#i was giggling n kicking my feet when i saw him in that teaser

[pocoyo-yo]

'𝟒𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐀'

SUMMARY: when toji anime concept art dropped millions of panties dropped around the globe

WARNINGS: smut, fem!bodied reader, slight daddy kink, praise kink, degradtion, breeding kink, slight breath play/slight choking, fingering, mating press (pos.), unprotected sex, creampie, slight lactation, mentions of preganacy, sorta.. kinda baby trapping, petnames (baby, ma, pretty girl, daddy) toji is a toxic, manipulitive baby daddy ngl

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who knows you can't live without him. who knows he's the only one who can keep you satisfied.

you complain about him and yet you let him in. everytime he uses the same excuse as to why he's there 'just wanna see the baby, nothing more'.

he finds himself playing with the one year old daughter you two shared, catching you giving him glances here or there. you may not have even known it yet, but he could tell you were needy. your breathing pattern, the fact you had your thighs pressed so tightly together, it was so obvious you wanted him to fuck another baby in to you.

"megumi 'nd tsumiki miss you," he tells you while playing patty-cake with his baby girl. it wasn't a lie either, the two did prefer you compared to toji's previous girlfriends (if you could call them that)— shit, tsumiki preferred you over her own mother. "they keep askin' about lyric.. they wanna spend time with their lil sister.."

you attempted to make a point, "they can see her when it's your days," you added. "but i do miss them too.. they're very sweet kids, nothin' like you."

toji scoffed, "yeah? but i still made megumi just like i made lyric.. they're somethin' like me, and besides,"

he held up lyric and placed her face next to his own.. a smug smirk on his scarred lips.

"doesn't she look just like daddy.."

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who sloppily makes-out with you on the couch after you put the baby for a nap. one hand squeezing your jaw and the other cupping your pussy while he thrusts two thick fingers inside of your weeping hole.

"talk to me, ma," his fingers curled, pressing firmly into that spongey spot within your walls while rubbing your clit with his thumb. "talk to me.." he huffed in between kisses.

your hips jumped as you rolled yourself on his fingers, trying to apply more pressure to that spot.

"feels s'good toj'.." you whimpered and dug your heels into his shoulder blades. he forced your face back from his, making sure you could lock eyes with him. those same emerald eyes your daughter had inherited.

"mhm i know, pretty girl," his strong hands squeezed your cheeks together, your lips were swollen from the kissing, and tears clung to your lashes. you were just too fuckin cute. "nobody can please this spoiled lil pussy like i can, yeah? .. not even you, ma.." he chuckled as your eyes flicked back in your head, his movements had become faster and his fingers pushed deeper than before.

your hips bucked erratically, trying to chase your approaching high. you babbled on moans as your arousal rolled down his knuckles. your pathetically wet pussy was all you could hear besides your own whimpers.

"nobody," you cried. "nobody but you daddy.."

you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to supress your moans and not wake the baby while you squirmed from the overwhelming pleasure.

"did ya miss me as much as i missed ya? fuck.. how bad was it─ not bein' able to make yourself cum like i do─ like daddy does?" he asked, groaning at the sight of your puffy pussy growing bruised from how hard he was fingering you.

"soo bad.. so so bad," you moaned, his grip on your face loosening. "you reach so fuckin' deep.. make me feel so good, toji.. missed you so much.."

your voice quivered, "toji.. i need it bad.."

"need what, ma?" he asked you.

"need," you sniffled. "need your dick, toj'.."

he scoffed, "i know but i gotta prep you," he chewed on his inner cheek as you slid your hand under your tanktop and began playing with your sensitive tits. "just cum on my fingers and i'll give it to you.. i know how needy you've been without me, ma. my poor baby's been sufferin without this dick, yeah?"

you whined, "that's it..?"

"that's it," he kissed your nose. "that's all daddy wants.."

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who has you so cock drunk that he had to cover your mouth 'cause at that point you didn't even consider the fact you'd wake the baby.

but he couldn't blame you.

it had been about five months since he fucked you and right now it seemed like, even with prep, he was splitting your lil cunt in two.

it was a sloppy mess down there, you had forgotten how many times you had creamed around his cock.. but it was enough that it made each thrust make a wet, gushy squech-like noise.

only he had you like this.. so pathetic and desperate for a man's dick.

but it wasn't just that alone, of course he was blessed with a big ass dick, but toji actually knew how to fuck. he knew where to touch, what to tease, how fast or how slow he should go to get the ideal reaction from you.

"so fuckin messy," he grinned, a thin layer of sweat coating his skin as his heavy balls slapped repeatedly against your ass. toji found himself slipping out of you and he rubbed the tip of his cock over your clit. ".. so fuckin sensitive.."

you whined and bucked your hips against him til he finally pushed his cock back into the warmth of your gummy walls.

"you love this dick don't you, ma?" toji grunted, pulling his hand down so that you could speak.

his tip kissed your cervix and you gasped, "love it so much, toji!"

"ya can't live without this dick, can ya? just gotta fuckin' have it like a lil addict," toji chuckles, his thrusts grew harsher and more precise by the second. "what? you addicted to this dick, baby?"

you sobbed, "m─ mhm!"

"at that point then," his hand snaked around your throat. your thighs were now pressed firmly against your leaking breasts.. your pussy spread open and getting fucked 'til it was turning red. "might as well call this my fuckin cunt.. 'cause you can't please it properly without me.." toji huffed, squeezing your throat just a bit.

"it's," you whimpered. "it's your cunt, toji.. only yours!"

you could feel yourself coming to another orgasm.. your entire body was feeling it─ feeling him. that was his effect. every nerve, fiber, and ounce of your being could feel him when he fucked you. shit, even when he wasn't fucking you. lyric was an perfect example of the fact that toji was never going to be out of your life for good.

"missed you so much.. oh m'gonna cum! m'gonna cum again toji.." you warned him, clawing at his chest as your tits bounced with the newfound speed of his thrusts.

"fuck, just wait a sec, ma.." he rasped.

"can't," you whined. "gotta cum now.. please!"

he squeezed your throat tightly and groaned, "listen to me," you gasped for air as tears rolled down your hot cheeks. "do ya love me, baby?"

you blinked tears away as air filled your lungs once again..

"y.. yes, I love you too much toji.." you admitted.

"love ya too, ma," he smirked. "let me cum inside this pussy, yeah? let me make sure every man who looks at you knows i've been inside this pretty pussy.."

you let out one final gasp as you gushed around toji's cock for maybe the fourth time already, and in response to your cunt spasming around him he buried his cock deep inside you, shuddering as he let his jaw hang low and thick ropes of cum painted your inner walls.

toji kissed your calves while kneading your bare tits as you tried to collect your thoughts.

but only one echoed throughout your mind

everything hurts.

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who laid next to you in your bed, letting you rest on his chest. his lips pressed into your forehead while holding you close, softened cock nestled in your walls.

"toji.." you mumbled, voice hoarse.

"yeah, ma?"

"i'm not on bc.." you confessed shyly.

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BABY-DADDY TOJI who fucks you to sleep raw after hearing those words, making sure he claimed you on on every surface of your apartment before your daughter finally sturrs awake. he mumbles something about you resting.. and that he'll take care of her til you wake.

that familiar smug look on his face as he watches globs of his cum drip from your hole.

he knows good and well that he finally had you.. he finally caught you with your gaurd down..

now you were for sure stuck with him 'cause after all that, baby number two was definitely guaranteed.

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[peachyjeonss]

SUNKISSIN’ | J.JK

© peachyjeonss 2023. Do not repost and modify unless permitted to  

Pairing: Tattoo artist!Jungkook x Lifeguard!Reader    

Genre: strangers to enemies, enemies to lovers, Smut

Warnings: Reader has a belly piercing, mentions of getting high, Jk and reader have nose piercings, size kink, slight daddy kink, Jk is pretty dominant even when it’s not sexual, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls), readers kind of a bitch at first, Jk is also kind of a dick at first, clueless reader at times, Jk gets jealous, jk eats her out, reader gets jk off, ass slapping, reader gets bent over the kitchen counter, reader’s kind of a spoiled brat, brat-taming, choking, tummy bulge, praise, degradation, cum eating, brat tamer jk, dirty talk, slight exhibition, Jk is kind of an aggressive person (not in a toxic way obv), 

Rating: M

Synopsis: Summer has begun and so has your job as a lifeguard at the Stillwells Country Club  — Which means; sunny weather, blue pools and cute bathing suits! You’re looking forward to it; just another normal summer working with friends, but your summer takes a turn when you see his sweet eyes and intimidating stature at the staff car wash.

A/N: This is my first posttt, here’s the teaser!

His sunglasses lean on the tip of his nose as he looks up at the sky, breathing out.

“This is the most relaxed I’ve seen you in a minute.” Yoongi laughs, sitting next to him as he lathers sunscreen on his pale arms.

“Yeah, surprisingly work hasn’t come to my mind yet.” Jungkook admits, letting out a breathless chuckle as he kicks his feet in the water.

Yoongi hums, “Me neither, and I’m not even a sun person.”

“That’s what the rich life does to you, I guess.” Nari giggles, swimming to them.

Taehyung follows suit, pushing his falling sunglasses back up his nose. “Yeah, I’m about to order a pina-colada just ‘cause.”

“Don’t abuse the free membership either.” Jungkook warns, looking back down at his friend. “It was nice of her to do this for us.”

“Yeah, Aya’s always been pretty sweet.” Taehyung agrees, “She has her spoiled moments though, can't take the rich out of the girl completely.”

Nari smiles, “She’s better than me, I wouldn’t even interact with you peasants if I had country club money.”

“Yeah, that’s why you’re not rich.” Yoongi teases, “You’d be horrible.”

“I suppose.” Nari shrugs, looking around before her mouth falls into an O, “This resort even has good-looking lifeguards...”

Jungkook cocks a brow at her, last time he remembers the lifeguard was some scrawny dude with a permanent scowl. Looking up, Jungkook sits up quickly, pushing his sunglasses over his head at the familiar figure he sees switching seats with the old lifeguard. 

“Isn’t that the girl you checked out the other day?” Yoongi asks, his eyes raking over your body shamelessly, making Jungkook shove him gently.

“Yeah, it is.” Jungkook smirks, watching as you offer some kids a cute smile, telling them to watch their step as they run. Even in the basic red swimsuit the lifeguards were required to wear you still somehow managed to look like sin. “She’s friends with Aya, right?”

“Yeah, they're actually really close.” Taehyung says in a forgetful manner, too preoccupied in doggy paddling around his friends. “Been friends since middle school.”

“Shit, so they're like sisters then.” Nari corrects, “Middle school to college is cool, they saw each other get out of the awkward stage.”

“If she even had one.” Jungkook laughs, still eyeing you.

“They say the prettiest girls have the most awkward phases.” Nari shrugs, “I mean, look at me, gorgeous and my awkward stage was horrendous.”

“Yeah, sure.” Yoongi laughs, wincing when Nari pinches his leg.

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[asktensei]

Previously on Tensei’s Birthday Bash:

“Love,” I tug your sleeve, “Is the option of going out still open?”

“Tensei, it’s almost midnight - we can’t go out now,” you retorted.

“I have a sudden urge to go to the beach,” I say, looking out of the window, “The sky looks amazing, doesn’t it?”

“I have to go to work tomorrow, honey,” you say, cupping my cheeks.

“Please, love… for me?”

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You turned to face Tensei. You felt his grip on you tighten as you pressed your hands against his soft cheeks. You smiled, seeing him close his eyes and savour the small act.

How could you say no to him? Every single thing he does makes your heart leap. Even by just melting into your touch, all of your rationality is thrown out of the window - just to make this male’s wishes come true.

“You better make me breakfast tomorrow,” you whisper, trying to not break the tension you both built in this small haven.

