“He looked at the boy with the knife to his throat, the boy whose black eyelashes feathered down against his cheekbones as he glanced away from Kit, and he felt something like a shock of recognition pass through him.
He thought, Howbeautiful.”
“Ty raised his head. Kit got a quick flash of the color of his eyes: true gray, that gray that was almost silver.”
“Ty smiled. It was a genuine, light-up-your-face-type smile, and it made Kit remember the first time he’d met Ty. Ty hadn’t been sitting on him then, but he had been holding a dagger to Kit’s throat. Kit had looked at him and forgotten the knife and thought, Beautiful.”
“Ty laughed. The salt air had tangled his arrow-straight black hair, and his eyes glowed like the moonlight on the water. Kit just stared, unable to think of anything else clever to say, as Ty gently placed the starfish back in its tide pool.”
“Ty climbed up onto the porch beside Kit and sat down. He smelled faintly of desert, sand and sage. Kit thought of the way he’d liked the sound of Ty’s voice: It was rare to hear someone get that kind of sincere pleasure out of simply sharing information.”
“Ty shook his head again. His black hair was sticking to his forehead. Kit frowned. He wanted to grab Ty and drag him out of the Market to somewhere it would be calm and quiet. He remembered Ty saying that he hated crowds, that the sheer noise and confusion was “like broken glass in my head.”
“Ty was leaning forward, his arms clasping his body tightly. Kit wanted to reach out, wanted to put his hands on Ty, wanted to tell him it would be all right, communicate it in a way that startled him.”
“He looked anxious, the shadows under his eyes more pronounced. Kit wanted to go across the table and put his arms around Ty the way he had the night before, on the roof. He felt intensely protective of the other boy, in a way that was strange and unnerving. He’d cared about people before, mostly his father, but he’d never wanted to protect them. He wanted to kill anyone who would try to hurt Ty. It was a very peculiar feeling.”
“Ty smiled, and despite everything that was happening, it made Kit want to smile, too.”
“He knew he ought to feel exhausted, but there was something about Ty’s energy, the brightness and concentration of his focus, that worked on Kit like caffeine. It woke him up inside with a sense of promise, as if the moments in front of him suddenly held endless possibilities.”
“Your whole family would miss you,” said Kit, “and I would miss you.”
I’ve already done a post about how to get into makeup, and one about how to get into SFX, so I figured I might as well make one for skincare. I have extremely sensitive, extremely acne-prone skin, so when it comes to skincare products, I’ve literally tried everything. It’s gotten to the point where I’m the “resident expert” that all of my family and friends come to when they need help figuring out which products to use.
I think a lot of people don’t take proper care of their skin because they have the misconception that it’s time-consuming and/or expensive. Honestly, I spend less than two minutes on skincare on most days, and I only use affordable products that are available at drug stores. No matter who you are, you can afford to take good care of your skin.
product names you’re likely to see, and what they mean:
cleanser is just soap that’s gentle enough for the delicate skin on your face. It comes in liquid, cream, and even powder formulas, but all you need to know is that if the label says “cleanser,” then it’s just face wash. If you’re only going to use one skincare product, this is the one you should invest in.
Note: You should NEVER use bar soap on your face! The skin on your face is thinner and more delicate than the skin on the rest of your body, and most bar soaps will damage it. There are some cleansers that come in bar form, but as a general rule you should never use a product on your face that wasn’t made specifically to be used on faces.
moisturizer is probably the second most commonly-used product, after cleanser. This is exactly what it sounds like – it’s basically lotion that is specially made to be used on your face. No matter what your skin type is, you should be moisturizing daily. (Proper moisturization actually helps cut down on oily skin in most cases.)
toner (sometimes also called astringent) is a product that is usually applied after cleanser, but before moisturizer. It’s called “toner” because it tones your skin, as well as cleansing any dirt or grime that your cleanser missed. Not everyone needs to use toner, but if you have oily or acne-prone skin, I’d recommend it.
a face mask is any product that is made to be used occasionally to give your skin a little extra love. A lot of them are made to address certain issues, like acne, dryness, or dullness. Usually, you apply it and let it sit on your face for a few minutes before you wash it off. I personally try to use a mask on my face once or twice a week whenever I have the time, but they’re more of a treat than a necessity. (And you probably shouldn’t use them every day.)
exfoliators or exfoliating scrubs are products designed to buff away dead skin cells. Usually, they have some kind of gritty texture to them (like sugar grains) that scrubs off the dead skin. Like face masks, they’re more of a treat than a necessity, but unlike with face masks, too much exfoliating can actually hurt your skin. You should never exfoliate more than 2-3 times a week, and never, ever exfoliate two days in a row.
pore strips are kind of like waxing strips for your face, but instead of removing hair, they remove blackheads and other junk clogging your pores. I would not recommend pore strips to someone who is new to skincare, and like with exfoliators, using them too often can really damage your skin. If you’re going to use them, you should never use them more than once every three days.
There are other product names that you might see floating around online (like “essence” or “facial oil”), but these are the basic products that you need to know about. Honestly, if you have a good cleanser, toner, and moisturizer (plus maybe a face mask or two for occasional pampering), then you don’t really need any other products, because those three will get the job done.
how to build your own skincare routine:
The first step is to understand your skin type. The three most common types are: dry, oily, and combination (in between dry and oily). Shop for products that are designed and labelled for your skin type. (If you have a lot of acne, look for products labelled “acne care” or something along those lines. If you have a lot of skin allergies, or if your skin doesn’t react well to harsh chemicals, look for products made for sensitive skin.)
Go to the nearest Walmart, CVS, Walgreen’s, ect. with $20, and find the skincare aisle. Keeping your skin type in mind, look for a good cleanser and a good moisturizer. (If you have oily or acne-prone skin, you might want to pick up a toner as well.) If you can, look for generic brands (I know Walmart carries one called Equate) that make products with the same ingredients as name-brand products, but significantly cheaper. (If you’re looking for cruelty-free products, check out the brands Burt’s Bees and Yes To.)
If you want to make things easier, you can buy all of the products you need in a pack. (Like this, or this.) These usually contain a cleanser, a toner, and a moisturizer.
Every morning when you first wake up, wash your face with the cleanser and pat it dry with a clean towel. Then apply the toner, if you bought one – you do not wash this off. Then (after waiting a few seconds for the toner to take effect), apply your moisturizer. That’s literally all there is to it. If you’re a morning shower person, you can save time by washing your face in the shower, then applying toner and moisturizer after you get out.
Every night before you go to bed, do the same thing. (Of course, if you wear makeup, you’ll have to remove it, either with makeup remover or with warm water, before you wash your face.)
Right before bed is a good time to use face masks/exfoliators/pore strips, if you want. I always wash my face first, then skip over my toner and go straight into applying the mask/exfoliator/strip, and let it sit for as long as the directions on the packaging indicate. After I wash it off, I use my moisturizer like always.
Congratulations! You now have a skincare routine!
This post goes into detail of all the products and tricks I use in my own personal routine, if you’re curious.
I hope this post was helpful! If you have any questions about specific products, or about treating specific skin conditions, feel free to message me and I’ll try to help in any way I can.
masterlist (there’s more beauty/skincare tips on there, if you’re interested)
( Melly’s Mod Notes: Eeeey my first Transformers Prime request! I’ll be doing only SFW headcanons for the two since it’s not specified if NSFW was desired. If you want, just shoot in another ask and I’ll get to work on that. )
✦ Does the human want to know why they’re the constant target of attempted kidnappings? It’s because Megatron has a thing for them. Clearly that means the best solution to this is to get his servos on the human.
✦ What draws him to this organic, this little being whose entire lifespan will be a mere footnote compared to his? He isn’t sure and that’s what vexes him. Something about the human’s smile and the way their eyes light up whenever they laugh causes his vents to hitch and his spark to ache. It’s a weakness, they are a weakness. A weakness he’s willing to embrace. Provided he gets the human and keeps them to himself forever and ever.
✦ If Optimus becomes the guardian of the human since someone needs to look out for them, considering the attempts to capture them and all, expect the Decepticons’ efforts to get them to double. Megatron is a petty, jealous ‘con when it comes to Optimus and will not take well to the news of the Prime getting closer to his human.
✦ He confesses his feelings in the most overdramatic, villainous way possible. When a competent Decpeticon finally captures the human - Soundwave, most likely - Optimus leads the team in getting the human back. Megatron and Optimus duke it out and are generally yelling at each other, exchanging barbs before Megatron starts talking about how he’s lost so much to Optimus already, there’s no way he’ll allow him to take away his human.
✦ So the cat’s out of the bag and the human is out of the cage after Optimus is able to knock down Megatron long enough to get them and have them escape. Naturally the human is unsure of how to feel about this situation. Not every day you get a warlord to fall in love with you but they also have a warlord in love with them. Team Prime and the human are going to have a long chat about this when they finally escape and Megatron goes back to plotting.
✦ At first the human will think that Arcee doesn’t like them at all with how she’s aloof around them and doesn’t want to even speak with them. Every time they try to approach her for something, she waves them off or hands them over to Bumblebee or Smokescreen. (Sometimes literally. She. Just picks them up and hands them to a confused ‘bot as she walks to somewhere else. At least she’s very careful when handling them.) It worries the human a lot because… Did they do something wrong? They were only trying to help her out like polish her armour and get her energon and little things like that. Maybe she thought they were being condescending or something…?
