#not at all what I was expecting to pull but it was funnn!

[rafecameronssl4t]

Please and au where forced marriage rafe gets jealous over the reader when a guy his age flirts with her at a ball or an event 🙏🙏

Little miss perfect || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/n: Got a bit carried away with this one but it was funnn thank you for the request :)

Warnings: angst galore is all i gotta say

Word count: 2,470

MASTERLIST (forced marriage au masterlist)

Divider by @h-aewo

Your hand reached out instinctively, resting gently on his bouncing knee, hoping to calm the restless energy radiating off him. Rafe’s eyes flicked over to you briefly before he turned his gaze back out the car window, the tension in the air palpable. “I really wish you’d have told me about this party sooner,” he muttered, the frustration clear in his voice.

His words came out sharper than you expected, cutting through the silence that had settled between you. “Instead of springing it on me an hour before it starts.” A scoff escaped your lips as you began to defend yourself. “It slipped my mind—” “Oh, really? It slipped your mind?” Rafe’s voice dripped with sarcasm, his eyes narrowing as he shot you a condescending look. You felt a wave of irritation rise, matching his intensity.

Your gaze shifted to the driver, catching his eyes in the rearview mirror, and with a sigh, you reached for the button to raise the privacy barrier. “I don’t know why you’re freaking out,” you said, your voice tinged with frustration as the barrier slid into place, separating you from the driver. “It’s just a party.”

His head snaps back towards you, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “It’s never just a party with you,” he mutters, his words dripping with resentment. You furrow your brows, confusion and anger flaring as you stare at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” you snap, your voice sharpening with the tension between you.

Rafe purses his lips, eyes narrowing as if debating how far he wants to push this. The silence that follows is suffocating, broken only by the soft hum of the engine and the steady rhythm of your own heartbeat thudding in your ears. “It means,” he finally says, his voice low and edged with frustration, “that nothing is ever simple when it comes to you and your family. Every event, every party, 'it’s always a show—a performance to keep up appearances, to impress everyone with how perfect everything is.”

You stiffen at his words, your grip tightening on your lap as the sting of his accusations digs deep. “That’s not fair, Rafe,” you say, your voice trembling slightly despite your best efforts to keep it steady. “You know how my family is. This is what they expect.” He leans closer, his gaze locking onto yours with a piercing intensity.

“And you just go along with it, dragging me into their mess. I’m always the one left dealing with the fallout when things don’t go according to plan—when your mother’s not satisfied or when your father makes some backhanded comment about how I should be more like William or Edward.”

“That’s not true,” you insist, your voice firmer now. “I don’t ask for these things. I don’t want to be put on display any more than you do.” “Then why the fuck does it keep happening?” he shoots back, raising an eyebrow as if daring you to argue.

“You think I don’t notice how you still try to please them? How you let them pull the strings, even when it makes us both miserable?” A flicker of doubt crosses your mind, but you push it aside, shaking your head. “They’re my family, Rafe. It’s not that simple. You know that.”

“Maybe,” he concedes, leaning back in his seat, crossing his arms as that bitter smile fades into something colder. “But I’m tired of playing this game. Tired of being a pawn in their world, in your world.” His words hang in the air, heavy and final, leaving you to grapple with the uncomfortable truth between you.

~

The car pulls up to the grand estate where the party is being held. The opulence of the surroundings doesn’t faze you—after all, you grew up in places just like this—but tonight, it feels more like a prison than ever before. The driver steps out, opening the door for you.

You glance at Rafe, his expression now guarded, the bitterness from your argument still simmering beneath the surface. Without a word, you both step out of the car, the cool evening air brushing against your skin as you take in the sight before you. The estate is alive with activity, guests arriving in elegant attire, laughter and conversation already filling the night.

It’s all so familiar, so routine, yet tonight it feels like a burden you’re forced to carry. Rafe adjusts his tie, his movements stiff, before offering you his arm. It’s a formality—something expected of the perfect couple you’re supposed to be. You hesitate for a fraction of a second before slipping your arm through his, the fabric of his suit jacket smooth under your fingertips.

Inside, the grand foyer opens up to reveal a sea of faces, all turned towards you with polite smiles and approving nods. You recognize many of them—family friends, business associates, people who have known you since you were a child. You’ve mastered the art of small talk, of charming smiles and witty remarks, but tonight it all feels hollow.

~

As the evening wore on, you and Rafe went your separate ways. It was as if an unspoken truce had been called; a mutual understanding that distance was preferable, at least for now. Rafe, much to his dismay, was intercepted by your two older brothers, William and Edward.

They were the picture of effortless charm, their laughter and easy smiles masking the razor-sharp edges of their true selves. They clapped Rafe on the back, offering him a drink, and he had little choice but to oblige, though he felt the weight of their scrutiny with every sip of whisky he took.

The conversation flowed easily—discussions of business, shared acquaintances, and subtle digs that only someone in the family would catch. The three of them stood as a formidable trio, their presence commanding attention from those around them, yet Rafe felt a gnawing discomfort.

Across the room, Rafe watched you, your every step calculated yet graceful. The elite socialite you had been raised to be was on full display, your smile radiant as you captured the attention of everyone you passed. Men and women alike found themselves drawn to you, eager to exchange pleasantries, to laugh at your witty remarks, to bask in the glow of your charm.

You were the embodiment of everything your parents had groomed you to be. Rafe, drink in hand, watched you from a distance, his gaze narrowing as he observed the way you held the room’s attention with such effortless ease. It was both mesmerising and maddening.

Your brothers’ voices became a dull hum in the background as Rafe's focus shifted entirely to you. You were laughing now, a light, melodic sound that reached his ears even across the crowded room. The source of your amusement was a man standing far too close, leaning in to whisper something in your ear.

Rafe felt a sharp pang of irritation as he watched you tilt your head slightly, allowing the man into your personal space, your smile bright and unguarded. The proximity between the two of you sent a surge of jealousy through him, a bitter taste mixing with the whisky on his tongue. “Rafe?” William’s voice cut through his thoughts, drawing his attention back to the conversation at hand.

“Hm?” Rafe blinked, momentarily disoriented. “I was saying,” William continued, an amused glint in his eyes, “that you seem a bit distracted. Something on your mind?” Rafe forced a tight smile, taking another sip of his drink to buy himself a moment. “Just taking it all in,” he replied, his tone light, though the tension in his shoulders betrayed him. Edward raised an eyebrow, exchanging a knowing look with William.

“Don’t let it get to you, Cameron,” he said, his voice low and conspiratorial. “This is just the way things are in our world. You’ll get used to it. Especially since you’re married to my sister and part of the family.” Rafe’s grip tightened around his glass, his eyes flicking back to you. The man had said something else, and you were laughing again.

He could feel the heat rising in his chest, a mix of anger and something darker, something that had been festering since the day he’d agreed to marry into your family. “Excuse me,” Rafe muttered abruptly, handing his empty glass to a passing server. Without waiting for a response from your brothers, he began making his way across the room, his eyes locked on you and the man who had somehow earned your attention.

As he approached, he noticed how your posture changed—how you straightened slightly as if sensing his presence before you even saw him. The man, oblivious, continued to speak, but your laughter had stopped, your smile faltering as you glanced over your shoulder to find Rafe closing in.

“Rafe,” you greeted him, your voice pleasant but with a hint of apprehension. “I was just—” “Enjoying yourself?” he finished for you, his tone betraying the irritation he felt. His eyes flicked to the man beside you, who now seemed to realise that he was dangerously close to crossing a line.

You could feel the tension radiating off Rafe, and for a moment, the mask you wore so effortlessly began to slip. “We were just talking,” you said, your voice softer, trying to defuse the situation. Rafe didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he simply held the man’s gaze, the unspoken message clear. His lips were pressed into a thin, unamused line.

After a beat too long, the man cleared his throat awkwardly, offering a quick smile before excusing himself and disappearing into the crowd. The moment he was gone, Rafe turned his attention fully to you, his eyes searching yours for something you weren’t sure you could give him. “You really know how to work a room,” he said, his voice low, almost accusatory.

You frowned, the frustration you had been trying to suppress bubbling back to the surface. “That’s what you’re upset about?” you asked, your voice edged with irritation. “That I’m doing exactly what’s expected of me?” Rafe’s jaw tightened as he stepped closer, his voice low and tight. “Expected by who?” His question was pointed, his proximity forcing your chests to brush against each other, the closeness amplifying the tension.

You turned your gaze away, struggling to maintain your composure. “Your parents?” Rafe continued, his voice carrying an undercurrent of bitterness. “Or you?” The question hung in the air, laden with implications neither of you were fully prepared to confront. Before you could say anything more, a voice called out your name, pulling your attention away. Another guest, eager to engage you in conversation.

Rafe took a step back, giving you space to go back to your role, but his gaze lingered on you, the unspoken words between you leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. “Go on,” he murmured, his tone resigned. “Do what you have to do.”

With one last glance at him, you turned and walked away, slipping back into the crowd, into the persona that was expected of you. And Rafe watched, the weight of your earlier argument pressing down on him as he wondered how much longer you could both keep up this charade.

~

As you engaged in conversation with one of the Carmichaels, you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning, you found Edward's face set in a serious expression. “I think you should go to the foyer,” he said in a low voice, his tone laced with urgency. Confused but concerned, you excused yourself from the conversation, and Edward guided you through the crowd, his presence a silent support.

When you arrived in the grand foyer, your eyes widened in shock. Your mother stood by the railing, her stance rigid and her face a mask of fury. As she turned to face you, the anger in her eyes was unmistakable. The sight made your stomach drop. “What’s going on?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly as you approached her.

Without waiting for a reply, you followed her gaze over the railing. Below, Rafe was swaying slightly, a glass of whisky in hand, his eyes unfocused. “Ah! There she is, little miss perfect!” Rafe slurred, his voice carrying up to where you stood. He took another swig of whisky, his bleary eyes locked onto you. The mixture of embarrassment and anger made your cheeks flush red, and you felt a sting behind your eyes as a few onlookers turned to see what was happening.

Your mother’s disdainful scoff cut through the mounting tension. “Is he a grown man or a teenage boy? Keep your husband in line. This is an embarrassment!” she spat before turning on her heel and walking away, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. You felt a surge of anger and humiliation as you looked back down at Rafe in his disheveled state.

You made your way down the grand staircase, your heels clicking aggressively on the marble floor as you blinked away the tears that threatened to fall. “What the hell is wrong with you?” you demanded, your voice trembling with a mix of fury and distress. “Are you out of your mind, Rafe? Are you seriously trying to embarrass me—” You reached out to grip his forearm, but he roughly shoved your hand away.

“Oh, I’m embarrassing you?” Rafe retorted, his tone dripping with sarcastic bitterness. “Yes!” you fired back, your voice rising as the intensity of the moment escalated. The two of you stared at each other, the space between you charged with mutual frustration. Your chests heaved with heavy breaths, the argument pushing the boundaries of your composure.

“We’re leaving,” you declared firmly, brushing past him as the doors swung open. The brisk, cold air hit your bare shoulders, making you shiver as you hugged yourself against the chill. As you stood by the curb, waiting for your car to arrive, you felt a heavy weight draped over your shoulders.

Turning, you saw Rafe standing there, his jacket missing and his hands tucked into his slacks. You rolled your eyes in exasperation, brushing the jacket off your shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. When the valet finally arrived with the car, you quickly climbed in, slamming the door shut behind you and locking it with a decisive click.

Rafe’s hand grasped the handle as he tried to open the door, his expression a mixture of surprise and frustration. The driver, sensing the tension, hesitated. “Miss?” he asked with a note of uncertainty, glancing at you through the rearview mirror. “Drive,” you said coldly, not even bothering to look at Rafe. “He can find his own way home.”

You leaned back in the seat, trying to steady your breathing as the car pulled away, leaving Rafe standing alone on the cold, gravel driveway.

[short-honey-badger]

Can I please request yandere headcannons for sir crocodile

Ooo Absolutely you may! This one was definitely a lot of funnn! ❤️❤️ I hope you enjoyed!

Being with Crocodile, you already have to be a certain kind of crazy. He doesn't tolerate any kind of disloyalty and especially doesn't appreciate you showing anyone any kind of attention that isn't himself. Crocodile isn't above marching over and physically picking you up, tossing you over his shoulder and carting you away without a word. Just don't expect to ever see said person again.

He's a possessive bastard too, that hand coming down to slap your ass for the world to see, holding you tight as he marches away and back to your shared room where he reminds you just who you belong to. Crocodile has you wrapped around his hook, but he is just as entangled with you.

"Do you think I like it when you disobey me, darling? How many times have I told you that you're mine, hmm?"

But don't think that just because he is a harsh lover with a firm hand that he didn't love you. No Crocodile loved you too much. All you had to do was look at him, lip puckered the slightest bit, and the big man would fold. He was a sucker for that cute, pouty face you'd pull whenever you wanted anything.

Behind closed doors, Crocodile worshiped you. Would lay you out of the bed, naked and bare for his eyes only, whispering his utter devotion into your flesh. His lips were sinful, and his touch burned you from the inside.

"Look at you. So beautiful and bright. My shining star in the dark of night. Look at what you do to me, my love. I would turn the world to dust if only you asked it of me."

You were his everything, and he had made sure that he was your everything, too. Anything you needed, Crocodile made sure that it came from his hand. He couldn't have you thinking that you could get away from him after all. Only he knew what was best for you. He was the one to take care of you.

Crocodile made sure you knew that the world outside of him was a dangerous place and would sit you down in his lap, his arm curled around your hips as he held you close to his chest. There, he would tell you how utterly disgusting anything outside of his presence was, and you would listen to him, clinging to his arm with wide eyes, hanging onto every word.

"Don't worry your pretty head about what is out there, my dear. Everything you need is right here with me. There isn't anything out there but thugs and pirates who'd take advantage of you, and we can't have that, can we?

[mrsarnold]

౨ৎ — here with me ✩ georgia a.

syn : you decided to go to kentucky state's first game of the season with a few friends thinking you were there to watch the game until you met a specific aussie player.

pair : georgia amoore x fem!reader

warn : pure fluff, georgia being a absolute simp

note : thoughy i should notify @star-girl69 @patscorner about this. this moves fast so um 😭

"C'MON MAR, IT'LL BE FUNNN", my friend, Phoenix practically yelled jumping up and down with Lara. these two were currently trying to convince me to go to our college's first basketball game of the season.

which seems nice but i had more important stuff to take care of.

"Yeah Marni, your homework can wait a little longer, plus the game won't be that long!!", Lara said smiling. i rolled my eyes knowing they would never stop until i said yes. "fine, fine but if i get a bad grade on this it's y'all fault. what time is the game anyway", I said sliding out of my bed unwillingly.

i could practically see them dancing in excitement in the corner of my eye but i ignored it. "It's in about... a hour", Lara said checking her phone. i sighed realizing there really gonna make me go.

i watched them quickly disappear out of my room to go there's, leaving me to get ready.

–

the three of us made it to the gymnasium and checked our tickets in. The gym was packed, buzzing with loud energy that only a first game could bring. The scent of popcorn and nachos wafted through the air, while the sound of sneakers squeaking against the court floor mixed with the chatter of excited students.

I trailed behind Phoenix and Lara as we made our way to the bleachers, still not entirely happy and excited onnthis. They, on the other hand, were practically skipping, already absorbed in the pre-game hype.

I could hear Lara rattling off stats of the star players while Phoenix nodded along enthusiastically. Honestly, I didn’t even know we had star players.

We found seats near the middle, and as soon as we sat down, the lights dimmed, and the cheerleaders burst onto the court, kicking off some intense choreography. Phoenix, being the loudest cheerleader of the three of us, was already shouting and clapping along, while I fiddled with my phone, half tempted to pull out my notes and at least review for my exam.

“Don’t even think about it,” Lara said, nudging me. “Just enjoy the game.”

“Yeah, Marni, you’ll love it once it starts!” Phoenix added, her voice barely audible over the growing roar of the crowd.

