#bc his men were in the (unlocked) cell with him; one of them could have run for help or a medic even if it was too late

[dilfkuza]

watching Nishitani's death scene always leaves me devastated. like noooo king you can't die you haven't gotten your rocks off in a decent fight yet

[eddiebillysteve]

cat and mouse

(( harringrove prison au ))

chapter three | find chapter one + chapter two here

pairing | billy hargrove/steve harrington 

summary | the morning after the stunt on the top bunk doesn't go as smoothly as billy had planned.

a/n | as always please read warnings before reading because this is a dark fic !! also eddie may or may not make a lil appearance in the next chapter !! pls comment or pop me a message if you're enjoying bc it gives me so much motivation :' ) find it on ao3 here !!

warnings | billy has a low key god complex (that we love), extreme possessiveness and toxicity, mentions of hard ons, dark/dom billy hargrove bc he wants to turn steve into his bitch, stuff like that !!

It had taken a long while for Steve to fall asleep after Billy’s moment on the top bunk. Even after he was sure the man above him was asleep, the dozing off still didn’t come. There were too many words bouncing around his head for him to even consider closing his eyes. 

Gonna dress you up in makeup and everything, gonna make me real rich. 

When he did manage to succeed in drifting off, they infiltrated his dreams and turned them into nightmares.

He dreamt of Hargrove cornering him and smearing red lipstick onto his mouth and blue eyeshadow onto his lids. The dream didn’t take place in their cell, though, and instead in his bedroom at home. The entire time he called out to his parents for help, could hear them going about their business just outside his room, but they didn’t care. He just knew they could hear him, but they were ignoring him as always, even when Billy’s hand snuck into his prison issued trousers and he started to wail a little louder.

He woke up after his father’s voice snapped at him to shut up because he was working, not that Steve would know what that was like. 

“Have a nightmare, sweetheart?” 

Billy was above him, leaning into his bunk so his eyes could trail over the pretty features of the boy beneath him. It startled him and he jolted backwards so hard that he smacked his head against the inside wall.

“Jesus Christ!” 

Billy had to chuckle, clearly amused by his reaction, and reached out to ever so gently touch his fingers to the side of Steve’s head, the side that he had hit. There was no bump or blood, so it hadn’t been a very hard hit, but he had to make sure his new property wasn’t damaged anyway. “Careful, Stevie. You’ll hurt yourself if you do shit like that.” 

“Don’t touch me,” Steve smacked Billy’s hand away from his head, deciding to ignore the part of him that wanted to lean into it. 

He couldn’t have been attracted to Hargrove, or so he told himself. He’d never been attracted to men before, at least not really. Everyone saw celebrities on screen and in magazines and thought they were beautiful, or so he assumed. 

Billy clicked his tongue in a disapproving way, eyes narrowing the slightest bit. “Now, now, pretty boy. You’re onto your last few hours of leeway. I’m being gentle with you, and I’d like to continue to do so, but if you keep being a brat, I’ll have to teach you your first lesson. There’s only so much slack I can cut you.” 

“Brat?” Steve repeated, incredulous, and shoved past him in order to get out from the bunk. “You’re fucked. You’re absolutely fucked up in the head. What the hell was that last night, man?” He was breathing heavily, panicking, and Billy stood up straight, simply watching him. It was early enough that the cell door hadn’t been unlocked yet, but it would be shortly. It was a Sunday, Billy had another day off from his scheduled work, especially since he’d paid visits to all of his side buyers the previous day, which meant he could do whatever he wanted all day long— and what he wanted to do was Steve.

Harrington slid past him to go to the door, but just like the previous night, it didn’t open. He tried and tried, but when it didn’t give, his fists made contact with the heavy metal. 

Before he could scream for someone to let him out, a hand was around his mouth. Another went around his chest, restraining his arms, and his back was suddenly yanked back to be flush against Billy’s front. Almost immediately he could feel something hard against his rear and a fresh wave of panic hit him. 

“Stevie,” Billy hissed into his ear, tightening his grip around him so he couldn’t flail his arms. “Stop it. Now. You’ve got until the count of three before I make you stop. You hear me? One.” 

Hargrove had to admit that Steve had some fight in him from the amount he was struggling, but it made no difference. Billy was pure muscle and had been weight lifting for a decade. He could handle Steve, and men even bigger than him, for that matter. 

He had a fair bit of practice, after all. 

“Two,” he hissed again, and he could feel Steve’s laboured panting against his hand. He was struggling to breathe through just his nose. “Your last fucking chance, amigo. I’m going to let you go, and you get to decide whether I’m nice or not today. Three.” 

Finally, Billy released him and for a second, the only thing that happened was Steve tried to catch his heavy breath.

But then he let out a scream. 

“You fucking idiot,” Billy snarled, practically lunging at him. He had Steve pinned to the bottom bunk within seconds and his trousers pulled down to reveal his bare ass even faster. “Shut the fuck up unless you want me to give you something to scream about. The guards couldn’t give less of a shit about you, Steve. How do you think you wound up in my cell, huh? I chose you. They let me choose you. I run this fucking prison, I run them. They know not to come near my fucking cell unless I call for them. You can scream until you’ve got no voice left, and they still won’t come for you. They don’t care about you, sweetheart. No one cares about you. Your friend that fucked you over? He doesn’t care. Your Daddy? Doesn’t care. I don’t see him bailing you out, do you?” 

He knew he was gambling with that one, because he had no idea what Steve’s relationship was like with his parents or if they were actually bailing him out, but he could tell from how Steve was suddenly crying beneath him that he’d struck a nerve. 

“But you’ve got me now, Stevie. I care. I care about you more than anyone else,” He eased himself down atop him further, pressing his bulge against Steve’s bare bottom, but there was still fabric between them. “Listen to me.” He reached for Steve’s face and yanked it to the side so one cheek was pressing against the too-thin mattress, and then he leaned down close enough that his lips were touching the skin of his ear. “There is no one else anymore. Just me. I’m your best friend, your boyfriend, your daddy, your teacher, your fucking God that you pray to during Sunday fucking church. I say if you eat, sleep, shit, blink. I decide if you live or die now. Do you understand me? I should make you get on your fucking knees and beg me not to get them to add another decade to your sentence.” 

“You can’t do that,” Steve was blubbering out the words through his tears, and suddenly Billy shifted up his attitude again. His hand moved to stroke over his head so gently, wiping the strands out of the tear streaks on his cheek. 

“But I can, baby. I can do anything I want. You don’t know the rules in here yet, you don’t know how fucked the system is. The goddamn warden buys his crack off of me, he’ll do anything I say to keep me from spilling his dirty little secret. He’s done it for me before, a good few times. Amazing how easy it is to frame murder as an overdose.” It was only slightly true; the warden did buy his gear off of him and Argyle, but Billy had never asked him to take anyone out before. No one would have believed him over the warden, anyway, so the leverage he had was nonexistent, but Steve didn’t have to know that. 

