devil himself standing there with a meek little smile on his face, which has you scoffing when he greets you. “hi.”

his dark hair is slicked back as he sports a thick winter jacket, jeans and black shoes. god, he’s handsome. why is he so annoying?

instead of responding to his greeting, you just speak your mind. “what’re you doing here?”

“chan mentioned you had an appointment in the neighborhood, so here i am. i wanted to see you.”

“why?”

“what, am i not allowed to visit my partner in crime?”

you purse your lips. “i thought we both agreed on discretion regarding our relationship.”

“and what kind of relationship is that?”

“an understanding.” your response comes out colder than anticipated, but you stick with it. “look, gyu, what we did… we probably shouldn’t do it again.”

he seems surprised. and a little disappointed, which he hides very quickly, but not quick enough.

so he pouts at you, doing his best not to dwell on it. “okay. any particular reason?”

you inhale sharply, trying to give him the best possible excuse you can come up with. “we agreed to keep it professional, didn’t we?”

“we did.” he nods, speaking in a way as if he were focusing on something else. “is that all there is to it? or do you have another reason?”

his gaze is playful, which makes you smile as you look down at your feet for a moment. “i’m sure you can fill the blanks.”

“interesting choice of words.”

“god, you’re such a perv.”

mingyu laughs when you punch his shoulder, his hand comfortable on your lower back. you don’t swat it away, utterly contradicting your previous words, but you can’t find it in yourself to care that much.

two days later, you’re over at his apartment, continuing your research where you left off last week, and you’re not sure if you’re imagining things, but it feels like there is a palpable tension in the air. soft rain taps against the windows while you’re looking at some security footage his friend seungkwan sent over about an hour ago.

with the two of you sitting beside eachother as you’re looking at the screen of your laptop, you find it difficult to focus on the footage, because you feel electrified by his mere presence. it’s ridiculous. he accidentally brushes your knee with your hand, and you feel a rush going through your body. a candle is lit on the table — his tan skin looks beyond beautiful, his brown eyes piercing through yours like never before.

you want him.

you. want. him. and no one else.

it’s driving you nuts, and as if he can read your mind, he begins to talk about it.

“i haven’t been able to stop thinking about our kiss.”

while the footage keeps playing in the background, you bite your lip, sucking in a breath. “gyu.” you say his name in a near scolding manner.

“do you like me?” he suddenly turns his head to face you, which feels borderline intrusive. like he’s able to see everything that’s going on in your head and heart.

it steals your breath, making your voice sound somewhat strained as a result, and you can’t even bring yourself to lie about it any longer. “i might.”

“i like you. a lot.” he says, and when you think he’s getting closer to you, you stand up from your seat, doing whatever you need to do to get it back together. you don’t want him to know how you really feel, so you clench your fists in your place, your back facing him.

“what does it matter? we’re nothing more than partners. that’s all there is to it.”

as you shake your head to yourself, he gets up as well, moving to stand behind you. “is that why you kissed me?”

“it was just the heat of the moment.”

“you’re a good liar — but not that good.” mingyu shamelessly eyes your body up and down, and when you look over your shoulder, he meets your gaze with something that appears to resemble pride, in a way.

arrogance, perhaps.

for whatever reason, that ticks something off in you. “you want me to be honest? fine. i don’t want to like you, mingyu. i didn’t want to enjoy that kiss. i’ve spent years hating you to the bone, and changing that opinion on you feels like betraying myself.”

he blinks at your sudden and blunt confession, but it’s honest and clear to him.

then he nods in understanding.

“just… hypothetically, if i said i wanted to kiss you again, what would you do?”

you notice a clear difference in his tone, his breathing, his eyes dropping down to your lips — oh, he’s fucking turned on. he knows you want him as badly as he wants you. you both know it.

“i’d tell you it was a one-time thing.”

he gets closer to you, eyelids hanging low and the hint of that damn smirk tugging at his mouth. “how about one more? for good measure. just to get our rocks off.”

the proposition is almost laughable, yet you selfishly find yourself agreeing. “just once?”

“just once.” the palm of his hand cups your jaw, and you know you’re done for when you lean in first, causing him to smile triumphantly right before his lips lock with yours.

this is what you’ve both been yearning for the past week. now that you have it, it feels like drugs, almost — addicting.

you kiss him with vigor, and his tongue slips into your mouth, leaving you aching for more. it’s when his hand pulls you closer by your waist that you force yourself to back away from him, both you and him gasping for air.

“gyu, we were supposed to—”

“keep things professional, i know,” he breathes out, his forehead resting against yours as if he has to make the biggest decision of his life, “but i don’t want to anymore.”

his hands are still on your waist, trailing down to the flesh of your upper legs, and he squeezes it, feeling sick at the idea of someone touching you there that’s not him.

“need you so bad. please — let me touch you.”

looking at his desperate form for a moment, you internally decide to go for whatever your body wants — and that’s to have him tonight.

so you roll your eyes, pulling him to you by his black t-shirt, your hands on the back of his neck before he can comprehend it. he hoists you up by the back of your thighs, taking you to his spacious bedroom.

your back touches the soft bed within seconds. his hands continue to glide up and down your body, and he subtly puts his one hand underneath the hem of your shirt, fingers touching your warm skin, and you almost forget to breathe.

mingyu feels your fingers pulling at the waistband of his jeans, and he relishes in how eager you are. he kisses your neck and moves lower painfully slowly, causing you to writhe underneath him, because you need him now.

it’s certainly a first for you to have such a need and desperation to fuck someone. and for him, of all people. if you had known about this in the morning, you wouldn’t have believed it.

but then again, the tension has been brewing between you two for years, reaching its highest point over the last couple weeks.

maybe he was onto something when he suggested for you to fuck him back in the strip club.

his lips are touching your bare stomach, and you show a hint of dominance by undoing the buttons of your pants and shoving down your panties, putting your hand on his head to guide it between your legs.

and he just lets you.

he takes your pants and underwear from your ankles and discards the pieces on the floor, hands on the back of your thighs once more as he pushes them to lean over his shoulders.

the first few seconds are spent basking in his excitement. his heart races when he looks you in the eye, and he grins to himself before diving in.

for some reason, he feels this primal urge to prove himself to you, to make you feel good like no one ever has before.

whatever the hell it is that made him have such a massive change of heart, he doesn’t know.

but he does know one thing — he worships the ground you walk on.

so to hear you gasp and whine for him when he eats you out only spurs him on to keep going, to make it dirtier and messier and keep having you moan his name.

mingyu encourages you to pull on his hair, and with each strand being pulled, he grows harder in his pants. he moans at the pain, humming against your pussy while his tongue is buried inside you.

you’re grinding against his face and he hums again, loving the feeling. “rub it in my face, baby, ‘s so good—” he babbles as his cock is rock-hard and throbbing against the fabric of his jeans, and he rubs his hard-on against the matress to get any kind of friction.

over the course of the years, even while hating him, you wondered if he was good in bed.

you didn’t think your question was going to be answered by first-hand experience.

he’s not only sickeningly good at providing pleasure — he seems to get off on it, too. your fingers clamp on his long strands of hair, thighs around his head, almost suffocating him, and even when you hit your first climax, he just keeps going. his tongue moves as if you’re not completely crumbling before him.

with a sudden sensitivity hitting you, you have to pull his face from your pussy, and he looks at you with lust-blown eyes and your wetness smeared over his lips and chin.

yeah, you fucking like him. jesus.

the little fang-shaped teeth he has show themselves when he grins at the mess he’s made of you. “want me to go again?”

“would you?”

“i’d keep going for hours if that’s what you want.”

pressing your lips together, you inhale deeply, ‘cause he looks like he means it, too. “well, as great as that sounds, i want you in me. now.”

he would’ve had a damn field trip eating you out again, but he certainly won’t complain, because he’s about to bust in his pants from just looking at you. his eyes return to your figure when you take your shirt off, dick twitching when you unclasp your lacy bra and show your completely bare body to him.

“are you just gonna keep staring?” you ask teasingly, and he needs a few seconds to get his brain running again, chuckling at your words before he removes his own clothes, pushing you back to lay you down.

“can’t help that i like what i see.”

you’re about to give him a witty retort in return when you feel the tip of his cock at the entrance of your hole, pushing forward just the slightest bit, and your lashes flutter at the sensation. he bites his lower lip at the feeling, a sudden intensity hitting the both of you.

then he pushes himself inside, inch by inch, achingly slowly. your brows scrunch together and you throw your head back, manicured nails digging into his bedsheets.

“hah—gyu—” you mumble, tension setting into your shoulderblades as he stretches you open, and you’re so tight that he feels just as suffocated as you do.

“fuck, you’re fucking tight.” he huffs out, utterly savoring your wetness wrapping around him. “can i keep going?”

at hearing the question, a breathy laugh escapes you. “how fucking big are you to have to ask that?”

“well, ‘m only halfway in right now, baby.”

fucking hell. the look on your face is borderline horrified, because jesus, you’re gonna need to adjust to him.

he lowers his chest to hover above yours, and your hands immediately move to his back, nails aching to dig into his skin. he’s only focused on your face now, and he pushes himself in all the way, watching your face contort in pain and pleasure.

your body stiffens for a second before it relaxes, and he has to hold down the urge to start moving. “that’s it. took me all the way in,” he mutters, and you nod to yourself, accidentally clamping down on him, at which he groans.

the first movements are small, slow — gentle. you release long, dragged-out moans that are the single hottest thing he’s ever heard. but he needs more, needs to get rid of the little voice in his head to fuck you hard and stupid.

he pulls out almost entirely before slamming back in, and the erotic whine you let out is just too good to his ears.

so he does it again, again, again. he fucks you to the point a different part of him takes over, ruthlessly seeking the pleasure and pain that gets him off like nothing else. he likes it fast, hard, and deep, and by the looks of it, you do too.

you’re clinging onto him with every thrust, every kiss, every moan, and he loves it.

mingyu moans, eyebrows knitted together as he’s hypnotized by the feeling of himself sheathed all the way inside you. “take it — take my fucking cock.”

“mhm. a little harder — please?” you beg, and if he wasn’t in love with you yet, he certainly is now. how on earth do you look as gorgeous as you do whilst half fucked-out, still needing more?

naturally, he gives in to you, doing whatever you ask of him. he fucks you harder, his grip on your waist tightening with each thrust.

you come to one conclusion — you don’t think anyone’s ever fucked you this good.

his mouth latches onto your tits, sucking at your nipples, and you bring his head up to kiss him again. it’s sloppy, and his movements begin to slow a little, your wetness dripping down his cock. “god, you’re fucking perfect.”

“want more, gyu. i want you to cum in me.”

“you—” he stutters out, “you want it?”

nodding at him, you even push yourself against him, his cock sinking just a little deeper into you.

so he fucks you as hard as he can until he feels himself hitting that blissful climax, continuing to roll his hips and stuff you as full of him as possible. then he sits up with a thin layer of cold sweat on his back, and he pulls himself out as slowly as he entered you, watching drops of cum seep out of your hole.

“so much for professional.” you breathe out, after which you both chuckle, and he leans in to kiss you again, and you get on top of him, taking charge, and he shivers in anticipation.

the night becomes an increasing blur with every kiss, every touch, every thrust — it’s hard to say what time it is or how many times you’ve gone at it when you finally let yourself sink into a deep sleep.

when you wake up beside him in the morning, you watch his sleeping form, your heart flutters.

it’s bizarre how he’s made you feel a kind of love you didn’t even know existed before. a feeling of great complexity and intensity that’s settled deep into your gut whenever he’s near.

as if he’s become a part of you that you can’t let go.

checking your phone, you know it’s time to get up, since you’ve got an important agenda today. yet when you try to silently slip away from his bed, you feel a warm hand on yours.

“don’t go.” he pleads, his voice lower and raspier than usual from sleeping. there’s a certain desperation in his now open eyes, and it affects you.

“i have to. appointments i can’t cancel, you know what that’s like—”

but he’s not talking about your day.

“i’m afraid of people leaving me,” he suddenly admits with a shaky tone, “and i like what we have. i like you. i guess i’m scared that… this was just a one-time thing, ‘cause it wasn’t for me. i don’t want to go back to what we were before all of this.”

processing his words, you nod, touching his cheek, reassuring him. “it wasn’t a one-time thing for me, either. you have me, i promise.”

“okay.” he gently smiles at you, his fingers caressing yours, and you lean in to press a kiss onto his lips, which he immediately reciprocates.

you give him a quick goodbye after putting your clothes on, and he’s left smiling to himself in bed while you walk out of his apartment with the same expression.

but you should know by now that all good things come to an end — one way or another.

ix. WHO ARE YOU, REALLY?

the two weeks since your first time sleeping together have been nothing but excitingly ignorant bliss. in between his meetings and family commitments and your meetings regarding your father’s business relations, you’ve been meeting eachother in the middle at every opportunity, the investigation of your father’s death fading into the background bit by bit, getting lowered on your list of priorities.

none of your friends are aware of your relationship – since it’s a secret, and neither of you have really labelled it yet – as far as you know, anyway.

being with him is comfortable to you, and surprisingly enough, he’s the first person who’s made you feel like you could breathe properly after the chaos that your father’s death caused.

“do you really have to go out at this hour?”

“yeah, unfortunately.” he presses a kiss to your lips before pulling his shirt on while you’re still naked on his bed. “i’ll be back as soon as i can, but you don’t have to wait for me, okay? it’s probably gonna take a while.”

with a sigh, you nod, pouting a little. “okay. i’ll probably go take a shower and head home after.”

he kisses the top of your head this time, and it all feels awfully domestic.

but it’s a good feeling.

mingyu takes in the sight of your bare face and body covered in nothing but his sheets, and he feels like things were meant to be like this. like you two were always indirectly tied together, and now this is your reality.

“you’re allowed to stay as long as you want. i’ll call you later, baby, yeah?” he hums against your lips, and you nod, wanting nothing more than to pull his shirt off and drag him back into bed with you.

“mhm. you should go, or you’ll be late.”

he chuckles, his mouth grazing the top of your hand before he exits the room, slinging his bag over his shoulder and leaving you alone in his apartment.

after taking a short nap, you decide to get up and take a quick shower.

this might be the first time you’re completely on your own in his place — so you feel like checking out what he’s got lying around here.

it’s not because you don’t trust him, truly. you just like to snoop around a little, out of curiosity.

you peek into his drawers, his closet, his personal things, except for what he’s got kept under lock and key.

what intrigues you are the clear scratches on the floor by the cupboard. everything in his apartment is perfectly clean and clearly well taken care of, so this makes you raise a brow.

you figure the scratches were made by moving the cupboard to the side, so you do the same thing, trying to see if there’s a particular reason for it.

it’s hard to contain a scoff once you lay your eyes on what is apparently hiding behind it.

a safe hidden behind a cupboard. seriously? did he take inspiration from your father’s office or something? this is starting to get a bit weird.

the safe seems to require a code with six digits to be unlocked, and since the system and mechanics seem on the older side, you doubt it would send off any signals if someone tried out a wrong code.

biting your lip, you give in to your curiosity, and try out a few codes.

a popular choice for codes are always birthdays, often loved ones, and since mingyu is a complete softie in that regard, you figure it might be worth trying out.

you remember his father’s birthday from the tombstone at the graveyard where your father was buried as well. his mother celebrated her birthday last week, so that’s easy.

unfortunately, neither of the codes work.

fuck, what was his sister’s birthday again? you don’t remember. then an idea pops up in your head – she probably made a birthday post on social media at some point. you search the username and scan her profile, and within a minute, you’ve found it.

with your phone in hand, eyes going from the screen to the rotating dials, you enter the code, and the sound of a clicking lock causes your heartbeat to quicken.

it worked.

throwing your phone onto the bed, you open the safe, several items catching your eye.

there’s quite some things in there considering it’s such a small space. some stacks of money, a few vials with clear liquids in them, a gun, a passport with his photo but a different name – what the fuck is this? his backup plan to start a new life in case he needs it? that’s close to paranoid, especially for a guy who seemingly has no enemies.

behind the piles of dollar bills, you find a few old-fashioned cassette recorders stacked up, each of them numbered from one to ten.

as your curiosity gets the better of you once more, you take the recorders out of the safe and put them on the floor, where you sit down to listen to whatever’s on them.

you click the button at the back of the device, noise beginning to crack through the small speaker.

“i know recording myself confessing to something as grave as this could be my downfall, but… it’s something i need to get off my chest. i need to.” your hear him inhale sharply. “i’m setting a plan in motion that will lead to someone’s death. it’s not something i’m proud of, but he’s threatening my family. i don’t know what else to do.”

your eyes widen as you listen to the rest of the tape. he’s talking about killing your father, using a poison to take him out. once it’s finished, you look for the second tape with shaky fingers.

“getting it done shouldn’t be hard. the real issue is having an alibi, and if necessary, i need someone to put the blame on. the death of someone as important as him will draw attention, so should they assume he didn’t die of natural causes, they’re gonna want to convict someone. i can only think of one person who fits the criteria — his daughter.”

it’s like the confirmation you’ve been waiting for. this is what he’s been hiding all this time. of course he didn’t want to help you without an ulterior motive.

your heart breaks the moment he says it. just how much of a fool have you been?

“we’ve always hated eachother. looking back, i’m not sure how it started, but it did. she’s the only one who could have a solid motive. i don’t want to frame her, or anyone for that matter, but if the police decide it’s not an accident, i’ll have no other choice. maybe her lawyer can find a way around it.”

tape three.

“the plan is to pretend i have a lead on the killer when i’m actually planting fake evidence to make her seem like the culprit. i talked to her in the graveyard today, but she completely lashed out at me. it’s hard to tell who she hates more — me, her father, or herself. though i didn't know her hatred for me ran this deep, nor that she was this lonely. i kind of feel for her.”

tape four.

“she just agreed to be my date to the gala next week, though she's certainly not thrilled about it. understandably so, i guess. she's quite intimidating when she’s mad. maybe i should take notes, seeing how she always stands so firmly on business.”

tape five.

“i didn’t think she’d go as far as to go through my room. she’s more determined than i gave her credit for. god, i could barely keep it together when she said whoever killed her father did her a favor. it’s maybe the only good thing about this whole mess. i wanted to scream, tell her that it was me who did her that favor.”

tape six.

“leave it to her to interrupt a stripper’s lap dance and take me with her instead. the man taking money out of her father’s account was hired by me — i needed to subtly prove to her that it couldn’t have been me, ‘cause i was at the other side of the city when it happened. i was curious to see if she’d take the bait, and she did. she mentioned something about wanting someone who would let her be… uninhibited. it scared and surprised me; mostly because i want the exact same.”

tape seven.

“we broke into her father’s office together. it was… thrilling. exciting. she keeps surprising me with how daring she is. somewhere underneath that hard surface hides someone who’s aching for adventure, i think. maybe we’re more similar than i thought. and she’s so clever, i just—i like her. like, platonically, of course. we work well together. i should probably be more careful, try not to get too close. who knows what that might lead to.”

tape eight.

“i kissed her. i fucking kissed her. well, she kissed me first, but… i kept it going. not just a little peck, no, a full-on makeout session. it was… the type of kiss they talk about in the romance novels. i’ve never felt that big of a need to kiss someone before. and she’s so gorgeous, too. i wonder if she’s thinking about it as much as i am right now.”

tape nine.

