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darling-i-read-it · 3 years

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Leaving the Baker's

Part 5 (Final Part)

RE7 Rewrite Masterlist

Ethan Winters x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: spoilers for re7, violence, guns, mold, death

Author’s Note: It’s over! I like how this ended up going. I know not a lot of people read it but I hope those who did likes it! Ethan supremacy besties

Summary: The end of the game.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator. Some of these lines are directly from the game so they may sound familiar.

(not my gif)

You carefully floated down through the water, Ethan driving the boat through the obstacles. You sat beside each other sheepishly, Zoe across from you. She looked uncomfortable. She rubbed her arms, nervously looking around.

“You chose me over your wife,” she said to Ethan.

“You knew the way out,” Ethan said slowly. You nodded. That was what you had agreed on. Well you were pretty sure that was what you agreed on. There was no actual chat. You looked over at Ethan who had a fairly neutral look on his face.

“Yeah,” Zoe muttered.

You soon came up on a large ship. Your eyes went wide and you almost stood up to get a better look but you thought better of it. Ethan and Zoe’s gaze followed yours. They looked at the looming ship, wondering how it had gotten all the way out here onto the bayou.

“What is-” Zoe started and then something came out of the water, cutting her head off. You screeched, grabbing Ethan who was already in the process of grabbing you. You shook a bit as her body went limp in front of you.

“What was that?” you whispered but Ethan didn’t even get the chance to register the question because something came up from under the boat, grabbing you both before you could even properly scream.

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You woke up slowly. You looked up at the boat above you, looming in the dark weather. It had to have been the boat that Mia came on. She had told you about how she was watching a girl named Eveline. That the girl had special properties. You wondered what that was.

You rubbed your head and started to sit up when you saw Mia walking by. How did she get here? You knelt behind some of the wreckage, watching as she passed you. She stopped a few feet away and knelt down.

“Ethan?” she said. You peeked over the edge and saw him on the ground. You wanted to go to him but you wouldn’t risk a fight with her mad. You gasped as the dark mold came out and grabbed onto him, engulfing him whole and dragged him away. You reached out, wishing you had done something to stop it. Mia did the same thing, reaching for him but he was gone. You leaned back a bit and took a deep breath.

You had to get him before she did. You weren’t sure how that was going to happen but it was going to happen.

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You entered the boat a couple of minutes after her. You still had your guns and weapons on you so you held them close as you made your way through the boat. Now that you were alone it was a little more daunting. You had been able to crack jokes with Ethan this whole time, have someone to back you up but now you were completely on your own.

The ship was dark. You kept checking the corner for more of the mold monsters and Mia. Every once in a while you could hear her walking around, her voice in the distance. You were right on her tail when she got to Ethan.

You raised your gun to her as she approached Ethan.

“Don’t fucking touch him,” you muttered. She whipped around, face sunken.

“You don’t understand,” she said.

“No you don’t understand. We came here to save your ass Mia and now you’ve gone and gotten us both in trouble. Step aside. Ethan and I are leaving.”

“He won’t leave without me.”

“Oh?” You jabbed your gun at her. “Let’s find out.”

Suddenly a little girl materialized beside her. Your eyes went wide and your aim went to the child. Eveline.

“Don’t hurt him,” Mia pleaded.

“I already told you I wouldn’t mommy.”

“I’m not your mother!” she protested. Eveline went to grab her and while she did so you passed behind Mia, digging through the mold on the wall for Ethan. You moved it aside so you could see his face. You brushed the goop off his cheek and his eyes opened, looking at you confusingly.

“What..wh-”

“You need to leave!” Mia said. “I can’t...I can’t…” When you looked around the little girl was gone. You furrowed your brows, putting yourself between her and Ethan who was still gaining consciousness. You held up your gun and Mia shoved you over, grabbing Ethan’s arm. “You shouldn’t have chosen her!” she yelled. “Either of them!”

You shot her before she could claw at him. Here was another fight. They seemed to be never ending.

You shot at her and Ethan did as well after a moment. It took a couple of minutes but you saw her wearing down. She grabbed Ethan’s arm, stopping. You reloaded your gun and held it up to her but you didn’t need it anymore.

She stared into Ethan’s eyes and then fell over, turning to dust. He held his hands out as though to grab her but she was gone. You slowly put your gun down.

“Mia,” he whispered. You closed your eyes. You didn’t want her dead. You were hoping to come back for her. You were hoping you would all be alright. Ethan turned to you, his face cracked a bit. He was bleeding. “Eveline is turning them that way,” he explained. “All of them. They didn’t have a choice,” he whispered. “Mia didn’t have a choice.” You felt a sting in your heart. You hoped that was true. You didn’t like to believe she would have hurt either of you willingly. Now she was dead.

Ethan took a deep breath, shaking his head as he processed the death of his wife. He turned to you and before you knew what was happening, he hugged you tightly. You buried your head in his shirt, not caring how dirty it was. You breathed him in and then pulled away.

“We have to get out of here,” you whispered. He nodded curtly.

“Let’s go.”

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The two of you dug through grime and dirty water before coming to a small house. There were some things in it that looked like they had been used recently. Ethan picked up a pack of bullets. You messed with the radio. It came to life.

“Alpha 1 this is Bravo 1 do you read?” it said. Ethans head cocked over. He walked to you.

“This is Alpha 1. Report. Did you find anything?”

“A thorough search of the Bakers found no survivors. Repeat, no survivors. We did find evidence of a skirmich.”

“Eveline?” “Negative. However we did find several encrypted messages from the Baker’s son, Lucas, to an unknown third party. You can probably guess who that was.” “That’s just great.”

“We’ve had reports he’s in the abandoned mines south of the property.”

“I’m gonna go have a look.”

“Roger that. We’ll meet you at those coordinates.”

“If you encounter Eveline your orders are to shoot to kill. Repeat - shoot to kill.” The transmission went out. You looked over at Ethan, shaking a bit from the cold and from the situation.

“What the fuck did we step into?” he asked.

“Damn if I know.”

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You continued to trek through waters and some cave systems. You arrived back in the guest house, where all of the terrors had started. At least you knew you were somewhat close to your car. You kept close to each other, watching the corners, guns up.

Eveline appeared, a wicked smile on her face.

She used her powers to make you see what had happened in that house. Mia attacking you. Ethan’s hand being cut off.

“If you don’t wanna be my family, you die,” she whispered. Then she was gone again.

“Screw her,” you muttered.

You followed along the house. It shook underneath you, making you both jump. Evnline was screaming before you even gotta see her. The room erupted in light blue lights. She stood at the end of the room and as you approached even more lights came out from her, making you and Ethan fall over.

You had to hide behind the wall though no doubt she would break through that as well. You and Ethan shared a look.

“You shoot her, I'll grab her,” he yelled over the wind. You nodded stiffly and came out from behind the wall, shooting her with your handgun as many times as you could manage. While she was startled Ethan ran up against the wind.

Ethan grabbed her and it all stopped.

You looked up and saw that little girl Eveline had turned into the grandmother from dinner. You had seen her countless times around the house. You should have known. She was bleeding black mold from her eyes.

Ethan ran into you as he backed up. You grabbed his arm and watched as Eveline turned the whole room into a large black moldy mess. She was breaking apart, screaming.

“It hurts, it hurts!” she said in a distorted voice. She turned into the mold.

One more fight. One more.

Ethan and you used the last of what you had on her. You shot and threw everything that you had ever been able to carry. You grunted, dodged and got hit more times than you could count.

By the time you were tossed out of the house, you had lost almost all feeling in your body. Everything ached.

It was amazing to feel something other than numbing pain. The ground underneath you was cold. You felt the grass underneath you. It was cold. The sun was on your face. It felt like it had been years since you felt the sun. You took a deep breath but it ended up being a wheeze.

“Y/N?” You sat up. There was a man in your face you didn’t know. “I’m Chris Redfield. I’m here to get you out of here.” You sat up and nodded, taking his hand to help you up. You looked around.

“Where...where’s Ethan?” you asked urgently once you came too. Then you saw him. About as banged up as you felt, he was standing with some other people in the same outfit as Chris. He was arguing with someone and then he walked forward. You reached forward desperately and grabbed his arm, holding him tightly to you. You stayed glued together until you got up onto the helicopter.

You looked down at the mold infested farm. It made you feel bad for the Bakers. They were probably nice people, before it all. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back on the seat. Ethan was looking at something on his phone as you took off. A video of Mia. You had gotten one too but you didn’t want to look at it right now.

He watched it for a second and then tossed his phone off the side.

“You’re going to have to buy a new one,” you told him. “Hey, Ethan.” He had a death grip on your leg. He finally noticed it and loosened up.

“Sorry. I guess I’m just going to be extra protective now. Can’t have you slipping away from me,” he said over the noises of the helicopter.

“Glad we’re on the same page.” You put your head on his shoulder and tried to come down from the events of the past 48 hours.

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You sat on your bed, looking through an article on your laptop. You ran a hand through your hair. There were countless articles about the Baker house. People were misquoting you and Ethan left and right but you didn’t mind. Neither of you wanted to be interviewed.

A small picture of Mia was bunched in with a family picture of the Bakers. You rubbed the bandage on your collarbone that went up to your shoulder.

It had only been a week since you got back. Everything was still healing.

“That’s gonna scar,” Ethan said as he walked into the room. You nodded, putting your hand down.

“Then your staples are gonna scar too.” “No doubt.” He sat down on the bed beside you. He looked over your shoulder at what you were looking at. “You should probably stop looking at the articles,” he muttered. You leaned back on the bed frame. He put his arms around you, shutting the laptop closed. You let out a breath.

You and Ethan hadn’t lived together before the Baker’s but you were having a hard time being away from each other. So he moved into your place for the meantime. He was liking it more than he cared to admit. People were still giving their thanks about Mia and he was already in your bed.

But he couldn’t bring himself to leave. Everytime he left you alone he would get stressed out. He meant it when he said he wasn’t going to leave you alone. Maybe one day but...not yet.

“Are you going to bed?” you muttered.

“Yeah.” You put your head on his chest.

“Alright you’ve convinced me to go to bed with you.” He chuckled and let you go so that you could both lay down. You looked at him as you both laid on your pillows, after turning the lamps out. He moved a piece of hair out of your face and calmly let out a sigh.

“Goodnight Ethan. I hope the sleeps better than the trailer.” He smiled, closing his eyes.

“We should have asked them to save that trailer. I kinda miss it.” You scoffed. He laughed a bit and put his arms around you. You fell asleep beside each other, dreaming of something better than the Bakers.

#ethan winters x reader #resident evil imagines #ethan winters imagines

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luvrlou · 3 years

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Masterlist

Bill Denbrough

Richie Tozier

"Please cuddle me all day"

Summary: Your boyfriend Richie comes over to hang out with you but all you want to do is sleep.

Eddie Kaspbrak

Beverly Marsh

Ben Hanscom

Mike Hanlon

Stanley Uris

Henry Bowers

Reginald “Belch” Huggins

Victor Criss

Patrick Hockstetter

Seaquest DSV

Lucas Wolenczak

Happy Couple

Summary: On Captain Bridger’s tour of the SeaQuest he meets Y/N and Lucas, the only teenagers, and the only ones who can sustain a healthy relationship.

Newsies 1992

Jack Kelly

Spot Conlon

Surprises on Set (Gabriel Damon x Reader)

Summary: Max flys Y/N out to Universal Studios to visit her boyfriend, Gabriel Damon, who has been very moody lately.

David Jacobs

Racetrack Higgins

Kid Blink

Skittery

Mush

MCYT

Dreamwastaken

Georgenotfound

Sapnap

Karl Jacobs, Sapnap and Quackity streaming with a scottish!reader

Wilbursoot

Fundy

Karl Jacobs

Karl Jacobs, Sapnap and Quackity streaming with a scottish!reader

Quackity

Karl Jacobs, Sapnap and Quackity streaming with a scottish!reader

Tubbo

Tommyinnit

Cuddles with Tommy include

Angel

Summary: Tommy complains about Y/N’s new nickname for him.

Chill Stream

Summary: Sbi, Tubbo, Dream and George gushing over Tommy and Y/N being couple goals

Come see the stars

Summary: Tommy takes his best friend stargazing.

Nihachu

Ranboo

The Outsiders

Ponyboy Curtis

Dating Ponyboy Curtis Would Include:

Sodapop Curtis

Dallas Winston

Johnny Cade

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Luna Lovegood

Draco Malfoy

Ginny Weasley

Back to the Future

Marty McFly

George McFly

Lorraine Baines

The Mighty Ducks

Charlie Conway

Spy Deal

Summary: Coach Orion has a little job for his younger sister

Adam Banks

Guy Germaine

Ken Wu

Luis Mendoza

Dean Portman

Fulton Reed

Dream a Little Dream

Bobby Keller

Dinger Holfield

Dating him would include

What are my Flaws

Summary: After being invited to a party some truths come out after a silly drunken conversation.

Goonies

Mikey Walsh

Clarke “Mouth” Deveraux

Andy Carmichael

Clueless

Cher Horowitz

Dionne Davenport

Defending Jacob

Jacob Barber

Malcolm in the Middle

Malcolm Wilkerson

Reese Wilkerson

Nail Polish

Summary: Y/N finds Reece's many bottles of nail polish and paints his nails.

Unexpected

Summary: A sworn enemy sparks a romance at a Halloween party?

Miraculous Ladybug

Adrien Agreste

They're Whipped

Summary: Head canons about some miraculous characters being whipped for you.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Nino Lahiffe

They're Whipped

Summary: Head canons about some miraculous characters being whipped for you.

Luca Couffaine

Chloe Bourgeois

They're Whipped

Summary: Head canons about some miraculous characters being whipped for you.

Félix Graham de Vanily

The Black Phone

Vance Hopper

Finney Blake

Bruce Yamada

Billy/Paperboy

Robin Arellano

Sidemen + Friends

KSI

Wroetoshaw

What Happens in Mykonos Stays in Mykonos

Summary: After a drunken night of clubbing Harry and Y/N exchange some intoxicated words.

Behzinga

Vikkstar

Zerkaa

Miniminter

TBJZL

Calfreezy

Drunk on Cam

Summary: Cal and his girlfriend have a bit too much fun helping Tobi film his video.

"Y/N and Cal being our favourites"

Summary: If a fan made a compilation of Cal and Y/N's best moments.

Stephen Tries

Twitter

Summary: A little twitter thread

Harry Pinero

Yung Filly

Ginny & Georgia

Matt press

Get Out Of Your Own Way

Summary: Matt Press can never seem to get out of his own way.

Marcus Baker

Abby Littman

Young Zion Miller

Young Joe

Beta Squad

Chunkz

KingKennyTv

Niko Omilana

Cutie Patooties

Summary: Niko's day seems to lighten up incredibly after a certain guest is invited into the studio.

Sharky

Aj Shabeel

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snxffer-tv · 3 years

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I will fulfill this request. Hope you enjoy

It is a Lucas Baker x Gender Natural Reader.

You are a bit chubby bare with it.

English is not my first language, there will be some mistakes.

Y/N (your name)

H/C (hair color)

F/C (favorite color)

F/O (favorite Outfit)

XV.I.MMXXI 6pm

Y/N P.O.V.

I finally did it. I completed Resident Evil 7 Biohazard for the 5th time. Yes for the 5th time. I only played it so much because of Lucas. He is hot. I love him so much. I only find it sad that he was killed at the end. I'm bored and it is only 6pm ... Should I play it again? Mhm... Yeah, Imma play it again.

XVI.I.MMXXI 10pm

I was playing Resident Evil 7 Biohazard until ,,Y/N GO GET SOME SLEEP IT IS 10PM" My mother suddenly burst into my room. ,, Okay chill" I turned off my Pc. Before I went to bed I looked out my window and saw a shooting star. I wished that I was in Resident Evil 7.

The next morning

XVI.I.MMXXI 6am

Y/N P.O.V

,, Y/N Wake up" I heard Ethan say ... WAIT ETHAN. I suddenly woke up and looked around. I saw that I was not in my room. I stood up and looked around in the room and saw on the closet my F/O with my F/C on it. 'You Are The Sibling Of Ethan Winters' I heard a voice say in my head. 'Cool ... Wait that means I am in Resident Evil' 'Yes you are to be exact in Resident Evil 7 Biohazard' I just smiled to myself. I went to the closet and put on my outfit. After I put it on I went downstairs. ,, Ah you are finally here" Ethan said. I just nodded. ,, Today we are going to investigate the house of the Bakers!" 'Hey, then there is gonna be a chance to meet Lucas. I finally gonna meet him".

At the Bakers House

Lucas P.OV.

Tch Ethan Winters is gonna be here today or more like the next days. Evie and I need to stop him. Hopefully, I can kill him. I pretty much don't like him.

Y/N P.O.V.

