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[illegal-spiegel]

Omg can you please do a A-Z nsfw of Jet Black from Cowboy bebop?

ABSOLUETLY BESTIE sorry this took me so long-

genre: smut

warnings: none?

A is for...

Aftercare - no matter how hard or gentle he goes, this man will always, ALWAYS give godly aftercare. He knows just what you need, even if you didn't know yourself that you needed it. Cuddling, massage, kisses, hot bath/shower, you name it, it's yours.

B is for...

Body Part - his fav body part of yours...hm...probs your ass. I dunno man, he gives me ass man vibes. If not that, maybe your brain? He likes intelligent people, I think. (Don't get me wrong, he could also love himself a himbo/bimbo too).

C is for...

Cum - I think he probably cums a little more than most. Something in my bones is telling me that he's got big ol balls ready for breedin'. That being said, despite the fact that he and Spike don't exactly get to eat the best, I think his cum tastes pretty much like nothing. He probs drinks more water than is recommended, so he's got a pretty healthy taste, color, and consistency.

D is for...

Dick - I just know this man is packing PLEASE GOD PL EA and he's gotta at least be working with seven inches. I envision his dick to be pretty pale like he is, but the tip is probably more of a reddish, purple kinda color. Very veiny and probs also has a bit of girth to him.

E is for...

Experience - at the ripe ol age of thirty-six, my boy has gotten around, lemme tell ya. Yes, he had some long last relationships (like with Alisa), but he still got around. He probably hasn't done some of the more crazier, kinkier stuff, but he's definitely done all of the basics, and then some.

F is for...

Fav position - despite being an ass man, I think he'd like missionary the best. Yes, doggy and all these other positions are great, but I think that at the heart of it all, he's a hopeless romantic who wants to hold your hand, look deeply into your eyes, and whisper sweet nothings to you as he thrusts slowly and deeply inside of you.

G is for...

Goofy - I think he's usually pretty serious when in the sheets with a lover. That's not to say he doesn't have his moments of messing up and being able to laugh at himself, or if you start laughing he'll keep a straight face. He wants you relaxed and to enjoy yourself, so if making small talk/jokes and laughter is the way to do it, so be it :)

H is for...

Hair - similar to his face, I think Jet lets his hair grow out but keeps it maintained. So, it's not a crazy bush down there, but it's also not a clean shave.

I is for...

Intimacy - going back to F, I think Jet prefers to have a connection with someone before taking them to the bedroom. He can have one night stands if he wants, but as a hopeless romantic, I think he'd rather have feelings for the person rather than just attraction.

J is for...

Jerking off - I think his libido is pretty low (at least compared to someone like Spike), so he probably doesn't feel the need to be jacking off all the time. If he doesn't have a partner at the time, he'll probably being doing it a little more than if he had one (especially since I don't think he's too big on random hookups). If he's with someone, I don't think he'd ever jerk off unless you weren't available (as in you're gone, sick, not in the mood, etc). 9/10 though he'll just hold off and wait for whenever you're ready for him (maybe that's why he always cums so much smh).

K is for...

Kink(s) - as I said in E, I can't imagine he's super duper kinky, but I do think that this cool cat has some tricks up his sleeves. As a former cop, definitely has a thing for being restrained (bonus points if it's with handcuffs). He probably also loves being praised and giving praised.

L is for...

Location - Jet's a basic bitch and loves making love in bed. He'll definitely do it in other places (the bathroom is a close second), but he prefers being in a cozy bed with his cutie patootie.

M is for...

Motivation - As cheesy as it sounds, love is what motivates him (and not just in the bedroom). He wants to please you, make you feel good, do whatever it takes to watch your body shake as you cum and scream his name. Whatever he's gotta do to achieve that is just what he's gotta do, no question.

N is for...

NO's - I like to think that Jet is very openminded and willing to try just about anything once (other than the very obvious no's that people usually have). If he can help it though, he'd prefer not to degrade his lover. He's much rather praise you, darling <3

O is for...

Oral - I'm sure I've said it once, and I'll say it again, man's is a god at giving head. There, I said it! With having so much experience, it only makes sense that he'd be good at it. He's gotten all the tricks, tips, comments, and feedback that someone could ever need. He's definitely the type to receive pleasure by giving you pleasure, so he'd much rather go down on you than vice versa.

