#He swung the door open aiming his gun at me

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Punk!Miguel AU Part 2

(not proofread LMAO)

Okay but like...

punk!miguel who couldn't stop thinking about that day he shared with you. and even in the moment, with all your clenching and whining, he knew he wouldn't. so he made sure to get your number afterwards... just in case.

punk!miguel who frequently stood by his front window, looking down from his apartment as he watched you walk home from work everyday. thankfully for him, your building was right next to his, so you were sure to pass by his view five days a week.

punk!miguel who figured out that you work as the manager for a family owned cafe a few blocks away, a role that was passed down to you after a few generations. he wasn't typically a man for coffee and pastries, but he'd make an exception for his damsel in distress... just in case.

punk!miguel who just so conveniently happened to stop buy your cafe, just before closing hours. this wasn't the first time he's visited since he found your place of work, but it was the first time he's given you more than a shit-eating grin and a sly comment.

"You gonna hurry up with that muffin, or are you gonna keep me here all night?" you ask from behind the counter, hands on your hips. he looked over from the table he was sitting at and just flashed you a smirk. you two were the only people here, given that it was almost 11pm and completely dark outside.

"Oh, you know me," he said turning in his seat to face you. "Never one to rush, always want to savor my meal." he gave you a little wink, and you rolled your eyes.

"Whatever, take as long as you want, I'm gonna clean up for closing." you pulled a broom from the corner and started sweeping the little crumbs in your kitchenette, while Miguel went back to "savoring" his chocolate muffin.

The door to the building swung open. "Nobody move!"

You were frozen in your place, almost dropping the broom. A large man, though not as large as Miguel, dressed in dark sweats was aiming a gun at you, with a fierce look in his eyes.

Great, now you're being robbed.

You carefully set the broom down at your feet, and hold your hands up. The retail counter did very little to make you feel safe from the intruder. "Listen, I don't know what you want from me, okay? If you're looking for money, I don't have any. Nobody really pays in cash these days and-"

"Just shut up and empty the register!"

You were quick to do as he said, even though robbing a small cafe in the 21st century didn't seem very profitable - you didn't say anything though, out of fear of being shot. You gathered all the money from the cash register, pulling out a hundred dollars or so in change. "Do... do you want it in a bag?" you asked, visibly sweating.

The man shook the gun in front of your face. "Just give me the damn money! And don't you dare try to call the cops, I'll shoot 'ya right where you stand, lady."

Unfortunately for him, the intruder was too distracted by getting the cash from you that he didn't notice the large delinquent behind him, holding a fire extinguisher above his head.

With a loud WHACK the intruder fell to the ground, dropping his gun in the process. Miguel stood above him, glaring down at the unconscious man, who now definitely had a concussion. The look in Miguel's eyes was something you had never seen before, well, except for that other time he happened to save you.

He placed the fire extinguisher on the counter and looked towards you. "You alright, chiquita?" he asked, although before you could answer, he reached over the counter to grab some ribbon.

"You tie up your little goodie bags with these, right?" you nod. He takes a few handfuls of the blue ribbons and makes quick work wrapping them in knots around the robber's wrists. Miguel kicks the weapon away. "These aren't exactly handcuffs, but they'll work for the time being. Call the cops, bonita. I'll make sure he doesn't get up." Miguel gives you a reassuring smile, before kneeling down in front of the man.

Red and blue lights fading away told you that the cops had successfully restrained the armed intruder and were on their way to detain him. You had stepped out from behind the counter and slumped down on the floor in front of it, leaning your head back against it. Miguel chuckles as you sigh, and he sits down next to you.

"That was not how I expected the night to end." you huffed, rubbing your temples in exhaustion. He flashed you a knowing smirk. "Oh? And how did you expect it to end, hermosa? ¿Querías hacer el amor conmigo, hmm?" you scoffed as he gave your shoulder a little nudge.

"Don't even go there, that's not what I was talking about, chulo." you huff once more, earning another laugh from him. "What I meant was I wasn't expecting to get robbed today."

"Almost robbed, guapa. I saved you, just like last time."

You smirk. "Yes, just like last time."

You both share a look, one that reveals your growing feelings for one another. Your heart was beating rapidly. You knew where this was going.

"So, is my damsel gonna give me the same reward as last time? Or, are my heroics undeserving of praise?" you bite your lip, and he leans in closer. So close, in fact, that his arm was rubbing up against yours - the tattooed skin heavily contrasting your blank canvas.

"Hmm, it depends. I don't really wanna walk all the way home..." a mischievous look shines in your eyes, and this time it's his heart that pounds. "Will you carry me?"

Another one of his laughs. "No, chica, I won't carry you... we can have our fun right here."

Oh.

Oh.

>:)

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sharpshooter (joel miller x f!reader)

summary: after a long game of cat-and-mouse, you finally have joel miller where you want him. little do you know, you’ve walked right into his trap.  pairing: joel miller x f!reader word count: 2.7k rating: 18+ explicit  warning: oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie ao3 link: click here a/n: enemies to lovers! porn with no plot! FILTHY CONSENT! this story was really just an outlet for me to release a bunch of my sexual frustrations lately lmao. enjoy!

You’d been tracking him for weeks and it was finally about to pay off – literally and figuratively. As the sun sank into the horizon, Joel Miller’s silhouette disappeared into an abandoned shelter on the outskirts of the woods, and you knew this was your opportunity to get your reward from the Fireflies.

Once the moon’s glow lit the pathway to the safehaven, you began your descent towards the shelter. Snow crunched beneath your boots as you approached the rotting door, and with an aching creak of the hinges, you were inside.

Silence. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you realized the interior was seemingly unscathed. No cabinet doors swung open revealing their emptiness. No overturned shelves littering the floors. It appeared like no one had ever looted the place – a rare sight in this world. 

You clicked on your flashlight for further investigation. There was a staircase in a corner of the room and you knew that’s where your target had to have disappeared to. As your flashlight shined over the room – the empty dining table, rickety shairs, dusty shelves – you noticed footprints.

Puzzled, you realized the footprints didn’t lead to the staircase like you thought they would. Instead, they had only gone a couple feet in front of where you stood before they disappeared. Everything went still.

By the time you turned around, it was too late; Joel had his gun pointed at your head the same way you had yours aimed at his. 

For a moment, the two of you stood there with your eyes locked in a fierce stare. You had been told of the atrocities the man had committed, but had never been warned of how attractive he was. As your eyes bore into each other’s, there was a change – something shifted. There was a spark of something – what, exactly, you weren’t sure – but suddenly you were blinking, losing concentration.

Joel spoke first. “You’re not a bad shot,” he said, a hint of admiration in his voice.

You kept your tone even. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

He cautiously lowered his rifle. “Look,” he sighed, raising his hands in surrender. “I don’t know about you, but I’m getting tired of playing this game.”

You held steady. Focus. “Yeah? And what game is that?”

A smirk ghosted his lips. “The one where you pretend like you’re gonna finally shoot me.”

Livid by his insinuation, your fingers darted to the trigger – but Joel was faster. He instantly redirected the muzzle of your gun over his shoulder, sending a bullet flying through the air and shattering a window on the wall behind him, before shoving you against the wall. 

“Careful there, rookie,” he chided, pinning your arms above your head. “Might do something you regret.” Towering over you with his calloused hands firmly locked around your wrists, you tried to ignore the flickers of fire stirring inside you.

“I wouldn’t regret it,” you seethed through gritted teeth. You pounded your head against the wall in frustration – for not killing him when you had the chance, for getting caught in his trap, for feeling an undeniable desire infect your thoughts. You glared up at him through your eyelashes. “I’d get my fucking pay and move on with my life.”

Joel’s grip tightened. His jaw clenched as he considered your words. “That it then?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. His dilated pupils scanned your face. “You just taking orders?”

You ignored his question and winced. He was squeezing your pressure points and he knew it. While your eyes searched for a way to break free, your mind became further plagued by the man in front of you. His body was so close. His warmth was so palpable. And he smelled of pine and whiskey – the scent sending your hormones into a frenzy. You swore you were getting drunk off his closeness alone.

In seconds, he flipped you around and flattened your chest against the wall. “I asked you a question,” he warned, now holding your wrists at the small of your back.

Despite the hostile environment, he kept a respectful distance from your body. Besides his hands that shackled your own, he didn’t touch you – and it made you absolutely ache. 

With nothing at this point left to lose, you couldn’t help yourself. You listened to the carnal urges whispering in your ear and gave in to fueling the fire inside of you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Joel asked as your hand massaged his pants from behind you. It was hard to perfectly align your palm with his crotch, but your intentions were clear.

“Something I won’t regret,” you answered, your voice much softer than you intended. There was a hint of a plea in your tone. Pathetic. However, your movements grew confident as you felt his pants tightening beneath your touch.

Joel traced the tip of his nose over the skin behind your ear, testing you. “This some sort of trick?” he murmured, his breath sending goosebumps down your spine. “Or is this real?”

Your eyes fell shut at his touch. His deep voice and southern drawl were as smooth as honey as he spoke into your ear. Your body buzzed with want as your hand grew more fervent over his pants.

You arched your back against him, attempting to rub your ass over his crotch, while your hand now clung to the hem of his shirt. “I’ll show you,” you whispered over your shoulder, raising your head to give him further access to your neck, “if you let me.”

Joel loosened his grip on your right wrist, but continued to hold your left one secured against your back. “Go on then, baby,” he murmured. “Show me what you want.”

You placed your hand over his own and guided it across your body. Slowly, you traveled up the span of your stomach to your chest and squeezed your hand over his, letting him feel your pebbled nipple through your shirt. He tenderly massaged your breast and already, you could tell so much about the man you had been hired to kill - how his touch was strong yet gentle, careful yet confident. 

Under your hand’s lead, he continued to explore your body lower. As your hand snaked into the waist of your baggy pants, Joel buried his head into the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as you guided his fingers over the top of your panties. 

Relinquishing control, you placed your hand against the wall now as Joel fingered the wet warmth pooling in the center of your underwear. “This all for me?” he purred into your neck before nibbling gently. You gasped at the sudden contact of his teeth, but eagerly nodded as his fingers delicately traced every dip and curve of your core.

“I told you,” you panted, cautiously turning around to be face-to-face again. “It’s real.”

For a moment Joel studied you like he was trying to figure out what to do next with you. You resisted the urge to beg him to touch you and did your best to wait patiently. Then, in one fluid motion, he was lifting you up and sitting you on the edge of the table. 

Your hands planted on the surface behind you as Joel lifted your foot. With slow, deliberate movements, he began unlacing your boots one at a time. Next, he instructed you to lift your hips and pulled off your pants, leaving you in nothing but your shirt, coat, and soaked panties while he remained fully dressed. 

Once he had your bottom half how he wanted it, he remained standing and placed your foot over his shoulder. “Been a long time since you were properly fucked?” he asked, turning his head to place a delicate kiss on the inside of your ankle. His scruff tickled your skin and you found his leisurely pace torturously frustrating. 

“Y-Yeah,” you nodded, eyebrows furrowed in anticipation as you watched his lips trail more kisses up your calve towards your thigh. His eyes locked with yours for a moment and your stomach dipped at the delicious look painting his face. He looked like a starving man about to devour his first meal.

As he approached your thighs, Joel repositioned himself on his knees. He gently lifted your legs and placed them over his shoulders, before returning to your supple flesh. “You really need it, huh?” he mused, dragging his tongue up towards your panties. When you could only swallow a lump in your throat and nod, voice dry, Joel cooed. “Poor baby.”

Unable to restrain yourself, your fingers threaded through Joel’s dark peppered hair, the thick curls lacing between each digit. You cradled his head in your hands, fighting the urge to finally make his lips meet your heat, and instead studied his face with quiet desperation.

“You want me to fuck you good, baby?” he asked. With his lips on the very edge of your panties planting a delicate kiss, he looked up at you for your response. 

Your hands squeezed at his scalp as you nodded. “Please, Joel,” you whimpered, uttering his name for the first time. The sound seemed to trigger something in him as a glint of arousal flashed through his eyes.

“Say it all together,” Joel instructed, his warm breath fanning over the wet spot of your panties. He started to kiss through the fabric, letting his tongue suck and lick right where you were desperate for it. 

Your head shot back in pleasure as you pulled Joel’s face against you. He allowed you to flatten his nose against your panties as you instinctively bucked your hips. “I want you to fuck me, Joel,” you whimpered, massaging his scalp as you held him against you. You grinded against his face. “A-And I want you to taste me.”

Joel growled in satisfaction as he swiped your panties to the side. Finally, you felt his breath directly on your skin, and keened at the sensation. Without missing a beat, he dragged his tongue up your opening, before taking your clit into his mouth. With a pleasurable hum, he sucked and stroked his tongue over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Meanwhile, his hands hugged your thighs, pulling your body against him as much as possible.

A white-hot euphoria overtook your body. With Joel in complete control, the only thing you could do was hold on and ride the wave he was sending you on. “Joel,” you tried to warn him, leaning over his body. His lips continued to work against you, his warm mouth like a magnet to your heat. “Joel, you’re gonna make me…” you trailed, continuing to cradle his head.

Joel hummed in response and massaged his fingers against your thighs. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he encouraged, nuzzling his nose into you. His mustache tickled with every word and the combination of sensations was becoming unbearable to handle. “That’s it, let me see how good you taste, baby,” he murmured. 

You made the mistake of looking down at him and that was it – you were done. At the sight of his strong arms hugging your thighs on either side of his head, his sharp nose flattened against your core, and his deliciously dark eyes staring into yours, you felt an electric wash of pleasure cascade throughout your body.

You arched your back and practically wept as you came. Panting, you struggled to pull him off of you, his hungry mouth desperate to lap up everything you’d given. “J-Joel,” you whispered, desperate to catch your breath. “Too much,” you explained, but he was deaf to your plea, still eating away at you. The pleasure faded into an overstimulated pain as he pushed you onto your back and continued to work over your clit.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he murmured, finally giving you a break and kissing up through the pubic hair covering your mound towards your belly button. He pulled your shirt up over your breasts and tugged down your bra. As your nipple met the cool air, it was quickly warmed up by Joel’s hot mouth and rugged breathing. 

As he feasted on your chest, you heard the fumbling of his belt buckle. In seconds, the leaking tip of his cock was teasing your entrance. You raised your head, desperate for a look at his cock tantalizingly close to your opening, but were blocked by Joel still on your chest. 

“What is it, baby?” he asked, trailing his mouth to your collarbones. “You want to watch the moment I slide my cock inside of you?” he asked. His lips enclosed around your chin and nibbled up your jawline. 

“Mhm,” you nodded with a fervent whimper. Joel smirked. He rested his forehead against your own and took in the sight of you watching him guide his cock inside. The combination of pain and pleasure was instant; as he stretched you open, your parted your legs wider, 

“Oh, my God,” you whined as he bottomed out inside you. The way he filled you completely and pressed against you was unreal. Your hands clawed at his shoulders for purchase. “You’re so fucking big,” you said, your breath hitching as he began to establish a rhythm.

“Shhh,” he cooed, tucking your hair behind your ear as he increased his speed. “You can take it, baby,” he encouraged, burying his nose into your neck. “That’s my girl.”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head at his praises. Every touch lit your body on fire: his pubic hair tickling against your clit, his thick girth filling you completely, and the tip that kept hitting that perfect spot deep inside you. As Joel wrapped his arms around you in an embrace, your body started to melt. 

“Come on, baby,” Joel purred, feeling your body grow limp in his arms. “Stay with me.” He took one of his hands and slid it down your body. Before you could protest the contact, his finger was already toying with your clit.

“Joel!” you cried, keening at the overwhelming sensation. His callused finger continued to rub slow swirls over you as his mouth came to the corner of your own. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmured, kissing the edge of your lips, “you can take it.”

His other hand rose to the back of your neck and held your head steady as he stared into your eyes and continued to thrust into you. Just as your eyebrows began to furrow in pleasure, Joel’s mirrored yours, and you could feel his own orgasm nearing as his movements became sloppy. 

“Come in me,” you begged, feeling that familiar pleasure wash over you a second time. “Please come in me, Joel,” you repeated, squeezing your eyes shut as your mouth fell open in ecstasy. 

Joel squeezed the back of your neck. “Look at me, baby,” he pleaded, and it was then, just as you opened your watery eyes brimming with tears, that Joel grunted in pleasure and you felt his warm spend shooting deep inside of you. The moment seemed to last forever, until finally, Joel collapsed onto the table beside you.

“Jesus Christ,” Joel panted, his hand lazily reaching out to stroke your belly while he caught his breath. Your eyes stayed shut as you panted, tongue absentmindedly licking your lips as you savored the moment. “That was something.”

A goofy smile spread across your face as you came back to planet Earth. You turned to face him and he immediately wrapped his arms around you pulling you close. “Yeah, that was,” you agreed, burying your face into his neck. As you breathed in his scent again, you held back another moan at the feeling of his warm cum leaking from between your legs. “Fucking amazing,” you added.

Joel squeezed you against him and massaged your scalp as he held you close. For a moment, you two simply enjoyed the moment, the only sounds your shallow breathing and beating hearts. 

Then you felt Joel angle his lips against your head. “By the way,” he trailed, his hand lowering to stroke your back. You felt his lips start to grin against you. “I never got a chance to ask: what’s your name?”

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close to home | chapter forty

close to home | chapter forty

plot: the reader joins Abraham and Eugene on a run, and they find themselves surrounded by saviors

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 3,603 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: thank you for reading!!! Let me know what ya'll think so far? Sorry updates have been slow; I've been so busy! I'll try to update as much as I can this week, but I'll be in Boston for a long weekend :) so updates will be slow this weekend (if any at all, tbh)

It was nearing dawn; you probably only had another forty minutes before sunrise. You knew the plan, and you knew exactly what to do. Daryl had tried to talk to you about staying home, but this time you refused, and he didn’t ask a second time. 

You were against the compound’s wall with Michonne and Daryl, waiting for one of the saviors to bring out Craig. The other savior was already killed by Daryl. 

As soon as Michonne found her moment, her katana pierced through the savior, and everyone swarmed in. You followed Daryl and Rick into the building, walking swiftly with your AK-47 raised. Your heart was pounding, and your stomach was a knot. You hadn’t been able to eat anything the past day. 

“Check the doors, find the arsenal,” Rick whispered. 

Everyone was in pairs for the mission, and everyone had a job to do. Naturally, you were paired with Daryl, and your job was to cover while certain groups went into the rooms and took care of the problems. 

You glanced at Daryl, who looked like he was entirely in control. You knew he was worried because he had asked you to stay behind, but he seemed fine now. In fact, he seemed capable. You felt safe with him by your side. 

The group slowly worked from room to room until the fire alarm blasted. You swore silently to yourself as Rick led you, Daryl, and Michonne down the hallway. 

You were in some corridors and heard machine guns echoing down the long hallways. When bullets hit the wall closest to you, Daryl pulled you backward, and you all ducked for cover. 

Somehow, you and Daryl got split from Rick and Michonne, and he pushed you forward. You could hear him yelling at you to run, but you kept looking back to back, sure no one was gaining on you. 

You checked your left before hesitantly turning the corner when someone grabbed you. You brought your elbow back hard, and the man dropped you. Your knees hit the ground, and you swung around, aiming your gun. 

But Daryl beat you to it. He hit the guy in the face with the butt of his gun and continued the assault after the man fell. “Don’ ya ever touch her!” He yelled, mercilessly caving the man’s face in. 

“Daryl, (Y/N)!” You heard Michonne yelling. 

You stood and grabbed his arm, pulling him. “We gotta keep going!” 

At the end of the hallway, Rick and Michonne stood above a few dead bodies. You and Daryl ran over, and followed them to further push into the building. 

***

The sun was up when you stepped outside. You were dripping with blood and sweat and breathing heavily. But you did what you came here to do. The group quickly scoped out the area, checking out the cars before you started to breathe easily. 

Tara and Heath decided to leave for their two-week run, and after a quick goodbye and good luck, they were gone.