“wonwoo says i have feelings for her, in a way. i… i feel like there’s no going back if i acknowledge it. but there's something about her, it's like... i'm not sure. like she and i are on the same wavelength. we’re so different yet so similar.”

tape ten.

“the police are tightening their grip. they wanna name the culprit, and fast. i’ve thought of turning myself in, but i’ll ruin the family name if i do that. my mom and sister will be cast out if that happens. and then there’s… her. god, she’s become so special to me. i can’t go through with it — i can’t. the idea of losing her makes me feel suffocated. fuck, i don’t know what to do.”

and just like that, you close your eyes for a moment.

everything falls into place.

putting the final tape to the side, your cheeks are wet from the tears that have been silently rolling down your cheeks ever since you hit the first play button.

he doesn’t really like you — of course he doesn’t. he’s just using you for his own gain, to cover up his crime.

it’s then that the heavy sobs come out. you utterly fall apart, feeling weak and manipulated and alone.

terrifyingly alone, more than ever before.

but you force yourself to stop crying by telling yourself that you won’t allow him to use you anymore. you need to be steps ahead of him now that he’s not aware of you knowing this information, so you wipe your tears away and play all the tapes again, but this time with your phone making recordings of each one of them.

overcome by your emotions, you feel ready to throw up.

whatever you’re about to do, it’ll probably come back to bite you in the ass later, but you don’t care. not anymore. everything’s already gone to hell anyways.

when mingyu arrives at his apartment a few hours later, it’s empty. he frowns when noticing that your clothes and things you had lying around are all gone, but shrugs it off, believing you probably had a good reason for taking them back home.

but when he calls you the next day, you don’t pick up. you don’t answer any of his texts. your staff by the gate tells him that no visitors are allowed into the driveway, meaning he can’t even get to your front door anymore.

something’s happened. he just doesn’t know what.

long after he’s had his dinner, the rain comes pouring down from the dark clouds in the sky, thunder rumbling in the distance as you make your way to the front door of mingyu’s apartment.

he instantly notices something is very wrong once he lays eyes on you. you look like you’ve just gone through hell and back.

you let yourself in before he can say anything, so he closes the door behind you, confusion painted across his face. “i’ve been calling you — what’s going on? did something happen?”

oh, the question immediately pisses you off even more than you already are. this is about to be fun. “well, you’d know.” you grumble.

“know what?”

“that you killed my fucking father.”

the words strike like lightning. you finding out about the truth certainly wasn’t part of the plan, and since you seem so convinced, he doesn’t have much faith in trying to convince you of his innocence.

when his surprised expression fades, you finally see the truth written all over his face. his jaw is clenched tight, lips pressed together into a thin line, and he suddenly looks very guilty. “how… how did you find out?”

“the tapes. who the fuck records their own confession to murder? were you trying to get me to find out?” you rhetorically ask, eyes blazing fire.

mingyu huffs to himself. he knew he shouldn’t have kept those tapes — fuck.

“look, i—” he swallows, attempting to mend the situation, but you don’t let him speak.

“no. you’re going to tell me exactly what you did and why you did it. you owe me that much.”

he flinches, closing his eyes for a moment, lowering his head, his way of showing he accepts his defeat. “your dad… i always thought he wanted me around because he liked me, but after all those years, that turned out to be a lie. i found out he was blackmailing my mom with evidence of my father’s wrongdoings before his passing — fraud, embezzlement, all of that. we’re talking millions of dollars here. the damage it would’ve done to my family if that ever came out… it’s something i had to prevent. hell, i wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one behind my dad’s car accident. so i did what i thought was necessary.”

you can only scoff. “of course. how noble of you.”

“i’m sorry.” he tells you, but it’s a lie. your father was a despicable man, loved by no one. not really, anyway.

“if you’re going to lie to me, at least do it well.” you scold him, turning away from him for a moment, looking at the rain outside through the large windows of his apartment. “how did you kill him? i wanna hear you say it.”

“can’t we talk about—”

interrupting him, you turn around, the pistol from his safe in your hand, and it’s pointed at him. he anxiously awaits your next move.

“don’t make me ask again. i don’t particularly feel like repeating myself.”

he shudders at the view of the gun pointed at him, but does what you tell him to. “i poisoned him. he had no idea, didn’t suspect me at all. i told him to go home, so he’d die there.”

“where i would be, too. perfect plan, huh?”

“the plan was to make it look like a death from natural causes. the poison would be out of his system by the time the authorities were to perform the autopsy on his body — but then they found him dangling from the ceiling instead. that wasn’t my doing, so i figured the poison got to him to the point he wanted a quicker way out. you were there, with a reasonable motive. i panicked and made a choice.”

inhaling sharply, your eye twitches. “you chose to frame me.”

“i was going to.”

“oh, give me a break. don’t start acting like you care about me, now.”

“except i do. it was different in the beginning — but then i just—i didn’t remember why i hated you. i couldn’t even fathom a possible reason to. i started liking being around you, and you felt it too. i know you did, you said it yourself.” he pleads, getting closer to you, not giving a damn that the barrel of the gun is touching his chest at this point.

a tear escapes your eye, but your anger is still there. “you know what the thing is, mingyu? i don’t even care that you killed him. hell, if you had come to me after our interrogations and confessed that it was you, i would’ve thanked you. what i care about is that you took advantage of me when i was vulnerable, and that you made me feel like i mattered to you when you were all just doing it for your own gain.”

it’s like you’ve ripped his heart out of his chest. he wishes he could make you understand that you’ve made him feel more alive than anyone he’s ever met, that you’ve grown to mean so much to him in a ridiculously short span of time. that he’d go to hell and back to protect you now.

“you matter to me. more than anyone else.”

all you can do is let out a sarcastic fit of laughter; you don’t trust a single word that comes out of his mouth. “i need you to tell me something. did you sleep with me because you actually wanted to or because you felt like you had to in order to manipulate me to get closer to you?”

he seems appalled at what you’re implying. “of course i wanted to. all i ended up wanting was you—”

“don’t you fucking lie to me!” you burst out angrily, at which he flinches, but his frustration brings him to confess his true feelings.

“it’s not a lie, because i’m in love with you!” he raises his voice in desperation, “i don’t care if you shoot me right here, right now. it won’t change how i feel about you.”

your heart shatters even more, because he sounds so genuine, yet it doesn’t make you feel the way it should.

the words should probably bring some kind of twisted comfort, but they feel like a gut punch instead. you grab your chest to stop yourself from hyperventilating. “at least i was right at the beginning. the golden boy is a fucking murderer. you’ve played your part well, i gotta admit.”

he watches you breathily laugh and cry at him, and all he can do is stare back at you with teary eyes and a guilty face.

“please don’t say that.”

“why? does it hurt, hearing the truth?”

“i swear to you—”

you shut him up by pushing him backwards with the pistol against his chest. “you know, when you bothered me after the funeral, when i had my breakdown, i wanted nothing more than to cave in your skull with a rock. looking back, i should’ve just done it. would’ve spared me this whole mess.”

surprisingly enough, you simply put the pistol back in your jacket pocket, but mingyu is just as if not more afraid of you. your gaze is the harshest, coldest, meanest he’s ever seen it. all you do is look at him and he crumbles.

and yet he still wants you. he knows you hate him to the bone, you detest every part of him, and he still. wants. you.

and he intends to show you that, because he’s willing to throw every last shred of pride and dignity he has let out the window if it means you’ll show him you want him even the smallest bit. “i’ll prove it to you. if you ask me to turn myself in, i’ll turn myself in. i’ll do it, for you.”

god, he seems so genuine in it, too.

your breaths are ragged, and you feel like you need to get literally anywhere else, out of the suffocation that is this room with him in it. you barely even noticed he’d taken a hold of your hand until now.

“i can’t do this. just—just let me leave.”

he does.

the moment the door slams shut behind you, he has to grab the nearest object to hold himself up, leaving him wondering what the hell just happened.

x. WHEN IS A MONSTER NOT A MONSTER?

the following days are spent anxiously pacing in his apartment. what is he supposed to do? what should he say to you? what should he tell the press, that he’s innocent? guilty? what should he tell his family? that he killed a man to protect them and their reputation? would they even look him in the eye if he confessed?

he waits and waits and waits for his arrest to come, for the police to barge into his home and take him away to a cold, dark prison cell — yet the day never comes.

personally, he wonders if you’re waiting it out to make you feel as shitty as you’ve probably been feeling since the day you discovered his true colors.

nearly a week after the fight between you, he decides he can’t take it anymore. he needs to see you.

you doubt you’ve ever felt as miserable as you’ve felt these past days. it’s like you’re torn between hating mingyu for taking advantage of you and hating yourself for being stupid enough to fall for it. to fall for him.

because no matter how much you want to deny it, you did.

something you desperately needed was a distraction, which is why you ended up accepting wonwoo’s invitation to the event his father is hosting tonight at his estate just outside the city. with your little black dress on and hair perfectly styled, you down a glass of champagne next to wonwoo, who looks a bit concerned. “everything okay?”

the noise of chatter and soft music in the background only overwhelms you more. “yeah. i just… haven’t had alcohol in a while.” you mutter a bullshit excuse, not really caring whether you sound believable or not.

“i get it if you don’t feel like being here right now, with everything that happened recently. i can take you home if you want.”

“and miss out on your father’s celebration?”

“there will always be another one.” wonwoo shrugs, looking at you like nothing else in the room matters. he has a little smile playing on his lips that’s far too gentle — you almost feel undeserving of a gaze that loving.

but you don’t hold eye contact with him for long, because the source of all your current problems suddenly walks into the room — and he looks good. criminally good.

the red suit with its low neckline draws even more attention to him than usual, along with several expensive pieces of jewelry adorning his wrists and fingers.

“he’s here? that’s strange. he said he wasn’t coming.” wonwoo mumbles, and you do your best to keep your composure and hide the sudden anxiety that blooms in your chest.

“shame. the party was just getting good.” you scoff to yourself, replacing your empty champagne glass with a full one.

it’s then that mingyu’s eyes find yours, and even while politely saying hello to the elders greeting him, he keeps sneaking a peek your way, as if to try to get away from the people surrounding him to get to you.

oh, fuck no. you’re not in the mood to talk to him right now.

“i’m just gonna go and use the restroom, okay? i’ll be right back.” you say to wonwoo, hoping to find yourself a spot in the shadows where you can properly get some air.

you hardly catch his response as your legs are already moving on their own, as far away from the man in red as possible.

passing through a quiet hallway, you find yourself finally alone at the bottom of a staircase, and with no one else around, you sit down on the first few steps, a sigh escaping your mouth.

“did my appearance surprise you?”

as you recognize his voice, your blood runs cold.

looking behind you, he’s standing at the top of the stairs, his hands in his pockets. he appears surprisingly relaxed, even if his fingers slightly tremble against the fabric of his trousers.

“you have some nerve showing up here.”

mingyu purses his lips. “why don’t you come up a couple steps?”

when you finally meet his gaze, his heart skips a beat. your brows are knitted together. “why would i do that?”

“because we’d be on the same level. equals.”

“is that what you want?”

“i think you already know the answer to that.”

biting your lip to yourself, you get up on your feet, heels clicking on the creaking wood with each step. once at his level, you look at him with hostility – he only shows intrigue.

“why haven’t you given me up yet? it’s been a week.”

“i have my reasons.” you shrug, the anger remaining in your features. “what? scared i’ll ruin your reputation?”

his tone suddenly changes into something more desperate, emotional. “i just want to know what you’re gonna do. if you wanna turn me over to the police, fine. but do something, please—”

“you’re not in a position to be making demands.”

“i’m not demanding, i’m asking.”

“go fuck yourself, mingyu.” you snap at him, looking around you before lowering your voice. “what did you think was going to happen when you came here tonight? that i would just let you in on everything? the last thing i owe you is an explanation.”

as the tension continues to rise between you, the argument causes you to step closer to eachother.

his chest heaves out of frustration, because you make a more than valid point, but he still has his own interests at heart. “i know that.”

“so then why show up tonight? don’t bullshit me, i know you’re not here for wonwoo.”

“are you? what are you doing here?”

“what the hell is your problem?” scoffing at him, you intend to push him by his chest, but he grabs your wrists instead.

“you are my problem.” he breathes out angrily as if he were confessing his sins, his hands remaining on your skin. “everything fell apart because of you.”

“if you’re actually trying to pin this on me, i’ll hit you in your fucking jaw until it bleeds.”

he only pulls you closer. “and i’d let you. do you still not get it?”

his grip on your wrists falters, and he softly rubs over your skin with his finger, and you hate your body for reacting to it.

christ, you think to yourself, has he been standing this close to you this whole time?

the smell of his perfume plagues your senses, and a feeling you can’t quite place washes over you when you catch him looking at your lips, and you realize his one hand is slowly gliding past your waist.

are you really going to let yourself fall into his trap again?

“everything okay?”

the words aren’t uttered by you nor mingyu — wonwoo peers up at you from your former spot at the bottom of the stairs.

of course he’s been sensing that there was something going on between you the moment you showed up at the strip club, but this clearly confuses him, since you’re still supposed to hate one another.

fuck. how much of the conversation did he hear?

mingyu hesitantly releases his hands from your body, and you take a step backwards, both of you focusing on wonwoo. “yeah, i’m fine.”

as if to make the situation even worse, the fucking inspector that’s leading the investigation appears behind wonwoo, curiously looking at his two main suspects standing side by side.

the situation feels suffocating. wonwoo points at the older man, “he was looking for you. that’s why i came to see if you were here — i didn’t know you were, um — occupied.”

“i’m not occupied.” with the way you completely disregard mingyu’s existence, it’s almost as if he weren’t even here. you make your way down the steps, smoothening over the fabric of your dress and taking a deep breath to get a hold of yourself again.

the inspector glances at mingyu one last time before asking you if he can talk to you privately, which you agree to.

mere minutes later, you’re standing in a secluded room, far away from the rest of the crowd, arms crossed over your chest, a dim light flickering on the ceiling above you.

“i wanted to talk about the investigation.”

“talking to me off-record again? this isn’t a good look on you.” you sneer at the man, who puts up his hands before his chest.

“i know. but it’s for a good reason.” he defends himself, at which you frown. “i have a proposition for you.”

“which is?”

“i need your help catching the person who killed your father.”

pursing your lips together, you let out a bitter chuckle. “like i would know anything—”

“you were just speaking to him, actually.”

the weight of his words makes your eyes widen. this is the first time he’s expressing who he believes is the culprit, after all these weeks.

your breath hitches in your throat. “you think mingyu is guilty.”

the inspector nods at the conclusion you’ve drawn. “he’s smart, i’ll give him that. but not invincible.”

“what will you do? do you have evidence against him?”

“i have enough that makes me sure that it was him, but not enough to defeat him in court. he’s rich and uses that to his advantage.” he explains, sounding almost hopeful. “so that’s where you come in.”

“me?”

“what i need is evidence that even he can’t work around, no matter how many people in the system he chooses to bribe. you told me the nature of your relationship was sexual — i don’t need to know if that’s true or not. but i’ve noticed he seems fond of you these days. you can use that to get him caught. we can’t let him get away with it.”

his voice rings through your ears, sounding like a convincing whisper. biting down on your tongue, you clench your fists, the predicament you currently find yourself in making you wish the ground would just swallow you whole.

you subtly glance down at your phone for a moment.

the evidence is right there, on the phone in your hand. you’ve recorded all the tapes with your phone — the confession, murder weapon — it’s all the evidence needed. you could give it right now and everything would be over.

yet not a single word comes out of your mouth.

the inspector sighs, offering you a final sentiment. “be careful with him. people can be deceiving.”

and with that, he exits the room, leaving you alone with the voice in your head.

your next moves are crucial. you know what you’re about to do is risky, but it’ll be worth it. it has to be worth it.

once you’ve left the inside of the estate through the backdoor, the event continues for the evening while you ponder over the choice you’re about to make in the backseat of the cab.

shrugging off your coat as you enter your home, you still in your movements when your eyes find the stairs — the spot where the police had to cut down your father’s cold, dead body.

with your gaze remaining on the former crime scene, you press on mingyu’s number to call it.

he picks up faster than lightning, but you don’t allow him to speak.

“meet me in the city tomorrow. 10:30, outside your mother’s firm. don’t be late.”

you hang up right after.

fuck, you should really sell this place. the fact that your father’s wandered around here is more than enough reason.

that he died here as well isn’t great either, but that’s really a minor detail.

with your arms crossed, you scoff, a half-smile that’s almost smug sitting on your face. “if only your death had welcomed us sooner.”

the next morning, you lean your head against the wall of the building you’re meeting at, a cold wind blowing through your hair as you’re sunken deeply into thought.

it’s comfortably quiet, honestly. you’re fond of this type of weather, the white, grey-ish sky, the breeze in the air, some rain on occasion.

you glance at the watch on your wrist — why the fuck is mingyu still not here? what possible reason could he have to be late when this is what he was practically begging for?

just as you’re about to grab your phone from your pocket to call him, someone pulls you by your arm and drags you into the alley beside the building.

“what the fuck!?” you huff out, and then you finally get a good look at the person who grabbed you.

of course it’s him.

“i’m sorry.” mingyu breathes out, his usually neatly styled hair now messy, several strands hanging loose in front of his forehead, the stress visible in his features.

to be together like this feels messy yet weirdly intimate. a few strands of your hair are caught between your lips, and you feel his breath on your face, his hands on your body, even your hands find their way back to him.

as if it’s natural.

“what the hell are you thinking?!” you hiss at him, pushing his hands off you, backing yourself as far up against the wall as possible.

“someone was following me, i was — i thought you’d lured me here to turn me in.”

“you—” is all you can push out of your throat before a sigh leaves you. of course he’d think that. god, what a mess.

burying your face in your hands, it feels like you’re both on the verge of a complete breakdown. both lost, not sure where to go, not sure what’ll happen next.

you thought you’d found a sense of direction in eachother, but that fell apart like a house of cards hit by the wind.

naturally, it begins to rain right when you’re talking to him outside. sighing to yourself, you gesture for him to come with you to your car in the half-empty parking lot, which he wordlessly agrees with.

it’s pouring by the time you’re both seated, the heavy rain rolling down the glass windows of the car.

it’s completely silent between you as you sit beside one another, staring dead ahead at the street.

your voice is hoarse when you tell him your verdict on the matter.

“we’re gonna cover it up.”

mingyu turns his head to look at you in disbelief, but you don’t move a muscle. “… what?”

“i believe i’ve told you i don’t like to repeat myself.”

“no one in their right mind would do that. no one would help me cover it up.” he exhales, eyes moving rapidly as he tries to process what you’re proposing to him.

“no one in their right mind would commit murder, either, but that certainly didn’t stop you.”

well, you have a point there.

“just tell me one thing,” mingyu asks, hoping you’ll look at him, “why? why do this for me?”

he could cry the moment you do meet his eyes. it’s like he sees a different version of himself staring back at him. “because you did the right thing. i would’ve done the same. well, except for your little affair with me.”

with his heart beating against his chest, he gently touches your hand. “everything i told you was true. it may not have been real in the beginning, and i’m sorry for pretending back then, but it’s real now. i swear that to you.”

you bite your lip. “give me one good reason why i should believe you.”

mingyu can taste his tears at this point. he needs you to believe him, he needs you — and that is terrifying but addictive. “the tapes. you can have them if you want.”