I doubted that, but I settled in anyway. The team was finally coming out onto the court, the cheers growing even louder. I had to admit, the atmosphere was kinda contagious. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

But then the buzzer rang, and the game started. And suddenly, I found myself more invested than I expected. Specifically on a a specific brunette.

The way her brown hair flowed through the air had me more mesmerized then the actual game.

maybe this wasn't that bad

—

we were up 3 points, i watched closely as the last 45.0 seconds went down. one of players for our team had the ball and shot the three. i watched closely as the ball slowly swooshed in.

the ball swirled around the hoop and got in. the crowd cheered as Kentucky State won 72-69.

—

I started getting autographs from players as i congratulated them. one specific one caught my eye. the same brunette.

"Hey you played great tonight", i blurted out making the brunette grin, clearly used to the adoration but still friendly. “Thanks so much! I’m glad you guys enjoyed the game.”

“Could we, um, maybe get your autograph Georgia?” Lara asked, pulling out a small notebook she always seemed to have on her. I looked shocked and took note of the 'brunette's' name

“Of course!” Georgia said, grabbing a pen and signing it quickly. Phoenix handed over her jersey after, for Georgia to sign, and when it was my turn, I fumbled looking for something for her to sign

“Here, just… sign my phone case, I guess?” I fumbled, handing it over, feeling a bit embarrassed. Georgia just laughed, taking my phone and signing the back of the case without a second thought.

“Thanks,” I said, trying to sound normal, but I’m pretty sure it came out awkward.

“No problem!” she replied, handing it back with a smile. “Glad you came out tonight.” I smiled, glad she was happy.

“Also hey, if you ever wanna come to more games, just hit me up. Here—” She pulled out a piece of paper and quickly scribbled down a number, handing it to me.

I looked at her confused, staring down at it. “Wait… is this your number?”

“Yep. Feel free to text me if you ever need tickets or anything,” Georgia said with a grin and a wink, as if it was no big deal.

I stood there, completely thrown, while Phoenix and Lara practically squealed in excitement beside me. I managed a smile, trying not to overthink it. “Uh, thanks. I might just do that.”

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[elliebean714]

Until Dawn Character Reactions

How You Met The Boys (Middle School) (GN!Reader)

Fluff

An~Kay so I'm not American, but I looked it up, and in Canada (where ud is set) middle school is from 12-15. Just so my fellow international girlypawps are aware lol. let me know if you're interested in one for the girls. This is funnn I like these silly lil dudes. Okay... do I have a thing for acedemic rivals to friends/lovers??? Well yes. Well yes indeed. Mike's is explicitly romantic whereas the rest are all up to you. Sorryyy I just got into it :( I like down bad Mike. Sue me.

Josh Washington

You're sat in the principals office with your dad behind you and the boy you punched sitting in the chair beside you, his dad behind him.

"Mx L/N. Want to explain to Mr. Washington why we're here?" The principal asks expectantly

You sigh "He kept making fun of Jessica Riley's acne. I told him to stop or I'd punch him. He didn't, so I punched him."

Your dad clears his throat awkwardly, looking to the boy's father "I'm very sorry for their behaviour, it won't hap-"

"I'm not." You interrupt

Everybody in the room looks at you like you punched him again

"I told him to stop making fun of her or I'd punch him. He was totally warned, and still chose to do it. He knew what was coming. It's out of my hands at that point. He's just an idiot." You shrug

Your dad begins to scold you, his dad starts speaking very harshly about you to the principal, and he continues to stare, a tiny smile grows on his face

"I mean, yeah. They're right." The boy cuts through the static noise of adult chatter "I was being a jerk and they were sticking up for their friend."

His dad looks appalled, like admiting you were a prick is something completely foreign to him "Joshua, don't apologise to this brat. They punched you so hard you lost a tooth!"

"Hey, no need to start calling my kid names like that. Your kid started it, and he seems sorry. Y/N? Anything you want to say?" Your dad defends you, and Josh, seemingly

You roll your eyes "I'm sorry your dad is a bigger jerk than you."

Josh laughs, he has a really nice laugh, maybe he's not so bad now? Maybe you punched his head on right. His father doesn't feel the same, clearly. He continues to yell at the principal and your dad

Eventually you're forced to reluctantly apologise so everyone can finally go.

As soon as you're alone with your dad, he gives you a high five "good job for sticking up for your friend. And for standing your ground in there. But maybe try to not to resort straight to violence next time." He laughs, ruffling your hair playfully

The next day at recess, Josh apologises to Jess. And at lunch, he found you.

And he just never left

Chris Hartley

Maybe randomised partners for group projects is supposed to build teamworking skills, but that's only if you're not constantly trying to one up your partner.

Which is exactly what happened when your science teacher paired you with Chris.

He expected to have to do all the work while you goofed off, but you actually trying may have been worse.

You kept getting in the way of his ideas, even more infuriatingly, your suggestions were good, really good.

Eventually you both got sick of the bickering and decided to work on separate projects and you'd pick whichever one was best to present.

And the war began

He found professional sites and articles to pull facts and evidence from?

You conducted your own experiments and came to your own findings.

You spent hours on making your presentation as eye catching as possible?

He creates physical models for other students to see exactly whatever he's explaining is doing.

The fighting only gets worse- and by the time you guys have to pick to better project, it's nearly impossible to have any sort of productive conversation

You're sat on his bedroom floor, rolling your eyes during his entire mock presentation

Once he finishes, he smiles, expecting you to erupt into applause

"Boring. Bad. Didn't like it. Let's see mine. My amazing presentation that'll have you utterly amazed." You stand, and begin your presentation, ignoring his complete lack of interest.

Yeah... still, neither of you can agree on anything. So you decide, you'll do both and let the teacher choose.

Which also doesn't go well

He asks you both to stay back after class...

"Okay, well, you guys learned nothing about teamwork, but those were some of the most incredible presentations I've ever had kids your age give," he starts, you roll your eyes

"And I think, once you accept that you're both smart, and that you don't need to be rivals, you two could be an amazing team. Id be very curious to see what you're capable of. Maybe even at the science fair in a few months...?"

You scoff "Absolutely not. I'm never talking to him again"

"Yeah, politely, Y/N has been a complete and utter nightmare."

...

You both won every science fair since then.

Matt Taylor

Football guys were all jerks!

Gym class is the worst for EVERY reason, but those stupid guys who thought everybody was lucky to be near them were the worst of the worst.

All of them were the same. They played wayy too hard, took everything wayy too seriously, and had, basically no empathy for others.

And the teachers would let them get away with everything!

So when forced to play dodge ball, one of those football dicks through the ball way to hard and injured you

HE got in no trouble, but you got NO help! You just had to sit on the bench and get over it??? So unfair!

You were nursing your injury, in a obviously bad mood, when you noticed him staring at you. He seemed like he felt bad, but thats impossible, he's just like everyone else. You rolled your eyes

After the game finished, he snuck over to you

"Hey, im- I'm so sorry for that, uh... hit?" He awkwardly apologised

You gave him a dirty look "whatever, why do you care?"

"Because I hurt you, it was totally an accident, sometimes I get into 'football brain' during regular gym class and I put too much power info my throws and I hurt people... and I'm really sorry."

Your jaw drops a tiny bit... he's sorry???

"Uh... I... okay? I understand...?" You stammered, utterly perplexed

The guy seemed concerned "Are you okay? You look like I just grew a second head"

"No, no... just- why are you apologising??" You asked

"Because I hurt you?" He repeated "have you never apologised before??"

You were a little offended by the question "I have, obviously! But all you football guys are jerks, you annoy, bother, and hurt everybody, but never apologise. Why are you doing that?"

"Jeez! I- I'm nothing like those guys, we just play the same sport. I swear. Please don't think of me like that" He was hurt by your assumption

"Sorry, I was wrong." You sighed

He properly introduced himself, Matt. And the more you talked, the more you realised just how wrong you really were. The guy was an absolute sweetheart, little bit dumb sometimes, but a really good dude.

Okay... so maybe most of those football guys were jerks.

Mike Munroe

Mike was a shoo-in for class president

There was no reason to even try

He's funny, smart, likeable, everybody who meets him is utterly charmed

Until... you?

You're smart, likable, funny... and you seem to actually care about helping people...? damn

Well, he does love a challenge, and finally having a worthy opponent

You have the smarts, the genuine passion, the desire to improve your classmates lives, but he has the social intelligence, the charm, the persuasion

Intelligence vs persuasion, passion vs charisma, the desire to help people vs the desire for power

It's annoying when he realises you're genuinely the better person, so he has to resort to bad mouthing you.

Mike expects you to crack under the pressure, but you keep your cool, and navigate his accusations and rumours with grace

Your posters are informative and well put together, clearly preferring substance over flash, Mike's are eye catching and intriguing, but there's nothing beneath the surface

It all comes to a head at the debate. Mike was so fucking sure he had it in the bag

He sees you, sanding opposite him, a confident smile, great posture, answering every question thoughtfully

You're talking about something you'd change about the school, everyone is hanging on your every word and Mike feels that same magnetic pull

He notices that sparkle in your eye, that smile, the joy you feel trying to make a difference...

Oh- shit-

He likes you. A lot...

You have a charm, it's not just how pretty you are, it's genuine charm. You're so sweet, you're so- shit- he has a thing for you. He has a fucking crush on his opponent.

Mike has absolutely no idea what to do! He's never liked anyone before, they just like him and he goes along with it but-

You're looking at him... your sparkling eyes....

"-Mr Munroe?" He's whipped back to the auditorium, he's on stage- whole lot of people staring at him... shit- what was the question??

He blushes- "Uh..." wait- he looks down, you're sliding a note into his hand- you're so warm...

Opening the note reveals the question he was asked- Oh thank fuck. He answers it with a shaky voice, his mind still on your eyes, your warmth, your smile.

You helped him... you could've let him embarrass himself but- you helped him... shit- shit- he's so into you... look at you!

Afterwards, he sits in an empty class during lunch, still reeling from the revelation, how long has he had a thing for you??

When he started staring at you in class? He thought he was studying his opponent but...

Was it when he started getting upset when you spoke to other guys? He thought he was mad you were smoozing voters, but.... was he jealous?

Was MICHAEL MUNROE JEALOUS??

This isn't making sense, none of this makes sense, Mike is the charming one. Mike is the one everyone likes. Why does he feel like this??

You won the election obviously, and you're the best class president.

He's a good loser, for once he's actually glad he lost. Your utter joy when you realised you won? Fuckk- you're making it impossible to not fall harder for you.

You came to him after the win... he was the first one you went to...

He shook your hand, he shared your smile and stared into your sparkling eyes, he adored that sparkle...

♡☆♡☆♡☆♡☆

~Elliebean714

[tracybirds]

✨ with Virgil & Scott please 💚💙

Thank you! And oh no, I'm dying because I pulled "The Scare Floor" from Monsters, Inc. (by Randy Newman) ahaha and well... a lot of fun to be had here :D No lyrics to inspire this time seeing as it's a soundtrack and please immediately forget any canon contradictions you see.

Scott and Virgil have a night time visitor (with added bonus points if you know who it is!)

---

The wind howled and hurled itself against the old farmhouse windows, the light of the full moon and stars choked out by thick clouds that suffocated the land.

The shadowy branches scratched at the walls, the storm only growing wilder as the cold night bore on.

The hallway light flickered. Scott opened one eye, listening to the slow, heavy footsteps that crept down the corridor. The shadow, thrown up against the bedroom wall grew larger and larger, all while Scott’s breathing grew shorter and shorter. It lingered, monstrous in size, deliberating outside his room.

He held his breath.

The bedroom door creaked as it swung open and Scott shot to his feet and yelled, brandishing a bat, certain that whatever had come to attack him in the night would not catch him unawares.

There was a shriek and a thud, and Scott looked down to see his little brother, trembling in a heap on the floor.

“Oh, geez, Virg, I’m sorry!” he said quickly, dropping to his knees. The baseball bat rolled towards the closet door, but he paid it no mind as he focused on comforting his brother.

“Are you okay? I promise, I wasn’t gonna hit you, I just thought you were a robber or a kidnapper, or, or a monster.”

“You said monsters weren’t real,” said Virgil indignantly, tears forgotten in an instant. “You said that John and me were babies for thinking that.”

“Yeah, well, you know, it’s dark,” said Scott, the thought that his younger brother would ever think that he was the baby making his cheeks turn red. “My point is you could have been anyone, what are you doing out of bed.”

“John’s snoring,” said Virgil crossing his little arms in a huff.

“Uh-huh,” said Scott, unconvinced. “Sure thing, Virg, you can’t even hear it in this storm.”

“He’s loud,” insisted Virgil.

A roll of thunder clapped, lightning splitting the atmosphere in two, and Virgil shrieked again, diving under Scott’s covers.

Scott rolled his eyes, conveniently forgetting his earlier terror in the face of his younger brother’s fear.

“Sure. The snoring.”

Virgil peeped out from under the covers.

“Can I sleep here?”

Scott contemplated sending him out – the bed was small and Virgil was big enough to go to school with him now after all – but the unshed tears caught the small wash of light from the hallway and his heart softened.

“Yeah, alright. I’ll grab the light.”

He ducked into the hallway, ignoring the strange moans of the wind, and ran to the light switch.

“There’s no such thing as monsters,” he reminded himself.

He steadied his breathing, standing firm with his truth, and flicked off the switch.

A scream shot through the house and he raced back to his room without thinking.

“Virgil?!”

“Scott, there was a monster,” Virgil wailed, shaking in the middle of his bed, curled into a ball.

His heart froze.

“There’s no such thing as monsters, Virg,” he said with a shaky smile.

“There is, I saw it.”

“Where’d you see it? It was probably just the trees.”

“It’s in your closet.”

Scott spun to face the door. It was slightly ajar, its shadowy opening inviting in all manner of dark imaginings.

“Well, it’s not,” he said firmly, privately praying to anyone who could hear him. “Because there’s no such thing as monsters.”

He yanked open the door.

An overly large, orange and yellow, very hairy, very toothy monster stood shaking in the closet.

“ARGH!!”

They all yelled in unison, Scott leaping in front of Virgil, and the monster, desperate to be out of the closet for some reason, stumbled forwards.

His foot came down on the forgotten baseball bat and the monster shrieked some more as the floor seemed to roll beneath him, crashing into Scott’s desk, the model plane crunching beneath its weight and the bottle of glue upended on his head.

“Noooooo, get it off,” it yelled, and the cold fear that had gripped Scott’s heart began to fade.

“Are you alright?”

“Don’t touch me!”

“Okay!” exclaimed Scott, backing up.

Virgil peeked out from behind him and they watched as the monster miserably tried to peel the glue and book pages and broken pieces of wood from his skin.

The glue was fast drying and it had to give up in the end, big, fat tears welling up in its eyes.

“This was my first door,” it wailed. “I passed all the exams, and I can’t even make two kids scream.”

“You were trying to scare us?”

“Only a little. We need your screams.”

“So,” said Scott, creeping a little closer, “you don’t… want… to scare us?”

“No, of course not!” The monster looked miserable. “We just need your screams; they power everything in Monstropolis.”

“Like electricity?” asked Virgil, his grip on Scott’s shirt starting to loosen.

The monster sniffed unhappily.

“It’s the most important job in the city, maybe even the whole world.”

“But, you don’t want to do it?”

“I have to do it,” said the monster. “Everyone always said I’d be such a good scarer, but now look at me.”

He dissolved into tears again.

“Well,” said Scott, exchanging a glance with Virgil. “I thought you were terrifying.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, said Virgil. “I even screamed twice!”

“That’s true,” said the monster, starting to perk up a little bit.

“And I screamed too,” offered Scott. “How many more screams do you need?”

The monster breathed in deeply, his furry brows pulling down over his eyes as he thought the mathematics of screams over.

“Maybe two more?” he ventured.

“We could do that,” said Virgil, bouncing up and down on the bed. “We’ll scream for you.”

“You will?” said the monster, looking like he might cry again. “That’s so nice of you.”

“But you can’t come back,” said Scott, anxiety twisting in his stomach. “We have a little brother; we don’t want him to get scared too.”

