#go commit crimes with your pocket little guys

[r-aindr0p]

Y'know those stress balls with the goop inside and when you squeeze them all the goop goes to one area and stretches it out?

Anyways I think that's what happens when someone squeezes your little guys

I love this idea and kept thinking abt this, thought i’d make a little little svsss thingies squishy chart

Sha hualing makes her mini debut as a sticky hand (with iron grip)

#svsss shitpost #svsss #svsss pocket size #sqq #lbh #sqh #mbj #zzl #lqg #tianlang shroom #sha hualin #they are all gremlins #all of them #you are the squishy can also be a sqq pov #go commit crimes with your pocket little guys #goop little wet rugs of characters #slow rising brioche bosoms #the squishable throwable stretchable green #the hand devourers #and the little slpat grippy creature #yea tianlang jun is high on his own spores

[cringe-but-proud]

JESUS!!!! Y'all ask, I deliver I guess 😟

Rainy walks Home

Hobie brown x reader! Read part 1 here!

Warnings: Mild swearing, mentions of a breakup, reader gets robbed at gunpoint 💀

A/n: PART THREE HAS BEEN MADE. Didn't anticipate you guys wanting this so bad lol. But, I'm not complaining. Requests are open!

In hindsight, agreeing to close up alone was probably a bad idea.

You locked the doors to the Domino's that you worked at behind you, pulling at the door handle to make sure it was shut tight. Suddenly, literally out of nowhere, it began raining.

You sighed, cursing under your breath as you pulled your hood over your head.

It had been a little over 3 weeks since your ex broke up with you and things were going... Fine. You weren't super torn up over the breakup, but you definitely weren't happy either.

The rain began to pour down, only getting worse with every step that you took. Normally, you wouldn't take shortcuts. There wasn't really a reason to since the walk from work to your apartment wasn't that long. But, today was an acception. It was dark, and cold, and pouring down rain.

So, you turned down an alleyway.

You walked through the narrow space, listening to the sound of your sneakers as they hit the wet pavement. But, something made you stop.

You strained your ears listening for something. You didn't quite know what.

Nothing.

You continued walking, only taking a few steps before stopping again.

You heard it this time.

Someone else's footsteps.

You turned around to face whoever was behind you, but before you could fully face them, you were grabbed.

Instinctively, you screamed and began to thrash around in the person's grasp, but they were bigger than you.

"Empty your pockets." The deep voice of a man said into your ear. You tried kicking at the man and he didn't even react. "EMPTY YOUR FUCKING POCKETS." He screamed. You reached into your pockets and threw your belongings on to the ground. Your keys and your earbuds.

The man briefly looked at the items before throwing you to the ground. Before you could even think to get up and run, he was holding a gun, pouting it at you.

You screamed and shrunk into yourself, holding your hands over your face.

"Give me your bag."

You didn't need to be told twice. You were shrugging away your bag, ready to hand over whatever this dude asked for when you heard a sort of "thwip!" sound.

You lifted your head and all you saw was a flash of red and blue full force swinging into the man who was robbing you.

You watched in awe as THE actual fucking Spiderman beat down the man who'd tried to rob you. In a manner of seconds, Spiderman had knocked the man out and tied him up in webs.

You were in shock and couldn't do anything but stare with your jaw agape. Spiderman turned to you and crouched down to your level.

"Y'alright, mate?" He asked.

You blinked. "Fucking no!"

"Yeah, fair enough." He shrugged. "Let's get you up then." He held his hand out to you and, after a short pause, you took it. He pulled you up from the ground with what seemed to be zero effort and dusted off your shoulders.

"Cops will probably show up to take care of this one sooner or later." He crossed his arms and inspected you for a moment.

You became aware of the fact that you hadn't thanked him yet. "Thank you." You said, finally calmed down from the whole ordeal.

"Nah, don't mention it." He brushed you off. "Just doing what's right."

You silently picked your things up from the ground, trying to ignore the thief that was knocked out a few feet away from you.

"Want me to walk you home?" He asked.

You paused, letting his words sink in for a moment. Spiderman was offering to walk you home.

...

Why?

"You probably have better things to do." You said, shaking your head.

"Not really. People are less likely to go around committing crime when it's pouring down rain." He shrugged his shoulders. "Besides, I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I didn't put the offer out there."

You thought over it for a moment. You would undoubtedly feel safer if Spiderman was walking you home.

"Okay." You agreed.

You were walking down the streets with Spiderman. You were with Spiderman. Walking to your apartment. Cool. Yup. This was fine. Totally normal situation.

"Sucks that this all happened in the rain, huh?"

You broke out of your own thoughts and managed a chuckle. "Yeah, I guess."

"I would offer you an umbrella, but," He motioned down to himself. "Spiderman doesn't carry around umbrellas."

"It's okay." You went quiet again, getting lost in your thoughts. He seemed to notice the trance-like state you were in and tilted his head.

"What's on your mind?" He asked.

You took a moment before answering. For some reason, you sort of wanted to be honest with him, really tell him what was on your mind. Maybe because you knew you'd probably never talk to him again; and you knew Spiderman wasn't gonna go swinging around, telling everyone your business. So, you spoke.

"I got broken up with a couple weeks ago."

"You're still hung up about it?!" He asked. The way he said it was strange. It was like he was expecting you to be over your break up, despite the fact that the two of you had never spoken before, so he shouldn't have any reason to expect better from you.

"I mean, I'm sort of over it. But..." You sighed. "When it first happened I was upset, obviously. He broke up with me over text while I was at work and I went on break to cry in the parking lot." He nodded along. "And then this... Guy showed up." This was the main thing that had been on your mind. "And I didn't know him, but he like... Comforted me. Just sort of made me feel better about the whole thing. He was super cool, and genuine, and like, really hot; and I regret not asking for his number or anything."

There it was. You had just spilled your guts to fucking Spiderman. God, you needed to go back to therapy.

You waited for him to say something in reply, and for a moment he was silent.

"Well, uh..." He trailed off. Oh god, you'd overstepped. He probably thinks you're weird. "That's what you were thinking about?" He asked.

"Yeah. It's weird, I know."

"Nah, nah. I'm sure he's been thinking about you too."

"Definitely not." You chuckled.

"You never know." He said. "You seem cool, so..."

You stopped walking, finally arriving to your apartment building. You decided to be a little more weird by asking for advice.

"So, what should I do? Like, should I look for him somewhere? Should I just move on like a normal person?"

He paused. "When's your next shift?" He asked.

"Wednesday." You answered.

"I'd say just... Go into work. Y'know, like any other day. He might show up."

You chuckled. "That's wishful thinking."

"Not from me, it's not. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Cause I've got Spidey senses." He said. The eyes on his mask narrowed and you could tell that underneath, he was smiling.

You shook your head, smiling as well. "Guess it'd be dumb to not take Spiderman's advice."

"Exactly. So, you'll do what I said?"

"Yeah." You shrugged. "I guess I will."

"Great." He began to walk backwards away from you, not yet breaking eye contact. "I'll see you around, yeah?"

You furrowed your brows in slight confusion. "I mean, probably not."

"Y'never know." Webs shot out from his wrist and he swung away without another word.

You walked into your apartment building, and somehow you were glad you'd taken that shortcut.

#x reader #fanfiction #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman into the spiderverse x reader #spiderman x reader #hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown x reader

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Ace, Lilia: Be Not Deceived

OH???? 👁️ One of the paintings in the background is the Ace of Hearts card soldiers… Does this mean we’ll get to see the actual character inspos for each boy, even the obscure ones like Jack and Sebek??? Will we finally solve a 3+ year long mystery??????? 🔍

… Also, not Ace casually wanting to go to karaoke with Scar 😭 (Funny, cuz he was denied hearing L*ona sing during Endless Halloween Night.) Figures that Ace would be the best at singing of the first years, the others are just no competition…

A Tale as Old as Time.

Not every work of art had a seriousness about it. In fact, Ace preferred to ogle the sillier pieces, finding solace in the nonsense and the chaos of them.

Hands shoved into the pockets of his finely tailored slacks, he found himself entranced by a bed of oysters. They were pried open, one half of their shells propped up to resemble bonnets. Their fleshy, round faces were still drowsy from sleep.

Little babies, the whole lot of them.

“My, you’ve taken quite an interest in that painting. I wouldn’t have expected it of you.” The remark came from Lilia, who curiously peered over at Ace from one side. “Have you an interest in oysters?”

“Nah, can’t stand’m. Especially raw,” he replied. “I was just thinkin’ of something I heard from back home."

“Oh?" Lilia’s large eyes glittered with a keen interest. “Now this I must hear.”

“It’s not really that interesting.” Ace shrugged. “A walrus dressed up in a suit to wine and dine a bunch of oysters—but the punchline is, instead of being taken out to dinner, the oysters are the walrus’s dinner! We have a Walrus-brand oyster sauce in the Queendom of Roses that gets its name from that story."

“Kufufu, I see! What a fascinating origin," Lilia mused. "It's a cautionary tale to not trust strangers. It brings to mind warnings to be wary of wolves in sheep’s clothing.”

"I guess so? The walrus looked nice at first glance, but he basically robbed a cradle. Seriously, who'd actually go and kidnap a baby like that? It’s just an exaggerated story to scare gullible kids into acting straight.”

Lilia's mouth adopted a mysterious, knowing smile.

