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junggunz · 1 year

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♡⸝⸝nsfw alphabet: gun park

cw: fem bodied reader + established relationship. an: for the anons who requested. thank you!! WHeEZE sammy and gun back to back got my coochie crying.

A - Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

No sweet aftercare is coming from Gun. If you smoke, he might share a nice post-coital cigarette with you. I’m only half joking. I think if the two of you had some really aggressive sex, he would baby you because he knows how fragile you are compared to him. But if it was just regular sex…maybe he’d get you a glass of water while he’s up trying to find a lighter.

B - Body Part (their favorite body part on themselves and their favorite body part on their partner)

I think Gun really likes his hands. Does that seem unexpected? I’m just convinced that he’s into them because he knows he can do some serious damage with just his fists while fighting. Then in the bedroom, he thinks you’re the prettiest when he has his long fingers wrapped around your neck.

With that being said, the decolletage is something he admires a lot on his partner. So, the neck and chest area right above the boobies is his favorite.

C - Cum (anything related to 💦💦💦)

This man cums an ungodly amount. Gun isn’t too picky about where he cums, he just likes to see it on you or in you. If he cums in your mouth, make sure to show him before you swallow unless you want him bruising your esophagus when he throatfucks you again.

D - Dirty Secret

Gun’s dirty secret isn’t dirty per se. Messy is a better word. He really wants to fuck you while you’re on your period. Specifically, on some white sheets. A period doesn’t stop nothin’ but a sentence. A strange combination of liking being covered in blood that isn’t his and how shy you get about being intimate during your time of the month makes him really want to make this fantasy happen.

E - Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I think Gun has some experience. I’m under the impression that 20% of his knowledge of sex comes from hands-on experience, 70% comes from reading erotic literature and ecchi manga, and 10% comes from just natural talent.

F - Favorite Position

Gun doesn’t really have a favorite position. He just puts you in whatever position comes naturally to him in the moment.

G - Goofy (are they more serious or playful in the moment?)

Gun is actually more playful than you would think. But the way it comes off seems serious. You know how orcas play with their prey before eating? Yeah…that’s basically how Gun is.

H - Hair (how well groomed they are)

I think Gun is totally shaved down there. Literally no rhyme or reason for it; he just decided one day he didn’t want to deal with hair down there.

I - Intimacy (how romantic are they in the moment?)

This may come as a surprise to some of y’all but Gun does have somewhat of a romantic side… In the bedroom, at least. How he acts during is very dependent on the type of mood he’s in. (I’ll elaborate a little more on this when you get to the letter K) He doesn’t express the romantic aspect with words, it’s definitely all action based. It’s impossible to miss the difference between when he’s in a mood for rough sex versus romantic sex because when he’s rough, that’s when he gets more talkative. You don’t know how he does it, but there’s just something about the way that he touches your body during the more tender lovemaking that lets you know how much you mean to him.

J - Jack Off (how frequently do they masturbate?)

I honestly don’t think Gun is the type to masturbate... Not by himself at least. If he’s jerking off, it’s because the two of you are FaceTiming or because the two of you are engaging in some mutual masturbation as foreplay. Gun probably heard that rumor where boxers abstain from sex/jacking off before matches because it lowers their testosterone and makes them less aggressive when they fight then was like ‘oop can’t take any risks.’

K - Kink

Gun’s kinks are a little more out there. But so is he.

Primal play - This is Gun’s number one kink and I refuse to believe otherwise. Like yes, it can be animalistic sometimes in the bedroom but primal play includes more than just that; it’s centered around raw feelings, actions, and natural impulses. Gun doesn’t find much joy in one night stands because it’s hard to establish the connection needed to become truly primal during sex. Rather than just having you be his submissive, he sees you as his prey that he’s trying to capture. He likes the struggle for power. The smell and taste of your sweat. The way you bite him. The intensity of the entire experience is something that Gun gets a thrill out of.

Shibari/Kinbaku - Gun sees kinbaku as an erotic art and he just likes to admire the sight of his craftsmanship— as well as you being totally helpless— sometimes, it’ll lead to sex. Other times, he’ll just snap a few pictures of you bound with the pretty red rope so he can keep track of what ties/patterns he’s already done. It’s more of a hobby than a kink in his mind.

Sensation play - From sensory deprivation to exciting all of your senses; Gun thinks it’s fun. This kink goes matches well with his interest in kinbaku. He’s really into having you bound with a blindfold on and caressing your skin with a feather or gliding an ice cube along your skin. With your vision blocked, you can never tell what he’s gonna do. You have to rely mostly on your sense of smell to figure out where Gun is. He moves so silently, you can’t hear him over the sounds of the sex playlist you two made together. The scent of the expensive fragrance he wears fading or getting stronger is how you get an idea of where he might be in the room.

L - Location (favorite places to do the deed)

The bedroom has everything Gun needs but I honestly think he’s the type to fuck you anywhere if the mood strikes. He might have a fantasy of fucking you at an onsen-

M - Motivation (what turns them on and gets them going)

Gun likes fighting as foreplay. I wish I was joking. He’s definitely the type to purposely push your buttons to irritate you so the two of you end up having some angry sex. You know he likes to do this but he’s just really good at purposefully getting on your nerves, you always end up falling for it.

Also, if he’s practicing new rope ties on you and notices you getting excited by it, he’ll fuck you. Other things that get him going include you smelling really nice or sitting on his lap.

N - NO (what turns them off or something they’re strongly against)

I think Gun is a bit hesitant when it comes to pain kinks. He can tolerate pain just fine, but he gets worried about hurting you too much. Like he always keeps a really loose hold on your neck because he’s scared he might accidentally crush your windpipe if he applies any pressure.

O - Oral (preference for giving or receiving, skill level)

Gun has a preference for giving because he’s still in the process of learning and has this innate desire to wanna know what it takes to drive you crazy with just his tongue. Bro doesn’t even know that he’s already better than 90% of most guys-

P - Pace

This man is taking you to pound town. Slow sex is reserved for after he’s made you a cum few times and he needs some time to catch his breath.

Q - Quickie (opinions on them/how often)

Gun is usually the one to initiate quickies. If the mood to fuck strikes, he’s following his instincts.

R - Risk (do they like to experiment or take risks?)

Gun is definitely one of the more experimental men of Lookism. He’s down to take some risks here and there.

S - Stamina (how long do they last? How many rounds would they like to go for?)

I almost want to say he’s a one pump chump because it’d be funny- but I don’t like lying.

Not only does Gun have an insane amount of stamina, he’s incredibly patient. Similar to DG, sex with Gun is only ending if he has shit to do or if you use your safeword. He’s not keeping track of rounds, he’ll just keep going until he doesn’t feel like it.

T - Toy (how do they feel about using them?)

Gun is a big fan of toys during foreplay but once it’s time for the main event, he prefers to put them off to the side.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sadist energy over here. Gun is teasing you to the point of tears. He straight up does not care because he sees it as a game.

V - Volume (how loud they are and what sounds do they make?)

Noisier than one might think. Expect Gun to grunt and even growl when he’s really into it. If the two of you are in a situation where you can’t make too much noise, he’s good at holding back his sounds but still can’t be totally silent.

W - Wild Card

I will not be elaborating or explaining. It’s just a vibe.

I see Gun and Goo as a package deal. I can’t help it. Gun probably has Goo asking a lot of questions about your sex life when they’re bored at work. First, it just started out as him wondering about Gun’s thing for shibari which escalates to him asking to see pictures of it and *insert chain of events* it eventually leads to him becoming the third in your relationship.

You don’t like Goo as your other part time lover? Fine. Gun’s other wildcard is that he has a voyeuristic streak and likes to watch you shower or change. He’s so sneaky about it too. I don’t think you’d ever find out about this little habit.

X - X-Ray (what’s in those pants?)

Gun is another grower instead of shower. When you see him soft you’re just like “oh..” but then he gets hard and that ‘oh’ turns into an “oh my god???” Probably has a pretty dick. A little more slender compared to Samuel or Jake; but he’s long. It has a slight curve that’s perfect for hitting that special spot inside of you.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Gun probably doesn’t have that high of a sex drive. He’s too busy putting his energy elsewhere. He probably gets the horniest when you start acting all needy and asking him for sex.

Z ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 - (how quickly they fall asleep after.)

Does Gun even sleep- he seems like he likes to only take cat naps LMAO. But at the same time, I feel like after sex is when he gets the best night's sleep.

summary: Gun is surprisingly a balanced mix of kinky and sensual. Even when he’s fucking you fast and rough, he manages to make it seem so intimate and erotic.

bonus!

“Are you still comfortable?” Gun asks, his gruff voice barely above a whisper as he finishes up tying off the final rope of his latest creation. You don’t know how long you had been standing as he had worked section by section to piece together this ‘outfit.’ He had started with three ropes that lay horizontal in four parallel sections across the upper half of your torso that were knotted at the center of your back. Working in layers, he worked on tying the rope that went around your hips and thighs before going back to your chest then finally binding your arms behind your back and immobilizing you.

Despite Gun permitting you to have your sight whenever he engaged in this art form, he was never a fan of you looking at his work before it was finished so you were only able to feel where he had secured the rope around your body. From your shoulder to your waistline, there were a series of knots you couldn’t distinguish. Your hips are bare and you don’t feel the braided material again until it’s tied around the junction where your thigh meets your groin before there are more horizontal rows that stop right above your knee.

“Yeah, it’s fine.” You answer him, giving him a small smile of reassurance, eager to see what masterpiece he had created this time. Patiently standing, he retrieves his polaroid camera before snapping pictures of you from multiple angles to capture the intricate design he painstakingly crafted.

When the pictures finally develop, Gun holds them before your eyes since your hands were useless behind your back. The smile on your face becomes even wider as you see the beautiful arrangement of scarlet rope contrasting against your skin. A heart against your sternum is the first shape you pick out as you examine the picture before you notice a smaller, upside down heart below your bust then seeing the smallest heart shaped knot around your navel. Your skin is framed by the rope in a series of diamonds and triangles; the symmetry of the design being extremely pleasing to your eyes and taking your breath away like every design he had pieced together.

“This might be my new favorite way to be tied up.” You say in a lighthearted tone, knowing that the heart shaped knots were more catered to your aesthetics rather than his. When your comment is met by silence, you curiously peer up at him and see the carnality slowly pooling in his dark eyes while he stares at your body.

It’s a scenario oh too familiar, yet infallibly so tantalizing to Gun. Tying you up has always been mostly for his own leisure and viewing pleasure; but on the occasions where you’re enthralled by his handiwork, it sends blood rushing straight to his dick. It’s even more of a treat for him when he slips a hand between your legs to find your core leaking your honey.

Camera and pictures carelessly tossed off to the side, you part your legs ever so slightly to allow him more access to you before Gun eases his middle and ring fingers inside of you. They slip in so easily, making his heart swell with pride knowing how ready you were for him. The smallest smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he slowly pushed his fingers all the way into you before pulling back so just half of them remained inside you. With the pad of his thumb going to rub over your swollen clit, he gradually starts to fuck you with his fingers; making you moan softly at the way his fingers intentionally plunge deep in search of your special spot. It doesn’t take long for him to come in contact with a particularly spongy area inside of your walls before his digits are aggressively rubbing against it and making your walls start to convulse around him.

“Gun…” You whine out as your inner thighs start to tremble, looking up at him with watery eyes as you feel yourself getting embarrassingly close to orgasming.

“If you cum now, I’m not fucking you and I’m leaving you tied like this.” He warns in a low voice, his fingers picking up their pace and purposely egging you on.

A groan rumbles in your chest as you painstakingly endure his fingers trying to coax you to orgasm, perspiration beading along your skin while your body twitches from your senses being in overdrive. Once Gun decides he’s thoroughly tenderized you and prepped you for his cock, he finally withdraws his fingers from you then brings the digits to your lips. You eagerly accept them into your mouth and taste your own arousal, licking every last bit off of him.

Fingers now clean, he pushes toward his bed, making you land face first into the plush material as your arms remain firmly tied behind your back. The familiar sound of Gun undoing his belt buckle and pants makes your ears perk up, catching the sound of his clothes rustling as he carelessly tosses them on to the floor before he gets behind you and drags the head of his cock along your folds.

“Let’s make this pretty pussy cum since you’ve been so good for me, yeah?”

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benimsiyahnotdefterim · 2 months

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sene 2009

17 yasindayim bizim mahalleye yeni bi aile tasinmis... Tabi o zamanlar mahalleye tasinan kisiyle gidip tanisilir hediye verilir sohbet edilir... Mahallede apartmanin onlerine masa sandalye koyulur cekirdek yenir sohbet edilir falan... Guzel zamanlar tabi :) Yeni tasinan ailenin 2 cocugu var biri 19 yasinda adı mert, tabi o gun onun benim hayatimin anlami olacagindan bir haberim :') diger cocuk da 5 yaşında erkek adı da murat. Mahalleye kizlarla buluşmaya ckiyorum bir ogle vakti murat kosarak yanima geliyo tabi baya zaman geçti annesiyle murat bize gelirlerdi muratla oyun oynardik. Selin abla kapiyi caliyorum acmiyo annem dedi bana. Uyumuştur diye dusunup muratla onlarin evine ciktik kapiyi caliyorum acan yok tabi. Komsulara soyluyorum muratin annesi hatice ablayi telefonla ariyorlar zil sesi evden geliyor o sirada mert geldi bakindi once sonra sordu noldu diye. Hatice abla kapiyi acmiyor dedim. Gozlerime bakti bi kac saniye... Sonra kapiyi caldi acan yok endiselendi hemen cuzdanindan kart ckardi kapinin arasina sokarak acti kapiyi. Mutfaga girdik bi baktik hatice abla yere yigilmis. Nefes almiyor... O gun ne kadar uzuldugumu anlatamam. Mert kucakladi annesini aglaya aglaya olmedi diyor... Ben hickira hickira aglayip murati sakinlestirmeye calisiyorum. Mert arabasina bindiriyo hatice ablayi muratla bize de binin diyor. Biniyoruz one murati oturttum arkada ben, hatice ablanin kafasi kucagimda.. saclarini oksuyorum agliyorum dunya dar geliyor. Hatice ablanin kocasi murat 1 yasindayken ölmüs. Hative ablanin nabzine kalbine bakiyorum atmiyor... Hastaneye variyoruz mert delirmis durumda murat perisan. Muratin elinden tutuyorum hatice abla sedyeyle aliniyor. Ah hatirlayinca her defasinda aglama tutar beni. Her neyse hatice abla öldü. Cenazesi vs derken muratla mert bizde kaldilar. Annemle babam melek gibi insanlardir yardima muhtaca arkalarini donmezler... Muratla annesi gibi ilgileniyorum mutlu etmeye calisiyorum. Mert calisiyor eve geliyor muratla kaldiklari misafir odasina cekiliyor hemen. Onunla dogru duzgun konusmuypruz agzini bile acmiyor. Bir gece murati yatirmak icin odaya girdim uyanikti yatakta oylece oturup duvara bakiyordu. Hemen yataga kucagimdaki murati yatirip onun yanina ilerledim. Murat abisinin onu sevmedigini dusunuyordu bana soyluypdu hic olurmu oyle sey diyordum. Gectim yanina dedim ki muratla biraz ilgilensen psikolojisi iyi degil. Bana döndürdü gözlerini elimi tuttu. Herşey için teşekkür ederim dedi saat gece 3 herkes uyuyor fısıltıyla konusuypruz tabi. Sonra sarildi bana birden... Kokusunu ilk defa o gun yakindan aldim. Cok guzel kokardi hep. Odasina sinerdi kokusu. Ne yapacagimi bilemeyip bende sarildim. Bi kac saniye kaldik oylr sonra aglamaya basladi kafasina omzuma koyup...birlikte agladik.sarilmayi birakmadan. Sonra cekildi benden iyi geceler selin dedi yataga yatti. İyi geceler dedim ciktim odadan ama kalbim nasil atiyor. Odama gittim uyuyamiyorum ama. Tum gece onu dusundum. Ona asik oldugumu anladim.. Sonra birkac ay gecti biz mertle daha yakinlastik konusmaya basladik hatta flort eder gibi konusmaya basladik falan. Daha sonra mert para biriktirdi. Ayriyetten bizimle kaldigi icin cekinip kiraya faturalara destek olurdu. Geldi bi gun konustu babamla aldi murati valizleri amcasinin yanina gidecegini soyledi. O gun yuzume bile bakmadan gitti. Murati opebildim sadece gitmeden. 2 yil gecti bir gun telefonum caldi. Onun sesi telefonda. Murat seni gormek istiyor diyo. O gun geldi beni almaya arabayla. Bindim gidiyoruz muratin yanina. Radyoda bu sarki calmaya basliyo o sirada arabayi park ediyor. Radyoda ses fazla ciktigi icin kismak icin egiliyorum bi anda kolumu tutup kendisine cekti beni. İlk öpücügümü o gun bu sarki calarken ona verdim. Opustukten sonra gozlerimi kaciriyorum tabi utangaciö biraz. O guluyor. Arabadan indik eve geldik murat hemen sarildi bana. Ozledim falan diyor. Ordan mert kiskaniyorum ama diyince murat da cocuk akli 'abim de ozledi seni' diyor. Merte dönüyprum gülümseyerek bana bakiyor. Herneyse biz o gunden sonra hep bulustuk sevgili olduk. Sarkimiz da var. Tabii bu sarki :')

bir gun murat ben mert gezmeye sahile cikiyoruz. Tipki aile gibiyiz ama. Yuruyoruz sahili sonra sokak calgicisina isaret veriyo mert. Bu sarkiyi soyluyorlar. Bana evlenme teklifi ediyo mert. Murat el cirpip olley diyor... Kabul ediyorum sonra eteafiöizdakiler alkisliyor. Evlendik 1 yil ardindan. Evde ben murat mert birlikteyiz. Mutluyuz. Ben 2 yil sonra da hamile kaldim. Ama dusuk yaptim. Yillarca dogâmamis cocugum icin agladim Mert'in omzunda. 3 mayıs 2016da mert kollarimda öldü. Sevdigim adam öldügünde kollarimdaydi. Kalp krizi geçirdi. Hayat iste kimin ne kadar yasayacag belli degil. Allah cok sevdigi kulunu yanina erken alirmis :') kocam öldükten sonra hayatimi murata adadim. Murat simdi 16 yasinda. Bana anne diyor. Bu sarkiyi ne zaman dinlesem ölecek gibi hissediyorum. Bu da benim hikayem... Mert'im, sen sadece cennette degil, benim ve muratin kalbindesin...

#benimsiyahnotdefterim #kitapsözleri #selinvemert #selinmert

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intoxicated-chan · 1 year

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Hey so I was wondering if you could do an Valeria x f reader where the reader goes to infiltrate the cartel instead of soap and the reader gets like scared and starts tearing up a lil bit yk?

Anyways thanks if you do it 🫶

Learn and Convince Me

♡o。.✿ฺ Paring // Valeria Garza x F!141!Reader

♡o。.✿ฺ Summary // With the rest of the men being too military, you went instead but what you hoped would be a walk in a park became a fear for your life.

♡o。.✿ฺ (A/n) // Thanks for requesting! Sorry for the errors in the Spanish translations… Yes I did use google translate, please don’t look at me like that. I decided to make this a bit longer since I feel like there wasn’t enough Valeria in it. I hope this is all to your liking and hope you enjoy it!

♡o。.✿ฺ Word Count // 3k

♡o。.✿ฺ Content Warnings // Female reader, violence, murder, profanity, blood, guns, drugs, death, horrible flirting, pet names (cariño, crybaby?), incorrect medical stuff…

“I’ll do it.”

