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gglitch1dd · 2 years

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Hybrid Headcannons MHA pt2

Hey Anon! I really hope you see this and you really like it too! This was a request done and there was also a second part to it still in my inbox but I covered everything here so no worries!!

I've made hybrid headcannons for:

AIZAWA, SHINSO, DABI and SHIGARAKI

Note: Contains some NSFW when it comes to their ruts. Mentions of homelessness, being thrown out, punishment in the form of burns and mentions of past violence.

Shota Aizawa:

Hybrid: Cat

Scenario:

Shota had been around the block a few times. He had lost a good portion of his nine lives and at this point he thought he would spend the rest of his life in a shelter. He had come to terms with it rather quickly. He was adopted young, found a good loving home, family grew out of him, was a street hybrid for a while and since then had been living in a shelter

He was one of the older hybrids in the shelter so he wasn’t surprised that he never got picked. Hell, he didn’t want to get picked. Made life more difficult for him anyways. So he enjoyed his time teaching the other younger hybrids the basics of house life and survival skills. Who knows what they would face out there.

That all changed when you walked through the doors. Instead of being enchanted by any of the younger hybrids you could adopt, you instantly fell in love with the tired DILF hybrid who seemed to not even register your presence at all. In truth, he was too tired to care. He received the shock of his life when he got told that he was getting adopted.

Looked HELLA confused. O.O Wot?

When you brought Aizawa home with you, he was very confused as to what your motives were. He easily adapted to living with you of course but he was still very cautious of you. Out of all the hybrids, why him? He could never understand. But he seemed to ask himself that question less and less as he found a rhythm with you

Calm slow days spent reading, head scratches and long naps. Baking pastries and going to the library. Him watching mom cooking shows and diy tips because that seems to be the only thing he’s interested in. You didn’t mind though. He kept you up to date with things. Like when to take your meds if you needed them, or fixing something you sure was about to break, or telling you to remember to give your friend;s uncle that you’re close to a happy birthday. He was very good at keeping track of things.

Slowly you got to learn a few things about him. Like how he was once an adoptive dad to a little rhino hybrid named Eri who was just as endangered as the species she was a hybrid to. You learnt about his son, Hitoshi and that he wasn’t able to be in contact with him much.

You couldn’t help much about Eri after you learnt that she was being kept well but you could about Shinso. After some begging and some bribing you were able to get the contact details of the person who adopted Shinso. You set up a call date one day just for Aizawa. He never saw it coming. When you handed him the phone and he heard Shinso’s voice, that was the first time you ever saw tears come to his eyes.

When Aizawa handed you the phone back after finishing speaking to Shinso, he didn’t say anything for a moment. Then he asked you a simple question. “Why?” You offered him a smile and took his hands in yours. “Because it was the right thing to do. You care about your son so I care too. I just wanted to make your days a bit easier now that you know he is okay.” Aizawa was fazed for the whole day.

Since that day, Aizawa learnt not to question why you got him or what drew you to him, just that he was grateful to have you in his life. He would be damned than to ever think he didn’t need you, because even though he didn’t say it and most of the time was napping, he couldn’t have a better life than with you right now.

Favourite things:

Eri, Hitoshi, a parrot/lovebird hybrid named Hizashi Yamada and napping.

Ruts:

Aizawa normally stays away from you during his ruts. He doesn’t want to hurt you or ruin things between the two of you by messing it up. Of course you had done your research and had learnt that of course he would go through a rut and you were more than comfortable with him and with yourself to help him if need be.

So seeing that he was being a stubborn little puss about it, you approach him and directly asked him. Now at first glance you wouldn’t even think anything was wrong with him, until you noticed how he was starting to already sweat and that his eyes seemed glued to your body and not your face. Once he got your full consent on the matter and the rearing to go sign from you, you could barely believe you had the same hybrids. Turns out all that energy he never seems to have comes out then.

Hitoshi Shinso:

Hybrid: Cat

Scenario:

Hitoshi was separated from his father from a young age and has been bouncing from shelter to shelter ever since. He wasn’t as sociable as the other hybrids and preferred to be on his own. It was a choice he has made. He didn’t like getting close to people, especially if he would just end up moving anyways.

You were a volunteer at the hybrid shelter. You helped out with the hybrids and getting them accustomed to life at the shelter. When you met Shinso, he was a really withdrawn hybrid. He didn’t talk much, opting to rather take naps or just observe. You asked to look at his file hoping to find out why he was the way that he was and you couldn’t blame him.

So you slowly started to befriend the hybrid. It was a hard process. First you had to get him to be comfortable around your presence which was easier than you thought mostly because he didn’t care who was around him as long as they weren’t disturbing him. Next, you had to get him to start talking more. He talked, but normally not more than few sentences. Till you spoke to him one day,

“Hey, Shinso.” He lazily opened his eyes. “I got something for you, bud. I hope you like it.” You gave him little yellow goggles that he normally had with him but they were fixed. Shinso’s eyes widened. You had learnt that his most prized possession were yellow goggle looking glasses but that it was broken and he didn’t know how to get them fixed. One day you had snuck into his room and took it (with the best interest at heart). Shinso just looked at you wide eyed. You offered him a kind smile and went off your merry way.

Since then you had been a favourite of his. He would stay by you, follow you around as you attended to other hybrids or talk to other people in the shelter. All until the day you asked him if he wanted to get adopted by you. I think you had never seen Shinso open his eyes more or smile as big as he did that day. (Precious little tired bean)

Shinso is great at housework and the little chores you set up for him, but most often then not you would find him napping. Just napping. Either napping, eating or grumbling about how you don’t know how to groom properly (says the man with sprawled out lilac hair - go to a hairstylist). But either way, he’s actually very good at doing hair and often then not you would sit on the floor and him on the couch, him doing your hair very carefully and soft while the two of you watch trashy reality TV that he likes to criticise.

You learnt about the fact that he hadn’t seen his dad in a long time, which was very sad to you. Then you were contacted by Aizawa’s new owner. You felt like it was a gift from the angels. You quickly jumped on board with setting up a phone call (and maybe a visit in the future) between them. You handed Shinso the phone and told him to say hi.

He was very confused and spoke into the phone very confused, all until he heard the voice of his father. Mans started shaking as tears came to his eyes, could barely talk for the first few minutes. You stood right next to him, holding his hand the whole way. Shinso would never forget that, and is eternally grateful to you for it.

Shinso doesn’t really like company that isn’t you. So even if you had people come over to your place, he would say high maybe even hold a conversation for a while and then ditch. He doesn’t really like people or other hybrids, well until you introduced him to a yellow haired mouse hybrid of your friend’s named Denki. He seems to like Denki. You didn’t know whether he wanted to eat Denki or whether he actually liked the mouse. Only God would know. (Chases Denki around for fun just to see the look of terror on his face)

Favourite things:

Naps, Shota Aizawa, white yawn, naps.

Ruts:

Shinso spends most of the time in his rut, sleeping - more like tossing and turning. He feels restless but he doesn’t feel like doing much. Would rather opt for you to take care of him. (In ANY way) Whether that’s riding him, or feeding him soup, he doesn’t mind. He prefers the first one anyways. But maybe one day in his rut, it’s like he’s a different person. Literally pounces on you and won’t let go. Suddenly has the energy and stamina to reciprocate. Good luck on those days.

Dabi (Touya Todoroki)

Hybrid: Jaguar

Scenario:

As I mentioned in Shoto’s headcannons, Dabi was one of those cubs that were not up to satisfaction. Bred to be rich and exotic and for a time while he was younger, he lived up to that. Until he didn’t. He couldn’t keep up with the strenuous schedule and demand they had him live up to. He couldn’t achieve everything they wanted him to achieve and he got severely punished for it until he was cast to the side like unwanted lunch.

Dabi was probably the scariest hybrid in the shelter. Everyone was afraid of him. From the burn marks around his body, the dark black hair and the cold chilly ice blue eyes that seemed to burn into everyone else’s beings. He ran the show there. His big size and powerful power from being a jaguar made him almost untouchable there.

Till sweet little you came in. You were looking through the hybrids, hopefully to find someone you could help and you couldn’t see anyone else in more need of help than him. Everyone thought you were crazy. He looked like he was an ex convict and looked like his bite carried more than his bark. Yet even then you pulled him along to the desk and told them you wanted him. They thought you were blinnd but were more than happy to let you take him off their shoulders.

Quickly added a no return policy in your contract.

But that was okay because Dabi wasn’t going back. When you brought him home for the first time, Dabi implemented two rules of his own. 1. This is his house now. 2. He does what he wants. And if he doesn’t want to do housework, he isn’t touching no broom or washing machine. Most of the time he would just lounge and do nothing but eat and criticise you.

One time, he took it a bit too far and really hurt your feeling. Like really, he did. You couldn’t stand it any more and so, you literally left him for a week. Like you upped and left the house. (It was an experiment on your part). If he wanted to act so high and mighty then he could do it without you. During that week, Dabi had never felt more miserable since he moved in. Normally you would have your smile on your face and would always have something to tell him (even if he acted uninterested). Now he was a mess, he didn’t have any more food, he was bored and it felt empty without you.

When you came back (after some time. You didn’t want to make him starve obviously), Dabi was silent for the most part. Until he gave you a small apology. You quickly accepted it and started to train him on his anger management and social skills. Dabi finds you annoying, but your his annoying person so he guesses he can make do.

When you gave him a nice deep scalp rub and washed his hair, you had never seen him look more peaceful. You also found out that his fur and hair was white and not black. Pure snow white. A beautiful colour that went with his eyes so nicely. You showered him with compliments on how pretty he was, but he felt more like a show cat than anything. But now its become part of the routine

Dabi hates your friends. Hates your family. Hates other hybrids. Hates that loud dog across the street. Hates that plant you keep watering. He hates pretty much anything that takes your attention or annoys him. But when he sees how much you care for those people or things, he manages to stomach it, just a bit.

Touya isn’t a bad hybrid, and you probably never will know what happened to him to get those burn marks, but for the mean time, he was yours. And you wouldn’t swap his grouchy unsatisfied self for anything.

Favourite things:

Your couch, his piercings and some hybrid you introduced him to that he likes to poke fun off named Tomura Shigaraki.

Ruts:

Lord have mercy.

You are constantly being held down and rutted against. This man has no sense of personal space right now. If he feels for one more second that his dick id going to fall off and he needs to be inside you, then all be damned cause he’s bullying his way inside you (once you told him you were fine- you didn’t even get through half that sentence and he was one you).

He’s a todoroki. A breeding kink is a must. Finds satisfaction, leaving you as much as a mess as he feels.

Tomura Shigaraki:

Hybrid: Cat

Scenario:

Tomura Shigaraki wishes that life were kinder to him. He wishes he could have been born different. He wishes he wasn’t a stray. Yet this world doesn’t work on wishes and especially not for those of the less fortunate.

Shigaraki has been a stray hybrid his whole life. He doesn’t know anything else. His life has been a constant struggle since birth. Running, stealing, fighting and trying to survive another day. Since he was younger, he had never been as pretty as all the other cat hybrids or having a nice sounding voice too. He was never seen as desirable. Not to anyone and especially not to himself.

Shigaraki one time stumbled into the wrong hybrid territory at the wrong time. He honestly thought he was going to die, already beaten and bruised and at this point in his life, he was okay with it.

Till like an angel giving him one more chance, you came running with a baseball bat you kept in your car down the alley and managed to chase away the other hybrids. Hybrids couldn’t hurt humans in fear of being taken to reform sentences or worse. You carefully managed to take an unconscious Shigaraki back to your car and took him home with you.

When Shigaraki woke up, he was more than confused. He never remembered sneaking into someone’s home. Shigaraki is probably one of the hardest hybrids to befriend. He never trusted you. Not for a second. Never put his guard down. He couldn’t. It often meant death on the street, but you were patient with him. Slowly nursing him to health even if it meant scratches and being hissed at.

Once he’s bruising had disappeared, cuts closed and you had managed to give him enough food and water that he didn’t look so sickly anymore. You packed him a little bag with all the basic necessities he would need. A fresh pair of clothes. A hair brush. Moisturizer (He deeply needed it). Food vouchers. A toothbrush. Anything and everything he would need.

You slowly made your way over to him to the place he had taken up refuge in the corner of your guest room. You gave him a choice, he could stay with you or he could leave but you told him if he did choose to leave, he was always welcomed back.

Shigaraki was extremely hesitant to believe you about your offer to let him stay, but in here, with you, was better than on the streets. So slowly you saw his defences crumble. Shigaraki slowly made his way out of the guest room and more into your home. He slowly let you get closer and closer to him until one day, unexpectedly, he let you pet him. His now soft washed and clean fluffy white hair under your fingers.

Shigaraki’s favourite times of the day are when you both can do his skin routine and everything is so calm and the bad thoughts and memories leave his head. He couldn’t think of being anywhere else. And sometimes, when he thinks you’re asleep on the couch, he would sneak his way over to you, lying down on the couch, placing his head in your lap. As much as you thought he didn’t know your secret, he did. Because you would always scratch his head softly, playing with his ears.

Favourite things:

Has a weird hand fixation, self care days and sunshine (chases the darkness away).

Ruts:

Shigaraki normally spent his ruts away from people. He doesn’t like them and really doesn’t like being around others during it. You respect that. It’s all you can do. So you would comfort him as best as you could from the other side of the door to his room, always leaving food and water for him, when he would eventual pass out.

One day, maybe soon, he might just let you in.

-Glitch1d

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delaber · 2 years

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Snow (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Part 1: The Aftermath I

Story summary: Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in.

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Note: Enemies to lovers with a good dash of "only one bed"-trope and I'm not even sorry! This was supposed to be a silly little one shot but it turned into a multichapter fic that will be updated weekly. Hope you enjoy! Let me know if you want me to tag you in the upcoming parts.

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Day one

Because you knew exactly how he would react if you let just the slightest trace of discomfort slip past your lips, you had made a tough decision hours ago; keep quiet and don't give him the satisfaction of knowing you were in agony! But the muscles of your chest were getting tighter and tighter from withholding whimpers of dull pain as your feet cramped in the cold snow, and when a particularly tenacious cramp hit your right calf, an accidental whine escaped your throat before you'd had a chance to stop it - and just as you had predicted, he snapped...

"If you'd only listened to me, we wouldn't be stuck out here!" Bucky hissed venomously from over his shoulder as he trotted a path for you to follow. "But no, no, no!" he angrily pushed a few branches away from his path, "God forbid little miss sunshine should actually follow orders! Of course Sam's favourite girl had to screw things up!"

For some reason you couldn't quite put your finger on, Bucky had been like this since the day you'd met him; somehow always more annoyed with you than you'd ever seen him with anyone else, always snapping at you, ready to bite your head off if you did or said just the tiniest thing he disagreed with. It was infuriating admiring his kindness from afar, seeing how soft and charming he was towards anybody but you, but in his eyes, you never could do anything right.

"Hey, I just saved your life, asshole!" you bit back, struggling to keep up with him as your legs numbed more and more with each passing step.

"You didn't save a single thing, princess," Bucky snarled, the demeaning nickname cutting through you like hard glass.

"Stop calling me that!" you hissed angrily and had to take a deep breath to keep yourself from throwing a snowball after his stupidly broad back, "You know I hate it!!"

"Then stop acting so fucking self-entitled! I was doing perfectly fine until you decided to interfere!"

"Interfere?! I did not interfere!" your blood was boiling, "you do realise that Sam sent us both on this mission, right? No matter how much you hate working with me, you are not on a solo cruise here!"

"I think you're forgetting that I've been doing fine on all my other missions without your so-called help, sweetheart!" He hissed back, the sarcastic nickname ringing so harshly against in your ears that it almost made you punch something in tired frustration.

"And I think you're forgetting that I actually managed to land the Quinjet you were about to crash, big guy!"

"Congratulations on a job well-done!" he said sarcastically with a loud huff, "- we ran out of fuel because of your little manoeuvre!"

"Fine! Next time I'll just let you crash!"

"Good! Then I won't end up stranding in fucking nowhere with you!"

You had to hold back the string of curse words that were about to slip past your lips - you knew from experience that retaliating his harsh words with childish remarks only made both of you furious to the point where Sam sometimes had to step in to calm you down - but Sam wasn't here now, so you had to behave.

Fuelled by rage, Bucky walked faster and faster through the cold snow and even though you were doing your best to keep up so he wouldn't have yet another thing to yell at you about, your cramping calves were slowing you down considerably. "Will you hurry the hell up?" he snarled at you, "we need to get to the safe house before it gets dark."

"I am walking as fast as I can!"

"Well walk faster, princess!"

"Stop calling me that!" you yelled, "it's not my fault that I don't have super serum to keep me agile in this weather! I'm only human!" you hissed, immediately regretting your words when you saw how his entire body came to an abrupt halt.

For the first time in hours, he turned around, his long chestnut hair falling elegantly around his stubbled cheeks as he sent you a venomous look, "-and I'm not?!" his nostrils were dilated and his beautiful ice blue eyes more piercing than normal as he angrily gazed at you. On several occasions, you'd thought to yourself that it was a shame that such handsome features were wasted on his anger.

"That's - that's not what I meant!" You gulped, slowly realising that you'd found one of his trigger points. "- I know you're just as human as I am..."

He shot you a pained look and huffed loudly before he turned back around, picking up his pace again. "Come on!" He spat, angrier than ever before.

"I didn't mean it like that!" You tried as you half-ran to keep up with him, "I swear, Bucky, I didn't! I don't know why I said that."

"Yes you do!"

"No, I really just-"

"-Do you think you can walk and shut up at the same time, princess?" He interrupted you.

Oh, how you wanted to throw that goddamn snowball in his face. "Fucking prick," you muttered under your breath, fighting your way through some ice-covered shrubs.

"I heard that!" he growled.

"Well I said it out loud, didn't I?!" You hissed childishly and pushed a frozen branch out of your way, watching his squared shoulders as he annoyingly effortlessly moved through the deep blanket of heavy snow.

