#crime red velvet scenarios

[luxora]

Red Velvet -> {Crime AU} -> Falling for their next victim

Requested: No

Group: Red Velvet

Genre: Angst. Fluffish?

Warning: Weapons. Murderous thoughts. Mentions of blood.

A/N: Serial Killer Red Velvet

Irene

The only thing that could be heard in the bedroom was your rhythmic breathing as you slept beside Joohyun, the bed sheets pulled to your shoulders in order to protect your bare body from the cold evening air. Joohyun sat beside you, an oversized shirt draped over her shoulders, it being the only thing to protect her from the cold air, with a switchblade in her hands while her eyes were fixated on your sleeping face.

Flick.

Switch.

Flick.

Switch.

Joohyun expertly sheathed and unsheathed her switchblade, her delicate fingers tracing the handle of the blade while she continued to gaze at you face, her eyes gliding over the smooth skin of your cheek to your angular jaw to eventually your plush lips. Joohyun knew well enough how soft your skin was, ranging from your face to your hands, practically your entire body which she had traced the entire time the two of you tangled yourselves in her bed sheets, blissfully unaware of the happenings of the world as the only thing on both of your minds was each other.

She always has liked people with soft skin, especially with the lighter kind because it always reminded her of a blank canvas that was yearning for a splash of color to bring it to life. Joohyun would hardly consider herself an artist, but she did enjoy dallying in the artistic world, particularly in the human anatomy side of it because the human body was simply a work of art itself, something which has been an object of obsession for Joohyun ever since she was a teenager.

She would hardly call herself an abnormality, she simply had interests that tended to be more on the extreme side. She simply desired to have a more realistic approach to her art, and so she would aspire to gain inspiration directly from her topic of obsession...the human body.

Blood was sustenance to the human body, but also for Joohyun’s art. While it was predominately a bright red, it came in so many shades, especially when it was preserved over time outside the human body. It also stained so beautiful on art canvasses, and even though critics have claimed Joohyun’s work to be rather morbid in depiction, they could not deny her obviously talent of capturing the curves of the human body in various positions, as well to catch their realness in expression as they hold the mask of horror, pain, and fear.

Only the expressions aren’t masks, they are true captured images of all the people she has used to sustain her art.

You were supposed to be the next one to sustain her next artwork, to become her muse and sustain her inspiration until their is nothing left but your hollow carcass as she extracted every single living aspect of you in order to create her most perfect masterpiece yet.

Yes, Joohyun does form a relationship with her muses in order to wear down their walls before she strikes, but she has never gone as far with all her previous muses as she has with you. Friendships are what she forms best with her previous muses but with you it extended to more than just friendship.

She wanted you. She craved you. The idea of you leaving the living realm completely drove her mad with possessiveness, anger, and fear. She should not be feeling this way about you, she shouldn't be hanging off very word that came from your lips nor should she be feeling at her happiest whenever you smiled at her and wrapped your arms around her in a hug. She most certainly should not be feeling as complete as a person could be after spending a passionate with you.

Looking at you in her bed, wrapped in her sheets with her marks all over your body...she should not have allowed it to get this far since she needed to use you for your next artwork, and yet she did.

Joohyun never anticipated that she would eventually fall in love with one of her marks and yet she did just that, with you of all people. She had previously thought she had kept you alive for so long simply because she wanted to revel in your soft skin before it would be peeled away with one of her blades, but eventually she realized it was simply because she wanted to revel in your presence a little bit longer.

Another hour, another day, another month. Time kept passing and eventually Joohyun realized that she simply could not do it. Staring at your sleeping face now, Joohyun can not bear the thought of slicing through your soft skin with her switchblade. She could do it now, she could strike you in a painless instant and be done with it. But she couldn’t. Not to you, not ever.

“...”

Joohyun continued to gaze at you for a long while before she suddenly hissed in pain and turned her head to look at her hand, blood immediately seeping out of the cut she had unintentionally given herself while playing with her switchblade. While her finger was stinging from the pain, Joohyun did nothing to stop the bleeding. She instead gazed at the red substance that was flushing out of her body, its red gaze staring at her before dribbling down her hand and dripping onto her bare thighs as she sat in her bed.

Drip

Drip

Drip

It is almost ironic that her memorization with the human body drew her to her knew object obsession, it being the sleeping form beside her, blissfully unaware of the dark, twisted artist who would never let them go. Since you could not become her next artwork, you were going to become her everything. Although then again, you were that already, only now your were more permanent to her life that you previously expected.

Seulgi

Seulgi thought that she was being kind to you, involving you in her life despite knowing how it was going to end. You were a soft one, someone so tender that needed protection from all the horrible things in the world, and at the time when the two of you first met, Seulgi played with the idea of possibly playing house with someone before wiping them off from this horrible world.

Seulgi liked to consider herself a savior of some sorts. She always did love the charity cases simply because she felt so needed and powerful in the moment. To have someone so desperate for her, so yearning for her presence and protective embrace, Seulgi couldn’t help but get drunk off it. Perhaps she had some sort of addiction to the dynamics that developed between herself and somebody that yearned for her, or rather the supposed safety that she offered to others.

She had a power over them that others couldn’t have. She managed to twist them so much around her finger that eventually they were unable to go in any other direction except towards her. Seulgi enjoyed being the center of somebody’s world but eventually one gets tired of it. Or rather, Seulgi got tired of being the hero of somebody that was a lost cause with no hope of ever getting better.

That is what attracted her to you at first. You were completely and utterly hopeless. You had been living off the streets for months, having been kicked out from your previous shelter with nowhere to go, especially not to your parents since they were the reason you were forced to fend for yourself because they didn’t believe that you had any right to object to their desires for your life. You were strong-willed, she will admit that, but so incredibly naive about the real world.

She would have thought that you would have learned some skills already to care for yourself, but you had a slightly priveleged life before and so you became completely ruined when you were kicked out the house and disowned by your parents. You became miserable, helpless, and a downright lunatic because you came hooked on the substances that were provided on the street, that only racked up a massive debt that was impossible for you to pay.

You were lost, hopeless, and down for. Nobody would miss someone like you, hence why Seulgi became interested in you. She always went for people like you because your disappearance would not cause any raised eyebrows. You would be but another number that succumbed to substance abuse and homelessness. Nothing special and no one important. She was essentially killing two birds with one stone because she would be able to get her need for being needed satisfied, as well as have her usual cut-off enjoyment. It was perfect like usual.

...

..

.

But then she fell in love with you.

She didn’t even know when she had started falling for you. Perhaps it was when you had finally managed to find a stable enough job to bring some sort of income to the house. Maybe it was when you finally decided to start going to clean. Maybe it was when you had brought her a bracelet with your own money, having saved up to get it for her. Maybe it was when you had gotten a promotion and had brought home a bottle of champagne and your and her favorite takeaway dinner home to celebrate. Or maybe... it was when you started becoming her home.

The thoughts of ending you like she has done to all the others in the past was driving her mad, her entire mind and body telling her to do that, you hardly being much different from all her previous lovers and victims, but then again, to her you were different. You were nothing like the others before you.

You made her laugh more than she has ever laughed.You made her feel more cherished and adored than before. You weren’t like the others because instead of remaining the victim of the cruel game known as life, you have tried to work hard to become a contender to be dealt with. You didn’t want to be at Seulgi’s mercy. You didn’t want to kneel before her, you wanted to stand beside her, and oddly enough...that is where Seulgi wanted you to be.

The knife was under her pillow, she could do it so easily right now. You were snuggled up on her arms, back pressed against her front and sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of the war that was laying awake behind you. Seulgi could feel the handle of her knife, smooth and hard in her hands as she slipped her under its concealer, her eyes transfixed on the back of you head.

She could strike you like one would to a melon, just piece through your skull with the accuracy of a nail through a piece of wood. Or she could instead drag it along that beautiful neck of yours, make a gorgeous river of red along that smooth valley and simply watch you gasp for air as your blood drained out of your body. Seulgi has seen the sight before so many times so it would hardly be new, but the idea of your eyes bulging in shock and terror, the idea of you looking at her in absolute betrayal and heartbreak...she would never be able to handle it.

Instead of grabbing the knife, Seulgi instead wrapped both arms around your sleeping form, nuzzling her nose into your hair and inhaling your sweet scent, closing her eyes as she tried to fix the scent to her memory. Her body still ache pleasantly from the celebration the two of you had, your biting mark stilling slightly stinging on her neck but she could hardly care because her heart thundered at your close proximity.

Seulgi never anticipated falling in love with one of her marks and yet here she was cradling you as if she wanted to protect you from all the dangerous things in the world, including herself. And while leaving you would most likely be the wisest and safest choice because she didn’t want to develop the urge to kill you...she was simply too selfish to do that.

She can’t leave you and she doesn’t thing she could leave you. Her mind and heart were at war with one another and not even Seulgi herself knew which organ was going to win. But either way, it was in connection to you. You had managed to do the impossible and maker her fall in love and see herself more than a hero. She had instead become a victim in her own game. A victim of love who would only fall from grace due to her own pride and naivety.

Wendy

It would be so easy.

All she had to do was was wrap the rope around your beautiful neck and then tighten it. There would be no way that you would be able to defend yourself. Seungwan knew that she was stronger than you, proving it time and time again whenever the two of you wrestled on the bed or when the two of you roughhoused around the apartment. Seungwan has trained herself well into being physically prepared for anyone that she was attempting to add to her numbers and you would hardly be a challenge to her given you small stature and delicate features. You were about as fragile as a plastic Barbie Doll, one whose head could easily pop off.

Seungwan’s grip on the rope tightened as she stared at your back, your body crouched down as you hammered the tent peg into the ground, the tent making some sort of shape despite your multiple attempts of putting it up. Despite being so weak and fragile, you always tried to do things on your own, even when Seungwan was there to offer you the necessary assistance. Your pride was probably the largest thing about you, something which she has pointed out before but you always readily retorted back that she was just as prideful as you, if not more.

But Seungwan had a reason to be very prideful. After all, she has been living under the noses of the law enforcement for about five years now, and they still had no clue who was behind the ‘Phantom Murders’ that were terrorizing the entire city. While she did find the name cliche, especially with being dubbed as the ‘Phantom Killer”, she took pride in the fact that she has yet to have left an inkling to her connection to the murders. She has always been a very careful individual, her involvement in killing being no different, and it was not supposed to be any different when she came across you because you simply were another soon-to-be victim who would not be able to escape her grasp.

“Oh thanks Wannie, I needed more rope.” You said, turning around and flashing her a smile before holding out your hand to her.

...Although it seemed that you were unable to escape from her with different circumstances. Seungwan wordlessly handed you the rope, watching the potential weapon being handed off to the supposed victim as you turned around and began to unravel it, completely obvious to the swirling storm behind you.

“Did you even read the manual?” Seungwan suddenly asked, her eyes locked on the back of your head as she referenced to the mess of a tent that you were constructing. You turned around and flashed her a challenging glare.

“Instructions are for the stupid.”

“...So you think not following it will prove your intelligence in building the tent?”

“I don’t like your tone Shon Seungwan.” You said menacingly, raising a finger at her in warning. But instead of being intimidated, Seungwan just smirked. She then crouched down in front of you and glanced at your finger before looking back at your face.

“Oh? And what are you going to do about it?” She teased, flashing a predatory smile at you as you visibly became flushed by her smile.

“Well...I...”

Seungwan always seemed to always affect you in some kind of away, especially when she became particularly playful with you, just like she was being right now. So deciding to affect you even further, Seungwan leaned it to capture your finger in her mouth, sucking it gently for a few moments before it was suddenly ripped out of her mouth as you pulled it away in surprise.

You clearly were not expecting Seungwan to do such a thing, so you did not anticipate the force of your sudden retrieval of your finger to upset your balance in your sitting position. You had fallen backwards and Seungwan did not give you a chance to recover as she was suddenly following you. Seungwan had you pinned to the floor and on top of the misshapen body of the tent which was yet to be pitched up. Her hands were on your wrists and she was holding them above your head, literally pinning you underneath her body as she laid on top of you. Seungwan smiled wickedly as she leaned in to give your cheek a nip.

“What were you trying to say?”

“I...you are so unfair!”

“Oh baby...when am I ever fair?”

Seungwan did not waste a moment to smash her lips against your own, swallowing whatever protest you had with her mouth and tongue as she immediately set the pace with you, your body completely succumbing to her as you allowed her to do whatever she wanted to you. You willingly arched your body into Seungwan and didn’t even flinch when Seungwan took her previously owned rope and wrapped it around your wrists to make you entirely vulnerable to her touch, incompletely unaware of what she could do with it.

Such as ending your life for example.

...

It has crossed her mind many times but Seungwan knew that she couldn’t do it. While she could kill anybody in this world, you were the only one she could not lay a finger, knife, or electrical prong to. None of her killer toys could touch you. She would cut off her own hand than lay a hand on you.

You were hers. You were hers to cherish and love. You were hers not to kill. And she intended to never do that to you, no matter how much stronger the desire was becoming every day. She won’t give into it. That was a promise.

Joy

Sooyoung panicked.

She never panicked.

But in that moment, that was the only thing she could do because you were never supposed to find out the truth about her. She was going to get rid of all of her mementos, she had promised herself that she was going to exterminate any evidence that she had that could possibly lead to you finding out the truth. Or for anyone to find out the truth. She couldn’t lose you over it. Out of everything that she owned, she could not lose you. Not when you had become the thing that she has grown to treasure the most.

...

But she couldn’t treasure you if she was in prison.

Sooyoung simply had lost her mind when she arrived home to find you staring into the box where she had kept her moments, all of them being a sweet memory to a wonderful night that she could fondly remember. All of them were stained with blood because Sooyoung wanted a more personal piece of her victim’s to their belongings aside from just the belonging itself, but now it seemed that the symbolism that she had for herself came to stab her in the back in the form of her love turning around to stare at her with horrified eyes.

“Sooyoung...what is this?”

Sooyoung couldn’t even remember the words she had spoken to you. She could not remember what she uttered to you to try explain herself, to try calm you down and assure you that you were not in any danger with her. She couldn’t even remember when you had started running or when she had grabbed the vase that the two of you had bought together and chased after you. She could only faintly recall running into the bedroom and then throwing the vase, your head being the unfortunate recipient of the thrown object.

Seeing you fall to the floor in a slump, a pained cry leaving your lips before silence followed, it had made Sooyoung’s soul evaporate from her body. A cold sense of dread washed over her as she stared at your fallen body, a trail of blood slowly beginning to form a pool near your head as it leaked away from your body as you remained unmoving from the floor. Your name tasted like ash as she called it, her hands trembling as she slowly walked over to you and fell to her knees.

You didn’t flinch as she cradled you into her arms, falling back on the floor so that she could support your dead weight as you head slumped backwards as she pulled you into an embrace. Terror had started to claw itself into her chest as she slowly moved her hand to your neck to check for your pulse, fearing the worse, but then it eased way when she felt your steady heartbeat against her fingers. But then she felt your blood spread itself onto her hand that was supporting your head, and then realized that she was in fact stuck in a lose-lose situation.

You had found out her deepest secret, one that she never intended for anyone to find out because that would mean that she would have to face the law for everything that she had done with her playthings in the past. While Sooyoung had always made sure that no one would ever find out about her macabre hobby, she was always prepared to end the life of the possible unlucky victim who would stumble upon the truth about Sooyoung.

However...she never anticipated that she would ever fall for one of her victims, much less it being you.

Sooyoung was somebody who enjoyed loving someone else and being loved in return, but she was someone who got bored easily and she could never allow an ex to walk away with a beating heart because Sooyoung was someone who valuable her reputation and her secrets. She enjoyed her privacy and she knew that her playthings would eventually blab about either her lifestyle, past times, or inner secrets she was willing to inform them. She simply was looking out for herself and viewed her ‘hobby’ as an insurance to her own freedom.

Originally you were supposed to just be another lover to entertain her for a small while before she got bored again...only she never did.

You affected Sooyoung in a way nobody has ever affected her before. You left a mark on Sooyoung that would never be erased no matter how hard she tried. While Sooyoung has loved before, she has never fully experienced everything that came with being in love with someone. And you were her first. And most definitely her last.

Sooyoung never planned to stray away from you. You were it forever and she was not going to lose you...not even something like this can stop her from loving you. In fact...perhaps it made her love you more. You now knew everything about her, the worst part of her that nobody literally lived to know. That meant that you were special and meant to stay with her. She will love you for the rest of her life. The two of you can be happy and safe with one another. Sooyoung will never have to worry about you finding out...you knew everything now.

Terror and hope twirled themselves around one another as Sooyoung pressed her trembling lips to your forehead, her hand cupping the cut at the back of your head to apply pressure to restrict its bleeding. There was going to be a lot for the two of you to talk about once you woke up, and Sooyoung had a lot of explaining to do, and a lot of pleading, but Sooyoung can prepare herself for it. And you. She can prepare you for it as well.

She can’t risk the chance that you might call the police or run away from her again, so she needs to act quickly before you came back to the world of the living. But it will be okay. Sooyoung has gotten herself involved in messy situations before and this should not be much different. She just needs to tend to your wound and make you more...comfortable before you woke up again.

But everything will be fine. The two of you love each other. That should be enough for the two of you to get through this together.

Yeri

Yerim didn’t her eyes off you as you fiddled with the packaging of the small gift that she handed to you, her arms wrapped loosely around your waist while you sat between her legs while the fireplace in front of you blazed warmly, filling the entire room in wonderful heat during the snowy evening the two of you were trapped in. Your lithe fingers careful unpicked the transparent tape and pulled apart the wrapped to reveal a dark velvet box. She felt you freeze in her arms, prompting her to lean in to press a soft kiss to your jaw.

“Open it.”

You have always been good at taking orders and now was hardly even different as you slowly lifted the lid of the velvet box to reveal a red diamond ring, its shimmring rock gazing at you lovingly, similar to Yerim as she pressed another kiss to your jaw before whispering the question which has been swirling through her mind for the past few months.

“Marry me?”

Yerim didn’t flinch when you turned around to face her, your eyes still wide from shock and surprise with your mouth agape, but the crawling glee slowly appearing in her eyes was enough to not make Yerim panic and believe she was making the biggest mistake in her life. She knew that she wasn’t. You were the one thing she could never make a crawling from and from how in awe you were starting to become with her, Yerim immediately knew that she was right all along. She could only lean into your palm as you raised you hand and cupped her cheek, tenderly stroking her cheekbone.

“Are you serious?”

Yerim would think that giving you a diamond ring with its following question would be proof enough that she was certain about your and her future together, but she understood why you would ask such a stupid question. Neither of you have really discussed marriage, since Yerim always tended to avoid the subject as much as she could simply because se had things to clear up before she could fully commit herself to you. She never did inform you what exactly she was trying to clear up before she would discuss her future with you, and she intended for it to remain that way because it was a part of her life that she was willing to give up forever in order to be with you.

The past Yerim would slit her own throat before admitting that she was in love. She didn’t do love, especially since she learnt that it does not long, courtesy of her role model parents who made it their convince mission to convince Yerim that love was all but a chemical reaction that was forced to form between people. They were in an arranged marriage; therefore any love of forming between them was false and never to happen. They had enforced their beliefs into Yerim that love did not exist, and she did believe them for a while until everything had changed when she first met you.

Somehow for some reason, you made her become almost more human. Before she met you, she was not capable of feeling any guilt. Since her parents were cold and unlovable beings, Yerim perceived herself being the same as them, so she did not feel anything else except distant, minimal availability to the world. But upon meeting you, her Pandora box opened up and suddenly she was exposed to much all at the same time.