I'm with Ethan at the Bakers House. It looks more cooler irl than in the Game. I love the House. Ethan and I went into the house. ,, Okay so where do we wa-" I cut myself off and I realized ... that Bastard is gone. He is not beside me anymore. ' Well looks like I have to go by myself '. I walked upstairs to Lucas's room. I went through his door room and was stunned. It is everything like in the game. I was so in my own world that I didn't hear how the door opened again. ,, Hey who are you" a voice asked. I was straddled and looked behind me and who was standing there ... LUCAS BAKER. I didn't how to react should I fangirl, scream or just faint. I just stood there. ,, Hello?!?!" Lucas waved his hand in front of my face. ,, Ah Hi" I only said. ,, I asked you a question" ,, My name is Y/N Winters, and my brother is Ethan Winters" I introduced myself. ,, Huh?! He has a sibling?" Lucas said. I only nodded. ,, Wow never knew this. Shouldn't you be with your brother?" Lucas asked me. ,, Well I wanted to ask where we want to start but he was already gone so I decided to explore and now here we are talking" I told him. ,, Does he even realize that he left you alone?" ,, Probably but I think he doesn't give a fuck about it. He doesn't need to baby me every time. I mean I am grown up and I can take care of myself" Lucas nodded just.

Ethan P.O.V.

Tf is wrong with this house. I just fought an angry guy named Jack Baker. I also realized that I left my sibling alone ... Nah they can take off themselves. But I'm scared of what is more going on here plus if they survive. I hope I will see them alive.

(A time skip where Lucas locks Ethan in that room where you have to do that Birthday Task)

Y/N P.O.V.

Here am I standing beside Lucas who has cameras on my brother who is trying to escape that room. I laughed a bit by seeing Ethan struggling. ,, You like seeing brother struggle escaping the room" Lucas asked me. ,, Yes but I also feel bad, but hey I can't do anything, can I?" I talked back. ,, WHY THE FUCK IS IT SO DIFFICULT!" we both heard Ethan scream. We both just started laughing. ,, Oi oi oi you know where my sibling is?" Ethan asked Lucas. I looked at Lucas if I can talk to him. He nodded. ,, I am here and if you ask me, I am fine, and yeah noth-" I suddenly stopped since I felt a slap on my ass. I looked behind me and saw Lucas with a grin on his face. ,, What it looks good" Lucas just whispered. ,, Did you just slap my sibling on the ass?!" Ethan asked more angry. I wanted to say no but Lucas interference and told proudly yes. And now Ethan is throwing a tantrum. ,, I don't know if he is a grown-up or a man child" I said to Lucas

#lucas baker #x gender neutral reader #re7 biohazard #lucasbakerxgenderneutralreader #lucasbakerxgnreader #re7 #resident evil

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tteokggukk · 4 years

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let’s fall in love for the night → kth

✳ pairing: taehyung x reader

✳ genre: college au, fluff, slow burn

✳ warnings: none! just pure fluff

✳ words: 9.4k

✳ a/n: hello! this was inspired by finneas’ song let’s fall in love for the night, which just really made me think of taehyung while listening. this is my first oneshot and also the first time i’ll be posting my writing so i’d really appreciate some feedback so i know how i can improve! thank you and i hope you enjoy!

S T O R Y P L A Y L I S T:

1. Let’s Fall in Love for the Night // FINNEAS

2. I Fall in Love Too Easily // Chet Baker

3. Realize // Colbie Caillat

4. Ain’t Together // King Princess

5. Lay Me Down // Sam Smith

6. Dreams // Fleetwood Mac

"It'll be fun, you know."

Kate says in an imploring tone at her hundredth attempt at trying to get you to join a party your other friends had planned. "It'll just be with people we know, and maybe a couple others but— you know how Justin is. Come on, please?" She looks at you with begging eyes while clutching onto different pieces of clothing she planned on trying out.

You were lying in your bed contemplating whether or not you should click on one more episode of (your favorite show) or give in and get out of your comfortable pajamas. Your best friend knew you didn't want to choose the latter, but you knew better that she never took no for an answer.

"I don't see what's more fun than being in bed right now," you groaned as you shut your laptop and stood up, walking over in front of the mirror as if staring at it would help you decide what to do. It’s been a while since you’ve last been to a party. Crowds and loud music were only fun to a certain extent, one that doesn't last very long, and you were pretty sure Kate was going to end up leaving you later in the night until she needed someone to hold her hair up while she puked in a bathroom stall.

But then again, winter break was only days from now and you'd be going off to travel with your cousins to places in Europe. It was a break you needed—a break from college and stress. All you could look forward to was the comfort of being around people you were free to be yourself around. Though this meant you wouldn't have any time to hang out with Kate and you certainly didn't want to leave without spending time with her, especially since you never come with her to parties anymore.

"Yet there you are getting ready anyway," You could hear her smile in victory as she spoke, making you roll your eyes.

"Just this once," you glance back at her before entering the bathroom to shower, silently regretting your decision.

Forty-five minutes later, you were done getting ready and Kate was waiting for you by the door frame of your shared dorm room. The only good thing about going out to party was that you always rocked the clothes you wore, and tonight you couldn't help but feel yourself in your tight black dress and combat boots. You took your keys from your drawer and you both headed out. You got in the driver's seat while Kate rode shotgun.

It was six in the evening, the sky faded into a deep blue mixed with purple and the stars were close to lighting up. The view nearly tempted you to drop the whole party and just go on a drive, until you remembered you were with Kate who was more than happy that you finally went with her after her endless invitations.

"I'm glad you listened to me for once," she says, head nodding to the sound of her music.

"I don't know if I should be happy or scared that I did," you chuckled, though you already knew your answer.

"Y/n, parties aren't so bad. You gotta learn to loosen up," Kate shakes your shoulder, "Plus, you need this. You haven't gone out much and had fun since Lance."

"I think I'm already a loosened up person, thank you very much," You glanced at her with a sarcastic smile, "And Lance? Lance who?"

Kate laughs at this, and from the corner of your eye you could see her shaking her head before looking out the window.

"You're over him, then?" She asks.

"It's been like, six months, Kate. At this point I'm just a loser if I haven't gotten over him," you laughed to yourself knowing full well how convincing you sound, you almost believed it.

Lance, that idiot cheater, you thought. You were over him, but that didn't mean there wasn't a slight pang in your chest at the mention of his name and at the thought of what he did. It wasn't him you were bothered with; it was the experience of being cheated on. It made you question your own worth, and sometimes even your existence.

But that was months ago, and right now there was really no time to get hung up over a guy. You've practically given up on whatever chances of love you thought you'd ever find when you broke up with him, you decided it was time to give some more time for yourself.

"I'm proud of you. Who knows, maybe tonight you'll meet your next prince!" Kate giggled a little menacingly, it almost scared you.

"Maybe."

You doubted it.

When you got to the house, it was exactly how you imagined it. Loud and trashed. You could already feel the bass from the blaring music being played and you weren't even out of your car yet. It made you feel slightly anxious, already sensing something stirring up in your stomach, your heart racing and your palms sweating.

Kate looks at you as if waiting for some kind of confirmation, probably sensing you didn't really feel okay. "You good?"

You didn't want Kate to feel guilty, nor did you want to kill the mood, so you decided to do what was best which meant having to go inside and get the night over with.

"Yeah, let's go."

When you both got out of the car, the noise only got louder and you could hear the sound of teenagers laughing. Before you could enter the place, you recognized a guy walking towards the two of you with a smile, first giving Kate a side hug before moving to you to give you one as well. It was Nick from your chemistry class and one of your friends. He gave you a surprised look and a smile before turning back to Kate.

"This is the first time in a while you brought y/n with you!" He says enthusiastically, "It's great you finally came!"

"It took me a lot of convincing," Kate says.

"I'm not gonna be here over the break, so I figured why not," You nod as you spoke. Nick was a good guy, he was smart and friendly, he pretty much knew everyone around the whole campus.

"It's good you could make it, Min-Jun's been wailing thinking you'd never come," Nick laughed. You gave Kate a look at the mention of Min-Jun's name, her eyes turning slightly wide. You could tell she knew something, but this wasn't the time and place to confront her. Nick places his arm around and you before telling you both to come inside and try the drinks.

It stuck in your head, though, the fact that you felt like Kate and the others had this all planned.

The house was huge and close to being crowded, but there was just enough space to walk in. You recognized most of the people from your batch and some of them looked as shocked as Nick to see you, though just as happy as they offered a wave while some even called your name.

"Where are the others?" Kate asked, referring to both your group of friends.

"They're over at the back, follow me." Nick leads you both to the backyard, revealing a huge pool surrounded by your friends along with some guys who also went to the same class as you but never had the chance to talk to. You made eye contact with one of them, specifically the tall, familiar guy who had black—maybe even dark brown hair, sharp eyes, wearing a black, rose printed dress shirt and black pants. He had the same classes as you but you couldn't recall a time you've ever had a proper conversation with him, the most you could remember was when he needed to borrow a pen or whenever he’d give it back. The eye contact might have been a little too long, so you quickly averted your attention to the others.

I didn’t know the Kim Taehyung went to parties with my friends.

Taehyung and his friends had a reputation for being popular with everyone. Unlike his friends who were more sociable and outgoing, Taehyung was much more reserved. He didn’t go out much either, nor did he date often, but his serious exterior gave off a mysterious aura that most girls (and even some guys) couldn’t resist.

Everyone else was visibly surprised to see you, and it’s safe to say it was a pleasant surprise as they all greeted you warmly, easing the anxiety you had previously felt. All that was gone by now and is replaced by the feeling of comfort around the people you knew.

Min-Jun caught your eye and even with the dim lighting you could tell he turned into a deep shade of red.

"Y/n! I can't believe you actually made it," Jen, one of your close friends, gave you a side hug.

"This is the first time I've seen you come to a party in years," Justin, the owner of the house and another one of your close friends, gives you a high five.

"Yeah, well, thank Kate," you grinned.

"Min-Jun, why are you suddenly so quiet?" Lucas teases, who also happens to be the guy Kate has a crush on.

"Shut up," Min-Jun bumps Lucas on the shoulder making Lucas laugh before he made his way to you, "Hey, y/n."

"Hey," you greeted awkwardly, forcing a smile. Honestly Min-Jun was a close friend of yours until he started creeping you out. He'd get jealous over Lance when you were still together and always indirectly told you how much you "deserved better" while you dated someone else. He was right, but you found that it felt too invasive and caused you to see him in a different light ever since, and not in a good way. It still didn't stop him from trying to make a move on you.

"Y/n, by the way, these guys are our friends," Justin points towards Taehyung and his friends as the three of them came forward to introduce themselves. "This is Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung, though you might already know them," Justin motions at them, each of them waving and saying "hi", "We have the same classes."

"Hey." You waved back.

"You look great," Jimin grins at you. He was cute, and you couldn't help but smile back.

"He's a massive flirt, so don't fall for that," Jungkook teases, and everyone laughs. Jimin shakes his head but laughs along while their friend, Taehyung, was just sipping on some coke.

"How come we never really see you around Justin's parties?" Jimin asks.

"I haven't really gone out to party in months," You told Jimin.

"What happened to your boyfriend? Was it Landon? Lee?" Taehyung asks, holding the can of coke in his hand.

Just as you were about to open your mouth, Min-Jun decided to race with you and answered, "Lance. They broke up like half a year ago, right?" He quickly spoke. Annoyed, you glared at him subtly, hoping he'd get the message.

"Right," was all you could say.

Taehyung just raised a brow and sipped on his coke again while he nodded his head. You were slightly disappointed at what impression you gave off to Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook— the girl who stopped partying solely because she broke up with her boyfriend, but right now what bothered you most was the way Min-Jun stood right next to you, beer in his hand, looking at you as if he had the right to speak for you. You didn't want to cause a scene, but man did this irk you.

"We should head back inside before we run out of drinks," Justin announces and everyone follows.

Before you got in the house, you could swear you saw Taehyung glancing your way. Or it might've been your imagination, so you decide not to think much of it.

In the kitchen, you waited for Kate as you stood next to the punch bowl while you watched as she flirted with Lucas. You took a glass of punch, leaning on the counter while looking around the place. Min-Jun wasn't in sight, what a relief, you thought, but you also saw Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin surrounded by quite the number of girls. Jimin seemed to be quite flirty, Jungkook only nodding his head while someone spoke to him, and Taehyung sat on the couch’s arm rest, just scrolling away on his phone.

Kate finally noticed you and walked over.

"Why didn't you tell me Min-Jun was gonna be here?" You asked, arms folded.

"Cause I knew you weren't gonna come if I did," She whined, "I'm sorry. The others wanted you to come too, you know."

"You know how uncomfortable I am around him, Kate."

"Look, I'm really sorry, okay?" Kate held both your arms, "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

From behind Kate, you could see Taehyung making his way over your area. He looked at you, causing your brows to raise so you looked back at Kate.

"Fine," you sighed.

"Yay! Thank you, y/n," Kate pulled you in for a hug. Taehyung was looking at you both before proceeding to fill his red cup with punch. Kate must've noticed him as well because she began to pull away from your short hug.

"Justin says we should all go to his room to play a game. The others are already there. You should come," she takes your hand and then looks at Taehyung, "Taehyung, you should come too!" Taehyung nods at this while gulping down the drink.

The three of you headed upstairs to the second floor. There were people playing games on different consoles while taking shots, people making out— it was like a whole 'nother party. Kate walked ahead into Justin's room while you lagged behind with Taehyung in front of you.

Taehyung looked at you as you scanned the area, "Weird how people get used to these things," he comments, making you look.

"My sentiments, exactly."

"Y/n, what are you doing?" The sound of the familiar, irritating voice pierces through your ears. Even through the loud music, his voice manages to be the most annoying sound.

Min-Jun's head pokes out from Justin's door frame. He looks at you then at Taehyung before stepping out to walk in front of you. Taehyung watches Min-Jun with eyes slightly squinted as if he's onto him.

"You're hanging out with him?" He asks.

You couldn't make a scene. This guy's never seen you angry, and you weren't going to risk for people to see that either.

"I was just heading inside," you smiled politely and walked past Min-Jun to head in Justin's room, Taehyung following behind you.

Everyone was sat in a circle and there was a bottle placed in the middle. You knew where this was a going and you weren't sure if this was a good idea. From what you could tell, everyone in the room was way more buzzed than you. Could you really handle this game without being drunk?

You sat on the empty space next to Jen, but Min-Jun found his way next to you. Taehyung sat opposite from you where he started talking to Jimin and Jungkook.

"Great, everyone's here. You know how the game works, spin the bottle and whoever it lands on has to go in the closet with the next person," Lucas explains.

"Seven minutes might not be enough though," Min-Jun whispered in your ear and smirked, making you very uneasy. You wished you could switch spots with someone else, but at least sitting next to Min-Jun could lower your chances of being paired with him.

Yet you weren't the only one who felt like strangling the boy next to you. Taehyung felt it too.

Several spins and unnerving whispers from Min-Jun later, the bottle finally landed on you. Your eyes went wide as everyone began chanting your name. Your luck has gone so well for the whole of the game, you thought for sure it would end without the bottle landing on you— but it did, and Min-Jun took this opportunity to quickly spin the bottle, thinking it would land on him and that he'd be the guy to enter the closet with you.

But it didn't land on him.

It landed on Taehyung.

You could feel the anger radiating off of Min-Jun as he tried to keep his cool. Taehyung gave you a look that seemed as if he was asking for your consent. All you wanted was to get as far away from Min-Jun as possible, so you stood up.

"Y/n's down for it!" They shouted. Even Taehyung's own friends started applauding.

Taehyung stared at you as you walked into the closet, him following behind but not missing the chance to send a mocking smirk at Min-Jun. The door closed behind the two of you and there was nothing inside except the closet lights, a bunch of coats, and just enough room for two.

"Seven minutes, you guys!" Justin slurred behind the door.

Silence.

"I really wanna get out of here," you sighed to yourself and ran your hand through your hair as you leaned on the walls of the closet.

"You wanna call it quits? I could talk to Justin," Taehyung asks, his hand already on the knob.

"No! No," You chuckled, slightly feeling bad, "Sorry, I meant this whole party."

Taehyung smiles shyly, "Oh, sorry."

He had a different aura now than he did earlier.

"Same though," He spoke quietly, "I was dragged here by my friends, as always."

You let out a breathy laugh, "I was forced to come here as well." You looked around the closet, realizing the whole purpose of getting in here was to have a seven-minute make-out session. Taehyung probably heard you gulp nervously, so he looked at you with a fond smile, "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, don't worry."

What a relief.

Taehyung leans on the wall opposite you so he's facing you. "Maybe it's not my place to say, but your friend, Min-Jun, was it?" He starts, making your left brow raise, "Seems like he's been trying to impress you all night."

You snicker, "He makes me uncomfortable."

"You're good at hiding it, but I could tell," He gives you a sympathetic smile, "Sorry you have to put up with that."

You had to admit he was already extremely attractive from afar, but he's deadly up close. His skin looked so smooth and his eyes were so captivating. You noticed he had both a monolid and a double eyelid, then you shifted to his nose and noticed a little mole. His eye had it too, and so did his mouth.

It was like God put a whole constellation in him. It fascinated you.

You must've been staring at him for a long time, because he suddenly snapped his fingers in front of you. It took you by surprise and maybe it was cause of your facial expression, but this made Taehyung laugh.

And his laugh made you laugh.

"You're so annoying," you chuckled.

"Am I? Can I compete for most annoying with Min-Jun?"

"You know, something tells me you'd win," you say sarcastically, earning you a smile from Taehyung.

You were both silent for a moment until he started talking again.

"I know this seems too sudden, but do you wanna get out of this place?" He asks.

"Like, the closet?" You look at him, confused.

"No, out of this party. I know we don't know each other well but I really wanna go out and have more fun," He scratches the back of his head, "And something tells me it'll be exciting with you."