You walked in intense silence until the sun went down where the only audible sounds were the crunching footsteps in the snow along with your clattering teeth and your occasional whimper of discomfort that Bucky either couldn't hear or deliberately chose not to comment on. He was still moving annoyingly effortlessly through the heavy snow, but you, however, could feel the energy slowly leave your frozen limbs, and you were having more and more difficulty moving your muscles at all. You'd spent the last few miles contemplating how to ask him for a short break but just when you'd finally plucked up the courage to suggest one, Bucky stopped dead in his tracks as he overlooked a small clearing in front of him.

"Finally," he muttered to himself before picking up his pace again. "We're here."

Excited that you'd finally reached the old S.H.I.E.L.D safe house, you picked up your pace as much as your aching muscles allowed you to until a small, moss-covered log cabin came into view. Bucky had already reached the porch, and you watched as he kicked open the wooden door with a loud bang and walked inside with a somewhat disappointed sigh. Desperate for some well-deserved rest, you followed him inside, but was immediately overcome with the same feeling of disappointment when you realised that the cabin held no inner walls and that you were forced to sit and stare at Bucky's sour face until Sam came to the rescue. Great.

Bucky determinedly walked to the other end of the cabin, picked up the receiver of an old landline and agitatedly pressed the buttons a few times. "Line's dead," he huffed and reached into his breast pocket, pulling out his mobile, "- and I still don't have reception."

You followed his lead and pulled out your phone too, your heart sinking to the bottom of your stomach when you couldn't even turn on your screen. "No battery," you muttered to him, "the cold probably killed it."

"Great!" Bucky barked, "we're stuck here!"

"Calm down," you reached into your backpack with almost numb fingers and pulled out a small amulet with a green light. "Sam has a tracker on me," you looked hopefully at the light flashes.

"Sam has a...?" Bucky blinked a few times, clearly in shock for a few seconds before his face shifted back to being belligerent, "- of course loverboy has a tracker on you!" He fumed and turned his back to you, walking away without sparing you another glance.

"Loverboy? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing!" He spat and ripped open the front door stepping back outside in the snow.

"Wait - are you leaving?" your voice was shrill as you angrily stared after him.

"I'm going for firewood!" he huffed, "do see if you can contain yourself from causing more harm, doll."

"What the hell is your problem?" You yelled after him as he slammed the door shut behind him, disappearing back into the cold with angry footsteps. Cursing him under your breath, you put down your backpack in the corner and made sure that Sam's tracker was lying freely in the windowsill so nothing would block the signal. Already dreading the long hours in Bucky's draining company, you settled in for an agonisingly long waiting period, and angrily wrapped yourself in every blanket you could find to try and heat up your shaking body.

Bucky came in ten minutes later, a basket full of firewood cradled in his strong arms. Still annoyed, he ran his eyes over your form on the sofa before curling his face up in an unimpressed glare. "Glad to see your Royal Highness is comfortable," he grumbled and lit a match from the emergency kit in his backpack, throwing it onto the logs he'd just thrown in the fireplace.

"Shut up," your teeth clattered slightly as the flames quickly spread over the dry logs, engulfing the entire cabin in a warm orange hue.

With an annoyed sideways glance over at you, Bucky stood up from the floor before he aggressively yanked a cushion free from the other end of the sofa and placed it on the floor in front of the fire, throwing himself down on it with a loud grunt.

"You're seriously so angry with me you're going to sleep on the floor?" You arched an eyebrow and wrapped yet another blanket around your body, desperate for more heat.

"Yep," he said shortly and folded his muscular arms over his chest before closing his eyes.

"You're not serious..."

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"Oh, don't you worry; you look angry as ever!"

"Good!"

"Oh, come on..." you rolled your eyes at him, "you're really only punishing yourself, you know."

"Goodnight."

"...do you want a blanket at least?"

"No," he growled, "I wouldn't want to upset her majesty!"

"Suit yourself," you huffed and stretched your legs down the length of the sofa, making sure your entire body was covered by the slightly mouldy blankets as you tried to relax your sore muscles.

You could feel the heat from the fire radiating through the many layers of plaid, but no matter how long you lay in front of the flames, it was as if the warmth didn't quite reach your bones. Slowly, you started shaking, your teeth clattering loudly in the dark as you pulled the blankets closer and closer around your body.

"Could you shut up for two seconds?" Bucky growled from the floor after what seemed like an eternity, "I'm trying to sleep."

"I-I c-can't," you stuttered, "I'm - I'm s-s-so cold!"

"I don’t care," he mumbled, “put on another blanket.”

"W-we don't h-have m-more blankets."

He looked up at you and ran his gaze over your body, "you've got to be kidding me," he rolled his eyes, "you're covered in twenty-something blankets and you're still cold?"

"I-I know," you whimpered and kicked your legs as you tried to get rid of a hard cramp, accidentally hitting him in the back in the process, "ah f-fuck! S-sorry. It's m-my calves. They're s-so c-cold they're c-c-cramping."

"Jesus Christ," Bucky sighed and got up from the floor, immediately pulling off his Kevlar vest, throwing it to the side. "Take off your clothes," he demanded while unzipping his jacket and letting it join his vest on the floor.

"M-my clothes?" you watched in awe as he pulled his long-sleeved t-shirt over his head, slowly revealing chiselled abs, hard pecs, and enticing metal that glinted in the dancing flames from the fire.

He looked you dead in the eye as his fingers fiddled with the zipper and button of his trousers. "Yes," he grunted, completely unfazed by the fact that he had just pulled down his cargo pants, suddenly standing in front of you wearing only a pair of grey boxers. Slightly ashamed that you'd been caught staring at his near-naked body, you quickly looked away from him, small patches of warmth slowly growing larger on your cheeks because shit, Bucky looked good! It really was a shame he was such an asshole, or you would've jumped his bones ages ago.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" He crossed his huge arms with a huff, the onyx and gold glinting tantalisingly in front of you, "- I saw you earlier," he nodded towards you, "you're soaked, it's no wonder you're freezing!"

"I-I'm not un-undressing for you," you shook your head, "n-no way."

"Stop flattering yourself, sweetheart," he rolled his eyes, "I'm just trying to get you home to Sammy in one piece. I really don't care about seeing your underwear."

For a second or two you wondered if this was some sort of twisted joke, but then you reminded yourself that even though Bucky may be unreasonable and childish towards you, he wasn't cruel. "O-okay... L-look aw-away then," you gulped and waited for Bucky to turn around before you started pulling on the front zipper of your wet tactical suit. You stripped down to your underwear, one eye always on Bucky's back, watching as the muscles of his shoulders tensed more and more with every breath he inhaled. Although he pretended otherwise, this was clearly awkward for him too.

"O-okay," you nodded after you'd re-wrapped yourself in one of the blankets, "y-you can l-look now."

Bucky slowly turned around and sat down on the sofa next to you, respectfully avoiding looking directly at you. "Scoot over," he demanded and pushed himself down behind you, kicking your legs straight and pressing his body up against yours, his burning hot chest immediately connecting with the cold skin of your back.

"W-wh at the h-hell are you d-doing, Barnes?" Your teeth were still clattering although you immediately felt the effects of his abnormally warm body pressed up against yours.

"Keeping you warm," he grunted and threw his arm around you, "if you fall asleep like this, you're not waking up."

"Y-you'd like that, wouldn't you," you mumbled but still felt yourself snuggling backwards into his warm chest.

"Yes of course," he pressed his fingers in on your lower ribs, pulling you closer, "absolutely nothing I'd rather want than to be rid of you... But I'm pretty sure Sam would kill me if I came home empty-handed."

"He'd definitely think you did it on purpose," you mumbled into your pillow as the comfortable heat radiating from his body slowly warmed up your frozen bones. "Hey... uhm - thanks, Barnes..."

"Don't thank me yet," he mumbled sleepily, "you still have to survive the night."

"Shut up."

"Go to sleep."

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mulletmitsuya · 2 years

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Toman groupchat

Warnings: this is all satire please don't take any of this seriously🗿, swearing, suggestive, long (cause i haven't done one in a while, i think. i have no concept of time sorry), also og Takemitchi's here who doesn't know what the fucks going on

Desc: just Baji being dumb and Chifuyu and Hakkai slander (affectionate)

Baji: yk what i never understood

Baji: why are there seatbelts on a plane

Baji: what are you gonna run into, the clouds????

Mikey: Baji i thought you were doing better in school :/

Draken: are you serious

Chifuyu: ...

Kazutora: bro

Kazutora: what

Baji: yes i'm serious it doesn't make fucking sense

Mitsuya: it's for when there's turbulence

Mitsuya: or like, the plane crashes

Baji: ...

Baji: oh

Baji: ok then that makes sense

Kazutora: why did you randomly think of this?

Baji: Chifuyu wants to be a pilot so i wanted to make sure it was safe

Mikey: he could plunge from the sky at any moment

Kazutora: the plane could spontaneously combust

Baji: idk what the fuck you just said

Kazutora: it could blow up

Mitsuya: stop lying oh my god

Mitsuya: car accidents are more common than air plane crashes

Baji: idk why that's relevant to me cause i drive a motorcycle

Mitsuya: you're right, sorry🙂

Hakkai: i didn't know you wanted to be a pilot Chifuyu

Hakkai: i just figured you'd do whatever Baji-kun did

Chifuyu: stfu 😐

Baji: lmao simp

Kazutora: LMAO

Mikey: he knows??

Draken: who wouldn't tbh

Kazutora: nah tho who's worse

Draken: wdym

Kazutora: "Taka-chan!!! Lol look at me being silly and goofy. Do you see my abs?? Aren't i huge and sexy??😜 Oh my lock screen?? Just cause you're my favourite homie that's all!!😊 I don't look at it longingly every night when i sleep! You just have a super sexy mouth watering side profile, that's all! Can i ride your di- I MEAN BIKE😳. Haha that's what i meant yes😁"

Draken: NAH💀

Mikey: OMFG SJVSMDB WHAT

Kazutora: or

Kazutora: "Baji-san!☺ Do you want Yakisoba?! i'll go buy it for you right now! You have such beautiful, luscious jet black hair! And you're so handsome! Any bo- i mean girl would fall head over heals for you😋 You have such nice abs, can i touch them? Can i watch you exercise? Just so i can get your routine! I wanna know everything about you! It's just cause i respect you thats all!😊 And you're my friend! No, not like Koko and Inupi, that's different. Was very sexy of you to set that car on fire 🤣🔥"

Kazutora: choose your fighter

Smiley: this was lowkey foul, they're right here💀

Draken: Kazutora log off

Draken: why Koko and Inupi leave them alone💀

Baji: WAIT STOP GSKSJKSHDJDJJDH

Chifuyu: i've never said any of those things in my life Kazutora 😐

Baji: YOU'VE SAID ALL OF THEM

Chifuyu: IT'S JUST CAUSE I RESPECT YOU

Kazutora: bro

Draken: why are you doing this to them

Smiley: where's Hakkai and Mitsuya💀

Hakkai: i just think that this was unnecessary :/

Hakkai: i don't appretiate being made fun of

Mikey: HSJSGJSKSJ HAKKAI YOU'RE MAKING IT WORSE

Mikey: I CAN'T BREATH

Mitsuya: i mean

Mitsuya: it was pretty accurate💀

Hakkai: Taka-chan????

Smiley: gonna die for this one

Smiley: "Mikey-kun!!" I would do absolutely anything for you! Why would you question your worth to me??? You are my heart and soul. The reason that i breath! It's fine if you killed that person, i'm sure they were a bad person! It was your closest friend? Oh uhm, lets just ignore that then 😊. I'll help you hide the body. You've done absolutely nothing wrong ever in your life. Oh, Haruchiyo? Uhm. Uh....well... that one was a bit much but he forgave you so that's fine! Of course i'll protect you! You're my best friend after all 😚"

Kazutora: NAHOYA ARE YOU CRAZY????

Smiley: he's not gonna kick me through the screen is he💀

Draken: Takemitchy come out. you're always lurking

Draken: defend yourself

Takemitchy: ha😅 i don't remeber saying all that, to be honest

Takemitchy: and uhm

Takemitchy: who are you

Draken: what happend with Sanzu?

Mikey: 😐

Mikey: you think you're so funny

Smiley: i'm the funniest person here actually

Kazutora: can we go back to Hakkai

Hakkai: what's your problem with me😐

Kazutora: not too fond of gay people

Mitsuya: stfu

Kazutora: explain yourself Hakkai

Hakkai: there's nothing to explain idk what you're talking about :|

Baji: you're not just a clown you're the whole circus

Baji: anyway

Baji: i can't wait for Chifuyu to fly areolas

Mitsuya: what????

Mikey: DO YOU MEAN AEROPLANES??

Draken: Baji c'mon now 😕

Kazutora: what's an areola

Mikey: the thing that surrounds nipples

Mikey: it's nipple, then areola, then tit

Draken: why'd you explain it like that?

Kazutora: the thing that women have? oh

Mikey: ?????

Draken: everyone with nipples has areolas tf?

Kazutora: i don't have any

Draken: nipples?????

Kazutora: no you silly goose

Kazutora: aeroplanes

Baji: why we talking about tits?

Draken: i'm done idc anymore

Mitsuya: what is wrong with you people

Smiley: it's like you guys are rotating half a braincell 😐

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pawsthec · 2 years

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Advice

Right so, Lady D has had a crush on this maid for a while but doesn't know how to bring up the topic of "yes, I am a freak of nature who is very interested in you. Would you perhaps wish to court, even if this resulted in you becoming the step mother of three devilish bug masses?"

So she decides to get some advice, from the maid she is interested in. Like they're just chilling while the maid is brushing Alci's hair and she casually tries to bring up the topic without it seaming forced, she fails successfully.

Alcina: (maids name), have you ever been interested din a woman before?

Maid: *surprised and almost drops the brush* excuse me? I mean, yes, my lady. May I ask where this is coming from?

Alcina: simple curiosity

Maid: *hums and gets back to doing what she was doing before*

Alcina: *hums after a few moments* darling, are you interested solely in women?

Maid: *still confused but decides to play along* yes?

Alcina: *starts playing with items on the dresser as a distraction* hm, dear... If a woman were to confess her... Interest in you, how would you prefer for it to be done?

Maid: honestly, I've been alone for so long that I'd take anything even if it's just a random person coming up to me and confessing before handing me a broom as a gift. *giggles*

Alcina: well, hypothetically, how would you prefer? Surely you must of had fantasies as a teenager

Maid: hypothetically, I suppose I wouldn't mind a nice night reading by candlelight and sharing a few snacks before that person pulls out a flower, preferably a lilac, and confesses to me gently and without any sort of grand gesture. My teenage fantasies were a lot wilder though

Alcina: how wild?

Maid: *blush* let's not go there. How about you, my lady. Surely you have wished for love at some point

Alcina: *blush* at one point yes, my fantasies were very much sweep me off my feet and ride of into the distance and away from the village on a majestic steed. They can't exactly become true now, especially with the fact that it has become very difficult for people to sweep me off my feet, quite literally *giggles

Maid: *giggle* there, all finished, my lady

Alcina: thank you, darling. I appreciate the help in my old age

Maid: *snort* by mother Miranda, I don't think I'm far behind you, soon I'll be considered senior staff. Now that's a scary thought. If this hypothetical person is going to confess their love to me they had better do it sooner rather than later. Goodnight, my lady

Alcina: I will see you tomorrow darling

So, the next two weeks are the same for the two. Until Alci wracks up the courage to confess to her. She invites the maid to an evening in the library with her under the guise of needing company while she reviews some documents, documents she requested Mother Miranda to send.

Then she tells her daughters to stay out of the maids way, collects a lilac from Donna, the maids favourite book from the Duke and requests the cook to make snacks in secret for the maid.

Once everything is in place and they are in the library Alcina hands her the book and states its a gift due to good work, the maid is a little uneasy but takes it.

After a while Alcina leaves and comes back with her hands behind her back.

Alcina: I will only ever say this to you once, I am giving you permission to stand on the furniture

Maid: *laugh* what's the special occasion?

Alcina: *blush* I suggest do it, it's a once in a lifetime opportunity

Maid: *hums before standing on the chair and being brought up to Alcina's shoulders*

Alcina: I know you said that you wouldn't want a grand gesture but this was the best way to essure you knew what I meant *presents the lilac*

Maid: *confused at first but her mind soon catches up and her face goes red as the book falls to the floor* you don't mean...?

Alcina: *also slowly turning red* will you... Be... Mine?

Maid: *stands there for a few moments before a large smile crosses her face and she literally jumps into Alcina's arms before giving her a kiss in the cheek* yes! I never thought you'd ask!

They just chill in the library after that. Once words gets around to MM, Donna and the Duke that Alcina's plan worked there is a silent 'fucking finally, now she can bug her girlfriend instead of me' shared among them.

#lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #alcina x female reader #alcina x y/n #alcina demitriscu #alcina x maiden #alcina x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #re8 fanfiction #re village #the duke re8 #x reader #resident evil #re8 dimitrescu #re8 village #re8 headcanons #re8 x reader

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jiminiesfavouritecolourisblue · 2 years

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What if... you were the Kingpin and they were the detectives? | BTS OT7 au

So this au is based off our little love where the roles are reversed. This started out as my favourite chapter ever but omfd did it get long, this is the longest chapter I've ever written. DISCLAIMER: This is fiction, the morals in this story are off by 100s, even if they are funny

Warnings: (soft) Yandere, blood, guns, death, violence, corruption, stalking, unhealthy obsessions, suggestive shit, crime, (I swear it’s lighthearted…) 13K words

Playlist: Lilith - Halsey, Lighthouse - Halsey, Infinity Piano Version - Jaymes Young

Captain Namjoon, Detective Hyung line, Officer Maknae line

From the corner of your eyes you see them in the flanks of your men, you have to stifle a smirk but it finds its escape anyway. Did they really think you couldn’t recognise them? How cute… it was almost endearing, the way Seoul’s police force were obsessed with you. Did they think you didn’t know about their little task force specifically made for you? Did they not think you knew exactly who was on it, you’d seen seven faces following you everywhere, you even spoke to some of them on occasion, did they really think you were this dumb?

