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allegra-writes · 3 years

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“Heartfelt”

Bar musician! Harry styles x Bartender!Reader

General audiences

Warnings: None

Just some Valentine's day fluff with our favorite green eyed boy. Dedicated to @gaycinnamonrollgirl for giving me the idea, and @tomsrebeleyebrow for patiently listening to me endlessly gush about Harry Styles and still being my friend. Happy belated Valentine's day 💖

"You don't have to say you love me

I just wanna tell you somethin'

Lately you've been on my mind..."

Adore you - Harry Styles

...Oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine

And I got this crazy feeling that I'm gonna ah-ah…

"Bartender, my good friend! I'll have my usual and a plate of your finest chips, if you would be so kind"

It was closing time when Harry, the local musician, sat in front of you, elbows on the bar you were wiping down while humming to Patti Smith's "Gloria".

You raised an eyebrow at him, but the willowy man could see the slight tremble at the corner of your lips, a tell that you were suppressing a smile.

"I'm afraid the kitchen is closed, mister Styles. Sam left an hour ago."

"Yes yes, but I have it from a very good source he left you a big pile of leftover chips before he did," He accused, "you know, as he does every night..."

You frowned in confusion,

"I thought you hated cold fries. That you found them to be, and I quote, soggy and disgusting"

"I guess you can say I acquired a taste for them" He shrugged, mischievous green eyes sparkling, "Just like you did for this lowlife songwriter in front of you and the heartfelt conversations you share with him"

"Did you now?" There was an edge of scepticism in your voice, but you were already disappearing inside the kitchen.

Harry's heart did a little jump as you didn't immediately deny liking him.

"Hey, Joe" he called out, "why don't you go home? I'll help Y/N close when we're done…"

There was a deaf noise as a young waiter, the only person left in the bar beside the two of you, set the last chair on top of a table.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I got this" he reassured him, "did it dozens of times. Go home to your girl"

"Thanks, mate!" The second brit practically skipped on his way to the backroom, but turned around just before reaching the door. "Listen, you know I like you, but if you hurt y/n in any way…"

Harry smiled, genuinely. He could never get mad at anyone that protective of you.

"You know where I live. Pick my sister on the way, though. I think she would like to join you."

Joe rolled his baby blues,

"I know you're not a creep. I meant her heart"

"Yeah, me too…"

Whatever your friend saw inside Harry's eyes was enough to convince him. He nodded and left, as the musician got up to lock the front door and turn the "open" sign off.

If you noticed Joe's absence at your return, you didn't comment on it, simply setting the giant pile of chips and two cans of cherry cola you were carrying, down in front of Harry, who had returned to his seat.

"Ah, you always have the good stuff!" the sigh that left his lips as he took the first sip of the soda was not unlike the one any of your regulars made after the first taste of something strong after a hard day.

"Rough night?"

"Kind of. Good show though, so at least I have that going on for me…"

"It really was, I'm actually impressed" You had to confess, "And surprised too, it was a bold choice going acoustic on a night like this, with such a big audience," So many people had gathered to see the show that the bouncer had to start rejecting people so you wouldn't have trouble with the fire department "but it definitely worked"

There was a slight blush on the singer's cheeks when he replied, far more humble than you were used to,

"Well, you know, Valentine's day and all that. The band, all have boyfriends and girls they wanted to spend the evening with…"

You tilted your head,

"And you didn't?" It was hard to believe, when almost every night he played there you would see him leave with a different, always sculptural, painfully perfect girl. Or man.

Harry didn't reply, choosing instead to stuff his face with stale fries.

"Alright then" You raised your shoulder in surrender, "keep your secrets…"

He squinted in disbelief,

"Did you just quoted The Lord of the Rings at me?"

"Did you just recognize my Lord of the rings quote?" You countered.

"You are such a nerd!"

"Look who's talking, chicken little!" You gestured at his powder blue sweater with a yellow baby chick at the front and herringbone pants.

"Oi!" His manchester accent popped out, like it always did whenever he lost his cool "I'll have you know, this is Gucci"

You scoffed,

"That doesn't make it any better, it just means that you spent a shit load of money to look like my third grade teacher, mister Harrington!"

"Ok, first of all," he countered, "your teacher sounds awesome and second-"

An inelegant snort escaped your mouth. Harry's emerald eyes pinned you down.

"Second of all, you're no one to talk either, kitten hoodie"

You could feel the heat creeping up your cheeks. Praying he couldn't see your blush in the dim light, you took a mouthful of soda to cool you down.

For a moment, none of you said anything, the sweet notes of Fleetwood Mac's "Dreams" the only thing filling the silence.

… Players only love you when they're playing

Women, they will come and they will go...

"Listen, y/n-"

"If I'm being honest-"

He chuckled,

"I'm sorry, ladies first"

"Now I'm not sure if I wanna tell you…"

"Come on" A grown ass man pouting should not be that cute, "I want to know"

You feigned a long suffering sigh,

"Fine, if you must know- If you must know, I actually like your new style. It's way better than that... rock and roll cliche... thing you had going on when we first met" You gestured vaguely in the direction of his body, "You know, the long hair, black clothes, doc boots…"

He flinched,

"Ugh, Don't remind me. I was trying too hard back then. And not only with my clothes, with my music too"

"Oh, yeah, I remember. All you used to sing about was" You chose your words carefully, "frisky girls and being horny…"

"Well, to be fair, I still sing about being horny"

"Yeah, but now you're…"

You trailed off, unsure of how you could explain the difference, the change in your feelings towards his music, without explaining the change in your feelings towards the man that made it.

However, Harry would not let it go that easy. He was used to you being sharp, opinionated, guarded. Now there was a crack on that armour, and he wanted to see what was underneath it.

You hadn't even realized how close you had leaned into each other until his hot breath fanned over your face.

"Now I'm what, y/n?"

More real. More mature. More emotional, as if he had finally found the link, made the connection between sex and love.

"More open"

Harry smiled,

"Open. Yeah, I like that…"

So close. He was so close now, his malaquite eyes were out of focus. So close you could feel his magnetic field, the gravity of his atoms pulling in yours.

"Harry…"

Never in his twenty seven years of life and over ten as a musician, had he heard a more beautiful sound than his name, breathlessly falling from your lips.

"Yes?" He murmured, lips ghosting over your soft, perfect ones.

"No"

"No?"

"No" You repeated, more firmly, taking a step back, putting as much space between the two of you as possible, "I know what this is"

"And what is this, y/n" To your surprise, he didn't sound mad, or demanding. He sounded confused and sad. Dissapointed but unsurprised, as if he had expected it to go south or… never had dared expect it would actually happen at all.

"A bad idea" You explained, "with guys like you, is always the same: You have beautiful women throwing themselves at you every night. And you take them home with you cause why wouldn't you? You are young, and free and hot. There is nothing wrong with taking what's being offered"

"Y/n-"

"I'm not saying it's your fault" You went on, ignoring him, "And I'm not saying you don't fall in love, sometimes. But that's the exception, not the rule, and I… I'm the kind of girl that's the rule. Not the exception"

Harry had always thought the worst that could happen to him was losing your friendship. Finally making a move, a real move, and getting rejected by you. He thought that was the definitive pain, the one that would obliterate him, if things were not to work out. And he was almost certain they would not work out.