You taught her how to love. Even though she hardly made it easy for you, she became someone that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with and even though she never believed that she would find someone who would make her want to change...she was willing to do it because you were worth it.

You were someone who made her to become more that what she was. An heiress who literally got away with murder.

One good thing that her parents left for her was their incredibly wealth and endless amount of resources which can make things disappear. Yerim has exterminated every single link there was to her and all the crimes she has committed. Although she wouldn’t precisely call them crimes, more like her passing times, but now she was determined to find more hobbies, some which could hopefully be shared with you.

“Of course I’m serious. I love you.” Yerim said, staring at you with blazing love. You flushed at her easy confession, a smile crawling along your face.

“But you never said-”

“I have been thinking about it. A lot. And I have realized there is nothing else I want more in this world than you and my last name following your first.” Your laugh immediately made butterflies flutter in Yerim chest, prompting her to raise both her hands to cup your cheeks, leaning in to press her forehead against your own, forcing to feel her breath tickle your lips as she spoke, her eyes locked with yours the entire time. “So say yes already. Marry me.”

“You are so demanding.” You giggled, but you moved your hand from her cheek to grasp the back of her neck before nodding, love shining through your eyes as you gazed at her. “Yes. I’ll marry you.”

“Truly?”

You nodded.

And then Yerim kissed you.

Happiness was an emotion that she had learned to experience when she had made her first kill and got away with it. It was probably the reason she did it through all her teenage years and young adulthood because it was something she could do to make her feel accomplished and appreciated. All of her crimes have gone cold and with the efforts she had conducted now...they were to remain that way.

She could not have you find out the truth of her ugly past. To you, she was the emotionally troubled woman with terrible parents who was brought out of her shell because of you. She will keep that facade in order to stay in your life. The two of you were going to be bonded together in everyday possible, it was only right she cleared away the dirt mountain before she laid the foundation of her new life with you.

It was her job to take care of you from now onwards. She was not going to mess up like her parents did. She was going to do everything right with you by her side. That was a promise she was making to herself and to you right now.

Nothing was ever going to stand between the two of you. Nothing.

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[murder-cookie-dust393]

Seal anon here and had a crazy, silly thought....imagine a yandere cookie kidnapping an mc but mc...being chill with it. Like '....ok, this is my life now'.....like to the point where even the YANDERE is concerned! And they are chill with it because of...idk bad home life or something like that? Just see how much yanderes love their s/o and curious what would happen if they are actually ok with being kidnapped and they are so chill about it or something, even the yandere was confirmed Like:

Cookie: mc....sweetheart you've been inside for over 2 months just chilling and doing house chores sometimes and...you haven't tried to escape even once.

Mc: yup.

Cookie: ...you need to go outside for some fresh air, this isn't healthy!

Mc: nope!

Cookie: MC!!!! I SWEAR I WILL DRAG YOU OUTSIDE MYSELF!

Or if you want a better version of this ask to REALLY make the yandere concerned: mc actually hugs the yandere, crying and thanking them from taking them away from their home....now THAT would raise so many red flags for the yandere!

And...oh my god I can't think of a yandere to ask this for....affogato? Capsaicin? Clotted cream? Possibly mix it up by throwing Kouign amann in there? Shining glitter? Rockstar? So many good ones...I can't decide which yandere to ask for this senario with...uuuuh surprise me! XD hope you like it!

Hm- I’ll just do two mini scenarios:

Tw: Mentions of abuse, non-explicit murder, past kidnapping

I don’t think I’ve ever talked about Red Velvet yet, so- yeah!

Red Velvet is pleased that you aren’t revolting against him. I mean given he does treat you well, and his cake hounds are quite the cuties to keep your company in your isolation.

But also finds it odd you’re not disgusted or fearful of him. Perhaps you just don’t care?

After a few months, he starts to get suspicious. He ends up leaving the tower for a moment to go investigate. When he finds the state of your household he almost wanted to laugh.

So negative. So…chaotic.

He decides to go a little crazy. Destroying the doors and furniture with his big blade…and maybe some crumbs and strawberry jam from his victims.

He never tells you about his little trip (the truth behind it). Instead he just happily lives with you, including his many hounds.

“Chiffon will keep you company while I’m gone. Some imbeciles decided to enter the tower again.”

Kouign Amann, despite kidnapping you to her home, and trying to “protect” you, gets a little worried when you don’t even bother to leave.

She knows her actions are immoral, and literally a crime. So seeing you not even try to resist concerns her. Why aren’t you reacting normally…?

At some point she questions you, curious why you’re acting so calm.

“MC, I don’t understand. How are you not terrified or hateful of me? I took you away from everybody!”

In the moment she hears your response, her paranoia spikes worse than ever. She knew you weren’t exactly happy, but to hear that people were straight out abusive made her livid.

She’ll reassure you that she isn’t going to be like them. Of course, it would be against her role as Paladin to be that way. That same night, while you’re asleep or tucked into bed, she leaves the house.

She goes to retrieve justice for your suffering.

(Wrote this in a slight rush, so don’t mind any mistakes)

- Celina

#cookie run #yandere cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run x reader #crk #yandere #yandere x reader #crk x reader #blurbs

[rottenkadaver]

random question popped in my head but do you have any songs that remind you of the polychamps? like you hear the song and suddenly think about a whole scenario without trying to? im really bad at explaining things sorry D:

i think you explained it nicely! and I have many actually!! like maybe a bit too many,,

Racing Into The Night - YAOSOBI [THIS ONE MAINLY.] Love Like You - Rebecca Sugar Corpse Dance - Kikuo My Clematis - VIVINOS Dynasty - MIIA Kilmaa - NILFRUITS My Heart Will Go On - Chase Holfelder's Cover SPECIFICALLY Blackout - AZARI Overdose - natori Queen - Kanaria Fighter - jack stauber Freaks - Surf Curse Gasou - yugica Yueri - yugica Russian Roulette - Red Velvet Fahradsattel - Pisse [this one is complicated] Song of the Night - Kikuo Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood Cannibal - Ke$ha I'm Yours - Alessia Cara Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen Streets - Doja Cat Daisy Bell - that time the computer sang it from the 1800s pouring outside - dyl dion Worst Case Scenario - The Hoosiers Fallen Down - Toby Fox Die Happy - DREAMERS Team - Mag.Lo NEVER. - Mag.Lo missing home - nineishuman Some Kind Of Disaster - All Time Low Inarticulation - Rio Romeo Bruno is Orange - Hop Along Make You Mine - PUBLIC This Is Home - Cavetown SUBURBIA - Troye Sivan heather - glaive + ericdoa Devil Town - Cavetown Partners in Crime - Set It Off + Ash Costello I'm Just Your Problem - Adventure Time Non-breath Oblige - PinocchioP I Think I'm In Love - Kat Dahlia Are You Lost - Park Bird We Are Young - Fun. Heart Attack - Demi Lovato Rather Be - Clean Bandit + Jess Glynne

#like i said. too many #polychampions #prune x kouign x capsaicin #i can give you a FULLY DETAILED scene about ALL of these btw #thank u for the ask btw! made my very happy... #prune juice cookie #capsaicin cookie #kouign amann cookie #rot.txt

[lilscottishlesbian]

Idiot Brothers|| Kanato Sakamaki and Lillian Ezra

Location: School Roof top

FYI: This is just a small scenario that I thought about my oc having with the triplets so decided to write out. Have fun!

The school bell finale goes off signalling to the students that it’s breaktime. Ezra leaves her class and heads up to the school roof. Quinn has the flu and Kyoko has art deadlines to meet so Ezra decided that spending the day on the school roof would be nice way to spend some alone time.

When she finally reached the school she could hear…crying. There was very frequent sniffing and some shaky sighs before she could hear a distressed voice.

“Those idiots, h-how could they Teddy?*sniffs* Taken m-my! Last slice of cake sniffs* how dare they!”

Kanato.

Shit.

Ezra and Kanato had never always seen eye to eye but that didn’t stopped Ezra for feeling slightly bad for him. So she sighed and turned around meeting the puffy eyes of the small purple haired vamp.

“*sniffs* what do you want Lillian? Can you see me and Teddy are having a private conversation” Kanato snarled at Ezra giving her a death glare.

“Well its not private if you’re being loud , you’re lucky it was just me and not one of your brothers”

“Well…because of two-two of them I’m crying. I was not having a good morning to begin with and those two…MORONS ate the last slice of MY red velvet cake!” He angrily wipes away another tear , gripping his bear tighter.

“By those two morons…you mean your triplets?”She was trying to bite back her grin. Not at grinning at Kanato just at the fact it’s those two idiots.

“Of course I mean them! God I can’t even bring myself to talk about them!” The thought about his triplets, Ayato and Laito seemed to have pissed him off more. “B-biologically Laito is older but traditionally Ayato is older but me! I’m stuck in the middle of those two..i-idiots!”

“Must be tuff having them as brothers?” not like Kanato is any better Ezra thought to herself but held back as that would make him feel worse.

“It’s horrible, all they do is tease me make fun of me and Teddy…”

“Have you thought about getting revenge?” Ezra asked bluntly because although she doesn’t see eye to eye with him , she was curious on what Kanato would do next with them.

“Oh yes that’s what I’m thinking about now ,I’ll get the both of them back I swear it! Maybe I could place a bees nest in Ayatos room , and a hord of spiders in Laitos room” “that’s a good idea right Teddy?” Despite Ezra getting slightly weirded out with Kanato talking to Teddy , the idea of getting revenge did bring a smile to Kanatos face.

“How about a tarantula in Laitos room?” Ezra suggested, not bothering to hide the grin from her face at the idea of messing with Laito.

“YES! Wait- how would I get a tarantula?”

“I have one , Travis. You can borrow him for a bit” then she added “But make sure nothing bad happens to him or it’ll be Teddy who gets it” Why is Ezra helping Kanato? For shits and giggles. Literally.

“Fine fine” Kanato said before looking suspiciously back at Ezra. “But why are you doing this Lillian?”

Ezra thought for moment before responding”it’s just for fun, they both annoy me and it’s be fun to mess with them”

“Really…well there’s no surprise there…”

“Yup, Ayato is so loud and annoying it’s like he has a boom box instead of a voice box and Laito thinks that any girl wants him and my god he just never leaves me alone, he’ll either call me Ezzy or Ezria or lil Ez because he knows it ticks me off”

“Socially they’re incompetent. I honestly don’t know why any girls would want them or why they would want to be seen with them , i am greatful that I am the ferternal triplet so people don’t easily see me as one of them”

“Yeah I actually didn’t know yous three were actually triplet when I first saw yous”

“I am taken that as a compliment Lillian ,honestly what did I do in a past life to get stuck with two idiot brothers”

“Probably a horrible crime that’s even unforgivable to vampires”Ezra lets out a small chuckle to herself.

“Honestly it seems like it.” Kanato says before having his face light up with an idea.

“Actually Lillian, I’m not going to waste my time putting bugs in their rooms…I’ll embarrass them” Kanato gave a sadistic grin. “Yes I’ve got dirt on them you see. It’s so bad they will never show their face or ever mess with me again”

“Oh..what is it then if it’s so bad?” Disappointed with loosing the opportunity to mess with the two boys (mainly Laito) she still wanted to know what was so bad about the dirt Kanato had. It’ll give Ezra so leverage if she knows it too.

“Yes , bad” Kanato says before continuing on.

“You see Lillian around two weeks ago both of them got-”

Before Kanato could tell Ezra anything his words he was interrupted by a loud annoyed voice.

“Right right shortie before you go spilling our shit here’s your cake” Ayato. And Laito. Ayato with a plastic box that had a slice of red velvet cake with buttercream frosting.

“Got anything else to say?” Kanato demanded. Still taken the cake with some for of gentleness so it doesn’t get smushed.

“Fine we are sorry for eating you stupid cake” Ayato grunted out, there was atleast some sympathy in his voice.

“yes Kanato we are deeply sorry for your cake. It was very tasty however~” Laito commented with a smirk on his face. Not sure if he genuinely meant Ezra kept looking before looking at him too long made her feel weird so she just stood still , looking around as the boys continued on.

At this point Ezra was standing in between Kanato and the other two, having no clue if they heard her help plotting Kanatos revenge. She was looking at Kanato ,then at the others , back to Kanato , then at Laito for a second then back at Kanato, then..you get it.

“I’ll just leave you three to it then” Ezra gave a awkward smile and was about to walk away to let those three to sort it out themselves but she was stopped with a arm blocking her way

“No no Ezzy you just wait right there~” Laito said slyly while getting a glare from Ezra.

“Why should I? This is your guys issue” Ezra says trying to hide her annoyance, but before anyone else could say anything or anything else could happen the bell rang again showing that break has ended.

“Oh thank god” Ezra sighed in relief then runs off to class before more trouble can erupt

#diabolik lovers #haunted dark bridal #laito sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #shitpost #shu sakamaki #yui komori #subaru sakamaki #diabolik lovers headcanons #sakamaki reiji #vampire oc #dialovers

[kiss-my-freckle]

Episode 10x10 Rewatch

The Postman, his girlfriend, Carrie Baker, and the Maryland AG.

Tom, Liz, Eugene Ames, and Connolly.

"I believe that if she is given a fair trial by a jury of her peers, there aren’t 12 people in America who wouldn’t agree with me.” - Ressler

Cooper and The Postman show otherwise. 

Juror: Cash stolen from her wallet... and Nelson's DNA on the purse.

Interrogator: But your partial prints were on the device. Liz: That’s not possible.

“What the hell?”

Between Sleep And Awake

Ressler is sponsoring Jonathon the way Lauren sponsored him.

Jonathan: Ah, it just makes me realize how busted I was before. Ressler: Hey, I was a wreck at your point in recovery, I hadn't even shaved yet.

Broken and dead. 

Jonathan: But right now, I'm just really happy to be back in the world of the living.

Barber: You all right, son? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.

The point of the car.

Ressler: I didn’t know it at the time, but that car wasn’t the only thing I was fixing. I mean, when I started, it was - it was broken. Nothing about it worked. It was - It was dead to the world.

Red velvet cake pops, Son Phillip to Father Phillip...

Herbie: Rosaries. Ressler: Rosaries? As in Catholicism? Herbie: Yeah, brought me right back to Father Phillip telling me I was going straight to hell for not using a hall pass. That's a heavy load to put on a kid with a small bladder, especially right before his bar mitzvah.

Hitchin: Hand to God, how amazing was Saturday? I know I’m his mom, but Phillip’s Bar Mitzvah - cutest thing ever. Wright: It was incredible. Hitchin: Although my idiot husband did order 500 extra swag bags, so one for you, one for you -

Greatest dialogue of the episode, Keenler Baby...

Agnes: Except one of us is secretly an imposter.

Between Sleep And Awake. The shooting death of Tom Connolly.

Tom, 2x21: All right, dream scenario. We finish our coffee...

Ressler, 2x22: Damn it, Liz, wake up...

Aram: You’re right. That’s a - That’s a different boat. Ressler: It’s a different ocean.

The Harbormaster Investigation

Cooper: It's just that someone from my past has suddenly popped out of the woodwork. Red: Ghosts like to do that, don't they? Pop out of the woodwork.

Ressler: Tom Keen came out of the woodwork. Cooper: Keen? Does he know something?

Complicated...

Juror: It's not that complicated. There's either DNA or there's not. Cooper: It's not complicated because you want to go home.

Nik: Whoa. You’re… I didn’t know. And Tom’s… Obviously. It’s just… when I saw you last, it didn’t seem like you were together. Liz: It’s complicated.

Cape May waters and the marina where Tom moored his boat... 

Red: As a man with some criminal experience, I can assure you that sometimes forces much greater than ourselves help to lead us to those waters.

Liz: That’s not how the truth works. You don’t get to pick and choose. Not if you want to learn how to swim.

Tom: We don’t save people, Gina. We watch them drown.

Good vs bad...

Juror: You really want this kid to be innocent. But guess what. Sometimes people do bad things! 

Red: Bad things happen to good people. 

Bad luck... 

Juror: Oh, come on, though. If he didn't do it with evidence as is, he's got to be the unluckiest SOB in Baltimore. Cooper: Unlucky isn't a crime.

Red: What I do know is that – whether it’s chance or karma, DNA or fate, or just bad luck - this is where you are now. This is who you’ve become. A criminal. A fugitive.

The washer necklace... bad luck.  

Liz: I don’t know what happened. I used to consider myself lucky. I had a husband I loved, a job I always wanted. I was the kind of person good things happen to. [...] Red: Sometimes bad luck is the best luck you’ll ever have.

Liz: You want to see what else brings me luck? Agnes: What is that? Liz: Did I ever tell you how your Daddy asked me to marry him?

Tom, Judge Denner, and Connolly... 

Juror: Okay. What about this? Two days ago, his girlfriend swore on a Bible, took the stand, and told us that Lawrence Nelson privately confessed to the murder. How do you explain that? Cooper: He is insistent that conversation never happened with her.

Cooper: I recognize that it's improbable, but maybe there's a reason his girlfriend would've lied about his confession. She was already at the police station for some other reason when she made that accusation. And before we send a man to prison, I think we should know why. Juror: That information was struck from the record by the judge.

The Postman: I'm not signing a confession. Cooper: It's not a confession. It's a 30 -year-old transcript of your old girlfriend's first conversation with the police on the night of Carrie Baker's murder, the same conversation that made her the star witness against you in court. That transcript should've been given to your counsel. It wasn't. The Postman: She doesn't mention me. At all. Cooper: The BPD was investigating her for drug charges. The fact that she gave them a story about you less than 24 hours after the murder and that the prosecution withheld this information at trial suggests that she may have testified against you as part of a quid-pro-quo deal orchestrated by the prosecutor. The Postman: She was scared to go to prison. So she sent me instead.

Like Tom and his private confession to Judge Denner, only for Connolly to walk in. Quid-pro-quo. How Liz went from Eugene Ames to Most Wanted.

Tom: Wait! Listen! I will make a confession. I will give you a full deal. But you have to promise me that you leave Liz out of this. Connolly: THAT deal won’t happen.

Liz: What’s gonna happen to Tom? Connolly: Who? Liz: My ex-husband, Tom Keen? Connolly: I never met him. There’s no Tom Keen in federal custody.

A reason Tom Keen walked out of federal custody and Liz walked in... just like The Postman. And like The Postman... might as well have arrived in a pine box. 

Reminds me of the Drexel painting. 

And with Karakurt vibes. 

Hitchin: And what if he opens the door? Director: Well, we return to the original plan. We take Elizabeth Keen to an undisclosed location for questioning, from which she will try to escape. And then we’ll be forced to shoot her. In any case, you are looking at a ghost.

The difference between season 3 and season 8 Liz...

Cooper: You were so adamant then that you were innocent. We have to hold you accountable for your new crimes. Still, I'm gonna do everything I can to have the original crime expunged from your record.

Agnes make all the difference...

Cooper: And I'm going to try to hold Christopher Jay accountable too. The Postman: What difference does it make now? Cooper: It makes all the difference.

Jennifer: So he did this to you. Liz: What difference does it make? We’re so close! Jennifer: The difference that it makes is that I’m worried that he’s gonna do it to me.

Liz makes all the difference... 

Ressler: I’m just saying, if she did reach out to you, if you actually saw her, you might think differently. Aram: Did she reach out to you? Ressler: No, she didn’t. But if she did– I’m just saying it might make a difference.

