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ahsxual · 4 months

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Dark Sins III

Pairing: William Afton x Fem!Reader and Stu Macher x Fem!Reader

Summary: Stu has returned from his trip with his friends and now you have to pretend that you didn't spend that time while Stu was away with his father. How much longer can you keep this secret from your boyfriend?

Genre: Smut

Warnings: minors don't interact +18, cheating, guilt, soft & mean William, jealousy, possessive!William, spanking, fingering, oral sex (m receaving), cursing, age gap (reader is on her 20s), daddy kink, married William, love triangle, mentions of sex w/ both men (separately), p in v (no protection)

Word Count: 3,1k

Part I & Part II

While Stu spent the week away with his friends, you couldn't resist William's invitation when he suggested you to go to his house to sleep with him. His wife was also away for work, which made it easier for you to be alone and do whatever you wanted. Because of this, you had to lie to your parents so you could sneak into William's fancy car and visit places you'd never seen before.

You and William would fuck everywhere, whether it was in his car, in his bedroom, on the couch, in the kitchen, in the shower, in his office... whenever and wherever. At the end of the day, you would sleep against his bare chest, feeling his warmth and strong arms hugging and pulling you against him in a firm grip. His thin lips would gently kiss your neck before his tongue tasted your soft skin, your natural scent mixed with your perfume making his cock hard with lust. He would let his big hands explore every inch of your body at a slow pace, leaving your skin hot with goosebumps from his touches before grabbing your ass and tits hard in a possessive way.

"You are mine now." he would whisper into your ear in a low, raspy voice everytime you fucked or before you fell asleep against each other's naked bodies. You felt guilty to admit that the week Stu and his mother were away, allowing you to visit William at his work or be with him at home without fear being caught, was one of the best weeks of your life.

"What's in your pretty mind, sweetie?" William asked as he tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear in a tender gesture, listening to you carefully and curiously. You were both laying naked on his bed while studying each other's eyes, something that always made your heart melt. You and William enjoyed to stay like this after having sex since it's always pretty intense for both of you. Now, you're ready to enjoy your last sleep together, since Stu was returning home the next day. You absolutely loved how caring William was with you this past week, a side that was unknown to you... even though he was rough the first time he fucked you in his bathroom, which made you develop real feelings for him over time.

"I'm just... gonna miss you. Miss these special moments with you." your voice was weak and trembled a bit, a single warm tear falling from your eye. William cleaned your tear with his thumb and smiled, proud to see you craving him and missing him this much already, just like he planned from the beginning.

"Shh don't cry, bunny. You know you can always come to my office when you're feeling... needy for your daddy." he then kissed your neck with passion, licking and biting your weak spots that he already knew so well, making you run your hands through his hair and close your eyes to enjoy his addictive touch.

"I know, but... it won't be the same. Not when Stu comes back to me." William abruptly stopped trying to seduce you, looking you sternly in the eye when you mentioned his son's name. You just looked at him cautiously before gulping hard, as you suddenly felt your throat go dry from his threatening stare.

"You're still gonna date my son, huh? After everything we did together?" it felt like he was accusing you and making you feel bad for not ending your relationship with Stu, even though he was the one who started all this. You knew what you were doing was a horrible thing to do to your boyfriend, yet you couldn't just let him go. You still loved Stu dearly and you didn't want things to end without a good reason, since you would never tell him the truth. You realized William wanted to make you only his, hating the fact that you could be with another man other than him, and that made you wonder whether it was because he was developing feelings for you too or because he just wanted to own you... You just prayed the first option was the reality you were living in.

"Don't make me feel more guilty..." you frowned while you sat up, trying to shake off the guilt you felt and had tried to avoid for so long. William just looked at you with a furious expression, making you feel sick to your stomach. You hated seeing him mad... he had the ability to act like the sweetest man, before snapping and become the man you fear the most.

"Guilt... that's how you really feel about me. About us." he wasn't asking anymore, which scared you since he could snap any second now.

"Please William... you know I still love St-" before you could finish your sentence, he suddenly grabbed your neck with force, but not enough to make you gasp for air like the first time. You then realized he wanted to control you, not to hurt you badly. You could hear him breathing deeply, trying to control his anger so as not to scare you away.

"Don't you ever say that to my face again, you understand that?" he almost spat in your face with every word, his voice filled with anger. "Apologize to me. Now." he was growling at this point, demanding an honest apology from you. You felt his grip on your neck getting tighter, so you didn't want to upset him any further.

"I-I'm sorry, daddy! It won't happen again. I promise!" he slowly lost his grip on your neck, before a smirk returned to his face.

"That's my good girl..." he praised you before he pressed a long kiss on your forehead. "but now I have to teach you good manners and you have to be punished for what you said to me. You understand that, right bunny?" his voice was strangely calm, yet his intentions were nowhere near as undisturbed as his tone seemed to be. You simply nodded, not wanting to upset him again.

That night, William made sure you knew very well who you belonged to. He spanked you hard several times and demanded you to say that you were only his and you were sorry for what you had said, making you cry and forget about Stu by the immense pleasure he gave you that night... like any other night with him. After each harsh spank on your ass, he caressed softly your red ass cheeks with his big hands, admiring his work and marks on you. When he decided to end his punishment treatment, he fingered you hard while you were lying down on his lap. His other hand grabbed your hair harshly, making you feel overstimulated and cum twice in less than ten minutes. Once again, you felt like you were in heaven from feeling William's long fingers inside your drenched and needy cunt. You felt how hard he was against your thigh, before he made you suck and gag on his big cock while you were on your knees on the rigid floor, yet you didn't mind it at all. After a while, he came hard in your mouth as he moaned loudly, making you swallow every single drop of his bitter cum and make you thank him for it like a good girl.

You realized he wouldn't fuck you properly because you hurt his pride (maybe his heart too), when you admitted that you couldn't stop loving his son. He felt like he needed to work much harder to make you fall completely in love with him and no one else, and that's exactly what he was going to do.

"What do you say, now?" he asked with authority, his serious gaze fixed on you as he waited for the magic words he always made you say after allowing you to cum.

"Thank you for letting me cum, daddy. I was being a bad girl and deserved to be punished... I'll behave and be a good girl for you." you answered in a submissive way, the one he loved the most.

"Let's go to bed, sweetheart. Tomorrow is gonna be a long day." he smiled widely, yet his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. You nodded, before tucking yourself into his bed which you both had already gotten used to sharing. That night, he held you tighter than usual while his face was buried in your neck, not allowing you to move an inch away from him. You knew William was right: tomorrow will definitely be a long day.

The next day you woke up feeling an uncomfortable light in your eyes, the bright and warm sun already streaming in through the window. You rolled over and tried to reach for William like any other morning you'd spent with him, but he wasn't there. You just felt emptiness in the cold sheets and that made your heart break a little. Then you thought about last night and how you probably hurt his pride by admitting that you loved Stu even after all you did with him. It was one of his ways to punish you and make you miss him, since he perfectly knows how much you crave his presence in the mornings and need him to wake up by your side. You tiredly sat on the edge of William's bed and checked your phone, only to see a few messages from Stu.

"Hey babe! I hope my babygirl slept well. I'm coming home in an hour or so. Can't wait to see that pretty face again😘"

You smiled broadly at your boyfriend's sweet message, before realizing that he had sent that message 40 minutes ago. Your heart suddenly started pounding in your chest from fear, because that meant Stu would be home in 20 minutes and you were still naked in William's bed with your underwear and clothes all over his bedroom floor. You immediately got up and took the quickest shower of your life, before putting on your used clothes. You smelled them for a second and felt relieved that they still smelled great with your favorite perfume. Suddenly, you heard someone enter the house and instantly recognized Stu's voice greeting his father. William is downstairs... it's probably his day off and that asshole didn't tell me, you thought to yourself. You quickly looked around to make sure you had everything before running to Stu's bedroom, ready to "surprise him" since he had no idea you were in his house... and also, because you had no way of leaving without him seeing you. You quickly fixed your hair to look good when you heard Stu's door open.

"W-what the..." Stu frowned for a second, feeling confused, before a big smile appeared on his handsome face. "What the hell is the sexiest girl on the planet doing in my bed?! I love it when my wishes come true, man!" Stu said in a excited tone, before jumping on top of you to kiss you all over your face and neck, making you laugh joyfully. Oh, how you missed his unique energy and his contagious smile... For a second, you tried to forget about William and enjoy Stu's company as he deserved. Like the good old days. You knew this was wrong in so many ways, but you were already too buried in this mess and this sort of "love triangle". It can't be that bad if you give the same amount of love and attention to the two men you love, right? Absolutely not. It's still completely wrong.

"Babe, you're tickling me!" you giggled loudly, trying to push Stu away to get some air. Perhaps William's plan to make you upset and miss him when you woke alone that morning failed at this moment, since all your attention was on your official boyfriend right now.

"Can't help it, I just missed my girl way too much!" Stu admitted before kissing you passionately. You felt him getting hard against your thigh and as you knew William was downstairs and could hear you at any moment, you decided it was best to distract Stu from fucking you right then and there, before things could go wrong.

"I missed you too so much, love. How was your week?" your strategy seemed to work, since Stu was easily distracted by your question and began to recount some of the funny moments he'd had while he was away. Besides, you were genuinely curious to know how Stu had spent the week with his friends and whether he had enjoyed it. All you wanted was to see him happy, especially after the secret you've been hiding from him. He then told you all the funny and risky things he'd done, like any other teenage guy, making you laugh with him and have a fun time with your younger lover.

"By the way, how did you get into my house?" his curious question made your heart race, your throat suddenly becoming extremely dry and your head to feel dizzy.

"I uh... wanted to surprise you. Your... dad opened the door and let me in." you gave him the best smile you could manage, hoping he would believe you.

"Oh, right. It must have been awkward tho, knowing my dad he probably scared you a bit." Stu laughed his goofy laugh and you laughed awkwardly at his comment.

"Yeah..." you simply replied with a chuckle, swallowing the little amount of saliva you had left so that your throat wouldn't feel so dry.

"Speaking of him, how did the part-time thing you asked me about go? Did he get you a shitty job or one that pays you just enough to afford movie tickets every day? With popcorn and soda included, obviously." he asked curiously, while laughing at his joke.

"Yeah, about that... I wasn't really interested in any options he gave me, so I've given up on that idea for now." finally, you felt relieved for being honest for once and not having to think about a lie.

"Oh man, that's awesome! For a moment I thought you were gonna get a job and wouldn't have time for me." he grinned, before he enthusiastically slapped your slightly sore ass, a small reminder of last night with his father. His teasing made you laugh, as you kissed him once more to ease the feeling of how much you actually missed him.

"You know what? I could ask my dad if you could stay the night with me." your eyes widened at his suggestion, but you couldn't help feeling excited about spending more time with your boyfriend. The only problem was... you'd be surrounded by the two men who secretly desire you deeply.

"That would be great!" you smiled widely at your handsome boyfriend, as you watched him disappear from your sight to ask his father's permission.

Having lunch with those two men was a real challenge for you. You could feel the tension between all of you, noticing how William was grumpy towards you and his son. Stu didn't let his father's bad humor get to him, probably because he was so used to it. Your boyfriend was the only one making conversation while the three of you ate lunch and you noticed from time to time William's eyes burn into yours, making it difficult for you to even drink water properly. You were so glad that Stu was an energetic person and enjoyed to hold a conversation.

The rest of the evening, you spent your time watching horror movies with Stu while eating popcorn and candy. You were really enjoying that moment, missing the old routine you and Stu had when you both met and started dating. You knew how much Stu loved horror movies, so his happiness was your happiness. When the killing scene appeared on screen, you felt Stu's hands gripping firmly your thigh in desire. You looked at his pajama pants out of the corner of your eye and as you expected it, he was fully hard. You smiled to yourself and slowly ran your hands over his pajama bottoms, rubbing his cock in a firm grip, causing him to moan deseperately.

"Fuck babe, I haven't cum once this week. You have no idea how much I wanna destroy you right now..." Stu looked intensely at you as his breathing became heavy, his pupils dilated with lust so much that you could barely see his gorgeous blue color in his eyes. His words immediately triggered a reaction in your clit, already missing his dick inside you. In one swift movement, you sat on his lap and started making out with him, your tongues and lips fully covered in your saliva from the sloppy, yet passionate kiss you shared. You moaned loudly when you felt him pull your top up, revealing your tits as his lips sucked on your hard nipples while he forced you to rub against his erection.

"You missed my dick inside you, didn't you baby? Show me how much you missed me." his voice was incredibly sexy right now and you couldn't hold it anymore. You undressed yourself completely before helping Stu undress, leaving him with only his boxers and pajama pants around his ankles. Finally, you grabbed his long, erected dick and lined it up with your soaked pussy, ready to take him. When he penetrated you, you both moaned simultaneously and he barely gave you time to adjust to his size. He immediately started pounding into you from underneath, before helping you ride him while grabbing your hips tightly and pulling you up and down.

"That's my girl, always ready to take me so well. Fuck, I really missed this wet pussy..." he admitted before laying you down on the bed. Then he changed to a position called "mating press", making you see stars and moan loudly as his cock started pounding into you at a fast pace, one that only a man with Stu's stamina would be able to do.

"Fuck Stu, I'm gonna cum!!" you moaned like a porn star as his dick constantly touched your g-stop until you came hard.

"That's it, babygirl... you're so fucking hot when you cum for me." Stu came deep inside you right after, trying to catch his breath before cuddling with you until you felt ready for a second round.

There was no way William didn't hear you and Stu fucking like needy and horny teenagers... you're gonna be in so much trouble.

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torglives · 11 months

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i feel like i never really post about britta, (which i need to fix because i love her so dearly) but something i’ve noticed is that she really is just consistently driven by and dependent on other people’s opinions about her. there are so many instances where her low self esteem, or just like, self-loathing mindset, puts her on a path to make self-destructive decisions. she has a conversation with frankie in her car in s6 that’s kind of about this, but s3 has so many obvious examples too and i just want to talk about them. so.

i feel like it really shows with the pizza guy, who appears in both 03x18 and 03x04. in remedial chaos theory: in every other timeline, britta smokes weed after being shut down by jeff when she tries to sing, as a reaction to the rejection (because, again, she is very dependent on her friends’ reactions to her.), but in the timeline 6, she’s sober, and when she goes to get the pizza, she “falls in love” with the pizza guy, who everyone else says is weird and creepy. and i feel like, surface level, it’s played off as a funny “britta hates herself has horrible taste in men” moment, but when we factor in what happens in 03x18 i think it kind of gives it more depth? or, at least seriousness.

in course listing unavailable, after everyone is expelled from greendale, spirits are DOWN big time. when abed says “britta aren’t you going to explain that every failure is also an oppurtunity?” she replies with, “whatever, i’m the worst” and shirley says “not going to argue [...].” when she goes to get the pizza, she opens the door and the same pizza guy is there, shirley says “it does seem like things couldn’t get any worse”, and they smile at eachother kinda flirtatiously. troy has his “no we have eachother!” monologue and then he turns to britta and says “and you’re not the worst, you’re the best.” then she SLAMS THE DOOR in the pizza guy’s face. very obvious example of her poor self esteem and negative headspace driving her to make self-destructive/impulsive decisions. (it also shows, again, how dependent she is on other people’s opinions. the change in mindset was really quick.)

obviously this shows with her ex-boyfriend blade, too, and like twelve billion other examples involving the men she’s attracted to. i am not a troy/britta fan at all, but i really think a big part of britta’s attraction to troy is because troy was the only person who ever expressed affection to her normally and genuinely. (ex. the text message in origins of vampire mythology.) i also think that if their relationship happened in a season that wasn’t the gas-leak year (because the characters were just so..... weird.... and exaggerated in s4), this would’ve been touched on a little bit more. anyway tldr i love britta and she’s played off as a joke most of the time, but i think theres a lot of serious depth and potential to her character that i wish we got more of.

#sorry this is NOT coherent but i made this blog to infodump and nothing can stop me #'sorry i britta-d our goodbye im the worst' 'youre the best and i love you'#is so sweet idc i love them as friends theyre everything to me #britta perry #community #nbc community #cooper talks

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goldenboygate · 4 months

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I’m very new to F1 (as in, I started being a fan this past summer), but I’ve watched/read/consumed so much about it and the drivers (past and present) that it feels like longer. Anyways, thank you for validating my feelings about pr3, at first I was like “oh he’s funny” but gradually I started liking him less and less. I can’t pinpoint why, and I am not very familiar with what happened between him and Lando as teammates but something about his vibes don’t click with me. Idk. What makes you not like him? If you’re up to sharing? I’m trying to put it into words for myself. :/

Believe it or not, I was actually a Dan fan in the beginning. It all started going downhill some years ago, starting with him saying the n-word in a song. As someone with black people in my immediate family I have both witnessed them being called that word + have listened when they have told me how much that word affects them, and I just had an immediate “nope fuck that shit” reaction. It’s not our word, we don’t get to use it - it doesn’t matter the capacity.

