#goon 1: don’t be so hard on yourself buddy. you’re doing great

[morganbritton132]

There comes a time in every Robins life where they realize that crying will actually get them out of this.

[sweetpeagarbage]

Grief, Gin, & a Bad Boy (Part 1)

Sweet Pea x Reader

Warnings: Death, Depression, Slight Alchololism, Drug Use, Eventual Smut

Reader is Midge’s best friend. After she’s murdered, everyone else seems to have moved on. You still miss her and have trouble coping with it. You meet a tall gang member at party and he seems like a great distraction.

Kevin dragged you to this party and you couldn’t be more pissed about it. Your only saving grace is the cup of jungle juice in your hand. You’d already chugged three and you were feeling it. This one was just to replenish once your buzz wore off. Kevin was off with Betty somewhere and you’d slunk off to hide in the stairwell behind a couple making out.

You can’t help but think of Midge. She used to drag you to these things too with Moose. That seemed like a world away now. Where you were reserved and almost always caught with a resting bitch face, Midge was a smiley ball of sunshine. When she’d first dragged you into the playground with her in second grade you’d been determined not to like her.

Sometimes, when you missed her so much it hurt, you wish she’d never smiled at you that day.

You didn’t realize you were crying until a tear landed on your hand and then into your cup.

“Shit,” you mumbled under your breath and wiped at the tears quickly. You got up and carefully made you way past the couple and to the bathroom where you had to kick out another couple just about to go at it.

You slammed the door behind you and stared at yourself in the mirror. Your red eyes could be explained by the jay you’d smoked off of someone outside but the tear streaks you hadn’t wiped at yet we’re clear. Your shift your expression in the mirror from sadness back to blank and then put on your mask for the rest of the world.

“She’s not half as mean as she looks,” Midge would tell everyone. You can almost hear it in her voice.

With that, you leave the bathroom and run right into a hard body.

“Jesus watch where you’re-“ you begin and then look up to who you’d run into.

Fangs stares back at you, shock written on his face. You’re sure you look that way too until you wipe it off your expression. You turn to leave but he grabs you by the arm softly. You hadn’t seen him since the riots. It had all gone so fast. Midget had just died and word got out she was cheating on Moose with a Serpent. Everyone had gone on a witch hunt and of course came to you demanding a name.

You’d played dumb. Lied about Midge not telling you anything but you knew it was Fangs. You also knew he was in deep with her and wouldn’t hurt a hair on her head. Telling Reggie and his goons would just mean they’d hurt him.

It didn’t make a difference because Fangs got shot anyways. You hadn’t spoken to him since the moments before he’d gotten shot.

You yank your arm free harder than you meant to,”I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Thank you,” he said sincerely,” Just had my last check up. I’m all healed up.”

“Good,” you say, you mean it but talking to him makes you hurt remembering Midge.

“Look, after everything happened I never got a chance to properly thank you for not ratting me out.”

You exhale a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding,” Yeah, well. It’s what she would’ve wanted.”

“You could’ve just given me up but you didn’t. I won’t forget that.”

You scoff, “What difference does it make? Midge is still dead and you got shot. My silence did nothing.”

You stare at the wal behind him, flashes of blood and knives, and screaming going through your head.

“Are you okay?”

You snap your eyes back to Fangs, “Fine.”

“Are you here with anyone? I came with some of my friends if you wanna-“

“There you are!”

You turn to see Kevin coming towards you and taking you by the arm,” I’ve been looking all over. I’m about to do shots.”

Kevin looks between you and Fangs,” Sorry am I interrupting?”

“Nope,” you say quickly and shot Kevin the fakest smile,” Lead me to the shots.”

Kevin pulls you away talking your ear off and you don’t look back. People say hi to you throughout the house and you greet them back. You see several bulldogs crowded around a table with tequila shots and lime.

“Shit looks like the jocks got to them first.”

“You think I’m gonna let Bulldogs stop me,” you say and untangle from him, pushing between two football players and finding yourself across from Reggie Mantle.

He smirks when he sees you and you’re sure you scowl as your eyes narrow.

“Well, well, well Bulldogs it looks like we’ve got a new challenger. You up for it sweetheart?”

You’re suddenly very aware that they’ve created a spectacle of all this. There’s a bunch of Riverdale student cheering it on and you’ve caught yourself in the middle of it.

“What’s the rules Mantle?” You asks, refusing to be unfazed.

“That’s cute. No rules. Shots until you can’t anymore. You vs me. What do you say?”

You don’t hate Reggie. At least you didn’t used to. He was more an asshole in the periphery of your vision. Of course being friends with your best friend boyfriend meant Midge had dragged you on double dates hoping you’d click but Reggie was simple and you were not down to be his arm candy.

Then after Midge had been killed in the middle of your deepest grief he’d cornered you with a bunch of his Bulldogs and demanded you give him the name of the Serpent Midge was cheating with. You’d been crying and screaming and traumatized and his bullshit had sent you over an edge.

You hadn’t really come back since.

“You’re on,” you say and there’s something heavy in the air. Someone starts to count down and once your hear zero you slam back the first shot and then the second and then the third and the fourth and the fifth and Reggie is coughing and sputtering at that point but there’s eight shots laid out and you finish all of them. Everyone cheers around you and you don’t care as they pay you on the back. You’re staring right at Reggie and hoping he sees how much you hate him.

Kevin is the one to drag you away from it, yelling over the music about how much you just drank and asking if you’re okay.

“Fine!” you yell and then Kevin pauses and looks to someone and you follow his eyes to Moose. They both smile.

You knew they were fucking and you had no right to be mad but you were always angry nowadays and Kevin just so happened to be here.

“You two are really fucking obvious,” you say and Kevin snaps his head to you with wide eyes, “You think I wouldn’t notice?”

“Look I didn’t mean for it to happen especially after-“

You yank yourself free of him, “Don’t say her name.”

You’re not sure where you’re going but then you find yourself back in the kitchen with the Bulldogs and getting more jungle juice.

You feel him beside you before you see him. It pisses you off you’ve been around him enough times to know his cologne.

“It was kind of hot that you beat me.”

“Fuck off, Reggie,” you say without looking at him.

“Look I get that you hate me. I do. But can’t we move past it all. We had a lot of fun.”

You didn’t think you could get any angrier but you did.

“I think you think you get just how much I hate you but you don’t. And let me make it clear, I didn’t have fun when we fucked. I was drunk and you were the closest thing with a dick.”

He looks upset for just a moment before he smirks, “Well it looks like I’m the closest thing again. Wanna go for another round?”

You leaned close to him, making him think his charms had worked and then you stopped, eyes fierce,” Fucking me doesn’t count as an I’m sorry I started a panic that made Midge’s mother shoot someone and forget that the reason everything started in the first place was because your best friend died. You might not have killed Midge but you made damn sure finding her murdered became about everything else but her. Everyone forgot Midge and I blame you, you fucking idiot.”

“Everything okay here?”

You don’t look away from Reggie but you recognize Fangs’ voice. Reggie looks from you to him and you know somethings about to start.

“Fangs, how you doing buddy?”

“Fine,” he said curtly as you still stared down at Reggie, daring him to do something so you had a reason to make a scene, “Y/N are you good?”

“Why wouldn’t she be good Fogarty?”

“Because she looks like she wants to kill you.”

You snap out of it then and mumble out that you’re fine before downing more jungle juice.

“You know just because you feel bad doesn’t mean you gotta follow her around?” Reggie said and then tried to protectively put his arm around you. You shove him off much harder than you intend and send him onto the floor

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you slur out as the kitchen goes quiet, watching the scene unfold.