“i don’t need them. they hold no value to me.” you already made copies of them anyway.

“then what can i give you to prove myself?”

“nothing.” you immediately cut him off, eyes blazing fire, but even mingyu can see you do share that sadness that he does, mourning the loss of your connection. “from now on, we avoid contact over the phone as much as possible. you’ll destroy the tapes, the poison — get rid of all of it. we’ll work together until we’ve covered it up, and after that, it’ll be like whatever we had never existed. we’ll be nothing more than strangers to one another.”

“how on earth would we go back to strangers after what we did?”

“by never talking to eachother again.” you respond, swallowing the rising lump in your throat, fingers twitching from feeling suffocated. “get out. you can come over to my place tomorrow, and we’ll… figure out how to handle everything.”

mingyu looks at you, and he knows you won’t let him in again, certainly not now. so he nods.

he thinks of what to say, yet nothing comes out.

so he leaves you in your car without saying another word, walking away with nothing but his mistakes on his mind.

xi. I HATE YOU LIKE MY OWN REFLECTION

“so, what do we do now?”

“our best shot is to try to frame someone else, then take them out of prison after the conviction and pay ‘em good money for it.”

mingyu cocks a brow at your choice. “so you wanna go and do the exact same thing i wanted to do?”

you can’t help but glare at him. “yes, just without the manipulation. don’t think for a second i’ve forgiven you, or that i will in the nearby future, because i can assure you that won’t happen.”

well, so much for trying to get into your good graces again. “noted. so, how do we, um… find a suitable victim? someone who won’t rat us out.”

“my contact in the police force has sent me a list of all the other suspects. we pick someone, threaten to kill them if they don’t cooperate. easy.”

mingyu finds your lack of filter both intriguing and scary, like a switch was flipped and you’re suddenly ready to undertake even more violent measures than him. but then again, he was hiding quite some things too. “okay.”

it’s two days later when you’re holding a now former member of the housekeeping hostage in your spacious private parking garage.

“you can’t make me do this! this is insane!” he cries out, and you roll your eyes, holding the gun in your hand as easily as you’d carry a bottle of water.

you simply shrug. “it’s not impossible.”

“i’ll lose everything!”

“probably. but you’ll also gain a lot of money, enough to get you a comfortable life elsewhere in the world.”

“no, no, i’m not doing this. you can’t make me!”

mingyu looks to you for permission, you grant it with a nod, and he takes your gun to hit the guy in the face with it. you sink down to bend your knees, lowering to your victim’s level.

“i don’t think you get it. either you agree to do this, or you’re not making it out of these walls alive. trust me, if i have to shoot you, i will.” you sternly tell him, attitude changing from casual to threatening.

your partner in crime, who’s still holding the gun, is beyond impressed. he briefly thinks it over —has this part of you always been hiding underneath the surface?

“or maybe it’s your family i should start with? i’ll pick it apart, one by one.” you suggest, feigning innocence in your voice.

it’s then that the man is finally forced to accept your offer, after which you smile triumphantly and tell him he can go home like nothing happened. mingyu watches the change in your behavior, leaving him wondering how the hell you’re the same person he’s come to know over the past months.

but it hardly changes his now deeply-rooted affection for you.

a few days later, you’ve successfully orchestrated your plan and set it in motion, with the man from housekeeping supposedly coming forward with his confession tomorrow.

it’s late at night when mingyu’s still over at your house, and he asks if he can open the bottle of vodka standing on the counter.

“sure. whatever.” you mutter, the stand-offish demeanor you used to hold up around him before getting to know him having returned.

he doesn’t like it. no, scratch that — he can’t stand it.

so he pours you both a shot. “i’ve been thinking about something.”

“well, that must’ve been exhausting for you.”

hilarious. really. he chooses to ignore your sarcasm for now. “in the car, you said i did the right thing. that you would’ve done the same.”

“and?”

“do you really not… hate me for killing him? at all?”

“no.”

“you hate me for… lying to you about it.”

“no.”

his brows knit together. “so…”

“again, don’t take this as a compliment, but i really thought you were smarter than this.”

“i’m just… confused on your stance on the whole thing. that’s all.”

taking a breath, a bitter chuckle leaves your mouth. “i hate it when people make fun of me, like — that’s the worst thing you could do to me. and you tried to get to know me, work with me, pretended to care for me, all while secretly knowing that it wasn’t genuine and you were going to put me in prison. and after i found out, it felt like you were just ridiculing me, for… i don’t know. giving in to you so easily. for being desperate to have at least one person actually care about me the way i thought you did.”

he processes your words with the heavy burden of guilt weighing on his shoulders, while you take another shot of alcohol.

well, he fucked up. miserably.

“when i created the plan to frame you, i… almost held a grudge towards you, like you did to me, for a reason i couldn’t even think of. i was going to be putting someone i hated in prison. a sacrifice i was willing to make for the people i loved. but you completely blew me away. as time progressed, i… couldn’t fathom i used to hate you, or even disliked you. even if you don’t accept my apology, i need you to know that i never… never made fun of you. and i’m sorry for hurting you in the way that i did.”

his heartfelt sentiment gets to you, and you hate it.

“even if i did accept your apology, what then? we’ll just move on with our lives as if this whole thing never happened either way.”

now that you’ve unintentionally given him a sense of hope, he downs another shot of vodka to give himself courage. “it doesn’t have to be like that.”

“what?”

“i still want you.” he breathes out, mentally saying fuck it and deciding to finally be completely honest with you.

the words seem to have caught you off-guard, after which you scoff at him once you realize what he’s saying. “you’re not serious.”

“i am,” he replies without hesitation, following you in your tracks when you stand up, “and you know what i think? you still like me, too.”

“no i don’t.”

now that you’ve turned around to him, you realize how stupid of a move it was to do so. with every step he takes forward, you go back, but there’s only so much room before you hit the wall. “you’re not being very convincing.”

“gyu—”

“i like it when you call me that.”

at a loss for words, you look behind you to find you’re nearly out of space. “i don’t like you.”

“and here i thought we were both being honest with eachother.”

god, all he does is look at you and you feel willing to let him touch you again. he made you feel so good — you liked him so much.

mingyu feels it. he sees you fighting with yourself in your head, so he figures all you need is just a little push to get you back where he had you, to be able to kiss you and hold you and call you his.

with his left hand, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, and within a second, he’s pushed his mouth against yours.

fuck, it’s been only two long weeks since he last kissed you, but it felt like forever. this feeling, his touch — you doubt you’d ever be able to feel that with anyone else.

but something in you is still fighting back.

you muster the will to push mingyu away, and he licks his lips from the gloss on yours. both of you panting heavily, you shake your head. “no. we’re not doing this.”

“what? something we both want?” he breathes out, chest heaving up and down.

“something we shouldn’t.”

“why not?”

“because i’d never forgive myself for giving in to the guy who was gonna frame me for murder.”

he merely shrugs, downplaying the situation for his selfish interests. “we hated each other back then. you’d have done it too, you said it yourself.”

his words are true — but it still hurts.

“you’re a liar.” you say to him, and he knows you’re only saying it for one reason — to convince yourself to not give in to what you really want.

“yeah. and so are you.”

that is what momentarily causes your brain to shut down. “what?”

his hand cups your jaw. you can feel his breath on your bare skin, his gaze on your body, shamelessly checking you out before he meets your eyes again. “what we had was real. you make everyone else in my life seem like… nothing.”

“oh, so i’m special, huh? or are you just trying to get back into my good graces so i don’t rat you out?”

his eyes keep lingering on the skin of your cheeks, your neck, exposed collarbones, and he doesn’t even look you in the eye while answering. “you can do whatever you want. i’ll still want you once i’ve gotten out of prison.”

god. he’s really that into you?

“gyu…” you mutter, almost pouting, and he holds your face, nodding as if he understands.

“i know, i know—” his breathing is unsteady as he confesses every dirty little sin on his conscience, “i like being a little selfish, y’know? even when one of my friends mentioned something about liking you, i didn’t tell you, ��cause i wanted you.”

you’ve got a feeling who he’s talking about. “so what’d you say to him?”

“i said you had something going on with someone else, which wasn’t exactly a lie, since you were on top of me that same night.” he barely allows himself to finish the sentence before kissing you again, putting all his vigor into it, and you decide to indulge both him and yourself this once.

he pushes you up against the wall, and you shove him away again, holding onto the cupboard beside you when you both catch your breath.

“what if i like him better than you?”

“you wouldn’t.”

“why? ‘cause you’re so likeable?”

“because he’d never accept you for who you really are, and you’d find him boring,” he tells you as a possessive streak overcomes him, “just like no other girl would ever want me and i only want you.”

“so i should let you have me because no one else will. what a compelling argument.”

“no. because you want me.” fucking hell, he’s pretty sure his sex drive has never been this high before. “so have me, baby. please — i’m all yours.” he rasps, pressing a kiss so chaste to your lips, they barely touch. his hands burn on your skin.

“maybe i will.” you mumble, which elicits the smallest smirk from him.

he rubs up against you. “you make me insane.”

“pretty sure you already were.” is the last thing you say before kissing him, finally giving in to the feelings you still hold for him.

the sudden motion takes him by surprise, but he regains his composure to kiss you back within seconds. you make him feel so sickeningly good, he practically worships the ground you walk on.

mingyu is always tactile, be it with his friends, family, or in this case — you. his hands are practically glued to your body, pulling you as close to him as possible.

and normally he likes to take his time when it comes to sex. but he’s just so hot right now that he needs some kind of friction, some kind of release. so he lifts you up to take you to your bedroom, where he wastes no time to plunge his fingers into you.

“fuck—gyu—”

this is all he wants. to hear you moan his name like that and watch you writhe underneath him while his cock throbs as he rubs it against the bed.

“you look so pretty like this.” he grins, curling his fingers to watch you squirm and feel you clench around him.

jesus, his pace is high. higher than any other time he’s done this before. the pressure in your stomach builds so fast that you’re almost overwhelmed by the feeling, at which you instinctively reach down to hold his wrist, but to no avail, because he keeps going.

“say you like me back and i’ll make you cum.”

even through the pleasure he’s giving you, you manage to pull your mean attitude back up. “are you that desperate?”

not only does he seem completely unaffected by the snark in your voice — he might even like it.

“so what if i am?” he shrugs, his fingers moving in and out of you while he kisses and sucks on the skin of your neck.

when he moves onto your jaw, he suddenly hits the right spot inside you, and your eyes roll back, a dragged-out moan escaping you.

“bet that feels good, hm?” he whispers, his fangs showing when he smiles slyly, “c’mon — say it. i’ll make you feel so good, baby.”

right after the words come out of his mouth, he threatens to take his fingers out, and you grab his wrist once more, this time to keep him as close as possible.

“fine — i like you.”

like a war general who just won his greatest battle, he’s beaming at your confession. “good. put your legs over my shoulders.”

well, he certainly is determined. he’s back in his previous position in no-time, now with your legs up, and you try to not clench your thighs around his head too much as his digits piston in and out of your hole.

your orgasm hits you within what feels like a minute, and mingyu keeps going even when your legs are shaking and trembling on his shoulders.

the drag of his cock inside you is heavenly. he’s a big man, and you always need to adjust yourself to him, but fuck is it good.

you always like the slower strokes best, he’s learned. slow and deep, to make you feel every inch of him, and he can bury himself in you to the hilt every single time.

“god, you’re always so tight.” he has to suck through gritted teeth to not completely lose it, ‘cause you’re clenching down on him so much that it almost hurts.

“that’s ‘cause you don’t fuck me enough.”

“we should fix that, then.” he responds, sliding his cock in and out of the pooling wetness between your legs, and as the minutes go by, you continue to find yourself in his arms, your body plastered on his.

it’s the ringing of your phone from the nightstand that pulls you out of the erotic haze.

mingyu turns his head to the side, the dark strands of hair hanging beside his head as he’s still hovering above you.

his chest still heaves when he picks up the device to show you the caller id. “you never did tell me what he wanted to talk to you about.”

all you can do is chuckle — a sound that comes across as if you know more than he does. “he’s onto you. thinks you’re guilty. not far from the truth, is he?”

throwing your phone to the other side of the bed, he pushes himself a little deeper into you, loving the way you have to bite your lip to suppress a whimper. “and he wanted you to give him evidence, i bet.”

“he did.”

“did you?”

“since you still have the freedom to fuck me — take a wild guess.”

this time it’s him who lets out an arrogant laugh. “i knew you liked me too much.”

“i could still do it, y’know.”

“oh, i know you could.” he bites his lower lip before kissing you so vigorously again — as if you’re the air he breathes.

xii. ROUGH HEWN BY UNFORTUNATE EVENTS, AND GIVEN BREATH BY NECESSITY

with the noise of the fireplace crackling, you stand by the window of your mansion’s spacious living room, staring outside as you’re anxiously rubbing your fingers over your collarbone.

the man you and mingyu forced to act like he was guilty of murdering your father has supposedly confessed yesterday morning, and yet you’ve still heard nothing. which is strange.

extremely strange.

“they could still be interrogating him.” mingyu tries to ease both your and his own nerves, but you shake your head, your back still facing him.

“something’s wrong. if it were convincing enough, i would’ve heard something. fuck.”

he gets up from the soft couch to wrap his arms around you from behind. “we just gotta be a little more patient. the guy knows what’s at stake should he mess it up.”

letting out a sigh, you nod. “yeah, i guess you’re right.”

just when he’s pressed a kiss on the top of your head, the doorbell rings — whoever that may be.

mingyu remains in his spot by the window while you go ahead to check who’s visiting you. your breath is almost stolen completely from you once you see who it is.

“coming to visit me at this hour?”

the inspector gives you a fake smile in return. “it’s important.”

so you let him in, keeping up the nonchalance in your attitude. mingyu raises a brow at the older man walking into the room, and he crosses his arms over his chest.

“i had someone coming into the station yesterday — one of your father’s former staff. he confessed to the murder.” the inspector begins. “unfortunately for him, i said i’d already figured out who the culprit was, and so i sent him back home.”

“someone confessed and you didn’t think about telling us?” mingyu questions angrily, and you really have to force yourself not to show how impressed you are with his acting skills.

the other man in the room is less impressed. “why would i tell you something you’re already aware of? you orchestrated it.”

oh, shit.

as your eyes widen, it’s quiet for a moment.

“i really hope you have actual proof to back this accusation.” mingyu sneers, clearly hostile towards the man while you silently take a few steps back, slowly hiding yourself more in the shadows by the walls.

“traces of poison were found in the reports of the autopsy. it was disregarded at first because of the small amount, but i eventually began to consider it evidence when i discovered you recently purchased that exact formula from a dealer who’s been on our radar for a while.”

the hairs on your neck suddenly stand upright. is this it? is the person you’ve grown so attached to actually going to get arrested?

“thing is, if i were to arrest you, you’d probably be let go. i know you both have contacts in the police force as well as the justice system, i almost caught someone messing with the autopsy results — but despite that, i know the truth.” the man nods to himself. “and that is, mr. kim, that the only charge against you is attempted murder.”

mingyu seems confused. “attempted?”

“the poison didn’t kill him. you’re guilty of something, definitely, but you’re no murderer.” the inspector’s gaze suddenly shifts from your partner to you, a deep frown setting into your forehead. “the only player in this game that wasn’t making any sense to me was you.”

“me?”

“you know, in my many years in this line of work, i’ve found it a rarity to have a suspect possessing such an… inscrutible expectant stillness. the gears in your head are constantly turning, but no one’s really sure what it is that goes up in there. you’re an enigma.” he says to you, and you listen to him with a raised brow.

as you remain silent, he continues. “at the event a few weeks ago, when i spoke with you, i came to you and told you i suspected him to be the culprit — the man you’ve hated from day one. the opportunity to make him go away was practically given to you, yet you did nothing with it.”

scoffing at him in disbelief, you tilt your head. “that’s all you have against me? baseless speculation?”

“not exactly baseless. see, the autopsy report showed one more thing — he was choked before the hanging. your father was unconscious before you put that rope around his neck.”

it’s so quiet, you’re pretty sure the two men in the room are able to hear your heartbeat at this point.

mingyu turns to look at you with a puzzled expression, and you finally decide to drop the façade you’ve upheld for so long.

“oh, so what?” you shrug, finding the accusation bothersome at best.

the sudden change in demeanor catches mingyu completely off-guard. he can’t fully comprehend what’s going on here. “you—you killed him?”

you press your lips together. “whatever you used on him wasn’t enough to kill him, but it was enough to make him violent. he came home that night just—fucking losing it. stumbling over everything, his eyes were all red, and he yelled at me because he thought i was the one who poisoned him. ‘cause naturally, he’d never suspect you. my father was one to hit me on the cheek whenever he was really angry with me, but he’d never gone further than that. the poison must’ve worked him up so much that he lost rational thinking. so he began to accuse me of trying to kill him, after which he tried to choke me, but i managed to throw him off, and he passed out. and i figured it’d been enough of his torture, so… i hung him in the stairwell to make it seem like a suicide.”

the inspector nods knowingly. “you murdered him in cold blood.”

you’re quick to respond with your defense, though you don’t really care anymore. “did you not hear the part where he tried to kill me?”

mingyu looks like a kicked puppy when he processes your confession. “so you’ve been lying to me this whole time?”

the words elicit a scoff from you. “that’s real bold, coming from you.”

“but you—you agreed to help me figure out who your father’s killer was. why would you do that if you did it?”

“at first i didn’t, as you know, but you were just so fucking persistent. so i figured i could try to divert your attention from me. i was going to convince you that it was a suicide. then i hear the tapes, you admitting that you poisoned him, and everything made sense. but hey, at least i wasn’t trying to frame you.”

the jab directed at him makes him feel guilty again. “so we both did it.”

“in a way. though i’d argue it was somewhat self-defense. i mean, he came onto me, tried to kill me—”

“you made a mistake and you know it.” the inspector interrupts, making you roll your eyes as he scolds you. “you should’ve called the police. but you didn’t, you just decided to hang him instead!”

“he deserved it!” you retort, displaying the clear hatred you’ve always felt towards anyone who tried to defend the man who raised you. “i don’t care what you think. and you said it yourself — i have everyone in the justice system on my payroll, if necessary. threatening to kill a family member or two also works like a charm.”

it’s silent for a few seconds after you’ve revealed this side of your true nature, and the man just stares you in the eye before grabbing a device from his backpocket.

when he clicks on the button, you already know what it is.

he recorded the whole conversation, and you already know he can’t be bribed, so this is a real problem — because it’s the one piece of evidence needed that will destroy you both.

“you do realize how stupid it was to come here alone, right?” you ask rhetorically.

“what, will you kill me too?” he asks, and when both you and mingyu deadpan a stare at him, he knows the answer.

he’s not getting out of this room alive unless he forfeits the recording.

when you and your partner in crime exchange a glance, the inspector attempts to make a run for it, only to be tackled by mingyu once he’s reached the door.

one last sacrifice.

the sound of a blade piercing through skin makes you jump, your fingers twitching.

blood begins to trickle down his body, after which mingyu pulls out the knife and pushes it in once more, higher up in the chest this time.