✦ It’ll take Jack pulling the human aside to explain hahahaha no. That isn’t the case at all. Arcee likes them a lot but is scared of opening herself up again considering what happened to her last two partners. Hearing this will help strengthen to become closer with Arcee, now refusing to let her push them away. She gets frustrated by their efforts, at first, before they start to worm their way into their spark. She doesn’t realise it until one day she sees the human laughing with Raf and paling around with Miko and finds the sound of their laughter beautiful and their smile mesmerising and. Oh no. Oh no.Oh no she caught feelings.
✦ Confessing will have to be done on the human’s part and they need to be serious about it. No joking around, no attempts to pull ‘haha kidding and haha no for real I have feelings for you’ - They gotta show Arcee that they want to be with her despite their differences in a lot of things, that they’re willing to make this work because they love her and want to give her the world since her smile is one of the most dazzling things they’ve ever seen.
✦ Very protective after they officially become a couple. She doesn’t want her human to get hurt and she has Jack to watch out for. Will run herself ragged to protect both of them and it’ll take both humans to get her to not do that. Her human will do what they can to help her unwind and relax when she returns to the base after she’s been out on a mission. Which includes kissing her faceplates and cuddling sessions. Very important stuff.
✦ Loves to flirt and tease their human as their relationship strengthens and grows. Witty banter and a flirty back-and-forth is expected now, to the point Jack groans and leaves the room since the couple don’t seem interested in getting a room anytime soon but no one is really complaining about the change in relationship Arcee has with the human. If anything they’re happy for her. She starts to open up again, starts to loosen up again and Optimus can’t help but watch the lively conversation Arcee has with her human with a small smile on his faceplates. It’s been a long time since anyone has heard her genuinely laugh.
Hi guys! I feel like it’s been ages since I posted something but I finally had some time again. This is very smutty like always so please don’t read it if you aren’t comfortable with filthy stuff. It’s not been proofread so please forgive any mistakes!xxxx
Harry felt like he couldn’t hold himself back anymore, like he had no control over his body.
He craved her.
He hadn’t had her in so goddamn long. Maybe it was a week, maybe two or maybe a month, he didn’t know. The only thing he knew was that it was way too long since he had her underneath him.
It was his fault though. He was so incredibly busy with working on his music and jumping from one thing to the other that at the end of the day there was no time for Y/N.
She understood that though, better than anyone else. She knew from the beginning that sometimes his work would get in their way, and she wasn’t mad about that. She supported him as good as possible.
The only thing she was a bit sad about was the fact that she couldn’t support him in that way right now. She knew he was exhausted when he came home and she understood that he wasn’t up for sex then but she also saw the frustration in his eyes and how painfully hard he was in the morning.
She noticed his whole body being tense, his shoulders never relaxing and his neck always looking like he couldn’t properly move it. She just wanted to help him.
But she also know he wouldn’t let her. He always denied that he needed something. “No, love. M'just tired.”
It was true he was tired, but he also needed a release.
And because she knew he wouldn’t do anything about it anytime soon she took matters into her own hand.
She knew the effect she had on him, especially when she wore his clothes or a pair of lace panties or…
His shirt with lace panties.
He had a day off and she had a feeling he would want to spend it sleeping and working some more but she wouldn’t let him.
So when she knew he woke up from his nap she made her way upstairs in his white Rolling Stones shirt and a pair of white lace panties that left nothing to the imagination.
She walked into the bedroom and felt his eyes on her half naked body immediately. She made her way to the drawer right across the bed and bent down, acting like she looked for something at the bottom. She knew his eyes were looking at the place she wanted them to look, almost feeling the heat on her skin.
She turned around after a few moments, catching Harry’s eyes roaming her whole body with hit bottom lip between his teeth.
“Have you seen my-”
“Come here.” he interrupted her.
“What?” she asked with fake surprise.
“Come here. Please.” he almost begged.
She made her way to the bed, crawling on top of it until she reached him.
“What’s going on?” she asked him.
He took hold of one of her legs and made her straddle his hips, sighing when her skin came in contact with his.
His hands moved from her thighs over those goddamn panties, up to her waist underneath his shirt.
“Should ask you that.” he replied with a cocked eyebrow.
“You come up her looking like… God, baby.”
She smirked at his flustered state, his cheeks slowly turning pinker and his eyes getting wider.
“You like it?” she questioned teasingly.
“You know what you do to me when you wear my clothes. And lace panties. But both together… fuck.”
She giggled softly and leaned closer to him.
“Did that on purpose, you know. You haven’t touched me in so long. Thought that this would finally make you do it.” she whispered into his ear.
He groaned and closed his eyes briefly before opening them again and letting his hands wander from her sides to her back, pressing her tightly against him.
“You think so? I don’t know about that, pet. You teased me quite a lot with this little outfit. Think I need to punish you a bit for that.”
She whimpered and released a quiet ‘god, yes.’ Maybe it wasn’t him who was that needy after all. Maybe it was all her.
He removed his shirt from her body in a split second, pressing her naked chest to his immediately after.
His lips began to press wet kisses against her neck, making her sigh out at how good it felt. He reached her chest on his path, his lips wrapping around one nipple and sucking on it until it was hard and repeating it on the other one. She was moaning and squirming already even though he hasn’t done anything yet.
“Turn around.” he told her, helping her until she was lying between his legs with her back to his chest.
He let his hands grab her tits for a moment, squeezing them slightly and pinching her pink nipples gently before he let his hands stroke over her whole upper body, his lips constantly pressing kisses to her neck.
His fingertips reached the line of her panties after a bit, teasingly stroking her skin right above the lace and making her body shudder with the tickling touch.
“Love those panties. So pretty.” he whispered into her ear.
Her eyes were closed so that she could enjoy his touch as much as possible. She wanted him to rip that unnecessary piece of clothing from her body already and touch her. But Harry had other plans.
His hand cupped her over her panties, a low moan rumbling through his chest when he felt her wetness through the almost none existent fabric. Y/N sighed out when she finally felt his touch against her aching center, her hips lifting off the mattress immediately but Harry held her down and wrapped one arm tightly around her waist so she had no ability to move.
His fingers stroked over her whole sex before they landed on that one spot that would make her eyes roll back and her lips part with breathless moans.
He began to rub her clit gently over the lace, her thighs tensing immediately. Sounds of pleasure left her lips when he sped up his movements and applied more pressure, her over sensitive nerves even more responsive to his touch than usually.
“You like it?” he asked her even though he knew the answer.
“God, yes.” she moaned out.
“I’m not even touching you fully, and you already loose your mind?” he teased her.
It was true. He wasn’t actually touching her completely, but still she was absolutely fucked out.
“Yes.” the word was dragged out, her voice getting high pitched at the end.
Harry made sure to touch just the right place, made sure he pressed and rubbed it with just the right pace.
He knew she was about to loose her mind, explode right in his lap. He knew the pent up frustration would make her come even faster than usually.
“Harry.” she whined when her body began to squirm and her legs began to trash around.
“Touch me. P-Please, I- Oh.”
“But I am touching you, baby.”
“N-No, want you to touch me without these panties, please.”
“Nuh-uh.” Harry made.
“Told you I had to punish you.”
She almost cried out but held herself back from protesting and getting into even more trouble.
“I’ll let you come though.” he whispered.
He sped up his movements and pressed against her clit harder, making her slip over the edge and loose any control. She was moaning louder than ever, Harry was almost worried she was in pain. She was squirming and trashing around in his lap, her whole body shaking against him. The moans kept on leaving her body, echoing through the room.
Harry was moaning himself too, he always enjoyed it when she came. He cupped her between her legs again when she finished completely, loving the way she rubbed herself against his hand to ride out the last bit of her pleasure.
“Harry.” she whimpered after a bit.
He moved away from her body, letting her lay down with her back against the pillows. He shuffled on the bed until he was between her legs, his hands separating them so he was able to situate himself in the middle. She looked at him with glossy eyes, looking so goddamn fucked out that Harry almost lost it right there.
He lied down between her legs, his hands on her thighs, hooking them over his shoulders. Y/N whimpered at the image in front of her, his face between her thighs always made her feel some type of way.
She hoped, hoped so fucking much that he would rip that stupid piece of lace from her body but he didn’t. He spread her legs as wide as he could, his fingertips stroking softly over the fabric that made him loose his mind.
He leaned down and kissed along the path above lace, wandering down and letting his nose run over her, breathing her in. He rubbed the tip of it over her clit, feeling how soaked she was. Her scent swarmed his senses, getting so intense that he couldn’t help his tongue licking her over her panties. It felt strange against his tongue to not have her skin against it but he didn’t stop, to eager and desperate to lick her to her next orgasm.
Her hands shot down to his head, her fingers getting lost in the mess that was his hair. The way she pulled at his hair created a sting that almost turned into pain but he didn’t mind, he liked it rough.
She was pulling him closer, making his face bury into her even more but he loved it by the sound he made.
His tongue licked over her with broad strokes, the tip of it circling her clit over and over again. It felt different, the fabric created a different sensation but it was a good different.
It didn’t take her long to break apart again, shaky moans and choked gasps left her while her whole body tensed and arched off the bed. He licked her through it, moaning against her to create that bit of vibration against her that always made her loose it.
When she came down he came up for air, his lips swollen from how they rubbed against the rough fabric of her lace panties. He connected his lips to hers in a hungry kiss, pressing her into the pillows. A whine left Y/N’s mouth when his teeth sunk into her bottom lip, the sting a bit too much for her to handle right now.
He pulled back after a few moments and took his boxer shorts off, throwing them behind him. Next was finally her panties, a relieved sigh left her when they were finally off her body.
Harry’s eyes roamed her naked body like a starving man, the hunger clear in his look.