You felt the heat building up on your cheeks at his words. Maybe it was the punch talking, but for some reason you suddenly felt a little more confident. Whatever it was, you just had to blame the punch for the words that were about to slip from your mouth within the next few seconds.

"Do you wanna go on a date with me?" You blurted, "Just for tonight, though, then we forget it all in the morning."

You couldn't believe what you just did right now.

Taehyung only smiled, his eyes turning into crescents before saying the words, "I'd love to."

Seven minutes were almost up, but you and Taehyung rushed out of there as fast as you could. For a brief moment you could hear the others shouting 'Hey! It isn't over yet!'. Then you saw Min-Jun standing up in shock while Taehyung ran to the door, his friends Jungkook and Jimin shouting 'What's going on?' as you tossed your car keys to your best friend Kate, screaming 'I'm sorry!' before finally running to Taehyung, who was waiting by the door frame.

You took one last glance at everyone knowing full well you had a lot of explaining to do tomorrow, but you had to start running because Min-Jun, Kate, and Justin were suddenly following the two of you.

Taehyung took your hand as you both ran down the stairs, trying to squeeze your way out of the crowd. When you were near the door, you heard Min-Jun scream your name though you never bothered to look back. Taehyung held your hand tightly until you were both in front of his car. You quickly got in and rode shotgun and he immediately stepped on the gas, leaving no time for the others to catch up.

The feeling of your heart pounding in your chest and the rush of adrenaline caused by the chase was the most fun you've had in months, and it was all thanks to the guy who you barely even talk to in all your classes. You looked over at Taehyung who had on a wide, toothy smile, panting as he drove.

"That was crazy!" He shouted.

"That was actually fun!" You breathed out, "I can't believe we really did that."

"I know! The way you threw your keys at Kate! That was funny," he laughed and so did you.

You never expected the guy who looked so intimidating to be so spontaneous.

"So wait, where are we heading now?" You asked.

"Anywhere, we'll make the most out of this night," Taehyung grins, "I'm taking you on an adventure before this offer expires in the morning."

"I can't wait," You grin back.

You looked out the window. The sky had already turned black with stars scattered all around it, it was beautiful. You had been so occupied with the party you hadn't noticed it was already 10:45 in the evening, so there weren't much cars on the road. Taehyung drove fast but it didn't scare you, in fact it only excited you more.

"You wanna roll the windows down?" He asked.

"Can I?" You looked at him.

"By all means." He gave you a quick smile before turning his attention back on the road. You smiled and rolled the window down, feeling the wind run through your hair. The way the streetlights illuminated his face made you see him clearly, and though you'd never admit this to yourself you knew he made you flustered.

Taehyung drove for another ten minutes before pulling over at a nearby park. No one was around but it was an open park so you were both free to wander. You both got off the car and Taehyung ran to the slide, a big smile plastered on your face as you watched him. You sat on the swing adjacent to the slide and watched as he went for a second round before walking and sitting on the swing next to you.

"I'm sorry for asking about your ex," he spoke.

You hadn't even thought of it and it didn't bother you, but you found it heartwarming for him to apologize over such a small thing. "Oh don't worry, it didn't bother me. I don’t mind when people ask me questions about him. Thanks, though."

"What are your plans over the break?" You asked, changing the topic.

"Not much. I might go to my family, help them out with the farm," he looked up at the sky.

"You have a farm?"

"Yeah, a strawberry farm," he grinned at you.

"That's so cool, you should bring me some."

"Yeah, I should," He chuckled, "What about you? Any plans?"

"I'm not sure yet," You started kicking the sand on the ground. You lied only because you didn't really want people knowing you were going out of town for a few weeks, and it wasn’t important anyway you thought. You looked over at Taehyung, who was already looking at you.

“Well, I know we only promised this one night but if you ever get bored just know that you can call me.”

You smiled at him, which you found you’ve done quite often tonight, “Maybe I will.”

He started scrolling through his phone and you wondered if he was getting bored. Just as you were about to ask him what else he wanted to do, he stands up and puts his phone down while a song begins to play.

You recognize the song as one of your favorites, Chet Baker’s I Fall in Love Too Easily.

Taehyung was now standing in front of you, offering his hand. You stare at it first before asking, “What?”

“You asked me out on a date, so we’re dating.”

Before you could open your mouth to your defense, he beats you to it.

“For a night, yes, I know. Come on,” he says, his hands inviting yours to hold his. You tried to keep a serious look but you fail as a smile cracks on your face. You take his hand as you stood, then he takes both your hands and places them on his shoulders so he could place his on your waist and he begins to sway you both to the music.

“Didn’t know you had nice taste in music,” You muttered.

“Thank you. If you like it then yours must be wonderful too,” he grins.

It was just the two of you swaying in the night with nothing but the sound of your feet on the sand, the music playing, and the cars that would occasionally pass by. The moon and the stars along with the warm streetlights around the park gave just enough light for you to see him standing inches away from you. You realized the kind of person you’ve been missing out on after all these months. Why haven’t you had the chance to talk to him?

“If you don’t mind me asking, why’d you break up with Lance?” Taehyung asks after a minute of silence.

You look at him, not expecting him to be interested. Or maybe he just wanted to make conversation. You decide not to read into it too much.

“He cheated on me, to make things short,” You nod and his eyes go wide, “But I mean, we only dated for like—five months?”

“However long or short your relationship is doesn’t give him an excuse to cheat,” Taehyung stopped dancing now, his arms were crossed but you kept your hands on his shoulders. Cute, you thought, chuckling.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing, you’re right. I wish he thought the same as you,” You smiled, “Come on, the song’s not over,” you place his arms back on your waist, earning a small smile from him.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that though,” he apologized.

“You sure do apologize a lot for things that aren’t your fault,” You told him, “But it’s fine. I got over him pretty fast, it’s just the experience of being cheated on that really stayed and bothered me.”

“Like a trauma?” He asked.

“Kind of, I guess.”

“Lance is dumber than I thought. I can’t believe he’d let go of someone like you,” He scoffed while you smiled to yourself. The song ends after a few seconds and Taehyung lets go, bowing in front of you. You copy him, making you both laugh, but the sound of your stomach growling makes him laugh even harder. Taehyung takes your hand again and leads you to the car.

“Let’s go get something to eat.”

Taehyung drove you to this small restaurant that he claims sells the best jajangmyeon which you had to try. You couldn’t object, you were hungry and you didn’t have time to play the guessing game when it came to restaurants. Plus, he just looked so happy talking about it, you didn’t want to burst his bubble.

“Wait here,” Taehyung told you before he got off the car. Maybe he was going to check the place first, or talk to the owner and ask if they were still open. You were surprised when you saw him walk to your side of the car and realized he wanted to open the door for you. His hand was extended out to you, waiting for yours to hold his.

“Thanks,” You told him, taking his hand.

“Don’t mention it.”

When you both walked into the restaurant, you almost felt bad because the staff was already packing up and cleaning, the smell of food already faint. But when the staff members saw Taehyung, they all lit up and so did he, greeting each one of them with a wave.

“Auntie, Taehyung’s here!” One of the staff members shouted.

Just then, a short, plump woman who looked like she was in her forties walked out of the kitchen and walked up to Taehyung. She had short, curly hair, and the crinkles in her eyes were evident with the way she smiled.

“Taehyung, it’s so nice to see you. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you here with your friends,” She spoke.

“Ah, yeah. We’ve all been busy with college, but I really missed your food,” Taehyung grinned.

“Well come on, sit down!” she motions for us to sit and offers us a table, “I’ll make you your usual.”

“Ah! For two please,” Taehyung puts two fingers up as he sits down before looking back at you.

One of the staff members began talking to Taehyung in a foreign language while placing down tissues and chopsticks on the table. Taehyung, whose face turned into a deep shade of red, nervously began talking in the same foreign language while picking up his chopsticks to rub them together. The staff member said something back to him, sending Taehyung what you could only assume was a teasing smile. This caused Taehyung to laugh anxiously before replying to the staff.

You looked at him in confusion, but also amazement. You found it so cool the way he was so friendly with the staff and how they were nice to him as well, it was even cooler when you heard him speak in Korean for the first time. You were mesmerized.

“That was so cool,” You spoke, sounding as if you’d been holding your breath the entire time.

“What is?” He asks, dumbfounded.

“Just now. The staff here knows you and you speak Korean? That’s amazing, your voice sounds so nice in Korean.”

His eyes widened, “Wait—you knew it was in Korean… did you understand what we were talking about just now?” Taehyung felt as if his heart was beginning to palpitate. It was an innocent conversation about how the staff member found you pretty and thought you were his girlfriend, and how Taehyung agreed that you were gorgeous indeed, however you two weren’t together.

“No, I just recognized the language. Plus, there’s a small Korean flag outside this restaurant. One would notice,” You spoke blankly, “Why? What was it about?”

“Oh,” was all he could say before coming up with an excuse, “He just told me that it’s late and we shouldn’t overeat or we’ll get nightmares.” That was a fast excuse, I deserve an award for that, he thought.

You may not have known him enough, but it was easy to tell he was lying by the way he wasn’t looking at you properly. Maybe it was a personal thing, so you decided not to push his buttons and pry. Soon enough, your food came and both your mouths were watering. It smelled delicious, and you couldn’t wait to dig in. Taehyung let you taste it first to see if you’d like it, and you did.

“Do you come here often?” You asked him.

Taehyung took a sip of water, “Yeah, I used to. I think the last time I went here was two months ago, with Jungkook and Jin, our older friend.”

“You’ve seen Jungkook and Jimin, right?” He asked to which you nodded. “We’d come here with four of our other friends, they’re all seniors in college now.”

“It’s nice that you have lots of friends.”

“Yeah, they’re great. You should meet them sometime, I have a feeling they’ll like you,” he says, giving you a grin you were starting to feel accustomed to. You smiled at the thought of him wanting you to meet his friends.

When you were both done eating, you took your wallet out and asked Taehyung how much the food was so you could split. No matter how hard you insisted to pay for your food, he was more persistent in paying for everything, so he did. Taehyung thanked the lady who owned the restaurant and so did you before you both walked back into the car.

“Are you up for some karaoke?” Taehyung asks.

“Yeah, of course! Let’s go,” You beamed.

The twenty-minute car ride was spent with you and Taehyung not-so-seriously singing to a bunch of songs from the 2000s as well as original soundtracks from cartoons you both watched as children. You’d laugh every now and then whenever Taehyung would try to copy the female voices and Taehyung would poke fun at you for trying to imitate voices with lower ranges.

Taehyung was enraptured with how you were able to hang out with him like he was an old friend of yours. You were fun to be around, and he wanted to take every opportunity he could to make this feeling of elation you caused to last because he knew things would probably change in the morning. Prior to your party-turned-date-night, he already had a hunch he’d have a great time with you. What he didn’t expect that as the hours passed, you were turning out to be so much more.

“We’re here!” Taehyung exclaimed after he finished parking, “Wait inside.” He got off the car and you laughed to yourself knowing he was going to open the door again for you. This time you took his hand before he could give you his. He looked surprised at first but not even half a second later that was replaced by a wide, boxy smile you found endearing.

As you walked in, you noticed how well-lit and alive the whole place was at night. You barely come to Karaoke Bars, the last time you went was in high school when you and a couple of your friends tried sneaking drinks but failed because you were minors. It wasn’t the most exciting experience, at least this time around you didn’t need to sneak around anything.

“For two, please.” You heard Taehyung tell the person behind the counter.

“Would you like any food and drinks?” The lady asks.

“Want anything?” Taehyung asks, looking back at you.

“Any is fine,” You told him, but really you’ve been eyeing the spicy wings on their menu. Taehyung looks at what you were staring at and quietly laughs to himself.

“We’ll take the spicy chicken platter and 2 bottles of fruity soju, please.”

This was the absolute bare minimum, yet your heart couldn’t resist leaping after hearing Taehyung order the wings you had your eyes on. Had he noticed? If he did, he was only making you fall deep without you even realizing.

You both entered the room. It was square, and it looked slightly smaller than a studio apartment. Two songbooks were placed on a table in the middle of the room and there was a long couch that faced the television. For some reason, the magenta lighting made it feel like it was an intimate space.

Taehyung plopped himself onto the couch and took one songbook. You followed him and sat down, careful to leave a distance of at least one foot between the two of you.

"Here, you should sing," he hands you the songbook.

"I think I'm gonna wait for the soju first before I can sing, thanks," you placed the songbook on his lap, and as if on cue, a lady knocks in and walks into the room holding a tray of spicy chicken on a plate and two bottles of soju with two shot glasses.

Taehyung thanked the lady while you stared at nothingness, silently cursing this unlucky timing. He laughs while reaching over for the bottle of soju, opening one and pouring you both a shot.

"You said you needed one before you could sing, so here you go," he hands you a shot glass and you glare at him, taking the glass from his hand and downing it in one go. He raises his brow in amazement, letting out a breathy laugh before downing his shot.

"Give me that," you held your hand out for the songbook. You scanned the pages, looking for a specific song. You were the kind of person who wanted to relate to what you were saying, the kind who wished people could read between the lines and realize there was a meaning to whatever song you chose.

So you picked Realize by Colbie Caillat.

You looked at Taehyung hesitantly before standing up. Would he notice? Maybe he'll think it was just one of your favorites. Maybe he won't even think about it. Either way, there was no turning back now as you've already entered the numbers.

"I just want you to know, I am by no means a singer," you warned.

"In our date, there's no room for judgement," he grinned, visibly awaiting your performance as he watched you while he rests his head on his hand.

The lyrics popped up on screen and you began to sing.

Take time to realize

That your warmth is

Crashing down on me

Taehyung leaned forward from his seat the moment he heard your voice. You lied, he thought, you were most definitely a singer. His heart began to race for the nth time tonight, but this was different. You've got him wrapped around your finger, and he knew. Your voice was the final thing that trapped him into the pit of feelings he's been falling deeper and deeper into throughout the night. It didn't help that he was the type of person to really analyze every line from a song, wondering if there was some hidden message behind your song of choice.

He couldn’t help but wish that song was meant for him.

If you just realize what I just realized

Then we'd be perfect for each other and we'd never find another

He was captivated by you. When Taehyung realized he'd been thinking of you and just you, he had to snap out of it by downing a shot.

By the time the song ended, you felt your knees go weak and your hands were trembling. You took a shot of soju hoping it would calm your nerves and placed the microphone on the table. "I can't believe I just sang." I can't believe I just sang a song like that.

"I can't believe you lied to me," Taehyung tried to play it cool, "You have a beautiful voice."

Singing wasn't something you could easily do in front of people. As much as possible, you wanted to keep that hobby to yourself. You never really had the confidence to let people listen to you, but hearing those words from Taehyung felt like an affirmation. You were touched.

"Thanks," you gave him a soft smile, "That actually means a lot."

"You have to sing one more," he begged.

You raised a brow, "Are you serious?" Taehyung nods at this. You wanted to protest but his eyes made it impossible. How could you say no to him?

"Fine, but you're singing after me."

Before you sang for the second time, you made sure to drink another shot to get rid of your nerves. The next song you chose was Ain't Together by King Princess and you were hoping Taehyung would read the lyrics on screen and realize they were for him and not for the sake of singing.

When you were done, you found Taehyung staring at you. His eyes followed you even when you were already sitting down, you had to snap your fingers in front of him to get him back on earth. When you did, he suddenly dropped his head down the way participants would wake up after being hypnotized.

"Are you okay?" You asked.

He looked back up, only to reveal a smiling face before he reached for the bottle of soju and poured himself a shot, running his hand through his hair. Thoughts of you were devouring him. The alcohol was supposed to help, but it was only stopping him from suppressing his emotions.

"Never better," he told you.

I must be going crazy, he thought to himself.

"I've done two songs, Taehyung. It's your turn now," you handed him the songbook, your fingers accidentally touching. Taehyung took the songbook from you, his heart nervously pounding when he felt your index finger.

You watched his hands as he flipped through the pages, looking at every ring wrapped around on his fingers. Your eyed then trailed to look at his ears and noticed he was wearing several earrings as well. He always did, you figured, but they were way more noticeable now.

"What's your favorite song?" Taehyung asked, leaning on you a bit. Your faces were suddenly inches apart; you didn't notice how close you were getting as you were inspecting his accessories. Taehyung's eyes grew wide, so you quickly leaned back.

"Uhm, Dreams by Fleetwood Mac," you tried saying nonchalantly trying to ignore the warmth on your cheeks because of that brief moment.

"Oh, sorry, I don't know that. Any faves from Sam Smith?"

You laughed, "Lay Me Down, definitely."

"Perfect," he began typing the numbers and the song appeared on screen, "I actually know this song."

"Are you gonna serenade me?" You teased.

He stood up from his seat and held the mic in his hand. Funny how the microphone seemed to belong in his grasp. If he weren't majoring in (your major), he would probably do well as a performer.

"I intend to," He smirks, "I'm gonna make you fall in love with me with my voice, darling."

Those words sent your heart jumping and you had to restrain yourself from touching your cheeks to cool them. Thank goodness Taehyung's eyes were now fixated on the screen waiting for the lyrics to come out, or else he would've seen you fanning yourself with your hand trying to cool down.

Yes, I do, I believe

That one day I will be, where I was

Right there, right next to you

Your mouth dropped at Taehyung’s deep and velvety voice. You always knew his voice was deep—it was evident in the way he talked, you just didn’t expect he’d turn out to be an impressive singer.