“oh, jesus—fuck!” you gasp to yourself when you feel the bloodsplatters hitting your face and neck, and mingyu rips the blade from the inspector’s body, letting it fall onto the carpeted floor.

you both stare at the freshly created crime scene, and you pinch the bridge of your nose, mostly just annoyed at having another crime on your hands.

“well, that is unfortunate.” mingyu sighs, after which you press your lips together, looking up at him.

“understatement of the year. did you have to stab him that quick?”

“sweetheart, he would’ve locked us both away if i didn’t.”

“i guess so.” locking the front door to ensure no one can enter, you cross your arms. “so. are we burning, burying or dumping him in a lake?”

mingyu stares at the body on the floor before locking eyes with you, and it’s like making a silent deal — that you’re in this mess together, and only together can you come out of it, as bloody and violent that road may turn out to be.

well, at the end of the day, you suppose your father was right about one little thing.

you and kim mingyu are, indeed, good together. just not in the way he imagined.

after all, love can exist even in the murderous heart.

thanks for reading! let me know if you enjoyed it x

® SANAKIRAS — do not repost, remake or copy my work in any way whatsoever. translations are not allowed.

[our-neighbours-cat-is-a-menace]

Reader making BNHA boys flustered

: Tamaki, Bakugo, Midoriya, Shinsou

Tamaki

You didn't even do it on purpose

Your boyfriend is just too much of a tomato

And you love that about him

You are currently face to face with monoma glaring at each other on the cafeteria

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"bitch pls, you're the only one who thinks that" he also slammed his feet on the table

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"that floofy hair, those elf like ears, those soft kissable lips, those gorgeous pair of slanted eyes, and most of all his blushing face, how can you not see how much of an eye candy he is"

"he's j-"

"AND HE'S THE BEST BOYFRIEND YOU COULD ASK FOR, HE'S SO SWEET TO THE POINT I MIGHT GET DIABETES, KEEP THIS UP MONOMA AND YOU'LL BE SINGLE FOR LIFE" you shouted at the top of your lungs, shutting the blonde up

You failed to realize everyone in the cafeteria was just enjoying you shouting at the blonde and they were also giving glances to the red tomato behind you who was desperately hiding his face in his hands, in which the friend beside him just gave him a pat on the shoulder

"Well, it's good that you are loved this much tamaki" Mirio said still staring at you shouting the life out of monoma

Bakugo

You were sulking because of how he always denies holding hands when you're in public

And you're one petty biatch

You thought of a good way to get back at him

"Morning katsuki" you greeted entering the classroom

He just grumbled a mornin too, seeing how nonchalant he is made you start up your petty revenge early

"by the way katsuki did you have lucky charms for breakfast? because you look magically delicious" you said trying to sound seductive

Everyone in the room quickly looked at both you and bakugo's direction and the blonde was about to answer when Aizawa sensei came in

That didn't stop there, for every break you get , you bombard your pomeranian with thirsty pick up lines

"Are you a campfire? Because you're hot and i want s'more"

"Does your name start with " C" cause i can totally "C" us getting down"

"This might seem corny, but you make me horny"

Well you can tell what you're doing is working since he's full on glaring at you, with a face that's about to blow up

For every pick up line you say, Denki takes notes, Idia starts a lecture of how inappropriate it is and the rest are just enjoying the tea

Class is over and Katsuki was ready to blow you up jk

"YN LET'S FUCKIN TALK" he said obviously pissed, while you on the other hand was just staring at the sunset

"You know katsuki, I'm really not into watching sunsets but I'd love to see you go down" you beamed at the steaming blonde in front of you

"CUT THAT OUT DAMNIT, IF YOU WANNA HOLD HANDS THAT BADLY, LET'S DO IT, JUST-JUST STOP SAYING THINGS LIKE THAT" he said completely plopping his head on your shoulder

"why? Cause it makes you hot and bothered" you teased

"shut up"

Midoriya

You are currently fighting with toga

You just wanted to buy a birthday present for your cinnamon roll when fate decided to screw you up, throwing a psychopathic blood obsessed chick on your way

"Whaaaa, are you crazy? Don't damage the gift you crazy chick" you shouted cradling the gift you bought

"hmmm, is that for your boyfriend, izuku?"

"yes" you grinned at the blonde with eyes saying, too bad someone single like you can never relate

"hmm, i bet he's bad in bed anyway" toga clearly picking a fight with you

"excuse you, just so you know he's good at it" you say oh so dreamily which made the blonde mad and launch an attack to you

"He's finger's are thick you know" avoiding a kick

"He's a beast when he's thrusting" throwing a punch

"Gets you quivering under his touch" a back flip to avoid a slash

"makes you not walk for a week" avoiding a dagger

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, I DON'T WANNA HEAR ABOUT YOUR SEX LIFE UGHHH" toga had enough of your bullshit, no motivation to fight, she just fleed

Laughing to yourself, you picked up the gift and turned around, when you're suddenly met with three pair of eyes

A soba addict, an angry pomeranian and a fluffy cinnamon roll

You asked how long they have been there and shoto just replied

"Pls take a look at your boyfriend's face and you'll have the answer"

"From the beginning huh"

Toga to Dabi: I want a boyfriend, give me a boyfriend!

Shinsou

What in the world did you eat woman

Or did you take the wrong medication

Cause why in the world are you saying these things to him

You have always been discreet in expressing your affection for your boyfriend but not today i guess

"I want a hug, can we hug? Let's hug" you said latching unto your boyfriend

"You're very pretty, i want you to be mine forever, I'll be the one who will meet you in the altar "

All these statements have made even the tips of his ears go red, His happiness meter is just off the chart, whatever medication you took, praise it

" You are so warm, i wanna hug you forever, but i also wanna kiss, lots of kisses pls" you said

Shinsou basked in the overflowing affection you were giving him

However on the next day, you can't face your boyfriend at all

Remembering all the things you said to the boy made your own face heat up, he had to basically corner you on why you were acting so differently

You feel like you want the ground to swallow you whole after confessing that you were hit by a truth quirk, which makes you spill out everything your heart keeps

People who passed by you two were wondering what was happening cause you are hiding your face in your hands while your boyfriend was staring at the ceiling tomato faced with his hand covering the squiggly smile he has

"I also want to meet you at the altar" he blurted, but he quickly realized how that sounded like a proposal

Blushing lovers round 2

A/N: I was grinning while writing this 😩

Masterlist🌻

[zozophoenixxx]

Serotonin Booster :D 🐉

How to train your dragon edition

Here are some things I had forgotten or little details I just noticed on my rewatch, maybe even Unpopular Opinions 🤭👀

✨Race to the Edge ✨

SEASON 4

Tuffnut choked on a stun dart- I think I've seen it all regarding the twins HAHDHSHHA

Fishlegs really had Meatlug opening its mouth WIDE JUST TO SAY ABORT THE VERY LAST SECONDHAHSHGSGG

I love how Hiccup and Astrid can communicate without actually talking 🥺

I love how all dragons are a reflection of each of their owners like even tho Barf and Belch aren't the smartest they can be whenever they actually try

- Snotlout and Hookfang are both hotheaded and never really listen

- Fishlegs and Meatlug both are sweet, smart, resourceful and jealous sometimes hehe

- The twins and Barf and Belch are crazy and dumb but can be smart and strong whenever they need to be

- Astrid and Stormfly are both authoritative and badasses but also caring

- Hiccup and Toothless are both natural born leaders

Astrid built the ballista

Fun fact: Mala means bad in Spanish and it makes sense if you think about it cause Mala is BADASS HAHDHSHAHA😂 sorry I make bad jokes like that

Hiccup referring to Tuffnut as one of his best friends is adorable 🥺

"Flattery has no effect on me, mainly because I never hear any" dudeee ruff that's so saddd🥺😭

JAJDHHSJSJS TUFFNUT REALLY SAID "IT'S TIME FOR BALLISTA-NUT" AND JUMPED RIGHT OFF OF TOOTHLESS

And then him actually fighting Gruffnut is pretty badass I mean they threw actual punches and kicks and everything 😳

Why was Hiccup so cold towards Astrid? When she was just trying to help with his bounty problem

The way Toothless prevented Stoick from killing Savage 🥺🥺🥺

Now that I think abt it Hiccup got kidnapped so many times

Stoick punching Ryker and threatening him is one of the best things I've seen 🤩

Dude poor Snotlout was just insecure in ep4 And I love how Hiccup tried to help him and even then Snotlout still tried his best to show that he can be a leader

- i really loved how he learned that he couldn't just stop covering someone, I mean even when Astrid told him to "peel off and help Hiccup" he was like "no way I'm not leaving your wing" 🥺🥺🥺

Submaripper - tidal class, super powerful, prefer deeper open water and typically very reclusive. Extremely territorial and dangerous.

I LOVE HOW THE SUBMARIPPER SAVED HICCUP, and Toothless's face whenever he couldn't get Hiccup out and Barf and Belch breaking the pod to get him 🥺🥺🥺I can't

𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕕𝕖𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕤𝕪𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕤

- multifaceted disorder

Uncontrollable euphoria - Astrid

Lack of coordination - Heather

Mood swings - Snotlout

Complete catatonia

Cold ankles

Rash

Paranoia - Fishlegs

I CAN'T LOOKING AT THEM LIKE THIS IS JUST TOO FUNNY. NO ISTG EPISODE 7 IS GOLDDDD AND WHEN THE DRAGONS TOOK OVER 😂

Stoick is so fine 🤩

JAHDHAHSHA HICCUP REALLY OUT HERE FAT-SHAMING HIS DAD when poor Stoick is just trying to tell him that going after Viggo only for revenge is neither safe nor the right thing to do

- "What? What do you mean? You love revenge. Revenge is your thing. Weren't they gonna name you Stoick the Vindictive before... Well you know." *signals to Stoick*

Shadow wings - ep7 they follow, herd and shadow. Big one isn't as fast or maneuverable. Small ones are smart and quick. The big one looks like the submaripper.

AND THE WAY TOOTHLESS DEALT WITH THE LAST OF THEM. It was amazingggg he dived down towards a lil pond but he couldn't see cause of the dust and so HE USED THAT ONE SHOT THAT LETS HIM SEE TO KNOW WHEN TO GO BACK UP AND ALLOW THE BIG SHADOW WING TO CRASH AGAINST THE WATER.

The Flying Shatter-Scatter move with Shattermaster and Windshear was so cool and it's also basically the only thing that has pierced through dragon-proof ships

Bro I really wanted to see Astrid saving Toothless when she saw he was in danger in ep8

I DONT WANT HEATHER TO LEAVE UGHHHH 🥺

HEATHER AND FISHLEGS ARE SO GOALS I CANT 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭 I LOVE THEM TOO MUCH

Everyone's shocked faces whenever Hiccup and Fishlegs weren't thinking the same thing HAHDHSHABA

Toothless's facial expressions whenever he saw Astrid was in danger and the way he grabbed Snotlout and went down the volcano just to try and save her- I love their relationship 🥺

And how Hiccup was so worried when he saw Astrid in the lava and the way he grabbed her 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Dude I shipped Throk and Mala so harddd

And the red night terrors ufff we love them

Tuffnut just killed Macey

Ruffnut is so badass bro I love her she really had a sword to her neck and was like "take your best shot pal"

Project Shellfire: a weaponized dragon, Shellfire - tidal class, Titanwing, bigger than a submaripper, long range firing capabilities.

Hiccup just saved Astrid from falling to the water and the way he looked at her right after he put her down- he seemed so concerned I can't 🥺😭

BLINDSIDED ALSO LOVE THIS EPISODE 🤩🥺

First name Astrid calls out is Hiccup's 🥺

Her eyes omg

The way she started hyperventilating and the way he held her hand with both of his and the way he kneeled down next to her and made sure she knew that he was still there and the way Toothless's facial expression went 🥺😔 and the way he put his wing on her legs to try and cover her or protect her 🥺🥺🥺I can't

I mean Imagine how Astrid must've felt I just can't I'd be so stressed out and desperate and the next day she was just like I'm going to look for my dragon idc

No dude because the way Hiccup grabbed her by the waist to prevent her from falling off of Toothless and how both of their expressions softened whenever he told her not to apologize and whenever she hugged him 🥺

I love how the twins are trying to learn how Astrid feels but Ruffnut takes advantage of "blind" Tuffnut and has him run off of a cliff

AND HOW HE CAUGHT HER AND GOT SO NERVOUS WHEN THEY BOTH FELL DOWN 🥺 wait now that I'm watching it again he actually prevented her from getting hit in the head omg

"Of course she's not gonna hide. What was I thinking? She's Astrid."

MISTAKE whenever Astrid took the dragons out of their pens they weren't wearing their saddles and now that they've found them they have them on.

Them spending time with each other's dragons is so funny

Nonono I can't this is the beginning of it all! The beginning of Hiccstrid dating is HERE!!!! and that scene whenever he tells her that she's strong and they'll get through it and he holds her arm and then slowly moves down to her hand 🥺 I love them too much I can't- I want what they have. HE WAS GOING IN FOR THE KISS TOO I CANTTTTT OK THIS IS TOO MUCH

"There will always be a Hiccup and Astrid. Always."

TOOTHLESS'S FACE 😳

I love how Meatlug got so serious after she heard Toothless's distress call

ASTRID IS SO BADASS I CAN'T SHE'S JUST SUCH A NATURAL AND AUTHORTITAVE I LOVE HER

THE HAND THING WITH ASTRID AND THE TRIPLE STRYKE 😩

Fishlegs riding Hookfang is HILARIOUS

That final scene is gold bro I just can they're too perfect I mean we get Toothless and Stormfly messing around in the background and then we get Hiccup scooting towards Astrid so that their shoulders were touching and also Hiccup asking Astrid if she's really ok and then him telling her that he never stops worrying about her and her saying that she feels the same way AND HER ASKING HIM ABOUT THE ALMOST-TO-BE-FIRST-KISS IN THE FOREST and him getting all nervous and being like "no it wasn't perfect" and telling her that he thinks abt kissing her a lot AND HER BEING LIKE "this seems pretty perfect to me" AND THEN BAMM THE KISS UGHHH IM NOT CRYING OK... yes I am😭

Hiccstrid kiss count: 2😘

I love how Astrid comforts Hiccup and puts her hand on his chest

Wait shit I completely forgot That Snotlout is actually the one that came up with ~Hiccstrid~ hehehehe -> also the first one to notice that they were acting kinda sus (nvm he thought one of them had a gambling problem)

Ruffnut's impression of Viggo is actually pretty accurate

Heather knowing about Hiccup and Astrid and just getting the gang away so that they can have a few seconds alone

OMG THE SUBMARIPPER I LOVE IT!! It is the natural and hated enemy of the Shellfire

The Triple Stryke let Dagur ride him

HICCUP CALLED DAGUR BROTHER I CANT

No and when they kissed IN FRONT OF THE GANG AND THEY WERE ALL LIKE 😳😦 AND "This. Changes. Everything." Iconic

I can't imagine watching this season by season and having to deal with that cliffhanger LIKE WHUT- the whole volcano just exploded and ur telling me that's IT!! Nope nope nope

[pwnyta]

I was on Twitter and saw this thread where dude posted the “apology” from the other dude who have severely bullied him in school years ago (the one who was bullied have become successful and the wanted to get something from him lol), there were a lot of people talking about their own bullies and their shitty “apologies”, but there were also people who were talking bullshit like “ugh 🙄🙄 you people are SO mean‼️‼️ what, can’t person grow up and CHANGE⁉️⁉️ forgiveness is for the STRONG ✌🏻” or some something along this line and I was like…….. but the victims were KIDS too??? Bro, those bullies’ actions have tremendously hurt and altered lives of some people, and now you sit here and try to pretend like someone saying “sorry” shit ton of years later is going fix everything? Lol?

Mind you, I have never been bullied myself and have never been a bully, but holy shit some people are really insensitive 🙄 Why should victim care about the feelings of the bully? At this point it just feels like bully just tries to feel better about themselves, not to actually make amends. Some those people were also saying “your hurts as much you do/did‼️‼️‼️” and I’m like nooooooo lolololol bitch that’s not how it works, the feeling of being punched in the face =/= a little bit of angst over your shitty past behavior.

Ughhh, some of those bully apologizers made me really angry and I’ve immediately thought of Bakushit 🙃🙃🙃 and how some people STILL try to defend his actions… like bro, that’s fine, you can say that you like him because he is hot, you can both like him AND acknowledge that he is full shit/shitty person… it’s not that deep, but IMO, that makes YOU look much worse…

Yeah I have been bullied especially in like middle school after we were homeless and living in a shitty motel for a bit I had to go to this other school where everyone seemed rather well off so my timid, chubby ass didnt stand a chance. The only one of that bully group Id feel anything for was the Chinese kid that came in and he didnt speak much English and the bullys little group kept him around because they seemed to enjoy mocking him without him particularly understanding. Which was just shitty.

I did almost stab the like… leader of that little group though cause he put his hand on my paper while I was trying to draw so he almost got a pencil through the hand… and he had the nerve to tell on me and the teacher went 'Well what did YOU do?' because the teachers knew how shitty he was LMAO.

But yeah. I wouldnt forgive that guy even if he was on his death bed trying to make amends. Like fuck you, its not my job to make you feel better about yourself after tormenting me.

Im not one to think Bakugo stans are appologizers… they just like a character, not a particularly well written character. Douchey pretty bad boy characters have always been popular and they will continue to be no matter how shallow they are.

IDKY I suspect its because people associate asshole characters with 'realistic' characters… its very much in line with people feeling superior over 'realistic' superheroes.

[aaaarsonist]

Okay so, I didn't review every episode this time because I'm lazy and most times I didn't had much to say so this are some random feelings around the season lol

If Donna doesn't tell Jackie, i'm gonna lose my shit

OH DONNA FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, YOU'RE HURTING JACKIE BY NOT TELLING HER

ALSO WTF LAURIE STOP BEING TWO FACED CHALLENGE

Hyde with a leather jacket 🛐🛐🛐🛐

It makes me sick how obsessed with sex Eric is. It may be bc I'm asexual but dude, he should chill out a bit.

Every time Michael says he loves Jackie, my eye twitches. I want to smash his face against a wall.

"The greatest thing that is ever happened to me" YOU FILTHY LYING PIECE OF SHIT UGH I WISH JACKIE WOULD PUNCH YOU

AHHH LET'S GOOOO JACKIE BROKE UP WITH THAT ASSHOLE AAAAAAND I HAD MY HYDE HUG, WHAT A GREAT EPISODE. Also I know I've said this a couple of times but Laurie, you're a filthy homewrecker and I hate you.

I love them your honor. They're both jerks at the other and I adore them.

EPISODE TWENTY ONE 👺👹👺👹👺👹👺👺👹👺👹👺👹 I'M GOING FERAL UGHHHHHHH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND NOW YOU CAN'T DENY THAT THEY'RE INTO EACH OTHER. FUCK I LOVE THEM SO MUCH. THEIR LITTLE MOMENTS ARE KEEPING ME ALIVE.

EXCUSE ME, DID HYDE JUST NOT DENY THAT HE LIKES JACKIE????? CAUSE IT WAS DONNA THE ONE WHO SAID THAT HE WASN'T, HE DIDN'T SAY A THING.