P is for...

Pace - going back to F yet again, I think he's more of the type to go slow and steady. He'll give you strong thrusts that you'll feel in places deep inside of you that you didn't even know existed. More towards the end when he's getting close, he'll probably start to lose his cool and will start thrusting faster and faster.

Q is for...

Quickie - doesn't really like quickies, but sometimes you just gotta do whatcha gotta do, yanno? Again, he prefers to take his sweet, sweet time, but when living in space as a bounty hunter with three other people and a dog, time isn't always on your side. So, he'll do it if you really need to get off right then and there, but he's usually patient enough to wait until there's more time.

R is for...

Risk - this one is 50/50. Taking risks when it comes to experimenting? Absolutely. As I said, he'll try just about anything once. As for taking risks like doing things out in public, probably not. Again, if you really wanted to, he'd try under the right circumstances for you. As for what he wants, he'd rather be in the safety of his home with no worries or concerns.

S is for...

Stamina - he may not be in his prime anymore, but that doesn't mean the old goat can't get around. He can last for hours, and it's probably due to his police training, years of police work, and, of course, being a bounty hunter. Ever since he was young, he's needed to be ready to go go go, so yeah, he can go go go all night ;)

T is for...

Turn ons - As stated in K, he likes restraints and praise, but for more day to day stuff, I think he's a sucker for skirts, heels, the color red, and nurses. They're all so basic, but I think he's a simple man with simple needs.

U is for...

Unfair - I think Jet is usually pretty fair. He gives his pretty baby their orgasm when they want it, but I think you should be careful what you wish for. He's the type to hear you beg for it, so he'll make sure you get more than enough <3

V is for...

Volume - I think he's fairly quiet in the bedroom when it comes to moaning. Talking he can do the whole time, will be praising you left and right, but I think his noises are more reserved. When he really gets into things, he'll groan and grunt directly into your ear. If you really get him worked up, he let out a sound that's almost like a low growl as he cums. (If you're lucky, he might even let out a needy whine when he cums if it's been a hot minute).

W is for...

Wildcard - random headcanon, but I think if you ever want to make him go harder than usual, degrade you, do something risky in public, literally anything that's out of his usual, Alhaitham you gotta do is flirt with Spike. NOTHING makes his blood boil more than watching you entertain that idiot right in front of him. (Don't do it in a toxic way, of course. Like, don't do it super often or make him feel insecure/worried, and be sure to tell him you're just doing it to rile him up. But yeah...just trust...)

X is for...

X marks the spot - if you wanna make this man jizz in his pants on sight, pay special attention to his scars and whisper/moan how much you love them/him. Like, cradle his face and tell him how handsome he is. Trace the scar on his back and tell him how proud you are of him. Touch the scar he got from saving you and tell him how much you owe him, and how you'll do anything to repay him. Yeah...haha...yeah...that'll do the trick...

Y is for...

Yearning - despite his libido not being that high, this man craves you in every sense of the word. Every waking second, he wants to be with you. He just wants to hold you and kiss you and love you and tell you about his day and show you his bonsai trees and-

Z is for...

zzz... - he usually gets pretty tired post-orgasm, but aftercare is always #1 on his priority list. He's gotta make sure his baby is okay <3 that being said, once said baby is okay, homeboy is CONKING out for at least nine hours LMAO

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Some electraboose for my own sanity…

Terrence Uphoff and Daniel Ellison as Red Caboose and Electra (Starlight Express Bochum 2025)

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UGH DAN ELECTRA!!!!! HE’S SO GOOD UGH CRYING!!!! TERRENCE CABOOSE!! CHEERS!!

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Not Since I Found You

Requested Here!

Pairing: (divorced)Deacon Kay x fem!reader

Summary: After Annie was changed by her brain tumor, she left Deacon. Now that he has you in his life, she decides that she doesn't want him to move on and does everything she can think of to sabotage your relationship.

Warnings: Annie is completely different after removing the brain tumor, angst, lots of fluff, quick tense change

Word Count: 2.5k+ words

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Deacon’s end-of-shift routine had changed drastically over the past year. Before, he would rush home to see Annie and hug his kids. Now, he sits on a bench in the locker room, looks at pictures of Matthew, Lila, and Samuel, and counts down the days until he can see them again. Anything he could do at work to delay going home to a cold and lonely apartment, he’d do it.