Ressler: Look, I know what Cooper said– Aram: He didn’t “say,” he ordered. Ressler: Yeah, but I told you, if you saw her you’d think differently.

Aram: You were right. It is different.

Not a Keen, but a Ressler. 

Liz: I am attempting to build a life with the father of my child.

Why Liz is now dead. 

Director: In any case, you are looking at a ghost.

Because of her second memory wipe. It’s all there. Karakurt and the Orea bombing, chemical weapon and the senator, Connolly's shooting.

#Anti-Tom Keen #Anti-Keen2 #Keenler baby theory

[weishenbwi]

kpop stans with their bias 😂

#me too tho ngl #ezra miller #claudia kim #fantastic beasts #kpop #bts reaction #bts imagine #exo imagine #exo reaction #nct imagine #nct reaction #blackpink #red velvet #twice #got7 #seventeen #multifandom #scenario #video #the crimes of grindelwald #harry potter #jk rowling #this is me with #baekhyun #chenle #jongdae #taehyung #yeah taehyung too lol #everyone

[lovetorn]

in chains for you [dream]

Dream x Fem!Reader Criminals!AU

Summary: The Dream Team is an underground crime group that works for Techno Industries. But what happens when one of their most valuable members is taken for ransom by their enemy, Schlatt?

Warnings: Swearing & mean insults :(, kidnapping, death, violence, uhhh nothing else? message me if you see anything else!

Word Count: 8.1k+

A/N: I’m so sorry for any mistakes/plot holes, my adhd said no❤️ when i was editing :(

Note: Please remember these are all characters! Since I do not know any of these people in real life, I have created all aspects of their lives, personalities etc. and apologise for any OOC moments. I portrayed Schlatt as the villain purely from his role play in the Dream SMP, obviously, I do not believe him to be like this irl in any way. He is also written as much older than the Dream Team to enhance the villain-like characteristics. Remember, this is just fiction! Thanks! 

Night had fallen over California, and the icy breeze from the South blew through the city of Beverly Hills. The lights from several luxury hotels and displays lit up the streets and exposed the city. It was more alive than half the people that resided there. Here, people only cared about their money and their assets; barely any room left for emotions towards others that didn’t benefit them. 

“Hurry the fuck up, Sapnap!” 

The gravelly sound of Dream shouting prompted Y/n to run faster. Tensions were high as three criminals rushed to the dark SUV that sat running outside of the tall building. They clutched black duffle bags in both hands when the sound of familiar sirens cried a few blocks away. 

Unlocking the car, George threw open the back car door and launched his duffle bags onto the car seats before hopping in. Dream rounded the car and opened the door to the driver’s seat, Y/n doing the same for the passenger’s side. And whilst they were shoving the bags in, Sapnap came running out of the building, another duffle bag in his hand and a briefcase in the other. The ends of his white bandana flew around in the wind behind him as he missed a dip in the floor.

“What the fuck has he got now? We’ve gotta go!” George exclaimed, hurrying the boy by waving his hand. Dream put the car in drive as Sapnap slammed the door, “Go, go, go!”

The car squealed while Dream pulled off of the curb, the wheels screeching against the tar as he pressed his foot heavily on the accelerator. 40, 50, 70, 100, 130mph. The speedometer jumped by 10s and then by 40s as the car barrelled down the long strip of road, the wailings of sirens fading behind them. 

George, Y/n and Sapnap were laughing as they took their masks off. The sound pissed Dream off as he gripped the steering wheel harder; why is nobody taking this seriously? 

Ripping his white mask off his face and throwing it into his lap, Dream looked at Sapnap through the rearview mirror, “Why did you take so long? That could’ve fucked our whole plan!” 

“Jeez, chill out.”

Dream shot him a glare through the mirror as Sapnap put his hand up, “Schlatt said he had a briefcase full of Chick-Fil-A gift cards, so I grabbed the first one I saw.” 

George lolled his head to the side, mouth agape as he stared at him in disbelief. “Are you shitting me?” 

Sapnap shook his head, resting the case on his thighs and popping open the clasps. 

“Fuck yeah!” He cheered, turning the case around to show the rest of the car the bundles of hundreds of red and white cards that laid on a sheet of red velvet. Sapnap’s eyes remained as wide as saucers the entire time he tilted the case at different angles to ensure everybody saw. 

Y/n turned around in her seat to face the boys in the back and giggled. 

“Can I have one?” She asked, holding her hands up in a praying gesture. Sapnap laughed and nodded, “I’ve got enough for a whole country! And anything for you, Y/n.” Y/n smiled at him, mouthing a quick ‘thank you’ before turning back around to face the road that was gone as quick as it came. 

The deep sigh that came from Dream in the driver’s seat caught the attention of everybody in the car. Sapnap rolled his eyes and shut the case. “Calm down, green boy. She’s all yours.” 

Arriving at the motel George had found, the four lugged the black duffle bags in the small room. Locking the room door, Dream spun around to see everybody sitting on one of the single beds. 

He eyed the black duffle bags in the corner with a frown, each one full to the brim with thousands of 100 dollar bills that they had to transfer back to base. George cleared his throat when he saw his friend looking at the bags and raised his eyebrows, “Dream?” The man turned at the sound of his name and nodded once. He had an odd feeling in his stomach but decided to ignore it and face the problem at hand first before anything else.

Dream sighed, “We did good tonight,” The three on the bed hollering softly, fist-bumping each other before Dream continued. 

“But...” Y/n, George and Sapnap all groaned, throwing their heads back at the oncoming disappointment that Dream was going to throw on them.

“Sapnap, what the fuck was that? You can’t go off on your own tangents during a plan this big! What would’ve happened if—”

Sapnap’s eyes widened when he realised Dream’s rage was aimed towards him. “Dream! It’s okay, bro. I’m right here, we’re all alive—”

“Don’t talk back to me.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Y/n avoided Dream’s gaze when it landed on her. She didn’t want him asking her to back him up; not tonight. 

“Anyway, I hope you all know what comes next.” The three nodded, heads down and eyes trained on the worn carpet. Sapnap and George stood up and went to different sides of the room, George to the bathroom and Sapnap to the desk where he pulled out his iPod and earphones. 

Dream watched as Y/n lifted her head back up, meeting his gaze. She gave him a soft smile and patted the space on the bed next to her. Dream ran a hand through his tangled blonde hair and walked over to her, sitting where her hand once was. 

“You okay?” She asked softly, placing her hand over his that sat in his lap. Dream nodded before huffing. “I just don’t know how successful this plan actually is. Something’s off.” He whispered, grabbing her hand. Y/n leaned forward to try and meet his green eyes; the ones that made her weak at the knees when he looked at her a certain way. But he didn’t need to know that considering they were just friends.  

“We did good today, look! We’re here, alive and well. And if something’s bothering you, just know that I’ll always be here to help you. Now, I need the bathroom.” She smiled, squeezing his hand before standing up. 

“George? When are you done?” She yelled at the bathroom door. Dream tilted his head to the side as he admired her, what would he do without her?

“Soon! Stop being annoying!” 

It had reached a point in the night where Dream couldn’t sleep. The single bed he laid in was uncomfortable, and the nagging feeling of doubt kept him awake. Something was wrong. 

He looked over a Y/n who laid in the other bed across from him. His top priority was to keep her safe; he had to. His eyes then travelled to his two other best friends—Sapnap in the desk chair and George on the brown couch. 

He smiled softly. Dream rarely got emotional, but seeing his friends and partners in crime—literally—so vulnerable, had his mind plagued with vicious scenarios that brought tears to his alarmingly vacant eyes. 

They weren’t always void, but seeing death as he did, had pushed the soul of nature out of his once striking eyes. He thought they looked dull now, matching the rest of his face, but Y/n always told him they were the prettiest she’d ever seen. He’d always flush when she said that which always elicited a poke in the ribs and a teasing comment from her. 

Dream forgot how long he’d been lying there, his mind drifting in and out of sleeping until a high-pitched squeak came from the main door. He reached for his knife that held a place under the pillow and sat up, holding his knife and facing the door. 

On the floor next to the door, sat an ominous black envelope. Dream chewed the inside of his lip, his heart beating rapidly with panic. How did they find them?

— 

“How the fuck did they find us?” George asked, his palms sweaty as he held the letter in his hands. The gold foiling around the letters was both alluring and terrifying. 

Palm Casino.  Wednesday Night. 12am.  Be there, or face death. 

Dream had rolled his eyes when he read the letter for the first time; Schlatt was so dramatic. And although fear and doubt had set in his stomach, he didn’t let his friends know. 

How did they find them? They had been careful with the robbery, getting everything they needed without leaving a trace, nothing out of place, except for—

Dream shoved his partners out of the way and leaned down to pick up the briefcase with the Chic-Fil-A gift cards. Sapnap went to interject, primarily to save his prized possession when Y/n grabbed his elbow and shook her head when he turned to her. 

Dream opened it then turned it upside down, emptying the cards onto the rotting carpet. 

“Dream—” 

“Shut up.” He then continued to rip the velvet from the inside of the case to reveal a small box with a red flashing light. Sapnap stopped his wriggling and stood staring at the device. 

“This is your fault, you dipshit.” 

Sapnap was silent. Y/n softened her grip to rub his elbow comfortingly instead, the action making Dream narrow his gaze. The girl rolled her eyes and spoke up, “How was he supposed to know it was in there, Dream? You can’t blame him for this at all.” 

Dream shook his head and dropped his gaze to the floor before huffing and scrunching his nose in a disgusted manner.

Midnight had arrived quickly, like a thief in the dark, and the crescent moon hung high in the sky. A light breeze swept into the city, making the palm trees sway in the delicate moonlight as a black SUV pulled up to the Palm Casino. 

“Okay, here we go. I want you all on your best behaviour,” Dream joked. And as his mask only hid half of his face, a lopsided grin graced his face as he popped the door open. Y/n knew that smile; it was one that was begging for chaos, but she knew it was just a deflection from his real emotions. 

Walking to the entrance, Y/n reached up and placed her hand on Dream’s shoulder. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

Dream let out a laugh, “Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

The boys sported black on black suits with matching Rolex watches, the gold of the timepieces shining in the low light. The only differences between them being Dream’s smiley mask, Sapnap’s white bandana in his hair, and George’s white glasses upon the top of his head. Y/n, on the other hand, wore a fitting dress with gold jewellery. She would’ve worn anything else, but considering the situation, she complied. 

As the waitress walked them over to the poker table, Y/n caught Dream’s hand in her own, squeezing it once before letting go. She knew he was worried and the action in itself was enough to calm Dream’s nerves for the time being, but as soon as he made eye contact with Schlatt, it all went away. 

“Boys! How are we doing?” The man yelled, throwing his arms up with a smile on his face. Dream nodded once and sat down at the table, Sapnap and George following. Y/n went to sit beside Sapnap but was cut off by Schlatt who took it upon himself to police the members at said table. 

“I’m sorry, gorgeous. I’m afraid this game is only for the men.” He gave her a tight-lipped smile and clasped his hands on the table. Y/n narrowed her gaze at him before rolling her eyes and moving to stand behind Dream. 

Schlatt then stood and excused himself from the table, making George throw Dream a confused look before the man spoke up. He walked towards another room, guarded by velvet ropes, but not before shouting, “Let the games begin!” 

—  

Dream sat observing the last man in the game next to himself, ensuring he wouldn’t lose, not that he ever did. He had learnt from his father early on to read the expressions of the players around him and how to benefit from the folds and raises. People were shocked when they found out his age, bewildered that such a young man could earn numbers like that. 

Dream stared narrowly at the man; his eyebrows raised as he wore a sly smirk. The man in front of him was profusely sweating, his hand reaching to grasp a tissue from his pocket as the last community card was placed down. The surrounding men groaned; their expressions irritable as the Dream Team gained another win. Dream threw the cards onto the Poker table and stood up, offering his hand to the gentleman. He reluctantly accepted then hurried out of the room, four of his acquaintances following.  

Y/n watched as Dream swapped seats with Sapnap, allowing him his turn at the game. She then moved and leaned down to Dream’s ear, “This is bullshit, where’s Schlatt gone?”

Dream shook his head and shrugged quickly, “Fuck knows.”

“Let’s go, Sapnap,” A man they recognised as Fletcher spoke, sitting down in front of the young man as his buddies filed around the table to take their seats. Sapnap didn’t talk, he only glanced back at Dream who tilted his head, holding his forefinger up to indicate this would be their last round.  

Once Sapnap had collected his two starting cards, the game began. Dream watched as each of the men were eliminated through folds and how they apologised to Fletcher for letting him down. The man brushed them off, telling them to “watch how it’s done”. Dream, Sapnap and George stifled a laugh as they watched the second last man fold. Behind them, Y/n grew impatient and began mumbling to herself about how ridiculous it was.

“Excuse me? Can’t you see we’re in the middle of a round? Get the fuck outta here.” Fletcher said, his voice harsh as Y/n’s eyebrows flew to her hairline. Dream went to interject before the man spoke again. 

“A scotch on the rocks.” He then said. 

“I’m not a waitress.” Y/n’s voice was monotone while the man waved her away. Y/n scoffed before she moved towards him. Dream’s hand flew out to catch her wrist, and Y/n rolled her eyes. As angry as Dream was, he wasn’t going to start something with Schlatt’s men before the meeting actually started. Sapnap didn’t pay any attention to the conversations around him, focusing only on winning.

Fletcher chuckled, holding his cards close to his chest, “you dumb kid”. Sapnap’s facial expression went from serious to amused, watching as the dealer placed down the final community card. Sapnap’s eyes flickered to Fletcher’s grey ones as he slammed his cards down on the table. Sapnap then reached to gather his winnings in chips, earning pats on the back from George and a gentle laugh and fist-bump from Dream. 

Fletcher sat in disbelief; he was sure he would win this one. Sapnap stood up and embraced George in a hug before moving to Dream as Fletcher circled around the table. 

“You cheating bastard!” Sapnap held his hands up in defence, clueless as to why this man was coming at him. 

“No cheating here, Fletch, just plain luck,” He grinned, clearly not fearful of him. 

“Dude just take the loss and move on, it’s not that deep,” Y/n said, catching the attention of Fletcher again. 

“Not now, you whore. The men are talking,” Fletcher glowered, looking intimidatingly down at the girl. 

Y/n, however, wasn’t fazed by his words, “Look, it’s not his fault that you lost. I guess you just suck at Poker.” Fletcher’s face went bright red, and Y/n swore she saw steam coming out of his ears. Her eyes widened as she took a step back slowly. George pushed her behind him despite her protests of being able to handle herself. 

“Come on Fletch, there’s no need to go after an innocent woman,” Dream asserted, placing his hand on the man’s shoulder. He soon realised that his actions were a mistake as Fletcher spun around and threw his fist towards Dream’s nose. Dream’s mask had cracked slightly on impact, his green eyes widening in panic as he stumbled back slightly. 

Sapnap scanned the other men around them and calculated their next moves before he ducked a punch from a redhead. George’s hands gripped under Dream’s armpits as he pulled him up, dodging fists from the older men. Dream’s eyes were watering from the unexpected hit to the nose, and he could barely see.  

But what he did see was Y/n raising the metal drinks tray she found on the poker table next to them and slamming it down on the back of Fletcher’s bald head. Her eyes were wide as she stood behind his figure that was now on the floor, groaning. Her eyes met his and Dream felt his breath catch in his throat, but he couldn’t acknowledge it at the present time because there were five other guys to deal with. 

Dream regained his posture and cocked his head to the right, stretching his neck before standing off to the others. The men stood with their fists raised in front of their faces and their feet apart, ready to engage. George, Sapnap and Dream were just as confused as Y/n was, who was making sure Fletcher stayed down. 

“I really fucking hate you guys. Let’s get a move on with the meeting, shall we?” Y/n said lazily, she just wanted to get home. 

—

Dream sat in a large black chair, the lower half of his face covered in blood, the top half covered by his stained, cracked mask. Y/n had her legs crossed, with a stern expression, glaring at Schlatt as he rounded the table to sit at his obnoxiously large desk. 

Schlatt had demanded it only be Dream and Y/n in the office with him, making George and Sapnap wait outside. The two boys had angrily complained about it, but Dream assured them it would be fine, leaving them to sulk next to the heavy wooden door that led to Schlatt’s office. 

“You two make a good pair, eh?” Schlatt smirked, bringing his hands to interlock in front of him on the desk. Dream glanced at Y/n, who gave him a bored look. 

He then turned back to the front, “Why are we here, Schlatt?” 

“Oh, not very friendly,” He laughed, earning no responses from anyone in the room except for his assistant, Quackity, who stood in the corner. “That’s Quackity by the way.” 

Dream shrugged, uninterested with the introduction of his assistant and remained still until Schlatt continued.

“Now, tell me where the money is, Dream.” There it was—the literal million-dollar question.

The masked blonde didn’t react. Y/n cast her eyes towards him, seeing nothing but the white mask that covered his face. The smile on the front was a harsh contrast to the anger Dream felt. And when Schlatt huffed and wiggled his fingers at Quackity, then Dream perked up. 

Suddenly, Y/n wrists were being grabbed by Quackity, who had crossed the room in seconds. Dream immediately stood, only to be pushed back by Schlatt who had moved in front of him. 

Y/n opened her mouth object when Quackity whacked his free hand over her mouth. She let out a whimper at the smack, tears welling in her eyes in shock. Nonetheless, she continued to struggle against his harsh grip on her wrists. Y/n’s breathing became heavier, her thoughts clouded with fear of the unknown; what would Schlatt want with her?  

Quackity dragged the girl from the large chair towards the other side of the room, where another door lay, but he didn’t take her in yet. Dream’s gaze was locked on Y/n, everything else slipping away as he watched her thrash against her captor. 

“Let’s call it leverage?” Schlatt’s haunting voice echoed through the room, and he had an evil gleam in his eye. “You tell me where you hid the money, and I’ll let her go.” 

Dream’s head was on a swivel when he turned back to face Schlatt. Panic blossomed in his stomach; if he gave up the money, they’d all be dead. And as hard of a decision as it was, Dream knew what to do—he had his full faith in Y/n. He remembered what she had told him when they first started working together and drew in a breath. He nodded at Y/n once, receiving a pleading look in reply, and sighed.  

“Give ‘em hell, baby.” 

—

“Are you out of your fuckin’ mind?” Sapnap spat as the three men got back into the SUV outside of the casino. George shook his head in the backseat, scoffing as Dream ignored their questions. 

Meanwhile, Dream drove in complete fury. He knew what he did was wrong and stupid, but Y/n once demanded he let her go if she was ever held for ransom. It was an odd request at the time. And this was an irrational move that could get her killed, but he had no choice—it was her or the whole operation, and Dream was loyal. 

“Hello? You fuckin’—” 

“Sapnap.” 

The youngest froze at Dream’s tone and sunk into his seat, choosing to look out of the window than at him. He flexed his hand against the steering wheel, refusing to meet their gazes.

“Y/n asked me before any of this started, that if she were to ever be held hostage, for ransom, whatever, to trust her and let them take her. I don’t know why I never asked her why, but we have to trust her, and you have to trust me for making this decision.”  

“Call Techno and tell him that Schlatt’s taken one of us for ransom.” Dream said to no one in particular. Sapnap scrambled to get his phone from his pocket and dial their boss’ number, but not before turning and facing Dream from the passenger’s seat. 

“I—we trust you, Dream. And we’ll be with you till the end, okay?” Sapnap mumbled, gesturing to George in the backseat.  