“Why are you so mad at me?” Reggie screamed, pulling himself up from the floor and making you jump back at his anger, “I’m not the one who was fucking Midge!”

It’s a different type of silent now at the mention of her name. Everyone knew The Black Hood went after your best friend because she was cheating on Moose with Fangs, an act deemed immoral by the serial killer. You never judged her for it, pushed her to do right by Moose because he was a good guy, but never judged her.

Reggie definitely was.

“If you want someone to be mad at, be mad at the guy that stuck his-“

Reggie doesn’t have a chance to finish because your fist is in his nose. You’re cursing at him and swinging and you can feel yourself being pulled back from him but whoever it is isn’t strong enough. You lurch out of their grip and tackle Reggie, hitting him again and again.

“Don’t you fucking put it on her,” you’re screaming, “Don’t you dare blame her!”

Before you can register it you’re being picked up around your waist and hauled off, still kicking and screaming.

“Put me down,” you yell, trying to pry the arms that carry you outside into the cool night air.

Finally, you’re set down on the porch and you whip around to see a frantic Fangs and Sweet Pea.

“Jesus you’re stronger than you look,” Sweet Pea mumbles, catching his breath.

“Look,” Fangs began gently, blocking your path back inside, “As much as I’d love to see Reggie get a black eye this isn’t you. You’re drunk and you’re angry and-“

“How about you don’t tell me what I am and move out of my way?” you growl at him, arms crossed.

“Midge wouldn’t want you to do this.”

“Midge is dead,” you replied, voice cold, “And I don’t need you to-“

You stop, eyebrows knitting together.

“What’s wrong?” Fangs asked.

You turn and throw your face over the porch as you violently throw up the contents of your stomach.

“I’m gonna go get her some water. Just don’t leave her side,” you hear Fangs say.

You hate being this girl. You didn’t used to drink this much and you certainly weren’t this angry when you did. It just made things easier.

You finally stop, catching your breath and groaning off the side of the balcony.

“Ew,” you mumble to yourself.

“You good?”

You’d forgotten Sweet Pea was still there to watch you. You had no right to be angry with him...or Fangs. So you resigned yourself to the exhaustion fighting its way into your body.

“Fine,” you throw over your shoulder, straightening up and running your hands back through your hair.

“You don’t look fine.”

You glare at him over your shoulder, faltering back a bit, still drunk, “Don’t take this the wrong way but I’m really fucking tired of people telling me that.”

Sweet Pea chuckles to himself, “You’re fun when you’re pissed.”

You go quiet, making him feel bad. Slowly, he came to stand next to you.

“For real, how’ve you been doing?”

You look to him. You hadn’t spoken to him since Fangs got shot. When Fangs and Midge had first hooked up, you’d found yourself awkwardly with him as both of your best friends made out across the room at the White Wyrm. He’d cracked a joke and made you laugh. You’d thought he was cute back then.

“I just punched Reggie Mantle in the face and threw up. How do you think I’m doing?”

“Well only one of those things sounds like it wasn’t fun,” he teased and you chuckled under your breath, “Oh look she still smiles.”

You half heartedly glare at him and he smiles down at you, all teeth and big, brown eyes and you can’t have the heart to be mad anymore. Vaguely you start to remember the time you’d danced with each other at a party. It seemed like a world away.

“Thank you,” you say hesitantly.

He shrugged, “You didn’t rat Fangs out and you really didn’t have to be there when he got shot...but you were. Makes you alright in my book.”

You scoffed, “Just alright?”

“Well you do go around punching people so I gotta wait before I give you the full okay.”

“Afraid I’ll turn on you,” you teased, the alcohol on your blood and on your breath making you confident as you stepped closer to him and his eyes darken enough for you to hold your breath.

“Promises, promises,” he drawls, and you’re fresh out of air in your lungs.

The door opens and you don’t realize just how close you’ve gotten to Sweet Pea. You take a step back as Fangs comes out with a bottle of water. He raises a brow at Sweet Pea who pretends like nothing had happened.

“I got you some water,” Fangs said and handed it to you. You quickly began to drink it down, grateful. When you’re done you look to him.

“I’m sorry,” you say sincerely, “You didn’t deserve me yelling at you.”

He looks down at his feet, “Not really sure what I deserve right now.”

You know what he means and suddenly you can see the guilt and grief that hangs over you is right above his head as well, darkening you both. All the time you’d been avoiding Fangs and he might be the only one who really, truly understood just how you felt about losing Midge. Sure, Moose was her boyfriend but you and Fangs shared the same guilt in the thing the Black Hood has judged her for. She cheated on Moose with Fangs and you watched her do it, you lied for her, you were by her side when you went to meet him. You weren’t the ones that killed her but it felt like it sometimes.

“It wasn’t your fault.” It tumbled out before you lose the nerve and then you’re reaching out to squeeze his hand. He takes it, giving you a squeeze back and a small smile.

Something bubbles in your chest and you let go more forcefully than you intended.

“Nights still young,” Sweet Pea said, breaking the tension, “y’all still down to party?”

“Fuck it,” you mumble and you’re the first one back into the house

You find yourself at the beer pong table. You slink the last shot right into the final cup in your game. Sweet Pea and you are on the winning team and just beat Cheryl and Toni. Sweet Pea hollers and pick you up, spinning you around. He’s caught up to you in how drunk you are.

He puts you down, quickly and yells over the cheers, “Don’t throw up!”

“Fuck you,” you yell and shove him at his chest playfully. He grabs your hand and holds it there, making intense eye contact with you.

“Got room for another game.”

Your moments broken up by a particularly pissed looking Reggie with a bruised nose. You snort a laugh, too drunk to be angry anymore.

“Not enough that a punched you in the face you want me to wreck you at beer pong too, Mantle?” you call out, laughing and taunting him as you down what’s in your cup.

“I could wreck you sweetheart,” Reggie says, lewdly scanning your body.

“Mantle you wanna fuck off,” Sweet Pea said calmly, arms crossed.

Reggie looks from Sweet Pea to you, his smile unnerving, “Careful, bro. She’s pretty but she might punch you in the face next.”

You recover quickly and drawl, “Oh my god you think I’m pretty.”

Moose comes to his side, pulling him away and looking at you with an apologetic look. It was the only way he ever looked at you now.

“C’mon bro that’s enough,” Moose said, tugging Reggie away.

Reggie pointed to Sweet Pea with a smirk, “She’s a real handful when she’s mad but she’s a great time.”

Luckily no ones paying attention to the drunk Bulldog this time. You know Sweet Pea hears it though because he looks from Reggie to you with a raised brow. Your jaw clenched and you start to walk away but Sweet Pea stops you. You hate that he made you feel ashamed of yourself. You hate Reggie for making you remember this drunk, angry girl is not who you are.

“Wanna get out of here?”

There’s tears pricking at the corners of your eyes and you’re suddenly very aware of how loud it is in here, back leaning against a wall.

You look up at him and wipe it all away to smirk and bat your lashes, “I want you to take me somewhere to fuck me.”

His brows shoot off his head, “Don’t fuck me to get back at Reggie.”

“I’m fucking you because you look like you want it about as much as I do,” you’re pushing it. You know that but Sweet Pea smiles and leans down until his lips are at your ear.

“If you did wanna piss Reggie off look at him right now,” he whispers in your ear, hands coming up to grab at your waist. You find Reggie over Sweet Pea’s shoulder, glaring at the two of you. You smirk at him just as Sweet Pea pulls back to look at your face, forcing your attention to him.

