#Best Bullet Proof Cars

[bellarkeselection]

Halstead’s Favorite Duo

Anonymous request - Can you do a Jay Halstead x reader, where they are married and she is part of the K-9 unit? Maybe they called her in or something to help chase down a suspect.

My boots hit the ground as fast as I could to keep up with my first best friend for I wish I could say my whole life. Yet I have only known this dog since I joined the K-9 unit that works with the Chicago Police Department. My German shepherd dog ran forward on the heels of the man that was running from us. The man we were after was a drug cartel that they had been hunting for months. “Ryder! Attack.” I commanded him before he launched himself through the glass store window.

The guy we were chasing tried to run to the back of the store but he tripped over a shopping cart giving Ryder the opportunity to tackle him to the ground. Stepping over the broken window glass I draw my gun from my belt pointing it at the guy. “Y/n, Ryder! Are you guys okay?”

“We’re fine, Jay. Ryder ain’t too bad at his job. Ryder, come here.” I smiled seeing my husband coming around the corner lowering his gun when he saw the situation.

Ryder snarled at the guy on the ground keeping his tail still when we were out in the field. Otherwise he would let it actually wag when he was happy. Jay bent down on a knee after putting his gun away, grabbing the guy off the floor and handcuffing him. “You’re under arrest for smuggling drugs across the border. Take him back to the station.” He handed him off to one of the other local officers.

“You did good, boy.” Dropping down on a knee in front of my dog he started moving his tail wagging it since it was just me and Jay alone with him. “So how much paperwork does this leave you with tonight. I can order take out if you want if you’ll be home later.”

He shakes his head walking back to one of the squad cars having me and Ryder following his heels like we did every morning when we all had to leave the apartment. “Hailey said she would take care of it. I actually had something else in mind.”

“Oh really. Care to share what you had in mind?” I smirked knowing that he wouldn’t give it up even if I asked the question but I did it anyway.

Jay sent me a glare. “It didn’t work on our first date and it still won’t work now.” I nudged him and he chuckled before Ryder barked signaling that he wanted into our conversation.

“That means he doesn’t want to be left out of whatever mystery thing you have planned. And you agreed to take me in every way that includes my doggy.” I responded to him.

Jay and I had gotten married a few years ago. I had just been promoted to chief of my unit. Vioet was the man to help me get it after he had seen my history with Ryder and the amount of cases we helped crack down compared to the other k-9 unit members. Jay opened the door letting my dog jump into the backseat shutting the door once he was in. We both got in the car and removed our bullet proof vests and he started the drive looking my way a few times. “Do you remember the day we met?”

“Of course I do. I got injured on an assignment and the doctors at the hospital your brother Will works at wouldn’t let Ryder inside my room. So he started losing it and breaking things. If it wasn’t for you I was sure Ryder would have bit Will’s leg.” I snorted running a hand down my face thinking back on that night.

Jay smiled, shaking his head. “Yeah but he and I have the same goal to protect you…and love you.”

“So where are we going exactly? I mean it’s kind of strange that you are asking about the day we met. We’re already married. What else could we possibly do?” I shifted in my seat bouncing up and down with the tension of waiting.

Jay didn’t stop the car for another few minutes, parking the car outside of a house that was painted a light blue on the outside and it had a gray roof. He let Ryder out of the backseat first before coming over to my side and helping me out. “The surprise is that this place is now ours.”

“Are you serious, Jay!” I gasped covering my mouth with my hands spinning around to face him since he was standing behind me.

He slipped the keys in my hands. “It’s our. I am not lying to you. I got it all set up a few weeks ago. That way we aren’t cramped in an apartment and this gives Ryder a space to run when he wants to.”

“I love you.” I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him slowly.

Ryder barks running towards the front door just as Jay wraps his arms around my waist tugging me closer to deepen the kiss until he breaks it not being able to hold in his chuckle. “I love you too…and Ryder seems to approve.”

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Lets go! Winter soldier!bucky goes on a mission with y/n, it is her first mission. Hydra is obviously sick for taking in you, a easily startled teen. winter soldier orders her to stay in Hydra's vehicles because he doesn't want y/n to get hurt<3 You kept hearing about him at Hydra, of course you would want to stay next to him and try to not look weak!

This might not be the type of requests you usually receive, please tell me in case you're not okay with it. Have a great week!

Trying To Protect You » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Winter Soldier x Teen!Female Reader

Summary: You go on your first mission with the Winter Soldier, but he’s trying to protect you at the same time.

Warnings: Fluff, language, HYDRA, violence, brief mention of blood, use of nicknames

Age of reader: 16 years old

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵 also I imagined this took place during Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

A/N #2: This is different from what I normally write so I decided to give it a try. I used Google translate for the Russian translations. I apologize if I got anything wrong.

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

You jumped at the sound of your cell’s door opening. Brock Rumlow walks in your cell and grabbed your bicep with a bruising grip, pulling you up from your spot on the bed.

“Wh-Where are you taking me?” You asked him nervously.

“Pierce wants to talk to you.” Brock says.

Brock takes you to the room where they do experiments on you, forcing you to sit down in the chair. Brock went to strap your arms and legs down to the chair, but Pierce stopped him.

“Restraints aren’t necessary this time.” Pierce says.

Brock nodded and stepped off to the side. You nervously looked up at Pierce, waiting for him to tell you why you’re there.

“As you know, your skills have been improving since the day you got here, fighting wise.” Pierce approaches you and crouches down in front of you. “From what I understand, you’ve made a great impression on the Winter Soldier. He told me that he’s impressed with your skills, but I’m sure he told you that.” He says.

You nodded your head, waiting for him to continue.

“So I’ve been thinking…” He stood up straight and took a couple steps back from you. “You’re ready for your first mission.” He says.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yes. You’re joining the Winter Soldier on his mission.” Pierce tells you and began walking towards the door. “You’re leaving in a half hour.” He says before the door closed behind him.

You sat there for a moment, thinking about what you’ve heard about the Winter Soldier. You know that he’s one of HYDRA’s best assassins and he has a metal arm for a left arm. He’s also the one who’s been training you. Your thoughts were interrupted when a HYDRA agents gave you a mission suit to put on, along with combat boots. Another agent put a bullet proof vest on you. Then you followed the agents out to the vehicles. You smiled when you seen the Winter Soldier as you got in one of the vehicles. He nodded at you as he got in the vehicle, sitting next to you. Moments later, the Winter Soldier and other agents got out of the vehicles. You were following suit, but you were stopped by the Winter Soldier.

“Stay in the car.” He says.

“But-” The Winter Soldier shut the car door before you could get another word out.

You sighed and watched from the tinted car window. Your senses were telling you that you should be out there helping him. You know you should obey his orders and stay in the car, but he’s part of your team and you need to help him. You opened the center console and found a gun and bullets. You loaded the gun and got out of the vehicle. You located a target at shot at him, but missed. An agent turned around and seen you. He went to walk towards you, but the Winter Soldier stopped him.

“Я получил ее.” The Winter Soldier said to the agent in Russian.

He gently grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side.

“I told you to stay in the car.” He says sternly.

“I know, but my senses told me that you needed help.” You said honestly and looked down, feeling ashamed.

“I get that you’re just going with what your senses are telling you, but I don’t want you to get hurt.” He says.

You opened your mouth to say something when a bullet came flying towards you two. The Winter Soldier grabbed you with his metal arm and held you against him while using his right hand to shoot at whoever shot the bullet at the two of you. The sound of the gun going off startled you. Your hands grasped onto his tactical vest, holding it tightly.

“This is the reason why I told you to stay in the car.” He says.

“Ok, but Pierce said this is my mission too and I intend on helping you.” You say.

He sighed, not wanting to argue with you.

“Fine, but you stay by my side, understand?” He says.

“I understand, Soldat.” You say.

You kept your word and stood by him. Maybe you weren’t as ready for a mission as you thought, because you jumped almost every time you heard a loud noise that wasn’t a gun. The Winter Soldier noticed how jumpy you were and grabbed your arm, running away from the scene. He took you to an alley where it was calmer and quieter for you.

“I’m going to say something and I want you to listen, ok?” He says.

You looked at him and nodded your head.

“When we go back out there, I want you to get back in the car where it’s safer. That’s an order, soldier.” He says.

“But-” You stopped talking when he gave you the look, the dad look. “Yes, Bucky.” You mumbled, loud enough for him to hear.

You’re the only person in HYDRA who calls him Bucky. You learned his name your first year after being kidnapped by HYDRA.

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” Bucky puts a comforting hand on your shoulder. “I also want what’s best for you. Do you understand?” He says softly.

“Yes, I understand.” You say.

He poked his head out from the alley, making sure the coast is clear for you to go straight to one of the vehicle.

“Coast is clear. Follow me.” Bucky says.

You followed closely behind him. You still jumped at the noises, but you were fine as long as you were close to Bucky. He opened the car door and you got in the vehicle. You turned around to see him holding his hand out.

“Give me the gun.” Bucky says.

You pouted and handed him the gun. He continued to hold his hand out and gave you the dad stare.

“I know you have extra bullets and don’t even try to lie and say you don’t.” He says.

You sighed and got the extra bullets out of your pocket and put the bullets in his hand, still pouting cause you want to help him.

“Soldiers don’t pout.” Bucky states. “If you want to help me, you can look out the window and keep an eye out for me, ok?” He says, trying to reason with you.

“Ok.” You say quietly.

Bucky kissed your forehead and closed the car door, going back to the mission. As you were keeping an eye out from your position in the car, everything looked like it was going smoothly. That was until a bullet shot through the front windshield. You screamed and covered your head, ducking to the car floor. Bucky’s enhanced hearing picked up your scream and he immediately ran to the car, opening the car door and seen you shaking on the car floor.

“Hey, you’re ok.” He says softly.

You uncovered your head and looked up, seeing Bucky. You practically launched yourself into his arms. Bucky securely wrapped his arms around you and pulled you out of the car. He gently put your feet on the ground and grabbed your hand, quickly taking you somewhere safe.

“Are you hurt?” Bucky asks, checking you for obvious injuries.

“No. I’m just shaken up is all.” You tell him.

Bucky’s facial expression softens when he seen a cut on your forehead with blood coming out of it, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked confused.

Bucky continued to look at the cut on your forehead, making sure it’s not deep. You reached your hand up to your forehead and felt something wet.

“Am I bl-bleeding?!” You asked, beginning to freak out.

“Just a little bit.” He says as he continues to examine it.

You took your hand off your forehead and seen blood in your hand, making your eyes widen.

“Hey, look at me.” He coos. “You’re going to be fine.” He says softly.

“But I’m bleeding.” You say.

“Yes you are, but you’re going to get patched up when we get back to base.” He says.

Bucky pulled you in for a hug to calm your nerves which helped a lot. After a moment, he pulled away from the hug, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“You ready to go back out there?” Bucky asks.

“Yes.” You nodded. “Let go kick some ass!” You say.

Bucky gave you the dad look once again when you said a curse word. He doesn’t like it when you say curse words.

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

Bucky just chuckled and shrugged it off. He pulled a gun out of the holster, loading it with bullets and gave it to you.

“Stay by me and shoot when I say to, got it?” He says.

“Yes, Bucky.” You answered.

“Alright. Let’s get back out there, doll.” He says with a smile and patted your shoulder.

After the mission, you were dreading what Pierce was going to say or do to you. You were looking down at your feet as you were walking past him, but he stopped you in your tracks by grabbing your arm and pulled you towards him, making you stumble.

“Mission Report, soldier.” Pierce commands, looking down at you.

“Successful.” You inform him, lying through your teeth.

“I hope you’re telling the truth cause you know the consequences.” He says.

“Yes, sir.” You say.

“You’re dismissed.” He let go of your arm. “Rumlow, escort her to her cell.” He says.

Brock nodded and grabbed your bicep with a bruising grip like he did earlier and escorted you to your cell. He shoved you in your cell, making you trip over your own feet and fall. Luckily you landed on the bed and not the hard concrete floor. You got cleaned up and changed. You sat on the bed, holding your knees against your chest. You jumped at the sound of the cell door open and close. You relaxed when you seen Bucky. Bucky sneaks in your cell to keep you company when he’s able to.

“Hey, kid.” Bucky says, taking a seat on the bed in front of you.

“Hey, Bucky.” You say quietly, loud enough for him to hear.

“How’re you feeling after your first mission?” He asks.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged your shoulders. “What’s there to feel?” You say.

Bucky nodded in agreement.

“I want you to understand something.” He starts. “When I give you orders during future mission, I expect you to follow through with them. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He says.

“Ok. I’ll listen better next time.” You say understandingly.

Bucky smiles and patted the bed next to him. You moved closer to him and he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a loving hug.

“I also want you to understand that I’m trying to protect you.” He says, kissing the top of your head.

“I understand.” You looked up at him. “Thank you for protecting me.” You say with a smile.

“You’re welcome, kiddo.” Bucky smiles down at you. “Get some sleep. You need it after the day you had.” He says.

You snuggled yourself against his side, slowly falling asleep. Knowing that Bucky is there to protect you made it easier for you to fall asleep. By the end of the day, Bucky just wants what’s best for you.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[to-thelakes]

Luke alvez gives the best hugs of the BAU team

i can do nothing but hard agree with this statement. it has been on my mind for days and i simply, merely, just want a hug from luke alvez of the BAU, that's all i want. my skin? clear. depression? cured. grades? flying high.

i think it would make me feel sane and so uhm, i wrote a couple of one-shots, they're like 300-500 words each but they have pulled me from the pits of the depression that was threatening to eat me up today.

so here they are

just a hug

pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader

summary; luke gives the best hugs in the BAU <3

warnings; fluff, pure fluff, domestic fluff, brief mention of injuries, brief mention of reader having a bad day, luke being a mozzarella hater (disappointed in him)

masterlist

Some days were just worse than others and today was one of the days that was bad. You and Luke had been at work all day. It was paperwork day and luckily, you had managed to avoid going on a case. You were thankful for that, you knew that you might have had a breakdown if you had to go on a case. It was just one of those days and Luke noticed. He knew and the second that you got through the door into your house, he wrapped you up in a hug.

You didn’t expect it but the second that his arms tightened around you, all the tension released and you melted into him. Your arms snaked around him, nuzzling your face in his chest. He smelt like home and his strong arms grounded you to the earth as he rested his face against your hair. Your fingers dug into him as you just breathed.

“I’m proud of you,” He muttered. You let out a sob-chuckle before you lifted your head so that you could meet his gaze. You looked into his eyes and moved one hand to rest against his cheek. Then you connected your lips with a soft kiss.

“I love you,” You whispered against his lips. He grinned and kissed you again before letting you snuggle back into him.

“I love you too.” You never felt as safe as you did in Luke’s arms. It was the most soothing thing in the world for you.

-

The UnSub had managed to land a few punches on you as you had chased after him. Your face was bruised and bleeding but you were okay. You had caught the UnSub and he was at the PD but your face ached. The medic had cleared you but told you to ice your face which you couldn’t do until you had returned to the PD.

So, you decided to just sit in the car with a water bottle against your face, hoping that it would do something to stop the swelling. You watched from across the lot as the team discussed. Luke had caught your gaze a few minutes ago and sent you a sympathetic look. You tried to smile but it just hurt. He frowned.

You hadn’t expected him to come over but after he finished talking with the team, he appeared. He leant against the open car door and you looked up at him, annoyance written across your face but mainly cause you were in pain.

“How you feeling?” He asked. You gave him a look and he chuckled, “Okay, yeah, dumb question.” You rolled your eyes and placed the water bottle down onto the seat. It didn’t seem to be doing anything; all you wanted right now was comfort.

“Can I get a hug?” You asked. Luke’s hugs seemed always to make you feel a bit better. He and Garcia gave the best hugs in the BAU, hands down. So, they were your first port of call (and your closest friends) when you needed comfort. He chuckled and nodded. You stood up and wrapped your arms around Luke. He was still wearing the bullet-proof jacket but the hard material was somewhat comforting. He wrapped his arms around you, hand cupping the back of your head as you sighed.

“I’m impressed,” He stated. You scoffed and rolled your eyes but didn’t move from where you were nuzzled against him.

“Thanks,” You muttered, amused by his assertion.

-

You and Luke were sitting on Rossi’s couch. Everyone was a few drinks deep and drinks meant that you were touchy. Though, Luke didn’t seem to mind all that much when you cuddled into his side. You were talking about different types of cheeses and you were judging him hard for his dislike of Mozzarella. You honestly weren’t sure how you got onto the topic but it amused you. Tara joined into the conversation every few minutes but she was mostly distracted by Reid and Emily which left you and Luke blissfully alone to bicker about cheese.

His arm was wrapped around your waist, pulling you in and hugging you from the side. Usually, you would never admit that you liked having him close but you did. You and Luke were strictly platonic but sometimes, rarely, you thought about being more and moments like this when Luke was hugging you made you wonder how perfect your life could be.

“Told you, Mozzarella isn’t that good,” He mumbled against your hair, taking your silence as defeat. You let out a defiant scoff and shoved him playfully, pulling back. You crossed your arms over your chest.

“I was just thinking!” You bit back. He let out a teasing ‘uh-huh’ and you pouted. He rolled his eyes and gently tugged you back into him. There was only a moment of resistance before you let yourself fall back into him.

“You know I’m right.” You merely rolled your eyes at his assertion.

-

Luke - much to his dismay - woke up to an empty bed and he rolled over, rubbing his eyes as he tried his best to locate you. It took him a moment to hear you singing in the kitchen downstairs. Roxy was gone from the dog bed and relief filled his chest. You were still here and he let a smile spread across his face as he clambered out of bed. He slipped a pair of pajama pants on before padding downstairs and finding you making coffee in the kitchen.

You were singing your favorite song at the top of your lungs as you swayed your hips, waiting for the coffee to be done and filling up Roxy’s bowl. He couldn’t help but grin as he watched you from the doorway. You placed the bowl of dry biscuits down before you returned to the counter, not even realizing he was there.