After Annie awoke from her surgery to remove the tumor in her brain, she was different. Deacon tried everything he could to remind Annie of why they fell in love and convince her that it could be the same as before. The Annie Deacon once knew was long gone, and the new Annie wasted no time filing for divorce and getting custody of the kids. So, Deacon spent the next year in a vicious cycle of loneliness, struggling to accept what has happened and wondering if he’ll ever feel alive again. But then, he left SWAT HQ on a random weekday, went to a park to walk, and met you. Then, suddenly, everything brightened again.

Less than a week later, you became part of Deacon’s life. He texted you often, made plans to hang out, and, by the end of the month, asked you on a date. Despite the heartbreak he’s been through and the misery he has allowed himself to stay in, Deacon fell for you quickly.

“Are you free tonight?” Deacon asks over the phone.

“Mm, I’ll have to check my schedule,” you joke. “I think I can squeeze you in.”

“My team is going out to dinner tonight, and I want you to come.”

“Deacon,” you begin.

“I’m sure,” he answers before you ask. “You’re important to me, and they’re my family.”

“I’ll be there.”

“I’ll pick you up,” Deacon corrects you. “See you tonight.”

Several hours later, you hold Deacon’s hand as you enter the restaurant. His team is his family, and you know that meeting them is important. Your relationship is getting serious, and tonight solidifies that.

“Hondo, Street, Chris, Tan, Luca, this is my girlfriend,” Deacon begins once you’re seated.

Immediately, you’re greeted with handshakes, hugs, questions, and smiles. Talking to them is easy. It's like they’ve been your best friends for as long as they’ve been Deacon’s. Deep down, however, a small, nagging question wonders if they like you or if this is an act for Deacon’s benefit.

After you receive your drinks, you excuse yourself to use the restroom, and Chris joins you.

“Thank you,” Chris says, pulling you into a hug in the privacy of the women’s room.

“For what?” you question.

“Being so great for Deacon. Watching what he went through with Annie was… it was awful. But then you came along, and he’s happy again. We want the best for him, and that’s you.”

“You think so?”

Chris scoffs as she rolls her eyes. “If you could see how he looks at you, you wouldn’t have a single doubt. You’re good for each other, and he loves you.”

“Thank you, Chris.”

“More importantly than Deacon, you also got a new best friend.”

“Street?” you tease.

She shoves you gently before she loops her arm through yours. “No one likes Street, that’s one thing you need to know.”

“Deacon seems to,” you argue playfully.

“Deacon has a thing for strays.” Chris realizes what she implied and adds, “Not you!”

“I got it. We’re best friends now, right? So, don’t worry about offending me.”

“Oh, I knew I’d like you.”

“Sorry,” Tan says as he pulls his shopping cart toward him.

“No worries,” the person behind the other cart says.

“Annie?” Tan questions, stepping forward to see her.

“Victor, hi,” she greets. “How are you?”

“Annie,” a man calls as he walks down the aisle. “Sorry.”

“It’s our second date and we both forgot that cooking requires ingredients,” Annie explains.

“Well, good for you,” Tan says. “Glad to see you and Deacon are both moving on. Have a nice night.”

Annie watches Tan walk past; though her date is talking to her, she can only focus on one thing. Deacon and another woman. Annie may not love him anymore but does not appreciate the visual. She doesn’t want to see Deacon with someone else, no matter what.

“Annie?” her date tries again. “Tomato basil or marinara?”

“You pick,” she mumbles. He nods and weighs the options while Annie considers what she could do to ensure that Deacon won’t move on. As far as she’s concerned, he has no reason to move on after her.

Deacon is nearly ready for your date when someone knocks on his door. He is surprised to see Annie and his kids standing outside. When Lila reaches forward to knock, he pulls the door open and squats to hug her.

“Hey!” he greets as the boys join the hug. “What are you doing here?”

“Surprising you!” Lila answers happily.

“Something came up and I have to meet someone, not sure when I’ll be done,” Annie says. She looks at his nice outfit and adds, “But if you’ve got plans, I can-“

“No, no,” Deacon replies hurriedly. “I can watch them.”

“Great. Thanks, David.”

