#so I watched that hit man movie and the ending took me off guard in the best way possible lol

[brutal-out-here]

We need more movies where yes there’s some wild things that happen in it, but it’s relatively normal but then at the end the main character(s) get away with some insane thing (usually murder)

[fairlyang]

Angel 🏹

ghostface!kate wants you all to herself

w/c: 3.6K

pairing: ghostface!kate x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. mention of knife, blood, murder. kissing, titty sucking, knife play, teasing, eating out, strap usage (r!receiving)

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You were at a Halloween party playing beer pong with a few of your girl friends vs some random guys you never met before. But your friend Alivia apparently knew one of them and trusted him enough to not introduce her to assholes.

They were alright, but after your team surprisingly made all the balls go to their cups, they were drinking a lot more.

You quickly noticed the change in their demeanor from before, how they would make random noises to catch you off guard to now a couple drinks in and using flirting as a distraction.

How subtle.

"What can I do to you angel that'll send me straight to heaven?" He joked making you snort at the slight cleverness at his joke given you were wearing a white dress, angel wings, and a halo headband.

But you made your ball go into the middle cup and the guy in front of you groaned. You laughed and moved to the side as it was your friend Jazmin's turn.

She fell for the bait and ended up missing, making the guy give her a wink. Didn't take too long after that for her to excuse herself as they both ran off somewhere in the big fraternity house.

Horny girl.

The game continued and you didn't question Jazmin's whereabouts, and there lied your first mistake.

You had been getting phone calls from some guy pretending to be ghostface. It was getting on your nerves and you kept blocking their number but they always found a way to continue calling.

They ended up being silent for a whole week so you thought you were in the clear and they just gave up.

But boy they did not.

Right as you started playing beer pong someone came in wearing a ghostface mask and the rest of the costume. You didn't question it, ghostface is just popular this year because of that new movie that came out earlier this year.

What you didn't notice is the way that ghostface ran off after Jazmin and that frat boy soon as they left. How that ghostface followed them the whole way until they made it to a bedroom in a secluded corner of the second floor.

And you never would've guessed that that ghostface would harm your friends in any way but Jazmin's lifeless body on the bed would say otherwise.

That frat boy stood no chance, especially when that ghostface just so happen to hear the way he was looking at you, speaking about you when it wasn't his turn yet. The way he mumbled to his friends about how he'd "hit that" by the end of the night.

If anyone was going fuck you it'd be your ghostface that's just been secretly protecting you all night.

Like that first guy that smacked your ass as soon as you got your first drink? Your ghostface took care of it after you slapped him and walked off with your friends. They didn't want you to feel unsafe.

So they dragged him to an empty bathroom and sliced his throat before throwing him in the bathtub. They cleaned up their knife with the guy's shirt before slipping it back in their robe pocket and checking where you went off to.

You ended up being at the dance floor grinding on some frat guy which only angered your ghostface. As if they were just gonna be on standby and just watch.

Absolutely not.

So they did what they had to do. They went outside found that specific dude's car and keyed it. And slashed two of the four tires. Then tapped on the glass to sound the alarm.

Now any normal person wouldn't give a shit about a car alarm or even hear it from the loud ass music. Hell a normal person wouldn't go check it out while having a hot girl grinding against them.

Well this man wasn't normal and as if he and the car were somehow connected he ran off outside without saying a word to you.

Well as soon as the door of the house was closed ghostface struck and stuck their knife into his stomach. Digger in deep before pulling it out as he choked up on words. Ghostface then pushed him into the bushes and went back inside, sliding their knife once again into their pocket.

Then they had to go on a wild goose chase on trying to find you only to have found you playing beer pong.

So that was that and now your ghostface was trying to find you yet again after killing Jazmin and that frat guy. This time you were in the kitchen taking shots by yourself, just chilling.

Meanwhile your ghostface was admiring you from afar and sighing under their mask just staring at how gorgeous you are. Always so pretty.

And tonight you were going to be their good little angel.

They walked up behind you and pulled out their little voice changer from their robe. They brought it up to their covered mouth and spoke behind your ear, "think I was done with you Y/n?"

You jumped and then quickly turned around to see a ghostface. They were a bit taller than you and a bit muscular but you tried your hardest to ignore that part.

"Did you think I forgot about you?" They coo and your eyes widen, slightly getting scared.

"Aw don't worry, I would never hurt a hair on my pretty angel." They say into the voice changer, taking a step forward now corner you on the kitchen island.

They quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the kitchen and led you to a bedroom on the first floor. You tried to run away but their grip on you was too hard and you were afraid they'd go back on their word if you did get away.

So you reluctantly followed and walked into the room as ghostface locked it before turning to face you. "What do you want with me?" You asked and walked back until your legs hit the bed.

"I just want you." They say but this time without the voice changer.

They brought a hand up and grabbed the top of the mask then pulled it off in one go to reveal, "Kate Bishop?!?" You gasp and she fixes her hair before smiling at you.

"Hi Y/n! Long time no see huh?" She jokes and you just look at her shocked.

You were left speechless as you looked back at the girl you knew from high school. She was a sporty girl that was always so intelligent. But also nerdy and awkward.

And also happened to be the first girl you ever had a crush on, technically have feelings for. But that was besides the point.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask and she walks forward making you sit on the bed forgetting there was no more space for you to move to.

"I always had a little crush on you. Then everyone went their own ways for college but I never stopped thinking of you." She says softly and stops when she's right in front of you.

"And I only recently found out from a little birdie that you had a crush on me too..." she says and bends down, eye level to you.

Your eyes widen and you stay silent, is one suppose to admit to that now? After so many years?

You looked down at your lap and she tuts, brings a hand up to your chin and lifts it up making you look at her. "Did you?" She asks and you stare into her blue eyes, the same ones who use to bring butterflies to your skin whenever you made eye contact in high school.

You nod slowly and she smiles, "this couldn't be any more perfect."

You chuckle and shrug, "well it's been a while.. guess I kinda got over that once we graduated y'know."

"Guess I'm gonna have to somehow make those feelings come back." She says and places a hand on to your thigh softly.

"You look so pretty tonight." She coos and leans in, her nose lightly brushing against yours.

"You don't look too bad Katie." You murmur and stare down at her plump lips.

She groans at the nickname, always having hated it but when it came from you, it lit something inside her and she needed to hear more of it.

She closes the gap between you two and her lips were quickly on yours. You were almost going to push her away and yell at her to just be normal, but this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

So you kissed her back and wrapped your arms behind her neck as she smiled into the kiss, not thinking the reveal would go this way but glad that it did.

She then got up from her squatting and grabbed your waist, making you scoot back so you could lay on the bed. You moved back then to the side so you could lay against the pillows. She climbed on top of you and slid her tongue inside your mouth, needing to explore every crevice while her hands explored your body.

First squeezing your waist then coming up to trace along your collarbone which only gave her an idea but she decided to wait.

She pulled away from your mouth then kissed along your jaw before going lower, kissing down your neck then going back up to nibble on your ear. You felt your heartbeat race and you could only pray she couldn't hear or feel it.

Kate was too worried about her own heartbeat, and also wanting, needing more of you but didn't want to push her luck not knowing you were thinking of the same.

Her lips kissed their way down do your neck as one of her hands went down to squeeze your thighs, loving how soft your skin felt.

She then sucked on your neck making you moan and with just that little moan Kate could feel arousal already pool between her legs.

She pulled away then kissed your love bite before she brought her hand up to your inner thigh, you only squeezed them together out of nerves even though you felt your body crave more of her touch.

"Katie-" you breathe out and she hums as she toys with the top of your dress, teasing you.

"I need you." You mumble and she groans, feeling her eyes roll back.

It's all she's been thinking about and now she actually get to live it?

Without another word she pulls the straps of your dress down revealing your bare tits to her. She gasps in shock, admiring the perfect shape and pretty nipples before latching her mouth on to your left nipple.

You moaned and grabbed her head as she sucked on it then pulled away to suck on the other while squeezing both breasts together. "You're so beautiful." She mumbles as she switches off between sucking each nipple.

You moaned out and played with her hair as she worshipped your tits like there's no tomorrow. "Katie- fuck-" you moan and buck your hips up against her, making you feel something, something sharp.

You furrow your brows and she looks up at you, pulling away before realizing why you had that reaction.

The knife.

"Is that-"

"Yes! But I meant it, I'd never hurt you." She says and reaches her hand down to grab the knife.

She places it on the bedside table next to you and you raise an eyebrow, "what were you doing-"

"Don't worry your pretty head about it. Let me just take care of you." She murmurs and goes back to sucking on your nipples.

But that got you thinking, not about murder because you also weren't normal. But instead about how it'd feel against your skin. Especially by the hands of Kate.

And almost like she could read your mind (but really just by your facial expression and the way you bit your lip as you turned your head to look at it) she pulled away from your tits and reached for it.

You looked at it in awe and looked at her nervously, almost shyly. "Do you want me to use this on you love?" She asks and you blush.

You nod and she chuckles, "I need to hear you say it angel."

"Y-yeah- yes please." You say and she smiles.

She then brings the knife up to your neck, very lightly tracing the spine of the knife against your skin slowly. "How's that feel pretty girl?" She whispers and you moan, answering her question quite quickly.

Kate moans and pulled the knife away as she went down to latch onto your tits again. She sucked on your left nipple and very carefully grazed the tip along your right nipple. You stay still and calm your breathing, not expecting to actually have liked this so much but that wet spot in your panties begged to differ.

"And you didn't even wear a bra. Not much of an angels now are you then?" She teases making you giggle.

"Looked better without it don't you think?" You ask fluttering your lashes at her as she pulled the knife away and came up to kiss you.

She pecked your nips before bringing the knife up to your jaw, "you're such a tease." She groans and leans over to place the knife back before going down your body.

You bit your lip and watched as she goes down, getting between your legs, her hands spread you wide open for her. She moaned at the wet spot on your panties and pulled your dress up a bit. "Such a dirty girl too." She coos making you whimper.

"Oh you like that don't you?" She teases and you were about to squeeze your thighs together before she pulls them apart.

"Don't do that princess, spread them wide for me." She instructs and you couldn't help but listen.

You spread them as she leans in and leaves a kiss on your clothed clit before kissing down your entire slit making you whine. She only chuckled before moving your panties to the side and immediately diving in leaving you breathless and a whimpering mess for her.

She started by lapping her tongue on your folds, desperately needing to taste you. You were even sweeter than she imagined in her wet dreams. She moaned against your pussy as she came up to suck on your clit while looking up at you. "Fuck — Oh god Katie-" you moaned, hands coming down to play with her hair and also get it out of her face.

She continued making out with your pussy, scared it'll go away if she didn't treat you how you were deserved to be treated.

She wrapped her arms around your thighs and brought her face even closer to your sopping pussy. So wet and just for her. That thought alone was enough to kill her. She had never been so turned on in her life and she was finally able to have you.

After the night long protecting she had to do of course.

"So sweet." She murmured against you, not getting enough of you.

You moaned and gathered her hair into a ponytail as she licked your clit with the tip of her tongue all the while keeping eye contact with you. You looked so gorgeous and your moans were music to her ears, she was already thinking of how staying there for hours.

But she brought a surprise just for you and desperately needed you to see. So she pulled away and got up, scooting to sit next to you which made you realize maybe she wanted your mouth on her so you moved down between her legs without a second thought.

She pulled her robe up and you unbutton, then pulled the zipper down before taking them off. She lifted her hips up and you pulled them down her body when a purple strap on dildo rises up making you gasp.

You stared at it mouth agape and wide eyes, not at all expecting to find that but definitely not complaining. You bit your lip and looked up at Kate, who had a nervous look on her face.

You pulled the rest of her pants down until you could throw them on to the floor then brought your attention to her strap. It was long and thick, veiny and a dark purple.

Your mouth was salivating and you couldn't believe she wanted to fuck you. It brought a warm feeling down to your stomach and maybe she did make those feelings come back.

You looked up at Kate whose cheeks were now rosy and she avoided your gaze. She realized maybe this was more forward then she originally thought it would be.

But as you grabbed her cock and spat on it, Kate realized you didn't think that. She was relieved but that quickly was overshadowed by how hot her body started to feel.

You grabbed the shaft and stroked it slowly before spitting on it again. You then took it in your mouth, slowly taking it making Kate's breathing become heavier. "So pretty- you're so pretty." She murmurs and bucks her hips up so you can take more.

You gag on it but just go all the way, feeling it go down your throat before pulling away and letting all the drool drip down on it. You look up at her and she was panting hard, making you smile. "Put it back in. Please. Please put my cock back in your mouth." She pleads and you nod, putting it back in.

You bob your head back and forth, all while making direct eye contact with her, seeing she wanted to see you take it so bad. Kate's lip was quivering and she didn't expect to love this view so much but you just looked so good down there. The arousal between her legs swirling in her boxers every time you take her cock all the way.

She moans and brings her hands down to your head, pulling you down to take it all as she thrusts her hips up. You close your eyes and let her continue as she pleases, taking every inch down your throat.

She then stops and lets it slip out of your mouth before she reaches down and grabs your shoulders. "Come here." She murmurs and you quickly climb on top of her.

But she flips you over and positions herself on top of you, grabbing your legs and spreading them wide open. She grabs her cock and positions the tip in to your entrance, then letting it rub against your folds soaking it in your juices. She then slaps it on your clit making you whine.

"So wet for me huh?" She murmurs and you feverishly nod.

"Need my cock angel?" She asks, pulling your dress up and quickly taking your panties off.

She then stuffs them in her robe pocket before looking down at you, awaiting an answer. "Yes- god yes-" you whine making her grin.

"You're so fucking perfect." She murmurs before position it to your entrance again.

"Katie please- I need you to fuck me- please I need you so badly." you plead and she gives you a pout before slamming it all into you.

You cried out and she stopped, letting you get use to the thickness of it before she finally starting moving, slowly to begin with. "So tight pretty girl." She murmurs making you whimper.

Kate rolls her eyes back and lifts her robe up so she can see you take her. She watches as your pussy grips her cock and it just slides in so easily. "You're so perfect." She moans and starts moving faster.

You moan and bring your arms up, snaking then behind her neck as she comes down to peck your lips as she thrusts her hips into yours. You moaned against her mouth and she slides her tongue inside, needing everything you give her.

The sounds of your combined moans, and your wetness filled the room, you couldn't even hear the music from the rest of the house anymore. Too focused on the pleasure Kate was giving you and how good it felt.

Not to mention how hot she looked fucking you, sweat beads forming on her forehead as she grabbed onto your legs and pulled away from your mouth. "Look at how you're taking me in angel. You just love this cock don't you?" She murmurs and you nod, letting out whimpers as she rutted into you harder.

"F-feels so good Katie-" you moaned making her groan and grip on to your legs.

"You're so perfect baby." She moans, relentlessly pounding into you, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

You let out bundles of moans and whimpers as you felt your climax rushing into your body. "Katie I'm- fuck — so c-close-" you stutter, your eyes fluttering and legs slightly shaking.

"Cum for me pretty girl, I wanna feel you." She grunts and leans in to kiss you again.

You kiss back and wrap your legs around her waist, she instantly pounds into you deeper and it feels so much better, hitting your g spot perfectly. "You're so perfect Y/n." she murmurs against your lips and your orgasm hit your body like a tidal wave.

You let out cries and mewls while Kate slowed down, gently kissing you as your body shook. You were barely able to kiss back so Kate pulled away, leaning her forehead against yours. "You did so good for me angel." She murmurs and you give her a small smile.

"Maybe next time you leave the mask on." You joke making her laugh as she slowly pulls out of you.

She lays down next to you and wraps her arms around you to which you melt into. "So do you think those feelings are back yet?" She asks quietly and you shrug.

"Maybe I need another round..." you murmur making her smirk.

[jennay]

Honey Bee

An: I think this is the end for Honey Bee. Thanks to everyone who went on this journey with me. I'm sad but happy and I'm sure I'll update with new chapters periodically maybe showing glimpses into their future if you guys would like that

parts: 1/2/3/4/5

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Tags: @blackveilomens @xxrainstorm @somewhere-diamond @cookiesupplier @blacksoul-27 @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @jadert15 @an-insane-day

You sank into the plush cushions of the couch, captivated by the bright TV screen, where Noah was immersed in a game he swore was fun. You had no clue what he was doing, but it was amusing to watch him. You had spent the previous night binge-watching movies with him, and after a few glasses of wine, he persuaded you to stay over, saying it was too dangerous to drive.

You agreed without a second thought since his bed was the most heavenly you had ever slept in. You felt like you were floating in a cloud of softness and warmth.

You just wanted to chill until your head cleared, and you felt more alert. You weren't hungover, but you could feel the weight in your eyelids. Noah offered to make breakfast, but you declined, toasting a bagel and spreading some cream cheese. You thought it was perfect for a lazy morning.

The front door squeaked open - and your muscles tensed. Your stomach twisted as if you had been hit. Your eyes darted to Noah and back to the opening door. Jolly. He wasn't supposed to be back this early. Noah promised that Jolly wouldn't be home until midnight. So why - why was he standing there?

Your eyes widened, and you leaped from the couch - your heart hammering and your palms clammy. You felt your food rising in your throat. You had tried hard to hide your feelings like this, but you were caught off guard and had no time to brace yourself.

Jolly smiled, unable to act like he wasn't happy to see you, and opened his mouth to say something, but you glowered at him. You took a deep breath and walked past him without a word, pretending you didn't see his confused expression.

You felt his hand try to touch your arm, but you shook it off. You dashed up the stairs, your breath ragged and your heart thumping.

You locked eyes with Noah over the side rail - he looked stunned as if he didn't expect you to react so strongly; he thought you would've at least kept your cool. You gave him the finger, your face flushed and your eyes blazing. You barged into his room, slamming the door behind you.

"Shit, well, I tried," Noah says as he springs to his feet, joining Jolly at the door. He folds his arms over his chest and says, "Dude, please just go talk to her."

Jolly's eyes widen - if he was sleepy before, all the noise woke him up. He looks at you and then at Noah, confused. "Why is she acting like that?"

"I might have lied about when you were coming home. I'm sick of being in the middle of this. I just wanted to help." Noah laughs, unfolding his arms and slapping Jolly's shoulder. "If you would've just asked me, I would've told you I don't have feelings for y/n." He confesses, his voice sincere. "It's never been like that for us. We're just friends." He bites the inside of his cheek, wondering if he should reveal more. It couldn't hurt if he told Jolly how you felt; maybe it would give him the courage he needed. "She wants you, man. And it's been like this for years." He says, his voice dropping to a whisper. He feels a relief wash over him as he finally lets out his secret.

Jolly's eyes bulge in disbelief. "For years?" He repeats, dropping his bags on the floor with a loud thud. He felt like his ears were deceiving him.

Noah shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, "She hasn't said that directly, but if you're not a complete idiot, which you clearly are, you can see it." He growled, his voice dripping with sarcasm and annoyance. Noah wanted to slap some sense into Jolly's thick skull.

"You think I should go up there?" He asks nervously, rubbing his stubble, "It seems like she doesn't want to see me." He murmurs.

Noah shakes his head, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips, "I think my antics caught her off guard, I'll probably have to apologize to her later." He says. "She's been putting up with my shit a lot lately, man. Usually, she can get away from me by going to you, but lately, it's just been her and me." He chuckles, "I know I'm a pain in the ass."

Jolly shook his head in disbelief. "You are." He said, heading for the stairs. His feet felt heavy and sluggish as he climbed the stairs like he was walking to his execution.

Noah followed him, hoping to give him some encouragement. Noah watched as Jolly gently knocked on the door, waiting for a reply.

When he heard nothing, he cautiously opened the door - and as soon as Jolly was in, Noah dashed to the door, slamming it shut behind him and locking it from the outside.

Your throat clenched, and your lungs gasped for air when you saw Jolly standing there; you felt like a fish out of water. You jumped off the bed with a huff and ran to the door. You grabbed the handle and turned it. Shocked when it didn't budge. "Noah!" You yelled. "What the hell…"

You heard Noah laugh from the other side of the door. "I switched the lock last night, you fell right into my trap like I knew you would." He said, sounding smug.

You wanted to escape, away from Jolly, away from Noah, away from everything. "I'll unlock it when you two sort out your feelings." Noah said, sounding relaxed and indifferent. "And I have all the time in the world, so don't bother rushing." You heard his footsteps receding from the room.

You turned around to see Jolly standing there, his eyes full of guilt and sadness. He looked conflicted between wanting to comfort you and fearing your reaction. His nervousness was tangible, and you wondered what he would say.

You walked back to the bed and sat down, avoiding his gaze. You felt a knot in your stomach and a storm of emotions in your heart. "Shit." You whispered, closing your eyes and lying on your back.

You covered your eyes, wishing he would leave you alone.

You felt the mattress sink as he sat beside you and heard him exhale deeply. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to, but there are some things I think I should say." He said, sounding more assertive than you expected. "I didn't mean to hurt you." He added softly, his voice full of regret.

You let out a scornful laugh, cutting him off. "Well, you did." You snapped, feeling bitter.

"I tried to call you, and I tried to text you. You kept avoiding me and not giving me room to explain!" He says slightly, raising his voice.

You sit up, eyes landing on him with anger and disbelief. "What was there to explain? You led me on, made me think you were into me, and when I acted on it, you rejected me? You fucked with my head, Jolly!" You say, matching his tone, "Yes, I ignored you because it hurt, I still can't even think of you some days, but you're always fucking there!" You whine, standing up and pacing the room. "I wanted you; I tried showing you; I tried explaining that there was nothing with Noah. I came to Sweden FOR YOU."

Jolly stares at you, a sarcastic smile on his lips, "And then you called me and said you just wanted to be friends while I was trying to figure out how to make it up to you! I tried telling you the day you decided to fly back here, but you wanted to leave, and I know it wasn't a work thing; it was because you were mad at me and needed fucking Noah! You're always running to Noah. Do you see why I might be confused?!"

You run your hand down your face and sit in Noah's computer chair. "Do not try to put this on me, Jolly. I have been putting myself out there for years, hoping you'd take a fucking hint." You say through clenched teeth. "Why couldn't you just trust me? Instead, you made me question everything I felt for you." You say, your voice trembling with anger and pain. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears, and you wish you could calm down.

"I didn't trust myself!" He exclaims, raising his hands in frustration. "How could I trust you when I was so confused about my own feelings?" Jolly shifts his position, crossing his legs and leaning back. He doesn't look away from you, and you see the conflict in his eyes. "I tried, okay? I tried to trust you, but I just…I couldn't understand it. I thought you and Noah were perfect for each other. I saw how you two have always clicked, how he made you smile, how he always had your back. I felt like I didn't measure up. I let my fears overpower your words." His voice is at a mere whisper toward the end of his sentence. He senses your silence and goes on. "I want to fix this, but I need you to tell me what you want." He pauses, "We've been sending mixed signals, and I think it's confusing us both." He says, looking into your eyes, searching for a sign.