NAAAAAH EPISODE TWENTY FIVE IS MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE. AND NOW I FINALLY UNDERSTAND WHY THEY'RE CALLED "ZENMASTER".

Now, I didn't just love it because of the Hyde and Jackie scenes, but also because I loved seeing Jackie in the circle with the guys and kicking Laurie's ass. It's like, at the beginning they wanted Jackie to leave them alone, but then they were laughing together and ughhh I love seeing her being part of the group without fucking Michael in the middle.

ALSO AAAAAA HOW HE'S LOOKING AT HER, HIS LITTLE AND PROUD SMILE UGGGHH I'M DYING

Man I love Jackie, she represents teenage girls who fall in love with every guy they see so well and I adore her for that. I'm glad the "you're in love with Fez" thing was forgotten in the same episode, but it's so funny how quickly she fell for Steven after he started being a bit nicer to her. And I mean, I can't blame her, been there, done that lol. Also Jackie telling Hyde that she loves him is hilarious, I really loved the last episode JSNDKSNZ

Hyde can say aaaaaall he wants about not liking her and all, but to me he's completely in denial.

Oh and the guys' reaction to Jackie saying that she loves Hyde LMAOOOOO

Just started season two and I'm sooooo normal about Jackie and Hyde (I screamed and kicked my feet the whole intro I love them)

(not Fez and Donna, I couldn't enlarge the image any further because it looked all pixelated lol)

UGH JUST LOOK AT THEMMMMMMM

Gosh I can't wait for them to be together.

Oh, and thoughts about the episode: Laurie you're a slut and I hate you, Michael you're also a slut and I also fucking hate you even more. You're a hypocritical piece of shit and I hope you fall off the water tower again.

[eternalstann]

hi could i request a smut where reader and tom are best friends and she’s living with him and all the boys during quarantine and they’re both basically oblivious to the fact that they’re both drooling over/pining after each other and all the boys wanna see how long it goes on for and she hears tom having a steamy dream ab her or smth idk take this wherever u want it to go ilysm boo

im a sucker for housemate & domestic Tom ughhh. i love you more thank you for sending this I got you babes 🥺🥰

———-

“TOMMMM!” You screamed.

He’d gotten water all over the bathroom floor again and you were about to take a shower. You listen to his quick footsteps grow closer before he burst in the door. Eyes frantic he scans the room, pausing when they reach your frame covered in nothing but a towel. He took in the way your hair fell, the annoyed look on your face. Then swell of your breasts, and the curve of your hips. He forces his eyes back to your face.

“Tom you got water all over the floor again!” You complain, gesturing to the puddles of h2o on the tile.

“Y/N seriously I thought you were hurt..” he rolls his eyes and you glare. “Yes Tom seriously! It’s so gross walking through all of this barefoot, or getting my slippers wet! And, you could cause mold to form. What’s so difficult about closing a fucking shower curtain!” You ask angrily and you didn’t mean to go off like this but you were frustrated.

“There’s three bathrooms in this house just use a different one if it’s such a big deal!” He yells.

You squint your eyes at him and take a deep breathe. “Whatever Tom, just get out” you snap and he turns around, closing the door harder than necessary.

As soon as the door is closed he adjust himselfs in his pants, he was mad... but you looked other worldly. Harrison walking by see’s him and his problem, laughing loudly at his hopeless friend.

“Why don’t you just tell her mate?” he asks, and Tom shushes him.

“Shut up you div she might hear you!” He warns, punching his arm.

“Ow! I’m just trying to help!” He frowns, but they both freeze when they hear the shower cut on through the door.

You don’t know why you went off on Tom like that. Maybe because your feelings for him were getting stronger every day and you were scared to show it? Or maybe because you were reaching critical levels of horniness and it was making you cranky. Probably both you shrug, stepping into the water. The hot pellets beating your skin instantly relax your tense muscles. You rub your neck, sighing, and let your hands wander downwards.

Between the valley of your breast and lower. You don’t stop until your hand is cupping your wet heat and pause, listening for sounds outside the door. You continue when nothing but silence can be heard, unaware of your audience.

Tom and Harrison are still as statues, only turning to look at each other when they hear soft moans echo through the small bathroom.

“This is super pervy, cmon Tom” Harrison drags him away.

“What was that all about?” Tuwaine asks, eyeing his friends coming down the stairs.

“Just a lovers quarrell between Tom and Y/N” Haz waves his hand nonchalantly and Tom denies it immediately.

“We are not lovers!” He clarifies and both his friends smack their teeth.

“No but you wanna be” Harry adds, walking in from the kitchen.

“Fuck off, I’m going to bed” Tom grumps. He trudges up the stairs to his room. He wishes sleep would take him as soon as he lays down but his mind is heavy with thoughts of you. His chest grew tight whenever he heard your name....which was a lot because you lived together. You were all he could think about. The way you looked in your towel, the way you sounded in the shower. The semi he sported earlier was now a full on boner and groaned, trying to ignore it.

Jerking off to the thought of you? How could he look you in the eye after doing something like that? But his brain wouldn’t let him rest. He let his mind wander. To what you’d taste like, or how you talked as you came. Tom didn’t even realize he’d started stroking himself until he heard something clatter in the living room.

‘That’s enough’ he tells himself firmly.

He tosses in his bed a few more times before finally falling asleep. But even in his sleep you wouldn’t leave him alone.

—

You run your fingers through your wet hair and stand at the top of the steps, peaking through to see if you saw Tom. You decided to put your pride aside and apologize.

“Hey guys where’s Tom? I wanted to say...sorry” you explain sheepishly and the boys all gasp.

“You! Say sorry?” Harry laughs and you glare. “I literally cannot remember the last time you apologized to any of us three...” he recalls and just turn on your heel to find Tom; ignoring all their snickering.

You stop in from of Toms room and take a deep breath. Go in, say sorry, get out. You tighten your towel and raise your hand to knock when you see the door is already cracked open. You call his name but hear no response.

You take a half step inside and can’t help the small smile when you see him sleeping peacefully. “Awww” you coo, watching him for a moment. He deserved some rest you think, you were about to turn and leave when you hear him murmur something in his sleep.

“Y/N”

It’s quiet, but you hear it. Your eyes widen, and watch his hips push up against nothing. His face tinted red and lips parted. You keep reeling your self to walk away but your legs won’t move. He was having a wet dream about you! Your hand clamps over your mouth, and you finally force yourself to take a step backwards.

But of course, you lose your footing and hit the ground with a thud. You scramble to get up, but you’re too slow. You hear the bed shift and in three seconds tops a disoriented Tom is pulling his door open and looking down at you.

You stare up at him, trying to ignore the bulge in his shorts and take the hand he offers to you. You both just stand, looking at each other for a moment before he gestures for you to come inside. You sit down on his bed, him beside you.

“I uh, I just wanted to say I’m sorry for how I talked to you earlier. It wasn’t that big of a deal and I shouldn’t have yelled” you apologize and e smiles.

“No you’re right, it is kind of gross. But I appreciate it” he laughs, and you do too.

You get quiet again, and try to work up the nerve to ask him, was he really dreaming about you?

“I heard you before I came in...Tom were you having a dream about me?” You rush through your words, nervousness encompassing you. You watch the color drain from his face.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what that was all about and I..” he speaks even faster than you did and you cut him off.

“I thought about you today while I was in the shower” you admit, and you don’t know where this sudden burst of courage came from but you hoped it would see you through.

“I thought about you fucking me from behind. What was your dream about?” You ask and Tom eyes are darker than usual, he was staring at you so intensely and with so much fire you could melt.

“I dreamt the same thing” he whispered. Your breathing quickened as he leaned closer to you. You let yourself fall backwards, and Tom climbs over you. His hands go to you towel, unwrapping it from your body. He’d seen you in close to nothing before, but never like this.

He eyes roam your now bare frame, and lets his hand rest on your cheek. “You’re so beautiful” he compliments before coming down to kiss you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Your lips smack loudly and shamelessly together. You’d imagined this for so long and now it was reality.

“Can I touch you?” He asks, parting lips for second and you squeak out a yes, connecting your lips again. Toms hand runs down your torso, and parts your thighs. You gasp when he runs a finger through your folds and finds your clit.

“Right there baby?” He asks, and you nod; eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. He rubs you just right, like you’d done this together a million times. He kisses your collarbone, letting his tongue trace over the raised ridge.

“Tom..” you moan, back arching into his kisses. He goes lower, pulling a nipple between his lips and sucking. You moan again, and Tom quickens his fingers between your legs. Your toes curl into the sheets as you grow closer to your peak.

“Not loud enough” he growls, hand reaching up and wrapping around your throat. “Cum for me Y/N” hums, mouth next to your ear and he squeezes the sides of your throat. You grips his bicep as you cum, squirming while he works you through it.

He lets go of your neck and you pant, trying to catch your breath. You look up at him and watch as he kicks off his shorts. You can’t take take your eyes off his dick, much thicker than you’d expected and your pussy clenches at the thought of it stretching you open.

“Please fuck me Tom” your voice is wobbly, probably from literally being choked you think.

“Fuck, flip over” he instructs and you comply happily. Face down, ass up in Tom Holland’s bed. He slaps your ass and you whimper.

“Look so pretty” he whispers and you dig your nails into the bed when the head of his cock pushes inside of you.

“Jesus Y/N” he groans, pushing in all the way He pulls out slowly, then slides back in. You let out a shaky breath, you felt so full.

“Want you to scream my name like earlier” he chuckles, giving you an extra hard thrust. He keeps up the quick, hard thrusts and you bite your arm to keep from screaming. You feel his hands hands grip your hips tighter and pull you back onto him. You have to lift your head up to breathe before biting your arm again but Tom notices this time.

“Fuck that!” He grabs your arms and pulls them behind your back, pounding you even harder. “Tom I’m gonna cum again” you cry out, and he moans, “Me too, baby”

Tom shifts behind you, the bed creaking. He puts one foot on the mattress, and rails into you. The sound of skin clapping echoes through the room, and you know the boys can hear.

“Tom!” You scream, just like he wanted; and your legs shake as your high washes over you. Tom thrusts sloppily a few more times before cumming inside of you.

You both pant, and Tom lays down beside you. “Do you think they heard?”

“Oh, they definitely heard”

[gamergirl929]

Scare Tactics (USWNT x Reader)

@heathtobination Request: A tour through a supposed ‘Haunted Hotel’ ends up giving the team more than they bargained for. As for the reader? She just wants to go to sleep.

Utter chaos and comedy ensues. 

You weren’t just exhausted; you were incredibly grumpy.  

You hadn’t slept well for the past few nights, stressing over making the Olympic Roster, so needless to say when team bonding meant going to a supposed ‘Haunted Hotel’ for a tour, you were even grumpier.  

“Seriously… I could be sleeping right now.” You gripe, following your teammates as they enter the ‘Haunted Hotel.’  

“You’re not even scared a little?” Sonnett mumbles and you shake your head.  

“I’m so not scared, that at the first couch I see, I’m taking a nap.”  

The front door slams shut behind you and everyone lets out a shriek, except you, instead, you turn to the door with an impassive face.  

“This is stupid.” You mumble, yawning loudly.

“You seriously aren’t even scared, are you?” Megan asks and you shake your head.  

“I’m too tired to be scared.”  

Just then the light above you starts to flicker, your teammates jumping while your eyes narrow.  

“I could be asleep right now.”  

                                                          ***

Your tour guide had ‘mysteriously’ disappeared, leaving you and the team alone in a ‘haunted hotel’.  

“Ughhh, she wasn’t kidnapped, she’s probably hiding in one of these locked rooms.” You knock on one of the locked doors before trying to shoulder it open.  

“Jesus Christ Y/N, don’t break the door down.” Kelley snorts and you shrug.  

“I’d be willing to smash a window if it meant I could go back to the hotel and sleep.” You stretch, shaking your head when you see someone round the corner a few feet away from the group.  

“DID YOU SEE THAT!?” Ashlyn shrieks, hiding behind Ali who nods, swallowing hard.  

“UGH.” You groan, turning to walk down the hallway, ignoring your teammate’s pleas for you to come back.  

“If you’re really a ghost, please come back and murder me.”  

You glance into the doorway the supposed ‘ghost’ walk through and grin.  

“A COUCH! SANCTUARY!” You yell, running to it and flopping down on top of it with a lengthy yawn.  

“She seriously doesn’t give a fuck, does she?” Kelley mumbles as she and the rest of the team look into the room you just entered, finding you already fast asleep on the couch.  

“No, no she doesn’t.”  

                                                          ***

The team decides to leave you behind, considering if they woke you up you’d probably be a lot scarier than any ghost in this hotel could be, they decide to continue their trek upstairs.  

Luckily for them the hotel wasn’t all that huge and when the power had gone out they could simply take the flight of stairs upwards.  

It’s when they reach the last floor, the third floor that Ashlyn feels a presence behind her.  

“Decided to come after all?” She asks, getting no response.  

Ashlyn lets out a terrified screech when something grabs her shoulder, she and her teammates all jump in fear.  

Ashlyn meanwhile is terrified, looking up and down the stairs for any signs of you, but you’re nowhere to be found.  

“I... Someone touched me!” She shakes her head, Tobin snorting.  

“Seriously?” She asks, unconvinced and the goalie nods.  

“YES!”  

“There’s nothing here to touch yo-

Ali lets out a high-pitched squeal, shuffling backwards against her wife’s chest.  

“THERE’S SOMETHING HERE.”  

Downstairs, you’d been woken from your peaceful slumber, your eyes narrowed.

“Yeah, a group of scaredy cats who won’t let me sleep.”  

Just as the words leave your mouth, you see someone peek around the corner into the room you’re currently lounging in.  

You snarl, grabbing for something blindly and throw it at the ‘ghost.’  

“Fuck off, I’m tired.”  

                                                          ***

“Is Y/N just sleeping downstairs? It must be nice to be an unaffected-

Emily screams when something flies off a nearby shelf, crashing to the floor.  

“BITCH!” She yells the rest of her sentence, earning a slap in the head from Kelley.

“She’s not a bitch, she just hasn’t been sleeping.”  

Alex ducks down behind Kelley when the door the group had just entered through loudly slams shut.  

“Protect me.” She mumbles, Kelley turning around to look at her with a blush before grinning cockily.  

“I am a defender.”  

Emily smirks, stepping in front of Lindsey.  

“I am too.” She grins charmingly, but when the sound of a woman crying penetrates her ears she ducks behind Lindsey.  

“I’m a mid-fielder.”  

Alyssa surprisingly, is using Julie as a human shield, holding her effortlessly in the air, the blonde grimacing.  

“Seriously?” She asks, Alyssa shrugging with an apologetic grin.  

Meanwhile, further down the hall, Ashlyn and some of the others, Megan, Ali, Christen, Tobin and Mallory are slowly making their way down the hall, peeking into each room nervously.  

“Why do I have to go first?” Ashlyn grumbles and Megan grins.  

“You’re the largest.”  

“Why not Christen? She runs the fastest...” The goalie mumbles, but before Christen can even open her mouth to speak she remember both Tobin and Mallory are basically hanging off her back.  

“That’s why.” She whispers, pointing over her shoulder at the two of them.  

“What? Us?” Tobin snorts. “We aren’t scared.”  

Mallory steps on a creaky floorboard and Tobin lets out a literal blood curdling scream that makes everyone else scream.  

Everyone turns to Tobin, the woman chuckling nervously.  

“Uh, sorry?”  

                                                          ***

“Look, there’s a perfectly logical explanation for what... Why do you have a broom?” Carli turns to Sam, the Tower of Power shrugging.  

“I think you mean why-

Rose lets out a screech, stopping midsentence when someone peeks out of a nearby room.  

“NOT.” Crystal finishes her sentence for her, ducking behind Sam along with Abby.  

Sam glances around, realizing Carli has vanished, but when she turns around, she realizes she too is ducked down behind her.  

“Y-You go right ahead. You’re armed.”  

The women jump when they hear someone yell, but quickly relax when they realize it’s you.  

“CAN YOU GUYS SHUT UP!?”  

Sam shakes her head.  

“How the hell is she unaffected by this...” She mumbles, slowly inching into one of the empty hotel rooms.  

“Is that blood...” Rose whispers, nodding to the ceiling where blood is seeping through.  

Becky winces.  

“I feel sorry for whoever is up there.”  

                                                          ***

“Please, please, please tell me that isn’t blood.” Julie whispers over and over again, Alyssa peeking over her shoulder to see the massive puddle of blood on the floor.  

Kelley turns around to give Alex an apologetic grin before sliding behind her.

“I’m retiring, you’re the defender now.”  

Alex scoffs.  

“Thanks Kel.”  

“No problem.”  

Slowly, Emily approaches the puddle of blood, her head turning back and forth as she kneels down, touching the sticky substance.  

“I swear to god Dasani.” Lindsey mumbles, grabbing her and pulling her away from the blood.  

Emily grimaces before reaching over and wiping her hand’s on Alex’s shirt, the woman scoffing.  

“Are you fucking serious?!” She squeaks, Emily shrugs.  

“Maybe.”  

Sonnett leads the charge towards the next room, slowly pushing the door open.  

It’s in that moment that utter chaos ensues, Sonnett isn’t even able to scream before something connects hard with her face and she’s sent sprawling, the women behind her shrieking in terror.  

“CHRISTEN!” Kelley yells and everyone goes silent, the forward’s green orbs wide.  

“Seriously!? You punched me in the face!” Emily yells, holding her nose.  

Alex snickers.  

“Serves you right.”  

                                                          ***

You’re stirred from your slumber by the heavy breathing of someone nearby, so close you can feel their breath on your face.  

“Jesus Christ, you need a mint.” You grumble, swatting your hand at them, it’s only when you open your eyes that you see the grossly disfigured man standing before you.  

You quickly realize you aren’t in the same room as you had been, now resting on a fairly comfortable bed that brings your exhaustion into stark relief.  

You simply roll over, your back now to the ‘ghost.’  

“Go away.”  

The ‘ghost’ taps your shoulder and you growl, scooting away from it.  

“Look buddy, you are your crew are doing great. I’m not in the mood.”  

You yawn when he pokes you again.  

“Listen, if you touch me again I’m going to turn you into a real ghost. Fuck off, I’m tired.”  

Much to your glee, the ‘ghost’ shuffles away sadly, unsuccessful in its attempt to scare you.  

“That’s better.”  

                                                          ***

“Wait, where the hell is Y/N? We can’t leave without her!” Mallory cries, glancing around worriedly.  

“She’s probably still downstairs.” Ashlyn whispers, the group of women heading towards the room where they last saw Y/N.

“SHIT!” Emily yells when she’s smacked hard in the stomach with what looks like a broom handle.  

“SAM!” She growls, the taller woman grinning apologetically.  

“Sorry?”  

Everyone glances around, eyes wide in horror when they see the room now has blood on its walls.  

“Where’s Y/N!?” Christen yells, swallowing hard, terrified at the thought of what could’ve happened to the young forward.  

“We have to find her.” Kelley whispers, abruptly leaving the room in search of one of the babies of the team.

Everyone freezes at the sound of a snort, Kelley turning to Alex with narrowed eyes.  