And it's hard, the days just seem so dark

The moon, and the stars, are nothing without you

Your touch, your skin, where do I begin? Taehyung turned to face you as he sang, making you flustered. He might’ve been joking about making you fall in love with his voice, but right now you were certain that you no longer took it as a joke—you could easily fall for him right then and there. Maybe you already have. It was even harder to resist with the way he had his eyes set on you, only emphasizing how it was just the two of you in the room. His soulful voice made you feel something—an inexplicable leaping feeling in your chest.

Soon the song ended and Taehyung placed the microphone back on the table before sitting back down, the distance between you two measuring at only half a ruler. Maybe it was the alcohol kicking in, but you could swear you were within an ace of losing the filter from your mouth. All you needed was one more shot.

So you took one.

"You didn't tell me you were such a great singer," You spoke while you rested your elbow on the couch.

Taehyung laughed at this, though his laugh sounded deeper than it did earlier, "I told you I'd make you fall for me with my voice,” he says as he reaches for his shot glass.

"Is this how you get girls, then?" You teased, placing your glass back on the table. Cause it’s working on me.

He laughed again, shaking his head, "No."

"Then how?" The question comes out in a more serious manner than you had originally intended.

“Why?” He places his glass back on the table before looking straight at you, his warm eyes turning to an even darker, more alluring shade of brown. "Do you want me to show you?" He asks looking straight at you, head tilting coyly and his voice treacherously deeper than it normally sounds.

A small bead of sweat began to form on your forehead. Show you what, exactly? Though you were curious about his ways of picking up women, you weren't exactly sure if you were ready to find even more reasons to like him. For a split second you caught his eyes traveling down to your lips before making eye contact with you again. Perhaps your mind was playing tricks on you, or maybe it was the soju, but you almost felt him leaning into you.

Time was moving painstakingly slow, but before you could decide whether or not you wanted to find out what was going to happen next, you anxiously clear your throat and decide to shift the topic to the spicy chicken platter that you both have barely touched.

"I-is the spicy chicken here good? We haven’t even touched it and it’s probably getting cold."

Taehyung was only teasing and though he’d never admit it out loud, he noticed the way a blush formed at your cheeks and how flustered you were at his question. It has to mean something, he thought. He never imagined he’d ever relish in the fact that he had the capacity to affect you in that way.

He uncontrollably grinned to himself as he watched you take a bite from a chicken wing.

A few more songs and chicken wings later, you and Taehyung decided to get out of the Karaoke Bar and drive to a nearby beach to stroll around. You appreciated how consistent he was with opening the car door for you, even when you tried to argue that you could open it for yourself.

"It's a date, y/n. Even if it was storming, I wouldn't let my date open the car door for herself."

The way he reminded you each time that you were both on a date made you regret telling him it was something you could both forget in the morning.

It was cold and the breeze made it even colder. Thankfully, Taehyung had an extra jacket in his car to lend knowing your black dress wouldn’t be enough to keep you warm. As you walked you would breathe into your hands and rub them together to keep them warm. Taehyung noticed this, worrying your enjoyment would be compromised because of the temperature.

"Do you wanna go someplace warmer?" He asked.

"No, I like it here," you smiled.

He looked at you with much concern on his face, you had to convince him you were fine, really. Because you insisted so much that you were alright, he took your hand instead, placing it in his coat pocket. At this point your heart was leaping out of your chest, you found yourself questioning how he could make the absolute bare minimum feel like such a grand gesture.

"Your hands feel like ice,” He told you

“Say it,” You joked, referencing a film.

“You’re a—a vampire,” Taehyung played along, making the two of you laugh.

The whole night with Taehyung really got you thinking. It’s not like you were the type to easily fall for guys, but for some reason Taehyung was different. Nothing felt forced, and you could tell he was just being his genuine self around you. Though he’d call you his date, there was a certain comfort you felt around him, as if he’d been your friend for years—a sense of familiarity you’ve never felt towards anyone else.

“I see people doing this a lot in movies whenever the girl gets cold, but it never really occurred to me until now that it only helps one of your hands,” he comments, making you giggle.

“It’s a sweet gesture, s’all that matters,” you reassured him, making him smile to himself.

The two of you walked along the shore while Taehyung would tell you stories about his childhood and his friends, then he’d tell you jokes that made you laugh really hard, your stomach would ache. In turn you’d also talk about your childhood and how you wanted to be a singer when you were younger but eventually realized you wanted other things. Later on when you both got tired of walking, you decided to lie down on the sand. Talks of childhood memories transitioned to opening up to each other about your own individual worries about the future and random thoughts.

It was so easy to talk to him. It was true when he said there was no room for judgement on your date, and you absolutely loved how you could just be yourself, because now you were really wishing you two had been closer sooner.

“You know, you’ve always seemed a bit intimidating to me,” You spoke.

“I get that a lot,” He sighs, “But so are you.”

“I get that a lot too,” You smile followed by a small laugh, "I just never imagined I'd have this much fun with someone who I can only remember borrows pens from me."

Taehyung laughs, slightly embarrassed, "You have the best pens in class, you know that?"

"You're the only one who actually gives them back, thank you for that."

There was silence for a moment while you two stared up at the sky, the stars were almost fading.

“I wish we got closer sooner," you said quietly.

“Yeah, me too. I guess we just never knew how to properly approach each other,” He takes your hand and begins playing with your fingers, “But better late than never, right?”

“Right,” You smiled.

You wished this night would never end, but you could already feel your eyes drooping as a yawn involuntarily escaped your mouth. You hoped that Taehyung wouldn’t hear, afraid that he’d think it was time to bring you home, but he did and no matter how hard you tried to protest that you weren’t tired yet, he wouldn’t buy it. He laughed as you tried to hold back another yawn before finally helping you up.

“I’ll carry you, get on my back,” He offers, not taking no for an answer.

For the duration of the drive, you struggled to keep your eyes open. Taehyung found it adorable whenever you’d tell him to turn back and find some other place to hang out in, but it was already 4:30 in the morning and most shops and restaurants were closed. “You can sleep, y/n. I’ll still be here when you wake up,” He chuckles. He tried singing you to sleep, but his voice just served another reason why shouldn’t doze off so you could hear it.

The sky was already turning into a lighter shade of blue and the stars were long gone, why couldn’t time move slower?

The car ride was tranquil, just you and Taehyung sharing what a fun experience you both had and how you’ve both never had this much fun with anyone else. Something in you wished he would do something more, though you weren’t exactly sure what. The scenario from the Karaoke room floods back, making you feel slightly embarrassed from what you pictured would have happened. Forty-five minutes later, you finally reached your dorm building. Taehyung, staying as consistent as ever, opens the door for you one last time and walks with you ‘til you reach the outside of your dorm. You were slightly less sleepy now but couldn’t help but feel downhearted that your date had come to an end.

You stared at your room’s door, mentally groaning at all the packing you had to do for your trip along with Kate, who apparently had 86 missed calls and over 200 unread messages in your phone, would probably nag you while you were at it. You didn't really want to go in.

“So,” Taehyung starts, “Date’s over.”

You forced a small laugh to try and disguise the small disappointment you felt because it was over, “Yeah, guess it is.”

Taehyung digs his hands into his pockets, “I had a great time with you.”

“Yeah,” You nodded followed by a sigh, “Taehyung, thank you, really. I haven’t been my best self lately and this date with you was the most fun I’ve had in months. I hope you know this means a lot to me.”

Taehyung had no idea what to say. There were too many thoughts going on in his head and they were all about you and how much he appreciated this spontaneous date you just had, but he didn’t know how to piece them together to tell you how much it all meant to him as well.

A wave of confidence unexpectedly washes over you, "Don't take this the wrong way, but this is just a thank you for being the best date I've had in years." Taehyung watched as you moved closer to him. Your faces only centimeters apart now, you'd think you were the only one whose heart was beating faster than a person racing in a marathon. You stared at each other for only a second before you pulled him in for a hug. He was shocked, but he couldn't help but smile from ear to ear as he wrapped his arms around you. You wished that was enough for a goodbye, but deep down you knew it wasn't.

When you were about to turn your back and open your door, Taehyung took your hand and pulled you back so you were both facing each other.

"This has been overdue since we left that karaoke room," he spoke as he pulled you closer. He stared at your lips before glancing at your eyes to search for any sign of discomfort, but you wanted this just as much as he did you almost asked him to just kiss you already.

And so he finally did. And oh my god, he was a phenomenal kisser. You could both feel each other smiling through the soft kiss, but it wasn't long before you two had to pull away.

"I'll call you. You can keep the jacket," he smiles before letting go of your hand, "See you soon."

"Drive safe."

After he left, you quietly entered your room. You couldn't believe that actually happened. Of course everything just prodded more questions in your head, did he like you? Were you two going to keep this up or will you both really just forget the whole thing when the sun comes up? Immediately you began to regret telling him to forget it all in the morning.

You carefully got in your bed, trying not to wake Kate who was sleeping soundly on the other side of the room. The light from the sun slowly made its way into your dorm, your eyes closing while your thoughts drifted off to the image of your kiss with Taehyung, repeatedly playing in your head before falling asleep.

The date felt like a dream. Maybe Kate was right about finding your prince tonight, only he was much better than that.

It was Kim Taehyung, and you couldn't wait to see him again.

a/n: hello!! if you finished the story, feel free to leave comments so i know how what stuff to improve on!! i’ll be posting stories for fun (just as a “creative outlet”) but i’d also love to receive some feedback. if you liked it, please look forward to my next uploads!

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imaginingmarvelandeverything · 4 years

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Convenience Store Clean Up

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Warnings: Spoilers for season 3, blood and injury

Word Count: 1256

A/N: So, here is part 22 of Nightmares and Bruises. Sorry this is a bit later than I said it would be but I’ve had a very busy two weeks because I had to move out of my uni accommodation. Anyway, I hope you like it even if it is a bit of a filler chapter. The taglist is open so drop me an ask or a comment! I won’t reply to comments because this is a side blog but know that I see and read them all.

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As the cars tore into town, Y/N flashed her lights at Nancy and gestured for her to pull over as they approached a convenience store. El’s leg was bleeding badly and needed to be treated sooner rather than later. Both cars came to a screeching stop outside the shop before everyone got out. Nancy grabbed a rock and threw it through one of the locked, glass doors as Y/N, Mike and Max helped get El out of the car.

They all followed Nancy through the door, Max and Mike supporting El, and made a beeline straight for the first aid aisle. Nancy grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol and gauze.

“Okay, get her down.” Nancy said to Max and Mike. They glanced at each other before gently lowering El to the floor against one of the shelves.

“Okay,” Nancy dropped to her knees by El’s leg. “let me see.” Nancy carefully rolled El’s trouser leg up to reveal the bite.

“Oh shit.” Max exclaimed as everyone else made similar comments.

Blood was oozing out of the puncture wounds and started to run onto the floor. It looked a lot worse than any of them were expecting and was worse than anything any of them had dealt with before.

Nancy started unwrapping some gauze but Max stopped her. “Hey, what-what are you doing?”

“I’m cleaning the wound.” Nancy said reaching for the rubbing alcohol.

“No, first, we need to stop the bleeding, then clean, then disinfect, then bandage.” Max said resting her hand on Nancy’s to stop her, as Nancy looked at her with wide eyes.

“She’s right.” Y/N said dropping down next to them. “Skater kids know best.” She flashed Max a quick smile which Max reciprocated. “So, what do we need to do?” She had some experience cleaning Billy up but it was never as bad as this.

Max laid some of the gauze over the bite and then grabbed Mike’s hand. “Mike hold this. Keep the pressure on it, nice and firm, okay?”

El groaned as Mike did as he was asked.

“We’re going to need water, soap.” Max turned back to Nancy and Jonathan.

“Yeah, okay. Alright.” Nancy said as they got to their feet and went off looking.

A sudden clattering caused them to turn and see Lucas emptying the contents of his back pack all over the floor. “Does any of this help?”

“No! Go get me a wash cloth and a bowl.” Max ordered.

“A bowl?” Lucas repeated.

“Lucas. Go.” Max said sternly.

Will smacked his arm and started walking away, forcing Lucas to follow.

“You need me to do anything?” Y/N asked.

“Bandages and medical tape or something else to secure them.” Max said.

Y/N stood up and walked up to the shelf Nancy had grabbed the gauze from. She grabbed some bandages but there wasn’t any medical tape. She walked back over and handed Max the bandages. “I think I’ve got some medical tape in the kit in my car.”

She walked back outside and opened the boot of the car. As she shifted through all the junk her cast got caught on something and she made a mental reminder to clean it out tomorrow; if they survived the night that was. And it was one big if. It suddenly hit her just how serious this was compared to the other things that they had faced. At least last time everyone was together. This time they had no idea where Joyce, Hopper, Steve and Dustin were. Or where Billy was her brain reminded her.

She pushed the thoughts out of her head as she located the first aid kit. She checked that there definitely was some medical tape before taking the whole thing inside with her. When she got back inside Mike was screaming into the walkie talkie.

“What happened?” Y/N asked as Nancy and Jonathan appeared at the other end of the aisle.

“It was Dustin, he was trying to tell me something about the gate but he kept cutting out.” Mike said.

“El, do you think you’ll be able to find him?” Y/N asked as she dropped to the floor in front of her and opened the first aid kit.

“Yes.” El nodded.

Y/N looked at Nancy. “Get Max, let’s get El’s leg strapped up and then figure out where Dustin is.”

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After they had successfully strapped El’s leg up, they moved her in front of the freezers. Mike found a bandana to use as a blindfold as Nancy and Y/N opened all the freezer door to create a low buzzing noise. Then they all took a few steps back and let El do her thing.

Until Lucas opened a can of new coke.

“Quiet.” Max hissed.

“Oh, sorry.” Lucas whispered back.

“How do you even drink that?” Mike asked in disgust.

“Because it’s delicious.” Lucas said.

“What?” Mike and Max said simultaneously.

Y/N and Nancy shared a glance because they couldn’t believe they were going to have this argument at this time.

“It’s like Carpenter’s The Thing. The original, is a classic, no question about it. But the remake…” Lucas paused to slurp at the coke before giving a contented sigh. “Sweeter, bolder, better.”

“You’re insane.” Mike stated.

“So, you prefer the original Thing?” Lucas asked.

“What? No! I’m not talking about The Thing; I’m talking about new coke.” Mike said.

“It’s the same concept, dude.” Lucas said.

“Uh, actually, it’s not the same concept.” Mike said condescendingly.

“It is the same concept.” Lucas shot back, their voices rising in volume.

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is!”

“Hey!” El yelled as she ripped her blindfold off.

“Sorry.” Mike said.

Prompting Lucas to do the same. “Sorry.”

El just glared at them both.

“Did you… find him?” Mike asked.

“He’s at the movies, in Starcourt.” El said.

“Then let’s go.” Y/N said as she grabbed the first aid kit and her keys.

Lucas grabbed a shopping cart and loaded it with fireworks, which he said could be used against the mindflayer, while Mike helped El up. They loaded the fireworks into both cars before everyone got in as before. Y/N once again pulled out behind Nancy as they set off for the mall.

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It wasn’t too long after they had left that the Camaro pulled up in front of the convenience store. Billy’ boots crunched on the broken glass as he walked into the store. His movement was almost robotic and his eyes were glazed over as he walked past each of the aisles, looking down them to make sure they were clear. He stopped at the end of the first aid aisle as he noticed all the dried blood and medical supplies on the floor. He crouched down and dipped his fingers in the blood that was still on the floor as the mindflayer came to life in his mind once again.

Part 23 (coming soon)

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anxietysslave · 3 years

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Abandoned. (Ethan Winters X Reader)

I haven’t had many ideas lately, but I have gotten this one. So I hope you enjoy! This is also from Resident Evil 7, and could lead to Resident Evil 8 if you guys want a second part.

Warnings: Angst, abandonment,

Y/N means reader

S/N means sister’s name

Bit of background information: You went to the Baker's house to look for your missing little sister. She used to explore abandoned places, and creepy places like forests. She didn’t even know about the house when she was exploring the surrounding forests, but when she found it, she went in unprepared. The last thing you heard from her was when she told you where she was going. You told her not to, but she did it anyway, and that was the last you heard of her.

You were searching for this house for a long time, but you found it. So it was even a miracle you found it. Just like your sister, you went in pretty much unprepared, so now you’ve been stuck. That was, until you met Ethan. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Reader’s point of view:

“Okay, so what you’re saying, is that Mia is... Dead?” I questioned softly as I looked at Ethan. He glanced down. “I-I don’t know... I... I think she is, or at least something is... She... She should’ve been dead a while ago, anyway... What the hell is going on here!?” Ethan exclaimed. I looked away. “Honestly, I’m also unsure. All I know, is we have to find Zoe and get out of here. She’s kept me safe for the last few years that I’ve been here, so I know she can help.” I explained.

“What about S/N...? How have you not seen her, nor Mia?” Ethan questioned. “I saw Mia once, but after that, they locked her up. And my sister, I’m assuming she’s been locked up for a while. You didn’t see her with Mia, which means they probably have her somewhere else.” I responded. Ethan looked down. “But... Are you sure that’s what happened? I mean... If we haven’t found her yet, don’t you... Don’t you think we could be too la-” he started.

