#this shit tore me up n im not ever it nor will i ever be

[post-modern-prometheus]

booth and sweets + father and son songs

in case you don't live forever // to break in a glove // father and son

[bristark616]

multiversal soulmates - part five

pairing: tasm!peter parker x stark!avenger!reader

word count: about 2k

summary: (y/n) is determined to bring her peter back, and she's getting closer than ever.

warnings: none i think!!!

a/n: HI BESTIES!!! i'm so beyond sorry that this took so long to get out but thank you thank you thank you for all of your love and patience in the meantime. i think there's only going to be one more part after this so im excited to wrap this up with yall!!!! enjoy and ily all <33

“Peter!”

Tony was at his daughter’s side in seconds – her abrupt awakening pulling him from his work. He asked her if she was okay, but she didn’t hear him. She was too busy examining a silver, spiderweb ring on her finger that Tony was positive wasn’t there before she fell asleep. 

“Holy shit,” she whispered, her eyes wide as she stared down at her hand. She pulled the ring off her finger and examined it with a hold so gentle that it was obvious to Tony that she was afraid she would break it. “It worked.”

“Where did that come from?” He asked, looking down at it curiously. 

“Peter gave it to me in my dream – well I guess it wasn’t really a dream.”

“You were here the whole time, though,” Tony said. “You didn’t leave that couch.”

“Did you change anything while I was asleep?”

“I just tinkered with your formula a bit – “

She was on her feet in seconds, making her way over to her desk and throwing herself into her chair with an eagerness so intense that she rolled off course slightly. He watched from over her shoulder as she essentially tore apart the plans, looking for any change that proved to be significant. She must’ve found something because she was back on her feet at once. He followed her out of her laboratory and through the dimly lit, deserted halls of the compound – the sound of her bare feet slapping against the marble floors echoing out around them. She led them right to – 

“The quantum tunnel?” Tony questioned, looking around with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. (Y/N) was tapping away at the control panel in concentrated silence, so Tony simply watched from over her shoulder. 

“Got it,” she mumbled, stepping back to admire her work. 

“Talk to me, kid; I don’t like not being in the loop.”

“I just recalibrated the tunnel,” she said. She took the spiderweb ring off of her finger and placed it gently onto the control panel. “I think we can use it for multiversal travel instead of time travel.”

“But how would we find the right universe? It’s not like we have someone or something to guide us – the ring. You are a genius.”

“Let’s see if it actually works, first. I’m gonna get this ready, why don’t you go suit up and grab backup in case we get any unwanted visitors.”

Barely ten minutes later, Tony returned with Rhodey. Both men were suited up, minus their helmets. 

“Hey, kid,” Rhodey said with a smile. “Nice to see you up and about.”

“Hi,” was all she said in response, unable to mirror his expression. She didn’t want herself to get optimistic for even a second in case the plan didn’t work. “Thanks for helping.”

“Anything for you.”

“Before we start,” Tony said, grabbing (Y/N’s) arm carefully to stop her from activating the tunnel, “I just have a quick question, and please don’t take it the wrong way.”

“Yeah. What’s up?”

Tony had that fatherly look in his eyes as he studied her. “Are you absolutely sure that he’s worth all of this?”

“Yes.” Her answer was strong and had left her lips before Tony had even finished his sentence. “Yes, he is.”

“Okay. Whenever you’re ready.”

She nodded, turning back to the control panel. “FRIDAY, are we ready?”

“All set, boss.”

“Let her rip.”

The quantum tunnel powered up with a loud whooshing noise. The center glowed a bright orange and the three Avengers had to look away. After about a minute, the noise started to die down. Neither Tony nor Rhodey was fast enough to stop (Y/N) from running to the center of the tunnel. She stepped off of the platform holding a worn, black backpack in her hands.

“It pulled something,” she said, her voice trembling ever so slightly. “But not Peter.”

“Check the bag,” Rhodey suggested, but she was already on it. 

She plopped down onto the floor next to the control panel and rummaged through the contents of the backpack. She found some clothes, a glasses case, and a camera. It was a film camera, not a digital one, which she thought odd, seeing as no one really used those anymore. She turned it over in her hands and her heart nearly stopped as she read the inscription on the back. 

“Property of Peter Parker,” she read, a smile forming at her lips. “Do it again.”

Tony didn’t need to be asked twice. He took his daughter’s former place at the control panel and fired up the tunnel once more. Rhodey’s fists were clenched at his sides, ready to fight whoever or whatever came out from the other side if they proved to be a threat. (Y/N) tried to keep her eyes on the tunnel, searching for any sign of Peter, but again, it was too bright to look at. The light and the whooshing died down, and she was just about to declare the second trial a bust when it happened.

            Peter came flying out of the tunnel in a blur of red and blue fabric, right to where she was standing. It all happened so fast that he didn’t have time to break his fall, but he did manage to grab her and flip them over, so that she fell onto him, which he assumed would hurt her significantly less than the reverse. The two let out groans as they fell against the hard, white, marble floor. 

“Oh, that sucked,” Peter winced. He reached up to pull his mask off of his head. “You all right, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” she smiled, breathless as she stared down at Peter. “Are you?”

“I am now.”

(Y/N) laughed happily as Peter leaned up and crashed his lips to hers. They didn’t pull apart for even a second – not even as he shot a web up to the ceiling with one hand and pulled them up to a standing position. Peter leaned down and grabbed her by the underside of her thighs, lifting her up into his arms and wrapping her legs around his waist. 

“Easy there, bug boy,” she smiled, pulling apart to look at him. 

Peter laughed. “What did you just call me?”

“Bug boy – “

He cut her off with another kiss, all noses and teeth as they smiled against one another’s mouths. “I missed you,” he whispered into her mouth. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.”

They pulled apart again, allowing their foreheads to press together. They took in the feeling of being in one another’s arms. Peter practically melted as she ran her hands along his upper arms, settling around his biceps with a firm but gentle grip. 

“You know, I’ve thought about you every second of every day since I got sent back,” he said, his eyes pouring down into hers, “and yet, somehow, you are even more beautiful than I remembered.”

“Peter –“

He cut her off with a kiss. “I love the sound of my name on your lips,” he mumbled into her mouth. “Say it again.”

“Peter,” she giggled, pulling apart once more. Her hands rubbed into his shoulder blades while she looked at him, and her green eyes were practically sparkling with love. “You can let me go now, you know.”

“Nope.” He shook his head. “No – I am never letting you go.”

“You have to let me go sometimes.”

“Nope. Don’t think so.”

“Like when I got to the bathroom –“ he shook his head, “and shower –“ another head shake, “and drive.”

“Nope.”

“What do you mean nope?” She giggled, a small squeak escaping her when he threw her up gently, securing her tighter against his chest. 

“I mean, you’re gonna have to find another way to do those things because I am not letting you go.”

“Okay. You don’t have to let me go, but can you put me down?” She asked sweetly. “Please?”

He studied her carefully, still baring a smile. “For now.”

Peter’s grip on her laxed but didn’t let up completely. He supported her effortlessly as she untangled her ankles from his waist before dropping down from his arms. Once her feet were firmly planted to the ground, he pulled her tight against his chest for a hug. 

“Not to interrupt,” Tony’s voice said, to which the two jumped slightly, “but you guys might wanna step away from the big, dangerous, quantum tunnel.”

Silently agreeing with him, (Y/N) grabbed Peter’s hand and led him off the platform and over to the control panel, where both Rhodey and Tony were standing. Tony had rid himself of his suit the moment (Y/N) had wrapped herself up in Peter’s arms, no longer feeling a need to wear it given the success of the experiment.

“Peter, this is my dad,” She introduced, falling into Peter’s side as he slipped an arm around her. “Dad, this is Peter.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Peter,” Tony smiled.

“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Stark. I, uh – I’m a big fan of your daughter.”

Tony laughed. “I’ve noticed.”

Ignoring the blush at her cheeks, (Y/N) turned to introduce Peter and Rhodey. It wasn’t until after the niceties were exchanged did Peter get a good look at the room he had just appeared in. His eyes were wide as he walked around to inspect the items around them. (Y/N) had no choice but to follow his every move, as he had refused to let go of her hand.

“This place is a dream,” he breathed, an excited smile at his lips. “Like, science heaven.” He turned to his girlfriend. “What is this place?”

“The Avengers Compound.”

“That’s the team you and Peter were telling me about, right?” He asked, to which she nodded. “So you all live here?”

“Most of us – not Peter,” she quickly added, seeing him perk up. “He’s in Queens with May.”

“Right, right. Okay, and where are we?”

“Upstate. About thirty-five minutes outside Manhattan.”

“That would explain why it’s so quiet.”

She smiled. “You all right, Pete? Didn’t get banged up on the commute over, did you?”

“All good, ladybug,” he said happily, mirroring her expression. He gave a light tug on her hand to pull her into his arms. 

Tony and Rhodey looked at one another and simultaneously mouthed “ladybug,” clearly amused at the nickname. The former was going to say something snarky to the two, but when he glanced back over at them, he stopped himself. Peter had his eyes squeezed shut as he held (Y/N) tight against his chest, as if he was afraid she’d vanish if he let go. She clearly must’ve been feeling the same because she was returning Peter’s embrace with a similar strength. It wasn’t until that moment did Tony finally understand his daughter’s longing to bring Peter back. Seeing them together cemented everything she had told him: they were indubitably soulmates.

(Y/N) lifted her head up from Peter’s chest to look up at him. Peter wiped a tear from her cheek with a spandex-clad thumb. He peppered kisses down her face – from her forehead to her nose to the apples of her cheeks to her mouth. A quiet giggle fell from her lips as Peter’s hair tickled her jaw when he ducked his head down to press a kiss to her neck. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled against her skin. Lowering his voice so that only she could hear, he said, “I don’t ever wanna stop kissing you.”

She lifted his head up from her neck to look at him. His eyes were clouded with a mixture of love and lust. She smiled, and with her voice lowering to the same volume as his, she replied, “so don’t stop.”

“I won’t if you won’t.”

“Is that a challenge?”

“No, that’s a promise.”

Eager to be alone, she grabbed Peter’s hand to lead him out of the room. She stopped, however, upon feeling Peter’s grip on her tighten protectively. When she turned back around to look at him, she instantly knew there was a problem. His jaw was clenched, and his eyebrows furrowed as his eyes scanned the room nervously. 

“What’s wrong, Peter?” She asked, stepping towards him to place a reassuring hand on his chest. “Is it your tingle? Is your tingle tingling?”

He nodded, his chest rising and falling rapidly under her hand. “Something’s coming.”

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[strangeradventuresofp]

symphony (arthur morgan x reader)

this story involves smut!! please do not read this if you are not over 18 years old

a/n: not entirely back to writing yet, but i did this and i sorta like it so lemme know what you think. also this is my first time ever writing smut that wasn’t for a roleplay so im super nervous about it. but anyway have a story with my favourite boy 

masterlist

It felt like your gut had been ripped open, like there were pins where your heart was before it cracked and shattered into thousands of fragments that would never be found. It was like someone had put a bullet in your skull and it was rattling around, hitting against every nerve and causing as much damage as it went along. 

Your blood turned to ice in your veins at the sight of him. Never had you seen him look so weak. So helpless. How in his voice he seemed okay despite the state of his body – at least two open wounds, his shirt stained multiple shades of red that weaved in with brown from what had already dried. Hot tears stung in your eyes when they studied him. Despite the warped vision, it was obvious to anyone that he was in pain. How his face contorted and twisted whilst Miss Grimshaw washed over his wounds to get a better look. The grunts and curses that left his dried lips were unbearable to listen to. 

Once you tore your eyes away from him, you assessed the others in the scene. Dutch stood at the foot of the table, his arms crossed over his chest and his hands balled into fists so tight that his knuckles whitened and cracked. Every now and again he mumbled words of encouragement or instructions to tell Miss Grimshaw what to do, despite her knowing much more about how to patch someone up. 

Miss Grimshaw had taken charge immediately, as soon as he had been brought into camp by the others on the job. She removed his shirt swiftly, washing his wounds with a cloth and water. Her expert hands cauterised his wounds and though she winced at every sound of discomfort, she knew that she was helping, and so she continued.

Tilly was around helping Miss Grimshaw, running to get things that she needed presently or that she would need, or that she might need just in case. She fed him alcohol for the pain and listened close when she was asked to do something to help.

You? You simply stood there, frozen. Miss Grimshaw had asked you for something, but you neither moved nor even heard her request for your brain was travelling at a speed that caused you physical pain. The noises he made left an awful taste in your mouth, knowing that you couldn’t help despite wanting to more than anything in the world. 

It was about then that Hosea took your hands in his and gently pulled you away with a “Come on, sweet girl.” And though you protested, you let him take you, because you couldn’t do anything else. You couldn’t just stand and watch him as he was an inch away from death. It hurt. Hosea took you far enough away that you couldn’t hear the sounds of pain that each felt like a bullet to the chest.

He held you to him, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Hosea.” Was the first thing that came out of your mouth once you had remembered how to use your voice. The man smiled a fatherly smile.

“Nothing to be sorry for. Nothing at all.” He assured, though you couldn’t seem to meet his eye. Gently, he squeezed your hand as a sign of reassurance. Though, reassurance for what, you couldn’t be entirely sure. “I know you wanted to help. It’s difficult when the people we love get hurt.”

You scoffed. “I… I don’t even know what bein’ in love feels like. But, I guess, maybe…” Trailing off, your mind began to wander just as the thoughts pulled a sigh from your lips. 

“Hosea, I don’t—”

“Do you think I don’t see the way you look at him?” Hosea asked with a raised eyebrow, clearly amused that you had tried to deny his claims. 

“Sweetheart, you look at him like you’re starving and he’s a hot meal.”

“I do?” Your voice sounded so small against the deafening silence. As much as you wanted to deny it, Hosea was right, and he knew it. It was terrifying. “I—I’ve never been in love before.” Startling thoughts began cascading down you. You and Arthur were close, real close. You told each other everything. You could be vulnerable around each other. You were there for each other. Was all of that about to be ruined because you were stupid enough to catch feelings?

“What do I do?” 

Hosea chuckled at that. “Get some rest, sweetheart. Try not worry about him, he’ll be fine. He always is.” While you appreciated his attempt of reassurance, you honestly didn’t feel much better at all. Instead, your brain was flooding with the thought of being in love with Arthur on top of the question of whether he was actually going to survive his injuries. 

You stayed just out of camp for a while longer, until you could hear the noise inside start to die down until it was obvious that everyone was asleep. You crept back in, being sure to not make too much noise, you didn’t want to wake anyone. No, not that, you didn’t want anyone to know that you were visiting him. Grabbing a chair, you pulled it up beside where Arthur’s was body was lay and took a seat. You looked over him, humming lightly, Miss Grimshaw really did a good job of patching him up. Your hands wrapped themselves around one of his, and you simply sat at his side until morning, being sure to move away at least two hours before everyone else woke up.

~~~

A few weeks later 

~~~

Chores. Although you helped out on jobs sometimes, since Arthur and Hosea taught you how to shoot properly, you enjoyed helping out around camp, too. It was the least you could do to help out Miss Grimshaw, considering she saved the man that you loved. Besides, most members of the camp were out either on jobs or shopping, or at saloon, so, you were spending your time washing clothes to help out.

Arthur, luckily, survived his injuries and although he was still recovering, he was back up and out on jobs again. Dutch did make sure not to put him on any dangerous (by his standard) jobs, despite Arthur protesting because he’s fine, it was just a couple of scratches and—Goddamn it, Dutch I don’t need supervision, I’m alright and—

“Careful you don’t rub a hole in that shirt.” A deep chuckle came from beside you. Your head snapped up immediately at the sound.

“Arthur!” You only then noticed how hard you had been squeezing the shirt in your hands and how hard you were scrubbing it against the washboard. Loosening your grip, you smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, I—Wait a minute, what the hell are you doing up and around? Dutch told you that you rest today.” A laugh left Arthur’s lips as he held his hands up in surrender. “You should be resting.” With that, you stood, ushering him back to his tent where he could lay down. He took a seat on his bed, looking up at her with a strange expression. Was he… Nervous?

He reached out for your hand, gently tugging you over to take a seat beside him. Instead of letting go of your hand, he held it, his gaze fixed on it. He delicately traced over the veins that peeked through your skin, too delicate, like if he held you any firmer that you would shatter before him. His eyebrows drew together, and you hummed slightly, searching his eyes.

“Arthur? Y’alright?” You asked softly, your eyes furrowing in concern. 

“I’m alright, darlin’, I just…” He took a deep breath. “Going through all that and, not knowing whether I was gonna die, it, uh, it made me realise a couple things. Shit, uh…” 

“It’s okay. Take your time.” You assured, a smile crossing your face. Arthur looked up at you, a troubled look in his eyes that gave you an awful feeling in your stomach. You breathed out through parted lips, ready to take in the bad news that he was about to tell you. His eyes flickered slightly, quickly looking down your lips before he swallowed thickly, looking back up at your eyes.

“It made me realise that, I’m terrified of losing you. And—And I think that I… Shit. I’m in love with you.” Arthur’s face burnt up entirely as he confessed, flushing red from head to toe. When you didn’t respond, only blinking blankly at him, he pulled his hands away from yours, looking away as he rubbed the nape of his neck anxiously. Your hand reached out to cup his cheek, tilting his face back to you where you planted a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. You could feel how his breath was pulled from his lungs as you did so and his eyes lit up, though his face still looked worried.

“I love you, Arthur Morgan. More than anything in the world.” And with that, his lips captured yours in such a way that had your own breath hitching at the sensation. Your lips danced against each other’s rhythmically, and your chests moved up and down in sync. 

You had always loved Arthur. From the moment that he had saved your life in the woods when you first met. This big, scary outlaw meant everything to you. This gang was the closest thing you had to family. No, it was your family. Things had always been different with Arthur, though. Things you had never given a second thought about until now. Longing glances from across camp, touches that were a little too long to simply be considered friendly. Putting his arm around you at the campfire so that you wouldn’t be cold, bringing each other stew so that the other wouldn’t starve. The way he spoke to you; how his voice changed to be much softer when he addressed you. The urgency in his voice when he thought that you were in danger. The way that he always worried about you, just how you worried about him. The way that he looked at you, just how you looked at him.

It all made sense now.

The kiss was incapsulating. In this moment where nothing else mattered, merely you and him. You each opened your mouths, delving your tongues in to dance with the other as your tastes swirled together. He tasted like honey and cigarette smoke, you tasted like wild berries and rum. His hand hovered over the curve of your waist for a few seconds, before he hesitantly placed it down, pulling you close to his chest. Your arms snaked up his chest and wound around his neck. Arthur hooked an arm around your waist, gently lifting and shifting you over to sit in his lap.

You broke the kiss, breathing heavier than usual as you looked at him. A sweet shade of rose covered the cheeks that you gently pecked before stroking with your thumbs whilst you cupped his face. 

“We don’t have to go any farther.” Arthur declared; his voice low despite there being no one around. You breathed for a moment, scared of all the new feelings that erupted throughout your body. Though, the fireworks in your stomach couldn’t be denied. So, you smiled.

“You—Your wounds…” You mentioned, and he chuckled softly.

“Darlin’, I’m fine. But we can stop if you ain’t comfortable.”

“I don’t want to stop.” 

A smile spread over Arthur’s lips at your words and he hummed in response. “Tell me if you wanna stop, okay?” He asked, cupping your cheek, to which you nodded before leaning in to kiss his lips once again. You couldn’t get enough of him. He tasted so good. Whilst your lips worked against his, his practised hands ran over your body and his fingers began to work at the buttons on your shirt, threading them back through the hole before pushing it off of your shoulders. His hands moved up to knead softly at your breasts, rolling your nipples between his calloused fingers which earned a mewl from your throat. 

He pulled away from your lips, jaw falling slack when his eyes fell over your now bare top half. He hummed as his excitement grew, moving your head to the side with his thumb before burying his face in your neck which he peppered with open mouthed kisses and gentle nips that began to purple the flushed skin, branding you to him. With your noises of approval and your fingers unthreading the buttons of his blue shirt egging him on, he began to suck the skin at your clavicle to which a breathy moan was pulled from your throat. 