"Oh, you'd be surprised!" he chuckled softly. "You never know when a big, bad monster might come in the night to steal you away from your family."

There was an eerie intenseness behind his every word, the magenta of his irises darkening to match. A shiver bolted down Ace’s spine. Lilia, too, was a creature of that very night that threatened to consume him.

"Y-Yeesh, you're freakin' me out, Lilia-senpai” Ace jokingly shoved his upperclassman. His fear had been fleeting, easily chased off with a laugh. “Don't say scary stuff like that. Halloween isn't for like another whole month!"

“Oopsie~ Perhaps I’m a little overeager.”

“I’ll say.” Ace rolled his eyes. “Sometimes I forget how weird you can be.”

“What, you don’t think someone as adorable as me could possibly be capable of committing a war crime or two?” Lilia grinned. “I’m not entirely innocent, you know.”

“You definitely wouldn’t be able to pull off any war crimes though!! You just act way different than your looks would suggest.” Ace rapped his knuckles on the wall beside the framed oysters. “Like the lying walrus.”

“Do you think I’m a lying walrus?” The question was teasing.

“Everyone is. There’s plenty of them in Heartslabyul too.” Ace counted off on his fingers.

“Loosey Deucy comes off like a straight-laced honors student, but he’s an ex-delinquent and dumb as a rock. Cater-senpai looks flashy and friendly, but he’ll trick you into doing his chores and leave you hanging. Trey-senpai’s got his weird teeth hobby… and then there’s Riddle-ryocho, who has a babyface but throws fits like an active volcano!!

“The Great Seven had parts of themselves that were surprising too. No one would think the King of Beasts would be the type of guy to be belt out a song, but he still did. That’s what moved the hyenas to join his cause. It just goes to show that you really can’t judge a book by its cover.”

"A good takeaway from the tale," Lilia agreed. "Taking the morals of a story to heart... you're very clever, Ace."

"The cleverest." He cheekily stuck out his tongue.

The knowing smile suddenly returned to Lilia's face. "I'm sure you have a wicked side to yourself as well. As you've said, we all have a bit of the lying walrus in us."

"No way, miss me with that. I’m the poor, helpless victim,” Ace grumbled, rubbing at his neck. It had stiffened considerably at the memory of his skin chaffing. “Haaah, if only I wasn't bullied so much by my dorm leader~"

"By Riddle?" Lilia smirked a little. "His temper is rather infamous. Silver and Sebek are his club mates. I've heard of Riddle's rage.”

"Dude, you don't know the half of it. He's always nagging me one way or another, and if I don't listen... BAM!

"'Off with Your Head'!!" Ace scrunched up his face in a show of pretend anger and pantomimed casting a spell by wiggling his fingers. The voice he adopted was elegant, yet arrogant—a replica of Riddle's. "Now you sit there and think about what you've done, Ace! The collar comes off when you've repented."

He fell back with a groan, Lilia's amused chuckle accompanying him in the otherwise quiet museum.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up while you still can."

From the corner of his eye, Ace spotted the oysters again. The entire bed, a colony of easily deceived infants. Unaware of the world and its eager, snapping jaws—the jaws of a well-dressed walrus.

“Guess a smile and a snazzy suit is all it takes to get people to waltz right into a trap, huh? With the right looks and attitude, even a villain can be made to pass as a hero.”

Ace tugged at the silver sash slung across his torso, drinking in the details of his luxurious platinum suit. A bow tie, a vest, a jacket with trailing coattails. Shining fabric, pure and unblemished.

He was all dressed up, with nowhere to go. Only lies to tell.

“You make for a good hero,” Lilia offered, “with that winsome charm and cheer of yours. Ah, but that’s not all. It never is. These old eyes can’t be deceived.”

“Whaaat? I can’t believe you’d side with Riddle over me. I’m being unfairly ganged up on here!! Aaah, my senpai are so mean to me…!”

His laments echoed off the cavernous rooms of the museum. Mere whining of a high school boy against the backdrop of great figures and illustrious history.

He was small, one little white lie against a sea of them.

“… Juuust kidding.”

Ace turned away, a wink thrown playfully at the painting of the oysters before their very doom.

As if anyone would believe that.

#Ace Trappola #Lilia Vanrouge #twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #disney twisted wonderland #spoilers #something no one asked for #Ace birthday takeover #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios

[rzyraffek]

Platonic yandere yautja x human child reader

Aww dad yautja😊 I didn't write for yautjas in months!! Hopefully u enjoy it!! Also i used they/them for kid. No tw, only cuteness and wholesome dad figure yautja👹 request open

Dad yautja with human kid

Bro is confused ??? Tf??? Why is there a child here??

He either found them abandoned in middle of nowhere or accidentally killed their perents, by 'accidentaly' i mean ofc he wanted to kill them he just didn't know there was a child nearby and now he feels bad

Kinda finds human pups ugly😭 why are you so smol and loud wtf

Dad!yautja after he kinda adopts y/n he gets too overprotective! Like dude won't leave their side at all, especially when you guys are outside; dude will pick them up and just carry around.

Can't cook to save his life, he kinda set kitchen on fire. And humans cant eat raw meat, so now you are on fruit diet for now (and veggies)

Had this parental instinct to teach them everything, how to shoot, find food, basic self-defence, overall taking good care of themselfs. But he kinda likes that he has to provide for them, it gives him control yknow

When he carries them around everywhere! He acually lets them sit on his shoulders or just hang on his neck😓😍

Cant say no to those cute big eyes! Yes he will let them 'decorate' his armor (with glitter and stickers) and he will let them paint his nails and he will lisen to them gossip about their friends.

If his kid is a little artist and walks up to him and says "papa i drew you!" He does not care that he looks like a lizard nor that they didn't color it perfectly. Dude is purring, picking y/n up and he carries this drawing in pocket everywhere

Other yautjas say that he spoils them, but he disagrees! Your a HUMAN baby, i mean yeah your basically one of yautjas now but!!! Your tiny! And your skin is so squishy!!!

He had to learn how to comb their hair cuz at some point y/n simply refused to cut it (me too lil guy) and he respects them so much he won't just do something against them

Kinda wishes he could understand human body language more

Also about body language i can imagine kid just kinda mimicing yatuja body language and habits. Like dad!yatuja will say "child please go to bed its late" the kid will just angry respond with a hiss👹 "hsssss👽🦎" "?????" If yaujtas had eyebrows, he would rise them

If y/n is a girl, and she has her first period? Dude panics! HUHH WHAT BLOOD??? FROM WHERE!?? UHHHH????

Dude tries to be a perfect father figure, he tries to have similar intrests with his kid so they can connect more, but if y/n is totally not into hunting, collecting, nature themed stuff, Yautja is more than happy to catch up with whatever teens are into this days, but he will judge the hell out of tv shows (if they watch any)

I kinda forgot it suppose to be yandere so it turned out to be just wholesome im so sorry

Understands that kid needs privacy but he will just go invisible mode and lurk in shadows! Like what if somone attacks you??? Or worse! What if you meet some humans that he doenst like??? What if they will tell y/n all lies about what 'bad war crimes' he commited and what 'murderous' his kind is!! Those are lies pls dont lisen to humans

No boy/girlfriends!!! Nuh uh!! Your his little baby you cant go doing all those... things... with some human. ugh! this person probably can't even hunt for you!! Or give you nice treasures!! Or build a pretty nest!! Why would you like them my child?? Look at all those trophies i gathered for all those years! You should stay here!

He loves the fact that he lives in some wild ass jungle and y/n cant leave him due to all those dangers around, plus he loves that y/n will always stay tiny(in comparison obviously) and weak so be basically needs to provide for them! Right???

I used x reader tags ONLY to reach bigger audience

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #yandere yautja #yautja headcanon #yautja x reader #yautija #yautja

[starlightshadowsworld]

Katai was not a stranger to Yokohama police station.They practically had his number memorised. Since he's been coming regularly since he was in school.

"Name?" Asked the bored officer. "Kunikida" said Katai, putting his hands in his coat pockets. It was freezing in here, he'd been half tempted to bring his futon but luckily the line was short.

"Full name." Said the officer, even more annoyed. Katai resisted the urge to sigh, man you'd think you'd remember the guy, you arrested.

But Katai remained polite, if only to speed this up. " Doppo Kunikida He's tall, blonde" incredibly handsome "he probably lectured you on how to properly make a left turn on the way here."

The officer paused, recognition in his eyes and somehow he got even more annoyed. "Oh that guy, yeah I know him he broke my buddy's nose."

Truly that man was the love of his life.

"Yeah, that's him. I'm guessing it was because your buddy attacked an innocent protester." Said Katai, pulling out his phone as he did so.

"No it was for no reason. I think you're friends got something wrong with him." Now, Katai might be a nervous wreck but one thing he couldn't stand was when people talked bad about his friends.

Especially his boyfriend.

Katai didn't let his anger show though."Your buddy wouldn't happen to be the same one who's committed 15 counts of aggravated assault in the last week, now would he?"

It had the intended effect of making the officers face pale, but Katai wasn't done.

"And he's not your buddy, he's you're older half brother on your mother's side. Former doctor, wife and two kids, a third on the way. And you're-"

"Okay! Okay! Stop!" Yelled the now terrified officer. Katai put his phone down "turn yourselves in, or I will."

The nervous wreck was gone, replaced by a rather confident and focused man. The shift was scary to the officer "who are you?"