“She’s still fucking asleep, isn’t she?” She asks, pushing the door open where the snoring is coming from, shaking her head when she sees you fast asleep on the bed.  

“Someone, grab her so we can get out of here.” Becky whispers, Ashlyn rushing into the room and lifting you into her arms.  

“Ugh, if it’s the ghost again, I told you to fuck off.” You yawn, humming tiredly.  

“It’s not the ghost.” Ashlyn whispers and you smile tiredly.  

“Good, because you smell nice.” You nuzzle into her chest, the blonde shaking her head.  

The team rushes down the hallway, rounding the corner that leads to the entry way when it falls from the ceiling.  

Everyone let’s out a blood curdling scream as the bloody body falls to the floor, the team all rushing out the front door and out into the sunlight.

                                                          ***

“We’re all running around the damn house scared out of our minds, and you’re lying in bed telling a ghost to fuck off?” Kelley snorts and you shrug, watching on the television as Ashlyn carries you out of the ‘haunted hotel’ after they’d all decided they’d had their fill.  

“I’ve seen Scooby Doo, I know my shit.”  

Inevitably, it turned out that the ‘haunted hotel’ you’d toured was in fact set up to scare unsuspecting guests, much like yourself and your teammates, recording your reactions in real time.

Ashlyn throws her head back, scoffing.  

“I knew it was a TV show all along.”  

Ali snorts.  

“You screamed when the TV crew approached us outside.”  

“I did not!”  

Just then on the TV it shows Ashlyn letting out a horrified scream, the woman ducking behind Sam.  

Everyone turns to Ashlyn, brows arched.  

“I was in character.”  

You shake your head, smirking when you watch yourself send Ashlyn a glare, the woman waking you with her terrified scream.  

“I’m still too tired for this shit.”  

You nod, agreeing with your past self.

“Agreed.”  

“You’re always tired, you slept through a haunted house for fucks sake.” Emily mumbles voice a bit altered thanks to the bandage on her face.

You nod.  

“And I’d do it again.”  

[nazario-sayeed]

Interruption (Ethan X F!MC)

Author's note: It's been forever since I've posted an Ethan fic so I was searching for prompts to help me out of my writer's block and came across the following prompt: "I was wondering how long you two were going to make out like that before you realize you weren’t alone" and this is the result. I miss Open Heart, y'all. English is not my first language. Also, I can't pick a decent title even if my life depends on it. 

PS: This has been sitting on my drafts for weeks and after that blog post that made me lose my mind, it seemed like a good timing. 

Warnings/rating: M (some implied sexual content, kissing, swearing; it's mostly a dumb pointless fic. Seriously, it's the dumbest thing I've ever written, that's the biggest warning, I don't even know why I am posting it) 

Word count: around 1800

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Ethan and Lexie tried to keep away from each other. They really did. For about two months, they actually managed to not run back to each other and both of them felt miserable because of it. If they weren't so committed to their jobs, it would have taken a week rather than a couple of months until they found their way into each other's arms again. They kept ending up intertwined in his office, a supply closet or even an on-call room and saying it'd be the last time. In one month, they had at least 5 encounters that were said to be "the last time". After a while they stopped lying to themselves and simply fully gave in to their feelings. 

He was still her boss, though, so they had to be careful with their relationship. Keeping it a secret was not ideal and not what they wanted, because honestly neither of them were ashamed or thought they had something that had to be hidden, but their coworkers might not think the same- especially now that Ethan was working as her direct supervisor. Lexie's roommates kind of knew about them, but they pretended they didn't; they didn't really say anything after that awkward moment when they ran into Ethan sneaking out of their apartament the morning after the hearing and Lexie wouldn't be the one to bring it up. All of them- Ethan, Lexie, her roommates- pretended nothing had happened. 

But then the two of them got together again and it felt painfully hard to pretend nothing was going on.  

Ethan used to despise those doctors who couldn't keep their personal life away from work; even when he dated Harper, none of their coworkers knew because they acted like professionals within the hospital walls. Even the thought of hooking up inside the hospital used to make him almost physically sick- how could these doctors not show one bit of self control at work? But with Lexie, it was pathetically easy for him to forget what self control was. They spent so much time apart that when they finally did get together again, it was like something lit up inside of him: he couldn't get enough of her once all of those feelings that had been eating him alive- need, longing, passion- were finally released. And even the smallest thing was enough to light up the fire inside of him. One stole glance during rounds, or an "accidental" touch while they were working with the diagnosis team was enough to distract him for the rest of the day- and then he wasn't able to think about anything else at all until he could get her alone. 

On the middle of a particular crazy shift, after he had spent all day thinking about the little glance she had given him during rounds followed by the smallest lip bite, he ran into her just outside an on-call room and he had no choice but to take her inside before she could say anything. He immediately locked the door and pushed her against it, kissing her in a way that made her knees weak.

"Dr. Ramsey, what was that for?" she asked him with a mischievous glint on her eyes, a little breathless with her arms still around his neck. He looked at her with so much intensity that she thought she would melt.

"I have been thinking about you all day, Lexie. I couldn't wait to get my hands on you" he said, leaning down to kiss her neck. She let out a soft gasp, tenderly threading her fingers through the soft hair on the back of his head.  

"Well, this is way more fun than running labs, so please carry on" she pulled him to her lips again, moaning quietly into his mouth as his hands explored her back underneath her scrubs, his touch setting her skin on fire.

Their kisses grew more heated and passionate as they both stumbled across the room until the back of her knees hit one of the bunk beds and she fell down with a loud thud, pulling him on top of her. Their mouths didn’t part as Lexie pushed his white coat over his shoulders to the floor.

They kept kissing urgently on the small bed as their hands explore each other's bodies, but just as Ethan reached to pull her scrub top over her head, they were interrupted by the beep of a pager.

"Ughhh" she groaned as she reached to check her device "It's not mine" 

He kissed her jaw and picked up his pager from where it was tossed on the floor, somewhere inside the pocket of his white coat.

"It's not mine either."

"What?"

"Uh, actually, it's mine" they heard a voice above them. Fuck.

Ethan and Lexie just looked at each other and froze, not sure about what to do- not sure if there was anything they could do at this point. Just then, they felt someone moving on the bed above them and watched, petrified, as Bryce climbed out of the bunk bed and looked at them with a smirk on his face.

"I was wondering how long you two were going to make out like that before you realize you weren’t alone" he said, picking up his stethoscope and hanging it around his neck.  

Lexie was the first to break out of their shocked state- she gently created some distance between her and Ethan, pointlessly trying to regain some of her dignity. She could feel her face burning and couldn't bring herself to look at Bryce's face- he didn't even have to say anything to tease her, just one look would be enough to let her know he would never ever let her forget about this.

"Bryce, I'm so sorry, we obviously thought we were alone in here and we know on-call rooms are for sleeping and not for- well, you know- but..." Lexie finally met his eyes as she desperately tried to explain herself but the surgeon cut her off, holding his hands up in mocking defense.

"Hey, relax. I don't care about what you do in here. I mean, I've definitely thought about pushing a certain hot paramedic inside an on-call room more than once, so no judgment. Let me just grab my stuff and I'll be out of here in a second and you can get back at it" he said with a bright smile, trying to ease the tension. Ethan had not said a word this whole time- he looked like he wanted to bury himself in the floor or punch Bryce but wasn't sure about which one he should do first. Instead, he cleared his throat.

"Uh, Dr. Lahela isn't it?" Ethan asked, his voice not as firm as it usually was. Bryce noded, trying as hard as he could to keep a straight face. "I would appreciate if you didn't mention what you saw here to anyone. Given our situation, I'm sure you can understand a need for some, uh, discretion"

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Next time, just make sure you're alone." he said and then smirked at the two flustered doctors, deciding to tease them just a bit more "Or, you know, you could ask me to join you, you two look hot together."

Ethan mouth hang open in shock as Bryce winked at them.

“Okay Bryce, time to leave. Don’t you have someone to cut open right now?” Lexie jumped off the bed and practically shoved a laughing Bryce out of the room, her face impossibly red.

Once he was out of the room, she shut and locked the door behind her with a heavy sigh. Ethan buried his face on his hands and groaned.

She opened her eyes and looked at Ethan- who seemed at least as flustered as she felt- and as their eyes met, they both burst out laughing. Out of breath, she closed the distance between them and sat by his side on the bed, still laughing. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer, smiling.

"I don't think I'll ever be able to look into Dr. Lahela's face again" Ethan said while he laid down and pulled her to lay with him, arms around each other. She turned on her stomach and rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him. As his blue eyes stared into hers, she decided to take a risk.

"Maybe we should tell people about us, Ethan. What happened today would be uncomfortable no matter what, but we were lucky it was only Bryce here. What if it had been someone else? Someone who might not had taken it as easily as he did? Maybe we should come clean before anyone uses it against us. If we really have nothing to hide, why are we keeping it a secret, you know?" Lexie tried to read his face but he was as stoic as ever. Her emotional side wanted to scream at the top of her lungs that she and Ethan were in a relationship, but her rational side knew it was better to keep it low for as long as they could. It was delusional to think that everyone would take it as smoothly as Bryce did- and being a female resident in a relationship with an attending, she knew they would come for her, not him. But as she looked deeply into his eyes, she realized she didn’t give a shit about what other people could say or think.

“You’re right. Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asked, gently pushing her dark bangs off her face. He knew it as well as she did that their relationship could negatively affect her career and reputation more than his, and he would never forgive himself if their relationship was the reason why she had a future and career anything less than extraordinary. She smiled and took his hand on hers, bringing it to her lips and kissing it with a soft glow on her eyes.

“Yeah, I’m sure” I’m ready to tell the world you’re mine.

He gave her a rare, true smile- one of those that could light up even her darkest moments, that made her sure they could get through this as long as they had each other’s backs. She couldn’t help but smile with him as he pulled her face to his, kissing her deeply.

It didn’t take long until the kiss grew more heated, and soon enough her hands found their way to the buttons of his shirt.

“We can tell people later, don't you think?" she said, kissing his neck. He mumbled an agreement and pulled her to straddle his lap, running his hand through the side of her body. She smirked and unbuttoned his shirt slowly. "Now, where were we before we got interrupted?"

Just like that, Bryce’s interruption was quickly forgotten and they went back to do what they originally went to on-call room for.

[whyamistillwatchingtheseshows]

@strangegames Perhaps this was quieter than I expected, but someone did tell me that the realization kiss from Mork is going to- well, I won’t tell you when it’ll be. Maybe you don’t want to know just yet. Let’s imagine that Mork comes to realizations rather quickly, I mean he kind of was when Kitty entered the picture, but I also want to (for now) eliminate possible angst and (any of) the dreaded scenes where Mork is getting beat up (not ready)...However, here is your fic request: 

Mork wanted Sun to win the coffee competition more than anything else in this entire world. Okay, so he wanted him to win and he also wanted him. Mork shook his head at that inner voice inside his head making the confession. It’s true. He had feelings for him. It’s just Mork didn’t know what to do with those feelings. He never considered himself a romantic. How in the hell would I be able to do all that cutesy stuff in a relationship? Like the other night when P’Sun stared at me in bed. Mork dived under the covers to hide. Sun never saw that he went to sleep with a pleased smile on his face. 

Kitty’s laugh broke Mork’s thoughts. No, more like intruded them. He put a hand to his cheek and rested an elbow on the counter, watching them at “their” table. Mork muttered, mimicking their talking. A hand waved in his face. 

“Excuse me,” a customer called him. “Kitty?” 

“My apron is in the wash so I’m wearing a former employee’s,” Mork said through gritted teeth. And girlfriend the inner voice told him. Shut up. “You can call me Mork. What can I get for you?” The customer raised curious eyebrows and gave the menu a glance. 

“Just a skinny vanilla latte, please, thank you.”  Mork smiled and went to making her order. This time Sun’s laugh reached his ears. What are they laughing about? It felt bizarre to watch Sun interact with her like it was a coffee date. Excuse you, Kitty, but we had a two day coffee date to find these coffee beans. Mork composed himself. Mork! What are you thinking? Calm down. You never go out looking for fights to blow off steam. Just calm down. Also you made a promise. 

The customer thanked him for the order and took a table with her friends. Sun sauntered over to the counter. A hand landed on Mork’s. He gulped. “Thank you for keeping it steady while I work with Kitty.” 

“No problem,” Mork managed to speak. “You two have a lot of work if you want to win the competition. I believe in you…” Mork stopped himself just short of that last bit. Sun gave him that smile. The one where his eyes were smiling too and Mork scoffed. “Uh...yeah, just go.” Mork shooed him with a hand. Sun kept smiling at him and he slowly backed away to join Kitty again. 

---

“You’re not seeing Kitty today?” Mork asked Sun when he appeared in the kitchen to put on his apron. He was getting used to working the cafe alone. It was becoming fun. 

“I am seeing Kitty today,” Sun answered. Mork’s face faltered. Sun only laughed. “She’s standing right in front of me.” Mork huffed. I need my own apron. For the love of… 

“There’s actually a new drink I want to make for you. We came up with it yesterday and we think it gets rid of that peach flavor.” Mork knew that perhaps Sun was only doing this for that snide remark he made. They weren’t open for twenty minutes so Sun made the drink. Mork tried it. 

“There’s no peach flavor here, but it doesn’t mean much because I didn’t try it the way it was before,” Mork told him. 

“Mork, what you think means very much to me. After all, it was you who convinced me to keep my head up and go for my dream. It’s why I took you to the mountains to find our coffee beans.” 

Our coffee beans. Mork didn’t know what to say. Sun said that he’d spend time convincing Mork that he no longer hates him. Sun said he would show him how he feels. Mork finished the drink. It was good and besides he needed the pick me up. Sun didn’t say much of anything else as time dwindled down to start another work day. 

--

Later that night, they were doing the usual closing up routine. Chairs up on tables so they could easily mop the floor...etc...etc...Mork was putting up a chair when he mumbled, “I think I have feelings for you.” Sun stopped in his tracks, standing in the middle of the cafe, feeling like a giddy idiot holding a mop bucket. 

“What did you say?” Sun didn’t want to jump to conclusions. 

“Never mind,” Mork shook his head. Sun let go of the mop. He planted himself next to Mork who was still gripping the legs of the upside down chair. 

“What did you say?” Mork didn’t dare look at him. Did he? Shit. 

“I’m falling in love with you? Is that what this is?” Mork exclaimed, his voice rising a little louder than he wanted. A patient Sun took both of his hands and brought fingers to his lips. Mork let out the breath he’d been holding. 

“So you’re saying you love me?” 

“I don't know.” Mork took his hands back. “Why else do you think I couldn’t stand watching those men insult you? Why else do you think I intervened...though me intervening still got you hurt so there’s that.” Mork kept looking at the floor because that was best. If he looked at Sun’s face he’d lose all self-control. Sun apparently wanted him to lose it because his face was grabbed. 

Mork whined. “Stop it.” He shut his eyes, clearly aware of hands on his cheeks. Clearly aware of a thumb raking over his bottom lip. But he didn’t open his eyes. Mork imagined he was probably giving him a smile that would blind him like the very thing that is his name. 

“Sun,” Mork mumbled with eyes still closed. “If you’re going to kiss me you better do it now before I make an escape.” Mork was nervous on his feet, swaying a little bit. 

“Open your eyes.” Mork stomped his feet like a petulant child. He didn’t care what it looked like. He shook his head. “Open your eyes.” 

“Ughhh, fine.” Mork opened his eyes. Sure enough he was blinded by a smirk and smiling eyes. “Your face is going to be the death of me.” 

“Mork, I lo-” Mork interrupted him with a kiss. Sun stumbled backwards a little bit, but caught his face with both hands. Mork didn’t need to hear Sun say it just yet. They’ll have time to throw those three little words around in several hundred different ways, but right now all Mork wanted to do was show Sun how much he cared. He wanted Sun to know that he hurts when Sun hurts. Mork wanted him to know that he will defend him at all costs even if he promised no more fighting. Mork didn’t think a kiss would make him realize all of those feelings so quickly but it did. Sun tangled fingers into hair, his other hand falling to Mork’s waist. With lips still connected Mork felt himself pulled closer, his body now fully against Sun’s. They broke the kiss. Sun dropped the hand from his hair to press it into the small of his back. The feeling from just a simple touch was enough to knock the wind out of him. Differently than a punch to the gut, but nonetheless, nearly the same. Then Sun, with a beaming smile, pulled that cutesy shit again by laying his forehead against his. That inner voice popped into his head: Is this what love feels like?

[candyshua]

It’s a Long Way Home | Chapter 4

Pairing: Joshua x Minghao x Reader

Synopsis: It was dark, and then it was light. You’re finally lucid. After 15 years of not being conscious, you wake up in a desolate and post-apocalyptic earth where infected flesh-eating beings roam the streets. Soon enveloped into a mysterious group of survivors, you consistently wonder who they are. But most importantly, who are you?

Genre: Heavy angst, some fluff here and there

Warnings: Gore, bad language, physical & verbal abuse

Word Count: 2.6k

Throughout the time period of a few weeks, you drifted in and out of consciousness hazily. Joshua and Minghao checked up on you daily, along with Cleo, Margo, Junhui, and of course Seungkwan. You were high on morphine for the majority of the first week, the second week you slept most of the time. The third week is when you started to slowly get better, recuperating with baby steps. The fourth week is when you were again coherent, and most of your bruises and wounds had healed. Of course, there would be some scars that never faded.

Throughout your hazy isolated rendezvous, you had dreamed of many things. You were convinced some of the dreams were memories, but you couldn't remember them. All you could process is that there was a doctor whom you were terrified of.

Now on the fifth week, you decided to contribute to Fort Lockwood. You had gained everyone's trust (even Junhui's) much to your surprise. Today, you were to go back to your assigned house, where you'd live with Cleo and Margo. They welcomed you warmly, for which you were eternally grateful. Everyday, you'd help out just about everywhere, until working with Seungkwan is where you realized you were much more useful than you thought.

Many important bits of knowledge came to your head while helping out various patients, until you realized that you were very educated on the topic of medicine. You knew how to address a wound, what medication to give them, yet you were still frustrated. Where had you learned this?

One night, while walking back from a shift at the community "hospital", Joshua had approached you. You walked in each other's silence quite comfortably, until he broke it. "Are you okay?" He asked, and you knew he wasn't asking about your injuries, or your recent experiences with Seungcheol, he was just asking you if you were comfortable.

"Slowly, memories are coming back to me. I don't know if I'm okay, but I don't think I am." You admitted, the two of you walking down the sidewalk. You reached his house, and he made the notion for you to come in, and you did so quietly. Junhui was passed out on the couch, so the two of you sneaked quietly up stairs. You arrived in his room, which was next to Minghao's (his door was closed which did not surprise you in the slightest). His room was quite plain, the beige walls and king sized bed were the main parts of it. There was a plain wooden dresser, and the floor itself was a tan rug. His curtains were closed (it was a rule to do so at night when a lamp was turned on), but you had a feeling it'd be closed anyway. What grabbed your attention was a picture on his nightstand. It was a framed, old photo, with him and what looked like his mother in front of the Statue of Liberty. You picked up the frame without thinking, while Joshua closed the door. He looked over to you and you smiled shyly, and he didn't know why he smiled so easily around you, but he just did.

