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yesimwriting · 1 year

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Hi, I'm kind of picky of FF in general, smut especially, but your "Pulling away" is just beyond perfect. Do you maybe have time and the enthusiasm to write something like that again? Not sure what other characters you'd write for (out of your master list) but another Joel would be great anyway. Thank you for your work!

A/n ahh thank you!! the feedback i've gotten on "Pulling Away" has been unbelievable,, and i very rarely usually write smut without being prompted to lol, i feel like it's too obvious that i'm a virgin who has had very few sexual experiences, even less if you don't count the ones i didn't fully consent to,, but that's neither here nor there, i'm doing better now i promise :)

also ik my masterlist is super limited compared to who i actually write for lol,, updating it is my absolute enemy but i'm working on it 😭

also the build up in this fic is criminal!! that's my bad!

Summary: You, Ellie, and Joel have recently decided to permanently settle in Jackson. The promise of stability seems to lead to boundaries adjusting during a sleepless night after Joel appears in your bedroom.

smut warning, 18 plus !!

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It's existed in him as undeniably and permanently as the lines etched into the slightly calloused skin of the back of his palm. Control is something that Joel Miller knows, something he clings to the same way he keeps a gun in his hand when he needs to.

Control is what keeps him from reacting when your arm moves too carelessly and your elbow manages to push against his ribs. The side that you know is more yellow-purple than the soft tan it should be. If you weren't lying next to him, you would have assumed that the shift of your arm had no affect on him. But you're pressed closer to him than you've ever been, so you can feel the shift despite his intentions. It's subtle. A pinch in his breathing and a brief wave of tension in his spine.

"Sorry," your blurt out is instinctual, and you're not sure if it might be making things worse. You've never been this close to him and it burns so much you can practically feel it melting the thin ice holding the two of you above water.

Burns in a good way. A way that you've only ever felt through brief flutters that have come up more and more recently. Lingering touches patching up injuries, reassuring squeezes of hands that are always brief and never mentioned, the press of Joel's knee against yours as you sat at that table in Jackson, overwhelmed by the presence of so many strangers.

And now this. You, Joel, and Ellie had been given a place to stay. You used to dream about your own bed. A safe roof over your head and a clean blanket keeping you warm. Finally getting it left you restless. Being away from Joel and Ellie felt unnatural even if they were in the same building as you. There are so many strangers here, and even though they have no reason to strike you down, it's still weird.

You couldn't help the obsessive thoughts. It felt oddly compulsive, the urge to wrap the two of them up in warm blankets and bubble wrap and just watch them be okay. It's weird, but what can you say, Ellie and Joel are your people.

And then Joel wandered in after some talk with his brother. It had surprised you, considering the way he had avoided you earlier, but you'd never complain about having him close.

You're still not sure how it happened. How Joel started asking you about how you were settling and telling you that Ellie was just fine. He had gone in to check up on her and then lingered until she fell asleep. The thought of that domestic moment made your heart swell and you found yourself relaxing.

Somehow Joel ended up taking some of your covers. There's a draft, it's winter. You forced yourself to not focus on that in any other context. Refused to give it any other meaning. And then he moved closer, eventually laid his head on your pillow. You almost convinced yourself it was just a way to be a little comfortable while keeping up conversation. But then the talk eventually faded and you had to move to let him fit and you ended up like this. Safe and fragile.

This stray from what's normal is okay tonight. Everything is still weird, you three like awkward, feral cats compared to the people of Jackson.

"You're fine," he breathes, voice rough with sleep.

His acceptance is easy but it does nothing to make you less aware of your position. You're more on top of him than you need to be and your mind is suddenly scrambling, trying to remember every injury you've ever seen him receive.

Untangling yourself from the gentle cocoon you've created is an ache in your chest, but the thought of hurting him is worse. You move your leg close to the edge of the bed and start the careful process of retracting your arm.

Joel shifts with a slight sigh, his own hand following your own. He snags your wrist, pulling you back into place. "You're fine." Joel repeats his earlier words, so half thought out and mumbled together you think they might even be sleep idled.

"Careful," you try, fighting against the blood rushing to your face. "I don't want to hurt you."

Joel's hand moves down your forearm with a slowness that almost feels deliberate. You have to press your lips together to keep from exhaling too sharply. He turns his head and even in the dark you can feel the focus of his gaze.

He swallows once, lips parting for a moment before he speaks, "Hurts more the other way." It's vulnerable and not, undercut by something that feels so factual you briefly have to think about whether or not that's physically possible. "It's good pressure."

Your eyebrows draw together at the realization that he's not entirely joking. The audacity. He's always referencing his age and the soreness that's going to have to catch him at one point or another but now there's not a single concern for his joints or potential hip damage. You've always had a feeling that at least a part of that rant has to be bullshit, or at least some kind of exaggeration.

You scoff but make no move to pull away as Joel settles. "I don't believe you." Normally you wouldn't state anything so transparently. Any flash of softness is glass and barely tangible. Trying to grasp it by speaking about in the open makes it vanish. Like waking too suddenly from an incomplete dream. But you don't feel at risk, something about the dark and the warmth and his hand on your forearm. "You're so full of shit--what happened to old man knees and arthritis and hip joint iss-"

"You're making up those last two."

There's silence for a brief moment and then laughter. A stupid burst of giggles that has you forgetting the little bit of normal left. Your forehead briefly falls down, your face pressing against his shoulder as you try to keep it down. He laughs with you after a second, a reluctant, almost annoyed display of amusement.

You're still recovering, breathing a little heavier than usual and coming back enough to realize that this level of closeness may be pushing it. You lift your head just as Joel's hand finds a place between your shoulders. First a fist and then his fingers patiently relaxing. You don't think you've ever been this still in your life.

"I can't keep track of all your old man ailments," it's a whisper that's more against his skin than not.

He lets out a breath, "You needed me to help you onto a horse today."

You halfheartedly glare even though you're too pressed into him for him to be able to see you. "I could do it by myself now." Likely a lie, considering it had only taken a second with Joel's help and the concept of casual horse riding still feels foreign. "I just hadn't ridden one before."

His hand shifts up your back, an unbelieving hum escaping him. Has Joel always been this warm? And somehow both so evidently sturdy but still comfortable? Safe? You don't know what possesses you, maybe it's the urge to not feel so divided from him in any way, but you turn head slightly to make it easier to speak: "You're not actually that old."

He pauses at that, fingertips freezing against the fabric of your pajama shirt. "Older than you."

You let out a sigh, feeling like there's a hint of something else tucked into his words that you're too tired to explore. "So?" He lets out another flat breath, a sound you don't quite understand but makes you want to compensate, "You can get old, though, when it's your time."

He shifts in a way that feels like a combination of stifling a laugh and a display of a touch of reluctant curiosity. "You givin' me permission?"

"Not like that," you shake your head against his arm, "I just--I don't know--I think it'd be good if you got to be old with arthritis and bad hip joints and whatever else happens. It'd mean you were still alive."

You don't realize what you're saying until the words slip out. The blankness of your statement is too honest and you blame the fact that you're actually starting to feel like you could benefit from the sleep you've been putting off. It's instinctual to turn into him in a vain attempt to get closer even though you're already hanging onto him in a way that feels ridiculous. Your fingers curl in to him a little more, clutching at the surprisingly soft fabric of his shirt.

It's a subtle change, but you're not surprised that Joel notices. You are, however, not expecting him to understand. The hand on your back draws up even further, pushing you against him more firmly. Maybe Joel did have a point. Good pressure.

"Don't go thinkin' about it."

For once, you want to listen to him without putting up a fight just to see that line between his forehead reappear. But you can't. It's not that easy. Even here, as safe as it's ever going to get, there's still a chance of loss. And even if the world was perfect and Joel could guarantee that there would never be a dangerous patrol or anything threatening him again, there are still other things that worry you. There's no reason for you all to stay together.

When your only response is to halfheartedly nod so that he can feel the motion, Joel lets out a partial sigh. The movement of his chest is more noticeable than the sound. His hand travels down the expanse of your back, something you only recognize because of the warmth his touch leaves in its wake. You're only half there until his fingers brush against a small expanse of exposed skin where your sleep shirt had ridden up. Nothing insanely suggestive, nothing that should be considered too intimate. It's likely an accident, too. It's too dark for it to be intentional.

Knowing this is not enough to keep your body from tensing. Joel's fingers move upwards with no warning, slipping between the only layer dividing you. The cotton of the T-shirt is trapping him and the heat of his touch as his hand settles on your hip.

"You here?" His question is low, like he's trying to compensate for the hint of worry leaching into his tone. "With me?" The second part of the question is an afterthought, said so quickly and earnestly it feels like an impulse.

You're melting, and you don't mind it all. In fact, you're starting to think you might prefer it. "For now, at least."

It's half joke, half something else. A punch that some cynical, over worrying part of your brain needs to throw. You hope he won't see past the shell of humor, but feel the uphill battle in his silence. In the eventual drag of his thumb across the curve of your hip. The gesture is a contradiction in itself--small and cautious yet so natural. What should feel foreign is so familiar it coats it all in a layer of intimacy that's difficult to just sit with.

An odd sense of almost panic that makes it impossible to think settles in you. Something in you feels like it's burning, a slow fire that's patiently spreading. You don't know if you want him closer or farther or something in between.

The mix of unknown emotions is enough to distract you from your derailing train of thought. Maybe that's the point. Some strategy on Joel's end to force a mental reset. If it is, it's working. You wouldn't say you're breathing any better or more calmly, you're just more aware of the way air enters your lungs and filters right back out. The world seems to be reduced to that. Just your breathing. And Joel.

The little of him you can make out in the dark and the feel of him everywhere without him feeling close enough. He's steady, secure in his firmness like he's some immovable force. Joel is also starting to feel like a natural heater, radiating just enough warmth to make everything comfortable.

What is wrong with you today? These thoughts might be more dangerous than the other ones. They're definitely close to being more overwhelming. All of this has to be in your head, the result of all the feelings you've been attempting quell all day culminating and a touch of something else. The thoughts about Joel that you've been fighting against since you first met him finally winning.

Every time you've forced yourself to stare at your hands after the edge of Joel's shirt rode up as he reached for something or moved a certain way. Every stray thought that rooted itself in your mind like an invasive species while you patched him up after a rough day. Every painfully overwhelming moment where you let yourself get distracted by his hands for reasons you could never justify. Those same hands are on you right now.

Okay--you need to get it together. Stop playing at something that's definitely all in your head. Your eyes drift up, searching for Joel's expression in an attempt to convince yourself to be normal. To remind yourself what's at risk if you don't get what you've been begging yourself not to let be actual romantic feelings in check.

He's already looking at you, eyes focused and jaw so tense you can tell from your position. Joel presses his lips together. The hand that's on you shifts upwards. Nothing drastic, but the heat of his pinky is now melting into the skin above your ribs.

You have to bite your tongue to keep from letting a shaky breath escape you. It's too much and nowhere near enough. It's another contradiction that throws you through a loop. You need him closer and the desire twists at you even further. There's a level of hesitant care in all levels of him. In his touch, in the way he's watching you. Like he just can't help it.

It's so overwhelming you have to do something. So you do the only thing you can think of. You reach out to him. Your hand finds his upper forearm.

The motion seems to shift things. Joel lets out a breath, but it's not the easygoing sound it was earlier. It's strained. "Y'should get some sleep."

You're not all that tired anymore, but his tone and your own confusion makes you want to listen. At least he hasn't done anything to imply that he's leaving.

A part of you wants to leave it at what it is. There's no reason to risk his presence by pushing. You don't know what that last moment was about, but Joel's earlier gruffness from today seems to be coming back. "You okay?" The question feels awkward hanging there on its own. "You've been moody."

The hand still under your shirt adjusts with him. "Moody?"

"Mhm." His fingers ghost up your spine, making it twice as hard to organize your thoughts. "More earlier than now, when..." God, you can barely remember with the way he's tracing patterns onto your skin. "When we were with that group?"

Joel's lips briefly pull into a frown. "I know that Jackson people are a little different than us, but trusting them all so soon--" He cuts himself off briefly. "Just don't think it's a good idea for you to accept it all so--"

He pauses as you shift against him as you move to sit up. Joel watches the separation with sharp caution. He doesn't ease until you settle again, your chin resting against his stomach. "Seriously?" It's a lighthearted enough disagreement. "I'm not overly trusting anything. I feel like a crazy person half the time because I feel like I should be staring down anyone that talks to Ellie or you for a second too long."

The confession eases Joel much more than it should. It's proof that he's been searching for...proof that he's needed. That you're still here. Still his and Ellie's above anything else.

But it's been an unsure couple of days. You're good with people, likable in a natural way. You know how to make people feel easy. It's not your fault that you're the natural communicator in the trio, and it's a good thing that at least one of you is inclined towards that sort of thing. It's just been harder than he thought, to watch people always talk to you, even if it's just a way of communicating something to all three of you. Especially when you smile or laugh as another way to ease them.

It's even worse when it happens to be other men. You don't see it, the way their eyes linger or their tendency to lean in just a little too close. Don't know the way your polite smiles and words draw them in. There isn't exactly a plethora of new women appearing daily, so your novelty is only an amplifier to all your good traits.

Tommy's been giving him shit about it. How long did you have to close the deal on that when you were her only option?

It was an almost brotherly form of teasing, but it still rubbed Joel the wrong way because of how true it is. He can't justify the bitter, protective vile that leaves his chest feeling too tight when he sees how well you fit. How easy it'd be for you to end up with one of the guys from here, closer to your age and a lifetime less of baggage.

Joel hates the breathlessness of it, hates that he has time to think about these kinds of things now. The resentment is too much, bubbles up and comes out in the form of something mean, "Doesn't always look that way."

It's not an overly done insult, and somehow that's worth. Joel's faint accusation is personal and it lands the way he knew it would. You sit up so quickly, Joel can't even try to stop you. "What the fuck does that mean?"

The bed is small, clearly meant for one. Sitting up didn't exactly accomplish what Joel has to assume was your goal--to create distance. You're still tangled together, only it's different now. You're practically sitting on his lap. His mind, which should be focusing on the fact that he's upset you, that he's pushing you in the exact direction he doesn't want you to go in, can only think of your sleep shorts.

Maria promised to get you some pajama pants as soon as some came in, but that hasn't happened yet. Winter makes clothing a little scarce, so you've been managing in a pair of elastic shorts. Thin, elastic shorts.

"Just that it looks like you've been getting comfortable. Trusting others, spending time with Ben."

Your lips pull into a firm pout. "I'm not going out of my way to trust shit. Yeah, I talk to a lot of people, but that's just because I rather that than have them talk to you or Ellie first. It--it feels safer that way."

There's such a genuineness in that, Joel almost feels bad, almost feels the need to back step. But your indignation at the implication that you're trying to leave is too alleviating. Until you try to crawl towards the edge of the bed. Away from him.

Joel props himself up on his elbow and reaches for you. His hand finding your forearm feels like giving something up. A silent, too raw plea for you not to go. He knows it isn't quite that in so many words, but you understand. You always do in your talent for feeling the way he bends for you when he can.

For a moment, that's it. Just his hand on your arm, still perched on the edge of the bed, still flighty. One move and you might be gone. It'd be so easy.

Joel's never really considered himself a pissing on his territory type of person or one to be found of dependents, but he'd be lying if he didn't say Jackson didn't worry him. He's not an idiot, he knows he's been rough to travel with and that he's taken time to get to here, but you've always stayed close. Some of that must have been influenced by survival.

Not that Joel wants you to stick around because you have no other choice. He'd never use that against you, it's just something that he wonders about from time to time. A fear that this might be how he finds out that's the only reason the two of you have been together for so long.

He's been thinking about loss more lately. After the decision he made, after what almost happened to Ellie. Losing Sarah left him stagnant for 20 years and some days that grief still flares up and makes breathing feel impossible. It's a wound that will never fully heal, and maybe that's for the best. Hurt means not forgetting, but Joel knows he doesn't have anymore of that left in him.

What if he did just fuck everything up? Not just for him, but for Ellie as well. He sees the way she looks at you, like you're everything. He's peered into your mornings together, the world that is your little routine and your inside jokes. If he messed all of that up because he only knows how to be an asshole when any type of feeling comes up...

Joel knows action better than he knows words. Caring is easier an action, and so is apology. His hand releases your forearm, trailing down your arm and settling on your exposed thigh. When you don't push him away or try to move, Joel feels like he can fully inhale again.

"You know my priorities, right?" Your voice sounds more hesitant than before. Nervous. "It's you and Ellie. It's been you and Ellie and nothing's going to change that. It doesn't matter if we're here for two more days or two more decades."

A pinch of guilt rises in his chest. Normally that level of promise would make him feel the need to cut all ties. Safer that way. But Joel doesn't want to hold you at arm's length, not right now. Carefully, his hand moves forward, closer to your inner thigh than knee.

He should say something. Admit to his own insecurity or apologize. "I know," is all that comes out, even though it doesn't really matter, you have every right to walk away. Your eyes still soften, though, like he managed to come close to saying what you needed to hear. "I shouldn't have said that."

His hand moves up even further and this time you have to react, your breath catching itself on your throat. The noise fucking gets to him. Gets to him in a way nothing has in a minute.

"You're kind of an asshole, sometimes," it's breathed out in a way that feels like you're accepting his apology, "And it's only going to get worse as you settle into your old age."

There it is. The joke was forced through the uneven timbre of your breathing, but it's there. All you, all forgiveness in the way the corner of your mouth turns upwards.

Joel's thumb drags across the soft skin of your inner thigh, "So now I'm already there?"

You blink, unsure on how to react to anything with his hand tenderly working the skin of your inner thigh. Everything in you is only capable of focusing on the feeling, of chasing it. "Getting there." Joel's thumb and pointer finger briefly pinch at your skin in a way that has to be intentional, right? His touch is approaching the end of your shorts.

The closer he gets, the worse the distance feels. Your face feels like it's burning at the thought. This is Joel, not some random guy that things could be casual with. Or maybe he could be casual, but you--god, you're getting ahead of yourself. This isn't--it--

"Too old?" Joel stretches forward, sitting up a little more. "You lookin' for younger like Ben?"

There's something odd in his tone. A flat attempt at humor that misses because it's too straightforward. Ben. Again. This is the second time his name's come up tonight. Why? And that's not even the strangest part. His assumption is what sticks out the most.

"I'm not..." Fuck, his hands are killing you. "I'm not looking. Not actively and if I..." Okay, it's officially too much, he's turning you into a transparent puddle. His hand pauses and pulls back down, settling on your knee. Firmly. Unbudging in a silent demand to continue.

He traces circles onto your knee with his thumb. "You can say it," he encourages in a way that feels like he's patronizing you.

The words feel like too much. Some lines might have been crossed today, but nothing life changing. You two could still dismiss the whole thing, crawl beneath thin sheets, fall asleep, and wake up the next morning like nothing ever happened. But his hands on your thigh and the needy ache you're not sure you fully understand it left you with. And what it felt like to have him closer.

Joel's sitting up fully now, waiting. "If I was looking, it wouldn't be at Ben, it'd be..." His hand calmly trails back to its previous spot on your leg with each of your words. Fuck, you're struggling to think again. "At you."

At that, his fingers push upwards, touching directly between your legs. "Really?" He's quick to create a steady rhythm, pulsing his pointer and middle finger at a speed that makes it impossible to breath. Your eyes screw shut so tightly you see stars. "You're so wet, can feel it through those shorts of yours."