“Come on, Y/N - it’s my birthday tomorrow! I’ll cook the day after.”

“I don’t care if it’s your birthday, you’re making me breakfast tomorrow,” you got off the bed and went to get your bag.

Once you got your bag, you turned to face Tensei.

God, this man is a literal baby.

“Fine, I’ll make breakfast tomorrow.”

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You helped Tensei into his wheelchair and then proceeded to walk beside him, heading to the beach. You enjoyed the soft light hitting your skin, closing your eyes as you gripped the back of Tensei’s seat. A small hum left your lips as you took in the crisp, cold air of the night.

“I told you this was a good idea,” he said, a smug look painted on his face.

You looked at the dark-haired male, annoyed.

“I have work tomorrow, Tensei - I’m scared I might oversleep,” you say, sighing, “...but I do miss the beach.”

“It’s been a long time since we went to our little oasis, hasn’t it?” he said, happiness laced in his voice, “We made a lot of memories there, you and I.”

You smiled, reminiscing all the moments you’ve shared with the former Pro-Hero.

“Do you remember when you tried to burn that ice cream I was eating with your quirk?” you said, laughing, “I remember how disgusted you were when the cream actually entered your engines.”

He tried wiping the cream off of the metal piece but resorted to asking you since he couldn’t clean it properly.

“You remember when a crab pinched your cheeks?” He said, holding back his laughter, “You cried so hard.”

“You can only joke about that when you actually feel the strength of a crab with its claws,” you retort, annoyed by his actions.

“Hey, hey - Wasn’t I the one calming you down?”

He was. He ran to a shop nearby and got an ice pack to cool down your cheek. He sat beside you, rubbing your back as you cried due to the immense pain. He kissed you on your forehead in hopes of calming you down.

“You were - you always have been by my side, Tensei,” You say, ruffling his hair.

“Don’t plan on changing that anytime soon,” he replied, pulling on your sleeve.

You faced the male beside you and instantly you were in awe. The blue tone of the sky had perfectly painted itself onto him, the cool tones brightening his cerulean eyes. His hair softly swished against the strong winds, framing his face so well. You stared at his lips against the soft blue hue of the night. Even against the cold colours, the redness of his lips still managed to shine, making it look so soft.

“You okay?” He asked, worried.

Thank God he didn’t know how much you loved him under this soft light.

“I’m good, Tensei,” you say, turning to the road ahead of you.

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You closed your eyes as you stepped into the sea, enjoying the feeling of the warm water brushing against your feet. The heat from the body of water warmed your whole body like a small blanket. You enjoyed the feeling of the soft sand against the soles of your feet, rubbing your skin like a massage. The fresh breeze hit your skin, waking your senses.

It felt as if you came home from a long day at work.

It was so relaxing, so calming.

You missed this - a lot.

You turned to face Tensei enjoying the sea as much as you did. His eyes were closed, taking in the salty yet fresh smell of the breeze.

The blue hues of the night painted his skin so well it was not fair. No one could deny how amazing he looked under the night’s palette - he carried it with such poise.

It was times like this where you were reminded how precious Tensei is. After all, he was the very person who taught you how to love.

His lips lifted into a smile as he opened them and saw you staring at him.

“I am just that good looking, huh?”

Scratch that - he was an annoying ass.

You stared at his legs your heart dropped.

This was the first time he’d ever come to the beach with his crutches.

You knew how much he loved the beach - he loved it even more than you.

He went on and on about his memories with Tenya, his friends and his personal ones that took place on the sand you stood on.

You knew how much he loved the beauty of this little oasis, but he could no longer enjoy it.

He was the one who brought you to this very beach, but could no longer feel the freedom it gave.

If he can’t stand by himself properly, he’ll stand beside me.

“Tensei,” you started, “Do you want to enter the waters with me?”

“I can’t, Y/N…” he trailed off, looking at his crutches.

“I only need to carry you to the sea. You know water buoyancy exists, right?” you remind him.

“But -”

“I’m coming there,” you say, getting out of the water and heading towards him.

You stood behind him, and slowly took his left arm off its crutch and placed it on your shoulder. You gripped his side, pulling him closer to you.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes, Iida Tensei,” you say, laughing, “I’ve thought this through - it’ll work. Besides, you still have to get that right arm to work properly - you can do that, right?”

I like being the teaser once in a while, Iida Tensei.

“Stupid,” he chuckles as he turns to face the sea, “Let’s do this.”

“Ok! So there are roughly around 3 steps we need to do to reach the waterline. Once we reach there, you’re going to let go of your crutch and press your weight against me. I’ll carry you on my back and bring you into the water. From then on out, you just need to keep at least one limb on me. Clear?”

“Why don’t you just let me use my crutches until the waterline?” he asked.

Oh.

“I didn’t think of it,” you say, smiling in embarrassment.

“Dumb,” he teased.

“Hey! I could easily drop you here, you know?” You say, chuckling.

“You wouldn’t,” he said as he kissed your cheek.

Damn you.

“Okay, okay - let’s move,” you said, focusing on the mission at hand.

One.

“Damn, this is hard - why are you so weak, Y/N L/N?” Tensei said.

“Be careful, sir - your safety depends on me.”

Two.

“Why are you so heavy?” You ask, panting.

“I haven’t exercised in a long time and I eat a lot, I basically move using a wheelchair - you need more reasons?”

“Understood, sir.”

Three.

“Ok, we’re here,” he said, smiling.

“Yeah, yeah - smile. I have to literally carry you now,” you say, irritated.

“Hey! You suggested this, not me.”

“I did, didn’t I?” you say, sighing.

“How about I sit down on the sand first? After that, you can push me from the back?”

“Sir, have you heard of gravity?” you retort, “But sitting down for a while sounds nice.”

You gripped his sides tightly as you heard him drop the other crutch to the floor.

Time for payback, sir.

You immediately dropped him, making him fall on his behind.

“I did say your safety depended on me,” you replied, smiling.

“Oh?”

Oh, shit.

Using his crutch, he hit your calves lightly but just enough to make you lose your stability and fall face-first onto the sand.

“I’m still smart, you know?” He replied, smug laced in his voice.

“I’m sorry - weren’t you the one who forgot the existence of gravity?” You retort, rubbing off the sand.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” he began laughing at your sand-filled face, “Why don’t have my phone with me? I need to take a picture of you!”

This idiot.

“You got a lot of guts to do that to me now, don’t you?” you say, forming a plan in your head.

“Well, you wouldn’t kill me, so I don’t see you doing anything that bad to me.”

I guess it’s time to prove you wrong.

You hit the back of his head with your shoe, earning a groan from him. You then began to tickle his sides, causing him to laugh uncontrollably. You heard his pleas to stop, but you didn’t care - he asked for it.

“I guess,” giggle, “I need,” giggle, “Oh, never mind.”

He pushed his back onto you, making you fall back onto the sand.

“You like sand, don’t you, Tensei?” you say, kicking his thigh.

He pressed his hands on the sand beside the two of you and slowly got up. Then, he turned himself to face your body laid on the dry sand.

“Knockout!” he shouted, making you laugh.

“You’re really dumb.”

“Tenya is the smart one, not me,” he said, moving closer to you.

He laid back against you, pressing his head against your chest. You grabbed his hands, once again playing with his fingers. His right hand found its place against your left cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing your cheek in circular motions.

“You are still extremely heavy,” you say, cutting the silence between the two of you.

“You do this to me all the time!”

“On the bed! Not at the beach,” you retort.

He chuckled, enjoying your irritated expression.

“I love this,” he whispered, closing his eyes.

“I do too,” you say, ruffling his hair, “Next time, you be on the sand though.”

Laughter erupted from the male leaning against you.

You looked at his joy-filled expression. You can’t help but wish that this man before you remains as happy as he looked right now - preferably against the blue hues the sky had to offer. You want him to stay in your arms as you relish the moments you are in his. You want him to enjoy the riches of life he has provided to multiple residents of Musutafu. You want him to live his life by your side as you shield him from the harsh words of others.

“Thanks for this, Y/N,” he said, moving upwards to kiss your cheek.

“Happy birthday, Tensei. I love you.”

“Thanks, Y/N. I love you, too.”

You both, covered in sand with slightly wet clothes, shared a kiss under the pale moonlight of the night as a blue hue dusted your skin - maybe with a dash of scarlet on his, too.

“Now that that’s done…” Tensei whispered.

You were pushed by Tensei into the sea. The body of water’s salty liquid entered your body through your nose and your mouth, filling your senses with nothing but disgust.

Yep - still the same, annoying guy.

[queenofspades6]

More than Partners -The Mandalorian x reader

Kiss me

Chapter 14 of More than Partners

Summary: You finally see the Mandalorian’s face.

Warnings: Spoilers from Episode 15 season 2. Lot of fluffffffffff.

AN: Hellooo guyyyys! Another chapter is out! It waaaas soooo cool to write it! I really hope you’ll like it! Next chapter will be smut btw!! And just a little teaser: smut in Boba Fett’s ship. Be prepared. Don’t forget to like, reblog and comment! Thanks to all of you who do you are the best!!

A NEW CHAPTER IS OUT EVERY MONDAY

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<-Chapter 13 - Chapter 15->

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“Mayfeld.”The Mandalorian declared taking a few steps towards the man.

“Hey Mando! Long time. I see you brought Y/N with you. You are as beautiful as the first time I met you, sweetheart.”

Mando blocked Mayfeld’s view, so he couldn’t see you anymore, and he began to talk about why they needed him.

You didn’t really like Mayfeld, but deep down, you knew he wasn’t a bad guy.

“We need coordinates for Moff Gideon’s cruiser.”Mando announced nonchalantly.

“Moff Gideon? Yeah forget it. Just take le back to the scarpyard. I’m not doin’ that.”

“They have the kid.”You exclaimed, clenching your fists tightly in anger.

“The little green guy?”Mayfeld replied, eyebrows raised in wonder.

You nodded.

“So…I help you guys get him back, you guys let me go?”

You giggled, and Cara told him that wasn’t how it worked.

“Well, then what’s in it for me? Can I have a night with the Jedi?”

Cara glared at him threateningly.

“Can I have at least an afternoon with her?”

“No.”Mando said in a lower but frightening tone.

“You are not funny. Maybe a kiss then? Just a kiss from her and I’ll do whatever you want.”Mayfeld gestured to you sitting next to the Mandalorian.

“I said no, she is not for sale.”The bounty hunter almost shouted raising his tone, and already planning to kill the ex-imperial.

“Calm down, Mandalorian.”Fennec interrupted.”He is not gonna lay a finger on her, and if he does, she’ll slice him and you’ll burn his corpse.”

“Nice. I love it.”Mayfeld joked, trying to hide his fear away.

“That’s not fu-“The Mandalorian tried to pronounce but you stopped him with a soft hand on his thigh.

“All right, but here’s the thing. I can’t get those coordinates unless I have access to an internal Imperial terminal. I believe there’s one on Morak.”

Hearing this name made you stare at Mando who was looking at you in return.

“Morak? There’s nothing on Morak.”Mando raised the tone again, but with a caress of yours on his thigh, he began to relax and soothen.

“It’s a secret Imperial mining hub, okay? If you can get me in there, I can get you the coordinates.”

The bounty hunter stared at you, waiting for you answer, you acquiesced, and he commanded Boba Fett to punch in the right coordinates.

“I am not gonna need long inside, so once I get the coordinates, you guys gotta get me the hell out of here.”Mayfled affirmed.

“You get to the roof. I’ll drop in and pull you out.”

“All right. Mayfeld and I will swap out for the drivers in the tunnel.”Cara said looking at the group confidently.

“As much as I’d like to take a road trip with Rebel-dropper here, that’s not gonna work because these Remnant bases are set up and run by ex-ISB. If you get scanned and your genetic signature shows up on any New Republic register, you’re gonna be detected and it’s guns out.”