You ran an entire empire in this country, by yourself, the kingpin of Seoul, of the whole nation. You don’t know whether to be insulted or not, they must know you’ve caught on to their little game. But that was fine, of course you’d play.

You’re barely listening to your men give you status reports on their areas of your syndicate, eyes staring at the two undercover policemen in your ranks with a grin. What were these two called again? Ah, that was it, Detective Kim Seokjin, and Officer Kim Taehyung.

Well, you wanted my attention boys, you now have it.

You notice them try not to shuffle under your gaze, and you wonder whether they’re sweating under the collars of their shirts. Really, they could’ve done a better job of disguising themselves, one leather jacket over a shirt really wasn’t going to cut it, even if you had no clue who they were.

Their demeanour on the other hand, the way they played it so cool while your eyes never wavered away from them, that was impressive. Really you were surprised they let an officer join the detective in this sting operation, surely he was far too inexperienced to be able to pull this off.

You can see the determination he has written on his face to hold your gaze. You decide he’d be the one you broke first.

—

“Boss, you wanted to see us?” Taehyung says wearily looking at Jin as they enter your chambers. The younger of the two audibly gulps at the sight of you, but not in fear.

“Ah, Jin and V, right?”

You watch his tongue slip out of his mouth for a second when you turn around to greet them. His mask broke the moment he saw you in your nightgown, the way the lace hugged your chest and your waist tight under the silk robe. His eyes were unable to tear away from checking you out. The older of the two at least looked a little more composed, but the top of his ears were becoming redder the more he took in the sight. Both their eyes glaze over as you strut towards them, and you could see the signs of them trying to regain control over themselves. Well, that was flattering.

“Take a seat boys,” you command with an unwavering smile. “I don’t have any alcohol, but I can ask Kai or Suho to bring some for you if you’d like.”

They watch you pour yourself a drink from the crystal decanter, hesitating to sit on the loveseat sofa in your chambers. Your bedroom was the size of an apartment, every item inside worth over thousands, if you even bothered to pay for it.

“We’re okay boss,” Jin replies for the two as you sit across from them in your own seat, a glass coffee table between you. He tries not to let his gaze wander to the way the black material slips up your thigh, staring directly into your own eyes instead. “What did you need?”

“I meet everyone who has to work for me,” you explained after a sip of your beverage. “See if they’re the real deal, make sure they’re competent, I’ve got a business to run boys, think of this as your interview.”

Well this was unexpected for them, you watch as they try to hide the panicked light in their eyes as they turn to each other, but you misread the sign. From where you were sitting you deduced that they were afraid of being caught, but you couldn’t hear their thoughts; they were afraid you were going to send them away, or worse, not like them.

“Where have you worked before?” You ask without hesitation, stare firm and calculating.

“Overseas,” Jin responds immediately. “We’ve worked in China with Jackson’s lot.”

“I know Jackson,” you say with a smile that sours their demeanour. “I’ll verify you both with him, good excuse to catch up over dinner.”

Again there was a misunderstanding behind the meaning on your part, you think you’ve caught them in a lie, and you have, but they didn’t like the way your face lit up at the mention of another man. They didn’t know you and Jackson were close, maybe it was time to get in contact with the overseas forces and put that to an end.

“Okay next question,” you clap your hands together as you speak. “If I asked you both to dispose of a body, what would you do?”

You lean your elbow on the siderest of the couch, resting your face in your hand while you wait expectantly for their answer.

“Cut-”

“Not you,” you interrupt Seokjin, pointing a finger at him before sliding it over to aim at Taehyung. “Him.”

They’re both surprised but not put off, you ponder over their knowing smirks, finding the sight slightly macabre. Maybe it wasn’t the right question to ask, they’re police after all, they would have seen a hundred bodies and a hundred different ways the deed was done and disposed of.

“I-”

“Next question,” you cut them off again to their disbelief. “You’re taking too long to answer.”

“My shipment is off by hundreds, you accepted the paperwork, how do you make up for the missing inventory?”

That one has them thinking, frowns deepening as their fingers fumble together. Got you, the smirk on your face widens as seconds pass but you school it back to stern.

“Maybe you’re both not as experienced as you say,” you dismiss them with a flick of your hand. “In that case I don’t think I’ll be needing either of your services.”

“No boss!”

You jump at the sudden outburst, you almost have to wire your jaw shut with how badly it wants to fall when the younger of the two slides off the seat onto his knees, crawling towards you in desperation.

“We can learn, we can do better,” Taehyung grovels, head bowed as even Jin watches in surprise.

“We only want to please you,” he says before he kisses your feet, smirking at the way you shudder but he quickly repaints his expression before looking up at you with devotion in his eyes. You had to hand it to him, he was a good actor, you felt compelled to believe him. This was probably why he was picked to infiltrate you. “Don’t send us away, we’ll do whatever you want.”

Your nails scrape the fabric of the sofa when he places pecks to the exposed skin from your ankles to your thighs, stopping just above your knee, a pleasant hum in his throat before he decides that was his favourite spot, letting himself kiss that part again and again.

Jin shakes his head but wears a proud smirk on his face that disappears before you can look at him and blow his cover. He had to credit Taehyung, using the situation to his advantage, anything to get you closer, anything to have you within reach.

You finally snap out of it when you relearn how to breathe, hand grasping his hair as you gently pull him away from grovelling on his knees. He tries to rub his cheeks on your skin, a whine released from his lips as he looks up at you like you took away his favourite toy.

“Are you trying to seduce me?“ you ask airily, unwilling to admit he had an effect on you despite the signs you couldn’t hide.

He shakes his head even though it’s a lie, hands squeezing your thighs as they grab them as if to convince you. It takes everything in his willpower not to rub them up and down while you sat like this, let them slip under the fabric of your nightgown, it was so thin, but he wasn’t complaining. The others were going to be so envious.

“Go sit back down on the chair, V,” you order in a neutral tone, eyes narrowing in distrust. The way you say his undercover name makes him panic, why did you say it like that?

Begrudgingly he does as he’s told, eyes on you like a puppy but it only irritates you because you know it’s a farce.

“Let’s end this game here, okay?” You huff out annoyed, partly at yourself for entertaining them at all, mostly because they had somehow crawled under your skin in a very short amount of time and you didn’t like it, not that you were going to admit to anything at all.

“What game?” Jin asks, confused.

“Do you really think I didn’t recognise you both?” Honestly the situation was just so stupid it had you laughing out loud.

Taehyung’s jaw drops in complete stupor, you knew who they were? There was no way you could-

“I mean what was the plan here Detective? Get close to me, get all my secrets, I mean the seduction tactic is a little overplayed isn’t it? Did you really expect me to fall for it?”

They both look a little uncomfortable being called out, and for the third or fourth time that night you misread the signals again. In a nutshell, yes, that was exactly what they wanted, it was the first step in Namjoon’s masterplan to get closer to you without you shooting them.

“If you knew why didn’t you have us killed?” Jin asks, eyes piercing into you as if that would bring him answers.

“Because you’re harmless,” you reply with a tone that was a little mocking. “You and your taskforce, believe me if I thought you were an issue, you’d be long gone.”

Your grin grows for a moment as you let your words sink in, but their reaction has it faltering.

“Harmless?” Jin chuckles, finally breaking into a smile that made you try not to think about how attractive he was, those plump lips framing his teeth, how good they would probably feel on your skin… shit, did someone spike your drink or something? Where were these thoughts spawning from?

“You’ve had plenty of opportunities to take me down,” you respond with a frown, eyes narrowing on the two laughing figures. “But you haven’t, I suspect it's due to a lack of competence.”

You try turning the tables around with that insult, sneer on your lips before you down the drink in your hands. You knew this feeling creeping up from your fingers to your chest, you were losing control of the situation, but you didn’t exactly know how.

“Love,” Taehyung calls for your attention with his own grin, the boyish needy attitude dropped, it wasn’t going to work this time so what was the point. You hate to admit you don't dislike the sound or the name when it came from him. “Did you think for a second that maybe we were the ones that let you get away with everything you’ve been up to?”

They see the shock on your face, finding the sight of you taken back alluring. Oh their little love, you had no idea what they were capable of.

“Why would you do that?” All playfulness was gone from your tone as you demanded an answer, trying not to show that they were starting to intimidate you. You liked knowing things, it made you in control of every situation, it was why you didn’t drink , not a drop, you were always the one in power in the room… this was unknown territory and you didn’t like it.

Taehyung hums as if in thought or agreement, the sound is deep, it reverberates into your soul like a vice or an embrace, you just couldn’t tell which yet.

“Why indeed,” he smirked as he spoke, the pair of them standing to make their leave. That was the end to their operation, and yet they were almost happy it failed, it meant they got to have this conversation with you, no fake identities or personas needed.

“You’re a clever girl, little love,” Jin’s face was nothing but amused. “You’ll figure it out.”

—

“You both are back very early,” Hoseok frowns as the two undercover agents return to the precinct bullpen. “You realise infiltrating a syndicate means you can't come back and visit?”

“She caught us,” Jin laughs as his team's brows furrow in worry.

“She knew who we were,” Taehyung bares his teeth in his boxy grin, looking like a delighted kid who just got given ice cream. “Spotted us straight away.”

Given the situation, he should not be looking so proud… but the five men sitting at their desks relax at his words, their faces turn almost giddy.

“She’s paying attention,” Namjoon smirks, nodding as the information runs through his mind.

“She’s noticed us,” Jimin shyly smiles, blush creeping onto his face at the thought of you seeing him when he had to tail you. You didn’t put a bullet through his head, that must mean something right?

“And she hasn’t killed us…” Yoongi's words mirror Jimin’s thoughts, looking pleasantly surprised. Out of all of them he was the most sceptical of their ideas, surely a big bad lady boss like yourself would catch on to their schemes and end it. “Or the two of you, now why would she do that?”

“So everytime one of us has approached her, she’s known? About the taskforce?” Jungkook says, a little stunned, doe eyes wide and bright like a window to his thoughts. He, Yoongi and Namjoon were the only ones who got to talk to you before the undercover sting. You knew they were police, they hadn’t hidden that, your encounters with them were one of the driving factors of their ‘interest’ in you. Namjoon forbade the others from making contact, planning this operation for a while, now he realises it was done in vain, but he didn’t mind it when it revealed you noticed them. That was the whole point of it anyway, to get closer to you, and you were onto them the whole time, clever girl.

Anytime you were brought in for questioning it was Yoongi that interrogated you, Jungkook sometimes in the room, the others watching behind the mirror, slowly falling for the most dangerous woman in Seoul.

—

“Why haven’t you shot me yet?” He trembles in front of you, hands tied behind his back as you pressed the barrel of the gun into his forehead. The half built warehouse was empty, just as you knew it would be, workers on strike and all. It was the perfect place to play your scene, arches of brick on every side. Never play cat and mouse without an exit strategy in case things go south.

“I’m waiting for some friends,” you tell him casually, rotating your arm, to move the sleeve off your black leather jacket, eyes on the back of your wrist for a moment as the watch ticks by. You set the bait, where were they?

“Please boss let me live,” he whimpers pathetically in front of you. “I have a family.”

“No you don’t Mark, stop lying,” you roll your eyes, this better not be a waste of time.

“Boss I didn’t betray you, I didn’t-”

His words are cut off when you hit his jaw with the metal in your hands, it takes him by surprise. You weren’t normally this aggressive, behind the mask of the kingpin you were human, and he tried to take advantage of that. But you had a job to do, and an empire to keep from falling, you couldn’t let this be swept under the rug.

“You tried to overthrow me Marky,” you sigh, disappointed in your recruit. “You had potential to really make it in my ranks, but trying to put a bag over my head was a really stupid piece of shit thing to do. I can only guess what was to come next.”

You kick him back down as he tries to rise from the ground, the blood already splattering messily on the floor below.

“Y/n!” A voice yells on the other side of the building in warning and shock.

Perfect, grin on your face, you finally pull the trigger.

The crack of the bullet leaving the gun snaps through the air like a slap, the stunned police watch frozen as the body goes limp on the floor. You turn and move like lightning out of the building into the maze of walls outside. They finally feel their limbs find movement as they watch you disappear, chasing after you in haste.

“Jungkook, Jimin, cut her off,” Hoseok yells to his officers as he starts to catch up with you. The two men disappear from his sides, down the tunnels of alleyways and building sites. “Y/n stop!”

You don’t listen, running into one of the alleyways but he’s close behind you.

“Y/n stop or I’ll shoot!” he warns you at the top of his voice. That has you skidding to a halt, to his surprise, he didn’t think that would work, he would never… but then again, you didn’t know that.

You stand in a junction of paths, the one you were currently on, and a side route that led to a busy road. You could lose him there… but that wasn’t your goal.

“Hoseok,” you greet him breathlessly and he tries not to focus on how much he likes his name said that way. “We’ve never had the pleasure of meeting, shame it has to be with you pointing a gun to my head.”

You had the audacity to chuckle.

“Put the gun down Y/n,” he commands, as Jimin runs in behind you, blocking another exit, mirroring Hoseok’s stance.

“You’re not going to shoot me,” you state as a matter of fact. “Neither of you.”

You turn to Jimin, head tilting and brows rising playfully as if he wasn’t pointing a weapon that could end your life towards you. His voice is caught in his throat, you see the gun shaking in his hands, and you knew you were right, he didn’t want to hold it when it was aimed at you.

“Hi Jiminie,” you say with a wave. “Nice to finally meet you, you do a good job with following me baby. Took you a while today though.”

You giggle at the blush that coats his face at your praise despite the way his eyes were trained on you seriously.

“It’s protocol little love,” Hoseok’s voice is firm, calling for your attention, his grip on the gun unrelenting, arms straight as an arrow. “I’m gonna have to if you don’t drop your weapon.”

“We saw you kill him Y/n,” why does Jimin sound disappointed in you, why did it flare a bitter feeling in your chest as if you cared? “You’re gonna have to come with us, please put it down little love.”

There was that term again, you remember when the oldest of their team said it, the way you thought about it all night. It didn’t sound like he was mocking you, you were almost certain he said it with… affection? Whatever his tone was, it kept you tossing and turning all night, unable to get a wink of sleep.

“He tried to kill me first,” you inform them with a pointed look.

They share a glance between them, blood starting to boil at the fact someone had tried to hurt you and they weren’t there to protect you at all. Yoongi was right, this line of work would kill you.

“And like I said,” your features grow stern. “You won’t shoot me.”

You walk away from them both to the third path of the alleyway, unaware of the body that was hiding in the shadows. You only manage three steps before he’s pushing your back against the wall, pressing his weight against you as he painfully grips the wrist of the hand holding the gun. You drop it like a stone, and Hoseok and Jimin run up to you both, the younger of the two kicking it far out of reach.

You don’t know how long the staring match between you and Jungkook lasts, but his eyes pierce you through and through, ironically like the bullet of a gun. You struggle against him a little but he only responds by pushing himself on you harder. You wonder if he can feel your heart racing where your chests are connected, you want to blame his weight for your inability to breathe or the need to breathe deeper. Your eyes never leave his despite his burning gaze, every cell of your skin on fire under it.

His thighs are thick against yours, one leg slotting between them. You try not to think about how you could easily rub yourself against him given the situation, soothe an ache that suddenly presented itself in this unusual situation, but your mind wonders that way, unaware that he was thinking exactly the same. But his thoughts have a more pronounced way of revealing themselves than yours do. He looks unfazed when you feel something hard grow against your hip, your mouth gaping open in shock. You finally look away when he raises his eyebrow, smirk adorned on his face. Shit, why was the youngest of this task force suddenly too sexy for you to handle? He’d always been reserved before, when did this audacious side of him develop?

“You’ve been bad Noona,” he tsks, hand reaching his back pocket for the cuffs.

You’re about to scoff and reclaim control when you feel his lips press against your hair near your temple, rendering you speechless. Why was your heart beating so fast?

“Y/n L/n,” he breathes against your temple, and you swear you feel your heart stop. “You’re under arrest.”

The hold he has on your wrist is used to turn you, only moving away far enough to do so. His hands were rough on your arms, pushing your front to the wall, but the way he makes sure not to hurt you unveils the pretence of his harsh act. Gentle hands slot your wrists into the cuffs, they're loose enough that they’re not uncomfortable.

“Never took you to be this kinky Officer Jeon,” you comment, rolling your eyes. “It’s always the quiet ones.”

You don’t see the shit eating grin on his face at your bratty attitude against authority, tongue passing over his teeth in thought before it’s pressed against his cheek in faux annoyance. The cuffs suddenly tighten, making you hiss as they dig into your skin.

The other two were watching the encounter with amusement, unable to help themselves chuckle at your pout.

“That was mean,” you say with a slight whine in your tone, making them snigger as if they hadn’t just witnessed you murder someone in cold blood.

Jungkook pushes you towards their car as Hoseok opens the back door for you.

“Your carriage awaits,” he grins when you roll your eyes, not missing the amused smile you were trying to stop.

You pretend not to notice the way Jimin holds his hand above your head so you don’t hurt yourself when you duck into the car, what a five star service for a criminal. You’d have to write them a letter of praise.

Jungkook takes the driver seat, the two others sitting on either side of you, you wouldn’t call it cramped in the back, but it was cosy. Both the men next to you stare out of the window, appearing unaffected to the way your thighs were pressed against theirs. Jimin has his elbow against the window, fingers on his lip as he tries to hide his smile that revealed where his imagination was taking him. Hoseok wasn’t doing much better on the other side.

You're glad they’re all occupied, hopefully they wouldn’t notice the way you’re trying to get out of the cuffs, the metal digging into your skin painfully as you try to slide your hands out. If you could get one out, you could easily steal the gun off one of them in case you needed it later.

Unfortunately your efforts were useless, but you refused to give up. Stupid bunny teethed officer, how tight did he put these things on? Your shuffling gathers their attention, two palms press down on your thighs with a squeeze.