Why the hell did you do it? Like Ghost said, make your presence known and show that you mean no harm. Like it was so easy for him… You peer from the car, with no radio in your ear and no weapon, fear became known when the guard caught sight of you. They shouted, guns aimed. One marched over and dragged you forward and pushed you down to your knees.

“¡¿Quien diablos eres tú?!” (Who the hell are you?!) Feeling the barrel of his gun pushing into your head, and arms held high.

“I’m (Y/n) (L/n).” You spoke, not even attempting to look up from the ground, “I have information that El Sin Nombre would like to hear, I can tell him who attacked them.” One guard stepped aside, speaking into his comms.

“Stand up.” He ordered.

Even with your pace, the other grabbed your arms while the other threw a bag over your head and roughly pushed you forward. You were lucky not to fall on your feet, but you continued your way blindly into the mansion of one of El Sin Nombre’s members.

You could hear whispers of others in the mansion, some in Spanish and some in english. All eyes were on you as two guards held their grip on you, leading you to the elevator. You were too focused on memorizing the path that the two left you alone and another was waiting for you.

Suddenly the bag was pulled off your head and you were faced with a man, “You’re alive.” Alejandro spoke, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You let out a sigh of relief, “Alejandro, thank god it’s you.”

“Listen…” He comes in closer, “Give them good intel, American PMCs, the Shadow Company, Mexican Special Forces, everything.”

“Even you?”

The elevator doors open before he can speak, Alejandro steps to the side to which you are greeted with a new face, Diego, “¿Es esta ella?” (Is this her?) The man asks Alejandro who nods, “¿Cómo se llama ella?” (What is her name?)

“...(Y/n).” You answer.

Diego laughs at the tone of your voice, “¿Trajiste una perra tímida?” (You brought a shy bitch?) It was difficult to tell if he was angry or not. He grabs you by the collar of your shirt, “Listen here.” His breath reeks, he smells of gunpowder and men’s body spray, “You give me some good information or I’ll let my boys finally have some fun.” He laughs in your face, finally letting go of your shirt, “Get the fuck out of my elevator.”

Another man pushes you out of the elevator, seeing it close on Alejandro, “This is my house. That means you don’t meet the boss until I say so. You don’t speak unless spoken to. Y lo mas importante (And the most important thing) tell the who fucking truth.” Diego is brought to a halt when one of his men is sniffing cocaine, you don’t need to watch what’s gonna happen, all you need is the sound of Diego’s fist coming into contact with the man, and his shoe stomping on his face.

You open your eyes before Diego can see, “Las Almas is at war. You want to win? Don’t disobey.” The guard following you pushes you again, “That is how the organization survives, and that is why the boss is here tonight.” Diego brings you to a door.

“El Sin Nombre is here?”

“Heh, no... Sin Nombre’s personal sicaria is.” Diego opens the door as he and you enter the room. A woman and another guard with three soldiers tied to their chairs, one is struggling against the bag tied over his head, the other is alive and not harmed, but the third…

“Valeria, il y en a une de plus.” (Valeria, there’s one more.) Diego walks down the steps, leaving you standing there, “A gringa.” He stands next to Valeria who eyes you carefully.

“Come…” Valeria pushes the dead soldier off the chair, “Take a seat.” You’re slow to move down the steps, shaking, “We don’t bite, that’s unless you tell us something we don’t want to hear.” She warns, giving you a push of encouragement.

You sit in the chair, anxiety feeling your stomach as well as worry, was it the right choice to offer yourself up so quickly?

“¿Quién es?” (Who’s this?) Valeria asks Diego.

“Su nombre es (Y/n). Ella vino a nosotros.” (Her name is (Y/n). She came to us.)

Valeria walks behind Diego, “¿En serio? ¿Y la dejaste entrar?” (Really? And you let her in?)

“Ella dijo que tiene información-” (She said she has information-)

Valeria kicks Diego behind and brings him to his knees, then she takes her knife and holds it close to Diego’s face, “¡No la conocemos y ha visto caras!” (We don’t know her and she’s seen our faces!)

“Valeria, necesitamos la información. Ella podría ayudarnos.” (Valeria, we need the intel. She could help us.)

Valeria drags her knife across Diego’s face, “Ella debería o después de que la mate, estarás en la silla.” (She should, or after I kill her, you’ll be in the chair.)

Valeria releases Diego, who gets up and rubs his throat. Valeria unholsters her pistol and walks up to you. With a happy and kind smile spread across her face, she pats your leg when she comes in close.

“¡Niños y niñas! (Boys and girls!) This is simple. I ask questions. You answer truthfully. Do not lie to me.” knowing she meant Nunez, “Recently someone attacked us up in the mountains while we were protecting a friend... Who?” Now looking at Nunez.

Nunez shakes under her glare, “Era un caos... yo no-” (It was chaos… I didn’t-)He stammers before Valeria angrily cuts him off.

“¡En inglés!” (In english!) You could’ve swore you saw him jump the second he heard her shout.

“I-I think it was the Rivals Cartel.” Nunez finally comes up with his answer.

Valeria cocks her head to the side, then turns to you, “Your turn, cariño. Who attacked us?”

You feel your hands start to sweat, feeling your heart beat rapidly, “It… It wasn’t cartel.”

“Then who was it?” Valeria asks, coming in closer.

“...I-It was-” Suddenly you’re pistol whipped.

“¡¿Podrías responder más lenta?!” (Could you answer any slower?!) Valeria growls growing frustrated, “Who attacked us? Or do I need to beat the answer out of you?”

Your vision went hazy for a second before focusing. Your head sting, letting out a hiss which made Valeria more irritated.

She again pistol whips you, “Answer me!”

“Valeria!” Diego shouts, “We need her alive.”

You hear her scoff as a warm feeling falls down your face and onto your lap. You’re beginning to bleed, “I’ll ask one more time, who attacked us?”

“It was Mexican Special Forces.” You finally speak, giving her a satisfying answer. She backs off and you let out a soft groan.

“We found the bodies… Fuerzas Especiales.” She smirks. She now looks back at Nunez, “Now, how would an outsider know they were Mexican Special Forces and not you?”

“M-Maybe she was there!” Nunez said.

“Tú también estabas allí, imbécil. Tal vez ella también…” (You were there, asshole. Maybe she was too…) Diego offered Valeria another question.

“Were you there?” Valeria asks, her grip tightening around her pistol.

“I-I was.” You spoke before she could even lift her arm threateningly.

“Looks like you’re learning.” Valeria comments, “So then, there were outsiders helping the Mexican Special Forces… Who were they?” Asking another.

“W-We heard them yelling, some in English. They were with the-”

“Enough.” Valeria ordered, “Your turn.” Now looking at you, again her grip tightens on her pistol.

“Shadow Company, private military companies.” You tell her, feeling more of your blood.

Valeria takes a few steps back and confers with Diego, “Los vaqueros están trabajando con mercenarios…” (Los Vaqueros are working with Mercenaries…)

“Esas malditas serpientes.” (Those damn snakes.)

“¡¿Verás?! ¡Yo tenía razón!” (You see?! I was right!)

Valeria scoffs and comes back to her original place, “Can you even prove this ‘Shadow Company’ even exists?” She asks Nunez whose face shows fear.

“H-How can I prove this…?”

She turns to you, “What about you cariño? What proof do you have?” Again ready to whip you.

“My pocket. Left.” You feel her left hand pull the patch out of your pocket.

Valeria hums, observing the insignia, “How did you get this cariño? Come on.”

“Off one of the dead Shadow.” You lie.

“I’ve told you before that I do not like lying.” Valeria hands the insignia to Diego, she comes in closer than she was before, “I’ll give you one more chance, who?” You feel the cold serrated steel against your neck, slowly pressing into your skin, burning…

“I-It was given to me!”

Valeria sighs loudly, dramatically, “You were doing so good.” Shaking her head, pulling the knife back. But she doesn’t move, still too close, “Now, who leads this Shadow Company? Give me a name.”

“Phillip Graves.”

“And is he the one who gave you the proof?”

“...Yes.”

Valeria moves back, “See? That wasn’t that hard.”

“Fill Graves… Me gustan.” (Fill Graves. I like that.) Diego smirks.

“This man… Graves… What does he want?”

“He wants the Iranian you’re protecting, Hassan.”

“¿Cómo sabes eso?” (How do you know that?) Diego asks, getting in Valeria’s way and now the one in your face, “Answer me! How the fuck do you know?!”

You choked on your words, trying to come up with a reason that’ll not blow your cover. But you couldn’t find any, you shook under his glare, his voice scared the ever lasting shit out of you.

Diego is pushed back, “¡Bastardo! No te atrevas a interponerte en mi camino.” (Bastard! Don’t you dare get in my way.) Valeria warns him, she then looks at you, “But like he said, how do you know?” Valeria spoke in a more softer tone but you knew the venom behind it as she was filled with it.

“I-I… um…” You couldn’t say it, you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t risk blowing not only your cover but Alejandro who was still somewhere in the penthouse. Your eyes begin to water as you panic, “I…”

“What? You what?” Valeria asks, “Don’t you lie.” She warns.

You’re tearing up and now head hanging low, you say, “...I can’t.”

“You can’t or you won’t?” You don’t respond but you shake your head, refusing to answer. Valeria grabs your hair and pulls your head up, she sees you beginning to tear up, “Oh, now you’re gonna cry? Like a little crybaby.” She growls, she releases your hair, “Go on, cry!”

“¡No puedes confiar en ella, no puedes! ¡Te lo estoy diciendo!” (You can’t trust her, you can’t! I'm telling you!) Nunez shouts.

“¡No nos ha dicho nada!” (You haven’t told us anything!) Valeria retorts, looking at Diego.

“Te pagamos bien, y este llorón sabe más que tú.” (We pay you well, and this crybaby knows more than you.) Diego comes around as Valeria holsters her pistol.

“Es hora de matar a este inútil hijo de puta.” (It’s time to kill this worthless son of a bitch.)

“Con mucho gusto Valeria.” (With pleasure, Valeria.)

Nunez is next to beg and begin to cry, sobbing on his words, he shuts his eyes as he could hear the sound of Diego’s gun before the sound of the gun going off makes you jolt and turn away. Diego comes back to Valeria’s side who is just staring at you.

“Mira a este llorón.” (Look at this crybaby.) Valeria snickers with Diego, “But I do love the ones that cry.” She comes back again, taking your chin into her hand, titling your head to look at her, “I’ll let it slide… For now.”

Again, Valeria unsheathes her knife, and cuts on the zip tie off, “You’re bleeding all over the place, get this llorona fixed up, I’ll have your head if she dies.” Valeria walks out of the room.

“To be clear we are not done with you.” As you walk towards the open door, you take one final glimpse at Nunez’s body, “¡Vamos, llorona! (Come on, crybaby!) We don’t have all day.”

You follow back into the elevator with Diego and you see Valeria waiting, you’re pushed again inside. You feel cornered, maybe because you are cornered, feeling so small and helpless…

It wasn’t long before Diego’s inside, swiping his keycard on the sensor before pushing the three buttons on the elevator wall, “Los Vaqueros se están moviendo rápido.” (Los Vaqueros are moving fast.)

“When can I talk to him?” You ask, quickly regretting your choice of words.

“Valeria is going to speak with the boss, now. You will wait with the others.” Diego tells you.

“I have a feeling El Sin Nombre will be very interested in talking to you.” The elevator doors open to outside where another guard is there waiting, “Fix her up and keep a close eye on her, I have a feeling she’ll try something.” Valeria orders.

“Sí, señora.” (Yes, ma’am.) The guard has a tight grip on your arm, pushing you up against the glass, ready to pat you down.

Alejandro appears, “Lo tengo. Te necesitan afuera.” (I got it. They need you outside.)

“Bueno. Dale una máscara y obsérvala. Haz algo con el sangrado también.” (Okay. Give her a mask and watch her. Do something with the bleeding too.)

Alejandro begins to pat you down until the guard is no longer in view, “¿Qué mierda te hicieron? (What the fuck did they do to you?) He brings you into one of the bathrooms, sitting you down on the toilet.

“Valeria. Pistol. Head.”

“She pistol whipped you?”

“Two times.”

“Two times?”

“Or was it three?”

“Fuck.” Alejandro curses, “Ghost, we have a problem.”

“What is it?”

“(Y/n) my have a concussion, and it looks like a bad one.” Alejandro holds your arm to keep you upright.

“Bloody hell, they must have a good arm. Soap get in there.”

“What about (Y/n)?”

“I’ll leave (Y/n) here, you’ll be taking her place.” Soap appears suddenly, nearly scaring Alejandro.

“El Sin Nombre is on the third floor.”

“We’ll be back.” Alejandro hands you a pistol, “Let’s go Soap.” Handing the mask to Soap, “Comms are hooked in.”

“We’ll need a keycard.”

“Diego has it.” You tell them.

“Just don’t sleep.” Soap warns before following Alejandro out and turning off the lights. You hid from view and from the door, anyone could walk in and that’s what scared you the most. Your head felt heavy and your eyes were ready to shut, it was a struggle to stay awake in a quiet environment.

But you were jolted awake by shouting outside, “¡¿Dónde diablos está ella?!” (Where the hell is she?!) It wasn’t just any guard, Diego… He was marching through the halls of his penthouse looking for you.

“¡Se suponía que debías vigilarla!” (You were supposed to watch her!)

“¡Me dijeron que me necesitabas afuera y cuando regresé ya no estaba!” (They told me you need me outside and when I came back it was gone!) The guard tried explaining, obviously scared.

“¡¿Qué tan estúpido eres?!” (How stupid are you?!)

His voice became louder and louder, and stopped at the bathroom you were in, “¡Lo siento señor! Te prometo que la encontraré.” (I’m sorry sir! I promise I will find her.)

“Será mejor porque él te despellejará vivo.” (You better because he'll skin you alive.) The doors are slammed open, scanning through the room. Did you forget to say that you shoved yourself into the cabinet under the sink, a tiny movement would make a sound but your pistol was aimed right at the doors.

“Señor, Valeria lo está buscando.” (Sir, Valeria is looking for you.)

“Bueno.” (Alright.) He walks away with the guard.

The instant relief washed over and you quickly relaxed, but your eyes were too heavy to stop them from closing on you. All you heard was you dropping your pistol and a thud of your head lightly hitting the cabinet, falling asleep.

“How’s the damage?”

“She received a head injury which caused the bleeding and considering she was hit twice, there was no internal bleeding, only external. We have her hooked up to an IV and she may receive additional transfusions later. I recommend that she physically and mentally rest to recover.”

“For how long?”

“At least two days, limit activities that require thinking and mental concentration.”

“That means she’ll be put on bed rest?”

“Yes.”

How many hours passed since that conversation you overheard. You sneaked out of your room late at night and headed towards one of the buildings, where you found a shipment container. Slowly you opened the door and found Valeria leaned up against the wall.

“I see you’re still walking.”

“And you’re still talking.”

“When I say I’m surprised, I am. I didn’t think you had the nerve to sneak into the penthouse and lie to me. It explains everything.” Valeria now stands.

“Then you understand how I was able to get the insignia for the Shadow Company. I offered myself to get in and Graves gave me the proof I needed.”

“Come on, cariño. Talking to me like I’m a criminal.”

You scoff, “Because you are a criminal, hoarding a terrorist while a narco. You think it’s good for business and I say you are just digging your own grave.”

“You dug yours the second you stepped foot on my grounds.” Valeria gets in your face, “This isn’t what’s good for you cariño. I know it, Alejandro knows it, hell I think that gringo knows it too.”

“I can’t wait to watch you burn.”

“You’ll be burning with me, cariño.” Valeria laughs, “We’ll burn the world together, I can be very convincing.”

“...Then convince me, I don’t have all night.”

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Can you do Stockholm syndrome with alex please? (any Alex era) 🙈

xvi. velvet crowbar

alex turner x reader

requested by anonymous

word count: 10k

summary: Would you rather be missed or missing? On a dark night, you walked lonely and cold, contemplating your life, and you thought it was like a flower slowly rotting dry, and dead, no one could stop it, until (2014) Alex saves you in the most unusual way you fall in love with a dying man.

warnings: ch*king, sp*tting, age gap, vi*lence, degrad*tion, bru*ses, bl*od, m*rder, kn*fe play, g*ns, dr*gs, ga*ging, mentions of sub*stance abuse and su*cide.

song recommendation: velvet crowbar by lizzy grant

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Silent, and still was the night, a lonely and dark walk to get to your house awaited you, you didn't mind the silence, it's been a while since you heard that in this city, muffled were the sounds of the cars that drove down the high way, you wrapped your arms together, hoping that any drunk man would drive down the sidewalk and act as if they own you but it wouldn't be the first time some prick chased you down, inviting you in, you prayed nothing like that happened, you thought it was way worse than your father finding out you sneaked out, or the other times you did.

You spotted a dark and relucent limousine parked on the same sketchy alley you had to walk thru to get to your house sooner, you thought it was an odd place to be, maybe someone abandoned it there, or it simply belonged to the chauffeur, either way, you speeded your way down the alley, then out of nowhere you felt a wave of shivers enveloping your whole body when you heard a loud tut, you turned around a strange magnetism to the car took over you, it was silent before you could take another step, then you heard muffled shouting, it horrified you, your mind told you to walk but you stayed put, scared to death and frozen.

You heard a man shouting again, more reluctant this time, you heard his whipping, and the gasping for air, you felt his anger, and how furious he felt, you ran back to the car, and knocked on the window, but he was silent, and the man murmured something you didn't understand.

The windows of the car slowly unraveled the man, his forehead bleeding each time he screamed, his eyes blood red shoot, his cheeks burned, drenched in sweat and blood all over his suit, he was frightened for himself, for his life, his eyes turned side to side, he kept yelling, you didn't know what to do, you knew you had to help him, suddenly he quiets down when he saw someone walking from the shadows, quickly you tried to unlock the door, and he dropped to the floor, you dragged him across the floor, he yelled in pain, you saw he had a knife stuck on his leg pouring more blood on the street, the shadow man ran your way while the other man kept yelling "run! run!" to you, finally the shadows caught up to you as you ran away as far as possible, he wrapped his arms around you, covering your mouth, he backed you up against the wall.

"If you scream, I swear that I will stick this down your throat..." A knife pressed against your neck, "Understood?" His eyes, they were on fire.

"I do..." You managed to say, he dropped you back to the ground putting the knife inside his pocket and taking out a gun from the inside of his coat, his arm wrapped around your shoulders while he points it against your waist

"If you try to run, scream... you understand what's gunna happen to you, right darlin'?" You nodded, "Good, good..." He whispered, "Now move your pretty legs" He dragged you back to the alley, the man laying on the floor unconscious, you prayed over and over it didn't turn out to be you, the door swung open, and he pushed your body inside the car and shut the door, you took a last glance at those vibrant green eyes of the man, they cried for mercy.

He gave out his final yells, he was like an animal, and the shadows were the hunters, you heard the last bang of his gun, silence. The shadows dragged his body to the trunk, and he shut it harshly, he went to the driver's seat and made a call, "It's done... this is the last warnin' I'm taking it all," He said, he glanced at you thru the rare view, you shut your eyes tightly, not being able to face the reality that you might not get out, that you might not escape he could kill you, you felt tears running down your cheeks and your nose swelling up, you were panting, needy for air, your heart was racing for the commotion, your eyes began to close, your body giving out on the blood-stained leather seats.

