#left an impression that violence was the only way to protect himself and his loved ones

[aonokumura]

love how the majority of the scenes involving rin as a child are just him beating the shit out of another kid 😭

[urdepressedslut]

You’re Mine, Sunshine

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?

♡ Warnings: mentions of amputation, light angst, hints to violence, mentions of death, bucky being a grumpy man

Part 2

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!AU Bodyguard!AU

“Mr. Barnes, your résumé so far is quite impressive.” Pierce acknowledged with a slow nod.

Bucky of course had a trained eye, but the glares that were not so subtly sent his way by the big boss— were intimidating. He wasn’t scared, no. He simply respected this man’s power. Bucky knew better than to get on the bad side of someone like Pierce.

“Says here you’re an amputee?” Pierce asked so bluntly, and he noticed Bucky’s eyes squint slightly. “Sorry, if I’m overstepping but nothing will be overlooked.”

“It’s not a problem, sir.” Bucky assured him. “Yes, I lost my left arm during a mission way back.”

Pierce furrowed his brows.

“Mission? I take it you used to be an agent of some sort.” He assumed.

Bucky nodded.

“Hm, very good. Continue.” He waved him on.

“I had some surgical procedures— and now I have a prosthetic.”

Bucky lifted his left arm, rolling his sleeve slightly up to expose the metal to the boss. Pierce hummed impressively, taking in the intricate designs on the metal.

“I can assure you that me having a prosthetic will not be an issue— my arm is made out of only the strongest metal. Bullet proof, in fact.” He added, hoping it would further impress the boss, proving just how perfect for the job he was.

It wasn’t his dream to be a bodyguard, actually it was quite a low in his career— if you asked him. He had fallen out of his previous steady job, due to some complications. He had the experience of being a bodyguard— just not for only one person. It would be a weird change for him, but he was willing to take on the challenge. Also, the pay was nice.

Pierce hummed again, the information that his prosthetic arm was bullet proof— only satisfying him more.

“Like I said, impressive Mr. Barnes. But this is an extremely important task. My only daughter, who must be protected at all costs.” Pierce trailed off, expression growing serious. “It’s been a hard adjustment since the passing of my wife, my daughter is all I have left.”

Bucky nodded in understanding, knowing what it was like to lose loved ones. In fact, that wound was still fresh on him.

“If I allow you to take on this role, you are to swear to yourself that you will do whatever it takes to keep her alive— no matter what.” Pierce spoke loudly, his voice orotund.

Bucky in the back of his mind thought about his choice of words. ‘If I allow you.’ Bucky respected this man, but he had to hold back the scoff that threatened to escape his lips at his statement.

“Do you think you’re ready for that?” Pierce challenged, and suddenly it wasn’t about his daughter at all. It was a man challenging another man, a task that he deemed impossible.

His metal hand behind his back whirred in annoyance. After all that fluffing his head up, complimenting his training. It was clear Pierce thought so little of him, and at that— it made Bucky wanna take the job even more. Just to prove him wrong.

“Yes sir.” Bucky promised, shaking Pierces hand in a firm— slightly aggressive shake.

Pierce smiled, dropping Bucky’s résumé on his desk. Getting himself comfortable, he sat on the edge of the front of the desk, crossing his arms.

“Now, let’s go through what is to be expected.” He started, Bucky nodded for him to continue. “You are to be with her at all times, except for when you sleep. You do sleep right?”

Bucky let the scoff escape this time, but it wasn’t as aggressive as he wanted it to be.

“I’ve got a metal arm, but I’m still human sir.”

Pierce chuckled to himself, and Bucky wanted to roll his eyes. This man thinks he’s so funny.

“Right. You must never let her leave your sight, if she wants to see her friends— you’ll be seeing them with her. Not that it’s going to be an issue, I don’t think she has many friends… or any.” The boss shrugged, seemingly unconcerned about his daughter.

Bucky nodded, taking everything in.

“You are going to be staying with her in the safe house… well— she thinks it’s just a house but the area is guarded with my men.” He shrugged again. “I’m a successful man and with that comes enemies, people who look for my weaknesses. You know that.”

Bucky gave a tight lipped smile, Pierce so far sounding like a father of the year.

“Now, about my daughter. Her name is (Y/n) (Y/L/n), and she is a handful.” Pierce stated frustratedly. “She’s rude, ungrateful, nasty— and just overall extremely difficult.”

Bucky furrowed his brows, rethinking his decision to be a bodyguard for this girl. Fucking lovely.

“You can now understand why I’m paying you the offered amount. It’s only fair to you, Mr. Barnes. Truthfully, I can’t deal with her anymore. I love her, and she’s my daughter but… It just doesn’t work out with me. I’m a busy man— I don’t have time for brats.” Pierce spat, straightening up and heading back around his desk.

Bucky had already been creating this mental image of you, so far you sounded like a witch. He was not at all ready to be dealing with you 24/7.

“Doesn’t sound like a problem boss, I’m happy to be protecting your daughter. Nobody will lay a hair on her head, I swear on my life.” Bucky promised again, bowing his head slightly.

“Oh I know. If anything happens to her and I find out you were slacking even by an inch… well you’re a smart man, I’m sure you can figure it out.” Pierce warned, and Bucky swallowed at the mere intimidation that laced his voice.

But he would not back down to this challenge, which is how he saw this— not a job.

“That will be all Mr. Barnes, (Y/n) is around here somewhere. Find her and take her home.” He told Bucky, putting on his glasses— focusing on his paperwork.

“Yes sir.”

Bucky nodded and turned to exit the room. He was so confused with the interaction. You’d think someone who hires a bodyguard for their daughter would know where their daughter is. The way he spoke about you was off putting. Bucky didn’t even know you, but it felt wrong to hear someone talk so little about you. What did he know anyway— apparently you were a monster.

He made his way through the building with a swift walk, needing to fulfill his duties and find you quickly. He was on the third floor, about to hit the button to the elevator when he saw a young lady. Despite him wanting to find you all on his own, he got her attention.

“Excuse me,” He waved to her with a fake smile, “Do you know where I can find (Y/n) (Y/L/n)?”

The lady smiled and took Bucky by surprise by laughing. His fake smile vanished immediately, his eyes squinting in a annoyed expression.

“That would be me!” You exclaimed with a warm smile.

Bucky’s eyes widened and he thought for a second he was being fucked with, but after you stayed smiling at him, being as patient as ever— he knew you weren’t joking.

“Uh right… Your dad is Pierce?” He asked hesitantly, keeping his guard up. Still thinking someone was messing with him— testing him.

You nodded slowly, giving him a curious expression. Your smile never wavering.

“Yes, and you are?” You asked so politely.

Bucky shouldn’t of been as shocked as he was but truthfully, he was expecting a demon spawn of a person. Red eyes, withered flowers left in your path, a literal storm cloud floating over you— but you looked so normal. So sweet and pretty. Your hair smelled so strongly of strawberry shampoo, he could catch the scent from his spot. Your voice was like honey, the sound soothing.

He was confused as to why your father thought so wrongly of you. He had too many questions.

He cleared his throat, straightening himself now that he believed you were who he was looking for.

“(Y/n), my name is Mr. Barnes— I’ve been hired as your personal bodyguard.” He informed you, watching the corners of your mouth falter slightly.

“Oh, did my Father hire you?” You asked politely.

“Yes ma’am.”

You nodded your head, attempting to keep a smile on your face. But you couldn’t help the distaste for being given a bodyguard. You knew it was only for the sole purpose, that your Father didn’t want to care for you anymore. He wanted nothing to do with you. That fact was enough to make your nose start to burn, but you held yourself together— not wanting to break down in front of this new guy.

Bucky watched you take in the information, the way you took a deep breath, almost controlling yourself before you spoke again.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Barnes. I’m sure we’re going to be great friends.” You told him.

Bucky shook his head, an annoyed expression etching his face.

“Ma’am, I think we should keep things professional. I have been hired as your bodyguard. Let me do my job, and you can continue with your day as usual. You won’t even know I’m here half the time.” He explained rather harshly.

You seemed taken aback, his words hurting you more than they should’ve. You were lonely, and you thought you’d be able to get a friend out of this situation. Even if he was being hired to hang around you. Luck didn’t seem to be on your side as he told you off. The burning felt stronger in your nose, and you took another deep breath.

Bucky only felt bad for a second, but he was quickly snapping back to reality. It was his life on the line to protect you, and if Bucky was anything— it was that he was good at doing his job. This was business, not playtime.

“I’m here to take you home. Are you ready?” He asked you.

You relaxed your quick beating heart, not even having time to speak with your Father. Not that he’d want to anyway. So much had changed since your Mother passed, you had yet to heal those wounds.

You nodded with a weaker smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes. If Bucky had noticed your sudden mood change, he didn’t mention it— instead guiding you outside.

He opened the door to the car that was waiting outside for you, climbing in himself after you were settled.

He started driving to your place, with the help of the car telling him directions.

Meanwhile you gazed out the window, watching the buildings pass by. You forced yourself to keep a small smile on your face, hoping you’d convince yourself that the gesture was genuine if you did it long enough.

Bucky glanced back at you through the rear view mirror from time to time, watching you look out the window. He was still trying to come to terms with how polite you were, how completely opposite you were to your Fathers description.

On one hand it was a relief that he didn’t have to deal with the devil. On the other hand… he was anxious to see where this job would lead him.

A/N: I don’t know what is wrong with me, but suddenly I had this urge to write a bodyguard!bucky fic. let’s be honest, we are all slut’s for bodyguard!bucky 😭 I’m also a whore for the trope grumpy x sunshine 🥰🥴 let me know what you think— this is all word vomit.

[maidenvault]

Okay so, Crosshair’s hand.

Has anyone pointed this out? When Crosshair kills Nolan, he doesn't use his shooting hand.

He uses his left. Just as he very significantly has to in the series finale.

I don't know if the writers knew as far back as "The Outpost" that Crosshair was going to lose the use of his shooting hand and by extension everything he believed made him strong, a "superior" clone, and safe from being discarded when he was kind of fascism-pilled. But it feels extra significant in retrospect that his first action taken against the Empire is not done with the hand associated with the terrible things he did as an Imperial sniper. And it's after he just got a difficult lesson about how his own personal strength and skills aren't enough to protect him - he was saved twice by Mayday, then possibly only survived through the night because he wouldn't leave him behind and could share his body heat. He may be using his left hand when he shoots Nolan because his other arm is tired from supporting Mayday all the way back, which only adds to the symbolic touch I love that Mayday is using his rifle as a crutch to help him walk as well (and of course, he's at close range so quite meaningfully Crosshair doesn't use the rifle to shoot here either). It all supports the idea of this as the first huge moment of transformation for Crosshair when he's finally turning his fire on the real enemy out of a desire to protect others, however futile and too late it is in this particular situation.

Going back and noticing this really reinforced for me that Crosshair's hand injury probably isn't just meant as a manifestation of his trauma related to Tantiss. It would make sense considering it's his shooting hand that it also has something to do with his inner conflict regarding his changed relationship with violence and killing.

The Batch were introduced as these stereotypically macho soldier characters, an impression that's softened a little as early as the pilot of TBB but still distinguishes them a little from other clones. In a kind of funny way you can look at the whole series as being about these guys who were only brought up to fight gradually discovering and finding peace with their more traditionally feminine sides - literally because of Omega, a female version of themselves who shows them the possibilities of being a family and living for others instead of for violence.

For Crosshair this journey is much more difficult and like a painful rebirth than it is for anyone else because being a soldier was so much of his identity. He's always been the one to most pointedly distinguish his squad from regs because of their "superior" traits that he thinks will make the Empire value them, and he clearly internalized the way the Kaminoans only care about clones as weapons to be used in war. And it all betrays how little value Crosshair actually believes he has deep down. It was easy to go into S3 being especially worried about his fate because he's believed so long that he's not good for anything but fighting and he's the character it was the hardest to imagine adjusting to a different life.

But in retrospect, it was stupid to think they'd let him off that easy and of course the whole point is that it takes a lot to get him there. What exactly he went through on Tantiss beyond the electroshock torture we've seen is never delved into but personally, I think being a soldier is something that's poisoned for Crosshair after he becomes a victim of the Empire himself and subject to their attempts at reconditioning. He's not psychologically able to be that person anymore, but for a long time is still trying to largely rely on himself and his own strength. He tries to sacrifice himself for others because he's still holding onto that part of himself in a way.