“Stop moving,” Hoseok mumbles.

“Wanna let me out then?” You reply, still trying despite how much it was hurting.

Jungkook looks at you through the rear view mirror for a moment before turning back to the road, hands tightening on the steering wheel. He let it sink in then, how much trouble you could be in, how pissed their Captain was going to be when he heard.

—

“How do you always find yourself behind bars, little love?” You hear him before he emerges from the shadows. His hair had grown since you last saw him, it was slicked back, and you had to admit you liked it this way.

“If it isn’t one of my favourite detectives,” you beam at him from the bench you’re sitting on, as if you hadn’t just been caught red handed with the smoking gun. “I think the question you should be asking me is how do I always manage to get out.”

“You must be one lucky criminal,” he laughs to himself, hands in his pockets as he walks closer.

“What is this Detective Min, the preamp before the interrogation? You know anything I say here is off the record right?”

He smirks, chuckling to himself knowingly. The smile fades quickly when he hears you wince, adjusting your arms under his gaze. His face goes blank.

“Well?” You push, crossing your arms expectedly as you await his response. His stare doesn’t leave your limbs.

“Are you hurt?” He asks gruffly, taking you by surprise.

“What the hell does it matter?”

“Are. you. hurt?” He punctuates each word as he repeats himself, hands holding onto the bars as if he could break them to get to you.

“I’m fine,” your crossed arms become tighter as you close in on yourself, starting to feel vulnerable under his questions.

“Liar,” he almost growls back. “Where are you hurt?”

His stare makes you self conscious, unable to meet his eyes as you look off to the corner somewhere to regain composure, heart caught in your throat. You lightly scoff, what did he care?

“I’m not hurt,” you say through gritted teeth, meeting his gaze straight on, matching his anger, wherever the hell it was coming from.

“You either tell me where it hurts,” he starts his threat in a lighter tone, one corner of his mouth rising as he visibly challenges you. “Or I come in there and see for myself.”

You're lost for words, the dare in his eyes goading you into checking if he was true to his words. But a part of you knows he is, and you don’t know whether you want to call his bluff.

“Be careful detective,” you press your lips into a fake smile. “Someone might sue you for harassment.”

He sighs, nodding as if in agreement, but you don’t realise it’s not with you.

“Fine,” he states. “The hard way it is.”

Your jaw drops as he leaves, hoping he wasn’t serious. Why didn’t you just tell him? It’s not like you pushed paper for a living, of course you were going to get hurt from shit.

You continue to gawp when he comes back, keys in his hand and something under his armpit. Sure enough he opens the lock, and if you weren’t so caught in your stupor you might’ve used the opportunity to escape, but a part of you wants to see what he does next. He locks the door behind him, throwing the keys out of reach so he’s as trapped in here as you. He turns with pride in his eyes, did you really think he’d keep the keys in here when you could easily take them off him?

He takes a step towards you and you finally close your jaw.

“So are you going to tell me or am I going to have to find out for myself?” He smirks.

“And how exactly would you do that?” You challenge back.

“Well I’d have to see where you were hurt, little love,” he grins sadistically as he explains. “The clothes might have to come off.”

He stifles back the laugh at your mortified expression.

“Wrists,” you mumble, looking away with a grumpy pout. “And my knee.”

“Was that so hard?” He chuckles, finally revealing the first aid kit he kept under his arm.

You gulp as he kneels in front of you, taking the chance to take him in as he focuses on your knee. You let him roll up your jeans, a disapproving noise in his throat when they don’t come up to where he needs. You stay silent even when he rips the fabric, not willing to admit the show of strength was a little hot, especially when you notice the scissors in the kit he could’ve used. Idiot, didn’t he realise you could use that against him?

“This line of work is dangerous little love,” he sighs, cleaning and disinfecting the graze on your knees, blowing lightly on the skin when he hears you stifle a wince. He found it so endearing the way you tried to hide your pain, but he didn’t want you to, he wouldn’t be able to help if you did. You shuffle uncomfortably at the sting. “You’ll keep getting hurt if you continue.”

That makes you smile, letting out a laugh under your breath.

“How can I get hurt?” you chuckle, grinning down at him. “I’ve got seven of the best this country has to offer looking after me.”

The way your eyebrow rises, as if daring him to argue with you, to prove you wrong, but he doesn’t. To your surprise he nods in agreement, grinning at the compliment you inadvertently gave. The best this country had to offer huh?

“And yet here we are,” he grumbles, placing a plaster onto your cut..

“Here we are,” you giggle at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Show me your wrists,” he instructs you, but he has your smile sobering. You didn’t want to.

“My wrists are fine doctor detective,” you roll your eyes again as you speak, trying to make nothing out of it, but the way you turn your head away ignites his worry.

“I won’t ask again, love,” he warns, and for some reason his tone makes you surrender.

Yoongi watches the tentative way you uncross your arms, unable to meet his gaze as you hold both your wrists in front of him. The sight has his anger boiling.

“Stupid maknae,” he growls under his breath, teeth pressed hard together as his features sour.

You scoff.

“It wasn’t the kid’s fault,” you explain unimpressed, yeah he might’ve put the cuffs on extra tight after your arrest but a part of you didn’t like the idea of him getting into trouble. “It’s mine for trying to get out of the handcuffs.”

There’s a pause as he studies you and the nonchalance of your attitude that you try to keep up.

“Idiot,” is all he says as he takes your hand in his own, trying not to appear affected when you winced more audibly this time. The cuts were deeper than what he expected, how the hell did you think you’d escape? Did Hobi and Jimin not realise during the journey? He shakes his head. You would never learn, and it seemed neither would they.

You can’t help admire the way he looks after your wounds, such a gentle expression on the usual stoic detective. It's almost endearing, and you catch your thoughts before they can fall any further. It’s a game, that was all, and you weren’t going to get caught in their trap.

You tell your heart to shut up when he looks up at you after he’s done, soft smile on his face you’d never ever seen before. He takes both your wrists in his hands, lifting them to his lips and you keep the surprise out of your eyes when he kisses each one.

—

Yoongi had taken you to their interrogation room hours later, seating you on the chair. You expected him to take a seat on the opposite side of the table, but instead he moves to leave the room, catching onto your baffled expression in the mirror. He always interviewed you, this was a change.

As he approaches the door, another figure behind it opens it. The two men nod at each other in greeting before crossing paths, and the detective shuts the door behind him.

There was no question that the man approaching you exuded nothing but power, enough to rival your own, but he was of a much taller physique with muscles that strained against his shirt. Your eyes drift to his toned chest, those poor buttons were holding on for dear life.

“Ooo I get the captain,” you say playfully, shifting the control in the room to your side, head tilting with a smile. “Aren’t I lucky.”

“You killed a person Miss L/n,” He states with no humour in his expression. “And were stupid enough to get caught.”

The growl in his voice, the one that wears disappointment but sounds like disapproval pissed you off. You scoff.

“Did you think for a second,” you repeat the words uttered to you nights ago by one of his officers, “that maybe I wanted to get caught?”

You smirk as he frowns.

“Also aren’t I supposed to be in handcuffs?”

You raised your free hands for him to see, and immediately he noticed the cuts Yoongi told him about moments ago.

Behind the one way mirror, you don’t see the glare five men give the maknae, a sheepish apology fumbling out of his lips at the look. He didn’t want to hurt you, he didn’t mean to, he was just playing.

“I think he’s apologised enough,” Yoongi grunts as he notices the way tears are forming in the youngest’s eyes. “His dick was doing the thinking for him.”

“Kid doesn’t know his own strength,” Hoseok sighed.

“It's not like you and Jimin stopped him,” Taehyung grumbled with a glare.

“I think we’re all forgetting that our little love didn’t help herself in the situation,” Jin chimed in, arms crossed as he watched you and Namjoon. One day he’d be in the interrogation room with you too, the way they all watched whenever Yoongi and Jungkook had a go, it was almost classed as foreplay.

“Why do you need cuffs if this is where you want to be?” Namjoon smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I wanted to see what you would do,” you answer honestly.

The man in front of you groans, face in his hands as his patience runs thin.

“Y/n do you have any idea how hard this one is going to be to cover up?” he asks you exasperated.

You suck in a breath in shock, you knew it, and yet you were still surprised. They had been the ones to clean up after you, you thought it was mere incompetence that had them failing to actually ascertain evidence against you, but they were corrupt. The only question that remained was why.

“Now why would you do that Captain Kim?” your voice is sincere in its question although on edge, you didn’t trust something you didn’t understand.

He has the audacity to laugh under his breath, but you hear it and see it in the way his shoulders move.

“You still haven’t figured it out…”

“Figure what out?” you almost snarl, what the hell couldn’t you see, what the hell was their motive behind trying to toy with you?

“Yoongi, turn the camera back on,” he leans back in his chair and calls out to the mirror.

You stare at it head on, wondering who was behind watching next to the detective. The corner of your lip lifts in a fake smile, hand waving once to greet the onlookers before turning back to the captain.

“Let's start the interrogation, shall we?” Namjoon grins at your grumpy expression. “I trust you won’t say anything incriminating little love, it'll just make my job harder.”

—

No charges. Nothing. You were expecting something, a court case, jail time, heck even community service, but they gave you nothing except a verbal slap on the wrist.

You grabbed your belongings, aware of the six eyes behind you watching your every move.

“Where’s my gun?” you turn to ask them as you put on the leather jacket.

“We’re keeping your toys love,” Jin informs you with a smile. “It'll only get you into trouble.”

You let out a breath of laughter and disbelief.

“You realise I can get my hands on another one as soon as I walk out of here right?”

They can’t help mirror your grin as you shake your head, this was everything they were working towards, your presence, your time.

“Right detectives and officers, I think it's time I said goodbye,” you say without thought, noticing the way their features sour immediately.

“What do you mean goodbye?” Yoongi growls.

“Where are you going?” Jimin asks in panic. “You can’t leave.”

“Namjoon said you can’t leave the city or country, little love,” Hoseok informed you heatedly. “Incase we have any further questions.”

“We finally met, why would you go?” Taehyung grumbles, a strict expression on his face.

Woah… the looks they all had were varying but very intense. You chuckle to yourself but it only makes their glares harden.

“I mean as in goodbye for now, not forever,” you laugh, walking away as their features relax in relief.

“Why didn’t hyung let us keep her here longer?” Jungkook complains with a pout, he hated watching you leave. It filled him with anxiety.

—

They were becoming more… blatant with their tailing, as if they were waiting for you to call them out, approach them and ask them what the hell they were doing… they were, but you didn’t. To their frustration you just smirked and ignored them, waiting for them to make the first move in this game of chess.

You obviously won.

They just had the worst timing, and the most dramatic entrances. You were overseeing a shipment, Suho and Kai with you as you all worked. You knew they were close somewhere, keeping an eye on you silently. The moment they snapped and revealed themselves was when your puppy-like left hand man grasped your shoulder as you both laughed.

“Suho seriously that was such a dumb joke,” you cackled, grinning and unaware of the approaching figures.

“Why are you laughing so hard then boss?” he makes a silly face that you return with your tongue out, Kai still holding on to you as he tried to catch his breath through the laughter.

His hand is ripped away from you, and you all turn to see the culprit.

“Kim Jongin you’re under arrest for aiding and abetting a crime,” Taehyung growls in his deep timbre, surprising you all. “You have the right to remain silent.”

He carries on with his speech, glare piercing through you. You didn’t say a word to them, and here you were laughing with two men, what a way to piss him off.

“Taehyung,” Jin whines behind the younger officer. “Do you know how much paperwork this is going to cause?”

Suho is quick to aim his gun to their heads, but they don’t look scared at all. You shock him when you push his aim to the ground with your palm, a mild annoyed expression on your face as you roll your eyes for the umptenth time in their presence.

“Boss?” he says.

“They’re cops Suho let's not be rash,” your tone is light which makes him frown more, sure you feared nothing, kept your cool until someone pressed ignite and you blew up more deadly than a volcano, but surely you’d be fighting this.

“Boss…?” he repeats himself in a higher, more worried pitch. Had someone hit you in the head or something?

“You know what the penalty is for killing an officer,” you sigh. “I don’t want to pay it, do you?”

He’s flabbergasted… there’s three of you and two of them, he knew you could take them, so why were you…

“Detective,” you greet Jin with a smile as if he were an old friend before turning to Taehyung. “Officer, what a pleasant surprise. How about we go and discuss this situation like gentlemen? There's a little cafe on the bank over there.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” Jin grins, those plump lips calling for your attention. “Lead the way.”

“Of course,” you playfully play your part. “But if we could clear up this misunderstanding and let Kai go, I would be more than grateful.”

Taehyung hasn’t broken his stare on your face, jaw clenched. No, he didn’t want to let the asshole go, he touched you, didn’t you get that? Maybe he was overreacting, the distance you were keeping stirred such a bitter jealousy in his gut he couldn’t stop it from imploding when the scum he was arresting crossed the line.

“Taehyung…” Jin tries to reach the younger officer with his tone, keeping it light, much to the confusion of Suho. “Not today.”

Behind his words is a promise, Taehyung can hear it, a wordless vow that they would make this idiot suffer another day. He pushes Jongin away roughly, taking your wrist in his hands as he walks you both in the direction of the cafe. Jin bids farewell to the two of your men, following behind you both quickly until he walks on your otherside.

Suho and Kai only watch with their jaws wide open. What the hell was that?

—-

Kim Taehyung still hasn't let go of you even as you both sat next to each other in the booth, Jin sitting across from you, but instead of your wrist he’s now holding your hand, like you were a couple. He also hasn’t said a word to you, flickering through the menu with a blank expression.

“Have you guys run out of cuffs or something?” you ask, raising the hand joined to the officer. “I’m not going to run away, you know, you can let go.”

The glare he shoots your way immediately has you shutting the suggestion down.

“Okay,” you gulp. “Maybe not.”

Jin chuckles at the look you send him when Taehyung turns back to the menu.

“So what were you guys doing in the area?” you ask as if you had no clue.

“Just passing through,” Jin replies with a shrug.

“Right, what a coincidence that you seem to be doing that wherever I am.”

“We must frequent the same places, little love,” he smiles widely, enjoying being able to talk to you freely.

“Okay I have to ask, what is it with the whole ‘little love’ thing?” you couldn’t help asking the question, it had been bugging you since you first heard it.

“It's a term of endearment,” Jin informs you as if the answer was obvious, that part was, but that’s not what you meant.

“I know that,” was it bad that he loved it when you rolled your eyes at them with that amused smirk on your face? “Why are you using it with me? I didn’t think we were that close.”

“Ouch,” he gasps, suddenly grasping his chest as Taehyung beside you almost growls in disapproval of your words. What a way to hurt them, how cruel of you. “That was harsh love.”

His reply still doesn’t answer your question, they had a funny way of talking to you but telling you nothing every time.

“I want ice cream,” Taehyung finally says, segueing the conversation to food. “Share it with me.”

For a second you think he’s talking to Jin, but when you look at him he's staring at you expectedly, squeezing your hand gently as you recover from surprise.

“Oh,” you don’t know what to say as your cheeks start burning, maybe ice cream was a good idea… “Yeah sure, what flavour?”

Jin watches the moment fondly, unable to dim his bright grin even if he wanted to. You make it burst wider when you turn back to him, “Jin you sharing with us too?”

—

“Are you an idiot?” you hiss and the officer only looks up at you like you were the only light left in this world.

“Seriously, are you a rookie?” You ask annoyed as you pull him out of the business deal he just tried to infiltrate alone. “Where the fuck is your backup?”

He can’t contain the joy in his chest as he watches you fuss over him angrily, it meant you cared. The way you were scolding him as you looked up and down his form, he can’t help but smile.

“It isn’t funny, idiot,” you bite, you really had to cool Jinyoung down. The man was aged and old fashioned, he didn’t hesitate to throw the officer around. “Why did you come here?”

He doesn’t tell you it was because he missed you, you weren’t ready to hear that yet. He didn’t even tell you he didn’t fight back because you were doing that so cutely for him, he just wanted to see what you would do. Your reaction when the old man pulled the gun on him had him lovestruck.

“Jimin!” You both hear Jungkook’s voice as he runs towards you, as soon as he spots you his concern for his friend takes a backseat.

“Are you okay?” He quickly asks you, a soothing hand on your arm that rubs up and down as he checks you for signs of harm.

You scoff.

“Your idiot partner was seconds away from having his head blown off,” you feel a flare of anger again, eyes narrowing on the officer. “Keep a close eye on him, or better yet if you haven’t trained the puppy keep him on a leash.”

You’re about to walk away but when you let go of his wrist he whines in protest, grabbing you hand and pulling you closer with that unnerving yet innocent smile he had, one that just didn’t feel appropriate from your point of view. The idiot almost died. Why was he smiling like he just heard the best news of his life? Masochist…

“I think he really hurt me,” he whimpers pathetically for your attention.

“He hurt you?” There’s smoke coming out of your nose and ears, they swear it. That fierce mafia expression etched across your face that translated to ‘someone’s going to die today’. You looked like a bull about to charge, and Jimin was the reason. You were protective over him, the officer on the task force sent to take you down, he could feel his motors turning at the thought, stifling a moan.

Even Jungkook looked a little turned on, biting his lip when you pulled Jimin’s tucked in shirt from his trousers pulling the material up to see his bare chest. You push any admiration for it to the back, shoving the feeling down as you look for a sign he was injured.

“Where?” You poke his abs but they looked fine to you.

“Aargh it hurts!” He pretends to writhe a little, closing his eyes. The youngest thought it was an awful acting session but he knew the officer better than you did.

“Should we take him to a hospital?” Jungkook asks, laying the concern on thick. “What if it’s internal bleeding?”

To their surprise you crouch down until you’re eye level with his waist and the sight has them both feeling blood rush out of their brains down to their dicks. You press on the skin with your finger tips, looking for any signs of discomfort when you look up, but gone is the whimpering mess and in his place stands a man. You gulp when you meet his hooded eyes, quickly focusing on his bare torso again.