Steve’s lip quivered and Billy knew he was believing every word. 

“Shh, baby. It’s alright. You don’t need to cry,” he murmured, shifting into a gentle voice, but he pushed his hard on further against Steve’s arse. “I don’t like getting mad at you, sweetheart. I wouldn’t have to if you would just be good for me. I want to ease you into this, I do, but you’re not giving me much of a chance here.” He shifted his hips a little more, properly grinding for a few seconds before coming to a stop. “Let’s try this again, little bird. Let’s try our wake up again. This isn’t a good start to the day, is it?” His voice was a coo in the most condescending kind of way, and he lifted up enough to pull Steve’s trousers back up and over his rear, but only after groping at his cheeks. He was getting harder to resist by the second. “Now, I’m gonna get up off of you so you can get back into bed so we can start over, alright? Easy now, sweet boy. Don’t try anything.” 

He got himself up, but stood directly beside the bunk with his hands hanging on his own so he could watch Harrington like a hawk, almost blocking him in, leaving him without an escape route. If he tried to make a bee line for the door again, Billy would have him pinned in mere seconds.

Harrington didn’t try anything, though, and instead did as he was told. He moved to crawl back under the covers and then looked to Billy once he’d done so. He felt like he was in a cage with an angry bear and was trying to play dead to prevent it from attacking. 

Billy smiled, approvingly, and moved to sit on the edge of the bunk. He was still hard, but he ignored it for now, his fingers shifting to wipe Steve’s tears. “There we go. Isn’t that much better? A gentler start to the morning,” he murmured so softly, so sweetly. It was like he had two personalities. “Now, let’s try this again. Did you have a nightmare? Your sleep didn’t seem real peaceful, Stevie.” 

“How long were you watching me sleep?” Steve flinched away from Billy’s hand until he was met with another soft tsk. 

“I can watch you all night if I want to, sweetheart. And I think I’d quite like to. Even when you’re having a nightmare, you look so pretty when you sleep,” he gave him a smile and Steve felt his gut twist. Someone so frightening shouldn’t have such a beautiful smile. “What was it about, hm? Talking about it will make you feel much better.” But when Steve didn’t respond, Billy’s hand found his chin, squeezing it tight to force his eyes up to look at him. “Was it about me, baby? Was I in your nightmares already?” 

“No,” Steve lied, and the word came out a little funny because of the hand around his face, but Billy was satisfied with the answer whether he believed it or not. 

“Then who was it about? Your parents? A girlfriend? Tell me about them, tell me about your life on the outside. I can find out all about it whether you tell me or not, but I’d rather hear it from you,” Billy released his chin to go back to stroking over his hair. His eyes trailed over his watery eyes, the tear stains on his cheeks, the ever so slightly pouted lips. Steve was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen and he just wanted to stare at him forever.

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” Steve started, but Billy’s snort of laughter kept him from continuing on.

“Liar. You definitely do. Or if you don’t, you’ve only just broken up. What’s her name, huh? Karen? Angela?” He raised his eyebrows a bit. “You don’t realize how much your face gives away, sweetheart. I can read you like a book.” 

“Nancy. Her name was Nancy. We’re not together anymore. We just broke up. It’s fresh,” Steve mumbled a bit. 

Billy moved then, very slowly easing himself down to lie on his side beside Steve in the little bunk. He didn’t get underneath the blankets, instead lying atop them with his head propped up on his arm. “That’s a good boy. See, it’s not so bad telling me the truth, is it? I can be real nice when you do what I tell you to do, sweetheart,” He smiled and he so gently stroked his hand over Steve’s cheek.

It was the first time Steve didn’t flinch — and also the first time he leaned into Billy’s hand. He couldn’t help it. He wanted to be comforted, even if it was by the man who was scaring him.

“This Nancy is an absolute dipshit for letting you get away. You’re the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen,” Billy murmured to him, and for a fleeting moment, just a few seconds, Steve forgot about their situation. If he tried to imagine it really, really hard, they could have been just back from a date and lying on his bed at home. “Seriously. I’ve never seen anyone like you before. I knew I had to have you the second I saw you.”

“You could have just spoke to me,” Steve whispered, deciding to take the opportunity to try to gain some mental footing between them. Maybe he could play it soft, be a dreamy boy that Billy fantasized about, and he’d be protected without having to do whatever it was Hargrove was going to tell him to. If he could make Billy fall in love with him, he’d be his gentle and kind side all the time. “You know, when you saw me in the cafeteria or something. You could have just come up to me and said hello. I would have talked to you. Could’ve been friends.”

Billy smiled a little. He knew what Steve was doing, but he’d let him try it for now. It was cute to see him try. “Oh, yeah? Would you have thought I was cute, sweetheart? Would you have gone all red if I came up close to you and told you that I thought you were such a pretty boy?” He leaned in closer as he spoke, so close that Steve pulled his head back out of fear that Billy was going to kiss him. “Who said we can’t be friends now? I’m your everything, and that includes friend.”

“Friendship doesn’t start like this,” Steve whispered, hoping that he wouldn’t suddenly piss Billy off. He didn’t seem angry, though; he was still stoking over Steve’s skin with the most gentle touch. “You just… Last night…” 

“Shh,” Billy shook his head. “You’re going to want me to protect you in a more than friends way real soon, Stevie. I give it another twenty minutes, half hour at a push.” A loud alarm interrupted him; it was mechanical, but not like a fire alarm. It was the signal that the cell doors were being unlocked and the inmates were free to leave their cells. 

Steve jumped a bit at the sound, but he was more focused on Hargrove’s words. “What? Why twenty minutes?”

“Because,” Billy’s mouth grew from a small smile into a big, mean grin. “It’s shower time.”

[wienerbarnes]

The Escape

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 2,717

Warnings: mind control ooooo, general violence, description of stealing a car that is wildly inaccurate bc ive.... never stolen a car, dues ex machina

A/N: some background about the reader! this one takes place before the last chapter of the original series, way before anything with bucky. this oneshot kinda recounts her prison escape 👀 not a lot of bucky in this one, but kind how the reader got to where she is and stufffff i love a good origin story

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

You didn’t sleep the entire night. How could you? How were you supposed to sleep when you know you’re waking up to your inevitable death?

You refused a last meal a few hours ago. What was the point? You didn’t have an appetite anyway.

All you could do was count the hours, the minutes, the seconds, until the footsteps would sound down the hall, arriving at your cell, the guards would stare at you through the bullet-proof glass wall, the only wall of four that wasn’t made of thick concrete.

They’d take you down to the observation room, they’d strap you down in the chair before asking for your final words. You’d stare out into the window of the observation room, unable to see through to the otherside, but knowing there’d be witnesses there. Maybe the families of people you killed. Maybe government officials, the ones who worked as hard as possible to get you this ending.