“She’ll be fine.” Dream had a hard time believing George, “We know Y/n, she’s a strong girl—a whole lot stronger than us—she’ll get through it.” 

The piercing sound of metal against metal made Y/n cringe, distracting her from the burning of the new rope bound around her wrists. Quackity’s heavy breathing almost made her laugh, they hadn’t even walked for that long.

He didn’t say anything to Y/n when he guided her inside a cell. She furrowed her eyebrows as she looked around the dirty space, scrunching her nose in disgust as she noticed the damp walls and the stray cockroach that scurried across the floor. 

“I’m sorry about the state of this, we don’t have visitors often,” Quackity said, exhaling a scoff he let go of her arms. Y/n’s face dropped when she felt the rope loosen and fall off her wrists. She remained still as Quackity rummaged around behind her. 

The screech of the cell door closing startled Y/n—she thought she’d have more time to fight back. She heard Quackity shuffle away from the cell, and shortly after, the sound of dress shoes tapping on the concrete floor caught her attention. 

Y/n slowly turned around when someone cleared their throat behind her. She rolled her eyes as she came face to face with Schlatt. He stood with his hands behind his back in his usual arrogant suit and his deep red tie.

“Do you know why my tie is this red?” He asked, his head tilted to the side with a patronising smirk. It was an odd question, but Y/n could already guess the answer, she just didn’t want to hear it when she was this vulnerable. 

Schlatt leaned down and closer to the cell, his face fitting perfectly between the bars as his eyes glared into Y/n’s.  

“It’s so you can’t see the bloodstains.” He winked before sanding to his full height, his mood shifting entirely, “Anyways, I’m gonna keep this short. Get comfortable, Princess, you’ll be here awhile knowing Dream and his goons.” 

With a clap of his hands and a small chuckle, Schlatt left, his shoes clacking down the hallway and into the elevator at the end of the hallway. The machine dinged and then it was gone, leaving Y/n in a deafening silence. 

She sank to her knees, crestfallen, onto the concrete beneath her, still in her tight dress. As strong-minded as Y/n was, she couldn’t bring herself to give a witty remark. She was absolutely defeated. She knew Dream would get her out, eventually, but at what cost? Would Dream let everything the Dream Team has worked for in the past 3 years go to waste? For her? 

She didn’t let herself cry as she picked herself up, and hesitantly sat on the cot in the corner of the cell. Her dress was uncomfortable, and the feeling of satin against her skin irritated her immensely. 

Y/n had no idea how far underground she was; she sat in complete darkness and utter silence, nothing but the ringing of her ears and her screaming thoughts to keep her company. 

—

Dream paced the small space, tearing at his hair roots with his fists, his face red with panic and anger. He was so in his head; he couldn’t hear his two friends calling his name from 3 feet away. The thought of Y/n alone with Schlatt made him so infuriated he could punch a hole through the brick wall next to him. The ringing in his ears was deafening, and the stinging of his nails digging into his palms was numbing. 

Sapnap threw George a concerned glance, his brown eyes pleading George to do something to stop Dream from falling further into an endless loop of guilt and despair. 

“Dream!” The sound of George calling him in that tone caused him to pause his pacing. He turned to look at his English friend with wide eyes, his eyebrows raised in surprise. 

“You need to stop! Y/n wouldn’t want you having an existential crisis over her, she’d want you to hurry up and figure out a plan to get her back.”

Dream stood frozen for a moment; what would Y/n want? It was like a switch flipped inside Dream when he stood up straight, sending him into autopilot. All emotion wiped was from his face, leaving his eyes vacant and face blank. And as much as George hated to admit it, this cold version of his best friend knew what to do and how to do it efficiently. The sudden change shocked Sapnap slightly, leaving him frightened as he grabbed onto George’s sleeve. 

“Ok boys, let’s get to work.”

Emotion is a weakness, and they sure did not need that right now. 

Y/n had been suffering in the same tight dress and uncomfortable heels for a week; Schlatt’s lack of humanity and human decency (as well as kidnapping her in the first place), had put him in Y/n’s bad books.  

The only human interaction she had was Quackity bringing her meals twice a day and the small conversations they would have as she ate. He didn’t talk about his work much, only hinting at his eventual betrayal and escape from Schlatt. Although, he continually spoke of his family to her, telling Y/n that he was there against his will and was threatened with death if he left. She felt sympathy for the boy, he was so young. 

When Alex, as she now calls him, left her, Y/n was back with her mind. She had remained seemingly sane despite being in solitary confinement but was going insane without Dream. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his emerald ones gleaming at her through the darkness, their vibrance giving her shivers. 

She missed his touch: his cold hands in her’s, their knees brushing slightly when sitting on the motel bed, his hand on her thigh in the car, despite complaints from the boys. She cared deeply for him, and she knew he did too, but they were both too scared of rejection to get together. Sapnap always teased them for being ‘pussies’, and George would roll his eyes whenever they would flush at their closeness—god, she missed them too.

Biting her lip, Y/n tried her best to prevent tears from falling down her cheeks. But she hadn’t let them fall since being held ransom, fearing she would be seen as weak by Schlatt, and even Alex. The burning at the back of her throat was fiery as she let them out. She struggled to breathe, clawing at her throat when she felt her lungs tighten. Y/n tried to sit upright to calm herself down, but her pained cries filled the cold, concrete basement and rattled the cell bars. She sobbed for hours, only falling asleep when the last ones dried. 

—

As Dream put the car in park, he turned to face George in the passenger’s seat.

“You ready?” He asked. George exhaled and nodded, “Let’s get her back.” 

Dream smirked. His attitude had flipped entirely from last week, leaving him cocky and ready to fight the world. However, George saw through his best friend’s act. He heard Dream’s choked and ragged cries in the bathroom at 4 am, and noticed his red, puffy eyes at 7 am when they woke up. He saw the way his hands shook every time he drove, and he caught onto Dream’s routine of not eating until Sapnap would force him away from the table with the plans spread across it. 

George was concerned for his best friend, and Dream was oblivious. But despite everything, George knew he was determined to get Y/n back, above all else. Her life came before his own, and that scared George to his core, how far would Dream go to save Y/n?

“Ok, Geor—” The piercing screams of fire alarms made Dream jump as they echoed down the street. The two boys shared a surprised look before they hopped out of the SUV. They jogged down the road towards the Palm Casino with black duffle bags on their shoulders.  

Flames rose as high as the sky and embers rained on Dream and George as they ran through the smoke to the entrance. Employees darted out of the main doors, crashing into the boys as they continued to the central control room of the casino. George heaved the heavy door open before closing it firmly behind them. They dropped the bags and began drinking in the clean air as they set their eyes on Sapnap who sat behind a desk with his feet up on the table. 

“Well, boys, how did I do?” He said, arms out as he cocked his eyebrow up. George laughed in disbelief, “I can’t believe that worked.”  

Sapnap shook his head quickly, “You had no faith in me, did you?” He threw his hand on his chest and stood up from his spot. 

“Sap, you did great!” Dream exclaimed, walking over to slap the boy on the back. Sapnap’s pained expression turned into a smile as he watched George do the same. 

“Ok then, where’s the security office?”

—

“I can’t fit my fat ass through there, Sapnap.” Dream’s jaw dropped as he measured the gap with his hands, “There’s just no way!” 

George rolled his eyes and pushed Dream towards the duct, “Just go! Do you want Y/n back or not?” Dream’s face scrunched up, much like a child when having a tantrum, and whined. 

“Why don’t you just go? I simply just cannot fit! Here, you wanna see?” George and Sapnap nodded, amused looks on their faces as they watched him dive headfirst into the air duct. 

His body slipped in in such an elegant way that it made them burst out laughing. Dream, who couldn’t see his friends, exhaled deeply before he began crawling along. His movements heightened their laughter, seeing him wiggle through, but it only made Dream more determined to pursue the journey. 

“Oh yeah, you have such a fat ass, Dream! Throw it back for me, baddie!” Sapnap yelled after him, his giggles interrupting the sentence a few times. 

George and Sapnap’s antics were long gone, and all Dream could hear was the squeaking of an elevator and the creaking of the metal beneath him. He had memorised the layout of the ducts in his head and decided that this was the spot to drop down into.  

The first basement looked usual,  with a boiler in the corner and some filing cabinets lining the walls. Dream dropped from the ceiling with no sound, moving silently towards the elevator in the opposing corner of the large room. The sound of shoes slapping the hard ground paused Dream’s movements before he moved quickly behind a cabinet. 

“—He said not to go down there, Tubbo. What do you think he’s hiding?” 

Dream furrowed his eyebrows, were those kids? He adjusted his mark slightly before he peeked around the corner of the filing cabinet. Sure enough, Dream saw two teenage boys, one significantly taller than the other. But nonetheless, they were definitely very young. Why did Schlatt hire two British kids to guard his secret underground prison? Dream shook his head, glancing down at the floor as he crept out of his hiding spot. 

“Oi!” He heard. Dream looked up, seeing the taller boy stalk towards him. The blonde boy stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening as he looked back at the other boy. 

“Tubbo, do you know who this is?” The blonde asked in disbelief. The shorter one nodded, his expression lifting at the sight of Dream. Their jaws dropped as Dream exhaled deeply. 

“Dream? As in the Dream Team? As in Techno Industries?” Dream rolled his eyes behind his mask. He didn’t respond as the two boys inched closer to him. 

“Listen, I’ll give you a few bucks if you don’t mention this to Schlatt, got it?” Dream growled, shoving his hand in his pocket and pulling out a few hundred-dollar bills. The boys’ eyes shone, the shorter one reaching forward to accept the bribe before the blonde pushed him back. 

“That’s all? I was expecting at least a grand each from THE Dream.” He smirked. Dream remained expressionless and went to decline before the blonde continued. “It’s a grand each or I tell Schlatt you were snooping around his casino.” 

Dream shook his head and pulled another $600 from his pocket and shoved it into their hands, “Now shut the fuck up, or I’ll do it myself.” 

The taller one went to reply, but the other one pulled on his sleeve and shook his head. He rolled his eyes and mumbled a string of curse words before turning and stomping away. The other boy muttered a quick ‘thank you’ with a small smile on his face and hurried off in the direction of the staircase that went up to the casino’s main floor. Dream guessed that the fire had been taken care of by the way they fled carelessly up the stairs. 

Dream sighed and trod over to the elevator. He pressed the arrow to go down and groaned when the scanner next to it blinked red. 

He scrunched up his face when he glanced back towards the air duct. The only other option was to try and get down the air duct and into the rafters in the basement below. 

Dream had the urge to throw a temper tantrum at Sapnap’s shitty planning. He pulled himself back up into the duct and crawled towards the wall where the elevator was. Reaching a sharp drop, Dream looked over the edge, his eyes widening at the height. He grunted as he positioned himself above the fall; all he had to do was slide down. 

He could hardly see the bottom, but he knew if he slid down as planned, he would go straight through. So, instead, Dream slowly moved his arms and legs into the small space and gradually let himself down, inching closer to the bottom with every move.  

Sweat dripped down his temple, and his muscles ached as he went, his palms becoming slippery against the smooth and thin metal. He held his breath as he reached the bottom, scared any sound he made would attract unwanted attention from whoever could be in the vicinity.  

He let out a quiet, steady breath, and he returned to his hands and knees in the horizontal air duct. His original plan was irrelevant, so he didn’t know the map of the air ducts in the second basement, leaving him guessing. 

Once he thought the spot was right, he harshly pushed on a panel of the duct below him, hearing it clatter on the concrete as it hit the ground. He cringed at the sound and slowly lowered himself onto the beams that were directly below him. How convenient. 

The sharp sound of the panel dropping had caught the attention of several guards. On this level, there were actual security guards with weapons and not lippy teenagers. Dream made eye contact with one of them, scolding himself when the man scrambled for his walkie talkie as he spotted Dream on the beams above. 

Dream rolled his eyes and dropped from the ceiling, crouching as he landed before standing up. He brought his pointer finger to his lips before bringing his fist to his neck and dragging his thumb across the skin. The action itself made the security guard’s eyes widen and freeze his movements. Dream’s sadistic smile and seemingly wild nature made the guard move backwards into the wall as he passed. 

He went around another corner and was met with an entirely different area he wasn’t expecting. But, Dream was sure he was going to succeed in finding Y/n and escaping as soon as possible. And of course, the echo of a sinister whistle made him freeze. Fuck.

“Dream! Hey, buddy, how’s it going?” As Schlatt rounded the corner, a smirk spread across his smug face, Dream squeezed his eyes shut. 

“A little friend of mine told me you were here! Just thought I’d come and say hi,” He chuckled as Dream cracked his knuckles. Damn kids.

“Schlatt, where’s Y/n?” Dream demanded, cracking his neck when he jerked his head to the side. 

“Now, that’s not a nice way to greet a friend, is it, Dream?” 

Dream’s eyes widened behind his mask. He stood stunned, no words coming from his mouth. 

“Dream, she’s not yours. She never has been. So why do you think you have to save her?” Dream’s expression remained the same as Schlatt continued, “You’re too pussy to even ask her out, let alone be her boyfriend.” It was a ridiculous argument, Schlatt knew that, but he was positive he was going to get a rise out of Dream this way. 

He sneered at Dream’s silence, the deep rumble of his cackle rattling Dream’s bones. Suddenly, a scream added to the ominous atmosphere that Schlatt had created, and Dream jumped into action, launching himself at the older man. 

“Where is she?” His voice became raspy as he threw a punch at Schlatt’s temple. Schlatt growled at the attempt and hurled his arm back at Dream. He dodged it, barely, but stepped back and rushed towards the cell Y/n was in. 

“Y/n?” He shouted, ducking and searching for the girl through the bars of the numerous cells that lined the basement. 

“Here.” 

The sound of her broken voice snapped Dream into action. Sprinting down the hallway, he was met with Y/n’s grubby and exhausted body. His heart broke at the sight of her, and he gripped the bars, pulling and pushing them in an attempt to break them. 

Dream was so caught up in getting Y/n out, he didn’t notice Schlatt coming from his left. 

The impact of a fist colliding with his temple sent Dream stumbling to the right, his mask cracking slightly in the corner at the force. He grunted in pain before spinning to meet Schlatt again, who had his arm raised in its previous position. Dream tried to shake his head from his dazed state, the unexpected hit stunning his consciousness. 

Schlatt aimed once again and swung his fist to hit Dream in the face. But, Dream saw it coming and swivelled to the left to dodge the incoming punch. Schlatt let out a guttural sound, growing frustrated with his miss. The hit to his temple left Dream seeing stars; however, he managed to duck and strike Schlatt in his stomach, earning a deep groan. The older man recovered quickly, picking himself back up to his full height as he mumbled, “bastard.” 

Dream was losing shamefully, lazily avoiding punches and swaying lightly as Schlatt grinned at his anticipated win. 

Whilst Dream stumbled slightly, Schlatt snickered, his fist coming across to hit him again. This time, the punch followed through and cracked his ceramic mask fully, the object dropping to the ground and shattering on impact. Schlatt barked out a laugh as he watched the pieces scatter.  

“And here we have, the real Dream! You know, you’re not what I expected. Definitely uglier.” He cackled, doubling over in laughter as Dream watched. He blinked and was void of any emotion as Schlatt stood back up. 

“What? Can’t take a joke?” Dream clenched his jaw, and he lunged forwards, his hands coming to grip onto Schlatt’s shoulders and bringing his knee up to jab him in his stomach. He groaned out in pain as he doubled over, yet again, but this time not in joy. 

The back of Dream’s belt that held his handgun was screaming at him. So, reaching behind him, Dream revealed his firearm. The weapon had wiped Schlatt’s smug look off of his face, replacing it with one of fear. His expression mocked Dream, although he didn’t catch onto Schlatt’s taunting. 

“Dream, listen, buddy—” 

“Shut the fuck up, Schlatt.”

But, Dream’s face contorted to something of confusion and horror when Schlatt started chuckling. He pulled the side of his suit jacket to the side to reveal a similar Glock, making Dream freeze his once confident motions. 

“You see, I’m always 3 steps ahead of you, Dream,” Schlatt tormented, pulling the gun from its secure place in his jacket.  

“You’re fucked now.” Dream went to lunge at him again, but Schlatt stepped to the side and pushed him down.

Dream’s gun went sliding across the polished concrete and out of his reach. The blonde swore as he saw Schlatt stumbling towards his fallen body. He lifted himself off of the ground, panting heavily as he ducked another punch from the older man. Dream stepped back, balancing his weight on his right foot, and threw his fist out towards Schlatt’s cheek. The punch landed, and Schlatt staggered backwards slightly, blood dripping from his lips as he grinned. 

“I see how it’s gonna be,” He lifted his arm and aimed the gun towards Y/n, who stood in the cell behind him. Dream leaned to the side to catch Y/n’s pained gaze. 

“Please,” Dream’s strained voice was barely audible through Schlatt’s booming psychotic laughter. Clenching his fists, Dream glared at him, “Don’t do this, Schlatt.” 

“Oh, Dream, I could do this all day!—” A flat crack bounced off the concrete room and was soon followed by a heavy thud. Dream swallowed in shock as he watched deep red blood spill across the floor, oozing out of the fresh wound. He was frozen in his spot as he watched the body twitch and then loll, unmoving. 

“Dream?” Dream’s eyes flickered from Schlatt’s body to Y/n, who stood with his gun loosely in her hand. 

“Y/n?” His voice was weak as he struggled to stand. The clatter of the gun dropping on the hard surface didn’t come close to silence the thoughts running through his head.  

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m okay, I’m here. Dream?” Y/n cried, wrapping her arms around Dream’s stiff body. His hand came up to feel the wetness on his cheeks, and he pulled it away, seeing red smeared on his fingers. 

“He’s gone?” He whispered, earning a nod from Y/n, “It’s okay.”

“No, I know. It just shocked me, that’s all. I thought he killed you.” 

Y/n sighed, tightening her grip on him, pressing her face into his shoulder, “I’m right here, see. I’m not hurt, I’m fine, with you.”  

Dream turned his head towards her, an unsure expression on his face as he threw his arms around her. 

“Fuck, I thought—” 

“Dream. Deep breaths.” He nodded, following Y/n’s motions in breathing evenly. 

“Jesus, usually you’re the one helping me calm down from something like this,” Y/n giggled, her hand coming to run her fingers through his hair, not minding the dampness of drying blood. A smile broke out on Dream’s face before he noticed Y/n’s eyes widen and her head fly to the side to search for something. 

“What’s wrong?” Dream asked, seeing Y/n’s eyebrows crease, “Your mask.” She whispered, spotting the shattered ceramic feet away from where they sat. 

Dream breathed out a laugh, bringing her face back towards his, “My mask is the least of my worries right now.” 

“I’ll buy you a new one tomorrow.” 

“Of course, you will.” 

“Y/n!” Sapnap yelled, running towards the girl as she pushed open the security office door. Y/n locked her arms around Sapnap’s shoulders as they embraced, the pair giggling in disbelief. 

“How have you guys not been kicked out yet? The fire’s out.” Dream said, closing the door behind them. George shrugged, “Paid ‘em off.” Dream snorted in response.

When Y/n pulled away from Spanap, she hugged George, who was eagerly waiting behind them. 

“Don’t do that ever again. You left me with two dumbasses for so long,” George mumbled. Y/n felt tears fill her eyes as she squeezed George tighter, “I missed you guys so much.”

And after a teary reunion, the group sat around the desk in the middle of the room. 

“Where’s the big man himself?” Sapnap nervously laughed, dread ate at his conscience at the thought of Schlatt coming after them again. 