Shrugging his shirt from his shoulders, you moved your legs on either side of his hips, straddling him. Your fingers gently caressed each of his scars that you felt. He was beautiful. As he continued to leave his mark on you, your hands reached up to tangle in his locks, tugging ever so slightly, but a growl left him, nevertheless.

“Do it again.” Arthur pleaded, his lips brushing against your skin to cause goose bumps. A low groan fell out of his kiss swollen lips when you repeated the action. His large hands cupped your ass, pulling you closer against him, his arousal rubbing against you through layers of fabric that separated you from feeling all of him. You needed to feel all of him. You moaned at the contact, fumbling messily with his jeans while you kissed him, but he pulled away. 

He picked you up, laying you down before he shed himself of the remainder of his clothing. While his back was turned, you did the same. When Arthur turned around, he bit his lip at the sight of you, flushed, sprawled out for him on his bed. He licked his lips hungrily, cock twitching before he lay above you, pressing a bruising kiss to your lips which you held while his hand dug lower. His fingers spread you open, teasing by gently brushing against your clit. He smirked at your wetness.

“Arthur—” You whined. “Please.” He took your endorsement, groaning in delight at the sounds you made when he quickened his pace, curling his fingers inside you. The hot coil began to grow in your stomach, and he watched as you writhed beneath him, moaning deliciously at how good he was making you feel. His cock was painfully hard and ached for release, but he wouldn’t stop until he had brought you over the edge at least once before he fucked you. 

“This for me?” Your hips bucked up in a silent plea for more friction and he chuckled slightly into your mouth before pushing a digit inside you. With a sharp inhale beforehand, you moaned in approval, causing him to add a second finger, pumping in and out of you at a slow pace. 

“So good for me, darlin’.” Arthur’s voice was husky when he spoke, his words wrapped in lust and desire, eyes dark with adoration. His free hand reached up to toy with your nipples, pinching gently, teasingly to bring you closer to your release. 

It wasn’t until your hips bucked uncontrollably and a strangled cry left your plump lips that Arthur pulled his fingers out of you, the hot coil snapping in such a wonderful way that left you aching for more. His mouth opened and closed around his fingers, coated with your juices. When the taste hit his mouth, a low groan rumbled in his chest, and the mushroom head of his member leaked with arousal. 

Arthur didn’t touch himself once until he had brought you over the edge one more time with his tongue alone, and when that hot coil broke in your stomach once again, he lapped up the remainder of your juices, making sure to not waste a single drop by licking along the insides of your thighs for any excess. His cock throbbed painfully from the influx of lust, his hand stroking himself up and down a couple of times before he pushed himself into you. The sound you made from him entering you alone nearly made Arthur cum there and then, but he was determined to make you feel good. After pushing in about halfway, he pulled back out completely, groaning at the sight of your slick on his cock. You whined at the lack of contact, reaching to touch him but he swatted your hand away.

“I don’t think so.” He said with a chuckle before pushing into you entirely. You cried out, digging your nails into his shoulders, loving how he stretched you. “Mm—” Arthur’s hips thrusted against yours once as he moaned at how you clenched around him. “Such a good girl for me.” He set a fast pace, each thrust increasing in power and might, and soon enough an animalistic desire consumed him, his hips clashing against yours. Your names left each other’s lips among curses and beautiful sounds of pure pleasure. Series’ of moans spilled out from your reddened lips.

Arthur kissed you, hard. You could feel the swelling of your lips. The bristles of his unkempt stubble tickled your skin. When your tongues met, you groaned at the taste, your taste. Your nails sunk further into his skin and he groaned at the sensation, his spare hand reached down to focus your sensitive bundle of nerves with the pad of his thumb. His cock throbbed against your walls as the familiar feeling began to grow in your stomach once again. He pounded into you with a near primal hunger, your plea for him and your beautiful sounds being the only thing to fill his ears. Arthur made his own share of delicious noises, both of your voices ruined with pleasure though it sounded like the most stunning symphony.

You felt your third climax nearing, the white-hot coil repeating but so much stronger than before. With your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands on you, he made you feel wanted. He made you feel loved. It was nearing closer, and closer and you covered your face to which Arthur removed your hands from your face, pinning them above your head with one hand while the other returned to its spot at your clit.

“Nuh-uh, darlin’. Hafta see you.”

Soon enough, your release washed over you like a wave of pleasure. A ravishing sound forced itself from you, your legs trembled, your body shaking violently from the pleasure. Arthur felt your climax all over him, his body entirely racked with pleasure. As you clenched around him, he pushed in once more and pulled out, releasing with a husky shout that you would dream of for weeks on end. His juices lay atop the bedsheets and he sighed happily, pulling you in for a soft, loving kiss.

Arthur reached over into his pile of clothes to find a dark piece of cloth, his bandana. He soaked in some water from a bucket outside his tent and gently dragged it over you skin, revelling in how incessantly beautiful you were. At first, when he reached your folds, you whined from the overstimulation, but soon relaxed at the feeling.

Once you were cleaned up, he lay beside you, cradling you in his strong arms. You pecked his lips before resting your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Your eyes fluttered closed and Arthur hummed contently. “I love you, darlin’.”

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“I love you too, Arthur.”

[technowoah]

THESEUS - a dsmp story ( DreamSMP x Queen!Reader)

CHAPTER FOUR : LOOK ‘EM IN THE EYE AIM NO HIGHER, SUMMON ALL THE COURAGE YOU REQUIRE THEN COUNT!

Chapter Summary: Wilbur makes a proposition, Tommy finally gets his fight, warning shots are fired and the bomb that was planted finally went off.

pairing: c!wilbur x queen!reader

an// tbh im not that happy with this one, I hope yall like it! but hopefully Ill like chapter 6 lol

⚠︎ swearing, dsmp spoliers(?), angst, fighting, minor blood mention, not proofread. Y/N/N = your nickname

word count: 5.1k

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"Are you sure you want to do this because Tommy is a good fighter!"

"He's also good at being annoying, so you'll die either way."

"SHUT UP YOU TWO!" 

Currently Tommy and You were by a small lake in L'Manburg facing each other with swords and guns. Fundy and Tubbo were belittling Tommy on the sidelines. Tubbo was trying to convince the both of them not to do this so they wouldn't get hurt badly before the actual war begins. Wilbur was standing in between the two and Eret nervously standing off to the side with Tubbo and Fundy.

When You arrived you explained to the three people who were there, Tubbo, Fundy, and Wilbur, that Tommy and you were going to fight that day. Tubbo and Fundy were not for that idea at all, but Wilbur approved it. After a while of thinking and conversation of course he agreed. 

Eret and Tommy arrived at L'Manburg as well and apparently Tommy already told Eret that he was fighting his wife.

"You know what Eret? I'm gonna fight your wife today! Yeah it'll be a good fight, don't worry I wont hurt her that badly."

Of course Eret did not want this duel to happen and tried to convince Wilbur to not let the two do this to one another. He was concerned about the task and hand yes, but You getting hurt or even worse, killed was not a thing he wanted not needed. Tommy was a loose cannon, he worked on impulse. You were basically fighting a bull while wearing all red.

Wilbur had pulled You aside for the second time this week and started to have a conversation with you again. It was a needed conversation so when Wilbur grabbed her arm.and pulled her away you didn't hesitate this time. As the two talked in the distance you heard Fundy yelling at Tommy about the dangers of fighting You at a time like this. Your mind was all over the place at this point.

"You know how this works?" Wilbur looked at You and Tommy.

"Yes!"

"Yes I do"

You knew what was going to happen. They both had 6 bullets in their gun, if they use all of their bullets they can use their swords instead. You were in your head at this moment. Wilbur was explaining how this duel would work to Tubbo, while You contemplated whether to waste youshot by shooting in the sky or aiming at Tommy's foot. you didn't want to hurt him at all, they had a war coming soon so hurting Tommy would not help L'Manburg. Then again, when was helping L'Manburg a part of your mission?

You snapped out of your mind and saw Tommy glaring daggers at her. He looked harmless.

"I am going to beat you." Tommy said in a voice that can be only compared to a robot.

"You wish!" You scoffed and smiled, smiled which made Tommy scoff and look away.

Wilbur spoke over the two, "ALRIGHT! You two will be back to back facing away from each other, then take ten paces. When I say "fire" you two will fire and shoot and fight until one is damaged and cannot battle anymore or until I call a draw. Understand?"

"Yes Wilbur!" Tommy exclaimed.

"Of course." You calmly said.

"Alright" Wilbur agreed and motioned for the two to turn away from each other. 

They had both touched backs and You had taken a huge deep breath. 

The dilemma in your head was still spinning. Whether to shoot him or to shoot into the air. you would be a coward wouldn't you?

"You scared?" Tommy taunted you.

"No. Just getting ready to beat your ass."

"HA! That's not gonna happen. You're all talk." 

"We'll see about that." Wilbur spoke, inserting himself into their conversation.

Wilbur had stepped back towards the group of men who sat and were watching the whole duel. There was tension in the air, they all could feel it. They all thought this was a bad idea, You thought this was a bad idea. What if this tore the whole plan apart will they ever get to-

"READY? ONE!"

They both took a step.

Aim to the sky or aim towards Tommy?

"TWO!"

Where would you aim?

"THREE!"

What would happen if Tommy ended up dead?

"FOUR!"

Would Dream be happy?

"FIVE!"

If you aim towards the sky. Tommy might shoot. you would be an open target.

"SIX!"

It would be over right? If you aim at the sky?

"SEVEN!"

Tommy.

"EIGHT!"

Up in the air.

"NINE!"

How can this end?

The sky? Tommy? Where does the bullet go?

Where do you go?

"NUMBER TEN PACES, FIRE!"

*bang!*

Tommy's eyes widened and You stood my ground.

"She shot her pistol towards the sky?!" Tubbo shouted.

Wilbur stood there with a smirk and Eret let out a sigh of relief and immediately relaxed. Tommy didn't shoot his gun at all; he looked like a deer caught in the headlights. This was the right way.

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"I want you to shoot into the sky." Wilbur had taken you to an uninhabited part of the wall to talk.

"Why?"

Wilbur had sighed and looked over to where Tommy was gloating to Eret about dueling his wife.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Tommy is rather impulsive. He does things without thinking or with any concern for consequence. He says things without thinking too, as you've seen firsthand."

You nodded and laughed before Wilbur kept talking.

"I want him to hesitate. I want him to think for once. I know he wants to fight right now, he's riled up because of the battle. I expect him to shoot, but I hope that he won't. He won't." Wilbur seemed to be convincing himself this was a good idea.

"That's reassuring." You replied sarcastically.  

Wilbur rolled his eyes, "I believe he won't kill you nor harm you. At least that's the plan. I care for him. He's a good fighter and he should be able to see his opponent before going all ape shit." 

"I get it. I want to do this, but you said he works on impulse. What if he shoots?" You continued to worry.

"I'm here. And uh- Fundy is great at healing. We have healing potions in the van as well. You will not die on my watch. We need you for the war."

You nodded and continued to stare into Wilbur's brown eyes waiting for another comment from his mouth.

"Do this for me please? For us?"

You opened your mouth to speak, but Wilbur sighed before continuing his statement, 

"You don't have to do this. I should've said that first. I understand that death is scary, believe me I don't want to die either. So I can figure out another way to get to Tommy if you are uncomfortable with this."

This time it wasn't a forced situation. He was literally giving you a huge way out, an open path, but you already agreed to fight before. It wasn't like you were put into this without paths to take. you had options. Now that potions were involved and there are spectators that can act as doctors eased your nerves just slightly. you can do this.

"Or were you planning on shooting Tommy anyways?" 

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You looked towards Wilbur and smiled warmly at him and he returned your same smile.

"WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU MADE ME LOOK LIKE THE BAD GUY! YOU-"

 "I didn't even call it a draw yet Tommy. You can still fight-" 

"It's clear that my opponent doesn't want this. If I did, I would be more of a bad guy than I already am now." Tommy dropped his gun to the green grass underneath his feet. 

You followed suit, dropping your gun onto the grass below you. You walked towards Tommy trying to find the right words at this moment. He had his head hung low looking at the gun that laid in the lush grass in front of him. You had walked towards him and put a hand on his shoulder and he began to tense up at the friendly gesture.

"Tommy, you're not a bad guy. You did the right thing at that moment. You're neutral really, if you would've shot me then yeah you would be considered "the bad guy". But in reality, there is no such thing as good or bad, there are just people with different morals." You whispered that last part and Tommy seemed to reluctantly understand, still sticking to his main idea of him being a bad guy. 

He was really stubborn, which made it harder for you to make him feel better.

"This is what I wanted Tommy! I wanted you to hesitate before you shot her." Wilbur tried to pick his spirits up by revealing his plan.

"THEN WHAT IF I SHOT HER?!" 

"you would've been fine. Plus you weren't going to brutally damage or kill Y/N right?"

Tommy stuttered a little bit before speaking, explaining himself.

"No I wasn't! My goal was at least to scare her, or graze you with my bullet." Tommy rushed.

"What if you slipped up and hit Y/N instead?" Tubbo came into the conversation leading Fundy and Eret with him.

"Then I would feel incredibly horrible that I hurt an ally." Tommy said while hanging his head. "I understand, Wilbur, I understand what today's duel was for." Tommy continued.

"To be honest, this was a last minute decision! I talked to Y/N before and we both decided it was a good idea for you. Especially when a war is coming up."

"Mhm. I am okay now. I've learned, and I just hope that I can transfer this into the war." Tommy seemed relieved, but also not wanting to learn his lesson. It was bad to assume, but it sounded like he wanted to get this lecture over with.

Wilbur humed while turning away satisfied with what happened today. He walked towards the HTO van with Fundy following suit leaving Tommy and you standing next to each other still recovering from what just happened. Eret and Tubbo were standing a few feet away from them making small glances to the two making sure they are okay.

"I still hate you." Tommy grumbled.

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The five citizens were sitting in the meeting room making potions with the brewing machines or doing their own thing at the moment. Wilbur didn't have anything planned for today except for making many potions for battle. You were helping with potions as well. you were more skilled at potion making than battle. you can hold yourself down and maybe kill someone, but you don't recommend for herself to do that.

"Wow Y/N/N you're making potions so much faster than I am. Teach me your secrets!" Tubbo exclaimed.

"What did you call me?" You asked The boy softly.

"What do you mean? I called you Y/N/N." Tubbo said, confused.

Has Dream ever called you Y/N/N before because it seems like you've never been called that before. Tubbo was still looking quizzically at you waiting for an answer.

"I don't think I've been called Y/N/N before." You answered.

"Y/N might be uncomfortable with that." Wilbur joined into their conversation.

"Oh! I'm sorry! If that made you-"

"I'm okay! You can call me Y/N/N'' You said while waving your hands to dismiss the situation.

"Good! I thought I was being a creep or something." Tubbo laughed.

"Y/N/N HELP ME OUT WITH THESE POTIONS WILL YA?" Tommy shouted from across the room.

"Okay you don't get to call me Y/N/N." 

Tommy huffed, "If my best friend can call you Y/N/N I will too!"

"Okay children settle down." Eret said while looking up from the book he was writing.

There was another pause until Fundy had spoken.

"Today seemed like a good day huh? Even though it isn't over so far, so good eh?" Fundy tried making conversation after writing whatever enchantments in his book.

"Yes it was so far! Very surprising today." Tubbo agreed with Fundy.

"Tommy and You gave me a heart attack today. I wouldn't consider this a good day so far." Eret exhaled jokingly. He seemed in good spirits today.

"I'm sorry I gave my husband a heart attack." You taunted.

"But seriously that scared me. Thank goodness nothing happened to the both of you. I wouldn't know what I would do." Eret continued.

"You would live." You said bluntly, staring at him. 

Eret nodded at you, sending a small smile your way.

"You would've been a good fighter. Have you fought before?" Fundy inquired.

"I have fought before! I've been trained as well, I'm more into the sneaky side of things, and making potions like I am now." You cheerfully explained.

"Sneaky things?" Wilbur asked.

Your eyes widened slightly before maintaining your composure. you forgot that Wilbur was still on youtail. He thinks that You is still suspicious, so of course when you said that he would jump on the opportunity to interrogate her.

"You could be a spy for us! Maybe spy on Dream and George!" Tubbo exclaimed.

Oh the irony.

Wilbur hummed, "Maybe, that would be interesting. We could get information and they wouldn't turn her down."

"It would be too late anyways if they've seen you here so it would be a major red flag if you showed up there trying to join their team." Eret spoke up, still concentrating on writing enchantments with Fundy.

Thank God that Eret was here, You would be stumbling for the right words and then eventually blowing their cover. you had this happen too many times. They are almost to the end you have to pull back.

"True. You're right!" Wilbur agreed. "Plus we've been more productive since you two came back."

Eret and you both nodded in agreement and went back to doing their tasks.

Tubbo and You were standing together on one side of the room making potions and talking to one another until Tubbo made a quiet gasp. 

You looked at him and followed his line of gaze until you saw them again. It was Sapnap and Dream on the top of the new, enlarged L'Manburg walls. Dream pulled back his hand and whipped something toward the van. It looked metal and shiny as it bounced harshly in the grass. 

Sapnap then pulled out a bow and arrow and Dream had set it on fire. Sapnap launched the arrow into the walls and it landed by the machine that Dream had thrown. The grass around the arrow caught on fire as well, not making a huge fire but enough to scare the two.

"WILBUR! You have a gift!" Tubbo said as he rushed out of the van and You watched carefully through the window so the two wouldn't do anything to the boy.

"Where did he go?!" Wilbur yelled.

"He went outside to grab the metal thing Dream and Sapnap threw." You said keeping an eye on Tubbo as he came back into the van.

Wilbur rushed towards the window where Aryia was stationed and looked towards the top of the wall where Dream and Sapnap were. Dream took one last final glance at the two in the window then turned away to jump down the wall with Sapnap following suit.

"Guys you might want to take a look at this." Tubbo said while placing the metal thing, which was an old answering machine, on the table.

Wilbur sighed, clearly exhausted with everything that had been going on. He sat down on the edge of the table. Tubbo pressed play on the machine and the recording started.

"Tommy, and Wilbur, and the rest of L'Man-child-burg. We are at war. There is no mercy. We have burned down Tubbo's house, we have planted TNT cannons around your land, we have cobblestone walled the outside, we have shot one warning shot inside your walls. WE HAVE NO MERCY, NO MERCY FOR YOU! We will burn down your houses! We will kill everything inside your walls and we will take back the land that is rightfully ours. If you do not surrender I WANT TO SEE WHITE FLAGS! WHITE FLAGS OUTSIDE YOUR BASE BY TOMORROW AT DAWN, OR YOU ARE DEAD!"

*beep~* 

There was a long beep until Tubbo shut off the recorded message. Everyone was silent looking at each other for the next move. Everyone either had a face of anger or one of concern. Eventually everyone turned to Wilbur who had his head down, his hair slightly covering his eyes in a thinking pose. We were waiting for a response from the leader, but it didn't seem like anyone had a response to this situation.

"Hey lets just-"

"Grab me a book and a pen" Wilbur spoke.

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It's been about an hour since we last received the message. The sun has gone down and they are all still sitting around the meeting table. 

"What do we get? What's the report?" Wilbur asked.

Tommy started, "Okay so here's the situation, the ‘Dream boys' they're on the roof, they've already killed me and Tubbo once, they feel like they got their power. Their egos are up-" 

"They've taken it all." Tubbo added.

"I don't know man, what do you think we've got to do now? Ultimately you're the leader here." Tommy asked the older man.

Wilbur paused before speaking, "I think, the element of surprise is needed. We can't go in just guns blazing."

"My son, how are you doing?" Wilbur asked Fundy.

Fundy stuttered before speaking, "I could've been better."

Wilbur smiled then opened the book he had been writing in for the past hour.

"Before we go into battle though-

"WORDS OVER WEAPONS MY FRIEND!" Tommy interrupted Wilbur

"My gents and m'lady, may I read you the Declaration of Independence?" 