First, the sodium thiopental would be injected into your veins to sedate you. Then, the vecuronium bromide will be given that will send your body into paralysis. Finally, the potassium chloride will stop your heart. And your life will be over.

What a shame.

Too soon, your life was wasted. And too soon did the guards feet sound down the hall. And too soon did he arrive in front of your cell, ordering you to get up from your bed to shackle you.

He’s alone, you notice. Perhaps they don’t expect you to put up much of a fight.

Something snaps in your brain and before you realize you’re even doing it, you’re tapping into the young guard’s poor brain. He was a cop. A cop turned prison guard to spend more time at home, less time out in the world trying to catch bad guys. Never really bad guys, though, always just some unlucky soul caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Open the cell.” You tell him, finally through to his head. The keys jingle as he unlocks the three complicated locks attached to the side of the door.

You’re suddenly grateful for the hundreds of times they called you crazy, they called you a psycho, they told you you didn’t have powers, that that was your sad and sorry excuse of the reason for your crimes.

“Take off your clothes.” You order next. The young man begins to strip, taking off his clothes until he’s down to his underwear. White briefs with a blue waistband.

Once his uniform is on your body, you take everything he has, leaving his pistol with him.

“Shoot at everybody that comes in here.” You tell him, and he stares at you blankly, no longer in control of his actions as you take over.

You take a moment, closing your eyes and trying to concentrate on what the prison looks like, where the exits are, and where the guards are. You peek an eye open to glance at the man’s watch that now sits on your wrist, eight minutes until the shift changes.

Eight minutes for you to not fuck this up.

You close the cell door behind you, locking it, and making your way down the hall. You need to time this perfectly so that you’re slipping out as the other guards are leaving.

Just keep your head down, and get out as quickly as possible. Don’t talk to anyone. Just get out and start walking. You’ll get to the city eventually and you’ll hide out until you can keep making your way through New York. Maybe you’ll go to Jersey. Or up to New Hampshire.

Yeah, you’re just going to walk to New Hampshire, aren’t you?

Not a priority right now. Focus on getting out. A deep breath until you unlock the gate at the end of the hall, making your way out into another hallway. You visualize the map in your head once more and keep making your way down. You walk with confidence, head still slightly tilted down, but steps quick and light. Another guard turns the corner at the end of the hall and you make sure your steps don’t falter, and he walks right by you without a second thought.

You’re still unsure about the whole mind control thing. You don’t want to question it, because it seems to be pretty useful right now, but you don’t want to abuse it either, knowing your luck will eventually fail you.

It’s not long before you hear a gunshot ring out in the distance and you glance at a clock on the wall to see the shift change happening now.

You need to get out of here, now. Soon the guards will realize it’s you who’s missing from your cell and the search will begin. They’ll start with the entire grounds of the prison, which will hopefully buy you some time to make it to the city, if you sprint.

You finally make it to a more open area, exit signs now posted at the tops of doorways. You finally find a group of other men, some with bags or coats and you slip into the crowd, hoping that these are the guys leaving from their shift.

“Hey, have a good one, man. Tell the family I said hello.” A rough hand pats your shoulder before brushing past you.

Your stomach drops at the fact that these men are so unaware. So unaware that their real friend is in your cell, probably having a shootout with the new guards who just began their shift. The fact that these guards showed up to work today and the first thing they encounter is another guard in his underwear shooting at them.

Push it back. Push it back. Push it back.

As you’re huddled in between bodies, a bright light suddenly washes over your face. Sunlight. Your eyes burn at the feeling, a feeling so foreign having not felt it in months. You force them open though. You need to separate quickly, because not only do you not know where the parking lot is, you don't know which car is yours, you don’t have keys, and even if you did, you don’t know how to fucking drive.

Why did you never learn this! You never thought you’d need to since you decided you were going to join the military at sixteen, but you still should’ve fucking looked into it!

You don’t think you’ll make it walking. It’ll draw too much attention. The prison is in the middle of fucking nowhere and you’re just going to walk home? What would be worse is if someone offers you a ride.

New plan: find your car and hope it’s unlocked so you can sit inside until everyone leaves.

You know Hydra made you break into things before; houses, cars, etc. But you’ve tried to repress so much of that time that you can’t remember if you ever hot wired a car before.

You hope your luck doesn’t run out anytime soon.

Men arrive at their cars and the options quickly narrow down between an orange SUV and a black, fancy-looking car. You take your chances on the SUV.

It’s unlocked. It’s fucking unlocked. You shut the door and heave, feeling so hard to breath in the small space, but feeling relieved at the chance to finally make some noise and express your stress outside of that group of people you were stuck around.

“C’mon. C’mon! Fight or flight, c’mon, just make me know how to hot wire this.” You close your eyes, as though that will suddenly make the knowledge appear in your head. It doesn’t, surprisingly.

Until you look in the cupholder to see a dozen bobby pins. He probably has a daughter. “It’s going to have to do.” You mumble to yourself.

You quickly straighten them out and shove them into the small spot where the key goes. You twist and turn, holding a bunch of pins together to simulate an odd shape of the key, until finally you hear a click.

That’s gotta be good! Right? You go with it, continuing to twist until you hear a sputtering and crunchy sound of the engine starting.

This guy drives a piece of shit car. But it’s fucking on! You waste no time in putting the car into the drive before pulling out the lot. You make yourself extremely nauseous at your own driving, or rather, attempt at driving. You see in the rearview mirror the lights on the prison flashing, the bright red signaling that they’ve realized you escaped. You give yourself twenty minutes before they ditch the search of the prison grounds and look for you in the city.

Down the road you alternate between driving fifteen miles an hour to sixty, finding it so difficult to get a steady control of the car. But you’re doing it! You only need to make it to the city. That’s it.

“How the fuck do they make sixteen-year-olds do this shit?”

Eventually you get the hang of it. Still a terrible driver, but you at least don’t feel as scared driving among other cars. 

The longer you drive, the more it catches up to you what you’ve done. Soon enough, the tears come and so do the sobs. Until you stop a red light and let out a yell of agony, the stress and sadness washing through your body.

It’s hard, wanting to break down completely but having to keep your eyes open for the light to change, and having to pay attention to your surroundings. You find a small alleyway to pull into and you put the car in park before ditching it.

No time to cry, you can cry later. You peek around at the name of restaurants and stores around you, not recognizing any of them. You look at the street signs not recognizing those, either. You haven’t been around society in almost ten years, and you feel hopelessly and utterly lost.

You look around the alleyway and see a big dumpster. Just for a little while, you think. You lift the lid and climb inside, shutting the lid above you.

It’s dark, greasy, and the worst thing you’ve ever smelled, but it’s somehow better than where you were. You don’t know how much time has passed, but the noise outside the dumpster grows, and you make a guess that it’s around six or seven in the morning.

