#this is why Ray gives him a baby slap instead of knocking his ass to the ground like in the manga

[fullscoreshenanigans]

[jenonctcity]

My Addiction - Part 1

Differences – Lee Donghyuck

Part of the Bad Boy Series.

Badboy!Au

Warnings: Drug Use, Violence, Explicit Sex, Sex under the Influence.

Word Count: 5.6k

Lee Donghyuck would punch you if you addressed him by that name. Instead, it was best to call him Haechan, which is the name he much preferred, the name he had given to himself after he’d moved out of his parents house and decided to make his own living instead of leeching off of mummy and daddy. Don’t get him wrong, he loved getting money thrown at him to keep him out of his parents’ hair, but he resented his father, and didn’t want anything more from him after the age of seventeen. He was very close to his father when he was growing up, but the day he walked in on his father fucking his secretary, his opinion changed, and he couldn’t even look his father in the eye without wanting to hurt him. His grades started to drop at school, and eventually he dropped out. He ended up living in a shared apartment with the only people he thought he could trust - Jeno, Jaemin, and Renjun. He realised he needed money to live, and without anything to prove he did well at school since he didn’t take any exams, he did what most people frown upon. He became a drug dealer. And a very successful one at that. To give himself a more edgier appearance he got some tattoos, cut a slit into his eyebrow, grew his hair out longer to give it a messy appearance, and involuntarily got a scar on his cheekbone that he tells people he got from a fist fight, but in reality he got it when walked into a doorframe from trying to see if he could navigate with way around the apartment with his eyes shut. He’d tried to avoid actively taking the drugs that he sold, but it was hard not to when he remembered he was keeping his dad’s infidelity a secret from his mum. He found that a line of cocaine helped, and if anyone tried to tell him otherwise, they’d get a smack on the nose.

It wasn’t long until he was the most sought-after drug dealer in their local area, and he was soon rolling in money, and pussy. Women threw themselves at him left and right, and who was he to decline half an hour of intense pleasure that would end in a sweet orgasm. He liked to pride himself in the fact that he wasn’t as much of a slut as Renjun, which he often said to the poor boy’s face. Every other weekend, he’d help out at his uncle’s mechanics, manly to maintain face with the law so if they came knocking at his door asking how he had so much money, he’d be able to say that he has a legit job. Plus he enjoyed toying with cars and keeping himself busy on the weekends that Renjun would have a screaming baby in the apartment.

The cool air of night sent a shiver down Haechan’s spine as he stepped out of the crowded club, his thick leather jacket not doing a good job in keeping him warm. The music faded to a muffled booming noise as he walked down the street, tucking his hands into his pocket to try and maintain the warmth within his fingers. His cheeks felt hot despite the cold air slapping against them, the alcohol in his system slowing wearing off the more he walked down the dark streets. He hadn’t had much to drink, but after his third drink his cheeks went red and felt hotter than a pool of lava.

“Get off of me you creep.” He heard a high-pitched voice command in a rather calm manner. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned his head to look down the alley way beside him that was light by nothing but dim moonlight.

“Come on baby, just a quickie.” He could see the silhouettes of two people stumbling around in the pitch black, both figures faceless from the lack of light, but he didn’t think the stumbling was from alcohol, rather from the girl trying to push the man away from her.

“No get fucked you pervert.” The sound of skin slapping skin made his eyes widen as he assumed someone had been slapped, but he was unsure who had slapped who.

“You little skank!” One silhouette shoved the other up against the wall and Haechan saw your figure under the small ray of moonlight that slipped through the gap in between the buildings.

“Oi!” He shouted into the alleyway and walked up to you, grabbing you by the elbow and frowning at you. He could see your face clearer now that he was less than a metre away from you. Your face looked confused as you looked up at him, slightly tugging your arm back from him. “I wondered where you’d gone baby. Come on we’re going home.” He started to drag you out of the alleyway, wanting to avoid confrontation with the man if he could.

“Hey what the fuck do you think you’re doing? She’s mine for the night.” The man slurred, following after you both. Haechan noticed that the man was taller than him, but he didn’t care. His jaw clenched and he pushed you behind him as the man followed you out to the main street where it was brightly lit by streetlights.

“Back off.” Haechan growled, folding his arms across his chest with an eyebrow raised.

“What are you gonna do big man?” He reached out to ruffle Haechan’s hair and as he did, Haechan grabbed his wrist and shoved the man up against the wall. He grabbed him by the collar, getting the pocketknife he kept in his pocket out and flicking it open. He held it against the man’s neck and smirked at him.

“Do you really want to find out? Big man.” The mans face paled in colour, and he shook his head. Haechan let go of him and gave him a shove. “Fuck off.” The man scurried off and Haechan smirked, turning around to face you as he put the knife back in his pocket.

“You finished showing off?” You stood with your arms folded, jutting your hip out as you rested your weight on your right leg, your eyebrow raised and an unimpressed look on your face. Haechan frowned in confusion and shock at your reaction. He couldn’t deny how attractive he found you, stood there in your navy-blue dress that hugged your figure perfectly, paired with a pair of black, high heeled boots with your hair blowing in the wind. He was amazed that you were shivering from the cold.

“What?” He tilted his head, putting his hands in his pocket as he attempted to stare you down. You didn’t feel intimidated by him, yeah you thought he was attractive, and the red rose tattoo with a black and white skull he had on the left side of his neck was making you weak in the knees, his naturally black hair had a messy look to it, like he’d had a thousand pair of hands running through it.

“As hot as that was, I had it under control. Next time, mind your own business.” You said with sass that was more intimidating than bratty. Haechan had never had a woman speak to him in that way before, and he was utterly baffled. He was expecting you to show him gratitude, not give him a telling off.

“Like you had it under control Princess, you were a minute away from being some crackheads cock sleeve.” His scowl told you that he didn’t like your attitude, but you could care less.

“No I wasn’t.” You snapped, starting to storm off down the street, a sway in your walk from how high your boots were. He followed you, finding you interesting and strangely not liking how you were just leaving him there.

“A thank you would be nice.” He caught up with you and walked beside you. You glanced his way with a scowl, looking him up and down and noticing he had quite long legs that were clad with black skinny jeans. You also noticed the tattoo he had on the back of his hand, it was of a lion’s face and it looked incredibly detailed.

“I’m not thankful though.” You grunted, looking forward and pretending that you weren’t freezing your ass off in the wind. “Why are you following me?”

“I’m waiting for you to say thank you.” He deadpanned, keeping up with your quick pace with his own long strides.

“Thank you. Now do one.” He smirked to himself but made no effect to change his direction. “I thanked you, why are you still following me?!” You raised your voice, getting irritated with him.

“I’m just making sure that you get home safely.” He shrugged, pulling off his leather jacket and draping it over your shoulders. If you didn’t feel like your nipples were about to fall off from being so cold, you would have told him to shove his jacket up where the sun doesn’t shine. But because you feared for your nipples, you accepted the jacket with a roll of your eyes.

“Thank you.” You mumbled, actually meaning your gratitude this time but not daring to look at him. He gave you a genuine smile, shivering but trying not to be bothered by it as he walked you home. You got to a block of apartments, not too far from where his own apartment building was situated, and you turned to him. “This is me; you can go now.” You shrugged off the jacket and held it out to him.

“What’s your name?” He asked out of the blue, biting his bottom lip as he stared you up and down once more, his eyes dragging over your figure slowly.

“(Y/N). Thanks Hyuck.” You turned and entered the building, not paying him anymore attention as you let the door shut behind you in his face. He rolled his eyes and let out a chuckle, deciding that he liked your spunk as he pulled his jacket back on. He definitely wanted to come across you against at some point. He froze suddenly, his eyes widening as he realised that you had called him by the nickname he went by when he was growing up.

He suddenly felt like he needed to see you again even more.

