#IM GONNA THROW UP AND CRY AND SCREAM AND TWIRL MY HAIR

[stormyoceans]

Now that you've seen Vice Versa in it's entirety (multiple times), what's your favourite PuenTalay moment? Feel free to make a list if you can't choose just one ;)

FDKSGFKDGSFKJ GLAD YOU ALREADY GAVE ME THE OPTION FOR A BULLET POINT LIST BECAUSE THERE’S LITERALLY NO WAY I COULD EVER PICK ONLY ONE MOMENT i can give you a top 10 in cronological order and even that is gonna cost me blood sweat tears and whatever’s left of my sanity…. which admittedly is not a lot so HERE WE GO!!!!!

1. bathroom meeting in episode 1. truly the moment the blueprint the alpha and the omega the beginning and the end the genesis the impetus the single most scene of all time. talay is standing there with pee hands telling this famous actor he just met that he has a big head and puen is just giggling twirling his hair kicking his feet going ‘oh my god stoppp you’re soooo cute!!!!’ IM EMBARRASSED FOR BOTH OF THEM BUT MOST OF ALL FOR MYSELF FOR LOSING MY SANITY OVER THESE CLOWNS

2. NIVEA BATHTUB SCENE IN EPISODE 3 MY BELOVED. somehow this isn’t one of the most replayed parts of the episode and i have beef with people because of it. like yes, it’s a product placement. yes, it’s cheesy as hell. STILL!!!!!!! y’all are really telling me you DON’T need to be forcibly escorted into a padded room every time you hear puen say “if this can be used to wipe away dust, i should use it with your heart. i think your heart hasn’t been used in a long time”???????????? WISH THAT COULD BE ME i see puen using the cotton pad on talay’s chest and suddenly there’s an entire mental health crisis intervention team in my room pulling out the elephant tranquilizers to keep me sedated

3. bed scene at the end of episode 6. this scene knocks me flat on my ass every single time i look at it. it’s about the vulnerability and comfort of it all!!!!!! the way it parallels the scene in episode 4 in tun’s apartment where puen tells talay “one day, if there’s a problem or fear, you can tell me”!!!!!!! and talay does!!!!!!! and puen is there for him no questions asked!!!!!!! and then they’re holding on to each other and spooning and cuddling while my last half functioning braincell is holding on for dear life grip slipping fast and these fuckers haven't even confessed yet!!!!!! ep 6 was really the moment i started breaking apart at the seams and it shows

4. GREYLLERY CONFESSION IN EPISODE 8. LITERALLY NO WORDS JUST SCREAMING SHAKING CRYING THROWING UP SPINNING COUNTERCLOCKWISE ON THE FLOOR WAILING. look i know im biased but if you don't think this is one of the best confession scenes in the history of television you're just lying to yourself. the fact that it happens when the lights are out to emphasize that their feelings aren't about the bodies they inhabit but about who they are????? talay cupping puen's face as if he's holding the most precious thing in the world in his hands????? puen being so overwhelmed with emotions he needs to grab talay's wrist to ground himself????? THE KISS PARALLELING THE ONE IN EP 4????? the tear falling down puen's cheek and the ear graze and the hand at the small of talay's back just enveloping him completely?????? I NEED THE HEAT DEATH OF THE UNIVERSE TO TAKE ME NOW

5. the entire beach reconciliation in episode 9. i feel like this moment is a bit underrated and yet if someone asked me to pick a scene that perfectly sums up the puentalay dynamic i think this is the one i’d go for, because it really shows the one thing that sets them apart from all the other pairings to me, which is the willingness they have to make things better and try to understand each other. any argument they have never lasts too long because they love and need and care about each other so much that they’re always ready to set aside their pride and come together to work things out. im not even kidding when i say they’re the kings of communication!!!!! i also think that we as a fandom should talk more about puen calling talay’s name being enough to stop talay from having a panic attack and puen not knowing that talay drowned but still understanding that something was wrong. THE ROMANCE THE CONNECTION THE LOVE

6. THE HAT SCENE IN EPISODE 9 AKA THE SINGLE MOST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME. i know i say that a lot but THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING THAT COULD EVER HAPPEN THAT WOULD BE MORE THAN THIS. like do you get chills every time you rewatch this scene or are you normal!!!!!!! i swear puen's face alone is enough to have me committed to the psych ward, especially the moment right after talay admits he is falling for him. i simply wanna know what the directions for jimmy were here.... look awestruck to the point of reverence?????? look undone overcome and made whole again in the span of 2.8 seconds??????? he is giving adoration tenderness wonderment devotion love and im giving rabid animal frothing at the mouth clawing at the walls of her enclosure

7. NOM NOM SCENE IN EPISODE 10. head in hands about to partake in fits of female hysteria any time i remember this scene was improvised. i honestly don’t know what to do with that knowledge. this is the one scene we were all looking forward to since the trailer dropped, what made me think ‘oh, maybe these two will actually be good together’, my most favorite thing about puentalay (along with how good they are at communication) which is the playful nature of their relationship and the genuine fun they seem to have with each other.... and it’s all because of jimmy and sea. when your lead actors are so comfortable with each other they spontaneously come up with THEE most boyfriend thing i’ve ever seen!!!!!! we do not engage in parasocial relationships in this house but i owe them my life

8. THEE Reunion™ in episode 11. i genuinely can't have more than surface level thoughts about this scene or else i'll actually go insane and not like quirky funny insane, but like isabelle adjani in the tunnel scene from possession insane. there are just not enough words to properly convey the sheer incomprehensible immensity of everything happening here. the heartache the longing the realization the relief the comfort the tenderness the understanding the joy the love. truly changed the trajectory of my life my outlook my values the very foundations of my personhood i will never be the same

9. kitchen scene at the beginning of episode 12. yet another scene i can't think about for too long otherwise i start dying from multiple organ failure. i've never seen two people be more domestic in love and enamored with each other in my entire life like THE BACK HUG????? “WHATEVER COMES FROM YOU IS SO GOOD”????? PUEN’S HANDS ON TALAY’S WAIST????? TALAY CUPPING PUEN’S FACE LIKE HE DID IN THE GREYLLERY CONFESSION????? “I THANK YOU TOO FOR BEING BORN SO THAT I COULD LOVE YOU”????? FOUR KISSES IN A SINGLE SCENE????? this is how the rest of their lives is gonna look like and im honestly too mentally unwell to process any of it

10. ending scene in episode 12. PEOPLE DIED BECAUSE OF THIS SCENE!!!!!!! it’s me. im people. and i swear it’s not just because of horny puen, but because it’s seriously the most perfect ending they could have ever given them. the two of them fixing the RV together parallels the scene in ep 6 where they did the same in the alternate universe, and they actually gave us a visual representation of their journey and of how much their relationship has grown through the pink trumpet tree: what was once a small potted plant is now a 25-meter-tall tree with strong roots that won’t ever be moved, just like their love. they painted each other’s life pink forever and i will be on my death bed surrounded by nurses and my last words will be i would die for puentalay and then i will die for real!!!!!!!!!!!  

[CURRENTLY THROWING UP BLOOD BECAUSE I HAD TO LEAVE OUT SO MANY MOMENTS like the pinky promise and helmet scene in ep 3????? everything in ep 4????? the snow scene in ep 5????? the 12.960 minutes/777.600 seconds scene in ep 6????? the reconciliation in ep 7????? everything else in ep 8????? the “we got to see the same moon” and the river bank scenes in ep 12????? IMAGINE WINNING SO MUCH THAT A TOP 10 ISN’T NEARLY ENOUGH]

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death valley (m) | part 3

summary: welcome to death valley. once you’re in, there’s no telling whether you’ll make it out alive. a summer internship turns wild with blurry nights of dangerous men, dirty money, and extremely hot sex. you soon get caught in a savage game of greed, power and obsession, only to find out that you are the grand prize 

pairing: ot7 x f.reader smut ft: gangster!taehyung x reader, rockstar!jimin x reader, fighter!namjoon x reader

genre: smut. yandere. mystery. thriller. gang!au rockstar!au fightclub!au

wordcount: 9.4k (it goes fast trust me)

warnings: multiple & explicit smut scenes, rough sex, obsessive / possessive / toxic behaviors, oral sex, daddy kink, mommy kink if you squint, glamorization of drug & alcohol use, a whole lot of blackmail, guns (no shooting), manipulation, coercion, illicit filming, post-workout shower sex, choking, cursing, car accident, major character injury, dom!jimin, switch!taehyung, sub!namjoon, reader needs a fucking nap

a/n: NO BC THE ROLLING STONE COVER IS PERFECT FOR THIS FIC??? like its so spot on to this aesthetic. thank you all SO MUCH for the support, a few of you sent me the sweetest messages - they really make my day & inspire me to work harder on this story <3 three smut scenes in one part? yall....damn. (the last one is the best. my fav jimin scene yet) sorry for posting late im just insecure about my writing lol

part 0 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | finale (lite) | finale (dark) part 11 | part 12 | part 13 | series navi | masterlist |

Smoke diffused from Jimin’s chapped lips. His foot was tapping repeatedly, he was running out of patience. His penthouse seemed so empty without you these days. He hadn’t had you in a while and he was craving a release. He set his cigarette down on a small ashtray to his side, leaning forward.

“I want her now” He snapped, reaching onto the coffee table in front of him to grab his revolver. He looked down the barrel briefly and his jaw stiffened. His eyes then raised as he pointed the gun at a man standing in front of him patiently. “Where is she?”

“Taehyung has gone to retrieve her for you. Shouldn’t be long now” The man spoke, fear evident in his trembling voice. Jimin flashed a teethy grin, his attention back to his gun, twirling it around his fingers.

A phone began to buzz. Jimin rolled his eyes, setting the gun down and picking up his cell besides it. It was Taehyung.

“What?” Jimin grumbled.

“Yeah she’s not home. Hasn’t been all night. But you know who is in her apartment right now—you’re gonna get a kick out of this” Taehyung’s amused voice made Jimin tilt his head with irritation. He was not in the mood for his games. “The street rat”

Jimin’s heart sank, followed by an overwhelming feeling of jealousy seeping through his veins. He clenched his fists. “Taehyung, cut his fucking fingers off if he so much as touches her.” Taehyung laughed, “Do I sound like I’m joking Taehyung?”

“Yeah yeah whatever. Go work on your music, I’ll find her” Jimin hung up abruptly, elbows on his knees as he hung his head down in frustration. He screamed, throwing his phone as hard as he could onto the tiled floors. His fingers ran up his face, clenching the ends of his hair as he began to cry.

He fucked up. He messed up everything. He shouldn’t have threatened you—you probably hated him. You were supposed to be his fan. You were obsessed with him weren’t you? Did you love Jungkook now? You must after all Jungkook was an attractive guy, had money, and you probably didn’t know enough about him to know how dangerous he was. None of it mattered, Jimin wasn’t ready to let you go. He just got a taste, how could you leave now? Tears rolled down his face as he sobbed out.

Taking a deep breath, he attempted to calm himself down. It was his fault. He was too fucked up and it scared you—that had to be it. Deep down he knows that he was too rough with you. He so badly wants to taste your pretty lips but he’s scared. He’s never been good with emotions, and hates that he gets so high when he’s around you.

Taehyung had suggested he should stay away from you right from that night you had passed out in front of him, but Jimin didn’t listen. What does he know anyway? Fucking bitch. Jimin pursed his lips. You didn’t remember that night. You didn’t remember what all you saw after you came to, but he did. He was gonna be better. He was gonna win you back. He grabbed a notebook and pen quickly and began scribbling down lyrics as they came to him.

You almost screamed seeing Taehyung, but before you could he had you in a headlock, with a small knife pressed up to your neck as he kicked your door shut.

“Play along. I won’t hurt you” He mumbled into the back of your head as he turned you around. There, sitting on your couch was Jimin.

“Where were you?” Jimin was seething, eyes flared with rage. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t look high. He almost looked worried.“Why didn’t you come home last night?”

You rolled your eyes. This man’s sheer audacity made you want to kick him in the balls so hard. “Give me a fucking break. I’ve had a really rough few nights and I just want to take a fucking shower and go to work alright” You feel Taehyung slightly loosen his grip on you.

Jimin approached you slowly. “Do I need to remind you that I could fucking ruin you? Deal with your shit. Come over after work tomorrow or I send Yoongi the video” You glanced back at Taehyung who didn’t give you much of a reaction.

“No, I’m not fucking coming, and I want you to leave right now before I call the cops” You hear Taehyung giggle behind you. Jimin marched up to you and grabbed your neck harshly, Taehyung holding you still.

“Right. I heard that she talked to Kim Seokjin. Better fucking keep your mouth shut Y/n” Taehyung said casually. Jimin looked deep into your eyes, before clenching them shut as he steadied his breathing.

“Let’s go Taehyung. She’ll come, she’s not stupid” Jimin snapped his fingers.

“I’m right behind you boss, you go ahead” Taehyung released his hold. Jimin regarded you, a bitter look in his eyes as he huffed, slamming the door behind him as he left.

You whirled around to face Taehyung, who had already raised his hands in defense. “Let me expl—“

“You’re in Jimin’s gang aren’t you?! You motherfucker, you hurt Namjoon! You threatened Jungkook! You’re the cause of all my problems aren’t you” You kicked at Taehyung’s knees, causing him to giggle at your efforts. He dodged your attacks with ease.

“Oh you wish I was your biggest problem jacket girl. That’s far from it. You have Jimin’s black card don’t you?” He opened his palm in front of you “Give it”

You did as told, handing it to him, more than happy to get rid of anything you had of Jimin’s.

You spat at him “Fucking creep. I knew you were no good. You knew that shooting was gonna happen, that’s why you had sex with me isn’t it? To keep me distracted while your guys hurt Namjoon?” Taehyung pursed his lips at your statement, looking around your apartment frantically.

“Of course not dumbass.” He whispered so softly you had to strain to hear him “Shush” He began quickly making his way towards your bedroom. You chased after him, dropping your things on the ground. You watch as he reaches behind your bookshelf and pulls out a small surveillance camera, tossing it onto your bed.

He put a finger to his lips and made his way to your computer monitor. Quickly he took out a gun from his back pocket and slammed the end into the top of the screen. You gaped at him, watching glass shatter onto your desk.

“Okay.” Taehyung sighed, relaxing his shoulders. He fiddled with his watch—there was that watch again—before turning to you “Now that we’re actually alone, no that’s not why I had sex with you. You can’t tell anyone that happened alright. And no I didn’t know the shooting was gonna happen, that wasn’t us.”

“W…what the fuck” You trembled, eyes wide with shock and unease at the fact someone had put cameras in your bedroom. Taehyung noticed your discomfort, clearing his throat awkwardly, “Yeahhhh. You should really be more careful about who you let literally move into your fucking apartment.”

“Jungkook was spying on me?”

“Mmm, more like he was doing someone’s dirty work I would say. He’s a selfish rat who only cares about money. He’s dangerous and a liar. Look…I heard about the kidnapping, are you okay?”

“How do you know about that? How do you know so much?” Taehyung grinned widely, ignoring your questions.

“Y/n, let me tell you something” He took a seat on the edge of your mattress, “There is someone really fucking powerful who has their eyes on you. I don’t know who or even why. Now, we have a bone to pick with that motherfucker for a whole different set of reasons, making you perfect bait. So it would make sense for us to kidnap you and blackmail him or something” You sat down next to him, knees weak as your emotional state spiraled. “But we didn’t.”

“It wasn’t Jimin?” You honestly thought it would have been. After all, Hobi said your kidnappers beat up Namjoon pretty bad and that seemed to be in line with Jimin’s agenda. “Then who was it?”

“Dunno. But I’m gonna find out. You really aren’t safe here, the rat was right about that. Jimin can protect you though”

You scoffed, plopping your back onto the mattress and letting the shift in gravity wave over you. “I hate Jimin” Taehyung turned rapidly at your statement, frowning.

“I thought you were a fan, jacket girl?” He laid back besides you, propping himself up on his elbow to look at you. You gave him a look, rolling your eyes as he chuckled. How is this guy able to find all of this funny?

You sighed, staring at the ceiling, becoming increasingly aware that Taehyung was lying next to you.

“You said you didn’t fuck me to distract me so why did you?”

“Because. I think you’re cool, you’re fucking gorgeous, you’re fun, and I probably would never get another chance. Jimin gets what he wants. He’s in charge.”

“He doesn’t own me” You murmured, turning on your side to face him. “He doesn’t own you either.” Taehyung grinned lazily, gazing into your eyes.

You slid your hand onto his thigh, looking at him expectantly. When he doesn’t react you slowly lean closer to him, noses barely touching. His eyes flutter shut as you kiss him, instantly pushing your tongue into his mouth. You know you need to be fast, Jimin was probably waiting for him.

Taehyung cupped your face, deepening the kiss as he rolled his body flush against you. There were butterflies in your stomach, for some reason you felt like a child again, making out with a boy you liked in your bedroom. You smiled into the kiss.

His hand brushed down your body, lingering at your chest but ultimately finding your thigh and squeezing it slightly. He wanted more, and he needed it now.

“Quick” Taehyung whispered, and you frantically kicked off your shorts, Taehyung simultaneously rising to yank down his jeans. You spread your legs as wide as you could, motioning for Taehyung to come back to you. He licked his lips. “You’re not stretched out yet, are you sure?”

You nodded, “Fuck stop stalling just do it. It’s okay if I don’t cum just fuck me” You whine. Taehyung shrugs, lowering himself down on you. You wrap your arms and legs around him tightly, as if holding on for dear life. You couldn’t understand why you found so much comfort in the man you barely knew. A man you barely trusted.

Were you even really into him? Or were you trying to spite Jimin? Taehyung quickly sunk his cock into you. You cried out—recalling just how large he was the last time.

“So tight” Taehyung’s breath hitched as he stilled himself deep inside of you. You rolled your hips up, taunting him to get on with it. He grabbed your ass, pulling you in towards him, allowing him to fuck into you deeper.

You kissed his neck frantically, moving your hands through his hair and onto his back as he found a steady rhythm. He fucked you with focus, desperately trying to chase his own high as you savored having his body on yours.

Your legs caressed his back, moving up and down against him with every thrust, as if you were almost climbing up onto him. You groaned, tilting your head back in pleasure as the initial pain of his size subsided, and he was able to angle himself perfectly in a way that had you screaming for more.

His lips were tight against yours, hardly kissing but moreso just breathing into one another deeply. He smacked your ass lightly as he picked up his pace.

“You feel so good” He muttered, “That fucking” He thrusted deep “Asshole is so lucky” He was ruthless. You held onto him as tight as you could, crying out as he pistoned in and out of you. “Get’s you all to himself. Fucks you whenever he…wants” Taehyung panted, “Doesn’t fucking deserve this. He doesn’t deserve you” You could hear the slight growl in his voice. 

“Pussy so fucking sweet. So fucking sweet I can’t stop” Taehyung moved his hands to grip your shoulders from under you, digging his nails into your flesh. “I can’t stop. I don’t want to. I don’t want to Y/n. Fuck. Please.”

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop baby I love it” You urged him on, making him hiss. He looked so fucked out as you could feel his cock twitching inside of you.