You were leaning against one of the cars with Glenn, sitting silently and taking a moment to collect your thoughts when you heard an engine rumble. 

You and Rosita opened fire when you saw a man on a motorcycle taking off and then quickly getting shot off. You and Glenn joined everyone else in running and watched as Daryl tackled the man and punched him a few times. 

“Where’d ya get the bike?” He asked. 

When you looked at the bike, you realized it was the bike Daryl had lost, but you weren't know how the saviors got it or how he even lost it to begin with. You were so focused on that that it took you a second to realize a woman was speaking over a walkie-talkie.

“Fuck,” You muttered, feeling your stomach tighten when you heard who she had captive. You closed your eyes briefly to control yourself and glanced at Glenn, who looked like he would lose it. 

Rick attempted to make a deal with her, but it didn’t work, and when she stopped answering, both Daryl and Rick tried to get the answers from the man on the ground. 

“Guys, guys!” You yelled, “Stop it. There was no static on the walkie, meaning they were close. If they had taken a car, we would’ve heard it. That means they’re on foot in the woods. Daryl and I can track them,”

“Good idea,” Rick said, “It’s gonna take us a while to find it, though.”

“Then we better get moving,”

***

You were the first to find the trail. You almost didn’t believe it after nearly an hour of searching. But everything Daryl taught you was right in front of you. The trail was human, and you counted six different footprints. 

So you and Daryl led the group while tracking. It was almost two miles before you found an old slaughterhouse, and the irony of it didn’t escape you. 

There was a small argument about what to do, you and Glenn being at the forefront of going in. Eventually, you won over and were about to open the door when it opened itself, revealing Maggie and Carol. 

You breathed a sigh of relief when you saw them, and after Glenn hugged his wife, you wrapped your arms around her. You could tell something was wrong, so you didn’t say anything to her. You cupped her face for a moment before letting her hug Glenn again and going over to hug Carol--who seemed much worse. 

“Your friends are dead, all of them. So you might as well talk,” Rick said to the savior. 

“Let him burn,” Daryl said. 

You watched Rick interrogate the man as you grabbed Daryl’s arm. He glanced at you, at your pale face, and gave you a nod. You knew he was asking if you were okay, so you gave him a nod. 

“I’m Negan, shithead,” The man said. 

You flinched when you heard the gunshot and the man’s body drop to the floor, but you knew it was over. It was over; you would get the rest of the food from Hilltop, and everything would be okay. 

***

You didn’t return to Alexandria until after dark. You had to go back to the outpost, scavenge everything you could, and then drive home. You were exhausted as you and your family walked up to your house. 

Michonne cooked a speedy dinner while a few of you cleaned yourselves up, yourself included. Carol chose not to eat and instead tucked herself into her room. 

Michonne and Rick ate upstairs, so you ate in the kitchen alone. Although Tora joined you, and you shared your food with her. She had put on all the weight she had lost, and you knew it was because a lot of the neighbors fed her too. 

After eating, you were about to go upstairs before you paused, hand on the railing and one foot on the first step. Your mind consumed you with images of the day and the people you murdered. You shivered and turned around, headed to see Daryl. 

By the time you reached his door, you were crying, and when he answered your knock, you managed to choke out. “Can I sleep with you?” 

“C’mere,” Daryl said, pulling you into a hug. 

You cried harder at the contact and hugged him tightly, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your cheek against the center of his chest. His hand pressed against the back of your head, and you closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of him. 

The two of you stood there for a few minutes as you calmed down, and when you finally pulled away to brush away your tears, you lightly laughed. “I’m sorry, I’m okay…”

“No, ya ain’t, that’s okay,”

You nodded and took a deep breath. “Thank you, Daryl.”

He led you over to the bed before turning off the lights. The bed was cold as you climbed in, and you didn’t waste a moment before cuddling up next to him when he laid down. He didn’t flinch once, and he didn’t seem to tense up at your touch. 

“I didn’t like it.” You quietly said. “I know we had to, and I know I made my own decision. But I didn’t like it.”

You felt him nod. “I know, ya shouldn’ like it. It’s good that ya don’.”

You looked up at him, his soft shirt against your cheek. Aside from the soft glow of a clock radio on his desk, you couldn't make out his features in the dark. Daryl turned to look at you and then leaned forward, kissing your lips quickly. 

You smiled when he pulled away; he’s only initiated a few of a few kisses you’ve shared, and each one was sweet. It was like he knew when you needed it most, and that’s when he gave it to you. 

Daryl kissed you again before letting his head fall back against the pillow, and you made yourself comfortable in his arms. 

***

The following days after the outpost was quiet. Life continued on in Alexandria, with a bit more food to go around. You could sense that everyone’s energy was picking up at that, and more run groups were going out to bring stuff in. You went on a few of them but mostly stayed in the community. 

Carol was going through something, and you tried to be there for her. She told you she was sick of the killing, and you agreed with her but didn’t know how to stop. You didn’t know if you could stop. Because you didn’t have the choice to. 

You spent each night with Daryl, quickly becoming your favorite thing in the world. After the night you shared, you asked for one more. And then the night after that, he asked you where you were going when you tried to go to your bedroom. After that, you followed him down there each night. Now Tora followed you down and slept with you at the foot of the bed. Michonne noticed your absence and only teased you a little.

It was comfortable. You loved it. And it meant your relationship with the man was growing, which was all you wanted. You weren’t sure what the two of you were. You didn’t even think you’d ever have a title for it. You just wanted to be with him. 

Unfortunately, that day wasn’t today. You were going out with Abraham and Eugene, and you were running late. You were supposed to meet them at the gate ten minutes ago. 

The door slammed shut behind you, and you jogged down the porch steps. Daryl was sitting out there, working on the motorcycle he had received. 

“Hey,” You smiled at him. Daryl looked up at you and, in his own way, smiled back. You laughed. “I’m going out with Abraham and Eugene, so I won’t be back for a while.”

“Why they ask you again anyway?”

You shrugged your shoulders, knowing he didn’t mean it offensively. He was worried about you. “I guess 'cause I wasn’t going out on the run today, and Abraham wanted another person with him. You know how Eugene is.”

“Yeah, well, Eugene likes to stare at ya legs, so if he starts make sure ya smack him,”

“I know. Why do you think I wore these jeans today?” You sarcastically asked. "Figured I'd give him something to look at."

Daryl looked up at you with a glare, and you started laughing. “I’ll see you later tonight.” 

You were smiling as you left and chucked when you heard him yelling at you to be safe. Your heart fluttered as you picked your speed up to a jog and rounded the street to the gate. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You told them as you approached. 

“With the community having power, I assume it’s safe to say that each house comes equipped with a clock. Both digital and analog. I know you to be a smart woman, so I know you know how to reach them. We were supposed to meet when the big hand was at the twelve, not the three.” Eugene told you. 

“Oh, shove it, you wanna do this or not?”

***

About an hour later, you walked a few paces behind Abraham and Eugene. Your gun swung slowly as you walked, and you kept your eyes open. It always felt good coming out here after being locked up in Alexandria for so long. You didn’t like it, but you felt more in control when you were. You knew it was because you were so used to fighting to survive that this is what you were now. 

And besides, the two of them have had tension for weeks now, and you didn’t want to be there when the hammer dropped. 

Unfortunately, you were, and you tried to get Abraham from leaving after Eugene said he didn’t need him anymore. 

“Real nice,” You said to Eugene. “I’ll keep watch; you look around for what you need to, okay?”

You ignored the response he gave you as you walked around the ground level of the building. After ensuring you and him were safe, you sat at one of the bench tables and dug through your bag for the food you’d packed. 

Eugene took forever looking at the area and rattled off things about the equipment that you vaguely understood from chemistry class in college. Still, it had been a lifetime ago, so you didn’t pay much attention. 

Finally, he ate, and you thought he was done, but he continued for another hour before he was ready to go. You locked up the place tight before heading back to Alexandria. 

It was at least a few miles, but you’d make it before sunset. 

You were about a mile into your journey when you started to feel odd. You couldn’t place it, and Eugene didn’t notice anything. 

You heard someone whistle and you both froze. You grabbed your gun and brought it to eye level, scanning the surrounding area. A few more whistles sounded and then a group of people appeared from the woods off the road, all with guns pointed at you. 

“Put the gun down, baby girl,” One of the men said, approaching you with a gun that was much more powerful than yours. 

You dropped the gun to the ground. 

“The other one,”

You gave the man a look before taking your pistol out of the holster and putting it on the ground. The same man came to you, took your machete, put it in his belt loop, and then patted you down. His hands lingered too long on your ass, and you bit your lip to keep yourself from doing something stupid. 

Eugene was shaking next to you as he was searched, and you could already see him sweating. 

A different man approached you with shoulder-length blond hair. Half his face was a burn scar. You would’ve focused on that if you didn’t recognize the crossbow he had. You recognized it immediately, of course. Which meant that the people in front of you were saviors. 

“Well, we were tracking somebody else but look at this,” The blond said as he circled the two of you. “Where are you guys heading?”

Neither of you said anything. You were still as ice while Eugene was shaking. 

“That’s okay; we know who you guys are,” The man said. “This is actually perfect; I’m so glad we found you guys.” 

He approached you first and grabbed your arm. “Let’s go, move.”

His grip on you was so tight that it hurt, and he pushed you forward. Eugene was a few feet behind you, and when you looked back, he pushed you forward so hard you fell. You felt your knees sting against the asphalt and knew it was scraped pretty well. 

“Jesus,” The man mumbled, dragging you to your feet and pushing you forward again. 

“You’re confusing us with someone else,” You tried. “I don’t know who you’re looking for.” That part was true. The run group went in the opposite direction, and no other groups were scheduled to go out today. 

“We’re not,” The man said. “Unless you’d rather just take us back to your camp. Seems like you guys are doing pretty well.” 

“Bite me,” You said, pulling your arm away from his grip as you walked. 

The saviors led you off the road and into the woods, where they picked up the pace. You could hear Eugene struggling behind you, and nearly whimpering when he was pushed forward. If he weren’t such a coward… but that wouldn’t matter. There were only two of you. 

“Whoa, whoa, there they are,” The man said. He grabbed your arm and dragged you down. “You know them, right?” He nodded his head. 

You looked at the train tracks, and your stomach dropped when you saw Daryl, Rosita, and Denise. What were they doing here?

“No, I don’t, go to hell,” You spat at him. 

The man turned, pulling a gun out and pressing it against Eugene’s head. “Do you know them?” He asked him. 

“Yes, yes, we do.”

You sighed as Eugene folded, but you didn’t exactly expect anything better. The man chucked and grabbed Daryl’s crossbow, standing up to aim. 

You moved to stop him, but another one of the guys grabbed you and pushed you onto the ground. You groaned against the ground, dirt caking your face. He was putting pressure on your spine and face, and you couldn’t fight him off. 

You heard the arrow fly and closed your eyes, hoping someone missed. But you knew it was a direct hit. You knew the sound of the weapon too well.

The blond man grabbed you by your braid and pulled you up, holding a knife against your throat. He walked directly behind you, using you as a human shield to climb the small grassy hill. The other men had already made themselves known, and the one beside you had Eugene with a gun to his head. 

Your eyes met Daryl’s, and you shook your head slowly, trying not to tell him to do anything stupid. God, he looked pissed. You could see him fisting his hands repeatedly and his chest rising and falling quickly.

“Drop the guns, now!” The man holding you said. “Now!” He kicked the back of your knee, and you dropped. You felt the tip of an arrow against the back of your head, but you didn’t close your eyes.

You’d never seen that look on Daryl's face before, and it scared you. He reacted off his anger so much, and you prayed that he wouldn’t do that now. You would be dead before you knew the man fired the crossbow. 

The man holding Eugene had him kneel next to you. 

Daryl was visibly shaking with anger, and it only worsened when the man started speaking again. 

“You got something to say to me? You gonna clear the air? Step up on that high horse? No. You don’t talk much.” The man said. 

You curled your hands into a fist and closed your eyes momentarily, willing yourself to breathe. Two men collected their weapons as the man talked about the crossbow. 

“I should’ve done it,” Daryl said. 

“Oh, what’s that? Seriously, I didn’t catch what you said.” 

“I should’ve killed ya,”

The man pushed the crossbow into your head a bit and you winced at the sharp point of the arrow. “Yeah, you probably should’ve.” The man said. 

He continued, taunting the two of them about who he was aiming at and something about business arrangements. The only thing you registered was that the man holding you hostage was named Dwight. You could only stare at Daryl. You were always safe with him. He wouldn’t fail you. And neither would Rosita. 

Dwight threatened to kill Eugene if Rosita and Daryl didn’t comply, and you looked over to watch as he began to freak out. 

“You wanna kill someone, start with our companion hiding over there behind the oil barrels. He’s a first-class a-hole and he deserves it so much more than us three.” Eugene said. 

Your first thought was Abraham, and you wanted to scream at Eugene for being such a coward. And as Dwight sent a few men to check it out, you couldn’t believe your eyes when Eugene bit down on Dwight’s dick. 

As Dwight started screaming, bullets fired, and you ducked, rolling down the hill. You landed next to someone who’d been shot and quickly grabbed the gun. Your body shook as you pressed the trigger, firing at the saviors around you and breaking towards the tree to cover. 

Once hidden, you looked back and watched Daryl slit a man's throat to get a gun, and Rosita took down another savior. 

“Daryl!” You screamed. He wasn’t taking cover. 

You angrily shot at more saviors, who’d also taken cover. Walkers were drawn out by the sound, and you turned, firing at a few that got too close for your liking. When the gun clicked empty, you swore and reached for your machete before you realized it had been taken. 

You turned to look behind the tree to see where your family was when you felt the presence of someone behind you and felt something hard hit the back of your head before it went black.

#daryl x y/n #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon #daryl x reader #daryl fanfiction #twd #daryl twd #daryl x you

[lanadeldixon]

Summertime Sadness

Pairing- Daryl x fem reader (some Rosita x reader if you squint)

Word count- 1.1k

Warnings- angst, implied panic attack, mentions of death, someone being beaten, starved Daryl :(

Setting- s7 Alexandria

Summary- The saviours come to collect their 50%, but when you see the condition Daryl is in it’s hard to cope.

“Oh my God,” I whispered “Daryl?” His name a symphony of worry on my lips. A name I used to say with such love now drained of its positivity and filled with fear instead.

Vulnerability shone through his eyes as he turned to me, “Y/N?”

As soon as my name fell from his lips, the end of a gun struck him straight in the jaw, the loud thud of his body hitting the ground echoed through the town.

My breath hitched and a tear rolled down my cheek as they hit him again, yelling at him, “SPEAK WHEN YOU’RE SPOKEN TOO!”

“Leave him alone,” my voice choked up to the point where it came out in only a whisper.

“Let him go,” I cried louder this time, desperate to draw them away.

Hands wrapped around my mouth, too quick for me to react, my screams came out as muffled cries as I attempted to call for help.

But it was no use, I was dragged backwards into my house,

“Shh, you have to calm down, okay?” I immediately un-tensed at the sound of her voice.

“You gotta be tough, you do shit like that you’ll get all of us killed.” Rosita exclaimed sternly.

Her hands released me and she circled me until we were eye to eye.

“You’re not gonna be doing us any favours getting yourself killed,” it was clear to see she was still in grief, she was mourning a man she’d killed off in her mind a long time ago, only now he was truly gone and it was still sinking in.

She had become colder, no one could blame her, however all of us were too busy drowning in our own insurmountable grief and missing loved ones to pay attention to anything else.

I nodded at her like a school kid following her teachers orders then opened my mouth preparing to respond.

“Bam!” The door swung open.

“We said 50% didn’t we?!” His voice shook us to the core.

Whispers of the dead conquered my thoughts as I turned to look at him.

“Woah ho ho well you must be the girl?!”

Negan exclaimed following it with a slight laugh.

“Well you sure are a pretty thing ain’t ya!” His hand reached to my face as he said it, I stared him down, not daring to move but still not hiding my resentment.

“If I weren’t such a fan of your boy Daryl I think I’d have to make you one of my wives,” a sinister grin took over his face as my mine began to pale.

He leaned close to my ear, to the point where I could feel the warmth of his breath as he spoke, “Hell, im the boss, I could just do it anyway…”

I tried to hold back my anger, to not say anything out of fear of what he might do. But the idea of having to marry him sickened and overwhelmed me, “fuck you,” I snarled, eyes finally meeting his.

“You got some massive lady balls and I gotta say, I dig that.” He stated, pulling his face away.

“I’m so tempted to bring you home darling.” He finished, deep down I knew he was just teasing but the thought revolted me.

“I would never be the wife of someone like you,” I responded, my face scrunching up.

He looked at me still with that daring smile.

At that point I couldn’t taken it anymore, my rage boiled until finally, it spilled, I looked at him and let out a large wad of spit aiming it right at his leg.

“Go to hell,” I stated, storms in my eyes.

His face finally faltered as he stared at the stain on his trousers.

“Ho ho ho, you bitch,” he said grabbing the back of my hair and yanking me outside of the house.

“How about we put on a little show, huh darling” he purred in my ear.

I felt ill as he forced me to my knees and began to gesture with Lucille.

“Now I was gonna be nice today but it seems some of you still need an example of how to behave.” Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned as he spoke.

I didn’t cry, I was very careful to heed Rosita’s advice and made sure I didn’t once show my fear, Daryl however did not do the same…

“Y/N!” He screamed as if I was already dead.

“DONT TOUCH HER,” he cried with rage, “I’LL KILL YA!”

“Bring him,” calmly, he gestured to the woman on his right as he spoke.

She dragged him so he was diagonal to me, she then kept her hands on his face, forcing him to keep his eyes on me.

Now I knew to be scared but all I could think was how tired he looked, behind the rage and upset was masked malnutrition and exhaustion. I couldn’t help but worry.

“We’re gonna break up another couple tonight,” he laughed aiming and fake swinging his bat at me.

I grimaced at his statement recalling the story of what happened to Glenn and Abraham and the devastation Maggie and Sasha were left with.

“I’m sorry, you would’ve been a real treat to come home too but looks like you’re gonna end up another lost treasure.”

“Last chance to say goodbye lover boy,” Negan warned.

Daryl was screaming profanities at him, doing everything he could to divert Lucille’s attention to him instead but to my relief, his attempts failed…

That was when the countdown started…

“10…” my breathing quickened.

“9…” I could see Daryl’s mouth moving, his whole body scrambling beneath the saviours holding him back, but all I could hear was Negans voice.

“8…” “just continue to do this when you’re scared okay baby?” I could hear my mums voice infiltrating my thoughts, guiding me to breathe.

“7…” I can see the flowers, they look so pretty, especially now that the lilies have grown, my mother didn’t like lilies, she always loved roses.

“6…” I can see the sun, it shines so brightly today, beaming down its light onto all of us, I think of Daryl’s nickname for me.

“5…” I can see my friends, I love my friends. Part of me wishes I could see Maggie again, the other doesn’t want her to see this.

“4…” I can see the sky, it looks painted today, the way the clouds are floating looks ethereal.

“3…” I can see Daryl. My Daryl, I smile.

“2…” I can see the bat, it blocks the sun as it’s lifted high into the sky.

“1…” I can see Glenn and Abraham, I didn’t think I’d see them so soon but I’m happy-

“I’LL JOIN YA!” Silence overcame the crowd as Daryl pleaded.

“Just let her go, that’s all I ask” his voice quaked, there was a frantic look of desperation in his eyes.

Silence…

Negan chuckled before his face turned stern.

“Who are you?” He commanded in a teasing tone.

“I am Negan…”

#daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon #twd daryl #the walking dead #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #daryl x y/n #daryl x reader #rosita espinosa #negan smith #alexandria #twd alexandria

[fr3sh-tragedies]

Shielded

[Resident Evil: Village] Dimitrescu Sisters x Fem! Reader | Bela Dimitrescu x Female Reader, Cassandra Dimitrescu x Female Reader, Daniela Dimitrescu x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Proofread: Yes

Content Warnings: A short fight, near-death experiences, blunt death of a major character (from the series), blood

[A/N]: This is part one of my short stories for the Dimi sisters. I'll have one for each sister individually once I can set up an outline.

