#“yeah! your bodyguard!” to “why did you do it?” me when i sob and cry and sob and cry and sob and cry and so

[jenchan-writingmultis]

Sylus SFW/NSFW Headcanons

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A/n: I wanna emphasize further headcanons for Sylus cause he got me in a chokehold, NSFW isn’t a lot cause I couldn’t think of much. I hope you like this one! Also, when I was writing this, Rafayel was on my screen saying “Babe don’t move, I wanna see if I can see myself in the reflection of your eyes” I am so sorry baby boy. Also, I apologize for the separated posts, I, once again, reached the Tumblr limit. <( •̀ᴖ•́)>

Pairing: Sylus x AFAB Reader

Not beta read!

Warning: Toxic! Relationship, Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapping, Forced Drug Usage, Exhibitionism, BDSM, Sadistic! Sylus, Cussing, Blood, SYLUS! (He gets his own warning) If there are warnings that I didn’t notice, please let me know, thank you!

Masterlist Sylus SFW/NSFW Headcanons (Part One)

Sylus NSFW Headcanons

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SFW:

✄ He wouldn’t forget about the men you keep in your life; they’re so obsessed with you that they all got impacted by your disappearance, especially Rafayel, who was the one that got you into the situation, he knows that the guy was the reason why you almost died, twice? Was it thrice? Anyways that’s too much for someone who says that they loved you for 800 years, (He’s a full-time stalker, do you think his raven wouldn’t hear your conversation when that man got hospitalized?)

✄ For his amusement... he usually tends to give them little trinkets of your possessions where they live or lets you send a message to them once in a while. Just to mess with them, after all, they're the ones who got to have plenty of time with you, and yet here you are, in his home. He considers himself the winner right now.

✄ Out of all the male leads, the one he considers to be a big threat was Lumiere, the number of times he almost got caught with you, that man is crazy. (as if he isn’t) so whenever he lets you out, he makes sure you’re not identifiable, it’s simple really, he uses a device that changes your appearance to look vastly different from your looks.

✄ In terms of Physical affection, he would do it when you still despise him, he’d force you to kiss him, planting his lips on yours while you squirm from your chains, try to bite his lips, he’ll slap your thighs with a baton, specifically your inner thighs mind you, since it hurts so much more there. Yeah, keep trying to hurt him, he’ll make sure to give it back tenfold.

✄ Does he hug you? He does, though the type of hugs he gives aren’t comfortable, it’s where you can’t move, can’t leave or squirm your way out of his hold, he’s strong enough to hold you down.

✄ Cry for him! He likes seeing your tears, angry tears, or pained tears, he doesn’t care, he just wants to see you sob. While he loves that you’re bratty, he also prefers obedient mutts as stated in the first headcanons. If he needs to punish you for that he’s very much willing.

✄ He does drug you often. He likes watching you turn into a mush, a pliant pet for him, he doesn’t take advantage of you in this state though, he just gets tired of your constant squirming when he wants your cuddle after a long day of work, he’d come back to his home, his bodyguards and servants greeting him enthusiastically (they’re forced to) while you on the other hand, just spat insult after insult to him. He would appreciate the feisty personality you have if he has the energy for it.

✄ He’d grab your cheeks in a bruising grip before he grabs a pill box, finding the right drug to put you in a state where you reciprocate his love for you, he forces your jaw open before pouring 3 pills into your mouth.

✄ “Drink” he’d ordered, you gasped, trying to push the pills out of your throat, “spit it out, you’ll regret it” his voice harsh, while he forces cold water down your throat, making sure that you drank it, the moment he lets your cheeks go, you’d be coughing and gasping for air, he drenched your shirt too cause of what he did, but he doesn’t care, you’re acting like a feral dog, be ready to be treated like one.

✄ The moment the drugs start to circulate in your system, making you tired and obedient, he’ll carry you to the bed, where you were supposed to be, but didn’t like being on since that bed reminded you that you were trapped.

✄ In times like this, he turns vulnerable, asking you to tell him how much you love him, he likes hearing it, you never told him those words, and he could only hear it when you’re drugged out.

✄ You cuddle him, breathing ragged while he traces his fingers on your back, causing you to shiver, it was cold and hot at the same time, and the only comfort you feel is when you’re pressed against his body, he is the only solace you feel when you’re in this state, and you hated it.

✄ When he tells you he loves you, you respond so eagerly, like a proper mutt.

✄ He'd plant kisses on your face, his hand gently holding your back to adjust your position on his lap. Your skin, warm from the effects of the drugs, pressed against his. Seizing the moment, he continued kissing you, his lips trailing down to your neck, where he left bites, he’d savor your whimpers.

✄ Oh, but if you mention any of the male lead’s name except for him while you’re in a dreamlike state,  he’d be fuming with jealousy, but it’s not obvious, his subtle hints would be on his body language, the way his kisses became rougher, he bites your bottom lip, breaking skin and making you bleed, if you wince in pain, he’d have a sneer on his face.  His grip on your back would go to your waist, chubby or not, he’d have you under his mercy, his hands tugging your cuffs and placing your wrists on top of your head.

“Even if your brain’s a mush you never fail to hit a nerve pretty”

✄ After you fall asleep under his “care”, he’ll take care of you, changing your outfit before he tucks you to bed, you’ll often wake up alone, but with a letter that says that he’ll be expecting proper etiquette from you next time.

✄ Does he say “I love you” to you? If you’re still mad at him, he would out of spite, He would infuse it with such sweetness that it’s guaranteed to make you angrier. Honestly, he loves seeing you try to piss him off. Keep going, love; you're at least one step closer.

✄ On the other hand, once you develop Stockholm syndrome, he won’t say it much, you didn’t become boring, he just likes seeing you desperate to please him, to get his love so he stops his affections just for you to beg for it.

✄ Is it hard to withhold loving you? Nope, it’s easy for him, he lived without your constant affection, even during the months he kept you in his home, you didn’t give him the privilege of your love, so he doesn’t mind not touching you at all, not giving you the attention you want, or the verbal affirmation if he still loved you.

✄ Once you start crying and begging, that’s where he’d hush you, petting your head before he kisses your forehead.

“I’m sorry pretty, I’m here now, don’t cry” He’d coo before you hug him as if your life depended on it.

[knightley-gambit]

[ *> He softened at the call of his name, everything he was feeling just a moment prior was nearly gone and instead replaced with some bitter emotion at learning of his role in the whole mess. Everything still hurt, but it was obvious Simon hurt as well. ]

”oh— right— in that car“

[ *> Horace sighed and looked down, it was more than that. ]

“I don’t know if you remember how many times i apologized when i tied you up, but i really didn’t want to do it”

“Yeah, you’re right, i was scared.”

[ *> he waved his hand around in a gesture. ]

“He threatened me over something. I don’t really remember what, just that I knew I had to do what he needed”

“it was something serious like that.”

[ *> he paused, there wasn’t a whole lot Horace remembered prior to the incident. nearly the whole thing was a blur aside from a few moments he’d kept for the entirety of his life. ]

“I think I was supposed to go back, home or to the studio. Can’t remember which.”

“But i—, I just couldn’t leave you there, you know?”

[ *> He turned to look at Simon, a guilty smile on his face. ]

“i really messed things up by listening, didn’t i?”

[ *> it was meant to be a jokey rhetorical question, but something in the way he said it. the wording or the tone, it told Simon that Horace would gladly accept the blame if it was pushed onto him. ]

[ *> Horace would rather Simon pin all the fault on him, hand it off to his decommissioned knight. all so that Simon wouldn’t have to live out the rest of his life with a weight on his shoulders, all so that he could live out a bit of long-sought peace. ]

{POST AAI2–BEFORE SIMEONS TRIAL/IN THE HOLDING CELLS [horace’s old cell in specific if you wanna go that way<3] also!! i typed a lot, you don’t need to match me, i wanted to set the scene a bit :] }

[ *> ‘krrshhh..’ ]

[ *> The wooden sound of a few blocks—no, pieces? rolled onto the floor just across the cell. ]

[ *> It sounded like somebody was tampering with something they shouldn’t have been, and had made a mess. ]

[ *> The pieces on the floor rolled around a bit. tumbling around. like somebody were trying to pick them up, yet was failing miserably in their task.. ]

[ *> Simeon was alone in his cell, wasn’t he? He should’ve been, and he was last time he had checked. ]

[ *> Even so, to maybe suggest otherwise, a faint teal glow emanated from the desk just across the cell where the pieces were still being shoved around and away from whatever what disturbing them. ]

— @knightley-gambit [ooooo spooky ghost horace, haunting simeon<33]

[also also, unsure if you got the notif or not but i did reply to that other thread we had going, if you didn’t wanna continue it then thats fine, disregard, i just can’t tell for my life <3]

((I DIDNT GET THE NOTIF MY BAD. AUGH.))

Simon looks up from where he was wallowing, snapping out of his daze.

Truthfully, he wouldn't have paid any attention at all if the situation were not so bizarre. He made no effort to talk to anyone at his new home other than Dogen, and even then he attempted not to embarrass himself by being too vulnerable. Being alone allowed him to process his life after he had been driven by fury, paranoia and mania. He could take things slow- and even then, it seems his heart would start to race once more. Life never truly stopped tormenting him, huh?

He slowly got up, using his experience to tiptoe without a peep. He was a child at the orphanage again, hearing some people talk about their wretched plans. Truthfully, he had never gotten rid of his overly-paranoid habits and he didn't plan to. Not now, especially not now. Everyone was out to get him in one way or another- including whoever this was.

Simon approached. Carefully, slowly, silently, until he could peek and see where this strange light was omitting from.

"...Who's there?"

[imongkoneho]

𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐋| 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐗 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐧.

Let us forget all the menacing things that Yujiro has done, and give him a sprinkle of humanity. The relationship with him in this is either romantic or platonic, you pick, reader. Cuz idgaf <33 🥰

Life hasn't been that fair to me. They hit me with the worst luck possible and give me a chance, then hitting me again. My father wanted a son, a strong, brave one but he received a daughter. Of course, he disliked that. So, he would force me to do 'boyish stuff' such as: Basketball, football and more 'boyish' activities.

At the age of 20, he forced me to go to the army and train there. He was...proud, swaying pictures at peoples face of me in my uniform, saluting.

After training, i then decided it was enough and wanted to lead my own life, of course my father was upset, but i couldn't care less. At 24, i left the army and moved to Tokyo, Japan.

I was jobless and was staying at an apartment which was small but comfortable and had everything i needed. Japan is a unique country...i would say. '5 death row convicts escaped and are on their way to Tokyo, Japan.' the lady on the TV said, showing pictures and info.

"...Did God send me here to die?" I mumbled and opened my laptop, deciding to look for a job, while listening to the news. Japan is a unique country..they have 'Yujiro Hanma, the strongest and most feared man alive'. "Strongest? Well he definitely looks strong alright." I looked at pictures of the man.

He looked Intimidating, large and muscular. On one of his pictures, he had an ear to ear smile, i blinked. "...he looks like it." I scroll more. "...5 death row convicts...another death row convict...dead person... boxing match gone wrong...death row convict escap- ugh, since when did the world become so messed up!?"

"Yujiro Hanma looking for a... bodyguard? Why would he need a bodyguard...oh." The pay was BIG, so big that i can buy this whole building. Mr. Hanma looks like he could kill. Why would he want a bodyguard anyways?

I hesitate and ponder my decisions for a minute, glancing at the pay every now and then. I groan and slap my cheeks. I need money. And so, i contact the number.

A few seconds passed by. He picked up! "...Hello?" "A woman huh?" Yujiro spoke, amused. "...uhm, yeah. I would like to-" "Do you know how to fight?" "..yes." "You're hired." "O-oh?....Is the pay really for real?" "It's a fair pay. Your are protecting the strongest man in earth."

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It has been a few months since you have been a bodyguard for The strongest man...creature on earth. It has been... exhausting. This man is literally a child inside a monster like mans body.

I think this man doesn't know what a bodyguard is, because he would make me fold his clothes, buy him food and throwing the money at me, orders me to threaten the president to do whatever.

But, the pay was large and made me live so much better than the time i lived with my father. I could afford more better clothes, food and make my apartment not look like a dump.

I had many experiences with this man, i wonder what his son is like.

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I stared at the tracker on my phone, Yujiro has a phone (which he barely use) where i downloaded a tracking app in it. 'Yujiro is in a motel again.' I thought, 'he's probably banging another girl. Damn. How does he even fit?' i shake my head, removing the thought out of my head.

I walk in and used the elevator, making my way on the floor where his room is. 'Room 23...24...25, okay.' i stood there, looking at my phone, gazing at the time.

'11:56' it read. 1...2...3. A woman came running out, crying while struggling to wear her heels. She looked at me for a second and ran away, sobbing.

Yujiro came out, half naked. "Your lunch." I faked a smile, due to my tiredness. "What happened?" I pointed with my thumb to the girl running away.

"She was too noisy. She sounds like a chew toy." He said harshly, taking the paper bag from my hand. "...of course, it's a normal human reaction." I mumbled.

"I'm not eating here, let's go." Yujiro said walking away, leaving the room open. "..sure." I quickly entered the room and saw the woman's earrings, along with a few pieces of jewelry that Yujiro left behind.

"Mr. Hanma isn't that bad after all." I hummed in delight, stealing the shiny jewels.

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I sat in my apartments rug, laptop in my lap, with Yujiro doing exercising stuff in the corner, breaking the wooden floor, leaving foot marks on it.

"You have a Gmail? I didn't know.." "Yeah. The government made it for me." He grunts, as he exercised. I made a disgusted sound as sweat rolled off his body. I scrolled through his Gmail "..You don't read your emails." "It's a waste of time."

Looking at the time, I notice that the news is on and reached for the remote, turning the TV on. On the news, the news reporter explained the prisoners who escaped.

I glanced at the man, feeling his murderous aura. His smile, amused. "You going to do something about it?" "Maybe." I hummed in response.

The door bell rang and it caught my attention. I stood up and walked to the door and opened it. "[Y/N]." "Father?" "Come home. Enough with this silly nonsense of yours, you can't live without me, look at this shithole you're living in!"

"...This shit hole, is my home. I'm more happier here than living in yours." I replied, eye twitching in annoyance. He came all the way here just to control you again? He could've asked how you've been doing all these years, like a good father would.

"That is no way of talking to your father! Come. Home. [Y/N], whether you like it or not, You still have my last name." "Fuck your last name!" I pull my hand away from him when he grabbed it, looking at him with disbelief and tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

He was much more stronger. I couldn't run away.

Then, he froze. His face turning into anger to fear, his eyes widening and his hands slowly quivering. He backed away, "W-w-who the fuck are you..?" "Who are you?" A voice from behind me spoke, his voice deep and menacing, almost like he wanted to kill my Father.

I gazed at my back, to see Yujiro. He had his hands crossed, with an eating-shitting grin. I can feel his aura, an aura that can kill. His eyes looked like it was glowing, his grin getting wider, more threatening. 

My father was a soldier too, he was pretty strong, a large man with muscles, littered with scars all over his body. He scared people with his looks. But this time, he was scared. Maybe scared isn't the right word. Petrified, he was petrified.

Even if they were the same height, it was obvious whos much more stronger. "F-fuck." He backed away like a scared puppy and ran. "Such a shame. He ran away already." He said amused, keeping his grin.

"Pussy." He said, walking away while scratching the inside of his ear with his pinky. I blinked. Did he just.. protect me from my father?

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Why do I keep watching animes with dead fandoms?

[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- Last Day Of Tour

2012

Part 25

1st July

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Liam asks sitting in my dressing room

“It’s the last day of tour. I want to be here” I reply taking in a deep breath “Alex wouldn’t want me to be as home sobbing anymore. I’ve cried, screamed, broke some shit now it’s time to get my life back on track” I look down at the A tattoo on my thumb and rub it gently.

“As long as your sure” Zayn says giving me a small smile

“I am. I erm I haven’t actually practiced any of the songs so I might forget my parts”

“If that happens then you look at us and we can help”

“Or just point your microphone to the fans they can sing your parts” Niall says cutting Liam off

“Thanks for the advice” I chuckle a little. I sit down next to Harry on the sofa and lean my head on his shoulder “thank you for the last few months. I do t know what I would have done without you all”

“You don’t have to thank us. That’s what friends are for. Is Emma here tonight?” Zayn asks

“Yeah she’s in the pit with my dad” there’s then a knock on my door and in walks Paul coving his eyes

“Are you decent?” He asks

“Yeah don’t worry” Paul then removes his hands from his eyes

“5 minutes”

“Ready?” Harry asks standing up and looking at me. I take in a deep breath and nod. He holds his hand out for me to take

“Yeah let’s go” I take his hand and we all leave my dressing room.

We arrive backstage waiting to go on. Once again Harry takes my hand and squeezes it reassuringly

“Let’s give ‘em a hell of a last show” he says to me and the other boys.

The music starts playing and I know our little intro cards are up on screen. In no time at all it’s time for us to run on stage. I run on last and hearing everyone scream is so overwhelming

“We’re like na na na, then we’re like yeah yeah yeah” we all start the song. Thankfully I do remember my parts of the song.

“How are you all doing?” Louis shouts down his mic causing everyone to scream “as you can see YN is here, she wanted to come and be here on the last day of tour, so can we all give her some love” again everyone scream and shouts ‘we love you’

“When YN said she wanted to join us on the last day we all decided we wanted to sing a tribute to Alex. So YN if you’d take a seat” Liam says as Harry brings out a stool for me to sit on “this is run” the music starts playing and I can’t stop crying during the whole song. I had no idea they were doing this. The whole time they are singing I can’t stop rubbing the A on my thumb. Once the boys finish singing I get up off the stool and hug them in one massive group hug

“Thank you” I say not into the mic, but to my family on stage

“Now I know Alex wouldn’t want us to cry and spend our last day on tour upset. He would want us to have fun. So we have rearranged our set list just for tonight. This is Up All Night”

Before we even know it our first tour is over and we’re at the airport getting ready to go back to England

“YN, over here, Harry turn around” glancing around I see a group paps coming towards us. Our bodyguards stand around us trying to block us from their view “YN, why did Alex pass away?”

“Was he ill?”

“YN did you cheat on Alex with Harry?”

“Harry are you cheating on Taylor”

“Why do they ask these questions?” I whisper to Louis

“No idea, just ignore them” Louis gives me a small smile. Easier said than done. I know this is what I chose to do with my life and no I don’t regret it at all, but sometimes it would be nice to just go about my day without having to deal with questions like this. I guess just like any job, there’s pros and cons, and paparazzi is definitely a huge con.

[taehyungday]

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓- 𝚕.𝚓𝚗

𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀…𝗃𝖾𝗇𝗈 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗋𝖾…𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗎

𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍…954

"Your boyfriend gave me unsettling vibes."

After my birthday party, this was the first thing my father said.

"However dad, he is such a great guy, and I love him." I said.

"Your father is correct, Y/n. I didn't you likeyour man, either." My mum commented.

"Jeno is shy and awkward around people at first, but once you get to know him, he is incredibly lovely and amusing. He is also a really caring person." I replied.

"I don't believe he is the right person for you." My father said and then walked out of my room.

"You should reconsider. I didn't feel safe in Jeno's presence." Before leaving my room, my mother said.

"So, what are you going to do now?" . Sana wondered.

"I'm not sure. I have no idea how Jeno will respond." I responded.

I was perplexed as to why my family disliked Jeno. He's a real darling.He is my first love . I'll never forget when he asked me to be his prom date. I couldn't believe such a famous gentleman had asked me to be his date.

Our two-year anniversary is coming up next week. My parents also urge me to end my relationship with him. Jeno hadn't contacted or texted me since yesterday, which was odd. He hadn't returned my calls or read my messages.

"I believe you should speak with him about it." Sana remarked.

"Yeah. Perhaps I should "I responded.

My phone suddenly began to ring.

Suddenly my phone started ringing.

"Hello. Is this Y/n L/n?" A female voice asked.

"Yeah." I replied.

"Your parents are involved in an accident."

"I'm sorry to tell you this, but we were unable to save your parents." the doctor said.

Blankness.

Numbness.

Nothing.

This is how I'm now feeling.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I didn't want to trust what I was hearing. They had vanished. I let go of my body and let it fall to the ground. I began to sob uncontrollably. I couldn't hold back my tears. I was feeling a little low.

Someone suddenly raised my chin with their fingers. Jeno was standing there when I looked up. I simply pounced on him and began crying on his shoulders. He returned my hug and began patting my head.

"Do not be worried, doll. I've arrived." He began to speak in hushed tones.

"Everything will turn out alright." He stated.

[2 YEARS LATER]

"Will you marry me?" I asked her.