“Dont wanna…dont wanna cum. Dont wanna stop” Taehyung whined, “Feel so good. Feel so fucking good”

“Taehyung!” Jimin’s voice bellowed from outside the apartment. Taehyung cursed in irritation.

“Shit, come on baby” You bucked your hips up. Taehyung was pissed. He pulled out of you. “Let me finish you baby don’t go” You pleaded, hugging onto him tighter as he began to get off of you.

“He’ll kill me. He will literally kill me. I need to go” Taehyung pressed a kiss to your forehead. He shoved you off of him. He begins to pull his pants back on, but you’re not ready to let him go yet. You’ll be damned if Taehyung doesn’t get to finish because of Jimin.

“No!” You pounce on him, pushing him onto the floor and pinning him down with your knees. You wrap your hand around his cock and begin to stroke it furiously, bringing your face down so that your tongue can wrap around it. You begin sucking on him, watching his shocked face as you bob your head rapidly on him, going as fast as you can. You feel Taehyung’s hand reach to hold back your hair. What a sweetheart. Jimin would never.

Taehyung bit down on his lip so hard it began to bleed as he came up into your mouth. You rapidly licked him off, cum getting all over your lips before you pulled his pants back up and got off of him. You noticed his watch again.

“Where’d you get that watch?” You asked causally as Taehyung pulled his pants back on. Taehyung looked at the piece and a frown tugged at his lips.

“Um…a friend gave it to me”

“He has good taste”

Taehyung gulped, looking back at you “Yeah. He really does”

“Go” You whispered. Taehyung blinked a few times, trying to process as he gets up. He cups your face to plant one final kiss onto your cum stained lips before rushing out of your apartment, hands frantically fixing his hair as he leaves.

-

Jungkook wiped the sweat from off his forehead before bending to lift the heavy box again. It was his least favorite part of the job, moving product. He didn’t understand why they couldn’t just hire more people with all the fucking cash they made but his boss hated bringing new people in.

He wobbled back to his truck, sliding the large package into his trunk before taking a deep breath. Hopping into the drivers seat, he set away to get back to you.

You hadn’t come home last night, and although he knew you were out with Namjoon, some part of him felt uneasy. He had grown fond of you over the past few days, more than he really cared to admit. He knew you were off limits, after all, what business did you have with a guy like him when you were around people like Park Jimin on a daily basis.

Click, Jungkook had just buckled his seatbelt, glancing in the rearview mirror to see an unfamiliar face staring back at him, holding a gun to his forehead.

“Jeon Jungkook” Goosebumps riveted across his skin at the stern voice “It’s so nice to finally meet you. Heard you’ve gone ahead and made yourself Y/n’s roomate” The man was tall, had a sharp jawline and a deceivingly warm smile.

“Who are you? Do you work for him?”

“Move out. Stay away from her or else”

“Or else what? I am the most successful dealer he has, he isn’t gonna touch me”

“Do you really wanna find out?” Bang. Jungkook turned to the noise to see Namjoon tied up and blindfolded, on the ground with a man holding a metal rod to his head. He was knocked out. “Move out, or I’ll beat your little fighter boy’s head in. And I bet your boss wouldn’t want his money machine dead”

Jungkook pursed his lips into a thin smile. “Oh..you’re Jimin’s guy huh? Fine. I’ll leave her. Let Joon go”

“One more thing. You tell Namjoon that you found his friend too”

“Well uh, where is his friend?”

The man laughed, motioning for his goons to follow as they all hopped into twin black Cadillacs, driving off and leaving Namjoon unconscious on the ground. Jungkook clicked his tongue. I’ve seen that guy before. He stretched out his arms and went over to try to lift Namjoon into his truck.

-

You stared at the cameras that Taehyung had found in your room, goosebumps spreading as you tried to comprehend everything. Okay. Just. Go to work. Forget about it. Go see Hobi. You quickly hopped in the shower, letting ice cold water attempt to wake you up from this growing nightmare.

Stepping out of the shower you hear some light rapping at your door. “One second” It was probably Jungkook. He had seen you naked plenty, so you thought nothing of it as you wobbled towards your door with nothing but a towel, hair pinned up to keep it dry.

“Hey, did you want a ride to work?” Yoongi’s familiar collected gaze fell on you. WHY DOES THIS MAN SHOW UP AT THE WORST TIMES you scream internally at your boss who was there standing in front of you. He didn’t look the least bit phased at your state, and in a way you felt offended. I’m half naked. Nothing? Damn.

“Oh! Sure. Give me like 2 minutes. Please, come in” Yoongi stepped inside, looking around with little interest. You ran back to your room, kicking the door shut as your frantically searched for something appropriate to wear. You went to your mirror and slapped on some makeup before returning to Yoongi. “Yeah! Let’s go”

Yoongi drove a nice black Cadillac, which you expected. He was a wealthy guy after all and it fit his edgy but classy aesthetic that he had going on. You felt relaxed in the fresh leather seats, the scent mind-numbingly pleasant. You were just so tired. Yoongi began to drive, and the soft hum of the engine lulled you into a nap. You were out like a light, unable to see the way that Yoongi was licking his lips, glancing at your lifeless frame. Unable to feel the way he took your hand into his and squeezed so tightly.

Back in the studio, you were desperate to find Hobi and hear about what had happened. Instead you found Namjoon waiting for you, and your jaw dropped. Half of his face was covered with a large bruise that looked incredibly painful. You threw yourself into his arms.

“Oh my God are you okay?” You hugged him tightly, and he did you, relishing the comfort of one another’s touch. He shook his head, making your heart clench in pity. Of course he’s not okay.

“Did they do anything to you? Did they touch you? I swear to God Y/n I’ll fucking” You straddled his lap and rest your head against his strong chest. His heartbeat was pronounced and soothing under his soft shirt.

“I’m okay. I’m more worried about you.” Namjoon ran his hand up and down your back.

“Y/n...I think. This might sound crazy but I think I know who kidnapped us” He whispered into your ears. At that moment, the door opened revealing a perfectly normal looking Jimin. You almost jumped off of Namjoon, realizing how compromising your situation must have looked. Jimin’s eyes narrowed briefly.

“Come” Jimin motioned to you without so much as a greeting. You glanced at Namjoon, who was looking at the ground. He seemed scared. “Now.” He snapped.

“Who the fuck do you think you are just ordering her around like that?” From down the hall you hear Hobi’s voice echo through. Relief surged through your veins. “You’re not even recording today, get lost” Hobi walked straight up to Jimin and glared at him.

Jimin chuckled, “Whatever, she’ll come. I know she will” He turned to leave but Hobi grabbed him by the collar, growling lowly.

“Piece of trash. Stay away from my girl” You froze at the term. Jimin’s eyes widened.

“Your girl? Oh Hoseok are you in for a fucking treat because let me tell you what exactly your girl has been..”

“Hobi get off of him.” Like ice, Yoongi’s voice cut through the scene. His footsteps were pronounced as he approached the boys who remained in an aggressive stare-down. “First of all. She is not your girl. There is absolutely no romantic relationships permitted in my label. No exceptions, end of question. Second of all, Jimin, you better not be harassing my employees or you will see me sue you for all your worth, you got that?” Your pussy clenched at the authoritativeness in his voice. Hobi reluctantly let go of Jimin, who brushed himself off.

“You can’t stop us from going out” Hobi muttered. For the first time in your life, you saw Yoongi laugh. And not in a good way.

“Can’t I? Y/n, you’re off your project. You’ll be working directly with me now on finishing Jimin’s album” Jimin smirked lightly, meeting your eyes.

“She doesn’t want to work on Jimin’s--” Hobi began to protest but Yoongi held his hand up.

“Say another word, and your ass is fired. If I so much as see the two of you alone in my place of work, you’re in for it. Have I made myself clear?” You noticed that Hobi’s fists were almost reddening from how tightly he was clenching them, veins popping from his forearms.

“Yes” Hobi mumbled in submission. You had never seen him so angry before. He didn’t give you another look before storming off towards his own office. You rolled your eyes as you heard Jimin giggle.

“Perfect” He grinned. Yoongi simply looked him up and down before turning to you, arms folded.

“Go finish up what you’re working on. From tomorrow you report to me, and we’ll work in my studio.” His voice was significantly softer than it had been minutes ago. He briefly touched your elbow, as if to assure you not to be worried. The gesture was barely there but you found yourself appreciating it as he left, calling Jimin to follow him.

You took a deep breath, turning back into the studio where Namjoon was sitting and listening to the whole ordeal. He looked extremely uncomfortable, so you slid the door shut and took a seat in front of him.

“Sorry. You were saying? Who do you think kidnapped us?” Namjoon gave you an uncertain look. “Trust me, I won’t think you’re crazy. Is it Jimin, is that what you were thinking because I would totally believe--”

“Hobi” Namjoon exhaled sharply, “I think it was Hobi”

Your stomach flipped. The sincerely in Namjoon’s eyes made you nauseous. He saw your reaction and grabbed your hands, holding them sturdily in his own. “Y/n, I can’t tell you everything here. Come somewhere with me. I wanna show you something. You trust me right?” He got up quickly, tugging your arms to do the same.

He led you to his car, parked significantly far in the back of the lot and much to your surprise it was the exact same model as Yoongi’s. Maybe it’s a rockstar thing. But Namjoon makes the same as I do so how the fuck can he afford...oh...the fights. You shrugged, not minding returning to the chic vehicle.

“I feel like we both need to blow off some steam.” Namjoon said, revving the engine “I’m gonna take you where I train for my matches. It’s usually pretty secluded so we should be able to talk there” You nodded. Boxing sounded cool enough, and he was right, you could use some endorphins.

The two of you arrived at what seemed to be an abandoned warehouse. Inside, the walls were a charcoal color, dimply lit by striking white lights. It eerily reminded you of the vibe of the arena, but instead there were a few punching bags set up as well as a sparring ring. Namjoon had been right - the place was absolutely empty.

Namjoon grabbed a few gloves from the floor, handing you a pair which you inspected closely. When you looked up you saw that Namjoon had already pulled off his shirt, and was sitting on a bench, wrapping his hands with the gauze. Damn. You never thought you would be thirsting for your coworker but seeing him all serious had you feeling a type of way. You recalled how deliciously submissive he had been at Death Valley. You needed that. You missed being in control of your life.

“Here” Namjoon tossed the gauze tape at you. “Sit down I can wrap it for you” He slid down on his knees. You let him secure your wrists with the soft material, his brows furrowed with complete focus.

“Why do you think it’s Hobi?” You whispered. Namjoon’s hands stilled over yours.

“The pills. He didn’t actually take them. And then when we were tied up...I dunno...he sounded really far away? And not nearly as freaked out as you and I were. Then when Jungkook found us--well, Jungkook said he already dropped Hobi off but I don’t buy it. He said that the guys he had seen beat me looked really familiar to him. Jungkook might have seen Hobi around Death Valley or something before. So that’s why I think it’s him. Maybe Hobi is in Jimin’s...yknow...gang”

Namjoon finished wrapping your hands. He rose “Come on, let me show you some moves” You pulled the boxing gloves on and followed him reluctantly.

Namjoon patted one of the bags lightly and positioned you in from of it. He showed you how to throw a few types of punches and you listened intently, noting how his biceps flexed with every hit. He stood behind you, allowing you to try punching on your own as he watched your stance. You threw all your weight into your punch, hearing a soft slam as your fist met the bag, which didn’t budge. You hear Namjoon stifle a giggle.

“No, Y/n, you need to...hold on” You hear what sounds like Namjoon pulling his gloves off. He rests a wrapped hand on your shoulder, guiding your arm with the other. “Likeeee that. There you go” He assisted you in making a punch that caused the bag to sway slightly. “Nice job, try again!”

You continued to pummel the bag, letting out all your pent up frustration. Namjoon watched you carefully, pacing around you and observing your form. You suddenly flew a punch so far it caused the button of your shirt to pop off your chest. You stopped, panting heavily as sweat dripped from your forehead, looking down to see your chest decently exposed. Namjoon stood in front of you, face turning pink.

“Shit. Damn Joon should’ve told me to pack some different clothes” You pull of your gloves, setting them down before you unbutton the rest of your shirt and let it slide off of your shoulders, leaving you in a simple nude bra. It wasn’t meant for sports but you didn’t really care. Namjoon wiped the sweat from his forehead and eyed you up and down.

“I think I’m gonna uh…take a break” He gulped. You grinned, knowing that you were making him hot and bothered. He went towards the back of the warehouse where there were a few open showers.

He turned the water up cold, letting it run over him and his pants. You watched as he set his arms out, leaning against the wall so the water hit his muscular back.

“Joonie” You cooed, walking up to him. “Don’t be shy with me”

Namjoon didn’t dare look at you as you walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his toned waist, letting your fingers tug at his waistband. You pressed your lips into his back.

“Can you be a good boy for me and take this off hm?” You whispered. Namjoon’s breath was shaky and his eyes were clenched shut. He swallowed, trembling as he did as you asked, his wet pants falling to the dirty floor. You turned him around to face you, but his eyes remained glued to the floor.

“Joonie…look at me” You tilted his face up, ad he reluctantly met your eyes.

“Y/n…” He mumbled as you went on your tippy toes, letting your arms snake around his neck. “A…are you sure?”

“You tell me” You grinned, sucking lightly on his neck. Namjoon cursed under his breath, tilting his head to give you more room.

“I…I’ve wanted you for so long” Namjoon leaned back, the water from the shower now soaking you too. He stroked the wet strands of hair from your eyes, before leaning down and kissing you. You could feel him quivering from your touch.

“I really like you” He kept talking, his words barely making it into your brain as you were far too focused on how you were planning on getting him down on his knees.

“Is that right baby?” You cupped his cheek, letting your thumb tug at his lips. “Why don’t you show me huh?” You were down to roleplay, not realizing that for Namjoon his words were his truth.

“C…can I…see your tits…please?” Namjoon’s hands hovered over your body, not ready to touch you without your explicit permission.

“Go ahead” He unclasped your bra, and it fell to the floor. Namjoon gasped. It wasn’t that he hadn’t seen them before. He had—but he still couldn’t quite believe it. His cock twitched, and he was ready to burst then and there, overwhelmed that he even made it this far with you. He cried out in discomfort, his boxers tight against his rigid cock.

“Y/n…please” Namjoon whined, grabbing your breast with one hand while he bent down to suckle the other.

“Fuck” You muttered, his sloppy tongue rilling you up as he desperately licked away at your tits.

“Please it hurts so bad” His cried vibrated into your chest as you stroked his hair affectionately. He sucked you harshly before switching to the other breast.

“Tell me what you need baby…use your words”

“Can I just…put my…if it’s okay I just” Namjoon let go of your breasts and stood up straight. “Wanna fuck you. Want you to ride me. If…that’s okay” You smiled at him.

“Of course baby, let’s go sit you down over there and then mama will take care of you” Namjoon’s eyes widened at your words, his knees wobbling. He gripped your shoulders, furrowing his brows and trying his best not to cum in front of you like an idiot without even being touched.

You led him over to the closest bench, where he sat down, sliding down his boxers so that his cock stood proud. You knew he wouldn’t last long, but seeing how he looked like he was gonna burst into tears, you weren’t about to shatter his dreams. Ridding your own underwear, you straddled him slowly.

His eyes were closed again, much to your dismay. “Joonie. Look at me.” You lightly slapped his cheek. His eyes met yours, wide and watery. He was a mess for you and you had never felt so powerful.

You sank down on him, watching as he cried out, his moans echoing throughout the empty warehouse. He set his hands at your waist as you raised yourself back up, the sweet drag of his cock sliding seamlessly down your wet walls.

“Oh my god Y/n” Namjoon buried his face into your neck as you continued to ride him slowly, bouncing up and down on his cock while he moaned out your name like it was the only word he knew.

You grabbed his face, pushing your lips onto his and shutting him up. His hands slid up to grab your breasts, fondling them desperately as you rolled your hips into him.

He pinched your nipples between his fingers, causing you to moan into his mouth. He let one hand fall to your clit and began rubbing you rapidly.

“Wanna make you feel good too” He murmured, words enveloped by your kisses. For whatever show he put on, you could tell he knew exactly what he was doing, drawing soft circles on your clit and making your pussy leak onto him right away. You clenched down, causing Namjoon to almost scream into your mouth with pleasure.

“Wanna cum for mama? It hurts doesn’t it baby?” You teased. Namjoon pouted at you and nodded. You kissed his cheek. “I know it does baby. I know it hurts” You stroked his back, bouncing faster and faster on him.

“Y/n…fuck…please can I cum inside you? I can’t…I can’t hold back any longer” Namjoon bit down on your shouder, trying as hard as he could not to cum.

“It’s okay. You can cum, I got you baby” It was all it took for him to spill into you, his load seeming never ending. When he was done he hugged you tight to his chest, keeping his cock inside you, not wanting to lose your warmth.

The two of your remained like that for a while. You hummed lightly as Namjoon stroked your back. He cleared his throat.

“I’m gonna register for another fight. Against Jin. We still don’t have a clear winner but I’ve been training almost every day—I have to win” He growled lightly.

“Just be careful okay” You kissed his cheek. He shook his head.

“I don’t care what it takes. I have to win. I have to. I’m gonna win” You squinted at him, seeing an almost crazed glint. “I’m gonna win and finally get my prize” What prize? Money?

-

Working with Yoongi was different. There were far less drugs involved. In a way you were grateful that you were finally getting the real work experience you came for, but you did miss having fun with Hobi and Namjoon in the studio. Yoongi was quite serious about his work, and you admired that. He wouldn’t pay too much attention to you most of the time, simply asking you your thoughts on certain tracks every now and then.

“Tonight the title track drops as a single” He muttered, typing frantically on his laptop. You sat by his side, watching as he finished up some emails “It’ll drop around midnight.” He picked up his phone “Get Jimin in here.”

You groaned, recalling that you were expected to go over to his place tonight. Yoongi noticed your displeasure, raising his eyebrows but didn’t say anything.

“What” Jimin barged into the studio. You hated how disrespectful he was, especially to someone as talented as Yoongi.

“Your single is dropping tonight. Thought you’d wanna know. We should celebrate.” Yoongi shut his laptop and glanced at the both of you. Jimin grinned.

“Oh hell yeah. Party at my place.” He winked at you, “Wear something nice babygirl”

You choked, coughing to try to cover it up. You missed the way Yoongi glared at Jimin when he said that before he motioned for him to leave.

“Does Jimin bother you?” Yoongi asked, a hint—barely a hint—of genuine concern in his voice. You sighed.

“No sir. He’s just a typical rockstar”

What were you gonna wear? It was a formal event. Namjoon had made it clear that he would rather jump off of a cliff than step foot in Jimin’s place so he wouldn’t be going, and you hadn’t heard from or seen Hobi in a while. You assumed Yoongi would be there, so you wanted to look good, just in case. Although deep down you knew that if anyone was fucking you tonight it would likely end up being Jimin himself.

You chose a silky gold slip dress, looking at yourself in the mirror and almost not recognizing yourself without your usual grunge look. You wondered if Yoongi would still wear his chains. You shivered in excitement.