It only got worse after that. His frat boy humour, lack of accountability and immaturity made me weak in the knees when I was younger (I had shit taste in men back then. Like abysmal. Cocaine snorting chefs level of trash heaps). The problem is that I grew up, while he didn’t. He still has that same immature humour, he still takes no accountability for his behaviour on track but the worst thing (and what tipped me over the edge of “he’s a loser to he’s a fucking loser”) were his fans.

His fans + his own team have done him no favours. They are delusional (truly, really), they attack others like a rabid mob (Lando, McLaren social media admins, Mind volunteers) and his team is known to have planted stories about Lando during their two years as teammates together. Don’t even get me started on the lies told about his former trainer Michael Italiano on X that he has never addressed. Zero accountability, I’m telling you.

How he handled Lando post-attack was horrid. Disgusting. And how he used PR to play the dopey, horribly treated victim during his last year of McLaren while it’s been factually proven that he knew he was on his way out just speaks to what kind of person he is. He got his fans so riled up that they viciously attacked his team at McLaren (engineers and others) who then made public pleas for them to stop. Yet he has never taken to social media to stop his rabid pack of dogs. He holds they key yet he refuses to utilise it.

He leaves teams as soon as he realises he can’t cope. He left RBR cause Max was better, he left Renault cause of money and he flounced out of McLaren cause he’s a mid driver who couldn’t adapt his driving style, something Lando does every single race.

He believes his own hype because he’s been catered to his entire life. Things are never his fault, always someone else’s or the cars or the teams. He is selfish as a teammate and the fact that he talked so much shit about Lando before joining McLaren just to get his ass handed back to him on a plate brings me immense joy.

He was going to send Lando to FE but in the end Lando was the sole architect of his demise 😌

#i have faith in yuki #karenína answers #anti ricciardo #and that’s that 😅#also welcome and I’m sorry for the rant

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multi-lefaiye · 1 year

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all the general questions for any ship that's on your mind?

hi remember these asks lmao- anyway.

i know i said i was gonna do these for tftgs ships but uhh i have billy and salvatore on the brain so i'm gonna talk about them

for context, salvatore and billy are based on yet another horror series i like, but i'm just kinda taking them and running away with them so so fast. they're mine now, no takebacks <3

salvatore is an ex-mobster-turned-vampire who was trapped in a small, empty cell for around ten years, stripped completely of his personhood and identity. and billy is the human who broke him out and saved him, and they eventually fell in love <3

so here we go :3 answers under the cut b/c this got a little long!

Who initiated the relationship, and how did it go?

i think this was a mutual thing, but in terms of who first broached the subject it was probably salvatore, if only because billy is generally very oblivious and didn't register that he'd even been flirting with the vampire. it was a while after that before they decided to actually try anything, though, for a variety of reasons--many of them having to do with salvatore's internalized homophobia and shit he's been through in past relationships with men.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

okay this is something i have so many thoughts about so buckle the fuck up. their first official date was something billy planned for weeks and weeks, because he wanted to sweep sal off his feet in a way no one ever had before. and salvatore bitched the whole time, but he was really touched at the same time.

the date started with a visit to a drive-in movie theater, with the two cuddling in billy's car, holding hands in the dark and watching a horror movie (not sure which one off the top of my head haha!). billy thought a horror movie would be a fun choice, because he very much wanted the cliche of like... picking something scary so your partner huddles with you and you can protect them. this backfired lmao--billy was the one who was scared.

after the movie, they went to a small, out-of-the-way diner and had dinner (salvatore can't taste human food anymore, but he still indulges from time to time, and he likes to make sure billy has enough to eat).

and finally, they drove out to a cliff and sat on the hood of billy's car to look at the stars for a while and just. hang out. at some point, i imagine they danced a little to some music billy had on CD's in his car, but mostly they just vibed until billy fell asleep in salvatore's arms.

What was their first kiss like?

their first kiss happened before their first official date, when salvatore was trying to teach billy how to swing dance. it wasn't going well--billy is horribly uncoordinated--and salvatore was laughing and teasing him but still very patiently showing him the steps. and eventually salvatore was so struck by how *cute* billy was, trying his best, that he surged up on his toes and pecked him on the lips. it took them both a second to realize what happened, and they both got so so flustered hehe <3

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

i think salvatore is billy's first relationship with another man, but aside from that, nope! they both dated before meeting each other, to some degree. salvatore had two previous partners before billy, and billy had a few girlfriends before salvatore.

What’s their height difference? Age difference?

billy is about 5'11" (actually around 179 cm) and, when he meets salvatore, 24 years old. salvatore, meanwhile, is 5'6" (167 cm) and 48 years old when he meets billy (though he was turned into a vampire when he was 38, so he's forever physically in his late 30s). so that's a height difference of 5 inches (about 12 cm) and an age difference of 24 years. don't worry about it <3

What’s their relationship with each other’s families?

billy will never get to meet any of salvatore's family, and that's probably for the best. sal was pretty estranged from his family even before he was turned, and they didn't exactly end on good terms. and by the time he meets billy, his family has moved on and forgotten him entirely.

salvatore, meanwhile, has met some of billy's family! billy is unfortunately a bit estranged from his family as well, but he's still decently close with his sister kate. she's met salvatore and the two get along pretty well! and yes kate teases the shit out of her brother for being into older men (though she doesn't quite know *how* much older salvatore is, nor that he's a vampire).

Who takes the lead in social situations?

it really depends! sal is definitely more confident overall, but he also spent ten years with almost no socialization, so it's a miracle he's still capable of holding his own in a conversation. so, for the most part, billy takes the lead to make sure salvatore doesn't get too overwhelmed.

Who gets jealous easier?

definitely salvatore!! he's pretty insecure in a lot of ways and struggles to fully accept that billy isn't going anywhere. however, he gets better about it with time as he comes to understand that billy isn't going to ditch him.

not to say that billy doesn't have his moments, though, and billy can be downright *vicious* on the rare occasions that he's actually jealous. salvatore thinks it's cute.

Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear?

they both do!! i think salvatore is more likely to, though, because he thinks it's so cute that billy gets flustered so easily. the only thing stopping him from doing it more often is the height difference.

#talk to the bunnykitty #vacantgodling #ask game #i don't have a tag for these two do i whoops-#romance cw #i care them your honor...........

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familyofpebbles · 11 months

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Switzerland- October 2021

Reaching back in time for this one… Still trying to find the time and motivation to write!

A quick update on everyday life first. I finally left the bank and got a new job at the childcare center here on post. It’s not something I ever would have considered but all of a sudden something switched and I decided I wanted to take the leap and try it out. Turns out, I absolutely love it! I think it’s the first job I’ve ever had where I can honestly say that. I am in the infant room- 6 weeks to 18 months- and it is so much fun. I love all the kids and have such a fun time getting to know them and watching their milestones and building relationships with them. I genuinely look forward to seeing them after weekends.

I also picked up a new hobby and started going to Jiu Jitsu classes twice a week! I usually go with my friend and neighbor Taylor. Despite being a class of mostly large men, it’s actually really fun! I wish there was a female class so it could be a little more evenly matched, but most everybody has a welcoming attitude and I always learn a lot. Plus it’s a fantastic workout.

Robert is currently getting ready to go to an interview for BLC instructor, which will begin to determine how much longer we stay in Germany. I think we’ll be happy either way, honestly. There’s benefits to being in either place, and we managed to see all the places we absolutely HAD to, so it wouldn’t be so heartbreaking to go.

Okay! Switzerland. Over a year ago!

We were planning on roadtripping since there was so many stops to make. The day before we left, the car brakes started making noise. We consulted with a mechanic buddy, determined we probably could make it since it JUST started… and decided to just go for it. Couldn’t miss out on Switzerland!

We drove through beautiful countryside dotted with sweet blonde cows and watched the mountains grow as we progressed, listening to Harry Potter along the way. Google took us through some very questionable routes, even taking us through some poor farming family’s private driveway- oops! Our first stop was Zurich, where we met up with one of Robert’s old friends, Alex- a German he had met online as a child and emailed back and forth for a while, until he actually came to Montana to live with Robert’s family for a month! He and his boyfriend took us to the first vegetarian restaurant in the world and then on a little tour of the city. We actually stopped and took a picture at a bridge that you found out later by looking through old projector slides, your grandfather had taken a photo on when he was young and in the air force! Happy coincidence day! We unfortunately couldn’t stay too long since we had to get to our next stop with some daylight left, but it was super cool having that connection. I love having a web of acquaintances all over the world.

Our final stop of the day was Lucerne. A cozier feeling city- this one appealed to us a bit more than Zurich had. We saw the famous lion in the cliffside, crossed the old wooden bridge, and had a lovely time exploring. We decided that this was certainly the place to try fondue for the first time, and you scoured google for the best reviews. We landed on a small restaurant that luckily had an opening and got a small table squished into a corner. It was uncomfortably hot in there, and within moments you began to smell the table of workers behind you, all dressed in matching polos (though we couldn’t see what for) that had perhaps done some physical labor prior to eating. It was a bit too much, so we asked to be sat outside. Our waiter was confused but gave us blankets, and soon we were the only ones outside.

Now, you’d think that a giant bowl of melty cheese and bread would be right up our alley, so we were pretty excited. Out comes a GIANT vat of cheese and a bowl of bread the size of both of our heads- a translation issue we thought- one to share turned into two-in-one. Ah well. So we tasted it! And… it was horrible. Strangely sweet and vaguely tasting of alcohol and paired with soggy bread cubes- it was just not what we had expected! Keeping in mind how wildly expensive this cauldron of cheese was, we reluctantly ate enough to keep us full for the night. During this, an old man passed by our table and loudly crop dusted us! We stared at each other over our nasty cheese in shock and just started laughing. At least the wine was good!

Our Airbnb that night was a low ceilinged room in a house up in the hills. Very cozy, and when we woke we were treated to an incredible view of the rolling green pastures dotted with serene cows. We came downstairs to a lovely breakfast spread our hostess had prepared for us- fresh breads, cheeses, yogurt, honey, jams… everything you could want! It was delicious and we had a nice little chat with her as well. Though the relaxation of total privacy is sacrificed with spots like these, I do like the experiences that come with them, especially if it’s just a quick overnight pit stop!

The first stop of the day was Lake Brienz. It was an overcast day, but the water was shockingly blue, and the mountains towered up into the clouds. We walked along the shoreline for a while, and met a sweet little kitty who stopped to see us and hang out beneath my cape for a bit before moving on. (Yes, cape. I felt it was fitting for this mountainous adventure!)

Next was Grindewald- a pretty little ski resort town (and therefore rather expensive). We just stopped long enough to walk the main street, and only realized the mountains reached as staggeringly high as they did when the clouds parted midway up. We still couldn’t see the tops of them and they were absolutely looming over the town! Massively impressive.

And then- the stop I had been looking forward to the most: Lauterbrunnen! We loudly squealed into a parking lot in our rapidly deteriorating car, and stepped out to see the most breathtaking mountain view we’ve seen in our lives.

Lauterbrunnen sits in a narrow valley of green rolling hills tucked between towering rocky cliffs. The sun tracks directly between the massive walls, and waterfalls pour over the sides. It looks like you’ve stepped into the setting of a high fantasy. In fact, we as we came to find out later, it directly inspired Rivendell. This WAS a fantasy setting- home of the elves.

We started walking down a path through the town and deeper into the valley. We took in all the contend cows, bells softly sounding, as they meandered through what must surely be cow heaven. Farm houses dotted the valley here and there- one of them had a small unattended enclosed stand with their cheese and jam, a paper with a price list, and a small box to leave money in. We bought some cheese- it was delicious.

It had been cloudy as we drove up, but as we started walking, the clouds parted ahead of us and we got to see the sun descend in front of us and golden hour light up the whole valley. It was stunning.

We walked until we were hungry, and then turned back towards town to get some food. There, we tried what was to be our favorite dish in Switzerland- one we got more than once- *~alpermagronen~*. It’s creamy gruyere mac n cheese, caramelized onions, roasted potatoes, and applesauce. I cannot emphasize enough what a perfect October mountain comfort meal it was. I’m jealous of my past self. I need to learn to make it.

After, we took the small yellow train up the cliffside to the town of Wengen- which is the only way to reach it. By this time, the clouds had returned and a dramatic fog had rolled in (the sun had stayed with us just long enough for the perfect walk). We arrived and wandered the little ski town- bought some Wengen chocolate truffles (delicious), tried and failed to lure a cow over for me to pet (bucket list item), and took a walk through the town on a path passing picturesque little homes perched on the edge of the cliff, and into the fields beyond. We could hear muffled cowbells sounding deep in the fog beyond what we could see. It was truly magical.

We awoke in Interlaken after a bit of a runaround trying to get into our shared Airbnb the night before. We headed straight out, picking up breakfast at a local bakery and stopping at God’s Left Eye to eat it. The morning sun was filtering through the leaves so perfectly, and the lake was such a clear and piercing blue. It was really a dream morning.

Then on to St. Beatus’ Caves- supposedly where St. Beautus slayed a dragon that lived inside. I feel bad for the dragon. But the winding pathways that zigzagged up the mountain to the entrance with bridges over the river tumbling down the side was another piece of inspiration for Rivendell. We got to overlook God’s Left Eye this time, gazing at it under a waterfall.

The cave system was far larger than we thought! A labyrinth of tunnels and rocks patterned like dragon scales- easy to see where the mythology came from. There were so many corners and coves and pools with rocks arcing over them… we both decided it would only be too natural to see Gollum hunching over one. And yet again, we were actually correct- those very caves were still another inspiration for Tolkien himself.

After this, we started off in the direction of our Airbnb for the night, but not before making one more stop at a rather famous lake that I cannot remember the name of now. It’s known for being very blue, and in all the photos it looks very tranquil. Unfortunately, we got there a little later than anticipated and the light was low enough that we didn’t see the full brightness of it… and it happened to be very crowded. It was actually just off the road, and had a couple lodges and restaurants and boat tours… but we found some lounging chairs and relaxed in front of it for a bit anyway. It was still very pretty.

This did lead us to driving to our Airbnb in the pitch black night, up very windy mountain roads with no street lights and sometimes no guard rails on very scary sounding brakes. Truthfully we are very lucky we made it. We arrived, slightly unsure if we were at the right spot, but eventually figured that it was very unlikely to be a different guest house all together, and settled in for the evening. This was when we found out about the Tolkien journey, actually. Our very last night! I couldn’t believe I didn’t know about it before. It’s lucky I have naturally good taste ;)

We awoke to an incredible view that we had missed the night before. We were on the side of a huge valley, surrounded by farmland- and cows of course! It was a frosty morning- the sun hadn’t touched our bit of land yet. We took deep breaths of fresh air and met our host outside, where we exchanged friendly hellos. And then. Then! I saw a small pasture full of cows right next to the driveway! This was my last chance to pet a Swiss cow!! I ran back over to out host as she was about to get into her car and asked if it was okay to go pet them… and she said yes!

You and I went up to the pen and started trying to sweet talk the cows over. They looked like they were younger, and though hesitant, were certainly intrigued. They made their way over, frequently stopping, gazing at us with big eyes and attuned ears. We kept cooing at them until the bravest made their way up and finally! I got to pet some sweet blonde belled Swiss cows! They loved it, especially scratches around their horns, and jostled for attention. I was in heaven (and so were they, it seemed!) Literally the perfect end to this vacation. Bucket list item secured.

Well, kind of the end. The ACTUAL end is that our car did not make it home. It MIGHT have, but there was a massive traffic pile up and we were riding our brakes so much that they eventually seized. We had to pull over two hours away from home and call a tow truck to bring it back the rest of the way, which set us back a neat $900. We are very thankful though- One, for being able to make it through the bulk of our trip safely, and to see all the amazing sights we saw, and Two, for being in a place financially that, while uncomfortable, that towing price was not going to ruin us. We have a savings for that sort of thing, and we tapped into it. I feel so fortunate to be able to be at this point in our lives, and so relatively young. I’m thankful that our takeaway was that we made a conscious decision to roll the dice, and we managed to stay safe and make it to nearly the end of the trip, and could afford that final consequence.

So the final memory of this Switzerland trip can be a positive one- sweet pecan cakes, the sun rays through towering mountains, and the feeling of soft cow fur under loving fingers. All hand in hand with the love of my life.