Katai pulled a badge out of his pocket "Katai Tayama of the Armed Detective Agency. And I'll say it again, turn yourselves in our I will." He said, calmly while the officer was anything but.

"Did you set this up?!" Katai snorted, actually snorted like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. "Pfft nah, this is just a happy little accident. Now go get who I came for."

The officer was out of his seat in seconds and bought back Kunikida in record time. Katai's entire demeanor shifted, softening and he smiled as his now freed man.

"Hey Doppo, took yourself long enough." He said, pushing the filled papers and leaving the station with him.

"Katai, thank you for coming." Said Kunikida, a soft smile on his face that Katai matched. "Course dear, bought some take out I figured you were starving in here." Kunikida chuckled "thank you, prison food is a crime in enough itself."

He subtly looked back at the station before looking back at Katai. "That officer, what did you do?" Katai put on an the innocent face that anyone else would easily buy.

But not Kunikida who just stared at him, waiting. "Fine, it was just a simple search." He grinned "you'll be happy to know the guy you punched is your next case."

Kunikida blinked in suprise before laughing. He took Katai's hand in his and gave it a kiss "our next case." Katai blushes, kissing his cheek "I like the sound of that."

#kunikatai #kunikida doppo #bsd kunikida #bsd katai #katai tayama #bungou stray dogs #bsd

[majesty-madness]

A Past Encounter - Bucky Barnes x reader (nsfw)

Summary: Being in a relationship with Bucky, Y/N prided herself on knowing him quite well but when she’s accidentally teleported back to 1940, Y/N discovers that there is a whole other Bucky that she has yet to meet. The sweet flirt that had everything going for him before his unfortunate capture by HYDRA.

Word Count: 2300+

Warnings: modern Steve & Bucky, court proceedings, recently researched knowledge of the U.S Executive Branch procedures (I tried), light amount of politics, politicians (no one mentioned by name or related to real life), arguing, mentions of the Winter Soldier, court case involving Bucky that isn't fully written in this series, 40’s in general, 40’s Bucky & Steve, 40’s Bucky, small 40’s Steve, angst

a/n: not proofread. Commissions are available so don't forget to check that out!

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Chapter Twelve

Eerie is the morning air before the grand jury of the U.S government, especially when meeting with the President himself and of course, the dear Secretary of State. There was no helping it, the chance that they might get Y/N back was well worth the dread that grew in the pits of their stomachs. 

With Tony’s well established reputation, and the compelling wisdom of Steve’s character, they managed to swing an audience with the President much quicker than normal. The morning of the hearing, the tension around base was near palpable. 

“How long do you think it’s going to take?” Sam asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee. 

“It’s hard to say, a couple of hours at least.” Natasha sighed as she sat down at the kitchen bar, already dressed in a clean, feminine suit. 

“And that depends on how much time they want to stall before addressing the real issue.” Bucky quipped while rounding the corner from the hallway directly into the kitchen as well. 

Sam took a sip of his coffee then spoke again. “So I shouldn’t be expected back in time for dinner?” 

Natasha scoffed, a ghost of a smile on her lips. “Don’t worry, you’ll be back before your curfew.” 

Bucky didn’t say anything, not in the mood to deal with jokes or sarcasm. He hated going to court and the last time he went to court, it was over the matter of whether or not he should be pardoned for the crimes he committed as the Winter Soldier. The prosecutor at the time made a pretty compelling case of sending him to prison for the rest of his natural life, however thanks to numerous testimonies and the thousands of pages of scientific research conducted on him in the time he was brainwashed by HYDRA, the judge ordered that he be excused. He defended the man by stating he was not responsible nor at fault for the atrocities he was forced to commit by such a formidable enemy. 

That case had been a long, grueling one. The thought of going through it all again turned his stomach in knots. More than anything, he wished he could be with Y/N right now. 

Just then Tony and Steve came walking in, both dressed in suits. “Alright kiddos…” Tony started, “You got your bags all packed? Lunch money? Go to the bathroom one last time?” 

“What? They’re not gonna let us go to the bathroom?” Sam sarcastically asked, setting down his cup. 

“Guys, let’s focus please. We’ve got to go, they’re expecting us in an hour.” Steve gently scolded as he approached the team. 

Natasha sighed, staring at the counter for a few seconds then hopped off of the bar stool. “Well don’t want to disappoint them.” 

“I don’t know about that. I always found a strange euphoria in the disappointment of authority.” Tony casually remarked, sticking his hands into his pant pockets. 

Both Sam and Natasha offered a light laugh before Steve ushered everyone out to the jet with little to no question. The flight to the hearing was all but silent, everyone stuck in their own thoughts, contemplating what they needed to be prepared for. When they felt the jerk of the technologically advanced plane coming to a stop, they snapped their heads up and suddenly remembered where they were.

They stepped off the plane onto the runway, shoes making the quietest noise as each step made contact with the concrete. Despite the low risk of danger, Bucky’s heart was in his throat. The pounding throb of the living muscle leaving him feeling short of breath, and his hands twitching in and out of a fist especially as several guards and officials lead them inside of the capitol building.

“This way, the President, Vice President, and the Cabinet are preparing for the hearing.” A well dressed man said, gesturing to the big rustic doors of the building who they learned the night before was Tony’s attorney. 

Steve, who stood at the front of the group, politely nodded at the statement as they were then led down a hallway. At first it was just that, a long corridor but quickly cascaded into a tall opening with a single staircase spreading into two, one going left, the other going right. The archways lining the top floor held up by stone roman looking pillars, the round bulbed lamps giving off an orange glow contrasting of the bright light of morning. 

Instead of going up the staircases, the man led them off to the side which laid another set of doors; dark chestnut with a glossy coat making it shine. The man pushed the doors open easily revealing the rows of individual chairs, forming a half circle across the entire room, all facing the higher placed chair stain a deep brown color where the President was already sitting. 

The Vice President was there as well, sitting not far from the President with the rest of the officials taking their places in the room. And of course, one of those individuals was the Secretary of State, Thaddeus Ross; the very man who told them to leave the situation alone. Steve, Tony, Bucky, Natasha, and Sam all seemed to notice the man at the same time, sparing each other knowing glances. They all watched him as they passed some of the others, returning the icy glare that he was giving them before curtly turning their heads to take their seats in front of the President. 

Once everyone settled down in their chairs, an older woman with graying stood with a piece of paper in her hands and began to read aloud. “The court is now in session, and we will be discussing the appeal to overturn the decision to cease an outside investigation by the Avengers into the retrieval of retired SHIELD Agent Y/N L/N. The attorney of the plaintiff may now read their opening statement on this matter.”

The woman sat back down leading Tony’s lawyer to stand. He briefly cleared his throat, then spoke. “Thank you. Today we are here to discuss the details in which the decision was made by this court on the matter with the disappearance of Y/N L/N caused by the influence of a known supporter of-"

“HYDRA. A known terrorist organization set on the deconstruction and disorder of the people on a global scale and this man, James Buchannan Barnes was an asset to the schemes.” 

The people inside the courtroom muttered in hushed voices at the statement all the while Steve and Y/N shared scared looks before glancing to Bucky who sat at the front of the room, cuffed, dressed in a prisoner jumpsuit. He spared them his own look, not one of fear but of shame. 

“Now I ask the jury, the people, how can we let such a man walk free when he has caused nothing but death in his wake?” The prosecutor tried to reason with the jury, cleverly keeping an eye on their reactions.

“After all the testimonies, the evidence presented, we know for a fact that this man has killed over one-hundred people in his time with HYDRA. The world knew nothing of his existence until it was brought out into the light when he made an attempt on Captain Steven Rogers life; a born example of who makes this country strong.”  The man continued in his persuasion of the jury. 

Y/N again looked to Steve, witnessing his jaw clench and the concern swimming in his blue eyes at the remembrance of that day. She couldn’t help but feel the same, seeing as how as the Winter Soldier, Bucky had attempted to kill her too. 

“Think of your loved ones, your children, do any of you want your children to have to fear for their lives when one man could make them disappear off this earth, never to be seen again? I wouldn’t, and I know that none of you would because it would go against the ideals of justice, freedom, and peace this country was built on. And that is why I ask the jury to please think of a future in which we turn a blind eye and allow criminals to wreak havoc on our peaceful lives.” The prosecutor took one last to the jury, then the audience, then the judge then finally sat down at his table. 

There was a whirlwind of whispers amongst the people in the courtroom in the moment of silence before the defense attorney made his statement. 

“The defense attorney may make his case for Mr. Barnes.” The judge announced, hand gesturing to the suited man sitting next to Bucky. 

The D.A. gave Bucky the best reassurance he could offer with a nod and a tight lipped smile. He stood from his chair, clearing his throat as he did so and approached the jury. “It is indeed a fact that James Buchannan Barnes was involved in the many assassinations over the course of seventy years due to HYDRA’s advanced science, but it is in that very science that brings us to only one conclusion; he was brainwashed.” 

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat at the mention of his years of torture. While she never saw it happen, she knew the effects it had on his psyche. The nights he woke up thrashing in his bed, screaming, crying like he was going through it all again and every time she’d talk him back to reality, realize he was safe. 

“Following the incident in Washington, Agent Natasha Romanoff released highly confidential documents to the public to reveal the dark truth about HYDRA and in these documents was a file about the procedures conducted on Mr. Barnes in order to make him cooperate with their demands. In each session, they would strap him to a machine and electrocute him for hours at a time all the while recounting a series of trigger words and suddenly he’d be a weapon for their purposes.”