“Was he looking?” he asked though his eyes are on your lips, the last thing in his mind Reggie Mantle.

“Yeah,” you manage as the hulking boy in front of you puts a hand at your jaw, tilting your face up.

“Good, let’s give him a show.”

He kisses you deep, thumb brushing at your cheek and pulling you so close you gasp. In the space of your parted lips, his tongue meets yours. All thoughts other than the Serpent holding you leave your head. He’s a good kisser, a great kisser and he’s everywhere. Your back presses into the wall and you find yourself fisting your hands in his shirt, trying to pull him closer but there’s no more space for you two to close between you.

He brings a leg forward, making you part yours for him. There’s a whimper in your ears and you realize it’s you. He chuckles, dangerous and low against your mouth.

“You okay baby girl?”

You nod, eyes still closed.

“Look at me.”

You pull your gaze to his and if you couldn’t hear your heartbeat before you can now looking into his eyes, pupils blown wide and gaze heavy lidded on you. He puts his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

“When I fuck you, it’s going to be because you want me so bad you can’t take it. Not because we’re drunk and you want to piss off Reggie.”

He kisses you one last time, slow and sweet instead of with the sloppy heat of before. He finds your hand entangling with his.

When he pulls away your gaze at him is soft.

“C’mon let’s get some water,” he suggest over the music and leads you away hand in hand. You don’t even look back at Reggie as he pulls you through the crowd.

[livingmybestfakelife]

Southern Hospitality (finale)

summary: A former flame of Chadwick’s makes her way back into his life on his wedding day.

part 1  part 2 

July, 1930

"Whew!, satan is a liar, I cannot wait till the summer is over with, I'mma bout to sweat myself outta my suit" Chadwick's best man, friend since he was fifteen and head goon Barry couldn't wait until the reception, it was nine in the morning and the wedding ceremony wouldn't be starting until one, so he had a long time to wait until the party started. Chadwick smirks behind his glass of whiskey before downing the swig that left in it before saying "It'll all be over before you know it Barry, we're all ready for the sun to go down" making his buddy chuckle respond with "You just wanna see your bride" that made Chadwick grin and nod "Can you blame me? I haven't seen her in three days", "I guess I can't, if I had a woman as beautiful and lovely as YN I'd be impatient as well...you're a lucky man Chad, you hold onto that brother" "Believe me, I still can't believe I got her, and I ain't letting this slip through my fingers, I'd be the biggest fool in the world" his friend pats him on the back "Atta boy". There is a knock on the door then it opens with a frantic Freddie, Chadwick's other friend, he was stammering over his words and looked as though he would pass out at any second, he finally caught his breath after his buddies told him to calm down "The fellas, downstairs in billiard room, they brought weed and cocaine and all kinds of stuff, I think I heard one of them say that they were bringing whores too-" he was cut off by Barry shushing him and patting him on the back "Easy there Freddie boy, ain't no whores gonna be running around here...as much as I would love to see such a sight I don't think Mrs. Boseman will allow it" he says making Chadwick chuckle "Mama will chase them out while smacking them with her purse, don't worry Freddie I'll go talk to them, now you go get yourself a shot of whiskey and calm yourself" he tells his dear friend and goes to see what the fuss is about, he'll be damned if his bonehead crew ruin this day for you.

Once he made it down to the billiard room he was greeted by loud mouthed hoodlums, some semi drunk, he closed the door behind him and walked closer to the group of men who seemed to already be having a great time and the party hasn't even started yet, maybe because a big bottle of booze was already popped open and had some glasses full "Alright gentlemen calm down now, let me have your attention because I'm only going to say this once" he spoke up in a serious authoritative voice "I know you're all excited about the reception this evening, and we're gonna have our fun, but it's not going to get out of hand, you're all are going to control your liquor, no gambling, instigating fights, no weed, cocaine and especially no prostitutes I don't even wanna know who suggested that one, you will all be on your best behavior, act like you got some sense, after this is all over you can go back to being the heathens you are, but tonight you'll be god fearing angels, got that?" the room erupted into groans and the�� sucking of teeth "Good, glad we all have an understanding" he walks out and lets out a heavy sigh. He's been up since two in the morning, it was hard for him to fall back to sleep since then, this day took a good seven months of planning and costed him a pretty penny, but he would do it all again for you, anything to put a smile on your face, he wanted you to have the best of everything, seeing you be so excited about this day meant more to him than anything, your smile and laughter was what kept him going whenever he wanted to quit it all, and thinking about all of it again eased his tension a little, he already had to give his men a good talking to like they were third graders but that didn't come close to what he was really stressed about, drunken men he could deal with, but something bigger was coming his way, something way worse then coked up guests, and that was Ms. Witherspoon, Monica Witherspoon.

She was a woman who was never up to any good, she was loud, abrasive and loved to fight, men or woman could get it, she was the complete opposite of you. And he fucked her, this was a long time ago though, way before he knew you existed, she was the past and that's where he was expecting her to stay, but we can't always get what we want. When he had heard that she was coming back into town after living in Sweden for six years it felt as though his heart couldn't stop wanting to jump out of his chest, his men informed him last night that she was back in town and was looking for her old contacts, more so wondering where he was, after all he was her most valuable one. Chadwick had more resources, higher up contacts, and pulled in the most profit, especially for a man his age, even though he would be fifty in ten years, she was looking for him at the worst time, the last thing would need is her crashing the reception and ruining your night, or worst yet the ceremony, would she bust in and show her ass in the church? Knowing her she would, the thought made him want to punch a hole in the wall. He composed himself and went back upstairs to finish getting ready, but not before conducting a bit of business first, that was one of the downsides of being in this sort of business, you never have a day off, not even on your wedding day.

                                      ---Later That Evening---

“Mrs. DuBois, may I say that your grand baby looks like an absolute angel in her dress, the perfect bride", Mrs. Janice Odell, infamous social climber and new suck up to your granny, she somehow had earned an invitation to yours and Chadwick's big day, but somehow meaning that you thought she was a nice woman, you honestly didn't see what your granny seemed to see in her, and it looked as though the whole suburb was in attendance as well, so you thought you  might as well add her to the list, granny had flashed her best faux smile and agreed, that part wasn’t fake though, you were a vision, and completely took your new husbands breath away, you had changed before the reception and was dancing the night away in your lighter, shorter beige dress with a sparkly fascinator. The gigantic ballroom in the main house was filled with the best booze, food, sweets and the happiest black folks all dressed up and feeling good while doing it, at any other location it would most likely get shut down, but here at the main house  everyone was untouchable, they could be as loud and obnoxious at they liked and no one would complain about it, but that was only because the mansion sat on a huge acre of land and nearest neighbor was nearly a mile away, the house and everything else Chadwick's parents owned around looked like it's own town.