“Turn around, love. Please.” he almost begged her.
She did what he said, turning on her stomach so her backside was on full display for him. He spread her legs apart immediately, groaning quietly when he saw her dripping wet pussy.
She turned her head to look back at him, begging him with his eyes to do just anything. Somehow he understood what she wanted and positioned himself between her thighs, lined the tip of his rock hard cock up with her entrance and thrusted in immediately.
A relieved moan left both of them when they felt each other again. God, how they missed this.
Harry made sure he was as deep inside of her as possible, his hips pressed against her ass, before he began to move. He let his dick stroke her walls almost carefully before he began to sped up his movements.
“Harder. Please, I need it harder.” Y/N whined from beneath him and his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head.
He fucked her harder than, his hips snapping against her ass and creating a filthy sound that added to the wetness of her pussy and her moans.
“God, yes. Fuck me, Harry.”
He groaned and let himself fall down on her back, his arms no longer able to support his body. Y/N let out a surprised squeal when his cock reached even deeper than and she had no way to move anymore. Harry rolled his hips against her ass, the movement making his dick massage her walls roughly.
He was moving so fast and hard, his cock never leaving her walls, only hitting that one spot over and over again. She was screaming and sobbing underneath him, the sensitivity of her pussy and his harsh thrusts almost to much for her to handle and she felt the control slip through her fingers.
He was fucking her so good, as good as he always did. And she felt so goddamn amazing, as amazing as she always did.
They both didn’t last long and soon they both were coming with loud shouts and moans and shaking bodies that felt like they would never come down from their mind-blowing orgasm. Harry let the ride out their highs, his hips not stopping their movements until it was over..
He pulled out of her and fell beside her to the mattress, both breathing harshly and occasional whimpers leaving their lips. Harry turned his head to look at her and smirked when he saw how fucked out she looked and knew that he did that to her.
He mustered up the strength to move his body so he could stroke her cheek and see her fully.
“You good, my love?”
“Yes. God, yes.” she sighed with her eyes still closed.
Harry chuckled at her and pressed a soft kiss against her cheek.
“Missed you like that, you know?”
That’s when she opened her eyes and looked at him.
“Missed you too.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t have any time for you lately. Should have taken days off and spent them with you and not neglecting you like this.” he whispered sadly.
“Hey, s'okay. Think you made up for it quite well.” she grinned.
A slow smile spread over his face and he nodded.
“Thank you for being patient with me.”
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Literally feel like Minseok and Sehun filmed this part of the MV for me (GIF) How relatable is it to this story though? Haha. Enjoy guys.
It had been two days since the incident between Sehun and
Minseok and Sehun still hadn’t come home yet, despite how badly he treated you throughout your time in the house you couldn’t help but hope that he was okay
wherever he was. Minseok had told everyone about the situation briefly, but not
into depth about you and him, only about Sehun being missing and so now everyone was on
high alert. Chanyeol and Jongdae had driven round the area four times in the past two days, but there was no sign of him. Junmyeon had insisted that you carry on
with your preparations for Red you had all been planning for a while and
tomorrow was the day.
You were all sat in the board room going through the final, finer details and making sure you hadn’t overlooked anything.
“We have an issue though.” Kyungsoo said from his chair
resting his hands on his lap. “Without Sehun here, how will you distract the
security on the fifth floor. The cameras are constantly recording and there are
always operators in the surveillance room, I really don’t see how we can
distract them now.” The room was silent for a while. Kyungsoo was right, there
was no way they could cross the fifth floor of such a big corporation without a
“I don’t know. Maybe we could use Ara? Put her in the elevator and
have it open up on the fifth floor, it would pique their interest and they’d
work to get her out of there too.” Jongdae shrugged his shoulder from where he
was sat, looking at Junmyeon and waiting for approval. Kris’ face turned dark, almost as though a switch had been flicked on inside of him.
“How dare you suggest using and putting my daughter in such
a dangerous situation? Who the fuck do you think you are?!” He shouted at
Jongdae, causing Ara in his lap to cry at his outburst.
“No Jongdae, we’re not doing that and Kris can you take your
fucking child outside, she’s giving me a headache.” Junmyeon groaned, rubbing
the temples of his head.
Kris sighed standing, bouncing Ara in his hands. “It’s okay
sweetie, daddy’s got you.” He cooed in her ear exiting the board.
“Well we could use Y/N right? I mean you’ve done it once?”
Tao said, pointing in your direction, causing all of the boys to turn to you.
“No.” Chanyeol shook his head, crossing his arms over his
chest. You gulped hard, you really weren’t sure that you were prepared to do
this kind of thing again, especially now since Red knew who you were, you
definitely wouldn’t come out alive, you stared around the table nervously.
“Look Tao is right, I’m sorry but using Y/N may be the only
way that we can do this.” Junmyeon brushed a hand in his hair, “but we’ll have
one of the guys tailing you so that you’ll be okay.”
You pouted, your lips quivering as you looked up at
Chanyeol. He looked back at you sadly but the power was no longer in his hands.
You sighed, sinking into your chair, you may aswell get Chanyeol to start
planning your funeral now you thought to yourself.
“We’ll have you go up to the fifth floor Y/N and exit there.
The security cameras will see you and be too occupied to look at the other
surveillance screens. Meaning that Jongin or Yixing can slip onto the executive floor and
take out Red. I’ll send Minseok up into the lift directly after you so that he
can take out anyone who tries attacking you on the fifth floor. Baekhyun and
Chanyeol have the emergency exits down, which we all already know about anyway
and Kris can leave Ara home with Kyungsoo.” He nodded at no one in particular,
as if confirming what he had said to be sure that it made sense to him. He let
out a deep sigh.
“Get some sleep boys…and girl. Tomorrow’s make or break. Kill
or be killed okay?”
“What about Sehun?” Yixing asked, looking up at Junmyeon
with a worried expression. Junmyeon sighed again, but this time he didn’t reply
and just left the board.
It was silent for a while, all of you were taking in everything. The fact that
this may be your last time in this board room and seeing the others’ faces. It
was like the last supper but without the food.
“Hey guys, you’d never hear me admit this on a normal day or
anything, but since this is the largest scale thing we’ve ever done…I’m
scared. Like I’m fucking bricking it.” Baekhyun laughed nervously looking
around the table. “I’m scared that if I get hurt and you guys get hurt, nobody
will be able to piece us back together, we’ll just…die.” He blinked, his face
lacking any type of emotion now and it made your stomach twist. Suddenly
involuntarily you began to cry, it was silent but it was also very obvious. Everyone
in the room began to stare at you. You got up and slowly walked over to Chanyeol
sitting on his lap and hugging him tight, your hot tears soaking into his
sweater. He was rubbing your back with his hand.
“I might never see you again. So I’m saying goodbye now, the
10 years has been great Chan.” You breathed in between sobs.
“Don’t say that Y/N, we’re going to survive this okay.” But
his words sounded as empty as you felt inside, he didn’t know if you’d come
back either, you were sure that you were all assuming the worst by this point. You
slowly ripped yourself away from his body, excusing yourself from the room and
making your way up to your bedroom. You dropped onto your bed laying flat on
your stomach, crying into your pillow, tasting the saltiness of your tears
every now and then. After a while you heard a light knock on your door. You
didn’t bother answering, but the person came in anyway.
It was Kyungsoo.
“I thought you’d be crying. Your favourite hobby.” He joked
shutting the door behind him and wheeling himself over to you. You lifted your
head from your pillow, eyes red and face wet.
“You’ll be fine Y/N. I’m sure you will. You have Chanyeol protecting you aswell
as Yixing, Jongin…and Minseok.” He gave you a knowing look, you pretended you
hadn’t noticed it. He laughed softly.
“Don’t worry I know Y/N. I’ve known for a while, I’m a good judge of character
it was just extremely obvious to me. The way you both look at each other across
the dining table and in the board.”
You slowly looked at Kyungsoo, you didn’t know you had been quite so obvious
with it all, but apparently you had. “I’ve dissuaded Jongin to pursue you,
hopefully he’ll back off a bit now. But really I came here to say thanks.
Honestly if it wasn’t for you, I think I would’ve topped myself a while ago and
thanks for…you know…cleaning me up that day.” He looked at his lap
bashfully causing you to smile through your tears assuring him that it was
Just then the door opened, revealing Minseok standing at your door frame.
“Oh sorry I didn’t realise…I’ll come back late–”
“No. I was just leaving.” Kyungsoo gave you a small smile
and began to wheel himself out of the room, Minseok standing aside allowing him
to go past. He closed the door behind Kyungsoo. Clearing his throat he looked at
you walking in your direction and sitting next to you on the bed.
“Hey, don’t cry Y/N. I promise you we’ll try to look after
you.” He dragged you closer to him so that you were pressed up against each
other, the warmth of his body feeling extremely comforting at this moment in
“I’m so scared Minseok, what if we all die?” You sniffed
your face was still wet with tears that Minseok was wiping away with his hand.
“Look Y/N I won’t lie to you and tell you we’ll survive,
because there’s always a possibility that we could die but we just have to stay
optimistic and try hard.” He pulled you in for a hug and it lingered for a
while before you pulled away again.
“What about Sehun? You whispered, almost as thought you were
too scared to say it out loud.
Minseok sighed into your hair staying silent for a while,
then; “I don’t know Y/N but I just really hope he’s okay. I love the kid I
really do. You don’t think I was too harsh on him do you?”
You shook your head slowly. “No. I mean I understand why
he’s upset but it was becoming a bit much, beside it was time you told him.”
