#but also i would rather rip my hair out than drive to short pump (and especially short pump town center)

[grantairezee]

me: i have Flex Account Money so i will go to the lenscrafters and get prescription sunglasses in like 2 hours.

lenscrafters: *is open but under construction*

me: surely this will not affect the timetable of my glasses being finished.

the guy: yeah it's gonna be 3 weeks :)

[seriowan]

bang bang - one - the edge of a knife

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series rating: explicit 18+ chapter tags: language, blood, graphic injury series tags: eventual smut, multiple ships/tropes (enemies to lovers, fast burn, slow burn, mutual pining) word count: 5.2k pairings in this chapter: wrecker x f!oc, hunter x f!oc ⭒ series masterlist ⭒ next chapter

chapter theme song: reputation, joan jett & blackhearts wrecker & nova theme song: before i met you, cody fry

a/n: squint and you'll see my size kink, also if this chapter isn't any indication, i love wrecker so we're starting off strong with fluffy mutual pining before the character trauma and angst settles in :)

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To put it bluntly, Nova didn't mean to steal the police speeder.

It was just there, parked outside the fruit stand, key still in the ignition, ripe for the taking.

No. No, she didn't mean to take it (even though she let out an excited giggle the second she heard the low rumble of the repulsorlifts). She didn't mean to sit on the seat and run her hands over the shiny silver handlebars or the newly upgraded rubber grips (which still had the utterly divine factory-fresh smell). She didn't mean to put her feet on altitude pedals and give her surroundings a quick scan. (Not for witnesses, you see, because, at this point, everyone was looking at her in confusion.) She didn't mean to turn towards the market stall where Kit was standing and yell rather loudly, "I'm gonna take this!"

Because no, she didn't mean to do that. At all.

Yet somehow, amidst all of the things that she didn't mean to do, Nova still managed to find herself soaring above the marketplace with sirens blaring in her ears and four police speeders high-tailing it down the market street

At first, it was fun - the feeling of giving in to impulse, of scratching that forbidden itch. Icy adrenaline pumped in her veins like grease in a well-oiled machine. Fingers trembled not out of fear but from the overwhelming thrill of cold winds biting into her cheeks.

It was this burdening need to feel the addictive adrenaline that gave Nova the impulse to steal. Sometimes it meant stealing small things off of risky people - a watch off of a shop owner or the ring from the bouncer outside the club. Other times, her impulse would drive her to steal credits, pets, and the (albeit, rare) speederbike.

But once Nova realized that maybe- just maybe- stealing the bike was somewhat of a mistake, the fun dissolved. Out went the thrill and in rushed the panic, drawing short breaths from her lips and a sheen layer of nervous sweat to her flushed face. The sirens became real, loud and painful in her ears. Flashing red and blue lights served as an ultimatum: fly fast or risk jail.

Then and only then did she regret taking the speederbike.

"Nova, where the bloody hell are you?"

The redhead let out a startled yelp at the sudden voice crackling from the piece in her ear canal.

"Kit!" She cried out, pressing a finger into her earpiece. "I made a mistake! I made- oh ferret- I MADE A MISTAKE! "

"Shit, really? I hadn't fuckin' noticed," the voice crackled angrily. "Sodding hells, I told Rip I couldn't leave you alone for five seconds!"

Nova's eyes lit up. "I stole a cop's speeder in five seconds!?"

"Focus, you git! Where are you?"

She caught sight of a street sign and hastily read the Aurebesh letters aloud.

"The plaza's right up the road. I'll be there in five. Try not to make this shit any worse than it already is-"

Kit's voice cut out just as a bright blue stun blast skimmed Nova's scalp, searing a few strands of orange hair. She spared a quick glance over her shoulder, immediately regretting it when she saw the four speeders spread out evenly like the tip of an arrow. Four angry human faces bled with determination as they inched closer and closer.

Nova thrust the handles forward and the bike accelerated with a protesting whine. Quick fingers reached into the bag slung across her chest, withdrawing a glowing blue orb.

She vigorously shook it, causing the shimmery content within to swirl and sizzle with heat. Hurling it towards the policemen, she parted her lips in a grin and shouted, "Choke on this, mudscuffers!"

A single second was all it took before the glowing blue bomb exploded with a deafening POP! Plumes of thick blue smoke burst in the air, coating the policemen and marketgoers in a thick layer of chalk-like powder. It shimmered in the air like specks of dust, sprouting a series of coughs and surprised yelps when the rotten-egg stench began to settle.

Nova briskly blew out of the smoke before she could become susceptible to the effects. Specks of blue stardust trickled from her clothes as she breezed into the plaza, maintaining the same momentum as she started to slide the bike through an opening in the crowd, scraping it against the concrete.

Screeching metal sent a hail of orange sparks as the speeder skid towards the center of the square, aiming to collide with the statue of Ord Mantell's prime minister.

With a steel grip on her satchel, Nova quickly leaped off the speeder and tumbled against the concrete. The wind was knocked out of her lungs as gravel bit into her palms and tore the fabric on her knees.

Ignoring the confused chatter now buzzing through the plaza and the strange stares from those who watched her jump, Nova pushed herself off of the ground, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Wide blue eyes snapped towards the market street at the sound of echoing sirens, swelling with pure delight when blue-powdered policemen emerged from the cloudy haze like chalk-painted ghosts.

They looked like absolute clowns and though Nova wanted to see more, there was no point in lingering. The moment they blew past her head, she disappeared, slipping into the crowd without a single trace - well, other than the smoldering speeder that had -now- fractured the statue into little pieces.

Nova moved like a fox in the tall grass, her shoulders hunched and her knees bent as she weaved around those who stared distractedly at the smoke billowing in the air. It helped that she looked like a proper beggar, sporting torn baggy trousers and a grease-spotted tank-top underneath a tattered hood. An impulsive outfit put together in two minutes, but one that didn't attract any wandering eyes or suspicious stares.

Adjusting her hood, she did her best to conceal every stray strand of frizzy orange hair, fearful that she would be recognized if she were to look up from the ground.

No one offered her a single glance as she weaseled her way to the outskirts of the plaza and slipped into a narrow alley unseen. The satisfied smile on her lips began to ebb as she briskly speed-walked down the long concrete corridor, her finger reaching up to press the earpiece in her ear.

"Kit?" She cringed when her voice was carried in an echo. "Kit, where are you? I'm in the-"

"-alley. I know."

Abandoning all hope of being quiet, Nova let out a surprised shriek, jumping out of her skin with a violent flinch while her hands instinctively flung to her face. Heaving breaths thundered out of her chest as she placed a hand over her heart and swiveled on her heel to glare at the Pantoran woman leaning against the wall.

"Dank Farrik! Y-You - ferret fodder! Don't scare me like that!" Nova fumed, exhaling a heavy breath. "Wow - holy ferret, I think I might pass out. I just avoided the farking police and now you're out here thinking it's funny to scare me while I almost emptied my exhaust port."

Kit kept her arms crossed over her chest, arching a brow. In the dim light from the adjacent apartments, she blended into the shadows in her black jumpsuit and tattered jacket. Curly raven hair was slicked back in a high ponytail, hanging down to her tailbone, adorned with braids and beads. The only dose of color, aside from the evidently blue skin, were the two yellow suns she wore for eyes.

The corner of her scarred lip was quirked in a small smirk, a mixture of amusement and satisfaction burning in her feline stare as she pushed herself off of the wall and approached Nova. The knife strapped on the side of her boot sang with each step.

"You're in deep shit, my friend," she drawled, patting Nova on the shoulder as if to bid her good luck.

Nova remained frozen in place while Kit continued down the alley. She swallowed nervously, blinking a few times before sucking in a sharp breath and scrambling after her. A red flush blossomed on her porcelain face as she exhaled through puffed cheeks, fingers nervously fiddling with the knots in her hair.

"Seriously?" She said, lips curled in a disappointed pout. "No, 'Nova are you okay?' or 'Awesome job avoiding jail!'"

"Only idiots expect a bloody pat on the back for gettin' out of messes they caused," deadpanned the Pantoran. She spared a brief glance over her shoulder, eyes assessing the shadows as she hummed, "Besides, coppers aren't the ones you should be worried about."

A nervous sweat broke on her forehead and Nova's heart pounded a bit faster. She chewed on her bottom lip, nibbling as her shaky fingers split, pried, and prodded the tangled strands.

The two sidestepped a small droid as they emerged out of the alley. It was almost comical - a towering Pantoran adorned in black, strolling down the street with a seemingly harmless ginger whose head barely reached the former's chin, wearing soft earth tones and innocent blue eyes. A brutish panther and a quick-footed fox.

"They're gonna have my farking mug on every jumbotron this time tomorrow," Nova moaned, miserably running her hands down her face. "And I'll bet they didn't even get my good side!"

Kit huffed a breathy chuckle, bobbing her head as if to say, That'll do it.

A faint beep echoed from the charcoal vambrace on her left arm. Nova froze so suddenly, the person behind her walked into her back, uttering a few curses in an unknown language before sidestepping and glaring at her.

Nova remained still, petrified by Kit's cruel smirk and the black-painted fingernail inching toward the blinking red button.

"Don't be cruel- Kit- no, no, no, don't answer-"

The button was pressed and Kit cleared her throat, singing in her rasped accent, "'ello, darling."

A brief, unnerving pause lingered where Nova swore her soul was about to skip out of her body before the voice crackled through the comm - dead serious and lacking any trace of humor.

"Nova stole another speeder, didn't she."

If Nova was an animal whose heads burrowed into the ground as a fight-or-flight response, she would have been faced down, ass up, head stuffed six feet in the concrete. Paralyzing fear had her in a chokehold, planting her feet so firm against the concrete, she may as well have sprouted roots.

And though she was paler than usual, sticky with nervous sweat, wide-eyed with pure shit-faced panic, she still managed a nervous giggle.

"Ah... s-sorry?"

"Hm."

Nova clapped her hands over her eyes, shoulders withering.

The cursed hum. She was so fucked.

"Before I lose my mind, care to share what you two are currently doing now that the entire police force in Ord Mantell is looking for you?"

"Thought we'd go for a stroll," Kit sang sarcastically. "Maybe get some grub-"

"No time for that. We're already in a tight spot as it is. Cid's not answering our call so we're heading to her parlor. We're waiting on you. Be at the ship in ten."

Kit arched a brow, placing a hand on her hip. "Who's 'we'?"

"Izz is with me. Blue decided to stay back at the ship - not that I blame him. Cid's gonna throw a fit when she sees we've come back unannounced. I wouldn't want to be there either when shiz hits the fan."

A disappointed sigh. "You know, you're 26, babes. You're allowed to say shit every once in a while. I'm tired of the second-hand embarrassment-"

Always the bad influence, Nova thought to herself with a faint chuckle as she turned on her heel leisurely wandered ahead.

She kicked a pebble into the street, hands swinging by her sides. Big eyes flickered across the street, taking in the neon signs and the towering concrete buildings. The familiar smell of smoke, fumes, and oily foods clung in the air - nostalgic smells sparked a dazed smile.

Man, she missed this place.

She could hear Kit's knife clinking against the metal on her boot as she caught up with just a few strides of her long legs. Irritation sat on her face as she muttered heatedly, "Let's get something to eat. I'm starving."

Nova knit her brows, lips drawn in a thin line. "Didn't Ripley say we need to go back now?"

"That she did," Kit said, shrugging carelessly. "And I've elected to ignore her. Now, you in the mood for Miki's? I miss that greasy rubbish."

Nova groaned but begrudgingly followed, walking alongside her friend with much quicker, shorter steps as she struggled to keep up. They weaved past the occasional pedestrian, periodically glancing over their shoulder. Every second spent out in the open was a continued risk.

Thankfully, their designation was just down the road - a small restaurant wedged between a booming club and a buzzing part's shop. The corridor to the entrance was so narrow, it would have been invisible were it not for the buzzing neon sign that flashed MIKI'S MOON DINER in green and blue.

Kit didn't hesitate to speed down the corridor and through the beaded threshold, leaving Nova outside to stare at the flashing sign. Nostalgia curled in her stomach, a painful but comforting warmth.

How long had it been? Two years? Three? It was hard to remember when the days passed by in a blur. Nova had been too distracted to keep track of the last time she walked underneath the neon sign. All she knew was that it was too long and she was well overdue for Miki's famous toe-curling, mouth-watering, too-sweet martinis.

With an excited smile on her face, she gripped the strap to her bag and took a step forward, only to freeze when a firm voice barked out from across the street.

"Hey, you! Civilian!"

Her head swiveled around in alarm, eyes widening in sudden panic at the sight of two officers in blue-powdered uniforms. They weren't calling out for her, but rather the girl behind her who coincidentally sported a similar outfit like Nova's.

"Oh, ferret," she whined under her breath, quickly darting into the crowded restaurant.

She stopped at the entrance, eyes scanning over the full booths and even fuller tables. Finding a blue-skinned woman shouldn't have been hard but with Miki's being exceptionally full, it took Nova a few heart-clenching seconds before she detected the Pantoran at the bar, chatting up the pretty Twi'lek barmaid.

Nova breezed down the steps, nearly tripping over her own feet as she made a b-line to the bar. She bumped into numerous people along the way but didn't bother apologizing. Her mind was on red alert, ringing with alarms and flashing signs that screamed DANGER!

Kit's head spun around on a swivel when Nova grasped her bicep and shook. Brows locked in irritation, she curled her lip in a scowl and was close to snapping, when she suddenly noticed the fear in Nova's eyes. It was as if every emotion washed away, leaving nothing but concern as Kit grabbed Nova's arms and instructed her to take a deep breath.

Nova's heaving chest slowly rose... fell... and just like that, she burst at the seams, breaking into a panicked ramble.

"We've got trouble- farking ferrets- we're so going to prison, and Rip is so going to kill us and I'm going to live in jail for the rest of my life and- oh no, who is going to take care of Marvin!"

Kit gripped Nova's biceps, shaking her shoulders as she said, "Get it together! Damn it, what is going on-"

Even past the blaring music, through the cacophony of restaurant chatter and sizzling food, Kit and Nova both caught the heavy footsteps echoing from the restaurant entrance, the spurs of standard-issue boots jingling with each firm, calculated step.

The two girls slowly craned their heads towards the door, watching with mixed expressions of fear and irritation as two big policemen strolled in the restaurant, thumbs hooked in their belts with cutting stares.

Nova spun around, skin pale, eyes wide and dazed with terror. She tapped her pastel pink nails against the glass, capturing the attention of the barmaid who forcibly looked away from the police.

"Since I'm about to get thrown in jail, I'll have your strongest."

Kit slowly and casually stood from the chair, laying a credit on the counter.

"No booze and we're not getting thrown in jail," she said firmly, her lip curling into a grin. "I have an idea."

"That's not assuring- hey!"

Kit squeezed Nova's wrist in a death-grip, dragging her away from the bar and towards the booths in the far back of the restaurant. If she was trying to be discreet, they were sincerely failing for Kit, lacking all grace and shame, plopped herself down in a crowded booth, forcefully seating Nova across from her.

A small oof! slipped past her lips as she bounced off the seat, bumping her shoulder into the hulking figure beside her. Her cheeks were already burning with embarrassment as she slowly craned her head, higher and higher, eyes widening with each inch of strained muscles and charcoal grey armor.

As if she wasn't already stunned enough by the pure amount of muscle on this man, his face was what took her breath away. The cherry on top of this perfect human being.

He looked so... kind. Even with the confused crease in his brows and the slight downward curve of his lips; with the marred side of his face and the mismatched copper and prosthetic eyes that curiously flickered across her dumbfounded expression, he didn't look threatening at all. Whether it was because he noticed her fear or just because of how small she appeared beside him, he didn't try to appear threatened or angry. He just looked... soft.

A striking juxtaposition to the size of his hands that looked big enough to palm her whole face.

Nova was lava, red and sizzling with mortification. Wide blue eyes watched as his lips parted, a blush warming his tanned skin as he stared and stared, unable to tear his eyes away.

"Uh..." He sounded lost, incapable of function as if caught in the same dilemma - an empty brain and a suddenly useless tongue.

Nova felt her cheeks flush again as she shakily tucked her hair behind her ears, her mouth falling open with another dazed ramble. If she could control it, she wouldn't have started droning on and on with words clipped together by panic.

Sadly, being a panicked rambler was a curse she'd have to live with.

"Sorry," she nervously chuckled, eyes still locked onto the giant's gentle stare. "W-We don't usually do this and I promise we're not weird -um- I-I'm sorry if we disturbed your lunch, we're just in some deep waters, and- oh this is awkward- you know, this wasn't really my idea - I just wanted to get out of here but you see-"

Nova squeaked and jerked in pain when Kit kicked her shin underneath the table. She glared at the Pantoran before finally realizing that there were two more people sitting beside the man she ogled.

A little girl sat beside the gentle giant, a similar set of honey-gold eyes flickering back and forth between Nova and Kit, squinting with scrutiny. She was cute- adorable, even. Nova couldn't help but smile and wiggle her fingers in a shy greeting.

Then there was the one in the corner. Now he was scary enough for Nova to start sweating. Aside from the tattooed skull on his face and the similar dark armor, he wasn't concerned or even confused. Instead, he was staring. Hard. Narrowed eyes darted between Kit and Nova, dissecting them down to the patterns of their breaths and the expressions in their eyes.

Nova didn't miss the way his eyes lingered just a second longer on Kit who sat with a somewhat teasing smirk.

"Mind telling us who you are?"

Oh, his voice.

Nova's knowing gaze flickered to Kit just as the Pantoran's brows shot up, tongue darting out to wet her lips. If she wasn't so nervous about the policemen in the room, she would have rolled her eyes. Leave it to Kit to find something sexy in the middle of a very awkward and uncomfortable situation - the tongue-lick was an obvious tell.

A familiar clinking noise faintly resounded from underneath the table and Nova tensed. She didn't have to look to know that a blaster was pointing at her and by the giant's suddenly missing hand, she guessed he had a similar weapon pointing diagonally at Kit.

Part of her felt really dumb that she hadn't already guessed them to be armed after seeing their armor. The faint burn marks, dents, and blaster singes should have turned them the other way.

Yet the look in Kit's eyes told Nova that this was no mistake.

Nova swallowed and cleared her throat, removing the attention from Kit before she put them in deeper waters.

"P-Please," the redhead said softly. "We need to hide from someone."

The man beside her furrowed his brows. He had to hunch his shoulders to lower his head, whispering as quietly as he could which, in truth, wasn't quiet at all.

"Hiding from who?"

Nova turned her head, shaky finger pointing towards the policemen that strolled across the floor, casually sweeping their heads left and right, occasionally pausing to ask questions.

"What'd you do?" He wasn't whispering anymore, now openly confused as he shifted his attention between Nova and the cop.

It was hard not to sound prideful as she murmured, "Stole a police speeder," but the little curl of her lips and creasing eyes gave away her satisfaction. Frankly, it was even harder to keep her brain from buffering all over again when the gentle giant's eyes widened and in an impressed tone, he hummed, "Really?"

Kit glared with disapproval at the confession. Raising her hand from underneath the table, she pulled out the blade previously concealed within her boot. Nova felt the man tense as the clinking sound returned. His eyes locked onto Kit, boldly daring her to make a move, void of all warmth that only seemed to trickle through when he'd look at Nova.

With a sly smile, Kit leaned over the table, stretching the knife over Skull-face's plate to stab a fruit cube. He remained stoic, eyes hardly even blinking as Kit leaned back in the booth and raised the knife to her lips. She pinched the cube between pearly white teeth, making a point of showcasing the sharp canines. The knife was gently set on the table as she chewed, yellow eyes shifting from Nova to the giant, the little girl, and back to the tattooed man.

She swallowed, darting her tongue out to lick a droplet of juice from her lip.

"Tell Big Bear to lower his blaster or I'll stab more than a cube of fruit."

Nova's eyes widened when Skull-face's jaw tightened, eyes burning into Kit's skull. He opened his mouth to speak but Nova swooped in, knowing that Kit would be lit like a fuse if he pushed the wrong button.

"Listen, we don't want any trouble-"

The smell of smoke made her freeze. Thudding boots approached the booth and Nova, too scared to look even though she knew who it was, stared directly at the table, refusing to raise her head even as she watched a human hand rest on the table.

"Evening, folks."

A crooked cop. She could tell by his voice - the rising and falling cadence in his tone, touched by a faint rasp and natural sarcasm. In their line of business, it was second nature to discern those who paid for information. After all, she'd gotten information from crooked cops before. This was no new card from the criminal deck.

Therin laid the difference between then and now. Then, Nova was with them, scheming plans and paying one another with unmarked credits. Now, she found herself on the opposite side of the loop, jail time hanging over her head like bait above a Rancor pit.

"Awfully quiet for a table of five," the human hummed when he received no response. His gaze flickered from face to face before landing on Nova.

"You happen to hear anything lately about a speeder thief? Sneaky bastard stole from a cop."

She didn't miss the spiteful bite at the end of his words. His bike was the one she stole, she was sure of it, and if that was true then he was the bigger idiot for leaving it unattended with the key in the ignition.

And now it was a pile of scraped metal with Nova's wonderful handiwork written all over the wreckage.

Surprisingly, it wasn't Kit who spoke, though her parted lips and narrowed eyes suggested she was ready to spit a bit of venom. It was the man beside her, the gentle giant, whose baritone voice rumbled in a low, warning tone.

"No. No thieves here."

Oh how wrong he was, but Nova wasn't going to correct him. She found it hard to really do anything now that she was paralyzed with fear. The cop was standing right there and though she dreadfully hoped she was wrong, Nova just knew that he sensed her panic, he smelled her fear.

The cop slowly smirked. He didn't appear affected by the fact that the man beside Nova was well over twice his size, nor did he see the knife suddenly missing from the tabletop.

Instead, he slowly smirked.

Before Nova could even react, his hands roughly gripped her hair, yanking her out of the stall and to the floor. The sudden crash caused a single blue bomb to roll out of her bag, across the floor, bumping right into the man's boot.

His eye twitched as he recognized the weapon.

"You're coming with me-"

"No, she's not!"

Kit shot to her feet and in a blue blur, grabbed a plate off the table, flinging it like a frisbee. The ceramic shattered against the officer's skull and he crumpled like a house of cards, howling in pain as blood trickled down his temple.

Nova reacted on impulse, moving through the chaos as if injected with a rush of adrenaline. She kicked herself off of the ground, snatching the blue orb and shoving it in her bag. She bounced off of her hands in a kickflip, rocking her head back to push her hair from her face. When her feet were firmly planted on the ground, she raised her leg and slammed her heel into the officer's nose, fracturing it with a gruesome crunch.

In what felt like a single minute, the two men in uniform that approached their table were reduced to two bleeding messes on the floor, howling in pain over a split skull and a broken nose.

Hyperaware of the attention on her, Nova spun around, a sheepish grin on her face as she looked at the stunned men and little girl. With a shy smile, she apologetically placed a few credits on the table, giggling nervously

"Sorry for-" A groan echoed from the ground and she cringed. "-that."

"It's no big deal," the gentle giant said, grinning from ear to ear.

And there it was again. That damned brain buffer that made Nova's thoughts disappear and her stomach twist and turn in fluttering knots. Were these the butterflies that she'd heard about? If so, they were absolutely ruthless.

The second she caught herself tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, lip clenched tightly between her teeth, Nova knew she had it bad.

"Nova!" Kit's voice bellowed from the doorway as she frantically waved her hands, gesturing wildly towards the door. "What the bloody hell are you waiting for! Let's go!"

She wasn't sure why she was waiting. Nova just wished for... more time. To do what, exactly? Even she didn't know. All she wanted was just a few more minutes, a couple more moments to ask the man's name or how he got his scar or why he was so nice to her-

No time. Not with Kit bellowing her name loud enough to rattle the walls.

Nova didn't want to look so glum but she couldn't seem to withhold the disappointed frown on her lips as she slipped her hood over her head, shaky fingers gripping the straps to her bag.

Bright blue eyes collided with molten honey, sending a shiver down Nova's back. Butterflies fluttered in protest at the thought of leaving yet she found the strength to swallow them down, darting her attention away as her voice came out in a hushed whisper.

"Bye."

One second she was there and the next, gone.

Outside, Nova sprinted as fast as her legs allowed her. The soles of her shoes kept a fast-paced rhythm, slamming into the concrete as she caught up to Kit. Her hood was blown back by the wind that billowed through her orange hair, cooling the heat in her cheeks as she heaved deep breaths.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed Kit reach into a pocket on her jumpsuit, uncovering a military-grade blade with a glowing orange edge.

"Whose is that?" Nova asked between breaths as she skirted around the corner, leaping over a small BB droid with a surprised yelp.

Dancing the blade between her fingers, Kit tested its weight and the feeling of the grip in her palm. She twirled it around her knuckles like a coin before it suddenly disappeared from her hand.

Whereas others would have believed it to be magic, Nova was far too familiar with sleight of hand to be fooled by the gesture. An empty sheath hid underneath Kit's sleeve, identical to the one she had within her own sweater.

"Stole it off of the tattooed one when he wasn't lookin'." Her yellow eyes flashed with devilish pride. "Reckon he noticed yet?"

Nova managed a breathy chuckle between puffs as the two women slid to a stop in front of their designated hangar. She hunched over, resting her hands on her knees as she sucked in deep gulps of air; Kit didn't seem too bothered over the fact that they had just sprinted for a mile straight.

"I'd be surprised if he isn't already looking for you," panted Nova, shaking her head side to side at the woozy sensation in her temples.

As if being hunted by a furious, broody, ever-serious, armor-wearing, six-foot man didn't sound so bad, Kit shrugged. Her yellow eyes glistened in the dark as she opened the hangar doors from her vambrace, heading for the entrance ramp of the silver light freighter.

"Doesn't sound so bad," she murmured, lip quirking.

Nova agreed with a giggle.

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a/n: if you haven't already figured it out, Kit has a British accent! Which one exactly? You decide! I imagine her voice to be relatively similar to Daisy Ridley but with a little more oomf to it. AND because I'm extra, here is a height comparison chart of nova, wrecker, hunter, omega, and kit

[glassartpeasants]

Silent Treatment

Shin Nemoto x F!Reader

Warnings: degradation, smut, mentions of past sex, choking, breeding kink

A/N: Ya’ll are a bunch of hoes. I will never forgive any of you. It’s also short cause I said so. @thotsforvillainrights @serostuffsmh 

part 1

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You begin to take rather discarded hallways in the compound. Some of the hallways looked like no one had been there for awhile. And ll of this just to avoid a certain someone.

Ever since you hooked up with Shin Nemoto you haven’t been able to look at him cause everytime you did you would only see his lustful face he wore three days prior. His face sweaty as his glasses hang onto the bridge of his nose for dear life. His face a hot red as he smiled at your disheveled form. His eyes almost closed as you felt his hot breath on your face. 

After that you haven’t been able to look himself in the eyes. Or just look at him in general.

You can always tell when he’s looking at you. Your body feels hot and you get really uneasy. You get jittery and are unable to keep still. Your back still hurts from getting pinned against that cold concrete wall of the closet. Don’t even get you started on how sticky you felt after the endeavor. How much of his cum stained your panties. How it dripped out of your pussy and ran down your thighs. You could feel your legs twitch every time he pumped another load of his cum into you. You still have the bite marks, bruises and hickeys on your body that won’t seem to go away. The bite mark on your neck still throbs from time to time.

Now here you were, walking the empty halls of the compound on your way to Overhauls office. You were called to guard him during a meeting which started in about 15-20 minutes. Overhaul always wanted you to be early, and not wanting to disobey a man who will kill you, you decided to hurry. Which also meant you couldn’t take the long way, meaning you’d have to go to the more busy hallway of the compound.

The sounds of your shoes hitting the floor echoed of the walls and rang in your ears. the halls were once a deathly quiet now emit noise from your footsteps.

Just as you were about to turn a corner a hand shot out from a room before grabbing your throat and pulling you inside. It happened so quick that you didn’t have time to react before you felt yourself getting slammed against the door. You let out a gas before opening your eyes as you feel a hot breath on your neck. A familiar voice rang in your ears.

“Why have you been ignoring me slut?” You bit your lips before curling your toes and clenching your thighs together at the sound of his voice. The feeling of his hot breath on your neck gave you flashbacks on how he was panting in your ear when he was thrusting in and out of your tight heat.

You turned you face away from him in embarrassment. Your eyes locking on his bed as a way to avoid looking at him in his light blue eyes. You didn’t want to look at the face he was giving you at the moment if you told him. But just as you were about to close your eyes again you felt obligated to answer his question.