If you want to blend in with the crowd, you need to change your clothes. A prison guard outfit will most definitely make you stand out to people, especially when news breaks that there's a prison escapee on the loose.

When you finally lift the lid to stand up, you look to your left to see a teenager, probably not older than seventeen, staring at you, frozen, key in hand, seemingly to open up some store that you’re in back of.

He’s tall and lanky, and what makes him stand out to you the most is the spiky black hair he sports on his head and the thick black eyeliner around the rims of his eyes.

“You… okay?” He asks, clearly confused as to why a random woman in a prison guard outfit is hanging out in the dumpster behind her place of work. But you’re frozen. You don’t know what to say. You can’t imagine the last twelve hours I’ve been through, it won’t make much sense.

“Are you… hungry?” He asks when you don’t answer. “I’m, uh, opening now, but no one will be here for another hour or two when we actually open. I can make you something if you like?” He offers.

He thinks you’re homeless. Which, you are, technically. But he doesn’t recognize you. Perhaps you haven’t made the news yet, but it’ll only be a matter of time.

You finally nod, climbing out of the dumpster bin and walking over to where he holds the door open for you.

You devour the sandwich he makes you, a simple ham and cheese on white bread, but it’s the best thing you’ve eaten in, well, a decade.

“How long have you been homeless for?”

“Are you from New York?”

“What’s your zodiac sign?”

“What’s your favorite band?”

So many questions come from the curious kid, kindness radiating from him. Casual conversation ensues, and you’re careful not to give too much away.

“Can I ask you something?” You ask, wiping your mouth with a napkin as you swallow the last bit of sandwich.

“How do I get to Brooklyn from here?”

“You’re in Brooklyn, silly.” He responds and your eyes widen a bit, not thinking you’d get this lucky.

“Sorry, that came out kinda insensitive,” He apologizes, picking up your plate, “It’s not like you have a GPS or anything. Anywhere you’re trying to go in particular?”

You have a flash of a vision, Bucky sleeping soundly in his apartment, as the sun shines through in orange cracks in his blinds. Your mind envisions the building, where it is, what it looks like, and how you can get there. Why is your mind and body wanting to lead you to where Bucky is? If you’re trying to lay low, why does your vision want you to go to what’s the third most recognizable government figure in the country, after the President and Captain America?

“Uhm… to see a friend. I guess I wasn’t trying to go, but I have a lot of… free time now, so. Just don’t know what I’d say to him.” You tell the boy, rubbing your eyes in exhaustion. You’re not looking forward to the rest of the day, or week, or month, or life.

“Why don’t you write a note? That’s what I do; when I don’t think I can say the right thing, I write it instead. I can give you some paper and an envelope.” He offers.

This kid has got to be my guardian angel personified, you think. What are the fucking odds?

“You should take it with you, though. I gotta open up soon, and I’m sure you don’t want to experience the morning rush of this place.” You read my mind.

“I’ll give you a change of clothes, too. Where’d you get that, anyway? Do you hang around dumpsters often? Is that one from a Halloween store?”

“Okay, that’s too much. You’ve already been so kind.” You refuse, ignoring the curious questions that shoot out of his mouth.

“Then don’t take it as me being kind, take it as me being mean. You smell like shit from that dumpster.”

You can’t help but laugh, and oh how good it feels. You never thought you’d laugh again, and here you are, giggling at being told you smell bad by some goth teenager.

Soon enough, you’re walking through the backways of buildings, in a crisp white t-shirt that smells of the cologne of a teenage boy, and note and envelope in hand. It takes you about forty five minutes to make it to Bucky’s apartment building, and it was only slightly less stressful that your walk out of that prison.

Through the glass door, you don’t see anyone at the front desk, so you open the door and step inside.

To your left you see a wall of mailboxes, and one large one at the bottom overflowing with letters and gifts. You take a wild guess and say that that one belongs to Bucky. You’ve heard he’s a pretty popular guy, along with the company he keeps.

You take the stairs to the eighth floor and the fourteenth room, hoping the 814 on that mailbox wasn’t random. You scribble out on your piece of paper, tearing it off and keeping the rest in case you need for another note in the future, or a snack. You bite at the blue bracelet on your wrist before it breaks and stick it in the envelope, tucking in the flap to close it.

You place it on the ground and silently press your ear to the door. You don’t hear him, but you hear the sound of the television, announcing your missing presence and the manhunt around the city. You take that as a cue to leave quickly.

Why you feel such a draw towards Bucky, you’re not sure, but for some reason, you have a feeling that leaving him this gift of sorts won’t come back to haunt you.

Perhaps it’ll even lead to the opposite.

[itsmattsunshinehere]

Hiii, so I've been reading your writings for a bit now and I absolutely love it. Could you possibly do either a Kurro headcannon or scenario (I don't mind whichever is easiest!) Where the s/o used to be a volleyball player but got hurt and can't play now (or something along those lines?) And just him/them finding out and such. If not it's fine thank you for considering!!

Thank you sweetie, im sorry for being like a sloth 🦥 eheh BUT im trying my best! N e wayss you can find something similar here! Thanks for your request, I hope you like it! 😘💘

-L

Kuroo Tetsurou x reader.

Since you were a child, you've always spent all your afternoons playing volleyball. 

I mean you aka female version of Kageyama.

One day your mother took away your beloved volleyball for literally two hours cause you didn’t do the laundry.

You didn't talk to her for a WEEK lmao. 

When you met Kuroo, someone as passionate about volleyball as you, it didn't take long for you to get together. 

At the beginning they were just "combined workouts" between yours and his team, to train better against more powerful "enemies" in your case and more agiles one for him.

Then your simply “going outs” became strategic meetings cause you know,,, captains things,,, ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

Finally, you came to the conclusion that denying the evidence had no sense and you started officially dating.

(Lev was the only one surprised poor baby oops.)

That's how you found your fan no°1 cause you can bet your ass that the S in Kuroo Tetsuro stands for Supportive Boyfriend.

although volleyball takes a fairly important position within your relationship, there is much more between you two.

In the end it's just one of the many things that you two share and it gives you the opportunity to pull out some sides of your characters, such as the strategic one in Kuroo.

One day you spent a whole afternoon trying to list all of Bokuto's possible weaknesses and you even tried to bribe Akaashi (failing of course).

Then during one of your games, in an attempt to save a ball, you landed badly on one knee, severely damaging it and this led you to say goodbye to your beloved sport.

You were devastated: volleyball was all you had, or so it seemed to you at first.

Obviously Kuroo, being the amazing boyfriend he is, immediately showed you how many other beautiful things you still had in your life, starting with your teammates who had not abandoned you.

You still had your parents who loved you endlessly AND your perfect boyfriend, more caring than ever.

Literally: you just unlocked third parent package.

If Kuroo used to worry cause you passed to much time in the gym trying to improve your serves, now he keeps texting you to know if you need a help even to get dressed.

He! started! making! you! lunch!