Meanwhile, all the way across the big room Chadwick and Barry were talking amongst themselves even though Barry was doing the most of the talking, his eyes was darting all across the room looking for a certain someone, Monica was dedicated to her quest to look for him, to "get what she's owed", he didn't know what he really owed her, he was never the one to not pay what he owed, so what could she have wanted, money surely wasn't the issue, and he damn sure didn't promise her anything more than that, so what was all the hoopla about? He really didn't want to know or deal with it, but he didn't have a choice, it was either entertain this woman or have her cause a scene, it was irritating him that he couldn't see her, maybe he needed to walk around some more, after all there were a lot of people here so she could easily loose herself in the crowd, as he made his way around the room hoping to find her this way, he had missed her making her way out of the ballroom and towards the nearby washrooms, where she had seen you go towards not to long before. As you were washing your hands you hear the door open and in walks a woman you haven't seen before, she was taller than you and had an intimidating aura around her but you didn't let it bother you too much, you were far from a weak woman but that didn't mean that you liked confrontation "What a beautiful wedding is it not? You're a lucky lady Mrs. Boseman, how does it feel to now be a Boseman, to be the queen of the world?" Though her tone pleasant you could still hear a bit of malice in it, you go to dry your hands and kept up a calm demeanor, she wasn't worth getting stressed over, especially at the fact that you didn't know her "Well I don't know about queen of the world, but I can say that I am proud to now be a Boseman" you respond in a soft voice, maybe if you show her that you aren't bothered by her then she'll ease up a little and the heavy tension in the bathroom would break, but that idea was quickly out of the window. She stared at you hard, you were sure that she didn't even blink, it was beginning to creep you out, what was this woman’s deal? She finally spoke up again and blinked for the first time in a while "Well, some would disagree and would call you a queen, the Boseman's run this city like it's a small country, maybe the whole state, ever since his father stepped down he's had some big shoes to fill, he wasn't as traditional as his father was though, he likes to think outside of the box, I can't say it doesn't work, I mean look at this reception, the whole thing must have costed at least two hundred grand am I right?".

As she was rambling all you could think about was getting out of there, the more she talked the more uncomfortable you became, you didn't know this woman or why she seemed to have some sort of resentment towards the Boseman's, business wise they were always fair, unless it was with someone they didn't all the way trust or if they heard about a betrayal on the other side going down, other than that they tried to go about things without much blood shed, it would raise too many suspicions and too many questions would be asked, there simply was no time for it, but now it seemed as though this woman was screwed over in some way and she came back to make her feelings known, what that was you had no idea. "Umm yes it did cost a pretty penny...ah...well it was nice talking to you Ms.?" "Oh, Witherspoon, Monica" you gave her a small smile "Ms. Witherspoon, it was nice talking to you but I should get back to the party" that's when she begins to make her way to the door and opens it for you, gesturing you to go first, and you didn't hesitate to book it, not wanting to be near her any longer. On your way down the long hallway you heard footsteps coming from behind and in front of you, you thought the ones from behind you was of course  from Monica but you didn't know who was coming from the front, until you saw who it was from turn the corner, and to your relief it was Chadwick, he was marching towards you in a haste, he had fear and anger in his eyes, just a whole mix of emotions, he gently grabbed your shoulders and turned you around "I was looking all over for you, no one knew where you were" he tells you in a slight shaky voice, his nerves were all over the place. When he saw that you weren’t in the room he got nervous, it took him a minute to think about the possibility that you could be in the restroom, and seeing Monica right behind you made him think the worst, what if she told you about who she was and what she was here for? That would surely make you have this marriage annulled and never want to see him again, but he can now see that she didn't since you were looking up at him and smiling, your hands were on his chest trying to calm him down "Chadwick I'm fine baby, I was just in the bathroom...I ah, I met your friend?" You look over at Monica who had her eyes trained on the back of his head, he shakes his head and quickly looks back at Monica then back to you, he exhales and reaches up to caress your cheek "Yes, she's a Witherspoon baby, I didn't tell you they were stopping by because-" "I get it Chadwick.....in this business you never get a day off" you cut him off, quoting what he told you on your second date when some of his goons interrupted your dinner about "a little problem". He sighs and you pat his chest "Just don't be long, we have to cut the cake soon" you give him a peck on the lips and make your way back to the ballroom. Chadwick turned around and glared at the woman he honestly had forgot existed, she was gone for quite awhile and her family, well...what was left of them anyway went into seclusion, they had no choice but to, they didn't have any connections in Sweden and learned enough of the foreign language to get by, so they kept to themselves and enjoyed the money they had, but all of that cash would soon run out, so they came back to the states, out of hiatus and back into the game, but it wasn't that simple and easy, especially with the Boseman's now being Southern royalty, if nothing else proved it then this wedding did, nearly the whole city was talking about it, mostly the colored ones, nearly all of them rich or poor came to enjoy the best booze, food and music, it was a night to remember, one that especially Chadwick wouldn't forget "On all days to choose you chose my fucking wedding day? What could you possibly want? I gave you and your kin plenty of money to last you a decade" he nearly shouted, he was slowly loosing his temper, this was suppose to be a happy occasion and here she was turning it into a memory he would dread. She glared at him and and pointed a finger at him "Don't you raise your voice at me Boseman, yeah you gave us plenty of money, but my damn brother made some bad investments and gotten us screwed, plus some men he gotten into a disagreement with ordered a hit on him so now he's paying a doctors yearly salary for protection and-" "I fail to see how any of this has to do with me? So Harry blew through nearly all of your cash, where do I come into this?" she was speechless for the first time in a long time, she really didn't know how to respond to that, he wasn't wrong, Harry being careless with money wasn't his problem, but what she really was here for wasn't to tell him about their finances.

When she heard that Chadwick was getting married it was like a switch went off in her head and made her snap, it brought back memories from years ago when he had her bent over his desk or had her legs spread open when he snuck into her room in the middle of the night while he spent the night at her and Harry’s house, it had also brought back a memory that she had successfully buried in the back of her mind. The memory of when she had taken a visit to the doctor to get an abortion that his mother had threatened her into getting, all because she was "a high class whore trying to trap her son", if there was anyone more intimidating then Chadwick himself it was his mother, the Boseman matriarch was someone you never wanted to cross or disrespect and she saw Monica getting pregnant as doing just that, she didn't trust her no matter how much her only son vouched for her or how much she was good for business, she would always be a snake in her eyes. "That's a pretty girl you married Chadwick, young, stunning, has all her teeth" Monica spoke up again "Does your mother approve?" he didn't understand where she was going with this but he humored her "Yeah, she approves, says she's the best thing to ever come into my life" that made her chuckle to herself, Mrs. Boseman approving of a woman who took all of his attention and kept her only baby boy off of her tit "I can see why, she's nice...how many kids do you plan on her popping out for you? Two, three, six?" now he was beginning to see what she was wanting to say, but he wasn't in the mood to be reminded, "Monica, just leave alright-" "You never defended me once, you took your mothers side, I was pregnant with your child and you took her side, I went to your house soaked from head to toe from the rain and you told me that there was nothing that you could do for me, that it wasn't suppose to go this far!" now she was the one that was raising her voice, he didn't even bother telling her to keep it down since he knew that would only make her raise it higher "Monica, you knew what it was yeah?, what it was all about, my mother would have resented that baby, never accepting it, I was thinking of you whether you believe it or not, yo-" "Look at you now, waltzing around with your new wife, heard it took you a while to get her to see that you were a halfway decent man to be worth her time, well...if she was to know about us, our past, she'd see you in a different light, poor thing, I'd hate to ruin to ruin her big night-" she was cut off by Chadwick grabbing her roughly by the arms and pushing her up against the wall, he made sure he looked her straight in the eyes so that she could see just how serious he was "You go anywhere, ANYWHERE near my wife and I'll have you killed, stay the fuck away from her and from us" he let her go and stared at her for a moment longer before he begin to walk away and back to the party, but not before Monica called out in a trembling voice "Wow, what a big man you are, don't want to get your own hands dirty", he stopped in his tracks without turning to face her "Your blood isn't worth getting on my hands", and with that he continued on to the ballroom, where the fast paced music had died down and a slow melody begin to play.