It was adorable and he watched you for a moment longer before he decided to finally make his presence known. He said good morning as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. You tensed for a moment before relaxing. You tilted your head back.

“Hi, baby,” You said before you leaned over and grabbed a mug for the two of you. His arms snaked around you as he buried his face in your neck. He pressed a kiss to your neck and you giggled, resting one of your hands over his, “You sleep okay?” You asked. He nodded. The warmth of his back pressed against you was a soothing feeling. It made you melt back into him.

“Slept great,” He mumbled. You reached out for the coffee pot and he let his hands slip away from you which made you groan in annoyance.

“Hey, I was enjoying that,” You muttered as you looked back at him. You then turned back and began to pour coffee for the two of you.

“Payback,” He retorted and you scoffed.

“For what?” You glanced at him before finishing with both coffees. Luke had creamer in his coffee while you just put some milk and sugar. 

“Making me wake up alone,” He stated as he opened the fridge and began to pull out the supplies for breakfast. You scoffed.

“Yeah, yeah,” You rolled your eyes and once Luke had placed down the supplies, you grabbed his arm and tugged him so you could look at him. Then, you pressed a kiss to his lips, peppering a few before you settled back, arms still wrapped around his neck loosely, “You looked so pretty and peaceful. I couldn’t disturb that,” You shrugged. Luke chuckled, smiling bashfully as he met your gaze. He then pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I’ll make us breakfast,” He said. You nodded and pressed another kiss to his lips before you stepped back. You missed the feeling of his arms around you when you were away from him but you tried not to think about it too much.

<3

[ch0wen]

The Escort | Tangerine x Reader

A/N something I needed to just write down after seeing bullet train for a second time. Not proofed…should I continue?

The back of your head throbbed, as your eyes blinked open adjusting to the light.

“You hijacked my car?”

“Told you,” he inhaled in a puff of smoke from his cigarette before flicking it out the partly open window, “I need to get you back to Nevada before Friday, love.”

“I am not going back there,” you snapped.

“Seems like you currently don’t have much say in the matter. I want to get paid. And in order for that to happen,” he made eye contact through the rearview mirror, “I need you.”

You stared at him for a moment then rolled your eyes; breaking the connection. The ache throbbed again and you attempted to rub your head but could not move your hands from around your back.

Shifting, you feel the fabric of a tie rubbing against your wrists. Confirming, as you peered around the seat, with the buttons of the dress shirt now open, it was his tie binding your arms.

The tie he was wearing when you picked him up an hour ago. Ran into him at the gas station. He mentioned something about heading in the same direction as you. His brother screwed him because he forgot him there at the station, was it? Or because there was an issue with his car? Against your best interest, you faltered and offered a ride.

You didn’t even question why a good-looking man in a suit was seeking out assistance at a gas station in Colorado. But you heard that accent and gazed too long into his blue eyes and heard your own words agreeing to take him before your brain could catch up.

Now, because you thought with your pussy and not your head, you’re tied up in the backseat with the British hitchhiker driving you to your family.

Your eyes frantically searched your car for some other weapon to use to stop him from taking you any further. Your black umbrella sat on the passenger seat; likely used to knock you out before. To your right, behind the passenger seat, you spotted your purse haphazardly tossed on the floor.

After passing him a sideways glance, you slowly reached for the strap with your right foot. Your arms strain against the binding of the tie. You feel it loosen.

—————

“Pull the car over!”

The bag strap was tight against Tangerine’s neck. His head slammed back against the head rest a couple of times. Trying to make contact with your nose to get you away from him. He let out a discouraged groan when the attempt was to no avail.

“Fucking hell,” he gritted out.

His ring-clad left hand clawed to relieve some tension from the strap off his reddening skin, as he fought to desperately keep his eyes on the road.

Yours deceived you. You looked down to his spread thighs momentarily before a smile spread across your face. The taught strap loosened a bit in your hands,

“Really?”

Amusement was dripping in your voice. Tangerine’s eyebrows furrowed at the sudden tone shift and offered you a sideways glance. Then as some of his adrenaline faded, he felt that uncomfortable tightness in his navy dress pants.

He cleared his throat as his left hand moved down to adjust himself, “it’s only human nature.”

His cockney accent was weakened by his clear arousal. You watched this self righteous man falter because he’d been caught with a hard on after your attempted asphyxiation. Or maybe it was the power that turned him on? You moved a bit closer, your lips grazing his pink blush-crept ears, “It’s a pretty fucking kinky thing though, hm?”

To tease him further, your left hand took hold of the bag strap as your right gently scraped down his hairy chest. Fingers idly played with the chain of his gold necklace. Tugging and tightening the way it sat around his neck.

“God dammit. I’m pulling over.”

Next: The Escort - Part 2

[mrslankyman]

You’re Losing Me

Mike Schmidt x (fem) Reader

!not proof read!

you say

“I don’t understand.”

And I say

“I know you don’t.”

No cure was going to come to the relationship. No amount of flowers, i’m sorries and kisses would fix this. He never was around. Why should you stay?

He was losing you slowly.

He didn’t even notice at first. Nor did you. It felt fine. He always went to work. He was gone for so long. When he was home he was asleep. Your work schedule and his didn’t line up.

Abby and you hung out more. She was almost like a daughter. You had been dating Mike for 4 years. You’d take Abby to school go to work and then pick her up on your lunch. Rushing back to work after Max showed up.

At first Mike sleeping and trying to save his brother didn’t bother you. He was after all in a hard spot.

You’d gently get into bed. Feeling his arms wrap around you. Pulling you close. A small smile came to your face.

He loved you.

Didn’t he?

Those feelings. Thoughts. Doubts.

Why didn’t he say he loved you?

You couldn’t recall the last time you and Mike even had a conversation. That wasn’t short and simple.

You’d feel his arms slip away from you at 11. He got ready for work and headed out. The rest of the night you’d be alone. Softly crying. Before he got fired from his mall job he was home more.

He’d help cook dinner, play with you and Abby. You knew he had a hard life. He was struggling. Who wouldn’t?

But a small ‘I love you’ wasn’t asking for much. A small kiss on the cheek before he left for work, even if he thought you were asleep. Wouldn’t that be simple?

Today was the breaking point. It was your birthday. It was marked on the calendar in the kitchen. Abby had even mentioned it for the whole week.

You told Mike about the small party that was going to happen at your friends house. You took Abby over. Mike said he’d be there at 5. He had plenty of time to get there. It started at 3. He just wanted to sleep a little.

You understood and told him you’d see him there.

Hannah didn’t understand why he didn’t show up. You were the best thing at this party. It was about you. Why didn’t he come? It was your birthday. 5 passed by. 5:30 still no show. 7.. then 9.. then Abby fell asleep on the couch.

To fake smile and laugh was hard. Your heart ached. Why didn’t he come? It was your birthday. He knew about it. He was more than likely going to say he forgot.

You bid everyone goodbye and took your presents to the car. As well as Abby. At least she had fun. You drove home. Gently laying Abby down in her bed and tucking her in. Whispering good night before leaving her room.

You walked to you and Mikes shared room. You laid down gently. He usually felt you lay down and wrapped his arms around you.

He didn’t tonight.

He was losing you.

Why didn’t he act like he cared? He used to.

You let it go. You didn’t mention it. Afraid of his reply. Afraid you’d lash out at him and say things you didn’t mean.

You decided to just glare at him every morning.

Storms clouded your eyes as he got ready for work. He never noticed. No amount of signs got to him. He didn’t get what he was doing was hurting you.

When he did one night come home and walk up to you it shocked you.

He wrapped his arms around you. Pulling you close. The smell of his cologne clogged your nose. The warm feeling of his body engulfed you.

But there was no pulse for him.. no heart racing feeling as he touched you.

Your face was pale. He never did admit you looked sick. He must not remember how red your face got anytime he hugged or touched you. Even in 4 years he still had that effect. Not anymore.

“I love you.” His words bounced off you like a bullet bouncing off a shield. You didn’t even say it back. You just glared at him. Abby was in her room coloring. You didn’t want her to hear you two fight.

So you didn’t say anything. You just walked off to the kitchen. He stood there. Confused. Why didn’t you say it back?

He went back to ignoring you. He always did. Why try to change the ending you knew was coming?

Saturday finally showed. One of the days you got to see him. And even on those days he’d sleep or just say he wants to be alone. He never used to do this till he got this new job. It’s been 5 months. What was up?

Abby had gone to a friends. The air was thick with loss and indecisions. Why was it to so hard to talk to him now? He felt like a stranger.

You gently walked down the hall to your shared room. Opening the door you walked up to him. Pushing his head phones off his head slowly. His eyes opened and he looked at you.

Annoyance was apparent in his eyes. “What?” He asked his voice gruffy. “I just.. we need to talk Mike.” You pleaded. He simply sat up and sighed. “About what?” He looked straight through you. It’s like he didn’t even know you were there.

Like you were a burden to him.

“What is up with you?” You voice was shaky. It was too late. You were broken.

“What do you mean?” He didn’t get it. He didn’t understand why you were acting like this.

“Why do you ignore me Mike? Why can’t you just talk to me? Really talk to me?” It was over. Tears flowed down your face.

“You need to choose something..”

“Babe..” his voice interrupted you

“I got nothing to believe anymore, unless you’re choosing me.”

“I.. I want to choose you. Work is a lot and you know that I have a lot of things going on-“

“Just stop..” your voice cut through him. He saw the look on your face. It was over. He could tell. How couldn’t he tell sooner?

“You’ve already lost me Mike.. I’m.. I can’t do this.” It slashed his heart into two. You know what they say. You don’t know what you got until it’s gone.

“I don’t understand Y/N.” He stood up quickly.

“I know you don’t..” You walked down the hall. You’d stay at your moms for a while. She’d understand. She knew how it was going anyways.

It was getting too much. He rushed down the hall after you. Begging and pleading you to stay.

You didn’t want to.

4 years of your life. You have to him. Giving him all your empathy and best you’s. Trying to make his life better.

He was destined to be miserable in his own world.

The thoughts you used to have. Marrying him. Being his wife. Buying a better house. Giving Abby the future she deserved. Was over.

You’d miss Abby. So terribly much. It hurt you more to think of her than Mike.

He didn’t understand he was losing you.

You just wanted him to see you again. To love you truly again.

“Y/N.” You stopped at your car. Wiping the tears from your eyes. He stood there at the door. And in a moment he rushed to you.

Grabbing you and pulling you close. He couldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t let you go.

“I’ll do better, please don’t leave. I need you. I need you in my life.. I’ll find a new job. I wanna talk now.” His voice filled your ears. Made your heart start again.

A pulse.

“I.. okay Mike.. I’ll give this one more chance..” he smiled and kissed you softly. You never knew such a soft kiss could display such emotions.

You worked on it. Wanting to keep this family going. He got a new job. It wasn’t the best but a day shift was better than nothing.

You vowed to always be his.

Because you both survived the Great War.

[brokenpieces-72]

Down with the Ship

A few hours before the gathering and before the raid. Alejandro and Rudolfo were there and you had the chance to chat with Alejandro who expressed his love for your work.

“You should come with us for the next dia de los Muertos. Pay proper respects.” Alejandro says. You’ve had the chance to meet up with him and Rudy a couple times to help plan and sort out the raid. You mainly go to learn and understand how everything works, listening intently as they sketch out crude diagrams or blueprints of ships and going over cargo records and docking schedules. Your attention to detail has proven useful. Alejandro had also heard about Graves getting a tip, and while reluctant he figured there could be benefit to getting Makarov’s men behind bars. If Makarov tried to get them released it would raise some flags.

Right now was a chance to relax and gather your nerves. That was done with pool, chatting and drinks. Nikolai would be coming with weapons and gear that could be worn under their clothes. The image of Simon in a black hoodie charging at you only for your own bullets to barely phase him sent a visible chill down your spine. As for the kittens the mother would stick around to care for them.

You’re nervous too. Tonight you were going to see Makarov for the first time face to face. Your bouncing knee is visible as you try to decide whether you avoid him the whole night or try talking to him. There’s a sliver in you wanting to confront him about your father but you know the risk and you have no evidence aside from two witnesses one of which was false.

Johnny calls you out of your thoughts, inviting you to join him on the fire escape. Once you’re out there you lean over the railing with him. The chilly night forces your thoughts of Makarov away and you’re focused on the view. Cars honk on the streets below, window light turn on and off, and clouds blot out the stars and moon.

“How ya feelin?” Johnny asks.

“Nervous… you?” You ask. He nods absently. “At least you have practice. I’ve never met Makarov.”

“Experience, not practice. No dress rehearsals here.” Johnny says. “You can’t practice confronting the man who took yer father either. Laswell will be there. And Alex. I think he said somethin’ ‘bout bringin’ Farah. Won’t be alone.”

You see him nod absently, and look around, like he’s reminding himself more than you. That’s when you realize something that warms you inside. Johnny’s leg bounces and he’s fiddling with his hands. You lean against him making him look at you. You give him a warm smile.

“I won’t be alone.” You say. Without warning, Johnny puts you in a headlock of a hug and pressing his face into your beanie for a moment.

“No ya won’t. You’ll be safe.” He says a little muffled by the beanie. Johnny wasn’t so much worried about the raid as he was you.

“You better be safe too, no fucking around.” You say, sternly. He pulls away to look at you but keeps the arm on you. His eyes meet yours.

“Always.” He says.

The 141 and Los Vaqueros were ready. They truly were, suited up in bullet proof vests and guns. Alejandro and Rudolfo led them to the docks, splitting off into smaller groups to check the ships. They’d frightened a couple of fisherman, opening their cargo holds and demanding to know where everything was. There were drugs, and they knew there would be. Graves was waiting for there to be a sign of the 141 or the Los Vaqueros before starting to move in. He brought his best to ensure Nolan’s guys wouldn’t have the chance to try anything.

Price and Kyle were with Rudolfo when a shot rang out followed by shouting and heavy gunfire. They left the ship they were on, telling the few men on board to run from the docks to safety. They ran over and saw Nolan and a few guys in masks and hoods. Alejandro and Soap had found the drugs, but Simon had to hold off the men who had reached for their pistols. From there it barrelled downhill.

Simon was outmatched but could still take out a couple out, dropping two of them. He checked their bodies quickly but found nothing except side arms. He didn’t have time to remove their masks before he heard Soap yelling and a gunshot. Simon went below deck and found another one dropped along with the stash of drugs and his two allies. He radioed Price.

“Price we found their stash.”

“We got another problem.” Price barks. All three men bolted back up and off the ship, running towards another ship. They heard Nolan shouting and more shots were fired from the deck while they tried to get on board. Kyle was on there already and was thrown to the ground. He was lucky enough to avoid being shot, knifing his attacker’s thigh and then going for the neck. The man dropped but there wasn’t a chance to reveal his face either. Kyle retrieved his gun it having been kicked away. He then ran down the deck to take out a guy about to knife Rudolfo who had been knocked to the ground.

Price was doing what he could from the docks, taking out anyone who got off. Kyle got Rudolfo back up and helped him off the boat. Nolan held up a Molotov cocktail lit with a rag and threw it into the cargo hold, before diving into the water. Unfortunately it still wasn’t over.

Graves revealed himself after the gunfire could be heard and ran in with his men. His men didn’t hold back like he had told them to. They fired at Price, Simon and Alejandro. They charged at Johnny who wasted no time firing at them, wounding most. One got to close and got shot point blank. A couple went for Kyle and Rudy hoping to make an easy arrest since Rudolfo’s leg made walking difficult. Alejandro shot at the cops, not hitting any of them but covering Kyle and Rudolfo.

Then a bomb went off. The cocktail may have set the ship aflame but something else caused the whole boat to explode. It was pandemonium with shouting, gun fire and debris filling the docks.

They never had a good chance to check the bodies. The only one who did was Graves and the men he’d brought.

Meanwhile you were at the party. Laswell had made sure you would have an appropriate outfit. Felt very androgynous, and was pretty comfortable. You got to chat with Alex and Farah who were there together. Farah had taken photos of your art in her neighbourhood and was showing them to you and Laswell. Laswell’s brows were raised the whole time, sometimes looking around to make sure no one notices. Laswell excused herself from your small group to shake a few hands and chat with an old friend whom she hadn’t seen for some time.

You stayed near Alex and Farah, still having yet to see Makarov, Nolan or Milena. You guessed Nolan was probably at the docks but don’t express concern. Honestly Farah and Alex make such good company you practically forget where you are.

Milena approaches your small table and you slap the phone in Farah’s hand, to hide the screen. You smile at Milena who looks less than pleased. Farah doesn’t make eye contact, instead pulling her phone to her chest and under the table while Alex scratches his neck.

“So you wanted commissions?” You ask. Farah stifles a laugh and Alex covers his snort with hand.

“I have a lawyer drawing up a contract. The price can be further discussed.” Milena replies. It’s clear she’s holding back a lot, her glare stabbing you from all sides. “Besides after tonight I should have everything will be arranged for your work. Finally get rid of some trash.” She says the last word while looking at Farah, before turning on her heel and walking away.

“Mythic bitch.” You mutter. Alex and Farah look a little nervous. You know it means something is up. Farah excuses herself to make a phone call, and you’re left with Alex who walks around the venue with you. You try to find Kate again but instead find the last face you wanted to.

Vladimir Makarov approaches you and Alex with a friendly expression, a challenging one. It’s as if he’s daring you to a put a gun to his head and you want to. Standing there it’s like the air is sucked out of the room, or rather he’s stolen all the air from your lungs and is dangling it in front of you.

“Hello. I don’t believe we’ve met.” He says holding out a hand to shake. You just stare at him, as everything else slows. Alex puts a hand on your back, noticing how tense you are. It’s like he’s given you the oxygen that you needed to function again. Without missing a beat, you shake Makarov’s hand. His smile becomes a satisfied one, as if he’s made a deal with you.

“Hello. Nice to meet you.” You say without giving him your name. Alex offers his hand to shake introducing himself to Makarov. Alex being the decent guy he is, wasn’t about to let you stand there and face Makarov alone.