Jimin wanted you there early. He claimed to need to talk to you, but you knew he was probably just trying to get his dick wet. As you walked into the penthouse you were shocked at how clean the place was. He really had decked the place out for a nice party—his living room rearranged.

“Hey” You noticed Taehyung emerging from the kitchen. He looked so different, you had to blink to make sure it was really him. 

He had dyed his hair black, a striking contrast to the mint green you had become familiar with, plus instead of his leather jacket and jeans he had on a fitted grey blazer with a crisp white shirt underneath. He looked fantastic.

“Damn you clean up nice” He grinned, “He’s waiting for you.” Taehyung motioned towards Jimin’s closed room. He quickly pulled you into a light hug, whispering in your ear “If he does anything you don’t want you just say it and I will fucking stop him okay?” You gulped, nodding lightly.

“Will you be watching?” You teased, letting your lips glide over his ear. Taehyung simply smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek before smacking your ass playfully.

“Go get em girl” He let you go, watching as you headed towards Jimin’s room.

It wasn’t anything like you expected. The lights were dim, there were candles everywhere. All over his floor were rose petals. So cliche. You smirked to yourself.

Jimin emerged from his bathroom, looking astounding. He looked younger—like he did back in the days you would be worshiping his body day and night. His hair was styled similarly, up revealing his forehead. His shirt fit him great and you couldn’t help but notice that he chose to wear dangling earrings.

“You came”

Your breath hitched as he came towards you, and you subconsciously backed away from him until he was towering over you—your back pressed against the wall. He took your hands into his, kissing the tops of them softly.

“Stop blackmailing me. I don’t give a fuck if you send that video to Yoongi alright, he won’t care. He’ll protect me from an ass like you” Jimin let your hands drop as he circled your waist, touching his forehead to yours. Your heart skipped a beat. His face was so close to yours—but it wasn’t like before. He was actually looking at you. His eyes clean of any substance.

“I won’t send it. I told Taehyung to delete it. I want you to want this” He whispered, his breath landing in shimmers on your lips. For once he didn’t smell like tobacco. His lips looked incredibly soft, a sweet red tint making them pop.

He gazed at you, his hand traveling up your back where he found the zipper of your dress. “You look incredible. Better than I could have ever imagined” He was breathless. The way he was speaking made you want to melt. It was like every fantasy of your teenage years was coming to life in front of your eyes. He tugged at your zipper.

“I’m sorry for being an ass” He rolled his head against yours, letting his lips trace your cheeks. “You deserve better” He inhaled your scent as you felt him slowly tug the zipper down—your dress sliding off with it. You gasped as the fabric swept over your body until it was a pile on the floor. Jimin stepped back to look at you.

You hadn’t worn a bra, considering your dress was backless. At that point you had also chosen to go without panties—what was the worst that could happen? You’d flash your boss? You wished that would happen.

Jimin was gaping at you before a mischievous smile took his face. Your heart sunk, recognizing the familiar predatory gaze in his eyes.

“So naughty, you were ready for me weren’t you” He began unbuttoning his own shirt, letting it slide off of his shoulders before letting his hand grasp your neck. He pushed his thumb to your lip, tilting your head back.

You shut your eyes, knowing full well what he would do next—but instead Jimin bent down and kissed you softly. His grip loosened, cupping your cheek as he deepened the kiss.

He pressed his chest against yours, his skin burning against you. The heat from the candles was persistent—it was too warm. Your body was flushed. It was the heat. You tried to convince yourself. Your tried to convince yourself that you weren’t enjoying Park Jimin kissing you like you were his.

He lifted you into his arms, lips not leaving yours as he carefully laid you onto his silk sheets. “Tell me what you want baby girl, let daddy take care of you today” He whispered, kissing you all over your face with light pecks before moving to your neck.

You stared at the ceiling, squirming under him as your heart began pounding through your chest. You were overwhelmed. It had been so long since you were fucked like this. On a bed, with delicate care. You weren’t normally a fan, but with everything you had been through you found yourself sighing in relief.

Jimin moved his kisses to your chest, kissing every inch of you as if he was trying to memorize every crevice of your body with his lips. You arched your back in pleasure as his lips wrapped around your breast. He didn’t linger, continuing to kiss the rest of your stomach. You giggled as you felt ticklish when he kissed above your belly. Your eyes were blown—full of yearning. Park Jimin was kissing you—kissing you everywhere. You didn’t want to wake up from this.

As he proceeded to go down on you, you glanced around his room. Your eyes landed on his bathroom door, that was just slightly open. Is Taehyung there? Is he watching? You buckled your hips as Jimin kissed the tops of your thighs. You felt him smile, thinking you reacted to him. But you were imagining Taehyung’s intense gaze—from who knows where.

Jimin climbed back up your body and kissed you again. “My pretty girl” He ran his finger over your throbbing core, teasing it with his soft touch. He watched you, hovering slightly as his fingers brushed back and forth. Your pussy clenched, as if it was trying to catch his finger and swallow it in. You whined out, hands finding his shoulders and pulling him closer to you.

“Daddy” You whined softly, biting your lip. Jimin watched you close your eyes and savor his fleeting touch. “Daddy please” You moaned, prompting Jimin to glide a finger into your sopping cunt. You squealed with pleasure as he moved it excruciatingly slow, in and out, teasing you. He let his head fall against your neck as he continued to finger you. He loved how desperate your pussy was for him.

“Does my baby girl want more?” He teased, nibbling your shoulder. You nodded quickly, and he obeyed, inserting another finger. You groaned—the stretch feeling so good. You needed him to go faster. It wasn’t enough. You spread your thighs, hoping to urge him on, but he didn’t relent. Your nails dug into Jimin’s shoulders.

“Faster” You could barely make a noise, legs quivering with desperation. “Faster daddy please” You were practically crying, and Jimin loved it. He sped up, the sound of your wetness becoming increasingly evident as you soaked his fingers. You bit your lip, nodding rapidly as pleasure soared through you. Jimin watched you, grinning at your reactions. “Yes…yes…like that…more please. Please daddy” You tried to push yourself down onto his fingers more. Jimin noticed this—and pulled them out of your completely. You groaned in frustration, the feeling of fullness leaving you suddenly.

“Did I say you could move?” He took his fingers and shoved them in your mouth. You frowned at the taste of yourself but sucked on them anyways.

“W..as…s..close” You tried speaking as Jimin pushed his fingers farther down your throat. You gagged on them before he pulled them out and dove in for another kiss.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum” Jimin’s voice was so soft, it had you trembling. He got off of you briefly to unbuckled his pants, kicking them off along with his boxers.

His cock was throbbing, eager for some sort of stimulation. He took your hand, guiding it to wrap around his hardened length and giving it a few pumps.

“Daddy’s never fucked you like this has he hm?” Jimin cooed at you, climbing back over you as he lined his cock to your entrance. You widened your thighs, shaking your head. Jimin clicked his tongue “Daddy’s bad. Daddy should fuck his good little girl right” He teased his tip into your folds, moaning loudly at how wet your were as your cunt swallowed him in. He stills momentarily, and the two of your share an intimate stare. Jimin’s heart is speeding, and so is yours. You don’t know what has gotten into him—he doesn’t either. He sinks into you, crying out your name.

“Oh fuck baby oh fuck” Jimin whines, “So good. So fucking good baby, you feel so fucking good” He panted, his voice getting louder. He dug himself as far into you as he could go. “Baby…you’re so tight…holy shit” He tilts his head back in ecstasy—his expressions making you tighten on him even more. He drags his long cock out, angling his hips again before thrusting into you again, this time much faster.

“Baby…my good fucking girl…oh my God” Jimin was losing control. The pleasure began clouding his judgement, making him almost dizzy. He didn’t even realize that he had sped up much more. He didn’t notice that he had grabbed your neck, choking you down like he normally does. He didn’t notice that your moans had swapped out for winces of pain as he pounded into you relentlessly. His eyes were shut. He was gone—lost in the sweet feeling of you.

You came, much to your dismay, as Jimin’s filthy curses and praises got to your head. Your body jerked, twitching all over as you cried out helplessly. You felt good, but were upset that Jimin had gone back to his usual ways. Taehyung are you seeing this? You looked around again. Was he watching from a camera maybe? You looked at the television in front of Jimin’s bed. Squinting your eyes, you could see a slightly gleam coming from the top. Is that it? Do you see me Taehyung? You stared at it, choking as Jimin continued to fuck you silly.

“Stop” You could barely breathe. You tapped Jimin’s shoulders but he didn’t notice. He wasn’t looking. He was too caught up. “Please” You croaked, “Jimin slow down…stop I can’t—I can’t” The air was knocked out of your lungs as Jimin tightened his grip more. You felt your eyes bulge as his hot cum shot into you. His hands fell off to your side and you took the deepest breath you could conjure—little black specks already decorating your vision. Jimin was panting, a big smiled on his face as he looked down at you.

Tears rolled down your face as your gasped for more air. Jimin jumped off of you, realizing what he had done. “Holy shit Y/n” He muttered, looking around frantically for water. On cue, Taehyung barged into the room, tossing him a bottle.

“Don’t look at her!” Jimin screeched at Taehyung as he pulled the covers over your shaking body. You took the water from him and gulped it down, steadying yourself. You gave Taehyung a thankful look and he nodded to you. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t…shit I’m so sorry” Jimin pleaded as he helped you sit up, stroking your back.

“Deleted the video by the way” Taehyung walked over to you and sat down by your side. “Jimin, Yoongi and the others are here. You better go, I’ll take care of her” Jimin gave Taehyung a grateful pat on the back as he quickly got dressed, running to the bathroom to fix up his hair and makeup.

You let your eyes flutter shut, Taehyung taking the bottle from you and stroking your hair. You doze off, not seeing Taehyung open a familiar video on his own phone, before hitting send.

-

Jimin did his rounds, plastering a fake smile to entertain and welcome his guests. He excused himself as fast as he could. Yoongi grabbed his shoulder, noticing him trying to leave.

“You okay?” Jimin sighed. Yoongi was one of the only people he could confide in.

“I just need some air. I’ll be back” Yoongi nodded in understanding, letting him go. Jimin found his way out of the building. He paced back and forth on the sidewalk, beating himself up for his actions. God, what was wrong with him? He groaned in frustration, stomping his foot. 

You were the closest thing to happiness he had felt in so long and he went ahead and fucked it up just like he had done with everything—his music, his career, and even his drug empire was on the cusp of falling apart all because of the Death Valley bastards. 

He took a deep breath before reaching into his back pocket to pull out a cigarette and a lighter. He needed a smoke—bad. As he lit the cig, he noticed a black cadillac rolling into the parking lot at a frantic speed. He stopped momentarily, looking up as the car swiveled out of control.

Until it was headed straight for him.

-

People really thought it was a PR stunt. You rolled your eyes as you scrolled through social media at the news that Jimin was in the hospital after being in a car accident. Right after his song dropped nonetheless. You felt bad—the song was doing really well, but he wasn’t even conscious to see it. You yourself really liked it. It reminded you of his older work, but with a more mature touch to it. You could feel that the boy was struggling with something dark within himself. That was something you could relate to.

Taehyung had been wild when he found out, immediately making calls and screaming at people over the phone. You assumed that the accident was probably…not an accident, given his reaction. You wanted to go see him as soon as you could. Yoongi luckily gave everyone the day off to cope, and you headed over first thing in the morning.

Your eyes became teary as a nurse led you to the room Jimin was in. He was unconscious, and looked absolutely beat. You sat by his side, fluffing his hair affectionately. The nurse left the two of you alone, and you leaned down to give a soft kiss on his lips, naively wondering if like sleeping beauty he might wake up. Of course he didn’t. This wasn’t a fairy tale—it was far from it.

You had been up all night thinking about it. You finally understood was Jin had meant when he suggested that you knew too much. Did Namjoon do this? The car was the same kind as his was. He did hate Jimin passionately, you knew this for a fact. But would he really go this far?

You thought back to your last interactions with Namjoon. He did seem to be a little out of his mind lately. You figured it was the drugs. You made a mental note to ask Jungkook what exactly he’s on.

He had been so aggressive about wanting to win the upcoming fight. Did he do this on purpose? You recalled that he said Jimin made him lose the last time. You felt queasy. Maybe all the shit you and Namjoon had been through really got to him, and this was him reacting.

The driver of the car was not found at the site of the accident, and it was by sheer luck that Jimin was even alive according to the police.

You pulled out Seokjin’s business card, finally fed up with all of this. It was getting too dangerous. You no longer felt safe. You dialed his number.

As the phone rang you heard the door swing open. You smiled sheepishly, waving at the familiar cheery face you hadn’t seen for so long. The face of a man that Namjoon had made you doubt. You were questioning everything now. It was Hobi.

-

Seokjin had headphones blaring his favorite songs as he jogged in place, getting himself pumped up at a local gym. He let out a few punches into the air. He was ready to beat Namjoon shitless. He was pleased. Pleased that you had finally called him, agreeing to meet with him and cooperating. He was so close to finding out the person behind all the madness—he just needed to get to Jimin.

The two of you agreed to meet later in the day. You had told him a brief amount of what all you knew and thought, but he recommended not giving details over the phone. Jin knew that gangs were smart enough to wire tap phones of their associates, especially ones who knew as much as you did.

“So you’re Jin” He turned, a man walked in, leaning casually against the wall. “Nice to meet you” He smirked before adding “Officer”

Jin turned quickly, grabbing a pistol and aiming it at the man who simply laughed. “Relax officer. I’m not who you’re after.”

Jin gritted his teeth, not letting his gun down. “What do you want?”

“See. There’s this girl.” He showed Jin a live video of you on his phone, “I have a guy there, on standby to shoot her brains out. Now you can prevent that” He walked closer to Jin, grinning widely.

“What do you want? I can fucking kill you dumbass”

The man shrugged, “You could. But then he will still kill Y/n. The only way he backs down is if he hears from me” The man brings up his own gun, aiming it right back at Jin, “That you’re gonna throw the fight”

“So you are a gangster.” He rolled his eyes.

“Poor Y/n. All alone at the hospital with no one to save her”

“Hospital? Why?”

“Oh didn’t you hear? Park Jimin got in a little accident” The man flashed a evil smile. Jin shuddered.

“Ok, ok. I’ll lose, just don’t fucking touch her. I want a guarantee” Jin raised his arms, lowering his gun to the ground.

“Lose the fight first. Then we’ll deliver her right to you, officer” He turned around to leave, and Jin tried to memorize every detail he could of the man—he had to be connected to Jimin somehow. He noticed the tattoo on his back, and his eyes widened.

The tattoo was of your name.

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[midday0nightmares]

30 - a rat.

Previous chapter her son.

m.list.

warnings: this series contains themes of yandere\mafia, blood, violence, mental health, drugs, non-con.

author note: this is pure fiction and it is not intended to romanticize any of the situations mentioned bellow.

As soon as the door clicked closed, you broke down in tears, sobs erupting from your chest..

Jeno sighs at your dramatic antics, “he’ll be back, stop crying”. You shake your head ,“you don’t know that, how could you let them take him?”.

“They didn’t take him, he went with them” he corrects you, his pattens running thin. “Still, you should have done something” you insist through the hiccups. He walks away and throws himself on the couch, typing on his phone not paying you any more attention.

After a while your cries has calmed down and you sneaked to the same couch he was on, you curl in its corner. “they can’t be suspecting him right? He was with me, here” you think out loud sharing your concerns with jeno who was seemingly in another dimension, deep into his thoughts, if everything is fine why is he acting like this?.

He snaps back into his body “what?”, he didn’t hear you the first time so you repeat yourself. He release a heavy sigh, pushing away whatever was occupying his mind “yeah.. you’er right” he attempt a smile but it fails before it reaches his eyes. 

He keeps fumbling with his fingers, a classic expression of anxiety. 

A knock on the door interrupts the intense quietness, he goes to open the door without even asking who is it. You follow him to see if it is jaemin, but to your disappointment it was haechan, the mere mention of his name turns your stomach, the sight of his face making your skin crawl with hatred. he greats jeno, patting his back in comforting manner, a torrid look on his face.

He greats you as soon as he sees you but you roll your eyes and turn around heading to jaemin’s room to avoid being in the same room with him, but what was being said stopped you in your tracks. Haechan was telling jeno not to worry.. “Don’t worry man, I told them you were with me all night… ” he continues as they walk inside and sit on the couch, “.. they did too, don’t worry they know better than to slip”. 

They didn’t know you were just around the corner eavesdropping, that asshole sounds smug like he was proud of himself for almost getting away with it, almost.

Although his voice is low and you have missed some parts of the conversation, it was clear what he was reffing to, Jeno was lying to the police about last night and haechan was covering him.

Your blood reached its boiling point, they were letting jaemin take the fall for jeno’s doings, fueled by anger you storm to where they were catching them by surprise, “you lied!” You scream pointing your accusatory finger towards jeno, “You killed yangyang and now you are letting jaemin take the fall for you! after all he has done for you, you lowlife piece of shit!! ..” jeno jumps form his seat, striding towards you like an angry bull  but you don’t stop “im telling him as soon as he gets back, you’er gonna pay fo..” your shouting was cut off by his hand the is blasted on your mouth shut your stupid mouth” he growls, his face has turned red with rage “shut your mouth or else I will rip off your tongue! You think you know what are you talking about huh?” His other hand tightens its hold on the back of your neck, fingernails almost breaking into your skin, his eyes pours into your destroying your courage and installing the filmier fear instead, shakes were invading your limbs and tears were pooling into the corners of your eyes. 

his face breaks out of the horrifying angry expression and he let’s you go, he recomposes himself before he speaks calmly “it’s not what you think okay?”, you keep your eyes glued to his chest out of sheer fear of looking up at him again, you bite your lower lip to stop the trembles.

He sigh again and runs his finger through his hair, his hands come to grab your shoulders but you flinch away. he tsk, disappointed in himself not in you, he tries again “sera, look at me, im not going to hurt you” this time his hands grab your shoulders without hesitation disregarding your dismay, he leans down to your level, but you avert your eyes. your gaze falls on his right arm, the freshly inked tattoos catches your attention, new two lines next to the previous ones.

A gentle shake brings you back to jeno’s voice “he’ll be back any minute by now, go wait in his room”.

Though you don’t believe him, what options do you have other than to do what you were told, so you go to jaemin’s room and lock the door behind you.

It doesn’t take long for your pryers to be heard this time, jaemin is back, safe and sound.

You unlock the door and run to him, he opens his arms for you, you jump and wrap both of your arms and legs around him “I was so worried, thank god” you speak into his shoulder, he hums and tightens his arms around to bring you even closer to him if that is possible. 

He puts you down and pats your head as he greats haechan who was getting up to leave, wishing you all a good night. As soon as haechan was out of the door jeno asks jaemin “So, what did they want?”, the faux innocence he was carrying infuriates you beyond words.

“Umm” he sighs, not knowing where to starts. “they still don’t believe me” he plops down into the couch and you follow him, his arm circles around you bringing closer to his side, you look at jeno, this is his chance to come clean, but he remains silent, and if jeno his best friend won’t stand for him then you will. 