As she bobbed her head, she had tears of joy in her eyes.

"Yes," she replied.

I pushed myself up from my knees and grasped her waist, kissing her fiercely.

"I love you." She murmured this as she leaned in for another kiss.

"You know doll, that I love you more."

[FLASHBACK]

Being the son of a wealthy CEO was not easy. People had high expectations of you. When I was born, my mother passed away. My father was usually occupied with his business. I was constantly surrounded by servants who served me. I had a lot of dishonest pals who only befriended me for the money. No one cared about me. I desired someone who would simply adore me.

But then I met her one sunny day. L/N  Y/N She was everything I was looking for in a partner. She was flawless in every way I knew that she was the one for me. I noticed her while getting McDonald's food. And that turned out to be the best decision I've ever made. While taking people's orders, she appeared vulnerable and beautiful. I felt compelled to defend her from those individuals.

She even gave me a friendly grin. She was also interested in me.

I told my bodyguards to look for her the next day.

I wanted to know everything there was to know about her.

They divulged her personal details to me. For her, I changed my private school. For her, I went to a low-cost school.

I killed all the boys who tried to talk to her for her. I killed all the scumbags who tried to bully her for her.

I even killed my father, who tried to prevent me from going to school, for her. Yes, managing a billionaire firm at the age of 17 was difficult. However, I did. I only did it for my doll. After we got married, I wanted to treat her to several luxuries.

I finally worked up the guts to ask her to prom. And she replied with a resounding YES. I had a feeling she wished for me as well.

I asked her to be my girlfriend on my graduation day. And she, of course, said yes.

She, on the other hand, was adamant about not telling her parents about our romance. As a result, I had to sneak into her house late at night in order to cuddle with her. I also hid some cameras in her room so I could keep an eye on her at all times.

Everything was well until she expressed an interest in telling her parents about our relationship. Her parents were attempting to persuade her that I was not suitable for her. My doll even attempted to defend me, but they only wanted her to end our relationship.

As a result, I assassinated them as well. And paid the doctors to declare their death an accident.

My Y/n was simply too young to realise that I was the one who had messed up her parents' lives.

But she'll never know about all the wrongdoings I've done.

"Now you're mine officially, doll. I'll never let you go cause I love you more than anything."

[miniaturetalecrown]

Hetalia Rare Pair Week Day 3 - Celebrity

Pairing: Netherlands/Ukraine (NedKraine)

Words: 1,166

@hetalia-rarepairweek

After Sour Candy had rehearsed their set, their manager, Roderich, spoke to them.

"Kateryna, I have something I need to tell you." Roderich explains.

"What is it?" Kateryna asks quietly, curling a blonde strand of hair around her finger.

"I've hired a bodyguard for you. It's for your own protection." Roderich smiles.

"Roddy, you know that Mhairi, Shannon and I can protect Katy." Erzsébet smiles at her fiancé.

"Yes, I know the four of you are close, but I don't want anyone hurt." Roderich tells them, "Anyway, I want you to meet Lars."

"You must be Kateryna, Erzsébet, Mhairi, and Shannon." Lars smiles politely.

"Yes, I'm Kateryna." Kateryna smiles back, "Erzsébet is the brunette, Mhairi is the redhead, and Shannon is the strawberry blonde."

"Anyway, Lars is here to protect you from anyone that could harm you, and Gilbert suggested him, so if there are any problems, talk to him," Roderich explains.

"Don't worry, Katy. I know Lars, and he's a great guy. We're both friends with Gilbert." Mhairi smiles.

"And he's Mathias' best friend." Shannon smiles, "You're in good hands."

"Roderich, are you sure this is a good idea?" Erzsébet asks.

"Lars is the best in the business, and both Mhairi and Shannon trust that Kateryna will be safe." Roderich reassures, "Just to let you know that Lars will be living with you, Kateryna."

"Okay." Kateryna smiles softly.

"Don't worry, it'll be like I'm not even there." Lars smiles.

"Yeah, like you won't notice someone that is six foot five and built like a bloody tank." Mhairi laughs loudly.

Lars then glares at Mhairi.

"Sorry, but it's true." Mhairi giggles, and Erzsébet and Shannon both try not to laugh.

"Ignore them." Kateryna smiles at Lars.

Later, after Sour Candy had performed their set, Kateryna hugged her bandmates goodbye before leaving with Lars.

"I have a guest bedroom that you can use." Kateryna explains as she unlocks the door to her three-bedroom apartment, "Is there anything I can get you?"

"Just a glass of water, please." Lars responds, sitting down on the cream couch.

"Sure, and please make yourself at home." Kateryna smiled as she walked into the kitchen.

Kateryna soon emerges from the kitchen with a glass of water for Lars and a box of chocolate chip cookies. Kateryna hands Lars the water and offers him a cookie.

"Thank you." Lars smiles taking a cookie, "So, I need to ask, what has happened for you to need my protection?"

"Well, long story short, my ex-boyfriend threatened me after a messy breakup. It wasn't a great relationship, and he was violent with me. That was why we broke up." Kateryna sighed, trying not to cry, "Roderich has been worried about me for about six weeks, and he's also worried about Erzsébet, Mhairi, and Shannon, as we're so close, and they'll have no qualms about protecting me."

"Kateryna, please don't worry. I'll protect you, and if he tries to hurt you, he has to get through me first." Lars reassures.

"Thank you." Kateryna sobs.

A couple of months later, Sour Candy finished their show when Kateryna's ex-boyfriend, Corey, tried to shoot her. After realising Kateryna's danger, Lars jumped in front of her, pushed her out of the path of the bullet, and took the bullet in his arm for her.

"Lars, are you okay?" Kateryna sobs, holding Lars in her arms.

"Yeah, just a bullet in the arm." Lars laughs it off.

"I know first aid." Mhairi tells them before running off for a first aid kit.

"Lars, I can't believe you would endanger your life for me." Kateryna sobs.

"Katy, I didn't just do it as your bodyguard; I did it because I love you." Lars smiles.

"What?" Kateryna gasps.

"I really do, Katy. You are an amazing woman, and I would do anything to make you happy." Lars smiles at me.

"Oh, Lars." Kateryna smiles and then gently kisses Lars on the lips.

Mhairi returns with the first aid kit and wraps a bandage around Lars' arm.

"You need to hold still." Mhairi scolds, "Katy, can you hold Lars and ensure he doesn't move."

"Right, lovebirds." Erzsébet laughs, "There are two detectives who want to speak to both of you."

"Can you ask them to wait until Mhairi has finished bandaging up Lars' arm?" Kateryna asks.

"Yeah." Shannon smiled as she went out of the room.

Once Mhairi is finished, Shannon returns with two detectives, Mathias and Gilbert.

"Hello." Mathias smiles softly.

"If you don't feel up to answering any questions, please say, and we'll stop." Gilbert smiles at Kateryna and Lars.

"No, we'll be fine." Kateryna smiles.

"So, to let you know that he's been booked into custody and that you're safe." Mathias explains, smiling softly.

"I'm glad." Kateryna smiles as Lars nods.

"So, could you explain your relationship to the shooter?" Gilbert asks.

"Well, he's my ex-boyfriend. It was a volatile relationship, and he was abusive. I left him about six months ago, and he didn't take it so well." Kateryna explains, sobbing.

"So, that was why Roderich asked me if I knew anyone who could protect you, as he never specified." Gilbert sighs, "I'm glad I mentioned Lars to Roderich."

"He's been amazing. The first night, I had night terrors and screamed; when Lars heard, he ran into my room and threatened whoever was hurting me, even if it was just a dream." Kateryna explains, smiling.

"Please don't worry, we'll get you justice." Mathias smiles, "But Gilbert and I need to leave and get back to the station."

"Thank you so much." Kateryna smiles at them.

After Mathias and Gilbert leave, Lars pulls Kateryna into a hug and kisses the top of Kateryna's head.

"How are you feeling?" Lars asks.

"Still in shock." Kateryna starts to sob again.

"Lars, you should go to the hospital to get your wound looked at." Kateryna sobs.

"If you come with me, I'll go." Lars smiles.

"I won't have you go on your own." Kateryna smiles.

The next day, after Kateryna had taken Lars to the hospital, Lars had the bullet removed from his arm and then it was stitched up and bandaged; Erzsébet, Mhairi, and Shannon visited Kateryna's apartment.

"How's the bullet wound?" Mhairi asks, sitting down next to Shannon on the couch.

"I've had the bullet removed, and it's been stitched up." Lars explains, "But Katy's been looking after me, and we're going out for dinner tonight."

"And you're not going as her bodyguard?" Shannon asks, giggling.

"Nope. It's a date." Kateryna explains.

"How exciting." Erzsébet giggles.

"I'm so excited, but we'll take it easy." Kateryna smiles.

"So, where are you going for dinner?" Mhairi asks.

"We're going to the fancy restaurant not far from here." Lars explains, "Kateryna suggested it."

"We love that place." Erzsébet smiles.

"We wanted to check on you both, but we'll let you prepare for your date tonight." Mhairi smiles before leaving with Erzsébet and Shannon.

After Erzsébet, Mhairi, and Shannon left, Lars pulled Kateryna into an embrace, and he felt her relax.

"Are you okay?" Lars asks, concerned.

"I'm fine. I'm just happy to be with you, my hero." Kateryna smiles.

[softshuji]

1:10AM | HAITANI RINDOU

Rindou waits on the edge of the bed for you while you admire yourself in the mirror for what must be the tenth time in the last two minutes. He’s leaning on his palms, his head resting against the base of his neck and his long legs thrown out in front of him, while you adjust the hem of your sundress again, turning on your heel to peer at the way the fabric flares at your waist. The dress is perfect (courtesy of Rindou again obviously, because according to him, a best friend is allowed to buy gifts for you which probably cost more than your entire week's wages) and the flats that go with it perfectly accentuate your legs. 

Rindou has known you for so long that you don’t mind the way he watches you as you adjust the neckline, and you smile at him in the reflection of the mirror. A genuine smile, a warm smile. One that speaks of the countless years of history between you two. 

He’s wearing a t-shirt, and the luminescent purple mullet has been pulled back into a ponytail. His tattoo at the base of his neck is on full display and bobs just a little whenever he swallows. 

‘Why are you taking so long?’ He groans and falls back onto the bed, watching you with his head turned to the side. His gaze is never lecherous, never perverse. It is always full of warmth, love and respect, as if you hung every star in the sky. Always soft, always gentle. There is an assortment of headbands, earrings, hair clips and dainty necklaces on the dresser, and you pick up one of these as you catch his eye in the mirror again.

‘Do you have somewhere to be Haitani? You quip and bend to pull on your flats. 

The sun is high in the sky and the heat of it pours in through the open window, the netting fluttering in the breeze. Every time it does, you see Rindou’s hair lift from his forehead, the fine strands falling to the side where his cheek is pressed to the bedspread. The room is awash with yellow and white and the clouds are stark and fluffy against the blue of the sky. It’s still early summer yet and the air isn’t pervaded by that sweltering late summer stickiness where the air feels close and stifling, begging for summer rain.

‘Yes actually, somewhere that isn’t here.’ He shoots back. His eyes follow you as you pull on a thin pink cardigan. 

‘You say that, as if this wasn’t your idea in the first place!’ 

‘Only because you begged me!’

‘You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, you know,’ you say , raising an eyebrow at him as you bend to flick his forehead, now exposed by the wind wafting in through the window.

‘Shut up, of course I’m going.’ He moves to stand, rolling off the bed. ‘Besides, I am your bodyguard.’

‘That’s a weird way to say best friend.’ 

‘Best friend? I don’t even know you.’

‘You just said you were my bodyguard,’ you say, smirking when you see the faint tint of embarrassment creep up his cheeks. 

‘Yeah whatever, let’s just go,’ he grumbles and snatches his keys off the dresser and you smile knowingly to yourself at the prospect of winning yet another battle. 

Maybe this was too much effort for a simple trip to the park in early May. Or maybe the truth was that Rindou was the sort of person you felt like making an effort for because he did the same for you in ways you couldn’t repay. 

Those awful nights when you were alone, separated by miles and drowning in solitude, when he was only a phone call away and then not. When he would pick up the phone, his gravelly, rough voice would be sluggish with sleep, and you’d hear him curse as he accidentally dropped the receiver onto his own foot. Or those nights when you’d call crying, and your words would be punctuated by hics and sobs and Rindou would be there with whatever he could think to get from the convenience store on his way over. Who’d stay with you all night if you needed him to, curled against you, sharing your warmth, his breath on your neck, rubbing circles onto your skin wordlessly. A best friend that felt closer to you than you thought humanly possible, who felt like he fit against you so well that your shapes were moulded together. 

Whatever souls are made of, yours and his are the same. 

The field just beyond the play area of the park is so much quieter that it's almost deserted, exactly how you expected it to be. The grass and thin wiry reeds are so tall they brush your legs. Rindou helps you off the back of his bike, holding out his hand as you swing a leg over, pulling down the hem of your sundress to cover your exposed legs, hiding the flush of your cheeks behind the gently fluttering strands of your hair. You’d held on tight to him, your cheek pressed against his back, feeling the muscles slide and tense when you squeezed a little too tight, your hands against the smooth planes of his abdomen, his hair tickling your nose. 

‘This it?’ He asks and holds up a hand to shield his eyes from the sun. 

You nod your assent. 

The late afternoon rays bathe the field in golden light, the sun a slash of orange and pink on the horizon. The breeze has picked up by now and the reeds brush the skin on your calves. 

‘Okay, quick climb on then,’ he says and bends at the waist, gesturing for you to climb onto his back. 

‘Um…what?’ You blush instinctively and hope that the pinkish tint on your cheeks can be mistaken for the heat sitting on your skin. 

‘Isn’t that what you wanted? This is a one time offer, Princess.’ He smiles over his shoulder, and the light coming through the strands of his hair make them seem almost lilac. 

For a second you’re unsure. Yes he’s your best friend, yes he’s the apple of your eye, yes you’re convinced he put the stars in the sky. So why does this feel so strange? Why does your heart speed up at the thought of being so close you can feel the warmth of his skin? Why is he the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, and why does it make you feel sick with longing?

You tentatively put your arms around his neck from behind, resting your chin on the curve of his shoulder as he holds your legs in place around his hips. The skin of his fingertips is rough against your bare legs and you suppress a shiver as you tense around him. 

‘Relax y/n, s’not as if I’m going to drop you.’ He turns his head to the side, his hair tickling your ear and his lips are so close, so tantalisingly close that all you’d have to do is lean forward to brush them against your own. They’re soft you imagine and your countless daydreams about kissing him give you enough fuel to think what it would be like to just bridge the distance.

He glances at your lips, the bottom one pulled by your teeth, slightly red and puckered. His throat bobs up, down, and the tattoo at the base of his neck moves with the action. You can’t hear it, but his heartbeat is so fast, the blood is rushing to his head and all he needs to do is close the distance…

And then the moment passes, and he looks away, squinting at the sun and its bright light on the horizon, hoping that his hair hides the way his high cheekbones fade to pink. 

‘Ready?’ He asks and hoists you higher on his hips so your body is flush against his back, your chest pressed against him. 

‘Y-yeah,’ you reply, shakily. You can smell his aftershave, his shower gel, even the shampoo he uses in his hair and you want to touch him so much that it makes you dizzy. You want to run your hands through his hair, put them on his bare chest, kiss the eyelashes that fall onto his cheek, kiss the corner of his mouth and work your way down and it’s so embarrassing, you think, to have these feelings for the man whose bond with you runs deeper than any romance, who would fight death for you.

He doesn’t give you any warning before he bolts down the hill, clutching onto your legs and laughing, his head thrown back as you grasp onto the front of his shirt, giggling into the crook of his neck, your legs tense around his hips.

 He trips at some point, and the two of you roll down the hill, holding onto each other as the world slips and tumbles around you, laughing against each other's skin, your hair flying in the wind, grass on your clothes and your face pressed to his chest.

When you slow to a stop, he can tell you’re smiling against his shirt. There is a few seconds of silence after the laughter dies down, and he hopes that you can’t sense or feel the way his heart is beating erratically in his chest.

Rays of light burst through the clouds over his shoulder and yet you feel no need to get up, and if you could stay here, nestled in his warmth, his arm around you and his breath fanning your hair, you would. 

There is no surer thing in the universe than him. 

‘Come on Princess, up you get,’ he says, holding a hand out as he makes to rise. There’s grass clinging to his clothes, and he brushes it off absent-mindedly as you walk hand in hand back to the bike. He brushes your knuckles every so often and your stomach thrums every time he achingly traces his thumb over each individual knuckle. 

The bike dips when you both sit. You, with your arms around his middle, squeezing tight, your cheek pressed to the muscle of his back, and him, leaning forward and chuckling as he revs the bike. You can feel every shift of muscle, even the tense of his thighs, the slip and slide of his shoulders under his shirt, the deep rumble of his laugh when he goes just a little too fast and you hide your face in him. 

By the time you’re home, the need for sleep has crept up on you. Rindou can tell by the way your head nods and you seem to sink into the thin cardigan that does nothing to protect you from the evening chill. You clutch onto his arm, your brow furrowed and your speech slurred and the effort it takes for you to drag one leg in front of the other is immense. 

He takes the initiative, and lifts you, hoisting you up into his arms, your legs resting on his forearm and nudges the door closed as you step inside. From there, he slips off his shoes and takes you to the bedroom, slipping into the bed next to you, as he is prone to doing, pulling the covers up till they’re just resting on the curve of your bare shoulder.

You inch closer, till your arms are flat on his chest, your cheek now firmly nestled in the hollow crevice in the middle. You can hear his heartbeat, can feel the warmth of his skin and his breath on the crown of your head, even more so when he pulls you closer with one hand on the small of your back. 

‘Rin?’ You look up at him through your lashes, your eyes now droopy and sluggish with sleep. You’re so close to him, so close that you can see the minor scratches and cuts from places the razor has slipped in the morning, the small crease of his brows that’s partially hidden by the fringe of his mullet.

‘Yeah?’ His tattoo bobs up and down as he swallows, his tongue thick and heavy in his mouth.

‘I had a good time,’ you say and perhaps it’s the sleep pressing firmly down on you, the blanket of warmth that comes from behind at home, in the arms of your best friend in the whole world, but you want to kiss him, and you suck in a breath as you glance at his lips, soft and supple and pliant, the lightest pink. 

His jaw clenches and something inside him stirs, and it really isn’t his fault, he thinks. You’re so pretty, so kind and sweet, and fun and loving and you make him feel like he is the only man in the world, the only man worth looking at, and it would be so easy to just bridge that distance and close that gap. 

You feel something against the inner part of your thigh, and without looking down, you know what it is. 

‘Don’t…’ he says in a breathy whisper. ‘I want to… but we shouldn’t.’ And the rejection (or what feels like rejection) comes to you so quick that it’s like a metal wall slamming down on you. You hardly have time to register the way his lips tremble before Shame pools in your gut. You swallow the lump forming in your throat, hoping your hair hides the red on your cheeks, hides the tears gathering in your eyes. 

He wants to, he really does. But is losing a lifetime of friendship worth it when he knows he can’t be the man you deserve, the one who comes home every day without cuts and bruises? The man who comes home every day full stop. 

You slide off him, your lips pinched, the tears on your lash line, the hem of your now crumpled sundress gathered in your shaking hands. 

‘Y/n…’ he says, his voice now laced with panic, his hair now spiky from the one end where he had creased it against the pillow. ‘Y/n wait, please just listen-’

The first sob rips its way out of your throat as you race from the room and Rindou panics, knocking over your lamp on the bedside table as he rushes after you to no avail. By the time he’s righted it, you’ve left the house, wiping your tears with your wrist, your choked sobs so loud, so painful that it makes you dizzy. 

You don’t look back, don’t spare a glance over your shoulder even as you hear your name called from the door in a frenzied shout.

Rindou leaves for his shared apartment with Ran just as night falls, after having spent the better part of the evening looking for you, calling your name in the street, dialing your phone, even as the streetlights flickered to life, and he saw his shadow splayed out underneath him in the artificial orange glow. 

It’s only when you’re sure he’s gone, when Ran has all but confirmed that Rindou had come back, slamming doors and hissing at him, that you venture back home. The tears are dried on your face and there’s a tightness in your skin that can only have come from crying so long and hard, and every movement feels like a small crack in marble. 

You shift in the bed that smells so horribly like him and scroll through the pictures in your gallery, ignoring the barrage of messages, the explosion of missed calls and panicked voicemails. There is you and him on your birthday. There was you and him on Christmas when he had tripped in the snow and you had laughed and snapped a picture and sent it to Ran so the two of you could share the love and the laughter of the person who meant more to both of you than anything ever could. You smile even now, and the action brings a fresh new wave of pain, now dull and throbbing. 