Here are the continuations:

Bela Cassandra Daniela

Enjoy!

Alcina Dimitrescu’s daughters were known by those in the Village to be rather sadistic. They enjoyed torturing their victims for days, often verging on weeks, because they found the terror on their faces amusing. They never seemed to struggle in a fight, no matter how much bigger their opponent was. Even individually they were too powerful. That is–so long as they aren’t weakened first. The one downside to the experiments they had been under, performed by Mother Miranda herself, was that they couldn’t withstand any temperature “below 50 degrees Fahrenheit,” according to the Empress herself. It prevented them from being able to shift into a swarm of flies, meaning it was much harder to retreat to safety.

Ethan Winters had figured this out rather quickly. He found a small book with descriptions and photos of the experiments as they were taking place. Because of how quickly he was dashing throughout the castle in search of his daughter, Rose, all three of the Dimitrescu sisters decided it would be best to corner him so he wouldn’t be able to run anymore.

In a spare room upstairs, they managed to surround him, taunting him relentlessly as he shot at them in vain. They laughed, shoving him to the ground. The eldest daughter, Bela, stood over him, raising her sickle high above her with the intent to drive it directly into his throat with an overly-brutal force. He continued to shoot at her. She cackled darkly. “Silly man-thing. It seems you just don’t learn things quick enough. Your bullets cannot harm anyone in here.” Her sisters laughed at him with her, but before she could jab his jugular the way she had been desperate to for hours now, her attention was immediately drawn to the sound of glass shattering behind her. She whipped around to find the nearest window blown open. She gasped, turning back to Ethan and watching as smoke trailed out from the barrel of his handgun. A loud growl erupted from her throat. “You stupid man! Do you have any idea as to what you’ve just done?”

Cassandra and Daniela both ducked behind objects in the room for cover from the harsh wind now pouring into the room. Bela slashed at Ethan’s face, but she only managed to gash his arms as he blocked. He quickly kicked her hard in the leg, scrambling back onto his feet as she collapsed to the ground. She could already feel her body crystalizing, causing her movements to slow drastically. Ethan shot at her repeatedly to force her to stay in the wind. Cassandra then lunged forward from his right and swung her blade at him–though he quickly dodged and threw her down towards Bela. She cried out in pain as the icy gust began freezing her body thoroughly as well.

“You damned bastard!” Daniela shouted. She ran towards Ethan recklessly, and he countered her attack by using the grip of his gun to strike her sickle away from himself, grabbing her by the arm and twirling her around far enough to hurl her in the same spot of her older sisters. Bela managed to catch her weakly, though there was still a thud that was loud enough to cover the sound of the door opening behind Ethan.

“Enough of these games! Where’s Rose?” He aimed his pistol towards the trembling trio now practically frozen on the ground. Bela instinctively pulled her sisters into her chest, trying desperately to shield them from everything around them. “Answer me! Where the hell is my daughter?” Bela huffed as she shivered, glaring up at him through her eyelashes. Her gaze flickered behind him, a look of terror growing across her features. A loud cry rang out as a woman jumped onto Ethan and tackled him to the ground. All three of the girls recognized her–the maid they had grown so fond of. Daniela tried to crawl forward, but her eldest sister held her back. “[Y/N], no! You’ll get yourself killed!”

“How dare you lay your filthy hands on them?” She wrestled against him to keep him pinned, grasping at his gun. He writhed beneath her and finally managed to shove her off of him. Before he had the chance to aim at her, however, she was already back up and running towards him. She kicked his hand as hard as she could, sending the gun flying towards the wall. Ethan glared up at her, and they both scrambled towards it. Just before he could grab hold of the barrel, a hand stomped down onto his wrist, causing him to let out a cry of pain.

[Y/N] was quick to pick up the pistol and aim it towards Ethan’s head, not hesitating as she pulled the trigger and sent a bullet through the back of his skull.

Moments passed as she panted heavily for breath, studying Ethan’s limp body in search of any signs of life. At length, her gaze shot over to the three women on the floor a few feet away. She discarded the gun, not caring where it ended up, and ran towards them to help them stand. “Come on, let’s get you three somewhere warmer.” She managed to lead them into the hallway, supporting Bela–who was struggling to prop her younger siblings up against her shoulders. “[Y/N],” she voiced softly. “There should be a fireplace two rooms down. I’m not sure if there’s any driftwood though.”

[Y/N] nodded and steadied them before walking them into the room. She sat them down a few feet in front of the hearth, glanced around the room in a panicked manner, and growled when she didn’t spot any wood. She ran to the next room, returning shortly to bundle all three of the women up with multiple blankets she had found. Not too long after, there were pillows that supported their weight as they relaxed into the small amount of warmth. “I’ll be right back,” [Y/N] assured, kneeling in front of them. “W-Where are you going?” “I need to go get the driftwood from downstairs. I’ll be back soon. I promise.”

They didn’t have any time to respond, only being able to watch as she ran past them and left the room. It felt like hours had passed before she finally made it back. She tossed the wood into the fireplace and lit a match, flicking it into the pile and watching as a small flame slowly came to life. “Okay, hopefully the fire will grow in a moment. Is there anything else I can do to help you three heal?”

All three of them shared a look and a few reluctant nods. Cassandra turned to [Y/N]. “I-It won’t help us warm up, but…drinking someone’s blood would help us regain a bit of our strength.” [Y/N] stood there for a moment, surprised. She nodded and looked around. “You could use my sickle, but it’s in the other room,” Bela offered. The maid nodded and dashed out of the room once more. She returned briefly with the blonde’s weapon.

Sitting in front of the trio, [Y/N] brought the sharpest edge of the blade to her palm. She sucked in a sharp breath before digging it into her skin and dragging out a jagged line of blood. The scent of blood heightened all three Dimitrescu sisters’ senses. Their pupils expanded and they forced themselves to sit up. They took turns drinking small amounts, going from youngest to oldest. Daniela went first, then Cassandra. When it was Bela’s turn, there was hardly any blood left, visibly upsetting her.

[Y/N] sighed softly. “Don’t worry. I can always lose a bit more,” she whispered. She sliced another line on the same palm with a small hiss of pain and lifted it towards the blonde’s lips. Bela latched on immediately, grabbing ahold of the girl’s hand and pulling it closer. Moments later, when she was finished drinking, she sighed and leaned back into the pillows to rest. “Thank you,” she mumbled. “Of course.” [Y/N] stood, shakily placed the sickle on a table nearby, and went to the cabinet adjacent to the door, thankful to find a small roll of bandages. She treated her fresh, self-inflicted wounds quickly before walking to sit beside the fireplace so she could keep an eye on the three.

She sighed heavily, the adrenaline from the fight finally wearing off and causing great fatigue throughout her body. She closed her eyes. They snapped open, however, when she heard the girls whining and shuffling under the blankets. “What’s wrong?” Cassandra groaned. “It’s so cold,” she replied. [Y/N] turned to examine the size of the fire, finding that it was still rather small. “I’m not sure what I can do to help you warm up faster. I’ve grabbed almost every blanket I could find.” Daniela tried to sit up, but could only manage to partially prop herself up with her elbow. “We could really use your body heat. Why don’t you let us huddle against you?” Bela and Cassandra nodded in agreement, letting out small “yeah’s.”

Flustered, [Y/N] cleared her throat. “I’m not sure,” she voiced, “I think you three might need to warm up by the fire instead. It’ll provide more warmth than I ever could.” Bela shook her head and motioned for her to join them. “We’ll take any source of heat we can get. We’re so cold, [Y/N]. Please just let us do this.” [Y/N] sighed. She stood and weakly sauntered over to the pile of pillows and blankets, sheepishly crawling under the multiple layers and planting herself in between Bela and Cassandra. With a groan, Daniela forced herself to shift over far enough to lie on top of the [h/c] girl while her older sisters each leaned against her opposite shoulders.

Collectively, all three sisters sighed in relief at the sudden comfort the softness and warmth brought them. They pulled the blankets tighter around themselves and nuzzled as far into [Y/N]’s body as they could. “Thank you for…you know. Saving us,” Bela murmured. Her sisters hummed in agreement, both too exhausted to be vocal about their gratitude.

“Of course,” [Y/N] reassured softly. “You three mean the world to me. I could never just stand to the side and let something bad happen to any of you.” They all shared a smile. “And, of course, if I hadn’t stepped in, your mother would’ve had my head,” she added in a joking manner. “We wouldn’t have let that happen to you,” Daniela whispered almost inaudibly, chuckling. “But you wouldn’t have been here to protect me.” “Ah, we would’ve found a way. Believe us.”

They laughed softly, enjoying the silence that fell upon the room afterwards.

“What’re we going to do with the body?” [Y/N] asked. “Eat him,” Daniela said as though it were obvious. “You want to eat the body of a man who nearly ruined everything?” “Oh, definitely,” Cassandra muttered, smirking when [Y/N] giggled.

Loud, hurried footsteps reverberated down the hall, growing louder within mere seconds. The door of the room flew open, striking the cabinet beside it with a loud crack, and a familiar voice called out. “Girls?” Alcina asked anxiously. She quickly walked to stand in front of the group, sighing when she saw everyone breathing. She knelt down and placed a hand on Bela’s shoulder. “Oh, my poor dears, are you alright? One of the maids informed me of what happened.” The blonde’s eyes fluttered open and flickered over to her mother. “We’re alright, mother. He’s dead.” “Yeah,” Daniela added, prompting her mother to turn her attention to her. “[Y/N] protected us and brought us in here so we could warm up.”

Alcina’s head tilted. “Warm up?” A look of pure fury crossed her features. “You mean to tell me that repulsive, pathetic excuse of a man forced you into the cold? Oh, [Y/N], you should’ve let me handle things. I would have sliced him to ribbons the way he deserved.” “I apologize, my Lady, I just wanted to ensure he didn’t hurt them again. There was a bit of a struggle, so I sort of…ended things as quickly as I could.” The matriarch of the castle sighed and smiled. “It’s alright, my dear. You kept my daughters safe. I’ll forever be grateful for that.” They shared a look of understanding before Alcina stood. “Now, where did the poor man-thing meet his well-deserved demise?” “Two rooms over.”

“Perfect. Dinner will be very satisfying.” With that, she left the room and headed to the place of the attack. The sound of the door opening followed by something heavy being dragged all the way downstairs informed the women that their mother had the other maids prepping for dinner.

[Y/N] closed her eyes, letting herself relax and focus on her senses. She opened her eyes to look down and study the fatigued, lounged body language and expressions of the girls. She could smell the ash of the burning driftwood and feel the heat it provided. Beneath all of the covers, she could feel where each hand rested against her skin, each shaky breath taken by the girls who clung to her for warmth. Daniela had both arms tucked underneath [Y/N]’s body to ground herself steady as she rested on top of her torso, Cassandra’s were wrapped weakly around her shoulders, and Bela had one buried underneath her and the other resting on her chest.

[Y/N] could hear everyone’s breathing and the crackle of the fire. For a group that had just been attacked mere moments ago, all four women seemed to be at ease. In an attempt to further soothe them, [Y/N] brought her hands up to rub Bela and Cassandra’s lower arms. Their slightly tensed muscles softened in relief. She hugged them closely.

“I promise you–all three of you–that as long as I’m here, I will never let anything bad happen to you.”

There was no response, but she knew that they had heard her. She sighed. Her head fell back to lean against the pillows. The plush surface provided a softness that helped her body still, her eyelids drooping from fatigue. A soft rustling and the feeling of a weight being lifted from her chest, however, prompted her to look down. She found the youngest of the daughters gazing up at her. “Is something wrong?” She whispered softly at Daniela, who shook her head.

“No, not at all. I just wanted to ask you something,” she responded just as quietly. “Hm?” “Could we possibly come to you more often? I hadn’t realized just how much warmth you can provide. It’s really cozy.” [Y/N] was far too exhausted to blush or be modest. Instead, she simply smiled with a barely-noticeable nod. “Of course.” Daniela smiled back at her and returned to resting her head against the girl’s chest. Her mind settled once she could hear [Y/N]’s heartbeat.

Flames crackling and soft snores took the place of the silence in the room. [Y/N] swore in her heart she would never let them get hurt again, no matter what it took. She squeezed the women closer to herself and shut her eyes, whispering a soft reassurance more to herself than the others as she finally let herself drift into a much-needed slumber. “Everything will be okay.”

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[nervoushottee]

A Solemn Promise Ch. 4 | Joel Miller Series

Summary: A blast from the past.

Warnings: Cursing, blood, death, guns, like I said previously: just regular the last of us shit.

NOTE PLEASE READ: From this chapter on out, I will be turning reader into more of an OC character. I will keep it in second pov so it still reads how its been (using you, instead of she while reading/writing). However reader will have a name that she will be called throughout the series. You can see a bit of it in this chapter but it will pop up more withthin the rest of the series. Doing this truly helps me get more into the character and into writing this fic.

Thank you for reading that big ass note. Also, Thank you SO MUCH for all the love I've been getting for this fic. It means so much to me truly...Enjoy!

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Joel wasn’t surprised to see the dead bodies in the hallway when he did.

When Tess told him earlier that Robert had fucked up with the battery, his hope for it slowly disappeared with each waking hour. He barely had any hope to begin with. But what made him keep pushing was to find his younger brother. 

To find Tommy. Help him, protect him and/or get him out of any trouble he probably put himself in. Because that’s what being an older sibling is. To protect the ones that are younger than you like a parent would. No matter if you were told to or not. And no matter how many years went by, or how old they got, that is what Joel was and always would be. 

So when Tess revealed that the battery the two of them had been putting all their marbles on was simply a piece of junk in the middle of the hallway,  Joel didn’t react. He knew Tess was angry, hell so was he internally, but who wouldn’t blame her from what she had gone through the night before. Joel simply just knew it was back to square one. 

He perked up at the sound of someone else being in the hallway. With the bullet wounds in all the dead bodies that littered the hallway, he already assumed there would be more danger ahead. Joel walked ahead of Tess with his gun raised as he followed the sound. 

Slowly with each step, the sounds grew louder. And just from listening, Joel didn’t think it was anything dangerous, but still proceeded with caution. He peaked out from the corner of the hallway to see two women injured. 

One woman tried to stand and walk away from what looked like a battlefield. Blood on both of them showing that although they survived, they still took damage. Joel slowly walked toward them, aiming his gun at the ready. The question was, would he shoot first ask questions later? Or vice versa. 

He didn’t have time to answer when a door to his right swung open to a young girl charging at him with a knife. He didn’t waste anytime to throw her to the ground with his gun aimed at her face.“Fuck.” the girl muttered, winded from the sudden shove to the wall. 

“Joel?”, he turned his head to see that one of the injured women he almost shot was no other than someone he really didn’t feel like seeing. 

“Marlene?” 

Marlene doesn’t say anything else to him. Instead she brings her attention to the young girl Joel had just pushed. Asking her if she was alright, in which the girl responded with a nod of her head. Her eyes were still staring at Joel. Full of bravery and fear all tied together as she reached to collect her switchblade. Joel doesn’t hesitate to press his foot firm into the weapon to keep her from getting it back. 

What the hell was a young girl doing in the middle of this mess? Let alone with Marlene and the Fireflies.

“Ellie.” Marlene says to calm the girl down.‘So that was the girl's name’. Joel thought to himself. Ellie's attention didn’t move away from him until Marlene called her name a second time. Finally, Ellie turned her head to Marlene, her eyes widened to see the two older women bloodied and injured. “Oh shit!” she exclaims as she stares at Marlene’s side. 

The older woman dismissed her worries, “You can’t be stupid like this.” she says to Ellie with exhaustion in her voice. Both her and Kim lowered their weapons. 

Joel hears Tess walking into the hallway with the rest of them and she isn’t pleased from what he  could tell. “So this is who Robert screwed us over with? The Che Guevara of Boston? I mean, war must be pretty bad for you to be buying from scum like him.” she taunts.

“Yeah it kinda has been. The merch was bad and he obviously didn’t take fuck off for answer.” 

Marlene says.

Typical Robert. Joel didn’t trust that man to give him a drink of water if he was simply thirsty. Let alone keep his end of the bargain for something as big as a car battery. But when you’re desperate, you’re desperate. And he was, hell, even the Fireflies were from he could see.

“What do you need a car battery for?” he asked her, ignoring the plead from Ellie, asking him to let go of her knife. 

The girl didn’t take him ignoring her as an actual answer. Reaching out to grab the weapon still sitting under Joel’s shoe. He turns his gun back on her, honestly not having the patience with the kid in the first place. “Don’t.”

Not even a split second after he aims his gun at the young girl, two more guns are aimed back at him. He hears the sound of Tess aiming her gun at Marlene and the other woman he didn’t know. 

“Not at her…Point it at me.” Marlene says to him quickly. 

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of footsteps coming from behind the two women. Both of them not moving, guns still aimed at Joel almost if they knew who was approaching them. 

“Ellie?!?” he heard a woman exclaim. Her voice grows louder and louder as she rounds the corner and finally comes into view. 

You.

It felt as if Joel’s heart had almost stopped. He could’ve thought he was dead right then and there as he locked eyes with you. There you were, twenty years later. Stuck in this mess of what the world was, just like him.

Twenty years older than what you both were all those years ago. You were here and you were alive. 

How were you even alive? 

He mourned you, he remembers finding out that you were no longer here. It was like the final piece to the puzzle of losing the rest of his humanity. The warm feeling of love and hope went away when his girls left him. When you left him.

 How the fuck weren’t you dead? Where was your kid? Their kid? Joel couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Still stuck in a daze of disbelief, the grip on his gun loosened. His aim towards the young girl started to falter, dropping slowly. You hadn’t said a word. You too had been taken back from the sudden blast from the past. Joel could tell as much when he saw your feet falter as if you were taking steps to run back in the way you came in.  He watched your eyes trail down at him from his head, to his chest to his hands that were still gripping the gun he was aiming loosely at Ellie. 

And almost if a switch flipped, the sudden shock you had on your face was quickly wiped away with anger. You didn’t hesitate to raise your gun at him. “You’d lower that if you know what’s good for you.” you snapped. 

Joel still didn’t move. Still shocked to see you alive and standing there. “Do I need to shoot you for you to understand? What I’m saying is not a request.” you speak to him again. The anger is still in your voice. “Woods enough.” Marlene says to you, her eyes not leaving the situation in front of her. “Joel, point it at me.” 

Woods. He didn’t think he’d hear that last name in so long. He didn’t know if that brought him anxiety or comfort. 

 Joel turns his head back at the young girl, whose eyes hadn’t left the barrel of the gun. Her hands are raised in surrender when Joel sees her. The bravery he could tell was just oozing out of her the moment she came out that door had gone.  Her breath was heavy as she waited on his next move. Slowly, Joel moves his gun away from her and aims it at Marlene. He can hear her sigh of relief as he does. 

Marlene and Kim both lower their guns. You keep it straight forward for a few seconds, before lowering it also. “To answer your question, I need it for a better reason than you do. No offense, but Tommy is just one man.

Joel eyebrows furrowed and he looked back up at you, you had done the same reaction. He doubted it was for the same reason. He quickly looks back at Tess who was just as confused as he was because how the fuck did Marlene know?

 “It’s our job to know things.” Marlene states, knowing the reason for Joel's confusion. 

He scoffs, “To know things? You’re the cause of it. You turned my own brother against me.” 

Marlene rolls her eyes, adjusting her stance and applying more pressure against her wound. 

“That was a lot of gunfire. FEDRA’s going to be on the way.” Kim says to her. He sees you get closer to Marlene. Coming closer into the light he can get a better glimpse of you. You were bleeding. You knuckles bloody,  a cut on your lower lip and the side of your neck had what looked like a cut from a knife. 

