Imagine you're a hostage after John Dillinger and his gang rob a bank.

1934.

You were on your way to the bank to withdrawal some money from your account. When you first arrived at the bank, while you walked up the steps, you noticed three men walking towards your direction, looking suspicious. You thought it was weird about them, but you shrugged it off and went inside the bank.

As you walked up to a bank teller's window, you, suddenly, heard a man shouting, "Alright! Everyone, down! This is a stick up! Get down!" You turned around, with your hands up, as you watched the same three men from before, pointing their Thompson Submachine Guns up in the air. They were robbers. Everyone inside were either ducking down on the floor or were still standing up, with their hands up as the bank alarm went off.

Your heart was racing as you watched two of the men walking up to different windows, demanding money, while the other one watched everyone. The one that was watching everyone was tall and slender, with dark brown hair that was slicked back under his black hat and dark brown eyes. He did look handsome to you. But at the same time, he was a robber.

Then, you heard a tapping sound from the entrance door. The man glanced down at the entrance for a second and he looked back up. "Boys, we've got company! Let's move it!" He yelled. The other two men finished collecting the money in bags before departing.

But before the man followed the other two out of the bank, he stopped and looked at you. Then, he said, "Come here, doll. You're coming with us." You were scared after he said that. You were scared of what he was gonna do to you.

Without hesitating, you walked towards him and he immediately wrapped his arm around your shoulder, while he still held up his gun in his other hand. You whimpered when you saw the gun almost close to you as you and the man headed towards the exit.

As soon as you both were outside, the man escorted you towards a Black 1934 Buick Series 60 car. "Stay close to me, darling." The man whispered next to your ear. You nodded, slowly. Then, he quickly opened the door and he made you go inside first before he went inside the car with you. The other two men were standing on each side of the car, with their guns pointed at police cars.

All of a sudden, you heard guns firing. The man held onto you and ducked you down to protect you from any harm, which confused you. "Let's get out of here!" The man yelled. Then, the two other men quickly got inside the car and the driver sped off away from the police.

Once they were out of sight, the man, gently, pulled you back up. "Well, well, well, boys. Not only did we get some money, we've got ourselves a prize." The driver said, while looking at you in the rear-view mirror. After he said that, he and the other two men laughed, making you shrink back.

Then, you felt an arm wrapping around your shoulder, in a protective way, and the man pulled you closer towards him. "She ain't no prize, fellas." He said, with a serious look on his face. "Well, boys. It looks like John Dillinger has got a soft spot for the girl." One of the men said, making him and the other two men laugh.

Then, the man, who was revealed to be John Dillinger, pulled out a 1911A1 Handgun from his coat and pointed it at the three men and said, "And I would kindly appreciate it if none of you three lay a hand on her or you're gonna end up getting a bullet in the head. The poor girl is scared enough already." "Fine. We won't, Johnny." The driver said. Then, John put his handgun away in his coat, much to your relief since it did scare you.

"So, what do you want us to do with the girl? Put her on the street?" "No. She'll stay with me at my cabin." John said. You shrunk back a little, still feeling scared and worried. John leaned towards your ear and said, quietly, "It's okay, darling. I won't hurt you, I promise." You looked up at his dark brown eyes and nodded, slowly, at him. "Whatever you say, Johnny." The driver said, as he continued driving.

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An hour later, in a wooded area, the driver pulled up to a cabin. John opened the car door and turned to you. "Come on, doll." He said, while signaling you with his gloved hand. Then, you got out of the car and John, gently, grabbed your right upper arm and escorted you up to the entrance door of his cabin. The car drove off afterwards.

John released your arm after his gang left. When he got the door unlocked, he opened it and he placed his hand on the small part of your back to walk you inside. Once you both were inside, John turned on the lights so you both could see.

"What's your name, baby girl?" John asked you from behind. You turned around and saw him taking off his black leather gloves, his black coat, and his hat. "Um, it's (y/n)." You said. He looked up at you, with a raised eyebrow, as he was adjusting his light brown shoulder gun holster. "Just (y/n)? What's your full name?" He asked. "It's (y/n) (y/l/n). But you can just call me '(y/n)'." You said.