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You were seeing red. How dare someone think they could stand up your friend on a date they had arranged. Not on your watch. Your friend didn’t know where he lived, but you called around and as soon found out where Lee Jeno lived, you were stood in front of his door with your fists clenched, pounding on the wood. The door flung open and a tall boy with broad shoulders answered, his blond shaggy hair flopping over his forehead but you could still see his dark eyebrow raised.

“Can I help you?” He asked, his voice deep and his eyes raked up your body slowly.

“Are you Lee Jeno?” You raised your own eyebrows, tapping your foot impatiently on the floor as you folded your arms over your chest.

“Nope, hang on.” He turned his head and shouted out into the apartment. “Jeno! Come here, you’re wanted!”

“Who is it Jaemin?” A deep voice called back.

“Some girl!” He stepped back as another tall boy emerged from within the apartment, his hair as blond as the other boys but his pushed off of his forehead with an undercut. You felt slightly intimidated by this guy’s harsh gaze, his strong facial features making him look scary despite how much of a neutral face he was pulling. This must be Lee Jeno.

“Do I know y-” He was cut off by your fist connecting to his jaw, his eyes widening and his face flinching, but apart from that he hardly reacted. Jaemin’s mouth popped open and he was quick to put himself between you and Jeno. He put his hands on Jeno’s shoulders as Jeno went to step forward, clearly not amused that you had laid your hands on him.

“Who the fuck do you think you are huh?!” You shouted at him, trying to get past Jaemin so you could let Jeno have it again. You weren’t scared of him, and you felt a huge rush of adrenaline at the thought of fighting someone like Jeno.

“Fuck off little girl.” He growled, trying to get past Jaemin. He wasn’t going to hurt you, he just wanted to frighten you, as he felt like you were getting way too cocky with him.

“No! Why did you stand Leah up?!” You screamed at him, trying your hardest to get past Jaemin but the tall boy didn’t seem to be budging.

“Haechan help me out here!” Jaemin shouted into the apartment, starting to sound slightly out of breath from holding the two of you apart. All of a sudden, another body wedged its way between you and Jeno. Your frowned and completely stopped when you saw the man who’d walked you home just nights before.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You looked at him in confusion.

“I live here. What the fuck are you doing here?” He quipped straight back, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Trying to beat up this bitch.” You motioned to Jeno with a nod of your head. He scoffed with a roll of his eyes.

“You’re trying to beat up someone who fights for a living. You’re dumb.” You scowled at him as he turned around to Jaemin and Jeno. “I’ll handle this.” He grabbed his jacket and keys shutting the door behind him. “Let’s grab some coffee.”

“I don’t want coffee.”

“Then have some water, I don’t give a fuck.” He shrugged, nudging you as he started to walk, urging you to walk with him. You rolled your eyes but followed him anyway. He had on a soft looking grey jumper, paired with ripped, denim jeans. If you couldn’t see all of his tattoos and his eyebrow slit, you’d assume he was just an average boy who didn’t casually carry a knife on him.

“Why are we getting coffee?” You questioned, following him out of the apartment building and to his car. The sun was starting to set, leaving a golden and amber hue of light on the metal of his car.

“Because. Get in.” He nodded towards the car, unlocking it and climbing into the driver’s seat. You got in the passenger’s seat and put your belt on, sighing as you relaxed into the comfortable seats of the Mercedes. The car roared to life, the car rumbling as he revved the engine. It didn’t take long for you to arrive at the nearest drive through Starbucks. “What do you want?” He turned to look at you, his arm resting on the door of the car with only one of his hands on the steering wheel. He looked hot; you couldn’t deny that. But you refused to let him know that, so you kept up the not bothered attitude.

“Surprise me.” You shrugged, picking at a loose thread on your mom jeans. He ordered for you both, which you didn’t pay attention to as you completely zoned out, subtly rubbing your knuckles which ached a bit from striking Jeno’s strong jaw. He passed the cup holder to you and drove out of the car park. You didn’t bother asking where he was taking you, not really caring as you stared out of the window. The scenery slowly changed from the visual of the city, to dense trees as he drove out towards the outskirts of the city. It was getting darker out, and small drops of rain hit the windscreen as he sped through the country lanes, eventually pulling onto a dirt track and stopping in a small clearing which was used as a small car park for dog walkers.

He turned off the engine, taking off his seatbelt and turning his body to angle slightly towards you. He took one of the cups from the holder and sipped it, keeping his eyes on you. You picked up the remaining cup, glancing over at him as you timidly sipped from the cup.

“Hot chocolate?” You let out a soft laugh, feeling the warmth of liquid as it slid down your throat.

“Do you like it?” He raised an eyebrow, sipping his own drink again.

“Mhm…so…why am I here?”

“How do you know my name?” He got straight to the point, placing his cup in one of the cup holders and clearing his throat.

“We went to the same school.” You shrugged, also placing your drink in one of the cup holders.

“We did? I don’t remember you…” He furrowed his eyebrows, looking at your face to take in all of your details to see if his memory would be jogged.

“No, you wouldn’t remember me. I was quiet and kept to myself.” You awkwardly cleared your throat, not really wanting to speak about your school life with him. “How can you afford a car like this?” You wanted to change the subject, and you hoped using a topic such as cars would be a good distraction.

“Are you sure you want to know?” He smirked, moving a hand up to rub at his jaw. You watched his fingers as they caressed the soft looking skin of his face, your eyes trailing up to his piercing brown eyes that were almost covered by his sleek, black har. You nodded in confirmation, letting your eyes travel back down his jaw and to his neck. The inside of the car was lit up by a single light, but you could see every detail of the stunning young man sat in front of you. “I sell drugs.” He said it as if it was nothing. He wasn’t ashamed of his job title, but he knew if the wrong person knew about what he did to make money, then it would cause a problem.

“Oooooh dangerous man.” You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“I can be dangerous if you get on the wrong side of me, but luckily for you,” His gaze moved from your face to your chest, slowly travelling back to your eyes. “you excite me.”

“How?” You felt your heart flutter, unsure of how he was having such an effect on you, but you pinned it down to just finding him overly attractive and probably needing a good fuck.

“No girl has ever spoke to me the way you have, and I want nothing more than to put you in your place.” His voice seemed to deepen, and his hand landed on your thigh. You glanced down to his hand and then back to his face.

“Put me in my place?” You smirked, glancing up at the ceiling before letting out a sultry laugh. He watched you with a hard stare, his hand gripping your thigh tighter as it slowly travelled higher up your thigh towards your core. “How?”

“I’ll fuck you so hard and so good, you’ll be screaming my name so loud that you won’t have a voice left to backchat me.” He leaned in, pressing a very soft kiss to your jawline that you hardly felt it. His breath was warm against your skin made a tickling sensation ripple down your spine.

“Oh yeah?” You tried to play it cool, but your voice wavered, and your hands started to shake.

“Mmm.” His other hand came up to cup your cheek, tilting your head back to give him better access to run his lips over your neck. “I’m going to take you on the backseat of the car I bought with drug money, your tight little pussy is going to be so wet but if you make any mess on my leather seats, I’m going to make you regret it baby girl.” Your hold on your dignity and tough façade slipped as you let out a gentle whimper, his words making your puss throb in need. “Call me Haechan.” He didn’t want you to moan the name you knew him by, feeling as if it would ruin the mood for him.

“Put me in my place…Haechan.” He moved his lips to yours, mashing them against yours in a hot, filthy kiss that was full of tongue and passion. You tried your hardest to win the battle, but ultimately, he won, his tongue infiltrating your mouth as his lips moved in perfect time with your own. He sat back in his seat, grabbing you by the hips and dragging you over to sit on his lap. You ground down against his crotch, moving your lips to his neck where his tattoo was. He smirked, his cock getting harder the more pressure you put on it.

“Do you like my tattoo baby girl?” He moaned, his eyelids drooping as he basked in the pleasure you were bestowing upon him. You nodded, nipping at his skin as you circled your hips. “Fuck, get in the back. Now.” He commanded, giving your ass a squeeze. You scrambled into the back, nearly kicking him in the face as you tried to squish yourself through the small gap between the front seats. He used the doors as his way of getting into the back, shutting the backdoor as he slid into the back. You smirked at him, sat facing him with your legs open.