“Kim’s right. We gotta go Marlene.” you add, staring at the woman. And Marlene knew, she said as much. But Joel didn’t see she was in a hurry to move. “We were going to move Ellie out of the zone tonight, but we won’t make it anywhere like this. Not for a while anyway.” 

“So now I’m thinking…you’re gonna do it.” 

Joel didn’t like the sound of that fucking statement. No way in hell him or Tess was going to waste their time on some girl. “The hell we are.”

You and Ellie had the same sentiments as you both exclaimed with the same attitude. 

“I’m not going with them!”

“Marlene what the fuck?!?” You exclaim. Kim takes a step closer to her as she speaks. “Let me and Woods take her. That was the plan anyway, we’re just a few people short.”

Joel didn’t want to entertain this any fucking longer. His night was waisted, his battery was gone, and he’d have to go home and start back over again at square fucking one. To try and find a way to get to Tommy. “Tess, we don't have time for this.” He insisted. But from the looks of it, Tess was intrigued. “Who is she?”

“To you? She’s cargo.” Marlene replied quickly back to her. 

Joel still wasn’t having it, pushing the statement that it wasn’t going to happen. “We don’t smuggle people.” He could tell his statement was ignored as you, Marlene and Kim both converse among yourselves. 

“Let us take her Marlene, I can do it.” Kim pushed. Marlene didn’t waste any time to lay it down on her. “Kim, you don’t have a fuckin’ ear on your fuckin’ head!” And she was right, the woman’s right ear was gone, leaving just blood and scar tissue in its wake. 

“And what’s your excuse for me?” you demand from Marlene. Taking a step closer to her, “We both know that I’m not going anywhere without here and I won’t fuck this up.” 

Marlene sighs, nodding her head softly. “You're right.”

“Woods you go with them.” she says loudly for both him and Tess to hear. 

It was like Marlene loaded the gun and pulled the trigger all at the same time. Joel didn’t want to do this. Despite knowing you were alive, it wouldn’t be good for him. Or you. It would bring up things about himself, about his past that he spent years pushing away to stay alive. “Are you even listening to me?” Joel questions.

He sees you shake your head, “That wasn’t the plan Marlene.” you say bitterly. 

And as if Marlene was through with the back and forth she turns around quickly but regrets it with a groan from her chest. Her injury is still causing pain from being left untreated. “The plan was to send you and Ellie out there with a group of us, not just you. What if you die? What then?” 

You try to protest at the question but Marlene doesn’t give you time to do it. 

“There’s a team of Fireflies waiting for her at the old State House.” Joel shook his head as he scoffed at what Marlene was telling them. “So why don’t you let Woods take her like she wants. No use needing us.” Joel snaps, putting emphasis on what they’d been calling you. 

“I can get her there faster, those two would just slow me down.” You say to Marlene but your eyes never leave Joel’s. Slow you down? How the hell would you even know if him and Tess would “slow you down”? 

“Is that right?” Joel question. 

“Damn right.” you say without hesitation. 

Joel didn’t know why he was upset at your assumption. He should just leave it alone, he didn’t want to be around you in the first place. 

“Both of you enough.” Marlene sighs, “I know what’s out there. We were going with an entire squadron for that very reason. But now, I don’t have a truck, I don’t have a squadron and for the last time Woods, you going out there by yourself is too risky of a chance for me to take. You know that.” she states. You sigh, shaking your head. In a way, Joel could tell that you knew she was right. 

For whatever reason why this girl needed to get out of the city, it seemed important enough that the three of you were willing to get shot for her when Joel raised his gun

. 

“FEDRA is five minutes away, and what I do know is that I have you. And I know what you both are capable of. For better or worse.” Marlene finishes. “What are they capable of?”, the young girl's eyes widened in intrigue at the woman’s statement.

“Ellie, not now.” you say to her quietly. 

Joel had noticed that Tess hadn’t said much of anything since she asked who Ellie was to them. Still listening to Marlene’s proposal and letting him do all the talking.

“You get her there safely with Woods and they’ll give you what you need. Not just a battery. The whole thing. Fueled-up truck, guns, supplies, all of it. I swear.” 

Now that was something that perked his interest. He turns to Tess to she what she thinks,  the woman tilting her head in the other direction so the two of them could talk about it privately. He walked over to her but not before sliding Ellie’s knife further away from her. “Asshole!” the girl exclaims. 

Joel doesn’t react to her insult as he walks over to Tess. But he hears the sound of footsteps coming towards him and turns briefly to see you walking over to Ellie. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” your questions full of concern as you place a gentle hand against the back of her head. 

Ellie quickly shakes her head, “No but you are. What happened?”

Joel turns away quickly. An old, yet painful memory creeps up his skin that makes him think of what could have been. Years before all of this happens. He forces it away before walking back to Tess, who had seen the whole thing.“You trust her? Marlene?” Joel gives her a look that clearly indicates he doesn’t. “Me either, but she seems desperate.”

“Firefly vehicle usually means repurposed FEDRA stuff. So, better than a decent chance of making it to Tommy in one of those.” Joel tells her. He hated to admit it and truly didn’t want to do it in the first place, but it was the best chance they could get. It was either this or going home and starting all over again.

Tess nodded, agreeing with Joel’s statements. The woman still stood there, giving him a look that he could tell she wasn’t satisfied. Like she wanted to say something else. “What?” Joel pushes.

“Who is she to you?” Tess questions. 

Joel knew who Tess was referring to. You. The woman he mourned, the woman that haunts his dreams from time to time still after all these years. You who makes him think of his past self that is no longer a part of him.

He could play dumb and ask her who she meant. He could act like he didn’t have a clue who you were. But he knew better, Tess knew better.

 “Nobody important.” he dismisses

Joel can tell that’s not the answer Tess wanted from him, and didn’t doubt for a second that she would press on it more later. He tries to change the subject, “The second we hand that kid over-” 

“Y’all can talk this through but please remember I’m bleeding out.” Marlene says loudly with desperation. Reluctantly, he and Tess make the decision quicker than they would like.

“Okay. Here’s the deal.” Tess begins as she walks back over to the group of women. You were still crouching down at Ellie’s level. Your hand resting on her shoulder. “We’ll get her to your crew at the State House. But before we hand her over, they give us everything we want. If not we kill her. There and then.” 

“Not with me there you won’t.” You say, standing quickly in defense against the young girl.

‘Who was she to you?’ Joel thought. A small brief thought lingered in his brain, bringing up something, or better yet, someone, who he could’ve thought she was to you. But from the looks of it, the girl was pretty young. And who Joel didn’t want to think too hard about would’ve been way older by now. 

“Deal.” Marlene agrees.

Ellie scoffs, “Really? That fast?” the girl looks between you and Marlene. 

Marlene sighs, “You are all that matters. My team won’t jeopardize that. Woods knows that.” she tilts her head up to acknowledge you. You look down at Ellie before speaking to her, “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

“Remember what I told you…go get your backpack.” The injured woman instructs. Ellie doesn’t move, still upset about  the decision.

“Ellie, go.” you say to her, the young girl looks at you. Almost pleading for this exchange not to happen. In the end she sighs, reluctantly getting up to get her things. Stomping in her wake. 

Ellie comes back out with her things, heading to stand towards you. Joel watches as she stares at Marlene. “Let’s go.” Tess tells them as she walks back the way they came. Ellie stares at Marlene a little longer as do you. 

Both Marlene and Kim nod their head at you as a goodbye. You reciprocate the gesture and softly pull Ellie’s arm for her to start walking. You don’t look at Joel as you pass him. Your eyes straight forward as you head the same way Tess goes. Ellie shoves Joel’s shoulder with her body as she walks past him, causing him to turn in annoyance. Watching as she grabs the knife he had kicked away from her. 

He sees you stand and wait for her to catch up to you. Your arm extended toward her, you fingers wiggling softly for the young girl to take. 

“Joel…” Marlene calls for him, causing Joel to turn away from the gesture he just watched between you and Ellie. “Don’t fuck this up…Please.”  If this didn’t finalize how desperate Marlene and the Fireflies were then he didn’t know what would. Without a word, Joel turns and leaves. Leaving the two women alone once again. 

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The Fix - Part 4

Summary: Everyone has a past, but yours seemed to haunt you. You've tried to move forward with a normal life, but the day comes when that's not possible anymore. When Sheriff Beau Arlen enters your life, you're certain he is going to judge you just like everyone else in town does. But something about Beau is different.

Warnings: Child abduction, mentions of domestic violence, language, gun violence, mentions of drugs/drug use

Word Count: ~2.5k

A/N: I want to preface this by saying: I don’t usually bring up real life situations or discuss what’s going on in the world on this Tumblr. My page is meant to be a safe space for anyone who comes to read fiction, and it will remain that way. I want to put a heavy disclaimer on this that there is mention of gun violence in this chapter. I live in the United States where gun violence seems to be a daily occurrence, but I know reading about it can be triggering for many (especially with recent events). Please know that it is not my intention to trigger anyone, and I absolutely respect and encourage you to skip this chapter if you are not comfortable reading. My descriptions are vague, but I still want to be clear that it is a topic in this chapter.

Pop, pop, pop. 

The sound was nauseating and caused you to bolt upright in your bed. You were disoriented and confused—you didn’t even remember falling asleep. 

Beau’s voice was muffled through your closed bedroom door. “Jackson, drop the gun!” He demanded with a tone you hadn’t heard him use before. “Nobody else needs to get hurt.” 

Nobody else? Your heart was in your throat. Bailey. 

You pulled on the metal doorknob and swung it open so hard that it clanged against the wall and bounced back. It was so loud that it caused Beau to flinch slightly, but as you stepped into the hall you realized his focus was fixated on someone in your kitchen, his gun drawn and aimed in that direction. 

“Darlin’, I’m gonna need you to stay put,” Beau’s tone had shifted slightly—it was more gentle—but his gaze remained locked on the person in your kitchen. 

“Is that her? Is that my wife?” You heard the voice of the man you had worked so hard to forget. 

“Jackson,” you muttered as you ignored Beau’s request and moved down the hallway. “Where is she? Where’s Bailey?” Your heart thudded against your chest so hard, as if you had just run a marathon. As you approached Beau, he adjusted his hold on his gun. 

“Dammit, I asked you to stay put,” he grumbled. 

“Yeah, well, I don’t follow directions well,” your eyes were fixed on the man in your kitchen. As he came into view, you noticed how awful he looked. He was either tired or high, maybe both. “Jackson…” you started again. “Where is Bailey?”

“She’s safe,” Jackson moved, pointing his pistol back and forth between you and Beau. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair disheveled. It looked as though the clothes on his back had been worn for days. 

Your feet wanted to take off running in the direction of where he had come from to find her, but your eyes found the barrel of his gun and you tried to will yourself to stay put. 

“Alright, let’s take it nice an’ easy,” Beau broke the silence. “Nobody has to get shot, Jackson. We gotta get an ambulance here for my deputy, okay? Can I radio in that I need an ambulance?” He was putting the ball in Jackson’s court. Beau recognized that Jackson yearned for control in every situation; he was better at this than you had realized. 

“Fuck no,” Jackson spat. “Ain’t nobody leavin’ here but her.” He pointed the gun back at you. “You sleepin’ with a Sheriff now, baby?”

You cringed at that word: baby. It brought back flashbacks filled with pain. 

“I’m just here to keep an eye out, is all,” Beau spoke before you could even process what to say. “Every deputy, cop and FBI agent is lookin’ for you right now. I’m here to keep her safe.”

“Looks like you’re doing a great job of that,” without breaking eye contact with Beau, he leaned to the side and spit. “She’s comin’ with me. We’re gonna be a family again.” He cocked his head—he was out of his mind at this point. You had never seen him this far gone, which terrified you. 

“Yeah, I’m not gonna be able to let that happen,” Beau’s jaw tightened and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his finger twitch by the trigger. 

“Beau…” you started softly to try and calm him down. You knew the only way to Bailey was through Jackson. His finger twitch made you nervous.

“Oh, we’re on a first name basis now, are we?” Jackson asked, annoyed. 

You ignored it. “I want to go,” you continued to speak to Beau. “I want to be with Bailey.” There was a pleading tone to your voice. For the first time in this entire encounter, Beau looked between you and then back at Jackson, incredulously. 

“Not gonna happen,” Beau said firmly and his jaw muscles flinched. Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw the shadows creep beyond the window just past Jackson. More people were coming—an array of officers and FBI agents, you could assume. You wanted to stop them—you were so close to getting to Bailey. She was so close, you could feel it. 

“You don’t get a say in this one,” Jackson practically snarled. “Come on, baby. Let’s go.” He held out his hand that wasn’t gripping the gun. 

Before you could even move, a shot rang out and ripped through the glass. You watched Jackson’s eyes widen. A scream fell from your lips, but before you could process—Beau’s arms encircled your waist and tackled you into the hallway up against the wall. He pulled your head to his shoulder, his fingers spanned out over the back of your head. His body covered yours against the wall and you realized he was trying to shield you from a potential gun fight. 

“No, no, no!” You screamed against his shoulder. You pushed and shoved against his chest, but he was a boulder and wouldn’t budge. “He knows where Bailey is! He’s the only one who knows!” You realized at that point tears had started to flow from your eyes and sobs shook your entire frame. 

“Relax!” Beau commanded over the noise of officers and agents entering your home. “Just take a breath for a second.” He pulled back when he realized the moment was under control. 

“Jackson Lyle, you are under arrest,” someone said as your body shook against the wall. As Beau removed his frame from yours, his eyes watched you closely. That painstaking, sympathetic gaze was back, and it only made you more frustrated. 

“He’s the only one who knows,” the repeated words fell in a whimper from your lips. 

“I hear you, darlin’,” Beau said softly. His fingertips trailed up to brush back a strand of hair that had fallen over your eyes, and you wondered if he realized he had even done it. “You couldn’t have gone with him.”

You pushed past him, and were surprised to find out he didn’t try to stop you. As you entered the living room once more, you saw Jackson on the floor with his hands restrained behind his back in cuffs. There were two FBI agents standing over him, as well as deputies and officers casing your home and marking evidence. Jackson seemed to be conscious—by the looks of the pooling blood, it seemed he had been shot in the shoulder at least once. 

“Where is she, Jackson?” You asked firmly. It was your goal to get some kind of answer, just in case he would lose consciousness at any given moment. 

Jackson’s eyes floated over you before he leaned to the side and spit in your direction. “Can't tell you that now, baby. We could've been a family again.”

Anger burned the pit of your stomach. “You son of a bitch,” you started, before you lunged towards him. 

The arms that encircled your waist from behind were beginning to feel familiar. “Hey, hey, hey,” Beau’s gruff voice rumbled just behind your head. “I want to kick his face in just as much as you do, but we gotta do this right.” 

Your breathing calmed a bit as the FBI agent you recognized stepped forward. “Sheriff,” his eyes burned into Beau. 

“Agent,” Beau tipped his head at Matt, the agent from earlier. 

“Do you have any idea how many problems you’ve caused?” The agent ignored your presence. 

“We got the guy, didn’t we?” Beau shot back.

You held your hands up to stop the back and forth. “My daughter is still missing. What are we doing to find her?” You looked at Matt expectantly. 

He sighed but finally pulled his gaze away from Beau. “We have agents searching the direction we tracked Jackson’s truck from. They’re also checking the truck for any evidence,” he answered. “He has to go to the hospital, but we’ll question him more as we get there, and then once the doctors are done with him.”

Your mind raced to think of what else could be done. “Which direction did he come from?” You asked. Matt didn’t answer. His eyes hovered over you for a moment. “I asked you a question, agent.” You couldn’t control the tone of your voice, you were desperate. 

“I can’t tell you that, ma’am,” he sighed. 

“My five-year-old is out there, alone,” you seethed. This time, Beau didn’t stop you. “And you’re not gonna tell me which way I might be able to go to find her?” 

Matt spoke before he processed. “Do you know who your ex-husband is associated with? He runs with some of the most dangerous criminals you could think of. Drug traffickers we’ve been trying to bust for years.” 

“Is this supposed to make me feel better that my daughter is out there in insane danger?” You felt like you could puke at any given moment. 

“Listen,” Matt sighed. “We are doing everything in our power to get your daughter back. I mean this with all due respect, keep your nose out of it,” he glanced between both you and Beau firmly. “Or else you’re going to find yourself in an even bigger mess.” 

He didn’t give you an opportunity to respond. Instead, he turned to the paramedics who were busy loading up Jackson on a gurney. 

“Keep him cuffed,” he said firmly as he escorted them through your home. 

“This is insane,” you muttered out loud with a hand to your forehead. 

“Excuse me one second,” Beau spotted the paramedics loading Mo up onto a gurney just outside on the front porch. He walked past the various law enforcement personnel. “Popcorn, you alright?”

“I’m alright, boss,” Mo managed a smile. Beau nodded and looked to the paramedics. 

“He should be okay,” one of them spoke first. “Looks like a direct shot to the shoulder, and there’s an exit wound. We’ll take him in and get him checked out.”

“Thank you,” Beau clapped the paramedic on the back. “Good work, Pops.” 

“Sorry he got through me,” Mo seemed disappointed in himself. 

“None of that,” Beau waved off. “No one saw him comin’. You did good.”

After he was assured his deputy was alright, he walked back through the kitchen and into the living room where you were standing. 

“Is there somewhere you can go?” A second agent approached you from the hallway. “Until we know if it’s absolutely safe, you should really stay somewhere else.”

You were still convinced you were going to get in your truck and go on your own search for Bailey, but you weren’t about to tell the FBI that. “I’ve got a place in mind.” You lied. 

“Good, we’ll reach out as soon as we know more,” he nodded at you and went on to process any additional evidence. 

You high-tailed it for your bedroom where you grabbed a backpack and filled it with some clothes and other things you might need while you were away. Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the man in the doorway until he spoke. 

“Where are you gonna go?” Beau’s voice halted your movements, but only for a second. You quickly glanced over your shoulder. He was leaned against the doorframe. You tried to ignore the way his muscles pressed against his brown jacket with his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe.

“Uh, somewhere,” you murmured as you returned your focus to packing. 

“Oh, so you have no plan,” he pushed off of the doorframe and walked towards where you stood. 

“I have a plan, you’re just not gonna like it,” you zipped the backpack up and pulled it up onto your shoulder. 

“You’re not goin’ on some wild goose chase,” he sighed. 

You pushed past him and headed back into the hallway. “I’m an adult, Beau. I can make my own decisions.” You were both silent as you passed agents and deputies along with two crime scene investigators. You took one last look around your home before you headed for the front door. 

As soon as you were off the last step of your front porch and away from any lingering ears, you heard his boots crunch behind you. “I can’t let you do this.” He said, the frustration clear in his voice. 

“You’re gonna have to arrest me, then,” you mumbled over your shoulder as you pulled your truck keys out of your denim jacket pocket.

“Aw man, do you know how much paperwork that is?” Beau grumbled. He sighed as you tossed your backpack into the truck. “Alright, alright. Get in my truck.” 

You eyed him suspiciously. “The last time I got in your truck, Beau, you did exactly what I told you not to do.”

“If I remember correctly, you said Jackson wouldn’t show up here and he most certainly did,” he bit back. He rolled his eyes when he noticed your firm stance—you weren’t willing to budge. “Listen, I’m gonna take you back to my trailer and we’re gonna come up with a plan.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, frustrated with his so-called ‘plan’. 

“Please,” it was a word you hadn’t heard often, and you felt a little bad about all the trouble Beau had gone through to get you to this point. “I’ve broken pretty much every order I’ve been given, darlin’. I’m willing to break a couple more but we gotta get settled and really think through our next steps. And something tells me you don’t have anywhere to go in this town, either.” 

Oh, so he’s handsome and smart, you thought to yourself. “Fine,” the word left your mouth with a huff. “But you promise me we’ll go look for her?”

“I promise,” he looked directly into your eyes as he said it. Your mind flashed back and you remembered how he had avoided eye contact when he couldn’t be honest with you about taking you home instead of allowing you to join the search party. So you decided to trust him. 