“Schlatt’s dead.” The news had George raising his eyebrows and pushing his head forward, “Huh? Sorry? What?” 

“He’s dead, Y/n killed him.” Dream stated, earning a small smile from Sapnap that Y/n laughed at. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. Sapnap’s reaction made me giggle.” 

The group shared a collective rumble of laughter before Dream suggested they went back to the motel. 

“Hey,” Dream whispered at Y/n when she passed him, gently grasping her elbow. “You guys go ahead, I just need to speak with Y/n,” He continued, waving the boys in the direction of the car. George and Sapnap shared a knowing look and tried their best to conceal their cheeky smiles. 

“What’s up with them?” Y/n asked, throwing her thumb over her shoulder at the boys. Dream shook his head slightly, “No clue.” 

“Anyway, I just wanted to ask how you are. You know, after everything.”

Y/n nodded, “I’m okay, I think. I don’t think anything’s really hit me yet.” Dream sighed in response. 

Y/n sucked her lips between her teeth, throwing her arms around Dream’s neck in a hug. He smiled softly, wrapping his arms around her waist. 

“Thank you,” She whispered in his ear, her voice cracking with emotion. Dream’s heart clenched at the sound and tightened his grip around her. 

“You don’t have to thank me, baby. I’d go to the ends of the earth for you, you know that,” He murmured, hiding his reddening face in her neck. He flushed, even more, when he felt her lips against his neck, “I love you, so much, Dream.” 

Dream’s heart skipped a beat before he pulled his head from her neck. His green eyes looked into hers, the closeness of them making Y/n inhale sharply. 

“And I love you. Don’t forget that, okay?” He replied, his voice low. Y/n nodded shortly, inching her lips up to his. 

“Kiss me.” She muttered, nudging his nose with hers. Dream laughed breathy before leaning down and brushing his lips against hers. 

Their bodies had become flushed against one another, her hips against his as they shared a heated kiss. Dream pulled away first, his cheeks pink and his lips plump. Y/n whined silently, bouncing in her heels at the loss of his lips. 

Dream smiled widely at her, “I guess I want you more than I thought I did.” Y/n gasped, taking her hand from his neck to slap his chest, giggling like a schoolgirl at his teasing. 

“Shut up, you’ve wanted me since you met me,” She said to which Dream nodded. 

“You got that right, baby.” 

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【Gift】

pairing: Taeyeon/Reader rating: T scenario: You decide to surprise Taeyeon on Christmas Eve disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. they do not represent any real events or individuals.

God this was stupid. What a terrible, terrible idea.

Those were the words you kept repeating to yourself as you prepared for what you planned to do.

In reality you knew that it was just the nerves getting to you. When it came to Taeyeon the two of you rarely did surprises. Everything was planned out and plotted ahead of time, in part because it had to be given her line of work.  

The less surprises the better was often the motto.

But today was different. It was Christmas, or rather Christmas Eve. If ever there was a time to step out of the usual framework of your relationship then today seemed as good a day as any. Or at least it had seemed so when you first decided to go down this route. Now you weren’t so sure.

Like most popular idols she had to work during the holidays. Which in turn meant that the two of you spent little time together. That was when you decided on this surprise.

Taeyeon was set to perform at a company dinner for employees and investors. One of many in fact, but there wasn't a person alive that would miss it given the oppurtunity. As far as she knew you would be at your mother's house spending Christmas Eve with family then tomorrow the two of you would meet up to spend Christmas Day together.

That was where the surprise came in.

It was moments like these that you were happy the two of you had come out to her some of her closest friends as they had been more than happy to help you set it up. Yeri in particular had been eager to offer her assistance. You knew she did it because she wanted to see her happy, but part of you wondered if she was so eager because she  wanted to see Taeyeon surprised and blushing. Mostly likely it was a bit of both; she was like her younger sister after all.

You waited by the back exit, shivering slightly in the Seoul winter. When the door finally opened up you froze for a second only to find relief when Yeri's head poked out.

"Come on! Hurry up!" she beckoned you in.

You quickly climbed the steps and entered the building, giving a slight shake in an attempt to warm up. "I can't thank you enough for this."

The youngest member of Red Velvet gave you a goofy smile in return, brushing off your appreciation as she led you through the halls. "Don't worry about it. I think it'll be hilarious."

Her words gave you the feeling that if placed on an alighnment scale Yeri really would be a chaotic neutral.

"In here" she stopped at a dressing room. "She's finishing up her performance so she should be here soon." Yeri opened the door, peaking in the room to make sure the coast was clear before letting you in. "And try not to be too loud, ok?"

"Yeri, it's not like that!"

But it was too late. The maknae had already closed the door, muffling her fit of laughter as she left the scene of the crime. It left you wondering just how much she actually knew. Or how much Taeyeon had told her. But that was a concern for another night. She said Taeyeon would be done soon which meant you only had a little bit to get ready.

The warmth of the indoors was a welcome change as you took off your jacket, setting it on the chair. As time passed you started to relieze that you didn't have much planned aside from this. While freezing out in the cold your mind had been racing with ways things could go badly that you didn't spend much time thinking about what you'd do if you succeeded. You could have at least stopped and picked up some last minute chocolates or maybe a stuffed animal as a gift.

"Y/N?"

An all too familiar voice cut through your runaway thoughts. You turned to see Taeyeon in the doorway. As always she was a vision of beauty in your eyes. She was still wearing her stage outfit, a simple holiday dress causing a few shameless thoughts to through your head. Taeyeon quickly turned to close the door behind her, before looking back at you with a confused but adorable expression. "What are you doing here?"

“Surprise?” you answered, not quite as convincing as you had imagined in your head.

 Taeyeon blinked, bewildered, but soon her expression gave way to a wide smile. She mad her way towards you, arms outstretched and soon they wrapped around your neck. Her smile shifted, turning into a slight grin. For as cute as she could be, Taeyeon was a mature woman. Something you were occasionally reminded of when she wanted to lay it on you. “Am I getting my Christmas gift early is that what this is?”

“That’s one way to look at it. I didn’t want to wait until tomorrow to see you” you explained.

“In that case...”

The Girls’ Generation leader trailed off as she leaned forward, her lips finding your collarbone. The contact of her lips against your bare skin was enough to send a shiver down your spine. One that was different from the kind the cold had brought. This one was pleasant and caused desire to pool in your stomach. Your head naturally craned to the side, offering more real estate for Taeyeon’s lips to explore.

“What are you doing...?” you finally managed to question, swallowing down the moan that threatened to come out. 

“What does it seem like?” Taeyeon responded, lips brushing against  your skin as she spoke. “I’m unwrapping my gift.”

As her hands slipped from your shoulders you began to realize you weren’t going to be leaving the dressing room anytime soon.

#taeyeon x reader #taeyeon imagines #snsd scenarios #snsd imagines #girl group scenarios #girl group smut #in honor of her new release #tho this is v old

[capaimagines]

choi jongho - flower toss

Pairing: Choi Jongho x Reader | Genre: fluff | Warnings: none | WC: 860 words   

Request: a jongho x reader wedding scenario? tyty! 💘💕

“Alright!” The DJ shouted out, “All the ladies please make your way to the dance floor!” You huffed in a little annoyance as you shuffled your way out to the wooden floor along with a few others. You were attending your friend’s wedding and thankfully it had been a beautiful day so far. The day and ceremony was full of love, friends and family and quite surprisingly, you had been enjoying yourself with your friends at your table and your boyfriend, Jongho.

You two were high school sweethearts and no one in your friend group could understand why he hadn’t popped the question yet. While you would have no issues with him doing just that, you weren’t going to push him. You were fine taking it as slow as he wanted. Though you had to admit, almost a decade together and you were becoming doubtful that marriage was something Jongho saw in his future at all.

You loved him with your whole being though so, if he didn’t want to get married, you were fine with that. You didn’t need a fancy ring or a white dress to know that he loved you. He quite frankly showed you every day, though, It would be nice. Your friend winked at you as she took the spot next to you, “I will hurdle over all of you for that bouquet!” She shouted and the other girls on the floor with you laughed at her. She and her boyfriend had also been dating for quite some time but you already knew he was planning on asking her to marry him soon, considering you had helped him to pick out the ring.  

“On the count of three!” The DJ shouted into the mic and you readied yourself. The lore was that whoever caught the bouquet would be the next to get married. While you didn’t believe in those kinds of things, you just thought it was a fun tradition. Plus, you got nice, new flowers!

“One!”

“Two!” You licked your bottom lip, hands reached out and ready to catch it. You chuckled as your friend beside you took a fighting stance, ready to sprint wherever the flowers went.

“Three!”

The bride pretended to toss the flower, but she didn’t actually throw them. Instead, she turned around with a bright smile, walking straight towards you. You were very confused. This was not how the tradition went. Before you could fully register what was going on, she handed them to you with a wink and right before you could ask her what she was doing by running your favorite part of the reception party, she stood next to you as she  turned you around.

Your mouth instantly fell open in shock and you dropped the bouquet of flowers that were in your hand on the floor. The other women had cleared a path on the floor and Jongho was on one knee in front of you, holding out a small, velvet red box with a silver ring inside. It had a tiny diamond right in the middle of it. You felt your eyes burn with tears and you covered your mouth in shock and nervousness.

He smiled up at you, “Y/N, you’re my world, my everything, my partner in crime and my better half. Would you do the honor on this day of love and be my wife?” You had tears streaming down your face and there was no way you were going to get words out of your mouth. You looked towards your smiling friends briefly before you nodded your head frantically and everyone around you cheered.

He stood up, slipping the ring on to your finger and kissing you. Your friend came up to you, wrapping you in a big hug, “Surprise! I didn’t think he was going to actually do it when he asked if it was alright that he proposed to you here,” She teased and Jongho playfully scoffed. You were still in shock at the situation at hand and could only nod your head in agreement. She laughed at you, congratulating you two before running off to her new husband for their first dance as a married couple.

Once everyone started to join them on the floor, Jongho wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you out with him. The shock had died down and you kept glancing at the small stone on your fourth finger every few minutes. He noticed and chuckled at you, “You’re beautiful. You know that?” He whispered in your ear.

You looked up at him with a smile, playfully swatting his chest, “I think a proposal was enough to fluster me for one night,” You teased back. 

He pecked your lips and gave you a loving smile, “Just for tonight, I suppose. But now I get to have months of wedding planning to tease you about.”

You only rolled your eyes playfully, resting your head on his chest while you two slowly spun around on the dance floor. Months of wedding planning actually didn’t sound all that fun.

But with Jongho by your side to do it, you wouldn’t regret a second of it.

#ateez #ateez au #ateez imagine #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez oneshots #ateez oneshot #ateez fluff #choi jongho #jongho #ateez jongho #jongho x reader #jongho scenarios #jongho imagines #jongho oneshot #jongho fluff #kpop #imagine #imagines #kpop au #masterlist

[wronqness99]

It’s You!

This scenario was requested by @usernameloaa​​ I hope you like it! 

> About my writing

Genre: Angst, fluff

Warnings: —

Word Count: 1251

Characters: Eunhyuk (Super Junior)/Lee Hyukjae x Fem!Reader

*The image doesn’t belong to me, credits to the owner.*

"I'm going to get some coffee, anyone wanna come?" Kyuhyun questioned retrieving his wallet from his bag when they decided to take a break from practice.

"Yep, I'm going with you," Eunhyuk spoke, jumping up from his sitting position on the ground to get his wallet as well.

The two members walked out of their practice room making their way towards the cafeteria, bumping into their hoobae group Red Velvet on the way.

"Hi Yerim-ah, how are you?" Hyukjae questioned, completely ignoring his own girlfriend's existence. The girl scowled and bowed to Kyuhyun silently before storming off. Yeri called after her bandmate but to no avail, the girl had been hurt by her boyfriend's actions and was getting tired from dealing with such immaturity coming from someone whom she loved and was older than her.

"I'm so sorry, it's been a hard day for us today... We have also been trying on the outfits for the SM Town stage." Yeri giggled nervously. "If you'll excuse me." The younger bowed before hopping her way back to the fitting room.

Kyuhyun looked back at the girl before returning his gaze to his hyung.

"What the hell just happened?" Eunhyuk sighed and turned walking to the SM coffee machine, ignoring Kyuhyun, who followed right behind him.

"We've been arguing." He muttered after a while feeling too bothered and uncomfortable with the situation. The man inserted a coin into the machine and pressed the button for his desired beverage.

"And why is that?" The younger questioned.

"Well, you would understand if you saw the outfits they want them to wear for their stage." The older one stated with an annoyed expression plastered on his face. Kyuhyun chuckled half incredulous.

"You are annoyed because of that? We've been in the industry longer than any other active band in the agency, it's not like you're not aware the artists don't get much of a say when it comes to wardrobe picking."

"Whatever, Y/N has a boyfriend she could at least try to oppose." He muttered through gritted teeth.

"And how do you know she hasn't? Have you at their meetings?" Kyuhyun pointed out making his hyung even more annoyed. Eunhyuk huffed, going back to the practice room without waiting for the maknae.