“You gonna put me in my place now?” You raised an eyebrow, biting your bottom lip in anticipation. He growled lowly in his throat, grabbing your legs and pulling you towards him so that your body slid down onto the backseats. He pushed your hoodie up, happy to find that you didn’t have a t-shirt on underneath, and he had easy access to your bra. He leaned over you, placing kisses across your breast and nipping at them as he pushed your bra up. Taking one of your nipples into his mouth, he tugged it with his teeth before giving it a long, hard suck. Your mouth fell slack, a euphoria of feelings starting to blossom inside of your stomach as you watched his pouty lips work at your nipple. He used his thumb and finger to play with your other nipple, making sure it got just as much attention as the one in between his wet lips. With a pop, he let go of your nipple, trailing his tongue down your abdomen, leaving a wet trail of saliva as he reached your jeans. He made light work of taking off your jeans, tossing them onto the front seat so they weren’t in his way. He was happy to see that there was a damp spot on your silky white panties. Your wetness making the fabric stick to your pussy as he pulled them down your legs. He slipped them into the back pocket of his jeans with a smirk.

You started to feel really hot, despite the chill outside of the car. The windows fogged up, and you regretted wearing a hoodie as it was now pushed up underneath your chin. Haechan must have gotten hot too, as he pulled the jumper from his body and discarded of it in the same place that your jeans were. Your eyes were glued on his chest, noticing a tattoo of bird wings that stretched across his entire chest and met in the middle, where a heart was. It wasn’t the design of an actual heart, but more of the commonly known sign for a heart with the heart being the only coloured part of the tattoo. Attached to the heart, was a snake’s head biting into the heart with its fangs. It was then you let your eyes follow the snake’s body, which wrapped around one of the wings before descending down his arm, the tail ending just above his wrist. You also noticed that on his right arm he had an entire sleeve of tattoos, all of them blending perfectly together, some coloured, some black. You whimpered at the sight, too focused on the artwork on his body to notice that his mouth was hovering over your dripping cunt. He was staring at up you, waiting for your eyes to find his own as he watched them scale over his torso. He smirked as you looked at his face once more, his tongue dragging from your clenching hole to your sensitive clit, his hot breath making a chill rush through you.

“Wait!” He pulled away suddenly and looked down at you with cautious eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Erm…have you got anything on you?” You timidly asked, biting your bottom lip in anticipation at his answer.

“What do you mean?” He tilted his head in curiosity.

“…Drugs.” Your voice wavered, nervous to his reaction to you asking him for drugs.

“Oh. Yeah, but I’ve only got one type I think.” He reached forward into the front of the car, opening the glove compartment on the dash and pulling out a sunglasses case. He also grabbed a little silver packet and sat back against the backdoor. You watched as he opened the glasses case, pulling out a little bag of pills.

“Ecstasy?” You asked, but you already knew the answer. He gave you a curt nod and spoke with a low tone.

“You done this before?” He raised the eyebrow that had a slit in it at you. You nodded eagerly and gulped, not willing to tell him the story about your drug use that you kept hidden in a deep place within you. He felt slightly hesitant about giving you the drug but pulled one of the pink pills that were shaped like a teddy bear out of the tiny packet. “Open.” You opened your mouth and held out your tongue slightly, watching with keen eyes as he popped the pill on his own tongue and leaned forward, pushing his tongue against your own and successfully transferring the pill into your mouth. You swallow the pill without any hesitancy or regret and laid back against the seat as he put the glasses case with the pills back into glove compartment. He got back into position and started to lap at your still oozing cunt.

“Fuck! Haechan!” You squealed, parting your legs further and resting one of your feet on the headrest of the backseat, the other rising up so that your knee was pressed to your chest. It was cramped in the back of his car, but you were thankful, as he had no choice but to be as close to you as he possibly could be. He swirled his tongue around your folds, spreading your essence with his sinful tongue. His pouty lips wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly causing your hips to buck. The taste of your wetness almost had his eyes rolling into the back of his head. And if it were up to him, he’d happily eat your cunt all night. But eventually, after twenty minutes of eating you out like he was eating his last meal on death row, his twitching cock in his pants had other ideas and sent him a little reminder that he wanted to bury himself so deep inside of your warmth that he could see his cock poking through your stomach. So he reluctantly pulled his messy fingers from your velvety walls and let your clit go from between his lips. Your legs were shaking from the orgasm he’d given you, and you knew he was stalling to give the drug you’d taken time to kick in.

He sat back, unzipping his jeans and pulling his member out. He let out a soft moan as he wrapped his hand around it, giving it a firm pump as pre-cum leaked from the tip. He ripped the silver packet and took out the condom, rolling it onto his cock and pressing the head against your opening. He looked into your eyes and noticed that your pupils had double in size, and your eyes were slightly wider as you stared up at the ceiling of his car, a big smile plastered on your face.

“You good baby?” He tapped your leg to gain your attention back on his face. You raised your head and blinked rapidly at him, nodding your head in confirmation and letting out a giddy laugh. You felt happiness hit you, and you felt like you wanted to give Haechan a big kiss and cling onto him out of gratitude for the orgasm he’d blessed you with. He chuckled at you and rolled his eyes; just glad you were seemingly enjoying yourself. Without any warning, he slid his cock inside of you, a deep moan vibrating from his chest as your silky walls sucked him in perfectly. Your arms went limp and they laid either side of your head uselessly.

“Shit.” You gasped, letting your head fall back and knock on the door of the car. “Ow.” You mumbled, momentarily squeezing your eyes shut as you felt the pain rumble around your head before it subsided. Haechan didn’t wait for you to adjust, he just started to thrust into you as hard and as fast as he could. You kept your eyes pinned on his arm, swearing you could see the snake tattoo on his arm move its tail, looking like it was constricting his arm. His lips found purchase on your neck, and he bit at it hard, sucking a dark bruise onto your sweaty skin before licking at the salty skin, finding you more addicting than any drug he could possibly take. He varied between fast thrusts and slow thrusts, stopping momentarily every thirty seconds or whenever you went suspiciously quiet just to check up on you.

You couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but the knot inside of your stomach tightened like the snake around Haechan’s arm until it snapped and you could see fireworks going off inside of the car as your orgasm rushed over you like a tsunami of cold water.

“Fuck baby.” He moaned, feeling how your walls pulsed around him. He leaned down and rested his forehead on your breasts, shutting his eyes with so much force that he saw stars behind his eyelids. High pitched whimpers, that had you wrapping your arms around him tight, left his parted, plump lips as his thrusts got sloppy. He came inside of the condom with one final moan, his eyes slowly opened as he rode out his orgasm, his hips slowly to a stop before he pulled out of you, reaching for some of the Starbucks napkins in the cupholder to use for the clean-up. He tucked his cock away after throwing the condom out of the car.

“It’s bad to litter.” You commented, sitting yourself up and feeling like you didn’t have much control over your jaw as it swayed.

“Shh.” He hushed you and dressed you, both of you sitting in the back of his car the way the car manufacturer had intended people to actually use the backseat of a car. He had his arm around you and let out a soft laugh. He still hadn’t put his jumper on, but he had cracked open one of the windows an inch to let some of the cold night air in. You cuddled up against his shoulder, feeling a strange loved up sensation that made you want to never let go of him. He didn’t mind, he knew it was one of the side effects of the drug he’d supplied you with. He also loved cuddles, not that ever let anyone know that or admit it if someone accused him of it.

“Mum…” You read out loud, causing him to look down at you with a confused frown.

“Huh?”

“Your tattoo. It’s a sunflower and it says mum on the stem.” You pointed out, not really sure why you were letting your mouth run when it didn’t really need to be spoken about. But the beautiful sunflower tattoo he had on the inside of his arm next to the snake tail had your heart spitting in wonder. In very tiny letters, the word mum was written in Korean characters. “Ha…mummy’s boy.” You sniggered. He rolled his eyes and pulled away from you, pulling on his jumper awkwardly.