But for once in Star Wars we've gotten a fully realized redemption arc showing that sometimes what's harder than giving your life in a redemptive way is to actually have to figure out how to live with the bad things you've done and be better. Some of the people Crosshair hurt were his family, and he has to learn he can only make things better by being there for them. He has to learn that he actually can survive and figure out a way forward from his life as a soldier if he lets himself rely on them, just like he only survived Barton IV with help from Mayday. As @moonstrider9904 explains so well in this post, that is what's so important about Crosshair losing the hand and making that final shot to save Omega with Hunter's support. Symbolically he's had that toxic part of himself actually cut off and it's the final, most painful part of his rebirth. But because of that he's forced to find that he can live on without it, that he's surrounded by people who love and believe in him anyway, and that having superhuman skills as a killer was never what gave him worth.

No, having his shooting hand cut off doesn't "fix" anything or mean that Crosshair is healed. He's probably only begun to recover from everything he's been through. But all we really need to see is that he's firmly found his place as part of a family instead of a squad, and he's not going to be alone as he deals with all of that.

[mothwingwritings]

C and F for my boy Pickle

Eyyy sorry for the delay! (Yes I am still working on these!!!) Here is some Pickle goodness for you my dear.~<3

WARNINGS: Sex and violence and one love sick feral man.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Pickle would honestly treat you as nicely as he is able too. His living environment has its limitations, but he does everything he can to make it comfortable and inviting for you, adamant about making it a home that is fitting of his mate.

Once you are safely stashed away in his secret abode he sets to work constructing you a nest of things so that you may find pinnacle contentment in your new home. He’s gathered an amalgamation of the softest blankets, clothes, linen, etc. that has been given to him or that he has scavenged, so that you may rest in peace and luxury while in his presence. He also brings you the best cuts of meat after his hunts, though he caught on quickly that you were apt to turn your nose at his bloody, raw offering (he couldn’t quite understand why, he was sure you would love it if you just gave it a chance). Once he picks up on your distaste, he instead begins to hoard ingredients and snacks he steals picks up out in the world, supplying you all manner of foodstuff till he pins down the ones you like.

While Pickle prefers you in your natural state, he understands your body needs protection from the elements. He doesn’t quite get modern fashion, but you seem sad wearing the same thing over and over again. While he’s out he procures a hodge-podge of varying clothing, presenting it to you by dumping it at your feet, a huge dopey grin on his face. He loves seeing you in the clothing he gifts you, you look so beautiful in each and every piece that he can’t help but stare, holding back the urge to rip it right back off and have his way with you.

Pickle won’t mock you and wouldn’t dream of disrespecting you in anyway. Any harm he causes you is either completely unintentional or for your own good. He loses control of himself sometimes, forgetting his own strength. You are just so small and he loves you so much, it’s hard to hold himself back. He hates using his strength against you to prove a point, but if you remain insistent on trying to escape him he will do what he must to protect you. You are HIS mate and HE’S the only one who can take care of you. All that’s waiting for you in this strange new world is danger, so if you won’t stay by his side willingly, he will force you there.

All that said, while you may be relatively safe from Pickle’s more violent tendencies, anyone else most certainly is NOT. If another person approaches you, threatens you, or tries to take you away from him they will be obliterated, decimated, ripped to shreds, torn apart until nothing is left. He’ll bask in the gruesome slaughter, their end another validation that he is the best one for you, the one who loves and can protect you above all others. Doesn’t matter if that person is a stranger or your own mother-he is all you need, anyone else butting in is an unnecessary threat.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would find it incredibly charming if you tried to fight him. Pickle doesn’t see it as an act of aggression at all, but views it as you trying to mimic him as a sign of reverence. You think he is so impressive and strong that you strive to be like him, going so far as to challenge him to a fight. It’s adorable, and he can’t help but break out into a huge toothy grin when he sees you assume a fighting stance.

And it excites him- seeing you tense up, clenching your fists and bending your knees, preparing to strike at a moment’s notice. Seconds before the fray, you stare him down with such intensity, sizing him up and calculating what moves you should make against him, gears turning in your head as you focus wholly on him. The fixation on him sends a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He is the only one you are thinking of in that moment, and in turn you are all that is occupying his thoughts.

Your strikes never hurt him and he can tell how much that frustrates you. He’ll play along sometimes to make you happy, yowling like a mother lioness that is being batted by her cub. He’ll cringe at your punch, shy away from your kick. If he’s convincing enough, you sometimes award him with a small smile, a brief look of accomplishment. It warms his heart, knowing you are having as good of a time as he is.

He also relishes the closeness the two of you share when you initiate these little fights. Usually you try and hide away from him, distancing yourself as much as possible whenever he is in the vicinity. At first he thought it was another game you were trying to play with him, something coy, cute, and seductive to grab his attention. But when the chase became a regular thing he was disappointed, why did you put up such a fuss each time your mate tried to approach you? You didn’t even give him a prize when he finally caught you, just flailing and screaming and spitting. It hurt his feelings- this was supposed to be fun.

But the little brawls you had were fun, and they gave him a chance to have you near him without any to-do. He could feel your skin on his, smell your sweat as your body writhed and wriggled against his. Feeling your small hands grab at his hulking form, listening to your strained moans and heavy breathing as you threw your all into attacking him… Witnessing you in such a state, holding you close as your body rubbed his in just the right way, it doesn’t take long for him to completely lose control.

Before you can recognize what is going on, your body is sheathing his cock, previous grunts of exertion quickly turning into wails of pleasure.

He doesn’t understand why you cry so much afterwards, though. Were you not having as much fun as he was? You initiated the fight, why are you so upset at the outcome? It was a good tussle, and judging by the noises you were making, he was able to make you feel good. Even if you struggled a bit when he was trying to enter you, you always end up yielding to him. The fit is tight, and there have been several times he was afraid he would outright break you when he pushed deeper, pressing into your core.  But the pleasure that courses through him as he bottoms out is indescribable. He loses himself in the feel of you surrounding him, completely consumed by the euphoria your body has supplied him.

You are his perfect mate, his brave little warrior, and his love for you is endless. So don’t cry, OK? Maybe next time he’ll let you really ‘win.’ :)

[acaciusbride]

Playing Rough [ Joel Miller x Reader 🌶️🌶️🌶️ ]

Combining two requests from anons: Joel smut ft spanking, and Joel doing filthy things to you with that knife handle.

(CW for dark character, mentions of graphic violence, degrading language, inappropriate uses of a knife handle, dom/sub undertones. Please consume responsibly!.)

You know, deep down, that Joel isn’t a good man. In saying that, you aren’t sure there are any truly good men left in the world. He’s not a monster, and that’s enough. He’s loving when he wants to be, protective and jealous when he needs to be. Honestly, he would scare you a little, if you didn’t know without a single doubt that you mean the world to him. 

Lately, though, you’ve been seeing a darker side to him. You know he’d do anything to keep you and Ellie safe, have seen him do terrible things to anyone who might have hurt you. Maybe that should scare you, seeing him torture and beat men to death, seeing how easily he can stab a man to death without blinking. It doesn’t. If anything, it does the opposite, and you’ve honestly had some questionable thoughts about him doing things to you with that knife. 

Which leads to now. 

The last thing Joel expected when he came home was the sight before him. He was still on edge, rifle slung over his shoulder, knife tucked into his belt. He still had blood spattered across his face. Maybe that was why everyone had given him a wide berth when he had practically swaggered back into town. They may not like it, but the good people of Jackson knew that he would keep them safe. 

He pushed open the bedroom door, half expecting you to be asleep or sitting in the window, reading. You’d seen him coming up the street, had other ideas. You knew what he was like, after he’d spent time hurting people. He needed an outlet, and you knew it. Still, didn’t mean he expected you to be sprawled out on the bed, waiting for him. 

“Shit, baby.” He stopped only to close the bedroom door behind him, eyes not leaving your body. 

“Welcome home?” You wriggled on the bed, stretching out, thoroughly enjoying the way his eyes roamed over your form. 

He smirked, slowly approaching you, toeing off his boots, tossing his jacket aside and starting to unbutton his shirt. He didn’t bother with his jeans; he might be much older than you, but his stamina was impressive. Impressive and insatiable. 

He spread your thighs, settling himself between them, callused fingers circling on sensitive skin. You knew you were already dripping wet for him, knew he could see it glistening on your skin. 

“Did you miss me, darlin?” He nuzzled into your throat, inhaling the scent of you, “spend all day laying here getting yourself ready for me?” 

“Mmhmm,” your fingers find his wrist, drag his hand closer to your wetness, wanting desperately for him to just touch you. He likes seeing you like this, so needy and desperate for him. 

“That’s not an answer.” He goes to remove the knife from his belt, set it aside. 

“Leave it.” You tell him, in a half whisper. His dark eyes glitter at the comment, amusement and arousal fighting in his head. Joel isn’t stupid, but he certainly isn’t thinking with his brain right now. 

“Are you sure about that, darlin?” 

“Very sure.” 

“Interesting…” he presses the palm of his hand flat against your wetness, thumb teasing at your clit. “Didn’t know you had such a dirty mind, baby.” 

You raise an eyebrow. “Really? How many times have I begged you to fuck a baby into me, Joel?” 

He smirks, that slow, predatory smirk of his that does things to you, unspeakably horny things. 

“I can think of a few times,” he concedes, “still hasn’t taken, has it?”

Not to your knowledge, no. 

“Always got more time…” you tell him, grinding yourself into his hand, eyes on the knife in his other hand. 

“That’s very true, got all night…” his thumb circles again, almost absently, his other hand moves to you, to trail the blade of the knife carefully between your breasts, down your stomach. He flips it in his hand, holds it by the base of the hilt, blade pointing to him as he teases the hilt around your wetness. 

You lean closer into it, drawing another smirk from his lips. 

“And here I thought you weren’t as depraved as I am.” He laughs softly, leans in close to you, close enough that he can finally kiss you. There’s a roughness to it that you like, the way he doesn’t pretend to be gentle. He doesn’t have to hide what he really is from you, not anymore, and it’s almost relieving. 

He hums, almost absently, biting down on your lip before pressing a soothing kiss to it, still trailing the handle of the knife around your folds, coating it in your slick. 

“So fucking wet, baby…” Joel considers you for a moment before he slides the hilt of the knife inside you. It’s not long enough to reach your sweet spot, given he has no intention of letting the blade cut you, but it’s enough. 

He starts to move the hilt of the knife slowly, mimicking the slow, lazy thrusts that he tends to start with whenever he fucks you, watching your expression become hazy with lust. 

“Joel…” you draw his name out into a long whimper, wriggling closer to the knife hilt. You know what he’s done with that knife; you’ve seen plenty, and imagined far more. The fact the he’s using a tool of violence to fuck you? It’s not lost on either of you. 

“Feel good, baby? This what you wanted?” He turns the handle inside you, watching your pupils blow wide, encouraged by your whimpers and mewls. 

“Mmhmm…” you reach for him, pull him close into another kiss. He’s happy to indulge you for a moment, but something about fucking you with the handle of the knife he’s used to kill at least a dozen men has him riled up. 

“Gonna take this out now, darlin…” he turns the knife hilt once more, drawing another soft whimper from you, “got something better for you…”

You wriggle again. “Please…”

“So good for me, baby. Get on your knees for me.” His voice is low, heavy, as he pulls the knife hilt from you slowly, watches you turn over onto all fours for him. 

He doesn’t always expect perfect obedience from you. Quite the opposite, in fact. But he has to admit, it makes him even harder and ache even more for you to see you so damn eager for him. He can see how soaked you are, how needy you are, as he sets the knife aside and unbuckles his belt. 

You look at him over your shoulder, eyes heavy, lips parted, watching him as he unzips his jeans, frees his cock and strokes his lazily as he returns to you, pulling you close against him, stroking himself along your soaked cunt. 

“Look at you, baby… gonna take me so well.” 

You move closer to him, trying to get him inside you as quickly as possible. 

“Patience, sweetheart,” he slides against you again, callused hands taking hold of your hips, pulling you flush against him. Those same hands caress your waist for a moment before sliding down to take a handful of your ass, one hand moving to guide himself inside you. 

He’s not slow, not careful. Not this time. He slides into you in a single deep, rough thrust, to the hilt almost at once. 

You cry out, but don’t move away from him. You want this; want him, no, need him, to be as rough as he needs to be. And Joel? He can be rough when he loses control. 

One hand remains on your waist, the other twisting into your hair, pulling your head up as he slams into you, again and again, relentless, his hips colliding roughly with yours. 

You don’t fight him, don’t remotely want to fight him. It feels too good, every inch of him filling you, hitting your sweet spot. Without his hand holding you up, you’re certain you’d collapse onto the bed, unable to hold yourself steady. 