Your eyes slowly opened up, the lights were so shiny you couldn't see properly where you were, you began to feel unsteady looking for a way to escape, you were in somebody's bedroom thankfully you still had the same clothes as yesterday but there was blood splashed all over your jeans and your top, you jumped out of the bed, quietly looking for a widow or door to scape, you glanced to your right, they had a balcony in the room, you shut the door and locked it, putting a small shelf to be safer, and you opened the balcony, putting your legs over the railing.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," You froze, and you glanced at him, it was the same man from yesterday, you vividly remembered his thick British accent, "You obviously don't remember what I told you yesterday, right darlin'?" You jumped back inside, shutting the balcony door, hiding inside the closet, he unlocked your door and kept pushing until he managed to open the door, you saw everything thru the crack of the closet's doors, "We're gonna play hide and seek, aren't we?" He announced, "I'll count to three, and if by then you're not out, well... I'll guess you'll find out yourself," You were horrified by this man, how could he kill you, you didn't do anything.

"1..." He said, you felt him walk closer to the closet, he knew exactly where you were, "2..." you shut your eyes tightly, but he swung open the doors, "Please come out of there," He asked not so politely, you did what he said, "Lay down on the bed" You didn't move but he walked towards you, his eyes staring right back at yours, they were angry, demanding, but hurt in some way, you didn't realize when the back of your knees touched the bed, "That wasn't so hard" He pulled a chair, and grabbed a bowl with water, and a fresh cloth, there was another one, stained with blood, "That's not yours," He cleared out, "You passed out on the seats," He dipped the edge of the cloth inside the water, he cleaned your face, starting with your cheeks, you finally saw his whole face, his big nose, chapped thin lips and his almond brown eyes, his milk chocolate hair fixed up in a messy 50's quiff, the dark circles, his cheekbones, and stubbed beard, his jawline, sharp as a knife, but not as sharp as that look he had, you felt little, you couldn't look at them, after everything, you wondered why wasn't he hiding his face.

"Where are we?" You asked him in the quietest way.

"Somewhere really safe, outside the city, it's like my vacation house," You shifted on the bed, this time it was serious, you were very far from home, and you didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing to be away and with a stranger that could kill you if he pleases to do so, "I'm not gonna kill you... if you collaborate" He said your full name, "I know who you are... but mostly I know everything that you did, shoplifting, skipping class, sneaking out, even the drugs you have bought, the vodka bottles you've stolen along with cigarettes, and other things, very cute girlie things to do, regardless of that you're a decent student, I'm not surprised any colleges want to accept you, but you faked your birth certificate, didn't you? and your name, everything... you're smart," He said with a smudge smirk on his face, "One sister, a small family circle but I'm sure they don't care enough about you, your sister, Ivy league thanks to a scholarship, of course, your father wouldn't be able to pay that, and here it says you turned 19 the other day, happy birthday" He chuckled.

"Why didn't you kill me?" You said, but he was silent.

"I need you for something," He said, "Then I will let you go" He sounded legitimate when he said that.

"Why won't you think I won't go to the police?" He leaned in closer.

"Because if you don't, and you won't, I'll clean your records, I'll put you inside the best college you could ever be in, and I'll get you and your sister out of that shit hole that you're in, I'll give you a better life, and a fresh beginning" Your sister took care of you like no one else, this was your chance to get you and your sister out, to get her a better place to live and to work, the stakes were high but you had nothing else to lose.

"What do I need to do?" You said he composed himself, throwing the towel to his shoulder.

"That man you saw yesterday, he did something really fucked up to me, but the people he worked for, that's the real target, tomorrow there's gonna be a party at one of their underground clubs, you and I are going there, put a show for them, and I'll take what I need, easy as that" He scrubbed the blood out of your neck, "I would've hired someone else to go as my accompaniment but then you appeared so... if you want to leave, then you'll do as I say..." He grabbed a hold of your neck, "Got it?" You said yes with your head, "I'll get you something nice, doll you up, and we'll go"

You began to think the worse out of this situation, what if another man try to approach you, and take advantage, what if you even had to kill someone, "I... won't have to-"

"The only one who's gonna get their hands dirty is that man, not you or me... just that man" He assured you, he picked up his things and headed out.

"Where are you going?" You asked, he glanced at you and closed the door, you were confused, scared, and worried about your sister, what if someone tried to do something to her or even hurt her? you began to feel guilty about all of the things you've done, you felt like everyone you've ever loved could be in danger, and if anything happened to them... it would be your fault, maybe you were exaggerating but there still was a small possibility, did anyone even cared to look for you in the first place?

"I got you clothes" He referred to you by your name, "There's a bathroom right down the hall," You waited for him to leave, and you followed his orders, if you wanted to get out, that's the only option you had, you grabbed your clothes, and headed to the bathroom, you heard him in the other room talking.

"No, that scumbag is dirty!... shut the fuck up and listen to me! He will pay for the shit he has done to me, Matt, and my mother" You heard his voice crack, when he said the name of his mother, "Listen I got this under control Miles, the only thing you have to do is nothing! He won't get away with this... and he will suffer just like he did to me, but this will be worse... at least for him, this will be different, way different than the last times, of course, it isn't my way but at least this is better," He chuckled.

"Listen, Alex-" He hung up, Alex was his name, and he shut the door closed when he saw you staring back, you ran to the bathroom.

You locked the door and stepped inside the shower, little blood running down your body, as you washed your body with soap, you sigh, too tired, with bruised arms, tired neck, and legs, you sat on the shower letting the water wash your body, like rain dots, and you cried like a baby, runny mascara tears on your cheeks, you heard a crack at the door, and squeaked close again. You put your clothes on, they had a very strong scent to them, he gave you his navy blue sweater that fell off your shoulder and a pair of sweatpants that dropped your hips, you felt warm, almost like a big hug.

Two knocks at your door made you tremble once inside your room, "It's me" He said, you backed up against a corner, "I got you some books and food?" He put the food on the vanity along with your books.

"I- mean, yeah I will... after you leave"

He sighed your name, "Look, darlin'... " He sat down on the floor, grabbing your wrist and sitting next to him, "I won't do anything to you if you don't want to eat, I understand, I'm not a fucking psychopath, I'm sure you heard me name, right?"

"Alex, yeah?" You asked and he nodded with his head.

"The job begins tomorrow, so you'll be out sooner than you think" He lightly smiled at you.

"What makes you think I'm the right person to help you?" He could've asked another girl, with more experience, way more professional than you just like he said, so why were you still there?

"'Cause none of those arseholes knows you or has seen your face, plus you weren't that bad at shoplifting, this is sort of like that" He took out his phone, "And you looked cute doing it" He showed you the video when the cameras caught you putting a top inside your purse, "And look at those" He swiped to the next pictures.

You gasped exhaling a laugh when you saw your mug shots from that day, "Gosh, where did you get these?!" You couldn't stop laughing, you wore a wig, your makeup was all trashed, and your shirt broke, good times.

"No one will guess you were the one who was helping me, your face irradiates innocence, and you're too pure to be considered a threat," The moment you looked back at him, your eyes looked down to the floor, he admitted you were cute and pure, you felt something strange when you felt his shoulder against yours.

"Do you think I can have a gun?" He chuckled loudly.

"Clearly the answer is no" You looked down at the floor.

"But what if I need it? To protect myself, just in case anything goes wrong, you know?"

He put his hand on your knee, turning your face to look at his eyes, "I assure you everything will be ok, I'm gonna be with you all the time, alright?" His voice was so tender, it was hypnotizing, you found yourself staring at him for more than you should, and nodded, "Your sister asked where you were, and someone called Lily, I told your sister you were fine, you were staying at a friend's house, and I told Lily you were at home feeling sick" At least they did care about you.

"Thanks," You said to him, "And... did my sister tell you anything about my dad? Has he asked for me?" He slowly moved his head from side to side saying no, you felt as though you shouldn't have asked, but you thought there was a small chance he could've asked for you, but as always, what else could you expect?

"Don't feel stupid for askin'" He tells you, "I would've asked as well, I know my mum would've been worried and probably going all over the city, looking for me" He smiled but it was crooked.

"Yeah, my mom would've too," You said.

"I'm sorry," He said, "I shouldn't have said anything about-"

"It's ok, don't worry," You assured him.

"My mum," He said, "She's in a ward, one night, I woke up at my house alone, I was just a kid even though I wasn't tall enough I was smart enough to make meself breakfast, I spend three days alone until me dad came back, he said my mum had gotten sick and that she would be hospitalized, but she wasn't her, they said she was having a broad of psychosis and she was admitted to the ward," You listen to every word he said, "I knew she was fine, she was still herself but people simply wouldn't believe her, me dad did something to her, he tried to make me become him, shaped me into his own mold but I never listened, that's why I ran away at 17"

"Your dad is-"

"He's a very powerful man here since he moved to the States, he has lied, stolen, cheated, and hustled every last person that has helped with his business, the empire hotel, that franchise is his, they don't know what goes down in his secret clubs,"

"But I didn't know they had a-"

"Exactly," He said, "Clandestine, no one knows, only his star investors know about the girls, drugs, lies, money, I'm not a saint but that money doesn't belong to him, so I'm gonna take everything that once he loved, just like he did to me, this is more than just me, it's my mum... I recently found my mum's ward in Belgium, which took me more than it should, everything about her had changed, but her eyes told me what I already knew, she confirmed that he was the one who put her there, but she didn't say anything, me dad paid everyone there to keep eyes on her and keep her medicated... she can't speak or sometimes even walk" He was in it too deep.

"What's in for you?"

"I'm gonna take his business, his money, his life, and expose him" All of what he had confessed to you, you could feel his pain, his anger, his sadness, and no one that looked out for him or even cared, you still didn't know what happened to the guy he mentioned when he was on the phone, but you bet he was one of his father's victims.

"That's fucked up, I'm sorry to hear that," You tried to comfort him, caressing his shoulder.

"Everybody has a sad story," He turned his face to you, "Yours?"

You wrapped your arms around your legs, "My mom too, had complications after giving birth to me but the biggest was the depression, she never got better, one day my dad found her on the patio, passed out, she overdosed, but my dad said it was me and my sister's fault, my sister's because she had to take care of her, watch that she took the right doses every day, and me because, if they didn't have me then she would've never died," He covered his mouth with his fingers, "I think we both have a lot going on, right?" You wiped your nose.

"The only thing that made me wake up each morning was the hope that maybe one day I'd finally be free, we can help each other out, I can get you out" He assured you, cupping your cheeks, "I will get you out"

You held back your tears but your eyes betrayed you, "Why would you do that? I'm a horrible person, I lie, I cheat, I steal, why-"

"Your whole life, you were blamed for something you never did, you were painted like that, shaped like that, but you never had fit into that mold just like me, I know why you do the things you do, don't think you're not worthy of my help or anybody's help, I know you want to get out, so I'll help you"

Your vision was blurry, "It's too much" You crossed your arms and legs together, as you cried in silence, he opened your hand, caressing your knuckles, he was careful and delicate, he knew you were cracking, so fragile, "Take me to bed" He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, slowly wrapping your body, holding you in his big arms, "Can you... stay with me?"

"I thought you didn't want me to stay" You hold on to him like a puppy.

"Please, stay?" You asked him once more, he laid you down on the bed while he sat on the edge of the bed, his hand on your knee, "Hold me... can you hold me?" You whispered, it was clear enough for him to listen, he reached you with his arm, laying down in bed next to you, holding you while you let your tears stain the soft pillows, his unusual warmth made you feel safe, and protected, but could you trust that?

The next morning, you woke up and felt no one, he had vanished, you scanned around your room for him, and you stepped outside, you felt scared to go out but you did anyway, you wanted to know why he had left, you wanted to see him, you heard three voices downstairs, you peeked thru the stairs.

"Karina, you got that article ready when I tell you, right love?" You hear the woman giggle.

"Of course, you can count on it" You saw him hug her and lightly peck her cheek.

"Miles, you've got all the evidence ready for court?" He grabbed a yellow envelope, and suddenly he spotted you listening, you quietly ran back to your room, "Excuse me for a moment" He said, chasing you to your room, he swung open the door and shut it, he pulled you up by the arm, and held you in place by the neck, while his other hand gathered your hair up, "Don't ever do that again, you stay in this room, and you won't go out unless I tell you so, got it?" You saw his eyes turn darker, covered in anger, his jaw clenched, and his lips in a straight line, you must've felt terrified of him, he could've easily choked you to death but something was holding him back.

"I-" He was chocking you too hard, you couldn't breathe, "I- You're hurting me, please" He loosened his grip, and dropped his hand from your hair, "I understand," You said, "I won't do it again" He left your room without saying another word to you slamming the door shut, your body dropped to the sheets, you cuddled up to a ball, you felt guilty, just as if you brought this onto yourself, you deserved that, you shouldn't have peeked, it wasn't your place, the less you knew the better, you wouldn't get involved, right? There were so many questions, you truly didn't want to know the answer to, like why does your heart stop whenever you looked at him, or when he entered your room? Why did you like it when he was angry and got violent? The strangling, the loud and animalistic exhales, the sharpness of his jaw, and the violence in his eyes, why do you feel tingles? why do you feel something about him?

You heard the nob of your door twist open, he stayed in the frame for a moment, he thought you were sleeping, he liked the way his navy blue sweater looked on you, it made your brown hair look darker, and he loved it, he liked it fitted you almost like a dress, all cuddled up into a tiny ball, with his hand on his hip he walked in, laid your dress for the night on the bed, he noticed the purple bruises on your neck, the redness of your lips, and your eyes a little puffy, suddenly his mind send him over to the feeling that broke his heart the most, feeling as though he had hurt you not only physically but emotionally as well, he was cold, he could be such an asshole, but when he saw you lying on your side, with your hands between your thighs, he could've crumbled completely if you cried.

Your eyes opened, and you felt he was looking at you and for whatever reason you stared at him back for a moment, something about his eyes, behind all of his coldness he finally had let you see right thru him, and the feeling of nakedness had taken over the two, there was nothing like the beauty of the exposure of that man's heart who had beautiful intentions easily misunderstood.

Not saying another word to you he left the most beautiful midi créme white dress laid on the bed for you, made out of silk with the silhouette of a corset with a slit on the leg and black velvet heels, he gave you a pair of black thigh-high black socks. You tried it on and you looked at yourself in the mirror, it had been a while since you felt this taken care of, he had picked out that dress only for you, thinking of you, it felt like he was spoiling you a little bit with this Dolce dress and heels.

He opened the door and smiled when he saw the dress on you, "I bought you some makeup too," He gave you a bag of Channel, and Dior makeup, a small black YSL purse, and perfumes for you to pick, "You've got two hours to get ready"

"You bought all of this for me?" You asked him, trying to hold your smile back.

He stared at you as he took out his golden cross chain from his neck, "Turn around" He laid it on top of your collarbone, "They don't need to know who you are, but they do need to see that somebody else owns you" He ran his hands thru your hair, he took out a small box from the pocket of his jeans, "That's for you too... wear it on your ring finger, and before I leave, don't cover up the bruises" He seemed serious about that part, he shut the door and left you all alone once more when you opened up the box there was a beautiful ring inside, with a stamp and a symbol even though you couldn't point out what exactly that was but nevertheless you wore it where he told you to, you smiled when you saw it on your hand.

"What's wrong with you?" You whispered to yourself in the mirror, why were you letting yourself think more than you should? After tonight you would be long gone, and he... he would forget about you, you shouldn't cling to the smallest details, you had to face the truth, maybe no one else has ever spoiled you this way, thought about you so meticulously, but Alex would let you go, and you will be obligated to forget any of this happened.

Since you had two hours, you decided to take your time with your hair, decided to do a quick blowout with a drier and a brush, the dress reminded you a lot of Claudia Schiffer, and her shoot with Joseph Gordon for the GQ magazine, so you went for a very feminine and elegant eye look, you wished you could stay with everything he had gifted you, or maybe he would, you finished just by the time he knocked on your door, watching you spray Poison Girl on your neck.

"I'm done," You said to him, "Do I look ok?"

He memorized every last bit of you, you were the type of girl he had daydreamed about, the type of girl that lives in his memory but is gone when he's present, he felt his heart tore, even if it was the smallest cut, it hurt, "You're beautiful" He said, "Come with me" You held his hand and finally went down the stairs for the first time, his house was huge, filled with art deco, sculptures, light, and the smell of cigarettes and black coffee, he had a piano by the living room with 4 guitars, the biggest book collection you had ever seen with comfy couches, and a batman poster, he had another living area with a TV, but you didn't have enough time to see everything, you turned to watch the moonlight reflect on his pool, the stars glimmering in the water.

You turned to look at him, he looked so handsome with his all-black suit and silver belt, and perfectly gelled slick back hair, "It's time," He said to you, you held his hand once more and went inside the limo, the same one as last time, you began to feel the same giddy feeling as the time before, repulsion and nausea, "Listen, what you're gonna do once inside, you're gonna go with the girls they'll be partying everywhere, and you're gonna sneak behind the bar, there's a small office with a big window facing the pool, you're gonna put this drive in the computer, and you'll go back to me, pretend that you had too much to drink, and we'll be out, I'll distract everyone there, this is very important and everything must be executed perfectly, there's no excuse, it's not too hard for you, right babe?" You said no with your head, and he immediately picked up on what was wrong with you, he put his arm around you, "Everything's gonna be ok, have this" He gave you a burner phone "I trust that you won't call anyone because you know better than that, I put my number there, in case anything goes wrong, call me, and I'll be there" You nodded, when you looked at him in the eyes, suddenly you had forgotten everything was wrong, you knew if you held on to his words tightly everything would be ok.

He went out of the car and opened the door for you, he grabbed your hand and headed thru the back door of the hotel, The Empire Hotel, his dad's hotel, you felt chills, you could keep it cool but for how long?

Behind the red couching doors there was a whole other part of the hotel, the bar was full of girls dancing around in just some loose underwear, and a few of them had no bras on, you felt strange wearing a dress while the rest seemed to be way more comfortable with just some panties and a bra, you glanced at Alex but his look was straight, aiming towards a table full of men smoking cigars and drinking Martinis, "I see you already began without me, Mark!" All of the men stood up with open arms to greet Alex and you, some of them were in their 30s or 40s, and some looked old enough to be your grandfather, all of the hugging you, their arms around your lower back and their hands holding your hips, they kissed the crook of your lip.

"I see what you got here Turner! Fresh meat" Alex held you close to him his hand on your hip, gripping it hard and possessively, "Not so fresh anymore, right fellas?" All of the men laughed at the bruises on your neck, "What's your name, cherry pie?"

"Where's David?" Alex interrupted, it was part of his plan to confront him, tell him exactly what was he going to do, but the creepy old man began an eye contest with you, his smudge and filthy smirk, and eyes made you feel disgusting, his breath stunk of liquor and cigars, he was relatively handsome, white hair, tall and fit but you had someone better. Alex squished your hand tightly, and you his fingers.

"He couldn't make it, something came up for him" He quickly answered Alex, he came back to you, "Join the other girls to play, let the grown-ups talk for a bit, yeah?" He referred to Alex, as he cupped your cheek and played with your nose, "You're something else, aren't you?" You were quiet, "Liz!" A blonde-haired girl came up to the table, she had the most tender and friendly smile, and you immediately felt better around her presence, "Hey ya baby girl, gimme a kiss" She leaned in forward to give him a small peck on the lips, "Settle her in, I bet you have something nice for her to wear" He smacked her ass, and she giggled.

"Sure daddy, come with me" She held your hand and Alex followed you behind, he grabbed your hand pulling you away from her, and leaned forward to give you a kiss lightly caressing your neck with his thumb, he caught you off guard but you immediately returned the kiss, something inside had switched the moment his lips pressed against yours, he took the advantage to slip his tongue inside your mouth, your heart was giddy just like when you were younger and had your first kiss, that excitement turned your cheeks warm and pink, you gulped when he parted his mouth from yours. He proved to all of the men there that he owns you.