“He’s not big like us,” said Virgil seriously.

The monster nodded, and clambered to his feet.

“I can make sure your door is destroyed,” he assured them. “Leave it to me.”

“Good,” said Scott, satisfied. “Do we need to do anything special?”

“No, just scream, as loud as you can.”

“On three?” asked Virgil and he nodded.

“One…two…three!”

They both screamed, loud and long as their lungs could manage. The hallway light turned on, and feet thundered down the same path that Scott had run mere minutes before.

“Bye,” whispered Scott as the closet door swung shut and his parents burst in the room.

“Scott! Are you okay? Virgil, honey you should be in your own bed.”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” said Scott. “Virgil was scared of the storm and I said he could sleep with me.”

“We saw a monster!”

“Shut up, Virgil,” hissed Scott.

“A monster,” said Jeff, trying not to smile. “Whereabouts?”

“In the closet.”

Lucy stroked Scott’s hair, pulling both boys into a tight hug as Jeff approached the closet door.

It swung open, showing nothing but a few coats hanging innocently in place.

“No monsters in here.”

“See, Virgil,” said Scott loudly, glaring at him to make sure he got the message. “There’s no such thing as monsters.”

[momoshin]

wrapped in lace — ryujin

you’d think coming home after long hours of running and making content would knock the two of you right out. but you were hoping it did just the opposite, you made sure the car driving you and the girls gets there first, needing to make sure everything was still in place from how you left it before starting your day (and to be able to change into what you had planned) ryujin gets home with the others as soon as you sit down to take a breath. they all know what you have planned, they’re just here for support before they smoothly make an exit.

“you guys got here fast” ryujin points it out and kisses your lips hello like she hadn’t just done that before going into the separate cars (which she complained about for half an hour). she hands you a smoothie, and you quickly notice she’s the other only member with one in her hands.

“ryujin you literally spent twenty minutes thinking of what smoothie to get your girlfriend” yuna rolls her eyes, making the other four laugh at the birthday girl who slightly blushes and shrugs.

“oooooh” lia cheers, interrupting your girlfriend’s soft, sort of questioning stare at you and causing the two of you to look at her, also catching the other three peeking in the room, yuna trying to squeeze her way in between the unnies. “actually we’re going to go eat, call us if you want anything, have funnn”

“oooooh” lia cheers, interrupting your girlfriend’s soft, sort of questioning stare at you and causing the two of you to look at her, also catching the other three peeking in the room, yuna trying to squeeze her way in between the unnies. “actually we’re going to go eat, call us if you want anything, have funnn”

and just like that, the door is closed. you can hear their steps and what yuna thought was whispers ‘that’s so romantic!!’ ‘ryujin unnie’s probably going to cry’ ‘when did y/n unnie have the time to do all of that?’ that just caused a smile to break into your lips.

“when did you do all of this?” her jaw is open so wide, she’s going to catch flies soon.

“i can’t tell you my secrets” you scoff, a warm, loving smile on your lips as you approached her and dared to wrap your arms around her waist after taking her cross body and setting it on the floor. “do you like it?”

“i love it” she pecks your lips a couple of times, and through all of them you can easily feel the smile that she displayed because of the surprise “can we open presents now?”

“yes baby” the way her voice sounded like an excited kid on christmas morning, and her eyes were so bright, her smile? it melts your heart and you find yourself feeling more love for her than you thought possible.

it’s all pure from there. her pure gasps and smiles or even giggles every times she opens a present and remembers you asking detailed yet questions vague enough for her to not have a clue of the reason behind it.

“where’s the button?” you’ve found yourselves messing around with the new film camera, your girlfriend too excited to leave it for tomorrow like she would’ve said to hide how much she wanted to play with it.

“it says here-“ you begin to read the manual of instructions, and it only takes you a few seconds in to see the blinding light of the flash. “ryujin!”

“found it” she smiles, the two of you giggling softly in the moment. “im keeping this” she smiles, looking at the developing picture of you in what she thinks is your prettiest version, “thank you baby” it's a little muffled against your lips that she keeps kissing and pecking in hopes it helps her express how grateful she is.

"i have one more gift for you" your words too are muffled against her lips, and as soon as she sits back up you look for the red bow you had placed somewhere around the room and stick it right on the top of your head "ta-da"

"oh?" she smiles, opening her arms for you to walk into. she watches you put up your finger as if telling her to wait for you, and undo the zipper of your jacket, letting her catch the red, delicate lace adorning your body. "oh" she's in utter shock, like she hasn't ever seen you like this even though it's a regular occurrence "c'mere, please"

the bow inevitably falls off your head when she pulls you to her by the waist, running her hands all over your body, drinking you in. "is this new?"

"mhm" your hand wraps around the back of her head, keeping eye contact with her as she presses soft kisses to the skin of your tummy that wasn't covered by the lingerie set "got it just for today"

"well. i love it" she smiles "almost want to fuck you in it"

"who said you'd be doing the fucking?" your hands cup her face and bring it up to look at you, thumbs grazing against her lips, her pretty, pink lips that you loved so much "lay down for me?"

she trusts you enough to just go with it, and you easily move the gifts from the bed to the night stand. so she had more space in the bed and nothing broke. your hands run all over her uncovered torso by her crop top, and soon, you found your hands kneading and squeezing at her tits. hums and whispers coming out of her lips.

your legs move on their own to get you in bed, between her legs so your hands could do their thing and undo her jeans, her chuckle when you peck her stomach just like she did yours a few minutes ago rings in your ears beautifully. reminding you how lucky you are to have her, that she’s yours and you’re hers.

“i love you” you whisper against her lips when you’ve come back up, sitting on her lap with your hands on the end of her shirt to slowly remove it. “like, i’m in love with you ryujin” you stop your kisses to look at her, look for a reaction. she takes time. to control her breathing and process the words that had just come out of your mouth, her eyes are glossy and her hand runs through your hair gently.

“i’m in love with you too” she whispers after what feels like has been forever, but only has been seconds. her voice is so small and broken, she is so in love with you, it hurts her to think about it.. everything about you makes her feel in heaven.

your smile is so big though, you weren’t expecting her to not say it back, but it felt good to actually hear it. her lips find yours now, and the kiss starts so soft, slow, telling each how much you felt for the other, and its like that for some time, tongues dancing and all. but then her hands start going down to your ass, and you don’t have it in you to stay put when she moves your hips for you, her naked thighs rubbing against your clothed core in delicious ways.

“don’t take it off” she whispers as soon as she sees you sit up in her lap, and her fingers soon loop around the flimsy, tiny part covering your crotch. she thinks about putting it to the side and just watching like this, but then again something about using her strength on or for you makes her feel in control, so she does just that. tears it right off of you.

“ryujin?!” you whine. hands on her naked shoulders as you stare at your thong in her fingers.

“don’t make me gag you with it” she spits, and at the sound of her voice so deep; you whimper, specially when she runs her thumb up and down your clit, eliciting a few gasps out of you too. you try to, with all your inner strength, pull away from her hand, but instead position yourself so your legs could cross with hers. your cunts both fitting together like puzzle pieces. “fuck”

she’s been under you many times before. but the sight before you is so different from those times, she’s biting her lip, eyes half closed, her nipples perked up already, hands on your waist to control you moving, she’s groaning and grunting in such sinful ways too, making you wetter than before and easier for the two of you to move.

she’s closed her eyes when you, still riding her, stretch your arm enough to take the new camera in your hands, she doesn’t even open her eyes when you put a hand on her stomach in a more possesive way than anything, she only does so when she hears the click of the camera shooting the sight in front of it: your cunt glued to hers, your hand spread on her toned abdomen as if to tell anyone who saw the lewd image that she was yours.

she bites her lips at her own sight, you on top, the red lace that she’d yet to rip off your body hugging you so beautifully, your hair down your shoulders and back, you waiting for the polaroid to develop with your teeth digging into your bottom lip. but most importantly the sight of your pussy against hers. the noises you two made, how it felt. she feels dizzy already.

“you better not show that to anyone. specially the girls” she warns, her legs opening wider to give you more space for an advantage of getting the perfect angle between the two of you “fffuck, do that again”

“that?” she wonders if this is how you feel when she starts getting cocky. because you certainly are as you roll your hips over and over again like you had for the few last seconds. you don’t stop asking until she groans out a yes, fingers so tight around the skin of your hips that you were worried she was going to bruise you. “and i don’t know. i think jisu unnie might find it hot, don’t you?”

suddenly, you feel her breath so much closer to your lips than you remember her being, your covered nipples against her naked, hard ones, her hand fully tangled in your hair, pulling well enough to make you hiss and whimper into her lips “im not playing with you y/n” she groans “anyone else sees your pussy and it’s over for you”

“what are you gonna do?” you’re teasing her with your smile, and she hates it so much. how can you be so brave when she’s got you so vulnerable right on her cunt??

“you don’t want to find out.” her hand wraps around you to slap your ass so, so hard, you’re worried for her hand. “why are you being such a whore right now, am i not enough for you?” you’re not responding, just looking at her with your brattiest expression and hoping it pisses her off. not enough for this tight pussy?” she draws a gasp from you when she says the words ‘tight pussy’ because at that same time she’s pushed a finger into you from behind

she smiles against your lips when you muffle something against hers, not finding in you to make actual words and sentences.

“what’s that princess? i didn’t quite catch it” she smirks, kissing your lips and nose so soft as if she didn’t have a whole finger inside you at the same time

“im kidding. im sorry. im sorry” your eyes are shut closed, your clit throbbing and so is your head from all the sensations you’re experiencing right now.

“you’re so easy to handle” she chuckles. not meant to be endearing at all but degrading. “make me cum baby, fuck yourself on my fingers and make me cum. can you do that for me?” she pushes two more inside you just in time.

“yes. yes i can. yes.” you moan and shake when trying to lift yourself off her chest, and she takes the opportunity with the hand that wasn’t inside you, to free your tits out of the lace holding them away from her. you maneuver your hips to be able to sit on her fingers fully, all three of them buried to the hilt, but to be able to rub her clit with yours when you thrust back up.

“so good for me baby.” your girlfriend kisses from your jaw, to your neck, to your chest, always leaving bites soft enough to not mark any part of you. she watches you all along, loving the way small gasps, whimpers and moans all escape your lips that couldnt seem to close unlike your eyes. your eyes had been shut tight for a few minutes now, not being able to look anywhere or even at her.

the heat in your stomach starts growing, but you can’t and won’t cum without her. even if it meant holding it for however long you needed to. “are you close daddy?”

“yeah baby, almost there” ryujin kisses your sweaty cheeks and lifts her head up as much as she can to kiss your swollen lips. “you can cum, you have my permission” she brushes your hair out of your face with her free hand, pecking your lips once again as she watches your face contort in pleasure

“i w-wanna wait for y-you” you return her kisses as you can, in your vulnerable state. and she keeps grunting and moaning against your lips and even going so far as to lift her hips against yours because she just wants to see and feel you shaking on top of her so bad. so bad. “please. please.”

“go ahead princess, cum.., ff-fuck-k im c-cumming-h” her eyes roll to the back of her head, your highs are so hard that you can almost hear ringing in your ears. and the few seconds that you have over her as she still handles her orgasm, you use to kiss all over her jaw and cheeks while still rolling your hips against her.

“happy birthday baby” you whisper after a long while of the two of you looking at each other in silence and attempting to regain your breath, it causes her to giggle and cover her face with her hand at the thought of the two of you engaging in such filthy activities a few minutes ago and you being so soft and loving right after

“thank you my love, for everything” one of her hands runs her nails up and down your back as she watches you blush and smile at her. “how much time do we have left?”

“like an hour max” you whisper after looking at the alarm clock on her nightstand. “why”

“there’s one more thing i want to try”

[milos-doots]

(looks at you like this)

Milo posting Fanfiction?? It's more likely than you think 😳 I'm cringe but I'm freee

I didn't fact check this or spell check I barely checked anything I simply wrote and didn't read anything back <3

Watch Dogs 2 grabbed me by the neck again as you can see and MAN. I want a certain genre of fics that I can Never find so this is part one of me making them,,, part two??? Who knows

Anyways here it starts have funnn

Some background:

This is a "What if?" Scenario for the DLC "Moscow Gambit". This follows some time after the events of Marcus' kidnapping and Dedsec's act of revenge with destroying some of the Bratva's.. supplies.

Marcus is now tasked as The Decoy, driving around Marin to attract the attention of the Bratva while the rest of Dedsec wire the Bratva houses to blow. It's going so far so good, Marcus has a target on his back, and the thing about decoys..

"Hurry, man! Decoys usually end up gettin' shot!"

"Yup, I hear you."

Marcus had been in much more precarious scenarios before, from being trapped in a Prime_eight bunker rigged with bombs, to escaping corrupt cops and gang members on Alcatraz. Leading the Bratva around on a wild goose chase seemed like nothing compared to this, and yet the both of them couldn't help the nervousness in their tones. One slip-up could be the end of the operation, and more people getting hurt.

The commercial areas of the town were in a panic, people running in all sorts of different directions towards buildings, just desperately trying to flee the gunfire from blockades that the gang had set up in order to catch Marcus in his tracks, but unfortunately for them, there was always a way around them.

Leaning into a sharp turn off the main road and onto a dirt path, he narrowly avoided another blockade and their bullet spray.

Ahead of him again was the house that Wrench was setting up in, and with no other options for a path, he held on for dear life and drove the cycle off a hill by an adjacent house.

He whooped as he landed it, the suspensions on the motorcycle squealing as he did. This wasn't the only tricky jump he landed, and each one was becoming less comfortable to land than the last. None of them were really comfortable at all, and early on, Marcus remarked to himself that he'd be sore in the morning after this.

Some Bratva members were ahead ready to intersect him with gunfire, but he was already zipping by them, running the cycle straight through a fence and back into a residential road he'd been through.

By now he was expecting the "all clear" and was just about ready to bolt and lose his tail, but nothing yet. There was radio silence on the others' end, and he could only hope that everyone was outta there by now.

The next corner he turned, the intersection was almost entirely blocked off, cars lining each side of the street, as well as the path he'd already stormed through.

"Marcus! We're done here! But I've got something ne-"

Whatever Wrench was saying next, Marcus couldn't hear.

At once they were all firing at him, yelling insults and directions to other members in Russian. He jerked the wheel to the side, turning the cycle as quickly as he could to head back on himself. That's when he felt it. A cry forced itself out as a sharp, hot pain shot through his leg and side, nearly almost causing him to fall off the cycle mid-turn. Just as he righted himself, another car was dead ahead, driving straight at him with no signs of slowing. The motorcycle was hissing, smoking underneath him. It, like him, wouldn't last much longer in the chase.

He swerved to the side, ending up on a shorter road that lead right down to a motel and parking lot. Marcus pulled the brakes as hard as he could, and yet he still ended up skidding through the fence and crashed onto the sand. The bike went flying by him, landing on the beach with a loud crash and a thud.

-"Marcus? MARCUS? Shit.. Fuck FUCK!"

The line went dead, and Marcus wasn't picking back up. And what he'd heard didn't sound good- guns firing, the cry with hitched breath and screeching of the motorcycles wheels. Wrench punched the makeshift workbench he'd been using, before knocking shit off of it with a yell. He called up the others, quickly updating them on what happened as he charged out of the house. In a different scenario, the others might've stopped him from rushing into conflict like this, but whatever they might've said wouldn't stop him from going. Around the side of the house was a second motorcycle, set up for his own escape when he was ready. As he got on and revved the engines, Sitara's voice cut through- the groups general consensus-

-"Go save our boy, Wrench."

Marcus laid stunned on the ground for a while, vision dark and spinning. A loud ringing filled his ears as he came to, clenching his hands, fistfuls of dirt and sand in an attempt to wake himself. More scattered gunshots and nearby voices yelling out in Russian alerted him.

They were still after him.

Unable to pick himself back up, he started dragging his body along the ground towards what remained of the fence and the concrete border to at least be in better cover. Sitting himself up against the wall, he pulled his mask off shakily, wrapping it as tightly around the area above the bullet wound on his leg as he possibly could.