"Well, (y/n), make yourself at home. There's a guest bedroom upstairs. Get some rest. You look tired. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." John said. You didn't want to argue with him because you were worried that he would get angry with you and he could possibly hurt you or kill you.

So you went with the flow and said back, "Thank you, Mr. Dillinger." He chuckled and said, "Call me 'John', baby girl." "O-Okay, John." You said, while nodding, as you headed upstairs to the guest bedroom.

When you got to the guest bedroom, you, slowly, walked towards the bed. You laid on the bed, staring up at ceiling. All you could do was think about was your family. They're probably worried sick about you after they found out that you were kidnapped by John Dillinger. You were starting to feel tired, so you closed your eyes and drifted off into sleep.

"(y/n)." You woke up to John saying your name and him stroking your (h/c) hair. You opened your eyes completely and you looked up at him. He was hovering over you, with a smirk on his face. "Hello, baby girl. You've slept for an hour and a half. Anyway, I wanted let you know that dinner is ready. So, how about you come down and eat?" John said. You were confused of why he made dinner for you since you're his hostage, but you still felt hungry. You nodded and said, "Okay." Then, you got up out of bed and you followed John down to the dining room.

After you followed John downstairs, he led you to the dining room, where dinner was waiting. There was chicken, mashed potatoes, peas, and bread on the table. You didn't expect John to do all of it for you.

"Oh. John, you didn't have to do all of this, especially since...I'm your hostage." You said, looking down a bit. But, then, you felt a finger under your chin and it lifted your head up to look at John, who was close to your face.

"Hey. I don't want a beautiful woman that's standing in front of me to starve. Besides, you're not a hostage to me, (y/n)." He said, and, then, he placed a kiss on your cheek, which made you gasp, quietly, and also blush at the same time. You heard John chuckle next to your ear and said, softly, "You're so adorable when you blush, baby girl. Now let's go eat dinner." Then, he pulled out a chair for you to sit on and he helped sit you down. After that, he sat in a chair on the other side of the table across from you and you both began to eat dinner.

The whole time, while you and John were eating, you both talked and got to know each other for a bit. You even got to know about John robbing banks in the past with his gang. Even though you were kidnapped by him, you had to admit, you had a good time with him, especially since you were starting to develop feelings for him.

When dinner was over, you headed back to the guest bedroom. But for some reason, you couldn't fall asleep. Mainly, it was because you were cold in the guest bedroom. But it was also because you couldn't stop thinking about John.

You got up out of bed, left your bedroom, and you headed down stairs. When you got closer to the bottom of the stairs, you were spooked when you heard, "Hey! What are you doing up?" You looked to the direction and you saw John, sitting on a couch in the living room in front of a fireplace, cleaning his guns. You walked into the living room and you stood next to the couch where he was sitting.

"I—I wasn't trying to escape, John. I came down here because I was cold in the guest bedroom." You said. "Oh. Well, I didn't have the slightest idea that you were escaping. But, here, (y/n). Come sit down. I have the fireplace going." John said, while he patted a spot on the cushion next to him. You, then, sat on the couch with John.

There was nothing but silence for a minute as John finished cleaning his guns. Then, he finally broke the silence when he asked, "How are you feeling now, baby girl?" "I feel a little bit better than earlier. But I still feel a little cold." You said. "Here. I'll help you with that." John said, as he put his hand under your chin and turned your head so you were facing him.

Once you were facing John, he caressed your cheek with his thumb, while he stared into your (e/c) eyes. Then, he leaned forward and closed his eyes as he pressed his warm lips against yours. Your eyes widened when you felt his lips against yours, but you closed them when you melted into the kiss. John, then, pulled slightly away from your lips and brushed his lips across yours for a bit before he opened his eyes and looked at you, while he kept his hand on your cheek.

"Do you feel warm now, (y/n)?" John asked, while he stroked your cheek, gently, with his thumb. "Much warmer, John." You said, and, then, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against John's, who kissed you back, passionately, as he leaned you back so you were laying down on the couch as you both continued kissing.