#I took a nap after work and my brain chose violence

[jungkookienoona]

Total Eclipse Pt 3

Recommended Song: Never Go Back by Evanescence (This song is basically Jungkook's POV for this fic)

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Summary:

After a fateful day in an Egyptian tomb, things have never been the same for Jungkook, or you, after a certain vengeful god decided to make him its fist.

Genre: Angst, Actiony, Romance, F2L UWU

Pairing: Moon Knight!Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, Violence, Blood, Near Death of Major Characters, Death of Minor Characters. Future Smut. Body Horror.

Word Count: 1477

Note: Jungkook will not be having DID in this fic. Khonshu has had many avatars over the millenia and I'm pretty sure Marc is the only one that has DID. Although there will be some slight overlap between Marc and Jungkook such as mercenary work.

I apologise for my shitty photoshop, my partner who does freelance design tried to help. Needless to say photoshoping is hard. In fact other than Jungkook, my partner did this whole little banner.

The sun was on the edge of setting as you and Jungkook left the restaurant he had chosen. A Korean place. He said he chose it because he missed his dad’s cooking.

"I can't believe you took us to see Sonic 2," you giggled.

After breakfast you and Jungkook had napped together on the sofa bed. You had been facing away from each other but awoke with your head on his chest, his hand cradling you there.

His explanation was a slurred, "You were tossing and turning so much. Woke me up a few times. This was the easiest way to get you to stop."

You weren't sure if it was a post nap flush or a blush but either way, red dusted his cheeks and ears. Cute. After that Jungkook looked up cinema times and refused to tell you what film he was booking for. 

Really, you should have known by his mischievous giggling.

"Hey, I'll have you know it was a genuinely enjoyable experience and I looked up a lot of spoiler free reviews first. And you can’t deny you enjoyed it, you were laughing the loudest," he defended.

"How many could you have looked up between the nap and actually booking the tickets?"

He mumbled something you didn't quite catch.

"Sorry, what was that? I don't have super hearing."

Jungkook cleared his throat, "I said: I've been looking at reviews all week."

Wait. Did he plan all this? Had it all hinged on you having the day off? You think you felt a part of your brain fry trying to process this information.

"Oh. You must have really wanted to see it then."

He nodded, "Yeah. I thought it'd be nice to spend some relaxed time with you. Forget about… everything for a few hours. Pretend things are normal."

He gestured to the alleyway you normally cut through and you stepped into it only to freeze. Shit. That looked like a gang.

A man with a walking stick came forward, "Y/N! And that gentleman to your side must be Jungkook. Or Moon Knight as Khonshu likes to call his avatars. I must say, you weren't easy to find."

Jungkook breath out a "Fuck."

Your sentiment exactly because this wasn't a gang. These people knew you. They knew Jungkook, who he was. Which meant they were more dangerous than any London street gang. Jungkook gently pushed you behind him as he stepped in front.

"Who are you?" Jungkook practically growled.

"Now now, you should respect your elders. I'm Harrow. Khonshu's former avatar." He pointed at Jungkook with his stick.

"So that makes you…? What, my mentor?"

Harrow chuckled, "Oh no, my dear boy, I am glad to be relieved of Khonshu's abuse. No, I'm here to… free you from him. And dear Y/N there, of course."

"I feel I won't like where this is going."

"I'm afraid you're right there. You weren't meant to survive Khonshu's temple. I had hired Isaac to do you a service. Make sure no one would ever know his torment again. Clearly, that didn't happen."

You heaved at the mere mention of that name. This man was the reason why your friends and colleagues were dead. Why you and Jungkook were at death's door.

"Yeah, would have thought you knew you had hired someone that likes to draw things out. But you’re wrong about one thing, I didn’t survive that day. I did die and you served me up to Khonshu on a silver platter with the perfect motivation to accept his deal because of that."

You watched in stunned silence as darkness took the sky, bandages slowly slivered around Jungkook, his eyes turning an illuminated white, as if the moon itself shone from within them, until his suit - armour- was formed. 

Harrow’s brows furrowed, “Sadly you leave me no choice now, my boy.”

Harrow raised his cane up then slammed it into the ground. Cracks spider-webbed from the impact, flooded with purple light. Jungkook took a step back as if shocked. Whatever it was he was seeing, you clearly couldn’t. 

“Well… I’ve never seen that before. Neat trick you have there. Y/N, I need you to run out of this alley, back the way we came okay? Leave this to me.”

Jungkook was still inching back, an arm extended behind him as if shepherding you out. You looked between him and the very clear footprints indenting into the cobblestones. Yeah, whatever this was, you were definitely not equipped to handle it. As if hearing your thoughts, Jungkook pulled a crescent blade from his chest plate and handed it to you.

“Just in case.”

Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, you nodded before turning and running. You didn’t see whatever impact occurred while adrenaline carried you away, but you sure heard it and the howl that followed it. You clutched the blade tightly to your chest, your hand stinging, red already following the curve.  God, what do you do? What can you do? Do you run home? Or do they have someone waiting there already? Go to a police station? The fuck do you do?

Suddenly something grabbed you by the hair and threw you backwards. You landed so hard you were winded but momentum had you rolling until you collided with a lamp post. 

“Gah!”

Your assailant, unseeable, rolled you onto your back. The next moments were confusing to say the least. Because Jungkook’s arm was thrusted in front of your face and you watched as holes pierced it, making him grunt, but you could see what appeared to be claws drenched in his blood which trickled down to their tips and dripped onto your cheek. 

“Bad… Dog…” Jungkook gritted out as pulled yet another blade free and slashed at whatever it was.

An inhuman screech pierced your ears as you witnessed Jungkook stand and pull what must have been that thing’s arm out of his own. You could see his flesh and bone knitting back together, then the suit repairing itself. He shook it and flexed his fingers like he was checking them before delivering an uppercut. Again you could hear the impact but not see it. 

"I can let you see them if you wish, traveller of the night?" Came a deep ethereal voice.

What in the world? You looked around but only saw Jungkook.

"I can give you the gift of sight for your safety since my priest is occupied."

Khonshu? The Khonshu? He was talking to you?

Hesitantly you nodded. Your vision turned white for a second but when it cleared you could see. A jackal. A giant, furless, bipedal jackal that was missing an arm from the elbow down and bleeding black. You could see how it stumbled as Jungkook sliced across its chest. How it lurched forward to return the blow, only for Jungkook to expertly duck and weave, finishing with a stab at the beast’s side.

It also meant you could see a second one that was rounding the corner with its own scrapes on display. And because you could see it, that meant you could fight it. Be of some help instead of helpless. 

Hissing as you pushed yourself up, you were pretty sure your ribs were at the very least bruised. The second jackal was focused on Jungkook, the obvious threat, as he was still dealing with the one that assaulted you just moments ago. And as it creeped to him, you limped behind it, your own blade raised up, closing the space behind it. And when it stopped, ready to pounce, you struck. You brought the blade down and lodged it in the back of the creature’s neck. It fell with a sickening thud.

Both Jungkook and the remaining jackal turned to you. Jungkook’s illuminated eyes grew comically large but there was a blur and suddenly you were back on the ground, you head meeting it with a crack. Your vision clouded for seconds that felt like an eternity then flooded black.

You were almost choking on the warm wetness that drenched you. Wiping your face, things became clear. The last jackal was over you, slumped forward, going through and coming out its chest  was Jungkook’s hand, clutching its heart. Jungkook was panting, heaving, seething. You could see it as his mask drew back. His brows drawn, teeth barred as he pulled his arm free and pushed the corpse off you.

You had never been afraid of Jungkook before, but in those moments he looked murderous. Until he looked at you, his features melting into utter concern. 

“It’s okay. It’s okay, Y/N, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” He muttered, pulling you up into his chest. You could feel warmth spread through you, healing you, just like in Egypt. It was only then your body allowed you to cry.

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Note: Pt 4 will most likely be the smutty part ;)

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[the-silentium]

Quits

Masterlist

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader

Words: 2200 words

Warnings: TUA season 1 and 2 spoilers, violence, blood, swearing.

Requested by: Anon!

Hi!! Can i get a five x reader where the reader gets shot or stabbed or something but doesnt tell anyone and ends up passing out? Thanks!!

A/N: I’m back at my requests! Thank you Anon for this sweet lil’ idea and I hope it lives up to your expectations as it does with mine  ❤ Requests are still open!

You remember a time when you took pride in your capacity to make the right choice at the right time. When school asked you what you wanted to do in life, you chose the right one from the start unlike the majority of your friends who had to change classes multiple times and were now a happy veterinarian. When life put on your path the incarnation of your perfect partner, you decided to take it slow to see where it went. Fortunately for you, you quickly saw through his facade and kicked him out before he could create more permanent damage to your heart. 

Your life was full of important decisions that were though at the time. Sometimes you had to take some days to think about it when other times it took you hours. They were all risky shots that could end up badly for you in the end so you liked to take your time to think about it. 

This is why when Five Hargreeves, your childhood closest friend, knocked at your door one day and asked for your help to stop the fast-arriving apocalypse, you didn't think twice and immediately accepted. How could you make the bad choice by helping him save the world? If he failed you would die, he would die, everyone would die and this is obviously the bad end of the story, right?

Well, as of right now, you were starting to doubt it. After failing to stop 2019's apocalypse and after Five had time-traveled every living Hargreeves plus yourself in the 1960s, you found yourself in two precarious situations: one, you were back in your 13-year-old self and two, you were not fighting two crazy hard-ass Commissioners, but three crazy hard-ass IKEA mafioso! 

It was a miracle that you survived the raid on the Hargreeves Mansion unscathed. You had thanked your luck for allowing you to live another day, although you regret ever doing so. Clearly, you had jinxed yourself, for surviving the Swedes ambush at the Mexican consulate wasn't as painless as the raid. 

A very well-sharpened knife had managed to pierce your skin, getting in your abdomen all the way to the hilt before you managed to kick the white-haired man down a nice flight of stairs. Your medical instinct pushed you to hastily insert some absorbent tissue into your wound to control the bleed and allow you to check it later. 

Sadly, one thing led to another and you were now sitting with all six Hargreeves who were currently trying to formulate a plan of some sort while Diego was focussed on his JFK conspiracy and you were literally bleeding out. 

The once pristine washcloth you had stolen in the kitchen was completely soaked, staining your blue shirt with dark red spots. Speaking of spots, hundreds of tiny black ones were now dancing in your line of sight like dark fireflies. 

"Has anyone here done anything to screw up the timeline?" 

You lifted your hand hoping to get the attention of the others, obviously working when Luther asked what you'd done. 

"Anything yet, but would it screw the timeline if I died here?" 

You saw Five frowns in confusion, his mouth opening on a question before yelling your name when you couldn't hold yourself up anymore and fell to the ground. Strong arms lifted you from the floor and you landed on a comfy cloud. You smiled in contentment, it has been a while since you had a proper night of sleep. This cloud will be perfect for a nap. 

Tiny slaps on your left cheek forced your eyes to open and meet a concerned blue gaze. 

"So pretty." You mumbled, still focussing on the blue eyes frantically scanning your face. 

Oh did I mentioned earlier that you had a crush on Five? Because you do and it is not small if after 15 years your heart still accelerates when you merely meet his gaze. 

"Don't sleep okay? Keep your eyes open!" You laughed at his command, it is the same thing you told him the day he lost consciousness at Leonard's cabin. You had a snarky remark at the tip of your tongue but it died on your lips when darkness forced its way upon you. 

………………………

Even before your mind was operational enough to create thoughts, your brain was already running full speed and relentlessly reminded you that your abdomen was on fire. The pain was a great ally into your mission to wake up and open your eyes. Maybe you would be able to ask for some painkillers. 

The harsh neon light shining over your head made you tear up the second your eyes opened to assess your environment. You tried again, slower this time, and found yourself confused by your surroundings. 

Many times in your childhood you had passed time in this room, planning pranks, doing homework, reading, or just hanging out. Nothing had changed excepted the walls that were now covered in equations and names. 

Groggily, you attempted to seat up, your abdominal muscles screamed in agony at your movements forcing you to stay on your back. The groan that erupted from your throat alarmed a passer-by who raced to the door, opening it so fast that it collided with the wall. 

"She's awake!" Klaus shouted in the corridor when he saw your wide-open eyes. He only had time to put a foot into the bedroom that a blue light appeared out of nowhere announcing Five's arrival. Your heart was beating too quickly by the time Five had pushed Klaus out of his room and slammed the door shut behind him. 

“What were you thinking?!” Five's anger caused you to frown. What did you do? You searched your mind for an answer and quickly found one in the vivid memory of a knife diving into your flesh. 

You opened your mouth to talk your mind but nothing came out of the desert that was your throat. Noticing your problem, Five caught a water bottle from his nightstand, cautiously brought it to your lips, and let you drink small sips of the freshwater. Satisfied, you coughed once to prepare your throat. 

“Now you know how it felt so we are quits.” You answered, referring to the time in Leonard’s cabin where you felt like the world had stopped when Five lost consciousness. You took care of him as best as you could despite your field of expertise being animals you had a basic understanding of the human anatomy, so with your trembling hands covered in his blood while desperately trying to not notice how much there was, you worked as effectively as you could to keep the love of your life alive. 

"This is not a game! You could have died!" You would have believed his angry eyes if only his hands weren't shaking so much. You were friend with Five for long enough to know how to read his temper and now, he was scared. 

"But I didn't." You tried to calm him down with your calm voice. You remember jumping at his neck the second he woke up that time he passed out, why couldn't he do the same instead of yelling at you? 

You watched him open his mouth a couple of times before closing it, clearly thinking through what he was going to say. When he finally chose, his voice was barely audible. "Selfish." 

You blinked in confusion at his statement. "Me? Selfish?" With each word now, your voice was raising until you reached the point where you were yelling at the blue-eyed 30 years old man. "Everything I did was to save the damn world from the apocalypse and you call me selfish?! I took a fucking knife to the gut and dealt with it for the sake of the world and you call me self-" 

"I wasn't talking about you." Now this stopped you good. You frowned in confusion, not seeing where he was going. "I was talking about me." 

Your head tilted to the side, searching your brain as to why Five would call himself selfish. All he did was for his family, he never acted for himself, so why?

"I almost let everything down to make sure you made it back alive. I almost let the world end for you because I can't imagine living another 45 years where you're not there." His words were soft, a tone that you weren't aware was used exclusively around you. His gaze fled yours, switching between the scribbles on the walls and the foot of the bed. 

Color rushed to your face for his words definitely sounded like a confession to your ears. Your childhood self had waited for so long to hear something of the type, so long that you thought the friendzone was the ultimate area that you would be welcome in. You accepted that your feelings were strong enough to be pleased by his happiness even with someone else. 

A smile formed on your lips causing Five's heart to miss a beat in its rhythmic pumping. "I-"

"Guys they are doing it!" Klaus' loud voice on the other side of the door cut you off. 

"Doing what?" Allison had joined her brother at the door, confused of his antics. 

"Admitting their undying love for each other!" At this point Five had opened the door swiftly, his murderous gaze fell on his siblings, daring them to say something more. It was at this moment that Klaus realized how scary his brother was in reality, he wasn't the little Number Five anymore, but a grown-up man who could easily murder him in a thousand ways possible. 

"Oh heck no!" The words fell off your mouth against your will, the embarrassing situation making you nervous so your brain tried to defuse the situation by stating the opposite of what Klaus wanted. From your point of view, you totally missed the way Five's eyes lost their deadly rage, instead showing his pain at your words. He was quick to hide his feelings once more, but his siblings had enough time to acknowledge his true emotion. 

Slapping Klaus behind the head, Allison got a hold of his shirt and pulled him away to let the two of you clear this out. Everyone knew you two were pinning each other when you were younger. Even when fighting the two apocalypses! It was clear as day for the rest of the family, however, it wasn't the case for the both of you. 