"I'll distract them, meet me here once it's done, got it?" You nodded your head, "Kiss me again" Without asking twice you leaned forward cupping his cheeks and kissing him with the same passion he kissed you, his hands dropped from your hips to your ass, and he hummed with pleasure, and you gasped, a moan slipping from your mouth to his, you couldn't hold it back but the way he bit your bottom lip before touring the kiss apart told you that he liked it, "Don't take long, I'll wait for you here,"

"Get them a room!" The man joked, you went back to Liz, she hid her laugh once she was away from the table.

"God! That was something else" She joked, "I didn't know Mr. Turner had another girl, I thought he was dating Karina, she told me it was nothing though but I don't know they seemed close, then she met Miles and they're inseparable so I guess she was right, what's your name by the way?"

"Oh, I'm Carmen" You lied, though giving her a genuine smile, she walked you to a well-hidden elevator, pressed the buttons, and rested her back on the walls.

"Tell me all about you and Alex! To be honest I want to dump Mark, he's a total jerk to me, he doesn't even get his thing up by himself I need to spend like 30 minutes stroking his dick to get it a little bit hard, I'm dating another guy in the table though, and let me tell you that guy... he's a beast and I love it, but don't say anything Mark doesn't know" She giggled, and the door opened, you were inside Liz's penthouse there were a few girls having drinks and snorting coke from a golden platter, Liz pulled you to the bedroom some girls looking at themselves in the mirror, whilst others tried on a few clothes, "This is my closet" She had a whole entire room for her clothes, "This is the only benefit of being with Mark, the only bad thing is his unfuckable dick" You laughed and hugged her.

"I won't say anything I promise," You glanced at your phone, you were losing time with Liz, and even if you wanted to spend more time with her, you had to finish what Alex told you to do, "Do you have anything black?"

"You're gonna be inside the pool or out?"

"Out, I spend a lot of time trying to get this hair ready so..." She nodded her head and took out a black Agent Provocateur see-thru set with cute black bows and embroider flowers, it came with a matching pair of black stockings, "Woah! This is-"

"Put it on!" She helped you out of your dress and gave you a quick touch-up before you looked at yourself in the mirror, "Gorgeous, it looks better on you than me!"

"I'm sure this looks amazing on you" She looked at herself in the mirror, she had a pastel-colored lingerie set, and she gave herself a smack on the butt.

"You're right, it does but you can keep it... oh! And I know what goes just perfect with it" You smiled at her when she covered you up with a big and fluffy fur coat, she was so kind to you, it's been a while since you last had a friend like Liz, outgoing and charismatic, but not cocky and self-centered, she was legitimately a nice girl, "Gimme a quick sniff," She said to the girl, she put her pinky up and she inhaled the white powder, "You want some?" She asked you, you were tempted but you didn't let it affect you, you had bigger things to do, and you needed to do them sober.

"Just a cigarette," You said, Liz gave you one from the box she had inside the socks, and you giggled going back to the elevator, she kept talking about her new relationship, and how good it was while you tried to find a way to sneak inside the door, she held your hand and walked you back to the table with Mark and Alex, you smiled at them all and looked at the malicious faces.

"What do you think, Daddy?" Said Liz to Mark and he spun you around checking you out with no shame not caring about Alex being right in front of him, Alex wanted to rip his hand off but he stepped back, he looked at you from top to bottom, he had no words, that set had him on the verge of throwing everything out of that table and fucking you so hard against it, his eyes were glued to your legs and your thighs, your heart-shaped butt, he bet it fitted in his hands just perfectly, "You did an amazing job honey, that why you're my angel, sit with us for a little" Liz sat on Mark's lap, and Alex grabbed your hips and sat you on his thigh, legs opened, the rough fabric of his jeans lightly grazed a spot that made you feel tingles, you wondered if he did that intentionally, his legs were spread in a very manly and dominant way, you sat closer to his crotch, feeling something hard, and bulging, you tried to hide your smile.

"Here you go, gentlemen!" One of the men said when he came back to the table with another plater of coke, the lines were already done for each of them to snort, Alex grabbed a dollar and sprinkled the coke on your inner thigh, snorting off from you, his face so close to yours, you sighed feeling electricity all over your body.

"Here's to the girls!" Mark said, all of them raised their glasses, while Liz poured you something in a cup, you didn't know what it was, "To the girls!" They all said, you emptied the cup in your mouth, feeling the booze burn your throat, your cheeks held in the liquid, they all laughed at your face but you swallowed anyway.

"She swallowed it!" One of them said, "She's a good one, right Alex?" Alex nodded his head, and pulled you in, putting his hand on your inner thigh and gripping it tight.

"Yes, she's a very good girl," He said to you, and only for you to listen, "Go now," He told you.

"Let's dance I love this song!" You grabbed Liz's hand and went dancing, you left Liz with the other girls promising that you had to go to the bathroom first, and you made your way to the bar, you acted drunk and said to the barman, "Hi," You slurred, "Can I have um... like I want something very strong, you know?" You laughed, and he nodded his head, the moment he turned to make your drink you used that to get inside the office, luckily it was unlocked, you closed the door and immediately found the computer, it obviously had a password, you used your phone to text Alex for help, he quickly wrote it down for you, and you took out the drive from your bra, you were surprised how unprotected his computer was but he was old though, something about this being so easy made you feel off, the download took a bit though, you felt anxious you wanted to get out as fast as possible now, you sneaked out and peeked to the barman, he was distracted and you quickly blended in with everybody else, you put the drive inside your sock and went back to Alex, acting drunk.

"Al- Daddy," You said to him sitting in his lap, "I missed you," You said with a cheeky smile, his eyes got big, as you leaned in to give him sloppy and wet kisses on his neck, "I have it, it's in my stockings" You whispered to him, putting your arms around the back of his head, pecking his lips, his hands ran down your thighs feeling how soft and smooth your legs were until he reached the hem of your stockings, you could hear his hallow and heavy breathing, but you acted like it was nothing, going back to kissing him, slowly, feeling a sweet melody covering your ears, he let's go of the environment around him, of all the pressure, and now he was hurrying to kiss you back, his arm around your tummy to hold your hand, while the other kept your head in place, you felt him smiling thru the kiss, he didn't hide it, he liked feeling your soft lips and the the sweetness of your mouth on his, you forgot about everything that happened prior to the kiss, this was your way of letting him know that despite everything, you liked him, and you forgive him, this was your way of saying goodbye to him.

What you didn't ask yourself is if he was ready to say goodbye to you.

"I think it's time to go, right angel?" He said to you, he shook hands goodbye to all of them and picked you up from the ground, putting your bag on his shoulder, you giggled along with him, hugging him tightly until you got back to the limo, he sat you down, and you cuddled close to him, "Let's get you back home, ok? I have your real phone here" He took it out from the pocket of his jeans, "We made a good team, my love" You looked at him, and you held him tight, he cupped your cheek looking at you with love and tenderness setting aside everything he had done to you, you knew he did it to keep you safe, and now, you realize it, and all he wanted was to kiss you, his eyes they yearned for your lips, and his mouth from one last taste, you were the one who leaned in forward and gave him a small lingering kiss on his lips, he closed his eyes and he enjoyed the feeling of leaving this world and focus on you completely, he kept kissing you deeper his kisses turning to much rougher and needy ones, you hummed feeling the taste of whiskey and tobacco, he pulled you to sit in his lap, he couldn't resist you in that black set, he just wanted to be all over you, he could see everything just perfectly, his hand gripping and smacking your ass, you moaned on his mouth, and with his tongue he rammed the tip of it on your bottom lip, "You're killing me" He gasped when you sat on his pulsing bulge, "You want this?" You grabbed his gun from his pocket.

You grabbed his hands, and aimed them at your chest, "I don't know what it is that I'm feeling, but I would die if my heart ever stopped beating like this, I don't know what you make me feel but it feels right, I much prefer to die then to spend my life without you," He understands you, he sees you for what you truly are, "I prefer you holding me hostage for the rest of my life," You instinctively closed your eyes when he kissed you, it was full of emotion, emotions that no one else could comprehend like you and Alex, he knew no one else would understand him just like you did, even if he was cold, cruel and violent, you stuck with him thru the fire, his love was full of rage but you would let it burn you and turn you to ashes if it meant you would be loved by him, you would let it consume you. He puts his hands around your throat leaving you breathless.

"You know there's no going back," He sounds serious, "It's been a lonely way for me, but it's better like that, I wouldn't want anything or anyone to hurt you, I've lost so many things... this is the life I created for myself"

"I know you're lonely... I can fix that," You said to him, your fingertips against his cheek, "I want to be with you"

"Why would you want to be with me, I'm a total stranger to you, you don't know me, I'be hurt you before "

"I do know you, and I trust you just like you trust me... this stranger took care of me, trusted me to do something that was very important for him, and when he kissed me I knew I didn't want him to stop, you're in my veins, you're everywhere and you fuck everything up, but I much rather be fucked up by you" He smiled, "Fuck me up, and hurt me, I'll still choose to be with you" He hungrily kissed you, his hand running down to your thigh and gripping it hard, pulling your hair, with the right not losing the grip on your neck, he watched how your hips roll back, agonizing and moaning.

"You're mine, say you're mine" He ordered.

"I'm yours," You whispered, his hands turned your head to the side, holding your neck, chocking you until you were out of breath, his tongue was eager to be inside your mouth, and your mouth was waiting for it to taste you, his kisses began to grow hotter, his breathing heavier as you kept grinding your hips against his, his hand slammed your ass and your breathing hitched, "Take me home with you" You whispered to his mouth, "Please, I wanna go home to you, I wanna be yours," His fingers sneaked inside your panties, sliding up and down so easily.

"Figuring out what gets you so wet is harder than you think... but I wanna know what soaks you? Is it me... huh?" He said to you, he had you in a complete chokehold, you were crying as his fingers weren't too far from touching your sweet spot, "I knew you were something special since I hit you, and it felt like a kiss" He pressed his mouth against yours, his fingers reach higher and lightly touch your spot making you tremble, "I wonder what else can make you feel like this..." He pulled out a blade out of his pocket, "Look at that pretty neck, do you remember how I had my knife against it?" You heard the blade snap open, the sharp pointy knife against your belly, "I would kill for you," He kept kissing you until suddenly the car stopped, he looked out of the window and realized he was right in the place he wanted. He picked you up from the car, carrying you to his home, and up to his room, it was so cozy and big, the mattress so warm, he crawled on top of you, you quickly tore his shirt out of his body, the buttons flying across the room, he was desperate to get your clothes off your body, his sharp blade ran down your arms until he cut open your bra, you gasped when he threw it away exposing your chest, "This too..." The sharp edge ran up your inner thigh, "It's just in the way" He presses it flat on your hip and cuts it off your body, spreading your legs wide open, putting the knife on his vanity, "Fuck, just look at that," His mouth was drooling inside for a taste, his knife going down your belly, "Just looking at you so wet for me, so wet for it... I saw how eager you were at the party, you were quite needy and willing to do just about anything for it, you like taking orders" He squished your cheeks together, "Tell me babe, what do you want from me?" You smiled even if it was hard to.

"You know exactly what I want daddy, I want you to fuck me like a real man," You purred but he could sense how nervous you were, even the smallest trace of it, "Use me... use me any way you want to"

"Would you be able to handle it honey? 'cause I don't think you will" He pins your wrists to the bed with just one hand, while the other plays with your lips, trapping his fingertip between your teeth.

"I'm ready daddy, I will handle it" You promised him, "Let me-" You tried to reach his pants but you were trapped in between his arms.

"Oh, this?" He pushed down his pants kicking them to the floor, you could see just the shadow and the outline of his cock but it wasn't just seeing it, you wanted to feel it and he knew exactly what you wanted, he rocked his hips back and forward pressing up his rock hard boner against your inner thigh, you gasped, he flipped your hair to the side, putting his hand on the back of your head gripping your hair tightly, "You know what I really want?" He pinched your chin and opened your mouth, sliding his finger between them for you to suck on it, you did it with no shame, starting slow, and swirling your tongue around it, he pushed another one in pressing them down your throat making you gag and spit them out, he made a big messy fist with your hair putting you down on your knees, "Suck it," You put your lips around him, teasing him at first you thought it would be fun, you just held him inside your mouth barely even sucking or licking him up, he made a fist pulling it harder than last time and he fucked your throat deep, making you gag and choke, making you become a drooling mess, "I see you like to be treated like a fucking cunt, so you're gonna be treated like that, open wider" You obeyed him, and he cupped your chin and the back of your head pulling it up to spit in your mouth and in your face smudging the makeup you had left "Gorgeous" He put your face back down to his swollen dick, "Kiss it" You pressed your lips on his dick, giving him some ticklish and silly kisses on it, he tugged your hair once more signing you to get back on it, when he saw how good you took him inside your mouth, he stopped being so aggressive to you, and he caressed your hair as he saw you giving him the best blow ever, your mouth so warm, and your lips plump, gulping and swirling your tongue, "Look at me" When your eyes raised to look at him, something inside him, way deep, had shifted when he saw your glimmering and loving eyes, since that moment, he pulled your head back pulling your head up to kiss your mouth, your kisses were sweet and tender while his where more erotic and rough, you followed his pace he settled on top of you hovering you over to lay down, "I can't wait to finally be inside you, you felt so good 'round me fingers, it just gets me harder to think about me fuckin' you" He bit your bottom lip.

"So please, just do it, Alex, please" You begged him crying, with every part of you, "Please..." You whispered but he wasn't giving in, "Did I do-"

"Nothin's wrong with you, I just- ... do you really wanna be in this with me?" His eyes illuminated when you smiled and kissed him, just a small peck but it was honest, "If you stay with me, you'll be in danger, you might get hurt, this is your final chance to decide what you really wanna do" You cupped his face, very lovingly caressing his cheeks and tracing his nose with your thumb.

"This, you... is really wanna do, I have nothing else to lose, nothing to gain, so I much rather take a ride with you, than stay here and live the rest of my life like I used to, I would've died if you hadn't taken me with you, you saved me, you're like my guardian angel" You cuddled closer to him, "You keep me safe, and you protect me, I trust you... and I like you" You blushed when you said you liked him, just like a little girl on the swings, "I need you, Alex, please... don't leave me" He hugged you to his chest.

"I won't, darlin' and you'll be loyal to me, right?" He asked you, and you answered immediately by saying yes with your head, and with your mouth, "Good 'cause I don't think anybody else will love you as much as I do," He made your eyes soften when he gave you those reassuring words, just what you needed to hear, "Forget about those other men, I'll be your man, you'll be my sweet little good girl"

"Maybe not too good," You said, and he smirked cupping your cheeks together.

"Listen, if you're gonna be with me you obey me" You nodded with a smile, "Don't laugh at me smartass," He said and it made you laugh even more how angry he got, without you expecting his next move he pushed himself all the way inside you with no warning and no mercy, "You're not laughing now, aren't you?" Your laughter turned into a loud moaning, his hips thrusting into you slowly but slamming his cock inside you harshly, you were gasping for air gripping his white sheets with your hand while your other hand scratched his back, fingernails digging into his skin, you were trying to say something but it was just a mumble, "What's that?" He mocked, "Huh?... that's so pathetic" He dug himself inside you making you scream, "Let's go, just like that babe" He put one of his legs up as he threw one of your legs over his shoulder, and he pushed forward making your body jolt and almost hit your head against the headboard, he put strength on his knuckles to hold his weight for the position, kneeling on the bed to get a better approach to you and your spot, meat to meat and skin to skin, the sounds of his body slamming against yours, "You feel perfect, so fucking tight and warm, just perfect, you're my little whore aren't you? tell me how much you love it, 'cause I know you do"

"You're using me just the way I needed daddy, and the burning and stretching... fuck I love your cock please, I want more, keep fuckin' me like a slut" He slowed down his movements, "Please, daddy?" You cried, making him soften but it wasn't right enough, "Pretty please, daddy?"

He crumbled to ashes at those words, "You're my nasty little princess, you're so adorable when you call yourself a slut" He slammed himself inside you, "I'll make you forget everyone else, I'll be the only thing in your mind for now on, did you hear me?" He was getting more aroused by the second, grunting and moaning, he pulled your hair back to see your face, your eyeballs were white, his thumb opened your eyelids and she smiled when he saw your pupils dilated, "God, you love it that much?" You gasped not even being able to speak, you were completely silent just gasping for air and crying, your makeup had been washed out by your tears, all the blushed replaced by your natural flush, he kissed your lips sloppy with his tongue tracing your bottom lip, his mouth stained cherry red, "I want all your lipstick on me" You moaned when you felt your release firing up on the pit of your stomach, your heart was beating thru your ears, pumping blood to your eyes, it was too much for you, his moaning and gasping, how rough he was with you, you never imagined how much you would love it, his way of not only showing he cared was just as good as his love making, you couldn't handle it any longer, your mind was completely blank, your vision was blurry, and your ears were clogged, "Oh fuckin' 'ell you're just getting tighter and tighter, so close baby," You were knocked up when finally you reached your orgasm, the waves drowning you, filling it coming from the bottom of your chest up to thru your throat and shuting out of your lips, he left your mouth wide open for him, "Get that open... mmm fuck yeah, I'll cum all over your mouth and your face" He put his dick inside your mouth once more just for you to suck, and you did it without him asking, "Stick your tongue out" He pulled your head up by the hair, and you let your tongue out tasting his warm cum pour all over your tongue and your face, he didn't need to order you, you swallowed his hot cum, running your tongue thru your teeth, "Fuck! You're such fucking whore," He spread his cum all over your face and down your neck, your whole body was bruised, and tired, you couldn't get your heart to slow down, you were passing out on the sheets.

"Calm down, breathe" He soothes you, and he hugged you close to him, covering your body with his arms, chest on chest, heart to heart, you felt his heart rate slow and calm, and you breathe in and out, calming your self down as you looked at his deep brown eyes, he was covered in sweat his perfect hair messy just like the first time you saw him "Steady...shh, just like that" Once you were calm and relaxed he covered your body up with the blankets, "Good my darlin'?"

"Mhm," You cuddled close to him, "Was I good, daddy?" He kissed you tenderly and lovingly caressed your hair.

"Perfect babe and did you like it... felt comfortable?" You hummed as a yes, you tried to get more comfortable in his bed, your arms were hurting so much, you grunt and he noticed, he picked you up and rests your body on top of his, his hands grazing your back up and down slowly.

"To be honest..."

"Yes?"

"I'm not very tired... I'm hungry actually" Both of you giggled at the same time.

"Midnight cookies and milk?" He dressed you up in his shirt, and he changed into his boxers, you pouted, then he piggybacked you downstairs into the kitchen, sitting you on the counter while he prepared the cookie dough, you dumped the whole chocolate chip bag into the bowl and you loved how he laughed, deep and silly, contagious, the rest of the night you spend it watching movies and snacking on the cookies, but nothing as sweet as his lips and charming smile, you fell asleep but Alex really couldn't, it had been the first time in a long time he had felt so excited about someone, someone that cared for him as much as he cared for them, those familiar and nostalgic butterflies on his stomach began to fly and jump up and down inside his stomach, and if only you were woke you would've heard his heart pump faster than yours.

He turned to his phone and looked at the time, it was 4 in the morning, and no signal at his house, he got up and carefully laid you down on the bed covering you up with the blankets, he grabbed all of the dirty dishes and cups going downstairs to fix the electricity, once back inside he heard the sound of a clipper, a flame lighting up a face he hadn't seen in years.

"Hello Alex" It was him.

The sound of a bullet woke you up as fast as the gunshot, your eardrums were clogged just like last time, and everything seemed to go fast but too slow, you felt like you weren't running down the stairs fast enough when you saw Alex's body laying on the floor, with his silver gun on the hand, you heard a car speeding down the highway, you cried and screamed holding Alex's body, you still felt his heart beating but a lot of blood was coming out of him, could he be dying? could you save him in time before it could be too late?