But sitting there, in front of you, separated by a wooden bar that might as well have been the great wall of china as you stood there, arms around yourself, small and defenseless as you explained to him all the reasons why you wouldn't allow yourself to love him… that was way worse.

"What if you already were my exception?" He blurted out, before he could stop himself, "What if I was in love with you?"

You laughed, bitterly.

"Harry, I'm not even your type. I've seen you leave night after night with models and socialites and actors, each one more surreally stunning than the last one…" You didn't have a bad self esteem, you didn't. You considered yourself attractive, but the people Harry usually went for were on a whole different level.

"Yes, but that's only because the most absolutely perfect woman in the world for me, keeps me at arm's length!" He rubbed his face in frustration, "And it's so maddening, so fucked up, the way I can't even get away from her long enough to get over her, because even the pain of seeing her every night knowing I can't touch what I see, that I will never have her, is better than the pain of being away from her.

So I keep on taking home the hottest people I can find hoping they will keep me distracted long enough to fill the hours until I can see her again… until I can-"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Never, in all the time you had known each other, had Harry given you a single signal indicating he had any kind of feelings for you. Your relationship had always consisted of friendly banter and quip battles. Sure, you could get flirty sometimes, but you were a bartender, flirting was pretty much your customer service voice, and he was a musician, he would flirt with his own shadow if he could.

Harry opened his mouth to explain, but a familiar melody started coming from the still working speakers.

Walk in your rainbow paradise

Strawberry lipstick state of mind…

"Hey, this is my song!" You didn't quite understand why he seemed so marveled, "You never added any of my songs to your playlist before!"

Oh. Oh.

"Yeah, well" Harry could now clearly see your darkened cheeks as you stumbled over your words, "I guessed I never liked one of your songs so much before"

This time, he was the one blushing and avoiding your eyes.

"What would you say if I told you-... If I told you I wrote this one for you?"

"I'd say you're full of shit" You scoffed, "Didn't you tell me you only ever wrote about girls you had dated?"

"No," he corrected, "I said I only ever wrote about women that had broken my heart…"

"How did I break your heart?"

Harry sighed. Your walls were back up, higher than ever, and he didn't know how to break through them. It wasn't your fault -and had it been your fault, truth was he could never blame you either, there was something about you that made it physically impossible for him to get mad at you- you spoke from experience, he didn't need to unlock the secrets of your past, didn't need the details. It was obvious you had been burned before, and though he hated it, hated them for whatever they had done to you, he couldn't fault you for trying to protect yourself.

Not when he wanted to protect you too.

"You didn't like me, back when we first met"

"Harry-"

"No, it's ok. You didn't like me, and you were right not to like me. I know you probably didn't realize it but, that first time you rejected me, when I flirted with you that very first night and you rolled your eyes at me… you changed my life"

"What? How??"

"You weren't wrong, I was a cliche. And I was trying way too hard, to be cool, act like a rockstar… but you took a look at that guy, at that though, playboy, sex, drugs and rock 'n roll guy… and you hated him" Harry snickered. You didn't understand what about all that was so funny, "I had created that guy so that everyone would like him, and you hated him. And the funny thing is-" He finally met your eye. No, he caught your eye and imprisoned them, "The funny thing is, you hating me for what I wasn't, somehow allowed me to start being myself a little bit more, because if you already disliked me… then I had nothing to lose"

You didn't quite know what to say to that.

His bright green eyes were unable to face yours, choosing instead to focus on the palms he was picking at,

"Is that why you… uhm…" You pointed at his sweater.

"Yup" He admitted, "I showed up here one day, on laundry day, in one of my old nerdy sweater vests and you smiled, when you saw it"

"I remember that!" You chuckled, "It was the brown striped one, it almost looked like a crop top, cause it obviously didn't fit anymore"

Harry nodded,

"I may have had a couple grow spurts since I got that in high school"

"Ok, but, you made it work somehow…"

"Thank you. The point is…" he turned serious again, his deep, rich voice even more hypnotic than usual. Or maybe it was just you, for the first time allowing yourself to enjoy it without reservations. "The point is, you didn't like cool Harry, but you liked the real me. Even if just a little bit, and that meant the world to me. I… I adored you because of it. So I wrote a song for you, cause even if I couldn't say it to your face, I had to get it out. Just like I had to get this out tonight"

He opened his arms wide, in his typical ta-da gesture, sad, resigned smile on his face, before getting up from his stool, grabbing his jacket and guitar case.

"You don't have to say anything, I don't expect you to love me back" He declared, "I just- I thought I'd let you know. Valentine's day and all that."

He turned to leave, his own voice still signing in the background,

I'd walk through fire for you, just let me adore you

Oh, honey…

"Harry, wait!" You almost fell on your face, trying to jump over the bar, but managing to stop him right before he reached the door. His poorly concealed smirk told you he might have seen your little show, but you didn't care.

"Did you mean it? That you'd do anything for me?"

"I did" He confirmed, earnestly, "I still do. Anything you want, just say the word"

"Well then," you took a step towards him, that he mirrored without even noticing, "what about a date? A daytime date. At a public place." You clarified. Harry did smirk at that.

"What's the matter, afraid you won't be able to keep your hands off me?" He teased, leaning closer.

"Don't ruin this, Styles" You warned, raising to your tiptoes to meet him eye to eye.

His smile faltered, replaced by the most sincere intensity you had ever seen on his handsome face,

"Wouldn't dream of it, bartender" He whispered, before capturing your lips with his.

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erensnubs · 3 years

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𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕

Oikawa x F! Reader

Chapter 1

Word count: 1.9k

RANDOM POST:

You let yourself be held by Matsukawa with Hanamaki's legs thrown over yours.

"Mrs. Darcy ....Mrs. Darcy…. Mrs. Darcy ....Mrs. Darcy," Mr. Darcy says to Lizzie on the T.V screen.

Hanamaki sniffles, "Yo I thought this was gonna be cringey but I'm crying right now."

Matsukawa nods, silent tears rolling down his face. You smile a little and both pat them affectionately.

"Pride and Prejudice, will always be timeless. The book and the movie. I honestly think it's great either way. And Mr. Darcy is just UGH perfect," you say sniffling yourself and resting your head on the pillows.

It's been 1 month since you arrived at Aoba Johsai, and you settled in with Hanamaki and Matsukawa as your "in school friends". You've been hanging out together now, and even more so because of volleyball practice and you being manager.

You got close enough to each other that now you were bundled up with blankets, with Hanamaki laying on you and being held by Matsukawa. Popcorn, chips and candy are laying on the ground everywhere with CD's stacked up on the ground.

"Bro this is actually a good show," Hanamaki says looking up at Matsukawa.

"Yo can you be quiet because I'm trying to process this shit," Matsukawa says and you start laughing.

"Okay okay, the next movie is called…." You say searching through the pile.

"....10 Things I Hate About You!" You say pulling out the CD and sliding off the couch.

"What's this one about?" Hanamaki asks, "Is it like a history one like the one we just watched?"

You scoff, "No, this is totally different. It's a highschool one. I'm not going to explain it because it's confusing so just watch it."

You put the CD in and the TV starts up to play the movie. You walk back to the couch as Matsukawa scoots to make some room.

"Yo, [Name], tell me when the movie's actually starting because Iwa and Oikawa are texting me right now and say they wanna talk," Matsukawa says sliding off the couch.

"You too Makki."