The door slammed back in place once more making you jump and hiss in pain when your abdominal muscles contracted. In your field of vision, you noted that Five had tensed before closing his hands in tight fists and made his way to his desk, the only place in the room you couldn't see because of your incapacity to turn around. 

You knew what you said must have hurt him, it clearly seemed like you had rejected him. Stupid defense method. 

"Five?" No answer was given, his heavy breathing being the only sound resonating in the room. "I didn't mean that." A scoff fell off his lips. 

"You think I'll believe that?" The venom in his voice told you just how much you had hurt him, squeezing your heart in shame. 

"When you disappeared 15 years ago I developed a system to protect myself from new heartbreaks. It hurt way less to force myself to believe that my feelings for you were nonexistent than acknowledge them and continue living without you, Five." Water appeared in your eyes, pooled down your cheeks, and soaked your new shirt. "I was so used to deny my feelings that-" Your voice broke when a sob forced its way out of you. 

Hands found your cheeks, drying the wet trails before pulling you into a firm chest. You managed to slip your hands around his waist and cried for as long as needed. The exhaustion of the last endless days caught up to you along with the fact that the subject of your love was very well alive and here to stay, fueling the flow of tears falling down your eyes. 

"I really didn't mean it." You managed to croak out between sobs. 

One of Five's hand went to your hair, stroking your head tenderly. "I know." Your grip onto his shirt tightened when a kiss landed on the top of your head. 

Slowly, he pulled away to lay you back down onto his bed and snuggled to your side when your anxious eyes found his. One of his arms went under your head while the other took care to not accidentally touch the general area surrounding your wound when snaking around your waist to keep you as close to him as possible. 

His body heat was very much welcome, you snuggled your way into the crook of his neck in search of comfort. 

"Rest. I'll be there when you wake up." He whispered into your hair when his button-down crumpled in your hands. 

You sighed, allowing yourself to relax in his embrace. "I love you Five." You had to get it out before you let yourself fall asleep for you were scared that later would be too late. 

"I love you too." Delicate patterns were traced by his skilled fingers onto the bare skin of your waist making you shiver. Your heartbeat accelerated at his chuckle before stabilizing when you fell into a peaceful slumber.

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[staytiny-angel]

War of Hearts

Chapter One

Rating: Mature

Main Pairing: Seth Rollins/Becky Lynch

Co-written with @riottbliss

Summary: Seth Rollins was once known as the Bad Boy Prince of MMA, now years after a career ending knee injury he's stepping into.the Octagon again not as a competitor but as his little sister's coach. Unfortunately for him the redhead across the cage from he and Paige is not only woman he'd just had a one night stand with but the younger sister and protege of the Finn Balor...the man that ended Seth's career.

Warnings: MMA style violence, Alcoholism, Implied Self-Harm (DM for details), Depression, Angst with a Happy Ending

Hunter Hearst Helmsley, or professionally known by Triple-H sighed with embarrassment, reading tweet after tweet from his youngest son Seth Rollins.

"What happened to him?" His best friend and practically brother Shawn Michaels asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Cody took him out of the press conference, Seth's hungover, blaming everyone but himself"

Shawn shook his head, "Kid is letting the hype go to his brain. He's all over TMZ, The Bad Boy Prince of MMA is what they call him"

"Seth is the best fighter in the world in his division. He's earned the cockiness but his lifestyle…." Hunter shook his head

Shawn made a disgusted sound. "Kid reminds me of me before I got my act together"

"Fatherhood is what made you get your act together. That won't work for Seth" Hunter clicked on a video of his drunken son yelling into a camera about Finn Balor that had gone viral last week.

"He talks so much shit about Balor being a low rent MacGregor, hell Seth acts more like Conor then Finn does."

Hunter sighed "He's turned this into a complete mess, I wouldn't be surprised if his team drops him."

"Hey, Dusty loved that kid, Dustin and Cody wouldn't release him until he stopped making them money"

Hunter nodded but looked nonetheless unthrilled.

"He keeps making excuses about everything. I'm this close to calling Steph"

Shawn nodded with agreement as the two entered Seth's penthouse, greeting a tired looking Cody Rhodes. "I can't do this anymore Hunter" he said in place of a normal greeting.

"You are not dropping him" Hunter said matter of factly.

"AEF is supposed to be for fighters that respect the sport, he fucks around and doesn't even show up to the gym" Cody said.

Hunter ignored him and went upstairs to where he could hear his youngest groaning in misery.

Hunter sighed as Seth looked up from the toilet he was practically hugging. "I'm twenty five, perfectly legal" he muttered, Hunter's gaze looking at the black and gold championship that laid discarded.

"While ago you would have treated that with respect" He said, Seth rolling his eyes. "Would you rather me puke on it? It's just a fucking belt' "

"Don't let anyone hear you say that" Hunter said lowly. "You're going to the weigh in today even if I have to drag you by your hair there myself"

"No the fuck I'm not, don't you see me dyin' here?" Seth whined "I'm going to fucking sleep"

"What the fuck happened to you?!" Hunter yells "Every since your Uncle Shane became your manager this is what you've turned into."

Seth looked unfazed. "Don't get angry because I'm better than you ever were" and shoved his father out of his way, flipping off Cody, and ignoring Shawn.

"What am I going to do with him?" Hunter sighed, exhausted.

"Knock his ass out?" Shawn suggested. "I'll take care of him" Cody rolled his eyes. "Britt and I will make sure he gets to the weigh in. I just need painkillers and food"

"I'm gonna go talk to Shane, I want to know what kind of garbage he's been filling my kid's head with" Hunter mutters

"I told you listening to Vince was a mistake." Shawn replies shaking his head "All of you let Vince snow you into thinking it was embarrassing that his mother managed him"

Hunter sighed. "I don't know what to do. I don't want to drag Steph back, Shane has a tight grip on him"

"Worry about that fuckface later" Shawn said. "Seth needs you, not him" Hunter nodded firmly, making his way downstairs to see Seth passed out on his couch, his dog Kevin and cat Daryl laying on him.

"This was our compromise" Cody explained. "I let him take a nap, he goes to the weigh in later"

"He isn't going to beat Balor in this condition. He doesn't spar anymore and his knee has been inflamed for weeks" Britt says quietly

"He shouldn't even be fighting. We told Shane but he says there's too much money at stake for Seth to pull out"

"Money money money"' Shawn mocked. "All he cares about is fucking printed paper"

Hunter ignored them and instead chose to brush back some of Seth's hair, his son unconsiously responding to it. "What did I do wrong raising him?" he asked. Hunter rolls his eyes at the look his older brother gave him "The truth" he says quietly

"No offense bro, but this family is a whole fucking lot to live up to and you weren't exactly shy about your expectations once Seth showed an aptitude for the sport. None of us were. I have to even ask myself, when was the last time any of us actually had a conversation with the kid that wasn't about fighting?"

"He's cracking underneath the pressure" Cody chimes in

"Yeah, he is and now Shane is filling his head with all these ideas about the image he should project" Shawn continues "Quiet guys who, play with their dogs and write poetry when their not in the Octagon don't sell tickets, but Bad Boys sure the fuck do."

*Later*

Seth scowled at his phone as Britt ushered him into the arena the weigh was taking place in. "I'm assuming you told the press he was gonna bail?" Cody growled at Shane who held his hands up. "They were gonna find out sooner or later" "Yeah yeah, no press is bad press" Seth said.

"Except the press says you're an asshole" Cody deadpanned. "Don't do anything stupid up there, or Mark is going to have a stroke" Seth didn't respond, instead heading up the stairs to the stage, where Balor had clearly made weight, despite being skinny. Seth took off his shirt per usual, standing on the scale.

"197 pounds" The announcer said, Seth smirking at Balor. The Irish man looked unfazed and rolled his eyes. Seth, in a act of annoyance, promptly flipped him off, hearing everyone in the crowd either laugh or groan

-Backstage -

"Gonna be fun beating your ass Balor, I promise not to hurt you too badly," Seth says cockily, slouching in a chair and putting his sunglasses back on.

"Oh, Rolly its almost time to give up your precious" Finn responds, "Clock is ticking boyo and your time is almost up"

"Mon roi, nous devons-oh shit" a pake woman walked up, speaking rapid French and stopping in her place when she saw Seth.

"Hey Seth" she said coldly.

"Vi" Seth responded, his attitude gone.

"He your king now?" "Surprised you even remember any French, from what I read, you've drank yourself through everything"

"It's what happens when you give your heart to someone and get it ripped in half, I wasn't enough for you, that's what you said right? I wasn't straight enough for you?! So you threw my ring in my face and left" Seth yelled "Cause Bisexual people, we're all cheaters didn't you know?"

At least according to Violet Gillath, wait I'm sorry Violet Balor now isn't it?."

"Stop it" Finn growled. "Before I knock your ass out now"

"Try it bitch" Seth snarled back.

Violet got between them and shoved Seth back. "Chaton, stop" she hissed.

Seth stumbled upon hearing his old nickname. "Why?" he choked out. "What did I do?"

Seth shook his head as if to shake his thoughts into place "Why Violet? Why did you leave me? You...you fucking broke me" he said in a small voice "I have the right to know why, just tell me. Why would you do that after everything. I was going to quit fighting for you because you didn't like seeing what it was turning me into. You get up on stage and you still sing my songs, but you said you hated me. I just wanna know."

Violet crossed her arms and closed her eyes. "I didn't want to be with you. You never signed anything so legally those songs are mine. I said what I meant, you weren't enough"

Seth looked like she had rebroken his heart.

Thankfully Britt walked in. "Hey, we gotta go"

Seth grabbed his title and held it to Finn. "This is mine. You can keep that bitch but you will never get this"

-Backstage-

"I've never known you to be biphobic, wanna explain to me why Rollins is convinced you are?" Finn said sitting down in his locker room with his wife a few minutes later.

"His uncle...manager, that bastard Shane got me my record deal in exchange for breaking Seth's heart" Violet told her husband "Seth hates fighting, he was going to quit and go on the road with me. He can't sing a note but he writes and plays guitar. We were going to be a duo. Shane was watching his cash cow walk out the door. So he threatened me and made an offer. Seth was the sweetest thing and he loved me and I broke his heart and let Shane turn him into that"

"If I could go back in time and slap him across the face I would but I can't" Violet said brokenly. "Shane has made it perfectly clear that if I ever tell him that he would ruin both our careers"

Finn hugged her to him. "I'm still gonna kick his ass" Violet slapped his arm. "Please try not to" Finn shrugged. "I'm undefeated"

"You know Seth is too. And the thing with being undefeated is that there's only one way down, being kicked off the mountain"

-Next Day-

Seth was throwing up again having had drank himself to sleep following his encounter with his ex.

Cody looked extremely tired and Britt concerned. "You have to fight in an hour!" Cody yelled out

"I don't fucking care." Seth yelled back "I don't even want to fucking fight." He muttered to himself, as he rubbed at his knee. "Come on fucking give already." He whispered to the inflamed appendage.

He knew what he was doing was dangerous but it was his only way out. If his knee would just give up the fucking ghost, he could quit this bullshit once and for all.

"Your sisters are out there tonight" Britt said, walking in, holding a brace.

"I really don't care" Seth growled, letting Britt put his knee in it.

"And your mom' Britt added. Seth took a breath when Britt touched his knee.

"Holy shit, it feels like its burning"

We're letting you go after tonight" Cody said angrily. "I don't care if you win or not, you've ruined All Elite Fighting's reputation"

"I don't care, I never wanted to be in your shitty gym anyway" Seth shrugged. "I'm going to get changed"

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Casual moths - chapter seven

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Chapter seven - ice-cream and cuddles

Angel is leaning against the side of the building, cigarette dangling from his hand. Every once in a while his gaze drifts back towards the big front windows of the ice cream shop. Callie and Daisy are sitting in one of the booths with the bright blue plastic benches. Daisy is happily pointing at pictures in the menu in front of her, no doubt trying to decide which flavour to chose. 

He can’t hold back the smile pulling at his lips as he thinks back to a moment ago when Daisy spotted him waiting in the car as Callie picked her up from her mother’s place. There’s an infinite amount of adoration and affection in her whenever she interacts with him and though he knows kids get infatuated with just about anyone, it still fills him with pride to know that she likes him this much. That she likes having him around. 

Some irresponsible, delusional part of his brain conjures up thoughts of a future much like this. One where the club doesn’t get tangled in cartel shit anymore. Where violence and death doesn’t pave his way. Where he can lead a good life with his girls. Maybe have a little house with a garden and a pool for Daisy to swim. They could get a dog, a big fluffy one. And maybe someday down the line he’d get Callie pregnant again. See her carry his baby. Give Daisy a sibling. They’d have so much love to give. One thing Angels knows for sure, never would any of his children (blood related or not) feel inadequate. Never would they be made to feel like they had to compete for his love. He’d remind them of it every damn day, so much so that they’d probably grow sick and tired of their old dad. He wouldn’t care though as long as they knew they were loved unconditionally. 

A future like that, he can almost see it, it’s there in front of him just waiting for him to reach out and grab it. But he can’t. Because he knows that no matter how much he wants it and no matter how close and real it seems, it’s just a dream. Though the movies and songs always tell you to do it, chasing your dreams is dangerous, it’s scary. Because there comes a point when maybe you can’t catch up anymore, where you have to admit to yourself that it won’t happen. And what then ? The movies never talk about that. About the heartbreak and the pain.

So he tries to keep those thoughts pushed to the back of his mind and just enjoy the time he’s given with these two ladies, however short or long that will be.

The ringing of his phone shakes him from his daydream and, after stomping out the bud of his cigarette, he answers. 

“ Took you long enough. What held you up, man ? Your kid got her hands on a screwdriver again ? “ 

Coco’s unamused chuckle sounds through the receiver, “ very funny. You should be a fucking comedian “.

“ Tell me something I don’t know. “ 

“ So, what’s got your balls in a twist then ? “ 

“ Someone trashed Callie’s Flower shop and I need to find the guy. “ 

“ Shit, really ? How bad is it ? She alright ? “ 

“ She’s not hurt but that shop is her baby. And that guy, he’s been stalking her for a while now. So me crazy delusional ex. He needs to go Coco. “ 

“ Geez man, ya know I have your back but — “ 

“ I don’t wanna kill him. I just wanna scare him off. “ 

Yet. He doesn’t wanna kill him yet. If this whole scaring off thing doesn’t work, Angel is not afraid to move on to more drastic measures. That’s both a vice and a virtue, he thinks, once someone means something to him, he’s willing to do everything to keep them safe. He’s fiercely protective, loyal to his family, to the people he — loves.

Killing that guy is not something he wants to do necessarily, but he will if it comes to it, if he has to. Coco doesn’t need to know all that though, not right now. 

“ You know where to find this guy ? “ 

“ Not yet.  I got the prospect watching her house. If I ain’t with her I’ll have him watch her every step. “ 

“ So what do you need me for ? “ 

“ I uh — kinda wanna fix shit at the store, kinda rebuild it. “ 

“ Angel. “ 

“ Look, I’ll put in all the money and shit I just need someone to help me out with the work. “ 

“ I got shit to do. “ 

“ Like what ? Making more kids ? “ 

“ Fuck you, Angel. “ 

“ That was a joke, ok ? Just a joke. Look, she’s real important to me. I told her I’d fix this. “ 

He can hear Coco sigh at the other end of the phone. Angel is painfully aware that this is a lot to ask of Coco. But he’s his closest friend and who else would he turn to if not Coco. They’ve been through the biggest piles of shit together, this is nothing compared. 

“ Well why the fuck would you say that ? Man, will you ever stop thinking with your dick ? “ 

He’s not. Maybe for the first time in his life in a situation where a woman is involved that he’s thinking with something other than his dick. He’s letting his heart lead for the first time ever. But that’s a cheesy fucking thing to say so he doesn’t say it.

“ It’s not like that. Not this time. “ he hopes the sincerity in his words translates well through the phone. Because this is serious. Whatever it is he has with her is so serious to him.