The way Joel's voice catches on itself makes a weak sound slip out. You'd be embarrassed by it if he gave you the chance to be, but before you can even think twice about it, Joel's free hand finds the back of his head. His fingers tangle into your hair and he pulls you forward so harshly you try to gasp. The sound doesn't make it out, Joel's mouth is on yours before it has a chance.

He holds you against him as he takes his time pulling on your bottom lip with his teeth and letting his tongue glide over the bites. Your mouth opens for him instinctually, asking for more.

Joel's taking his time and moving at a speed that has him everywhere all at once as his fingers continue to work you through the fabric that divides you. He releases you with no warning, the hand at the back of your head finding a new place right beneath your chin. His fingers pause, forcing out an instinctual whine.

He's panting near your ear in a way that makes you miss his touch even more. "So this is all for me, sweetheart?" His eyes flit from your face back down to your lips.

Even though the question is dripping with roughness, there still manages to be a hint of something else there. Something genuine. It doesn't matter, though, because all you have the willpower to do is nod. Joel turns his head, pressing a kiss to your temple that's so close to tender it leaves you spinning. He trails the barely there kisses down to your ear before whispering, "Then prove it."

The word's send a jolt through you. "Prove it?"

Joel tugs you closer, you listen clambering back to where you were before trying to leave. Joel rests his back against the wall and makes a point of extending one leg. You don't fully get it until he's helping you ease onto his thigh. The material of his sweats is nowhere near enough.

"Joel--"

"Sh," he hums, soothingly as he runs a hand up and down your back, "It's okay, sweetheart." The hand that's still on your hip squeezes firmly. "I've got you, y'know that." He helps pull you forward on his thigh and the pressure after so long without nothing hits you harder than you thought it would. "There you go," you push down harder, faster, "Just like that."

The longer you go, the more Joel encourages you, whispering sweet nothings and words of encouragement as the knot in your stomach continues to grow until your body feels it. You're seizing up, body ready to throw itself off of a ledge. Your thigh squeezes around his leg, which must be how Joel knows you're close, because before you can find release, his hand is leaving your back and moving onto your arm. In one, fluid motion that should be impossible, he flips you two.

Your back is on the mattress and Joel's above you, pinning you in place with his body. You can feel him, all of him, hard and struggling between the layers that divide you.

Your lips part, but you don't know what to say. You're still reeling from your stolen orgasm, and you're not sure if you want to curse him out for it or simply ask why and how. Bad back your ass the way he just turned the two of you over with no real effort.

Before a single sound can come out of you, Joel folds the edge of the T-shirt you sleep in, exposing your stomach. A fluttery kiss to newly exposed skin. Again and again until he has to push up even more of your shirt to continue. "This," his voice comes out lower, harder as he tugs at the fabric, "Off."

You sit up just enough to help him tug the shirt off as quickly as possible. The desperation makes it harder than it ever should be to take off a shirt, but the offensive piece of fabric eventually finds its way to the floor.

The bareness you feel is startling, even in this level of darkness. Joel doesn't give you a chance to let your mind wander or insecurity take root. His mouth is exploring the newly exposed skin immediately. It's a rabid mix of love bites and placating the irritated marks with soft passes of his tongue and genuine, devoted kisses.

It's then that you realize there's a reason he's taking his time. He's definitely hard, you can feel him pressing against your thigh, but that doesn't matter to him. He's taking his time because he can. Because he's enjoying it, getting off on having you writhing and desperate under him.

"Joel," your voice is so small it feels like it belongs to someone else.

He pauses, lifting his head just enough that the scruff of his facial hair scratches comfortingly against your skin. A reminder that he's still him. "Yeah, sweetheart?"

You carefully lift a hand, making sure your movements are easy to follow in the dark. Joel lets your fingers settle in his hair. "Need more-need you."

"I know, sweetheart." His voice is low and soft, impossible to not trust. "You can wait a little longer." His teeth drag against your skin again. "Can't you, baby?"

Fuck, he could ask you anything like that and you'd have to say yes. "Mm."

He takes it as the answer it's supposed to be. Joel goes back to it until his fingers finally snag around the elastic band of your shorts. In one swift motion, he tugs it and your underwear away, leaving you fully exposed. He gives no warning before moving his mouth to your thighs, slowly moving up until the only thing left is your center.

With no warning, Joel licks through your folds. You practically cry out. "I know, sweetheart," he mumbles, barely looking up, "You can take it."

After that, he picks up the pace. Just as you think you're going to get used to the overwhelming pleasure, Joel moves his hand down your waist to use his thumb against your clit. Fuck. You're panting, whining, begging.

Joel groans. "You're close, I can feel you." His fingers replace his mouth, "You gonna come?" Another whine, like your body has forgotten how to make any other sound. "Yeah?" He's picking up the pace, pushing his fingers into you in a way that hits you somewhere deep. "Come on my fingers, sweetheart, I've got you."

His pace reaches its peak and his thumb works at your clit until you're finally pushed over the edge. Joel reaches you before you can scream, muffling the sound of your orgasm by pressing his lips to yours.

You can taste yourself on his tongue as he works you through your high. Joel knows when to stop, when the pleasure comes close to bordering on painful, he moves his hand back up your waist and focuses on just kissing you.

After a few minutes, you regain control of your thoughts. The urge to pull him closer takes over once again. Without thinking, you're tugging at the hem of his shirt. You almost think twice about it, but decide that it's only fair. He's touched so much of you and seen even more. All while fully clothed.

You're not as good or tactful about it as he is, likely due to the gap in your experience, but Joel picks up on what you want. He pulls away cautiously, eyebrows furrowing together like he's debating before finally giving in.

He discards his shirt just as carelessly as he got rid of his own. Joel tries to reconnect the two of you together again before you can take full note of him. It's a tactic you find the strength to beat, turning your head just enough to indicate that you're pausing.

Joel allows that, stills against with no protest. The silent promise that it's your pace is comforting. You let your eyes rake over his chest in what you hope is subtle, but really doubt actually comes off that way. You can feel him tense under your gaze. You stretch out a hand carefully, touching him because you can. Your attention focuses on the details that you can make out despite the limited light. A few marks of varying sizes are visible across his skin.

Scars. You wonder how many of them there are and the stories behind each. What it'd feel like to touch and learn each of them until they're as familiar as the lines of your palms. Your hand drifts down, faintly touching a particularly long mark.

Joel's hand moves, catching your wrist before you can make it any further. You frown up at him. "I want--"

"I--" He cuts himself off, unsure on how to explain it. You deserve to know what a war it will be to get him to open up, but he doesn't want that to change things. "Not yet, okay?" He squeezes your hand in his. "I'm not an easy person to care about, to get close to, but I--I can try to--"

"I disagree." He frowns at being cut off, but lets you continue. "And you don't have to worry about forcing anything right now, whatever you have to give, that's what I want."

That's all it takes. Joel crashes his mouth to yours, holding you there for much longer than before. He shifts away just enough to be able to pull down his pants. He strokes himself briefly before lining himself up with your entrance.

Joel enters you with no warning, easing himself in until your hips are pressed together. You're a mess despite his soothing words. He pulls back and pushes back, again and again until all you're seeing is white, blinding pleasure. "Fuck!"

"You're squeezin' me so good, sweetheart," his groans are hot and heavy against the shell of your ear. "Oh, sweetheart," he's losing his tact, his movements becoming more and more desperate. "You gonna come with me?"

You nod, eyes screwing shut as Joel picks up the pace until you're a mess again. He clamps a hand over your mouth as your second orgasm hits you fast and hard. It takes all of Joel's strength to pull out before finishing.

He lets himself relax against you after, a mess of sweaty limbs as you both recover. After a minute, Joel sits up. "You leaving?"

Joel brushes back your hair out of your face gently. "No, sweetheart, just need to get something to clean you up, okay?" You're about to protest again, but Joel beats you to it, "You don't want to sleep like this." When your only reaction is to pout up to him and cling to his arm, Joel leans down and finds a shirt to offer you. "Ellie's an early riser that never learned how to knock. You want to deal with this in the morning while pretending you're not?"

That's a point that sticks. You could probably explain Joel being in here early in the morning or he could climb out of your bed at first sunlight to keep this from being weird for Ellie...but your current state? Yeah, that's undeniable. "Come back?"

Joel squeezes your hand, taking a moment to watch your small expression fondly. "Promise."

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julieverne · 5 months

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Doctor Isles warily eyed the ships in harbour. She had to flee; her biological father, Paddy Doyle, had been gravely injured by her ex-best-friend (and sometimes lover) Detective Jane Rizzoli. There was nothing left for her in the boggy settlement of Mass any more. Without Paddy in charge, the other gangs were after her, and her father's second in command wanted her to take over her father's work.

She might be an outlaw, but that was only because she'd left Detective Rizzoli handcuffed to her bed before coming down here. She was dressed in Jane's Sheriff uniform, hoping no one would recognise her. The Doyles ran these docks.

There. There it was, the Firefly class ship she'd been told about. Frost had said it popped up, now and then. Part of the underground railroad; browncoats.

She could respect that. Sometimes authorities asked for things incompatible to someone's own moral compass. Who was she to judge, anyway? She adjusted her kerchief and slid her Stetson lower, fingering the gun at her hip. Jane's shirt was too large, but the waistcoat tied it together nicely.

"Looking for a ride?"

Maura looked up in surprise. A rainbow umbrella tilted to show the cheeky smile on a grease-smudged face. Maura found herself licking her lips, considering how to answer.

"Won't find yerself finer than a Firefly," the young lady continued, an affectionate hand running over the tungsten plates of the hull beside her. "Don't usually take lawmen, but our mutual friend mighta said you were more than meets the eye. And I hafta say, what meets the eye is mighty pleasin'." A surprisingly clean hand dipped into a basket beside her, drawing out a strawberry. Maura watched transfixed as Kaylee raised it to her mouth, eyes closing in pleasure when she bit in. Maura could almost taste it herself; the sweet, tart juice, the tiny hairs and seeds on the skin. "Want one?" Kaylee offered, but Maura shook her head. "Then get in afore anyone else sees ya."

Maura scuttled on board, hearing the ramp close behind her. She had a carpet bag of belongings; mostly clothes. Some jewels for trade. Not much. She'd shifted her money into accounts that couldn't be traced, thanks to Nina.

"Word is yer a doctor. We have need of one. Cap'n always getting us into scrapes." It didn't sound like a complaint. "Won't say the outfit ain't doing it for me, though." With a wink, Kaylee strode past Maura, obviously expecting her to follow her. She did.

"We take off when the Cap'n comes back. He has some business with a man named Hoyt."

Maura paused and Kaylee looked back.

"Oh. Not business business. He aims to main him somewhat. Found out what he done to his aunt."

"Hoyt's dangerous," Maura breathed. Kaylee chuckled.

"So's the Cap'n. C'mon. Mess hall. We do for ourselves. Down here are the bunks. I got you one near me, in case you're nervy of sleeping next to mercenaries."

"You're not..."

"I'm the mechanic," Kaylee shrugged, as if it was of no account. "The other doctor we dropped off a while ago. Didn't work out. Had trouble coming after him. Not that you don't, but there's different scales of trouble. And the Doyle gang is small fish in a 'verse this vast."

There was something lyrical about her small-town talk. Her accent was unrefined, and despite obviously cleaning herself up there were still the marks of hard work on her; rough hands where they brushed over Maura's, little lines around her eyes from time spent under unregulated suns on worlds with unreliable atmospheres. But there was something endearing about her too, something that made Maura trust her.

There was a hum, and then Kaylee's arms around her, hands clinging to the ladder behind Maura as they obviously ascended, far faster than Maura had ever experienced or expected. Kaylee's breath was warm on Maura's cheek and smelled of strawberries, and one hand let go of the ladder as they hit turbulence to hold Maura against herself instead of letting her hit the ladder behind her. The body under those baggy overalls was soft and pleasant, and Maura released the death grip she'd had on the other woman's ribs.

Once they hit space, Kaylee relaxed. She didn't let go of Maura just yet, just held her and pulled away a little. Maura was short, but Kaylee's nose brushed against hers, almost the same height.

"Gorram Wash," Kaylee grumbled, but she didn't look upset, grinning into Maura's face from inches away. "You c'n get outta yer disguise now, we're on our way."

Maura had neglected to check where the transporter was headed.

"What's our destination?" Maura asked. Kaylee pulled aside a curtain - a luxury on any ship, to expose the entire universe that lay ahead of them.

"Into the black," Kaylee said cryptically. "See what trouble comes our way."

"I get the feeling your Captain goes looking for trouble."

"Lucky for you, huh? Either way, welcome to Serenity."

#rizzoli and isles #rizzoli & isles #maura isles #firefly #kaylee frye #crossover #rizzles fanfic #notp #firefly fanfic

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hideywriting · 2 years

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Alley Cat | Part Two

Warning: violence, explicit language, sexual scenes, kidnapping.

Teaser: “I like pretty and shiny things, That’s why I like you”

Rating: 18+

Summary: Jimin is the Alley Cat of the gang, his calm voice and soft features hide all the violence and the dark past. He can kill in a blink of an eye and that only change when he and his friends accidentally kidnapped the assistant of their biggest enemy.

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You opened your eyes with unclear memory. The bed was comfortable and the air was warm. You smiled getting more comfortable on the bed but, your movement sent intense pain to your chest. Facts are hovering around your head cause, your room in your small apartment wasn't that warm. You never fixed the heater because you were occupied with the installments of the car. You heard a heart monitor next to you and that makes you think

am I in the hospital?

But hospitals aren't that comfortable. The room was imperial. The bed was huge, the chandelier in the middle of the sealing was made with crystal glass. There's no second guess this is not her room nor a hospital room. Suddenly a flashback of the last event cross your mind. You remembered several things at the same time.

“Y/N ! We are under attack! Run to the nearest exit and call the police!”

“Y/N if anything happened you have to leave that formula! I want you to be safe!��

“Jimin! Check the room. Blaster! go and start to open the fucking safe!”

“We have some company!”

“Kill her!”

“We don't have time! We have to leave if we don't want to die!”

“Take her! Take her with us Taehyung we can figure something out later!”

“Run!”

Your eyes are wide now knowing exactly what happened. You were kidnapped.

Y/N took the wires off from her chest and the tube from the IV fluid. She was panicking but the oxygen mask on her face helped her to gather herself together. With every move she takes, her heart throbs and the pain in her chest gets worse than ever. She finally reach the door handle. Her panicking start to rise again. The maze in front of her doesn't get any easier. She is not in a normal place, she is in a mansion! A huge huge mansion!.

"Who said you're allowed to stand up?" Your body jerks to look behind you. It's a guy with a hair like a snow and black leather clothes from head to toe. You took a few steps back afraid from these harsh features. Suddenly you remembered the guy. He put the black bag on your head before anything gets darker. He is the same one who pointed his gun at you to kill you. He's the one who kidnapped you. "I...I...". "You're going inside that room" he pointed at the door you hardly get out of. You knew there's no way out of here that's why you risked it all and run. As fast as you can. Even tho your body and your chest makes it harder. You didn't know where to go or where's the exit but you wanted to stay away from that monster. A hand rubbed around your body. You closed your eyes knowing that you lost the only chance to escape this madness. The air couldn't reach your lungs anymore and the hospital gown stained red. It felt like a lightning struck your heart. Jimin stops with a look of puzzlement. “The girl stopped fighting”. Your body was shaking. He dropped you off and took a quick look. You weren’t breathing. Your hand clutching your chest and blood is everywhere. He took out his walkie talkie asking for help "Cod Red! Someone brings me Soekjin right now!”

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"What the hell just happened Jiminah?" Jin said taking off his gloves. "She wanted to escape" he answered looking at your lifeless soul. "That's why Yoongi said "take care of her" Jimin, where were you when she did all of this?" Jin scolded the little one. "I wanted to piss" he said sitting on the chair next to you. "Well, you can ask for backup when you need to do natural duty, you have to be thankful Yoongi was busy fucking someone on his room right now, anyway..." he said checking something on the monitor. "She got medical history with asthmatic, you know it's like her airways narrow and swell and may produce extra mucus" Jin said writing something on the paper. "Speak understandable language" Jimin said trying to know what or how to deal with you. "ah! long story short, this can make breathing difficult and trigger coughing so you have to do your best to make her calm Jimin, two days ago her heart was about to shutter from a bullet you fired so, keep her calm" Jimin stood up with anger "How! How on earth am I supposed to keep her calm Hyung? We kidnapped her for fuck sake!". Jin finished what he was writing then walked away "that's something you have to figure out your own Alley Cat this is the situation and we have to make it work". He hates any kind of interaction with any human beings. Hates to talk. Hates to smile. Hates to do any courtesy. Isolation for him is the best settlement. He never hesitate. Never overthink. If he had to pull the trigger then that would be without any second guess. Taking care of a victim was horrible. How he supposed to to be her servant? That wasn't what he trained to do. He is a killing machine.

“Like what you see?" His eyes draft to the door, thinking he might be zoning out of his world to the point he never notice his friend standing with a smug face. "I thought after the last time I wouldn't see you again for a while" his friend laughed closing the door behind him. "I'm not leaving that jerk enjoying all of this alone, i made this gang with him, I am my own boss" he said with a huge smile filled with pride. "Anyway, Jin Hyung begged me to deliver these medications to you, it seems we have a very sick hostage don’t we?" He took a quick look inside the bag to remember what are his brother's instructions.

"There is an inhaler, Theophylline and antibiotics for her surgery, Jin wrote all what you need to know on the boxes" he hands him the bag then smirk at him. "Why the smirk?" Jimin asked confused "how on earth a person like you supposed to be a cutie nurse? How you gonna give her medications? Pointing your gun at her head?" Jimin rolled his eyes but refused to defend himself. "But for real all of them making fun of you and your aim" He said with a straight face "I know how to aim that’s why I almost killed her Taehyung" V leaned a little bit and looked him in the eye "that's the problem, almost?" He mocked "almost isn't in your vocabulary Jimin, I know you. You never miss a gunshot. And for a moment I just realized that you might missed that bullet on purpose didn't you?"

Jimin didn't like what he heard. But why? Is it because he felt offended? Or because that was true? He stood up walking away avoiding the set of eyes near him. Taehyung knows Jimin more than anyone in here. He can read him very clearly. "I didn't, I'm not a god Taehyung! I'm allowed to miss a bullet sometimes" V laughed ironically "huh, you're a god when it comes to missions!"

"stop whatever the fuck you're doing!" Jimin spat feeling irritated. V nod then looked at the girl with her tired aura thinking for a while "well, I can't deny tho, she got a pretty face but innocent, not my or your type" he said walking out of the room with another smirk leaving Jimin standing peevishly.

The sun about to came up again yet, Jimin couldn't sleep. He was thinking about her, about Yoongi, about Taehyung and what he was saying. Why didn't he skew just a little bit to kill her. Is it because he felt sympathy? Or he was upset from Yoongi that he didn't want to satisfy him? Or that girl reminds him of someone?

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"I said leave me alone!" I screamed kicking my feet to prevent him from touching me and that caused alot of pain invade my cheat. I hate him. I hate him and his horde so much. They are all monsters. It's been three days and they still kept me hostage in here. I couldn't sleep well because my imagination draft to something awful such like that man could point his gun and blow my brain in a blink of an eye. I regret working for Kin I wish if i ran away as fast as I can rather than hiding under the desk. I'm such a coward.