"Shiit.. c'mon Man. You got this.-"

Shifting himself uncomfortably, he pulled out his phone. The screen was cracked but still useable, so he hacked into a nearby camera to mess with the infrastructure around in order to keep the attention away from his location. They were getting decently close to his hiding spot, and with the bike seeming to be minutes if not seconds from exploding, dread was beginning to set in.

Was this what Horatio felt? His last minutes bleeding out on the enemies floor, wondering if his friends knew where he was? If they were trying to find him?

Wrench's voice on his phone cut through his thoughts, bringing him back to the present.

-"Marcus! M, hey! I'm on my way. Just hold on. Josh got me your location. Don't move, just stay right there and I'll get you. Just *hold on.*"

He didn't respond, but Wrench knew he was listening, or at least he hoped. A lot of Bratva were still in the area according to his map, some leaving only because they'd given up the search.

A sudden explosion lit up an area down the road, and over the comms Wrench heard scattered panic from the gang and commands for backup. Whatever happened lead the rest away from where Marcus was at.

The engine of a motorcycle soon drowned out the searching, and through the cameras he could see Wrench flying up on his motorcycle. The masked man quickly got off, jumping the railing and landing by him.

"Shhiit- okay- alright, Marcus, we gotta go. I've got you. Just-- ooughhh up we go-"

Wrench was saying as he grabbed Marcus under the arm and helped pull him up. Sliding his phone back into his pocket he focused more on stemming the bleeding from his side.

"You like where- where I parked? Remember.. this spot?"

"Yeah, where we caught those FBI fuckwads creeping on us. Hard to forget. You scared the hell outta me, you know?"

Wrench placed another cloth mask in Marcus' hand, having it pressed against his side.

"Fuck, man! You are heavy!" Wrench joked, or at least tried to. The worry in his tone definitely killed it. Marcus let out a strained laugh as the two hobbled awkwardly up the stairs.

"Hhey- man, what did I tell you! Decoy. Got. Shot."

"Yeah he did."

Wrench's voice was wracked with poorly-hidden guilt. The adrenaline was still shooting through him as Wrench helped him onto the bike. It was numbing the pain, but it wouldn't last much longer now, and it was already starting to lose it's effect as Wrench got on afterwards, starting the engine.

"Hold on, alright M? Hold tight. Sitara-"

-"Everything's ready here. Get going!"

Wrench kept one hand over Marcus' arms, making sure he wouldn't let go. With that, he sped off, headed back for the Hackerspace.

"We still gonna do the- the boom booms?"

Marcus asked weakly with a little laugh, his head rested on the uncomfortable shoulder spikes.

"Yeahhh. We're gonna get those shit-stains back. We won't do those boom booms without you. I'll give your corpse the damn detonator if that's what it takes."

He got no response from Marcus, which worried him a bit. Wrench shrugged his shoulder a bit, carefully trying to wake him up, if he was falling asleep.

"C'mon M, not yet. You gotta stay with me here."

"Ay man- your shoulder.. not a good bed. Too many spikes. Not sayin' they dont look good or anything though.."

Marcus was quiet for a moment, grimacing as he pulled one hand back to put it over his side. Wrench held the other much more tightly, making sure he had some extra balance in his cloudy state. Marcus spoke up again.

"....How about some eye spy?"

It wasn't long before the two got back home, rushing through the empty storefront and to the back. The others were already at the door to greet them, quickly getting Marcus downstairs to be treated as best they could with what they had. Not only did the one on his side look worse, but turns out, when you go flying off a motorcycle going who knows how fast, there tends to be not-so pleasant side effects. Broken bones for one of them.

At the beginning there had been debate about whether or not they'd send him to a hospital, mainly worrying about the risk of any of their enemies finding out he was there, like that. In the beginning they'd decided against it, but when they had no other choice, they at least had help in Dedsec. One of their members at the hospital could take him in, keep things under wraps and put a fake alias into the system.

There wasn't much time, so despite their varied reservations, they sent him off.

Wrench sat at his workbench for a majority of the time afterwards, always looking back towards the entrance with mixes of worried different emotes showing on the mask. The only time his routine stopped being when Raymond came over and attempted to share a beer. Wrench didn't lash out, per se, though there had been a couple of choice words that kept him away from the general area for a while.

He'd desperately wanted to go in with Marcus when they took him out, but he'd been told to stay back, as have the rest of the members. It would draw too much attention, but they'd been informed that there were other ways to check in.

Time dragged on, as it always did when they didn't have Marcus running in and out of the Hackerspace, when they seemed to be doing the same old routine over and over again. Sitara going out to tag more buildings and billboards, Ray sitting in his usual corner, having a drink, or trying to see whatever Josh was doing. Something about a giant drone, usually.

It was hard for Wrench to do anything but go to his garage to build and break things, and if he wasn't there, he was in the Hackerspace with his hidden eyes glued to a tablet. Turns out, the hospital security was a bit tough to crack. Then again, his usual "brute force everything" method didn't quite work here. Or in most places.

"Heyy guys."

And there he was, walking down the last few steps into the main room, grinning like nothing even happened. It was hard to miss a couple of the butterfly bandages over the smaller scrapes, but he looked better.

"MARCUS!" Wrench abandoned whatever he was doing immediately, giving him one of the biggest hugs he'd ever given someone in his life.

"Shhii-.. auh, This feels familiar, don't it?"

Everything still hurt a lot, but he hugged Wrench back warmly.

"I'm sorry for ever sending you out there, man! Since you already had the whole bounty on your head and-"

"Nah, man.. it's cool. I had fun!"

Marcus pulled back, putting his hands on Wrench's shoulders.

"Plus, you totally went out there and risked your own ass for me. Totally badass."

"Like Jimmy Siska badass?" Wrench's mask lit up with question marks, and Marcus nodded with a laugh.

"Hell yeah like Jimmy Siska!"

The others had started to gather around, happy to have him home.

"I think this calls for a little "welcome home watch party", What do you say?" Sitara came up with Raymond, each with drinks for everyone there.

The party migrated to the couch, taking their positions as if they were about to watch the new cyber driver trailer all over again.

"How'd you get the attention of the Bratva? That explosion, what'd you do?" Marcus asked, sitting back comfortably with both hands on his drink.

"Well, let's say there's a *bunch* of high fish out on that side of town." Raymond remarked from the back with an amused tone, Josh short to follow with,

"Dead fish. Lots of dead or sick fish."

Marcus looked back to the two of them over his shoulder, raising his bottle as he spoke,

"I'll make sure to honor their noble sacrifice for me."

"Everyone!! Boom booms, people! Anyday now!" Wrench came from his workbench, raised the remote, before dramatically bowing down in front of where Marcus was sitting.

"Great sir, you have the honors. As promised."

"Why, thank you my dear knight in shining armor. Alright y'all. Let's finish these bastards."

Wrench hopped up onto his space on the couch, and the hackers watched the fireworks commence.

~

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Thank u for attending it had to Be Done,,, I dusted off my old Wattpad account for this

[p1nkwitch]

Please may I have number 3? Drunk/sloppy kiss, with either jmart or lonelyeyes?

This got out of control, so forgive me, i just have this scene in the backburner of my mind for months and wanted to post it somewhere. So its soft and a little bit sad, but ultimately i love it. I hope its what you want!

Also im a lonelyeyes shipper first so if given the option i would always pick it first, sorry if you wanted the Jmart.

Maybe later i will compile all this shorts in ao3.

3- Drunk/sloppy kiss

Elias is trying his hardest to focus but it was proving to be a little bit too hard. Today was…

Well today was not a good day for him in several instances, so when he got home he decided to drink to more or less forget the day happened and just wake up the next morning with a headache, more bearable in his book than overthinking things and beholding being particularly bitchy by making it worse.

However he did manage to get significantly drunk which is why he was currently talking animatedly to Peter who was looking at him amusedly from behind the couch, since he just arrived and Elias was not up to getting up.

“sSo i was with- with OsCAR AND you would not believe what he said-” Peter hums in agreement and starts to move away, making him pout so he gets up slightly and grabs his sleeve before he escapes.

“I'm talking Peter!!” His husband? Were they married now? He can't recall, sighs and gets his hand off him, making him upset, but he goes around the couch to sit next to him and pour what's left of the scotch on a glass, taking a gulp.

“Why did you think getting drunk on a… wednesday night was a good idea?” He doesn't want to think of the reason now, so he shrugs and says what comes to mind.

“Awful day, wanted to not thiiiink about it” He sees him scrunch up his face at him, but ultimately nods, he won't pry, it would mean caring about his wellbeing too much and Peter can't bring himself to do it. Or well he does sometimes, his moral sense is a spinning wheel anyways.

Elias feels still slightly upset, but more importantly he is also mesmerized watching Peter drink and just stay close to him, what a peculiar man that he is, claiming to be lonely yet staying with him who represents everything he hates. It makes him smile.

Peter is an acolyte of the lonely yet he has his personality and is not a boring husk, he knows exactly the kind of person he is and yet he still marries him, more importantly Peter is aware that one day he could be the death of him, and Elias has the suspicion that he wouldn't even be mad at him for it. Merely annoyed at himself.

Peter Lukas would never hate him for how he is even if it brings him his doom.

Elias slides closer and leans on Peters side, with his head on his shoulder making him stiffen and yet not pull him away, he giggles at the contradictions of this man, this silly little big man that he loves. Oh.

Oh he does love him, it does not mean he won't let him go if it serves him and he would be offended if it wasn't the same way for him. But nevertheless he does.

His face burns pleasantly and he nuzzles his side a little bit. He must have mumbles something, because he hears him sigh and kiss the top of his head.

“Dead of me for sure” Elias looks up at him and he sees the surprised and flushed look he has. Silly man. Nodding he grabs his arm and pulls him until they are both lying on the couch, with him lying almost practically falling off it. His husband or not husband doesn't protest much, beyond grumbling and snorting at his feeble attempts at kissing his neck, they were sloppy as hell, but he was having fun!! It's been a while.

Its when he brushes a certain spot that Peter stiffens and laughs.

Oh?

“Elias no- don't you dar-!!!” He blows a raspberry and Peter starts laughing like crazy!!! He was ticklish that asshole told him he wasn't! He always got him and he could never get revenge not until now!!

“YES!! I KNEW YOU HAdd to be Ticklish someWhereeee” Peter wheezes and he laughs against him trying to reach the spot again, oh god he has to remember his tomorrow, he has to otherwise it would be for nothing- shit- He-

Flops to the ground with a thud.

There is silence only shaken by Peter's heavy breathing. Despite the fall he is grinning ear to ear. He sees the man peak from the couch at him with an afronted look and very flushed face.

“Are you ok?” He keeps his grin in place and laughs nodding.

“Yes!! Oh that was funnn” He sighs dreamily, it was so much fun. Peter shakes his head at him.

“Who knew being drunk got you to be so...sappy and childish, you really were holding out onto me huh?” Was he? He probably was, he really had to hold back most of the time.

“Mm” He sees Peter hand go to his face and he tilts it to the side expectantly, the man merely puts some hair out of his face and hesitatnly boops his nose. His smile turns softer. Quickly he grabs his hand and kisses his wrist softly. The man stiffens and he laughs before lifting himself up a little bit to start to kiss his way up the arm.

Peter breathing goes up and when he checks his face is completely red, not only that but he doesn't seem to know where to look. God he is so cute.

Laughing softly he keeps going, advancing like he wants, grateful he was wearing a short sleeve. Once he reaches the fabric of his clothes he jumps up directly to kissing him in the mouth, now that they were at the same height. Its good.

More importantly he feels the other unwind and reciprocate. Elias is honestly in a cloud right now, whatever was upsetting him was definitely out of mind, the feels of his sometimes husband slightly chapped lips pressed against his, his hitched breath at the whispered words that he knows makes him usually run, but not today, now now, make ti all the better and sweeter. Of course that's when the man tries to get closer and ends up rolling too much falling half on top of him. They both groan at first, but then-

Then he starts to laugh uncontrollably, Peter pouts but chuckles along before pressing his face on the crook of his neck. Far bigger than him, but always awfully cuddly when he can get away with it.

“What?” Peter shakes his head.

“You are not going to remember any of this are you?” He blinks a few times and after measuring it he has to admit he drank too much.

“Mmmmayhaps not?” A kiss to the neck.

“Good” Ah, that's why he is so sappy. Loneliness by being the only one who recalls this.

“Peter?”

“Mm?” Well if he is not going to might as well go out?

“Want to danceeee”

“No”

“Please?” Silence.

A resigned sigh.

“I hate you” Elias smiles and kisses the top of his head.

“No you dont-”

They get up and he is shakily clutching Peter who merely spins him around the room without rhyme or reason, but that in his addled mine is the closest to waltz he can manage with his coordination at hand. He spends most of it laughing and talking and occasionally just leaning up to get more kisses, that Peter obliges. Silly, silly man!!

In the end he drags him to bed and they lay down to sleep, not before his husband leaves him a cup of water and some pills for an upcoming headache in the morning. Once in bed he snuggles closer to Peter who lets him and curves himself around him.

“... It's the anniversary of Barnabas death”

“... Which one-?”

“The skull, your- Mordechai?”

“Ahh the lonely one” He stays there in warmth not as bothered by it anymore.

“Would you watch me and still let me die little pufferfish?” He scrunches up his nose and thinks, but the answer has always been the same.

“Yes… would you hate me for it?” Peter doesn't answer and he is almost asleep before he hears the answer.

“No, i dont think i could, i know how you are, it would be stupid of me to do it” It was the answer he was expecteng yet having it confirmed lifted something out from him, a small weight he wasnt expecting.

“Thank you, love you Peter”

“...You too my lovely downfall”

Elias sleeps and dreams of foggy beaches with lost rings and skulls. One day he will miss Peter just as he does for Barnabas he is sure of it.

[mikmikisnotcrack]

Dance to This

Bambam x Reader

Summary: One Saturday evening, after one too many shots with Jackson Wang, you end up dancing with Bambam in Mark’s kitchen.

Warnings: None

A/N: hi it’s ya girl Mikmik. I haven’t written in quite some time, so I’m a little crusty. Please pardon me if it’s not up to a good expectation! Will post part 2 soon!

Recommended listen: Dance to This - Troye Sivan ft Ariana Grande

It was another saturday evening with your best friend. It was the night after the last midterm, so you guys decided to celebrate by attending a mutual friend, Mark’s, party. After all, you guys worked your asses off just to ensure you were at least passing. But that was all over now, so it was time to let loose and party. 

The house was dimly lit, and the only source of light were the LED lights that flashed in different colors every now and then to the beat of the song. People were packed in the house, dancing, grinding, interacting with each other, just living their best lives. Wearing your best  party outfit, a cup in hand, you and your friend were swaying to the beat of the song in the living room.

“I feel like I haven’t gone out in months! This feels great” Your friend says as they hop to the song.

You let out a small “woo” in agreement, putting your arms up as you dance along with them, ignoring the liquor that spilled over the cup. That’s a future you problem.

 “So, any plans for tonight?” Your friend winks at you “Y’know, a little birdie told me a certain Thai boy is here tonight.”

You rolled your eyes “Wow I didn’t know Ten was here. Or is it Nickhun? I haven’t talked to him in a while.”

Your friend smiles, facepalming “Haha very funny..I cannot with you sometimes. Keep denying it babe, we both know who I’m talking about”

Yeah, you knew exactly who they were talking about. Bambam was a good friend of yours, you met him almost a year ago at the very same party you were at now. You two got incredibly close over time, you were almost separable, to the point where people thought you were basically dating. Honestly, you’d get why. You would sit on Bambam’s lap, you two would lean on each other, hold each other’s hands when walking, sleep together, really the only thing you need is an official title. But the thing is, you didn’t. That’s when things got a little awkward between you two. You would still hang around each other, after all, you’re still in the same friend group as him. There’s just a  hint of awkwardness if you squint hard enough. It didn’t get any better when Jackson, another mutual friend, groaned and asked “Jeez why won’t you two just date?” While you sat in Bambam’s lap during a movie. That’s when it really got awkward. You two would stop showing each other signs of affection except for occasional greeting hugs, and your conversations would die as quickly as it was started. After all the awkwardness, you kinda just stopped going to him and Jackson’s apartment even if Jackson wanted to hang out with you. That started about three weeks ago.