For a moment, Steve’s gaze ended in his lap upon hearing just a sliver of how much pain Bucky went through; he couldn’t imagine how it felt to actually be there. 

The D.A. continued, “Now I ask the jury to consider this question, is it fair to condemn a man when he was stripped of his free will? Is it fair to punish him for decisions that were not his own? I wouldn’t think so. A man who is not free to choose is an innocent victim in a scheme much bigger than himself, bigger than any of us. Someone like that should be given a chance, a chance to live the life that was taken from him for seventy years.” 

Bucky’s heart pounded so hard within his chest that it almost hurt, each breath of air shorter and heavier. 

“We are not savages, we are not hypocrites who dispose empty justice, we are the goodness that the generation after us will look upon for guidance. We set the path for righteousness, and it is our duty to make sure that the innocent walk free.” The D.A. witnessed a few of the jurors nodding, making him nod slightly back and much like the prosecutor, he looked to the people, the judge, then sat down. 

There was a moment of silence, allowing the words of both the prosecutor and defense attorney sink in, allow the jury to formulate their opinion. 

“At this time we will allow the jury to step away and come to a conclusion of whether James Buchannan Barnes is guilty or innocent. Please lead them to the conference room.” The judge said to one of the police officers standing by the doors. 

It felt like a lifetime as the jury walked out of the courtroom, and felt even longer as everyone waited for them to make a decision. Y/N was beside herself, constantly on the verge of crying at the fear that Bucky might be convicted and spend the rest of his life behind bars. Steve offered her a few words of encouragement which did make her feel the slightest bit okay. 

But when the jury met back inside, the small relief vanished. 

“As members of the jury, we have come to the decision that-” 

“We will deny the appeal to continue the investigation in the retrieval of Y/N L/N.” 

The team looked on in disbelief, mouths hanging open and eyes wide at the statement. “What?!” 

“It came to the attention of this court that due to the delicate circumstances in regards to Henry Tallis’ influence over some U.S. officials it would be best that the case be investigated by members chosen by this court alone and not be left in the hands of a third party even if the Avengers.” The President explained professionally, voice staying even and an average volume. 

Steve instinctively looked back to his best friend, seeing the anger on his face masking the heartbreak in his eyes. He wanted to spare some kind of comfort, but even Steve felt the despairing sting of hopelessness. 

________

She let out a guttural scream as she flipped the wooden table on its side. The sound of clattering tools and scratching of wood echoed in the small room. It was late in the night with no one around to hear, but even if it wasn’t she didn’t care. 

It wasn’t working, none of it was working! 

Y/N spent hours and hours trying to understand, trying to get it to work, trying to get home and it amounted to nothing. All this time amounted to nothing, she was stuck and now it was forever. Forever she would have to live the rest of her days in time she never belonged to, forever alone with the truth. 

As soon as the realization settled, Y/N crumbled to the cold ground eventually flopping on her side. The tears flowed freely down her hot face, the sobs wracking through her body with new vigor after each one, her body shaking uncontrollably, and the deep ache of sorrow entrapping her heart. 

She would never see him again.

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[borahaerhy]

Dealer (3) - myg

Summary: Your boyfriend seemed like a dream come true: always wanting to be around you, making sure you would get home safe, never taking his hands off you. These little comforts became your whole world, and then the only thing you were allowed to have left in the world. Luckily, your boyfriends drug dealer turned out to be a much nicer guy.

Pairing: DrugDealer!Yoongi x Female!Reader

Genre: Mafia/drug kingpin au, Y/N coming from nothing, found family, Eventual smut

Warnings: A concerning father-son relationship, More of Zeke being lowkey insane, New BTS member introduced!, hitmen, a dead body, a lot of other smaller stuff but only referenced and it has to do with the hitmen, so yk what to expect.

Word count: 1.5k (Ik short as fuck, apologies <3)

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Note: If you are sensitive or triggered by abusive relationships or manipulation in any way, please do not read this fic, it can be very triggering. It will also be referenced that Y/n used to self harm, and has self-harm scars. This is fic is going to cover a lot of intense topics, and there will be a lot of drugs.

“Goddamn it, Zeke, calm the fuck down so I can actually understand what you’re saying,” Jeff had honestly been sick of his nephew’s bullshit for a very long time. Sat hunched over his desk, half paying attention to Zeke and half paying attention to the papers on his desk that should be consuming his entire focus.  

“They fucking took Y/n, Jeff. Someone came in here and fucking kidnapped her; and I know exactly who did it,” Zeke’s voice was easier to understand, but shaking with the kind of rage that would scare anyone.  

Anyone except Jeff, that is.  

“So you want me to take the guy out and get your little girlfriend back?” Zeke started yelling again, not pleased with his uncle's disrespectful tone, but to put it simply, his response was “yes”. Jeff sighed, not wanting to waste any of his good men’s efforts on some low-grade pot dealer. He moved a few people around, checked to see who was available.  

Not wanting to send the guy who has yet to do a solo mission, he called in ole reliable.  

“Jay, get your ass in here,” He called someone on the buisness phone on his desk, after finally getting Zeke to hang up after assuring him he'd get you back. He hung up before they could even get a word in edgewise, and two minutes later, a man walked in in a baggy hoodie and sweatpants, hair disheveled and hands in his pockets as he slouched in his place.  

“Yeah boss?” Jeff looked up at his son, sighing at his disheveled appearance in the middle of the afternoon.  

“I’ve got a job for you. Names Min Yoongi, he’s a low-level drug dealer whose kidnapped someone. I need you to kill him and get her back,” Before Jeff could finish his sentence, his son had already pulled out his phone and looked for the name on any public records, then to see if he was affiliated with anyone.  

“No,” He slid his phone back in his pocket and turned around, ready to walk back up to his room and go back to sleep.  

“Jay, you’re going to want to do this one-”  

“Nah, I don’t think so. He hasn’t committed any major crimes or atrocities. He’s never hurt anyone, never sold anything harder than some weed, and he volunteers at animal shelters in his free time; I’m not killing him.”  

Jeff looked at his son with animosity, clenching his jaw as he began to type in a new number. As Jay began to turn around again, about to go back to bed for real this time, the other line picked up.  

“Min Yoongi, mid-sized drug dealer on the south side, kidnapped my nephew’s girlfriend. Kill him, get her and bring her back here. You have an hour.”  

Fuck.  

That was a fucking setup.  

Jay finished walking out of the door and ran up to his bedroom, needing to find out where you were as soon as possible.  

- 

“Oh, Y/n, this is my cousin, Jay.” You reached your hand out to shake his, bright smile on your faces as Zeke’s arm pulled you tighter into his side.  

“It’s very nice to meet you, Y/n,” He bowed slightly while your hands were shaking before he stood back up and let go.  

“Don’t mind him, his mom raised him for a while in Korea before they moved back here.” Zeke’s comment was meant to be insulting, but you had only been fascinated.  

“You grew up in Korea?” Jay’s smile returned to his face, not used to meeting people that had associated with his family that were interested in his culture.  

“Yeah, only until I was 11 though. Then we moved back here so I could meet the rest of my family.”  

“Wow, that must’ve been a hard transition at such a young age. Did you know any English when you moved here?” He was almost taken back from the emotion he could see spelled out on your sweet face. He couldn’t help but keep smiling, even at the thought of one of the worst periods of his life.  

“I knew a little; basic English is taught in most schools in Korea at a very young age. But it wasn’t so bad, I still had my mom,” You smiled at his facial expression only getting warmer as he mentioned his mother again. The two of you had sat and spoken for hours, Zeke never leaving your side, but rarely ever interjecting in your conversation. He sat near and spoke to the other members of his family, mostly of how weird it was that Jay was even talking to anyone, and how annoying it had been that it was you that he was talking to.  

The family gathering had come to an end hours after the sun had set and the food had been packed up and stored back in the house. You were saying goodbye to everyone as Zeke stood beside the car at the side of the road, annoyed and ready to leave.  

“It was really nice to meet you, Jay,” You spoke softly as he engulfed you into a hug that lasted a bit longer than it should’ve - something Zeke definitely made sure you knew after you got back home.

“My name’s actually Jimin,” You looked slightly confused as you pulled away from the hug. Jimin smiled. “No one here likes to acknowledge that I’m Korean now that my mom’s gone. Easier to pretend she never existed when my name's Jay.” You smiled again, this one slightly more sad than the previous bright ones you held so proudly upon your beautiful lips.  

“Well, Jimin, it was very nice to meet you. You can call me anytime,” You smiled and hugged him again briefly before making your way back to the car.  

Jimin had watched you walking away, and then never saw or heard from you again. He messaged you a few times but he never got any response. He had always known his cousin was not the best person from the time they had spent together as children. Sure, Jimin was a hitman, but Zeke was a million times more fucked up than he could ever even imagine being.  

Though, trying to think positively, he just hoped you had accidentally given him the wrong number. Not that you had lost your phone privileges from being too ‘overly flirtatious’ with him.  

- 

Jimin arrived at Yoongi’s house only 20 minutes after the newbie had gotten there. His car still being there wasn’t a good sign. Jimin sighed as he pulled on latex gloves and grabbed his Glock out of the glove box of his car. He got out and held the gun down by his side, being sure to be aware of every movement that was happening in the surrounding neighborhood as he made his way up to the front door.  