“I ain’t no mummy’s boy.” He climbed through to the driver’s seat and turned on the engine. “I’m taking you home.” You rushed to climb through to the passenger’s seat, wanting to be beside him for the journey. “How bad are your come downs?” He glanced at you as he started to drive. You picked up your now cold hot chocolate and sipped at it, shrugging and humming.

“Not bad.” You lied, not wanting to tell him the truth. You didn’t want him to know that side of you. He wasn’t your friend, nor was he your boyfriend. And you sure as hell weren’t his responsibility. He was simply someone you knew from school who you fucked in the middle of nowhere. This thought had your heart aching, and you felt the start of your come down taking full effect. He gave you a small nod and drove the rest of the way in silence.

When he stopped outside of your apartment building, he turned his head to you, giving you a smirk. “We should do this again, no strings attached though.”

“Okay. No strings attached.” You agreed. If there were no strings attached, then there was nothing that could snap and hurt you. Right?

You exchanged numbers and climbed out of his car into the cold night, feeling a horrible surge of nausea rush over you. But you couldn’t tell if it was the ecstasy, or your new drug, Haechan.

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I haven’t proof read this yet so sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes! Let me know what you think! Haechan has been the most anticipated member for this series so I’m really excited to know what you think of the plot so far! Let me know! What do you think is going to happen in Part 2?)

[lilbabycee]

chanel & cartier // steve rogers 💎

↳ request: Ok I know I'm greedy keep coming back to you! But can I request a hc/drabble with daddy Steve getting bratty reader diamonds or chanel or something to make it up to her 👀 @donutloverxo​

↳ relationship: steve rogers x reader

↳ word count: 1.6k

↳ author’s note: i am emotional and i liked writing this maybe a little too much ;) enjoy! x

your body is shrouded in darkness as you lay underneath the covers of you and steve’s shared bed, the remnants of your tears leaving wet stains on your soft cheeks

you know that you’re probably overreacting and but that’s okay because he promised (pinky swore!) that he’d never raise his voice at you without reason, yet here you are

the door is closed though not locked because as much as you want to keep him out, your subconscious is waiting for him to walk in and curl you into his strong body and tell you that everything’s okay and he’s sorry

but it’s been four hours and twenty-six minutes

(not that you’re counting)

and he still hasn’t come in to remind you that you’re his baby and he’ll do anything for you, which is why he’s so sorry that he broke his promise

this is not going in the way that you expected it to and you can’t help but be a little angry 

you know it’s unwarranted and you have no right, but it upsets you regardless

it sounds stupid but you just wanted some attention, to bask in the sun rays of your golden man for the day

but work keeps him busier than you’d like, which means that leaves little time to spend with his girl (that’s you, his girl) and you make your discontent known

“honey, you know i have get this done by tonight,” he groaned as you came to stand behind him and circle your arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to the stretch of exposed skin and nuzzling your face into the space between his neck and shoulder

“but daddy,” you whined, pouting because he couldn’t see it (you knew you’d get a dumb punishment for that, not even anything fun like a spanking), “i miss you.”

“baby, i’m right here,” he replied distractedly, typing away at something on his laptop.

“yeah, but you’re not paying attention to me,” you huffed, twisting your lips to the side. you rested your head completely on his shoulder so you could stare at the side of his face before you thought better of it

instead, you walked around to his front and climb up onto his chair to place yourself right on his lap which made an exasperated sigh escape his chest

“y/n,” he said warningly while narrowing his eyes at you. “i don’t have time to do this today and i’m serious. once i get this report to tony, i’m all yours, hmm?”

you frowned because you still didn’t like it so you shook your head, holding onto his shoulders and shifting on his lap

“why not now, daddy?” you blinked your eyes wide at him, hoping that this look alone would make him cave but he remained stoic. if anything, he only seemed to get more annoyed

“no,” he said firmly, hands landing on your waist with the intention of removing you but your own hands settled over his

“please, st-”

“i said no, y/n! god, not everything is about you all the time,” he exclaimed, running his hands through his hair while those hurtful words slapped you in the face and made you recoil, your head jerking back in surprise as your eyes started to glass over

in truth, you know you were being a brat but he’s usually able to handle it better than that. you know that he’s stressed and high-strung because he’s had a series of meetings this week with people he doesn’t care about and the end is nowhere in sight

but that doesn’t mean that his words upset you any less

ashamed and dismayed, you quickly scrambled off of him and made a beeline to your room

cut to the present: it’s been four hours and thirty-three minutes of you moping without any intervention from your boyfriend

you assume that he’s probably tired and not in the mood to deal with you, a concept that sets your heart on fire in a way that makes you rub at your chest

so you think that you’re imagining it when a quiet knock comes at the door

“come in,” you speak almost inaudibly, your voice raspy from all your crying, but if it’s who you know it is on the other side, he’ll be able to hear it no problem

the door slides open slowly and your steve - just like you thought - stands on the other side, sheepishly hiding his hands behind his back and staring at your tear-streaked face

“sweetheart,” he coos, walking towards you with an unmarked bag in his hand that you don’t think too much of before he takes a seat on the edge of the bed, right next to your cocooned body

“m’sorry, baby,” he strokes your cheek slowly, thumb wiping away the stray tears on your face before he presses a kiss to each cheek, your forehead, then the tip of your nose

you sniffle dramatically, avoiding eye contact with him although you know that he’s putting out that fire in your heart with the comforting coolness of his touch

“babydoll,,” he coaxes. “look at me, baby.”

you roll your eyes before locking them onto steve’s and you know that you’ve already forgiven him because he’s so pretty and he looks so apologetic

“there’s my girl,” he grins, dropping a chaste kiss on your lips. “my pretty girl. i love you, doll - i’m sorry i let my work get in the way. i didn’t mean to make you cry - i hate it when you cry. but i’m all done now, though, so we can still hang out if you want?”

the offer is tempting but you shake your head no, still choosing to pout and lay there pitifully, trying to milk his sympathy to its limits

steve laughs, fully aware of what you’re doing, and shakes his head, a fond smile gracing his full lips

a knowing spark in his eyes makes you narrow yours at him skeptically because you’re terrified that he’ll try to lie on top of you or something and suffocate you with his supersoldier body

“what if i said i bought you somethin’?” 

you cannot for the life of you resist the urge to shoot up from the bed, so you give in

you sit yourself up so that your back rests against the headboard, suddenly no longer sad, and eye him expectantly, waiting for him to get the apology present that you’re owed 

“ah, ah,” he tuts, smile stretching wider across his face. “if you want it, you gotta ask me nicely, sweetheart.”

there it is: the catch

but you don’t hesitate in putting your pride aside (not before sucking your teeth loudly) to tell your boyfriend to get his ass in gear and bring you your gift

“please, stevie, can i have my present now please?”

he doesn’t move, just looks at you flatly before arching an eyebrow

so you correct yourself, leaning into his body to touch his forearm and bring your face closer to his

“can i please have my present now, daddy?”

it’s stupid how much joy you get in seeing the way his face lights up but he reaches for the bag and hands it over to you, hands clasped together as he waits for you to open it

you pull out a thick matte black box that makes you squeal when you see the white letters printed on the front

“really?” you virtually bounce up and down. “all for me, stevie?”

he nods, gesturing for you to open it but you don’t do so until you grab his face between your hands, pressing a lingering kiss on his cheek

a light dusting of pink - the same color as the chanel bag you pull out of the box - covers his nose and the apples of his cheeks and he bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling too hard

the squeal of pure elation that comes out of your mouth is borderline deafening but steve would listen to that sound everyday for the rest of his life if it meant that he could keep you this happy forever

it’s not even as if this is the first chanel box he’s gone and purchased after you fight - in fact, he thinks it might be the ninth, but every time, watching your reaction when you open them is as exciting as the first