“Milena tells me you are an artist no?” He asks. You nod. He’s a person. A horrible person. A monster but you could talk to monsters.

“Something like that…” you say. Deep breathes you can do this.

“I hope to see more of your work. I have to make an announcement.” He says excusing himself. You wait for him to be out of sight before you finally feel yourself breathing on your own. Alex takes you aside to make sure you don’t pass out in the middle of the floor. Farah returned and Alex explained what happened while Vladimir was introduced on the podium.

You’re still trying to focus as Vladimir introduces himself and thanks everyone for their attendance. Then your own hell starts to crack.

“Returning I intended to clean and straighten out this city. Gang activity has been ever present and tonight we finally bring down one of the most infamous. The Los Vaqueros and the 141 have been tracked down and linked to drug shipment. I’ve just gotten word from one of my best that they will be apprehended by next morning. My hope is to eliminate any and all gangs in the area, keeping this city safe from drug abuse, violence and death. I want to go even further and eradicate unsafe housing, health violations and rebuild this city to be better. Better than it was. By tonight you will see this is not just pandering and that justice will prevail and protect good people, like your friends, families and neighbours. While I have been gone for some time I come back with a strong mission and intend to see it through. By tomorrow I will prove it too.” There is audible applause and you’re terrified. Had the raid all been a set up? Graves was there, did he tell Makarov beforehand? No… no you know he wouldn’t do that. Surely.

Out of the corner of your eye you see a commotion and you step back instinctively. Farah is being arrested! What the hell?!

You look just past the officers who are cuffing Farah while Alex protests, and see Milena smirking. Farah is muttering words you don’t understand. Alex tries fighting one of the cops, while a pair of hands takes you by the shoulders, pulling you further back. The next thing you know Alex is under arrest for police interference. You try to intervene yourself but the hands on you tighten, and you hear Kate’s voice telling you to leave them.

Kate leads you out of the venue and to a vehicle. There’s a woman in the drivers seat while Kate gets in the passenger side giving directions. The car peels out of the parking lot. In the backseat you curled into a ball. What the hell just happened?!

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[bfpnola]

Hey. It's @reaux07. If you remember my last angry history rant on Paul Robeson, I'm back for Part 2. This time? King Leopold II and his relationship to the Congo. I just finished writing a 5-page, single-spaced essay on this for class, so I'll do my best to summarize in bullet points this time rather than chunky paragraphs. This will still be long though, as a warning, but it's a necessary read. Please let me get through this, because y'all know this hurts to write.

Trigger warnings for... just about everything typically associated with mass colonization (e.g. rape, murder, torture, etc.). Tiktok below as a brief introduction first:

King Leopold II of Belgium, due to his personal unpopularity and lack of love from his parents, had low self-esteem. As his father had already made 50 attempts to colonize foreign lands to no avail, Leopold felt the only way to uplift both himself and his country was to take take control of his own colony.

He checked Sarawak, the New Hebrides, the Fiji Islands, and the Philippines. Nothing. But what was left? The Congo.

How did he learn of the Congo? Leopold hired Henry Morton Stanley, a famous Welsh explorer of the time, to cross Africa from east to west, walking and canoeing 7,000 miles.

Upon the Congo's discovery, Leopold turned his palace into a luxury hotel for the delegates of a new conference to discuss Africa's colonization, supervising every detail. He successfully lied to the major powers of Europe, making claims of charitable and philanthropic aims, and that there would be free trade amongst the African colonies. (And yes, he did give every single attendee a painting of his face... Because he could.)

Meanwhile, back in the Congo, Stanley (the explorer I just mentioned) used bribes and trickery to provide official treaties with the various chiefs of the land in case Leopold ever needed legal proof of land ownership. (Ex of said trickery: One report noted that a village assumed "the white man controlled the sun.")

In 1891 and 1892, Leopold released decrees stating that both vacant land and produce of the forests exclusively belonged to Belgium and that natives could only harvest for the state.

Enforcing Leopold’s rule were 16,000 Africans equipped with modern Belgian-made automatic rifles.

Outing Attempt #1: One African American man, George Washington Williams, during his trip compiled a report to be sent to the American secretary of state. In this letter, Williams remembers bets being taken on who could shoot the native people in the head first, among other instances of vile treatment. While the document never made it back to Williams’ home country, it was eventually found in Europe where he later died.

By this point, the Congo was actually ruining Leopold’s finances and he was growing desperate. But to his surprise, he happened to pick the one spot where rubber grew in abundance, just as the demand for cars and bicycles rose internationally, John Dunlop, a Scottish veteran, having just invented the first pneumatic tire.

Because of this, rubber-prominent areas were the targets of mass exploitation and punishment if daily and weekly rubber quotas were not met.

Missionaries began to write not just to one another, but back home in disgust of these aforementioned “punishments,” one man’s writings put in missionary magazines and national newspapers in Europe. These punishments included rape, tying people up to trees, cutting off men's heads and genitals to be displayed along the fences of Congolese villages, cutting women’s breasts off, and most notably...

Attempt #2: The world, if only momentarily, saw BASKETS after BASKETS of right hands that had been cut off as proof that each of the cartridges given to the Africans had been fired and killed one of their own people. These hands were then smoked for preservation and brought back to their officers.

What did Leopold do once this information came out alongside photos of child mutilation? Acknowledge the abuses and moved on almost immediately.

In Europe, the rubber was processed in a city called Antwerp, ironically named after a mythological giant who also cut off hands. To this day, the connection between such a name and Belgian history has not been made by the general public as countless documents by the Belgian Ministry of Foreign Affairs are kept secret to maintain an image of untouched royalty.

One commissioner in charge of a district in Congo, Leon Fievez, produced one ton of rubber a day, boasting of 1,000 people killed, 162 villages destroyed, burning gardens and plantations so people would starve, and having “only” used 3,000 cartridges. He was nicknamed the “Devil of the Equator” and rightly so.

Attempt #3: One day, a man named Charles Stokes, a British trader working for the Germans, entered the picture. Stokes was arrested for trading in state territory, despite those former claims of free trade, and sentenced to death. Leopold was forced to pay compensation to both Britain and Germany for his death, both countries now increasingly aware of the Congo’s dark reality.

To cover it up, Leopold made claims of the Congo opening up to new companies. Let's be real: His men were on the boards of all these new companies and he took 50% of the profits.

In particular were these "concession companies" where the "hostage system" was set up. Agencies, with official hostage licenses authorizing such, would take the wives of rubber collectors for up to 15 days until the quota was met.

On the 15th day, the men of the Congo either got their wives back or faced further punishment, often death. For the agents, the 15th day meant it was time to calculate commissions, and for the king? It was proof that this new hostage system worked.

These abusive concession companies lasted over 10 years until formal competition arose in South America and Asia.

Attempt #4: Then came Edmund Dene Morel, a half-French, self-taught shipping clerk turned investigative journalist who wrote in The Speaker of the abuses faced by the Congolese, backed up by evidence, not just speculations.

Due to Morel’s growing specialization in West African affairs, he was able to not only send out 15,000 brochures and 3,700 letters in six months after his move to Wales, but start his own newspaper, West African Mail.

By 1903, Roger Casement, an ally to Morel’s cause, spent two months traveling the upper Congo, recording African testimonies. He, too, realized that missionaries were key witnesses and went to visit Joseph Clark (a missionary of 20 years) for 17 days.

Through these reports, which grew to 50 pages in length, Casement and Morel were able to solidify Belgium as perpetuating the worst colonial system Africa had ever known. Punishments included Africans performing public incest for the colonists' entertainment, decapitation, women being stabbed with wooden spikes up their vaginas, and one woman tied up to a tree and slashed straight in half from her left shoulder through her abdomen and out the other side.

The West African Mail even reported on a part of Congo no one knew existed, private property within private property called the “Crown Domain” on the other side of Lake Tumba, which gained 231 million euros alone, all sent directly to King Leopold II. Crown Domain was 10x 5)3 size of Belgium.

Founded by Morel, Liverpool became the headquarters of a coalition called the Congo Reform Association. He also published a book called Red Rubber (1906). I think you’ll find the cover particularly striking! Check out the hand in the bottom right corner being weighed against King Leopold II on the left.

Leopold obviously not having this, commissioned a number of books and monthly magazines to clear up the mess. This didn't work. Obviously.

He even tried to send his own international commission to control what the Congolese said in 1904, to no avail. This was due to a missionary named John Harris who had taken the accounts of various people in the area and sent them back to Morel.

In one particularly heartbreaking moment, a chief brought to Leopold’s judges 110 twigs for each of the entire villages, not just people, killed by the Belgian state, naming every last one.

By the time they returned to Europe, the governor-general committed suicide and, upon being asked, Harris suggested Leopold should be sent to the gallows by the relatively new International Court of Justice.

The commission's report vindicated Casement and Morel. Leopold had tricked no one. EVERYONE in Belgium was calling him out.

Leopold ordered all of the Congo State Records to be burned.

In 1908, the Congo became a Belgian colony, not longer Leopold’s personal property. The state still made claims of "civilizing" the Africans after Leopold's death though, utilizing the leftover mineral exploitation industry with no guilt.

At least during his funeral, which he was denied of having privately, the entire city booed his body <3 well deserved. By this point, he had become Europe’s most hated man of the time.

And in case you were wondering, Casement and Morel were both accused to pro-German sympathies during WWI and executed.

I would like to add more detail but I think I’ve hit a character limit. Just know that Congo’s population was cut in HALF, in some places as much as 60-90%. Villages after villages were burned, as shown through so many soldiers’ and missionaries’ journals. This was a genocide of over 10 MILLION PEOPLE y’all. Hearing this story was truly SICKENING, but here’s the BBC 4 documentary we watched for class for more: Congo: White King, Red Rubber, and Black Death.

What truly gets me is just how OTHER colonizers were calling this man out after finding out the full truth… For me, that feels like extra proof of how truly messed up this was if THEY were disturbed too.

And what feels truly insidious was how Leopold made sure to institutionalize all of his wrongdoings and was so… obviously knowing about every wrongdoing, I mean writing in letters to make sure no one else found out. Please…

Linking my angry history rant on Paul Robeson from last semester here.

Happy Black History Month.

[thespiritssaidso]

Give Shawn the Dress, Dammit!

Summary: Basically the same as the episode Weekend Warriors except Shawn gets to wear the nurse’s outfit

Notes: I have no idea how the fuck a dress from the civil war is made, specifically one with hoops. I don’t know the structure. So give me some leniency here if I wrote the dress wrong.

Juliet left the car and trotted over to where Shawn and Gus were standing, one of whom was holding a dress. “Hey, what’s up guys?”

“Jules!” Shawn and Gus ran up to her. “You're going to get a call from a very irate Sally Reynolds saying two guys just drove by and stole her dress. Just ignore it, okay?”

She was extra confused now. “What the hell are you guys doing?”

Gus started explaining. “Sally was a target. Shawn’s gonna put on that dress, and wait for someone to shoot him.”

Shawn nodded along. “Yeah but- the plan sounds a lot better when you don’t say it like that.”

“What?”

“Listen, detective.” Shawn turned back to Juliet. “We have reason to believe that the intended target was Sally Reynolds. Now we’ve stolen her dress,” he held up said dress, “we’re gonna catch the yellow-bellied son-of-a-bitch red handed.” He paused to take a breath. “I forced the ending, that’s horrible.”

“So, risking getting shot is the only way to solve the case?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then we should stop the battle!”

“No, we can’t. It’s too late. They’re gonna start in less than a minute. Listen, Juliet…please let us go?” They’re both bouncing on the balls of their feet in anticipation.

Juliet doesn’t say anything, mulling over her choices in her head.

After a minute or two of tense silence, she wordlessly marched to the back door of the car she came in and opened it, rummaging around for something. When she resurfaced she had a bullet proof vest. “If you’re going out there, you might as well be protected.”

——————

“Breathe out, loosen up.”

“Ow ow ow ow!”

“Sorry Shawn!”

“No no, it’s fine, this wasn’t exactly made to fit me. Now just zip- AGH!”

“Sorry!”

“Is it done yet? Please tell me it’s done.”

“You’re all good.” Juliet patted the zipper on his back.

Shawn straightened up, and tried to take a breath. It was difficult, and it made him feel like he was back in high school, wearing his binder. It wasn’t a terrible thing to remember. But it wasn’t exactly a fond memory either.

“Here.” Juliet handed him a helmet. He shoved the it on, fumbling a bit with the buckle.

Gus grabbed Shawn by the shoulders. “Alright remember, the fifth cannon boom is your cue to shoot whoever's playing Quantrill.”

“Right.” Shawn nodded, but then gave his friend a strange look. “Wait, how do you know that?”

“I read the manual. Didn’t you?”

“I didn’t open the manual, it was like War and Peace. There were seventeen chapters.”

“It’s the manual, Shawn.”

“It was this thick!” He held up his hands roughly 6 inches apart, emphasizing the sheer size of it.

“Guys!”

“Right, sorry Jules.”

She just shook her head, and started helping Shawn tie the bonnet.

“Shawn, please be careful.”

“And don’t die.”

“Gus!”

“What? I don’t want my best friend to die!”

Shawn just began to ignore them at this point, and started talking to himself. “Okay. Okay. You got this you got this you got this.”

As the fifth canon went off, he shot out of the tent, grabbing the bayonet from the table nearby and running to his spot. Shawn hefted the gun up to his shoulder, and aimed at the new actor standing in as Captain Quantrill.

“It’s just a reenactment. It’s not real. You’re not actually shooting that guy.” he muttered to, hyping himself up as he pulled the trigger.

Pow!

The captain dramatically fell, and rolled down the side of the hill like in the rehearsal.

Shawn quickly looked to the tree, checking to see if the shooter had come back. There was no one. That was odd. He looked at the trunk where Gus and Juliet were standing. They seemed just as confused as he was.

He hitched the skirts and jogged back over to them. “Did you see anything?”

Gus shook his head no. “Nothing.”

Juliet cocked her gun. “I’m gonna double check the nurse’s tent. You two stay put.”

As she ran off, Shawn said, “That’s weird. Nobody came.”

“Well, at least you’re out of danger now.”

They both turn to walk back to the med tent, but Gus kicks something. He freezes, as does Shawn. He kicks it again, hearing a metallic clang. They share a look with each other and begin brushing off grass to reveal a manhole cover.

Shawn tilted his head. “Well I wonder where this leads.”

They grabbed the handle, straining themselves while moving it oh so slowly. When they got it off, Gus noticed something crucial that would hinder them. “Isn’t that gonna get in the way?” Gus pointed at Shawn’s dress, which was much wider than the manhole itself.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Shawn put his hand to his chin in a thinking gesture.

“Then take it off.”

“Dude, I am not taking this off, it took too long to put on!”

“Well figure something out!”

Shawn thought for a minute, then had an idea. He dug through the little pockets of the dress and grabbed his Swiss knife, and started cutting little holes in the fabric and ripping the metal hoops out.

The end result was a — somewhat — regular dress, though it was a bit longer than before. “Alright, let’s go!”

——————

Behind one of the grey tents, another manhole cover was lifted up from underneath. Shawn peaked out, taking in his surroundings before hefting himself completely out.

“Watch your head.” The plumage of Gus’ feather hat pokes out. Shawn grimaced when he noticed a bit of… something on it. “Aw, did you get sewage on your feather?”

Gus doesn’t respond, simply climbing up and out of the hole. They both shuffle over to the tent, peering around it.

“We’ve crossed to the other side of the creek bed!” Gus pointed out.

“The police accounted for all the Union soldiers, but nobody’s considered that the murderer could have come from this side. After all, this was the bad side, right?”

“You know that’s right.”

Shawn looks over to the tent flap, and swiftly snuck inside of it with Gus close behind. Immediately, Shawn found something.

“Now, I ask you: who goes out on the battlefield without their boots?”

Gus shrugged. “Maybe someone has bunions.”

Shawn gave him a disbelieving look. “Bunions, Gus? Really? That's what you're bringing to the table? I'm trying to solve a murder here.” His bonnet and helmet were really starting to squeeze his head, and it was giving him a migraine. Shawn untied the bonnet and helmet, setting them down on the little table as well as the boots. It wasn’t like he would need them anymore. Besides, they were ruining his hair. He began rummaging underneath the table.

“I deal with bunions every day at work, Shawn. They hurt. They hurt people. That's a perfectly logical assumption.”

“Oh yeah? What about this?” With a little flourish, Shawn grabbed a uniform and presented it to Gus. “No tunic!”

Gus snatched the uniform from Shawn and inspected it. He held it up to himself as he said, “This is Mahoney’s!”

Shawn looked closer at the uniform, and a lightbulb went off in his head. He dug through the dress pockets once more, fishing out the brass button from earlier and held it up to the coat, where there were two small holes placed exactly where a button would go.

“The brass button.” Shawn muttered.

“Mahoney did it.” Gus whispered.

They both started jumping up and down, stimming from excitement.

“That’s why he had that sticky musket! He must have got sap on it from that notch in the tree!”

“Woah woah this doesn’t track. Why kill Sally? She’s hot. They’re friends. She even wrote his insurance policy-“

Shawn’s interrupted by a loud BANG. They both flinch a bit at the sudden explosion.

“That was C-4!” Gus pointed out.

“That didn’t come from the battlefield, it came from the south.”

Shawn and Gus instantly come to the same conclusion at the same time. They looked at each other in the eyes, confirming it.

“I solved the crime!”

“No, I did!”

“I said it first.”

“I identified the uniform.”

“I found the button near the tree,” Shawn quickly reached out and tapped Gus’ shoulder twice. “Tap tap no take backs.”

“That's not fair, Shawn. I was identifying the C-4 sound.”

“Dude, you snooze you lose, Gus. I don't have to tell you.”

Gus, frustrated, starting shoving his plumed hat up and down on his head.

Shawn pointed back outside the tent. “That manhole we found connects to the sewer. It's going to lead us right to our killer. Let's go.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! We're going in by ourselves?”

“What, are you crazy?”