Dumbass.  

Jimin sighed as he pushed open the broken door, bewildered as to how he thought it was a good idea to shoot through the front door of a suburban neighborhood.  

Right inside the front door was the body of the man whose name Jimin could not remember, but was definitely the guy his father had sent on the job. The blood had stopped flowing from his as if it was all already completely drained from the pale face of someone that couldn’t be more than 20 years old; probably just trying to make enough money to support his family or pay off some debts.  

He sighed as he swept the house, making sure there wasn’t anyone else here before he made his way back out to the car, dialing his father’s number as he went.  

“Speak.”  

“New guy’s dead, looks like our low-level dug dealer is a little more than that,” Jimin put the phone on speaker as he pulled his lap top out of the back seat of his car and got to work.  

“I trust you’ll take care of it from here?”  

“On it boss.”  

It took Jimin less than an hour to get a clean-up crew in and out of the house, and had guards posted all around the neighborhood to keep watch on the house to see if anyone should return; and was sitting in some random parking lot trying to find anything on him that might suggest where he would have gone next.  

Every car, weapon and address listed as belonging to him at any point in time, and any known affiliates that he had. Aside from other mid to low-level drug dealers and the person who sold the drugs to them, there was only one other person he was known to be acquainted with.  

Kim Seokjin.  

Seokjin had been on their radar for quite some time; having had several hits put out on him in the past. They stopped accepting hits on him when everyone sent out to take care of him had never been seen again; no body, no trace, nothing. Even the people who hired them to kill him had gone missing seemingly overnight without a trace.  

Jimin groaned loudly as started his car and headed off to the only place he swore he’d never go.  

I just hope I can get to them before they get to Seokjin.  

-

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[marvins-linguinie]

roommates au anyone??

steve walks into the apartment and hears some commotion coming from the kitchen.

of course, he has to investigate, then finds eddie, and the rest of hellfire, playing d&d on the kitchen table

steve: couldn't you guys go anywhere else?

eddie: oh. hey, you're home. how was your day?

dustin: sh!

steve, completely ignoring dustin: it was good. nance picked robin up, so i didn't have to drive her home.

dustin: SHHH

steve: also, i need to tell you something after your ga-

dustin: SHUT UP, STEVE.

steve: henderson, you do realize that i live here, right?

will: be quiet, please! im trying to focus!

dustin: ha! see? even will agrees.

will: that means you too, dustin.

dustin:

eddie mouths something along the lines of 'you can tell me later'

steve sighs, and walks to his bedroom, kicking off his shoes, and laying down.

he pushes his glasses up, and continues to read his book.

after the laughs and arguments quiet down, eddie sits on the foot of the bed.

eddie: they left.

steve: m'kay.

eddie: i know they can be a little...

steve: extra? i've known these kids for about 4 years. trust me, i know

eddie: well, i was going to say much, but yeah, extra sums it up pretty well. if you don't want me to host hellfire here again-

steve: it's fine.

eddie: okay, good, because i was going to do it either way.

steve glances up at eddie, seeing a soft smile.

they make eye contact.

eddie: im... gonna go to bed. long day, you know?

steve: ...yeah. night.

eddie: wait, what were you gonna tell me?

steve [internally screaming because he thought eddie forgot]: nothing

eddie: what's going on?

steve: don't worry about it.

eddie: come on, harrington. share with the class.

steve: it's not important.

eddie, quietly: steve... did you murder someone

steve: wh- no! i didn't murder anyone.

eddie: tax fraud?

steve: no?

eddie: insurance fraud?

steve: I DIDN'T COMMIT A CRIME, MUNSON

eddie: okay, then what did you do?

robin gave steve a note to hand to eddie -that is, if he couldn't tell eddie- so, Steve pulls it out of his pocket, and hands it to eddie.

eddie starts to unravel it, but steve stops him.

steve: go to your room, and think it over. talk to me in the morning.

eddie? he's terrified of what the contents of the folded up note he's holding.

eddie walks to his room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

could steve be moving out? but, why would he not just tell him?

eddie stares at the paper for a few seconds, before slowly unfolding it.

"so, im guessing steve didn't tell you. this was a last resort type of thing. i don't know how or why he stringed me into this, but here we go. 1: steve is madly in love with you. he won't shut up. even at work, 'eddie this' and 'eddie that' like a middle schooler with a crush. now, as my duty as steve's best friend, i am going to get very serious. if you hurt Steve, emotionally or physically, i will hurt you. no, i will do more than hurt you. i will be wanted for murder. of course, you probably have some questions, so i'll answer them for you. he's had this stupid crush on you since the upside down. no, this is not a joke, or humorous in any way, shape, or form. it's getting annoying listening to your name because i've heard it so many times. as im writing this, steve is pacing in front of me, on the verge of tears. that's not normal for him. have you brainwashed him or something? anyway, you're entitled to your own assumptions, but by the way your face lights up at the sight of steve, im going to assume that you feel the same. - robin

p.s. don't let steve read this. he would probably kill me."

eddie's eyes start to water

how can steve like him? out of all people, eddie 'the freak' munson?

let's just say, neither steve or eddie slept that night.

early in the morning, right after the sun came up, eddie bursts out of his room

he can't find steve.

suddenly, steve walks through the front door, with sweat dripping off of his forehead.

steve: so... did you read it?

eddie:

steve: what uh... what do you think?

eddie: steve harrington has a crush on me? eddie munson? local freak?

steve: you aren't a freak.

eddie: okay, but you aren't denying it.

steve: just, tell me what you think

eddie: ..okay. it really wasn't noticable. like you hid it very well, so im impressed. i have half a mind to kiss you right now, but i think you want to talk about it first.

steve:

eddie: so, as a formal compliment, steve harrington, yes. i accept your offer.

steve: you can kiss me now.

after that day, eddie cherished that letter with his entire heart.

he placed it in a frame and hung it up in their living room.

and whenever someone would ask "what's that?" eddie would explain how steve made robin write a love letter for him.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #steveddie #stranger things #robin buckley

[ruby-serpentis]

horror au! leighton - head canons

pairing: male! leighton x gn! reader

warning(s): corruption, political corruption, obstruction of justice, coercion, mentions of grooming, nonconsensual voyeurism, guilt tripping

MWAHAHAHA I FINALLY FIGURED SOMETHING OUT FOR LEIGHTON!! enjoy you dirty leighton lovers ;)

this is also like...VERY LATE I’M SO SORRY GUYS. (anyways victorian leighton?)

reader is in their 20s, btw.

please note that i do not condone any of this behavior in real life. this is merely a work on fiction based on another work of fiction.

INTRODUCING...THE LUSTFUL JUDGE

you were born in a rough environment, per say.

living in an orphanage was not ideal especially with the caretaker bailey. she was strict, rough, and cheap. she did not care much about you or the other children.

but you eventually found a caretaker: a lovely man named doren and his spouse, sirris. they treated you warmly and with kindness. you loved your home despite the smallness. there was enough money to keep your stomach full so you didn’t complain.

things in your life went awry so quickly. the good thing that finally happened went away in the blink of an eye.

your father was accused of a crime he did not commit. you didn’t remember what. and he was shipped away, never to return.

you didn’t know what happened to sirris, only that you were then placed in the custody of the judge that sentenced doren to exile. he was never to return.

you knew nothing about the judge other than his name: leighton. that and you remember seeing him quite a few times when you used to live at the orphanage. he would converse with bailey often. there was something he wanted and that he would get, obviously.

he housed you as his new ward and kept you locked within his home. it was a nice home. lots of things to do. and for the most part, he left you alone which made you relieved. something in your stomach told you that the older man was off.

you would be unaware of his interest in you as you grew older. and you wished it stayed that way.

when you came of age, leighton started looking for a spouse for you. after all, you were his ward. it was his job to have you married off and perhaps even take a dowry while he was at it. a little extra money never hurt anyone. not that his pockets were empty. they were far from that.

leighton knew quite a few people in high places. old money, new money, aristocrats, factory owners. he knew them all. after all, they supplied money in his pockets if they needed a favor. some of them he’s been working with since he was a young lawyer.

but you? you showed no interest in marriage, despite your popularity. you had people approaching you for marriage almost every day. proposals flooded the mailbox of your home. people even came up to you on the street to ask for your hand.

and you said no to every one of them.

it was cute when you were young. leighton chalked it up to your spritely young attitude and growing into an adult in society.

but after you turned 20, it was no longer cute. you might’ve ended up being unmarried for the rest of your life.

the judge started getting more involved in your life, much to your annoyance. he even started chaperoning you when you went out. normally you would’ve been chaperoned by one of his henchmen or even a house servant.

leighton started to question what to do with you. if you weren’t going to be married off, then you would be stuck with him. and that was not right...was it? supporting you until he died, passed his properties onto you?

it wasn’t until after your most recent birthday did he start seeing you...differently.

he started noticing your attractiveness, your intelligence, the way your body moved sensually and how the clothes clung onto you. you were sweet and melodic. despite the grayness of the world, you were gentle and kind.

despite having him as your guardian.

he was perhaps one of the most corrupt people to exist in town. well, there were others that could be considered worse. but who had the most influence and power? he did. no one else.

and you seemed to grasp none of it.

you were untouched, untainted. and it was because of his influence that you were this way.

and perhaps, if he had married you off, you still wouldn’t be the sweet, pure soul that he recognized you were.

at one point, this obsession grew to the point he had a hole cut in the wall. it was small and hidden well. you didn’t seem to notice. but he would remove the small painting covering it to spy on you, to watch you.

some nights you read and wrote, working on your novel. (yes he had absolutely gone through your room and desk. your writing was quite exquisite)

other nights you looked wistfully out your window, sketching something on your windowsill. a butterfly, a flower you bought from the florist down the street, a book you took from your shelves.

and then there were the nights you...indulged. in earthly pleasures.

your little moans were so lewd and the way you would bite down onto your pillow to muffle your sounds? so so cute.

he was pawing at his own cock, feeling himself get hard so quickly. he wondered what you were thinking about while you touched yourself. could you possibly be thinking about him? that got him even more hard.

he loved those nights where he would watch you from his study, hand smoothly gliding down his shaft. he imagined how warm your mouth would be around his cock and how warm your hole would be, how the walls would clench around his cock, desperately trying to drain his balls.

leighton had to have you.

you needed to be his.