Annie disappears down the hall, smiling to herself for her success in keeping him from meeting his date. While she celebrates her perceived victory, Deacon takes his kids inside, abandons his suit jacket on a chair, and dials your number.

“Hey, Deac,” you greet when you answer.

“Hi,” he begins. “I’m so sorry, but Annie just dropped the kids off and needs me to watch them tonight.

“I understand, Deacon. Enjoy your time with them; we can reschedule.”

“Thank you.”

Lila reaches up toward Deacon’s phone, and he smiles as he lowers it and puts it on speaker. “Someone wants to say hi,” Deacon tells you.

“Hi!” Lila calls.

“Well, hello, Lila,” you reply happily. “I hope you have fun with your dad tonight.”

“Are you coming over?” she asks.

“You can if you want,” Deacon adds before you can answer.

“What does Lila want?” you inquire.

Lila smiles up at Deacon, and he answers for her, “She wants to see you.”

“What if I come over for dinner and then let you enjoy some family time after?” you suggest.

“That sounds perfect, we’ll see you then.”

Deacon ends the call and sits on the couch with his kids. Spending time with them and you is better than the expensive reservation you had, he thinks. Deacon may never know what Annie’s plan was, but her attempt at sabotage actually made Deacon’s night better. Besides, you’d already met his kids when they stayed with him for a weekend, and they enjoy your company almost as much as he does.

“Here to see Deacon?” Street asks when he notices you waiting at SWAT HQ.

“I am,” you answer with a smile. “He’s in a meeting; Hondo told me I could wait here.”

“Don’t make me give you a parking ticket,” he teases.

Around the corner, Annie stops when she hears Deacon’s name. More, when she hears that another woman is here to see Deacon. She doesn’t know if it’s the same person Tan mentioned or the same one whose date she interrupted, but she doesn’t like it. After Street leaves, she walks into the common area and sees you sitting in a chair with your phone in your lap.

“May I?” Annie asks, pointing to the empty chair beside you.

“Yes, of course,” you answer, smiling.

“Thanks. So, are you a cop’s wife?”

“No, just a girlfriend.”

“Then you’re the brave one in the relationship,” Annie says.

“Not at all. I worry about him all the time.”

Annie hums before she muses, “Seems like that would put a lot of strain on a relationship.”

“Well, the alternative is a complete lack of care and empathy. To me, that’s not even an option.”

“Sure, but… doesn’t that constant worry put a barrier between you? Or maybe your relationship is new enough that you haven’t noticed yet. He will.”

You nod and unlock your phone. Annie may not know you recognize her, but she’s in a few pictures at Deacon’s apartment. The first time you came over, he explained everything to you: the tumor, the sudden change in her personality, and how she broke his heart by leaving and taking his kids most of the time. You knew she had been changed by the tumor, but you didn’t expect she’d try to scare you into leaving Deacon.

Hondo steps out of the office and looks between you and Annie. When you lock eyes with him, he tips his head to invite you in while he walks toward Annie. You mouth thank you and walk quickly into the office where Deacon is. You decide not to tell him what Annie said, but you suspect he knows more about her new attitude than you do.

Annie slides a diamond ring onto her left hand and watches it glint in the light. She came to the jewelry store to get Lila a necklace for her birthday and was distracted by the row of shining engagement rings. When Deacon proposed, they were young, and he got a sentimentally rich ring that was cheap. At that point, she loved it, but now she wonders what it would have been like to have received a ‘real’ ring. She doesn’t miss Deacon, but she misses his devotion to her, how he’d never as much as look at another woman.

The bell over the door rings as it opens, and Annie returns the ring to the saleswoman and asks to see any kids’ jewelry they have.

“Annie?” Deacon asks.

Annie turns toward the door and smiles when she sees him. “David. Hi.”

“What are you doing here?” he asks, glancing at the engagement ring being returned to its display.

“Shopping for Lila’s birthday. I was thinking I’d get her a necklace; she’s been talking about getting one for weeks.”

Deacon nods, aware that Lila wants a necklace because she loves the one you wear daily.

“What about you? You’ve never been a jewelry guy,” Annie points out.

You don’t know what kind of guy I am anymore, Deacon thinks. “Just replacing the chain,” Deacon says, tugging on the necklace tucked under his shirt.