“C’mon, darlin, know you gotta cum… can feel you soaking me like a filthy slut…” Joel‘s hand leaves your waist for a moment, lays a sharp spank to your ass. You cry out, back yourself up against him, getting him deeper inside you. 

“Fuck, Joel…” You gasp; the spank stings, but he’s not done. He lays another one to your stinging ass, alternating sides, not once does he ease up on his brutal pace, still slamming into you. 

“Cum for me, darlin.” He leans down to almost growl it in your ear, hand rubbing soothing circles on the reddening handprint on your ass. You can’t help it; you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, know he can feel it too. 

“Stop trying to fight it, baby, I can feel it… you feel so fucking wet, darlin, I know you’re close…” 

He won’t admit it, but he’s close too. The thought  of filling you again, fucking his seed into you until it takes… he groans, a strangled, involuntary growl. 

“Joel…” your hands fist into the sheets of the bed as your entire body tenses, then goes limp. You can feel every nerve in your body, as if you’re on fire, as you tighten around him, soaking him. 

“That’s it, baby, take it…” he breathes out, trying to delay his own climax, but unable to for much longer; he’s almost forgotten how well you handle him being rough with you, and the image of you being fucked with his knife… that’s doing things to him. 

Growling, he pulls you up against his chest, holding you tight as he slams into you, once, twice more, before he presses as deep as possible, moaning and cursing into your ear, biting down on your shoulder as he reaches his climax, grinding into you to keep every drop of his seed buried inside you. 

“That’s it…” Joel soothes, kissing the bite mark he’s left on your shoulder, “such a good girl…” 

You gasp, trying to catch your breath, glad he’s holding you so you don’t collapse. 

“Feel good, darlin? I’ll take your inability to speak as a positive.” Joel grinds against you again, a low groan leaving his throat. You feel so damn good, so tight around him, so warm… he groans again, feels himself throb once more inside you before he pulls out of you slowly. 

“Baby,” he turns you to face him, pulls you into his arms, kisses you slowly, “you did so amazing for me…”

“I love you,” you tell him, and he smiles at you. 

“I love you too, darlin. Love you too.” 

[theonlyhonoredone]

Black Beauty

Break My Heart Again Sequel

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Reader, Suguru Geto x Satoru Gojo

Warnings: cannon typical violence, blood, death, fighting, love triangle

Summary: Suguru can't stand losing Satoru to you

Masterlist

Part 1

When Riko died Suguru was left in the dust of Satoru’s sudden jump in power. Satoru seemed to forget all the hardships of the mission, opting instead to spend all his time with y/n and Shoko while Suguru thought in endless circles about where everything went wrong. About how Satoru almost died, how he wasn’t there to help, how weak he was letting that poor girl die. He couldn’t smile anymore, could hardly force himself out of bed most days. He dreaded every mission, protecting people who didn’t know he existed and swallowing down curses that left him only with the taste of death. He dreaded coming home even more. Jujutsu high was the source of his most painful memories. It was a place where he was forgotten in favor of a girl not even half as capable as him. A girl who would have snapped under the pressure of the missions he and Satoru faced every day. A girl who was unworthy of wearing the pretty smile she’d been blessed with.

Sometimes he wondered how he turned so bitter towards her. They were good friends their first year, but as soon as he realized Satoru’s feelings for her his affection began to waver. Suguru knew, though he’d taunt her about the opposite being true, that Satoru would pick her in a heartbeat. He couldn’t exactly blame him, she was kind and funny and gorgeous, really really gorgeous. She was the only person he could ever say rivaled Satoru in terms of beauty. Suguru remembered the day they all met. He was convinced they both came from the heavens, born from some angel or perfect deity. It was intimidating. Even once he started to hate her he found himself sometimes getting caught up in thoughts about her pretty face. About how her and Satoru just somehow fit, they belonged to the same angelic race that looked down on peasants like him. 

He envied their specialness. They both came from long lines of sorcerers unlike him, the poor boy from the countryside. Sure he had power, but they had legacy. He’d determined it was all in their eyes at some point. Satoru with his pretty baby blues, somehow holding more than the entire galaxy in their glowing wells. Then sweet y/n, who’s eyes seemed as deep and vast as the sprawling woods he played in as a child. The first day of their second year Satoru had commented on it to him. While they paced the campus waiting for the girls to arrive Satoru  brought her up with a big goofy smile.

“I’m really excited to see y/n,” he had looked up at the sky as he spoke, probably hoping to summon her from the heavens, “I miss her eyes. I think they’re prettier than mine, you know? And that’s saying something.”

Suguru had scolded him for being vain but inside he was crumbling. Jealousy bubbled up like a volcano, red hot rage threatened to melt his entire being. He just couldn’t stand it. No one was ever going to talk about him that way, especially not Satoru. He’d never be described as some pretty divine thing like his dear friends would. He’d decided from that moment on he and y/n could no longer be friends, that he had to drive them apart so they didn’t run off and find eternal happiness without him. He grew cruel and cold, always critiquing her for her weakness and mocking her for every little mistake she made. It was his attempt to build a fence between her and him and Satoru, to place her below them. Suguru wanted it to be known that when she returned to the heavens Satoru would remain on earth with him.

It never worked though. Satoru and her crossed the line constantly, with Satoru always offering to spar with her and stay up late to help her train. She worked her hardest with him, obviously trying to progress quickly and impress him. It drove Suguru insane. Especially after Riko. The failure had sent him spiraling but Satoru was happier and stronger than ever. They were almost always together too, running off to do whatever meaningless task they’d deemed as suitable entertainment. It made him angry, despite his best efforts he was being left behind by them both just like he’d dreaded. It only took one failure to fall from grace. He’d let Riko die while Satoru managed to defeat death, and even more impressively, Toji. He was the hero, she was his princess, and Suguru had no place at the table. It made him want to scream at them both, to lock them in a room where they could never do anything to upset him again.

“Suguru,” Satoru had addressed him one evening, just after dinner. 

For once it was just them again. The girls had run off together and Suguru couldn’t have been happier to have an evening of just him and Satoru. He hoped they’d spent it playing some sort of video game or doing one of the other stupid tasks Satoru enjoyed.

“Satoru,” he’d hummed in response.

The white haired boy was wearing a huge smile and Suguru was sure he was about to propose some ridiculous prank or make some smug comment. He was looking forward to it.

“I decided I’m going to ask y/n on a date,” he declared proudly, “I’m gonna get her flowers and everything. Isn’t that awesome? You’re so gonna wish you got a girlfriend first,” he started laughing as Suguru’s eyes widened, “You should see your face right now! Why are you so surprised hmm? I’m the strongest, and the hottest, an-”

“That’s a horrible idea Satoru,” he snapped, cutting him off with a scowl. “You really think dating should be a priority right now? Especially for you?”

Satoru stopped, his mouth hanging open before he frowned, “Uh, yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

“Because you’re the strongest sorcerer in the world, idiot. Anyone you date is going to have a huge target on their back, and y/n is way too weak to handle that. You should focus on growing as a sorcerer instead,” Suguru had rolled his eyes. He was trying to come at it in a logical side, hoping to persuade Satoru that this was a terrible plan without exposing his own feelings.

Satoru scoffed loudly, “You’re always calling her weak just cause she’s not as strong as us bu-”

“I call her weak because she is weak, and she always will be. I mean Toji would have killed her in a second you know? Any of the curses her fight would too a-”

“Shut up!” Satoru snapped at him, his cheeks turning red suddenly, “She isn’t weak and no one is gonna hurt her because I’m always gonna be here to protect her so it doesn’t even matter! Why are you being a dick anyway huh? You’re my best friend, you’re supposed to be happy for me.”

“I’m not happy when you make stupid, selfish decisions, Satoru. Maybe you don’t like it but I’m telling you the truth.”

“Well then screw you!” Satoru had risen from the table, sending his chair flying back behind him, “And screw the truth! I don’t wanna talk to you until you’re done being a dick!”

Satoru had stomped off somewhere and Suguru was alone again. His stomach hurt and he felt dizzy. He hardly slept a wink that night and when Satoru and you and Shoko all left for the amusement park the next day he was sure he was going to die. He sat in the day room running through scenarios for hours, thinking about how Satoru would do it. How you’d come back and announce you were a happy couple now. You’d never be apart again. He felt like an idiot for ever considering he could have won. For ruining your friendship and never confessing to Satoru and killing Riko and for every other thing that had ever gone wrong in his life. It was all piling up into some inescapable, crushing weight.

Yuki came while he was in the midst of his panic. She talked about philosophy and the world and everything that wasn’t you and Satoru. Suguru grasped onto her every word, onto every thought that wasn’t the two of you. He finally felt some peace, for the first times in months he thought he might actually be able to do something right. He’d failed at romance and friendship and sorcery, but there was more to the world than that. More to the world than the Satoru shaped bubble he was living in. Satoru could change the world with ease, but instead was thinking about a girl. Suguru couldn’t fall into the same trap, couldn’t spiral about a failed love when there was so much else he could be doing. So much he could be improving.

Suguru ran into you that evening, after a long shower. He was feeling calm for the first time in months. He offered you forgiveness. After all, you were both sorcerers. Even if you were weak compared to him, you were strong compared to the rest of the world. He wanted to tell you about his newfound philosophy, about how he’d discovered things so much more important than romance and rivalry. You couldn’t see it though, couldn’t listen to him like he hoped. He wanted to open your eyes to something more but you were stuck on Satoru, the same way he was. Suguru kissed you, partially in hopes of breaking Satoru’s spell and partially because when he wasn’t focused on hating you he remembered how pretty he’d always found you. There was no breakthrough for you though, you only screamed and drew the attention of Satoru, who yelled at Suguru and led you away under his protective arm. It still irked some part of him but he let it be, he focused on his work instead.

Suguru left the same night, but the thoughts of you and Satoru didn’t. At least not completely. He was mostly able to focus on his work, but when he laid down at night and tried to sleep, he was haunted by thoughts of you two. Of how you were together all the time and probably talking about him and what he did with disgust. Because you two didn’t understand. You two didn’t see how weak the world was or how it could change. Maybe you could see it if you weren’t focused on each other. He knew Satoru would be able to, because he’d gone through the same experience as him with Riko. Satoru was strong enough to execute his ideals, but he never would. He’d never share in them because he valued protecting weak things like you. Suguru hated how often it came back to you, how his problems and thoughts always came back to you. It was you standing in the way of him and Satoru, whether that be as an item or as revolutionaries. 

Suguru concluded you had to go in order for him to bring about the new world. His best bet at success was Satoru, and Satoru would never join him while you were around. So he had to get rid of you. That would be easy enough, if he just got Satoru and you separated for some time he could do it. 

His plan was simple really. Release a rather nasty curse some distance from the city, one they’d have to send Satoru to deal with. That would leave you alone, in waiting. Whenever Satoru had a mission far away you made it a point to fetch him some sort of treat for when he returned. It was a habit you’d developed just after the Riko incident. Some petty attempt to keep his spirits up. From there it was just a guessing game. You typically went either his favorite bakery or candy shop so Suguru would just have to spend some time staking out both. Eventually you’d arrive at one and it would be easy to kill you then.

Everything fell into place for Suguru, he knew luck was on his side since he was on a mission to better the world. You fell right into his trap, and though you put up more of a fight than he expected, he still won in the end. He sat over your bloody corpse, smiling as he watched the light leave your pretty, pretty eyes. You’d cried and begged him not to, tried to remind him of your long dead friendship in hopes of earning some mercy.

“Suguru please,” you’d tried to take his hand in your last moments, “Please.”

Your last words would always remain with him. Tattooed behind his eyelids. He could always recall the moment with perfect clarity. How it felt to plunge the knife into your throat, how you choked on your own blood. The little tears in your eyes and your red stained lips. The image haunted him no matter how far away it was. It was necessary though, necessary to free Satoru and kickstart the world he envisioned.

When Satoru arrived Suguru made a quick exit. He knew it would take him time to come around and he could see right away the rage building in him. As soon as the shock wore off he’d be dead so he had to flee. And wait. And wait. And wait.

Suguru waited for days, weeks, months, years, for Satoru to find him and join him. His heart grew more bitter cold the longer he waited. He resented Satoru for being so ungrateful for the gift he’d given him, for the love he’d given him. His followers understood his goals but Satoru never did, even after you were ripped from him. Satoru had grown stronger and more cruel after you died and yet never paid any respects to Suguru. Never thanked him for all he’d done, for all he was doing to better the world. 