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!” I snapped. “If Mia has lived this long, then I know she has as well! And this entire lot is too fucking big to tell! There could be more cells, and we wouldn’t know! So don’t even think about telling me that bullshit!” I growled. He raised his hands up in defense. “I’m sorry. I did not mean to offend you. I was j-” he started.

“I don’t care what the hell you were doing. My sister has to be alive... She wouldn’t be dead.” I denied. “Now, you said that you got the ingredients for the shot, right?” I asked, “Yes, yes I do.” He agreed. I glanced down at the hole. “And since mother is dead, it means the only other person we haven’t found... Is Lucas. The last video clip you saw, showed he had Mia. Which means he has to have S/N as well, so why don’t we go? We probably do not have long!” I exclaimed, as I grabbed his hand.

*Time skip...*

Ethan grabbed Mia’s arm and injected the shot. “I-I see... I see how this is.” Zoe whispered. “I’m sorry, Zoe. I promise I-” He started, “Forget it! Go!” Zoe argued. Ethan sighed. “I really a-” He started. “Oh Y/N, where do you think you’re going?” Lucas’s voice rang. I shot around. “You’ve done well so far, beating my parent’s, and even tricking dear Zoe into trusting you.” He announced.

“But it can’t save you. Nor can it save S/N.” He added. “What?? Where the hell is she!?” I yelled out. “She’s with me. But to get her, come back here~” He suggested. I glanced down. “Otherwise, I’m going to have fun playing games with h-” He started. “Don’t you fucking dare! You do not even think about laying your filthy hands on her! Do you hear me!?” I defended.

“Come on, Y/N. Your sister is not fully there, or is dead... And we have no way to get her back. So the only option, is you should go with Ethan and Mia. You aren’t infected yet, so you still have a chance.” Zoe whispered. “But... I came here for S/N! I can’t just... Leave without her. She shouldn’t have to suffer for that. I mean, what kind of sister would I be!?” I exclaimed quietly.

She looked down sadly. “I’m sorry, but you cannot save her. Because if you try, you’re going to be killed by Lucas. And you know as much as I do that this will not save your sister. She’s gone,” Zoe spoke harshly. “Boo.” Lucas spoke close to me. I yelled out in fear and glanced over to see he was standing right by me. “You wasted your time, so let’s get going, sister/brother.” He growled as he grabbed my arm. He also grabbed Zoe’s arm.

I struggled to break free from him and tried attacking him. “Where are you going, Ethan!?” Mia shouted. I glanced up to see Ethan standing up. “If you try to save them, you’ll get us both killed! Are you going to risk our life for that!?” Mia shouted. Ethan looked down.

“‘We’ll find these people together, right?” I asked Ethan. He smiled. “Of course, but you forgot one detail.” He warned. “What?” I questioned. “We’re getting out together.” He responded. “And I swear on my life that’s going to happen. You’ve been helpful and have been forced into this fucked up situation like me. So we can’t abandon each other, you know?” he pointed out.’“

Ethan looked down. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I can’t come this far, to let Mia go. I swear I’ll get someone to come after you, and save you. But you’ll have to wait.” Ethan decided as he sat back down. I struggled more as tears fell from my eyes. “Ethan!” I screamed out as he turned on the boat. I watched as he drove away while they pulled inside me.

“You should’ve expected that. Hasn’t anyone taught you not to trust people?” Lucas taunted. I paid no attention to him as tears fell from my eyes. “Aw, are you going to cry? You should’ve never trusted Ethan! Now you’ll pay with your sister!” He snarled.

‘He’s right... I shouldn’t have trusted him... He will not come back, I’m stuck here... It won’t be long before Lucas kills me... Ethan, why? You could’ve helped. You had weapons to shoot Lucas. So why did you let him take me? Did you... Did you really use me for this?’

(This is pretty short, so I apologize for it. I don’t know if it’s that good of angst, but I hope it is. Let me know if you want a second part that could lead into RE 8! :) )

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hunnyuwu · 4 years

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❥Started: 7/11/2020

❥Last Updated: 12/16/20

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Series:

Connected [NCT 127]

➪ Summary: Humanity has reduced down to a dystopian wasteland. Women disappear daily, civilians now rely on physical modifications and nodes to feel alive, and the concept of civilization is a far cry from their current state. While the one who reigns supreme is the puppeteer of the state of society, will a small group of men be able to regain some sense of humanity? Or were they doomed for an eternal state of dreary slums?

✈︎✈︎Prologue || Part I || Part II || Part lll

Members:

NCT 127

𝚃𝚊𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚐

❥Bonnie & Clyde : Your ride or die, the love of your life, your partner in crime are a few roles that Taeyong fills in your f*cked up criminal life. But what better way to go out than to be by the one you love the most, even in the most f*cked up ways? [editing]

❥Soulmates? : Maybe, just maybe, Fate never wanted us to be.

𝚃𝚊𝚎𝚒𝚕

𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢

❥Muse : Bruttish, non-ladylike, and manly were only a few ways that your best friend Jaehyun described you. While you wanted to disagree, he definitely did have a strong case at times. You sat with your legs open, stretched like a feral cat, and yawned like a caveman while dumbly scratching your back. Should you you cave in to the societal standards of being ladylike?

𝚈𝚞𝚝𝚊

𝙳𝚘𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐

[12:59 a.m.]

𝙹𝚊𝚎𝚑𝚢𝚞𝚗

❥My Baby Don’t Like It : What went wrong along the way? After everything we had been through, you still chose to leave me? [Jaehyun x Y/N x Mark]

[12:39 a.m]

𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚠𝚘𝚘

𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚔

❥My Baby Don’t Like It : What went wrong along the way? After everything we had been through, you still chose to leave me? [Jaehyun x Y/N x Mark]

❥Wish You Were Here : was this just another phone call for the two of you?

[7:52 a.m.]

𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗

[6:19 p.m.]

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NCT Dream

𝚁𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚗

𝙹𝚎𝚗𝚘

❥Royal Flour : Y/N is the child of a local baker in a small village within the kingdom's vast circle. While everyone in town is in love with Y/N, the poor child seems to never take notice, committing all of her time to perfecting her father's meticulous craft. What happens when the kingdom’s prince first lays his eyes on her?

✈︎✈︎Part I || Part II || Part III

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❥Milk&Coffee Co. : In which Na Jaemin fell, literally and figuratively, for the local barista. [edited]

❥Sucker For You : Jaemin typically has strong feelings once he catches the love bug, and you’re definitely not an exception to that.

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❥To Call You Mine : While you could practically have anyone in the world, there was only one man you could ever see. When would your strict assistant of many years finally see you as a woman, instead of his boss?

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❥It Was Always You : Lucas is back in town and you’re not too sure how your heart will manage...

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There Is No Game Over-

Welcome to the Family

- Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

- Genre: Resident Evil 7!AU, horror, angst, action, violence, slight fluff

- Warnings/Tags: torture cutting scene, characters tied up against will, reader torture gagged, mentally insane characters, cussing, gore, killing scenes, monsters, may need prior Resident Evil 7 knowledge to understand some scenes, life or death scenes, deputy Jungkook, death, weapons mention, argument scene, light jokes, little kissing, feeling of helplessness, sudden ending, Namjoon having to choose between you or other people to save

- Word Count: 6,613 words

- Summary: Being kidnapped by the Bakers always put you on edge when playing Resident Evil 7. Tagging along with Namjoon and helping him escape to find his girlfriend, you grow a deeper connection with him then you did while playing on a VR.

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A/N: Credit to @pjm-com for writing some of these scenes

The sound of a man screaming rings through your ears drums. You thought it was going to be Jungkook, but the next time you opened your eyes there was a man sitting next to you. Another man, who you realized was Jack from Resident Evil 7, was cutting the man’s cheek. You remembered this scene so vividly: Namjoon, the main character, didn’t want to eat the Baker family’s dinner because it was a bunch of organs and bugs. In result, Jack’s temper led to the moment that was unfolding in front of your eyes. Namjoon couldn’t fight back since he was restrained by ropes that tied his arms and legs to the chair. You wanted to get up and run, you knew this game map like the back of your hand, but you were in the same situation. Your arms and legs were tied tightly against the chair you were sitting on. A rag wrapped around your head, touching the back of your throat to cause you to gag if a sound threatened to come out. You decided to not risk budging, and continued to watch.

“He’s not eatin’ it, Jack! He’s not eatin’ it!” Marguerite shouts at the top of her lungs, her voice making you cringe.

“Shut the hell up, Marguerite,” Jack groans. Marguerite storms off as a response, leaving you both with Jack, Lucas, and Grandma Eveline. Jack was about to cut another slice in Namjoon’s other cheek, but the doorbell rings throughout the house.

“I bet it’s that damn cop again,” Lucas mentions before they both exit the kitchen. Eveline stayed in her wheelchair, perfectly silent and still. Because you’ve already played this game before, you knew she was nothing to worry about for now.

You watch Namjoon take this chance to try to escape the confines of the chair, tipping and knocking the chair over on its side. The weak wood chair breaks under Namjoon’s crashing weight. You both cringe from the loud noise that echoes from the crash. The second he shakes the rope off his wrists and ankles he rushes over to you, untying the cloth around your mouth and all the areas you were being tied down. Once he reaches your ankles, he notices that you have the same heartbeat watch that he has on his wrist.

“Looks like whatever they did to my wrist, they did the same to your ankle” he says. You look at his wrist for the first time. Previously in the game, Namjoon went through a chainsaw fight and the result ended in him losing one of his hands. Now, his hand looked as if it was stapled back on and fully functional. On top of that, he had a watch that tracked his health when playing the game. Comparing his wrist to your ankle, it looked exactly the same except your foot was the one that was stapled on instead.

You thought about what was going through Namjoon’s head during this whole game. Through the horrors and dangers of the infected household; did he ever think Mia wasn’t worth it? After all, his girlfriend is the reason why he was here in the first place.

“Namjoon, is Mia really worth all of this?” Your voice croaks. You were parched from having a rag pushed all the way to the back of your throat for so long.

He looks up at you flabbergasted. “Of course, why wouldn’t she be? There’s obviously something wrong with her and this place in general.”

You nod agreeing with him. You didn’t want to be here. You finished this game once and you definitely didn’t want to do it again…like this.

“Plus, she was your best friend. Don’t you think she’s worth it too?” He asks you. So that’s why you’re here. Memories flood into your head like a barrier just broke within your mind. You remember the beginning of the story now from your perspective.

•••

You were in the middle of watching TV when you saw the phone call from Namjoon.

“Hello?” You brought the phone to your ear. You haven’t talked to Namjoon ever sense Mia went missing three years ago. He went off the walls when she was declared dead by the police. He knew something couldn’t be right.

“Hey, (Y/N). It’s Namjoon. Before you hang up I need to ask you something,” He waits to see if you would stay on the call before he dared to continue.

You sigh. “Is this about Mia?”

“Yes, but she’s alive. Trust me. She sent me video footage of her and I think she’s in danger. She’s in Louisiana and I was thinking that—“

“I could come with you?” You interrupt. The phone line goes silent. He was scared of your response. He obviously didn’t want to go alone. “Send me the video she sent you,” You say and hang up the call. There was no way you were actually considering going to Louisiana with Namjoon to find her…but she was your best friend after all.

A minute later you receive the video from Namjoon:

“What the fuck?” You mutter to yourself. You immediately go back to the text conversation between you and Namjoon. ‘I’m in,‘ you text him.

•••

And just like that, you were sucked into this mess. You snap back to present day, now untied from the chair. You knew exactly what to do: help Namjoon find Mia and get the hell out of this game…if you survive. You didn’t know how to tell Namjoon that you knew exactly what to do. Every jump scare, every fighting scene, every plot twist was ingrained into your mind. “Namjoon can I ask you one thing?” You rub the raw skin on your wrists.

“Anything.”

“Just…do what I say and follow me when I tell you to. You aren’t exactly logical when it comes to Mia sometimes,” you feel as though that’s the best possible way to tell him that you are in charge here. His brows furrow, but he nods in agreement. “Okay good, let’s looks around here.” You knew everything that needed to be found, opening drawers that contained ammo for the gun you will be getting later.

“I found a hatch!” Namjoon whispers loudly to get your attention. You had hoped he would find that hatch since that’s what you needed to get through to get to the next part of the game. He pulls at the wood door on the ground, but it doesn’t budge. “God dammit, it’s locked” he huffs.

“Stick with me. Let’s find the key.” This was the challenging part: the key was at the end of the hallway. In the game, when you approach the key area, Jack reappears. And worst of the all, he sees you and ends up chasing you around until you pick up the key and step into the hatch.

You and Namjoon were now sitting at the end of the hallway. As you stood in front of him, you slowly walk forward. “Why are you being so sl-“ Namjoon’s whisper stops abruptly when Jack comes walking to the end of the hallway. His posture hangs over a table, where the key was sitting, until he notices you both.

“Thought you’d just slip out before dinner was done?” Jack approaches with an axe in his hand.

You turn around, slipping past Namjoon for you to be in front again. You had to do this right because who knows if you would get a second chance. You grip Namjoon’s hand so you didn’t leave him behind anywhere. Making your way around the dining room and into the living room as Jack was on your heels. You circled around the living room table and back out to the hallway that contained no threat. This was your time as you both ran towards the key, but Namjoon smacks into your nonmoving back when Jack breaks through the wall in front of you.

“You’re wasting your time” Jack grunts.

You were so out of breath but the fear of death has you turning back around. Luckily, the new hole in the wall was in the room that contained the hatch. You looped around once again, going through the hole in the wall and snatching the key up on the table. Jack was no longer behind you both, but that didn’t stop you from rushing to the hatch door and unlocking it as quick as possible. You and Namjoon hopped in and closed the door behind you. The space was so cramped that you both had to be on your hands and knees to fit. It looked as if you were under the house. Ripped up foundation was the ceiling, while the floor was matted down dirt and trash. Broken windows, lawn equipment, and trash bags all crammed against the walls. You had wondered how they even stored this stuff down here to begin with.

“It reeks down here,” Namjoon scrunches his nose. The smell of mildew and garbage made you want to puke while you both crawl your way over to the other side of the hatch. The other side led you to a hole opening to another room in the house. He waits for you to pull yourself out of the opening before saying, “Where the hell are we now?”

The safe room, you thought to yourself. “Looks like the laundry room, I think we’re safe otherwise he would’ve been waiting here for us,” you patted yourself on the back for the improv.

“You’re right, but how do we get out of here without him seeing us?” He pulls his fingers through his tangled hair. You knew that once you stepped out of the room Jack wouldn’t be there, but one of the many boss battles that occur in the game is coming up sooner than you would like.

You eventually convinced Namjoon that you couldn’t stay in that room forever, and he finally grew enough courage to follow you through the open door. Once he realized that Jack was no where to be found, he continued to scavenge the area for any remaining things that could be useful.

A knocking on one of the windows stopped Namjoon in his tracks. You approach it, but Namjoon grabs your wrist. “What the hell are you doing? Would if it’s one of them?” He hisses.

Annoyed, you yank your wrist from his grasp. You knew who it was and you knew you were going to be safe. It was out of his knowledge to know these things, but you still couldn’t help but feel a bit offended that he would think that you would be stupid enough to approach something you weren’t sure about. You kept walking, ignoring his questions. He follows close behind, curious to see if something bad occurs. Not to your surprise, a cop stands at the window. Barb wire and broken wood planks spread across the window frame, but there was still enough space between the ripped up boards to see him in his uniform. The usual person that you would see as the cop in the game was replaced by someone that sent chills down your spine. It was Jungkook.

“Jungkook?” You gasp to yourself He looks at you confused, he didn’t recognize his own name. Is this a glitch?

“It’s deputy,” he scoffs.

“Okay, deputy, I know this is asking for a lot but could we use your pocket knife? We’re being held hostage in this house with no protection and we need your help. There are crazy people in this house,” You wanted to hide the fact that your eyes were bulging out of your skull because of the person you were talking to right now.

“Whoa whoa…not so fast. You don’t exactly seem like you’re playing with a full deck of cards yourself,” he reads your expression, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed into yours.

“Are you serious?” You say. He says that same line to Namjoon in the original game, but he’s talking to you this time. You figured he would go off script at least for that one.

“Listen, there have been several missing person cases around here, how do I know you’re not involved?” His flashlight is shining brightly at your face.

“You let me borrow your pocket knife and I’ll tell you whatever you want in the garage. The garage door is opened by a button which is inside a box that’s covered in tape. I need to get in there somehow,” You pray that this works since you weren’t going by the original dialogue of the video game cutscene anymore.

‘Jungkook’ thinks for a second before nodding slightly. He hands you a small knife through the gap in the window, “Garage. Now.”

You give him a nod before turning back around to meet the eyes of a confused Namjoon. “What?” You question. What does he have to say now?

“What was that?” he crosses his arms, quizzing you.

You roll your eyes. “What was what, Namjoon?” Your attitude raises, you just wanted to get out of here.

“The pocket knife, it wasn’t even in his hand or in sight when you asked him for it…how did you know he had one?” Namjoon’s voice was the only thing that made sound in the house.