Minseok nodded, slowly shifting you over from your side of the bed and lifting you
onto his lap to face him. He bent his neck down and began kissing your lips,
his hands roaming up and down your sides. Suddenly he slipped his tongue into
your mouth, catching you off guard but you didn’t resist him. Now you could
really taste him in your mouth and the concept of it was exciting you beyond
belief. You wrapped you arms around his neck drinking in that same familiar
smell that you had allowed yourself to become addicted to. He slipped his
tongue out of your mouth and lowered his head to your neck where began kissing
and sucking on your soft spot eliciting an almost inaudible intake of breath from
“Minseok…stop…” You gasped. His fingers were digging
into your waist as he brought his lips back to yours slipping his tongue into
your mouth again. This time around you decided to use your tongue back.
Everything that you were doing felt so scandalous and sinful but at the same
time it felt so right. His hands were roaming up and down your body as though
he couldn’t help himself. You pulled away, your heart pounding.
“No, Minseok … I’m not ready…”
“I wasn’t going to make you Y/N.” He smiled softly placing a
chaste kiss on your lips and stroking your hair softly. “I’d never force you to
do something you weren’t comfortable with.” He was staring at you for a while,
his arms still wrapped around your waist. “But I need to hear you say it. I
need to hear you say that you have feelings for me so I know I’m not going
crazy, so I know that this isn’t a hoax.”
“Why would it be a hoax?” You asked, rubbing your hands
slowly and lightly up and down his shoulders and chest, his breathing gradually
returning back to its normal pace.
“Because of the way I treated you in the past. How do I know
that you’re not just doing this to get back at me, so you can turn around and
break me when I’m in too deep, because I feel like I’m about to cross over that
line Y/N, I’m about to cross the line where there’s no turning back. Where I
can no longer contain how I feel about you and I’m scared, because I don’t want
to feel this way towards you. Towards anyone. I don’t want to fall…in love.”
He closed his eyes tightly a look of disgust showering his face, before he opened
his eyes again.
His beautiful eyes.
“I’m slowly but surely falling in love with you. I don’t know what to do? It’s
not love yet, I know that, but it won’t be long before it is. How do I know I
can trust you to reciprocate those feelings Y/N? You’ve only known me two
months, one of which I’ve consistently been trying to kill you, I’ve killed
near enough 100 men, and tortured more. Are sure you can really fall for a guy
like me? Is that really what you want, to end up with damaged goods? I’m not
good for you Y/N, but I’m too selfish to want to let you try finding someone
else. But deep down…” He sighed heavily, supporting your back with his hand. “Deep
down I’m scared that at the end of it all you’ll pick Chanyeol. It’s only
logical for it to end up that way. But I need this Y/N, I want this. I need somebody;
I’ve never opened up so much in all the time I’ve been with Junmyeon and the
boys. Do you know that you make me feel vulnerable?”
You raised a brow in confusion, you made Minseok feel
vulnerable? How? You shook your head, burrowing it into his chest listening to
his breathing and enjoying the subtle rising and falling of his chest. You had
finally cracked Minseok’s hard exterior, there was nothing left of ‘Xiumin’
anymore it was only Minseok in his naked form. His true self. And he was no
different to any other human being, what he wanted was what any other sane
human wanted. Only it came in the form of you. He wanted you.
“I like you too Minseok.” You spoke into his chest. He let
out a heavy sigh. A sigh of relief and contentment.
“But…” You continued. His breath hitched, “It’s hard to even try and think about developing something more in this house. I feel suffocated, there’s
always too much going on and I can’t breathe, so I never really know where my
head is at. Honestly I’m surprised that I’ve kept it together for this long.”
You raised your head from his chest to look at his face, he stared down at you
for a second and for a moment you were scared that you had upset him. But then
“You’re right it’s hard in here. Maybe one day…we could
get away from this place?” He began stroking your cheek softly with the pad of
his thumb. Your eyes widened. Was that possible, could you ever get out of this
place, how could you just re enter the ‘real world’ after you had all been
missing for a while, especially him. Nearly a whole decade, he couldn’t just
make an appearance it wasn’t as simple as that. You pushed away the thoughts
you didn’t want to get your hopes up only for them to come crashing down.
“We should get to sleep.” You said shifting off of his lap
and sitting back down on your bed. “We’ve got a long and important day ahead.”
He sighed nodding and stood up slowly from the bed.
“I’m scared.” He said.
“Why? You said we’d be okay. We’ll kill Red and it will all
“No not about that, well a little bit about that. But I’m
talking about Sehun. I just hope he hasn’t done anything stupid.” Minseok bit
his lip nervously, his eyes wondering around the room, as if Sehun was hiding
somewhere in here and he was trying to find him.
“I’m sure he’ll be okay Minseok.” You tried comforting him, but
you were aware that you didn’t sound the least bit convincing.
Minseok face-palmed himself, grunting in frustration. “Ughh,
shit this is all my fault!”
You put your hand in the air as if to stop him from talking.
“Stop blaming yourself Minseok, this isn’t your fault.”
“But maybe it is Y/N.” He argued back. “I’ve been with Sehun
for years and all of a sudden over this past month I completely started switching
my attention to you, he’s not used to that. I should have eased him into it, he
probably feels really betrayed right now. You should’ve seen him when he first
joined he was so feeble and quiet. I mean his mum died in his arms for God’s
sake. Of course he couldn’t help but latch onto me, he literally clung onto me
so of course he feels neglected right now. God I hope he’s okay. I really hope
You stood up to pull Minseok into a hug, lingering slightly as he buried his
head into the crook of your neck.
“Look, I’m sure he’ll come back in a bit Minseok, he wouldn’t
miss Red’s assassination now would he? Just give him a couple of hours okay.
Just get some sleep.” You pulled away from him slowly walking over to your
bed and you could feel him following you.
“Minseok I said go to bed…” You dropped down onto your bed covering yourself
with your duvet. He lifted it up and slipped under the covers beside you.
“I will. But next to you.” You pulled a funny face at him,
you weren’t sure if that was a good idea.
“Y/N I promise I won’t try anything; I’d never do that to you. I just want a
cuddle. Please.” His eyes were begging you for comfort and before you even had
the chance to deny his request, he dragged his body closer to yours, draping
his arm over your stomach.
“I hope he’s not dead Y/N.”
You were all loaded into the back of a black tinted van. All
of you apart from Ara, Kyungsoo and Sehun. Sehun still hadn’t come back home
and a bad feeling was lingering in the pit of your stomach. Minseok had hardly
said a word since you both woke up, you knew that it was eating away at the
back of his mind, but for now he had to push thoughts of Sehun to the side. You
all did, because right now it was time to deal with Red. Pulling up to the Red
Corp building, a Kaleidoscope of butterflies were swarming around in your
stomach, and not the good kind. It was weird how normal, and ‘legal’ the
building looked from the outside. You could only imagine the craziness that
would go down when you got inside. Tao parked the van a distance from the
building. All you could hear in the car was breathing.
“Right guys. We’ve got this don’t worry as long as we stick
to what we planned then we have this, okay?” Junmyeon said. “We’ll be fine.
Remember who we’re doing this for. This is Justice guys; we’re nearly at the
end of it all. And if I don’t make it out alive…you guys have been the best.” Junmyeon swallowed, staring upwards avoiding anyone’s eye contact.
“Just say you love us.” Yixing smiled poking Junmyeon’s
“Go on, just say you love us.”
Everyone started laughing and jeering. “Go on just say it
Myeon. Just say you love us!”
“Shhhh! Alright, I love you all, shit! Shut up or we’ll be
found out. I love you.” He rolled his eyes at everyone, who were laughing and
patting him on whatever part of his body that they could reach. “Alright let’s
go.” He nodded at Jongin, who nodded back at him and opened up the back door.
Everyone was filing silently out of the van now in their black outfits, weapons
held tightly to their sides and running to the back exit of the building. As per usual, you
were paralysed sitting in the van staring at your hands in your lap. How many
times was your life going to flash before your eyes, although to be fair this
would probably be the last time that it would happen, you really couldn’t see
yourself surviving past tonight.
“Y/N. Hey we need to go.” You looked up at Chanyeol who was
softly pulling your arm towards him. Your stomach was churning but you got up
“Look Y/N, Just in case I don’t make it out I just want you to know that the
‘both of us’, was the best ten years of my life.” He smiled at you softly. “And I
know you don’t want to hear this but I’m going to say it anyway… I love you Y/N
and I will always love you whether it be in life or death, but your happiness
matters to me the most so if that means being with Minseok, don’t waste another
second if we get out of this alive. If I make it tonight, it will be hard to
let you go but I know I’ll find someone else and move on eventually, everything
happens for a reason right? I’ll find someone better than you.” He winked at
you playfully. “But I hope we can remain friends forever and always.”
You leaned into his body hugging him tightly.
“We’ll always be friends Chanyeol,
nothing will ever change that. You’re the absolute best.” You stayed like that
for a second and it was pure bliss, bringing you back to the simple days of
just the two of you. You would trade in almost anything if you could get those
“I’m sorry to break up this moment, but we have to go now.”
Chanyeol broke away from the hug pulling your wrist and running with you
towards the building. The closer you got the faster your heart began to beat,
it was really time to do this. When you got inside all of the boys had already
dispersed no doubt doing what they’d been assigned to do. Chanyeol sneaked you
over to where the escalator was and winked at you leaving you behind. You took
a deep breath, you knew that Baekhyun was somewhere watching you through
hacked CCTV cameras. You pressed the
button labelled five and waited for the elevator to open. Your heart was in your throat
and you felt sick, but you had to keep it together. The boys had waited for
this moment for years, you couldn’t be the reason it screwed up. Composing
yourself you closed your eyes waiting for the doors to open.