Wilbur had started to read through the Declaration complementing the writers who wrote lines in the book. He began reading the main parts of the book.

"When in the course of human events it becomes necessary for-"

"Wilbur" Tommy interrupted Wilbur again

"Yes what, what?" Wilbur asked annoyed

"They're surrounding us, Wilbur." 

Tommy stood up looking out of the window at the many fiery arrows making their way towards the van and making the grass around the van catch on small fires.

From inside the van it looked like rain from hell. All the fears you once had came flooding back into your mind. you put herself right in front of the greatest fighters, and assassins in the kingdom and you might not make it out alive. 

Wilbur started to head out of the door trying to face his opponents. They all were putting themselves out there exiting the van as fast as they could like a huge target. Speaking of target, an arrow shot by Sapnap landed too close for comfort next  to Wilbur. He seemed un phased at this.  

"They're not the best shot." Wilbur turned his back on the archers and stood in the doorway to the group inside.

Wilbur began to yell at the archers, "Gentlemen how are you!?" 

"Good!" Dream replied bluntly.

Surprisingly they could hear both of each other. 

"Do you like the view of our nation!?" Wilbur asked as he smirked.

"Oh God!" Tubbo exclaimed, worried because of the taunting Wilbur was doing.

"We might be a little out gunned here gentlemen." Eret said softly to the others while placing a hand on your shoulder in a comforting way.

"I thought this was a trailer park!" Dream shouted back. 

"Very funny, listen. It seems like you've gained the upper hand in people! We will meet you in the field, but on our own terms!" Wilbur concluded.

"YEAH!" Tommy shouted at the archers hyping Wilbur up.

The rest laughed at Tommy's antics trying to keep it together.

"Please stop making things worse!" Tubbo laughed.

Another arrow was shot at Wilbur's feet. He was clearly stunned by this, turning to the rest of the L'Manburgians he spoke to them.

"We armor up gents." Wilbur said, walking away.

Just as he walked away Tommy followed Wilbur outside of the van and then an arrow was shot into Tommy's bicep by George. Tommy yelled in anger and in pain, and the rest followed suit yelling in shock. Tommy clutched the arm that the arrow had found its way into, he tried to keep it together as he fell to his knees. You rushed to Tommy's side trying to take the arrow out carefully and heal him. He kept on shielding his arm away from you and kept babbling incoherent nonsense about “leaving him alone” too.

"It's okay! I'm fine! I'm fine! Don't worry!" Tommy kept shouting.

"You're not fine Tommy, let me help!" You yelled and he finally succumbed to you.

You slowly pulled out the arrow and used bandages that Eret had rushed to give you to wrap around his arm carefully. Throughout this whole process Tommy had a face of discomfort and pain until you had successfully bandaged his upper arm so no blood would seep through. Later on you would have to tend to his wounds more delicately.

"Just stay inside!" Fundy yelled in a hurried tone and was angry at the fact someone had already gotten hurt.

This would've been the outcome of the duel if you hadn't followed Wilbur's orders. Either way he would've been injured. Of course they would go for Tommy. Wilbur's right hand man. It was bound to happen. 

You and the rest of the men were clad in netherite or diamond armor and they surrounded Wilbur waiting for another order.

"Tommy I'm putting you in charge of this army." Wilbur said.

Your eyes widened. Didn't Wilbur just say he acted on impulse. This was a bad idea. you were going to die at the hands of the people who gave this opportunity to you.

Wilbur continued, "No matter what happens during this war, no matter who wins and who loses. Just remember that we're on the right side of history."

You have heard that before. What side of history was you on? They have rubbed off on you of course, but with different morals coming from both sides, whose morals do you fit with? If you die, will you be painted in the wrong manner? Are you on the right side as you stand with Eret and Fundy in L'Manburg? Is there even a right side?

"Up the walls we go!" Tommy exclaimed as the group climbed the ladder over the walls.

Your heart was pounding as Tommy led the way towards their next destination. This was going to be very interesting.

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Tommy led us to the destination where the other warriors were on top of a small tower looking down on the L'Manburgians.

"God- whatever we do, don't go up the tower." Tubbo exhaled. 

"We have to get them down to our level. We have to get them to come down on their own accord." Wilbur commanded.

"Those bastards." Tommy said as an arrow made of fire was shot precisely onto the ground.

The floor began to rumble as the ground cracked and smoke began to rise beneath you revealing the red, fiery TNT that blew up from beneath them breaking the very ground and dirt they stood on making everyone lose their balance. Everyone started screaming, scrambling to get away from the constant chain of TNT slipping and falling on the debris, and the crevices that formed. You had started to run faster,and faster, sometimes you fell to your knees because of the ground shaking and breaking underneath you. You couldn’t look back but you heard screaming and you could only hope and pray no one fell into the big canyon the TNT made behind you. Your mind was not catching up your feet as you blindly followed Tommy into his own home, cutting around the whole kingdom. The rest followed close behind making their way into the house. 

Their clothes were tattered and dirty, singes from the fire were on their war uniforms and armor. As they scrambled for safety the arrows kept coming, hitting the house and the ground outside of it. You felt like this was it for you, your first friends, your enemies shooting arrows of fire at you through your so-called enemies house. You had to stay alive though, keep up the act, but right now you didn't really have to keep an act up because you were actually scared for your life.

The grass in front of Tommy's house was burning while the men gave Tommy all of their arrows. Wilbur commanded them to hail them with arrows. Arrows began burning through the walls breaking into their safe haven. To escape this situation Wibur had told all of them to scatter and make it harder for the archers to shoot them. They all did just that, playing on the defensive dodging the arrows that were hurled towards their way. 

Eventually the archers jumped off of the tower retreating towards a nearby river. The L'Manburgians currently had the high ground and You started shooting with arrows purposefully missing so you wouldn't hurt them.

"They are heading to Ponk's tower!" Tommy shouted.

You looked up to one of the highest towers in the kingdom. Damn.

"In that case we need to start heading towards Ponk's tower!" Tubbo yelled, ceasing his arrows trying to get the rest of them to follow his lead.

The men followed Tommy through his shortcuts to get to the base of Ponk's tower faster. Fundy went forward shooting at the others at the base of the tower. You, Eret, Tommy and Tubbo followed Fundy and started shooting and dodging as well. 

For now they have retreated towards the walls of L'Manburg hiding slightly below the top. Wilbur was there at first then the rest of the groups followed. The arrows couldn't reach them and the boys cheerfully pointed that fact out. Soon they had started slowly retreating as the sun went down in the distance. You sighed and cheered with the rest of the men that they finally stopped fire. Your heart still beating fast you looked behind you towards Eret sending each other a knowing glance.

The rest were cheering and complimenting each other until Eret spoke up.

"Gentlemen, I think we need to go back to our home." Eret said.

"I think you're right, Eret." Tommy agreed happily.

They made their way back to L'Manburg into the night with Tommy leading them for the last time tonight. Tommy and Wilbur were playfully bickering through the whole walk back to L'Manburg. It was a fun time filled with laughter and it was much needed after that whole war. Even though they all were beaten and tattered with burn marks and scratches, they kept smiling. It's crazy to think about.

The fun ended for you as they reached their destination. The extended walls of L'Manburg were in their sights and your heart rate picked up even more than it had before. This is the end. 

"Gentlemen in L'Manburg I have a secret weapon." Eret says, sparking a new conversation.

"What is it?" You asked playing dumb. 

"What is it?" Wilbur asked asked as well

"A secret weapon!?" Tubbo exclaimed.

"I feel like Eret is just going to pull out a giant missile." Fundy joked around and your breath hitched. If only they knew.

"But seriously, what do you mean you got a secret weapon?" Tommy spoke fast.

"I've been grinding for equipment, I've been grinding materials." Eret said not to give it away.

"Show us please!" Tommy exclaimed as they all entered L'Manburg once more today.

You joined in as well, "I haven't seen any of this show us Eret!"

You hated lying to them.

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"This is the final control room for you too!" Dream yelled with excitement showing the beautiful dark room. 

The chests were empty, there was a button on top of a podium, and there was a secret room where Dream and the rest would be hiding after the war. The plan was simple enough on paper. The two countries would fight until sun down and then Eret would lead the L'Manburgians to the final control room where he would press the button and then The citizens of L'Manburg would be killed and a life would be taken from them.

Dream has taught You about the life limit. Everyone in the kingdom had three lives and if all three lives were taken, there is no coming back. you felt weary taking away someone's life.

"This is where the battle will end." Dream said calmly

Currently it was just Eret and You with Dream. Dream kept explaining the mechanics of the room while they both listened. You kept slipping in and out of your mind at the moment.

This would be the end, he said. It will all come to an end and you will finally find your place in the huge kingdom. you can finally have closure. It will all come to an end.

"You two are on the right side of history, don't worry. Cause if you do this you'll be doing the kingdom a huge favor."

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"This way." Eret led the group into the final control room.

The men were astonished about the huge tunnel entrance to the room. They continue to rush down the tunnel to catch up to Eret.

"I'm excited to show you!" Eret cheerfully said as he walked. "They will never suspect a thing!" 

They all ended up in the final control room. You made sure to stand next to Eret making sure that they stayed together. you knew where to leave and when the button was pressed but you had a few minutes to play it off.

"WHAT?"  

"This is so cool!"

"What is this place?!"

"There's nothing in the chests." Wilbur said bluntly, as he turned to us still crouching because he opened the chests.

"Eret?" Tubbo asked.

Eret pressed the button and then the wall behind Wilbur opened and revealed Dream, Sapnap, George and Punz. The men started to scream in shock. They were getting attacked. Blood was being spilled and fire was burning down the whole final control room. Eret grabbed your hand pulling you to a secret wall, opening it to reveal stairs that led out of the final control room trying to protect you from getting hurt.

The L'Manburgians fought anyone they saw, but the others knew who specifically to kill. As the L'Manburgians fought for their lives you heard Wilbur yell out over all of the chaos.

"A TRAITOR! GET OUT GET OUT!"

Were you a traitor? Yes you were. They died. The fire around their bodies began to calm as their murders stood over their bodies breathing heavily. There was an orange and purple tint to the room. It looked unreal. This was it. Their bodies began to glow a light blue color and disintegrate showing that one of their lives was taken that day. This was the closure you wanted, but why did it feel like an unfinished symphony? Like it reached the climax of the song then ended.

It's over

Eret saluted to their disintegrating bodies and you followed suit.

"Down with the revolution boys! It was never meant to be."

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Wilbur's POV

"Eret how could you?" We sat on the burnt grass of L'Manburg waiting for one another to show up from being killed. 

This was what I suspected from the beginning. Sadly this is what I suspected from the beginning.

"Hey where's Y/N?!" Tubbo whipped his head frantically looking for her.

"They were a traitor as well." Fundy said sadly.

Tommy and Eret were facing each other. Tommy in L'Manburg's walls and Eret standing a few feet outside of them. It was a beautiful picture at this moment, very symbolic. 

Tubbo was talking to Eret in a distraught voice before Tommy had interrupted him. "Eret listen to me! And I mean this in the nicest way possible. You fucked up." Tommy said harshly to Eret.

Eret only smirked at this like the madman he is and spoke around him, "farewell gentlemen." And he left us in our ruins.

I had such high hopes for the two of them. Especially Y/N. I knew they were trying to find their home, their place in this huge world. Maybe they'll find it with Dream. That's not what I would've wanted, but they might want to stay there. they'll be back, they'll find their home soon.

"We'll meet again. I know you."

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[ragingbookdragon]

Reunion Of The Lonely Christmas Lovers

A Shay Cormac x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1,560 Warnings: Explicit Language, Alcohol Consumption

Author’s Note: Everyone we’re adding Shay to the Christmas fic list! Let’s go! -Thorne

           “Alright, look piss-ant,” she sighed. “I have to get on the ship.”

           “No.” he grunted, arms wrapping tighter around her body as if he could keep her forever.

           “Shay, I have a mission to do.” She reasoned. “I’ll be back after I’m done.”

           “But it might take forever, (Y/N).”

           “Oh please, this is me we’re talking about. I’ll be done within a year and back before you know it.”

           Shay pulled back slightly, peering into her eyes. They were self-assured, like always, and he let out a sigh.

           “Aye, you’re right.” He let her go, watching as she straightened out her uniform. “Will you send me a letter or two?”

           “No.” (Y/N) bit out and his face dropped. She let out a laugh, slapping his stomach. “Yes, piss-ant, I’ll send you letters when I can. God, you’re gullible.”

           He huffed, but a grin crossed his lips and he reached up, cupping her face. “Cheeky little thing.”

           “Well one of us in this relationship has to be. And let’s face it, it isn’t you.” (Y/N) countered.

           Shay’s face turned solemn and he murmured, “Be careful, love, please.”

           “I’ll try,” she shrugged. “No promises though.”

           His hand shifted, firmly grasping the back of her neck, but not enough to hurt. “No. Promise me right now that you’ll be careful and that you’ll come back to me in one piece.”

           (Y/N) met his gaze and he leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers. “I’ve lost too much. I won’t lose you, love.”

           She smiled and pressed her lips to his. “I promise that despite my usual dumbass streak, I will come back to you.” His eyes were wary, and she added, “Safe and sound, alive and well.”

           Shay searched her gaze, then whispered, “I love you, (Y/N).”

           She smiled. “I love you more, Shay.” The captain of the ship called for her and she sighed, pulling away from him. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

           “I’ll think about you all the time.” he yearned.

           (Y/N) scoffed. “Don’t quit your day job piss-ant. You still have responsibilities to worry about other than me.”

           She boarded the ship and walked to the stern, waving at him until he was out of sight.

***

           “You don’t seem to be enjoying the Christmas festivities much, Shay.” His eyes darted to the Grandmaster. “Not feeling the cheer?”

           Shay huffed into his tankard, taking a swig before setting it down. “What makes you say that, Master Haytham?”

           The Grandmaster chuckled. “You can call me Haytham, Shay. We’re in an informal setting.” He regarded the Irishman with a steely gaze. “Missing our Spymaster?”

           The Assassin-Hunter choked into his beer, pounding his chest harshly as coughs tore through his throat. “What—” he started but broke into more coughs. Haytham merely handed him a handkerchief.

           Shay’s face was crimson, and he took it. “Thank you,” he croaked, slightly glaring when the man beside him smirked.

           “I’ll take that as a yes then.” Haytham sighed and crossed one of his legs over the other. “I understand why you miss her. She’s good company.” His steel eyes scanned the group of Templars around them. “And an even better Templar than most.”

           “And she’s your best friend.” Shay offered.

           “She is,” he nodded. “And my most trusted companion.”

           The Irishman leaned on his elbows, peering at the man. “So, how did you and she become so close?” he glanced down at his mug. “This might be rude, but you don’t seem the type that has many friends.”

           “Unlike you?” Haytham countered, and Shay couldn’t help but see all their faces in his mind.

           “Aye, I’m one to talk, I guess.”

           The Grandmaster let out a sigh, staring off into the distance as he said, “She and I met when we were children. Our fathers were old friends and when hers died, (Y/N) came to live in our house.”

           “And I assume you were both trained as Templars then?” Shay guessed.

           Haytham offered a rare snort. “Actually, she was an Assassin once.”

           Shay’s eyes went wide, and his jaw dropped. He didn’t even try to hide the unbridled shock he felt.

           “When I was taken in by the Templars, she was taken by the Assassins. We met on one of my first missions after I was inducted.” His eyes narrowed fondly. “We beat the ever-living hell out of one another before calling a truce.” Haytham glanced at Shay. “We talked it out and she swore her loyalty to me.”

           The Irishman blinked, deadpanning, “Our (Y/N)? She just listened to you? And then joined you?” He cocked a brow. “Are you sure we’re talking about the same woman?”

           Haytham chuckled and sipped the wine from his goblet. “Oh, I don’t mean it was an hour of talking.” He looked at the other. “It took a whole month for me to convince her to join me.”

           “And she did?”

           “(Y/N) told me that my father had saved her father’s life and served his crew for it. She said she owed me the same allegiance that her father gave mine.” He set the goblet down and tapped the stem with his pointer finger. “She has only ever been the one person I could trust with everything I’ve ever had other than Holden.”

           Haytham’s eyes held an unfathomable pain that Shay had never seen, nor did he ever expect to see again, because as quickly as it had come, it was gone.

           “I…have always been protective of her because her loss would devastate me beyond repair. I am glad there is someone else other than I, with her well-being in mind.” He met Shay’s eyes and something akin to an understanding passed between them.

           The Irishman nodded, knowing that there were no words needed to be said, but the warmth in his chest made him burn with pride. He raised his tankard up, watching Haytham raise his glass.

           A loud knock sounded from the closed door and Haytham’s eyes darted to one of the servants who nodded and walked over. They opened the door then turned to the side, and immediately, their drinks hit the table, spilling all over.

***

           One whole year she’d been traveling on her own, and though she enjoyed being on her own at times, (Y/N) was done with being alone. All she wanted was to be wrapped in Shay’s arms.

           The mansion came into view and she smiled tiredly, feet suddenly feeling like they were made of lead. She pushed on though, the thought of comfort and congratulations too much to weigh her down.

           (Y/N) made it to the door and snorted at the sound of the festivities coming from within. She knocked loudly and a few moments later, the door opened. Smiling at the servant she passed by them and into the dining room, dropping her bag down on the floor. She grinned at the disbelieving expressions on her lover and friends’ faces.

           “Oh, I see how it is. Having the Christmas parties without me?” she quipped, and a scraping chair caught her attention before someone had her around the waist, hauling her into the air.

           “Lass!” Shay shouted, voice laced with joy. “You’re back!”

           (Y/N) snorted and placed her hands on his broad shoulders, squeezing tightly. “Told you I would, piss-ant.” He lowered her and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Have you been obedient since I’ve been gone?”

           Shay offered her a toothy grin. “About as obedient as I usually am.” He winked. “Which is never.”

           She tutted. “Naughty, naughty boy, Shay Cormac. Whatever will I do with you?”

           “I can think of a few things,” he offered rather salaciously, and a gag sounded behind them.

           “Get a room!” someone shouted.

           (Y/N) peered over his shoulder and shouted, “Oi! This is my house, you fuckers. And I’m this close to making all you get out so my lover and I can really reunite for Christmas.”

           The group let out exaggerated noises of disgust and Shay nuzzled the side of her head. “Fort Arsenal is only a few away,” he murmured. “Want to leave?”

           She shook her head. “My feet are killing me. I can’t walk anymore.” Her eyes drifted to Haytham who wore a welcoming smile. “Besides, I’d better fill ‘im in on what happened in England.”

           Before she could move, she found herself being scooped up bridal style by Shay. Her arms automatically went around his neck, though she was shocked herself.

           “Shay!”

           He shook his head and turned to Haytham. “Grandmaster, I know you want to talk to her, but I’ve spent a whole year without her.” He spun on his heel and started marching to the stairs. “You can have her tomorrow.”

           “I am not a prize to be won!”

           “A mhalairt ar fad, grá. You’re my prize.”

           “I will punch the shit out of you, piss-ant.”

           “Keep threatening me. It’s a turn-on.”

           “Oh, you’re gross!”

***

           She lay on his bare chest, humming contently as his fingers lazily traced up and down her spine.

           “I’m glad you’re home, (Y/N).”

           She met his eyes and offered him a heartfelt smile. “As am I.” She reached up and brushed his hair out of his face. “I missed you with all my heart.”

           Shay took her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm. “Merry Christmas, love.”

           (Y/N) rested her chin on his chest, murmuring, “Merry Christmas, Shay.”

[a-forgotten-spirit]

Azriel X Reader

A/N: So this has some backstory in it, why he left how he found out you were his mate overall its just tears galore. To be honest, I hate this chapter, I don’t know why but I feel like this whole series is complete shit. Like and Comment honestly makes my day.