You felt your body run cold, letting out a laugh to hide the fact that you had no logical explanation to give him. “Just a lucky guess. It’s a cop, so I just assumed he had something other than one gun,” you play it off with a shrug. Walking past him, you make your way down to the garage to cut open the taped barrier. A red button was now clearly visible when opening the metal cabinet-like door, so you don’t hesitate to smash the button and watch the door to the garage scale up. The garage was now completely laid out in front of you and Namjoon now. A police car and it’s lights rotated around the walls. The cop noticed you both immediately and approached you aggressively.

“Now, tell me what you guys are doing out here tonight?” He yells.

Namjoon couldn’t stand letting you talk all the time, so he steps in front of you to answer. “I’m trying to find my wife that went missing and things went bat-shit crazy—“

The police’s head whips around to see that the garage door that separates the outside world from this hellhole was now closing. “Put that door back up! Put that door back up!” He points his finger at you frantically, but by then it was too late. Namjoon stumbles back from fear, gasping for breath. A shovel was pushed through the deputy’s head from behind, the top of his head slides off of the shovel and onto the ground to reveal who was behind this act. It was Jack.

You’re half surprised that Jack is standing behind the beheaded cop, considering Jungkook, or who you thought was Jungkook, was in the game. You have a slight worry that the game won’t follow it’s normal track, but for now you act on instinct.

“Lets go!” You yell, yanking Namjoon by the arm considering he’s frozen to the floor. Making a jump for it, you scramble to get the keys that are lying innocently on the workbench before dashing to the other side of the garage. Namjoon is tripping over his own feet, rambling about how you even knew the keys were there. The sound of Jack’s shovel is slamming into the large metal shelf placed in the middle of the floor, sending cans of paint and debris everywhere. You use that little setback to shove Namjoon into the passenger seat, hopping in the drivers side and shoving the keys into the ignition. You’re almost convinced that the starter won’t flip, but after a few clicks the engine rumbles to life.

“Is this my own fucking car?” Namjoon yells, and you ignore him while pushing the pedal to the floor and attempting to run over Jack. Namjoon is scrambling to get his seatbelt on as if you guys were even leaving the garage. “Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?”

Sometimes, you wanted to just duck tape his mouth. “Namjoon, shut the hell up.”

He says nothing further as you throw the gear into reverse and step on the gas, backing up into the concrete wall before flooring it forwards again. It takes a few tries, but after the third or fourth crash, Jack is gone. You know better that he isn’t on the ground, and within seconds is peeling the roof back. Even if you know what’s coming, you and Namjoon share the same screaming as Jack pushes you aside and starts to drive the car. You remember the line perfectly, but the sound of Jack talking is drowned out by the tires squealing and various things breaking in the garage. You duck in your seat, bracing for the impact.

“Lower your head!”

“Why?” Namjoon says back, like it was the calmest thing in the word. His eyes bulge as he looks in front of him, and he’s sinking into his seat in seconds before Jack is driving the car into the metal beam.

Silence fills the garage and it’s almost deafening. You take a quick look towards Jack, not breathing in the middle of the seat, before scrambling out of the car and grabbing the gun. Namjoon unbuckles his belt and does the same, eyes glued to the figure in the car as you back into the opposite wall. Your faces light with red tones as the car goes up in flames, Jack coming out unscathed with his hand out. You’re quick to aim the gun at his head, shooting three times before he drops to the ground, the final explosion of the car leaving you and Namjoon on your feet. Once deemed safe, you’re locking your arms together and moving towards the ladder that drops to the floor.

“That was fucking crazy,” Namjoon shouts, and you can’t do anything else besides agree with him. He starts searching the garage for first aid med’s and any coins, or lock picks he could find. At least he still had that common sense. “Can I have the gun?” All shakiness aside, you hand the gun to him, heart slamming at the base of your sternum while Namjoon motions to climb the ladder. You’re one foot up before Jack spawns right next to you, leaving you caged between him and Namjoon.

“Do I have your attention? I’m about to show you something wonderful.”

You practically mouthed those words as he said them, eyes shut before you feel the hot blood splatter all over your face. The gunshot silences the room, even Namjoon’s breathing had come to a halt as the sound of Jack’s body hits the floor. You’re almost unfazed as you start climbing the ladder, leaving Namjoon down there wondering what the fuck just happened. He moves slow, sluggish like he’s about to pass out. You don’t care that you’re leaving him in the dust. You needed to get the metal ox head to open the door for later, and that’s the only thing on your mind.

Jack was out of the way. For now.

It’s been hours.

You and Namjoon haven’t made a dent in getting out it seems. You can feel the weight of the two brass dog heads in your pocket and the way they clink together is almost teasing. You need the third one to unlock the door to the outside, your mind is going crazy just thinking about it. The game is still on track, the monsters popping out at certain times, and you know that soon you’re going to have to face Jack again.

“Y/N. You think we have enough ammo?” Namjoon asks softly, like he’s tired. You can see it in his face too. His eyes look sunken in, back hunched even though he is steadily alert. You nod silently at his question, knowing that he was itching to get out of here too. You both halt before the double doors, knowing what lies behind them and in the back of his mind, Namjoon does too. He’s terrified. That he’s fighting for nothing, that he might lose you in the next fight. That he won’t be useful to you or Mia.

He’s not even sure why the hell he keeps going, any man in their right mind would’ve left the moment they entered the house but something tells Namjoon to stay. As you both enter the downstairs shower room, you can hear the low growl of the monsters pulling out of the wall, the black tar connecting them to the house as if it was one being.

You wince at the sight, shotgun ready as Namjoon loads up the Albert-01, and you both stand back to back to look at the masses slugging towards you. The huge black monster was most likely someone that had died in the Baker house. Maybe Clancy. The black claws on the end of the deformed hands were lunging at you both left and right, the head with huge canines for teeth wide open with the tongue hanging out. You leave minimal time to examine them further since you’re sick of seeing them, and move the shotgun barrel closer before pulling the tigger.

“Works every time,” you say to yourself, watching the head explode into black chunks that dissolve into the tile grout underneath your feet. You watch Namjoon take out the other monster one shot at a time, bullets flying through the skin before finally dropping to the ground. You’re unfazed as you reach the morgue, stomach dropping at the sight of the body bags dangling from the ceiling, the bronze dog head glinting in the light. You feel a wave of relief wash over you. You wanted to get out of this fucking mess.

“Joon! Look,” you breathe, scrambling up the stairs with Namjoon in tow. You both sit like idiots, watching it suspend from the metal beams over your head.

“Fucking finally. Let’s grab it and get out of here.”

You grab his hand, and prepare to jump as soon as you hear the floor boards creak behind you. You could never get away from him.

Pushing off of the ledge, you and Namjoon hurdle into the bottom half of the morgue, considering the area was a loft type of room. You both tuck before you hit the ground, rolling a little bit and soon in seconds you’re back on your feet. Jack jumps down like he’s supposed to, a huge version of hedge trimmers lay in his hand, snapping at any skin he could. Pushing the body bag to stun him like in the game, you soon get bored from the Mary-go-round game you play. It seems Jack does too considering he’s ripping open the chainlink fence.

“Another chainsaw!” Namjoon shouts, lunging across the concrete floor to grab at it before distancing himself. You, having already finished the game, pull out the circular saw. You didn’t wanna use it until now when it would be super handy. This wouldn’t have worked in the game, but once you both get Jack down, you and Namjoon stick the blades of each weapon into his gorging tumor. It shreds through the various amounts of adipose tissue, ripping through the dermal layer of skin before exploding the entire upper torso.

Great, you think. Another fluid to wash off my body. Back to the wall, you watch Jack’s nerve endings come alive in the bottom half of his body. It takes a couple steps towards you before falling.

Namjoon winces. “Just fucking stay dead, okay!?”

You felt a little more sluggish as you made your way back upstairs, glad no other monsters were spawning. You were beyond irritated. What if you actually died in this game? Would you wake up and it would’ve all been a fever dream? Or would your mom come in and find you gone? Would you re-spawn over and over again? It hurt your head to think about, so you leave it alone. Namjoon can feel your tense emotion as he trudges in front of you, flashlight pointing at the dark tunnels of the basement.

“You think we got a good chance of finding Mia?” He sounds cautious as he turns back to you, eyes pleading for you to say something. You’ve been silent for a little. You chew on your lip, debating if you even wanted to start something right now. You wanted to get out of there, too. Not at the expense of your life. So you decide to not bite your tongue.

“You still want to?”

Namjoon’s eyes widen a little. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Because!” You snap, stopping in the middle of the tar-soaked hallway crossing your arms over your chest. “She almost beat you within an inch of your life the first twenty minutes we were inside the house! This family has been trying to kill us over and over again, and I have no doubt that they will come back. Why do you still want to stay?” Namjoon is deep in thought, voice cracking as he tries to speak.

“Other than the fact that I love her… It’s the right thing to do. I don’t know what else to do, so can’t you just work with me here?!” He’s yelling now, tears welling in his eyes while the ridges of his knuckles turning white as he clenches his fist around the Albert-01. You’re ready to rip out your hair, turning on him.

“I’ve been working with you, Namjoon! This whole fucking time!” You scream, voice straining. “Risking my life for someone who’s already infected! Aren’t you tired? Don’t you want to go home!?” Your chest is heaving, hands pushing your hair back as you drop the subject, continuing down the hall and up the stairs. It stays painfully silent, the tension thick between you and Namjoon. Once you enter the safe room, you feel little relieved as you push the cassette tape into the recorder.

The room was dimly lit by a single lamp placed in a wooden desk. The floor was slightly messy, papers were pressed into the floor boards and the shelves had miscellaneous items lazily thrown about. Random paintings were placed on the wall, one of a woman in a victorian-like dress and the others of simple nature. The huge green chest was sitting off to the side which held all of the things we didn’t need or didn’t have room to carry around.

“I’m sorry” Namjoon’s voice comes in from behind you

“Just forget it,” you scoff, back still facing towards him.

“No,” he shakes his head, eyes still focused on the back of your head.

“Namjoon-“

“You have no idea how important you are to me, (Y/N)!” He cuts you off before you could counter anything he had to say. You turn around to meet eyes with him. “I can’t lose you too…” he shakes his head. The feeling of your arms around him, makes his inner dam break. Tears flow down his cheeks and his sobs are hard as he gasps for breath after each cry. You just stood there, not letting go of his shaking body. This is what he needed right now.

“We’ll find her, and if we don’t, then we’ll die doing it” those words coming out of your mouth scared the shit out of you, but you couldn’t let Namjoon see that right now.

“Would if she’s not worth dying for?” He says quietly. You finally decide to let him go, both of you still close to one another.

“Then we won’t die,” you look up at him. Although he was more than half a foot taller than you, you didn’t feel small in front of him. Mentally, he looked up to you. He always thought you were the strongest person he ever met, and you were still living up to those standards. “Maybe we should try to wipe some of this blood and nasty black shit off or something?” You say, breaking away from his gaze.

“Sounds like a good idea” he laughs.

You take one of the pieces of fabric off of one of the drawers. “Damn, no mirrors in here,” you look around.

“Give it to me, I can do it.” You hand him the cloth and he searches your face. Why did this seem like such an intimate act to him? The cloth barely makes contact with your face. His motions were so gentle and slow. His wristband showed a red line across his wrist that you couldn’t help but glance at. You watched his face focus on the areas he was trying to wipe. When you met eyes, a smile broke onto both of your faces.

“Almost done?” Your voice hums.

“Yup, my turn,” he smiles and drops the cloth into your palms. He sits on the desk, making you more eye level to him. You swallow harshly before stepping in front of his open legged position. You peel his dark brown hair off of his sticky forehead.

“You got some sweaty ass forehead,” you joke.

“Shut up” he chuckles. The cloth drags down his face and around his mouth. Running along his lips, he pushes your hand down and away from his face. To your surprise, he brings his lips to yours. His hands lightly rested at the bottom of your back as his lips moved slowly around yours. Your eyes flutter shut and you felt yourself get lost in the moment. The kiss remained slow and meaningful until you pulled away.

“Namjoon this is—“

“Wrong? It doesn’t feel like it,” he kisses you again, except after a few seconds he’s the one that pulls away. “Unless it does for you, we can stop.”

“Shut up you dummy,” you take his head in your hands and pull him into another kiss. His arms wrap completely around you and pull you as close as you could be. He takes your bottom lip between his teeth, pulling and letting it snap back. Once the kiss was finished, both of your lips were red and swollen. The smiles on your lips slowly faded when you realized the reality that you two were in again.

“I suppose we should heal up ourselves with some med kits before going back out there,” you sigh. He nodded, watching you dig through the big green chest and scrounge up two medkits. Returning to Namjoon, you were about to shoot the medkit into his vein until you caught a look at his wristwatch. It was already green.

Wait, what? You thought to yourself. You swore that he was in the red a couple minutes ago.

“You healed me,” he answers the confusion that you were thinking to yourself.

You look up to him still confused. “How?”

“Hell if I know, but look at yours. You’re no different” he says. You look down at your ankle, what was once a blinking orange line, was now green as well.

“Well I guess we don’t need medkits anymore,” you look up at him bright-eyed. You had this game in the bag now! After placing the medkits back into the chest, it was time to go. Namjoon cocked his gun for it to be ready to fire at anytime.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

You were determined, now more than ever, to finally get the fuck out of the property.

Killing the mom was the scariest for you. It seemed like everywhere you went, the bugs were following you. In your ear, in your mouth.. But finally, Namjoon had killed the mom, grabbing the lantern and bolting out of there. Grabbing the two key cards was easy enough, but if you were honest, Lucas was scary in a psycho sadistic way. You had a feeling he knew how to fuck with somebody’s mind, which made traveling through his house all the more scarier.

Namjoon was quick to outsmart him, putting the bomb in the wall and giving you guys an exit. He had an iron grip on your hand, basically dragging you through the docks as you made it to the boat house. It was the last final fucking stretch and you feel like you could burst into tears.

“Namjoon!!” You scream, watching a four legged molded come from the water and block the way. The brunette was quick on his feet, shotgun aimed at the head of the body, firing within seconds as you both stepped over the corpse. Reaching the final chest. You both rummage through the container, grabbing everything you could and then some.

Armed with Albert-01 and the grenade launcher, you push as many bullets as you can into the bag, while packing the flame rounds into the gun. Namjoon is stocking on the med kits just in case, both of the shotguns strapped to his frame. A deep feeling settles in the pit of your stomach as you reach the top of the boat house to meet Mia and Zoe. You aren’t gonna see Namjoon again, and you’ll finally wake up in your own house. Unfortunately you have to table the thoughts as Zoe hands him the serum, Namjoon pocketing them as you brace for the worst impact of the game.

Jacks last, but not least, form in the game is a grotesque monster with eyes all over the skin. It was a boss battle you wanted to finish once, and never again, but you didn’t have that luck. You feel a hand wrap around your body, squishing flat against Namjoon’s as you’re thrown onto the wood of the deck, rolling before you come to a ragged stop. You’re on your feet in a few seconds, Namjoon struggling to regain his balance while you have the first few shots off at the eyes. They go out in three shots total, making Albert-01 your best friend as you run away from the hand that slaps down on the wooden planks.

You’re dodging the swipes, left and right, but Jack’s swings finally get the best of you. His arm launches you off the first floor. The shallow water from the second floor splashes in your mouth as you cough from the impact of falling on your back. The wind gets knocked right from your lungs, leaving you lying there breathless for a few seconds before shaking out of your daze.

Jack was focused on Namjoon when you got yourself back on your feet. This gave you a clear shot of the eyes that laid around Jack’s back and tail. You took the opportunity of a lifetime and began shooting like a mad man. Thankfully, your good aim managed to take them all out before Jack turned to face you again. You jumped up the ladder two bars at a time to be able to make it back to Namjoon.

“He’s just got one more eye on his stomach!” Your voice barely carries across the room as Jack shouted his offensive statements. “Someone has to distract him!”

As someone distracted Jack on the top level, the other person sneaks down to the lower level right under Jack. Thus, giving them the clear shot of the last eye placed on his stomach.

“You distract him, I got this.” Namjoon nods at you.

You fucking better, you thought to yourself. You took a deep breath to shake the anxiety dwelling deep within your body. Aimless gunshots exploded out of your gun as you drew Jack away from the only way down. Jack dragged his enormous body towards you. Thankfully his AI wasn’t made for two people so he was easily distracted from Namjoon.

There was little good news for you on the other hand, while you were cornered now with no ammo left in your gun. The only thing left was your grenade launcher. You quickly switched and started shooting at Jack helplessly. The kickback of the massive weapon left your shoulder aching, but the adrenaline running through your body left that a problem for later. Eventually, the grenade launcher used its last grenade and you were left with nothing.

You stood there defeated, watching Jack wind up his deadly arm. Not even a block would protect you from the blow. Is this it? You’re going to die in a video game?

Before your thoughts could roam even more into the unknown, Jack’s body fell through the floorboards. He did it.

You flew down the ladder to reunite with Namjoon once more. “We did it! We did it!” You jump into his arms. His arms wrapped around you tightly, you both spinning around the flooded room. You wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there, so you took his hand in yours and ran for the exit where Zoe and Mia were waiting. Now was the time that could determine everything. There’s only one cure left and Namjoon had three different people that needed it. Will he choose Mia, his wife, and my best friend, that we both came here for? Or will he choose Zoe, the one that mentored us along the way? Or, is there even a slim chance that he’ll choose you?

You all three stood in front of him, watching the gears turning inside his head. Your heart was beating through your chest. You wanted him to pick you, but you understood the circumstances. He came here for Mia and he will choose Mia in the end.