Here you were at the fifth floor, you stepped into the lobby. Standing there
waiting, by the time any guards came Minseok would have been here and you would
be okay. Currently the escalator you had just got on was on the way down to
Minseok and he was going to come up and be your knight in shining armour. When
he had successfully taken them out then Yixing would be able to make his way up
and take out Red and that would be it, you would all be free from it. The
madness you had encountered, and the nation would be safe from his products.
Your heart was beating erratically regardless, it would be a lie to say that you
were not absolute terrified, because honestly terrified was not even the word
to use in describing the way you were feeling.
And then you heard it, footsteps coming around the corner.
And your body froze. A man in a navy blue janitor suit walked towards you, gun
in hand smirking at you deviously.
“Hi there baby doll, you seem to have gotten yourself lost hmm? This isn’t a
hotel darling.” You cringed at the use of pet names he was using to address you.
“I umm…I’m just looking for the bathroom.” You stuttered, waiting for the
elevator to open behind you.
“Hmm, really? Funny you came all the way up to the fifth
floor for the toilet baby doll. Normally when people are desperate they stay on
the first floor, huh?” He hung his head on the side. “Don’t treat me like I’m
dumb babe.” He rose his gun up higher and higher until it was level with the
space in between your eyebrows.
Where the fuck was Minseok? He should’ve been here. He’d never make it in time now;
this was really it you never imagined it ending this way. You always imagined that you’d just die of
old age or something like that, but never of a gunshot wound to the head. You
let out a deep breath, preparing yourself for the end you closed your eyes
allowing a silent tear to roll down your cheek.
You let out a deep breath. But how? How was it possible you
were still breathing? How were you still standing? Why were you still alive?
You opened your eyes slowly as though you were scared to see whatever came
next, when you looked down you saw the guard on the floor. A hole through his
head, lying in a pool of his own blood. It was worrying that you no longer wanted
to vomit, since you were slowly becoming used to such gory sites. But how did
he die? You smiled to yourself crazily, that means Minseok got here in time.
You spun around, to throw your arms around his neck, but stopping yourself in your
“Sehun?…” You breathed.
He stood there with a gun in his hand, looking at you blankly. Your head
was pounding, what was he doing here. Why did he help you?
Just then you heard the elevator ping open. Minseok and
Yixing running out.
“Y/N! Oh God I’m so sorry! The elevator got stuck and…
Sehun?” Minseok stopped in his tracks, staring into the younger mans face, he
was silent for a moment. Dazed. Recollecting himself he shook his head. “Yixing
you need to go, it’s now or never, stay safe. Y/N get out of here now, get
yourself down to the first floor. Jongdae will be down there, you need to get
yourself into the van.”
You stood there in shock still staring at Sehun.
“Y/N NOW!” Minseok shouted, you broke out of your hypnotic state running over
to the elevator and pressing the button labelled 1. Running inside you waited
for the doors to shut.
“Thank you Sehun!” You called before you disappeared.
Minseok’s P.O.V. He stared at him in shock, what was he doing here? How could he just
show up after he had scared him, he struggled to sleep because he was so scared
of Sehun yet here he was. They stood there staring at each other in silence for
a while, time was stood still.
“Sehun! Fuck it look out!” Minseok’s eyes widened as he saw
another man from the corner, the man lifted his hand up shooting something in Sehun’s
direction. Minseok quickly removed the gun that was in his holder shooting the
man with it. He dropped in a slump to the floor next to the other dead body, the bullet piercing right through his chest.
His attention turned back to Sehun, who was gasping for air,
his knees becoming weak as he was slowly dropping to the ground.
“Sehun, what’s happening?! What’s going on?!” Minseok panicked
rushing to the younger males side. Slowly helping lower him to the ground to
lessen the impact.
“I –I –It burns.” Sehun stuttered, pointing at his hip. “I
can’t move Min. I can’t move.” Minseok frowned down at Sehun’s hip, pulling a needle
out and inspecting it closely. It was poison. He had been poisoned, with a
venom dart. Sehun’s breathing was slowly becoming more irregular and he was
groaning in pain in response to the travelling burning sensation. Minseok was
panicking he didn’t know what to do, he got up running towards the elevator
pressing the button labelled ‘1’.
“No Min! Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me. She’s safe please don’t leave
me for her again. Not right now.” He was crying in pain now but his face was blank
at the same time. Minseok rushed back over to him kneeling down by his side.
“I’m not leaving you Sehun, I’m not going anywhere. It’s
okay I’m here alright.” He stroked his hand lightly across Sehun’s face
trying to comfort him as best he could.
“Where did you run off to Sehun, you had me so worried you know that don’t you?
I couldn’t think straight.” Minseok smiled at him sadly, still stroking his
“You were worried about me?” Sehun widened his eyes ever so
slightly, staring up at Minseok hopefully.
“Of course I was Sehun, how could I not be. I thought you…
did something that would break me completely. I thought you killed yourself”
Sehun smiled ever so slightly looking up into Minseok’s face, feeling as though this
was all he ever wanted to hear. He wanted to know that Minseok was concerned
about him, just as much as her.
“I thought you couldn’t stand me ever since she showed
up…You’ve been changing. And –Ughh! It burns.”
Minseok began panicking again, Sehun was sweating now and
his muscles were involuntarily contracting and relaxing.
“I’m going to die aren’t I?” Sehun sobbed. “Minseok I’m going
to die aren’t I? I’m scared Min. I’ve been scared my whole life. Oh God! I don’t
want to die Min, not yet.” Tears were streaming down his eyes as he stared
lifelessly at Minseok, causing him to start crying too.
“You won’t die Sehun, I won’t let you die.” He kissed him on
his forehead, Sehun’s sweat covering his lips.
“Do you promise me? Don’t promise me something you can’t
keep please Min.” Sehun coughed, his breathing still irregular.
“I’m not letting you die Sehun, I love you too much to let
that happen.” He dragged Sehun up and slung him around his shoulder, struggling
to get him down to the van.
“Baekhyun will know what to do. Just hang Sehun, I can’t lose
my best friend. Not now.”
He walked closer to the main office on the fifth floor.
Hoping desperately that the plan would work, he had changed into one of the
outfits of the security guards that he had taken out on the third floor.
Everyone was relying on him, He had one job, he only had to do it well. Taking a
deep breath he pushed the heavy door open. Red was not alone, he was sitting
around the table with two other men. All three looked up at him upon his
“Yes?” Red raised an eyebrow, looking up at Yixing.
“Sorry for disturbing you Sir, but this is urgent. There’s
been some sort of break-in. Some unidentified men have been running around the
building. I made my way up to alert you sir. They’re heavily armed, my arms
aren’t hefty enough.”
He looked over at the men sitting either side of Red, scanning their weapons;
their guns were much heftier than his.
“Maybe they’d be better suited for the job sir? The intruders are on the third
floor right now; they were making their way up here.” Yixing bowed his head
politely. Red nodded at the men beside him, signalling for them to go and deal
with the issue. Yixing moved aside for them to leave the room.
Red slowly stood up from his chair, squinting at Yixing and slowly walking
closer towards him.
“I’ve never seen you around before.” He looked at the name
tag “Jun. Hmm. Who are you?”
Yixing laughed sadistically at Red taking a step forward in
“I’m someone you don’t really want to be in the same room with alone.”
“What?” Red hissed, punching Yixing in the jaw. “You don’t
work for me, who the fuck are you?!”
Yixing laughed again, rubbing his jaw with his hand. “I am
your Omega. I will end it all here and now.”
Red ran over to his desk, opening a draw, looking for a
weapon. “Shit!” He hissed, when he realised the draw was empty. He rushed over
to the other side of his desk, hovering his hand over the emergency alarm.
“Oh I wouldn’t press that if I were you.” Yixing frowned,
slowly pulling his silencer out of his holster. Red lifted his arm up, but
before he got the chance to slam his hand down on the alarm Yixing shot one of
his legs, causing him to sink down to the ground.
“I said. I wouldn’t do that if I were
you.” Yixing walked to the door locking both him and Red inside. “You’re a
fucking evil man Jay Lee. You’ve broken so many families apart. Stolen so many
loved ones from innocent people. You even tried to kill your fucking kids, you sick
bastard. You killed two successfully.” He let out another shot, shooting at Red’s palm. “You’re an old
twisted man, and your time is up. This world doesn’t need you anymore. It never
needed you in the first place. If you had plans to rest in heaven then I’m
sorry to break it to you, but you’ll be smouldering in hell.” Yixing walked up
to him, shoving his gun into Red’s mouth.
“I’d let you say something final, but you probably have nothing relevant to
say. Sayounara you bastard.” Yixing pulled the trigger, blood and bits of flesh flying all over the place and Red’s body falling limply to the ground.
It was over.
Red was dead.
It was two days after the death of Red and to be honest you
thought that spirits would be higher then they were, it was as though the boys
still felt empty. You assumed it was because Red had done so much damage already
and it was all irreversible. Sehun had been in bed for the last three days
recovering, you decided it was time to pay a visit. You knocked your fist on
his door lightly. Hearing a low grunt on the other side of the door, you let
yourself in. He looked up at you frowning. So apparently his feelings towards
you still hadn’t changed very much.
“Sehun…I …how are you doing?” You folded your arms
behind your back, shifting uncomfortably from one foot to another.