“I don’t see any damage, you’ll be fine,” you stand quickly, turning to the maknae who’s expression was not that different to Jimin’s but he had a dangerous subtle smile. “Keep an eye on him, I’m too busy to babysit a bunch of cops.”

—

“What do you think she wants?” Taehyung almost bounces in the passenger seat of the unmarked car as Yoongi drove. They were meeting the others at the location of one of your many offices, though to the public that information was unknown. Even their higher ups had little clue how big your syndicate really was.

In three separate cars they made the journey at your request. A little invitation left on their desks overnight, for them to find in the morning. No name, just an address and time, but they knew it was you.

The officers are quick to run out of the car towards the building, the detectives just as eager but playing it cool.

“Captain Kim?” a burly man in leather asks them as they approach the main elevators. They all nod in reply as he lets them through, pressing the highest digit on the pad and stepping away to let the doors close.

The journey was dragging, Jimin fidgeted as he watched the numbers rise closer to the floor you would greet them on.

“Why is it so slow?” Taehyung huffs, tapping his foot as he eyed the numbers with impatience.

Finally they hear the ding they were waiting for, the doors not opening quick enough as they walk though. It seemed the whole floor was your office, every inch of wall surrounding them was bullet proof glass that looked out into a panoramic view of Seoul. You had eyes on the city of Gangnam, but the only view they appreciated was you, dressed in a black slit dress, standing in front of the glass desk.

“I have a proposition for you all,” you inform them, cutting to the chase, hiding your nerves under seven questioning stares.

“Trying to bribe the police?” Yoongi smirks, almost proudly. “What makes you think we’ll accept anything you offer?”

You fight your own smirk as you look down, you had a feeling he would accept anything you wanted despite his words, hell, he knew it too.

“I’ve heard the state doesn't pay our protectors very well for all your hard work,” you continue. “So what if I offered you all a position with me instead?”

They mask their shock, although on the youngest trio it shows for a moment before they school their features.

“That would be very tempting,” Namjoon admits, sauntering closer to you, admiring the way you leaned back on your desk. So very tempting…

You tilt your head back to keep his gaze as he stands in front of you, finger tracing the corner of your jaw to your chin before he leans down lips almost touching yours.

“But why would we want to accept that?” he asks softly.

You felt his breath on your lips like the ghost of a kiss, teasing as he grins. You try to seem unaffected, but he doesn’t miss the way you swallow, the way your eyes dilate as you take him in, or the grasp you have on the edge of the desk.

“Take it or leave it,” you answer once you’ve composed yourself, you’d be disappointed if they decided on the latter but you’d never let it show. “I won’t ask again.”

You pushed his finger away from your chin but he grabbed your hand as you did, fingers sliding down to your wrist, gripping hard. His eyes penetrate yours, almost scolding you for your action.

“Let’s drop the act for a second,” you huff in annoyance, eyes narrowing against him. “You guys want something from me, it’s the only explanation I can think of for all of this, so if it isn’t a seat in my syndicate, then what?”

Namjoon chuckles at your words, dimple cratering his golden cheeks. Damn, there was your heart going again, you thought it was currently occupying your throat but no it was pounding against your rib cage, announcing its location.

“There’s no act, little love,” he reassures you. “But you’re right, let's be very clear so there are no misunderstandings down the road.”

He moves the wrist in his hold behind your back, pushing you closer to him as you come away from the desk, but he backs you against it again with his hips.

“We’re not interested in your business, just you,” he reveals, grinning at the way your breath catches in your throat as your hard stare melts. “So why would we accept your little offer when we could just take you back to the precinct and lock you away with us for good?”

Your cheeks burn as he tilts his head at the question, waiting for your answer but you push feebly against him with your free hand on his chest instead. This was too intense, you weren’t used to attention like this. You twist your other hand in hopes of releasing it from his grip but he doesn’t let go.

“Think about it, you’d look good chained up,” he whispers suggestively making your jaw drop.

“I'm in favour of that,” Yoongi’s voice is heard from behind Namjoon as he stands with his arms crossed, seriously considering the option. “It keeps her out of harm and out of trouble.”

“But Noona worked so hard to build her empire,” Jungkook hums in thought. “Shouldn’t we let her keep it?”

“We could protect her,” Jimin chimes in his piece that resolves Yoongi’s issues.

“We’ve given her the option, why don’t we ask her what she wants?” Taehyung suggests.

“I want you to let me go,” you complain sternly to the man in front of you, still trying to release yourself to Namjoon’s amusement.

“Not happening, love,” Namjoon says, meaning something deeper than the surface of his words. “But maybe we should keep playing this ‘game’ until you realise we mean what we say.”

—

“I’m ignoring you,” you don’t even glance his way when he stands next to you, hands in his pocket. You had planned for a day of unwinding at the park before hitting the shops for some retail therapy, but it looked like they planned to interrupt it.

“That’s mean, little love,” Hoseok chuckles, his hair blowing in the wind.

“It’s actually my day off,” you sigh, turning away from him but of course he follows. “So you don’t have to worry about any crime today, Detective.”

“Is that how we tell?” he chuckles admiring your attire for the day. “Leather jacket for kingpin mode, denim for Y/n?”

“I don’t want to talk to you,” you pout, still a little upset that your pride took a hit the day they visited your office. Their stupid smirks embedded in your memory when they left. Anyone else that disrespected you like that would end up being found dead by the Han River, which begged the question; why had you let them live?

“You just did,” he quips childishly, grinning like a madman, almost skipping as he kept up with your pace.

There was his favourite eye roll.

“I might not know what game you and your friends are playing Detective Jung,” you reprimand him without breaking stride. “But I am taking myself out of it, I am not a chess piece.”

You’re pulled back by a hand to your arm, turning you to face him as you both stopped. It was a quiet day in the park, that's the reason you can hear your heart pounding in your ears, you tell yourself. It absolutely wasn’t because of the darker expression that overtook his bright sunny disposition. He inches closer to you, and you don’t back away, you were no coward, did this cop seriously think he could intimidate you?

“Dove if you were a piece you’d be the queen,” his voice is low, sultry, you hadn’t heard it like this before, you didn’t think it was possible for him to sound so seductive. “You control the board darling, we’re merely the pieces you control.”

His hooded eyes glance at your parted lips, watching the way you gulped, before schooling your features.

“Too bad you refused,” you push him back, finding the strength to breathe at a distance. “I don’t offer anything twice.”

“We didn’t actually reject it, my love,” he states. “We’re just thinking about it.”

“Well I withdraw the deal,” you respond pettyly. “So don’t stress your pretty head about it.”

The smirk he gives you as you walk away doesn’t scare you, but you imagine it would to anyone else. He makes no move to follow you this time, both his hands put in his pockets as he watches you leave. You glance back at him once, his expression didn’t change.

It was the devotion in his eyes that put you on edge, because you just couldn’t figure out why it was there, or what it was there for.

—

You fucked up, and you knew it. You were reckless sometimes, your pride couldn’t help it, you were strong and independent, and you wanted the world to know it. You didn’t think twice to go meet the ruthless leader of China’s second biggest triad alone. Heck, you even greeted Jackson as an old friend, with open arms, the pair of you were almost close, as close as you could be as two untrustworthy criminals. You, at least, had some honour. But maybe you lost a brain cell with your judgement here.

You can’t stifle the groan of pain that leaves you as he shoves you against the wall, teeth clenching, eyes closing at the sensation. Fucking piece of shit.

“You killed my friend Y/n,” he sighs, hands fisting in the neckline of your dress as he pushes you against the bricks the more you struggle.

“What! I didn-”

“Mark was as close to me as a brother.”

“You sent him?” You can't keep the high pitched shock from your voice. “He was such a waste of space, I thought he was acting alone.”

The side of his lip lifts in a humourless way, a way that said you were gonna regret your words.

“He was supposed to bring me your empire,” he reveals, bringing his face menacingly closer to yours as he snarls. “I didn’t want to have to come and take it myself.”

“Wow Jackson,” you scoff, keeping the atmosphere as light as you could from your end until you figured out how to get out of this alive. “I thought we were friends.”

He sincerely smiles at that, almost laughs even.

“Hell I was really fond of you,” you sigh in disappointment before you act.

With all the strength you had, you smash your forehead against his nose. The headbutt takes him by surprise, stumbling back as his grip loosened enough that you could release yourself, kicking him before he had a chance to retaliate. His men were downstairs; when your title was put to question you ended the life of those who uttered it, but your survival instincts reminded you, any second he could call his men that surrounded the building, you needed to get out.

You run, like your life depended on it but your footing was off from how you landed. You barely make it a distance before his body tackled yours, the pair of you falling to the ground from the collison. You're already fighting back, trying to get his body off of you but he has the upper hand, punches raining down on your form. You try to hit him back but he only twists your arm painfully, shoving your face into the concrete. Somehow you push all your force to knock him over, straddling the bastard quickly as you return his hits with all your strength.

He’s not kept down for long, you both roll on the ground locked together in the brawl, before his hands fist around your throat. You kick back, clawing his hands and his face but his grip is relentless.

He yells for his men but you can feel your heart beating in your brain, that wasn’t right was it?

Jackson glances around the warehouse, waiting for his men to rush in.

“Where the fuck are the-”

He’s about to yell at them as the door opens, but it isn’t them.

Kim Namjoon walks in with Hoseok, Jungkook and Jimin. Their stone stoic faces doing nothing to hide the fire of rage glistening in their eyes. Fire, Jackson swears, he can see blaze harsher as they take in the sight.

Jimin’s steps were the quickest as he grabs the triad’s leader and throws him off you, surprising you with the ferocity of his attacks. You barely manage to take a breath in, coughing as air feels harsh inside your windpipe.

The remainder of Jackson’s men finally enter the room, most of them dead around the building from the police strike, but Jungkook intercepts them before they can reach you. Your vision is blurred but you worry for the youngest as he takes three on at a time, protecting you and Jimin from their attacks. He’s so swift most of their hits barely graze him, you wince when you see a pipe colliding with his arm but he barely flinches.

You’re so entranced by the officers you miss the detectives by your side. You don’t take your eyes off Jimin’s ruthless punches to the lifeless body on the floor that was once Jackson Wang. You try to stand, to help but you stumble. Hoseok catches you as you fall. You hear the sound of bullets, the fear that they were hurt trying to force adrenaline into your veins but it only makes your head spin.

Hoseok soothes the mess of your hair out of your face, cradling you in his arms. You try to speak but he hushes you, you can’t hear his words as he whispers comfort, his lips pressed against your temple. He holds you like you were the air he so desperately tried to breathe into his lungs, as if he were the one struggling to breathe and not the love of his life losing consciousness in his arms. Your bones are begging for rest, and despite the onslaught of bullets firing around you, you feel a weird sense of safety.

For once, you give in, head resting against the juncture of his neck as you fall asleep.

—

There’s an incessant beeping light when you try to wake up, eyes squinting at the round bright beam above you. Wait, light can’t beep, something around you was emitting the annoying sound. The sound was your heart beat on the monitor but you had no way of knowing that yet.

Disorientated, you try to get your bearings back, body already trying to panic about the unknown location you were in. But your brain couldn’t handle all the signals of danger, the onslaught of senses on overdrive causing your head to hurt. You wince, face scrunched before you feel a thumb over the bridge of your brows, rubbing gently as if to iron the creases out. The pain in your limbs was dulled, you could tell, which meant someone had hooked you up to some drugs, and while you hated it was without your consent and out of your control, you’re grateful. Your lips are dry, out of habit you lick them, tasting a hint of iron in the corner.

When you finally come to, the thumb has moved to your forehead, still stroking softly as if it would take the ache away. The last person you expected to see next to your hospital bed was Kim Seokjin.

You see a figure at the end of your bed, turning your head slowly to find Yoongi standing against the wall with his arms crossed. Why did they both look so angry?

You try to speak but end up wincing again in pain from your bruised throat, the pair of them tsking, rage coming off of them in waves.

“If you say a word I will get the nurse back in here to put you back to sleep,” Yoongi threatens, voice lower than you had ever heard it.

“How does the leader of the biggest crime syndicate go to a deal alone?” Jin scolds you, the anger in his system sending him into a rant. “Do you think you’re invincible? Where were your men? What was going through your head? I really thought you were a clever girl, but you can’t even see what's in front of you, what hope do you have?”

They ignore the pout you send their way, regardless of how cute they found it, you were in so much trouble, did you have any idea? Jin isn’t completely unaffected, taking your hand in his that he squeezes during his spiel. They were worried sick, none of Jackson’s men were left alive when met with their rampage, Namjoon was having to deal with an inquiry with the higher ups while they tried to cover any evidence tying to you or them up to the crime scene.

“Don’t pout at me little love,” his voice gets louder and you find yourself wondering how someone can speak so fast and so much without taking a breath. “What would we have done if you died? Did you even think for a second? Going into dangerous situations alone, if we even showed up a minute later, what then? There’s only so much we can keep an eye on, help us help you!”

“W-water…” you break his rant with a hoarse whisper, and it clutches his heart. He continues albeit at a reduced volume, putting the paper straw in your glass before bringing it to your lips.

“Little sips, little love,” Yoongi comes away from the wall in concern, standing on the end of the bed holding onto the frame as he watches you for any signs of more discomfort.

“What is the point in having all these men at your service if you leave them behind,” Jin continues as he puts the cup down after you’re done. “Useless bastards, can’t even keep an eye on their boss, if we don’t have them all arrested-”

“Hyung!” A new voice joins the room, yelling at the oldest detective. Jimin looks annoyed as he and Jungkook come in with an overnight bag. It was their shift to watch over you. “How can you shout at little love after everything she’s been through!”

“Who’s shouting?” Jin yells back, ears turning red.

Jungkook is quick to come by your side as Jimin and Jin have it out verbally, checking over you once. His soft face of concern hardens with every visible cut and bruise he inspects.

“One of her men is currently trying to get her discharged,” Jungkook says to them while staring at you cooly. “Go deal with them on your way out.”

He notices the alarm in your eyes, assuming it was for the safety of Suho who was currently arguing with your doctors. In reality it was because you did not want to be in hospital. You try to get up and out of the bed but an arm across your chest stops you, the gaze on the youngest’s face piercing with warning. You huff but concede, hoping they wouldn’t actually hurt your men, it was hard to find valuable loyal ones.

Jin marches over back to your form, taking your hand again before he pecks it quickly, walking away in a storm, still muttering away about the situation.

“If anything happens to her on your watch…” the thinly veiled threat aimed at Jimin as he walked out.

Jungkook moves aside to let Yoongi closer to you, the stone-faced detective brushing your hair back gently before pressing his lips to your forehead, you can hear the beeping from the monitor get faster. You can feel a subtle smirk against your skin as he lingers there, stealing your breath again. He moves away slowly, eyes boring into yours, much softer than what it was now that he had to say goodbye for a little while. He follows Jin out of the ward. You blink a couple of times as you come out of the shock, what the hell was that?

You look over at the officers with a questioning gaze but you’re met with silence. The blank expressions on their faces were making you want to hide. Why was this so much worse than Jin’s ranting? His scolding was loud and energetic, that was how he got his frustrations out. Jimin and Jungkook however were staring a hole into your body with their arms crossed in an eerily calm manner. Their gaze is so intense you have to look away before you squirm under it.

You clear your throat, the atmosphere becoming uncomfortable but their hard stares were still felt crawling on your skin. You want to say something to break the tension but you were drawing blanks.

“D-did you get hurt?” you sound so small, throat burning as you speak but you couldn’t handle the silence anymore.

“Do we look hurt?” Jungkook scoffs, looking away with a roll of his eyes in annoyance. He might’ve had a few bruises here and there but nothing you should be concerned about, nothing that should take away attention for your crimes of meeting the triad leader alone.

Jimin takes Jin’s previous seat beside you. He shows you the back of his hands proudly and the state of them makes you gasp. His knuckles were black and blue, cuts extending to his fingers, you gulp at the look in his eyes, the message finally coming through; it was for you. He notices the sparks of realisation in your eyes, you were finally understanding their so called motives. You don’t flinch when his hand caresses your face, his thumb stroking your cheek, a loving smile on his face.

—

It had been a month, they had kept you in the hospital for a month! You were perfectly fine to go home after the first week, but every time you tried to leave, one of them would carry you right back to the empty ward you were occupying. They rotated shifts every 12 hours, always coming in pairs so if one of them slept the other would keep an eye open on you. The only person who hadn’t yet come to see you was the Captain, and hell were you going to admit that the fact might’ve disappointed you a little.

Taehyung gave you hell when he first saw you, he kept silent for most of his ‘shift’ until you accidentally opened a stitch or two, and then his pent up fury came raining down until he cried. That was an experience… you try not to think about how you let him crawl into your hospital bed as he sobbed, immediately holding you while he complained.

It was his shift today, but he came alone which confused you. Had you lulled them into a false sense of security because you’re sure you could overpower the officer if you wanted to, you might use a couple of dirty tricks but you’re sure he wouldn’t mind. Taehyung notices your glance at the door, chuckling to himself. You had tried many times to escape before, even though they were only keeping you here for your recovery. If you tried to fight them they would cuff you to the bed, they couldn’t take the chance of you hurting yourself any further. You thought you got close once when Jungkook and Yoongi were watching you, the seduction tactic transparent to the pair but they indulged a little if it meant they got a taste of you acting that way.

“Hyung is sorting out your paperwork, little love,” Taehyung’s deep voice rumbles, “You’re being discharged today.”

“Finally,” you exhale dramatically, making the smile on his face more pronounced. “I haven’t appreciated the kidnapping.”

“I wouldn’t call it kidnapping when you were given access to your phone so you could run your empire,” Namjoon makes an appearance through the sliding doors, discharge papers in his hand which he folds and places into the pocket of his trench coat. “We didn’t even take it off you when you organised a getaway with your men.”

“I was still kept here against my will,” you deadpan, ignoring the fluttering in your chest at the sight of a man you hadn’t realised you missed until you saw him.

“If we let you out, little love, you would just make all your injuries worse,” he rebukes you.