Shawn and Gus quickly rushed out of the tent and- well, I’m sure you know how the rest goes.

They find Mahoney stealing his own artifacts and confront him — with some help from the reenactment soldiers— and take him to the station where Shawn figured out that it was not only Mahoney but Sally as well. The two had been attempting insurance fraud. But Mahoney didn’t want to share, so he tried to kill Sally. Poe rolls past his mark, sees Mahoney in the act, and is murdered. Case closed.

——————

It was late in the evening, and the sun was starting to set. Shawn was running to the many tents that had yet to be put away. He had forgotten his Gameboy there, and had to convince Gus to drive him back in the Blueberry to go grab it. He just hoped no one had nabbed it while he was gone.

Shawn still hadn’t taken off the dress. Really, it had just slipped his mind. But he had noticed he was still wearing it at least an hour ago, and realized he didn’t actually want to take it off. It felt… nice, wearing it. Except for the bullet proof vest. That he could do without. He changed out of the vest and voila: comfy-ish dress.

He was exiting one of the tents, Gameboy in hand, when he noticed Lassiter. The detective was still in costume, meandering around the battlefield.

“Lassie!” Shawn started jogging over to the man.

He watched as Lassiter’s shoulders slumped, and turn around to face him. “What are you doing here, Spencer?” His voice didn’t have its usual bite to it, just sounded a bit… tired.

“Oh, I needed to grab my Gameboy — which I found-” he waved it around for emphasis. “-in one of the tents. But this looks more fun!” That was a lie. Walking around aimlessly sounded boring to Shawn. But he wanted to spend some time with Lassiter, boring be damned.

He just gave Shawn a resigned sigh. “I don’t suppose I could stop you, anyway.”

Shawn gave him a big grin, and began walking alongside him.

“Spencer, why in the world are you still wearing that dress?”

“Why are you still wearing your uniform?”

Lassiter huffed. “I’m not going to dignify that with a response.”

Shawn just shrugged. “Alright then.”

“It’s just- isn’t that… uncomfortable? There’s no way that fits you.”

He smiled to himself. “Nah, it’s not really too bad. I took off the bullet proof vest, so it’s not too tight. Brings back memories, actually.”

Now Lassiter was confused. “Memories? What, did you try wearing dresses or something in high school?”

Shawn could’ve taken offense to that. But he decided not to, opting to shake his head no. “Just reminds me of a time when I had to wear a binder to even look half this good.”

Not knowing what else to say, Lassiter let out a small “Oh,” and didn’t add anything else.

“‘Course, the binder was a different kind of…” Shawn gestured to his chest as he said this. “…tight. But it’s the same idea.”

They fell into silence, taking in their surroundings. The sky was pinkish, blending beautifully into purple and blue. The clouds were colored a soft coral pink and cream orange. The air was slowly filled with a soft euphony of various sounds. Crickets chirping, frogs croaking, the whistle of a gentle breeze rustling the long grasses.

Shawn breaks the quiet. “You know, I did a little bit of reading earlier-”

Lassiter scoffed at that. “You? Reading? Please.”

“As strange as that sounds, yes. I did. It was awful, zero stars, do not recommend. There were all these big words- and don’t even get me started on the lack of pictures-”

“Get to the point, Spencer.”

“Right. Yeah. So, I was reading about your great-great-grandfather, Colonel Muskrat-”

“It’s Colonel Muscum T. Lassiter.”

“-I’ve heard it both ways.” He was getting sidetracked. “That guy, who you’re dressed up as, I got curious-”

“Mhm.”

“-and I noticed there was a page in there about him and the… uhh, the nurse, the one I’m dressed up as-”

“Sally Reynolds.”

Shawn raised his eyebrows. “No kidding? That’s her name? That is a huge coincidence.”

“Yes, it is. Now what about her?”

“Right right right. There was a page in there about those two.”

Lassiter didn’t know where this was going. “…Go on.”

“And uhm, apparently, after the war they got together. And eventually married.”

They stopped walking, and Lassiter turned to stare at Shawn. “If you’re insinuating what I think you are, it’s gonna be a hard no. Not in a million years.” He quickly returned to his stride, leaving Shawn standing there.

Wow. Oh, wow. That- that actually kind of hurt. Shawn shook his head, and quickly jogged to catch up with Lassiter.

“Why-”

“Spencer,” Lassiter stopped walking again, halting Shawn’s little run. “Don’t take this the wrong way- actually, take this any way you want: I would rather reenact the civil war stark naked than go on a date with you.”

Woah. Okay, that hurt him even more. But Shawn hid this expertly under a nonchalant grin. “Now that I would pay to see.”

Lassiter gave a mocking smile. “Haha. It’s still no.”

Surprisingly, Shawn didn’t keep pressuring him. He just raised his hands in defense. “Alright.”

“Alright.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah.”

“Not going to think about it-?”

“Spencer.”

“Even a little bit-?”

“If you don’t leave right now, I’m going to shoot you.”

He put his hands behind his back, walking backwards. “Okay, Lassie. Let me know when you change your mind.”

“You mean if I change my mind.”

“Sure, sure. Yeah. Whatever you say.” Shawn turned, hitching up his skirts, and ran off to where he knew the blueberry was waiting for him.

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[terrence-silver]

What would Terry do after having a dream where beloved died?

I like to think he labels dreams under the irrational.

Dumb bullshit.

Proofs of weakness. Something infuriatingly uncontrollable inside of the mind and the psyche that is best left squashed and purged through rigorous self-discipline and training. Outgrown. Overcome. This is the way of logic. If there's softness inside the man it manifests in the mind. In dreams. In thoughts. In conclusions. In gestures. Expressions of self. It eventually oozes through every action unless it's promptly eradicated. The very fact he's having dreams about something as vulnerable as someone's death is a teller. The fact that it upsets him is even more of a teller. The fact he can't control what he dreams about and when...now that part is just infuriating and offensive, really. He should be far beyond this by now. Above it. His subconsciousness shouldn't be producing these types of nightmares and generally speaking, the idea he fears the outcome of beloved's figurative, imaginary death to the degree he's dreaming about is to Terry a sure sign he isn't in control of the narrative enough in the waking world and it reflects inside of him, internally. If he no newly-minted weak point, why would be having these stupid-ass dreams? Thing is, he wouldn't. Means radical changes have to take place in his life. Now. And he implements them. Literally from the moment he wakes up from said nightmare. He's proactive, perfectionist and expeditious like that.

Having his staff check breaks on all the cars.

Upping the security around his estate.

Bringing in private doctors of impromptu health check ups for beloved.

Being rigorous about where they go. With who.

Just some of the examples of the extreme measures he implements in stride literally the very same day, in just one breath. Why wait until later if one can do it now? Didn't you hear about the proverb that claims the iron should be forged and tempered while it's still hot? Terry Silver doesn't stop until he feels and knows with all the assurance in the world that things are as safe as his money can afford him. Should he assure there's more fire alarms? Alarms in general? Would it upset the general neighborhood of Beverly Hills if there was a visibly armed security detour during tours around his Mayan-renewal mansion? Actually, scratch that! Fuck the general neighborhood of Beverly Hills. The walls of his mansion should be higher. Taller. More secure. His cars should be armored. Bullet proof. Should he hire a professional food taster tasting beloved's meals? Should he test the meal taster himself? See if they're up to the task? If they're worthy? If their credentials are up to par? Of course he will. He invents things he should do, because every area of control should be covered, until there's nothing left up to chance and there's literally no way in hell beloved could even reach a point where they could die under his watch. Terry's not paranoid. Not superstitious. He's just practical. Calculating.

Want to prevent a problem from happening?

Intercept it.

Erase the prospect of a problem ever occurring in the first place.

How can a problem ever take root if the soil it could develop on like a weed was so fully disinfected nothing can ever grow on it again?

[neoyongz]

no body, no crime 🩸 | alex turner

you aren’t letting up until you dig into the reason alex cheated on your friend.

warnings: this is fully based in no body, no crime by taylor swift & haim, the fic is centered around alex but there’s plenty of louise mentions since a part of the plot revolves around her, no smut, no fluff, criminal theme & plot, death

words count: 2.4k

disclaimer: english is not my first language so, in advantage, i apologize for grammar mistakes 🤭

“Louise! here!” you said as you saw your friend enter by the restaurant’s door. Louise was your best friend, you two met some years ago at work but even after you both left the company, you kept in contact with her.

“There you are! How are you?” Louise hugged you as her pearly-white smile showed up between her lips.

“Pretty good, no complaints. How ‘bout you? Have a seat, please” After the hug, she took her seat in front of you right before the waiter came to serve the drinks. “I already ordered, don’t worry” It was always the same menu for the both of you: pasta and a glass of wine for each.

“Oh, many things happened” You both thanked the waiter and he left. “Remember what I told you about Alex? That he started coming home very late and acting very weird?” You nodded and took a sip of your wine. “Well, today I checked our joint account and he sent some very expensive jewelry. Woman jewelry” She sighed. “Not mine”

You gasped and opened your eyes like big plates. “Wait a minute. It could be… his mom’s? maybe?” Louise took a sip of her wine and took her phone out of her pocket.

“Nah, her mom hasn’t left any jewelry for him as far as I know. I guess I should start, you know… coming to terms with this situation. Since the merlot incident, he left a bottle in his car which neither of us bought and he also had the taste of it, I've been watching him very closely, and he’s definitely hiding shit” Louise never cursed but she was really angry at her husband. For her, it felt like throwing 3 years of marriage to the garbage.

“That ain’t my merlot on his mouth, that ain’t my jewelry on our joint account…”

“I’m so sorry about that… Are you planning on divorcing? I could help you with that, my sister’s a lawyer” You took her hand and looked at her with a sad expression. You knew Alex very well, enough to know that he wasn’t like that. He would never cheat on anyone, say less about someone like Verneuil. He loved her with her whole heart, how did this happen?

“Yes, but I know this is nothing more than suspicions and there’s no proof that he actually… cheated” That last word hitted Louise on her chest like a bullet to her heart. “I know about your sister though, no need to worry, I’ll call her if I need to” Her phone vibrated. The screen showed a message from Alex; are u coming home babe?

Louise didn’t even think about replying, she was sick of thinking about Alex. The man that had enough balls to cheat on her and call her “babe” every fucking night. She had so much remorse, but nothing could be proven yet.

“For now, I just think he did it but there’s no way to prove it” Louise turned off her phone and looked at you, searching for any excuse to change the way of the talk as she felt her eyes tearing up.

“I think he did it but I just can’t prove it…”

[ . . . ]

You opened the front door and took your bag and car keys. It was a sunny Thursday at 9 am, you were just about to go to work at your dad’s house to clean it and take care of him. You were unemployed but weren’t looking for a job anyway, you made your way to survive with your savings and the thing you were most looking for was a time to relax alone and maybe go on a vacation.

You entered your car and right after switching it on, you started driving. It was common routine to pass Louise’s and Alex’s house as both houses were very close, only 2 blocks away. You saw Alex carrying a big black bag with some tools, not his regular work tools and getting in his car too, an old fashioned red Ford Capri which was actually very dirty after the couple went on a trip to the desert less than a week ago.

Well, the bottom of the car was quite dirty but the tires weren’t: were they new? You drove slowly when you passed by his side to wave at him, and so he did. Actually, you were looking at his car’s brand new tires. It wasn’t too weird at all because it isn’t like no one gets new tires, but his old ones didn’t seem damaged at all… or maybe you were in your head a little too much trying to help getting proofs for Louise.

Once you passed their house’s block, you kept on driving while listening to the radio. Well, you couldn’t say you weren't mad at Alex for what Louise supposed he did, he claimed to be extremely loyal to her and the whole relationship was very good for both of them, they seemed really happy with each other. So, what was the reason behind him cheating? The whole situation was very blurry, and if you were already feeling that much remorse for Alex, you couldn’t imagine how heartbroken Louise would be feeling as you were thinking about them.

Thinking about the situation helped the time to go faster than usual and before you could even realize, you were already parking at your dad’s house. Driving there was a muscle memory thing for you to do. Once you left your car, you went inside the house and found your dad watching his old TV, as usual.

“Darling” He said with a smile and got up to greet you.

“Hi, have you been feeling well?” You left your bag on the sofa and approached him. “Did you take your meds?” He was sick and not able to go to work, so taking care of him was important for you right now.

“Yes, don’t worry. Want some coffee?” You said no before looking at the TV, it’s sound became a little loud as the news channel announced something important, or it seemed like so.

“Nah, I had breakfast. Thanks. Let me clean this for you” You took your dad’s cup, he had breakfast not a while ago. You carried the cup and the little plate he used for his biscuits to the kitchen while keeping your ears fixed on the TV.

“We are live from your local News Channel sadly reporting that a 34 years old blonde and short haired, slim and tall girl in Sheffield named Louise Verneuil went missing Wednesday’s morning. We have her husband on the line giving the first clues, can you hear us?”

“He reports his missing wife and I noticed when I passed his house his truck has got some brand new tires…”

The plate and the cup fell off your hands as soon as you heard Louise’s name. You were frightened. Your face was pale, your whole body started shaking and you walked to the TV.

“What?…” You whispered. Your dad looked at you, concerned.

“Is everything okay?” He got close to you and hugged you as soon as he noticed your eyes getting wet and filled with tears.

“Dad… it’s Louise” You whispered and bursted out crying while hiding in your dad’s chest, hearing Alex’s voice on the TV.

“I don’t know what happened, she left for work yesterday’s morning but hasn’t come back since and her phone is off. Her phone is always on, she is not getting the calls either… I’m scared, we’ve been married for years and I don’t know what could’ve happened to her”

You clenched your teeth as you heard his sayings, there was something off in his tone. His voice didn’t connect to his “scared” feeling. There was something wrong and you knew it.

[ . . . ]

You’ve been watching Alex very closely. You recently noticed a new woman coming to his house and your blood has been boiling since. It was true. He was cheating on Louise, but still no news about her. It’s been about a week since her going missing and your heart has been aching more than ever, you knew Louise wouldn’t do something like that, and that someone made her do it or even worse. Someone could have hurted her or something like that. But no news about that, only a few signs you saw Louise’s mom putting up on the street.

On the other side of the street, a few blocks away, Alex was setting himself to go to bed, calm as he has never been before. After having dinner with his former mistress, the woman he cheated on Louise with.

“Al, I just know you’re hiding something. Tell me right now” The woman followed him around the house.

“I have nothing to hide” He said, opening the closet. “Just stop asking, I don’t fucking know anything about Louise. Stop bringing her up”

“You act like you haven't been married to her for 3 years! You don’t even look sad” She screamed, even if she knew she was in the wrong position to be reclaiming Alex’s sadness towards Louise, it was impossible to not feel frightened by the fact that he didn’t shed a single tear in a week after her wife went missing.

“Let me cope with it alone. I don’t like showing off my emotions” His stupid excuse ended up convincing the woman. “Leave me alone” She sighed and left the room, going towards Louise’s former bed just to watch her own things all over the bed. Her heart ached at the thought of sleeping in that woman’s bed, and felt extremely guilty.

“And his mistress moved in, sleeps in Este’s bed and everything…”

[ . . . ]

You put on your latex gloves as you start to clean up the table, making sure to get rid of every little thing that would look off-putting. You were very meticulous with this cleaning, it was a very special case. You mopped the floor and once you finished, you considered it was enough, so you took the big and heavy bag that had been waiting for you at the backdoor for around an hour and opened the wood door.

You rushed through the backyard and threw the bag on your car’s backseat. You pulled the zipper all the way up and got on the driver’s seat, before slamming the pedal and heading to the river you visited last night. You were very calm even if your actions felt rushed: you just wanted the situation to end and just get over it.

You took the highway and drove for around 45 minutes. It was late at night and the stars were sparkling white, shining all around the dark blue sky above your head. The jazz music on the radio helped you relax even more, breathing slowly and even smiling while getting out of the highway to take a dirt road, heading to the entrance of the river. Once you arrived, you knew no one was there, so you took the bag out of the backseat and threw it to the boat you set up last night, and went even further on the river. It was loud as the water slammed your boat and the rocks around. After a few minutes getting deep into the river, you decided it was about time. You opened the zipper and looked at what you had in there for a few seconds. You doubted a little bit, but there was no coming back after this. After coming to terms with your own mind, you took the bag and threw it to the water. You watched the bag disappear before your eyes, feeling a bit of remorse. But never regretted it.

“Good thing, my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen…”

[ . . . ]

The cameras followed Louise’s sister when she got out of the court, the reporters shoving their microphones on her face. “What happened inside? Any news about Alex? What did the mistress say? And Louise’s friend? What about her?”

“Guys, guys, stop” Louise’s sister stopped them and took a minute to breathe through the air gap the reporters left above her. “What we know so far is that the mistress was there the night Turner went missing. And Turner was the last one to ever put his sight on Louise” She sighed. “Louise’s friend has nothing to do with this case. She was with me the whole day Alex went missing”

“Good thing Este’s sister is gonna swear she was with me”

“Are you sure she was with you?” A reporter slammed her microphone into her face.

“She was with me, dude” She looked annoyed. “The mistress is just gonna get her payment for the life insurance. Really don’t know about her future in this case but all we can ask is justice for Louise”

“And good thing, the mistress took out a big life insurance policy…”

“Who is the main suspect?” The reporter didn’t seem satisfied with her answer.

“They think the mistress did it but there’s no actual proof. They both went missing but the only one found was Louise’s body, which had Alex’s DNA all over it. Pretty dumb of him if you ask me” She took a cigarette calmly, as if no one was around her. “It is clear that Turner killed Louise. But they don’t know how or why he went missing… maybe to not be held accountable” She lit the cigarette and took a puff. “Anyway, no one has found Turner, so the case will keep going for quite some time until they come up with a resolution. That’s all the news for today” She spoke now relaxed, and the reporters greeted her and left.

“They think she did it but they just can’t prove it…”

Once Louise’s sister was alone, she took her phone and called you. You were watching the whole case getting covered by the news, so even if you weren’t there, you were very updated with the info about it.