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Sae My Name - Chapter 7: Operation: Rescue Saeyoung

Fandom: Mystic Messenger Rating: Mature Chapter 7 Wordcount: 2571 Pairings: MC (Jin) / Vanderwood, other background ships. Notes: This fic is focused around a trans MC, which plays a big role in her story. She is the focus character, though the rest of the RFA and side characters do play a part

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Jin drained the last of the coffee Vanderwood had made for her, quietly appreciating the effort he’d put into making this rescue not only a success but tolerable. Saeran was still asleep in the backseat. The tension of their upcoming rescue was getting to her. Jin’s job was easy. Navigate there, slip into the driver’s seat and let the other two infiltrate and retrieve the eldest triplet, and then get the fuck out of dodge when they got back to the car. Simple. And yet she was shaking like a leaf. Jin set her phone on the dashboard and gripped her thighs in an attempt to get control of her own jitters.

Vanderwood reached out and put his hand over hers, twining their fingers together.

“Don’t be afraid. We’ll get him back.”

“What if everything goes sideways?” Jin asked, cursing the tremor that had snuck into her voice as well.

“It won’t. Saeyoung is a trained agent. This isn’t his first time being taken hostage. He’ll probably never forgive me for telling you this, but I think you need to hear it. Saeyoung and I have been in more difficult situations than you’ve had midterms. I could probably swing this rescue myself now that I know where he is, but Saeran knows the location and is perfectly capable of holding his own in a situation like this. I’d take you in there but I need to know you’re safe out here.”

“And you knew I wouldn’t just agree to stay home.”

Vanderwood chuckled. “Not like it’d necessarily be safe there without Seven to handle his security.”

Jin nodded but didn’t say anything. There’d been enough hints that Jin wasn’t really surprised about Saeyoung and Vanderwood being secret mission types. She wasn’t surprised that Saeran could handle himself. They’d both had lifetimes to perfect the art of hiding from her father which she’d only really started managing a year ago. And they had lives that lived into being hidden better than whatever it was she had going on. What did surprise her was how nice it felt to get comfort from someone who wasn’t just placating her. Or maybe it was just how nice Vanderwood’s hand felt enclosing hers, warm and strong in the face of her fear. Oh. Oh no. Don’t start thinking like that, Jin. We don’t have room to have our heart broken again.

Just as she was thinking that Saeran sat forward in the back seat. “How long until we get there?”

Jin picked her phone up and checked the ETA.

“Six minutes.”

“Great. Just enough time to drink this.” Jin heard the telltale sound of a can opening and moments later the sound of a can being crushed.

“That… was a fast energy drink.”

“They taste horrible.” Saeran said. “But so does coffee and at least this has sparkles.”

As they drove slowly through the neighborhood in question, Jin was stunned. There were basically no street lights and Vanderwood had cut their lights to avoid standing out like a sore thumb. Jin had told him the last few turns of directions and then darkened her screen.

“Still no streetlights, huh? Yeah, that’s home.” Saeran said quietly from the back seat.

They pulled up behind the house and Vanderwood slid out of the car. He used his hold on her hand from the drive to pull her over the median console and into the driver’s seat. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear, just barely audible but warm enough that she felt her cheeks flush in reaction. “Buckle up, we’ll be back in just a minute.”

Jin did as she was told. Rolling the windows up and locking the car, she watched their silent progress toward the house. There were men out front, but no one noticed them sneak in through the back.

As the minutes passed, Jin found herself thinking of every possible eventuality. They could get caught in there and never come back out. They could get hurt, maimed, or killed even. She was fine for the first five minutes but after that she started to get more and more jittery. There was no change in the exterior of the home. She would have thought she’d see lights turn on or people moving around, but there was nothing. The longer she waited the less she paid attention to anything happening around her that wasn’t the house, so when someone knocked on the driver’s window she made an unholy shriek before realizing it was a police officer. That isn’t necessarily better, knowing father, but…

Jin rolled down her window and apologized to the officer.

“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t see you walk up and it’s so dark you startled me. What can I do for you?” She put on her dealing-with-politicians voice and was suddenly grateful for these kinds of etiquette lessons that she’d had as a child. Who knew they’d come in handy at pre-dawn in one of the shadiest neighborhoods in the city? Not Jin, that’s for sure!

“Miss, can you tell me what you’re doing in this neighborhood, at this time of night, with your car running and your headlights off?”

“Oh, sure.” She said, letting her formal tone slip into something slightly more airheaded. “My boyfriend and I came to pick up my brothers who’ve been drinking.”

“Mmhmm.” He said. “That doesn’t explain the running vehicle and the headlights, Miss.”

“Well, the headlights are off cause they were pointing right at someone’s house which was rude, and I figured I didn’t need them on while I was waiting anyway. And the car’s running for the A/C. It’s gross humid out right now, sir.”

The officer grumbled. “And why were you so scared when I walked up, then?”

“Because it’s dark, it’s - excuse my language - a shitty neighborhood, and my boyfriend isn’t with me right now?”

Jin’s phone chose that moment to vibrate and light up in her lap. She winced at the brightness of the screen, but took the chance to look away from the officer and check the message - it could be important. Hopefully it wasn’t Vanderwood or Saeran…

Jumin > Jin: Please bring him home safe.

“May I see that message Miss?” The officer asked. She turned her phone to face him, surprised to see the tense set of his shoulders relax a tick in response to the text.

“I can see your family care for one another. You should keep this boyfriend if he’s willing to come out this late and retrieve drunks with you, Miss. But also consider letting him drive home. You’re a little too wound up to drive safely.”

“Oh, but I promised him—”

“Don’t worry, I’ll stay here until they come back so you don’t have to worry.”

Jin just nodded. She didn’t trust this cop as far as she could throw him. He was actually being reasonable if this were just a normal situation.

“Thanks, I’ll text and let them know so they hurry up and we don’t waste too much of your time.”

Jin pulled up her group text with the boys, and typed out the most innocuous honest message she could.

Jin > Family: There’s a nice officer waiting with me out here so no one strange tries anything. Saeran > Family: We should be out in another minute or so. Saeyoung’s passed out.

“Did they respond?” The officer said when her phone vibrated again.

“Yeah.” She said, not needing to hide the smile in her tone. “My older brother’s passed out, so it’s taking a bit. They should be out any minute.”

“You should get him to stop drinking so much.” The officer said, and Jin chuckled.

“He doesn’t like to listen to his little sister, but I’ll try, Sir.”

Moments later, Vanderwood, with Saeyoung over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, came walking casually out of the house.

“Those yours?” The officer asked.

“Yeah. The tall one’s my boyfriend.” She said, just loud enough that she knew Vanderwood should hear it and help her ruse. She popped the locks on the car so they could get in and unbuckled her belt.

“Yeah, he looks like a keeper.” The cop said and chuckled. There was something about that laugh that Jin didn’t like, but she chalked it up to her current anxiety level and let it go.

Moments later, they reached the car and Saeran helped Vanderwood get Saeyoung into the back seat and buckled up. The cop looked at Vanderwood and then gestured to Jin. “She’s too jittery to drive, you awake and sober enough?”

“Haven’t had a drop to drink that wasn’t coffee, Sir.” Vanderwood said. “Alright babe, let me drive.” He said, and opened the door. Instead of clambering over the median again, Jin stood up and planted a kiss on Vanderwood’s cheek.

“Thanks, Honey. I owe you one.” She practically skipped around the car, grateful to the dark for hiding the blush on her cheeks.

Once they were set to go, Vanderwood nodded to the cop and turned the headlights on, before they pulled out into the night. Three triplets and one very put upon secret agent in a fancy sportscar. Christ that sounds like the opening to a terrible joke.

Once they’d turned the corner, the cop triggered his radio. “Target heading east, Black Herrari, License Number—“

“We have a tail.” Saeran said into the somewhat oppressive silence that reigned.

“I assumed as much.” Vanderwood said. “Cops are poison to a stealth op.”

“I’m sorry.” Jin said quietly. I know I should have tried harder to get rid of the cop…

“What are you sorry for?” Vanderwood asked in his usual tone that she still found impossible to read. Is he asking me to enumerate my faults so he can properly chastise me? Is it sarcasm? I have literally no idea. I guess I should take him literally.

“Well, I mean if I’d managed to get rid of the cop…” she started.

Vanderwood chuckled, “Jin, you did an acceptable job. At worst. Even some agents with years of experience still get screwed over by cops. They don’t follow logic.”

“Besides,” Saeran added, “That was no normal cop. I don’t know if you two noticed, but he didn’t have a squad car.”

“No wonder he snuck up on me! I was sure I’d have noticed if another car were moving about.” Jin said as though Saeran had just solved an incredibly tough riddle. Then it hit her. “Fuck.”

“What happened?” Vanderwood asked, his concern only notable through the slight tightening of his hands on the steering wheel.

“Not a normal cop means he was working for my father. Means it’s not a normal tail so we definitely can’t just go back to the bunker as planned. But also I told him you were my boyfriend.” Jin had realized the depth of her mistake but she didn’t think that Vanderwood understood it.

“That was a good ruse.” Vanderwood brushed off her concern with a teasing tone. “And I got a free kiss out of the deal.”

“I’m not sure a free kiss was worth your life.” Jin mumbled, trying to balance being embarrassed with being concerned and generally failing.

“My life? What, you mean my social life?”

“No, you idiot!” Jin said, going straight from whatever that emotional mess had been to angry as though a switch had been flipped. “Your actual ability to live and breathe. The last time I dated someone they disappeared. And then Father gave me a long lecture about who I’m seeing not being my choice. He threw the chunk of her ear that had the couple earrings we’d bought still attached at my feet. She’s still officially listed as a missing person.”

“I never would have guessed you were a lesbian.” Vanderwood said with a shrug. As though her outburst hadn’t phased him in the slightest.

“That’s because I’m not.” Jin said, trying to calm down by forcing herself to take deep breaths. “She died because I decided to date her on a whim. She died because I was too confused about myself and too naïve to think my father wouldn’t take his anger out on only me.”

“I mean, if you want to date there’s a solution to that.” Vanderwood said, “Make yourself distasteful as an heir, then he won’t care who you date.”

“Yeah, he’ll just kill me instead.” Jin said bitterly. They’d had that argument, too. “Listen, there are reasons I left my father’s home, Vanderwood.”

“I get it. And that’s your story, Jin. You don’t have to bare your soul to me for me to accept your assertions. I trust you, but I won’t let your father’s whims decide my emotions. I refuse to fear garbage like him.” He said, quietly. “But also, I will never let that man lay a hand on you again. Any of you.”

“Aw, Vandy cares about me.” Saeyoung’s voice came faintly from the back seat, and Jin turned her head so quickly she might have given herself whiplash.

“Seven?!”

“In the flesh, though I’m not sure it’s a great place to be.” Seven replied, cracking his eyes open. “How did you two find me?”

“They didn’t.” Saeran said from next to him. “I did.”

Jin got to watch Seven’s reaction to seeing his twin, and it almost broke her heart.

“Saeran? How did… When did… Are you okay?!” Seven said, failing to manage his sentences enough to get any of them out properly.

Saeran sighed. “They bullied me into helping find you. I feel like shit. I’m going back to sleep.”

Saeyoung just stared at his brother, open longing on his face, and Jin turned back around. She might be their triplet, but she’d never have that kind of relationship with them. Maybe it’d be better and safer for everyone if I just went back to father. I can survive presenting male again… Probably. That would keep the other two safe and give him no reason to go after Vanderwood, but—

As If summoned by her thoughts, Vanderwood reached over and put his hand on her knee.

“Whatever you’re thinking, quit it. And while you’re at it, call Jumin. Our tail’s getting bolder. We should hole up with his Security. And get him to call his doctor, Seven needs care.”

“How long does it take to trace a call?” she asked suddenly.

Vanderwood shot her a look. “Not long, why?”

“Tracking my calls is just something Father likes to do. And while he may not know this cell number yet, he does know Jumin’s.”

“Okay, just keep it short then.”

Jin could hear Seven muttering something about ‘not getting to talk to his boy toy’, ‘being the only one that got to bleed in his babes’, and ‘thank god they brought the black one’.

“This is Jumin Han.” “Jumin, it’s Jin.” “Jin. News?” “We have him. He’s injured. We have a tail.” “Bring him here, I will message you the address and the garage code. Give me an estimated time of arrival and I will meet you in the parking garage with bodyguards.” “Bless you, Jumin Han.” “No, bless you for bringing him home. Now navigate. I will see you shortly.”

Jin hung up the phone and looked at it. “Seven, does your boyfriend ever use contractions when he talks?”

“Nope! It’s so cute~!” Seven said cheerfully from the back seat, and Jin sighed. How do such different men attract each other? It’s beyond me.

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysmes #choi twins #choi triplets #triplets au #vanderwood x mc #ao3 link

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uncpanda · 2 years

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Brave

Prompt: That Don’t Impress Me Much by Shania Twain’

Requested by: ANON

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of friends with benefits. Nothing graphic.

AN: Oneshot number two of our start to the holiday season!

“Well don’t you look nice?”

You smile as you take your heels off, “Look at you, breaking into my apartment and waiting for me to get home. That’s a whole new level of creepy.”

Dick snorts and rolls his eyes, “I brought Chinese food. Including your favorites.” He sings the word favorite.

You laugh, “Well that makes it much less creepy.”

You meet him at the kitchen counter and swipe the first container of Chinese food and then slide onto the counter. Your dress rides up and you pull it back down. Your first bite is amazing and you groan.

“So dinner was bad?”

“Horrible. Incredibly small portions of things that smelled horrible. And I had to listen to two hours of him talking about this car he races. It’s my third bad date in a row. The first one went on and on about every academic thing he ever did and how other academics have screwed him over. The second one spent more time looking at himself in the window than he did talking with me. If I didn’t know better, I’d say Babs was doing this on purpose.”

A hand lands on your knee and you look over at Dick, he’s grinning.

You gently bite down on your tongue and look at your best friend, “Does she know?”

His hand glides back and forth on your leg. He’s holding back laughter. You roll your eyes and cross your legs, removing Dick’s hand from your skin. He doesn’t say anything, only picks up his own carton of Chinese food.

“I didn’t tell her anything. She might have, however, seen me coming out of your apartment at three o’clock in the morning. She might have then drawn her own conclusions. She thinks we’re secretly dating.”

You take another bite of food, “We’re not.”

“Which is strange, because we both want it.”

You sigh. Every word out of Dick’s mouth is the truth. Yes. The two of you are attracted

to each other. And yes, you’ve been in a friends with benefits situation for over a year with him. And sure neither of you had slept with anyone else in that time. BUT you most certainly weren’t dating. Dating within the team never ended well, and Dick was one of your best friends. You weren’t willing to lose him.

You slide off the counter, “Dick . . .we’ve had this conversation.”

He doesn’t get mad or upset. Dick never gets mad or upset. He’s taken everything you’ve thrown at him with grace. He’s patiently waiting for you to come to your senses, but your senses are terrified of what you and Dick could become. You swallow another bite of food, you can’t taste it anymore.

“We should stop this. Spend some time apart. This isn’t fair . . . to you or me.”

He shrugs, “I’m good. I knew what I was getting into.”

You set the food on the counter and lean towards him, “You’re good with me going out with other men?”

“You’ve had three dates in a year. They all lasted less than three hours. And you didn’t even kiss them goodnight. Like I said. I’m good.”

You take a deep breath. Dick has never pushed you for anything more. He’s made it clear he wants more, but he’s always been willing to simply accept what you’re willing to give him. It makes you sick, the fact that you want more but aren’t brave enough to go after it.”

You fight crime on a daily basis. You’ve gone up against world ending monsters. And Dick has been next to you every step of the way. He’s been the one stable thing in your life, and you aren’t willing to lose him. You regret that first night of weakness. You’d come home from a dinner with your parents. You were the disappointment of the family. You’d gone into something other than the corporate world. You’d spent four hours with them and your siblings listening to how you weren’t good enough and how you were wasting your life.

Dick had been waiting for you which wasn’t unusual Dick had started breaking into your room in middle school. He’d been waiting with a hug. You’d gone for a kiss instead and had ended up in bed together. From there, you’d repeated that mistake many times since. And Dick, he’s taken it all with grace. And despite the added element your friendship is still the same.

You feel a hand cup your cheek, you look up at Dick. There’s still no pressure. There’s still no expectation. You wonder how he does it. You’ve been at war with yourself since you first kissed him. Can you be brave enough? “It’s okay.” His voice is calm and reassuring.

You shake your head, “No. It’s not. I’m in love with you, but . . .”

“You can’t. I know.” He leans forward and kisses your forehead, “Go change and we can watch a movie.”

You bite your lip, and cover the hand on your cheek with your own, “I was going to say I’m scared.”

He blinks in surprise at that, “What?”

“I’m scared, but I want to try.”

That slow easy smile comes over his face and he leans into kiss you, “That’s what partners are for, to support and love you no matter what.” You kiss him and then curl into his chest, terrified and excited about what comes next.

#dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson drabble #dick grayson imagine #nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine #nightwing reader insert #DC comics #DC Universe #dc reader insert #dc imagine

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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Teaming Up with Sam and Bucky ft Zemo

Pairing: FEM!Reader; Bucky Barnes x reader, Sam Wilson x reader; platonic(?), let’s throw in some Zemo x reader

Summary: What it would be like to team up with our favorite duo. Takes place during TFATWS.