You were standing in front of the large wedding cake with a knife in your hand, smiling when saw you him you put the knife on the table and met him halfway and reached out to hold his face in your hands, you gave him a deep kiss which earned some ooo's and whoo's, taking his hand afterwards you walked him back over to the a table and you cut the cake together, the flashes of the photographers camera made the cake look as though it was shimmering and the claps from everyone filled the room, you looked up at your man and he kissed you again, kissed you as though everything was perfect, and at the moment it was, with you that was the only thing that it could be, you were enjoying this perfect moment, unwitting of the nature of the "business" meeting he had with Ms. Witherspoon, and Chadwick would do anything to keep it that way, to bring it to the grave with him.

@chaneajoyyy

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FIC: Prom Night

A request from #1 on This list

FIC: Prom Night

Request: yes. it didn’t specify who to make it about, so I made it about Peter. I tried with Tom but couldn’t come up with anything I thought was decent.

Pairing: Peter Parker/Reader, Reader/Flash Thompson

Word count: 1,575

Summary: The reader is in the running for prom queen. She’s dating Flash Thompson, who is in the running for king, but has a crush on Peter, who is also up for king.

Warning: Mild swearing. Fluff. D’aww.

Prompt: “Dance with me, and pretend the world doesn’t exist.”

“Are you about ready, babe? We don’t have all night, you know,” Flash Thompson yelled from (y/n)’s living room.

It was the night of Midtown’s junior prom. (Y/n) and Flash were both on prom court. He’d been insufferable ever since the nominations were announced, mostly because also on the court was one Peter Parker.

(y/n)  has been friends with Peter since preschool. Truth be told, she’s always had a crush on him. But she was never sure if he felt the same way. So when Flash asked her to homecoming, she accepted. He was a perfect gentleman that night - opening doors, pulling out her chair at dinner, didn’t get handsy during the slow dances. His charm had won her over, so they started dating. And the first few months were great.

Then the (one-sided, mostly) rivalry with Peter reared its ugly head again. Flash had agreed to tone down the teasing because he knew (y/n) and Peter were close. But six months in, it had picked right back up to where it was.

Then, they announced prom court nominations. (Y/n) was nominated, as was Michelle Jones (who immediately withdrew, something about a “fake monarchy” and “call me when there’s a real monarchy” or whatever) and a few other girls. (y/n) was absolutely thrilled. What little girl doesn’t dream of being prom queen? (Well, Michelle. But that’s not the point.)

Flash was happy to be nominated, until they also announced that Peter was also up for prom king. Then, he just got whiny. And bragged about himself all the time.

So, she’d decided to break up with him. It was just a matter of when.

She decided that she would break up with him the next day. No sense making a scene at prom.

“Yeah, Flash, I’m ready.” (Y/n)  walked into the living room. She was wearing a long, strapless dark blue sequined gown with matching dark blue shoes; her hair was up and she was wearing sparkly rhinestone earrings and a beautiful rhinestone necklace.

“Wow. You look awesome. We are gonna look so good when we win king and queen.”

“If we win king and queen, Flash.”

“Nah. We’ll win.” Flash grins at (y/n), who rolled her eyes. “Now let’s go.”

The dance itself was...well, it could have gone better. Flash spent most of the dance hitting on underclass girls that were there with upperclassmen. He refused to slow dance with (y/n). And the one time he gave in?

“I rented us a hotel room for after, babe,” he said. “Then we can finally… you know…”

“Flash,” she sighed. “I can’t. I’m working the photo booth at the after-prom party, remember?”

“Just ditch it,” he replied. “This is important.”

“No, Eugene. I am not going to ditch it. I made a commitment.”

“You made a commitment to me.”

(y/n) scoffed. “Whatever, Eugene. I’m not arguing about this right now. They’re about to announce king and queen.”

“We are going to look so good up there,” he said excitedly.

Betty Brandt took the microphone from the DJ. “Hello, Midtown students. I’m excited to announce the prom court.” She called the nominees up, one by one; (Y/n) shot a glance over at the boys’ side and caught Peter’s eye. He smiled warmly at her; she grinned back shyly.

“Are you all ready?” Betty asked; the crowd cheered. “Okay, first is Prom Queen. And the winner is…” She opened an envelope. “(Y/n)(y/l/n)!”

The other students clapped as (y/n) excitedly walked over to Betty to accept her tiara. “This is so awesome! Thank you, guys!” she said into the microphone as Betty pinned the tiara to her head.

“Congratulations! Are you ready to find out who your king is?” Betty asked; (y/n) nodded.

“It’s me,” Flash said confidently. (Y/n) rolled her eyes again, so hard this time she was sure it was actually audible.

“OKay! And this year’s Prom King is… Peter Parker!”

“Me? No way!” Peter exclaimed, walking over to get his crown.

“Way to go, Pete!” Ned shouted from the crowd.

“What the hell?!” Flash yelled. “I lost to Penis Parker? This is bullshit!” He marched over to (y/n) while Betty was slipping the crown onto Peter’s head. “You can’t dance with him, you know.”

“Who are you, my dad?” (y/n) retorted. “I have to, I’m the queen and he’s the king.”

“No girlfriend of mine is-”

“Well then, I guess I’m not your girlfriend anymore.”

Flash’s jaw dropped. “What are you saying?”

(y/n) scowled. “I’m saying we’re through, Flash. Now leave me alone.”

“You’re breaking up with me at Prom?!”

“Looks like it. Now get away from me.”

“But I rented a room, and-”

Ned suddenly ran up and threw an arm around Flash’s shoulders. “Eugene, buddy. I heard that (y/n) just broke up with you. What do you say, wanna give it a go? Don’t want that hotel room to go to waste.”

“Alright, fine. I’m leaving.” Flash stormed away. “I can’t believe I got dumped at freaking prom!”

(Y/n) sighed, as the DJ started the song for the official king and queen dance. “I’m really sorry, Peter. This was supposed to be a cool moment for both of us, and-”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.” Peter smiled at her as he led her to the center of the dance floor. “You know what you should do? Dance with me, and pretend the world doesn’t exist.”

(Y/n) just smiled as Peter wrapped his arms around her waist. She followed suit with her arms around his neck, and they gently swayed to the music.

“You look really pretty tonight,” Peter said softly as they danced.

(Y/n) giggled. “Thank you. You look awfully handsome yourself. So who’d you come with?”

“Oh, I didn’t have a date. Just came in a little group with Abraham and Michelle and Ned. I was going to ask you if you’d wanted to join us, but you were already with Flash.”

“Yeah.” (Y/n) shook her head. “Six months of my life, wasted on that goon. I should’ve turned him down when he asked me to Homecoming.”

Peter looked down at the ground for a moment. “I have a confession.”

“Yeah? What’s that?”

Peter cleared his throat. “Um… I was going to ask you to Homecoming. But Flash beat me to it. But I was scared to, and I really wish I’d just gotten over it because…(y/n)? I’ve been in love with you since, like, eighth grade. I know I had, like, a million opportunities to ask you and and I never did it because I didn’t know if you liked me. So I just… I didn’t ever do anything about it. And I realize I’ve been babbling on and on like an idiot. So I’ll shut up now. You probably don’t even-”

(y/n) cut him off with a soft kiss on the lips.

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that?” she asked after she’d pulled away. “I know I could’ve said something too, but I didn’t know how you felt either. So…”

“I don’t know. I want to. But you and Flash, like, literally just broke up.”

(y/n) shrugged. “If it were anyone else, I’d want to wait. But i’ve waited this long for you, Peter Parker, and I don’t want to wait anymore.”

Peter smiled. “Okay, if you’re sure.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

Peter gently cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again.