Annie nods and follows the saleswoman to a different display case as Deacon approaches a desk at the back of the store.

“I have a pickup for David Kay,” he tells the man at the desk.

The man types his name, nods, and excuses himself to retrieve the order. Deacon looks at the back wall but is aware of where Annie is (a job hazard and an annoyance in this situation).

“Here you are, Mr. Kay,” the man says as he passes a bag over the desk. “It has been sized and polished, as requested.”

“Perfect,” Deacon replies. “Thank you.”

“Who’s the lucky girl?” Annie asks.

“What girl?”

“You and I both know it’s not a necklace chain.”

“You and I don’t know anything anymore, Annie.” Deacon begins to step past her, then adds, “Lila would like the one with the silver branch and flowers.”

As he leaves the jewelry store with your engagement ring at his side, Deacon focuses on you rather than Annie’s odd reaction to thinking he is proposing. She’d been unjustly angry and jealous after her surgery, even accused Deacon of cheating on her with Chris, and that shift in her mindset hasn’t gone away.

You text Deacon as he gets in his car, and his questions about Annie disappear as he smiles at your name.

Your phone rings while you are waiting for Deacon to arrive. The number isn’t one you recognize, but you answer anyway.

“Hello?” you greet.

“Hi, this is Annie Kay,” the woman on the other end says.

“Oh, um, hi,” you stutter. “How did you get my number?”

“That’s not important.”

“I think-“

“Listen, I’m just calling to warn you. I know that you think things are getting serious with David, Deacon, whatever you call him. But it won’t work out.”

“Annie,” you try to interrupt.

“It won’t work because he will never be as happy with you as he was with me.”

Deacon pulls in and parks, and you hang up on his ex-wife. The phone rings again, but you mute the ringer and walk out to greet Deacon.

“Are you okay?” he asks, cupping your face between his hands.

“Yeah,” you answer.

Deacon shakes his head, and you admit, “Annie just called me. She wanted to tell me that you’d never be as happy with me as you were with her.”

“I’m so sorry,” Deacon sighs. “I’ll talk to her.”

“She really changed, didn’t she?”

Deacon nods as his arms wrap around you. “She was wrong.”

“Oh, I know,” you agree playfully. “Deacon, I love you.”

“I love you,” he replies. “So much.”

Matthew, Lila, and Samuel are home with Annie the next time you and Deacon go on a date. He takes you to an overview where you can see where you met and brings a special picnic dinner. Around 8 p.m., Lila asks her mom to stay up later. Since there’s no school tomorrow, Annie agrees, and the kids watch the clock rather than the television above it.

Above Los Angeles, your watch changes to 8:15, and Deacon takes your hand as he encourages you to stand. He presses a button on his phone, and when the music begins to play, he pulls you close and dances with you. At 8:19 exactly, the song ends, and Deacon drops to one knee.

“Second chances aren’t guaranteed,” Deacon begins. “But you are by far the best second chance I’ve ever gotten. I love you more than I thought I could love anything ever again. You’re good with my kids, you don’t care that I’m used and have been broken over and over, and you never fail to make me feel like I’m the only man you’ll ever want.” Deacon pulls a velvet box from the picnic basket and raises the ring toward you to ask, “Will you keep loving me forever, and marry me?”

“Yes!” you yell, taking Deacon’s hand. “Deacon, yes.”

You drop to your knees to hug Deacon, but he redirects you to kiss you, and he pulls you just as close as when you were dancing. You and your love melt into Deacon for eternity.

In Annie’s living room, when the clock changes to 8:20, Matthew, Samuel, and Lila jump and cheer. Annie doesn’t know that her attempts to sabotage Deacon’s relationship will never work. Deacon’s children know they’re gaining a stepmom which is cause for celebration. However, everyone is in for a surprise when they learn Deacon plans to petition for custody.

“Deacon,” you say after you pull back. “You’re not broken.”

“Not anymore,” he agrees. “Not since I found you.”

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The Quiet Between Us

Word Count: 2183

Requested from @foxycrafterofgreenwood (Thank you for putting in a request! Eeek hope you enjoy it! It's my first ever request and so a little nervous haha)

Summary: Y/N L/N wasn’t SWAT. She didn’t wear a badge, carry a gun, or kick down doors—but she was the one who held the team together. 💘💔

Y/N L/N had always been a force—soft-spoken, warm-hearted, and plus-size in a world that didn’t always make room for her.