“I’ve been to embarrassed to look you in the eye.” You heard a chuckle coming from him before you shivered at the feeling of his lips grazing your neck. You rub your thighs together to create at least a small amount of friction. You squeak when you feel his tongue lick the bite mark on your neck. His lips latching onto it while his other hand gropes your breast from the outside of your shirt. His hips buck into yours as you feel his cock rubbing against your jeans. You look down towards his pants and saw the bulge that was way too obvious. The look at it made your face feel like it was on fire.

“To embarrassed? Embarrassed cause everytime you look at me you only remember seeing me fuck you stupid? Till you couldn’t ever say normal sentences?” You felt his hands slither up your body before snaking their way underneath our shirt. You gasp at the feeling of his cold rough hands touching your warm skin. The feeling of his teeth nibbling on your ear may you let out a shaky breath.

“Well, you could only hide for so long. Plus, I need a something to take my stress out on. Or someone.” You let out a silent moan when you felt his hands grab your breast. His thumb and pointer finger rolling your nipple between them. You whimper softly when you felt him give it a tug. The hand that was on your throat slowly moved down your body and towards your pants.

“Nemoto, I-I have a meeting soon! We can’t do this right now, Overhaul will get extremely mad and you and I both know that’s not good!“ You try to reason with him.

“I don’t care. This pussy belongs to me now and I’ll fuck it whenever I feel like it. Understand slut?” His lips start to attack your neck and begin sucking on that one spot that made you let out a moan. His hand unbuttoned your pants and pulled them off your legs quickly. The sound of your pants hitting the floor and your little moans made Nemoto’s cock twitch in his pants. His eyes moved down your body before spotting your underwear and moving his eyes back up to meet yours.

“Dressing like a slut? Such slutty panties for someone who works at the Shie Hassakai.” They weren’t even slutty! They were adorable! Just white cloth with two tiny red bows that were on the front of it, attached to the very top of it.

“Maybe I should add some more bruises on those cute hips of yours, seeing my fingers dig into the flesh as I fuck you stupid does something to a man you know?” His fingers making they’re way to the wet patch on your panties. Smirking, he moved the fabric to the side before rubbing his finger along the slit. Feeling your slick coat his fingers as you whine out.

You look at his eyes with you (e/c) ones. Noticing the hungry look in his eyes. You feel him grab your arm before pushing you onto his premade bed. You yelp in surprise before your felt his hands pinning you down against the bed.

His lips crashed into yours quickly. He let go of your hands as he dragged his hands down you body. Your hands going into his hair right away, tugging it when he bit your lip. 

His hands going to down your body to unbuckle his belt. The sound of metal clinking against itself as he threw it on the floor made your toes curl in anticipation. The feeling of him pulling his pants and boxers down made your thighs clench together as your face felt like it was burning up. You feel his hands place themselves on your bare hips.

“Can’t wait to rearrange those insides of yours again. Watching you go dumb just from me pounding into that slutty cunt of yours.” Your moan was silenced by your hand covering your mouth. THe feeling of him plunging into your cunt caught you by surprise. Your remaining hand went to dig your nails into his clothed back. The feeling of the fabric touching your finger tips.

“Warn me next time! We need to keep us a secret you fuck-ER!” A sharp thrust was delivered to your cervix making you yelp out. Your hands grabbing the collar of his shirt tightly.

“Shut up whore. Your my bitch and if it means making the whole Shie Hassakai know that, then so be it slut.” He started to thrust in and out of your cunt. his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs.

You bit your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to hold your moans. The feeling of his pelvis smacking against your hips mde your hands cling to his shirt only to dig deeper into his clothes before you heard  loud rip. You look to the side before noticing  that you had tore a hole right through his white button up shirt.

His head going in between the crook of your neck before nibbling along the column of your neck. Moans were ripped from your throat as his hips were slamming harder against yours. 

One of his hands had let go of your hips and trailed up your body before wrapping his fingers around your neck. Putting slight pressure on it. Your legs twitch from the rough treatment before gasping out for air as Nemoto put more pressure on your neck.

“Hearing you gasping for air only makes me imagine what would happen if you were choking on my cock.” Your cunt tightened at his words making him groan out in pleasure. His lips meeting yours as if trying to steal your own breath away. You try to form words only for them to be cut short at every kiss he delivered to you lips.

You could feel yourself losing consciousness at every amount of pressure he put on your neck. You dig your nails deeper into his back causing him to let out a hiss and loosen his hold on your neck. You gasp for breath as the feeling of air getting back into your legs left you panting.

His hips move faster as the feeling of him pounding against your cervix made you tear up a bit as you dig into his back hard enough to leave behind bleeding scratches. Nemoto’s hips move slightly causing him to hit against that one special spot that had you moaning loudly.

He smirked before roughly pounding into that spot, watching your writhing body crumble underneath him. The feeling of your cunt clenching down on him made him drive closer and closer into his own orgasm.  

Something just clicked within him when he imagined the thought of your belly nice and full of his cum, just enough to breed you. Your belly swelling up with each passing day with his child. The thought of your tits lactating with milk only made him even harder than he already was. Your nipples would be so sensitive that just a little touch by his hands would make you moan. 

The thought of his hands gripping your breasts as tiny droplets of milk would squirt out of them and onto his own hands. The sounds of your moans as he would wrap his lips around you nipple and suck on them until his mouth was full of your milk. He could pump you full of cum over and over again just to see you walking around with his child.

Nemoto stilled inside you and before you could ask why, you felt ropes of his cum flooding into your womb. His loud moan rumbling between your ears. You felt bloated as the feeling of his cum filling you up made you have an orgasm on your own. 

Your body twitched as you panted in his face. Your eyes barely staying open as the feeling of being weared out consumed you. You turn your head to look at the time and see you only had 5 minutes to get to Overhauls office before the meeting started.

Nemoto let out a hiss at the cold air hitting his cock as he pulled out of your warm cunt. He looked down to see your cunt overflowing in his cum. Your legs twitching from the roughness of his thrusts.

“Better get going slut. Wouldn’t want Overhaul to fire you now would we?”

[thefanficmonster]

Never Satisfied [Teaser]

Corpse Husband x Original Female Character

Warnings: Language (possibly more?)

Collaboration between Vy & Ashens 🖤

“this criminal is stealing my fires, what the fuck?!“

Life is a rollercoaster, it always has been. One moment he feels at the top of the world and the very next he’s upside down at the bottom, wishing the ride would come to a stop as soon as possible. Things that shouldn’t be difficult, things average people would consider the norm to him were the equivalent of walking on glass, each step sending shocks of pain throughout his body, anxiety pumping his blood with adrenaline that provoked his fight or flight response. And after choosing ‘fight’ so many times, he’s more than prepared to choose ‘flight’.

But as he sits in the Walmart parking lot, he’s talking himself out of that habit of running from discomfort. He doesn’t want to battle it either, he just wants to face it and prove he’s strong enough to defeat it if he tried. Well, anxiety is laughing in his face right now, mocking him by the shaking of his hands and the tight sensation in his gut and throat. He’s here for what’s supposed to be just a quick shopping trip. Just to buy a few things! That’s all he has to do. However, he can’t bring himself to get out of his beige Subaru and walk into the store. 

I’m just hungry, right? Or maybe tired, he thought to himself.

That’s what everyone told him - that anxiety was caused by something simple to solve but hard to realize when your mind is in a frenzy. He’s planning on getting something to eat to calm his nerves. If that doesn’t work, to hell with it. He has been improvising plan B’s all his life, this wouldn’t be anything new. 

With a shaky sigh Corpse looks at his radio, switching stations until his luck smiles at him when he comes across a BONES song and turns it up just enough to not overwhelm his senses. He has been needing some kind of a distraction all day, why not gravitate to the one thing that felt real, as if sent to save him from the mess within his head. Putting the car into drive, he pulls out of the parking lot and into the nearest fast food drive thru. A plain burger with cheese so his stomach doesn’t act up, fries and an unsweetened tea. 

This will have to do.  He isn’t even hungry, and the thought of the greasy food only made his stomach churn worse but he knew he needed to eat something in hopes of it having the effects he was told it would have - magically cure his overwhelmingly hard to handle anxiety.

Once he got his food, he returned to the department store lot and parked in a far back spot. He has opened the paper bag to dig his food out, grimacing at all the grease and the smell of the cheap meal that wasted no time invading his car. He really isn’t hungry, but he hasn’t eaten all day and he’s aware of the toll the lack of food is taking on his system. He knows better than to work against himself in a moment like this when his mind is already working against him.

Chomping down on a fry, Corpse savors the salt as it hits his tongue and takes a moment to let his shoulders loosen and hang low. Something about the salt and fat seemed to make his body feel better. He tosses his head back slightly as he flicks a few stray strands of hair out of his eyes, reaching into the bag and grabbing another fry.

He’s been content with sitting in his car, eating and trying to quell the anxiety bubbling up under his ribs and in his throat. There’s a sense of peace to it and to the loneliness of it. He doesn’t mind being alone, though. That’s how he prefers to be actually. Dwelling on that thought too long has had the tendency to kill even the smallest spec of a positive energy he possessed in the past so he avoids it for his own peace of mind. The feeling of his heart thundering in his chest to nothing more than his own unconscious is being muffled by the soft rap music coming from the car speakers, him having chosen to pay attention to that instead.

Corpse is so engrossed in his attempts of maintaining this peace that he fails to notice the person approaching his car at a rapid pace. He’s left completely unbothered until one of the backseat doors is yanked open and someone is diving inside, shaking the vehicle. 

“What th-..” He shouts, startled out of the peaceful bubble he had created around himself. 

“Hey, how's it going? Sorry to interrupt your dinner. I'm just avoiding somebody, so don’t mind me!” A slightly out of breath female voice answers from the backseat. But before he could bring himself to turn around and demand this girl get out of his car, fear takes hold of him, closing his throat and drowning his words in the sea of questions and anxiety rising from deep within his chest. 

Ok, breathe. This is weird. There’s a stranger in my car, but she doesn’t appear harmful. Just breathe, stay calm. Fuck, is that a fucking cop car?! 

His shaky hand is barely capable of holding the burger as his wide eyes follow the movements of the vehicle. The patrol car in question slowly drives through each aisle of the parking lot, seemingly searching for something. Or someone. He feels himself unable to blink nor breath as the car creeps closer and closer. He has already broken into a nervous sweat, head spinning with all the possible outcomes - none of which bode well for him.

How am I gonna explain this shit?! There’s no way they’ll believe that she just dove into my car. They’ll think I’m an accomplice. I’ll go to jail. God knows if I’ll get out. I’ll die in there. Oh fuck, I’ll die in there.

He inhales sharply, trying not to hyperventilate, all his muscles tensing before a slap to his arm shook him out of it, “Could you look any more suspicious?! Fuckin’ act cool!”

He nods automatically and looks down at his lap, like he’s trying to find a napkin before taking a quick sip of his tea in attempts to look natural. The liquid promptly went down the wrong pipe, causing him to choke and go in a fit of coughs which he suppressed with his baggy hoodie sleeve. 

The cop passed by, eyeing the man in the car before making a turn to go down another row of parking spots, allowing Corpse to finally peek his gaze upwards to check if the guy was finally gone when the voice in the back seat spoke up again. “Thanks dude, you saved my ass.” 

He hadn’t noticed at first but as he turned to look behind him he saw a bare arm reaching from the back seat, dipping into the paper bag and taking one of his fries. Before he could comprehend it, the girl had climbed up over the center console as the police car pulled out of the parking lot and left. 

Only now is he able to get a real look at the woman who is a potential criminal and went into his car. She isn’t tall but not short either. She’s wearing a pair of jeans that are ripped around her knees and upper thighs and have little occult symbols drawn on them, peace signs and even an occasional tiny dinosaur - the majority, if not all, probably a DIY project of hers by the looks of it. She’s also sporting a sleeveless top with the sides cut open to show most of her waist. Under that, a black sports bra and a tattoo are visible - the tattoo extending from her back to her ribs just slightly. Her dark brown hair is pulled into a loose and rather messy hairdo, every strand going in its own direction as if she couldn’t be bothered by it. Looking down he sees the pair of black combat boots she has on. They look to be well taken care of and loved. A glint of a septum piercing attracts his attention when he notices it reflecting the ugly yellow light of the parking lot street lamps. 

She’s pretty. 

His cheeks flush a little in the darkness as he dumps the remainder of his food back into the bag, noting she was taking another one of his fries before he looked away, swallowing nervously when he feels her gaze on him. 

Before he could speak, however, she had already taken another one of his fries, leaning back in the passenger seat.

“W-why...are you in my car?” His voice showed off his confusion as well as the rising levels of his anxiety, his brow furrowed as he tries to remain cool and calm. 

“Hiding from the police...obviously.” She responds in a ‘duh’ tone as if she were pointing out something very simple and ordinary.

“Bu-...Alright...I guess. You should stop stealing my food though.” He finally mumbles, putting the paper bag into the back seat and catching a brief whiff of the perfume she has on as he turns to do so. 

He’s been alone so long, people have grown to terrify him. Public places terrify him, so it’s no surprise he stays inside for as long as he can. He hasn’t been this close to someone in months. Not since his ex left. She was just...another human being. Another one to leave. Nothing new to him. It shouldn’t have been a surprise nor a disappointment to him but he couldn’t not feel distraught over it for a while after it happened. He couldn’t help but hope she would….nevermind.

She grins - her smile a little spark of light in this lonely little world that is his life. Everyone around him always looked so damn happy. How come he never felt the happiness for himself?

He shifts back into his seat, fingers fiddling with the zipper on his black hoodie, avoiding her gaze as much as possible while still trying to take subtle glances at her. He feels uncomfortably like a teenager at that moment, stumbling his way through a conversation with a girl way too pretty to be talking to him.

“I bet you hear this all the time, but you should do like, audio books or voice acting or somethin’. You’ve got a rad voice to narrate some Steven King or Dean Koontz. Bram Stoker's Dracula would be sick, or some kind of devil or demon character.” She offers, grinning again as she steals another fry despite the bag now being in the back and shifts to reach into her back pocket, the sound of her wallet chain hitting the side of his car door echoes throughout the enclosed space of the car. She pulls out a couple dollars and slaps them onto his dashboard, “anyway, for the fries. Annnd for letting me hide in your car. Don’t go spending it all in one place.” She pushes the door of the Subaru open, winking at him and sliding one leg out. “Thanks for keepin’ the fuzz off of me, see ya Hades!” She jokes teasingly, slapping the roof of his car before closing the door and practically skipping off in the opposite direction of the one the cop went in. 

Corpse parts his lips, blinking slowly before looking at the department store and back towards the slowly shrinking figure of the girl. His head is spinning again, for different reasons now.

“What the hell just happened....?” He pauses for a lingering second before his voice turns sharp and a distressed look crosses his face, “Fuck, what did I need from the store?!”

[tsukishimasleftglasseslense]

Shaggy

A Tsukishima Kei x Fem!Reader Oneshot

Here’s my first go at writing a reader insert with my fave Haikyuu boy! Hopefully y’all like it💖

Warning: Smutt, oral, dry humping, and of course strong language

👀 👀 👀

Music played softly in the background of the room where the lighting was intimate and the two people on the bed were enjoying each other's company.

The small girl was sat up against the wall singing along to the music as she ran her fingers through the hair of the boy whose head rested on her thighs. He faced away from her scrolling through his phone and occasionally showing her some post that made him think of her or that he thought she might like.

It wasn't an exciting moment, but it's simplicity still made their hearts flutter even if they would never say it out loud.

"Your hair is getting shaggy." Y/N hummed as she held a tuft of hair that had grown long enough to cover his ear.

Tsukishima froze and his face burned red. Just as he was about to sit up and pull away, she spoke again.

"I like it like this. It's cute."

The fire under the skin of his cheeks burned brighter than before, but he spoke calmly.

"I'm not cute." He replied.

"I think you are so whatever."

Feeling his face had gone back to normal, he turned to look up at her and she covered his eyes.

"You're smearing my glasses." He told her flatly.

"Yeah cause you're trying to look at me from the worst angle possible. You always see me from above cause you're so tall which makes me look cute. If you saw from below, you'd think I was gross." She explained quickly.

"I always think you're gross."

"Dick." She grumbled. "And here I was calling you cute. I take it back."

Tsukishima sat up and her hand pulled away his glasses so she could clean them.

When she was satisfied with the clear lenses, she handed them back, but he only tossed them to the side and took hers off as well.

"Well now neither of us can see." Y/N huffed as she struggled to focus her eyes on his face.

"Only one of us is truly blind without their glasses." He replied as he leaned closer to her so she could see the grin plastered on his face.

She put her hand on his cheek and inspected every inch of his face before planting a soft kiss on his nose. He closed his eyes and put his face in the crook of her neck hiding the blush on his cheeks.

How could he let her make him so flustered? She truly did control him.

His hot breath warmed her skin and she giggled as his hair tickled her ear. Her hands found their way back to his blonde locks and as her pinkie grazed the soft skin on the back of his neck, he shivered ever so lightly, but of course she noticed.

"What an affect I have on you, Tsukki." She whispered before moving so quickly he didn't have a chance to react.

In an instant, he was on his back and she straddled his torso with her face only an inch above his. Her hair formed curtains on either side of her head and her hands pressed down on his shoulders.

"Be careful with how you give yourself away to me." She grinned as she placed a kiss on his jaw line and left a trail of kisses up to his ear. "You're giving me more power than you think and I'm going to abuse it."

"I think you're the one giving yourself to me. We were having such a soft moment and in your eagerness, you turned it into something more animalistic. You're the horny one here. Who is really in control?" He spoke coolly.

He grabbed her waist and pressed her into himself further and kissed her collarbone.

"Whatever." She sighed as she threw her leg over and sat on the edge of the bed. She grabbed her glasses and stood up moving to the speakers set up in the corner of the room and turned up the music.

She swayed from side to side and began to dance around the room not paying any attention to what he was doing.

He sat up as well and put his own glasses on in order to really look at her not looking at him. He was growing more and more frustrated the more she didn't pay attention to him. The way she moved her hips and ran her hands through her long hair was driving him insane and his own body was giving him away.

When she did turn to face him and saw his excitement bulging through his sweats, she sauntered over to him with a grin knowing she was getting what she wanted.

She placed herself on his lap and the heat between her legs seeped through the dark fabric. She rotated her hips to the music never meeting his gaze that was locked onto her features.

He lifted a hand to her waist and tried to pull her flush against him, but she smacked his hand so that both stayed on the bed to support him so he couldn't lie down. Her hands rested behind her on his thighs so she could keep her own balance. Her head lulled back exposing her neck and her back arched as she began to speed up.

Pants escaped her plump lips and he groaned at the noise that completed the view.

She balanced her weight on one hand as the other cane under her shirt and began to grab at her breast. She pinched her nipple between her thumb and index finger causing her to moan and then did the same with the other.

When she slid her hand down her stomach and down below the lining of her panties, she whined at the slightest touch already being so sensitive and close. She rubbed small circles in a steady rhythm that worked well with the friction she was already getting.

Tsukishima grunted lowly when her panting sped up. He knew she was close and he wanted nothing more than to be inside her, but he knew she wasn't going to let that happen.

"Oh fuck." She huffed before shaking as she reached her climax. Her body rocked for a moment and she had to place her free hand back onto his thigh to steady herself.

When she finally gathered herself, she hopped off his lap and walked out of the room to the bathroom.

There, still on the edge of the bed and just behind his own edge, Tsukishima was silent. He didn't know if he should finish himself or wait for her to come back. He wanted to fuck her so bad right now. To press her into the mattress and make her beg for him to make her cum again. He wanted to make her lose her ability to speak correctly. He wanted to fuck her till she came all over him and then do it all over again.

As he was deciding what to do, she walked back in as if nothing had happened.

"Go ahead and finish." She told him as she sat in the chair on the opposite wall to face him.

"Come here then."

"No."

He didn't know what he should do. He wanted to finish himself so bad, but he also didn't want to give her that satisfaction.

'Fuck it.' He thought quickly.

He reached into his sweats and pulled his dick out and stroked slowly never breaking eye contact. She watched with a fire in her eyes and one corner of her mouth pulled up into a smirk.

"Want me to give you something to look at?" She offered.

"I already know what you look like."

"But you haven't seen this set of lingerie yet."

Another groan escaped his lips and he cursed himself for giving her what she wanted.

Y/N stood up and slipped her shorts down, but he couldn't yet see what she was wearing since his large t-shirt she had on reached to her mid thighs. When she finally took off the shirt and her hair fell over her shoulders, his hips bucked in excitement and she sat back down on the chair.

"If you ask nicely, I'll finish up for you."

"I'd rather do it myself."

"We both know that's not true. Leave a set of lingerie in one piece? That doesn't sound like you Tsukki." She hummed.

"Kei." He corrected her.

"Tsukki." She declined from using his first name.

She knew using his first name would send him over. He loved how she said it.

"Ugnh." He breathed out at how bratty she was today.

"Just say the words." She sang lightly.

He grit his teeth together still rubbing himself. He could easily finish, but he was prolonging the end. Normally it would only be a matter of time before she came over to him, but he knew this time was different and she was gonna stand her ground.

"Please, Y/N. Come over here and let me fuck you." He caved.

Her smirk turned into a sadistic smile as she stood and moved over to him.

"Was that so hard?"

"Shut up."

"Make me."

He pulled her onto his lap and unclasped her bra and threw it across the room. His mouth attacked her breasts and his hands grabbed at her ass through the thin lace of her panties.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and rubbed her core against his bare member making him moan.

"Fuck me, Kei." She whispered in his ear and that was all he needed.

He flipped her onto the mattress and ripped the baby blue lace with his teeth and launched it elsewhere. He put her legs over his shoulders and went down into her already wet folds.

"Already so wet." He teased as he blew a stream of cold air making her wiggle.

He held her hips down and licked her soft and shiny skin making her take in a sharp breath. He worked his magic for a minute or so and she came quickly and out of breath.

He slid his fingers in and pumped as he moved his face to hers and kissed her sloppily.

His tongue pushed through her lips and she could taste herself with each swipe of his tongue on hers. She moaned in his mouth as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.

He pulled his fingers out and placed them in her mouth which she sucked on and let out another moan as he slid inside her filling her up.

Y/N looked into his eyes as she swirled her tongue around his fingers and he thrusted deeper into her.

Her eyes were wide and filled with lust. Her hair fanned around her head creating a halo which he found ironic considering the deadly sin in her burning gaze.

Her hips moved in time with his in order for him to go in as far as he could. When her back began to arch and the moans coming from her became loud and needy, he sped up ever so slightly and she let out the sweetest cry as she came with him following right behind her not slowing down until he had completely finished.

He pulled out of her and fell beside her. Both of their chests rose and fell heavily trying desperately to get enough air.

The baby hairs on Y/N’s forehead stuck to her damp skin as she stared at the ceiling that was normally white, but was now colored a soft orange. She looked over at Tsukishima who was already looking at her.

“I love all your angles by the way.” He whispered.

Y/N’s lips split into a smile that melted his cold heart.

“I love you.”

[mirror-juliet]

hi, may i request a smut scenario about rough sex with leedo on the kitchen counter, thank you so much!

Tagging @youneedapiratekink our thirsty af captain. I hope you also enjoy bby

Thank you so much for requesting hun!!! I had a lot of fun writing this🤍

Warnings: Unprotected sex. Kitchen sex, teasing, rough sex, slight degradation, oral sex (giving and receiving.)

Other Plans {Lee Geonhak/Leedo}

Geonhak had asked you to help him come up with choreography for the group, you two met up at your house where you could practice in your dance room. The both of you could have practiced in the Oneus dance room, but you didn't like it when people saw you coming up with new moves. Besides, you had other plans for your boyfriend

You had made sure to dress in a loose-white shirt and rather short, form-fitting shorts. Your hips would purposefully brush against him, pretending like you simply aren't paying attention.

It's obvious that Geonhak is trying his best to concentrate, his breathing becoming longer and his grip got firmer. The both of you quickly became aware of the tent beginning to root in his sweatpants, a grin forming on your lips.

"Do you think the others will mind this much skin ship, Darling?" You pushed your body flush against his, reaching your arms up to lock around his neck behind you. Your eyes make contact in the large mirror the both of you are gazing into.

Your actions caused the lower part of your stomach to show from Geonhak being to tall. You couldn't care less that he was obviously drinking in your image, you threw choreography out the window once he walked into your home."Isn't this a little much Y/n? We're all close, but not this close." He grabs ahold of your wrists and removes them from his shoulders, trying to take back the authority which he had lost in this situation.

That wasn't something you planned on giving up willingly today. You we're going to push Geonhak to his breaking point, seeing how long it will take.You turn around and put your palms on his chest, locking eyes with him more intimately now.

"What did you have in mind then?" Your words come out velvety, laced with promises you new wouldn't be kept.You watched it, the hormones that are so easily agitated in boys have been tuned on in his brain, drawing him closer to you.

"I think we should practice later, i think we should begin something more.....Fun." Geonhak slows his words, delicately undoing the string to your shorts, pulling his head closer to yours.

His lips nearly graze yours when you move to his cheek and blow on it, distracting him enough for you to slip out of his grasp completely.

"i'm going to paint my nails, feel free to keep me company." You leave the room, leaving Geonhak a flustered mess.

He soon joins you on the couch, turning on the tv, allowing you to rest your legs on his lap. Actually, it was more of you placing your silky legs on him; trying to keep himself content while you rub your legs together.

You admire the red lacquer that stains your nails, remembering how Geonhak loved the shade on you. "Do you like them?" You show him your nails, in response he bites his nail and rubs your legs.That was your Queue  to leave. Couldn't have him get comfortable

*********

You had him following you around your house for about two hours, now, a normal person would have gotten annoyed and left about the third time you teased. Geonhak was not normal towards you, he was crazy for you. He would follow you to the ends of the earth if you wanted him to.

He also loved being in control when it came to the hormones you two caused each other, this experience was foreign to him. Never once have you ever made a dominate move towards him in this way, not for this long at least.

Right now, you were reaching for a snack bar in the cabinet that happened to be on one of the higher shelves. It had you bending slightly, trying to reach the back of the cabinet.Geonhak did not let this opportunity go to waste, he had been waiting for you to loose your guard. He came up behind you, pressing against you and caging your body into the counter.

"Surprise." He laughed, slipping his hand under your shirt to rub your stomach.You turn around to face him giving him a view of the blush blossoming across your chest.

"Y/n" He grabs your hand by the wrist and presses it against his hardened bulge, humming in half discomfort and half pleasure."Do you feel what you have caused?" He presses your hand harder against him to match his tone slowly dropping in octaves.

You had to admit, the way he shifts and feels under your palm made it seem very uncomfortable or borderline painful for him. If not borderline then fully painful. Geonhak seems to hear what you think, shoving your hand down his pants and boxers.

"My dick has been throbbing for so long, do you know how painful that is?" He rests his head on your shoulder, allowing you to hear every grunt and shaky breath he takes as he uses your hand to get himself off. Your hand is lubed with his sweat and precum leaking out of his throbbing tip.

You unfasten his pants, pulling them down along with yourself and his boxers until you're on your knees. Your allow most of his girth to be engulfed in your mouth before gently sucking on him. You bob your head down an turn your head slightly, moving the other way as you bob your head up.

The plan to give him a good blow and hand-job crumbles to ashes as soon as he takes hold of your hair, shoving his member farther into your mouth.

Strings of moans and grunts escape his mouth as he fucks your face. Determined to make him break his dominate role, you bring your hands up to grope his ball sack. He only thrusts faster, making your jaw ache every time his pelvic bone smashes into your face.

You flatten your tongue, feeling the thick vein on the bottom twitch from doing so,  making your jaw go as slack as possible helps relief some of the uncomfyness "Just like that baby. Oh fuuck."

He quickens his thrusting, throbbing inside you. "Nghah. Im g-gonna cum." His deep, velvety voice turns you on, prompting one of your hands to reach down and palm against your heat; only enough to tease yourself.

You suck hard on him, his grip on your hair becoming painful, he tries to pull you off. "No-t Yehht." Your hands hold onto his thighs from the back to keep him in your mouth. He was going to submit to you.

He lets out a long groan as he stills in your mouth, his head rests in the back of your throat and shooting his hot semen down your throat. You  swallow all of it. This time Geonhak seemed to make much more than usual, most likely the result of your teasing.