“Mia…” Namjoon looks down at his feet while Mia walks toward his figure with a smile on her face. He finally makes eye contact with her, catching a glimpse of you in the background.

“I’m sorry. I came here for you, but I can’t use this on you,” He walks past her and inches towards you. “(Y/N), you’ve saved my ass too many times for me to leave you here to die.” He pushes the syringe into your wrist, making sure every last drop of the cure goes into your blood system.

You were left speechless, along with everyone else. Namjoon didn’t have the heart to look at Mia’s and Zoe’s face before guiding you both onto the boat out of there. You happened to see Mia and Zoe watching you both row off with the look of true fear on their face. You would be in that same position if Namjoon didn’t choose you. What would you have done then? You turned to face Namjoon again.

“Thank you…I should’ve said it sooner, but I was so shocked. I really thought you were going to pick Mia,” His eyes meet yours. There was no doubt that he was sad about leaving Mia behind, but after everything you both had been through he thought you were more important. It seemed harsh but it was true.

“I know I made the right choice. No looking back,” Namjoon gives you a warm smile. That was the last time you saw Namjoon when the boat flipped over and pure darkness devoured your vision.

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The Boxer and the Italian - Bonnie Gold x gender neutral!reader

Gender-neutral since the anon didn’t specify :) Starts sometime in season 4, ends sometime inbetween season 4 & 5. Also, can’t figure out how old Bonnie is supposed to be, so I’m putting him at 22 like his actor. The reader is a bit older than him (no specified age), felt that was natural since reader is working for Changretta. If you see any typos, please tell me. (AO3)

Warnings: swearing, older reader, smut, hints of angst, some fluff, excessive drinking

Wordcount: 7629

Request: A bonnie x reader where they meet because y/n came to England with Luca Changretta

God, you fucking hated England. You had agreed to go to this shit-hole of a country to help Luca Changretta with the vendetta against the Shelbys. You had worked for him for years, you considered him a friend, but you are starting to regret it.

You are on your way to the shops, seeing if you can manage to find even some halfway decent food when it begins to rain. Again. You swear, always with the fucking miserable weather. You clamp your hat down on your head, breaking into a light jog as to get out the rain quicker. You run to the closest shop, a bakery, to seek shelter.

You are too preoccupied with not loosing your hat and getting out of the rain at the same time that you don’t notice the door to the bakery open and a man stepping out. This causes you to run right into him, sending you both stumbling into the shop.

The man is holding a paper bag with something, nearly loosing it before righting himself. That he is cute is the first thing you notice as soon as you have righted yourself. He can’t be very old, maybe just over 20, dark brown hair, a clean shaven face, and brown eyes that are now looking at you with curiosity.

You try to shake off some of the rainwater before speaking up, remembering to have some manners even if you are in a shit-hole shaped as a country.

“Sorry about that, had to get out of the rain, didn’t see you before I ran into you. Hope you didn’t lose anything on the floor?” You look up from your coat, catching the boy staring. He shakes his head, as a no or to clear his head you are not certain.

“I didn’t and no worries, I’m fine.”

“Good.” The boy watches you again, you can also tell the baker is keeping an eye on you both, but too busy with another customer to do or say anything.

“You are not from around here are you?” You scoff; adjusting your hat on your head so it’s looks more proper.

“Whatever gave it away? My accent, my clothes, my whole fucking being?” The boy has no time to answer before the baker speaks up, interrupting your conversation.

“You going to buy something? If not, you can get out of my shop.” You look at him, irritated. You think about shooting him for a split second, before calming yourself down. It’s not him putting you in a foul mood; it’s his fucking country.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll fucking buy something.” You look over the selection of bread and pastry, trying to pick something to get, as not to annoy the baker any more than you already have. You notice then that the boy you ran into earlier is still standing there, looking at you.

“What are you looking at?” You bark at him. His eyes widen, looking away quickly.

“Nothing.” He says, opening the door and leaving into the rain you just escaped. You snort and turn back to try to figure out what to buy.

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You don’t think anymore of the boy from the bakery until you run into him again, this time as literal as the last time. This time however, it’s him who runs into you.

You are on your way out of a restaurant, one of the only decent ones you have been able to find, talking quietly in Italian with one the other mobsters when someone collides with you.

You stumble sideways, managing to catch yourself and the other person before either of you hit the ground.

“Fucking hell, watch where you are going kid.” You then notice who it is you are holding the arms of. It’s the kid you ran into at the bakery.

“Fucking you again. Wasn’t once enough?” You say, totally ignoring that last time was your fault.

“Sorry, I’m running late for a meeting, didn’t see you.” That seemed like a reasonable explanation, the sidewalk was fairly crowded, so you let go of his arms so he stands on his own again.

“Again, so sorry.” The boy takes his hat off, bowing deeply like an apology. You exchange a glance with the other mobster.

“My apologises, but I do have to run, going to get punished if I get any later than I already am. Bye!” And with that, the boy is running off again, disappearing into the crowd.

“What and who the fuck was that?” You shrug.

“I don’t fucking know, and I do not care. Let’s go back to the hotel, sure Luca is getting impatient waiting for us.” The other mobster nods, and you start walking away. If your mind keeps going back to that meeting and that cute boy for the rest of the day; that is no-ones business but your own.

Bonnie is very much in the same situation as you, even taking a punch he could have dodged during training and getting yelled at by his coach.

Truth was, Bonnie had seen you through the window of the restaurant when he walked by earlier. He had wanted to introduce himself properly, but didn’t know how to go about it. The fact that you weren’t there alone didn’t help the situation either.

He had ended up standing on the street corner out of sight of the restaurant for far too long. This led to him actually being late for his practice, but also led to you actually leaving the restaurant, and that was when he got his brilliant idea.

It had kind of worked, he had gotten to speak to you again, however brief it had been. He needed to find a better way to meet you again.

He’s sure if he kept literally running into you every time you met, you would tire of him real fast. Or maybe shoot him. Either or could happen.

He keeps running towards the gym while trying to formulate some sort of plan.

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Off all the things you had expected to find in England, a regular bar was not one of them. The bar was a short walk from the hotel, but decidedly less fancy and more anonymous.

No one there gave a shit about you as long as you paid for your drinks and kept to yourself. Which fit your needs perfectly.

You just wanted to have a place to drink alone and get drunk without anything or anyone bothering you. Luca respected that you sometimes just needed to be left alone, it was something he was used to after knowing you for as long as he had, so he let you go even in the middle of the vendetta. Which you are grateful for.

This also leads you to be super annoyed when someone slides into your booth one night. Just because you are sat alone in a booth instead of the bar does not mean you want company. You had told many a person (often a whore) this, and are ready to say it again until you notice who it is in the booth with you.

It’s the pretty boy that you ran into and who ran into you earlier. He looks nervous, you let him squirm, taking another drag of your cigarette while you wait for him to speak.

“Fancy meeting you here, you come here often?” You snort at that.

“Really kid, that’s what you go with.” He shrugs, trying to look you in the eye instead of staring a hole into the table.

“What do you want kid?” You voice is not unkind, you are genuinely wondering.

“I want to get to know you.” It almost sounds more like a question than an answer.

“Know me? You don’t even know who I am.”

“But that could change. I’ll go first, name is Bonnie Gold.” The name rings a bell somewhere in the back of your head, you file it away to think about later. You give him your name. He mutters it under his breath, as to file it away forever. Maybe that is what he is really trying to do.

“Is that Italian?” You nod affirmatively.

“It is.” You watch him in silence for a few seconds, cigarette smoke drifting between you, trying to fill the space.

“What is it you really want?” Bonnie seems to have gathered some courage from somewhere, as he leans back slightly as to appear more casual.

“I do really want to get to know you. Have a few drinks, talk, and then maybe more if you’ll allow me.” You raise a brow at that. Is he trying to flirt with you?

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” You take another drag of your cigarette, thinking.

“Listen, I don’t know what you’ve heard-”

“I haven’t heard anything at all. I just knew after our last, eh, run-in that I wanted to get to know you. You seemed.... Interesting.” You tilt your head at that, Bonnie rubs his neck, breaking eye contact.

“Alright then.” Bonnie snaps his head up, smiling.

“Really?” You nod, gesturing towards the bar.

“If you buy me a drink, then we can talk.” He up and out his seat before you can tell him what you want, so you just watch him go. At least he has a nice ass, you think as you watch him order something.

He comes back with two glasses, both filled generously. You take one sniff at it before taking a sip. Rum; and the good shit to. Bonnie watches you take your first sip, seeping happy with your reaction to the drink.

“So, what do you want to know?”

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It’s the end of the night, way too late by any decent standard. Been a long time since you actually gave a shit about that, especially with this good company. Bonnie had turned out to be a wonderful person to talk to, much to your surprise.

You could joke with him, and he gives back as good as he takes it. It takes the bartender less than gently telling you that the bar is closing for you to leave.

When outside, you light yourself a cigarette, taking a long drag and letting the smoke out in a large cloud. Bonnie snickers at the sight, more than a little drunk.

You are also pleasantly drunk, feeling like you are almost floating, but still very much present in the moment. Which is why you know that neither of you want to leave.

You nearly finish your cigarette in silence before either you of do anything. You just look at him , thought churning in your head on how to do this.

You let your cigarette fall to the ground, taking Bonnie’s hand and pulling him into the alleyway next to the bar. You press him against the wall there, crowding as much as you can into his personal space.

You push one of your legs in-between his, pressing up. You don’t know what to call the noise that leaves his mouth, but you know you want, no need, to hear more of it. You speak directly into his ear, voice barely above a whisper.

“This is how it’s going to go. I am going to give you the name of the hotel I am staying at, the floor my room is on, and my room number. You are then going to wait here for fifteen minutes after I leave. At the hotel, walk straight to the elevator; speak to no one except the elevator operator to give him the floor number. Go to my door, and then knock on it four times. Is that clear?” You nip at his ear, hearing him swallow heavily. You can feel him leaning into you and grin.

“Yes.” As soon as you have your answer, you let him go. Bonnie has to prevent himself from falling forwards. He looks dazed, even after just a short period of time. Makes you wonder how he’ll be after hours.

“Fifteen minutes.” You point at him, not letting your thoughts go too far. He nods, not trusting his own voice. With that, you turn on your heel and leave. He looks after you in a daze, watching you disappear out his sight.

He takes a deep breath before taking a look at his pocket watch. Fifteen minutes is going to be torture.

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Fifteen minutes have passed, and yet there is no knock on your door. You pretend like you aren’t filled with impatience. You pour yourself a drink and light a cigarette.

Twenty minutes pass. No knock, no Bonnie. You are done smoking, but have barely touched your drink.

At twenty-five minutes, you start thinking about just getting ready for bed. If he isn’t coming, he isn’t coming. You down the rest of your drink.

Thirty minutes have passed when you hear a knock on your door. And then three more. Happy that he fucking finally showed up, you open the door quickly.

“I got lost.” Bonnie offers up as an explanation. You roll your eyes, not really caring.

“Come in.” Bonnie carefully steps in. You give a quick look down the hallway while his back is still turned, just making sure that no one saw him coming. When you turn around, you are met with a surprisingly shy smile from a man you have asked to your hotel room to have sex with.

His smile makes your heart speed up, so you do the only thing that seems natural. You take a hold of his wrist, pulling him into you and smash your lips to his.

As kisses go, it’s perhaps the messiest one you have ever had. Yours and Bonnie’s coordination is off, teeth almost clashing. But it makes Bonnie let out another, new, wonderful sound, which you also need to hear more of.

Slowing down slightly, you fall into a better rhythm. Bonnie is clutching your hips like a lifeline. You press into him and can feel the outline of his hardening cock against your crotch.

You start to push him backwards towards the bed. Even as tempting it is to just do it right in the middle of the room, you have certain standards you try to follow. When Bonnie hits the edge of the bed, you push him down on it. He goes willingly.

You start to take of your clothes, standing between his legs. He just watches you, before you give him a look that says to get with the program. He follows your example; soon you are both naked.

You almost absentmindedly note to yourself that even if he looked skinny under those clothes, without them he looks to be in excellent shape. You can see the power of those muscles hiding right beneath his skin when he shifts his body to lean back on his elbows, feet still on the floor.

You give him a single kiss, and then practically drag him into the middle of the bed. Bonnie lets out a noise close to a squeak of your show of power. You smile, trying not to laugh. So fucking cute it should be illegal.

You straddle him, going back to kissing him, because that is something you definitely want more of. Bonnie kisses back with passion, rolling his hips into yours, one hand on your hip, the other in your hair.

Your own hands roam over as much of him as you can reach, making him feel like you are leaving a trail of fire and desire in your wake.

When your hand grasps his cock he can’t help the shocked moan that escapes his mouth and into yours. You grin, breaking the kiss so you can watch his face while you stroke his cock. Both his hands go to your hips, clinging onto you for dear life.

Bonnie looks beautiful, all slack jawed and big eyes, staring at you with wonder. You grin at him, leaning down to give him a quick kiss. You move down to his neck from there, making your way down his chest. You give each nipple a quick kiss before moving down the rest of his torso.

You shuffle down a bit, still stroking his cock, his hands falling on the mattress. You plant a small kiss just above his hip, looking up at him. He looks divine.

You go down even further, slowing down the stroking of his cock to near nothing. You give him a long lick from the bottom of his cock to the very tip, making him gasp.

One of his hands go over his mouth, you are up there with him in seconds, moving the hand away.

“No, I want to hear you.” Bonnie pants, saying nothing, but nods. You go back down, one of his hands going behind his head, the other into your hair. You let him, giving the tip of his cock a quick kiss in approval.

You take the tip in your mouth, sucking on it slowly. There is nothing that can stop the moan that comes out of Bonnie’s mouth. You need to hear more of them.

You go down deeper, varying between sucking on his cock and just letting it fill your mouth. You swallow down as much as you can, covering what you can’t take with one of your hands.

The other hand alternates between fondling his balls and holding down his hips when he tries to buck up into your mouth.

You don’t know how long you are down there, just enjoying listening to all the sounds you can make Bonnie let out. You do however know he is close to coming.

He tries to warn you, tries to tug you off his cock. You are having none of it, instead you keep sucking, making him let out even more wonderful noises.

It’s not long before he is spilling into your mouth with a cry of your name, tugging on your hair hard. You drink it down, and then give his cock a last, long lick before sitting up.

Bonnie is panting heavily, just watching you, trapped in a post-orgasm daze. You smile at him, crawling into his lap once more.

You bend down to kiss him, letting him taste himself. He finds that he doesn’t really mind the taste as long as you lips are on his.

Knowing how boneless he feels right now, you take one of his hands and put it at your own crotch. The little gasp that he makes goes into the catalogue of noises you learnt that he can make today, and is saved for another time.

You roll your hips lazily against his hand. He lets you, even pushing back sometimes to give you more resistance. You are in no hurry to chase your own orgasm, just enjoying the feeling if Bonnie’s hand on you and his lips on yours.

Eventually, you stop your motions, body shaking with your own orgasm. You break away from your kisses, leaning on his shoulder to moan trough it. When you are done, you get off him, dropping onto the bed right next to him.

You stretch, feeling how wonderfully loose your body is. It had been a while. Next to you Bonnie is staring at the ceiling, saying nothing. You don’t really mind the silence.

You get up from the bed, making your way over to the drink cart. You don’t bother to put any clothes on; you see no reason to. You pour yourself a glass of rum.

You look up to ask Bonnie if he wants a drink, catching him staring at you. He blushes, looking away from you. What an odd person. You came by his hand just minutes ago, and now he’s acting shy about seeing your body?

“You want a drink?” You take a sip of yours; it’s not as good as the one from the bar. Damn. You should figure out what brand he had ordered.

“Yes please.” You grin, and pour him a glass of rum too. Ever so polite. You go over to the bed, giving Bonnie his glass before getting back into the bed, leaning against the headboard.

He shuffles up a bit so he to leaning is on the headboard instead of laying down. He drags the covers up so it’s covering his and your legs. Ever the gentleman.

You both stare off into to space for a while, just letting the silence be while you occasionally take a sips of your drinks.

It’s Bonnie who speaks first, after taking a big swig of his drink,

“That was.... I don’t even have words.” He chuckles.

“Wonderful, amazing, fantastic?” Your turn to him; not bothering to hide your grin. He slaps your shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, all of those.” You both chuckle, taking another sip of your drink, enjoying the silence.

It’s not long after that Bonnie finishes his drink and gets out of bed. You guess that he has somewhere he needs to be in the morning and needs to go. You don’t mind, even if you wished he could stay for another round.

You decide to help him gather his clothes, as somewhere strewn across the room. One sock is even hanging off a lamp; you don’t even know how he managed that one. You get lightly dressed, just so you are barely able to walk around without too much nudity.

You bend down to pick up his coat, but freeze when you see what is sticking out of his coat pocket. It’s a cap, but not just any cap. It’s the fucking exact same one that the Peaky Blinders use. You hope to all that you believe in that it’s not.

But that hope is shattered as soon as you feel the cold metal of the razor blades sown into the edge. You straighten up, quiet in your fury.

“What is this?” You don’t even turn towards Bonnie when you speak.

“It’s just my cap.” Bonnie sounds genuinely confused about what the deal about it is.