“Were you watching?” She said, and smiled as she heard your voice down the line, affirming. “It’s clear what that bitch is going for. She’s trying to get you involved in the Alex thing with a very weak argument in my opinion. But she’s not getting away with it” She took a puff from her cigarette.

“I know, I know. Don’t worry, we know what’s gonna happen next. Thanks” You said and took a sip out of your coffee. “I’ll call you later, gotta go”

“Okay, no worries. Goodbye” She said and after ending the call, she put her phone in her pocket.

“She thinks I did it but she just can’t prove it…”

“As they said… no body, no crime” You whispered as you saw Alex’s picture coming up on the TV screen. “You knew that I wasn’t letting up until the day you died”

[ . . . ]

haiii !! thank u so much for reading :p remember that this fic is purely based on the song and I added a few details to make it a little more realistic. I don’t think I will be doing any other fic similar to this one even if I absolutely enjoyed writing it hehe anyways, thank u for stopping by !! love ya xx

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

Comfort in an Abandoned Theatre

Summary - Part 38 in the Comfort series

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic), Reader x Bobby (father-figure), Andre (OG Character) x Reader (best friends)

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

 Meanwhile in the alley…

Dean waits as patiently as possible pretending to mess with something under the hood of Baby. The longer he waits the more impatient he gets. He just wants to bust into the club, drag his wife back to the hotel and forget the werewolves even exist. But he pushes that desire deep down and reminds himself why he fell in love with Y/N in the first place and that she can handle herself just fine. After what feels like an eternity he sees the backdoor of the nightclub open. He quietly closes the hood and pulls out his gun, checking the silver bullets are loaded. When he cautiously glances back over at the person who emerged from the door his eyes land on your lifeless-looking body in his arms. His heart instantly sinks and all he wants to do is shoot, but he knows he can’t risk hitting you or the man using you as a human shield, or hurting you in retaliation. So instead he just watches hopelessly as you’re led away in the opposite direction down the alley. He knows Jason’s waiting on that corner, so as soon as the coast is clear he jumps in Baby and follows from a safe distance with the lights off. He spins his ring around his finger, trying his best to calm himself down as he watches the man get further away with you. 

Then all too quickly the sound of a gunshot sends him into a panic. The werewolf sprints off dragging you with him. His speed alone is the last bit of proof Dean needs. He can feel his blood almost boiling as he loses sight of the werewolf and you. He slams his hands on the steering wheel in frustration, shouting, “Son of a bitch!” He sees Jason run out from around the corner with his hands up, then he spins around and sees Mark with his gun in his hand by his side. Dean’s face says everything they need to know, he’s beyond angry. 

Mark cautiously walks towards Dean and Jason. “He put something in her drink. She was fine and then she quickly wasn’t. It went downhill real fast in there.”

“So what you thought you’d come out here guns blazing? You could’ve shot her! Or worse you could’ve hit him and caused him to turn her! What were you thinking?” Dean shouts.

“I was thinking I’d kill the werewolf, because that’s why we’re here right? Or did you forget that this is a hunt, Winchester?” Jason spits back. Then under his breath he adds, “This is exactly why I didn’t want to work with a Winchester.”

Dean nods and then storms back to Baby. “Then you’d better just stay out of my way!” He slams the door shut and speeds off down the alley in the last direction he sees the werewolf go. He drives up and down streets looking for anywhere that looks like it could house a pack of werewolves. Among all the highrise buildings and shops, nothing looks even remotely like an average werewolf den. 

After an hour of driving around and no leads, he returns to the hotel. He pulls out his laptop and tries to track your phone. It pings at a theatre building about a block back from the beach. When he searches the building online he finds out it’s been shut down and abandoned for years. He slams the laptop shut and sprints back down the stairs to the car speeding as fast as he can to the theatre. He pulls a park out the front and sends Sam a quick text with his location and the word ‘werewolf’. He puts his phone on silent so as not to give himself away, grips his gun and gets out of the car as silently as possible. It’s been years since he’s taken on a hunt like this alone; he can feel his heat racing as he approaches the decrepit building. He silently peers between the boards on one of the front windows searching for any signs of movement or light; proof that you’re actually in there, alive and still human. He can’t see anything, it’s pitch black inside, but as he turns to make his way to the next window he hears a small howling sound. Almost like a puppy that’s been left home alone all day, it’s sad and a little weak. 

Sons of bitches are breeding! He thinks to himself as he peers in another boarded-up window. Still no luck. It’s just too dark. Damn werewolves and their ability to see in the dark! 

He looks up at the dark sky and crescent moon high above him, before glancing back down at his watch: 1:25. With hours till sunrise and the desperation to find and keep his precious wife safe pulling at his heart,  he makes the decision to go in blind. He can’t wait the four to five hours required to get light, with the hope that they’re nocturnal. Anything could happen in that time, and each worst-case scenario is filtering through his mind as the seconds pass. 

With his gun full of silver bullets, and drawn with the safety off he tries the door handle carefully, trying to keep quiet. To his surprise, it isn’t locked. He steps inside quietly, shutting the door behind him with care. Inside he notices the floor is carpeted, helping to cushion the fall of his heavy boots and hide his footsteps. Barely being able to see a foot in front of him, he tunes into his other senses. Listening for more howls, movement, and voices. Smelling for the rank, metallic scent of blood, rotting meat, and the distinct and comforting smell of your floral perfume hoping it hasn’t been covered by the scent of mutated dog. As he ventures further down the hall his eyes start to adjust to the darkness making it ever so slightly easier to see and keep him from bumping into anything and making noise. He sees a wide-open doorway to his left, almost like the entrance to a movie theatre or concert hall. He notes the protection a room like that would give a pack, especially one with children, but also the danger of the limited exits for himself as he stalks through the doorway. Keeping his aim steady in front of him, he cautiously makes his way through the dark corridor, noting the lines of stepped-up seating above him on either side. 

Suddenly, an aching pain shoots through his body as someone lands on top of him, causing him to land on his back on the carpet, which isn’t as soft as he hoped. He tries to fight off the man, approximately the same size as himself but his gun is knocked out of his grip. He fumbles around trying to reach for the silver knife in the waistband of his jeans but his hands are pinned above his head. As he looks up at the attacker’s face he notices the sharp fangs on display. He doesn’t need to look at his hands to see the claws, he can feel them cutting into his wrists. He gathers his strength and kicks his legs out, distracting the werewolf enough so that he can rip his hand free. With his free hand, he immediately rips out his silver knife and stabs the werewolf in the side, overpowering him so he can get on top. He slides his knife out of his side and stabs him in the heart, watching as his body goes limp. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he stares at the wolf’s features; they’re familiar. He pulls his knife out of his chest, wipes it clean using the wolf’s shirt and then stands over him. 

“That’s for taking my wife, you son of a bitch!” He says.

He turns to inspect the room further, searching for you in the darkness when he hears the same sad howling from earlier again. He takes a few steps forward, collects his gun inspects it carefully and then calls out gruffly, “I hear you! Come on out!” When he doesn’t hear or see any movement he rounds the corridor and ascends the stairs checking each row carefully. As he approaches the back of the room the howling is replaced with a sound that is halfway between a low growl and sob, but it’s still quiet. He sees a subtle movement in his peripheral vision and focuses on the back row. In the dark, he can make out a small shadowy figure. It’s shaking. He aims his gun towards the figure as he gets closer. From the end of the row, he can finally tell the figure is a small child, he assumes from their tiny stature they can’t be more than five years old. He replaces the safety on his gun and stows it in the pocket of his jacket as he slips into a chair at the end of the row slowly. 

“Hi. My name is Dean, I’m here to help you, what’s your name?” Dean asks softly.

The child just shakes their head and looks at the floor silently. 

Dean tries again, “Was that other man trying to hurt you? Did he take you away from your parents?”

The child shakes their head again. Then eventually groaks out in a tiny voice, “Is he dead?”

Dean slowly nods his head, watching the child intently as they resume their howling and sobbing. 

Shit! The gears start turning in his head as he watches and listens to the child. 

“Was he your dad?” Dean asks. 

The child nods sadly. Dean watches them as he weighs up his options. He knows this pup is a monster, but they’re still a child. He puts his hand on the handle of his gun but can’t bring himself to pull it out. Werewolf or not, it’s a child. If they grow up and start killing people he can always come back and finish the job, or some other hunter can. He stands up. 

“Have you seen a woman in here? She came here with your dad earlier tonight.”

The child nods and points towards the other end of the row. As Dean follows the child’s direction he can’t believe he didn’t notice you there before. He takes in your limp body sprawled out over a few seats. You look so uncomfortable but also unconscious so he guesses you can’t feel or hear anything. Cautiously, he gets up and squeezes past the child to get to you. He pulls you into his lap so you can be more comfortable, even if you have no recollection of it. He just knows if you stay all contorted like that you’ll wake up with all sorts of aches and pains. He lets your head rest on his shoulder as he holds you close to his chest. He breathes a small sigh of relief as he fills your warm, steady breath fan out on his neck and feels your steady pulse. 

He watches cautiously as the child crawls over the chairs to get a little closer. Up close Dean can tell from her feminine features that she’s a little girl. Her face is soft and cherubic, with delicate, rosy cheeks, a petite button nose, wide, innocent, yet red-rimmed and tear-filled eyes, and a natural, gentle pout that gives her an angelic appearance. Her skin is soft and smooth, with a subtle hint of childhood freckles across her nose and cheeks. If not for her being a werewolf he would say she’s beautiful. He almost feels bad for stabbing her father, but as he holds your limp body in his arms he tells himself he did the right thing. Not having any of the right words to comfort the child, but also not wanting to leave them alone he stays silent. He just sits there and holds you waiting for whatever that monster put in your drink to wear off. 

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The Type You Save ~ F O U R T E E N

James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

A/N: The Tag list is open! Only four more chapters after this!

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Previous: T H I R T E E N

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

When Alex started out in her former life, bullet proof vests were not the norm.  It wasn’t needed. She was agile, quick.  The need to protect her body was in her reflexes not in a vest.  But here she was, in the ready room of the police station, listening to her husband.  

“Alex, this vest will take the impact of a bullet.  It will hurt if you get fired upon, but it can stop almost any bullet to the chest. But please doll, don’t instigate the lunatic to fire at you.” James looked at her with a knowing look.  

“Like I would do that,” Alex scoffed, rolling her eyes.  

“Alexandra,” he said in warning.  

“Fine.  No poking the crazy man. I got it.”  She kissed him softly.  “Only poke your crazy.”  

“Are you deflecting?” 

“Maybe.”  She starts to play with the straps as James clipped the bracelet in place.  

“Ok test.”  

“Loud and clear, Barnes,” Zemo replied.  “Audio is up as is tracking.”  

“Perfect.  So, Steve will run you to the location and I will be with Stark a couple of buildings away.  I’m leaving now.  Alex,” he put his hands on her shoulders to get her to focus, “you get the information, and you walk away. Don’t do anything stupid. I need you to come home, ok?”  

Alex’s lip trembled.  “Ok. In and out.”  

“Exactly.  I’ll be listening, doll.” He glanced around.  “Can we have the room for just a second?” The team filed out, leaving husband and wife alone.  “Please Allie, promise me you’ll come home.”  

“I promise Jamie.  But promise me if Grey loses it, you protect our baby at all costs.”  

“I promise my love. I love you, Allie.”  

“I love you, Jamie.”  

James closed his eyes.  He kissed her hard and breathed her in.  “Ok, let’s get going.”  

Alex and Steve rode in a non-descript car to the wharf. Alex’s leg was bouncing.  Steve reached over and took her hand.  “I won’t let anything to you or him or Drew.  You know that right?” 

“I know.”  She squeezed his hand. “Promise you won’t let him do anything stupid.”  

“I promise to try.  But the only thing he’s dumb on is his love for you.” Steve smiled.  “Did I ever tell you that I was the one who pushed him to talk to you?” 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, he saw you and was dumbstruck. He told me later that you were just the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.  I’ve known this punk forever and he’s never said that.” Steve laughed and shook his head.   

Alex smiled.  “No offense Stevie, but that’s what I thought of James.  Most handsome guy I’d ever seen.”  

“You guys were meant for each other.  Hope I get that someday.”  

“Steve, I know you will.  You’re too good of a guy not to. You know you’re my best friend. I wouldn’t lie to you.”  

“I know Ale. Love you.”  

“Love you too.”  

They pulled into the parking lot and walked to the specific building. “Alex, remember, get the info and get out.” 

“I know Stevie.” She hugged him hard.  “See you on the flip side.”  She walked into the building.  

Christian Grey was waiting. Waiting to see his kitten, his pet.  Four years since the last time he saw her.  She was different.  A mother. It only enhanced her beauty to him. He watched as she walked towards him. “Hello pet.”  

“Mr. Grey,” she replied in a hard tone. She noted Nate leaning against the far wall, a sad smile on his face.  

“Don’t need to take the attitude with me, kitten.” He looked her over. “You look well.”  

“Thanks, I think.”   

“Motherhood suits you. Of course, it should have been with me.”  

Alex bit back the retort in her throat. “I’m here to listen to your offer, if you want to call it that.  What do you want?” 

Grey smiled.  “Let’s have a seat.  Walker, can you get some refreshments for our guest?”  

Alex stiffened as John Walker walked in with a decanter and a couple of highball glasses. “Hello Kitty.”  

“Walker.” She watched him as he poured a couple of fingers of whiskey in each glass.  He went to stand behind Grey and smirked at how uncomfortable she was.  

“So, Alexandra. You thought you were so clever.  Leaving me with a fake while you skipped town.”  

“Not clever, no.  Genius maybe.”  She could feel James groaning at her cockiness.  

“I have missed that smart mouth, Miss Richards. Excuse me, Mrs. Barnes,” he sneered.  “You married the cop as it seems.”  

“And had his baby, but you knew that right?  I can guess that either Walker told you while he tailed us, or Nate did after his offer.”  

“Walker,” confirming her suspicions. Grey rounded her.  “You let another man touch what is mine.”  

“I was never yours. Not after you took a child’s innocence away.” Alex looked at him with a hard look. “We had a code. You broke it.”  

“I did what had to be done to protect my business.”  

“And I did what I had to, to protect my soul.”  

“Your soul?  No, your soul was sold the minute your brother betrayed you.  Still haven’t been able to find the little rat but no matter.  I got my kitten instead.”  He grasped her chin. “You are still my perfect kitten, and that little boy should be mine.”  

“Stay away from my son.”  

“I would never hurt a hair on his little body.  He is a part of you, Alexandra.” Grey smile sadistically.  “Unless of course you make the wrong decision.”  

Alex tried not to tremble in fear.  She didn’t know how much of this they guys were hearing but she hoped James wouldn’t react irrationally.  “What is it?” 

“I want you to walk out of this building by my side and stay with me where ever I go. In return, I will let your husband, your son and all of your friends live. Simple.”  

“You really think I would leave without my son? Do you honestly believe that I would leave my husband?”  

“If you knew what was good for you, you would.”  

“I would rather do anything else, including killing myself before I went back to you.”  

“Are you sure about that?” Before Alex can say anything else, Grey pulls out a tablet.  “Before you decline Mrs. Barnes, take a look at this.”  And the image haunts her.  She can see the live feed outside, James watching her with a sniper scope on him.  The other of her son.  

“Drew,” she cries.  “What did you do?” 

“Nothing. We have him, he’s fine. But he won’t be if you don’t come to an amicable agreement.  What do you say Alex?  You for your husband and son’s life.”  

Alex looks down, tears flooding. “Ok, you win,” she whispered.  

“Wonderful.”  He smirks at her.  “I knew it; you just needed the right push to make the right decision.  You walk out, say your goodbye and we leave.  Nate, get the car.  Walker, behind.  If they try anything Alexandra, your husband dies.” 

Grey lifts her up to walk out of the building and its surrounded.  James is waiting, gun drawn, hoping all was ok when the bracelet stopped broadcasting.  He sees Alex walking with Grey. “Allie?” 

She looks at him.  “I’m sorry.” She looks down to see the red dot on his chest and James looks down as well, looking back up in horror. “You promised,” she tells Grey.  

“Nothing is going to happen, pet.  Let’s get to the car.”  He continues to walk as the tears don’t let up.  “Oh and Inspector,” he calls over to James.  “You might want to check the home front.” He slams the car door after Alex climbs in.  James pulls his phone out and calls Nat.  No answer.  

“Fuck! Stark! Do you have eyes on the safe house?” 

“Tact team delta, response,” Tony says into the radio.  Silence. “Shit.  Bravo team, try and follow Grey. Gamma team with me and Barnes to the safe house.”  

James is at the safe house in three minutes. The team is there on alert.  “Why the fuck weren’t you guys answering?!” Tony yells 

“Boss, there was no call.” The team leader hands over his comms as James races up to the safe house.  “Nat! Wanda!” 

“Bucky? What’s wrong?” 

“You guys didn’t answer and…” 

“Daddy!” Drew launches himself into his father’s arms. 

“Oh thank God.  Chief, are you ok?” 

“Yeah, Auntie Wanda and Auntie Nat have been practicing my writing with me.  Wanna see?” 

“In a minute Chief, ok?  I need to talk to your aunts and uncles.” He kisses his son on the head.  

He heads out to see Steve, Tony, Nat and Wanda waiting for him.  “I thought Grey had taken him.  Alex, she looked so scared, and I know she wouldn’t have left if she didn’t think me and Drew were in trouble.”  

“We found a blocker on the mail box.” Tony hands him a device.  “It threw a net wide enough to cover the house and the team.  We need to be careful.”  

“Why?” 

“Because only someone in SFPD would have known where your kid was.  We have a mole.”  

Steve and James look at each other.  Steve nods as James pulls out his phone.  “Good thing we didn’t tell everyone about the secondary tracker.”  He goes into the app and activates the tracking device.  “When do we start interrogating people?”  