“Fennec will go.”Mando suggested, scratching his fingers in worry.

The more time we were wasted, the less chances the Child had to remain alive.

“No, I’m wanted by the ISP. I’ll trip the alarm too.”

“Fett?”

“They might recognize my face.”

“so it’s me goin’ there alone. Great!”Mayfeld joked, trying to hide how scared he was.

“I’ll go.”

Mayfeld tried to object but it was to no use.

“I am coming with you. But I won’t be showing my face.”The Mandalorian declared.

“I am going too then.”You shouted loud enough so everyone can hear.

“No, it’s too dangerous.”Mando murmured to you.

“And you are a Jedi, they might know you. We can’t take any risk.”

“They don’t know who I am. They never saw me, and everything on me in this damn universe has been destroyed, so instead of wasted time here, we’re going right now.”

The Mandalorian approached you, took you by the shoulders and tried to take some distance with the group.

“You can’t go, Y/N. It’s dangerous, and if they understand you are a Jedi, you’ll be killed straight away. I won’t take the risk.”He whispered, still holding you by the shoulders.

“Wherever I go, you go, right? Then wherever you go, I go too. Period.”

He sighed and loosened his hold on your arms in a defeated way.

“Great.”Mayfeld exclaimed with an ironical tone.” The more, the merrier, right?”

The Mandalorian was unrecognizable with his new armor on.

Mayfeld began to laugh, and made fun of him, and you kicked him in the crotch.

“Ah! You have a rough one, Mando!”

Mando sighed.

“You look cute, Mando.”You murmured.”Want to take a drink with me after?”

You heard me laugh a bit under his armor, and you smiled, hoping he would relax.

Mando talked with Cara a bit and gave her his armor.

You were sitting next to Mando in that weird thing which was supposed to help you get the coordinates of Moff Gideon. The Mandalorian seemed anxious, and you intertwined your fingers with his and squeezed to reassure him.

“Hey, how’s it feel? I mean c’man, you still get to wear a helmet, right.”Mayfeld tried to annoy Mando.

“Shut up, Mayfeld.”You replied, feeling anger rushing through your body, and your fist ready to punch the man.

“I don’t know how your people do with this thing.”

“Mayfeld, stop talking or I’ll kill you with my bare hands right now.”

“So rough. I like it. You won’t kill me, princess, you need me.”

You clenched your teeth and took a deep breath.

“All right. I am taking this thing off.”The ex-Imperial said, removing his helmet.”Feels better when it’s off.”

“Shut up.”

“Princess, stop flirting with me.”

Your conversation was disturbed by someone talking, and the Mandalorian commanded Mayfeld to keep drivind steady.

“Yeah. Empire. New Republic, it’s all the same for those people. Invaders on their land is all we are.”The ex-Imperial exclaimed, his voice getting on your nerves.

He talked again and again, trying to attract Mando’s attention desperately. You tried to clear your mind, watching the locals and your hand still in Mando’s. These people were looking at you with scorn, and it saddened you. You were an intruder on their land, taking advantage of their resources only for your benefit. How could they love you?

“Control, this is Juggernaut Three.”Someone said over the comms.”We’re coming up on some route interference. Control. Control! We need a new…”

A huge explosion mushroomed some meters away from your truck. The voice told you to maintain the speed and remain cautious, while you heard another explosion.

“This is bad.”You shouted, and at the same moment, you saw aliens trying to jump on your vehicle.

“What was that?”

“Pirates. Keep driving. I’ll take care of it.”The Mandalorian declared, sure of himself.

“Mando, be careful, please.”

He squeezed your hand and nodded, opening the window of the Juggernaut and then climbing on the roof.

“How sweet you two are.”Mayfeld joked.”Quite the impossible love story.”

“I said shut up, Mayfeld!”

You heard screaming, and Mando asked Mayfeld to go faster.

“Be careful with the rhydonium.”You screamed to the Ex-Imperial.

“Going faster is a bad idea!”

“Mando, is everything okay?”You shouted, trying to look up on the window.

“He is a big guy, he can take care of himself, you know?”Mayfeld stated, an annoying smile on his face.

“Shut up.”

“TIE fighters!”You proclaimed.”For once, I am glad to see them.”

The juggernaut crossed the bridge, and the Mandalorian came back sitting next you, safe.

Stormtroopers were saluting you in respect as the vehicle passed. Mayfeld returned the salute, and you pushed Mando a bit in order for him to push the ex-Imperial too.

A crowd was slowly forming around the juggernaut while you, Mando and Mayfeld descended from the vehicle.

“It’s probably in the officer’s mess.”The ex-Imperial murmured, saluting the crowd.

Just at the entrance of the officer’s room, you could perceive officers dining peacefully.

“There it is.”

“Good luck.”The Mandalorian declared, watching you carefully not to lose you with all those stormtroopers.

You and Mando watched Mayfeld come back and murmured that he couldn’t do it because of his ex-officer.

“Give me the data stick.”The bounty commanded.

“It’s not gonna work. In order to access the network, the terminal has to scan your face.”

“Give it to me.”He repeated louder this time.

You watched the Mandalorian glancing at the officers’room, saluting one officer and then heading towards the terminal. And then, when you didn’t expect the most, the man you loved removed his helmet, only to show his brown and soft hair and his pale skin. You gasped.

You and Mayfeld caught the officer advanced towards the Mandalorian, and pulling you with him, the ex-Imperial went to Mando’s rescue.

“This is my Commander, officer, TK-593, sir. I am Imperial Combat Assault Transport Lieutenant TK-111, and this is Commander TK-666 with me. I am afraid you’ll have to speak up to him a little bit since his vessel lost pressure in Taanab.”Mayfeld told his ex-officer with an impressing confidence and gesturing to the Mandalorian.

The officer eyebrowed Mando and then you.

“You.”He pointed his finger at your face.”Remove your helmet.”

“Yes, sir.”You replied, removing your helmet obediently.

To say the officer was shocked to see you was an understatement. He glared at you, and stared at your feet, your stomach, and then your face, scrutinizing every bit of you.

“What’s your name, Officer?”The man shouted to Mando.

Din looked at Mayfeld and then he crossed your gaze. Finally, you could see his features. His brown eyes were in yours, and you never wanted him to have a helmet again. Seeing him for the first time in a so uncommon place was disturbing, but at the same time pleasing. Of course, you were sad that he had to break his Creed, but deep down, you were glad to see his face. Now, you could place a face to your love.

“We just call him, Brown Eyes. Isn’t that right, Officer? Let’s go fill out those TPS reports, so we can go recharge the power colis.”

You began to walk towards the exit, but it was too good to be true.

“You are not dismissed.”Valin Hess exclaimed.

You stopped in your tracks, grazed Din’s hand and turned back to the Officer.

“You the tank troopers that delivered the shipment of rhydonium?”

“Yes, sir.”You all replied at the same time.

Valin Hess stared at Din, scanning him cautiously. You held his hand and squeezed it in reassurance.

“Well, you three managed to be the only transport today to deliver their shipment. Come with me.”

The Officer patted Mando and Mayfeld’s shoulders, and let his hand wandered along your waist.

“Let’s get a drink, Brown Eyes.”

You sat beside the Mandalorian, his thigh against yours.

Mayfeld and Valin began to talk, and you felt tension rose across the room. In a rapid motion, the ex-Imperial shot Valin Hess impulsively with his blaster.

“Shit!”You shouted, drawing out your gun and shooting a stormtrooper.

The Mandalorian followed you and shot two Imperial Officers.

Mayfeld gave the helmet back to Mando.

“You did what you had to.”The ex-Imperial stated.”I never saw your face.”

You watched Din hesitating with the helmet. Without thinking, you grabbed his face, caressed his cheek, and then kissed his lips tenderly. You put your hand on his hair while the other was stroking his cheek.

When you pulled away, breathless, the Mandalorian intertwined his lips with yours again, his hands fondling your hips softly.

“I don’t want to interrupt you, lovebirds, but now we need to run.”

Pulling away, you tried to catch your breath while Din put his helmet back on, holding your hand firmly.

You wanted to think about Din’s face and how soft his lips felt on yours and how brown his hair was, but it wasn’t the time. Stormtroopers were coming your way, and you needed to make it alive.

While walking close to a window, you shot many stormtroopers. Mando helped you climb the window as shoretroopers were trying to kill both of you.

The Mandalorian let you climb the ladder first after Mayfeld, fearing you would fall.

Climbing on the roof, you discovered Boba Fett’s ship coming your way.

The Mandalorian jumped first, and then Mayfeld.

“Come on, Y/N. Jump!”Mando screamed at you, ready to catch you.

You jumped and fell on the Mandalorian’s arms.

“Thank you for helping.”Mando declared to Mayfeld, grateful.

“Huh, good luck gettin’ your kid back. And take care of this one.”Mayfeld said gesturing to you.”She is a tough one, but a princess at the heart.

You smiled and snuggled against the Mandalorian’s armor, and for the first time you didn’t care about people watching you together.

“Take me back.”Mayfeld declared and Cara let him go.

You had seen the Mandalorian without his helmet. Now, you knew what he looked like. You had kissed him, and without his helmet, and he had kissed you back. You were everything to each other. Wherever you went, he went. If he fell, you fell. The only thing missing was the Child. No matter what, you would take him back. And you would be a family again.

A clan of three.

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⬇️Chapter 15⬇️

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[TEASER]

kim seokjin/reader 

genre: mermaid/pirate au, pirate seokjin, mermaid y/n, romance, angst, pinning 

warning(s): crimes obvs., violence, minor character deaths, kidnapping, illegal hunting of mermaids, cursing, pirate banter 

w.count: 1.2k [teaser] 

Series | One-shot | Two-shot | Drabble [Rated: T] 

summary: A band of pirates raising a mermaid is just a tall-tale; except for one pirate crew who takes the situation literally.  After adopting a baby of the sea, they raise it as one of their own. The problem? Mermaids are only part of a wide branch of mythical creatures that are captured and sold. This crew has to keep her identity a secret and years later when she finds herself on the threshold of discovery, she’s scared to look to her crew- her family- for rescue.  Not wanting to bring them down with her, she attempts to handle the situation on her own. However, her current captain and childhood friend won’t let her go in alone.

[Pro-tip: Seokjin + Y/n are both kids in this teaser lol]

He didn’t know if you even knew, but there was a reason he always asks you to keep your hair long as well.  His father, the captain, had told him once that the scales on the back of your neck were the one thing a mermaid cannot conceal.  That's why they always have long hair or hide it with scarves or high shirts on land.  Those iridescent scales of yours were the one thing to give you away and instead of telling you to keep your hair long for safety, he had told you that he preferred it longer.  

It wasn't a lie, per se.  He did prefer your hair long, it was shiny and pretty like seashells.  But he couldn’t just say that. Oh, no no no. Boys don’t compliment girls like that.  Too embarrassing- he was a future captain! He had to be manly! 

“I think dad said we’re docking in Neave tomorrow evening for shipment details and restock on items. We can sneak off the ship when everyone’s asleep and go swimming!” He whispered with the thrill of sneaking away from his parents- as he’s not supposed to- and going with you to swim and jeopardize your identity no less.  

“You’re crazy,” you told him with a huffy eye roll. “Let’s do it,” you said, agreeing nonetheless with a smile.

You and Seokjin snuck around the ship like ants the following morning, scrambling to get chores and duties finished so you both could clear up the evening for your silent plan of some late night swimming practice. Your father Calvin, and Seokjin’s father, Captain Hillian watched with suspecting eyes as you both gathered at the quarterdeck of the ship with excited steps and hushed giggles as the port of Neave approached closer with each wave. 