"You have to shower and I have to clean your fucking wound later" he said getting closer to me ignoring my defense. I kicked him again, this time my foot aim for his left cheek. There was a moment of silence. His state turns into something darker. My eyes blinked several times regretting what I just did. He clenched his jaw shuffling his hand behind his back to reach the gun. The fear I felt at that moment makes my heart bound faster than what it suppose to be.

"touch me again and you'll die!" His face contorted with rage. The outcome of my action. I gulped avoiding his eyes contact. His hand touched mine to pull me up and out of my bed. My body was shaking from his cold and rough touch. I know this never gonna end well. I felt like my soul is leaving my body. The realization of this calamities makes me think I want to end this pain, this fear as soon as possible.

I tense from the burning ointment on my wound. The man glance at me then blows air to ease the pain. I expected him to be like the people we see on movies. He could probably rape me whenever he has a chance. So, I'm glad for 1% that he wasn't like that. He was gentle when he helped me to take a shower waiting outside for some privacy but yet, for me he's a monster. A monster who kidnapped me then tried to kill me. My memories can't delete that part easily.

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Five months passed and I’m still here. I realized that I’m not really important to anyone for sure. There’s no rescue and even my neighbors didn’t report that I’m messing. I’ve been always alone, sometimes I try my best to be lovable but no one really care. Kin is the only one who found me one night in the middle of the street struggling with that paltry car I had. He stopped his fancy car like god plans was guiding someone like him to me. He helped me then suggested that I have to buy a new car.

“Not all of us has bank accounts sir, my salary isn’t enough tho”

After that he gives me his card saying that He was searching for new assistant. Since then we become really close such like father and daughter. It was weird to meet someone really successful and has everything except a family, he always said that he doesn’t have the time and that he can’t make them his responsibility. I’m sure if Kin wasn’t in a coma right now he would report that I’m messing.

“Rise and shine princess” Jungkook walks in with a smile on his face and plastic bags on his left hand. Me and him start to have a nice conversation four months ago. At first he told me that he is a farmer Yoongi hired to take care of the garden, but then I found out that he is the power of this gang with his skills and his strong body he could kill like a monster. I stoped talking to him but he never give up trying to apologize and eventually I just accept my destiny and realized if I’m going to die it’s better be with a friend not alone.

“Good morning JK, what did you bring me today?”

“Pizza from your favorite place, and I almost get cut but I managed” his bunny smile appears while sitting on the ground unwrapping the food. Jungkook always brings me food because I said once that I miss the outside and I miss my life. He always drives for two hours to the city and come back with something I crave. I think time is getting easier here because of him.

“So what did you do today?” He asked with his mouth full of food “nothing, Jimin didn’t allowed me to go out of this room” I said upset from him, he is the definition of heartless. I can’t deny, during all these past days he starts to get a little by little lenient. But yet he still hasn’t changed completely. This mansion is filled with security everywhere. He knows that I can’t escape, I already tried that before but my attempts fizzled out. At some point I decided that I should give up and just be brave to do it. I opened the window and stood on the stool ready to Jump but I chickened. The only chance that left to take me out of this misery despair when I felt his strong muscles wrapped around my body. I was crying and my brain stopped working at that moment. I remembered him whispering something next to my ear still stabilizing my back against his body.

“It’s okay, it’s over, it well be okay”

No matter how much he tired to be normal but he can’t. He is not like Jungkook even tho he kills as much as him but he is nice with big heart saying that this is the only family he got and there’s no way he would stop this until they all do.

“Again?” I heard his husky voice murmuring. I rolled my eyes looking now at him. He was shirtless looking like he just finished his drill. Jimin now raised his eyebrow waiting for me to apologize about eating Pizza with a friend. What a crime! “You can’t be serious? I’m eating Pizza with him, I didn’t walk out of this room since the weekend, I didn’t do anything wrong! Stop being such a jerk I’m dying slowly in here!” I know at that moment I lost it. He is really dominating and that suffocated me. “Low your voice” he threatened me closing the door behind him. “Leave” he ordered Jungkook without even looking at him. My eyes draft to Jungkook who responded with a sympathy smile then stood up and left my room with a walk of shame. I know something for sure that Jungkook respect Jimin as he said and he can’t say no for him. Jimin is his roll model and he wouldn’t make it in here without him. “You like pulling us into your troubles don’t you?” his eyes now indulging into mine and it’s hard to read what is he feeling right now, upset? Mad? Irritated? He can be unpredictable with his actions. “I didn’t do anything wrong! Food is the least you can offer!” I raised my voice a little but regret it immediately when he get a little bit closer. “Change, I’ll be here in ten minutes” that’s all he said. The only place Jimin took me was Jin’s clinic and a walk around the fountain in the garden just because of Jin’s instructions. My brain starts to make different scenarios about where we about to go in this hour or if he finally decided to kill me. Even tho it’s been months but I still get shivers whenever Jimin is on the picture. The only image I’m seeing whenever our eyes met is the person who shot me without any hesitation.

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The walk was a little bit longer than the usual. Jimin never explain anything to Y/N and that makes her afraid of what she’ll face. She never been in this part of the mansion before and she had no idea about why. This place was like a military headquarters. The field was huge outside and it was nothing compared to what inside the building. It’s like soldiers are training in here. Y/N’s meditation session ends when his voice reaches her ear. “I didn’t finish my training and since we are stuck together and you act like a little kid then the only place you can go is where I go”.

Never in a million years Y/N thought she will be enjoying to watch Jimin boxing. She realized she never appreciates him as a person but she now have a moment of epiphany. She almost forget that she’s a victim and he kidnapped her, shot her and treat her like animals. Admiring him was her new favorite thing starting from now.

Everything was normal except Her new fond of Jimin and the sound of the siren alarm. Jimin stoped what he was doing with his eyes wide. He took off his gloves and run back to her. She never experienced a break in before so the sound alone brings her terror. “Follow me and never leave my side, understood?!” She nods and he holds her hand and a gun on the other hand. His eyes now on the mansion all he heard is the sound of the gun shots. “Jimin where the fuck are you?”. Hoseok’s voice loud from the walkie inside his pocket. “I’m heading out of the training headquarter with Y/N, what is happening inside the mansion” Jimin stopped looking around him while talking to his friend. “Thank god we’ve been searching for her, there’s an anonymous break in, we have no idea but it’s dangerous in here, don’t get any closer to the mansion nor the basement, take her out of here Jimin, you know where to find the getaway car”.

“Copy that!” Jimin took different direction from the mansion and you never been confused like how you are right now. Your body is shaking and your trembling lips makes you follow him like a zombie.

Bang! Bang!

Both of you layover from the loud sound of the gun. You noticed the bullet on the ground right next to your feet. Jimin with a quick move dragged you behind him and your selfishness blinded you to the point that you clutch both of your hands on his shirt using him as a shield. “Both of you! On your knees!” The man shout with his gun pointed at Jimin but you didn’t feel him moving any muscles. You could swear that your feet was struggling to keep you standing. You clenched you fist tighter and closed your eyes wanting nothing but to end all of this. It’s funny that the person you were afraid of during all these months is the same one your depending on right now. The same one whom you hiding behind him to protect you from the man with the black mask.

“Put your gun down or I’ll dodge another bullet right at your fucking skull you bastard!”. The man spit getting closer. You couldn’t really understand why Jimin was so calm, not even his heartbeat raised inside his chest. He pushed you a little bit away from him raising his hands showing that he surrendered. Your eyes watched him taking a few steps toward the man then lean down to put the gun on the ground. Your brain disfunction from the scene in front of you. In a blink of an eye he raised and kicked the man on his jaw. He was quick, smooth with incredible skills. Jimin dispossessed the man from his gun and suddenly everything turned into hand-to-hand combat. You didn’t know why you didn’t run. You had the time to run away from him. He was busy fighting with that man and probably wouldn’t be able to focus on you. That was your chance to finally have your freedom again. But you didn’t move. Your eyes were on him and you could swear that your heart was beating fast afraid, terrified from that man to kill him. Why? When have you become interested in him to the point you were scared that something bad going to happen to him. His eyes met yours and he whispered “run!”. Your body shakes when you saw him struggling from the man. His opponent took that as sign to flip Jimin on the ground. He felt weak because there was no way that motherfucker could take over him easily. The problem was he’s been distracted and that was rare. The worst is you are the reason.

Everything happened so fast. Eyes are open lips are shaking and minds are overwhelmed. Jimin couldn’t stop staring at you. He was confused with too many questions. The sight he saw seconds ago change everything. He wished if you didn’t do it. He wished if you run away when he told you so. He supposed to go and face yoongi about him failing. Your freedom was under your nose but you refuse it. Not just that but now he will live with the guilt of you bedaubing your innocence self. Your hands were shaking that the gun slipped from between your fingers. The body on the ground and the blood on Jimin shirt makes the facts getting clearer by the time. You couldn’t take your eyes from that bullet on the man’s brain. He is dead and you know that you are the doer.

Jimin pushed the man carelessly from his body yet he didn’t lose his eye contact with you. He stands up getting closer to you but you didn’t wag. You still staring at the man on the ground. “W…we can…w..we can still save him” you whispered. “Call the ambulance” you asked but he shakes his head. “He’s dead” Jimin answered but you ignored him walking to the body. You don’t even know if that the right procedure but your hand were on his heart trying to make it beat again. “Y/N? the bullet caused a huge damage on his brain, he’s go….” “JUST CALL THE FUCKING AMBULANCE!” You shout now still bumping his heart as fast as you could. Jimin didn’t have any choice but pulling you forcefully away from the man. “Leave me! we can save him! I coul….” “NO YOU CAN NOT!” Jimin now screams at you. Even tho you’ve seen him nothing but a monster and criminal without heart yet this was the scariest. His voice turned 180° with growling. You now stopped fighting and your eyes start to tear. “I’m your only hope to live and I fucking know that being hostage is bad but these people are the worst, they are like us with no mercy so if you want to hang on this thin thread of living you have to obey my order!” you didn’t answer and he took that as a yes. Jimin hold your hand and walk toward the hidden garage. It was minutes until you saw the trees passing by clearing that you’re on a getaway car with a criminal such like Bonnie and Clyde but without the romance.

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mminttae · 3 years

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Clandestine | 02

-> Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x reader

-> Genre : tattoo!artist Jungkook, mafia! JJK,mafia au, bloody!missions, slight violence, got secrets they can't tell, angst, romance, Jungkook's part time job is flirting, sad (backstory), Y/N is strong!

-> Summary : who would have known that just doing a part time job at a night club would lead you to the tattoo artist Jeon Jungkook's messed up world. One letter related to the secret comes out of your mouth you'll be laying in Jungkook's arms but alive or not, that's not guaranteed...

-> Word Count : 4.286 K ( A/N: I’m increasing words )

-> T/W body language, killing, curse words and intimacy are included in the story (you may read if you're comfortable with these)

Part : 2

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Jungkook's mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. Even if me saying that line didn't flatten him enough I knew the nickname did as it always have been doing. It was clearly visible that he didn't expect me to be this bold suddenly. But he being himself smirked after a couple of seconds as his hand snaked up to grab my wrist pulling me more closer "Sure princess.. Do you want to go to the trip now? " His tongue rolling over his bottom lip as his piercing doe eyes holding so many thoughts looked at my lips then to my eyes.

"I don't want to interrupt but the trip has to be postponed "Jimin interferes in the moment, his eyes narrowed and only looking at me as if scared that the younger guy would throw him out if he locked eyes with his. Making a 'tch' sound Jungkook raises his eyebrows at Jimin in a manner that reads he's asking why postpone. I yeet his hand which was holding my wrist and get off from the table clearing my throat while fixing the skirt and apron. Jungkook clearly disappointed for not being able to hear my answer gets up from the seat while putting the black leather jacket around his shoulders. Jimin and Taehyung following him gets up too grabbing their bags. Jungkook walked up to me while fixing his bangs with his index finger.

"Gotta go princess a client's waiting" Nodding I proceeded to walk away but I could hear Jungkook saying with a sad dramatic tone. "Atleast act that you don't want me to go". I'm afraid I won't be able to because I myself don't know what this client of yours gonna do if you don't go on time. Is the person waiting even a client or not? Knitting my eyebrows I look back only to meet with strangers taking up the seat. The three tall mesmerizing men with inks on their body not to be seen anywhere. I don't know what's going on in that foolish yet extremely clever brain of yours but...

Be careful Mr. Artbook..

End of YOUR POV

Mid summer yet the night breeze is able to run shivers down your spine. Not a single soul in sight.

10 at night maybe the shopkeepers closed down the shutters and went to bed. Not many shops here in this area to even begin with. The only workshop's bell which rings here is the Jeon's Tattoo corner which has been ringing from the morning today , seemed to have stopped in the evening but now making its sound again. "Argh I should really break down this bell "

With an annoyed expression the black haired guy opens the drawers searching for a fresh towel. The tall man who just entered the shop walked past the desk table, turning the door knob and allowing himself inside the cozy room. His loud footsteps on the wooden floor telling Jungkook that the guest has arrived.

"Where were you? I waited here for five minutes then went inside the nearby plant store to kill time"

Taking off the long coat the tall silver haired guy walks up to the chair positioned in the middle of the room beside the various tools. "Sorry hyung, Taehyung and Jimin wanted a new tattoo so went to hear out their designs"

Jungkook says, eyebrows knitted while he fishes out the stencil of the beautiful clematis he has drawn beforehand of the leader's arrival. Smiling to himself he walks up to the seated boss whose like a big brother to him, he puts the stencil aside. Taking out a black rubber band from his pocket he takes his hair and ties it up to a small ponytail before taking out a drawer full of tattoo needles and inks. "Heard that Yoongi started boxing classes with you"

The older male speaks as his lip corners slowly moves upwards. Jungkook giving out a laugh says, "Yea Yoongi hyung be moving like a turtle. "

The thought of his hyung boxing and whining that it's hard is enough to make the little one giggle. Taking out a small wooden stool with one hand as the other one was holding the tattoo gun, Jungkook sits himself beside the strong looking man who rolls up his shirt's sleeves revealing all the different type of arts and words of different languages tattooed on his arm.

"Need chewing gum?"

The younger one asks at the thought that it might hurt but the older one replies plainly that he's fine after all his skin had been coming in contact with this gun for a long time now. Jungkook nods before resting the needle on the free space on the top of the man's biceps before starting to draw on it, the awestrucking clematis. "Was thinking of getting a lip piercing but not being able to get it cuz of the adults in the house"

The man says while his dimples makes visits to his cheeks.

"The exact same reason why am postponing on getting an eyebrow piercing"

Jungkook replies as he carefully moves the tattoo gun sideways on the man's bicep.

"So when are you planning on telling your sister?"

He asks as the silver haired guy closes his eyes once realizing what Jungkook meant.

"When the time's right.. "

He replies, slowly opening his eyes his gaze meeting the ceiling.

"But first we need to pinpoint Mr. Choi's location"

Replying with a small and quiet yes Jungkook draws the details on the flower carefully.

"Seokjin has been checking the cctvs regularly and the only thing he found was the black hyundai stopping at a night club at exactly 7pm every Tuesday and Wednesday"

"What's the night club's name? "

Jungkook asks as he draws on the small leaves.

"Hell's night club"

With just the mention of the night club's name Jungkook's hand stops moving as his eyes widened. "Isn't that the club you often visit with the others? "

The silver haired man asks making Jungkook quietly nod his head. If the most feared mafia in the country slash his team's biggest rival had been going to the exact same club at the exact same time as his how come he never saw the familiar old man's face? He thought.

What kind of person does the man disguise him as that even Jimin who encountered him multiple times doesn't notice. "You should be careful and try to see your clients faces carefully and see if they match that old fart's face or not"

Jungkook humming a response continued on giving the clematis it's final touch. Finishing the tattoo he removes the gun making the silver haired man sit up straight and fix his shirt.

"You know what to do right?"

Jungkook asks referring to putting on Vaseline ointment on the tattoo and stuffs. The older guy nods while fetching his coat. "I'll get going then. Thanks for the tattoo kook"

Jungkook simply nods his mind stuck in a different topic. Putting the equipments away and tidying up the towels as the older guy leaves the shop and disappears into the darkness of the night in the empty alleyway, Jungkook couldn't help but think about what you were up to. His mind stitching up different negative thoughts together.

"If Mr. Choi is really going to that club then he must have seen Y/N always talking to us..... What if he does something to her? " Jungkook asks to himself and the next thing he does is take his bag, turn off the lights, lock the doors and run off to meet you.

• -

"I'll be off then"

Bowing politely you take hold of the two big disposable bags and huff out a breathe when you realize how heavy both of them were. Kicking the back staff door with your leg open the first thing you see is Jeon Jungkook leaning on the wall infront. His hair tied up in a small ponytail, a bag hung around his shoulder and inked hands resting inside his jeans pockets. His eyes falls on your hands holding the disposable garbage bags, sighing he walks up to you.

"I thought your job was to serve and take orders not bring out garbages" You looked down at the bags in your hands while saying, "I was coming out anyways it's no biggie"

You flashed him a small smile but his eyes looked worried and his face tensed. You wondered what happened but didn't dare to ask thinking that he will only answer with 'none of your business' . Yes Jeon Jungkook unknowingly says harsh things without thinking when he's tensed. Jungkook takes the garbage bags from your hands and put it beside the door when his eyes lands on your right hand which was bandaged. His eyes widen and he quickly took your right hand examining it while asking

"How did this happen? Are you okay? "

Embarrassed you put your hand away from his warm ones and answer while smiling, not making eye contact

"It's okay I'm fine these kind of injuries are meant to happen if you work in a bar." Jungkook not convinced took your hand again now keeping it infront of him not letting you pull it back. His eyebrows knitted . "You were totally fine this evening tell me what happened". Chewing on your bottom lip you look down, fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

"Y/N tell me what happened.." Jungkook says once again this time his voice laced with concern as his hands caressed your hair. You were actually a bit taken aback at how the always dominant voice of Jungkook is making its way to you in a concerned and soft way.

"A drunk guy harshly pulled my hand wanting me to sit beside him but I fought back and he suddenly let go of me making me loose my balance at hit the edge of the glass table behind and that's how I got this"

You say while looking at your bandaged hand which was now resting in jungkook's warm palm. He softly held your injured hand and lower down a bit to meet your height. Looking at your eyes he said

"Tell me who did this. Tell me who did this to you I'm gonna fucking kill him"

In a calm soft voice but the last part obviously didn't come out in a soft way. You laughed and pushed him a bit away from you. "It's okay am fine don't overreact he was drunk" But Jungkook not buying the answer walked closer to you and again with a serious tone asked you . "Tell me how he looked like"

Knowing that he won't let go of the topic unless you give him a proper answer you sigh, rolling your eyes while describing the drunk man you happened to meet inside the club. "He had small eyes , a sharp nose and dark stubble on his face and.." You trailed off thinking what else did the man have but Jungkook interrupted asking in a quick manner

"Did he have any sort of tattoo on his wrist? " Replaying the moment inside your head you widen your eyes a bit and nod your head, "Yea he did.. Was that a crown? A crown maybe"

Exactly knowing who that drunk man you encountered was Jungkook's chest sank at the thought that the old man touched you with his dirty hands. Gulping down the saliva that formed in his mouth he without thinking pulled you to his chest engulfing you in a hug. He wasn't sure why he felt like protecting you but he wanted to . He wasn't supposed to feel this way now that he set his mind on the plan his brain made up on the way here but..he did. He wanted to make sure you were safe.