“What do you mean they don’t believe you? I was with you I will testify for you” you tell jaemin, Jaemin’s face looks tired, his smile is weak. He looks at you with adoring eyes,  “I know you would” he brings your head closer to his lips and presses a kiss to calm the panic the was loud in your voice, he takes your hand in his and intertwining your fingers together “it’s gonna be alright” he tells you again.

You bite your tongue and wait for jeno to go to his room, so you can tell jaemin what he jeno was hiding, as soon as jeno closed his door leaving you two alone cuddling on the couch you turned to jaemin, “he did it, and haechan is covering for him.. he is lying to you” you try to explain to jaemin as best as you could, you must have sounded crazy because he doesn’t seems alarmed, shocked or even bothered by what you were telling him.

He lets you finish and hums, he was mindlessly twirling a brand of your hair around his finger, “did he now?” He voice drags, he laughs at your puzzled face, ‘aww you’er so cute you know that? Ratting on him..  I know he did it baby. He told me” he watches your face contracts in confession, “But glad to know that I have a loyal angle by my side” before he leans in and to softly kiss your cheek “don’t worry, and don’t hurt your pretty head with too much thinking, okay?”.

[volfoss]

oh ho ho 💛

HI!!! I assign you...

Ash Crimson!

^worst little birthday boy u have EVER met

WHERE DO I EVEN START W ASH. so. hes like the kinda character thats like rude and kinda bitchy but rly lonely bc hes STUPID and isolates himself when there r problems. he literally is like yes. i, a 16 year old, can handle this rly big thing. <- i say all of this lovingly. im allowed to slander ash bc hes my bestie. hes like. everyone wants him dead and i FIRMLY believe he would pull the like im gonna instigate someone and when they come for me ill pull the im a little birthday boy card but then VIOLENCE and attack them. hes just a sillay goofy little guy but also like. god. hes just like really kinda annoying but i personally dont think its always an intentional thing. fave endearing ash traits- he gives his friends nicknames and is the bomb dot com at nail art. he also has a valentines day bday. hes just like french and rly obnoxious about it.

OK. time to go like. insane blorbo hours (if i say or think ANYTHING about kof xiii i give u permission to take me out back and shoot me). how he was like. presumably going from knowing Elisabeth (one of his current friends, i will get into that in a min) rly well as a child to like being very alone. ough. characters that are horrible but are like doing so to hide being lonely my beloveds. BUT i wanna talk abt how his relationship w his friends is bc if i remotely think about my bestie ash's childhood for one more minute i will lose it.

BUT i think its genuinely so nice to see like the fact that even his friends kinda like? idk tolerate him but in a way that they do care about him. not to um. bring up kof xiii but. the way duo lon (literally just a quiet lil guy) is like i will do ANYTHING to get ash safe. sobs. i just like. genuinely love how he interacts w them.

NEED u to look at this quote:

"Yeeowch. One thing you never lacked is strength. I mean that.... Merci, Betty!"

^LET ME EXPLAIN TO U WHY THIS DRIVES ME INSANE. this is his win quote and like. when he beats ANYONE else hes like wow u suck (insert french phrase here) but w elisabeth u can just tell he like actually cares about her and ough. in the entire tales of ash arc u can tell she does too bc she goes to so many lengths to help him. i just. ough. their friendship is EVERYTHING to me.

ACTUALLY HIS BEST feature is arguably his bump it styled hair (lovingly i think if he had a bump it in his hair it would just b a beehive) and his long ass sleeves. his entire outfit is SO good tho. ALSO his little hair twirling animations. that IS a stim and u cannot tell me otherwise. ALSO his freckles. i know in my heart he gets sunburnt easily.

BUT NOW. blorbo image moment.

^HUGE fan of this art! i think like idk. how he and Shen Woo gets along is fascinating but also ash literally is the kinda guy to have this lil moped. also. fave Ash win quote at Shen Woo: "Owee… Lighten up a bit, would you, Shen? I could have broken a nail!" like i think he is just goofy sillay around him and i love it. love when there r bestie hours SO much.

^ baby ash and elisabeth images from kof xiii that makes me cry scream and throw up each time i see them

^ actually. im just like tossing kof xiii images at u. screaming and crying and banging my fists on the floor. they are FRIENDS.

^ also like. my contender for funniest Ash image of all time. they put this guy in a fucking flannel and white v neck combo. love it. but like genuinely love this image love seeing Kula and Yuri at the table w them and them all having foods they like and like K' and Maxima in the bg as well as Mai and King in the far bg. i love this image.

^ SOBS. i love seeing like them having friendship hours esp w Duo Lon's hobby being mahjong like the fact hes teaching Ash and OUGH. sobbing. their friendship means the world to me like. ash deserves people that care about him this much and they DO. sobs

^ OBSESSED w his kof maximum impact regulation A outfit. this guy went to a hot topic and just grabbed shit and was like yup this will work cohesively (and it does)

^ litrally like one of my fave falcoon sketches of ash. this guy rly is out here in like an old fashioned little bathing suit and has an umbrella/parasol. i KNOW hes got the like wool bathing suit outfit. u cannot tell me that its a modern outfit etc

^ last but not least cute ending screen from kof 2003! duo lon doesnt smile a lot so v nice to see him n ash having a nice time!

[crimsonbubble]

Blood Shed

(warnings: gn!reader, Trickster!Hongjoong, killer!Hongjoong, sadist!Hongjoong, knives, knife play, blood, death, suggestive themes at the end)

*more and taglist after the cut*

note: here's a few different videos to watch because im gonna simp for him even harder :D and I totally didn't listen to his numb cover on loop while writing this :]] also added in a few korean phrases because why not; translations taken from the wiki page (in order of when they are used)

① "좋았어!" (johasseo) - "nice!" (when he hooks a victim)

② "찾았다!" [chajattda] - "found you!" (when he finds you in the locker)

③ "짜증나..." [jjajeungna] - "how annoying..." (when he's stunned)

④ "이가야!" [igeoya] - "this is it!" (when he reloads his blades)

⑤ "감시합니나!" [gamsahabnida] - "thank you!" (when he kills you)

⑥ also this may or may not be an early birthday gift for @fullsun-s

⑦ somehow this is also over 1k words

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“좋았어!”

The Trickster exclaimed as he pushed the victim onto the rusted metal hook. He walked with a mocking smirk, listening to how they screamed and shrieked in agonizing pain. Humming a soft tune, he walked along with the abandoned buildings.

He wandered between houses before he heard a stifled cry from the house beside him. “There you are~” He sing-songed as he walked into the house, scanning the room before heading up the stairs.

Once he reached the doorway, he grinned sadistically when he heard another pained wail. He carefully walked into the room, peering out the window. You took that as a chance to run, hastily rushing down the stairs.

Ignoring the searing pain in your leg, you ran past broken houses and the victim from earlier. You glanced over your shoulder, nearly shrieking when two knives whizzed past you. You jolted back, running to the right.

He was hot on your tail, twirling knives with a crazed smile on his face. You hid behind a few boxes, watching through the cracks as he walked off into the other direction. You let out a short breath of relief, biting your lip harshly at the sudden burst of pain in your leg.

You sat back on your heels, biting into your hand to muffle your pained sobs. You reluctantly peer over one of the boxes, seeing the exit at least a few hundred feet away from you. Though, you couldn’t celebrate your victory before a knife brushed past you, barely grazing your cheek.

You wasted not a second longer before bolting, wiping the small cut on your face. You don’t hear his footsteps but out of sheer terror, you ducked into a nearby locker. Not even a second inside the locker, you see him pass by through the slits in the door.

You suck in your breath, hoping that he’d pass by you and you can make your escape. “찾았다!” A loud crash was heard, followed by the opening of the locker door. You let out a loud cry, feeling his nails dig into your arm as he pulled you out of the locker.

You thrashed in his grip, only making him squeeze your arm even tighter. Pulling you closer, he turns you around. His arm wrapping around your upper body, pinning your arms to your sides. Amidst your struggling, you managed to turn his back to the locker.

Using your body weight, you push back against him, knocking both of you into the rusty metal of the locker. He lets out a groan, his grip loosening slightly. Taking that chance, you rip his arms off of you and slam the door of the locker in his face.

“짜증나..." He rubs his head as he leans against the back of the locker. By the time the pain in his head dulls, you’ve run off into the night again. With a deadly look on his face, he makes his way out of the building.

He walks past broken boxes and tipped over lockers, letting out a grunt of frustration as he wandered around similar-looking houses. Humming a soft tune as he walked, he yanked open a nearby locker.

He clicked his tongue in irritation, slamming the locker closed. He reached into his pocket, feeling around inside before he clicked his tongue again. He was out of throwing knives. He opened and closed what felt like twelve different lockers, before finding one that had what he was looking for.

"이가야!" He laughs in delight, gathering the knives. He sighs contently at the feeling of the knives in his hands, tucking them under his belt. He turns on his heels, twirling knives in either hand.

He hears shuffling from behind him, not waiting a second longer before turning around and throwing his knives. You let out a loud shriek, falling to the ground. He laughs at your attempt to flee, stalking over to you with quick footsteps.

You hurry to scramble up to your feet, hunching over in pain when he throws a knife and it sinks into your calf. With shaky limbs, you use the tree closest to you as support to lift you. He throws another knife, landing it in your shoulder.

You topple over, the strength leaving your body with each knife he throws. Your breathing is rugged as you try to sit up against the tree. He watches with glowing eyes at how you shake under his gaze.

“I’ll let you be my target practice.” He grins as he launches another knife, landing it in your throat. You bring a hand up to your neck, feeling the blood gush from your wounds the more you move. As much as you wished you stayed still, your body reacted to the pain more than you wished.

Your brain felt hazy as your vision blurred. Your body felt like it was burning, the heat increasing as the seconds ticked by. He stood in front of you, smirking at how easily you fell apart. Your clothes are now ripped and soaked in blood, your figure trembling in fear as he twirled a knife in his hand.

The second you made eye contact, you knew your life ended there. He walked closer to you, the sounds of the chain on his boots clanging together as he walked. Tugging your head up by your hair, he twirled a knife in your knife.

He dragged the knife against your face, digging into the cut from earlier, eliciting a hiss from you. He chuckled deeply, trailing it over your jaw and down your neck. You felt your breath get sucked out of your lungs when he pulled your head back by your hair.

He looked at you with a dead expression, pressing the tip of the knife into the skin of your forehead. He smiled wickedly, driving the knife into your skull. You let out a piercing and blood-curdling scream, making him flinch slightly.

He pulled away from you, admiring how your body drained of its blood. He smiled as he threw a signed image at your lifeless body, standing up straight. He tilted his head mockingly, his laughter ringing throughout the empty lot.

With a playful bow and a crazed smile, he walked away. “감시합니나!"

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@a-soft-hornytiny @berryberry-joongie @cometoceantrenches @ddeonghwva @hanatiny @latte-fairytaekwoon @multidreams-and-desires @serialee @seongsangsgf @strawberry-joong @tinkerbellwoo @vocalyunho @yunhoiseyecandy @yunhofingers

[rintarous]

I know april fools just passed but,, could you do a bakugou headcanon where his s/o decided to dye her hair like shouto’s because he is her best friend and todoroki was like “what if we were twins for a day” and she thought it was a good idea to see how bakugou would react to it?? love your blog btw!!

this is so cute! thank you for requesting! and let us all imagine that its currently march 30 rn + idk how long dyeing your hair takes cs my mom wont let me dye my hair 😔 #ripjanshairgoals 

sometimes you ask yourself how did you get so lucky to meet shoto todoroki and become best friends with him just because of this stupid idea he got for april fools day

as well all know todoroki has 2 hair colors parted in the middle right

and his brilliant idea is to dye your hair the exact same colors of his hair and call it a day

so of course you had to agree with him even if it costed you your natural hair color

so you two hit up kirishima in secret to help you dye your hair

also this is just to fuck with your boyfriend bakugo

^^ thats what todoroki said

anyway

so like planned, at exactly 8:30 where bakugo would be knocked out cold, you three would start your grand fools day joke

“babe, i’m getting tired” bakugou yawns as you two watch tv in the common room 

“awww is it time for boom boom baby’s bedtime?” you cooed, pinching his cheeks

bakugo huffs and pulled you closer to his chest

literally 5 mins just passed and apparently bakugo cant take it anymore

“i’m sleepy. i’m going to sleep now” he checks the time on his phone and it deadass reads 8:05 PM 

“goodnight katsuki” you kissed his cheek briefly to which he returns your love with a kiss on the lips

“night” he smiles, walking back to his room

after the coast is clear

both kirishima and todoroki emerge from the kitchen holding up what seems to be a plastic bag filled with hair dye

“let’s get this bread” kirishima giggles as you and todoroki share a knowing look

~an hour into dyeing your hair~

“holy fuck kiri how do you deal with this shit every other week” you whined as they placed your head above the sink for what seems like the nth time tonight

“stop whining” todoroki tsked as he holds half of your hair up

“stop scolding me who are you? my fucking dad?” you retort sending ur bff a glare

todoroki literally flicks your forehead but he forgot he got dye in his fingers now your forehead is stained in the color of red

“SHOTO WHAT THE FUCK” you screamed as you rapidly wiped your forehead

“heh you sound like my dad” he snickers

kirishima had to deal with the two of you for 4 fucking hours

but luckily those hours are over since the look is complete

you looked in front of the mirror with todoroki and kirishima beside you

“hOLY FUCK YOU GUYS” you squealed, twirling your hair with your fingers

“looks sick dude” kirishima comments, complimenting his work which is the hair job lmfao

“sho look we’re twins!” you turned to todoroki and gave him your iconic grin he grew up with 

“i wish we were actually twins y/n” he says with a small smile pulling you into a side hug

you know what he means by that 

you quickly thanked the two boys for their hard work and you tied your hair with some plastic so it doesn’t stain your pillows and shit

+ you had to get some beauty sleep to surprise your mans

fast forward to the next day

since bakugo sleeps early, he also wakes up early

and when he went downstairs to the bathroom to do his business he almost had an heart attack and blew up the boys bathroom after seeing the red stained sink 

“fucking shitty hair and his shit he doesnt clean up” he grumbles to himself, staring at the sink

you on the other hand, you overslept because at the time you went to bed last night

so bakugo had to come all the way to your room to wake you the fuck up

bakugo knows you dont lock your door cs everyone probably knows by now that you’re dating him so if anyone who isnt bakugo goes to your room might be killed by bakugo himself if he finds out

and what bakugo saw was something he thought he only saw in movies

my boy lost all the color in his face when he noticed icy hot’s hair IN YOUR BED

(what he assumed was todoroki) 

its safe to say you were awoken by the smell of burning caramel and explosions going off in your room

“FUCK IM AWAKE” you jolt up from your bed in high alert after literally witnessing a grenade go off in your room

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” bakugo YELLS the moment he saw your hair color

you faced bakugo who was literally at the brink of crying cause mans thought you were ch**t*ng on him behind his back

“KATSUKI” you laughed, walking near him to give him a hug

bakugo was holding in his tears at this point

he wiped a stray tear angrily and sniffled

“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR” he croaked, his nose getting red

“IT WAS APRIL FOOLS. I’M SORRY” you apologized, holding his face

so basically everyone in 1-a was outside your room wondering what the fuck happened

todoroki took the liberty and opened your door to see you holding bakugo like he was a baby

“it was todoroki’s idea by the way” you throw todoroki under the bus, bakugo stays silent and just lets you hold him lmfao

“haha april fools” todoroki laughs as he watched bakugo cry 

bakugo turns around and gave him the bakuglare™ 

which todoroki understood as “get the fuck out”

so he leaves quietly and gave you a smile of accomplishment on the way out

you let out a laugh and turned your attention to bakugo again

“i’m so hurt right now i don’t even know what to say” he starts, “but i’m not gonna ignore the fact you look good in it” bakugo admits

“i’m going have to punish you for making me think of things” bakugo says through gritted teeth before scooping you up at ease and throwing you to your bed

;) 

[darkmulti]

Detention!

Stray Kids

Parings: teacher, incubus! Chan x female reader

Genre: smut, duh

Word Count: 1.9k

HEAVY SMUT

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

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Synopsis: Y/N lies to Mr. Bang and well.... he has to punish her.

~Hope you enjoy~

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A/N: 🤷‍♀️ warnings are after undercut~ not edited, please don’t kill me😔

⚠️Warnings: degradation, compelling, mentions of watersport, rough sex, spanking, slapping, spitting, marking, readers first time, hair pulling, choking, blood, overstimulation, dacryphilia

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Y/N lays her tongue on a flat piece of paper, making it wet. She rips the wet part and rolls it into a ball, then loads it into her straw. One eye closed and the other eye aimed right at her teacher. She blows into the straw and the spitball launches out, landing on her teachers face. “Y/N! I’m trying to teach a class here!” The troublemaker makes a baffled face and says, “it wasn’t me!”

“I saw you spit it at me.” He turns around and puts the marker on his desk. Her teacher walks over and inspects her desk. “Ah ha!” He pulls out the piece of paper and sets it on her desk. “What’s this?” He questions, moving his glasses down.

“It’s a random piece of paper. It’s not mine!” She scoffs and kicks the chair in front of her. “Nice try, detention after school. I need to discipline you for lying.”

Y/N sticks her tongue out to him, “you’re not my mom! You don’t get to tell me what to do!” Chan rolls his eyes and goes back to the front to finish off his lesson before school ends. Y/N chewed on her gum, while twirling her hair with her finger. She was half asleep when school finally ended. She quickly puts on her bag and mixes in with the students trying to leave.

“Not so fast, Y/N!” The man pulls her back by her backpack and tells the rest of the students to scurry off. “You have detention.” The brat makes a shocked face. “Oh, I forgot.”

“I’m sure you did…” he goes over to the door and locks it. “Little slut.”

“Excuse me? You don’t say that to a student, sir.”

“I can say whatever I want to say. I can make you do whatever I want you to do. I can stop you from breathing… If I wanted to, I could even piss in your mouth.”

“S-sir, I can report you for this!”

“With what proof?”

The girl's heart raced in her chest and her breath hitched. “It’s still wrong and you know it!” Chan slowly walks closer to her, tracing his fingers along the desk. “It’s wrong, but it feels right.” Y/N starts backing away not knowing what to do. “P-please sir. We can work something out. I-I won’t lie, or misbehave in class. I’ll be a good student!” She keeps backing up until her back hits the wall. She looks to her right for one second, and the next Chan has her arms pinned, above her head. His eyes slowly turn red, and Y/N notices. She rapidly blinks, to check if she was hallucinating or not.

Chan chuckles and cups the compelled girls cheek. “From now on you’ll do whatever I say. You will enjoy everything that I give you, and will take it without a problem. You will call me daddy or master, and be my little housewife. Understood?”

“Understood daddy.” Her cold eyes turned into soft ones and she slightly smiled. “P-please u-use me.” Her eyes sparkle upon saying this. “Gladly.” Chan lets go of her hand and starts kissing her jawline down to her neck. He rips off her clothes and throws them behind in a blink of an eye. “Wow daddy! That was fast!” The demon hums and attacks her tits; sucking on her right one while roughly massaging the left.