To be continued...

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two strangers (1)

summary: when bucky rescues you, you didn't think there could be a more indecent person. but as the days go by, you realize he may have a chicken heart.

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

words: +6k

warnings: a lot of bad words and mentions of wounds and blood.

read this for some context! so fyi this is set in an alternate universe where mercenaries exist, but like a society, like john wick, and the avengers rescued bucky from hydra's control and all that, but he decided to keep his life in the mercenary side, taking missions to get rid of really bad people, and even though he isn't part of the society per se, he's very known by it but he doesn't care to join them.

note: hi guys! i decided to publish this in different parts, seeing that my inspiration had a big strike and yesterday i just couldn't stop writing. i think the updates will be weekly, but you'll know the exact date in the masterlist page. so i hope you like it! and know feedback is always appreciated! love you all 💜

Bucky never thought the rescue would be difficult. It was a huge house, three floors, a hundred windows and doors, with a garden that directly overlooked a wooded area. The walk to the entrance was not at all dissimilar to the ambiance of the whole area, as it was at least a forty minute walk through trees and bushes. There were about fifty people guarding each entrance and access, but Bucky knew that there would be a shift change at ten o'clock at night, at which time there would be about 25 people that he would have to face in less than 10 minutes to reach the target, and after that he would have just under two minutes to get at least ten kilometers away from the house and avoid being followed.

Except that Bucky wasn't riding the bike back to town and had a piece of a shirt pressed against the side of his abdomen from which blood was pouring out, while a couple of other bikes were following behind them and they could barely dodge the bullets.

Bucky knew he couldn't play with words again.

“Drive faster,” Bucky mumbled over the sound of the wind and bullets, barely able to hold onto the abdomen of the woman behind the wheel, whose name he couldn't remember.

“Fucking hell, I'm doing everything I can!”

Bucky peered over the woman's shoulder watching as the needle pointed to one hundred and ten kilometers per hour and raised his eyebrows. How that tiny woman was able to keep her balance and zigzag through the trees at that speed was a complete mystery.

While it was true that the bike had more speed, it was quite dangerous to increase it seeing the wooded road full of natural obstacles in front of them. So Bucky just pulled out of his right side the gun he always carried with him and started shooting at whatever he could aim at. Maybe that way he could get some leverage.

After a few minutes, Bucky began to make out the lighted streets of the city and was minimally glad that the rescue had not been a failure.

“When you take the road, turn right and then left, there you go straight ahead and increase your speed as much as you can.”

The woman barely nodded toward Bucky's words as she maneuvered through the branches and downhill slopes until she made it to the asphalt, and it was like falling off the end of a roller coaster. Bucky thought he had flown off the bike.

When the woman made the turn Bucky indicated and found a track that stretched along without a possible end, she accelerated so much that she was sure that, had she not had a helmet, she would have been out of eyelashes in seconds.

It didn't take them too long to lose the criminals following them and find the safe house where they would spend the night. Bucky felt his body still vibrating with the bike as the woman parked it in the subway parking lot. The walk to the stairs and what he rode inside the house was one big blurry moment inside his head as the adrenaline began to wear off and the pain throughout his body became more and more noticeable.

He barely remembered lying on the white couch, staining it entirely with blood and mud, and the woman in front of him trying to stop his bleeding.

You did everything in your power to stop the bleeding in the man's side. It was difficult, but you managed to get a halfway decent stitch and tried to disinfect it with what you found in the first aid kit in the house. You wrapped his abdomen with gauze and bandages as best you could and finally left him alone. He had fainted the moment you put alcohol on the wound with gauze, and you didn't know if it was because of the pain or the lack of blood. It was probably the latter, he looked like a strong guy.

A strong guy who had definitely underestimated his mission. Strong but his arrogance was a major flaw.

You had tried to arrange the whole room as you had found it, because you'd made a big mess carrying that man who weighed twice as much as he looked to the couch. In the end, cleaning up the blood was the most complicated thing.

You went to bed at dawn, after an exhaustive session in the shower. You washed your clothes by hand three times and then soaked them for at least an hour until you washed them again. You got clean clothes and changed when the first traces of azure blue began to adorn the sky.

But you stared at the ceiling for a while. Memories of what had happened in the last few days and years flooded your head and kept you moving your hands under the sheet. Restlessness, new friend. Reminiscing about it, the sound of bullets, the adrenaline rush and the blood of the man in the room almost kept you awake. But, at some point, out of exhaustion or pity, your eyes finally closed.

Bucky cursed, moving around the room. Trying to walk to the bathroom, he had dropped everything his hands had touched. And the pain in his side didn't make things any easier. He didn't know what the woman sleeping peacefully on the second floor had done, but it seemed the pain was sharper than yesterday.

As his body moved closer to the bathroom, he heard footsteps coming from the stairs. The silhouette of the woman materialized in front of him, who was trying to climb the five steps that separated him from the bathroom.

“What are you doing? You opened your wound,” Bucky observed the woman's scowl with hair standing on end like a cat in the face of an imminent threat.

He watched her in slow motion and infrared as she tried to move closer to him, decreasing the distance between them and making it difficult for him to walk to the bathroom.

The woman raised her arms to touch him, but before she could do anything, Bucky threw a swipe. She staggered, and without a second's hesitation stepped away from him.

Bucky thought he saw a hint of fear in her eyes, but it had to have been a figment of his imagination, because the next moment she was only looking at him with annoyance.

“How surly.”

“Don't get in my way.”

“I was trying to help you.”

“Standing in my way doesn't help me at all.”

“"You're bleeding again…”

“Fuck, I need to use the bathroom.”

The woman silently moved to the side. And Bucky barely glanced at her as he passed her and finally climbed the fifth step that separated him from his destination.

That was why he had stopped accepting missions like that. It was so much easier to just show up at a place to shoot someone in the forehead and then run away, he didn't have to spend days and days waiting to finish the mission. He could even do more than three in a single day, when the targets knew each other or were in the same place.

But, yes, even if it didn't seem like it, so much death at his heels was also a bit overwhelming if he was honest. He'd heard from other mercenaries, the ones who weren't so sadistic, that rescue missions were sometimes a respite to get back into the action again. Bucky had done it before, but there was always something that went wrong. And this time was no exception. Maybe he wasn't cut out to rescue people, to save them…

When he came out of the bathroom and made his way with great effort into the living room, the smell of bacon and eggs filled the room. Scattered on the dining room table were all the items he could find inside a first aid kit and there was also a bag with what appeared to be bloody gauze.

“I thought the bath swallowed you up.”

Bucky noticed when the woman came out of the kitchen wiping her hands with a white cloth. She was wearing different clothes than yesterday, white and neat, totally in contrast to the stained and dirty clothes he was wearing.

“Sit down. I need to check you over.”

“I'm fine.”

“Don't be foolish.”

Bucky shifted, willing himself to lie back down on the couch he'd woken up in. He vaguely noticed that on one side of the furniture was a bucket of water and bubbles and some sponges, one submerged and one over an edge of the couch that was bathed in blood.

“You do know there are people who clean these places?” Bucky spoke as he tried to find a way to sit down without having to bend over or exert too much force by bending his legs.

“No.”

“Well, now you know. Don't spend time cleaning these things.”

“It looks bad.”

“It's just blood… argh.”

Bucky arched as he made a very bad move and rested one of his hands on the back of the couch. He barely heard the woman sigh and then her footsteps approaching.

“No, no… I can.”

“God, what a stupid man.”

“What the fuck did you just-? Ah, ah, ahhhhh.”

The man hadn't even noticed when you came up behind him and pushed him to move before his head could process it. He fell noisily onto the couch and bit his lips to keep from moaning in pain.

“I like you better when you're quiet.”

Giving up the fight, Bucky let his body fall against the backrest and dropped his limp hands on either side of his legs. With his eyes closed, he heard a flutter of things on one side of him and guessed that the woman was digging through the things she had placed on the table. He barely had any memories of the night before when they arrived and most of them included a terrible pain that drove him into unconsciousness.

"Well, let's see…" the woman mumbled to herself and Bucky soon felt her hands moving over his bandaged abdomen.

It was instinct and he couldn't stop his left hand, metallic and dulled by the bloodstains that spread over his body, from clinging with superhuman strength to the wrists of the woman who had only intended to tend to him.

Even with his eyes closed, he heard her gasp in surprise and felt her tense in front of him. Her small hands, which had not the slightest chance before his exorbitant strength, stirred under his grip in slight movements. Without seeing her, he could tell she was so frightened she didn't know if she should keep shaking or stay still.

Bucky opened his eyes to realize that his instinct was right. The woman was pale with fright.

Sighing, the man loosened his grip until finally releasing her.

The woman fell backwards on the floor trying to get away from him.

That was the look he was used to seeing on all his victims.

Turning his head away, Bucky cleared his throat.

“Ask first next time.”

It was several seconds before the woman moved again. She had stood there, still and tense, watching him, waiting for any sudden movement to bolt. She moved closer to him on her knees, but not as close as she had been a few minutes ago. Her breathing was just beginning to become more leisurely until she finally seemed to have calmed down.

Bucky kept his gaze anywhere but on the small woman in front of him, who seemed to fear she would be swallowed alive.

“I'm going to-”

“Yes.”

That time, when the woman moved her hands back to the bandage around his abdomen, Bucky tensed, but kept his instincts to himself. He knew the woman had sensed that moment of hesitation, because she almost moved her hands away, but came closer again when nothing happened.

Thus Bucky allowed himself to be attended to, until he fell back asleep on the couch.

When the man woke up again, you had already eaten breakfast and finished washing the couch, except for the place where he was lying. You had also cleaned up the trail of blood he had left on the floor from the bathroom all the way back to the living room. You had tried to make everything in your reach neat, free of any mud or blood stains. And when you were done in the living room, you went to fix what was needed in the kitchen.

You were halfway through going to get your clothes when you heard him.

“Fuck, how the hell did you make it hurt more than it did before?”

You turned on your feet at the top of the stairs to see him as he leaned forward with a grimace.

“Maybe I wouldn't have had to double stitch you if you weren't such a moron.”

“Double stitch? Does that exist?”

“I don't know!”

“You double stitched me?”

You shrugged. “Just in case!”

“Argh… No fucking way.”

Dropping his head on the back of the couch, the man brought his right hand over his forehead in a weary gesture.

“Whatever. I left you some hot water in the shower and a rag. Try not to get your wound wet.”

He lowered his head to look at you, but you hurried on walking to the cleaning room.

That man was scary. And it was much scarier that you were in an almost-abandoned house in a ghost neighborhood alone with him. The chances were that if you shouted, no one would hear you; or if you did and someone did hear you, they would prefer to keep on walking. That's how troubled the place you were in looked.

You were surprised that your brother had sent someone like that to look for you. At least he would have made a little more effort to find someone more decent. You had to crawl to get you both out of that wrecked house, when it should've been the other way around. As you folded your clothes, you wondered where your brother had gotten that man from.

You were heading back to the room when you heard a snort down the hall. Against the alarms in your head, you approached the hallway to see towards the back, into the living room, as the man had gotten up from the couch and had walked that way about seven steps with the goal of reaching the stairs. At the pace he was going, you wondered how long it had taken him to get there. And with the winces of pain he was making, you knew it was taking all his strength not to make sudden movements.

You sighed as you dropped your clothes on the basket next to the door. That man was going to give you green gray hair.

“Let me help you,” you spoke once you were near him, at the top of the stairs.

It really wasn't that many stairs, only ten steps were separating the man from that bathroom. You didn't know why that kind of platform was there, instead of just making a flat floor for the whole house being so big, but you couldn't judge an architect's decisions.

And yet, even though it was only a few stairs, it seemed like a hundred when you had a bullet wound in your abdomen.

When you started to descend, the man said nothing, just watched you intently as your feet went one in front of the other holding onto the handrail. His deadly gaze caused you to shiver slightly because he looked like a lion about to eat a gazelle.

Still, you stopped at a safe distance.

“May I?”

The man kept his gaze on yours for a while longer, as if he had to weigh every possibility in a short time. You wonder what he saw in you that he had to be so alert. You barely reached his chin, what could you do without him stopping you two seconds before? You didn't even have the option to think of anything.

So when he sighed, you realized he had given in.

Bucky took a pleasant nap on the bed in the master bedroom when he finished showering, if anyone could call what he had done a shower. He ran a washcloth with warm water all over his body, with the tiniest amount of soap and unable to wash his hair. The woman downstairs had offered to do it for him, but Bucky didn't even consider that possibility.

Still, he felt fresh enough to really rest for a while.

And by the time he awoke, moonlight was filtering through the curtains.

It was daring to get out of bed. But it was worth it when he reached the kitchen and the smell of meat made his stomach growl loudly. He hadn't eaten anything for over twenty-four hours. He hadn't even accepted the breakfast the woman made because he still felt as if at any moment he was going to vomit up to the air.

But at that moment… at that moment….

“Ah, you finally woke up.”

“How long did I sleep?”

“About twelve hours.”

Bucky moved his head to look at the clock above the entrance to the kitchen, and yes, it was already eight o'clock at night.

“How are you feeling? How's the wound?”

The man stirred when he heard the woman's voice nearby. She had moved until she reached the kitchen entrance, not a step more, not a step less.

“It doesn't hurt as much as it did before.”

“That's good,” the woman shook her head in a nod and walked back into the kitchen. “Sit down. You need to eat.”

Bucky obeyed silently, because dealing with food he didn't want to grumble. He heard the sound of dishes and silverware before the woman came out with two large plates in her hands. When Bucky saw what she had cooked, his mouth dropped open in surprise.

“I hope you like meat,” the woman commented in a light voice, but at Bucky's silence she began to perspire. “I also cooked a vegan option if you-”

“No,” Bucky cut her off, moving his hands to grab the silverware. “I definitely like meat.”

Bucky didn't notice how the woman's shoulders relaxed as she watched him savor each thing on his plate nor how she kept her gaze fixed on him to make sure he didn't choke on how quickly the food was being stuffed.

And when they were both finished eating, the woman pulled out a bag that had been sitting on a chair and set it on the table, bringing it closer to Bucky, but not too close.

At the man's arched eyebrow, she said, “Medication.”

Bucky's eyes lit up, but he shook his head quickly.

“Why the hell didn't you give this to me before?”

“Because there was none before.”

Bucky frowned. “And where did you get this?”

As she answered, the woman got up to pick up the dishes and carry them to the scrubber. “There's a store about five blocks from here. I had some money so I bought it. It seemed necessary.”

The woman went to grab the silverware Bucky had used, not noticing the man's steady gaze on her, when his metal hand stopped her from taking the silverware away.

She unconsciously cringed at the sudden movement, and sought the man's gaze in alarm. Bucky felt such overwhelming anger make its way inside his chest that he didn't even think twice before letting his body act first.

“You did what?”

The woman sputtered a couple of times, like a fish out of water, before replying, “I just went for meds. So you won't get the wound infected.”

“You left this house alone? Are you out of your mind?”

Bucky raised his voice as he rose suddenly from his chair. His metal hand pulled the woman's wrist and slammed it against her chest in one violent motion. She barely managed to take a deep breath before tears welled up in her eyes.

“Do you even have any idea what I had to go through to get you here? And you're telling me you walked out of this house like it was nothing? Alone?!”

Still cringing at the tone of voice Bucky was using, the woman replied shakily, “But nothing happened. I'm fine…”

“Ah! Right! And how can you be sure that no one followed you here? How can you be sure that you didn't compromise our location?”

“I swear I took a good look when I left and arrived. There was no one… There wasn't… Please just... let me go.”

Bucky pursed his lips and took one more detailed look at the woman's contracted face. He angrily let go of her.

She didn't hesitate for a second to start up the stairs.

“Just take the fucking meds,” she spat from afar, and the next thing Bucky heard was the slamming of a room door.

Staring at the empty space through which the woman had disappeared, Bucky took a few seconds to calm his breathing and emotions. Now he had to make sure they weren't going to be ambushed by surprise while he slept and the two were distracted. He could go stay all the rest of the night in the camera room after placing a motion bomb over every entrance to the house… but he was too tired to do that, and he most likely wouldn't be able to find the necessary items in that house to make those traps as invisible as possible. The only thing he could do was to sit in that armchair with a shotgun in his hands and wait. Hope that it was true that no one had followed her.

Bucky sighed. Fuck, he had to learn to manage his attitude.

His eyes fell on the bag on the table and he felt the tiniest whip of guilt inside his chest. It disappeared as quick as lightning. He picked up the bag to rummage inside to find four boxes and a piece of paper.

He shook the bag on the table and the medications fell free. He grabbed the paper with a frown and the whip of guilt returned as he read what had been written in black ink:

“Stranger,

I'm writing this note to tell you how you should take these medications.

The blue one is to prevent infection, so you should take it every 12 hours.

The red one is for pain. If it hurts too much, take it every 6 hours, and if it doesn't hurt too much, take it every 12 hours.

Yellow is an analgesic, it will most likely put you to sleep. Take it when the pain is unbearable.

And the green box is vitamins. Take one after each meal.

These boxes will last for at least a week. Hopefully by that time the wound will have healed much more.

Take them judiciously.”

Bucky stared at that piece of paper as if it were to blame for all his misfortunes. In spite of everything, the woman did try to care for his wound, even if he did nothing but reject the support she gave him.

The sound of something similar to a bell brought Bucky out of the depths of his head.

It was the satellite phone.

Bucky moved to the kitchen, where the sound was coming from. There, beside the blender, was the phone. He wondered if the woman had used it before.

He picked up the device and held it up to his ear in silence.

“Barnes?”

“Jacob.”

“Fucking shit. Why are you answering until now? I've been calling for a while now.”

So she hadn't used the phone.

“I was asleep.”

“What?”

“Long story.”

The man on the other end of the line barely took a deep breath.

“Are you with her?”

“Yes.”

“And she's okay?“”

“Yes.”

“Ah,” the man exclaimed in relief. “When are you going to bring her in?”

“You know I have to wait at least five days before I leave the house.”

“Argh, yes, yeah, right. And have you two got enough? Food? Clothes? Has she eaten well? Have you seen her take care of herself?”

“She's fine. She's more than capable of fending for herself. Stop worrying.”

“It's easy for you to ask me that when it's not your family member who was kidnapped.”

Bucky twisted his lips. “Why are you calling me and not Alejandro?”

“He left early. Seems there was a problem with the New York headquarters.”

“Ah, the troubled mercenary society.”

“Yeah, you should have seen the look on his face from these brats again,” Jacob let out a short laugh that was not reciprocated by Bucky. “Well,” he throat cleared, “let me know if there's any news.”

“Okay.”

And Bucky hung up.

His gaze lingered on the white kitchen wall before returning his attention to the colorful boxes on the dining room counter.

Fuck he was going to apologize to the woman.

You were stunned when you woke up the next morning and breakfast was ready and there was no sign of the man anywhere near the kitchen. The same thing happened at noon and at night.

You wanted to meet him somewhere to thank him, but at the same time you wanted to never see him again. However, what you thought about most was his wound and that you should've changed his bandage more than six hours ago. But the man was nowhere to be found. He would only show up to cook something and then vanish.

Still, you tried to comfort yourself with the thought that he had taken the gauze and bandages, because you couldn't find the first aid kit anywhere either.

At some point you thought that would be a good thing, not to find him even by accident for the rest of the days you had to spend in that house. You didn't think you would be able to keep up with his temper, clearly driven by emotions he couldn't control. You'd better take that time to take care of yourself and try to process everything that had happened instead of continuing to repress it, as always.