But sleep comes to you still, and though it is fretful and lonely and plagued by dreams, by the time you wake, the jagged edges of pain have softened into smooth tendrils of heartbreak. The ache in your chest persists however, and it takes a significant amount of makeup to cover the shadows under your eyes as you leave to get the groceries you desperately need.

 Despite it all, your fingers hover over his contact many times throughout the morning. It would be easy to call. You’ve no doubt he’d pick up. Just to hear his voice, hear him mumble on the other end of the line and your sniffles would feed down the receiver and his heart would clench with both guilt and anxiety till he was pouring his apologies out to you. Would it make you feel better? Maybe not,but you’d get to hear the rough rasp of his morning voice, and you’d just know he was there, as he always is.

What exactly were you angry at? That he didn’t feel the same? Or that he did and that it wasn’t enough? That you weren’t allowed to have what other people took for granted all the time? That the one person whose love you craved like water in the desert, was the one thing you couldn’t have?

You sniffle again, and pick up a bunch of bananas when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

You spin, and the bananas fall from your hand into the basket with a thud when you see Rindou’s towering figure standing in front of you. 

There are dark rings under his eyes and his hair stands in tufts, slightly to the side from where it pressed against the pillow as he slept fitfully, his head swimming with thoughts of you.

Perhaps, it's spite, perhaps it’s because you’re angry and upset and your heart is hanging on by a thread, but you turn away from him and continue inspecting the bananas, even as your lip wobbles and you have to bite on it to keep yourself in check. The supermarket is quiet at this time, and the only sound is the whir of the refrigerators and the clicking as items are scanned at the till point.

‘Y/n will you talk to me?’ he says and the desperation leaks out of his voice as it trembles. He moves to take your basket instinctively but you turn, hanging your head so that he can’t see the fresh wave of hot tears forming.

‘What's there to say Rindou?’ You drop the bananas into your basket and move along down the aisle, your hand skimming over products you have no interest in, just for something to focus on that isn’t him. You clear your throat, hoping your voice doesn’t betray you when you’re not quite sure how to feel and this strange sensation of both yearning and anger is foreign in you, so much so that it takes every ounce of willpower not to let another choked sob escape your throat when all you want is to weep.

‘I’m sorry Princess.’ And there is no playful lilt, no smile, no teasing or cockiness in it. It’s hoarse and worried and hushed and from the scratchy roughness of it, you can tell he’s smoked a few cigarettes before he got here. 

Though they did nothing to ease his nerves and he still clenches his fists, his hands tight with pressure and tension, as if there are sparks just below the surface. 

‘I’m sorry, I was stupid. So stupid.’ He furrows his brows and his tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth, slack and unyielding. And even though you’re hurt, and the pain is still spiky and fresh and worming its way through your stomach, you know in your heart that you’ve already forgiven him, that you’d done so almost immediately and that you’d do it regardless of the outcome of this conversation. But still, you want him to feel it, just a fraction of the pain. 

‘Very stupid-’ you say, just to drive it home.

 It's a testament to your love for him that even though you’re angry, even though the pain is still a throbbing thing uncomfortably nestled in your chest, you can’t bring yourself to snap at him. Because you are irrevocably and hopelessly in love and you know life is too short not to make it known, not to love him the way he deserves.

‘Yes I’m very stupid thanks Y/n-’ he retorts without thinking, berating himself. But his heart lifts just a slight when he sees you snort and hold your sleeve to your nose to hide both the tears and the giggles. You can’t help it. You laugh, and your skin cracks with the action, a remnant or parting gift from the tears dried on there, and it feels so wonderful that he is so him, that he is just so unapologetically him. 

‘That’s an understatement-’ 

You can’t help but snort again at the way he cocks his head to the side, tutting at your interruption when he’s very obviously on a roll.

‘I’m an idiot, and I don’t deserve you at all, and I was scared and I don’t want to disappoint you-’ he rambles and fiddles with a cigarette lighter he’s fished out of his pocket. Why is it so hard for him to look at you now? 

‘Rindou-’ And it’s your turn to furrow your brows.

‘-but I love you,’ he says in an almost imperceptible whisper that you swear no one could hear over the drone of the electricity, the buzz of fridges and scuff of feet on linoleum, but you. You’d know his voice anywhere. You’d pick it out from billions.  You know him like the lines on your hand and perhaps that is what it means to have a soulmate. To know them better than you thought possible to know a human.

‘Does this mean…?’

‘Yes. Yes it does.’ He nods fervently, eager to right what he’s done wrong. ‘I love you, and I want to try.’

The pain withers, the edges of it curling back like leaves in autumn and you feel yourself softening in a way that brings fresh tears to your eyes. It’s not as if you haven’t heard it before from him. You have. Just not in this way. You try to fight the watery smile and even though your lips tremble, you think you might be okay, he might be okay, and yesterday suddenly seems so trivial compared to this.

‘Princess?’ His eyes are wide with worry.

You take a shaky breath and the tension seeps out of your skin. It’s nothing, you realize. It’s all nothing compared to the vast expanse of love between you, compared to the years that are so full and bursting with memories. Would you really both be okay with losing that just because you were scared of taking a leap of faith? 

‘I love you too Rindou,’ you say and it feels like the easiest thing in the universe, so effortlessly rolling off your tongue, so easily said that everything else, every risk and possible fear seems so inconsequential. 

He blushes and looks at the linoleum floor and then at you, sighing, his shoulders suddenly sagging as the tension and stiffness seeps out of his bones.

‘Here.’ You thrust the shopping basket at him to hold and he puts a hand to his chest in fake outrage. ‘Hold this, since you’re my boyfriend now and all.’ You flash him a cheeky smile and Rindou’s heart does a dangerous thing as he takes it from you. There is no echo of worry this time, no wavering smile that threatens tears. Only love and endless admiration, persisting between you, as it always does.

a/n:... so. This is based off a dream I had that happened exactly like this. I love Rindou so much can you tell? my specialist most pretty star in the sky. I hope you all enjoy this anyways, I'm trying to be more consistent and give more thought to maybe opening a patreon or ko-fi. As always, likes and reblogs much appreciated! for u my sweet rin.

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[tartagliad]

You're gone without telling them (ft. Diluc, Childe, and Albedo)

summary: you have an adventure that is almost 3 days, but you didn't tell them you were leaving

gn reader!

warning(s): angst(?), comforting reader

(A/N: first angst in this blog...ehe, i hope you guys enjoy it..)

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Diluc:

At first, Diluc thought you would come late that night.. But you didn't

He is literally P A N I C K I N G

Firstly, he will look for you in the city, so he would ask the local people if they saw you

He even ask The Adventurers Guild where you've been

Unfortunately, the people in the city didn't know where you are

Then he would look for you at Windrise, Starsnatch Cliff, and even Stormterror's Lair

But the results...none

He's so lost and devastated when walking back to the winery

A lot of things when through his mind.. 'have you already had enough of him?', 'did you leave mondstadt because of him?', and so on

Diluc couldn't sleep without you

It doesn't feel the same without you

Your laugh, your smile, your hugs...he missed it (please take care of this man when you're back :) )

He sometimes didn't leave his room because he knew that you weren't gonna be there..

Minute by minute, his day turned worsen without you, he didn't even do his work properly...poor boy :(

After 3 days, you suddenly came back to Dawn Winery

There were bruises and bandages all over you..

As soon as you enter the winery, you immediately go to your room to find Diluc

Well, luck for you he hadn't leave the room for 3 days..

When you opened the door, he immediately HUG you

Dear archons how tight he was hugging you, like..he wouldn't to let go <3

"Where have you been? Why didn't you tell me?" Diluc asked, tears running down his cheecks

"Sorry... i forgot to tell you... i was on a commission to Dragonspine.." you answered

He was really scared because he think he'll lose you

Diluc literally just hold you there, just feeling your warmth and scent..it reassures him that you're there

He'll attend your wounds too, Diluc tries to do it softly so it didn't cost an unnecessary pain to you

Diluc literally didn't let you go for weeks

He even offers you to come and visit him at work in Angel's Share

He's LITERALLY so touchy when you're both are in private

When you wake up.. expect yourself waking up in his strong arms..

If you had a commission, he'll come and accompany you

DONT suddenly hide from him when you're on a commission with him.. fr, you once did that and boy... he almost had a heart attack :")

So yeah... you have your own bodyguard now i guess.. :/

"Hey, where are you going? Another commission? I see.. allow me to come with you, I wanted to make sure that you're safe.."

Childe:

Dear archons... he literally lost it

Childe literally panicked as soon as he stepped into the house without you in it

He'll literally looked for you EVERYWHERE

Day and night.. he doesn't care if he accidentally hurt someone, he just wants you back

Every second past.. he's getting more stressed

He's trying to be confident every time he went to a new place... but his confidence got crushed over and over again

When he got home, Childe is literally crying

There are a lot of negative thoughts roaming around his mind

One specifically is that the fatui kidnapped you..

Boy if he finds out you're in the fatui's hands... he is literally gonna end all of them

Day and night goes by Childe gets lonelier

He tries to relief the stress by battling some monsters...but it doesn't work

He doesn't even try to leave the house to see the sun on the other day :(

He's just lying in bed crying himself to sleep and drown himself in his mind..

After 3 days, you’re back to the house you guys were sharing..

You opened the door to your house

Instead greeted by your loving partner... the house were rather cold and dark

The lights isn’t turned on, the curtains are closed, and the furnitures looks like it hasn’t been used in awhile

Then suddenly, you here a silent sob coming from your shared room

You immediately rushed to the bedroom, there you see Childe under the blanket.. crying :(

Childe didn’t know you were there

So you approach him, careful not to scare him

Once you near him, you slowly open the cover to reveal your boyfriend

His eyes are red and puffy because who knows how long he cried

“Hey love, I’m back” you said in the most soothing voice you could ever do and run your fingers through his hair..

He literally sent back to reality when he heard your voice and he immediately hug your body, trying to feel the warmth from you

“I- I thought you were gone for good...please..please dont ever do that again”, he said crying into your shoulder

You nodded and hold him closer to you and feel his body

He was so relieved that your back.. he couldn't imagine a life without you

From that day, he’ll LITERALLY follow you everywhere in the house like a lost puppy .-.

He wants to make up the time when you’re gone

Man is literally won’t let you go after what happend

When you guys are in public, he’ll hold your hand and keep an eye on you... this mf istg

“What? its not my fault that I’m like this, you did this to me so you have to deal with it. And don’t leave me like that again or else I’ll have to put a leash on you”

Albedo:

Although he always spends his time in Dragonspine, he always comes home to hangout with you or maybe accompany you on your adventures

He was already done with his experiments, so he decided to come home early and eat dinner together

It was still 6 p.m, so you probably wont be home until like 7 or 7.30

So as expected, he would be home alone for sometime

Albedo prepares a nice dinner for the two of you, it's not really that many because he doesn't like eating big portions of food.. and you too

It's already 7.30 and you haven't came home yet.. Albedo started to worried

He knew that you were a skilled adventurer, but.. will you be okay?

So Albedo waits for you to get back until midnight.. he fell asleep when waiting for you because he was so tired

Albedo opened his eyes and scanned the room to look for signs that you were home

Unfortunately there aren't

He literally panicked.. he rushed out and go look for you

He asked the knights if they saw you yesterday, but sadly they didn't

He was lost and don't know where you were..so he asked Kaeya to help him :")

Both of them split up at first, Albedo went to Windrise and Kaeya went to Starsnatch Cliff

Both of them try to look for you in Dragonspine.. but nothing either

Albedo started to think if you were already left him for good..

He started to feel exhausted but he still wanted to look for you

Kaeya said to Albedo that he should take some rest while he continues to look for you, but your boyfriend refuses

It was already midnight and they still couldn't find you

He almost collapse because he didn't even rest and eat.. :(

So Kaeya ended up dragging him back to your shared home, put him to bed and left a note that he will go and report to the knights

The next day, he woke up alone in the shared bed

He tries to distract himself in his work.. but he still feels sad

Albedo really missed your presence, he's scared that you wouldn't come back to him

As time passes, his day grew worse and empty.. he feels tired and so stressed without you.. :") help this man pls

After a few days, you came back home with some scars on your body...

You came back from your so called commission (it's somewhere around Mingyun Village and Guyun Stone Forest) ._.

When you opened the door.. there you see your boyfriend's figure trying to distract himself with some little experiments

"Hey Albedo.." you said

Albedo immediately looked in the direction of your voice came from

He turned around and see your figure

He wanted to cry, he wanted to shout at you that you didn't tell him where you were going

But he's the type of person that can't form emotions to words, so he approaches you and hugged you VERY tightly </3

"..I- I...miss you..." he murmured, you could barely hear it

The room was filled with his silent cries.. he now felt more relaxed that you were here

And so he prepared some food for you and treat your wounds

Tomorrow? well, you're not going to leave the man's sight for a whole week :/

If you had a commission? he'll come with you

This boy is literally clingy when both of you are home

Overall....cute protective boyfriend :3

"Nice try leaving my sight... you're not going anywhere without me, I wanted to make sure that you're safe.. Hey, I care about you yk.."

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(A/N: hey guys, sorry I didn't upload in days cuz i have school and practices to attend.. anyways i think i kinda overwrite albedo's (?) well funfact i kinda took it from the dream i had..as his sister tho...so yeah...let me know what you think..if wanted to talk or request something feel free to do so.. okay? bye byee)

If you wanted to request, here are the rules that you need to read.. ehe

[masonmyluv]

The bodyguard ~ part 1

Mason Mount x reader

Contains angst and fluff

“You pepper-sprayed me!" Mason yelled.

"Of course I did! You came in while I was changing!" You yelled back.

"It was an emergency" he said.

"Emergency my ass! You thought you heard a glass broke. You're being paranoid" you rolled your eyes at him.

"I swear to God-"

"Get the fuck out!" You tried to push him out of the door, but he was a 6 feet 4 muscley brick wall so your attempts failed. "I'm here to protect you and you'll thank me one day" he huffed, leaving the room in a hurry and slamming the door shut. You collapsed on the floor, breaking into sobs and tears. After 3 months of him being 24/7 near you as your bodyguard, you thought things would look differently. You thought he changed but I guess he couldn't feel any emotion besides anger and coldness.

You replayed the scene in your head all night, not being able to sleep after another unhappy encounter with him. Why did you have to endure all of this? Oh yeah, because your father was the head of the Mafia and you were an easy target. And your idiotic of a brother was working with him and got the brightest idea to hire a bodyguard for you. An ol' friend of him who was in the army. Bullshit. You didn't need protection. You knew how to fight, you had a pepper spray always with you so why did you need a bodyguard? Just to drive you nuts with his stubbornness? No thanks.

*Mason's pov*

I left the room before I lost control and did something I would regret later. I've locked myself into the gym, punching the shit out the boxing bag to ease my nerves. No one else... damn! No other woman could drive me this crazy. I hated it so much... but also loved it... Stop! What am I thinking? Punch. Kick. Punch. She was dragging me to the edge of my patience day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute of the time spent with her, guarding her. I could've refused the offer, but Jack had been my best mate in the army and I couldn't turn him down. Not after he saved my life, but no one knew that.

My knuckles already had bruises on them from the hard punching. I. Hate. You. No. I hate me. For not being the bodyguard she saw in me. I stopped before I hurt myself further and made a quick walk to the bathroom on the hallway. Of course I had an en suite bathroom, but I wanted to pass by her door. See if she was alright. Of course she wasn't, you just yelled at her like an idiot after she built her trust in you. I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard her crying. I felt awful, being the reason behind her sadness. I inhaled a deep breath and continued my way for a short distance. Because, without me acknowledging it, my legs carried me to her door and my finger knocked on the door. She didn't respond, yet the sobs couldn't be heard anymore. Not fooling me this easy, princess.

I opened the door anyways, preparing myself for another pepper spray and I was damn right. She was there with the can in her hands, aiming in to my face. "You really like seeing me hurt don't you?" I asked her with a small smile. "I don't. I don't wish that to anyone. Not even to my worse enemies" she replied. For a spoiled child, she was pretty wise. "What do you want?" She asked coldly. Coldness, not the usually happiness I heard in her voice every day. "I came to check on you" I said. "I didn't know you cared about others then yourself" she said and I allowed myself to smile. "You don't know me princess" I replied cooly. Her eyes searched for any form of emotion on my face, after falling on my bruised hands. "Oh my God, what happened?" She asked, throwing the spray away and taking my hands in hers. That soft, simple touch drove me crazy. "I hope you didn't get into a fight with someone" she said like a mother would scold her child. "You sound like my mom" I said amused, but cleared my throat when her eyes shot up to my face in shock. I've never opened to anyone about my family or my past. "A fight with the punching bag" I said quickly. "Come on" she said, dragging me inside as we were still at the door.

*your pov*

I used my first aid kit to clean the bruises, to which he winced in pain. "Sorry" I said softly, bandaging them carefully. I knew he was watching me all the time, I always felt when he looked at me and it was a strange feeling. "I didn't know you cared" he said. The jerk is back. "You don't know me enough, darling". His face fell at the nickname, just the reaction I was looking for. We stood in awkward silence for a few moments, until he spoke up, shocking the hell out of me.

*Mason's pov*

"I'm sorry" I mumbled. "I didn't quite catch that" she said, patting her ear. That little brat. "I said I'm sorry. About earlier. I shouldn't have come in" I said louder this time. "It's fine. It's not like anything you never seen before" she shrugged. She was damn right. All the times she walked in the skimpiest bikini to the garden pool made my cock hard as fuck. Or the time she got stuck in a dress at a shop and I had to come to the rescue and she was only in her purple panties. I wished I could touch her in that moment, feeling her soft soft skin under my callused hands, palm her breasts and... It's not the moment to think about that now. "Tell me about your mother" she suddenly said. "There's not much to say" I shrugged. "She died when I was 7. Father left when she told him she was pregnant. An uncle raised me but he died while I was in the army" I said. She didn't say anything, and the next thing surprised me. She hugged me. Not out of pity, but for comfort. My comfort and hers. She had a place where all the worries disappeared. That place was in my arms. I hugged her back, pulling her closer into my chest when her body started trembling, meaning she was crying. But now I was here to comfort her, and yet I didn't know what to say. I just hugged her tighter while she let all the worries and stress of the past days flow away. Even I surprised myself when I kissed the top of her head and she sucked a deep breath, pulling away a moment to look into my eyes. "I... I don't hate you" she said even though I never asked. "I just wanted you to know this" she said blushing. "I don't hate you either" I said softly, brushing the remaining tears on her cheek with my thumb. "But I do hate your stubbornness sometimes" I smiled down at her. "Aaaand you ruined the moment" she scoffed. "What's your greatest wish?" I asked. "Find true love. But something that won't take that much, probably go away from all this bullshit. Even a vacation. 4 days. I don't need more. I just want to forget what family I live in" she sighed. "That sounds good" I said, pulling the best neutral face to hide my enthusiasm. "Yeah. Though it won't happen very soon so all I can do is dream" she sounded sad. "Speaking about dreams... it's 1 am and if somebody finds us, we'll be in great trouble" I said. "You're right. Night Mason" she said, pressing her lips to my cheek in a 3 seconds kiss. "Night princess" I said, making sure she was tucked in bed before I exited the room. What did just happen?

Hope you like it 🥰 Any feedback is appreciated 🦋

[24hlevi]

can i just say that i've just finished reading that angst headcanons/imagines/scenarios or whatever it's supposed to be called about the boys reacting to y/n dying and i'm just...i'm just a sobbing mess.

it's well-written so 1000/10 for that, but whY MUST YOU ATTACK MY HEART IN THIS MANNER???? i love your work, but my poor heart ack-

btw is there any possibility to ask for a request for a same scenario but for kazutora, mitsuya, and hanma? like for kazutora's part, imagine if it wasn't yknow who died but its y/n 🥲

omg you’re so nice first of all thank you 😭 and OMG YES

TR Boys Reaction To You Dying Pt. 2

Tokyo Revengers Boys (Kazutora, Shuji, & Takashi) X Gn!Reader

Genre: Pure Angst

Warnings: Swearing, Suicide (kind of? it’s what happened to baji did so idk what to label it as 🤷‍♂️)

Hanemiya Kazutora:

All Kazutora could think was that it was all his fault that this happened. He was too caught up in his own world that he didn’t even know what he was doing anymore. He didn’t even know you had shown up to the fight until he stabbed you instead of Baji.