“Shit. Why the fuck do you care? Get out.” He mumbled,
keeping his agitated gaze on your frame.
“Don’t be like that I’m trying to be nice…I’m trying to
say thank you.” You lowered your head, admittedly you did feel uncomfortable
and embarrassed showing Sehun gratitude, but he did save your life, so it was
the least that you owed him. “I’m not sure why you did it, but I’m grateful
anyway.” You bowed your head at him slightly.
He scoffed, pulling his duvet down so he could scowl at you
properly. “I didn’t do it for you. I couldn’t really care less about you. I did
it for him, he’d be broken if you were killed,” He rolled his eyes at you. “Please
get out, I need some sleep.” You nodded your head.
“Minseok loves you, you know that right?” You said before
leaving the room. “Last night when you were missing all he could talk about and
think about was you. He was so scared that you
had gone and killed yourself. He blamed everything on himself, saying
that it was all his fault that you had run away. He loves you like a son Sehun.
He said you mean a lot to him.”
His eyes widened, he sat up a little bit straighter looking
“He said that?”
You smiled softly nodding at him. “He’s been through so much
and he deserves happiness. So please I’m beginning you even if you don’t like
me, just cut him some slack and leave him be. Minseok will never stop caring
for you Sehun. I know you’ve been through a lot in life and I understand why
you feel the way you do. But you need to realise that you will always have a
special place in Minseok’s heart, no matter who else comes along. So could you
please just let him be happy?” You stared at him for a moment.
He was staring down guiltily at his lap.
“I’ll think about it, okay?…please get out…I need sleep.”
You shut the door behind you, smiling to yourself softly. You were sure that he’d
do the right thing.
A couple of hours later and you had just come back from
shopping with Kris and Ara. He decided that retail therapy would do her some
good, since she had been stuck in Kyungsoo’s room with him for days.
“She needs to spend time with her daddy. Don’t you sweetie?”
He smiled at her, picking her up and kissing her on the nose. Seeing Kris as a
father was strange but refreshing, since it showed that they all had it in them
to make a change and be loving. You had bought two crates of sanitary towels
since it would become bothersome to have to go out and buy packs all
the time, you weren’t sure how much longer you’d have to stay in this house, or
even the next time you’d be on your period. You had decided to store the crates
in basement of the house nobody ever went in there and they would take up too much space in your room so for now this was the best location. You grabbed the keys for
the basement from a draw in the kitchen and carried them down the dark damp steps.
Placing the crates down you, quickly left and went back to your room. The
basement wasn’t the most pleasant place in the house.
You’d all decided to watch a film in the evening. Apart from Sehun who was asleep
by now. You took a seat in between Baekhyun and Chanyeol. Feeling the most
layed back that you had in quite a while. You were all staring intently at the
screen. The film was a cross between a Romance and Comedy and was way too cheesy
for your liking, but apparently Yixing and Jongdae were enjoying it.
“Hey Y/N isn’t that the necklace I bought you on your 15th
birthday?” Chanyeol pointed to the main character on the screen. He was right,
she was wearing the exact same necklace as you. A silver infinity symbol, with
two small diamonds on either loop. You nodded.
“Do you still have that?” He looked up at you.
“Yeah of course I have it on no—”You stopped talking. Touching
your neck you couldn’t feel it, but you were sure you had it on today. Ara had
been playing with it in the food court at lunch when you went shopping. You had
it all this time. Getting up you raced downstairs to the basement, it had to be
here somewhere you thought to yourself. You couldn’t lose it, that was your
favourite gift from Chanyeol it was almost like a lucky charm. Getting on your
hands and knees you started scoping the dark room, desperately trying to find
it. You moved the crates to the side away from the table that they were near trying to find your necklace.
Suddenly you heard a beeping noise coming from under the table. Confused you looked
up under the desk trying to locate the sound. Your eyes widened in shock as you
jumped to your feet racing up the stairs to the living room where everyone was
“Everyone get out now! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE NOW!” you
screamed, trying to pull everyone up from their seats. All of the boys stared at you in confusion
“Y/N what the fuck is going on?!”Jongdae hissed in frustration, trying to
watch the film in peace, but you weren’t allowing him to do that.
“WE’LL DIE, GET OUT NOW! THERE’S A BOMB IN THE BASEMENT AND
IT’S GOING TO DETONATE IN 5 MINUTES!”
A/N: I had an itch to do this about a month ago, but Boxer!Tom Night with @tbholland yesterday set me over the edge. Inspired by my favorite boxing movie, Southpaw, so you’ll see some similarities 😉
Warnings: Swearing (always), Angst for days, TW blood (???), TW mention of pain killers
Boxing was our life. It was all we’d ever done. I say ‘our’ because for as long as I’d known Tom, since we were kids, that’s what he’d always been. Even before a contract, even before his name was up in lights, he was a fighter. And he was my fighter. And before you up and judge me for being cheesy, I’ll tell you that the first day I met him was when he punched a boy in the school yard for trying to get a hand up my skirt after I’d told him no.
Almost ten years later and he was still my defender, but I was his, too. It was my job to keep it all running. It was my job to keep him safe from everything that wasn’t a glove. I was the woman behind the man, and when the pressure was on him, the pressure was on me, too.
We took separate cars to Madison Square Garden for the fight. I knew Tom needed to be with the boys right up until it was time, and I didn’t mind. I was texting his mom from where I sat in the backseat. Yes I’d look after him, no Nikki don’t watch it, yes I’ll give him your love.
This was a big fight. He’d been undefeated for so long, there was a lot riding on tonight. The town car pulled into the back entrance and I got out, pulling down the hemline of my dress. I passed security confidently —they knew I was coming— making my way to the back room where they would be prepping him.
I knocked on the door, trying to suppress my own jitters. The door opened and Tom’s coach, Yousif, greeted me.
“Hi, beautiful.” He kissed me on the cheek.
“How is he?” I asked, glancing across the room. I could see Tom sitting on the edge of a table with his headphones on, looking down at the ground with intensity.
“I think we’ve got him there. I think he’s ready. But you gotta seal the deal, you know how he is.”
I nodded. He’s anxious. He always was. It was 20 minutes until start.
“I need a minute.” I said to Yousif.
He clapped his hands together, “You got him, Queen. Hey boys!” He called over to the handful of Tom’s friends, milling around the room. They knew it was my time.
Harrison was his cutman tonight, so I made sure to pull him aside as he walked toward the door.
“Watch that left brow, Haz. That’s where it always starts.” Harrison held up some bandages already with him and put a hand on my shoulder, “He’s gonna be fine. He’s ready.”
The door closed behind me and Tom still hadn’t looked up. That was normal for him, he was in a trance. I approached him from across the room, my heels clicked on the concrete as I pep talked myself in preparation to pep talk him.
“Hey.” I prompted, stepping into his line of sight. He looked up at me, face softening at my smile. I pulled his hands around my waist and slid the headphones off his ears.
“Hey baby–” he leaned up to kiss me. His lips were hungry, but he was the first to break away. He was always the first to break away before a fight. He let me look him over for a minute. I always wanted to memorize his face before he went out. It was hard on me and he knew it, but we both knew this was the only way for him. It had only ever been boxing.
“You ready, King?” I asked, moving my hips like I was revving him up. His eyes were adoring but his face was serious.
“I can do this one. I’ve got him. No problem.”
I bit back a smile. Growing up, Tom always used to say “No problem”, even if the kid he was about to fight was twice his size. That happened a lot, when we were kids. But this wasn’t then. This is what he trained to do. He needed this win.
And in that moment, I knew he didn’t need to hear it from me, too. So I scrapped my speech, all the words about his mum worrying and the crowd cheering, and just pulled him to my forehead.
“Don’t get hit too much, ok?” I whispered.
I was seated front row next to Harry, who was periodically leaning over and promising me Tom was ok. But I wasn’t so sure that he was ok. It was like he was a newcomer in the ring, a baby in comparison. I needed to stop that line of thinking.
“Guard your fucking eye!” Yousif was screaming.
“Why is he taking so many punches?” I whispered to myself. Sure, Tom was getting the hits in, but he was hardly defending. Blow after blow went back and forth between the two of them, blood was running down his face and I was biting the insides of my cheeks to keep myself from screaming, too.
The bell rang and Tom collapsed in the corner, Harrison on his face in an instant. Yousif crouched down in front of him, yelling instructions. Tom looked tired. It was heading into the tenth and he still hadn’t finished this.
Over the noise of the crowd, I could hear him saying “I know I know I know. Fuck! I know.” He squeezed his eye shut as Harrison fixed him up as best he could. I couldn’t hold my tongue anymore.
“Tommy!” I shouted, his head immediately snapping in my direction. I threw my hands up in confusion. “Knock him out, babe!” He was breathing hard and he didn’t say anything, but I knew he felt my words in his core. The bell rang and he flew up.
Right hook, bob, cross, fall back, one-two punches. A left corkscrew put him bleeding on the canvas. The referee got to the count of six and he was up again, coming back fierce. He ducked and jabbed and weaved his way around the ring, keeping off the ropes. But he was still getting hit, a significant amount.
“Fuck.” Harry hissed. “Come on, Tom.”
Then something changed. I could see it through the blood running down his face. Like he was just sick of it. In a flamboyant fashion, he landed a series swings and with one final blow and the longest count of 8 I’d ever endured in my life— he won.
The stadium exploded and all the guys around me screamed and shook one another as Tom’s fist was raised high in the air and models surrounded him and a belt was placed in his hands. It was everything we wanted, but I felt sick inside. Cameras flashed on me as Tom turned in my direction and blew me a kiss. I beamed as bright as I could fake and then was whisked backstage to the prep room to wait for him.