But… every time you tried to think about what had happened, what it had been like to be in that mansion in the middle of the trees, in the middle of nowhere, a suffocating sensation would make its way from your stomach to your chest and throat, and suddenly you felt short of breath. You couldn't spend more than a minute trying to cope with those emotions and memories you kept locked up in your memory because bringing them up made you feel like you were choking on air.

Maybe it was still too soon.

Yes, maybe it was.

It was already close to midnight when you finished organizing the kitchen. It seemed like the meds were kicking in if the man could spend so much time on his feet cooking and then washing dishes.

Remembering the anger that had sailed across his face the night before still gave you chills. You were trying to get that image out of your head.

You were on your way to the yard when you heard a sound down the hall. There were a couple of doors in that house that you had seen around but had no idea what was behind them, and now you were hearing a sound behind one of them.

Thinking of the man, you moved and walked to open the door, encountering stairs descending to the left and a light at the bottom of the stairs. The sound repeated, and with the door open you could also identify music.

You carefully descended and followed the hallway to the left after descending. Whatever it was you were expecting to see, a gymnasium opened up in front of your eyes. And in the middle of it all, the man, punching a large sandbag as if he didn't have a bullet wound in his abdomen.

You didn't know if you had made a noise or he had a sixth sense, but suddenly he moved his head and his eyes met yours. His expression denoted nothing but indifference and he promptly hit the bag again.

“You do know you have a large wound in your abdomen?” was the first thing you said as you stepped through the glass door.

The man didn't even turn around.

“You could open up the wound.”

“I've been here all day and nothing's happened to me.”

“Yeah, lucky you. Watch how you stretch to hit that.”

The man stopped to look at you when you got too close trying to see his injured side. Feeling prey to his intimidating stare, you backed up a few steps.

“Check it out if you want to so badly,” he turned around to face you and raised his arms waiting for you to come closer. You had barely noticed that he wasn't wearing a shirt.

“No. Did you change your bandages?”

“Yes. The wound is fine. I haven't even had to take the pills.”

You frowned at him as he went back to focusing on his sandbag. “Not even the vitamins?”

The man gave you a sidelong glance before striking again.

“Oh, c'mon,” you exclaimed in annoyance. “At least make my act of recklessness worthwhile.”

His gaze traveled to your face again, his expression incredulous and somewhat angry. He shook his head as if he didn't credit your words and went back to focusing on his blows. One after another. One, two, three, four.

“It really doesn't hurt?”

This time he hit the sack so hard with his metal arm that it flew off and crashed against the wall in a thud.

You barely cowered in place.

“Take off the bandages so you're sure.”

Again he turned his body toward you, his posture nonchalant even though his features were hard, like polished marble.

“Stop,” you raised your hands, “I'm sorry.”

The man sighed, lowering his shoulders for the first time at will. The only times you had ever seen him relaxed had been when he slept.

He began to untangle the bandages around the knuckles of his right hand as he approached the sack he had pushed out of its holder.

“What's your name?”

“Huh?”

“Are you deaf?” the man turned with a frown, but quickly turned away taking a deep breath. “What's your name?”

“Uhm… Y/N. Didn't you already know that?”

“Yes. But I'd forgotten.”

“Ah.”

“I'm sorry, Y/N.”

“Why?”

“I'm not used to… whatever it is you do,” he waved his hand vaguely as if trying to clarify a point.

“You mean help you?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Don't you get help very often?”

“I work alone. That's what I mean.”

“Ah, that makes sense.”

“Well, anyway. I'm sorry I yelled at you last night. I shouldn't have lost control.”

“Yeah…”

“And you shouldn't have gone out on your own like that. Don't ever do that again,” his accusing index finger pointed at you.

“Okay. I'm sorry.”

He sighed and turned around again to look at the sandbag on the floor. He had already removed his bandages and his knuckles looked somewhat swollen, the red color standing out against the olive of his skin. If he'd been like that all day, he must have at least some pain in that hand. You frowned watching him there, not moving.

He couldn't bend over.

Maybe he wasn't so sincere in saying it didn't hurt.

“I can lift it,” you spoke before you even thought it through.

The man, whose name you hadn't asked yet, turned to look at you with an ingrown eyebrow. You tried not to think too hard as he swept his eyes over your figure and then looked back down at the sandbag on the floor, probably taller than you and certainly heavier. But you could do it. Besides, you couldn't allow him to make that effort if there was a chance of once again opening up the wound.

When he took a step back and turned to look at you, your palms sweated. Maybe you really couldn't…

No, you could. You definitely could. It was a piece of cake.

Under his watchful eye you approached the sandbag. You looked at it with narrowed eyes, like your nemesis. You moved your arms, wanting to loosen your shoulders a bit before overexerting yourself lifting the thing, and at that moment you heard a short, thinly disguised laugh through a cough.

When you turned to see him, he kept coughing like it was nothing and turned to walk to another side of the gym.

Ha, how funny.

You turned around to focus on your task and, well, it was crunch time. You felt so determined to shut him up that you didn't even think it was the first time you'd seen an emotion other than indifference and anger in him.

You hugged the sack and gathering all your strength you moved back.

Nothing moved.

You tried again.

Nothing.

You snorted as you stood up for the fifth time and saw that the bag had barely moved less than a foot from its initial state. You rounded the object and sat down in front of it. You swung your legs over and planted your feet on the side of the bag and began to push hard.

You could move it. Not much, but you could move it.

You kept doing it until it was under the support where it had been hanging before the man's anger sent it flying. You put your head up and realized that the support was too high for you to push the bag up. It was impossible.

“Leave it,” you heard the man say.

You found him across the gym in front of you with a bottle in his hands. He took a big sip as he watched you in amusement.

Then, without a word, he moved a little to his left and pressed a button on what appeared to be a joystick. There were many other small buttons and levers that you had absolutely no idea what they could be for in a gym.

Then, you heard something over your head. You watched in amazement at what the man's button was doing.

The bastard had let you try to do something he knew was impossible for you to do, knowing that there was a stupid button that could do it for you. From the back of the gym, a sandbag was moving from the ceiling to where you were, guided by the mechanical system above your head. You barely noticed then that, in the shape of a circle, there was a kind of rail along which the brackets hanging from the ceiling moved.

You wanted to choke someone.

When you looked back at the man, he had his lips cocked in a smug smile. Damn him.

“I'm not going to offer to do anything for you again,” you exclaimed as you stood up and proudly decided to walk out of there with what little dignity you had left.

“Oh no, you should keep doing it. It's very entertaining.”

You stuck out your middle finger at him as you walked in the direction of the exit without turning to look at him. You heard more real laughter when you were far enough away.

It was quite late at night when Bucky came out of the gym. It had only been a few hours since you had left and he thought maybe he should follow in your footsteps and go rest, but for some reason he decided to stay a while longer.

On his way out, he saw the sandbag on the floor again and was too surprised by the urge he had to crack a smile. But he restrained himself.

In the house the lights were still on. It was almost midnight. Bucky had prepared dinner with the goal of getting you to eat and go to bed, because it seemed that every time you ate you had to go to sleep afterwards, even if it was just a short nap. But it looked like that wasn't going to be the case this time.

When he came into the living room he found you lying on the big couch in front of the TV on. Some news channel was playing in the background and it looked like you were deep in concentration listening because you didn't move when he approached.

“What are you doing awake still?” Bucky spoke with a frown before he could repent. “It's almost-”

You were asleep.

Bucky stopped at the side of the large piece of furniture when he saw you with your eyes closed and hugging one of the cushions, with half a sheet over your legs. Of course, it was going to be weird that you were still awake.

Bucky had always seen you walking, alert, moving around, always looking for something to occupy you. Your moments of rest were always away from him. However, looking to the front where the glass table was, Bucky quickly noticed the rag on the table and a small bucket on the floor.

So even all tired out you had been looking for something to do.

Bucky sighed shaking his head.

He took the rag resting on the neatest glass he had ever seen, along with the bucket filled with soapy water, and carried them to the laundry room where he put everything back in its place.

When you returned, you had shifted on the couch and looked like you wanted to find a position to stretch out because your body was more tilted than before.

Bucky turned off the TV which had low sound and stood in front of you on the couch.

He couldn't carry you to the bed without risking too much force that would compromise his injury and seeing how worried you had been about that earlier, he preferred to avoid straining too much. For some reason, he had the feeling that you would prefer to sleep on the couch if it would keep the wound in his abdomen from opening up.

So, he opted for the safest option. He brought down some pillows from the master bedroom along with another larger, thicker sheet. He planted himself in front of you thinking about the best way to accommodate you so you wouldn't wake up sore, although the cushions on that piece of furniture weren't as hard as the ones in the dining room.

Finally he opted to follow the direction your own body was taking. He nestled a pillow over the armrest of the couch, punching it and molding it until it looked comfortable enough. Then he ran his left hand carefully down your neck and his right hand circled your shoulders until it reached your back. He moved you slightly forward keeping you stable and then began to let your body slowly fall onto the couch.

When you were lying flat, he gently pulled his left hand out and stood up. Quietly and very carefully, he removed the small cushion you were hugging, and before you could make any grimace, he rolled a larger pillow between your arms. Bucky watched you sigh in contentment.

Finally, he pulled back the small, thin blanket between your legs and arranged the large sheet he had brought that almost doubled as a bedspread. It would probably get you warm in a few seconds, but that was good, because the nights were cold in that house.

Finished with his task, Bucky nodded to himself.

It was only after he finished that he really realized what he had done. He frowned, watching your placid face as you rested comfortably.

Why had he done that, without even a second thought?

Bucky suddenly felt the need to run away. Now he wanted to undo all that because tomorrow you would wake up and surely ask questions he wouldn't know how to answer. That he wouldn't want to answer. Maybe he could play dumb and say that's how he'd found you when he'd left the gym. Surely you'd been so drunk on sleep that you hadn't even realized what you'd done.

Maybe that had happened to Bucky. Maybe he'd been so drunk on exhaustion that he hadn't realized what he was doing until he'd done it. Yes, surely.

Inside his chest he again recognized the feeling of guilt he'd had when he saw the paper you'd given him with the pills, and that only increased as he remembered he hadn't taken a single one.

It was guilt that made him move like that.

Yes, that was probably it.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes angst #bucky fic #bucky x you #bucky barnes #bucky fluff #bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction

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yandikalbim · 1 year

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Şarkı dinlerken böyle bir yoruma denk geldim. Selin ve Mert... :(

‘’sene 2009

Sonra birkac ay gecti biz mertle daha yakinlastik konusmaya basladik hatta flort eder gibi konusmaya basladik falan. Daha sonra mert para biriktirdi. Ayriyetten bizimle kaldigi icin cekinip kiraya faturalara destek olurdu. Geldi bi gun konustu babamla aldi murati valizleri amcasinin yanina gidecegini soyledi. O gun yuzume bile bakmadan gitti. Murati opebildim sadece gitmeden. 2 yil gecti bir gun telefonum caldi. Onun sesi telefonda. Murat seni gormek istiyor diyo. O gun geldi beni almaya arabayla. Bindim gidiyoruz muratin yanina. Radyoda bu sarki calmaya basliyo o sirada arabayi park ediyor. Radyoda ses fazla ciktigi icin kismak icin egiliyorum bi anda kolumu tutup kendisine cekti beni. İlk öpüc��gümü o gun bu sarki calarken ona verdim. Opustukten sonra gozlerimi kaciriyorum tabi utangaciö biraz. O guluyor. Arabadan indik eve geldik murat hemen sarildi bana. Ozledim falan diyor. Ordan mert kiskaniyorum ama diyince murat da cocuk akli 'abim de ozledi seni' diyor. Merte dönüyprum gülümseyerek bana bakiyor. Herneyse biz o gunden sonra hep bulustuk sevgili olduk. Sarkimiz da var. Tabii bu sarki :') bir gun murat ben mert gezmeye sahile cikiyoruz. Tipki aile gibiyiz ama. Yuruyoruz sahili sonra sokak calgicisina isaret veriyo mert. Bu sarkiyi soyluyorlar. Bana evlenme teklifi ediyo mert. Murat el cirpip olley diyor... Kabul ediyorum sonra eteafiöizdakiler alkisliyor.

Evlendik 1 yil ardindan. Evde ben murat mert birlikteyiz. Mutluyuz. Ben 2 yil sonra da hamile kaldim. Ama dusuk yaptim. Yillarca dogâmamis cocugum icin agladim Mert'in omzunda.

3 mayıs 2016da mert kollarimda öldü. Sevdigim adam öldügünde kollarimdaydi. Kalp krizi geçirdi. Hayat iste kimin ne kadar yasayacag belli degil. Allah cok sevdigi kulunu yanina erken alirmis :') kocam öldükten sonra hayatimi murata adadim. Murat simdi 16 yasinda. Bana anne diyor. Bu sarkiyi ne zaman dinlesem ölecek gibi hissediyorum. Bu da benim hikayem... Mert'im, sen sadece cennette degil, benim ve muratin kalbindesin...’‘

#postlarim

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androxys · 5 months

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Favorite Batman Story Tournament - Round 3

Pitting two classics against one another in this matchup! Y'all know the drill by now: fan propaganda below, but feel free to add on more!

Batman: A Lonely Place of Dying

This is a Batman story, a Nightwing story, a Robin origin story, and the foundation of the Batfam storytelling that defines the 90's. It's about grief and legacy and the desire to help and save people, the most important themes of Batman. It's the story that saved the soul of Batman after the death of Jason Todd threatened to send him into a grimdark misery spiral, and reaffirmed the need for hope and teamwork in Batman stories.

Batman (1940) #1

You might be thinking that I put this solely because it's Batman #1- which is partially true, but it also manages to be completely fucking iconic. Batman 1 is simply one of the funniest and most insane Batman stories I've ever read. It's split up into 4 stories of about 13 pages each, and each one hits it out of the park. Number 1 is the Joker's first appearance, and he kills a bunch of people in bizarre and over-the-top clever ways while the police are like "we're sure we'll get him this time". Golden Age Joker was the first incarnation of Joker I actually liked, I love that guy. Number 2 is Hugo Strange making a bunch of people into mutant monsters to commit crimes for him, and Batman shows that he is definitely living in 1940 before the editors decided to pump the brakes because he gives approximately no fucks about anything. He guns multiple people down from the Batplane. He shoots a guy off a building. He hangs a guy from a rope dangling from the Batplane. I think he kills 5 people in this one story. Number 3 is the first appearance of Catwoman, featuring Bruce and Dick trying to stop a succession of robberies on a boat, and there's a 2 page side diversion where Bruce takes all of the robbers' guns and lets Dick fight them solo and then looks directly into the camera to be like, "Wow, looks like criminals are cowards without their guns!! That's why being a criminal is bad and you definitely shouldn't do it, right kids?!" One of the first things Batman ever says to Catwoman is "quiet or papa spank", information I inflicted on all of my friends at the earliest opportunity. Then in number 4 Joker breaks out of prison and comes back and pioneers even more insane murder methods, before completely randomly accidentally stabbing himself in the chest and dying while fighting with Batman (who's just like "lol get rekt"). Joker was actually supposed to die and stay dead, but editor Whitney Ellsworth overruled it at the last minute and threw in 1 panel of a doctor being like "wait this guy's actually alive!!", thus setting up the next 80 years of Joker-filled plotlines. Do I think Batman 1 is objectively good, per se? Maybe not. However I think it's both entertaining and hilarious and the groundwork for so much that comes after, and we should remember our roots.

#dc comics #batman #favorite batman story tournament #polls

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louis-the-french-one · 1 year

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Joel Miller x Teen!GN Reader

AFAB Reader

Request : *verbal request from my friend* Can I have a Joel Miller fic of Reader coming out to Joel as Trans after they get attacked? Platonic/Parental relationship !

Type : Comfort

Relationship : Platonic/Parental

Summary : While on the road to get to Tommy, Joel and Reader get attacked, they get out just fine but Reader is exhausted, which leads to Reader coming out as trans and explaining that they wear a binder

Warnings : self-hatred, internalized transphobia, abusive wear of binder (BE SAFE MY LOVELY PEOPLE), coming-out, violence, swear words

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You and Joel were still looking for Tommy and had stopped in a town to get some more food and supplies. While wandering in the lonely streets, you had suddenly heard people talking just across the street. Three raiders were coming your way. It took only a second for Joel to notice them as well.

“Fuck! Run Y/N, Run” Joel suddenly whispered/screamed.

“Fucking hell Joel ! Fuck!” You said, startled.

You did as asked and ran to safety in a nearby house. Joel though, quickly hid behind an old car and took the raiders by surprise, killing one from a bullet before going to fight the other two with a knife, whom ran towards him. While Joel was fighting them the best he could, and you were hiding, you quickly realised he was gonna need help seing he had managed to kill another one but the last was putting up a great fight. Taking a deep breath, already tucking at your binder, you opened the back door of the house and ran as fast as you could to where Joel had parked the car, you knew he had extra shotguns in there, though he never let you use them.

Running as fast as you could, it took you a few minutes to get to the car, you took a shotgun he had hidden in the trunk, loaded it, took bullets with you and got ready to run again. Your ribcage was already killing you, ‘now is not the time to take my binder off’, you thought. Even out of breath you got back to running. You tripped a few times, your mind dizzy from the pain and the lack of air. You manage to get back to Joel whom was struggling, stuck under the last raider alive, He put all his strength into stopping the knife that was currently threatening to stab his throat.

Once you got a few meters away from the scene, you stopped and lifted the shot gun. Your vision was blurry but you had to do it, you had to help Joel. Gathering all the strength you had left and taking one last short breath, you shot the raider in the arm, hurting him just enough so that Joel could get back on top of him, steal his knife and cut his throat.

But your brain had reached its limits, you fell to the ground, desperately tucking your binder in a last desperate attempt at breathing,you just needed a little more air. Joel, instantly worried about you, ran to your side and picked up your head, laying it on his legs.

“Are you okay?! Fuck Y/N are you hurt!?” Joel asked you in a grave voice.

“Hm Hm, yeah, I’m fine, I just need to catch my breath” You whispered, your eyes were closed. You were focused on trying to breathe through your stomach.

“Y/N look at me, you don’t seem fine”Joel said. You could sense the panic in his voice although it was steady.

“I- I ... I can’t breathe, give me a minute please”You said, your voice cracking up with each word.

“Why? Why Y/N ? let me see”With his words Joel went to lift up your shirt but you quickly stopped him, your eyes now open and looking right at him.

“NO! No... Please, Joel, Don’t...”You struggled to breathe. “Don’t look.”

“Y/N please, I need to know what’s wrong.”

Your head was spinning, your eyes were in his. Not knowing what was happening anymore, you decided to tell him. You knew you would have to say it someday, well today was the day, right there, hardly breathing in his arms.

“I’m just, I’m... I’m wearing a binder Joel...” You waited but he didn’t say anything, of course he didn’t understand what you meant. “I’m trans, Joel. I’m wearing a binder, to compress my chest.”

“Okay”He simply said.

“Yeah, just give me a few minutes”You repeated, very nervous.

You and Joel stayed like that, your head on his lap, in complete silence for a few minutes. His gaze alternated between you and the streets, checking for any danger. Yours was fixed on him, still waiting for him to say something, anything. Finally, after what felt like forever, you breath steadied and your head stopped spinning.

“I’m sorry”You said suddenly.

“For what?”Joel replied.

“For what I said, for fainting, for who I am...”You started crying.

“Hey, it’s okay kid. I can’t force you take off that thing. It seems important to you” Joel assumed respectfully.

“It is, it really is” You quickly noted.