Widening your eyes at how Jungkook suddenly hugged you, your mind went blank. There's no doubt in how fast your heart was beating. To be honest to yourself you were actually frightened when that man tried touching you in an ill manner but now being in Jungkook's arms you felt safe. You felt safe when he was around. Jungkook's arms around you got tighter as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

So this is how you gonna play it Mr. Choi

He thinks.

•-

Flashback 5 weeks back

Stretching your arms you give out a small yawn before grabbing the books from the table and making your way out of the auditorium. Walking while looking at your surroundings you didn't notice the tall man standing infront of you. Too immersed in the same old paintings hanging on the walls you hit something hard making the copies and books in your hands fall down. Without looking up at the person you bumped into you quickly said 'sorry' while kneeling down to pick up your supplies. The tall gentleman kneeled down too helping you with picking up your stationerys. You got up, the man following you soon. This time facing the guy properly as both of you made eye contact you were about to say thank you when your voice abruptly decided to not come out.

The man had soft long black hair .The kind of hair you would want to play with all day. His baby doe eyes staring at you, his lips parted. The oversized hoodie he was wearing made him the grizzly huggable bear image more.

As your eyes scanned him from head to toe, your lips a bit parted, the guy not being able to control his laughter at how cute you looked when your eyes went big as if you saw something really interesting and you'd like to study that thing more, he gave out small giggles making you quickly close your mouth and look at him. Noticing how every students in tha hall were staring at both of you, you shifted your weight from one leg to another leg uncomfortably. But the guy's Adorable bunny smile didn't go out of your notice. His eyes wrinkled as he tilted his face and asked you softly

"You okay? "

Blinking couple of times you nodded your head making him shyly scratch his nape and mumble 'thank god'. Your lips automatically curved up when your eyes landed on the ID card hung around his neck

"Jeon Jungkook"

Once realization hit you that you were now standing infront of your college's hearthrob while looking like a whole mess which you didn't care about that much until you bumped into him, your cheeks got tinted in a light blush. Pulling your lips in you tilted your head a bit to the side making your baby hairs fall over your face.

"Hey kook!"

A loud deep voice entered the ears of the people standing in the hall making them turn their heads to the two seniors waving their hands at Jungkook's direction, a big wide smile plastered know their face. Jungkook takes out his bracelet covered wrist from his pocket and waves at them. Jimin running towards us and wrapping his arm around the tall guy's shoulders he notices me and flashes me a smile

"Hey Y/N"

Waving your sweater paw at him as a hey you smiled. You met Jimin and Taehyung a couple of times before in some group works with seniors. You not really interested in gossips of the college noticed just a few days ago that Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook are the well known hot trio of this college.

"Y/N.."

Jungkook repeats your name to himself before looking at you once again , smiling while saying

"Sweet name"

His sweet honey voice saying your name was enough to melt you. If it was any other guy right now you would have simply said thank you for helping you pick up the books and walk away without saying anything but surprisingly Jeon Jungkook made you stop. "I'm hungry didn't have breakfast this morning" Taehyung whines while holding his tummy earning a slap on his head from Jimin. "we are going for lunch wanna join us? "

Jungkook asks you making you widen your eyes at the sudden invitation and Jungkook earning some smirks from the seniors beside him, Jimin elbowing his arm while wiggling his eyebrows. Jungkook simply rolled his eyes at his hyungs before looking at you for a reply. You glancing at your silver wrist watch said "I would love to but I should get going. I have some stuffs to do"

Jungkook quietly nods his head before flashing you a smile.

Is he always smiling?

You thought noticing that he had been smiling since the moment both of you met. "Y/N's always studying hard"

Taehyung says earning a nod from Jimin making you shyly scratch your nape.

The Brunnete haired approached you giving you a pat on your shoulder before saying "Study well but don't forget to have lunch okay? "

You flashed him a smile while nodding. Jungkook waving his hands at you as a 'bye' walked past you with the two boys. You looked back at three of them noticing that two of them were wearing hoodies and one of them were wearing full sleeved tees.

It's so hot these days why are they wearing hoodies on top of tees?

Shaking your head you quickened your pace and quickly got out of the college grounds. Walking to the bus stand while looking around at the cozy coffee shops on the streets you keep glancing at your watch from time to time to make sure that you're going on time or not.

Now here's a secret about you that no one knows

You're a student at an art college but you are also a student at a law school. Your father runs the family business of electronics. Yes the electronics company ranking the second best in the country out of all the other electronic companies, which he wants to hand over to your big brother after he retires. Your mother always wanted a child of her to be a sculptor. Borning late in the family with the talent of art you were forced to study this subject whereas you were interested in prosecution, catching criminals and stuffs. What you were most interested in were being a mafia or an assassin but you gave up on those dreams and decided to study law. Your parents only giving their all attention and care to their first born, didn't care about you that much. The only thing they wanted from you was becoming a great sculptor and bringing praise to your family.

After nights of confusion and judgement you decided to study in the law school that you got admitted, secretly with the money your grandparents left you. Your grandparents left some money for you and your brother before passing away and thankfully they were enough to pay for your study books expenses. But maintaining time for your law school as well as the art school was hard but you managed to make time after dropping off from some extra courses of the art college without telling your parents. But it was hectic. Your college hours starts from 7 am. And you have classes till 9am then a break at 9:15 am to 10:30 due to dropping off from some extra class. Your law classes starts from 9:30 so during the break you quickly leave the grounds and head off to the law classes. Then you return to the art college at 10:20 when it's a break at your law school. Then once again when it's a lunch break at the art school you head off to the law school while munching on some snacks, obviously not getting time to have proper lunch. And when it comes to events you had to make up excuses at the law school for not attending as your parents would obviously not skip their daughter's presentations.

It would be more hectic from today cuz you just applied to a job at a night club. There's a course for learning shooting at the law school but you don't have enough money to pay for that so it's time to earn some money.

•••

Stretching your arms while getting up from the seat you had been sitting on straight for 2 hours, you give a yawn before taking out a scrunchie and putting your hair up. All the classes for the day are done. Putting the back pack around your shoulder you bow at the teacher before leaving the school premises. Walking inside the bus and sitting on one of the seat you take out your phone and start typing to your mother , 'Mom I'll be late tonight as I got some extra lessons. Don't worry for me and you don't have to send car I'll come by bus'

"No one's gonna worry about me though"

You say to yourself while letting out a small laugh and looking out at the window. Everything vanishing from your sight at a fast pace as the vehicle picks up its speed upon seeing the empty road. Some of the street lights flickering due to not being fixed for several days now. You take out the 'guideline' paper of the bar you're gonna work in from backpack, going through the structure of the building in your mind and remembering all the rules explained to you yesterday when you went to apply for the job. This night club only seemed to be safe for you to work in now. By safe means you would have no worries of the common students who spends time in bars and clubs to see you. If anyone recognizes you then it's game over. Plus the pay is high too.

The phone screen lighting up as a notification popped up you unlocked the phone before seeing from whom the text is from.

Bro: heard you're coming late at night should I pick you up from the way while coming home?

"Geez already told him?"

You say to yourself once realizing that your mom told your brother to pick up but your brother being nice asked if you want to be picked up first or not. Smiling at his text before typing your reply It's ok you don't have to come. The office is far away from my college anyways. Get home safely.

Waiting for a few minutes to see his reply which you didn't get you turned off your phone and put it inside your bag. Looking out from the window thinking why he didn't reply when he saw your text whereas usually he would try to come pick you up, being the 'protective' brother. You got down from the bus as soon as the bus came to its stop. You walked for a few more minutes from the bus stop till arriving at your destination.

Hell's night club

•••

It's been only five minutes of you serving drinks but you're already tired. How can a human body and mind work for 13 hours straight without any rest. You did mess up some tables a couple of times for which you were now getting a scolding from the manager. You looking down bowing slightly while your hands in front of you.

"Miss Lee Y/N did you properly see the table numbers today? "

The old man asks to which you nod. "Then why are you messing up? " He asks in a raised voice making you flinch and quickly mumble a sorry. You lift your head up a bit to see the old man sighing while pinching his forehead, clearly visible that he's angry. "I'm letting you go as this is your first time don't make mistakes anymore"

He says making you bow and say

"Thank you"

He looked around trying to see if any waitresses are free. Sighing at how there's no one free without counting you he gave you a look before handing you a tray of various kinds of drinks. "Take this to table no. 14. And do not make any mistakes. They are regulars here I don't want them gone" Nodding at him you set off to find this table no. 14 . Noticing how your skirt got up a bit you tried pulling the skirt a bit down with one hand as the other one was holding the tray, you quickly withdraw your hand without fixing the skirt upon seeing the tray tremble in one hand. Quickly holding the tray in place and scanning if any drinks were spilled, you sigh in relief. You looked back to only lock eyes with the manager . He staring straight at you with his cold eyes. You gave a small awkward smile and walked towards table 14.

The table no. 14 seemed to be surrounded by many big men. All had some sort of tattoos on them. A familiar man sitting in the middle holding a pen and scribbling something on a notebook. His inked arms full on display as the silver earrings were still being able to shine despite the dullness in the scene. His long bangs falling before his eyes not letting anyone see the face beneath it.

You quietly approached the table and when you raised your eyes from the ground to the man sitting in the middle, your legs automatic came to a halt and your breath hitched.

Jeon Jungkook right there was sitting. The table in front occupied with various weapons and him sitting like a whole five course meal, fingers playing with the dangly earrings

This is totally not what I expected

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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Til death do us part | Helmut Zemo

Bodyguard AU! 🕶

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

I'll be waiting for your responses eagerly. Come at me!

Warnings: Blood. Stabbing.

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Part 13

The night of the party. Helmut had organised an outfit to be delivered to you before hand, so right now you have been in your room awaiting it.

You had been waiting in worry. Every possible outcome of how tonight could go had run through your head. You were certain Walker would make an appearance tonight and you had to be on high alert to protect Zemo.

A knock sounds at your door. You get up and answer it. One of the maids stands there with a box in her arms. She holds it to you. You take it, thanking her. The maid leaves. You close the door and walk over to your bed, where you then place the box. You open it.

You can't help the chuckle that escapes you.

You take out the expensive looking clothes. You already knew he had fine taste, but to think he would extend that to you, it was almost overwhelming. You don't think you've ever worn something that looked like it's price tag may have more zeroes than you're comfortable with.

Regardless, you put it on.

Just as you're about done getting ready, there is another knock at your door. This time you look at yourself in the mirror as your heart skips a beat. You don't look like you. At least, not a you that you've ever known. It felt strange not to be putting on your usual suit to do a job.

You looked amazing. There was no better way to put it.

Another knock.

"Come in."

Helmut opens the door and slips into the room. You watch him in the reflection of the mirror. You smile, unable to contain it. After his confession, you feel all the more giddy when you see him.

It comes as no surprise he is also dressed to the nines. The man has immaculate taste in everything.

He's smiling at you.

Helmut comes to stand behind you, but by the time he gets there, you're standing up and facing him. The way he looks at you makes you forget how to breathe for a moment and you have to try and gather yourself without looking like a fool.

He chuckles softly.

"Absolutely breathtaking," he whispers.

"Yes, you are," you say, not really meaning to say that out loud, but it's too late to take it back. You know he heard you because of his smile.

He reaches out. You do nothing as he pulls you a little closer and looks at you.

"Shall we?" He asks, voice soft and low.

You nod.

Helmut offers you his arm. You take it. You walk together upstairs to the main hall of the estate. When you get there you are greeted with a crowd of people. So many people. The whole estate had people walking around, laughing, chatting, and dancing.

"You went all out."

Helmut smiles smugly.

"I told you, my house, I'll do what I like. I wanted a party, so a party we shall have."

He guides you further into the room. He smiles at people as you both pass through the crowds.

You had to admit, it was a thrilling experience. You had never been to a party like this, well, as a guest anyway. Normally you were on the sidelines observing and looking for any trouble.

Speaking of, you briefly catch your friends on duty. They are scattered about the room, all in great spots should things happen, but you also wondered if it was enough.

If John Walker was serious about killing Zemo, then he would use this party to his advantage, and would be smart about it too. Zemo was practically inviting him into his own, daring him to come and try.

That's what worried you the most.

"May I have this dance?" The Baron asks, smiling at you in the centre of the room.

You chuckle softly.

"I suppose."

He rolls his eyes with a grin and pulls you in close. You hope he cannot hear your heart racing rapidly in your chest. This man was making you feel things you never thought you would ever experience. How could he get you to swoon with so few actions and words?

The smile he gives you is devastatingly handsome. You're resisting the urge to melt in his arms as his eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint.

You're pulling against his chest, his face right close to your ear. You don't have to look to know he's smiling.

"See? Nothing to worry about. Just the two of us dancing in a crowded room."

"You realise that's what worries me? The room is packed with people. He could be here."

Helmut moves his head so he can look at you. His expression has fallen into something more serious.

"I won't let him hurt you."

"Stop it. That's my job. My life before yours," you tell him.

He shakes his head slowly.

"You don't understand, darling. I'm not here tonight as the Baron. I'm here as Colonel Zemo. I don't care of you're my bodyguard. Walker is a dead man if I see him, and then I'm going to take you in a proper date. I'm serious about you."

You stare at him, looking for a hint that he was messing with you, but you found nothing.

"Colonel Zemo?" You whisper.

Oh. Hearing you say that made his spine tingle. His eyes drop to your lips. You notice that. His eyes return to yours. He doesn't hesitate to kiss you.

You melt against him at last.

You give yourself to him fully. It's safe to say, you have made Helmut Zemo the proudest and happiest man in the world.

His lips were soft and warm. Your fingers, which were threading through his hair, felt how soft and fluffy his hair was. These aren't things you had thought about before, but now you write sure you wouldn't be forgetting this moment.

You wanted to stay like that forever.

Screaming.

You hear screaming.

Both of you part ways and turn your head sharply in the direction it was coming from. Helmut wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him. His gaze is hard and cold as he tries to find out what's going on.

Though you're still flustered from the kiss, you are quick to get your head back into the game.

You realise what he's doing and switch it up, pulling him behind you roughly. He is less than impressed of your move.

More screaming. People begin to scatter.

"Let me protect you," he hisses in your ear.

You turn to face him and shake your head.

"Y/N."

A gunshot rings out. You give Helmut a hard shove. He scatters backwards,unable to grab onto anything to stay upright. You look up and nod.

Natasha had her eyes in you. She nods back and does not hesitate to hop over the railing of the balcony above. She lands with a hard thud and hurried over to where the Colonel was now sitting up.

You're gone. He can't see you. In that second you had pushed him, you had rushed off and now he couldn't see you.

"Y/N!"

Natasha grabs him by the arms and pulls him up. He doesn't even look at her. He tries to push her away to go look for you, but she's tougher than she looks. Natasha holds him back.

"We have to go."

"No. If this is Walker, Y/N is not safe," he growls.

"Look, I know you're in love with them, we love them too, but Steve made a promise with them and I'm not about to break it."

Helmut turns to look at her sharply.

"What did they promise?"

"That we would carry on with our duty no matter what happened."

He glares harshly. He is not here to play nice. Helmut had only just won you over, he was not about to lose you now.

"Let go of me."

She does not.

"That's an order."

She releases him. He adjusts his jacket and storms off through the crowds, who were making their way out. This was not the party they had come for.

Natasha sighs.

"Forgive me, Y/N." She storms off after Zemo, not willing to let him go alone.

When you pushed Zemo down, your eyes caught sight of the man you hated more than anyone. He was smirking at you. He bolted the moment you saw him. You gave chase. You chased him up the long staircase, away from the party.

The crowds were thinning, he would have no one to hide behind. That also left you open too.

You saw him dart into one of the guest bedrooms. You rushed over to the door and opened it rapidly, coming to a step inside.

You didn't see Walker.

However, the room wasn't empty. Hoskins, Walker's right hand man, was standing opposite you. He had a gun in his hand, aimed right at you.

"Where is he?" You ask.

"Not here."

"This is a trap isn't it?"

He smiles, but it's not a happy smile.

"You've left the Baron's side. He's exposed."

"I can assure you, he is well guarded."

"Is he? Do you even know who you are up against?"

"I know the type of person I'm up against," you say, heart beating faster than you would like.

You're scared. You are genuinely scared.

Hoskins can see your fear.

"You're afraid. Walker already has an advantage over you."

You shake your head.

"This is a trap."

"You're smart. He likes that. Heike was smart too. It's something he loved about her."

You shake your head and turn around quickly. However, your exit is blocked. Walker stands menacingly in the doorway. He stares down at you with a sinister grin upon his face.

In his hand is a knife, glistening in the light.

Your fear grows. You didn't want to be here. You didn't want to be alone.

"Helmut..." you whisper.

Walker steps closer.

"It's a shame he had to fall in love with you. If he hadn't, your life wouldn't matter so much to me. Now, I need to use you to break down his walls."

"He will kill you," you stay, trying to keep your voice level.

"No. He will bend to me. He will kneel down and do whatever I want him to. He will bend to me."

It happens so quickly.

The knife is plunged into your abdomen. You can only stare wide eyed at Walker as your hand grab at his wrist. Even in your panicked state, where you stand with a knife in you, you know you need that knife to stay there.

Walker knows you need that knife to stay there.

That's why he takes it out.

You fall to your knees as your hands try cover the wound. He drops the knife near you and gives you a push a with his boot clad foot. You topple over and gasp loudly. Tears fall, gasps escape your lips rapidly.

Your blood was warm in your hands.

Walker and Hoskins step over you and leave. You lie there, hands at your stomach, eyes trained on the door.

You were supposed to protect him.

Helmut...

As if he had heard your thoughts, the man himself enters the room. It was the only room on this floor with door left wide open.

Walker and Hoskins were long gone.

All thoughts leave him as he kneels down beside you. He cradles you, trying to be mindful of your wounds, but he is so overcome with worry, he isn't careful enough.

"No. No!"

You look up at him. You're bleeding all over him now.

"Helmut..."

He hushes you, look down at you as he place one hand on your cheek. He needs you to look at him.

"Why did you have to run off like that?"

You go to answer but he stops you.

Natasha enters in a rush. She can't believe what she's seeing. This is far worse than last time. There was so much red.

"GET HELP!" Helmut yells, looking up at her.

Natasha scurried away.

You cry softly.

Helmut leans down and presses soft, though slightly sloppy, kisses to your forehead. He cradles you to him, using one hand to press over yours where the wound bled profusely.

"You'll be OK. You're going to be fine."

You can only cry softly as you try to cling to his warmth.

You can hear his soft cries. You can feel his heart hammering away inside his chest.

"Helmut..."

"Don't talk," he says, closing his eyes as he holds you. You were going to be alright. He would make sure of it. He will look after you.

"I love you."

He looks down at you quickly, lips parted as he tries to work put if he actually heard that.

"I love you," you said again.

"You do?" He asks, softly.

You manage a smile.

"I do."

It's then your eyes flutter closed. Panic sets in and he gives you a shake.

"Stay awake."

You keep your eyes closed.

"Y/N, stay awake!"

Nothing.

Steve and Bucky reach the end of the corridor. Natasha had called for help, passing them along the way. As quickly as she could, she told them what happened.

As they reached the hall, they come to a stop.

A sound so broken comes from up ahead.