“Master! It feels so good.” She throws her head back and arches her back. Her sensitive nipples stung from all the saliva it absorbed, causing her to hiss. Chan left purple marks all over the girl's chest and neck. He picked her up and laid her on the desk. She put her legs high up waiting for her masters order.

Her master takes his belt off and spanks the girls ass. He grabbed her legs and flipped her over, onto her stomach. “Are you ever going to lie to daddy?” He spanks her ass, and pushes her face down. “Tell me babygirl, I’m giving you permission to talk.” The demon spanks her again, this time leaving a little blood. “I-I w-will never l-lie a-again.”

“Good.” Chan gets on his knees and licks the blood away. “I wonder if your cum will taste as sweet as your blood… Let's find out.”

“Uh.. daddy, can you please be gentle? I-it’s my first-” Before she could finish her sentence, the man starts to laugh. “Master, what’s so funny?!” She frowns and looks behind at him. “The school’s slut is a virgin?” Daddyy!” She cries out. “It hu-urts!” She sobs in Chan’s arms and he ruthlessly goes faster. The tiny girl lets out a quiet scream while cumming.

Her legs go numb and she almost collapses to the floor but the man behind her catches her. He bends her over the table and picks up his pace. “WHO TOLD YOU THAT YOU CAN CUM?!” He angrily growls at her. “N-n one, master.” She silently sobs, and looks away not wanting to get in more trouble. “Next time tell me!” He gives her another full thrust and his tip reaches deep in hitting her gspot. “AhHHHH IM GONNA CUM!” She lets out her sobs and cums again. “I-I’m so s-sorry daddy! Please forgive me I-I couldn’t control it!” She shakes in fear under the man.

“You could’ve held it in, but you just like being a disobedient brat. Just you wait. Once I’m done with you, you’ll be afraid to make eye contact with me. I’ll fuck that little brat right out of you body, and fuck her too.”

“N-no! Please don’t hurt me master! I-I love you.”

Chan smirks, knowing that he has her tightly wrapped around his finger. “You love me? Already? Even though I’m fucking your guts out?”

“Y-you don’t l-love me?”

“No”

Y/N gasps and starts screaming and crying under him. “GET OFF ME IF YOU DON’T LOVE ME!” The little kicks her feet trying to get him off of her, clearly hurt that he doesn’t love her. “Listen here you fucking cunt. I won’t EVER love you. I don't love. I’ll fuck you everyday, you take it, no questions asked.”

“NO! I WANT SOMEONE TO LOVE ME!”

“NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE SUCH A NASTY WHORE!”

Chan throws her across the room in anger and his eyes start turning black. “You want to love a demon? Demons can’t love! And even if they could, why would I ever love you?!”

He picks her up off the floor and pins her against the whiteboard, getting closer to her face. “Am I unlovable?” She asked. The man picked her up and held onto her thighs. His tip rubbed her wet lips and Chan titled his head. “Do you think that you’re unlovable?” She nods. “Well you’re wrong. No one will ever love you.” His hand immediately covers her mouth as he thrust his hips up, shoving all of his cock in. She squeezes her eyes shut, but the tears keep coming anyways. At this point his words hurt more than his actions.

Her core began to sting from overstimulation. Each time he would thrust in, her breath would be knocked out of her, as well as some tears. She no longer wanted to talk to him, even though her pussy was saying something else. Her cunt was throbbing around his cock, suffocating it. This drove the demon insane. His black horns started to rise up in his head, indicating that he was sensitive but angry.

He held her still while fucking the attiude out of her. She sobs and tries to get him to loosen his grip, but he only holds tighter. “Daddy I’m going to cum!” Her hair sticks onto her forehead and she rolls her eyes back feeling him destroying her gspot. “Don’t cum yet, hold it in” her eyes widen and she quickly sucks everything in. She clenches her jaw and starts crying again, but this time, a lot louder. “I-I can’t hold it!”

“HOLD IT!” The demon bites on her neck, sucking some blood out. She screams and kicks her feet, wanting out. “Too much- daddy please!”

“Cum for me whore! Cum all over my cock!”

Y/N moans and throws her head back, banging it on the whiteboard. She spills her white juices on his cock, while he releases in her. They stay like that for thirty seconds, trying to catch their breath. Chan drops her onto the floor and she lands on her buttocks. “Get on your fucking knees” the little is quick to obey and gets in knees infront of her master.

“When I cum, I cum a lot.” He strokes his cock super fast until his cum shoots at her face and tits. “Open your mouth.” She opens her mouth and his thick, sweet cum lands on her tongue. Chan looks down and spits in her mouth too. “Swallow.”

Y/N gulps it all down while making eye contact with his black eyes. He picks her up off the ground and praises her for taking it. The man was about to lick his cum off her face until someone walks in,

“Chan, what’s taking-” Felix’s eyes widen and jaw drops.

“Perfect timing brother. I was just about to call you.”

To be continued~

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Y’all already know an aussie threesome bout to happen.

Not edited… too tired 😓

Edit: I STILL HAVENT EDITED IT SOMEONE HELP ME! SCHOOLS SLAPPING MY ASS HARDER THEN BANG CHAN!

Don’t make fun of me for dumb mistakes:(

It 1:34am 🥺

[thesolotomyhan]

Narcos: Dating them would include:

Chepe’s expression is me while I stare at my laptop when my head cannons don’t write themselves. I managed to finish this one first and I hope I wrote him well @fleurfatale89​ ! :)

Tags: @fandomnerd16​ , @visintaes​

Warnings: NSFW!

Oooohh, Chepe,, let me just say- What A Man, how could you not love this Cali king

The smoothest mf, let me tell ya, even when you’re married to the man , he has you blushing all the time

Like, whenever he has the chance, he’s whispering the most dirtiest shit in your ear just to see you squirm as he just smirks-

But whenever he’s feeling all mushy, he’s giving you the most heartfelt compliments, just- the way you look up at him and smile makes his heart flutter-

I low key see him still maintaining that sassy and hard exterior he has but when you’re around him, he’ll melt and become the softest man in the room

Like, whatever you need, he’s doing it for you with no argument whatsoever, it doesn’t matter who he has in front of him,,, 

He’s dropping everything to do whatever you need from him- 

He’s definitely thinking about your future’s all the time,  how he not only wants to marry you but also grow a family with you- I can’t, I just know Chepe is a family guy-

ok, anyways, you’ll be walking into the room where he’s talking about negocios, and he’ll forget about whoever he’s talking to and give you fucking heart eyes

He’s calling you over and pulling you into his lap as he relaxes into his chair again, 

“Ahora sí, sigue diciendo lo que vos tiene en mente”

No one has the balls to tell him if you can leave so that they can discuss business, and if they do, ohhhhooho,

He’s giving that death stare and just saying

“Vos puede decir lo que tiene que decir enfrente de ella” - a power move*

You have to have the utmost respect when your in the room and on the ground you walk on, alright-

Dates with Chepe are simple, like they’ll consist of café and fast food in New York

but in Cali, it’ll be like a Mariscos “restaurant” ,, but again sencio

This man is ordering the whole menu for you both, if he’s taking you out, he wants to make sure you eat well :)

But either way, you’re both always laughing and having the best time together, it doesn’t matter to him where you’re both at, he just wants to see you happy :))

Late night walks through New York- yes please-

Like can you imagine, he takes you to see like New York City at night,, at the top of a building or over the waterfront and he’s just hugging you from behind as you both admire the view, but he’s too busy just watching you, you’re his best view 🥺

When you’re taking your late night strolls and it gets cold, he’s giving you his ugly signature yellow jacket to keep his cariño warm

Fuck, when the jacket is too big for you, he’s laughing at you because you look so cute, as he kisses your forehead-

Ugh, the Cali parties, that’s where he loves to show you off, always having an arm wrapped around your shoulders, and the fucking smile he has because he has the most beautiful woman in his arms,,,

He tries his best to not leave you unattended at these parties,,

Like, when he’s not discussing things with the rest of the gentlemen of Cali, he’s sitting right next to you with you tucked into his side-

I can see him whispering into your temple at how he judges everyone that comes into sight when he gets bored,, it’s a fun pastime he has with you, because when he makes a particular rough comment, your playfully hitting his chest and scolding him

To outsiders it looks like you’re just a playful couple but little do they know that Chepe just roasted the shit out of them

Being best friends with Pacho, another yes, he fucking adores your relationship with Chepe

“Ella es la única que tiene vos agarrado por los huevos, Chepe,,, que mujer, la adoro”

The fond look Chepe has as he looks at you talking with Gilberto or someone,,,, just, the laugh Chepe lets out as he looks back at Pacho-

Ooohho, cuddling on the couch,,,

Nothing beats the feeling of just watching a movie or something with you in the comfort of your cozy home

Godd, when you fall asleep on top of him when it gets really late, the way he’ll smile and pick you up and take you both to bed,,, his forehead kisses are the BEST, im gonna cry

Or the way you run up to him when you hear the door open after he comes home from killing some people

He laughs as he picks you up by one arm and twirls you around,,

Meanwhile, your trying to make sure he’s alright and not hurt,,

“Calmese mi boñita, estoy bien, ya le llegue”-ughh

Can you imagine the way he’ll look at you when you wear his shirts around the house,,,

The first few times you did it, he was so confused as to where his cleaned shirts would go but ohohoho, when he called you about this problem and saw you walking into the room, wearing his shirt, his heart melted

“Lo quieres? Perdon, mi amor, no sabia que te la ibas a poner hoy”

He’s laughing as he shakes his head and comes to pick you up,,,

“No, no, déjalo,se te ve mejor a vos, mi angelita "

Soft!Chepe has my heart. 🥺

NSFW:

Buckle up because Chepe, takes any excuse for having sex with you

You’re having a bad day? He’s making you feel better. You’re mad at him? Forget it, he’s making you question what the problem even was. You're happy? Let’s make the day even better for you.

Whatever the reason, he has an even bigger reason to have you in bed

Lingerie is this man’s weakness,,, holy shit

Like he thinks you wearing his shirts is the hottest thing ever, but you know what tops it off?

When you unbutton said shirt and you have his favorite lingerie underneath-- ohhh, he just died by the sight of that-

Like, I imagine him coming home and you’re quickly leading him to sit down on a chair to welcome him home,

Once he’s seated, you’re backing up to unbutton the shirt, with the new lingerie he bought you recently,

Chepe is immediately leaning forward to pull you on top of him,

“Hijo de puta-, ven para aca, mi bonita” -

Heavy makeout sessions before he has you screaming his name? Another yes.

Nothing gets him going than seeing you slowly starting to lose your patience with him when he doesn’t hurry to relieve the growing knot you feel

“Chepe,, amor”

While you’re desperately squirming and trying but failing to unbuckle his pants when he moves your hand out of the way,,,

“Que mi bonita? Dime que necesitas?” as he’s giving you kisses around your face-

The buildup is what he lives for, caressing every part of your body,

The way you squirm and try to grind your hips to his-

Praising you for your beauty every time he takes a new article of clothing off of you,,

The way he’ll hold your leg when he finally pushes into you-

Chepe would plant his hands near you head as he thrusts into you because he’s able to see how you react and just admire how you throw you head back

He’ll be slowly but roughly thrusting into you while leaving marks on your jaw, thats his favorite place :) because there’s really no way to hide his marks on you

Buttt, *ahem* you know he’s using his hands to stimulate other places, the way you open your legs a little further gets him going

when your enojada with him,, he’s going down on you for as long as he wants, my man is not stopping until your crying from pleasure-

,,, making sure you even forget why you were mad at him in the first place

“No que estabas encabronada, bonita? Y ahora, mirate”-

Fuck, the way his mustache f e els-

He loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, it reassures him that he’s making you feel good

He’s definitely leaving marks on your inner thighs too,, like he’ll tease you by inching real slow to your core all while maintaining eye contact with you, the fucking smirk he’ll have,-

He has no problem having you top him,, he even encourages you to do it, honestly, it’s one of his favorite positions...

God, the way he’ll laugh when your hips stutter and you plant your hands on his chest to steady yourself

“Siguele, mi amor, no pares”

The way he’ll wrap his arms around your waist and start to kiss your chest as he helps you bounce on top of him-

Have you seen his fucking arms? 

No, but lowkey, going back- he really loves having frustrated sex,

Like, everything happens so fast, you’ll be arguing over something as your anger rises and you start to walk out the room and the next thing you know, he’s grabbing you and roughly kissing you

He’s taking off your clothes as he doesn’t stop kissing you and walks you to the bedroom, while you’re hurriedly trying to take his off as well, like even though you want to stop him because you’re mad, you can’t at the same time,,,

I can see that he’ll playfully throw you on the bed and drag you to the edge-

“Aver si sigues de cabrona conmigo, preciosa”

The way he’ll silence before you even have time to give him a witty remark,,

He’s not giving you time to adjust, he’s relentlessly pounding into you as you arch your back into him

And the way he’ll wrap one of his arms under your back and push you into him even more as his thrusts don’t stop-

Nothing excites him more when he feels how you harshly scratch his back and loudly moan his name

 the chuckle that comes out of him when he sees just how responsive you are to him

Wow- Chepe just acts like a horny fucking teenager all the time, but man does he deliver, my man knows how to please 😌

[coffeecakefanfics]

Golden Dandelions Azula x FemReader

@creepytoes88 this one’s for you 

Song: Golden Dandelions by Barns Courtney

Warnings:Fluff, Angst, THIS FIC IS GAY IF I SEE ONE HATEFUL COMMENT IM GONNA STAB SOMEONE IN THE THROAT!!!

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

If there was one thing no one could deny it was that princess Azula was hot.  She was hot headed, hot tempered, hot to look at. She was a fire hazard to most people.  Everyone was scared of her, everyone except (Y/n).  The two had struggled to find peace at first.  Classroom fights were common between the two, but who would have thought that the two most hot headed kids would be friends.  The pair would practice their bending in the castle for hours, both getting way too heated for either ones good. 

Azula had Mai and Ty Lee over for a “sleep over”.  The trio laid sprawled across the princesses room.  Ty Lee draped herself over the bed while Mai hunkered on the floor at the foot surrounded by blankets and pillows.  Azula sat in the window seat over looking the garden. 

“So Mai how are things with Zukooo?” Ty Lee teased. 

“I don’t know, I mean he’s nice,” Mai shrugged nonchalantly.

“Oh please you two were SO bugging at each other”

“Were not” 

The two bickered.  Azula clutched the pillow tighter to her stomach.  Was what she felt. . .  wrong? She felt guilt overcome her body.  No one else hid their relationship, so why did they?  Why did they share secret brushes and light kisses.  

“Azula?” Mai broke her train of thought.

“I’m sorry did you say something?” she replied snappily

“Azula are you, are you crying?!” Ty Lee bolted up on the bed.

“What? No I don’t cry,” Azula huffed and turned to look out of the window”

“Azula talk to us”

“Yeah you haven’t said anything to us for a week, is everything okay?” Mai and Ty Lee poked and prodded into her mind.  Her head swan.

“I don’t feel well,” the princess held her head in her hands.  Her face went white, her fingers felt hot, but why? 

“Azula please don’t shut us out, we’re your friends” Mai begged.  They were her friends but they weren’t HER.  They didn’t smell like sweet fruits and their hands weren’t as soft against her cheek. Their eyes didn’t look at her with admiration like she did.  

“Leave me alone please,” Azula shook her heaqd.

“Azula-” Mai started

“I said leave me alone!” Azula yelled throwing her hand out accidentally sending flames at her friends.  Mai and Ty Lee looked at the princess shocked.  They gave each other a look and nodded.

“Talk to us when you’re ready,” The girls packed and left.  The room fell dark, the only light was cast from the moon.  Azula threw a robe on, keeping the hood over her head.  She walked out to the field, no THEIR field and laid on the grass.  She felt the blades run under her fingers.  She plucked a single dandelion and twirled it in her fingers. 

“You shouldn’t pick those you know”

There she stood, in a white silk gown that fell to her ankles.  The fabric clung to her every curve.  Her hair was laid gracefully, a crown of dandelions sat on her head. She looked ethereal. She almost glowed. 

“You look like a princess,” Azula stood up and took her hands.

“My love, don’t get soft on me now,” (Y/n) smiled softly.  Her face lit up but dropped when she saw the tears falling down her lovers cheeks.

“Oh Zula, honey no, don’t cry. Why are you crying?” Her hands were soft and gentle as she held Azula’s face.

“I regret keeping us a secret, I should have screamed it to the world.  I’m so sorry,” She cried.  Her walls and fire crumbled before her.  “You deserved to be shown as the prize that you are.  You deserved better,” Azula sobbed.

“Shh, come her loves,” (Y/n) held Azula tightly, She lowered the both of them to the ground and stroked Azulas hair. 

“You know, I loved this side of you, Your real side.  Your human side,” she got a chuckle from the other girl.  Azula pulled back.  Her face was red and her eyes were puffy.  

“DO you remember when I first showed you this place?” (Y/n) asked.  How could Azula forget.

(Y/n) threw blast after blast at Azula, who never let her guard down, but her breath was getting unsteady.  

“You’re weak” (Y/n) called

“I’m still stronger than you,” Azula fired back

“Never in a million years,” (y/n) smirked and sent a shockwave of fire at the girl.  Azula dodged but didn’t see the second wave coming.  She was knocked to the ground.  (Y/n) ran over, jumping with excitement.

“I told you!” she yelled.

“Shut up,” Azula rolled her eyes. (Y/n) laid next to her in the flowers. Azula rolled onto her side.  (Y/n) turned her head to look at her love.  Her raven hair had fallen from the bun and fell down her shoulders.  Her cheeks were red from the fight, lips swollen.  (Y/n) pushed Azula back onto the ground and cupped her cheek softly.  She caught her amber eyes before kissing her.  Azulas lips were always soft, like velvet against hers.  Every muscle in Azulas body relaxed as (Y/n) led her in a kiss filled with nothing short of love and passion.  (Y/n) trailed her lips down Azula’s jaw and to her neck.  Azula let out a soft sigh and laced her fingers in (y/n)’s hair.  A hand tugged her robes up.

“How could I forget, I lost my virginity to you here,” Azula actually smiled at the memory.

“And what did I tell you?

“You wanted to be buried here, surrounded by the golden dandelions.  You wanted to be apart of a piece of beautiful earth,” Azula turned her gaze away.

“Zula, listen to me.  I waited for this moment all of my life.  To love you but it’s over.  You have to let me go,” (Y/n) pleaded.

“I can’t do that!” Azula snapped yanking away from her girlfriend. 

“Azula please, I’m gone now, I can’t be here with you like this forever.  I can only come to your world on special occasions. Azula you can’t keep coming here and staring at that fucking rock.  You need to sleep, you need to eat, you need to move on, to love another,” (Y/n) reached out for her.

“I can’t just forget you like that,” Azula looked at her. The waterfall of tears already tumbling down her face.

“My Love I never said forget me.  I don’t want you to forget me, I want you to move on.  Keep our locket safe, keep our memory alive but please my love I can’t bear to see you in pain,” (Y/n) placed a phantom kiss on her loves head. “Talk to your friends, they need you just as much as you need them,” The girl smiled. 