“i love it, daddy, thank you!” you exclaim, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight embrace. he chuckles, crushing you flush to his body before lifting you and settling you on his lap like you were a few hours ago

“you’re very welcome, sweetheart,” he cups your jaw and kisses your cheekbone. “but that’s not everything-”

he doesn’t even finish the sentence before you’ve pulled the smaller box out of the bag

it’s the color of fresh cherries and the word ‘cartier’ written on the front makes you scream right into steve’s ear

he doesn’t even flinch but he does have the passing thought that his heart might explode because you take up all the space in there and he doesn’t know much, but he does know that he wants to love you for as long as you’ll let him

“daddy- stevie, baby,” you gasp, hand flying to your bare neck. you’re staring at a diamond necklace with a little four leaf clover pendant on the end

you’re speechless and you can’t say that often

“lemme put it on you, pretty girl,” he offers, taking the delicate chain out of the case and swiftly fastening it around your neck

once it’s secure, your hand immediately comes to touch it, enthralled by this caring man in front of you

“you’re so gorgeous, honey - my good luck charm,” he gushes, thumb caressing the column of your neck

“does that mean i should make you mad at me more often?” you tease, not letting him answer because you grasp his face and press quick little kisses all over it that send him into a fit of giggles

“maybe you should,” he shoots back, breathless and on his back now, your body resting comfortably on top of his

“love you, daddy,” you quip, capturing his lips with your own for a brief kiss

“love you too, sweet baby.”

tagged: @literaturefeen​ @donutloverxo​

[todo-ho-ki]

In honor of me never writing a single fucking word for the stories I’m still actually working on, I wanted to do something, anything at all, and obviously right now I’m fixating on haikyu instead of BNHA so welcome to...

Chances I’d Fight the Haikyu Boys and the Likelihood I’d Win

KARASUNO

Daichi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 0/10 he’s a master of being cool and respectful he wouldn’t give me a reason to square up

Chances I’d win- Manz could crush me with his thighs alone one kick and I’m in the afterlife BUT he wouldn’t fight a lady so 1/10

Suga 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 1/10 a bitch might consider for money or something but otherwise. HEEEELLLL NO

Chances I’d win: suga seems lovely but Manz is as unhinged as his jaw will be when he swallows my arm whole after I try to punch him 2/10

Asahi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -3/10 he’s a soft boy I’d never fight him but +2 bc I might give him a gentle arm punch if need be. Overall -1/10

Chances I’d win: he only LOOKS scary but he wouldn’t hurt a fly tbh he’s probably scared of flies and looking like an asshole for fighting back 9/10 -1 point because Manz got REACH and COULD take me out if he wanted

Noya 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 4/10 he can be a little shit sometimes I stg

Chances I’d win: -1/10 he could jump on me and bite my jugular out I ain’t fuckin w/him. +2 points bc he’s a simp so he probably WOULDNT...but he COULD. Overall 1/10

Tanaka 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 6/10 he do be antagonizing sometimes and I swear if he SAY SOME SHIT TO ME...

Chances I’d win: mans could probably ACTUALLY win a fight hes full of energy and he could probs give me a look and I’d get scared 3/10 bc I don’t think he’d fight me either he’s a GENTLEMAN OK

Kageyama🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -50/10 bitch is SCARY and I know he’ll throw hands I’ve seen it

Chances I’d win: kageyama DO NOT GIVE A FUCK he’s broody in general and have you SEEN HIS SERVES he could slap me into next week(I’d thank him OOP) -370/10

Hinata 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -500/10 Hinata is best boy I’d never lay a hand on him

Chances I’d win: I’d say 10/10 but I’ve SEEN that look in his eyes I don’t wanna know what it means so 6/10

Tsukishima 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: Manz knows all the buttons to press he’s a salty MF 8/10 but not 10/10 cuz he looks hot sometimes

Chances I’d win: he’d probably say something that makes me cry and id get distracted and he’ll walk away 2/10 cuz I could take him if I could see past the tears

Yamaguchi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -60,000/10 yams is a ray of SUNSHINE I could NEVER

Chances I’d win: here’s where things get tricky. He’s friends with Tsuki so he’s def got the sass and shit I think he’d be the one to secretly be able to THROW DOWN 3/10

NEKOMA

Kuro 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -530,000/10 I LOVE him sm I simp too hard I can’t ruin that pretty face and that smirk NO ABSOLUTELY NOT

Chances I’d win: Manz is like a tree he could hold me at bay w/one of those buff-ass arms or crush my head with his thighs and since id let him, -6/10. minus three points cuz he’d charm me out of fighting

Kenma 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 7/10 BAD BITCH GOT A ATTITUDE, NASTY

Chances I’d win: Kenma’s spicy and he WILL fight but I got too much strength on him so 9/10 I think he’d pull out some moves before giving up

Lev 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 4/10 sometimes he’s just...REALLY stupid and arrogant which makes my eye twitch but minus 4 points bc he’s a big softie

Chances I’d win: his arm alone is longer than my body even if he couldnt fight he could swing blindly and accidentally hit the part of my brain responsible for consciousness in a panic. Also 4/10

Yaku 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: absolutely not I love his sassy attitude he be talkin shit sometimes 0/10 plus three points bc sometimes hed aim his tude at me and I STG

Chances I’d win: Manz is small but ready to pounce he’d jump on my back like a spider monkey and punch my skull till it caves in RIP me. 4/10 plus 2 points bc hed take it out on Lev instead

Fukunaga 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 0/10 Manz never did nothin to nobody

Chances I’d win: he’d probably say something so funny I’d die from lack of oxygen w/o ever getting a hit in 3/10 if I can breathe I can get his ass

SEIJOH

Oikawa 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: depends on the day but a solid 6/10 he’s a little bitch sometimes but we love to see it. I also don’t wanna be messin up that pretty ass face

Chances I’d win: if he REALLY wanted to he could serve me into a different reality but he wouldn’t fight unless he ABSOLUTELY had to so I could get his ass too. Pre time skip: 19/10. Minus 63 points because I KNOW 27 year old oikawa would WRECK MY SHIT and I’d say please sir may I have some more

Iwaizumi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: yo, you out to DAMN MIND??? -100,000/10

Chances I’d win: look. LOOK. Iwa Chan’s biceps are bigger than my head I mean NOTHING to him. I’m but a pebble to a god. He got a 6’7” attitude cuz he can swing like a 6’7” man. He could probably pull his dick out once and obliterate me with the seismic aftershock of it hitting the ground. -1235/10 minus six points bc ID LET HIM KILL ME

Yahaba 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: solid 7/10 KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS

Chances I’d win: see, you’d THINK this would be where I’d have the upper hand but Manz manhandled mad dog and lived. He’d slam me into a wall until my soul leaves my body right where I stand 3/10 bc he be simpin. Minus 3 points because I’d enjoy it

Mattsun 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: pre time skip:0/10

post time skip: -57/10 I ain’t putting my hands on a face that pretty

Chances I’d win: I’m doomed. He’d give me one look and I’d cave. Im walking out the broom closet limping but not bc of a fight. -41/10

Kiyotani 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: we’ll go with a solid -5/10 for...reasons

Chances I’d win: if I actually stood up to him he’d freeze in place but he could slap me into a different country if provoked 1/10

Kunimi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 0/10 we love a man who’s emotionally detached plus he’s hot tf

Chances I’d win: Manz would give up halfway through if he even indulged in the first place. 6/10 minus three points bc I’d win by default after he walks away

INARIZAKI

Kita 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: he’s a good boy -3/10

Chances I’d win: respectable guy but I have no doubt he’d rock my shit I’m ascending to the astral plane 1/10

Osamu 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: uh-uh. 0/10

Chances I’d win: he’s the aggressive twin. One flying kick to the heart and it’s across the gym and I’m dead as FUCK. 2/10 minus 2 points bc PLEASE put your hands on me sir

Atsumu 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: a soft 4/10 he’s a BRAT buuuuuut I love him so fucking much I’d let it go