Warnings: none, TFATWS SPOILERS. Lowkey a mess :D

A/n: Ever since TFATWS came out I’ve been reminded of how much I love Bucky and Sam. Also I have a new found love for Zemo. I’ve just been so obsessed with this series and I’ve been reading so many fics about it, so I decided to finally write my own :) Enjoy my loves❤️

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You’re basically working with a bunch of children.

The children mostly being Sam and Bucky, though Zemo does have his moments once he joins you three.

You’ve known dumb and dumber for a few years now, being part of the Avengers, you’ve worked with Sam on multiple missions. The friendship blooming somewhere in between.

You were also close friends with Steve; when he first came out the ice, you were assigned to help him adjust to the modern world by Fury. He would tell you a bunch of stories of him and Bucky running into trouble or Bucky always saving his ass whenever he was getting beaten up.

Eventually, you finally got to meet Bucky, though he wasn’t Bucky, he was the Winter Soldier. Your introduction to each other was quite memorable to say the least.

He choked you with that metal arm of his and for a split second you swore you might’ve found it attractive—till he threw your body against a car.

You sided with Cap during the accords and helped him protect Bucky. When that whole mess was over, Steve asked you to stay with Bucky in Wakanda to make sure he would be safe.

You were the first person to have some kind of bond with Bucky. Before and after he was freed from Hydra’s hold on him, you were always someone he knew he could trust.

When Steve told you what he was going to do while retuning the stones he told you to watch over them.

“Promise me you’ll keep an eye on Buck and Sam?” He asked you, sitting on the edge of your bed. He had snuck into your room late at night, knowing you were wide awake.

You squeezed his hand reassuringly, a lazy smile on your lips, “They don’t need me, I’m sure they’re capable of surviving on their own.” Steve breathes out a laugh and shakes his head, “You’d be surprised.”

“But seriously, (y/n), they need you. You know how they get when they’re together. You’re the only person in the world who knows how to deal with the both of them at the same time.” Steve reasons, his baby blues sparkling in the darkness of the guest room of Tony’s lake house.

“Make sure they’re not on the verge of killing each other or running into too much trouble?” You tiredly nod, sleep slowly consuming your body. “I promise, they’re gonna be alright, Steve.”

Sometimes you found yourself looking up at the sky, cursing at it—or Steve—for leaving you with two of the most childish and stubborn men you’ve ever known in your life.

You were like the mother of the group; breaking up fights, making sure they skipped no meals, patching up their boo-boos, etc.

“Will you stop staring at me?” Sam snapped, tossing his goggles onto the seat beside him to glare at Bucky.

“I’m not staring at you.” Bucky remarked from across Sam. His flesh and metal arm crossing with each other as he stared at Sam challengingly.

“Yes, you are. Your eyes are connecting with mine. You’re literally staring at me right now!” Sam pointed out, to which Bucky rolled his eyes at.

“Because I’m talking to you, genius. I wasn’t staring at you.” Bucky quipped.

“Yes you were!”

“No I wasn’t!”

This continued till they were sick of bickering with each other, finally yelling out your name for help.

The arguments were straight up petty. Bucky wouldn’t admit it, but he was the pettiest.

Exhibit 1: “LoOKiNG StrONg jOHn!”

Like seriously? Bucky’s the pettiest bitch, nobody can tell me otherwise.

You and Sam would definitely find it amusing how Bucky doesn’t trust Redwing.

Obviously, you all despise John Walker. Just the thought of him left a bad taste in your mouth.

He was like a fly that you all couldn’t get rid of. But because you were all painfully patient people—mostly you and Sam—you had to deal with his bullshit despite the way he annoyed you all.

Totally loosing your shit when Bucky helps Zemo break himself out of prison.

“Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.” You groaned, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose together.

Bucky looks at you with feign innocence; his mouth agape and puppy eyes. “I—didn’t do...anything(?).”

“You helped Zemo break out of prison didn’t you?” You crossed your arms at him, hip jutting out. As if on cue, Sokovian sugar daddy walks into the abandoned garage you were all in.

Before you can explode on him, Bucky tried to calm you down, “Wait, I technically didn’t do anything though! It was his plan!”

Zemo definitely lives up to being the ✨Sokovian Sugar Daddy✨ of your dysfunctional group.

I think you’d all be surprised at how rich he was. The amount of connections he had wasn’t that big of a shocker.

No like seriously, homie was pulling all sorts of shit out his ass; cars, private planes, houses in different countries, etc.

You all had a love hate relationship with Zemo. On days when he was actually helpful, you all got a long. On the days when things got horribly messy, Zemo couldn’t even let a word out since Sam would tell him to “shut up”.

Though that still doesn’t excuse the fact that he got the Avengers to spilt up and go against each other.

When you guys are all hiding out in one of Zemo’s apartments or homes, you would probably cook breakfast, lunch, or dinner for everyone.

They actually loved it when you cooked because it made the atmosphere feel a bit homey and calm compared to the current situation you were all in.

You were the person they can all go to. You were easy to talk to, making it easier for them to open up to you.

You always checked in on them mentally and physically. For example, you knew Sam felt guilty about giving up the shield, but Bucky never made him forget about his choice. You were there to reassure him that he thought he was doing the right thing and didn’t know the hidden agenda of the government.

You were like their on the go therapist, babysitter, and partner.

Sometimes Bucky and Sam would even argue for your attention.

“Can you stop hogging (y/n) please? Her ears might fall off from hearing you yap all day.” Bucky said as he gently took your arm and dragged you away from Sam.

“You literally spent the whole day with her yesterday, you’re the one who needs to stop hogging (y/n).” Sam argued, grabbing onto your other arm.

“I didn’t get to spend time with (y/n).” Zemo mentioned from his seat in the kitchen, a glass of whisky in his hand. Bucky simply turned to him and pointed, “NO!”

Honestly what’s a friendship with Bucky and Sam without some harmless flirting. They weren’t gonna lie, you were gorgeous, the most attractive one out of the group.

When you guys had to go undercover at Madripoor, both times with Zemo and Sharon, you had to wear dresses that were a bit revealing. Maybe your chest was a bit shown, but the dress definitely showed off your legs.

“So what do you guys think?” You stopped at the bottom of the stairs of Sharon’s apartment, doing a little spin to show off your outfit.

Both Bucky and Sam’s jaws drop, Zemo probably nodding in approval in the corner.

You can’t forget about the nicknames: maybe doll, sweetheart, or darlin’ from Bucky and the typical Louisiana Cher from Sammy.

While fighting against the Flag Smashers or anyone in general, you guys always had each other’s back.

You could directly be fighting someone, but you’ll naturally have an eye on Sam and Bucky to make sure nobody was sneaking up on them.

It’s a given that you all patch each other up after some fight.

You were all very protective of each other. If there’s one thing Sam and Bucky can agree on, it’s their instinct to protect you.

Like how you kept an eye on them, they also kept their eyes on you. Even though they knew you could hold your own.

“Could you walk?” Sam asked you as you laid on the concrete floor. You were double teamed by a couple of Flag Smashers. Two super soldiers against a normal person, you totally got your ass handed to you.

You pushed yourself up to rest on your elbows, “I’m fine, just got dropped kicked twice, but I’ll be fine.”

Sam smiled at you, “That’s my girl.”

Though the two can be a handful and argue almost every minute, you loved the both of them tremendously. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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CEO! Min Yoongi- My Favorite Secretary

Why hello there!

ANON ASKS

Hi! Want to make a nasty petition pls. I want CEO Yoongi but he is so mean and strict with y/n he discharges all his frustrations and stress on her until he gets to fuck with her. I want a hard smut plsss

With these :

3, 15, 21, 60, 66

OOOOH FUN!!! LET’S GET INTO IT I was not too proud of this one...but here you go! Yo this one was LOOONNGGG, like shit.

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

15- Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby.

21- That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you? Look up at me like I’m your god.

60- I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling.

66- I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!!

leggo!!

... (Monday)

“You’ll have to redo these reports.” a stack of papers was thrown onto your desk. You stared up at your boss in disbelief.

“And just what’s wrong with them?” you raised an eyebrow.

“There are exactly 15 typos in these reports and since I don’t care enough to go through them with you, I want them redone.”

Min Fucking Yoongi. CEO of Bangtan Enterprises. You of course were a humble secretary who wrote reports on every idol and client that walked through the damn door.

“I spent hours on those!” you tried to defend. “I already deleted the stupid file to save space on my computer!”

“You have until the end of the week.” he walked away without another word.

“Sora didn’t even turn in her reports because she stayed up playing fucking Doki Doki Handsome Husband Haven and you gave her an extension!”

Yoongi didn’t respond as he turned the corner.

“Are you fucking kidding me.” you seethed.

... (Thursday Afternoon)

“Y/N!” you heard the horribly scary voice.

“What now?” you whimpered. You turned around in your chair to see your boss fuming. “Yes, Mr. Min?”

“YOUR REPORTS ON MY CLIENT ARE LATE!”

“No they aren’t! They aren’t due for another three days!” you tried to defend. Everyone else was starting to stare. They all knew how they treated you and they all felt super bad that he chose you to bully.

“I SENT AN EMAIL YESTERDAY SAYING I WANTED IT TODAY AT 10:00 IT’S NOW 2:00!”

“No you didn’t! I would have seen it-” you tried to speak.

“YOU HAVE TWENTY MINUTES TO HAVE IT DONE OR YOU CAN SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR JOB.”

“Y/N, don’t cry...you’re doing that thing you do when you’re about to cry.” your friend came over to your side. “Don’t waste your tears on that asshole.”

You inhaled dramatically, starting to type furiously through your blurry vision. You felt the tear slip down your cheek and you went to furiously wipe it.

...(Lunchtime: Thursday Afternoon)

Sobbing in the bathroom was a thing right?

Your two friends, Dahyun and Sana stood outside the bathroom stall as you sobbed into your hands. They were convincing you to not quit.

“Y/N, You know this is the only job that will let you live comfortably in this city. Other than being a teacher...and who’d want that?” Sana shuddered. “He’s done this more than TWICE now.” (...I’M NOT SORRY)

“I HATE HIM! I FUCKING HATE HIM.” You cried. “WHY IS HE ALWAYS MEAN TO ME!” You furiously wiped your eyes.

“Y/N, Open the door.” Dahyun sighed. “Let us in.”

The stall door slowly open and your two friends were met by a totally distraught woman. Your hands were stained with your eyeliner that you hand managed to completely wipe off leaving your tired face.

“Y/N, he’s working you to the bone. You don’t even smile anymore.” Sana kneeled in front of you, taking your dirty hands into hers. “Why do you let him bully you?”

“Because if I don’t, I won’t have a job.” you sniffed.

“Is someone dying in here?” you heard Miss. Hyuna, another boss walk in. “Aw honey, did a boyfriend break up with you...do you want me to ‘accidentally’ get his car towed?”

Miss Hyuna was both Sana’s and Dahyun’s boss, you guys just liked to have lunch together.

“It’s Mr. Min.” Dahyun spoke for you. “He’s working Y/N to the bone. He only ever bullies her and no one else. I’ve seen it personally.”

“Is that so?” she raised an eyebrow, looking less than happy. “Is that true Miss. L/N. Is Mr. Min treating you unfairly?”

You couldn’t speak, so you just nodded.

“All he does is yell at and belittle her every chance he gets.” Sana looked at Miss. Hyuna.

“Hm, I’ll go talk to him, right now. If he fires you, he’ll answer to me.” was all she said before she walked away. She ignored Sana trying to hold you back from stopping her.

Hyuna walked out of the bathroom with fire in her eyes. She walked by your desk only to see what looked like an open notebook with the words ‘The Min Yoongi Files’ written in permanent marker on the first page.

“This must be her case.” she shut the notebook, ignoring the childish looking anime stickers on the inside page. “I should take this for evidence, I hope she won’t mind.”

“Yoongi!” Hyuna stormed into his office, shutting the door behind her.

“Hey Hyuna, what’s up?” Yoongi looked up from his lunch. “What can I do for you?”

“What’s this I hear about you mistreating a worker? One of YOUR workers?”

“Pardon me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Mistreating?”

“Two of MY workers are busy consoling Y/N L/N in the ladies restroom on their lunch break of all times because according to all three of them, you’ve been unfairly treating her!!” she glared. She slammed the notebook down on his desk. “This should speak for itself.” she sighed.

“I don’t mistreat Y/N L/N, She’s insolent! She needs discipline.”

“SHE’S YOUNG.” Was Hyuna’s comeback. “You can’t treat her like she’s a piece of garbage just because she makes one typo!”

“Her typos cost us time.”

“So does your shameless reprimanding her for missing a semicolon.” she rebutted. “Think about it! Are men always this stupid.” she looked him up and down before walking out of his office.

Yoongi watched dumbfounded. He took at look at the notebook she left behind.

“Property of Y/N L/N.” he read aloud. He flipped it open to the first page to see a bunch of shiny and matte stickers all over the inside cover. “The Min Yoongi Files? Speak for itself, huh?” (read more below the break)

...

(The Next Morning) (Smut Warning)

You begrudgingly trudged into the office. Not only were you tired, but you were dreading. You had multiple deadlines.

“L/N, MY OFFICE.”

“Shit...” you seethed. You walked past your desk into Yoongi’s office. He was sitting at his desk, flipping through the pages of a very familiar looking book. “You wanted to see me sir?”

“Yes, I did.” he shut the book and slid it over to you. “Care to explain?”

“Holy fu- ” You had forgotten you left your diary on your desk. How did he get a hold of that?

“ I found that little journal you made about me. I think it’s so cute how you fantasize about me, darling. Hyuna gave it to me thinking it was a list of every terrible thing I’ve done to you. I didn’t know it would be a list of every terrible thing you wanted me to do to you.” his face spread into a smirk.

“You read my property-”

“My name is on it, which means it’s company property by association.” he was still smirking. “Y/N, Y/N Y/N...I didn’t know you were such a needy little girl. On my desk, in the breakroom? The elevator of all places?? I didn’t even know you enjoyed when I raised my voice.“ he raised an eyebrow. “You do realize I could have you fired for writing about me in such a way.”

“Yes sir.” you whimpered. “I’ll have all my sh-..stuff off my desk by-”

“Y/N what on earth are you talking about?” he raised an eyebrow. “Surely you don’t think you are fired.”

“I’m sorry?” you raised an eyebrow, becoming very confused.

“Even though I’m an asshole, a big jerk, and the bane of your existence, you still want me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you have more of a backbone than I thought. I sure as hell wouldn’t want to miss a chance to break that spirit of yours.” he rose to his feet and walked around his desk to face you. “Get over here.” he urged.

He grabbed you by the hand and yanked you to his chest. He crashed his hot mouth over yours, capturing you in a kiss. He held both sides of your face gingerly. In a shock, you held onto his blazer jacket to stop from falling over.

“Hmm.” he moaned.

“Mr. Min!” you gasped. “We can’t- I’m your secretary!! And I don’t know if you’re aware of this but you hate me.”

“ Whose gonna stop us? I own this fucking place, baby. “ he laughed manically. “And who the hell said I hated you? Plus you want this. I know you do because you wouldn’t have written about me throwing you on my desk and eating that little pussy...fuck that was my favorite story to date.” he spoke in a babyish voice. “Shit I’ve always loved what that ass does to me.”

You felt yourself melt in every way. The thought that someone would storm in didn’t even cross your mind. He back you up against the table, sitting you on the desk. Yoongi tore off his blazer and hastily undid his necktie.

He broke away from you, allowing you to suck in air. You took a deep breath as you felt your lips. He practically tore his shirt open, buttons flying everywhere to reveal that body. To say you were taken aback was the understatement of the century.

“ That’s right, you fucking worship me don’t you?” he smirked as you stared him down “ Look up at me like I’m your god” he quoted the exact words from the entry you had written just 5 days ago.

“Oh, you read the whole thing.” you squeaked. “I am so fucked.” you whimpered.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve been needing a good way to unleash my stress.” he shrugged. “This is perfect..” he motioned, tugging the hem of your shirt, playing with and unfastening each button. “I can take out my stress and you get to feel the real thing instead of writing shameless fan fiction.” he laughed. “Don’t make any mistakes,” he drank in your body. “I want this to be more than sex.”

Before you could say another word, Yoongi wrapped his arms around your waist again. He leaned down and softly kissed your lips. You just prayed he didn’t taste the bacon, egg, and, cream cheese bagel you ate this morning. You didn’t know what to do, so you shyly returned his affections.

“Come on, act like how you write about. Moan for me, grab my hair-” he mumbled through kisses. “Kiss me like you hate me.” he grunted. “Unless-...”