You rise from the chair and walk over to Jolly, sitting beside him on the bed. You lower your head, feeling hopeless. "I don't know how to fix this. I can't pretend to be just your friend. I've moved past that, but I'm afraid to jump into a real relationship with you." You say softly, your voice steady. "I'm scared that I'll do something that triggers your insecurities, and you'll assume someone else is better for me. And when I say I love you and only you, you won't believe me. I don't want those doubts in your mind to win and destroy what we have."

Jolly's lips curl into a small smile. "Love me?" He repeats, his tone curious.

You move closer to him, taking his hand in yours, "Yeah." You whisper, gazing into his eyes, "Because I do." You say, your voice is shaky. You squeeze his hand. "I need you to show me it's safe for me to be in this with you. I don't want to walk around on eggshells expecting the worst to happen. I want to wake up knowing we made the right choice." You say, your voice firm and serious. "Can you do that?"

He leans in, eyes locked onto yours, and gently cups your face with his other hand. His thumb caresses your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. You feel his warm breath on your lips as he whispers, "I can do that." He closes the gap between you, and you feel his soft lips press against yours.

The kiss is gentle and sweet but enough to make your heart flutter. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and deepen the kiss. You feel his arm around your waist, holding you close, and you melt into him. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours, smiling and panting. You look into his eyes, and they shine with love. "I'll never get tired of that," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. He pauses, "I brought something with me." He pulls away from you and digs in his pocket, opening a small box to reveal the opal ring he'd given you before. The ring sparkles in the light. "I wanted to give it back, and this time, I want to give it to you as a promise ring. Because I promise to be here for you, to keep you safe, and to make you feel loved and secure." He holds the ring out to you, his eyes never leaving yours. "But most of all, I promise to trust you." His voice is so sincere; you can tell he means every word. You can't help but smile. You let him slide the ring back on your finger, which fits perfectly. You look at the ring, then at him, "I was hoping I'd get this back," you say, your voice soft and sweet. You lean in and kiss him gently, feeling his lips curve into a smile.

You whisper, "I'm glad you're home."

He sighs, but it's not a sign of annoyance or anger this time. It's a sound of pure bliss and relief. "Should we text Noah?" He asks, his voice soft and content.

You nod your head and pull out your phone. You type a quick message: Can you let us out now? We had wild sex on your bed and made up.

You hear a loud laugh from the hallway. "Yeah, right." Noah's voice echoes in your ears, and you see the door handle turn. "I've been sitting out here the whole time." He says, opening the door. He grins as he sees the two of you standing, Jolly's arms wrapped around your waist and holding you close, a smile on your face. The air feels lighter, and Noah is happy for you.

"I heard you leave…" You say, chuckling. "You mean to tell me you came back and eavesdropped on everything?"

"How else was I supposed to know when to let you out?" He asks, acting like you're stupid. "Let me see the ring." He says, walking over to you and grabbing your hand. He examines it, nodding his head in approval. But instead of saying anything nice, he says, "Should we order food and watch a movie? I'm emotionally drained, and I wasn't even in here." He jokes.

You and Jolly follow Noah down the stairs and into the living room, where you find a cozy spot on the couch. You cuddle up to Jolly, resting your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around him. He kisses your forehead and holds you close, making you feel safe.

Noah makes a disgusted noise and says, "Gross. Now I'm the third wheel." He flops down on the other end of the couch and grabs the remote. He asks what you want to watch, hoping to distract himself from your lovey-dovey display.

"You know I'm always up for a murder mystery or a horror movie!" You say, raising your voice to annoy them.

Noah shakes his head, "Don't make her mad, Jolly. You'd be shocked how much she knows about disposing of a corpse without leaving a trace," He jokes.

You lift your head from Jolly's chest and give Noah a menacing look. "I'll strike when you least expect it, Noah. No one is safe from me. Not even you." You say, putting on a sinister tone.

Noah throws you the remote. He wonders if you're serious sometimes. He looks at Jolly and says, "And you're willingly choosing this psychopath?"

Jolly laughs at his remark, "Yes because she's my adorable little psycho." He says, squeezing you tighter and making you giggle. "And if she chooses to murder me someday, at least I'll die happy."

Noah rolls his eyes, not impressed by Jolly's comment. "I'm gonna order Chinese food. Do you guys want the usual?" He asks, getting up from the couch.

You nod, and Noah heads to the kitchen. Jolly takes this chance to ask you something that is on his mind. "Let me take you on a real date tomorrow." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

You pull back, looking into his eyes, smiling as you nod in approval. "I'd love that." You say, leaning in for a kiss. He kisses you back, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

You hear Noah clear his throat from the kitchen, and you break the kiss, laughing. "Sorry, Noah." You say, feeling a blush on your cheeks.

Jolly smiles at you, "He'll get used to it." He says, kissing your cheek. "He has to cause I don't plan on letting you go." He says, making your heart flutter.

"And now I'm back to hating both of you, this time for all the PDA, how the tables have turned."

You throw a pillow at Noah when he sits down. "It could be worse. We could be screaming at each other still."

Noah nods and playfully rolls his eyes, "Shut up and pick a fucking movie." He rubs his temples, "I will separate you two!"

You pick up the remote and browse through the movie options. You see an horror movie and ask Noah if he's up for it.

He nods and says, "Sure, why not? Maybe it'll scare some sense into you two." He jokes, grabbing a pillow and hugging it.

You press play, and the movie starts. You watch the screen but sneak glances at Jolly, who smiles at you and kisses your hair. You know you've made the right choice. You're glad you gave him a chance and excited for tomorrow's date. You don't know what the future holds, but you know you want him to be a part of it. You squeeze his hand and whisper, "I love you."

He smiles, whispering back, "I love you too, Honey bee."

[vampi3rbl00dlol]

How about legend and four with a reader who is seen by others as a boy because of his haircut? Like they cut it when they were in guard training or whatever from their hyrule, and the boys see the girls trying to flirt, without knowing that it's not a man? Feel free, just a stupid idea

Four and legand x kinda masc F! Reader / gender-fluid 

OMGGGGGG first of all I just wanna say thank you for this request I never thought that I would get a request from one of my fav story makers!! BTW LOV YOUR DARK LINK STUFF :D 

(Reader is going to be mostly like shuri from black panther movies and a bit non cannon reactions from characters😔)

Btw sorry this took so long seasonal depression hit me like a truck over the past few weeks:

~~~

Only just yesterday you finally decided it was time to cut your hair after a while of letting it grow all the way down to your waist. When you finally came out of the inn you and the chain were staying at for a while in gerudo town in wilds world you were almost unrecognizable at first. The only reason they actually knew it was you is because twi sniffed your sent from a mile way.

Wind: “wow I almost didn’t recognize them at first!” 😦

Time: “I don’t think any of us did wind.”

Four: “well he’s got a point- uh… and thei r gone.”

Legand: “great..”

You literally just dashed out of there going to the up draft before taking off the go find riju and hopefully train with her for a while. You eventually found her in north gerudo ruins training on dummies again and you both agreed to battle each other for a bit of training. Little did you know that four and legand were looking for you in gerudo town thinking you’ll be there.. 

(Yeah I’m doing a lot of time skips because I’m getting a mind grain😬)

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After around 3-4 hours of training with ruji (Btw ruji was the only one that recognized you straight away) you both decided to head to the town hoping the see the chain their already and only after the first few minutes of you both walking into town you started getting stairs and people whispering..

“Did ruji let in an another voe already?”

“Most likely but he’s cute in my opinion.”

Once you heard the vais say that you started giving ruji a side eye like your telling her “let’s bounce” but before you could even take another step a group of vai walked up to you and started commenting how you looked or how strong you were (not like they knew) 

While the crowd was just getting larger and ruji was just trying to get you away from there you saw four and legend, and legend looked like he was about to beat the shit out of someone but he somehow kept his composer dragging you out of there in a instant with four watching

“You vai know that’s a female right?”

Four yelled into the crowd making everyone but ruji stunned as they were both pulling you back to the chain

“Never again..”

They both said almost in sync while you just nodded

“Fine fine… bozos-“

“Hey!”

~~~~~

Ye so uh that’s the end I might make a part two after Christmas but ye- 

Requests are still open and I’m posting my ais on here so wait up for that and pokepasta stufffffff 

BTW STILL LOVE UR STORIES AND THANKS FOR THE REQUEST😁

[borajibolala]

That's my interpretation..

I'll talk about spoilers so read at your own discretion.

To start:

I had forgotten completely that RM already performed it at one of the D-Day last shows.

So I got the experience of hearing it for the first time twice.

I consider that a bonus!

But let's get to the important part:

The day it was released I barely woke up and rushed to watch the video.

We knew it was in Letterbox (it's a movie rating platform, really cool) so the cinematography wasn't really a surprise.

I just checked and they took it out of letterbox 😭

What caught me off guard was the total absence of rapping.

I always rooted for RM to find his singing voice, but that certain part just HITS the spot.

Wow.

And the GENRE?? I wasn't expecting it at all.

It has a bit of folk with the whistle and the talking-singing, along with the chorus sounds very R&B.

Not only he is singing a whole song by himself for the first time, but he is experimenting with the genre too!!!

Hallelujah.

Major indie vibes.

And the lyrics hit me so hard too.

I forgot the hour. I don't wanna know 'bout the hour. I forgot to shower. Even washing my face seems like a waste of time.

In case you don't know, this is depression.

It was very bold and brave of him to talk so openly about it like this, thank you Joonie.

You keep making us proud.

If I ever doubted about the members ability to grow artistically, now I'm a believer.

And the cherry in this amazing cake:

The MV:

It's cinematic, it's moody, it's confusing, it's DIFFERENT.

We see RM going through different scenes where he's role changes with the room he enters.

The colors change, the light changes, the clothes change.

In the beginning we see him in a party looking apathetic.

Disconnected.

A drunk man offers him a cigarette twice and he refuses (which reminds me of that one picture that was posted on Instagram).

We see him walk in and out of rooms looking confused.

In one of the rooms, he is even in a baby bed! Probably my favorite part.

Do you see something familiar?

Eventually he comes across a young woman that seems to be another version of him.

From then on, he looks changed, at ease.

He looks like he's finally the

right person in the right place

A friend having fun at the party.

A husband brushing teeth with his family.

A baby playing with his parents

And a boyfriend talking to a girlfriend.

I think this MV could have a lot of different meanings.

But the feeling like an outsider and running around, the apathetic look, the being misunderstood (in the fight with his girl) and then finally smiling and going back at peace....

It seems like making peace with the past, making peace with the old self.

It's ok to disappoint people sometimes.

The scene as a baby in the crib with the parents, the scene with the angry girlfriend made me think about that. Read expectations and disappointment.

"My kid will be this, my kid will do that"

"You promised this, you lied about that"

It might take time for us to understand life and ourselves, but when we are finally ready for it is liberating.

You don't have to be, you don't have to be the anything you see

He was free to simply be a baby for his parents.

The present is the party, he's thinking about his childhood and past (and future?) relationship but he's not living in the moment, at least he wasn't in the beginning.

I am rewatching Suchwita and RM says that his dream is to live more in the moment:

While interviewing Jin, Suga also brought back a conversation between him and Jin that happened while they were recording the first In The Soup:

Those are obvious things, in theory it's easy to understand. But when it comes to real life it's just different.

Without being careful we get caught up in moments, regrets, feeling overwhelmed.

The girl he meets in the end could represent many things: himself, his inner peace, happiness, army or spring.

As he mentions in the lyrics:

spring always been here, I will sleep in her eyes

That scene represents meeting a good friend, having a laugh, letting the weight off your shoulders.

And I just noticed the sunlight moving in the room representing the passage of time, interesting. That could mean how we lose track of time when with the right people, but it could also mean something else that I don't know.

He might be referencing Army, as spring day is such a loved song in the fandom.

What makes me think he might be talking about army is the lyrics too.

You are my pain, divine.

We know this life, although very beautiful, isn't always easy to BTS.

Along with all the prizes and support comes expectations.

I like to think this could be Namjoon making peace with his love for music, army and fame.

I see you come back to me.

That's what I could think on my own.

The references

I saw armys pointing there were references to the other members in the video:

The video starts in a party with people drinking - Jimin (Like Crazy)

Namjoon is sitting beside a couple kissing - V (Friends)

He enters a room where his girlfriend is mad at him - JK (Seven)

He is in a crib with a snoop plushie - Jhope

And the tangerine - Suga

? -Jin

There was also this theme of doors representing a different reality, and I guess this is very on brand with BTS as their logo represents a door. Yoongi also used a door in his Amygdala MV. The final door he passes also has a purple shine for a second.

All in all, I love the MV.

Once again RM is flexing his sexy brain in his art for our delight.

Stay happy and healthy, Joonie.

Love ya.

[iantimony]

a day late because yesterday i was tooooo busy! some spoilers in here for dungeon meshi and saltburn!

listening: mostly background stuff. i still haven't played more nier: automata but the boyf got me listening to the soundtrack and it whips.

reading: more tgcf at night to soothe my frenzied brain to sleep. i finished dungeon meshi yesterday!! i did cry!!! it was so, so good, i loved it. i really liked that there was no set antagonist, per se, at least not until the very end with the fight against the winged lion, it was all just a bunch of characters with different but justifiable goals that had their aims all butting up against each other. very cool. i love kabru what a little shit

a collection of some good screenshots:

watching: many things this week. my partner is visiting for the week and we like to have videos on while we're cooking n eating so we watched...essentially the entirety of weird history food channel, started with the trader joes one and spiraled from there.

we also watched the currently-released episodes of dungeon meshi. very charming. i cannot wait to see how they animate certain scenes.

on sunday night we did a friend dinner, so me and my boyfriend, roommate and hers, and one other friend; after dinner we movie night-ed it and watched saltburn and blazing saddles:

saltburn was insane! apparently there is shock and alarm at the sex scenes, which i am not very online about it so i have no idea what people are actually saying but imo it was not that crazy. there is a solo, uh, let's call it Moment towards the end of the film that is pretty out there, but besides that the sex scenes are the least of anyone's worries in this movie. it took me WAY too long to realize that the main character was the antagonist, i'm normally pretty savvy to those kinds of twists so that took me off guard. my roommate had seen it once (or even twice?? i think?? i have no wish to watch that movie again, good for her though) and i didn't start clocking it until immediately before felix tricked oliver into going home. as they were in the car i was like "there's no fucking way that he lied about his family to felix. right. right??" oops. some good cool symbolism in there, i had a bit of an xkcd "of course everyone knows this myth" moment when my roommate was like "huh i wonder if there's a symbolic reason for the bull-man statue in the maze at the end, or felix's angel wing costume" and i was like surprise pikachu. the minotaur, the labyrinth, icarus, hello? wdym you don't know the story of the minotaur??? much to think about with this movie. i searched it on tumblr and feel like a lot of people missed the point in favor of blorbo romance but like, fair, it is the blorbo romance website. 8.5/10.

blazing saddles was our palette cleanser after that doozy of a film. my friend said at the end "anyone who thinks this movie is racist needs better media literacy" and i'm inclined to agree. yes the n word is in there - but the people saying it are so unambiguously depicted as insanely stupid and wrong, and the leading man is a charismatic handsome black man, and tbh the smartest person in the movie? arguably more homophobic (the end scenes) than racist but even then the way 'f*ggot' is deployed hit me like modern tumblr humor.

idk. even though it's a comedy it is Very clear to me that a message from this movie is "Racism Bad". i thought it was fun, didn't find the blonde lady's musical number very good or funny, got a few chuckles out of it overall. classic mel brooks. 7/10.

playing: wizord101.

making: started experimenting with english paper piecing! i forgot to take a picture yesterday so ill try to remember and add that later today. or maybe for next week's post. also started a pair of fingerless gloves for my mom

eating: my boy made us all a budae-jjigae type object on sunday and it was so so so yummy - photo from before simmering for like 30 minutes, with pork belly, spam, tofu, and a bunch of mushrooms, grunions, and kimchi:

before my roommate came back from a conference we did this cabbage and thin-sliced hotpot beef thing that was. so fucking good. we had it two separate nights in a row. just layering meat and napa cabbage and then cutting into ~2in strips, laying them in a pot, filling the center with mushrooms; make a broth of soy sauce/dashi/misc soup stock powder from leftover ramen, pour it over, simmer til cooked baby. delicious. this image is a little steamy bc i tried to take it right after opening the pot, lol

misc: wough. struggling to get back into the routine a little. i need to make more spreadsheets for my agonies (apartment hunting and determining what internships/programs to apply to for this summer). and i need to start using my planner again because i keep forgetting to do shit.

[robbyrobinson]

Five Nights at Freddy's 2023 (Review)

So, after 8 years, Freddy's is finally open for business.

Five Nights at Freddy's is the long-awaited adaptation of the horror game series by Scott Cawthon. Josh Hutcherson plays Mike Schmidt, a down-on-his-luck young man who, facing an eviction notice, takes the job working as a security guard at the broken-down Freddy Fazbear's Pizza in order to support his young sister Abby.

As someone who was a passive fan of the games and watched people like Markiplier play them, I will say that I really liked the movie. Jim Henson's Creature Workshop did a fantastic job bringing the animatronic band to life down to the tiniest detail. I feel the cinematography also showcased some of the panic-inducing paranoia that the first game was known for.

I also think the cast did good for the most part. Huctherson's grief over his personal loss was believable and his relationship with Abby is touching. Piper Rubio also does a very good job in her role as the young sister. Normally I would not care much for child actors, but her interactions with the animatronics is adorable. Vanessa... is serviceable, but I did have some problems there (though she can arrest me any time). And, of course, Matthew Lillard was such a ball in his role.

The music was also great with the opening being chilling as it compliments the events of the Missing Children Incident. The movie was also rife with Easter eggs and references which I liked.

As someone who was familiar with the games and kept up with them, I think it does the games justice. For everything else...

The movie suffers from writing and pacing. The film is 1 hr 50 min, but it felt like it was over too quickly. Definitely not something that felt like it took 8 years to get. Like there is one scene where Mike would be sleeping, then BOOM! Scary thing happens, he reacts, then it jumps to a completely unrelated scene. Instead of taking its time to breathe, the film appears to be in a mad dash to get to the end with some of the more emotional moments being not effective.

So... what I did not like and/or neutral on...

The film itself is not scary, sometimes feeling like an extended Goosebumps episode which is kind of funny considering the Tales from the Pizzaplex and Fazbear Frights books. While it hits the atmosphere of the game well, it kind of lacks an identity requiring you to be familiar with the games. Like it's just basing it off the popularity of the games rather than coming into its own.

I totally get the film was made for the fans in mind, which is fine, and as someone who knows about the franchise, I was satisfied. But I think the film could have done more to make the film accessible to everyone especially with getting some new fans. The worldbuilding was not great with some of its explanations for what things are being brief. For anyone who does not have the slightest idea what FNAF is, this film does it a total disservice.

===Spoilers; Turn Away if you do not want to see what happens===

As much as I loved Matthew Lillard here, he felt underused. It is of no issue with him, it's the screenplay's fault. I wish the film would have done something similar to The Silver Eyes where we have Afton giving Mike information on the run-down family entertainment establishment all while slowly building up that his character Raglan was William Afton. I would have even liked if Mike started to befriend Raglan and confiding in him his darkest secrets, which would make the twist of Afton being responsible for the death of his brother Garett even more effective as that betrayal would sting. But, we do have Vanessa already who does some lore drops here and there so I guess that'd be redundant.

Don't know about some people, but didn't actually mind how the springlock failure happens though Afton acting like some cartoon character with his reactions to getting impaled are kind of wonky, though since Lillard hams up his performances often, I guess it's a minor gripe. It's more his final line "I always come back!"

It's definitely a cool line hearing it being said after it being such an iconic catchphrase from the games, and even if it felt goofy, again I equated that with Lillard's hamminess. But, again, I feel the line falls flat on anyone not tuned in with the lore. Instead of being an intimidating, final threat of spite, a non-FNAF fan would be like "What do you mean you always come back? This is the first time I've seen you, I think."

Perhaps also having the Yellow Rabbit periodically stalking Mike would have also been good since that would raise the tensions. We also know little on Afton in this film, but since Lillard had signed up for a three-film deal, maybe more will be revealed in the sequel.

Vanessa also felt underutilized. Like I understand that she was someone who had her childhood destroyed by her sociopath of a father, but it made a lot of her previous actions completely confusing. Again, the film could have benefitted from flashbacks to further flesh her out as a character aside from the small "he really messed you up" note from Mike. Not helping is the film tipping into predictability. I defy you to say that no one saw Vanessa jumping in to intervene coming after she was all like "I can't go there, I just can't!"

That and the film should have made her being in cahoots with Afton more apparent. He rants saying that he wanted her to kill Mike if he was getting in too deep with unraveling the mystery, but... when was that ever the case? Vanessa acts super sus, but we have no real threads to follow to get the explanation. That, and him saying she was fixing a mess that she started was very interesting. I really wanted to know what he was implying: if we assume that the crying child is canon to this timeline, was she the one who perpetrated the Bite of '83 that made Afton into the crazy serial killer he would become, or was it just referring to this occasion where she did not kill Mike as he demanded?

My boi Golden Freddy was done dirty. He was intimidating which was good, but the film does a poor job at introducing him. GF is understood as being a "ghost" character of sorts who crashes your game, but the film never goes into the differences enough between him and the other animatronics. He can leave the pizzeria unlike the others and can open and close the doors at will, but we know so little about him. It does such a disservice, it is not surprising anyone not familiar with the series would be unable to tell the difference between Golden Freddy and regular Freddy further compounding on the confusion.

The tone also felt inconsistent at times. The kill at the beginning sets the mood well, and we get some of that mood later in the act. The animatronics massacring the crew Jane paid to wreck up Freddy's was horrific especially with what happened to Max, but then the animatronics are all cutesy with Abby (which, yeah, it was because Afton was influencing the animatronics somehow to lull Abby into a false sense of security before getting her stuffed) like with the fort scene. I am not.... completely against it because, while whacky, it reinforces the notion that the animatronics are not truly evil at heart: they are lost, scared ghosts of children who had their lives robbed of them. But Bonnie falling on his back is... kind of silly.

Of course, this is a result of the games being somewhat tongue-in-cheek with Scott being a master-class troll, but the humor doesn't really hit well and almost feels like a conglomeration of different scripts that were Frankensteined together. The who gets custody of Abby thing is also not helping matters.

The film appears to be at a total loss: it has to cater to a young audience since they play the games or buy the merchandise, but they try to push the envelope as far as they could for a PG-13 film, but doing so causes a total whiplash in tone. It does not know what audience it is trying to appeal to.

===Spoilers Over===

Despite it all, will say that I came out of the film finding it good. Not great, but nowhere near the trashfire some critics are making it out to be. But even then, I think the movie critics are not totally wrong in most of their points. The movie is flawed and only works for a select audience and maybe can be a gateway for kids to see more horror films and, since they are marketable characters, maybe the film acquired some new fans.