Hanamaki looks at Matsukawa weirdly, "Wait why? I wanna watch the movie."

Matsukawa shrugs his shoulders,"Just come over for a bit, it'll probably be short. You cool with that [Name]?"

You nod. You weren't surprised that Oikawa and Iwaizumi wanted to talk to them. They were friends for a while and what you gathered from their perspective, you sort of ruined their whole dynamic.

Especially Oikawa. The volleyball captain, despite your best efforts to try and communicate with him as manager, he'd make up some random excuse or fakely answers your question with that annoying sarcasm and perfectionism that everyone seemed to buy.

Other than that the man literally glared at you, staring spears into your eyes when you caught him looking. You wish you could talk to him about it but it was made very clearly, he didn't like you "stealing" his friends.

"Wait so you're from?" Matsukawa says at the lunch table.

"I'm from [Country], but my parents moved here in Japan for my 1st year of highschool for business and because they move around a lot I've been staying at my Aunt's. I went to Karasuno for a while, then my parents decided I should enroll here," you say, picking at your lunch.

Matsukawa smiles, "Hey that's pretty cool, our volleyball team is actually having practice with them! Soon I think.... I'm not sure. I can ask Oikawa… wait! He's here!"

Matsukawa and you turn to the tall man, with the brown locks.

"Oikawa! Come sit with me, [Name], and Hanamaki today! You too Iwa!"

The two men came over and now you were sitting between Matsukawa and Hanamaki while facing Oikawa and Iwaizumi.

Oikawa gives an indifferent stare at you for a split second before resuming a happy disposition.

"Who might you be?" He asks.

Your body physically retreats back because he made it seem like he does know you, but wanted to take a stab at you.

What the fuck is his problem, you think.

"It's [Name]. And you're Iwaizumi and Oikawa?"

Iwaizumi nods, before Oikawa cuts him off icily, "Yeah yeah. I guess what I'm asking is what are you doing here at the volleyball table?"

Ok so he DEFINITELY doesn't like you and Iwaizumi seems to sense this because he shoves Oikawa's shoulder.

He pulls Oikawa by his arm and abruptly stands up, "God, I apologize about that. Me and Oikawa are going to sit somewhere else."

And with that you were left with a confused Hanamaki and an equally confused Matsukawa, struggling to comprehend what happened.

You've been meaning to talk to Hanamaki about this, but you decided against it. You shouldn't be meddling in their affairs anyway. They were friends longer and Oikawa was probably just having a bad day. You assured yourself with baseless rumors about how Oikawa was a happy-go-lucky boy who was talented, smart and kind to others. Surely he couldn't be bad?

The stares, condescending smirks, and judgemental stares said otherwise. It was as if he gave everyone special treatment, except you. And you really didn't know why.

Until today, you're gonna eavesdrop on their conversation.

You tug on Hanamaki and motion for him to lean into you. He complied and you whisper in his ear.

"Hey just for fun can I listen to the call? I promise I won't make any sound," you say and beam up at him.

Hanamaki pulls back from your face and laughs, "Sure you're too freaking cute to say no to anyways. Mattsun! Can [Name] listen in? Just for fun?"

You turn to Matsukawa and say, "I promise I won't say anything or make any sounds."

Matsukawa smirks, "I don't really care. It's probably about homework anyways."

You and Hanamaki share a devil-like smile. Something unspoken was between the two of you, and you both concluded that this conversation was most definitely not about homework.

Suddenly a voice picks up on Matsukawa's phone and he puts it on speaker.

"Hey? What do you guys need?" he says, calmly.

Iwaizumi's voice cut through, "Nothing just, Oikawa's a little upset."

Hanamaki jumps in, "Wait why?"

Iwaizumi sighs, "He's not telling me, but I think he's upset that you guys are with [Name] and not hanging out with us. Which is weird because we literally hang out a lot together and this is sort of like a once in a while thing right?"

You slap your hand to your face and Hanamaki buries his face into your shoulder, trying to stifle your laughs.

Matsukawa clears his throat, "Uh yeah? So what do you want us to do? Want us to invite you guys over? My parents aren't home so I don't think they'll mind having you come over."

Oikawa's voice, clear as day rings through the phone.

"Oh so a GIRL is alright at your house?"

Your eyes widen as you share a look with Matsukawa. You were tempted to grab the phone and give the guy a piece of his mind but Hanamaki grabbed your wrist.

"Man, chill. This is one of the only times she can come over. And I didn't think you would care so much about her, when you literally have girlfriends left and right," Matsukawa says, earning an approving look from you.

Iwaizumi talks, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure Oikawa hates her guts because of some of the attention she's getting-

"Am not!"

"-because she's the new manager, new student and she quickly became friends with you two and the team…"

Then Iwaizumi suddenly whispers, "Or Oikawa thinks she's interesting and you know.."

Hanamaki looks at you and you jerk your head to the phone.

"Uh… what do you mean?"

You hear Iwaizumi slap himself in the forehead, "He thinks she's interesting romantically dipshits."

Matsukawa snaps his fingers, "Oh he wants to fuck her?" He looks at you and wiggles his eyebrows.

You furrow your eyebrows and flip him off.

"What no? I mean I guess? I don't know…"

Hanamaki looks at Matsukawa questioningly. And this time, you didn't know what it meant.

Hanamaki barely mouths, "But doesn't he-"

Matsukawa glares at him with a "let's continue this conversation later" look.

"Uh alright Iwaizumi, I'm gonna let you go now… byeeee", He says.

"Wait Mattsun no-".

You stare nonchalantly at the screen, "Well you know that was…"

Hanamaki finishes,"Interesting? No more scandalous."

You punch him in the arm, "Wow did watching a Jane Austen movie expand your vocabulary? Maybe we should ask our English teacher to watch period pieces for our class.”

Matsukawa laughs, “And hear this man’s ANNOYING crying! In class? Hell no.”

Hanamaki scoffs, “First of all shut the fuck up Mattsun, and second, I see what you did there. Turning the attention to me.”

He looks back at you and you give a disinterested look.

“Sure, but it's not really anything new. I’ve had plenty of people who hated me at first actually wanted to get to know me. I can’t blame that. People tend to do that when they encounter something new," you tell them.

"I don't blame Oikawa for being, I don't know, a bitch to me. I did kind of steal some time away from all of you to hang out together." You shrug the volleyball jacket Hanamaki gave you back on and look at the boys.

Matsukawa sighs, "Don't think about it too much [Name]. He's probably stressed and stuff about volleyball and all his school things. And honestly don't hook up with him, he's sorta a player."

You nod and turn your attention to the T.V, but you can't ignore the weird look Matsukawa and Hanamaki give each other before finally settling in and watching the movie.

MATSUKAWA POV:

He sees Hanamaki not so subtly come back to the couch, but [Name] doesn't mind the intrusion.

Truth be told, Matsukawa did care for [Name], but not as much as Hanamaki did. To him, [Name] was just another friend he could vibe with. For Hanamaki, it was much more.

He didn't exactly know Hanamaki's motives with [Name]. He knew they were somewhat platonic, but he couldn't tell for sure.

As for Oikawa… yeah that was clueless for him. He didn't want to agree right away with Makki, his pride wouldn't allow that, but he was right. Oikawa did find [Name] interesting, romantically.