“As soon as we get back, but I have a hunch on who it is.  Let’s get moving.” They race back to the station where communications are up with the Bravo team.  Tony instructed the delta team to stay put but added electronic sweeps.  “What is the update?” He ordered.  

“Bravo team is still in pursuit of the suspects.  You were right sir; the bracelet was compromised, and the feed cut about 10 minutes in.”  

“Goddammitt,” James swore.  “Where is Zemo?” 

“He’s not with you?” The dispatcher looked at him.  “Inspector Zemo radioed that he was following you to the safe house.”  

“Fuck!” Tony walked out to go back to his office.  James and Steve followed.  “I knew that motherfucker would rat. Can you track her Barnes?” 

“I got her.  They are still moving, east towards Tahoe.”  

“Bravo team, where are you headed?” 

“South sir, towards Los Angeles.”  

Steve growled.  “Zemo set the cars.  That bastard is on Grey’s payroll.”  

“Once they stop, we can plan our attack.  Barnes, we will get Alex back, I promise.  Go home.  Be with your son.” Tony looked at him. “He needs you.”  

“Thank you, sir.  Steve?” 

“I’m gonna track her. I just want to make sure that she’s ok.”  

“Thank you, punk.”  

“End of the line jerk.”  

NEXT

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What is a Cythia?  

Trigger Warning: Mentions of blood, needles, abuse, weapons etc. 

You’re best friends with Roy Harper. One night he asks for your help when Batman goes crazy and beats the hell out of Jason. (If you’ve seen the Legion of Superheroes show then you might get a lot of references here. I got really carried away. Sorry ;) )

Y/N POV 

I had settled down in my bed, determined to get 8 hours of sleep tonight. The sound of the rain tapping at my window started to lulu me to sleep.  I was happy with my success until I heard my phone ring. I rolled over to see who was calling. Roy? Confusion washed over me as I answered.  

“Cy! Thank God. I need your help.” Roy shouted. He sounded panicked...like more than usual. I quickly ran to my closet and suited up. I slipped on my bullet proof arm, chest and leg black matte armor and pulled my mask up over my nose and mouth. I then grabbed my weapons, two swords and tools. “A friend of mine is in trouble. I don’t think I'll make it in time to help him.” 

“Where are you?” I asked, getting ready to leave.  

“No, no please get to him first, he’s in trouble, south tower, over crime alley. Please hurry.” Roy said between breathes.   

“I’m on it.” I said climbing out my window immediately feeling the pouring rain start to drench me. “Who am I up against?” I asked as I made my way from roof top to roof top, grappling and leaping. 

“Batman.” Roy said, almost hesitantly.  

“Got it!” I said, knowing I’d have to burn down my safe-house once I get this over with. Good-bye Gotham after tonight..at least for a while.   “Thanks, I know Batman-” Roy started.  

“I said got it Roy. No need to explain more just focus on getting there.” I interrupted.  

“Yeah, yeah thanks Cy. I owe you.” He said hanging up. I didn’t need to know what was going on, all I needed to know was whose ass I was kicking. Finally, I approached the south tower, a flash of lightning reveled the figure of Batman himself. He was dragging someone by the helmet behind him. Fucking hero my ass. I jumped onto the rooftop and slammed my knee into Batman’s face. The caped crusader stumbled backwards, then turned to me. I landed crouching in front of whomever he had been beating on.  

“Who the hell-” I didn’t give him a chance to finish as I charged him again. This time he blocked my punches and kicks I threw at him. Clearly, he was already in a pissy mood because he had no problem throwing hard punches to my face. Some of the hits, I know by the taste of blood in my mouth. I spit the blood in his face and ducked as he swung back.  I then took out his knees and struck him with a high voltage taser. Finally knocking him out. Quickly I made my way over to the person, who I assumed is Roy’s friend as he was the only one getting his shit kicked in. I knelt next to the man, seeing his helmet was shattered all around his face. Red Hood? Batman beat the shit out of the Red Hood?  Geez and they call me brutal. Bruises and cuts were littered throughout his body. The rain was washing the blood off at least. I checked for a pulse only to get my hand grabbed. The jumped slightly as my eyes met the man’s lying on his back.  

“I’m a friend of Roy’s.” I yelled over the rain. “I’m here to help.” I said, grabbing his arm and pulling it around my shoulder. My other arm helped Hood in an upright position, his eyes dull, he looked completely out of it. I don’t blame him.  

“Shit!” A deep voice screamed. I soon heard footsteps running towards me and Red Hood. I knew by footsteps it was Roy. He was right, he would have been too late. Roy got on the other side of Hood and helped me get him to his feet.  

“Easy does it. We gotcha now bud.” Roy said. “We gotta get him out of Gotham. Do you still have a safe-house in uh...” I nodded knowing he didn’t want to say where we were going just in case we were being listened to.  But I knew where he meant. “Ok, I’ve got a car for us ready. We gotta patch him up a little bit first.”  

“Let’s get back to my place. We can clean up there.”  

Roy and I helped Hood through the window of my safe-house.  

“Let’s get him to the couch.” I suggested. Once settled, Roy and I got to work. “You still remember how to do this?” I asked. Roy nodded as he started to take the remains of hood’s helmet off as well as his armor. I started to clean all the cuts while Roy covered them in ointment and bandages.  

“Fuck Jaybird...what happened?” Roy whispered as he took the armor off. Jaybird? Oh. I knew who this was. 

“This is Jason Todd, right? You forgot to mention he’s the Red Hood.” I muttered as I started to patch Jason up. Roy shook his head.  

“Never came up in conversation, I guess.”  

“And it’s none of your business.” A rough voice rumbled. Jason was awake.  

“Oh good, his charm is still in tacked.” I expressed, slightly annoyed.  

“Hey, how ya feelin?” Roy asked, helping Jason sit up.   “Spectacular.” Jason quipped back, grunting.  

“We gotta go. Do you have shit at the safe house for us?” I nodded as I started to pack some other supplies for the journey. Roy then helped Jason into a black t-shirt and sweatpants.  

“Take him, get in the car, I'll catch up with you on my bike. I need to burn this place down.” I said tossing the bags to Roy. Roy caught the bag nodding, then hoisted Jason up and made his way out. I started to cover the safe house in gasoline. Then disabled the fire alarm as well as the sprinklers. My phone screen lights up with Roy’s caller ID on it. Now what? 

“Yeah?”  

“You gotta come with us. I’m afraid to leave Jason in the back of the car alone.” Roy whispered.   “I told you I’m fine Roy!” I heard Jason croak. I sighed.   “Ok, I’m gonna light this up then I’ll meet you three blocks down.” Then the line went dead. I grabbed a box of matches hidden in the bookcase and swiped the match. I climbed back out the window Roy and I had just pulled Jason through not too long ago and dropped the match. Immediately, the house went up in flames, taking everything with it. I then met Roy four blocks away (he went an extra block just to be safe) and hopped into the back seat with Jason. He looked horrible. His face was paling, and a black eye was forming. Jason pushed himself up with his good arm, though it was still shaking, and made the effort to get up.  

“Hold on.” I said as I scooted in and patted my lap. “Here.” Jason hesitated. “It’s going to be a long ride. You’ll be more comfortable.”  Jason clearly didn’t have the strength to argue and laid his head down on my lap. Jason’s back lay on the other two seats, while his head rested on me, he sighed almost relieved. I shut the door to the car and looked at Roy in the mirror. He nodded and drove away, as we were leaving, we saw firetrucks zoom past us.  

“Wonder where they’re going.” Roy mumbled smiling slightly at me. I mirrored him and shook my head.  

“Eyes on the road Speedy.” 

About an hour later, I was dosing off when my phone rang. Annoyed, I looked at the screen. Brainiac 5. Why was he calling? 

“Hello?” I answered.  

“I got an alert that one of your safe houses burnt down. I assume you’re alright?”  

“Yeah Brani. I’m good. I gotta stay on the DL for a bit. Can you-”  

“Already cloaking your signal. I’ll make sure no one knows where you are. Are there other people with you?” I flickered my eyes to Roy who nodded.  

“Arsenal and Red Hood.” I spoke hesitantly. Silence followed on the other end. 

“Understood, I will be covering them as well.” From his tone, I could infer that Brani was a little uncomfortable at the mention of Roy’s and Jason’s. 

“Thanks. Use the old pager, ok? I’ll keep you updated.” 

“Affirmative. Over and out.” Then the line went dead. I inhaled deeply.  

“That was him. Right?” I could tell by Roy’s tone he was upset.  

“Roy don’t start. You’re not always around. He’s my emergency contact when you're not here. Brani was only making sure I was ok. He’ll be making sure no one knows where we are.” I explained. Roy opened his mouth to say more but decided against it. “It was three years ago Roy.” I whispered.  

“Doesn't matter. He crossed a line.” Roy said through closed teeth. Damn, he’s still very upset. 

“He hurt you, Cy.” Roy muttered. “He should be behind bars.” My eyes shifted from Roy to out the window, watching the trees run by. I looked back a Jason, he was still out but breathing normally now. “He heals faster than you and I.” Roy said breaking the silence. I hummed.  

“The pit, right?” Roy nodded.  

“Yeah. He’s been through hell, like you and me. I don’t know why Batman would...” Roy trailed off. I hummed, still looking at Jason. He started to twitch, as if something was hurting him. My brow furrowed. “Is he ok?” Roy asked panicked. I lifted my hand and started to brush Jason’s hair off his face. Out of instinct, I then ran my finger through it, combing it back. Jason seemed to nuzzle into my hand and stopped twitching.  

“Bad dream.” Roy sighed in relief.  

“You would know, huh?” A sad smile appeared on my face.  

“Yeah. I would.”  

I don’t know when I fell asleep, but it felt like hours later, we arrived at the second safe house in Ohio. It was one Roy and I stayed in for a bit when he first got out of rehab. Roy turned the car off and stepped out then opened the passenger side door where I was.  

“He’s still asleep?”  

“I’m awake.” Jason’s hoarse voice made Roy and I jump a bit.  

“Sorry Jaybird didn’t think you would wake up so quickly. Can you stand?” Roy chuckled.  

“I’d worry about her not being able to stand. I’ve been laying on her for hours.” Jason croaked.   

“I’m fine.” I spoke. “Let’s get you inside before Roy has a nervous breakdown.” Roy shot me a look. Roy and I helped Jason out of the car and into the safe house. It was bigger than most, two bedrooms, one bath and half bath as well as a small kitchen/living room area.  

“Nice place.” Jason says as we all walk in.  

“Thanks, which bedroom would you like?” I asked. Jason huffed out a small laugh.   “I’m that special?” Heat started to rise in my cheeks. Why am I flustered? “I’ll take the one closest to the bathroom.” I led Roy and Jason to the bedroom that was one door away from the bathroom. We placed Jason down on the bed sitting up, Roy went to get the medical shit while I assessed the damage some more. A black eye was already formed. His lip was split, cuts and bruises littered his entire body. I looked at his arm that he was unconsciously holding.  

“Your left arm is sprained, does your shoulder hurt?” Jason nodded.  

“ROY?” I yelled. “GET A SLING.” Roy appeared two minutes later with a sling and more bandages.  

“You yelled?” I rolled my eyes and got to work. I stitched Jason’s deeper cuts and wrapped them. Two very deep ones were around his torso. Once he was set, Roy and I left the room so he could rest. I washed my hands as did Roy, we both wanted to say something, but words weren’t a choice. I didn’t even know where to start. Jason’s condition was horrible, Batman really beat the hell outta him. But why? Why so brutally?  

“Thanks, by the way.” Roy said after a long time.  

“Course. Do you want something to eat?” I asked, walking towards the fridge. Stupid question. Roy always wanted something to eat. I started cooking a batch of pasta and meatballs that would last the week. Easy to heat up. I made Roy a huge bowl with three meatballs on top. He inhaled it almost at once. “Dude come up for air.” Roy squinted his eyes as his cheeks were full of pasta.   “on’t ell e wha o o” Roy said with a mouth full of pasta. I started to laugh.  

“I think you said, “Don’t tell me what to do”. Yes?” Roy nodded then started to chew and swallow.  

“Eat.” He said pointing to the pot of pasta. I hesitated. “Eat, please.” I licked my lips and got myself a bowl of pasta. “Protein. At least two meatballs.” I turned to Roy with my mouth open about to snark back but didn’t. Roy gets more protective when he’s stressed. I put my bowl down next to Roy.  

“He’s gonna be ok Roy.” I said wrapping my arms around Roy's shoulders, hugging him from behind.  

“Yeah.” That was all that came out. I knew Roy was trying to hold it together but I saw through it.  

“Got to bed. I’ll clean up here.” Roy shook his head.  

“Not gonna happen. You get the last bedroom. I’m taking the couch. I clean-up” I didn’t want to argue even though I wanted to. Roy sleeps better on my couch anyway. “I’m sure you’ll check on Jason at least once an hour. So, take the other bedroom. It’s right next to Jason’s.” I hesitated for a moment. “I know you.” I smiled at Roy then finished my dinner and headed off to bed.  

I was staring at the ceiling lost in thought before I looked at the clock. 1 am. I got up and opened the door to Jason's room. Jason was awake and he was surprise to see me as much as I was surprised to see him.  

“Hey.” He finally said.  

“Hi. I uh...I came to check on you.” Jason nodded.  

“Yeah, I know, Roy came in here about 20 minutes ago. He also said I should expect you every hour?” I closed my eyes in annoyance.  

“Of course, he did. I hate it when he’s right.” Jason chuckled.  

“That’s rare.” I bit the inside of my cheek to try not to laugh.  

“How are you feeling.” I asked. Jason’s eyes went down. Shit. 

“Physically I’m doing better than I was 7 hours ago.” Jason swallowed roughly.  

“Are you feeling ok to eat something or would water be a better option?” Jason seemed to be studying me.  

“Who are you?” That’s fair. I never gave him my name. 

“Y/N. Y/N L/N.” Jason’s eyes lit up slightly.  

“You’re the girl Roy crashed with. I thought you were fake.” I smiled.  

“No, I am very much real. Nice to meet you, Jason.” I said as Jason stuck out his good hand. I held it in mine and shook.  

“Why does Roy call you Cy?” I blinked and let go of his hand.  

“Uh..well it’s short for Cythia.” 

“What is a Cythia?" Jason asked quizzically. “Don't get me wrong it sounds bad ass but...”  

I chuckled.  

“Tell you what, if you drink a full glass of water; I’ll tell you during breakfast.” Jason paused for a moment. Then nodded.  

“Deal.”  

“Help her!” Roy stood in the doorway stunned for a moment. There was a knock on his door, and he thought Y/N had returned from her mission. She left three days ago when Brainiac 5 called her saying he needed her help with Luthor. Jason, who had been hiding out with her and Roy for about 2 months now insisted he was fine. Roy wasn’t too keen on letter Y/N go on a mission with Brainiac 5 but ultimately told her to go.  

“You friend needs you. I understand the panic.” He finally said. Y/N hugged Roy goodbye and waved to Jason. 

“I’ll be back in a week. You're sure you’ll be, ok?” She asked Jason, who smirked.  

“Yeah Doll, I’ll be ok. Roy's here.”  

“I’m aware, that’s why I asked.” Jason laughed as Roy reeled back like he was hurt. 

“Hey! I’m responsible!” Y/N chuckled then grabbed her duffle bag and walked out the door. Once she was gone, Jason spoke up.  

“Miss her already?” Roy shook his head.  

“I don’t trust Brainiac 5. I don’t understand why she keeps in contact with him. Why she helps him.” Jason had seen Roy angry before but damn. It still surprised him how the laid back Roy Harper could be so cold when he wants to.  

“Maybe that’s how she healed?” Jason suggested. Roy started to pace, something he did when he was pissed. About three years ago, Brainiac 5 unlocked the original Brainiac code knowing there was a big chance of corruption. But Brainiac 5 wanted to prove that he was better and brighter than the OG Brainiac. It corrupted Brainiac 5 and destroyed a lot in its wake. When the other legionaries stepped in to try and stop him, so many got hurt. Y/N was one of them. Roy remembered the call he got from Saturn Girl, telling him to get Y/N far away from Brainiac 5 as she could. Brainiac 5 had sliced her back opened almost killing Y/N. If his blade had been a centimeter longer then he would have severed her spine. He did leave a huge scar that ran right down the center of Y/N’s back. Once Y/N was better she didn’t go back to the Legion. 

 “I mean the guy almost killed her AND CAUSES HER CHRONIC PAIN AND...” Roy stopped realizing he was about to spill Y/N business to Jason. It wasn’t his story to tell.  

“Yeah. I know. I heard you guys when we were all in the car 2 months ago.” Jason confessed.  

“I thought you had passed out.” Jason shook his head.  

“Nope. Just too weak to open my eyes.” Roy clenched his jaw. “I still don’t know the whole story but...I’ve see the scar.” Jason muttered almost ashamed. Roy’s eyebrows scrunched together.  

“How?” Jason shifted on his feet.  

“I walked in on her changing about a month ago. She didn’t even notice me I don’t think but her back was towards me. I just had to do a search in a couple databases, and I got the full story.” Jason explained.  

“I just hope she’s ok...” Roy trailed off.  

Today, she hadn't checked in with him or Jason. That was unusual, she always paged Roy and Jason but today, she didn’t contact either one of them. It’s the whole reason he kept the pager on him while she was gone, that was the only way she’d communicate that, and Jason still used one for some reason.  Jason felt something was wrong but hoped he was just being paranoid and now he’s looking at Brainiac 5, the last person he thought he’d see, carrying an unconscious and bleeding Y/N. And on top of all that Roy was frozen with either anger, fear or both.  

“Help her, please!” Brainiac screamed. Jason pushed Roy aside, seeing Y/N in Brainiac 5’s arms.  

“Come on.” He said leading Brainiac 5 inside. Roy finally woke up and ran to get the emergency kit. It’s different than a first aid kit, as it has heavy duty shit. “What happened? Where is she hurt?” Jason asked as Brainiac 5 set Y/N down on the floor. Her face was pale, breathing shallow and her clothes were soaked with blood. He swallowed roughly, she looked dead. 