The film is an accomplishment having been in development hell for years, but I really wish that the film could have been better. I am not expecting Shakespeare in terms of writing as while good writing contributes to making a movie workable, it is not automatically making it "good." Much like the Super Mario Bros. Movie, FNAF 2023 is a simple, predictable story, which is not a complete knock on it as... well, both films had the fans in mind.

But with Mario's case, you have 40+ years and supplementary material to work with. FNAF had little to no story when it started off as a simple point and click survival horror game. While I am fine with a simple story, it could have been done so much better and more accessible for everyone besides fans.

[callofdudes]

I have a cute prompt for you if you are okay with it!

Ghost, Soap, and König reacting to their Petite Reader Partner who gets mistaken for a child/teen often(even though they are an adult), get bullied and told they shouldn’t be with their boyfriend. In the end they all comfort their partner and make sure they are loved after they handle the situation.

Oh boy haha 😅 could be interesting. We'll see what comes out of it. Onward!!

Ghost.

You and Ghost were headed out to the movies. While Ghost preferred to just get the movie on stream when it was released, you had begged him to go see it in theatres. So finally Simon had relented and decided to take you out to the theater.

He rolled his eyes when the two of you walked into the dimly lit theatre and approached one of the terminals. Ghost found the movie quickly and pulled out his wallet to pay when a warning popped up on the screen. Something about how gory and violent it was and age restrictions yada yada-

Ghost pressed the X and continued to pay. Once the two of you had your tickets you walked over to get some treats. Being on the smaller side Ghost labelled things on the slightly higher display shelves and ended up getting you the snacks you wanted. He wasn't a big popcorn guy considering he wore his mask everywhere and didn't like to get it everywhere.

The woman at the counter smiled at you kindly as Ghost handed you the stuff and you walked off.

"excited?" You nodded and took the tickets from his hands. He would get you drinks while you got your seats.

You walked up to the ticket counter and handed you tickets to the man standing there. He looked down at you and then to the movie listed on your ticket. He chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Sorry kiddo. We can't let you in unsupervised. Where are you're parents?"

Oh.

Of course.

You frowned. "I'm an adult than you. I'm here to grab seats for me and my partner."You attempted to walk past him but he grabbed your shoulder and gently pushed you back. "Right. Once your parent comes I can let you through but I can't let you into there without supervision."

You growled. You turned around as Ghost walked over and could see the confusion on his face. The man at the counter watched the 6'4 masked man approach you. With his eyes covered in black smudges he didn't look at all normal.

"something wrong?" Ghost asked.

"I can't let the kid in without supervision."

Ghost raised an eyebrow and looked down at you. "This is my fiance. We're here to see a movie if you couldn't tell by your job." He was a little annoyed. You were numb to it at this point.

The man at the counter frowned. He looked back up at Ghost and then you. You looked worriedly up at Ghost as if he was going to knock the guy out. It was a little mistake people made. It didn't mean anything.

Finally the man gave back the tickets and allowed you into the movie. Ghost sighed heavily. "Babe, it's ok. I'm used to it."

"It pisses me off. Sure they're doing their job but, ugh." You took his arm and the two of you walked up to your seats.

You didn't get twenty minutes into the film before two security guards were coming up the stairs towards the two of you. "Ghost..?" You whispered. People looked over at you as the security guard bent down and smiled at you. "Can you two come with us please?" Ghost and you complied. The security guards were rough with Ghost as they escorted you down the stairs. You felt embarrassed as people around the theatre whispered to each other.

Once you were outside one of the guards took you aside and bent down in front of you. "Are you alright, hon?" You nodded and looked over at Ghost who was being aggressively pat down. At least you'd convinced him to leave his knives at home.

And then it hit you. You growled. "What are you doing? What have we done wrong!?" The officer tried to calm you down and continue on with questions. "Do you know this man. Do you know, know him?"

You spluttered and your mouth fell open. "Of course I know him! He's my fiance!" You pulled away and showed him the band on your finger. "If you think he's trying to kidnap me you're mistaken!"

One of the officers pulled out Simon's military ID and nodded. You scrambled with your own ID and showed the man. The officers seemed to see their mistake and quickly let the two of you go.

They still found it in them to give Simon a 'talking to' about dating younger looking people. You were enraged. "I can't date him because I look young!?"

"We just don't want people taking this sort of thing the wrong way-"

Before Simon could bite back you grabbed his arm and started to pull him toward the door. "Nevermind! I didn't want to be here anyway." Simon followed after you into the dark parking lot. He was contemplating saying anything until he could hear your tears of frustration.

"Y/N. Y/N." You started to maneuver your pockets in search of your keys when Simon stopped you. You looked up at him and he took your cheeks in his hands. "We're alright."

You scoffed. "Alright!? You just got pat down in the middle of a movie theatre! That was so embarrassing!"

Simon took your hand and pulled you to his chest. "It's alright. We're ok." You were angry. And you were upset. This wasn't the first time you'd been questioned. Looking like a child hanging around Simon who was considering odd looking to social standards. It was horrible being made fun of and having Simon called a sick man for thinking he could date you.

He rubbed your back and held you tight. "It'll be ok." He reassured. He took the keys from your hands and unlocked the car. "I'll drive. We can go get ice cream or something. And we can watch a movie at home?" You shook your head. You slumped over to the door of the car and waited for him to unlock it. "No Si, it's ok. I don't feel like it anymore."

Simon frowned. Absolutely not. Not on his watch. Not his precious.

He huffed and pulled you up into his arms. You gasped as you were hauled like a grape into his strong arms and carried to the trunk. "S-Simon?" After opening it he placed you on the bed of the trunk and crawled in with you. He kissed your throat under the balaclava. Once he closed it he turned on his phone and laid down. You smiled and cuddled into his chest. He pulled off his balaclava and kissed your temple. "No one can tell me to stop loving you." You leaned up and kissed him on the lips. "Thank you Simon."

And the two of you sat in the parking lot watching YouTube for the rest of the night.

Soap.

You and Johnny were on leave and during your time on holidays you and him decided you wanted to do go-kart racing. Johnny had been excited about it all morning. He wouldn't stop talking about it as the two of you got ready for the day. He constantly made sure he had enough money and that you would be covered. You had to laugh at him for being so excited. Because of course he was.

After you'd eaten breakfast that morning you'd met up with a few other military friends who had come to stay and hangout as well. You all got coffee and started down the road to the place.

Some of the boys talked in the back while Johnny drove down the almost empty road. His large hand placed on your thigh, practically ensnaring you. The radio was softly playing and he looked over at you and smiled. You smiled back.

When you arrived it was fairly busy. You didn't expect it with how little traffic there was but it was a vacation week. The boys all stood around with Johnny at the head, hand in yours. The establishment was huge and you could see the outdoor track stretching across the dirty land and the cars people were racing in. Nerves tightened and twisted in your gut as you moved toward the front.

Johnny smiled at the woman and pulled out his card to pay. "All five of us." She smiled and nodded at the men. And then her eyes dropped onto you. You barely were taller than the glass shield on the counter and were no taller than Johnny's shoulder.

She frowned. "Children under fifteen can't ride sir. Your kid will have to stay." Johnny paused. His eyes went wide as he spun back what she'd said. "No, it's ok." The woman frowned. "Sir. It's our safety rule. No children under fifteen even with parental supervision. You cannot be in the same car and we cannot confirm the child will be safe."

Your cheeks flushed red from being called a child. Your sudden enthusiasm was gone, replaced by shame and sadness. Of course if had to be here. Of all things.

Johnny saw your expression and was at a loss. "They're over eighteen." He clarified. She hummed. "Any identification?" Your jaw dropped. You searched your pockets. Surely you'd have your passport or your driver's licence. No. Johnny was driving. You'd left it at the hotel. You looked up at him and he knew.

"You can't take our word for it?" He asked, hopeful. She shook her head. "Unfortunately without identification we can't let-"

"I'm not a child!" You yelled, startling everyone. Even Johnny. "He's my boyfriend! I live on my own I'm in the-" you paused and your smile brightened. You dug in your coat pocket and pulled out your military ID. "There!"

The woman gave Johnny a weird look this time but look the ID and clicked her tongue. She looked between the two of you and raised an eyebrow. "Dating eh? Some sick fetish or sum?"

Stunned silence.

John didn't move.

The rest of your group didn't move.

You didn't move.

Without a word Johnny grabbed your ID back and cursed in thick Scottish. He motioned to the group that if they wanted a round they could but he wouldn't be going. You hid your face and rushed after him out of the building.

Johnny growled and kicked a nearby rock. He was seething. He balled his fists and cursed everything he could think of. He paused and bit his tongue long enough to see the utter disappointment on your face. He sat down on the curb and sighed. "I'm sorry love."

You shook your head and sat down next to him. "It's ok." He knew it wasn't ok. He hugged your shoulder and pulled you against his chest. "Do you want to go back in or-"

"No. It's ok Johnny."

He started down at his feet for a moment. Thinking of what to say. "I'm sorry. I shuid hae defended ye instead o' storming oot lik' a madman."

"it's alright Johnny. We don't have to do racing. While it would have been fun. There are other things we can do. I only need you to have fun." He smiled. "You're not mad?"

"Oh I'm mad. Downright pissed. But it's not the end of the world."

His smile grew brighter and he pulled you into his arms. "I love you. And I won't let them tell me I can't! Because you're perfect just the way you are." You smiled and kissed him. He hauled you up into his arms and brought you back to the car. "What do they know anyway? She just doesn't know how awesome you are. My small, precious, favorite person with the biggest personality I've ever seen." You giggled when he placed you into the backseat. He crawled in with you and grinned mischievously. "While they're busy~"

"John MacTavish!"

König.

Oh the joys of training at another site. You unbuckled your seatbelt and jumped out from the truck. You were stationed to help train a new group of recruits down at a secondary base. Unfortunately you'd been away with some unexpected business and would be meeting up with your partner and husband König.

You smiled at the driver and met up with one of the lieutenant. You met with him early and he seemed eager to see you again. "Captain!" You salute him and walk through the open gates of the main base. Inside were parked several vacant trucks and military personnel busied themselves everywhere around you. You were pleased. It seemed so much slower compared to the long, boring, and strenuous hops around the country you'd been doing. But you'd be happy to see König again after two weeks.

When you walked in you were greeted by a lieutenant and his sergeant. You'd met the lieutenant but the sergeant seemed to look you over with what looked like disapproval.

"Captain." The lieutenant greeted. You shook his hand and smiled. "Nice to see you Lieutenant. Where can I find König?"

The man lit up happily. "Right this way." You followed him into a building that panned out into what looked like an operating station and a small indoor training stead. The two of you walked quickly down the hall, passing busy drill sergeants and mumbling rookies.

"König is in with your group giving them a briefing. The men you'll be working with are class A recruits. Clean records and skill. Some of them have an attitude however."

You chuckled. "Don't they all?"

As you approached the training room doors flew open and a recruit walked passed. He slammed into your shoulder and told you to 'get lost' or something of the sort. He was too out of breath for it to be comprehensive. You shrugged it off and walked into the room. If was much bigger than you thought and you were almost impressed at it's size.

At least fifteen men stood near a training ring at ready. You smiled when the first thing you saw was König going over routine things. He looked over when the doors opened, followed by the rest of the men.

You nodded and waved up at König. His posture immediately straightened just a bit more. You nodded back at the lieutenant and made your way over to the recruits. They all looked at you as of you were gum on someone's shoe. You kept at the back and allowed König to finish what he was saying.

One of the recruits looked over and tapped your shoulder. You looked up and hummed. "Need something?" You raised an eyebrow. "Pardon?" He looked down at you and them up again. "I think you have the wrong room kid. Sign up sheets are in the office." He smirked and one of his friends chuckled and hit his arm to get his attention back on König. You frowned.

Oh.

You were still wearing your jacket. They couldn't see the rank on your uniform. Common mistake.

"You are dismissed for lunch." König said.

All the men sighed and pushed passed you and into the hallway. You again brushed it off and rushed over to König when he jumped down. He took your waist on his large hands and hoisted you up like nothing. "Oh, da ist ein Gesicht, das ich so sehr vermisse!" Oh there's a face I miss so much!

You pulled up his mask and settled your gaze on his face. The scars across his vitamin deprived skin. You placed a gentle kiss on his lips and settled against his chest. "I missed you too." You hugged his neck and kicked your legs out with a giddy smile. He placed you down on the ground and readjusted his face covering. "Come, meet them. Their an annoying bunch." You scoffed. "Oh?"

The two of you walked toward the mess hall, just in time for lunch. Your stomach growled. You were hungry after the long trip.

You entered the hall and were faced with the familiar surroundings of loudly talking rookies and starving stomachs. König handed you a plate and let you have your fill of what you wanted. Once you'd stacked your plate you followed König to the designated 'leaders table'. Two other men sat there already talking when you joined.

You sat next to König and was about to tell him about your trip when one of the men piped up. "Hey, kid. Newbies sit over there."

You raised an eyebrow but the man went back to eating. So you went back to eating. It didn't take long before the same man grumbled. "Did you hear me private? Other table."

You opened your mouth to speak but König beat you. "As a captain, they are well within their rights to sit here."

The man chuckled. You noticed his uniform and he was also another captain. "Captain eh? Is this a joke?" You almost felt shameful for a moment. You unzipped your coat and shrugged it over your shoulders lazily. "No. It's not." He was quiet for a minute and you were thankfully allowed to continue to eat in peace.

But that same prick spoke up again. "Married eh? A little odd to marry someone so young looking." It didn't take you long this time to realize he was talking about you. You looked down at your wedding ring and frowned. "Pardon?"

She shrugged. "Just seems a bit weird someone would marry, forgive me, a near child lookalike."

Your furrowed your brows deeper. "Excuse me?" König shifted. " And what is the problem with being married, Captain?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all. Just seems like something gross is all."

You were absolutely hurt. Suddenly you didn't feel hungry at all. You looked down at the table and averted your gaze from them. "I'll see you in the bunks, love." You muttered to König before getting up and leaving.

"Y/N!" König growled. He glared at the man with daggers. "Do not talk to them like that again. That was beyond disrespectful." König stood and rushed out of the tent after you.

You were embarrassed when you made it back to the Captain's bunks. König came in seconds after you and saw you sitting on one of the free beds.

"Love-"

"Am I gross?" You asked.

König felt his heart clench. "Goodness no!" He sat down next to you and wrapped his arms around your torso. "No love. I love you with all my heart."

You looked up at him but your lips were fixed turned down. König caressed your cheek and lifted up his hood. You looked deep into his eyes and saw all the love he poured out through them. A tear rolled down your cheek and you hugged him. "I love you König."

König peppered your throat with kisses and took your smaller hands in his. He looked down at the engraved ring on your finger and smiled.

" I love you too. I'll always love you. Don't let them ever tell you otherwise. Just because they think it's weird doesn't mean you aren't perfect in your own way. I'll love you no matter your height or you figure." He kissed your forehead and rubbed your back. "And he's been a jerk all week so he's just dumb." König muttered. You laughed and curled into his arms. "Thank you."

I don't know if this is what you meant but I tried. 😅 I had a bit of trouble with König. I kept rewriting a scenario and wasn't happy with a lot of the turnouts so I stuck with this. But I hope you enjoy!

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Play Pretend

summary: When Bucky is injected with a substance that leaves him desperate for release, you offer your help. pairing: bucky x reader word count: 7.8k warnings: smut (18+), sex pollen (with as much consent as one can have in a dub/con trope)

“What in the—” you slammed an elbow to the nose of the assailant behind you, “holy,” a quick right jab to another coming up on your left, “godforsaken,” a knee plunged straight to your ribs and you kicked to the assailant who managed to get one up on you, “hell, Rogers!”

Another body fell to the ground and settled at the collection at your feet.

Dripping in sweat, heart pounding in your chest, and your body short of giving out completely, you slumped a shoulder against the cold frame of the wall. Down the hall, at least a dozen more Hydra agents were barreling towards you.

There was no response on the coms; not that you expected as much. The Hydra base in Munich you were tasked with rigging to blow was meant to be abandoned. Nothing left but a dozen empty cells and decades of barbaric research no one should ever lay eyes on again.

Seemed Captain Roger’s intel was just slightly off. Tell that to the series of bodies lying in your wake.

“You better send backup, Rogers, or I swear to God I’ll haunt your star-spangled ass for all eternity,” you grumbled to the broken transmission as you attempted to square up. Fists out ahead of you, swaying slightly on weakened legs, a dizziness in your vision making it hard to tell exactly how many men were charging straight at you.

“What? I’m not enough for you?” Bucky suddenly appeared on your right, chuckling to himself as he released the empty magazine from his weapon and quickly replaced it with a new one. Blood was soaked into his hair line, mixing with the sweat beaded on his forehead, and he brushed the back of his hand against his face to smear it back into his hair.

“About time you showed up. Making me do all the hard work myself,” you scoffed, shooting him a teasing smile as you eyed the hallway he came rushing in from.

He insisted you’d be out in time for movie night back home if the two of you split up, divided the C4 amongst you and met back at the quinjet in twenty. Not even his super soldier instincts could have predicted this place would be overrun with stray Hydra agents looking for a rematch.

One of the agents opposing you whipped out a handgun and Bucky jumped forward, using his left arm as a shield. The bullets ricocheted across the room, puncturing into another Hydra agent who collapsed to the ground clutching his knee.

You exhaled a heavy breath, the edges of your lips dipping down into a frown as you watched more agents stepping over the bodies of their colleagues and advancing down the hallway. You glanced up at Bucky, watching as he weighed the rifle in his hands, bouncing it lightly. It was running low on ammo.

“You get anyone on coms yet?”

“Nothing. We’re on our own.” Bucky gritted his teeth, firing a few rounds down at the mass of Hydra agents swarming their way towards you. It knocked a few of them down, at least.

You started to take a few steps in their direction, yanking a knife from the spine of an agent on the ground before you whipped it down at the ones ahead of you, knocking another to the ground. The echo of gunfire tore through the cramped hall again and it left a pile of men at the front lines.

Four left.

“That was my last round,” Bucky grunted, tossing the weapon to the floor as he tugged a small blade from the holster on his thigh. He smirked as he glanced over at you through the corner of his eye. “Who do you want?”

You shrugged, studying the four agents who came to a slow halt at the opposite end of the hallway. The two on the left looked about as you’d expected from Hydra agents; tall, dark haired, with shoulders twice as wide as their hips and a vicious kind of look in their eyes. Then, a blonde-haired woman who couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from Bucky, a hand resting impatiently on the knife against her hip. Last, a man who towered at least two feet above the others with a long, jagged scar covering most of his face.

“I’ll take the two on the right.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, glancing between you and your chosen assailants. The taller one cracked his neck to the side and bared his teeth.

“You’re sure?”

You feigned offense; a hand pressed your heart as you took a few steps forward, sliding the batons out from the holsters along your shoulder blades and twirling them between your fingers. “You underestimate me, Barnes. You think I’d let you have all the fun?”

Bucky laughed, shaking his head as he jogged to catch up with you, disregarding the battle cries of the Hydra agents as they advanced as if it was only ever the two of you in the room. “Not a chance in hell, sweetheart.”

The blonde woman stared to advance on Bucky, eyes trailing him up from his boots to the top of his head with a devilish kind of look in her stare. She licked at her lips hungrily, as if she was ready to take a bite into him, though he paid her no mind as he rushed at the two men to her right.

“Hey, Barbie!” you called, waving a baton in the air to grab her attention. “Looks like your stuck with me.”

She glared at you, pausing in her strut for only a minute, but it was all you needed. You sprinted towards her, using the wall as leverage as you jumped up against the frame to propel yourself into her. Baton at ready, you slammed down into her collarbone as she let out a yelp and fell down to the ground. It didn’t take her long to get back on her feet and when she did, her knife was nestled tight into her grip, a new kind of intrigue on her face as she stared you down.

“Need any help over here?” Bucky called out from the end of the hallway as he ducked under the right hook of one of his assailants. He clipped one in the knees, sending them spiraling to the floor with a pained shout, before he smirked over in your direction.

“Mind your business, Barnes!” You rolled your eyes as a smile crept up against your lips.

Barbie took a single glance back at Bucky before her eyes returned to you and there was something darker within her stare you didn’t quite notice, or perhaps you simply mistook it for enemy territory. Either way, when she raised her arm with knife in hand, you whipped around the baton in a backhanded strike, sending the knife flying down the hall. Unarmed, she stared at you with wide, fearful eyes, until you knocked her out with a final hit to the side of her. Nothing fatal, but it would keep her under until backup arrived to hull her in.

Bucky was still fighting off his second attacker as you approached the man leaning against the wall with his arms folded over his chest, patiently waiting. He pushed himself off the wall, cracked his knuckles between his palms with sharp snaps that echoed down into the hallway.

“Think you can take me, little girl?” he taunted, voice low and thick, like it had gone years in disuse. He made a show of the way he settled into his stance; fists held out in front of him, shadow boxing in an attempt to intimidate you. It seemed to catch him off guard when you rolled your eyes.

“It’s been a long day,” you shrugged, “and frankly, I’d like to go home. So, let’s make this quick.”

The arrogant smirk dropped from his face, replaced quickly with a wash of rage that a woman half his size would dare mock him in such a way. But he was clumsy in his stance and in his swings, so you saw each of his moves coming a mile ahead. With every right hook, you slid under his arm and stepped out behind him. In every jab, you side stepped out of reach. He exhausted himself while you made little effort in your defense. Without a single offensive throw, he was panting in a matter of minutes.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” he bellowed, loud enough to make Bucky pause for a moment and you winced as his assailant took advantage of the moment to get in a punch to his jawline. He recovered quickly, giving you the security to face your own attacker head on. The Hydra giant was dripping in sweat, red in the face, teeth bared and near feral. “Fight me!”

“Only because you asked so nicely.”

As he threw his next swing, you met it with the brunt of your baton, stilling him in his stance. He stared at you, wide eyes and jaw slacked, as you winked at him and dove under his legs. Before he could manage to turn around, you flicked at switch at the bottom of the batons which emitted an electrical pulse from the top edge and plunged it into the man's neck.

He convulsed, gargling out a few incoherent words, before he collapsed to the floor at your feet. You grinned, sliding the batons into the holsters at your shoulder blades.

“Alright, I take it all back,” Bucky’s voice chuckled from behind you. “You don’t need me at all.”

You laughed, shaking your head as several strands fell down into your face, lost to the bun at the top of your head in the struggle. As you turned to face Bucky, you found him standing with his hands planted on his hips and the brightest smile on his face, one that took him years to find again since you first met him and damn if it wasn’t one of the most beautiful sights you’d ever seen.

But then, there was a sudden rush of movement on the ground. One of the Hydra agents wrestled back up to his feet behind Bucky, a malice imbedded deep into his glare, a determination as he rushed forward.