Coco is silent for a moment and Angel can just imagine him fighting with himself. But this is Coco and though he’s a weird dude, he’s got a big heart and he’s as loyal as a god damn Golden Retriever.

“ Alright. Alright I’ll help you. But you owe me man, big time. “ 

“ I do. I know I do. Thanks Coco. I’ll come around the clubhouse later, we’ll talk then. “ 

“ Sure, whatever man. Only doing it because she’s a nice girl. “ 

“ You have no idea. “ 

She’s not just nice, she’s incredible. She’s everything. 

As he catches her eyes through the window, his heart skips a beat and he knows then, that he’s doing the right thing. He’ll do whatever he has to, to see that smile.

“ I gotta go, Coco. Talk later. “

“ Yeah alright. Bye. “ 

As he finishes his phone call, Angel steps inside the ice cream store, the bell above the door chiming up as he enters. Daisy looks up and there it is again, the sparkle. The adoration as she looks at him like he’s some kind of hero. He’s far from it but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t at least try to stay the hero in her story.

“ So, what have you girls decided on, huh ? “ he asks as he slides into the booth next to Callie, Daisy sitting across from them.

“ I want one scoop of bubble gum, one scoop of mint chocolate chip and lots of sprinkles. “ the little girl replies.

“ Ooooh sprinkles sound good. What about whipped cream ? “ 

She enthusiastically nods her head. “ Yes. Love whipped cream. “ 

“ Me too. “ 

It feels easy being here, light. It feels as if all his problems don’t exist when he is with Callie and Daisy. They give his life a certain glow, a pop of color that hasn’t been there before.

He feels Callie’s hand slip into his underneath the table, fingers tangling with his. He was never one for PDA, never one for holding hands. That was before Callie though. Now every little sign of affection, he soaks up like a sponge. And so when she looks up at him he presses a soft kiss to her lips and it feels — right.

It’s later that day, the sun slowly setting sends a pink glow across all of Santo Padre. Angel is holding a half asleep Daisy in his arms. Her head rests on his shoulders as she tiredly murmures on about some animated movie she’s been watching the other day.

This girl seems to have an unlimited amount of energy. He remembers being a child. Things back then felt infinite. Everything was exciting and grand and breathtaking. Even back then he realised that EZ was the golden child of the family. The one his parents’ hopes and dreams rested on. But it didn’t matter then because all it meant back then, was less pressure resting on him. That would change once he turned into a teenager but back then it really didn’t matter. All that mattered was having fun and causing chaos and making chocolate chip pancakes with his mom on a sunday morning.

“ Do you wanna take a nap baby ? “ Callie asks, as they enter her apartment, and combs her fingers softly through her daughter’s hair.

The little girl shakes her head adamantly, clinging tighter to Angel. Again, he can’t help but smile.

“ I wanna stay with Angel. I wanna watch Pets. “ 

“ You sure ? You seem really tired. “ 

Again she shakes his head “ No. I wanna stay with Angel. “ 

Her words are lulled in a sleepy voice and both Callie and Angel know she’s not gonna last much longer but neither of them really have the heart to tell her no. 

“ I don’t know if Angel wants to stay ? “ Callie says then looks up at him. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking but he’s sure there’s something in her eyes, hope, longing — love.

“ Oh yeah I do. I’ll stay as long as you girls want me around “. 

Those words seem harmless, as if it’s just about tonight’s plans. They aren’t though. They mean more. They hold a heavy weight. And Callie knows it, she can see it in his eyes. 

So when she smiles back, his heart soars. “ You’re always welcome here, always. “ 

“ Guess we’ll be watching Pets then “ he says and sits down on the couch with Daisy still holding onto him as if he might vanish if she lets go even a tiny bit.

“ You do that. Lemme just go shower real quick, Daisy knows how the TV works. Make yourself a home. “ 

With that, Callie disappears in the bathroom. 

“ D’you wanna show me how to put the movie on ? “ Angel asks, trying to get Daisy to look up at him. She does and her big gorgeous eyes look tired. So so tired, it seems to be a struggle for her to keep them open at all.

“ It’s the silver thingie, press the big button first. “ she instructs him and points towards a silver remote control. Angel does as she says and the TV springs to live. He’s shown a menu of several things to chose from, TV, Amazon, Netflix, Music. There’s a big selection of things though none of that catches his attention.

What does catch his attention, is the picture in the background of the selection screen, one that Callie clearly uploaded and chose herself. She’s there, a bit younger, hair a bit longer and styled differently. But it’s her no doubt. The smile is the same radiant ray of sunshine that he’s grown so fond of. She’s holding a baby, one that can’t be older than a few weeks. Tiny thing. So so tiny. He doesn’t know a lot about babies, thinks they all look pretty much identical, so really he can only assume this one’s Daisy. He’s fairly sure of that though, judging only by the way Callie is looking at her in that picture. Full of love. Pride. Happiness.

There’s a man there, holding them close. His eyes are displaying the exact same kind of love. He seems so proud of these girls and Angel can only assume how that feels. He feels glimpses of that, tiny sparks every once in a while. But this guy, those were officially his girls, no buts, no almosts, no maybes. Those were his girls through and through. 

“ That’s my daddy. He went to heaven when I was a baby. “ Daisy’s tiny voice speaks up again. “ Mommy says he loves me very much. She always tells me stories. She says he’s up in the sky watching me and making sure I don’t get hurt. “ 

It hasn’t occurred to him until now, that Daisy knows so very little about her own father. That all she ever gets to learn about him is from other people’s stories. She was too young to really remember him. He wonders what that is like. Wonders if in the end it saves her a lot of heartbreaks. Maybe it’s easier to lose something you don’t remember, something you never know you had in the first place.

“ Oh I’m sure he’s watching over you. Looking at all your pretty drawings. He’s probably really proud of you learning how to swim. “ 

“ You really think he’s up there ? I can’t see him. “ 

This is not a conversation he thought he was going to have today. Existentialism and life after death is not usually a topic to debate about with a small child. And yet, sometimes kids have an easier approach to things. One that’s both less and more factual at the same time. They spend not thoughts on being reasonable, they just want to know. They just want to understand. 

“ You know, my mom went to heaven a few years ago and she always told me people we love never really leave us, that they sit up there on clouds and watch over us and send us little miracles, little wonders every once in a while when we need them. I didn’t believe any of that. My mommy was gone and I was so sad and there were no miracles for me, nothing. It felt like she was just — not there anymore. But then something did happen, life did send me a miracle and now I think my mom might actually be there looking out for me. “ 

He’s never told this to anyone before. Has had a hard time coming to terms with this himself. But spilling his heart to Daisy, someone he knows won't judge him, it feels good. It feels liberating. Like someone is taking a huge weight off of his shoulders.

“ What happened ? “ Daisy asks, cuddling further into him as he leans back on the couch. 

“ I met your mama. “ 

“ Mama’s your miracle ? “ 

“ Mmmh. And you too. “ 

She kisses his cheek at that and he’s sure he’s melting right there and then. 

“ You’re my miracle too. “ she says and lets a big yawn overtake her. “ Now can we watch secret life of pets ? “

“ Sure little one. Sure we can. “ 

It’s 20 minutes later that Callie walks back into the living room. Obnoxious animated cats and dogs are jumping around on the tv screen. She’s just about to speak up, when her eyes drift towards the couch and a smile overtakes her face.

Angel is lying on the couch, Daisy resting on his chest. Both are fast asleep, little snores echoing through the room. 

This, she decides then, is a sight she wants to see more often. This is what she wants her future to look like. Even if it’s scary. Sometimes scary things are good. Sometimes they really are worth it. 

And if anyone is worth it, it’s Angel. Even if he can’t see that himself. 

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The Hart II: Highway

Summary: Off on her own, without the Winchesters, Bobby, Ellen or Jo, Lizzie tries to get back to what she does best… hunting. But time is running out, Dean’s soul is on the line, and now everyone knows Lizzie is psychic like Sam. Can the brothers and Lizzie work through their problems? Or will they lose everything?

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Part Twenty: A Little Dream

Warnings: Some violence, some angst, and a lil’ bit of fluff.

Bamby

EPOV

I sat up with a start, panting hard. I was aware of the guys next to me, waking up as well, but before I could check to see if they were okay I was hit with a dizzy spell that had me falling towards the edge of the bed.

"Whoa!" Dean reacted quickly, grabbing me before I could fall. Pulling me over so I leaned on him, he watched me carefully until I seemed to be okay. "No more mind tricks for you."

...

I sat on the bed with Bobby, at the end, watching him as he flicked through some paperwork. I was still worried about him. There was no way in hell that I was going to leave him alone for a while. Hell, I was thinking about hunting with him instead, just for a few weeks at least, until I was sure he'd be okay.

"Hey, Bobby," Dean spoke up from where he sat next to the bed. "That, uh... that stuff, all that stuff with your wife? That actually happen?"

Bobby looked over at him, answering simply. "Everybody got into hunting somehow."

Dean looked away, feeling guilty for bringing it up. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. If it weren't for you-" Bobby looked to me then. "Both of you. I'd still be lost in there. Or dead." There was a beat as he turned to Dean again before finishing. "Thank you."

Dean's only response was a slight nod and a twitch of his lips. While I reached out and grabbed Bobby's hand, offering him a smile. Dean had said Bobby was like a father to him. But to me, Bobby was the only father I knew.

"So, uh," Sam walked in to the hospital room then, "stoner boy wasn't in his dorm. My guess is he's long gone by now."

"He ain't much of a stoner," Bobby commented, picking up a picture of the guy who'd put him in the coma.

Dean looked surprised and confused. "No?"

"No. His name's Jeremy Frost. Full-on genius. Hundred-and-sixty IQ. Which is sayin' some, considering his dad took a baseball bat to his head. Here's Father of the Year." Bobby put the photo down and grabbed a piece of paper before handing it over to Sam. "He died before Jeremy was 10."

"Looks like a real sweetheart." Sam was clearly being sarcastic.

"Injury gave him Charcot-Wilbrand. He hasn't dreamt since," Bobby noted, talking about Jeremy again.

"'Till he started dosing the dream drug," Dean added.

Bobby gave a short nod. "Yep."

But there was one thing I just didn't understand... "How'd he get to you?" I asked. "How'd he know your worst nightmare? I mean, doesn't he need some of your DNA or something?"

"Yeah. 'Fore I knew it was him, he offered me a beer. I drank it." Bobby shook his head, not exactly happy with himself. "Dumbest frigging thing."

"Oh, I don't know. It wasn't that dumb." Dean gave a nervous laugh.

We all turned to him seeing the look on his face.

Sam sighed. "Dean, you didn't."

"I was thirsty."

Sam was pissed. "That's great. Now he can come after either one of you."

I felt my heart began to race as my worry returned. "Dean..."

He stood and stepped over to me without really thinking, my worry moving him. "Look, it'll be fine. We'll find the guy and stop him. It'll be fine. We just have to find him first," he tried reassuring me.

Instinctively, I let him grab my hand, his fingers intertwining with mine as they lay in my lap. His eyes stayed glue to mine, watching, searching, understanding my concern.

"We better work fast... and coffee up," Bobby ordered. "Because the one thing we cannot do, is fall asleep."

DPOV

Two days. It had been two days and we still hadn't found Jeremy, and I still hadn't slept yet. Bobby and Liz were working with Bela, trying to find him using the spirit board, while Sam and I were on the road, looking all over the place.

The whole situation had me pissed. Being exhausted wasn't helping. "I mean, this Jeremy guy's not a friggin' ghost. Where the hell could he be?"

"Dean, you sure you don't want me to drive? You seem a little..." Sam looked over at me from the passenger seat, "caffeinated."

"Well, thanks for the news flash, Edison!" I snapped back. My phone began to ring then. As I fumbled for it, mumbling angrily to myself, I eventually pulled it out of my pocket and brought it to my ear. "Tell me you got something!"

"Dean... strip club was a bust?"

Hearing Liz's voice, I calmed a little... just a little. "Yeah."

"That was our last lead," Bobby noted in the background.

"What the hell, Bobby!"

"Don't yell at me, boy," he warned.

"Hold on," Liz sighed as she put me off speaker. "Look, Dean... we're trying here, we really are."

"Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm- I'm- I'm tired."

"I know. I know."

Taking a deep breath, I calmed myself a little more before asking, "What's Bela got?"

"What you got, Bela?" Liz asked before there was a pause. "She's, uh... she's got nothing."

I bit back my anger as I let out another sigh. "Great. Well, I'm just gonna go blow my brains out now."

"Dean..."

"Yeah, I know." The worry in her voice was the only thing keeping me from going off. "Look, just call me when you get something. Bye." I flipped the phone shut, hanging up.

Driving down the road a little more, I saw a turn up ahead, making my mind up, I turned into it suddenly. I kept going a little more until we came to a clearing in the woods. That's where I stopped and turned off the car.

"All right, that's it. I'm done." Shaking my head, I leaned back and got comfortable.

Sam watched me, confused. "What are you doing?"

"Taking myself a long-overdue nap."

"What?! Dean, Jeremy can come after you."

"That's the idea."

"Excuse me?"

"Come on man, we can't find him, so let him come to me."

"On his own turf? Where he's basically a god?"

"I can handle it."

"Not alone, you can't." Before I knew what he was doing, he reached over and plucked some hair from my head.

I sat up quickly, bringing my hand to my head. "Ow!" I looked over at him, glaring. "What are you doing?"

"Comin' in with you."

"No, you're not."

"Why not? At least then it'll be two against one."

I didn't answer right away, but eventually told him the truth. "'Cause I don't want you digging around in my head."

"Too bad." He shrugged as he reached for his bag to make himself a tea.

...

"Dean." Sam hit my arm, waking me up.

"Jeez. For the love of God." I groaned, looking around, seeing that we were still in the car in the woods. "What are we still doing here?"

Sam shrugged. "I have no idea."

A sound outside the car, caught our attention.

"There's someone out there." Sam noted, reaching for his door.

We both got out and looked around for any sign of other people. That was when the song Dream a Little Dream of Me began to play as a spot light turned on behind us. Both Sam and I turned to see Liz sitting on a picnic blanket laid out on the grass of the woods. She was dressed in a white lace dress with her red leather jacket thrown on top. Barefooted, hair falling around her, she looked gorgeous. I was speechless...

"Hey." She smiled, slowly getting up. "Been waiting for you."

I didn't move as she started towards me, but I could feel Sam watching a step or so behind my shoulder. "I've never had this dream before," I insisted to my brother. But it was a lie. Most nights I dreamt about Liz...

Sam took a step closer, looking at me with what looked like pity.

"Stop looking at me like that."

He stopped, looking away. "Sorry."

"Dean." She sounded so real.

Turning to look at her, I found she was now standing right in front of me. Her gentle hands reached up, cupping my face as she leaned forward. My eyes closed automatically, in anticipation of the kiss.

When her lips pressed against mine, I sighed contently, leaning forward as I rested my hand on her waist, getting lost in the moment, forgetting she wasn't real. Forgetting I was in a potentially dangers dream. Forgetting Sam was watching.

All that existed was Liz and me...

The music jumped and stopped. I pulled away and opened my eyes just in time to see Liz flicker and fade away.

"Where'd she go?" I asked, looking around for her.

Sam was looking as well, when he spotted something. "Dean," was all he said before he was off.

I followed his gaze and spotted Jeremy racing off into the woods. Moving quickly, I was right behind my brother, following him into the thick of the trees and bushes, wanting to get to Jeremy and end this once and for all.

But as I rounded a tree, still behind Sam, I could no longer see him or Jeremy. In fact, I was no longer in the woods. I was in a hallway, the walls covered in woodland wallpaper. Doors lined the edges.

"Okay." Well, this can't be good...

SPOV

I was still running after Jeremy in the woods, thinking Dean was right behind me. But when I came to a clearing and stopped to catch my breath, I found I was alone. Dean didn't come out. I looked around and waited a moment or two longer as my worry increased.

"Dean?"