They had kind of forgotten that everyone was watching them dance, so they were shocked when everyone started applauding.

“Forgot my keys. Everyone, get out of my-oh.” Flash had come back in, to get his car keys, when he saw Peter and (y/n) kissing. “Well, isn’t that great.”

“Sure is,” Michelle said. “That could’ve been you, if you hadn’t been such a douchenozzle. You know, Ned’s offer still stands.”

Flash rolled his eyes as he grabbed his keys. “Fuck this. He can have her. I can get any girl I want.”

“Good luck finding one that wants you back, asshat,” Ned yelled after him.

The song faded out and an upbeat pop song took its place. Peter took (y/n)’s hand and led her over to the bleachers; they sat down next to each other.

“Well,” (y/n) said, “this is not exactly how I envisioned my night going.”

“Yeah,” Peter replied. “But I’m glad this is where it went.”

“Oh, for sure. I was going to break up with him anyway. I really didn’t want to do it at prom, but…”

Peter smiled. “I get that.”

“So...Peter, are we dating now?”

“Of course we are.” He leaned over and softly pecked her lips. “You’re my queen. Officially.” He reached over and lightly tapped her tiara.

“And you’re my king. Officially.” She giggled as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I’m working the photo booth at After-Prom from midnight-12:30, if you’re not volunteering anywhere you should totally come by and hang out with me.”

“Oh! Yeah, I didn’t sign up to do anything so...it’s a date.”

“Awesome. I can’t wait.” (Y/n) wrapped an arm around Peter’s waist, settling her head onto his shoulder. She sighed happily as Peter kissed the top of her head.

[jinki-hyung]

Jung Hoseok x Male Reader

Written by: Admin Sherlock

Relationship ( So Far ;] ) :

You guys have seen each other, you both go to the same gym. You have seen each other around, watching him pass by when he goes into the dance studio while you spot your friend.

Scenario :

The two of you have always lived very separate lives, you are the leader of a gang, whilst the peachy looking Hoseok is an idol with an innocent image. The two of you wouldn't have met otherwise, but when desperate times call for desperate measures, you find yourself helping him.

TW: Contains strong themes such as: strong language, gangs, homophobia, transphobia, and abuse (mentioned).

~J-Hope x Reader~

Wrong Place, Right Time Part 1

>Your PoV<

This was routinely-

"Stop standing so proud", he smirked, blocking the alley that I took on my way to the gym, "Your ass is gonna get beat one day if you continue to act cocky all the time."

"My sincerest apologies, your royal ass just couldn't take this shit- stop picking fights with someone you can't even fucking dream of taking on," almost reciting the same god-awful comeback to these tiny gang leaders that tried fighting me for cred.

"Yeah right", he said, slightly faltering, "I'm the source of your nightmares-"

I couldn't help but chuckle in the middle of the sentence, "You? Cute", I rolled my eyes, shoving my hands into my pockets, "I still even know from what puny gang you're from- much less who you are."

Angered completely, he looked around, spotting someone who was looking into the alley, beckoning his goons to get him, covering his mouth instantly, "After this you'll know who we are", he smirked, taking out a knife, lifting up the bystanders shirt.

His screams became harder to muffle as the leader drew the knife closer, and I am not sure if it were his trembling legs or the tears in his eyes, but I snapped, leaving behind all hesitation.

Grabbing his knife, I gripped it momentarily, allowing him to realize how badly he'd fucked up. I threw it to the side punching the leader square in the face, cracking the wrists of the two goons who held onto his mouth. With that, I was able to pull him closer to my chest, kicking and punching the remaining goons with this guy against my chest, not allowing anyone to touch him.

Soon they all just ran away on their own, but the leader still remained on the floor, half conscious.

I finally took a moment to check up on the guy afterwards, "You okay buddy?" I asked, looking at his teary eyes and red face, feeling my heart jump when he nuzzled back into my chest.

I let him continue to cry onto my chest until I saw the leader start to get up, "Are you good to stand for a bit? I won't take long," I said calmly, taking a deep breath as he nodded slowly.

Leaving him close to something to lean on, I approached the leader, pulling him up by his shirt, "If you want to fight, we fight like men- no bringing in innocent lives or that bulllshit", I said, bloodying up his shirt, "Got it?"

He nodded rapidly, trying to run away as soon as I pushed him back to the ground, which he somehow succeeded in doing.

Going back to the guy who'd I left for a bit, I put my cleanest hand on his shoulder, "You okay? Sorry we had to drag you into this," I said, remembering that they tried to cut his chest, pulling up his shirt to inspect if they'd done any damage, "They didn't cut you did they?"

He shook his head, pulling down his shirt in a flustered manner, making me look up at him, "I-I'm fine," he said, suddenly taking my hand with the gash on it, "Let's go to a hospital-"

I smiled, rubbing his shoulder, "Hospitals are tired of me, besides this isn't anything too big."

He seem shocked, but nonetheless, persisted, "I'll cure you then- I live nearby."

Looking at his face, still helpless and adorable, I gave in- it was impossible not to.

It was strange to sit in the middle of a couch and have 6 guys constantly trying to make their staring not obvious- which was a failed attempt on their part.

"I'm sorry it took so long", he fumbled, taking out a first aid kit and rummaging through disinfectants and bandages.

"It's fine", I said, resisting the urge to hiss in pain when the disinfectant got into my cut, settling for a simple gulp to express the burning sensation.

Luckily, it didn't take long for him to take out the bandages, gingerly applying it around my hand, making sure it was perfect.

"There," he said after a while, "I did my best so I hope it's alright."

I smiled, "It's perfect", I said, getting up from the couch, "I have to get going- the guys are going to wonder where I am right now, don't want them starting another gang war you know."

He stared at me in awe, that's right, he doesn't know, "Oh", he began, making me turn to face him again, "You looked really cool back there by the way- you're really brave."

I smiled, ruffling up his hair with my healthy hand, "Thank you", I said, letting my hand linger on his cheek for a bit, before heading for the door once I realised what I was doing, "See you at the gym."

I left before he had a chance to respond, wondering why the hell I had gotten so attached to him so quickly.

"What are we doing today boss", my friend asked, walking beside me on my way to the gym, "Anyone we have to take care of?"

I shook my head, "Today is a regular day, I'm going to the gym."

He nodded, "You want me to spot you?"

I nodded, "I'll do the same, you need more meat on those bones", I said, grinning as I heard him groan beside me.

We were in soon enough, I'd managed to get a membership from one of the members that worked at the gym, so paying fees and such weren't a problem anymore.

I took some dumbbells first so that my partner could go on the treadmill, counting my reps until I spotted a familiar face walk towards the dance studio.

Deciding to go say hello, I abandoned the dumbbells on the floor, making my way to the reserved studio, opening the door to find him at the edge of the room, probably putting on some music.

The door closed behind me, by then I was halfway into the room, but he snapped his head back, looking scared at first, calming a bit once he realized it was me, "Oh, hey."

I smiled, putting my hand on his back, "I haven't seen you in a while, how you've been?"

He smiled, "I've been good, my group is getting more recognition abroad- we got to see a lot of our fans recently too."

I eyed him up and down, "Group? You're not talking about gangs, right?"

He laughed nervously, "N-no, of course not", he said, "I'm in band, we've had many concerts already, our recent ones in LA sold out too."

I nodded, smiling, "Now you are just showing off", I said, making him relax again, "I think I finally know why you caught my eye, you are on a lot of advertisements around these parts."

He nodded, "Yeah, we're doing really good right now, ARMYs are treating us well."