There was little time to think as you lunged for the knife you broke free of the blonde agent’s hand and whipped it across the room. It plunged straight into the man’s jugular and he fell backwards, hands sliding out from around Bucky’s neck as blood coated the tile floors.

“Shit,” you panted, hands on your knees. “You okay?”

Bucky didn’t respond.

Slowly, heart pounding in your chest, you glanced up to find him pulling a syringe from his neck. He stared at it for a second, stunned as a few stray droplets dripped from the edge of the needle before he dropped it to the ground, letting it slip out from his fingers limply. The vile was empty as it rolled along the tile and settled against the dead body of its owner.

“Bucky?”

There was a sudden, paralyzing dread that swept over his features, one that seemed to worsen as his eyes fell upon yours. Then, his knees started to buckle, his stance falling unsteady and you rushed forward, darting under his arm to catch him before could lay amongst the bodies of Hydra agents. He was shaking, hands trembling, and you could feel the sharp rise and fall of his breath as you held him steady.

“We have to get you out of here,” you said, trying to push down the panic etching its way up your spine, but Bucky shook his head.

“No time.” It was all he could mutter out.

“Bucky, you've just been injected with God knows what and we need to get to you a medic or—”

“There,” he grunted, pointed to an open room at the end of the hallway. With a thick, metal door and dozen locks lining the outside, it was more of a cell than a room. You started to shake your head, but Bucky gripped tight to your arm. “Y/n, please.”

You watched him carefully, noticed how he couldn’t seem to meet your eye, how sweat was beading at his hairline more profusely than it was in the midst of a battle, how his breaths were broken and trembling on every exhale.

“Okay, okay. Hold on.” You slowly guided him to step over the bodies at your feet, most unconscious, others not as lucky, and swiftly led him into the cell. It seemed to put him at ease as you aided him to sit on one of the metal chairs at the center of the room. As you released your touch from his arm, a rush of what appeared to be pain twisted into his facial features though he tried to hide it.

“So, what do we do now?” you asked. “I could try to find the lab. They could have counteractants to whatever this is. Or I could try to fix the coms... but we all know Parker’s a lot better with that stuff than I am.”

You laughed, trying to ease the tension in the room, but it was so thick you could have cut through it with the blunt edge of your baton. Bucky’s eyes were glued to the floor, his hands curling around the undersides of the chair until the metal warped under his grip.

“You need to leave.”

Your smile dropped. “What? No, are you crazy? I’m not leaving you alone after—”

“Go!” His voice boomed against the walls and you tried not to let the shock startle you.

“Bucky, stop. That’s not happening.” You dug your fingers into your hips as you paced back over the door, stole a quick glance in both directions. It was still empty save for the bodies lying in your wake. It seemed you and Bucky were entirely alone. You pinched the bridge of your nose. “We’ll figure something out, okay? We always do. This can’t be worse than the time we were buried in that old chevy under twelve feet of snow in Alaska last year, can it?”

You shot him a grin, hoping to ease him, though it did little use. His face was red, jaw stoned. He looked like he was barely breathing.

“You’re not hearing me,” Bucky groaned, his voice molding into something darker. “You're not safe here. You need to leave. Now. Before I... Before I can’t control this. Before I hurt you.”

You paused, narrowing your eyes. “What are you talking about? Do you… Do you know what that stuff was?”

Bucky clenched his jaw, turning away from you the best he could. He let out a pained groan and kicked the chair out from under him. It slammed against the wall with a harsh clash and forced a skip in your heartbeat, a hand darting up to your chest. Bucky leaned over the table, trying to find support, but he ended up gripping onto the sides hard enough to dent imprints in the shape of his hands.

You rushed forward, desperate to help because you couldn’t stand to see him in so much pain, and placed a hand on his shoulder. It touched upon the thick straps of Kevlar for only a second, and still, it was enough to elicit a visceral reaction. He whined, something between a moan and cry, and he slumped down out of your reach.

“Don’t touch me,” Bucky warned, though his voice broke in the effort. His breaths were labored and heavy, and still it seemed as though he could barely get one in. “Please. You—You have to get away from me. I’m— I’m begging you.”

Bucky choked back a cry, biting down hard on his lower lip, and it was then you noticed his right hand palming at the hardened outline nestled tight against his thigh. He pressed the heel of his left into his eyes, shame burning hot against his ears and cheeks and trailing down in red patches along his neck. He tried to hide behind his hair, hide from you, but it was enough; you recognized what this was.

It was a serum created by Hydra in the seventies, meant to create inhumans of their own design when the clinical measures were proving unsuccessful. It was created to induce a euphoric state, a primal need beyond personal control, to put its host through hell until Hydra had what it wanted: a viable chance at an inhuman child.

“Bucky,” you called gently, though all you earned was a whimpered grunt in response. Slowly, you crossed the plane of the room to him and laid a hand against his collar. His eyes fluttered shut in response, his whole body keenly alert to every touch.

“You should leave,” he warned again, his gaze slowly drawing up to meet your own; a glossy shine shielded over a stunning ocean blue. “Let me... let me take care of this on my own. I’ll be f-fine.”

“It’ll be agonizing,” you told him, having remembered the speech Tony gave a few months back after the team first encountered the serum in Peru. “It won’t kill you, but it will feel pretty damn close. Nothing you do on your own will relieve it. It doesn't work like that. You need someone to help you through this.”

He shook his head. “No. I won’t-- I won’t ask you to do that.”

“You don’t have to,” you replied gingerly, drawing your hand up along his arm, tracing over swells of muscle as watching the way a shiver followed so tenderly in your wave. You rested your hand along his cheek, brushing your thumb under his eyes. He was scorching hot. You smiled at him, something soft and gentle, something sad. “I’m offering, Bucky.”

“No,” he grunted out. “I��I can’t. I won’t.”

You nodded, letting your hand fall to the side. It was remarkable he was able to hold himself back this long, let alone decline an offer when presented to him. You’d heard the stories of men to devolved to a near primal state, who attempted to jump the first person they saw and fought their way to release. Bucky was determined to spare you, even as you offered, even knowing that turning you down would put him through a world of pain.

“Okay,” you conceded. “Tell me what you need. Tell me something I can do, Buck, because I can’t just watch you in pain like this.”

Bucky stared at you, pupils blown wide, almost as if he could see right through you.

“Need to get this off,” he finally admitted, eyes drifting down to his suit.

“Okay,” you replied steadily. “Do you want help?”

He shook his head, his stare glued to the floor, but you could see the way his hands were reaching out for you, how he had to keep himself in check and hold them firmly at his sides. He tried to unfasten the buckle at his chest himself, but within seconds he let out a hallowed cry, dropping his head in defeat.

“Hurts,” he exhaled, and slowly his eyes came back up to yours. He forced out a halfhearted smile the best he could. “Can you...?”

You returned the nervous smile, as you took a cautious step forward. He followed your every move as your hands extended towards his chest, fingers clipping the buckles easily as they unsnapped down his jacket. Each one left a new breath of relief in its wake, like he was just on the edge of the surface, under only a few inches of water.

Your hands slid under the seams, helping to slip the sleeve down his right arm, and Bucky choked back a moan. His eyes fluttered shut, lips parted just slightly, and you jumped back.

“Sorry,” he muttered. His cheeks were near on fire.

“It’s alright, Buck. It’s not your fault.” You reached out for him again. “Here, let me help with your belt.”

“No, no, I’ve got it.” His hands were shaking as he started to fidget with the buckle. He swayed on his feet, trying to find some relief. As he unfastened the latch and unbuttoned the hem of his pants, his eyes flashed up to you. He exhaled a heavy breath. “Can you... Christ... can you turn around?”

The look on his face, the shame radiating from every ounce of him, shattered you right to your core. You nodded quickly, turning your back to him and making your way to the door. He needed privacy – of course, he did. He didn’t need you around to bear witness to the consequences of Hydra’s newest attempt to leave him powerless and vulnerable.

But just as you approached the door, Bucky called out quietly, “don’t go.”

You stilled in an instant, though you didn’t dare to turn around.

“It, um,” he cleared his throat awkwardly. “I think it helps if you’re here. If that’s alright.”

“Need something to look at, huh?” you laughed, trying to make light of the impossible position he was in, and you were thankful for the short chuckle you heard behind you.

“Don’t flatter yourself, doll. You’re the only one here,” he replied, a teasing back in his tone, and no matter how tense it was or how forced it felt, it made your heart skip a beat.

You smiled, shaking your head. Leave it to the two of you to find the humor in a situation like this. Biting down on your lip, you tried to suppress the grin, though it did little use.

Then, you heard the soft fall of his shirt to the floor. Quickly followed by the pants of his suit, dropping to the ground in a heap. He exhaled a breath that sounded as though he hadn’t done so in years and you found yourself wondering what he looked like standing there behind you, naked and aching, harder than he’d ever been in his life.

“Swear you won’t tell Sam about this.”

You shook your head, chewing on the inside of your cheek to hold back another laugh. “No promises.”

“Y/n.”

“You’ve got to be in crippling pain, Buck. You don’t have time to be embarrassed right now,” you shot back teasingly. “Stop edging.”

“Fine, okay,” he grumbled back, though you could hear the light in his voice, even if it was a little tense. “Just… give me a second.”

The room became impossibly quiet, painfully so, and you waited under bated breath for something to happen. The smile slowly left your lips, fading into a restless frown as you listened intently to his labored breathing, the tight groans of pain, until finally, his hand circled around the base of his cock.

The whine that left his lips was near sinful, and you felt your own breath hitch in your chest as you listened to soft whimpers parting his lips as he stroked himself, covering his length in the precum dropping at his tip. Heavy breaths and wet pumps of his closed hand around his cock, and you clenched your thighs together, wondering how his eyes might travel over your frame.

But God – those sounds he made were beautiful. You could picture him tugging his lower lip between his teeth, his eyes fluttering shut, his shoulders slacking, knees falling a little weak the harder he gripped at himself. Little murmurs of ‘oh god,’ and ‘fuck yes,’ and ‘please’ as he fucked his fist.

You didn’t know how much time had passed by, but your lip was nearly chewed raw, nails indented into the palms of your hands. You could hear how close he was, how his movements picked up in pace, how his breaths labored, how his moans filled the room higher and higher until – it stopped.

Sudden and aching, he lost it before the fall and your heart broke as you heard him cry out in pain.

“Bucky?” you called softly, not daring to turn around to face him after he asked you not to. Your heart was pounding in your chest, hands clenched tight, and you swore your knees would buckle out from under you if you unlocked them for even a second.

“Fuck, I… I can’t...”

“Bucky, are you okay?” you tried again, worried. There was a panic in his voice that wasn’t there before, a desperate longing etched into every syllable, and it scared you.

“I can smell you,” he said simply, achingly.

Your breath hitched and you squeezed your legs together. There was a throbbing there, an emptiness you couldn’t quite shake. “Do you... Do you want me to leave?”

“No,” he replied quickly and you could tell he was contemplating his options. He was growing desperate and that lingering sense of control he maintained was slipping through his fingers. “No, I— You were right. I can’t do it on my own. I need—fuck. I need…”

“Just ask,” you offered again, head tilting just enough to the side that he could see your face but you kept your stare to the wall. “I’m here. I’m saying yes. Just tell me what you need.”

“You.”

It surprised you as he said it; a little lower, a little darker, but certain.

Slowly, you turned to face him.

Sculpted by Michelangelo himself, Bucky carried the most beautiful lines across his body; divots along muscles and carvings of delicate design. You could tell he expected your eyes to fall straight to his shoulder, to the mess of scars and metal he loathed, or to the vulnerability standing hard in his grasp, but instead, you kept your gaze focused on his eyes.

Bucky stood completely naked before you, his right hand still pumping slowly around his cock as you edged forward. He watched you, biting at his lip as he flicked his thumb over his tip. Eyes trailed down over your frame greedily, hungrily, as if the act of simply looking was enough to draw a twitch from his cock. He tugged his lip between his teeth, tightening his grip around himself.

As you came up beside him, you reached up and sat your hand against his right shoulder, watching how he closed his eyes in response, how his jaw slacked. His lazy thrusts evened out, slowing down, as you traced your hand down his arm, simply lost in your touch. Your hand slid down his bicep, over raised muscle, along his forearm to his wrist, and then, you gently nudged his hand from his cock and replaced it with your own.

His lips fell open, a slight tremble in his breath as you gripped him. His forehead dropped to your shoulder, leaning against you as he caged you to what appeared to be an interrogation table. You felt the warped metal against your thighs from where he’d clutched at it just moments earlier.

Steadily, you began to pump him in your hand, careful to spread the wet of his precum down his shaft. He was hard within your grasp, painfully so, enough that you could feel the crystal outline of a vein running up along the underside. You pressed your thumb against it as you slid your hand up to his tip and brushed it over his slit. The whine he released against your neck was the most beautiful sound you ever heard.

“This okay?”

“S’good.” He nodded meekly against your collar but you could feel the strain in his shoulders, the restraint that left his jaw wired shut and breaths tight.

“It’s not enough, though. Is it?” you asked gently, though you knew the answer. You knew what he needed and your hand, or even your mouth, would not be enough. The Hydra scientists knew what they were doing when they designed this. It had a very specific purpose and it would not yield for anything less.

“You don’t have to, Y/n,” he said, stronger than you’d heard his voice since he was injected. It took nearly all his strength.

You smiled, letting your free hand cup at the side of his face. He leaned into the touch, seeking more, almost instinctively. Bucky was a complicated man; capable of light-hearted jokes in the middle of a warzone and an immeasurable guilt and shame that had not left him in his years since he was freed from Hydra. He was your closest friend, your partner in the field, a man that you trusted above all others, a man you cared for in ways he would never quite understand.

“I’m here, Bucky. I’ve got you,” you whispered sweetly, but you could still feel his hesitance. “Listen to me, I’ll leave if you really want me to. I’ll stop if this isn’t what you want. But please, don’t send me away and leave you suffer through this alone because you think I don’t want you. I do, Buck. I want you. I want to make you feel good. I want to take away your pain. Let me.”

He stared at you for a moment, a strange mixture of disbelief and longing upon his features. Slowly his hands lifted from the table and felt for the clasp at the back of your suit. You nodded at him, and slid the zipper down your spine, exposing perfect, untouched skin. He pealed it down along your shoulders, over your chest and down your waist. You helped him remove it down to your feet and kicked it off to the floor beside his own.

His eyes drifted to your chest, hands itching to reach out, but he held them firm at his sides.

“It’s okay, Buck. You can touch me,” you told him, reaching behind your back and releasing the clasp of your bra. The straps fell down your shoulders and you let the fabric slip from you. Bucky swallowed, his eyes drifting to your exposed chest. A smile started to curve upon your lips the longer he stared at you, like you were something to revere.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured quietly, almost to himself, as if saying it purely for the state of fact.

Your heart skipped a beat, lips parting in a slight shock, and you wondered if this was what it was like for the women he brought home on cold, lonely nights from the bar. You’d seen the content smiles on their faces in the morning as they sauntered out of his room with messy hair and a blissful kind of look in their eyes.

Bucky wasn’t the cold, calculating man the papers made him out to be. He was kind, exceptionally sweet, and a selfless to a fault. You didn’t suspect he was any different in a bedroom.

He shook his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips. “I never thought this would be how—"

But then— his face started to contort and suddenly Bucky was keening over. He clutched at his stomach, digging his nails deep into the muscle and he nearly collapsed to his knees.

“Bucky!”

You grabbed a firm hold of his right arm, just enough to keep him steady, and even the smallest of touches alone seemed to ignite something in him. Goosebumps littered his skin and a sweet kind of whine escaped past his lips as you ran a hand soothingly along his spine.

“Come on, we don’t have a lot of time,” you warned gently. It was a miracle within itself he was still on his feet. This serum had put ordinary men into shock within minutes if they didn’t find release. Never enough to kill them, but just enough to make them wish it would.

Bucky followed you back to the table at the center of the room, his hand clasped tightly in your own. It was the most physical affection you’d shown for one another, a tenderness outside of the rush of foreign chemicals in his veins, and you tried not to think about the fallout you were bound to find after.

He helped to guide you onto the table, resting your back against the cool, metal surface. Then, slowly, he crawled on top of you. His eyes drifted down to your panties and you lifted your hips for him, giving him the permission he needed to pull them down your legs.

His hand slid down along your curves, drawing goosebumps in his wake, until he swiftly slid his fingers between your thighs. Dipping into the wetness at your core, he spread his fingers around, lubricating himself until he slid two easily inside of you.

“Oh, Bucky,” you moaned, back arching as he pumped them against your walls. “God, that feels—so good.”

His left hand was curled tightly into a fist near you head as he propped his body weight up against the arm; gears whirring, the scars at the base of his shoulder red in the strain of it. One quick glance at the tension coating his muscles, the sharp breaths in his chest, the whine as his cock touched your thigh, and you were pulled swiftly from the clouds, a startling reminder why you were doing this in the first place.

“Hey, don’t worry about me,” you told him, a little breathless as he added the third finger. “I’m fine, Buck. You need to come. This isn’t about me.”

He shook his head, determined. “You’re not ready yet.”

You chuckled, a heat of embarrassment washing over you, even as he scissored his fingers, stretching your walls. You had to choke back a moan and the urge to clamp your thighs together around his wrist.

“I’m more than ready,” you said, voice a little higher, hands clenching at the sides of the table as you felt your walls tightening around his fingers. “Trust me, Buck. Just listening to you touch yourself was enough.”

You laughed again but the room was thick in tension, almost unbearably so. Bucky could hardly hear you. His hair had fallen down to shield his face, his gaze focused on where his fingers were lost to the most intimate parts of you; determined.

“It has to be good for you,” he muttered out slowly. You narrowed your eyes on him, growing worried as he seemed to retreat within himself. He was distant, his mind far away from his body. “It has to be good… it has to be good for you otherwise… otherwise I’m… I’m...”

He wouldn’t say it but you knew what he meant.

“Bucky, come back to me.” You reach up and grabbed a firm hold of his cheeks, thumbs at his jawline, and drew his attention to your eyes. It took him a moment to get there, but you found ocean blue again, even if it was clouded in dark, stormy skies. “I’m okay. Don’t worry about how I feel, alright? Just do what you need to, I’ll be fi—”

“I won’t use you like that!” Bucky snapped defiantly, startling you. “I don’t care that it feels like my skin is on fire and there’s knives carving through my body. I don’t care that I feel like I’m going to pass out and everything in me is fighting to force my way onto you and take what I want regardless of what it does to you! I don’t care! You’re my best friend and I… I…” He was panting, red in the face, and he couldn’t seem to find his words. He swallowed, though it looked as though it burned. “It has to be good for you, okay?”

You nodded, running your hands gently along his arms; his left, solid metal, unwavering, and his right trembled deep within the tissue – the gentle movements of his forearm pressed up against your stomach, his fingers searching out a pleasure he so desperately needed you to feel.

“I…” he started before he clenched his jaw. A heavy exhale followed, a drop of his gaze, and he muttered out weakly, “I need to pretend this is real.”

Your lips parted in shock; heart stammering so painful in your chest you wondered if he could hear it. Before you could say anything, before you could ask him what he meant by that, Bucky let his fingers slip out from between your legs, resting slicked against your thigh. The emptiness was startling.

“I think you’re ready for me now.”

Bucky nestled himself between your legs, lined his length your entrance with a gentle sweep of his top through your folds. He shivered, something near violent as it shook through his spine, and you were reminded again that Bucky was suffering, that he had a foreign chemical in his veins that ripped away his control and left him powerless to Hydra.

His skin was flushed red, sweat beading on his forehead and down his neck. There were sharp marks in the palm of his right hand where he dug his own nails into his skin. His breaths were coming in quickly and uneven.

“Look at me,” you ordered, stern enough to draw his attention. “Don’t hold back. You need to get this out, okay? I will tell you if it’s too much.”

It took him a moment, a breath of contemplation, before he nodded; slow and hesitant. You could see the strain in his jawline, the tension in his shoulders from how much he was restraining himself. It must have been agonizing, but Bucky had been through worse in his life. You supposed pain had become a familiar friend, one he learned to tame and control, even when it ripped him apart.

The moment he pressed his tip past your entrance, as he bottomed out in one thrust, as he felt your walls squeeze tightly around him for the first time, Bucky nearly came on the spot. He gasped into your shoulder, sucking marks against your skin as he rolled his hips against you. Slow and steady at first, reveling in the feel of being consumed whole, of being taken so well, of a rush of endorphins and pleasure he’d never felt even in the peak of sex. Everything was heightened, every touch was immaculate; he could feel your heartbeat through the walls squeezing at his cock.

“Oh, f-fuck,” he moaned against your ear, breath hot, voice dangerously low. “Fuck you feel so good, sweetheart. So fucking good. Goddamn perfect.”

You nodded, arms circling up around his shoulders as you rolled your hips to meet his own. You could still feel the stone carved tension in his muscle, how much he was holding back from what he needed. He was trying to be gentle with you, loving in a way the serum was not designed for, but it was testing him. He wouldn’t give into it, not in the way you asked him to, because Bucky had already lost so much to Hydra, already lost pieces of his mind and body, he would not let them take his soul, too.

“Just for you.” The words passed through your lips before you could quite catch onto their meaning. Your hands slipped down his chest as you brushed your thumbs against his nipples. He moaned, hips picking up in pace. He needed the encouragement, you realized. It was the only way he’d allow himself the release he needed to free his body of that serum.

He needed to pretend it was real.

He needed to pretend that you weren’t laying upon a cold, unforgiving table in an old Hydra base, that maybe this was something more than the consequences of a vile he didn’t ask for.

The line between the fantasy and reality was painfully thin.

“F-fuck, you’re so tight,” he mumbled breathily. The table began to squeak with every snap of his hips, with every drag of his cock at your core, the brush of his tip to the sweetest spot. It was easy to lose yourself in him, to forget that you were in an abandoned Hydra cell, that he had a foreign chemical in his veins determined to destroy him. He felt like heaven.

“S’all yours,” you whispered, drawing your hands down along his waist, slipping over his hips and gripping into the soft flesh of his ass. You pulled him deeper into you, daring him to go further. His pupils were blown so wide, you could barely see the blue in his eyes. He was slipping, barely holding into the restraint he so desperately clung to, and you rolled your hips at just the right angle, squeezed him enough to draw a mangled cry from his lips.

You kissed at the dip of his collar, sucking sweetly as he all but purred in response. Your lips mapped a path up his neck, along his jaw line, over cheekbones and at the tip of his nose, until you paused at his mouth. His heart was pounding, thunderous in his chest, and his hips seemed to pick up in pace with every kiss.

It wasn’t until you captured his lips against your own that Bucky lost the last ounce of control he had been clinging onto.

Something like a growl purred against your lips, a sound near feral, and the gentle push of his hips like ocean waves against you turned into quick, harsh snaps. He pulled his lips from you, trailing hot, wet kisses down your neck, until he found the place he was looking for and sunk his teeth to the crook of your shoulder.