The moment the ship eased into port and the gangway was pushed from deck to port, you and Seokjin dashed off, sprinting down the spine red wooden board and jumping onto the deck.  Seokjin wobbling as he took a few test steps, not used to the ground beneath his feet not swaying on the ocean waves. The crew laughed at the two of you as you pushed Seokjin around, watching him lose his balance before attempting to chase you- a poor attempt at the very least.  A patch of seaweed looked more appealing than his poor excuse for a walk cycle on land. 

“Seokjin, Y/n!” You both paused your childish antics when you heard Captain Hillian’s low toned voice call behind the both of you.  You both slowly turned as you saw he'd him lounging over the ships railing.  “Don’t you both go causing trouble or else I’m going to be forced to have you both stay on board.” You winced as you remembered the last time you got forced to stay on board at port. You couldn’t even sneak off, the crew members watched you both like hawks. 

“Yes, sir!” Seokjin shouted back before he slightly elbowed you- grinning to make sure you were still aware of the idea of swimming later.  A sign of ‘no take backs’ he locked you in. He grabbed your elbow before he bolted into town.  You both had been here a few times before, so that helped navigate down the dusty roads. 

He finally stopped zipping around and let go of your arm he had nearly yanked off of your shoulder.  He turned to you, looking behind you and around to make sure no pirates followed.  He got closer to you in excitement, you could see stars in his eyes. 

“I took some coins from my dad's dresser top,” he started as he showed the small leather bound pouch on his belt. “We can get some pears or something to eat! I hear they imported some from overseas in the west and they’re way better than apples!” 

“Seokjin! You took coins from the captain?! If he finds out, he’s gonna tie you to the mast and tell by the way you scream when a violent wave is coming!” You hushly scolded as he just waved it off.  

“It was just a few, it’s not like he’ll go bankrupt or something because he left money laying around. He had it coming! Besides,” he sprung up a finger in his case, “he’s more likely to dangle me from the crows nest.” He stated as he started sauntering off. 

“That’s not any better!” You chased him with a stupid grin on your face- the idea of him hanging from above as he kicked and panicked a bit too amusing. Following his jokester back into the market, he finally grabbed your hand, a wave of anxiousness flooding him when he finally remembered that you were a mermaid in disguise.  He just smiled, making you promise not to run off and keep a hold of his hand.  

Just as he said, he walked to a fresh fruit stand and felt around for a perfect, soft pear of the lightest shade of green he could find.  Tossing a few coins to the seller, he took a bite, shocked at how sweet and soft it tasted.  When he held it out for you, you took a bite of the opposite side of the fruit, just as astonished.  

You both boasted about how you needed to convince the crew to stock up on a few of them, maybe serve them with the fish you ate constantly.  Of course, you’d have to do so without spilling the beans about taking the Captain’s money. You both were sat on a pile of abandoned crates for longer than you both realized until a crew member came and found you both by chance.  The sun was starting to dip and he advised you to head back to the ship before the Captain or Calvin throws a fit. 

For a pirate and adoptive father figure, Calvin was fairly protective over you and your well being. He didn’t really seem to care that you were a mermaid and the Captain had told you time and time again that he treated you like you were his own flesh and blood. You and Seokjin began to climb up the steep gangway of the ship as crew mates passed you by.  

Calvin stopped you before you re-boarded the ship.  Clapping your shoulder and rocking you back and forth with a strong, firm grip of a father.  

“Now, you behave and stay on board while we’re out,” he told you with a small smile.  He hated to admit it to your small, childish face, but you knew that ‘out’ meant he and the rest of the men were going to visit a pub and get what action they could for a night and a pretty penny.  You nodded at him. “Don’t let Seokjin drag you around either. Do you understand, Sweet Pea?”

“Yes, I do,” you curled your teeth in as you wet your lips trying not to smile.  Smiling while looking at your father is a dead giveaway that you’re lying.  A skill he’s teaching you, but can see right through.  As a pirate and member of this crew, you were being taught all the skills as Seokjin and the other men. 

Lying, theft- of large and petty crimes- combat, negotiation, even navigation.  Of course, you had no interest in navigation until Seokjin called a strike and refused to learn it unless you learned it with him.  However, once you began and started charting stars and learning about the seas and maps, you were so glad his pettiness made you start.  You enjoyed it.

-x-x-x-

[quiche-pocket]

So You Think Your Boss Is A Cult Leader, Steve Harrington?

Steve Harrington has a new boss when he starts at the video store. There are three things about him of which Steve is sure:

He speaks some sort of gibberish language that sounds made up

He is on first name basis with high school girls when he has to be at least 30

The dude is clearly up to something and it’s up to Steve to stop him

A/N: I posted a teaser yesterday of what this insanity is about, but as a recap: This story is a gen fic crossover involving Steve Harrington and some other special Stranger Things characters, and Marco Ilsø who plays Hvitserk Lothbrook on the show Vikings. It came about because a video on Instagram back in July showed Marco standing on the side of the road waiting for his brother and he looks lost, and like a little old confused man. Somehow Steve Harrington got pulled into the madness and this is the brain child that came out. This happens post Season 3 of Stranger Things but there should not be any spoilers. Thanks as always to @athroatfullofglass and @x-valhalla for letting me bounce things off of them and helping it make sense! Thank you so much all of you that stop to read this, I know it’s a bit nuts but it’s been so much fun so I hope you all like it also!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Their names and likeness belong to the people themselves or the creators. I make no profit off of using the names this is all for fun because I have no sense! The Steve and Dustin gif is from @lunatician and the Marco gif was made by the beautiful allvikingsgifs who is no longer on tumblr.

Warnings: This is PG I would think, possibly Teen. There is a bit of language by minors and adults as well as parties involving high school kids drinking and smoking weed and talking about sex. Also, please note that in this first part Steve is not very sympathetic or understanding of Marco, who he is suspicious of because he is newish to town and speaks another language. Please bear with me in this and remember that these kids have been through a lot with the Russians and the doctors and scientists and everyone. They are likely to be suspicious of everyone, it’s just Steve’s turn this time.  

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“So I hear you’re best friends with a bunch of children,” Steve heard from behind him near the end of his first shift at the video store. He pulled his fingers through his hair and took a steadying breath hating this conversation.  

“They aren’t children anymore, they’re high schoolers. But yeah, I spend time with people younger than me. It’s not creepy though!” He said defiantly and spun around to face his new boss. Yelling at him was probably not a great first impression but how does everyone know about Dustin and the rest of them when they’ve never been to the store? Hawkins isn’t that small.  

“Hey, man, no judgement I was just making conversation. High school, though? They cool?” Marco, his boss, was leaning back against the back counter where the tapes were tossed to reshelf. He wasn’t in uniform as it should have been his day off but he was checking up on the new employees, so he had on a peach colored silk shirt with a loud pattern and blue jeans with his black converse.  

“Yeah they’re cool. Well, a couple of them. The girls are a bit weird, but that’s a whole other situation. One of them’s got a shitty home life and the other... I guess she has a pretty shitty home life too. But yeah, they’re cool.” Steve turned and greeted a couple of girls who had just come in the door. He kicked up the charm and flipped his hair before jumping over the counter and heading over to them.  

“Hey Marco,” one of the girls giggled and waved. He grinned and started organizing the tapes on the counter.

“So, Marco,” the same girlish voice came from behind him and he walked over to the register, leaning on the counter so they were eye to eye.  

“What’s up, Becky? You here to get the ones I told you about on Saturday?”  

Steve was standing off to the side watching the exchange with morbid curiosity. As soon as he’d walked over to the girls, they had split and not given him the time of day. Then they had been giggling and whispering before Becky, apparently, went to talk to his boss. It didn’t look like Marco was flirting, but the girl definitely was. She was blushing and tucking her hair behind her ear and leaning in whenever she had something to say. Steve didn’t have trouble with the ladies so much anymore, but he had never seen someone work it this easily outside of high school jocks.  

“Rita let’s go!” Becky called and she straightened the hem of her bright colored mini skirt before flouncing off to the door, her friend materializing from behind a rack. “See you on Saturday Marco!” Both girls giggled again and waved. Steve watched his boss smirk and wave back.  

“Have a good day, girls!” Steve called and they both froze, staring at him, before bursting into shrieking laughter and running out the door.  

To say Steve was embarrassed was putting it mildly. Marco hadn’t commented on the reaction of Becky and her friend, but Steve heard a snicker before his back was turned. Heading back behind the counter he started to get ready to hand the shift over to Robin when she got there in a bit. No one else was in the store, Marco had gone into the back office again, so Steve leaned against the counter to think over what he had just witnessed.  

Steve knew very little about his new boss, but he knew he was older and had been in town off and on since Steve had graduated from high school and just like everyone else in this town, he seemed to have some baggage. He had a weird accent and was very private from what Steve could tell. His taste in movies and music was killer, though, Steve had to respect the man for that. But what the hell was he doing hanging out with high school girls on the weekends? Was the guy a creep? Had Steve completely misread him? Maybe he did stuff with a church? Or did he teach classes at the YMCA? Maybe he did tutoring like Nancy did. Marco didn’t seem like the kind of guy to help underprivileged kids, but clearly Steve didn’t know enough about him to rule it out. 

“Hey dingus!” Steve’s head fell to the counter when he heard Robin’s telltale greeting. “How many did you strike out with this time?”

“None, thank you very much...” He was about to defend himself when another voice joined in.

“Two, actually.” Steve whirled around again to face Marco who was leaning against the door frame, eyes laughing. “At the same time.” Robin let out a howl of laughter and this time Marco did join in. There was a bond between them that made Steve nervous. Any time Robin sided with someone else against Steve it never worked out well. He’d need to look somewhere else for backup on what this guy’s story is.  

“Fun as this is, if you’re here Robin then I’m out. Got a date tonight!” Robin rolled her eyes and punched him in the shoulder.  

“A night at home with your door locked and a bottle of lotion is not a date, dingus.” Steve did not dignify that with a response, choosing to make a face at her like the mature adult that he was at eighteen years old. She just waved her hand dismissing him and went behind the counter to start organizing the tapes to go back.  

Steve heard Marco say something that sounded like gibberish and Robin laughed.

“Ja, han er en idiot*,” Robin replied. Steve understood the last word and turned to glare at her. That’s it, Steve decided, if Robin had joined a cult with this asshole where they speak in code he was going to get to the bottom of it. Time to bring in reinforcements.  

*Yeah, he’s an idiot

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Steve knocked on the door and waited anxiously, shifting his weight between his feet.  

“Steve, hello! What a nice surprise,” Mrs. Henderson opened the door, holding a struggling cat in one arm.

“Hi Mrs. H. how are you? I wanted to stop by and see if Dustin was here?”  

“Yes of course, he’s upstairs! Come in. Would you like juice or some lemonade?” She asked, still trying to wrestle the cat and usher Steve into the entryway.  

“Oh no thanks, Mrs. H. I actually can’t stay long I just need to talk to Dustin really fast. New cat?” He asked, feeling awkward now just standing there with her.

“Yes! Dusty got him for me for my birthday, isn’t he perfect?” To be honest, the cat looked a little deranged but who was Steve to ruin this sweet woman’s view of her new pet.  

“Yeah, yeah he’s great.” Steve gingerly held a hand out to the cat when Dustin’s mom lifted him closer. The cat slashed the air with one lightning fast paw and Steve leapt backwards, knocking into the stair banister and kicking the coat rack.  

“Mom?” Dustin called down the stairs at the commotion. “Is everything okay?” There were footsteps and suddenly a curly haired face appeared at the top of the stairs peering down anxiously. The expression cleared immediately when he saw Steve. “Hey buddy! What’s up? Come on up, I’m just getting started on a new project.”

Steve waved at Mrs. Henderson and gave a wide berth to avoid the cat while going around the banister to meet Dustin.