“Because you don't do as much sport as before, you have to be even more careful about what you eat: mens sana in corpore sano."

“Testu what the fuck did you just said?”

He came from daddy to grandpa in two seconds lmao.

Now you spend half of the time making fun of him with Yaku.

don't tell Kuroo or he'll make sure to make things clear in your mind eheh ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°).

He’s also very likely to ask you to be his team’s manager at some point cause,, you know,, you're a little genius and he needs you bc his team shares literally three brain cells (and they're all Kenma's).

At the end of the day, he really loves you and would do anything to make you happy.

[duker42]

oh I've got an interesting idea. How about after Levi nearly losing his s/o, he goes insane? his overprotectiveness is thru the roof n sees everyone as threat to his s/o. when the doctors try to help him and pushes his s/o out of the room, he just snaps and kills them all. He was then thrown in a cell. His s/o is heartbroken bc he still acted the same with her, loving and sweet. She would go to his cell at night even when she shouldn't and just hold him. you can decide if he gets better or not!

I like this as more of a HC than a scenario.

Levi Going Insane After Almost Loosing Y/N:

It was after a horrible mission where Levi had to cut Y/N out of a Titan’s stomach. He was minutes from losing the one person that had come to mean the world to him.

He wouldn’t let anyone touch her and tended to her himself.

It started to worry Erwin how much Levi hovered over Y/N, how protective he was over her.

He stayed by her side every moment and had even gone so far as attacking one or two of the cadets during sparring sessions when they hit Y/N.

The day that Erwin ordered the doctors to try and help Levi was the day he completely snapped.

He had been in his office, her safely on his lap when they came in. One of the doctors grabbed Y/N and pushed her out of the room while the others tried to hold Levi back.

He heard her cry out as she struck the stone wall and he went berserk. He picked up the letter opener on his desk and swiftly killed all four of the men in his office.

Erwin and Mike came in when they heard the screams and found Levi standing over the bodies. He was fine now that Y/N was safe and didn’t resist when they put him in handcuffs and led him to the dungeon.

Hanji had performed a few tests with Levi behind the safe confines of the cell bars. He would only go insane when there was some threat to Y/N. Other than that, he was his normal self.

Y/N had no reason to fear Levi, her safety was what was driving him to insanity, but he would never hurt her.

She would unlock his cell at night and come in to sleep beside him, tearful and scared that she would never get the man she loved back. But she still wanted to be with him.

Hanji theorized that if they could make him forget about the incident, he would regain his true self again. It was a long shot but it was worth it to have Humanity’s Strongest Soldier back and healthy again.

They put him through hypnosis and manipulated his memories to forget about that close call on the expedition.

When he was woken up, he didn’t seem to understand why he was in the cell. Hanji pushed Y/N, something that would have make Levi go berserk just a few hours before but now just made him quirk his eyebrow at the aggressive move.

Levi was back.

They released him and his crimes were forgiven. Although Erwin and Hanji had to monitor him closely to make sure something like that never happened again.

Y/N was just happy to have to her old, grumpy and slightly distant lover back to his original self.

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[greensconnor]

i’m asking about your dragon age characters

molly i would KILL for u im ur personal hitman now

anyway i said my city now because the entire bioware writing team sucks shit xoxo and i’m so much smarter than all of them but also fully incapable of having a normal amount of ocs for anything (see: the time i made 20 rwby ocs in less than two weeks) so i have. five worldstates here r some assorted thoughts

uhhh so the worldstates r as follows

eira mahariel (two-handed berserk/champ spec), rhett hawke (two-handed berserk spec), alas lavellan (mage knight enchanter spec), romanced alistair/fenris/dorian respectively

shiv tabris (dual wield duelist/assassin spec), radella “rads” hawke (mage spirit healer spec), kat adaar (two-handed reaver spec), romanced morrigan/isabela/cassandra respectively because im a pc gamer and i think i should be able to date whatever video game woman i like because im infinitely better than cishet men

this world state said yeah i respect mens rights. mens rights to shut the fuck up

twins bronson (sword/shield reaver spec) & bryant cousland (archer ranger spec), carmine hawke (archer assassin spec), syracuse trevelyan (dual wield tempest spec), romanced zevran/anora/josephine/bull. if ur wondering how that works my city now and the warden, hawke and the inquisitor should all meet and so they do because i Said So

riva amell (mage arcane warrior/battlemage spec), graham “gray” hawke (mage force spec), hellathen “hela” lavellan (archer assassin spec); romanced cullen/anders and later blackwall because hawke only likes men who will break his heart. hela doesn’t have a romance because she’s literally 20. who let her lead the inquisition (me it was me). also it should be noted the version of cullen i have in my head only vaguely resembles actual cullen because i write better than dragon age writers ever could and i gave him an Actual Cohesive Narrative and he gets bullied relentlessly for being scrawnier than his mage boyfriend

malien “mal�� surana (mage spirit healer/keeper spec), jules hawke (sword/shield reaver spec), ash adaar (mage rift spec), romanced leliana/merrill/krem because i should have been able to kiss krem and its a Crime that i am not allowed to

knight enchanter is a Very op specialization and by Very op i mean it makes a mage with their built-in low constitution stats able to solo the biggest baddest dragon in the game on nightmare mode in under five minutes so like. alas lavellan fist fights dragons for fun send tweet

i think lavellans should be able to hit ppl with bricks for all the shit they endure. thus solas gets pranked by mahariel and alas by which i mean they just tip buckets of water onto him from the rookery

kat might be my only competent inquisitor but she did also try to knock out the right hand of the divine and attempt to gap even tho there’s fucky magic burning up her hand so does she have a brain cell? you decide

also its fantasy land and i do what i want so kat has blue/gold sectoral heterochromia

gray “mage rights” hawke is best friends with fenris which surprises literally everyone. their friendship started because they got into a fist fight and then they were like okay i respect u now. hawke is like hey fenris give me ur sword i have a fun trick to show u [uses his sword as a foci to zap carver in the ass with lightning]

i am Always thinking abt like how cullen could have been one man anti-chantry propaganda machine if he hadn’t so blatantly been shoehorned into every game past origins so anyway bioware forgot about a wholeass moon i can write what i like. [holds up cullen by the scruff of his stupid armor] not only are you bisexual you are also a bottom

i also Hate the whole uwu mage haters get fixed by romancing a mage

unlocked secret dialogue option where my inquisitors verbally cuss out dorian’s dad instead of whatever sympathetic narrative the writers were going for cuz its bullshit.

riva is a showoff and a Menace about being as good as he is because he unabashedly loves being a mage and hes like oooh look at me im sexy i dont need to use my hands to cast magic because i’m just that good ;)) and you know what. hes right.