"Army?" I said warily, not too sure what that meant, either way, I didn't want anyone in my gang to get caught because of someone I knew.

"Oh, our fandom", he said, smiling again, "I forgot, I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm Jung Hoseok, in Bangtan Boys I am known as J-hope."

I nodded, almost laughing at his cute stage name, "If we're doing introductions, my name is (Y/N), I am the leader of a gang around these parts," I said, making his eyes widen, "I try not to get us into as many fights, but since we've built up a reputation it's hard not to get dragged into any", I sighed, "I would like to think we aren't a group of criminals, more like vigilantes- we started out as a group of kids abandoned by our parents for various reasons, so we try to fight back against those prejudices. That's probably the main reason why we are so infamous though."

He nodded, "If you don't mind me asking, what made you start the gang?"

I looked down for a bit, licking my lips as I thought about whether or not I should tell him, settling on a simple 'why not', "Well, Hoseok, I usually wouldn't tell someone who I don't know very well something like that," I began, making him gulp, "but- I think you are someone I wouldn't mind telling."

He visibly relaxed, yet I did the opposite as I was about to unlock my painful backstory, "Like some of the other members of the gang, I was kicked out of my parents house when I told them about my sexuality", I said, making his eyes widen, "My friend left on his own because of abusive parents- we all had to deal with suffering to some extent, but our goal is to stop that in anyway we can, which is why we are known as a gang now."

He nodded, processing everything I'd just told him, "I know it's probably hard to imagine a gang be like this, but that's how we ended up."

"I think it's cool", he said, shocking me, "I mean, you guys have good intentions, I think that's all that matters."

I smiled, ruffling his hair, "Thanks."

He smiled back, "(Y/N), can I ask you for your phone number?"

I was surprised, typically people don't ask me unless they are trying to join, "Sure, punch in your phone," I said, giving him my phone.

Once he was done, he smiled, handing me back my phone, "Thank you, I'll text you when I can."

I nodded, "I'll respond when I can", I said, "I have to get going now- I left my friend all alone, it was great to get to know you."

"What the fuck do you think you're doing buddy", I said, cornering a man who had trapped one of my members between himself and the wall, "Don't you think it's a bit early to be starting some shit."

He froze, and one of the female members of my gang was practically quivering to the point where she could barely stand up, "Wh-wh- are you really gonna defend a tranny-!? He's such a fa-"

I yanked his hair, slamming his head back onto a wall, "She is my girlfriend I'll have you know- she's the co-leader of a gang you probably shouldn't get involved with."

His eyes widened, "S-so you're a fag-"

It didn't take long for me to hear the crack of his nose when I had punched him, letting him drop to the floor afterwards, "You should really know when to shut up."

He was left groaning on the floor, with my friend coming to my side, weeping into my arm. I pulled her into a hug, stroking her hair as we walked away, only to find an old acquaintance standing at the end of the alley.

"(Y/N)?"

I smile slightly, the situation makes it hard to smirk as usual, "Hey Hoseok," I say, making my friend look up slightly.

"Are you two okay?" he says, rushing up to us, "Let's go to my place I can help heal the both-"

"No."

He stopped suddenly, not expecting my response.

"Your house is too far and your career will be at stake- I am not injured so I'll take her to my place."

He was visibly shocked, frozen in place, "B-but your knuckles-"

"No Hose-"

"Bring him with us."

We both turned to her, "He can help us- he's kind... your friend."

My eyes widened, she was so weak in my arms yet I failed to notice earlier.

"Follow me," I said, hoping he would as I picked her up and bolted towards my house.

Luckily I didn't live too far, I soon carried her up the stairs, kicking the door open and placing her on the couch, "You cold?"

She nodded, and I dashed to bring a blanket from my room, "Where's the first aid", he said, and I had just realized he had followed me to my house.

"Under the counter of the sink in my bathroom."

I heard shuffling behind me, but as soon as I got the blanket I ran back to the sofa, "Need anything else? Hoseok is getting the first aid right now."

"Don't worry so much", she said, smiling faintly, "that man didn't hurt me too badly."

She was as pale as a ghost, she had a few scrapes and cuts but nothing severe- it seems that she had an anxiety attack that drained her so much she was on the verge of fainting.

Hoseok sat beside me, curing her cuts as I watched her rest her eyes, her breathing settling.

She fell asleep soon after, and Hoseok and I were still sat next to each other, looking at nothing in particular.

"You care about her a lot", he finally said, making me glad he used her correct pronouns.

"Yes. I love her, like one would love a sister or a mother", I sighed, "She's real family, I've known her since before she had begun her transition, and before I was out."

We stayed quiet for another while, "We grew up on the streets together when our parents kicked us out, we rent this place together since we lack sufficient money on our own accord, we rely on the members and other methods, sadly... I don't want to make you pity us though, we're getting by."

He placed a hand on one of my knees, looking at me as I continued to stare at my friend, "I want to make you an offer."

[unidentifiedlozer]

Eye Witness Part 2

AU: WitnessProtection!Yoongi, Cop!Jungkook w/gang!VMin

Warnings: Gang related stuff- gun violence, threats, all around danger, etc.

Word Count: 2k

Summary: It should have been a normal walk home from work, but when you see something you shouldn’t have and get caught, passerby Min Yoongi is not happy that you drag him into it.

Part 1

“Gunshot wound was just checked into the downtown ER, Y/N L/N.” the voice crackled through their earpieces. Jimin nodded and started the car. Taehyung groaned and slammed his hands on the dashboard. 

“I can’t believe this happened. Boss already wants to kill me for last time.” he whined. 

“I’m surprised he didn’t, I still don’t know how you got away with tripping over your own feet and firing a shot too early.” 

“I think he would miss my wit,” Taehyung gave Jimin a goofy grin, which he ignored for the sake of driving. 

“Yeah, yeah. So what are we going to do when we get to the hospital? Sit outside and wait for her to be released?”

“Her hair is black like yours, you guys are the same height, say you’re her brother and try to see her.”

“Don’t you think the cops will be all over the place?”

“She lost a lot of blood back there, I bet she’s not even awake yet to tell them what happened.”

“What about the person that drove her away?”

Taehyung groaned again, hitting his head against the dashboard this time. “I forgot about that guy. He didn’t see us, did he? Maybe he thinks it was a domestic violence thing. Either way, I bet he’s more worried about his car’s window.” Jimin smirked, remembering the way the window had shattered into a million pieces beautifully.

“That was a good shot. Okay, we’re almost at the hospital, what’s the plan?”

“I have the fluids we can put in her IV drip, don’t bring your gun in. We can’t look suspicious at all because they might be looking for us.” 

“So let’s just walk right into the belly of the beast with no guns or weapons, that’s a good plan,” Jimin muttered as they pulled up to the hospital parking lot.

“Shut up and focus, okay? Let’s just get this over with and kill her.” 

Yoongi had so many thoughts in his head, he felt like it was going to explode. Too much has happened in the past eight hours, he doesn’t know what to think. How could this kid dressed as a cop think he could just force him into hiding? He wasn’t involved in all this, he doesn’t even really know what those guys look like, he was the innocent bystander just trying to do a good deed. He knows he shouldn’t have taken all of his anger out on Y/N, she was the main victim, but it was her fault this whole mess started in the first place. Yoongi grumbled and continued to the hospital entrance, just ready to get home to his tiny apartment and sleep. While checking himself out at the front desk, two people rushed up and stood next to him.