Chances I’d win: he’s all bark and no bite. Srry bby but you’re gettin FOLDED I love you though. 88/10. minus 370 points bc please spend the rest of your life with me I could never hurt you 🥺

Aran 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -5/10 he’s so sweet why would you fight him

Chances I’d win: he’d serve a volleyball into the back of my head and I take +10 damage from how cool it looks. Can fit my face in one hand probably. -43/10 minus ten points because of how cool he’d look killing me instantly

Suna 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 2/10 he’s a little shit too he’d make someone record it

Chances I’d win: he’d try to fuck me instead. It would work. 1/10 bc I’d slap him afterward but like, sexily

FUKURODANI

Bokuto 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 3/10 emo mode GOTS TO GO

Chances I’d win: his ass would pull me into it’s orbit and he’d use the opportunity to crush me with his thighs. -6/10. Minus 4 points bc what a FUCKING way to go please kill me

Akaashi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 1/10 he’s intimidating you kidding me NO

Chances I’d win: I could take him if he’s distracted by Bokuto. 6/10 if he is, 1/10 if he’s not

Konoha 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: -3/10 we love a sassy boy

Chances I’d win: I’m not maiming a face that pretty -28/10 I’d get lost in his eyes tf

SHIRATORIZAWA

Ushijima 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: none and a half I couldn’t even look at him. -.5/10

Chances I’d win: one smack would knock my organs out of my body. Big boy+big body=big death even if he misses the aftershock will stop my heart -67/10 minus four points bc RAIL ME

Tendou 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 14/10 SQUARE UP BITCH

Chances I’d win: WELCOME TO HELL. YOUVE MADE A MISTAKE 36/10

Shirabu 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: 0/10 he’s too cool

Chances I’d win: he wouldn’t show. Too busy getting his hair cut. I win by default. 10/10 minus four points bc there would be no fight

Semi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: I wouldn’t. 0/10. He’d give me the semi brow and I’d be down and out for the count. I’m not hitting a face that pretty.

Chances I’d win: 2/10. Minus three points bc he’d smash a guitar over my head, killing me instantly. Minus three more points bc I’d ask him to wear a leather jacket first

Goshiki 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: None. 0/10. His words and his bangs are as cool as ever.

Chances I’d win: he’d cry if I looked at him wrong. 86/10 but minus four points bc he’s baby

EXTRAS

Sakusa 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: surprisingly high. 7/10 bc a bitch got a attitude. Minus 8 points because he’s so fucking beautiful I don’t know if I could follow through

Chances I’d win: I’d just lick my hands before I started swinging and he’d leave. 8/10. Minus two points bc I think if he REALLY needed to square up he’d take me down in a fucking headlock until I pass out. Minus two more points because I’d ask him to squeeze harder.

Ukai jr. 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: that’s the wrong F word kids 😏. -34/10 besides I ain’t squaring up with a man that wears a headband like that

Chances I’d win: he probably could eat a bowl of nails for breakfast without any milk. -99/10. Minus 15 points bc I’d stop to ask him if he wants to finish this at my place

Hiragumi 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: why would you fight such a good, PRETTY boy? -5/10

Chances I’d win: he’d smile at me and I’d give up. -12/10

Takeda 🏐

Chances I’d fight him: I think he’d kill me honestly. Plus the boys would’ve never had a chance w/o him absolutely NOT -2/10

Chances I’d win: he’s hiding a demon from hell under that green jacket. -60/10

Terushima🏐

Chances I’d fight him: sheeeit I could try but his sexiness would leave me paralyzed. 1/10 if I look at enough pictures I could get past his fucking blonde undercut and tongue ring

Chances I’d win: he’d have my thighs around his head in 1.8 seconds. Will kill me with his tongue. -435/10

[shelby-love]

JAY HALSTEAD

“Take the shot.”

Requested: no

Prompts: none

Warnings: angsty?

Authors note: /

"You don't go in until I say you go in, understand?" Your Sargeant paces in front of you. Everyone in your team is standing next to each other while they wait for other detailed instructions. "Halstead you're with Lindsay. Dawson you're with Y/LN. Olinsky and Ruzek I'll meet you in the back. Everybody if you get shot, you take the shot and we'll get you to the hospital before you die. I want that man dead and I want him dead today do you understand me?"

Everyone let's out a series of yes Sargeant before Voight dismisses you and you all pile up in the cars. You're about to follow Antonio to the car when you feel someone's grip on your forearm. "Be careful out there okay?" Jay looks at you with an uneasy look in his eyes, because he won't be able to cover you today. You used to be partners, but then Voight found out about you two and had to separate you and give you different partners. He didn't want to do it but everyone outside the unit has been pressuring him to do so.

"You take care too." You press your lips to his before pulling away and giving his vest a slap. "Make sure to get shot there." A shot in the vest will hurt and bruise for sure but it's better than having a gun stuck in your arm or something.

"Love you," He winks playfully, kisses you once more and dissappears into his car.

"Do not worry Y/N I'll keep him safe," Erin appears by your side and gives your shoulder a squeeze. You smile at her, "Oh what would I do without you Erin?"

Erin grins and opens her mouth to say something more but a car horn startles her and she runs to join Jay in the car. Annoyed because of the interruption you hop into the car. "Has your wife ever told you that's its not smart to interrupt women talking?"

Antonio casually starts the car and pulls onto the road with ease. "Yes she has but I think I have every right to interrupt two detectives who are talking instead of moving their asses to arrest a serious drug dealer."

"Alright you've got a point Antonio. You've got a point."

***

Antonio and you lean against the wall of the warehouse and wait for Voight to give you the green light so you can bust the door open. There's come kind of commotion going inside but none of them are caused by the police.

"Our side is clear," You hear Erin say in the intern. Antonio meets your eyes and shakes his head. You grip your gun in your hands and wait for the green light. Just as you're about to ask what's going on shots are fired and the commotion inside is at full blast.

"DAWSON, Y/LN GO GO GO!" Voight's loud voice gives you the impression that not everything is going by the plan he had in mind. Please be safe Jay. You think before Antiono busts the door open and the two of you join the loud party in the warehouse.

With your gun in front of you, you and Antiono enter the empty part of the warehouse. Shots can still be heard but just not where you are. The two of you share a look, Antiono brings two fingers in front of him and points to the right side. You nod and start walking in that direction. You notice the drugs on the table in the middle and calculate: there must be at least 45 pounds of heroin and God only knows how much more there is hidden somewhere in the warehouse.

You try to focus on the sounds from around you but there's just so many of them that aren't near you. You've spun around at least dozens of different times because you felt like the shots were behind you. Just as you're about to speak into your radio that your side is clear a man appears behind a big stack wodden pallets and aims his gun towards you. You duck and crouch behind other pallets and avoid the several bullets he sent your way. With calculated movement you stand up and shoot two bullets at him. He missed the second one but the first one went through his shoulder. The man yelps but doesn't give up as he continues to shoot his fire and then runs.

You run after him with your gun still in your hands, aimed at whoevers in front of you. You continue to chase him through rows and rows of different stocked product in the warehouse. The lights go down several different times but you're still hot on his tail.

The lights go down once more and you take a turn but stumble onto something that makes you trip. Crouching down you feel someone's leg. Thinking of the worst you quickly move your hand up and feel a police officer's badge. You radio immediately and press your two fingers to the officers neck. While checking for the man's pulse you notice his very long beard. He's not Jay. "Officer down! I repeat officer down, shots fired by offenders roll in an ambulance 34 22 West Lincoln!"

The man you shot appears behind you and kicks you down. You can't make him out because of the dark so you take out your gun from your holster but once he strikes your stomach unexpectedly with his leg the gun falls from your hold. You decide to grab his leg and pull him down with you. You hear his gun fall to the floor and even in the dark you know that he's having trouble finding it. You regain yourself quickly and pounce at him. Before you can give him a punch that will knock him out cold the lights go on and at that moment he manages to slam his head against yours. You fall on your back but you're quick to jump on him once again to stop him from grabbing the gun.