“And if it stops your breathing obviously it’s gonna make you faint,it’s fine,just be careful, you won’t have to save my ass next time hopefully.” He laughed a bit at the end. “And never apologise for who you are kid, you do you, I respect that”

“But, But it’s not normal, I’m not normal Joel.. I-I hate myself and I hate my body, and I hate how I have to wear this binder to feel like myself while it kills me slowly and put us in danger. Fuck, I’m so sorry Joel”You are left sobbing on his lap, turning to hide your face.

Joel lifted you and hugged you tightly. One of his hand in your hair caressing it to sooth you.

“shhh, it’s okay, you’re just a kid you’ll be fine, we’ll be fine. You are you and it’s all that matters. I am not mad at you. I just want you to know I see you as you and nothing else, this thing or not I don’t care. What I care about is you, and I'm sure if your chest really bothers you we can find a doctor that can do something about it. It’s okay kid” He declared.

“Thank you, thank you so much Joel” You continued crying, but were relieved.

“It’s okay, now let’s get going, it’s not safe to stay out there”He reminded you.

Eventually Joel let go off you and helped you get up. He smiled softly at you before taking the shotgun and walking back the car. You had had enough action for today.

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!Reminder that english is not my first language, be kind in the comments!

#joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #the last of us #the last of us x reader #coming-out fic #self-hatred #internalized transphobia #comfort #dad!joel miller #teen!reader #be safe with binders #yes even in the apocalypse #x gender neutral reader #afab reader #x reader

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avocado-writing · 2 years

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here you go! I enjoyed this one, it was sweet.

Tagging: @venusthepirate @lunarpansexual @wanderedaway

Reblogs appreciated, Requests open - let me know if you want to be tagged for future works!

This is the last time he fights at a dentist.

Really, the pay isn’t worth it. Dentists have always set him on edge. Lemon has a vivid memory of being a child stuck in the chair which dwarfs him, taking in deep gulps of too-chemically-clean air. The whole place gives him the heebie-jeebies now.

So he wasn’t in the dental office when you and Tangerine were, meaning he didn’t notice the bullet clip the canister of nitrous oxide. He wasn’t there while the gas slowly filled the room. In fact, he only realises the fallout when he’s finished dealing with the guys in reception, leaving the place littered with unconscious bystanders.

His heart stops in his chest for a moment when he sees the two of you collapsed. His mind jumps to the worst. Both of you gone on one mission? That would be his hell. His hell on fucking earth.

But then he realises that, of the three bodies in the room, only one of them has any blood on it and it belongs to the mark you came here to get. He doesn’t know what the dentist did to piss off someone enough to take out a hit, but the contract’s definitely been fulfilled.

He checks to make sure your chest is rising and falling before walking into the room, holding his breath. He picks the gas canister up and throws it out the window into the alley below, letting it be the rats’ problem.

Then with a sigh he carries you both out to reception. Well, he carries you, drags Tangerine. Sits you down on a waiting bench. Checks over your vitals quickly and realises there’s nothing more sinister than anaesthetic in your system.

Right. Good. His initial panic is replaced by the very stark realisation he’s about to have to play babysitter.

Lemon groans.

He decides to get Tangerine out first. This isn’t the first time he’s carried his brother, he doubts it will be the last, but he’s never been such a dead weight before. In a fireman’s lift Lemon hauls him through the building, to the car park around the back. He feels Tangerine coming to as he opens the car door.

“Ge’r’off,” Tangerine groans, kicking ineffectually. Lemon dumps him into the backseat. Tangerine tries to lift his head and look around.

“Where’m I?”

“In the car, mate.”

“Wha’ car?”

“Our car.”

Lemon can tell from Tangerine’s surly expression he doesn’t like what he’s hearing. With one quick movement, he reaches over and grabs the seatbelt, clicking it into place over him. Tangerine tries to move but quickly finds himself restricted. Furious he starts to pull on the strap keeping him in place, only to find the safety harness activates and he can’t move it more than a couple of centimetres away from him.

Before he can cause any real trouble Lemon takes his gun away, shuts the door, and locks the car; leaving Tangerine in his one-on-one duel with his seatbelt.

When he gets back to reception, you’re awake enough to be looking around, dreadfully confused.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” he says, gently taking your arms and pulling you to your feet. You sway a little and try to pull away.

“Noooo,” you stretch the word out to be about twelve syllables longer than it needs to be.

“Why ‘no’?”

He’s a little entertained at your reaction. He’ll be able to tease you about this for months.

“I can’t go home with you! My husband will kill you.”

At that, he does laugh. He holds up his left hand.

“Love, I’m your husband.”

“What?!” you gasp, slapping your hands to your cheeks in pure amazement. “You’re my husband?! You’re so handsome!”

He feels pretty chuffed with that to be fair, but that feeling is quickly overtaken when he sees tears form in your eyes.

“Hey, hey,” he says, soothingly, “what’s the matter?”

“I’m so happy,” you reply, caressing your own wedding ring, and bursting into tears. But you let Lemon put his arm around you and walk you to the car, where Tangerine is still fighting his seatbelt and losing.

“How long have we been married?” you ask as he straps you in.

“Three years.”

“Three years,” you repeat, awed. “Do we really love each other?”

He smiles.

“We do.”

#bullet train #lemon bullet train #lemon bullet train x reader #lemon x reader #lemon x you #bullet train fanfic #bullet train x reader #lemon fic #lemon and tangerine #request

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brkwingss · 17 days

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For: Elizabeth ( @elizabeaufort ) Location: Deserted Parking Lot, late night

8pm

Fuck. One of the rare nights in which Ricardo was running late for something importantly, normally he arrived thirty minutes early to important things, but Tallulah (his motorcycle) was giving him a bit of trouble and he didn't own a car so there was nothing he could until he figured out what was wrong with his bike. He thought about shooting Elizbeath a text that he was running late but ended up getting heavily side-tracked with Tallulah.

8:20-30pm

After twenty minutes, Ricardo was finally on the road to pick Elizbeath up. He pulled up in front of her job, assuming se had been waiting there this whole time. When she didn't pick up his calls (eight times in a row), or replied to his text messages, the feeling of dread took over as he began to realize that she had probably gone on ahead without him. Of all days for him to be running late, why did it have to be tonight? If anything had happened to her due to him.... Ricardo shook his head of the thought. Before taking off, he reached behind him to make sure the black pistol he had brought was still tucked in nice and snug.

8:40pm

Luckily the spot wasn't far from Gentille Fille. He parks his bike in a random spot of the lot, scanning it, letting out a small sigh of relief when he doesn't see Elizabeth's car here. There were just a couple of tall bushes that blocked some spots from view, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Maybe she had changed her mind? Even so the lack of communication was not like her. So, he sends another text to tell her he was here, and it's only as he awaits the respond that he hears some commotion coming from around the corner of one of the bushes. He decides to leave his bike where it's at, it's not too far, one hand reaching for the gun as he approached to where the noise was coming.

#threads: ricardo & elizbaeth #gun tw

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b3thesda-b3tch · 5 months

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Fallout 4 Bobblehead Locations

Concord/Lexington Area - NW

Perception bobblehead - Museum of Freedom: On a desk next to a broken terminal in the back of the room where the player character first meets Preston Garvey.

Repair bobblehead - Corvega assembly plant: On the very end of the top exterior gantry (blue balloon), southwest roof section of the plant building on top of a wooden box.

Saugus/Salem Area - NE

Explosives bobblehead - Saugus Ironworks: In the blast furnace, on the second level catwalk behind Slag's spawn, sitting on top of a control panel attached to the wall to the left of a steamer trunk.

Charisma bobblehead - Parsons State Insane Asylum: On Jack Cabot's office desk, close to the elevator, administration area.

Sneak bobblehead - Dunwich Borers: On a small metal table by a lantern, right next to the metal post terminal area #4.

Barter bobblehead - Longneck Lukowski's Cannery: Inside the metal catwalk hut, northwest upper area of the main cannery room.

Science bobblehead - Malden Middle School (Vault 75): On the desk overlooking the subterranean "training" area, within the science labs.

Central East Area (North of Natick)

Energy - Fort Hagen Command Center: In the command center, southwest kitchens, on a small table between two fridges. (Accessible only during/after the main quest Reunions).

Boston Area - Central

Lock picking bobblehead - Pickman Gallery: Last tunnel chamber where one can see Pickman; On the ground between brick pillars and a bin fireplace.

Strength bobblehead - Mass Fusion building: On the head of the metal wall statue/sculpture five levels above the lobby desk.

Speech bobblehead - Park Street station (Vault 114): In the overseer's office on the desk. Found when rescuing Nick Valentine after he goes missing.

Intelligence bobblehead - Boston Public Library: On the computer bank, mechanical room, northwest corner of the library.

Melee bobblehead - Trinity Tower: On a table in the cage where Rex Goodman and Strong are being held.

Medicine bobblehead - Vault 81: In Curie's office, southeast corner of the Vault.

Quincy Area - SE

Unarmed bobblehead - Atom Cats garage: On the hood of the rusty car in the main warehouse.

Endurance bobblehead - Poseidon Energy: On the metal desk with a magazine, near steamer trunk, central metal catwalk.

Agility bobblehead - Wreck of the FMS Northern Star: On the edge of the bow of the ship, wooden platform.

Luck bobblehead - Spectacle Island: In the 2nd deck pilot house of a green tugboat located at the southern end of Spectacle Island, on a locker shelf near the steamer trunk.

South Central Area

Small guns bobblehead - Gunners plaza: On the broadcast desk in the on-air room, first floor, west side of the building.

Big guns bobblehead - Vault 95: In the living quarters area, northern most room, on a radio.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #fallout 4 bobbleheads

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filipfuckingtelford · 1 year

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Aim for the head Part 1

I just thought what would be to the club if the walking dead invaded the streets of Charming. It would be probably quite a long one, but we'll se how it goes. Feel free to express your opinion on this kind of stuff

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Now in the course of time Chibs couldn’t really tell how it all started. It seemed that they’ve just came back from Ireland and Clay, Jax and others were out of prison, and the club was seriously discussing drug traffic, and the new sheriff seemed the main problem. And now a year later, club became one of the rare groups of survivors, and TM car service – a real fortress in the dead Charming.

That morning a year ago it all went as usual, everyone gathered in the clubhouse for a vote, but suddenly Jax’s phone rang and sons, sitting around the table heard Tara’s voice, high and loud with fear. They knew something awful happened. Something that wasn’t even possible to realize.

"Something’s going on in St. Thomas. We have to go there." Jax said, making his way outside. Others followed, silent and tense.

Further actions were going on in some dreadful daze, as if it was some kind of movie. Yet it wasn’t. Sons parked their bikes in front of the hospital and hurried inside as people – patients and medics - screaming and crying, were rushing in the opposite direction, some of them covered in blood.

"Tara!" Jax called, running along the corridor. Inside it was all a mess, broken furniture, blood on the floor and walls.

Some noise could be heard in one of the exam rooms they were passing by. Chibs stopped, pulling his gun out of the holster and carefully opened the door, peeking into the room. He saw a man in a hospital robe, sitting on his knees, bending over the body dressed in medical robe. Telford thought a guy might need help.

"Hey you, what…" He started, but before he could finish his question the man, or whatever it was, turned around, groaned as some kind of a beast and began to walk towards Chibs. His face was covered in blood, a piece of flesh hanging from the corner of his mouth, his eyes pale, with no sign of life in them. He was moving slowly and clumsy, but his hands were stretched out towards Chibs, fingers scratching air. It was so unreal, so disgusting and creepy that Filip couldn’t move for couple of seconds, but his instincts then woke up even earlier than his mind, he shoot couple of times, and in some kind of a slow motion he saw, how bullets ripped the flesh on this creature’s chest. Yet it didn’t even stop, didn’t even notice and just kept moving forward. “Yer bastard” Chibs muttered, aiming higher and making another shot, this time in the middle of monster’s forehead. Somehow it helped, creature stopped, rocking from side to side slightly and fell on the floor.

Filip took a deep breath, trying to wrap his mind around this scene; he couldn’t even imagine something like that in a real life. But there was no time to keep processing this information, as he heard fast heavy footsteps from around the corner where his brothers went, and in the next moment he saw them running, Jax holding Tara’s hand, yelling to others “We’re leaving! Call everyone; they have to get to TM as fast as possible with all of their families!”

Chibs joined sons as they were rushing towards the exit, pulling his phone out. As they made their way to the parking, Telford, Clay and Tig managed to call everyone who wasn’t in the. Driving along the streets of Charming Chibs saw many scared, hurt people and he really wanted to help them, but he also saw same creatures as the one he hopefully killed in the hospital, so he knew there’s not much sons could do before they really understand what’s going on.

The TM’s parking was crowded, every member of SAMCRO and their families were now there waiting for the members of the club to come back. People were scared; people were confused as much as Chibs himself. Gates were opened to let Jax and others in and closed as fast as possible. “What happened?” “What’s going on?” people kept asking, but Clay hopped off his bike and raised his arm.

"Quiet!" He said firmly. "Members – inside, others – wait. We need time to discuss. Tara, come, you have all the information."

Noise around ceased as the club members headed inside, followed by Tara. Guys sat around the table looking at each other with a question in their eyes. “Did you see this?” was this question but no one dared to ask it out loud. Everyone had another question for themselves – have I gone mad?

"Tara, speak." Clay stated as everyone shifted their gaze on her.

"There’s not much I can tell." She was standing behind Jax, her fingers gripping the back of his chair. – It was a usual day in the hospital, they asked me to check a man in the ER who was attack by some homeless on the street. I went down there and saw a man with a bite on his arm, quite a bad bite I must admit. As I was preparing to stitch him, he suddenly went insane; he attacked the nurse and when she tried to leave the room – followed her to the corridor. I locked the door and called Jax, and as I was waiting for you to come, he attacked several other people in the corridor. I don’t know what was going on there, only heard some noise, scream and so on.

"I got it." Clay nodded and looked at Chibs. "You were shooting. Why?"

"I…" Chibs cleared his throat wondering if he’s really gonna say it. But he probably had to. "I heard a noise from the exam room and as you went further, I stopped to check. There was some creature, it was… Ugh, it was eating someone! And he noticed me, he turned to me and walked my direction, trying to get me. I put two bullets in bastards chest but he didn’t even notice. Only when I shot it in the head it fell down and I still have no fucking idea if it’s really dead."

Everyone was silent, not even looking at each other, everyone knew what Filip saw in the hospital and what they saw on the streets. And no matter how crazy it was, there was only one explanation to it.

"Okay." Juice broke the silence finally. He was younger than the rest of the club and it was probably easier for him to believe this incredible thought. "I think we have no other option than to admit… Those people became… well, let’s call it zombie."

Sons looked at Ortiz and each of them was trying to find any fact that could prove him wrong, and no one could find any. The guy in the hospital was bitten by some homeless, he then bit several people in St. Thomas who ran outside and by the time guys were going back to the clubhouse they already saw several “zombies”. It proved that this virus or whatever it was is spreading way too fast. Now what the club had to do is to find any way to protect their people.

It was almost a year ago. And in these past months guys learned how to avoid zombies or, how they called those bastards – empties. They knew now that the empties are attracted by the noise so it was vital to be as quiet as possible using barrel silencers and avoid riding bikes when it was possible. They also soon found out that “aim for the head” is not just a phrase from zombie movies. Club made its main priority at first to make their clubhouse territory as safe and fortified as possible, build a buffer zone around the gate to have opportunity to go in and out safe, harden the walls of their fortress and place watchtowers around so every moment the surroundings of the clubhouse was under control. They also used some space in the yard to make a small garden with vegetables and to keep chickens. The car service was rebuilt to give a place to sleep for everyone in separate and common rooms.

While the mobile phones were still working, Clay contacted Mayans and 9ers to coordinate their actions. Every club was accepting people in their shelter, just random citizens who couldn’t leave Charming for some reasons, so three clubs divided the city in three parts to take care of people there and to gather supplies. They also visited St. Thomas all together to spread medicaments between gangs. Surprisingly, there was not such a big deal to make those agreements as everyone was trying to unite in front of the common problem. And expectedly the police was not really helpful, as the police office was one of the first places invaded by the empties.

Life in the clubhouse was slowly getting to something that could be called almost normal. There was the only thing that was bothering some of club’s members. Clay and Gemma’s daughter, Y/N, was somewhere out there in the big world, crowded with dozens of empties as several years ago she left to San Francisco. Many times club members discussed what can be done to get her back here, but they all knew – it was impossible as she could’ve been anywhere now.

It was Chibs’ turn that day to stay on the watchtower by the gates of the clubhouse. He was leaned against the tower wall, cigarette in the corner of his lips, sniper rifle placed next to him; he was watching the street lazily. Several empties were dangling around but it didn’t really bother Telford. Club decided that spending bullets on every single empty was wrong, so they shot those bastards around the base only before someone was about to go to another raid or another ride. Telford was thinking about the future, is there any chance that somehow everything will get back to normal? Is there any possibility to stop empties? He was worried, because lately there started to appear some new forms of monsters, faster and stronger than usual ones, who knows, what else can happen.

Filip’s attention was suddenly caught by some uncommon movement from the left, down the street. He raised his riffle and looked through the optical sight. A woman was moving fast towards the clubhouse, she had a big knife which she used to kill empties she met on her way, and Chibs could swear she knew how to deal with these bastards. He was curious who she was and what she was doing here in Charming, everyone who could leave left ages ago and those who couldn’t were now living in this clubhouse or with other two gangs and it was doubtful that anyone would visit Charming by their own will. As the girl got closer, Filip felt some sense of recognition. Her face seemed similar to him and only mud on it made it hard to realize who she was. Several moments later he finally understood.

"Get ready to open the gate on my command!" He said to one of the prospects downside and aimed for the empty that was quite close to the girl. As the monster fell down, the girl looked up in the direction of the shot and smiled. Chibs, who was now the only one to know she’s back, smiled as well and a moment later eliminated another monster.

"What’s going on there?" Clay’s voice was heard from the doorway of the clubhouse, but Telford didn’t answer. He was busy, clearing the way for the girl, and she was now running towards the gate.

"Open the gate, Ratboy!" Telford commanded soon, as Y/N was about to enter.

The prospect obeyed, even though Clay was rushing towards him to stop him at least before Chibs explained what’s going on. But the president stopped half his way, shocked by the sight opened to him. Telford remained in his post, unable to see what followed, but he could imagine the happy reunion of the family. He heard Clay’s and Gemma’s voices as they were leading their daughter to the clubhouse.

Only in the evening when his duty was over, Chibs had an opportunity to welcome Y/N back. He found her in the clubhouse, sitting on the couch, her hair still wet after shower, Gemma’s clothes she put on way too big for her little body. Telford was stunned for couple of moments; he couldn’t believe how she grew up. When she left five years ago she was almost a child, only 18, and now Y/N became young beautiful woman. He forced himself to leave these thoughts behind, came closer to her and smiled.

"Y/N, can’t believe you managed to get here alone from the San Francisco! Glad to see you though." – Chibs sat in the armchair and lit a cigarette.

"I wasn’t alone during some parts of my journey." Y/N smiled back at him. "Thank you for assisting the last moments of it, Fillip. It was you on that watchtower, right?"

Filip nodded and stretched his body, tensed after hours of standing still up there. Somehow he was glad it was him to be the first son to know about Y/N comeback.

"Tell me, how did you survive? It was a mess here in Charming for the first weeks and I can’t even imagine how bad it could be in a city with thousands of people." He asked after he poured himself some scotch.

"I was lucky to join my college mate. When we saw some shit on the street and realized what it really was, we jumped in the car and left the city before it became impossible. Then in the countryside we had do split up, as he was heading to his hometown as well. I found a map on the gas station and some food and started my journey. Can you give me a cigarette?" Y/N suddenly interrupted her story and after Chibs gave her one, continued. "For some time I was just walking in the set direction, trying to avoid crawlers."