You paused from dancing for a moment, looking up to the ceiling, tapping on your cheek, “No I don’t think so” You retort back to your friend. 

“Uh yeah, sure keep pulling the ‘Bambam who?’ card, [Y/N], you can’t avoid him forever” Your friend says as they take a sip of their drink. You sighed, they were right. As much as stupid Jackson made it worse, you two were the ones who refused to talk to each other in the first place. You very much miss his dumbass antics. And it was only a matter of time before you had to eventually face him.

“What about Bambam!” A familiar voice exclaims, popping out of the crowd of people and slinging his arm around you. You did not have the energy for this boy sometimes.

“Go away Jackson” You teased, taking another sip of your drink as you try ducking away from his arm. In which, you fail to do so.. 

“[Y/N] over here refuses to talk to Bambam  after the awkwardness that those two idiots caused” Your friend says, shrugging as they emptied their cup “I’m gonna get another drink, do you want one?”

“No, It’s okay, you can go ahead and get one” You respond, holding a hand out. Your friend shrugs their shoulders, and pushes through the crowd of people into the kitchen, you then turn to pay attention to Jackson.

“Aish, here you go again.” Jackson groans “You’re s--”

“Yeah yeah ok, we get it, I’m a big pussy, this situation could’ve been handled a lot better had I not been a big pussy, are you happy, Seunn?” You grumble, cutting Jackson off from his teasing.

“Sheeeesshh, okay.” Jackson put his hands up in defeat “What friend do you take me for? I am distraught that you would think of me in such manner. I was going to say that you’re going to get wrinkles if you keep furrowing your brows like that. Tsk tsk tsk [Y/N], such a young-”

“You know what Jackson Wang--” You raised your fist at him. Not that you were actually going to hit the guy, have you seen his body? That punch would do nothing. He backed away though.

“Ok, it’s bad, but y’know what? Papa Jackson is here to help!” He exclaims, grinning at you 

“Ew, did you just call yourself p--”

“LETS GO GET SHOTS!”

And that’s how you ended up standing by the bar in the backyard with people circling you and Jackson. You were very much tipsy at this point as you and Jackson went shot by shot by shot. You took a look at Jackson, who you watched take his fifth shot. You were not about to lose to Jackson motherfucking Wang. Shaking your head as the crowd around you chanted “SHOTS! SHOTS! SHOTS!” You weren’t going to let the crowd down now, are you? With a sharp inhale, you take in three more to hit  your sixth shot. 

You slammed down the shot glass on the table. “BRING IT, WANG” 

Jackson- being Jackson- threw off his snapback, unzipped his jacket, screamed and turned to the crowd with his arms wide open. The crowd of people went wild as he turned to you and pointed right at you. “Try me,” He says. And with that, you both kept going.

 Somewhere between your eight or ninth shot- you lost track at this point, all you knew was that you were fucking drunk- you heard a voice in the crowd calling for you. “Oh my god [Y/N]”

Still mid-shot, you turned to the voice and saw Bambam, his brows furrowed as he walked towards you. He held your forearms, preventing you from taking another shot “What on earth are you doing?” He asks.

“Trying to beat Jackson” You slurred, tilting your, probably, tenth shot to take a sip “I’m not letting that loser beat me”

“[Y/N]... Look at Jackson right now.” You turned round and saw that somewhere in between your recent shots, Jackson had ended up ditching the bar and climbing on top of the pool waterfall. At this point, the crowd that surrounded you already gave their attention to Jackson. The crowd cheered Jackson on as he yelled something in the mix of Chinese, Korean and English and backflipped into the pool. “Your competition is absolutely wasted”

“I won? I won! SUCK IT, JACKSON WANG!”

Bambam hissed, shaking his head as he dragged you back inside to the kitchen. He shooed away a drunk person off the bar stool and ushered you to sit down. Bambam walked over to the fridge and out a pitcher of water and filled a cup that he had found. 

“What the heck were you thinking doing shots with Jackson, of all people?” Bambam sighs, handing you the glass of water.

"I just needed to get my mind off of thinggsss, the usuaaall" You slur. Bambam clicks his tongue, his brows furrowed.

His eyes stared at you, concern written on his face. He already knew what the things were. “It’s okay thouugh, now that you’re here.” Bambam sighs. 

“You should sober up, I don’t want to talk to you in this state.” You shake your head, taking a drink out of the glass. 

“But I don’t want tooo, being drunk is funnn.” Bambam  sighs, once again, as you put the glass of water down on the counter beside you. He reached forward to give you the glass once again, but you stopped him as a familiar beat started playing through the speakers.

Young ambition...

Say we'll go slow but we never do...

“Ah, sober later! Dance with me Bammie” You stood up from the chair, grabbing his arms and pulling him closer to you. 

Bambam’s ears burned as he felt your body on his. He was normally used to this kind of skin to skin contact, but ever since you two drifted, thoughts of being romantically with you filled his head. “I-I don’t think u-h..” He stammered, looking for words to excuse himself before he made the situation between you two worse. 

You pressed a finger to Bambam’s lips, leaning in closer to his face “Let’s talk later, I wanna dance.” 

All the sudden, all the people in the kitchen started disappearing around you two. The colors of the LED lights seemed to make the atmosphere in the room even more seductive as they changed colors to the beat. 

Bambam placed his hands on your waist as you two danced to the beat of the song. You pressed Bambam further against you, wrapping your arms around his neck. The tension between you two grew as you grinded on each other. Your body pressed on his, absentmindedly grinding on him sent so much heat to his body it drove him crazy. Your hands trailed down his exposed chest, sending tingles up his spine. How could you do the bare minimum and make him feel like this? As if you weren’t already driving him crazy, you leaned closer against him and pressed a kiss to his neck. 

Bambam let out a small sigh. God, he really wanted to kiss you there and then, but there was so much awkward tension between the two of you, and you were clearly drunk, he didn’t want to take advantage of your drunken state. So much was running through his head, he didn’t realize that he had stopped dancing.

“Hey Bam?” He hummed in response. “What are you waiting for?” 

Here he is again, searching for answers in his head. “I-”

“Just kiss me already”

“Ah… fuck it”

Oh, yeah, under the kitchen lights...

You still look like dynamite...

And I wanna end up on you..

Oh, don't need no place to go..

Just put on the radio...

You know what I wanna do..

[dra-and-sdra2-imagine-writer]

(Ah! This might not be a friendly prompt just to let you know,,) How would the cast react to someone in the killing game with a seemingly innocent talent with a quiet and shy personality, only to be find out they're actually really evil, like being manipulative, violent, and the worst part is, they're the only one who knows they're *spoilers!!* in a virtual world and Mikado plans but decide not to tell. *They're not in void! Just to let you know* How would the sdra2 cast deal with them?

I’m really sorry this took so long, but for the life of me I couldn’t figure out what to write for this scenario, but I finally came up with something after all this time with the help from this amazing skittle! (get it cause skittles are multiple colors! I’m sorrry for that terrible joke and for how this turned out, this really wasn’t my best work. Though, I still hope you enjoy, the next ones I finish up should be soon.) But with the help of @imaginefanganronpas I finally manage to finish this! So, thank you!

- Ding dong

I know you can hear me

Open up the door I only wanna play a little~

- A bright smile was plastered on your face as you spoke with your fellow students, laughing and joking along with them. Friends were the impression they were under.

- Wouldn’t betray each other, live a peaceful life, the same old lines repeated like a broken record. S/O couldn’t count the various times they’ve heard that phrase to the point where they started to tune it out, but the smile remained never the less.

-Everything was blissful, S/O made friends and they spend time together until the idea of the party was proposed. If your actual self was being displayed, there wouldn’t be a chance that you would be offered to do something like this, but since it wasn't known, what could go wrong?

-The party was rather boring, in your opinion as you stir the beverage with a straw looking around. Your behavior perked up when Setsuka had approached, “Huh? What’s the matter Suka-chan?” You asked, forcing a fake smile onto your face as she slung her arm around you and laughed slightly. “Why aren’t cha havin funnn? This is a once in a life time chanceeee..!” There was a small hiccup could be heard from her while you shook your head. “I am, I’m just a little tired.”

- Setsuka nodded before she stumbled off, S/O scoffed, as they soon stood up seeing as the party was slowly starting to come to a close. “Don’t worry, I’ll help take some of them back to their rooms!” You chirped over to the worried Yokuro as you made your way towards Nikei and Iroha, and started to bring them off to their rooms.

-With a small chuckle, you spoke with the intoxicated teens as you brought them back to their rooms. “Smank you..s/o!” Nikei hiccuped as he made his way into his room most likely collapsing instantly. Iroha was just laughing uncontrollably and so you had to tuck her in before leaving. Humming softly, you been to whisper a song underneath your breath as she made her way to her room.

-Ding dong

You can't keep me waiting

It's already too late for you to try and run away

I see you through the window

Our eyes are locked together

I can sense your horror

Thought I'd like to see it closer..

-The sound of the birds chirping is what caused S/O to wake up, stretching their arms over their head they got up and got dressed. Before starting to make their way towards the room after changing into their daily attire. The Ultimate plushmaker it was clear that S/o’s attire would reflect that with a pep in their step they soon excited the monocruise wanting something to do. This game was sure starting off slow, that’s for sure.

- I What brought them out of their thoughts was the sound of the bell ringing so they started running towards the curious of what happened. Perhaps a murder? A surprise visitor? Who knows, but then they arrived one of their guesses was crossed off of the list. That being a murder and the victim was nonother then the Ultimate Astronaut Yuri Kagarin. S/O had a frown on their face, contrary to the horrified expressions of their classmates. “Shame, I didn’t get to see it happen..” You muttered harshly underneath you breathe before shaking your head. “Poor Yuri, he was our friend!” You exclaimed, much louder as you put your hands over your eyes and shook your head being slightly dramatic, yes, but it certainly got the point across.

- Ding dong

Here I come to find you, hurry up and run

Let's play little game and have fun

- Towards the end of the trial, S/o was slightly surprised to find out that it was Hajime that committed the murder. But the other side of her, behind the facade, was simply jumping in joy from this. What would be the punishment? The execution? So many thoughts raced, that she had zoned out during most of the end trial, but they soon snapped out of it at the mention of ‘void’ and ‘masterminds’.

- Before S/o could ask, Hajime was pulled off into his execution with S/o smiling cheerfully when the boxer was pulled away before it faded almost instantly as to not look suspicious.

- When it was over, S/O let out a soft giggle as well as a smirk with a small glint in their eyes as they left the trial room.

- Oh how they couldn’t wait for another murder to take place, things seemed to be getting interesting afterall..

- Ding dong

Where's it you've gone to?

Do you think you've won?

Our game of hide and seek he's just begun

I hear your footsteps

Thumbing loudly through the hallways

I can hear your sharp breaths

You're not very good at hiding

Just wait you can't hide from me

- The next victim, Kokoro Mitsume, it should have been expected, she was to smart for her own good. Shame, as the saying goes, you win some and you lose some. In this case, S/o had won, rather than loss winning by seeing another murder take place as they predicted. Shaking their head, they turned and left the scene. A small smirk rising onto their face, as they rose a hand to cover it. Hiding it was the most crucial part, not that they were the murderer. They needed to keep their facade.

- At least, until they were cornered by a certain wizard. “S/O, you’ve been acting strange, ever since the first as if, you’re hiding something from the others.” There was a small smirk on the side of Mikado’s mask as he watched for their response. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mikado. I’ve just been my normal self!”

-Mikado certainly didn’t believe that lie as he crossed his arms. His mask had a small pout, before it changed into a mischief smirk. “I find that hard that the innocent S/o would be hiding their true intentions away behind a mask. I wonder..how they would feel if they found out their light hearted S/o was really a blood thirsty monster.” Mikado let out a small laugh, while S/o let out a small growl in response. “I wonder how they would feel if they found out they’re inside a simulation.”

-This caused Mikado to stop his laugh, with a demented look, and a flame suddenly appearing in his hand. “What’s stopping me from killing you..” S/o didn’t back down, they weren’t afraid. “The fact that if you did, and the others found out and you’re excuted, then your plan will fail.”

- S/o saw Mikado’s hesitance and took at as a chance to escape, which they did. Singing the words, “Just wait you can't hide from me. I'm coming.“ A sicking giggle followed as they disappeared down the hallway.

- Knock knock

I am at your door now

I am coming in

No need for me to ask permission

- Emma Magorobi, who would have though she would have killed her dear friend. As she claimed, what a shame indeed it was for her to do such a horrendous crime, it costed her life. If only she was more sneaky, shaking their head. S/O waved once again as the culprit was taken away, the glint returning once again. But it didn’t go unnoticed this time, there were a few concerned looks thrown their way. “I’m only wishing her a safe travel to a better place, perhaps she may see Kokoro again.” You chimed, with a small shrug of the shoulders.

- Some believed, while others remained skeptical of the situation. But it’s not like you had any harmful intentions, you were one of the kindest people they knew, so why would they assume such a thing about you?

- How naive they were..it’s a shame, really.

-Knock knock

I am inside your room now

Where is it you've hid?

Our game of hide and seek's about to end.

I'm coming closer

Looking underneath your bed but

You're not here I wonder

Could you be inside the closet?

- Setsuka, Ultimate Billiards player was the third victim. When the body discovery was announced, various foot steps soon bursted into the room seeing what happened to the female. Including, the ‘innocent’ S/o, but little did they know, their true colors began to show. A small giggle slipped out, before it turned out into full blown laughing. “Setsuka sure got to the point! She always was a cut above the rest!” The laughter continued until Yoruko called out. “S-S/o! It isn’t funny!” That caused S/o to stop for a moment and look at the female with a blank expression. “You’re right..it’s hilarious!” S/o covered their mouth and soon left the room, leaving the others within it.

-Ding Dong

I have found you

Ding Dong

You were hiding here

Now you're it

-The feels occasional giggles escaped, as you watched the trial go on. Giving a small amount of help occasionally, but other then that just giggled along. When the trial was over was when you started to watch idly with a bright twinkle in your eyes. It provided much enjoyment for the hours that were spent. True intentions being exposed aloud, surprised faces, as well remarkable ones similar to their own. Alas, it came to an end, Hibiki and Kanade. Ultimate Vocalist and Guitarist, were soon excuted. Personally, S/o didn’t enjoy their execution but that was just them. “Well! Now that’s out of the way! I’m ready for the next murder!”

-“S/o! How can you say that! Those are our friends!” Teruya aruged to which S/o sighed. “Allow me to put this in a way you all will be able to understand. I was never your friend, you all were simply pawns, with no meaning. Say Teruya dies in the fifth class trial, it would have most likely been to his stupidity.” Waving a hand, S/o left while the others remained speechless from their words.

-Ding Dong

Finally found you, dear

Now you're it

Ding Dong

Looks like I have won

Now you're it

-Shinji Kasai, the Ultimate firefighter who would have expected for him to be the next one killed. Sighing, they looked away from the scene and stalked off. They might have felt a slight attachment towards him, it was strange. Looking down at their hands for a moment, they let out a grunt before tucking their hands into their pockets to await the trial at hand. Surely their pointless attachment will die off like the rest of them by the time the trial comes around.

Ding Dong

Pay the consequence

Ding Dong

Looks like I have won

Now you're it

-A suicide? They didn’t think that would have been the cause. But that was the conclusion reached at the end of the trial and judging by the verdict, it looks like it was the correct answer after all. What took them all by the surprised was the sudden change in Nikei, the air in the trial room grew very tense as Nikei spoke. S/o could understand why Nikei was angry as since they were at Mikado themselves. Pulling out a gun, they hadn’t expected that but they didn’t flinch.