"Are you serious?" Kyuhyun questioned gobsmacked by the reaction. "Is this what Y/N deals with every day? How old are you Lee Hyukjae-ah?" He screamed at his hyung, laughing as the man rounded the corner and walked faster, getting even more annoyed that his bandmate and friend was siding with his significant other.

~~~~~~

That night he arrived at home exhausted from dance practice. The sight of his girlfriend sitting on the couch of their shared apartment watching a series didn't make him halt for a second when he went to place his belongings on the armchair even to greet her. The man walked straight past her and into the kitchen. The man opened the fridge to get some cold water and was surprised by a lunch box full of jajangmyeon with a yellow sticky note reading 'I love you. Please eat and don't be sick.' - Y/N.

He grabbed the plastic container and stared at it for a couple of seconds before hearing sniffles in the hallway and quick steps making their way up the stairs.

"Fuck" He muttered throwing the container back into the fridge and closing it before running up the stairs and into their room.

When he opened the door he was greeted by Y/N's red and swollen eyes, her arms hugging her knees to her chest.

"How long are we gonna be like this?" The girl questioned, tears running down her face. "Why can't you understand my position when we have the exact same job and go through the exact same things? Because a man showing his abs is alright but if a girl shows a little more skin it's a crime and a sin she'll never be forgiven for?"

"The situation here, Y/N, is that you have a boyfriend."

"Well, you have a girlfriend, too. Whom you aren't respecting if I'm honest. Dammit Hyukjae, have I ever given you reasons not to trust me? Have I ever disrespected you in any kind of way? If I have please enlighten me because it honestly went past me." The girl sniffed, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands and looking back at the male.

"No, that's not it at all. I just don't like MY girlfriend showing skin to others." The girl shook her head in defeat as she heard her boyfriend's words.

"You know what? Forget this, Hyukjae." She stated, laying down on the bed and covering herself up as she curled up in a way to try to comfort herself and forget all the mean things she'd heard from her lover's mouth the past couple of days.

Eunhyuk sighed and went to the wardrobe to grab some pj's to change into. Walking to his side of the bed Hyukjae laid down on the bed next to his lover, he couldn't help but feel saddened that they couldn't solve their problem earlier.

Was he being too stubborn?

The man sighed, inching closer to the girl and hugging her from the back, feeling her sleeping self subconsciously curl herself into his body a little more. He chuckled softly before pressing a kiss to the back of her neck and allowing himself to fall into a deep sleep.

The next day when he awoke, Y/N has already left to get ready for her band's stage which would be the first of the night at SM Town. Hyukjae stretched and rubbed his eyes, finding the courage to get up and get himself ready for the day.

After a refreshing shower and eating some pancakes Y/N had left for him on the kitchen counter, the man left for the venue where he met his members for another round of practice before the real thing happened.

Already in the waiting room backstage being one of the first members to have gotten ready, Hyukjae saw as Y/N and the rest of Red Velvet walked to position themselves for their entree. It was unexpected to the man when his girlfriend stopped in front of him and tiptoed, holding his cheeks roughly and attacking his lips in a kiss.

"Oppa, I want you to understand this very well: Others can look or stare all they want because only you get to touch. It's you, only you, can't you see that?" She questioned, looking him dead in the eyes. Hyukjae melted hearing her words and stole another kiss before hugging her tightly in a silent 'good luck' wish.

"I fucking love you so much, Y/N. I can't wait for us to get home tonight." He whispered in her ear so no one could hear them. The girl laughed and bit his bottom lip slightly before placing one last kiss on his cheek before letting go of him.

"I have to go now, wish me good luck!" She said excitedly.

"Good luck baby and I'm sorry." The man said feeling sad about the way he had behaved and what he'd put her through in those few days. Y/N smiled and shook her head, caressing his cheek and waving goodbye to his members, before running to her members as her boyfriend looked at her proudly standing right where she left him.

"She has you whipped," Ryeowook laughed. Hyukjae smiled.

"She really does and I wouldn't have it any other way."

MASTERLIST

#lee hyukjae #super junior #super junior eunhyuk #eunhyuk #lee eunhyuk #super junior scenario #super junior fanfic #eunhyuk scenario #eunhyuk imagine #eunhyuk fanfic #super junior imagine #lee hyukjae scenario #lee hyukjae imagine #lee hyukjae fanfic #super junior eunhyuk fanfic #super junior eunhyuk scenario #eunhyuk x reader #lee hyukjae x reader #super junior angst #eunhyuk angst

[kwangyadetective]

Hi I really love everything you write here, but I have a question since you only focua on few group. Do you have a connection or link which every group or non group in SM involved? I watched Yunho solo recently and the place is similar to NCT Heroes (the yellow room) also Changmin single Chocolate is very interesting since he look like he stole something. I belive TVXQ still have a huge influence on SM and they are olderst group on SM. Also about Super Junior which delayed their album past year and change the tittle track, I think its because of SMCU. Shinee is obvious because they take a shoot on train station, which is very important in SM (train). Maybe if you may give me sight about that?

Heyy, sorry for the late response and thanks so much for reading my theories hehe. I hope you don’t mind that I have a huge bomb long essay for you.

As for your question, unfortunately I can’t give you a definite answer. Mainly because I’m not familiar with the older artists’ lores aside from NCT and aespa (at least I have little knowledge for EXO’s and Red Velvet’s). I rarely see people theorizing about them or perhaps I barely come accross their theories. But I’ll give you some things I know.

SMCU as a whole, should be connected in some way. I mean we literally have Kwangya that is like the mixture of every artists’ worlds. We just don’t know how deep are they connected. For the most part, the artists have their own stories that they primarily focuses on in their MVs. Examples are like NCT making their dreams come true and aespa defeating their next villain and perhaps ae-Karina’s problem that we haven’t seen more of it. When we talk about connection of each artists’ stories, its more about SuperM and perhaps GOT (SM’s rotational girlgroup). They all have their own worlds/homeplanets and possibly can visit each other, SMCU Express gave that idea (possibly using trains), but as of now, I don’t think it affects their own lores at least greatly. Again, each artists have their own thing to deal with. Perhaps there can be more connection revealed if we talk about the creation of the whole SMCU and Kwangya, if SM would ever show it to us… we had the Tree of Life but don’t know if they still use it or not. It almost seems like they are rebranding their overall story when they officially introduced SMCU to us, but really, we don’t know. I blame SM for being vague.

Though I do have a theory that, whatever antagonistic character that are featured in their stories, must come from the same source. Take Black Mamba for example. We also had the (eye of the) Red Force, though we don’t know if they still use it. One thing to take note is that, each artists have their own villainous sides. There are MVs or contents that have so much villain vibes (SuperM trailers, RV Irene&Seulgi’s Monster, or honestly many of Taemin’s MVs which made me suspicious of his role in the overall story). This made a lot of people think that there might be an entity that is interfering or influencing them. You may also want to take note of the animals present in MVs. Snakes, deer (with glowing eyes), odd eyed cat (it has the red eye effect), etc. I’ve always thought they’re ‘agents’ under the evil entity.

I watched the videos you mentioned.

As for U-KNOW’s MV, I think its just to match the Korean traditional interior since the concept of the MV has something to do with traditional crime organizations or mafias (please correct me if I’m wrong). Changmin’s Chocolate does look like he stole something, but I don’t remember him actually taking the object? To be honest I’m not very sure if these scenarios are related to their SMCU role. TVXQ’s character is Speed of Light and Sound… I would need to go over all of their MVs and lyrics to understand what that truly means. Vague ideas I had of their characters are that they could be (time) travelers(?), humanoids (because of their song), or something that perhaps have a higher role than other artists since they are one of older ones. For now, I don’t have a clear idea.

I’m sure there is more to SHINee’s lore but as of now, I only know about Taemin’s and his villain-esque aesthetic. Plus his possible connection to snakes and the black mamba. For some reason too, their SMCU Express train was only shown in the sky and Key having speed power(?).

I don’t know about Super Junior delaying their album and changing their title track. And I’m not sure if SMCU affects their real life activities.

But to conclude, there is possibly a connection of each artists’ lores but SM is too vague to reveal it to us. At this point, they are focused on their own stories. Hopefully this year they will bring up SMCU as a whole again and perhaps make contents that will clear what really happened overall but I’m not expecting too much either. We’ll see.

#falling down the rabbit hole

[hynko]

Music Box

Basically fanfics based on songs that I love

sfw/fluff/funny/dark themes/sensitive topics/angst

WARNINGS ! Some stories contain dark themes. (Mostly horror concepts. But nothing nsfw). Those stories will be labeled 16+.

Some will be in parts. Some will be head canons

reqs open

「 playlist 1 」

➳ Peek-a-boo by red velvet

➳ love4eva by loona/yyxy

➳ something super sweet by rory webley

➳ love scenario by iKON

➳ signal by twice

➳ bellyache by Billie eilish

➳ Gone by ROŚE

➳ favorite crime by olivia rodrigo

➳ lilac by IU

➳ After school by weeekly

➳ Hope not by blackpink

➳ Alcohol-free by twice

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #hq angst #music #fanfic #hq fics #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #anime #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons

[flooffybits]

Masterlist

fluff = 💗 , angst = 🌧️ , platonic = 🤝, rated = 💥

Reaction:

Red Velvet crushing on a rookie idol

Red Velvet pushing their taller girlfriend / being pushed by their shorter girlfriend for teasing

Red Velvet reacting to their usually closed off s/o laughing around them

Red Velvet having an affair with s/o

Red Velvet making up with s/o after their first big fight

Red Velvet reacting to their s/o finding out they dated them for a bet

Red Velvet reacting to the 6th member doing a sexy concept with another female idol

Red Velvet reacting to seeing their ex at an award show

Scenario:

Irene:

Ready 🌧️💗

→Belong 💗

Part of You (ft. Jennie)💗

Hold Me (ft. Jennie) 🌧️💗

Push💗

Seulgi:

Blinded 🌧️

No, No💗

Wendy:

Welcome Back💗

Joy:

Christmas Wish💗

The Number You Have Not Dialed💗

Yeri:

Partner in Crime💗

Say It Back 🌧️

OT5:

Have You 💗🤝

There’s Time💗🤝

Our Cupcake💗🤝

Could Be Better🌧️💗🤝

[peterspideyy]

chapter 7 - partners in crime

series masterlist

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your date with tom (well, it wasn’t really a date. just two friends who love each other more than friends, hanging out while acting like a couple. so, not a date, right?) was going...surprisingly nice. it’s been great spending time with tom, but actually not talking about work was a nice change. different. but, a good different.

laughter and chatter was all you could hear, as the smell of freshly made coffee filled your nostrils. tom took you to a cute and small shop on a random street in new york, which was filled with different collectibles, probably passed down for generations. in the shop, was a cafe, so of course you spent a while there.

“honestly, the amount of coffee i’m drinking this month, is crazy.” you laughed, while tom nodded, agreeing with you.

“well, at least our energy will be good.” tom smiled, but you noticed how for a slight second in his eyes, he zoned out.

“tom,” you spoke softly, bringing him out of his thoughts, “what’s on your mind?”

tom sighed, “do you remember when i told you about, my d-dad?”

you nodded, waiting for him to continue. when tom was younger, his dad worked for the fbi, which is quite ironic. he worked in the same department, that we work in now. he was a special agent, with carson. but, one time, he was undercover, and while his team where listening in over comms, it cut off. they couldn’t hear him. they couldn’t track him. he just...went. they didn’t find anything, to prove he was dead. they found, nothing. tom was heartbroken. even at a young age. so, he followed his dad’s footsteps, and became an agent himself.

“well, today is the day he, you know, went missing.” he gulped, as sorrow swallowed him.

“oh my god, tom. i-i didn’t realise, i’m sorry.”

“no. it’s okay, i never told you to exact date. i wanted to go out though, to try and take my mind off it, you know. but, i just can’t help it you know. when he went missing, we looked for months and found nothing. people say he’s dead, but i just have a feeling that he isn’t.”

you placed your hand on top of his, “tom, if john was here i don’t think he would want you beating yourself up on what you could of done to find him, okay? he would want you to live your life.”

“y/n,” tom whispered, “i have a feeling that he’s in new york.”

your eyes went wide, “that’s just a feeling tom. you don’t know if it’s true.”

“i know, but i feel like i’m being watched all the time, and i can’t help but think, could it be him?”

you were about to responded, but a waiter came over to pour us both more coffee, before walking away after we said thank you.

“tom, listen to me. after the case, if it will help ease your mind, we can look for him. see if he’s in new york. you’ve probably done it before, but maybe i could help? i’m sorry if i’m overstepping-“

“no, i-i would like you to help. it’ll be good for a new set of eyes.”

you smiled, looking away from tom’s adoring gaze. you just wanted these weeks to be over, so you can officially be with him.

“shall we go shopping now?” tom asked, making you laugh.

“you hate shopping.”

“for you darling, i’ll love it.” tom grinned, making you swoon. walking around the small, yet homely, shop you were currently in, you admired the variety of objects. everything you could think off, was there. it was almost as you were thrifting, but not for clothes.

you picked up a necklace, studying the variety of sparkly gems in the rose gold chain. you noticed that there was a little charm, in a shape of a heart with your initial on it. you thought it was a coincidence, put saw a stack of them, with different letters on.

“found anything?” tom mumbled, walking up beside you.

you showed him the necklace, which made him smile slightly. he took it off you,

un-clipping the chain before looking at you. he moved your hair gently out of the way, as you turned around with your back against his chest. you hissed slightly, as the cold metal met your skin, but soon felt warmth overcome you, once you felt tom’s fingers graze the back of your neck, as he was tying the necklace once again. you blushed, turning back around, to come face to face with tom.

“it suits you really well.” tom grinned, looking down at your lips for a second before bringing his gaze up to your eyes, again.

“he’s not wrong there,” a man said (obviously the shop owner) while you laughed saying thank you, “are you thinking of buying it?”

you shook your head, “no.”

“nonsense, i’ll get it for you.” tom spoke, already handing the man money.

“tom. it’s fine.”

“no. i want to buy it for you, because you deserve it, okay?”

giggling you replied with an ‘okay.’

“you two make a lovely couple.” the man said, while you and tom looked at each other smiling.

“we do, don’t we?” tom whispered, so only you could hear. you glanced at him, admiring his features, while he did the same. a slight cough, from the man, interrupted you both, as you looked away quickly.

“have a lovely day.” the man spoke, handing tom the necklace. you both said your thanks, before leaving.

“wait, let me put this on you.” tom spoke, once you got out of the shop. once again, you moved your hair while tom clipped the necklace into place. your breath hitched, once you felt tom’s lips against your bare shoulder, before you turned around with a wide smile.

“i can’t wait for this to be over, you know?” tom spoke, as you both walked down the busy streets of new york. people around you, where walking quickly, speaking loudly on the phone or to the person next to them. but, you and tom weren’t in any rush. so, just casually strolling down the street, was just fine for you both.

you nodded, looking at your feet, “me too. but, do you not think we’ve jumped too far into the deep end, too quickly?”

tom frowned slightly, glancing at you, before looking at his feet as well, “well, us arguing all the time, after we broke up just kind of proved how much we missed each other. you have to admit, even when not together, there was always an unspoken feeling. a spark.”

“i guess your right. i just,” you stopped abruptly, “i don’t want our second time, to end up as our first time.”

tom stopped in front of you, “i totally get that, y/n-“

“no,” you interrupted, “you mean too much to me. i don’t want it to be ruined. what we have, is so special. i don’t want it to fall apart.”

“it won’t fall apart. because, this time, you know for definite how i will never cheat on you.”

“what about actually starting a life together? what if, in another 5 years time, we aren’t living fully?”

tom’s breath hitched at your words. he still hasn’t told you, how he did propose, but you didn’t see it. he looked at his feet again, as he felt the velvet box in his jacket. he’s never got rid of it. and he’s always kept hold of it. he doesn’t know why. he just feels attached to it. and he hoped that he will be able to use it. and for you to actually see it. but, it’s not the right time. yet.

“come on. let’s go back to the apartment, yeah?”

you gave him a puzzled look, as he ignored your questions, but you soon brushed it off as you drove back to your shared apartment.

arriving back at the apartment, tom poured you both a glass of water, while you checked the footage from today, to see if you missed anything. even though this was your day off, the red dragons will still be working. you both watched in silence, only the gulps from drinking and the voices from the monitor, filling your ears.

“do you really trust the kingston’s?” a man asked keith. you and tom shot your head up, at the sound of your ‘names’.

“what time was this at?” tom asked.

“it’s live.” you replied, after looking at the time and date in the top corner.

“what do you mean?” keith asked, placing bullets in his gun.

“do you think it’s strange that they came in as soon as you asked a question? just seems as they were waiting.”

your eyes went wide, as did tom’s. could this be how your cover gets blown?

“well, if your so scared, why don’t we bring them in?”

before you could comprehend what he said, you phone beeped. you looked at tom, who was waiting to see the text.

unknown

come to the warehouse now. we need to chat.

you showed tom, as you both got ready, making sure to hide your badge super well, so your cover won’t get blown. you stopped, as you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. pulling it out, your breath hitched at what it read.

unknown

don’t bring the husband.

you gulped, showing tom. you watched how his face fell at the words. panic grew in his eyes, as he looked at you. he knew you could look after yourself, but he would rather be there. these people were unpredictable as well as dangerous, and if our cover is blown, he has no idea what will happen. one wrong move could be fatal. for you both.

“y/n-“

you shushed him, placing your gun in the back pocket, “i’ve been undercover on my own before. i know what to do.”

“i know. but, not with people this dangerous.”

“we haven’t got time to argue. i’m going in.”

tom sighed, shaking slightly as he tried not to think of the worst possible scenario, “o-okay, erm, here put this on.”

he gave you a small ear piece. you rolled your eyes, placing it in your ear, as tom spoke ‘testing’ into the microphone. you gave him a thumbs up, making tom grin slightly. walking over to him, you stood on your toes, and kissed tom’s cheek softly, to calm his nerves, as well as your own.

“if you feel uncomfortable or feel like something is going to happen, say the phrase, ‘the weather is nice today’, and the whole force will come through the door, okay?”

you placed a hand on his chest, nodding, “okay.”

“i don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” tom whispered, making your heart ache. bringing your fingers to chin, you moved his head to meet your eyes.

“i’ll be fine tom. i promise. i’ll be in and out.”

tom nodded, still unsure about if he should follow or not. but, before he could think about it even more, you already left, walking across the street to the warehouse. tom watched carefully, on the computer screen, your every movement.

“so much for a day off.” you mumbled, so only tom could hear. you heard tom stifle a laugh, before agreeing with you.

knocking on the door, you looked up at the cctv camera where you knew tom was watching. the door swung open, to reveal keith, with a cigarette in his mouth as per usual.

“ahhh, amelia. husband isn’t here is he?” keith asked, blowing smoke right in your face. you didn’t flinch though, just shrugged.

“you told me not to bring him. so i didn’t.”

keith nodded, waving his hand in the air, probably signalling someone. you guess was right, as two men appeared, with no emotion in their faces.

“come in.”

as you walked in, a loud squeak was heard in your earpiece. trying to ignore the noise, you followed keith.

meanwhile, tom couldn’t hear you. he couldn’t see where you were. somehow, all signals from inside the red dragons den, was stopped. you were on radio silence. and tom didn’t know what to do. his mind went to when his dad went missing. this is exactly what happened with him.

tom sat down. he couldn’t think straight. his mind was racing. are you dead? are you missing? he couldn’t breath. he’s empty without you. even though, it’s took a long time for him to realise.

“shit.” tom muttered, realisation hitting him like a train.

is this the end?

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Anything It Takes

Idol: Irene (Red Velvet)

Prompt: i love your writing so much! could you please do a detective! irene au where her s/o (female) gets caught up in a case and irene has to work hard to get her back and make sure shes safe but also get the job done without too much emotion? angst to fluff please! thank you 💖💖

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: So I’ve been binge-watching Miss Fishers Murder Mysteries and that might have been my inspiration while writing this piece. Also, I’m so sorry this took so long for me to write. I have this thing where, when I’m really passionate or I put a lot of work into a scenario, I get scared to post it. Mostly because I desperately want people to like it and I’m scared they wont. Ah, the perils of being a writer. But I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Blood, fighting, weapons, cursing.

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Irene knew how dangerous her job was. Almost every single day of her life, she was in some sort of danger, especially because of the types of cases she took. As a detective, and especially as a female detective, she had plenty of enemies. The mafia, local gangs, relatives and friends of criminals with a penchant for revenge, and even fellow detectives: they could all be a threat. She knew this and she knew it well, but she also knew that she could hold her own against all of them. Their threats never scared her off a case: she’d see everything through to the end even if it killed her.

Somehow, though, she’d never thought that the criminals would go this far. She’d never thought they’d target you; not until she came home and opened the door to find the apartment destroyed, ransacked.

Immediately, her heart fell into her stomach and her hands began to shake as she called your name, only to get silence in return. Dropping her bag at the doorway, she didn’t even bother to take off her shoes as she raced further inside. Chairs were knocked over and surrounded by broken glasses in the kitchen, and as she turned towards the bedroom, once again yelling your name, she noticed the blood.

“Oh god no!” She stumbled through the mess from the kitchen and found an even worse scenario waiting for her in the bedroom. The entire mattress had been shoved off the bed, showing a struggle, and a broken lamp laid shattered next to the doorway. The curtains and curtain rod had been yanked from the window, and on the ground, a trail of blood led to the side of the bed near the window. Irene held her breath as she rounded the bed, then stood still.