He saw it in the way his eyes would immediately trail over to her when she walked to class. How Oikawa would cover his face "casually", when she would randomly waltz around the room with him. When Oikawa would purposely wait a while and then join the lunch line so he could go near [Name]. Sometimes, Matsukawa could literally see Oikawa undressing her with his eyes when she was at volleyball practice and she was running back and forth getting water bottles and towels, sweat covering her like sheet.

He noticed and kept them to himself. Matsukawa Issei didn't owe anybody the information he had. So he kept it to himself. He really didn't have to tell anybody.

So that's what he did. Like how he's probably going to keep this information and statements from Iwa and Makki to himself as well. He won't confront Oikawa about it, nor will he meddle with Oikawa's relationship.

But what he will do is subtly give you hints about what's going on. He thinks you're a smart enough girl, that once he gives you the directions you'll figure it out.

As to why he wants to do it. He doesn't know. Perhaps, you've grown on him.

Yes. Perhaps you did.

IMPORTANT INFORMATION TO DISCLOSE

[Name] is used to men's lewd behavior because they will do ANYTHING to sleep with ANYBODY she thinks

Matsukawa and Hanamaki trust [Name], but not enough to give her The Look

Matsukawa and Hanamaki know something that [Name] doesn't.

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wreckofawriter · 5 years

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See you around One.

Pairing: Marvel x reader

Word Count: 3,866

Warnings: Swearing? Implied smut?

Request: Hello! I have searched everywhere, trying to find an imagine or fic for my boi Marvel. When I came across your blog and finding out you could write about him, my heart- I thought of a x reader insert where the reader is from another district and she catches Marvels attention, the other careers tease him about his crush and the night before the games they meet up and kiss or sumn else 👀 Thank you :)

A/n: ok so. All of this might not be accurate from the books but like idc. Umm sorry this took so long to come out, hope you guys like it.

Marvel had never been a very romantic boy. He had never liked a girl past the thought of her being hot, he had never wished for a girl in more than a sexual way and he sure as hell never dated a girl.

He stuck to himself in the academy and focused on training, it was easier that way. But here he was finding himself staring helplessly at you again and again, his eyes tracing over your body as you twirled a knife in your hand before thrusting it at a target, as always lodging itself into the red circle on its head.

"Marvel!" Cato yelled clapping his hands together to gain the boys attention.

Marvel tore his gaze away from you and glared at the other boy.

"What?" He asked sharply, visibly annoyed with the other careers.

"Can you please at least try and focus on something besides Four's ass?" Glimmer scoffed, "It makes us look weak."

"Please Glimmer the only thing making us look weak is your poor attempt at a shot," Marvel mumbled, "Now hand me that bow so you know what hitting a target is."

Glimmer rolled her eyes handing the boy the bow before walking off to talk with Clove.

Once she left he took a few shots before letting his eyes wander back to you. He knew it was wrong, but he could help himself.

He had first seen you in person just before the chariot parade and he had felt his breath leave his body.

You had been dressed in a maroon strapless bikini with a fishnet dress hanging loosely over your body. Your hair had been half up half down, curled slightly at the ends.

The boy had been in a daze the whole parade, he couldn't focus when he could run his eyes over so much of your smooth y/s/c skin. It was definitely true what they said, district four had the most attractive tributes.

Marvel was snapped from his daze when you began to head towards him. He quickly turned his gaze from you and back towards the targets attempting to ignore the color trickling up his neck. He knocked another arrow, pulled back the string and released. It wasn't a perfect shot but it was okay.

You were now beside him and he felt his cheeks rise in temperature.

"You almost done with that?" You asked, your voice strong and sharp.

Marvel turned towards you. Your hair hanging in a Dutch braid a few strands falling into your face. The tight shirt and pants you were wearing brought attention to your curves, your y/e/c eyes shining dangerously. Your eyebrows were raised in anticipation, arms crossed, waiting for an answer.

"Almost." Marvel shrugged causing you to roll your eyes impatiently.

The tribute grabbed a final arrow all to aware of your judicious eyes watching him carefully. He once again knocked an arrow, pulling back the string and releasing smoothly.

You snorted quietly, trying to control your laughter.

Marvel turned back towards you his intense hazel eyes narrowed, "What?"

"Your doing it wrong." You laughed biting your deliciously pink lips.

"How would you know?" He asked scornfully.

"Well just from looking at one shot I can tell you're not floating your aim, your trying to pin-point it, which wont work well. You need to follow through mentally and focus in more in the smaller range your trying to hit" You smirked, "Also your grip is way too tight, you need to relax your hand."

Marvel attempted to mask his embarrassment with annoyance, "Is that all?" He drawled sarcastically despite his cheeks flashing crimson.

"Nope," You popped the 'p' in your lips. "You also should only use two fingers to pull back the string, you may feel like you have more power when you use three, but it fucks with your aim."

"Oh."

You laughed again, Marvel had never heard such a sweet sound. "Can I have the bow now?"

He nodded handing you the weapon, his face red, ego damaged.

You knocked an arrow pulling back the string and releasing, hitting the target square in the chest.

The embarrassed boy turned to leave but was stopped by you voice, "It also helps if you focus on your shot instead of on the girl throwing knives across the room."

Marvel blushed deeply and looked at anything but you, his gaze landed on the group of three who were now laughing and giggling behind their hands at him. His eyes were brought back to you when he felt a soft tap on his shoulder.

"I'm kidding you know, I don't really mind the staring, its refreshing." You shrugged.

"You don't get stared at often?" Marvel said in disbelief.

"I do, just usually by men twice my age or slimy creeps, not…" your voice trailed off as your eyes traced his body, "attractive young men."

"Oh." Marvel repeated his face warmer than it had ever been before, he noticed a bit of color in yours as well.

You knocked another arrow firing at the target to the left, "Also, I've seen you with a spear, your really good."

"Thanks." Marvel mumbled scratching the back of his neck.

"You'll have to give me some tips some time." Another arrow, this time at the target to the far right. "I can't throw a spear for shit."

"Y-yeah, sure." Marvel stuttered feeling his heart rate pick up at the idea of talking to you again.

"It's been fun talking to you Marvel, it's nice to know not all of the careers as assholes." You murmured nodding your head at the group of teenagers laughing at a young girl on the climbing wall.

"You too y/n." He paused before adding, "Good to know I have someone besides assholes to talk to."

"See you around One." You smiled before setting down the bow and heading over to a rope climbing section. Marvel watched you leave in a daze a small smile twitching on his lips.

The smile disappeared quickly when the group of three began to make their way towards him.

"How was your little chat lover boy?" Clove sneered.

"None of your business Clove." The boy murmured walking towards a rack of swords.

"Oh he's all bitter now that his girlfriend left." Glimmer pouted humorously.

"She's not my girlfriend." Marvel grumbled angrily, picking up a short Dao sword with leather handle.

"Oh but you wish she was." Clove snickered.

"Trust me your going to be happy that she isnt when were in the arena and I drive a knife through her pretty little ne-" Catos words were cut off when a sword was suddenly thrust centimeters from his neck. Glimmer gasped Clove room an instinctive step backwards.

"I'd watch what you say if I were you." Marvel hissed his voice low and dark, "Wouldn't want to get hurt now would we?"

Cato leaned forward, almost touching his neck to the sharp blade, "You need to get a hold on your emotions One, or you'll get yourself killed over some stupid girl." He spat.