-It wasn’t pointed at them afterall, the look on Mikado’s face as he told Nikei not to shoot. In what felt like a split minute, their body moved on their own. Running towards Nikei reaching out and smacked the revolver out of his hand just before he could pull the trigger. Panting heavily, S/o glared daggers at Mikado. “Shame, I’m sure you didn’t expect this in you plan..” Looking over their shoulder, they saw the surprised expressions of their other classmates before they started speaking. “You are should know what Mikado’s been hiding for so long! The fact that this isn’t real, we’re inside of a simulation! The deaths don’t matter! Contradicting to what Nikei said, everyone is alive out side of here! Mikado’s only trapped us here because he-” Before they could finish, they felt a chain around their neck.

-“You’ve already ruined my plans far more then you should have. Having you here is both a waist of time, and effort, so why not give you a proper send off..” Mikado replied, before snapping his fingers. “Monocrow, if you please.” Mikado called simply, as he snapped his fingers. The bird flew over to the button and clicked on it. “IT’S PUNISHMENT TIME!” Monocrow called out, as S/o was pulled off to their execution knowing that they couldn’t get out of. But instead of looking fearful, they actually looked excited, believe it or not.

-Ding Dong

Pay the consequence...

[i-see-thevision]

Familiar Faces

• Chapter Three •

Prologue // Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 

A/N: So... This series is making a comeback... I KNOW I’M SORRY TO EVERYONE WHO HAS BEEN WAITING FOR THIS BUT COLLEGE IS STRESSFUL AND SO IS LIFE IN GENERAL RIGHT NOW SO PLZ FORGIVE ME.

Genre: Mafia!AU

Pairing: Wonwoo x reader (ft. the rest of Seventeen)

Word Count: 8.8k

Summary: When you make a wrong turn on your way to visit family, you end up meeting some familiar faces and unintentionally get sucked down memory lane. Now, you’re reliving the past along with your former best friend. The only thing is… he’s much more dangerous now than he was before.

WARNINGS: Explicit Rough Sex; Mentions of Violence; Mentions of Blood; Mentions of Death; Fucking Dom as hell Wonwoo

Lol have funnn this is a long one :)

• • •

You woke up in the morning to breathing on your neck and an arm on your waist.

At first your blood ran cold and your body stilled. But once you felt the ache between your legs, the memories of last night came flooding back. A smile slowly began to spread across your lips as you realized it was Wonwoo cuddled up to your side, resting his head in the crook of your neck and sending little shivers down your spine with every exhale.

You debated whether you were even going to be able to walk or not. As soon as Wonwoo came back in last night, blood staining his shirt, his chest heaving, you knew you were in for a rough night. He fucked you hard. Relentless one might even say. But he had you in complete bliss the whole time, loving every minute of it.

You’re not going to lie and say your conscious hasn't been pricking at your mind though. The thought of what Wonwoo does for Seventeen. What he does to people, guilty or not, they're still people. But you’ve known Wonwoo for so long. There’s history between you two. So for some sick reason (probably because you’re already so fucked up emotionally and mentally but hey who isn't) you don't even mind. You’re just happy to finally be with Wonwoo.

Wonwoo began stirring, slowly opening his eyes. A sense of pride could be recognized on his face as he took in your form.  His marks scattered across your chest, along with your obvious soreness from the previous night’s activities. A smile graced his lips as the sound of your moans and his name leaving your lips repeatedly last night filled his mind.

“Morning, beautiful.” He said, his morning voice raspy and deep. You turned and sat up on your elbow, looking down at him. Your hand rested on his bare chest, drawing indistinguishable shapes softly on the skin there.

“Good morning.” You smiled back, unable to believe this was reality. How long have you been waiting for this day? Albeit, under better circumstances, but nonetheless it still happened. And, to be honest, you couldn't be happier.

“I wouldn't mind waking up to this every morning.” Wonwoo confesses, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His hand then slid down to gently hold your chin and pull you closer to him until your lips met. The kiss was soft, delicate, yet filled with so much meaning.

Your lovely intimate moment was interrupted, however, by Wonwoo’s phone dinging.

He sighed dramatically, picking up the phone and reading the text.

“Is everything okay?” You asked, concerned by his eyebrows furrowing.

“It’s Seungcheol, something happened.” He said handing you the phone to read the text yourself, while he got up to get dressed.

“S.Coups: We have a serious problem. Bring y/n.”

“What happened?” You asked, even though you knew he knew as little as you did. You also got up and got dressed.

“I don't know but it can't be good. Let’s go.” He said as you finished getting dressed, grabbing your hand and leading you out the door.

You walked down a few hallways before reaching the conference room. Entering inside you expected to see everyone, but only Seungcheol and Jeonghan were there.

“Where is everyone?” Wonwoo said, seeing that it was just the four of you.

“We need to keep this between us four for now. I don't want the others worrying about things they can't help with.” Seungcheol said, your heart rate increasing. What exactly was going on here?

“What exactly happened?” Wonwoo asked, probably more worried now than he was before.

“It’s Vernon.” Jeonghan spoke up. His response immediately putting you on edge.

“Wait wait, it’s Vernon? What’s wrong? Is he okay?” You say stepping forward, internally freaking out.

“Well that’s the problem, we don't know. We found a note in the kitchen this morning saying that he’d be gone the next few days because he’s “taking care of some business.”” Seungcheol informed. You had a very bad feeling in your chest.

“That’s it? He didn't say anything else? Like maybe where he’s going or why he’s being so fucking cryptic?” You lashed out, getting worked up because of how protective you feel over this kid.

“Nope, nothing.” Seungcheol sighs, understanding your frustration as it mirrored his own. He took a step closer to you, causing your head to tilt up in order to maintain eye contact.

“I’ve noticed your sudden bond, thought maybe he confided in you something he didn't with us. He didn't say anything to you that might uncover where he is right now?” He then added. You pushed the feelings that you were being accused of something aside. Vernon’s safety was the priority right now.

You didn't respond at first. You hesitated in order to really think about this. Maybe he did say something that seemed trivial at the time but now is pertinent information.

Your mind thinks back to the tech room, when he mentioned his mother and sister. When he said he couldn't stand the way his mother’s boyfriend was treating them. And that being the reason he moved them away from Vernon. Because Vernon was older now, he was stronger and could handle himself. Because he could be seen as a threat to him. A threat that could jeopardize his control over his family. Because now Vernon was capable of-

“I know where he is.”

All three heads snap towards you at your words. Your own eyes widening at your realization that you, in fact, knew exactly where Vernon was.

“He was talking about his mother and his sister and how he hates how his mother’s boyfriend treats them. He must have gone to confront him, that has to be where he is.” You explain, gaining a nod of agreement from Seungcheol.

“Alright, then we go find him before he gets himself killed.” Seungcheol says finitely. Your eyebrows furrow at the notion.

“Wait, his mom’s boyfriend wouldn't kill him, would he?” You ask, turning your head towards Wonwoo at the last part.

“Vernon neglected to inform you that his mother is dating a member of another gang, the Red Dragon. And he’s a very high up member, at that.” Seungcheol says before Wonwoo could say anything.

You gaped at this new information. Then you internally shuddered because Vernon, although an adult and capable of protecting himself to a degree, was way over his head. He was in danger and although the age gap between you two is relatively small, your sisterly instincts were telling you to go and protect him.

“I’m coming with you guys.” You announce, earning an amused grin from Jeonghan and two very stern looks from Seungcheol and Wonwoo.

“No, you most certainly are not. I will not have you in any sort of danger.” Wonwoo protested, tugging you away from the other two. To which you took a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

“Look, I know you’re saying this out of concern for my well being, but I can handle myself, Woo. Okay? I’m going.” You persist, giving him a stern look that also conveyed a sort of softness.

“Y/n... I just got you back.” Wonwoo’s voice faltered, taking a hold of both your shoulders with his large hands. “I can’t risk losing you again.” He said quieter, his eyes shifting between yours quickly.

You could see how much this bothered him. How much he really cared, in this moment. It was as if you were looking behind a curtain. A curtain that you didn't really know was there until now. A put together facade that he had built in order to keep you stable. But now you could see that that’s really all it was.

A facade.

Wonwoo is still human. The look in his eyes and the tone of his voice confirms that. Right now, you’re seeing the old Wonwoo. The Wonwoo that didn't want you to be anywhere near your brother because he was ‘bad news.’ The Wonwoo that swore he would beat up every kid that bullied you in school, once he had the muscle to do so. (Which he most definitely has now.) The Wonwoo that was broken when he had to keep you safe and the only way to do so was by convincing you he was dead. This is the Wonwoo you were looking at right now.

“Woo...” Your voice was soft. “I have the utmost confidence that you would protect me in the event that I couldn’t.” You predict, bringing your hands up to gently cradle his face in them.

“But,” you continue, “I would never put you in that position or put that kind of pressure on you.” You comply, standing on your tip-toes to softly place your lips on his. Keeping it short and sweet due to the extra pairs of eyes in the room.

“So does that mean you’re staying?” Wonwoo asks, clarifying your statement. You nod, a gentle smile on your lips at this oddly heartwarming argument.

Wonwoo pulls you forward into his embrace. His arms wrapped securely around your shoulders while yours snaked around his waist, head resting on his chest.

“Thank you,” his voiced was muffled by your hair, “ I know you can handle yourself. I just want you to be safe- no. I need you to be safe, y/n.” He confessed, pulling away to look at you.

You two share a look in that moment. One that conveys mutual trust and understanding. An understanding that you wouldn't be going anywhere, that you were his and he was yours.

“Alright now that that’s settled, this weird love fest can end.” Seungcheol says, shielding Jeonghan’s eyes with his hand.

“You’re aware we are the same age, correct?” He inquires rhetorically. Seungcheol, getting the message, lowers his hand and picks up his bag.

“Alright, we should be back in three days, four days tops.” Seungcheol says, mostly to you. “Vernon isn't going to want to hear any teasing from the guys about sneaking off when we get back. So if they ask, which they will, just tell them we went to deal with some business in America and we wouldn't tell you what said business was.” He finishes.

“Okay, please bring Vernon back unharmed and please stay safe. All of you.” You say sincerely. Jeonghan seems surprised by this, but pleasantly so.

“Thank you. We will, don't worry.” Jeonghan says, giving you a nod and a smile before exiting the room.

“We’ll be back with the kid before you know it.” Seungcheol assures before stepping out as well. Leaving just you and Wonwoo in the room.

“You’ll still be here when I get back, right?” Wonwoo asks, rather hesitantly. Wanting the confirmation to be vocalized rather than just in looks.

“Yes, Wonwoo.” You assure, kissing his lips a bit more firm than before. “I’m not going anywhere.”

At this he smiles, the gesture sending your stomach into a frenzy.

• • •

“Mingyu, where’s the sesame oil?” You asked, searching through every cabinet in the kitchen but coming up empty.

It has been 48 hours since the three boys left to fetch Vernon. You weren’t worried... yet. You told yourself you wouldn't get worried until three days had passed. You trusted they would get him back unharmed, all of them unharmed.

“It’s in the fridge.” Mingyu said walking into the kitchen behind you like it was the most obvious thing. You turned to him incredulously.

“But oils don’t go in the fridge?” You pointed out, opening the fridge and taking out the now solidified sesame oil, groaning in the process.

“It’s not?” He asked, genuinely confused at this new information.

“You know for being the only guy in this house that cooks, you’re not sounding so knowledgeable right now.” You said, placing the bottle of oil on the counter to soften.

“Hey I’m a criminal, not a chef.” He said, mocking offense though you could tell he was a little offended.

“This is basic stuff, Gyu.” You laughed, turning the water off of the ramen you were making because now you had to wait for this sesame oil to liquify.

You turned around, leaning on the counter and facing Mingyu who sat at the island table. His head was resting against his hand. He looked kinda bored, but not at you specifically. Everyone as been housebound the past two days, with the leader on a secret mission that you have to act like you don't know anything about. The guys aren't used to sitting still, so they’re incredibly antsy.

“What’s protocol if they aren't back by four days?” You suddenly asked, feeling a bit uneasy about them being gone yourself. Mingyu seemed surprised by your question.

“Well, we would normally send two of us to go after them. Usually Minghao and Jun. But S.Coups didn't tell us where they went.” He seemed a little annoyed at the last part, rightfully so. You would be annoyed too had you been left in the dark.

“So, in other words, we just have to sit here and wait for them to come back?” You concluded, getting more worried as the time ticked by.

“Pretty much yeah.” Mingyu sighed.

The room grew quiet. Both of you just sitting in silence. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, just a simple silence.

“Do you know where Jihoon is?” You suddenly asked, having something to do in mind.

“Yeah he’s down in the crypt, probably killing time. No pun intended.” Mingyu chuckled standing up along with you.

“Um... do you plan on coming with me?” You asked, kinda wanting to talk to Jihoon alone.

“Do you know where the entrance to the crypt is?” He countered, looking smug.

“That’s a good point.” You admitted, not having any idea where it was. You didn't really want to go down there, knowing exactly what goes on down there. But you had a lot on your mind and you knew it was Jihoon who was going to be able to answer your questions.

“That’s what I thought, follow me.” He chuckled, waving you to follow him.

The entrance to crypt was incredibly difficult to get to. Once the elevator doors opened to the underground level, you ended up making like twelve turns before Mingyu had to use a passcode and scan his hand to even open the door.

“S.Coups will give you the passcode after about a month with us. Just a security measure, nothing personal.” Mingyu informed, his usual cheeky self morphing into one of seriousness. Due to the nature of coming down to the crypt, you assumed it was second nature to return to business mode upon entering.

“Jihoon’s office in down this hall, fifth door on the left. He’ll probably come back up with you when you guys are done.” Mingyu informed before closing and locking the door behind you.

It didn't occur to you until now that, even though things were idle mission wise, people were still being held down here. It was incredibly cold, you could see your breath fogging as you exhaled. You could assume each room was soundproof, but that didn't stop your imagination from thinking about the people that could be held behind each one. The horrible things that have happened behind each one. For God’s sakes, you were once held captive down here too.

You shook the bad thoughts from your head as you approached the door to Jihoon’s office. Well, you hoped this was the right door. It looked exactly the same as all the other doors.

You knocked on the door, shifting your weight between feet as you waited.

The door swung open after a couple moments to a very surprised Jihoon.

“Y/n?” He simply asked, clearly not expecting you to be down here.

“Hey, I know this is unexpected but... Can I talk to you for a bit?” You asked a little apprehensive. Jihoon, although trustworthy, was still an incredibly intimidating person.

“I mean, I don’t have anything else going on at the moment so sure. Come in.” He agreed, rather friendly.

You followed him into his office, closing the door behind you.

It was rather warm an cozy in here, not at all what you were imagining. The leather brown couch and burgundy accents adorning the room caught you a bit off guard. But nonetheless, it was a pleasant surprise.

Jihoon sat down in his desk chair, gesturing for you to take a seat on the couch.

“So what do you want to talk about?” He spun in his chair to face you, crossing one leg over the other.

“I wanted to ask you how Wonwoo decided on... this particular profession... when he became apart of Seventeen.” You asked rather hesitantly.

Jihoon seemed amused by your question, smiling to himself.

“You want to know what exactly happened that drove Wonwoo to torture?” He clarified, smirking. You didn't like that he was enjoying this so much.

“Yeah... that.” You answered, mentally bracing yourself for his reply. Not that anything he said would change your opinion of Wonwoo, you've done some pretty dark things yourself while affiliated with Monsta X.

“Well sit back and relax, it’s a bit of a long story.” Jihoon sighed, leaning back in his chair and uncrossing his legs while you drew yours up to sit criss crossed.

“First, you should know that when asked about how Wonwoo was when he first joined Seventeen, everyone will tell you he was this clumsy, timid kid who didn't know what he was doing.” He began, his hands moving about as he spoke. “But I will tell you right now, that kid harbored deep seeded anger inside him. He hid it well, but I saw right through him. He tried to act like he was fine but I knew he was a ticking time bomb.”