You weren’t there, but the carpet was stained dark with blood that was dragged to the open window. She choked out a sob as she stared at the blood, then slowly dropped to her knees.

You were gone. And she had no idea if you were alive or dead.

As she took deep breaths, trying to keep herself together, she noticed something gleam under the mattress. When she pulled it up to check, she saw a blood-covered knife laying there and realized that you must have kicked it under the mattress when you were struggling with your captors. The sight reminded her that she was a detective, and she pushed her emotions to the back of her throat as she put the mattress back and pulled out her phone before heading out of the apartment.

She needed to check the outside too, after all.

“I need backup,” she said as soon as her captain Jessica picked up the phone.

“What’s going on?”

“Someone broke into the apartment and (Y/N) is gone. There’s blood, a weapon, the window was busted open, and the apartment is destroyed. Someone abducted her.”

“Oh god. I’ll get backup there immediately. Don’t do anything stupid, okay? If you run off and get yourself hurt, it’ll only put (Y/N) in more danger.”

“Yes, Captain.” Irene was only half listening. Outside the window, there were tire marks in the alleyway, as well as blood, broken glass, and a watch. As she hung up the phone, she cursed herself for renting a first-floor apartment. How could she be so stupid? She hadn’t thought things through, and now you were gone and hurt, and she didn’t know if she could get to you in time.

Feeling herself begin to hyperventilate, she leaned against the building and closed her eyes, trying to think. Who would have taken you? Who had she pissed off recently? Well, that was quite the list to narrow down. She’d pissed off most major and minor crime organizations in the town. Any one of them could have done it. But was this for revenge? Or for leverage?

Her current case came to mind: a drug smuggling ring at the docks. She knew so far that a few wealthy and well-liked businessmen were in on the deal, and that the smuggling was making them a pretty penny. She also knew that it was likely to be cocaine that they were smuggling, and that it was coming in on a specific merchant ship owned by one of the businessmen, disguised under produce and other imported goods from South America. They stood a lot to lose if Irene succeeded in busting them, including their positions of power. Was that reason enough to kidnap you?

She opened her eyes and reached into the inside pocket of her blazer, pulling out the pair of gloves that she kept on her for cases. After pulling them on, she picked up the watch and examined it closely. It wasn’t yours.

It was a man’s watch, rather old from the looks of it, with an engraved stamp on the back. It was some sort of symbol....

Sirens alerted her to the backup and she breathed a sigh of relief, going out to meet them. Her head was still too muddled with worry to make good decisions. She needed the help.

“Irene!” It was Seulgi, her fellow detective, who stepped out of the first car and walked over to her. She looked worried as well, but Irene was relieved. She knew Seulgi could do the job well. “Are you okay?” The other woman asked as she grabbed Irene’s shoulders. Slowly, Irene shook her head.

“To be honest with you, no. I’m really worried and shaken up and I’m really glad you’re here.”

Seulgi frowned and gave Irene a quick hug before pulling away with a stern look. “We’ll take it over from here. You go down to the station and get some coffee and take a breather. I’ll meet you there after we do a thorough search and we’ll talk. Okay?”

As much as Irene wanted to stay, she knew she wouldn’t be able to help. She was much too upset. “Okay,” she said, giving in and holding out the watch in her hand. “Here’s a piece of evidence I found outside the window. There’s also a knife under the mattress in the bedroom. I did my best not to disturb the crime scene.”

“Thank you, Irene.” Seulgi took the button and gave her a tight-lipped smile. “We’ll find (Y/N). I swear.”

“Thank you.” For a moment, Irene watched as Seulgi walked away and called to the officers to follow her. Then, she let out a sigh and ran her hand over her face. She really did need some strong coffee. And maybe a drink.

-

“We found a witness upstairs who says they heard a loud sound and looked outside to see a car speeding away from the alley,” Seulgi said a few hours later, talking to a calmed down Irene. “The time frame matches the estimated abduction time, but unfortunately the license plate was marked out. However, the witness did say that it was a beat up old Cadillac and that there was a bumper sticker on the back window.”

“A bumper sticker?” Irene sipped her coffee and tried not to think about what you might be going through. “That could be a clue.”

“According to the witness, the sticker seemed to be a smoking gun. They can’t say for sure, but they thought it looked like a pistol, and there was some wording under it. They said they’d never seen anything like it before.”

“Hmm. Could help. At least that’s something. Did you find anything else?”

Seulgi sighed and flipped through her note pad. “We found the knife and the watch and sent them through for fingerprint testing. It seems like (Y/N) put up one hell of a fight.”

“They wouldn’t go easy.”

“I don’t think the abductors were expecting it though. They were kind of messy. We found what we think is some of their blood on the broken lamp as well, so we sent it all through for testing. All we got from the security cameras was that one of the guys threw a rock at it as they drove in. Busted the screen completely so that nothing else was visible.”

“Damn it.”

“But we have quite a bit. Once we run those prints and take a closer look at the watch, we might be able to narrow down some suspects.”

“Thank you, Seulgi.” Irene put her glass down and sighed, shaking her head. “But I think I know who did it.”

“Who?”

“I’ve been investigating a cocaine smuggling ring, and I was getting close to busting it. I believe the boss is one Mr. Park, the same Mr. Park who owns a shipping business. I think his merchant ships are bringing in cocaine and disguising the operation by also shipping products and produce from South America to local stores and clientele. I just need proof so that I can raid the warehouse I’m suspecting.”

“What makes you think they did it?”

“First of all, the watch. On the back of it in an engraved symbol. I thought it seemed familiar, so I went through my notes and sure enough, it’s the logo for the shipping company: Park and Co.”

“What a lucky find,” Seulgi said, leaning over to look at the note Irene pulled from her pocket.

“I think (Y/N) had something to do with it.”

“I think you’re right. They’ve been leaving us clues.”

“Do you think this is enough for a search warrant?”

Seulgi sighed and sat back into her chair. “I doubt it. Mr. Park is a rich man, and it’s always hard to get permission to ‘trouble’ rich men. But I’m going to go check on those fingerprints. A lot of sailors have a record, and if they’ve ever been arrested, we’ll have their finger prints. If we have that, we should be able to get a warrant.”

Irene bit her lip and clasped her hands together. “Can I not at least go have a look around?” She asked, and Seulgi shook her head.

“I wouldn’t advise it. It’s late, Irene. If you need a place to stay, my house is always open.”

The older woman sighed and shook her head, turning back to her desk. “No, but thank you. I’m going to stay here and do some work.”

Seulgi frowned, but didn’t comment, instead standing up and patting Irene’s shoulder. “Don’t overwork yourself and get some sleep. I’ll see you again in the morning.”

“Have a good night.” Irene watched Seulgi walk away once again, then turned back to her desk and sighed, running her fingers through her hair. You where out there somewhere and the clock was ticking. And she couldn’t do anything.

-

Irene was not used to being a mess. Even before she was promoted to be a detective, she was cool and level headed, known for being the detective no one wanted to mess with. She had cracked cases no one else could and could get criminals to confess with her cold eyes. And yet now, she was a mess, dark circles under her eyes and her hair a mess, sleeping at her desk because she couldn’t go home knowing you were out there, hurt and needing help.

When morning finally came, Irene decided that she couldn’t wait anymore. After washing her face in the bathroom and making herself presentable again, she walked out onto the streets, searching for strong coffee and something to disguise herself in.

When she came back an hour later, fully caffeinated with shopping bags in hand, Seulgi stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

“We ran those prints and found a match. It’s a guy named Gus White, he’s a deckhand for Park and Co.”

For the first time, hope surged in Irene’s chest. “Good, is that enough for a search warrant?”

Seulgi sighed, and the hope dropped away. “The Captain wants us to bring him in for an interview first. She said that’s the best way to go about doing this. I know you’re worried, Seulgi, but orders are orders.”

“Yeah.” Irene frowned. “Orders are orders.”

“You’re planning on going over there in disguise.” Seulgi looked down at the bags, then back at Irene, looking right through her.

“How did you know?”

“We’ve been on the force together how long?” She gave her a wry smile. “I know you, Irene.”

“Then you know that I can’t just stand here and do nothing.”

“I know. Just be careful. Please.” With that, Seulgi walked away, and Irene headed for the bathroom, her jaw clenched. She was going to get you back, no matter what it took.

-

For once, Irene was glad the was short. In her disguise, she almost looked like a local boy, and she smiled, satisfied as she checked her gun and placed it in a concealed holster around her stomach. Like this, she could walk near the docks without anyone suspecting her, although she’d still have to be careful. She slipped out the back doors of the office so that no one would see her and set off down the road, keeping her head down and her mind on one thing: you.

Once she got to the docks, she hunched her shoulders over and slipped closer to the warehouse she suspected was being used for smuggling. Thankfully, the docks were easy to slip around in: they were full of giant boxes and shipping containers that she could easily hide behind, and the loud noises from the boats as they loaded and unloaded made it easier for her to go unheard. She watched, blending in with the shadows, as groups of men left the surrounding warehouses and left for lunch, leaving the docks almost empty.

As she crept closer to the warehouse, she noticed a beat up black Cadillac parked next to the back entrance. Underneath and around it, she could see dark spots that lead to the door, and her gut twisted. Blood. Taking a deep breath, she looked around, making sure that her coast was clear, before slipping over to take a closer look at the car. She walked like she thought a boy might, nonchalantly swaggering over to the car to look at the back window.

A bumper sticker with a smoking pistol and the words “leave none behind” underneath it stared back at her, and she swallowed. This was the bumper sticker, meaning her hunch was correct. They were holding you here, if you were still alive. Trying not to think of the other option, she quickly went back to a safe hiding spot behind a stack of shipping containers near another warehouse and pulled out her phone.

When Seulgi answered, she sounded nervous. “Irene? Are you okay?”

“I’m okay. I found the Cadillac. It has the bumper sticker,” Irene whispered, her eyes darting out to the road. “It’s parked near the back entrance of the warehouse, and there’s blood.”

“That should convince Jessica for a search warrant.”

“Did you get anywhere with the Gus guy?”

“He was all clawed up and he had a cut on his arm. Once we told him that we had his fingerprints and his DNA from blood at the crime scene, he cracked. He just now confessed and said they took (Y/N) because Mr. Park was going to use her to make you stop investigating, and that they’re holding (Y/N) inside the warehouse.”

“I thought as much.” Hope once again soared. “Does that mean they’re still alive?”

“Seems like it, although we need to be fast. I’m going to talk to Jessica now, and Joy has gone to round up some backup. Don’t do anything stupid until I get there.”

“No promises,” Irene whispered, “I know Mr. Park. If he knows we found him, he’ll kill them. I’m going in.”

“Wait for me,” Seulgi begged, “Please, it’s too dangerous.”

“No one’s around right now,” Irene argued. “Everyone has gone on lunch. I’m going to go in and try to secure the area. Hurry.”

“God damn it, Irene, you-.” Before Seulgi could finish her sentence, Irene hung up. She felt bad, but she slipped the phone into her pocket and clenched her teeth. You were in there, in danger, and she was going to get to you before Mr. Park or any of his goons did. Standing up, she picked up a nearby rock and placed it in the pocket of her baggy hoodie before she slipped out from her hiding spot and headed back for the warehouse.

She wasn’t going to try the back door: if there was anyone guarding you, that was where they were going to be. Despite her lack of sleep, she was alert as she slipped around the side and noticed a small side door. That would be her entrance.

Carefully, she tried the handle and raised her eyebrows in surprise. Unlocked. As it creaked open, she peeked inside. There was a single, unoccupied chair and another door in the otherwise bare room, and when she noticed the camera in the corner, she froze and listened.

No one seemed to be moving beyond the next door, so she crept in, breathless and sticking to the wall, and reached up to cut the cord to the camera with her knife. The little red light blinked out, and she stopped to listen once again. No one. So had the person watching the security cameras gone out to lunch too? Bad security for a drug lord, but she thanked her luck and slipped over to the next door. It was locked, but no locked door had ever been able to keep her out before. Using a small lock pick she’d grabbed from her blazer, she studied the lock for a moment before picking it and slowly opening the door.

A huge room opened up in front of her, and she raised her eyebrows in surprise. So this was the base of operations. The warehouse ceiling reached up towards the sky and every sound echoed in the cavernous space. Stacks of boxes she could only assume were filled with cocaine lined the walls, and she stopped as she listened closely.

Footsteps could be heard from somewhere inside the huge room, and she held her breath, deciphering where they were coming from. They weren’t coming closer. Instead, they seemed to be... Pacing. Near the back door. Ah, so that was the guard. No other evidence of life could be heard, so she slipped from the door to her right instead of towards the footsteps in order to get a better view of the room. In front of her on the other side of the warehouse, she saw a room with one window and no ceiling, just walls and a door. From the window, she could see lights from a computer.

On the other side of the warehouse, a large metal box-like room caught her eye. It had a door and what seemed to be a moving slab at the bottom to slide things into the room without opening the door. If she had to bet, she would bet that you were inside. Her first instinct was to run to you, but she knew that she had to take out the guard before she did anything rash.

No one had been in the security room, as she’d been able to cut the camera and get away with it, so she crept over to the small room and checked the door. Locked. However, without the ceiling.... An idea struck her and she pulled the rock from her pocket, carefully tossing it over the wall before hiding herself behind a pile of boxes.

The footsteps stopped, then muttering began. She made out that the man was talking about rats and Frank taking long bathroom breaks. Then the footsteps began to walk towards the security room.

“That you, Frank? Come on, man, you know the boss doesn’t like it when you take breaks like this. What did you break this time?” The man came into view a moment later and checked the handle, then frowned. “Huh, just rats?” He looked around, and Irene held her breath, afraid he might not open the door. Then, finally, he pulled the keys from his pocket, and she wrapped her fingers around a thick piece of wood near her feet. It should do the job.

As soon as he stepped inside, scratching his head and looking around, she sprung up and raised the plank. Despite her small frame, she was strong from years of training, and when she brought the wood down, it hit hard and the man slumped to the ground with a short groan. After standing still to make sure he was out and no one else was alerted, Irene darted inside and grabbed his keys and her rock, then slashed the cords to the cameras and stepped back over his body. He was still breathing, and she didn’t know how much time she had before he woke up. Still, to buy her some time, she locked and closed the door on her way out before running as quietly as she possibly could to the metal box on the other side of the warehouse.

Shuffling echoed from the box as she approached, and her heart pounded in her chest at the sight of blood near the door. Despite her calculated take down, her hands her shaking, and so the keys took her longer than they usually would. She tried key after key, listening to the shuffling inside and hoping that you were okay. Finally, a key fit, and she threw open the door, her breath caught in her throat.

She saw you immediately. You were tied to a chair in the corner of the room and your eyes widened as she stepped inside and let out a sigh of relief. Rushing to you, she pulled out your gag, and you immediately burst into tears, trying to stay quiet despite the obvious distress you were in. As she reached back to cut away the ropes, the sight of your bloodied arm, wrapped crudely in an old rag, made her boil inside. She slashed the ropes off and then embraced you, holding you close and cradling your head.

“It’s okay,” she whispered, “I’m here now, you’re going to be okay.”

“I was so scared,” you whispered back, desperately trying not to sob. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Can you walk?”

“I don’t know. I’ve lost a lot of blood.”

“I’ll support you.” Irene slipped her arm under yours to help you up, supporting you with her small frame. You were unstable on your feet, your limbs asleep from being tied up for almost two days, but you managed to walk after a moment, wincing with every step as you stepped out of the box and towards the back doors.. “We just have to get outside, I have help on the way, we can-.”

A sound echoed through the warehouse, and Irene’s hand immediately went to her gun, pulling it from its holster. Your eyes were wide again, full of fear and tears, and she swallowed, pulling you back behind a pile of boxes and listening.

Footsteps. Lots of them. People were coming towards the middle of the warehouse.

“I told you fools to watch the place!” Mr. Park’s voice boomed through the room. “Then I see that the security cameras have been cut out, and where are you? On the fucking toilet!”

“S-sorry boss,” stuttered the security guard, who Irene guessed was Frank, his voice strangled. “I was only gone for a moment, I swear-.”

“A moment is all it takes, you moron!” Mr. Park bellowed, then the footsteps stopped at the large doors leading into the main room. “You pieces of shit, look! The prison door is open!”

“There’s no way,” another voice said, “we have people stationed outside, there’s no way someone got out.”

“Where were those people when she got in?” Mr. Park snarled.

“Um,” the voice was meeker this time. “At lunch.”

“Morons!” The sharp sound of a slap echoed through the room, and Irene winced. “If you want something done, you have to do it yourself.” He then chuckled. “Isn’t that right, Irene?”

You whimpered, but Irene stayed silent, holding her gun at the ready and listening closely. Judging from the murmuring and the footsteps, there seemed to be at least five people, although the one who had gotten slapped might be out of action. Mr. Park had big hands. Then if the man in the security office woke up, it would be six. She had no doubt that she could out-shoot Mr. Park, but a shoot-out with six people, with you wounded behind her? The odds were not in her favor, to say the least.

“I know you’re still here, Detective. Did you enjoy our little game? You know, I’m glad you showed. Because now that you’re here, I can kill you both.”

Irene’s phone vibrated in her pocket, and her eyes widened. Seulgi. She pulled it out as quietly as possible and looked at the message.

-We’re almost to the warehouse now. Please tell me you didn’t do anything stupid

-I did. Hurry. Guard outside, at least six inside.

-God damn it. Be there in two.

“There!” Someone had heard the phone buzz, and a shot echoed, piercing through one of the boxes to Irene’s right. White powder fell out and she rolled her eyes. There was the cocaine, at least.

“Don’t shoot until we know where she is, dumbass. We don’t know if she’s alone. Split up, Thomas and Frank search the right and Cho and Mike search the left. We’ll flush them out.”

An idea struck Irene then, and she looked down at her phone, licking her lips. It might work, if....

“Alright, you got me, I ran off alone and it’s just me. But It’ll take more than six of you to flush me out.” With her words, she threw the rock against the opposite side of the warehouse, and guns exploded, firing into the boxes and sending a smoke of white powder into the air. A few of the men began to cough, and with the powder as a distraction, she turned her body, peeked over the box behind her, aimed, and fired.

The man closest to her true hiding place dropped, and more gunfire erupted. Beside her, you whimpered and she turned to help you move back, further behind the metal box. Unless the bullets ricocheted, they wouldn’t reach you there.

“Shit, where is she? I can hardly see through all this-.”

“You dumb asses, she’s playing with you. Give me that.” Mr. Park growled as he cocked his gun, and she swallowed. God, this was going to be so much paperwork. If she got out of this. “Where else could they be hiding? They’re over by the prison!”

You closed your eyes and curled into a ball, and she took a deep breath, covering you with her body and keeping her pistol aimed for the small opening as his steps got closer. She might die, but she’d die protecting you. Just as she was moving her finger towards the trigger, sirens screeched through the afternoon air, and the footsteps stopped.

“Fuck, I thought she said that she came alone?” One of the men yelled.

“Let’s just kill these two and-.”

“Police! Hands in the air where I can see them, we’ve got you all surrounded.” Seulgi’s voice echoed loud and clear, and Irene jumped to her feet, pressing her pistol into one Mr. Park’s’ back.

“That means you too, sir,” she said sweetly, despite the fact that she truly wanted to throttle him right then and there. He glared at her, his hands still clutching at the gun, but as his men surrendered all around him and cops came pouring in, he dropped his weapon. “Thank you.”

“Fuck you,” he muttered, slowly putting his hands in the air. “You were trespassing on my property, I won’t let you-.”

“I had a warrant,” Irene said, her eyes twinkling, and Seulgi grinned as she walked up with handcuffs.

“That we do. Mr. Park, you are under arrest for attempted murder, kidnapping, and the possession, production, and sell of illegal substances. You have the right to remain silent.” As the other woman cuffed Mr. Park’s hands, Irene turned back to you. You looked pale as she rushed to your side, and she checked your forehead.

“We need to get you to a hospital,” she said, and you nodded slowly.

“Yeah. But I can’t move. I think I’m gonna....” And with that, you slumped forward into Irene’s arms. Her heart pounded and she turned back to Seulgi, her eyes wild.

“I need help, (Y/N) just passed out and they’ve lost a lot of blood!”

“Get the ambulance,” Seulgi barked, shoving Mr. Park forward and gesturing at the cops under her. “Hurry, or we might lose them!”

“Yes ma’am!”

As the chaos continued around her, Irene looked down at you and tried not to cry, kissing your forehead and holding you close while applying pressure to your wound in hopes that the blood would stop.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, even though she wasn’t sure you could hear. “I’m so, so sorry.”

-

Time had never seemed to go by so slowly. Irene was still in her disguise clothes as she sat in the chair next to your hospital bed, gazing down at you. The doctors had said that you would be okay: that you had just lost a lot of blood and needed to sleep and recover after your blood transfusion, but she couldn’t help but stay worried. The only time she’d left your side was to help Seulgi with paperwork over the case. Thankfully, with the cameras cut, there was no proof of Irene going in before the warrant was issued, and Seulgi had explained that she had asked Irene to go in to secure the scene early. The man Irene had shot had lived, and so there was thankfully less paperwork to deal with. Her case had wrapped up in a little bow, and now she was back in the bedside seat, waiting for you to wake up.