Marvels eyes darkened with rage but before any action could be taken the boys were pulled apart, the blade pushed from Marvels hand.

You watched from your perch in the netting strug along the ceiling. You hadn't heard Marvels words but you couldn't help but smile as you watched a blade was put to Catos neck. You hoped you would be the one to get him in the arena.

The next time you and Marvel spoke was the day after the fight as you stood in line waiting for your turn to throw knives.

You nodded your head sending silent respect to Clove. She may have been a complete bitch but she definitely had some skill.

"You're better than her you know." Marvel stated, suddenly appearing next to you.

"I don't know about that, but I do know I'm better than you." You smiled, turning to face the boy. He had been the first to throw, they were on target but the rotation was off causing the handle to hit the target instead of the blade.

"Well, you are definitely better than Clove, she can hit some but she misses quite often as well. I've never seen you miss."

"I've never seen her miss." You shrugged taking a step forward as the boy from three reached for a knife.

"Well I have." Marvel smirked, "How did you get so good with knives? I thought tributes from four were supposed to be good with tridents and spears?"

You snorted, "We all know that spears are your thing One."

"Well, why are you so good with knives and a bow? We all know that not fours thing."

You sighed, "My dad cleaned fish for a living, I have been around knives my whole life. They are definitely different types but once you get good with a blade, it's easy to pick up another. I started throwing when I was nine, my dad got me a set of throwing knives for my birthday."

Marvel nodded, he wondered what it would have been like if he hadn't trained in an academy for most of his life, what would he be good at then?

"And I'm good with a bow because I have always been terrible with a spear. I used to use arrows with fishing line attached to fish instead. I got really good at it."

"Cool." Marvel nodded he opened his mouth to continue the conversation but was cut off.

"District Four!" The trainer shouted.

"See you around One." You smirked before stepping and forward grabbing the set of knives, standing on the platform to wait for the targets to light up.

You could feel four sets of eyes boring into you, you turned to see all four Careers staring at you. Cloves mouth twitched into a sneer her eyes narrowed.

You glared back before turning back to the targets.

You took a deep breath in and waited. The second the target lit up red you sent a blade into its chest where it landed with a thump. The next target lit up and a knife lodged itself into its head. Another target and you released a blade with perfect aim.

You took in a deep breath, the last targets were two at once. Clove had to take one shot then the other because she couldn't throw with her left but you were used to throwing with your left hand.

Both targets lit at once and you released a knife from each hand, hitting both in the head. You smirked looking back at the careers, Clove shrugged raising her eyebrows, Glimmer rolled her eyes and Cato was glaring at Marvel who had a lopsided smile plastered on his face.

"You were right." You said as you descended from the platform. "I am better than Clove."

The next two weeks were a constant flirtatious banter between you and Marvel. You would tell small stories to each other about your family's or your interests. Just quick things while you were waiting in line or practicing side by side. You would both sprinkle suggestive remarks and various complements into your conversations making the other blush as well.

You could still feel his eyes locked on you when you spared with a trainer or climbed the wall, but it's not like you didn't stare. You had found your self following his movements as he thrust a spear into a target or admiring his muscular form as he pinned a trainer to the ground, he sure as hell wasn't ugly.

Marvel got into one more fight before the games. It was four days before the game, the boy from district eight had been hovering around you all day, chatting and training with you. Marvel had been on nerve since he had seen the boy graze his hand along your arm that morning.

"Somebody's jealous." Glimmer cooed as Marvels jaw clenched watching as the boy from eight showed you how to grip an axe.

"I am not jealous." Marvel scoffed reaching for the next spear angrily and thrusting it at the target.

"Oh please," Glimmer snickered, "a blind man could see it, your jealous because another boy is flirting with your girlfriend."

"She's not my-

"Yeah, yeah we know, we've been over it." Clove interrupted rolling his eyes. "Catos right you know."

"Never heard that sentence before." Marvel jeered grabbing another spear and thrusting it at the target.

"Well he is, you need to get your emotions in check before they check you." Clove stated looking back up at Marvel who's eyes and attention was elsewhere.

The girls followed his gaze to you and Eight just as you bent over to pick up an axe you dropped. Eights eyes danced over you hungrily before reaching out and grabbing your ass. Marvel dropped the spear he was holding with a loud clang, the two girls glanced at each other knowing this wasn't going to end well.

You spun around anger radiating from you, your eyes dark and dangerous, fists clenched.

The boy put his hands up in surrender "Sorry." He scoffed, "I just thought you were an easy fuck."

Your fist connected with his jaw wand he sprawled to the ground,his hand flying to his jaw. You were about to advance on him once more but Marvel beat you to it.

He grabbed the boy off the ground lifting him by his shirt into the air, "You touch her again and I will kill you before you even get a chance to look at the arena." Marvel snarled his eyes narrowed.

He threw the boy to the ground and began to advance on him but was pushed back by a man in white body armor.

"Step back! I said step back!"

"Yeah, yeah, I got it, I'm back." Marvel spoke harshly backing away his hands raised. His gaze softened when he turned to you only to be met with anger.

Your eyes were set in an icy stare but much to Marvel's surprise it was directed straight at him.

"Y/n?" He asked softly, taking a step towards you.

You scoffed turning and walking away from the tribute.

You had effectively ignored Marvel for two days, and he had no idea why.

It made him angry, confused and heartbroken. You wouldn't even look at him, the feeling of your eyes lingering over him disappeared completely after the fight.

Cato and Glimmer tried to convince him to forget about you and move on and he tried, he kept telling himself it was stupid to start to like you anyway, you would be trying to kill each other in a matter of days. He thought if he had time away from you it would be easier in the arena.

He was terribly wrong, your complete absence made things worse, he found himself imagining your touch and taste more than ever now. He had dreams about you, they varied from kissing you to killing you. Some gave him relief when he awoke, others made him wish he had stayed asleep. He missed your small chats, your cunning smile and your sweet laughter desperately.

You sat in the private sessions waiting room running the plan you and your mentor had made over and over again in your head. He had said if you got a nine or over he could get you some sponsors. So that's what you were going to do.

You were tapping your foot nervously when the door at the front swung open to reveal Marvel, a thin layer of sweat made his face shine his dusty blonde hair was a tousled mess he glanced at you his hazel eyes locking with your y/e/c ones for just a second before yours darted away.

The next time you saw each other was before your interviews. You were adorned in a white and blue top that reached just before your belly button with a matching skirt that had two slits in the fabric where your legs were, making the skirts material fall around your skin. Gold painted swirls twisted around your arms and legs paired with golden dots at the corner of your eyes and a golden tiara to match.

It took everything in Marvel not to slam you against the wall and kiss you right there, but he kept his composure and calmly made his way over to you much to the other careers amusement.

When you saw him coming you turned to leave but were stopped by his voice.

"Please y/n, just listen to me." He begged making you turn to face him. Marvel was in a blue and yellow tux, his hair combed back neatly his eyes desperate and longing.

"What?" you snapped harshly.

Marvel smiled a bit, he hadn't even expected you to speak to him. "You look amazi-"

"Don't attempt to flatter me Marvel, what do you want?" You hissed despite the color rising in your cheeks.

He leaned in close to you, his breath on your neck making you shiver. "Meet me near the elevator on the second floor at midnight tonight." He whispered, "Please."