“Dusty don’t kill the power today, okay? The neighbors are getting mad. You boys have fun, though,” and with that she headed down the hallway to what Steve knew was the kitchen. She’d likely be up in a few minutes with a plate of snacks and some juice.  

Steve hurried up the steps and followed Dustin into his room.  

“What’s up, man? I didn’t know you were coming by today. I’ve got a new game, wanna play?”  

“No, Dustin, I’m here because we have a problem.” Steve’s eyes were slightly manic and Dustin froze before going into panic mode.  

“What! What happened! Is it the Russians? Did the gate open again? We have to call Eleven!” Dustin started to flail around grabbing at the walkie-talkie before Steve hit him upside the head to get his attention.

“No it’s not that!” Steve took a deep breath, drawing out the drama to maximum levels. “It’s my boss.”

“At the video store?”  

“No shit at the video store! He’s up to something, man, and I don’t know what it is. I can’t ask Robin to help because I think he’s got her involved in it too! They were speaking in code today and I just know he’s recruiting her into some government experiment or cult or something!” Steve’s voice rose and became higher pitched as he talked. Dustin started to look panicked again.

“Okay okay. Start at the beginning.” Dustin went to his desk and pulled out a notebook and a pen, looking at Steve expectantly.

“Well he speaks this weird language and it sounds totally made up. He talks out of the corner of his mouth, which he doesn’t do when he’s talking to me like normal people.”

“You mean talking to you in English?” Dustin asked and there was a small smirk on his lips.

“Yeah. Shut up it’s weird.” Steve replied defensively.

“Sure, I bet it’s totally weird man. What else makes you think he’s up to something besides his made up language?”  

“Well, he’s got to be old, right? Like 30. And he’s talking to Becky and Rita at the store about hanging out on the weekend. What adult hangs out with people that much younger than him?” Steve was pacing and missed Dustin rolling his eyes.  

“Okay so he speaks another language. And he hangs out with high schoolers. And he works with you at the video store.” Dustin trailed off. “What else have you got?”  

Steve looked at him in exasperation.  

“Isn’t that enough? Dude is weird. And Robin likes him. Robin doesn’t like anybody but she’s in there laughing and joking with him and talking in that weird code. We need to do some digging, Dustin, this guy is bad news.”  

“Wait, is this about Robin? Dude we’ve been over this. You and she have been over this. It’s never ever going to happen without some serious work being done on your part and even then...” Steve threw a pillow from Dustin’s bed at him.  

“No this is not about Robin!” Steve cried. “This is about a creepy stranger who I work for and I think he’s up to some gnarly stuff and needs to be stopped! Are you going to help me or not? Please don’t make me go to Nancy, Jonathan is visiting and I don’t want to deal with them.”

“I’ll help, dude. We need to set up surveillance. When does he work next? Maybe we can go over to his house and look through the windows and garbage. Or we can try and follow him this weekend?”

“Let’s start at the house, he should be at work all day tomorrow. I want to get to the bottom of this as quickly as possible.” Steve gave a determined nod and that was the end of that conversation.

“All right, we will go tomorrow after school and look around. Don’t worry buddy, we’ll figure this out whatever it is!” Dustin held his hand out and they shook on it then Steve sat down and watched Dustin set up his new game.  

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While waiting outside the high school for Dustin to come out, Steve had a lot of time to think about what they were about to do. He’d done plenty of spying and sneaking around over the years, mostly with Dustin and the others, but this time was different. It felt more personal and therefor more dangerous.  

A bang on his window brought Steve out of his deep thoughts and he flailed before he heard the loud bursts of laughter from outside his car. Dustin was at the passenger window with his hands on his knees gasping for breath between guffaws and Lucas was just behind him pointing and drawing even more attention. Steve leaned over and unlocked the door and Dustin got in front and Lucas in the back.  

“Uh, I thought it was just you and me, man,” Steve glanced behind him at Lucas who was still snickering while putting his seatbelt on.

“Well, I figured we could use a lookout or something, and Lucas is good at finding clues and stuff. Would you rather I brought Mike?” Dustin cocked his head and Steve rolled his eyes.

“No. Don’t be stupid. It’s fine, let’s just go.”  

As they drove through town the two younger boys bantered about some science experiment Dustin claims Lucas and Will ruined. Lucas said it was Mike’s fault. Dustin said it was Lucas’s. Steve was getting a headache and they hadn’t even gotten to the house yet.  

It wasn’t hard to find the house Marco had bought a few months before. It was close to the video store and the gas station. The yard was well kept but bare except for one tree and two bushy shrubs near the front window. No cars were in the driveway as they expected, so Steve drove down to the end of the street and parked before they circled back to the house on foot and crept around to where the trash can was.  

“Okay, you two start here, I’m going to see if I can see anything through the windows back there. Thank God it’s not a two story house.” Steve sighed and the other two looked like they were going to protest at being on trash duty so he took off around the side of the house before they could start.  

Steve looked in the kitchen window first as it was the first one he came to. Nothing seemed out of place. There was a small table with two bar stools, a loaf of bread on the counter and some dirty dishes in the sink. Boring. Moving along the wall he looked in on a living room with a TV and VCR and way more seating than a single guy would need. There were those small blankets that the Wheeler’s have on their couches and chairs. Steve even saw coasters to put under drinks. Did this dude have a girlfriend no one knew about? Was he gay and was trying to impress a new boyfriend? He didn’t seem like he was, but Robin always said Steve’s gaydar was missing. What was this guy’s deal?

“Steve! Come here!” He heard Lucas call and he jogged over to the trash can.  

“So, mostly we found chip and cracker bags, egg cartons, bologna and cheese packages and hamburger meat wrappers...” Dustin rattled off quickly.

“Okay, food trash. You didn’t call me over here for that did you? Besides that being a lot of trash for one guy.” Steve interrupted.  

“No!” Lucas yelled and Steve glared at him. “Look what’s in the bottom!”  

Steve peered over the side of the can and saw the bottom third was full of alcohol bottles. Not beer. Hard alcohol. Spirits or whatever the snobby people his parents used to bring around called it. There was everything from tequila to whiskey and none of it looked like the stuff Steve and his friends normally drank. It looked halfway decent but there was so much. No way one guy drank this much between pickup days which brought him back to his discoveries spying in the windows.  

“Well maybe he doesn’t live alone,” he started but Dustin cut him off.

“Steve no one has ever seen anyone with him. He’s not dating any of the girls in town.” Lucas and Dustin looked at each other and were about to go off on another tangent that Steve wouldn’t be able to break up.

“No, shut up listen! His house is weird. There are way too many places to sit and he has those blankets like they have over at the Wheeler’s cause Mrs. Wheeler thinks they look good. And he has coasters! No bachelor has coasters. So he’s either got a girlfriend. Or he’s gay. But that doesn’t change the fact that it’s weird no one has ever seen him with someone!” Steve ended defensively.

“Or maybe,” Dustin’s eyes were shining. “Maybe he has his mom in the basement like,” he looked at Lucas and they finished together, “Norman Bates in Psycho!”  

Steve stared at them both. Everyone was officially loony again and that’s all there is to it. The younger boys looked back at him like they were thinking the same thing about Steve.  

“Look. It doesn’t matter what you two are talking about. Whatever the reason he has all that fancy stuff is, he’s still a weirdo and he’s bringing Robin into his cult and possibly all the other teenage girls in town! He’s the next Charles Manson unless we stop him.” Steve had that manic look in his eyes again and Dustin stepped forward with a cautious hand extended to try and appease him.  

“I’m not totally sure what quilts and blankets and coasters have to do with cults, but I think we need to calm down a little bit buddy. This guy is someone who moved into town a little while ago and no one really knows him.”

“Except Robin and all the other girls.” Steve interrupted. Dustin sighed.  

“Yes. Except Robin and the two other girls who you can prove know of him, except that only one actually spoke to him. So two girls that are younger than him. Do you know who else hangs out with two girls that are younger than him?” Dustin and Lucas look at Steve with innocent eyes but are obviously holding back snickers.  

“Shut up both of you! It’s not the same and you know it. I’ve known you guys forever, and I don’t hang out with El and Max, I hang out with you guys sometimes and they happen to be there. But either way!” his voice rose and Steve started to walk back to the street so he could go to his car. “Either way, this was helpful. We know he’s an alcoholic and may have a woman staying with him or he’s gay. He speaks in gibberish. And he talks to, and associates with, girls who are more than ten years younger than him I’d bet. That’s enough for me. I say we get ready to follow him this weekend. I’m off on Saturday, I’ll pick both of you up and we can do some more investigating and follow him around.” At that he strode off with newfound purpose.  

The house hadn’t provided the concrete evidence he had hoped for, like a body laying out on the table with machines hooked up to it. Or a group of naked people having a drum circle in the yard like he saw in that Manson family documentary Nancy and Jonathan made him watch with them. The house did provide more proof that Marco was weird and that Steve needed to work a little harder to find out exactly what his damage was.  

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Saturday morning Dustin showed up at Steve’s house on his bike alone, thank God. He didn’t want to deal with the others today it was stressful enough. Robin had been asking questions the whole day before about what his plans were for today. She would not accept his answer of spending time with his parents so he had to tell her he and Dustin were hanging out.  

“All right dude here’s the plan. You are going to go down to the store and see if he’s there. See if you can hear anything. I’ll wait out back and see if anything looks weird back there.” Dustin gave a mocking salute and headed to the front of the building.  

Steve wandered and checked the back of the store. Nothing looked out of place or unusual. There were boxes and trash typical of getting new stock to the store. It looked like today was going to be just as much of a bust as going to the house had been. That’s when he heard a voice from an open window right above him. He dove behind his car and pulled out the recorder he’s started carrying everywhere thanks to Dustin and the others.

“Nej jeg tror fire vil gøre,” * Steve craned his neck as far as he could. There it was again! Who was he talking to on the phone in that gibberish?  

“Har du dem lige nu? Jeg har venner over.” * Marco paused as the person on the other end responded.  

“Ja det vil være fint. Fire af dem, og hvis du har kablerne til at gå med det jeg har brug for dem også.” *

“Tak. Jeg kommer forbi lageret i aften.” *

The back door to the store banged open loudly and Marco stepped out. He ran his fingers through his hair and tilted his face up to the sun. Moments like this and he looked perfectly normal, but then the conversation Steve had overheard came to mind and he remembered the objective. Marco sat down on the steps and lit a cigarette. The smell wafted over and Steve’s mouth watered. He hadn’t had a cigarette in months and the smell was almost too tempting. Steve stayed hidden behind his car the whole time Marco was out there but no other developments were discovered. As Marco stood and dusted his pants, Steve saw Dustin coming around the corner. He waved his hands trying to get the kid’s attention but Dustin didn’t notice until he was too close.  

“Hey, aren’t you the kid who was just inside talking to Robin?” Marco called out and Steve sunk down by the wheel of his car praying to whoever listened that he wouldn’t come any closer.  

“Uh...” Dustin froze.  

“Wait, you’re one of Steve’s friends too, right? You know both of them?” Marco’s voice was getting closer and Dustin’s eyes flashed to Steve before he walked around the car to keep Marco from coming any closer and discovering him.  

“Uh, yeah. Steve. Yeah he and I are buds. He’s how I met Robin, they used to work together at the ice cream place in the mall. He’s cool, though. Steve’s helped me a lot. He’s awesome.” Never before had Steve been so grateful for how easily Dustin can ramble.  

“Yeah, he seems cool, just kind of quiet.” Marco replied thoughtfully. “So what are you doing back here?”  

“Oh uh....” Steve closed his eyes and willed Dustin to be convincing. “I’m uh working on a school project and uh we have to use scraps and stuff so uh Robin told me I could look in the trash back here?” Dustin’s voice rose in tone at the end making him sound unsure but hopefully Marco didn’t notice.  