“Ah, Bucky!”

All consuming. Feverish. A man untamed and he did not relent, not as your walls tightened around him like the twist of a coil, or as the sound of skin and wetness between your legs echoed high into the room, or when his fingers touched at your clit and rubbed harsh, quick and pressured circles until you were crying out so loudly, it must have carried through the whole base.

“Fuck! Ah, God, Bucky, don’t stop!”

Bucky groaned against you, sucking a mark where his teeth had met your flesh. You could feel the vibration of his voice against your skin, the pulse of his cock in your cunt, the thick vein that ran along his underside as it added so sweetly to the pressure at your entrance. It was wild and unhinged, but God – it was good.

“Y-yeah, baby, right there,” Bucky moaned, his thrusts falling uneven, haphazard, needy. “F-fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna—ah, ah, f-fuck—”

The heat of him, the way he filled you so perfectly, the rush, and it pushed you over the edge. White hot and intoxicating, the wash of it broke open in floodgates and swept through you. His fingers did not let up on your clit as you squirmed and withered below him, his thrusts falling lazy as he chased the end of his release.

Breathless and a little dizzy as you came down from your high, you felt his heartbeat inside of you; quick, but even. The serum had done its work. It released him from its hold.

Bucky was panting, the full of his weight having fallen onto you. His hair was wet with sweat, messy and untamed, and the room smelled distinctly of sex. But more than that, it was unbearably silent.

Slowly, Bucky began to pry himself off of you, allowing his softened cock to slip from between your legs, slick and satisfied. He swallowed, a blush creeping onto his cheek as he pushed his hair behind his ear.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

You chuckled, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watched him quickly tug his pants back on before he bent down and picked up your suit for you, handing it gingerly to you upon the table with a shy sort of smile.

“Alright? I’m great.” You grinned over at him, glowing in the aftermath of your release. “You feel okay now?”

He nodded, a nervous smile tugging on his lips as he watched you jump down from the table and step into your suit. His eyes must have lingered on your thighs where his cum was still slick along the skin from his release because his smile began to fall, his jaw tightly clenched.

“SHEILD has me on birth control, Buck. Don’t worry about that,” you told him softly. You tugged the sleeves back up your arms, though it proved difficult with the lingering sweat on your skin. You flipped your hair over your shoulder and turned your back to him. “Do you mind?”

He cleared his throat awkwardly, shuffling forward to zip up the back of your suit. He brushed a few stray strands of hair over your shoulder, the gentle sweep of cool metal a relief against the hot flush of your skin; impossibly tender for a man capable of the things he was.

“So,” he started, a nervous chuckle in his voice as he grasped hold of the zipper, “should we talk about this or—”

“Bucky? Y/n? You guys read me?”

Steve.

“Seems the coms are back on,” you sighed, stepping to the side after Bucky finished zipping your suit. He was still holding his tactical vest in his hand, along with the one-armed jacket. His hair was untamed, cheeks flushed, and you imagined you looked of the same.

“We got you, Steve,” Bucky replied, though it seemed rather reluctant. “Where you been, man? You dropped us in a warzone.”

“Yeah, I figured that out,” Steve grumbled back. “Get to the jet. We’ll debrief on the way back. Don’t forget to rig the place to blow on your way out.”

“Right,” you rolled your eyes, grinning at Bucky as he slipped his jacket on. “Certainly, can’t forget the one thing you sent us here to do.”

“Unless you’ve got more Hydra agents hiding in the wings?” Bucky added on and you could practically see Steve deadpan from the cockpit.

“Just get out of there before I come get you myself.”

You laughed as you slid the batons back into the holsters at your shoulder blades.

It was strange, how quickly it felt as if nothing had changed at all. Maybe it hadn’t. Maybe it was a quick release and you were simply helping a friend. Maybe it was something neither of you would speak of again and you’d go right back to being partners, friends, as if it never happened.

But as you turned around at the edge of the room, a smile wide upon your face, you found Bucky watching you with a kind of look in his eye you couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t one you recognized, wasn’t one you’d seen in him before. It was something new.

His eyes flickered to your collarbone where a mark upon your skin was growing discolored; bite marks and bruising where his mouth had been. A strange mixture of remorse and longing, affection and need, all rolled into one.

“You ready, Buck?”

He nodded quickly, snapping himself from his gaze with a pressed smile. It didn’t quite reach his eyes, though he tried. He met you at the edge of the room, trailing a few steps behind you, and you turned around to find him staring back into the cell, like he was trying to preserve a memory of some kind.

You realized as you watched Bucky clear his throat awkwardly, turning back to you with a gentle blush of pink in his cheeks, that there was no pretending you hadn’t crossed a line together. There was no going back.

---

part 2

[waitimcomingtoo]

Bagels and Bites

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Synopsis: Sebastian likes to flirt with you in interviews

Masterlist

It all started when you met him on The Late Late Show.

“How are you all feeling tonight?” James asked you and Sebastian Stan as you sat on the guest couch.

“I’m excited.” You beamed as Sebastian rested his arm on the couch behind you.

“So am I. We should probably talk about this later,” Sebastian smiled directly at you, “but we’ve been wanting to meet each other for a long time.”

“Have you?” James chuckled.

“No.” You laughed and playfully hit Sebastian in the chest. “We had one interaction on Twitter and he thinks there’s something between us.”

“It was a very flirty interaction.” Sebastian clarified. “There were sparks flying all over those tweets.”

“So this is your first time actually meeting?” James asked. “Even though you’re in the marvel movies together?”

“It’s weird. I haven’t met half the cast.” You shrugged. “I’ll meet everyone else once the press tour starts but so far I’ve only met the people I’ve filmed with. Just Chris, and Chris, and um, oh yeah. Chris.”

You looked down and smiled to yourself when you heard Sebastian laughing at your joke. Even though you’d never met him, you’d always liked him. It was a well known secret on the Internet that you were his celebrity crush, since he was so inclined on bringing it up in almost every interview of his. Being face to face for the first time now, you were feeling a little intoxicated from his charm. Well, his charm and the white wine you’d been sipping on.

“I hope they stop putting me with Mackie and start putting me with Y/n once this press tour starts.” Sebastian said after taking a sip of his wine. “I love him but I can’t keep babysitting him at 8 in the morning. I’d like to wake up to someone who looks a little more like this one.”

“I know what you mean.” You agreed. “He would show up to set every morning all ready to go and I’m like dude, give me a few hours for my personality to arrive.”

“I was so mad that he got to film with you and I didn’t.” Sebastian shook his head. “We finally get cast in a movie together and we’re never in the same scene.”

“Well,” you put your hand on his knee and patted it, “we’re meeting now. Lucky you.”

“Yeah.” He smirked at you. “Lucky me.”

“Now, Sebastian.” James reminded you both that he was there. “I heard a rumor that you have a little crush on Y/n.”

“Well, I try not to pay attention to rumors.” Sebastian waved his hand. “But that ones pretty accurate.”

“Oh my God.” You put your hand over your heart, which was about to beat out of your chest, and laughed.

“It’s true. I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while, but I feel like I’ve seen you all my life. And here you are in person and you look so great.” Sebastian said through a shy smile. You laughed in shock at his compliment and looked down at your lap.

“You’re fully going for it.” James laughed at how bold Sebastian was being.

“You’re not being a very good wingman.” You teased James as you took a long sip of your drink. The more alcohol you had in you, the easier it would be to flirt with the incredible attractive man next to you.

“I was never known for that.” James agreed. “But I heard your brother is a pretty good one, isn’t he?”

“Oh My God.” You groaned, knowing exactly what James was referring to. “He’s not.”

“What happened?” Sebastian wondered, never taking his eyes off you.

“I took my brother to the Oscars with me last year and we happened to be sitting next to Jake Gyllenhaal.” You explained. “And the whole night, he’s telling Jake about how I used to be in love with him when I was a kid. If there weren’t a bunch of cameras around us, I would’ve rung his neck.”

“So I’m assuming you and Jake aren’t the next celebrity power couple?” James teased.

“We are not.” You shook your head. “I can confidently say that I was still single.”

“I was just gonna and say, there’s still hope for us.” Sebastian gestured between the two of you. You opened your mouth in shock before biting down on your tongue. You playfully hit Sebastian again, signally that you were just as interested as he was.

“You’re really going for it.” James pointed out. “I must say, wow.”

“Why not?” Sebastian grinned. “This is the time.”

“You are pretty cute, I just wanna say.” You flirted back for the hell of it. Sebastian laughed in surprise before covering his face with his hands. You laughed as well as he hunched over to hide his face.

“He’s actually gone red now!” James pointed at him. “He was so sure of himself and now he’s all red.”

“Leave him alone.” You pouted as you rubbed Sebastians back. Sebastian sat back up and rubbed his face with his hands.

“Yeah.” Sebastian said assertively as he wrapped an arm around you. “Leave me alone. I’m trying to flirt here.”

“How would you ask her on a date, then?” James asked. “Since you’re so in love with her.”

“Like this.” Sebastian said as he turned to you “Ce faci?”

“Would you bite me in the neck?” You asked, catching him completely off guard. He took his arm away and laughed in shock at your words.

“Oh my God.” He chuckled as he looked around in embarrassment. Suddenly, he turned back to you and cupped one side of your face, tilting your neck slightly with his hand. He bit down on your exposed neck, making the audience erupt in a series of laughter and gasps. You giggled when you felt his scruff tickling your neck and made no effort to push him off.

“He actually did it.” James looked at the audience to see if they were seeing what he was.

“She asked me to.” Sebastian rolled his eyes playfully. His arm was still around you and neither of you wanted it off.

“It was a hypothetical but I guess I know my answer.” You shrugged as you leaned back on the couch.

“Why would you ask him that?” James wondered.

“Like a vampire.” You explained. “Aren’t vampires from Romania?”

“That’s Transylvania.” Sebastian smiled fondly at you.

“Oh.” You realized. “I still liked it.”

“I’ll do it again later.” Sebastian shrugged, making your hide your face in embarrassment.

“Promise?” You said suddenly as you put your hand back on his knee. It was Sebastians turn to be baffled as he put his free hand on tops of yours.

“Darling.” He choked out, too stunned to form a full sentence.

“This has been an intense experience.” James fans himself with his cards. “What will the two of you do after the show?”

“I’ll probably go home, order a pizza, and pass out while watching all of Sebastian’s episodes of Once Upon a Time.” You joked.

“I was going to do the exact same thing.” Sebastian nodded. “Right after I got a job as a pizza delivery boy so I can go to Y/n’s house.”

“Or you could just come over.” You shrugged, making Sebastian blush.

“I like that idea too.” Sebastian replied.

“I’m trying to imagine what the poor pizza delivery boy is gonna see when he arrives at Y/n’s house later.” James grimaced, making the audience laugh.

“I know, right? They open the door and this is what the get.” Sebastian gestured to you. “It’s you. How lucky they are.”

You leaned into him as you laughed, the alcohol making you feel bolder than usual. You’d never be this flirty with a man you’d just met, but he made it too easy.

The rest of the interview continued in a similar fashion, with you and Sebastian unapologetically flirting with each other every chance you got. By the end of the interview, you were so close that your knees were touching. When it came time to say goodbye, you felt an unexpected pane of sadness.

“Well, thank you both for coming on the show tonight.” James smiled. “I hope I’ll be invited to the wedding.”

“You will. And I wanted to thank you. For this.” Sebastian said as he slipped his fingers through yours and held up your hands. You beamed and squeezed his hand, fully tipsy now the the interview was over.

After thanking James and drinking another glass of wine, you drunkenly pulled Sebastian off the couch.

“Come in the photo booth with me.” You giggled as you tugged him by the hand towards the booth.

“Okay.” He grinned as he climbed inside. He pulled you into his lap and pressed the button before wrapping his arms around your waist. The pictures began to snap away and you posed for all of them. For the first, you just held each other close and smiled. For the second, he leaned up to kiss your cheek. And for the third, he took another bite of your neck.

“That tickles.” You giggled as the camera flashed.

“Good.” He smirked against your skin before pressing a kiss there.

“Stick your tongue out.” You told him, and he obliged. You licked his tongue as the fourth picture was taken, capturing the drunken moment. The fifth flash went off right as Sebastian connected your lips to his. You continued to kiss him, tasting the alcohol on his lips and tongue.

“Oh my God.” You pulled away suddenly. “I have to pee.”

You got off his lap and ran to the restroom, leaving him alone in the photo booth.

The next time you saw Sebastian, neither of you brought the kiss up. Whether you thought the other was too drunk to remember or you were simply too embarrassed to bring it up, it was not mentioned.

The flirting, however, the flirting continued.

~

“What would you like to see for your characters in the next movies?” The journalist asked you and Sebastian as you sat together in a press junket.

“For our characters specifically, I’d like to see some graphic love making.” Sebastian said seriously. “I think that that’s something the movies have been lacking.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed and shook your head. “Me too, actually. I think it would be really in character and important to the plot.”

“How would that benefit the plot?” The journalist asked.

“It’s simple. I would just change my name to “the plot” and bam.” Sebastian clapped his hands. “I’m benefited.”

“He’s such a flirt.” You said as you rested your elbow on his shoulder. “Can you believe him?”

“I can’t.” The journalist chuckled.

“You know what I’d like to see? Some method acting. Why can’t you be as quiet as Bucky?” You teased Sebastian as you flicked his ear.

“How would I tell you how pretty you are if I wasn’t speaking?” He flirted back.

“This is what I have to put up with.” You shook your head as looked at the camera. “What about you? What do you want to see from our characters?”

“I would like to see Bucky do the knife trick some more.” The journalist answered you.

“What knife trick?” You wondered.

“It’s the thing he does when he flips his knife around and stabs people.” Sebastian explained as he moved his hand in a circle. “It took me forever to learn.”

“Wait, I wanna see it.” You smiled excitedly and turned to him.

“No, no.” He wagged his finger at you. “I’m not doing the knife trick.”

“Please?” You pouted. “For me?”

“All right, all right.” Sebastian broke into a grin. “I’m only doing this because you asked nicely.”

The journalist handed him a pen and he easily flipped it around and caught it before making a stabbing motion. You let out a gasp and stared at him in shock for a long time.

“What’s wrong?” He asked you.

“I wanna to fuck you, that’s what’s wrong.” You replied. “Can you do it again?”

Sebastian laughed at your joke as his face heated up. He knew that was just the way you two liked to tease each other, but it didn’t mean it didn’t make him smile.

“I’ll do it again.” He nodded as picked the pen back up. “Anything for you.”

~

On a day where the interviews ended early, you spent the night in Sebastians hotel room, getting drunk on his balcony.

“What about you?” Sebastian asked as he took a sip of his beer. “What was your best kissing scene? I know you’ve kissed some pretty great actors. Might be hard to pick.”

“It’s not. I hate kissing actors.” You grimaced. “It’s not even kissing. It’s just like, limp lips on limp lips. There’s no passion when it’s for a scene. I hate it.”

“Maybe you’re just kissing the wrong actors.” Sebastian shrugged playfully as he gazed at you.

“I don’t think so.” You shook your head. “I’ve never felt anything when kissing another actor. You can’t tell me you do.”

“I do.” He shrugged again. “Its not much, but I wouldn’t say it’s nothing.”

“What? How?” You wondered. “If you kissed me right now, you wouldn’t feel anything. I guarantee it.”

“I think I would.” Sebastian disagreed.

“All right.” You turned your chair a little to face him. “Prove me wrong.”

Sebastian tweaked an eyebrow up before leaning in to kiss you. You kissed him back for a few seconds before pulling away. You looked past him for a minute as you mulled the moment over in your head.

“What’s the matter?” He asked quietly.

“I was incorrect.” You chuckled a little. “I guess I did feel something.”

“I told you you would.” He said smugly. “I knew you’d feel something.”

“How’d you know?” You whined as he basked in the glory of being right.

“Because I felt something the last time we kissed.” He said simply. “And I knew you did too.”

“I didn’t realize you remembered that.” You smirked before talking a sip from his beer.

“Course I do.” He replied. “I think about that night all the time. It was the start of a beautiful, sexually frustrating friendship.”

“Oh, I’m sexually frustrating?” You laughed. “Try being your friend. It’s hard to look at you, really.”

“That’s not how I feel about you.” He smiled a little. “I really, really like looking at you.”

“I like you too.” You smiled back.

“That’s not what I said.” He teased. You dropped your jaw and stole his beer again, taking a long sip as you held eye contact.

“It’s what you meant.” You stuck your tongue out at him. You sat in comfortable silence for a minute, listening to the chirps of the crickets as a warm breeze wafted through the air.

“The press tour is ending soon.” You said quietly as you adverted your eyes. “Tomorrow’s the premier. Then, it’s all over.”

“I know.” He said softly. You looked at him and gave him a sad smile, to which he returned.

“We won’t get to see each other every day anymore.” You pointed out.

“Then we better make tomorrow count.” He said simply. He knew what you were implying, that there was no point in starting something when you’d both been going home soon, but he didn’t want to think about that. He just wanted to enjoy his last few days with you.

“Yeah.” You smiled sadly and looked away again. “We better.”

~

The following night at the premier, you felt an overwhelming sadness knowing that it was all ending. You loved the weeks you’d spent goofing off with Sebastian, even if it never led to a real relationship. It still meant something to you, and you hoped it meant something to him.

To counteract your sadness, you sat with Chris Evans at the bar and let him distract you. After spending a minute with him, you were feeling drunk and ready to find Sebastian. You spotted him on the red carpet, fixed your dress, and went up to him.

“Hi.” You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his torso. You smiled up at him as he wrapped an arm around you, taking an usually loud whiff of his cologne.

“Hey.” He chuckled as he patted your back. “How are you doing?”

“I’m good.” You said as you swayed a little. “Question, is there alcohol in a Shirley Temple? Because I feel like I’ve had alcohol.”

“There is.” He laughed again and steadied you. “Did you know that?”

“Nope.” You sniffed him again. “You smell good.”

“Oh no.” He smiled as your behavior. “How many did you have?”

“I was having a contest with Evans to see who could drink more. I had like 5.” You bragged as you almost fell over.

“Oh dear.” He quickly caught you. “You’re staying with me tonight. I don’t trust drunk you.”

“No, it’s okay. You don’t have to babysit me.” You waved your hand and tried to walk away. You instantly stumbled and neatly fell, but Sebastian wrapped his arms around you and caught you.

“I think I do.” He chuckled as you put you on your feet. “Come on. You’re sticking with me.”

~

The next morning, you woke up with a throbbing headache. Not feeling the strength to sit up, you opened a single eye and looked around. You were definitely not in your own room, but you recognized who’s room you were in.

“Good morning.” Sebastians voice was usually loud, making you wince.

“Oh God.” You groaned as you sat up. You groggily opened your eyes as Sebastian handed you a cup of coffee.

“Here.” He smiled shyly. “How’s the head?”

“The head is in pain.” You groaned. “So is the rest of the body.”

“Here. Drink this.” He held out a glass of water and some Advil. “And take these.”

“Thanks.” You smiled sheepishly as you accepted his offerings.

“Did you at least win the drinking contest?” He asked as he took a seat on the bed. You took a long sip of water and swallowed the pills before answering his questions.

“I did.” You nodded. “But at what cost?”

“You’ll start to feel better once you get some food in you.” Sebastian said as he rubbed your shoulder. You put your hand over his and stared at him, feeling the guilt set in.

“I’m sorry I got drunk.” You mumbled. “I didn’t mean to ruin the last night.”

“You didn’t ruin anything.” Sebastian shook his head. “Trust me, we still had fun. I’m not sure how much you remember though.”

“I remember sitting with you at the premier.” You recalled. “And eating many, many bagels.”

“Yeah, we stopped at a bakery.” He chuckled. “You ate a dozen. I watched it all.”

“Oh God.” You covered your face with your hands. “That’s not how I wanted to spend our last night together.”

“How did you want to spend it together?” He asked quietly.

“Probably in a way that still ended with me waking up in your bed.” You joked like you usually did. “But I could do without the part where you watched me eat 12 bagels.”

“What do you mean?” He grinned. “That was the best part.”

“How’d I end up in your bed anyway?” You asked before taking another sip of coffee.

“You threw your key card at a seagull who was eyeing your bagel.” He explained. “You couldn’t get into your room so I let your crash in mine.”

You looked around the room and saw his pull out couch was topped with pillows and sheets, evidence of him sleeping there.

“Did you sleep on the pull out?” You pointed to it in disbelief.

“Of course I did.” He shrugged.

“Such a gentleman.” You scrunched your nose at him before finishing the coffee.

“Basic human decency is not exactly being a gentleman.” He pointed out.

“Maybe not.” You agreed. “But you still are one. You prove that to me everyday.”

“That must be why you like me so much.” He teased.

“Must be.” You dished it right back. Sebastians smile fell suddenly as he got a serious look on his face.

“I think you and I need to have a talk.” He said softly.

“Oh God.” You feared. “Did I puke on you last night?”

“No.” He chuckled. “It’s not about last night.”

“Then what’s it about?”

“As much as I love flirting with you, and I do, I think you should know it’s not just a joke to me.” He began. “And I wanted to know if it was just a joke to you or if-“

“It’s not.” You said a little too quickly, which made him smile. “I...I like you. A lot, actually. One might even call it love.”

Upon hearing this, Sebastian leaned forward to kiss you. You held a hand to stop him and gave him an apologetic look.

“I wouldn’t.” You grimaced. “My morning breath is-“

“-something I could get used to.” He cut you off before going in for the kiss. You immediately kissed him back, pulling him by his shirt to have him closer. He climbed over you as you tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I don’t care if its our last day.” He mumbled against your lips. “I want to do this for real. I wanna be with you.”

You kissed him back to tell him you felt the same way, not trusting yourself to say something smooth in the heat of the moment.

“Wait.” You pushed him back suddenly and held him away from you.

“Whats wrong?” He asked as he hovered over you.

“Can we get bagels after this?” You asked seriously before breaking into a smile.

“I seriously can’t stand you.” He said before leaning down to kiss you again. “You’re lucky I love you because I don’t like you at all.”

“12 wasn’t enough.” You giggled between kisses. “I need more. I crave them. I crave the yeast.”

Sebastian stopped kissing you for a moment and looked at you with a fond expression. You stared back at him as a content smile tugged at your lips. The flirting had finally lead to something more and neither of you could be happier.

“You know, you might actually be more annoying than Mackie.” He teased you before leaning down to kiss your neck.

“Shut up.” You laughed. “Shut up and bite me in the neck.”

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[witchlaughwoo]

drawn to you

paring: wooyoung x fem!reader

genre: smut, minors dont interract 

wc: 5.7k

synopsis: when you meet an exchange student but you didn’t know it’ll end up like this.

warnings: sexual content, language, cliche scenes, probably a lot of errors but we gon ignore that

“Y/N!”

A voice yelling your name caught you off guard, looking over at your friend, who gave you a strange look. "Sorry, what?"