You clean him up as he comes down from his high, too dazed to stop you, only letting out soft moans. Your hot muscle proves to be too much on his sensitive cock, he pushes your head away, breathing now ragged.

Your fingers twist together behind his neck, plump lips meeting his own. "You drive me crazy, do you know that? Do you know how much of a whore you are?"Geonhak rips your shirt over your head, his large hand shoving down your shorts

His fingers don't bother to wander further than your clitoris, the stimulation alone would drive you insane. Without delay the pads of his fingers rub fast against your clit, making your knee's buckle"Geonhak, sl-slow down." Your small hands wrap around his wrist, trying to pry him off of you. He chuckles in your ear.

"But you don't really want me to, no you want me to keep rubbing you until you're screaming in pleasure." He drags you to the island with his hands still rubbing you, he pushes you, your back arching onto the surface.

He picks your hips up and places them on the counter, giving his easier access to pull your shorts off."No underwear. You slut."

"Hmmm-aah!" Two fingers turn to four now rubbing side to side.

"Oh quit whining, i could do this." Three of his other fingers dip into your hole, hitting your g-spot immediately. "Now this is the amount of pleasure that warrants those screams. Not just your clit."

Your hands grab hold of his wrists, not doing much to stop his strong ministrations."Geonh- i'm gon i-i m gonna."

"Do it, cum over my fingers." He pumps them faster, making you clench hard around him

"Nugahhh! GeonhaAH!" You squeal out as the bubble in your gut bursts. Geonhak only removes his fingers inside of you, allowing the warm liquid to escape your clenching hole.

He doesn't stop rubbing you, only speeding up-if that was even possible, but it very much was. Another wave of cum spills out of you onto his shirt and the floor, your thighs were shaking, preparing yourself for a third orgasm.

"Please, i want you in me for the next one." The words are hurried to escape your mouth, you let out a shaky sigh of relief as he takes his  fingers off of you.He pulls your hips to the edge, flipping you onto your stomach; your short legs dangling off the edge.

"God you're so sexy when you squirt all over me. You'll do it again for me wont you." He kisses your neck gently"Hnuh!" You groan out as he shoves his fat cock in your pussy, bottoming out right away.

'Okay, he wont give you time to adjust, that's okay' You think to yourself, he begins to mercilessly pound into you, your hips shove against the corner of the island; a painful sensation drowned out by the cock inside of you. The girth stretches you out beautifully, feeling every inch of your soft core.

Geonhak rakes his hand up the back of your scalp, pulling roughly on your hair once at the crown. His other hand pushed the middle of your back, giving him two very different anchors to shove into you over and over.

"Tell me how much you love my cock, slut.""I love you cock so much Geonhak! It stretches me so good. Please fuck me harder!" You push your hips into him, your ass jiggling at the motion.

"You asked for it, remember." He nearly laughs at you. He pulls you back further into him, bringing your sex's together hard enough that your hips begin to bruise from his. A loud smacking sound echo's through the kitchen, his balls hitting your clit with every thrust.

Both of you moan and grunt into each other, Geonhak's deep voice now beginning to whine. It was something you never heard before, sexy as hell to say the least. You wanted to hear it more.

"Please, cum all over my ass Geonhak." His member begins to twitch inside you as his hips become greedy, signaling his release soon to come

A few more thrusts later Geonhak is screaming out a groan while releasing strings of semen on your luscious ass. He enters you again to help you with your final release that has you digging your nails into the counter top.

You both calm down, Geonhak leaning on you while sort of hugging you. His chest feels nice as he breaths against you.

"I'll say it again. You're so fucking sexy when you cum like that." laughs erupt in the kitchen, something that came easy for you two during sex, because it was with you two."But baby girl..." He growls. "Next time you try to take control like that. I won't fuck you like that for a month." His words excite you, but also terrify you sexually. That was something you were going to have to try out, knowing somewhere in the back of your mind he would keep his promise. But where's the fun in being safe?

[theangriestpea]

Crime and Punishment

Summary: When your boyfriend Sweet Pea pulls you over for speeding, he has the perfect punishment planned in place of giving you a ticket. ((Anon request))

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader x Fangs

Rating: Mature // Explicit

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: shameless smut, handcuffs, double penetration, threesome, some knife play, unprotected sex (wrap it if you tap it xoxo)

A/N: I waited so long to post this so that I could finally participate in my first event by @riverdale-events ! Welcome to Kink Week! This falls under Theme Two: The More the Merrier. Thank you for reading!

It was the perfect day. The temperature was just hot enough that you could roll your window down and let the wind whip through your hair. Your favorite rock song was blasting on the radio and you found yourself belting out the lyrics in an animated fashion, head bopping and dancing in rhythm with the bass. The sky was mostly clear with a few fluffy clouds speckling along the horizon.

Your right foot pressed down further onto the gas pedal, the engine revving as the small needle on the speedometer jumped higher. It ticked passed the 100 mph mark as you sped down the empty highway.

You didn’t hear the siren. Rather, you couldn’t hear the siren over the music. The flashing blue lights that illuminated your rear view mirror made you curse loudly, heart jumping into your throat as you slowed down your old sedan. You pulled off to the shoulder and cursed again, not wanting yet another speeding ticket.

The cop car pulled in behind you, lights still flashing though the siren was now cut off. You reached over and pulled out your license and registration, trying to think of a good excuse for going over a hundred in a sixty mph zone. Maybe you could say your friend was having a baby and you had to get to the hospital? No…your grandma was in the hospital? You frantically tried to think of something that would be the most plausible as there was a tap on your window.

You rolled it down before looking up, a sigh of relief exiting out of your body as you saw the very tall, extremely good looking deputy standing outside. “Thank god it’s you.” You breathed as a smile replaced your worried expression.

Your boyfriend did not look pleased. You couldn’t read much of his expression as the aviator sunglasses covered his eyes. “License and registration.” He said coarsely.

“Sweet Pea, is that really necessary?” You asked, batting your eyelashes up at him, “I wasn’t going that fast.”

His frown deepened, “Y/N, you were going a hundred and six. You do know what the speed limit is through here, don’t you?”

You gave him a sheepish look, “sixty…” You mumbled mostly to yourself as you began to feel guilty. “Please, Pea, I can’t get another ticket. I’ll lose my license!”

“Step out the car, Y/N.” He said, stepping back to give you room. Your muscles tensed as you opened your car door and got out. You looked up at him with a worried expression, not understanding why he wasn’t being lenient with you. “Hands in front of you.” He ordered as you notice him pull out the linked metal bracelets.

You started to panic, holding your hands out to comply as he tightening the cuffs around your wrists. “You can’t get a ticket, huh?” He asked, voice still serious. “Then you’ll have to pay for this some other way.”

You weren’t exactly a stranger to intense sexual acts and scenes since you started dating Sweet Pea over a year ago. He was very…imaginative in bed. He never bored you and often surprised you with something new to try. You briefly wondered if this was one of those situations. Hopefully for your driving record, it was.

He led you to his car and you saw his partner in the passenger’s seat with a grin on his face. Fangs could never hide his excitement. It was one of his few flaws. His eyes lit up with anticipation as his eyes connected with yours.

It clicked. He had been trying to get you to do a threesome with Fangs the past week and a half. You hadn’t been sure, having never been with more than one partner before. Sweet Pea was going to use your vulnerability to his advantage. A trade off of sorts. Some new kink scene in exchange for getting out of having to pay whatever hefty fine he’d assign to you through a traffic ticket. You cursed for a third time.

Sweet Pea guided you into the back of the cruiser and buckled you in. “Is this really necessary? What about my car? Pea, please, you don’t need to handcuff me.”

“You been very bad, baby girl. Law says I have to lock you up.” Sweet Pea said with a devious smirk. He got into the driver’s side of the car and started the engine. Sweet Pea and Fangs exchanged looks of excitement and smugness.

You huffed stubbornly in the cramped back seat, having to turn your legs to the side to even fit comfortably. The seatbelt was digging into your collarbone and you tested the strength of the handcuffs, no doubt leaving red lines along your wrists under the metal. It was no use. You were at the mercy of your boyfriend and his best friend.

It didn’t take long to figure out that he was taking you back to his trailer in Sunnyside. He pulled into the dirt driveway and turned off the car. After radioing in the position of your car so that it wouldn’t get towed, he turned back to look at you through the metal grate. “You’re awfully quiet princess. You won’t be for long.” He said menacingly before getting out and retrieving you from the back seat.

Fangs got out of the car as well, his infamous smirk plastered onto his face. You really wanted to just wipe it right off of him in that very moment as Sweet Pea grabbed your shoulder and led you inside. He was being forceful but not in a painful way.

Once in his bedroom, he forced you to sit onto the bed. You watched, anticipation growing inside you as you squirmed, clenching your thighs together as you got a good look at him in his uniform. You always did have a thing for him in khaki. Fangs looked equally good and they appeared to be taking off their pants in unison. The heavy belts thudding hard against the floor.

Their shirts were also quickly discarded so that they were down to their boxers. Your eyes shifted between the two deputies, the ever growing desire in their gaze lit you on fire.

“Sit behind her, Fangs, and hold her.” Sweet Pea said as he grabbed his switchblade from on top of the dresser. Fangs moved so he was sitting behind you, his chest pressed firmly against your back as he held your arms firmly in place.

You gave Sweet Pea a defiant look, “Pea this is my favorite tank top!” You protested, knowing he wasn’t about to un-cuff you. He pressed the flat of the blade against your lips to silence you. You quickly shut up as you felt the cold metal against your mouth.

He drug it down across your jawline and down your neck, “should have thought of that before you begged me not to give you a ticket.” He said in a low tone, edged with what you recognized as lust.

The blade moved to your shoulders and he cut through the straps off your bra and tank top. You let out a groan of protest as this had been one of your good bras that he just destroyed.

Sweet Pea tore the fabrics away, leaving your chest bare. Fangs’ hands moved under your arms to wrap around you so he could grab your breasts and knead them between his fingers. You knew he always had a thing for boobs, not being able to resist touching them now that they were free.

You bit your lip to keep from moaning, leaning back against Fangs as you felt his erection nestled against your ass. He moved his hips in a slow motion to rub himself against you. Sweet Pea practically ripped your shorts and underwear off, making you yelp in surprise.

Fangs chuckled into your ear as Sweet Pea just looked pleased with himself. Your eyes looked down to his boxers, seeing the tent being pitched by his hard cock. Fangs decided to pinch your nipples then and a pent up moan escaped from your throat.

Sweet Pea slipped his boxers off and stepped between your legs. He grabbed your wrists and brought your hands closer to his throbbing erection, “touch it.” He demanded as you wrapped one of your hands around his base. He grunted as you lightly stroked him, your hands being awkwardly forced together because of the handcuffs.

After a few pumps he pulled himself away. “Turn her over.” He ordered Fangs who pushed you forward long enough for him to take off his own boxers. He helped you turn around so you were straddling his lap. He laid back, pulling you on top of him, his penis rubbing against your already slick folds.

You looked at him with glossy eyes as he rubbed his tip along your entrance. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He said in a hushed voice that made your face flush with embarrassment. You had no idea how much he wanted to fuck you. No wonder he was jumping at the chance.

Without much warning he suddenly entered into you, gliding in easily due to how ready you were, “God, she’s so fucking wet.” He said to Sweet Pea as he held still, enjoying the moment. You moved your hips in an attempt to feel more, but Fangs grabbed them to hold them still and you whined at him in response.

“No one said you could move.” Fangs replied in a growl, moving so that he was pressed into you as much as possible. With your hands on his chest you gave him a puppy-eyed look, trying to persuade him to move.

Sweet Pea let out a chuckle as he opened a bottle of lube to rub onto himself. You knew what he was preparing to do, and you immediately tensed. “You better use your fingers first,” You said in absolute protest.

“Only good girls get fingers.” Sweet Pea replied in a deadly tone and you knew you were officially screwed.

Fangs continued to hold you steady as Sweet Pea pressed his tip against your ass. You let out a whine of protest as he pushed in. He knew that if you wanted to stop it then you’d use the safe word, but you hadn’t so he wasn’t about to let up. You had thought about using it but honestly with Fangs inside of you already, all you wanted was release.

You braced yourself as Sweet Pea edged into you slowly, trying to relax so that it didn’t hurt as much. Your teeth clenched at the pain. It wasn’t fully unpleasant although you knew you were going to be sore afterwards.

Once they were both fully inside you, you let out a deep breath. Suddenly your head was yanked back by your hair. “Now you can move.” Sweet Pea said and you slowly began to move your hips so that they both moved in and out of you simultaneously.

It was almost too much, the sensation of both of their dicks inside you completely overwhelming. You had to stop after just a few minutes, both boys surprisingly still.

“Now.” Sweet Pea said and both he and Fangs started to move their hips at a feverish pace at the same time. You cried out in ecstasy, feeling overwhelmed again. You thought you were going to break as Pea pulled on your hair even more so that you were forced to arch your back, hands still planted firmly on Fangs’ chest.

At first they moved in unison, but eventually they began moving at their own paces. Fangs had quicker, shallower thrusts while Sweet Pea was moving himself almost completely in and out at a slightly slower pace. They could feel each other through your walls, the sensation new and exhilarating. This was definitely something they were going to rally to get you to do again.

You were moaning loudly, not knowing whose name you should be saying so instead you went with “God” and “Fuck”. Groans of pleasure left them as well, the trailer filled with sounds of intense fucking. Skin slaps, squelches, curses, all mingling together like they would in a professional porno.

You came first, screaming out something unintelligible as the boys kept going hard, both of them increasing their paces. Pleasure ran over you in a manner more intense than it ever had with just Sweet Pea. You weren’t entirely sure if you’d ever tell him that either, in case it hurt his sometimes fragile ego.

Sweet Pea released your hair finally so he could grab onto your hips and pound into you to finish himself off, the action subsequently making you have another orgasm that left you limp against Fangs’ body.

They came at almost the same time, being only seconds apart. You weren’t entirely too sure who was first as you just felt equally wrecked and used. Their semen filling you as they pulled out.

You couldn’t move but you did hear the snap of a phone camera that caused you to jerk your head quickly to see what Sweet Pea was doing (as Fangs was trapped beneath you). You gave him a murderous look that caused him to shrug. “Had to photograph the evidence, babe.”

“You suck.” You murmured as you relaxed against Fangs again, his arms entwining around your waist as he laid there comfortably.

“Pretty sure that’s you.” Sweet Pea replied with a laugh as he grabbed a towel to clean you up with. You whimpered as he rubbed your still sensitive clit with the rag. He chuckled at your reaction and you just pouted in response.

“Next time you speed,” He warned, “we’ll go for three.”

“Sweet Pea!” You yelled in protest but the boys just laughed.

[morethanaprincess-a]

Continued from here for @the-taboo-king​

"When you said club, I presumed cocktails, possibly with the addition of jazz," Sonia winced as she lowered herself onto an overturned wooden crate, the closest thing she could find to a chair. When Michiko had sent the directions to the new location they'd be meeting for the handover, she'd already thought the map was rather strange. No properly numbered or lettered streets, common markers replaced with various symbols and sigils, not unlike the horror movies she enjoyed on occasion. Instead, she'd exited the car parked two blocks away and followed the symbols, crudely spraypainted onto concrete floors and walls to direct visitors into the depths of the abandoned warehouse. At least she'd spotted Michiko early on, though the skirts and sheath dresses she so commonly wore to meet the Borghese Underboss were now replaced with ripped jeans, a black t-shirt, and lace up boots. She was a reliable contact but she enjoyed a bit of fun, and once Sonia had descended the stairs she cracked up laughing, but she was the only one in the room who did. "Not an abandoned building where if you trip on anything, you may be in need of a tetanus shot."

"Your assumption, your problem," the woman's laugh finally subsided as she set two foaming cups between them. "By the way, the drinks are free. So what will ya have? Beer or beer?"

Sonia eyed the cup set in front of her warily. She wasn't opposed to most new experiences but the lager had several centimeters of foam on top. Michiko had pumped the keg herself, something that was far more difficult than it looked. But her wary expression paled in comparison to the judgment, bordering on raw hatred, of the fellow occupants of the space. Michiko had a good laugh at Sonia Nevermind, appearing at an underground rock performance in a short, fitted navy dress with one shoulder exposed and coordinating suede heels. Careful to hide her orchid tattoo by leaving her hair down, she would have looked inconspicuous in any upscale bar or lounge. But not here: she could've shown up in pastels and plastic jewelry in the shape of hearts and stars and she doubted the crowd would have reacted any more favorably. At least her longer tendrils of blonde hair could partially conceal the diamond earrings she'd chosen to wear with her ensemble. "Neither, thank you. I have a feeling I'm going to need something much stronger after this," Sonia politely declined, her gaze glancing at the menacing faces around her before turning back to the other girl, still smirking as she eyed the silver clutch in Sonia's hand.

"Did you bring the rest of it?" Michiko hissed. At least this part was a familiar routine: they had to be quick, and with so many eyes on Sonia, her plan of amusement could quickly turn sour. "I wanna watch the show and I bet you wanna get the hell out of here."

Her pale fingers relaxed their grip on the Saint Laurent clutch in her lap. Unlocking the snap closure, she delved inside for the item Michiko requested: a white, unsealed envelope, its contents straining what the stationery could hold. Sonia passed it to her swiftly, pausing as she knew the girl would count every bit of it. "Of course I brought it. Your fee, as agreed upon. Did you bring what I asked for?"

"Yeah, yeah. Here ya go," Michiko smirked, sealing the envelope and sticking it into the pocket of her jacket. At the same time, she retrieved the small item Sonia had just paid for: a USB drive, which the blonde quickly swiped from the other girl's fingers and pushed it quickly past the neckline of her dress and into her bra. It was safer than the bag: if that got stolen, she would recover quickly. But the information on the drive couldn't fall into anyone else's hands. Lives were at stake. "Gotta say, you take a fuck ton of risks with your stunts. Reminds me of the shit I read in English class once, something about a hood who wanted to rob rich people. Which itself is pretty fucking rich, considering it's you."

"Robin Hood," Sonia filled her in. Michiko had abandoned her education years ago, first by choice before becoming so entrenched in gloom that once she'd pulled herself out, she never wanted anyone to suffer the same fate. It was nothing short of a miracle that she'd crossed paths with her. "Steal from the rich to give to the poor, though it is always my wish that they do not remain suffering for long."

"If anyone's got the shit to pull it off, it's you. I'll let you know if I dig up anything else you'll want." The dark haired girl sighed, grabbing both cups of beer for herself. They'd chosen to remain in the back of the room, where it was only marginally quieter but once the music began to play, the crowd directed their anger to the mosh pit instead of the foreign girl in the expensive dress.

Michiko had been right. She had every intention to leave, considering the roar of the crowd made her ears hurt, Sonia pressing a hand to one of them in order to muffle the sound. She couldn't see what was going on onstage and yet she didn't care. Getting to her feet, she waved a goodbye to Michiko, her phone in her hand indicating she'd message her later with further updates. She could make her exit easily now, everyone who'd glared and shouted profane comments in her direction distracted by the song. Which had taken a softer turn and yet still captured their attention.

Except now, it had captured hers as well. Lowering her hand from the side of her head, Sonia held her purse close against her side as she listened, eyelids fluttering closed over her ice blue eyes. The images the singer wove in his words were somewhere entirely devoid of light, of optimism, of hope, a place she often found herself nowadays the more she knew that one day she'd have to fill her mother's shoes, a prospect that thrilled everyone except Sonia. That final kiss was reminiscent of the last bit of time she'd attend Hope's Peak and still be afforded some freedoms alongside fulfilling the needs of the Borghese Family, smoothing out difficult situations and making decisions on various investments. That bit of freedom, similar to the passion of a kiss that no one wanted to end, was slipping away, just like the bewitching bridge of the song. Nothing beautiful or good ever stayed. Not where she was concerned.

But as the crowd roared to life once more, causing her to clamp her hands over her ears while her eyes flew open, the scene before her was enough to drown out the screams. The Ultimate Mafia Boss had been so confident that her meeting would occur without incident, as Michiko had promised that no matter where they met, she wouldn't be recognized. But Michiko had no idea that her classmate of sorts, the delinquent who prided himself in breaking into her condo and bypassing her security whenever he got the chance, also possessed the voice she'd been entranced by a moment ago. Sonia's hands dropped to her side, face frozen in shock as she stayed in place. She needed to leave, because if he recognized her she'd have to explain herself and that was something she couldn't do.

"Oh, shit," She muttered as the song came to an end and Gundham said something about anarchy that seemed to please the audience. With the music over, it was unlikely the crowd would remain distracted and her ability to sneak away was now greatly diminished.

[christinky]

The Runaway, (Bucky x reader)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Mention of blood and cutting (Not too much, very short), some angst, some fluff, running away, mention of death.

Words: A lot

Summary: You messed up, people died because of your mistake. Not being able to handle it you leave the Avengers and start a new life. You are happy living in a small town, until your past comes to find you and you have to make a decision. 

A/N: I’M SUPER PUMPED FOR THIS. I hope you guys like this! I’ve had this idea with a couple other plot and situations, my spotify discover had some songs that for some reason helped me come up with this. Let me know what you think. 

The light pries through the blinds, you can feel the warmth of his arm wrapped around you. You lie there still, slowly waking up, enjoying the cosiness of the warm bed. Cuddling up closer to you fiance he starts to move, “Good morning beautiful” he says in his raspy voice. 

You smile as he pulls you in closer, holding you close. “Good morning sunshine.” 

Taking this opportunity you flip over to face him, his strong arms still holding you close. You bury your face into his neck, closing your eyes in peace. 

The room was quiet, warm, just right. His lips are pressing against the top of your head, making you smile. You lift your head to look up at him, his brown wavy hair is all messy, eyes soft and full of love as they look back down at you. This gives you hope that you are going to truly be happy. 

“I have to get ready for work,” He pouts as you start to cling to him, not letting go, “Please (Y/N), I have to go to work.” 

He tries prying your grip apart so he can escape. “No, 5 more minutes!” You demand, still half asleep. 

“I’ll see you when you get home from work love, besides only 12 more days until you will be Mrs. Matthew Evans.” He smiles as he places a kiss on your forehead, knowing that you don’t like morning breath kisses. 

“I can’t wait.” Your eyes meet as you bite your bottom lip, his brown eyes lit up with joy. 

He leaves you in bed as he gets ready for work. The two of you met 3 years ago, a few months after you moved to town and he proposed 6 months ago. You are happy, happier than you thought you would be but something is missing. 

Flashes of the life you left behind come up often, memories of him. The one you left. You never thought you could be as happy as you were then, but you are pretty close. With all the happy memories there are also painful ones, which caused you to run, change your name, and go into hiding. 

Matt comes back into the bedroom, sits next to you on the bed. The smell of his cologne fills the room, it is a handsome, musky scent. His hand bushes your hair back, then bringing it to your cheek. The warmth is welcomed as he pulls your head up, pressing his lips to yours. His lips are soft and loving. You melt against him, “I love you babe.” 

“I love you too.” You place one more kiss goodbye before he walks out of the room, moments later you hear the front door close. You mean what you say, you love him, even if you think of your old boyfriend at times.

You roll out of your bed, knowing that its your turn to get ready. Opening your closet, you search for something to wear, eventually settling on a pink tank top with a gray cardigan and jeans. Your morning routine is simple, brushing your teeth then a quick simple everyday makeup and throwing your hair into a pony tail. 

Before you start to head, you stare into the mirror just like almost everyday. Looking at who you are now, and looking back at who you used to be. Remembering why you left, and why you can’t go back. Your chest starts to tighten from the pain, head starts to get heavy and eyes weak. It what has to be done though, and with that you grab your purse and go to work. 

When you first moved to town, you searched for a job. At the community center they were looking for a youth programs coordinator. You were drawn to it, thinking that you could help some kids and have fun yourself.

You love going to work, during the day you plan events and make sure the day’s activities were all set for when the kids got out of school. Helping coach and coordinate sports games for high schoolers, giving them a place to have fun with their friends and get help with school work. No one expected high schoolers to be coming to the program but after a while you had a regular group that came. Middle schoolers and elementary is easy, they all flood in after school. You have games and activities set up, you always make you that you are available to play and help them when needed. 

It makes you feel important, like you are still helping those who need it, you are making a difference. You know almost all the kids that come through the doors, and they all love you. At the end of the day you stand on the steps as the kids run to get to their parents. Full of pride as you see the joy on their faces. Until you start to feel your stomach drop, thinking that if they knew who you really were, would they still accept you, still love you. You get sick just thinking about it. 

Rather than driving or taking a bus you walk to and from work. You only live about 3/4s of a mile away, and you like the quiet alone time you get from it. The sun is setting, the sky filled with pink and orange. The beauty helps calm you. A cold breeze brushes past you, sending a shiver down your spine, but it is welcomed. The smells of barbecues, fresh cut grass and nature fill the air. The air is much fresher here than what you were used to. You inhale deeply, taking in the smells, letting your shoulders relax.

A huge bang rings out from the other side of the street. You freeze, looking for the source of the sound, heart pounding in your chest. Instantly being thrown back into your past. 

The sound of gunshots fill the air. You are on the rooftop alone except for a lone gunman by the edge. You and Nat were given orders to take out the gunmen on the rooftops. The rest of your team is on the ground and flying through the air focusing on the main target. 

You focus on the gunman as you try to catch him off guard. You are quiet, making sure not to alert him. In an instant his head jerks to look at you, focusing his gun at you. Staying calm, you use your gun to shot him in the arm before he can fire a shot, causing him to drop the gun in pain. 

A harsh force hits your head, knocking you to the ground. Looking around you realize you forgot a parameter check to look for anyone else on the roof, therefor you did not see the guy hiding in the shadows. Its 2 against one. This is on you, knowing full well that that was the first thing you should have done before fulling entering the rooftop. 

You get back on your feet, wanting to fix your mistake fast. He goes to punch you again, you grab his arm and pull it down. Pulling up your knee to bash his face against. He hits the ground, blood pouring out from his nose. You kick him in the crotch to make sure he is down.

At this point the gunman is ready for you, but he doesn’t have a gun drawn at you this time. Its down, against his side. He has a sly smile on his face, watching you intensely. The look in his eyes makes you uneasy, his eyes are crazy, almost with happiness rather than anger. You eyes instantly notice his hand, in it is a bomb. 

You run at him, looking to take him out at his knees. Your heart is racing, hands sweaty, mind fully focused on him. He stands still, waiting for you. Just before you reach him, he jumps. Rushing to the side you see him falling, you watch in horror as you see him throwing the bomb into a broken window of the building you are on.

The office building has yet to be evacuated due to the entrances leading to a war zone. No other ways out. Your heart drops as you see glass shatter, flames fly out, followed by screaming of people. Innocent people. 

Under your feet you feel the building start to shake. Apparently the building’s structure was blown from the bomb. It is about to come down. You look to the side, assessing the distance between buildings, figuring you could make it. You sprint as fast as you can to the edge and jump. 

Your arms meet the rough texture of the roof as you slide against it. Quickly, you push yourself up as you see the building you were just on collapsing, with everyone inside it. Tears start pouring out of you, thrown back in shock. Your head starts hurting with the realization that this is your fault. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” You hear Bucky, your boyfriend, screaming through the comms to you, “(Y/N)! Are you okay?” 

But you don’t respond, overwhelmed with the feeling of guilt. You messed up, this is on you. The death of hundreds of people. Without thinking, you rip the comm out of your ear and throw it into the rubble of the collapsed building. Making sure you aren’t noticed, you escape and start running.

“Ms. (Y/N)” You hear a voice call out, “Are you okay?” 

Your attention dawn to a parent in the driveway across the street, “Oh yeah, I’m sorry. That loud boom just scared me a bit!” You shout back to him. 

“I’m so sorry, that was just the hood of my car, I was checking on the engine.” You let out a sigh of relief as you jump back to reality. 

“Oh you’re fine!” You assure him, “I’m just a little jumpy is all.” 

You continue walking, trying to forget about the flashback you just had. Instead thinking about your wedding, you have planned it all out perfectly. A nice simple ceremony, with some friends you have made along with his family followed by a small reception. Its going to be simple but gorgeous. Tomorrow you pick up your dress, a lovely full length with a straight skirt. Modest yet sexy. 

When you arrive home, Matt is waiting for you with dinner, like usual. The fact that Matt could cook was amazing, you love that about him. He is also kind and gentle, yet rough and strong. Like the best of both worlds. The kids at the community center actually pushed you to him, this is a pretty small town but not too small. 