DPOV

Walking down the hall, I neared the end of it, having not touched a single door on my way. But as I got to the last door, it began to open on itself. I stopped and watched, ready for anything. But nothing happened. The door simply opened a little more, revealing the motel room.

Having no real choice, I walked in. I could hear clicking as I entered, and looked over to where the noise was coming from. Sitting by the desk was a man I guessed was Jeremy, clicking the lamp on and off.

"Jeremy?" I asked, coming to a stop in the middle of the room.

With his back still to me, he clicked a few more times before he chose to leave the light on before turning to look at me. That's when I got to see that the man... was me.

He slowly stood and turned more, not looking happy in the least. In fact, he looked... hard. As odd as that sounded, he looked mean. But the more he turned, he softer he appeared. It was... odd.

"Hey, Dean."

Out of reflex, I grinned at Dream-Me. "Well, aren't you a handsome son of a gun."

"We need to talk."

"I get it. I get it." I nodded as I began to walk in a circle at the same time he did. We moved in the same direction, across from each other, at the same pace. "I'm my own worst nightmare, is that it? Huh? Kind of like the Superman III junkyard scene? A little mano-y-mano with myself?"

"Joke all you want, smart-ass. But you can't lie to me. I know the truth."

We stopped walking, having swapped places. It was then that I realised he now stood between me, and the door... my only exit. Yeah, this really can't be good...

"I know how dead you are inside," he went on. "How worthless you feel. I know how you look into a mirror... and hate what you see."

I swallowed hard, trying to get a hold of myself. "Sorry, pal. It's not gonna work." I smiled. "You're not real."

"Sure I am. I'm you."

"I don't think so. 'Cause see, this is my siesta. Not yours." I raised my left hand. "All I gotta do is snap my fingers and you go bye-bye." Snapping my fingers together, I really expected him to disappear... but he didn't.

My smile faded as I snapped my fingers again, but still nothing happened. Dream-Me still stood there, watching, waiting as I snapped my fingers not once, not twice, but three more times. Sighing, I let my hand drop, giving up.

Dream-Me gave an I-told-you-so nod. "I'm not going anywhere. Neither are you." The door slammed shut and locked itself. "Like I said..." He raised his right hand which now held a sawed-off shotgun. "We need to talk."

SPOV

I woke up with a start, back in the Impala. I looked over to my side, seeing Dean asleep in the driver's side. "Dean." I reached over and hit him on the arm with the back of my hand. "Hey. Wake up." I hit him two more times.

He turned around quickly. Only it wasn't Dean, it was Jeremy. I was still asleep and he was pissed.

Jeremy acted quickly, holding his bat again, he hit me in the stomach with it, hard. I let out a pained grunt and reached for my door handle, opening the door. I fell out of the car, still groaning in pain.

Jeremy got out as well, moving around the car as he watched me, resting his bat on his shoulder. "Boy, you just don't know when to leave well enough alone, do you?" He walked towards me, closing my door.

I moved against the ground, on my back, moving slowly. "You're a psycho."

"You're wrong."

"Yeah? Tell that to Dr Gregg."

He stopped then, tilting his head slightly. "The doc? No, no. The doc's the one that got me hooked on this stuff and then he took it away." He smiled, leaning against the trunk of the Impala as he watched me, bat in hand. "But I needed it, and he wouldn't let me have it."

"So you killed him?"

"I can dream again. You know what that's like, not to be able to dream? You never rest, not really. It's like being awake for fifteen years."

"And let me guess. That makes you go crazy?"

He leaned down towards me, holding the bat out at me. "I just wanna be left alone. I just wanna dream."

I gave a short shake of my head. "Sorry. Can't do that."

"That's the wrong answer."

Suddenly I was pushed against the ground. I groaned as the force held me there so I couldn't move. Looking to my wrists, I could see that I was now tied to railroad spikes that dug into the ground, as were my feet.

"I'm getting better and better at this." Jeremy looked down at his bat. "Stronger and stronger all the time. But you and your brother? You're not waking up. Not this time. I'm not gonna let you. And then I'm going after your friends. The old man and the girl. No one's stopping me from dreaming."

DPOV

"I mean, you're going to hell and you won't lift a finger to stop it." Dream-Me shook his head at me as we circled each other again. "Talk about low self-esteem," he chuckled. "Then again, I guess it's not much of a life worth saving, now is it?"

"Wake up, Dean," I told myself. "Come on, wake up."

"I mean, after all, you've got nothing outside of Sam and Liz." He shrugged as we stopped, back in our original spots. "You are nothing. You're as mindless and obedient as an attack dog."

I smiled, refusing to let him get to me. "That- that's not true."

"No? What are the things that you want? What are the things that you dream? I mean, your car? That's dad's. Your favourite leather jacket? Dad's. Your music? Dad's. Do you even have an original thought?" I scoffed at his words, but he just went on. "No. No, all there is, is, 'Watch out for Sammy. Look out for your little brother, boy!'. You can still hear your dad's voice in your head, can't you?" He motioned to his head with the barrel of his gun. "Clear as a bell."

My smile was more forced as I shook my head at him. "Just shut up."

He lowered the gun. "I mean, think about it," he began to walk towards me as my smile started to fade, "all he ever did is train you, boss you around." He stopped in front of me. "But Sam... Sam, he doted on. Sam, he loved."

"I mean it. I'm getting angry," I warned.

He ignored me. "Dad knew who you really were. A good soldier and nothing else. Daddy's blunt little instrument." His vice changed to anger. "Your own father didn't care whether you lived or died. Why should you?"

"Son of a bitch!" I pushed him hard, knocking him to the wall above the desk as I screamed at him. "My father was an obsessed bastard!"

He tried getting up, but I just kicked him back onto the desk. I grabbed his gun and held it like a bat, using it to hit him a couple of times before I pinned him against the wall.

"All that crap he dumped on me, about protecting Sam! That was his crap. He's the one who couldn't protect his family." I stepped back, hitting him with the gun again and again. "He's the one who let mum die." Pinning him again, I continued to snap. "Who wasn't there for Sam. I always was! He wasn't fair! I didn't deserve what he put on me." I backed away, seething. "And I don't deserve to go to Hell!"

Lifting the gun, I aimed it at his chest and shot him twice, killing him.

I lowered the gun and cautiously moved forward, my anger gone. I was more shocked now, shocked at my outburst and the fact I killed me.

Suddenly Dream-Me's eyes opened, but now they were as black as a demon's. My own eyes widened as I pulled away as quickly as possible.

He sat up, looking me in the eyed, pissed. "You can't escape me, Dean. You're gonna die. And this? This is what you're gonna become!"

SPOV

Jeremy hit me with the bat over and over. On my arms, legs, body. He hit me everywhere. Enough to hurt but not enough to kill. No, he was just warming up. By the time my body felt like it was one massive bruise, my muscles on fire, he finally stopped.

Moving closer to me, he pointed the bat at my face. "You can't stop me. There's nothing I can't do in here."

"Because of the Dream Root," I panted.

"That's right."

"Yeah? Well, you're forgetting something."

He raised the bat, ready to hit me again, only this time it would kill me, I was sure of it. "What's that?"

I looked up at him, showing no fear. "I took the Dream Root too." I smiled.

"Jeremy!"

Jeremy turned at the sound of an angry man's voice in the woods, coming closer and closer. I was only just able to see his father, Henry, standing at the edge of the clearing now.

"Jeremy!"

"No. No..." Jeremy lowered the bat, both surprised and scared. "Dad?"

"You answer me when I'm talking to you, boy," Henry ordered, moving towards his son.

Jeremy backed away from both me and his father, dropping the bat. "No..."

I moved quickly. With Jeremy's mind focused on his father, I was no longer bound. I used this moment to grab his bat, get up and hit him across the face with the bat a few times.

Jeremy fell to the ground after the second hit, shaking before he finally died.

...

I woke up suddenly, sitting up in my seat in the Impala. This time when I looked to my side, Dean was there and awake, panting just like I was. We were both covered in sweat. I wasn't sure what he went through in his dream, but I sure it would have been horrible. Jeremy would have made sure of that.

By the look on Dean's face, I was right.

EPOV

I was in the hotel room with Dean, our lips locked together in a heated kiss.

I know, it's immature and we probably should have been more careful seeing as Bobby and Sam would be back any moment. But after he and Sam told me they'd fallen asleep on purpose to face Jeremy, and that Sam had nearly died and Dean had faced his nightmares, plus I hadn't seen him properly in two days... well, I'd been worried.

His lips moved to my neck as his hands pressed me against him. I could feel everything.

"Dean," I moaned. "Dean, they'll be back soon."

"I know," he mumbled against me. "Just..." He sighed, pulling back. One look in his eyes and I could tell what he was feeling.

"You'll never admit it, but you were scared and worried. You really thought Jeremy was going to win."

His eyes changed, now surprised. "How do you know me so well?"

Grinning, I wrapped my arms around his neck, giving a slight shrug. "Hunting with you and Sam is like taking a class in Winchesters 101."

Eyes searching mine, wondering, he then leaned forward to press his lips to mine again, pulling me closer as his arms around me tightened.

The sound of the door opening had us both pull apart suddenly. I moved to the bed, taking a seat, as Dean turned to face Bobby and Sam as they walked in. Neither of them seemed to have noticed anything between Dean and myself, thankfully.

Clearing his throat, Dean spoke, "Hey, you guys seen Bela? She's not in her room. She's not answering her phone."

Sam closed the door behind him, shrugging. "She must've taken off or something."

"Just like that?" Dean looked unconvinced. "It's a little weird. "

"Not when it comes to Bela," I noted.

"Yeah well, if you ask me what's weird is why she helped us in the first place."

Dean frowned at Bobby, confused. "I thought you saved her life."

Bobby looked equally confused. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Bela told us you saved her life in Flagstaff," I explained, the brothers and I watching Bobby.

He just shook his head. "That thing in Flagstaff was an amulet. I gave her a good deal, that's all."

"Well, then why did-" Sam cut himself short, as confused as the rest of us.

Bobby sighed. "You three better check your pockets."

As Sam and Dean reached for their pockets, my body went cold. "He doesn't mean literally," I told them, getting off the bed and rushing over to the safe. As I opened it, I found my suspicions were right.

"The Colt." Sam shook his head, pissed. "Bela stole the Colt."

"Damn it!" Bobby snapped.

Dean was moving in an instant. "Pack your crap," he ordered, walking over to his bag on the couch.

Sam watched him. "Why? Where are we going?"

"We're gonna go hunt the bitch down."

DPOV

Standing by the open trunk of Baby, I zipped my bag up before throwing it in just as Sam threw his in as well. "Hey, Sam." I paused as I looked over at him. "I was wondering. When you were in my head, what did you see?"

"Uh, just Jeremy. He kept me separated from you. Easier to beat my brains out that way, I guess." I scoffed at his answer. "What about you?" he asked. "You never said."

I shook my head. "Nothing. I was looking for you the whole time," I lied, not wanting to tell him the truth. I don't think I'd ever tell anyone the truth.

Pulling my keys out of my pocket, I waited as he closed the trunk before we both moved to get in the front of the car, while Liz waited in the back. Sam sighed, getting comfortable as I thought about our situation for a moment or two longer.

"Guys."

Sam looked to me. "Yeah?"

"Mm?" Liz hummed from the back.

I didn't look at them as I cleared my throat before speaking. "I've been doing some thinking, and... well, the thing is... I don't wanna die. I don't wanna go to hell."

Neither of them said anything for a moment before Sam nodded slowly. "All right. Yeah. We'll find a way to save you."

"Whatever it takes," Liz added.

I looked to Sam first, then to Liz, before looking away again, nodding as I gave a small smile. "Okay, good," my voice shook, still a little unsure, because no matter how hard I tried, Dream-Me's voice still echoed in my head.

"You can't escape me, Dean. You're gonna die. And this? This is what you're gonna become!"

Bamby

#dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester fic #dean winchester x oc #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester fic #elizabeth rose hart #the hart #the hart ii: highway

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Eastern Ukraine, an area roughly the size of West Virginia, is a land of extremes. Summers there can get hot enough to fry an egg on the street and winters cold enough to toss boiling water into the air and watch it transform into a frozen powder. Its vast steppes are blanketed in golden sunflowers and flecked by black dust from coal mines and hulking steel factories. And in the past seven years, some 4 million Ukrainians have tried to go on with their lives amid a brutal war.

It was there in April 2014, two months after the Moscow-friendly Ukrainian president was overthrown by revolutionaries in Kyiv, that a Russian special forces operation took hold. Disguised as a local uprising, it exploded into an all-out war that killed more than 13,000 people over the course of seven years. With just 6,000 combat-ready troops, Ukraine’s underfunded, underequipped, and unprepared military was no match for the much more sophisticated Kremlin-backed insurgency.

Dozens of volunteer paramilitary units, including hardened right-wing nationalists and neo-Nazis, leaped into the fray to halt the Russian advance. Among the most prominent: Right Sector, a group that answered to no state authority.

The battalion’s commander was Dmytro Yarosh, a stocky man with stubble and a slight lisp, whose goal was to build a country for ethnic Ukrainians. An avowed follower of Stepan Bandera, a Ukrainian Nazi collaborator who fought Soviet rule in the 1930s and 1940s, Yarosh inspired and mobilized upward of 3,000 Right Sector fighters who shared his vision.

Many of them boasted tattoos of swastikas, Black Suns, and other Nazi symbols, and they were often seen making the “Sieg heil” salute. Human rights groups and Western governments accused them of torturing combatants and civilians, notoriety that only raised the group’s profile.

Extremists began pouring into the country to join its ranks and those of other far-right paramilitary formations. Among them were roughly 40 Americans, according to interviews with seven of the men, research from experts, news reports, open-source information, and court records. Many of the Americans held far-right views and a propensity for violence, and were searching for a new beginning after a series of failures in the US.

Craig Lang was one of them.

Lang had joined the Army in 2008 to escape his troubled childhood in North Carolina, which included five years in a foster home, according to his father, Donald Lang. (In Ukrainian court, Craig Lang described assaulting a teacher.)

Friends say Lang told them the Army was his best way out. He served in the infantry from November 2008 to June 2014, completing tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, where his Humvee struck a roadside bomb. “I was in a position, a round came in, it exploded, and caused a brain injury,” Lang would later tell the Ukrainian court. “I have problems with vision in my left eye. I often have problems with headaches.”

Lang arrived in Ukraine in May 2015, seeking adventure and violence.

At the same time, his marriage was imploding. His wife, who’d been his high school sweetheart, filed for divorce. According to news reports, Lang believed she was seeing other men.

In 2013, he deserted his posting at Fort Bliss in El Paso, Texas, and drove nonstop to his wife’s home in North Carolina, with his military body armor, night vision goggles, claymore mines, and two assault rifles in tow. He wanted to kill his wife, he later told a journalist.

“Craig went frickin’ ballistic,” one Army colleague told me.

Lang’s wife was not harmed. Police had been alerted to his unsanctioned trip and arrested him at his father’s home. Donald Lang told a local news channel that his son had “developed PTSD” since returning from Iraq and Afghanistan.

He was jailed for several weeks after the incident and then returned to El Paso. On June 4, 2014, he was dishonorably discharged from the Army. A spokesperson declined to comment on the terms of the discharge (or to confirm his injuries), but it cost Lang his veterans benefits, health insurance, and gun license. On top of that, his wife finalized the divorce, took possession of his truck and home, filed a restraining order against him, and won custody of their child.

In seeking the restraining order, his wife wrote: “I fear for my safety and the safety of my two-and-a-half-year-old. Craig has demonstrated violent behavior directed towards me and others on many occasions.” She said he had previously tried to suffocate her with a pillow in front of their toddler, threatened to kill her, and sent her a text message about trying to kill himself.

After being discharged from the Army, he struggled to find work, taking odd jobs that often only lasted for weeks at a time, friends of Lang’s told me. In 2015, mired in debt and without any lucrative prospects, he came across an article about the war in Ukraine. It described the Ukrainian military’s struggle to hold back the bigger and stronger Russian army, and the foreign fighters streaming into the country to fight with far-right volunteer battalions.