Marvel then walked back to the front of the line. He heard giggles from Clove and turned to face her. When he turned Cato got down to his knees in front of Clove. "Oh please, y/n please talk to me, I'm so desperately in love with you please." He mocked.

Clove responded with, "Don't attempt to flatter me!" Before bursting into a fit of giggles Cato mimicking her actions.

"You two are childish." Marvel scoffed rolling his eyes.

"Well at least we're not in love with a girl they are going to have to kill." Cato pointed out causing Marvel to flush.

"I'm not in love with her dumbas-

"District 1!" A voice called and Marvel rolled his eyes before ascending the stairs to the stage.

You debated meeting Marvel for a long time. On one hand you were pissd at him, on the other you really, really wanted to see him, run your hands through his soft hair and kiss his boyish pink lips.

Finally after two hours of pacing and debating you slipped into the elevator, heart racing. You pressed the button next to the number two and listen to the soft hum as it dropped you three levels.

The doors opened with a soft ding and you were met with a relieved pair of hazel eyes.

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't come." Marvel said softly, reaching for you hand and pulling you through the penthouse his district was staying in.

He lead you to a bedroom shutting the door softly before turning to face you.

"Why are you so mad at me?" His voice was kind yet melancholy when he spoke.

You sighed walking over to the window where you could see the people of the capital partying below.

"I barely touched that guy I don't understand."

"It's not about how much you hurt the guy." You huffed in annoyance.

"Well then what is it?" Marvel asked joining you beside the window.

"It's the fact that you stepped in, you made me look weak." You explained looking down at your hands.

Marvel stood silently, unsure of what to do, he was slowly realizing how him stepping in to save her could appear on her end, especially in front of the gamemakers.

"I-im really sorry, y/n I didn't mean to." The boy stuttered, "I just got so mad when I saw him touch you. I wanted to help you."

You glared up at him, "I was fine by myself. I was handling it."

"I know, you were, it was stupid of me to step in I just…" he exhaled loudly not exscatly sure what happened himself. "I got so angry I couldn't stop myself."

"You should try to keep your emotions in check." You scoffed.

"You think I haven't tried?" Marvel seethed.

"Try harder." You hissed back.

"You make it very difficult!" He defend quietly, not wanting to wake the other people in the apartment.

You sighed looking down again.

"If it's any consolation, you got a higher score than me." Marvel mumbled.

"That did feel good." You smiled, your happiness was cut short when you were reminded of your impending doom by a particularly loud cheer from the crowd below you.

You reached slowly for Marvel's hand brushing your knuckles against his. He quickly grabbed your hand, wrapping it in his own.

"I don't want to have to kill you tomorrow." You mumbled a tear leaking from your y/e/c eye.

"I know," Marvel sighed sadly lifting your chin with one of his fingers to meet his gaze. "I don't either."

"I'm sorry." You whispered you voice breaking.

"For what?" Marvel asked confusion momentary taking over his features.

"For this." You murmured before placing your lips on his.

You kissed him softly, feeling his lips dance slowly against your own, he tasted minty and sharp, reminding you of the peppermint candies you used to steal from your kitchen. When you felt his tongue grazed your lips you pulled away.

"If I do this I don't think I'll be able to kill you." You whispered dropping his hands.

"We only have tonight." Marvel mumbled tracing your jawline softly, "I don't want to waste it."

Against your better judgement you slammed your lips back onto his. This kiss was much more aggressive. It was desperate and lustful, so drastic from the first kiss you shared.

Marvel pushed you roughly against the wall sliding his tongue into your mouth without hesitation, his hands holding your waist firmly. Your own hands found the back of his neck, one of the two sliding up to his smooth hair.

His lips moved from your own down your jaw to your neck leaving marks that were sure to be bruised tomorrow. You moaned quietly when his lips danced just above your collarbone.

Marvel lifted you up and walked you over to the bed his lips meeting yours quickly because the truth was you did only have one night.

The next morning you woke to a shriek followed by muffled giggles.

You darted upward to see Glimmer standing in the door entrance hand clasped over her mouth, eyes wide.

"Oh my god!" She yelled making you flush red when you realized you had no clothes on and was in an equally naked boys arms.

Marvel quickly jerked awake flashing red before yelling "Glimmer get out!" And throwing a pillow at the girl before turning to you.

"Sorry, she has no concept of personal space." He mumbled, face a light pink.

"I better get out of here." You sighed sadly, wanting to stay in bed with him forever.

"Yeah. You probably should." Marvel agreed his voice equally glum.

You stood up the cold air hitting you in a wave before you gathered your clothes and got dressed.

The whole time you could feel his eyes following you. You turned and looked at the boy, a small forced smile taking your lips.

"See you around One." You mumbled before turning and walking out through the door.

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 5 years

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 4)

"Wonderful Tonight"

Luna and Colson have been sitting by the pool together for the last couple hours as the party disintegrates. He fires up a joint and passes it to her. Then fires up another for himself.

"Cheers." She says lifting her joint, he chuckles lifting his. It had been a wild but intimate night. They had partied with tons of mutual and new friends, both keeping up their social personas. Yet, they still had also found the time and space to get to know each other. They had talked about their childhoods, parents, more about his daughter, drug use, fame. He wanted her to listen to his new album he was working on. She played him some of her own stuff. The only things they didn't discuss inside out were the separate worries on each of their minds.

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"So, how long have you known Ash and Pete? He asks her.

"Ahhh... A long time" she begins "I've known them both since we were kids starting out on the scene. I met her at a house party when we were like 15/16 maybe? She had ran away from home and we clicked, so I brought her home like a lost kitten for a few days." Luna smiles while laughing. "My Mom-mom looooves her. And Pete, she loves him too..." She continues "There used to be this great bar in BedStuy called the Boobie Trap. They never carded and did all kinds of different open mics. So, you'd get this great crowd and incredible range of acts. It was a really fucking cool spot, I used to post up there sometimes, just to shoot or draw. That's where I met Pete, he was just wandering around. So green." She smiles. I grabbed him one night and we smoked a blunt in the cut. To this day, he's one of my favorite motherfuckers." She says with a grin and a hint of amusement in her blue eyes. "I'm pretty sure I have a photos of him from that night." She laughs. "How bout you?" She asks.

"I met them both on set." He says "Just kinda hit it off right away with Ash, you know?" He looks at her. "I met Pete on Wilden' Out but we didn't click until The Dirt. Been rolling hard ever since." It's almost sunrise and little glints of light bounce off her hair. Her blue eyes sparkle.

"She's absolutely Fucking gorgeous." He can't help but think.

"You are amazing in 'The Dirt'. Completely embodied Tommy. You should be VERY proud of yourself." She says.

"Thank you, that means a lot coming from someone who knows him well." He says smiling at her. "I really worked hard to prepare for the roll."

"Your performance shows it." She smiles at him.

"Jesus fucking Christ. Those eyes and that smile....." Colson's head swims

"So, you and Ash ever hook up?" She asks with a knowing smile.

Caught off gaurd, sheepishly he looks at her "You know the answer to that."

"I do." She replies with an amused smile. She likes to see him squirm.

"You don't believe it?" He asks.

"I mean, I heard it in real time." she says shrugging "So, I know one version of the truth." She smirks.

"Was it... 'Thought it was gonna be awesome, ended up weird and awkward, better off friends'?"

Luna bursts out laughing "Pretty much!"