He abruptly yanked down your skirt along with your panties. “Maybe we should do this right. Spread em, secretary.”

He wasted no time in hooking your legs around his shoulders.

“Mr. M-min.” you whimpered, feeling something wet trailed up your slit.

“Shit...you taste so fucking good.” he moaned. “Damnit Y/N, you coulda told me you wanted me earlier.” he flicked his tongue against your clit. “Maybe if you had a good fuck, your reports would be more punctual.”

“That report wasn’t due and you know it.” you found it in you to reply. You tilted your head back, feeling his fingers be introduced into your tightness. “F-fuh”

“Come on, you love this shit.” he laughed, lashing his tongue against you. “Beg for me, beg for my mouth, beg for me to make you cum.” he moaned into your heat. “I said FUCKING BEG! ” he thrust his fingers even deeper. “Come on, scream my name.”

“M. Min, I- we- you....”

“Not that...my first name...fucking say it I wanna hear it. I wanna hear if its as cute in my mind when I read how I made you squirt all over my fucking desk.” he kept moving his mouth and fingers against you.

“Y-yoongi.” you obeyed. This only encouraged him.

“I’m gonna corrupt your mind. I love to play with you like you’re a fucking violin.” he giggled.

(3 days later... )

You were sitting at your desk when a stack of papers was thrown on your desk.

“There are 8 typos, fix them.” was all he said before he walked off.

“Not again.” your work friend, seethed “what is it this time.“ She didn’t look up from her computer as you flipped through the pages.

My office, now secretary ;). Followed by a whole bunch of gibberish that lasted several pages.

“I’ll go talk to him” you rolled your eyes, taking the pile with you. You walked into his office. “Okay sir-” you began, walking through the door. You closed it behind you. “What seems to be the-”

Before you could talk any more, you felt his hand trail under your skirt. You felt his breathy laugh on the back of your neck.

“I was hoping...we could go over your reports last week. I don’t think we got enough done, do you?”

(I was on a deadline....BUT I DID IT, my head is POUNDING)

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Alpha, Chapter 10

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: mentions of cannibalism, murder, mentions of knife violence, gun violence, being shot, mentions of bombs/blowing stuff up, angst.

Curtis felt like his heart was pounding through his chest. His heart had been racing with every car they passed through, and now they were at the narrow bridge. The final door. The engine room lay beyond them, and with it, his mate and pups.

But Namgoong refused to open it. Curtis screamed at him, trying to push him into it, but he was far too gone to even consider taking the request seriously. He turned to the door, beating on it with all of his strength.

He was so close. And he’d be damned if he was rejected the chance to be together with Winter again.

Namgoong ripped Curtis away from the door. The alpha began arguing with the beta man who wanted nothing more than his kronole. He tried to calm the alpha, but it only ended in him being pushed away with both men on the ground, Curtis crying.

“I can’t…I have to get to her.”

“Smoke!”

Namgoong had passed his last cigarette to Curtis. He gave a heavy sigh and took it, inhaling the stale tobacco. He cringed, his jaw feeling raw from the product.

“You should be grateful!” Namgoong claimed, “you’re smoking the world’s last cigarette, you tail section pig.”

“You ever been back to the tail section?” Curtis grumbled, looking to Namgoong, “did you have any idea what went on back there? My mate’s mother, she was my best friend. Thought she was saving me by giving herself up to Wilford so that I’d have a spot...When we boarded…it was chaos. Yeah…I didn’t freeze to death, but none of us had any time to be thankful. Wilford’s soldiers came and took everything. It was a thousand people in an iron box. No food. No water.”

Curtis felt himself tearing up as though he’d begun reliving the horrible atrocities of his younger self. He felt his stomach turning.

“After a month, we ate the weak,” he admitted, the tears falling down his cheeks. He cried, his tears becoming full on sobs as he tried to wipe his face on his sleeve, “do you know what I hate most about myself? It’s that I know what people taste like…and I know that babies taste the best.”

Namgoong cringed, turning his attention towards the cigarette which Curtis was letting burn out.

“Th-there was a woman,” Curtis admitted sadly, “she was hiding with her baby. And some men with knives came. They killed her and they took her baby…they were going to eat him. And then an old man…no relation what so ever to the baby…he stepped forward, and he said: give me the knife. Everyone thought that he’d kill the baby himself…none of them wanted the guilt of killing a baby on their conscience. But…the old man…he took the knife and he cut off his own arm. A-And he said, eat this if you’re so hungry…eat this. Just leave the baby.”

Namgoong’s brow furrowed as he turned his attention back to the alpha. There was so much pain in his voice. So much hurt as he told the story, that the beta knew that this had to be a personal story to him. He watched as Curtis wiped his eyes once more.

“I had never seen anything like that,” he sniffed, “none of us had. And then the men did something. They put down their knives…you probably guessed who that old man was. But that baby was Edgar…and I was the man with the knife. I-I was the one that killed Edgar’s mother.”

Curtis broke down after his admission, the tears falling even more. Namgoong thought back to the battle that took place while they crossed the bridge. Thought to how Edgar had called for Curtis to protect him in his last few moments alive, and how he’d turned his back, going towards Minister Mason instead. Namgoong felt the weight that was on the man’s shoulders in that moment. He looked at the door, knowing that this was his ultimate goal. Knowing that he had to make it if not for himself than for the little boy that he’d seen that was so attached to him.

Curtis licked his lips as he shuddered, thinking about the memory still, “one by one…other people started volunteering. People in the tail section started cutting off their arms and legs. And just like that…they were offering them up. All because of the simple act from the old man. From Gilliam. It was like a miracle. And I wanted to…I wanted to do it too. I-I tried. But I just…”

Curtis shrugged, dropping away the last of the cigarette into the gears that ran beneath the bridge.

“A month later Wilford’s soldiers brought those protein blocks to us,” he said sadly, “we’ve been eating that shit ever since. Eighteen years I’ve hated Wilford. And when Winter came along, and Gilliam told me that she was his daughter I thought about the man I was when I first boarded the train…after the desperation set in. But she latched on to me. She loved me wholly, despite my flaws. I-I didn’t see her like that until last year…but I found myself falling in love with her…and then she gave up her suppressants…an-and I realized that she was my mate…And then he took her. I’ve been waiting for this moment, Namgoong. I’ve lost my best friend. I’ve lost the child I swore to protect. I’m not going to lose my mate and pups. So I need you to open the gate, Namgoong. Please.”

“Thanks for the story, Curtis,” Namgoong frowned, “but I don’t’ want to open the gate. Do you know what I really want? I want to open the gates, but not this one. That one.”

Curtis’ eyes followed to where Namgoong had been pointing. To a small door off to the side. His brow furrowed, “What are you talking about?”

“The gate to the outside world!” Namgoong confirmed, “it’s been frozen shut for eighteen years. You might as well call it a wall. But it’s a fucking gate. Let’s open it and just get the hell out! We could do it, Curtis!”

Curtis’ eyes went wide, “and freeze to death? What are you, fucking crazy?”

“What if we don’t?” he asked, throwing the question out into the open air, “What if we could survive outside? Do you remember Yeketerina Bridge, when your guys were getting chopped up?”

Curtis frowned, nodding along, “Yes.”

“There’s something that I look at every year,” he told him calmly, “an airplane that had crashed years ago. All I saw 10 years ago was the tail. Now the body and wings are peeking out. Less ice and snow means that it’s melting. It’s the type of snow that’s built to melt. A little push and it all falls off. And do you know what I saw recently? Outside the window, there was…”

But he stopped talking when he realized that Curtis was looking at him though he was crazy.

“Never mind,” he muttered, “no need to tell you.”

“You gotta take it easy on the Kronole,” Curtis told the beta softly, “snorting that flammable shit is gonna fry your brain.”

“That’s exactly right,” Namgoong confirmed with a nod, “Think of what Kronole is. The fucking flammable industrial waste. Light it up and go boom. It’s a bomb, you idiot. I didn’t stock this shift for years to get high. It’s to blow up the gate. Now give me the matches!”

Curtis scurried up to his feet, confused as to what the man was saying.

It was crazy.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Give it to me!” The beta demanded as the block of Kronole that had been formed was put on the door.

“Are you crazy?” Curtis yelled, “Take that off the door!”

He shoved the matches in his pocket as Namgoong pointed to it, “FIRE! NOW!”

The gate opened so silently that neither man had noticed Claude step through and shoot until Namgoong was slumped against the wall, gasping for breath. Curtis jumped, turning to face the woman. She sighed and pulled out her measuring tape, not bothering to say a word to Curtis.

With a shrug she took it off the door and pocketed it, turning to Curtis, “Curtis Everett. I’ve been asked to extend formal invitation from Mr. Wilford and your mate, Winter, for you to join them for dinner.”

Curtis looked at the woman wildly, “W-winter is in there?”

She sneered but nodded, “After you, Mr. Everett.”

Chapter 11

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clearlydiamondz · 3 years

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Way Back Home

Erik!Stevens X OC

Part One

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After a horrible accident, Star Walker has returned home from serving in the Marine Corps. Being back home opens up some old feelings in her child hood crush, Erik Stevens.

Warnings: Mentions of suicide, mental illness, gruesome injury.

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“Sergeant Star Walker. It is best that the United States Marine Corps honorably discharge you from duty. You have served excellently along your brothers and sisters. And for that, the United States of America thank you for your service.”

Joining the military was something that Star always wanted to do. Growing up with her father and her uncles, who were retired Navy and Marine, she knew that she wanted to join the military.

After a mission went wrong and her entire platoon was killed, only loosing her leg in a scar over her eye, she was honorably discharge. It tore her whole world apart knowing that she was the only one to survive the attack.

Star looked down at the folder and down at her leg... or well her leg used to be as she looked at them and smiled. It was hard. The family away from home, she was being separated from.

“It was my honor Chief.”

She turned around to see her father, his wife Delaney, her mother and her brother, Kobe, sitting in the stands smiling at her. There was something off in this moment. She thought that once this part of her career was done, she would be able to live happily but there was something off about this moment. She wasn’t happy, or she wasn’t joyful. She felt missing.

After the ceremony, she made her way to her family as her father gave her a big hug. “Oh baby girl, I’m so proud of you.”

Proud of what?

“Thanks Pops.” she smiled at him. “I’m happy you made it.” she looked at Delaney as Delaney smiled.

“Oh I couldn’t miss it for the world.” Delaney reassured her.

Her mom pulled her into a hug before pulling away, grabbing her by the face and smiling at her. “I am so glad you’re coming back home.” Their were tears down her face as Star smiled at her. “I am too Ma.’

Are you really?

Her brother, Kobe, smiled at her before giving her a hug.

“Ew why are you touching me.” she playfully said as he pinched her side as she hit him. He was about to her back but her father cleared his throat, motioning towards behind her. She turned around seeing Chief Lewis behind her.

“Sergeant Walker, Can I have a word with you, please?” he asked her. She nodded before looking to her family. “I’ll meet you guys back to the car.” she told them as they nodded.

“Can I help you, sir?’ she asked him.

“I came here to ask you the same. The doctor said that you haven’t answered her messages back.” she asked as she looked down. “I’m telling you this Star, because I see you like my own daughter. I’ve known men who were in the same position your in and they let this shit dig them to the grave. If you don’t do it for yourself do it for ya family., talk to the doctor.” he told her as she nodded.

“I will.”

“As soon as you get back home Serge, that’s an order.”

“Yes sir..”

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Her mother planned an entire cookout for Star being home. Majority of her family both dad and mom side of the family was at the cookout. Star was in the kitchen, helping her mother, step-mother and aunties finish cooking. Well she really wasn’t helping, she was more like tasting the food.

“So Star, what are you planning on doing next?” Her aunt asked her.

“Well, I found this apartment that I like, two bedroom. Not too far away from here. I got approve for it.” she said about to stick her finger in the homemade icing before her mother smacked her hand.

“I thought you were staying with your father for a while.” she told him as she shook her head.

“Until I move into my apartment. I already found a position down at the NOPD, as a research analyst. Chief Lewis pulled some strings for me, so I’ll be starting there in two weeks.” she told them. Her mother and Delaney looked at each other before Delaney spoke up.

“Star, honey. Don’t you think it’s a little too soon to be throwing yourself out there? I mean, we still think you should recover first.” Delaney said rubbing her shoulder.

“Two weeks is enough.. don’t you think?” she said.

They are trying to baby you Star, don’t loose focus.

“Look, I understand you guys have my best interest but I’m fine. I promise. I just need something to keep my mind occupied and sitting here in the house looking at the walls ain’t helping me... like at all.” Star reminded them standing up. Her mother knew that she was being agitated. Not to push her anymore, she decided to leave it alone.

“Star, your brother outside with the pans and stuff. Tell him I want him.” She walked out of the kitchen and out the front door.

“I’ll have her daddy talk to her...” Delaney said putting her hands on her shoulder.

“Thanks Delaney.” her mother smiled at her.

“TITI!” she heard from the door. She saw her niece Jasmine running towards her. She smiled at her bending down as she ran into her arms.

“Awe look how big you gotten! Oh my gosh!” she kissed her all over her face as Jasmine giggled.

She picked her up as Jasmine wrapped herself around her body. She walked to the car and saw that he wasn’t alone. The dude got out of the car, and she saw who it was.

“Erik?”

“Awe, she does remember me..”

Erik was Kobe’s bestfriend since child hood. Erik was always over at their parents house, which meant that they grew up with each other. Erik use to annoy the hell out of her. But there was a part of him that thought he was so cute. And he was just a year and a few months older.

“You look... different.” she said looking him up and down. Different in a good way. Erik noticed that she was checking him out and he couldn’t lie that he was doing the same thing.

She was a bit thicker then when he last saw her which was about a good five years ago. She looked gorgeous. She grew up into a very good-looking grown woman.

“Why are you lifting her up?” Kobe asked grabbing Jasmine out of her hand a she rolled her eyes.

They already think your weak...

“I can lift her, it’s not like I’m going to break anything.” she said rolling her eyes. She looked back at Erik.

“How you been?” she asked him as he shrugged his shoulders.

“I’ve been good. Just chillin. How about you?” he asked her.

“I’ve been better.” she said honestly. “Kobe, Ma said she need you real quick. I’ll bring this stuff inside.” she told him as Kobe nodded. Him and Jasmine made there way inside leaving her and Erik alone.

“You look good Erik..” she complimented him. Erik was thrown off just a bit. She was always shy around him. Erik always thought she was cute, he thought she was sexier now, but sleeping with his homies sister was a little overboard.

“You do too. You really.. grew up.” he said looking over her. “Military must’ve changed you.”

“What you mean?”

“Being all bold and what not.” he responded grabbing some of the stuff from the trunk.

She laughed before saying, “It ain’t being bold. I’m just a grown woman complimenting somebody.” she said as Erik smirked at her.

“You’re grown alright.” he said to himself, but she heard him. She decided not to say anything against it. They walked into the house walking into the kitchen.

“Oh Erik, I’m so glad you could make it.” Her mother said giving her a hug.

“Oh, anything for you Denise. I knew I had to come when Kobe said you invited me.” he smiled at her. After saying hello to the other woman in the kitchen, her mom spoke up.

“I see you spoke with Star... did you know she had a small lil crush back when y’all was kids.” she said making Star roll her eyes.

“Really Ma. You did not have to say that.”

“Oh is that so...” Erik turned around raising his eyebrows at her as she rolled her eyes.

“Oh girl bye, both of you guys are grown..” she said slapping her daughter back. She kissed her teeth before going into the fridge and grabbing a beer. “I’m going outside with my daddy...” she said before exiting the door.

“That girl right there is a trip.” Her auntie Rosemary said as Erik shook his head chuckling.

“Actually Erik, can I talk to you alone.. real quick?” her mother asked him.

“Yeah no problem” The two of them walked outside on the porch.

“As you know, (Y/N) was in a really bad accident a couple months back and she was discharged just today. I’m worried about her... I was doing research about things like this and I’m worried she’s a little...”

“Suicidal?”

“Yeah.” she whispered looking down. “She seems okay.. but I know when she’s hiding something.”

“Does she own any weapons? Like fire arm?” he asked her as her mother nodded.

“Her daddy bought her a gun for protection a couple of years back. It’s registered to her and all.” he nodded. He seen this in pattern down at the VA. A lot.

“The best thing you can do is have Earl take it away from her. To be on the safe side. How severe was the accident?” he asked her.

“From the report, everyone in the platoon died. She’s the only survivor. She was in Iraq at a medical bay in a coma for four weeks. We didn’t get word of it until she woke up.” she said as he closed his eyes. Damn, it was worse than Kobe explained.

“Man, that’s messed up.”

“Yeah, their is an open investigation open on everything. Earl was so pissed I’m sure if he could, he would’ve caught a plane to Iraq the same day he found out. Seeing her like that I-” she cleared her throat tapping her chest. Erik placed his hand on her shoulder to comfort.