“She was only down for a second. I didn’t even...” Brainiac 5 trailed off. “Her shoulder and chest. That’s where she’s hit.” Roy pushed Brainiac 5 aside and started to get Y/N out of her clothes. He took off her jacket seeing only a tank top which was soaked in blood underneath.  

“Why isn’t she in her bullet proof suit?” Roy asked frantically, seeing one of the bullet holes was just above her heart.  

“I... told her she didn’t need it when she arrived, she wasn’t going in the line of fire unless necessary, but we were betrayed.” Brainiac 5 explained as he started to remove the bullets still lodged inside Y/N. Jason’s temper flared as did Roy’s but they controlled it for now. The important thing is to keep Y/N alive. After Brainiac 5 removed the bullets, Roy started to stitched his friend closed while Jason bandaged and wrapped the wounds.   “Shit, shit her heart beat is faltering.” Jason said, starting to push on her chest. Starting CPR. 

“She’s lost too much blood, she’s gonna need a transfusion-” Roy started. 

“You.” Brainiac 5 addressed Jason. “You have her blood type.” Jason felt a small wave of hope cover him. He could help her. 

“Then take it.” Roy’s head snapped to Jason who was starting to tie off his arm.   “Dude your still recovering.” Roy said, taking over pumping Y/N heart for her.  

“Roy, we don’t have time to argue, get the needles.” Roy snapped his saw shut and nodded. Brainiac 5 just stared over Y/N’s body, guilt was flooding his system. He should have planned better. Jason grabbed two needles and a tube in order to do the transfusion. Roy inserted one side into Y/N’s arm while Jason did the same to himself. Everyone was silent for a minute. 

“That’s good.” Brainiac finally said, trying to help. Roy nodded to Jason, who pulled the needle out of his arm as Roy mirrored the action for Y/N. “Vitals are returning to normal.” Jason saw her chest start to rise and fall steadily, though the breath was shallow. “She’s gonna be ok...but she needs to rest.” Roy nodded, preparing to pick up his friend until Jason stopped him.     “I got her, you're on clean up.” Jason didn’t hear any protest from Roy, not that he would have listened, and carefully picked up Y/N limp body and carried her into her room. It almost scared him seeing her like this. Cold, pale, almost lifeless.  

“So Roy thought you said Cythia and not Cynthia?” Jason laughed, trying not to choke on pancakes.  

“Shut up. I was really high.” Roy answered grumpily. Y/N shook her head.   “Yeah, you were, but it’s still funny that you still call me Cy.” Y/N said smiling, bumping Roy with her elbow. Jason smiled slightly at the memory. Y/N had kept her promise and told Jason how she and Roy met. It was during Y/N’s time in the Legion, and he was in Young Justice. Roy fell off the deep end once or twice. Y/N was the only one who stayed by his side; Jason was dead then and couldn’t be there for him. Y/N helped Roy get and stay sober, he spent most days on her couch working on riding his addiction. Y/N set him up with a therapist as well. She did so much for him during that time that he was more than happy to help her recover when she was injured.  

Jason lay Y/N down on her bed and covered her with a blanket, keeping her warm. She’ll need some antibiotics. Jason brushed her hair out of her face, just as she had done for him. He didn’t tell Roy, but he woke up to her comforting him, and for a second Jason felt warm. But he was also confused, she treated him so kindly and even jumped between himself and Batman, though she didn’t know his name. Yet, Roy spoke of her as one of the most stone cold fighters he’s ever known.  

“I’m tellin ya, Jaybird. She’s a badass. You’d really like her, she’s moody and sarcastic like you.” Jason sat down next to the sleeping Y/N and took her hand, it was cold, very cold. He bit his lip wondering what to do next, specifically what to do with Roy and Brainiac 5. Roy was going to try to kill him for sure once shock settled. Jason got up and made his way back to Roy.  

“I’m sorry. I am, no one is sorrier than I am. I messed up I got that but-” 

“You better pray she makes it out of this alive. Or I will activate you if it’s the last thing I do.” Jason heard Roy sneer. Roy was staring down the coluan. Roy was bigger and taller than Brainiac 5. Jason put his hand on Roy’s shoulder. “Get out. NOW!” Roy roared. Brainiac 5 clenched his fists.  

“I’m staying until she wakes up, then I’ll go. Ok?”  

“Fine.” Roy said through gritted teeth. With that Brainiac 5 went back thought the door.  

“I’ll be back with some more antibiotics.” Jason shut and locked the door to their safe house, he turned to Roy who was trying to scrub blood off the floor.  

“I want him gone Jaybird. Gone from this place, gone from her life. I want him gone.” Roy whispered. Jason crouched down to Roy’s level.  

“I know. He will be after he knows she’s ok.” Roy shook his head.   “He won’t leave her alone. He’ll try to make-up for his mistake. I want him gone.” Jason didn’t know what to say, he just continued to help Roy clean the safe house. About a half hour later, Brainiac 5 came back.  

“Here, lets hook this up to her.” Brainiac 5 said heading into Y/N’s room. Jason and Roy followed after him. When they turned the corner, Brainiac 5 was standing in front of the doorway.   “Hey move twerp!” Roy snarled pushed Brainiac 5 out of the way. Jason then heard Roy gasp and moved further in letting Jason make his way. Jason then caught the eyes of Y/N opened and alret. She was standing up, looking out the window of her bedroom. As if surveying the aera.  

“Y/N?” Brainiac 5 whispered. She didn’t take her eyes away from Jason. He held her gaze wondering what she was thinking. “Y/N? Are you ok?” Brainiac 5 said carefully making his way over to her. “You shouldn’t be standing.” Y/N huffed a laugh and smiled though no humor was behind it. Tearing her eyes away from Jason, Y/N’s eyes fell on Brainiac 5 

“Are you kidding?” Y/N’s voice was chilling. Roy took a step back and stayed beside Jason. “Am I ok?” Brainiac 5 continued to get closer.  

“You were shot, we were betrayed-” Brainiac 5 started.  

“We? WE? No, we were not betrayed. I was!” Y/N’s voice was rising with every word. “I heard you! You’re not as fucking smart as you think you are.” She said coming towards Brainiac 5. “You-AH!” Y/N screamed as she dropped to her knees holding her shoulder. Jason and Roy rushed to her side. Her eyes were squeezed shut.  

“Breathe through it, we’re right here.” Jason whispered. Y/N inhaled slowly and released it. She then looked up at Brainiac.  

“Get. Out.” She sneered. Roy and Jason helped her stand up. This was too familiar to Jason. Roy and Y/N had helped him like this 3 months ago. Brainiac blinked.  

“I can explain-” 

“I DON’T WANT YOUR EXPLANATION! GET OUT!” Y/N roared, lunging forward. Jason caught her as her knees buckled. Roy, however, grabbed Brainiac by the back of the neck and dragged him out of the room. Jason held Y/N a little longer. He didn’t know what she was thinking until he felt tears on his arms. Y/N wasn’t angry, she was heartbroken. 

“Roy was right.” Y/N whispered to Jason. “I shouldn’t have gone. All he did was fuck me over.” 

Jason pulled her back to her bed and sat her down. He then crouched down in front of her.  

“I didn’t know coluans had dicks.” Y/N choked out a laugh. “Sorry I’m terrible in serious situation.”   Jason whispered with a small smile. Y/N looked up and wiped her tears away. 

“Neither am I. I hate this.” Jason didn’t want to press further. “I assume Brani brought me back here.” Jason nodded. “What happened next? You and Roy patch me up?” Jason nodded again.  

“The green elf took the bullets out and he got you antibiotics too. Wouldn’t leave until he knew you were ok.” Y/N looked away from Jason. He didn’t mention how it was his blood that helped save her.  

“Well now he knows.” Y/N said coldly, she then looked at something behind Jason.  

“He’s gone Cy.” Roy said making his way towards the two, he then took a seat beside Y/N. “We got some pain meds for you...not that you’ll take them but the antibiotics you will be taking.” Y/N hummed.   “Got it.”  

“You should rest.”  

“Not tired.” Roy sighed.   “Just at least try, ok? We’re leaving in the morning.” Y/N cocked her head. “Brain-he is going to be kept far away from you as I can get him. I already called Kori, we are gonna use an old base in an island.” Y/N swallowed and inhaled.   “Ok.” She breathed out. “I’ll rest.” Roy carefully gave Y/N a small hug. Jason stood up and grabbed her hand. Smiling softly, he released it.  

“Night Doll.” With that both him and Roy left the room. Once they were in the kitchen again, Roy spoke up.  

“So, when were you going to tell me you like Y/N?” 

(Pt. 2?)

[drkcnry67]

This is Your Legacy

Title: This is our Legacy

Pairing: John x Reader

Kink: age difference

Tags: 16 year age difference, mentions of sexual endeavors after going to bring the head of the werewolf alpha back to your family, getting married by a nurse, making out in a shared hotel room, not all of this may be in the story but ya know how it goes

Rating: 18+

Summery nope

Created for @spnkinkevents

"On this day I get to go on my first solo hunt. I'm so scared, I want to do good to appease my family but they say I'm different that something is gonna happen to me on that hunt, that I shouldn't be going. Oh well what do they know. I'll show them what a total badass I am and they will see who the best hunter truly is... though my father is threatening to disown me if I don't complete the hunt so best to get started..."

That was your journal entry this morning. But I don't understand why they wont tell me what I'm hunting.

You were in college but your father pulled you out to go into the family business. But little did you know that this hunt would lead to the biggest change of your life.

So anyway, let's prepare for everything:

Clothing, shoes, food, bait, holy water, salt, silver, iron, pistol, silver stakes, wooden stakes, salt round, iron rounds, devils trap bullets, bow and arrows, chalk, lighters, shotgun, silver bullets, dead man's blood, etc....

Once you had everything sorted and organized you went down to be seen off by your family.

Mom: take care of your self and trust your gut I love you no matter what.

Brother #1: don't choke

Brother #2: don't die

Brother #3: give up now and save us all the trouble later

Brother #4: it's a piece of cake don't panic just do what you were taught and we will see you when you come back.

Father: don't bother coming back if you loose the target, fail and your no longer apart of this family. Your mother packed a few things in the car. Take it and go your instructions are in the car.

You hold your head up high and walk away not showing that he hurt your feelings. Getting into the car you wave goodbye to everyone.

Yn(to self): oh my God okay let's pull over up ahead and check out the information

You pull over up ahead in a random parking lot in front of a random abandoned building. It looked creepy as fuck seemed like the type of place that something supernatural might hangout in...

But opening the instruction package you sort it out, photos and information written out but you had no idea that this thing your father wanted you to bring back the head of was gonna be your greatest challenge.

Yn(to self): okay so if I head up the highway here make a left into town here and find a motel and then I can hangout till the moon starts to rise...

You have your plan and now you continue driving... you follow the GPS in your car and arrive in about 3 hours give or take.

You pull into the first motel you could find, you go to check in and find that there are no more rooms available. The last guy who took the last room now approaches you from the back...

John: sorry I took the last room.

Yn: its fine I guess I'll just sleep in my car

John: a pretty lady such as yourself ain't sleeping in the car. No way not in this lifetime.

You sigh and feel his hand engulf your own.

Yn: thank you but you really don't have to do this

John: oh I think I do... cause you and I are after the same thing hunter...

You stop in your dead tracks.

Yn: why did you

John: what you didn't think I'd recognize that anti possession tattoo on your arm.

Yn: I guess you expect me to trust you well sorry but if I don't do this on my own my family is basically disowning me... it's a tradition thing and I have 4 older brothers to live up to and my dad pulled me our of college for this legacy thing so it's kinda a big deal.

John's eyes widened with a variety of shock.

John: well if this hunt fails you can come on the road with me... what are the specifications for your father as proof

Yn: bring back its head or don't bother coming home

John: what if you get injured

Yn: I don't know but I'm gonna assume he'd call that a failure too

John scoffs and unlocks the room door and helps you bring your stuff into the room.

John: well lets unpack and prep... I guess we will see what happens.

You do just that you put your clothes in the dresser drawers, you set up the room with darkening blinds over the blinds already existing.

John: woah sweetheart you don't need to be so thorough

Yn: yes I do its how I was raised, my father always said that it's always better to put down too many protections than too little

john looks at you with wide eyes and an expression of what could only be described as concern mixed with some form of admiration.

you on the other hand were now cleaning and loading ammo into your guns. he watched you doing this and he found himself being more subtly attracted to you.

john: so your father pulled you out of school for this, was it against your will or

yn: your first guess is correct he was horrible about it he literally grabbed me out of my english lit class like a nieanderthal and disrupted every single person in there and knocked my english professor down the stairs in his efforts to drag me by my hair very unpleasantly and forcefully out of there to the car hog tie me and drive my ass back home where he then locked me in my room for 4 days before sending my mother in to explain everything to me why I was dragged out of school and basically having my life disrupted. Like I explained to my parents I want to be normal I want to live a normal life. I don't want to be in this life. But here I am and I am gonna need something to keep me busy if I get exiled from the family.

John now sitting across from you on one of the chairs with an ice cold beer in his hand now paying full attention to your story...

John: wow, your father sounds like a giant pain in the ass

Yn: believe me your not the first person to say that but I also feel like something is off about this entire thing.

John: here's a crazy thought I will go with you to deliver the head of this beast to your father saying you got injured and I was on the same hunt I helped you stay alive to behead it yourself then I gave you a ride home.

You smile lightly at his words now realizing your starting to develop feelings for this man.

Yn: by the way I am very curious to know how old you are my good sir

John had to think about it he knew this could go badly but he didn't care.

John: 40 but in my defense I have 2 sons who are my entire world

Yn: funny you don't look 40 but I can't help feel attracted to you for some reason

John locked eyes with you at that moment for he felt it as well.

John: how bout we prepare for this hunt and then we discuss this further later

Yn: or I could just act...

You get up and straddle John's lap meeting his lips with your own. To his surprise of course but he let go of his impulse at that moment.

You broke the kiss about 15 minutes later when his gun falls off the table.

Yn: I think we should prepare to leave.

John: nah its still a good number of hours before sundown and besides this werewolf is gonna be a piece of cake.

Yn: what if my dad banishes me anyway

John: why do you think he would

Yn: cause he is a egotistical dick and he perceives "getting help" as a failure to do the hunt correctly. He perceives "getting injured" as a invieniance and a failure. He thinks relationships interfere with your ability to focus on the task at hand.

You lean your forehead against John's as he breathes meshing his breathing with your own.

John: well if he doesn't like how this hunt turns out then he can suck it and we will load up your stuff and you can come live with me.

Yn: thank you baby I love you john

You say not even thinking about it. Then it hits you on what you just said a few moments later. You begin searching John's facials for any sign of negative response to your words.

John: I love you too YN! And I know that this won't make up for it but it will be most beneficial to everything going forward.

Yn: I know but I want to actually relax a bit before we head out on this hunt and now I know I don't have to do it alone. Cause I'm not alone I have you!

John: shall we lay down for a bit so we can rest up as its still a few hours to sundown.

Yn: I like that idea. The guns are loaded and cleaned anyway

John takes you up bridal style to the bed, he sets you down and takes off his shoes before crawling in beside you.

John: I know this seems a little quick but I promise you this will be our relationship this is our time and our lives. Damn anyone else who doesn't like this.

Yn: but What if...

John: if I fall in hunt, everything I own will now be your own.

You looked at him with admiration in your eyes.

Yn: but John we

John: I've never been more sure of anything in my life. And I'll be darned if I let anything or anyone tear us apart. Now rest my love I'll wake you up when it's time to head out.

You settle in against John's chest falling asleep as you are lulled by the sound of his heartbeat.

John(to self): oh my god, this girl is incredible but has had to deal with so much trauma for one so young. It's heartbreaking I swear on my life I'll do everything in my power to break her away from it...

You struggle internally as you are externally resting against your man's chest in a cozy little hotel room.

After about almost 2 hours of rest you wake startled from a horrific nightmare of substantial proportions.

John: woah sweetheart it's okay... you're safe nice deep breaths.

You just clutch John's chest in fear for what you saw made you scared beyond belief.

John: what's got you so scared

Yn: I have to tell you something, about a month before my dad burst into my school and pulled me out I saw it like I dreamt it before it happened.

John: you have visions?

Yn: yes and it's so annoying sometimes cause ever since the day before my 11th grade mid term exams I've had visions whenever something major is about to change my life.

John: and did you see this moment.

You nod and smile

Yn: about a week ago. So yes I was kinda expecting this but I didn't see dates or times or anything so I didn't know when this would occur

John: my my my you really are a smart lady!

Yn: and you are a very lucky man!

John: now will you tell me what got you spooked.

You breathed in deeply and felt your heart rate slow a bit...

Yn: I saw the outcome of the hunt. I apparently get injured to the point where I'm almost killed. John, i dont know if this is gonna go in our favor...

John: have faith baby and if you do get injured we will still killthe beast and bring the head home to your father then i will announce my intent to marry you properly... in a years time...

Yn: but you havent proposed

John: and i will or maybe we will just go to vegas on the way back after the hunt and get hitched there before we go back to your father tell him you got drunk after the hunt and i wanted to be a gentleman and not take you without marriage first

You place a kiss to his hand as you snugle in closer.

Yn: thank you baby

john: your welcome now lets get ready to go, its a bit of a drive before we get to where these wolves are

Yn: wolves I thought we only had to find the alpha?

John looks at you for a moment and tosses you an extra box of silver bullets.

John: there will be a pack with the alpha which is why I gave you an extra set of silver rounds

Yn: but What about my vision

John: I swear on my life we will get through this and stop down in Vegas and get married before we get back to your folks to drop off the head to your father

You look at him with tears of joy threatening to spill from your eyes.

Yn: well then I accept and for everything I am I won't let my family stop me from being happy.

John: besides its your life not theirs and your not a child anymore I see a beautiful smart confident woman one I get to spend the rest of my life with.