“i will marry my ward.”

it was a sudden announcement to the servants. even his henchman was surprised. alas, he did not say anything. they were all paid to keep quiet and work on the wedding arrangements in private.

getting measured for new clothes was nothing new. so it was routine for you. you didn’t suspect a thing.

after getting your measurements taken, you went to the market to scout for something to buy. you had a little more allowance than usual and wanted to spend it on something.

as you stared at the inventory, a charming man caught your attention.

he was running the stall and he wormed his way into your little heart. it was for sure a marketing tactic, trying to convince you to buy his potatoes or maybe a bottle of fresh milk.

and yet, it worked. you were practically putty in his hands.

you got his name: alex.

“will you be here tomorrow alex?”

“of course. you’re welcome at my stall any time.” his smile was warm, his voice gentle. not to mention his body.

you came home with a skip in your step, excitement bubbling in your veins. leighton thought it was strange. you never expressed such a thing in your demeanor.

and when he asked what had happened, you didn’t answer. you brushed him off, ignored him.

he had a servant ask you and come to him when they had to answer. and you answered honestly this time.

“they met a man, sir.”

“you are dismissed.”

leighton sat and contemplated. there was no way this boy from the country would interrupt his plans to marry you...right?

oh how wrong he was.

young love was like adrenaline. it pumped through the body quickly and fiercely. except unlike adrenaline, the feeling of love and care for alex didn’t leave so quickly.

you visited the markets every day for two months straight just to talk to him, to get to know him. he even walked you through the park or down the shopping streets. you were getting...cozy.

and you were also moaning his name at night.

leighton decided he had to act quickly.

the same night of your wedding with him, you were going to meet with alex in town. alex had plans to formally court you and he was excited.

he waited in front of the address you gave him, faithfully. he was nervous and dressed in his best clothes.

but you never came out.

he wondered where you were, waiting for hours after you guys were supposed to meet.

and that’s when it happened.

it happened so quickly. he was hit on the head, hard, during the night. no one was around to see. the people that saw on the street turned a blind eye in favor for the money coming from the judge’s pocket. and then he was thrown into a carriage and taken away.

you, on the other hand, woke up in a cellar, locked in a literal cage with your ankle chained to the wall. you banged, screamed till your lungs hurt. nothing. you were weak after hours of trying to escape and decided to sleep.

leighton thanked the woman who made the cage, telling her to ignore your pleas for help and screams. “my ward is quite dramatic. i am doing this for their own good.”

“sure.” she scoffs.

“truly your finest work eden.” leighton presses the bag of money into her hand. “should be enough for you to retire to the countryside.”

she doesn’t say anything, following a servant out of the house.

the hours passed and you jumped when the door to the cellar open and saw your guardian. “leighton!” you exclaim. “please! let me out of here!”

he smiles but it unnerves you. it doesn’t reach his eyes. he dangles the keys to your shackles and cage in his hand. “awww. poor little dove.” he chimes. “all locked up. i’m sorry to have to do this to you.”

...have to do this?

“i couldn’t let that boy court you. if he courted you then you would not be...well, mine.” he lets out a chuckle.

“i am not yours! not even as your ward!” you exclaim.

“tsk, tsk. you misunderstand, little dove. you did not want to marry. i debated if i should just arrange something for you. but why would i do that? i realized that you must not have married...so you can stay with me.”

you scoffed at the idea. you remained unmarried for your independence, something that being with leighton gave. he wasn’t involved in your life. why was he suddenly getting involved now?

“i decided to grant your wish. you can stay with me permanently. it’s a promotion even!”

your stomach sank. “no...no!” it cannot be what you were thinking of.

“little dove, our wedding is tonight. private of course. with two witnesses.” he sighs wistfully. “and you have no choice but to accept.”

“i can still say no!”

“are you sure? do you...want to be alone? thrown out onto the street? no one will want you. your birth parents didn’t even want you and no one else in that barber’s family wanted to take you in. who would dare publish your book? horrendous and cheesy and oudated.” he’s read your book! since when? “you won’t be able to make a living. and then you will get desperate, perhaps turn to crime or sell your body. you’re cute, people would pay to ravish you. but you wouldn’t want to be demoted to such a state, would you?”

leighton steps forward and crouches, staring deep into your eyes. you felt shivers run through your body. you felt like an insect under observation by a madman.

“you have no one but me little dove. i took you in under the kindness of my heart.” he places a hand over his chest. “will you repay with such hostility? i would hate to see you become a whore.”

even if you wanted to reject him, he was...right. in almost every sense.

the worst part about leighton was that he spoke the truth. how many people would want to read your novel? it was pointless to even consider publishing.

your silence was golden and he watched the way the gears turned in your brain, the way he pondered and thought.

you spoke through gritted teeth. “...i will...marry you.”

a smirk creeps onto leighton’s face. he made a mental note to find a publisher for you.

“that’s a good little dove.”

#degrees of lewdity #dol #dol leighton #leighton the headmaster #ruby's horror au #horror au #leighton x reader #dol leighton x reader #x reader #gender neutral reader #female reader #male reader

[vigilantebarbie]

i keep my jealousy close chapter one

chapter two

It all started with finding out that there was a vigilante in Evergreen, appropriately named Vigilante. It scared the shit out of you knowing that there was some murderous person out there who seemed to be killing anyone who broke even the smallest law.

Some jaywalker had been found cut to ribbons one morning, and another day someone the traffic cameras had picked up speeding through a red light was found shot in their car. You didn't realize how bad it was until you went into the Italian restaurant, Fennel something, next to your laundromat to break a $20 when you overheard the staff gossiping about the latest death. Some bank manager who was on trial for embezzlement was found dead in his home, along with his partners in crime. "It was another Vigilante job, apparently. The security cameras were cut before the murder." The hostess squeaked out, sounding almost panicked when she said that, almost like she was guilty of the crime herself. She looked barely older than sixteen, so there was no way in hell she could even commit that sort of crime. Not if she was working at a restaurant for her first job.

"Maybe the bank guy killed someone, Madison. Personally, I'm glad Vigilante got rid of him so now we're all safe." Your head whipped around to find out exactly who had said that & your eyes settled on who appeared to be a busser, based on the half-full dish tub in his hands, standing there and looking directly at the hostess, Madison, with what looked to you like anger and disbelief. Vigilante had a fanboy, who knew? "The less scummy people the better if you ask me" Fanboy chimed in before Madison could get another word in "But what if I accidentally run a red light like that guy last week? I'm only seventeen, Adrian!" This was going to get interesting fast. Sitting down silently to watch the two argue for a few minutes before clearing your throat to finally get your change so you could do your laundry.

Both of them jumped at the sound of your voice, Madison hastily apologizing for making you wait. "It's okay, promise" You assured her with a genuine smile "I was just wondering if you could break this $20, the change machine at the laundromat only takes fives and ones." You were semi-new to Evergreen, you needed a fresh start after ending a long-term relationship that hadn't made you happy since the beginning. Leaving that loser behind was the best thing you had ever done for your mental health. But now you had to make new friends and create new experiences. Thankfully you were a writer and could work just about anywhere since you always got to work from home.

"Sure thing!" Madison chirped, counting out loud as she counted the change a little slowly, but who could blame her? Numbers suck. You couldn't help looking around as you waited, noticing the fanboy busser, Adrian as you recalled hearing Madison call him. You definitely admired the guy for being able to work semi-peacefully with a teenager. You'd never really liked teenagers, even when you were one. He had to be around your age, roughly late twenties.

Trying to not stare when he heaved the full bus tub up with ease, you turned your attention back to Madison, fairly certain that Adrian had seen you looking at him. “I appreciate it. Hopefully, I won’t be back to break a bill again & actually remember to get what bills I need for laundry. Or save for a washer & dryer so I don’t have to go to the laundromat anymore.” You rambled. Now you had to actually leave before they started to judge you for not being able to shut up. "Anyhoo, see you guys around" Raising your fingers in a salute, you turned and left, hearing Madison mumble "Old people are so weird" on your way out the door. Shoving the change in your pocket while you went back to the car to get your laundry and headed into the laundromat with your airpod knock offs connected, portable charger ready to go, you put on a podcast to listen to while you passed the time between loads being switched over, thinking about the weirdo from the restaurant. Why had he defended Vigilante so eagerly? And why had you been so impressed by the way he lifted that full bus tub onto his shoulder? You couldn't get that image out of your mind for some reason and it was driving you insane. So much so, that your Fitbit picked up your heart rate increase while you were sitting there, listening to two strangers talk about American Girl dolls or whatever.