“Y/n?” Kazutora asked, dropping the knife immediately when he saw you standing between him and Baji, blood dripping onto the ground below you. He completely froze, not knowing what he had just done or why he even did it. “Baby, are you okay?”

You held onto the stab wound, coughing up blood as you looked at your boyfriend. “I just wanted you…to stop.” You choked out before collapsing to your knees.

Everyone had stopped and was watching you by now, shocked that you had even protected Baji from both sides when your whole body landed on the car below you. Spitting blood out of your mouth, you laid on your back, staring up at the blue sky that was dusted with white clouds.

“Y/n!”

You heard multiple people yell your name, but you couldn’t even tell who it was until you saw Kazutora kneeling beside you. “Y/n! Keep your eyes open, okay?!”

You shook your head from side to side, raising your hand to put it on Kazutora’s face before quietly speaking, “Give it to me, the knife.”

“What? Why? Look, Y/n you just gotta stay awake okay?” Kazutora spoke fast, clearly freaking out on both the outside and inside, not even caring about the gang fight anymore.

“Hand it over, Kazutora.” You said his full name which caused him to go quiet, staring down at you with saddened eyes before handing you the knife that already had your blood on it. “Thank you, babe. I love you.” You told him.

“I love you too, Y/n.” Kazutora said to you.

You bundled up your shirt at the top, putting it in your mouth so you had something to bite down on before plunging the knife into your stomach and twisting it around, then pulling it back out and dropping it.

Kazutora wrapped his arms around you and held you close to him as you lived your last moments, and he couldn’t even say anything. “I’m sorry, Y/n. I always will love you.” Was all he said after you died.

Kazutora then took the blame for killing you, resulting im him ending up in jail again but he wasn’t angry about it. He was just sad. So sad that he didn’t even try to get out of jail and get back into the gang life. He just sat around, continuously saying,

“It’s all my fault.”

Hanma Shuji:

Shuji swore that he would never allow you to get hurt while he was away doing gang activities that he didn’t want you included in. That’s why he always had someone beside you and a bodyguard to make sure you would always be safe. But even then, it didn’t work.

It was half past 1 in the morning when Shuji’s phone rang while he was with the other Valhalla members, beating up some random other gang member. Shuji stopped punching the other male, standing up straight and took his phone out of his pocket and opened it, answering. “Yes?”

“Shuji…”

Shuji’s breath hitched when he heard your shaky and quiet voice, and he immediately knew that something was wrong. “Y/n? Where are you, darling? Is something wrong?”

“I’m…at home. B-But someone..got in.” You tried your best to reply, but it was coming out shaky and slow. 

“I’ll be there in five minutes. I promise, baby. Okay? I love you.” Shuji told you before turning around and looking at everyone, taking the phone away from his ear. “Kazutora, you’re in charge until I get back, understand? As for everyone else, just do what you’re told.” He said to everyone, proceeding to then walk out and make his way onto the streets when he started to sprint down the different roads. 

Now he was just making sure that he made it to your place in five minutes like he said he would, which usually he would be able to do easily, but he was more determined now that he had heard something had gone wrong whilst he was away. Upon reaching your place, he saw the front door opened already and he quickly rushed inside. “Y/n?! Baby, where are you?!” He called out as he started to run through every room in the house. 

He finally made it to your room where you laid on the floor, a puddle of blood beneath you as you were taking shallow and slow breaths. “Y/n!” Shuji yelled out your name, going over to you and kneeling down beside you. He grabbed you and lifted you up, holding you in his arms as he checked for your pulse. When he felt it he let out a sigh of relief but it was very weak and barely noticeable which made him realize he probably only had a few more moments with you. 

“I’m sorry, Y/n. For not being here when I should have. I’m so fucking stupid, I should have just stayed here with you. I’m sorry, darling. I’m sorry.” Shuji said to you, his voice cracking halfway through as tears welled up in his eyes.

You looked up at him and smiled lightly despite you dying in his arms. “It’s okay, Shuji. Don’t...blame yourself. I still love you.” You had never seen the boy cry before, that’s how you knew that he did really love you, that he wasn’t just saying it so he could manipulate or get things from you. 

“I love you too.” Shuji whispered out. 

Soon enough, your head went limp and your eyes were stuck open, all of the life drained from your face as blood dirtied the floor and Shuji’s clothes. “Y/n? Y/n? Wake up, please.” The boy pleaded to your now deceased body, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to get you back. Not ever again. 

Shuji became what you would have never wanted him to become, a terrible person who killed anyone if they even looked at him the wrong way, and most importantly, one that drank all of his feelings after the day was over, crying to himself over your death still. 

Because he would never get you back. And he regretted that the most.

Mitsuya Takashi:

Takashi was the most important person in your life, just like you were to him. He had told you on multiple occasions that he wanted to be with you forever. And he thought it would really happen. Boy, was he wrong. So, so wrong. 

You two were walking down the busy street, eating street food while going inside stores and just admiring the night scenery. Everything was going perfectly normal, until it all changed within a few seconds. 

“Hey, babe?” Takashi said, looking over at you.

“Yeah?” You repled. 

“Do you wanna get married some day in the future?” 

The question that came out of your boyfrien’s mouth shocked you, and you didn’t know how to reply. You both were still teenagers, how the hell were you supposed to know? “Only if it’s you I’m marrying.” You aswered with a smile. 

Takashi smiled back and pressed his lips against yours before pulling away quickly after. “Same here.” He told you. 

Suddenly, car tires screeched on the black cement road and one zoomed around, an all black van. It’s windows opened and guns pointed out of them before they started to fire. Takashi quickly wrapped his body around you and covered you with his, not even caring if he would end up getting killed because of it. 

After the car drove off, Takashi looked at you and asked in a frantic voice, “Y/n, are you okay?”

You looked at him, then down to your side, shaking your head as you spat out blood. Takashi’s eyes widened as he yelled out your name, but you had collapsed onto the ground, grabbing at your abdomen where the gunshot wound was, blood beginning to soak through your clothes and onto the sidewalk below you. 

“No, no, no. Y/n! Stay with me!” He yelled, taking his phone out of his pocket and about to call the polce when you grabbed his hand, stopping him. “What?”

“Don’t. It’s okay.” You told him, a small smile on your face. 

“It’s not okay! I can’t lose you! We-We just talked about getting married some day!” The boy continued to yell.

“Maybe...in another life, we will.” You spoke barely above a whisper, your vision starting to darken and turn blurry. “I love you, Mitsuya Takashi.”

“I love you too, Y/n.” Takashi replied to you but you didn’t respond. “Y/n?” He reached his hand over and shook you gently, and when you didn’t move he looked at your face, then realizing that you were gone. He sat on the ground, and put his hands over his face, beginning to cry. 

Takashi cried and mourned over your death everyday, despite people telling him to move on. He just couldn’t. He would never be able to find someone he would love like he loved you. He knew that. So that’s how it remained the rest of his life. Lonely, and depressed. 

[idy-ll-ique]

Sweet Little Love.

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Lil Angst

Warnings: brief mention of violence

Requested: nope

Summary: The Y/L/Ns are a well-off family in New York, and are good friends with Sam Wilson. One day Y/N is threatened by a stalker and needs a bodyguard, so Sam suggests Bucky. Bucky doesn't want to do it; the last thing he wants is to deal with a spoiled, bratty rich girl for a whole month. The only thing is, Bucky has terribly misjudged her and now he can't help falling in love with her.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! the last scene is just a small bonus crack!scene sjsjsjs lmao, enjoy!

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If there was one type of person Bucky liked, it was someone who was kind, polite, helpful and caring… and Bucky knew the person he was going to work for was going to be none of those things. "Sam, come on, man, I don't want to do this," Bucky groaned as he followed his best friend down the street. "I already promised, Bucky."

"Why did you?! I don't want to spend my whole day around spoiled little brats, they're the worst!" Bucky threw his hands up in surrender. "Okay, number one: You have to look after only one person and number two: Why don't you just meet her once? Then you can decide for yourself, how about that?"

Bucky had been hired by one of Sam's friends, Mr Y/L/N, as a bodyguard for his daughter. He didn't know the daughter at all; but the one thing he was sure about was that she was going to be a pain in the ass for him, like in every single movie about rich girls and bodyguards. Mouthy, petty, sassy, rude…

He was in no mood to deal with someone like that.

Ms Y/L/N, he assumed, had been sent some threats over a week ago by a stalker and so the poor father was worried sick as he frantically searched for bodyguards. Sam was also informed and before he knew it, James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes was hired. To be honest, the Y/L/Ns were paying a lot so… since he had given up Avenging, the income would be great.

Plus, she only needed protection for around a month or so. Speaking of the daughter, how old was she even going to be? Maybe a child below 10? A rebellious teenager? Who knows? "Alright, stop here. She's supposed to be here somewhere, let me call Y/L/N." Bucky huffed and looked around the crowded streets as Sam contacted the father.

That's when his eyes landed on a lady. She was beautiful; wearing what looked like a tennis skirt and a university hoodie, along with sneakers. Her hair was pulled into a braid and she had a bright smile on her face. Bucky blinked twice and watched. Her body or clothes didn't catch his attention, but her actions sure did.

She was chatting with another, older woman who had coffee spilled all over her white tee. The young lady was holding a baby in her arms, bouncing the sweet child as the older woman hurriedly tried to clean her clothes. Through his super-soldier hearing, he caught their conversation. "I'm so sorry to bother you like this," the woman sighed.

"It's okay, ma'am, you are not a bother. You were clearly in need of help and you know how New York is…" Both women giggled. The older woman soon left with her child but the young lady continued standing there, looking around, as if waiting for someone. Probably a boyfriend, Bucky thought.

"Why is he not picking up?!"

Bucky rolled his eyes at Sam before looking over at the pretty lady again, who had started bouncing back and forth on her heels, glancing everywhere. That's when a loud wail echoed above the already busy street. The lady's eyes snapped towards the voice before she took off running towards a little boy who had tripped over.

The little kid was blond and scrawny, reminding Bucky of a little Steve. He smiled fondly at the memory. "Are you hurt, bubba?" Y/N asked the kid adoringly as she helped him stand. The boy's lower lip wobbled as he tried to hold his tears in but was unsuccessful. "Aw, come here…" Bucky gulped when the lady got on her knees and hugged the child.

She's so kind.

The kid hugged back just as eagerly, sobbing into her shoulder. Soon, two adults approached her; a gay couple, the parents of the kid. They, too, watched with appreciation as the lady easily calmed the kid down with her soothing presence. An involuntary smile bloomed on Bucky's face; if he was in that kid's position, he'd have stopped crying too. The lady was wonderful.

"Thank you so much, honey," one of the men grinned when the lady stood up, dusting her knees and giving the kid a smile. "Oh, it's not a problem! You know what?" She dug around in her purse and pulled out a lollipop. "I always have some on me. I'm a big fan. You?" The boy giggled and eagerly accepted the candy.

"Steve, what do you say?"

Bucky almost laughed. The kid's name was also Steve? Amazing! "Thank you!" Steve exclaimed with a bright smile, making the lady laugh. "No problem! Have a good day!" She waved at the family of three before returning to her original place, standing outside a café. Bucky was enamored at this point.

"Any luck?" he drawled, glancing at Sam who shook his head. "That dick," he grumbled under his breath and Bucky grinned, getting back to watching the pretty lady but she was nowhere to be found. He looked around until he saw her crossing the road, an old man holding her arm with one hand as the other held his walking cane.

She was on his side of the street now, just a few feet away from him. "You are an angel, darling," the old man crooned as he patted her cheek, letting go of her arm once he was safely on the other side. An angel indeed, Bucky smiled to himself. "Oh, sir, I try…" she spoke bashfully, turning in his direction as the man left.

Bucky quickly averted his gaze, he didn't want to look like a creep. "Sam? Sam, is that you? Wilson!" Bucky froze at the lady's voice, her footsteps nearing the place where he and Sam were standing. Wait, is that...? Sam looked away from his phone, eyes lighting up as they landed on the lady. "Y/N? When did you arrive?" Bucky watched as they hugged.

"Been here for a long time, dad said you were going to introduce me to my bodyguard today. He's a good friend of yours, right?" Sam turned and motioned towards Bucky. He stepped forward. "Hi, I'm James Barnes," he introduced himself, holding his hand out. He couldn't believe he had called this angel a spoiled, rich brat.

I'm never gonna forgive myself.

"James, nice to meet you! I'm Y/N Y/L/N. Thanks for doing this, I'm probably going to be a burden—" He immediately shook his head. "Oh, no no no, don't say that! I can tell we're going to be good friends." He winked and she couldn't help but giggle. Bucky didn't even correct her on the name, something about the way she said it made a shiver run down his spine.

"Well, um, do we start now, or…?"

"Your choice," he interrupted, hands shoved in the pockets of his coat as he stared at her, heart swelling with affection. "I already feel safe," she half-joked, "Start now. I have a few places to go to…" He was ready to follow her to Hell and back. "Of course." Both of them turned to Sam, who had a knowing smirk on his face.

If it were anyone else Bucky would've given him his infamous glare but Y/N? He was hoping for a connection. "You two enjoy your date— I mean, day. Anyway, what's up with your dad, girl, he's not picking up my calls." Bucky rolled his eyes at the slip up. "He's not? Maybe he's in a meeting. If you want you can go visit."

"Gonna do just that, tell him that his precious little daughter is in safe hands." Y/N looked at Bucky with a huge smile. "No doubt about that! It's getting late, I'll see you later!" Y/N started walking away and Bucky immediately followed with a nod towards Sam. "Hey, um, I saw you, you know?" he blurted out.

"Saw me? Doing what?" Y/N blinked. "You helping the lady with the child, the kid who tripped over— Steve, his name was? And the old man you helped cross the street. I just wanna say that was amazing. You're a great person, Y/N, I'm honored to be your bodyguard." She gasped softly and looked away, chewing her bottom lip as she grinned, cheeks heating up.

"Oh, um, it's just— I like to help people. It's how my parents raised me. Yeah, we might be rich but I'm not spoiled. Lots of people think that when I tell them I'm Mr Y/L/N's daughter. It hurts sometimes, you know? People just assume anything about you without even knowing you. That's why I try to be good. I don't want to be a bad person," she rushed out, unconsciously voicing all her insecurities.

Bucky's heart sank in his chest as he let out a dry chuckle. "Ugh, just saying this is gonna make me throw up but I assumed that too. I thought I was gonna work with a spoiled, rich brat. I was horribly, horribly wrong, I hope you can forgive me, doll." She turned to him, but she wasn't mad in the slightest. She even started getting a tiny crush on him, I mean, hey, the man is eye-candy. "It's fine! I forgive you, you didn't know."

"No, it's not fine. I shouldn't have made assumptions, I feel like the biggest ass in the world," he scoffed, looking away from her. "James, please, it's okay. You know now, right? Don't feel bad! Why don't we stop for a coffee on the way?" How could he say no to that?

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2 weeks passed. Y/N and Bucky became incredibly close friends; Bucky went as far as revealing the truth about himself, how he used to be an Avenger, how he lost his arm, everything. What he didn't expect was her to cry at his story. "You did not deserve to go through that, they did you so dirty…" she sniffled and he hugged her like his life depended on it. It kinda did.

God, if he didn't fall in love the first time they met, he was definitely in love now. "Doll, I'm here now, aren't I? All good— well, maybe not all good." And his face broke into the biggest grin ever when he heard a chuckle from her. "I'm glad you're here." Just those 4 words and Bucky vowed that he was never gonna let her go.

"I'm getting coffee, you wait here. Don't go anywhere else."

"Aye aye, Captain!" Y/N laughed and he smiled back as he entered the café. Y/N stood outside, typing away on her phone when someone suddenly grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her into the alley next to the café. She couldn't even scream, breathing was difficult with his hand around her neck.

"We finally meet, sweetheart." Oh, God, it was him. The stalker. Y/N whimpered, struggling to get out of his arms but he only tightened his hold on her. Bucky, Bucky please— Over time, Y/N had grown fond of Bucky. He still asked her to call him James, he said it felt good when she called him that. So she did.

He was so protective of her, almost like she was his girlfriend. He was also handsome; incredibly so, with his stormy blue eyes, his tall and broad figure and razor sharp jaw. His first priority was always her and it made her warm inside. She'd decided to ask him out at the end of the month, but it was looking a bit difficult now.

"Your bodyguard not with you today? What happened, lover's quarrel?" the man smirked tauntingly as Y/N's vision blurred due to lack of oxygen. She blinked back tears, crying again when he tightened his hold on her neck. "Scream all you want, sweetheart, no one's gonna hear it," he laughed.

"Try me."

The man's head whipped to the side only for Bucky's metal fist to connect with his jaw. He fell to the ground with a thud, unconscious at the first punch. Y/N slid down to her knees. Her hands went to her neck, coughing and dry heaving. "Doll? Doll, come here." Bucky felt immense guilt as he gathered her in his arms, carrying her bridal style towards his car.

He left her alone. That was the one thing he wasn't supposed to do. "James…" Y/N wheezed, curling closer to him when he tried to put her in the backseat. "Doll, you have to get in," he insisted but she shook her head. "Not without you. Please." Bucky sighed and got into the backseat, holding Y/N against his chest.

She was pretty shaken up. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." He felt himself tearing up. "No… not your fault… you… coffee… I wasn't… phone…" Bucky handed her a bottle of water when she wheezed again. "Drink up, baby," he whispered as he held the bottle to her lips because she refused to let go of his sweater. After drinking some water her throat felt better.

"Don't go, please, I need you," she sobbed as she completely curled against him, wetting his sweater as she cried in his arms. "You will always have me, doll. I'm not going anywhere. Not again," he assured her as he rubbed her back, wiping his own tears away. All of a sudden, she pulled away and pressed her lips to his. "I love you."

He pulled her in for another kiss, fireworks exploding in his head at the confession. Only two weeks had passed but they were both sure about their feelings. "I love you too, doll. You're mine now, only mine," he groaned against her lips. "Only yours," she agreed, burying her face back in his shoulder as he pulled her impossibly close.

"You're not getting out of my sight ever again."

And he kept his promise.

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"And then I— where do you think you're going?" Sam blinked as Bucky abruptly stood up, eyes trained on his wife. She gave him a smile and walked out of the room, Bucky following her out like a puppy. "To the bathroom, Sam!" Y/N called out behind her and Sam turned to the parents, blinking in confusion as they roared with laughter.

"Why does she need him there?" Sam asked "Oh, haven't you heard? Bucky hasn't broken the promise he gave Y/N 6 years ago," Mrs Y/L/N explained vaguely. "What promise?" Mr Y/L/N laughed once more. "He told her she was never getting out of sight after the incident. And well…" Y/N and Bucky returned at the exact time as Sam made a face.

"Don't you get tired of him?" Sam groaned as Bucky sat down, pulling his wife on his lap. "Oh no no, it helps that she's as much in love with him as he is with her. They do not get tired of each other," Mrs Y/L/N shook her head with a fond smile. "It helps that he's handsome and aesthetically pleasing to look at," Y/N crooned, squishing her husband's cheeks as he laughed and swatted her hands away.

"Even in the bathroom?!"

"He stands outside as a guard," she shrugged. "Damn. Y'all are weird," Sam muttered, barely catching the book Bucky threw towards him. "Not weird. Just looking out for her, like I promised," he muttered, cheeks flushing. "You do know that the threat was 6 years ago, right? Six!" Sam threw his hands up.

"What if there's a new one?" Bucky countered exasperatedly. Sam only shook his head at the couple before a smile broke out on his face. "I've never seen a couple so in love. You two are cute," he commented as laughter filled the room. No more threats, no more danger.

Just a sweet little family and their sweet little love.

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A/N: Leave a like if you enjoyed! Thanks for reading!

[bteezxyewriter12]

Save Me/ 20

Pairing- Yoongi x Named Reader

Word count- 3.2k

Includes- Court proceedings (based on US courts. I tried to find info on Korean courts but it's scarce), reliving trauma, attempted attack, angst

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine

@delightfulmoonbanana

@tannie13 @yeosayang @marsstarxhwa

@borntowalkaway @y00nzin0

DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE!!!!

Series Masterlist

Yoongi POV

"I don't want to", she whispers

"I completely understand", Dr. Park agrees

"I can't see him again. What if he tries to hurt me? Or the baby? Or Yoongi? I can't deal with it", she cries

I put my arm around her and she leans into me

I hate when she cries

I hate that she feels this way and I can't do anything to help

"Why do you think that will happen? There will be police officers there, security and people who will protect all three of you", Dr. Park asks

"Because he always finds a way. Always. Look at what's happening now! He's on freaking video trying to kill me and there's going to be a trial? Are you kidding me! He's doing it to torture me!", she yells

Dr. Park nods, then asks me, "How do you feel about her testifying?"