A cry so sad, so broken, so devastated, halts them in their tracks.

And they know it belongs to the Baron.

Both of them take off.

They reach the doorway and both want to take back everything they thought they were seeing.

They wanted to believe they weren't looking at Baron Helmut Zemo cradling your body.

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nincompoopydoo · 3 years

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PAIRING, BAGELS, REPEAT

— I’VE SEEN FIRE, I’VE SEEN RAIN ; PART 2 / ?

PAIRING: Bruce Wayne x reader

WORD COUNT: 1909

SUMMARY: Being laid off isn’t very fun but Bruce tends to find himself even more entangled in your life, including his alter ego—Batman.

A/N: I’m loving this series and if you are, feedback is appreciated. Thank you for reading my crappy stuff aka my daydreams <3

WARNINGS: Guns! Death threats! Crying! A mental breakdown!

MASTERLIST ; MASTERPOST

James Taylor’s Fire and Rain plays like a funeral hymn on the record player, echoing through your studio apartment. You’re sitting on the ground, back against the ratty couch with a pizza box on your lap. You take a bite of a BBQ Chicken pizza slice, furiously wiping your tears away as you replayed the events from six hours ago. From being called to the principal's office to only be told that you’re one of the non-tenured teachers to be laid off due to cutbacks. Gotham High was...a tough school. The students were mean to you because well, you're young and always gave them the benefit of the doubt. Plus, you taught English Literature and frankly, your students didn’t exactly enjoy the subject as much as you wanted them to. Nevertheless, you’re devastated. Teaching was a dream of yours, and it’s being taken away from you. You cried all the way back home, tried to call your mother but it kept going to voicemail. You must have called someone else, but you don’t remember and couldn’t care less to check your phone—the whole day went by like a blur.

Then, there’s a sound. An insistent buzz, it’s the doorbell. You furrow your brows, not recalling ordering anything else other than the large pizza from Domino’s. Yet, it doesn’t cease, and you’re forced to bring yourself to stand on your feet, instinctively flattening your tousled hair to make yourself seem somewhat presentable. Like, you’re doing fine and you have everything completely under control. Maybe, you did call your mother, and she’s at the door. You’re hoping she is although she’s going to kill you for the mess.

Another buzz and you’re toddling across the wooden flooring and towards the doorway. It’s starting to become infuriating by the second, like a house fly don’t won’t stop bugging you. Considering the mood you’re in, it doesn’t take much to tick you off. Swinging the door open, you expected to see the radiant face of your mother but to your surprise, it’s not.

It’s Bruce.

Shit.

You haven’t seen him in two weeks.

You nearly choke at the sight of him in a slightly crumpled oxford blue dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, hair as much of a mess as yours and tired eyes staring down at you with concern. You note how Bruce is very charming, no matter how disarrayed he is. Meanwhile, you’re realizing the current state must be a little startling. Your eyes are probably bloodshot, hair still in a tangled mess and glaring tomato stains everywhere on your GCU t-shirt. This is such a low point for you.

“Bruce,” you say, voice raising an octave with wide eyes as you stare at him like he’s grown another head, “What are you doing here?” His frown is immediate, seemingly confused by your question. “You called me.” He gestures to his phone within his grasp. “It sounded bad even though I couldn’t make out what you were saying half of the time,” He chuckles and holds up a familiar looking paper bag “So, I got you bagels. Three of them. Thought you could use some of these.”

It takes a second or two for you to finally process what he just told you before your emotionally wrecked brain decides to do the most irrational thing ever—You just start sobbing. You’re crying so hard that it terrifies Bruce. He blinks, thoughts racing. The sight of you in complete misery strikes him like a punch to his gut and for the first time, he doesn’t know what to do. Not immediately. Yet, through glassy eyes, you manage to notice the way his face dropped and morphed into pure horror. Justification is key, you don’t want to weird him out and think you’re crazy. You wave your hand in the air dismissively, rubbing your eyes as you spoke between strangled sobs. “I’m sorry, it’s been a tough day and that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me all week.”

Oh.

Your words are a tug to the heartstrings, and it sends his head reeling but relief was all that overwhelmed him. Bruce would never wish to see you hurt, especially when it’s caused by him. Actions of affection were primarily reserved for those closest to him, but he never experienced the urge to be intimate and care so much for a person ever since his parents died. Yet, out of everyone, you’re the one that brings out the most in him. Moving closer to you, he reaches and pulls you in a hesitant embrace. You stiffened at the mere touch of his arms around you, unsure of what to do with yourself.

Sure, you had a fair share of intimate moments with the man but this, this was different. You couldn’t shake the thought of how something so warm felt so right, smelt right. Despite the fact you had been trying to suppress your feelings for Bruce, and this was doing the exact opposite of that, you can’t help but feel this was what you needed at the moment. So, you let your body sag, muscles becoming loose and you let yourself truly cry for the first time.

You end up inviting him in later, when your tears are dry. You eat two of the bagels, sharing the last one with him. You called a peace offering, a gift of appreciation, for the whole emotional massacre you unexpectedly shoved at him. He simply laughs, eyes crinkling with fondness. He thinks you’re beautiful, especially when your hair is wild, laughing like you don’t have a care in the world. It’s what keeps him grounded, to know you’re raw and very real. The next thing you know, you end up shuffling cards of UNO until the wee hours of the morning—exchanging knowing smiles and Bruce trying to pick a Wild Draw card from the deck to get you to lose. But, he lets you win anyway.

He slept on your couch that night, still in his dress shirt. You must've peeked a glance at his sleeping form, squeezed onto the couch that’s clearly too small for him. Cute. You snap a picture before heading to bed. For blackmail purposes, of course.

You end up working a night shift at a burger joint called Big Belly Burger somewhere in midtown. Your first week comes and goes, and you’re starting to hate how your uniform itches and how the restaurant can get really filthy by the end of the day. Yet, it’s the kids from Cameron Kane High that come after school that keeps you going because it makes you miss being a teacher even though they tend to leave a mess after a meal.

Thursday comes and you’re exhausted. Even so, you’re thankful it’s a slow night. You’ve done all your cleaning duties earlier on and Lucie, the manager went out to buy a pack of cigarettes from the convenience store around the corner. Hence, it’s just you, slumped against the counter, devouring a Triple Belly Burger.

You’re half way through the burger when you hear the door swing open. Expecting to see Lucie, you turned around to see two men brandishing handguns your way. “Everything from the register, now!” The taller masked man shouted, gun gesturing to the cash register. Your eyes are wide, and you can feel your chest heaving. There was no way you’ll be able to fight them. Not two of them with guns pointed at you.

The burger drops from your hand and so does your heart. With trembling hands, you slide the drawer of the cash register open and begin pulling out dollar notes. From the corner of your eye, you spot your phone on the counter, close enough for you to make an emergency call. Your eyes scan the two men wearily and with every ounce of courage you had left, you managed to unlock your phone, pulled up the messaging app and texted the first name on the list: Bruce Wayne.

help, was all you managed to say.

To say your luck ran out was an understatement; you were never lucky anyway. One of the robbers must have caught on to what you were doing and just as the call goes through, he snatches your phone away, throws it onto the ground and shoots it.

So close, yet so far.

You don't know if the message got through.

The muzzle is now inches away from your forehead, and you hear the cock of the gun. “Don’t you dare pull somethin’ funny like or I’ll blow your brains out. Give us the money, now.” It was in that moment, your tears give way and your life flashes before your eyes. You pray for a miracle, a savior.

Then, you see him.

A looming figure appears by the doorway and your breath hitches. It’s Batman, looking like a Goddamn angel. The robbers seem to realize this too, guns quickly directed towards the vigilante. He launches batarangs to the pair of men and immediately disarms them. In a flash, he knocks them out, unconscious bodies dropping to the ground like dead flies.

You stare at him in awe although he’s very frightening and intimidating but Batman...just saved you. Now, this is a story you’re going to be telling everybody until the day you die. He approaches you with caution, and you instinctively take a step back. Then, he calls you by your name like it’s second nature. You stare at him with blank amazement, brows raised.

“You know my name?” Your voice dwindled; It’s so soft and timid you hardly hear yourself. Despite the mask, the vigilante looks like his brain just short-circuited for a moment. He clears his throat.

“...Bruce has mentioned you.”

You ignore how his synthetic voice makes every hair on the back of your neck stand and the familiarity that struck for a split second when he said your name because you’re too wrapped up with the fact that Bruce has discussed about you to his other ‘best friend’ as one might call it. Brooding over this lump of a thought, the corner of your mouth twitches. “He did?” you say with a hint of affection. It’s hard to read the man under the mask, whoever he was but you’re certain he looked taken aback by your response. Maybe, it was the way you delivered it—the longing in the very core of the expression. You may have outed your feelings for Bruce to...Batman.

This doesn’t get any stranger than that.

“Yes,” he replies curtly, and you hear the police sirens afar. “Are you hurt?” Like the true caretaker of Gotham, he wants to be sure you haven’t been injured. You shake your head, lips pressed together. The whaling of the police sirens grow louder, lights of red and blue flashing before your eyes. He appears like a shadow against the glaring lights from the police cruisers and before you can blink, he flees with a muttered ‘Goodnight’ and disappears before the police come flooding in and does Lucie. The poor woman looked at with frantic eyes as soon as she glimpsed the two men on the ground, groaning in pain.

The glint of the batarang on the floor captures your attention, you smile at this.

You may or may not have taken it back to your apartment that currently sits proudly on the bookshelf in your living room.

You’re so telling Bruce.

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wildlittlefoxsworld · 4 years

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Feeling alive | The Old Guard | Booker x Fem!Reader

A/N: not from The Old Guard, but I like it anyway

Based on the following request from nonnie:

"I saw that you’re taking requests for The Old Guard. Booker/fem!reader, rough shower sex (maybe after a mission so covered in blood). I feel like this is a really weird request but I just can’t get the image out of my head 😅 Thanks for writing about The Old Guard! I’m looking forward to reading the requests you fill!"

Warnings: rough shower sex, vaginal fingering, little bit of angst

Words: 1.3 k

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The dirt and blood were sticky on your skin, most of the blood was your own and of your enemies. You died three times today and you boiled with rage about the mission. There were more men than you expected and even after you killed all of them, you didn't feel better. The most anger caused that you watched your beloved husband dying as often as you did.

You arrived the safehouse that actually was the house Booker and you bought at first as married couple in 1855. It didn't change much since then, only it had electricity and running water now. Four bedrooms with the same number bathrooms and a large garden where grew variotions of flowers and other plants now, because no one took care anymore, but you liked it that way.

You squeezed Booker's hand when you exited the stolen car, because the previous one was destroyed by a bomb. You took hold of his hand and he kissed the back of your hand, despite it was covered in blood. He wanted to assure you that the both of you were safe now. “I love you,” you mouthed and Booker smiled at you.

But it couldn't calm you down. The substances on your skin were itchy and you wanted it and your clothes off. You entered the house at first and stripped of your combat boots, your weapons and guns followed, clattering loud on the floor. You turned around and your husband looked at you intensively.

“Join me in the shower,” you demanded and Booker didn't need to asked twice, he dragged you forward with a firm grip on your hip to climb up the stairs.

You stumbled kissing inside the bathroom, your hands in his hair and his tongue in your mouth. That wasn't about love making, your kiss was messy and you broke it from time to time to tear the clothes of each other. Finally naked he picked you up and walked with you in the shower. Your bare back hit the cold tiles.

“Never again, ma chérie. I can't bear to see you another time dying. Everytime I think it could be the last time and an eternity without you would be a never ending misery.”

The words were mumbled against your throat before Booker nibbled on your skin, but you needed more than tender affection. You needed to feel alive again. You fisted his hair and pulled his mouth back on yours, you kissed him roughly and he dug his fingers painfully in the soft flesh of your thighs.

You touched each other in the places they'd been hurt, only bloodstained skin remained and you had to make sure everything had healed, only to scratch with blunt nails over the spots. Bruises were formed from kisses and harsh touches, but faded soon that no eye could catch a view.

Booker wandered back to your throat and sucked on your pulse, his teeth bit in your shoulder and you squeaked at the sudden pain, but his tongue licked soothingly over it. “I need to have you now,” he growled in your ear and pressed his errect member against your pussy. You gasped and Booker used the oppurtunity to stuck two fingers in your mouth, you run your tongue over them and he pushed them deeper but pulled out before you would gag.

He nudged the hand between your bodies and pluging his fingers inside your awaiting hole, drawing them in and out, making you cry out for more, deeper, harder. You moaned loudly and throw your head back while riding yourself on his fingers. Your body shaked with pleasure when his lips closed around one of your nipples and sucked hard on it, tongue circling and switching to the other. The saturated noises filled the air as he opened you up with a third finger, sliding through your juices. Your head were clouded with lust and all you could focus on was how much he pleasure he gave you.

“Sebastien, please, fuck me. Don't make me wait,” you begged and rocked your hips desperately against him.

“You want me to stick my dick in you, take you long and deep?” He spoke sultry and you nodded frequently.

The shower sprayed over you, washing off the blood, gore and sweat. Booker kissed you again, his tongue tracing the back of your teeth and your fingers dug into his shoulder blades, feeling the defined muscles as he shifted the both of you, so you could sink down his cock with his help. It felt so good to have him pressed against you, his cock perfectly seated in you.

The knowing that he was still with you after all the dying and awakening gave you inner peace, but to be sure it was real you encourage him to move. You moaned when he followed your silent command and buried him deep in your tight pussy again and again.

Your hands dragged over his shoulders to his biceps that flexed everytime he pushed you against the wall, your back was slippery and it was a little difficult to fuck in this way. But you didn't care, all that mattered was Booker, your Sebastien. Blonde, wet hair and his piercing, wild stare out of stormy grey eyes. Your eyes were locked when he picked up the pace, the tip of his cock hitting in a different angle and you shuddered at the increasing pleasure.

God, it felt good. It was incredible that even after 170 years of marriage he could bring you the same pleasure like the first day he fucked you in your wedding night. You laid a hand in his neck and pulled him closer until your forehead touched. His hot breath collided with the skin of your face and you got him panting when you began to move with him.

Booker straightened his back and pressed you hard on the shower wall, his head buried in the soft hollow of your neck and his low groaning in your ear everytime he shoved back in. Everything was pleasure, and heat, and force, and wetness.

“You're taking my cock so good,” Booker praised you and his strangled voice sounded like he was near his climax, the words made you clenching your pussy.

He fucked you hard and fast, driving into you, gripping your hips bruisingly for leverage. The obscenely loud moans that slipped out of your mouth made him only move quicker.

“Oh babe,” you said breathlessly and pulled on the roots of his hair. Your toes curled when you felt your orgasm approaching. “I'm almost there, Sebastien. You come with me?”

You whined as his cock thrusted in as deep as he could go and his movement went sloppier. “Ah fuck,” Booker cursed as he filled you with his cum.

He catched your mouth in a kiss and swallowed your cry as you came shaking undone. You rode your high together and breathed fast as you savoured the after bliss.

“Ma chérie, I love it when we have this kind of hot, wild sex. But now I want to hold you close in my arms and cuddle you all night,” Booker whispered on your lips and you shared a lazy, lovingly kiss.

He pulled carefully out of you and placed you down on wobbling legs. You held onto him when you felt the water had gone cold. “Bring me in our warm bed.”

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angelbabyszn · 4 years

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Something Real (Sad Eyes X Reader)

Gif by @merakiaes

Requested!

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"Y/N, please get out of your room. It's been two weeks. Come back into society. I need my big sister back." said Ruby as he leans against your bedroom door outside in the house after knocking on your door.

You recently broke up with Joker. A Santo member who was toxic to you.

For some odd reason, you didn't feel any sadness and anger. You weren't really into him at the start, you were into another member of the Santos, Sad Eyes.

The reason why you locked yourself up in your room to find yourself back and it oddly worked. You felt great as you finally reached a point that you were in a good place mentally and doing a lot of self-care.

Your family thinks you've been crying, blowing up his phone for hours, and eating ice cream while watching romantic movies like you usually do once you end a relationship.

Not this time. It was totally different and you were proud of yourself.

You got up from your desk to your bedroom door to unlock it. You opened it, making Ruby fall and landing on the floor. You giggle cause you knew he was eavesdropping.

"Y/N!" shouted Ruby as he quickly got up and hugged you tight. You miss your little brother a lot. You wish you didn't have to shut him out for you to be yourself again but you wanted to come back better.

"I miss you little mano." you said after the hug ended and rub Ruby's hair crazy, making Ruby quickly stop you.

"Hey! Don't ruin the hair! I have a hangout later on today." said Ruby as he walks into your bedroom and fixes his hair in your mirror.

"You mean a date with Jasmine?" you said with your arms crossed against your chest and a smirk, making Ruby stop and look at you with wide eyes in shock.

"Ruby, these walls ain't thick." you said and Ruby rolled his eyes and continued to fix his hair with his hands.

You grab your comb from your dresser and walk behind him. You stopped his hands and started to fix it with the comb through his hair.

"I think she's the right girl for you. She has been trying to get with you forever. Not being on sides but you're was kinda stupid not accepting her earlier. A regular girl would have moved on a long time ago. " you said, making Ruby have an upset face in the mirror.

"Anyways, are you back to yourself, Y/N? I told you that dude was a a*shole." said Ruby and you stopped combing his hair and looked in the mirror to see him.

"Yeah. I know. I wasn't into him for real." you said as you sit the comb on the dresser again and sit down on the edge of your bed, making Ruby quickly turn to you quickly.

"Wait, are you serious? If you are, then why date him?" asked Ruby as he walked over and sat next to you.

"I don't know. I think to distract myself from thinking about-"

"Y/N. Stop." said Ruby and you quickly looked at him with an upset face.

"Ruby, you can't stop me from liking somebody." you said as you looked at him seriously.

You just realized you put yourself through a toxic relationship to stop thinking about Sad Eyes.

After learning that, you put yourself back together and now you are better today and hopefully Ruby and the rest of your family will see that someday.

"I don't trust him. I don't approve of it. Especially now. Even though you just got out of a toxic relationship, you shouldn't get with somebody after that type of s*it happened. If you do, he would be a rebound." said Ruby and he starts to walk out of your room until he stops and looks back at you.

"Please...don't go out with him. Take it from your familia." said Ruby and he continues to walk out of your bedroom.

You lean back on your bed and then start to stare up at the ceiling starting to go deep into your mind until you hear your phone go off.

You sit up on your bed and grab your phone that was charging on your bed and unplug it so you can see what it is.

You saw a message on your phone and your heart skipped a beat and smiled. It was Sad Eyes.

He has been texting you ever since you broke up with Joker making sure you're okay.

You lean back on your bed again slowly as you look at his message and start to imagine scenarios in your head wondering what it would be like dating him in real life.

An hour later, you were on your way to get groceries. You were passing Spooky and Cesar's house with some of the gang members all over the front lawn.

"Y/N, where have you been?"

You stop walking and turn your head to see Sad Eyes coming up to you and giving you a hug.

You quickly hugged him back as you felt safe in his arms. You miss hanging out with him.

Sad Eyes stopped hugging you and he looked at you and your outfit. You were wearing a no sleeve red bodysuit with jean shorts on, gold vans, and your hair down straight.

"Look at Sad Eyes going soft for Y/N."

You turned your head again to see Spooky looking at you and Sad Eyes while smoking, making a few of the Santos chuckling underneath their breath.