Little did you realize that Vigilante fanboy, Adrian, had noticed you too, and had heard everything you told Madison about the laundromat. After his shift ended, he made his way to his car, conveniently parked close to yours without him even realizing it. He could see everything through the big window, watch everything you were doing. That was creepy. But he couldn't bring himself to look away while you sat on top of the laundry counter, singing along to some song he couldn't hear, swinging your legs and aggressively pointing your finger like you were at some punk show and not doing errands.

This wouldn't be the last time he'd see you, he decided. It couldn't be. Not when you were so intriguing.

#i keep my jealousy close #adrian chase #adrian x reader #adrian x you #vigilante x reader #vigilante x you #peacemaker 2022 #me finally posting my fic here? yes but slowly

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Helpless part 28, this is the part I started this fic for (I'm not even joking)

Warning/ sh

The monster grabbed Hazel, ripping her in two, Nico tried to scream but no words came out of his mouth. He saw Frank, yelling, charging at him, bow in hand. Tears streamed down his face, yet a voice whispered that he deserved this, that he needed to suffer. He saw Bianca leading into battle under the lead of Thalia Grace, he was frozen. She shot an arrow to his shoulder, Nico fell to the ground with the sudden burst of pain. He tried to run, run from his problems like he always did, he was lost in about ten seconds, without a clue where he was going, the Labrynith. The maze went dark, then suddenly a burst of light came through, in front of him was Will Solace. He ran to him, trying to find comfort in anything yet the blonde boy pushed him to the floor.

"You're a pathetic little fag Nico, nothing more. You run from all of your problems, you deserve to suffer for your crimes, you disgust me." Nico turned and ran, ignoring the taunts that came from th boy he loved. Then he saw that memory again, the one that he wished he could erase from his mind. He was nine, that day his mum took him and Bianca out. They had gone to church like every other Sunday but his day was different. Nico always hated the Catholic Church, no one knew that, he would have been killed for that crime. They always forced him into white, making him recite bible verses, telling him everything was a sin, he hated it from the first day he could remember going. The day they threw the white fabrics at him, cutting his hair, claiming it made him look too much like a girl and that would be sacrilegious. But this was the day he knew, he was certain it was evil. He was clutching his sisters hand, two guys were on a platform, rope around their necks, couldn't have been much older than 15. He remembered looking away after the lever was pulled, he remembered the priests words.

"They were hung for the crime of homosexuality, a purely disgusting sin. They may have been children but they deserved to die, for the have committed the worst sin of all time." Nico never spoke about that day, it was one part of his nightmares that hadn't left him since that day. He remembers crying, Bianca telling him it was alright and they had done something wrong, that he didn't understand. She never knew what his thoughts were, she never knew he was just like them. He imagined what his life would have been if he wasn't in the casino, would he be married to a girl he never loved? Who he have run? Or would they have finally broken him into what they thought he should be? He heard the snap of the necks, two voices, Hazel and Bianca's both muttering in his ear. Percy choking him against that wall, this time yelling.

"You're a disgusting thing, no wonder your sister joined the hunters without a second thought of leaving you behind." Nico wanted to scream. The son of Hades woke up in a cold sweat, shaking. He couldn't take this anymore, not the fucked up demigod life, not knowing everything that had happened before him, not after what he'd gone through.

"I'm sorry Hazel, I tried, I really tried. But you don't need me." He whispered though the tears. He lit a cigarette letting the nicotine fill his lungs, it didn't help. He didn't want to feel, more he didn't want to live. He drained a whole bottle of vodka before pulling out his pocket knife, he dragged it across his skin, cuttings as deep as he could. He felt a light sting and the blood covered his palms, again, he needed to feel something. He carved a word on his other arm, horizontal cuts all around it, everything was covered in the scarlet liquid. The Ghost king pulled off his shirt and cared the word faggot down his chest, he could feel his head getting lighter, he felt like he was about to pass out he looked over to his hands where cigarettes burns littered them and added another two to the collection. He looked down at his thighs, littered with scares as he dragged the blade across, letting the blood soak everything, he could feel himself losing consciousness but he didn't stop, he would be dead in five minutes, and he wanted to make that time sooner if he could.

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Mutual Benefits

Neggie/Negan Smith x Maggie Rhee || Rated: E || Words: 3.4k || CW: Dubious Consent

Summary: Negan wants something special from Maggie in return for helping her rescue her son.

A/N: Shout-out to the people in the Neggie Discord server who encouraged me to write this! :] I've been wanting to write this idea for a while but was scared I shouldn't write it because it was dark. Thank you guys! <3

AO3 || FF.net || ↓

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Maggie slowly made her way towards the motel rooms, in search of Negan. She's been searching for him for weeks now as she needs his help and the bartender at this place tipped her off that he was here. She made it to the rooms and began searching. In the first one, she could hear a couple arguing but she did not recognize either voice. The next few rooms showed no signs of life but then she came across one where, in the window, she could see clothes and various other items lying around, indicating that someone was living here. Slowly, she opened the door to the room and entered. There was no sound of anyone inside. She quietly made her way through the room, checking the bathroom and closet, but no one was here. Maggie began looking over the items in the room for any hint towards Negan. She made her way to the dresser and saw two items that stuck out to her. There was a bracelet, which she picked up and inspected. It looked much like the one she remembers Annie wearing. She then placed it down and picked up the other item, a knife that looks similar to one that Negan had.

"Making yourself at home?" A voice suddenly said, startling Maggie. She whipped around to face the source of the offending sound, knife still in hand and ready to strike if needed.

"Dammit, Negan, you scared me," she scolded the culprit of her fright. He was standing in the doorway of the room and he laughed. "Sorry. But I could've done a lot worse considering you're trespassing in my room," he told her. Maggie rolled her eyes at that. Negan came in fully and closed the door behind him. He took another step but Maggie instantly instinctively held up the knife in a threatening manner. Negan stopped in place and put his hands up in surrender. "Hey, relax. I'm just going to sit on the bed," he tried reassuring her. Maggie studied him for a moment and then nodded in approval. Negan did as he said he would and moved over to the end of one of the beds to sit on it. Maggie moved to the other end of the room to create distance between them in case he tried anything.

"Where's Annie and your kid?" Maggie asked him, genuinely curious. Besides the bracelet, she hadn't seen any sign that they were living here in this room with him.

Negan sighed and a forelong look briefly crossed his face. "It's… complicated. But I'm here alone," he simply said. Instead of explaining, his expression changed back and he decided to change the topic back to them. "So, what brings you here to visit little old me? Either you're not here to kill me or you have gotten seriously rusty," he teased her with a small smile on his face.

Maggie reached into her pocket to pull out a piece of folded paper and walked over to Negan. She held it out for him to take and hesitantly, he did. Maggie moved back to where she was before as Negan opened the paper to look at it. It was a wanted poster for him that featured a drawn picture of his face, a description of the crime he had committed, and a warning to people about who he was and to stay away from him.

"Goddamn, for a wanted man I look good," he smugly said in response. He looked up at Maggie. "Can I keep this?" He asked her. She didn't respond. "I'm keeping this," he told her and folded it back up to put in his pocket. "But you still haven't told me why you're here, Maggie."

"A few weeks back, I got raided. Outnumbered, overpowered, stole all our grain. Said they'd be back in a month for more. A month after that…" She paused, getting a little choked up at the memory. "Took a hostage as collateral."

Negan's face fell at the realization of what she was saying. "They took your kid."

"I tracked them all the way up to the Hudson, by then they'd already made it across."

"Across to what?"

"Manhattan."

Negan sighed. "I hate to even ask, but how do I figure into this, Maggie?" He asked her.

"The man who's got Hershel, they call him The Croat," she stated matter of factly. Negan smirked and put up his hands in a shrugging gesture, as if he didn't know what she was talking about.

"Bullshit," she snapped at him. "You know him. When he scaled our walls; when he had us surrounded in the dark; right before he took my son, do you know what he did?" She asked and then whistled out the all-too familiar Savior whistle. Negan cringed at the sound and memories it brought back.

Maggie noticed his reaction. "That rings a bell, doesn't it? It did for me. That's the last thing I heard before I met you."

"Oh, that Croat," Negan feigned realization. Maggie shook her head. "Alright, so what you're thinking is, since I knew this guy back in the day when I was running the show, that maybe I had some special insight into his modus operandi. Or, hell, maybe I could just sweet talk him into giving you your boy back. We're talking about the same Croat? Let's just say that there were a lot of psychos in my crew back then but he always stood out as an exceptionally insane son of a bitch. So the odds are, if it's The Croat that's got him-"

"No," Maggie interrupted him before he could finish that sentence. She couldn't accept that as a possibility.

Negan sighed again. "Alright, tell me this: why would I help you?"

"Because you owe me-"

"Because I owe you, right," he interrupted her this time, his tone slightly laced with annoyance at the fact that she was still trying to use what he did as leverage to get what she wanted.

"You're the last person that I wanted to ask for help," she angrily said. "It doesn't look like you got too many options yourself. Because if I found you here, the Marshals will too. Far as I can tell, you have exhausted every shithole."