He grew to hate Satoru, viewing him as an obstacle the same way he had with you. That was why he planned the night of a thousand demons. Once he had control of Rika he’d be able to eliminate Satoru. With him gone Suguru would be crowned the strongest and he’d be able to rebuild the world how he saw fit. Finally. He was sure the two of you would see from the afterlife too. When you all reunited some day he knew you’d grovel and apologize and the three of you would find some peace in eternity. 

It was bittersweet, facing his end at the hands of true love. He’d lost sight of Yuta and Rika, but he saw you and Satoru in that moment. He could swear he heard your voice, some remnant of you on the wind, whispering to him that you’d brought this fate to him. You’d cursed him somehow, forcing him to face death at the hands of the catalyst. He couldn’t do anything but laugh in the end. He sank into some hidden corner of the school grounds, muttering to you about how he couldn’t believe you’d come back. That after all this time you’d still managed to win.

“Suguru,” Satoru’s voice was cold and sharp, Suguru turned his head up to see him staring down at him. With his eyes uncovered and his hair a mess he looked so much more like he had in their youth.

“Satoru,” he barely mustered a smile, “I’m glad to see you in my last moments.”

Satoru stared down at him, his lips pulled to a thin line, “Are you suffering? Does it hurt?”

“Everywhere,” he confirmed.

“Good,” Satoru bent to his eye level, “You should be grateful you only faced Yuta, I would have made it much worse.”

“Do you still think about her?” Suguru asked, “You know I was always jealous about how she got all your attention.’

“She was the love of my life. I think about her all the time,” Satoru paused. They were both quiet for a long time. “Is that why you did it? Jealousy?”

“I guess, maybe, that was some of it,” Suguru nodded, “Mostly I wanted to help you. I thought if she was gone you’d understand why I wanted to fix the world. Weak things aren’t worth protecting.”

Satoru sat, crossing his legs and leaning back on his arms, “Even if she was the weakest little fly on the planet I always would have thought she was worth protecting. That’s what true love is you know? I don’t think you’re capable of feeling that.”

Suguru scoffed, “I loved you for a long time Satoru I-”

“I loved you too Suguru, I loved both of you a lot,” he let out a long sigh and cast his eyes upwards, “I never would have done what you did though, and neither would she. When it’s real love you don’t hurt them, and you know no one’s ever hurt me as bad as you have. So I know you don’t love me, maybe at some point you did, but that changed. It’s okay though, I don’t love you either, in fact I hate you. I don’t think I’ve ever hated anyone as much as I hate you,” he looked back down at Suguru. It was the only time Suguru ever saw his pretty blue eyes holding tears, “I don’t think it’s normal to love people the way I loved her you know? I think sometimes it was too much because I can never move on. And as much as I love her, that’s how much I hate you. So I’m  happy you’re dying, I’m happy I’m going to watch you die. I hope you spend the rest of eternity suffering Suguru.”

“Careful Satoru, I might curse you if you say that,” Suguru laughed bitterly, he knew there were probably tears staining his cheeks as well but he couldn’t feel anything anymore, “I always loved you, I thought, but maybe you’re right. Maybe I just hated you both. I don’t know anymore, but I’m glad that if anyone’s going to watch me die it’s you, Satoru.”

“Yeah, me too.”

They stopped speaking after that. Satoru sat in silence across from Suguru, watching him until his eyes fell closed and his chest stopped rising.

[bookshelfdreams]

Hiii I hope this isn't too forward, but your tags re: Ed's evolving reactions to abuse and Izzy as abuse-survivor-wish-fulfillment are incredible and it would lovely as its own post, if you felt comfortable doing so!

Aww thank you! The post in question

Also, tbf, I'm just obsessed with the rule of 3, whenever there's the slightest chance of seeing a pattern like this I'll pound on it with a sledgehammer until it fits.

Anyway. Ed has 3 abusive white men in his life; his father, Hornigold, and Izzy. And all 3 he deals with, to escalating effect.

His father is the one who exerts the most power over him. Ed clearly comes from a violent household, and as a child, he is obviously completely at his fathers non-existent mercy. He beats Ed's mother, throws dishware against the wall, and there was a deleted scene where he yelled at Ed's mother for "turning my son soft" (oh how I wish they'd kept that in. I can understand why they thought this was expendable, but it would have made the connection between Ed's father and Izzy so much more obvious).

Ed cannot protect himself, or his mother, against this violence - up until the moment that he can. The moment he realizes he is no longer weak and helpless, he retaliates in the only way that he has ever seen conflicts be resolved. He knows that he can't intimidate his father into better behaviour, if he wants to end the abuse it has to be permanent. So he just fucking kills the bastard.

This is, of course, Not Ideal. Even 30odd years later, he feels monstrous and unlovable because of this moment. The violence scars him. Not because he was wrong in killing his father, necessarily; the show doesn't judge him for it. But Ed destroyed the life he could have had when he did it, and he wounded himself.

Violent solution? Possible, but he deserved better.

Next up, Hornigold, who is also a mean, abusive bastard. He represents the avoidance solution: Leave and never look back. We do not know what became of Hornigold after Ed left his ship, but 02x03 implies that Ed expects him to still be alive somewhere. Ed clearly suffered horrific abuse at his hands, both physical and emotional, and even though that is years in the past, he clearly never dealt with any of it. Gravybasket!Hornigold tells him "Sorry doesn't rebuild an abdominal wall. You gotta move on.": Don't expect an apology, don't try to make amends, just ignore what happened. Apologies are pointless, you can never expect your abuser to change his behaviour. So just try to get away from him and ignore him.

This also doesn't really work. In the gravy basket, Ed is clearly still desperate for Hornigold's approval - and is refused, as he probably was often when he sailed with him. "You're never good enough" is one of the core mantras of abusers. Hornigold is still living in Ed's head, and heart, and soul; the poison he fed him is still alive and well within him. Ed even tries a violent solution this time, but obviously that can't work.

Still, avoidance is better than violence. Hornigold is left behind, standing on that cliff, while Ed goes back into the light. Ed doesn't have to take him with him. He cannot make Hornigold regret what he did, but he can remove himself from his clutches.

And then there's Izzy. With Izzy, Ed obviously has the most ambivalent relationship. He seems to truly like Izzy, to some extend (why is that would be another post, but as briefly as possible: I think Izzy provides an interpersonal dynamic that is familiar, and therefore, a twisted kind of safe for Ed. Chronic mistreatment will embed in you the idea that there's something wrong with you, and that's something Izzy is all too willing to point out to Ed. Crucially though, Izzy is someone who's approval is actually attainable. Ed keeps around someone who will tear him down, yes, but who it is also possible to impress, and over who he has authority. He's going back to the previous relationships, only now he is in a position of power, and that may feel like he can fix them. Obviously this isn't exactly a healthy dynamic. Izzy, for his part, clearly gets a kick out of the power and status being Blackbeard's first mate gives him, and manipulating Ed into doing what he wants. Just watch how pissed he gets when his control over Ed starts to slip.).

And there's another, crucial difference: Izzy wants to come around. Izzy is the fantasy of the toxic person who realizes how shitty his behaviour is, and who deep down, cares enough to want to fix it. Who recognizes the pain he caused, and who tells Ed the things he most needs to hear: I hurt you, and I'm sorry. You didn't deserve this. I was wrong; you're fine.

And then - and this is also an important part of the wish fullfilment fantasy! - he dies. Ed doesn't have to deal with him anymore. We remove the possibility that he goes back on his apology, or tries to use that as a wedge to carve out a space for himself in Ed's life, or goes back to manipulating Ed. No. The apology has to be the final note this relationship ends on.

And this fixes it. Ed can look back on Izzy fondly.

He was a fucking nightmare. What a guy.

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere! Jonathan Joestar concept?????

Honestly, He's definitely one of my favorites in the series. He's probably one of the least dangerous Joestar yanderes imo. Very tame gentleman, lol.

Yandere! Jonathan Joestar Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Slight manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Clingy behavior, Slight jealousy, Slight violence, Slight submissive yandere, Delusional behavior, Blood mention, Brief mentions of marriage, Dubious companionship/relationship

I honestly feel like Jonathan would be one of the tamer yanderes in his bloodline.

He wouldn't want to force his darling into anything and is always very polite.

I can also see him being very affectionate and protective of the one he adores.

After all, one of his goals is to be a "true gentleman".

He aspires to be that with his darling.

Jonathan actually doesn't have many friends in his youth.

His fellow boys ostracized him because of his wealthy status which often left him isolated.

So he no doubt met you in his youth and befriended you, like a childhood friend.

He's kind and full of courage, often wanting to support you and make you happy.

Honestly, If Jonathan could give you the world, he probably would.

Jonathan lives for the happiness of his obsession.

No matter the cost.

He's always respectful and often considered the epitome of good and honorable

Even his darker side is rather subtle and not that intense.

He may come off as manipulative by accident, but quickly corrects himself.

His own obsessive desires confuse him and he isn't sure if he likes it.

He's not possessive but he finds himself slightly jealous when you have other friends.

However, Jonathan knows he must suffocate such emotions for you.

After all, if he truly cares for you and loves you, you should have your space.

Jonathan is another yandere who you could get into a relationship with and not see any of his darker tendencies.

He isn't like Dio, the definition of cunning and trickery, but he does have some darkness in him.

No one's truly pure, right?

His dark behavior is usually things like being clingy and slightly jealous.

But for the most part he seems fine.

Barely any red flags.

He seems like the perfect boyfriend material, that's how hidden his obsessive behavior is.

Although, like most yanderes, you're always on his mind.

Jonathan would want everything between you to be perfect.

Everything from little hangouts, to his confession, to even dates.

His obsession would start platonic, but transition to romantic.

He notices his feelings change when he wants to impress you and protect you more often.

Speaking of protection, Jonathan would beat up those who messed with you.

He's both a protective guardian for you yet also an affectionate teddy bear.

He's a gentle giant, essentially.

He just wants to make you happy in every way.

As I said before, he'd even make his confession perfect.

Things like flowers and in your favorite spot, all with formal clothing and a smile on his face.

You don't make a fuss about his status and treat him as a human being.

Now, he wants to be yours, now and forever.

I feel Jonathan could fit into the submissive yandere category.

You could ask him to get you anything and he'd do it.

Any gift or action, he just wants you happy and in his arms.

It could confuse him greatly if you said you didn't like him or were scared of him.

Why?

He isn't trying to hurt you, if he did hurt anyone, it was no doubt to protect you!

If you expressed some sort of discomfort towards him, he'd do his best to correct himself.

You can bet Dio isn't getting anywhere near you.

Jonathan is somewhat judging of those around you.

He wants to make sure no one harms you, if anyone did then he wants you to come running to him.

The only reason Jonathan bloodies his knuckles and clothes is to protect you.

It isn't for any nefarious reason, he genuinely just wants you safe and happy.

He won't beat up others out of jealousy.

No, if he's jealous he finds a healthier way to vent.

You deserve to have friends, he should be happy anyways.

Once he has the position of your boyfriend, then he won't have to worry.

When you're together he may show a bit more of his darker behavior.

Such as his clingy nature when giving you affection.

He tries his best to be gentle, but he could squish you with his hugs.

He's very gentle when it comes to handling you, kissing you softly and always asking if you're okay.

He isn't one to force you into anything.

If you reject his confession, he's fine with just being your best friend until you're ready.

If you aren't up to kissing or hugs, that's okay too!

Point is, he'd never be a yandere to kidnap you.

He may manipulate you into marriage and keep you in the house, but even then it's relying on your consent.

He wouldn't even murder unless he was back into a corner.

He prefers to just teach people a lesson and let them live their life.

So, compared to most yanderes, he's a keeper.

He listens to your consent and protects you from harm.

He'd spoil you and be forever loyal.

He'd marry you, make you his forever partner, and keep you happy.

Sure, sometimes he's jealous and may nudge you in the right direction.

But Jonathan would never want to hurt you or make you upset.

Eventually he'll have you in his arms, he just has to be patient and you'll come to him.

[lilyginnyblackv2]

We’ve still got a long way to go. - Buddy Daddies E12 - SPOILERS

When Rei asks Kazuki:

“You think we managed to change?” And Kazuki responds with:

“We’ve still got a long way to go.”

This is, of course, a call back to Episodes 8 and 10, when Rei asks Kazuki and he says, “Dunno,” and when Kazuki proclaims, “I guess we weren’t able to change” (or something of that nature). But now, Kazuki says, “We’ve still got  long way to go.”

I love that answer, because it’s one that is long term and shows that change isn't a one-time thing. It’s long and continuous. You, as a person, are constantly changing. If you aren’t, then that means you’ve stopped growing as a person. 