"I don't want her too. I'm scared about how it's going to affect her. I don't want her to have to see him again. I don't want her to have to talk about everything again. I want to keep her safe and I can't. It kills me that I can't", I reply angrily

"You can. By being there with her, by supporting her, by doing everything you're doing now, you are keeping her safe. I understand that you have a bodyguard for her when you go out with BTS. Why not bring him to the court to help you? He doesn't have to be near her. It might be better if he's closer to Hwung, so he can stop him in case he tries anything"

I didn't think about that

I could have him come with us

"I can do that", I agree

"Is that ok jagi?", I ask her

She nods but she sobs, "I don't want to do this Yoongi. I don't want to"

"I know jagi", I say, holding her to me

"I understand you do not want to do this Joanne. But have you thought of what can happen if you don't?", Dr. Park asks

"What do you mean?", she asks

"There could be a chance that he could be found not guilty with an insanity plea."

"What?", she gasps

"I'm not saying that he will be. I'm saying that it could happen. And if that happens he'll be released. And you can't live your life in constant fear. That will take a huge toll on you. "

Fuck

I had no idea that could happen

I can't let that happen

She starts crying harder and I hug her tighter

"There's something else that can be a benefit of testifying", Dr. Park continues

"What?", she asks through tears

"It can make you feel good. It can help you have closure. Knowing that you put him in prison and you're the reason he's staying there. It's you taking your life back and showing him that through everything he did to you, you're still strong and came out of everything ok and getting better. That you're happily in love and married to the person he hates the most, to the person that he did all this to keep you from. And that you're starting a family with Yoongi. You're showing him that everything he did was for nothing because you and Yoongi still ended up together."

Again, I haven't thought of anything that Dr. Park just said

But as I listen, what she's saying is true

Nothing he did to her stopped us from being together

For lack of a better word, he lost

"I...I...didn't think of that", she whispers

"How can you? You're so terrifed of seeing him and with absolutely good reason. But that's why I'm here. To help you. Both of you.", Dr. Park says, "There are so many benefits for you to do it"

"You think I should", she says

"I do"

She's quiet, in her own head

"Think about it. You haven't been called yet, so you have time.", Dr. Park tells her

She just nods, holding on to me tightly for the rest of the session

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"I think I'm going to do it", she says as we walk back to the car

I stop, "You are?"

"Yeah. I'm still scared but I think Dr. Park is right. I want to show him that he didn't stop me from being with you. I want to show him how happy we are and that were gonna have a baby. That you're the love of my life and I'll always choose you over anyone", she explains

My heart bursts in happiness hearing her call me the love of her life

She's definitely mine.

I smile at her, "I love you Jo. You're the love of my life since I was a kid. I'm happy you're ok with doing this. I'll be right there with you jagi ok? I'll keep you safe. I promise"

"I know you will Yoongi", she smiles

I lean down and brush my lips with hers

Then we walk to the car

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J POV

I'm terrified

After Yoongi told me about having to testify at Han-jae's trial I've been so scared to be called

Dr. Park helped me with understanding how me doing this helps me and helps keep him locked away.

And even though I'm going to do it, I'm still terrified.

I'm scared to see him

To have him see me

I don't want to do it but I will

A month went by without us hearing anything else about the trial

Then today, Maggie called and said they were calling me tomorrow to testify.

Not gonna lie, I did freak out but Yoongi was there, like he always is, to help me feel better

I'm worried because in a week I'll be nine months pregnant

And this baby has had to deal with so much stress and he hasn't even been born yet.

I don't want to have anymore that could affect him

My body is already shitty from both times I was almost killed.

I don't trust it and I'm scared something is going to happen

Right now, I'm laying in Yoongi's arms, my thoughts racing everywhere

He's just holding me like he always does, playing with my hair and giving me kisses.

I feel so safe with him

I always have

So I'm just going to try and relax so I can sleep and be ready for the hell I'm gonna be in tomorrow.

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"Jagi, it's ok. I'm here with you. Sung is already inside and close to Han-jae. I'll protect you", Yoongi says gently, his arms around me

We're standing in front of the court room doors

Everything was ok until I got to these doors.

Then I just stopped walking.

I'm scared and I'm shaking in Yoongi's arms

"It's ok jagi. Everything is gonna be ok", he murmurs

"Ooo....ok", I stutter

"Are you ready to go in? It has already started. They're finishing with the last witness."

"Who?", I ask

"The doctor who did your surgery when I brought you to the hospital"

Really?

I didn't know they were going to call him

"Jagi?", Yoongi asks again

I nod, "Ok"

Holding my hand, he opens the door and we go in

The courtroom is small but there's a lot of people

I look to where Han-jae is sitting

I see him and fear floods my body.

I move behind Yoongi

Han-jae didn't even turn around

He's just staring at the doctor, like he's bored

I look around the courtroom and I'm so surprised to see Namjoon, Hobi, Jin, Tae, Jimin and Jungkook here, sitting in a bench

"The guys...", I whisper

"They came to support you. They wanted it to be a surprise and made me promise not to tell you."

Yoongi leads me to the bench in front of the guys and we sit down

I turn to them and they all offer smiles of encouragement

I'm happy my friends are here with me

I'm happy Yoongi is here with me

The doctor is dismissed and the prosecutor stands

"We call Russo, Joanne to the stand"

Han-jae immediately turns and looks around for me

I take a deep breath

"It's Min. Min, Joanne", I say out loud, correcting the prosecutor

"WHAT?", Han-jae yells

"Counselor, control your client", the judge barks

Han-jae's lawyer turns to him and speaks to him but Han-jae isn't paying attention

"I apologize. Min, Joanne. Please come to the stand", the prosecution asks

Like I don't have to do this

Yeah right

Yoongi stands and helps me get up

My belly is huge and I need help with a lot of stuff

"YOU'RE PREGNANT? WITH HIS BABY?", Han-jae screams, his eyes wide with shock and fury

His screaming makes me flinch and clutch Yoongi so hard

"It's ok jagi. He can't get to you", Yoongi whispers

"Mr. Jeong, control your client or he'll be removed"

"Han-jae, shut up", Mr. Jeong shushes him

"But she's.."

"Shut up"

"Ready jagi?", Yoongi asks

Not really but I can't do anything

So I just nod

Yoongi walks with me as far as he could.

Then a court security guard comes and helps me the rest of the way

Yoongi sits right in the front of the benches, not taking his eyes off me

I see his hands clenched in fists and I know he's upset

The prosecutor asks me to say my name and swear I'm gonna tell the truth

I do it

"Ms. Russo-"

"Min. Mrs. Min", I correct again

"Right I'm sorry. If I may ask when did you change you're last name?"

"A month ago when I was married", I answer

"I see. You're married to the kpop rapper Min, Yoongi, also known as Suga, correct?"

"Yes"

What does that have to do with anything?

"This is this same man that Mr. Hwung attempted to kill you for being with correct?"

I nod, "Yes"

I'm ask so many questions

I'm asked to talk about when the abuse started and what he did to me.

"He uh, cut me whenever Yoongi texted me. He burned me with matches and cigarettes one time. He also hit me with a whip a few times. He did it once until I lost consciousness", I say

"Mrs. Min, why did you stay with Mr. Hwung if he was abusing you?"

"To protect Yoongi. He threatened to kill Yoongi. He told me Yoongi's entire schedule because he followed him. He told me he killed before and showed me pictures proving he did"

"Who did he kill?"

"His ex-girlfriend Sabrina Kang and her new boyfriend. I don't know his name", I answer

I'm asked more questions about the beatings, the first time he almost killed me, how Yoongi stopped him, what my injuries were.

The whole time I ignore Han-jae

I don't meet his gaze

Instead I don't take my eyes off of Yoongi, who is smiling at me encouragingly

"Please look over here Mrs. Min.", the prosecutor indicates to a tv

A tv?

Why...

No

No no no

Please no

Don't tell me they're going to play the video he took

The prosecutor presses a button and the tv turns on

The video is on the tv

No

Oh god no

He presses another button and the video plays

"Yoongi!", my voice screams out from the speakers

I'm laying on the floor with Han-jae hovering over me

"Joanne! Joanne! What's wrong?", Yoongi's voice is heard, but it's low

"Yoongi! Don't come home!"

"What why? I can't see you"

"I found her", Han-jae's chilling voice comes through

I feel tears running down my face and I'm shaking again

The video is paused but I can't tear my gaze from it

"Do you know of this video?"

"Yes", I choke out

"We know from the video some of the things he did to you. Can you tell us what he did before this video was recorded?"

He wants me to relive that?

How?

I can't

"Jagi", I hear a whisper

My eyes snap to Yoongi

He's crying too but he whispers, "It's ok"

I feel a tiny bit better

He's here

He's here with me

I can do this when he's here

"Uh...he came into the apartment. I don't know how he got in. He uh, threw me against the wall and the back of my head slammed against the wall. He punched me many times. My eye, my ribs, my jaw, everywhere. He slammed me against the wall a few times.", I get out

"How did you get on the floor?"

"Uh, I fought back this time. I punched his face and I kneed him in the balls. When he went down, I ran for the door but I couldn't...I couldn't get it open", I whisper, "He turned me around and stabbed me in my side by my ribs. It was so painful. I was in complete shock. Then he threw me on the floor. I tried to crawl away but he stabbed my leg, then my back and shoulder blade. Then....then..."

I stop and breathe

This is so hard

I don't want to talk about this

I don't want to remember

But I have to

"He flipped me over and started stabbing me over and over. It hurt so much. I could feel my skin being cut and I could feel myself bleeding. He put the knife on my forehead and said "I wonder how beautiful Yoongi will think you are with a fucking scar across your face?". Then he dug the knife in deep and swiped it down my face."

"I see. Anything else you can remember?"

"After he cut my face, he drove the knife into my collarbone and couldn't get it out. When I screamed for Yoongi he hit me wherever he could on my face.", I sob

I just want Yoongi

I want his arms around me right now

I want to be at home with him

"He left the room and I tried to get out again. I made it half way to the door before he came back. When he saw me up, he punched me right in the face, breaking my nose. I fell back and he grabbed the back of my shirt and dragged me back to the living room. He threw me on the floor. Then he called Yoongi"

"And that's where the video starts and he continues to torture you?"

"Yes"

"Did he say anything while he was attacking you?"

"He talked about Yoongi and how much he hated him. How I could be with him. That I'm a slut for being with Yoongi. He kept yelling at me to shut up"

"Why?"

"Because he hates when I scream or fight back", I answer

Is this almost over?

I feel like I've been here for hours

I can feel Han-jae's eyes burning into me

But I refuse to look at him

I just want to go home

"Mrs. Min did you die?", the prosecution asks

I remember what Yoongi told me

"Uh you could say that. In the emergency room. My heart stopped but I was able to be brought back. Yoongi was there. He saw it happen"

"Mrs. Min, the defendant Mr. Hwung is claiming insanity for the attack on you. What do you say about this?"

"It's bullshit. He knew what he was going to do. He planned and kept me in an abusive relationship for almost a year. When he showed up at my apartment this time, I asked how he found me. He just said, "Please, like I told you, it's easy to follow people"

He is insane but not in the way that they're thinking

He knows what he does is wrong but does it anyway

He's a psycho

"Mrs. Min, did you ever love Mr. Hwung?"

I snort, "No. He makes me sick. I only stayed to protect Yoongi. Every time he touched me I felt like throwing up. He makes my skin crawl"

"You fucking bitch!", Han-jae yells, standing up

I get up from the stand and back away

He starts running towards me and everyone starts yelling

Fuck

I knew he was going to get to me

I knew I wasn't safe

I'm never going to be safe around him

I don't know when Yoongi moved, but he's standing in front of me in an instant, blocking me with his body

"I'm going to kill you. Next time I'm going to empty the whole fucking magazine into your skull"

Sung, my body guard, tackles Han-jae and holds him down

"Who are you?", the judge yells

"Her body guard. Clearly she needs one since not one of your security moved to restrain him", he answers as the security finally moves towards Han-jae

"I'm going to kill you!", Han-jae keeps screaming, "You're fucking dead and that fucking bastard kid is dead!"

I grip Yoongi's arm and I can't stop my body from shaking or the tears pouring from my eyes

Yoongi's body is rigid and I know he's ready to kill Han-jae if he has to

Security puts handcuffs on Han-jae and hauls him up

"And you, you fucking asshole. I fucking hate you. You're dead too. I'm gonna make you watch me kill your kid and her before I fucking kill you."

No

No he can't kill Erik or Yoongi

I won't let him

"Get him out of here!", the judge yells

"You're not safe Joanne! You'll never be safe from me. I'll always find you. You're going to die. You and you're fucking family are dead. I'm coming for you!"

He's still screaming as security takes him out

Yoongi turns to me but doesn't relax

"Jo, jagi, it's ok. It's ok. He's not going to hurt you jagi", he's saying as he hugs me to him

I hold on to him tightly, with everything I have in me, sobbing

"It's ok Joanne. I'll protect you and Erik ok? Always jagi"

"Remove the jury", the judge roars at the security

"This is unacceptable Mr. Jeong", the judge yells

"I'm sorry. I didn't know he'd react this way."

"I'm very sorry Mrs. Min", the judge addresses me

I can't answer

I'm still terrified

I can't let go of Yoongi

"Can we leave?", Yoongi snaps

"Yes. I'm terribly sorry this happened"

"Excuse me, but I haven't had a chance to question her", Mr. Jeong says

"Are you fucking serious?", Yoongi growls

"You will not be questioning her now. If you need to, request a video interview. She will not be coming back here. I will not risk her or her baby's safety again because your client can't control himself."

"Yes judge. I will request a video interview"

"Fine. We're done for today", he says

Yoongi tries to move but I can't let go

"Jagi, lets go home ok? It's ok baby."

I force myself to let go

He puts his arm around me and walks with me

When we get to the guys, they all just hug me, not saying anything

Sung immediately comes next to me

"Thank you", I whisper to him

"Of course."

As we leave, the guys surround me and Yoongi, protecting me from everyone

I hear the media calling me and asking questions as we leave the court house

"What happened inside Ms. Russo?"

"Han-jae Hwung was escorted out of the courtroom screaming about you. Can you comment on that?"

"Did Han-jae Hwung try to attack you in the court room?"

"She's not answering questions", Jin answers

"Why are you and the rest of BTS here?"

The guys keep walking keeping me and Yoongi in the middle of them as we get to the cars

We don't even say bye to them- they just usher Yoongi and I in the car and Yoongi drives home

[holylulusworld]

Single Parent

Title: Single parent

Square Filled: Relationship break-up

Ship: Mobster!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Sam Winchester, John Winchester, Benny LaFitte

Rating: Mature

Summary: Your arranged bond with Dean grows fruits but you can’t be happy as you should.

Warnings: angst, language, arranged marriage, unrequited feelings, sad reader, abandonment, Dean being a douche, giving birth (no description), shitty relationship, pregnant reader

A/N: I already outlined the story before I got the request. I changed the ending and a few scenes to make it fit.

Word Count: 3.5 k

Written/Created for: @spnmixedbingo​​

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​

2021 SPN Mixed BINGO Masterlist

Now…

“No John, I’m done,” you cry, running your hand over your baby bump. “You could force me to marry your son, to stay with him and have his heir,” you sniff, looking around the guest room you chose over your comfortable bedroom. “But you can’t force me to play the obedient housewife. I tried, John—I really tried but Dean doesn’t even like me.”

“He’s just a little stubborn and rough on the outside like me, doll,” John tries to reason with you. “Show him the latest ultrasound and he’ll change.”

“No, he won’t,” voice bitter you sit on the bed, shaking your head lightly. “That’s the problem. I-I’m nothing more than a breeder to your son. I know he doesn’t reciprocate my feelings, but I had hoped he’ll be kinder to me when he sees me swollen with his child. I know he cares for the baby, but sadly I’m not sure it’s because he loves them or as you want an heir.”

“Y/N,” sitting next to you John watches you tear up. Months of rejection and coldness took a toll on you. “I didn’t know it’s that bad.”

“He told Sam I’m nothing but a vessel for his child, John. I could be dead, and he wouldn’t care,” choking out a sob you give John a sad smile. “Did you know he never came to the doctor with me? He never showed and my gynecologist believes I am a single parent – and maybe I am.”

“What happened last week? Why did you suddenly move out of your shared bedroom, doll? Did Dean hurt you?”

“Not physically-“ you huff, looking at the wedding band around your finger. “I was at my doctor’s practice for the next check-up, as usual, Dean didn’t show, even though, he promised to be there,” sniffling you take the wedding band off, dropping it onto the bed, not wanting to feel it on your skin right now.

“We had a meeting, I’m sorry for keeping Dean away from you,” John lies, you can see it in his eyes and his voice is a little too low. He doesn’t realize you know him too well to not see through his lies. “Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt you, Y/N.”

“I saw all those happy couples and excited dad’s pacing around the waiting room and realized, Dean gives a shit on me and his child. I can’t leave, but at the same time I won’t pretend Dean is not the cold-hearted man he is,” sadly you can’t hide you are still in love with his son, but your try your hardest.

“What happened, Y/N? I heard you fought with your husband. Did he hurt you?” John presses. “I need to know…”

“You really want to know? Fine, I’ll tell you everything happening that day-“

One week earlier…

“Mrs. Winchester,” the nurse chirps, leading you into the room. “Where’s your husband? Didn’t he want to join us today?”

“He wanted but as always, business comes first,” you grumble, handing the young woman a business card. “That’s my brothers-in-law’s number. If I ever need help, please call him.”

“What about your husband?” confused the nurse looks at you, blinking a few times before she recognizes your teary eyes. “Ah, got it. I will call Sam Winchester if it’s necessary. We will add it to your medical record.”

“Thank you,” giving the nurse a sad smile you try to push the tears away. “As I said, my husband is always busy, and Sam offered his help. If not, call the second number, that’s my father-in-law.”

“No problem, Mrs. Winchester. Now let’s turn our attention toward your baby. Are you excited to find out about the gender?” nodding you swallow the lump in your throat, hiding you wished Dean would’ve come to find out with you.

“All done, Cher?” watching you walk out of the practice, a soft smile on his lips Benny offers his hand to you. “So, did they tell you the gender today?”

“It’s a boy,” you choke out, done fighting the tears. “You’re the first one I told, Benny-“ ignoring people watch you cry outside of your doctor’s practice you hide your face in Benny’s chest.

“He should’ve been here, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

“Everyone is always sorry; everyone but Dean,” angrily fisting Benny’s jacket you look up at your bodyguard. “I’m done trying, Benny. This is ridiculous. He’s not interested in me or the baby.”

“Dean cares about the baby, Cher,” you huff, rolling your eyes. “It’s true.”

“Dean only cares about my son as he needs an heir. There is no love in him. I-I wanted to share this with him. Dean, he should’ve been here with me, experience every step but he refuses to even give me that. My first pregnancy should’ve been something special but now, it only makes me sad.”

“How’s the baby?” Dean asks, awaiting your report as usual.

“Still alive. Benny got the ultrasound if you want to see them. If you want to know about the gender, ask your friend too,” you quip, walking toward the walk-in-wardrobe to get your favorite pajamas, you ignore Dean follows you. “Unlike other people he was there.”

“I had a meeting, Y/N,” arguing Dean watches you gather more clothes, frowning as you didn’t jump on him to tell him every single detail about your appointment. 

Usually, you would excitedly tell him about the baby, forcing him to look at the ultrasound picture and demand his attention. Today, you barely said two words, not even tried to talk to him. 

“A meeting, sex with one of your girls – I don’t care Dean. I’m tired of this, of you. To give you the space you need, I’ll go and have lunch with Charlie. Don’t wait for me–“ you chuckle, humorlessly. “Ah, yeah I forgot. You wouldn’t care if I never return.” walking out of the room, leaving a speechless Dean behind, you slam the door shut, making him flinch. 

“Benny, my wife is gone; just like all of her belongings, we need to find her! She’s pregnant with my child.”

“You only care about the baby, huh? Do you even know it’s a boy, Dean?” Benny sneers, placing the ultrasound picture into Dean’s hand. “Y/N is not gone, she simply moved into the guestroom next to John’s room. I helped her while you were out, doing god knows.”

“Wait – she moved into the guestroom? Why?”

“Seriously, Dean? You promised to be there, at least to get to know about the gender, and yet, you didn’t come to the practice. I think Y/N gave up trying,” huffing Dean watches you step out of the guestroom, ignoring he glares at you.

“Y/N, you can’t just move out of our bedroom!” muttering the words Dean watches you walk past him.