“They recommended her a psychologist over in the city, she still needs to contact with her. Earl tried talking to her but she says that she doesn’t need any help.” she admitted to him.

“It’s very common in Marines especially ones who lost a limb to experience this, I’ll try and talk to her if you’d like.” he told her as she nodded.

“Thank you so much Erik.”

“Anything for her. The best thing you can do for her now is keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn’t do anything.” he told her.

“That’s the thing. She’s already found an apartment and got approved. Found a job down at the department and everything. I’m scared she’s moving too fast.” she expressed her concerns.

“Well, as crazy as this sounds, giving her a little bit of space can help her. Over crowding her will make her feel helpless. So, let her do some stuff on her own.” he told her as she nodded. “But I’ll make sure to have a talk with her, alright?”

After the cookout, (Y/N) sat outside letting the warm summer night. Her family was just hanging around talking with each other. She sort of clocked out a couple of hours ago and just stayed to herself.

“You look lonely.” she looked up and saw Erik sitting there with two beer bottles in his hand, handing her one. She smiled at him.

“Thank you.” she popped it open before saying, “And I have been having people talking to me all day long. I kind of need some alone time.” she said before saying, “But I don’t mind you being here.” she said quickly after realizing what she said, he laughed.

“Nah, you good. I understand.” he responded. It was quiet before he spoke up, “You know, I was surprised when your brother told me you were joining the military a few years ago.”

“Really, why?”

“It wasn’t really a reason. I remember back in the day you mentioned it, Kobe never thought you would’ve done it but it happened.” he admitted as she took a sip from her drink. “Do you regret it, after everything?” he asked her.

“No, It’s just frustrating that it ended like that.” she told him smiling, but that smile held so much pain. Her eyes gave it all away. She looked up at the sky as the tear she thought would fall almost fell.

“Hey.” he grabbed her shoulder as she looked at him. “What happened to you was crazy as it is. It’s okay to cry about it.” he told her. She looked at him then to her parents. She saw how happy they were to finally be home so why wasn’t she happy to be there.

“They are worried about you.” he said as she chuckled.

“Yeah.. no shit. Ever since I got here I haven’t been able to get a moment by myself. If she could, ma would be hand me the toilet paper after I used the bathroom.” she said as he laughed.

“Nah, don’t be doin ma like that.” he said as she shook her head looking down at the ground. “Hey, you’re still into art and all that right?” he said as her eyebrows raised in shocked.

“You remember that?” she asked as he chuckled.

“How could I not? You were probably the best artist I’ve seen to date. Known and unknown.” he said to her as she smiled.

“What are you drawing?” his voice scared the hell out of her, she turned around seeing him leaned up against the door frame looking at her.

“You scared me, where is Kobe?” she asked him.

“He went to pick up some weed and blunts from the corner store.” he said walking in further to the room. She stood up throwing her sketch book on the bed.

“Damn, I should’ve asked him to grab me some hot Cheetos and an Arizona.” she looked down at her phone and saw that she didn’t have any more minutes on it to send him a text.

“Don’t worry, I think he’s grabbing some.” without thinking, he picked up the sketchbook. He lifted it and saw a beautiful drawing of herself. “Damn, you drew this? This is dope.” she turned around snatching the sketch book from him.

“Don’t touch my things Erik. Did you forget you’re in my room?” she asked him closing the book and putting it on her desk.

All of the girls at school use to talk about him. Use to try and befriend her to be friends with Erik and Kobe. She realized that this year of your senior year when all the people you were friends were ditched her after Kobe and Erik graduated.

“That piece is amazing.” he said walking closer to her. She froze. What the hell-

“T-Thanks.” she looked down pushing her glasses back on her face with her index finger. He was a lot more closer now, little to no space between them.

“We can’t do this. Kobe will be-“ he lifted her chin making her look at him. “Tell me to stop, and I will.” She didn’t tell him to stop. He kissed her, she leaned in more kissing back as his hands trailed up her neck.

They heard the door open. “I’m back!” they heard. Erik slowly pulled away before smirking at her. She was in shock. Her first kiss was with her brothers best friend.

“You always had your head stuck in that damn book.” he said as she laughed. She thought about that night where she kissed Erik Stevens. That was the night before Erik had to leave for boot camp.

“Erik why did you kiss me that night? Knowing you had to leave the next day.” she asked him.

“Damn, just swing outta the blue with the risky question.” he winced.

“Shit, I’m sorry it’s just-“

“Nah. We grown now. I can say without hesitation that I wanted to see if I had feelings for you.” he said honestly. She almost spilled her beer once she heard that. “I started noticing you back when I was a sophomore and you were a freshman. But it was just foul to do since you’re my best friend sister. Once I noticed the small little crush on me I wanted to see if I had feelings for you before I left.” he said to her. She nodded looking at the little campfire they built.

“Hmm, interesting.” she said before standing up. “I’m gonna head inside. Turn in for the night. It was nice seeing you Erik.” she smiled at him.

“Actually, I wanted to ask you. There is this new art museum that’s opening up on 45th St. I was wondering if you’d like to see it with me. Get you outta that house so you can breath.”

She thought about it. Fuck it.

“Why not?”

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yukihime-mikeys-girl · 2 years

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Revelation

A/N : So here is chapter 3. I had more to write, but I split it because I liked how I wrote the ending. Sort of feels like a cliffhanger? Idk, it's my first time trying to write a cliffhanger. Anyways, enough of my ranting, enjoy~ Let me know if you enjoyed reading this in the comments~ :)

Warnings - gore, violence, mentions of abuse and rape. Minors DNI.

Tag list is open.

- Yuki❄

Sanzu x OC with a slight Sanzu x Ran

Masterlist

Rin drove like a crazed lunatic to the KN Group warehouse in Ginza. Well, he didn’t feel like it was reckless driving, it’s just that he liked to live on the edge. No matter how calm and sensibly he spoke, he had a wild side when it came to cars and drifting. It did not help that his fellow passengers were his own brother and Sanzu; one was usually calm with a serene smile, even if a gun was pointed to his head, while the other was an adrenaline junkie with a taste for Sakura Sake and molly. It was only natural that they both egged him on to drive faster.

Had Nakahara not known Rin’s temper, he would have puked in the trunk. He held it in as best as he could as long as he had a sliver of hope to live through this ordeal.

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Rindou’s dream was to participate in the illegal drifting competitions since he was 12. Now, 15 years later, at 27, he had already long fulfilled that dream of his and also started his own drifting underground competitions. Suffice to say, after joining Bonten, the famed Roppongi brothers had achieved what they had wanted to do in a very short span of time. Life was dangerous, but great with Mikey as Bonten’s leader.

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Rin halted to a stop in front of the warehouse; a musty old building which had clumps of black mold covering the closed windows. It looked like it was not used in a long time. This look also served the purpose of covering up what actually happened on the inside. The warehouse had a winding staircase leading to a small underground secure facility, with top-of-the-line security. Nakahara had this made to store all of his life savings. Suffice to say, a simple look from the outside would not reveal what it was used for in actuality. It also had a separate room on the inside where KN Group’s vitamin mixed cocaine was stored, along with other low-quality drugs which were usually sold under Bonten’s name, to earn an extra cut. There was no need for any armed guards outside this place, nonetheless, the extremely cautious Nakahara had placed an entourage of men around the warehouse. Sanzu leapt towards the door of the Lincoln as he said, “I’ll take care of the men on the outside, you guys make sure to take Nakahara inside. I cannot work with that shitty mold and dust. The kills inside will be counted for the both of you. I’d rather do paperwork than wheeze my lungs out and die.”

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Suffice to say, Sanzu was allergic to all sorts of mold and fungus. He’d once mistakenly entered a depressed Kokonoi’s house after is alleged ‘break-up’ with Inui only to see the house in absolute shambles. There were bags upon bags of garbage strewn in the hallway, unwashed dishes from who knows how long in the sink; flies swarmed the mouldy fruits on the table and a very sick Kokonoi was found on the sofa, completely wrapped up in a dirty blanket buritto which had green/black splotches on it. It was enough to make anyone gag. There was a ripe foul stench in the air.

Mikey had asked Sanzu to check up on the financial advisor, since there were a lot of deals coming in and he needed Kokonoi to handle drawing up the contracts. Upon calling Koko and hearing him sound nasally on the phone, Sanzu had gone to visit him along with Ran and the horribly ripe stench had greeted him when he’d picked the lock.

According to Bonten, there was usually no need to knock on fellow executives’ doors; with the sole exception of Kakucho. Kakucho was a through bred gentleman who found the rest to be mouth breathing idiots.

Sanzu had started wheezing and coughing like crazy within a span of 5-10 minutes. Poor Ran was left with clean up duty after herding the sick and the allergic to his own home. Rin had grumbled endlessly while taking care of both, Sanzu and Koko. Though they were brothers, this was not something that Rin thought fell within the work bounds of a good younger brother. Ran had to sign a formally drafted contract of an ‘I owe you’ upon which the smug younger Haitani had gotten signatures of all the thee involved.

Sanzu had whined endlessly while signing, since he’d fallen sick only because he had to go get Kokonoi. Kokonoi had to bribe Sanzu with a state of the art temperature controlled cellar filled with Sakura Sake to make him sign the IOU contract draft. Seriously, Inui was one fucking costly breakup.

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Ran thanked the mold and dust, internally. If y/n was found here, then there was no way they would be able to find the other warehouses, for he had a feeling that Sanzu would finish off the other parties involved in a heartbeat if she was the same y/n that Sanzu knew.

“Let’s head out!”, Sanzu cackled with a crazy grin on his face as he shot out of his seat and started firing rounds towards the entrance where there were two guards standing. Since there was a silencer attached to his guns, none of the others surrounding the warehouse realized that the entrance was left unguarded.

While getting out of the car, Ran whispered to Rin cautiously, “Go with him and make sure that he stays outside no matter what. Don’t enter unless I tell you to. Keep the pig in the trunk until I say otherwise.”

“Be safe brother, and don’t worry about Sanzu. He won’t enter. I’ll make sure of that.”, Rin replied as he turned off the ignition and slammed the door shut, as he followed Sanzu from a distance.

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Ran entered the warehouse quietly. He was quiet, but he didn’t bother tip toeing like cops. He had class. He might not be a gentleman like Kakucho, but he was nouveau riche and so, slinking around like cops seemed to be beneath him. Checking out the layout, he found it to be a little dusty with the sunlight filtering through the dust from high broken windows. There seemed to be a door which led to a small storage room. On examining the walls, he found a strange bump on the otherwise smooth wall. Curiously, he pressed it, for it to push back a section of the wall by a couple of inches.

‘Interesting’, Ran thought, as he pushed one side of the wall gingerly. If there were people inside, he did not want to alert them with a noisy wall. However, it seemed to open noiselessly. Whistling low, thinking about how much that pig Nakahara might have spent to get this made, he quietly descended the staircase which shown beyond the wall. Cocking his gun, he made it one step at a time because he heard voices from down below.

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“So this is what your life has come to huh? Tsk tsk, it’s so saddening, but really, why did you leave? Now I have no one to push off all my work to. at least you were a stupid mule who did the work and took the blames quietly.”, a woman spoke.

“What is wrong with you? I already left a long time ago, why are you still harassing me?”, another voice replied. She sounded distressed and scared.

“Because, cutie, I actually liked toying with you and smearing your name in the dirt. Now, I don’t have anyone to mess with and it’s getting so boring, I dread going to work on a daily basis.”, the first woman's voice was heard. She sounded menacing.

“You sick bitch!”, screamed the second voice.

There was the sound of a loud resounding slap, followed by a male voice.

“Hey! Watch your mouth, you slut! Don’t you dare speak to my fiancée and your superior like that! You ought to be taught a lesson you won’t forget. I should call the brutes who are waiting to have a taste of you, for such back talk.”

The man’s voice then continued in a sugary sweet tone to the first woman, “Kriss, darling, don’t dirty your hands, I’ll get the men from the top to teach her a lesson with these toys. I’ll make sure she’s ruined and sent back to the place you work so that you can use her again. This time, I'll make sure that she is a zombie, who does your work at a bidding.”

“Thank you darling~”, came the first woman’s voice. So her name was Kriss, thought Ran.

Ran then heard the second woman’s voice. She seemed to be crying. He wanted to go down and take a look at the situation, however, he waited some more. A sixth sense told him that listening in to this conversation would prove valuable.

He was right.

“Hey y/n! Stop crying. You brought this upon yourself by running away. You should not have stabbed me in the back when I was being so nice to you. Once this is over, I want to see you back in the office by Monday morning. Bet you didn’t know that I had this kind of backing to ensure that you would come crawling back to work for me.”

Ran stopped in his tracks when he heard the woman named Kriss say the name y/n. His blood ran cold. He was never a believer in God, but for this one time, he was thankful that Sanzu hadn’t come downstairs. If this was Sanzu’s y/n who was crying, Sanzu’s switch would flip so fast, he was unsure if even he would survive. For the first time, he felt that his decision to come here alone was the best decision in his life. But then again, if she wasn’t, she was still PR material, so he cautiously took one more step down as he tried to listen in to the conversation more clearly, but what greeted his ears was a blood curdling scream.

“You sick bitch! How dare you bite my Krissy darling! I ought to flog the life out of you before I let the brutes rape you!”, the man’s voice was heard, once the screaming stopped.

Ran heard a hollow laugh from y/n.

“Hah! You surely have shown your true colors Kriss. You sure did! I tried leaving quietly, and saving your dignity, but you just had to follow me all around and get this sick bastard to kidnap me. I still planned to let you off as long as I could return safely, but you and your stupid, stupid fiancée planned a gangrape? God! And here I thought that you were a nice person when I first met you! Fuck, if this is how it’s to be, then let me speak my mind completely. I am so fucking glad that you were passed over for the promotion. I am so fucking glad the assistants you had along with me quit. Do you know, they had submitted written complaints to HR before they left. Like a fool, I tried to save your name from being sullied and asked them to tone down their complaints. And this is what I fucking get for leaving you in peace? Then so fucking be it Kriss, I will show you what real hell is. You and this pesky fly of a boyfriend who you call your fiancée, both of you are going to die. Come, Mr. Boyfriend, flog me. Fucking flog me!”, y/n screamed.

The sound of a whip being slapped onto skin was heard. Ran was amused. Maybe this was not the y/n that Sanzu loved. He’d once drunkenly spoken about her and she sounded like a gentle soul. Someone who would never even hurt an ant. This screaming could not be her. He was sure. He would wait for a couple more minutes before saving her. PR could work with her bruises a bit better since it would show all the bad sides of KN Group.

Ran didn’t know how wrong he was and he didn’t know how much he would regret this decision of his later.

“Urrgh... Had your fun, Mr. Nakahara? Let me tell you how you can get your ticket to hell. Oh, and Kriss, this time, I won't let you off. It's time I fixed the problem for real. You really messed with the wrong person.”

“Babe don’t listen to her, she’s just spouting nonsense because she’s delirious from all the flogging.”, came a troubled Kriss’s voice when she saw that Naoki had paused.

“Oh, I know darling, but I want to see what her delirious brain can come up with. This is a show, so enjoy it~”, Naoki replied, a grin on his face.

“So, Naoki Nakahara-san, you’re the son of Mr. Nakahara from KN group right?”

“Heh, bitch has done her homework on my family background”, Naoki scoffed.

“So, you’re involved with Bonten too, right?”, y/n pressed on, while panting from all the flogging.

“... What’s your point?”, Kriss asked a little nervously. ‘How could this little nobody know about Bonten and KN Group’s dealings?’, she thought.

“It’s alright baby, even if she knows it, that just means that she has to die here. I’ll get you new scapegoats. Get them hired.”, Naoki said nonchalantly.

Ran had started feeling uneasy. But he still stood quietly, not making a move. What he heard next made his blood run cold.

“Heh, I also heard that Bonten has assigned their best to finish off KN Group.”, y/n said, as she spat a mouthful of blood because of the flogging.

She continued, “Naoki, if Bonten is hunting you and you flogged me just now, you can say goodbye to living a peaceful life. Wanna know why?”

“...”, Naoki and Kriss were eerily quiet. This did not seem to sit well with the both of them.

“Heard of Bonten’s loyal mad dog?”, y/n goaded them.

“She’s lying... No she has to be lying”, Kriss whispered, scared.

“Yeah, he’s my ex.”, y/n gave them a creepy grin to both of them. It looked creepier with the blood smatters all over her mouth and neck.

"And he's not over me~", y/n said in a singsong creepy voice which, Ran thought would have made Sanzu proud.

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branded-witha-j · 3 years

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This request started one way and then took a whole other turn that I'm going to blame on the pain meds they gave me. I hope you enjoy it, anon reader. 😘💚💚💚

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Something went horribly wrong. It wasn't expected and no one saw it coming despite weeks of planning. The coppers showed up as expected, but something fell through when someone didn't do their job. A post that should have been manned was left wide open and that's how the GCPD got the upperhand.