“Now come,” she sat on the ground and patted her lap.  Azula laid her head on the girls lap, feeling her fingers brush through her hair.  Mai and Ty Lee approached Azula as the sun began to rise.  They both caught sight of the stone

Here lies (Y/n) (Y/l/n) the best soldier the fire nation has ever seen May she rest in peace amongst the golden dandelions. 

Azula rolled over and looked up at her friends. “I’m ready to talk”

[frischkasekuchen]

Dreamtalia Carrie AU

Credits:

Kyokyo866: Reve, Nevo, World(Nicholas) and Dreamtalia in general

Thriftlita: Vanya

Hetalia: Hidekaz Himaruya

Carrie: Stephen King

Warning:

Swearing

Religion

Religious abuse

Child abuse

Self-harm

Starring:

Reve and World(Nicholas) as Carrie White

Nevo as Margaret White

Germany as Tommy Ross

Canada as Sue Snell

Vanya as Miss Desjardin

(Author's Note: I've finished reading the book a while ago so I wrote something to celebrate- also I think this'll be my last piece until after my exams..)

(Note: the way i’ve written thoughts in parentheses is mimicking how Stephen King wrote telepathic communication and thoughts in Carrie- he only used apostrophes)

Carrie Memory- Father

Reve was humiliatingly trying to slip on the lacy stocking for he had bought to go with the dress Nicholas made for him. He was hobbling on one foot- knocking into nearly everything in Nicholas’ bedroom.

Nicholas snickered,

( christ, you look funny)

at this point Reve looked like he was wrestling a boa constrictor- and losing.

“And-And-Annnnnnnnd-'' Reve teetered backwards, “Got it!” The left stocking slipped on as he fell on the bed.

Nicholas let out a loud “HA!” as Reve fussed the skirt of the dress out of his face. He pushed himself out and stomped over to Nicholas, who slammed his mouth shut.

Reve pouted, “Shaddup! Who’re you laughin’ at?”

“You-!” he squeaked.

“You ass-” Reve blurted out. He went over to his white open-foot 2-inch heels and gloves. Slipping on the opera gloves were easier than the stockings, they latched on to his arms with a ‘SNAP’, they covered his scars easily. Next were the shoes, he slipped them on and he tightened them with a ‘SNAP’ as well, much more comfortable than the mary-janes he was offered earlier. He walked over to the full-body mirror and looked his entire outfit over. Reve began to worry, he went over to the dresser and sat down on a stool to let Nicholas fix his hair.

Reve’s face grimaced as his head became a jambalaya of worries.

( what if he doesn’t like how i look do you think the dress is weird nicky do you think it’s wei)

Nicholas hummed a hymn softly as he tried to soothe Reve.

( i think you good like you steal someone’s date you could steal all the boys from their dates that’s what i think)

Reve shrinked.

(what if this is a big joke what if luddie and mattie come hooting and hollering at my get-up what if he calls me a fag i don’t wanna be what if stands me up o god o god)

Nicholas smirked.

(i’ll tear out his tongue and feed it to mattie for being a big fat liar i’ll throw his ride into the gym that’s what i’ll do)

Reve gave a playful smile in turn.

(naughty nicky o no don’t do that that kills people)

The door to Nicholas’ bedroom slammed open to reveal his darling father.

“Red,” Papa said, glaring daggers into Nicholas’ uniform. “‘Course it’d be red.”

“I’m wearing blue and white- not just red.” Nicholas scoffed as he helped Reve put on a faux-flower armband Ludwig had given him. He finished combing down all of Reve’s hair save for a cowlick that refuses to go down.

(i think you should go downstairs reve this will turn sour go downstairs and wait for me)

(no i won’t let that windbag hurt you i’m staying i’m not leav)

“Take off that uniform- burn it.” Papa said sharply, approaching. “You can stay home- we can pray for forgiveness.”

“I. Don’t. Want. To. Pray. That’s final, papa. We have to get ready for prom.” Nicholas said. Oh that’s what he said to ‘pa, the ultimate curse word- worse than the Eff Word. Nicholas pulled Reve up to his feet from the stool and draped a shawl across his shoulders.

(leave reve go downstairs and wait for vanya i don’t want you to hear this)

Papa stayed still and stunned as though he had been slapped. “.......Take off that uniform, burn it, there’s still-”

“No. I. Said. No. Go fuck yourself, ‘cause after prom- I’m coming to pack up.”

He smacked himself- hard, leaving a red mark. It looked like a scar, a bunch of scratches. Nicholas paid no mind. With a blank stare he turned to the wall rushed at it- head forward.

He slammed into the wall with a loud ‘THUD’, he burst into tears and screamed. Reve jumped and his face scrunched up, he took hold of his wrist and stroked it- knowing what was under the gloves.

(what why you don’t hurt yourself like that no no leave nicky out of this you don’t hurt yourself in front of others no no you do that alone alone in private i know i do stupid bad man)

Nicholas still did not falter.

Papa then stared at Reve- like an angry father meeting his daughter’s secret boyfriend, climbing through her bedroom window. “You.”

Reve backed up into a corner near an open window- as Papa rushed up and seized Reve’s throat. He shook him back and forth raving- a s Nicholas tried to pull them apart.

(nicky i can’t breathe help me i’m gonna be sick)

“You rat- you parasite-! This is your fault!” he moaned as Nciholas tried to smack him off of Reve.

(don’t touch him don’t you do that papa don’t hurt him hurt me instead hurt me HURT INSTEAD ME HURT ME HURT ME PLEASE GOD HURT ME HURT ME HURT ME HURT M)

“I tried to keep the devil out of my house- and it was so difficult- it almost worked-!” Papa gasped, throwing his head up and whining to the ceiling. “Then you-you came along and taught him about those- those whores! You’ve turned him into an agent of the Wicked One- ” he paused for a moment and stopped shaking Reve- yanking the boy to look straight into the eyes of madness.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Reve shrieked in confusion.

(o god i’m scared i’m gonna shit myself)

Flex.

Papa was flung to the wall. Reve fell against the window sill, as a car pulled up to the house. The three rushed to the window as a station wagon came to a stop.

Mr.Bazarov had stepped out of the car; he was wearing a light, mute blue three-piece tuxedo that surprisingly matched his eyes- with a tar black bowtie.

Papa flew into a panic, he grabbed Nicholas by his wrists- “Please. Nicholas you can just stay here with me-!”

“I don’t want to stay with you papa-!”

“I’ll answer the door- I’ll tell him you changed your mind- that you don’t want to be around him-!”

“Let me go-leave me alone-!”

“You heard ‘im he doesn’t wanna stay-!” Reve yelled nearly breathless.

“Sit down-.”

“I’ll tell him you’re sick-!”

“SIT DOWN BE QUIET!’

FLEX.

Papa was flung to the floor and Reve was flung out of the bedroom.

(reve wait downstairs i’ll deal with this)

The door slammed shut, and Reve finally decided to go to the door.

Reve slammed the door open- to meet Mr.Bazarov, pacing up and down the porch, the slam startled him.

“Faucher! It’s nice to see you!” Mr.Bazarov looked him up and down. “This is wonderful handiwork!” he said,coming closer and examining the homemade dress. “Where’d you get something like this?”

“Nicky made it for me, he didn’t really want me- us- to go to prom- but he wanted to help me get a dress.” Reve said, stepping out on the porch and twirling to give him a full view of the pink gown. “He thought it was too plain but I like it!”

“That’s wonderful-! But where’s Nicholas?” Mr. Bazarov asked.

(oh shit)

“He’s-.” Reve was about to explain, before everything went awry.

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

Everyone outside, even Ludwig and Matthew who were still in the car-and now leaving to investigate- put their hands over their ears. A scream rang out, a scream from Nicholas- but it wasn’t as vocal as it sounded.

(LEAVE ME ALONE GET IN THE CLOSET LEAVE ME ALONE GET IN THE CLOSET LEAVE ME ALONE GET IN THE CLOSET LEAVE ME ALONE GET IN THE CLOSET LEAVE ME ALONE GET IN THE CLOSET LEAVE ME ALONE GET IN THE CLOSET LEAVE ME AL)

Windows and doors all over the house slammed open, and they heard Papa screaming his head off. “Nicholas stop this! Don’t you dare-!”

Finally, everything finally stopped opening- just closed. Save for Papa’s screaming- now accompanied by sobbing.

“N-Nicholas please! Don’t-They laugh at you-THEY’LL LAUGH AND YOU KNOW IT!” he howled. “COME BACK-PLEASE- I’LL PROTECT YOU! I JUST WANT TO HELP!” Footsteps were approaching, fast and loudly- and intensified as Papa’s tirade continued.

“COME BACK-! THEY’RE GONNA LAUGH AT YOU! YOU FOOL! THE LORD IS NOT MOCKED! COME BACK AND PRAY!”

“SHUT UP!” Nicholas screamed into the air, “STAY IN THAT CLOSET- and don’t say a word until I’m gone.”

Everyone outside could finally breathe again as they had been holding their breaths.

Nicholas choked out a sob, “I’ll be home at 11:30, and if you’re good- I won’t leave like this again, okay?”

“................”

“I’m sorry Papa, I love you.” Nicholas hiccupped.

Now a quartet of Mr.Bazarov, Matthew, Reve and Ludwig met Nicholas as he stepped out onto the porch.

Mr.Bazarov approached him and put a hand on his back and rubbed it, bending over to see if Nicholas was crying. “Boy-boy are you alright?”

Nicholas simply nodded.

(please please hold me please someone hold me)

Reve came over and embraced Nicholas. “That was very brave of you Nicky, very brave.”

“Sorry to interrupt-” Ludwig had finally spoken, “But- is everyone ready to go?”

Nicholas said, “Yes, we’re raring to go.”

Reve turned to Ludwig and whispered, “Um, how do I look?”

Ludwig gave him a small smile with a red face, “Wunderbar.” before shoving his face in his hands.

Reve tilted his head, “Eh?”

“Wonderful- he means wonderful.” Matthew said butting in.

Reve swore steam was coming out of his ears like a kettle.

(ohohohohohohohohohoho)

“Thank you.”

[ofstarsandvibranium]

This Is Your Song

Fandom: Marvel (Rock Star AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Your best friend is the lead guitarist of the up and coming rock band, The Howling Commandos. You’ve been with him and the band since the very beginning and throughout that time, you’ve realized you’ve fallen in love with your best friend. And you’re not sure what to do anymore seeing that you’re the band’s assistant and you’re tired of seeing Bucky with other women.

A/N: Was inspired after listening to Sami by Darren Criss and I changed some of the lyrics a bit. Also, this is long af (nearly 6K words!!), so I’m sorry.

You watch from the side of the stage as the Howling Commandos finish off their final song, the crowd going wild for them. There’s screams, hollers, cheers, all of it for your best friend and his band. You’ll never get tired of hearing the enjoyment the band gives to people, nor will you ever get tired of the proud look on Bucky’s face whenever they finish a show. 

“Thank you so much, everyone! We’ll see you next time!” Steve, the lead singer, shouts and the roar of the crowd grows as each member trickles off the stage. 

Dum Dum is off first, and he ruffles your hair as he passes by. Jim and Gabe both give you polite smiles. Jacques takes your hand and kisses it, he was the biggest flirt out of all of them. James gives you a little hip bump which makes you giggle. Steve pulls you in for a hug. And Bucky?

“WOO! THAT WAS QUITE THE SHOW TONIGHT, EH, Y/N?!” he lifts you up and twirls you around making you squeal and giggle. 

When he sets you down, you ruffle his already messy hair, “Yeah! They really dig you guys!”

“Alright, guys, let’s pack up and head to the hotel! We fly out tomorrow morning and you all need your beauty sleep...except maybe Dum Dum. He’ll always be ugly.” you all chuckle as the band’s manager, Howard Stark, pokes fun.

“Fuck you, Stark,” Dum Dum replies with a smirk, shoving his manager. 

Everyone exited the building, heading towards the waiting van. There were already fans waiting for them outside. Screams and yells for each member’s name from different people. They all took a few pictures with fans, gave some hugs, and signed some things. You sat in the back of the band watching them with a proud smile on your face. They’ve come a long way from that small garage band. 

Your eyes moved from each member and then landed on Bucky. Your smile wavered when you saw him accept a number from a very attractive woman around your age. 

“Hey,” you look to your side to see Steve sitting beside you. He never really liked the crowds or the attention. He still saw himself as the small, shy kid from Brooklyn. Not some rockstar, “You okay?”

You put on a smile, one that you’re sure he knows is fake, “Of course! You guys did amazing last night.”

Steve looks at you with pity and you hate it. He’s well aware of your feelings for Bucky, “Y/N, you-”

You shake your head, cutting him off, “Just drop it, Steve. Please.”

Bucky is the last one to enter the van and he has a big grin on his face, probably because of how many numbers he received from some attractive looking fans. He looks back at you and immediately sees the worried look on your face, “What’s wrong?”

“Just tired is all.”

He scoffs, “Come on. You can’t be tired! We have our ritual!” Ritual meaning going to Bucky’s room watching crap reality tv while binging on snacks. 

You shrug, “Sorry, Buck. But you need your rest anyway, like Howard said, we’ve got an early flight.”

He slumps in his chair groaning, “Fiiiiine. Guess I’ll be watching The Real Housewives of Orange County all by myself.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, “It’s only for one night, Buck. You can live without me for a night.”

He smirks at you, “You’re my best friend. There’s no way I can live without ya.” the way that he looks at you right there makes your heart beat faster. It’s just one of those things that makes you think, Maybe he feels the same way. But then you see how he flirts with fans and groupies and other women. Then that hope is gone. 

Twenty minutes later, the lot of you are trekking down the hall towards your individual rooms. Yours is across from Bucky’s and right next to Steve’s. You pull out your card key and open the door, but before you step inside, Bucky stops you.

“Y/N?” you turn around to see him standing there, hands in his pockets. He then leans in and kisses your cheek, “Good night.”

You muster out a “Good-night” back and watch Bucky enter his own room, the door closing behind him. You look to Steve, who witnessed the whole thing, and he looks how you feel, completely in shock. You close your door and push Steve into his own, closing the door behind you. 

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God!” you cry out, “That just happened.”

Steve snickers as he kicks off his shoes and catapults himself onto his bed, “Yeah. That happened. I told you he likes you. The whole flirty bad boy act is just that: an act. You’ve known him for ten years, Y/N, there’s no way that any other woman can hold a candle to you.”

You want to believe Steve. You really do, but you think back to all the other women Bucky’s been around. They’re so beautiful. And you? You’re just some girl from Brooklyn who’s been following her best friend and his band around the country. And you’ll only ever be that: Bucky’s best friend. 

The excitement from the kiss has faded back into sadness, “He doesn’t mean it, Steve.” you mumble as you sit on the edge of his bed.

“Oh come on!”

“Steve, why would Bucky have me when he’s got all these beautiful women throwing themselves at him?”

“Well, for one, you know him like no one else. These women just like him for his looks and talents. They probably want bragging rights to say that they slept with a rock star.”

You look up at him, seeing him hugging a pillow, trying not to fall asleep, “How does Peggy do it?” you ask softly.

Steve’s eyes immediately widen at the sound of his girlfriend’s name. A small smile appears on his lips and his eyes soften, “I don’t know to be honest. Peg’s something else. She knows her worth and sometimes I feel like I’m not worthy of her. I’m gone a lot, on the road traveling. I’ve tried to break up with her a few times, saying that she deserves better. But she doesn’t want anyone but me. She loved me before the band even started and she loves me now. And-I don’t know, Y/N. Guess I’m just lucky to have someone as understanding and trusting as her.” 

You stare down at your lap, “I love Bucky, Steve. I really do, but I don’t know if I can handle being rejected by him.”

Steve sits up and moves over to you, his legs now hanging over the edge of the bed, and he places a hand on top of yours, “You won’t be rejected. That guy love you, Y/N. I know he does. Sure, he hasn’t told me that, but I see it. So enough of this mutual pining shit! You walk out of this room and up to Bucky’s. You barge in there and you tell ‘im that you love him!”

You nod, “Okay! I’ll do it!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!” Steve wraps his arms around you and gives you a big hug, “You’re not gonna need it, but good luck.”

You snort, “Thanks, and don’t forget to call Peggy before you go to sleep!”

“Right! Ha, I forgot. Thanks, Y/N!”

“It’s what I’m here for!” you give him a wave and then you walk out the door. 

“Okay,” you mumble to yourself, “You got this, Y/N. You got this.” you walk the short distance to Bucky’s door and you knock on his door. There’s no answer. Maybe he’s in the bathroom. You look at the time and see that there’s no way Bucky could be asleep right now. He usually doesn’t go to sleep until late. So you pull out the key to his room, one that you kept only for emergencies and you walk in. 

“Hey, Buck, I gotta tell you someth-” you stop when you see a woman roll off of Bucky. She’s naked, save for the panties she still has on. Bucky is down to his boxers.

“Y/N! I-I-”

You shake your head, “Sorry. Sorry, I-you didn’t answer and I didn’t think you-Sorry. I’ll go.” you’re heading for the door and Bucky’s crying out for you.

“Wait, Y/N! Don’t-fuck!” you hear a thud, but you don’t dare turn around. If you did, you’d see Bucky on the floor, scrambling to pull on his jeans. The necklace with his ring, the friendship ring you gave him, swinging around his neck, “Y/N! Wait!” the door shuts in his face and Bucky’s body fills with dread. 

“She your girlfriend or something?” the blonde woman asks, sitting at the edge of his bed, looking unnerved. 

Bucky runs his hands through his hair, “Get out.”

“What?” the blonde looks at him in disbelief.

“I said get out! Get dressed and get the fuck out!”

The blonde is pissed as she quickly throws on her clothes, “Can’t believe this!” and she pushes past Bucky and out the door she goes. 

Bucky grabs his shirt and pulls it on. Not bothering with his shoes, he steps into the hallway. He takes two steps and he’s in front of your room. He hesitantly knocks. 

“Y/N? Can-Can we talk for a minute?” he runs a hand down his face, “I just-I’m sorry you had to see that.” he lets out a shaky breath, “Can you please opent he door, Y/N? I need-please?” he presses an ear to your door and he hears nothing. No shuffling or footsteps coming towards him. You’re either ignoring him or just not in your room. He really hopes it’s the latter. 

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Earlier.

As soon as Bucky stepped into his room, he felt a grey cloud loom over him. He didn’t like that he had to come to his room alone. After every show, you were always with him and you always did your post-show ritual. But now that was broken and he doesn’t really blame you. You’re tired and he doesn’t wanna force you to do something when you’re not in the mood to do it. So he let you have your rest. 

He decided to go to the hotel’s bar instead. Maybe get a few drinks in to numb the loneliness that’s usually filled in by you. 

He isn’t even finished with his first whiskey and he’s already approached by a beautiful leggy blonde. 

“Hey, you’re in that band right?”

He glances her way and eyes her form. She’s gorgeous and maybe this is his chance to finally get over you, “Yes, I am. I’m Bucky,” he sticks out his hand with a smirk.