You pulled your backpack out of your truck and closed the door. “If you’re lying to me, Beau Arlen, I swear to God…”

“Oh, trust me, darlin’,” he chuckled. “Won’t make that mistake twice.” He walked the few short feet with you to his truck and pulled the passenger door open for you. You raised your brows at him, adding the fact that he was a gentleman, too, to your repertoire. 

After you climbed in, he closed the door. 

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The drive to Beau’s trailer was mostly silent. As he pulled up the dirt drive, you took in your surroundings. This wasn’t really where you expected the Sheriff of the town to live; it was hardly a trailer—it looked more like a tin can, but it was quaint. The mountains behind were illuminated by the moonlight. Even in the darkness, you felt peace. 

“You live here?” You asked as he shifted the car into park. 

“Yes ma’am,” he sighed as he opened his door and you followed suit. “It’s not much, but then again, I don’t need much.” He smiled. In the glow of the moon, you saw his dimple again. 

“It’s quiet out here,” you chimed as you pulled your backpack from the floorboard and closed the car door behind you. You allowed him to lead the way as he walked to the steps that led to the trailer door. 

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Creepy Tenko part 5

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A warm breeze hit you as the door to the Mexican-style café swung open, bringing with it an aroma of steaming plates and exotic spices. You smiled. You’ve always liked this place, so it’s all luck that your new friend would meet you here. Maybe Tenko will like it too! …When he decides to join you of course.

You didn’t mind leaving him in the car as he recuperated, him saying he’ll join you in just a sec, but you couldn’t help the doubt clouding your mind based on his tired appearance. You swear to god if he falls asleep in your car you’re actually gonna kill him.

“Hey! Over here!” A girl called, her wavy (obviously fake) blond hair bouncing with her enthusiastic motions. She was waving her arms around above her head like she was trying to get the attention of someone from space.

You walked over there, a few of her friends loudly guffawing at stupid internet memes. You swear to god even from that distance you could tell they were resembling a middle school cafeteria table.

None the less, you sat down, your comfy seat squishing under you as you lost yourself in the cafes natural atmosphere for just a moment. A moment that was interrupted by said girl tapping her nails on the counter obnoxiously, lips puckered as she pouted at you.

“Oh my gooood! What took you so long? We were like waiting for you for like forever!”

You chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah sorry, heh, I uh… got caught up. I actually-I hope you don’t mind brut I met this really cute guy and I invited him.”

Her expression dropped immediately. “Oh my god! Who is it? Is he hot?”

“He’s way hot. You actually might know him, he’s really cute but really shy and he loves Super Hero Advent-“

“Yeah yeah yeah” she interrupted, “but when do we get to meet him? I want him to be here when we talk about how you stood up t-“

“Oh there he is! Hey! We’re over here!” You called to your seemingly clueless new friend, his hood pulled over his head making him difficult to identify at first. But you’d recognize those ruby red eyes anywhere.

The moment everyone saw him, the men’s balls simultaneously disappeared and the woman’s smile dropped immediately. Dear god pleas me don’t let him be the guy you were talking about. There’s no way, right?

He formed a small smile when he saw you, making his way over to the table without taking his eyes off yours, and consequentially bumping into a few chairs and tables. He arrived, standing in front of you with his face still flushed from… actually you don’t think you’ve ever seen his face not flushed. Or, at least, not when he wasn’t looking at you. Cutie.

You got up, allowing him entrance to the booth and he sat down immediately, again not looking at where he was aiming and accidentally squishing his leg against the blonde next to him.

He mumbled a quick apology, again still looking at you, while you sat back down.

“Have you guys met Tenko before?”

All their faces were ghost pale. Any and all chatter between them stopped, replaced by rushed whispers and fleeting glances.

You looked behind yourself, then behind Tenko. “What?”

“N-nothing…” she gasped out, stuttering while looking at Tenko like he was holding her at gun point.

He scoffed, his face losing a little bit of its color as he was reminded of the situation he was in. He scoffed, pulling the hood further over his face, scratching his neck and picking up a menu.

The table was dead quiet apart from his scratching, the air so tense you could cut it with a knife. You sighed, looks like you’ll have to get the conversation going.

“So… what’re your guys thinking of getting?”

“A restraining order” one of them whispered.

“What?”

“Oh, uh… a hamburger…”

You snarked. “Uh, you do realize this is a Mexican place?”

The guy blinked in shock. “Oh, yeah, right.”

You rolled your eyes, smirking, returning to the menu in contemplation. “Hmm, yeah, I think I’ll have the chicken quesadilla. What’re you getting Ten?”

Ten? Did this girl seriously just call Shimura ‘Ten’? Did she have a death wish? What was happening?! God what the hells wrong with her?

Tenkos attention was brought back to you, the small smile returning to his face as he rested his chin on his hand. God you were beautiful. He can’t believe he just wasted precious viewing time over some stupid social anxiety. Those npcs can go fuck themselves, all eyes are on you.

He hummed, mimicking yours and stopped his scratching. His posture relaxed, a sight that made you feel more at ease as some of the crushing pressure was lifted.

“Yeah I don’t know. I’ve heard their shrimp enchiladas pretty good. Maybe we could share it? Something tells me you’ll be, uh, eating light.”

He gave you a knowing look, prompting you to smirk and jokingly slap his shoulder. The blonde girl flinched when you told him to shut up, backing away even more so from Tenko as if he was about to explode.

But instead he just laughed, a big, hearty laugh that broadened his horrific smile and made everyone at the table shiver. They’ve never seen him smile like that. What in the ever loving fuck was going on.

One of the guys cleared his throat, the shock fading and letting him remember himself. Whatever, he’s not s-scared of this weird assh-hole. If he thinks he can ruin everyone’s good time he’s got another thing coming.

He broadened his shoulders, straightening his back and puffing out his chest, composing himself. Seeing this the rest follow, their fear turning into annoyance and spite.

It’s obvious you don’t know who this guy really is. I mean, why else would you hang out with him?! They just need to get him to leave, you’ll thank them later.

“So… y/n, how long have you two… uh… known each other?” The blonde asked cautiously, eyes trained on Tenko, watching for any subtle movements.

“We’ve just met actually, we’ve maybe known each other for, what, a few days? But I’d say we’re still pretty good friends!”

Tenko turned to them, beaming. “Yeah! We’re friends!”

He stopped, face falling slightly in contemplation, a small moment that made everyone tense.

“I guess that makes you guys my friends to-“

“NO!” One of them blurted, almost as surprised as you were at what came out of their mouths. “N-no, no I d-dont think we’re friends.” The shrunk back further into their chair, trying to escape his shocked expression.

You glared at them like they’d just kicked a puppy.

“O-oh, yeah… right, yeah sorry, I uh… I got carried away.” Tenko laughed, hardly genuine. Both hands raised to his neck, scraping the skin harshly while the corners of his mouth twitched.

The sight pained you, and you felt the urge to embrace him in a big hug until he felt better. Instead, you rested your hand on his leg, causing his scratching to slow down as he was reminded of your presence. You smiled, helping him calm down as said hand raised to take his away from his neck.

But before you could the blonde took her drink and splashed it on him. He flinched, the ice falling down into his pants and causing him to yelp and scramble out of the booth.

“Whoops! Sorry, uh, there’s a bathroom over there. Better dry that off before it stains.”

Now, normally, Tenko wouldn’t give any shits about stains. But… this was his favorite hoodie. So he nodded, briskly walking to the bathroom as you stared in shock.

All of you waited until the door slammed shut and the lock clicked.

“What the hells the matter with you?!” You whisper yelled, fired up and ready to throw some hands if they don’t apologize.

“What’s the matter with me? What’s the matter with you? What the hell are you doing with fucking Shimura?”

You scoffed. “Relax, we’re just friends! God! What is he your ex or something?!”

She laughed mockingly, as if the very question was an insult.

“No he’s not my ex thank god! Do I look dead to you?”

“What?” The fuck did she mean by that?

“Listen. You have to get out of here. He’s dangerous. Cut off all contact with him and I’ll consider forgiving you for bringing that ‘thing’ to lunch. What, do you have a death wish? I-“

You interrupted her with your own mocking laugh. Tenko? Dangerous? Is she joking?

“Yeah, ok, he’s soooo dangerous. Seriously have you even met the guy?”

“HAVE YOU?! DO YOU EVEN KNOW THAT HE-“

The door swung open and both of your mouths slammed shut. He sulked back to the table, his hoodie dry but not fully repaired. God, you hated how uncomfortable he looked.

Despite his previous seat, you instead offered yours, elbowing the blonde discreetly as you scooted down the booth. He took his seat silently, eyes facing the floor sadly.

You’d almost forgotten how uncomfortable they’d made him. It pissed you off, and you glared at them again. The blonde glared back, though you could see the way her eyes switched from you to Tenko nervously. You smirked.

“Hey Ten, earlier you were saying something about your new high score? How’d that happen?” You asked, his eyes lifting from his shoes to yours as he recalled the momentous occasion.

“O-oh, that, well… it’s not that big ‘a deal, you guys probably don’t wanna hear about it…” he mumbled, absentmindedly pushing around a dollop of salsa on his plate with a tortilla chip.

“Oh cmon, it’s a great story! I’d love to hear it again! I’m sure they’d love to hear it too! Wouldn’t you love to hear it?”

They said nothing.

“They’d love to hear it!”

Tenko took a sip of water, steeling his nerves, before he started mumbling the beginning of his tale. It took a bit, but with some encouraging nods and questions you were able to get him back to the way he was when you two were alone. Charming and enthusiastic, making sound effects and doing wild hand gestures as he lost himself in his own story.

You looked at him, hair bouncing, eyes bright without a care, a faint blush from excitement as he completely nerded out in-front of the bullies sitting with you, and you looked back at the girl in disbelief.

“Dangerous?” You mouthed sarcastically, looking at her like she said the dumbest thing ever. And she did, didn’t she? How could this little cinnamon roll hurt even a fly?

You could see she was starting to understand, they all were, that he wasn’t some serial killer and instead just a nerdy, special little guy. Finally, finally they relaxed, even going as far as to meekly ask small questions to which he happily answered.

By some miracle, the atmosphere changed, and soon everyone was engaging with him in his rants, laughing and smiling like they had forgotten all previous fears. Now you would never be able to tell that only just minutes ago were they cowering in fear over this goofball, finally letting go and seeing him for what he is, just a funny lil guy.

Tenko held back tears of happiness, so much positive attention overstimulating him in the best ways possible. He looked into their eyes and they looked back, this time without fear, and he had never thought of such a good feeling.

For once in his life, he felt accepted, and he never realized until then how much he yearned for this.

So of course something has to come along and ruin this happy moment. That something being, three masked men with guns rushing into the cafe.

“NOBODY MOVE! THIS IS A ROBBERY!!!”

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PICTURES WITH EDDIE HIM COVERING YOUR BOOBS WITH HIS HANDS WITH HIS RINGS OMG AHHAHAHAHAHWKSUWJDJAJSHJKAHDKAWJND I NEED A ONESHOT OF THIS

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A/N: oh my god & him totally leaving them in places he knows you’ll see just to get you flustered as f*ck 👹

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Bimbo!Reader

Summary: You show Eddie your new Polaroid camera, and he already has a few ideas. 1.4k words

Warnings: tibbies, boobies, bReasts, + hands on ‘em, being naked but nonpenetrative so it is technically smut, praise, taking nudes, hand kink, flustered and horny eddie, mention of drug use, mention of gun violence, everyone is over 18 here

Eddie had been royally pissed off a second ago. With the pounding on his door like goddamn thunder spiraling him right towards a raging headache. But then it swung open to your smiling face, your arms clasped behind your back, and he couldn’t bring himself to be annoyed anymore.

Not with the slight curve of your mouth and the soft squint of your eyes and your pink mini skirt peaking out beneath the hem of his leather jacket. Not with your cherry lipgloss laid on thick and the locket stuffed with his likeness jingling just above your cleavage reflecting the golden lamplight past his shoulder.

“Hey, bug, how’s my favorite conformist doing?” 

“She’s busy,” you say, suddenly pouty and sullen. But you can’t just wipe the remnants of that giddy look off your face or dim the stars in your eyes, so as bitter as you try to be, he knows you’re still beaming somewhere under there.

“Busy?”

“Snorting white in Milan with millionaire heartthrob: John, Jr.”

“How very metal of her,” he teases, dipping down and pressing a chaste kiss to your bottom lip. But you disappear past him into the depths of the hallway, and he finds you perched on his bed kicking your legs out in front of you.

A click, a whirr, and a blinding flash: he’s staggering backward, fluorescent yellow burned into his vision. He blinks the static away to see you wide-eyed down at a small, square picture edged with a thick white border.

“What the shit?”

Propping yourself up on your knees, you tuck a boxy, grey camera under your arm and offer him the little photo. On film, his big hands are outstretched and overexposed, his silver rings reduced to a couple black bands at the base of his fingers. The grainy lens caught him grimacing though his knuckles, lips pursed, eyes shut.

“When’d you get it?” Eddie nods to your sleek and shiny Polaroid camera that flicks back open when you slip your thumb across the back.

“It was sitting on the dash when daddy drove me home from the rink.”

“Well… I’m keeping this,” he says, mouth pressed in a line when you bounce up to glance at the blurry picture with a sweet giggle.

“I can take a better one for you,” you coo, but he grabs a fistful of the leather jacket draped over your shoulders, tugging you closer, and slipping it into the inner pocket.

“How ‘bout I take some of you, bug?”

“Me?

“Yeah, you,” he breathes, taking in a lungful of your sugary, jasmine-spritzed perfume that peppers your neck in sloppy kisses of springtime and pie-eating contests at greasy carnivals. You fill him with wistful nostalgia, prodding around in his heart and guts for the tenderest spots and prodding some more when you realize how supple they are between your teeth.

“Doing what?” you say with a shrug. And that look in his tired eyes is all-telling. It’s like he can see through your top, and doesn’t even bother with being subtle because you’re so perfect, the risk is nothing compared to the reward

“That’s rotten, Munson. Don’t be vulgar.”

“Why, ‘cause your daddy bought you that camera? What’s he gonna care that Hawkins’ resident freak is defiling his daughter on a Thursday night?”

“He’d also buy me a shotgun, if I asked.”

“Is that supposed to scare me, bug?”

“Big, too, ‘n I’d aim it right here”—your rounded, ballet-slipper-pink fingernail draws an ‘X’ over his sternum—“break your heart real easy.”

“Don’t need a shotgun for that,” he huffs, guiding your fist open against his waist, slotting his fingers beneath the weighty underbelly of your Polaroid camera, and pressing his plump lips to your brow to get you to transfer its weight to his palm.

He holds your chin between thumb and knuckle, even though you pout and fiddle with the chain hanging from his belt loops. He lifts the camera to eye-level, sputtering and snapping when he fingers for the bright red button, tapping it gently.

The flash rings in your ears, leaves behind a distorted blob of darkness when you look up. The camera spits out an onyx plain of undeveloped film before slowly flooding with splotches of bronzy green.

“Hello, Miss America,” he mumbles, wobbling the delicate picture back and forth in the air, and you shriek, wrapping both hands around his forearm.

“Fuck, Eddie!”

“Yes, ma’am—”

“No, the ink, baby, it’ll bubble,” you whine, pinching the picture and blowing softly along its face.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he says when you turn away from him. He rests his chin on your shoulder, pecking just below your diamond-studded ear with a sigh. “You still look incredible.”

And you do. Like a model, as always, he thinks, but you’d make fun of him for dreaming where you won’t. He always tells you to remember him when you’re strutting through Manhattan, being clobbered by psychos with expensive cameras.

The photo’s abandoned atop his amp and the kisses are slow and sweet with your jacket draped over the edge of the bed and your fingers in his hair and his lips lazy and wet against yours. You taste biting and bubbly like cheap champagne, royal and bold under his tongue.

He picks at the barbie-pink bandeau across your chest, and you arch into his touch when his fingertips brush your pert nipples through the stretchy fabric. He ducks his head against your collar, tonguing the smooth skin with a harsh breath. Two fingers hooked between your tits to drag the spandex down around your waist. His eyes are half-lidded when you draw your fingernails up his cheek.

“Get the camera,” you huff, his wild eyes peering down at you as his fingers scramble for the heavyweight thing leaving a shallow dent in his mattress. He aims it right at you, capturing your chest, up your neck, and the careful swoop of your baby soft cupid’s bow.

But you whine, “not of me!” and plant your palms over your face with a squeal. He’d scold you for it if he wasn’t completely taken with the likes of you. The photo slips onto the pillow next to your head, camera sitting beside your bicep while he licks his lips and leans slowly, mouth waiting with bated breath as it meets the tenderness of your bare breasts. One hand cups the other while he laps at your nipple with a soft groan rattling shockwaves through your chest like a battering and deadly riptide.

You weave your deft fingers into his messy hair and lift the camera above your head, fumbling your thumb against the button, and shuddering when he blinks up at you from between your breasts. His eyes go light for a second for the camera, flashing deep hazel rimmed with brown as he’s blinded. But it doesn’t matter with your skin lush and salty on his tongue.

He’s a little foggy when you sit up, but you nod to the wall his mattress is shoved up against, and he slumps towards it, gripping your hips until you wiggle into his lap.

With his heart beating on your back, you tilt your head to the side, and he slides the pad of his thumb just beneath your hairline where his name is tatted in sloppy black ink. He kisses it and hooks his fingers under your jaw to look you in the eye with a hungry grin. You lift the camera, and it clacks when he kisses you, full of tongue and saliva and gutterbrain when his grip goes slack, both hands down and cradling your ribs as they expand with air. With staggering and stuffy satisfaction. With life when his thumbs swipe beneath the curve of your breasts and he hums into your mouth.

You’re buzzing on high in his hands, and he can tell. Whether or not he’s touching you most of the time, it still makes you skittish and hot like this. Jumpy and tense and precious all under his roof and in his hands.

He brings them to cup your breasts, holding them against you because it makes you purr into his mouth. Heavy rings cold on your nipples, pinching with every flex of his antsy fingers. And it makes him harder against your lower back. Click, and the photo spits out against your calf, developing under your leg. And the camera is abandoned once his knees pin your thighs open wide.

The photos still litter his bedroom the next morning.

The boys creep up on him at his cluttered locker as he tucks the corner of a Polaroid picture beneath one of the heart-shaped magnets you bought for him. His ringed hands are clearly outlined, palms covering a pair of tits, hickey bruised against the girl’s jugular. Their eyes go wide, exchanging glances before Dustin shifts and clears his throat.

“What do you want,” Eddie barks, turning on his heel with a squinted glare

“Isn’t that the necklace you bought for—”

“Hi, Eddie,” you chirp, “hi, boys.”

Their sneakers shuffle back and forth on the squeaky linoleum while they narrowly avoid your eye contact and mumble nervous greetings. And you survey them slowly, with blind curiosity, at first. You blame it on their early-pubescent-nerves and brush it off. Then Eddie rocks forward with a grin, kissing the edge of your bubblegum pink mouth, giving way to a glimpse of the wide open door of his locker, newly decorated with a picture you recognize all too well with a rush of mortification.

Heart pounding, you glance back at the boys who have already scuttled halfway down the busy hall, whispering and giggling at each other. Eddie slips his arms around your waist with a content hum pressed to your warm temple.

“Good morning, bug.”

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You, Me, & Him

While looking for supplies, Y/N runs into a dark-haired stranger with a crossbow. 

Thanks to @minervadashwood for their help. 

Using her foot to open the door, Y/N kept her bow at the ready as she entered the abandoned building. It appeared to be empty, but she knew that one or more of the undead could be somewhere inside. Not wanting to be surprised by one, Y/N kicked the reception desk a few times to see if the noise brought any walking corpses out to her. While she hoped it was empty, she also knew that the undead could be good deterrents from people coming in, which meant that the clinic was mostly untouched, and they really needed the supplies that should still be inside. 