You were there, holding your own, the armored truck on its side and smoking. The bags you helped carry were heavy and you were distracted, not noticing the officer until he had you restrained. They didn't make a fuss, pulling you away from the scene as discreetly as possible, but it didn't take J long to notice your absence.

He wheeled in place, scanning the street, and that's when he saw them dragging you away, his rage palpable. They thought you were a hostage, surely a nice, rich girl like you forced to commit such heinous crimes. They had no idea that you were important to The Joker or that you were madly in love with your so-called captor.

You fought and clawed to get back to him, but the cops threw you into a police van, the back empty except for you. Now that they had you in their custody, they intended to get you away from the scene, your father waiting for the phone call that you were safe.

You were a Daddy's girl, growing up privileged and rich. Things were planned out for you, your father the puppeteer. It didn't take long for you to tire of his control, a new Daddy altogether pulling your attention and keeping you captivated.

The Joker was just as rich, but dangerous and unpredictable. The night you met him at the annual Gotham Gala was the best of your life and you never looked back.

The van shifted as it pulled away from the curb, a single police car following while the others stayed behind to deal with and round up J and his crew. At least that was their plan. But the cops would fair no better, The Joker's men creating such a scene that J managed to slip away in your pursuit.

He wasn't alone, a handful of goons tagging along, and they were the ones to open fire. The tailing cruiser caught the first wave of bullets, the back tires popping and sending it into an uncontrollable spin. A row of parked cars cushioned the wreck, but the car was inoperable and left behind as the van tried to race for the station.

You were in the back, unable to hang on as a curve was taken too fast, crying out as you were thrown against the bare, metal wall. You found yourself on the floor, clutching for the bench leg that was bolted down, using it to pull yourself under for coverage as bullets ricocheted outside. You could hear shouting from the front, returning fire sounding close and making you scream as a bullet tore through the metal above you.

You rolled yourself into a ball and braced, not seeing the collision coming, but safe as the van slammed to a stop. It was no longer moving, but the shouting continued, eventually two single gun shots marking the silence.

Nothing happened, the van whining as someone cranked the engine and finally got it to start. You stayed under the bench shaking, beams of light shining through the bullet holes as the van started to move again. Even as the ride continued on for what felt like an eternity, you stayed on the floor unable to move out of some fear that The Joker had been hurt, or even worse, killed.

Eventually the van came to a stop and you held your breath, hearing the front door open, and approaching footsteps. They crunched in what sounded like gravel and stopped at the back doors. Then there was unnerving silence. You continued to hold your breath, eyes closing as the screech of metal unlocked the doors and light flooded over you. It took you a moment to open your eyes, the sunlight blotting out the figure that peered inside. You blinked, trying to clear your vision, and a hand at your ankle made you lash out. You kicked hard, snarling in anger as they avoided your booted defense and dragged you closer.

Hands groped at you, pulling you upright, and that's when you were finally able to focus. The Joker leaned over you, a gash at his forehead sending a steady stream of blood down the side of his chiseled cheek. He was bleeding, but seemed unharmed and very much alive. With a gasp, you clutched for him, anchoring your hands at his face and kissing him hard.

His metal teeth hurt against your own, but you didn't care, deepening it until you felt certain you could drown. He was the one to break the kiss, eyes darting and taking inventory. You were unharmed, maybe a little bruised, but not hurt. The relief made him purr and he pushed forward, kneeling at the metal floor and hovering over you.

You let him lay you back and didn't protest as his hands slid over your body, making sure you weren't damaged or in pain. As his exploration continued, you reached for him, pulling him on top of you, your arms and legs trapping him. He grimaced, a single droplet of blood falling on your cheek, and you couldn't stop yourself from kissing him. He tasted like blood and gunpowder and you savored it.

In the distance, you could hear approaching sirens, your moment ending almost as quickly as it had started. Surely the van could be tracked and they would be here soon, both of your hearts racing as you fled the scene. You took back alleyways, hiding in the shadows, ducking into dark doorways as police cruisers rolled past.

It was in one of these doors that J cornered you, smiling in his mischievous way. You smiled back, head tilting as he leaned in for a kiss. It was slow and deep, ending with a purr.

"Are you my girl?" You nodded to his question, feeling his hands on you, fingertips digging into your hips. You let out a gasp of surprise as he slid a hand over, cupping you and pushing you harder against the door. It creaked with your weight but held as J frantically pulled at the waistband of your leggings. You joined in, flipping his belt loose, and popping the button to pull down his zipper.

A single slam against the door made you both groan, The Joker not stopping until he was buried deep. He burned and stretched you in the most delicious way, his face burying at your neck. Another thrust of his hips made you cry out, the sound echoing around the alley and building as his movement grew frantic.

Voices yelled out nearby, causing you to tense, and a shift of your hips sent you over a dangerous edge. Your cries of pleasure bounced off the walls, dissolving into the air and mixing with the sounds of the city. The Joker had reached his end, as well, and held you in place, nuzzling at your neck until he left a purple mark with his mouth.

For a long moment, nothing else existed, the sounds of the city fading away. You relished in his touch and taste, his crimson smeared lips leaving no doubt that you belonged to him. It was a bubble of happiness that you lived in precariously, not ready for it to pop so soon.

But pop it did, and you were both on the run again, dragging your pants up with laughs and tripping away. The cop that discovered you was close, but not enough to catch you, both of you sliding out onto the crowded sidewalk, people rushing out of your way as you ran.

You felt like Bonnie and The Joker was your Clyde, hands joining as you ran, more fits of laughter falling from your lips as you veered off the sidewalk and into traffic to avoid another cop.

You didn't see it coming, so lost in your delirious happiness that the delivery truck went unnoticed. Brakes squealed as the large vehicle tried to stop, but too much weight and speed kept it coming in your direction, both of you freezing on the spot.

There was a second where you realized you were about to die, turning towards J, but feeling yourself lifted and flung in the opposite direction. You waited for the pain, but it didn't come, instead air whipping past and making your hair swirl. And then your ride was abruptly over, Batman releasing you on the far sidewalk.

Stunned to see him this close up, it took a moment for you to wheel back in search of The Joker, horror making you cry out at his still form on the road. You pulled and screamed, tearing yourself away from your savior to run to your lover.

No one tried to stop you, everyone frozen and watching as you collapsed by his side, hands shaking and touching him. You were frantic, pulling at him, screaming his name, but getting no response. He was gone, his body broken and bleeding before you like a living nightmare.

You tried to revive him, performing CPR, pushing and thumping at his chest until Batman pulled you away. His arms locked around you like a vice and carried you from the horrible scene, your pleas falling on deaf ears.

Your eyes pinched shut, your cries turning into begging, everything fading until you jolted awake in a cell you couldn't remember. The pressure around you that had once been Batman's arms was a straitjacket keeping you secure. It was an embrace you could never escape, eyes heavy and sweeping the empty, dim room.

Who knows how long you had been here, time meaning nothing. Who knows if anything was real, the pain in your heart the only reminder that something had been taken from you.

The ground vibrated but you barely noticed it, the extinguished lights above you swaying and sending dust down upon you. Your neck was stiff as you slowly looked up, the hanging light swaying back and forth. Another much harder vibration caused it to pick up momentum and you were mesmerized by it, not hearing the screams in the hallway.

A fresh explosion buckled the door, leaving a gaping hole filled with smoke. You stared at it, unable to move even if you felt the desire, a single figure stepping through as a floating silhouette. They crossed the room, kneeling before you, and a tug at the helmet they wore revealed a shock of green hair and icy blue eyes.

He smiled at you, your own lips twitching and pulling until the corners lifted and mirrored him. His laugh came next, eerie and almost mournful, but your own joining in until it was deafening and terrifying to all that could hear it.

Again you felt yourself lifted, this time in the arms you wanted more than anything, The Joker carrying you from the cell and into the fiery hallway. Bodies lay before you, framing your escape route, and J didn't let you go until he reached the getaway vehicle, slowly placing you in the backseat. Leaning down, his lips ghosted over yours, a new scar across his cheek catching your eye. His kiss was brief, a peck at your lips, and then he spoke the words you had been dying to hear for so long.

"Let's go home."

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Summary: When your high profile mission goes terribly wrong, you’re forced to hide in a safehouse with a man you’ve never met before. With seemingly nowhere else to go, you’re forced to work together to figure out who is trying to have you assassinated before it’s too late. (Sam Wilson x Gender Neutral Reader)

Warnings: cursing, violence, guns, death

Word count: 3.2k

A/N: greetings. i have returned with a series that i have actually finished writing beforehand so i just have to post the chapters and yes this means i will not let this go incomplete shoutout to my bitch @midnightsunfae for putting up w me mwah lov u if i’ve completely butchered sam’s character, tell me so i can delete my entire account pls and thanks

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“Alexander Pierce.” The file fell on the table with a resounding thud.

“What about him?”

“I want him dead.”

The house stood tall; obnoxious, almost, with loud embellishments of gold. It screamed wealth spent lavishly and without any reasonable thought.

Also it was ugly.

You scaled the gate, landing on the gravel silently. There were no security measures that you could see beyond the automated entry and CCTV whose light wasn’t blinking. Must have been a power outage. An unlikely coincidence, but it just made your job easier.

You made a move towards the side of the house, staying close to the trees that lined the driveway, out of the direct line of sight of the house’s front door.

His car was parked outside; a swanky looking race car kept outside just for show. He was definitely at home.

A window at the side of the mansion was left slightly ajar. A quick sweep up the side of the house proved that the rest of them were shut.

Your eyebrow quirked up in suspicion, quickly taking a look around to see if you were being watched. For a few seconds the world didn’t seem to move, eerily silent other than the rustling of leaves.

Pierce was clearly the flagbearer of home security.

You stuffed your gun into the waistband of your pants, freeing both your hands to tug yourself into the room.

Your gun found its way into your hand once more as you scanned the room. He wasn’t on the bed. You deemed the silence as an indicator to safely to move ahead.

So far it seemed easy.

Too easy?

Ransone’s body was spread across his chair, leisurely stroking at his stubble. His other hand thrummed rhythmically at the timber in front of him. His eyes were glazed over; physically present but mind wandering elsewhere.

You waited for him to explain further, knowing better than to interrupt his train of thought.

He had the strangest penchant for drama and theatre. From what you could gather of the dim light in the room and his stance, he had just watched The Godfather. Again.

“Do you know how long it took me to build this business?” His words sounded like a musing, akin to a private thought he was letting you in on. “This empire, Y/N?”

“Twenty three years.” Your arms were crossed behind you, a sign of discipline he demanded from all members of the organisation.

“And I haven’t gotten there by being the neighbourhood church boy.” He gestured to one of the two men beside him, a rifle strung across their back at the ready. One of them-- Rumlow-- stepped forward, lighting a cigar and handing it to him.

He took a long drag, taking his time to exhale, flicking at the cigar to get rid of the loose ash. If he just got to the point, you could have left about twenty minutes ago.

“I’ve done terrible things,” he admitted, “but you know? I won’t be blamed for them. A bit of collateral damage was inevitable.”

His chair swayed from side to side as his feet thumped at the table. It annoyed you endlessly. You never told him.

“And you know how I feel about collateral damage, right?”

“Show no mercy.”

The house was silent, except for the faint sound of the television some distance away. You wouldn’t have been able to see if not for the moonlight that illuminated the space through the large windows.

Your gun pressed tightly to your side, you made your way down the open hallway. As you passed by the kitchen, the ticking of the timer on the oven made you pause. The oven itself wasn’t on but the clock was still ticking.

A bowl was kept on the marble island separating the rest of the hall from the kitchen. A pair of car keys lay mangled among a couple of dollar bills and loose change like he threw it in carelessly.

Continuing further down the hall, you came to the realisation that it culminated in a room that faced his backyard. Only a single glass sheet acted as a barrier between him and the outdoors.

You could hear the show getting louder, hidden from your line of sight by the couch in front of it.

Pierce’s head faced away from you and towards the only light source in the room. He hadn’t heard you come in.

From what you could see, he was asleep. Head slumped slightly, arm slinked over the backrest and no other movement.

It wasn’t actually a TV, just an iPad on its loudest setting with Netflix playing what looked like Horrible Bosses. A man with exquisite taste, obviously.

You took one step at a time, slowly making your way towards the couch until you were just a step or two behind him. You raised your arm, pressing your gun to the back of his head.

“Show no mercy,” he repeated, the corner of his mouth turning upward as he looked at you.

You wanted to shift under his stare. Your muscles were beginning to feel a dull burn, a sign that you had been standing still for too long.

“So tell me, after all my effort-” he stuck his bottom lip out mockingly- “should I let my fucking company get destroyed by one person?”

His hand harshly slammed down on the table as he lurched forward in his chair, eyes seething.

You nearly jumped at his sudden change in demeanour, knuckles tightening in anticipation.

“Tell me, boys, how far do I tolerate liars?” His stare didn’t waver, looking straight into your eyes.

“You don’t.” Their voices were eerily synchronised. You wondered if they ever rehearsed together. Probably did.

“Lovely.” Ransone smiled, leaning back in his chair. “I don’t.”

“Liars?” Your voice had risen by an octave or two, your surprise catching you off guard.

“Someone has been sneaking information to Serpentine for nearly two years.” A chill ran down your spine, the muscles in your jaw tightening. “They’ve been growing exponentially and someone’s been helpin’ them do it.”

Only someone didn’t fear death would turn their back on him. Someone who had nothing to lose.

“We have reason to believe it’s Pierce.”

A moment passed where you expected him to wake up, turn around and look at you so that you could deliver Ransone’s message to him, a quippy one liner about betrayal or something.

But he didn’t.

Instead, his head shifted under the pressure of your gun, falling over as if it was weightless.

Your face pulled into a frown as you made your way to the front of the couch swiftly, gun still held tightly in front of you.

Your shadow dimmed the light that fell on him from the iPad, but it was impossible to deny.

A single gunshot to the front of his head. Eyes wide open, red from the lack of moisture. The blood around him painted a gory scene that was impossible to notice from behind.

“What the-” you murmured, lowering your arm.

“I can tolerate one mistake. Everyone deserves that.” Ransone shrugged offhandedly. “But this isn’t the first one he’s made.”

“So you want him gone.”

“That would be lovely, yes.” He relaxed into his chair once again, taking another hit from his cigar.

“Why do you want me to do it?” you asked, eyebrows knitted together. Generally he would send you for something more high-profile. Raids, infiltrations. These kinds of hits were what you left behind years ago.

“A spy has security from the ones they’re working for. It’s possibly more dangerous.” His feet found its way onto the table, one over the other as he stretched back. “And I’m not sure my other agent can make it.”

“Thanks,” you spoke monotonously. “Glad to know I’m your first choice.”

“Don’t take it personally.” He dismissed it with a wave of his hand. “He probably won’t show.”

His sleeve fell slightly to reveal a sliver of his tattoo. A spider, the symbol of his authority.

Each of his employees had a web inked on their skin that grew with each passing year of their service. It was how you identified each other in passing.

“You have an opening on Friday. His house help leaves at 8 sharp and he’s alone.”

You nodded, picking up the file in front of him, avoiding his fingers that had returned to thrumming on the tabletop. You acknowledged the two men beside him before making your way toward the door.

This house was all the way across the country. No wonder he gave you a bit more time as compared to usual to prepare.

“It’ll be done.”

The sound of a gun clicking away from you made the hair on your neck stand up.

You sprung up, arms extended in front of you instinctively towards the sound.

Even in the dim light of the room, you could see a man standing a few feet away from you. His hand held a glock, aimed towards you.

Neither of you said a word. Time stood still for all you cared. The only indication that it didn’t was that Horrible Bosses was still playing.

“Who the fuck are you?” you finally asked, voice surprisingly calm for the adrenaline that was spiking through your body.

“Who are you?” he questioned in retaliation, tone curt.

“I asked first.” You wondered if he could see you roll your eyes.

He didn’t reply, obviously.

A beat passed and you almost forgot the dead body that lay near your knees. Almost. It didn’t help that his fingers were nearly touching your leg like some kind of pervert; not that you could blame him for it this time.

“Did you kill him?” he finally relented, mentioning towards him quickly with a tug of his shoulder.

“What-” You recoiled, head slightly jerking back in disbelief. “No. Didn’t you?”

“He was like this when I got here.” He paused, and you let him speak. “And then you came in; thought you were comin’ back to check.”

“I just got here.”

“I can’t confirm that.” His answer was instantaneous, almost cutting you off before you finished.

“And I can’t confirm you didn’t kill him.” You took a step away from Pierce, never breaking his gaze. “The odds are kinda against you here.”

“I didn’t kill him.” He only took a step toward you, making you stop where you were. He wasn’t going to let you get out of this.