“You are a fucking Peaky Blinder?” You are almost screaming, but still mindful that these walls aren’t the thickest, and your boss is sleeping just a few rooms away. The boss that has a fucking vendetta against Peaky Blinders.

The whole fucking reason you are even in this shit-hole country to begin with. At the confused look on Bonnie’s face, you sigh irritably. You gesture with the cap towards him first, then yourself.

“Peaky Blinders, Italian.” You watch at it dawns on him. The shock on his face, the horror when he realises what a fuckery you two had made.

“Fuck, I didn’t, I uhh....” He stutters, not sure what to say.

“You didn’t what, realise I was the fucking enemy? Have sex with me just to try to get some sliver of information?” You are angry, fury lazed in your words. Bonnie rushes forward at your words, crossing the room as quick as he can without actually running. He clutches you face, you have half a mind to punch him, but you don’t.

“I promise. I really just found you fucking attractive, and wanted to get to know you. After you ran into me at the bakery, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I even ran into on purpose the second time to get even the slightest shiver of a chance to talk to you.” He holds your face for a few moments, searching for something in your eyes. He doesn’t know what, eventually letting go to drag his hands over his own face.

“We’re really fucked up didn’t we?” He speaks from behind his hands, hiding his face. You sit down at the nearest flat surface you can find, which is luckily a chair. You lean your head back, staring at the ceiling.

“We did yeah.” Silence. It stretches on for what feels like forever.

“We could just... Ignore the whole supposed to be enemies thing you know.” You look at him like he’s crazy.

“What the fuck do you mean?”

“I mean, neither of us are directly related to the two families in the vendetta, so it should be fine, right?” You blink, thinking. He has a point.

“Perhaps. I guess. I don’t know.” You tip your head back, closing your eyes. You can hear Bonnie moving around the room, and then you have a weight in your lap. You open your eyes and look at him where he has put himself in your lap.

He is beautiful, breathtakingly so, so you have to look away. He grabs your chin; gently turning you back to face him.

“I would really like to continue this, whatever this is. We don’t need to let this thing come between us.”

“This ting is a fucking vendetta, not some petty arguing between families.” You try to sound aggressive, but your words have no bite. You are just tired.

“I know that, but still. We can work around it.” You say nothing, opting to just look at him, thinking, thoughts going faster than a runaway train. As if he can sense this, Bonnie leans down to kiss you.

He gets no response at first, and then you are surging up to meet his kiss. You cling to each other, kiss desperate and hungry. When you stop, you lean your foreheads together, breathing in each other.

You give him a last quick kiss before gently pushing him off your lap. At the confused look he gives you, you give him a reassuring smile.

“Do not worry, I still want to do this. But you need to go for now, so no one catches onto that you have been here.” Bonnie nods, giving you a tired smile.

He gathers the last of his clothes, putting them on as he goes. His cap slides back into his coat pocket from where you dropped it on the floor. You stay seated in the chair the whole time, watching him.

Bonnie gives you a quick kiss and makes to leave, but you catch his wrist. He looks down at it confused. You clear your throat.

“Same place tomorrow at 9?” Bonnie smiles, nods, giving you another quick kiss before disappearing through the door. You let him this time. You sit in the chair long after he is gone, just thinking. You hope it’s all worth it.

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After that first bar meeting, you make a habit of it. You never meet there directly again, trying to be discreet. Your meeting time is usually 9 at night, since that is when you are both most likely to be able to sneak away.

Whoever is first will order a rum and settle into the booth closest to the exit, the one you can still see the bar from. Then they will wait for the other to show up.

The second person to come will order one beer, drinking it standing at the bar. Since there’s a mirror above the whole length of the bar, it’s easy to spot one another without having to meet directly.

You both drink up your respective drinks, leaving within ten minutes of each other. You meet outside, and then walk separately to a nearby hotel that neither of you stay at, rotating between a few, as to not be too obvious. You don’t go back to your hotel after that first night.

Most nights it’s Bonnie that is there first, since most times it’s easier for him to slip out. He sits at the booth then, his leg jumping up and down beneath the table. He knows it doesn’t look good, but he can’t help it. He just wants to be with you as much as he can.

The nights where you are the first one to arrive are actually the ones you love most. You get to sit there, unwind while thinking of Bonnie and waiting for him to stroll through the door.

He does indeed stroll, even though he denies it to high heaven. You definitely do not mind the way he walks, it makes him look even better and more irresistible.

Some nights, one of you can’t make it to the bar, and some neither of you makes it. You have an agreement that if the other one hasn’t show up an hour after the initial time, the other person should leave.

Those nights are the worst; they are spent alone in your respective ways, thinking about the other. You dislike those nights the most and you know Bonnie does too.

It’s also the fact that both of you know that the other one might be dead. With all the things happening with the vendetta it is a real possibility. You are of course the most likely candidate, but Bonnie isn’t out of the dangers way either with his and his family’s involvement with the Shelbys.

So you try to make the most of it the times you are able to meet, staying as long as you can, pushing the limits of how long you can be together without being missed or noticed.

You have to leave the hotel room eventually, you returning to the hotel where the rest of the mafia is staying, Bonnie back home to where ever his father has him. You both hate it, not being able to sleep in each other’s arms like you want to.

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When you find out Bonnie is a boxer, his body build suddenly makes more sense to you. The lean, but yet somehow still muscular shape of his body is a perfect build.

You don’t really ask him about it, he just tells you out of the blue one night.

You’ve just had sex, you are lighting another cigarette, like you almost always do afterwards. You have never offered him on before this night, almost seemed too intimate in a weird way, but tonight you do.

He declines with a shake of his head, just lying in bed next to you.

“What, you don’t smoke?”

“I try not to, my coach says it would interfere with my boxing.” You blink down at him.

“You box? What, like a hobby?” Bonnie looks up at you at that, almost seeming offended.

“Not a hobby, I’m going to go professional soon.” You hum, taking a long drag of your cigarette.

“Show me then.” Bonnie furrows his brow, flipping over so he’s on his stomach, still looking at you.

“You want me to box you?” He sounds so confused. You chuckle.

“No, I am many things, but a boxer I am not. I meant you get up and show me by yourself.” You lock eyes with him, taking another drag of your cigarette, blowing the smoke into his face. He waves the smoke out of his face.

“Okay then.” Het gets up, only in his underwear and takes up a stance on the floor. Even if he’s not even dressed, you can see the power in his stance. He throws a few jabs at an imaginary opponent; eyes focused somewhere right in front of him.

You know very little of boxing, having never really had any interest in the sport, but even you can tell that his punches are powerful. He does some more moves while you just sit and watch. When he stops, he’s panting slightly.

“What do you think?” Bonnie’s tone make it seem like he’s searching for something, like approval perhaps? You smile at him.

You beckon him back to the bed with a single finger, putting out your cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table. He goes slowly, settling in so his back is against the headboard. You straddle him.

“I know fuck all about boxing, but you looked really good.” Bonnie’s smile is glowing.

“Yeah?” You give him a quick kiss.

“Yes. And to show my appreciation of your boxing, I’m going to do this.” You say as you start to suck on his neck and roll your hips.

He moans, your hand sliding under his underwear, finding him half-hard already. You grin and start to make your way down his chest.

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Another hour later, you are laying next to each other again, both panting from your latest orgasm and looking at the ceiling.

You have a cigarette between your lips, unlit, as your lighter has fallen down from the bedside table at one point, and you are still too blissed out to summon any kind of muscle control to get it. The silence is comfortable.

“You should come see me sometime.” Confused, you turn your head towards Bonnie. It takes you a while to figure out what he means. You then remember the earlier conversation.

“Oh, one of your matches you mean?” He nods, turning his own head towards you.

“Maybe one day, if I can make it somehow.” You do want to, but you don’t dare making a promise that you might not be able to keep. It would be rude and maybe even bad luck.

With that thought in your head, you get up with a groan to look for your lighter so you can smoke your cigarette. Bonnie watches your back while you look, saying nothing.

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It’s not long before you give Bonnie a nickname. It’s not on purpose really; it just slips out of your mouth on night while you are kissing slowly.

“Bello, Bello.” You whisper in-between kisses, not even realising that you have done it until Bonnie stops and pulls slightly away from you.

“Bello?” He’s confused, you can tell. You are too until you figure out what happened.

“Oh, it’s a nickname for one you care for. It means handsome.” Bonnie grins, you through to fight the butterflies forming in your stomach to no avail.

“Really? You think I’m handsome?”

“Yes, I do.” You lean in, kissing his briefly on the lips.

“My handsome Bonnie.” You kiss his cheek.

“My Bello.” You kiss the other cheek.

“Mine.” You give him a single kiss on his neck, which turns into several more, which turns into another round in bed. Neither of you mind that at all.

Bonnie tells you he really likes the nickname, so it sticks after that. You try to whisper it to him as often as you can, sprinkled in-between mutterings of his name, and sighs of pleasure.

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“Where are you going every night?” You look up from where you had been cleaning your gun to catch Luca standing in the doorway of your hotel room, watching you. You take a drag from your cigarette that have been resting in the ashtray next to you while you worked.

“Since when do you care where I go at night Luca?” You go back to cleaning your gun, cigarette back in the ashtray.

“Since we’re in this shit-hole of a country and in the middle of a vendetta against the Shelbys.” His tone is sharp, but not unkind. You sigh. You let the lie you knew would have to come roll of your tongue.

“I’m fucking whores Luca, not like there’s much else to do here when we’re not shooting at someone or being shot at.” Silence for a few seconds, then the closest thing to a laugh you have heard from Luca in months.

“Yeah, just make sure you don’t get anything you don’t want from them.” You look up at him with a frown on your face.

“Thought you knew me better than that Luca, I do have standards and good taste when it comes to whores.” Luca snorts, hiding a grin behind his hand while pretending to scratch his cheek.

“I seem to remember things very differently. Remember, what’s her name, Elizabeth Rizzo?” You groan, this time Luca doesn’t even hide is grin.

“Ah yes, didn’t she follow you home at one point.”

“Okay, one bad fucking choice. Not my damn fault.”

“Whatever you say, I’ll let you clean the rest of your guns in peace.” Luca closes the door behind himself when he leave, grin still on his face.

“Motherfucker.” You haven’t seen Luca joke like that in a long time. You doubt it will ever happen again.

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You are there at the boxing match when it all goes down. You are watching Bonnie box from the shadows, not in your own clothes, blending into the crowd. Luca had sent you there to keep an eye on everything, to make sure that it all goes to plan.

You are only really watching Bonnie in the ring, paying no mind to anything else but him. He is beautiful in the way he moves.

You don’t like seeing him take hits, but you know he’s just waiting for an opportunity to strike. Or he has been told to wait, to draw out the fight to make it more exciting. If you were the kind of person to bet, you would have gone for that.

In the fourth round Bonnie knocks Goliath out, to an uproar from the crowd.

Then Thomas Shelby is in the ring, firing his gun in the air, screaming that his brother has been killed. He seems mad with grief. You pretend to be shocked and scared, playing along with the rest of the crowd.

You manage to make it out of there without anyone catching on to your Italian roots. Your time with Bonnie had paid off in an unexpected way as you are able to mimic his accent to almost perfection when you need to speak.

You make it out of the venue without any trouble, but are stopped just a block away by two men that are clearly Peaky Blinders.

“Mr Shelby wants to speak with you.” You shift your gaze between the two men, thinking about shooting them both and making a run for it. But you don’t.

If Shelby wanted you dead, you would have been as soon as you stepped into the venue. So instead you spread your arms wide, showing that you are unarmed, like everyone had to be.

“Show me the way fellas.”

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When Luca Changretta meets with Thomas Shelby for the last time, you are one of many that stand by, not doing anything when your boss and friend dies.

He calls your name before anyone else’s, staring in disbelief when neither you nor anyone else says anything.

You stand there, watching him be beaten by Tommy Shelby, then shot and killed by the recently resurrected Arthur Shelby. Not like he was dead in the first place, but seeing the shock on everyone that believed he was is something else.

Before you came to England you would never dreamed of doing anything like this, but love changes a person and their priorities.

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When everyone leaves to go back home, you give some weak excuse about why you stay behind to the men. A few of them guess your real intentions correctly, but you don’t tell them how right they are, instead just telling them to fuck off, and to make sure they get on the boat before it leaves without them.

You stand on the docks, watching the boat leave and smoking when you are joined by another presence at your side. A quick look and you recognize Thomas Shelby, just standing there with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette in his mouth. You say nothing, keeping your eyes locked on the boat.

“Thought we told everyone to fuck off.”

“I didn’t stay because of any of you, so don’t fucking flatter yourself.” The look he gives you is sceptical and calculating. You hadn’t expected anything less.

“I can’t really go back to New York now can I? My boss and friend got fucking murdered and I stood by and did fuck all didn’t I? And I rather not join this new boss. There’s going to be no trust there with my previous position and history. I got a better chance of staying alive in this shit-hole.”

“You seem fine with sending the rest of them home.” You glance at him, waving dismissively with your cigarette.

“They were low-ranking soldiers, not much more any of them except Daniel and Matteo. The real loyal ones you already killed, so there’s that.”

“We could always kill you.” You snort, taking a deep drag of your cigarette, finally turning to look at Thomas Shelby properly.

“Except there would no fucking point would there Mr Shelby? Luca is dead, the vendetta is gone, and as I already have said, I’m not here for you.” Shelby watches you, face made of stone.

“I guess not.” You take a last drag of your cigarette before you throw it on the ground, stepping on it to kill the flame.

“Thank you Mr Shelby.” You do a mock bow; this time it’s Mr Shelby who snorts.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere I would rather be than on a shitty dock with you.” He says nothing, so you take it as your cue to leave.

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You don’t see Thomas Shelby for a few months, which you are more than happy with. You much prefer spending time with Bonnie, the real reason you stayed behind in this country you supposedly hate.

You are in a bar somewhere in London, tucked away in a private booth with Bonnie. It’s a slow night; you haven’t really done anything except talk and drink all night, just happy to be with each other. You are so glad Bonnie had managed to sneak away from his training and father for the weekend so you could spend time together.

You know that some of that time will be spent in bed together, but for now you are content with this. You make sure to steal some kisses between the talking and people watching you two do, always quick and discreet.

Your hand is on his thigh all night, almost absentmindedly slowly stroking it. You can tell it’s making Bonnie’s mind go places that you definitely don’t mind.

He gets up for only the second time tonight, telling you he has to use the bathroom and then he’ll return with more drinks for both of you. You give him a quick peck on the lips before he goes.

While you wait, you go back to just watching the other patrons in the bar. You are so preoccupied with trying to make up a funny backstory about the man with silver striped hair to tell to Bonnie when he gets back, that you don’t notice that someone new have slid into the booth opposite you before they give your shin a light kick under the table.

You startle, ready to hurl whatever insult you can think of at the person, then you notice who it is. Thomas fucking Shelby.

“Mr Shelby.” Your tone is clipped, trying to very much tell him to fuck off without saying the actual words. He ignores it of course, the bastard.

“So this is what you stayed for.” He says, gesturing to the bar.

“I do believe that is none of your fucking business.” He gets out a package of cigarettes, taking one for himself before offering you one. You take one, hoping it will get him to leave quicker, and to make sure he has at least one less cigarette to enjoy. He lights his with a match, you light yours with your lighter.

“It is my fuckin’ business when you’re one of the people that tried to kill me and my family, and killed my brother, just a few months ago.”

“I thought I made it very clear last time we met that I didn’t fucking stay for you, you obtuse prick.”

“So what did you stay for then?” Before you can give a similar answer to the one you gave just minutes ago, Bonnie appears next to you, bottle of rum and two glasses in hand.

“Mr Shelby?” Bonnie is one big question mark beside you. Shelby flickers his eyes quickly between you two before a slow grin appears on his face.

“Bonnie, nice to see you again. So this is where you have been sneaking off to ey’?” Bonnie stammers, slowly turning red. You pull him down on the seat next to you.

“Kindly fuck off Mr. Shelby.” Bonnie gapes at your rudeness, Shelby just grins.

“Okay, I can tell when I’m clearly not wanted.” He gets up, buttoning his jacket, looking every bit the bastard he is.

“Be sure to be back in time for you training on Monday Bonnie, don’t want your father to worry ey’?” Bonnie doesn’t answer, while you give Shelby the finger. He says nothing, another grin spreading on his face before he turns and leaves, disappearing into the crowd.

“You shouldn’t have acted like that in front of Mr. Shelby.” You don’t answer that, instead watching the crowd to make sure that his stupid cap is gone. You pull Bonnie into your side, making him let out a noise close to a squeak that he will forever deny making.

“I know I said I wasn’t here for him, but I do really want to shoot him right now.” Bonnie rolls his eyes, recognising your mood for what it is, mostly annoyance at having your night interrupted.

He finally puts the glasses down on the table, pouring you both a glass of rum. He gives on to you, you take it absentmindedly, still making sure that Shelby is really gone. Bonnie taps your cheek, making you focus back on him.

“Ignore him. I’m here, you’re here, and there is no one else we should be focusing on right now.” You sigh. You know he is right. You lean in, giving him a quick kiss.

“Sorry, you’re right.” After that, you go back to what you were doing before you were interrupted, just enjoying each other’s company.

At some time during the night, you leave the bar, ending up at your apartment, in your bed, thoroughly enjoying each other’s company. And for now, you are happy.

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