“You know what, what's done is done,” your lips stretch unnaturally in a fake smile. “I’m in a forgiving nature today, my prison sentence is over, I am a free woman.”

You jump out of the bed, not bothering to pack or change as you walk over to the door but you barely make it five steps before you're picked off the ground with an arm around your waist. Again? Seriously?

“We’re taking you home,” the captain explains when you turn to look at Taehyung whose chest your back was pressed up against.

“I can get myself home thank you,” you state as you push the arm away from you. “I’m perfectly fine and healed.”

The officer's hands on your arms stop you from taking another step as you both face Namjoon. You don’t know how you could tell, but you were playing with his patience.

“Little love, let's make this clear,” there was no concealing the threat in his voice as he steps towards you, a finger under your chin as he tilts your head back so you don’t look away from him. “I can carry you to the car like the queen you are, or I’ll throw you over my shoulder, either way, you’re coming with us.”

“Hyung will spank you if you choose the second option,” a mischievous warning whispered in your ear from behind you. The dimpled smirk in front of you suggested the threat was not entirely empty.

“Compromise,” you clear your throat, crossing your arms. If your men saw you now, you think they’d never believe your brutal nature again. “I walk to the car, and you take me home.”

Taehyung whines at that, as if your proposition was no fun.

“What’s wrong with us carrying you?” Namjoon grins knowingly.

“My dignity.”

At least that makes him chuckle. He offers his hand out to you expectantly, is he for real? You ignore the burning in your cheeks when you take it without looking at him directly, he intertwines your fingers together as he starts leading you out. Taehyung races for your other hand, swinging it back and forth and effectively stopping you from face palming. You make it out of the hospital while staring intently at the floor to avoid anyone’s gazes, your whole body on fire from the embarrassment. It’s when you get to the car park that you start to struggle, your ankle hadn’t completely healed but you were in no way going to mention that unless you wanted to stay in that stupid ward for another month.

Namjoon however, doesn’t miss the way you wince, stopping in his tracks as he sighs. The hands holding yours are gone, and in a second before you can question it you're lifted to the air with an arm under your knees and one supporting your back. Your hands clutch onto his shirt in surprise, as if he would drop you, but one look at his face said not to even dare think he would.

There were people around for pity's sake, you hid your face in the crook of his neck, your hands on holding on to it for support, closing your eyes and hoping no one would notice you. To say he was delighted with the reaction would be an understatement.

He doesn’t even put you down when you’re in front of the Mercedes, Taehyung climbing into the driver's seat with a smirk as Namjoon places you in the backseat. You try to focus on anything other than how close his dimpled cheek is when he straps you in, appearing as unaffected as possible. Dammit you were in deep, as much as you tried to deny it, you were a little more than attracted to these corrupt cops, even if they held an unhealthy obsession with you.

You don’t even try to escape when he closes the door, running to the otherside so he can take his seat. It isn’t long before you’re out on the road, a comfortable silence between you all.

“We thought about your proposal little love,” Namjoon breaks the quiet moment, looking out the window while Taehyung glanced in the rear view mirror waiting for you to react. “And we accept.”

“Why?” you frown, you thought the deal was long forgotten.

“Someone needs to keep an eye on you,” he chuckles.

You narrow your eyes in distaste, you did not need looking after.

“That’s not your concern,” you reply. “And the offer is no longer on the table.”

“Love, I think we’ve made it more than obvious now,” Namjoon says fondly, your stubborn nature was something he admired. “And you can stop pretending too, you’re attracted to us, and we’re attracted to you.”

You finally look at him to see his eyes trained on you, the way he said it, like there was something more embedded in that word. Taehyung tries not to smirk or laugh, that was a definite understatement, but you weren’t ready to hear what they really felt for you just yet.

Even this confession left you winded, not used to the intensity of their attention, not in the romantic sense at least.

“I’ll umm-” you clear your throat again, trying to remain composed under his stare. “I’ll think about it.”

They’re both content with your response for now, grinning as the journey was coming to an end. It didn’t really matter how much you denied it or refused to see the truth, they were besotted with you, and regardless of what came in the way, you were theirs.

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sparklingchim · 2 years

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maybe a lwh drabble of jk taking care of and pampering oc ? like her saying she wants to relax and he’s right at her door with things to have a little spa date with her

In all honesty, when you texted Jungkook complaining about that were extremely exhausted from work today, you had not expected him to show up at your door with a little bag and the sweetest smile on his lips, telling you that he wanted to help you relax.

But here you are, standing in your bathroom because Jungkook has bought your favourite peel off face mask and ordered you to sit on the edge of the bathtub to put it on your face.

"Where's the pink thing that keeps your hair from your face?" Jungkook asks, examining the inside of the first drawer he opened.

"Second drawer."

After fishing the pink headband with a bowknot from the drawer he carefully puts it on your head.

You hand him your face mask brush and Jungkook dips it into the soft mass to apply it to your skin.

"Be careful of my eyebrows," you tell him, watching his concentrated face that is just mere inches away from yours.

"Mhm," he hums, softly tilting your face with his index finger under your chin.

When Jungkook's tongue peeks out, touching his lips piercing because he is so caught up in covering your skin with the paste, you start to giggle.

"What?" he asks, a weak frown on his face.

"I just think you're putting too much effort in this."

"Be grateful. This is JK's spa salon's special treatment. The salon is not often open. Many wish to get an appointment like this."

You giggle. "Then, am I going to get treated like a princess today?"

"That's the whole point," Jungkook rolls his eyes. "Done," he says, after brushing over your cheek for a last time. "Now let's go to the living room for a massage."

Just hearing the word massage is almost making you moan out loud.

"But wait." You stand up, grabbing his wrist. "Lemme put some on you too."

"Fine," he answers.

You open the second drawer again, pulling out the same headband you're wearing, only it's a soft blue one.

"Oh, I don't need one." Jungkook pushes away your hand.

"Your hair's in the way tho."

"I can just use my hand."

You ignore him and drape the headband over his head.

He heaves a long sigh but nevertheless, he lets you do whatever you want.

Grabbing the brush from his hand you place your hand on his shoulder, standing on your tip toes to reach his face. Jungkook leans down to make it easier for you.

"I hate you for having clear skin without even taking care of it."

"I do put on some sheets masks, tho."

"That's like the bare minimum," you huff. "I have a whole five step skincare routine and still don't have as clear skin as you have."

Jungkook has to bite back a smile.

And for the next few minutes you just enjoy applying the peel off mask on his handsome face.

"Gimme your hair tie."

You pull it off your wrist, handing it back to Jungkook.

You're sitting on the carpet, between Jungkook's legs who sits on the couch behind you.

Jungkook gathers your hair. You don't know why and how, but the feeling of his fingers in your hair relaxes you more than anything else.

You feel him pull and twist your hair before he ties a weirdly shaped bun on top of your head. You don't want to know how ridiculous his messy bun looks on you right now. At least he tried.

"Could've just asked me," you tell him.

"Shhh," he says. "Now it's time for you to relax."

"Can you play with my hair after this, though? I like when you do that."

"Of course, baby."

As soon as you feel his big hands on your shoulders, your eyes close and a relieved sigh escapes your lips. This is all you needed.

"Feels good," you mumble, head hanging low. He hums softly behind you as if he already knows.

"Had a lot going on today?" he asks.

"I don't think I've ever seen so many people at the coffee shop."

"Poor baby," he coos, kneading your tense flesh between his hands. "I don't know what they're called but I bought some fancy looking face rollers at the store."

You gasp. "You mean jade rollers?"

"I guess. Thought we could use it after the masks."

"I'd love to."

"And I also bought cookies at the store."

"Oh my God," you whisper, partly because you're obsessed with the cookies from the store and partly because Jungkook just found a sore place on your back. "I love you."

You wait a few second, but Jungkook doesn't say anything.

"Hey." You turn to him. "You're supposed to say it back." You try to scowl, despite the dry mask on your face.

Jungkook smiles, leaning down to peck your temple. "I love you."

Satisfied, you turn around again.

#not me putting on a face mask after writing this 🥸#darly asks #anon #fic: long way home #long way home drabble #jeon jungkook #jungkook fic

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books-and-catears · 3 years

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Hi! I hope you’re in good health! I could seriously go on and on about how much I love your writing! Any genre, you rock it! I re-read your posts whenever I’m free, but I was reading ‘if I had to choose someone to kill me…’, and I was wondering would you ever write a version for the previously undateables (minus the angels maybe)? It’s okay if you weren’t planning on it!

Awww thank you so much for your kindness! And sure let's have some newly Dateables angst instead!!

Intro for the headcanon

"It has been a little fantasy of mine..." You start, "To die in the arms I love the most. So know that by giving me this choice, you have given me a chance to die happy. And with that...I choose.."

TW: Violence, Abuse, Mentions of Death

Brothers: Part 1

Brothers: Part 2

"Diavolo."

Diavolo was already shaking his head and watching in horror as you imagined him to be the initiator of this whole ordeal. Is this really how he made you feel? All this time, you were his favourite - yet somehow you insisted you're a nuisance?

But then just one for one forgetful second, Diavolo forgot all about what's happening around him. Just for one blissful moment, he felt happiness at hearing his name on your tongue. He was your favourite too?!

He reached for your form, with intent embrace you. That's when the wall brought him back to reality.

Now that happiness was replaced by sheer panic, as he saw the dream version of himself smirk and approach you.

"Well, it's only fair, I suppose. I'm the one who brought you here, and I'll be the one to remove you. Thank you for the opportunity, MC." He held out his hands.

"Why thank you, your highness." You smiled and placed your small hands in his. "I've always wondered what it's like to be held by a Prince."

Oh MC why did never you tell me... I wanted to hold you so much...

"Well now you'll know how it feels to die in the arms of one too." He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you. To anyone passing by, it would look like a lover's embrace. But it wasn't. It was a killing grip of a snake.

"You know funnily enough, I often thought how your arms would be the safest place in the world. You were so big and warm- ugh-" You managed a last chuckle before those big arms tightened around you, you felt the restrains getting to your air flow slowly.

You will be safe. I swear with all my power I will keep you safe, MC. Please come out of there.

The real Diavolo kept landing his fists hard on the invisible wall. He just wanted to pull you out of there.

"My arms provide safety to the ones worthy of it. What made you think you are? You've driven everyone out of their minds with your meddling!" Diavolo said with a stern face. If it wasn't already painful watching the cheerful demon turn into this - then his grip was compensating just fine.

"I only...wanted.. to ...to help. I'm sorry...but thank you...thank you for...choosing me...I was glad...glad to...meet you." You managed to murmur these words with your depleting breath. You managed to even sneak a kiss on his uniform.

MC you've done nothing but help people what are you saying?! This is not what I think of you, MC please! You monster, you absolute scum with my face, LET THEM GO THIS INSTANT!

But a Prince's orders were useless and unheard when it comes to monsters of one's nightmares.

"Aw poor MC...I wish I could say the same." He smiled maliciously. And then there was sickening crack of bones. Your eyes rolled backwards, your body giving out before you could scream in pain of the broken bones.

You fell limp on the floor, with rubber for limbs and a spine. Diavolo felt the wall weaken and break under his frantic attack.

"MC! MC no! No no no! Wake up please!"

Diavolo was on his knees, his arms gently lifting you off the floor. He checked for your bones and then they felt solid under your warm skin. You're not broken, you're okay.

"Any and all cursed magical potions are hereby banned from the class. If I see anyone trying to concoct something like this near the humans again, there will be consequences." He announced before he left the room with you curled up in his arms.

"You'll be okay now, MC. I'll keep you close and safe at all times, I promise." He whispered desperately and tearfully smiled when your small fingers intertwined with his.

"Barbatos."

Barbatos winced at the sound of his name. Knowing it was about to happen before hand did nothing to soothe his aching heart. He placed his hand on the wall, hanging his head, knowing exactly what was coming.

That day he decided, his power of knowing the future was not a gift, but a curse. He began counting seconds - just so it would all be over soon.

His dream version walked ahead, with the most poisonous smile anyone had ever seen. His tails wrapped around your arms and one around your neck, dragging you closer.

"Thank you for the opportunity, MC. I can't remember if I've done an execution before. Diavolo is rather benevolent."

"Oh? Am I about to see how demons get executed? Even in my dying moments, you'll teach me something new? Barbatos you're truly amazing." You smile was genuine even as you were dragged roughly to the garden.

I am not, MC. I am merely a servant whose wishes are secret to everyone but you. For you are such a big part of it.

"Oh no the demon method would burn you. I have no use of your ashes but your body might be useful in more ways than one." Barbatos said.

There was a big hole in the garden. Deep enough to bury a casket. But there was no casket. And there was no corpse. Well not yet.

"Fresh remains greatly help grow Blood roses. Young Master really loves them. You'll be of some use after all." Barbatos said. The tails braided and wrapped around your neck. A live noose.

"To have a secret grave under pretty flowers? Are you sure that's a punishment, Barbatos?" You feel the pull now. The tails lifting you up in the air.

Stop this. Stop this, you monster. MC is too pure, too kind to be treated like this. Release them. Release them right now.

The real Barbatos - the demon prim and proper demon who seemed to perfect to be true, was now a crumpled mess on the ground. Too see you like this was more than he could bear.

"I would make your punishment more elaborate and painful but I am a man of efficiency. And killing you that way would be a waste of fertilizer." He said, as you choked and sputtered in the air.

"I just... *cough cough* I loved...all the deserts *cough* and teas... You made for me... *Cough* thank you...Barbatos." Your last words echoed in the air, before you fell silent. Your limbs hung loose, your head hanging, before you dropped down into the hole.

No more. No more of this. It's finally over, MC.

The wall cracked and broke under his fingers. And within seconds he was next to you. There was no hole, no garden and you were breathing gently in his embrace.

"Young Master, may I please be excused to take care of MC?" Even though he asked for permission, Barbatos couldn't care less about the answer. He was already half way out of the door.

"Barb..atos..?" You murmured his name and smiled in your sleep while he put freshly brewed tea on his bedside table. He cupped your cheek lovingly.

He didn't care about rules anymore. If he ever detected danger for you again, he would not hesitate to change the damn timeline.

#obey me #obey me angst #obey me Diavolo #obey me Barbatos #obey me shall we date

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Sparkle - Bucky Barnes (one shot)

Summary: this is my entry for @pellucid-constellations 's #loveletterswritingchallenge i sincerely enjoyed writing this, it was so much of fun to come up with a story that left me all fuzzy and happy.

Pairing: bestfriend!bucky x plus size female!reader (set in an AU)

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Sharon Carter, Brock Rumlow, Natasha Romanoff, Winnie Barnes, Rebecca Barnes

Warnings: fluff, angst, recount of bullying comments experienced by the reader, mentions of fatphobic comments, fluff, mentions of anxiety attacks, swearing, mutual pining, no smut, sam and natasha have the braincell in the two friendships. please note if any of this triggers you please do not read. you are responsible for the media you consume.

A.N: this is my first time writing a plus sized reader, being plus sized i've always wanted to explore writing for a reader who looks like me, i hope i've done well, if not i will strive to improve my writing so please be kind, thank you. that being said, i am immensely proud of what i have written.

Word Count: 8432

dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics

masterlist // Ao3

seven.

‘dear y/n,

your sparkle pens are really pretty

i will share my new crayons if you share your sparkle pens.

-bucky’

‘dear bucky,

i want the blue crayon, you pick a sparkle colour, i will share it with you

-y/n’

‘dear sparkle,

i want the purple sparkle, because its your favourite, i wanna be your favourite too.

-bucky’

‘dear bucky,

you are my favourite.

and you can have the purple sparkle.

-sparkle’

‘dear sparkle,

i think we are going to be best friends.

-bucky’

‘dear bucky,

i think so too.

-sparkle’

Fifteen.

“what do you mean you are moving away?” You ask, confusion laces through your features.

“It means I have to go to a new city, my dad got a new job, they gave him a fancy house. Sparkle I don’t want to move.” Bucky is looking sullen, his blue eyes hold a sadness that is slowly seeping into his heart with every minute that passes.

It is slowly sinking in what is going to happen, he has go leave everything here, his childhood home, the mini play house at the backyard, this swing set you both have been sitting on since time began, and you.

“Will you come back, Bucky?” You wonder, not being able to fathom or imagine not having Bucky next to you, everything you both did you did together.

From filling the backpack of Brock Rumlow with whipped cream because he was bullying the younger kids on the block to stealing freshly baked cookies from the counter and confusing your mother on her number of cookies count.

Hiding in the small room you both discovered behind his wardrobe, eating snacks and possibly talking to a ghost lurking in the shadows.

Bucky and you were both skeptical about the ghost, so what if the chocolate was moved right when you said the ghost should move it?

Bucky’s eyes refocus onto your hunched over form, as you wrote something on a piece of paper. He’d miss this exchanging of notes between the two of you.

Folding the paper you hand it over, heart cracking as realisation dawns upon you when you watch Winnie Barnes and your mother put the last of the kitchen appliances into their boxes.

Winnie gestures for Bucky to come back inside. Bucky’s fingers tighten around your little note.

He takes one glance at you, trying to remember you so he doesn’t forget he’s so scared to forget.

He won’t but it scares him, so much.

You watch as he returns back inside, leaving you on the swing set. You look down at the indented grass.

Would the earth ever cover up the memories that your tiny pairs of feet created upon her?

Or would these indents serve as your only reminder?

Later that night when everyone else is asleep in the half empty home.

Bucky pulls out the note from his pocket, smoothening the paper against his duvet the white paper glows yellow in the lamp light.

‘dear bucky,

please don’t forget about me,

you’re going to make new friends, you’re going to have an amazing time there, you will have fun and the house will be nice, i could come visit maybe, or you could, we can write letters?

you’re my best friend, i love you.

i miss you already.

-sparkle’

His bright blue eyes settle on the small picture frame on his bedside that houses his favourite picture of the two of you, simultaneously having broken the same tooth and holding up the evidence with gleeful toothless smiles in anticipation for the tooth fairy.