“What a compelling argument,” you drawled sarcastically. “Then what are you doing here?”

“Cookin’ him dinner,” he snapped back quickly in a manner that would usually make you smile if it weren’t for the situation you were in presently. “What do you think?”

“Who sent you?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Why did they send you?”

“I can’t tell you that either.”

“Then give me a reason why I shouldn’t pull this trigger right now.”

“You first.”

It was a shame you had to kill him. You found his resilience fun.

“Well, it was pleasant-” You were cut off by the sound of a bullet whizzing past your head. It struck the vase next to the couch, instantly exploding into hundreds of shards.

“Did you just fucking shoot at me?” you yelled, swiftly raising your gun so that it was pointed at his forehead.

But he wasn’t looking at you. He was looking at the large glass, too distracted to pay heed to what you were saying.

You slowly followed his line of sight to the window.

A large fracture in the glass surrounded a small hole, nearly invisible from your distance if you weren’t looking hard enough.

You looked back at him to find him staring at you.

A split second later the glass sheet shattered, sending the pieces all over the room. You launched yourself behind the couch heavily, avoiding the barrage of bullets being shot your way.

From the corner of your eye you could see the man dive to take cover behind the couch with you.

“What the fuck?” you asked loudly, back pressed against the backrest as various items shattered around you. “Who the hell are these guys?”

“The shittiest bodyguards ever.” He looked over his shoulder but slid back down again when a shot nearly missed his face.

You didn’t even know where to shoot; the bullets just seemed to be coming from the shadows of the trees.

Taking a moment to assess the man breathing hard next to you. He was tall and muscular, a tight fighting shirt stretching across his chest. His hair was cropped, eyes dark with what looked like irritation more than anger. Hot.

Your attention was drawn to a trail of blood left on his forehead as he wiped at it with his forearm, him seemingly unaware of it.

“Dude, I think you got grazed.”

He looked at you questioningly. You pointed at his arm with your shoulder. His eyes dropped to it, letting out a string of curses as he tugged his sleeve back to look at the wound.

He didn’t have to pull it back much before the sight of a familiar design greeted you.

A spider web. Drawn intricately with the lines stretching delicately across his skin like lace.

A tattoo.

“You work for Ransone?” None of this made sense. Why were there two of you on the same mission? Who was this guy? Was he supposed to be here?

You didn’t wait for his answer, pulling your sleeve back to reveal the same tattoo, smaller in size, but indicative enough.

He took a second to process. You could almost see the gears turning in his head.

“Great,” he finally said as a bullet lodged itself in the wall you were facing, bitterness lacing his words. “It’s a set up.”

“Oh, one more thing, Y/N.”

You spun on your heel to look at him. A devilish smile grew on his face.

“Remember- we don’t tolerate liars.”

You stared at him, not uttering a word, waiting for him to make his point.

“So make sure you let him know that.” His smile only grew as you turned around and walked out the door, letting it shut behind you.

The crunching of feet over glass made you look over your shoulder, only to quickly retract before your head was blown off.

They were wearing ski masks and all black tactical suits, leaving not even an inch of their skin uncovered.

“I count four or five. There may be more,” the man next to you said slowly.

“You take the ones on the left, I’ll take right,” you instructed, seeing him nod his head. You didn’t even know his name but apparently you were working together now.

You gave a small countdown before pivoting on your knee to face them, eyes already set on your target.

Firing off two shots, you saw the first one fall to the floor, soon accompanied by his teammate as you shot a round at his forehead.

Four were down, counting the bodies next to them on the floor, but the bullets didn’t stop firing at you. They clearly were in a much larger number than you anticipated.

You weren’t sure how many more bullets the couch could absorb. The both of you were basically sitting ducks; who knew how many more were out there. You had limited ammo because you didn’t expect a fucking SWAT team when you came to kill one man.

“We need to go,” he voiced your exact concern.

“Yep,” you grunted, shifting to reload your gun from the spare ammo in your pocket.

You didn’t know how to get out of here considering that you didn’t bring your own-

“I got a plan,” you said. He looked at you inquisitively. “You know the window in the west bedroom, hall dead-end?”

He nodded. Perhaps he was the one who left it open when he arrived.

“On the count of three, make a run for it.” You winced as a bullet tore through the fabric of the couch, right near where your shoulder was a second ago.

“We can’t outrun them,” he hissed, quickly shooting behind him before rejoining you on the floor.

“Trust me.” Bold ask. You wondered if he would.

“I don’t.”

“Do it anyway.”

You didn’t really care if he didn’t. At least you’d get out.

“One.” You shifted to sit on your knee. You could see him sit still, not joining you.

“Two.” Your gun was pressed to your side, at the ready.

“Three.” Like an athlete in a race you took off, not daring to look behind you even once as shots rode the air, narrowly missing your body.

You almost didn’t hear his groan and a small “Fuckin’ hell” before heavy footsteps ran behind you.

You smiled triumphantly, until you remembered the both of you were being followed, at least four more shooters hot on your heels.

You shot a single shot behind you, hearing someone wheeze before a loud thump of a body hitting the floor. Hopefully it wasn’t the guy you were with, but you couldn’t find it in your to care much if it was.

You raced past the numerous rooms you passed on the way here before it suddenly widened into the open kitchen.

Your body moved in autopilot, a detour in the form of a quick skip as you reached over and grabbed the contents of the bowl on the counter, fumbling to hold onto the car keys as loose change fell to the floor.

The oven timer went off, not for long before you heard its door splinter into pieces as someone shot at it in annoyance.

You took a sharp right into the room, followed by the man who took the time to kick the door shut behind him, buying you maybe a second or two of time.

You nearly flung yourself out of the window, the gravel not exactly providing the softest landing as you scrambled to open the door of the car.

“Get in!” you yelled at him as he obliged, yanking the door and jumping into the passenger seat. You threw the few dollars you had caught hold of by mistake on the floor of the car.

You could hear the door of the room being kicked open, and what seemed like angry shouting as the window cracked, leaving nothing in its wake.

You revved the engine, slamming the accelerator with as much power as you could. The car lurched backwards, and you cursed, switching gears to go forward.

The harsh sound of metal on metal followed you as they shot at whatever they could. You prayed they wouldn’t accidentally hit the wheel or gas tank. They didn’t exactly seem like the best in the business, having missed most of their shots.

“Go go go!” The guy beside you was holding on to his seat tightly for support.

The car broke through the rusty gates. You cringed at the dent on the hood, but didn’t slow down even for a second as you wove through trees of the estate, not losing speed even as you got onto the highway.

Silence befell the both of you for a good amount of time, but not enough time to process what had just happened. Your adrenaline was still high as you drove well above the speed limit.

Your next step was unclear.

You were in a car with a complete stranger. You weren’t sure if you were injured somewhere. You didn’t even know where you were driving to.

“Alright,” he cleared his throat. “What the hell was that?

Part 2

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valeskakingdom · 3 years

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since we were talking about candy in the groupchat, what about jerome and reader being at the circus or a festival and reader insisting on trying every candies and snacks? or maybe that would be jerome? haha (of course, ignore if you want to! :))

No it's alright! I think I do it before Jerome became crazy tho. Still I think I mention the abusive relationship and the big hatred Jerome feels for her. Get ready for a little surprise ahaha!

This time it's a very short one tho (my opinion)

Credit: @daily-joker

Jerome x Reader

Warnings: short mention of violence and abuse, otherwise none

Word count: 2139

It was 4ish in the afternoon.

You were excited - finally you see your lover again: the ginger circus boy Jerome Valeska. He meant everything to you, you couldn't without him. In your opinion you and him had almost the perfect relationship. You've never argued, you supported each other, helped each other... It was magical. Both of you, Jeromeor you, could never think it. You and arguing? About what? There was nothing to argue about. You know he would never cheat on you, nor would you. Your feelings for each other were way to strong.

But yes, as you've heard - your relationship was almost perfect.

The crux of the matter were your habits. You lived in a small apartment near the Narrows with a non exciting view to the outside - you just saw damaged houses, trash filled the streets, and just a few people walked outside.

And Jerome - he lived at the circus. Always travelling, always far away from you. Just at the beginning of spring you were able to see him, otherwise you were required to send letters - and you did it, day by day until you both knew everything about each other. You knew, he didn't like the circus - mainly because of his mother Lila Valeska, the snake dancer. In your opinion, she was a whore who abused his own flesh and blood. She was beating Jerome, yelling and punishing him for nothing. It made you cry, thinking your love of your life was living in such horrible conditions. Several times you offered him to live with him but he always declined. He said if he left his mum would find him and kill him. Then you offered him to move to the circus but even that he declined. He said he couldn't forgive himself if his mother laid a finger on you - kind of understandable.

***

You made your way quick to the circus. You didn't want to waste your time, you couldn't wait any longer to see you. You wanted to hug him, kiss the shit outta him, wanted to smell on his cologne that smelled like a mix of candies and the classy men perfume. It satisfied all your senses, you were literally addicted to it.

After you quickly parked in front of the circus, you made your way fast to enter it. You didn't even need to buy a ticket, every artist knew you as Jerome pretty little doll. That was the nickname he usually gave you when he was non stop talking about you.

On the entrance, you saw the Ringmaster seemingly looking for something. His head permanently moved from one side to another and he had a questioning look on his face. It changed though as he saw you. A little smile went over his face and waved at you, he had some empathy for you which was not natural.

"Great to see you (Y/n)."

"Thank you," you gave him a warm smile "Was just looking for Jerome."

"Might be in his trailer. Probably arguing with his mother again. I heard them yelling." He shrugged clueless.

You just sighed in response, you knew what that meant. You'd find Jerome being beaten up in his room, his pretty face was covered in bruises and he'd try to overplay everything although he'd love to cry into your shoulder.

Immediately, you made your way to his trailer, almost running. You hoped he was fine and nothing that bad has happened yet.

Your feeling was wrong.

You saw him sitting in front of the trailer. He was crawled into himself like a little girl that was scared of getting punched but one of its parents again - what a cliche.

You couldn't see whether he was crying yet or not - you just hoped he didn't.

You hope was all gone as you came nearer, you heard him sobbing and sniffing. Fuck, you thought. Your felt sorry for him, you couldn't stand him being so sad. It made you sad, you just wanted to cry. You couldn't see him like that. Your heart felt heavy, breathing became a burden, pins and needles were all over your skin, tears were built up in your eyes at you were trying to hold back.

"Jerome-" Your breathe hitched as he looked up at you - his eyes were puffy and red from crying and his face...oh lord. He had a black eye, a red swollen lip with a bloody cut You almost didn't date to ask. You knew he didn't like taking about it "Wha-what has happened?"

"Had a little argument with my mum and her one off bozo." He shrugged sniffing and looked at the ground.

You couldn't understand Lila, you couldn't understand anybody who ever abused someone like that. Did they have fun destroying someone's life?! Did she love seeing her son hurt?

Saying nothing you took a seat next to him. You took his hand tangling your fingers in your and rubbed circles with your thumb slowly as you rested your head on his shoulder. You tried to calm him down with that. You knew words were useless. You could start this typical encouragement like everything's gonna be better bla bla. You and he knew it was not true and making him falso hope wouldn't help at all.

You both said nothing for a while. You gave him time to clear his head that he could calm down. You didn't want to annoy him with any stupid words or thoughts as well.

"I wanna kill her." Jerome said all of a sudden "She should feel the pain she causes me."

You gulped in surprise. You've never heard him saying like this before, he sounded so serious about it what kinda scared you. Was he serious about it? No he wasn't, right? Jerome was too adorable to be a criminal. He was surely just upset about the stuff his mother does to him and he doesn't know what he's sayinh.

"I just can offer you to stay with me, Jerome. You'd be save, no mother, no violent bozos. There'd be just you and me."

"Soon I will. I promise." He wiped his tears from his cheeks.

"Just say a word and I help you packing." You just kissed his cheek give him a little smile. It was the first time he said this. Now you were assured he really wanted to do all these things you've planned once: Living together, a wedding, kids.

Jerome looked at you now. His gaze met yours, a small smile was built up in his actually face. He was relieved. He was thankful you offered him a place to say although the he permanently denied it. He was thankful to have you by his side. You were his only supporter, and the most intense one.

"I love you," Jerome grabbed your cheeks softly and pulled you into a deep kiss. You couldn't help but smile as your lips touched softly.

"I love you, too." You said against his lips with a smile making him smile, too. You were thinking now. What could you do to make him feel better? Sex was no option for you - well, not right now. You wanted to give him the feeling of freedom, that he could do what he wanted or that he could be a normal teenager like you. You wanted to do something stupid with him. Something like buying tons of food like trying to win the biggest soft animal or taking silly photos of each other. You just wanted to see him happy again.

Then you had an idea.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him after you while you both stood up. Probably that was gonna be one of your most stupid ideas but it was fun. It was childish. Maybe he would even call you dumb but you didn't care. You just wanted to make him love and letting him forget all his problems.

"What are you doing?" Jerome frowned as he wiped the last few tears out of his face.

"I wanna cheer you up, silly." You giggled and kept walking "Have you ever eaten every sort of candies here Or every snack you can buy here?"

"What?"

"Yes or no?"

"Uhm...no? What are you-..."

"Time for changes." You smirked "We now go buy every single candy and every kind of fast food they offer here. Then we go out anywhere and eat them all up and vote what's the best and the worst one."

"Are you serious?" Jerome asked on disbelief.

"I'm anything but joking." You stopped walking giving him a stern look "So you're in?"

"I don't know," Jerome shrugged with a sigh "I'm just not in the mood for anything."

Instead of saying something, you pulled him into a tight hug and buried your face into the crook of his neck. At first, he didn't hug you back, just stood there; sad, unmotivated, pissed. You didn't mind about it. You could understand how he felt. Being beaten up and insulted almost every day had to be horrible. It was a living hell.

After a few minutes though, you felt Jerome slowly wrapping his arms around. His head was leaned against yours, one of his hands was placed on the back of your head and his fingers were tangled in your hair. You felt how he pulled you more against him. He needed you, more than before - more than anything right now.

"I hate seeing you like that, Jerome." You mumbled "I just want you to be happy or at least forget all these bad things for a moment. I know it's hard, but I just wanna help you, okay?"

"I know...thank you for that." Jerome kissed your head, then looked at you giving you a little smile making you smile, too.

"Anytime for you," You pecked his lips "So...does that mean you're in?"

"Do we really have to eat all candies?"

"Yes! That's the fun on it," You chuckled "How about we rate the candies? Criteria are taste and consistence. C'mon that'll be fun!"

"Fineee." He rolled his eyes with a slight laughter. You were glad. You were glad seeing him smiling, hearing him laughing a little. His eyes weren't full of tears anymore, he didn't look sad not like he was about to have a nervous break down. He looked like the funny and happy Jerome you got to know.

***

"What about Twinkies?" You ask as you and Jerome took a bite in it as you both sat n the back seats of your car. You really did it. You bought every candy that existed at the circus. Pop tarts, Nerds, Sour Patch, Twizzlers...everything.

In your eyes it was a good idea doing that. Not because you were obsessed with candies, you just wanted to distract Jerome - and it worked. He was laughing more, he was making jokes, making you smile. Exactly how you wanted it.

"I would say...hm...taste is 7 out of 10, consistence 8." Jerome said thinking "Makes 7.5"

"I agree," You said giving him the cotton candy "Now let's try this." You both took a bite in it.

"Taste is 8 out of 10, consistence is...6."

"Really? Just a 6? It's an 8 as a minimum." You frowned in disbelief. He can't be serious, can he?

"It's too fibrous."

"Well, that's the sense of cotton candy." You rolled your eyes "You aren't a cotton candy type, are you?"

"I just don't like this one. Its just made bad," He grabbed the pop tarts opening them "Now let's try these." And again you both took a bite in it.

"Fight me but 10 out of 10! Both criteria!" You insisted instantly.

"Agreed." Jerome nodded "I think they are my favorites."

"Hm," You pursed your lips thinking "I can't decide between Twizzlers and Pop Tarts." You really couldn't. You loved the frosted chocolate in Pop Tarts, and oh the cookie! The cookie was amazing. But Twizzlers... You loved the strawberry flavor. It was perfect! Not too sour, not too sweet, not bitter. Both were your favorite flavors.

"Let's try them again." Jerome eagerly grabbed the Twizzlers pack and ate some "Definitely Pop Tarts."

"Are you sure? They are both so... delicious and-..."

"I'm more than sure," Jerome interrupted me with a slight chuckle "Trust me, Pop Tarts are the best."

"Okay fine, Pop Tarts are the winner." You smirked eating up the rest of Pop Tarts. You admitted, he was right. Pop Tarts ARE the best.

"By the way," Jerome started scratching his head "Thank you."

"Anytime." you smiled kissing his soft and red lips. You accomplished what you wanted - he was happy again because of your silly idea "And next time we rate fast food."

"I'm in."

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