"Dude. It's not like that." said Sad Eyes with a tone to his voice at Spooky.

“Whatever, mano. You’re fooling yourself.” said Spooky, knowing that it is.

"What are you wearing?" said Sad Eyes and you looked down at your outfit and looked back up at him.

"Clothes. I got to go." you said as you tried to pass him but he stopped you.

"You are going nowhere wearing that." said Sad Eyes and looked at you up and down.

"Says the Santo who's looking at me now." you said with a smirk with your arms crossed against your chest. He immediately stops and Spooky and the other Santos laugh.

"Y/N. I'm serious. I'm going with you." said Sad Eyes. Knowing he won’t be convinced, you continued to walk down the sidewalk with Sad Eyes following you from behind.

An hour later, you and Sad Eyes exited the store. He was carrying the food in two big bags for you.

"You didn't have to do that for me." you said as you two walked to the side in front of the store to sit down on a bench.

"Why couldn't I? I'm just here to keep you safe, reina." said Sad Eyes as he looked at you with a smile.

You love his smile so much. You completely fell for him deep and he doesn't even know.

"Thanks. I bet you have an amazing girlfriend." you said, making Sad Eyes quickly giving you his attention.

"Y/N, I'm single. Why do you think I was with somebody?" asked Sad Eyes as he looked at you puzzled.

"I don't know...you're just a really great guy and I thought-"

"You thought wrong. I'm actually into somebody." said Sad Eyes as he smirks at you. That broke your heart.

It didn't break completely but it still hurts. You felt jealousy going through your body a little bit.

"Really? Who is she?" you asked as you start to lean a bit closer to Sad Eyes to get some answers.

Right before he could respond, he got a phone call and picked up after two rings. Two minutes later, he hung up.

"Y/N, I've loved to take you home but I got to do something for the gang. I'll get you a ride home." said Sad Eyes as he stands up and looks at you.

"It's fine. I'll walk home. I'm not that far from my house." you said as you grab your two bags of groceries while standing up.

"Are you sure? I can get Spooky to take you home. I don't want nothing bad to happen to you." said Sad Eyes as he got closer to you with concern in his eyes.

His concern is another thing that made you like him more. Nobody ever asked you often if you were okay and cared about you other than your family.

"Sí. Perfectamente bien." you said and did a warm smile so he won’t worry.

Sad Eyes slowly backed away from you to make sure you are okay and a few moments later, he starts to jog away to do his task.

You sighed and started walking down the sidewalk with your groceries.

A few minutes later, you were almost home until a car beeped, making you jump surprised. You turned your head and you gasped at the sight of your eyes.

You never thought you would see your toxic ex again. He got out of his ride and he slowly walked up to you. You drop your groceries in fear.

"How are you doing baby?" asked Joker. You didn't respond because you were not feeling safe and felt he was going to do something to you.

"I said," said Joker and he put his right hand on your neck and he gripped on it. You try to move his hand to breathe but he won't budge "How are you doing baby?"

"You motherf*cker."

You and Joker's eyes looked to the sound of the voice. You felt your spirit lifted to see Sad Eyes pointing his gun to the side of Joker's head.

"Put her down...now." said Sad Eyes in a deep tone of voice that sounded dangerous to you. Joker smirked and he moved his hand from your neck, making you drop on the ground and try to catch your breath again.

"You have the f*cking nerve to put Y/N through a dangerous and toxic relationship, betray the gang, and come back into our streets?!" yelled Sad Eyes as he stared into Joker's eyes, furiously. You quickly get up from the ground and get behind Sad Eyes a few feet away.

"What happened to you? You used to be my amigo." said Sad Eyes furiously as he starts to remember his friendship with him throughout the years.

"Wanna know what happened? Y/N's the reason." said Joker with a smirk and Sad Eyes turned back to see you frightened in fear and he turned back to your toxic ex.

"She's too good. She gave me everything I wanted and needed. She was the girl that I wanted my whole life." said Joker, making Sad Eyes punch him causing you to gasp.

"Then I found out she was into you. She was using me as a distraction to stop thinking about you." said Joker on the ground with a bloody nose and Sad Eyes slowly looked back at you again.

"Is that true?" asked Sad Eyes as he looked at you for answers. Right before you could respond, Sad Eyes got hit by the end of Joker's gun, ending him on the ground.

"Sad Eyes!" you shouted and you held a gun click. It made your attention back to Joker as he was pointing a gun at you while walking slowly up to you. You slowly backed away with your hands up.

"After I found that out, I decided to join the Prophet$ to get revenge after our break up." said Joker with an evil smirk.

"You never actually like me! You only liked me for my body and you know it! It was always about you! Your pleasure! What you wanted! Not what I wanted! That's what our relationship toxic, you a*shole!" you yelled at him furiously as tears started to flow down your face.

"Toxic? I don't think it was. It was beautiful. Until you got feelings for this jacka*s over here so I'm here to finish the job to be fully accepted into the gang...killing him." said Joker and he turns around to Sad Eyes to point the gun at him again but he wasn't there.

"What the h-"

Sad Eyes punches Joker again mid sentence and ends him dropping to the ground again. Sad Eyes starts to beat him up on the ground with Joker trying to fight back.

You started to scream, not knowing what to do as the two men fought with their life on the line as guns were involved around them.

"This is for betraying Santos." said Sad Eyes in a deep furious rage voice and punched Joker's face again.

"And this is for Y/N. The most amazing and beautiful girl you're ever regret messing with in your f*cking life!" shouted Sad Eyes furiously as he punches Joker multiple times ending with a bone cracking.

Sad Eyes groaned tired while slowly got up on his feet with two bloody hands dripping from his hand to the ground.

Sad Eyes slowly look at you and you quickly run up to him and hug him tight while crying. Him makes a noise that sounds like he's hurt.

He looks down at you and sees you crying into his chest with your arms wrapped around his waist

"Hug me back...please." you said softly in Sad Eyes chest as tears were flowing down your cheeks. Sad Eyes hesitated for a moment until he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist.

You did a soft smile as you felt safe again in his arms. You couldn't believe that just happened now with Joker knocked out not knowing if he's alive or not.

You started to think about this all happening again another day, making you scared again and start to tense up. Sad Eyes started to shush you quietly to calm you down.

"It's over. You don't have to worry about him ever again." said Sad Eyes softly as you slowly nodded.

Sad Eyes was feeling sad because he never wanted this to happen to you. Sadly, it happens to everyone one day while living on the block.

An hour later, you and Sad Eyes were sitting on the couch together at your house trying to process what happened quietly. Abuela stops Sad Eyes bleeding and puts stitches on his face a few minutes ago leaving both of you alone.

Sad Eyes turned his head to see you looking down at your lap and playing with your own fingers.

"I actually mean it." said Sad Eyes, making you stop and look at him confused.

"The whole 'amazing and beautiful girl' thing." said Sad Eyes and your eyes widened as you remember him saying that to Joker.

"Really?" you asked and Sad Eyes nodded. He scouted a bit closer to you causing your heart to start to beat a little bit faster.

Sad Eyes gets even closer to you and he grabs your right cheek and starts to caress it. He starts to stare into your eyes to see your whole true soul before kissing you softly.

You felt your whole soul lifted and completed as your heart being out of your chest as Sad Eyes kisses you with his rough lips.

After that sweet kiss ended, you decided to come clean.

"Sad Eyes, I really like you. A long time now. I think I might, no I've fallen for you. Deep. Before I dated Joker. I'm so sorry. If I just came out like right now, none of this wouldn't-"

Sad Eyes kisses you again to stop your rambling and you kiss him back almost immediately. After the kiss, both of you leaned your foreheads together and clucked quietly making a memory.

"What the h*ll is going on here?!"

You and Sad Eyes quickly got up from the couch and turned around to see your whole family shocked, especially Ruby.

Ruby was about to yell again at you until you decided to start talking first.

"I can't do this anymore. My familia, I like him. So much. I really do. I want to be with him. He wants to be with me too. Please..." you said to your family and Sad Eyes grabbed your hand and held it with his.

"Fine. If he broke your heart, I'll kill him." said Ruby seriously with his arms crossed against his chest until your mom hit him on his arm. Ruby held his arm in pain which made everybody but him chuckle.

"I won't. I promise." said Sad Eyes and kissed you again.

He never broke that promise.

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seizethesam · 4 years

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Ode to an Angel-Chapter 1

Summary: You had been alone in this apocalyptic world since you got seperated from your old group and lost your brother. You were on your way to an old metal factory in the hopes of finding your former group when a herd of walkers dragged you in to the woods. You took refuge in a hut, where you met him. You have got a long road ahead and some reckoning to do.

A/N: Hey guys! the first chapter of my brand new Daryl series is finally here. I wrote for Sam Drake for a short period of time and took a looong hiatus. But it is finally time for reunion. I hope you will all enjoy it. Happy reading!!! xx seizethesam

Pearing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

This chapter’s recommended song is “My Least Favorite Life from “True Detective” by Lera Lynn.

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"So he took his wings, and fled;

Then the morn blushed rosy red.

I dried my tears, and armed my fears

With ten thousand shields and spears. "

-William Blake

The forest was not acting on your behalf. Every tree you dodged was slowing you down, which was the last thing you wanted. The herd of dead was gaining on you, limping their ways towards your direction. You assumed that there were at least thirty of them —and let's be honest, you could not take all of them.

You were exhausted, the only thing you wanted the most right now was laying on a comfortable bed, eating whatever snack you would wish to have. But no... Those days were over a long time ago. Now the only things you had were starvation, exhaustion, loneliness, and a bunch of walking dead that were hungry for your soft flesh.

You had been trying to push your happy remembrances to the back of your memory for a long time now that you started to fear if you had forgotten them. Your mom, dad, brother—No, you would never- could never forget him. He had been your rock since the world went to shit, he had been doing everything in his power to keep you safe.

Now you were alone in god knows where. You were making your way towards the old metal factory outside the city where your former group could’ve settled when the herd came out of nowhere and led you into the woods.

You glanced back at the herd and saw that you have outrun them enough to catch your breath for a second. You stopped and leaned your back against a tree, trying to stabilize your fast-paced breathing. The loud growling of the herd was filling your ears and the smell of the rotten flesh was starting to water your eyes, making your vision blurry. For split second you close your eyes, take a deep breath to motivate yourself to continue running.

Growling sounds of the herd were exploding among the trees and meeting with your ears in a raucous matter. I need to move, now... The earth was rough under your feet despite your shoes. You could not remember how long you had been on the road like this; an excruciatingly uncomfortable backpack on your back, a gun around your thigh, and a knife attached to your belt… The blisters forming on the soles of your feet told you that it had been a long time, real long time.

You began walking through the dark green trees. The Georgian sun was shining through the tree branches, falling on your skin to warm your flesh. Your legs were failing to carry the weight, and eyes were struggling to stay open due to the lack of energy. You didn’t even remember the last time your belly was full let alone remembering eating something decent. For the past few weeks, your menu consisted of energy bars and crappy canned food.

Today on your lunch was half a can of beans and two sips of water. The sun was getting closer to its horizon as reddish sun rays reflected upon the shiny green tree leaves, the scenery imitated a thousand sunsets all at once. Your heart leaps up at the beauty of the moment. There still are good things. That was what you wanted to believe.

“There still are good things” you whispered to yourself, a faint smile appeared on your lips as you admired the view.

While drinking the beauty of the wild, reckless nature, you spotted a brownish-black silhouette from the corner of your eye. When you turned your head towards the figure, you could not help the soft chuckle. It was a cottage. Without thinking twice, you made your way towards the small wooden building which looked like a single room shelter built for hunting trips. You stopped your tracks at the front of the tiny porch. There could be walkers inside, or maybe people.

You needed to be smart, careful, and needed to make most of your weapons; A 9mm with two bullets in its clip, and a hunting knife. You still did not trust yourself with the gun, but you could handle your knife just enough, enough to keep you alive this far.

Slowly you approached to dusty stairs of the porch, carefully you stepped on the first stair. It did not squeak. You take two more steps for the other two stairs. When the last wooden step raised a surprisingly loud squeal, you heard a familiar snarl inside the old shed.

Automatically your hand reached for the handle of your knife, taking it out of its holster. You raised the knife in front of you with a defensive pose and slowly made your way towards the tiny window near the door. The window was failing to serve its purpose as it was covered with dust and dirt, you could not see through it. If there was an unfriendly person inside, he could see you wiping the window. You crossed looking through the window off the list.

You leaned your back against the wooden wall, held your breath, and just listened to what was inside, but you didn’t hear anything other than the dead’s annoying snarl. After a few moments, deciding that there is only one biter inside, you reached for the doorknob.

To your surprise the door was not locked, so you gladly stepped inside. Across the door was a sofa slightly covered with dust, and to your left was a small counter with two small cabinets behind it. The tiny area on the left resembled an unfunctional kitchen, but still, it was something. There behind the counter, a walker was standing, mindlessly trying to move but hitting against the wall.

When you entered the cabin, it turned its attention to your direction and took a few shambling steps towards you. Your knees were shaking, heart pounding against your ribcage. Being face to face with a walker in a tiny space as this cabin sent shivers down your spine. Just like he had taught me, no time to be scared. With that thought, you wrapped your hand around the biter's neck and pushed it against the wall as a contained gruff escaped your mouth, carefully maintaining it at arm's length. You forced the knife with your other hand to its dirty, glassy grey eye, and towards its brain. The moment that its brain had greeted your knife, the body fell on the ground with a thud, allowing you to let out a comforting sigh.

Without wasting any time, you moved to the kitchenette hoping to find something to eat, but more importantly, water. Your half bottle water was not going to last any longer than a day, even though you were drinking no more than needed.

You started with the drawers beneath the counter. In the first drawer were rusty scissors and four pieces of nail. The second drawer- empty. The third times the charm- empty. The fourth drawer, well the fourth drawer was bliss. There were two cans of mushroom soup, a can of cooked rice, and a whole bottle of water that will help you another two days. You persisted with the cabinets, but your luck did not. You only found a short black worn-out rope, you did not know how to use it, yet you took it anyway.

You laid all your belongings on the counter deciding on an inventory check. All you had were five canned food including the new ones, two energy bars, a full bottle of water and your half-full bottle, a pack of tampons, rope, a flashlight, half a box of painkillers, one roll toilet paper, toothpaste and toothbrush, a detailed map of Georgia, a box of matches, a swiss knife, sterile compress, a hunting knife, a gun, and two bullets. If you did not return to the highway of anywhere near the city, you would not make it any more than three days in the woods. The city was dangerous but there was more chance of finding food and water.

You put your stuff back to your backpack without wasting any more time. You locked the door of the cabin and dragged the body of the walker to another corner. The stench was not unbearable but still uncomfortable. You did not have any other choice other than keeping it here. Otherwise, there was a chance that someone with ill intentions could spot the body and assume that someone was inside the cabin. You could not take that chance. After securing the door, you slowly turn to the dirty sofa, its designs are no longer recognizable because of the dirt.

You lightly took one of the cushions and turn it over to reveal the clearer side. It had brown and red plaid patterns. You could not help but remember the similar ones from your family's house. It was just like the sofa that you and your older brother used to play card games. Your heart sinks at the thought and you turn the other cushion as well.

When it was all done and well, you laid on the sofa letting out a deep sigh. Your feet hanged from the end of the sofa and instantaneously all the exhaustion of the past few days sat on your whole body like an ox as your eyes slowly gave in to sleep.

"No! One more!" thirteen-year-old you shouted at the older brother. He had just returned from college for the summer break, "You think I'm cheating?" he said disapprovingly.

"I know you're cheating," you said raising one brow at your brother. "You haven’t lost a game since we started."

"That's 'cause I'm a pro. Don't be such a sore loser," he said mockingly. He got up from his seat and made his way towards his old room, while you were venting to your mother about the game. A few minutes later he exited the room with one hand hidden behind his back.

" Whatcha got there? " You asked. He revealed his hand and swung a little red piece of rope. "Here, take this," he said giving you the piece. "For your luck," You took it from his hand and realize that it was a bracelet with a four-leaf clover in the middle.

"Very funny," you said smiling at the older boy, "Help me with it."

He grasped the tiny piece of rope and gently tied it to your wrist. You lifted your head to face him, he was much taller than you now.

"So much for a cheater," you said with a grin.

Throughout childhood, you and your brother were as close as a brother and a sister could be. But you had never known what your brother thought, what was going on his mind, his dreams.

You abruptly opened your eyes to see a man towering you with his tall figure. He was wearing a sleeveless flannel shirt and dirty, ripped pants that seem a little big for his figure. His one foot was on the small coffee table and had a crossbow aimed at your face. Shit. His piercing stare was making the situation even more fearful for you. Your heart was pounding like a drum set in a rock concert when you raised your arms to level your head in a surrendering pose. He still did not speak but you spotted a change in his stance. He must've noticed that you were afraid as he hesitantly lowered his crossbow just an inch, his shoulders stiffened.

"Look, um…I-I don't want any trouble," you say when the man maintained the silence. His eyes were fixed on yours; it was almost like he was trying to read your thoughts. "You can take whatever…" Silence. "I don't have much, but…" You were slowly sitting up.

"Stay put!" he finally spoke. His voice sounded like more of a gruff, demanding but not a yell." Put your gun and knife on the table,” he said pointing at your gear.

"No-I'm j-" you refused to give your gears that have been keeping alive.

"Ain't gonna ask again," his voice was dangerously low. It was then you realized that he had a southern accent.

"Okay," you say with a voice no louder than a whisper, and reluctantly put the knife and the gun on the table. He took and tucked them in his belt after checking the clip. He completely lowered the crossbow and made his way towards the kitchenette with hurried steps. He quickly checked the cabinets before he moved towards the drawers, in which you had left three of your canned food. He stopped for a second, then continued. You could tell that he was filling his bag with your food.

"The hell ya doin' here?" he asked you, still busy with the bag.

"What?" You don't understand why he was curious all of a sudden.

"Ya alone in tha' woods just with two bullets." he said disbelievingly.

" I was on the main road when a herd dragged me here," you said not knowing if it is safe to share your plans with a total stranger. "I was waiting for the herd to spread out."

He let out a growl as a response, but you couldn’t really figure out it meant.

"Do you know how I can go to the old metal factory,” You debated for a moment whether to ask him where the factory was. Your former group had always talked about moving somewhere outside the city where they could be away from the walkers and draw in more survivors.

"What's there?" he asked drawing his eyes from his bag to you.

"I-I don't know," you genuinely did not know what to expect from the factory, but you were willing to give it shot. This was the least you can do for your brother. He moved away from the counter when he was finally finished and stopped on his tracks to get a good look at you.

You hadn’t seen yourself for a long time, but you could guess how bad you looked; greasy hair to the tips, hollow cheeks, dark under eyes, skin covered with dirt and blood…

"Ya ain't too far", he finally said and made his way to the little window. "About twenty miles south, down this way" he continued pointing his finger out the window. “Ya got a map?” he asked.

You nodded as you slowly took out the map from your backpack, laying it on the table. He knelt down across you and began to examine the map. After a few seconds, he traced a route with his index finger.

“Ya need to go over tha’ river, there should be a bridge,” he said. This man just had taken half your food and now he was helping you. You did not know why but you were not interested in questioning his kindliness.

At this point you didn’t even know who to trust, this man could even lead you into a trap for that matter. But you knew that the factory would be somewhere near the area he was showing you.

“Thank you,” you said turning your head to face him.