Matt had the kids in his class, and once they learned that you were single too they instantly went into matchmaker mode. Setting the two of you up, and its been wonderful ever sense. 

Once dinner was over, you took a shower and lie in bed. Matt is already in bed reading a book when you enter the bedroom. You fold over the comforter and jump in next to him. He closes his book and turns off the light. Lying down and reaching out his arm for you. You snuggle up closer to him, head on his chest and legs tangled up. 

Looking up your eyes meet his. Getting lost in his blue eyes, they are stunning. His scruff rubbing against your forehead before he places a kiss there. He is smiling from ear to ear, your heart jumps at the sight of him. He flips over onto his side, so you guys are facing each other. You feel the coldness of his arm on your lower back. “I missed you love, I’m so happy to have you back.” He whispers to you.

“I missed you too Buck” you reply before pulling him into a kiss. 

You open your eyes slowly, you look up gently. Not expecting to be hit with disappointment. Not realizing you had a smile on your face as you feel it fade away. You are cuddled up with Matt, seeing he is still sound asleep. You lie there, remembering the dream you just had, how it felt right. How you wish it was real, and you were back in Bucky’s arms. 

Immediately you get the thought out of your head. Knowing that it will never happen, you left that life, making sure no one could connect the dots from here and no one would come find you. After all, the world thinks the real you is dead. Thinking your body was lost in the rubble, one if the ones that were never identified. They found your comm, and they assumed you fell along with it. 

Matt starts to stir as he wakes up, his arms stretch out as he lets out a moan. Then looking down to meet your eyes. Hiding the disappointment in sadness that was just there moments ago. 

The two of you carry on your usual routine, he gets up first and gets ready, kissing you goodbye. About an hour later you get ready, and head to work. 

You finish locking up the building, as you leave to go pick up your wedding dress. You are excited, even if your dream still lingers in the back of your mind, not helping but thinking that it should be Bucky at the end of the isle. 

The dress shop agreed to stay open late so you could pick up the dress and do a final fitting to make sure it was perfect. As you walk out of the dressing room, the two employees look at you in amazement. You look beautiful. You stand on the platform in front of the mirrors. 

Not meaning to, you start crying. They both think its from finding the perfect dress and being so happy. Part of it was from how you look in the dress, you don’t want to admit it to yourself but deep inside you knew this was wrong. Yes you love Matt but he will never be your Bucky. 

The seamstress makes sure everything is perfect before you go back to take the dress off. In the dressing room you let yourself stop faking the happiness. You allow yourself to be sad, for just a moment. Because this is your like now, you had no choice. 

Leaving the shop, you head to your friend’s house. You met Nina when you first moved here, she was searching for a roommate so you applied. She had agreed to be your maid of honor in the wedding, and was now letting you hide the dress at her place. She knows nothing about your feelings or your real past of course, you can’t even let your best friend know anything. 

The night sky is clear, stars filling the sky. The air is cool and crisp, still and quiet. Wedding dress in your arm, you try to compose yourself and focus back on the wedding and how you are still happy. A sharp pain strikes the back of your head as something makes contact with you, sending you straight into the ground. You try to get up but hit again, then everything goes dark. 

You feel a pounding headache as you come back to you senses. You keep your eyes closed to help fight the pain. You try to move, only to feel something cold and hard against your wrists, which are above your head. You start to open your eyes, you are sitting on a dirt floor. Looking around the room, you see that the walls are covered in dirt, one door, no windows, the ceiling is mostly blocks of wood and more dirt. There is a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling that lights up the small room. You are underground. Thats when you see cuffs around your wrists with chains attached to the wall holing you up. Your ankles are also chained but attached to some weights rather than the floor. 

On the other side of the room, right across from you, there was a computer system. about 7 screens. You think about what those could possibly be for. On the seat in front of it you see your wedding dress draped over the back. 

Your heart is about to burst out of your chest its pounding so hard. You can feel your palms get clammy. For the first time in years, you are afraid. Having no idea where you are, why you are here and what is going on. Thinking that this can’t be linked to your past, you are dead, how did anyone find you. That is the only reason you can think of, this life you have lived the past 4 years is over. 

The door in the corner starts to open. Your breathing is still intense as you prepare for someone to walk through. Its a man, he is build like a house and tall, his face is covered with a mask. You can’t even see his eyes or anything. “Are you ready?” His voice is disguised, must be a device in the mask. 

You are cold, face pale, but you try to keep a neutral expressions so he doesn’t know you are scared. “For what?” You ask, keeping your voice from shaking.

He turns on the computers and starting to do something on the main screen. You cant see as he is blocking the screen from you, which only causes you more fear. “To see them again.” He laughs as he speaks.

Your stomach drops them, knowing exactly who that is. It can only mean your old team, the one you ran away from, the one that was like your family, the Avengers. That means Bucky. Your mind races, thinking about what they will think, have they known that you weren’t dead, if there did were they searching for you, or did they think you were dread and you are suddenly back and alive. 

The man walks over to you, a sack in his hands. He places it over your head, hiding you from the screen, he must be waiting to make your reveal special. He has plans for you, your stomach aches with the thoughts of what it could be. 

You hear his footsteps go back to the computers, you can hear his fingers clicking against the keyboard. Suddenly he speaks voice still disguised, “Hello there, I hope I have everyone’s attention.” 

You shiver at the sound, knowing who he is talking to. “I have something to show you,” You hear him walking back to you, suddenly the darkness from the sack disappears. Blinding you for a moment. You look right at the computer screens, they are all showing videos of different rooms in the compound. Your friends watching you. “Look who I found,” His voice is cheery. 

He must have hacked the system Tony had in place, broadcasting you on every monitor in the place, security cameras showing them. You lose your breath, wide eyes and still as a statue. On the top right screen is Bucky, he looks as frozen as you are. “I found her in a little town in Nebraska of all places.” You can see the shock on everyone’s face. 

“She seems to have quite the life there, a good job working with kids. How sweet.” He starts pacing around the room. 

“Now you see, I assume you would like her back, or at least alive. I will gladly return her to you.” He pauses, “But of course that means I want payment. Nothing to crazy of course, just a fair trade. How about an arc reactor, that seems like a great trade, an arc reactor for your friend’s life.” 

You can see Tony and Steve talking on the left center screen. You can’t hear anything. No sound is coming from the speakers. You scan all of the screens, you can see Nat, Wanda, Vision, Steve, Sam, Thor, Tony, Bruce and Bucky. There are all there, staring at you, helpless. 

“Now, the choice is yours. If you don’t comply I’ll just keep her as my pet.” He walks over to you, his fingers pet the side of your face. You try to squirm away, pulling his hand back it comes back at full force. You wince in pain, feeling the blood drip from your nose. You snap your head back to the screen, seeing the fear in Bucky’s eyes, in everyone’s eyes really. 

“Anything you would like to say my dear?” His hand motions to the video camera on the main monitor. 

You take a deep breath, holding back tears. “I’m sorry.” Its all you could manage to say before the tears overwhelm you and burst out of you. 

“Are you sorry for making the world think you were dead?” He pauses, walking over to the chair, “Or this?” 

He hold up the wedding dress for them to see, “You’re getting married soon.” He looks over to you, your arms and legs go numb, “You would have made a beautiful bride, don’t you think Bucky?” 

Bucky is getting mad, you can tell. It looks like he is about to jump through the screen. You can also see pain in his eyes, pain that you would do this to him. You just sit there, crying. 

Looking at him again, you force yourself to speak, “Bucky, I had to. Please Buck, I’m sorry. I still love-” You are cut off with another punch to the face. Loosing consciousness for a moment. 

“God, shut up.” The man hisses, “Now if you want to make a trade, meet me here,” he hold up a map so you can’t see. “I’ll be waiting.”

Then the screens go black. The man walks out of the room without giving you another look. 

You don’t know how long its been, since there is no windows or anyway to tell time. As time passes he comes back. He comes back just to hurt you, no words spoken. A few time he cut you, kicked you, and then the classic punch. It feels like weeks have passed, you know it hasn’t been nearly as long, couldn’t have been more than 2 days tops. 

As you sit there alone, you try to distract yourself from the physical pain. The only way to do that is focus on the emotional pain. You think about what they are doing in your current life, Matt is probably worried sick with you missing, using Nina as comfort. No one is there for the kids unless they got volunteers. Your chest is tight, in pain thinking about the pain you are causing everyone. 

Then your mind goes to the team, after 4 years, what were they saying or thinking. Bucky probably has moved on, forgot about you. This is just a painful reminder for him. Would they even want to save you? Why would they? You had abandoned them, made everyone believe you were dead. This is what you deserve. 

As you come to terms with your current situation, accepting your fate to die here, the door opens. “Looks like they might not hate you after all.” He looks down at you, “Too bad they wont get to you.” 

He walks back out as he slams the door, you can hear it lock on the other side. Again, your emotions get the best of you. You start crying uncontrollably. You start to scream “NOOOO!” 

You scream and scream, but it doesn’t do anything. Your throat hurts forcing you to stop. You are underground, no one will hear you and you can’t hear them. You lean your head against the wall, tears still steaming down your cheeks. You find yourself losing energy to stay awake as you cry yourself to sleep. 

You jerk awake, you hear noises outside the door. Voices sound like they are screaming, but you hear them as whispers. Pounding on what must be more doors outside of your’s. 

You feel lighter, you start to feel hope build up inside you. You pull the rest of the energy you have left in you, “HELP!” You scream, “PLEASE! SOMEONE! HELP ME!” You continue, hoping maybe just maybe they can hear you. 

The noises outside disappear, puling everything you have you just scream, not wasting it on words. Just the loudest scream you had in you. You wait a moment, listening to see if it worked. Nothing.

Grief overcomes you, you missed your chance. You throw your head back against the dirt wall, hoping you can just end it now. Thats when you hear it. Another whisper, it is louder than it was before. “Guys, I heard it coming from over here.” 

It sounds a bit like Steve, you are certain its really Steve. “Steve! Please, I’m in here!” You try to scream but it comes out weak. 

Suddenly you can hear bashing against the door. Part of you is happy, the other part worried, what will it be like seeing them again. 

You hear the lock give as the door is bashed open. You really want to look at them as they walk through, but you can’t. Staring at the floor away from the door as you can hear them walk towards you. “(Y/N)..” It’s Steve, his voice is soft and gentle. 

“I’m sorry.” again its all you can manage to say as your hair covers your face and tears starting to spill out of you. 

Footsteps are walking towards you, You can see the boots in front of your face. They are Nat’s. She bends down, pulling your chin up. Looking you right in your eyes. She looks sad, well for her at least. “Listen, you are fine. We are so happy to see you.” She looks at you for a bit longer before she stands, focusing on the cuffs on your hands as Steve releases your ankles from the weights. 

“Where is he?” You ask, looking over at Steve. The corner of his mouth turns into a smile as his head motions to the door. 

There he is, Bucky emerging from the door way. He looks broken. Almost like he had when he was at his worst after escaping Hydra. He stares at you, waiting to see your creation towards him. You can tell that part of him wants to run to you, but the ball is in your court right now. 

“Bucky..” You sound so relieved. You watch him as you stand up, weak from the time spent chained to the floor with the beatings, but you can still do it. You walk to him as fast as you can, as he starts moving forward to catch you as you began to stumble. 

There you are in his arms, eyes meeting for the first time. Neither of you say a word, he just helps you get out of here. 

They take you into the jet, everyone is sitting around as Bruce cleans your wounds. Luckily you aren’t hurt too bad, mild concussion with some scars and bruises. Tony gave you a hoodie to change into because your clothes were covered in blood. 

Everyone is silent for a while except for Bruce telling you to hold still. You just stare at the floor. “So (Y/N), you need to tell me where to fly this thing.” Tony breaks the silence. “Listen, we all want you back, welcoming you with open arms. You had us worried sick about you, we thought we had lost you. But here you are and we want you back.”

You stay silent, trying to think even though you know what you want. You turn to Tony who continues talking, “However, where ever you had been for the past 4 years, you have obviously made a life there.” He looks at the engagement ring on your finger. “Its your choice.” 

Scanning the room everyone is staring at you, everyone with smiles on their faces, looking like they actually mean that they want you to stay with them. Bucky though, he looks hurt. He is hurt that you would just run away, leaving everything the two of you had built. 

Looking back, you two were perfect. 3 years together, as long as you and Matt. The late night conversations, you helping him cope, just lying in each other’s arms for hours, your play fights, the walks in the park you loved, and just being happy. 

“Well first, this is at least what I want to know,” Steve speaks up, “Why did you leave?” 

You swallow hard, preparing yourself, “I messed up.” You hold back the tears, even though you don’t think you have any left, “It was all my fault that those people died. I couldn’t live with looking at all of you everyday knowing that I was the one who messed up. I didn’t really think it through, I just ran. When I had the chance to think about it and see that I should have stayed it was too late” 

You scan the room again to see everyone’s reactions. They look puzzled. “(Y/N),” Its Wanda’s turn to speak, “No one was in that building.” 

“What? There was no way out. I heard their screams.” You are focused on her.

Steve stands, walking towards you. “After the first attack the city put underground tunnels under building just in case of another attack. They were just kept a secret until they were needed to prevent anything.” He kneels in front of you, “No one was in there.” 

You interrupt him, “What about the screams?”

“That must have just been from those in other buildings that were not evacuated yet, there was only capacity for a building or two at a time. We got the ones that were in most danger out first.” Steve looks at you like he knows what has been eating you up inside the past 4 years. 

You look him in the eyes, “Are you sure I’m welcomed back?” 

“Of course” Natasha places a hand on your back, “But I think before we go we should do one last sweep of the place.” 

Everyone nods as they stand, “(Y/N) you wait here, Bucky keep an eye on her.” Steve says as they exit the Jet. 

It is clear what they are doing, they want the two of you to talk. You look over to him, his eyes already watching you as he walks over, taking a seat next to you. You go to speak but are cut off by him. 

“Listen, the decision is yours. I don’t want to make it any harder for you. If you love him, go back to him.” 

“I love him,” You start, Bucky looks away, “But I love Steve, I love Wanda, I love Tony, I love the entire team. But, over everyone, I love you the most Buck.” 

His attention is back on you, holding your hand now, “I understand if you don’t love me anymore, but if you are willing to give me another chance, if you are willing to try rebuilding what we had, I want to. I want to be with you.” 

Bucky stays quiet, “I’m sorry Bucky, every night I thought about you. Wished you were the one beside me. Truth is, I might have been happy but I felt like I had to force myself. Thinking I could never be happy without you, but I thought I could never have you again. I didn’t mean to hurt you, really. I just had to move on at some point. I love you Bucky” 

The water works start again, and rather than speaking he pulls you into a hug. In this moment, everything is perfect, the feeling of his arms wrapped around you cause you to melt in his grasp. He hold you for a while, you feel weight lifting off your shoulders as you are pressed against his warm body. 

“I love you too.” He whispers in your ears, scruff brushing against them making you giggle. You pull away to look at him, both you smiling knowing that you are back. 

You bite your lip, knowing what you have to do, “You do know, I have to go back there though.” 

Bucky nodding in agreement. 

“I have to say goodbye, I need to give them all closure and I think someone deserves an apology.” You look down as you play with your engagement ring, “I think he needs this back too.” 

Foot steps start making their way up the ramp of the jet, the entire team coming back on board. Its clear they are waiting your response. You look up at them, Tony sits in the pilot’s chair starting up the engine. 

“I have to go back.” You announce still playing with your ring, “I have to say goodbye, they all deserve at least that much. I have some explaining to do, I don’t want to do it but he deserves better.” 

As Tony gets the jet ready you give him the address so he can at least see where to fly. “Okay, I think this will take more than a few hours, maybe more than a day considering you do have that rock on your finger.” Tony announces while taking off, “So Nat if you could find us a hotel that would be great. (Y/N) if you have any suggestions, also where is somewhere to land this thing?” 

You hesitate, realizing what you are about to do, “Well I would love to invite you guys to stay at my place but I don’t think I’ll really be welcomed there” You wanted this to be a joke but it just broke you inside. You really did not want to hurt Matt, you do love him but this is just a horrible situation. “There is really only one hotel, its pretty small but its nice. You can land on the community center fields. You’ll just have to get approval from the mayor, I believe he is the next in line for that.” 

Bruce shoots you a confused look, “Next in line? Why don’t we just go to whoever is first.” He suggests.

“You see, being the youth program coordinator, I basically run the community center so I would be the person who could give you permission but seeing as I am not there, I can’t make sure the fields are cleared and give permission. If someone wants to give me their phone I can give you his number so you can speak with him. 

Now everyone is looking at you in amazement and confusion. “Okay, I’ll ask,” Nat taking the floor, “First, how did you get that job with no qualification at all. Second, why do you know the mayors phone number by heart?” 

Fair enough, you thought to yourself. Thinking you would have to explain as they dug around later anyways. “Well first, it is really easy to lie on a resume and make it sound legit. Since the community center belongs to the citizens there my interview was done by a group of volunteers who really didn’t want to waste their time calling references. Second, since that was my job I had to get permission and permits and stuff like that for events so I called him a lot. Plus we are pretty good friends.” 

That didn’t help much with the confusion as you can tell. Tony hand you his phone as you type in the number and hand it back to him, thinking this wasn’t the time to ask to land the Avenger’s jet on the property while you are currently a missing person and all. 

For the rest of the flight the team asks more questions about your new life. You don’y mind filling them in, just wish that it could maybe wait. Every time you talk about it you remember all the good times, the people, everything that you are choosing to leave and the pain you are about to cause. Mostly you worry about Matt, this wedding is almost a week away and you are going to crush his heart. You are breaking down in the inside, nerves going crazy, stomach hurting and pressure in your head. 

“Looks like people are pretty excited for the Avengers,” Tony interrupts, seeing the crowd of people waiting there for you all. 

As you land, you start to feel sick. You can’t handle this. Wanda notices your distress, walking over and grabbing your hand before the door opens. She can tell you need to be comforted, someone for support and how that person cannot be Bucky right now. 

The ramp starts to lower, everyone else stepping out before you attempt. The mayor it there to greet them along with some other important people. You can hear them speak, “So please tell me, why are the Avengers making a surprise visit to our little town.” 

Your stomach drops, you hand on to Wanda as you start walking. No one speaks before you emerge from the Jet, arm and arm with Wanda. Bucky stays on the jet, not wanting to leave. Scanning the crowd, you spot Matt who is running to you, over joyed to see you safe. 

He wraps his arms around you, hugging you tight. You let go of Wanda and hug him back. In the background you hear the kids cheering your name with the sound of their feet running. Suddenly you were in the middle of a giant group hug. 

You can’t help but laugh, looking around to see all the smiling faces. You look over to the team standing next to you, they have smiles too, they aren’t genuine because they know what is gong to happen. You see Bucky peering out from the jet. 

“Wow I am so happy to see all of you!” You say to the kids, “Did you guys want to meet the friends I brought with me?” 

Instantly the kids dispersed to the different Avengers, trying to talk to them and get attention. You laugh seeing how thrown back everyone is at how excited and uncontrolled the children are seeing their heroes. 

“I’m so glad you are okay babe,” Matt pulls you back closer to him, “Are you okay? Where have you been? And how did the Avengers get involved?” There is concern in his eyes, wanting to make sure you are okay. Before you can answer his lips are pressed to yours. Knowing that this will be your last you allow it, holding the back of his neck as he kisses you deeply. He finally pulls away, you can feel the team’s eyes on you. 

“Listen, we can talk about that in private. Do you want to run inside real quick and talk?” Your voice is low, Matt knows it is serious. 

Taking his hand the two of you sneak into the community center. 

“Tell me what happened? Please, who’s ass do I have to kick.” He is serious. Not making this any easier for you. 

You refuse to meet his gaze, not wanting to see his face as you hurt him. “I lied to you.” He pauses, waiting for you to continue, “I didn’t leave California for the quiet town life. I left New York to escape my life. My last name is not Henderson. I am (Y/full/N)’ 

Matt cuts you off, raising his voice before you can continue, “Wait (Y/full/N), as in the Avenger that was presumed dead years ago.” You just nod, avoiding his gaze, “Are you serious right now?” 

Biting your lip you take a deep breath before continuing, “I didn’t mean to lie or hurt you. I got scared and ran away. Came here, made a life for myself without violence.” He is standing across the room, pacing with his hands on his head trying to stay calm. 

“So what you got cold feet and ran back to them?” His voice was angry now.

“No! Someone did take me.” You correct him, “This guy somehow knew who I was and wanted to use me as bait. Thinking that if he had me he could get something from them. They saved me Matt.” 

His pacing has stopped, “Then what does this mean?” His voice calmer now, “Now that they know you are alive, will they leave you alone?” 

Your heart beat is surprisingly calm right now, your palms are sweaty and you can feel pain in your chest knowing what is about to happen. “I’m sorry,” HIs eyes dart to meet yours, “I..I’m going back with them. I have to.”

“Are they forcing you? They can’t do that (Y/N)!” His voice is angry again, you can see veins bulging in his neck.  

“No Matt, It’s not like that.” You take a deep breath to prepare yourself, “I love you, I really do. I don’t want to do this to you. This is something I have to do. They are not forcing me but I have to go back with them. They, well they are my family.” 

Tears start again, they were genuine though, “What about me? Aren’t I your family? What about your life here?” His breathing is heavy, his face red with anger. 

He notices you are now crying, stopping immediately and calming himself down. Seeing that this is hard on you as well. Once is settles down he comes to sit next to you.

 “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to yell.” He places a hand on your back, “I just love you so much. I don’t want to lose you. Even if you aren’t who you say you are, you are still the girl I fell in love with.”

His words sting, hitting you deep in your core. “I wish I didn’t have to hurt you by doing this. I am truly sorry. I hope you forgive me, that you can move on and find someone way better than me.” 

You take off your ring, placing it in his hand. Standing up, you don’t have feeling in your legs. Still able to move them, they just feel like they have a mind of their own. Before you leave, you place a kiss on his forehead like he had done to you all those mornings. Walking away you stop at the door, “I love you.” you say one last time as you walk out. 

Outside, you wipe the tears from your face. Composing yourself for everyone else’s sake. Sam is the first to see you walking back, nudging Nat so she can excuse herself from the conversations. 

“Hey,” She says softly once she reaches you, “I’m guessing that didn’t go to well” 

She can see how red your eyes are as she helps fix you up, bowing on your face to dry it off. Once you were ready, she walks with you. 

In your head you think this can’t go any worse than how it went with Matt. Mentally preparing yourself as you stand between Nat and Tony, with the rest of the Avengers. 

A little hand pops up, you gesture for the child to speak, “Ms. (Y/N), how do you know the Avengers?” 

You were hoping to explain this to just the adults, not the children but here you are. “Well, you see... I used to be an Avenger.” You start to explain. Seeing all the parents and your friends turn to each other in shock. You bend down to the kids who are now actively listening to you, “Before I moved here I was an Avenger, but now they need me to go back. They need me to help them fight the bad guys.” 

All the children are looking at you with amazement. Everyone actively listening as well, hoping you can put it in a way both children and adults can understand without causing any issues, “I really don’t want to leave you guys. I love all of you, it’s just the Avengers are still my family, just like you, but it is time for me to go back with them.” 

You look around at all the eyes focused on you, making you uneasy. You try to stay focused on the kids, they have a lot less judgement in their eyes, “This is very hard for me, I would love to stay here with all of you. It’s just this isn’t my place, I’m meant to be an Avenger. Hopefully none of you are mad or disappointed that I am leaving, I’m heartbroken I have to do this. I hope we can still be friends, maybe I can come visit.” You turn to your team, “Maybe we can all visit.” 

The kids start to cheer, thinking that the Avengers visiting can be a normal occurrence. You finish up, “Now I think its getting late, maybe tomorrow, if its okay with your parents, you guys can hangout and play some games with the real Avengers?” 

The excitement from the kids is overwhelming. You stand back up to be with your team. Scanning the crowd no one looks to angry with you. Once everyone leaves, you notice one person in the crowd waiting to talk to you. Nina. 

Thankfully she isn’t mad, just a little annoyed you did not tell her earlier. She thought you were pretty bad ass. Thankfully she also agreed to get your stuff from your house, well old house. That way you can sleep in your clothes and not in Tony’s old hoodie. 

Back at the hotel everyone had a roommate, realizing you didn’t have a home to go back to tonight you made sure they got enough for you. Seeing everyone pair off, Steve and Sam, Tony and Bruce, Thor and Vision, Wanda and Nat, and that only left you and Bucky. At first you weren’t sure if this is a good idea but the two of you do need some time alone. 

You expect it to be awkward at first, like you would have to start from the beginning. To your surprise it is natural, yeah it isn’t exactly like you left it which is understandable. But there is no awkward tension, not knowing how to act, you two are comfortable with one another. Talking and catching up, not getting into too much with Matt, trying not to upset him. Your conversation got deep though, just like it had before, knowing what is going on in each other’s heads. 

That night, as you lie in bed you feel relieved. You don’t have to put on this act of being happy. You can truly be happy now. You two stay on opposite sides of the bed, you did just break off an engagement after all. However, you could still feel his presence and that is all you need.

In the morning, you wake up still on your side of the bed. However there is a Bucky spooning you from behind, arm draped over your side. Looks like someone missed you more than you thought, not being able to keep away for a single night. You could stay like this forever if it were up to you. 

This moment is brought to a screeching halt as someone knocks on your door. You quickly jump out of bed to answer the door. You slowly open the door, expecting Steve or someone from the team. 

You are wrong, your friend Nina pushes her way in carrying what you think is breakfast from the smell of it. “I am not letting you go without having one last meal with me.” She states making her way into her room. Instantly pausing realizing that you are not alone. “Oh, would you like to explain?” She turns to you, a bit embarrassed but needing to know more. 

You just give her a big grin making sure she isn’t mad, she wouldn’t be angry at the situation, just the fact you didn’t mention any of this to her. “It’s not what you think!” 

“Oh girl, then talk.” Without hesitation she continues to the small table in the room, taking out the food and taking a seat. Poor Bucky is still half asleep in bed. You just shake your head as you join her, grabbing your take out box and sitting at the end of the bed. 

Bucky sighs and walks out of the room, most likely to Sam and Steve’s. Nina mouthes the word ‘wow’ after Bucky leaves the room, who of course was shirtless when she first came in. 

“Okay, I completely understand now. Damn girl, he is such an amazing step up from Matt.” You smack her arm playfully, “Does he have any single friends? Oh! How about Captain America? Is he seeing anyone?” 

“He isn’t, but you are on your own there. That man is a mystery when it comes to dating.” You know she is going to try still. Nothing you could do would stop her. 

The two of you eat breakfast as you fill her in on the rest of the details, now having to explain the insanely hot and rugged man in your bed. 

As you guys talk, you know you are going to miss her the most. You had never had a friendship so effortlessly, not even with Nat and Wanda, you guys were best friends from the start. 

The sun was starting to set again. You had an eventful last day, Sam and Tony took some kids flying, you organized sports games where kids could partner with their favorites, group activities, photo opportunities and a big picnic at the end. 

Once everything is clean, you get ready to go. You were the last one off the jet yesterday and today you are the last one on. Bucky is waiting for you by the ramp as you say goodbye to Nina one last time. 

“You can visit whenever you want!” You insist,

“I’ll take you up on that, please don’t forget about me! I expect constant texts and updates with Mr. Muscles over there” She gestures to Bucky. You force out a laugh, she knows something is bothering you and exactly what it is, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he is okay. I’ll talk with him, he is just hurt right now. He will get over this and everything. I promise.” 

Nina pulls you into a hug, “Thank you, I love you.” you whisper into here ear. 

“Come on, we are loosing daylight here!” Tony screams from the jet. 

Pushing her away, you smile and run to Bucky. Taking his hand as you walk into the jet. The two of you sit together, you instantly rest your head on his shoulder. Thinking that this is right. This is how it should be. You might actually deserve to have this happiness back. 

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Either 1 or 21, pairing of choice 👌 😎

A fanfic for Arrow (2012) and The Flash (2014)

Rating: R-18

Pairing: Olivarry

That would be 1. A/B/O and 21. daddy kink. You said and right? Yes, of course you did.Sorry but this turned angsty because apparently that’s what I do. Smangst for all my besties!

"Ollie…"

Barry knew Oliver had enteredthe apartment by the sudden spike of alphain the air. The scent of Oliver was quickly followed by the smell ofarousal, which told Barry he was definitely far enough in to bestinking up the whole apartment.