“Cool. Help yourself, man.” Footsteps started walking back toward the open door and Steve let out a sigh of relief. “Hey, kid, wait a second. What’s your name?”

“Who me?” Dustin’s voice cracked. Steve was going to have to work with him on keeping cool under pressure. Luckily Marco laughed.

“Yeah, kid, what’s your name?”

“Dustin. Dustin Henderson.”

“Well Dustin Henderson, I’m Marco since we haven’t officially met. I have these get togethers on Saturday nights at my house, just some cool people hanging out. There’s one tonight. If you’re interested you should stop by.” Steve’s jaw dropped and he almost leapt out from behind his car to swing on this creep!  

“Uh, yeah sure sounds good. Thanks!” Dustin sounded panicked and Steve closed his eyes again praying they make it through this.  

“Cool. I’ll see you tonight then maybe.” The back door banged shut and Dustin ran around Steve’s car.  

“DID YOU HEAR THAT?!” He shrieked and Steve shushed him and pulled Dustin down on the ground next to him.

“Yes I heard! The window is still open keep your voice down!” He growled and Dustin apologized. “Before you came around I heard him on the phone in his office, he was talking in that other language again. I recorded it so we can try and translate back at your house. But what the hell was he inviting you to? You have to go! Bring Lucas or Will with you, but you have to go and see what it is that he does!”  

“Are you crazy?! I’m not going to be bait!” Dustin was shrieking again and Steve jumped up, pulling him along and getting into the car.  

“You won’t be bait! We’ll be there with you. I’ll be down the street since I’m not invited to whatever freaky thing he’s got planned, but this is the best way to figure it out. Just go long enough to see what he’s up to and then you can come out and I’ll take you home. Deal?”

Dustin sighed and rolled his eyes. Steve smirked knowing he’d won.

“Deal. But you had better be there waiting for me to come out. I’m talking car running, door open, I jump in as you’re rolling by!”

“Don’t be so dramatic, everything will be fine.” Steve made his tone nonchalant. He wasn’t about to admit that he was just as nervous as Dustin.  

*No I think four will do

*Do you have them right now? I’m having some friends over

*Yeah that’s fine. Four of those and if you have the cables to go with it I need those too.

* Thanks. I’ll come by the warehouse tonight.

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“So he’s asking about some kind of equipment that requires cables and he’s going to pick them up today maybe?” Dustin was pacing around his bedroom.  

It had taken over an hour for them to translate what Marco said during his phone call. Now that they had the one side of the conversation nothing made any more sense than before. Steve had finally convinced Dustin that going to this thing at Marco’s was going to be fine and they had two escape plans in place. Don’t let it be said that after getting stuck or kidnapped the third time that these two hadn’t learned something.  

“I have no idea what it means, but if he’s getting them today then maybe you’ll find out tonight?” Steve suggested as he was digging through Dustin’s closet. “Dude. Do you have anything with a collar?”  

“A collar? What? What do I need a collar for?”  

“To hide the wire, duh! That way we can stick the mic out the collar and hide it. You can record everything at the thing.” Steve kept pulling out shirts and checking them but Dustin let out a sigh and pushed him out of the way. He dug into the back of the closet and pulled out a hideously patterned short sleeved shirt, throwing it at Steve’s head.

“Will that work?” Dustin asked.  

“I mean, yeah if you’re doing a side job as a kid’s birthday clown!” Steve was cracking up but Dustin didn’t find it funny at all and just stared. “I’m joking. Kind of, but this thing is hideous dude. It’ll work, though.” He tossed the shirt back to Dustin who went to the bathroom to shower and get dressed. Steve was going to work on Dustin’s hair like he did for the last dance. The goal was to get him looking nice enough that no one would notice if he was hanging around Marco too much. Or if he had a microphone taped to his upper chest. Before tonight was over Steve wanted absolute proof that his boss was up to something shady because the more he saw and heard of him, the stranger things seemed.  

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There were a few cars on the street outside of Marco’s house when Steve drove by with Dustin and Mike. Steve was surprised it was Mike that came and not Lucas, but Dustin said Mike was really into it when he told him what was going on. The number of cars didn’t match the mass of shadows that Steve saw behind the blinds, though.  

“Okay, you two know the plan?” Steve turned in his seat to see Dustin next to him and Will with his long legs spread in the back. They both nodded but Steve raised an eyebrow. Dustin rolled his eyes.  

“We go in, we see who’s there and what is going on. If we see anything that looks like a sacrifice or “special kool aid we leave immediately. If everything looks okay then we find Marco and we record what he says. We want to know what he’s doing and why it’s such a secret and what his master plan is.” Will recited back in a monotone.  

“Good. Okay, I’m going to be right out here so if anything happens you just yell out a door or a window or whatever and I’m coming in. I wish there was a way to have you guys take the walkie talkie.”

“Steve,” Dustin interrupted, “It’s too big. We talked about it and there’s no way. We’ll be okay.” He looked in the back and Mike nodded. Dustin nodded back. “Yeah. We’ll be okay. We’ll be out in a couple of hours with an update or to go home.”  

Steve watched them get out of the car and he rolled the windows down. He wished he could go in there with them, but it would have been too suspicious. Dustin seemed more confident so Steve should be too. When the boys got to the door and Marco opened it, Steve caught a glimpse of two girls just behind him, but then the door shut quickly. Now all he could do was wait.  

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Cold-Hearted (A Bucky Barnes Fic) Chapter 6

A/N: Hello beautiful people! I managed to get another chapter of Cold-Hearted done today and this one is a long one! But it’s a real heartstopper. Disclaimer again: I don’t own any rights to Marvel or its characters.

Warning: Mentions of abuse and domestic violence

Chapter 6

Three months later.

It's been three months since I joined the Avengers and everything has been great. I showed Nat my design for my Avengers uniform once she got back from her mission with Steve and Wanda, and blushed.

“Aw so you wanna based your look on me. How sweet,” she told me.

I smiled sheepishly. “Yeah well, your fighting style is the one I resemble with the most so I figured I can base my uniform off yours too.” It was a standard black jumpsuit similar to how Nat's looked only with lines of navy blue lining it out. I wear my late father's dog tags around my neck along with black leather gloves, black combat boots, and a navy blue belt around my waist which hold two Escrima sticks that can transform into a bo staff. Tony was nice enough to have the Escrima sticks have high voltage tasers on the end of them, perfect for stunning people. I denied carrying a firearm like she does though, because I told her my intent really isn't to kill. She understood but offered to teach me marksmanship skills during training.

Bucky helped with that too since he is very skilled with a firearm himself. Speaking of him, our friendship has improved for the best. We talk a lot more, we have meals together, go on missions together, and we still train together too. I managed to beat him a few times around, him telling me how impressed he was about my improvement.

The tension between is still there too although neither of us want to admit it. We would always catch ourselves staring at one another and blush in embarrassment whenever one of us stares back. The other members have picked up on the awkwardness between us. Steve and Sam would tease Bucky about it while Tony would jokingly try to give him dating advice. Nat and Wanda would giggle every time they catch me staring at Bucky and Nat would always tell me afterwards: “Don't worry, you'll get him next time.”

Despite the awkward moments, we never let our personal feelings get in the way of completing our missions.

It was a warm June day and everyone was relaxing outside when we got a message from Steve about an emergency meeting. We all met in the meeting room where Tony and Rhodey were already seated. I sat next to Wanda and Sam and once everyone was seated Steve spoke up.

“We got a trafficking ring on the outskirts of D.C. they're trading military weapons, serums, intel and even people to anyone willing to buy.”

“La Arana?” I asked. “I thought they imploded once we took down Suarez.”

“Worse,” Rhodey spoke up. “They come and go as if no one knew they were there in the first place. Their goal is to help other countries increase their own defenses to make them unstoppable against upcoming forces that may threaten them in the future.”

“In other words using illegal weapons and kidnapping people to use against us.” Tony chimed in.

“Who's it run by?” Natasha asked.

“All we got on the leader is his alias. Smoke. Expert marksman, combat fighter, definitely military training. He can take down an entire group by himself and nobody would see him coming.” Steve said.

“So he's a ghost?” Sam questioned.

“A ghost with an intent to turn countries into war zones because he hates the Avengers.” Tony deadpanned.

“The last time we saw Smoke's trafficking ring pop up on our radar was at this location 20 minutes ago. More than likely making an exchange. If we can get to them first, maybe we figure out where the head of their operation is.” Steve said. “Since this is a big organization we're all going to be involved in this one. We leave in 10 minutes.”

We all nodded in understanding. “This is the biggest mission we've had yet,”  I thought. The adrenaline was definitely sinking in.

On the jet, we were all briefed on our positions in this operation. Sam, Vision and Rhodey were on visuals while the rest of us were on combat. Tony, Wanda and Nat went in one group while Steve, Bucky, and I went into another group.

The drop was happening at a warehouse in the city. There were guards blocking all the entrances and there were even some positioned on the roof.

“Cap the whole place is surrounded. Whoever this Smoke guy is he definitely doesn't want us getting in.” Sam spoke through the comm pieces.

“Sam you and others try to take the ones on the roof. Vision, can you see an opening?” Steve asked.

“There's only one guard blocking the southwest side of the building. And from the looks of it, it's the only entrance you can enter while staying covert.” Vision informed.

“Which means only one group is getting in. They'll freak if we all go rushing in. All right Cap, your team head on into the building the rest of us will stay and take out these guards.” Tony said.

“Understood, we'll call if we need backup.” Steve looked at Bucky and me. “Let's move.”

We nodded and walked over to the entrance where Vision informed us about. There was only one guard, about 6'5, Hispanic-looking, bulky, wearing an all black tact uniform holding a machine gun. Steve calculated the angle from the entrance to where we were standing. It was about 30 feet between here and the door. We don't want to kill him so we can't use Bucky, so Steve thought it'd be best to use me and my tasers. I was extremely good at stealth so I thought it would be easy to take him down.

I quietly approached to where the guard was standing. He was staring straight ahead so he didn't even see me coming.

“Hola,” I smirked.

The guard snapped his head to right as I delivered two thwacks to his chest and head with my Escrima sticks. He stumbled backwards and aimed his gun at me, but before he got a chance to pull the trigger I zapped him with the teaser on the end of the stick in my right hand. He fell to the concrete floor unconscious.

I signaled Steve and Bucky to move forward with my hand. Steve reached down and checked his pulse.

“He'll be out for a while, but we have to make this quick. Stay alert.”

Bucky held up his gun and I had my Escrima sticks ready in hand. Steve, shield in hand, opened the door and we all crept inside to where the drop was taking place. It was dimly lit inside the warehouse and it was cold. Almost near the front of the building we heard voices. One was a deep raspy voice, almost Russian the other was another Hispanic accent.

As we got a closer look, we could see the Russian guy have four bodyguards behind him two of whom were holding guns while the Hispanic guy had three bodyguards all wearing the same uniform as the guard outside.

“And it's all here?” the Russian guy spoke. “The last guy I had a meeting with didn't go so well because he played tricks.”

The Hispanic guy grinned. “Why would I lie to you amigo?” he spoke. “Lying doesn't make good business. Believe me when I say it's all there.”

The Russian guy grunted and asked the two armed bodyguards to come forward. They examined the materials in front of them: a crate of guns, ammunition, and a silver suitcase filled with bags of a light blue liquid.

“It's all here,” one of the guys spoke.

The Russian leader snapped his fingers to the bodyguard on the far left holding a suitcase.

“Here's your payment. Pleasure doing business with you.”

The Hispanic leader gave a wicked smile. “Ah, such a good lad.”

“It's all there I swear,” the Russian leader spoke.

“I like to double check,” the Hispanic leader quipped.

Steve was examining the room to find the easiest takedown possible. Then he spoke through the comm piece.

“Sam, do you have a visual on the inside?”