He got up from his knees as he let out a humming sound as a response.

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“Ya gonna need more than just two bullets if ya gonna take tha’ route,” he said putting your gun and knife back on the table and left the cottage closing the door behind him.

Chapter 2

Author’s Note: The first chapter is here you guys! I must admit that it is a little longer than I’ve planned but please bear with it. I hope you all enjoyed reading it. It feels so great to finally share something with you. Feedback is always appreciated. Please send me your opinions about the story.

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fifteenskies15 · 4 years

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✧ SaneGiyuu Headcanon: The Married Life of Tomioka and Shinazugawa Sensei (Modern AU) ✧

Admin 15: Why, hello hello, welcome back my fellow SaneGiyuu stans to my mediocre Headcanon, before I get to the point allow me to say a million thanks for the likes and reblogs from the first HC, you guys are beautiful and kind, I love you guys so much, you guys don't have to but still Thank you, thank you and thank you, and for that, I shall gave you all tis simple crumbs I made from the bottom of my (high-key non-existent) heart enjoy the crumbs my friends

⚠ Warning: Implied NSFW ahead, please tread lightly! ⚠

Ay, ay, so let's see... Sanemi and Giyuu are married couples however no students knows but the staff and headmaster know about their relationship...or marriage in general

They live in a simple and affordable house, perfect for two (and even family of four lololol) and quite near the station

Sometime you wonder, who would wake up first? Surprisingly it's Giyuu, Sanemi would still sleeping coz yk, all the students homework he gotta examined and he had to stay up for that shit, poor Nemi sensei.

It's hard to wake him up, Giyuu would gently shake him so that he woke up although it gave him quite a while

So he invented a trick

"Sanemi, wake up, it's five am, we have to get ready"

"I graduated literally few years ago, I don't need school"

Oh you sweet, clueless, stupid, airhead hoe Sanemi Shinazugawa, You're a teacher...

Time to pull out big guns

(Slight NSFW warning)

*insert Giyuu moanin'* "Nemi~ come over to the bathtub with me please"

Needless to say, Sanemi jolt awake and rushed to the bathroom in order to join Giyuu (what a hoe *fifteen has been slayed*)

As nice as sharing a passionate morning baths, it has to end, Giyuu knows how proud his husband is with his body so he let two or three buttons left undo.

But BETCH YOU THOT HE GON SHARE WHAT'S HIS

"As nice to see your chest, you have to remember it's mine too"

And now he's "Jealous"oka Giyuu

Sanemi somehow find jealous Giyuu cute because he would pout, pout and pout.

Baby boy, baby

After dressing up, they had a breakfast together, just a simple bowl of rice and some salt marinated fish

If one of them finished the food first, they'll make the lunch for two

They made a bento, with ohagi, mochi or three coloured dumplings as desert

They didn't forget to brush their teeth after eat, don't worry, bare with them and their morning routine

Before they went to train station, they give MORNING KISSES, mostly on cheeks before they went off.

As they arrived at school, Giyuu immediately took out his bamboo sword and get ready.

"I'll see you at lunchtime, Danna"

"At least give your Danna a kiss before you go, Mr. Shinazugawa Giyuu..."

Giyuu roll his eyes and give his white haired husband a short sweet kiss before he went to the staff room.

Now skip to lunchtime

Giyuu is a bitch

Okay, I take it back!! He ain't a bitch, he just maybe a little late? He was chasing Kamado boy for violating the school rule by wearing that hanafuda earrings

He then decided to stop and join Sanemi having a lunch under the birch tree away from the people eyesight.

"The fuck took you so long, Giyuu?"

"Duty calls to chase Kamado around"

Sanemi roll his eyes, his husband is really stick to his duty seriously,....which is why he love his husband sense of duty.

They ate the bento while cloud watching together, and talk a lot of things, by how the students being whiny and doing stupid things or the commotion that Rengoku and Uzui sensei caused in today's class.

FEEDING EACH OTHER THE SEQUEL

They feed each other's food then even wipe the rice that stuck on the corner of their lips and would sensually licks it away

After they finished their food, they CUDDLE WHILE ENJOYING THE SWAYING WIND, SETTLING COMFORTABLY IN EACH OTHER'S ARMS.

AND PLAYING GIYUU'S HAIR

Giyuu is a small spoon so it's pretty obvious, lol

Sanemi thought Giyuu's Raven hair is so soft and fluffy, he couldn't resist the urge to run his fingers through it

Much soft, very floof, 19/10 would recommend to touch 👌🏻

When the bell rang, Sanemi groaned in disappointment, but Giyuu assure him that they'll see each others soon and give him a kiss on cheek

I'm fully aware of me skipping stuff but I had no choice, forgive me-

When teachers are allowed to go home, the two would take a brief stroll before they went to their home

HAND HOLDING AND WHISPERING THINGS HAD THE FUJOSHIS SQUEAL

When they passed a convinient store, they stopped for a bit in case both of them would cook something different for dinner

Giyuu is aware girls and guys staring at his husband

"Jealous"oka Giyuu pt.2

He wrapped his arms around Sanemi's waist and pouted and spoke in tiny

"ᴄᴀɴ ᴡᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɢʀᴀʙ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏ?"

Sanemi had UwU attacks and sense his jealousy as people do stare at him and wrap his arm on Giyuu's petite waist

"Yeah sure thing, babe, let's just grab some ingredients and skedaddle"

Right at home, they take liberty on laying on the couch and straighten their legs.

"Sanemi, you smell sweaty"

"Pot calling kettle black, Giyuu"

"Go take a shower"

"No you"

20 "no you"s later, they settle things by taking a shower together (again)

((SLIGHT) NSFW WARNING, NOT RECOMMENDED FOR POOR INNOCENT, CLEAN SOUL, IF YOU FIND IT DISTURBING JUST SKIP, FIND AN ADULT OR HIMEJIMA, PLEASE)

Things get a little heat up-

Sanemi can't stop f o n d l i n g that tiddie and pepper Giyuu's sensitive neck with butterfly kisses

His other hand I rather busy down there, ahem.

Sanemi couldn't stop whispering dirty yet sweet things to him, telling how beautiful he is, telling how Sanemi adore him and how Sanemi loves him

That went from 10 to 100 rather quickly

What do you know? They ended up love making in the shower.

The bathroom filled with Giyuu's erotic moans and Sanemi occasionally groans and growls-

Okay, I rest my case, End of NSFW

Once they're completely cleaned up Sanemi carried him with princess style and carefully put him down on their shared bed.

Sanemi dried his hair with a warm and loving smile on his scar decorated face, what did he deserves someone like Giyuu

🎶NEVER MIND I'LL FIND SOMEONE LIKE GIYUUUU 🎶 (Get the fuck out 15)

"We might miss the dinner you know... I'm sore..."

"Don't care, I have been well fed thanks to you"

Blushy Giyuu.jpg

"come on, let's just cuddle up, I need to recharge"

Giyuu had no choice but to oblige and make himself comfy on Sanemi's strong arms and warpped in the cozy duvet

In the end they fell asleep and forgot about dinner, and just sleep peacefully with a smile on their faces

Admin 15: So there we go, I realized the boys are rather OOC but, but I just can't help it, I'm so sorry *bows* well anyway that's the crumbs for today, I terribly apologize for grammar errors and mistakes or that if you don't like it, and thank you again!

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neenahnah21 · 4 years

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Find my Way Back Home VI

Summary: Bucky Buchanan Barnes is smitten to a four insignia military officer—you. How do you think things will unfold?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,145

Warning: Swearing?

Earlier, Bucky's stuttering mess were amusing you but now his straightforwardness were flattering you and sending you in a flustered mess. How come a table could turn around this fast.

You couldn't let him know that now, can you.

You looked at him with feign shock and his brows just knitted.

"Wow, look at that Barnes, you know how to follow" you joked and Bucky just send you a playful glare then grew embarrass right after. At the corner if your eye you saw him rubbing the back of his neck showing the discomfort he was in. You didn't dare to mention it though, not wanting to further perturb him.

"Uh-yeah, about that...anyway" he started. You looked at him and grant him your full attention indicating that you are all ears now.

"Uhh— one of the reason why I came" you just hum and waited for him to continue further.

"Just wanna apologise for how I behave, just yeah, tense I guess? But that shouldn't cover it so yah I'm sorry?"

"Are you apologising or asking?" you said solemnly and your deadpan voice caused Bucky to bring his face fort— his face visibly contorted by panic; again. You would of have laugh but then that would be too rude.

"I-Im apolo-" your laughter halted him and looked at you confuse as if you have gone mad.

"I'm just messing around Buck, no need to be so perturb, apology accepted. I don't take lashing out personally, trust me it happens— a lot." you retorted to ease his worry state, Bucky seems to relax at your nonchalantness about the whole situation. Maybe Steve were right, he was just overthinking the whole thing.

"You however does"

"Huh?" he asked confusedly.

"The whole thing, you're taking it too personal" you've commented while giving half of your attention again to your firearms.

"It's personal" he replied shortly and you hummed indicating that you understood. Bucky's story with HYDRA wasn't a secret tale.

"Hmm, why were you up this late anyway" you said trying to change the topic noticing how the ambiance of the room suddenly changed.

"I don't supposed you usually do your apologising during this shitty hours" you joked and Bucky just laughs.

"Can't sleep" and you laugh, well geez fucking obviously, you thought.

"Hmm definitely didn't thought of that" you've commented sarcastically.

"You surely do make a lot of sarcastic remarks don't you?" he told you, state the fucking obvious Sergeant.

"Hmm, would you like having me all solemn and uptight? I can do that too" amused dancing on your face and Bucky could only smile at your cheekiness, definitely didn't took you to be this playful and at ease. You were always professional during the combat training, strict and uptight at employing orders, keen in field and authoritative during meetings. He's blessed to be granted by this side of you in close doors.

"Hmm, definitely not. Got a fair share of that already" and you send him a playful glare telling him to watch his mouth.

"Seriously though, shouldn't you be already in bed? Grandpas need a good night sleep" you teased and you see how Bucky's face was contorted with feign hurt and anger.

"Oh so I'm a grandpa now" he scoffed "tsk, no grandpa looked this great" he boast and you would of have spit your drink when he retorted that, luckily you weren't drinking anything.

"Well aren't we hubristic now" you fired back and he just laughed it off.

"Uh-huh, have all the right to be" well, damn hell he was right. You didn't tell it out loud though, not wanting to further inflate his growing ego. His head might grow too big to fit in the room.

"Tsk" you scoffed.

"Nightmare" he suddenly burst out at the middle of the growing comfortable silence. For a moment you were confuse but then you realize he was answering your question earlier. You nodded and didn't dare to ask about what it was, not wanting to pry his privacy although you already knew too well what was those horrifying dreams all about .

"H'bout you?" he asked way too quickly luckily you were able to grasp it just fine.

"Hmm bad habit I guess, when you're in the military for so long it can fuck your body clock tremendously" you answered nonchalantly.

Bucky knew you were a busy person, never staying still, but knowing first hand that indeed you were always restless somewhat it clenches his heart.

"Uh do want any help?" referring to your still half cleaned roscoes.

You were hesitant at first, you were really sensitive when it comes to your gun, they just feel like personal belongings to you, which they really do. But for some reason you feel no worry at letting Bucky get his hand at those so you followed your guts and let him.

"Uh- yeah sure" Bucky could trace the hesitance that lingers in your voice.

"Don't worry I'm good at guns" he re assured.

"I can tell" you smiled.

"Back in the days" he started reminiscing the memories back in the 40's; the time where he usually do belong, when he's still a whole man despite of the war, when he could feel that he's in control of hisself— and his life.

Just like you he was slightly hesitant at opening up, not knowing if he wanted to burden you with his story but for an unknown reason of pull, he was comfortable at being vulnerable under your sight.

"When I was still in the Army, I usually clean my guns— a lot" he chuckled and you smile. You can see that he's that type of guy.

"Quite the sharpshooter of the troop" he said.

"That I've heard" you smile sadly. You knew the story of the great Sergeant Barnes who've been in an arm with arm combat with the great Captain Roger. When his story were told Bucky's was part of the package.

"Quite owe you and your team America's liberty" you smiled, your praises warms his heart, he knows he's in deep trouble for feeling such.

"Yeah" Bucky muttered suddenly his mood were changing thinking how different he is from that man now. How different of a person he is now compare to the old Bucky back in those days.

"Not quite the same man now though" he admitted. You brought your gazed up to him but his eyes were focus at the revolver on his grip, looking at anything but you.

Bucky was silently contemplating and thinking, if he would say out loud what he feels for you, would there be a chance of you accepting him?would you detest him? would you really accept a broken man? someone who's tainted and in deep trouble with hisself?

He highly doubt. He stand no chance. You were the type of girl who would fall at the arms of men like his friend—Steve, he's the type of man you would go for. He couldn't blame you though. You were everything that he's not, and he can no longer be someone like you are. And Steve could be a perfect match for you, he couldn't bring hisself to the hate the idea specially it was anything but a logical fact.

But were you really?

" No one's remains the same anyway" you said and that brought his attention up to you, can't help but keep his eyes gazing intently at yours. You smile at him reassuringly, intangibly comforting his by your presence alone. Like your beaming smile were suddenly emitting a light to the dark he was in.

"After a war, no soldier remains the same" you added.

"And we're in different wars, some are not necessarily can be seen by the eye nor can be written in history books. We fight our own battles and I think that's quite ok. It's ok not to be the same, I think we all are. Been in the military or not . No one was, nor really is" you reassured him.

Bucky were grateful for your words, it sounds so promising that he couldn't help but trust them.

"Thanks" was all he could say, not really knowing how to equal your words. You just smile at him, a soft one, contrasting the thin line of your lips that he was quite accustomed to. A softness that contrast your hard demeanour outside this four corner of the room. A softness that he can't help but feel greedy and wish it was all for his eyes only.

For a moment no one really talked, indulged at the current task you were attending. Once in a while your arms would bump or touch each other accidentally—or is it.

You can't help but notice the often talked about prosthetic arm of his. You saw it of course, more often than not. You would glance at it once in a while during a combat training, would still glances at it during dining, would look at it discreetly from afar when he's unaware doing mundane things.

You don't want to pry, really. But as of the moment your curiosity were getting the best of you and you absentmindedly put the calibre you were holding and touch his arm. You knew it was inappropriate, breaking boundaries and impolite of you—you couldn't care less now though.

Bucky stiffens at the sudden action not really expecting it, but when he remembers it was just you, he slightly relax but still perplex at the sudden attention you were giving him. He just looked at you intently, letting you examine his metal arm, if it was anyone he would of have already grip their throat for touching him, but this was you and your touch were sending him comfort, something he didn't anticipate could ever happen.

When your eyes met, you didn't shy out, you just look back at him intently, shamelessly studying him—well that was for a good few second, because after that realisation dawns to you he saw how something snap at you and you were quickly called out of your trance. You quickly withdraw your hands from his, to his dismay. He quite like how your hands dance at his metal one, he couldn't literally feel it but the sensation was still there and he like how your soft one lingers to it.

When you realise what you were doing you couldn't help but curse out loud on your self.

"Fuck" you exclaimed and that seems to brought out Bucky as well. You gathered your courage and looked at him again.

"I'm sorry" you apologise, Bucky doesn't know for what really. "I-I don't know what I was thinking, I-uh I got distracted, shit! I shouldn't of have done that fuck" you stuttered and Bucky just quickly dismissed you off telling you that it was all fine, that he doesn't mind and it was no big deal.

You didn't mind what he was saying, too embarrassed by your action, so you just distract yourself again by finishing your task. You were still unsettled though. Bucky could see the inner turmoil growing within you, he's quite aware at the silent battle you were having with yourself but he didn't dare to call you out of it.

But not a minute past and he saw you finally giving in, you were once again giving in to your urge.

"Buck?" you said a little hesitant and too low to be heard but Bucky's enhanced hearing enables him to catch on it.

"Yeah"

"Does it hurt?" you asked and following your natural tendency again, your hands found its way to his metal one. Bucky savours the sensation of your hand touching his. He could get use to it. It took every ounce of self-control he has not to moan under your touch. The things you could do to him.

"Hmm?" he said haphazardly too distracted at the moment but he was quick to collect hisself, luckily.

"Uh no" he answered " not anymore" and you just hum at his answer.

Maybe that was just want you wanted to hear. That after all the trouble he's been into, after every havoc that came in his way, he way ok. He's broken but ok. Tainted but ok. Troubled but ok. He was alive despite all of it. Maybe that was all the reassurance that you need. He's ok.

Bucky looked at your exquisite face, witnessing how you render him a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes, despite of it he can still see that it was a genuine one.

Bucky's answer satisfies you, finally put you at ease and you could only give a smile as a reply to it. You know it wasn't a happy one but it was a smile that bears contentment and satisfaction.

He was ok, and that what matters the most.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 4 years

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9. Make You an Offer

"Uht UHHH!" Renee' frowned nudging Ivy's hand away as it reached for the big spoon laying on a napkin near the crockpot of steaming greens cooked with hamhock. "Ivy, now you know I better than to walk into my kitchen and touch food without washing your hands. Go wash up," she waved to the kitchen opening.

Ivy had nearly forgotten how anal her mama was about hand-washing. Through her youth, it was always the rule. Even through all the shit they'd gone through with her father being a rolling stone and her brother scamming everyone and their alopecia mamas, always in trouble. Her mom always found a way to care about the most simple shit. Ivy appreciated it. It brought a sense of normalcy.

"You shouldn't be hungry, YOU JUST ATE," Renee' yelled as Ivy scurried off to the bathroom, sudsing her hands quickly under the water. She looked at her phone noting a missed call from her brother as she dried her hands on the towel over the sink. He was probably hitting her up for cash.

"I can't help that you cook good," Ivy muttered marching into the kitchen to grab the metal spoon, scooping a small amount into a bowl. Despite her mama's glare, she stood there with a sneaky smirk next to the counter and picked at the greens with the pads of her fingers, eating the meat separately.

"Chile..." Renee' muttered shaking her head, humored as she retreated heading to her room. It was a small house in a fairly tame neighborhood. The neighbors were black. There were white folk across the street. Ivy had lived there and worked for a few years before going out on her own.

Once she'd gotten on her feet with her steady paycheck and the money she'd saved from summer jobs, she'd maintained and pushed from then on. It was rare that she needed her mama, she could typically handle herself. But these were rare times.

Ivy strolled to the comfortable hunter green living room couch, nestling into the soft cushion with her knee up, level with her chest. The couch had been donated to them by a member of her mom's church when they first moved. She turned on the television for background noise and ignored it, looking at her phone and hesitating with her finger over the call button. Her brother's name was right beneath the long white fingernail of her middle finger.

Riiing... Riiing...

"Hello? Ivy?"

Ivy's eyes rolled as her fingers tapped her thigh.

"Ivy?... You there? ...Ivy."

"What Ivan," Ivy asked calmly trying not to get smart.

"Yeah, you won't believe this sis. I started this business putting niggas on, all it took... was $400. They gimme the money... I help em flip it. Simple. Had niggas getting thousands back from the bank. You tryna make some money? I could get your rent and the payment for that Nissan payed off for you..."

"No thanks. That's all you wanted?"

"You don't want your phone bill payed? You could be shopping, what you want?"

"I'm not interested."

"How you not interested in money!?"

"So you getting your son from Tarsha this weekend?"