Well, Oliver wouldn't becalling it stinking,but Barry was rather done with the frequency of these heats. He'dbeen just fine on suppressants before, having a watered down heatevery few months thanks to good medication, but no matter what theytried, his increased metabolism wouldn't allow that anymore. Caitlinhad tried creating incredibly strong doses of suppressants, but theonly effect they had was Barry's body reacting like he was pregnantfor a few hours, making Oliver go crazy from his smell and puttinghim bent over a toilet to retch up whatever he ate.

But when they stopped tryingentirely… it was so much worse. Barry had to go through a heatevery month and even if the heats were short - usually two days -they were intense and refused to be planned on weekends.

Barry hated it, even if Oliverwas always there to take good care of him.

This time as well; Oliver wasin the bedroom and already out of his jacket and tossing his tie overthe back of a chair while only just coming in. And it was necessarytoo, because Barry was hot, bothered and writhing on the sheets,sweating profusely and drooling now Oliver's scent was in his nose.

"Ollie, please, Ollie Ineed you-"

"I'm here, Barry."

Oliver still had his shirt andunderwear on but he came to soothe Barry first, crouching over him onthe bed to press their lips together. Barry arched against him,fingers clumsily struggling with the buttons on Oliver's shirtbecause he craved skin on skin almost as much as he was cravingOliver's knot.

"Daddy," he breathedagainst Oliver's lips, and he watched Oliver's eyes darken inarousal.

"You smell delicious."Oliver's face pressed into the crook of Barry's neck and he inhaleddeeply, scenting Barry as if the room wasn't already suffused withhis pheromones. He nipped the skin sharply, mostly to distract Barryand give himself the chance to get rid of his shirt and underwearbefore Barry would rip them off him. Barry had very little patiencein moments like these, even if he knew he would get a lecture onruining Oliver's shirts on a monthly basis if he did it again.

Barry didn't care.

He just wanted Oliver's skinflush against his own.

When it finally came, hewrapped his arms around Oliver's shoulders to press them as close toeach other as physically possible, moaning in relief. He was too hot,too flustered, and Oliver's skin was cooling his feverish sweat.

"Barry, baby,"Oliver moaned against Barry's neck, and Barry arched his neck to givehim more space, whimpering for him to bite down. "I'm gonnabreed you this time. I'm gonna pump you so full of my seed thatthere's no way you won't make me a daddy this time."

Barry rutted up againstOliver's hip and the growled, heated words were enough to bring himover the edge the first time. He'd been waiting for Oliver to comehome too long, and he was a whimpering whining mess as his bodywrithed in Oliver's hold. "Daddy- daddy, oh god, alpha,daddy-"

Oliver kissed him quiet withtwo sharp kisses before drawing back to sit on his knees, straddlingBarry's form on the bed and raking his eyes over his body hungrily.

Still, Barry could see thatlook in his eyes. The one he knew was in his own eyes too.

They were horny and high onhormones but they were also incredibly, horrible sad, because Olivercould promise he would breed Barry all he wanted, but he was going tofail every time.

No, Barry was going to failhim every time.

With the Speed Force in him,no pregnancy lasted longer than 2 months before his body flushed itall out.

"Daddy," he begged,desperate to have that thought fucked out of him, to have that lookfucked off their faces. It was animalistic and crude but it was theonly thing they could do.

Oliver moved like water,elegant and unrestrained. He had himself perched between Barry's legsand Barry's thighs hitched up in a single breath, his hard cockpressing at Barry's slick hole. The squelch of slick being pressedout while Oliver pushed in was obscene, and it only served to drivethem both on.

"Daddy," Barrybegged again, fingers scratching at Oliver's chest for contact, topull him closer to him and feel the touch of his skin more,closer harder-

He arched at being filled, hisbegging turning wordless into needy moans and whimpers. Oliver fuckedhim hard and fast, as eager to take the edge off as Barry had been,and the worst part was where he pulled back until only the head ofhis cock was in when his first orgasm washed over him.

Barry whined petulantly,slapping his palms against Oliver's chest. "No, daddy, no! Knotme, dammit, I need your knot!"

Oliver was panting andgrinning, shaking his head while he drew back and let Barry's legsback down on the bed. "Not yet, Barry. You'll get my knot nexttime."

"Now,"Barry demanded, and Oliver laughed, his voice husky and more arousingthan was fair. Oliver scooted back and leaned over to take Barry'scock in his mouth, and when he hollowed his cheeks with suction heeasily drew Barry over the edge for the second time, Barry's fingerstugging helplessly on his hair while he cried out.

Oliver let Barry's cock slipfrom his mouth, but he proceeded to lick and nuzzle at his crotch alittle longer. "I need you lax and sated for my knot, Barry,"he husked, and Barry moaned weakly at the vibration of Oliver'sthroat against his thigh. "When you're all soft and warmed upfor me, I'll pump you full of my seed. This time it'll catch, I knowit. This time I'll have you full and round with a baby."

Barry whined at the lie.

It was such a cruel lie,because they wanted so bad.

It was not fair. They wantedit so bad and Barry could never give Oliver that one precious giftthat he should provide as his omega.

"Together," Olivercorrected, knowing exactly what Barry was thinking after all thosetimes.

Barry whimpered, reaching outfor Oliver. Oliver leaned down to gently put his weight down overBarry, giving him the contact and the comfort he was craving. Heknew, but it didn't ease Barry's mind at all. Oliver could say itwasn't his fault all he wanted, but it really, truly was. Oliverwould knock him up successfully more often than not, but it wasalways Barry's body rejecting the foetus after it only barely got tosettle in.

"Daddy, give me yourknot," Barry whimpered softly.

He wasn't half as needyanymore, but he still neededit. With Oliver's body pressing down on him, heavy and solid, hecraved nothing more than the comfort of his cock buried and knotteddeep inside of him, locking him together and giving him that flimsyhope that maybe, just maybe, this time he would manage to staypregnant.

Oliver kissed him deeply, hiselbows supporting his weight on the bed but his hands framing Barry'sface lovingly. The kiss was promises and love and it made Barry wantto cry, but he would resist. He would resist as long as he was in hisright mind - until the heat caught back up with him and turn him intoa begging, blubbering mess like it tended to. For now he couldpretend to be strong as Oliver and not cry for what they were goingto lose.

"Please, daddy," hebegged, allowing Oliver to muffle his words.

"I got you, baby boy,"Oliver soothed, pressing a last kiss to his lips before rolling offhim and rearranging them on the bed. He rolled Barry onto hisstomach, propping his hips up with a high pillow they had for exactlythis purpose, and then settled over him from the back.

Oliver pressed his fingersinside first, pumping them deeply as if Barry needed any preparation.As if he hadn't already taken Barry and Barry's hole wasn't wide andslick with need from his heat. He would always do that beforeknotting Barry, and it made Barry whimper against the sheets in bothdesire and anxietyover what the result would be this time.

"You ready for me,Barry?" Oliver pressed his chest down against Barry's back andBarry pushed up against him, revelling in the contact.

"Yes, daddy please. Knotme, stop teasing me…"

A warm chuckle against Barry'sear was his last moment to prepare before Oliver slid his cock in,this time angling his hips to push in completely until his knotpassed the ring of muscles ready to clamp down on him. Barry moaneddeeply, wriggling back further in anticipation.

"Moan for me,"Oliver ordered softly, teeth grazing Barry's neck.

"Fuck- daddy, yes-"

Cursing earned him the firstsharp thrust, exactly how he wanted it, and Barry braced himself onthe bed to let Oliver take over and pound him into the mattress. Itdidn't take long for his alpha to pick up the pace and do exactlythat, the tight heat around his knot always setting him off in ahungry rut. His teeth were nipping at Barry's neck now, leaving angryred marks that would disappear all too soon, and his hands clenchedtight on Barry's hips.

"You're so gorgeous,taking my cock so easily," he growled against Barry's neck."You'll look even better with your belly full and round."

Barry sobbed, hips buckingback against Oliver's thrusts, his moans begging for more.

"You'll give me suchpretty children," Oliver promised. "I will take you timeand time again until you beg for mercy and then I'll take care ofyou- I'll take care of you and the babies you give me, and you'll beso pretty-"

Barry knew Oliver was cryingnow, he could feel the hot tears on his shoulder.

Barry knew that's why heturned Barry on his stomach. He'd say it was because it was easier tocuddle up and wait for the knot to go down afterwards, but it wasreally just because they wouldn't see each other cry.

Barry sobbedand moaned and bucked and Oliver pressed down on him hard, fuckinghim without mercy until he snarled in his release, his knot suddenlyinflating and locking them together as seed gushed inside of Barry.

Barry thrashed under him,screaming in pleasure and pain and need,and Oliver was already hushing him with kisses on the red bite markson his neck, already soothing his tears with soft promises and sweetnothings, and Barry came hard over the pillow under his hips.

"D-daddy," hewhimpered, his whole body shaking with the intensity after hisorgasm, oversensitive for where Oliver was locked inside him andfilling him with wave after wave of his seed.

"You did so well, Barry,"Oliver kissed, licked, breathed over his neck, inhaling his scentwith a sweet and pleased moan. "You're so beautiful. You're sogood."

"Ollie…"

Oliver rolled them to theirside together, pushing the pillow away to let Barry be comfortable onthe mattress while he kept kissing and scenting his neck.

"This time it'll work,"Oliver lied, and Barry sniffled in an agreement he didn't feel.

"This time you'll be areal daddy," Barry lied in return, voice watery.

Oliver held him tight, andBarry wrapped his arms over Oliver's on his chest.

Barry would have anothermiscarriage in a month or less, just like every time.

[keep-me-inmind-kaspbrak]

You Take My Breath Away~ Reddie Fic

Summary: When DJ job opens at the local roller rink Richie takes it not knowing he would meet the possible love of his life.

AO3: {READ}

Chapters: [Chapter 1]

Notes: Beta read by @cestleprobleme Thank you all for the wonderful support!  It has really motivated me to write faster, I hope you all enjoy this chapter! <3 Also if you’d like to be added to the tag list feel free to send an ask! 

Chapter 2

WC: 4,021

It didn’t take long for Richie to hear back from the roller rink. The few days leading up to the call he would constantly fidget, bounce his leg up and down, tap his fingers on his desk, and constantly check his phone to see if he had by chance missed a call. As soon as he heard his phone ring loudly, “It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you...” Richie nearly sprang out of bed, juggling his phone frantically as he tried to answer it. As soon as he managed to swipe to answer the incoming call he calmly answered, “Hello?”

It was Ben who had called, “Hey Richie! So you got the job and boss wants you to come in to train with me starting Friday. Does that work for you?”

“Haystack! Fuck yeah that works for me! What time do I need to come in? Do I have to wear anything special? Because I swear to fuck if I have to wear a uniform I’m gonna shit.” Richie answered with his mouth running a mile a minute, par usual.

“Shit, slow down, man! No, you don’t have to wear a uniform. Does three in the afternoon work for you?” Ben asked laughing slightly at Richie’s excitement.

“Thank fucking god, I’ll be there at three on Friday!” Richie said with a smile plastered on his face. He hung up the phone and started pumping his fists while shouting out in excitement. He pranced over to his record player and placed a record on his turn table, setting the needle gently down, allowing the silent room to be filled with the sweet music of one of his favorite bands: AC/DC. The bands song T.N.T began to thunder through the room as Richie closed his eyes and flopped on his rackety dorm bed while belting out the lyrics to the song and air playing the drums and guitar at the same time, which you might think is impossible, but Richard Tozier was here to prove you wrong.

He had never been excited about a job, like ever. He fucking hated having to work because of his past experiences working in fast food and at his hometown’s local gas station. He had been fired from both those jobs within a couple months. It wasn’t because he didn’t do the work, it was for his foul mouth. He was well known for having no filter on his colorful language and that came with some consequences all too often.

After the song had finished Richie decided to whip out his phone and shoot a text to Bev.

Richie: Ya boi got the job B)

Bev: I fucking told you that you would get it!!!!

Richie: Well who wouldn’t hire this fine piece of ass!?

Bev: Whatever you say Rich, when do you start?

Richie: Friday, haystack is going to train me

Bev: Awesome! Well I gotta go work on the costumes for the play, I’ll talk to ya later! <3

Richie tossed his phone on his bed as he stood up and walked over to his closet. He grabbed his black worn-down leather jacket that once belonged to his father years ago. He decided it was time for a celebratory smoke in honor of his recent victory in scoring the job. He grabbed his pack of smokes and his lighter and headed out to his usual smoking spot. As he made his way down the softly lit walkways of campus, his mind began to wander back to that boy he saw at the roller rink, Eddie. He had never seen the boy before, not in a single class, not in the cafeteria, or even wandering the campus streets.

           Richie made it to his usual spot; a quiet cut off area behind one of the empty academic buildings, and began to light his cigarette, taking a rather long drag and allowing the smoke to fill his lungs. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back slowly exhaling the bitter smoke. Thoughts of seeing Eddie again began to flood Richie’s head and his nerves kicked in. He had never felt this way about another person ever in his life, and he’s been with plenty of boys and girls. Taking another drag from his cigarette, he knew he wanted to impress Eddie and he would do anything possible to sway the petite boy his direction. Exhaling the rest of the smoke, he dropped the butt of his cigarette and stomped it out. Pushing his hands in his pockets he hoped the week would pass quickly so he could begin working at the roller rink, and maybe, start getting a few more glimpses of Eddie.

~

          ��Much to Richie’s surprise, the week did not pass as quickly as he hoped. It was filled with quizzes, homework, and even a goddamn paper. As much as Richie came off as the class clown and or as the “village idiot,” grades were really important to him. It was how he was able to go to college; he was on an almost full-ride scholarship to the small university on the coast of Maine. As the week went on he was grateful when Friday rolled around, and he was fidgeting all day waiting for three o’clock to finally come. His last class was at two, which gave him little time to run back to his room to freshen up before his first day on the job. As much as he didn’t care about how others thought he looked, he wanted to make sure he looked somewhat presentable for his first day.

As his last class finished he booked it across campus to his room to quickly change out of his worn out and faded black shirt into one of his favorite t-shirts that had Def Leppard written across the front with a faded British flag behind the distinctive font. He also quickly changed into a pair of his best black skinny jeans that weren’t ripped but clearly used, with a slight fade to them. He fixed his curly locks as best as he could, which was him just running his hands through his hair until it looked somewhat tamed. Looking at the time, he had only fifteen minutes to get to the rink and the drive would take at least ten minutes, so he grabbed his leather jacket and booked it out the dorm, practically sprinting to get to his car on the other side of campus.

He stood outside the rink, gazing at the run-down place before he made his way through the door. He was greeted with sounds of shitty pop music and the smell of pizza, candy, and that musky old smell that made him smile instantly.

“Hey there, Richie!” Ben said cheerfully, greeting him with a big smile.

“Well, hey there, Haystack, fancy meeting you here.” he replied with excitement.

“Ready?”

“Hell yeah!” Richie said placing his arm around Ben as he led Richie to the skate rental area.

The first two hours Richie spent learning how to rent out skates as well as how to properly return them. He was hoping he wouldn’t be spending most his time doing this and that he would mainly be working the DJ booth, but he understood that he should know how to do both just in case it became busy and Ben or anyone else would need the extra help. Another hour passed and Ben was showing Richie how to properly clean the skates and organize them by size after they were returned. They sat together spraying the disinfectant spray in each skate while they made small talk, asking each other about school and their majors, since Richie had really had only met Ben once or twice through hanging out with Bev.

“Hey Ben, do you know that Eddie kid?” Richie asked looking over the top of his glasses as he sprayed a pair of skates.

“Uh yeah, I’ve known him since my freshman year. Why?” Ben replied stopping his work to look at Richie.

“Just curious.” Richie said bluntly, shrugging it off like it wasn’t a big deal.

Five o’clock rolled around and Ben said that they could take a 15-minute break before he would train him at the DJ booth. Richie sighed and abruptly stood up, “Thank fuck, I don’t know if I could deal with that disinfectant smell anymore.”

Ben laughed a little, patting his back, “You’ll get used to it.”

Richie saw Ben head towards the back of the building and he was about to follow until he saw a familiar face walk in with a group of boys. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned to make his way over to the short figure before Ben grabbed him by his shoulder and dragged him to the break room.

“If you wanted me that bad, Ben, all you had to do was say something.” Richie joked winking at Ben.

He could see Ben blush in embarrassment, “Shut up, Richie. Here is where you’ll clock in and take lunch if you work a long enough shift.”

“Cool beans!” Richie replies while shooting Ben some finger guns.

“So, uh, yeah here’s your clock in number for the next time.” Ben handed a piece of paper to Richie.

“Knock, knock!” Bev interrupted sneaking her head in the break room.

“Beverly, darling!” Richie shouted in his proper English lady accent while running over to her giving her a big hug.

“Oh, well hello Richard!” Bev replied with the same accent pecking the each cheek making a loud kissy noise.

Richie and Bev began laughing before Ben coughed. “Oh Ben! How’s training this piece of shit going?” Bev asked as she made her way over to ben to place a small peck on his lips.

“Ouch, I am hurt, Marsh!” Richie gasped clutching his heart.

“I’ll just say he keeps it interesting.” Ben laughed.

“Hey, the rest of the losers are out waiting to meet the new DJ…” Bev started to say before Richie interrupted.

“Say no more! The fans ask and I shall give them what they want.” Richie said straightening his posture and making his way out of the break room.

Ben and Bev followed behind Richie, rolling their eyes and smiling as they watched Richie confidently make his way out to where the losers were standing in a circle. As Richie made his way to the circle of friends he cleared his throat, “I heard there was a group of fans waiting to meet me?”

“Guys, this is Richie.” Bev said as she and Ben made it to the group.

The group all said hello and introduced themselves. There was Bill, he was taller than Richie, with perfectly styled brown hair and a slight stutter to his speech. Then there was Stan, who was about average height and had curly hair and a sweet smile. Mike was a tall, athletic looking kind of guy who looked slightly familiar, like he had seen him play football or some other sport on campus. Finally there was Eddie, he quietly said his name and Richie couldn’t help but smile.

“Y-y-you b-better play some guh-good music.” Bill piped up.

“What’s wrong with the music?” Eddie exclaimed, crossing his arms standing in a defensive position.

“Its utter crap, that’s what wrong.” Stan said looking at Eddie.

“Well, I think it’s alright.” Eddie replied haughtily.

“Well, I think you’re wrong this time Eddie.” Stan spit fired back.

“Have no fear, record boy is here to save the day!” Richie said running up to the DJ booth to resolve the situation. He got to the computer and was disappointed to see that what the rink used was just a Spotify premium account to play their music. Shaking his head he got to work to find the perfect song to play. It didn’t take him long before he confidently selected Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham!.

The instant he started the track he could hear the entire group scream, and he looked up to see them make their way to the rink. He could see Eddie looking up at him in the DJ booth, shaking his head and smiling as he took off in his white skates after his friends. Richie watched as they all skated in circles laughing and singing at the top of their lungs. Eddie was putting on a performance clearly enjoying the song as he sang the loudest and would get low, snapping his fingers to the beat and would occasionally begin spinning in circles while shaking his hips.

~

The song came to an end, and Eddie could feel how out of breath he was. He had to admit that Richie did have some decent taste in music, especially as the next song came on and Eddie nearly screamed.   Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar on Me blared through the speakers. Eddie took off in a hot fury letting the rock music take him over completely. As he skated away he could see Richie looking down at him smiling ear to ear and singing along to the music as well, bobbing his head back and forth to the music. He felt butterflies form in his stomach, he had never seen someone so beautiful; the way Richie’s unruly curls bounced up and down as he danced to the music and the soft smile that made Eddie feel like he couldn’t breathe anymore.

Eddie could see Richie staring down at him and Eddie decided he wanted to show off a little bit. He started to move his hips in a fluid movement and ran his hands up his side and across his chest. Weaving his skates so he was skating backwards, and that way Richie could only see the back of him. He then spun around just as the song ended and right as he reached the edge of the DJ booth.

The rest of the night seemed to fly by as Richie played a wonderful array of songs that pleased everyone. The track was getting close to shutting down and Eddie was tired, he had skated the entire time he was there, which was getting close to three hours. His legs were burning pleasantly and his hair was damp with sweat. Eddie made his way to a bench to take off his skates. He wheeled up to the dinky, small bench, sat down, and proceeded to slide his skates off, massaging his feet in hopes to dull the stinging pain from skating for so long.

“Hey, we are all going to go to the diner down the street for some food, want to tag along?” Mike said sitting down next to Eddie.

“Yeah sure, let me just finish up here and I’ll meet you there!” Eddie said enthusiastically. Even though he was very health conscious, he couldn’t pass up a strawberry milkshake every now and again. Eddie put his skates in his backpack and made his way out of the rink and walked the three blocks to the diner he was meeting everyone at. Eddie was the first to arrive at the diner and asked for a booth to hold all six of the losers.

Ten minutes passed before he heard the bell above the diner’s door jingle, and the loud voices of Ben, Bev, Stan, Bill, Mike, and Richie followed after. Eddie panicked as he saw the tall dark haired Richie walk in with the rest. He didn’t think Richie would be joining them. Eddie’s chest tightened as the group made it to the table and he could see Richie sliding in to sit right next to him.

“Well, hello, confetti Eddie with a side of Spaghetti!” Richie said placing his arm behind Eddie.

Eddie tensed up as he felt Richie’s arm lace around the top of his shoulders. He could feel his heart leap into his throat and he choked out, “Don’t call me that.”

“Sure thing, Eds.” Richie replied with a smile, giving him a little wink.

Eddie could feel himself blushing; he couldn’t help but admit to himself that he thought the nicknames Richie had already given him were quite cute, and maybe made his heart flutter a little. The waitress came over to take everyone’s orders and Eddie ordered his usual strawberry milkshake with extra whipped cream. Bill and Stan ordered a plate of fries to share, Ben and Bev both ordered a chocolate milkshake, Mike got a burger and fries, and Richie got a double cheeseburger with extra fries. The group looked at him after he stated what he wanted.

           “Jesus, Ruh-Richie, get eh-enough food?” Bill asked good naturedly.

           “I’m a growing boy, Big Bill, a young man needs his protein.” Richie stated.

           “Do you know how unhealthy all that is?” Eddie said with a bit of disgust in his voice.

           “Aw, Eds, tell me something I don’t know.” Richie replied pinching Eddie’s cheek.

           “Don’t fucking touch me!” Eddie in a playful whiny voice pushing Richie softly.

           Just as Eddie pushed Richie the waitress arrived with all their food, placing each order right in front of its respective order-er, and they all began to eat their food. Richie was talking to Bill and exchanging phone numbers so they could hang out and play video games some time. The rest were making small talk, talking about their week, classes, and cracking jokes. Eddie sipped on his milkshake silently keeping to himself as the others inter mingled. He quietly observed how the addition of Richie to the group seemed to make the group seem more complete than before. He smiled a little as he glanced over at Richie to see him throwing fries back and forth laughing.

           “Why you so quiet over there?” Ben asked.

           “Huh? Me? I’m just tired that’s all.” Eddie replied leaning on the table slowly resting his head down.

           “Do you wa-want to g-go back to your d-d-...dorm?” Bill inquired.

           “Yeah, I think I am going to head back.”

           “Do you want me to walk you back?” Mike offered with his ever-kind smile.

           “No, I think I’ll be alright.” Eddie said and started to scoot out of the booth.

           “I don’t think so, Spaghetti, I’ll give you a ride.” Richie said scooting out of the booth grabbing his keys out of his pocket.

           “No, you don’t have to do that, Richie.” Eddie objected.

           “The pleasure is mine.” He bowed dramatically, allowing Eddie to walk in front of him.

           Eddie could feel his airway tighten as he made his way out of the diner, waiting for Richie to follow behind him to his car. Richie soon caught up to Eddie after saying bye to the rest of the losers, “Ready to go, Spaghetti Man?” Richie inquired as he led the way to his beat-up, used car.

           Richie opened the passenger side door for Eddie to climb in. The smell of cigarettes and leather greeted Eddie’s nostrils, and he had hoped that the smell of cigarettes was from the previous owner and not Richie. The driver’s side door opened and Richie hopped into the car.

           “What hall do you live in?” Richie asked as he started up the car.

           “Mayfair Hall on the south side of campus.” Eddie replied pulling his sweater around his hands.

           “Alrighty, Mayfair Hall it is.” Richie backed out of the diner.

           As soon as they were out on the road Eddie saw Richie reach into his pocket and pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He could feel his heart drop; Eddie hated smokers, how could someone do that to their body? Eddie watched as Richie lit the cigarette while they were at a stoplight.

           “Could you not smoke in front of me please?” Eddie pleaded.

           “You’re going to make me waste a perfect cigarette?” Richie whined.

           “I will get out of this fucking car right now if you don’t.” He threatened.

           Richie just stared at him as he took a long drag from the cigarette and blew it back out the corner of his mouth. “You better fucking not.”

           “Watch me.” Eddie said as he undid his seat belt and opened the passenger side door and slammed it shut, walking as fast as he could away from the car. He had never felt so repulsed but attracted at the same time. The way Richie held the cigarette between his fingers made it look like it was meant to be there. The way Richie stared down at him as he blew the smoke out of his mouth made his breath hitch. Eddie shook away the thought and stormed down the street. He could see Richie’s car sneak up behind him and Eddie quickened his pace.

           “Eds, what the fuck, get back in the car!” Richie shouted.

           “No!” Was all Eddie felt he needed to yell back.

           “Eddie, seriously get in the fucking car, it’s freezing out!”

           “I am not getting in the car!” Eddie stopped in his tracks turning on his heel to look defiantly at Richie.

           “Eds, please…get back in the car.” Richie pleaded, hoping the sincerity of his words reached his eyes as he implored the other boy.

           Eddie just stared back at him with crossed arms. He watched in a small amount of awe as Richie took his pack of cigarettes, held them up for Eddie to see, and chucked them out the window. Eddie watched the pack of cigarettes land on the opposite side of the road, and Eddie felt his jaw drop. He barely knew Richie and he had just thrown an almost new pack of cigarettes out of his car. For Eddie.

           “Will you get in the damn car now?” Richie asked, but there was a small, hopeful smile on his lips.

           Saying nothing, but feeling his cheeks warm slightly, Eddie gave in and climbed back into the passenger side of the car. He clicked his seatbelt in and sat there with his arms crossed, waiting for the car to start moving, but they were still stopped. Eddie looked over at Richie to see him staring at him, “Well I know not piss you off.” Richie said.

           “Pick up the damn cigarettes. I won’t have you littering on my behalf. But you BETTER throw them away.” Eddie snipped quickly, looking back out the window.

           Richie just smiled at the other boy before opening his door and leaning out to grab the discarded pack.

           As Richie got back in the car Eddie could feel his eyes peering over at him. Eddie just sat there, still silent, staring out the front window as Richie took off once again, heading towards campus. Eddie could start to feel the guilt wash over him… had he been too harsh? Did Richie think he was a total ass now? Did he just ruin everything?

           These thoughts solidified deeper and deeper in his mind as the seconds went on. Eddie looked down at his hands that were resting in his lap and began to fidget with his fingers. How could he subtly let Richie know that he still wanted talk, and maybe even see him outside of the rink? Eddie wanted to know more about this trashmouth that sent his heart fluttering every time he looked at him, he wanted to know if Richie was feeling the same thing every time their eyes met. His thoughts were stopped as Richie pulled up to his hall. Eddie looked up to be greeted with Richie looking down at him with the cutest smile Eddie had ever seen. Eddie could feel a small tug at the corner of his lips.

“Uh, thank you.” He said, a little awkwardly. “I…appreciate it.”

           “Sure thing, Spaghetti head.” Richie nodded with a small smile, looking into Eddie’s eyes.

           Eddie nodded back curtly, and began to get out of the car, before he stopped again. He reached into his bag to grab a loose pen before he turned to Richie and grabbed his hand, quickly jotting down his number. He looked up to see Richie smiling, “See you around.” Eddie replied, blushing a little.

           When Richie finally got back to his own room, he chucked the pack of cigarettes into the trash.