“Yeah. We managed to take out the guards on the roof so I have a clean shot inside.”

“Just fire through the window to create a distraction. Wanda, I could use your help here.”

“I'm on my way,” she spoke.

Steve whispered to Bucky and me. “On my mark, get ready to move in. Sam, you ready?”

“Just say when, Cap.” Sam said.

“Three… two… one.”

Sam fired off two shots to the windows of the front of the warehouse. The men looked around startled as Steve threw his shield taking out the Russian leader's armed bodyguards and Bucky delivered a non-lethal shot to one of the Hispanic leader's guard's shoulder. The remaining guard members, including the two leaders all aimed their guns at Steve and Bucky as I managed to take out the the unarmed Russian bodyguards with a flurry of kicks and taser shots. Wanda appeared a few seconds later and sent the armed Hispanic guards flying across the room with her powers.

The Russian leader held a gun up to Wanda and was about to pull the trigger when he was taken down by Steve's shield. A loud bang came from one of the entrances as a group of guards dressed in the same black tact uniform came in with guns running towards Steve and Wanda. Bucky called out my name as he asked me to help him take down the Hispanic leader and the guard Bucky shot earlier. I nodded and headed to Bucky's side with my Escrima sticks in hand.

The Hispanic leader gave a wicked smile and turned towards Bucky.

“Now amigo how fair is it that you still have your gun? My guard is injured. How bout you lose the gun and fight fairly?” He pointed his pistol at me. “Or I'll shoot the pretty girl in the chest.”

Bucky never lost composure as he looked at me. I turned the two separate sticks into a bo staff with a taser at the end of it. My eyes were narrowed on the leader's face ready to defend. He turned back to the guard who was now holding a knife with a graze wound in his shoulder. He narrowed his eyes and dropped his gun to the side and grabbed his knife from his pocket.

“That's better,” the Hispanic said coldly. All a sudden the guard came charging at Bucky tackling him to the ground. Bucky threw a punch with his metal arm that sent the guard flying. As he ran toward him, the Hispanic leader fired a shot at me and I was able to dodge it quickly. I spun my staff around aiming hits to his shoulders and face as he tried to dodge my attacks. I was able to knock his gun out of his hand, but he delivered a roundhouse kick to my staff that caused it to break in two sending one of my Escrima sticks across the room.

“He's a fighter too,” I said to myself. “This won't be easy.”

I tossed my other stick to the side and started fighting the leader hand to hand. I delivered kicks and punches to his torso while he tried to land a punch to my face. As he tried to deliver another punch, I managed to dodge and delivered a kick to his chest causing him to fall to the ground. I quickly picked up the closest Escrima stick, turned on the taser, and pointed it at his face.

“No te muevas,”  I commanded.

The Hispanic leader was breathing heavily and gave a dark laugh.

“You look awfully familiar amor,” he said with a wicked grin. “You're Ariana Montez aren't you?”

My eyes flashed angrily as I pointed the taser even closer to his throat. “How the hell do you know my name?”

His laugh grew darker. “My boss told me about you. Smoke misses his Kitten.”

I froze in horror, my mouth agape. No, it can't be…

*Flashback*

“Please don't make me do this…”

“Now Kitten, don't be like that. I said I was sorry.”

“That's not enough! I can't be with someone who always hurts me.”

His eyes flashed angrily and he scoffed. “So… you want to leave me? Is that what you're telling me?”

I said nothing.

“I SAID DID YOU WANT TO LEAVE ME?!”

I gasped in fear and stood frozen in my spot with my suitcase in hand. “Yes. I do.”

He stood there in mock shock and chuckled to himself. He turned to look at me, his eyes dark. He slowly walked up to me and I was too scared to move. He was mere inches from my face.

“You can never leave me Kitten,” he said darkly. He then delivered a hard slap to my face and I went down. He kicked me repeatedly in the stomach and face and I screamed out in pain. I reached for my bag and pulled out a pocket knife given to me by my dad. I was able to slice his ankle and he winced in pain. I quickly stood up, gave out a yell, and cut him deeply to his left eye. Blood splattered on my shirt and he screamed in pain holding his bloody eye.

“You bitch!” he yelled. He tried to lunge at me but I managed to give him a spinning heel kick to the side of his face and he went down cold.

My eye blackened and my torso throbbing in pain, I gave one last look at the man lying unconsciously on the ground. I picked up my suitcase, walked out the door, and never looked back.

*End Flashback*

I started to hyperventilate. My vision swam and my breath hitched in my throat. No… it can't be him. It just can't be. My hand began to shake and I was frozen in fear. There's no way he found me. I made sure of it that he couldn't find me… God please don't let it be him.

I was so caught up in my fear that I didn't even notice the Hispanic leader reach for his spare gun on his hip. He aimed it straight at my chest.

“Raina move!!!” Bucky yelled.

I snapped out of my trance and saw him pull the trigger. I felt a pair of hands push me out of the way and then a scream of pain. I saw Bucky clutch his right shoulder as he was hit by the bullet. I looked in horror and anger as I picked up my other Escrima stick and set the voltage on each of the taser to the highest frequency. I ran towards the leader on the ground in a rage when all of a sudden the wall behind him broke and a huge fog of smoke came in. My vision blurred as I heard footsteps come rushing in.

“We got Carlos,” I heard a voice say. “The drop was a bust due to the Avengers showing up. Smoke we're heading out.”

I heard a grunt of pain from the Hispanic leader who was on the ground as reinforcements came in and took him away.

“Damn it,” I grunted.

About 10 minutes passed by before all of the smoke cleared. The Russian leader, his guards, and reinforcements were all down for the count thanks to Sam and Wanda. Carlos’ guards were all down too including the one Bucky shot. Speaking of Bucky, I ran over to him quickly to examine his wound. Looks like the bullet didn't go in deep so it was just a flesh wound. Bucky stood there holding his arm and I looked at him in guilt while Steve and the others came to where we stood.

“He got away,” I said in anger.

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Can you do prompt 13 with someone from got7??

Prompt #13 from this post  “Are you drunk?”

Characters: Jinyoung x Female ReaderWord Count: ~1kGenre: fluff

A/N: Sorry this is so late ;~; It’s been a very long time since I’ve written anything for got7 so I apologize if this completely sucks…

lowkey was inspired by Jinyoung’s A teaser so that’s why I chose him lolol

unrelated but the kihyun request is next I promise…it’s been sitting in my inbox forever and I’m so sorry it’s taken this long v_v;;;

The small one story house you share with your roommate, Yeri, is packed with people. Some you’re familiar with and others you’re pretty sure go to an entirely different school. You’re not sure how the party got to be this crazy. In fact it started with you, Yeri, and your best friend Jinyoung. You remember Yeri asking if it was alright for her to invite a few people over. You said yes, figuring you could hang around with Jinyoung, but then somehow, some way, it turned into this and Jinyoung was pulled away by his other friends..

You spot a couple dancing on your kitchen island and you make a mental note to yourself to wipe it down later. And if what you walked in on in the bathroom was happening anywhere else you’d need to wipe down everything.

Yeri meets your eye from across the living room and she gives you an apologetic look before she’s dragged into some large group. A swarm of frat boys start to cheer at someone to keep chugging and you have to cover your ears as you pass them into the back yard.

It’s much more tame out here but there are a few people stumbling about drunk. When you shut the glass door behind you, you thank the construction gods for making the house a little further from the others and with walls a little thicker. The music is muffled with only a few hard hitting bass notes to be heard.

Making your way to one of the lawn chairs you sprawl out on it and shut your eyes. It’s nearing the end of the semester and the warmer nights hint at summer coming up. If it weren’t for the thunder clouds forming in the horizon you’d sleep in the backyard. You’ve done it before, Yeri giving you warnings of bugs and raccoons, but you didn’t mind (and you made it with only a few bites and a total of zero raccoon attacks). Sleeping under the stars was always relaxing to you. Opening your eyes to see them, you’re instead greeted by the sight of Jinyoung grinning down at you.

The fact that you didn’t sense a person near you or hear him come up pulls a small yelp from your lip. “What the hell! You scared the shit out of me.”

His smile grows. You swear you see him wobble a little bit. He releases a soft burp. “…Sorry.”

The slight slur in his speech and the way he trips over his feet as he moves to sit next to you on the chair prove your suspicions, but still you ask, “Are you drunk?”

Jinyoung scoffs. “Pfft. No! I’m the best at drinking.”

“No, you’re really not.”

“Yes, I - hiccup- really am.”

You can only sigh when he gives you a drunken grin and a wobbly thumbs up.

The back door slides open and you peek up to see Jaebum poke his head out. When he sees the two of you he sighs in relief. “Oh good, he’s with you. When I saw him wander off I got worried.”

“Yeah, we’re good. Would you mind bringing a glass of water out, though? He’s gonna need it.”

Jaebum nods and then retreats back into the house. When he’s gone, Jinyoung climbs onto the lawn chair with you and ends up pushing you awkwardly into the arm of the chair.

“Okay, let’s learn to share,” you snap. Jinyoung giggles but does move over a little. He slides his arm under your neck and pulls you so you’re practically laying on his chest. Your cheeks heat up at the proximity, and you pull away. He lets you go, a prominent pout forming on his lips, but doesn’t stop you as you sit up, cheeks still blazing.

“Now it’s cold,” he whines and gives a childish kick of his foot, part of you wishes you were filming him. You know when you bring it up tomorrow he’s going to adamantly deny anything ever happened.

“Good, maybe it’ll sober you up.”

Jaebum returns with the water then and hands it to his friend. Jinyoung takes it eagerly and gulps down a few swallows before pulling away in disgust.

“This isn’t alcohol.”

“No,” Jaebum says slowly. “It’s water.”

“But Beomie, I can’t confess to Y/N while sober!”

Your heart skips a beat, and you’re watching your friend with a new interest. Jaebum sucks on his lips trying to hold back a laugh. After releasing a sigh he asks, “Why not?”

“Because if she rejects me it’ll be weird. This way, if she says no, I’ll be too happy to care. God, I don’t know if I could take it if she said no. I like her so, so much. Oh no! It’s all over and it hasn’t even started…”

Jaebum outright laughs then. He peeks at you, watching Jinyoung with a fond gaze. “Dude, I think you’re forgetting something.”

“W-what’s that?” Jinyoung hiccups.

“She’s right here.”

You smile and wave as Jinyoung turns to look at you with wide eyes. “Hi.”

Jinyoung moves like he’s going to stand up but Jaebum plants his hands on his friend’s shoulders and carefully pushes him back down to the chair. “No, no, no. You stay right there. I’ll leave you two to it.”

Jinyoung stays completely still while Jaebum makes his way back to the party and shuts the door.

“So you like me huh?” you say with a slight teasing tone to your voice.

Jinyoung gulps but nods. He takes another sip of water and you laugh a little. “What if I told you that I liked you too?”

He turns to look at you, glazed eyes going as wide as they can. “Seriously?!”

You can’t fight the amused smile at grows on your face as you nod. “Yup. But let’s make a deal. If you tell me again tomorrow, while you’re sober and completely coherent, I’ll go on a date with you. Sound good?”

“Sounds great! This is gonna be so good! I gotta go!”

You frown, confused. “Where?”

“I gotta go plan this confession, this is gonna be great. Wow, you’re the best.”

You laugh and watch as Jinyoung sets down his cup of water and then half stumbles half runs back into the house. Shaking your head with a smile on your face you plop back down on the lawn chair. Suddenly the door slides back open and you peer over to the entrance.

“Hey, promise not to tell Y/N okay! She’s gonna be so shocked.”

Once he’s finally disappeared back into the party you can’t help but let out a laugh. Oh boy, this will be interesting.