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CHAPTER 10 Azriel P.O.V

That one word changed my life, that smile, teeth shown and eyes closed. She was giving herself up, for us. We had made that deal so long ago, long before she was my mate and not just my friend. I didn’t care for the tears streaming down my face or the way I ran to the edge of the hill to watch her. Her body had engulfed in black, tendrils reaching far past where she was physically able, black ink dripping to the floor. Her body walked into the battlefield as though it was nothing, her arms swiping across and throwing soldiers away like they were sand on a windy day. She just went through them, body moulding to the power, letting every single piece of her being out. I had not seen this kind of power, was this always apart of her. I remember the day I thought she had died, the day I found out she was my mate. - “The younglings” she whispered and began to sprint through the snow, I had never seen someone so focused. I too remember the children, they were playing on the ice, she had called them cute before we began to walk and talk. I watched as she ran, my wings cold and I didn’t even think to fly. Making it to the children they were pushed to the ice, blood spread out beneath one and I watched as those black lines crawled over her skin, one of the men was dead instantly. We fought together, trying to hold them back. The others must be occupied, we could do this. Truthteller and her powers. I was fighting three and they quickly fell not being well trained, I don’t think this was well planned it surely did not seem like it.

A rush of emotions and pain I have never felt before, I turned and saw Y/N stumble as the man in front of her fall, she had taken down more than I but what caught my gaze was the blood pooling at her hand, her hand moved from her chest and she fell into the ice. I moved without thinking, what was this feeling. I was too occupied, her head lolled to the side and I held her chest. “Children” I heard and looked up seeing Kallias companied by my brothers.

“High Lord she jumped in front of us” one had yelled but I looked back to Y/N her eyes closed and breathing low, the blood wouldn’t stop. Why wouldn’t the blood stop?

It clicked and I held her tighter as they came to view her, words passed and I moved on my own. My wings spreading wide and I flew into the sky as though they were not covered in frost and my bones ached from the training I had done earlier in the day. I flew like there was no tomorrow, there may not be for her. When landing I ran into the castle.

“I need a medic or someone” instantly I was looked at and their eyes widened running over. I did not know her name nor what she was able to do but I have rushed to a bed and laid down my newly found mate.

She was my mate.

I had known her little over a year and I couldn’t even tell she was my mate. Now she lay dying in front of me.

I had loved her for that year.

I was covered in blood and I heard when Rhysand and Cassian arrived with the children and Kallis. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, my mind was clouded with her.

“Azriel what happened” Rhysand had asked and all I could do was look at my hands, blood covering them. Not my blood nor the blood of the people I fought but my mate. This was my mates' blood. I shook and looked to my brothers my eyes dripping in fear and they paused.

“She’s my mate” I had whispered and my hands shook. Her blood was dripping onto the floor from the bed as people desperately tried to help her. Please, I don’t care who you are but if you’re listening, help her.

I could feel her blood soaking through my clothing as I looked to my hand and Cassian looked like he was about to cry, they were best friends. His hand had covered his mouth as I shook my body fell to the floor. Rhysand caught me and I shook. Was this was the shock felt like? I ran down the bridge of our minds and ran into the cloudy abyss no one had been able to navigate. Not even the High Lord himself. I screamed and begged for her to show herself. That I was here and I loved her.

I saw her, she was floating in her mind as then her eyes opened “Azriel” she whispered and I was thrown back into my head as I rushed to get up and ran to her holding her head much to the doctors' anger.

“Come on I heard you, you’re awake in there. Come on” I begged and everyone was watching me, the doctors had stepped back. Was she dead, no she couldn’t be? I just saw her, was I thrown back because she was dead. No, I felt it, she was alive.

“Azriel I'm sorry she’s-” the doctor paused as I glared at her, shadows wrapping around my body and I held her face. Looking for anything. She was alive, I could feel it. Cassian and Rhysand stood watching me as my eyes shook in need. I needed her.

I watched as my shadows encircled her and then by the Cauldron her eyes opened and she took in a breath of air. I pulled her to my body and held her as though she was the most important thing to ever exist and to me, she was. We had sat in each other's arms for a long while. She spoke of letting herself get stabbed to save the children but she could hear Azriel's pleas and reach for that little light above her instead of falling into the abyss.

“I love you” I whispered. - She was tearing through them like it was nothing, throwing them aside, her hands came to point to the sky and in seconds clouds came rolling in, I did not know she could do this. Shadows rained down on the soldiers and their drumming and horns stopped, replaced by screams and horses running along the ground. When engaged in the fight herself she was smiling, wide. A cheek splitting grins spreading across her face as she tore men limb from limb. I could do nothing but stare at her. She was powerful, she was beautiful, she was my mate, she was my lover, she was my friend, she was Y/N. Her skin was covered in black veins as she brought in all that power, we could not have won this war without her. We all knew that. Her smile was plastered to the front of my mind “Goodbye” she had whispered. That was only a few minutes ago and now more than a quarter of their army lay dead or was being dragged into the shadowy abyss by black ink like hands. I remember the day I left her. - “I'm leaving” I whispered and hee smile slowly fell, I was looking at her. Wrapped in my jumper and nothing else, a night of love and intimacy ran through my mind. The way her body arched and begged me for more, each curve and dip of her figure was mesmerizing.

“Oh,” she paused her tongue gliding across her lips, “I thought we could spend the day together” she whispered and looked down then shook her head and smiled “when will you be back?” she asked and I clenched my hands.

“I won’t be” I whispered and her eyes fell, shoulders going limp. How could I leave her like this? Her eyes shone in the morning sun, my jumper reaching just below her sex and when she turned I could just make out the curve of her rear. How could I leave her, my mate? I was protecting her I tried to reason. I had to protect her, they wanted her.

“Az this isn’t funny” her lips shook just as much as her eyes did. I couldn’t bear it “What do you mean you won’t be,” she asked and stepped forward going to reach for me but my own body stepped away. I couldn’t bare touching her again, I’d crumble. I was doing this for her.

“It’s not a joke, I’m not coming back” I had walked out but she followed, trying to talk to me. Her voice wavered and when outside I looked to her face, tears falling down her face. How could I do this to her? I had too, I reminded myself.

“Azriel, please. What did I do wrong” she begged and walked out into the sun then went back into the shade instantly. She used a lot of energy last night...with me. I had planned to do that, so she couldn’t follow. 

I turned away and flew into the air as I heard her sob, her crying was felt down the bond, my own heart broke as she tried to enter my mind but I kept my walls up. Tears of my own fell down my face. 

It had been a week and she had come to the House of Wind. She was begging for me, I could hear her crying. Just begging for someone to tell her where I was. My heart was breaking, she had stood at my walls for days and this was her final attempt. 

“Please Cassian, I need my mate” she cried and I could hear her sob. “Cassian please” she cried and I wanted to run. To run into her arms and beg her to forgive me. I needed her as much as she needed me.

“I'm sorry Y/N, I don’t know where he is” he lied. I had begged him to lie when I got the message she was in town. I had told him everything. He was mad at me though no one could be angrier and me than myself.

“You do, why is no one talking to me. What did I do wrong” she cried and after about half an hour of crying and Cassian trying to calm her down. She left. Once gone I came out from where I was hiding and Cassian looked to me with anger and sadness. 

“Cassian” I whispered and he shook his head. I had never seen him with this expression, I wanted the world to swallow me up. “I hope you understand what you’re doing” he spoke softly and looked to where she had left “She is breaking Az” I wanted to run to her. To fall to my knees and beg for forgiveness. 

“They want to take her. She needs to learn her powers. Cassian they threatened to” I paused I couldn’t even utter the word. She was powerful everyone knew and they wanted her to bare powerful children whether she consented or not. “If I am not with her, if she stays in her court, her people can protect her. They will teach her how to use her powers and she can be safe” I whispered and he nodded. 

People wanted her, too many people for my liking. She did not know how to use her powers yet and coming to the Illyrians camps and inside the mountain as well as the Spring court and all the hunters popping up. I could not be with her all the time, people wanted to hurt me and what better way than to take my mate. 

Walking outside I tried to look for her but to no avail, she must have left. The day soon turned to night and I watched the moon and stars, she had always loved laying together and watching the night sky. “I love you” - All I could do was watch as she tore apart any plans they had. I looked to the sides and saw everyone just watching her destruction. My family watched my mate destroy herself so we could win. There was no way with the amount of injured we had that we could have won, my eyes turned back and the valley was just covered in the inky substance. They tried to retreat but she only cornered them off. A giant tentacle-like object came down on all their big throwing weapons. An inky Kraken taking their food into the depths. We could hear the screams from here but my eyes only stayed on her body. I could tell she was shaking, the way her body wobbled as she walked, arms and head twitching. I looked away, I couldn’t watch my mate giver herself for us. A few more minutes and everyone was dead. She reeled in all her shadows and then I watched as she collapsed.

My wings spread as I raced down to her fallen form. She had to be ok, I landed and ran to her side. Dropping and grabbing her shoulders to look at her. Her body still covered in shadows, pushing them away.

“Y/N” I whispered smiling only to turn her over, she was going to be ok. What I was met with was not my mate, her eyes were white and blank, mouth slightly agape, she was breathing but when going into her mind there was nothing. It was blank.

“She did not give her humanity” her people stood before me, what did he mean. I heard Cassian ask the question before my mouth moved “She gave up herself to the abyss. This is simply a shell, her mind and soul is gone” they all looked down and I shook my head.

“No, no she's ok” I nodded licking my lips. I looked down to her relaxed face, could you call it relaxed, she was blank. There was nothing there.

“I’m sorry High Lord Azriel” he whispered and they all fell into the Earth. My mate was gone, no this couldn’t be happening. She had to be ok, right? She was ok. She was in this abyss. I was able to get her back.

“Az” she still felt alive, she was still out there, her mind was bare but her mind was elsewhere, as he said this is just a shell. A cacoon, I had to find her soul, her mind. I had to find my mate.

“I can get her back” I whispered and held her body closer to my own. I rose and looked to everyone, Feyre was crying as was Amren. Cassian had to look away and I looked down her body was held like a bride but her head was laid back arm falling past my own, she looked dead. Eyes white and mind blank. This was just a shell I had to remind myself. “I will go into the abyss and get her back”

“Az we both know you can’t,” Rhysand said and I shook my hand looking down at my mate. This wasn’t the end, I was able to get her back. Right? I just had to find her. “The abyss is endless” he paused “She’s gone” he whispered.

“No she’s not” my wings spread and I moved her head to rest on my chest as I jumped into the air, going back to my home, my wings tired and I needed a rest. More emotional than physical rest. Going to my room I placed her down and held her hand. “Please just give me a sign” I whispered. Tears fell down my face as I cried loudly, sobbing into the side of the bed. I wanted my mate.

“Azriel” whispered in my head and I looked to the blank look on her face “Azriel” I heard it again. My walls were up, was my mind playing tricks on me, it wouldn’t be the first time. “Azriel” it whispered again. “Azriel” and again I ran around my brain trying desperately to try and find the voice. It sounded like her. Then there she was standing in front of me and smile on her face “Azriel” before I could move or even speak she smiled again “Find me” and then she was gone.

She was alive, she was somewhere I could reach, she was there. She was there. I could get my mate back. I moved to her body and pressed my lips to her wishing they pressed back “I love you”

[fireandbloodtargaryenn]

End of Our Time Part 2.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warning: Angst. Major Angst.

Summary: Reader and Bucky are going through one of their roughest patches ever, which ultimately leads to the words you never wanted to hear.

A/N: As always I hope everyone that reads this enjoys it. Don’t forget to leave feedback (That’s important) and I apologise for spelling and grammar errors.

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Tags: @rebelfleur22 lovely-geek

This is the worst day of your life by far. Your fears were suddenly realised when your husband of three years cheats on you all because he moved on and loved another. It tore you to pieces, it broke your heart into millions of tiny, tiny pieces that you think may not be able to repair itself.

As soon as the door closed, you had never had cried and wailed so much nor have you begged someone to come back because you loved them with every fibre of your being, this sort of pain was all to new to you.

Clutching your chest as your wails come to a sudden stop, you were still kneeling on the floor still as tears were still flowing from your face, your breathing was uneven and uneasy minutes after Bucky’s final departure.

This was the worst feeling you have ever experienced, it was mind numbing, you couldn't think properly, you couldn't breath properly, you couldn't see because the tears kept filling your eyes and running down your face, everything was so hard to process and taking it all in was such a hard thing to process.

Time passed ever so slowly, as you sat on the floor, trying to get your shit together, you remember some lyrics from your favourite band.

So here I am for what it’s worth I spilled my blood against the earth. So give me all you came here for give me hell and give me war I’ll be waiting for an answer. I found my love and let it kill me.

You felt absolutley hopeless, loosing the love of your life, your soul mate was by far the hardest thing you’ve ever had to endure, you never wished this upon anyone, even your enemies.

Being married and a wife was the hardest thing you’ve had to do.

After a few minutes of just sitting on the floor contemplating alot of things you finally got up from the floor, you grabbed his wedding and wedding photos scattered around the house and placed them on the coffee table.

Grabbing the straight bottle of whiskey on the coffee table near you, the television was still going and taking a few huge swigs from the bottle, looking once more at the screen, you looked and felt disgusted that you married a cold, heartless, unfaithful, cheating husband. 

There was no point in pouring it a glass now, you thought that drinking from the bottle was the best way to numb the pain, you wanted to forget this night ever even happened.

You grabbed a piece of paper and a black Sharpie marker and began to start writing on the piece of paper. You needed to do this, in order to help you move on from this break up and divorce.  I hope she’s worth it. I hope she is worth everything. It cost you our marriage, don’t come back begging like a wolf when she break’s your heart. I don’t take second changes, especially from an unfaithful husband such as yourself.

I hope you're happy. You brought this upon yourself, you cost us everything. It’s your fault. I’ll do everything to make your life a living hell.

Go fuck yourself you cheating bastard.

- Your soon to be ex wife.

Folding it up and pitting ‘To the cheater’ and then you placed it on the coffee table with the wedding photos beside it, you took off your wedding ring, engagement ring and eternity rings next to them along with his. You breathed in deeply before moving away from the memories and the television.

You ripped the USB from the tv and turned it straight off. You didn’t want to see any more of your so called ‘husband’ Picking up the straight bottle again, and taking another swig.

The phone rings, you pick it up, it was Natasha. You havent heard from her in awhile it was nice to see a familiar name for once.

“Hello Nat?” you whispered slightly.

“Hey Y/N you ok?” Natasha asked

“No Nat...Bucky just asked for a divorce” you started sobbing 

“Oh my god Y/N...” Natasha said softly.

“It’s okay....Can I ask a favour? Can you please come over with Wanda and help me pack? I don’t wanna be here any longer.” you continued to sob to her. “Im on my way” said Nat.

You put your phone in your pocket as you polished off your bottle of whiskey and soon began to feel its effects, you knew that ir was 

Soon after it felt like an eternity, you heard a knock at the front door, you stumbled to the door and opened it you saw Natasha and Wanda standing on the other side, Natasha quickly hugged you as soo as you opened the door.

“Oh my god Y/N, I am so sorry this has happened to you. Im sorry that I had to break it to you first, I knew something wasn't right, I just needed to prove that the was doing something wrong and turns out it was true.” said Natasha, she was your absolute best friend,

“thank you Nat” as you pulled away from her.

“Hey Y/N. Don’t worry about Bucky, you have bigger things to worry about” As Wanda put her hand on your shoulder and you thanked her.

The next few hours, you all managed to get everything you owned out of the tiny apartment, it was sad and gut wrenching to move out of the apartment you once lived in with the love of your life and soul mate and leaving behind your ‘husbands’ belongings and painful memories that you wanted to let go of.

Standing in the door way with the handle in your right hand as you look through the mostly empty apartment for the very last time, tears were streaming down on your face as you took everything you owned and left only what Bucky owned.

Closing the door behind you for the last time on your old life and opening a new door of new opportunities, ones that wont involve Bucky.

[sighingsiren-tales]

The Beta

ARTIST: Woozi from SEVENTEEN

GENRE: Smut

LENGTH-3k

A/N: So, hehehe, this one was quite fun to write. Sorry it took so long to post, my laptop was broken but we are back in business! Im finishing up some more requests right now. Enjoy my loves~

~Kae

GIF IS NOT MINE.

Woozi was always one to communicate with you; There was never a day that went by that he didn't check in with you at least once.So when he didn't say anything to you for nearly 10 days, you were beginning to worry. Why wasn't he texting you back? You needed answers

“Where is he?” You demanded, stepping into the living room like a woman on a mission as you were met with 12 confused and panicked faces.

“You shouldn’t be here” Seungcheol spoke tenderly, stepping forward just as his face began to lose its color and give way to his panicked expression.

“What do you mean I can’t be here?” You questioned, the hurt obvious on your features and in your tone of voice.

How could Seungcheol say something like that to you? He knew that you loved Jihoon with every fiber of your being, just as he did and he said that to you? Your anger boiled beneath the surface steadily as this resonated with you. 

“Seriously, he’s going to be able to smell you within the next few seconds” Vernon spoke hurriedly, his voice displaying obvious panic. 

You scrunched your nose in confusion. 

“Since when was that ever an issue?” You questioned defensively. 

Just what the hell was going on around here? Why was it such an inconvenience that you wanted to see your boyfriend? 

 “Love, you need to leave, now ” Joshua spoke, his soothing voice the only calming aspect in this situation even though he was saying the same thing as the others.

Why were they keeping him from you? Did they not know that you knew what he was and that you didn’t care? You wanted to love all of Jihoon, not just the parts that were convenient to the laws of this natural world. You had fallen in love with his sarcastic, playful exterior almost as much as you had fallen for his soft, reserved side. You loved all of Jihoon and they had no right to demand that you withhold it.

“He told me” you countered, your voice showcasing your strong and unwavering conviction although you weren't so sure if this declaration could cause possible issues. 

“Told you what?” Wonwoo’s deep drawl came from his place on the armchair just as he placed his book on his lap.

“He told me what he is. I know that he’s a werewolf and I don’t care” You declared strongly, watching as Seungcheol’s face switched from concern to utter surprise.

“He told you what exactly?” He asked, obviously taken aback even a bit angry.

“Jihoon’s not usually that impulsive” Jun spoke up, looking around the room at the others in search for a proper reaction.

“So you know that he’s a werewolf and you stayed?” Minghao asked, eyebrow raised well behind the frames of his glasses.

You nodded.

“I love him for who he is. What he is doesn't matter to me”. 

“You sure you know what this means? And you're ready to accept all of the side effects?” Jeonghan asked, obviously skeptical to say the least. 

Before you could even nod your confirmation, you were interrupted.

“She’s here” You heard a deep voice reminiscent of the man you loved.

“Shit” You heard Seokmin whisper with slight terror in his voice.

“Don’t touch her” Seungcheol warned hurriedly, causing the boys to spread out and away from you almost immediately.

“Huh?” You vocalized rather stupidly; Why couldn’t they touch you? You weren’t wearing any silver nor was kinship between you and the boys ever an issue before so just what the hell was causing such changes?

At that very moment, Jihoon walked in, his eyes connecting with your own the moment he stepped into the large living space. His gaze, however, was different than what you were useful. The passion contained in those eyes were almost enough to knock the wind out of you; You had never seen him look at you, much less nothing else, like this before. You could’ve cut the tension in the room with a blade as he leaned against the nearest wall, his slightly wet tresses pushed away from his face with nothing but gray sweatpants on his body. The devious look in his eyes made it near impossible for you to take your own away from his shirtless form, memorizing the grooves and ridges of his toned chest and stomach with your eyes. A smile crossed his lips the moment your eyes raised to meet his own again and, in the moment you saw that smile, you didn’t bother to heed the weird and cryptic warnings from the boys and ran up to him, throwing your arms around his neck. His body seemed much hotter than usual but you barely paid that small detail any mind as he let a single arm curl around your waist and pull you to him possesively. Let his head fall to the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply, something he didn’t normally do in such a blatant manor.

“You haven't spoken to me in almost 10 days. I thought that something happened to you” you whispered against the skin of his neck.

You heard him let out a slight dark growl as your lips brushed the damp skin of his neck.

“You smell so good baby” he complimented, although his dark voice and sexual undertones overpowered the innocence of the compliment.

“Jihoon-”he barely allowed a full pronunciation of his name before his head snapped up to meet Seungcheol’s form.