After a couple of minutes of quiet, Y/N deemed it safe to move deeper inside, past the desk, and towards the offices and exam rooms. The first office she found was in a similar state as the entrance, with papers and such thrown around, but nothing that she or Christopher could use. Before she could move to search the other rooms, a faint noise alerted her that they were not alone. Bow at the ready, Y/N moved as quickly and quietly as she could, not wanting to be trapped in the office with no other exit, to the door, and back out into the hall. This time finding a crossbow aimed at her, and a rough-looking man behind it. 

“I don’t want any trouble.” Y/N declared as her eyes looked him over. His tanned skin had the look of someone who spent a lot of time outside, his clothes looked worn but clean, and he had a large hunting knife and a gun on his belt. Facial hair covered his chin, and his hair was on the longish side, not reaching his shoulders but falling over a pair of blue eyes. Blue eyes that were focused on her. They didn’t look red or bloodshot but that didn’t mean he wasn’t here looking a hit or dangerous.  

“Me neither.” He replied gruffly. 

“The drug closet is usually in the nurses’ area.” She said with a jerk of her chin in that direction, so that she continued to hold her bow at the ready, the arrow pointed at him. 

“Ya think I’m lookin’ for drugs?” The man asked, his voice rising in both volume and irritation.  “What ya see a redneck with a crossbow and think I am some druggie?”

Before Y/N could reply, the sound of a small cry filled the room, obviously startled by the sound of raised voices. She could feel the material wrapped around her moving as its occupant shifted. Keeping her eyes on the man in front of her, she murmured some comforting words. 

It surprised Daryl when he saw a small dark head of hair pop out from the layers of clothing that the woman wore. The baby was older than Judith, but he couldn’t tell if it was a boy or a girl. The baby’s cries quieted quickly as the woman whispered something softly. He felt a bit like a dick for obviously scaring the kid, but how the hell was he supposed to know she had a kid? Deciding the woman wasn’t the threat he’d assumed she was Daryl lowered his bow and swung his pack around to reach inside. “Here.”

Y/N’s brows shot up in surprise when she saw the pack of baby food being offered. Not only was that not what she expected him to have in his bag, nor had she expected him to lower his weapon. Reaching out tentatively, she accepted it. “Thanks.”

“There’s more.” Daryl declared. It was true. He had planned on taking as much as he could carry now for little ass kicker then come back with the others to get the rest, but he would not let another child go hungry either. “Formula, diapers, and shit, all in the back.”

Y/N could see from his expression and slightly relaxed posture that he meant them no harm, instead offering the opposite. Trusting her gut that she was right, she released the tension on her bow and shouldered it. With her hands now free, she could reach for Christopher and soothe him further as she moved past the man toward the back where he said there were more supplies, maintaining a wide berth just in case. 

Feeling guilty about her earlier assumption, Y/N said, “I didn’t think you were a druggie because of the way you look. I just couldn’t think of another reason one guy would be in a women’s clinic.”

“I get it,” Daryl said with a nod to Christopher. “Ya gotta be careful.”

Y/N nodded once more before turning and moving away. It only took her a minute to find what looked like a supply closet, just off the break room. The stranger had been right, while not bursting at the seams, it was quite full. Diapers of various sizes, cans of formula, bottles, baby food, and so forth. It was a treasure trove for them. Seeing a nearby empty diaper bag, Y/N started loading it up, while keeping an ear out for any danger. Which is why when she looked up, she was surprised to see the man watching her from the doorway; she didn’t know a person could be so quiet. 

Worrying for a minute that she had fallen for a trap, Y/N reached for the knife at her waist, but the man put up his hands in surrender. “Hey hey, not goin’ hurt ya.”

“Then what do you want?” Y/N demanded. “If your pack is full, why did you follow us back here?”

“Wanted to ask ya somethin’.”

“Yeah? What?”

“Do ya have a safe place? To stay I mean,” He asked.

“Of course, we do,” Y/N replied, trying not to show that she was lying. “Our group is waiting for us back at our camp, and a bunch of us are out scouting for supplies. I came here for baby stuff but they’re waiting for us.”

The blue-eyed man looked at her for a minute, as he chewed on his lip. “No, they ain’t.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” Y/N asked.

“Not callin’ ya anythin’, but I know ya dun have anyone waitin’ for ya, and ya dun have a group.” He stated. “If ya did, ya wouldn’t be by yerself and ya wouldn’t have yer kid with ya. You’d have them safe away with them, not here.”

Internally cursing his observation skills, Y/N just shrugged. “Fine, you’re right. What of it?”

“I’m got a group, a big one, men, women, other kids. We’ve got food, a doctor, walls, and fences to keep the walkers out.”

“And babies?” Y/N asked, nodding towards his bag. If he was telling the truth, and he really had this camp, it would explain why he is hunting for baby supplies. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Thought ya and the little one might be lookin’ for a place.” He explained. Daryl didn’t like the idea of leaving the two of them out here alone and not without a safe place to stay.

“You offering?” Y/N asked.

“Maybe.” Daryl said before asking, “How many walkers ya killed?”

“Walkers? You mean the undead?” She asked, realizing it was the second time he had used that word. At his nod, she replied. “I don’t know, I haven’t kept count.”

“How many people have ya killed?”

“2.”

“Why?”

“Because they tried to hurt my son,” Y/N said firmly.

The man nodded, a look of respect in his eyes at her answer. “What’s ya name?”

“Y/N.”

“Daryl.” The man, Daryl, replied. “Do ya want to come with me? I promise nothin’ will happen to ya or yer boy from us.”

Y/N’s first instinct was to say no, thinking it was safer if it was just her and Christopher. It was tough, but they’d been doing okay on their own. But the lure of a safe place, where she might sleep for longer than a couple of hours, and not have to worry about what might come from the shadows to hurt Christopher, was too tempting. Hesitating for another minute, she nodded her head. “Yes. I think we do.” 

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Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester P11

Title: Have A Little Faith - Dean Winchester Part 11

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Relations: Dean Winchester X Reader

TW: SPOILERS S1E12

Part 10

We drove into town and found a motel. When Sam turned the car off I sat forward. "I'll get us a room if you get him to a doctor?" I asked and Sam nodded starting the engine again.

"What, I don't get a say in this?" Dean asked pretending to be offended. I laughed.

"No," I replied before leaning forward and kissing his cheek. I grabbed my bag from the boot before heading to the reception area. I thought as I walked. My brain started ticking away and something didn't seem right. If this guy is the real deal why isn't every hunter using him as their nurse? I couldn't stop thinking. I was so deep in thought that I got a fright when I almost walked into a wall not watching where I was going. I shook it away.

I walked into the reception area and asked for two double bedrooms, the woman at the desk accepted my payment and handed me the keys. I carried my bag to one of the rooms and let myself in. I instantly put my bag down and got my laptop out. I just couldn't shake the feeling that something shady was going on. I started doing as much research as I could, anything I could find. I seemed to be coming up with nothing. I sighed as I rubbed my eyes. Maybe I'm just overthinking it. My phone ringing beside me caught my attention I answered with a smile.

"Hey, baby. We're heading back to the motel now, what room are you in?" Dean asked through the phone instantly making me smile.

"I'm in room 18, what did the doctor say?" I asked getting up from the bed and walking away from the laptop sick of seeing the words taunting me on the screen.

"She said that my heart was perfectly healthy. It's a miracle," He performed making me laugh.

"Well, I'm really glad, I can't wait to see you," I smiled.

"I can't wait for that thing you promised, I might believe in the Lord," Dean joked in a seductive tone and my brain finally clicked.

"Wait, what did you say? Say it again," I quickly instructed as I rushed back to my laptop.

"I can't wait for that thing you promised," Dean answered slightly confused.

"No after that," I explained as I tapped away on my laptop.

"I might believe in the lord," Dean answered very confusedly.

"I have to go see you soon, kiss kiss," I said quickly before hanging up and dropping the phone on the bed before typing as quick as I could.

When sudden footsteps approached the motel door I rolled into action literally. I rolled off the bed and instantly grabbed my gun from my bag. I cocked it and aimed it at the door. The door swung open with force, I stiffened my trigger finger ready to shoot when I noticed it was Dean. I sighed with relief and stood up, Dean only just noticed me as I was peeking from the bottom of the bed. He looked worried, I was confused as he stormed over to me.

"Are you okay? What happened?" He asked quickly grabbing me and looking me over. I looked at him confused.

"What are you talking about?" I asked as Sam closed the motel door and started searching the room. "What is going on?" I asked grabbing their attention.

"You hung up, you sounded off," Dean explained but I laughed. He looked at me confused.

"I had an idea, I think something going on with the preacher," I explained going to my laptop to show the boys my research.

"See, I told you something is going on," Dean bragged to Sam as Dean approached me sitting behind me to look at the screen over my shoulder. He hugged me from behind slightly making me smile.

"Well, I thought the whole thing was odd, you know. If this guy is the real deal why wouldn't the evil in the world try and kill him or why haven't hunters claimed him as their nurse, that's when I remembered something weird he said," I explained looking between Sam and Dean to make sure they were listening. Sam took a seat on the back of the couch to face us. "The preacher said and I quote." "It is a lord who does the healing," I quoted and looked at the guys to see if they pieced it together as well but they were just looking at me confused. "Dean on the phone you said that you believed in 'THE' Lord, the bible referring only to one God. So, why did the preacher say 'A' Lord like it wasn't God? I did some research and found a Lord of healing, Jehovah Rapha," I explained turning the laptop to show them the search results I got. "God referred to himself as Jehovah Rapha multiple times in the bible, I was thinking that if a demon were posing as God they wouldn't be able to say or hear God's name. They might call themselves Jehovah Rapha," I explained and Sam looked confused.

"But why would a Demon be healing people?" Sam asked so I sighed.

"That's the part I get stuck on," I sighed looking at Dean for answers.

"Can I see the laptop?" Sam asked so I nodded and smiled. Sam started tapping away on the computer seeming to instantly zone out, I leant back into Dean so he wrapped his arms around me fully and kissed my head.

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Comatose (Jongho) pt. 1

Mafia!Choi Jongho x fem!Reader

>> Being the lover of mafia member Choi Jongho had it perks and downfalls, you were allowed to stay in a lavish mansion with 8 beautiful men, including your man, who stayed by your side when he wasn’t on the job. However, when one day you are on a date with said lover, a member of Ateez’s rival gang shoot’s you...what will happen next?<<

(This one shot includes violence, so warning and angst, and fluff. It’s a roller coaster, it’s a mafia one shot, there’s more I just don’t know what other warnings I should add)

(Monsta X make an appearance) 

(Monsta X used to be Ateez alliance but are now enemies) 

Yes, living in large mansions, fancy cars, having many butlers and maids, big chandeliers, grand staircases, red bottoms heels, fancy dresses and more was amazing, but nothing could top having Choi Jongho as your lover. 

Sure, he was busy a lot, but he still made time for you, always, no matter how late or early it was. He’d surprise you with gifts, despite you protesting, saying how much you don’t need it, you just need him. You only need him. 

He’d shrug it off, showing his cute ol’ gummy smile. You’d roll your eyes in response. Then it would repeat. 

-

Sneaking a glance at your sleeping brown-haired boyfriend, you smiled, remembering how you got to this point, how he saved you.

....

You had grown in a test facility, sold by parents for $100,000. You had grown along side other kids, but many had died due to the harsh environment and tests. Few had survived. Scars had littered your body, you had given up fighting the scientists, the workers, everyone and given in. You didn’t even know what they were testing. 

That was until one day, the alarms went off, the whole facility went red, gunfire rang throughout the entire building. You were in the middle of being subjected to another test. 

The door had been kicked open. The doctor who had been working on you pulled out a pistol and aimed it toward the door, “You can-” He was shot in the chest. 

As you stared at the door, a young man about your age with a automatic rifle stared at the dead body on the floor with his chest heaving, His face was covered with pure anger. His mouth opened to say something then he saw her, you. 

“Hey..” He walked over, “Are you okay?” He stepped over the bloody corpse, pulling out a knife, “You’ll be alright now.” As each strapped snapped off, he sat the girl up, careful of the new wounds the dead doctor had given her. 

At the entrance of the facility, a group of men with weapons had lined up tons of the tons of doctors in white coats, all tied up. 

A man with strike features, named Kim Hongjoong, leader of Ateez, the biggest Mafia; circled the disgusting mafia, “So, you betrayed us. You used the facility and items my father provided you to test on children and teenagers, even young adults?” He tsked. 

He placed the barrel of his gun to the lead doctors forehead, “Tell me exactly why I shouldn’t blow your brains out.” 

Just then, the youngest of Ateez comes out with the girl he discovered, who is just barely alive, she can barely keep her head up, her feet are dragging behind her. “Boss, Hongjoong, look at this, look at her, she’s barely alive, she looks like she’s been here for years.”

At those words Hongjoong snapped his head over to his youngest members voice. His eyebrows narrowed at the sight, “Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” He laughed, then looked at the doctor. 

“Looks like I don’t need a reason to not shoot you.” 

BAM

“Kill them all and free the kids and innocents.”

---

You were grateful for him for that day. He and his team had saved you.

(SWITCHING POV)

Sneaking one last glance at him, I swung my scarred-bare legs over the fancy mattress and sheets, careful not wake to wake him. He had such a busy week.

Dealing with drug deals, traveling to different sectors to different mafia bosses to make different deals that I have no idea what entailed. I didn’t want to know.

Making my to his jointed bathroom, I flicked on the light, rubbing my face to clear out the sleep. It was days like this that I wish I could sleep in. I just couldn’t fall asleep, I had fall into a routine since I was brought to that facility many years ago, I had yet to break the habit of waking up from the schedule.

After freshening up in the bathroom and changing into a fresh pair of clothes, I made my way downstairs to the big kitchen, where I could smell the maids and butlers already preparing breakfast. They never did mind me striking up conversation with them while they prepared for all nine people.

My favorite maid, Denice, had her back turned towards me, facing the stainless steel oven, "Hello Dee," I glanced at all of the other servants in the room, "smell's nice in here, guys. The boys will love it."

The older woman gave me a nod and grin, "Thank you dear, we love to please. You look lovely, what are you all dolled up for, is it for the young Mr Choi?"

A blush had spread across my face, "Maybe.."

I wasn't exactly dressed up to impress.

-

It was already around 12pm and Jongho had still not waken, but everyone else had, no one wanted to wake him. Only I was willing.

I sighed, staring at the clock, knowing how much he'd swat at me to go away or pull me in under the cover to join him.

I eyed the little pirate ship model on the piano as I made my way to the stairs. These boys and their pirate ships. They even owned a few real models, docked at their own private beach. It was a little weird for the biggest mafia to obsessed with pirate culture, but it was whatever.

I laughed just to then smile, it was kind of cute though, the times they'd act like pirates, have their little spar matches with fake swords. They'd run all over countertops and tables, earning scoldings from Seonghwa. Who'd say, "You're getting everything dirty!" It's hilarious.

Living with these eight men is amazing, it was a change, an amazing change from living in the facility practically my whole life.

I shook Jongho awake, “Hey, Haribo, come on, it’s noon, you missed breakfast.”

Jongho groaned in response, grabbing my wrists. I knew this would happen. I was yanked into his arms.

“But I don’t want to get up, why don’t we just stay in bed, I have the next couple of days off anyway.” He had muttered into my hair.

I pried his head away from mine, “No, Jongho, how about we just go out? Like for a date? We haven’t gone out together in a bit.”

I stared into his brown doe eyes, searching for any reaction, but all he did was sigh in content.

He always did this on his days off, he’d fight with me on getting up. It was ridiculous, the other men thought of it as a nuisance so they didn’t even bother and left it to me to get him up. It was weird to begin with for a mafia member to have a day off, but whatever.

He continued to lay there. “Fine, don’t get up, I’ll go out by myself.” I stood up and was about to leave the room.

I could hear his pout, “but..”

With my hand on the door handle, “Last chance, Haribo.”

With a thump he rolled off the bed in a pile of blankets. “Okay, okay, you win, we’ll go somewhere.”

Finally, it takes forever to get this man out of bed.

“I’ll be downstairs, please do not wear anything that shouts you’re in the biggest mafia around here.” I stared down at him, he was still on the floor.

When I reached the grand living room, I was met with the other 7 members, "Hey boys, he's up." I swiped a hand down my face and sat down in an open spot on the sofa, next to Wooyoung. I really shouldn't have, but I didn't have another option.

Wooyoung looked at me, had a smirk on his face and was ready to say something, "Woo, I swear to god, I will kick you in the balls, you know I am with Jongho."

He sunk into his spot while the other men laughed at his pathetic state.

I didn’t have time for this. Is Jongho even getting ready or did he go back to sleep?

I was about to just ask Hongjoong if I could have a ride somewhere when Jongho finally made his into the grand living room, “Oh, glad you could finally join us, Haribo.” I rolled my eyes, annoyed with him.

I could be nicer to him after all he’s done for me, but this habit of his has become too much, I love him I really do. He’s so sweet to everyone around us, well, unless it’s his rivals or people he doesn’t trust. However he is super shy.

I saw him glance at his fellow members, giving them a nod before heading over to me, “We can go now.”

Jongho was just so handsome and perfect in my eyes, despite the whole mafia thing, but I loved him nevertheless.

I took his hand in mine, “Then let’s go, love.”

-

We had taken one of less conspicuous vehicles, but he had at least one bodyguard vehicle following us, never too safe.

“How about this little cafe, Haribo?” I had pointed to a cute and small outdoor coffee shop, it had beautiful flowers in pots surrounding the outside of it.

It didn’t look busy at all, which was sad as it presented itself cutely and definitely deserved more business.

Jongho pulled into a spot along side the cafe, “Alright, I guess this our first date in a while.”

-

We were enjoying our meal and coffee when all of the sudden a black suv sped in front of the cafe. Three men jumped out, I saw Jongho’s bodyguard pull out his gun but it was too late, he was gunned down.

Bystanders were screaming and running, cars were speeding by to get away from the gunshots.

I grabbed Jongho’s arm but he shoved me behind him, I was scared to death for him, but I knew he always packed and wore a bulletproof vest.

“Y/N I need you to run and call the rest of Ateez! Tell them Monsta X is here.” He shouted over the returning gunfire between him and the other men.

I didn’t want to move but I nodded, grabbed my phone, texted Ateez ‘SOS @ Berry Cafe.’ and then took off.

I looked back at my lover but when I did, I was shot in my back, multiple times.

Of all the pain I’ve gone through..this had to be the worst.

“Y/N!”

I could hear my lovers shouts for me but my world is getting dark as I laid on the concrete, slowly bleeding out.

-

Ateez raced into the gunfire battle between Jongho and three members of Monsta X.

As they all piled out they could see how tired and mournful their youngest was.

Then they glanced over and saw his lover laying face down on the concrete in a pool of her own blood.

“Jongho, get out of here! Take her to the hospital!” Hongjoong shouted over the shots.

He nodded, running over to his mess of a lover, “Y/N! Please still be alive..” he pressed a finger to her throat. She still had a pulse but it was hardly there.

As he lifted her up into his arms, he raced back to his vehicle and placed her gently in the backseat.

-

“HELP! My girlfriend has been shot!” Jongho carried Y/N who was unconscious into the busy and loud hospital.

Multiple nurses ran over, one with a gurney, “Place her here, sir, we need to take her back!

His clothes were covered in her blood, usually he didn’t care for it, but when it was hers.. he was in despair.

When they carted her into the back, he collapsed to his knees, he was worn out from trying to protect her and failing to do so.

‘how could I be so stupid?’ He thought to himself.

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Matchmaker

part: 2 part 1

pairing: Javier Pena x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: slut shaming, jealousy, snitches, angst, mentions and use of weapons, blood, near death experience, hospitals, regret, fluff at the end :)

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summary Y/N and Javi go check out the abandoned building and run into some trouble

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The old warehouse that your team had raided the past month came into view. Javi drove along the dirt road and hummed to a tune on the radio.