"Huh? Oh I'm not in town, I'm in Tampa," he pauses.

"Hm."

Ivan kisses his teeth. "I'm outta town! I can't get him right now," he reasons, voice high. In actuality, Ivan does what he wants and he's selfish. He never does what he's supposed to for that boy. His baby mamas have to chase him down.

"What's this about a stalker I hear?"

"Mama told you?" Ivy didn't expect her mom to say anything to him. What could he do anyways? He's across the country.

"What you do to that man," he teases, but it's not funny. It's a serious situation. "Nah, but let me know," he says when you're silent. "I'll get over there somehow."

"Ivan. Do you know anyone in California who got hands or can shoot?"

"That's why I ain't want y'all out there. You outta my network sis."

That's was actually one reason why Ms. Renee' and Ivy chose California in the first place, to escape the bullshit. Ivy couldn't find it within herself to regret the move.

Still, she thought about his offer. How would he get to her? She'd have to pay and chances were he was just using concern for her as an excuse to get to California.

"If you came to California who would you stay with?... Mom has space but if you stress her out you will never be invited back, do you hear me?... Ivan, you better say something.... IVAN."

Ivy lowered the phone to see that the call had dropped. She tried calling Ivan again, but with no success.

She tried her mom's phone and again it did not work. There was no signal. She tried to send her mom a text and the message failed.

Ivy grabbed the fios remote and turned the TV down to a low hum, listening to the air. She thought she'd heard a bump a minute ago and had thought nothing of it, but suddenly she was thinking about it. Listening closely, she waited. There was silence and nothing seemed strange as far as sounds. Her finger hovered over the volume button, but she didn't turn the TV back up.

Her sixth sense tingled. She stood quietly from the couch and grabbed the car keys from the kitchen before walking to the door and peering through the peephole. She exited the house and manually unlocked the car for minimum noise, popping the trunk. Beside a baby blue blanket and a pair of 6 inch nude sepia closed toe heels sat a locked black gun box. Her matte black 9 mm sat inside and she checked it to make sure it was still fully loaded. It was.

Aiming it at the ground, she contemplated driving away in the car, but where else would she go? She couldn't keep walking away from her shit and her life, but she felt paranoid and she hated that feeling.

She felt like something was off and she didn't trust it. But what if something was off? She couldn't just leave her mom in the house alone. It wasn't her mom's issue, it was hers. One fuckin dentist was pissing her off and she as she tucked the car keys in her pocket looking around, she determined that no man would run her from her place and her mama's place. She tried calling her mom's cell again from outside, waiting. If her phone wasn't working then her mom's probably wasn't either.

"This is irritating," she sighed looking at the phone. She couldn't even send an email.

Without a second thought, she was back in the house. "MAMA," she yelled up the stairs, "Where you at?"

Her mom should have responded knowing Ivy was already anxious. When she got no response, she jogged to the kitchen landline and there was no dial tone. She tried pushing random buttons and then she noticed that the chord had been cut. How long had it been that way?

"Fuck this shit," she mumbled raising her gun to the kitchen door. "First thing that moves that isn't my mama gettin popped. This some ol' bullshit."

Her finger sat on the trigger ready to fire off on anything that jumped out. Her ears were peeled and sharp as she stepped up quietly on the carpeted stairs.

At the top of the short staircase, Ivy peered down the short hall and peered into the first open bedroom door. A full laundry basket sat on the made up tan bed in the small room. That was the only thing she could point out. She moved forward pointing her gun into the bathroom finding it empty. She stared at the shower curtain before determining that there was nothing behind it. Moving forward, there was the hall closet with the towel shelves and one more door. If Renee' wasn't in there, the wasn't anywhere else she could be. She stepped into the room and almost fired at the chair in front of her until she recognized the person slumped in it as her mom. Her heartrate spiked as she rushed to touch her still warm neck, checking for a pulse.

"She's fine," a low voice rasped from behind sending chills down Ivy's back. She turned, whipping her gun to shoot and fired missing him by an inch as he dodged, firing his own gun.

"Ah," Ivy winced grabbing her shoulder. "You fuckin psycho!"

She'd been shot in the shoulder and now she was really mad. She'd never been shot before and now she was beginning to feel foggy in the head. Through the pain, she aimed and hit him in the chest with two bullets watching him stumble back. He held his titty in his hand and winced, but he didn't fall. Ivy sighed, her head suddenly feeling too light.

"Bad girl, Ms. Stevens," he muttered with a slight shake of his head. "I came here to make you an offer." He pulled his shirt over his head revealing thick, defined arms and a black vest.

"Bitch is that a bulletproof vest?! I'm done," Ivy sighed throwing her uninjured arm in the air.

"It is.. and that was a loaded dart I hit you with. You'll be out in about 30 seconds to 2 minutes--Listen. I won't hurt anyone else, I just want you. Don't make this difficult."

"Yeah, Ivy. Don't make this difficult," a familiar second voice repeated.

"Didn't I say stay in the car," he snapped.

Ivy's vision was doubled. She was seeing two of everything. Hoping she got the right one, she aimed her gun at the tiny woman and pulled the trigger before feeling herself hit the floor.

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raindrop-on-a-spiderweb · 4 years

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Mommy Dearest, Part 2

Patience pressed the gun against Salvatore's head, the metal grinding solid against his skull. "Borghese's a monster;" she said through gritted teeth. "And we can take him down together."

He stared ahead, jaw tight and dark-penciled eyebrows furrowed, before grinding out, "Fine."

She grabbed a rubber-banded stack of cash.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Consider this a sign-on bonus," she yelled back as she took off down the street, her heels clattering on the cobblestones. Her whole face was flushed and smiling as she pulled the door to her sedan open.

There was already someone in the driver's seat.

Liquid blue eyes met hers'. "Hello, dolcezza."

***

Johnny had been crying all month. Chris wanted deeply to comfort his brother, but he knew Johnny would just push him away. He sat by the oak in the front yard, letting the shade envelop him, his back pressed against the rough bark.

He didn't like thinking about Mama. Whenever he did, he saw her smile, and felt her warm arms, and tasted her cooking, and knew he would never see her again. There was a hole in his life that would never be filled, a hole with dark hair and dark eyes and the intrinsic feeling of a child's love.

All he could think was that Dad was lying. Dad was lying and Mama was coming back. She would come around the corner in a moment, carrying her basket full of vegetables from the market, and he would run into her arms like he always did and feel her warmth and love.

Dad's voice echoed around the front yard. "Giuseppe. Christoforo. Come inside. Your father has something very important to tell you."

***

Johnny's legs felt like they were tied to weights as he trudged across the yard. Why did Mama have to leave? Why? He felt like punching something. He didn't want to talk to anyone, Chris, Uncle Charlie, and especially Dad. He had a feeling dad didn't care at all about Mom dying, and some distant part of him noticed it, and it disturbed him deeply in his child's brain.

Dad was sitting in the living room, and there was a woman sitting opposite him, on mom's armchair.

She looked up at them, and her eyes were big and wide and stained glass-green.

"Children. This woman is going to be your new mother." Dad's voice was sweet and smooth. "You don't have to worry about not having a mama anymore. She's going to love you and you're going to love her."

The woman did not look loving at all. She looked scared. She was holding Fiorella on her lap, and Fiorella was sucking her thumb and pawing at her shirt.

Johnny felt fury rise up in him.

"NO!" he screamed, just as she opened her mouth to speak. "You're not my mama! I HATE you!"

Dad's eyes sharpened, in that way that he knew something was coming, and Johnny knew he was about to regret it, but he ran out anyway. His heart was pulsing with rage and fear. He did not want this woman.

He wanted his mama.

***

The first few weeks took adjusting to.

Patience stung with hate every second of the day, when she wasn't devolving into conniptions with the baby girl crying, spitting up her food, or clinging to her chest. Borghese had pawned her off on her and she was solely responsible for Fiorella throughout the day, being jerked awake by her crying, trying to bounce her on her lap to stop her crying, and trying to stop her from burrowing into her shirt to breastfeed.

Borghese's two sons did not like her. Chris was cold, and Johnny was angry. Leonardo loved his sons, in a deep and yet distant way, leaving them alone the whole day. Patience limped from her ankle. Fiorella screamed. She wondered with a sudden, embracing horror if this was what her life would be like from now on.

Patience hated the way she felt relief when the door slammed open. She limped over to press Fiorella into his arms, and he responded by pressing a kiss into her lips. "Did you make dinner, my darling?"

"Fiorella was crying. I didn't have time," she gritted out.

He caught her chin with his hand; his soft, manicured nails digging into her flesh. "Dolcezza," be said in his dulcet tones. "You'll need to learn to handle children and make dinner at the same time. It's part and parcel of being a mother."

Patience did not want to be a mother. She especially did not want to be a mother the way he pronounced it, with a disturbingly lustful gleam in his eye.

"Come now. I'll make some cacio e pepe and we can all enjoy it. Like a big family."

***

Patience sat, stone-faced and wearing a stiff homemakers' dress. She stared silently at her congealing noodles as Johnny and Chris sullenly ate and Fiorella made a mess of her meal.

Leonardo twirled the pasta around his fork, face placid and set. He seemed pleased as punch, the way he smiled at her as Fiorella started wailing. "Dolcezza, the little one is upset. Take her into your arms."

She sullenly hefted the heavy toddler onto her lap, and Fiorella sought her breast again, to her agony and to the unpleasant notice of Leonardo.

He watched her very carefully as Fiorella whined and desperately sought her hidden breast, and she noticed it as she desperately bounced her on her lap.

"You need to be a better mother, mia magnotta. Not a young loose woman. Hold her better. See--"

"She's never gonna be," muttered Johnny sullenly.

Leonardo's sharp blue eyes, and his attention, were diverted. "Giuseppe? Did you say something?"

He was slumped, staring angrily at his noodles. "I said she's never gonna be my mother!"

The silence that followed was deafening. Patience hugged the little girl tightly, and even she had quieted, her dark eyes wide.

Leonardo put down his cutlery and carefully wiped his mouth with his napkin. "Johnny, that's no way to talk to your new mother."

Johnny's lower lip was pooched out. "She isn't my mother."

Patience hated the quiet. It rung in her ears.

"Giuseppe, your mama is not coming back. She is gone. Do you know why she left?" His voice was soft and paternal.

Johnny's wet, dark eyes looked up.

"It's because she didn't want to be your mother anymore. That's the truth. She hated how you acted, Giuseppe. She left because of you."

Johnny watched his plate, eyes brimming and overflowing and his whole body trembling.

Chris's throat bobbed, and his mouth quivered. His blue eyes were tracking tears down his cheeks.

"She left because you were a bad boy, Giuseppe. She left because you made her leave. And if you aren't grateful, your new mama will leave just like your old one did."

They ate the rest of their meal in silence.

***

"Go read your children a bedtime story," Leonardo told her softly.

Patience stood in front of Chris and Johnny's room, sweaty hands balled into fists. The dim light underneath the door shone dully.

She stepped in.

Chris turned away from her in his bed. Their Mickey Mouse nightlight shone a soft orange light as she sat down beside them.

Johnny's eyes were still caked with tears as she leaned over him, her hair tickling his cheeks.

"Once upon a time there was a king. The king was very happy, with his wife and his children. He loved them very much and they loved him."

Outside the window, a moth pressed its legs to the surface, and its wings fanned out as it sought the light.

"They all lived in a grand palace, and his wife cooked him scrumptious meals. Wonderful meals. What did his wife cook him?"

The question lingered, and then Chris murmured, "Spaghetti."

"His wife cooked him spaghetti and their sons ate it all up, every drop. They loved each other and they were so, so happy. And do you know what happened?"

Johnny was listening too, his dark head turned towards her slightly.

The moth batted at the window.

"The king was out in the village and he saw a girl. He didn't know why, but he wanted this girl, and he would do anything to make this girl his own. He went home to his palace and he… and he… he went into a small room and called his wife, his queen, into there. And as soon as she walked in he wrapped his hands around her neck and strangled her to death. He strangled the life out of her and left her in that little room."

The moth lifted its wings and flew away, as if it had never been there at all.

"And he went out and he took that girl, he took that girl from the village and put the queen's crown on her. And he called his children to him. And he told them… he told them…"

Johnny's hand was warm in hers, his skin smooth as she rubbed her thumb across it.

"He told them he had a new queen, and they were to treat her as their new queen, and forget their old queen, and how she loved them, and how it was if the old queen never existed at all."

Johnny's eyes were drifting shut. She held their hands in hers, comforting and warm, and slowly let them slip from hers.

Patience padded down the carpeted highway to the bedroom of her nightly torture. The light of the lamp flickered over her shoulders, her nightgown, her chestnut hair, and her pale, downturned eyes.

***

She tapped the numbers in frantically, the black shiny letters depressing underneath her fingers. She waited as the dial tone rang endlessly in her ears, almost crying at the length of time.

The door creaked, and she whipped around, receiver pressed to her ear. Chris was standing there, and she felt a wave of relief. "Honey, go play somewhere else."

Chris did so, but his mind was churning. The slow affection he had been nurturing to his new mother--Patience, and then the opaque eyes of Dad, and his comforting arms.

Dad was reading the newspaper in the greenhouse. His hair was unruly and curly, the same blond as his. He smelled the same, fresh pressed laundry and perfume.

"Dad?" Ventured Chris.

Dad looked over and smiled, and set down his newspaper to open his arms. Chris ran into them, his eyes shutting tight. The comfort of his father's arms lulled him into ease. "What's the matter, darling?"

Chris swallowed hard. "She… she did something."

Dad was silent as he rocked him, cradling his head in the hook of his arm

"What did she do?"

"She called someone."

***

Patience laid Fiorella slowly down into the bed, praying she wouldn't wake. Her eyes were shut tight, tiny warm body swaddled.

Taking care of a child was hard, constant, dirty work, and she was exhausted. Even more so when his vibrato spoke behind her, "Pazienza."

She stood stock still as he approached her, his arms enveloping hers.

"You haven't been a good girl, have you?" His voice made weevils crawl down her back.

"Fuck you," she spat.

"I know what you've done," he whispered in impeccable English. "And for the last time, cease your swearing. It's unladylike."

She stared deep into his eyes, those mirrors that reflected her pale face and pale eyes and--

His hands palmed her breasts through her silk nightgown.

"Trying to call someone… tsk, tsk. A little bird flew off to tell me. Who, pray, were you trying to talk to, dolcezza? Surely not anyone who has an interest in your situation…"

His voice trailed off to a murmur as he slowly thumbed her nipple through the silk. She cast a terrified look at the bed, where Fiorella was sleeping peacefully. "Fior--"

"Don't be loud and wake her up, then." He slowly pressed his finger to her trembling lips. "She's such a lovely baby, isn't she? And you're doing so well taking care of her." His hand slid between her legs. "How about we make her a big sister?"

Patience's mind jolted into horror as she pushed him away. "You killed her," she spat, her voice cracking. "You killed her mother. You're a monster, Leonardo Borghese. A fucking monst--"

She was cut off by his soft red lips pressing against hers. His arms wrapped tight around her caging her in, and she felt the hardness of his cock against her thigh. Her spine went stone stiff.

He pulled her towards the wall, hand spidering over her scalp as he rested it against the wall. She lifted a leg to kick him, and his grip turned harsh, yanking her hair. "Don't fight. You don't want to wake up the baby, would you?"

Her gown was already hiked up to her waist, the folds slipping down to pool around her navel as he angled his waist between her arched legs.

The coldness of his zipper startled her, before the heat of his cock made her erupt with agony. He stopped halfway in, shoulders quivering and a sweat-soaked lock of golden hair plastered to his forehead. His length was pulsating between her lower lips, hot and heavy and lustful, and in that split second where she was praying he would pull out he thrust himself fully.

All she could think of was Francesca's face. Every gasp, every thrust made her stricken expression linger in her mind. "Fucking murderer," she managed as he lifted her so high she had to wrap her legs around his waist for balance.

A taut shoulder muscle pressed against her frail chest as he slowly lifted her, then agonizingly let her slide down the wall onto his cock. Every swollen inch of him disappearing into her made her chest soar and her legs numb. She hated how she wanted to curl her body around him and match him thrust for thrust

His breath fanned over her pale, trembling shoulder, and he pressed a wet kiss underneath her ear as his strong arms held her up.

He was in and out, leaving her empty and then filling her. Her toes pointed pin-straight in the air as he ground her against the wall, his heavy and wet cock digging deep inside of her to nuzzle against her cervix. She knew he was about to spend when his hips tensed.

"Please don't," she sobbed pathetically, trapped between his hard body and the wall, completely immobilized as he prepared to fertilize her. "Don't--don't come inside me--please--please--"

But he was not stopping, and as he held her head, his thrusts became more measured, carefully dragging his flesh against pink ripe insides, and the heaviness of his body, the pressure between her spread pussy lips against the small red nub in her folds as he slipped a soft fingerpad in--

Her back was shivering, she hated it, but a buzz was building up slowly inside her--

He let loose with a short intake of breath, cutting her words off as his seed soaked into her womb. Her thighs relaxed under his strong thrust, every single molecule of his cum pouring into her fertile body.

She let herself slump, arm loosely and unwillingly slung around his neck. The smell of his perfume was sickly sweet, like decaying flowers, and it made her gorge rise even more than the lukewarm seed dripping out of her.

He slowly let her down, her nightdress falling to cover her stained thighs. He let out a deep sigh, and laughed breathily.

"Brush those tears out of your eyes, dolcezza. Once you've borne our first child you'll be thanking me."

***

Patience felt a sharp distrust of Chris after that, although a part of her--the adult part--knew how frighteningly petty that was. He was a kid and he trusted his father, that was all.

Johnny and Chris curled up on the sofa while Patience tried to rock Fiorella in her arms. The baby was used to her presence and never cried when she picked her up anymore--and Patience felt a jolt of disgust when she thought of how easily she was slipping into maternality. Maybe Leonardo was right--she was becoming his perfect brood mare and wife, dressed in her frilled, flowered dress, hair combed and lipstick red and rocking his child in an armchair.

Just watching him on the television made hate cloud her eyes. He was speaking with councilors in the city hall, all older balding men in suits, and he stood out like a jewel. He was putting on a play for the cameras with every word and gesture, pretending to be so concerned with vity issues.

The camera faded away, and then he was talking to a reported outside city hall. "My wife," he said, "left me to go back to Sicily. She found someone else. I loved her, my Francesca, but she was wicked at heart, and it is better she is not raising our children. How many times had I come home to another man's coat on the rack?"

"That's not true," murmured Johnny.

Patience looked over. "Hmm?"

"She wasn't… my mama wasn't bad like that. She was a good mama. She didn't do any of that stuff…"

Chris didn't say anything, but his mouth trembled. She could see gooseflesh on his bare arms underneath his t-shirt.

"I know," she said quietly, putting Fiorella down to toddle. Her hair was growing thick and dark, just like her mothers'.

"What?"

"I know your mom was a good woman. And I know your dad is lying." She went over to kneel by Johnny and Chris. "Listen. What happened to your mom…" her voice died out and she swallowed.

She took their hands in hers and squeezed them. "I'm gonna make things right, for your mom. I promise. I'll fix all this."

Chris's hand was slack in hers, then it tightened to squeeze her back.

From then on, something changed between them. They stopped seeing her as an interloper. They stopped ignoring her sullenly, and refusing to talk to her.

Slowly but surely, Johnny and Chris had begun to accept her into their life.

#bonus chapter

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