“We’re here to see Y/N L/N, she’s my sister and I heard something happened to her!” One of them said to the receptionist, sounding frantic. Yoongi glanced at them curiously, remembering Y/N telling him she didn’t have family nearby. He nearly jumped at the two men standing there, looking the same as they did in his rearview mirror. He didn’t get a good look at them before, but he recognized the statures. The smaller one looked close to tears, his acting clearly tricking the receptionist who was looking up Y/N’s room number. 

The taller one looked up from the receptionist just in time to make eye contact and Yoongi stepped back. The man’s face went from confusion to anger to panic in a matter of seconds. Yoongi suddenly cursed his blonde hair for being so easily recognizable. Yoongi, despite his previous attitude, turned on his heel and ran back down the hall as fast as he could to get to Y/N.

“Hey!” the man yelled, rushing to catch up with him, hospital security now scrambling to catch up too. Yoongi was not an athlete at any point in his life, and the man chasing him had much longer legs than him, so it didn’t surprise Yoongi that he easily caught up to him and pulled him back, slamming him against the wall. “Look, look, stop for a second,” the man said, trying to keep Yoongi from getting out of his grasp. “Listen, pal, I have a proposition for you, okay? I know you don’t want this, you were just trying to help, right? You don’t need to be involved in this. Just tell us where she is and we’ll keep you out of this, we’ll even pay you whatever you want to keep quiet, swear on my life.”

Yoongi frowned. That could be the perfect arrangement for him. Gets to keep his job, stay out of the drama, a little extra money couldn’t hurt. He took a deep breath and said, “Alright, fine. I’ll take you up on that.” 

The man smiled, seemingly relieved. By then the hospital security had caught up to them, confused at the situation. “Alright, great. Where-,” Yoongi has never punched someone in the face before, but hearing the man’s jaw snap under his fist told him that he did something right. The man fell at the feet of security and his partner who had just turned up, who all looked at Yoongi incredulously.

 “They have a gun!” Yoongi yelled before taking off up the staircase.

Yoongi burst into your room, gasping for breath. You jumped in surprise and Hoseok, the rookie cop put in charge of keeping an eye on you for the morning, stood swiftly, hand on his gun. 

“Yoongi?” the beanie on his head was sliding off and he looked like he was going to pass out. “What-,”

“They’re here,” he gasped out, walking over and pulling the wheelchair the doctor had given you next to your bed. “They’re here, Y/N, we have to go now.”

“Who are you?” Hoseok demanded. 

“He was the driver,” you told him before turning quickly back to Yoongi. 

“They’re here? In the hospital?” Yoongi nodded.

“The short one was saying he was your brother so they could find your room. Y/N, get up we have to go! I don’t know if the guards can hold them off.” You sat up and removed the blankets from around you. Yoongi grabbed your hand and helped you get out of bed, the pain in your leg making you wince.

“Hey, wait, I’m not supposed to let you leave yet-,”

“So you’re going to stop both men, probably armed, by yourself in this hospital with hundreds of already hurt people?” Yoongi growled at Hoseok, who shrunk back slightly at his tone. 

“Well, where are you going to take her?” Yoongi didn’t respond right away, as he was helping you into the wheelchair. Once you were securely seated, Yoongi looked to Hoseok. 

“I know a place. You got a car?” Hoseok nodded. “We have to find a back way to get out of here, just in case they’re outside waiting.” Yoongi said, pushing you out of the room and down the hall towards the elevators. 

“There is an emergency exit this way!” Hoseok called, leading the way. “I’m going to run ahead and pull my car up!” And he was gone. 

Yoongi pushed you out of the hospital in silence, his labored breathing the only thing that you could hear over the blood pounding in your ears. You took a deep breath and tried to figure out how your life had come to this point, being broken out of a hospital by a cop and a guy that was less than happy to be dealing with you, running from gang members trying to kill you. All for getting lost in your own neighborhood. 

Once you were outside you noticed a crowd gathering at the entrance of the hospital, but then Hoseok pulled his car up to the curb. “Be gentle,” Hoseok reminded Yoongi, who rolled his eyes as he lifted you from the wheelchair and into the back seat. 

Once you were buckled in properly and the wheelchair folded in the trunk, Yoongi hopped in the front seat and Hoseok drove off. 

“So, where is it that we’re going?” 

“Go to the Estates, just off the highway.” Yoongi said, taking a deep breath and finally relaxing. His hand still ached from the punch and he’s never been so out of breath in his life, but he felt better now that he knew you were safe. 

The drive was quiet until Hoseok’s radio started going off. “Hoseok,” Seokjin’s voice crackled through the radio. “Would you mind telling me what the hell happened at the hospital just barely?” 

Hoseok looked nervous as he responded, “Hey Boss, um, well, Y/N and I were just chatting, getting to know each other, you know-,” 

“They found Y/N,” Yoongi snatched the radio from Hoseok. “I saw them at the hospital entrance trying to find her room number.”

There was silence for a minute before Seokjin replied, “So you’re telling me, the two men caught in the midst of a murder just wandered into the hospital and almost found Y/N?” Yoongi frowned, frustrated now more than ever. Seokjin sighed. “We’ll worry about that later, how’s Y/N?” 

Yoongi looked back at her, lying in the backseat looking pale. She glanced up and met Yoongi’s eyes, giving him a sleepy smile and a thumbs up. Yoongi ignored the urge to smile and said, “She’s exhausted, but she’ll be okay. We’re heading to my buddy’s house, he’ll let us hide out.” 

Yoongi could hear the frown in Seokjin’s voice. “Send me the address when you get there, Hoseok.” 

“Roger that.” 

The whole drive you were fading in and out of consciousness. Your head was fuzzy and you leg ached, but you were too afraid to say anything in fear of making Yoongi angry. You were lucky enough that he saved you for a second time from those goons, you didn’t want him to leave you again. The sense of safety you felt around him made you feel better than any cop standing outside your door could, so you decided to keep the silence going. 

“So who’s house is this?” Hoseok asked after a few minutes, unable to sit in silence. 

“He’s my oldest friend, he’s got a huge house.” Yoongi responded. “It’s just off the highway, hard to miss.” 

“So you’re the one that drove her to the hospital?” Hoseok said quietly, glancing back at your weary form. 

Yoongi nodded. “She jumped into my car, told me she was shot and then just passed out. And then these guys came out of nowhere and started shooting at my car.”

“I heard about that part. She was telling me how those men were trying to kill her. She’s lucky that you were there to help.” 

Yoongi didn’t say anything, instead he glanced back at her now sleeping form and sighed. He hated this situation that he was in, but none of this was her fault. At the same time, Yoongi had a life, he couldn’t just disappear and expect to keep the job that he’s worked so hard to get. At the same time, those men now know what he looks like, they’ll be looking for him too. He wasn’t safe anymore, what choice did he have?

“Is this the house?” Hoseok asked in awe as they pulled up to a giant mansion that was surrounded by large trees, water fountains and beautiful gardens.

“This is it.” Yoongi smirked. He pulled Y/N gently out of the car and into the wheelchair, stirring her awake. 

“What-?” 

“We’re at my friend’s house, we should be safe here.” Yoongi told her. Hoseok offered to push her up the drive as Yoongi knocked on the large wooden door. It creaked open slowly and there stood a man in a T shirt and gym shorts, looking extremely surprised. 

“Yoongi?” He looked over Yoongi’s shoulder at Y/N and Hoseok, who were both admiring the entryway with open mouths. 

Yoongi nodded. “Namjoon, I need your help.” 

Part 3

Author’s Note: Part 2, yay! I hope you guys like it, feedback appreciated! 

[a-single-anonymous-duck]

i need a fic

(should i write one??)

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