Bucky wiped his cheek when he felt something warm, the salty tears finding him, why does that stupid fancy house have to be far away from all that he wants?

<><><><><>

“Why does he have to go mum? Bucky can stay with us, he can take my room!” You offer for the umpteenth time since your return.

“Baby, we spoke about this, his dad has a job offer and it will be good for them, Bucky will be happy and—,”

“NO! He isn’t happy none of you want to listen.” You scream at her.

Your mom’s gaze softens, she sits down on the couch, tucking your hair back,

“Are you sad that James has to leave?” She wonders, you nod, lip wobbling.

“I know it can be a lot to handle right now, you and James are both very brave and such good kids that you are listening to us, but baby this is something that will help their family. Do you understand? It will be good for them. It will be a lot to go through, but sweetheart they need this change.” You mom holds both your hands between her palms.

“But he will forget me, I, Mum he’s my best friend, my only friend.” You can’t stop the tears now, the fear of losing Bucky and him possibly forgetting who you are coursing rampant through you.

“Oh sweetheart, best-friends never forget each other, no matter the distance no matter if they speak regularly or not.” She gently wipes your tears away, kissing your cheek.

You retreat to your room, laying head down on the bed and letting more tears pour out.

Nineteen.

You stare at the calendar, hanging by your desk, if you could you would burn a hole through today’s date.

Barnes’ moving in day.

Those four words stare at you, mockingly. Four and a half years ago he moved away, ripping your duo apart.

Countless letters, left without reply, not a reply even to the funny birthday card you sent, so you stopped writing after nine months of radio silence.

Maybe he did forget you.

<><><><><><>

Month 1

‘Dear Bucky,

I hope you’ve moved in fully now, i miss you. Watching pixar movies without you does not feel right.

How is the weather there? Mom told me it is much more warmer and does not rain as often.

Have you gone to school yet? I hope you have fun there, write back soon.

-Sparkle.’

Month 4

‘Dear Bucky,

happy sixteenth birthday!

i know we had planned those star shaped candles like that one movie so i found them! I’ll ask mum to tell your mum to take a picture, i found two sets of candles so i’m keeping one for myself and i exchanged the blue and purple.

i miss you.

i hope school is easier, still sucks here, remember i told you Rumlow tried to steal lunch money last month? He tried it again, i threw my chocolate milk on his head.

You would have laughed so much.

Though I regret it because I didn’t have an extra chocolate milk. You would have kept an extra one for me. I miss laughing with you.

i love you bucky.

Hope you write back soon.

-sparkle.’

Month 5

‘Dear Bucky,

I sent in that story I wrote! I’ll tell you if I won or not, Rumlow is being a dickhead. Don’t tell Winnie I taught you the word dickhead or I’ll tell her the f word is what you taught me.

-Sparkle’

‘Dear Bucky,

I won second place!, I’m sending a snippet from the paper! Do you remember? This is about the chocolate moving ghost in your room.

Are there any ghosts in your new room?

Write soon, I miss you and your handwriting.

-Sparkle.’

<><><><><>

Winnie and your mom spoke every two weeks on the phone, you would catch tail ends of the conversations.

As did Bucky, he would stand behind the kitchen entryway, to eavesdrop;

“I know, I’ve tried talking to him about it, I know Y/N’s upset, I’m so sorry. I’ll try speaking to him again. Oh, I won’t. I’ll see if he will, oh and yes did you catch the episode,”

Bucky tuned out his mother’s words retreating to his room he had gone out to grab the mail, little did he know he was holding your last letter from the mailbox.

He sighed as his fingers traced over the envelope, the paper too familiar under his fingertips.

He glanced at the purple candle in his pen holder cup.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to reply, he just couldn’t bring himself to do so, he met people at his school. Friends now who were in a similar situation as him.

They all said friends forget or they don’t write back, its easier rather than being hurt over losing a friend. A best friend.

Bucky looked at the stack of letters he attempted to write back to you.

‘Dear Sparkle,

I don’t like it here, they closest theatre is an hour away and Pixar without you just sucks.

It has been a week, i got your letter, people at school say long distance friendships don’t last and people forget each other.

We aren’t like that. We are best friends, we won’t forget each other. I am scared that it might happen, but it won’t right?

- Bucky’

Bucky sighs, turning the letter around in his hands, as his gaze falls onto the birthday envelope he made for you.

‘Dear Sparkle,

I’m sending a blue candle, you won’t believe it they just had one purple and blue candle remaining! You know just like the movie? when you make a wish can you wish for me to come back?

i’m going to ask if i can visit.

i miss you so much, sparkle.

-Bucky’

Bucky puts on a brave face, your letter feeling heavy in his hands, he opens the envelope and unfolds your twelfth letter to him, it has been nine months, he hasn’t sent out the letters nor did he come on the phone when his mom would urge him.

Month 9

‘Dear Bucky, Barnes,’

Bucky’s stomach took a tumble, you only called him Barnes when you were mad at him.

‘It has been hard, I don’t know how much mum told your mum. Dad well, just things fuck.

Things haven’t been that great since you left, mum says that things have gotten better for your family, i’m glad to hear that but i still miss you, you haven’t returned any of my letters and it probably is annoying you or maybe you forgot about me, i hope your new friends are great and school goes well for you. I’m not trying to imply that you should feel bad or guilty or that you should feel guilty, its just, it was nice to have a friend? Now I don’t.

It has gotten hard here for several reasons, i don’t want to bore you, if you are even reading the letters.

on my birthday i used the blue candle on a cupcake, i wished you would come back. I don’t think that will come true. Remember the cupcakes we baked with your mum? I used that recipe.

I don’t think I will be writing anymore, I don’t want to bother you or remind you of things that you may have forgotten. or wanted to forget.

still love you bucky, you’re my best friend.

- Sparkle Y/N.’

Bucky couldn’t read the paper anymore, the colours blended together before he blinked his tears away. Your handwriting just a muddled blur of ink. You’re saying goodbye to him, you’re hurting and he just added to it.

“Bucky?” Winnie Barnes enters her child’s room, brows furrowed in worry as his shoulders shake.

“She won’t write anymore.” Is all he says, turning around to hug his mother.

“Oh sweetheart, she is hurt, you haven’t written back, I know you have unsent letters,” She pulls away from him, running a hand through his hair and wiping his tears.

“Why don’t you send one? She is having a hard time at home. It will cheer her up.” Winnie offers, Bucky shakes his head.

“James…”

“Mum they don’t last these friendships all my friends here are just,” Bucky lets out an exasperated sigh.

“James Barnes.” His mom uses her warning tone.

“Y/N has been your best friend since you both were in diapers. You write her a letter and send it over, I know it is hard, I know it hurts you too, but I can’t watch you let this friendship fade away. Understood? It will be her choice if she wants to write back and you have to respect that.”

Bucky nods going to his desk and bringing out a pen and paper. Winnie pats his head, smiling at him as he begins writing what he wants to say to you.

Nineteen.

Bucky looks sullen, they’re moving back, couldn’t get the old house house three down from yours but they got the one right next to your home.

He wanted to be mad at you for not responding to his letter but he never held it against you, maybe he was too late.

“Bucky?” Winnie looks at him through the rearview mirror, she had taken over driving the remaining leg of the journey. They were going to stay at your house and that had him on edge.

“Yeah Ma?” He meets her gaze, knowing she probably caught onto his nerves. He had taken the semester off from university his dad’s untimely demise had left an aching hole between his family. They were healing but Bucky felt lost.

“It will be okay, between you both.” She assures him, then gazes at Rebecca who is fast asleep in the passenger seat.

“I hope so.” He says, fiddling with his jacket.

<><><><><>

You made cupcakes, the very ones you had learned to make from Winnie, you had spoken to her after you decided to stop the letters, she wasn’t angry as you had expected. She knew Bucky had messed up and had told you about his letter. You never read it. Just looking at it made your burst into tears.

So you tucked it away in the box labelled Sparkle and Bucky, where you stored away the trinkets collected till age fifteen and his unopened letter.

You pulled your thoughts away and onto the upcoming months you were visiting a publication expo due to the deferral year you took from university. Independently writing for a magazine, running your own blog of micro poetry and pieces was doing okayish.

However an internship with an independent publication house made you realise working in this industry is where you would thrive.

The car coming to a halt outside had your mother squeal and run out, then two squeals could be heard followed by laughter. You went up to the door, eyes on Winnie and your mother, a clicking sound made you look at the source.

Bucky brought the camera down from covering his face, as he grinned admiring the two best friends, his hair longer and he seemed much more taller and you notice how much more bigger his biceps have gotten.

“Oh, Y/N!” Winnie calls you with glee, “Look at you! All grown up the pictures you mother sent do no justice to how beautiful you are,” She bounds up at steps arms outstretched you smile with a blush warming your cheeks.

“You’re too kind.” You mumble, you know your features are sweet but the weight you’ve gained along the way would at times make you think otherwise.

“Oh nonsense.” She dismisses your attempt to take the compliment, “Beautiful.” She tucks your hair back, placing a kiss to your cheek.

Rebecca follows her mom giving you a kiss on the cheek and a warm sleepy hug.

“Okay you can go crash in my room.” You laugh as she yawns out a thank you, swiftly making her way upstairs.

Bucky is unloading the bags, you put your hands in the back pocket of your jeans contemplating.

The mothers share a look, “Y/N why don’t you go help James?” Your mom says, you shoot her a look, Winnie pulls her inside before you can catch onto their little planning.

Bucky hits his head on the trunk door when he sees you stand next to him.

“Shit,” He rubs his head, looking at you, pausing as he takes in your appearance. You feel small under his towering form, you both don’t say anything for a while just standing there, awkwardly.

What do you even say to your long lost best friend?

“I’m sorry.” Bucky verbal vomits the apology without thinking, you raise an eyebrow, “For um, for putting your mum and you through all this trouble.” He gestures around with his hand.

“Oh, um not really a problem.” You shrug and move to grab a bag from the trunk.

“Um, that is my camera equipment…” Bucky looks the bag with such admiration, you’re almost scared to put it back down.

“I can be careful… If you want to switch no problem…” You offer the bag and he switches. The trip back to the house is silent.

Some how both of you still manage to walk in sync.

Winnie tells you the major chunk of things are coming with the movers tomorrow as you and Bucky settle around the dining table with mugs of coffee.

“Bucky, mum tells me you’re into photography now?” Your mom smiles fondly at the boy in front of her, she did pinch his cheeks moments ago and Bucky knew she would do it again. He grinned.

“I am, yes, I run my own blog, did a few indie band shoots for their Instagram pages, also covered a friend’s wedding.”

Bucky talks animately and you find yourself smiling as he speaks fondly about his passion, blue eyes filled with pride and joy.

“Oh and this is the best thing that happened in a while.” Bucky pulls out his phone, “I have a friend, they have huge writing blog posted one of my photographs and held a competition and god the entries are all so great especially this one.” Bucky loads the comment.

“Wait a second, Y/N what is your blog’s name?” Your mom looks at you, your eyes widen in panic as realisation hits, Bucky reads the blog’s name and you nod.

“Holy shit, Sparkle! You’ve written such great stuff, I practically broke my phone reading and scrolling! I even showed Rebecca and Ma, god you’re talented and you even won that competition, Sparkle, damn—,” Bucky’s excited chatter stops when he realises he used your nickname and revealed the fact he read your letters.

“Excuse me.” Is all you say before running up to your room, voice on the verge of tears, Bucky stays in his seat, head in his palms.

“Just give her sometime.” Your mum assures him giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Don’t think she will give me more…” He takes a deep breath, “Should I?” He asks the two insightful women, they shake their heads.

“After dinner, I’ll send you both to pick up groceries then you can speak.” Winnie high fives her best friend.

Bucky looks between the pair questioningly and decides he wont wait, he grabs a notepad from his bag as he makes his way to the guest room.

‘dear sparkle y/n,

i’m sorry, i’m an idiot.

though i stand by it, your pieces are beautiful.

-bucky.’

He slips the note under your door and retreats to his designated room opposite to yours before you decide to slide it out.

Dinner passes by wordlessly on your part, only answering yes and no when spoken to directly. Bucky hopes to coax laughter out of you, so he tries making jokes but when you don’t respond to them he keeps quiet.

“Sweetheart, would you run to the store? We want to start the move earlier so a few groceries should be better bought earlier.” Your mom requests as you finish drying the dishes with Rebecca.

“Okay.” You take a once over of your appearance, deciding to keep wearing the superhero shirt and shorts.

“Do you have a list?” You ask Winnie who nods, Bucky is helping put away the dishes, so you think at least he may not tag along.

Winnie hands it to you, sheepishly smiling at the length of the list, “I know it is a lot but,”

“No, No, don’t worry about it. I-if I can’t find something I’ll let you know.” You look up at her, biting your bottom lip, Bucky looks at you as you shift from one foot to the other. You never did enjoy the task he recalls.

You smile at her, the prospect of the night drive is appealing.

“Oh Bucky has my card so he can tag along with you.” Winnie adds just as you grab your cardigan and purse, so much for enjoying the drive.

Bucky wonders if your shoulders stiffen because you’re uncomfortable. He almost backs out; trusting you with the pin of the card.

“Oh sure.” you say heading out the door to your car.

Bucky looks at the three women, they give him a thumbs up each. He wonders how much luck would he need to repair his friendship with you.

You’re waiting in the car, head on the wheel, “Just groceries, you don’t have to talk.” you mutter trying to soothe yourself.

Bucky opens the door and you straighten up too quickly, hitting your head on the lowered visor which snaps it back up with a thunk, “Ow.”

“You okay?” Bucky looks worried as you rub your head, the light in the car showing him your tinted cheeks, he chuckles.

“Are you laughing at me?” You ask, he pales.

“No-no I just, I hit my head in the afternoon and now you did… It reminded me of,” Bucky’s smile returns,

“The museum?” You laugh at the memory, both of you took a tumble down the steps to the museum getting scrapes on your knees, the injuries placed same but received at different hours.

Your smile doesn’t fade as you pull onto the road driving to the 24 hour store fifteen minutes away a comfortable silence takes over which is only broken by the light songs on the radio.

Bucky finds himself taking in your appearance, you have changed so little yet so much he thinks, the way you hold yourself with more confidence, when you aren’t worrying about how things are between the two of you.

Your laughter still the same that shines through him, the sound making him laugh even more than what the joke would be, god he missed you.

You could feel his eyes on you, you tug the shorts down, skin bunching as the hem tightens when you sit. A little self consciousness flooding through you.

Bucky notices the movement, his eyes trail over your thighs and he wonders briefly how they would feel wrapped around him if he lifted you up in a hug like before.

You are in the milk aisle when you hear the familiar snickers, Bucky was on the other end finding the flavoured yogurts Rebecca requested on text.

“I never knew cows came to inspect the milk.” Sharon Carter laughs, you roll your eyes a fake pleasantry smile on your face.

“Sharon, always a pleasure.” You turn back to grabbing the milk you need putting it into the cart.

Bucky’s eyebrows furrow when a taller man joins the blonde you were speaking to, he feels something off. He quickly grabs the selected boxes of yogurt and walks over.

You try moving forward when Brock Rumlow stops your cart. Great.

“Oh come on a deferral, just say the university has no space to accommodate your size.” Rumlow gives a hearty chuckle as Bucky’s jaw clenches.

“I thought I recognised the scared little bully.” Bucky says placing the items in the cart then standing next to you, “Was is shaving cream in your bag or was it whipped cream?” He reminds Brock who clenches his hand into a fist.

“Barnes?” Rumlow asks, Bucky nods.

“Oh this is rich,” Rumlow looks at you, you pale.

“Was it not his letter you roamed around with?” He asks, then Sharon smirks.

“Oh I remember! Oh Bucky they called me a fat pig, Oh Bucky I miss you.” She makes mocking smooching noises and you wince recalling their harsh words.

Bucky’s hand clenches on the cart’s handle.

“How did your universities accept bullies? Or did you get rejected since your bigheadedness take up more space than they could accommodate?” Bucky asks, pushing the cart harshly into Rumlow who moves giving way to move to the next aisle.

As you pass by them, “Fatty got left all alone and weak, if you hear her it sounds like a pig’s squeak.” Sharon belts out the old rhyme they came up with in school, you pause, Bucky is about to go punch Brock and you stop him, turning around with a bottle of chocolate milk in hand.

The two bullies don’t see it coming when you empty the entire one litre bottle on their heads as they are turned away. Both turn very slowly. Bucky pulls you back, both abandoning the cart and running through the aisles with Brock hot on your heels.

Bucky looks at you unable to help his laughter at what you did, you laugh with him and you both feel like you are twelve running away from Brock once again. Bucky leads you behind the frozen food aisle, pressing you against the wall and him facing you. The dry ice smell cascades around your senses.

Both of you breathing hard, Bucky feels the steady rise of your chest against his own, he looks down at you, you look up at him and his breath catches god your eyes hold that same sparkle that gave you your nickname when you both were seven.

His heartaches at how long it has been since he saw you happy with him there as witness.

When you look up at Bucky you didn’t understand the expression on his face it, it seemed as though longing muddled with happiness?

Your eyes flicker to his lips, parted to catch his breath. You dismiss the thought but not before it makes you blush. You look away to his hand still intertwined with yours, making you smile.

Bucky’s free hand twitches, wanting you to look back into his blue eyes.

“Where are you two?” Brock’s voice is close, Bucky and you slip back backing away quietly.

“Brock let it go, my dress is stained. Ugh.” Sharon complains much to your relief.

You both peek out from the aisle, sighing as the coast is clear.

You look at Bucky during the walk back to the abandoned cart his gaze is upon you, when your eyes meet, his lip twitches and you both break into a fit of giggles. Bucky wipes the tears from his eyes and you try to even out your breathing as the laughter calms down.

You take inventory of the cart frowning that you used the last bottle of chocolate milk for your plan, till an outstretched arm holds a smaller chocolate milk bottle in your vision.

Bucky has a small smile gracing his lips, azure eyes full of hope, “Saved you a bottle.”