She was exhausted, but she couldn’t sleep, rotating between watching you and watching the clock. How could she even face you now? Everything was her fault. She hadn’t thought ahead, and she hadn’t been able to protect you. She’d been naive, and you’d paid the price. If she wasn’t a detective, or if you weren’t dating her, this would have never happened to you. She wasn’t sure if the guilt hanging over her shoulders would ever go away, and the silence of the sterile hospital room did nothing to ease her worries.

Just as she was about to get up to grab coffee, you opened your eyes, and she froze. After a moment, you coughed and blinked, turning your head.

“Irene?”

“I’m here, baby,” she said softly, coming to your side and taking your hand. “How are you feeling?”

“Awful,” you croaked, and she frowned. “My whole body hurts and I feel so tired. I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Oh, (Y/N), I’m so sorry.” She squeezed your hand and shook her head, her tears finally spilling from her eyes. “I was so worried about you.”

You gave her a small smile and reached up to weakly wipe away her tears. “Well, now you know how I feel when you’re at work.”

“I’m so sorry,” she repeated, not knowing what else to say. “I couldn’t protect you. This was all my fault.”

“Irene, no, I don’t blame you. There are bad people in the world, and you work to stop those people. I chose to date you even though I knew the risks. It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault.”

“I should have known better.” She pressed her forehead to your hand. “I never wanted you to get involved in any of this. I never thought this would happen. I couldn’t sleep just thinking about you. I know you must have gone through hell, all because of me.”

You fell silent for a moment. “It was scary,” you finally said, voice soft. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop having nightmares. I tried to fight them off but they were too strong, and it was the scariest moment of my life. Even scarier than being locked in that awful room. But I knew you’d find me.”

Irene looked up at you, her eyebrows raised. “You did?”

“I did. Because you’re a good detective, I knew you’d see the clues I left you. When I realized that the were going to take me away, I fought with them and got them to drop the knife so I could kick it away and hide it. I knew that, even if I died, they’d be able to get fingerprints from the weapon.”

“I don’t even want to think about that,” she whispered with a shiver, and you nodded, shaking a bit as well.

“I know, but that was what was going through my mind. Then I managed to get one of their watch’s off and I dropped it outside the window as they carried me over their shoulder. I also knew that, since I was bleeding, there would be a trail of blood everywhere I went. They wrapped my arm up in the car because they said their boss wanted me alive, but I loosened it enough to drop blood when we got out of the car and walked to the room. I knew you’d be looking for me, and I wanted you to help find me.”

“It was all a help. Seriously. The watch told me who had taken you, the knife got the fingerprints of one of the kidnappers who confessed and got us the warrant, and because of the blood, I was able to know you were in that room. Without those, I might have been too late.” The two of you shivered again, and Irene sighed. “I’m going to get us a new place. With all new security. I’ll do anything it takes to make sure that you’re always safe from now on. But if you want to break up with me, I’d understand.”

“Irene. Listen to me.” You touched her face and smiled. “I love you. Yes, I’m really shaken up by all of this, but I don’t blame you. You saved me, and I knew you would. It’s going to take a lot more than a rich man with a bunch of dumb goons to scare me away from you.”

Relief settled over her shoulders and she found herself smiling as well. “I love you too (Y/N). So much. And I am more relieved right now than you will ever know.” She knew that it would take time for the both of you to recover. She knew that this was something the two of you would never forget, and she knew that the future was going to be different now. She knew the guilt she felt was going to linger for a long time. But right now, you were alive, you were safe, and you loved her. And that was all she cared about.

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[rendezvousrenjun]

ring ring rejection | four

au masterlist | prev | next  ✰ pairing :  highschool!renjun x reader (+ dreamies + best friend!mark) ✰ genre : fluff + angst ✰  word count : 3.9k → a/n: happy renjun day! the bolded words are translated actual quotes from renjun himself incorporated within the story. hope you enjoy!

The world with Renjun felt like velvet. But velvet isn’t a feeling? Well it wasn’t-- not until you started visiting him during rehearsals. Velvet was when Renjun sighed after messing up a line, the pink of his lips turning a richer color after biting down on them in frustration. His voice flowed unbelievably smooth. Yes, it was velvet indeed. 

“Run this over with me one last time I promise!” Renjun would ask you after school often these days. His matching yellow bracelet is on display as he reaches over to take a hold of your wrist to stop you from leaving the dance room where rehearsals were constantly being held until the show. 

But Renjun is a perfectionist. You’ve grown close enough to him to know that by now. It also meant him practicing like no tomorrow every single day. Which also meant, you, being his number one supporter, got home late more often than not. 

It was around six pm when you began to sprawl out against the floor where Renjun continued to pace endlessly, looking up at the mirrors that surrounded the two of you from time to time to watch his expression. You close your eyes, listening to the velvet of his voice again. You know you were probably supposed to go home to start homework, or get tired of listening to his script over and over, but you didn’t. Ah the stupid things we do when we like someone. 

“y/n are you still listening? Sorry for keeping you for so long… you’ve probably memorized my script at this point…” you look up to see him start to crouch down to your level, “I just realized we are the only ones left right now.”

“We’re always the only ones left Junnie.” 

In the past, you would’ve flipped out at this close proximity; the two of you alone in a room with no one else. But now you admire his crooked tooth when he smiles wide at you, getting up again to run through it “one more time”. 

It was a pattern. He had integrated himself into your life just as you had his. But this pattern was bound to be broken.

You were late to follow Renjun for his last rehearsal before the show. It was unfortunate, but there were matters you had to take care of concerning your transcript and councilor. Finishing what you had to do, there was a pep to your step walking to the dance room, expectant and excited to see his expression when you present him the sour gummy bears you had stashed in your backpack. You imagine an entire scenario in your head, ending with “oh y/n! These are so sweet-- just like you! Would you perhaps want to go on a date???” In which you would answer, “Of course juNNie what took you so long?!?”

Giggling to yourself, you knock on the door to be greeted by Jisung. Behind him you see Yoojung patting Renjun’s shoulder, her hand lingering there making you feel some type of way. Jisung notices your sudden drop of expression and bonks you on the head. 

“Ahh” you rub your head without any real intention of making it feel better. 

“It’s been awhile my favorite tutor!” Jisung cracks up at you and takes your head into his hands to hold you like a basketball, dragging you inside the room towards the back of the mirror. You start tickling his armpits blindly, unable to see him as his hands make you look downwards. He begins to giggle uncontrollably, but does not ease up on your head.

“Jisung why the heck did you have to get so tall, you evil baby giant!” 

His chuckles get increasingly loud, making you somewhat frustrated but overall genuinely glad he was here to distract you from being maybe, just maybe, okay maybe totally, a bit upset. 

The ruckus makes Yoojung turn to look at the two of you, Renjun following suit. He sees you kicking aimlessly at Jisung’s ankles, suddenly aware of his own leg length. He watches as Jisung releases your head, and goes in to hug it instead. He thinks you look like you’re going to suffocate, that it must be uncomfortable for you. 

Yoojung is looking at Renjun again, “why do you look so annoyed?” she pokes fun at him, squeezing his arm. 

“I’m not though?” he snaps away from whatever he was thinking, his face stretching out into a smile listening to Yoojung’s voice. “Okay Junnie…” 

The way she adopted the nickname from hearing you say it countless times makes Renjun shiver. It certainly sounds different. But that didn’t mean he didn’t like it. 

“Oh y/n! I forgot to introduce you to my duet partner Chenle.” You stop trying to eavesdrop on whatever Yoojung and Renjun were saying, turning your attention to Jisung taking your wrist to pull you towards the group of performers in the other corner of the room. 

Renjun saw it in the corner of his eye. The wrist pulling.

“Chenle this is my favorite junior, y/n-” Jisung puts his two hands together and shows his palms in a begging-type mannerism to point towards you, bending his knees a bit. Chenle raises his eyebrows at you, then furrows them, his mouth opening a bit as if he’s had an epiphany--

“Oh! You’re Mark’s partner in crime!” 

“You know who Mark is?”

“Who doesn’t know who Mark is?”

“You have a point.”

You weren’t able to give Renjun the sour gummy bears. You left quite abruptly when Mark and Haechan busted into the dance room to get you so that you could let them hide in your house (tldr; they said not to question them and so you didn’t, too used to their shenanigans). Chenle and Jisung yell out that they hope to see you soon, whilst Renjun is in the middle of his conversation with Yoojung, not being able to say anything. 

As the three of you were all going to the same event, Mark offered Haechan and you to carpool with him and his mom. Naturally, the three of you got ready in his household as well. Mrs. Lee slowly opens the door to Mark’s bedroom where you ended up changing after Mark insisted he’d just change in the bathroom. 

Fiddling with the hem of your dress, you turn around so that your back faces the mirror, unable to tie up the backing. You give up trying to figure out how to clasp your dress and text Mark asking him to call Mrs. Lee for help. She knocked softly before closing the gap swiftly afterwards, making sure no one else could invade your privacy. She looks at you through the mirror and her kind features soften even more, her cheeks raising as a maternal smile makes its way to her mouth. 

“Oh dear, you look like an absolute angel.” 

She calmly makes her way to your back to help tie up the dress. 

“Really?” your voice is soft, her presence reassuring.

“Well, you always look like an angel, but today especially you’re an absolute stunner!” Mrs. Lee giggles while playing with your hair. In times like these, you’re extremely grateful to be a part of Mark’s life, gaining another parental figure as sweet as Mrs. Lee has always been a blessing. For as long as you’ve known his family, they’ve always been your second home. Her eyebrow quirks up along with a corner of her mouth, “so I heard Renjun is going to be the host of this event…”

“Mark told you?”

“Mhm… do you plan on telling him how you feel?”

“I don’t know… he still likes Yoojung and I really don’t want to be the one who gets in the middle of that, you know?”

She takes ahold of your shoulders, having the both of you sit at the edge of the bed. She looks down into your lap and takes your hands before patting them rhythmically, as if comforting a baby. “Sometimes y/n, just sometimes, although it’s good to be considerate of others’ feelings,” she looks you in the eyes, “you have to be selfish for what you really want for yourself too.” 

The blaring sound of a car horn suddenly penetrates through the walls of the house, Haechan’s frantic screaming being heard and calling both of your attention. Mrs. Lee’s expression is grim as you burst out laughing, the two of you making your way downstairs to find that those buffoons trying to start the car without you guys. 

“Remember to text Haechan’s mom thirty minutes before you guys head home!” are Mrs. Lee’s last words as she drops the three of you in the parking lot and rolls her window back up. You can see her beige minivan transform into a single black dot on the outstretch of the road, the horizon line being more prominent as the sun begins to set into it. 

Haechan checks the time on his watch, “why are we here thirty minutes early? y/n are you really that excited to see Renjun??”

“Oh shut up-”

“Haechan! I need to use the restroom! Wanna go with me!?” Mark suddenly interrupts, subtly nudging you with his elbow. 

Haechan starts walking down to the restroom at the end of the plaza, expecting Mark to follow. But before he does, he places a hand on your shoulder. Your gaze meets his and he starts to remove his suit jacket to place it on your shoulders, patting down your arms. “Mark…”

“Hurry! What are you waiting for?” he pushes you lightly towards the plaza, jogging shortly after to catch up to Haechan.

The plaza is built like a classic colosseum, luxurious arches and columns sticking together to form a dome-like shape. The venue is exclusive and wide, making you feel small in comparison. Its backdrop are the soft hues of dusk, floating around it like a painting you would see on the ceiling of a castle ballroom, the ones with tiny naked babies dancing amongst the clouds. The night air is chilly, hitting your cheeks and legs until they blossomed into a rosy color. The lights perched outside the entrance adds to the overall glow that entrances you inwards.

You bust open the heavy door, opening up the beautiful theater. The floor is black and glossy, tiny specks that resemble stars glitter all the way down to the stage that waits at the end, in front of the velvet red seats. The velvet feeling is back again. Warm yet sophisticated, taking up the feeling in your chest as your feet lead you downwards. Each step you take towards the stage feels slower and slower, the shoes you wore making you wobble a bit, causing you to hold onto a gold painted pillar that lines up with every row of seats. There are only a couple people scattered around, but the busy attitude and bustling makes the temperature of the arena swell with heat fast. You take off Mark's suit jacket, the lights making the silk of your dress shine. Then finally, you see him. 

Renjun emerges from the curtain of the stage to frantically ask someone with a headset to fix the lighting in the middle. You can see the stress embroidered into his forehead, his side to you. You are still making your way down the steps slowly but more confidently, when he turns around to look at where the light is supposed to be, which happens to be right behind where you’re standing. 

The light flashes brightly behind you, causing him to squint and cover his eyes with the back of his left palm. As it dims, and the headset person asks him if it’s alright now, he slowly moves his hand away to reveal your figure walking towards him. The knit of his forehead falls, his face loosening. He’s awe-struck by you, his gaze lifting from your footsteps to your smiling face, angelically looking down at him. This moment is almost deja-vu, like he’s seen it in a dream. A moment that feels as if it’s stuck in time. It almost feels like he’s watching you walk down an aisle at a wedding. He’s frozen, unable to hear or grasp anything besides you. 

When you realize he’s essentially checking you out, you freeze on the fourth to last step. If you thought Renjun was gorgeous when you first saw him, in this moment he was the epitome of fucking perfect. He was velvet in a velvet suit, his black t-shirt tucked in underneath, his hair pushed backwards like a dapper gentleman you would find in an old film. There’s deafening tension between where you are and where he is. Like two planets in orbit. Except Renjun might as well be the entire sun. 

He’s confused with the panging in his chest, if it was stage fright or-- no it can’t be. His hands ball into fist, his thumb beginning to rub over his index’s knuckle. Get a grip.

“y/n!!” He hops off the stage, ignoring the sudden pounding in his heart that’s reached his ears and made them red. 

You walk faster, setting Mark’s jacket in a seat at the front, before excitedly shaking your hands out to him, “Junnie!!”, expecting him to take your hands and swing them around. Instead he jogs over to you to put you in a choke-hold.He starts patting your head like some type of drum, messing up Mrs. Lee’s previous work. 

“You must be really nervous huh?” 

“How could you tell?” He takes the two of you into the front seats, making sure not to hurt you while carrying your head in the hold. 

“I could hear your heartbeat since my ear is squished in your chest.” You try to look up at him, only to find him spaced out at the stage. He’s chewing his lip to calm himself down. Holding you also helps, like a teddy bear trapped under his arm. “Renjun?”

“Mmm?” he still doesn’t look at you. 

“You’re more than enough, okay?”

He snaps out of his trance, and looks down at your head peeking out of his arm. He shows you his toothy grin that you’ve missed more than you thought, which urges you to continue.

“Not only for hosting this, but just as you are as well.”

The tapping of his foot comes to a halt, anxiety melting little by little hearing your comforting words. 

“Thank you y/n.” 

He releases your head and attempts to fix the strands of hair that he messed up. “Tell the rest of the gang I said thank you for being here too.” 

“Where are you going?”

“To go and get ready silly.” He gives up trying to fix it and ruffles the top of your head again before heading behind the curtains. 

Mark and Haechan scare you in your seat as you sit still, not moving after Renjun had already disappeared. Chatter spreads more into the room as more occupants sit down. One of them being Jaemin, dressed to the nines with his own suit, causing Haechan to jokingly bow down to his feet. You shift in your dress, worried Renjun is freaking out backstage. 

“Hey, he’s going to be fine y/n.” Mark tells you after the lights start to dim little by little. “And remember, our friend Lucas is coming! Cheer up a bit, everything will run smoothly!” He smiles at you and you reciprocate. 

You’re still stiff in place when Yoojung arrives and finds your group near the front. She’s dressed so well that even you feel butterflies in your stomach at the sight of her. 

“Hello buddies!” She greets the four of you with a small yet elegant wave of her hand. “Do you mind if I sit here with you?”

“Actually,” Mark surprisingly cuts her off, “I’m reserving a seat for our friend Lucas.”

Yoojung begins to laugh. She holds her stomach, her laughter coming up like tufts of powder leaves a compact when you pat it-- airy, light, and a little mocking with the amount of fallout. 

“Well that’s not a problem!” She finally says after a chuckle.

Even Jaemin at the end of the row stands up due to how confused he is with Yoojung’s strange acting. All of you are a bit perplexed until Lucas himself comes down to the bottom row and greets not only the four of you, but Yoojung as well. 

“Babe! I didn’t know you knew Mark and y/n as well?” Lucas comes behind Yoojung to hug her slender shoulders, smiling at the rest of you in front of her. 

Shock. Shock would be the word, no the feeling, that came with this situation. Yoojung has a boyfriend. Yoojung’s boyfriend is Lucas. Lucas is your childhood friend. You sit down to process this.

“Wow…” Haechan says in a scoff before looking behind him to see Jaemin on his phone. “What a small world.”

“Sure is!” says Yoojung before sitting down. Lucas sits in the middle of her and Mark so that the two of them could awkwardly catch up. Your phone starts to blow up with texts, reminding you to silent it. You look down to see 5318008 group chat notifications. 

5318008

→ JAEM: renjun don’t go through with your performance for yoojung → Full Sun: yoojung has a boyfriend jun… she’s been leading you on… idhigrfeoerihy → JAEM: read your text injun! yaaaaaaaaa → JAEM: read → Full Sun: read this → JAEM: your → JAEM: TEXTSSSSS → marky: RENJUN FOR HEAVEN SAKES CHECK YOUR PHONE GD IM TRYING TO TEXT THIS TO YOU WHILE LUCAS IS TALKING TO YOOJUNG → marky: LUCAS IS HER BOYFRIEND WTF → marky: DIDNT EVEN TELL US TOO >:( → Full Sun: THIS WHOLE TIME TOO??? LIKE THE AUDACITY THAT GIRL HAS TO BE TALKING TO YOU LIKE THAT AND HAVE LUCAS BE HER MANS WHATTT → JAEM: im so pissed for u jun, this whole time she could’ve said SOMETHING literally ANYTHING to indicate she’s TAKEN → marky: she’s either really flirtatious and oblivious oR idk → y/n: junnie please look at your phone or else we’re going to start calling you!

Jaemin taps your shoulder, the lights of the theater dimming completely, signalling the show is about to start. You could tell how worried he is for Renjun right now, but with the look he’s giving you, it’s too late to warn him. 

Renjun enters the stage. He scans the entirety of the thousand people audience before seeing the six of you. He already knows you’ve invited Lucas, so he doesn’t question his presence, smiling at him in acknowledgement instead. You can see him take a subtle breath before speaking into his microphone.

“There’s a bright sun inside everyone, it’s up to you to discover it. I believe that when you are working hard to achieve something, you will shine brightly. Although you might not see this brightness yourself, it will show in everyone else’s eyes.” he smiles into the crowd, “And to that, I am your host Huang Renjun, presenting you all the forms of art from singing, painting, and other forms of expression which make people feel their brightest self. Please enjoy the show!” 

You’re the first to clap, Renjun smiling at you before introducing the first act. The way he carries himself and talks about art throughout the night is soothing and oh so very hot. He’s so well spoken, his words about each performance having an impact on the audience members. You’re able to see the world through his eyes. 

“Next we have a dancing duo who have been very passionate about their craft for as long as I’ve known them. Although these two have gone through a tough time due to their peers and parents doubting their abilities, I believe no matter how hard it is, if it’s the route you choose to go for, you’ll be able to p-push through till the e-end.” He pauses a bit, and you can tell he’s become a bit nervous after he stuttered.

“WOW! KNOWLEDGE IS SEXY!” You yell at him, drawing the crowd’s attention to you standing up and raising both of your hands to give him a thumbs up. Haechan and Jaemin follow your lead shouting “yea!!” and “that’s right!!” to ease up the mood. 

His shoulders relax again and he continues, “Please welcome Park Jisung and Zhong Chenle!”

About two hours pass, boredom never making its way in the plaza. Your phone vibrates with a text.

5318008

→ Full Sun: Renjun’s back must hurt from carrying this whole show damn

You hide your face in your hands to stifle your laughter, as it would be rude to laugh during a performance. You slap Haechan’s shoulder, his eyes enlarging at you in mock surprise. 

The end comes faster than all of you anticipate, the worry and anxiety hitting the four of you again.

“I hope you all have enjoyed the show so far! Now I would like to dedicate a song to someone very special to me.”

Jaemin crosses his fingers hoping Renjun won’t say Yoojung’s name.

“Accompanying me on guitar is my good friend, Lee Jeno.”

The audience applauses while Renjun stands next to Jeno who is tuning his guitar. Mark grabs your hand and squeezes it, the tension eating him alive as well. Haechan grabs Jaemin’s hand to cover his right ear, and your right hand to cover his left. 

“This is for the girl who holds a heavy feeling over my heart, as heavy as the books I hold for her.”

Haechan whispers in your ear, “Is this his way of saying ‘if you know you know’?”

You look over to Lucas and he’s cluelessly smiling at the stage. Yoojung’s face seems to remain stoic, her expression unreadable. But you know. You know that she knows. And that she’s aware of this fact. 

Renjun begins to sing as Jeno effortlessly plucks at the strings of his acoustic. The song is sweet and the emotion in his voice is intense and feathery. Even if you know this isn’t for you, in the moment you’d like to believe it is. Just until the song is over. Just until this magic night is over, you’ll be selfish, even if it’s only to yourself. 

The song begins to dwindle down, the line sung carrying a sweet connotation which causes Lucas to drape his arm across Yoojung’s shoulders. You want to scream at them to stop, just to stop until the end of the song so Renjun doesn’t have to see. But he sees. And he pauses. 

Jeno continues to strum despite Renjun’s pause. You get chills down the sides of your arms and the hair at the back of your neck stands in fear for how Renjun must feel right now. He clears his throat. The audience is a little confused. Lucas whispers to Yoojung before going outside to what you assume is the restroom. Yoojung stands up after a minute and follows him out. Renjun’s eyes are following. 

“Thank you for listening. Have a safe night everyone!” 

He hops off the stage like he did for you, except this time he’s running after someone else. The thousand pairs of eyes watch him push the heavy door, a standing ovation taking place even after he’s left. 

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