He arrived in Ukraine in May 2015, seeking adventure and violence.

Lang said he was barely off the train in the war-torn region of eastern Ukraine when a member of Right Sector handed him a loaded AK-47.

The next morning, he was deployed to a position just a few miles from the Russia-controlled city of Donetsk, a key stronghold where some of the most intense fighting was taking place.

“I personally chose Right Sector because I thought they were the most active on the front line,” Lang told BuzzFeed News. (Lang and I communicated via social media and in person on at least four occasions over two years but he always declined my requests to be interviewed. However, he did speak briefly to a Ukrainian reporter BuzzFeed News sent to cover court proceedings in March.)

Without the ability to speak Russian or Ukrainian, Lang stuck close to the few English-speaking Ukrainians and a handful of other Americans and Europeans in the Right Sector.

An American volunteer who fought with Lang described him, two of his closest American companions, and two Austrians as “maniacs” who “got their rocks off” firing Kalashnikov automatic rifles or the battalion’s machine gun and shoulder-fired rocket-propelled grenade launchers. The five men called their close-knit squad “Task Force Pluto” after the Greek god of the underworld. An American fighter who wasn’t part of Pluto but hung around the men told me they had a “fetish for death and torture.”

A freelance German photographer visited the Right Sector base in early 2016. One of his images shows Lang — 6 feet 2 inches tall, with a craning neck, sapphire-blue eyes, light hair, and an untamed amber beard — holding up a photo of his daughter.

In another photo of Lang, a tattoo of the words “MOLON LABE” — an ancient Greek expression of defiance that translates to “come and take them,” a phrase that has been adopted by Second Amendment activists and conservatives in the US — is visible on his right forearm as he shakes the hand of a man with the same tattoo on his arm.

A third picture shows Lang beside a member of the unit who is giving a Nazi salute.

American fighters who knew Lang said that between gun battles, the men of Task Force Pluto would bring up their “troubling” political views over cheap Ukrainian booze and cigarettes — and that Lang’s politics and behavior grew more radical. He would often defy his commanders’ orders and attempt to provoke the enemy into a gunfight, they said. One of them said that Lang’s lack of discipline was largely why his two-month stint later as a contract soldier in Ukraine’s Armed Forces didn’t pan out.

Speaking with BuzzFeed News, Lang said he didn’t “have any extremist political views.”

But Damien Rodriguez, a Bronx native who previously fought with a far-right Ukrainian unit and crossed paths with Lang on the battlefield, recalled it very differently.

“Some of the things he said made me think, Dude, I don’t wanna be next to you right now,” he said. “He was telling me about starting a revolution” in the US. “It was crazy.”

Lang, he said, wanted to “watch the world burn.”

Lang liked to boast about “fucking people up” and doing “extrajudicial shit” in the war zone, especially to enemy combatants captured by Right Sector.

David Plaster, another American who fought in the ranks of Ukrainian volunteer battalions with Lang, said in an interview that Lang liked to boast about “fucking people up” and doing “extrajudicial shit” in the war zone, especially to enemy combatants captured by Right Sector.

During his downtime, Lang spent hours responding to Facebook messages he received from other Americans who were hoping to fight alongside far-right extremists. Those prospects had seen him in interviews with Ukrainian and Western media. Footage of him firing a machine gun or standing beside artillery made him into a sort of folk hero among Ukrainians and wayward young men back home in the US.

According to Brian Boyenger, an Iraq War veteran who served as a sniper in Ukraine from 2015 to 2016 alongside Lang in the country's Armed Forces, Lang was the first point of contact in Ukraine for many “lost boys” who came to the country to fight.

Boyenger said he acted as an unofficial human resources manager of sorts, interviewing dozens of the fighters Lang had recruited. He turned many of them down, he said, for being “radicals” or “too eager” to gain real-life combat experience.

One of the prospects Boyenger rejected was a South Carolina native named Jarrett William Smith, who told me in a letter that he was attracted to the neo-Nazi imagery of Ukraine’s far-right battalions and had reached out to Lang while still in high school. Smith never made it to Ukraine, although he still hopes to go there and fight someday. Instead, he enlisted in the US Army and in September 2019 found himself facing serious federal charges for allegedly helping far-right extremists. Prosecutors said he sent recipes for homemade napalm on the social networking site Telegram and discussed plans to assassinate former House representative Beto O’Rourke and blow up the offices of CNN. He later pleaded guilty and was sentenced to two and a half years in prison, where he now resides.

The roughly 40 Americans who are known to have gone to Ukraine range in age from their early twenties to mid-fifties, and some have ties with far-right extremist groups in the US. A few with far-left affiliations have joined Russia-backed forces.

In October, I reported that Kyiv deported two American men who were tied to Atomwaffen Division and the Base, stateside neo-Nazi groups linked to violent crimes including murder and alleged plots to attack US nuclear facilities. At least one of them has since returned to the US.

Ukrainian security services told me that the Americans had tried to set up a local branch and connect with members of the country’s Azov Battalion, a group of far-right radicals and neo-Nazis that has been accused of torture and war crimes. (The group is now officially a part of Ukraine’s National Guard and has been renamed the Azov Regiment.)

Kacper Rekawek, a researcher at the nonprofit Counter Extremism Project and the author of a 2020 report on right-wing foreign fighters in Ukraine, told me that European intelligence agencies began taking notice years ago of extremists going to the country. Italy, Spain, Czechia, and the United Kingdom are among several countries that have arrested and prosecuted citizens who fought with groups in eastern Ukraine and returned home.

“These guys project their fantasies onto the war in Ukraine,” Rekawek said. “They say, ‘We went there because we thought we could live our lives the way we want to.’ They’re like ISIS in that way.”

Mollie Saltskog, a senior analyst who tracks foreign fighters at the Soufan Group, a New York–based security consultancy, worries about what happens when they leave the war. “The question is, what do they want to do after leaving Ukraine? Some want to make more of a lateral career move and become a career mercenary — but then the people who go back to Europe and the US, how are they using their newfound skill and newfound network?”

“These guys project their fantasies onto the war in Ukraine. They say, ‘We went there because we thought we could live our lives the way we want to.’ They’re like ISIS in that way.”

Nathan Sales, the former ambassador-at-large and coordinator for counterterrorism at the State Department, told me last summer while still in his post that the US had been monitoring reports of American white supremacist fighters in Ukraine “very closely.”

He pointed to comments by FBI Director Christopher Wray, who said in October 2019 that his agency was watching “racially motivated violent extremists connecting with like-minded individuals online certainly, and in some instances … travel[ing] overseas to train.”

That tracks with what four American fighters told me about their encounters with federal agents when they returned to the US. They said they were pulled aside in airports and questioned about their motivations for fighting in a foreign war, their affiliations with Ukraine’s far-right extremist groups, and their personal beliefs and ideologies. But the intervention didn’t have much effect.

“They question me: What was I doing? Blah blah blah,” one American fighter told me. “I tell them I don’t have anything to hide. Then they let me go. Every time.”

By summer 2017, when the war in Ukraine had cooled to a low simmer, Lang told other American fighters that he was growing bored of the monotony of trench warfare. Alex Zwiefelhofer, an American fighter who joined the Right Sector after deserting the US Army and connecting with Lang online, was getting restless too. According to US court documents, they hatched a plan that June: travel to East Africa to fight al-Shabaab, a jihadist terrorist organization allied with al-Qaeda.

Claiming to be journalists, the two men made it only as far as the Kenya–South Sudan border before the South Sudan People’s Defence Forces reportedly detained them. They were arrested for trying to cross without proper documents and thrown in a Nairobi jail for almost two months.

“So, week six of African jail. just contracted cholera,” Zwiefelhofer complained in a July 2017 Facebook post he managed to publish from a phone he said he smuggled in.

Lang’s passport was marked by US authorities with a black stamp, rendering it invalid, due to unpaid child support. Weeks later, the two of them were deported back to the US; Lang was sent to Surprise, Arizona, where his mother lived at the time.

Meanwhile, Zwiefelhofer ran into more serious trouble. While Customs and Border Protection agents interrogated him at the airport in Charlotte, North Carolina, about his foreign military exploits in Ukraine and South Sudan, they discovered child sexual abuse imagery on his phone, court records show. He was booked into jail on charges of sexual exploitation of a minor before being released on bond and fleeing to Wisconsin. That case is still pending.

As the months went by, Lang and Zwiefelhofer grew restless again. The pair craved the exhilaration they got from fighting overseas, their acquaintances told me. They started talking about returning to Ukraine or going to Venezuela to fight alongside anti-government rebels who were trying to overthrow socialist President Nicolás Maduro.

Beginning in March 2018, they exchanged Facebook messages and hatched plans to meet in Miami, according to court records.

Eve Edelheit for BuzzFeed News

After Lang and Zwiefelhofer arrived in Miami by bus on April 5, 2018, they did what many tourists who come to South Florida do: don tropical shirts and snap selfies.

Inside a La Quinta Inn in Miami, nestled between a Denny’s, a Wendy’s, and a McDonald’s near the city’s international airport, Lang slipped into a button-up shirt patterned with navy and light blue hibiscus flowers. Zwiefelhofer put on a shirt adorned with yellow, pink, red, and green martini glasses. Then the pair took selfies against the purple, black, and white decor of room 210.

But they didn’t pack like typical tourists. Together, they brought at least four semiautomatic Glock pistols, one high-powered rifle, and hundreds of bullets.

In the weeks before, court records show, Lang and Zwiefelhofer had discussed smuggling guns and ammunition to Miami, buying body armor at a military surplus store, committing robberies, hot-wiring and stealing a yacht, and escaping to South America or Ukraine. According to the FBI, the pair said they might “kill a yacht owner if necessary” to make their getaway.

What the men did next in room 210, with the fluorescent light of fast-food signs glinting through the curtains, was like something from a Coen brothers film. After examining Lang’s laptop, the FBI found that the two men had googled “classified Miami handguns,” “hotwire boat ignition switch,” and “how to smuggle myself to South America.” And then they watched a scene in a Hollywood action movie where shooters ambush passengers in a sitting vehicle.

On April 7, authorities say, the men used Lang’s laptop to post a classified ad on Armslist.com under the name Jeremy Goldstein, offering to sell five Glock handguns, one Star pistol, one Uzi, and four upper and four lower receivers for AR-15 assault rifles.

A little over 24 hours later, at 12:10 a.m. on April 9, 2018, Serafin Lorenzo texted with the man he believed was Goldstein to inquire about the firearms.

The next evening, authorities say, Lang and Zwiefelhofer drove west in a rented Toyota Corolla on Interstate 75. Better known as Alligator Alley, the flat and unswerving 80-mile stretch of pavement cuts through the Everglades. Around 10 p.m., they arrived at the Galleria complex in Estero.

Serafin Lorenzo had told a family member the night before how excited he was about the deal, saying he thought $3,000 for the haul was a steal and he could sell it all for more than twice that much, the family member told me in an interview.

The family member said they expressed concern about the arrangement, telling Serafin that it didn’t sound right. The family member still recalls his reply: “This is a legit thing. Trust me.”

At 10:44 p.m., Serafin Lorenzo backed the couple’s red GMC truck into a parking spot opposite a church and sent a text to the number for Goldstein saying he and Deana Lorenzo were there. Less than 10 minutes later, the Lorenzos fell under a deadly hail of bullets. The gunmen ambushed them from the rear and passenger side; federal investigators noted how similar this was to the movie scene Lang and Zwiefelhofer had watched.

Red-hot rounds pierced the victims’ bodies, penetrated the trunks of palm trees across the parking lot, and blew through office windows.

[happy-meo]

Save Me. (Yoongi x Reader) PROLOGUE.

"It swallowed me, this lunatic. Please save me tonight. Within this childish madness, you will save me tonight." - ["Save Me" - BTS]

Summary: It was an unprecedented love that bloomed within the halls of your high school, until secret words were overheard, and shattered the budding romance. It changed your life forever, leading you down a path you had never thought you would be on-- training to become a secret agent. You chose it to escape Yoongi and the results of how things ended between you two, but as fate would have it, that very same choice ended up leading you right back to him. Will you be able to save your clients and solve mysteries together despite your history? Will you be able to save each other? Will you able to save yourself...from yourself?    

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jin & all the other BTS members)

Secret Agent AU

Mystery, Action, Angst, & Fluff (contains some violence, mentions of murder, death, and bullying)

PARTS: Prologue | 1  | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 (Finale) | Bonus: The Letter

A/N: Hi everyone ~ Sorry it’s been a little while since I’ve updated! But I’m happy to present to you my new story ^_^ & CONGRATS TO BTS FOR WINNING TOP SOCIAL ARTIST AT THE BBMAS WOOOO! Let me know if the “Keep Reading” link doesn’t work!

           It was a cliché high school love story, without the happily-ever-after.

           You were one of the quietest and most diligent students in your high school, a shadow to most students, but preferred and known by all the teachers. On the other hand, Min Yoongi was extremely popular and beloved. You two were different ends of the spectrum; your orbits were never meant to interact. Gravity shouldn't have pulled you in stronger than it did.

           And it wasn't love at first sight. Definitely not.

           In fact, you were hardly concerned about the people around you, merely pleased with a good book under your nose. Until one day...

           "Good morning Y/N!"

           You glanced up from your dictionary to give one of the only people that you considered a friend, a warm smile.

           "Good morning Jin." You greeted.

           He had a bright aura, not too overwhelmingly positive, but friendly and comforting. Ever since the first day of your freshman year, you noticed he consistently made an effort to remember everyone's names and wish everyone a good morning. He was known and loved for his friendly personality, despite not being the most attractive or physically skilled. Jin was average by all means. He wore round glasses and an unfailingly bright smile, and never missing a haircut, a new hairstyle, or any changes from his fellow students. He was easy to get along with, and easy to like.

           Even though you didn't really respond as enthusiastically as he did in conversation, the boy still continued talking to you, about everything and anything. It seemed he had a knack for reading people because every day, he gave you jokes and puns as a challenge. It really broke the ice, because you loved thought provoking questions so you found yourself really looking forward to them. You never got any right, which irritated you at first, but down the line, you ended up enjoying the way Jin would rush to the punch line then crack up at his own joke, slapping his knee or his leg in hysterics. You tried to shake your head in disapproval, but you couldn't help the smile or the giggle that surfaced, because his laugh was contagious and often times, his shamelessness at telling such lame jokes was so incredulous that all you could do was laugh along. And soon, it became a normal part of your day. So much so that almost every year after, you two chose to sit next to each other.

           And nothing was any different, even now in your third year of high school. You were still close friends, still in the same class, still seated beside each other. You did open up a little more to a few other classmates, thanks to Jin's infectious personality, but you still preferred your books, your quiet life away from attention and dramatics.

             "I need you to do me a big favor." Jin grabbed your hands, his face and tone serious.

           You glanced up at him worriedly. "What?"

           "Hear me out first okay?"

           "Jin, you're scaring me. Just tell me." You raised an eyebrow.

           "Okay, so they're choosing the Class Officers today, and I really, REALLY want to be Class President for our Junior class." Jin whispered, looking around cautiously just in case someone was listening in.

           "Do you want me to nominate you?" You blinked.

           "No..." Jin stared at you intently. "I want you to run for VP."

           "What??" You bellowed, causing everyone to turn their attention to you two. Immediately, you pried your hands from Jin's so as to not be part of any dating rumors. You knew how vicious gossip could be.

           "Shh!" Jin hissed and opened a book to make it look like he was checking answers or reading something with you.

           "Why do you want me to be your VP?"

           Jin shrugged. "You're like the only person I find reliable and trustworthy enough to keep me levelheaded. I tend to get carried away at times and fool around a little too much, and you always reel me back."

           You exhaled, "Jin, no one even knows who I am. I won't stand a chance even if I run."