"Crawlers?" Chibs raised his brow in surprise

"I call them crawlers… They crawl around blindly, you know…" Y/N looked confused. "How do you call them?"

"Empties… I named the first one I killed that because his eyes were… empty." Chibs smirked, he still remembered that scene in St. Thomas. "But please, continue."

"Then I met a group of survivors who was going the same way and joined them. Good people, Neal and Gina Stone - married couple and their two grown up sons, Russell and Tyler. They were really kind to me, we were helping each other and for couple of months stayed together." Y/N paused and took a drag from her cigarette. Chibs waited for her to continue, but already knew, something bad happened. As a proof for his thoughts she said. "Then… once we stopped for the night in an abandoned gas station, a huge bunch of crawlers attacked us."

Y/N went silent again, and Chibs saw how hard it was for her to talk about it. He understood her well, in this past year sons lost several people and even with all of their guns, there sometimes wasn’t much they can do against a big group of empties. He covered her palm with his own, trying to calm her down.

"You don’t have to tell me if it’s hard for you. I understand." He stated quietly.

She sobbed and nodded. – I was outside in the woods, gathering some benches for the fire, and when I came back it was all over. If it wasn’t my turn to go for supplies I would’ve been dead…

"It’s bad those good people are gone, Y/N. But I’m glad you are here now. Your parents and Jax couldn’t stop thinking of you, we were really considering a ride to find you." Chibs tried to distract her somehow and it probably helped.

"You guys are absolutely crazy here." She smirked and shook her head "How on earth could you find me, even if I stayed in San Francisco, in such a big city without any even approximate direction. I’m glad you decided to leave this idea. It would’ve been a suicide mission."

"Now I’m glad we didn’t go. But I think you worth any risk to be honest, lass." Chibs didn’t know why he said that, just felt this way. He would have no doubt if he needed to risk himself to save this girl.

The door opened and Clay entered, accompanied with Tig and Happy, who just came back from another raid for supplies. Every time sons had to go further and further to find something useful. This time it seemed guys were lucky to find quite a good amount of canned food, some alcohol and cigarettes. And as it was very good day for the club Clay decided to through a party. So very soon the clubhouse was full of people, dancing, drinking and laughing. Chibs and Y/N had to stop their conversation and join the others.

In several weeks sons gathered around their table again, they needed to discuss a new issue – nothing was heard from 9ers for couple of days, although usually members of each gang used to leave some signs for others on the border of their territory during every outing for supplies. It could be anything – if anyone needed help with some food or materials, they could leave a note for other clubs and usually got what they needed, or if something unusual was seen by one gang, they left information for others and so on. And for almost a week there were nothing from 9ers. Even Alvarez and his people left a note for sons, letting them know that Mayans didn’t hear anything from the third part. So guys gathered around the table to decide whether it would be a good decision to enter 9ers territory and find out what happened.

To the surprise of those present, Y/N was also there. She was sitting quietly on the chair in the corner of the room. The presence of any woman here during any discussion was so unusual that Chibs couldn’t hide a question in his eyes, when he looked at Clay. Others seemed to wait for an answer from their president as well.

"I asked Y/N to join us, because she knows more about empties and how to survive around them better than anyone here." Clay said, looking on his brothers carefully. He was the first one to stand against breaking any rule the club had, but the circumstances changed a lot. While we were sitting here in our safe house, with all of our guns and people, she was out there walking alone most of the last year, and hardly she had any safe place to stay. So I thought it might be useful to ask for her advice. I expect we’ll meet something bad at 9ers territory. Furthermore, I’m afraid, soon we’ll have to go further and further, outside of Charming in order to get supplies."

Nobody answered, Chibs just nodded, he knew Clay was right, he also saw his brothers nodding as well. Everyone understood, they were lucky to have such a safe shelter, but one day they will have to start leaving in for longer than several hours. Local shops, drug stores, hardware stores and other places with useful stuff were now all empty. And the clubhouse needed new resources to keep people safe, fed and healthy.

"Okay. If there are no objections, let us begin." Clay said after awhile. "We should now decide whether we go to niners territory to check on them. Yay or nay."

Everyone voted positive. Everyone knew that something bad happened with 9ers and didn’t want to let it spread all over Charming.

"Good. Now let’s decide who will go." Clay looked around, while sons were all silent.

"I’ll go." Chibs stated firmly. He had nothing to lose, no family, nothing at all

"Me too." Tig said and closed his eyes.

"I’ll go too" Jax was determined to join his brothers but Telford had other opinion

"No way Jacky Boy." He shook his head. "You have a family, your wife, your sons they need you."

"I agree" Clay sighed. " You better stay, Jax. We all know you will risk your life for this club, but it’s not that case."

"I hate you, guys" Jax smirked but didn’t argue.

"I’ll join you." Said Juice finally. He was young and probably scared of going there, but he was a good brother as well and wanted to help

"I’m in." Happy as usual didn’t see use in many words.

"Nay, Hap. Think of your mom." Chibs declined and Happy couldn’t disagree. His old mother needed her son.

"So, there are three of you, I think we need one more and we’re done." Clay stated

There was silence for several moments and then the voice from the corner made everyone jump, as sons almost forgot about Y/N.

"I will go there too." She said, rising from her chair. "There might be many crawlers out there if what I think happened. I know how to deal with big groups."

"But…" Chibs looked up at Y/N and then at Clay, trying to find any arguments against her decision. He just couldn’t stand the very thought of her being put to danger. And couldn’t explain his reaction even to himself. "You’ve just came back here, just started to feel safe and you want to go out there again? Let us deal with it for you."

"I’m grateful for it, Filip, but I’ve been there, I know what to do in case of danger." Y/N shook her head and looked at Clay "Dad, I will go. I can help."

Clay hesitated for couple of moments. He couldn’t believe he will send his own daughter to this dangerous mission. But she was the one to survive outside for almost a year. Finally he nodded and hit the table with his wooden hammer.

"Chibs, you are in charge of the group" He said after a moment, while sons started leaving the room one by one - Be ready to go in two hours. Better take bikes, you don’t need to carry much stuff and bikes are more maneuverable.

Telford nodded shortly and left as well. He needed some time to calm down a bit. Making his way outside of the clubhouse he lit a cigarette and took a deep drag on it, then let the smoke out slowly. He needed to stop being afraid, otherwise he won’t be able to lead the group, to think strait. And now he was really scared. He couldn’t believe Y/N would be put to danger so fast after coming back home. For those past few weeks he was spending a lot of time with her, their duties on watch towers were often at the same time, so they could talk about her life outside and about what happened in the club. Chibs told Y/N how Opie died, when he and Jax were out for supplies. They entered one of the grocery stores, while Jax was checking the fridges, Opie went to the storage on the back. There was an empty. Just one bastard. But he attacked suddenly, right when Opie opened the door and bit him on the neck. Jax had to shoot his best friend, as by that time sons knew – it takes from twenty minutes to two hours for virus to turn you into the monster.

The more Filip was spending time with Y/N the more he felt attracted to her, even though he tried to keep those thoughts away. She was a beautiful, smart young lady with a perfect sense of humor; she was still caring and gentle, no matter how rough her past year was. Talking to her late at nights felt so good and calming. And now she would go outside with him, Tig and Juice, and Fillip was terrified. He couldn’t even imagine what he would do if she gets hurt and he won’t be able to help. So Chibs knew he should be as cold-blooded as possible.

The door of the club house opened and Y/N came out, light smile on her lips as if she wasn’t even nervous. She sat next to Chibs on the bench and lit a cigarette as well.

"Why are you so tensed, Filip?" She looked him in the eyes.

"I’m just worried about you, lass. What if I can’t protect you out there?" He frowned.

"You don’t have to. I really appreciate it, but I can protect myself. I know how to survive." Y/N covered his palm with her own, sending shivers down his spine, and smiled gently. "Don’t worry, we’ll be okay."

Chibs didn’t know what to answer. She was right, but the only thought he might lose her made his blood run cold. By this point he had to admit it – he had feelings for her. Chibs didn’t expect it from himself. He hardly ever thought of being with someone for many years now. He once had family, wife and daughter and it was all gone. Several attempts to start new relationships didn’t work and he forgot about it concentrating on club needs and issues. Before Y/N came back. Now he felt it again, this worry inside when he was thinking about this lass, this awe when she was near or touched him. And despite all this, Chibs also knew for sure, those feeling should be hidden and locked deep in his heart.

"We have to go get ready for the mission." Y/N said finally, distracting Chibs from his gloomy thoughts. He nodded and they both went back to the club house, to their rooms to get everything they might need.

In an hour the group gathered on the parking lot. They put on proper clothes – lightly armored pants and long-sleeves with carbon inserts that could protect them from any accidental bite but couldn’t of course stop the heavy attack of the empties. Guys also got their silenced guns and Y/N had her big bowie knife in the scabbard on her hip.

"You don’t have a gun?" Chibs frowned. On his opinion it was better to keep as long distance with empties as possible.

"You don’t find many gun shops out there, you know. So I’m used to this knife, it can be even more effective than your guns. Don’t worry about me, Filip!" Y/N shook her head and touched his shoulder. "Can I ride with you?"

He could only nod to her question, there were no arguments left, she knew what to do and she was more confident than any other member of their team. Sons got on their bikes, Y/N sat behind Chibs and wrapper her arms around his waist, holding tightly. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath before he was able to even move. Then the group left the safe house and headed towards the 9ers territory.

Streets were as usual empty, except for the empties, which were slowly walking out of their holes, attracted by the roar of three bikes. They were too slow though, so Chibs, Tig, Juice and Y/N had nothing to worry about so far. Couple of times they met quite a big group of empties, but managed to drive around them by the nearby streets.

"We better leave bikes couple of blocks away from niners’ base" Y/N said to Chibs’ ear and he nodded.

That’s what they did. Two blocks before the 9ers safehouse, Chibs parked his bike on the roadside, Tig and Juice followed his lead. Several empties were moving slowly and clumsy towards the group, so several accurate shots left them finally dead lying on the ground. There soon would be more of them, the sound of engines was heard far away and dozens of monsters were now crawling to the direction it went from, but for now the group was safe. They would have to deal with this problem later.

"We should go. There were still no signs of niners so far and I’m afraid those crawlers got them." Y/N said, looking at Chibs, Tig and Juice. "I’ve seen this before and heard about shelters crowded by its former residents. One bitten man who didn’t tell his mates about the bite is enough to turn a safe house into hell. So we will probably see the same situation. Be ready to leave as soon as we have enough information."

"I’m afraid this girl is right… When Kozik… you know…" Tig started but couldn’t continue. Chibs and Juice seemed to understand what he’s talking about, but Y/N didn’t even know who this Kozik was and what happened to him. She didn’t ask anything, it wasn’t the right moment for another long tragic story.

"Let’s go, guys." Chibs made a move with his hand, pulled the gun out of the holster and headed along the street towards the 9ers shelter.

Others followed, moving quietly and slowly, looking around carefully. They’ve met several empties on their way, nothing special, just the usual dumb slow creatures. Those who were trying to attack were killed by a bullet of by the accurate fast hit of the bowie knife. The more Chibs saw how Y/N deal with her weapon the more he understood how this young lass survived. This knife was not just a piece of metal, but an extension of her body. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t think before she made another hit, piercing another monster’s head. It seemed so natural, as if she was taught to kill empties from her childhood.

Finally they saw the gates of 9ers base. Unlike Sons, 9ers chose to turn an old big lumber yard into their shelter. Massive wooden fence was lined with thick metal sheets, making it impossible for any monster to crawl inside. But it couldn’t save from those who appear in the shelter. Gates were closed and no one could be seen on the watch towers around.

"How do we get inside?" Tig asked, looking around.

"We have to climb over the fence" Juice suggested. And he was right, the fence was quite high but together they would pass it.

"We should get to one of the towers; it would be easier to get down on the opposite side." Chibs nodded, hiding his gun and made his way towards the fence. "Come here, lass, I’ll hoist you first and then the others."

Y/N followed Chibs and soon climbed up the wall with his help. She grabbed onto the platform of the watch tower and pulled herself up on it. Standing up she looked around and sighed. Soon Juice, Tig and Chibs climbed on the tower as well and now all four were watching 9ers downstairs. Or those who were 9ers, as now the entire base was infested by the empties, slowly crawling around.

"They’re all gone?" Juice whispered, shocked. Nobody answered. It was obvious. But he still couldn’t believe "How could it happen?"

"I told you how." Y/N sighed and looked at Ortiz "Probably one of them was bitten, but decided not to tell anyone. It all depends on when he turned. If there was no one around at the moment, they’ve got one crawler inside and they didn’t expect it, so being relaxed they became easy targets for the monster. And then it started spreading exponentially."

For several minutes they kept standing on the tower, watching what was a shelter before. Sons thought about the situation with Kozik and that their own club house could be the same if they were not so lucky. And Y/N thought about the shelter she found on her way. Stones, the family she joined, told her that there was a safe place where people were living in peace and had everything they needed. The Promised Land they called it. They even told Y/N an approximate coordinates of this place, they were dreaming to get there and settle, to have a normal life again. So after a tragedy, when those wonderful people were gone, Y/N decided to visit this so to call promised land, luckily it was on her way. And when she got there, it was not as beautiful as Stones used to tell her. It was a settlement with no man alive in it. Only crawlers, former citizens turned into, were walking along the streets. So Y/N new, it could happen with any, even good fortified and reliable, base if only people would let themselves think they are completely safe inside the walls.

"We should leave." Chibs stated finally "We’ll discuss what to do with this place, for now empties are locked inside and can’t get on the streets."

They were about to start climbing down the wall to get back to their bikes when Tig, who was still looking carefully somewhere, whispered “wait! There’s someone there”

Everyone looked at the same direction Trager was pointing. For some time Chibs couldn’t see anything, but then he noticed some movement in one of the buildings. There was someone inside, someone alive - he was making signs with a flashlight.

"We should help." Tig said, even though nor him, neither Chibs and Juice knew how to get there.

"Maybe we can tread there by the edge of the wall?" Juice finally suggested, but it seemed doubtful and he knew it. The building where the survivor was hiding was located too far from the wall.

"We will walk through the crowd." Y/N said suddenly and Sons looked at her confused as if she lost her mind. Yet she seemed to be pretty confident.

"How can we do that?" Chibs frowned, trying to read her thoughts as if he could.

"We need to find couple of crawlers outside of the base and I’ll show you. Two people would be enough. Who wants to join me?" She was absolutely calm and seemed to know what to do.

"I’ll go with you." Chibs replied before anyone else could react. He couldn’t allow anyone else to risk and couldn’t let her go alone.

Y/N climbed down the wall on the almost empty street outside, followed by Chibs. She looked around and spotted the empty not far from them. She approached it carefully before Telford could stop her and beheaded it with one fast move. Then she pulled its body closer to the fence.

"There’s another one we killed on the way here." She pointed on another empty laying on the ground fifty meters away from them. "Bring it here."

Chibs obeyed, even though he still had no idea what she’s going to do. And when he dragged the lifeless body closer he saw some awful and shocking scene. Y/N ripped monster’s belly and chest with her knife and now was covering herself with its guts.

"Jesus Christ, Y/N, what the fuck are you doing?" Chibs exclaimed, covering his nose and mouth with his arm. The smell of dead body was so nauseating and Y/N seemed to not paying any attention to it.

"Don’t you know why crawlers don’t eat each other?" She asked as if nothing special happened and ripped open the monster Chibs brought. "They don’t react to their own smell, only to humans. Cover yourself in its guts and blood and they wouldn’t pay any attention to you. Here, follow my lead."

It took a lot of courage for Chibs to force himself to take some awfully looking and smelling goo from inside of the dead body and spread it all over his face, chest and legs. Y/N finished with her own disguise, even her face was covered, so Filip had no other choice than to do the same. Then they helped each other with spreading guts on their backs and made their way back up the tower, accompanied with Tig’s and Juice’s confused expressions.

"Later." Y/N stopped them from asking questions "We don’t have much time before it starts drying out. Filip, remember, we should be quiet and move the same way they move, it’s very important. Don’t panic, don’t hurry. Just follow me and we’ll be okay, I promise."

She started climbing down the ladder and Chibs, taking a deep breath, followed Y/N. He couldn’t believe how crazy this lass was and liked her even more for that. They soon found themselves on the street surrounded by empties, Y/N seemed to feel confident and cold-blooded while Chibs had to count in his thoughts slowly to keep himself calm. Empties were everywhere, they were quietly groaning, swaying on one place or moving slowly in different directions, hitting each other, hitting Y/N and Chibs and still paying no attention to intruders. Chibs followed lass slowly, hardly understanding the direction they headed and how long they’ve been walking.

At some point Y/N stopped and looked up at Tig and Juice who were watching them. Tig pointed somewhere and Y/N nodded, it seemed he helped her to find the right direction to move. Soon even Chibs saw the house they needed and hardly stopped himself from fasten his steps. They stopped by the door and Filip wanted to knock, but Y/N grabbed his hand and shook her head. Instead, she approached the window where they spotted a light. She saw a man inside who wanted to hide at once, but realized she was not dead. In a moment the door opened, Chibs stepped in and soon Y/N joined him, pulling one of the empties inside. It was already completely dead and Filip had no idea when she managed to do it.

Y/N locked the door fast and took a deep breath. Chibs looked around as well, looking for the survivor. It was Laroy Wayne, the head of 9ers, or the former head it’s better to say. He was standing in the corner of the room, gun in his hand, ready to fight. But as he recognized Chibs, he lowered the weapon and smiled. Laroy looked tired and scared. God knows how he survived here alone.

"Thanks God!" Wayne exclaimed and then, scared, looked at the door. "I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw you guys on the tower."

"What happened here?" Chibs asked. His nerves were tensed and he wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, but the needed to know.

"Raj, one of my people…" Laroy shrug his shoulders "He was bitten but didn’t tell anyone."

Chibs just nodded, Y/N was right. And she was the one to help them get to Laroy. Now they needed to make their way back to the tower.

"Cover yourself in its blood and guts." While men were talking Y/N ripped open the empty she brought with herself from outside. The scene repeated, Laroy was shocked, disgusted, scared. He shook his head and stepped away, but Y/N insisted. "We got here safe only because we were all covered in it. There’s no other option. Do it if you want to get out of here safe."

Chibs nodded when Laroy looked at him confused, and it seemed to be enough for him to obey. Y/N meanwhile took some of the guts and spread a new layer on her body. Chibs followed her lead and soon all three of them were ready to go.

"We really gonna go out there?" Laroy stopped in front of the door. He was still afraid of leaving his shelter.

"We have no choice." Chibs opened the door slowly. "Follow Y/N, be quiet and don’t hurry."

As Laroy nodded, they left the building one by one and began to walk slowly among the living dead, heading back to the watch tower where Tig and Juice waited. Step by step they were moving forward, crowd of empties around paying no attention to them. Chibs even calmed down a bit, seeing that the plan Y/N offered was good enough to keep them safe.

Only couple of meters left for them to cover, so in about five minutes it should be over. Suddenly the crowd in front of them parted for some reason making a corridor leading to the ladder. And then Laroy ran. He probably thought it would be better to get up the tower as soon as possible. But the empties around noticed the unusual movement and followed him. He, though, was lucky enough, to climb up and even shake one of the monsters off his leg. In no time Laroy was already on the watch tower. For Chibs and Y/N though the situation was bad. Empties were gathering around the tower, more and more of them from all over the territory, and in couple of seconds there were so many of that creatures that there was no chance to get to the ladder. Chibs and Y/N looked at each other and none of them knew what to do now.

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