“Wonwoo had a tough time growing up with his mom being an alcoholic and all, so that’s probably wh-”

“No, it wasn't.” Jihoon cut you off. You looked at him, puzzled.

“He harbored this kind of rage for only one reason.” He leaned forward in his chair, as if proving a point he hasn't made yet.

“You.” He stated. Catching you completely off guard.

“Me?” You couldn’t find any other words than that to respond with. Why would Wonwoo have been angry at you?

“Yes, but he wasn't angry with you. Which is what you were just thinking, hm?” He practically read your mind, making you wonder if you had said that out loud but you definitely didn't so you opted for squinting your eyes suspiciously at him.

“I dabble in phycological torture as well, so I’m good at reading people.” He clarified. You hummed in response and mentally reminded yourself to never get on his bad side.

“Wonwoo was at war with himself the moment he decided that the best way to protect you was to make you believe he was dead.” He continued, “He was torn between wanting to keep you safe and wanting to keep you close to him.”

You just listened intently at this point, anticipating where this was gonna go.

“It wasn't until about four months of working with Hoshi in the lab that he found his niche in torture. It was a rather beautiful day if you ask me. Him and Hosh were working on a new product, some drug that never actually made it to market, when your brother reached out to us.” He said, your eyebrows shooting up in surprise.

“He said that someone had put a hit on him and that he wasn't aware of who this person was. No offense, but we didn't really see where he was going with this because we, at the time, didn't care for your brother. But then he told us that same person had put a hit on you, as well. And that’s when Wonwoo flipped.” Jihoon sighed in content as if recalling a fond memory.

“It was a thing of beauty, really. When we caught the guy and Wonwoo demanded he talk to him first.” A breathy chuckle escaped his lips before he continued. “He spent hours in there. Pouring out all of the pent up rage he kept inside him. All that time being angry with himself for leaving you all alone, he poured it all out when he got a hold of this guy who hired someone to kill you. It was almost like fate, he was a natural. He got more information out of that guy than I have ever seen a first timer get.” Jihoon paused, looking at you now.

“You become desensitized to the blood, to the screams, to murder. After a while it just becomes a part of you. You know that.” He said, making sure you didn't look at Wonwoo any differently because of what he said.

You hummed and nodded in agreement, knowing exactly how that was.

“So eventually, Wonwoo just got really good at it. He was like my little prodigy for a while. I taught him different methods, different techniques. I taught him how to enjoy what he did, and he took it from there.” Jihoon smiled to himself again. Though the content of the conversation was dark, you for some reason found yourself feeling more lighthearted as Jihoon went on.

A comfortable silence fell upon you both for a moment before you spoke again.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly, feeling that this also acted as a bonding moment for you two.

“It was my pleasure, I’m surprised you’re such a good listener. Everyone else in this gang likes to talk over everyone. We should talk more, it was nice for a change.” Jihoon smiled genuinely.

It was a soft moment for the both of you. A mutual understanding floated in the atmosphere about life and how you had all come to live the ones your choices had led you to. How you two weren't very different. How even though you were all considered “bad people” by society, that you really weren't. Because in the end, everyone has done something they aren't proud of.

Just some more than others.

• • •

“Y/n.”

You could hear someone calling your name but your head was glued to your pillow and your eyes did not want to open.

“Y/n wake up!”

A pillow made contact with your face and you shot up, ready to retaliate.

“What?!” You yelled, sleepy and rather irritated.

The moment you noticed it was Soonyoung though, you calmed down.

“Oh it’s you. Sorry, I’m not a morning person.” You chuckled, shifting to face the black haired boy. But your face fell when you saw his.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You asked, concerned at his expression. You also happened to notice that it wasn't morning, but in fact still night.

“Something’s wrong, Y/n. I don't know what, but something is not right. They haven't come back and it’s been four days. Seungcheol is never late, never! Something must have happened to them Y/n-”

“Soonyoung!” You stopped his anxious ramble, it was worrying you more.

You also were worried that they hadn't come back yet but you thought that maybe that’s just how missions went. But after what Soonyoung is saying now, your anxiety has reached an all time high.

“Wonwoo must have told you where they went, he must have.” He pleaded, his hands finding your shoulders.

You were quiet for a moment, wondering if you should break the promises you made to Seungcheol and Wonwoo. Wondering if you should just go and find them. What if they were captured by that other gang Vernon’s mom’s boyfriend was apart of? What if they were...

“New York.” You suddenly said. “The U.S., that’s where they went.”

“The U.S.? Why would they go there?” Soonyoung seemed beyond confused.

“Vernon went there by himself in the middle of the night to go confront his mom’s boyfriend and Seungcheol found out and took Wonwoo and Jeonghan with him to go and bring him back and they told me not to tell you guys because they would be back in a couple days but they aren't back and what if they got hurt because I didn't tell you guys? Oh my god Soonyoung what if they got k-”

“Y/n calm down!” You felt Soonyoung pull you into his chest. You were crying, hard. You don't even know when you started crying.

“We’re going to get them back.” Soonyoung assured, finitely.

“But if Red Dragon has them, we can’t bring everyone.” He said, pulling you back a bit so he could look at you. You wiped your tears and tried pulling yourself together.

“Mingyu said that usually Jun and Minghao are responsible for rescue missions.” You said, and Soonyoung nodded.

“That’s true, then I’m bringing them.” He went to turn away but you jumped out of the bed and tugged him back to face you.

“I’m coming with you guys.” You stated. It was not a question.

“What? No, you’re not. What if you get hurt? Wonwoo will kill me.” He said, shaking his head.

“Soonyoung, I’m coming. You can’t stop me.” You pushed passed him and into the direction of Minghao and Jun’s rooms.

“Y/n! You’re not- Ugh Y/n!” Soonyoung whisper yelled while chasing after you.

You opened Minghao’s door first, Soonyoung following shortly after, quickly closing the door behind him.

“Hao get up were going to America.” You said pulling his comforter off of him.

“What the fuck?” Minghao groaned as he rubbed his eyes.

“Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Wonwoo. They went to America to find Vernon because he went on a suicide mission and we’re getting them back. Now GET. UP.” You kept your voice low but your insistence was clear.

“How did you find out where they were?” He asked, still getting up.

“Look, I knew the whole time but Seungcheol told me not to tell you guys, alright? I’m sorry, I should have said something sooner.” You apologized, your voice still a bit shaky from the anxiety bubbling in your stomach.

“You knew this whole time and you didn't say anything?!” His voice raised but you quickly put your hand over his mouth. You turned to Soonyoung who was just standing and watching the interaction.

“Can you go get Jun and please be quiet?” You told him, watching as he nodded and left to go find the other assassin. You returned your attention Minghao.

“First of all, you need to be quiet. It’s only you, me, Hosh, and Jun going. We’ll leave a note for the rest of the guys.” You explained, taking your hand off of his mouth.

“Wait, you don’t actually think you’re coming with us?” He said, looking at you like you were crazy.

“Yes actually, I think I am.” You said standing up. “Now get dressed and packed and meet us out front.”

You walked back to your room to get changed and packed, doing it as quickly and quietly as possible. You snuck down to the kitchen, leaving a note on the counter for the rest of the guys. You made your way to the front door of the house and walked outside, finding the three boys already out there.

“Wait, Y/n’s coming?” You heard Jun ask, pointing in your direction.

“What is with you guys? I’m very capable of handling myself!” You pushed passed them to the car, tossing your duffle bag in the trunk.

“You know if we let anything happen to you, Wonwoo will drag us down to the crypt and kill us very, very slowly. Correct?” Jun told you, putting his bag down next to yours.

“Look, nothing is going to happen to me. I’m quick on my feet, I’ll be fine. Now would you all GET IN.” You finally raised your voice, now that you were outside.

You took the liberty of driving, since you felt like you needed something else to focus on other than worrying.

The airport was completely dead, as expected at three a.m..

The flight felt like an eternity, none of you slept. You all went over how this was going to go when you got to Red Dragon’s base. How you’d get in, how you’d get out. Most of it consisted of questions from you and tips on how not to die.

“You need to stay with one of us at all times, understand?” Soonyoung told you, looking at you very seriously.

“Hosh, I’m more capable than you think I-”

“Understand?” He cut you off, making his point clear.

You sighed, feeling a bit deflated. But nonetheless nodded.

“Yeah, I understand.”

• • •

“Does everyone remember the plan?” Jun asked as we made our way near the Red Dragon’s base.

The plan was to get in undetected, find where they were keeping the guys, retrieve them, and get out undetected. Simple, right?

Wrong. There were so many things that could go wrong. You already calculated at least twenty scenarios in your head where this plan goes horribly wrong. But you trusted Jun. And you trusted Hosh and Hao. You had faith in this plan working, in your team. You would find them.

You had to.

“Yes.” Everyone nodded in agreement as we all crouched behind the tall grass bordering the Red Dragon’s base. Jun had been taken to their basement before, so he knew where it was. Which is why he was leading this mission. He was also the oldest out of us four.

“Complete silence, we all need to be completely silent.” Jun whispered into the air, almost to himself.

And silent is what we became.

Sneaking into the base was not what we were worried about. Getting out was going to be the tricky part. 

You followed behind Soonyoung, staying in close proximity as he requested. While Jun and Minghao made there way in front of both of you, checking out the entrance of the heavily guarded building.

You watched as Minghao pulled an M9 out of his backpack, screwing a silencer in place. You thought back to the plane ride and how they had denied your request to carry a gun with you. Not that you really knew how to use one anyways, computers were your strong suit.

You all crept carefully towards the front entrance after Minghao and Jun were properly armed, your backs strafing along the back of the building. 

Jun motioned with his hand for Minghao to take out the two guys guarding the front entrance. Without hesitation, Minghao lowered himself into a crouch.

You saw him sneak around the corner and pull the trigger twice, but you barely heard a sound come from the gun. Silencers must really do their thing. 

Hao gestured for everyone to follow him into the building, and that’s exactly what you all did. Very quickly and very quietly, you all filed into the building.

Jun had said that their control room was close to the front exit, he wasn't exactly sure which room it was but he knew it was in this vicinity. 

You moved to the front of the group and walked over to the door you suspected to be the right room. The door was cracked slightly so you peaked in and low and behold, it was filled with computers and monitors. 

‘I got this.’ You mouthed to Soonyoung who looked incredibly concerned about your actions. 

You pushed open the door, surprised to see no one in there, and took the flash drive you had in your back pocket. The room had an eerie bluish-green glow, the only light coming from screens and monitors. You walked over the many wires tangled on the floor, being sure not to make a sound, and carefully plugged the flash drive into the USB port of the main computer system. 

As soon as it was plugged in, you rushed out of the room. 

“Alright we have about fifteen minutes before that flash drive fries their system and smoke starts filling that room.” You whispered to the three boys. They all nodded in agreement, Soonyoung taking your hand and pulling you along with them.

You all made your way towards the basement, checking before rounding each corner. You were surprised by the lack of Red Dragon members crawling the halls of the building. 

Jun motioned a signal with his hand that you had all agreed beforehand meant ‘It’s here.’ 

The door to the basement was just around the corner. Seungcheol, Jeonghan, Vernon, Wonwoo. They were just around the corner, down some stairs, and probably tied up, beaten, God who knows. But before you could dwell on the anxiety bubbling up inside you, Soonyoung stopped abruptly before turning the final corner, you inadvertently crashing into his back.

You froze when you realized he had stopped because people were coming.

“There’s a fire in the control room! Who messed with the thermostat again?!” You both listened to the heavily irritated voice as it came closer, along with many other equally as irritated voices.

The click of footsteps stepped in rhythm of your pounding heart. Soonyoung quickly pulled you back and into a shadowed corner, shielding you from sight with his body. 

You tried to slow your breathing as the men ran past you two, not even glancing in your direction. 

“You okay?” Soonyoung tilted his head down to look at you. You nodded in response, continuing your way to the basement door. 

Jun and Minghao looked relieved to see the both of you as you had just gotten separated for a bit there. 

Jun nodded in the direction of the stairs, all of you heading down them in a single file line. 

When you reached the bottom, there was three heavily armed Red Dragon members guarding one door. You all shared a look and decided that was the room the guys were being behind. 

You watched as Soonyoung, Minghao and Jun all pulled out there guns, all equipped with silencers. All three of them pulled the trigger at the same time, each aimed at one of the three men. 

All three men fell to the ground in unison. You were so used to the sight of death at this point that this didn't even phase you anymore. You all stepped over the bodies like it was nothing. 

As soon as Jun opened the door, your eyes met the four boys you all had been looking for. And thanks to the fire that you had started, there was no one else in the room. 

“Wonwoo!” You ran over to them, as all of them were tied to chairs. None of them seemed to be injured badly. Just scrapes and bruises here and there.

“Y/n?” You heard Wonwoo question as you slid down on your knees, pulling out your knife and quickly cutting him free. 

As soon as he was cut free, you were pulled into his chest. 

“WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING HERE?” Wonwoo whisper yelled at the three boys untying Jeonghan, Seungcheol and Vernon. 

“Hey don’t yell at us, she’s the one that practically orchestrated this whole thing.” Minghao defended, tugging Vernon free of his confines. 

“Look we can all yell at each other after we get out of here.” Seungcheol said, catching the gun Jun tossed him.

You couldn't even hear the rest of what he said because Wonwoo had pulled you aside.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? Oh my god you must be terrified out of your mind. I thought I told you to stay at base!” Wonwoo whispered to you, his concern dripping from his vocal chords.

You could barely formulate words, you just hugged him tighter. 

“I’m so happy you’re alive.” You whispered into his chest. He seemed to calm down after your words, kissing the top of your head and hugging you closer to him. 

“Alright we need to get out of here now.” Jun said as you and Wonwoo let go of each other. 

“The only way out is back the way you came.” Jeonghan said, taking the gun Minghao handed him and cocking it. His face was serious, they all were.

“Alright then let’s go.” Seungcheol said, making his way to the door you just came through. 

Wonwoo turned your head to look at him, his eyes serious.

“You are not going to leave my sight. Understand?” He said, his voice low. You nodded, already nervous about how you were all going to get out of here undetected.

Wonwoo took your hand, keeping you behind him as you all made your way through the empty hall’s of the Red Dragon's base. 

Most of the members were occupied with the fire you started upstairs, a sense of pride flowing through you as you recalled that distraction was your idea. 

When you all got upstairs, though, things became a bit tricky.

There were a couple Red Dragon members scouting the halls, leaving you guys only one option if you wanted to stay undetected. 

You had to split up.

Without any words, Seungcheol and Jeonghan decided on groups. You’re not exactly sure how they did that, since all they exchanged were looks. But everyone seemed to know what those looks meant, except you of course. You were entirely confused. 

You watched as everyone began pairing off in two’s. Seungcheol and Jeonghan heading off in one direction, Vernon and Soonyoung in another. 

“You’re with me.” You suddenly heard Wonwoo whisper in your ear behind you as Minghao and Jun both headed off next.

You looked back at Wonwoo, feeling anxiety bubble in your stomach again. Could you guys really do this? Could you really all get out of here alive?

Clearly Wonwoo could sense your oncoming panic, taking your hand in his from behind you.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered, his lips ghosting over your ear. Despite the dangerous situation you were all in, you still couldn't help your body from shivering at the sound of his voice.

“I trust you.” You confirmed without hesitation, craning your neck to look him in the eye. 

“Then we’re going to get out of here alive. All of us.” He stated, his tone serious and his eyes not leaving yours.

You nodded, allowing him to pull you down one of the empty halls. 

You both snuck around each corner in silence, avoiding every member of Red Dragon in the process. But soon enough, just around the corner of the control room, there was a member standing guard. He was only armed with a knife, Wonwoo could surely take him with his g-

“Fuck, I don’t have a gun.” Wonwoo’s words snapped you from your thoughts. 

“What do you mean you don’t have a gun? I thought Minghao brought a gun for everyone?” You whispered, your voice clearly showing worry and panic.

“He probably did but we all rushed out of there so quick.” He whispered back, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

You then remembered about the weapon that you had. So you pulled out your knife, placing it in his hand.