She scoffed. "I was trying to get your attention for the past few minutes. Anything on your mind, bud?"

A nap sounds so good right about now. "Nothing. I just wanna go home." with a shake of your head, you sighed, wanting nothing more than to leave campus and head back to your apartment.

"Yeah, me too. School is ending soon, though," she spoke, looking over to the window. "Damn, look at that rain. It's pouring."

Sometimes you liked to watch as the drops of water made their way down as if they were racing. You hummed in affirmation. Honestly, you loved the rain. Hearing the sound rain makes when it hits a hard surface. It seemed a little childish, but it's entertaining, especially when there's nothing else to do.

Our friend grabs your head out of nowhere and forces you to look in the direction she wants you. Confusion took over your features. "uh, what am I supposed to be looking at exactly?" all you could see was a bunch of people sitting getting their lunch. What's so special about that?

Your friend sighed, forcing your head to turn a little more. "Them," she said. Now you see what she was speaking about. a group of four men, very good looking, very tall, but only one of them caught your eye. he had his hair in a small ponytail, showing his two-toned hair; black on the top and blonde at the bottom. What he wore was a classic white shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, combat boots, and a black leather jacket, but it looked good on him. he was laughing at something his friend said, eyes squinting as he did so. as of pure coincidence, he turned his head slightly to look in your direction. Both of you made eye contact for a few seconds. You didn't know what to do, so you squeaked, rotating yourself around, so you were facing away from the very handsome man.

"Who are they?" You were kind of curious about them. You've never seen them before, so you're guessing that they're new. You heard your friend chuckle, which in return earned her a look.

"They're the new transfer students. I'm surprised you didn't hear about them, y/n. They're what everyone's been talking about the past week."

You rolled your eyes. "You know I don't listen to gossip. It usually gets someone in trouble."

You know that is not the case in this situation, but still.

"Oh come on, y/n," your friend said, elbowing your shoulder, "there's nothing wrong with a little bit of gossip."

All you could do was sigh, smirking a little as you took your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans, looking at the time. It was currently four-thirty, and you knew what that meant. It meant that it was time for you to go home. "Yeah, whatever. Hey, so I'm done here. I'm going to go home and watch a movie or something. You wanna come?" Putting your phone back in your pocket, you stood up from your seat and grabbed your bag, slinging it on your shoulder. Your friend did the same.

"Nah," she declined, smirking. "I'm hanging out with my girlfriend. It's our date night." Oh yeah, that's right. You forgot about that.

"Have fun!" you pat your friend on the back, and you begin walking away. you looked over your shoulder and yelled, "make sure you use protection!"

The last thing you saw was your friend giving you the finger, making you chuckle. As you walked through the double doors, you didn't realize a particular pair of eyes were watching you.

-

It stopped raining. You were slightly disappointed, but you were glad that you didn't have to walk into your apartment soaking wet. On the way back to your apartment, you stopped by the local grocery store. Grabbing a basket, you placed everything you needed inside. It all goes well until something you wanted was on the top self. Muttering a curse, you stood up on your toes in hopes of getting the item you were looking for. No avail. You tried again. No luck. You hated being short. You were just about to give up until a hand reached over to grab what you wanted and handed it over in your direction.

"Oh my god, thank you so much! I was having such a hard-" You turned around to thank the stranger for ending your suffering but stopped in mid-sentence once you saw who did. "-time."

It was one of the guys you saw on campus, the one with the two-toned hair. Your eyes scanned him up and down, getting a good look at him. Damn, you knew he's tall but weren't expecting him to tower over you. You gulped.

"I saw you were struggling over here, and I would have felt bad if I didn't come over and help," the man said, a big smile on his face. Oh jeez, he's hot, and he's kind? Fuck, you were a goner.

"Uh," you stuttered, taking a step back to create some space between the two of you but ended up tripping over your own feet. You did not expect this to happen at all. "Uh, thank you so much. I appreciate the help."

The tall man chuckled, giving you a smirk. "It was no problem."

A nervous chuckle left your mouth as you stuck a piece of hair behind your ear, not knowing what else to do. All you could think about was leaving this cursed place to save the rest of your dignity and not embarrass yourself any longer.

"Uh, so, uh, I'll be leaving now. Have a good rest of your day."

Without giving the man a chance to say anything in return, putting the item in your basket, you quickly walked to the front of the store, hastily paid for your things, and left. Something about that man makes you nervous. Sure, there could be multiple reasons why he's making you this way. Number one, he's incredibly handsome. The man seems like someone who would get what he wants by his looks. Number two, he radiates confidence. He Looks like someone who always gets what he wants, and three, he's handsome.

You walked into your apartment with a sigh, putting your grocery bag on the counter. You decided that's a later issue as you rushed into your room. The mattress below you bounced as you landed face down on the pillow. The tight grip you had on your pillow had your knuckles turning white as you screamed into it, kicking your legs up as you did so.

Yes, that sounded perfect. God, you're such an idiot, embarrassing yourself in front of someone like that. There's no way you're ever going to face him again. Your only option now is to drop out of college, flee the country, change your name and start over.

You groaned. There's no way this could get any worse.

-

It got worse.

A few days later, you thought today would be a typical day; just you, going to your classes, hanging out with your friend at the old cafe shop across the street, but no. Here you are. It seems karma is out to get you.

The man you had slight eye contact with at your college campus and who helped you get the item you wanted off the top shelf is sitting in the back right corner of the cafe. It seems he had two of his friends with him, laughing at a joke one of them said.

Biting your lip, you made your way up to the counter and placed your order. The barista made your order quickly, so you wasted no time picking it up and picking a table far away from the group of men. Your best friend sat down across from you, giving you a confused look.

"Dude, what's up with you?" she questioned, raising a thin eyebrow.

You took a sip out of your cup, shaking your head after. "it's nothing."

You didn't want to tell her that you embarrassed yourself in front of a handsome guy, knowing she'll never let you live it down.

She put down her drink, leaned back on the cushioned seat and crossed her arms. "I know that's bullshit. You look like a deer caught in headlights. Come on, man, tell me what's going on."

She can read you like a book. You bit your lip, and you sighed. There's no point in keeping it from here.

"You know the group of exchange students we saw at the cafeteria the other day?" Your friend nodded. "Well, you see, I ran into one of them at the grocery store. I was struggling to get something off the top shelf, you know, because I'm short, and he helped me."

Your friend hummed, a smirk appearing on her face as she said, "that's even worse, y/n. That's cute, read something like that on Wattpad once."

You gave her a side-eye before continuing. "Yeah, so, after that, I tried to walk away from him, but I tripped over my own feet."

It was silent for a moment, and all you could think of was what your best friend could be possibly thinking right now-

A belly laugh rips through her throat, a hand slamming on the hardwood table as she tries to control herself. You felt your face get hot in embarrassment. Looking around, you see everyone's eyes are on you and your friend, including Handsome Guy and his two friends.

Ignoring the odd stares, you reached over and slapped your friend on the back of her head and said, "oh my god, be quiet. you got everyone staring at us; it's embarrassing."

"I'm so sorry, y/n, but it's just so funny. What a great first impression." Sniffling, your friend rubs her eyes to get rid of any tears that lingered, taking a deep breath so she could speak.

"Yeah, whatever," you grumbled, crossing your arms across your chest. "He probably thinks I'm weird now."

Your friend shook her head. "Nah, I don't think so. most likely think it's endearing."

Taking a sip of your drink, the taste of caramel and coffee hits your taste buds as you relax. You can't help but think about your encounters with Handsome Guy. You doubted your friend about what happened with him and thought it was endearing. You just hummed in response, doubting that immediately. There's no way anyone would find that endearing. Annoying, yes. Endearing, definitely not.

The both of you exited the cafe after your empty cups were thrown away. You said your goodbyes as you went your separate ways. A sigh left your lips as you adjusted the bag on your shoulders. The sound of laughter and cars passing by hits your ears as you walk on the cobblestone walkway. This little town you reside in wasn't too bad. Small, locally-owned bakeries and shops lingered around every corner. You loved it.

Stopping in front of a bakery, your hand reaches into your pocket to grab your phone, seeing the time is four-thirty in the afternoon. placing it back into its home, you were about to take a step into the shop until-

"Hey!"

Hearing the familiar voice, you turned your head around, and your eyes widened once you saw whose calling your name. This cannot get any worse. This cannot be.

The man stopped in front of you, giving you a smile that made your heart flutter in your chest. His frame towered over yours, your eyes roaming him up and down. He's wearing a black band shirt that you've never heard of, black jeans that ripped at the thigh and knees, and black combat boots. You've never noticed that he has multiple piercings on each ear. Oh my god, you thought, why is he so attractive?

"Oh, hi," you responded after a moment of silence. "Didn't expect to see you out here."

"I've been wanting to talk to you actually," he said. "There's this party this weekend, and I would like for you to go."

You bit your lip. You saw Handsome Guys' eyes follow the action before looking back into your eyes. You gulped. You are not a party person; just the thought of going to one makes you nervous, especially when he's going to be there. No thanks. "Me? Go to a party? Uh, I'm sorry, but I don't think-"

"Okay, great!" he exclaimed, slapping his hands together. The smile on his tan face grew more prominent. "I'll see you this weekend! I'll text you!"

With that, he went in the direction he came from, leaving you confused. Before he went too far, he turned around and yelled out, "My name's wooyoung by the way!" before disappearing in the distance.

What the hell just happened? And how is he going to text you if he doesn't have your number?

-

It is currently Friday, a few days have passed since that day you spoke to wooyoung, and you have yet to receive any messages from him; as expected, he didn't even ask for your number. What was the point of him saying he'll text you anyway?

Letting out a huff, you laid on your front on your bed as you played on your phone. You stayed in that position for a while, laughing at a funny video every now and then, sending it to your friends. It was a nice distraction for a bit. You don't know why Wooyoung is constantly in your head. Sure, he's a very handsome guy, seems very polite, and knows what he's doing. Did you see the way he looked at you? It made you think how he would look if-

You shook your head harshly in hopes of getting rid of those impure thoughts as you got up from your old position, stretching your arms and legs out before standing up. Feeling a bit hungry, you walked out of your bedroom and into the kitchen. Opening your fridge, you decided to make a sandwich. You made it quickly, placing the ingredients back before grabbing a bottle of water and heading to the living room as you take a seat on your sofa. Turning on the tv, you switched to the first channel you found exciting and began eating your sandwich. A few minutes have passed, you were so engrossed in what was on tv that you didn't notice your phone went off. Raising an eyebrow, you checked to see what was. It was a text from an unknown number.

unknown number: heyyyyy

You debated on texting back or not. Shrugging your shoulders, you decided to do it anyway.

You: Uhm, who is this?

You got a response almost immediately.

Maybe: wooyoung: oh, sorry. It's wooyoung!

You: How did you get my number?

Maybe: wooyoung: i got it from your friend after I spoke to you the other day lmao

You dragged your hand across your face with a long sigh. Of course, your friend would do something like this. It would be best if you chat with her whenever you see her again. Oh, to give her a piece of your mind-

Maybe: wooyoung: the party is tomorrow night. here is the address

Wooyoung: oh, before i forget, dress sexy :) ill see u there

Oh, you're going to beat your friend's ass.

-

Friday night came around and to say that you were nervous is an understatement. You haven't been to a party, a frat party, ever during your time in college. From what you could remember, the last time you went to a 'party' was your eighth grade dance- where you were dressed in tack outfits and listening to censored versions of songs. You realize from then that things are entirely different now, which freaks you out.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, and you wouldn't recognize yourself. You looked different, your hair styled to where it suited your face, makeup that made your eyes pop, and a black dress that went down to mid-thigh and hugged curves perfectly. You thought you looked suitable for someone who doesn't go out much.

As you were about to do some last-minute touches, you heard the doorbell go off. Walking out of your room and down the familiar hall, you opened the door, and there was your best friend in all of her glory, dressed in a crop top, tight leather pants, and boots. Why was she so dressed up for? A party?

"Hey, you!" she exclaimed, squeezing you in a tight hug before pulling away, her eyes roaming you up and down. "Damn, you look sexy. You're going to the party, right?"

You let out a soft laugh. "Uh yeah-" you stopped, raising an eyebrow. "How did you know it was a party?"

All your friend did was smirk. "I have my ways. I'm going too. Now, let's go before all the drinks are gone."

Using the address that wooyoung gave you, the house wasn't all that far from your apartment. Once you found a place to park the car, you and your best friend walked toward the building. Music pounded through your bones as the two of you walked in. People were grinding against each other, and the stench of sweat and alcohol hit your senses so hard that it almost made you gag. Well, what else is expected at a frat party?

Pushing through the crowd, you and your friend went to the island bar and grabbed a drink. You took a sip of said drink, making a small face in disgust before taking another. A sigh left your lips, turning around to see your friend finishing her drink in one go before grabbing another.

Now it's time to use this to your advantage.

"Hey," you spoke. "Was it you?"

She turned to you, wiping her lips. "What?"

"Was it you that gave my number to wooyoung?"

Your friend put down her drink on the counter, and a colossal smirk plastered on her face. "Yes! it was me," she admitted, putting an arm around your shoulders. "You need to get out there! It would help if you made more friends or got laid or something. How long has it been? I don't know. I just helped you out. Just trust me."

You were about to say something, but your friend's loud gasp stopped you. "My girlfriend is here! I have to go. I'll see you later!"

A huff left you as you watched your friend jump on her lover, hugging her tightly. Maybe she was right. You did need to get out there. When was the last time you went out and got laid? It was probably-

Your thoughts stopped completely when someone beside you let out a small cough. You looked up to see Wooyoung, wearing a black button-up shirt with the top three buttons undone, skinny black jeans, and combat boots. His hair slicked back this time, giving everyone a view of his sharp facial features. Although you can't say it out loud, he looks sexy, and you know he knows it as well.

"Hey, y/n," Wooyoung spoke, his dark eyes roaming your body.

"You look terrific, by the way. I'm glad you could make it." His voice was a little loud, ensuring that you could hear him.

Heat rose to your face as you took his compliment. Sure, taking compliments from others was nothing. You take them with no problem. But with Wooyoung? It made you feel like you received praise from your high school crush. Embarrassing.

"Thank you," you said at the same volume. "You look pretty amazing yourself."

"Ah, you think so?" You nodded, not knowing what else to say to him. There was nothing else said between the two of you. The only two consistent things were the sound booming from the stereo and the sound of your beating heart. You don't understand how this one person can make you so nervous. You hated it.

"So!" Wooyoung broke the silence between you, and you were kind of thankful for that. "Have you been here long? Did you come alone?"

"No. I just got here a few minutes ago. A friend came with me, but she ran off to her girlfriend. What about you?"

"Nah, this is my friend's party. I just helped him set everything up." He bit his lip as his eyes roamed your body once more. You couldn't help the small ounce of arousal that went through your body. "You wanna dance?"

His invitation to dance caught your words in your throat. Having nothing to say, all you could do was nod. You received his famous crooked smile as Wooyoung grabbed your half-empty bottle and placed it on the counter before holding your hand. He led you to where everyone was and stood behind you, pressing his front to your back as his hands found their place on your hips. Your body moved on its own as it matched the beat of the music, ass grinding against Wooyoung's crotch. Wooyoung's breath got caught in his throat, his hands tightening their grip on you as he pressed you closer against him. You had a feeling where this would go tonight, and surprisingly, you're okay with that. You have to get out more, and it's been a while, so why not take this opportunity? A slight smirk appeared on your face as the tall man pressed his lips against the shell of your ear and said, "come with me."

Neither of you said a thing as Wooyoung took your hand and dragged you up the stairs. Luckily, Wooyoung found a room that wasn't occupied with drunk college students, and he didn't waste a second pushing both of you in it. Wooyoung slammed you against the door, his lips immediately on yours. Nothing about the kiss is gentle. It was full of teeth spit as your tongues danced together. Wooyoung's hands didn't stay in one place for long. They went from your hips to your waist, arm, and neck, making their destination on the back of your head. He tugged on your hair, causing a hiss leaving your lips as the both of you part. The air that's left in your lungs left you as you felt Wooyoung's plump lips kiss down your jaw to your neck, most likely leaving marks.

"God," he groaned against your skin. "You drive me fucking insane. You know that?"

You hummed, getting lost in Wooyoung's touch. The way he's touching you feels like fire burning throughout your body. your desire for him is growing, and you don't think you can take it anymore, "please..."

Wooyoung stopped his assault on your neck, breathing heavily against your skin as he pulled away. "Yeah?" he asked smugly, an evil grin placed on his lips, and all you wanna do is kiss it off. "What do you want, baby?"

"I want you." You tugged on the fabric that clung to his body. It's starting to bother you that he isn't naked and inside you yet.

He bit his lip, grabbed one of your hands, and led you to the bed, pushing you down on it. His hands immediately took off his clothing, leaving him in his boxers as he climbed on top of you. You wrapped your hands around Wooyoung's neck, pushing him down so you could connect your lips. You groaned against his mouth when he placed his tongue against yours. The way he kisses you is intoxicating, the way he moves his head to the side to deepen the kiss, the way he pulls away and bites at your bottom lip, tugging at it before driving back to your lips. You do hope that this isn't a one-time thing because it'll be a shame not to do this again.

A loud moan pulled from your mouth as you felt wooyoung rub your covered core. A light chuckle left him as he watched your reactions. You can feel your face getting hot in embarrassment. You bet he could feel your arousal soaking through your panties.

"Wow, baby," he said, his tongue licking his lips. "You're already soaking, and I barely touched you."

He watched you intently as your face twisted in pleasure and continued to rub you through the thin cloth. He holds back a groan. He thinks you look so good like this. The sounds leaving your pretty mouth does things to him that he has never felt before. He wants to break you down and give you what no other person has given you.

Can't take it anymore, wooyoung lifts your dress to your waist and tugs your panties down, throwing them over his shoulder. Wooyoung takes no time to tug the top of your dress down, so your breasts popped out and are now visible to him. He leaves open mouth kisses down your neck, chest, his mouth landing on one of your nipples. He groans as he sucks on the hardened nub, his free hand moving over to play with the other. Your hands immediately went up to fist up in his hair, tugging on it. His mouth left one nipple and went to the other, giving it the same treatment.

Wooyoung continued down, his dark eyes on yours as he made his way to your pussy. He took his eyes off you to take a look at your core. He licks his lips as his thumb and pointer finger spread you open. His fingers rub against your opening a few times before speaking.

"Your cunt looks so delicious, y/n." The way he says it makes you clench around nothing. "I can't wait to taste you."

He doesn't give you any time to respond as he places his mouth on you. A loud moan left you as you felt his tongue against your entrance, your hands in his hair as you tried to pull him closer against you.

"Oh my god," you moaned out, grinding your hips against his face. you want nothing more than to cum on that pretty face of his. "Wooyoung, please."

"What do you want, baby?" Wooyoung asked as he pulled away. The bottom half of his face is painted with your essence, and the sight alone made you gulp. "Do you want to cum?"

He places his mouth on your clit, giving it a hard suck. You can help but put your thighs around his head as you gave into the pleasure. He ate you out like a man starved, his tongue sucking on your clit, giving it strong kitten licks while his fingers moved in and out of you at a fast pace. You felt your abdomen tighten, and you know you won't last.

You bit your lip as you nodded eagerly, "Yes, please, make me cum."

An evil smirk planted itself on his mouth. "Yeah?" His voice is very cunning. It makes you want to combust. "How do you want to come? With my mouth?" He stopped to lick at your slit. "My fingers?" He gives his fingers a harsh thrust into you, a gasp leaving your lips. Wooyoung moves up your body until his mouth is against your ear and whispers, "or do you want my cock?"

You clench around his fingers, and he immediately knew the answer. A chuckle left his mouth before he spoke, "Don't worry, baby. You'll get my cock soon enough."

Wooyoung takes his fingers out of your soaking cunt, and you groan in displeasure. You were so close to cumming, you opened your mouth to cuss at him but stopped. the sight of Wooyoung pulling away from you and tugging at his boxers to reveal his cock. He's thick at the girth, his red tip glistening with precum. You licked your lips. You can't wait to have him inside of you.

You watched him as he stroked himself a few times before his body hovered yours. He rubbed his cock against your clit to tease you. You decided he's going to be the end of you.

"Wooyoung, please. don't tease," you groaned out. The feeling against you is too much, and you don't think you can handle it anymore.

He looked into your eyes for a few seconds before he hummed, guiding himself into your entrance. Wooyoung entered you slowly, a high-pitched moan leaving his mouth as he finally felt you around him.

"God," the man above you said after his cock was inside of you. "God, your pussy feels amazing. tell me when you're ready so that I can move."

You were almost positive that wooyoung is significantly more prominent than the last person you've been with before. The burn of being stretched out on his cock felt so good. You moaned, nodding your head, "I'm ready, fuck, please move."

He wastes no time pulling out, his tip being left inside before thrusting inside you at a fast pace. Your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, tightening around him and pushing him deeper inside you.

"Fuck, y/n, you feel amazing. Almost as if your cunt was made for me," he said, enjoying the way your walls feel around his cock. the sound of your wet pussy can be heard, and the thought alone would have embarrassed you if it weren't for the immense amount of pleasure sourcing through your body. "Do you feel good, baby?"

You nodded your head, pulling his head down so your lips could meet in a hot and heavy kiss. Your mind started to wonder. Is this going to be a one-time thing? Do this once and never speak to each other again? It's something you don't want to think of, especially right now when Wooyoung is making you feel so good.

The man above you pulled away from you entirely, his cock slipping out of you. Before you had the chance to ask what he was doing, he flipped you on your stomach with his hard chest against your back as you felt him enter you once more. A loud moan slipped out of your mouth when wooyoung began thrusting at the same speed as before.

You clenched around Wooyoungs cock as he wrapped his arm around your neck, putting you in a chokehold. There's some pressure— not enough to knock you out but just enough to make you lightheaded. It wasn't something you'd expect from him, but it made you moan, nevertheless.

An evil chuckle left his lips as you clenched around him, head moving down to nibble at your ear before saying, "you like that, huh? Do you like the way I'm fucking you?"

No words spilled from your mouth as you focused on the way Wooyoung's cock felt inside you, the way he's hitting at the right spot. after two, three more thrusts, you couldn't miss the way your abdomen— you know weren't going to last long.

"Wooyoung…" you moaned out softly. "I'm gonna cum."

As if on command, wooyoung sped up his thrusts, ignoring the way he felt his orgasm quickly builds inside of him. "You gonna cum, baby?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly. "Come on, then. cum for me, soak my dick."

You opened your mouth in a silent scream as your orgasm hit you. Your hands grip Wooyoungs forearm, making him hiss. You've never felt an orgasm so powerful before.

"Holy fuck, you're gushing around me. That's so fucking sexy." Wooyoung's pace didn't relent as he guided you through your intense orgasm. The feeling of overstimulation took over your body, and you felt the need to crawl away from him, but you couldn't. You wanted, no, needed him to cum. You felt his cock twitch inside you, telling you you were about to get what you wanted. "Fuck, I'm going to cum, baby. Where do you want me to cum?"