The closest you were ever going to get to driving with a boyfriend and singing songs in the car. Right?

The car pulling up and the slams of the car doors should have been enough to run anyone out of that building. It was swept by security every night and made sure it was abandoned.

“What do you think your going to find in here?” Javier asked, pulling up the do not enter tape around the entrance. You shrugged. “I dunno. It just feels wrong.”

The empty building echoed from your heels. You and Javi walked around the first floor.

“This is just a big empty box of concrete,” he sighed, walking over to a pile of scrap wood and kicking it ever so slightly. The sound from that bounced off the walls, startling a few stray birds.

This sudden noise scared you. You turned around to reach for your gun and tripped on your heels. Javi saw this and reached out his arms, catching you in his embrace. You were breathing heavy as he held you in his arms.

“Just some birds, mi amor.” he chuckled, helping you re gain your balance.

Following him upstairs, you couldn’t get his strong grip on you off your mind.

Upstairs was more complicated. There were still abandoned work benches and offices that weren’t swept out in the demolition. Any homeless person or one of Escobar’s men could have snuck in easily and stayed here for a while. You were sure the guards didn’t check every single office, as there were too many.

You searched the various papers left on the benches and ground, nothing interesting stood out to you.

“Are you gonna help?” you asked Javi, bent down going through a stack of files about grain sale statistics in Spanish. “Shh,” Javi said, silencing your hands filing through papers. You hadn’t noticed how quiet he got and how far ahead of you he was.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, standing up into full view and shrugging your hands.

The door to one of the offices swung open. A man was talking very loudly into a phone in one hand, a gun in the other.

You turned to grab for your gun. He was standing mostly in your view, and saw you first. He mumbled something in Spanish and didn’t hesitate to aim at you. He shot his gun as you recognized what was happening. You moved fast enough for him to shoot your shoulder.

Javier panicked at how quickly the scene happened. Without a second thought, he aimed his gun at the man and shot him in the chest a few times.

“Y/N!” he yelled, rushing around the tables to find you. He found you flat on your back, eyes wide open in shock. “Shit, shit.” he whispered, falling to the ground and taking off his suit jacket to wrap around your shoulder.

“We’re going to need to walk, can you walk?” he asked. You stared up at him in unimaginable shock, unable to answer. “Y/N! Shit. Have you ever been shot before?” he asked, his right hand moving for his walkie talkie strapped to his belt. “A-28 we need medical at 748 Carerra 48,” he said urgently, repeating the message into the box until he got a dispatch response.

You were bleeding and you were bleeding a lot. Your breathes became choppy as Javier held you in his arms. He kept wondering if he shot an artery or not. “Stay with me, please.” he whimpered, moving your hair out of your face. He had accidentally wiped blood on your face. He looked at his hands, and then his shirt. All were deeply painted with crimson. “Please, no, please don’t do this.” he pleaded, holding your body close to his.

“Javi…” you whispered in his ear. “Everything is going to be okay.” he assured you. Shouting came from downstairs.

“Up here!” Javier yelled. Paramedics filed into the office space and spotted you two quickly. He helped them lift your body onto a stretcher. Your wide eyes stayed locked on him. “I-I have to go.” he said to you, holding your hand and following you down the stairs. “No,” you muttered, tightening your grip on him. The shallowness of your voice tore him apart.

The caution tape had been cut by the paramedics. When he reached outside, the majority of your squadron was out watching the scene unfold. The ambulance was small, big enough only to fit you and some paramedics. “No,” you begged, reaching your good arm towards him. “Don’t-” you sighed quietly, only enough for Javier to hear.

“Leave.” you finished. His last view of you was your longing eyes locked with his and his suit coat wrapped around your wound. The dark blue had become soaked with a purple/red. The back doors to the ambulance slammed shut. Javier was left in the dust from the now screeching vehicle making its way as carefully as it could down a dirt road.

Javier broke down on his knees. His bloodied hands cradled his face. He publicly cried for the first time since he was a child. The whole squad watched him break down in front of the scene.

“Javi,” Steve said, carefully approaching him and placing his hand on his shoulder. Javi shrugged off his hand. He returned to his feet, used his wrists to clear off any tears on his face, and rolled up his sleeves. Steve walked back to the police car with him.

The view of the man who had shot you came into place. He was being carried out by other paramedics. Javier recognized him as one of Escobar’s men. His heart sank.

Your feeling about this warehouse was right.

-

Steve stood with Javi on one side, Connie on the other. They watched you through the glass of your bedroom. Javier was leaning on the wall, resting his head against it. His eyes kept fluttering shut until he was reminded of his surroundings and was flung back into this horrible reality.

“Maybe you should get some sleep,” Connie suggested, tucking her clipboard under her arm. “Nah,” Javi said, opening his eyes once again to look at you. “I got her, you don’t have to worry.” she re assured Javi. “She’s the best in Colombia,” Steve said smugly, swinging an arm around his wife. He was happy to have a reason to spend time with his wife during work hours, but upset over the circumstances.

His eyes moved to the hospital couch next to your bed. Then back to you.

They removed the bullet successfully. It didn’t hit an artery, but a major vein going towards it. After a two hour long surgery, you came out with a wrapped shoulder extending down to your elbow, and a recovery note from the doctor. You were going to be fine. They put you in a medicated sleep for a while, just to let the shoulder get used to the placement and to heal before you were awake and moving around. You were expected to make a full recovery.

“It’s getting late, man.” Steve said, checking his watch. A little after nine. “You should go home.”

Javi scoffed at the suggestion. “Not until she’s awake.”

Steve sighed. “She’s going to be fine, you need to-”

“I can’t. I almost lost her. The thought of her dying and never coming back scares the absolute shit out of me.” he hissed at Steve. Steve’s eyes widened as he stepped back. “You good?” he asked. “No. I-I…”

“You like her, don’t you.”

Javi didn’t answer, instead just crossed his arms and looked at you. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. “I don’t think I could live without her,”

“Then do something about it!” Steve exclaimed, smiling. “She cares about you, man. She cares a lot about you. So do something, please. I’m begging you!” he laughed, his hand slapping Javier’s back.

“Have a good night, my friend.” he smiled, trailing off into the hallway.

He made his way quietly into your room. He slowly shut the door behind him. He took off his watch, his belt, his shoes, and removed his badge and gun holster from his waist and set them down at the table next to the couch.

He made his way over to you. His thumb brushed over your forehead as his hand caressed your cheek. The blood had returned to your face, you weren’t so deathly pale anymore. “Good night, mi amor.” he whispered, giving you the softest kiss on your forehead.

He unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt and pulled up his sleeves. He attempted to get comfortable on the hospital couch and shut his eyes.

-

Your eyes fluttered open just a bit before dawn. Putting the pieces together, you reached over to touch your wound. You seered at the touch, wiping your eyes instead and taking in your surroundings.

Hospital. You were well aware of what happened and remembered it so clearly. You thought you were going to die, die without holding Javier Peña at least once.

You blinked and turned your head to look at the sunrise. To your surprise, there he was. Javier Peña asleep on a couch. How long had he been there?

He looked exhausted. His hair was disheveled, his freshly new outfit was already wrinkled. You remembered how he took off his suit jacket and draped it over your arm. He was always such a gentleman, even when he didn’t try.

The beautiful Colombian sunrise began. The deep pinks, yellows, and oranges never failed. Your arm hurt horribly, but you weren’t concerned at that moment. Javi was there, everything was okay. Letting your mind wander, you lay waiting for him to wake up or a nurse to wander in.

-

“And everything is feeling alright?” the nurse asked. “Mhm, yes. Thank you,”

Javi shot up straight out of his slumber at the sound of your voice.

“Well good morning to you,” you chuckled, smiling at his sudden awakening. “Why didn’t you wake me?” he asked, checking his watch. Seven thirty.

“You looked so tired, I couldn’t.”

Javi got up and went to your side. He grasped your hand, and knelt down. “I’m so happy your okay,” he sighed, kissing your knuckles.

“You alright?” you asked, eyebrows raised with a suspicious tone. “Better than alright,” he smiled, looking down at your hands. He wanted to slap a ring on there as soon as he could.

Connie bursted through the door holding your breakfast tray.

“Ah, so you finally told her Javi. Congrats, the two of you.” she smiled, setting the food down in front of you. Swiftly turning to leave, Connie didn’t realize she spoiled his whole plan.

Javi had the look of defeat on his place, wishing this could have gone so much differently.

“What is she talking about?” you asked. Javi sighed. “I wish this could have been under better circumstances,” he sighed, getting up and rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.

“And?” you asked, nervous to what he was about to say.

He took a deep breathe.

“Seeing you on the brink of death scared the shit out of me Y/N. I thought I lost you.”

“What?”

“Steve told me something a few days ago in the break room-”

“Oh?” you asked, already knowing what Steve said. What a fucking snitch.

“And I really thought to myself. What am I looking for? I spent all my time with these other women, searching for something to fill the void. Nothing ever seemed good enough from them. It was never enough. But what Steve said made me think. Why was I seeing other women when the one I truly wanted was in front of me the whole time?”

Your jaw was dropped.

“I’m stupid, okay? I-I… watching you grab for me in the ambulance broke my heart. It made me realize things I never thought I wanted before.”

“And what’s that?” you asked, a smirk appearing on your lips.

“You.”

“Really?” you smiled.

“Yes!” he exclaimed, returning to his knees. “If you would have me…” “Of course I’ll have you,” “Please, Y/N L/N, be mine.”

He wrapped his arms around you, cautious of your wound. His cologne reeked off of him along with sweat, but you didn’t care. You felt his mustache tickle your shoulder.

“I won’t ever let this happen again. I won’t ever let you go.” he whispered in your ear.

“Like I’m ever going to let you leave,” you chuckled.

Who would have known Javier Peña’s street days would end with a single bullet.

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[shangchiswife]

din djarin- knight in shining beskar (part 1)

hi guys this is part 1 to my new series inspired by tangled! right now there won't be any smut until later parts and when there is I'll add a warning. hope you guys enjoy!

asiya

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summary: you were the princess of Corellia until a group of criminals infiltrated the kingdom and forced you to run away to Naboo where you have lived for sixteen years without going outside. din djarin is assigned the task of retrieving you as bounty for that group of criminals.

din djarin x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, death

word count: 3203

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You awoke with a jolt, a shiver running down your spine from the nightmare you just had.

Your face was slick with sweat and your chest heaved.

You switched on the lamp next to you and swung your feet off your bed, out of breath.

You started towards the giant window at the center of the room and swung the doors apart, allowing a breeze to enter the tower you were more or less trapped in.

….

At a young age, you had lived a very privileged and lavish life as a princess on the planet Corellia. You were very close with your family and had been given so much love from them.

That was before forces of bandits and pirates entered your home planet and started terrorizing innocents and vandalizing Corellian monuments.

One day, these attacks escalated further and the criminals infiltrated the castle. 

Your family had taken shelter in the palace’s heart: the throne room.

You remembered the way your mother had squeezed you close to her while your father held a gun to his heart, holding his wife's hand.  

Your father’s guards had their guns aimed at the large stone doors of the throne room.

The bandits banged on the door trying to urge it open.

Your heart pounded as the entrance started to nudge open.

Your mother pressed a long kiss to your forehead as you started to feel her wet tears slip down her cheeks, dripping onto your face.

The doors opened with a bang, the sound of gunshots filling the air.

Your mother turned your head away from the violence while she watched with horror as the King’s knights fell with brutal wounds.

You peeked through her fingers and watched as the crooks (who had caused problems for the entire kingdom) entered the throne room with an Abyssin with dark regal robes at the front, a smirk plastered on his green face.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” the Abyssin offered your father a wicked grin before turning to you and your mother.

“If you touch either of them I will shoot you, Astrin,” your father growled angrily as he aimed his gun at the cyclops, causing him to chuckle.

“Such powerful words coming from someone who is so outnumbered,” he approached closer and closer to you.

Your father’s face contorted with anger as he gripped the weapon in a manner that made his knuckles turn ghostly white.

“My, my, what a pretty woman you have,” he complimented your mother who turned her head away from the creature in disgust.

The Abyssin crouched down in front of the two of you and gripped your mother’s chin roughly, pulling her attention back to him.

“When I’m talking to you, you address me with respect,” Astrin growled, her eyes widening at his action.

“Get your hands off my wife, you dirty pirate!” your father screamed with rage as he cocked his gun.

The green man in front of you looked at his men as they started towards the Corellian King who aimed his weapon wildly at the approaching men.

You watched with fear as you shared a look with your father before he pulled the trigger,shooting all of the criminals around him.

The Abyssin’s men collapsed on the ground from your father’s powerful shots.

Your father had a fierce look that you’d rarely seen, a look that was only reserved for protecting his family.

With one quick motion, the Abyssin leader pulled out a revolver and shot your father straight in the head.

You watched in horror as he fell onto the floor almost immediately, blood pooling around his head.

Your mother let out a gut-wrenching scream before she stood up and charged toward the Abyssin who looked her up and down before shooting her.

Your lip trembled as you watched both of your parent’s bloodied bodies.

Your mother’s eyes, once filled with mirth and care, were now lifeless. Your father, who used to carry you over his shoulder to watch the fireworks and lanterns when there were festivals and would carry your mother as if she weighed nothing into the gardens, was now the weakest you’ve ever seen him.

Tears leaked from your horrified eyes as you couldn’t look away from your dead parents.

“And now, for the dear darling princess,” Astrin simpered as he bent down to your level.

“Poor little princess…her whole family is dead,” he said in an unforgiving tone as the men that surrounded him laughed.

You said nothing, lifting your eyes up to shoot him a nasty glare as hot tears streamed down your face.

He tutted as he locked eyes with you.

“Now, what are we going to do to you…hmm…you’re young so we’ll play a game you’ll surely enjoy. Hide and seek! You’ll have thirty minutes to run and hide and then we’ll seek you out and when we do, we’ll kill you,” the green cyclops had a sinister look on his face that made your heart pound hard in your chest.

“Now, run along, the time starts now unless you want to get killed,” he grinned.

You immediately stood up, holding the skirt of your gown, and ran. You ran as fast as you could out of the palace.

Tears blurred your vision as you replayed the moments of your parents dying in front of you in your mind.

You were frozen in place. You did nothing to stop them from getting killed.

You were only seven but you still could’ve done something.

Your heart pounded fast as you ran through the streets of Corellia. Past the once-green gardens that were now burnt to a crisp. Past the city market that was once bustling with bubbly customers but was now deserted. And finally past the once lit-up homes that were now dark.

What had these criminals done to your city? What had they done to your home?

Suddenly, you felt yourself being pulled into a home.

Your screams were muffled by a large callused hand.

You were flipped so that you were face-to-face with your captor.

He was a man around your father’s age and had dark curly locks on top of his head, a patchy beard, and steel gray eyes.

“Look,” he whispered as he pointed to a window where you saw a sea of bandits running on the streets.

Your heart sunk.

They had lied.

“Please don’t scream. I’m not going to kill you,” the man took his hand off of your mouth and stared at you as you continued to watch the men on the streets.

“He told me that he was going to wait thirty minutes and then chase me,” you whispered.

“It’s no surprise that they lied, they work with the Sith,” the man ran a hand through his hair frustratedly as your eyes widened.

“I thought the Sith were a myth?” you questioned.

“We told all of you children that it was just a fairytale so that you’d all get proper sleep but that clearly isn’t the case,” the man said as you regarded him with suspicion.

“Who even are you?”

“I’m a friend of your father’s,” he had noticed your wariness and watched as your shoulders relaxed.

“He’s never mentioned you before,” you said softly, looking at the floor.

“That’s the way it was meant to be. Your father knew that the Aero gang would infiltrate the palace one day and wanted a person outside to be able to help you all so I had to keep it a secret,”

You said nothing, kicking at the floor.

“Alright…well today you can stay here at the house but tomorrow I will be taking you someplace else where you’ll be living…your father has a tower in Naboo for you,” the man cleared his throat.

You remembered a year before when your family had stayed in that tower during a business trip for your father.

“How long will I be living there?” your voice was small.

“Until things become better on Corellia,” his answer was firm as you opened your mouth to say something, but couldn’t say anything.

How long was that truly going to be? 

Yes, you were young but you also weren’t stupid to how powerful the Aero gang was. You had sometimes heard your parents frantically discussing them in hushed whispers, fear written on their faces.

You must’ve had a scared look on your face because the man crouched down at your level.

“Your new living quarters are nice and if you ever need anything, I will always be there for you. I made a promise to your father and I intend to keep it,” his dark eyes bore into yours as you felt tears threatening to spill from your waterline.

“What is your name?” you gulped.

“Glenn,” he answered as you wrapped your hands around his neck.

“Thank you, Glenn,” your voice wavered as your grief of losing your family, home, and planet overcame you and a stream of tears raced down your cheeks.

The dark-haired man rubbed your back gently allowing you some comfort.

“It’ll be alright, princess, it’ll be alright, I promise,” 

….

Glenn had made that promise sixteen years ago and nothing had changed on your planet according to him and the local newspapers he gave you.

You had followed all of his strict rules of not leaving your tower, not making any noise, and not interacting with a single soul, despite Nabooians being some of the kindest people you had ever met.

Glenn had become a guardian for you and you loved him dearly for all the care and affection he showered you with, but you wanted to see the outside world and return to your home planet.

You dreamt of touching the green blades of grass, the feeling of the turquoise sea against your bare legs, and most of all talking to real people.

Despite your excitement, you were also filled with a sense of apprehension. You had never traveled alone before, and the thought of venturing into the unknown was both thrilling and scary, especially with the Aero gang still searching for you.

Regardless of your fear, you were ready to embrace the unknown of the new Corellia. You wanted to lead your people against the harsh gang. You longed for revenge against them after they ruined your childhood and killed your parents mercilessly in front of you. 

You especially wanted to see Astrin and murder him in cold blood.

At the thought of Astrin, you felt your hands clench into tight fists.

You pushed your thoughts of him aside and stared out the window, gazing at the sun that began to rise slowly over the horizon, casting a soft golden glow across the sky. The first rays of light illuminated the sky, painting it in shades of pink, orange, and red. As the sun continued to rise, the colors intensified, creating a breathtaking display of natural beauty. 

Birds from shades of red and blue chirped and sang as they flitted from tree to tree, welcoming the new day with joyful melodies. The air was fresh and cool, and a gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, carrying with it the sweet scent of blooming flowers.

As the sun rose higher in the sky, its warm rays began to spread across the land, bringing life and energy to everything it touched. The fields and meadows shimmered with dew, and the trees and plants stretched toward the light.

In the distance, you could hear the sound of waves crashing against the golden sands you used to run along as a child.

You let out a deep breath, inhaling the fresh scent before making your way back into the tower and starting your day.

….

Din Djarin had never been offered such a high amount of credits before in his lifetime. He didn’t know whether to be surprised or not, considering that he was taking a deal from the king of Corellia.

“So will you take the job?” the Abyssin in front of him asked, arching his eyebrow.

The green baby in his lap cooed at the cyclop’s words as he looked up at his father’s shiny helmet.

Din pat Grogu’s wrinkly head once before shaking the king’s hand.

“You have a deal,”

“Excellent, well then, Mandalorian, I hope you are as good as they say because if not, I’m afraid I will have to execute you,” King Astrin smirked as the man nodded in response without a sign of hesitation or fear.

Din always got his bounties. This was known to everyone he has ever worked for. He was always good at what he did.

“This princess of yours shouldn’t be too hard to find, your majesty,” Din stated, scooping Grogu in his arms and standing up.

The baby giggled at the action.

“Alright then, good luck,” the king said as the Mandalorian bowed his head and turned to exit the polished throne room.

“You’ll need it,”

….

You had just finished making your dinner which was a bowl of Hazelnut soup with a side of stale bread and sat at your tiny circular dinner table that was specifically designed for one person.

You ate in silence the way you always did.

Sometimes Glenn would join you but it was different now that he had a family.