The next movements are so fast and blurry that you don't even remember them. A fight for a gun on the floor always ends in someone dead. The gun was lost in the fight but somehow the man got it to fire a bullet into your leg. He took your moment of pain to get on top of you. The blood pouring from his shoulder dripped onto your face as he punched you with his healthy hand. You remember the officer that's unconcios on the ground next to you. There's a gun in his holster.

Even though you're in a lot of pain because the bullet and his wobbly punches you still managed to gather strength in your arms to push him off by pressing his gunshot wound harshly. With him off of you you turn and grab the officers gun and without a second thought you send a bullet to the offenders head before all of your strength leaves your body. Now there's only the pain of the stinging punches and a busted lip alongside a bullet in your leg. You grab your radio before you loose consciousness, "Offender down, shot fired by police. Officer down... Jay?"

"Y/N?" His voice is heard in the radio. Shots seem to become less frequent, "Where are you? Are you okay?"

Before your eyes close you see his face hovering over you. Scared of the thought that your brain might be messing with you because of the blood loss you put your hand up to make sure his face is really real. To make sure he's really here with you. "Stay with me baby, stay with me. Y/N look at me... WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT AMBULANCE?"

Your eyes close.

***

Paramedics that arrived on the scene push through the ED with Jay behind them. "Y/N?" Maggie takes in your state before she snaps out of it and focuses at her job, "Dr. Choi gunshot victim, trauma 3! Talk to me Kourtney," Maggie tells the paramedics.

"Y/N Y/LN, a 24 year old female. Gunshot wound to the leg from a three feet distance by a 9 millimeter pistol, sevear blood loss. She's been in and out consciousness, her vitals seem to be okay. Blood pressure fell down rapidly while we were in the ambo but we managed to stabilize it."

"Alright I'll take it from here." Dr. Choi says. "We transfer her on my count! One, two, three!"

"Jay?" Your eyes feel wobbly as you pry them open, "Where's Jay?"

"Y/N take it easy and don't move," Dr. Choi instructs before he takes the medical supplies he needs. He cuts your jeans slowly so he can see the wound better. It hasn't stopped bleeding yet. "We need to call the blood bank for... What's her blood type?"

"O positive," Jay appears by the door and answers immediately. Will joins Dr. Choi the moment Jay answers.

"April you know what to do," April dissappears to order the blood.

There's a lot of voices around you and a lot of bodies but none of them belong to Jay. "Jay?"

"Hang on tight Y/N you're gonna be okay," Will tries to reassure you but fails. When he notices the problems Jay seems to be making in the hall he leaves to comfront his brother - your boyfriend. "Jay you need to calm down and let us do our job! She'll be alright trust me, just stay outside."

"I see an entrance wound but no exit wound. The bullets still in there and I think it scraped a major artery and that's why she's bleeding continuously. Y/N can you move your foot for me?"

You do as doctor Choi says and move your foot in the motions he tells you, the pain of moving it is harsh and you whimper. "Let's get a an x-ray, CT and MRI. We need to do a neurovascular exam and a few blood tests to see her overall condition and we need to get her to the OR once we stabilize her bleeding. April sedate her and page doctor Rhodes for me."

"You'll be okay Y/N." April says and that's the last thing you hear before you fall unconscious.

***

Everyone from the Intelligence is sitting in the waiting room and waiting for Doctor Rhodes to finish the surgery. Will made sure to tell them how optimistic he, doctor Choi and doctor Rhodes were about your contidion. It calmed down 90% of your unit but not Antonio and most importantly not Jay. Antonio blamed himself for sending you there alone. He felt like a terrible partner and a terrible friend.

Jay on the other hand. He didn't feel bad. He felt angry. Angry with himself. With the fact that he let Voight separate you two, he always had your back.

"Jay?"

He would always go in there with a gun in his hands and two thoughts in mind - to catch the bad guys and protect you because nothing mattered to him if you weren't safe. If he was there with you nothing would've happened, he wouldn't let it happen.

"Jay... Hey dude."

But he wasn't there.

"Jay calm down!"

And now you were in there alone and in pain.

Two strong hands halted Jay from his movements and stopped his rigid pacing. "She's going to be alright, you hear me? She's going to pull through. This isn't your fault."

"Isn't my fault?" Jay exclaimed and took a step back. "I was supposed to protect her! I'm her fucking boyfriend, I was supposed to have her back and prevent this from happening! Now she's in there and God knows if she'll-" No, she can't die. She won't.

"Jay-" The doors of the OR open at that exact moment and Connor Rhodes steps out with a smile.

"She pulled through like the champ she is," He announced. "Once she's transferred upstairs you can pay her a visit."

Everyone let out a relieved breath and smiled. Of course she pulled through, she's Y/N fucking Y/LN. Jay crouched down and nested his head in his hands. She's okay. Connor gave Jay's back a slap and left to the ED.

After an hour Jay still sat next to you on a chair and carresed your hand. You were still out because of the medication they gave you but it was now fading away enough for you to open your eyes. Before he noticed that you were awake you had a few seconds to admire his profile. Even with his worried yet relieved expression he was the most beautiful man on earth. He noticed you being awake and immediately smiled. You admired his smile too and flashed him one in return. Your smile was probably a bit woozy because of the meds but who cares. He doesn't, that's for sure.

"You're awake," He said and kissed your lips softly before twining your hands together and kissing your knuckles. Your kunckles were a bit colorful because you used them to fight but he didn't seemed to mind at all.

Remembering what you told him this morning before you went to the warehouse you say, "I'm sorry I got shot in the leg instead of that dammed vest."

A chuckle escaped his lips, "I love you."

The lines on the monitor spiked up drastically at his words. Drastically enough that when Will came in the room he was shocked to see your heartbeat like that. "Y/N are you okay?"

You said nothing but the pink that was tinting your cheeks gave everything away. "What did you say to her Jay?"

"Will you're my brother but the romantic things I say to her are kind of our private business." Your cheeks flushed even more and your heart spiked up even more. Will cheekily smiled and put his hands up mocking surrender. "Alright. I'll leave you love birds to it then."

Once he was out of the room you and Jay looked at each other.

"I love you to Jay."

[strangestdrabbles]

A Little Crazy For You

A/N: okay this turned out to be longer than i thought it would be but i hope it’s an enjoyable read nonetheless. i had fun writing it honestly 

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Male!Reader

The windows fogged as Y/N rode Billy in the back of his car, a stuttered ‘f-fuck’ leaving his lips as Billy sucked a harsh hickey on the base of Y/N’s throat. It felt like there wasn’t enough air in the car but that just added to the pleasure and as the sounds of pleasure, along with the constant backing noise of slapping skin filled the car Y/N hiccupped because it was all just a little too much; too much pleasure over and over. 

“B-Billy i-it’s too good, t-too good.” 

Y/N didn’t notice Billy lean back and take him in as Y/N kissed his neck along with rolling his hips, biting his bottom lip when Billy’s hand came down hard against his ass. Y/N’s voice got caught in his throat while his toes curled and his nails scratched down Billy’s chest, slamming against the passenger side window after and sliding it down the fogged glass. 

“Fuck you look so pretty like this, all fucked out because of me.” Billy said, his voice husky while his hands gripped Y/N’s ass. 

“Y-Yeah?” 

It was all Y/N could say as he felt a molten lava feeling beginning to fill his body, starting in his toes and slowly tingling upwards; an exquisite ache tight in his thighs. 

“Yeah baby boy. It’s like you were made to take my cock.” 

A deep flush settled on Y/N’s cheeks and up his neck at Billy’s words, the molten feeling getting hotter in his stomach like a coil twisting tighter and tighter; a smirk settling on Billy’s lips at the sight of Y/N ruined by him in such a way that could only be described as a work of art. 

“W-Why are y-you staring at m-me?” Y/N’s voice came out stuttered because of the overwhelming pleasure. 