"I-inside me," you said. "please. I want you to cum inside."

"Yeah? You want me cum inside you? I can fill you up so well, baby. you won't go back to anyone else after me, I promise."

After a few more thrusts, wooyoung finally cums, his hot seed filling you up to the brim. You felt so complete like this— with his softening cock stuffed inside, his seed coating your velvet walls, his heavy breathing against your neck. You want to stay like this for a while. It felt nice.

His high subsides, wooyoung leaves small kisses on your neck and down your spine before pulling out of you. a soft sigh left his mouth as he watched his cum escape you. He used two of his fingers to scoop up his cum and stuffed them inside of you, causing you to moan.

Wooyoung pulled away from your body, groaning as he walked to his bathroom. He came back with a wet washcloth in hand, your body flinching as he cleaned you up. He fixed you up so your dress covered your sensitive areas. You watched as he finished cleaning you up, eyes following him when he walked to a dresser and put on some sweatpants. He walked back over to you, climbing into bed and claiming his spot next to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest.

"Hey," Wooyoung said after a few minutes of silence. "You feel okay? I wasn't too rough on you, right?"

"No," you said, a small yawn escaping you. "I liked it. I had a great time."

The man next to you sighed in relief. "I'm glad."

Silence consumes both of you once more. You can't help but think about what comes after this. Sure, you don't mind a one-night stand now and then, but Wooyoung is someone you would like to get to know more. Know what his likes and dislikes are, see what makes him tick, see what makes him happy, sad, angry.

You try not to think about that much, the future is scary, but the only thing you need to focus on is right now. And who knows, maybe you'll get what you want.

Party forgotten, the both of you fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Left Behind

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, death

A/N: hi! this was a request! hope you guys like this one! y’all can blame @midgardianweasley for this one. happy reading <3

anon requested: Natasha x fem! reader. Reader and Natasha were in a building on fire trying to get citizens out and a wooden beam lands on reader. It’s too heavy for Natasha to lift it but won’t give up. Reader is screaming for Natasha to go! Giving her a smile that everything will be okay! A fireman then pulls Natasha out of the building against her will seeing the whole building collapse in reader.

Summary: Natasha and Y/N go on a mission, but don’t make it back together.

Word Count: 1.6K

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You were an Avenger just like your girlfriend; Natasha. You had met the redhead when you first joined the team.

You were one of the highest-ranked S.H.I.E.L.D agents and Fury had decided to recruit you into the team of heroes. You had heard many stories about the Black Widow and to say you were a fan was an understatement.

You had an immense amount of respect for Natasha. Her past wasn’t a great one, but she turned her life around and made it beautiful. She didn’t let her mistakes define who she was and you admired that.

The assassin had taken a liking to you. You guys immediately hit it off. About six months after your arrival, you began dating Natasha.

Natasha’s room became yours too. You’d spend your nights laid on top of the redhead as she stroked your hair gently. You’d close your eyes and ask her to say anything because the sound of her voice was your favorite.

She’d sing Russian lullabies to you. You were the only person she’d ever let hear her sing. She said she was a terrible singer and not letting anyone hear her was a gift, but she was actually amazing at it.

Her husky voice sent chills down your spine whenever she would speak. So when she sang to you in Russian? You were speechless.

You felt blessed to know that Natasha was truly herself in your presence. No one had ever seen her true colors, until you.

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You were the person that Natasha went to for everything.

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Exhausted after a long mission? She’d run into your arms as soon as she’d land. Steve and Tony annoying the fuck out of her? She’d rant to you about how small their brains were.

Devastated after a mission had gone wrong? She’d find comfort in your presence and your words. You’d whisper soft reassurances against her ear as you’d rock your bodies side-to-side.

Receiving good news? You’d be the very first person she’d tell as the excitement took over her. You’d match her energy, feeling just as excited as her, if not more. Natasha would beam as you’d press a soft kiss to the crown of her head, mumbling an ‘i’m so proud of you’ against her scalp.

You were Natasha’s person and she was yours. You genuinely believed you were made for one another. From the way your hands fit like two pieces of a puzzle with one another, to the way your thoughts and ideas seemed to always align. You guys just got each other in a way no one else could.

So, naturally, you were always assigned partners on missions. You two had the best communication on the team which led to tons of successful missions. However, communication couldn’t prevent nor predict the surprises of enemies.

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You and Natasha were sent undercover to a gala being held by one of the leaders of Hydra.

The goal was to capture him for questioning and keep him in custody. That should be easy, considering there was booze everywhere and everyone was either tipsy or black-out drunk.

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Well yes, it would’ve been easy; if your cover hadn’t been blown.

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You were currently sat on the target’s lap as he not so subtly stared at your cleavage. You were with him in a private area further into the party, while Natasha remained in the public area.

The drunk man looked up at you and you smiled down at him; trying your best to hide your disgust. However, he didn’t smile back at you.

You were caught off guard when he abruptly shoved you off of his lap, your body colliding with the marble floor.

“You’re an Avenger. You bitch!” You quickly stood up at his words and attacked him. You spoke into your earpiece while fighting off the man.

“Nat, our cover has been blown. I need backup.” You said as the man landed a heavy punch onto your abdomen. You stumbled back and he took the opportunity to rush out of the room.

“взорвать это место, сейчас! (blow the place up, now!)”

Your eyes widened at his words. Before you could rush out of the room yourself, an explosion pushed you back. Your body collided with a wall and you let out a scream of agony as a beam from the ceiling landed on top of you.

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The sounds of screams and the fire alarms accompanied the ringing in your ears. Your only thoughts being; your pain and Natasha.

She had been on her way over here before the bomb went off. Was she okay? Did she get hit by the force of the bomb? Was she gone?

You tried your best to lift the beam off of your body, but to no avail. You realized that a piece of metal that had been sticking out of the beam had lodged itself into your chest.

Your eyes tore away from the beam on top of you and landed on red locks. Natasha stumbled into the room; or at least, what was left of it anyway. She paused in her tracks at your state.

Tears threatened to fall from her eyes as her hands shot up to cover her mouth, a muffled gasp escaping her throat. She quickly got it together and rushed over to help you.

Nat got down on her knees, not caring about how harsh the rubble was against her bare skin. She moved to lift the beam, but you stopped her.

“Natty, no. If you lift it, I’ll bleed out.” You sent her a small smile before you began to cough. Natasha’s heart sunk to her stomach at the sight of blood pouring out of your mouth.

“I have to get you out of here, babe. We have a movie night planned, I have to make sure that still happens.” Nat tried to joke in an attempt to console you, but it was more to control her own fear than anything.

Your conversation was interrupted by the sound of another explosion. The building quaked as flames began to invade the room. She needed to go; now.

You shook your hand that was sticking out from the beam slightly. Nat got the message and held your hand with both of hers tightly.

“You need to leave, honey. This place is going to collapse any minute now.” You croaked out, ignoring the metallic taste in your mouth.

“I’ll be damned if I leave you behind. If you’re going down, I’m going down with you.” You couldn’t help but smile as you took in every inch of Nat’s face.

She was absolutely beautiful. Even with the dust and dirt littering her face and her worried expression; she was still the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.

The flames began to rage. The smoke was beginning to cloud your vision of the woman in front of you. You rubbed one of her hands with the back of your thumb, not minding the pain that accompanied the action.

“Go. Now. It’s okay. I love you so much and you aren’t leaving me behind; you never would and I- I know that.”

You stuttered towards the end of the sentence as you were overcome by an intense chill. You were losing so much blood and it wasn’t going to be long now before you were gone.

Your eyes drifted towards a figure entering the room. A firefighter. His eyes widened as he noticed both of you. He rushed over to help you, but you stopped him.

“Hey buddy, I’m a goner regardless if you get this off of me or not. Get her out of here. You can’t save me, but you can save her.”

You managed to let out as another fit of coughs shook your body. More crimson liquid spilled out of your mouth and Natasha finally let her tears fall.

The man nodded solemnly before he grabbed Natasha by the waist. She struggled against his hold as she kicked and screamed; her arms reaching out for you.

“No! No! Please let me stay! I can’t leave you! You can’t leave me!” Natasha’s words paired with her tone of agony and desperation tore your heart apart.

All you could do was smile lovingly at her as you slowly felt the life leave your body. She was going to be okay eventually and that’s all you wanted for her.

“I love you, moya lyubov (my love). It’s okay. Take care of yourself.”

You spoke quietly, but it was loud enough for Natasha to hear. She watched as the bright light that once filled your irises turned to a blank stare.

Natasha fought even harder against the man’s firm grip as she sobbed out. He had finally managed to get the both of them out of the room and out of the building. This all happened in the span of a few minutes, but to Natasha, it felt like an eternity.

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The firefighter placed Nat down once they were a good distance away from the building. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she ran towards the building, but before she could make it back in; the entire structure collapsed.

Natasha’s knees roughly hit the floor as she took in the sight. The building that you were in was nothing but broken concrete and rubble. You were buried beneath all of that carnage.

Natasha sobbed without care. She couldn’t give two fucks if people were staring at her with pity or sympathy. She had just lost the love of her life.

Natasha couldn’t help but blame herself. If she had gotten to the room sooner, she could’ve gotten the both of you out of there. You wouldn’t have been crushed by a beam.

She wouldn’t have had to watch as you bled out. She wouldn’t have had to witness firsthand; as the soul she had fallen in love with left the world.

Natasha cried out into the night. The chaos going on around her turned to white noise. Her surroundings were in slow motion as she mourned.

Each tear that fell from her eyes represented each obliterated possibility of a future with the woman she loved.

Each scream that left her mouth served as curses to every higher power there was, for so cruelly taking the love of her life; you.

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Can you Taehyungs version of reader being shot cause of them?

I really like your Jimin and Namjoon Version that you’ve written🥰

Request from @dramaclub-thin: Mafia BTS where the reader is shot for/because of them.

A/N: It is so much longer than I meant for it to be. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading.

If anyone else wants to request, you can here.

Mafia Bangtan other parts:

Namjoon

Yoongi

Jimin

Jungkook

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Deception.

Summary: When you agreed to help Bangtan take down one of their enemies, you never imagined it could go so wrong.

Trigger warning: Smut, violence, blood, murder.

Taehyung

Mafia! Taehyung

"Are you ready?" Namjoon asks, shutting off the car's engine and turning around in his seat.

"Yeah," you nod back, hoping the rocking pit of nerves in your stomach isn't visible on your face. Scanning back and forth between him in the front and Jin sat beside you, you're checking to see if they are showing any signs of worry either. Finding a bit of solace in their surety.

"We're gonna lag behind about 20 minutes to be cautious and stay out of sight. But we'll be close. Just do everything like we said, and you'll be fine." Namjoon summarizes once again. Jin offering you a kind, reassuring smile to accompany the leader's words.

You nod again, sucking your tongue to the roof of your mouth. Running your fingers through your hair to fluff it for the 30th time. Hyperfixated on the time, you see the dashboard clock tick over. 20:21.

"Okay, let's go." You exhale deeply.

It was three weeks ago that Namjoon came to you with a problem that Bangtan was facing. Their weapons dealer was forcefully put out of business, which was Namjoons gentle way of saying he was killed, cutting off their supply to automatics and other bigger guns. Leaving them vulnerable. The man who took over their previous partners supply was known to be working with some of the other, smaller local crews. It was also known that he was a rival of Namjoon's and due to this tension refused to work with Bangtan. Normally, a problem like this would be something that they could handle. However, as Namjoon explained it, this guy was backed and protected by foreign money and was too hot to touch without starting a bloody war.

So the plan was simple. Risky, but simple. The supplier had to die. And it needed to appear to be from natural causes, so it could never fall back on Bangtan. No one directly affiliated could be involved. That meant none of the members could risk doing it. It also meant that it was too high a priority to trust an associate or hired gun with this information. Not with the reach and money the opposition had. No, it had to be someone within the family that could handle this, but someone the supplier would never know.

Opportunely, the supplier was known to have a weakness for women, hence the logical conclusion for Namjoon was one of the member's girls. Trustworthy enough not to turn or rat, not likely to be noticed among the myriad of other women, and except a few of them, all had no record linking them to Bangtan, so they would be complete unknowns.

Jin said it, but you already knew it. Out of all of the girls, you were the one who was the most capable. Your difficult past left you with many emotional scars but made you the best person to handle the responsibility. You're not susceptible to intimidation. Have very few moral hangups. And most importantly Namjoon knows how much you love Taehyung. How you would do anything for him. To keep him safe and happy. He knows he can trust you, and that when the time comes, you wouldn't hesitate to do what they needed you to.

As for you, you knew that Taehyung trusted Namjoon irrefutably and you had seen countless times that he was a good leader. Furthermore, you could appreciate the gravity of the situation. Because you're sure that if Bangtan's brain had any other choice, he would not have asked for your help. But since he had, you were going to do what was necessary to keep your family and Taehyung safe.

The problem was that Namjoon had insisted on secrecy. The only ones to know about his plan were you, him, and Jin. A few years ago, sure, lying would not have been a problem for you, you hardly ever told the truth to anyone. But this changed when you met Taehyung. He was the first person you could be honest with, the first person you ever let love you. And lying to him was something you were genuinely struggling with.

However, you knew Namjoon and Jin were right. There was no way Tae would have been okay with you being put in harm's way and he wouldn't be able to separate his feelings from the urgency of the task.

Although, that justification doesn't make you feel less guilty for deceiving him. And to make matters worse, you expected this to be over with last week already. But on your first date with the supplier, he had left the club early to deal with work suddenly. Giving you no time to spike his drink.

So here you were, attempt number two.

While you were meant to meet the supplier at a fancy restaurant first, Namjoon's plan was to skip that and get to his house as quickly as possible. Before the valet could open the supplier's car door, you leant through the open window, teasingly licking your lips. "I just realized," you purr, noting his eyes drop to your mouth and back. "I'm actually not that hungry. So how about we skip to the end of the night, and then you can take me out for breakfast tomorrow morning."

Your blatant offer works like a charm. 20 minutes and a car ride later, he's pulling you down onto his couch. Hardly able to keep his hands or lips off of you.

Tearing at your blouse he rips the buttons apart, his mouth sucking and licking at your neck. One of his hands roaming and grabbing at anything he can, while the other starts to hike up your pencil skirt. He removes his vest and buttoned shirt, not once parting his lips from yours. His large, hard chest muscles pressing against you as he pins you in between his arms and the couch. Spreading your legs apart, he grinds his crotch into your core and you can feel what effect this is having on him. And you have to admit, despite your mind being focused elsewhere, physically it's having the same kind of arousing results on you.

But this isn't what's supposed to happen. He's moving too fast and it's quickly getting away from you. You only want to get him comfortable and distracted enough that he completely lets his guard down. You're trying to poison him, not fuck him.

Pushing his chest lightly, you spring upright. Slightly out of breath you pull your hair over your shoulder covering up a little and running your fingers through it, trying to regain some composure.

"I could use a drink." You pant, batting your eyes up at him.

"Sounds good." He nods, his gaze dark and ravenous. Suddenly haulting he leans back down to kiss you. His hands gripping your hips as he kisses you back into the sofa. Abruptly leaving you flat on the couch with flushed cheeks.

This is better. One or two drinks from now, you should be able to slip him the ricin. He drinks it, you fake a headache, and skip home.  24 hours from now he has a heart attack and dies from natural causes. Nothing tied to you. Nothing connected to Bangtan.

"I hope you like-"  The supplier calls out, only to be interrupted by a grating smack at the front of the house. You startle upright, sitting alert watching the hall entrance. He comes from the other side, coming back from the kitchen, a curious look on his face. Both of you staring at the same doorway as Taehyung suddenly comes in.

Fuck.

Your eyes go wide, half not able to believe he is actually here. He wasn't supposed to be!  Namjoon had arranged for Jimin to take him out tonight. And you had told him you were going to meet some of the other girls.

The thing you didn't know; a week ago when you met the supplier at the club, you had also said you were out with a few girls, including Jimin's girlfriend. But she was with Jimin at that time. And Jimin was with Taehyung. And she knew nothing about any plans to go out.

So when you said there was a movie night tonight, he asked around and found out that was also a lie. He wanted to trust you. To trust that it wouldn't be as bad as his worst fear. Still, the more he thought over how you lied to him, the more he worked himself up, getting himself into a paranoid and anxious state. Until he found himself tracking your phone, following you to an unknown house.

Seeing you half undressed and with someone he considers an enemy, his anger and jealously turns to pure rage. It only taking a second for the scene in front of him to confirm his worst suspicions.

Unleashing his gun he shoots wildly at the supplier. Reason slipping from him completely.

Barley able to avoid being hit, the supplier dives behind one of the sofa chairs. Nearly being riddled with the showering of bullets.

Wrapping your hands over your head, you cover your ears from the explosive sounds. Still firing, and keeping the supplier pinned, Taehyung storms at you.

"Tae-" you start. The gun empties, but Taehyung couldn't care less, tossing it aside. All of his attention focused on you.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He growls through gritted teeth. His hand flying down smacking your cheek, slapping you back into the sofa. "How could you do this to me?!" He screams, his voice wavering from the emotion in his question.

"I can explain," You ignore the burn on your cheek, running your hands along your body, trying your best to cover and redress yourself.  You never wanted him to see you like this, and the look of betrayal in his eyes is stinging your heart more than any slap could.  "I-," you begin with no next word coming. There's nothing you can tell him. Not while the supplier is right here.

Taehyung's anger aside, you're terrified to think what him being here means. Namjoon's plan is completely derailed. And Taehyung attacked the supplier, creating an entirely new problem. You're not the smart one. You have no idea what to do or how to fix this.

Where the hell are Jin and Namjoon?

Taehyung is so fixated on you that he doesn't see the other man charging from the side.

"Look out!" You scream. Only it's a second too slow. Taehyung doesn't have time to react and the supplier swings a ceramic table ornament at his head. The shattered fragments raining over you, as your boyfriend is knocked to the ground. The shoe of the imposing man booting into Taehyung's torso.

You dive towards them, driving your body weight into the supplier to separate the two men. Pushing him away as his heel scarcely misses Taehyung's face.

He stumbles back a few steps and straightens up, nodding and pursing his lips with a look of revelation. Seeing you spring to Taehyungs defence revealed much more than you had intended.

While you're attempting to help Tae upright, he quickly shirks you off and lunges at the other man diving through him and dragging him to the floor. Fighting for dominance and survival, the two men break into a brutal fight trading blow after blow as they struggle to overpower the other.

While you're relieved to see that Taehyung is the more skilled of the two, and mostly has the upper hand, you're mainly sick with worry. The ramifications of this will play out beyond this simple fistfight.

All you can do is get Tae out of here for now, and hope that the supplier hasn't realised that this was an attempt to kill him. Maybe if you're really lucky he will only think of it at face value. A cheating girlfriend and her jealous boyfriend.

"Tae," you grab his arm, dragging him back with resistance. "We have to get out of here. Please,"

He drops the supplier's collar, who falls back limply. Turning to you he has blood pouring down his face from a cut on his cheek. Intensifying the cold look in his eye.

"We? What we? Don't you wanna stay here with this piece of shit." He snarls, standing up.

"I can explain after." You tug him again. He can hate you all he likes later. But first, you have to get out of here. "Please," you beg for his agreement.

Staring harshly, he retreats from you. A pained look in his eye that cuts you more than any blade could. Anger, hate, rage. You could handle all of it. But there's so much hurt and sadness on his face. It's nothing you ever wanted to be responsible for. It's more than you can bear.

"Tae," you hold your hand outreached, gingerly approaching him.  He doesn't withdraw further, allowing you to rest your hand on his cheek. Your heart breaking further as he leans into your touch. Resting in your palm for comfort like an injured puppy. "I promise, baby, this isn't what it looks like." you coo, "I love you so much,"

His eyes close, his face scrunching in anguish. He wants to believe you so badly. To forget everything he has seen. To take you home and never let you go. He may be the first person you let love you, but for him, you are the only person he ever let himself love.

Turning, you use his softening demeanour to lead him towards the door. But the supplier pulls your attention. Neither of you were paying him any mind and standing in the corner of the room he's pulled his own gun from hiding.

Reacting without a thought you shove your back into Taehyung, covering him. Guarding him.

At the same time, a shot rings out and the bullet hits you. A painful, sharp sensation piercing through your torso that makes you stumble back. Losing your footing you fall into Taehyung, your body never hitting the ground. Taehyung catching your weight, lowering with you. Resting you on his legs.

Taehyung grimaces in pain, his hand wrapping his own side momentarily. The bullet went clean through you and cut his side before flying into the wall behind the both of you. Dismissing his own injury, he leans over your body, ripping off his shirt and pressing it and his palms into your entrance wound. Trying to slow the bleeding.

Looking up at Taehyung with tear-filled eyes, you're in shock. Every breath you take is sore but other than that, your body is numb. Your hands clinging to his, all you can think is that you wished you knew what to say or do to lessen his panic. The sweat on his forehead rolls into the cut on his cheek causing the blood to drip further down his neck and chest. The fear and worry in his eyes exposing what you can't see or feel. That you're losing a lot of blood.

The supplier comes over the top of you both. He presses the barrel of the gun into the back of Taehyungs head, forcing him to crouch lower over you.

"I was searching for a reason to annihilate Namjoon and his pathetic crew. Thank you for giving me one." He digs the gun down harder. Taehyung growls, baring his teeth in frustration. "Too bad we didn't get to finish what we started though, Y/n. Oh well." He smirks, cocking the gun for additional effect.

"I love you," Taehyung whispers, the finality in his voice breaking your restraint, tears gushing down your face.

"I-," you can only begin.

Another blast rings out that makes both you and Taehyung jump. The supplier's body goes heavy and plummets to the ground, smashing through the glass coffee table beside you. Glass shatters everywhere as he falls down dead, blood pouring out of his head, collecting into a pool.

"Fuck sakes." Namjoon sighs from the living room entrance. Standing with Jin, both looking over the destruction with disbelief.

"Hyung," Taehyung calls out, his voice raspy and on the verge of tears. "Help." He looks down at you, your face pale, your limps drooping as the blood loss is starting to make you dizzy.

Namjoon opens his mouth readying to scold his brother, but he quickly stops himself. His own faults glaringly obvious at this moment. Jin removes his belt, wrapping it around your waist he fixes it tightly, making you whine in pain, keeping Taehyungs shirt pressed to both sides of your wound.

"Can you carry her?" Jin asks his younger brother.

Namjoon passes all of you, walking toward the lifeless body of his enemy, shooting another round into the back of his head with a frustrated look in his eye.

Taehyung nods at Jin with wide, panicked eyes.

"Then bring her." Namjoon turns with a flick of his head gesturing to follow him.

Jin supports Taehyung as he struggles to get himself and you to a standing position. Finding more strength once he is upright, lifting you into his arms as you whimper and moan weakly.