They would never know about you and you would never meet them for their own safety.

You sighed as you took your empty bowl and went to the kitchen.

While you scrubbed your bowl in the sink, you looked outside at the big night sky that was littered with bright white stars. The night had always been a comfort to you even when you were younger. They had helped you through the loss of your parents who always used to show you them on particularly dark nights like these.

You hummed to yourself before you heard a loud crash, making your heart stop.

You frantically grabbed the knife that sat at the edge of the kitchen counter and held it up defensively.

“Maybe it’s just a bird,” you whispered, walking around your tower cautiously.

Suddenly your waist was grabbed and you were spun around.

You screamed as you used one of your legs to kick your captor in the stomach.

Your captor stumbled back as you turned to face them.

Your jaw dropped as you found yourself face to face with a Mandalorian.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my tower,” you pushed him against one of the walls of the tower and pressed your knife against his helmet.

“If you’re part of the Aero gang I swear to God I will-”

You were interrupted by the sound of cooing.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked down at the Mandalorian’s satchel where a tiny green head poked out.

The creature looked up and offered you a toothy grin which made you drop your weapon.

“I’m not,” the Mandalorian’s voice was deep which made you snap your gaze up and lock eyes with his helmet.

“Then who are you and how did you get inside?” you demanded, widening your eyes to make you look more intimidating.

The Mandalorian sighed.

“I’m a friend of Glenn’s, he sent me to get you and take you back to Corellia,” he lied, using the words that Astrin had told him to use.

You hadn’t interacted with anyone besides Glenn in years so you instantly believed every word he said.

“Really? It’s gotten better?” you cocked your head to the side.

“There’s been more resistance from the public…Glenn believes that if you go over there then you can overtake the Aeros,” the armored man cleared his throat.

You smiled at the thought of going back to your planet and saving the Corellian people whom you so desperately missed.

You wanted to go home. And you wanted to do it now. 

“Alright then, let’s do it,” you said, offering your hand out for the Beskar-covered man to take.

After a beat the Mandalorian shook your hand, a twinge of guilt filling his body as he watched you offer an innocent smile.

“Let’s go then,” you grinned as the Mandalorian tucked his squealing child back in his satchel and motioned for you to come behind him.

He walked over to your large window and stepped off it.

You hesitated for a moment as you watched the man in front of you swing his legs off the edge.

“C’mon we need to hurry,” he said, a prick of annoyance present in his voice.

“I-It’s just that I haven’t been outside in sixteen years,” you blurted out as you picked at your nail nervously, as you walked over to him and sat beside him at the edge of the tower.

Din didn’t know what to say quite frankly.

None of his bounties had ever been comfortable around him.

Heck, you’d barely even known him for ten minutes and you were already sitting next to him like you were friends and not bounty and bounty hunter.

“Well if you want to save your planet then there’s only one way to go,” he angled his helmet to you in acknowledgment as you nodded.

“You’re right,” you said.

The tiny green baby poked his head out and babbled as if they were words of encouragement.

You offered a gentle smile at the brown-eyed baby before taking a deep breath.

You didn’t say another word as you started climbing down your tower, holding onto the bricks as if your life depended on it which it did.

The Mandalorian followed shortly after.

The moment you reached the bottom your bare feet brushed against the grass making you gasp with delight as you curled your toes around it.

You giggled as you started to walk into the darkness enjoying the feeling of the green blades tickling your feet.

Din watched you with confusion before he turned on a flashlight illuminating your surroundings with a yellowish glow.

“Come on,” he urged as you nodded your head, snapping out of your blissful daze.

You continued walking until a large ship was in view.

“Woah nice ship,” you complimented as the Mandalorian said nothing, and pressed a code onto the side of the vessel allowing for an entrance to open for you.

You entered the ship and looked around.

It was spacious. More than enough room for the Mandalorian and his child.

You walked into the large cockpit and were shocked by the number of multicolored buttons and joysticks there.

“Don’t touch anything,” the Mandalorian said before he sat in the pilot’s chair.

“I wasn’t going to,” you muttered before taking a seat beside his in the co-pilot’s chair, spinning it once.

The baby crawled out of the man’s satchel and hit the floor with a loud bang.

“Ouch,” you winced as you bent down and helped the little fella up.

“You okay, kid?” the Mandalorian questioned the brown-eyed baby who looked up at the two of you and gave you a smile.

The man in the Beskar started pushing lots of buttons, urging the ship into the night sky.

“Alright let’s go get those sons of bitches,” 

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[xyuna0]

Loyalty

Your relationship with hyunjin had ended years ago. You ended up caught up in a little bit of trouble with the government from a deal you had made with hyunjin those years ago. The only way to not end up in prison is to pin the blame onto him by breaking into the stray kids headquarters. But somehow your lives were never truly separated you come to find out.

Oneshot

Hyunjin x afab reader

Crime au, elements of GTA V au

1.4k ish words

Warnings below the cut ♡

Warnings - mentions of guns, threats, pet names baby, sweetheart, one use of bitch, minor violence, oral (m recieving), Piv, unprotected sex. I thinks that's all lemme know if I missed anything.

"Agent Jung, I've got you covered in the corridor, if you continue down into this hallway and make a left his office should be around that corner." Officer Lee said through my earpiece watching me from the cctv in the surveillance van. That meant Agent Kim was in position with her sniper, on the roof of the building I could see in the windows. I walked down the hallway holding my rifle low but still on alert to aim and fire at any member of the Stray Kids gang that could potentially be lurking around the corner. It felt like yesterday where I was running down that corridor in excitement to see him, now I only prayed that when I saw that big red door he wouldn't be behind it.

As I took a left I saw it, in all its glory. That big red door with the nameplate hwang hyunjin in gold on the front of it. I walked up to it careful to avoid the floorboard that creaked to the left of the entrance. I knew this place too well. I hurried towards the door ready to open it swiftly with my rifle and at any occupants. Knowing hwang, changbin and chan could easily be in there as well, and they would not hesitate to knock me out when I entered. But that was a risk a had ro take.

As I turned the brass doorknob my hands started to sweat in fear and I hastily swung it open. No one was there. My heart rate lowered in relief as I entered the office and closed the door quietly. The Intel had been correct, hwang was at a meeting. That meant he could be back any minute so I had to be quick. I rifled through the drawers pushing asides pills, bullets and firearms trying to find the document. The document that would hopefully clear my name from the FIB, for now. As I got onto the last drawer the shine of a grey filing cabinet in the corner caught my eye. Clearly a new addition to the office I took out my hairpin and picked the lock, opening it up. It was filled with evidence of all these different crimes he had committed, but I was only after one thing. The invoice that had been sent from Okano Shichiro.

I quickly photographed the piece of paper as a safe measure and sent it to my FIB contact, and then folded the original and put it in my pocket. I almost started to put the room back to how it was before, but no, I want him to KNOW I was there. So with that I snuck back out into the corridor and down the stairwell, the elevator was too risky. As I escaped back down to the street using the fire escape I couldn't help but feel uneasy, it should never be this quiet in that building. I brushed off the nervousness as I called officer Lee to meet back at the safehouse to hand over the document. She was wary at first saying that she should stay with me, to make sure I didn't run off, but I assured her that even if I ran I wouldn't get far without Hwang or the FIB finding me. So with that I hopped onto my motorcycle and headed to the safe house.

When I pulled up I saw Officer Lee's car there and opened door to be greeted with the blinds shut.

"Officer Lee?" No response.

"Officer Lee are you there?" Nothing.

"Chaeryeong?" I said feeling my stomach drop in fear.

In a split second my neck was being put in a chokehold and the metal of the gun ached into my temples.

" Hi sweetheart, did you miss me?"

Hwang. He had found me, I wanted to play a bit of cat and mouse with him but this was too short winded he had caught me before I had even started running.

" What your not going to give me the decency of replying." He said through gritted teeth right above my ear.

" I didn't think you needed an answer, you know what your like with rhetorical questions." I said struggling to break free from his grasp. His grip tightened and he pressed the gun harder into my temple.

" I wouldn't be so rude, your not the one holding the gun here baby."

" Yeah for once, you just want to one up me from our last encounter."

" Oh wow, I thought working with the FIB would have worked that attitude out of you. I guess not. Hmm?"

"How?!?!.... did yo-"

" You really thought I hadn't been watching you all these years, sweetheart I know everything about you to the last minute detail, from what you ate for breakfast to who you last fucked. Oh and you want to know something crazy, that guy was a real screamer, constantly crying about his family and how he didn't want to die."

" You killed him???"

" Of course I did, no one touches you."

"I'm not yours Hwang."

"So cold to me baby, but it's okay your the FIB's property now, just their little traitor bitch. Right?" He said clearly angry with my recent life choices.

" I had to Hwang, I had no choice they were going to put me away for nearly 40 years over that jewellery heist we did."

" i wouldn't have let that happen, you could have atleast not thrown me under the bus and stop calling me hwang you owe me that."

" I owe you nothing."

" Oh yeah." He said as he released me from his grip and threw me on the sofa. He then caged me in with his arms and legs, hovering over me.

" you really think I haven't being protecting you from the sidelines all these years."

" I didn't ask you to."

" no but you clearly needed me to because i didn't protect you from the FIB, and look where that got you."

" I'm sorry okay I didn't want to. I thought it was my only option."

" Well it wasn’t so now you need to repent." Oh no, repent could only mean one thing. When we were together he would go on about how I had to repent for my sins for him. That could only mean one thing.

I couldn't tell whether it was his dominating glare or his strong arms that were currently caging me into the sofa but I gave in. I sat up and so did hyunjin, I then started to kneel down so I was in front of him.

" wow I didn't think getting you back on your knees for me would be so easy " he said stroking my head while directing my left hand in his to unbuckle his belt. He then unzipped his trousers and said.

" aren't you the one who's meant to be doing the work here." I then started to palm his bulge that I could feel before when he was pushing me into the sofa. He moaned at the touch as I slowly worked my hand up his pelvic bone to dip into his boxers. I grasped his length and let his cock spring free. I started stroking it as Hyunjin rested his hand on my head.

" stop teasing me baby, you know I want it in your mouth." He said as he grabbed his dick and started to tease the head of his cock on my lips. I opened my mouth and started to suck him off. I moaned at the feeling of having him in my mouth again as he threw his head back in pleasure. He started to fuck my mouth at a slow pace moaning louder and louder with each soft thrust. I could feel his cock throbbing indicating he was getting close. I want him, all of him. So I started to suck harder feeling him tense up in pleasure.

" Ahhh fuck baby stop I'm about to cum." I looked up at him with sad eyes but he just caressed my face and slid his dick out of my mouth.

" I want to fuck you baby, so badly I need you now." I smiled at the request as I laid down on the sofa as he hovered over me once again. He directed his leaking cock to my wet pussy, he teased my clit smirking at how I squirmed from the sensation.

" I need you now." I said pulling him in for a kiss. It was the first time I had kissed him in years. He hadn't changed one bit, I could feel him smile from the same thought. The kiss lasted a long time as we both got lost in the moment, I was suddenly brought back to reality as his cock slowly entered me making me moan from the stretch.

" ahhh fuck, clearly that dude had not been fucking you enough, your too tight." He said in gasps from the overwhelming pleasure that he was feeling.

" mmmm no one fucks me as good as you hyunnie." I said looking at him as I fell in love with him again. He started with slow shallow thrusts, I expected him to go faster like he use to but he kept going slower and deeper.

"Hmmm faster baby." I cried wanting to feel him rougher.

" no baby, I need to feel you as much as i possibly can because ive gone a long time without feeling you and I'm going to take my time." He said kissing me as i whined from the painfully slow thrusts. He kept going but soon got lost in the pleasure going quicker trying to chase his high. I started moaning faster as he picked up the pace feeling my high approach as well.

" hyunnie I'm about to come."

" me too baby, me too, come with me."

He said as we both hit our orgasms moaning in ecstasy. He collapsed onto me wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.

"Mmmm I missed you."

"I missed you too." He said muffled as he started marking my neck.

" Hey, people will see those there." I said but staying still not trying to push his head away from my neck.

" exactly I'm claiming what's always been mine. The FIB needs to know that you will always be loyal to me. Always."

Authors Note - hi, I'm sorry if this is god awful I've never really written anything but if you did enjoy or have feedback let me know. I also don't really understand how tumblr works so if you have any suggestions hmu. mwah ☆

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[madhatterbri]

The Night We Met | Hangman A.P.

Summary: So I absolutely am loving your Hangman Wild West works, do you think we could maybe get a look back at how they met?

Requested by @theworldofotps

@99hook , @midwestmade29

Authors Note: There will may be historical inaccuracies in this.

The moon hung high in the night sky as Matt Jackson rode into the quiet Wild West town. His eyes half closed, head bent as he listened to the grumbling in the cart behind him. He couldn't blame them. They were battered, bloodied, and bruised.

They were ambushed that night by Swerve Strickland. Any noise they heard now garnered their full attention. No noise was insignificant to them. A call from a crow or a bark from a dog caused them to draw their pistols instantly. They couldn't afford to defend another attack. Not with their leader out for the count.

They tried to remain optimistic, yet one question weighed heavy on their minds.

Were they going to make it?

"We are here," Matt Jackson informed the two other conscious men. His brother, Nick, wasn't bothered by the location. He had been there plenty of times, even as a child. Their friend, Kenny, looked on in disgust and horror.

"You took us to a saloon for a drink? Have you forgotten the severity of our current situation?" Kenny asked in a huff while motioning with his head at the unconscious Hangman. Matt stared at Adam, remembering briefly what brought them to his childhood town.

Hangman Adam Page took the worst of the assault that night. Swerve Strickland let him know who he thought was the King of the Wild West. While defending his men, Adam had taken several beatings before a shot to the shoulder caused him to fall to the ground.

The Hangman gripped his shoulder as he writhed in pain. Swerve stood over him. His pistol aimed at his head. Nana yelled at his boss to finish the job. The pistol weilding man was about to finish before Adam's friends jumped in to save him. They immediately took off after that.

"The owner of this saloon owes me a favor," Matt Jackson responded, unbothered by his friend's reaction. Kenny was known to be fiercely protective of Hangman. Sometimes Matt wondered if he was a little too protective. "She was a civil war nurse. Just stay here. I'm going to see if she can take us in for the night,"

Empty bar glasses littered the grounds and round wooden tables in the saloon. Playing cards scattered on the floor from spirited men who weren't happy they lost. Alcohol slid down from the walls and puddled on the floor from several fights that night. You stood behind the bar in awe, still not believing you were home after the war.

Boots sounded against the wooden porch of your saloon. You weren't shy around potential robbers. Most of the time, they needed reminder on why they shouldn't mess with you. You reached down to grab your pistol.

The man stopped in front of the swinging doors. You held your breath and aimed your pistol. The doors swung open. Your gun was aimed at the man, yet you lowered the weapon upon seeing a dear, old friend.

"Now, is that any way to greet your favorite customer?" Matt asked with a toothy grin. You sighed in relief upon seeing him.

"You must be confused. Nick is my favorite," you smiled and placed the pistol back in its appropriate place.

"You wound me," he gasped and placed a hand over his heart. Matt walked inside the saloon and sat in the stool in front of you. He placed his hat down on the bar. The dimly lit lanterns showed you his appearance. You gasped in horror. "I need a favor,"

"Why are you covered in blood?" You asked. You grabbed his wrists to see the blood stains on his hands and long-sleeved shirt.

"Don't worry. It's not all mine," he answered and shooed your hands away from him.

"Nick?" You gasped and placed your hand over your mouth. Your eyes widened, thinking one of your childhood friends was lost that night. "Oh, Matt, I'm so sorry,"

"No, woman, listen to me," he snapped. The crack of thunder in the distance made it sound like a command from the heavens. You pursed your lips and waited for him to continue. "Nick and I are fine, but my friends and I need a place to stay for a few days,"

"How many are there?"

The swinging doors opened again. Matt turned from his stool to make sure the new visitors weren't a threat. Nick Jackson and a man you hadn't seen before walked in. The stranger carried a man on his shoulders.

"Evening, Y/N. I like what you've done with the place. Your dad would be so proud," Nick greeted warmly. You smiled at him.

"That's why he's my favorite customer," you pointed out to Matt.

"Y/N, this is Kenny and, well, that's the Hangman," Matt greeted.

"What happened to him?" You asked watching the Hangman closely.

"Swerve Strickland happened to him. Coward jumped us. We will be ready next time," Kenny vowed and balled up his fist.

"Nick, show Kenny where my room is. It's my dad's old room. That's where I keep my medical supplies. Matt, stay here just in case of any visitors," she ordered.

Kenny and Nick grabbed a key from the wall and took Adam as instructed. You grabbed a bottle of whiskey off the shelf and walked towards the stairs. Matt called out your name. You looked down at him from the second floor.

"Thank you, Y/N," Matt spoke. "I don't know how I could ever repay you for this. We won't be a burden I promise,"

"You took care of my father's saloon while I was gone and gave it back to me. We are even," you bowed your head. "You are allowed any drink from the bar. If you get tired, you may have any unoccupied room,"

Matt nodded and walked behind the bar to pour himself a drink. You walked into your room. As expected, the Hangman lay in your bed. His shirt was removed to allow you to see the severity of his wounds.

Blood stained his blonde locks and poured down his face. The crimson liquid poured down his shoulder. The stains on your pillow allowed you to think the bullet came out clean. At least you wouldn't have to go digging to remove the ammo. His toned chest and stomach were covered in bruises.

You poured the whiskey into a bowl on the nightstand next to your bed. This was a new practice you learned since coming back home. Wash your hands and a patient's wounds with the whiskey to stop infection.

You sat on the side of the bed and washed your hands in the bowl. The guaze was next, so you could clean him to the best of your ability. With guaze in hand, you started to clean his bullet hole wound. More blood poured out of the hole. You applied pressure to stop it from bleeding.

His closed eyes twitched the moment he felt something rub against his skin. You figured it was the pain from the alcohol against his wound. Despite reducing the risk of infection, men did not like the sting from alcohol. A silent prayer was whispered that he would remain unconscious. The prayers fell on deaf ears.

He opened his eyes and grabbed your wrist. You nearly fell off the side of the bed. His grasp was firm on your wrist. His head raised from the pillow. Blue eyes stared into yours.

"Who are you?" He asked frantically while panting. He noticed the blood on the guaze. "Where am I?"

"My name is Y/N. Matt and Nick brought you to my saloon," you answered. He still appeared panicked. He wondered if his friends ditched him somewhere since he was now a liability. "You are safe here. You can stay for as long as you need,"

He rested his head back down on the pillow. His grip left your wrist. You rubbed your wrist gently to soothe the ache. He nodded towards his shoulder. Despite the pain you inflicted on him, he trusted you. Matt brought you up to him several times during their travels.

His eyes never left you. Hangman watched as you took careful care of him. He figured you heard all about his crimes. You should be taking care of noble people, but here you were helping a group of wanted criminals.

"I need to clean the other side. Can you sit up?" You asked. He used his noninjured shoulder to attempt to sit up. You helped him by propping him up on more pillows. You cleaned behind his shoulder and started to wrap the wound.

He made small talk with you while you wrapped his wound. Adam learned how you met the Young Bucks and how you became a nurse. He grimaced several times while you cleaned his face. Your soft fingers were so delicate on his wound compared to his rough hands. A couple of times, you caught him staring at you. You would blush and look away from him.

"All done. I am going to check on your shoulder in the morning. Try to get some sleep. You must be tired. You are safe here," you promised and stood up from the side of the bed.

You started to pick up all the bloody guaze and dumped them in the bowl of whiskey. In the morning, you would clean the sheets and the blood on the floor. You turned to look at him to ask him what he wanted to eat for breakfast. He was caught staring at you once more.

"Why are you staring at me?" You asked. Your cheeks burned and you looked away once more.

"Forgive me. I still figured I died and somehow went to Heaven," he answered. "I wanted to remember seeing an angel before they notice I'm here and send me down to the devil where I belong,"

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