You two sat on the floor of his room, legs crossed while you held one of his pillows. He admired the way you leaned on the pillow you head, your cheek squished against the soft material. "Can I tell you a secret?" You questioned, positioning yourself to a more upright pose. Joshua merely nodded. "I-I'm not okay. But no one is, because everybody has lost somebody, but I just lost myself." You admitted, Joshua's intent gaze on you the whole time.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He said, and you nodded just like he did. "I'm really fucking scared, Y/N. I don't know how exactly I became the leader of this place, and I don't know what to do with it. I just want to keep the human race alive for as long as possible. But it's hard when people are trying to kill you, and it's even harder when you kill them. I've done a lot of fucked up shit, but everybody has. Everybody. I'm just afraid that this is it for us - humans - I'm afraid that there will be no more future generations to clean up the mess that was created. I'm just so scared." Joshua rambled, his brown eyes sad and intent while his soft voice said all the words that made him more likable. You looked up into his eyes, those beautiful brown orbs swimming with many unreadable emotions. You swallowed.

"I'm scared too. I'm getting to know myself, all while comprehending the fact that I killed people when I could've solved it differently, but I killed them." You said, eyes distant and empty.

"We have all killed. Even the kids here have, it's what you do to stay alive. The first person I killed was my mother." He said, those words hanging in the air. You sucked in a sharp breath, letting him continue.

"She was bitten. I shot her before she could turn. This was about six months in, and a part of me still isn't over it. It's a miracle that I've survived three whole years in this mess, but I stayed alive for her. So her death wouldn't be another meaningless end to a sad unlucky life." He explained.

"You've managed to stay a good person throughout all of this. I think that's why you're the leader of this place," You began abruptly, "because you're genuine. Your intentions aren't malicious, you aren't power hungry nor evil. You're a good human being, and that's why you're still alive. It may seem like the evil people rule this world now, or those infected things, but if you manage to stay a good person you're stronger than other those other evil bastards. You're strong, Josh."

He gave you a small but authentic smile, and you returned it shyly. You were glad that you came across a person like Joshua throughout this horrendous confusing life, because with him you felt a little less lost. "I should get going." You muttered, standing up. But Josh reached up to your wrist and held it, looking up at you with hooded, tired eyes.

"Stay." He almost pleaded, so you sat down next to him immediately. You wanted to stay anyway.

-

You didn't realize how long you two had been talking until it started to get a little lighter outside. You told Joshua everything that you could remember, from waking up in the city to your experiences with Seungcheol. You talked about your memories, showed him your scar, and tried to figure out what your memories meant with him. But in between those heavy topics, lighthearted ones bloomed peacefully. You'd share the occasional giggle with him, along with playful banter. It felt like you had known Josh for years, and he felt the same. His heart felt light when talking to you, which was quite odd. Even when talking to his best friends, the stress of responsibility weighed him down. But when talking with you, he forgot all of his troubles in the world. His undivided attention was focused on you, and you only.

"Have we been talking for that long?" You giggled, and he nodded with a light frown on his face. You heard the door of Minghao's room creak open, to which you looked at Joshua confusedly.

"He gets up at dawn, and goes and works out in our gym." Joshua explained, and you nodded. "If you want to sleep, go ahead. I don't get much sleep anyway, so this won't affect me much."

"I don't get much sleep either, to be quite honest." You admitted, so you walked downstairs with Josh and started making breakfast with him. "What are the plans for today?" You asked while Joshua was frying eggs.

"Since you're kind of weak from all of your injuries, Minghao is going to train you today, since he just wants you back in shape. When you finish eating, head over there ASAP."

"'ASAP?'" You questioned.

"As soon as possible." Joshua chuckled, and you nodded innocently.

-

To be quite honest, you needed to get back in shape. You became soft after five weeks of doing absolutely nothing, and softies didn't survive in this world. "Hey Minghao." You greeted, walking into their "gym" casually. It was merely the basement of their "hospital" with punching bags, various equipment, and some mats.

"Mhm." The preoccupied Minghao responded. He was sprinting on a treadmill, his harsh eyes completely focused on the task at hand.

"It's Y/N. I'm here for 'training'." You further explained, which caused him to realize that it was you, and then turn off the treadmill.

"Hi."

"Hey! How are-"

"I'm so sorry." Minghao interrupted, which only made you chuckle lightly.

"I know, and I forgive you. We've been over this many times." You responded, with a warm grin plastered on your face.

"I'm such a pussy. I shouldn't have ran, it was selfish of me. I only ran because I needed to get more people so we could come and save you, Y/N. I would never run solely to save myself-"

"I know." You sarcastically said, already exhausted.

-

Within 15 minutes of your training session, you were burnt out. But, Minghao was merciless. He pushed you until you physically couldn't move, and the moment you could you were back on your feet.

You worked on your fighting, your stamina, and your overall strength. You lifted weights, ran for what felt like hours, swung at the punching bags mercilessly, and now it was time to face off with him. "Please go easy." You huffed.

Minghao couldn't help but find you incredibly cute. Whenever he trained, he became serious, strict, and quite mean. You were no exception, but your cuteness definitely challenged him. "No." He spat, and you rolled your eyes.

To be fair, you held up a good fight. It took Minghao a good fifteen minutes to pin you to the ground, and even then you still fought. You struggled underneath his tight grip, his legs sprawled across you so you couldn't kick him. "Ughhh!" You groaned, which resulted in a slight smirk on Minghao's end.

He lied next to you on the mat you just fought on, breathing slightly quicker than usual. He was barely fazed, unlike you, you were a glistening sweaty mess whose breathing could not slow down. Suddenly, a pang reverberated through your head. You closed your eyes, knowing what exactly was about to happen.

"You need to learn all of these things, Y/N, so you can survive when you're down there." Your father explained while you were hunched over, hands on your knees.

"I know, Dad. I'll try harder." You promised, and the both of you knew that your promises were sacred. You continued to fight with your father, until you managed to flip him over when he attacked you. He landed with a loud thud, but he showed no sign of pain.

"Good job, Y/N!" He encouraged, and you wore a genuine smile after succeeding. Smiling was a rare occasion, so your dad savored the moment. He savored every moment with you, because you were the most important thing to him. He loved you, and he made sure you knew that while you still could.

You were sixteen, and at that age you were a desperate and curious soul. You would indulge in books about medicine, human anatomy, and much more. Learning is what kept you sane, along with your dad.

"One more round, Y/N." Your father demanded, and you nodded and got back up. He loved you so much, and you would never remember how much he did.

"Oh my god." You said breathlessly, holding your head in a hunched over position. Minghao's worried face was actually quite cute, and he held you trying to calm you down. Each time you remembered something, the pain was less severe. "Minghao...I think I know why I can fight. My father taught me." You mumbled, while Minghao furrowed his eyebrows.

"What?"

"My father. He trained me how to fight, so I could survive while I'm 'down there'." You explained.

"What?"

"My exact thought." You responded. Was "down there" here? Why was earth down? Where were you at that time?

"Y/N, your memories will come back slowly. But eventually, all of your questions will be answered." Minghao said with an insightful tinge to it. A few moments of comfortable silence passed until Minghao spoke up again. "Y/N," He began, "why'd you tell me to run? Why did you save me, instead of yourself?"

"Because, people need you. You're important. I'm not." You muttered, shrugging casually. You soon felt his hands on your shoulders, long, calloused fingers and a large palm. He forced you to face him, his brown eyes boring into your irises, while he clenched his jaw tightly.

"You're important to me." He stated, his words leaving a thick tension in the air. "Don't ever pull shit like that again, I was worried sick about you."

"But you barely knew me." You argued, which was quite true.

"People who go out of their way to save my life are automatically important to me. You have saved me twice now, and I owe you just about everything. I'm sorry if I'm a jerk at times, it's just who I am, but don't ever doubt your importance."

His gaze was intense, and you - a naturally dominant person - felt vulnerable under his dominant eyes.

"Minghao," You muttered, "who are you?"

He sighed. He knew he owed it to you, you had to know who exactly he was. You deserved to know the horrible things he had done, because he knew that you enjoyed his company, but usually nobody ever does once they find out the truth.

You had learned that his parents were Chinese immigrants, so he was fluent in the language. You had also learned he had a girlfriend he was engaged to when the outbreak began, and he watched her turn because he was too scared to save her. "I just stood there, frozen, as the love of my life died right in front of me." Is what he had said specifically.

He also told you about what that had turned him into. After the death of his girlfriend, he became a monster. He killed survivors, stole their supplies, and continued to live on his own.

That was until one night, when Joshua, Junhui, and Seungkwan weren't important figures but mere struggling survivors, came across Minghao in a house on Lockwood Street. He had begged for them to kill him, because he was horrible, he was a monster, worse than the infected. He was a fucking monster.

But they refused. And slowly, Minghao unwound his past to them, thinking he was horrible. But he changed, and slowly he got over the love of his life, and he built Fort Lockwood with them, and two women they met along the way.

He expected you to hate him, and spit on him like you did with Seungcheol. Instead, you hugged him. "I'm glad I saved you." You whispered in his ears, the soft echoes of your voice making the hairs on his neck stand up straight.

"When you're lost, you let yourself go. You lose all sense of who you are, and I never exactly had one in the first place. But if it weren't for you and your group, who knows what would've happened? You don't need my forgiveness, nor your victims' forgiveness as well. You need your own, Hao." You stated sagely, giving him a spontaneous new nickname.

He was taken aback by how wise your words were, and how much he needed them. You were completely right, and it surprised Minghao to no end. Instead of dwelling over your words, he got back up.

"We need to continue training," He said, but he did that for selfish reasons. He needed you to get back in shape, so that you could protect yourself again. He needed you to survive.

He just needed you.

[xserpentlife]

Woah

Requested: @louistwinslover Hey, Love! I was wondering if I could send in a request with Sweet Pea where the reader is dating him and is Fangs' sister and she wants to get initiated in but knows the boys won't approve of her doing the dance. So she doesn't tell them she's doing it and they walk into the Wyrm ready to see a girl dance and realize it is her and freak out and go into a protective mode? Thank you!! You're the best and I love your blog layout.

A/N: I love this, thank you to my beta @wayward-river as always check her out she is incredible

Warnings: Dirty talk kind of? That’s it I think

Summary: What happens when you wanna do the dance but your brother and boyfriend say no? What happens when you do it anyway and they catch you?

Y/N POV

“Hey, babe so I’ve been thinking…”

“What are you up to Y/N?”

“Well, you and Fangs are Serpents and I…”

“No, hell no”

“And why the hell not!”

“It’s dangerous baby, and to get initiated I don’t want you to do that”

“But Pea”

“No, Y/N and Fangs won’t say yes either”

“But initiation cannot be that bad”

“It is and even if I said to join, Fangs would never let you anyway”

“Fine”

“So you won’t join”

“No I guess not, but I am still going to talk to Fangs and see what he says”

“Alright, but he is going to say no”

“I guess we’ll see”

“Alright, baby I gotta run class starts in five I’ll see you later okay?”

“Bye babe” Pea leaned over pecking you on the lips quickly before getting up and walking to class. You made your way to the student lounge where Fangs would be during the free period you both shared.

“Fangs!”

“Y/N what the hell are you okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

“What do you mean why you burst in here yelling what’s going on”

“I wanna join the Serpents”

“No”

“No?”

“Your not joining, that’s final we have talked about this before”

“You said I could join eventually I’m 19 now”

“Yeah and you asked me last year when you were 18 you’re too young”

“Fangs we are literally the same age that makes no sense, just let me join”

“No baby sis”

“I am not a baby again, same age”

“I don’t care your still not joining and that’s final” Before you could say anything else Kevin came in grabbing Fang’s arm and dragging him out of the classroom.

“UGHHH!”

“Girl what’s got you so mad”

“Fucking Fangs and Sweet Pea”

“Why what’s going on Y/N”

“So much Toni, so much”

“Tell me, maybe I can help”

“You know what maybe you can…”

“So what’s going on”

“I wanna join the Serpents but I asked both of them and they said no. I mean I get they don’t want me to get hurt during initiation I remember how they were when they came home from it but I don’t care I want to be a Serpent”

“You don’t know do you?”

“Know what?”

“The girl initiation isn't a beating like the guys is”

“What do you mean Toni?”

“The serpent dance”

“The what now?”

“That is initiation, the Serpent Dance. It is misogynistic. Girls dance and guys get beat”

“Your kidding right”

“Nope you have to dress skimpy and dance on a pole for like a minute or two and then you get your jacket”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah”

“So you're telling me Fangs and Pea are not scared of me getting hurt they just don’t want me to show my body”

“I guess… they probably just don’t want guys gawking and catcalling you, the dance is stupid anyway”

”Yeah I get that it is stupid but how the fuck can they tell me no and act like they control my body that’s bullshit. I am doing that fucking dance, and I am getting that damn jacket Toni”

“If you wanna do it I’m with you girl, how soon do you want to do it?”

“As soon as possible I guess, I am tired of being under Serpent protection I want to be a full Serpent I basically have been for years, I just want to be official”

“Well how about tonight”

“Tonight!”

“You said you wanted to do it as soon as possible tonight is the night than”

“What about Fangs and Pea”

“I’ll talk to Jug and I’ll get him to give them a job”

“Alright thanks, Toni, I’ll see you tonight” You listened as the bell rang and Toni left. You walked out to Sweet Pea’s bike waiting for him to come out.

“Hey baby girl”

“Hey Pea, we hanging out tonight?”

“Can’t baby me and Fangs have a job and then we are going to the Wyrm, I’m sorry”

“Don’t be I’ll just get some homework done, see you later tonight yeah?”

“Yeah” You walked to the shared trailer between you and Sweet pea and dug for an outfit to wear. You decided on a black bra with a pair of black underwear. You thought the outfit was too simple so you took a black t-shirt you had and cut it up wrapping the material up your leg. You grabbed the only pair of heels you owned which were black and luckily matched slipping them on. You hated heels and never wore them but you were glad you had them at the moment. You looked your self over in the mirror realizing your outfit seemed a little too simple for a Serpent dance so you grabbed a belt Sweet Pea never wore off the table and wrapped it around your body letting it hang loosely. You then grabbed a bandana. Everyone knew you as the girl that wore them. If they ever saw someone with a bandana in their pocket or hair it was always you. It was like a signature you had. You threw on one of Sweet Pea’s hoodies before locking the trailer door and heading to the Wyrm.

“Hey, Toni!”

“Hey girl you ready”

“I think so, the outfit may be a little much but I guess we will see”

“What do you wanna dance to”

“Pour some sugar on me, we gonna go coyote ugly up in this bitch”

“You’re insane”

“Gotta get in the mood right?”

“I guess so, you're going on in ten okay?”

“Alright”

“Go backstage when you hear the song start come out, there's a girl in front of you then it’s your turn”

“Okay” You went back behind the stage and watched the girl before you dance. She did everything right. The way her body curved to the music and the fluidity she had around the pole was almost mesmerizing. You hoped you would be that good. She walked off stage after being handed her jacket and you knew that you would be up soon. You heard your music star and walked out beginning your dance. In the distance you saw Toni clapping and cheering you on, you got more and more into it.

Sweet Pea’s POV

“Fangs get in the truck I wanna get going”

“Me too dude thank god we got done early, I’m excited”

“Why?”

“We’re going to the Wyrm right?”

“Yeah”

“Well dances are tonight bro, and we’re gonna get back early enough to catch some of em”

“Eh I don’t really care  about them too much ever since Y/N and I started dating, but yeah I’m down to go watch only for like an hour ago I wanna get home to spend some time with her”

“Is my baby sister making Pea soft!”

“I’m not soft I just love my girlfriend, okay, plus I'd rather watch her sexy ass than those girls dancing anyday”

“You are vile Sweet Pea, that is my sister your talking about!”

“Just be glad you live a few trailers down”

“OH MY GOD, thank god we are here I can’t deal with you any longer, let’s go” It was always fun to tease Fangs about his sister. Fangs and I walked into the Wyrm hearing the familiar song that Y/N loved playing. We walked to the bar waving to Toni.

“Hey Toni two beers please”

“Sure thing Pea, Hey Fangs”

“Hey Toni” I took a sip of the beer turning around before it split directly out of my mouth and onto the floor in front of me. I punched Fangs making him turn around and I pointed to the stage.

“Fangs!”

“Is that…”

“Woah!”

“No way”

“I’d know that ass anywhere”

“There’s no way, we told her no”

“You act like she listens”

“But still that isn’t her”

“Dude I know the body, also what other girl wears bandanas it’s like her call sign, that ass is definitely Y/N’s and damn does she look good in that outfit holy shit”

“Sweet Pea! That is my sister! Shut up! We need to get her down” I looked to my left hearing a guy moaning about Y/N’s dancing

“Hold that thought Fangs.” I walked over to the guy tapping him on the shoulder.

“Talk about my girlfriend like that one more time and that beer bottle is gonna end up inside your ass got it, I suggest you get out of this bar before I change my mind” I walked back over to Fangs. He tried walking up to the stage but I grabbed him first.

“You can’t the song is almost done anyway, if we take her down now, she doesn’t get initiated and she’s just gonna do it again”

“She has 30 seconds exactly”

“25 is all she needs, and I’m gonna enjoy the view for the time being” “Sweet Pea!”

“Shut it, Fogarty, not like it’s the first time I’m seeing that much of her”

“Oh my god Toni, give me a shot”

“On it Fangs” The song was slowly coming to an end as Y/N got off the pole. Fangs and I running up to the stage. I stripped my jacket off before placing it over her shoulders and blocking her view from all the guys and girls that were gawking at her. I dragged her backstage.

Y/N POV

“Y/N what were you thinking” Oh god they were not supposed to be here. They were supposed to be on a job so they missed your dance

“Fangs, Pea. I didn’t think you would be here, I-”

“Y/N how could you be so crazy, I had to stand here and listen to Pea saying how hot your ass was”

“Look Fangs I wanted to be a Serpent I was going to do it with or without your permission regardless, and there is nothing you can do about it now” You were worried that Sweet pea was mad at you considering that he hadn’t said anything yet.

“I’m going to get a drink Y/N, Sweet Pea keep her covered” You looked to Sweet Pea staring at you mouth agape.

“Pea… are, are you mad”

“Woah. That was hot baby girl”

“You liked it?”

“Of course I did, I mean the guys and girls looking at you not so much, but the dance, you looked hot as hell”

“Really, so your not mad?”

“I never thought you were going to listen, when have you ever listened”

“You weren't supposed to see it you or Fangs”

“Baby girl if you didn’t want us to know it was you try to not wear your call sign, the bandana was a dead giveaway, plus your ass I’d recognize anywhere” He brought his lips to yours pecking them quickly before pulling away. “Wait is that my belt?”

“Maybe”

“Oh so you stole my belt too, what do you say we put that belt to a different use when we get back to the trailer, you know I really should punish you for not listening”

“Let’s go”

“The only sad thing is we can’t leave your brother” You let the jacket slip off your shoulders as an “accident” and you bent down slowly to pick it up. “Oh fuck it we are definitely leaving your brother, Toni can bring him home later” he grabbed your hand walking out of the bar before Fangs stopped the both of you.