“Get out” Jihoon spoke smoothly, although his tone left absolutely no room for argument.

“You’re not thinking straight hyung. Remember what you made us promise you” Chan spoke up, taking a step towards the two of you.

That simply action caused Jihoon to clutch onto your waist tighter, keeping you as close to him as possible as he let a growl escape his throat.

“Baby?” You questioned him before you pulled back just in time to see his eyes flash a dangerous yet visually seductive color of melted copper.

What in the world was going on with him?

“I’m thinking perfectly fine. Now all of you get out. You can come back tomorrow but right now, I want to be alone with her” Jihoon spoke in an authoritative tone that you have never heard from him before.

“Jihoon” you let his name trail off your lips as you slowly pulled away from his embrace, a bit confused and slightly scared.

You made it about an inch away from him before he pulled you back to him.

“You can not just say my name like that and then pull away from me” he rasped in your ear possessively.

Whatever had gotten into Jihoon was a strange mix between terrifying yet arousing and you were constantly teetering the line between the two. 

“We tried to keep you out of this” Mingyu sighed, his comment directed towards you.

Jihoon’s eyes flashed to Mingyu’s dangerously causing Wonwoo to flock to his side immediately, stretching his arm out in front of Mingyu’s mid section as a means to protect him. Why would he ever need to protect Mingyu from Jihoon? Did he truly believe that Jihoon would hurt him?

“Why are you still here? If I have to say it again, I am going to lose my patience. Get. Out” Those words caused the immediate movement of feet, the boys filing out quietly. 

“Are we seriously leaving right now?” Seungkwan asked incredously. 

‘You want to get between a man and his mate, especially right now, be my guest” Joshua countered.

What in god’s name was so special about right now? You were tired of having so many question and so little answers. Seungcheol, being one of the last to depart, seeing as he was the head of the pack turned back towards us before he reached the doorway.

“Jihoon, mind yourself” he warned before giving me one lasting look of concern and turning towards the door.

The moment the door clicked behind him, indicating that it had locked, Jihoon was on your body in an instant; Grabbing handfuls of your ass as he pulled you to rock against his erection. It was unexpected but the effect was instantaneous; Your body was immediately going into sexual overdrive, your temperature raising by the second and you could feel the light drips of your arousal spill out and onto your panties. The reaction was so fast it was embarrassing.

“Look at how beautifully your body reacts to me” he groaned, lifting you with relative ease and instructing you to lock your legs around his waist.

You couldn’t explain the switch in thought process but then sudden feeling of Jihoon’s body melding with yours caused it to be the only thing on your mind. You felt your fingers tangling themselves within the damp strands of his dark hair before pulling him to meet your lips. This kiss was different from your normal sweet pecks; It was filled with an intense passion that was contained within every nerve of his tongue. He leaned down slightly, tapping your thighs once to signal you to jump. You did so immediately, letting him carry you to where he wanted. You were so focused on the soft and skilled feel of his tongue and lips that you hadn’t noticed that your back was now against the plush dark red cotton sheets of his bed. Jihoon sat back on his heels to admire you, his fingertips dancing down the front of your button up before he grabbed at the shirt and tore it, the buttons spilling out onto both the bed and floor. You couldn’t even vocalize how arousing it was to watch him lose himself like this, although you had absolutely no idea why. He took him mere moments before he dove back in between your legs, rutting against your sex sensually as he kissed the skin of your neck feverishly. He was much harsher this time, kissing, sucking and biting as he pleased. You could practically feel the hickies begin to bloom on your neck and chest as he continued his ministrations down your body. 

“Look at these pretty marks on your body” His voice was strained, as if he was holding himself back. 

You opened your eyes to meet his gaze, although his own was preoccupied with the sight of your body laid out just for him. He tugged at your jeans once with a gruff “off” leaving his lips. As you scrambled to do as he commanded, he let out a dark chuckle.

“I’m starting to think maybe they were right about keeping you away from me”.

You raised an eyebrow at his statement, letting your jeans fall to the floor as you stared down he man in front of you.

“Why?’.

“You know that werewolves go through their period of heat like every other animal, right?” He asked, his eyes flashing that dangerous golden color once more as his gaze trailed the contours of your body.

“H-heat?” You stuttered to which Jihoon leaned down, letting his erection rock against your clothes clit once more before speaking.

“It lasts about 2 and half weeks and I made the boys promise to keep you away from me because I was positive that I’d feel the same way that I do right now” He spoke, ending his sentiment with a heated kiss to your collarbone, his long fingers dipping past the barrier of your panties.

“A-and how’s that?” You stuttered, referring to his own feelings whole pushing your head back against the sheets as you gripped at his shoulders.

He pulled away from your collar bone, slithering up to your neck before he spoke slowly into your ear:

“That I’m not stopping until you're pregnant”.

Wait, huh? Looking up at Jihoon and into the melted pools of copper desire that he had for eyes, you had the most electrifying yet terrifying realization: He was dead serious. Holy shit. Were you ready to be a mother?

“Tell me what you want me to do to you” he demanded in a husky voice as he placed his lips dangerously close to your inner thighs.

You could barely get a word out before his fingers were trailing up the sides of your legs and stopping at the waistband of your panties. His eyes went to yours and he let them drag down your legs. 

“Jihoon, stop fucking with me” You whined pitifully. 

His gaze flashed to yours, eyes hard as steel.

“You can get away with talking to me like that any other time but not now. Now, I’d fuck you senseless so I advise you watch your tone” His voice was comprised of harsh and sexy tones, causing you to heed his warning with a quickness. 

They barely got to your knees before the scent of your arousal hit him hard. His eyes burned brighter, the deep copper color giving way to a vibrant orange. He dragged your closer, hooking his arms under your thighs and burying his face between the apex of your thighs. A loud, high pitched moan left your lips as you pushed your head back against the cool sheets. Jihoon groaned at the taste of you, letting out a shaky moan as he pushed his tongue past the damp opening. He tongued at you like a starved man, his tongue curling so sinfully as his soft, plush lips pressed against your clit. You couldn’t contain your moans, your body reacting on its on in such intense ways that the pleasure was near overwhelming. You were becoming louder and louder, throwing caution to the wind as you gripped the strands of his hair and directed him towards your swollen clit. He let out an inhuman growl, one of the sexiest things you had ever heard, before he dove in again, pushing his face deeper against your folds as he licked away to his hearts content. You could barely speak a word as the man between your legs gave you pleasure unbeknownst to you beforehand.

“Jihoon” You stuttered pathetically, causing the man to raise his head, his gaze meeting yours fiercely.

His eyes were now a dark and dangerous color of red; It screamed for you to run, that the man above toy was dangerous but you couldn’t bare to think of anything else as he crawled over you slowly. With his gaze on yours, his hands fiddling with the hem of your shirt, you threw caution to the wind, begging for him to come closer. Smirking, he obliged, letting his body weight come down onto yours pleasureably, kissing your lips in such a sensual manner that it nearly took your breath away. You let your fingertips trace alongside the side of his body, their pace slow as you reached your destination: the waistband of his sweatpants. The moment his skin touched yours, he pulled away from the kiss and hissed.

“Baby, please. Think about this carefully” he warned, his voice strained as he was physically holding back his desire.

Just the sight of that alone was enough for your heart to sweep at how much love and respect this man had for you. Despite his heat, he still held back to make sure this was what you wanted. You gave him his answer in the form of your fingers slipping into both his sweatpants and briefs. You traced the bare skin of his hip before pulling him closer, your lips brushing up against his as your gaze lifted from his mouth to his eyes.

“Off” was your simple command.

He raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow whilst pushing his sweatpants and briefs down his hips.

“Giving me orders huh?” He questioned cheekily, although his wolf was feeling challenged at my command.

“Why are you still talking?” You asked in an exasperated fashion just as Jihoon kicked his bottoms to the floor.

He raised an eyebrow before moving to your side with a quickness that you never seen from him before. His had tangled themselves in your tresses as he watched you with a hardened gaze. 

“I thought I told you to stop talking to me like that” He spoke, his voice hardened and angry. 

“Jihoon” You whimpered quietly.

That set him off almost immediately; He pulled you over to where he was standing by the edge of the bed, directed your mouth directly to his erection. The position he had you in made it perfect for him to see the arch of your back as. you took him into your mouth. He hissed, letting his fingers thread through your tresses as he guided you. 

“Fuck, look at that ass” He landed a solid crack to your right cheek before letting out a strained “keep going”. 

You moved each time you took more of him in your throat, your arch more prominent that ever when you deep throated him. You could feel the wetness from between your thighs seep out onto the sheets and Jihoon caught it immediately, a devilish smirk gracing his features. 

“You’re this wet from sucking my dick?” He asked, obviously amused. 

You didn't bother to answer, instead you hollowed out your cheeks as much as you could and watched his reaction which was a gorgeous sight of him throwing his head back, mouth agape. At that moment he pulled you up from your position, getting on the bed quickly. You leaned back watching with your bottom lip caught between your teeth as he sat back on his ankles. He let his tongue run over the skin of his bottom lip once before speaking.

“Open your legs for me” he commanded darkly, the sound of his voice alone causing your arousal to spill out onto the bed.

You kept your eyes on his, all shame melting away immediately as you opened your legs slowly. Jihoon let a slow smirk cross his lips.

“I love seeing you open your legs for me” he husked before leaning down, kissing the skin on your neck tenderly as he rubbed the tip of his cock back and forth your sex.

“O-oh god” You stuttered as he slipped in while sucking the juncture of your neck and your collar bone simultaneously.

Jihoon let his quiet groans and your loud whines fill the room as he pushed in as deep as he could go, his lips flush against yours. He let out a husky, loud whimper, bracing his hands on either side of your head whilst going deeper. The same pace in was the same pace out; He intended to wear you out and you knew that he would see his mission through to the end. How he was keeping his control, you had absolutely no idea. Letting his head drop to the crook of your neck, he shuddered and let out a slight, short lived chuckle before speaking.

“Fuck, my girl feels so good” He husked.

You relished in his possessive nature since it wasn’t something that he allowed to be seen very often. It turned you on to no end and you wanted to hear more and more of it.

“You like it when I call you mine don't you?” He asked in a rough tone. 

You nodded wildly but this wasn't enough for him as he thrust in so deep it almost hurt. 

“Say it” he commanded gruffly. 

“I love it” You managed weakly.

He went back to his merciless thrusts instantaneously.

“Jihoon” You whined, arching your back so that you were pushing up into his body; You needed to feel all of him. Maneuvering yourself swiftly, you placed your leg on his shoulder, before curling the other around his waist tightly. Snuggling your head into the crook of his neck, you gripped onto whatever skin of his that you could while you whispered a small, lust filled “please”.

“Please what?” He asked rather roughly, trying his best to keep his composure but quickly failing.

Placing a small kiss to his neck, you paused before speaking.

“I’m all yours Jihoon. Please make me cum”.

In that sexy low tone of voice that hinted at desperation, Jihoon was barely able to deny you. He went into overdrive, pulling out almost all the way only to slam back in countless times. You could feel him brushing your g-spot with ease and you cried out each and every time he dove back in.

“Say it again” he demanded, one hand steadily climbing up the plane of your stomach.

“It’s yours” you moaned, unashamed of who could possibly hear you.

“Again” he demanded, his fingers curling around your neck  as he snapped his hips.

“O-oh my god, it’s yours Jihoon, fuck, it’s all yours” you panted out, pushing your head back against the sheets as Jihoon’s pace picked up mercilessly, the sounds of skin meeting skin loud and quick.

“Fuck” He hissed, pulling out quickly, 

You had almost thought he was going back on his word That was until he spoke.

“Hands and knees”. 

You did as he did quickly, going on your hands and knees only to have him push down on your lower back, causing you to arch.

“Don't fucking play with me right now” He growled in reference to your arch and how deep you could really arch it. 

You arched as deep as you could, head against the sheets as gripped onto your hips. 

“That’s right, that ass is mine” He spoke proudly. 

He dove in with no warning and no consideration; He was as rough as you had ever had him. 

“Tell me who you belong to” He commanded in a strained tone of voice.

“You” you groaned, gripping onto the sheets as you rocked your ass back against him.

“Who’s making you feel like this?” He barked out.

“You, Jihoon, you” you Panted out, nearing your climax quickly.

“Mm, and only me right?”.

You nodded before crying out.

“Say it”.

You complied but only by the skin of your teeth; The statement was littered with curses and moans on your part.

Jihoon leaned down, letting his hips speak for himself as he drove into you again and again and again.

“I’m not pulling out” he groaned whilst biting down on the shell of your ear.

“Don’t” You whine. 

His thrusts continued as he groaned into your ear, nearing his end. The moment he let his index finger drag against your clit, you knew that you would come before him. He knew this as well and he only offered one simple, husky instruction: “Scream my name”. The second he pinched the small nub you were gone, screaming his name as loud as you possibly could, the endless waves of euphoria only prolonged when he let out a soft “fuck” and held onto your hips as he spilled his seed inside of you. You couldn’t think of anything else besides the man inside of you. You had long since collapsed onto the bed, although Jihoon was still above you After a few moments of silence, Jihoon kissed your cheek before speaking.

“I think we should start thinking of baby names as well as get you situated as the female beta of the pack”.

You were too tired to verbally answer you just nodded as Jihoon threaded his hand through your hair. 

[heros-amoung-us]

Nightclub AU

PART 4: TROUBLE COMES IN TWOS

All five men looked at the worried Izuku as the two of you exchanged looks. His hair was floppy and stuck to the sides of his sweaty face. He was panting, his chest rising and quickly falling under his black fishnet top. You looked around at the five men sitting beside you. All of them slowly realizing that something was up. 

You nodded at Izuku, letting him know you’d be there in a second, before clearing your throat. The boys all looked over to you with confused expressions. 

“I hope you guys can excuse me for a second! I was having such a wonderful time that I forgot I was still technically working! But you know how it is, duty calls!” You let out an airy laugh, trying to diffuse the confused and worried tension. “I’ll be back soon. Don’t have too much fun without me now, boys~” 

You slowly stood up when Katsuki grabbed onto the back of your arm. You looked back at him and noticed how your arm felt hot under his touch. He was scowling, his features compressed by his knitted eyebrows. His red eyes glowed in the dark booth. He gave you a questioning look, asking with his intoxicating crimson eyes what was going on. You lightly tugged your arm out of his grasp as you smiled back at him, hoping that it would take him off his edge.

“Is everything okay?” Shoto asked, his monotone voice laced with hints of concern. You turned your attention towards him and Kaminari who sat across the booth’s table. 

“Yeah? It seems like somethings up?” Kaminari agreed in unease. 

Kirishima and Tetsutetsu slid out of the booth to allow you to get out. They stood beside Izuku. You weren’t sure if they were actually taller than him or if their hair made them look taller. You gracefully slid out of the booth and stood next to Izuku. 

“Maybe we should come with you?” Kirishima suggested, looking down at you. Tetsutetsu agreed by nodding. 

You waved your hands in the air in defense. “No no no! It’s okay, really! It’s nothing to worry about!” You reassured. Although, you were lying through your teeth. The other staff would only ever interrupt you if something serious was going on.

“I agree with Kirishima, us three will accompany you two.” Shoto said, standing up from his seat. 

Izuku sweat dropped beside you. He wasn’t used to so many men expressing so much concern over you. Or even, strangers willingly trying to get into staff business. He was a little jealous, he wanted to take care of the situation himself, without any outside help (other than Tokoyami of course).

Kirishima pumped his fist in a ‘yeah!’ motion. You slumped your shoulders and pouted. These men were more stubborn than you. And nothing you were saying was getting through to them. The last thing you wanted was to bring customers into club issues.

Suddenly, Katsuki slammed his fist down against the booth's table, the glasses jumping up from the force.

“IF ANYONE’S GOING WITH [Y/N] IT’S GONNA BE ME YOU SHIT HEADS!” Katsuki angrily yelled, abruptly getting out of his seat and stomping over to where you were standing. Shoto was clearly annoyed. 

“G-guys...seriously...please-” You tried to reason with them but you were cut off as Izuku gently grabbed onto your arm and tugged you toward him.

“Come on, we can��t waste any more time-”

Katsuki grabbed onto your other arm and tugged you toward him. He angrily glared at the equally angry Izuku. 

“Guys..” Kaminari said, trying to calm the two men down. 

Katsuki deeply growled as his grip on your arm tightened. Izuku tugged you back towards him, then Katsuki did the same. You had found yourself in the middle of a tug-of-war. 

“Sir! Please let go!” Izuku yelled, tugging you, once again, towards his chest.

Katsuki aggressively tugged you back. “Like I’d hand her over to you ass face!” 

You were becoming increasingly more annoyed and angry with each tug you received. Shoto stood in front of you three, watching the odd act take place. Kirishimia and Tetsutetsu had their hands up in defense as they tried to approach the two angry men, but weren't exactly sure how. Kaminari was looking at you, with a worried expression; maybe he thought you were as delicate as a rag doll and would rip at the seems at any moment. 

Your muscles stiffened in annoyance. You dug your feet into the ground to try and stop the tugging by the two men. 

“GUYS!” You angrily ripped your arms out of both their grips. Both men looking surprised at your outburst and then slightly sheepish at their childishness. You exhaled a deep sigh as you scanned all the men’s faces. “I appreciate the concern and support from you guys, but this is a company matter. It would get complicated if customers got involved.” You tried to reason. Your voice had gone back to its normal softness. 

Izuku nodded, looking over at the five men standing around you. Everyone seemed to understand, even if they didn’t agree. Katsuki glared at Izuku but said nothing.

Izuku placed his hand on your shoulder. It was warm and gentle. You looked up at him. His freckled face held a small smile. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted when you both felt a sudden gush of wind sweep past your backs. Your head snapped back and glanced in the bar’s direction. Tokoyami was sprinting towards the bar, where you also spotted Momo, Iida, and Tsuyu. But there was too many people standing between you and the bar. They blocked your view from who they were dealing with at the bar. 

A drop of worry plummeted into your stomach. 

“Ah-ah we should get going...” Izuku said, his voice was suddenly shaky. You hastily nodded as your turned quickly back to your five companions. 

They were all staring over at the bar as well. Their necks craned, trying to see over the crowds. Shoto’s eyes ran themselves back to you. His monotone expression was impossible to read, but you felt a twinge of need in your body. His gaze was warm and seemed to convey his words for him. He wanted to come, and deep down, you began wanting his protection. You wanted all of their protection. But like you said, this was a company issue, and involving customers could get messy. You tore your gaze from the tall, muscular heterochromatic and sent it back to Izuku. Giving him one last nod, he began leading the way through the crowd. 

As you made your way towards the bar, you felt your chest tighten. This time, not in a good way. Like after you watch a scary movie and every shadow in your house becomes a monster. Your (e/c) eyes darted to and fro around the crowds. Instinctively you grabbed for Izuku’s hand. He only glanced back at you in surprise before turning back forward, a small blush adorning his cheeks. He squeezed your dainty hand reassuringly. 

Breaking through the crowd, you approached the bar. Your co workers stood in a semi circle around two bar stools. The previous crowd had diffused from the bar area, not wanting their night to be ruined by watching possible no-gooders get kicked out of the club. Tokoyami stood offensively to the left of the stools. Tsuyu and Iida stood in front of the bar stools, blocking your view once again from whom they were talking to, although you had a pretty good idea who it was. Momo stood behind the bar, her eyes narrowed. 

Iida glanced back at you and Izuku. His stern bespectacled face relaxed in relief upon seeing the green haired man. His tall, muscular stature had scared off many trouble makers before, and Iida was definitely hoping for the same reaction now. His eyes then fell on you. You gave your manager a determined look. But his gaze quickly darted to behind you, or rather, his eyes floated above your head. 

“[Y/n]...who are they?” Iida asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Confused, you turned around only to be met with the five men once again. Kirishima, Tetsutetsu, and Kaminari all smiled down at you. Shoto held a cool gaze as he stared back at your manager. Katsuki had his muscular arms crossed over his broad chest; he glared down at you. 

For Christ sake....

Izuku also turned to see the familiar men standing behind you. 