“Because you’re beautiful.” 

--

Y/N.

He was all Billy could think about, constantly consuming his thoughts and filling his stomach with a pretty butterfly feeling; finally allowing Billy to see that maybe he did deserve love even if his father imprinted a different train of thought within him. 

The day was bright and warm for once and Billy thought that maybe it would finally be a good day, running a hand through his hair before grabbing his keys along with his bag and leaving his bedroom. His father and stepmother were nowhere to be seen which allowed Billy to exhale and feel calm, noticing the Max was already at the front door waiting for him silent and weary. 

“Are you ready?” 

His voice sounded foreign in his ears as he opened the front door and let Max lead, making sure they both had everything before locking the door and walking over to his car. The silence as they got themselves sorted was deafening but normal, Max’s skateboard between her legs while her bag sat on her lap and Billy’s book discarded without a care on the back seat. 

The drive was quick and all Billy could think about was Y/N, his smile and the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the subtle touches and grabs, the kisses and teasing as Y/N dragged Billy into the backseat. He didn’t hear Max get out or the door slamming because of how consumed by his thoughts he was and the feeling of the sun on his skin, only being knocked out of his reverie when the feeling of someone sitting next to him yet again hits him. 

“Hey.” Y/N whispered, smiling softly while wrinkling his nose and Billy was completely enamoured. 

His voice was taken from him for a few moments as Y/N rested his hand on Billy’s denim clad thigh, softly squeezing and rubbing while Billy’s chest erupted with warmth. 

“Hey.” Billy’s whisper sounded deep and controlled, a deep red settling onto Y/N’s cheeks while he bit his bottom lip. 

“Come on we better go, we don’t wanna be late for English again.” Y/N said with his hand on the car handle, making Billy wish that they could just stay in the car and drive away from Hawkins and everyone but instead nodded and followed Y/N’s lead out into the watery sunlight. 

“I already hate today.” Billy grumbled while trying to suppress the urge to reach out and hold Y/N’s hand. 

“Come on it’s not that bad, I’m here.” Y/N said cheekily, not looking to his left and not noticing the brief look of longing Billy shot him before turning impassive yet again. 

“Hey Billy.” Anna, a girl from their Biology class, spoke in a voice slightly higher than normal while batting her eyes; Billy shooting her his signature smirk while running a hand through his hair. 

The girls giggled to each other while walking off and leaving Y/N and Billy in a silence that seemed to grow, Y/N’s hands quick to rest in the front pockets of his jeans while Billy tried to think of something to say that would break the ever-present silence. 

--

When Billy walked into the algebra classroom Y/N was already seated, resting his head sideways on his arms while trying to soak up the winking rays of sunlight and then blinked up; seeing Billy causing a warm honey feeling to flood his stomach. 

“Hey.” Billy whispered before sitting down heavily, legs spread wide for comfort while forcing a textbook and battered notebook out of his backpack. 

“H-Hey.” Y/N stuttered through a yawn, hoping with everything in them that the boy beside him wouldn’t notice the red flooding his cheeks. 

Y/N’s bottom lip was held between his teeth while subtly checking out Billy, intertwining his fingers together and squeezing to try and draw his own attention from the slow tightening in his jeans. 

“You look cute today.” Billy whispered to Y/N as he pretended to tie his shoe, flashing Y/N a soft smile which the other returned before going back to nibbling his bottom lip in a way that had Billy internally groaning. 

“If I didn’t know any better I would think you’re flirting with me.” Y/N whispered in a cheeky voice, batting his eyelashes in a way that feigned innocence. 

“You know better than anyone of how I am when I’m flirting baby boy.” 

The blush that settled on Y/N’s cheeks had a laugh bubbling in Billy’s chest and for once he felt light, almost weightless in the best way as he looked at Y/N while he ran a hand through his hair while the teacher walked in; Y/N looking at the front and resting his hand on his cheek. 

--

Chemistry textbooks and a couple notebooks lay discarded at the end of Billy’s bed as Y/N crawled onto his lap and straddled him, one arm coming and wrapping around Y/N’s waist while the other intertwined through his hair; tugging a little harshly and smirking when Y/N whimpered above him. 

“You like being ruined don’t you?” Billy’s question came out gruff while Y/N wrapped his arms around Billy’s neck and nodded; kissing his neck while grinding down coyly. 

The temperature in the room seemed to rise quickly as Billy tilted Y/N’s head towards him and kissing him in a way that took Y/N’s breath away, a peek of tongue and catch of a bottom lip between teeth. 

“B-Billy.” Y/N’s voice carried and hung in the air as Billy sucked harshly and periodically on the skin of Y/N’s neck and collar-bones, his fingertips gripping hard enough to leave bruises. 

There was a moment where Y/N and Billy caught eyes and the curly haired boy saw how bright the other’s eyes were, pouted lips and the soft blossoming and hickies were also peaking through the more Billy took in. The house was calm and full of possibilities but then the front door opened as the sound of the latch carried, Billy’s eyes widening with momentary terror before his face turned impassive once more; getting up and grabbing his biggest hoodie and putting it into Y/N’s arms. 

“Put this on and sit at the end of the bed.” 

Y/N didn’t say anything but just did what he said, grabbing his textbook and notebook before beginning to write while for the first time that night feeling as far away from Billy as if they were sitting across the room. 

“Billy are you here?” 

The voice sounded harsh and without any care as the sound of footsteps grew louder, forcing the bedroom door open and then a man walked in while leaving the door ajar. Y/N stayed completely silent while keeping his eyes on Billy, taking in how his shoulders hunched and his eyes lost every ounce of light that was held there a moment ago. 

“Ah so you’re finally giving a shit about your grades?” 

Billy stayed silent and tried to not fall into the trap that he knew his father was attempting to bait him into, doing his best to focus on the sweet boy in front of him. The sound of cruel laughter filled his ears then but it sounded like it was coming from the other end of a tunnel, the echo of ‘you’re not going anywhere in life anyway so why try’ filling his mind like a noxious gas. It was finally when the words ‘and who the fuck are you?’ got through that Billy finally pulled himself back to the present. 

Billy looked at his father and saw the malicious expression on his father’s face, his stomach clenching painfully as he turned his head to take in Y/N and his heart broke at the way Y/N sat with his hands shaking in his lap; two tears leaking slowly out of his eyes and kissing his cheeks. 

“Billy?” Neil spoke in a monotone voice that held underlying anger, causing Billy to clench his fists in his lap. 

“Y-Yes dad.” Billy tried to speak with conviction but his voice caught, his eyes closing momentarily to calm himself down. 

“Who the fuck is this?” 

“My study partner dad. Nothing else.” 

Neil was about to start on Billy but then Susan timidly walked into the room and convinced him to leave, a grateful thankfulness filling Billy’s chest while the door was pulled closed and the grumbling was slightly muffled. He didn’t interact with Y/N until he knew that his father was a e far enough distance away that he wouldn’t be able to hear them. 

“Are you okay?” 

Y/N looked up and saw worry swimming in Billy’s eyes, nodding before sinking his teeth into his bottom lip and before he could really think about what he was doing Y/N was crawling onto Billy’s lap; straddling him and leaning in before leaving a soft kiss on his lips. It was feather light and had Billy chasing Y/N’s lips when he leaned away, deciding at the last moment to leave a soft kiss on Y/N’s collarbone and then his neck. 

“Y/N?” 

Billy’s voice was a whisper as his heart began to pound in his chest suddenly, not understanding where the nerves were coming from. It was just Y/N with him, someone that Billy had come to count and rely on, someone he had come to cherish and adore, someone that he could see himself truly loving. 

“Yeah?” 

Y/N’s voice was just as soft as they didn’t want to shatter the growing tension. 

“I think I’m starting to fall for you. You’re more than just a friend with benefits.” 

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat before he softly laughed, running a hand through Billy’s hair. 

“Lucky for you Hargrove I think I’m starting to fall for you too.”

[fullscoreshenanigans]

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