She wasn’t a SWAT officer. She wasn’t built like Chris or trained like Deacon. But she kept the gears of the team running. From behind the desk at SWAT HQ, she managed reports, balanced logistics, and knew the whole team's coffee orders by memory. She was the one who left sticky notes on Tan’s locker, reminding him of his dentist appointment, and who made sure Luca’s birthday didn’t go unnoticed.

She didn’t wear tactical gear, but she wore kindness like armor.

And that? That was why the team loved her.

Street loved her harder than he’d ever loved anyone.

Hondo’s mama adored her so fiercely she introduced her as “my other daughter.” Which made Y/N feel loved and kind of adopted into the family.

Hondo himself had taken one look at her helping an injured witness with the calm of a trained medic and decided, Yeah, she’s family now.

But that didn’t mean she was safe from people like Officer Ron Blair. Blair had been around for over a decade. Passed over for promotions. Overshadowed by younger, sharper, better men. Watching SWAT from a distance, bitter and tired.

When Y/N showed up and started earning the team’s love—he hated it. She wasn’t a cop. She wasn’t “fit.”

She wasn’t someone the team should have taken seriously.

So how the hell was she at every BBQ? Why did Hondo trust her? Why was Street, golden-boy SWAT, always hanging around her desk with that look in his eyes?

Jealousy rotted in his gut. And the more she smiled, the more he wanted to destroy it.

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Y/N noticed first. The way Blair stood too close. The way he stared when she reached for something. How he smirked when she walked by, not even bothering to hide it.

“Wanna get a drink sometime? I don’t mind a woman with curves,” he’d said once with a grin. She laughed it off. Politely. She always had to be polite.

Because women like her—plus-size, kind, not officers—had to try harder to be respected. Had to walk the tightrope between confident and “too much.”

She told herself it was fine. But the unease wouldn’t leave.

She didn’t tell Street. Didn’t tell Hondo.

She didn’t want to be a problem. Didn’t want to seem dramatic.

Didn’t want to be the fat girl who couldn’t take a compliment.

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She’d had enough by that Thursday. Her chest felt tight. The air in HQ had been too loud, too bright, too much. Street had texted earlier, offering to come by after shift.

“Long day. Just want to be alone tonight,” she replied.

Another lie. She just didn’t want him to see her falling apart. She barely made it through her front door before the tears started.

She didn’t see the car parked down the street. Didn’t hear the footsteps until the knock came.

“Hey sweetheart,” he said, voice low. She froze at the door. “Blair. What are you doing here?”

“You didn’t answer my messages.” He said while leaning against the doorframe.

“I never gave you my number.” She replied, trying to hold her nerves

He smiled. “Precinct phone directory. Easy.”

Her stomach dropped. “You need to leave.”

“You think they actually care about you?” he said, stepping forward. “You think Street actually wants someone like you long-term?”

“Stop,” she said, voice shaking.

“I’ve seen the way they pat you on the shoulder like you’re some cute mascot. They laugh at you behind your back, you know that, right?”

She tried to slam the door. He forced it open.

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She fought.

God, she fought. Scratched his face. Slammed her knee into his ribs. But he was faster. Angrier. He threw her onto the ground, hands clamped around her throat.

“You’re just a distraction,” he hissed. “Too soft. Too big. Too stupid to see what they really think.”

She tried to scream. But his hand stole the sound.

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Hondo had been trying to reach Y/N all evening. He’d texted her earlier to ask if she was still planning to come to Sunday dinner with him and his mama—something she never missed.

No reply.

At first, he figured she was busy. Maybe napping. But after the fifth call went to voicemail, that uneasy feeling in his gut started to gnaw at him.

Y/N always answered by the third ring—even half-asleep.

Something wasn’t right.He didn’t waste time before calling Street.

The younger man answered immediately, voice tense. “Hondo?”

“She’s not picking up,” Hondo said, cutting to the chase. “Texted her about dinner. Called five times. Straight to voicemail.”

Street stopped pacing, silence crackling between them.

“She said she needed the night to herself,” he said quietly. “Said she was fine.”

“Yeah, well…” Hondo’s voice dropped. “She’s not answering. And you know her. That’s not fine.”