“Oh, you meant me. I thought I’m only a vessel, a breeder to carry your heir,” whipping your head toward Dean you give him a cold glare. Your heart races and you can feel fresh tears well-up to your eyes, but you need to get this out before you can return to your room and cry some more. 

“I’m talking to you, Y/N. What if you go into labor and I’m not close by?” Dean mutters.

“I think it’s for the best you keep on ignoring me and give your whores all of your attention,” brushing past Dean you slap his hand away when he tries to touch you. 

“Y/N!”

“Don’t Winchester-“ you growl. “I fulfilled my duty and got pregnant. Now you can stick your dick into any pussy and stay the fuck away from me and don’t worry about my labor. I will, just like anything else since I got pregnant, handle this on my own. If I should need help at any point of my pregnancy, Sam and John offered to be there for me.”

Now …

“Dean messed up epically, huh?” John carefully tries when you get up to walk toward the nursery next to the guestroom. “What are you going to do?“

"Nothing, John. Just like the first four months of my pregnancy, I will try to do what’s best for my son,“ John’s eyes light up when you tell him he’s going to have a grandson. “Today I’ll focus on finishing the nursery. Benny and Sam helped me with the wallpaper and cradle. I must check on the bears I painted and will make a list of what I will need.”

“I can help,“ offering you a cracked smile John holds out his hand. “I got you into this shitshow, let me at least try to make things easier for you, doll.”

“You could check on the shelves and cradle,” you sniff. “I just wish I had a man like you or Sam by my side. I see the way Sam cares about his wife and children. I know Dean is a little closed-off, like you but he’s kind to everyone he likes. Must be me.”

“Oh, Y/N,” slinging one arm around your shoulders John leads you out of your chosen bedroom. “You still got people caring about you. Sammy and I will be there and help you.”

“I know…”

“You’re talented,” looking at the bears you painted John smiles. “Mommy bear and baby bear,” he hums, admiring your painting. “Where’s the dad?”

“I’m a single parent, John. Why should I paint a daddy bear if he gives a shit on me and his son?” Dean stands in the doorframe, watching his father help you fix one of the shelves, swallowing thickly. “You know, every single woman at my doctor’s practice looks so happy, they glow and I just-“

“I get it, Y/N. You wanted your pregnancy to be special,” nodding you look at the bears. “You could draw an Uncle Sammy and Granddad John bear.”

“I’ll think about it, John,” with a small smile on your lips you watch John place the plushies onto one of the shelves. “You know, he didn’t even care about my morning sickness or cravings. I had this image in my mind. Dean the devoted soon-to-be dad helping me during my pregnancy. I know he doesn’t love me, I’m not delusional. But a bit more attention would’ve been nice.”

Two months later…

Used to being on your own you walk into your doctor’s practice. This time you don’t look at all the happy couples wishing it were you and Dean. Over the last weeks, you made up your mind.

Only as you don’t get to leave Dean doesn’t mean you must bear his behavior. So, you decided to keep your distance and only ask John, Sam, or Benny for help with the nursery.

You no longer tell Dean about your check-ups or try to include him in your pregnancy. 

“Morning, Mrs. Winchester,” you flinch when the nurse calls your name. “How are you feeling today? Will the baby daddy be here today too?”

“No,” you breathe out. “Let’s be honest, Sally.” giving the young nurse a sad smile, you point toward the other pairs. “I know you are only trying to be friendly but anytime you are asking about my non-present husband it stings. Why don’t you treat me like a single parent? Cause that’s what I am.”

“How’s the baby?” Dean asks again, following you toward the nursery. “Listen, I know you try to punish me but not telling me about our baby breaks one of my rules.”

“The baby is still alive. He grows fast and the ultrasound picture lies on your desk. If you have more questions, call my gynecologist or,” turning around you give Dean a cold look, “you could move your ass to the practice next time but I get it – you were busy.”

“I got the right to know about my son,” growling the words Dean steps closer but this time, he doesn’t intimidate you with his size. “Tell me everything.”

“Weight and size are average. His heartbeat is strong, and he sucked his thumb today,” you scoff at Dean’s sudden interest. “You would know more about your child if you actually cared. He started to be more active, I can feel our little boy kick me harder but so far, only John felt our baby kick.”

Walking away you enter your room, slamming the door shut behind you, locking it to take a deep breath.

“He’s my son too! You can’t shut me out!” Dean yells from the hallway.

“Sperm donator, you son of a bitch,” you growl. “If it were up to me, I’d file for divorce.”

“YOU WON’T!” he mutters. “I will not allow you to leave me.”

“I got that, but you should know that our marriage is over to me. If you dare to get close to me ever again, you’ll lose your hands or cock. Go and fuck one of your sluts.”

“I should-“ frustrated Dean kicks your door. “You’re still my wife, Y/N. I expect you to respect me and our bond.”

“Fuck that,” feeling exhausted you lie on your bed, gently running one hand over your belly. “He’ll not ruin your life, baby boy. I promise to protect you from your asshole father.”

“I heard that.”

“I don’t fucking care,” you cry. “Now leave me alone. You got the information you need. Don’t worry, your heir is still healthy. Even though, you didn’t help me at all…”

Two months, two weeks, and five days later…

“Looks good,” John hums, glancing at the ultrasound picture. “How are you, doll? Do you need anything?”

“No, I’m fine,” looking at your wedding band you try to swallow the lump in your throat. “Is there a way to protect my child from Dean? Can you add something to the prenup? Please.”

“I will not allow Dean to hurt your son, Y/N. I don’t think Dean would ever lay a finger on him-“

“That’s not what I meant. Being around Dean is unhealthy for me. What will he do to our child? How shall I explain to my baby boy that his father hates me? That I’m only a breeder to him, a body he could use to get a child.”

“Are you fucking my father?” ludicrously you look at Dean when he storms into your room, your solace. “That’s the reason you moved out of our bedroom – huh? You spread your legs for John Winchester.”

“What the fuck, Dean?” you sniff, reluctantly leaving the bed. “Over the last week I barely left my room as I didn’t feel well, and you accuse me of such a thing? I don’t have the time to fuck anyone. Unlike you, I had to take care of anything-“ whimpering you feel a piercing pain ripple through your womb. “Oh, god-“

“Y/N?” paling Dean watches you crouch down in front of your bed, crying out in pain. “What’s wrong? Y/N, talk to me, sweetheart.”

“Go and get your father or Sam,” you pant, while you try to remember everything the midwife taught you. “I think the baby wants to get out.”

“No, it’s too early,” panicked Dean rushes to your side to help you sit on the bed. “I’ll call an ambulance, Y/N.”

“O-okay-“ you scream, feeling another painful contraction approach. “No, no. My water just broke.” tears run down your cheeks when John and Sam stumble into the room. They heard your screams and try to help.

“Fuck, doll,” John mumbles, kneeling in front of you to calm you. “Sammy, call an ambulance and tell Benny to get Y/N’s bags. I’ll stay here to help her.”

“I already called an ambulance. Stop acting as if that’s your son,” Dean growls, glaring at his father.

“Do you want to help the mother of your child or fight with me right now, son? I think you showed how much you are interested in your child. Now shut the fuck up and help me here,” John would like to give his son a piece of mind but right now, he must take care of you.

“John,” grasping for your father-in-law’s hand, “promise me he won’t be there. I don’t want Dean inside the room while I give birth.”

"That’s my wife and child in there! Lemme inside,” Dean growls, fighting against one of the security guards. “Let me pass.”

“DEAN,” John’s voice booms through the hallway. “Your wife is in there. She’s in pain, scared, and tries to give birth to your baby. Stop acting like an idiot. You had it coming.”

“You didn’t care about your child or wife for over eight months. Did you honestly believe she wants you in there?” Sam huffs, squeezing Jess’s hand. “I was with Jess the whole time. I heard the heartbeat, saw my baby, felt it kick. I can’t believe you didn’t want to experience any of it.“

“I-I never wanted to marry Y/N. It was an arranged bond,” Dean sniffs, hearing you cry out in pain.

“This doesn’t change she’s your wife and that she needed you. Even more important, your son needed you. I believe babies bond with their parents in the womb. You could’ve talked to him, played music, or feel him kick.”

“Look at you baby boy,” cooing your son you feel your heart swell. Even if Dean is not going to show any affection toward your child, you’ll give the little boy all your love. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Can I finally see him too?” Dean mutters, sneaking into your room. “How could you let my father, Sam, and Jess see my son first?”

“I didn’t think you will find the time to visit me and your baby. If you would excuse me now, I want to concentrate on Robert Maximilian Winchester.”

“What?” gaping at you Dean feels his stomach churn. “You named him Robert? But-but we agreed to name him Dean jr. How could you not only keep me away while giving birth but also deciding on a name without me? That’s cruel.” Dean sniffs, looking at your son in your arms.

“Cruel–?” you take a deep breath, try to ignore the burning rage running through your veins. “Do you know what cruel means, Winchester? Cruel means that your husband, the man you love with all your heart ignores you completely. Cruel means that he never shows affection or at least cares about you during pregnancy.”

“I’m his father!”

“Sperm donator,” you retort. “We are only a breeder and a sperm donator. You are not a father, and never will be. You’ll not hurt my baby boy and push him away as you did with me. You can lay claim on him when he turns 18, until then I’ll give him all the love he deserves.”

“He’s my baby boy too,” sniffling Dean looks at your child, tearing up. “Let me at least hold him. Please.”

“Not today,” adamant you defend your son, not giving in. It’s your turn to be selfish and not to show any compassion. Dean can cry as much as he wants to.

Today, you’ll be the cruel one – even if it kills you.

“She doesn’t let me hold my son,” outside of your room Dean starts to cry. “I wasn’t allowed to hold my baby boy. How can she be so cruel?”

“I say it again – you had it coming,” John shrugs, ignoring he feels sorry for his son. “Y/N never was cruel. All she wanted was a bit of affection. Why couldn’t you give her that?”

“I just didn’t feel like pretending. But I care about our baby and want to hold him.”

Dean doesn’t leave your side. He sits next to your bed, still looking at his son.

“Please let me hold him, Y/N.”

“Five minutes,” you whisper, not looking at Dean. “You can hold him for five minutes and after that, you can pretend we do not exist until you need your heir.”

“It’s not like that,” with trembling fingers Dean takes Robert Maximillian out of your hands. “He’s so beautiful and tiny.”

“It’s a baby, what did you expect,” turning around to not watch Dean with your son you close your eyes. “Tell me when you are done playing daddy, Dean.”

“Why are you so cold. This isn’t you, Y/N.”

“That’s what happens to a loving person when she gives up. If you don’t like me the way I am now, you can always ask your dad to let me out of this marriage...”

“Look this is your room, baby boy,” cooing your baby you walk around the room. “There is a teddy bear, and over there is a cute duck. Maybe you’ll like the cat Sammy bought for you?”

“He doesn’t like cats,” Dean grumbles, walking into the nursery. “I bet he’s allergic like me.” hopefully looking at you Dean holds out his hands. “Come on, lemme hold him for a while.”

“I will leave you to your son, Dean. If you are done pretending you are a father, holler and I’ll take care of Robert,” carefully placing your son into Dean’s arms you ignore he tries to talk to you. 

“Y/N, we should talk about a few things.”

“Don’t hurt yourself, Dean. I’m stuck in this marriage, but this doesn’t mean I let you walk all over me ever again. I am a single parent, and this will not change…”

>> Part 2

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Big Brother to the Rescue!

This fic was inspired by @justcourttee - A Brother’s Love. I loved her fic and I couldn’t stop thinking....what if this happened?

Jason sighed, rereading the text he had gotten again from Gina.

Nona: Jay, I am unable to get to Paris in the time I wished. My son and his wife are having problems with my Little Fairy. They claim her to be a bully and a brute, but I know this is not my Little Fairy. I am her guardian now and my plan was to bring her with me. Go in my stead and take her to Gotham. She told me she has a date with her boyfriend, Adrien Agreste. Break the news to her gently.

Gina had traveled with him for awhile and was always there for him when he got in a fight with Bruce. They could disappear on the road and travel, forget their worries. Gina had told him about her granddaughter, her 'Little Fairy', Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She was an inspiring fashion designer, who was also her class' president. She had designed for Jagged Stone and won a contest from Gabriel Agreste. She even had the opportunity to be mentored by Style Queen, herself, in New York, and turned it down. Gina had told him so many things about Marinette, he felt as if she was his little sister. When Gina told him that Pixie was getting bullied again and no one would help or see her side of things, he had gotten upset. Even her boyfriend had told her to make peace with the bully and to let it go. She had never asked him for a favor before and he didn't want to let her down.

Jason had taken the first flight to Paris to bring his little sister home to Gotham. He watched as she left the bakery and pressed the button to head to the park when her phone rang.

"Adrien? Yeah, I'm just heading-Oh. Ye-Yeah, I can meet you there instead. Sure. Bye." Marinette spoke and quickly took off in another direction.

'Sounds like a change of plans.'

Jason watched as Marinette ran up to Adrien as he was drinking from a water bottle.

'Gotta get closer.'

"Adrien, why do you keeping putting up with her?" Marinette asked.

"Marinette, please, stop asking questions." Adrien sighed.

"NO! Not this time!" Marinette shouted, "We've been dating for four months and you still let her do whatever she wants. I've seen how she touches you, kisses you! And then you come to me and … I feel… like I need to disinfect you before you can touch me!"

"Marinette, please!" Adrien begged.

"Face it, Adrien! Your stupid 'high road' idea isn't working!" Mari complained.

"Lila speaks directly to my father! I can't risk being stuck at home again, Marinette. I….I don't love you enough to give up my freedom!" the model confessed, "I…I have to pick Lila over you."

'I'm sorry, Marinette.' Adrien frowned.

Marinette could feel her world crashing down. Lila was more important then her. Lila had succeeded in her plans to destroy her. She took her friends, took her loved ones, and now, she had Adrien. Marinette couldn't even feel the tears rushing down her cheeks, as everything clicked into place.

"Marinette?" Adrien whispered, reaching for her.

'This brat is who she had feelings for! How dare he make her cry; no one makes my little sister cry!'

The first sob escaped her mouth and she shook her head, stepping away from him. As she turned to run, someone ran passed her and punched Adrien in the face, breaking his nose.

Marinette's knees gave out as Natalie and his bodyguard rushed onto the scene.

"You are a piece of shit, Agreste!" Jason began, "Do you have any idea what you just did? Marinette has loved you for years! She knitted you that blue scarf your father claimed was his birthday gift to you. She set aside her feelings for you when you asked for advice on dating that fencer! Hell, she even took the blame for when Lila stole your father's book and brought it back to him, just so you could go back to school!"

Adrien looked behind the man to see Marinette, on the ground, sobbing into her hands.

'No. No. She couldn't have done all that for me. That…That would mean…..she really does love me.'

Gorilla quickly stood between his charge and the man who assaulted him. Natalie quickly looked him over and found only the broken nose. The bodyguard moved to get the assailant off the set, but was quickly disarmed and knocked out.

Natalie quickly stood in front of Adrien to protect him.

"I hope you can pay $57, 000 because that's how much Adrien's face is insured for!" Natalie shouted at him.

"Pocket change!" he growled.

"Marinette, get your friend out of here!" Natalie cried.

"I don't know who this is!" Marinette sniffled, backing up.

Jason turned and smiled, "I'm you new big brother, Jason Todd-Wayne." shocking Natalie.

Jason took two steps forward, pulled Marinette to her feet, and threw her over his shoulder.

Marinette began to scream and struggled to get out of his grip, as he took them away from the set.

Natalie quickly rushed Adrien to the car.

Adrien opened his mouth to call out to her, but it hurt too much.

'Marinette!'

"Your Nona Gina sends her regards." Jason spoke, causing her to stop struggling.

"Jay-Jay?" Marinette questioned, quickly calming down.

"Hello, Pixie-Pop!" he smiled.

Gabriel stormed his way through the hospital to the room Natalie had informed his son was at. She had already given him her recollection of the scene, but he needed Adrien's word. He walked past his failure of a bodyguard on a gurney and entered the room.

"What happened?" he demanded.

"Is Marinette okay?" Adrien asked in response.

"Okay? Look at your face! It's putting us months behind schedule! Photoshoot and runway appearances have to be rescheduled; all because of that girl! You're better off without her!" Gabriel screamed, "Lila was right about her. She's a bad influence on you!"

Adrien opened his mouth to argue and claim that Lila was wrong, but the disappointed look from his father stopped him and he decided it was better to remain silent. Marinette had done so much for him, if that guy who kidnapped her spoke the truth. She had given him his favorite scarf, helped him get back in school, and she loved him when it seemed like everyone else preferred him to be perfect.

Adrien felt the guilt begin to bubble as he replayed what happened in the park, in his head. He had told her, she wasn't enough. He had made her cry and now, she was possibly gone.

"Who did this?" Gabriel questioned, "I want them sued!"

"I am unsure if we will be able to sue him." Natalie spoke.

"Who is he?" he asked again.

"He claims to be Jason Todd-Wayne." Natalie stated.

Gabriel bristled in fury, knowing if that was true, he couldn't sue the boy. Maybe have him pay for Adrien's hospital fees, but that's it.

"How does Marinette know him?" Gabriel asked, turning to his son.

"I don't know. She was saying she didn't. He threw her over his shoulder and carried her off. Marinette was screaming and trying to get away. Natalie got me in the car. I don't know what happened after that." Adrien admitted.

"Then we will find out." Gabriel sneered.

As Natalie pulled up in front of the Dupain-Cheng bakery, they could tell there was a different air about it.

Gabriel stormed in, ready to get to the bottom of everything.

"Hello. Welcome to-" Sabine began.

"Is Marinette here?" Gabriel interrupted.

"Marinette isn't taking any guests, at this moment." Sabine stated.

"This isn't a pleasant visit." he spoke, shuffling Adrien in front of him.

Sabine looked in horror at Adrien's disfigured nose held by tape and gauze.

"She did this?" Sabine questioned, "I know Lila had said-"

"It wasn't Marinette!" Adrien quickly defended, before his father tightened his grip on his shoulder.

"It was someone who claimed to know her. Adrien claimed she was forcefully removed by a larger man." Gabriel stated, "He had black and white hair with blue eyes."

"He's here. They both are upstairs. You can head up there; they're on the third floor. Marinette is on the fourth, if you don't see her." Sabine spoke quietly.

As they enter the third floor, they saw the man with black hair with a white tuff and blue eyes, turn to face them. Marinette looked like she was upset and close to tears at the table.

Jason glared at them, opened his mouth, but his phone rang and he held up a finger, signaling them to wait. He pulled his phone out of his leather jacket and groaned as he saw it read 'Old Man B'. He decided it was best to put it on speaker phone.

"Why am I getting a hospital bill from Gabriel Agreste?" asked Bruce, "I know you're in Paris, Jason."

"I punched his kid and probably….. broke his nose." Jason responded, rolling his eyes

"Why?" Bruce questioned.

Jason could hear the lecture that awaited him once he was back in Gotham.

"He made my little sister cry." Jason spoke.

"Cass or Steph?" Bruce questioned, "They don't seem like the kind to cry over a child."

"No; Gina's granddaughter." Todd said, as if it answered everything.

Bruce sighed into the speaker before speaking, "Fine; I'll pay." and hung up.

"I'm assuming that's what you wanted; a payout. You got one." Jason growled out, "And you don't have to worry about Mari, I'll be taking her with me to Gotham."

"I haven't agreed to anything!" Marinette shouted.

"If you want to watch the chaos, you're more then welcome to, but you are not staying at that school!" Jason cried out, ignoring the Agreste family.

"You can't just show up and control my life!" she screamed.

"Well, if your parents actually gave a damn and not listened to that lying bitch, Gina wouldn't have been given custody, and she wouldn't have sent me to take you away from this shit hole!" he retaliated, "Think of it this way, you won't even miss 'baby face' over there. Hell, there's no one left for you to care about here in Paris."

Marinette's head hung in defeat.

"Look, Pixie Pop, I know you don't wanna listen to the truth, but Gina has the say and she wants me to take you to Gotham, where you won't be harassed by people claiming to be your friends." Jason spoke more calmly, "I'm gonna set you up with Damian. He can help you through this."

"I don't need a therapist." Marinette scowled.

"He's Bruce's demonic spawn and you'll get along perfectly." Todd said, ruffling her hair.

"I refuse." Mari growled out.

"Too bad. You're fire; he's ice. You're good; he's a pain." Jason continued.

"Oh joy." Mari spoke up.

"You're sarcastic; he'll hate that! See you're already perfect for each other!" Jason smirked.

"Are you trying to get me to date or murder him?" Marinette asked, glaring at her new 'temporary guardian'.