           "Oh please." Jin waved his hand. "Y/N, people know who you are and they know how studious, intelligent, and responsible you are. We'd make an awesome pair! Pleassseee!"

           You stared at your friend, in contemplation. Your teachers had recommended you to join a club or activity to become well-rounded for college applications, and sports weren't too appealing to you. Maybe being part of the Class Council wouldn't be so bad, especially if you had a say in things, and Jin was leading it.

           Jin grinned widely, already seeing your hesitation dwindle away with each new thought. "You're totally going to do it, and I love you so much."

           You rolled your eyes. "Alright. I'll do it...only cause I need a club to join anyway. I need more than academic achievements on my college applications, and time's running out."

           Jin embraced you tightly. "You're the best, Y/N! You won't regret it, I promise you!"

           You chuckled and let him hug you.

           And unsurprisingly, with Jin's support for your instatement as VP beside him, no one else dared to oppose you. So just like that, you made it on the Class Council, locked in to lead a class of students you hardly had spoken to, but always observed.

           With one request, one choice, one step forward, you were thrown into the world of people. Standing in front of the entire class without a book to hide behind or a problem to quickly solve on the board, you meekly and nervously positioned yourself beside Jin. You weren't used to standing before a crowd, so bare, so vulnerable.

           As Jin spoke, you took the time to look around and get accustomed to where you would be standing throughout the rest of the year. For the first time you truly looked up to scan the faces of your classmates. You had only really heard their voices, disregarding them out of shyness, out of fear. And in your innocent observation, your eyes coincidentally connected with one particularly quiet, mysterious, and handsome boy in your class.

           Min Yoongi.

           He always sat in the back corner of the classroom. You had never seen it yourself, but he would always get in trouble for staring out the window or for sleeping during class. Every word he spoke was either witty or blunt, and he was very nonchalant and relaxed, almost to the point where he looked like he didn't care about anything. However, he still maintained fantastic grades, and was one of the star players of the school basketball team. You two had been in the same class along with Jin for the past 3 years, so you knew him by name and from the very brief times you had spoken to him. But it was the first time you had truly taken the time to look at him closely.

           Yoongi had always been alluring to you, not because of how he looked, though he was handsome no doubt, but because of how he acted. He never cut corners with his words, and he did whatever he wanted. It wasn't out of rebellion or out of an attempt to create a chic image, but it was just who he was. He stayed true to whatever he felt was right to do at the time. He was well-known, but wasn't boisterous. He had a confident air about him, without the inflated ego. And you would always find yourself the only one giggling or snorting at a witty comeback he would mumble in the middle of class. Not many people understood his wit, but you surely did. For someone who seemed to only have a max of two emotions - sleeping or sleepy, it was intriguing that he had a sense of humor.

           You had had insignificant encounters with him before. Gazes locking as you passed through the hallways, fingers grazing as you passed papers back to him, lazy good mornings when he was half asleep walking into the classroom. You hated to admit it, but you had developed a very tiny crush on this popular boy. And you intended to keep it a secret. He was merely someone who intrigued you and caused your heart to flutter temporarily with any mere sign of his attention--nothing less, nothing more.

           He hadn't been on your radar at all freshman year. You dismissed him as someone you would probably never get along with, given how students flocked towards him, and the occasional bullshit responses you heard him tell students and teachers. It made you laugh, no doubt, but it was also embarrassing to hear someone be so shameless. He was talented at sports, and didn't have a bad brain, but that was all you really cared to know about him at the time.

           But then he captured you out of the blue during sophomore year.

           You had stayed up until sunrise to cram for a big exam, and you had vowed to yourself to pull an all-nighter and not sleep. However, you betrayed your promise and opted on taking a quick nap to rest your mind and body. But napping caused you to wake up later than usual, so you had rushed to get ready and ran carelessly out of the house to make it to school before the bell rang. In your haste, you had forgotten your jacket. In your hurry, you didn't feel the frosty weather nipping at you as you ran. But you surely regretted your forgetfulness after school.

           Dreading walking home in the freezing cold, you stared at the doors leading to the outside, trying to figure out alternate solutions. As you were contemplating grabbing your gym clothes and layering up regardless of how peculiar you would look, you felt something warm fall on top of your head and wrap around your shoulders. Surprised, you glanced beside you to find Min Yoongi, at the time, the young ace of the basketball team. To say you were stunned speechless would be an understatement. Your mind went blank at being in his presence and at the realization that he had just placed his sweater on you. Before you could say anything though, he inhaled and sprinted out of the school, into the cold, in a light jog. Gratefully, you pulled it over your body, finding the fleece incredibly soft and warm; large enough to shield more than half of your body from the frosty weather.

           You had waited until after school the next day to return it to him, washed thoroughly and folded neatly into a nice gift bag.

           "Um here." You mumbled. "It's washed and dried already. I never got to thank you for lending it to me."

           He smiled a little, grabbing the bag from you. "No problem, Y/N."

           And the way your heart raced at the mention of your name signaled you that this boy had already gotten to you.

           "Y-you know my name?" You stammered uncoolly.

           Yoongi glanced at you, slightly amused. "Well yes, we've been in the same class the past 2 years."

           You blushed. "Right..."

           "Ayo Yoongi!" One of his teammates bellowed.

           "Yeah, yeah I'm coming." he grumbled then turned back to you. "Thanks again, Y/N. Get home alright."

           You smiled and nodded. "Have a good practice."

           And since then, you'd occasionally steal glances down the hallway or around the classroom. You attended some of his games and watched the way he lit up and burst with energy on the court, unlike his usually relaxed, seemingly lethargic self in the classroom. A year later, and here you are gawking at him from in front of the classroom this time.

           Your eyes darted away from his stare to the decorated bulletin board in the back of the classroom, praying you hadn't been caught. You tuned into Jin's first speech as Class President, where he discussed future trips and class activities he had in mind. Everyone murmured enthusiastically at the mentions of doing something fun. You smiled proudly. Jin really had good ideas for the year, and it exhilarated you, the idea that you would be part of something big for once. But in the pit of your stomach, you also had butterflies fluttering around with the thought that being a class rep would mean getting more opportunities to talk and work with people in the class. It was exciting and nerve-wrecking at the same time.

           It wasn't until a few weeks later that you finally had your second full-blown encounter with Yoongi ever. You were on your way to your teacher's office with the entire class's homework notebooks in your arms. Wanting to go home as soon as possible, you had lifted all of them at once instead of breaking them up into smaller, manageable piles. They weren't heavy but the height of the stack blocked off your vision, meaning you relied on your hearing and everyone's sense to make it through the hallways unscathed. But you didn't account for the possibility of someone turning the corner at the same time you were crossing it, without notice. You were knocked slightly backwards, wobbling to keep the stack steady, and yourself upright.

           "Whoa." You heard a deep voice, and immediately recognized it. The hairs on your skin stood on edge at the coincidence. Out of all the people in the entire school you could bump into, it had to be Yoongi.

           You ducked your head into the stack and attempted to walk around where you saw his feet, embarrassed. But suddenly, half the notebooks were pulled away from you, clearing your line of sight. Your breath got caught in your throat at his close proximity.

           He grinned, staring straight at you without no hints of nervousness. Of course, why would he be nervous; it was just little, old you after all. "I thought it was you, Miss VP."

           You bowed, "Sorry."

           He turned to his friends beside him. "You guys go ahead. I'll help her out or else our homework may not get to the office in one piece."

           The guys chuckled and waved, before obliging.

           You huffed at the underhanded attack. "I was doing fine until you bumped into me."

           He glanced at you, amused. "Um I think a 'thank you' would suffice."

           You blushed and averted your eyes as you two started walking side by side in silence. It was awkward. There was a torrential storm brewing inside you, swirling with possibilities of topics and things to say and the embarrassing ending results. You didn't know what to say or what to do. And you hesitated so long that you two had made it to the teacher's office without saying a word to him. Sullenly, you entered and handed the homework to your homeroom teacher.

           "Oh, what a rare pairing we have here." She smiled at you and Yoongi, causing you to blush profusely at the mention of being a "pair" with the popular guy beside you.

           "She was a danger to the students." Yoongi snorted. "She nearly killed me, Teacher!"

           You gasped, not wanting to look bad in front of your favorite teacher. "I did not! You bumped into me!"

           She giggled. "It's nice to see you two interact is all I meant. It'll be a good friendship to develop."

           You raised an eyebrow at your teacher. "It would?"

           "Why? You don't want to be friends with me?" Yoongi chuckled.

           You blushed and waved your hands apologetically, "No, I didn't mean it--"

           "Relax. I got you." he patted your head warmly.

           "I just think you two would learn a lot from each other is all." Your teacher smiled and pinched Yoongi's cheek. "Like how to be a good student and use your brain instead of that smart ass mouth."

           Yoongi whined and you giggled.

           "And for you to come out of your shell and be yourself a little more, Y/N." she glanced at you. "This boy right here doesn't care much."

           You blinked, and spoke before you realized what you were saying. "But I think he acts this way because he does care a lot."

           Silence.

           You gasped and covered your mouth frantically. "Well, I have to go! See you tomorrow!"

           You hurriedly bowed and sprinted out of the office; your face was entirely red with shame and embarrassment. He must've thought you were insane and having delusions about who he was. How could you have spouted your assumption like that?

           "Aigoo, aigoo." You stood in front of your locker, smacking your lips, angry at them for acting on their own. Hearing oncoming footsteps, you switched into your outside shoes and attempted to book it outside, but you were stopped by someone's fingers wrapping around your wrist. You tensed and gulped.

           "I believe I never got my thank you, Y/N." his taunting voice and the feeling of his hand around your skin had your heart fluttering.

           "Um thank you." You mumbled, still facing the door, not daring to look at him.

           He chuckled at your apparent embarrassment so he walked in front of you, your eyes instinctively casting down to avoid staring at how handsome he was.

           "I've come for an explanation." he stated, still not letting go of your arm, so all you could do was stare at way his fingers were making contact with your skin.

           "On what?" You muttered.

           "Your opinion of me."

           You looked around awkwardly. "I don't have an opinion of you."

           He chuckled. "Want me to go call our teacher over to repeat what you said?"

           "No." You grumbled. "I said it by mistake, don't worry about it."

           You tried to step around him, but his grip tightened around your arm. "And what if I said you were right?"

           You froze. "What?"

           "What if I said that you were right that I act like this because I do care a lot?" he repeated. "But I want to know how you found me out."

           You glanced over at him, hoping to see that he was joking, but he was in fact, very serious and curious.

           "Um..." you looked behind you at the incoming flock of students coming out of their clubs.

           "Come with me." he grinned.

           "What?"

           "Come with me." he gestured. "Get those school shoes back on. I won't let go of you until I get what I came for."

           His words had your cheeks warm.

           "Well, you holding on to me will make putting my shoes on quiet a venture."

           He shrugged. "You'll never know until you try."

           "People will be looking at us weird."

           "I don't care." he whispered. "Now, let's go."

           You blushed.

           Obviously, you had already internally agreed to go since he first asked, but you didn't want to be too eager for fear of being found out. He brought you to the school rooftop, which you knew for sure was against the rules, but he chastised you for being too uptight for a kid.

           "Look." he brought you closer to the wire fence that prevented anyone from falling off the roof, and pointed at the horizon.

           You breathed as you saw the picturesque sky donned like a canvas splattered with orange, pink, and purple hues. The sunset was absolutely breathtaking.

           "Aren't you glad you broke the rules a little?" he teased.

           You glared at him. "Only if we don't get caught."

           He laughed as he grabbed the fence, "Can't argue with you there."

           You two stood in silence, taking in the vast expanse of the sky and the untainted beauty of nature.

           "So?" Yoongi urged.

           "Hm?" You hummed.

           Yoongi turned and leaned against the fence, his hands stuffed into his pockets suavely. Your heart was racing immensely. You were in a romantic spot on a rooftop with your crush. It was overwhelming, and fantasies flooded into your mind, disabling you from any coherent thought or word in his presence.

           "What gave it away?" he mumbled as he glanced straightly at you.

           You blinked. "Gave what away?"

           "My true personality." he grinned.

           Your eyes flitted towards him then back to the ground shyly. "Well...I just think you act like you don't care or don't expect anything, because you actually care too much about not being disappointed. It's scarier hoping people will like you for you, than hoping people will like you as someone else."

           "So you don't think I've been acting like myself?" he stepped in front of you, causing your back to hit the fence.

           You were flustered at his proximity, you willed your eyes not to dart towards his lips, but they did anyway.

           "I-I-I think you've been acting like a version of yourself is all. Just an opinion...of someone who doesn't know you..." you grabbed onto the fence behind you to hold onto your sanity.

           Yoongi laughed and stepped back, crossing his arms. "That's the funny thing, Y/N."

           You exhaled, feeling relieved. "What's funny?"

           "It seems like you actually know me better than most people." he hummed.

           You glanced at him surprised. You had thought you were assuming too much, deluding yourself into thinking that he had more depth to him than he let on, all to feed your crush. But to think that you were correct, that he had an underlying meaning to his actions, that despite being so popular and talented, he still had insecurities and secrets; it was stunning.

           He must've seen your surprise because he chuckled.

           "But I know about you too, Y/N." he smirked.

           You furrowed your brows. "What do you mean?"

           "You don't open up to anyone, because you don't want to be hurt and disappointed either. That's why you hide behind your books and your studying."

           "Well, I'm not sure if that's really a secret." You chuckled.

           He laughed. "Most people think you're cold or shy you know. I think you're actually the one who doesn't care too much about appearances."

           You smiled.

           "Well Y/N," he stretched. "I'd say this makes us friends, don't you think?"

           "Hm?"

           "We know each other's secrets." he grinned. "If we're not friends, then we're enemies, and I don't think I'd want an enemy knowing my secret. So I might have to kill you unless you solidify our friendship."

           You giggled. "Are you threatening me to be your friend?"

           "Merely coaxing you with a possibility of violence." he cheekily stated as he outstretched his hand. "What do you think? I mean you've also become my accomplice in this crime of trespassing."

           You grinned and slotted your hand into his, with your heart beating wildly. "I don't think having a partner in crime is so bad."    

           And after that day, Yoongi would take time to talk to you in the mornings, surprising everyone in class, including Jin.

           "What was that?" Jin questioned after he finally had witnessed it. "THE Min Yoongi just talked to you...with a SMILE on his face."

           You blushed and your lips turned up shyly.

           "What happened?"

           "He helped me out with carrying the homework stack the other day, and we just became friends." You shrugged. "I'm not really sure how it happened either."

           Jin glanced at Yoongi then frowned. "Just be careful, Y/N. He's popular and you know it gets tricky being around popular people."

           You laughed, "You're popular too though, Jin."

           "You know what I mean. I'm friendly popular, but not in the popular clique popular. A lot of vicious girls are vying for his attention, Y/N. If you get too close, you'll get mixed up into that mess."

           You smiled and patted Jin's hand. "I know. Don't worry. We're just friends is all. I'm sure it's refreshing to have a girl that's not fawning over him."

           Jin chuckled and ruffled your hair. "That's true. Cause you're in love with meeee ~"

           You rolled your eyes then turned back to your notes. You were sure friends was all you would ever be with Yoongi, and as thrilling as that was, the more you thought about it, the more it saddened you. With each conversation, with each thing you learned about the man, you wanted to be something more. But you didn't want your feelings to get in the way of your budding friendship, so you suppressed and buried them as much as you could.

           "Mind if I sit here?"

           You nearly choked on your food when Yoongi appeared beside you in the courtyard. You usually ate outside instead of the canteen, preferring the quiet sound of nature to the loud voices of people. You nodded as you coughed, and he chuckled.

           "Didn't know I had that effect on you?" He sat down and unwrapped his sandwich.

           You rolled your eyes as you swallowed down water to compose yourself.

           "What brings you here, Yoongi?" You questioned, trying to sound calm and collected.

           "Just a change of pace." he shrugged as he chewed. "It does get tiring being popular."