gray, on the other hand, does Not want to be mage. he wants to be a druffalo farmer and retire in the hinterlands and be left the fuck alone. unfortunately he is gay and has one brain cell and terrible, terrible taste in men. ribbed relentlessly for this by riva (altho does he have room to talk hes been hung up on cullen since he was like 13)

shiv is trans n kieran is the result of doing the dark ritual with her wife and he looks a Lot like shiv (dark skin pointed ears, shock-white hair) and morrigan always just Assumed she dyed it or did something magic with it so seeing their kid come out like that was a WEIRD time for her

leliana almost Murdered by cassandra in worldstate 5 because the warden is Actually There The Whole Time, but its been 10 years, mal’s cut off all her hair and gotten full facial tattoos and she’s like “no one will know its me its fine” and she’s right. she gets away with it. only cullen like, Knows, because he knew her before the blight but he doesnt have a death wish n he like. will Not piss her off

shes dalish by birth n she was stolen from her clan by templars and thus is vehemently anti-circle and anti-chantry in general

uhhh the vallaslin (elf face tattoos) of my 4 dalish characters are:

eira = ghilan’nain (chose em cuz shes rlly interested in the navigation aspect of the goddess)

alas = falon’din (god of the dead n he picked them because he’s Also the god of fortune and alas is like tee hee fun but also he can and will kill u if u fuck with him so yk its fitting)

hela = june (god of the craft bc she likes to Make things but june is also the god who taught the elves 2 hunt and hela is. a hunter.)

mal = elgar’nan (allfather/god of vengeance bc. she is Vengeful. she is Angry. but yk fucking with shem politics and fucking their divine is like. mal may have little a retribution. as a treat.) yes she has the full half-face solid colour tattoo she does NOT fuck around.

bronson and bryant r not genetically identical but they Look similar enough 2 anyone who doesn’t know them well enough 2 play spot the distance. anora and bronson think this is a super fun game to play, especially when nobles realize they’ve swapped out the king but they’re too nervous to say anything

eira mahariel has two hands. one is for holding hands with alistair and the other is for throttling elven gods, apparently. she’s killed one before so solas she’s coming for your bitch ass next. watch urself.

speaking of eira and alistair are married thru dalish tradition and humans don’t recognize it n alistair loves 2 re-propose to her with random things. he’ll just pick up like. a bit of cheese and be like “marry me ;)” and she’s like GASP but whatever will the chantry say!!!! all of their friends r sick of them

“vhenan if you love me bring me a sword” “you think i could do better than a sword made out of space rock?” “:)”

eira is my youngest hero at 18 at the start of her game and kat is my oldest at 32 at the start of her game.

none of my hawkes are under six foot. rhett is the tallest (6′8″) and rads is the shortest (6′2″).

syracuse trevelyan would have been the Perfect inquisitor if he were not a pretty boy himbo and a gay bastard who does Most Things just to spite his parents.

[corypheus pointing at syracuse’s visage in his crystal orb thingo] i want that twink obliterated

i love the companions from older games return thing i truly do so i make it a point for Every companion to return in inquisition so the gang rlly is all here because i am a Slutte for found family

i lie in my keep worldstates because i dont want to choose between hawke and alistair during here lies the abyss but i never make him king and every time i play inquisition and cole has the wicked grace line it makes me Scream. alistair baby im so sorry i did this to you but i didnt actually do this to you

yes this is my everyone lives au but like. all the time. i have never left hawke in the fade and i do not intend to.

fuck whatever nonsense about wardens not being able 2 have kids. by sheer divine power (me) anora and bryant have three daughters; eleanor, sabina & cecelia n both bronson and zevran make Excellent uncles because i think anora deserves good things because i’m tired of bioware being like women bad, actually,

so like most of the time i have the warden & hawke turning up after the move to skyhold n then staying on, with the exception of bryant, carmine & mal. mal is as mentioned previously just There the whole time with her girlfriend. bryant steps in as king of ferelden w/ interests in closing the big hole in the sky spewing demons in2 his kingdom yk. carmine shows up because she wants to help & she wants protection for bethany but she outright says she’d rather die than be inquisitor so cassandra is shit out of luck.

“CHANGE HER MIND VARRIC” “she once doubled down on insisting amaranth was a shade of blue because she didn’t want to admit to being wrong. no one’s changing her mind seeker”

alas is the middle child of eight and is thus very good with children and also bossing around people older than him. 2 of his older siblings come to the inquisition when stuff in wycome has been settled

i left ash with the basic canon background with Some variation (he grew up under the qun and left of his own free will when his magic was discovered n he realized he couldn’t take living as a saarebas

kat on the other hand was raised tal-vashoth and has bounced around basically all over thedas and leads her own merc company when the conclave blows up. she also speaks multiple languages. is there a language she doesn’t speak? probably not

just realized how long this got so im gonna like. stop my general rambling now but lmao yeah theres some basics. waves hands.

[imagineproduce101]

Zhu Zhengting Mafia AU

you worked in the 101 doing a lot of field work, esp. recon

even though you were fairly young, you had been raised around members of the 101, and so you had both the knowledge and the skills

one night, you were just walking to the convenience store to pick up some food when you heard a girl scream

and obv you were concerned, so you ran in the direction of the scream, only to find a girl maybe a few years younger than you crouched on the floor, three guys standing menacingly a few feet away

pulling out your gun, you quickly intervened, and the three guys ran off, not wanting to get involved in a scuffle

you quickly hurrried over to the girl to make sure she was okay, and helped her to her feet

she explained that she lived just a few blocks away, so you walked her to her apartment

her older brother was home, and when he opened the door, you felt your heart eXIT YOUR BODY???

bc wow he was super cute and hot and wow at the same time

the girl you’d helped thanked you and hurried inside, leaving you to explain the situation to the brother

after explaining, the brother thanked you as well, and quickly introduced himself as zhu zhengting

and just before he was about to close the door, he paused

“have i met you before?” he asked curiously, peering down at you

you frowned, looking closely at him, and shaking your head

the incident quickly left your mind as life moved on, and you were tasked with bigger missions

SVT was getting a lot bolder in the jobs that they picked up, and the leaders of the 101 definitely weren’t happy

and that meant that you were getting a lot busier too, with your own jobs getting harder

as a recon agent, your job was to scout out locations for potential operations or transactions to ensure that they were neutral and safe

but recently, there had been more and more set-ups where you’d actually had to draw weapons and call for backup

one night, you were coming back to the 101 hq after a job when you got a text from daniel asking you to come to his office

“ah, (y/n),” daniel looked up from his desk with a small smile, “please, take a seat.”

there were two seats in front of daniel’s desk, one already taken, so you hurried to take the empty one

as you did, you heard the quietest gasp from next to you, so you quickly turned your head

and sitting next to you was zhu zhengting

“i see you two have met before,” daniel smiled, “now, i have a sort of proposition for you. zhengting works in surveillance; he’s second in command there, and certainly has extensive experience. recently SVT has been encroaching on our areas, and it’s been impacting the efficiency of the surveillance team. that’s where you come in, (y/n).”