“Where are you two going”

“She has to be punished Fangs, See ya” You were dragged out of the bar shocked as yous topped in your tracks.

“Why would you say that to my brother”

“I’ve been teasing him about you all night, it’s funny”

“Plus he would've kept talking if I didn’t shut him up, now let’s go before I have to punish you more, you barely have any clothes on and we are out in the open”

“what if I want to be punished”

“Maybe dress like this more often baby girl, get in the truck”

“Okay, Noah” Using his real name was always a way to either make him very angry or get him riled up. In this case, it at least worked to your advantage. You placed a kiss to his serpent tattoo as you stood on the step of the truck before sliding in.

“Oh now you're going to get it”

[bandpreferences15]

The Life of a “Tour Mom”

Masterlist

Requested by the lovely @hiworlditishumbleme 

Hey I was wondering if you could write something for Mötley Crüe where the reader has been with the band since the beginning and is a motherly influence. Like she is roughly their age but just takes care of them and is the only one that can truly control them if need be. I just think it would be so cute and like they could call her Ma. I feel like if she were to get with one of them though it would ether be Mars or Tommy. It’s just something that I would love for you to bring to life

A/N: I did leave out the bit about the reader dating one of the boys because I couldn’t decide which one to use lol. If I do a second part to this, I’ll pick then 👌

Update: As I wrote this it kinda turned into a Tommy x reader.....my bad

“Same old shit every damn day....” you mumbled under your breath, sliding the scrunchie off your wrist and tying Vince’s blonde hair into a little topknot while he was hunched over the toilet. Another late night of partying sent you into mom mode, trying to make sure the boys survived at least until the next show. 

“Ughhh..” Vinced moaned, his stomach no doubt churning from the amount of alcohol he’d consumed a few hours prior. You rubbed his back soothingly, placing a cup of water next to him before making your way to the doorway of the bathroom. “Thanks, Ma.” you heard him mumble.

As you exited the bathroom you went in search of the remaining aftermath of last night’s party, thankful that the boys were staying in a house rather than a hotel. It made it easier to keep track of them. You found Nikki passed out on the couch in the living room. He looked otherwise intact, however, the closer you got, the more you could see how wrong you were. There was gum in his hair, he had a cut on his left eyebrow, and his shoelaces were tied together. You sighed, grateful that the rental house’s kitchen came fully stocked. You plucked a jar of peanut butter from the cabinet just as Mick was walking in, rubbing his temples.

“Coffee’s on the counter, Mick. House meeting in a half hour.” He waved you off but nodded nonetheless, pouring himself a steaming cup and sitting down at the kitchen island. He rested his forehead on the cold marble, sighing in relief as it seemed to help the pounding in his head. 

Nikki stirred on the couch as you approached, looking around as if he didn’t know where he was. He stretched, nearly rolling off the couch, the only thing stopping him being your own body as you sat beside him. 

“Morning, Ma. What happened last night?” He tried to run a hand through his hair, wincing when he got stuck in the gum. 

“Nik, it’s 1pm. Not exactly morning. And hold still, I’m trying to help you, you big baby!” Nikki batted at your hands flitting around his face and hair, only stopping when you grasped his wrists and gave him a stern look. He pouted, folding his hands over his stomach while you worked. After a few minutes, and peanut butter covered hands, you were finally able to get the sticky pink substance out of Nikki’s hair. 

You gently punched his arm.

“All done. Go get yourself a shower, you stink.” Nikki rolled his eyes, standing from the couch but falling to the floor soon after.

“Son of a bi- TOMMY!” Nikki fumed from the shaggy carpet under his cheek. It was then you realized that you had not yet seen the tall drummer. A giggle sounded from behind the kitchen counter and you caught the tail end of Tommy’s escape from the room as you looked up. You rolled your eyes, pulling off Nikki’s boots that you’d completely forgotten were tied together.

Tommy peeked around the corner again and you pointed a threatening finger at him.

“You. Sit.” Tommy hung his head, stalking over and slouching to the couch in front of you. Nikki gave him a glare and made an attempt to take a swing at the tall brunette, before you chucked the pair of boots at him. “You, Shower. Now.”

You turned back to Tommy, folding your arms over your chest and cocking one hip. “Did you tie Nikki’s boots together?” Tommy snickered, quickly catching himself and trying to put on some semblance of a poker face. “Jesus, Tommy! What if he fell down the stairs or into the pool?!” 

“Could you maybe not yell?” Mick groaned from the kitchen.

“You stay out of this!” You glanced back at Tommy, raising an eyebrow. “Why are you fine?” 

“What?” Tommy looked utterly confused.

“Why are you fine? Hey, look at me.” You gently grasped his chin, looking into his eyes. The weren’t dilated and he didn’t smell like alcohol.

“Take a picture. It’ll last longer.” Tommy smirked, the flirty comment knocking you out of your thoughtful state. You gave him a little shove. 

“Are you sober right now?” you asked, the surprise clear in your voice. 

“Why, yes, I am.” he smiled innocently. You backed away slightly, lowering yourself into the chair opposite him. Tommy leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees and giving you a megawatt smile. “Close your mouth, darlin’. You’ll catch flies.” He laughed, tapping your chin. You closed your mouth, giving him a questioning stare.

“Do you mean to tell me that you didn’t drink yourself into oblivion or take any kind of drugs last night? I find that extremely hard to believe.”

Tommy sat back, slinging an arm over the back of the couch. He smiled softly, almost as if he was embarrassed. 

“I didn’t want....” he trailed off, speaking so low you could hardly hear him.

“Speak up, Tommy. What are you up to?!” 

“I said I didn’t want you to have to deal with all of us while we were down for the count, ok! Last time we had a party like that we were all so wasted and you had to take care of us even though you’d hardly slept yourself and we had a really busy day that day and I know you work really hard and I just wanted to, you know...help, I guess.” The words rushed out of him and he shrugged gently, not meeting your eyes. 

You hand flew to your mouth, hiding a shy smile.

“Tommy? Hey, come on!” you tapped his knee and he finally met your gaze, a light blush on his cheeks. “You were worried about me?” you asked softly. 

“Yes, Ma. It’s because he loves you now will you please shut the fuck up? My head is killing me!” Mick interjected from the kitchen.

“Fuck off, old man!” Tommy yelled, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips as he stood abruptly. 

You glanced up at him, words lost on your lips as Tommy awkwardly shifted in front of you.

“Tommy? Is that true?” you whispered.................

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Page 14, Hit In The Head,

- Whoa easy there, Boss. We still have a lot of work ahead of us tomorrow. Gage could barely unglue Lucy off his chest once she had again one too many drinks that evening.

-Ughhh… the work never ends here Gage so who the hell cares, lets have some fun once in a while. She mumbled under her nose, the heat from the alcohol bringing a warm color on her cheeks. On a one side Gage didn’t like her drinking, alcohol was good for relaxing the atmosphere but in a raider world it was also be the fastest way to get yourself stabbed in a back with the senses dulled to a level of a butter knife but on the other side he almost enjoyed her mumbling and how openly she was flirting with him and teasing to a point that he could feel something twitching in his pants. It was kind of funny but also dangerously tempting.

Normally Lucy used to drink only when she was sure that the only company that was around was a bottle in her hand. The only time before the war she let herself drink with someone around was Rosey, a red haired girl….from the Sapphire strip club - a huge room filled with neon lights and round tables covered in silky dark red cloth each already set up with expensive drinks, ashtrays and a tall candle.

 Rosey was one of a strippers working in a place so exclusive that the most important figures did tend to stroll there when no one else was looking. Letting their families wait for them home, thinking they got caught in work while actually finishing some dirty business with bare asses shaking around them and neon lights blinding out every sharp sense from the brain. Be it politicians, important high figures, policemen, but also Lucy along with her employers from the gang secretly lurking around there. She got assigned to that club as intelligence agent to look out for anything that could be useful in their favor, information, gossip, hell maybe even steal some documents when targets were too busy throwing the money out and getting themselves choked in alcohol. 

The barman and owner were both working for the gangs so they could assign the people in the spots they needed to be. No one knew about the schemes in this place as no one would believe such an exclusive club could be owned by some under law criminals. The reputation was there for years and that’s what was covering them. Lucy was assigned as a stripper’s assistant, helping them getting ready and looking out for them as they performed. That was letting her have access to their rooms in the back and pretty much whole club. And with the outfit, and tons of make up as well as mask no one could recognize her as oppose to her soft innocent look at the office during daytime.

Rosey was also working for the gangs and there were no barriers she wouldn’t cross. Fucking their clients and letting them spill out their dirtiest secrets. Money was top for her too but then again she had no one else to take care of, just herself. Lucy on the other hand was just a big liar, still pretending to have a normal life, moving on to smaller office after what court mobs did to her, making them think she understood and stepped out. But that was also on a plus for her boss as she could easily slip into the court when she wanted, knowing where all the achieves and documents are stored along with keeping some contacts inside as well. At the beginning it was hard to lie, in face of a man who just slipped a ring on her finger one evening, telling her how much he loves her, moving in together but the longer she went with a lie the more it shaped into her reality and became just part of her routine. She knew she was a bitch and a coward to hide like that but after she tasted the money and freedom of her actions she wouldn’t let it go. She was already crooked at this point.

She loved working in the Sapphire. The luxury, the lights, the music, smell of the money and perfume from the strippers dancing on their platforms and stage. She respected them as she got to know Rosey. They weren’t putting up with any shit that was being thrown their way, they knew how to throw a punch and just live the most out of their lives, not scared of anything. In time they got to work together and became quite efficient in their job, putting their charm first while slipping their dirty fingers for anything that could be pulled out of fools pockets or mouths. Lucy polished few skills there, stealing, lying, charming and eventually some dancing too as Rosey performance was always on top.

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Back at Fizztop, Gage eventually did let himself to be pushed on a couch, a grin slowly stretching on his face as he watched her approaching, swaying her hips to the side in a sound of a tune from radio. But as she sat on his lap, with her legs spread the hard knocking on a door occurred.

-Seriously…what the actual fuck. What is it?! She shouted towards the door angry on being disturbed yet again in a heat of a moment.

- Boss…i don’t want to disturb but we have a problem at the bottling plant. A familiar operator voice responded from behind the door.

-Well…you already did disturbed me so just tell me what the hell is going on? She pulled herself up from raider lap and looked around for her gear gulping down a bottle of water to make herself at least sober enough for eventual fight.

-The Mirelurk Queen…Boss. Just poped out of nowhere, and started attacking our people there. We could use both of you there too. Its all glowing and just refuses to fucking die. Lucy almost choked while drinking a water.

- Fuckin hell, ya told me there was no Queen before, Boss… Gage stretchted his back and started gathering his gear as well.

- Maybe she just hid so well i didn’t notice her. We get there right away! Lucy shouted and let out a deep sigh. - It can’t be...not now.

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As they arrived the situation indeed seemed a bit too much out of control. The queen was enraged, slashing and pushing everything and anyone in her way. The blue bright acid flying from her burning on the ground and melting every piece of skin of the ones unfortunate to find a cover in time.  

- Well…shit. I thought we cleared this place thoroughly last time we were here, Boss? Gage took a cover with her to not drag the mirelurk attention just yet.

- Because we did. I mean u do not miss something like that eh? She rolled her eyes at him. But in the back of her head she had an idea what actually went wrong there.

She got herself stocked up on grenades' from Lizzie on a way there and started throwing them hiding after each one to not let to be spotted. Gage moved towards the other operators to help them with the firepower from there.

-Porter…last person i would expect to be here right now. Said one of them ironically.

- At least i’m dressed for the battle, not a fucking banquet. Just shut up and lets get rid of this shit. He responded, saving the swears for later and nodding towards the creature.

After a short struggle and a cooperation they managed to put the queen back to the bottom of the lake, dead for sure this time. Gage took a step closer and poked one of her legs with his rifle. The strong quantum glow from her body almost  shed him a tear from an eye. Lucy walked around, pretending to do same thing but was actually looking for something. A small box, device, something that Insititute planted there as she started her career in Nuka World. She spotted it, small chip blinking a red light from under the water. She snatched it when Gage wasn’t looking, stuffing it in her pocket.

- So…did u stare enough at it to make sure its dead? Lucy approached him and looked around at the wounded operators, feeling a twinge of regret.

- Yeah, let’s hope that was last of it. They walked away but as soon as they reached the corner of the building Gage pulled her abruptly by the arm and pushed to the wall.

- Maybe i have just one eye but its enough to see what’s going on. What did u pick up and why the hell i have a bad feeling about it? Gage growled under his nose, squinting his eye at her.

- That…was not suppose to happen, i swear. She responded fast without thinking too much about it. -Shit….

-So u fucking knew about it all that time?! What is going on again Boss? He kept his voice low to not drag attention but firm enough to send a shiver down her spine.

- It was a job from…Institute. The data on mirelurk queen spawn in exchange for some supplies back then. But they said that the device would also keep her asleep, hidden deep in the lake before it grows. I swear that was not suppose to happen. Lucy started explaining waving her hand around. Gage caught it by the wrist and leaned down.

-But it did fucking happen now. Putting your fucking people in danger and i don’t understand for shit why i do not know about it. I accepted these fucking eggheads because it does indeed sounds like a good deal. Keeping their shit under ground and us doing our shit up. But you fucked up and you lied to me Boss.

- I did not…lie. I just..didn’t tell you about it. It was still early and..i wasn’t sure if it was good idea to tell you back then and then..i forgot. She pulled her hand away from his grip.

- I’m not sure what is worse Boss. You lying or you avoiding to fucking enlighten me with all your little plans cooperating with goddamn Institute. I thought we had this behind us.  You know what. Fuck you, i need a fucking drink and a break right now. He pushed her aside and walked away towards Nuka Town.

-Break from what Gage? She shouted at his back moving away from her in the distance.

-You, Boss. It was sharp, right in her gut.

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The next day she spent alone. Fizztop was silent without him swearing around, tinkering around the gear and lending her ear for more advices on the next steps. It felt weird. Lucy got used to his presence too much, strolling confused around the town as well as to what to do.

She decided at last to pull her thoughts back on preparations for the galaxy park and visit the Lizzie for the rest of the remaining day and help her with the grenades' and gear but she kept what happened to herself. Pretending was her talent after all, tinkered through years.

As the sun was going down she was hoping to see the familiar face back at Fizztop but to her surprise it was a sharp metallic one instead, leaning against the table at Porter’s room.

-Savoy…what a surprise. What brings you in? She remained calm. Savoy was not the one to fuck with and neither to trust.

- Nisha wanted to be sure you know what your next step is. If u don’t want to make her more angry than she is. That last park is gonna be fucking ours, right, Boss? He pushed himself from the table and approached her right away, looking sharply through the gap of his mask.

-I told her to be fucking patient. Preparations are needed. She will eventually get what she deserv…wants. Lucy responded as sharply looking up at him.

- Fine Boss. He moved past her side but turned away right after. -Just last warning as she ordered. Lucy faced him. A knife fell in his hand hidden in the sleeve and slashed her under the ribs so fast she couldn’t react in time. -Also..its a shame that your tiny little device failed…but it was fun to see those fancy fools run around like a bunch of rad chickens. 

-Fuck! So it was him… She thought and pushed a hand into the cut. Her kneels felt suddenly soft but she didn’t fall until Savoy left the Fizztop chuckling with a low voice under his nose. Disciples knives were no joke, leaving not just a cut but a skin ripped apart in a very brutal manner making sure the pain lasts longer than it should.

- Easy..ye its just an ordinary cut. Nothing that stimpak and some med-x cannot handle. She said to herself looking at the blood dripping to the floor and moving slowly towards the bathroom. She would not allow herself to wait for Gage, he wasn’t here and she had to deal with it. With shaky hand she searched the drawer and finally pulled the stimpak out, shoving it in her skin. After a while she managed to get herself under a control, stopping the bleeding and sitting with her legs stretched on the bathroom dirty tiles. She knew Gage would come back because the work was almost done and the goal was higher than some arguing and fucking around, she just wasn’t sure when.

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It was late. Porter still wasn’t back. Lucy was sitting at her dressing table near the working station that was an ordinary furniture before but she managed to make it resemble almost the one the strippers had in her quarters back then. With a round half broken mirror attached, a shiny silver brush lying beneath and all the jewelry and shines hanged and put around. She was sitting in her underwear, shoving a whiskey bottle down her throat and looking in the mirror mumbling to herself. The pain from the wound was still sharp and booze was the only thing that was around right now. She still couldn’t resist it.

- What would i do to hear your take on this…Rosey. She sighted and pulled the hair away from her face. The corner of her eye spotted a syringe popping out of the half open drawer. It was calmex that Maddox made for her before to help her with phobia and overall stress that was kicking her up from time to time. In this world it felt understandable to her to shove one or two in a while. And Maddox indeed had a talent, boosting the mixture even better than regular one. Calming down her need for doses for a longer time.  

- What the hell…what’s the worse that can happen tonight anyway. It was stupid but Lucy was known for being impulsive and acting so. That’s where Gage was stirring here in the right direction most of the time but he wasn’t present now. She hesitated a second but at last pushed the needle in her vain and watched the violet liquid pump in her blood. The feeling of relaxation filled her immediately but mixed with high amount of booze her mind drifted deeply away. She leaned on the chair, her head falling slightly backwards.

The flashes of the Sapphire coming back in her mind. Rosey calming her down in her room and handing her a pistol. - If u want to last in this business u need to know how to count girl. But on yourself, fuck. Don’t depend on the words or care of others, even Harrison’s. Now go.

The memories banging her head, first betrayal on the new grounds, second in her life. Learning the survival and fucked up rules of the city jungle and its roots. The blood started dripping from her nose and she could feel the strength keeping her on a chair slowly evaporating. She spotted the shadows growing behind her in the mirror, forming into the well known figure. 

- Fuck. Before she could move or turn its hands grabbed her by the throat. 

- Ohh, poor Feit. Going all sobby and soft on yourself? I won’t allow that, i made you for something more than that but apparently you forgot. Let me remind you, kid. 

She dropped heavily to the floor, hitting her head. Not sure if she was so high, throwing herself down like that or Harrison’s shadow was becoming more and more real to her. 

- Why are you still there, you ain’t even real! She shouted at him and reached for a pistol at the edge of the table.

- Oh, you don’t want to do it, Feit. After all that care i gave you, all the training and opportunity to be one of my best. He just stood, the smoky clouds raising around him and colorful check patterns blurring around his face in a disturbing manner.

- I don’t want to...but i had to, you left me no choice. She pointed the gun at his face, her hand shaking, leaning against the table, trying to hold herself up. 

- Feit...turn around. You can’t just get rid of me, i’m stuck with you the moment you entered the cryo. Just look at yourself. He pointed at the mirror behind her.

She turned around slowly, gasping and throwing the pistol away, as it was actually pointing at her head in the reflection. As she turned back she saw only Harrison’s shadows coming back at her, almost slamming inside her body before dropping to the floor.      

As the vision got more blurred and her eyes were slowly closing the last thing she could hear were the heavy familiar steps approaching the door, saving her again and the smoke around her vanishing away. The last feeling she remembers were the big strong palms under her back carrying her and putting down on a soft fabric. She knew she fucked up and didn’t deserve it at that moment but after all maybe she learned something.