           "Oh? I never noticed." You jeered.

           "You're a cheeky little thing aren't you?" he waved his sandwich at you.

           "Must've rubbed off from your hand." You shrugged.

           He chuckled and glanced up at the clear blue sky. "I'm more than my basketball."

           "Yes, you're a person." You teased.

           He glared at you. "I'm being serious, Y/N."

           "Sorry." You coughed and turned to him to give you your undivided attention. "So you're more than your basketball?"

           "Okay, why does it sound lame coming from your mouth?" he huffed.

           "It was already lame coming out of yours." You snorted. "But carry on, what happened?"

           Was it supposed to be this easy? Although your entire body was filled with butterflies, your responses came out naturally and comfortably. Even though afterwards you felt embarrassed about things you said and did, during the conversation, everything seemed to flow well. Yoongi made it easy to converse, made it easy to joke around, made it easy to be yourself.

           "Nothing happened." he hummed. "I just think having you to talk to made me realize a lot of the things I had been putting up with."

           You tilted your head, waiting for him to explain.

           "Like these lunches where everybody just talks about their work outs and gossip, shallow things." he bit into his sandwich. "I was sitting there and I was like 'well this is a waste of my time'."

           You smiled, "Well, what do you want to talk about?"

           Yoongi turned to you so that you two were now sitting facing each other on the bench. "Mm maybe like what you want to pursue in the future? Other interests and hobbies? Funny childhood memories? Something more than what happened recently."

           "Well then, Mr. Min." You grinned. "What do you want to pursue in the future?"

           Yoongi chuckled, "You'll never be able to guess."

           You weren't sure how it happened, but soon, you and Yoongi became a daily part of each other's lives in secret. There was an unspoken agreement between you two to maintain a low key friendship, knowing how the unfair yet prevalent social system of the school worked. Occasional public conversations between higher class social circles and lower class were deemed appropriate and friendly, but anything more than that, was frowned upon. You two eventually exchanged numbers and e-mails, and began communicating that way.

           He even walked you home at times, especially when your Class Rep duties had you stay later than usual. You would meet up sneakily outside of the school and go home together, since you two coincidentally lived in the same direction. Sometimes, he would come over to study after practice. Other times, he would just appear to tell you about some exciting new comic or electronic device that is being released that he wanted to save up for. During school, he'd sometimes ask you to meet him at the rooftop to ask you a thought-provoking question weighing on his mind or just to tell you about something ridiculous or funny someone had said that he needed to say in person.

           Your developing friendship went undetected for most people, with the exception of one.

           "Alright. What is happening between you and Yoongi?" Jin confronted you after school one day.

           Your eyes widened as you looked around, praying no one was around to hear his statement.

           It was one of those late nights where you two were at the school until the darkness covered the skies, doing your class rep duties. The school festival was coming up and you and the other class reps were brainstorming what each class was going to contribute.

           "Nothing, Jin." You whispered. "I told you we were just friends."

           "Bullshit." Jin growled as he wiped his glasses and put them back on.

           You gasped, having never heard your long time friend curse.

           "I see you two eat in the courtyard, and I see him wait for you if you're staying late. I see him make faces at you while we're taking roll call in the morning." Jin accused, pushing you back against the lockers roughly. "What is happening?"

           "Really Jin." You exhaled, a little nervous about this new, aggressive side of your dear friend. "I promise you we're just friends. Why can't you accept that?"

           "Because I can't accept that anyone would want to be 'just friends' when they finally get to know you!" Jin bellowed.

           You stared at him surprised. Why was he getting so worked up over you and Yoongi?

           "Is everything alright here?"

           Your heart fluttered at Yoongi's voice, but you could feel Jin's intense gaze still on you.

           "Y/N?" Yoongi glanced between you and Jin. You realized your questionable position.

           "Uh yeah." You slipped away from Jin. "We were just having a little argument over nothing."

           Yoongi nodded. "Ready?"

           "I'll walk her home." Jin turned from his spot to face you two.

           Yoongi stared straightly at him. "It's perfectly fine. I know you live in the opposite direction as us. She's on the way to my house. No need to trouble yourself."

           Jin clenched his fists, knowing Yoongi was right. "I'll call you later then, Y/N."

           You nodded, not liking the dangerous look on Jin's face. You wondered what was happening with him.

           "What were you arguing about? If I may ask?" Yoongi asked after a few minutes of walking in silence.

           "Oh he just asked me what was going on between us, and wouldn't believe we were just friends." You chuckled.

           There was an awkward silence. Had you just friend-zoned yourself? Shit.

           "What's going on with you and Jin?" he questioned.

           "Me and Jin? Oh we've been friends since freshman year. Granted, he does most of the talking, but he's entertaining to listen to. Plus he's super friendly, so it's easy to get along with him." You shrugged.

           "Have you ever liked him...liked him?" Yoongi mumbled.

           "Jin? Oh, no." You chuckled. "It's not like that between us at all."

           "Never? I mean all 3 years you sat next to each other. Now, you're even his VP. That's a lot of time to spend with a guy."

           "Oh please." You rolled your eyes. "Like you aren't always being fawned over by half the female population of the entire school."

           "But I don't spend a majority of my time with them."

           "But you have to admit you like the attention and find some of them attractive."

           "Well do you think Jin is attractive?" he fired back.

           "Well, I'd say he's charming, yes."

           "And what about me?"

           You stopped walking. "What?"

           "Do you find me attractive?" he questioned.

           You gulped. You couldn't say no and offend him, but if you said yes, would it make things awkward?

           "I mean, I guess." You settled for a vague response, but before you could start walking again, he grabbed your backpack, pulling you back to face him.

          ��"What do you mean, 'you guess'?"

           "Well, I mean uhh..." You stumbled over your words. "It's not that you're not attractive..."

           "So I am attractive." he grinned.

           "Gah!" You flailed your hands, embarrassed. "I'm not answering this question, pass!"

           "Then answer this." He steadied you with his hands firmly on your shoulders. You glanced up to find him being unusually serious. "What would you say if I said I was attracted to you?"

           Your throat closed up immediately, and you could hear your heart hammering loudly against your chest.

           "Wh-what? Stop joking around, Yoongi." You laughed nervously, sweating intensely.

           "I'm not joking, Y/N." he stared into your eyes.

           "You find me attractive?" You repeated in a low whisper, not believing the words yourself.

           "Have you never had someone say that about you?"

           You shook your head. "No."

           "That's a shame." Yoongi whispered. "But good for me."

           Your eyes traveled up to see him looking at you intently. "Well... thank you for finding me attractive."

           You tried to escape, but his grip on your shoulders kept you in place.

           "I had been contemplating this for a while now, but seeing you with Jin today, it really just...it didn't make me feel good at all." he stated.

           "What? Why?"

           "Be my girlfriend, Y/N." he straightforwardly requested. "I don't want to meet you just in secret anymore. I don't want guys like Jin or whoever in our class is noticing how good looking you are now that you're standing in front of the class as our VP, to take you from me."

           You grabbed his arms and slid out from underneath his grasp, not trusting your hearing. He stared at you curiously as you tried to piece his words together.

           "Wait, what?"

           He chuckled and cupped your cheek. "Did I surprise you?"

           "Um yeah, wow. Please don't do that." You hurriedly shied away from his touch. "I think my heart is going to explode."

           "In a good way?" Yoongi laughed as you jogged a little in place to compose yourself. He hummed and crossed his arms as he waited for your reply. "Will I get my answer sometime in the next few minutes? I'm awkwardly standing here, unsure if you like me back or not."

           "Oh wow. Hold on. It's just... a lot to take in." You distanced yourself from him. "So let me get this straight. You, Min Yoongi, handsome, popular, basketball star, is attracted to me?"

           "Yeah." he nodded.

           "And you, Min Yoongi, popu--"

           "Y/N, stop giving me stupid titles." he growled.

           "Okay, so you want ME to be YOUR girlfriend?" You repeated. "Like..."

           He ran his hand through his hair sheepishly. "Yes, Y/N. I want you to be my girlfriend. It's not a damn command, but if you have any inkling of feelings for me, I want you to give me a chance."

           You stared at him in awe. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be roundabout like this. I just...I just had a lot of daydreams and stuff about this happening so I want to make sure it's real before I answer and make a fool of myself. This is real, right?" You pulled at your cheeks to make sure.

           Yoongi grinned widely, your statement subtly confirming that you reciprocated his feelings.

           "Should I help you check?" He bit his lip and stepped closer to you.

           "Hm? How?" You looked up questioningly.

           "Like this." he whispered as he titled your chin up and pressed his lips against yours lightly.

           You stared at each other for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

           "I think I'm going to need you to repeat that a couple more times." You smiled as it dawned on you that this was, in fact, reality.

           Yoongi chuckled, and obliged, capturing your lips once again.

           You were dizzy with happiness, elated and floating on cloud nine. After a year of crushing on him, a few months, falling deeper for him, you were now Min Yoongi's girlfriend.

           And it was everything and nothing like you had expected.

           In an effort to be honest and maintain your open, strong friendship with Jin, you called him and told him what had happened on your way home, bubbling with excitement. But for some reason, he didn't sound too happy about your news.

           "I'm tired Y/N. Thanks for clarifying."

           "No, I'm sorry I kept my feelings about him a secret. But I really didn't think it was possible for him to like me back...much less ask me out." You gushed.

           "Well...I never had a doubt you could make someone fall for you." Jin stated.

           "Thanks Jin."

           Without another word, he hung up on you.

           Jin didn't come to school the next day, and so you had to lead roll call, and talk about the school festival in his stead. You were so nervous that you thought you were going to barf, but you just asked yourself what would Jin say and do, and acted on that. It didn't turn out so bad. The class was receptive to your ideas, and even asked you questions, throwing out their own suggestions. You felt like it was a successful meeting, and Yoongi gave you a thumbs up in the back to confirm it. Smiling to yourself giddily, you returned to your seat.

           Your homeroom teacher arrived and Yoongi immediately raised his hand.

           "Yes, Mr. Yoongi?"

           "Do you mind if I sit next to Y/N today? I forgot my contacts and glasses today, and I really can't see the board."

           You glanced over at him surprised. He grinned at you then returned his attention back to the teacher.

           "Uh sure. I don't see why not since Mr. Jin is absent today." she shrugged. "I, for one, am surprised you actually want to pay attention today."

           The class snickered as Yoongi shrugged nonchalantly, transferring to the table next to you.

           "Laugh all you want kids, but even if he doesn't pay attention, he still gets higher grades than half of you." Your teacher pointed out, earning a groan from everyone.

           "Mornin'." Yoongi grinned as he sat down.

           "Morning." You smiled.

           You couldn't concentrate the entire class because all you wanted to do was stare at him, so beautifully close to you. He was nodding off as usual, so you would nudge him every so often. He'd grumble shove your elbow in return. You shook your head, amused, and gave up. Some habits can't be broken right away after all.

           "When did you realize you liked me?" You asked Yoongi during lunch. He had prepared a picnic blanket for you two to sit on in the courtyard.

           "It's a secret." he hummed as he settled himself on your lap with a yawn.

           "What? Why?" You huffed.

           He smiled. "One day I'll tell you."

           You pouted. "Then I'll keep mine a secret too."

           "You started noticing me when I gave you my jacket." he smugly grinned, his eyes closed.

           "No." You tried to smother down your surprise.

           "Your tone just confirmed my guess was right." he cackled.

           "I said it wasn't!" You urged.

           "I'm calling your bluff." he poked your cheek, one of his eyes looking up at you. "Yah."

           "What?" You glanced down.

           "Come closer."

           "Why?"

           "I have to tell you something."

           "Well just tell me. No one's here."

           "It's embarrassing to say too loud."

           You were intrigued that something would be embarrassing for this shameless man to say. You dipped your head closer to his face to listen, but instead of saying anything, he kissed you. You straightened up immediately and glanced around. Blushing profusely you smacked him shyly, but he was already resting with a triumphant grin on his face.

           "Doesn't matter when or how we ended up liking each other." he hummed. "The fact is we like each other, and we're together now."

           You smiled and carded your hands through his soft, dark locks. "You're absolutely right."

           For the first few days of your new relationship, you two continued to be secretive with your closeness. You and Yoongi talked more openly and walked to class more often, but you kept any sign of your new couple status hidden. Until one day, Yoongi took a leap and intertwined your fingers in the middle of the hallway. You were panicking inside, but he kept talking, as bold and as confident as ever.

           "Hey." he smiled, seeing your evident nervousness. "Relax, no one's going to jump you."

           "Not yet, anyway." You whispered.

           "Do you not want to be with me?"

           "Of course I do." You squeezed his hand. "I just-- I don't know how people are going to react to...me."

           Yoongi smiled. "I'm sure they'll see what I see when they get to know you better. Trust me."

           You returned his smile, hoping that he was right.

           But he wasn't.

           When he wasn't around, people would confront you, call you names, subtly throw things, and pull your hair, antagonizing you. But you just let it pass, knowing that at the end of the day, you would be the one going home holding Yoongi's hand. To make things worse though, Jin began distancing himself from you. He wasn't as chatty with you as before; he wasn't as bubbly. He was still the same Jin, but not to you. You didn't have anyone to turn to.

           You thought the harassment would die down after a month or two, but it didn't; it only intensified as time passed, as people realized that you and Yoongi were serious. You began getting threats, and sometimes your outside shoes would go missing. But you were still happy regardless. Whenever Yoongi was around, no one bothered you two.

           But weekends were your favorite, because you could just be a regular young couple going on a regular date. Not Min Yoongi, star basketball player, and some random unattractive nobody. It was freeing, and you cherished the sense of normalcy where you could focus on just your boyfriend and spend quality time with him. He introduced you to his childhood best friend, Hoseok, who went to a different high school, and you introduced him to your family. Most weekends you two spent lazily, but sometimes, you two planned a big date to eat a new restaurant, go to the mall, to an indoor water park, or an amusement park.

           It was everything and nothing like you had imagined.

           When nationals approached for his basketball season, Yoongi wasn't around much anymore, but he called and texted you as often as he could. He couldn't walk you home or see you on weekends, so it saddened you a bit, but you understood that it was an important and busy time for him. He could potentially be scouted by colleges already, and he was vying for the position of captain of his team, which you always reassured him, he was a shoo-in for. But with his absence in your life, the degree of bullying picked up. And you pushed through it and hid it from him, because you knew it would hurt him to know his "friends" were like that, because you knew he cared about his image far more than he let on. You loved him, and this was the price of being with someone so admired.

           And you thought he felt the same, up until you walked into the classroom early one morning just to meet up with him after a long time.

           "So I know it's been a few months, but like...what's up with dating Y/N? Are you serious about her?" Jin's voice echoed in the classroom.

           You stepped back, unseen, and listened in.

           "Yeah, man. Like come on, you have so many hott girls lined up and throwing themselves at you." his teammates nudged him. "But Y/N? What? Is she good in bed or something?"

           "Hey." Jin scolded. "Let's not go there."

           "Oh Jin, you're so old fashioned." the boys chuckled. "So what is it Yoongi? You can't be serious about her, right? She's just temporary? I mean, next year we'll be seniors and you KNOW there's a bunch of hotties coming up from middle school. And if you're basketball captain-- WOW- you'll have your pickings."

           Yoongi laughed and nodded, "Yeah, you know. She's just super nice and friendly you know? I'd catch her staring at me from afar. Whenever I needed something, she'd give it to me right away. I didn't have the heart to turn her down when she asked me out. And you know, I didn't really have any interest in anyone so I figured why not? I mean, let's give everyone hope right?"

           The guys cackled and hi-fived each other with the exception of Jin who stood up and began walking away.

           "Poor girl. She thinks you're dating her for real, but it was out of sympathy. I bet she waits for you thinking you have basketball practice, but you're actually out with us and the older brothers hitting up clubs to meet college basketball coaches." they snorted.