Adoration courses through you and so does the love you hold for Bucky which had been tucked away.

You raise your arms and engulf him in a hug, Bucky is taken aback but quickly wraps his arms around you. Sighing as the ache on his heart is slowly fading into nothingness.

“I’m sorry I never wrote back, sparkle.” Bucky whispers, stroking your hair, the scent of vanilla grounding him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t read your letter. I was so mad at you.” You whisper back, tightening the hug.

“Rightfully so.” Bucky pulls away to look at you, you’re crying too, “God, I wish I could have been there, written back, you went through all this shit. I’m so sorry, sparkle.”

“It, its not okay but I think we can try again? Our friendship?” You look at him hopeful, he smiles, nodding and pulling you into a bear hug.

Bucky sniffles, “I did, I did write replies, when we unpack tomorrow, I’ll show you the letters.”

When you check into the hotel three months later, you furrow your eyebrows when the receptionist hands a letter addressed to you.

Smiling as you recognise Bucky’s handwriting you open it in the elevator too excited,

��Dear Sparkle,

good luck on your first publishing exhibition/expo/experience you’re going to learn so much and beat all the people outta their seats, i kind of buttered up your mom to give me the address of your hotel.

i wanted us to start writing letters again, it has been something we did and shared and only if you’re comfortable then you can write back if it is difficult then we can stick to texts and sending memes.

i miss you, college is going okay, been about two weeks since i left home, god i still can’t believe the chocolate piece moved. do you think the ghost it latched to one of us?

love you sparkle, send me pictures from the trip.

-bucky’

You grin holding the letter to your chest as you walk into the room you share with the other intern at your work place.

Immediately you start writing a reply on the hotel stationary.

<><><><><><><>

Bucky sighs entering his apartment, who told him to major in journalism and history? Though being a photo journalist is something he wants to do dearly just the path of education is seemingly harder today.

He received your texts, smiling as he read how excited you were for everything going on at the publication expo, endless goofy pictures you sent him made his heart swell with adoration. It had been 4 days since he knows you received his letter.

He’s laughing while replying to the picture you sent him of an apple just lying underneath a traffic light, no idea why you both find it funny.

“Whose got Broody Barnes all happy?” Sam Wilson his room-mate says walking into the hall, dropping a stack of envelopes onto the table.

“Sparkle.” Bucky says, looking at a surprised Sam.

“The Sparkle?” Sam enquires, leaning over the couch and trying to peek at the texts.

“Yes.” Bucky locks the phone and Sam pouts, “Oh come on.”

“By the way there is some mail for you.” Sam informs, Bucky eagerly grabs the stack, sifting through and landing on the envelope bearing his name in your writing.

He quickly opens it, excitement flooding through his being.

‘Dear Bucky,

i can’t believe how you pulled off having the letter here before me, i read it in the elevator. I miss you too. i think the ghost moves around our neighbourhood.

i’m glad to hear college is going well, though i think doing a double major may be hard, i believe in you and your capability to get through it.

i think i might go ahead with the double major as well, I took a year’s deferral so, I don’t really know how will it go.

i’m proud of you.

love you too buck i’m sending you a picture as i write.

-sparkle.

ps. waiting for your next letter.’

Bucky can’t wipe the grin off of his face.

twenty three.

‘dear sparkle,

my recruitment week starts next week, i’m so nervous.

i really wish you were here. i know i can call you but it just won’t be the same.

all these questions are swirling in my mind, what if i do not get the placement i want? what if the internships i did were the wrong choice? what if my grades aren’t impressive?

you would know what to say, could you just give my interviews for me?

fuck, sparkle i don’t even know what pictures to put in my portfolio.

what kind of photographer does not know his strongest pictures?

i hope your exam week is going well, also you’re going to win that creative writing competiton that you’re worried about, send your piece to me so i can read it over, if you need an objective opinion? but i’m biased towards you. you will win it.

sorry to dump this on you, i know you’ve had a busy and hard week.

will you be visiting home for break? i might be depending on how the recruitment goes. maybe we could co-ordinate flights?

i miss you.

-bucky.’

You read Bucky’s letter on the night of exam week being over, most of the classes are done for the semester, an idea pops up in your head and you call your mom then Rebecca to get Bucky’s roommate’s number.

When Sam receives you at the train station and you can finally understand why Bucky trusts him immensely, Sam has this comforting aura that radiates warmth and safety, for a minute you wonder if Rutgers makes everyone go hard at the gym and wear more form sitting outfits because like damn, Sam.

“So whats with the nickname Sparkle?” Sam ponders never getting an answer out of his friend.

“No idea, Bucky gave it to me.” You shrug, realising you never really asked the question yourself.

“Oh come on, he won’t tell me either.” Sam whines, as he helps you with your bag into the elevator, you can only offer a sympathetic smile, “I’m as clueless as you buddy.” You pat his back.

“So you’re at Yale?” He asks as the two of you walk down the hallway.

“Yes, Psychology and English major. What do you study?”

“Aerospace Engineering.” Sam says with a grin.

“Wait you’re like smart, smart.” You comment.

Sam’s booming laughter infects you as you join in.

“Please say that in front of Bucky.” He requests and you grin nodding.

Sam opens the door carefully, when he knows for sure Bucky is in his room he lets you in and guides you to Bucky’s door.

“Good Luck.” He whispers backing away to take the video as you requested.

You raise your hand and knock, you can hear shuffling on the other side and a shirtless toned chest is what you are at eye level with, you gulp.

“What is it Sam—Sparkle?” Bucky blinks multiple times rapidly, “You, you’re here? I must be dreaming.” He says, and you hesitantly reach out to poke his arm.

“Hi.” You grin at him, Bucky’s jaw drops and he picks you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he twirls you around, you squeal holding onto him tightly.

“Bucky! Don’t you will—,” You try not to put too much weight on him, but he’s twirling you up like nothing.

“Doll, don’t say a word, I can do several push-ups with you sitting on me.” Bucky’s blue eyes find yours and they are shining bright, his cheeks are flushed with how much he is grinning.

“I know Mr. I can bench press triple digits.” Bucky’s helped you immensely to let go of the comments, he always only brought you resources to help you, checked in on your progress with your mental health. Never pushed you to do something you were uncomfortable with, he made sure you would have mental health check ins regularly. He caught on to your traits for being in an overload before you did.

The way the months went after you both cleared the air were a blur, as though the four years of the move never formed a deep ravine of hurt and despair. The entire moving in process was cathartic for the two of you, finally communicating and rebuilding the bridge over the gap that formed.

Bucky lets you down gently, pulling you back in for a hug. His woodsy pine scent mingling with the vanilla of your lotion, makes you feel right at home.

“What are you doing here?” Bucky’s surprise returns.

“Well somebody wanted to surprise somebody and I coordinated it.” Sam hands your phone back while he points from you to Bucky.

“Thanks Sam,” You grin at him.

“Anytime sweetheart.” Sam winks at you and you giggle.

Bucky’s eyebrows furrow, are you two flirting?

“I have an early day catch you both tomorrow.” Sam gives you another wink and departs to his room.

“You’re really here.” Bucky shakes his head in disbelief, hugging you tightly again, your warmth grounding him, the way you just fit into his arms like you belong there.

You bask in the warmth he provides, feeling his steady heartbeat, you could just stay this way.

Both Bucky and you stiffen slightly at the thoughts, pulling away.

“I am, now I believe you were having trouble with your portfolio.” You try to say teasingly, keeping your eyes on his face, bags under his eyes indicate his lack of sleep.

You hesitantly raise your hand to trace over his cheek, Bucky leans into your touch, shoulders relaxing in the relief he finds by your gesture.

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Bucky feels your fingertips lingering on his cheek even as you both are sprawled across his room’s floor, the photographs in transparent folders as you think over how to make up this segregation for the portfolio.

“Have you made a digital folder?” You wonder as your hands inch towards the picture of Winnie and your mom from the day they met again after years.

You could feel the warmth and love in the picture.

“All the pictures are coded so the ones in the physical one can go in a digital one which are watermarked.” Bucky runs his palm across his face, scratching over his scruff.

“Okay how about, I pick up a stack of pictures, show you each and then you say yes or no without a second thought.” The idea sparks inside you and you think it can work.

“We can try that yeah,” Bucky straightens up, ready to do this, he watches you pick up the stack of local events he covered.

You hold up one where the marathon winner crosses the finish line, half leapt up in the air, they just realise and have tears in their eyes mid air.

Bucky nods, “Yes.” He grins at you this would work.

And it did, an hour later you had ten pictures each in various categories that gave a good sense of Bucky and his body of work.

As you zip up the file with a yawn, Bucky’s gaze softens you came in right after your exams without break for him.

“Hey sleepyhead, take the bed I’ll take the couch.” Bucky chuckles as your half asleep gaze meets him.

“What? No, you need sleep, I’ll take the couch.” You protest, Bucky places both his hands on his hips, looking too much like Winnie Barnes before she would scold their duo.

“Sparkle.” He warns, you quickly take a picture on your phone.

“Bucky, you look exactly like your mom before she would scold us.” You break out into giggles at his mortified expression.

“Sparkle.” He whines, trying to grab your phone away from you to delete it.

Currently you’re pinned under him arms extended up to stop him from getting your phone.

“Sparkle I just want to check the time.” He feigns innocence.

“Bucky you have a clock right there.” You point out, huffing.

“In London!” He defends.

“Use your own phone.”

“Yours is nicer.” Bucky huffs, he nods as he decides to tickle you.

You pale as you realise what is he planning.

“No.” You warn trying to scramble away before he begins.

“Oh no, no, no,” Bucky pins down your hands in one of his and his free hand begins tickling your sides as you squeal and try to break away.

Bucky has a million dollar smile as your phone drops out of your grip but he just enjoys having you laugh and squeal, your skin is so soft and warm and god he just wants to kiss you, he pauses the thought taking him by surprise.

Your face is inches away from his, you’re breathing hard but still laughing up at him, arching away from him and you are flush against his now shirt clad chest.

Bucky’s face moves closer, you look at him, then down to his lips, your mind flashes back to the grocery store aisle. His lips are so close his breath fans across your face, you close your eyes.

The doorbell rings and you open your eyes, Bucky looks into yours searching for something, he wonders if he should continue before answering the door. You bite your lip, wondering if he regrets it, the next ring of the doorbell has you both scramble up to grab the late night chinese take out.

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‘dear Bucky,

god i feel stupid writing this after six months of that moment in your room.

i can’t outright ask you, it just feels, it feels different between us? not in a bad way, fuck, did we fuck up? why didn’t we just kiss? it feels so right being in your arms and having you in mine. as though, as though we were made for each other?

why can’t i just tell you that i am in love with you, i am in love with my best friend, probably have been for the longest time and i wished we would have kissed in the grocery aisle.

you would think i would know what the right fucking words are? being a writer and all but i don’t have them. at all. i just know four that only make sense—

Bucky, I love you.

I’ve written countless letters to you and yet writing this one seems to be the biggest task even though what i want to say to you is so very simple.

I want to tell you in person, I want to say the words, to you in front of everyone.

I just I worry what if what if i lose you?

I’ve written countless lines about love and yet I don’t know if this is enough, if these scattered words, that i’m scrambling to put together to make some coherence out of are even making sense?

I wishfully think that maybe, maybe you love me too, in the same way, its so selfish of me, hoping praying that my best friend is in love with me as well.

If you do not feel the same wat then just forget about this, I, I don’t know just, don’t stop being my best friend please. it is selfish of me to put this on you and still want you in my life but, i lost you once i can’t i can’t lose you again.

-Sparkle.’

You groan, this letter sounds and looks so stupid. Zero readability. Zero continuity, clarity, ugh.

You turn the page over placing it on the papers in front of you as your room-mate Natasha walks in,

“Are you going to tell him you are in love with him or is that love letter not happening? Of all the important things to write in a letter neither of you do that.” She sits down on the table, shuffling the papers to make space.

“He doesn’t love me, love me.” You object and Nat smacks your arm.

“He took the midnight train to here because you were having an anxiety attack. He stayed on call while he took a two hour train ride and then held you till you finally slept after a four day non sleep fest. He stayed till he knew you were absolutely fine and only then did he leave. I don’t know any best friend that would do that.” She lists the points on her fingers.

“Nat,” You start, she holds up a hand.

“Will you lose him if you tell him?” Her expression unreadable.

“I don’t know.” You answer honestly.

“Will telling him how you feel make you feel better?”

“Nat, I don’t know I want to yell that I love him but, I’m scared I’ll lose him as my best friend, that can’t happen again.”

Natasha pulls you close, as you sniffle.

“You should tell him, I know from the way he looks at you.” She reassures you.

“If this backfires I will stop talking to you.” You warn her, as she smiles.

“Send the letter.” She prompts.

“No, I’m, I’m going to give it to him the next day of his graduation.” You decide, the entire family would be there so if anything went sideways you would not be missed.

Graduation.

Bucky spots you sitting on the bleachers between your mom and his, they made a whole trip out of it deciding to stay for a few days, he waves at you all before settling into his designated chair, his phone chimes.

Sam: man you have to tell her.

Bucky: Sam will you just drop it.

Sam: no i will not, if you don’t tell her i will ask her out.

Bucky glares at the phone turning to locate Sam’s smug grin.

Sam looks down typing as Bucky’s phone chimes again.

Sam: she will still be your best friend, even if she doesn’t love you the same way, which is impossible because that entire weekend she wouldn’t take her eyes off of you.

Sam attaches a picture he sneaked of Bucky being on the phone in the kitchen and you looking fondly at Bucky, he could clearly see the red tinge on your cheeks.

Bucky: fine i’ll tell her today, but if this backfires…

Sam: I will be on the receiving end of James Barnes’ Trademark Glare for eternity.

Bucky: Worse.

Sam: just tell her you love her then you will hug me because she loves you too

Bucky turns his phone silent as the Dean begins the opening statements, the entire event is a blur and Bucky finds your smiling gaze when he takes his degree in his hands. All of you are cheering so hard for him he feels elated and accomplished.

As Sam and he wait for the crowd to disperse so they can introduce each other’s families, you run upto Bucky and hug him.

“Congratulations.” You kiss his cheek, Bucky feels his skin warm at the gesture.

“Thank you, Sparkle.” He keeps his arm around you as the Barnes and Wilson’s approach the cleared area as well.

Winnie Barnes instantly pulls Sam into a warm hug and pinches his cheek, where as Sam’s nephews AJ and Cass run up to Bucky, he bends down to pull them into a hug.

They ring choruses of congratulations all around and Sam and Bucky both can’t let go of their elated mood. During dinner you notice Sam gesturing with his head to Bucky, and Bucky shaking his head and narrowing his eyes. When you catch Sam’s eye he quickly looks away.

“Is everything okay?” You whisper to Bucky.

“Ye-yeah, Sparkle.” Bucky is caught off guard and he wishes Sam would be discreet.

You nod, not really satisfied and worrying if something is amiss.

Bucky takes note of your worried expression and leans in,

“Sparkle, I promise its nothing to worry about, Sam’s just stressing over his internship.” He assures, taking your hand in his and rubbing soothing circles.

“You sure you aren’t covering up something thats bothering you?” You raise an eyebrow at him, he shakes his head.

“No, I would tell you if it was, promise.” He smiles.

“Oh um I have my next letter with me I’ll give it to you tomorrow.” You say no idea why are you putting yourself in this position.

“Why not today?” Bucky furrows his eyebrows.

“Well because if I sent it by post it would reach tomorrow.” You shrug hoping your voice does not waiver.

“Well I want to read it today.” He presses on,

“Bucky, no today is about you.” You defend.

“Yes and that letter is addressed to me. Come on it’ll be my graduation gift.” He juts out his bottom lip making a puppy eyed face.

You sigh, handing it to him, his smile looking at the envelope is worth bringing forth your humiliation a day ahead.

Bucky opens the envelope, eager to know your thoughts, when his smile falters you feel your heart sink down into the pits of the marina trench.

There is a silence that slowly takes over the table, as they notice you looking at Bucky with tears in your eyes and Bucky reading the letter.

Bucky can’t say anything emotions caught in his throat, he really wished he would have kissed you in the grocery store too.

He can’t believe it you love him too.

Bucky, I love you.

The words burn into his memory, etched upon his heart and he looks up at you tears in his eyes as well.

“I’m sorry, I should not have—,” You begin your apology,

“Sparkle, Sparkle, I love you too.” He cuts you off, watching as you take his words in and your sadden expression turns into elation.

“About damn time.” Sam mutters.

As Bucky grins cupping your cheek and finally having your lips on his own.

There is a chorus of awes around the dinner table that just makes both of you grin in the kiss, both of you blushing as you pull away.

Bucky wraps his arm around you as your head rests on his shoulder, he kisses your forehead, with an unspoken promise of forever.

Bucky, age sixteen.

‘Dear Sparkle,

I got the letter where you said you won’t write anymore, it broke me, i cannot get through a day without my mind making me search for you in the crowd.

i know i’ve been an idiot, dickhead if you will. I cannot lose you. I cannot lose my best friend, do you know why i call you sparkle? it is not because of those sparkle pens you had, its because, when you looked at me when i was seven there was this sparkle in your eye and I just had to know you.

Because someone with that much radiance around her had to be the biggest source of happiness right? and you were and still are.

i won’t mind if you throw this letter without reading.actually i will feel horrible, that

i was so stupid to get into what the people at school said that friendships fade so there is no point in trying to keep them.

i hope you can forgive me, should i send the other unsent letters too? maybe i should, but if you want to then only i will, i, i’m so sorry for what is going on at home, mom won’t tell me, do you want me to call? I’ll ask mom to let me talk to you next time she speaks to your mom.

sparkle please forgive me, i know this is my own doing, i’m an idiot but i’m your idiot best friend.

nine months of no responses and i’m asking for you to not be mad at me, i’m asking for a miracle, but that won’t happen will it? hope it does.

i love you

i miss you so much it hurts, i know it hurts you too.

-bucky.’

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