"You ever hook up with Pete?"

"Fuck no!!" She laughs "We're too good of friends. Youuuuuuu?" She asks.

"ME? He recoils "Fuck outta here!" He laughs too.

"So...." She says with a mischievous smile, wiggling her butt in her seat. "Tell me something...." She inhales deeply, bites her bottom lip, exhales slowly then says "Tell me something you are afraid of, embarrassed about or just don't want me to know." She says with her blue eyes daring him.

"THIS Bitch is a motherfucking mind reader." Colson thinks to himself in disbelief. "FUCK."

"Hmm..." He tries to play it cool. "Aight, I gotchu." He says sitting up, pulling her closer to him. "I remember when you took that picture of me. I looked for you all night after I got off stage but you were GHOST!" He chuckles, looks down at their hands wrapped in each other, then back at her. "That means, I've had a crush on you for almost 10yrs. without even knowing your name. Only this insane vibe you and your smile gave me..." He looks away. "It's fucking crazy.... I gotta know, though. Where the fuck did you go that night because I looked everywhere and asked everyone and it's been bugging the hell outta me for fucking ever." He looks at her, slightly annoyed, slightly embarrassed.

"So much for playing it cool, Asshole." Colson lectures himself.

A little caught off gaurd, Luna squeezes his hands and looks at him with a sweet smile. "I remember that night too. Very well. That's why I knew I had those negatives. I also remember that exact moment. That's why I chose that picture." She says in almost a husky whisper, looking up into his eyes lovingly.

"So you felt it?" He asks.

"I did." She admits, still holding his gaze.

"Why couldn't I find you then?" He asks her quietly.

This breaks her gaze. She turns her head. Staring out silently.

"ANNNND HERE IT IS, Loons.... If you tell him why you left you better tell him the whole fucking thing. UGH. I hate my fucking life."

She inhales deeply, sighing. This time rubbing her forehead with her hands, finally resting her chin in one, covering her mouth, while her elbow is propped upon her knee. She turns to Colson, who's legs are swinging him back and forth in the swivel patio chair he's sitting in. He stops once he catches her eye, leans forward, fingers interlaced. "Tell me."

"Psh. You'd better watch your tone with me. Especially if I'm about to put all my cards on the table too." She states, staring at him unwaveringly.

"I'm sorry. Please tell me." Colson asks leaning closer.

She unlaces his fingers, wrapping hers inside his, looking him in the eyes. "You couldn't find me because I had left because I DID feel it. I had a boyfriend and I knew..." She trails off shaking her head "I don't know what I knew but I knew it wouldn't be fair to him." She says sadly.

He looks at her "That's definitely NOT what I was expecting. You left because you had a boyfriend, instead of being some thot and cheating on him...? Why do you seem so sad about that?" He asks.

She lets go of his hands, scootches back in her chair, drawing her knees up. She's back to rubbing her forehead again. He's starting to notice her little ticks. Sighing is one of them, which she does again before she speaks.

"It's not the night. It's the boyfriend. We were together for 7yrs. 2yrs by the time you and I seen each other. We had a band. An apartment. We had problems but I thought we were happy and figuring them out. Until I came home one afternoon, almost 3 years ago..." She trails off. Eyes welling. She leans down and looks at the ground before looking up into his eyes sadly. Tears trying not to break. "And I found him hanging in our bedroom." She swallows hard, looking back down, letting the tears flow.

"Well the damage is done." She thinks as her heart sinks.

"That's why I'm out here staying with Ash. I finally sold our place and don't really know where I'm going or what's next."

A little shocked but more concerned for her, he slightly stands, scooping her up from her chair, before sitting back down. She shifts in his lap to rest her face against his bare neck and chest. He wraps his arms around her, stroking her hair. They don't say anything for a moment. Just hold each other and breathe.

"FUCK!! Just like Chester." He sadly thinks of his friend while he squeezes her tight. He's thought about it before and even tried but... "FUCK. Pete told me about this, he was his friend too." As Colson's mind races, he has a sudden urge to never let her go.

She lifts her head off of his neck, he wipes her tears away with his large thumbs. "Is that too much for you?" She asks, bracing herself.

"No." He leans up to kiss her. She lets him fully inside of her mouth. Letting his tongue drown out the buzz in her head. He breaks away, saying "Here, stand up." After he lifts her to her feet, he messes around with his phone for a moment before setting it down and taking Luna's hand. "Dance with me." He says to her as he pulls her close and the opening chords to 'You Look Wonderful Tonight' begin to play.

🎶It's late in the evening...🎶

He begins to sing to her, as her blue eyes look up into his, one hand running down his face, the other in his hand against his chest. She smiles, laying her face next to it. His other hand is on the top of her ass. He uses it to pull her closer as they dance to Clapton in the early CA morning. No words need to be said other than the lyrics he chooses.

He lifts her chin, singing.

🎶And then she asks me, do I feel alright. And I said, Bunny, I feel WONDERFUL tonight🎶 with a huge grin.

She laughs and asks if he planned it. "Not at all. Everything about us is kismet." He sings, with a wink before he lightly kisses her and she lays her head back on his bare chest.

Once the song finishes he looks down at her with a smile, sending her into a twirl, which makes her giggle as she comes back to his chest.

"Let me take you to bed. It's been a long day and all I really wanna do is hold you." He tells her.

"Ok." She responds, leaning up to kiss him once more, before taking his hand and letting him lead her into the house.

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To be continued.....

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kor-knight · 7 years

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Ok great! 🎀 this is gonna be kinda specific but I don't mind how you do it bc i love your writing and you're the best at angst so) Can you do one set after the finale where chuck tries it on with betty and she rejects him and then he and his friends beat her up in front of jughead and like make fun of him being a serpent and then the serpents get involved and help them bc bets is family too. With lots of protective juggie & serpents. Thanks ❤❤❤

Here it is! Sorry for taking so long to write it haha. Hope you enjoy!

Hishand came from nowhere. Seemingly invisible, or just that quick,Betty couldn’t tell. An unruly crack came from somewheredistant, pain flaring across her jaw. Black dots danced within hervision, mind becoming hazy.

How did this cometo happen?

Throughthe fuzzy feeling tickling her mind, Betty thought back to earlierthat day.

Itstarted out like any other day, albeit being a Friday. An extrabounce in her step, a cheery smile on her lips, Betty was in awonderful mood. A tad sore from lastnights escapade with Jughead, butit was happy pain. It had been a week since he accepted the jacketfrom those Serpents, the silent agreement for further service.

Itdid bother her, but after countless hours of expressing her concerns,however irrational they may be. Jughead soothed her soul with hisconstant assurance, stray kisses mixed with words till it was all ablur of limbs and comfort.

Thingshave been peaceful since, Betty even formally met a few serpents.Jughead mentioned that they took a liking to her, said he was a luckyguy for having such a girl.

Hecompletely agreed.

Asshe wandered the halls of Riverdale high, Archie and Veronica in tow,Kevin off with Joaquin somewhere - no doubt in a heated makeout seshshe’d hear all about later-, a familiar figure broke through thecrowd.

ChuckClayton.

Thesame smug smirk on his lips, eyeing Betty from down the hall. His‘posse’ behind him, idly roughhousing one another or hitting onwhatever pair of legs walked by. His dark eyes were all over herbody, making an over-exaggerated lick of his lips. Betty shuddered,turning around and heading to the Blue&Gold office, she bidfarewell to her friends. She had some work to finish up anyway.