The aftermath was always a flurry. Everyone shouting, trying to keep the loser away from the winner, press settling in for the post-conference. I couldn’t stand to sit out there on his panel tonight, so I waited and watched on the television screen.
He looked like absolute shit. Harrison had done his best and Tom obviously had to check out with the fight physicians, but I swear the other guy had about beat his face in. I could only imagine how many bloody towels were sitting just off camera.
Tom smiled bright as he was peppered with questions about his come-from-behind win. He laughed as reporters teased him about getting beat up pretty good. And he shrugged nonchalantly when asked if he’d take on another challenger in the next couple of weeks.
After the news conference ended I could hear the boys all coming down the hall. When the door opened, Tom came trudging through. He looked worse in person, his exhaustion a clear physical weight on his shoulders. He managed a dopey smile at me.
“Hi Princess.” He extended an arm for me to come near, and I reluctantly did.
“I think you’re going to need another shower before we leave here.” I mumbled into his shoulder. He kissed my hair over and over, so happy with himself.
“Can’t hit the town smelling like a winner, eh?” He teased.
I stepped back and stared at him.
“You aren’t honestly thinking about going to the after parties, are you?” I glared over and Harrison and Harry, who both avoided eye contact.
I frowned at Tom as he tried to sway me, “Come on, love. We won! It’s going to be fucking wild. You can join me for this second shower, if that’d help.” He winked as best he could with his tortured face, and Harry made some type of choking sound. Harrison was used to it.
I shook my head at him, feeling my frustration rise. He needed to go home. He needed to rest. We needed to talk.
My wishes were unsurprisingly ignored. Tom was always susceptible to peer pressure, and with the guys rehashing the fight play by play, bolstering his ego like it was their job, of course he was going to want to celebrate.
We were lead out a main exit where a massive crowd lined the barricades, and flashes of cameras made my vision spotty. Security kept close and Tom clutched my hand as we made our way to the car, and then to the party.
Once we had arrived, he sat proudly next to me, his hand never leaving my thigh, inching his way up it, in fact. My skin tight dress felt suffocating as I sat silently, counting down the minutes until the night was over.
Finally, well after midnight with the party still raging, Tom turned to me.
“Ready to go, Princess?” He was definitely a bit buzzed, but not smashed, and I thanked God for that. I needed him coherent.
Our ride home was silent. The boys were gone, the cameras were gone, and his hand on my thigh was gone. I could see in the faint light that his jaw was set, and he wouldn’t look at me. My stomach twisted with anxiety, but I hardened myself. There was a fight coming, and we both knew it.
After the car pulled into the driveway, he made no effort to open the door for me, a gesture he rarely skipped. Instead, he walked straight into the house and left me trailing behind on his heels.
“Don’t do this to me.” I called to him as we jogged up the stairs. I could see him wince even ten steps ahead of me, and it wasn’t from my words.
“Do what?” He yelled back, heading to our room. “I couldn’t possibly understand what the problem is here.”
“Don’t make me look like I’m nagging and crazy! You know why we have to talk!”
We were in the bedroom now, Tom grunting as he pulled his shirt over his head, grabbing a bottle of pain killers.
“What happened out there tonight?” I motioned out the window.
“Baby, I won. That’s what happened.” He still wouldn’t look at me, instead bracing himself on the edge of the bathroom sink.
“No, no. You punched the hardest. I don’t equate that to winning.”
Tom’s head turned sharply to look at me now, his face disgusted, his already fat lip pouted out even further, “I spend years being the underdog and now I’m finally making it and you’re telling me you’ve got a problem? You’re by me when I lose but not when I win?”
“Don’t fucking talk to me like that, Tom. You are all I care about. You get that?” I was desperate for him to hear me.
“Why do you have to bring this up now?” He spat bitterly.
I could feel the lump in my throat rising, “You know Tom, someday I’m going to have your children, and when I do I don’t want them afraid of their father’s face.” Then, as an after thought I added, “If this keeps up they’ll be lucky to even know their own father’s face.”
Tom looked up at the ceiling, hands running up into his hair.
“Baby, I won! This is good for us!”
“Yeah but it’s taking you way too long to get off now. You’re going to be punch drunk before you’re 25 if you keep up fighting like this.”
He moved towards me, arms spread wide, “What, baby? What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to block a punch now and then. It’s not weak to play defense.” I argued.
Tom shook his head in frustration, “That’s not how I fight.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed, “That’s how you’re going to fight if you expect me to believe that you love me and want to be with me for the rest of your life.”
Tom’s eyes widened at my ultimatum. It felt harsh, but I meant it. He wouldn’t live to see old age if he kept up at this rate. He stumbled over to the edge of the bed and sat beside me, resting his head on my shoulder. His hands clung to me as though I might walk out of the room at any second.
“I can’t lose you. You know I can’t lose you.” He choked out. I felt hot tears running down my arm.
My eyes filled with tears, too, “I am here for you. But you need to know that all these other guys, they’re in it for the glory. The minute your bad days start to outnumber your good, they’re all just going to scatter. When they’re gone, I’ll still be here. I’ll still believe in you. So for my sake, I need you to take a few less hits.”
“Ok…ok…” he whispered, still holding me, still on my shoulder.
“I love you. Ok? I love you.” I turned his chin up to look at me, “We’re in this big bad world together.”
His teary eyes turned to loving ones and he kissed me so hard I was glad he had the painkillers in his system.
Taking his face in my hands, I held him at arms length, “I would rather see you block a good punch then land a careless one any day of the week, you understand?” He nodded at me. He was good, but to survive he needed to smart, not just good. He knew it and I knew it.
“I’m sorry.” He said earnestly, turning to kiss my hand on his face. “I love you.”
“You know I’m proud of you.” I told him intently, standing up.
He scooted up to lean against the head of the bed while I started changing out of my miserable dress. It was quiet for a time.
“You know,” he mused, watching me, “I only went 10 rounds tonight. I’ve still got another two in me.”
My attention turned immediately in his direction and I smiled to myself, making my way over to the bed.
“Tommy Holland wants to go two whole rounds?” I whispered, crawling gently on top of him in my underwear, “With me?”
“Fuck.” He swallowed, looking me up and down, “If I have my way, I’d like to make you go three rounds.”
Cult statue of Athena/Minerva, with a face of the so-called “Carpegna Athena” type. Made from alabaster, basalt, marble, and plaster. Artist unknown; late 1st cent. BCE or early 1st cent. CE. Found in the PIazza dell’Emporio, Rome; now in the National Museum of Rome - Palazzo Massimo alle Terme.
Request: This is the anon who requested the Pietro smut. Could you maybe do something where you walk in on him masturbating to you and then smut ensues? - anon
Word Count: 1100+
Triggers: oral (receiving and giving), no actual sex
A/N: This is queued coz im on holiday, sorry this took so long
You were assistant to the Avengers, hired when they realised that saving the world was tiring. You did paperwork and mission reports. You took phone calls for them when they couldn’t. And you also made sure nobody knew that Pietro Maximoff was still alive.
That included doing anything he asked you to. And boy did he milk it. He would ask you to get a glass of water from two doors down and argue that the windows in the kitchen could show that he was alive.
The worst thing? You did it.
You did it all. Everything he asked. All he had to do was flash you that gorgeous smile or say your name in that delicious accent and your were putty in his hands. His sister really grilled you for it but she didn’t get it. Her brother was the most amazing man you’d ever seen.
So when the whole team had to leave for an event, leaving you and Pietro alone you had mixed emotions. But the fear of being with him overwhelmed you, so you decided to take the day off.
That was probably the best idea you had ever had, until you realised that you had to get Wanda’s dry cleaning. Why Wanda? Her room was closest to his so you were sure to run into him.
You were fairly certain Wanda had planned this, after numerous attempts at setting you up with her brother. but every time you were in one of these situations you ended up making a fool of yourself and you would rather not embarrass yourself today.
To do that you timed everything so he would be asleep. And if he’s asleep he can’t hear you.
You were at the tower, in the elevator to wanda’s room. You asked Friday to be quite for you because you didn’t want to wake pietro. She was understanding and did as you asked.
You had your headphones in while you were walking past his room and into hers, checking that you had actually got all of it. After setting the clothes down something snagged on headphones, pulling them out of your ear.
The new sound that filled your ears made you quiver.
It was him. Pietro. Moaning your name. He was so loud. And hot.
You walked out of wanda’s room and looked to the door next to it. It was slightly ajar, just enough for you to see the gorgeous man’s face as he stroked himself.
You must have made a noise, some type of groan in reply to his grunt, but it caused him to open his eyes. Looking straight at you the initial shock wore off, leaving his usual flirtatious smile. Only this time it was different. His face painted in lust.
‘Care to join me, printsessa?’ Like always, you did as he said. Walking into his room and shutting the door.
He was completely naked, a thin sheet shoved to the side of the bed.
‘Y/N? Someone tells me you have a crush on me, is that right?’ He started making his way to you. His hands finding your hips as he dipped down to whisper in your ear.
All you could do is nod in reply. Your voice caught in your throat.
‘Show me how much you want me’ that was it. Your arms flew over his shoulders pulling his lips to yours.
The kiss was everything you imagined and more. A mixture of soft lips and rough stubble pulling little moans from you. His hand moved down to squeeze your ass, right under the hem of your skirt.
This was a dream, he was really kissing you and touching you. But you wanted more. So your kisses moved lower and lower until you were on your knees.