That’s Rei’s father.

He was unwilling to change. Even the resolution that Rei comes to in order to escape the Organization is one that involves him “changing” a part of himself (BLOOD WARNING) :

Shooting himself in the arm. Intently “breaking” a part of the “perfect killing machine” that his father envisioned and wanted him to stay as. Rei then left and never looked back.

Shigeki was forgotten and he lost his most valuable “asset.” His blood would likely die with Rei, in the sense of his biological bloodline not being carried on. In order for the Organization to stay in his name, he might even have to do something like adult adopt someone, otherwise, the whole name, legacy, and Organization will be lost to the Suwa name now. 

Rei hit him where it hurt and left him in ruin. Fitting in with his lines earlier in the episode where he says things like, “Bullets aren’t for resolving intergenerational squabbles.” And calling the welcome of bullets and shooting when they go through the manor doors, “domestic violence.” 

On the opposite end of this, we have Misaki. Misaki tried to change.

She died. Her death was unfortunate and unfair. A product of a cruel world. 

But unlike Shigeki, she hasn’t been forgotten. Her daughter sang loud for her. Making sure she would hear, wherever she was.

10 years later, Miri has a photo of herself and her mother on her desk. 

And she tells her mother, “I’m heading out, Mama!” That seems like a routine for her. She likely does it every day. Misaki tried to change and do right by her daughter.

Her last words were her daughter’s name, Kazuki got angry on her behalf at Ryo’s response to that answer, she died protecting Miri and Miri’s last words to her was telling her mama how much she loved her.

She got to spend her last days with her daughter - all good memories. And, even though Misaki died, she stays alive through Miri every day. Ironically, her blood will live on, while Shigeki’s will die with him. 

Finally, getting back to Kazuki and Rei. We know from Episode 9 that Kazuki and Rei are all about continuing to practice and change and move and grow. 

They changed their whole lives for Miri and are continuing to change. Shigeki was only ever shown wearing short hair and a suit. Uniform. Unchanging.

But Kazuki and Rei, while they keep core aspects of themselves and their styles, are shown looking very different from before. Not only because they are naturally older (in their mid to late 30s now), but also because they’ve done stuff like grow a beard (Kazuki - which is a bit of a rebellious thing in a way - beards aren’t looked highly upon and are seen as unprofessional) or wearing their hair slightly differently (Rei doesn’t have the shaved side anymore, he leaves two pieces of hair out of the ponytail, and he wears his ponytail long now - giving an impression of longer hair too). 

(Though, maybe Rei’s signature dish will remain unchanged, and some things staying the same sometimes is okay too, lol). Of course, Rei being a cook in and of itself is a huge change from where he was at the start of the series.

Back in Episode 9, Rei worried about them taking a photo. Kazuki felt that taking only one was likely going to be okay. But now, they have a whole bulletin board up in the diner showcasing the journey they’ve been on (well, the legal and family friendly parts, lol). Photos galore documenting the changes they’ve been through:

They are a found family. So they chose each other. So they are along for the ride, no matter how wild it may be or what changes they are confronted with. They’ll learn, they’ll grow, and they’ll live on through the food they make and the people they meet at Diner Nest. 

[romanarose]

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Summary: Jake is trying to relax at a bar when a woman won't leave him alone. Confused as to what's happening, Jake isn't sure how to react. Men don't hit women, right?

Warnings: Depiction of sexual assault (over the clothes gentile touching), reader gets aggressive with other women. Jake has old fashioned, patriarchal notions of paying for women's drink, that he shouldn't assert his boundaries, that he can't be assaulted because he's a man and she's a woman, blaming himself. Men have a right to protect themselves from violence of any sort with proportional means. Protect men. Reader mentions trauma, illuding to rape. Reader isn't exactly "safe" with going out, but neither am I know I'm "supposed to" go with friends, no walk off with strangers etc. but I won't live my life afraid. My assaults have been from people I was supposed to trust, every single time. Strangers don't scare me.

Immersabily: Fem reader. Reader mentions past sexual trauma. reader mentions working with children. At one point, Jake mentions reader being shorter than a woman taller than Jake so??? IDK if that's anything lol. Could mean anything IG.

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Jake Lockley respected women. Jake Lockley didn’t hurt women. Jake Lockley wasn’t rude to women.

That made his current position complicated.

He’d just come to this bar to drink for a bit, to get away from his alters for a bit. He loved them and he loved the new relationship with Steven and Marc, but he needed peace and alone time. Well, not totally alone. When he was totally alone, Khonshu liked to talk to him like they were friends or something, that’s not what he wanted, so Jake went to a karaoke bar.

 He liked it, honestly. It was fun seeing people’s personalities come out in the songs they sang, he liked watching people get more and more drunk, strangers becoming friends, people singing way out of their key as the night went on. Some people hated watching others do karaoke but Jake thought it was fun. It was people’s truest selves. He liked to watch the show, drink a little but also keep an eye on things. No one was getting roofied or assaulted on his watch.

As people got drunker, a very unsteady woman got on stage (barely) and tried to rap to Without Me by Eminem. It did not go well. It wasn’t terrible, she knew th lyrics down pat but 1. She could not rap for the life of her 2. She was very giggly and kept laughing. The smiling DJ kept taking the second mic and filling in for her while she laughed. It was adorable. 

That was his first impression of you.

The night went on and he noticed you weren’t with friends. A bold move, going out alone. You were brave. He liked that. He tried to keep a special eye on you but it was proving difficult and you were beginning to stress him out. You’d leave drinks with random people asking the girls to watch it. How did you know they could be trusted? He followed you outside when you stumbled off with people you were talking too, only to find you smoking in an alley. What the hell is wrong with you? You were going to get yourself killed. Right now, you were his main focus.

Until you left to use the bathroom, leaving your drink on a table and Jake attempted to walk toward it to make sure no one spiked it when another women intercepted him. “Hi handsome, what’s your name?” She smiled at him, looking down a bit. She was tall. Jake didn’t mind his women taller than him; he liked his women however they came, but she seemed to be positioning herself to intentionally intimidate him.

“Jake.” He needed to get over to watch your drink, but when he tried to step to the side, she stepped along with him and blocked his path. It was when she put a hand on his chest he grew uncomfortable.

“My name’s Cas, why don’t we head to the bar and you buy me a drink?”

Jake was about to object. He needed to get to you, but he didn’t have much of a choice when she grabbed his tie and pulled him. She ordered two vodka cranberries. Jake didn’t like vodka. Why was he paying? That’s what he did, right? He was supposed to pay. He was supposed to entertain beautiful women -and she was beautiful for sure. 

He wasn’t entirely sure how she got him in this position, but he wasn’t doing much to fight it. He was backed into corner and the woman was kissing him. He didn’t like it. Jake’s stress was compounded by the anxiety that he couldn’t see your drink, he couldn’t see you. Did something happen? Did someone spike the drink because Jake wasn’t watching? He wasn’t watching because he was horny? 

He didn’t want to kiss her, but when she ground her body against his, the natural reaction was to get hard. He fought it, fought it, fought it but his will power was no match for biology. Jake felt like fucking shit. His body was stiff, he wasn’t kissing back, he kept trying to move away but his efforts were weak. She was strong, and it wasn’t like he could push her or hit her. Only weak men hit women, right?

When he turned, he locked eyes with you. Little did he know, you had been watching much of the scene play out. It wasn’t entirely clear what was happening, as the crowd of karaoke fridays kept blocking your view, but you’d grown concerned when you saw him in a corner and went to investigate. One of the girl’s you’d met and had been chatting with told you not to worry about it, that the man could handle himself… but after all you’d been through, you never wanted someone to go through that.

Then you see it. The woman’s hand went to cup his crotch, and the panic on the man’s face that had locked eyes with yours was clear. He tried to gently nudge her away, to squirm out of her grasp but she didn’t move. So you did.

The violation on his body got him moving a bit, disgust at himself for letting them happen. Not because it was his boundaries, his body, his autonomy, but because the body was Marc and Steven’s, and he was letting someone touch Marc and Steven. He wasn’t protecting them, he was failing them, but he still couldn’t manage to get her off him without hurting her. 

“I don’t-” He tried to protest, but she shushed him.

“Yes, you do.”

Did he?

Before he had time to think more, Cas was ripped off of him, and another body was placed in between. 

You stared the woman down, glaring daggers into her eyes; although shorter than her, you show no fear. All night, you’ve shown no fear.

“What the hell is wrong with you!” You shout at her.

“Me?” The woman gahawfs. “You’re interrupting a perfectly good-”

“He’s clearly uncomfortable!”

“He’s a big boy, he can handle himself.”

“Well he doesn’t have to, because I’m handling it, now get the fuck out of here!”

Cas looks at Jake, glaring at him and flipping him off before walking away. Jake wasn’t entirely sure what he did, but whatever it was, it was wrong.

Once she left, you turn to the man again. He looks in shock. “Can we step outside?” 

Silent, Jake nods and you take him hand, carefully guiding him to the alley where you pull up two crates for you both to sit on. Both his hands are in yours now.

“I need you to breathe with me, okay, in your nose, out your mouth.” Your voice calms him. It’s only then that he realized he wasn’t calm. Jake was having a panic attack. You continued instruction. “I’m going to squeeze our hands as I breath in, but if you need to squeeze at any time, you can. Hard as you need to, you won’t hurt me.”

You did just as you said. As you breathed in, You gently squeezed his hands, letting go as you breathed out. It helped him keep in time when the panic made blood rush to his ears. He couldn't hear you, but he could feel you. Jake certainly wasn’t going to squeeze as hard as he could -his strength could actually hurt you, despite what you said- but he did give a few good squeezes and although his were random and erratic, yours remained steady. Jake latched onto that steadiness, beginning to squeeze in time with you until he was calm.

After a few moments of silence, Jake spoke. “Where’d you learn that?” He didn’t fully look at you, but you could hear the smile in your voice.

“I work with preschoolers. It’s a great way to teach them to manage their emotions…” You pause a little before adding. “Well, I guess I learned it from myself. Breathing exercises were the only way to calm myself down for a while.”

With that, Jake locked eyes with you. “You’ve had… you’ve felt like that before?”

You nod. “Yeah. Especially when random people touch me. What happened to you, has happened to me, so touch can be very triggering.”

That caught his attention. Jake was no stranger to rape victims; he’d killed plenty rapists in his day… but this still mad him feel pity. You were kind, and it made him sad to think that you’d felt like he did now.

“Someone did that to you?”

“Multiple people.” You confirm. “Sometimes it ended at a bar or a party, sometimes it ended… much worse.”

Jake felt anger in his confusing mix of emotions. He wanted to track down every single person who did that to you and end them, violently. “Is that why you…”

“Stepped in? Kinda. I’d hate for anyone to feel like I did.” Your smile was kind and warm. “But I’ve always been like that. A little crazy.” Crazy is how you’d put it.

Jake nodded, only then realizing he was still holding your hand. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay.” You reassure him before finally telling him your name.

“Jake”

“Well Jake, I assume after all that you don’t want to go inside. Can I walk you home?”

Absolutely insane, you were just trusting him like this… but he really didn’t want to be alone right now. “I drove. I only had one drink… if you’d like I can drive you home?”

You smiled. “I’d like that. What’s your last name?”

“Lockley.”

“Okay, Lockley. Stay here.”

You went inside, coming out and handing him his ID.

Now Jake was confused. “I- what?”

“Your tab.” You explained. “I paid it.”

Jake had never had a woman pay for his drink before. The only person he ever let get away with it was Matty, and that was on a good day.

“But-... I can pay my own tab?” He tried to protest, as if it wasn’t already paid.

“I’m sure you can.” Gathering up his hands in yours again, you pull him to his feet. “It’s just one drink, no big deal. I didn’t want you to have to see her again.”

Having a woman pay for his drink should make him embarrassed. A woman assaulting him should make him feel embarrassed. But you? You calmed all that. A drink wasn’t a big deal to you, but most importantly, you validated his feelings. You didn’t make him feel weak for feeling how he did. 

It was okay to be human with you.

You protected him, and he wanted to spend the rest of his life returning the favor.

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I just wanna protect Jakey and make him feel saaaaaaaafe.

he deserves it.

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[bagginshieldlibrary]

SUNDAY FIC REC LIST

This week's selection is Hurt/Comfort. So get your Blankies, snackies and a trusted stuffed companion, because this is going to hurt your feelings.