“Can’t you just hit him with my knife?” You said as he looked down at the weapon you just gave him. A slight smirk lifted the corners of his mouth.

“I believe the technical term is ‘stab’ but sure.” He chuckled quietly, gripping the knife tighter.

“Oh shush.” You rolled your eyes, before tugging on his arm right as he stood up. “Please be careful.” 

Wonwoo nodded, pulling you up with him and placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“You said you trust me, right?” He said, his eyes flickering between yours. You nodded in return, anticipating the next words to leave his lips.

“Then as soon as he drops his knife, I want you to grab it. Okay?” His hands found your shoulders, his head bent down a little to stay eye level with you.

“And then what?” You whispered, trying to clarify exactly what plan was running through his head.

“And then I’ll take it from there. Don’t worry.” He kissed your forehead before walking into the hall like he was supposed to be there. 

Only confusion ran through your mind. Why was he not trying to sneak up on the guy? Why was he just walking right into his line of sight? Is he insane?

Right as the guy caught sight of Wonwoo, you heard him call out. 

“Hey!”

And then he charged Wonwoo, knife in hand. 

Wonwoo immediately dodged the guy’s first attempt at stabbing him, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back. 

You watched as the knife fell from the guy’s hand. It almost felt like slow motion when you ran forward, grabbing the knife and hopping up just as Wonwoo slit the guy’s throat with your knife. 

Without any warning, Wonwoo took the knife from your hand and grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you into his chest as he threw the knife behind you like he knew someone would be coming from that direction. A muffled yelp sounded from behind you, followed by a soft thud. 

Your eyes were squeezed shut despite being so used to the gore of death, it still left you unsettled. And when Wonwoo pulled you forward, you saw the two dead bodies bleeding out on the floor underneath them, but only briefly before he pulled you out of the building completely. 

Everything went so fast, you remember seeing the two guards Minghao shot still laying on the ground at the entrance. You remember Wonwoo helping you climb the fence as yells and gunshots sounded from behind you. But everything else was a blur.

• • •

It was a miracle you all made it out of there unscathed. That was the only thought running through your mind on the plane ride home. 

It was a long flight, and to be honest, you slept through none of it. 

Wonwoo slept through nearly all of it, his head resting on your shoulder. You ran your fingers through his shaggy black locks, so relieved to have him and the rest of the guys back. 

When you all finally got home, all the boys that stayed back fired a million questions at you eight. Seungcheol settled things pretty quickly and made sure no one blamed you for anything, since he told you not to say anything about their whereabouts. 

But before you could finish listening to the end of Seungcheol’s speech, Wonwoo was pulling you upstairs. 

“Hey, are you okay?” You said as he pulled you into his room, but your words died in your throat when he pinned you against the door. 

He had both your wrists gripped in one hand, pinning them above your head. His other hand was on your hip, keeping you in place.

“Now, now princess. Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you breaking the rules.” Wonwoo whispered harshly against your ear. Your eyes shut from the action, his breath sending chills down your spine.

“I gave you one rule, and that was to stay here. But did you follow that rule?” He leaned back to look you in the eye. You shook your head.

“Use your words babygirl.” Wonwoo tisked. 

“No...” You said in a small voice. 

“So I believe a punishment is in order, princess.” The smirk that formed on his face at his own words was enough to set a fire in your belly. You pressed your thighs together in anticipation of what he would do to you.

Wonwoo seemed to notice, his eyes trailing down to your lips as you took your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Is my little one excited for her punishment?” Wonwoo practically cooed, his knee pushing in between your legs. The sigh that left your lips confirmed his question.

Wonwoo chuckled and you felt his hand release your wrists. Immediately your hands found his shoulders as his both took hold of your waist. But they slowly drifted down to your hips as he gripped a little harder.

“Now princess, I want you to get yourself off on my thigh.” He leaned in and whispered against your ear before pressing his thigh against your clothed core. 

A blush rose to your cheeks at Wonwoo’s words and actions. Your hands gripped his shoulders tighter as he began dragging your core up and down his jean clad thigh with his tight hold on your hips.

A moan escaped your lips at the sensation, your hips beginning to move on their own as you craved more friction.

“That’s it babygirl.” Wonwoo purred into your ear as you rolled your hips a bit faster, chasing the high you so desperately craved.

You felt it coming, your were so so close. But just as you were about to cum, Wonwoo held your hips still.

A whine fell from your lips, your eyes knitting together. 

“Ah, ah little one. You don’t get to cum until I say so.” Wonwoo’s voice was low. And despite your denied orgasm, you wanted him to keep going.

“Now strip.” Wonwoo commanded, and you wasted no time in grabbing the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. 

Wonwoo took a couple steps back to admire you as you unbuttoned your jeans and tugged them down your legs, kicking them away from you once they were off. 

“On the bed.” Wonwoo interjected before you took your bra off, his eyes following your form as you walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge.

Wonwoo walked over to you, taking his shirt off in the process. He pushed your back into the mattress, hovering over you, settling between your legs with his hands splayed next to your face. You tried to catch his gaze but his eyes were glued to your lips.

His black hair fell into his eyes but you could still make out the way his pupils were fully blown. He licked his lips, leaning in to press one long, almost chaste kiss to your lips. You wanted to hold him there, to run your hands through his hair but he caught your wrist, pushing it next to your head into the pillow underneath you. You reluctantly let your other hand fall back on the bed next to your head, getting his message and he smiled appreciatively.

"That’s a good girl.” He purred, leaning down to press an open mouthed kiss against your jaw in reward.

You tilted your head to the side, silently urging him to move down further. He chuckled, his voice even rougher than before. You almost begged him to continue right then but bit your tongue at the last second.

His lips travelled along your jaw, only ghosting over your skin. You wanted more, you needed more. And your breath hitched when you felt his teeth sink into the junction between your neck and shoulder, immediately running his tongue over the mark he made.

He only continued from there. His lips travelled further down, nipping and sucking mark after mark into your skin. 

You felt his free hand snake underneath your back, unclasping your bra and dragging the straps down your arms at an agonizingly slow pace before taking it off completely and throwing it off to the side.

Your head fell back against the mattress as his lips pressed against the underside of your breasts first before he started spreading small nibbles and bites along the valley of your breasts. You tried to shift under him, hissing when he bit down on your tender skin as a warning.

You had lost count of how many bite marks Wonwoo had left on you. His teasing beginning to become too much. You needed more, it was driving you insane. 

His lips left your skin as he looked up at you through his dark bangs, the look in his eyes so intense you nearly fell faint. “Have you learned your lesson little one?” 

You nodded your head quickly, wanting nothing more than for him to finally fuck you. But a quiet yelp left your lips when his hand spanked your thigh. 

“What did I say about using your words, babygirl?” Wonwoo finally growled.

“Yes I’ve learned my lesson! I’m sorry I broke the rules Wonwoo I promise I’ll behave!” You cried out, needing him to do something. Anything.

It seems that’s all he needed hear before his lips crashed into yours. He slid his hands from your thighs to your ass, grabbing it firmly and rolling his hips into yours. A moan escaped your lips at the contact, Wonwoo taking the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth. He completely dominated the kiss and you loved it. 

With each roll of Wonwoo’s hips, that coil started tightening in your tummy. And before you could stop yourself, you snaked your hand between the both of you and palmed his length through his jeans. He didn’t immediately react, instead instinctively bucking into your hand. You rewarded him with another firm squeeze before he caught himself, tearing your hand away from his crotch. In a heartbeat Wonwoo had you flipped to your stomach, his knee pressing into your ass. You felt his hand run down the length of your exposed back until he reached the hem of your panties. He hooked his index finger inside and let them snap against your skin, causing you to gasp in response before he finally pulled them down and off your legs. 

You felt as his fingers then dragged up your inner thigh, and you fisted the sheets underneath you in an attempt to maintain your sanity. You took your bottom lip between your teeth when his thumb ghosted over you slick folds. 

“Your already so wet, princess.” Wonwoo said in awe of the effect he had on you. 

You heard the faint unbuckling of his belt and unzipping of his jeans before you heard them hit the floor somewhere near where your clothes probably lay.

You felt Wonwoo’s body lean over you. He rested his weight on his right elbow near your head while his left hand firmly gripped your waist, pulling your ass up slightly to get a better angle. 

Almost all of your breath left your lungs when he slowly sheathed himself inside of you. He didn’t waste a second, pulling back out only to push you down into the mattress with his thrusts. His grip on your waist tightened, making sure he was quite literally fucking you into the mattress with every thrust of his hips. 

“Oh my god Wonwoo-” You moaned out, the sound of your moans only spurring him on further. His hand moved from your waist, snaking its way down between you two. He found your clit with ease and began rubbing quick circles against the little bundle of nerves. 

“Wonwoo... please- let me cum~” You were begging between breaths, between moans. Wonwoo’s grunts let you know that he was close too, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

“Fuck- cum for me. Hard.” He growled against your ear. 

That’s all it took for you to come completely undone underneath him. Your eyes squeezed shut as you screamed his name. Though it was muffled slightly by the pillow under you, Wonwoo could clearly hear you and that’s when he finally released inside you.

He continued to ride out your highs until you were completely spent. Only then did he pull out, admiring the way his cum mixed with yours and spilled out of you.

“You did so well, babygirl.” Wonwoo smiled, his arms wrapping around your waist as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Woo.” You sighed in content, silently adoring the feeling of his breath against your neck. 

You both laid there like that for a bit before Wonwoo carried you to his ensuite bathroom and clean you up. The whole time being so, so gentle and careful with you. A stark contrast to how he was just a moment ago. But you’d be lying if you said you didn't love it. You loved both this sweet side and the rough side of Wonwoo. 

You loved everything about him. 

• • •

Needless to say, you both slept in that following morning. 

And you would have slept in longer had Minghao not knocked on Wonwoo’s door, waking both you and him up.

“Alright we let you guys sleep. Now get your asses up we have a team meeting.” You heard Hao say before adding, “That’s if y/n can walk.” 

You both heard him laugh before he walked away, your cheeks heating up at the thought that they definitely all heard you last night. 

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll carry you downstairs if I have to.” You heard Wonwoo smirk against your skin before you groaned internally. But you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling.

This was certainly going to be an interesting team meeting.

• • •

A/N: HEY HEY PART THREE. Alright so my life is pretty hectic at the moment so I’m not sure when part 4 will be posted but it certainly won't take as long as this one did. Thank you all my lovelies for reading! I love you guys and will be posting the next installment of Heaven or Hell soon as well! <3

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“you know what would be funnn~” Lucy said as she sat next her favorite and most extraordinary person in the universe

Emmet slowly raising a brow while remaining cautious

“one night when its late you and I going out into our backyard” she dances her fingers along his neck “cuddling on the double decker couch swing”

He is now more relaxed and giggles at the feeling of her fingers teasing him “yea that does sound nice-“

“getting possibly a little to handy~” lucy bites her lip while looking at her blushing boyfriend

Emmet’s blushing at the thought but lets her continue to talk in the mean time her hand is now on his chest and has started to travel lower

“you pushing me down onto the couch while you kiss down my neck” a slight blush came to her cheeks now “and lower till you raise my shirt putting your mouth somewhere it doesn’t belong~”

his head now fuzzy as he imagined this feeling her hand was now at his navel and those pants of his a bit tighter then before he wanted to tell her he would never! Outside!.. where they could be seen BE HEARD! But he would be lying if he didn’t admit the entire idea excited him he couldn’t help what slipped off his tongue “then w-what”

Lucy taking note of how this is effecting him takes her hand off before it gets too low and switches to his upper thigh “then-“ she smirked and rubbed his thigh slowly “well i guess the next part is up to you in that position huh” she leaned in and kissed his chin

he didn’t want to be the one to talk in this situation but lust was taking over he closed his eyes took a deep breath and before she could even react and relize what he did he had pinned her down and looked down at her with a slight smile as he took in her frame and the suprised expression she now wore without skipping a beat he answered “I guess in such a situation we would both be shirtless~ So-so to make it fair! So while you are down-“ he rubbed the back of his neck ”I might take off your hoodie and.. stuff.. then take off my vest and collared shirt..under shirt haha alot of shirts”he said with a forced laugh and then leaned down and gave a goofy smile as she continued to look up at him astonished

how he had done that so effortlessly and skillfully caught her completly off gaurd but didn’t suprise her emmet was always full of suprises she felt her eyes widen and cheeks glowing now as he towered over her but his rambling about shirts made her chuckle and relax “with both of us in only our pants you better find a way to keep us warm-“ she raised her leg placing it between his legs and rubbing against his piece of resitance “Sir~”

“ahh~“ caught by suprise by the sudden touching he couldn’t help but let a small moan escape she continued as her expression remained coy “l-like how you just made me ‘warm’” he said with a slight chuckle as she increased the pressure

she wanted to say something clever or sly but the way he was looking at her as he tried to hold back small noises made her drop all that “exactly” she said with no hesitation

He was abit taken back by her direct answer but in their current situation perhaps her feelings were getting the best of her as much as his “like-like this” he slowly freed one of his hands holding himself up and snuck it under her jacket giving her a teasingfull squeeze to then discover she wasn’t wearing a bra the tips of his ears went red but the face she made is what got to him “GOSH Lucy you-you’re so-“ he looked to the side with a shy smile

“yes Emmet?~” she said with a teasing like tone as he tried to break eye contact

his mind before fuzzy was now mush she did this to him in so many ways but when it came to anything remotely Intimate he was putty in her hands he slowly looked back at her and saw she was unzipping her jacket revealing the thin pink tank top that was seperating his hand from perfect skin “wonderful” this fantasy of hers was starting to sound more and more like a reality that could be happening right at this second maybe not the couch swing but possibly the double decker couch they were on right now “and beautiful~ brave” the words just started to fall from his mouth as he leaned down and whispered hotly in her ear “amazing” he sat up slightly removing some hair from her face the wonderful cotten candy-do he had come to love “perfect-“

She didn’t expect him to lean in like that causing her to lose her balance and be pinned even more his hot breath against her ear was doing things to her as well not to mention his word choices but the more he spoke the more lost in his eyes she became she wanted him she wanted him right now “Emmet I-“

“I want you” he said just before she could get the same words out His look before more caring was starting to look slightly more hungry and she didn’t mind that at all

“what did you say” she knew exactly what he said and meant but it wasn’t everyday such phrases came from mr Brickowski

“I want you Lucy I want to make you-us feel everything” his cheeks now crimson but he continued “to get tangled and lost in eachother” he placed his hand on her cheek then leaned in lightly kissing her “Lucy I want to-to..” he looked down but still wore a shy smile

she couldn’t help but smile back at how sincere he was even in situations like this but thats one of the reasons she fell for him his innocence “it’s ok Emmet” she ran her thumb across his cheek “you don’t have to say it” she sat up and started taking off his vest sliding it off his broad shoulders then getting to work on his ‘many other shirts’

he watched as she was now sliding his second shirt off of him he let her lead as now they both only had a thin tank top blocking eachothers view she smiled at him waiting for his permission to contine he felt the tempature rising between them he felt his hand twitch he licked his lips her shirt doing a terrible job of hiding- her jacket was just dangling off one shoulder her hair a beautiful mess her lips...those lips lightly parted with a small smile “Lucy~” he leaned foreward

she blinked as he stared at her what was going though that boys mi- “mm!” his lips had caught hers and they were eager he took no time waiting showing her just how desperate he had been she wrapped her arms around his neck and happily kissed him back while her fingers ruffled with his hair she suddenly felt a surge run through her body “E-Emmet~” she pulled away from the kiss looking down with lidded eyes to see his hand groping her through her shirt his fingers pinching her just so “harder” she whispered

he looked down with her and did as she pleased his palm now pushing her shirt down so nothing came between him and her breast “lucy~” even though they lived together and dated for many years everytime he saw her shirtless or more it still made him blush just as much as the first time but this was no time for being shy he sat up took off his last shirt then squeezed her with both hands and leaned in sucking on her neck knowing that was one of her most sensative areas earning him one of his favorite noises

TADAA~

But should i continue ewe