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after the silence | joshua hong

anon requested:  Do you remember Jun's all1 teaser with the voicemail Joshua spoke? Could I request a scenario with Joshua based on that voicemail message? Can it have happy ending pls? 😊😊

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Joshua Hong was a boy who smiled gently and held open the door random strangers. He sprouted happiness and a sense of comfort everywhere he went - stares followed after the boy who was, somehow, the exact definition of 'a perfect man'. Joshua Hong wasn't shy - he was sure of himself, in everything. He spoke confidently and walked with his head held high. He didn't doubt anything he said and he looked everyone in the eyes even if it wasn't the 'polite' thing to do.

All of this, of course, was useless when it came to you.

You somehow managed to crack the exterior Joshua Hong hid himself behind. The timid, quiet boy he covered with a false confidence leaked through the cracks when you so much as looked at him. His air of soft confidence dissolved until he was a blushing, stuttering mess.

And you had no idea about any of this.

To you, Joshua Hong was the small, meek boy he tried to hide. You'd never seen him pull flowers out of thin air, just to pass them along to strangers on the sidewalk. Hearing his laugh - a lighthearted tune - was erased from your memory, replaced with a breathy chuckle. Joshua Hong wasn't who he seemed to be and you couldn't have been any more clueless.

You sighed as you picked at your cake, boredom washing through you like a cold shower. You'd been waiting on your 'date' for half an hour - you didn't even know why you bothered. They liked you, but you hadn't the slightest attraction to them. But, you felt bad when you saw their hopeful expression drop, so you agreed anyways.

Your phone rang again - it was Joshua. It was maybe the third time he'd called, just to hang up after the second ring. Your attention was taken away by the cafe door slamming open. And lo and behold - there stood your date; face flushed and panting, but a happy smile on their face.

You wondered what that felt like.

To be so interested and invested in someone that the mere thought of their presence sent happiness throughout your body like shivers. The only time you'd felt that way was when you were younger and you were allowed a pet hamster - Buttons actually lived longer than expected.

"I'm so sorry I'm late! Did you wait long?" You actually did, but their puppy eyes began to shine again and you found your sarcastic comment withering on your tongue. Instead, you painted a smile on your face and shook your head before motioning to the tea you ordered for them.

It turns out, your date doesn't even like peppermint tea. You wondered why you ordered it until a brunette with pink cheeks and a small, kind smile entered your mind. Ah, you thought to yourself. You didn't notice the smile that crept onto your face as you thought about a boy instead of listening to your date's rambles. That Joshua Hong has a bad habit of sneaking in to my mind, after all.

Your date ended well, you supposed. You'd barely had anything in common with them but they did have nice eyes - you didn't think there'd be a second date. You sighed and checked the time, almost giggling when you saw all of the missed calls a certain brunette left you. He wasn't one to get clingy, so you couldn't help the sliver of worry that fought through your head.

But, the bus came and you forgot to check your voicemail once more.

It wasn't until you were sitting - hand in a bowl of popcorn with a movie playing - that you remembered Josh's voicemail. You, again, wondered what could've been so important that he'd called you so many times.

"Hey," his voice nervously started. You could picture him rubbing his neck like he always did when you were around. "How are you? Hm," you could hear the brunette sigh. You could only imagine his eyes wandering around wherever he was, trying to match the words in his head to the ones he was saying. "I don't know why I called you, but when we see each other again... no, never mind. Bye."

And, that was it. You felt your eyebrows furrow - what did he want to do when you met up? You contemplated calling him back - Josh wasn't that nervous over the phone. But, he still stuttered and sighed and you could tell something was really bothering him, so you didn't want to make it worse.

You met up with Josh only two days later. When you approached him, the boy was mumbling to himself, shaking his head every once in a while. You only smiled fondly - the brunette really was a soft spot for you, someone you'd adore regardless.

"...and maybe we can make this hang out a date instead!" the brunette spoke to himself. He sighed and looked down, kicking his foot lightly against the concrete. "Because I like you a lot, you know? Y/N... I like you! No, that sounds stupid. Maybe we could be more than friends because I like you more than a friend and - no, that's awful!" Joshua sighed and ran a hand through his hair before he panicked, straightening it to how it was.

"Do I really make you that nervous that you have to practice what you're saying?" You spoke up from behind Joshua. He turned around - face flushed pink and brown eyes wide. Josh's mouth gaped - he reminded you of a fish and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Y/N wha- um," Josh spoke. He shuffled his feet again before his eyes trailed down, landing on the sidewalk below him. "Hi."

"Hey," you grinned at him. When he still allowed his gaze to freeze onto the floor, you bumped your shoulder against his arm lightly. "So, I'm not opposed to making this a date. My last one didn't go so well, and, I trust you more than anyone."

"Really?" Josh squeaked. His eyes finally met yours and the happiness and adoration you could see swimming in them warmed your heart drastically.

"Really," you nodded. And your date started with a trip to a convenient store where you bought chips and water before you just walked around the park. It was calm, familiar, and entirely Joshua Hong. He always made you comfortable and maybe that's why you convinced yourself it was okay that your heart was racing and your palms were sweating.

It wasn't until your third date that you held Joshua Hong's hand. And, on your fourth date, you kissed his cheek goodbye. His cheeks, of course, turned the rosy color you adored. On your sixth date, Josh finally gained enough confidence to kiss you himself - he even leaned down to your height to look you in the eyes beforehand.

You never had a bad date again. But, Josh still turned pink and stuttered - only sometimes.

thank you for your request! this was so fun & cute to write omg 

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Exo’s reaction to you refusing to wake up in the morning

Minseok/Xiumin

If there was one thing Minseok knew not to push with you, it was forcing you to wake up before your alarm. Even on a Saturday like today he was stuck trying to subtly wake you up by planting soft kisses over your bare shoulders, squeezing your waist gently until you moodily wiggled away. Smirking mischievously to himself, Minseok scooted closer fingers poised over your stomach before giggling as he tickled you suddenly, straddling you so he could see the way you reluctantly starting laughing below him. He melted as you tried to glare at him before yawning and he leaned down to press his lips to yours, the faintest of touches as his warm eyes smiled down at you.

“well as much as I want to complain... that was a good way to wake up”

“I’ll keep that in mind for future use jagi”

Junmyeon/Suho

Curling sleepily around you, Junmyeon would first take the time to linger in the morning with you before his schedule begins. Smiling softly down at you as he shuffled out of your bed, kneeling to press a kiss to your forehead only to be met with a disgruntled whine from your lips. “Why are you up so damn early... it’s unnatural Junmyeon” you murmur, earning a light laugh from him as he playfully ripped the duvet from you- washing the cold morning air over your body. The next five minutes were spent with you wrestling Junmyeon for the duvet, loud laughter filling the air before he insisted you eat breakfast together. 

“Tell your manager to at least wait until 08:30...like a normal person...”

“Perks of the job jagiya, but you’re so cute sleepy like this”

Yixing/Lay

After such a long time not waking up with you cuddled up against him, Yixing would immediately smile to himself and trace over your feature slowly to recommit them to memory, pressing his full lips to your cheek. After such a late night *wink wink* you were still fast asleep so Yixing would walk to the kitchen and prepare some hot green tea and some breakfast for you both to share, carrying it in and setting it onto the bedside table. Gently pushing your hair back and shaking your shoulder, you would quickly groan and pull the duvet over your head playfully before blearily peeking up at him and melting at his dimpled grin.

“You’re so lucky you’re adorable in the morning Yixing or I’d push you away”

“But Baobei, I’m not cute...especially not last night~” 

*gets hit with pillow*

Baekhyun:

Grumpily huffing into your neck as you stole more of the duvet in effort of avoiding his insistent kisses and hugs for sleep, you would feel his pout against your skin. Wiggling stubbornly against you Baekhyun would whine “Jagi~~ It’s already daylight... why are you like this, let me eat” earning him a sigh as you turn over to look at him. Taking in his very cute pout and messy bed head you leant forward and whispered “You can’t make me leave this bed.” A sense of dread rose when you saw those puppy eyes glint mischievously and suddenly you felt yourself lifted, duvet and all, and carried into the living room. Baek flopping down beside you and handing you a controller, smirking.

“Byun Baekhyun. You have started something you’re going to regret.”

“I accepted your challenge, you’re so grumpy in the mornings” 

Jongdae/Chen

Walking out of the the shower while towel drying his hair, Jongdae would see you still softly snoring away before he giggled at the now closed curtains he had opened before his shower. Spotting your barely concealed smile at his laugh he walked closer and sat beside you, shaking his wet hair over your face, laughing loudly and jumping over the bed when he saw you leap up after him. 10 minutes later had you both in hysterical giggles as you chased him around the kitchen island, Jongdae desperately clutching the towel to himself as you advanced. It ended when his towel did slip and you burst out laughing as Jongdae went red though triumphant he dragged you out of bed successfully.

“I cant breathe Jongdae, the towel... pUT SOEMTHING ON!”

“Look I didn’t plan on having you chase me!! towels are not durable!

Chanyeol

Chanyeol would smile widely at your slight snores as he slipped out of bed to do some early morning composing. It was easier to think about music and emotions when the world was just a little more quiet and this morning he was filled with such adoration that he woke up beside you he knew he’d create a melody with ease. Picking up his guitar, chords softly filled the air in your cosy room and settled around him. Until Chanyeol ducked as a pillow came flying his way, looking up to see your grumpy pout. “You woke me up at 03:00 coming back from your studio, get your butt back in bed and cuddle me.” He looked at you in shock before breaking into his famous smile, walking over and shuffling his large frame against yours. 

“You know y/n you’re kinda bossy...did you like my song?”

“Of course I am when you wake me this early...and it was beautiful.”

Kyungsoo

Kyungsoo would be just as reluctant to leave the warm bed as you would be, both of you snuggling together in an attempt to forget that the alarm would be going off in under five minutes. Lazy touches and soft caresses would fill this time as you felt his heart shaped lips follow your hairline softly as he slowly woke beside you. He would look down at you sleepily with soft brown eyes, voice breaking roughly as he said “I swear I am never leaving this bed when I’m on break” making you laugh into his shoulder softy as he pulled you up into sitting position. Pecking you on your forehead and laughing deeply when you try and playfully drag him back as he gets out of the bed, he’d promise himself he’d work hard to get that break for you. 

 “I’m holding you to that promise Do Kyungsoo. I’ll need you to sign your name~”

“you’re so ridiculous this early but I promise”

Kai/Jongin

Needing to get up for an early dance session for the approaching comeback, Jongin would look at you almost in loving envy as you stretch over his side of the bed and bury yourself into the pillow. Smirking to himself as he dragged his soft hair back with a hand while he whistled, he sat beside you to shake you awake, receiving only a sleepy moan. Grinning harder as he heard the pitter patter of paws against the floor he opened the door to let all three of his dogs run and jump excitedly on the bed. You would yelp at the sudden chaos in your bed, looking over to see Jongin wheezing as he hurriedly ran out the room for his session. Cursing after him you quickly snuggle back down with the dogs, sending him a selfie smugly. 

“JONGIN JUST YOU WAIT TILL YOU HAVE A MORNING OFF”

“YOU CAN’T RESIST MY WARM BED JAGIYA.”

Sehun

Sehun would be starting an early morning Vlive for his Exo-Ls and trying to ignore your kicking feet as he spoke louder throughout the broadcast, interrupting your precious sleep. Sehun would be teasing fans about the upcoming teasers for the comeback when one last badly aimed kick knocked his hand to hit the camera reversal button, flashing his crossed legs and thankfully for him nothing else. Sehun’s quick embarrassed laugh would fill your ears and you’d have to stifle your laughter into your pillow when you realised your boyfriend had almost flashed thousands of fans his underwear. He’d quickly end the broadcast and burst into laughter with you, clutching you to his chest.

“i cant *heavy gasp* believe you just did that”

“Hey! you were the one who nudged my hand there!”

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