TAGS: @eddie-kas @welcome-assholes

[savetheblackpaladin]

Yes bby, ofc! I love the sunshine man and I can’t figure out why everybody sleeps on him well i kno why but still

NSFW below the cut  (¬‿¬)

absolutely eager to get you out of your clothes but when it comes to himself, not so much

he’ll obviously be willing to take his pants off but for a while he’ll need some encouragement to remove his shirt before sexy times. 

if you don’t say anything about it, he’ll keep it on. Even if he gets sweaty

you swoon the first time you get him out of his shirt because not only does he have some ripped af arms and he’s just just amazing to look at. he’s the perfect combination of muscle and fat and he just radiates strength

you know his headband? More often than not it’s tied around your wrists and now it’s become a trigger of sorts

you’re fine until he removes it once to fix his hair and all of a sudden the room is very hot and you can’t sit still because you’re remembering the last time Hunk tied your arms behind your back and fucked you from behind

you drag him into a secluded room the first chance you get and ride him

when he asks what that was for you tell him the embarrassing truth: his headband. He now uses this information for evil and will occasionally tease you by fingering the ends or adjusting it

you get back at him once by sneaking into his room one morning to steal it. When he wakes up he’s kinda of miffed that he can’t find it but meh, it’ll turn up. He decides to ignore it and joins everyone for breakfast and he nearly screams when he sees you casually wearing it as a hair band.

he holds his utensils with a white-knuckle grip and is uncharacteristically quiet. when he does talk, it’s with short answers. he’s too busy staring at you and you know it. Lance catches on and think’s it hilarious

“Hey Hunk, do you like Y/N’s new hairband? It looks so familiar, but I juuuuust can’t put my finger on why?”

“Please. Lance. Don’t. I’m dying.”

“Oh no, Big Guy. You’re not getting off that easily.”

“If you want lunch, Lance, you need to Shut. Up.”

he has to suffer through an entire morning of training (thanks ‘Shito’) and when lunch finally comes around he pulls you to the back of the group to let them get ahead a bit before easily hiking you on his shoulder and heading straight to his room

you two are incredibly late for afternoon training but seeing as how you are walking funny, Shiro and Allura let it slide and opt for less strenuous training

AN AMAZING KISSER

it’s easy to get lost making out for hours. nothing to handsy, just lying in bed kissing and talking or you sitting in his lap, kissing him while he runs his hands up and down your back

he’s got such nice plump lips that they feel amazing all over your body and he knows it

a breast man and will absolutely worship your breasts with his mouth, alternating between sucking on your nipples and mouthing at the soft skin, marking you

loves kissing your neck and hearing you mewl at every brush of his lips. when he gets close to your ear you can hear him ever so gently moaning in response to you

Fav position: cowgirl

has the upper arm strength to bounce you up and down

can see your face. 100% memorizes every face you make and commits what he’s doing to memory

absolutely not embarrassed to hold eye contact, in fact he loves it. 

also enjoys taking you from behind

least fav position: missionary

he’s a little concerned about squishing you but honestly, the feel of his body against yours is fantastic

will do it if you ask him, but he can’t finish in this position because his thoughts get kind or ridiculous. he keeps thinking about smothering you and unfortunately that’s a response to internalized fatphobia but you two are working on it. he’s perfect as is.

he does enjoy being closer to your face though

He’s got a sensitive palate so he’s not the biggest fan of oral. It’s just not his thing, on you or him. But he has magic fingers thank you mechanic skills

loves watching his two fingers easily slide in and out of you

his favorite thing is to keep his first two fingers in you and rub his thumb along your clit, watching your facial expressions change with each shift of his fingers

will thoroughly fuck you with two or three fingers until you’re a trembling mess around him before turning you over and letting his thick cock slam home

pretty much always has his hands on you somewhere, they never stop moving

The quietest in bed but lets out a low, drawn out moan when he comes, along with a delightfully arched back and neck

Pretty vanilla in bed honestly, except for the headband thing

Fairly low sex drive, mostly because after training, working on the ship, and cooking for everyone, he’s kind of tired at the end of the day and would rather just cuddle

obviously the best cuddler and the warmest. you feel so safe wrapped in those arms

however, sleepy morning sex is a big yes

wakes you up by gently kissing your neck and running his hands up and down your back, massaging out any kinks and sore spots

when you’re officially awake one hand snakes towards your front to gently rub and tease while you turn just enough to capture those lips

he doesn’t last long in the morning so he takes his time working you open, adjusting you until your face-forward, ass in the air with his fingers pumping in and out at a relentless pace

after you’ve cum from his fingers he’ll press in and it honestly only takes a minute before he’s pulling out and painting your cheeks with his seed 

while you’re still blissed out he’ll go get the shower running and tug you along when it’s warm. Queue morning shower make-out session

his neck is very sensitive so please kiss and lick there, thank you!

a gentle lover but will also gladly pound you with all his strength. Sometimes he’s so sweet you want to cry, other times he’s leaving you walking funny for days

it truly depends on what happened that day and/or what you want 

when it’s up to him he’d ideally finger fuck you for a good half-hour before having you sit in his lap while he casually lifts you up and down with minimal effort until he’s done. then snuggles!

LOTS OF GIGGLING DURING SEX

especially when you two are still new to each other because sex is awkward and bodies do weird things

“Did you just fart, Y/n?” 

“What? No?? I...I think it was my vagina? D-did I just...??” 

“Oh! My! God! A queef!” 

“HUNK! STOP! LAUGHING!”

shushes you with a giggle when you get too loud

“Sh-shush! You’re gonna - haha - s-stop laughing! Ok, ok, shush, someone’s gonna hear us! Shhhhhh!!!!”

[hollygopossumlovesj2]

Swept Away, Part 1

Characters: Dean Winchester (23 years old, so preseason 1), Reader. (future x reader) mentions of John, Sam and Reader’s family.

Warnings: ANGST, Dean’s self worth problems, severe injury, canon level violence. Mention of medications for pain and anxiety. Also, abuse of John Winchester’s parenting skills. This part is PG-13 but will be at least R in future parts. (Also credit to whoever made the gif, its not mine. I found it on Google.)

Summary: John sends Dean to the mountains of Agness, Oregon alone to track a possible werewolf. What he finds turns out to be a little more than he can handle. Dean is left wondering if his father set him up to fail.

A/N: So, this was written for @mamaredd123‘s Angst Appreciation Day Challenge, Shred All the Hearts. My prompt was to use the song ‘Listen to Your Heart’ by Roxette and to rip peoples hearts out. I hope I deliver on this request. I’m late as hell and I deeply apologize. This is only the first part, but there is plenty of angst here to enjoy.

I know there's something in the wake of your smile. I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yea. You've built a love but that love falls apart. Your little piece of heaven turns too dark.

 It was a sunny, warm day in Agness, Oregon, and you couldn’t get a Roxette song out of your head. You had no idea why it was stuck on replay, but it wasn’t unusual for your brain to taunt you in this way. Wisps of thin clouds that look like they've been painted on a bright blue sky float by on a cool breeze. A promise that the temperature will drop nearly thirty degrees when the sun goes down due to the proximity of the mountains. You like the feeling of freedom that the place gives you, but you could do without the dramatic drops in temperature.

 Your house sitting while your grandparents are spending the summer touring Europe. Being a junior in college, and accepting anything that would give decent pay, you are actually enjoying your alone time. Whether you are home in Seattle, Washington or at school at Washington State in Pullman, you are constantly surrounded by people.

 Out here, in your grandparent’s cabin on the bank of the Rogue River, it's peaceful. You found yourself sitting on the deck most days, typing away at the book you've been writing for a year now. But, you can't expect much else from an English major with aspirations of publishing your many adventures one day, can you?

 You don't really want for anything out here, except for maybe a Starbucks. You drive an hour out to buy a couple of weeks’ worth of groceries and that is your quota fill of socializing. If you are feeling extra adventurous, you stop at the Olive Garden on the route back home.

 Agness is a small town, filled with mostly retired couples and the occasional tourist. From your trips into the quaint downtown to get your Starbucks fix in the form of a glass bottled Frappuccino, you’d met pretty much everyone in the neighborhood.

 The residents all treat you like you are their own grandchild, dropping off meals and baked goods regularly. There is also Dr. Marjorie Foster, a divorcee who likes to pop by after crazy days at the hospital to share a bottle of wine and sarcastic banter. So, although you are technically alone, you feel rather safe and spoiled.

 Listen to your heart when he's calling for you. Listen to your heart there's nothing else you can do.

That's probably why you were drawn to the black Chevy Impala parked to the left of the small parking lot. It was parked beneath a copse of trees, like the big black beauty could ever be inconspicuous. Add that to the silver scratches all along its side and hood, plus the flat tire that was sitting on its rim, made it even harder to miss.

 Maybe it's your insatiable curiosity that makes you walk a little closer to the damaged vehicle? It does tend to get you into a lot of trouble. You'd probably never know for sure. But you won't forget your first look inside.

 The upholstery is slashed open, bits of yellow foam and tufts of heavy cotton are strewn about. But what catches your attention is the motionless heap in the back seat that you know, just by the sinking feeling in your gut, is a person who needs help.

 You won't remember how you closed the distance between you and the car so quickly. Or your train of thought when you try to open the door only to discover it locked. You wrap your over shirt over your arm and put your elbow through the window without hesitation. You'll question your strength later.

 By now Gregory, Matilda's husband (the one who makes incredible venison stew), stops pumping gas to see what all the commotion is about. You are already digging through the seat stuffing and blankets by the time he arrives behind you.

 You faintly hear him speaking to someone on the phone, reporting in a panicked yet succinct tone to emergency officials, when you finally find bloody, pale skin. Luckily, it's attached to a person who is unfortunately torn to shreds.

 “Hey!” You don't dare move him. Isn't that one of the basic rules in case of a back or neck injury? When the final blanket is pulled back you see the sharp jaw and hint of rose gold stubble. “Sir, can you hear me?” Your only response is a growled groan muffled by the seat where he has his face buried. But, at least it's something, right?

 You take a quick survey of the inside of the car, noting used bandage papers and an empty bottle of cheap whiskey. When you climb into the car and sit down, your foot kicks an old bottle of pills. Was the man suicidal? All of this blood loss, whisky and upon looking at the label you discover that it is Darvocet. That stuff had been pulled off the market for years now!

 “Hey, you with me?” He eases himself painfully slow into a sitting position, causing him to cry out hoarsely in pain. His voice already shredded like he had already done some screaming. He's panting in loud, painfully abrupt breaths through his open mouth. Everything about his boyish face is pinched with pain. Your heart squeezes with sympathy and absolute helplessness. You should've gone to med school like your dad wanted you to. Then you'd know exactly what to do.

 You note then that his front side doesn't look any better than his blood soaked back does. It also revealed how his left leg is mangled and twisted in unnatural directions. Some of the blood is dried, making his skin stick to the seat. There’s no telling how long he'd been in this car bleeding and in pain.

 “T’ll S- S’mmy, ‘m s-s’rry.” When you finally lock onto his ghost pale face, the expression there kicks you right in the stomach with a steel toed boot. His split bottom lip and chin are quivering with repressed emotion. His voice comes out shaky and raspy because he's vibrating with shivers that you know probably mean that he's in shock. He's probably been in shock for a while.

 I don't know where you're going and I don't know why, but listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye.

 This guy, because man seemed like a bit much since he couldn't be much older than you, may very well have been trying to end it all if the pain openly displayed on his face is anything to go by. Through the black, crusted blood you can tell with startling clarity the difference between the physical and emotional pain on his expressive face.

 You fight the urge to push his hair out of his eyes, which is obviously overgrown from a short haircut. It appears that way, anyway, judging by the shaggy and uneven ends. He looks like even his hair follicles hurt, caked in crusted and congealing blood, so you refrain.

 “You're gonna tell him yourself.” You answer firmly as you wrap the scratchy, stiff blanket back over his shoulders when he shivers again violently.

 Even that small movement prompts deeply hurt, wounded noises that get caught in the back of his throat, but you can tell that he's trying to hide just how much pain he’s in.

 It makes you briefly wonder how someone who should be going to college or discovering themselves learned to be that damned stoic. “Hang in there, helps on the way. Is there anyone I can call for you?” You plead, wishing that the ambulance would hurry so that there was a way to eventually rectify the abject misery on his face. He's looking at you through his pain filled gaze as he softy answers ‘no’ and it rips your heart out. You feel inept and helpless.

 Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile. The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yea. They're swept away and nothing is what it seems, the feeling of belonging to your dreams.

 “An’ m’dad, too. T-t’ll m’s-srry I c’dn’t f-finish th’ j’b.” Liquid that has been building up in his eyes soon gives way to fat tears that tracks strange patterns through the new and old blood when he can't hold them back anymore. As he confesses what he thinks are his last words through busted, numb lips, it makes an icy shiver skip down your spine. “…’ts m’ f-fault… p-people ‘r g’nna die ‘causa m-me…” Tears progress into hiccupping sobs that make him squeeze his eyes shut against what you feel he thinks of as weakness and pain.

 You look briefly for a wallet or phone, finding the latter on the floorboard. You get two seconds to feel victorious before you discover that there is a giant tooth mark in the middle, cracking the small screen into unusable pieces. “Shit.” Just what the hell had he gotten into that would cause so much damage? “What's your name?” You look for somewhere uninjured to rest a reassuring hand but can't find anywhere promising.

 “Dean W’nchester.” You'll realize later how profound it is that he gave you his real name. That it was because all of his layers and walls were stripped down to nothing.

 You know his bottomless green-hazel eyes will haunt you for the rest of your life if he doesn't make it. There was no other ending that you can bear to imagine for him. You know it sounds so naïve, but someone with this much soul can't just die such a horrific death all alone. You feel a small amount of relief when you can finally hear the sirens of the ambulance in the distance.

 “They'll be here any second.” As you say the words you're not sure who you're trying to console more.

 There's an hour drive to the nearest hospital in Gold Beach in his future. It's a small hospital that is the size of maybe two Costco warehouses shoved together. But surely, amongst their few floors of equipment and educated staff, they can fix the broken pieces?

 In the two seconds of silence you decide that you can be positive enough for the both of you.

 “Dean Winchester?” You rest your hand lightly over the one he isn't using to prop himself up. It startles you when his cold sweat covered hand grasps yours back painfully tight. The way he clings to you like you're a lifeline make tears pool in your eyes. “You're gonna make it. I promise.”

 Dean’s POV:

I wake up suddenly, claws and massive, drooling jowls snap viciously at me from behind deep, shifting shadows. It feels like the beast is sitting on my chest, making it cave in. It's putrid, hot breath on my face. My ribs barely put up a fight before they snap like twigs beneath its weight, white hot, stabbing pains through my belly.

 I try to struggle free but my arms and legs won't obey my commands for them to move. To fight back. So, all I can do is wait for him to consume me for dinner. All I hear are growls and distant shouting that are drowning out a strange, tinny beeping noise in the background. It reminds me of the sound of its claws digging into Baby’s quarter panel as it tried to peel her open and drag me back out into the dark of the mountain. Of the liquid heat of pain as it's claws raked through my skin like I was soft butter.

 But then I hear, “Dean.” It kind of sounds like Sammy before his voice changed, soft and kind, if a little static and warped. But that can't be right. I hope that it means that the past few years were a nightmare, but it's only a slight hope. Good things rarely happen to a Winchester.

 It's probably some newly created fresh hell conjured to torture and destroy me in my last seconds on earth. The thing I was hunting was a were wolf, I was sure of it. He looked normal, all wolfed out with gray, wiry hair. But when it found me… It was like his senses and strength were beyond what a normal were was capable of.

 But it's too tempting not to answer, even if it's not real, as the tinny noise gets louder and more frantic. I'd give anything to be able to talk to Sam and tell him how sorry I am. I'd kill to tell him that I would stand up to Dad more so that we don't have to move around so much. So he can go to college close by. Anything. I can be better so he wants to come back.

 The crushing weight of remembering that I'm alone nearly drowns out the relief of hearing Sam's voice. But I'm just that delirious to believe.

 “S’mmy?”

 I gag, choking on something that tastes a lot like old blood and cotton balls stuck in my throat. I finally get my arm to move so that I can remove whatever is clinging to my face. So that I can catch my breath but something heavy slams into my forehead.

 “Dean. Hey, Dean! Please stop, you're gonna hurt yourself.”

 And just like that all the fight drains out of me, envisioning a young Sammy with his stupid floppy hair and worry bright little kid eyes that are way too smart for his own good. “K, S’mmy. M’ s’rry.”

 “You're okay. Everything's gonna be okay.” I feel the softest pressure against my temple and fingers brushing through my hair before I tunnel into nothingness.

 When I wake up the second time the beeping doesn't sound so tinny. With the way my body and head aches, it actually sounds like its right in my ear. Fuck. I hope Sam got the license plate number off the damn truck that mowed me over. We were gonna sue the hell outta that bastard.

 But what if he ran over Sam or Dad?

 At that thought, my eyes shoot open and I'm moving before I even know what's weighing me down. I manage to drag my legs over the side of the bed just as a nurse comes running in.

 “Mr. Winchester, please! Stop-“

 However, I've already got the momentum going apparently and drop like a bag of damn rocks to the hard linoleum floor just as I realize my leg is encased in a large, heavy cast and incapable of holding my weight. Ugh. I didn't even want to know what kind of germs I was sitting in!

 Belatedly, like a flame starting as a tiny spark only to turn into licking blaze-like pain engulfed me for an undeterminable amount of time. Like it had fought through the pain killers just for the joy of kicking my ass. I made sure not to panic. I had been in this headspace before, and nothing could be gained by losing my shit.

 The first thing I vaguely noticed as the pained haze started to morph into a deep chasm of an entire body ache was a strange warmth crawling down my arm and thigh. Upon further investigation I discovered that I had managed to pull out both my iv catheter and my pee bag. Just fucking lovely.

 The nurse with the pretty milk chocolate skin and curves enough to make a grown man weep had a look of deep sympathy on her doe features. “Well, welcome back to the world Mr. Winchester. Let's get you cleaned up, huh?”

 I was beyond grateful that she didn't coo or fawn over me, saving what was left of my pride. However, there wasn't going to be much left for long.

 What’s more embarrassing than getting a sponge bath from a beautiful woman in a totally not sexy way? It's having those same color rich eyes look at you with pity when you tell her for the millionth time that you don't have anyone to call while reinserting a catheter. Into your dick.

 If I was hunting with Dad or Sam it would be up to me to sneak outta here and meet up at the first motel in the phone book. But that was why I was laid up in bed, wasn't it? Because Dad trusted me with a job and I'd gotten myself taken outta the game in the recon phase. Pathetic. It kinda makes a person unmotivated to move at all.

 Honestly, I can't even remember how I got my dumb ass back to the Impala. 23 years of following my Dad around and apparently I had learned nothing from him. Even my memory was shot to hell, fuzzy and useless.

 I drifted in and out as Octavia, who turned out not to be a nurse, but a third year intern, filled me in on my injuries. I lost count of how many stitches they'd done and how aggressively they'd had to treat my wounds with heavy iv antibiotics. She wasn't telling me anything I hadn't been through before, but I nodded along like I was concerned just the same.

 Which, to be honest, wasn't all that hard because the memory of how these injuries were given to me appeared in flashes of red and black.

 It wasn't too damning until she told me about my leg being broken. Which, hello! Cast! They'd been able to put a regular bone pin in my tibia, and she assured me that I'd be transitioning into a weight bearing boot in a couple of weeks.

 Then, there was my right arm. Ha! They had to reset my shoulder (but honestly the damn thing had been out of joint at least three times already. No big deal.) there was a single break in my fore arm, which alright, no big. But it was just my luck that my trigger finger and thumb had been heavily bruised and had tiny hairline fractures on both of them.

 Fuck.

 Where was I gonna go? What was I gonna do when they inevitably kicked my homeless ass out of here? I didn't have enough money for pain meds, much less heavy duty antibiotics! And I'd be damned before I called my Dad to tell him how epically I failed at the hunt. At being a human being in general.

 How was I gonna finish the hunt?

 And my trigger finger was fucked!

 Distantly I registered that stupid heart monitor beeping shrilly. God damnit, how could I have gotten myself into this mess?

 “Calm down, Mr. Winchester.” Octavia sounded infinitely patient but firm as she adjusted the drip rate on my iv bag. I instantly start to feel calmer and I couldn't drum up enough energy to be indignant, sure that I was being given a sedative. If anything, I'd embrace the big black nothing just to not have to feel.

 After a few moments I felt my heart rate slow, a cloud of comfort falling over me and making my problems a distant memory even though I knew they were right on the surface.

 “Well, sugar, you do have a visitor. Now that you're back to your handsome self, do you want me to bring her back?” Her tone of voice was warm as she regarded me with her hands on her hips. I so wanted to say something flirty, maybe flash her a grin like I'd done to win over many a witness. I just didn't have the energy.

 Sam had called it disgusting. I'd said flirting was my super power. Then Sam had said that ‘being a manwhore is not a super power.’

 Aside from that, I couldn't figure out what she meant by visitor. Was it possible that Dad or… or maybe even Sam? But he'd have to be damn psychic.

 She must've read the confusion all over my face. I could hear my father’s voice right in my ear, ‘Need to work on that poker face, son. You're gettin’ sloppy.’ Yeah, if he only knew.

 “I would make time in this busy schedule of yours. Another couple of hours in that car and you wouldn't have made it if it wasn't for Y/N.” She was somehow stern while maintaining a kind face that I was afraid to cross. At my nod of agreement, she smiled wide. “Good boy.”

 I vaguely remembered a girl climbing in Baby and helping me to sit up. Which had caused a whole hell of a lotta unnecessary pain if you asked me. But she had spoken in a soft voice and held my bloody hand. Maybe she'd even promised that I would live after I'd sat there and blubbered like an infant.

 Still, no matter how relaxed I was, I wasn't prepared for the amount of beautiful that breezed through that doorway behind Octavia. In fact, I'm pretty sure my mouth was hanging open when Octavia spoke to me again in an amused tone.

 “You just use that call button if you need anything, okay?” And then she was backing out with a smile and leaving me alone with… God, it was juvenile to think, but how could she be so striking? I was all for appreciating natural beauty, but her features stood out as exotic. Like she belonged in the wild with her long, wavy hair flowing behind her.

 “Hey, Dean Winchester. You look a little better than you did a few days ago.” Her smile was warm and a little flirty as her lips formed the words and I struggled to comprehend them for a moment.

 “A few days?” I managed to get out through my scratchy throat.

 The smile fell as she bit her bottom lip when she nodded to confirm my fear. “It's actually been a couple of weeks. They were worried you wouldn't wake up again. That maybe you'd lost too much oxygen to your brain and caused some damage.”

 Ha, now Dad could officially call me brain damaged! If he ever managed to find out about this little accident. Which he wouldn't if I had any say in the matter. It's not like he checked in very often nowadays. He was still brooding over Sam leaving and being stuck with the stupid son.

 In fact, I wouldn’t put it past him to have sent me out on my own in hopes that I would get eaten. “Sorry to disappoint, Dad.” I muttered and felt the sardonic smile curl a side of my lip upward before I realized she was still here. “Sorry.” There was nothing left for me to do but close my eyes and feel my face flush in helpless embarrassment. Because that's just what I was. Helpless and in a medicated fog. I didn't even have the energy to pretend, not enough brain power to say ‘sorry, sweetheart’ with some kind of move to make her forget she ever saw me like this.

 “Well, anyway.” I heard her steps move closer and opened my eyes to watch her swap out some dying flowers for a fresh bundle of purple like she'd been doing this all week. Maybe she had? The renewed scent of lavender filling the room and blocking out some of the hospital antiseptic was familiar. “I'm glad you're awake and getting better.”

 She then sat down on the chair that was already perched close to the side of the bed with even more familiarity than the flowers. My mind immediately jumped to the Sammy-like voice that I'd heard before. “You were in here the first time I woke up.” I didn't mean for it to sound as accusatory as it did, but I was horrified that this girl kept seeing me in a vulnerable position over and over.

 “Yes.” She didn't sound the least bit remorseful, maybe she was even a little defiant. “You were dreaming about being attacked. I felt so bad when they came in to sedate you, but you were gonna tear out your stitches.” She actually did look like she'd been worried and I couldn't figure out why she would be sitting at some strangers bedside wasting energy on worrying over them.

 “How are you allowed in here anyway? Isn't it family only or some crap like that?” I was clearly lashing out and defensive because I was uncomfortable, but that doesn't mean I could stop it.

 “Well, sorry to break it to you, but this place is smaller than Mayberry and I happen to have some connections.” She obviously meant that to be funny, but as the tone of my face didn't change, she straightened up in her seat. “I can go, if you want.” Why did she have to look so earnest and sweet, flashing puppy dog eyes so much like my little brothers? Only, they were the wrong shade of brown. “I actually used to volunteer here for a few summers. So, I kind of know everyone.” Her eyes brightened a little, “but that means I know where they stash the extra jello.”

 “Well, I guess you can stay then, sweetheart.” The meds were messing with me, but I did manage to flash her a grin. If I were a stronger person I would've turned her away, but just a little human contact couldn't hurt, right? My father already thought I was a failure, might as well go for broke.

 So, she stayed. Since I wasn't much for conversation, she mostly told me everything about herself. About college, what she was studying and summer break. (And didn't that hurt, thinking of Sam preferring to hang out with kids his own age instead of contacting me) About house sitting for her grandparents and what a ‘lovely’ little town Agness was.

 Despite being on the knifes edge of explicit pain, I found her voice calming. I dozed off a few times, much to my embarrassment, but she didn't seem to mind. She only picked up where she left off.

 When my first meal since I couldn't even remember arrived in the form of cream of wheat and beef broth, she got up to leave. She patted the top of my head softly, a move I would've found irritating if it hadn't felt so good. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

 I even let her get close enough to kiss my cheek before she left and it was a pattern she continued to follow. I let her smooth down my hopeless hospital hair because it felt so damn good to be touched. I didn’t trust that I would see her again. But, I did.

 Every few days she would replace the flowers without question and smuggle in extra Jello in her bag. I got used to her coming and was horrified that I looked forward to listening to her banter on without asking me 20 (painful) questions about my life.

 The one day she didn't show up was actually a little devastating. The only thing that rectified the whole ordeal was that she'd texted Octavia to tell me she wouldn't be in. Octavia was the one to sneak in an extra pudding that night. I appreciated it, even though she brought the sugar free kind.

 On top of being denied what I'd started to affectionately call my ‘candy striper time’, I was bombarded by financial services. They were looking for identification and insurance. Which I had neither.

 The white haired, plump representative lady had left very disappointed. And I started to feel even more antsy. They were weaning me off of the iv pain killers onto pills with less strength. I could still feel the hum of muted pain through my body, but I couldn't bring myself to say a word.

 The lady returned with another clip board later that day and I felt my face flush red as my blood pressure sky rocketed. She must've seen how irritated (anxious) I was because she explained immediately.

 “Well, I had no idea you were a cousin of Y/N’s!” She paused for a moment, watching me expectantly for a reaction. When I gave her none, which what was I supposed to say? Yeah, being cousins is great! Did I even have real cousins?

 She handed over the clipboard and pen and pointed out what I needed to fill out and where I needed to sign. Ha, like my signature actually meant anything! When I was finished with that, she flipped the page over and instructed me to fill out the form beneath it.

 “The Y/L/N’s are very influential around here in the West Oregon and Washington areas. You're very lucky to be a part of that family, young man. All of your medical services will be covered. So, you make sure you keep those recheck appointments.”

 I gave her an attempt at a smile, but I'm sure it fell flat. The best thing about it was that she didn't stick around for long.

 After she left, I passed the rest of my time going between wondering how Sammy was doin and why Y/N had really picked me as a charity case. Which, come on, it wasn't like she picked me for my swollen face and sexual prowess. There had to be a catch.

 It was somewhere around day 21 when Y/N came wheeling in with a wheel chair and an expectant look on her face. The days had been slipping by in a blur of all manner of people poking and prodding. If it weren’t for the open blinds on the window, I wouldn’t have a clue.

 “I'm springing ya, Winchester.”

 I'd spent the entire day in fear of those words. Where was I supposed to go? The impala wasn't moving without a lot of tender loving care and she was parked right in the middle of town. I couldn't just stay there and wait it out until I could move again.

 “Already?” I managed, my voice was still scratched all to hell. It made me sound like I was going through freaking puberty again. Oh well, just add that to the list of shit happens. “I haven’t even called my ride yet.”

 She smiled brightly, like seriously, how were her teeth so white? “I’m your ride.”

 And how could I argue with that? ‘No, that’s okay, my Dad’ll show up. I promise?’ Or maybe, ‘Hey, my brother isn’t too far south from here. He could totally be here in a day…’

 So, against my better judgement and all of my instincts telling me that this was ridiculous… I let her lead the way for better or for worse.