“We’re sorry, [Y/n] but we just came to see what the problem was.” Tetsutetsu explained; his tone less than pleased about all the questioning. 

“It felt wrong just letting you go...” Kaminari softly spoke. 

“There is no problem here, thank you men! Please go enjoy the shows our girls are putting on! I’ll have a bottle sent to your table, on the hou-”

“We don’t want your damn booze,” Katsuki interrupted, “Nor do we want feel like ignorant customers...”

“We understand that this is a company issue,” Shoto began, “But we simply can’t turn a blind eye in a situation like this. I mean, we all are just concerned for the safety of [Y/n].” 

You felt your cheeks slightly heat up, despite the current circumstance. 

Katsuki grunted and turned his head away from your direction. “Speak for your damn self icey-hot. I didn’t come over to be a stupid body guard. I couldn’t care less what happens to this extra of an employee you got yourself. I’m more of a man that enjoys a fight.” His crimson eyes remained dark as he smirked. 

You narrowed your eyebrows in his direction. You could smell a lie a mile away, and this one stunk. 

“Regardless of your reasons, I must request that you all stay out of the situation, we have it under control. There will be no need for fighting. Thank you.” Iida’s voice was nothing less than authoritative. 

Izuku thinned his lips as he turned on his heels and made his way over to the situation. Iida gave you a stern look, telling you to do the same. You nodded, quickly turning back to your five friends. You gave them a ‘wtf are you thinking?!’ look. They backed off. Katsuki uncrossed his arms and glared at his feet as he aimlessly began to walk around. Kirishima and Testutetsu whispered to each other, while Kaminari and Shoto stared at you with concern. They all stood a couple feet away from the bar, watching casually from a distance what was about to go down. 

You turned around and made your way over to where your co-workers stood. The purple and green party lights scanned across the walls and floor. You saw the familiar peak of short black hair, sitting on a bar stool behind Iida. You placed yourself beside Tsuyu and Tokoyami. 

A tall, toned, black haired male sat at the bar beside a shorter, pig-tailed blond girl. The man wore an all black suit. Probably his only suit, as he seemed to wear it every time he showed up here. The pants were black and tight. He wore the black jacket with nothing underneath but a small gold chain. His neck and under eyes were covered in tattoos. So many tattoos that they seemed to just smudge together into patches of ink. Despite his dark appearance and aura, he had bright blue eyes that seemed to shine under the club’s lights. He sat lazily on the stool, one arm leaned back over the bar while the other was shoved inside his pant pocket. 

The blond girl beside him wore a shorter skirt than you with a schoolgirl-like top. She resembled a high school student, except you knew she was in her early 20s like you. She also oozed crazy. Her cheeks were flushed and she always seemed to wear a crazy smile. She never stopped smiling. She had gotten a procedure done to make some of her teeth sharp like an animal’s. This made her ten times more creepy. Being around her made your skin crawl. You felt like she was ready to stab someone to death at any second, doing so with her insane smile of hers. 

The two of them worked at a bar in the rougher ends of town. One that only criminals and gang bangers went to. You had never stepped foot in their bar before, nor did you have any intentions of doing so, but you imagined it look something close to an underground cult cave. The two of them often came to U.A. to try and make trouble. They wanted to soil U.A.’s name, for whatever reasons they may have. One time they broke in, the blond, named Toga, began smashing the largest bottles of booze she could grab onto. Another time, the dark male, referred to as Dabi, tried to drug the dancers. This time, it seemed they hadn’t done anything yet, but Iida wanted them out before they could do anything at all. 

“I’ll ask you two one, more, time; please leave the club! Or else we’ll have to force you out!” Iida threatened. 

Dabi’s eyes scanned all your faces. “And how would you manage that with only one security guy inside?” his voice was low and malicious. 

“Like all the other times we have kicked you out!” Iida retorted. 

This seemed to amuse the dark haired man as he let out a deep chuckle. His eyes darkened under his hair that hung in his face. “Your waiter is gonna take us out by force again is he? That’s a dumb move.” He sounded disinterested. 

“That was dumb! A dumb move!” The blond repeated, her high pitched voice scrapping itself inside your ears. “I didn’t mind that hunk roughly touching me, though! Izuku baby, I know you missed me!” She cooed. 

Izuku’s face slowly lost all colour. You could tell he was trying to act more confident than he felt. Toga had a huge thing for him, ever since she first saw him here. You couldn’t completely blame her. He had such a sweet face. His features were soft and handsome. And his tight uniform shorts and shirt left little to the imagination of his muscular body.

Dabi’s shiny blue eyes landed on you and you immediately felt a cold, unwanted shiver climb down your spine. His eyes seemed to dig into your very soul. “We just came to...” eyes snaking themselves up and down your body. “...have a little fun, that’s all,” you hugged your sides. He looked back at Iida with a small smirk.”Isn’t that what this place is for? Having a good time?”

Everyone felt increasingly uneasy at his words. Tokoyami took a step forward. He seemed almost invisible in his black security attire. “Please leave the building now! I don’t want to use force!” His voice bellowed from his chest.

Dabi’s smirk widened into a small sly smile. Toga giggled and threw her hands in the air above her head. Everyone flinched. Momo took a step back. Every movement they made put you more on edge.

“Oh?!~ You hear that Dabi?! They don’t wanna use force!” She cooed, insanely laughing. Her eyes widened. She leaped up and sat on the bar. Tsuyu nervously held up her fists. “Well we wanna!” She barked out ‘wanna’ and smiled, showing her sharpened teeth once again.

You flinched at her sharp tone. Dabi’s hand moved around in his pocket. A heavy tension hung in the air. Then, everything happened so fast. You heard Iida yell at Dabi to take his hand out of his pocket. Tokoyami stepped forward to grab onto the two fiends. Dabi pulled out a torch lighter and bottle of drugs. Toga pulled out a butcher knife. The blue flame lit itself in Dabi’s lighter. Iida and Tokoyami lunged at him. Toga pointed the knife towards you and Tsuyu.

“[Y/n]! Tsuyu!” you heard Izuku yell. 

He sprang himself over towards you two and placed a protective arm in front of your chests. Toga’s smile faltered at this. She angrily swiped her knife in the air.

“You bitches are always stealing my man from me! Why can’t you guys back off, huh?” Her voice became gradually higher. “This is so not cute! I was hoping we’d be great friends! But it turns out we’re just love rivals. Now, I’m going to have to cut you both.” She giggled. You wanted to throw up.

Dabi held out the blue flame in front of him, protecting him from the advancing Iida and Tokoyami. Some bystanders uneasily walked away from the scene unfolding near them. As Toga continued to giggle, you noticed the club’s lights reflecting off something hanging around Toga’s skirt. As it came into view, you saw that the reflective objects were needles. Each one already full of some sort of liquid drug. Your heart rate picked up and your eyes began darting from her face, to her knife, to her needles. 

Suddenly, Dabi elbowed Iida in the face, breaking his nose and glasses. Iida cried out and grabbed his face. Tokoyami lunged at him but was met with his flames instead, burning some of his clothes. Izuku moved from his protective post and quickly pounced on the dark haired male. Dabi moved swiftly away from each of Izuku’s advances, heading towards the right side of the club. All the while, Toga snatched two large expensive bottles of grey goose and hoped off the bar. 

“Don’t let her get away with those bottles! Follow her!” Iida yelled, his nose gushed blood.

You watched Tokoyami and Izuku grab onto Dabi’s jacket and pin him to the ground. Dabi looked up at you and smiled. You quickly turned away. 

“She’s running into the dance floor!” Tsuyu yelled from beside you. You looked and caught a glimpse of Toga’s blond hair running into the dense dancing crowd. “Lets split up! I’ll check the left side if you check the right!” You and Tsuyu began running in her direction. You nodded at her plan.

“Be careful! She’s got that knife! And it seemed like she had needles with her, too. Keep a cautious eyes out!” You yelled over the increasingly loud music.

Tsuyu nodded before she ran and disappeared into the crowd. You wasted no time pushing your way through people, trying to dig yourself deeper into the dance floor. You frantically looked around, trying to get another glimpse of her blond hair. She had managed to blend in with the large crowd, seemingly disappearing in the sea of faces and sweaty bodies. You grunted as you pushed your way past more people. The music was becoming louder as you made your way closer to the stage and DJ table. The base of the song pulsed in your chest. The club’s lights dowsed everybody in an array of colours. You pushed yourself passed a group of men grinding on women. A slow panic began rising in your chest as you still couldn’t see Toga.

You were almost to the stage now. Mina was now wearing a white two piece and swinging around a stripping pole. She looked down at you with a worried expression. You knew she knew. Mina subtly pointed over to the right of you, nudging her head in that direction. You swiftly slid yourself between people in the direction she pointed. The music was booming in your ears and you couldn’t hear anything else. You could see people’s mouths moving, maybe singing along with the lyrics or chatting, but no sound came out of them, only the music. 

Suddenly you felt the skin on your back tingle. You wiped around only to see Toga holding her knife out in your direction. She swung it around carelessly, cutting through the thick club air. Her white teeth sparkled as she maliciously smiled at you. The bottles of grey goose were tucked under her free arm. She was giggling. You quickly reached out to grab her wrist, but she retracted her hand too fast. The knife gleamed under the lights. 

“Follow me and I cut you bitch!” She yelled, although you had to read her lips to understand.

Toga darted back into the crowd, almost as fast as she had appeared, and you lost sight of her again. Your heart pounded in your chest. Your legs felt shaky, but you moved nonetheless. 

You followed her direction, which was closer to the stage.You frantically looked around, now pushing people out of the way. The stage stood to your right. It reached up to your hip. Mina and Toru danced hastily on stage. Their eyes scanning the edge and crowd for Toga. You ran along the edge of the stage. Suddenly you saw the blond girl. Her knife placed between her teeth as she unclipped a needle from her hip. She quickly raised the substance towards one of the dancer’s legs. 

The dancer remained unnoticed. 

You felt your feet move before you could even think. You watched in horror as Toga stabbed the dancer in the foot with her needle and inject the substance. The dancer toppled over on the stage.

Raising your hand you slapped the needle out of Toga’s hand. It flew into the crowd and rolled on the floor. Toga looked back at you with gleaming angry eyes. You stood your ground defensively. She let out a loud grunt as she grabbed her knife from between her lips and swung it towards you. You swiftly stepped back, trying to dodge her swipes. You wished Tokoyami or Izuku was around to grab her. You felt totally defenseless, which you were. 

She swung her knife towards your neck. You ducked and kicked at her legs. She let out an annoyed yell and swung the knife down towards you. Your eyes widened as you tried to move out of the way. Her knife caught the side of your shoulder and sliced it. You stumbled standing back up and clutched your shoulder. It stung badly. The pain ran itself down your entire arm and into your finger tips. Toga smiled at your wound. Her knife looked as if the tip had been dipped in blood. Toga lifted it to her face and giggled as she looked at it. 

You cursed under your breath and prayed to god that her blade wasn’t laced with anything. 

Toga was quick to raise her knife again, preparing to cut into you a second time. But her wrist was suddenly stopped when a large muscular hand grabbed onto it. Kaminari held onto the blond. She looked up at his handsome, glaring features with surprise. You blinked in surprise at his sudden appearance. Then, Katsuki appeared seemingly out of no where. He aggressively grabbed her other hand and twisted it behind her back. She let out a shriek. Katsuki and Kaminari forced her face down onto the ground. You were so stunned and relieved at their sudden appearance that you hadn’t noticed the blood from your wound seep through your fingers. You watched Katsuki hold down Toga as she uselessly tried to escape his grip. Kaminari grabbed the two bottles of vodka and held them in his arms. Both male’s faces were ridden with anger and concern. 

Suddenly you felt a body press itself up against your back and an arm grab around at your hips. You jumped in surprise and tried to move away, but the grip on you was too strong. You sent Kaminari (who wasn’t looking) pleading looks. The body was tall and hard. Warm against your back. You felt your cheeks heat up. A hand reached up and grabbed your chin. It tilted your head up to the side. Your eyes instantly met with Shoto’s concerned ones. You felt relief wash over you. You unconsciously leaned yourself deeper into his chest. He held your chin for a few extra moments. His eyes scanning over your face and then to your shoulder. His eyes hardened as he saw blood trickle down your arm. His eyes left your body and went to Kaminari and Katsuki. 

You hadn’t noticed, but you were panting. Your heart rate was still out of control. The adrenaline was still pumping through your veins. Kaminari looked at Shoto, then down at your small body in his arms. Your arm clutching your bleeding shoulder. Panic washed over his face. He quickly walked closer to you. Shoto let go of your chin, but not your waist. Kaminari put the back of his hand on your cheek, giving you a worried look. His pretty boy features softened. Your face flushed even deeper. Shoto’s protective arm pulled you closer to him and you found yourself clutching onto his shirt. 

Tokoyami and Tsuyu broke through the dancing crowd around you and looked down at Katsuki and Toga. Tokoyami knelt down to their level and took Toga’s hands behind her back in his. He began stripper her needles and knife from her. Tsuyu walked over to you and the two boys. She looked down at your bloody hand clutching your shoulder. The stinging in your arm had intensified. You grabbed a fistful of Shoto’s shirt. The pain was slowly becoming all you could focus on. You didn’t know how bad the cut was, but it felt awful. Your face grimaced at the pain. Shoto noticed and immediately wrapped his other arm around you. One of his hands held you between the shoulder blades and the other on the small of your back. He began walking you away from the stage, back towards the bar. Kaminari and Katsuki behind him. Tsuyu stayed back with Tokoyami and Toga. 

As you broke through the edge of the dance floor crowd, the bar was in plain view. You saw Iida and Izuku handing Dabi over to a couple police officers. You also noticed that Dabi was wrapped in some sort of white tape. You brushed the unusual sight off as more pain shot itself down your arm. Kirishima and Tetsutetsu were standing by the right side of the bar with Momo. The three of them noticed you before you did them. Their expressions turned from that of mild worry to full on horrific concern. You spotted them as you and Shoto rounded the bar to where they had been sitting. The two boys stood up from their seats and rushed over to you. You cracked a small smile at them. 

“She’s hurt!” Shoto yelled over at Momo. She hurriedly reached under a bar cabinet to retrieve the first aid kit. 

Kirishima reached out for your face. “W-what happened?!” He asked. Katsuki swatted his hand away. 

“Give her some space!” He barked.

You felt the pain increase ten fold as your adrenaline seemed to suddenly rush out of you. You clutched onto Shoto’s shirt even harder. His arms seemingly holding you up. Kirishima’s eyebrows raised in obvious concern. 

“Sit her down!” Momo ordered from across the bar. 

Shoto did as she said and placed you gently down on a bar stool. He sat himself on one beside you. His arms retracted from your body. You leaned your side against the bar. Kirishima sat on the other side of you. The boys were surrounding you. All peering down at you with concern. Katsuki stood directly in front. He towered over your sitting form. His handsome facial feature were turned in a scowl. 

Momo ran over to your side with bandages in her hand. She slowly took your hand and removed it fro your shoulder. Your fingers were stained with sticky blood. Momo immediately pressed a bandage against your arm, trying to stop the bleeding as much as she could. You stared down at your bloody hand before hiding it behind your back. You didn’t want the boys to see.

Momo patted your shoulder with the bandage. The cut stretched itself over your entire shoulder but wasn’t deep. It would heal quickly. 

Katsuki roughly grabbed the arm you were hiding behind your back. He glared down at your bloody hand and then at you. His crimson eyes dug into your (e/c) ones. The boys also took notice. Kirishima quickly grabbed a wet wipe from the first aid kit sitting on the bar behind you. He passed it to Katsuki, who swiped it out of his hand. He let go of your arm to open the package. You felt Shoto place his hand on your thigh. Your cheek instantly blushed. His touch was hot, but reassuring. 

“You’ll be okay,” Momo cooed from beside you, dressing your bandage.

Katsuki grabbed your hand again and began angrily wiping the blood off. You felt suddenly embarrassed and retracted your hand from his grip. He stared down at you in confused annoyance. 

“I-I can clean myself...” You muttered.

“No you fucking can’t.” Katsuki grabbed your hand again and placed the wipe back into your palm. “...just...let me fucking do this for you...” He said back.

You felt your heart stop. He gently wiped the dried blood off your fingers. His touch was softer than you expected. You stared at his concentrated face. He was focused on your hand and didn’t dare look at you. 

“Annnddddd....done!” you heard Momo say.

You looked over at your shoulder and saw she had finished bandaging it. You gave her a grateful smile, which she returned. 

“[Y/n],” Kaminari softly called. You turned to him. He was standing to the left of Bakugou. “Are you okay? That looked pretty serious back there?”

You slowly nodded in response. “Yeah,” You breathed out. “Thanks to you guys at least. I think I would have been in worse shape if you hadn’t shown up when you did.” You admitted.

Katsuki grunted as he finished wiping your hand, letting go of it. “And you didn’t want us to interfere. It’s a good fucking thing we did.” You nodded and smiled. 

“Yes,” Momo’s voice pulled all your attention towards her. She was behind the bar again. “Thank you so much for helping us out. Even Kirishima and Tetsutetsu stayed behind at helped capture Dabi! And also that other guy....?”

Kirishima nodded. “Oh yeah! Sero showed up just on time too!”

Shoto raised an eyebrow. “Sero was here?”

“Yeah, the guy helped us restrain that Dabi dude. Said he came down here for a bathroom break. But he ran back up to his private room as soon as the deed was done.” Tetsu explained. “Said he still had some unfinished business with the ladies up there.”

“I don’t even want to know,” Kirishima said, shaking his head.

You looked at them in confusion, as you still hadn’t met this Sero. Although, he sounded like quite the freak if he had been spending this whole time in one of the club’s private rooms. 

Iida and Izuku approached your huddled group. Iida placed a hand on Kirishima’s shoulder and Izuku stood on Shoto’s side. 

“[Y/n]?! Are you okay?! What happened to you?!” He questioned stepping closer to you.

Katsuki gently pushed the boy’s chest and sent him a challenging glare. Izuku gave him back a confused and irritated stare. You put your hands up in defense, your shoulder aching the higher your raised them. 

“I’m fine! She just had a knife and I was a little too slow dodging her, that’s all. It’s not a deep cut, it’ll go away soon!” You tried to reassure. 

Katsuki and Izuku’s shoulders slumped as they looked over at you. However, they didn’t hesitate to glare once more at each other. 

“Do those guys do this often? It seemed before that you two already knew what was going on before even reaching the bar?” Kaminari asked.

You felt Shoto’s hand lightly squeeze your thigh. This sent electricity straight to your womanhood. His deep eyes looked thoughtfully in yours. 

“Yes, you knew they were here and yet you still didn’t want our assistance?” He asked. You felt his cool breath on your warm cheeks. 

“It’s true that this is not their first appearance at our club,” Iida explained from behind Kirishima. “They’re from the rougher parts of town and frequently try to cause trouble. They work at a dive bar down there. Although we still don’t know what their motives are for trying to steal and hurt the club’s reputation, we can only imagine it’s to gain popularity on themselves.” He turned and addressed all five men. “If it weren’t for you men stepping in and helping out, the outcomes of their brash actions could have been much more severe. Thank you.”

The men shifted, slightly uncomfortable at the attention. They didn’t do it to gain that, they just did it cause it felt right. All five of them had watched everything unfold at the bar. As soon as Toga had pulled a knife, Katsuki was ready to lung at her. Shoto had stopped him. But it was only effectively until shit hit the fan and you ran after Toga into the large crowd. All five men switched onto protective mode. Katsuki sprinted after you with Shoto and Kaminari hot on his tail. But they were larger than you, and most of the other crowd members. It took them longer to catch up, which is why they didn’t appear until the last possible second. 

Your grateful (e/c) eyes scanned over all the men. For the first time in a long time, you felt safe. You felt like you had someone strong enough and willingly enough to protect you. And not just someone, five strong and handsome men. 

“Thank you,” You softly said, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Thank you so much. I’m sorry I was rude before. I’m beyond grateful you stepped in. You saved me. Thank you!” Your voice was light and airy. You were beyond grateful. “And I’m relieved that none of you got hurt! I don’t know what I’d do if any of you guys got hurt like me...or worse.” 