“Elaine,” she says in a low, seductive tone, “How ‘bout we get outta here, Bucky? Bet we can have a lot more fun somewhere private.”

Bucky licks his lips and nods, slapping down a few bills, not worrying about the change and pulling Elaine by the hand, towards the elevator. 

Her lips are on his as soon as the doors close. She tastes a bit like vodka but he doesn’t care. He needs to drown out your smile, your laugh, your eyes. The doors open to his floor and he practically drags Elaine to his door, glancing at yours, before heading inside his room. 

Clothes are discarded. Bucky’s on his back, down to his boxers and Elaine’s straddling him, completely topless. The kisses are wet and messy and-

“Hey, Buck, I gotta tell you someth-” at the sound of your voice, Elaine rolls off him and he sees you standing there wide eyed. He looks at Elaine and then you.

“Y/N! I-I-” he’s stumbling over his words, trying to find the right ones to say, to explain to you that-

“Sorry. Sorry, I-you didn’t answer and I didn’t think you-Sorry. I’ll go.” you’re heading for the door and Bucky’s heart is pounding. 

He calls out for you, “Wait, Y/N! Don’t-fuck!” he scrambles off the bed, falling onto the floor with a thud. “Y/N! Wait!” he tries to run after you but the door shuts in his face. 

This was a mistake. Why did he think he could do this?! He loves you!

He kicks Elaine out with no remorse. She should’ve never been there in the first place. Once she’s gone and he’s redressed, he goes to your door, pleading for you to open up. When he gets no response, he really hopes that it’s because you’re not in your room.

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You’re crying in Steve’s arms. You should’ve never listened to him. Why did you listen to him? You knew the truth. Bucky Barnes will never have feelings for you like you have for him. 

And now what do you do? You’re the band’s assistant and you don’t know if you can face Bucky. What are you going to do?

The next morning you and everyone else are packed into the fan, heading to the airport. You’re sitting next to Steve again, ignoring the Bucky’s pleading gaze on you. You put on your earbuds and close your eyes, drowning out face and the pain. 

You don’t sit next to him like you’re supposed to. You and Bucky always sit next to each other on plane rides, but this time, you don’t. You seemed to have switched tickets with Dum Dum, sitting next to Steve and Dum Dum next to Bucky. Guess no rom-com movies with you. 

The days seem so dull and slow now that you seem to be avoiding Bucky. He hates it. The ignored texts and calls. Being waved off to go help the stage crew. He just wants you to look at him, to listen to him. 

He happens to catch you all alone in the green room. You’re setting up the band’s snacks while everyone else is doing sound check. Bucky said he needed to use the bathroom, but really, he was just looking for you. 

“Y/N?” he sees your body tense and he hates that he’s the reason.

“I’m busy, Bucky,” you mumble, going back to setting up the snacks.

“Y/N, please, stop ignoring me.”

“I’m not ignoring you, Bucky. I’ve just been busy doing my job.”

“You don’t answer my texts or calls, you keep pushing me away whenever I try to talk to you, and you’re suddenly spending so much time with Steve? How is that not ignoring me. I’m your best friend-”

“Yeah, Bucky. You’re my best friend, not my boyfriend! I don’t have to text or call you or hang out with you every second of the day!”

Bucky tries not to let your words hurt him. You’re upset with him, that’s it, “Listen, Y/N, I just want to explain that ni-”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me, Bucky. I’m not your girlfriend. I’m not your anything. You can sleep with anyone you want. I don’t care.” You push him out of the way and head for the door. 

“No, Y/N, please! You’re not listening to me!” 

You look over your shoulder, eyes teary and lip quivering, “Just leave me alone, Bucky.” and the door slams behind you. 

You march up to the sound booth where Howard is watching the sound rehearsal. He looks at you with a worried gaze, “You okay, kid?”

“After tonight, I’m quitting.”

“You sure?” 

You nod, “Yeah. I just-I need a break from all this. I wanna go back home work on my songwriting.”

“Alright,” you know he wants to say more, but he doesn’t. His arm just wraps around you and he pulls you in for a hug, “I’m gonna miss you, kid.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

The show was a blur for Bucky. His heart wasn’t in it like it usually was and everyone could tell. The band kept asking him what was up and he just answered with the same thing, “Nothing.” He goes straight to his hotel room after that, just needing some sleep and hopefully, when he wakes up, it would be just a terrible nightmare.

It wasn’t. In fact, it was so much worse.

“Quit? She just-she just quit?”

Howard nods, “Yeah. Flew back home last night. Said she needed a break.” 

This was it. After everything that you and Bucky had gone through, you were done. And it was all his fault. 

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3 months later and 2 months until end of tour.

Being in back in Brooklyn is so weird. You became so used to hotels and big arenas and now you’re back to your old apartment. Your roommates Wanda and Pietro still around, giving you comfort and support. 

While working at a cafe, you continued to work on your songwriting, something that was a hobby you obtained whilst being friends with Bucky. You actually helped him write a few songs for the band and it always brought you joy to hear them play it, hearing the crowd sing along to the lyrics. But now the thought just made you sad. 

You’re in your room, sitting in front of your small recording set up, guitar in hand as you strum the chords you’ve been practicing, as well as the lyrics: 

I've seen your face, I've heard your name I've lost my place and you’re to blame And I can't stand it when I'm staring in your eyes And you’re not looking back, it's not a big surprise

I've heard music, I've heard noise I wish that you could hear your voice The way that I do when I go to sleep at night And dream my life away but you’re gone when I awake

You stop strumming to write down more lyrics into your notebook. It’s not much, but it’s definitely a big deal since this is your first song you’ve written without Bucky or anyone’s help. 

Speaking of Bucky, according to Steve, he’s not doing well. You see from footage of fans and media outlets that he’s not as lively as he used to be. Sure, he’s smiling on stage and meeting fans, but people have come to realize that he’s not genuine. Are you worried about him? Of course, but you need your time away from Bucky. You can’t handle your feelings for him while he’s around so being away from him has definitely helped...despite you writing a song about him. 

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Bucky just loves to torture himself, it seems. He’s in his hotel room and the tv is on in front of him, but he’s not paying attention. Instead, he’s watching a video of you and him on his phone. 

You and he are sitting on the couch in the green room before a show. The band is chatting away in the background while you and Bucky are tossing grapes into each other’s mouth. It was a competition to see how many you could catch in a row. You were winning. 

Bucky watches as you throw a grap at him, the small fruit hitting his nose instead of his mouth, which resulted in you bursting into laughter. A sad smile appears on his face. He notices how he’s looking at you on screen. Eyes filled with so much amusement and love. He should’ve just told you how he felt instead of trying to push his feelings aside. Maybe if he did tell you, you wouldn’t have left. 

“Hey,” he looks up to see Steve standing at the edge of his bed.

“How-”

“Stark let me in. I did knock.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

Steve hears your laughter coming from Bucky’s phone and he shakes his head, “Stop it. You’re hurting yourself even more.”

"I miss her, Steve. She’s still not reading any of my texts or answering my calls. I love her and I fucked up.”

“Well, soon enough, the tour will be over and we’ll go back home. Then you can beg and plead and all that, but right now we have a job to do. So get off your ass and let’s go.”

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1 month until end of tour

You finally did it. You came up with the chords and the lyrics and you’re done. The song is done and you’re so proud! 

You sit in front of your camera, guitar in hand and you smile, “Hey, Steve. I did it! It’s done! I spent all last night finishing it up and here it is! I hope you like it!” you clear your voice and then begin to strum your guitar:

I've seen your face, I've heard your name I've lost my place and you’re to blame And I can't stand it when I'm staring in your eyes And you’re not looking back, it's not a big surprise

I've heard music, I've heard noise I wish that you could hear your voice The way that I do when I go to sleep at night And dream my life away but you’re gone when I awake

Bucky, Bucky... Why can't you see What you're doing to me?

The way your hair falls in your eyes Makes me wonder if you'll Ever see through my disguise And I'm under your spell

Everything is falling And I don't know where to land Everyone knows who you are But you don't know who I am

Bucky, Bucky... Why can't you see What you're doing to me?

I see you singing on that stage You look just like an angel And all I do is pray

That maybe, someday you'll hear my song And understand that all along There's something more that I'm trying to say When I say

Bucky, Bucky... Why can't you see What you're doing to me?

What you're doing to me!

Bucky, Bucky... Why can't you see What you're doing to me?

What you're doing to me..

“So yeah. That’s-That’s the song,” you chuckle, “Clearly, if I take this to the studio, I’m gonna change Bucky to, I don’t know, Baby. That makes sense, right? Anyway, tell me your thoughts and if I should change anything. Hope to hear from you soon!” you wave at the camera and then end the recording. 

You then hook up your camera to your laptop and attach your video to an email, sending it to Steve with anxiety coursing through you. 

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Steve his on his laptop in Bucky’s room. His earbuds in and Bucky assume’s he’s watching youtube videos or something. Meanwhile, Bucky is trying to read an email on his phone but the format is all weird. He turns around and waves at Steve, who pulls out an earbud, “Yeah?”

“Can I borrow your laptop? Becca sent me an email and I can’t read it ‘cause the format is weird.”

“Uuuhh, yeah.” Steve clicks something and then pulls his headphones out, “Here ya go. I’ll be back. I’m gonna grab my charger from my room.”

“Yeah. Kay. Thanks, man.”

Bucky sits up and settles the laptop on his lap and moves the mouse to add a new tab, but he stops when he sees your name. He knows he shouldn’t read Steve’s email, but it was your name! Curiosity got the best of him and he began to read Steve’s email.

It sounds amazing, Y/N! I’m really proud of you and I’m very honored to be one of the first people to hear your song. Keep up the good work and I expect you to remember me when you’re famous. 

Miss you a bunch, 

Steve.

“Song?” Bucky mumbled to himself. He looked up the thread and saw that you sent him a video. He clicks on it and he’s greeted to your face, your voice, your smile. God, did he miss you. 

He watched as you began to strum your guitar. Your mouth opened and there came that beautiful voice he loved:

I've seen your face, I've heard your name I've lost my place and you’re to blame And I can't stand it when I'm staring in your eyes And you’re not looking back, it's not a big surprise

I've heard music, I've heard noise I wish that you could hear your voice The way that I do when I go to sleep at night And dream my life away but you’re gone when I awake

It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. You wrote this all by yourself? Bucky couldn’t help but swell with pride as he hears you sing-

Bucky, Bucky... Why can't you see What you're doing to me?

What? “She wrote a song about me?” he mumbles out loud. He looks up and sees Steve standing there, laptop charger in hand, “Why did she write a song about me?”

“The same reason why you’re so depressed that she left. She loves you.”

“She loves me,” he whispers to himself, “Did she send you an audio clip too?” Steve nods, “Can you send it to me?”

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You knew that The Howling Commandos had their last show in Los Angeles. That meant everyone was coming back home, which meant Bucky was coming back home. You don’t know what you would do if you saw Bucky again. Would you apologize for walking out on him? Would you explain your jealous rage and heartbreak? Would you tell him that you love him? You didn’t really know, but you supposed you’d cross that bridge when you get there. In the meantime, you’ll continue working at the cafe during the day and then working on your songs during the night. 

Tonight was open mic night. Anyone can sign up and perform for the cafe. It was usually busy on these nights, so you didn’t have much time to enjoy the performances since you were hustling to make drinks. 

Your coworker Denise was the emcee tonight. So before and after every performance, she was there to announce the next act. Like now.

“Alright! Thank you, Kelly for the amazing cover of All Star. Now, our next performer is going to be singing an original, but not one he wrote. A special someone of his did. Anyway, let’s give it up for James!” the people sat around the small makeshift stage clapped and then gasped. You didn’t really care nor did you have the time to pause for a moment. You needed to get these drinks out.

“Iced matcha for Matt!” 

You hear the faint strumming of a guitar over the espresso machine. When you hear some all too familiar lyrics, you freeze. 

I've seen your face, I've heard your name I've lost my place and you’re to blame And I can't stand it when I'm staring in your eyes And you’re not looking back, it's not a big surprise

You excuse yourself from behind the counter. Your other coworkers not paying you any attention as you weave through the crowd, heading for the front of the stage.

I've heard music, I've heard noise I wish that you could hear your voice The way that I do when I go to sleep at night And dream my life away but you’re gone when I awake

You make eye contact with all too familiar eyes and the low melodious singing voice. There, sitting on the stool onstage is Bucky. He looks like he hasn’t slept and his clothes are disheveled. Did he just arrive from the airport?

Baby, Baby... Why can't you see What you're doing to me?

You continue to be captivated as Bucky sings the rest of your song, replacing his name with Baby, like you had mentioned in your video to Steve. Wait, did Steve show him your video? 

After a few more minutes, Bucky finishes the song and the entire cafe erupts in applause and whistles. He nervously chuckles and thanks everyone for their time. Hopping off stage and towards you. 

Your heart is pounding out of your chest and you feel like you’re on the brink of fight or flight mode. Mostly flight. You want to run away but your feet are planted to the ground. 

“Hi,” Bucky says, standing right in front of you.

“Hi,” you mumble back. You feel everyone’s eyes on you and your anxiety is creeping.

“Um, is there somewhere private we can talk?”

You nod and have him follow you to the storage room. Again, your coworkers paying no attention because they’re too busy pushing out orders. 

The door is closed and you’re both just standing there awkwardly. Bucky clears his throat and sets his guitar to the side, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans, “I, um, I miss you, and I understand, truly now, why you ignored me and eventually left. I mean, I think I understand? That song, that beautiful song, says a lot, but I still don’t know. I can only hope what you truly mean by it? I don’t know, I’m rambling. I didn’t really think all of this through.”

You shook your head and gave a deep breath, “I thought, from the way that you behaved around me and wanting to spend time with me, that maybe you had feelings for me. But then you’re flirting and talking to other women, so I thought maybe not, and then I did. You gave me a lot of mixed signals. I was gonna tell you that night that I loved you. Then I saw you with-with her and I was just heartbroken. I couldn’t face you after that, or the fact that you didn’t have feelings for me the way I do for you.”

“But I do have feelings for you, Y/N. I have for years and-and that night should’ve never happened. You said you were tired so we didn’t do our post-show ritual and I got stuck in this loneliness. I met..her at the hotel bar and brought her back because I needed to get over you. I loved you, but I couldn’t have you ‘cause we’re best friends. One thing led to another and yeah, I almost slept with her. Then you came in and everything went downhill from there. And I was a mess. 

“I don’t know if you remember, but that same night, I told you that I can’t live without you. And it’s true. I can’t live without you, Y/N. You’re my best friend, yeah, but you’re so much more than that.” he steps closer to you and cautiously take a hold of your hand, “I’m sorry for hurting you, Y/N, and I’m sorry for being confusing about my feelings for you. The truth is that I’m in love you. Period. No one else has made me feel the things that I feel for you.”

You sniffle, trying to hold the tears in your eyes from falling, but to no avail, they’re streaking down your cheeks. Bucky uses his thumb to wipe them away, hating that he’s causing you to cry.

“i really missed you, Bucky. I’m sorry I hurt you too.” you throw yourself into his arms and he tightens his hold on you. 

“Sssshhh. I forgive you, Y/N. I’m so, so, sorry. Ssshhh. It’ll be okay. We’re gonna be okay.”

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1 Year Later

Bucky is standing front and center on stage, his guitar in hand while the rest of the band walk off stage, “Alright. Hello, everyone!” he smiles when people cheer back, “So, we’re gonna take things a little slow now. Some of you may know this song, and if you do, sing along.” he begins to play a few chords, but stops, “Actually, wait. I think I need a little help with this one. So can I have Y/N to the stage please?”

The crowd cheers as you enter from stage right, hurriedly walking towards Bucky, with an extra stool in your hands. You sit down next to him and he smiles.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You giggle, “Hey, Buck.”

“So you okay singing this song with me?”

“I mean yeah, I was the one who wrote it for you.” People scream out, knowing what song was coming up next.

“Right. Of course. Anyway, you ready?”

“Duh!” 

He looks out to the crowd, “Are you guys ready?”

“YEAH!”

Bucky starts to strum the chords, his eyes not focused on the guitar or the crowd, but you, as you’re sitting there beside him, hand holding up the mic, and engagement ring shining in the spotlight. 

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The Other Side

Series ~ Mafia Au

Part ~ Prologue

Group ~ Got7

Words ~ 2462 

Warnings ~ Strong Language ~ Sexual Activity ~ Domestic Abuse ~ Rape ~ Murder ~ Drug use/Selling

Y/N had always been a curious girl, listening to conversations she wasn't supposed to, going places she wasn't supposed to, causing her to get in trouble a lot. Once she moved to a new town people were always warning her to not go to the other side, but what was the other side. She found out through her friend, the other side was literally the other side. It was a poor town that was separated from the wealthy, separated by a simple train track. Y/N always wondered "Why?" Why did people warn her not to go over there? Why did people always tell her that the other side was full of wretched people?

Y/N lifted her scarf so it was covering her mouth. She shivered against the cold wind and looked up at the other side. She was a few feet away from stepping on the train tracks, waiting for her boyfriend to meet her. She kicked a rock into the train tracks, hearing as the rock clinked against the steel. Y/N flinched as a hand touched her shoulder. She turned around and saw her boyfriend.

“Se Jun! You scared me.”

A deep chuckled emitted from his throat, “Sorry babe.” He cracked a grin and wrapped his arms around her waist, “You ready babe?”

Y/N adverted her gaze from person to person, letting out a breath, “Can we just....Can we stay like this for a few minutes?”

Se Jun buried his face in her neck and nodded, “Yea...Are you scared?”

Y/N leaned into his touch and bit her lip when she felt his warm breath hit her neck. She thought about his question before shaking her head, “No....Kinda?” She sighed, “Yes I am.” She admitted.

Even though she was curious, she always feared what would happen if her curiosity got the best of her, like today. She was curious to go over there and today she was going to go over there. She was scared of what would happen to the both of them. Their parents didn't know...no one knew, so what if something happened? Her mother always told her, “Curiosity killed the cat.” She always waved it off, but now it was getting to her.

“We don't have to go. We can turn back.” Se Jun suggested.

Y/N shook her head and somehow got the courage to go. “No! I’ve always wanted to see what was over there and Im doing it right now!”

Se Jun laughed and nodded, jumping off the sidewalk on the train tracks.

Y/N jumped into Se Jun's arm and he twirled her around before putting her down. He grabbed her hand and held it as they walked to the other side. Sejun let go of Y/Ns’ hand and ran, jumping on the sidewalk, balancing himself. Y/N giggled and saw Se Jun hold his hand out. Y/N grabbed his hand, as he helped her up. Y/N boosted herself up into his arms on a rock, chuckling.

“Well, we made it!” Se Jun exclaimed, “Wanna look around?”

Y/N nodded excitedly and started pointing everywhere.

“Okay...Okay, babe! Calm yourself.” Se Jun smiled, “Let's go to a diner. I know a good place.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and glanced at him, “How do you know a good place here? Have you been here?”