"Taehyung-" you start, your words sounding breathless and weak. "I'm sorry," you whisper.

"Shh baby." He hushes you. "Don't worry about that now."

He gets you into Namjoons truck, laying you down the length of the seat. As Namjoon speeds to the hospital, Taehyung sits in the back, his legs under your head. Holding firm against your bullet wound while petting your head.

Jin takes Tae's keys and follows you in his car. Already calling a cleanup crew to get rid of the supplier's body. Trying to salvage what he can of the bad situation.

"Namjoon," you call out. Even as your mind is starting to slip into unconsciousness your worry over the family is consuming your focus. "the plan. Can you fix the-" you breathe heavily running out of air.

He looks over his shoulder, guilt overtaking his expression. Nodding with an affirming grunt.

"Plan? What plan?" Taehyung muses, the shock steadily drifting away. "What is she talking about, Hyung?" One look at the blame on Namjoon's face and it clicks into place. "What did you do?"

"It wasn't supposed to happen like this." Namjoon reasons.

"Are you kidding me? You organized this?!" He snaps, "How the fuck could you risk her like that?!"

"It was supposed to be easy. She wasn't meant to get hurt-"

"Well, clearly she did!" Taehyung roars, his hands bunching into fists.

"I'm sorry, Tae. I wanted to help." You whine, lifting your arm up to touch his chest, trying to soothe him in any way.

"It's okay, baby. I know you did." He coos kissing your forehead, Taehyung's rage immediately subsiding towards you. He takes your blood-drenched hands in his and kisses them lovingly. Kissing down your forearms, pressing your hands to his head in agony and want to have you closer. Wishing he could absorb your pain and suffering.

Returning his wrath to the leader his voice lowers, coming out like ice. "We're gonna talk about this once she's okay." He snarls, "And know, I hold you personally responsible for every second she's in pain."

Looking in the rearview mirror, Namjoon nods solemnly. "Yeah, I do too."

Luckily for you, you recover quickly, and no permanent physical damage was done. But the damage that was done to Namjoon and Taehyungs relationship, the repercussions caused for Bangtan, and the fall out from the supplier's death... well that's another story entirely.

[goldengoddess]

You know what I was thinking just the other day? How would Kaz be with a reader who is a little more on the sensitive side? Like I can’t imagine him trying to be abrasive but he seems like HED slip up so much

because it's you

pairing: kaz brekker x sensitive!reader

a/n: oh my god i hate this so much pls forgive me i tried,,,, sending u lots of love

warnings: curse word? kaz being a little mean

the barrel was a ruthless place

it took everything a person had to survive

everyone you knew had needed to sacrifice some part of themselves to stay alive on the streets

lose a part of their naive nature

innocence

whatever it may be

but you, even though you'd survived this long, lost so much, had never been able to shake your sensitivity

sometimes it was the brunt of the joke

the cute little teasing remark from jesper

"oh no we can't watch that movie, you know it makes y/n cry"

you never minded

you had earned your place in the dregs

regardless of your sometimes hypersensitive feelings

everyone knew that

but sometimes other comments stung

people would be slightly too harsh with you

and you would end up in a foul mood all day

or locked in your tiny shared room buried under your covers

it was never their faults

they couldn't control your reactions or know what you would take to heart and what you wouldn't

you were 'built different' as nina lovingly told you sometimes

but what hit the hardest was when kaz hurt your feelings

the two of you had established an understanding

his cold nature pulled in your sensitive one and vice versa

the true nature of opposites attract

but he was still your boss

and he tried his best to be boss like

to be the kaz brekker he was with everyone else

key word is tried

there were secrets that he shared with you

and no one else

sometimes they just slipped out of him

you could tell he hadn't meant to tell you certain things

he'd always try his best to not tell you

bite his lip

look behind you instead of at you

but they'd leave his lips anyways

all in a breathless admission

like he couldn't help but share everything with you

he would sigh and place his head in his hands, "i wasn't meant to tell you that."

you'd lean your hip against the desk he was at and answer "so why did you?"

he would look up with a 'seriously?' look on his face and then the corners of his eyes would soften

"because it's you."

something about your sensitivity made you trustworthy in his eyes

but it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows between the two of you

sometimes you fucked up

like the one time you were in a place you weren't meant to be during a job

and a guard had caught you

causing the plan, kaz's plan, to go south

"saint's y/n you know that wasn't where you were meant to be how could you be so careless?" he'd said to you, his voice laced with venom

you had flinched at the words

already feeling hot tears in your eyes

jesper had grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him

he'd glared daggers at kaz and shook his head while saying "too far man"

jesper had led you out of the room and back to yours

you'd spent the rest of the night running over the job in your head

what had you done wrong where had you messed it up

all while kaz's words replayed in your head constantly

but the next morning the kitchen would be filled with waffles and all of your favorite treats

and coffee galore

your favorite thing ever

it would make your entire day to wake up to a breakfast like that

you saw the way kaz tried to catch your eyes over the table as everyone ate

and when you finally looked at him

you could practically feel the apology radiating off him

the bite you took out of your waffle meant 'apology accepted'

sometimes you wouldn't be the only one to mess up on the job

alot of times mostly when jesper was around it was a group effort

and kaz would rip all of you a new one

he would stare at all of you, sitting in a row in front of him, his arms crossed over his chest

and then he'd start

"what were you all thinking?" "the plan was very clear" "this cannot happen again"

everyone would just look right back at him

except you

you'd take the words personally

fiddling with your fingers

wincing at his words

kaz would notice and his anger would slowly subside

"get out. all of you."

you'd file out like a bunch of elementary students

but kaz would close the door before you could leave

"kaz?"

he sighed and sat down on his bed

you took a seat next to him

"you know i wasn't yelling just at you right? that wasn't about you"

you nodded your head but kept staring forward

he tapped your thigh twice to get his attention

and when you looked at him he was letting a smile slip onto his face

and you would mirror the tiny grin

"i know kaz"

"i never want to hurt your feelings angel, you know that right?"

you'd nod your head

and his small smile would be a full grin

"you make it really hard to be your boss"

maybe dirtyhands wasn't so ruthless when it came to his favorite person

[peanutpinet]

Yuta (cold mafia boss)

Prompt: 20)“The only time a man should be fast is when he’s trying to dodge my bullets.” - 100 Dialogue Prompts for Mob Boss AUs

A/N: since NCT 127 have decided to attack us since Friday with all their day/night posts and whatever more things they still got in the back storage, I just gotta do some fics about the dark concept, cause like, yea XD. I asked my friend whose bias is Yuta to choose a prompt and so, here we are XD

Warnings: some form of harassment, cursing (it's Yuta) drinking, spiked drink and hint of kidnapping

It was a Friday night and you were more than excited to finally have some time off to hang out with your boyfriend, Yuta, who was also part "gang leader" of NCT, an infamous group that people thought do illegal doings when they're the ones shutting the illegal businesses down.

Yuta being Yuta didn't disclose what he did from the beginning. But he also never fully tell you everything which, is understandable, it was confidential information. Despite so, Yuta never restricted your movements and you both would have some normal cafe dates, picnic dates, etc. Even so, there will be times where Yuta would have you do some personal training that includes self-defence, quizzes about types of chemicals, guns, etc. In his defense, he just wants you to be prepared should something goes wrong and you're alone.

Despite following Yuta's needs, you would sometimes joke about how it won't happen or that Yuta will make sure it wouldn't go too far or even if anything did happen, you were sure that Yuta would eventually find a way to make things right. Boi, were you in for a treat.

As mentioned, you were finally going to have a night out with Yuta after so long and had just finished getting ready when you received a text from Yuta saying, "hey love, sorry this is super last minute but could you change into a more black-tie dress code? We are sort of having a business dinner tonight and I want to bring you as my date. I'm on my way to pick you up right now. Don't worry, you don't have to put on anything you're uncomfortable cause whatever you wear, you still look hot to me ;)"

So of course you did what Yuta asked. You changed into a simple long black dress that fitted your figure and touched up your makeup a bit more and let your hair down. As you were putting on the last of your accessories and about to put your shoes on, Yuta was already ringing the bell. You quickly opened the door for him and told him that you were just going to put your shoes on which Yuta chuckled and helped you as he saw you struggling.

"You didn't have to go all out and wear heels babe, you'll have sore feet by the end of the night" Yuta mentioned, holding you steady as you were putting on your heels

"I mean, if it's just dinner, I'll just be sitting either way. You so owe me with a pizza movie night next week" you complained, finally putting your shoes

"Anything for you babe. Let's go" Yuta smiled, bringing your arm wrapped around his and helped you get into the car before he went to the driver's seat

Arriving at the dinner, you felt out of place since this was the first time Yuta actually brought you. Noticing your nervous state, Yuta wrapped his arm over your shoulder, telling you that he'll be right beside you unless you need to go to the restroom or need some personal space.

Nodding, Yuta gave you a heartwarming smile and brought you around. First and foremost, to his other members that were joining the dinner, the people you knew the week you and Yuta started dating. Allowing some weight off since how worried you were.

"Oh, (Y/N)!! Welcome!! Hope Yuta didn't force you to come here" Johnny greeted you which Yuta gave him a glare

"Well, he sorta promised me for a pizza movie night date next week, so I guess it's a winwin" you replied, chuckling

"Oooh, can we come? I miss just watching movies on the weekend" Jungwoo requested, pulling out his puppy eyes

"Maybe if you find yourself a girlfriend, I'd consider it" Yuta hissed, you hit him playfully

"Hey (Y/N), sometimes I wonder what you see in Yuta. He's so aggressive" Jungwoo joked as Taeyong tried to calm everyone and directed everyone to their table since dinner was starting

Dinner surprisingly went well and the opposing business partners were actually cooperating; like, they would agree to what NCT were asking, even giving some suggestions for the corporation. But nevertheless, every NCT member were on their best guard; heck, they all had their guns rested by their hips and even knifes hidden within their clothing.

Seeing how the talk about the business bore you, you took a big sip off of the drink the waiter had just poured for you. Suddenly feeling the urge to go to the bathroom, you excused yourself from everyone at the table, nodding your head when Yuta told you to immediately come back once you're done.

However, you didn't go to the bathroom because of the urge to pee or anything. Instead, it's because you didn't feel too good, maybe the alcohol in your drink was a bit too much to your tolerance but whether you want to admit it or not, you didn't feel good and felt like you could pass out at any second.

After purging and sitting down for a bit, you felt slightly better but not good enough because everything around you was tilted. Taking a deep breath, you just kept on thinking how the dinner table wasn't that far and if you hurry, you can just make it to Yuta's side and pass out however you like.

Pulling whatever willpower you have left, you stood up and started to walk out of the bathroom. Holding onto the wall, you slowly walked down the hall back to your table, until someone came up to you, asking if you were alright which you told them that you were fine. You may be dizzy and not feeling good, but you surely weren't dumb nor were you drunk.

Despite the guy saying that all he wanted to do was to help you, you clearly knew that wasn't his true intention since he was gripping you a bit too much to your liking. You've tried pushing him away but that only made his grip tighter. And to top it off, instead of helping you to your actual table or at least asking where your table was, he brought you to a more quiet area; making your heart beat quicker.

Unfortunately, at this point, whatever was in your drink was sinking it and you slowly start to lose consciousness and hope as from what you can see, you were far from your table. But thank the universe because all of a sudden you hear a loud ring and the tight grip was gone; instead, it was replaced by a warm embrace.

"Get him out of here before I actually kill him right here and now" you heard Yuta's stern voice commanding his other members

"I got you, baby. Let's get you back home, hmm?" you heard Yuta's voice turned soft; not having any more energy, you just nodded and fell asleep in his embrace

Because Yuta felt he can't leave you alone nor not torment the people that hurt you, he decided to bring you back to NCT's place. Wiping off your makeup and putting on your skincare for you, Yuta had one of the maids help change your clothes and then he tucked you in bed; not leaving your side until he's convinced that you're fully asleep before leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead then quietly leaving the room.

Walking out of the room, he saw Jeno and Jaemin, asking them to guard your room until he gets back. Making his way to the basement, he met with the NCT members that joined the dinner that did not end well at all.

Turns out, not long after you left, the neos already had a bad feeling; that something was not right, especially since their "business partners" were eyeballing the situation around them and it was revealed that the dinner was just a cover-up and that they were planning to use you to get to the neos, which clearly did not end well for them.

"Is she alright?" Taeyong asked, seeing Yuta was fuming

"She's very much passed out the second I found her. Are they all in there?" Yuta questioned strictly

"Yea. All tied up and blindfolded on the ground" Johnny mentioned

"Good" Yuta smirked, slamming the door open, making the prisoners jerked in surprise

"Rise and shine motherf*ckers. I hope you're ready for what's coming" Yuta shouted as some of the neos took their blindfolds off

"And y'all call yourselves men. Tch. You guys may be agile but not agile enough. The only time a man should be fast is when he’s trying to dodge my bullets. Not getting caught by their enemies. And surely not looking or thinking to do anything to another person's girlfriend. Oh well, what's done is done. Be lucky that we all got there in time. But, that doesn't mean I'll go easy on you. Let's see...should I start off with your fingers because you touched my girl or your head for ever thinking that little stunt of yours. Either way, I'm definitely going to take my time with you all" Yuta ranted, a smirk forming on his face as he saw the horror of his prisoners while the neos put their blindfolds back on

A/N: yeap, this turned out longer than expected. Welp, this is what happens when NCT updates with a dark concept I guess XD

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

You Are In Love (M.YG)

Warnings : mentions of cheating

Word Count : 2149

Synopsis : while laying in bed, she realizes she’s in love with min yoongi

When my eyes opened, I was met with my boyfriend’s sleeping face, and a smile spread across mine. His arm was lazily draped across my body, unlike the tight hold he had on me when we had fallen asleep the previous night. Watching him sleep peacefully like this, I couldn’t help but think about how lucky I am to call him mine. “What are you looking at?” He grumbled in his morning voice, his eyes slowly opening to meet mine.

           “The most handsome man in the world.” I whispered, leaning up to kiss his nose. He scrunched his face before pouting, saying I missed the obvious target and pulling me in for a sweet kiss. When we pulled away and I met his eyes again, his hand moving to brush some hair out of my face, I was hit with the sudden realization that I was in love with him. I knew I was falling; I’d been falling for him since we started dating. But being with him like this feels so domestic, and I want to wake up to his face every day for the rest of my life.

           “Coffee for the pretty lady.” Yoongi smiled as he sat across from me, placing both our drinks on the table between us. I thanked him and reiterated that he didn’t have to pay for me. “Let me be a gentleman.” He pouted and I giggled, completely giving into him.

           I was so nervous, playing with my hands in my lap as we talked and got to know each other better. But as the date went on, I found myself laughing more and becoming more comfortable with him. After we finished our coffees, we decided to take a walk around and enjoy the nice weather. At one point, he had slipped his hand into mine, smiling down at me when I looked over to him. “I like holding hands.” He said simply, his gummy smile on full display.

           “Me too.” I tightened my grip on his hand, and we continued walking around like that, telling each other stories of our lives, and just enjoying each other’s company.

           I met Yoongi through a mutual friend, Jung Hoseok, and there was a connection almost immediately. He was a bit distant at first, and I later found out through Hoseok, and then Yoongi, that it was because he found me pretty and got nervous around me. It took him almost three months to ask me on our first date, and then another month to make us official.

           “For you.” He said with a nervous smile as he handed me the plush he had won at the game at the fair. A blush rose to my cheeks and I accepted it, thanking him. “Those games are rigged, but I really wanted to win you something.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck as we slowly walked by all the concessions.

           “You’re cute.” I told him, causing him to stop walking. I stopped a couple steps ahead of him, and turned to face him, a look of confusion on my face. He just stared at me in silence, a small smile dancing across his lips that slowly grew into his wide, gummy smile that I adored.

           “You think so?” He chuckled, taking the two steps towards me, and slipping his hand into mine as we continued walking.

           “I know so.” I countered as I started swinging our arms back and forth, looking around at all the lights that seemed to brighten the darkening day. We made our way to the ferris wheel, completing our fair date night with a cliché. I looked out at all the lights, and watched as couples wandered around hand in hand, much like Yoongi and I.

           “Can I kiss you?” His question caught me off guard, and I looked at him with widened eyes, before giggling at his question.

           “You’ve kissed me before; you don’t need to ask.” I told him, and he wasted no time; cupping my face and crashing his lips to mine as if he would die otherwise.

           “Just let me be a gentleman.” He said softly after he pulled away, his hands still cupping my face as he rested his forehead against mine. The ride quickly came to an end, and we decided to call it a night.

           We held hands as he drove me home, his thumb running over my knuckles subconsciously. The ride was silent save for the soft music playing from the radio, but the silence was comfortable. When we made it to my apartment, he walked me to the door like he always does, but he seemed really nervous this time. I thanked him for a fun night and gave him a quick kiss goodnight. “Y/N.” He called before I could open the door, and I turned to face him. “Be my girlfriend.” He spit out quickly and my eyes widened. “I mean, uh, would you want to be my girlfriend?” He started kicking his feet and rubbing the back of his neck, and I couldn’t help but smile.

           “I’d love to, Yoongs.” I walked towards him, lazily wrapping my arms around his neck, and bringing him in for a sweet kiss.

           “I’ll see you tomorrow for lunch with Hoseok?” He asked and I nodded, asking him if he could pick me up. “It would be my pleasure.” He kissed me one more time before heading home.

           Hoseok wasn’t surprised when we told him we were dating, having to deal with our pining for months. He would act as if he hated being the third wheel but was actually really happy we both were happy. He’s taken so many photos of us it’s almost like he’s our own personal photographer.

           “God you two are disgustingly cute.” Hoseok rolled his eyes as he walked into Yoongi’s kitchen, Yoongi behind me with his arms wrapped around me as we cooked together. Neither one of us moved from our position, and Hoseok snapped a couple pictures. He definitely wasn’t complaining when he dug into the food and ate most of it, going on about how delicious it was.

           “It was made with love.” Yoongi smiled, pressing a quick kiss to my lips.

           “Wow I cannot wait until you two are out of the honeymoon phase.” He quipped, but I could see the small smile on his face as he watched his two best friends fall in love.

           Before meeting Yoongi, I believed I wasn’t meant to find love. Everyone I liked and dated seemed to treat me like shit; toss me aside for something better. I was scared Yoongi would do it as well, but he’s proven over and over again that he’s in this for the long run. And as I lay here in bed, staring into his eyes, realizing that he’s the love of my life, I can picture him at the end of the aisle, smiling as I walk towards him.

           “Y/N! What a small world.” Mark exclaimed, pulling me in for an awkward hug. “This is Jennie, my fiancée.” I looked down at her ring finger, seeing a beautiful diamond ring adorning it. “This is Y/N, my ex. She’s chill people though.” He said to Jennie. I smiled at her, extending my hand for her to shake. She did so with little hesitation. Yoongi slid his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him as he looked at the couple in front of us.

           “This is Yoongi, my boyfriend.” I told Mark, smiling up at Yoongi who was already looking at me with a smile. “This is Mark.” The two of them shook hands, and the four of us stood around for a couple of minutes before I excused us so we could go greet the man of the hour. “I forgot he and Jackson were friends.” I told Yoongi, trying to calm my pounding heart.

           “Are you okay? You don’t look so good.” Yoongi immediately led me to the closest chair, sitting me down and kneeling in front of me. He placed his hand on my forehead, checking my temperature while looking at me with concern in his eyes. I grabbed his hand from my forehead, holding it in my hand as I told him I was okay.

           “Mark’s the guy I told you about. The one who doesn’t do marriage. The one who was cheating on me; with Jennie.” He cupped my face with his hands, wiping away the tears I didn’t know fell.

           “Well honestly, that’s his loss. You are the most beautiful, kind-hearted person I’ve ever met. And because he was an idiot, I get to show you what true love looks like.” He ended his small speech with a small kiss. “Now, what do you say we go wish Jackson a happy birthday and then sneak away and go see that movie you wanted to see?” I smiled and nodded, taking his hand as we both stood up and made our way to Jackson.

           Yoongi was right. We just celebrated our 6 months last night, and I’ve felt more loved during these last 6 months than I did the 2 years I was with Mark. Yoongi always reminds me how much he cares about me, how beautiful he finds me. Not a day goes by without him reminding me. I was so sure I was going to marry Mark, but in this moment, I know that was just a silly dream, a wish. But marrying Yoongi, I can picture it. I want to spend the rest of my life showing Yoongi all the love he’s shown me, and then some.

           Come outside. His text read, and I didn’t even think twice about throwing on some clothes and meeting him outside. The sun had long set, and the stars littered the sky. There was only a small breeze ruining an otherwise perfect night.

           Yoongi was standing beside his car when I got outside, a wide smile spreading across his face when he saw me. I practically jumped into his arms, giving him a quick kiss. “You make it seem like you haven’t seen me in ages.” He joked; his arms still wrapped around me.

           “I haven’t seen you in 2 days. That is forever!” I jokingly exclaimed, throwing my head back to further make my point. A chuckle escaped his lips, and I absolutely loved the sound. I have since the first time I heard it. I could listen to it on repeat all day and not get bored.

           “You know what, you’re absolutely right. 2 days is far too long without you, angel.” He leaned in for another kiss, one I happily returned. “Shall we go?” He asked, pointing to his car, and I nodded, even though I had no idea what he had planned. I trusted him.

           He had driven us to an open field and laid a blanket down. “I wanted to star gaze with you.” He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

           “You really are too cute, Min Yoongi.” We laid beside each other, and I listened as he pointed out different constellations to me. He would tell me the stories about them, and I would hang onto every word.

           “And that one right there, that’s Y/N Y/L/N.” My eyes widened as I looked at him, sitting up quickly. He sat up too, pulling a folded paper out of his pocket, unfolding it, and showing it to me. “As of today, there is a star named after you. Because you are my star.”

           “You really just went and named a star after me.” I said, tears welling up in my eyes. “Just take my whole heart, Min Yoongi. I don’t even want it back.” He chuckled, wiping away the tears that fell.

           “If I could buy you the entire world, I would.” He told me. And I know he would.

           “You are my world, Yoongs.” I admitted to him. And that’s when he pulled me in for the most passionate kiss I’ve ever felt. And it didn’t end there. It ended later that night, in my bed, soft moans in the air as we slept together for the first time.

           As I laid beside him, recounting all my memories with him, I realized I’d been in love with him the entire time. For me, there wasn’t going to be anyone else. Min Yoongi was it for me. “What are you thinking so hard about, love?” He said softly, a small smile on his face.

           “How absolutely, irrevocably in love I am with you, Min Yoongi.” I admitted and watched as his small smile grew. “I’ve always been in love with you.” I continued.

           “I am so in love with you, Y/N Y/L/N.” He chuckled. “And I’m going to show you that every day for as long as you’ll have me.”

           “I was thinking forever.”

           “Forever sounds good.” Forever sounds perfect.