First up is Teach Me Your Ways by airebellah

Summary: Thorin sat in a bookstore reading to his nephews. He struggled to read the foreign English text, but he would do anything to please his nephews. Including humiliating himself in front of a cute man with a small boy of his own.

Thorin Durin, forced from his home in war-torn Erebor, struggles to adapt to England’s language and customs. Bilbo offers to help, and amongst many a cultural confusion, their relationship quickly grows beyond simple language lessons.

Rating: Gen

The summary says it all. :)

(you need and account to read it)

Next Up is Bad Blood by @conkers-thecosy

Summary: Bilbo patted Gloin awkwardly on the back, once, and was glad when the dwarf let go. It had only been a fraction of the time Thorin had held him for on the Carrock, and he was glad for it. Somehow it had been different, and perhaps until now, until he had been hugged fast by another of their company, held as a friend expressing gratitude, Bilbo hadn’t quite realised how different.

The thought of their leader caused Bilbo’s gaze to drag across to where Thorin was standing, restrained firmly by two elves, and he was embarrassed to find those blue eyes fixed upon him quite unblinkingy. His expression was unreadable, as it always seemed to be, but there was something fierce in his gaze. Something barely contained. Hidden, but so close to the surface that Bilbo still got a sense of it. Like a shadow, or smoke reflected in glass.

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Or: How might the events of Mirkwood unfolded if Bilbo hadn't had the ring?

Rating: Teen and up

Angry protective Bilbo. Biting. Feral acts of violence against elves. Nobody's secrets are safe. Conkers I love you for this one.

In third we have, A King's Bond by Mordelle

Summary: King Thorin felt like Mahal Himself had swung his mighty hammer and cracked it right between his dazed blue eyes. The vibrations from The Strike shook his very being from his skull to his heart and then out through every nerve in his body. His eyes rolled back, his lungs expelled every breath of air, and the King Under the Mountain swooned so violently that his chair tipped backward with a loud crash, leaving everyone in the room silently gaping at the head of the table where only a pair of royal boots could be seen. His One had finally returned his Call.

Rating: Mature

(just imagine a string of crying emoji's here.) there's fading, there's parental rage, there's slow burn. They love each other your honor.

Our 4th fic is Wild Wings by DomesticGoddess

Summary:

Wounded and stranded in a strange forest, Thorin finds himself in the care of a lovebird, a reclusive and mysterious race. He’s not impressed. His host appears backward and primitive. But Bilbo seems content enough to play caretaker while Thorin heals, and that is a mercy. Isolated with the halfling, Thorin has little to do besides navigate the barriers between them and learn more about his host. The more he learns, the more he finds himself drawn to the selfless, hardworking hobbit.

But how can he be sure that this growing attraction between them is anything more than an intimacy brought on by isolation? Besides, Thorin’s a king. He’ll have to return to his kingdom, and Bilbo has never left the forest.

Rate: Explicit

WING FIC!! WING FIC!!!! WING FIC!!!!! That is all.

And lastly we have Through the mist (I find you) by MiraHerondale

Summary: Bilbo returns to Erebor two years after the Battle of the five Armies, invited by his friends to join the Durin's Day festivities. With his last memory of Thorin being him dying on the ice of Ravenhill, he worries he might not be entirely welcome. After all, he never heard about his banishment being revoked. What he finds, is simply much more devastating.

Rate: Explicit

Thorin's lost his memories. Bilbo's desperate to get one last taste. I apologize for the hurt, but also You're welcome for the rest!

[servicepen]

Krang one x Reader headcanons

I only ever found one krang x reader in my lifetime, which is honestly kinda disappointing. If no one else is gonna write some krang x reader, I guess I’ll have to do it myself. So here are my headcanons for this alien warlord.

-affection is kind of foreign to krang one since Krangs are a tough and violent species, so he’s not used to physical contact that doesn’t involve violence or pain. So when he experiences touch that is soft and caring it causes him to become flustered. At first he doesn’t know how to feel about it but over time he grew to like and crave being given affection. Congratulations, you caused an alien warlord to become touch starved and he hates it :D -the place on his side where his frills are located are sensitive, so he doesn’t really like being touched there, but he does allow you to since he trusts you. If you scratch/pet that spot gently he will melt and become a purring mess. He will only let you do this in private. -When he learns more about affection he will start showing you affection, such as compliments, hugging, nuzzling and sometimes even kissing(though he’s a bit awkward with it but he’s trying.) -he loves being praised and complimented, especially when it’s from you, it boosts his ego and he will even show off his skills just to impress you. -he is not very good at comforting but that doesn’t mean he won’t try. He doesn’t like you being hurt or upset. He will talk to you and listen to why you’re upset. If it was a person that made you like this, he’ll offer to kill them for you, which you tell him not to. Other than that, He will probably hug and hold you close to comfort you. -He won’t admit it but he likes cuddling with you. He likes holding you close to him in a way that’s almost possessive. Sometimes he doesn’t realize how tight he’s holding you until you tell him -He finds horror movies entertaining and likes watching them with you. He doesn’t get scared watching them and often likes to criticize and makes fun of them. I can see him liking movies like ‘Alien’ and ‘alien vs predator’. He will find it amusing if you get scared watching them and will tease you about it, though he secretly loves it when you cling to him while watching them. -you cannot tell me that krang one doesn’t have some trauma from his time in the prison dimension. The prison dimension messed him up more than he would like to admit. He has night terrors/nightmares once in awhile about the prison dimension. You’ve woken up to him shouting awake, tears brimming in his eyes, talking in his sleep and sometimes accidentally hurt you out of reflexes. When he comes to his senses and realizes that he hurt you he’ll apologize and help heal you. -He probably won’t talk about his nightmares/night terrors no matter how close you are to him. You seeing him in a vulnerable state was embarrassing enough but actually talking about it? It just felt… humiliating. He feels that his fears are stupid and embarrassing and that talking about it would be humiliating. He doesn’t want to be pitied, especially by you, it felt wrong to him. The best thing you can do to comfort him is to stay with him for the night, your presence is comforting to him. -Being in the prison dimension also made him experience how horrifying being truly alone is. He’s afraid of being truly alone and losing the ones he loves and cares about, which causes him to be protective and kinda possessive of you. You’re probably going to have to reassure him and probably talk to him about boundaries.

-he won’t hesitate to fight and/or kill to protect you. You are one of the few loved ones he has left in his life and mean more to him than anything else in this world, and if that means having to sacrifice himself or even wiping out an entire planet to keep you safe, then so be it.

These are all my headcanons for now. I’ll probably do more and even write some oneshots.

[sleepingdeath-light]

yandere hcs ; wildberry cookie

requested by ; anonymous (08/05/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; wildberry cookie

outline ; “Could i maybe request some Yandere Wildberry Cookie hcs? thank you and have a good day!”

note ; i can’t really see wildberry cookie as a yandere so this was a bit of a challenge to keep in character, but hopefully this was still enjoyable for you all to read!

warning(s) ; yandere!wildberry cookie, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, references to violence

given his typical demeanour and behaviour around others, it’s really difficult for you to notice when his love for you starts to become obsessive and unhealthy — at least for a while, but the signs are all there if you care to look for them beyond those rose tinted glasses of yours (he’s not the greatest at manipulation, after all)

when his gentlemanly insistence on walking you home, arm in arm, even when he’s still on shift as a guard becomes an intense need to keep you by his side for as long as humanly possible lest someone cause you harm or steal you from him in his absence

when his boyish shows of strength shift in motivation from just wanting to impress you and keep you safe, to being a quick and effortless way to dissuade any would-be suitors from getting too close (making sure they know that he’s more than capable of causing them harm if they even try to meddle in your relationship)

(when the people who still insist on flirting with you, or who just approach you with concern or a want to help, suddenly either show up with intense injuries and flee with their tails between their legs whenever they see you, or just vanish entirely — and your beloved only offers reassurances that he’ll always protect you and he won’t let anything happen to you, never truly addressing the source of your confusion and anxiety)

when the rare days he gets off stop being something you look forward to and start being the very thing you dread — when falling asleep wrapped up in his large, muscular arms feels less comforting and more like you’re being suffocated in his vice-like grip and crushed against his chest (unable to move, unable to shift, unable to leave — at least until he wakes up)

when your job at the castle (which he insisted you take) starts to feel less like a lucky coincidence and more like another excuse to keep you in his line of sight at all times — like he was a warden and you were his prisoner

again, it’s a slow change — or at least that’s how it feels to you — so slow that you don’t notice it until it’s much too late, you’re in far too deep, and you can’t get out

and once you realise, you can’t just go back to pretending everything is normal

every show of affection, every touch, is either sickeningly light to the point that it’s like he feels as if you’ll shatter like glass if he’s any rougher, or done with such intensity that it knocks the air out of your lungs and leaves your whole body trembling, aching, and as if you’ll collapse at any moment

every date feels performative, fake, and shallow — you know that he’d much rather keep you all to himself away from prying eyes, but his role in the kingdom keeps him in line just enough so that he gives you those small glimpses of freedom (those tense walks around the palace grounds, those blissful trips down to the market, those strolls back home after work where the metal of his gauntlet is digging into your skin through your clothes and his body is pressed so tightly against yours that it damn near burns — he always had run hot…)

every conversation dies far too quickly now — you used to be able to fill that tense silence with laughter and jokes and other such things that more than made up for how quiet he could be, but now you could barely even bring yourself to look at him, let alone speak, so all that’s left between you is awkward silence and the occasional few sentences born of his desperation to hear your voice again

the only person you’re really permitted to interact with in any meaningful way is your queen, hollyberry cookie, because of how close and trusting wildberry cookie is of her — though, of course, she never learns the true darkness lurking beneath the surface of his ‘love’ for you and only sees the charm and affection in his behaviour

she’s also probably the only one that would be able to get through to him and make him understand just how unhealthy his obsession with you is — if you can get her to see what’s going on between you two, that is

(you’re well and truly alone… except for him, of course)

he has killed for you before and will do so again the moment he’s given any reason to do so — he will not risk losing you

when he’s not working (and even when he is, depending on how dangerous his specific duties are that day) you can guarantee that he’s going to be attached to you at the hip, refusing to leave you alone a second more than he needs to — privacy is more of a dream for you in a relationship like this

[tanglepelt]

Run Ghost Run 6

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Danny Has a run in with a certain crime lord and runs.

So, Lady Gotham just dumped him. Danny is now in a completely different place. Still Gotham. Just who knows where. Back to ground one for getting a lay of the land.

Time to initiate operation get some sleep. Hopefully best plan he’ll have this week, this was not Danny’s exhaustion talking.

Standing from his seated position he dusted off his jeans. The alleyway wasn’t that impressive, the dumpster in the corner and ratty old mattress was the most eventful thing. Litter did line the alley as well. This place really was down in the dumps. Avoiding the broken glass and loose bits of buildings he peeked into the street.

The street ahead of him was lined with poorly maintained buildings. Broken windows boarded up with plywood and some with cardboard. Some building seemed to be falling apart. Literal chucks of rubble where on the street. They even looked like they had been bombed and hints of massive fires.

Well, Danny could find an abandoned building or something to stay in. There had to be a condemned building or two. It was just a matter of finding one.

He could see lights flickering in some of the buildings. Whether legally occupied or not he wasn’t trespassing. Other people out there are probably hiding out. Sticking to the side of the road he began to walk. He’d peer down any alley in the street. Nothing much just more trash.

As Danny was walking, he could feel the corrupted ectoplasma getting stronger as he walked. Wherever he was had a great volume of it. Some event happened here that change the course of Gotham. There was more than just corrupt ectoplasma here.

Danny could sense something unexpected. Something that could be helpful, a natural repent.

Rancid ectoplasma.

Rancid and dangerous. You only get it when ectoplasma is left to fester, often being fed. It had to be maintained, else it would just stay corrupted. Typically, healthy offerings are given to feed it. It was as if he was back in the ream at the River of Revulsion.

Frostbite had explained it to him after the whole infa-map incident. The ghost had let himself fester in the ectoplasma. He had taken lives back in the human realm to create these puddles of grossness. That it refused to decontaminate. There had been talk about how the ghost had tons of the stuff hidden and scattered amongst the human realms. None were ever found if they had been left behind, they’d only be getting worse. Just as they sealed away Pariah, they bound the ghost to the river.

If a puddle was in Gotham, he could camp out there. Even with Lady Gotham’s promise to hide his signature why not add more layers of protection. His belt, Gotham and a natural repellant would be great.

Frostbite did warn of health issues regarding dirty and corrupt ectoplasma. It was a full-on lecture. Jazz had taken the notes as he had zoned out. He knows there was side effects of being exposed to them. Both had different clean up methods as well.