‘Is this okay?’ You asked him, you hand nearly touching his cock.
‘Yes, fuck printsessa, yes!’ You hand was on him instantly, stroking him slow and hard as you put your lips around him.
He pushed your hair back so he could see your face. Almost cumming at the scene. You were bobbing your head up and down his shaft with your eyes closed in bliss when you opened them. Your pupils blown so that there was only a thin ring of colour. You sucked at his head, rubbing the underside with your tongue harshly.
His hand formed a fist in your hair, tugging slightly. And them he came, filling your mouth.b He tasted even more amazing then you had imagined. You swallowed everything he gave you happily.
He pulled you off of him, getting you to stand up.
Once you were up again he squatted, wrapping his arms around your legs and standing again. Pulling you up with him. He dropped on the bed and you bounced a little before you could feel him rubbing your thigh.
You moved to take off your shirt but his hand stopped you.
‘No, you look so sexy like that. Just…’ He ripped oven your shirt to reveal your bra. Even though you hadn’t anticipated this situation your bra was lacy and see though, making him audible moan. You stared at him, trying to tell him that you a little pissed off at him ripping your shirt. He obviously got that message because he quickly said. ‘I’ll buy you a new one’
He bent down to pull your skirt around your hips and your panties off, throwing them somewhere behind him.
‘So wet. All for me, printsessa?’ you were lent up on your elbows, anticipating his next move. All you could do was nod in reply, him grinning at you he leant over to lick a long, slow stripe.
‘Fuck’ you breathed our, you couldn’t stop watching him. He sucked on your clit as his finger circled your hole. Slowly sinking into you as he flicked you with his tongue.
Switching his finger and his mouth his tongue dipped into your hole. Using three fingers he made small rings on your clit, slowly getting fast.
Your orgasm quickly approaching, you closed your eyes and moaned loudly. Pietro smirked in reply. His fingers had now adopted the superspeed he was known for and gave you the best oragsm you had ever had.
When you were coming down you felt him kissing up your neck and jawline.
‘We should do that more often’ you giggled as he nuzzled into your neck.
He hummed in agreement and got off you. He picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. Making his way to the en suite he slapped your ass.
Jughead sat on Archies bed with his head in his hands while Archie and Betty were attempting to comfort him while he cried. They sat there like that for an hour, Jughead frantically texting and calling Y/N, trying to get any response out of her and Archie and Betty sitting on the sidelines, rushing over anytime the tears began to fall any harder than they were. Finally, Archie took Jugheads phone and put it on the desk, and Jughead collapsed backwards, shielding his red and splotchy face from his two worried friends.
“I’m actually kind of relieved Veronica told her.” Betty mumbled, and Archie nodded his head.
“I feel like an ass for keeping it from her.” Archie admitted, and Betty hummed in agreement.
“We are the worst friends ever.” Betty said, and again Archie nodded in agreement. Jughead slowly sat up, looking between his friends and sighing.
“You guys are fine, I made you hide it. I’m the worst boyfriend and worst friend.” He sulked, and the other two remained quiet. “I’m glad Veronica told her. Veronica was the only decent one out of us, and I’m happy we have at least one.”
“You aren’t the worst ever. I mean there is a lot worse people out there who have done a lot more…” Betty trailed off, not knowing where to take that sentence without making him feel bad. “This is just as much my fault as it is yours, Jughead. Don’t put all the blame on yourself.” Jughead shook his head.
“No, this is all my fault. I came onto you even though I knew I had a girlfriend-“
“You had a lot to drink, you were very much intoxicated.” Betty argued.
“That doesn’t matter. Drunk or not drunk I should have realized that what we did was wrong. I have-had an amazing and beautiful girlfriend who loved me more than I could ever dream about someone loving me, and I messed it up. She practically hates me now, what am I supposed to do? I don’t think I’ll ever find someone who loved me as much as she did. I ruin everything, my happiness, her happiness, our relationship-“
“Woah, Jughead. Slow down there. You don’t know for sure if your relationship with her is over. Just give it some time.” Archie said, walking over to the raven-haired boy sitting on his bed, and pat his back. Just then, Jugheads phone vibrated, signaling he got a text message. Jughead practically jumped off the bed and rushed over to the phone, looking down at the screen to see who it was from. He ran his hand through his hair and turned to face his friends.
From Princess <3 – We need to talk, face to face. I’ve made my decision.
“Oh thank god!” Jughead exclaimed, typing a text and turning to find his beanie and the small box he had been keeping for months.
Y/N sat on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, leaning her head on Veronicas shoulder with Veronicas head resting on hers. They had eaten all the ice cream and watched two movies already. Veronica had fallen asleep and Y/N was getting there, but then she remembered she was expecting a text from Jughead so they could talk. As quickly and nicely as she could, she made it so Veronica was laying on the couch and she crept upstairs, picking her phone back up from the desk chair. She opened her messages and saw a text from Jughead that was sent two hours before.
From Juggie <3 :) – I’ll be at Pops, meet me when you can so we can talk.
To Juggie <3 :) – I’m sorry, I just got your text, I was watching a movie with Veronica. I’ll be there in 15.
Y/N pulled a random sweatshirt off the ground and a pair of leggings from her drawer. She quickly got dressed and made her way to the bathroom, brushing her hair and teeth, and (put on minimal makeup/decided she wasn’t going to bother with makeup). She ran back to her room, put on some socks and then some (low-heeled booties/sneakers) and made her way out the door. The walk to Pops was a cold one, even though it was spring and the middle of the afternoon, she brought her arms to her chest, huddling up to keep warm.
She walked into the brightly lit diner and looked around, spotting Jughead playing with his hands. He didn’t even have his laptop with him today, what had he been doing the past two hours? She slowly made her way over to the booth, and Jughead looked up, smiling softly. Y/N felt herself crumble inside, how could he be smiling at her, he hurt her. She felt as tears started stinging her eyes, threatening to spill, before she had a chance to think about her next action she turned and stormed out of Pops. She stopped in the parking lot and turned, facing the building and Jughead who had followed her out.
“Y/N…” he said softly, but she refused to look at his face. “Please-“
“Please what? What do you want from me Jughead, I’m hurting. You hurt me!” she yelled, and he felt as his heart dropped.
“I know, I’m an ass, I am the worst boyfriend to ever exist, and I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me for the rest of your life, because I would. I do. I hate myself because I hurt you, I pushed away the one thing in my life that made everything else worth it. And I know you’re tired of hearing it, and I know it doesn’t do anything, but I’m sorry Y/N. I am so incredibly sorry, I would do anything to take it all back. Anything at all.” He said, his head falling and tears spilling. Y/N looked at the ground as well, she wanted nothing more than to run up to him and stop his crying, to make him feel better and to make him smile, but her feet wouldn’t move. “I love you, Y/N. I love you so much.” He whispered.
“I love you too, Jughead. I still do, and frankly I don’t think I’ll ever not love you.” She whispered as well. She looked up, and saw Jughead staring at her. He gave a tight smile, and she tried to return it. “I have to tell you my decision.” She said, and he nodded, expecting the worst. He braced himself for it, this is when she was going to say goodbye.
“Jughead I feel absolutely broken by what you did. It hurts me, physically and mentally that you cheated on me.” She started, and another tear fell down his face. Anyone could tell she was internally struggling with what to do. “With that being said, I don’t-I can’t imagine a life where I wasn’t with you. It’s impossible, and I don’t know why because trust me, when I found out what you did this morning I tried. I tried so hard to imagine what my life would be like but I couldn’t. Forsythe Pendleton, I love you so much, and I’m going to give you one more chance. Only one more because this is the first serious thing you’ve done to me. You’ve hardly done anything minor to me, you’ve been great, and I think you deserve one more chance.” She concluded.
“Thank you.” Jughead said, relief washing through him. He wasn’t going to lose her, he was the happiest he had been in months. Y/N walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into her. He happily embraced her as well, the two of them hanging onto each other for dear life. After a few minutes, Jughead decided exactly what he was going to do. “Y/N?” he mumbled in the crook of her neck.
“Jughead.” She said, and he pulled away slightly, just so he could look her in the eyes. Both of their faces were blotchy and red, eyes swollen and tinted red from crying.
“I know, that we just made it so we were officially still together and all, and this might be way too rushed and soon, but I can think of no other way to make this up to you but by doing this. What I’m about to give you, I’ve had way before Betty, and I feel there is no other time but the present to do this. I am in love with you Y/N Y/L/N, I’ve been in love with you from our first date. You’re my princess…” he reached for the silver crown charmed necklace he gave to her months before for her birthday, brushing it ever so slightly. “And I’m your prince.” He said, nodding his head a bit, referring to his beanie.
“You’re such a dork.” Y/N giggled, beaming at him. Jughead playfully rolled his eyes and kissed her on the forehead, pulling back again to finish the rest of his speech.
“Y/N will you make me the happiest sixteen-year-old to ever live and…” he kneeled and pulled out a small box with a beautifully simple ring in it. “Take on the world with me? ” he asked, and she stood speechless.
“I-Uh…Jughead. Of course!” she exclaimed, taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. He smiled brightly and pulled her into a kiss, grabbing her left hand and slipping the ring on. “Jughead, where’d you get this?” she asked.
“My mom, she had old nice rings from earlier on in her life and I asked to have one.” He admitted, and Y/N smiled down at the band.
“Its beautiful.” She gushed, and he chuckled. He wasn’t going to mess this up, there was no way he was going to let her slip from him again. “You and me Juggie.” she whispered, capturing his lips with hers again.