you raised an eyebrow, seeing where this was going 

“you’re an expert in stealth and undercover. i’m asking the two of you to partner up-- you’ll both be doing surveillance on the ground.”

you sighed, leaning back in your chair as you flipped through the file that daniel had given you

he was right-- the surveillance team was getting fucked, hard, but they didn’t have any agents experienced in actual field work

“fine,” you agreed

after daniel wrapped up the meeting, the two of you got to your feet and zhengting showed you the way to his own office where the surveillance team worked

“hey, you’re the one who rescued my sister, right?”

you glanced over at zhengting, who was just looking over at you casually, eyebrows raised

“oh,” you nodded awkwardly, not really knowing how to respond, “yeah, that was me.”

zhengting nodded and shot you a smile that had your cheeks heating up

“thank you for that-- i don’t think i could ever get over someone hurting her.”

as soon as you entered the surveillance office, you were instantly greeted by the other members, whose names you promptly forgot

once you’d gotten introduced, the two of you looked over your first mission file

working together, you soon found that the two of you actually got along fairly well

after the two of you sucessfully complete your mission, daniel is very smug 

and continues to assign the two of you on missions

and of course, since the two of you are spending so much time together, you get to know each other quite well

zhengting is actually a super cute, cheerful guy who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time

and you really respect how much he does for his younger sister

the two of you have a tradition of going to get food after a mission, and the more missions that you go on, you realize that maybe,,,, kinda,,,, sorta,,,, you like zhengting

like, on top of how incredibly cute he was, zhengting was just so caring and respectful and like wow what a man

frightened by the feelings and the idea of liking someone you were working with, as soon as you figured it out, you marched into daniel’s office and demanded a partner switch

daniel just kind of smirked at you

“you’ll thank me for this later, (y/n)”

and so you had to endure being around zhengting and his stupid caring mannerisms and sweet gestures and why did the world hate you like this

one night, quite similar to the night when you’d first met zhengting, you were walking to the convenience store when you heard a familiar scream

without thinking, you raced towards the sound, hand darting to where your gun was, and fuck, your gun was still with zhengting from your mission the day before

but by the time you realized this, you were already in the alley with no other options

zhengting’s poor younger sister was curled up in the corner, five men standing menacingly over her

you heard one of them yell something in chinese and kick her side, which made you charge forward with little thought

“hey!” you shouted, barreling forward

but before you could really do anything, someone was grabbing you from behind, shoving cloth over your eyes

obviously, you struggled against them, but you were unable to get free as they bound your hands behind you with some kind of plastic, probably a zip tie

you felt yourself being shoved forward roughly, and faintly heard zhengting’s sister scream

soon, the two of you were shoved in a vehicle, the door slamming loudly

bending over, you pushed the cloth over your eyes up slightly to be able to see and glanced around

you checked to make sure that zhengting’s sister, who whispered that her name was jia li, was alright, and she quickly nodded

“i’ll get us out of here somehow,” you whispered to jia li, who looked to be on the verge of tears

thinking quickly, you asked jia li to turn so that you could grab her cell phone from her back pocket

after unlocking it, you dialed zhengting, knowing he always picked up when his sister called

“so, where are you chaps taking us, anyways?” you asked the men in the front of the van casually, hoping zhengting would recognize your voice “i mean, it isn’t very often that one is kidnapped.”

“shut up,” the man driving grunted, “minghao, get the bitch to shut up.”

you quickly squirmed to hide the phone under your leg as someone, minghao, probably, reached back to shove some cloth into your mouth

once the guy turned forward, you grabbed the phone again, doing your best to type out something to zhengting

“irs (y/n), tsken by svvvt, stay on line.”

zhengting texted back immediately

“I have euiwoong tracking ur location, when you get to the svt location i’ll get you all. please stall until i call this number. stay safe.”

you quickly murmured the plan to jia li, reassuring her that she would be okay and explaining that you’d do all the dangerous stuff to stall for time

as the van came to a halt, you shoved the phone into your undershirt/bra, so that the svt wouldn’t notice it

“okay you two, get out of the van,” a voice that sounded like the driver’s growled, and you felt yourself being yanked out

“wait, wait, i need to go to the bathroom,” you said loudly, “like, really badly. just drank a bunch of coffee, you know how it goes.”

the men whispered furiously amongst themselves

“jun, take them to the fucking bathroom,” the driver groaned, obviously the leader of the operation

you hid your smirk, feeling someone shove you forward

“here.”

“can i uh, maybe get the blindfold off?” you drawled, and winced as someone hit you across the face before roughly yanking your blindfold off

“don’t try to fucking be smart with me,” the man-- jun-- growled

you just rolled your eyes and went into the one-stall bathroom, standing there for a few minutes awkwardly to kill time

the punch to your cheek had been hard, and the area was already puffing up a little

you winced at the sight of it in the mirror, knowing that it would form a nasty bruise

“hurry up in there!” jun roared from outside

“yeah, yeah, sorry,” you shouted back, taking a deep breath before stepping outside the bathroom

the blindfold was tugged over your eyes and you were shoved forward, the two of you rejoining the group

jun had a bruising grip on your arm, dragging you forward

you and jia li were taken down a long, long hallway before being stopped roughly

“take the sister in first,” you heard someone say

“wait, no,” you cried out frantically, trying to wiggle away from jun, “take me first, please.”

“shut up,” jun shouted, kicking the back of your knees sharply to make you sink to your knees

the impact almost made you cry out and you gritted your teeth, silently apologizing to jia li

you were kneeling on the cold ground probably for fifteen minutes before jun hauled you to your feet, the two of you entering a cold room

the blindfold was tugged off of your eyes again, and you blinked as the bright lights entered your eyes

“well, well, well, who do we have here?” choi seungcheol raised an eyebrow at you from across the metal table, hands folded calmly, “we aimed for zhu zhengting’s sister, and we got his partner as well.”

you gritted your teeth, racking your brain for something to say-- you knew that your identity was well concealed, and if word got out that you were working surveillance, you’d be fucked

“oh, yeah, i’m his partner,” you laughed awkwardly, blurting out random words, “zhengting really is the perfect boyfriend, you know? caring, compassionate, great se--”

“wait, what?” seungcheol stood up, slamming his hands down on the table, “xu minghao, explain yourself! you said they were zhu zhengting’s partner!”