Corrupt ectoplasma had natural ways to be cleansed. Blob ghost loved the stuff. As soon as he solved the whole war issue and running away problem, he could probably pencil in a town cleansing. Just a matter of releasing the blobs. Only liminals or those with ectoplasma would even be able to see them. Clearing the corrupt ectoplasma would bring a feeling of calm to liminals and allow weak spirits to cross easier.

There was no natural way to clean ectoplasma. It wasn’t natural. It took effort to get it dirty. Sacrifices to be specific. Cleaning it wasn’t easy. It took flushing it out of a system and could be destructive if just suddenly removed. The whole reason the river of revulsion existed. It would cause a huge explosion in the infinite realm if they just removed it.

One of them caused violence and lack of emotional control. The other made ghost more obsessive more desperate they were less likely to move on to their afterlife. There were probably more issues they caused. The explosion part was more exciting to listen to. Danny really should have paid more attention. He did know that a new version of doom had released that day.

In his defense he lived where the veil was natural. He did not have to worry about the dangers of non-pure ectoplasma. Even the food he ate was contaminated with it. Not whatever is going on here. Forced open death ectoplasma not his cup of tea. Do not collet $200 and do not pass go vibes going on here.

Yet again his ghost sense went off. It was wrong. It wasn’t the chill he knew.

Looking around Danny spotted a red figure on a roof.

It wasn’t red robin. The blurry picture on the internet did not have his face completely covered by a red... helmet? Hood? It was red and covering his face. Whoever he was did not appear when he searched up vigilantes. There were no other beings around so obviously it was a ghost. Add in the feeling of disgust and the feeling of revulsion. It wasn’t just any ghost, but one that needed to be decontaminated. This was a problem.

 With a blink the figure was now right in front of him.

When the figure was in front of him, Danny most certainly did not jump. Nope he is not sitting on the ground after being startled. He looked at Red and could clearly see his chest breathing. Was this guy contaminated? Was he not a ghost? Couldn’t be a halfa. Jazz, Tucker, and Sam never set off his ghost sense. Why did he? Maybe this was a trick. The breathing could be a trick.

Red’s hand was suddenly in front of Danny “kid, don’t you know it’s dangerous to be out in Gotham this late at night, especially crime ally.”

The way he was positioned directly in front of him and his stance ready to grab him had to be intentional. It would make running nearly impossible unless he used his powers.

Jazz didn’t raise a fool; Danny was not going to let him grab him that easy. Danny just glared at him, the dude didn’t even care. As he twisted to the side to push himself up, he felt as sharp pain in his stomach. It felt like being stabbed all over again, then it felt like it was on fire. He pulled something, did something. With a wince he, still sitting on the ground, clutched his chest.

“You need medical attention. Rather you not pass out on the street.” Red said with concern.

Danny yet again glared once again it was ignored. “I’m fine” he snapped.

Red gave him a pointed look. “Kid, I can see the bruising on your eyes. Your clearly injured. Just let me help you.”  

“Its fine, it will heal.”

Red just looked mildly annoyed at Danny attempts to avoid the problem. Red shifted his stance yet again.

The two argued back and forth a bit more.

“One way or another you’re getting medical attention. I know you need help. Just come with me and you can leave once you’re all patched up.”

Screw it.

Ignoring his newfound pain, he forced himself up from a sitting position. Just in time for red to reach out for him. It was now or never. He went intangible.

The same burning pain was back. Just like his very essence was being torn apart. It was draining and painful. He couldn’t maintain the intangibility for long. It was already flickering and forcing himself back into being tangible. It lasted long enough. Red hadn’t shown any hesitance or shock but couldn’t follow him through the wall of two buildings.

By the time he couldn’t keep it up. He was inside one of the buildings. Thankfully it was empty. Majority of the windows were boarded up from the outside. He could tell Red was still lingering. He could feel the ectoplasma, thankfully It was getting farther away.

Red wouldn’t be able to sneak up on him again. He knew to feel for the gross ectoplasma.

The building he was in empty. There was nothing here. Well minus rubble. The only light came through the cracks in the boards on the windows. He needed something with more light. He needed to check himself over. There was a sketchy staircase he was going to explore.

The steps were creaky and loose as he went up them. This place wouldn’t pass an inspection, but neither would the house back in Amity. So, he just continued up. It led to a door.

The door would not want to open. He pushed and pulled it like a normal person. When that didn’t work, he looked around for any reason it was stuck. The door wasn’t locked. It was metal so maybe it rusted or something. Would that keep it from opening? Adding a little more oomph to his push the door opened.

The door led to a roof top. Looking around he could see why the door wouldn’t open. There was a wall all around the roof, its intention in the past to keep people from falling off. Now it was in ruins. Bits and pieces of rubble laying around. There was a recently disturbed pile of rocks by the opened door. When it crumbled some most of blocked the door.

The moon was shining bright in the sky. He could make this work. There was a little bump out where the two walls met. He took the bag off his back and started to pilfer through it. He took out the med kit from the bag and set it down.

Taking off the sweatshirt off he could see how big of a problem this was going to be. The sweatshirt had fresh blood. It may be black, but he could feel the wetness. It’s not like it had been raining around here. The bandages proved the story true. They were red.

He needed a second before handling it. Sitting against one of the walls.

After just a little bit. He began the task of unwrapping, sewing and re bandaging. Thankfully the bad had a t-shirt and a second sweatshirt. This one was just black with a little green ghost on it. Sam had gotten it for him as a gift. Said it was ironic.

The med kit also had a few vials of pure ectoplasma. Normally he’d mix it in with some food after a patrol gone bad. It helped speed up his recovery. Not nearly as powerful as the ecto-dejecto but he didn’t have another one of those. He grabbed one and chugged it like it was a shot.

Now was as good as any other time to check out the envelope in the bag. He wasn’t sure who put it there. Sam was responsible for the bags being made but the whole group did now the locations of the go-bags.

The envelope had $500 in cash. No doubts Sam’s contribution. It also held a note.

Little Brother,

It’s been over 24 hours since we’ve last seen or heard from you.

We know you went to send the warning but have not seen you since. There have been no check-ins, not texts no notes. You’ve just vanished. We knew the warning got delivered. The three of us all felt it. Would have been nice to know we would glow green.

Thankfully we weren’t around anyone when it happened.

Tucker pulled the footage for the portal from the time you left in the morning until the next morning.

There were no records of any footage. Nothing about the portal being opened. It was all gone. Mom and dad erased all footage from the lab. There is nothing, tucker couldn’t even recover the footage.

For them to erase any of their footage is never a good sign. They still have the corrupt footage from the lab accident and that’s something they could never fix.

No way to interrogate them even subtly. Last anyone saw of them they were speeding towards the town outskirts. That was about an hour before I got home.

We had no choice but to bug frostbite.

He and pandora saw you off the night prior.

We all know something happened. Frostbite and Pandora said they’d still guard the portal. They are worried for you; they want to know if you’re okay.

I want you to remember Tucker, Sam and I are here for you. Don’t go through this alone. Do not ignore us.

-Jazz

There lies the problem. He did have to do it alone. He would put the rest in danger. If frostbite and Pandora knew. Others had to know. The ghost are all gossips. Someone would have seen them talking to the humans.

Packing up his bag and looking up at the surprisingly clear night sky, Danny decided sleeping on a roof was a wise ides. He fell asleep with the stars shining above him.

[snowy-weather]

Ace of Swords characters 2 - the alves

Another post of characters from Ace of Swords, my original story.

The alves are a race of elf-like people. They have green skin, pointy ears and sharp canine teeth. Their lifespan is similar to humans. Their main homeland is Aukreto.

Alves do not have last names and are instead named after the town, city or province they were born in. The royal alven family are all named 'of Aukreto'.

Here are (most of) the alf characters in Ace of Swords:

The Royal alves:

Prince Aman of Aukreto. He is the middle of three brothers and a kind and friendly soul. He loves poetry, literature and animals. As a child he was relentlessly bullied by his younger brother Santos, but he always had a good relationship with his older brother Daedalos. Despite being overall pacifistic, Aman is a great swordsman and can fight if he needs to.

Prince Santos of Aukreto. The youngest of three brothers. Santos is a sadistic man who enjoy bringing pain and suffering on others and doesn't care about anyone but himself. He ran away from the alven kingdom when his brother Daedalos became king and is now trying to build an army to take over a country of his own.

King Daedalos of Aukreto. The oldest of three brothers. He is the current king of Aukreto. Daedalos is a serious man who comes across as flat and emotionless. But he cares about being as good a king as he can be, as well as being a supportive big brother to Aman. However, he never had a good relationship with Santos.

Queen Kallisto of Miota. Daedalos' wife and queen of Aukreto, though she really doesn't have too much of an interest in ruling. She's a withdrawn and socially awkward woman who prefers to sit in the library reading books. A lot of people at the palace find her a bit creepy and odd because of her awkward mannerisms.

Phoebe of Akrurin. Half-sister to Santos, Aman and Daedalos. She has no official royal titles as she was born from an affair between the old king and a maid. She was only welcomed into the family when Daedalos became king and had the power to do so. She's a sweet and clever woman.

Santos' Followers:

Petreos of Xenonius. He was originally Santos' bodyguard who was supposed to protect Santos from the world and vice-versa. When Santos fled the alven kingdom, Petreos joined him as one of his followers. Petreos is a serious, quiet and slightly socially awkward man. He's deeply in love with Santos but refuses to see that he loves something in him that doesn't exist and that Santos is just using him.

Tyrios. He is probably the most dangerous of Santos' followers. An unhinged, creepy maniac who loves violence. When fighting he can completely lose himself and go berserk, turning into a danger to even his allies. Tyrios doesn't care about fame or glory or Santos' goals, he just cares about fighting.

Athix. Athix was originally a soldier who was drowning in debt and joined Santos' gang in the hope of gaining riches and protection from debt collectors. He's an upbeat and friendly guy. He's head over heels in love with fellow Santos follower Maron and goes out of his way to try and impress him.

Maron. He was originally a scholar at the alven palace, but left with Santos because he hoped joining the rogue prince would bring him fame and fortune. He's a standoffish and vain person. Usually acts annoyed with Athix' antics, but secretly thinks he's really cute. (And is totally cursing himself for falling for this man. )

Zethos. An older ex-soldier who's extremely grumpy and actually joined Santos because he thought Santos should be king. Why is anyone's guess.

Other alves:

Odano. A falconer working at the alven palace. He's overly confident and kind of an ass. He and prince Aman used to be an item, but have broken up. Now Odano loves to just tease and annoy Aman.

Flavius. An alf who lives in the same village as the main character Sen. He has very little connection to his homeland or other alves. A grumpy and perpetually tired guy. He lives with his adopted daughter Sally and she brings out the best in him.

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Chapter 4- Not Adjusting Well |La Squadra x Reader|

Warning: strong language, murder (random guy), blood, physical abuse, threats. MA.

Risottos POV

"We're only taking you with our team so that you'll be safe," Risotto began, his tone low as he spoke to you. This was a serious matter.. a rival gang threatened to do something he rather not even think about to you in hopes of pissing off Risotto and his men, but Melone caught wind of the men's plan and only was able to capture and kill one of the men.

Usually, Risotto would leave you at the base with someone. on some occasions, he even left you here by yourself due to how closed off their hideout was. This was a completely different situation thought. These men who wanted to hurt you were rival gang members. Fucking noobs at that, rookies that wanted to move up. They made a very foolish mistake.

"What the fuck is wrong with those fucking cock suckers!?" Melone snapped, kicking the limp dead body of the man he captured. "Trying to touch what's ours!? What doesn't belong to them!? She's ours, I'll rip them all apart!" Melone was always composed, this was the first time Risotto had ever seen Melone snap so badly.

The dead man that laid at Melones feet was in terrible shape, all of his fingers and both of his arms bent and twisted in odd angles. Pieces of his teeth and blood splatters were scattered all over the base, his face beaten unrecognizable. Blood dripped from Melones knuckles, bruised and bloodied. This man.. he didn't die from stand use or a gun, Melone beat this guy to death after getting a small amount of information out of him.

Risotto found himself a little impressed at how Melone handled the situation, him being the most careful and calculated of his men. Beating someone to death was something that Illuso or Ghiaccio pulled, Melone always waited to attack when he had no other choice, using his stand from behind the scenes. It seemed as if Melone had no self-control when it came to protecting you, which was good. Risotto wanted you alive, safe, and serving your purpose to be the equivalent of a wife to the men.