Everyone’s face became a flustered mess at your kind and grateful words. Shoto removed his hand from you thigh and thoughtfully looked down at it. Katsuki turned is head to the side and shoved his hands down his pant pockets. Kaminari and Kirishima smiled back at you. Tetsu gave you a blushing thumbs up. Something slowly stirred itself inside the bellies of all five men.

“I’d like to propose an idea to you men!” Iida exclaimed, somewhat ruining the moment. The guys turned their attention over to your manager as he eagerly smiled at them. “I’m sure you’ve noticed our lack of security inside this club. Tokoyami is great, but one man can’t do everything.”

Kirishima nodded, thinking back to your incident with that overly drunk man. 

“And you are obviously in great shape. You’re perfect for security. That’s why I’d like to offer you all jobs here, as our new interior security team!” The men looked surprised to say the least. You hoped that they would accept, but something about their silence told you differently. 

“That’s a generous offer, sir. But with all do respect, I don’t think we can accept.” Shoto spoke up. “We are full time students at the business academy.”

Iida’s expression fell. You looked around at them with a somewhat pleading look. None of them made eye contact. 

“Ah! But please! I’ll throw in extra benefits! We are in dire need of security like yourselves.” Iida begged.

Kirishima was the only one to look up at you. His broad shoulders leaned against the bar as he thought to himself. His expression softened upon seeing you. He thought back to the drunken man touching you earlier that night, then your pain-ridden form as you were carried to the bar with a bloody injury. He was cracking under your gaze. Your beautiful eyes and soft features getting the best of him. Every fiber in his body wanted to protect you. 

“You can have as many breaks and drinks as you want!” Iida continued to throw in extra benefits, trying to reel them in.

“I’ll do it.” Kirishima said, surprising his mates. You and Iida gave him a grateful smile.

Iida eagerly took his hand in his and shook it. “Fantastic! Great to have you on board!”

He awkwardly laughed and retracted his strong hand from Iida’s. Kirishima looked back at you, his expression was unsure. You cupped his hand gently between yours. “Thank you Kirishima! I’m so glad we’ll be working together from now on!” You exclaimed.

Tetsutetsu cursed from beside the red head and raised his hand. “I-I’ll join too. If my bro, Kirishima is in, then I’m in too.” He said. 

Iida again, shook Tetsu’s hand eagerly and thanked him a thousand times. 

“Yay! Tetsu too!” You yelled. He sheepishly smiled before staring down at his shoes.

The other men remained silent. You hoped that their friend’s joining would get them to accept Iida’s offer as well, but it didn’t. You sadly looked at the ground. 

The club needed security. Kirishima and Tetsutetsu would be great additions, but you knew you needed more.

“Well, nonetheless, I’m grateful for everything you men have done! Please, Momo, give them whatever they want for the rest of the night! On the house!” Iida exclaimed. “I’ve gotta go check on our dancer that was attacked, but you men think about my offer!” He yelled, already speed walking away towards the dancer’s stage.

You huffed out a sigh and turned towards the bar. Momo was preparing multiple drinks at once. You didn’t feel like you could stomach another drink, but from the night you’ve had, you took one anyways. 

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

[reader-imagines-blog]

Vows [Part 4] (Jaime Lannister x Stark!Reader)

a/n: hey y'all! here's the fourth part, ahh! im having so much fun writing this story omg. i think i'll probably end it at about 7 parts? possibly more? not sure yet lol. i feel like im moving really slow and i have so mang ideas for this story lol. if y'all have any suggestions for how long i should keep this going, pleasepleaseplease let me know! anyways, enjoy!!! 

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7 PART 8 PART 9

 TAGS: @queen-of-the-north-amina 

WORD COUNT: 1,586 

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King Robert acted as the catalyst. 

When he was killed in a hunting incident, drunk as his life was ended by a boar, Y/N's life, for lack of a better term, went to absolute shit. 

Her father was arrested for treason. Sansa was captured and Arya was declared missing. The only thing between Y/N and the label of traitor was Jaime. 

When Ser Meryn Trant had come to arrest her, a cruel sneer on his face at the thought of her apprehension, Jaime had made it very clear that Y/N would be staying with him. 

"Y/N is not a Stark, she is a Lannister. She is my wife and the Lady of Casterly Rock and you will not grant a single thought toward her arrest. Are we clear?"

Y/N had been confused that Jaime had not let him take her, as she had barely spoken a word to him in a month. Jaime had take her chin in-between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at him. 

"I vowed to protect you. You are not a vow I intend to break, Y/N." 

The Lion of House Lannister and the Flower of House Stark consummated their coupling that night after three months of marriage. Y/N's heart had warmed as she opened it to Jaime yet again. 

After Ned's arrest, news reached King's Landing that Robb had rallied the North's bannermen and had declared against the Lannisters. House Stark was therefore in open rebellion against the crown. Robb demanded his sisters back. All three. 

Certain news had also reached Y/N, after months of revolting rumors she refused to believe; suddenly, Y/N was delighted at the thought of returning home to her twin. 

It may have been sheer naivety that brought Y/N to confront Jaime. Or, perhaps it was the blind rage she had been thrown into after Cersei had smirked and called Jaime 'Joffrey's father'. 

As a twin herself, Y/N had promptly emptied her stomach at the mere thought of Jaime in bed with his own.

"Tell me that it's not true." Y/N had said. Her voice was steel while her heart tore itself to shreds within her chest. "Jaime. Please, in the name of the Seven, tell me that it's not true. Tell me that they aren't yours." 

Jaime hadn't tried to play the fool. He had only brought his eyes up to meet Y/N's, silently confirming her suspicions. 

“Oh, gods.”

Tears had gathered in her eyes and they ran silently. Y/N didn't say another word. She had regarded him coldly and exited their chambers, presumably to visit her Lord father. 

And although her exterior had been cold like the North in her veins, when Y/N climbed stiffly into bed that night, Jaime knew he had broken her heart when she whispered into the dark: "You lied." 

Soon after Robb's declaration of war, Jaime was called upon by Tywin. He had been vehemently against Y/N accompanying him, but after seeing the tension of King's Landing and the unadulterated loathing of Cersei's gaze every time it landed on Y/N, he had her handmaidens pack her things and had practically dragged her along with him. Marital problems or not, he would not leave her to be mauled by Cersei. 

When Y/N awoke one night in the Lannister camp to Jaime hurriedly donning his armor, firmly telling her to remain in the tent and that he'd come back for her, she was calm. 

As intensely as she loathed herself for it, Y/N cared for her husband. Although she had opened her heart to him only to have it ripped from her chest by his twin of all possible mistresses, Jaime held a place in her. 

But Y/N was of the North. Robb was her brother. And he was there to take her home. Y/N dressed herself, took her sword from the bottom of her trunk where she had hidden it from Jaime, and left the tent. Marriage or not, love or not, Y/N fought for House Stark. 

Two thousand Northmen died that night, all for the sake of Jaime's capture. Y/N watched over Robb's shoulder as Jaime was dragged away while she stood and reveled in her twin's embrace. She could not bring herself to meet Jaime's eyes. 

The raven informing the Starks of Ned's execution arrived the very next morning.

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"You are no knight. You have forsaken every vow you ever took." 

Catelyn Stark regarded the Kingslayer where he sat in his makeshift cell, her eldest daughter at the forefront of Jaime's mind. 

Y/N was somewhere in the Stark camp where they currently resided, in a tent with her twin, helping him to plan his next move against the Lannister army. Her army, technically. But Jaime could not bring himself to feel betrayed by his wife.

Circumstances were circumstances, family was family, and Jaime Lannister understood that better than anyone. 

Brienne of Tarth stared down her nose at the Lion. He was smaller up close. Not in stature, as he stood over six feet, but in general. The stories made Jaime Lannister the Kingslayer sound like a creature, a monster, some terrifying yet glorious, ethereal being. But the man in front of Brienne was human. A vile human, but a human nonetheless. 

Jaime spoke, his eyes never leaving Lady Catelyns. "So many vows. They make you swear and swear and for what?" 

Jaime's mind whispered, answering his own question. For honor. For safety. For family. For Y/N. For things you could never hope to deserve.

"Obey your father, obey the king, be loyal to the king, protect the innocent, defend the weak. But what if your father despises the king? What if the king massacres the innocent? It's too much." 

Catelyn features didn't do well to hide her disgust. The Tully's along with the Starks and all of the North practiced honor. They lived with honor, they fought with honor. Jaime Lannister was unassociated with the word. 

"And anyways, I haven't forsaken the vow I made to your daughter, now have I?"

Catelyn tensed as the mention of Y/N fell from his lips. 

"Don't you dare bring her into this. Those men out there want your head and I have half of a mind to bring it to them." 

Jaime ignored her threat, continuing on about his wife. "Why should I leave Y/N out of this? She is the Lady Lannister now. 'From this day until my last day', we said. It was quite beautiful. I'm sorry you had to miss it." 

Brienne stepped forward to defend her new ladyship. "And your last day is coming, Lannister." 

Jaime just held his smirk in place, although he wasn't sure it was visible though the layers of grime on his skin. 

"Do tell my darling wife to come visit me. She is the only person in this camp who keeps me company and I miss her dearly." 

Y/N had visited Jaime a handful of times since his capture. Her visits were always filled with off-handed spite and vague anger, but Jaime enjoyed her visits. They were progress in his eyes and Jaime gained more and more hope for their future every time Y/N granted him a smile. 

"Anyways, where did you find that she-beast?" 

Catelyn narrowed her eyes. 

"Brienne is a truer knight than you will ever be, Kingslayer." 

Jaime rolled his own eyes, his face not betraying the twinge of hurt that gripped his heart whenever someone called him Kingslayer to his face. 

"Kingslayer," Jaime scoffed. "What a king he was. Here's to Aerys Targaryen, Second of his name, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the realm." Jaime's smirk made it's way back onto his face. "Holder of the sword I shoved through his back." 

Catelyn's expression remained passive, as did Brienne's. Their faces did nothing to give way to the disgust they felt, nor the quiet agreement. Aerys had been a mad-man, intent on letting Westeros burn before giving up the throne. But, no matter how vile he had been, the Kingslayer had still broken his vow to protect the King with his life.

"You are a man without honor." 

Jaime was quiet for a moment.

"You know, I had never been with any woman but Cersei until I married Y/N. I hadn't been with Cersei in years, almost five, when we came to Winterfell. Even then, five years with nothing, I let the poor young thing wait until she was comfortable enough to let me between her legs." 

Jaime wished the words would stop coming, stop pouring from his mouth. He was dishonoring his wife with every word. He wished his entire force of being that he would stop, but he kept going. The ease with which Jaime said these things told him that this had been his façade for far too long. That he had been on Cersei’s leash for far too long.

"So, in my own way, I have more honor than poor old dead Ned. What's the name of the bastard that he fathered? Snow?" 

Jaime saw the way Catelyn tensed and knew that he had found a sore spot. "You hated that boy, didn't you? A constant reminder that the honorable Lord Eddard Stark fucked another woman." 

Catelyn demanded Brienne hand over her sword, and the knight hesitantly obeyed. 

Lady Stark brought the sword to Jaime's neck, eyes narrowed. She held it there, the cool metal pressing against Jaime's skin in silent threat before she lowered it. 

"If Y/N weren't with your child, I'd have your head, Kingslayer." 

Jaime's mask crumbled, his eyes widening. He strained against his chains as though Y/N were right in front of him 

"Y/N is with child?" 

Catelyn nodded, she and Brienne preparing to leave the cell. 

"A child that hopefully never has the displeasure of meeting its father."

[brujalatina]

loyalty | 01

☆ pairing: yoongi x reader

☆ genre: angst, pining, jealousy, fluff, humor, future smut. producer au; reader is a model and a thotty lol

☆ word count: 3k

summary: First impressions are always important, and Yoongi never thought he’d be falling head over heels for you and your promiscuity. The problem was, you didn’t Do dating, nor desired it, and neither did he, until he met you.

→ part 01. → part 02.

a/n: this is for my black ‘n brown, not-skinny, curly-haired hoes cuz i’m tired of reading fics where the reader is described with white features and my black pussy can’t relate! :)) lmk what y’all think. also listen to loyalty by kendrick lamar ft. rihanna i think the song is fitting for this fic

Yoongi had never been a fan of parties. Really, he hated them.

They were messy, loud, and took time away from work. The time spent at a party was the time he could have been spending in his studio working on the production of a new piece of music. Parties deterred him from working, and as someone who was completely dedicated and committed to his music, he hated it.

Parties weren’t all bad, though. It allowed for Yoongi to form connections with other people within the music industry for opportunities to collaborate with them, or to form connections people involved with major media outlets that would help him gain more exposure (not that he needed any more than he already had). That is, if these connections weren’t wasted enough to carry a proper conversation regarding work at a party, which was almost rare. Sometimes Yoongi was lucky enough to make these connections at parties, but more often than not, people were too shit-faced to function.

Taking a swig of his Jack Daniel’s, Yoongi sighed as he tore his eyes away from potential connections among the crowd of dancing bodies and brought his attention back towards the song notebook he carried with him everywhere. In the midst of the party he had been attending, he was working on ideas for a new song he had promised he would help his friend and colleague, Hoseok, with. He was the reason he had been attending the party anyways—to form new connections, but most importantly, to have fun. Hoseok knew Yoongi almost rarely stepped out of his studio at home, so he dragged his best friend out to party at a club he had rented with the excuse of working on a new song between drinks. He felt that he had been doing Yoongi a favor by coercing him into attending this party, and Yoongi had always been weak for his best friend, so he no choice but to cave in. Needless to say, Yoongi was regretting allowing Hoseok to convince him to leave his studio for the party.

A large hand gripped Yoongi’s shoulder as they shoved their face in front of Yoongi’s, smile as bright as ever. “Hi! Sorry, I’m back.”

“Hobi,” Yoongi said, unamused. “You sure took your time.”

Removing his hand from Yoongi’s shoulder, he took a seat next to his best friend and ordered a drink, then turned to face him. “I was catching up with one of my party guests for the longest time, hadn’t seen him in a few months.” As he spoke, he spotted Yoongi’s notebook on the bar counter. “I told you to come have fun, not work.” He frowned.

Yoongi massaged his temples, annoyance clear in his features from not being able to work on the task at hand due to the heavy music resounding in the loft. “I know, but I wanted to get a head start on that song of yours that you’re stuck on.”

Hoseok smiled at this, touched that his best friend was taking his work so seriously for his sake, but not at all surprised. Yoongi took music, in general, quite seriously. “And I appreciate that—I do! but we can work on that tomorrow. Tonight, I want you to relax. You need it.”

Hoseok was right, when was the last time he had taken a break from work? Yoongi would have guessed that New Year’s Eve had been the last time he spent more than 24 hours outside of his studio, spending the holiday with his family instead. Not even on his birthday a month ago had he taken a break from work. He held so much love and dedication for his job that he felt he didn’t need breaks. Like people felt at peace through mediation, producing music made him feel euphoric and accomplished, and the feeling was addicting. Still, he did have to admit that the dark circles under his eyes from long nights working in his studio had only become darker. His weight had been reducing as well from skipped meals and his doctor had already reprimanded him for his malnutrition. Yes, Hoseok was absolutely right about him, as usual. He needed to take a break for once. Yoongi nodded and downed the rest of his drink. “Fine, you’re right. I’ll take a break. Just for tonight.”

Hoseok’s face beamed, relishing in the fact that Yoongi was being complacent with him, yet again. “Ok! Before anything, there are a few people here I’d like to introduce you to.” Hoseok grabbed Yoongi’s arm and pulled him into the crowd of bodies that were either dancing or were engaged in conversation over the blaring music, introducing Yoongi to some new artists that had recently entered the music industry.

As Yoongi and Hoseok continued to search for more people to mingle with, Hoseok changed directions upon spotting a familiar curly head of hair in the distance and began walking towards it while Yoongi followed.

She had been leaving one of the empty rooms in the club, pulling down the ends of her red, deep, v-neck bodycon dress that had risen considerably over her thick thighs, almost exposing her entire ass, and then pulled her dress straps over her shoulder and adjusted her breasts in the least undisguised form possible. A man left the room behind her, they exchanged a few words—he was visibly upset—and she rolled her eyes at him as she shooed him away with her hand.

Hoseok walked up to her as Yoongi followed by his side. “Hey, Y/N! How are you doing?”

You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug in which he had quickly and warmly returned. “I’m great. Thanks for the invite, babe. It’s been some time since I’ve gone to a party with people that are...worth the while, if you get what I mean.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes at you, understanding what you had insinuated. “From what I just saw, it looked like you didn’t like him, though?”

You shrugged. “He was good, but I don’t like when guys get clingy and start asking when they can see me again. Not that fast, at least. Pathetic.”

He laughed heartily at this, you were the same Y/N as usual—talking shit about the men you fucked.

As you and Hoseok talked about your sexual activity right in front of Yoongi, Yoongi, who had been standing beside Hoseok the entire time, had been long forgotten. While listening to your conversation had been rather amusing, he cleared his throat to remind Hoseok of his presence, which seemed to do the trick.

“Oh, right, Y/N, this is my friend, SUGA PD,” he gestured to Yoongi. “SUGA, this is my friend, Y/N.”

For the first time that night, Yoongi’s eyes locked with yours, and to him, it felt as though your brown irises were piercing into his flesh. Hoseok had mentioned a Y/N in the past—you were one of his closest friends, so naturally, your name came up occasionally in conversation. Based on what Hoseok had already told him about you, you were a model under their rival company but had recently switched to model under Hoseok and Yoongi’s company. Although the two of you were close friends, Hoseok had previously described you as, “so beautiful it hurts”, and “to die for”. Back then, Yoongi thought his friend had been exaggerating, which was not unusual on his part, but damn, the guy wasn’t kidding. You weren’t just beautiful, your beauty was enthralling—not to mention how cool he thought you were for having a tattoo of hands holding constellations on your right forearm. From head to toe, you were stunning and exuded a powerful aura that radiated confidence and made Yoongi’s spine tingle. Knowing your profession as a model, having some semblance of self-confidence was expected, but in that short moment he had met you, he knew yours exceeded the expected—not that he found anything wrong with that, it was just rare. This was the feature he found most captivating about you.

“Right, the famous SUGA PD. I have some of your music. It’s pretty tight.” You extended your hand to shake Yoongi’s, which had already been ready to shake yours before you suddenly retracted your hand and settled for a small wave while smiling sheepishly. It was then when Yoongi guessed you had avoided shaking hands with him because you had been using your hands for...other things that had taken place in the empty room just a few minutes prior. He took no offense to this and instead felt gratitude.

“Thank you,” he said, both in regards to your compliment and for your kind gesture in regards to sanitation. “Hoseok has mentioned you a few times,” he added, earning a light punch from Hoseok for exposing him.

You chuckled while curling a strand of hair around your finger, “All good things, I hope.” You weren’t going to lie, Yoongi was cute. You had seen him in pictures and in his music videos, but from up close he was fine. A fine ass piece of a man with beautiful, beautiful teeth. His skincare game was strong, too, which was something you both liked and admired in a person.

“I mean, I don’t have anything bad to say about you, Y/N. Especially since I know you’d kick my ass if I talked badly about you.” Hoseok scratched the back of his head, recalling a time in which you had, in fact, kicked his ass for drunkenly telling a mutual friend—who snitched on him to you, by the way—that you smelled like dick.

You clicked your tongue, recalling that time as well. “Talk shit, get hit. You know how it is.” You both laughed. “I’m under the same company as the both of you now. The company I was in treated me like complete shit, which I don’t take well, so I bounced.” Yoongi arched a brow, so you continued. “I mean, I was getting good money, but they talked down to me, which is an immediate strike in my book. I went off on this one dude in the company who thought he was big shit and said I was lacking, so I told him his dick was lacking, grody, and that it was a damn shame that he only lasted five minutes that one time I sucked him off, so he threatened to have me fired, but then I flipped him off and quit right on the spot.” You ended with a shrug and Yoongi’s mouth, as well as Hoseok’s, had fallen agape. Their eyes were wide with disbelief.