You put your handheld in your holster as you have now just strapped on your holster and straightened up your shirt and strapped on your ballistic vest

John: why a ballistic vest

Yn: cause I loose way to many shirts by not wearing one. It always depends on what I'm hunting.

John: I guess it also is easy to carry extra bullets too.

Yn: exactly. Now let's get ready

In moments you were loaded John had his bag of weapons and you both were loaded into John's car and on the highway in moments.

John: alright sweetheart you and I have a few things that we need to do number 1 we need to stick together and if we get seperated we stay in ear and eye shot

Yn: number 2 we knock these wolves off their asses and are in Vegas by tomorrow afternoon to be married

john: so you hve it all figured out do you?

yn: yep and we will live our lives for as long as they may last!

john: i say lets get there first and then kick their asses

john continues to drive and you realize that there is a huge chance that your father will disown you anyway and you dont care

john after about an hour of driving stops after he catches something out of the corner of his eye

yn: why are we stopping?

john: cause we are being followed!

yn: by what

john pulls out his handheld and checks the chamber, you also check your handheld and load a few more into the chamber

john: im pretty sure its the target and we are going to fool this thing into thinking its won, and when it gets close enough we will be able to hopefully kill it and be in vegas by tomorrow morning!

Yn: I love this idea and I love the man who came up with it now let's kill this thing so we can get married

John left the car running as you both slowly got out of the car, his eyes went wide at the sight of a large werewolf chowing down on a deer.

Yn: oh my god

John puts a hand on your arm which halts you as it turns to look at you...

John: no sudden movements maybe it won't attack us

Yn: John are you crazy, we are just making it easy for this thing to kill us

John: relax baby girl, it's gonna be just fine

You watch the werewolf now stand on its hind legs and begin to stalk towards you and John...

Yn: I yn take you John as my husband now and forever more as long as we both shall live everything I am/have is now yours

John now realizing what you have just said smiles as the wolf stalks now in striking distance of you and John making his final approach...

John: I John take you YN as my wife now and forever more as long as we both shall live everything I am/have is now yours

John now locks hands with you as he pulls you to stand behind him as he shoots the werewolf with 3 silver bullets one in his arm, one in his leg and one in his back...

John: lets take this one down for good

Yn: and then we go back to the hotel so I can clean out my car and we can make those vows legal

You were now holding your machete as John held your hand to slowly approach and be ready for anything...

John: careful it might still retaliate.

You were ready but first swing it shoved you back and you hit the ground landing on your arm.

You screamed in pain as it shot right up your arm and into your muscles...

John: that's my fiance you beast, now feel my wrath

That's when John shot the beast straight in-between it's eyes it howled as it fell backward dead

John was at your side in seconds

John: how bad does it hurt baby

Yn: my arm John I think it's broken...

John: well lets go clean out your car but first let's put your arm in a make shift sling so we can clean out your car and get to the hospital asap

John then removed his shirt, tore it into long strands

Yn: John you didn't have to use your shirt

John: it's all good baby girl you are way more important than my shirt let's get your arm slings then I will help steady you enough for you to chop off this beasts head

John helps you to stand up and helps you cut off the beasts head. of which John takes and throws it toward the car.

You feel John remove your ballistic vest and gently take your broken arm placing one piece of us torn shirt under neath it and tying it around your neck.

John: lets stand you up so I can tie this second strand around your slinged arm

John grabs your good hand and helps you to stand up, once your on your feet John ties the second piece of his torn shirt around your slinged arm securing it around your waist to ensure that your arm doesn't move

John: alright babe, let's get to the car...

John made sure to grab the equipment putting them in the car before making sure your in the car safe and sound before getting in himself.

John: how does it feel baby

Yn: ugh I can't believe I got hurt... my father is gonna consider this a failure doesn't matter what happens

John: so just cause you got hurt he will still consider this a failure even though you still bring back the head.

Yn: yes he will

John: no offense babe but your father sounds like a great big bag of dicks

You wince slightly as John turns the corner

John: sorry babe

Yn: its okay let's just go get packed up and check out so we can go to the hospital as soon as possible

You sat there and didn't even notice as John stopped at the motel and started unloading the room and your car of all the stuff and then he went to give the key back to the lady at the desk.

John came back a while later and handed you a flask which he opened and you chugged the entire thing.

John: better?

Yn: much now let's go to the hospital my arm hurts like a mother fucker

John laughed as he pulled out of the parking lot and away from the motel

Yn: you really tied down my arm, where...?

John: did I learn that, I was in the military years ago... I am just glad that my skills come in handy.

John smiled hanging his arm around your form as gentle as possible as he drove within reason to the hospital.

Once there he got out helping you slide out and walk up to the door and upon seeing the shape and state of you and John the nurses ushered you both into an examination area and began to treat the wounds...

Nurse: sir did you make this sling?

John: yes I did

Nurse: let me guess military?

John: good guess! It's broken I'm pretty sure anyway we were hiking and she slipped and fell I got hurt sliding down the hill to help her.

Nurse: well your efforts are indeed helpful cause if left out of a sling her arm could have been much worse now ill bring in the doctor and the x ray machine and we will have you both out of here in no time.

As the nurse left the exam room you felt John's hand engulf your own.

John: at least the hunt is done and we can take the head back to your father after the wedding tomorrow.

Yn: he's gonna probably grill the living hell out of you

John: and I'll dish back to him what he dishes to me, cause nothing is gonna stop me living the rest of my life with you

You smile leaning your head on John's hand as he brought it up to caress your cheek.

Yn: I love you too

That's ofcourse when the doctor and the nurse entered the room with a cart and a machine and such stuff.

Doc: my name is dr. Steven, I am going to be patching up yn and I understand you 2 are to be married congratulations! Now yn I know it's painful for you to do this but I need you to put your arm on the x ray bed for me so we can take a clear x ray of your broken arm.

With John's hand engulfing your good one, you loosened up a bit to allow the doc to take your arm and place it on the x ray bed.

Yn: damn it this hurts..

Dr: just a few more seconds yn your doing great

You squeezed John's hand with your good one and felt nothing but love from him.

Steven: alright x ray is all done while those results are coming in we will get you casted and slinged up

Yn: it hurts so much, John we are never going hiking again

John laughs and puts his arm round your waist

John: well not anytime soon anyway and certainly not on a steep hill.

Yn: can we just find someone closer than driving to Vegas to be wed

That's when the nurse spoke up and her words shocked you both

Nurse: well I can probably provide a solution to your not wanting to sit in a car for hours to vegas

Yn: what do you mean

Nurse: im a marriage commissioner means I can marry people, I always have a variety of wedding bands on my person just in case the occasion needs for it

You look at John who just smiles

John: that's very generous of you miss but why would

Nurse: cause I know young love when I see it besides I can't make my own life any better than by helping 2 people who walk into hospital to not have to drive over to Vegas. To introduce myself properly my name is Sheila

Yn: its a pleasure thank you so much

Sheila: no problem now dr Steven should take your fiance to do the paper work while I get you casted and slinged.

You lean into John's kiss to your forehead and watched as he and Dr Steven left the room

Sheila: okay let's get you into a fun cast

Yn: fun?

Sheila: okay so do you want rainbow, or some sort of color combo or you want to be surprised.

You look toward the door and smile

Yn: rainbow, I want rainbow it will make the best out of my sitchuation being to the fact that I probably won't be celebrating my wedding night properly till my arm is healed.

Sheila: just a few weeks but what will you and John

Yn: I'm sure we will come up with something.

*after the casting and slinging and paperwork, you and John stood up in the little hospital chapel in front of Sheila and prepared your vows to the respects along the lines of what you said on the road.*

Sheila: alright say what you both feel

You take John's hand with your good one and smile

Yn: John I always knew I was destined for something greater than just getting a bachelor's and whatever else but what I never expected is to find myself completely and totally in love with you. I can't see myself living any part of my life without you by my side so today I vow to love you with all i am, honor every single choice and decision you make even if it concerns me not, cherish every single precious day with you and to live every day one step at a time with you for us and all we do, always and forever

You fiddle with John's band while he wipes his eye a bit and clears his throat.

John: yn, I never ever thought I'd be at the alter again, not in a million years did I ever see this happening but here I am with the most wonderful amazing woman I've ever seen. You face adversity with a smile and that makes me happy so today I vow to love you with all I am, protect you with everything in my being, respect you and all your choices even if they do not concern me, cherish every single day with you and to live every day with you like it's our last for now always and forever.

Sheila: I now under the blessing of the church pronounce you both husband and wife. you may now kiss the bride

John takes you by the waist and kisses you ferociously

Sheila: alright so here's the paperwork and once you both sign it I will send this off to the state office and your marriage certificate will be sent to an address of your choosing.

John: I have the perfect place.

John writes down the address to send it too and signs his name right above yours.

John: well shall we go wife

Yn: we shall husband. We have a bit of a drive to see my folks

Sheila: didn't tell them did you?

You shake your head

Yn: no they kinda parted from me on a odd terms along with my parents we are also gonna see my 4 brothers.

Sheila: older or younger?

Yn: 3 older the 4th one is my twin

John looks at you and then you realize that you hadn't mentioned that

John: twin huh?

Yn: yes I'm sorry I didn't tell you

John: it's alright

Then he extends his hand to Sheila and Dr Steven both who accept it with smiles.

John: thank you both for everything

Sheila: no problem

Dr Steven: our pleasure and congratulations on the nuptuals. You both are lucky to have eachother.

Yn: thank you Dr Steven, Sheila, I wouldn't be on my way to healing fully if not for you guys.

With smiles and pleasantries exchanged you and John walked out of the hospital and to the car, John helped you get in before going round to get in himself.

John: come on snuggle up ill drive us to just outside your hometown and I'll wake you when we get there or if we have to stop ill wake you.

Yn: sounds good to me, john

John looks at you

Yn: I love you and I know whatever happens I'm in good hands.

John: just rest wife, we will need all our strength to face your family

John said calmly as his hand held your good one and you snuggled against his side and soon your soft snores filled the car, as John drove to just inside your home town.

John pulled over and placed a kiss to your forehead

John: hey babe we are in your town. Shall you tell me where we are going?

You pull up your phones GPS and set it as you straighten out and kinda adjust your hair.

John: just stop you look beautiful

Yn: thanks babe but my dad expects perfection

John: thats horrible. want me to straighten him up

yn: its fine babe, just follow the road and my gps will tell you when to turn.

john held your hand as he continued down the road and about 15 more minutes of driving later you saw the sign and the gate... you ushered for john to stop in front of the gate and you went to press the call button in your access tones.

about seconds later the gate opened. you watched as john drove inside. the party to greet you in the driveway was your brothers your mother and your father.

you watch as john gets out first and grabs the head in the box placing it on the ground in front of your family before coming to help you out of the car.

your twin brother comes up and immediately hugs you gently and warmly.

Greg: welcome home sister

yn: thanks bro, this man is my husband John, john this is my twin brother Greg!

they shake hands and then greg looks at the head in the box.

greg: congratulations sis you did good, in my eyes anyway!

thats when you hear the sound of your father clearing his throat, you back away from your twin and go stand directly against johns form his hand on your shoulder the wedding bands fully visible and shining in the sunlight.

father: what the fuck is this?

yn: the box has the head in it, i got injured and john who is also a hunter was nice enough to help. the car you guys sent me off in was destroyed, my arm is broken and yes father john and i got married. i forsaw this.

your father now with an angry epression on his features takes the final steps toward you, but when he saw you not moving he pulled his firearm.

yn: dad what are you doing

father: he isnt good enough for my little princess.

yn: dad i havent been your little princess since you gave me my first firearm. dont assume that im still that same little girl, cause im not and for the record i know what you did to Marleen.

he drops his gaze for a moment and then tranqs it back to you.

father: you know about her?

yn: mom showed me a photo of her holding me and greg as babies, how dare you kill my sister just cause she got married

your father was shocked when he realized that you now held your firearm toward him.

john: if i may sir, i asked your daughter, she said yes, it was during the time i was saving her, no one knows how long we have and it should count that i saved your daughters life.

your father takes one step toward john but is stopped by my mother getting in the way.

derek: get out of the way suzie

suzanna: no derek look at the chaos you always bring whenever our children return and we cant blame our daughter for trying to be happy. i gave you a chance years ago to turn your life around get help, seek anger managment and yet you continue to be a fucking dumbass.

derek: what did you say?

yn: its true you need to back the fuck off, john and i drove all through the night after being in the hospital for several hours, we need to rest. greg can you take the bags to the guest house and grab the padlock. i dont want to be disturbed with john as we stay there.

john: give me the gun yn

you hand John the gun as John now scoops you into his arms and then faces your father in a stare down

John: look sir I don't give a crap how you run things but you are through giving my wife orders. She took my last name, im her husband, end of story. And what's more I'll progress her training further than ever before anyone who wants to join us can but right now my wife and I need sleep.

Suzanna: welcome to family John, it's good to meet you Greg help your brother in law move him and your sister into the guest house and fortify it so your father can't enter.

Greg: gladly mom...

*after Greg helped you and John get settled he left you both alone. You sat in the chair and looked at the door ad if expecting someone to barge through it... but soon John had you eating a meal he made and he had you getting all cozy for a days rest and relaxation*

Laying in the bed was not comfortable so John unfolded the futon and made you smile.

Yn: what's the plan here babe

John: well I figure I can sleep sitting up enough that you can use me as a bed and the futon is the best place for that.

Yn: but what

John: your twin left a few body pillows and things of such nature to try and make things more comfortable for you while you recover, he will come by in the morning to see how we are doing.

You lean up to kiss John as he smiles through the kiss.

Yn: thanks babe, I can't wait till I'm healed so we can go on a proper honeymoon!

John: well it's our legacy now we can do whatever we want! And till your injured I'm at your service.

That began a very vigorous makeout session. Which led into sleeping comfortably and in complete bliss.

~to be continued~

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GUNS AND PASTRIES | PROLOUGE

San X Ftm!Reader (MAFIA AU)

Story summary: M/n just open a bakery in downtown Seoul not too long ago, it was his dream to start a bakery business. But what happens when he goes to take out the trash, he see's a man hiding near his trash bleeding out as another group of men ask his whereabouts. Does M/n rat him out or help him? (951 words | not proof read) !! TRIGGER WARNING (PROLOUGE) !! Gun fight, Blood (Yes, this will be a series. But most likely there will be slow updates depending on if I got motivation to write.)

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It was a quiet afternoon in the city of Seoul. People going about their evening as they head home from work to prepare dinner for their families or themselves. All seemed normal, and bland, especially within the business district. Your average business working trying to catch a taxi, getting caught at every red light, or walking ten blocks to get to the nearest parking lot where they've parked their car at.

But, things were about to get interesting…

A loud explosion was heard within a building, catching everyone off guard who was outside. People stood there wondering what the fuck just happen, some decided to be smart and took a run for it. But as the smoke cleared from the building, a bunch of people dressed in black that literally screamed emo, ran out of the building. A few were injured and they were first to come out as most of them had guns aimed at the building. Soon as they aimed their guns at the entrance, people fired back at the group.

"Shit- SCRAM!" One of them yelled, and the group split in different directions, the ones who were injured were accompanied by another member of their group as they booked it into ally ways. Then those who were in the building came out, they looked more older and crusty, but that's because they didn't have anything to cover their faces with. The taller one in the front was extremely pissed off.

"AFTER THEM!" He yells out. Then more people came out from the building, giving chase in two directions, only because they didn't see the ones who already booked it.

Two of the people who already fled were already being chased. "Shit- they're on our tail!" The more slender one exclaimed to the other as they were booking it. "We need to split up, you need to head the other way!" The more larger male said to the other. The more smaller one hesitated for a second, before agreeing with him. They come to a crossroad, the smaller male sprinted ahead and took the right. The more larger one was gonna use himself as a distraction. He slowed down a bit so that the enemy can catch up with them. As soon as he sees them,

"HEY!" He yells at them to get their attention, then booking it to the left. The enemy started to fire bullets at him, but ended up missing him. They gave chase to the man, not realizing that there were two, they didn't bother going right.

He didn't know how long he was running for, it was already dark, but as he was running he can hear gunfire going off behind him. They were trying to gun him down. This is pretty bad. He would do his best to make the enemy slow down by tossing large scraps and bins behind him to block off the pathway. But the moment he tried to throw a large wooden beam down to block the path. He feels a sharp pain in his right shoulder.

They shot him. Shit.

He still throws the beam down to block the path, then booking it. The enemy still shot back at him, but missed and hit the wooden beam and surrounding things. His adrenaline was way to high to stop and take cover, but he needed to keep going. He did his best to hold the wound and stop the bleeding so that he wouldn't leave a trail behind, it worked but there still was droplets of blood leaking and hitting the ground.

He wasn't sure where he was at this point, he just needed to run. He then comes out of the alley and onto a sidewalk filled with people. Some stopped in their place as he came out of the alley, shocked as they see a literal giant in front of him sweating and bleeding. He then looked left and right, then deciding to continue left.

He continued to run but sadly he couldn't pull anything down to block behind him, but he can use the people around him as a way to slow down his enemies. It was working though, and he knows that he won't get shot because there were innocent people around him. He then notices a large group of people waiting on the sidewalk at a intersection, waiting to cross. He then uses this as an advantage and ducks down into the crowd to match the height of the majority of the people around him.

He then makes a left down the side walk, knowing he doesn't have a lot of time, he makes another left into a small alley way. He then takes a look around his surrounding within the alley, there was a large trash bin that sat there against the wall to his left. He then immediately hid on the other side of it out of view of the sidewalk. He then slumps down against the brick wall.

He sat there out of breath but he need to hold it in to hide his location. He sat there for a moment, realizing this might be it. He never got a chance to say goodbyes to his group. If they follow his blood trail its over, they'll shoot him right then and there, or he dies from his blood loss.

His vision was getting all blurry as he held onto his right shoulder. But then right before he was going to slip, the door in front of him opens as he can see a man walking out holding trash. He notices him slumped up against the wall, but then the man standing at the door then looks to the opening.

"Hey kid!"

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