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Strategic Relationships| MYG ft JJK

OMG my first Min Yoongi story!!!! I love it so much so I hope you do too!

Genre:Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: implied sexual assault (DO NOT READ IF BOTHERED)

“He’s arriving tomorrow, so please, I beg of you, act like a proper lady.” Your mother followed you around the large house, you simply continued walked, noticing the small details of the mansion that you had memorized since you were able to walk on your own.

“I just don’t understand!” You cried, quite exasperated with the whole ordeal. “It’s 2017, Mom! Who has arranged marriages anymore?” You stopped walked and turned around to face her.

“I’ve told you so many times now. It’s not an arranged marriage, it’s a STRATEGIC marriage dear. There IS a difference. This will help better your future! You can live comfortably, you have anything your heart desires. Not to mention political power over all of Korea in a few short years.” She smiled, sickeningly sweet.

“All my heart desires to be able to be with the man I love. I don’t care about pricey jewels or expensive yachts. Not to mention political power, we all know it’s the politicians that screws us over in the end, so why would I want to become the wife of such a nauseating man.”

“You’re meeting him and that is the end of this conversation young lady.” She spat and turned on her pointed heel.

“The end of this conversation is the beginning of a revolt, a riot, and a war.” You mumbled, not to excited to the road that appeared in front of you.

To say the least, you aren’t anything like your family. Even if you are the only heir to Choi Productions. Being the largest film company in all of Southeast Asia, with the best directors included, it was common for the founding family to be practically considered royalty. Which is exactly what you felt like right now. Flashback to 1397, they want their marriage arrangements back. Well, here is a simple introduction to yourself. Why are you introducing myself to myself? Because I am your diary so shut the fuck up and write because I can’t write myself.

Okay for a SIMPLE introduction this time. Your name is Y/N and you are the grand daughter to the founder of Choi Production, or lesser known as Choi Shin-young. His name fit the bill for his legacy- powerful, true, and forever. You just don’t know if it fits yours. Besides being known as the granddaughter of Choi Shin-young, heir to Choi Productions, you are also the black sheep of the family. You’d rather wear ripped jeans and comic tees instead of lace sleeves and thin pumps. Your mother blames your father, your father blames your grandfather, and your grandfather absolutely adores you, as you often reminded him of your grandmother. Hence the reason you are the heir.

To be truthfully honest, you adored the company, you loved directing and editing, you had a knack for it. But you hated the pressure your family put behind you to do it. You remember the day when your grandfather sat you down after a family dinner and told you that he wished for you to inherit the company when his time came.

~Flashback~

“ Y/N … sit down here dear.” Your grandfather called to you from the resting room, by the time you reached the room from the kitchen, he had already lit a cigar and was lazing around on the leather sofa. You sat next to him on the floral patterned rocker, it looked so out of place in amidst of the expensive furniture, but your late grandmother refused to let go of the chair as her husband acquired his wealth, saying it was the one thing that would keep him grounded to reality instead of letting his inflated ego fly him into the sky, once she was gone. And that was exactly what it did. As your father tried to pressure him to rid the house of her presence after her passing, he refused to let go of anything that held her, including the old floral chair.

“Ne, Abeoji?” You asked.

“Now I’ve thought long and hard about this. You are now a grown woman who has more than shown me that you have the intelligence and passion that I have been looking for in an heir for this company.” He stated, setting his cigar in the ashtray on the glass table.

“Abeoji? What about my father? He always wanted to take over the company, he’s studied so hard to prove that he is capable of doing so.” You questioned, wanting to change his mind. You weren’t ready for this. You might have the passion but not the drive. You loved the manual side of the company, the directing, the design, the filming, the post-production editing. Not the endless papers and bills, countless interviews and favors. Infinite collaboration requests and resumes. The neverending portfolios and stock analysis, the ceaseless knocking on doors of famous actors and spokes models. It sounded like your worse nightmare.

“Now, Y/N , I’ve made up my mind, I don’t see the passion in your father that I see in you. If he wished to take over the company once I was gone, he would’ve peaked an interest at a much younger age. Instead he was flirting with girls and knocking down doors.” He sat up. “This is final, I’ve already had my will rewritten, I expect that you don’t disappoint me in the future, granddaughter.”

~End of Flashback~

The only thing that he didn’t tell you was that you must be married before you could accept the company. Which was perfect for you, now you just had to make sure that you never got married. But when your mother found out, she was insistent on a ‘strategic marriage’ as she liked to call it. Her whole explanation of it was bullshit that went in one ear and out the other, no processing time included.

It was obvious from the way she acted that she married into wealth, not that she was born into it. To be honest, she wouldn’t have married into the Choi family if it wasn’t for you. Your mother was just another fuck buddy, for lack of better words, to your father, until they learned that she had become pregnant, which forced your father to marry her before you were born. Luckily, they didn’t hate each other’s guts and eventually fell in love after getting married.

Your mother wanted you to be even better off than she turned out to be. As it to be married before a child was born, a preferably to a man with more money, which was hard to find in the country of South Korea. Unsurprisingly, your mother was able to find someone with a son just slightly older than you, and with more money to his name, and with an interest in you. A real keeper.

Today was the day that you had to meet the wonderful Jeon Enterprises son. Even his name exuded confidence, legitimately meaning ‘strong government’. Just his name pissed you off and you haven’t even met him yet. Your mother had woken you up early and threw open your closet, throwing out even black or even remotely dark piece of clothing you had, which was pretty much your entire wardrobe. What was left was a hot pink cocktail dress, a light pink skirt and crop top set, bright yellow culottes and a yellow top, white trousers and a floral printed plum blouse. You are just silently begging that she didn’t choose white trousers. You would never be able to keep them clean, plus you looked horrible in white. But for some reason luck didn’t seem to be on your side, that was exactly what she picked up.

“I still can’t believe all the black you have in your closet, Y/N. I thought I raised you to be a colorful young lady. Not a dark mess.” She shook her head and bent down to pick up the heels that went with the outfit. “At least in this you will look like a young lady that is worth marrying.”

“Mom!” You cried, and sat up from the bed. “You could have at least made me wear the light pink outfit instead of the white one. I hate wearing white, plus I look great in that outfit.”

“That outfit is not for a young lady who is the heir to one of the largest companies in Asia to be wearing. You look like a prostitute standing on the side of the street in that. It’s way to provocative.” Oh, did I mention your mother refuses to let you wear anything that could possibly attract another male sexually to you before you are married. Which erased half of your closet from a night out.

“Fine…” You gave up trying to fight your way out of wearing the outfit and climbed out of bed.

“I expect that you are dressed and ready with the hour because Jungkook will be arriving right around that time.” She said and turned on her heel and walked out the door, shutting it behind her. You quickly got up and brushed your hair and did your make up and put on the white pants and floral shirt, after slipping on the heels you looked at yourself in the mirror, doing a once over. Deeming yourself presentable you walked down the stairs into the foyer where your saw your mother talking with woman that seemed to be around her age and a young man wearing a plum button-up shirt, rolled up at the sleeves with white slacks. That woman planned this. You gave a glance between your own outfit and his own, as he did. Only instead of sneering like you did, he gave a sly smirk.

Once you reached the party, your mother stopped talking to the woman and turned to you. “Jungkook dear, this is my daughter, Y/N.” She gestured between the two of you. He bowed to you and you did the same back to him. “Ohhh, look at you two! You just met and your outfits are already matching!” She cooed, looking at you. Jungkook smiled sweetly at her but you could see through her smile and knew that she planned the whole thing out.

“Ahhhh! I just have to get a picture of my baby and this beautiful girl before they go out for the day.” Out for the day!?!?!  The lady who you could only assume was Jungkook’s mother at this point, rushed and pushed you together in front of the stairs and backed up. After taking out her phone she called out to Jungkook. “Awww honey, put your arm around her, don’t be so shy! Fiancés shouldn’t be that far apart.” He quickly wrapped his arm around your side, pulling you to his waist. He smiled brightly and after the first photo he looked back down at you and gave you puppy dog eyes, you only hoped they were for the camera.

After the photos were taken your parents quickly rushed you both out of the house and you saw a new Porsche sitting out in the roundabout driveway.

“Wanna go for a ride?” He gave a you a small smirk.

“Unless you wouldn’t tell my mom I snuck away, I guess I have no choice do I?”

“You’re feisty, I like it.” He commented again, opening the door for you.

“Just to those that piss me off.” You gave him a smile as you sat down in the seat.  He ran around to the other side of the car and jumped in, after he turn the ignition on, he sped off down the street.

~A Week Later~

Jungkook? He’s an okay guy. Yeah, yeah, sure, whatever you say girl. Well, it was true, he was a good guy, just no a guy you found any interest in. Thankfully, your parents weren’t forcing you to be with him all the time. Once a week at a minimum. Which was why you were going to take a chance and go to a underground concert today.

After dressing up in ripped jeans, a blue contoured top, and a red leather jacket with your ankle boots, you snuck out and walked to the side of the road where your friend picked you up.

It was a relatively quick drive to the nightclub and upon pulling up, the bodyguards already let you in the building. As soon as you walked in, a young man with bleached hair and black clothing came on stage.

“How we doing tonight, Daegu!” He yelled into the mic. The crowd obviously already knew him, but he was a new face to you. They all yelled back at him and he let a smile slip past his lips. Wow, he’s cute when he smiles. After he introduced himself, a rapper you were familiar with “#GUN” came out on stage with him. Let’s just say the new kid could definitely rap. He even got Gun on a couple of the bars.

After the concert, you walked backstage to go find Gun. Just as you turned the corner you felt a pressure on your back as arms wrapped themselves around your neck. Next to come was a sloppy kiss to your cheek which you quickly wiped off. “You really are disgusting Gunhee, how does Naehee even deal with you?” You unwrapped his arms from around your neck and twisted around. “On another note! YOU WERE FUCKING AMAZING OUT THERE! I HAVE THE COOLEST BEST FRIEND EVER!” You yelled, drawing some attention but soon everyone went back to what they were doing.

“Really? I’m surprised, it looked like you were more focused of Agust than you were on me.” He looked down at you with a playful glare. Before you could respond, Naehee bounced over to the corner that and Gunhee had managed to fit yourselves into. Once she arrived, Gunhee opened his arm and Naehee slid under it so his arm rested around her shoulders.

“Ohhhh, you’re right, she was looking at Agust the entire concert, I even heard her say he did better than you.” She giggled and wiggled her eyebrows at you. When you glared at her, she giggled again and ducked into Gun’s chest.

“Well do you want to meet him?” He offered, glancing down at Naehee who now had her face buried in his chest before looking back you expectantly.

“Really?” You gave a smirk.

“Really.” He turned to Nahee, “Give me a second babe, I’m just gonna introduce her to Agust then we can get out of here and go somewhere special.” He kissed the top of her head and unraveled himself from her, pushing your back to lead you farther back stage. When he reached the sound and graphic station, a young man dressed in all black, his bleached hair peaking out underneath his turned up hoodie. He was sipping out of a water bottle while he mindlessly scrolled through his phone. When he heard your approaching footsteps he set down his phone and gave a cautious glance upwards. He first spotted Gun then peered around his shoulder to see you.

“Man, come here and meet my friend. She totally dropped me for you tonight so you can say you have a new fan.” Gun called out and the man set down his water bottle as well and walked his way over to the both of you.

“Hey. I saw you in the crowd earlier.” The man gave a slight bow and stuck out his hand for you to shake. After reaching back and shaking his hand, Gunhee was quick to make his escape saying how well you two were getting along already.

“So you noticed me earlier?” You peaked an eyebrow in interest. He gave a small chuckle and nodded.

“It’s not every day you see a girl with a Gucci jacket walk into an underground rap joint.” He sassed back. “Though I will admit, you have a lot better taste in music than what I would expect from a woman like you.”

“I’ll take it as a compliment then.” You chuckled as well, and he motioned for you two to walk together after picking up his bag and phone.

“You’re not bringing your water with you? You look pretty dehydrated after all that jumping you did on stage.” You glanced back at the water that was still sitting on the ground, next to his previous resting place.

“Why would I need a water bottle when I have a pretty lady here that I was planning to take to drinks?” He answered back with a small twinkle in his eyes.

“And what makes you think I would even accept such a situation.” You shot back. “ You know, I am an engaged woman.” You held up your hand, showing off the rather expensive ring that Jungkook have given to you the prior week.

“An engaged woman wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like this if she didn’t have plans on rebelling.” He raised his eyebrows in response.

“You’re right? Know a local dive? I’m dying for a couple shots of soju right now.” You smiled.

“Right up the street.” He smirked and tugged out his arm for you to link yours through. You both had quickly made your way to the bar, and pushed past the drunken bodies until you had found two seats next to each other which was also within earshot of the bartender.

Conversation flowed easily and soon you were on the topic of your life. It was easy to open up to him, he genuinely acted like he was listening, plus the couple shots of hard liquor coursing through your veins at this point didn’t make you hesitate.

“You mentioned you were engaged earlier?” The mysterious twinkling in his eyes made their return.

“More like imprisoned instead of engaged.” You frowned, rather cutely in his mind.

“And what does that mean? I thought marriage was supposed to be the best thing to happen in a person’s life.” He leaned onto his hand, his elbow resting on the table separating the two of you.

“No, marriage between you and the love of your life is supposed to the best thing. Not between you and person your family is forcing you to marry solely because of money.” You drawled on, slowly swaying back and forth, feeling the effects of the alcohol start to take you over.

“You already seem like a girl with a trust fund big enough to buy Korea so what does your marriage have to do with more money?”

“It’s called STRATEGIC MARRIAGE.” You mocked your mother’s accent horribly. “When you have to be married to inherit the largest company in Southeast Asia, you apparently have to marry into more money than your own. Or so they say.” You frowned more.

“It really seems like you are against this whole marriage thing then.” He chuckled, leaning back in his chair.

“Is it that obvious.” You shot back. “Because I thought I wasn’t making myself clear enough.” Your eyes traveled down to your hands, and the light reflecting off the black diamond caught your eye. She even had to tell him my taste in jewelry, I hate this stupid ring. You tried to pull the ring off your finger, twisting it back and forth in a manner to remove it. When it didn’t budge, you buried your face into your hands. “I hate this stupid ring, I hate this stupid marriage, I hate this stupid inheritance, I hate this company, I hate that man, I hate everything that has to do with the money connected to him or I, I just hate it all.” You cried, letting all the frustration you had felt for the last 3 weeks, in front of a man you just met no less. Then something happened that threw you off.

Yoongi, as he had revealed his real name to you earlier in the night, grabbed your hand that held the large diamond ring on it. He took a wet napkin and wrapped it around your ring finger and quickly pulled the ring off, letting it fall to the table. “Then when you are with me, don’t think about it all. Don’t think about the money or the pain or the looming dates everyone else reminds you of. Think about the moments we are enjoying right now, think about the people that you adore surrounding you, and more importantly, think about me.”  He let his hands drop, holding yours between his. It was true you both just met a few hours ago, but it was easy to tell that while you both came from separate worlds, you understood each other on a different level.

And that’s what it became. Instead of sneaking out at night to go see Gunhee perform, you snuck out to see Yoongi do the same. Instead of third wheeling along with GunNae as you liked to call them. It was now the four of you heading out into the night, never much drinking involved as you later learned that Yoongi never associated himself with that kind of lifestyle. It was more late night carnivals and street food dinners on the sidewalk. But while you noticed yourself spending more time with Yoongi, it also meant more time with Jungkook.

“Babe!” You called before jumping on Yoongi’s back after he had gotten on stage. He laughing and quickly wrapped his arms around your legs to hold you up. Just then, Gun walked off stage and saw you resting your head on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“And to think that you used to come here to root me on, now you are here to support your boyfriend dissing your best friend.” He shook his head and continued chuckling at the both of you when Naehee snuck up on him and did the same thing.

“And to think that I had to deal with your two cheesy asses on a daily basis.” You shot back at him and he craned his neck to give her a kiss.

“That’s my girl.” Yoongi laughing, walking towards the cooler, throwing it open with his foot. “Okay, you may be my girl but you need to jump down unless you want your boyfriend and best friend dying of dehydration when it could’ve been prevented.” He laughed.

You quickly jumped down and he grabbed two water bottles, throwing one to Gun and opened one for himself. You wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned into the crevice between his shoulder blades, when he leaned back into your touch, you wrapped your arms tighter around him. Whispering into his shoulder blades you asked if he was ready to leave, which he answered with a silent nod. He turned around in your grip so you were no longer pressed into his back but into his side, with his arm resting against your back and his hand slid into your back pocket.

“Hey guys, we are gonna skip the encore, I have a night planned for us, so we will see you tomorrow.” Yoongi directed to GunNae. After they both said their goodbyes he guided you to the exit door, but when he opened it, he realized it was pouring out and that you both forgot your umbrellas. “I’ll go grab my car, you just stay here.” He said and removed his hand from your pocket and wriggled free of your grasp.

“It’s okay, we can just make a run for it.” You laughed, getting ready to step out of the enclosed space and into the pouring rain.

“No it’s not okay. You can’t risk catching a cold, because then they’ll know you are out when you say that you are with HIM. I can risk catching a cold but you can’t.” He kissed the top of your head, signaling that he wasn’t going to take no for an answer, before looking around the deserted street and running into the storm. Losing the heat that he radiated, you wrapped your arms around yourself and leaned against the wall. Just as you had situated yourself between the corner of two walls, a rougher looking man walked up to you. You backed up as far as you could into the wall as he kept pushing you farther into it.

He ran a stubby finger down your cheek and roughly grabbed your chin, pulling it to him. “Pretty little aristocrats..” So he recognized you. “Such as yourself are supposed to stay across the other side of the highway. We don’t like shiny objects on this side of town.” He gestured to the necklace on your neck, which wasn’t that attention drawing at all. It was a small metal compass with a diamond set at each of the cardinal points. Yoongi and you had a running joke that became a strong symbol in your relationship. His nickname since before you officially started dating was “Diamond” and he always joked that everywhere he turned his diamond was there as well. “They tend to be too… distracting.” The man finished his sentence, sneering evilly, as if he knew the meaning of the necklace. Just as he was backing you up even further into the wall, Yoongi ran up to see the incident.

It was evident the man didn’t have much of a strength to back is evil presence as Yoongi easily yanked him off of you and threw him to the ground, not without landing a few punches to his jaw and a couple kicks to his abdomen.

Watching the scene, you sunk to the ground, holding you cheek where he had gripped it. After Yoongi was sure the man was down to the ground for a while, he ran and crouched down in front of you and slowly pulled your hand away to see the reddening fingerprints he left behind. “I’m so sorry. I-I-I forgot my keys and didn’t realize it until I reached the car. I-I should’ve noticed sooner, then you wouldn’t be hurt. I should’ve seen the guy hiding in the shadows. I should’ve taken you with me when you offered. I-” You cut him off, wrapping your arms around him. Shocked, he stayed still for a second before he wrapped his arms around you aswell, pulling you closer to his chest. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered into your neck, just then you felt tears soaking through your shirt and landing on your bare skin.

“Why are you crying? I’m fine Yoongi.” You asked, lifting his head and wiping the tears from off his cheeks. He just stared back at you with pitiful eyes that were begging to be hidden from the world.

“This is all my fault. What if I was a second longer? What would have happened? What if he actually hurt you?” He let the tears fall freely. “I can’t lose you. I’ve only known you for a few months, but the more I look back on them, the more I realize I haven’t smiled as much as I have since then. I realize that I’d rather wake up to see you laying next to me than wake up to an empty room. I realize that I’d rather write cheesy lyrics that couldn’t even begin to explain my feelings rather than songs that talk about the wrongs and the rights. I realize that everything I do now is because it could affect you in some way.” He shivered, the tears finally ceasing their paltry cascade down his tanned face; only leaving stains of empty river beds to grace his cheeks. “I realize that I love you Y/N, and that I can’t imagine a day where I don’t see you in some way.” He rested on his knees, limply, no longer having the energy to hold himself up.

“I realized that I love you too, Yoongi. I don’t love anyone else but you.” You pulled him back into a hug, him still lying limply in your arms. Shivering in the rain, and too tired to move, you slowly rocked him and yourself back and forth until Gunhee ran outside, probably from hearing the commotion from Yoongi knocking the man to the ground.

“Are you okay?” He rushed to your side, eyeing you over for scrapes, when his eyes landed on the red marks the man left you on your cheek. He silently pointed down to Yoongi as he was still in a state of emotional shock.

“Of course not.” You shook your head, rather upset that Gun would assume that, and gestured over the the unconscious man lying on the asphalt, stomach up. He looked over and scowled, walking over he shook the man awake and pinned him to the wall, jabbing his finger multiple times into his chest while shouting something you couldn’t hear over the sound of your own heightened heart beat along with the rain hitting the metal of cars and glass of windows. Naehee also made her way out and rushed over to you. Yoongi had finally came out of shock and stood up with the help of both you and Naehee. After Gun had given his fair round of punches to the man, he walked back over and helped you both back inside. Luckily, the small venue also acted as a recording studio that had a lounging area for when artists were working over night.

You quickly situated Yoongi on the couch, him both physically and mentally drained. Then you started rushing around looking for a first aid kit, noticing he had scraped his knees from when he fell to them, seeing if you were okay. As you started frantically searching Naehee reappeared and forced you to sit down as well.

Once you were sitting next to Yoongi, Naehee and Gun both sat on the divergent coffee table. She started to speak first. “What happened? Everything seemed perfect when you were leaving the venue.”

Speaking up, you straightened yourself out. “I was waiting for Yoongi to come back with the car and this man forced me back into the wall, he grabbed my chin was getting in my face. It was nothing too serious but it seemed like it could’ve gone farther if someone didn’t show up. Yoongi eventually came back because he forgot the keys and pulled the guy off of me.” You said, trying to explain the situation as simply as possible.

“That doesn’t explain why you were both in drenched in the rain, just sitting there.” Gun cut in, it was safe to say he wasn’t good about the whole concept of sugar coating.

“You could say we had an emotional roller coaster following that.” You reached up to your neck, attempting to rub the stiffness away. Feeling around, you didn’t feel the cold metal of the simple chain that you never took off. “My-my necklace!” You cried. Before you could start freaking out, Yoongi held up his hand which held the dangling steel piece of jewelry from it.

“I couldn’t let my diamond loser her way could I?” He gave a weak smile, “I saw it on the the ground before I kinda drained myself of feeling. I guess the bastard ripped it off with him as I pulled him away from you.” He pulled your palm under his and let the necklace fall back into it. He closed your palm and held it with both of his. “I would never let you lose it.”

“Oh my gosh, the necklace. Yoongi, oh Yoongi, this is my fault.” You buried your head into you hands, making a realization.

“Babe, no this wasn’t, it’s my fault for not being there with you.” He bent down to eye level with you.

“No, the necklace, the man referenced it like he knew the meaning behind it. Yoongi, I think he has someone watching us.” You looked up, cautiously glancing around the room.

“Don’t push conclusions like that, how could anyone possibly know the meaning behind such a necklace.

“He knew I was high society Yoongi. He knew I didn’t live anywhere near here. He knew my style. Hell, he knew that I was here with you.” You looked him directly in the eye. “I’m telling you Yoongi, he’s never been the type to do this, but I don’t doubt it, not for a second.”

Gunhee and Naehee both quickly cut in. “Who are you talking about?”

Turning to Gun you dug the black diamond engagement ring out of your pocket. “You know my family Gun, you know my inheritance, you know what I have to do to receive it.” You glared at the emerald cut ring in your hand. “But what you didn’t know is that my family has already planned it all out for me. A looming date in the inevitable future.” He gingerly picked up the pricey jewel out of your hand, and held it in his palm.

“Are they really forcing you, Y/N?” He looked up with saddened eyes.

“Did you expect any less?” You gave him an equally distraught smile.

“We won’t let it happen.” Naehee stood up. “This isn’t love, this is a monarchy that feeds on your displeasure and we won’t let the system win.” she looked down at you, coming from a similar situation herself, well off in society, but not a devastating plot line such as yours. “And we do hate letting the system win don’t we.”

“I don’t know if I can trick it this time Naehee.” You grabbed the ring back and shoved it into your pocket. “It’s a battle I don’t think I have the weapons to win.” You leaned against Yoongi who gave a sad smile, and kissed the top of your head to comfort you, knowing what was in store for the people in the room.

~ Back in Seoul~

On the phone, Jungkook was walking around his skyrise apartment. “He BEAT you to the ground?” He yelled through the phone, seething. “I had one job and you got beat by a punk rapper?”

“I-I’m sorry,sir.” A gruff voice apologized. “I won’t let it happen again.”

“Fuck a next time, I asked for a hit man and I got a dog who has alot more bark than bite. The best thing your good for is a fucking joke.” He hung up the phone and threw it at the nearest wall. Running his fingers through his hair, he glared out the ceiling-to-floor window. “And fuck you Min Yoongi, you may think you have the upper hand but I won’t let a damn person stop me from owning that old man’s business after he’s in the grave.”

This will be my last post for a couple days, because I am going to be gone on vacation. (Not like anyone will notice, I’m so inactive lol.) But this is just a heads up. Love you all my lovelies!

[writing-in-riverdale]

Protective | archie andrews

a/n: please please request ideas for short series or one shots!! i like to cater to you guys and sometimes you really do come up with some cool ideas!! love always R🌹

as the years went on you’d think bullying and slut shaming was a thing of the past, you were sadly mistaken. in fact it seemed to get worse and more and more creative as the times went on.

i obliviously walked into school head held higher than normal as i spot Betty and Veronica standing near my locker, smiling brightly i approach them a little bounce in my step as I over to them.

“hey”

i gawk smiling like an idiot, i had my very first date last night with one Reggie Mantle and you think it went rather well. we had a meal at pops and then went to the drive in to watch a movie where we stuffed our faces with junk food and spent the night cuddled up in the back of his truck with some small make out sessions before he dropped me home just before curfew.

I was still grinning, the gang wasn’t very thrilled with the idea of me going they said that he was a stupid football jock that just wanted to get into my pants and last night just proves that they were wrong - for once.

my smile fades as i glance at their concerned expression, i grab my books and close my locker as they glance from their phones to others loitering in the halls before first period before finally glancing at me.

“what?” i laugh glancing the hall to see many eyes on me, i spot Archie his expression the same as the girls.

“okay what the hell happened”

i ask breaking the silence, tapping my fingers against my books growing impatience at their lack of emotions and words.

“will someone please tell me what’s going on!”

i practically yell, Veronica glances at her phone again and i snatch it from her grasp as the red headed boy stops in front of us mumbling a small greeting.

i glance at the phone and see that the photo Reggie had taken off me last night in the drive in cuddle up to him, only he’d modified the picture and photoshopped maple syrup running down my face.

“oh my god” i say my breathe catching in my throat i click on the comments and instantly regret it the words ‘slut’ ‘ugly’ 'whore’ 'attention seeking’ came up regularly along with comments about my weight and seemed liked everything else 'what a freak’ i give Veronica back her phone and sniffle tears pricking my eyes.

I look up to see Betty and Veronica staring me down

“do it say it!! okay 'i told you so’ okay I get it”

the girls shake their heads scrambling for words to comfort me

“forget it” i whisper pushing past them

“(y/n)” i hear archie call but I ignore him keeping my head down as i rush to class, everyone laughing and sharing comments as I pass.

i round the corner and slam into a body, we bump heads and i cuss grabbing my fallen bag and glances to see Jughead concern etched on his face “I saw the picture are you okay?” i sigh sniffling.

“no” i whisper

he places his hand on my shoulder rubbing it soothingly “i didn’t even do anything juggie- Archie’s and the others are just itching to tell me that they were right- again!”

“it’s okay- we know it’s not true. people believe what they want okay you-” jughead tries to soothe me running his hands up and down my arms.

“jughead” we both look up to see the smug look of Reggie

my blood boils and I shove his chest “i can’t believe you” i spit tearing up at the sight of him.

“what’s wrong baby?” he coos placing his hand tenderly on my shoulder i shudder at his touch and rip my shoulder from his grasp “don’t touch me reggie!” i warn.

he steps forward and jughead stands in front of me protectively, he laughs clapping his hands looking to his boys standing behind him “would you look at that” he howls getting up in jughead face.

“don’t even think about it” i seethe standing in front of jughead pushes at reggies chest.

as much as i wanted to cower behind juggie i knew that Reggie wouldn’t flinch punching him and the last thing i wanted was for my best friend to get punched in the face.