Nearingthe office door, she had reached out to open it when a hand came outand landed on hers overtop the handle. Looking up, her green eyescame in contact with that of his dark brown ones.

“Chuck?”She squeaked out, trying and failing to pull her hand out from underhis.

Hetightened his grip, “Tell me Betty” he pried her fingers from thehandle, tangling his with hers. “What’s a guy gotta do to takethat fine ass out to Pops?”

Groaning,Betty forced a smile and failed once again to pull her hand out. “Itold you before Chuck. No means no.” She reached for her phone,quickly dialing Jughead.

“HeyBetts, whats up? Need a ride home?” His voice calmed her, notrealizing she was shaking.

“Yes,can you come pick me up? Right now. Please.” Her voice was urgent,Jughead picking up right away.

“I’llbe there in 10. I promise.” She hung up the phone, staring at theboy in front of her coolly.

“I’mgoing now.” She pulled every ounce of strength she had, finallybreaking free from his grasp. As she walked away, all she heard washis sinister chuckle echoing off the walls.

“Areyou even listening to me, ya dumb bitch?!” A mans voice brought herback to reality. Dark, cold, painful reality. She coughed inresponse, not enough energy to make words. Her jaw was aching, herhands were bound. Through the spots in her vision she could make outa figure in front of her, looming over her broken figure.

Acool breeze drifted past, alerting Betty that they were definitelyoutdoors. She strained her eyes once more, taking in more detailsaround. A few trees lingered, a rundown building in the distance. Ahuge sign stood tall in the backdrop, casting a large shadow over herand the man with her.

Ringring

Thesound came from the man, who was equally surprised at the intrusion.

“What?!”He shouted into the device. Betty couldn’t figure out where thefamiliar voice was from. She knew it, but didn’t.

“I’mbusy.”A voice from the phone spoke quickly, igniting a sigh from the man.“Fine, bring him too.” He touched a button on the device andended the call, turning to her silently. “Now the real fun begins.”His hand came down quickly, and the world went black.

Sheawoke a few hours later, give or take. She couldn’t quite tell,considering it was still dark out. The moon was full, high in the skyabove. A noise from ahead startled her. She strained her spotty,sleep driven eyes to see in the dark, only making out silhouettes.

Acough erupted from the same spot, along with a rattle of somethingmetal on metal. Chains maybe? Her eyes were adjusting slowly,straining so much from the haze that still lingered in her mind andthe darkness. Finally she made out the image of something.

Actually,someone.

Awhimper escaped her throat at the sight before her.

Jugheadwas sitting on a chair, beanie-less head hanging down. Nosigns of blood or bruises though, so she sighed with relief, even fora little victory.

“Juggie..”She whisper-shouted, worried of alerting others. “Jughead, please.Get up.” He stirred a little, but kept still.

“Juggieplease!”His head shot up, breathing rapidly. His eyes were frantic, lookingeverywhere. Finally they landed on her, softening automatically.

“Betty.Where are we?” He took in his surroundings more, tugging his armswith no prevail. A sob escaped her lips as she opened her mouth tospeak. The noise brought him back to her, a different look crossinghis face. “What did they do – I’m going to kill them. I’mgoing to kill all of them!” He shouted, ignoring her attempts toshush his outburst.

“Wellwell, the two lovers are finally awake.” The man from beforeappeared from the shadows.

Bettylet out a choked sob.

“Chuck?!”

Chuckstood a few feet away, smug smirk on his face. He stepped towardsher, a wicked glint in his eye. “Hey there Betty. Or should I say-” he came up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. Heleaned his head down beside hers, placing a sloppy kiss on her cheek.Jughead pulled hard on his restraints, a low growl escaping his lips.“-Serpent slut.”A haughty chuckle eruptedfrom beside her ear, making her flinch. Biting back a sob, she juststared at the boy in front of her.

Jugheadcaught her eyes, determination setting in. He opened his mouth, butBetty quickly shook her head.

Chuckjust watched, intrigued by the duo.

“Sowhich one of you wears the pants?” His question was ludicrous.Scoffing, Betty just bite her lip. Jughead stared at him coolly. “NowI’m just asking because Betty here, you see she likes to playrough. Did you know that Jughead?” Chuck laughed at the lack ofresponse, continuing on. “She likes to get down, and dirty.”Chuck’s hand came down to caress Betty’s cheek, trailing lowertill it hovered slightly over her chest. Jughead thrashed against thechains again, an angry howl following.

“Don’tyou fucking touch her.” Jughead spat out, relentlessly pullingagainst the bonds.

Chuckjust laughed, pulling his hand away slowly. He stood tall, and turnedher chair to face him. As he continued laughing, he pulled his armback.

Slap

Theback of his hand connected with Betty’s cheek with a vicious sound.

Jugheadpulled hard once more against the restraints, screaming. Thenstopped. He mumbles something under his breath, letting out a forcedlaugh.

“Whatwas that Jughead? I didn’t catch that?” Chuck egged him on,leaning closer to the blonde who was still in shock.

“I’mgoing to fucking kill you.” He spat out, eyes burning bright.

Slap

Anotherback hand across Betty’s face, this time the other cheek. A soberupted from her lips, along with trails of blood. She hung her head,quietly crying to herself.

Anotherlaugh came from Chuck’s lips as he raised his hand once more toslap Betty, when a figure appeared from behind him.

“Chuck!”

Lettingout a groan, Chuck spun on his heel and grabbed the new guys shirt bythe collar.

“Thefuck do you want?” The guy paled, stammering a response.

“Theguys on watch. T-They were taken out.” Chuck sighed, letting himgo.

“Whatthe hell do you mean?”

“Someoneknocked them out.”

“Who?”The new guy just looked down, avoiding Chuck’s gaze. “WHO?!” Heflinched at Chuck’s raised voice, retreating back a few feet.

“S-Serpents.”

Chuck’sface paled. A laugh from Jughead came from behind. He turned aroundslowly, backing up a few steps when he came face to face withJughead. A murderous glint in his blue eyes. A few guys in leatherjackets stood around, circling the still sobbing Betty, each with adangerously timid look on their face.

“Itold you not to touch her.” Jughead said nonchalantly, his fistconnecting with Chuck’s jaw in an instant. An ungodly crackresonated through the open air, followed by a scream.

Afew guys came running from behind Chuck, weapons in hand. TheSerpents behind Jughead waited, eyeing the rained haired boy quietly.He just looked over his shoulder, nodding slightly, and turning toface Betty.

“Thisis for Jughead!” One Serpent yelled, heading into the fight.

“Andthis-”the serpents fist connected with one of the weapon wielding guys’nose, “- is for Betty!”

Jugheadapproached Betty hastily, kneeling down. A gentle hand reached outtentatively. He winced when Betty flinched from his hand, eyesopening slightly to notice it belonged to him. She smiled sadly,leaning into his palm. With his other hand, he gently untied herwrists, freeing her. Finally out of the restraints, Betty launchedherself at his chest, sobbing loudly into his shirt. He rubbed herback, and patted her hair, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.After a few minutes, her sobs turned to sniffles, and she pulled backslightly. Sounds of fighting still coming from behind him, he justsmiled at her.

“Letsgo home, ok?” She just smiled in response.

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