Street’s jaw clenched.

“Where are you?” Hondo asked.

“On my way to her place.”

“I’ll meet you there.”

No more words. Just motion.

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They found her on the floor.

Bruised. Bleeding.

Unmoving.

Street’s scream split the air. He dropped to his knees, pulling her into his arms. “Y/N! Please—baby—come on, stay with me—”

Hondo was calling for medics, barking orders, but everything sounded far away.

Street couldn’t stop shaking. “She lied to me,” he whispered. “She told me she was okay.”

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She coded once. Street didn’t breathe until she came back.

He sat by her bed for thirty-six hours, only moving when Hondo forced him to shower.

The nurses whispered about him. The way he looked at her was like she was his whole world.

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The team’s rage was nuclear. Chris wanted to find who did this.

Deacon looked like someone had sucker-punched him.

Luca swore out loud in front of Hicks.

Tan stared at the wall for ten minutes before muttering, “She didn’t feel safe telling us.”

And Hondo—Hondo didn’t say much.

But when they found Blair, hiding in a motel, it was Hondo who cuffed him. Calm. Controlled. Eyes like ice.

“I hope you remember her face when they lock you up,” he said.

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Street was there. Sitting at her bedside, fingers tangled gently with hers, as if letting go would break her all over again. His eyes were red, lips pressed in a thin line, trying to stay strong—failing.

He’d been crying silently for hours. “You’re safe now,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion. “You’re safe, baby. I got you.”

Y/N stirred faintly.

Her head turned, just enough to face him. Her throat flexed as she tried to speak, a raw sound catching in her chest, but pain lanced through her—sharp and deep. She winced, breath hitching.

Street shot upright, eyes full of both relief and panic. “Shhh, baby, don’t—don’t try to talk,” he whispered, thumb brushing gently over her bruised cheek. “I got you. Thank God. You’re okay now.”

Tears slid down her face. Not just from the pain—but from his voice. From the tenderness of his touch. From the memory of hands that weren’t his. Of a voice that didn’t soothe—it threatened.

Street leaned forward and pressed his forehead gently to hers. His hand cradled the side of her face like she was something fragile and sacred.

“It’s okay,” he whispered. “It’s okay, baby. I’m right here.”

Her fingers twitched against his. Then again—tapping softly.

Street blinked, pulling back. “What is it?”

Her hand moved—slow, trembling—reaching toward the bedside tray. Her eyes were glassy but focused, locked on the small notepad beside the water cup.

Street grabbed it instantly, sliding it into her hand along with the pen.

She gripped it weakly, every movement labored. He held the paper steady while she scribbled, shaky and slow.

One word. Blair.

Street stared at the name. His face paled.

His breath left his lungs like he'd been punched. “Jesus…”

Her lip quivered. More tears came. Her whole body shook from the effort, from fear, from shame.

Street reached down again, cupping her face with both hands now.

“No. No, don’t you dare carry this alone,” he whispered fiercely, forehead pressing to hers again. “You survived him. You’re here. And now I know.”

His jaw clenched. His next words were quiet—but full of fire.

“I’m gonna make sure he never touches anyone again.”

And this time, when she closed her eyes… She wasn’t afraid. She knew she’d never be alone again.

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In the weeks following her release from the hospital, Street refused to let Y/N go home alone.

She tried to protest—tried to say she’d be fine, that she didn’t want to be a burden—but he wouldn’t hear it. Not after what she’d been through. Not after nearly losing her.

He’d fought Hondo on it, too. Hard.

“She needs quiet. Rest. Familiar surroundings,” Hondo argued, trying to keep things steady for her.

Street had shaken his head, firm. “She needs me. She needs someone next to her when the nightmares come back. Someone who knows exactly how bad it got.”

In the end, Hondo relented—because he trusted Street. And because deep down, he knew Y/N did feel safest with him.

So she stayed.

At Street’s apartment, wrapped in warmth and quiet and soft lighting. He cooked for her. Helped her dress the wounds she couldn’t reach. Sat on the floor outside the bathroom door when she had panic attacks and couldn’t step into the shower.

He never once made her feel small for it. And when the trial came?

When the subpoenas came in and Blair’s lawyers pushed to discredit her testimony.