“oh c'mon i wasn’t going to punch your little boyfriend” he teases winking at the both of us “he’s not my boyfriend reggie- he’s my friend and i will not let some jerk bully my friends” i shout “or me for that matter”

he bites his lip pulling me into the wall pinning me down “god your hot when your angry” he whispers huskily into my neck.

“get off!!” i yell looking desperately to jughead for help but Reggies boys were holding him hostage.

“i mean it Reggie get off” i yell everyone decides to gather to watch the show, i thrash trying to get out of his grip but it’s useless.

“oh come one little (y/n) you weren’t this shy with me last night” i squirm “your fat ass wasn’t mad when I had my tongue in your mouth” he smirks and i cringe knowing that he was right.

“MANTLE” i head a loud voice

“archie” i say breathless my eyes begging for help

“let her go now” he orders edging closer

“or what andr-” he didn’t get to finish his sentence before archie ran and shoved Reggie off me and onto the floor.

grabbing me by the waist and pulling me into his arms

“so this is your boyfriend?” he howls “Andrews and (y/l/n) nice, I mean Arch buddy you could do way better she’s not much of a 10” he chuckles the group agreeing with him

“you okay” he whispers i nod “im okay now” i smile at him

“hate to break up the love fest but she’s mine archie, her face might not be all that but boy is her body”

the group whistles as they look me up and down taking in every once of me, i felt disgusted and disappointed that I ever thought Reggie was more than a jock with a good body.

the moment didn’t last as reggie grabbed me and shoved me into jughead, that flicks a switch in archie as he punches the boy in the jaw they wrestle around punching other and i yell for them to stop jughead holding me back.

the teachers are alerted and rush over to separate the boys as soon as Archie’s pulled back i run over to him placing my hands on his cheeks examining his face.

“arch” i say sadly glancing at his bruised eye and split lip.

“Andrews, Mantle my office NOW”

//

“i can’t believe the fought over you!” Ronnie squeals helping me zip up the back of my cheerleading uniform “swoon!” she finishes skipping over to Betty.

“it wasn’t over me, reggie was being an ass and Archie was just being a good friend” i conclude pulling my hair into a half up half down look adding blue ribbon for school spirt.

“have you spoke to him since it happened?” Betty asks sitting in front of me worry filling her voice.

“no, he had detention at lunch” she nods and i feel guilty “he came to see me after school but i just wanted to be alone. ill see him tonight” i try and smile knowing that Reggie would also be at the game.

Veronica touches up my face with a little makeup before the three of us head to school for the pep rally, my mood lifts a little football games were a ritual for me. i loved cheering with B & V and watching Archie play. Often we managed to drag Jughead and Kevin to the games to watch us all tonight that was one of those nights.

we meet the squad in the change rooms and grab our poms poms getting ready to go out onto the field to get the crowd pumped

“you will speak with him before the game right?” Veronica asks me worried, i nod following the girls out onto the field “promise”

“WOOHOO GO THE BULLDOGS” we cheer running and flipping out onto the field hyping the crowd up i spot jughead in the crowd and i jog over to him when Cheryl isn’t looking

“juggie!” i yell catching his attention “have you seen arch?” as the words leave my mouth the bulldogs run through the banner Archie leading the pack with a huge black eye. i glance at him guilty, he doesn’t see me searching through the crowd of river vixen. “ill talk to you later” i tell him he smiles frustrated giving me the 'I know your not okay’ stare.

i jog over to the drinks table where Archie stand his back facing me, i approach place my hand on his shoulder causing him to spin around relief flooding his expression as he realises it’s me.

“oh thank god it thought you weren’t here and i know you love the games and I didn’t want you to not come because of reggie and-” i cut him off placing my hand on his cheek touching the purpleness around his eyes gently.

“oh arch” he’s hand shots up to touch mine “im so sorry” i tell him tearing up

“hey it’s okay-” and just like that he’s swept up onto the field with all the others “arch” i call out trying to get he’s attention.

“hey it’s okay” i feel Betty’s hand on my shoulder “we gotta get ready” i nod turning to face her following her back to the squad getting ready to perform

//

the game finished miserable as the win was taken away from us in the last 5 minutes, the bulldogs look dull as they exit the field heading to the locker rooms. i sigh and grab my bag walking after the boys i needed to speak with Archie.

“(y/n)” i hear jughead call, choosing to ignore him i walk faster hoping to catch archie before he got into the locker room

“hey!” he yells panting as he catching up to me “ignore me much?” i roll my eyes

“i need to talk with archie okay? now are walking me or not?” i stop glancing at him “fine but yes i am because i swear to god if reggie lays a finger on you” i roll my eyes pulling him behind me

“yeah yeah you’ll kill him”

i push through the crowd of half naked boys as they undress ready to hit the showers, i struggle to find the boy before i spot the familiar red mop of hair. i weave in and out of the crowd before i edge closer to him.

he mustn’t of seen me because he turned and crash into me losing his towel in the process, jughead covers my eyes as Archie scrambles to re adjust his towel “(y/n) jughead what are you doing-”

i put my finger on his lips silencing him “let me talk please” i tell him, gaining the attention of everyone in the locker room.

i realise now why Jughead thought this was a bad idea

“look im sorry about today- your eye you losing the captain spot- you shouldn’t have gotten involved Archie it wasn’t your fight! you warned me and i didn’t listen and now your in trouble with your dad and the principal and you have a busted lip and a black eye all because of that freaking jerk!” i yell tearing up feeling stupid

“I know how much football meant to you, you need it to get into college to study your music and i completely ruined it for you because of a stupid stupid idea to prove a point!”

i run my fingers through my hair a few tears falling down my face, i wipe them as quickly as they fall Archie looks defeated not knowing what to say

“(y/n)-” he steps forward but stops as loud clapping fills the locker room

“what a speech” i growl facing Reggie

“oh go fuck yourself Reggie, haven’t you ruined enough lives today!” he smirks leaning against the locker his towel hanging low off his hips.

he reaches out to brush my hair behind my ear and Archie moves in front of me but i clasp my arm around his bicep “he isn’t worth it” i spit tugging Archie toward me.

“did i tell you how good you looked in that uniform” he licks his lips “that mini skirt, it’s like your begging for someone to kiss you, you look in desperate need let me help you princess”

he attempts to walk over to me but i extend my hand to his chest playing with him

“you know reg your right, i do really need a kiss” i tell him pulling my bottom lip with my teeth and fiddling with the bottom of my skirt fluttering my lashes.

i can see Archie adjusting his towel all the boys seem to be getting rather bothered by my act, Reggie steps forward reaching out to grab my waist but i spin grabbing the back of Archie’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss, jumping up to wrap my legs around his waist.

i deepen the kiss cheers from his team mates fill the air, i break away breathless kissing him once more before Archie sets me back down.

“much better” i sigh glances at a very frustrated Reggie “oh and reg you might wanna take a cold shower for junior” i tug at his towel leaving him completely naked before peeking Archie on the lips.

“see you outside”

he blushes scratching the back of his neck as he watches me walk out with jughead, i bite my lip swinging my hips feeling confident as i wait outside the locker room

“wow” jughead exclaims pacing back and fourth as the rest of our friends spot us and walk over to us, i roll my eyes at him grabbing his jacket to stop the pacing.

“hey” i greet the girls

“Pop’s?” Betty asks

we nod “yeah of course!”

“okay well lets go im sure archie can catch up” Veronica smiles grabbing my arm

“oh ill just wait for him we’ll meet you there!” they narrow their eyes jughead refusing to make eye contact not wanting to be interrogated.

“uh i haven’t spoken to him yet so i can do it on my way over before we met yous” they share glances with each other before nodding at my story.

“okay fine, jughead are you going to escort your ladies” he rolls his eyes pushing off the wall as the girls loop their arms with his and heading toward our favourite hang out.

the boys start exiting the locker room glancing at me as i wait fiddling with my hair and avoiding all eye contact. standing up to reggie wasn’t all that and but he whole makeout session could’ve been prevented but i was feeling epic.

“(y/n)? where are the others?” i glance up at the voice smiling at the red headed boy

i suddenly feel nervous my knees wobbling and my cheeks heating up at my name coming out of his mouth.

“uh they um- they are going to pops- i um told them that we’d yanno met them there” i finishes awkwardly glancing at my feet as I scuff them.

“that is if you want to go- if not i can just walk myself-” he smiles shaking his head at me “no no i wanna come” “good” i smile and with that we set off to Pop’s silence filling the air.

we reach the diner and i stop spoting our friends in the booth next to the window, Archie notices and stops turning to face me “you okay?” i nod

“im sorry about what happened before” i blurt worried that i misread Archie’s feelings toward me. nervousness washes over me and my smile slips from my lips.

“hey hey- no don’t be- it was amazing, your amazing” he finishes grabbing my hips and tugging me toward him.

"if im not mistaking is mr Archie Andrews finally making the first move?” i hint playful playing with his shirt, he laughs playfully placing his soft lips on me and closing the small gap between our bodies.

“you know Reg was right about the whole cheerleader outfit” i raise my eyebrows “hot as hell”

i kiss him back before lacing my hands with his and pulling him into the diner walking over to our friends sliding in next to Jughead as Archie takes the seat next to me siting closer then usual he drapes his arm across the back of the booth touching my shoulder soothingly.

“okay what the hell happened in the locker room?” Veronica asks sipping her milkshake.

“oh they had a huge make out session infringed of reggie it was intense should’ve been there” jughead spills earning a smack up side the head from Archie

“dude?”

i blush covering my face and leaning into Archie, i peer through my fingers and see the two girls staring intensely at m “what!” i complain giggling.

the group fall into a fit of laughter and i smile up at Archie as he tightens his grip around my waist making me feel safe.

this is where I belong.

[thedankotaku-blog]

Denmark x Male!Soldier!Reader

Pic is Reader-Kun's uniform      

You are a captain of a squad in the Marines!

(idk anything about military so some things might be wrong)

(Denmark's p.o.v.)

How long has it been since I've seen M/n? Four, five, maybe six years? When was the last time we got a letter from him? Two, three years ago was it? I down another drink. Why hasn't he called? Written a letter? Is he even alive? He has to be. We would've gotten a visit from some soldiers who would give us his dog tags and maybe his badges and medals, say quick sorries, then tell us the day of the funeral. I down my last drink of the night before Lukas put his hand on my shoulder.

"We should go before you get too drunk." He says. I nod, not wanting to talk. I'm a bit pathetic, aren't I? I promised M/n I wouldn't do this and look at me, drinking my sorrows away. We get to the car and drive home. I fall asleep before we do get home, though. My dreams are filled with happy memories with my military boyfriend, but I usually dream of the day he left.

(Dream/Flashback)

It was Tuesday, July the 6th when M/n got a call from the military. They told him he would be leaving in a week, and to say his goodbyes and pack up. M/n was sad that he'd have to leave his Danish boyfriend, but he would get to serve his country! He would be able to fight for the people he loved! It was Wednesday, July the 7th when he told the Nordics that he was being deployed. Tino cried a little but said that he would stay with the Nordics until he left. Berwald was a little shocked but said nothing. He always understood M/n's dreams of protecting his country. Emil was sad, he had grown to consider M/n as sort of an uncle or a father figure, and now he was leaving. Lukas was also a little sad, for the same reasons as Emil. Mathias, though, was mad. How could he leave them? Yeah, Mathias knew that he wanted to protect the country he lived in since he was a kid. At first, he was a mixed of shocked and sad. Then, he realized that M/n, his boyfriend of three years, was leaving him. That night, the entire house was awake because of the fight the two lovers had. It ended with M/n saying he should just stay at his house, and he walked out the door. It was Tuesday, July the 13th when M/n left. He hugged everyone, said goodbye, and left. Mathias regretted saying that he was happy M/n was leaving. He wanted him to stay. But now, he's gone.

(Dream/Flashback over)

(Third Person p.o.v.)

Lukas looks at the sleeping Dane. He's done this ever since M/n left. It's really tiring us out. He thought. Lukas grabs his phone to call Berwald to tell him that Mathias fell asleep in the car on the way back again. Good thing Mathias wasn't drunk, just tired. The phone rang a couple of times before the Swedish man picked up.

"I'll'"

"Mathias fell asleep in the car again. I'll need your help to get him inside and in his room."

"'k'y"

"Thanks"

The very short conversation ended as Lukas pulls into the driveway. Berwald was waiting outside for the car to pull in. Once it did, he stood up and walked to Lukas's car. He opens the back door and picks up Mathias. Lukas gives Berwald a nod of appreciation and goes inside with Berwald. Tino and Emil are downstairs already. Emil rolls his eyes when he sees the Dane asleep.

"He got drunk again, didn't he?" Emil asked. Lukas shakes his head.

"He had maybe three shots before I dragged him to the car. He's just tired. We'll let him sleep. Goodnight." Lukes then goes up the stairs into his room for the night. Berwald follows, going to put Mathias into his own bed before going into his and Tino's shared room. Tino and Emil sit down on the couch. It was quiet before Tino starts to talk.

"I'm a little worried about Mathias. He's been like this ever since M/n left." Emil nods in agreement.

"He chose to do this to himself, Tino. We all miss M/n. He was like a father to Lukas and I. We want him back just as much as he does." Tino shakes his head.

"It's more than that, Emil. Remember that argument M/n and Mathias had before he left? I don't know if you saw, but I know Mathias did. M/n was crying. We didn't see him until the day he left. Even then, Mathias was acting like a child and was bitter about the whole thing. He probably feels guilty still." Tino reasons. Emil shook his head while chuckling softly.

"It's been almost seven years since we've seen him, and almost four years since we've heard from him. I don't think he feels as guilty now as he did then." Tino sighs before standing up. He turns towards Emil and walks up the stairs. Before opening the bedroom door, he mutters to himself, "God Emil, I hope your right.".

(In an Enemy base far away from the Nordics. Location-Unknown) Warning: Torture coming up! If you're not okay with blood, skip. There will be a warning before it begins and after it ends. Your Welcome!

(M/n's p.o.v.)

I sit up, chains rattling. It's been so long since I've seen Mon Amour. So long since I've touched his hella soft hair, saw his beautiful blue eyes, and kissed his soft lips. Mon Dieu, I miss Mathias. I miss all of the Nordics, actually. I miss Lukas's magic and his playing of the violin, Emil's puffin M/n had given him as a 15th birthday present, which he named Mr. Puffin, Berwald making furniture and calling Tino his wife, and Tino's homemade cooking. As I think of the Nordics, my family, I heard my cell door open. A man, which I learned years ago was Svar, steps inside. He smirks evilly and I already know what to expect from him.

"It's time for questioning, Captain M/n." The man seethed. He rips M/n from his spot on the ground and drags him to the 'questioning' room. It's more like a torture chamber to me He thought as he was dragged across the dirty ground. The man, Svar, opens the door and drags M/n to the chains which hung from the ceiling. Svar chains him up and he hangs from the ceiling, legs slightly off the ground. A few other men come into the room. They exchange some words I can't hear, and Svar leaves. The men grab some weapons and put in on a table near me. I know what's going to happen, and I prepare myself for the pain.

Warning: Torture

Sika(the men's names, which I've come to know, are Sika, Daika, and Nima) grabs me and forcefully pulls me down to his height, which makes my arms scream in pain, and starts to speak slowly.

"Okay Captain M/n, you know the rules. When we ask you a question, you answer us. If you don't, we'll retaliate. You answer sarcastically, we'll whip you. Understand?" I nod slowly, somewhat mockingly. They knew that and I feel a whip crack against my back. I yelp and swing a little from the blow. The questions begin.

"Do you know when the next attack will be?" I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes and saying something sarcastic. I shake my head and said, "No." Daika and Nima glare my way. Their way of saying I'm lying, which I'm not. Well, that's a lie. I studied attack plans, attack dates, and I knew which one of their people in this base were spies.

"Your lying!" Sika strikes a knife against my skin, making a long red line. I wince a little at the stinging sensation on my stomach. The cut wasn't deep enough to need stitching, but deep enough to leave a scar once healed.

"Who are spies on this base?" Daika asks.

"I don't know." I feel the whip crack against my back again. I yelp once more.

"Where is your base?"

"I don't know."

That's how it goes. They ask the same questions, and I get the same punishment. My body is covered in scars from these sessions I get every three to four hours a day. After an hour, which seems like forever, the questioning was over. I was taken back to my cell. Sika and Daika left while Nima stayed. This happened sometimes. He loved beating and torturing me for fun. Usually after the last questioning session. Nima smirks and the (unnecessary) torture begins.

(Slight time-skip one hour)

I slump to the ground, almost dead. Dark spots fill my vision. Is this how I'm going to die? In a dirty, unsanitary cell? I never apologized to Mat for leaving him. I'll never see him before... god please don't let me die here. I thought before I heard an explosion. The guys! I think in excitement. I hear people yell in a different language and people start evacuating. Nima looks at me and runs out the cell door. I hear a click! and I'm stuck in here. He locked the door and now I know I'll die in here. That explosion was, what I believe, was a big one. If they launch another one, this entire place will go down, and me with it. They'll never find my body. I hear footsteps run down the hall. My cell door is knocked, well, more like banged on. I let out a weak sound, but I'm sure they can hear me. My cell door is knocked down, and I see the faces of my friends I haven't seen in almost seven years.

(The Allies p.o.v. and before the explosion)

Alfred, Arthur, Ivan, and Francis gear up to save their friend. They finally have enough information to storm the place and save M/n. Francis and Arthur were survivors of the attack which took M/n away from them. Arthur, one time, went in as a spy. The idiots never even noticed. Arthur saw what they did to M/n, and it disgusted him. He knew it was war, and torture happens during war, whether he wanted it or not. "I'm so pumped, dude!" Alfred exclaimed. Arthur hits Alfred upside the head.

"You idiot! We're here to save M/n!" Arthur yelled. Francis shushed them.

"Do you want to be caught? I rather not be tortured by these guys!" Francis said softly. The two shut up. They all grabbed their guns while Alfred grabbed their grenades. He smiled brightly, knowing they finally trusted him with explosives. Arthur looked at his excited face.

"We're going to go down with that building, aren't we?" He whispered to Francis. Francis nodded and smiled at the Brit.

"Oui. We probably will."

The code word for Alfred was said and he threw a single grenade. Part of the building immediately collapsed. Alfred's smile grew a little bigger. The guys(Francis, Arthur, Ivan, and Alfred) went inside the east side of the building/base. They saw a door, and Alfred opened it out of curiosity. They walked down the stairs one by one, then went down the long hallway. Ivan spotted a man running down the hallway trying to escape but not knowing they were down there. Ivan, since he was in front, grabbed him and held a knife to his throat. The others glared at the man, knowing he'd done something to someone, like torture since he was covered in blood. Ivan glared down at the man and started to speak.

"I won't say this again, so listen closely. We're looking for our comrade, M/n. I have a little hunch that you know where he is. So, where is M/n?" The man smirked evilly. He then laughed.

"Oh? So you're friends with Captain M/n L/n? I know where he is, but he is a little, maybe, almost dead. I love leaving him clinging to life. It's music to my ears when I hear him whisper the name 'Mathias'. It's fun to know his life is in my hands... that at anytime I want... I can kill him." Francis looked at the man in disgust. So all this blood on him... is M/n's?! He thought. He shook Ivan's shoulder.

"Either kill him or let him go. You heard him. M/n's hurt. We need to hurry before it's too late." Ivan nodded and in one swift motion, slit the man's throat. They went down the hallway, banging on doors hoping to hear a sound. They got to one door, banged on it, and they almost left until Alfred stopped them.

"Guys! I heard something!" He knocked down the door and stood there in shock. The others filed into the room and were both frozen in horror and happiness.

(Third person p.o.v)

M/n saw blurs of people. Their torn clothing made him think that they were here to question him again. He looked at the men with fear filled eyes, something he didn't do often. Why was he scared? The damage three men can do to his body is horrific, but four? He was already half dead, and way too weak to fight back. Then, M/n saw guns. M/n started thrashing, trying to get away. Arthur tried calming him down saying things like, "M/n, it's us, love.", "You're safe with us.", and "Calm down, we're here now.". It didn't help, and with all of M/n's thrashing, he almost got hit by M/n. Thankfully, Alfred pulled him back.

"Woah, dude! Be careful!" Arthur nodded. Francis then got an idea.

"M/n, c'est nous. Nous sommes là pour vous emmener chez vous. Ne veux-tu plus voir Mathias? Calmez-vous, mon ami. Nous essayons seulement de vous aider." Francis spoke softly. M/n's eyes softened at the familiar language, and voice.

Francis? That means... their here! They came... after six years... but Alfred, Arthur, Ivan, and Francis are here! M/n thought. He calmed down a little bit, enough for Alfred and Ivan to break the rusty chains. M/n slumped into Arthur's arms. He lifted his head and smiled a small, sad smile and said, "Tell the Nordics I'm sorry I couldn't make it home." and passed out in Arthur's arms.

Torture over

(Time skip)

M/n was taken to a medic at the nearest base. His left leg was unfortunately infected beyond repair when they got there and had to be amputated. M/n was fitted for an auto mail leg, and his rehabilitation was complete within the span of three months. By that time, it was already July the first. The general came into M/n's 'hospital' room, with his bag.

"I've discussed the matter with officials. Congratulations Captain. You're going home." M/n teared up at his General's words. He nodded. "When is my flight, sir?" M/n asked. "In exactly three hours. Get ready, L/n." The General replied. M/n nodded and proceeded to get up to change into his now clean uniform. He was smiling broadly, knowing that in a few hours, he would see his handsome boyfriend after about seven years. A few hours later, M/n was bidding his close friends goodbye.

"Next time you come to visit, come over to our place. Mat and I want to go drinking with you again. It's not the same with just Gil and Toni." He told both Francis and M/n. M/n was a notorious member of the BTT and the Awesome Trio. They smirked and nodded. M/n got onto the plane and waved to his friends until he could barely see them. After about midnight when the government owned plane landed in the nearest city. M/n was escorted into the airport. The General stopped.

"Your flight will take off in five hours. You'll land in New York City airport in twenty-one hours." The General informed.

"Thank you, sir." M/n said, thankfully. The General saluted the H/c male. M/n saluted him back.

"It was an honor to serve with you, L/n." M/n smiled. It wasn't every day he would get a compliment from the normally cold general.

"Thank you, sir. I wish you a safe travel back to base, sir." M/n said. The General was escorted back to his plane. The H/c male decided to get some fast food. It has been a while since he's had a meal that was actually good.

(Slight time skip. Jeez this one-shot is long, dear God)

M/n pulled out his phone, which somehow survived almost seven years on an army base, and tapped Berwald's contact. It rang for a few minutes before Berwald answered.

"Y's?"

"Hey, Ber. Were you working on something?" Berwald's eyes widened at M/n's voice.

"M-M/n? Y''r 'k'y." Berwald actually stuttered. That surprised M/n.

"Yeah. My flight is in a few hours and I'll be there in like a day, and I want to surprise the others so can you keep this a secret?"

"Y''h. ''ll k''p 't ' s'cr't. G't h'm' s'f'."

"Okay. I'll you guys soon. Real soon."

The conversation was cut short by an announcement.

"Flight 207 is ready to board."

M/n's eyes widened.

"I'll see you guys way sooner than I thought. Goodbye, Ber."

"By'."

M/n hung up and grabbed his bag. He boarded the plane and after he was in his seat, he fell asleep, dreaming of seeing Mathias again.

(Time skip till landing cuz it's 2:35 in the morning and this one-shot is over 8 pages long)

M/n finally found the tall Swedish man after almost an hour of looking.

"Berwald!" M/n yelled out. Berwald saw the tall man running towards him with his arms streatched out for a hug. Berwald hugged the man.

"Why d'dn't y'' c'll 'r wr't'?" M/n shook his head.

"It's kinda hard to write or call when you're in an enemy base being tortured for information." M/n replied, jokingly. Berwald's eyes widened a little.

"W'll... l'ts g't g''ng. ' th'nk y'' m'ght w'nt t' s'' M'th''s, r'ght?" M/n's eyes lightened up at the name of his boyfriend.

"Yeah! Wait... can we stop at a ring shop? When I left... I told myself when I got back, I'd propose to Mathias. Well, I'm home." Berwald nodded.

"L'ts g'."

M/n nodded and walked away with the Swed.

(Time- Skip to about 8:00 p.m. (This is the Ring)

M/n's hands fidgited with the box, in which the beautiful ring was in.

"I-Is he still mad? What if he says no? What if he's with someone else? Oh god, what if he doesn't love me anymore?!" M/n asked, nervously. Berwald shook his head.

"T' 'nsw'r y''r qu'st''ns, M'th''s is n't m'd 't y'' 'nym'r', h' w'n't s'w n', h''s n't w'th 'ny'ne, 'nd h' st'll l'v's y''. D'n't w'rry. Y'''ll b' f'n'." Berwald answered. M/n nodded.

He won't reject me. Mathias loves me. From past letters and phone calls, he said he loved and missed me. He's still mine. M/n thought. He took a deep breath when Berwald asked if he was ready. He nodded yes and was told to stand outside for a little bit until he said so. Berwald opened the door and left if open just a smidge.

"There you are, Berwald! You were gone for so long! We were worried about you!" Tino exclaimed. M/n heard and smiled at his Finnish friend's voice.

"Where were you?" Lukas asked. Emil piped up with a 'Yeah!'. M/n smiled again.

"I w's p'ck'ng 'p s'm''n'." Berwald said.

"Well spit it out, Ber! Who'd you pick up?!" M/n teared up at the sound of his beloved Danish boyfriend.

"C'm' 'n!" Berwald said loudly so M/n could hear. M/n's smile widened even more as he pushed open the door. Everyone was in shock, except for M/n and Berwald. The first person to react was Tino. He ran towards the tall man and glomped him.

"M/n! You're home! You're finally home!" Tears flew down his face. M/n smiled and hugged Tino back.

"Who else wants a hug from the soldier?" M/n asked, jokingly. Emil then ran towards M/n, glomping him as well yelling, "Uncle M/n!". M/n hugged back the now adult Emil. Lukas was out of shock when he ran towards M/n. He gave M/n a tight hug saying, "Welcome home, father M/n." M/n noticed that the only person who hasn't hugged him was Mathias. M/n walked towards him.

Mathias's face was a mixed of happy, shock, and sadness. M/n stood right in front of him. "I'm back, Mon Amour." Mathias had tears running down his face. He pulled M/n into a gentle yet longing hug.

"You're back. You're really back." Mathias whispered.

"I'm back. And I won't be leaving you again." M/n whispered back.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

They then shared a kiss that was soft, sweet, gentle, yet powerful and intimate. Tino awwwed loudly causing the two to break apart. The two lovers began to laugh while Mathias blushed loudly and M/n had a little bit of red to his cheeks. M/n looked at Mathias lovingly. He began to speak.

"Mathias. I love you more than anyone and anything in this entire universe. You see, the reason why I hadn't called or written a letter to you for years was because I was captured. I was put through hell every single day I was there. If I was just another regular person, I probably would've wanted to die. But, you made me want to live, to fight death every single day. If I didn't have you, I probably wouldn't be here right now. Now, I know that I've been gone for about seven years and you probably won't want to but..." M/n got down on one knee and smiled when he heard gasps from behind him. He continued on what he was saying.

"Mathias. You're the only one for me and I hope I'm the only one for you. I love you and I cherish you more than my own life. I would do anything for you. So, Mathias, will you marry me?" M/n had tears running down his face. He looked at Mathias. Mathias had tears running down his face. He nodded.

"Yes, M/n. I'll marry you." He said. M/n shot up and yelled, "YES!", causing everyone to laugh. M/n picked Mathias up in a gigantic hug saying, "We're getting married! We're getting married! We're getting married!" over and over again. After a while, he stopped.

"This calls for a celebration! Olive Garden, anyone?" Tino asked, remembering M/n's favorite resturant. They all grabbed their coats after M/n changed into some casual clothing.

"I love you, hair and all." M/n said, jokingly.

"Jeg elsker dig, scars and all." Mathias said, lovingly.

The two newfound fiancees walked out the door to the car, hand in hand.

Holy shit, this is long. Over 10 pages and almost 4000 words. Took me three days to finish and almost an all nighter (thank god it's summer). I hope you guys enjoyed this long-ass one-shot. I'm thinking of changed this into just Hetalia one-shots. Tell what you think down below in the comments! Hey! 4000 words! Longest, chapter/one-shot, ever! Well... on my account anyway. BAI!!!!!!!