“i mean, you’re not wrong,” you said quickly, rolling with your incredibly stupid statement, “i’m his partner, as in, his significant other.”

seungcheol groaned, burying his head in his hands as you cackled internally, incredibly amused at how gullible the SVT was

“why are we being kidnapped?” jia li asked bravely from her spot next to you

you were impressed with how brave jia li had been throughout the entire thing, and the question she’d asked was a smart one

seungcheol sneered at the two of you

“for what else?” he sat down again, composure returning, “for information. zhu zhengting has been evading us for months now, and we need information about how he works, when he does jobs and the like.”

well shit, now you were really glad that they didn’t know you were zhengting’s partner

“why not just capture zhengting? isn’t this kind of a hassle?” you asked, frowning

a slow smile spread across seungcheol’s face, “ah, but you see, this is the least hassle. zhengting is good at what he does, i’ll give him that. there’s no way we could capture him directly. but holding his precious sister hostage-- and apparently, his significant other as well-- well, he’ll have no choice other than to turn himself over.”

jia li clearly looked panicked, and was about to cry, which made seungcheol smile even more

then, out of nowhere--

“Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah, Bad girls gon' swalla-la-la”

you looked over at jia li incredulously-- her ring tone for zhengting was swalla?

“what’s that?” seungcheol looked at you sharply as your chest began playing the song

“oh, my phone--” you smiled over at him, “can i answer it? it’s zhengting.”

“put it on speaker.” seungcheol ordered, motioning for someone to clip off your zip ties

idiots

you produced the phone, tapping the ‘speaker’ icon and quickly shouting so that any of zhengting’s words were drowned out

“zhengting, please!” you said loudly, “we’re being held captive.”

luckily, zhengting caught on quickly.

“where are you?” zhengting asked roughly, “are you safe? did they hurt you?”

you glared over at jun, “kinda, but we’re fine. they took me and jia li.”

“oh?” zhengting coughed loudly, “am i on speaker?”

“yes, zhu zhengting,” seungcheol said loudly, “come and collect your possessions, before we do any serious harm to them.”

“don’t you dare lay a finger on either one of them,” zhengting growled, his tone of voice sending a slight shiver down your spine-- this wasn’t acting, zhengting was serious, “jia li, we’re about to move in-- please stay safe, find cover and let (y/n) do the work.”

you frowned as zhengting said something in chinese, but instantly looked over to where jun and minghao were standing, hands darting to their guns-- how could you be so stupid? they both understood chinese

“jia li, (y/n), get down!” you heard someone roar, before the crack and sharpness of bullets being fired started

you leaped over to shove jia li down before grabbing your chair and bringing it down on the guy standing behind you, who crumpled

you grabbed his gun and dragged jia li to a corner, crouching down as fighting broke out

the members of the svt rushed out of the room with weapons drawn, completely abandoning the two of you

“jia li, stay in here and take this,” you said, grabbing the gun of a someone else who was also unconscious, “you know how to shoot?”

jia li nodded quickly, and you hugged her before getting to your feet and running out the door

the svt had taken you to some kind of abandoned building complex, with one-story buildings forming an odd square

“jia li’s still in there, someone get her out!” you shouted, spotting huang justin, who you knew was dating jia li

justin nodded, racing off in the direction of jia li, and you sighed in relief, knowing that justin would keep jia li safe

you could hear the sound of gunshots and yelling before a much louder sound took over-- a helicopter was circling the complex

sticking your head out from behind the building, your eyes widened as you caught sight of choi seungcheol and his team, seungcheol holding zhengting in a headlock

“cover me,” you yelled to sanggyun, one of your sharpshooters who was next to you, before darting out into the open space of the square

“let him go!” you shouted over the loud sound of the approaching helicopter, its blades creating a frenzy of wind

you charged forward, raising your gun and firing shots at the group

true to his word, sanggyun managed to clip seungcheol in the shoulder, and he fell back into jun, letting go of zhengting

you continued firing, getting closer and closer

svt wasn’t firing back, clearly almost out of ammo as they waited for the helicopter to touch down

you managed to hit jun in the leg, yelling in success as he crumpled over

the helicopter touched down, and the barrage of shots from you, sanggyun and the other 101 members made seungcheol and the svt abandon zhengting in favor of running towards the helicopter

as the helicopter rose into the air, you raced forward to zhengting, panicking when you saw that he was bleeding

so much was going on as you looked to the sky, lungs burning, the noise of the helicopter drowning everything out

the winds whipped your hair in your eyes, but you could barely make out xu minghao with a pair of binoculars to his eyes, focused on you

you quickly realized that your cover was about to be broken, and as you raced up to zhengting, out of breath, you shouted the sentence that would change your life

“kiss me!”

zhengting’s eyes widened as you barreled into his arms, lips crashing against his

as soon as you made contact, it was like the world was melting away as zhengting’s hand slid from your shoulders to curl in your hair, kissing back roughly

as the two of you stood there kissing, the wind blowing through your hair violently, you realized a few things

one, you were kissing zhu zhengting, who you’d been majorly crushing on since, frankly, the first time you saw him

two, he was kissing you back

three, he didn’t know that you were actually kissing him because you didn’t want your cover to be blown

and four, he was KISSING YOU BACK

as the two of you parted, your lungs still burning but now for an entirely different reason, a slow smile spread across zhengting’s face

“holy shit,” he whispered, reaching up to smooth your messy hair, “you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to do that for.” 

he ran a finger over the now bruising spot where you’d gotten on the cheek, frowning

the two of you were leaning forward for another kiss when jung sewoon cut in

“we gotta go, don’t want to risk anything.”

the two of you traded looks before parting

you jogged over to join sewoon and zhengting rushed towards jia li, making sure she was alright

“i told daniel that putting you two together was a bad idea,” sewoon grumbled,  “you keep getting into trouble.”

you just grinned at sewoon, who sighed and climbed into his own car

you got into the car with jia li, zhengting and justin, who had come as backup, you taking the front seat

jia li and justin were cuddled in the back seat, half asleep, and you smiled at the adorable sight

“so,” zhengting looked over at you as he started the ignition, “not that i’m complaining, but why did you kiss me?”

you felt your face heat up as you avoided his gaze in embarasment

“well, when jia li and i got captured, seungcheol thought i was your partner,” you began explaining slowly, “and i didn’t want them to know that because i thought they might try to pull something, so i may, uh, i may have said that we were dating.”

zhengting chuckled at that, glancing over at you again as he stopped at a red light

“you know, partner, dating,” you grinned half-heartedly, shrugging, “idiot bought it, and when i got you in the complex, i saw xu minghao looking at us, and i didn’t want to blow the cover.”

“oh,” zhengting looked down at the steering wheel, knuckles turning white

you instantly backtracked, realizing how he was interpreting it, “wait, don’t misunderstand!” zhengting looked up at you, obviously upset, “zhengting, i genuinely like you, and yeah, i might have kissed you in the spur of the moment, but i really do like you.”

zhengting looked over at you thoughtfully before breaking out into his boyish grin

“well then, you should date me,” he said brightly, before giving you a wink, “we wouldn’t want to  break your cover, would we?”

“you’re an embarrassment to your family, ge,” minghao grumbled from the back of the car

you and zhengting traded glances before breaking out into laughter, your hands meeting over the center console of the car to intertwine

ok this ended up being really long and i actually thought this would be a really short mafia au hahaha i rlly thought