           Your heart dropped and your eyes welled up at hearing everything. Had it all been a lie? Some of his story didn't add up, but why had he never told you about when he started liking you? Was it because your feelings for him were obvious and so he asked you out just to give you what you wanted and then dump you? Had he just toyed with you this whole time? And had he really lied to you about practices when he was going out? You would've understood so why did he keep that from you?

           "Are you serious, Yoongi?" Jin spoke out. "This is what it was this whole time?"

           Everyone stared at Yoongi intently. He glanced around in silence. Your heart was hammering intensely, praying he was just kidding, that he didn't mean anything he had just said.

           "Yeah, of course that was it the whole time. Why would it have been anything else? You can't seriously think I'd be steady with someone like her?"

           "You son of a--" Jin hissed.

           "Well then." You stepped out, fists curled up in a ball.

           "Y/N." Yoongi scrambled out of his chair, stunned.

           "Thank you for your precious time, Min Yoongi." You took off his varsity jacket he had given you to adorn. "But I won't be needing your sympathy anymore. Let's break up."

           You threw his jacket on the ground and sprinted away from the classroom.

           And that was that. 

           You waited for him to call, maybe to apologize or explain himself, but it never came. You two were back to being strangers, cold and unforgiving. You passed each other without batting an eye, and returned to your own orbits before ever becoming friends. You were beyond hurt. His words replaying inside your mind, night after night. How much had you endured for him? How foolish had you been? How many more things had he said about you while you weren't around?

           Rumors spread like wildfire that you had dumped Min Yoongi harshly. Extremely outrageous versions of the truth were created, all to make Yoongi look like the victim and you, the criminal. Some reported that you had punched and slapped him for no reason. Others claimed you had cheated on him and he had caught you with another man. You were flabbergasted, but sadly, no one was on your side. Everybody believed the rumors, and made sure you knew that they did.

           You were pushed down the stairs countless times, shoved into garbage cans. There were times when your desk disappeared from the classrooms. Times when you were the sole target during gym class. People vandalized your locker, locked you in bathrooms, dunked your head in the toilet, and even went so far as breaking into your house to take some of your things. You came home with cuts and bruises, and an extremely heavy heart. You regretted your stupid crush so much. You wished you had said no. You wished you had never decided to become his friend. You wished you had just brought your own damn jacket your sophomore year so you would have never noticed him. You felt so helpless and so appalled. This was exactly what you had wanted to prevent. This was exactly your worst fear, why you preferred books to people. People were cruel. Some people had no heart, had no qualms about hurting others.

           Instead of eating at the courtyard now, you hid behind the dumpsters during the break, hiding from the people hunting you down. And you weren't their lone target. Another boy from your class-- you couldn't remember his name at all-- but you knew he was one of the quiet ones who used to hang out with the popular boys, often ate behind the adjacent dumpster in hiding as well. You'd glance at each other, but never spoke a word. Even though you both were on the same boat, he would leave you if you got caught first and in turn, you did the same to him. Every day solely focused on survival, and your heart had hardened and turned cold through your experiences. Now even those who were just as unfortunate betrayed each other.

           Finally, your homeroom teacher stepped in and called you and your family into her office since your grades had been severely suffering as a consequence. You confessed everything that had been happening as of late, and she ended up privately teaching you in your house for the rest of your Junior year. Since students were still harassing you even in front of your house, your parents decided it was time to move. Your teacher helped your family choose a good school for you to transfer to in your new area, and helped get the paperwork together.

           "I'm truly sorry, Y/N." she hugged you tightly. "I had no idea that any of that happened. My heart hurts."

           You wept and shook your head. "No, thank you. You helped me more than you know just by letting me stay home. I hated that feeling, not knowing whether I was going to get caught by those students, when I was going to be shoved or attacked. If I would make it home alive."

           "I know. I'm so sorry. I'm really, truly sorry Y/N. And I hope you find good friends and happiness in your new school. Please." Your teacher wiped your tears. "E-mail me and update me as well. I'll always be on your side."

           "Thank you." You smiled sadly.

           And off you went, to escape the dark days of your life, to escape the thought of the boy who you loved that played you, and the resulting pain that he and your classmates had caused.

           Your new school was amazing. You actually made a fantastic group of friends, and joined a few interesting clubs with them, particularly robotics and fight simulation club.

           "Morning Mr. Bang!" You greeted your favorite teacher warmly.

           "Morning Y/N!" He smiled. "Tae and Jimin already started a training simulation in the back room if you want to join in for some morning exercise."

           "Always." You giggled then glanced over at him piecing a few new robot parts together. "New project?"

           "Yea. Trying to make a small laser that could be installed into a pin." he hummed.

           "Interesting." You blinked. "Good luck."

           "Thanks." Your teacher stated emotionlessly, already back to intensely focusing on his daunting task.

           "Morning boys!" You hollered as you put on your simulation suit and helmet.

           "Y/N!" The two greeted excitedly. "Good! We need you!"

           "Yeah, cause Jimin still isn't good." Tae whined.

           "Hey! I'm improving!"

           You snorted as you pressed a button on your helmet and joined them on the simulation pad. "Well, now that the gang is all together, let's get this mission completed."

           You really, absolutely enjoyed your time in this club, going so far as to take up martial arts lessons and frequenting the shooting range as hobbies. Through Mr. Bang's guidance as well, you found that you had a knack for robotics and inventing new things. You enjoyed the way your intellect now had a real life application, past textbooks, papers, and quizzes. You liked the challenge of coming up with battle plans, assigning roles, figuring out how different devices go together, etc. But as far as your future plans went, you had no idea what you wanted to do with your life. Luckily, you, Jimin, and Tae were all on the same boat so you didn't feel too left behind. However, the end of your Senior year was approaching, meaning you three needed to decide on a school and a legitimate, achievable career plan.

           You sat in Mr. Bang's office, since coincidentally, he was your homeroom teacher and in turn, your guidance counselor.

           "Y/N. What're your plans in terms of college and career path?" He questioned as he pulled out your information sheet. "You had written 'to be decided' earlier this year."

           You bit your lip.

           "Are you still undecided?"

           You looked down. "Yes..."

           Mr. Bang smiled. "Great."

           You glanced up, surprised at his response. "Great?"

           "Y/N. Have you ever thought 'Wow, I wish something like this fight simulation and robotics club could become a career'?"

           You blinked, "Yeah, actually."

           He grinned. "Well, it can be."

           "Really?" Your heart fluttered excitedly.

           "Have you ever heard of Big Hit Agency?"

           "Um no..."

           "Good, 'cause it's a secret agency." he laughed.

           "A secret?"

           "Y/N." Mr. Bang leaned in closer. "Would you like to be trained to become a secret agent?"  

            Your grin widened and your eyes lit up brightly. It dawned on you immediately. This was it. This was exactly what you had been searching for, what you wanted to do with your life. You wanted to gain the power to protect others, and make the world a far better place than the one you had experienced, without needing to be tied to one place for too long.

           You were going to become a secret agent.

           So you packed your bags, and went to Big Hit Agency's training sect in your city, disguised as a small college. It was 4 years of intensive training, and once you "graduated", you would be assigned a career in the agency, based on your performance and rankings cumulatively from all 4 years. And it was run similarly to a college. You stayed in dormitories, had to go to class, and participated in fun competitions and events, except they were far cooler than regular colleges. Your classes consisted of hand-to-hand combat training, weapons training, fighting simulations, robotics & invention seminars, piloting aircraft lessons, and Survival 101. The competitions were a wide array of combative tournaments in various specializations such as archery, shooting, robot fighting, etc. Every day was a dream. And coincidentally, Tae and Jimin also were invited by Mr. Bang to join the agency, which made the experience all the more enjoyable for all of you.

           And you hadn't thought of Yoongi, your first love, the boyfriend that had humiliated you and broke your heart all on the same day, for years. No, you didn't become an undercover agent just so you could become someone new, someone different, someone better. You didn't graduate at the top of your training class to prove to him that, unlike what he had said back in high school, you were worth it, you were enough, you had something to offer.

           And yet, when you finally convinced yourself that you had escaped his hold on you; that you were going to step into the new world of being a secret agent, filled with adventures, thrills, and challenges, there he appeared, tauntingly flashing his gummy smile as you entered the room with the rest of your training class. How you had spotted him amongst the crowd of graduates from various training sects, you had no idea. But you felt yourself sink back in line, praying you were hallucinating and praying you two would never have to cross paths, because there were sheer thousands of training agents and only limited spots in the most coveted division of the agency-- the SA -- the Special Agent Division. The SA was specifically reserved for the most promising agents of the highest caliber, because this division was in charge of taking on the most advanced, and highly secretive and sensitive cases and investigations. These agents were always on the field, putting their skills to the test in life-or-death situations. But why was Min Yoongi here out of all places?

           "Y/N."

           Your name being called out by an official at the podium pulled you out of your thoughts. Your class separated to make a path for you to walk to the stage. You had missed the entire shpeal leading up to your name being called, but you could only assume you were getting recognition for being the top training agent in your class. You kept your eyes peeled forward, fighting back the urge to check Yoongi's reaction to your presence, not wanting him to know that you were already aware of his. Smiling brightly, you stood beside the official with your head held high and your shoulders back confidently.

           "I am proud to announce that Y/N of Class #1 has unanimously been chosen to be part of the Special Agents Division, for her outstanding performance in all training modules. Please give her a round of applause!"  

           You grinned happily and your eyes briefly flitted to where Yoongi was. He was wearing a stunned expression. Your eyes locked with his, but you averted hurriedly, heart beating wildly.

           "And unprecedentedly, the SA has chosen her partner among the other accepted training agents, for they both had achieved perfect scores on all simulations and training modules. We look forward to cultivating their amazing potential. Without further ado, her partner is none other than, Class #9's resident genius, Min Yoongi!"

           Your eyes widened in pure shock, and your ears seemed to drown out the thunderous applause that erupted from the announcement. Yoongi, with his irritatingly disarming grin, made his way towards you, eyes never leaving yours until he positioned himself next to you.

           As was custom when receiving your life long agent partner, you both turned to face each other and bowed deeply. Then you extended your hand boldly, and his slotted into yours gently, as it once had many years ago. He smiled warmly and squeezed your hand.

           "Long time no see, Y/N."

PART 1

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Take me home. - Part 1 / Luke Alvez - Angst Prompt request

This wasn´t requested by anybody, I chose the prompts :-)

Prompts: 86 - “Don´t be scared, I´m right here.” ; 76 - “You´re not alone.”; 72 - “You need sleep.”; 37 - “Thank you for everything.” and 35 - “You make me feel safe.”

Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mention of death and violence

Characters: Luke Alvez x Reader; mention of the reader´s family, the team of Season 12, mention of an unsub  

A/N: so this was a request by me idk. I just read somewhere something about how Luke loves to separate work and his personal life and since I am still such a fan of the episode where Emily almost adopted that girl I started to imagine what would happen if Luke would have to make this decision. (idk either man my brain is just weird and actually wants me to go to sleep but oh well.) Since this got so long, I will make it a two parter and que the other part for tommorrow. I hope you gus like it and please send requests of leave feedback (I´d like both but I take what I get :-))

Luke Alvez had never been someone who brought his work home or let his private life get affected by work. Not until that one case came up.

Emily, Tara, JJ, Rossi, Stephen, Reid and Luke were called in by the police department of Detroit, Michigan to help catch an unsub who killed families for yet unknown reasons. This is why the cops in Detroit needed their help. When the team arrived, the unsub already found his newest victims. This time, it happened to be a single mom and her teenage daughter who lived on an army base due to the father of this family being a member of the military but sadly died during defending his country in Afghanistan. 

This time, something changed in the MO of the killer. They did not know if it was by accident or if he wanted to change it unconsciously. He only succeeded in killing the stepmother of the family, Stephanie Vertes. The young girl, Y/N Vertes, survived the attack. He didn´t drug her enough to kill her. He most likly tortures the parents in front of the kids before he kills them, then he turns towards the kids. 

Y/N was rushed into the nearest hospital and when she regained consciousness, she went mute. This was her way of coping with the trauma. She did not talk to anybody; no one seemed to get through to her. No one but Luke. Y/N knew right then that he would be the only one who understood her even without saying a word. He told her that he was an ex-army ranger, but he didn´t need to tell her. She saw it. She knew it that she could trust him. He was just like her dad. A hero. 

The days went on and Y/N still did not talk, too afraid of her own voice. She communicated through gestures with Luke, but as soon as anybody else entered the room, she went quiet again. 

It took the team three more days until they finally caught the man and they could fly back home. This was the day which changed Luke Alvez´ life forever. 

Garcia tried to find any close relatives of the girl, but she did not find a single one. She was left alone and the thought of a young, traumatized girl being moved into a foster home or foster family broke Luke´s heart. After overtalking his thoughts with Emily and the team, he offered Y/N to come and live with him which she accepted immediatly. They filled out a lot of forms and after that they were free to go. After packing up some of Y/N´s most important things, they went on the jet to fly back to Y/N´s new home. 

After a four hour flight, they finally landed and Luke grabbed his and Y/N´s gear to head home. Emily gave him some time off to help Y/N adjust to her new environment and assured him that the team would be there for him and her if they needed anything. With this in mind, Luke and Y/N went on their drive to his apartment. He did not dare to say a word because he did not want to overwhelm the young girl. 

20 minutes later, they arrived at the apartment complex and they headed inside. Luke unlocked the door and was immediatly greeted by Roxy. He knelt down to pet his dog. 

“Hey you! Missed me?” He smiled brightly and his smile seemed to be contagious because Y/N started smiling too for the first time since the incident. 

“This is my dog, Roxy. She loves to cuddle and to play. I hope you don´t mind her being her.” Y/N shook her head, still smiling and crouching down to play with the dog. Luke watched the two for a while before he got up. 

“I´m gonna put your bags into the guestroom and then I´ll prepare some food. I´ll be right back.”, he said, but Y/N did not seem to listen; she was too busy playing with Roxy. 

30 minutes later, Luke, Y/n and Roxy finished dinner and while Roxy went to take a nap, Luke and Y/N cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen. It was already past midnight and Luke could see that Y/N was struggling to stay awake. After he cleaned the last plate, he said: 

“Why don´t you go and get some sleep? It´s pretty late and you need some rest.”

Suddenly, her mood changed and the agent saw that the young girl started to panic. 

“Hey, it´s okay, it´s okay. Don´t be scared, I´m right here. I´m not going to leave. You´re not alone.”

Y/N started to cry. She indeed was too scared to go to sleep because of the nightmares which haunted her every night. They did not seem to go away. She was scared to be confronted with what happened and the fact that she was all alone in this world. 

Luke tried to hug her, but the girl flinched and backed away from him, steading herself on the counter. “Y/N...it´s okay. You don´t have to be scared. I won´t hurt you. No one will ever hurt you again, okay? Trust me. I am here and I won´t leave you anytime soon, but you need sleep.”

Y/N again started to panic and shook her head. Although she knew that she really needed sleep, she just couldn´t. That´s when Alvez had an idea. 

“Okay, what do you think about this: We´ll pick out a movie, do some popcorn and get comfortable on the couch since you don´t want to go to sleep yet?”

She knew his intention behind this, but anyway she agreed to it because it sounded less scary to just “pass out” into sleep than laying in bed and waiting for sleep to consume you. 

After being 15 minutes into the movie, Y/N slipped into a kinda peaceful sleep and Luke carried her to her room. He let the door of her room open so he could hear if something was off or bothering her in her sleep and to show her that she was not alone. He then went to his room and got ready for bed. He too was exhausted from the days and finally got into bed himself to catch some sleep. 

Adding the tag lists:

CM: @imagicana​ @marvelfanlife​ @illegalcerebral​ @milkandcookies528​ @liz-a-22​ @sunreid​

Luke: @imagicana @littledizzyhurricane @paralelopipedd @sayernita @thehappytalecollector

#criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #luke alvez angst #luke alvez imagine #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez x reader angst #take me home part 1 #by criminal - navy - writings #luke alvez is bae #give him children #thank you