You seemed to be fine about the situation, despite being with Melone when they targeted you. Then, when Melone started to torture the male, you seemed to be.. entranced, it seemed as if you couldn't look away from the violence. It fascinated you to watch blood splatter all over the floor. You still seemed to be staring at the dead man, causing Illuso to place his hand on your knee, his large hand squeezing your thigh.

"Okay," you finally replied, seeming to be fine with the idea. You stood up, moving your thigh away from Illusos' hand as you made your way over to Melone. "Relax, he's dead. Why do you need to keep kicking him? Just calm down a little." You placed your hand just above Melones stomach, gently pushing him back.

You cared about Melone. It was clear that you already had feelings for him, feelings that started to make Risotto feel confident that you could be fully trusted. He didn't trust you yet, feeling as if you would run away and leave them or ruin his reputation and kiss another capo in public. He knew you wouldn't rat them to the cops, knowing you were a criminal and had a negative reputation of being 'an annoying cunt' to the cops. He didn't know what you did to get that reputation, you weren't one to speak much about your life. With you loving and trusting one or more of them you'll never leave, and Risotto was proud of Melone.

Proud of him for loving you may sound silly, but his love seemed to be a different kind of love than what he's ever heard of or witnessed. Melone followed you, he watched you, he went through your phone and your laptop when you weren't around, he did what the other men didn't. Prosciutto watched you, and Formaggio seemed to be helping you adjust, but Melone took everything a step further. Honestly, with Melone around and obsessed with you, you would never be able to run away or disappear - Melone would find you.

"I love you, I fucking love you! I can't let you get hurt, don't you understand!? I'll kill anyone that tries to fucking hurt you!" Melone snapped as he walked backwards, reacting to you pushing him back towards the kitchen. "Wait until I catch those others!"

Formaggio stood directly in front of the dead body, leaning against the wall as he seemed to be looking away from the body. "Ew, he pissed his fuckin' pants, we have dead piss and blood everywhere!" He shook his head as he kept his head turned away, reaching his hand up to pinch his nose. "He wouldn't even let me get a hit in, for fucks sake."

"How about we focus on getting your hands cleaned up first?" You questioned as you pushed him into the kitchen, the two of you vanishing from Risottos sight.

"We can't let nobody try and fuck and kill our pussy, they're trying to disrespect us," Illuso snapped as soon as you left the room, shaking his head as he looked over at Risotto. "They see she's a hot piece of ass and they want her. And if anyone's gonna kill her, it'll be us."

Risotto slammed his hand down on the coffee table, his eyes cutting into Illuso. "Stop saying that we are never going to have to kill her. She isn't the type to betray. Don't let that come out of your mouth. If she hears you say that she may run away, and I don't feel like chasing her down." Suddenly, his voice got lower as he looked around at his men, immediately being the type to tell his men exactly what was on his mind.

"Despite all of you agreeing, I know you have your certain doubts about Y/N. I know she's not very.. listen, she's attractive, she's taking care of or going to take care of all of you. If you aren't going to respect her, that's fine, but realize that she's a part of this team," Risotto spoke, causing Ghiaccio to suddenly look up, his dark eyes narrowing. "She may be beneath all of us, but she has skills, and she seems to be very okay with our violent lifestyle. Protecting her is just one small price of the things that she does and will be doing for us."

"She does suck my dick really well," Illuso said, nodding his head. "Alright, I got you, boss. I wouldn't actually kill her, I was speaking metaphorically. Swear on my dear dead mother." He raised his hand, saluting Risotto.

Risotto raised his eyebrows. After Risotto, Illuso was second when it came to physical strength, being one of his strongest men when it came to combat. Illusos' past military experience tied in with his strength and stand made him a valuable member of the team. He's just very annoying and a raging alcoholic, but when you're an assassin, you end up developing some kind of issue. Risotto cared deeply about all his men, willing to look past all their flaws because he knew that they were all loyal and hardworking.

"Let's hurry up and get a move on then, Pesci is pulling up with the white van in 10 minutes," Ghiaccio spoke sharply as he closed his laptop. "Who's staying behind? The body needs to be disposed of. I don't mind staying back." It was clear that Ghiaccio did not like you, having no interest in you at all.

"We can just shrink him and freeze him, shatter his body, and dump him in the middle of the ocean," Formaggio added in, already forming a plan. "I'll stay back with him. I'm sure we can get rid of the body pretty quickly."

Just as he said that Melone entered the room, his once bloodied hands bandaged up. You followed behind, stopping next to the dead body, leaning down as you reached your arm out. "Hey," Melone spoke to you with light authority in his voice. "Put the tooth down. You can not have it. I told you not to look or touch, come on now."

You muttered something low that Risotto didn't quite catch as you stood up, cutting Melone a look that he couldn't really describe, perhaps a mix of amusement and annoyance? "What if I need a new tooth?" You questioned, sarcasm thick in your tone.

"Yeah I hear you, mhm," Melone replied, grabbing your hand as he led you to the living room, keeping a tight hold on your hand. "These fucks.. that bastard said that they're fleeing south. They're dead."

"Pesci just texted me. Let's go ahead and get a move on," spoke Risotto as he stood up.

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Your disobedience to simple orders was beginning to piss both Prosciutto and himself off. Risotto told you that during the night, you needed to stay upstairs, yet here you are at 2 in the morning up and downstairs. They were staying at a rented house in the middle of nowhere, and they haven't found the men that want to kill you yet. Why the fuck won't you just listen?

As Risotto and Prosciutto opened the kitchen door, heavy smoke hit their face, the strong scent of weed hitting them like a brick. You sat at the counter in the rental, a gun in your hand and a joint in the other. You turned towards them, heavy bags under your eyes. "I'm sorry."

Prosciutto shook his head, "Clearly, if you're apologizing, then you know you're doing something wrong. Why couldn't you have done this upstairs?" He walked over to you, grabbing the gun out of your hand. "Why do you have this? Neither Risotto nor I gave you a gun."

"It's Illusos, I took it," you told Prosciutto, causing Risotto to shoot you a glare. "My life is over now. This isn't fair. Do you know how hard this is? I shouldn't be dating all seven of you."

Risotto approached you, sitting next to you. "I'm being very lenient with you because I truly feel like you aren't acting out on purpose. I do understand you may feel a little uncomfortable or scared, but you need to learn how to listen and stay in your place." He kept his voice low, not planning on raising a hand to you or yelling. "You are protected and cared for. The least you could do is fucking listen. You're always supposed to listen to Prosciutto and I."

Risotto was coming to realize that you were extremely unpredictable. He could never guess or assume what you're about to say based on your emotions because most of the time, your face lacked any emotion. You kept a straight poker face, hardly ever smiling or showing any soft emotions. You wouldn't even kiss Melone back or hold Formaggios' hand - you were hard to figure out, partly why Risotto doesn't really punish you. You seemed to listen to the important things. You seemed like you were starting to be fully with them, but you clearly hated having to listen to rules, especially ones given to you by Prosciutto.

"You should have just killed me. I'd rather be dead," you replied, causing Prosciutto to raise his hand immediately, smacking you across the face with light force. "See? Just fucking kill me."

Risotto noticed that you seemed to not care about your life much, not taking care of yourself properly. He truly felt that if he let you go that night, you really would be dead. How could someone as weak as you protect herself from gangsters? The fact that you survived so long selling drugs on Lucas block surprised Risotto. The mob doesn't take too kindly to a woman being in a man's place. How did you get away with it? Why was he the only capo to realize your abilities and take you?

Prosciutto sighed, slapping you again, this time with a little more force, causing you to turn your body away from him, your hair hiding your face. "Don't you ever fucking talk like that. You understand me? I'm 2 seconds away from taking my belt off. Want me too? Do you want me to fucking beat you?" He questioned, his arm suddenly wrapping around your waist. "You need to start adjusting before my belt adjust you."

"Y/N," Risotto spoke, causing you to immediately look at him. "You killed those men that were attacking me for a reason. This was all.. meant to happen. You were destined to be ours, and if you trust you'll be taken care of. Doesn't Melone make you happy?" He questioned, softening his voice. Maybe he could try and manipulate you, but truth was in his words. He wasn't lying to you.

You raised your hand, and Risotto knew what you were going to do - you were about to smack the shit out of Prosciutto, causing Risotto to immediately grab both of your hands. If you smacked Prosciutto, he would beat you. He was not the kind of man you hit back. "Keep hitting me, and I'll hit you back," you suddenly snapped, causing Prosciutto to raise his eyebrows at you. "Fuck you Prosciutto."

"I am not hitting you to hurt you, I am just doing my job as your boyfriend and disciplining you. You need to be taught right from wrong. This isn't a normal situation," Prosciutto spoke to you, his tone surprisingly soft. "Listen, if you're not listening to rules that will keep you safe, then you will get spanked or in trouble with me. Attempting to fight me back will only make your situation worse. Can't you see I want you safe? If I have to spank you and slap you to keep you safe, I will."

You tried to pull your hands away from Risottos, causing his grip to tighten. "Okay, I can admit that I did say yes and agree to all of this. It's just.. having my freedom taking away and dating all seven of you is hard. You know.. Illuso," you stopped, suddenly looking down. "Melone is great, and Formaggio is okay, but everyone else.. it's not working. Also, if you can spank me, then shouldn't I be able to spank you?"

Risotto had known Prosciutto for a very long time, both men being born and raised in the mafia. In all his years of knowing Prosciutto, this was the first time he saw him let out a genuine, full of amusement laugh.

Prosciutto removed his arm from around you, amusement spreading all over his face as he suddenly turned away, hiding his face as he began letting out a deep chuckle. "You know.. you're really cute Y/N, that was an adorable joke," he replied, tone suddenly light and filled with amusement. "I've been alive for over 40 years and I've never heard that one before. You have such a silly little head."

You blinked, seeming to be confused, but you suddenly began to nod your head. "Well, I'm glad my joke could make you laugh." As Risotto let your hands go, you immediately put your hand on Prosciuttos' shoulder, causing him to turn around to face you. "I.. will do better with listening, I guess. But I don't like being hit in the face."

Prosciutto nodded, "I should refrain from hitting you in the face." He stood up, your hand falling to your side as he towered over you. The amusement from his face suddenly gone - just like that, he was serious again. "The next time you're bad and not listening to Risotto or myself, then you'll be over my knee. Understand? As your boyfriend, I am allowed to do this. The man is the leader, and the woman follows. I don't give a fuck about you listening to the others, they can take that up with you yourself. I won't get involved because that's their business, but Risotto is your capo and I'm second in command on top of you being ours. Remember that."

He raised his hand, rubbing your cheek, the cheek that he slapped before he nodded his head at Risotto. "Goodnight, Y/N.. when Risotto goes upstairs, so do you, and you only come down here if someone is with you. If you fail to listen, you're getting spanked with a switch." He turned away, heading back up the stairs before you could reply.

"I wasn't telling a joke," you finally said to Risotto after a few moments of silence. "You know.. Prosciutto, he.. he just.. whatever fine." You sighed.

Risotto suddenly remembered that you took Illusos gun to sit down here, causing him to cross his arms over his chest. "I'm being lenient on you. Do you really want to get into trouble with me? I promise you, you do not want me angry with you."

"Are you going to kill me?" You questioned, causing Risotto to tilt his head to the side, glaring. Why do you think that? He's never once hurt you. Even when bringing you to the base, he was gentle. "Mafia men don't take care of their women. They beat them and do bad things to them until they eventually get bored and kill the girl. I bet I'm not the first. I bet I'm the replacement, Melone will turn on me soon."

It was clear that you had a fucked up head, all of the things that you said were not true about him or his men. He was close to smacking you but when he looked in your eyes he saw something.. he saw a glimpse of softness, a glimpse of you actually opening up to them. Aside from Melone you were making no progress with any of the men, despite it being a month since you've joined. Formaggio and Prosciutto tried to take on a boyfriend role with you multiple times but you keep trying to distance yourself. Risotto needed to pull you back in- he needed to prove to you that you were a permanent member. He had a lot of thinking to do.

"Stop speaking nonsense. All of those things are untrue." Risotto grabbed Illusos gun, placing it in his pocket. "Come on, let's go back upstairs. I don't want you down here alone again, so you won't be." He grabbed your hand, holding it to attempt to act like he was a boyfriend to you, which was difficult for Risotto because he's never been a boyfriend before. He's always been too busy with work, only ever getting pussy if he paid for it (six times - very awkward and heavily protected sex, he always stayed fully dressed) so he was fucking clueless. He needed to sit and figure something out fast.

You sighed, hesitating before you wrapped your hand around his, following him upstairs.