"Nah. He'll do that for you, if necessary." Jason spoke, but Marinette just rolled her eyes.

"Look, he's in your grade and I doubt you'll walk into Gotham all sunshine and rainbows, trying to make friends, right away." Jason continued, "He's already better looking then Agreste, okay."

Marinette sighed in defeat, as the big picture started forming clearly in her head. She needed a new start and Gotham was it. She'd get away from Lila and Bustier. She'd be free from all of her duties as class rep, babysitting, making banners and outfits for school plays.

"He's not blonde." Jason teased, noticing her shoulders slump.

"Black hair and blue eyes, like you and all of Bruce's other kids, right? Guess I fit the bill: unwanted and I can pass as his." Marinette teased back.

Jason chuckled and took the seat next to her, "Yes, you do, but Damian isn't like that. He may look like a mini-B, but he's got darker skin and green eyes. Not like Baby Face, back there."

Jason pulled out his phone and showed her a pic of Damian he had secretly taken when he practiced his swordsmanship.

He smirked noticing the blush forming on her cheeks and tips of her ears, before she shook her head and looked away.

"Nope. No boys. Boys are nothing but trouble." Marinette growled, glaring at Adrien.

"It's your first heartbreak; you'll get over it. As much as I hate to say it, he's athletically built and is probably the most popular guy at school. Besides, Gina told me about your weakness for men with green eyes." Jason teased.

Marinette's cheeks flushed as she stammered, "So…..Adrien with muscles? Joy."

"Except…." Jason began nudging her, "he hates just about anyone and avoids social situations."

"And this is who you think will make me happy?" Mari questioned, looking at him.

"It will, at least, give you a friend. You can avoid everyone together." Jason summarized.

Marinette sighed in defeat, before taking a big breath, "When do we leave?"

"Atta, Girl! I knew you would see things my way." Jason shouted, "Come on, Pixie Pop. Let's see what you have to pack! Agrestes; bye!"

They next day at school was a disaster, right from the start. As Adrien walked into class, everyone flocked to him.

"Dude, what happened to your face?" shouted Nino.

"Did you wipe out? Asked Alix.

"Did you get hit by something?" wondered Sabrina.

"How did Gabriel let you out of the house after that?" questioned Chloe.

Adrien grimaced as the root of his problem and why his face looked like it did, latched onto him.

"Oh, Adrien. You must be devastated that our shoots are cancelled. I promise, I'll take care of you." cooed Lila.

As the bell rang, Bustier settled the class down when Officer Raincomprix walked in.

"Papa?" Sabrina voiced in confusion.

"Is something wrong? Does Sabrina need to leave?" questioned Caline.

"No. Sabrina may stay, but I'm afraid this isn't a friendly visit." Officer Raincomprix stated, as another person entered the room.

"Hello, I'm Lauren and I am from child protective services. We're here for Lila Rossi." she began.

"What?" Lila shouted, "Is my mother okay?"

"We are here to take you to a safe home until everything is cleared up." Lauren smiled, not answering Lila's question.

"Until what is cleared up?" asked Rose.

"Is someone hurt?" asked Mylene.

Jason entered the chaos and smiled. Adrien immediately shrunk in his seat.

"Which one of you is Lila Rossi?" he questioned.

The class pointed to her curiously.

'What else could happen today?'

Jason snapped his fingers and a man with a suit walked in. He pointed to Lila.

"Miss Rossi, you are hereby sued for defamation and slander by the Wayne family in Gotham." the man stated.

Lila paled.

"What?" shouted Kim.

"Why would the Wayne's sue Lila; they love her!" spoke Mylene.

"Because we don't know her." Jason stated, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Jason Todd-Wayne and I have never met Lila Rossi in my life. Neither has anyone else in my family."

The class turned to Lila as the man called out Alya's name next.

"Here?" she responded, raising her hand, confused.

"What's this?" Alya asked, as she was handed a similar file.

"You will also be receiving a lawsuit for defamation, slander, and a cease and desist notice for your blog." Jason stated.

"What!" she screamed.

"The lies you plastered about our family are enough to have your blog taken down and if you don't, you will be charged daily until it is removed." Jason spoke.

Alya stared in shock at the file in her hands.

"Why are you doing this?" asked Nino, as he moved next to Alya to comfort her.

"Oh, don't ask me; ask Lila Rossi why she lied so much." Jason smiled.

"Lila can't help her lying disease!" shouted Caline, in a frenzy.

Jason just smiled.

A moment later, an officer dragged a woman into the room, in handcuffs.

"What is the meaning of this, Lila? Why was I arrested for child negligence at the hospital?" the woman shouted.

"Mamma!" Lila shouted.

"Hospital? Were you injured?" asked Caline, "Please, let her out of the cuffs!"

"Injured? No; I work there!" Madam Rossi shouted, "Do you know how embarrassing this was? I demand to know what is going on!"

"But-" Bustier faltered.

"Lila said…. she was the daughter of an Italian diplomat." stated Alix, confused.

"Yes; her father, but he stayed in Italy and we divorced. I moved to Paris with Lila." explained Madam Rossi.

Jason smiled, "You were arrested for child negligence because this school can't do their damn jobs. Lila has been telling the class that she's been going on adventures around the world with you, the Italian diplomat."

"What?" Lila's mother questioned, looking at other police man and his guest.

"Oh, and CPS are here to take her away for her truancy, for missing months of school." Jason continued.

"Months? What are you talking about? The school has been shut down for almost a year because of all the akumas! She's been at home, being tutored!" her mother cried out.

Everyone looked between Lila and her mother.

"Lila?" her mother called.

"School has been in session this entire time, Ma'am. Lila has claimed she was with you in different locations around the globe. She would even video call and say how her day was." Office Raincomprix spoke up, "My daughter is in this class, as well. She has spoke of your daughter fondly and your trips out of the country."

In that instance, everyone's view of Lila was shattered. Her mother no longer saw the innocent girl she raised. The class saw a liar and the CPS officer was noting down that Lila was a liar and manipulative.

Another man in a suit walked in and handed Caline a pink slip.

"Caline Bustier, as of now, you have been fired for child negligence and enabling bullies." he spoke.

"What?" their teacher questioned, dropping into her chair.

"The school board has been investigating your class for awhile now and are appalled at how you have run things and allowed them to escalate this badly." he continued, "Today is your last day, as is that of your principal. He is cleaning out his office as we speak."

Caline looked from Lila to her class.

"If you had done your job, properly, none of this would have happened. If you had called her mother about Lila's 'disabilities' and asked for a doctor's notice for everything, we could have possibly gotten Rossi's mess cleared away. Now, everything that has happened since she started school, will go on her permanent record. Every school she goes to, will know her reputation as a liar and manipulator." he turns to the CPS officer, "I recommend getting a psychological evaluation on her before placing her in a home with other children."

"Yes, Sir." Lauren stated, "I apologize Miss Rossi, but I am Lauren and am with CPS. We will be taking your daughter out of your custody, for now. I have made some changes to her file, after all this over-whelming evidence. Madam Rossi, we might be able to come to an agreement since we are now aware you were not at fault, in this."

Th officer undid the cuffs and Madam Rossi walked over to her daughter.

"Why?" she questioned, "Why do any of this?"

Lila could feel the disappointment in her mother's voice. She hated that tone.

"Lila?" her mother pleaded, hoping for an explanation.

Lila scowled and looked away.

"Aren't you even concerned?" Madam Rossi questioned, "All these….lies. For what? "

The officer from before came up and handcuffed Lila with ease.

"Do you realize how many lives your lies have ruined, just now?" her mother questioned.

"We'll have to look back at her other school to see how long she's been doing this…routine." spoke Lauren.

Madam Rossi nodded.

Adrien watched as Jason smiled and dusted off his hands, done with the school drama. Silently, he left. Adrien quickly rushed after him. He saw Marinette closing a car trunk and slipping into the car as Jason took the wheel and left.

'Bye….Marinette.'

It was three weeks later, after the chaos, that the class realized that Marinette was missing.

"Has anyone seen Marinette recently?" Alix asked.

The class mulled it over before shaking their head.

"She's gone." Adrien whispered.

"What was that, Dude?" Nino asked.

"Marinette's gone; she's not coming back to Dupont." Adrien stated.

"What?" questioned Kim, "Where is she?"

"Did she transfer schools?" asked Juleka.

"She's in America." Adrien sighed, "She left the same day that everything happened with Lila."

"And you didn't tell us?" shouted Alya.

"It took you three weeks to notice she wasn't even in class!" he cried back.

Alya frowned. She knew he was right. None of them had even noticed she was gone.

"Why?" asked Mylene.

"Her Nona got custody after her parents didn't trust her anymore. They believed she was bullying Lila." Adrien began.

The class flinched, knowing they had complained to the Dupain-Cheng's about Mari's behavior.

"A family friend came to tell her and ….she went willingly after everything that happened that day." he continued.

"What day? What are you talking about?" questioned Alix.

"The day that guy came to pick her up……I broke Marinette's heart." he spoke.

"Wow! She finally told you." smiled Rose.

"So she left because you rejected her?" asked Nathaniel.

Adrien swallowed the guilt that was bubbling in his stomach.

"N-No. I….I knew Lila was lying and told Marinette to keep silent about it all." he concluded.

"Why?" growled Ivan.

"Her lies were obvious and Father said he would lock me back up in the house if I wasn't friendly with her." Adrien sighed.

"So all those things Mari said about Lila were true?" questioned Alya.

Adrien nodded.

"I should punch you!" she shrieked.

"Someone already beat you to it. It's how my nose got broken." Adrien explained, "I'd also advise against it, unless you can pay $57,000."

"Marinette broke your nose?" asked Kim in awe.

"Sounds like you deserved it." Alix stated, glaring at him.

"No….her….someone else did. A family friend did." Adrien stated.

"I told Marinette she was just jealous of Lila because of your relationship with her." Alya cried out.

"She was. We were dating, in secret, for four months. That's what caused the argument that day." Adrien sighed, "I was Lila's arm candy and she didn't like it. I told her I was choosing Lila over her and I got my nose broken."

"Then you deserved it!" yelled Nathaniel.

"Mari did so much for you to notice her and make you happy, even if she wasn't." Juleka spoke.

"I know that now." Adrien frowned.

The class shook their head at him and began to disperse.

Adrien's phone beeped as they left. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and saw he had gotten a text from an unknown number and there was picture attached.

Adrien opened the text to see Marinette's smiling face, in the arms of someone else. It was obvious that they were close and happily content, on the couch, asleep, in each other's arms.

Adrien could feel the tears as he read the text that came with the picture: Ur never getn her bak.

The dam finally broke and he sobbed as he brought his phone to his chest.

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Insatiable  ( Jungkook x Oc ) Chapter 9

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC!   Age difference!!!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3   Chapter 4 Chapter 5   Chapter 6  Chapter 7

Chapter 8 

Chapter 9

“Fuck yeah....” Jungkook’s grip on my thighs tightened, tugging me closer as he slid into me, deeper and i spluttered a bit, spitting water all over him. 

“This is a bad idea. “ i choked, blinking the water out of my eyes as the shower overhead kept pouring a whole deluge on top of us and Jungkook frowned, glancing at me in annoyance. 

“I’m going to  gag you the next time we have sex.” He grunted, pressing me into the tiled wall of the bathroom and I winced when he pulled out fully and rammed back in, clearly pissed. 

I pouted.

“I’m not good with water. “ I whined, eyes still closed because the water, Christ. It dripped into my eyes and all over my body and i couldn’t even enjoy being fucked right now because I was mortally afraid that Jungkook’s hands were going to slip, he was going to drop me on my butt and i was going to break my tailbone.

Jungkook groaned, more frustration than pleasure and gripped my ass harder, holding me up at a better angle and fucking right back into me, slide made easier both from his cum from earlier and the water. 

“Sera, sweetheart...if you could just shut up for a couple of mutes, I’ll be done. And then i swear I will never try to seduce you in the shower again. Ever.” He begged. 

 “  Why can’t you wait till i finish showering? We literally had sex ten minutes ago, why are you so thirsty? ” I glared at him. Or tried to . But I couldn’t .

Because water. 

‘Okay that’s it,” He pulled out, and I hated that sudden emptiness and this was probably going to be a problem, me being used to having him inside me all the time.

He grabbed the back of my knees, prompting me to get down. But my muscles were still a bit too weary he was dripping wet so I slid down a little, panicking. 

 I gripped his shoulders hard, and he laughed, shaking his head at the look on my face. 

“ I won’t drop you, little one. Stop looking petrified.” He chuckled, before carefully unwrapping my thighs from around his waist and lowering me to the floor. 

“You alright?” He brushed the wet hair off my face and I nodded.

“Can we at least kiss in the shower?” 

I laughed. 

“You can kiss me anywhere you want.” i reached out to press my lips against his and pulled back to smile at him, tilting my head as he ran his fingers down my neck, fingers fluttering against my pulse gently. 

“And can I drink from you?” He asked softly and i froze.

The words made me pause. 

“Jungkook...” I whispered, staring at my feet.

 I couldn’t believe he wanted to. 

He knew my secret. Knew that nothing good would come from feeding from me. That my blood in his veins would do nothing but take away his will, and the scent and taste of it all was just a facade. 

That everything about me was a lie. The innocence, the beauty , the delicate build...all a distraction from what I truly was : a dangerous, manipulative being. Someone capable of doing a lot of damage. 

“Please. When I start courting you, I want to be able to feed from you,  angel... It’s how we vampires build our bond. ...”He said gently. 

I laughed without really feeling it. 

“I would never say no to you. You know that....but... you... you know .” I couldn’t finish. 

“What do I know?” He asked gently, running his thumb across my lip. 

“ you know what my blood does to vampires. You know that I can use it against you.”

“But I also know that you  won’t.”  He said simply and I looked up at him.

“I trust you. “ He said simply.  i swallowed.

“Besides, most women would be glad that their husbands are terrified of them.” He chuckled. 

I knew he was joking but I still felt tears sting. 

I couldn’t bear the thought of Jungkook being afraid of me. 

“I won’t ever do it you know. “ I choked out. “ Take away your consent... I’ve never done it on anyone who didn’t deserve it...even with those boys in college , I was just scared that they would attack me again... That they would bite me again and i was bleeding out and I felt so cold...and i was so scared so I just did the first thing I could think of... I never meant to hurt them... I was just so scared and...” I sobbed out and his arms came around me , pulling me into a hug and I felt the tears spill over, soaking his chest as i clung to him.

“Baby...no...please don’t cry...it’s alright.. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have joked about that...I’m sorry Sera....”

“I’m not a monster. “ I whispered. “ Please don’t be scared of me Gukkie... I’d never hurt you or Joowon.... I’m not a monster.. I don’t want to be. I just.. I just wanted to be normal. It’s not my fault I’m the way i am.... ” 

Jungkook pulled back to cup my face between his hands, I bit my lips, another sob building up when I saw how wet his lashes were. 

“Baby look at me...” He smiled, a watery smile , “ I would never think that. I have never for a second considered you as a threat to me or my son.... you’re...”He shook his head, “ Darling, You’re not normal. You’re perfect.” 

“Now you’re just mocking me.” I muttered, looking away. But he made a noise of protest. 

“I’m not joking. You are easily the most generous  person I’ve ever met, Sera... You give so freely of yourself to everyone, whether they are deserving of it or not... You play with the babies , you take Joo Won out on walks and play ball with him, you do things for me even when I push you away and....God,  do you not know how amazing and kind and generous you are???!! “ He kissed me on the lips, hard , before pulling back. 

I stared at him, laughing a little but he wasn’t done.

“ I’ve never seen anyone as selfless as you. . Just the fact that you’ve given me the privilege to be here, hold you like this, tells me how kind and forgiving you are... You gave a bastard like me a chance, even though I did nothing but hurt you, over and over again.... You’re beautiful , So beautiful, my angel..In fact I was going to wait at least till we were out of the shower, but to hell with it.”

I blinked , surprised , when he grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist before rushing out . I grabbed my own robe, surprised, tying it together before following him out to the bedroom. 

He was fumbling in his closet and I felt my heart drop when I saw the small red box. He opened it easily pulling out a glittering necklace with a pendant and a small vial hanging off it. 

“Is that....?” I couldn’t even say it. 

“My birthstone.  It’s a sapphire. “ He smiled. “ And this vial has my blood. You put this on and anyone who comes near you will know that you’re being courted. By me. “ 

“You ... really? You mean this? You really want this?” I asked , nervous and jittery. 

He hesitated, coming closer and gently pulling my hand up . 

Jungkook placed the necklace on my hand, gently curling my fingers closed.

“Whether you put it on, or not. it’s yours. There’s no one else in this world, I would ever want to give this to.” He smiled softly. 

“How dare you!” I bawled. “ I can’t even take a picture because we’re dressed like this!!” 

He laughed. 

“So, i hope that’s a yes?” 

“Yes, you infuriatingly beautiful, beautifully infuriating bastard....! Put it on me!” 

Still laughing , he plucked the necklace off my hand and moved behind me. I smiled as he locked it in place behind my neck, pressing a small kiss to my skin. 

“Thank you. For giving me the privilege to love you.” He breathed against my skin, wrapping me in a warm hug and i closed my eyes. 

“I love you, Jeon Jungkook. You’re never getting rid of me now.” I grinned so wide my cheeks hurt. 

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“So...I was thinking... .” I began carefully glancing at Jungkook  who stood leaning against the bed post, fiddling with his phone while I ran a brush through my hair  before tying it up into a messy ponytail. He was already  dressed in jeans and a muscle t and I was ogling his nipples through the mirror. Last night, he’d finally let me bite them. 

“Yes, princess?” He smiled indulgently, looking up and running his eyes up and down my body as usual. I loved that. Being with Jungkook had taught me a lot of things about myself. Things I never knew I could enjoy. 

Like dressing up and being looked at . I’d spent a long time hiding in the shadows, wary of who I was, of letting someone see me for what I was. Feeling beautiful was a distant dream because I just didn’t want to be someone dangerous. Didn’t want anyone to look at me and see a monster. 

But standing here, in the comfort of my own room, dressed in a strapless yellow blouse and a flowy white skirt, with his eyes on me, I felt absolutely beautiful. I fixed the necklace around my neck so it shone bright . 

“ its Saturday. Not a lot of kids at the day care center so I don’t have to be there at all... Would the five hundred year old vampire be willing to spend a day indulging the twenty one year old human’s love for cotton candy and tandem bike rides by the river?” 

Jungkook laughed. 

“That’s something Joo Won would come up with. Are the two of you trying to play me again?”

Thwarted, I gave him a pout.

“It’s a beautiful day Jungkook!! Jo o Won loves the river... i took him there with Somi when you you were holed up with my father for two weeks and he had such a good time!! “

“You know...if you’re going to be the parental figure in his life, you need to learn to better resist his puppy dog eyes.” Jungkook said drily. “ Besides, I was hoping it could just be the two of us today. Celebrate  our courtship? “

I frowned. 

“I’m not leaving Joo Won alone... He’ll be bored.” I said firmly.

“Alright...how about you ask him yourself and let him decide?” He suggested with a smile. 

I hesitated , suspicious. 

Alright.

i followed Jungkook downstairs to the huge foyer and  then past the guards to the dining room for breakfast. 

To my surprise, Joo Won sat at the table with my father, both of them dressed in identical outfits. White t shirts, white pants and shoes , digging into toast and eggs. 

“Sera !! Sera!! Grandpa Hwang is taking me fishing!!!” Joo Won seemed to be vibrating out of his skin in excitement and i glanced at Jungkook in shock.

“you planned this.” I protested.

He shrugged.

“It was actually I who suggested it. i intend to get  to know my grandson better.” My father said with a bright smile and I felt the tears sting again as he looked at me, eyes warm and happy. 

“Oh, dad...” I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tight. 

“You’re glowing my dearest. And what do I smell?” He pulled back, eyes landing on the necklace. “ Ah. Finally plucked up the courage, have you my boy?” 

He gave Jungkook a wink and a grin. 

Jungkook bowed respectfully, smiling. 

“Excellent. Once all this distressing stuff with Tae Kwan is over, we will celebrate your betrothal in a grand manner. For now, let me take my handsome fishing partner and get out of your hair, with the promise to bring you a delicious catch for dinner tonight. Perhaps together? As a family?” My father smiled wide, eyes trained on Jungkook and he went red.

“Yes, sir.”

My father harrumphed.

“That’s not what you’re supposed to be calling me...”

I laughed as Jungkook went redder.

“Sorry.. I.. yes father. We will join you for dinner. “ He smiled a genuine smile and my father beamed at him. 

“Excellent....now sit down and let’s eat.” 