Se Jun’s smile faltered and he rubbed the back of his neck. “My brother used to live here and I used to visit him, so I know.” He shrugged.

“Where’s your brother now? Why didn't he live with you?” Y/N questioned.

Se Jun mumbled, “My brother didn't live with us because he wanted to live with our dad and our dad was poor.” He paused before running a hand through his hair. “My brother? He’s...he’s dead...along with my dad.” Se Jun sighed, “They deserved to die.”

Y/N gasped and slapped his chest, “How could you say that?! No one deserves to die! He’s your blood, They’re your blood and you saying stupid shit like this? How can you be so cr--”

Se Jun growled, “Drop it.”

Y/N immediately became quiet, looking around. Se Jun walked to the diner with Y/N following behind. He took a turn and smirked to himself. Y/N looked around at where they were at, “Babe?” She mumbled in a soft tone. “Where...are we?” Y/N was too distracted in her thoughts to notice that Se Jun had a cloth in his hand.

Se Jun walked up to Y/N behind her putting the cloth over her mouth. Y/N immediately started struggling, kicking him in his shin.

Se Jun’s arm fell from Y/Ns mouth and Y/N screamed, running away. Se Jun growled and ran behind her. Once he caught up to her, he picked her up and carried her to a nearby alley. He set her down in front of him, putting his hand next to her hand on the brick wall, smirking, “You better hush now princess or im gonna do something your not going to like.”

Se Jun started kissing her neck, leaving hickeys here and there. He mumbled, “See it's not that bad, princess.” He bit his lip, “Let's skip the foreplay and just get to the real part.” He moved his hands from her neck to her breasts, giving them a rough squeeze, causing tears to spill from her eyes. His hands moved down further, resting on top of her pants. He started pulling them down before feeling Y/N’s hands trying to pull his hands away.

“Stop...Please..Se Jun!” Her voice cracked, more tears spilling out. Se Jun let out a frustrated sigh, “Princess, you were doing so good, being quiet and letting me do what I want to.” He started tearing her hands away from his. Y/N started struggling, “Get off of me you piece of shit!” She yelled. All of a sudden, Y/N got slapped, her cheek getting red. Y/N looked at him with shock before starting to scream, “HELP! PLEASE SOMEONE!!” Se Jun growled before, pushing her to the ground.

“I guess we’re going to have to do this the hard way then, princess.” Se Jun kicked her in the stomach, laughing maniacally.

Y/N groaned in pain, her vision becoming blurry, “HELP!! PLEASE HELP!! SOMEBody....” Her voice started to become quieter, her vision started to get dark. Y/N saw a guy come in, starting to punch Se Jun, before blacking out.

~

Yugyeom was walking around, stirring chaos before hearing a girl screaming. He immediately ran towards her screams. Yugyeom turned the corner and saw a horrible view. A man hitting a woman. He felt his anger rising and before he knew it, he was punching the guy. He was letting out the anger. Yugyeom threw the guy to the floor, before growling, as the man laughed. “You think its fucking funny to hit a woman?!”

The man mumbled, “I can do whatever the fuck I what to do with her. She’s mine.”

That set off a bomb in Yugyeom, “Are you fucking sick?!” He kicked the man in the stomach, multiple times before putting his foot on the man's neck. “I swear to god if I fucking see you around here again, I won't hesitate to murder you.”

Yugyeom kicked the guy one last time, before running over to the girl. He sighed studying her features, “Such an angel.” He picked her up bridal style and began to walk towards the hangout.

The walk was long, but he didn't think much of it as he only was thinking about her.

Once he got to the house, he looked around to see if any of the other members were home. He quickly went up the stairs, skipping two steps, going into his room. Yugyeom went to his bed and laid her down carefully as if she were a china doll. He walked out his room, going to BamBam’s room as he had last used the medical equipment. Yugyeom was looking through drawers when a voice interrupted him.

“What are you looking for?”

Yugyeom turned his head towards the door, seeing Mark. “First aid.”

Mark raised his eyebrow, “You look fine to me.”

Yugyeom sighed, “It's not for me.”

Mark furrowed his eyebrows, “Who’s it f--”

He got cut off by a girl screaming and Yugyeom immediately, grabbed the first aid, running back to his room. He saw the girl, throwing pillows at BamBam. He chuckled before setting the first aid down on top of his dresser.

“Hey...Listen...your okay now.”

The girl started crying, “Don't hurt me.” Her voice hoarse.

Yugyeom approached the girl with careful steps, “No..No, we aren't going to hurt you...you safe now...he's gone.” He said with a soothing voice.

The girl flinched when he started approaching her. Yugyeom saw this and stopped moving, grabbing the first aid, “I just want to help you. Please...let me help you.”

The girl sighed and nodded, “Ok.” she whispered.

Yugyeom glared at BamBam, “Get out.” he said sternly. BamBam had already done enough, scaring the poor girl. BamBam walked out of the room, hands up in surrender. Yugyeom turned back to the girl and saw some dried blood on the side of her head. He grabbed a cotton ball and opened the rubbing alcohol, placing the cotton ball on top of the rubbing alcohol, tilting it. Once he thought he had enough rubbing alcohol on the cotton ball it tilted it back and took the cotton ball off.  "This might sting...tell me if it hurts." He placed the cotton ball on her wound, cleaning the dried blood off her face, before placing and pressing the cotton ball against her wound. He saw the girl flinch and he instantly felt bad for her.

"Whats your name." He whispered.

The girl looked up at him, "Y/N"  

He tossed the cotton ball away and repeated the process once more, "Beautiful name." He looked at her hands and ran the cotton ball over them. He threw that cotton ball away, before looking at her cheek. "Does your cheek hurt?"

The girl bit her lip, nodding, "Yea."

Yugyeom nodded, grabbing the first aid and making his way to the door, "I'll be back, im going to get you some ice."

The girl nodded and once he left, she got up

~

Y/N looked around the room and found a broken mirror. She looked at it and sighed, "I need to change." She went to a dresser and grabbed a sweater, looking for some bottoms. She took off her shirt and put on the sweater.

"Hey, here are some clothes that a friend let me borrow for y-" The guy looked at her and she saw him blush. She chuckled and walked towards him, grabbing the clothes, "Thank you...."

The guy cleared his throat, "Yugyeom."

Y/N's eyes widened at his name, "Wait, your Kim Yugyeom?! The guy that's in Got7?!" She had heard of Got7, the infamous gang. They always seemed to stir up trouble on both sides of the town.

Yugyeom nodded, "Yea...but we're not always like the media says."

Yugyeom was more the shy, quiet type in the gang. He never liked to kill people or sell drugs or capture girls. If he could change he would, but he couldn't as he was born into this lifestyle.

The door behind them creaked open and there stood Mark.

"So this is the girl you were taking care of. Why she wearing no pants? We're you guys getting it on?"

Yugyeom blushed, "N-No..She was changing and I was dropping her off some clothes." Yugyeom rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly.

"Whatever you say Gyeom," Mark mumbled, walking out.

"I-I better go..." Yugyeom bolted out the door.

Y/N chuckled, "Boys.." She looked through the pile of clothes and found some leggings. She put it on, seeing rips and tears. She sighed and looked out the window. "So this is how it feels like to look at my side." She looked at her side, how the sun shined so brightly above her side. She furrowed her eyebrows, walking towards the door. She opened it peeking her head out, looking to see if anyone was in the hallway. She tiptoed her way out, into the hallway. Again her curiosity got the best of her.

"Se Jun." She sighed as she couldn't tell her parents or the police, as one her parents would never believe Se Jun did that, two Se Juns' dad is the sheriff and he would do anything to cover his son up. She ran a hand through her hair, looking at how the wallpaper was coming off of the wall, how it seemed like Beauty and the beast, but she didn't know how many beasts there were. She turned around, walking backward just in case someone was following her. That's when she bumped into something hard.

"Y/N! What are you doing out?!"

She turned around, only to be faced with Yugyeom. She let out a breath, she didn't know she was holding.

Yugyeom picked her up and carried her back to his room, "Its dark, you should be sleeping." Yugyeom walked in and closed the door, setting her on the bed.

Y/N looked out the window and it was indeed dark. Did the afternoon really pass by that fast. She looked at Yugyeom seeing he was starting to fall asleep in a chair.

"Yugyeom!"

He quickly got up and looked around the room, "What?"

Y/N tucked some hair behind her ear, "Sleep in your bed....I'll sleep on the chair."

Yugyeom shook his head, "No...its fine." He smiled, "Sleep on the bed."

Y/N started to protest before Yugyeom cut her off, "I insist..please?"

She nodded, pouting. "Fine." She saw as he sat back down in the chair, quickly falling asleep. She chuckled and mumbled, "He's such a cutie." Y/N bit her lip, laying down on the bed, pulling the covers around her. Yugyeom wasn't that bad, but that doesn't mean the others are like him. She turned on her side, staring out the window. She shut her eyes and started to fall asleep.

'Tomorrow will be a better day than today.'

A/N ~ I hope this was good and hope you guys enjoy this series!

[nxsuper]

protect the child

-month later and some date-

 nx was nervous for the promise he make with cami

-day ago-

 if you show me how you travel , i let you  call me lili 

 -now- nx was nervous, very nervous 

-i hope she don't think that is strange!!!! ....ok sunglass ok, hat  ok, calm...not ok!!

nx hear a door open 

 -hey cam.....he stop,  he don't care how much time he see her but all time is a suprise 

-you still the most cute lili   he blush 

cami laugh  for that  - no no don't try today is that day a portal open under cami and she fall - ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....and she keepahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh - ahhh...oh but i'm not moving  nx was on her left -yes is the tunnel i use for travel cami touch a portal -cool!!! she dragged into grabbing nx nx hug and protect cami before  smash on a wall and falling with her -........ouch  cami fall on him  -ouch again cami  jumping off nx  -sorry sorry !!!!!! are you hurt?  nx standing up with the glass broke  -yes, you can't know how much this happen for that i check the portal all time before use them on you cami start laugh -sorry, sorry but your glass she keep nx laugh a little and change the glass fast  -wait you have another pair? nx sighing -like i say, this happen a lot nx rub his head  and check around - i don't know where we are ...mmm what a strange place. we  cami is missing. -oh  no. -nx start search cami and hear scream- -fk fkkfkfkfkfkfkfkfkfkkf cami like a thunder pass  nx left holding something and keeping run -...what .  a big shadow  with long claw is chasing them. O.O -OH!!!!!  FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF nx run! and reach cami! -WHAT HAVE YOU DONE !!!!!?!?!?  -OH COME ON ! You don't have to yell at me !  I can explain ! -GEEZ, GONNA HELP SO MUCH THAT YOU EXPLAIN !  -YOU JUST ASK ME ! Okay, let's find a place to hide, so I can explain.  They run a to a small hole in the wall and hide in it.  Nx suddenly notice that Cami was holding something. It was a small afraid Temmie. He lowered his voice and ask :  -Can you explain me now what the heck have you done ? And who is this little guy ?  -Well, okay. So... -----

--- Nx was putting his glasses on and Cami decide to start exploring the cavern they pop in, while he wasn't looking. She got deeper and deeper in the cavern, until she realised she was lost. -Aw man, I'm so dumb...  She start to call Nx, hoping that she wasn't that far from him. Suddenly, she hear a noise at her left, in the shadows.  -Hum... Hi ? Is anyone there ? Cami's eyes started to be use to the dark and she saw a shadow creature, with eyes so white and cold that they could've eat all the joy on this world. The thing was violenty projecting a small Temmie against the walls of the cavern.

-HEY !  The creature fixed his attention on her, both of his cold eyes looking deep into her soul. She wasn't afraid to much, she has seen worst. -I see that you like hurting weaker than you. Why don't you try to hurt me, instead. Dunno, for a change.  The dark thing, that was standing there, start moving really fast and rushed on her, what was his mouth open, ready to eat her. She dodged and passed by, catching the Temmie while running in the opposite direction as fast as possible. ~~ -...And then I saw you, we ran... You know what's next.  Nx was looking at her with concern. nx keeping watch that thing -that thing haven't a body this mean, she can follow us outside this dimension he growl  ok   cami!  cami keeping run with the  small temmie -what?! i can't run more fast!! .....and i won't trow this child to that !!!!  - I WON'T YOU THROW ...WHY YOU THINK THAT ?! - I DON'T KNOW!!!! -.......care when you fall -what? nx push cami on the wall making her fall in a portal cami and the temmie fall in front of her house -ouch my *** ....oh why you haven't ...nx?  nx??.  the little temmie shake and talk -you save bob 128!!!! thanks  cami blush for a second in front a so much cuteness -ohhh you are adorableeee...NX!! the little temmie hug cami  -you save bob !  -AHHHHHHHHH  ok let's go inside  -- hour pass and nx appear from a mirror in cami room all drech and the dress full of cut -YOU ARE THERE! what happen to your clothes?!?!?  nx trying to don't wet the floor -let's say that was a deep moment for my  sea  of problem -   nx smile cami make a poker face -you are lucky you save me  - i know -so what happen?  -nothing just run from that thing and my special attack -we aren't in a anime, nx...  the small temmie enter in the room and jump on nx -thanks for save bob. nx pick him up and watch him for some second -see you push him with me  and is to cute and don't have a home so i  -  nx talk before she finish -i keep her -....ok but in my house !!!- cami grab bob - is more safety here  -ok   ok .... you seem fine about be a little mum -of course dad- fatal hit on nx -you should change your clother are destroyed and WET! - ok ok  nx put down  bob and the hat break: revealing 2 pink fluffy hair ears bob and cami watch him and nx was on panic -DADA !  nx blush and try to  vanish

. But Cami jump on him and catch him on a tight hug.  He's face turn red. -W-What ?! -You won't escape like you always do ! Each time I make you blush or something happen between us you run away. I'm tired of this ! So this time, if you wan't to go, I'll come with you ! Cami quickly looked at Bob and blush really hard. She burry her face on his back so he can not see it.  -Plus, as I understand, we... we are now... parents ? I-I guess... And so hum... you can just go to your home like if nothing happened. I understand if you don't wan't to see me anymore or things like that... She burry her face even deeper and her voice start shaking. -Be-Because things happened really quickly, and i-if you don't want that charge it's okay... BUT... BUT IF YOU DO... then hum... Tears run down her face. -Why do I even bother... You're gonna leave forever now... nx turn back - ARGHH WHY I HAVE TO LEAVE?!?!  IF YOU REALLY THINK I'LL LEAVE FOREVER, WHY I KEEP CAME BACK FOR DATE YOU -  he say totally blushed -ohh someone is confessing?!?- she laugh -ok i'm leaving -no no i'm joking- she laugh- and why you haven't talk about this ? -  she touch nx hair ears laughing  bob jump on both  tem ear!!! dada ears ! nx trying to cover the ears -they are ...idk what they are ok? when fresh try to ....well nothing....this appear !-he blush- yes i can feel them but i can't hear sound from them and pls im embarassed !!!!! Nx try to cover his ears. Cami wiped her tears away and smile at him. She removed his hands from his head and slowly touch the "ears". -I think you look adorable like this. You shouldn't be embarassed 'bout this.  He blush and had an uncomfortable look to her. Cami stop touching his ears and put her hands on her back. -So...hum... I was about to say, before I started crying... If... She take a deep breath and let it all out in one shot.  -If you want to, I'll be really happy if you came leave with me here ! Both of their blush was as deep as possible. Bob was blinking, watching Nx and Cami, again and again, un-sure of what is happening. Cami pass an hand behind her head.  -I-I mean with me and Trash, Luna and Scritch... You'll have to supported them too. Hehe... You're not obliged ! I mean, we didn't even have "leh kiss" yet... You know, the one on... on the lips...  Nx was looking at her, completely frozen. And red. Completely frozen and red. Bob looked at him with a concern look. -Dada ? U okay ?  -Hum, Nx ? Are you okay ? He suddenly shake his head, still like a tomato.  -Y-You mean like... living here ? And seeing you everyday ? -Yeah, well, me and the others... -B-But you're okay with that ? I-It's not bothering you... ?  -Nx, I litteraly asked you. A big, giant joy suddenly filled Nx's body. He jump on Cami and twirl her on the airs before hugging her with a huge smile. -YES ! YES YES YES ! A BILLION TIMES YES ! Cami smile at her turn and they both started to laugh while hugging eachothers. And without exactly knowing why, Bob laugh and hug them too. (another collab with @camilieroart...i need ice for my face now !!!)

[maddybeck01]

Shane imagine

can i request a shane imagine where they are at the camp and the reader is married and has a kid, but her husband is abusive so she starts an affair with shane and a couple weeks later she finds out she is pregnant with his child??

(Reader): we had been at the quarry for about a week now. It was just me my daughter Emily and my husband Steven. I was in the middle of washing clothes when I heard Emily scream and saw her come running down the hill towards me crying. “ Hey baby girl what’s wrong”? “ Daddy hurt me again (sniffles) he pulled my hair mommy”. “ shhhh it’s alright baby girl mamas here”. That’s when I saw Steven come marching down the hill with a beer in his hand. “WOMAN YA COME HERE Right NOW OR YA GUNNA BE REAL SORRY LATER”!!!! “ Steven please not here, don’t do this please not here”. He then grabbed Emily and threw her to the ground. He turned back to me and grabbed me by arm just to punch me in the face. I fell to the ground in agony as he continued to punch me over and over again. I began to think this is it I’m going to die and I want be able to protect my little girl.

(Emily) I ran back up the quarry yelling for mr. Shane. “ MR.SHANE MR.SHANE HELP PLEASE ITS MY MUM”!!!! “Emily calm down where is your mother”. I sniffled and rubbed my eyes and said “daddy’s hurtn mama again”… I watched as a murderous look came upon his face and as he began running toward the fight.

(Shane) I knew something was going on between Steven and (y/n). I don’t understand though how could you hurt a woman that is as kind and beautiful as she is. As I came over the hill all I could see was red. As I witnessed Steven kicking his wife I ran down the hill and tackled him to the ground. I started swinging left to right until that bastard was black and blue. “ If you ever come near her again I will kill you, YOU HEAR ME ILL KILL YA”!!!! I then ran back over and gently picked her up off the ground. I took her to my tent and told carol to watch Emily as I later there beside her.

(reader) it had been a weeks since Shane had saved me from Steven who of last week was killed by a walker while hunting good riddance. Things have gotten better around here Shane and I have come closer than ever. Ecspecialy the night we shared together a couple of weeks ago making love. I went to get my breakfast when I suddenly felt a wave of nausea come over me. I quickly ran away and began throwing up anything that I had recently ate. Shane ran over to me asking if I was alright “I need to go check something ill be right back okay”. He looked at me and said “I’ll be right here”. I quickly ran to the tent and got a pregnancy test and then did as it said. I waited and when it was time I was overcome by fear of Shane’s reaction. I walked back over to Shane and showed him, he seemed well I don’t know . “Look at me say something”!! “I’m gonna be a dad,IM GONNA BE A DAD… he then picked me up and twirled me around I was filled with relief until he suddenly put me back down only to say. ” It’s gonna be a boy no if ands or buts it’s gonna be a boy". I just looked at him and giggled. Now all I have to do is tell Emily.