Yoongi was surprised by how frank you were being with him, considering how the both of you had only just met. You were sharp-tongued, smart-mouthed, vivacious, witty, and carried yourself with a confidence anyone would envy. Not forgetting to mention you were exhilarating in every form possible, from your beautiful curls, to your curvaceous body. It was especially your self-confidence and the way you carried yourself that had been enrapturing to him and probably to many others. Yoongi couldn’t help but feel goosebumps being in your very presence.

Hoseok, on the other hand, was accustomed to your antics. “Y/N...Jesus. I want to say I can’t believe it, but that was so Y/N-esque of you.” He shook his head as he clicked his tongue.

“What the fuck,” Yoongi blurted out. He hadn’t said much before—he had already been so tired from interacting with the other party guests that he had very little energy for social interaction left in him, so during the time he had met you, he had only uttered a few words. But for some reason, he suddenly felt like asking you a million-and-one questions. In the short time he had met you, he realized you were very interesting. And yeah, a lot of people are interesting, however, not to sound cliché, but you had something about you that stuck out to him. “He deserved that shit, honestly. I’m glad you told him off. Shit, I would have too. I think you’ll like it much better under our company.”

“‘What the fuck’ is right,” you laughed louder than usual, surprised by Yoongi’s sudden change in demeanor. You could tell he had gained a sudden interest, but was apprehensive to press on further about the subject. He was really cute and reserved, you noted, and his sudden change in behavior was also cute. “I hope so, hopping from company to company is fucking tiring.”

“Well, depends on what type of company you’re referring to,” Hoseok joked, earning an eye roll and a scoff from both you and Yoongi at the same time, which you both immediately caught and snickered over together. Hoseok’s eyebrow perked up at this interaction.  

“Anyways, I promised my friends I’d get plastered with them tonight and should probably go and find them. We’ll probably be seeing each other more often now, so take care of me,” You sing-songed and winked at Yoongi, earning a small, amused smirk from him in return.

“I will. It was nice meeting you, Y/N.” He smiled warmly, showing you those beautiful teeth again. This time, his smile was different. You knew he had taken an interest in you, but that wasn’t new for you. You had to admit, you were an interesting, complex person. But the way his demeanor had suddenly changed into something more charming had caught you slightly off-guard.

“Nice meeting you, too, Sugar.” You hugged him this time and didn’t miss how his body went rigid under your touch. “See you later, Hoseok.” You hugged Hoseok as well, adding a chaste kiss to his cheek.

Hoseok had grown accustomed to your hugs and cheek kisses throughout your friendship, so he thought nothing of it but knew Yoongi would probably ask questions later, considering the skinship he and you shared. “Call me if you need anything or if anything happens, ’kay?” He rubbed your back.

“Don’t worry, I’m a big girl. But thanks, babe.”

When you were out of sight, Yoongi still hadn’t moved from the spot where you had hugged him. You had left him, quite frankly, shook. When you hugged him, he noticed you smelled like roses and a hint of vanilla. And your arms, breasts, and torso pressed against him were warm, so warm, to the point where he almost missed your touch. You sent all of his senses on overdrive. He felt stupid for freezing up and not returning the hug and mentally chided himself—he had been in shock by the suddenness, after all. He also didn’t miss how you had called him “Sugar”, rather than “Suga”, in a way that resembled flirting.

Hoseok noticed Yoongi’s immobility and far-away expression. He was stunned. You had such a presence that it let everyone shaking in their boots, so Hoseok knew that his friend had been under your spell.

He put a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder and shook him lightly. “Yoongi, you okay?” He laughed.

Yoongi quickly snapped out of it and returned to a state of normalcy, dragging a hand over his face. “Yeah, I just—wow.”

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

“Incredible.”

Hoseok eyed his best friend carefully, it wasn’t always that Yoongi reacted so strongly to the presence or existence of a woman or man.

“She’s fucking hilarious and seems a bit intimidating, but she’s a good person and a great friend.” Yoongi nodded, not quite looking at Hoseok and once again drifting out of focus. “And she’s phenomenal in bed,” he added.

And Yoongi’s attention had returned, eyes snapping back to Hoseok. “You’ve had sex with her? Wait, so are you both a thing? She calls you ‘babe’.”

“Nah, we’re best friends who had sex together once, well, maybe twice and I kind of had feelings for her for some time? but she made it clear that she doesn’t date, just prefers to sleep around.” Hoseok noticed the way Yoongi held his attention onto him, the faint look of hope that had flashed in his eyes diminishing. A sigh escaped Hoseok’s lips. “Unless you just want sex, don’t even look at her, Yoongi.”

Yoongi felt a bit disappointed knowing this fact, and for what? He didn’t date either and had decided to instead dedicate his time and expend his energy into his music, at least until he felt ready to date. The people he had dated in the past had used him for his money and fame, and left him wallowing in his own hurt. The people he had dated prior to his fame had used him for his kindness and then fucked him over. These instances that had left him wounded had made him apprehensive of romantic relationships. And who knew which kind of person you would be? What he did know was that he couldn’t take the risk of finding out. When things went well with someone, his apprehension and self-doubt would get the best of him and he would end things before they got serious. Besides, he knew that he would be far too occupied with his own work to have a proper and fair relationship with his significant other. If he was going to be with someone, he wanted to give his all into their relationship; they didn’t deserve having to wait around for him, they didn’t deserve to be dragged into a relationship that was tedious and disappointing. Dating you was out of the question anyways, considering you only messed around. No matter how interesting, hilarious, or enrapturing you had been, it just was not possible. Besides, even if you did date, Yoongi would have probably fucked up somehow and chickened out along the way of trying to become something with you like he usually did with the women and men he felt attraction to. Dating was scary. Why was he even thinking about this in the first place?

He shook the thought of dating out of his head. “I need a shot.” He decided.

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loyalty | 01

☆ pairing: yoongi x reader

☆ genre: angst, pining, jealousy, fluff, humor, future smut. producer au; reader is a model and a thotty lol

☆ word count: 3k

summary: First impressions are always important, and Yoongi never thought he’d be falling head over heels for you and your promiscuity. The problem was, you didn’t Do dating, nor desired it, and neither did he, until he met you.

→ part 01. → part 02.

a/n: this is for my black ‘n brown, not-skinny, curly-haired hoes cuz i’m tired of reading fics where the reader is described with white features and my black pussy can’t relate! :)) lmk what y’all think. also listen to loyalty by kendrick lamar ft. rihanna i think the song is fitting for this fic

Yoongi had never been a fan of parties. Really, he hated them.

They were messy, loud, and took time away from work. The time spent at a party was the time he could have been spending in his studio working on the production of a new piece of music. Parties deterred him from working, and as someone who was completely dedicated and committed to his music, he hated it.

Parties weren’t all bad, though. It allowed for Yoongi to form connections with other people within the music industry for opportunities to collaborate with them, or to form connections people involved with major media outlets that would help him gain more exposure (not that he needed any more than he already had). That is, if these connections weren’t wasted enough to carry a proper conversation regarding work at a party, which was almost rare. Sometimes Yoongi was lucky enough to make these connections at parties, but more often than not, people were too shit-faced to function.

Taking a swig of his Jack Daniel’s, Yoongi sighed as he tore his eyes away from potential connections among the crowd of dancing bodies and brought his attention back towards the song notebook he carried with him everywhere. In the midst of the party he had been attending, he was working on ideas for a new song he had promised he would help his friend and colleague, Hoseok, with. He was the reason he had been attending the party anyways—to form new connections, but most importantly, to have fun. Hoseok knew Yoongi almost rarely stepped out of his studio at home, so he dragged his best friend out to party at a club he had rented with the excuse of working on a new song between drinks. He felt that he had been doing Yoongi a favor by coercing him into attending this party, and Yoongi had always been weak for his best friend, so he no choice but to cave in. Needless to say, Yoongi was regretting allowing Hoseok to convince him to leave his studio for the party.

A large hand gripped Yoongi’s shoulder as they shoved their face in front of Yoongi’s, smile as bright as ever. “Hi! Sorry, I’m back.”

“Hobi,” Yoongi said, unamused. “You sure took your time.”

Removing his hand from Yoongi’s shoulder, he took a seat next to his best friend and ordered a drink, then turned to face him. “I was catching up with one of my party guests for the longest time, hadn’t seen him in a few months.” As he spoke, he spotted Yoongi’s notebook on the bar counter. “I told you to come have fun, not work.” He frowned.

Yoongi massaged his temples, annoyance clear in his features from not being able to work on the task at hand due to the heavy music resounding in the loft. “I know, but I wanted to get a head start on that song of yours that you’re stuck on.”

Hoseok smiled at this, touched that his best friend was taking his work so seriously for his sake, but not at all surprised. Yoongi took music, in general, quite seriously. “And I appreciate that—I do! but we can work on that tomorrow. Tonight, I want you to relax. You need it.”

Hoseok was right, when was the last time he had taken a break from work? Yoongi would have guessed that New Year’s Eve had been the last time he spent more than 24 hours outside of his studio, spending the holiday with his family instead. Not even on his birthday a month ago had he taken a break from work. He held so much love and dedication for his job that he felt he didn’t need breaks. Like people felt at peace through mediation, producing music made him feel euphoric and accomplished, and the feeling was addicting. Still, he did have to admit that the dark circles under his eyes from long nights working in his studio had only become darker. His weight had been reducing as well from skipped meals and his doctor had already reprimanded him for his malnutrition. Yes, Hoseok was absolutely right about him, as usual. He needed to take a break for once. Yoongi nodded and downed the rest of his drink. “Fine, you’re right. I’ll take a break. Just for tonight.”

Hoseok’s face beamed, relishing in the fact that Yoongi was being complacent with him, yet again. “Ok! Before anything, there are a few people here I’d like to introduce you to.” Hoseok grabbed Yoongi’s arm and pulled him into the crowd of bodies that were either dancing or were engaged in conversation over the blaring music, introducing Yoongi to some new artists that had recently entered the music industry.

As Yoongi and Hoseok continued to search for more people to mingle with, Hoseok changed directions upon spotting a familiar curly head of hair in the distance and began walking towards it while Yoongi followed.

She had been leaving one of the empty rooms in the club, pulling down the ends of her red, deep, v-neck bodycon dress that had risen considerably over her thick thighs, almost exposing her entire ass, and then pulled her dress straps over her shoulder and adjusted her breasts in the least undisguised form possible. A man left the room behind her, they exchanged a few words—he was visibly upset—and she rolled her eyes at him as she shooed him away with her hand.

Hoseok walked up to her as Yoongi followed by his side. “Hey, Y/N! How are you doing?”

You smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug in which he had quickly and warmly returned. “I’m great. Thanks for the invite, babe. It’s been some time since I’ve gone to a party with people that are...worth the while, if you get what I mean.”

Hoseok rolled his eyes at you, understanding what you had insinuated. “From what I just saw, it looked like you didn’t like him, though?”

You shrugged. “He was good, but I don’t like when guys get clingy and start asking when they can see me again. Not that fast, at least. Pathetic.”

He laughed heartily at this, you were the same Y/N as usual—talking shit about the men you fucked.

As you and Hoseok talked about your sexual activity right in front of Yoongi, Yoongi, who had been standing beside Hoseok the entire time, had been long forgotten. While listening to your conversation had been rather amusing, he cleared his throat to remind Hoseok of his presence, which seemed to do the trick.

“Oh, right, Y/N, this is my friend, SUGA PD,” he gestured to Yoongi. “SUGA, this is my friend, Y/N.”

For the first time that night, Yoongi’s eyes locked with yours, and to him, it felt as though your brown irises were piercing into his flesh. Hoseok had mentioned a Y/N in the past—you were one of his closest friends, so naturally, your name came up occasionally in conversation. Based on what Hoseok had already told him about you, you were a model under their rival company but had recently switched to model under Hoseok and Yoongi’s company. Although the two of you were close friends, Hoseok had previously described you as, “so beautiful it hurts”, and “to die for”. Back then, Yoongi thought his friend had been exaggerating, which was not unusual on his part, but damn, the guy wasn’t kidding. You weren’t just beautiful, your beauty was enthralling—not to mention how cool he thought you were for having a tattoo of hands holding constellations on your right forearm. From head to toe, you were stunning and exuded a powerful aura that radiated confidence and made Yoongi’s spine tingle. Knowing your profession as a model, having some semblance of self-confidence was expected, but in that short moment he had met you, he knew yours exceeded the expected—not that he found anything wrong with that, it was just rare. This was the feature he found most captivating about you.

“Right, the famous SUGA PD. I have some of your music. It’s pretty tight.” You extended your hand to shake Yoongi’s, which had already been ready to shake yours before you suddenly retracted your hand and settled for a small wave while smiling sheepishly. It was then when Yoongi guessed you had avoided shaking hands with him because you had been using your hands for...other things that had taken place in the empty room just a few minutes prior. He took no offense to this and instead felt gratitude.

“Thank you,” he said, both in regards to your compliment and for your kind gesture in regards to sanitation. “Hoseok has mentioned you a few times,” he added, earning a light punch from Hoseok for exposing him.

You chuckled while curling a strand of hair around your finger, “All good things, I hope.” You weren’t going to lie, Yoongi was cute. You had seen him in pictures and in his music videos, but from up close he was fine. A fine ass piece of a man with beautiful, beautiful teeth. His skincare game was strong, too, which was something you both liked and admired in a person.

“I mean, I don’t have anything bad to say about you, Y/N. Especially since I know you’d kick my ass if I talked badly about you.” Hoseok scratched the back of his head, recalling a time in which you had, in fact, kicked his ass for drunkenly telling a mutual friend—who snitched on him to you, by the way—that you smelled like dick.

You clicked your tongue, recalling that time as well. “Talk shit, get hit. You know how it is.” You both laughed. “I’m under the same company as the both of you now. The company I was in treated me like complete shit, which I don’t take well, so I bounced.” Yoongi arched a brow, so you continued. “I mean, I was getting good money, but they talked down to me, which is an immediate strike in my book. I went off on this one dude in the company who thought he was big shit and said I was lacking, so I told him his dick was lacking, grody, and that it was a damn shame that he only lasted five minutes that one time I sucked him off, so he threatened to have me fired, but then I flipped him off and quit right on the spot.” You ended with a shrug and Yoongi’s mouth, as well as Hoseok’s, had fallen agape. Their eyes were wide with disbelief.

Yoongi was surprised by how frank you were being with him, considering how the both of you had only just met. You were sharp-tongued, smart-mouthed, vivacious, witty, and carried yourself with a confidence anyone would envy. Not forgetting to mention you were exhilarating in every form possible, from your beautiful curls, to your curvaceous body. It was especially your self-confidence and the way you carried yourself that had been enrapturing to him and probably to many others. Yoongi couldn’t help but feel goosebumps being in your very presence.

Hoseok, on the other hand, was accustomed to your antics. “Y/N...Jesus. I want to say I can’t believe it, but that was so Y/N-esque of you.” He shook his head as he clicked his tongue.

“What the fuck,” Yoongi blurted out. He hadn’t said much before—he had already been so tired from interacting with the other party guests that he had very little energy for social interaction left in him, so during the time he had met you, he had only uttered a few words. But for some reason, he suddenly felt like asking you a million-and-one questions. In the short time he had met you, he realized you were very interesting. And yeah, a lot of people are interesting, however, not to sound cliché, but you had something about you that stuck out to him. “He deserved that shit, honestly. I’m glad you told him off. Shit, I would have too. I think you’ll like it much better under our company.”

“‘What the fuck’ is right,” you laughed louder than usual, surprised by Yoongi’s sudden change in demeanor. You could tell he had gained a sudden interest, but was apprehensive to press on further about the subject. He was really cute and reserved, you noted, and his sudden change in behavior was also cute. “I hope so, hopping from company to company is fucking tiring.”

“Well, depends on what type of company you’re referring to,” Hoseok joked, earning an eye roll and a scoff from both you and Yoongi at the same time, which you both immediately caught and snickered over together. Hoseok’s eyebrow perked up at this interaction.  

“Anyways, I promised my friends I’d get plastered with them tonight and should probably go and find them. We’ll probably be seeing each other more often now, so take care of me,” You sing-songed and winked at Yoongi, earning a small, amused smirk from him in return.

“I will. It was nice meeting you, Y/N.” He smiled warmly, showing you those beautiful teeth again. This time, his smile was different. You knew he had taken an interest in you, but that wasn’t new for you. You had to admit, you were an interesting, complex person. But the way his demeanor had suddenly changed into something more charming had caught you slightly off-guard.

“Nice meeting you, too, Sugar.” You hugged him this time and didn’t miss how his body went rigid under your touch. “See you later, Hoseok.” You hugged Hoseok as well, adding a chaste kiss to his cheek.

Hoseok had grown accustomed to your hugs and cheek kisses throughout your friendship, so he thought nothing of it but knew Yoongi would probably ask questions later, considering the skinship he and you shared. “Call me if you need anything or if anything happens, ’kay?” He rubbed your back.

“Don’t worry, I’m a big girl. But thanks, babe.”

When you were out of sight, Yoongi still hadn’t moved from the spot where you had hugged him. You had left him, quite frankly, shook. When you hugged him, he noticed you smelled like roses and a hint of vanilla. And your arms, breasts, and torso pressed against him were warm, so warm, to the point where he almost missed your touch. You sent all of his senses on overdrive. He felt stupid for freezing up and not returning the hug and mentally chided himself—he had been in shock by the suddenness, after all. He also didn’t miss how you had called him “Sugar”, rather than “Suga”, in a way that resembled flirting.

Hoseok noticed Yoongi’s immobility and far-away expression. He was stunned. You had such a presence that it let everyone shaking in their boots, so Hoseok knew that his friend had been under your spell.

He put a hand on Yoongi’s shoulder and shook him lightly. “Yoongi, you okay?” He laughed.

Yoongi quickly snapped out of it and returned to a state of normalcy, dragging a hand over his face. “Yeah, I just—wow.”

“She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

“Incredible.”

Hoseok eyed his best friend carefully, it wasn’t always that Yoongi reacted so strongly to the presence or existence of a woman or man.

“She’s fucking hilarious and seems a bit intimidating, but she’s a good person and a great friend.” Yoongi nodded, not quite looking at Hoseok and once again drifting out of focus. “And she’s phenomenal in bed,” he added.

And Yoongi’s attention had returned, eyes snapping back to Hoseok. “You’ve had sex with her? Wait, so are you both a thing? She calls you ‘babe’.”

“Nah, we’re best friends who had sex together once, well, maybe twice and I kind of had feelings for her for some time? but she made it clear that she doesn’t date, just prefers to sleep around.” Hoseok noticed the way Yoongi held his attention onto him, the faint look of hope that had flashed in his eyes diminishing. A sigh escaped Hoseok’s lips. “Unless you just want sex, don’t even look at her, Yoongi.”

Yoongi felt a bit disappointed knowing this fact, and for what? He didn’t date either and had decided to instead dedicate his time and expend his energy into his music, at least until he felt ready to date. The people he had dated in the past had used him for his money and fame, and left him wallowing in his own hurt. The people he had dated prior to his fame had used him for his kindness and then fucked him over. These instances that had left him wounded had made him apprehensive of romantic relationships. And who knew which kind of person you would be? What he did know was that he couldn’t take the risk of finding out. When things went well with someone, his apprehension and self-doubt would get the best of him and he would end things before they got serious. Besides, he knew that he would be far too occupied with his own work to have a proper and fair relationship with his significant other. If he was going to be with someone, he wanted to give his all into their relationship; they didn’t deserve having to wait around for him, they didn’t deserve to be dragged into a relationship that was tedious and disappointing. Dating you was out of the question anyways, considering you only messed around. No matter how interesting, hilarious, or enrapturing you had been, it just was not possible. Besides, even if you did date, Yoongi would have probably fucked up somehow and chickened out along the way of trying to become something with you like he usually did with the women and men he felt attraction to. Dating was scary. Why was he even thinking about this in the first place?

He shook the thought of dating out of his head. “I need a shot.” He decided.