We sat next to my father and I remembered the first time my father had invited Jungkook to sit for breakfast with us. 

“Honey, would you like a drink?” i teased, fluttering my fingers against my neck and Jungkook flushed. My father guffawed heartily, highly amused. 

“Ahh yes... that was the morning i realized my daughter was a complete fool for you, Jungkook ah. “ He chuckled. 

“She told me about herself, father.” Jungkook said softly and my father looked surprised. He gave me a smile .

“It is good be honest with each other. I’m glad she did.” He said softly. “You may be overwhelmed by it, Jungkook ah. We have never seen anything like her. I haven’t encouraged her to pursue it because I’m not sure how it would affect her. Her blood is magic....but she herself isn’t. I don’t want her abilities robbing her of her life, especially because we don’t know the true extent of them.” 

I bit my lips.

‘I won’t use them .” I said softly . 

“You shouldn’t. They take a toll on your mind and I don’t ever want to see you in that condition again.” My father said firmly. 

Jungkook gave me a curious glance but I shook my head. 

“Please don’t worry about me father . I have Jungkook now. He’s going to keep me safe. Even though you no longer have to pay him for it.” I laughed. 

My father chuckled. 

We finished breakfast, with Jungkook and my father talking about business while Joo Won told me all the fishes he could name and how their feeding habit varied. He had a great love for books and his birthday was coming up in a few weeks. I had already bulk ordered a bunch of his favorite authors for him. 

When we were finally done, we walked out to the driveway where two cars stood, one to take me and Jungkook out for the day and a golf cart for my father to drive Joo Won down to the lake. 

“We’ll be home for dinner then.” Jungkook gave my father a hug and my father looked positively ecstatic at the gesture. I knew he had always loved him deeply and as Jungkook moved away to tie Joo Won’s shoe laces, I could help but snuggle up to his side. 

“you knew.” I said gently.

My father hummed, ruffling my hair affectionately. 

“Knew what , my dearest?” 

“That I would fall in love with him. You knew and that’s why you brought her here. You love him deeply and you wanted him by your side. To keep him and Joo Won safe.” 

My father smiled.

“you are perceptive. Yes... I have always regarded Jungkook as my son. i wanted him here where I could protect him. And that’s why i brought him here. And i hoped that you would both grow fond of each other....  But it wasn’t because i knew you would fall in love with him.” 

“Really?”

“Yes. It was because I knew  he  would fall in love with  you.” 

I turned to look up at him and he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. 

“ I told you dearest. i will never settle for anything but your complete happiness. And I think that is with Jungkook.” His eyes shifted away and I followed his gaze to where Jungkook was kneeling in front of his son, nuzzling his hair and hugging him tight. 

“They are your family now and I am at peace.” He said softly. 

Jungkook and Joo Won straightened and moved towards us, identical grins on their faces.

“He’s all ready .” Jungkook said softly. 

“Excellent. Come then young master Jeon...let’s go see what treasures the water fairy will bring us today....” My father took Joo Won’s hand and Joo Won’s eyes went wide. Giving me one last kiss on my cheek, my father led him away. 

“The water fairy?”

“Why yes, haven’t you heard of her? come... I’ll tell you all about it.” 

I watched the pair of them walk up to the golf cart on the driveway. 

I turned back to Jungkook smiling and holding my hand out.

“Looks like You get to have me all to yourself today, Jungk-”

The gunshot rang out behind me, right as my fingers brushed Jungkook’s. 

Terror as I’d never known flooded my veins as i froze, eyes trained on Jungkook who was already moving. My fingers shook, breath ripped right out of my lung, blood turning to ice in my veins as I turned around. 

The first thing that caught my eye was the commotion across the lawn, guards subduing a man into the ground, a shot gun lying by his side. 

And as my eyes finally saw the golf cart, I saw my father, slumped over the wheel, soaked in scarlet. 

The scream that got torn out of me was feral.

 My throat in agony as I raced to the vehicle. Joo won was on the floor, between my fathers legs and I realized that he had pushed the child down, covering him with his body right before the gunshot had rang out. 

Jungkook pulled his son into his arms but I could only crawl over to my father, gripping his face as he gurgled, blood flowing out of him in a torrent. 

“Daddy!” i whimpered... “ Oh God..no... Please...” I pressed my wrist to his mouth, but he was too weak to move, the shot gun bullet at such close quarters having left too much damage to his body. i saw the carnage, the blood and the mess and I sobbed in disbelief. 

“We need to get him to the clinic...!!” Jungkook’s arms came around me , pulling me away as men crowded my father, lifting him off the seat and onto a stretcher.  

“Se....ra...” My father’s broken voice made my knees buckle and I shoved Jungkook away, rushing to his side as they wheeled him to the nearest car.

“Daddy..I’m here... I’m right here... I’m going to fix this....we’re going to fix this...you’re going to be okay... Hang on... “ i begged and he chuckled weakly another spurt of blood dribbling down his lips.

“Wanted...to walk you...down ...”He closed his eyes, “the aisle...” 

‘I sobbed out in agony, the pain so heavy and all consuming that i felt like i was being torn to shreds on the inside. 

“You are...You are going to daddy...You’re the only one who can...the only one I have... Oh please God...no...” 

“I love you...”Take care of her, Jungkook-ah...”  He said firmly, eyes blazing red as he stared over me and i realized that Jungkook had followed me, was holding me up as he watched my father die. I saw him reach out and grip my father’s hand squeezing tight. 

“They’ll be fine father. All of them. Rest easy...” Jungkook whispered and I felt my heart crack clean in two. 

 I saw my father’s  eyes grow dimmer and felt hope leave my body leaving ice cold grief in its place. . No.. No...

“Dad...” I stopped crying, shock taking over me as i instinctively realized what was happening. 

He was dying. 

My father was dying. 

His hands went up, touching my face gently. 

“My favorite... “ He smiled weakly  and  I watched the light leave his eye forever. He slumped, softly, his hands falling away and I sagged. Jungkook caught me to his body. 

“I’m so sorry angel.” i could feel the damp of his tears as he cried into my neck. 

 I felt the cold in my heart as the bond between my father an I  pulsed and burned , really bright for one split second before fading abruptly, leaving icy cold behind. 

Screams rang out from all around me, from the windows over head and from across the estate. Somewhere I heard my sister’s roar of rage .

 Somi’s screams followed by Jimin’s sobs. 

Everyone had felt it.

Everyone in the clan had felt the death of the Hwang clan’s leader, shot dead on his own lawn by some traitor who had managed to break his way in 

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Author’s Note : I’m so sorry. 

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[mypoisonedvine]

Seeing Red | bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x actress!reader (part 3)

(part 1) (part 2) 

series summary: bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself.  except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.  

word count: 3k

chapter warnings: mention of past sexual harassment, very mature karaoke (lol), mention of pornography

Day 63 and you still hadn’t talked about it.  He’d actually gotten to know you a lot better over the past two months, even almost confessing his feelings for you with that stupid half-asleep storybook thing he’d done way back when, but you still hadn’t talked about the night you saw him looking in the rearview mirror.

Tonight actually reminded him of that night; this time was a premiere, for a movie you hadn’t actually been in but apparently you were supposed to go anyways?  He didn’t get it but he figured he didn’t need to.  As long as you came back alone this time, he’d be happy.

Of course, when he saw you step out to the car to leave for the venue, he was confident that would be impossible— not that you ever looked bad on a red carpet or anything, but wow… this was different.

“It’s not too slutty, is it?” you asked him nervously, spinning around to show him the back.  Don’t look at her ass don’t look at her ass don’t look at her ass—   

“Just slutty enough,” he responded with a gloved thumbs up.

“Perfect,” you smiled, and he opened the door for you to get in the back.  He took a moment to catch his breath before circling around to the driver’s side.

You actually chatted with him on the way, which was a new thing you two had started doing when he drove you.  He looked forward to your talks a lot— especially the ones where you ranted about whatever was on your mind.  You would usually apologize for rambling but he liked it; and, you were cute when you got really worked up about something, even if he thought it was kind of trivial.

As he pulled up to the red carpet, with cameras flashing and the indistinguishable yelling of reporters and fans, you shot him a look as if you didn’t want to go.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah,” you shook your head incredulously, “I just… I wish you would’ve come and seen it.”

He recalled a few weeks back when you offered him a ticket to the premiere showing, but he’d insisted on just sticking to what he knew and letting your assistant have the spare ticket.  “I’ll catch it on Netflix,” he dismissed.

“No, I mean, I wish you were coming with me,” you explained.

Was it hot in here, all of a sudden?  Because his cheeks felt warm.  “Uh, you don’t want me in there.  I always fall asleep in theaters anyways.  Just go have fun and I’ll catch you after.”

“Okay,” you nodded with an adorable little smile.

So he waited, wondering if he should’ve taken you up on it all those weeks ago, but decided he probably made the right call.  He would just embarrass you in a place like that, more than likely, and you had enough to deal with already.  He felt more useful waiting in the wings than being in the spotlight, to use a fittingly-timed theater metaphor.

It was a few hours of him killing time in the car, but he got to relax a little more since the event already had pretty good security on its own.  You’d recommended a book called Flowers for Algernon to him, even lending him your copy for the time being, and so he leaned his seat back and picked up where he’d left off from this morning.  Of course, if he had known that you’d be gone long enough for him to finish, and that the ending was going to make him cry, he probably wouldn’t have read it.  WIth his luck, it was inevitable that he’d be all but sobbing when you texted him to pull the car around.

Wiping his tears and hoping his eyes wouldn’t be too red, he tossed the book into the glovebox and started the engine.  You waved cheerily when you saw him from the entrance, and he attempted to navigate through all the other cars pulling up so he could reach you.  Thankfully, you didn’t have a new friend with you this time— or an old friend.  Jealousy crisis averted, for now.

“How was it?” he asked with a smile as you opened the door and slipped in, unable to hide how happy he was to see you.

“The premiere itself was a lot of fun, I got to see some people I hadn’t seen in ages; the movie, though?  Sort of pretentious,” you admitted as you shut the door and he got the car moving again.  “And way too long!  I could watch movies all day, but that doesn’t mean I want to watch a movie all day!”

“Fair enough,” he laughed.

“What did you do?” you asked innocently.

“I finished your book,” he frowned, trying not to think about it so he wouldn’t get emotional again.  

“Ah, I can tell you’re still a little hurt about it,” you smiled mischievously.  “Should’ve warned you about the ending.”

“No, no,” he disagreed, “it’s not a bad ending just because it’s a sad one… it was a good book.”

You’d already been smiling, but your smile undeniably changed as he watched it in the rearview mirror.  Something softer, something more sensitive.  He liked this one better.  “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

Just in time to interrupt the moment, you saw something on the passing street outside that caught your attention.

“Ooh, karaoke!” you piped up, pressing your face against the inside of the window excitedly.  “Pull over!”

He chuckled at how easily distracted you were, but did as you’d asked.  He barely found time to slow down to a stop before you were opening the door and running out, flashing your ID to get inside.

He groaned as he realized how completely unsafe it was for you to be in a bar… especially now, when you were at your most recognizable and literally still wearing what you’d had on at the premiere.  Thankfully, he managed to pull the car around and park in the closest spot he could find, jogging to join you inside the bar and hoping you hadn’t already made too much of a scene.  His hopes were dashed the moment he pushed through the door, however.

“Is she perverted like me?  Would she go down on you in a theater?” you sang along with the grungy backing track of Alanis Morrisette’s You Oughta Know; your lips were curled into a faux snarl as you stood on stage with your heels in one hand and the microphone in the other.

Bucky’s head fell into his hands, looking around to see hundreds of bar patrons, nearly all of them with their phones out filming you.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Bucky mumbled to himself, hoping you would somehow hear it and take his advice.  Instead, you pantomimed sucking a dick with a cute little wink and everyone cheered.  “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“And I’m here, to remind you,” you continued, jumping around wildly; you looked like you were having the time of your life, honestly.  If he wasn’t so worried about you, he would’ve let himself smile seeing you so happy.

During the bridge, you stole someone’s water off their table and poured a bit on your head, slicking your hair back and shivering from the cold.  There was something about the water dripping down your face, starting to soak your clothes and make your skin glisten...

Bucky glanced around to make sure no one was looking at him before subtly adjusting his jeans.

He watched you sing the entire song, making most of the notes and definitely capturing the anger of the original song— if clearly having a lot more fun with it than most would.  The entire bar cheered when you finished, and you took a moment to take some pictures with people and meet a few fans, which he thought was sweet even if his bodyguard instincts forced him to interrupt after a moment.

“Alright, that’s enough,” he guided you away gently.

“Goodnight!” you waved goodbye to someone who was already buried in her phone and posting the photo you’d taken with her.

“Have a good time?” he asked sarcastically as the two of you began to walk out together.

“Would’ve been better if you hadn’t been glaring at me the whole time,” you smirked.

“I wasn’t glaring, I was just… watching.  You have a good voice, you know.”

You seemed surprised by the compliment.  “Oh.  Thanks.”

“And your stage presence is certainly… energetic,” he grinned.  “I bet your little charade is already trending.”

“I checked, and it is,” you giggled, showing him your phone for a moment where Twitter was open and you were the #7 topic in the United States and climbing.  “And the part where I poured that water on myself is pretty gif-able, don’t you think?”

He raised a brow as he held the back door of the bar open as you slipped back on your heels and walked past him.  “Is that why you did it?  For the reaction?”

“I did it cause it was fun,” you corrected.  “You wouldn’t know anything about that.  And the water thing was just practical, I was getting hot in this dress.”

That didn’t seem to be a problem anymore with the way you shivered in the night air as he walked you through the parking lot.  “Want my jacket?” he offered.

“No,” you frowned, but you eyed the leather with a hungry stare.  He chuckled and took it off, draping it over your shoulders anyways.  “How far is the car?” 

“Uh, a block?  Not much parking this time of night,” he explained.

“Ugh, these heels,” you groaned, “they hurt so bad.  I don’t know if I can make it.”  You began to slip them off but he stopped you.

“You can’t go barefoot out here, god knows what’s on the ground,” he shuddered; what if there was broken glass or something?

“Well, I can’t wear these,” you frowned, “and I probably shouldn’t be walking on asphalt in red bottoms anyway…”

He probably should’ve warned you before he scooped you up into his arms, but it was sort of instinct and he kinda forgot to say anything first.  You squealed a little but then went lax in his grip.

“You’re gonna carry me the whole way?” you asked incredulously.

“It’s only a block,” he shrugged, adjusting you in his arms a bit before starting the walk. 

It got quiet after that, the cool night air rustling the trees and blowing through his hair— frankly, he was a little chilly without his jacket, but it looked better on you anyhow.  The drive home was quiet, too, or at least quieter than usual, but it didn’t feel awkward, necessarily.  It didn’t feel like a lull in the conversation; it felt more like the conversation had just changed from verbal to non-verbal.  You both looked around at the city lights surrounding you on the drive, silent because there was nothing that needed to be said.  It wasn’t nervous, or tense, or anxiety-inducing like most of his interactions with you (or with anyone) could be.

It felt like time spent with an old friend.  He hadn’t known you long enough for that to be accurate, but he was happy to think of you as a new friend.  He just hoped you thought the same.

Arriving at the house, he dropped you off at the front and watched you make a mad dash for the stairs and presumably your bedroom, smiling to himself as he parked the car and came in to follow you.  He saw his jacket tossed onto the couch and your expensive shoes discarded right by the door.  Going upstairs and peeking into your room, he saw your limp form flopped onto the bed, your back exposed from the low cut of the dress.

“You’d better not get comfortable, you’ll kill me if I let you fall asleep with all that makeup on,” he frowned, leaning against the doorway.

"I couldn't fall asleep yet, anyways.  I'm wired."

“Any plans to burn off all that energy?” he pressed.

You groaned a little as you sat up, starting to unclasp all the jewelry on your wrists, around your neck, and on your ears.  “It’ll take me a while to get out of all of this— but not as long as it took me to get into it,” you laughed.  “Then I’m thinking TV and beers.”

“Beers?” he questioned, emphasizing the plural.  “You plannin’ to get toasted right before you go to sleep?”

“No, it’s plural because there’s one beer for me and one beer for you,” you explained with the slightest air of condescension, but he couldn’t really think of it as rude since it was an invitation.

“I don’t want to intrude on your chill evening,” he refuted.

“No, really, you’re not intruding!” you insisted, standing up and setting the jewelry on a nightstand before approaching him and turning to face away from him.  “Will you unzip me please?”

He stammered a little.  “I don’t… see a zipper,” he admitted with a weak voice.

“It’s on the side here, see?” you lifted your arm a bit, and pointed to it.  

Reaching out to touch your zipper was reminiscent of that old boardgame Operation: he needed to touch the zipper and only the zipper, cause if he bumped into anything else nearby, he got the feeling he’d get zapped.

His breath caught a bit as he watched more and more of your skin become exposed, the zipper ending up so low that he could just barely see the top of something lacy around your hips— and he had to stop there because anything more could induce cardiac arrest.  

“Thanks!” you piped up happily, slipping away to your closet to do the rest in private.  “Will you get the beers while I take my makeup off?” you requested through the shut door.

“Sure,’ he replied, turning to leave but realizing he should ask first: “Shiner or Pabst?” 

“Don’t patronize me,” you grumbled, and he laughed because it was a stupid question.  Trodding downstairs, he grabbed the Shiners from the fridge, stopping to check his phone only to see that it had started to automatically send him headlines pertaining to you.

‘Touch of Blood’ star gives impromptu karaoke performance at Queens dive bar!

He laughed at the picture of you onstage, even though he thought it was kind of reductive to describe you by a movie you’d been in so long ago when you had so much great new stuff coming out.  Jumping back up the stairs, beers in hand, he found you makeup-free (aside from some leftover mascara and eyeliner that hadn’t really made it all the way off) and in a robe, laying on the bed as you pointed the remote at your TV.  He thought you looked almost more beautiful like this than you did on the red carpet; of course, objectively, everybody looks better when they’ve been painted to the point of perfection, but he liked the domesticity of this.  When you were casual and relaxed like this, he could almost, almost pretend you were his girlfriend or something.  And not, you know, a global superstar and his employer.

“Beer me,” you requested as he sat down next to you, handing you a bottle and trying to ignore the thorough view of your legs he was getting in that robe.

“Anything good on?” he prompted as he watched you scroll through the channels on the guide.

“Uh, not particularly,” you frowned.  

“They’re showing a game,” he pointed out as you passed the sports channels.

“I’d rather watch this pay-per-view porn,” you rolled your eyes.

He cleared his throat but said nothing because he was confident there was no good response to that.

“Hey, I’m in this!” you beamed, changing the channel quickly.  He nearly had a heart attack until he realized you weren’t scrolling through the porn channels anymore.

He recognized the film instantly as the one of yours that he’d seen the most, for one very embarrassing and slightly sinister reason; looking down to the corner, he saw the HBO logo and realized it wasn’t going to be edited.  His palms got a little clammy but he tried not to worry about it too much.

“Oh, this girl was super nice,” you remembered as you pointed to a character on-screen.  “She had a bigger role but most of it got edited out.”

“That must be a bummer,” he imagined.

“Eh, it happens,” you shrugged.  “Beats getting fired, or recast in the sequel.”

“Have you ever been fired during filming?” he pressed, morbidly curious.

“Once,” you nodded.  “We were only a few days into it so they had no trouble finding somebody new and redoing my scenes.  Just think: I could’ve been a Bond girl if I’d slept with that producer.”

“You— what?!” he squawked.  “You got fired because you wouldn’t have sex with a film exec?”

“I got fired because of ‘creative differences,’” you explained with exaggerated air quotes, “and, unrelatedly, those creative differences surfaced the morning after I refused to get down and dirty with the EP.”

“Jesus,” he shook his head, “that’s… I hope you told someone.”

“Yeah, anonymously.  Somebody will care someday, but not yet.  He’s still too profitable, and not enough people have come forward.”

He glanced over at you, admiring your profile as you kept your eyes on the TV and took a sip of your beer.  When you turned your head and looked back at him, he realized he’d been staring a bit too long.

“What?” you asked, quirking your brow a bit. 

“What?” he repeated.

“You’re staring at me,” you frowned.

“Sorry, I was just… sorry,” he shook his head and looked back ahead.  What he found there wasn’t much less embarrassing, though: he knew all too well that this was the scene right before THE scene.  The scene he’d watched over and over until his arousal overpowered his shame.  The scene that he’d used to try to satisfy his crush on you, but it only made it worse.  The scene that had burrowed into his mind and deepened his obsession even as he fought it with everything he had…

You know, that scene.  And he was about to watch it with you.  

Bucky was completely, entirely, and supremely fucked.