Y/N’s hands had trembled. Her voice cracked. But she still stood.

Still got on that witness stand and gave her statement—broken in places, raw and stammering—but full of truth. Her fingers clenched Street’s hand right before she entered the courtroom, and he’d whispered, “You don’t have to be perfect. Just be real. That’s more than enough.”

And she was. She told them what Blair did.

She spoke through the pain, the flashbacks, the fear that crawled under her skin and settled in her lungs.

And when it was over? When she stepped down, shaking and pale?

Street met her outside the courtroom with open arms and tears in his eyes.

“You did it,” he whispered into her hair. “You told the truth. And you never have to carry it alone again.”

And for the first time in weeks—maybe months—she felt a little lighter.

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Y/N didn’t return to work right away.

It wasn’t fear that kept her away—she wasn’t hiding.

It was time.

Time to heal. To breathe again without flinching. To relearn how to exist in a world that had gone quiet and violent all at once.

Her body ached in places she hadn’t known could hurt. Her ribs burned every time she moved too fast or laughed too hard. But Street was there. Every hour. Every step.

He helped her sit up when the pain was sharp. Walked with her down the hallway when her legs trembled. Held her through the nights when she woke gasping—his arms around her before she could fall apart completely.

He never asked for space. Never made her feel like too much.

He stayed.

And the team—they didn’t disappear either.

Luca sent a different dog meme every morning without fail, each one worse than the last, and she loved them.

Chris came by with cupcakes she didn’t pretend were “guilt-free.” She just set them on the table and said, “Sweet things for someone who survived something bitter.”

Deacon prayed for her—and with her, when she let him.

Tan showed up with a tote bag full of teas from around the world. “For sleep,” he’d said. “For calm. For comfort.”

And Hondo? Hondo didn’t bring anything.

He just came.

Sat on her porch beside her in the quiet—sometimes for ten minutes, sometimes for hours—watching the street in silence, letting her be.

And in that stillness, in their wordless understanding… She started to believe that she’d make it through.

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The moment the elevator doors slid open, Y/N froze.

The entire SWAT team was waiting for her in the lobby.

Street stood at the front, his expression caught somewhere between a grin and a tear. He held a bouquet of her favorite flowers—slightly wilted, like he’d been too nervous to pick the perfect ones, but that only made them more hers.

Beside him, Luca was practically bouncing with energy, holding up a giant handmade sign painted in uneven block letters: “HQ ISN’T HQ WITHOUT YOU.” There were smudges of marker on his cheek.

Chris gave her a knowing smile, soft and proud. Tan gave a quiet nod, like he knew this moment cost her something.

Deacon’s eyes were glassy.

And Hondo—Hondo didn’t say much.

He just stepped forward, arms open wide, steady as ever.

“Come home,” he said, voice low and sure.

Y/N didn’t try to hold back the tears this time.

She stepped forward—ribs still sore, heart still fragile—and into Hondo’s embrace.

And just like that…

She came home.

[meerkatblue22]

A request from insta :3

[citruswiblix]

you should draw olc cb or post 2018 elektraboose...

have both!!!! also I am a die hard they/them electra believer for all renditions

[9in-gavin]

@illegalvampire requested I “feed him soup”

[sun-ni-day]

Tracker 2x14 Exodus

[kindest-little-fella-in-town]

digitised an old doodle of my cb design… he looks rough, i know, but it’s just a first pass.

i imagine he has the same vibes as the mayor of halloweentown, hence the two-sides… and that the helmet covers his “evil” side during act 1.

[awesomecoolfandomart]

caboose but he's a baby..Just a small one..,just an inch long

i offer you two kinds. orb cb and eraserhead baby cb

[rayydor]

⋆˙⟡ Ghosts, CBS | Christmas Spirit: Part Two (2x10)

[cbsghostsdaily]

GHOSTS | 4x09 A Very Arondekar Christmas Part 2

[letsraisealittlehell-trds]

The Cheater Boys

Adam Sheffield, Micheal Eborall and Toby Poole as Greaseball, Red Caboose and Electra (Starlight Express Bochum)

🎥 : Unknown

📅 : March 15th 2015

Feel free to use / repost elsewhere - Just like or reblog if you use please! I’m open to any requests! Will do any musical, movie or show that is reasonable :)