Negan considered his options for a moment. He knew that she was probably right, it was only a matter of time before the Marshals managed to find him. It wasn't like he was against the idea of helping her and he was concerned for her kid but even so, if he were to help her, he still wanted to get something more out of it. "And what would I get for helping you?"

"Maybe the knowledge that you'd actually done something decent for once in your life." Negan laughed at that and shook his head, which annoyed Maggie further. But she relented. "Fine. Weapons, food when we can produce more, whatever supplies you want, you can have."

"Now why would I want that when these folks I'm working for here have already set me up with everything I need?" He smirked at her.

Maggie was getting more irritated by the second. "Well, then what the hell do you want?"

Negan stayed silent for a moment, a thought of something that he did want from her crossing his mind. It was a perverted thing to consider but he couldn't help himself as his eyes scanned over her body. Ever since he first laid eyes on her all those years ago on the night he made her a widow, he's desired her carnally. Maggie noticed the way he was looking at her and the realization of what he was thinking hit her.

"You're a fucking pig, Negan," she said in disgust.

"I know," he simply said in response.

"You can't be serious."

Negan grinned at her in a way that could only be described as wolf-like. "But I am, darling. You want your boy back? This is the price." He knew it was wrong of him to try taking advantage of her like this but who knows if he would ever have a chance of having her again? He knew there was also a chance that she would kill him for even suggesting such a thing but that was a risk he was willing to take.

Maggie stood there in shock, considering her options. She knew that she shouldn't even be entertaining this idea, that she should just stab him to death with the knife she had in her hand for even daring to ask this of her and go find her son herself… But she wasn't sure if she could do it without him. Little did he know that her story about stolen grain was bullshit and that what The Croat actually wanted was Negan himself. She had been intending to trade him in exchange for her son and so the plan wouldn't work without him. Going there without upholding her end of the deal would likely get her and her son killed.

Negan noticed the hesitance in her, that she was actually considering his offer, and his cock twitched at the possibility that he was going to get what he wanted. He sat up straight, leaned back on his hands, and spread his legs, exposing his crotch to her. He reached a hand down to palm his cock over his clothes and stroked, groaning at the feeling. The look in his eyes as he stroked himself was like that of a predator hungry for its next meal looking at its prey. Maggie sucked in a breath at the intense sight and looked away from him.

"How do I know that you'll actually hold up your end of the deal after?" She finally spoke up to ask him.

"Heh, I guess you don't… But you know me, Maggie. I'm a man of my word."

Maggie was silent for a moment as she took in what he said. She knew that he was right, he was a lot of things but no one could say that he was a liar who didn't keep his promises. As much as it pains her to admit, she knows giving Negan what he wants is the best option here even though she really doesn't want. Before she could change her mind, she put the knife back on the dresser and walked over to Negan, got down on her knees between his legs, and began undoing the belt and zipper on his pants.

"Ah, good girl," Negan said with a smile on his face. He lifted his hips slightly so that Maggie could finish pulling his pants and underwear down just enough to set his cock free.

"Don't even think about backing out of the deal after this or I will kill you, Negan," she warned him in a serious tone. A laugh started coming out of Negan's mouth but was interrupted by a groan as Maggie took his cock in her hand and gave him a teasing stroke. He was already hard and she stroked him a few times before she jutted her tongue out to lick the tip of his cock, causing Negan to groan again. She closed her mouth over the tip and sucked, making him moan. She took more of him into her mouth and began moving her head, taking as much of him in her mouth as she could on every stroke.

Negan moaned and moved one of his hands to weave through her hair to rest on her head. "Mmm, Maggie," he moaned. Heat pooled in Maggie's gut at hearing him moan her name. She didn't want to be turned on by this but the sounds he was making combined with the way he was gently caressing her head were lighting a fire inside her. Maggie let out a small moan and the vibrations of it sent a bolt of pleasure through Negan's cock, making him moan loudly.

Suddenly, Negan took a hold of her hair and pulled her off his cock. "Was too close," he explained, panting. "Take off your clothes and get on the bed on your hands and knees," he instructed her. Maggie was hesitant but nodded. She got up and began removing her clothes until she had nothing on except for the necklace that displayed her wedding ring. Negan also got up to remove all of his clothes as well while she was doing the same. After they were both naked, Maggie moved to get on the bed like Negan told her to. When she was in position, she felt both a surge of fear and arousal flow through her at the vulnerable position she was in.

A breath caught in Negan's throat seeing her displayed like this. She looked stunning and so inviting. "Damn," Negan breathed out in awe and Maggie blushed. Negan couldn't believe that he was finally going to have her the way he's always wanted her and it excited him.

Negan got onto the bed behind her on his knees. He ran a finger through her folds and felt the wetness there. "Mmm, so wet already…" he said in a lustful tone. He moved his hand down and positioned it so that his thumb could touch her clit. He rolled the sensitive bud around and Maggie just barely stifled her moan, not wanting him to know how turned on she was. Negan took a hold of his cock and stroked himself as he stroked her, their arousals building in unison.

Negan removed his hand from her and Maggie almost whined at the loss of contact. He ran the tip of his cock through her folds a few times, coating himself in her arousal, and then pushed in until he bottomed out. Maggie gasped at the sudden feeling of being stretched after so many years of not having this. Negan moaned at the feeling of her tight heat and pulled almost all the way out before thrusting fully back in. He put a hand on her back between her shoulder blades and pushed her down until her face was on the bed before grabbing ahold of her hips and setting a fast pace. Maggie gripped the bedsheets with one hand and used her other to cover her mouth to stifle any moans that might slip out. She hated herself for being aroused by whoring herself out to her husband's killer and she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was.

Negan looked down at where they were connected and the sight of his cock covered in her juices entering her drove him crazy. He moaned out and thrust a little faster. A sound like a muffled whimper came from Maggie and when he looked at her face, he saw her hand over her mouth and a look of ecstasy on her face. Negan smirked and groaned, realizing that she was feeling as much pleasure as him and was trying to hide it.

Negan pulled out suddenly, making Maggie whimper again, and grabbed her to maneuver her onto her back. He needed to see her fully as he fucked her. For a moment, he sat there and took in the sight of her. "Beautiful," he thought. He then noticed that she had kept her necklace on, the wedding ring on full display. Annoyance and jealousy flowed through him at the sight. He moved suddenly and entered her again without warning, causing her to moan and cover her mouth again. Negan grabbed her wrists and pinned them on either side of her head, making her gasp and causing a bolt of arousal to flow through her.

"Enough of that. I want to hear your moans as I fuck you," he growled. Maggie swallowed a moan at that. Negan began thrusting again, setting the same pace he did before. He changed angles and managed to find the sweet spot inside her, making her throw her head back and moan. He kept up his fast-paced thrusts, making sure to hit that spot every time. Maggie's resolve was breaking and more moans were slipping out against her will as she couldn't hide how she felt anymore. She didn't want to enjoy this but her body was betraying her as it's been so long since she's been with someone this way and the pleasure was overwhelming.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Negan groaned out and Maggie whimpered, which Negan took as a yes. He removed one of his hands from her wrist and lifted the end of the necklace where the wedding ring was in his hand. "Still wearing this… Makes me think you haven't been fucked in years, huh?" Maggie blushed but hesitantly nodded. "Heh, I knew it." In a sudden movement, Negan yanked the necklace hard enough to break it off Maggie's neck, making her gasp, and he threw it across the room. "You don't need that anymore. You're mine now," he growled.

Maggie wasn't sure if he was serious but she still wanted to argue with him and tell him "that wasn't part of the deal," but before she could say anything, he released her other wrist to plant his hands on the bed for better leverage and increased the pace and intensity of his thrusts. Negan moaned and Maggie let out a sound that sounded like a mix between a gasp and a moan. She gripped the sheets under her in pleasure, holding on as he practically fucked her into the mattress. The room was filled with the sounds of their moans, skin slapping against skin, and the bed creaking. If anyone was in the rooms adjacent to them or passing by outside, Maggie was sure they could hear them.

The pressure inside Maggie was building but she tried tamping down her release, not wanting to give into it. She was ashamed enough already from how much pleasure she was feeling and showing from this, she did not want to orgasm because of it. Negan could sense that she was close and holding back. He reached down to stroke her clit again. "Come on, come for me, Maggie," he coaxed her. The combination of his thrusts, his fingers teasing her clit, and his encouragement were too much for her and it sent her over the edge. "Fuck," Maggie whined and arched her back as she came. Shockwaves of pleasure rolled through her as fucked her through her orgasm… and Maggie was disgusted at herself for it.

"Fuck, good girl," Negan praised her as her walls clamped down on his cock. Maggie whimpered and after she came down from her high, Negan removed his hand from her clit and began chasing his own release. He was already close as the feeling of her wet heat was overwhelming him. He was ecstatic that he finally had her this way, albeit under questionable circumstances, but he didn't care as the pleasure of her was worth it. A few more thrusts and Negan came, spilling his seed inside her. He leaned down to kiss her as he rode out his orgasm, moaning into her mouth. Maggie moaned as well and a bit of pleasure shot through her at the kiss and feeling his cock twitching inside her.

When he finished, he leaned back from her lips and looked her in the eyes. "Thank you, darling," he said in a voice too sweet for Maggie's liking considering the situation. "But this rescue mission of yours seems very dangerous… I may need more payments in the future to be properly compensated. That is, if you don't want me abandoning you before we can get your boy back." Originally, Negan had planned on this being the only time he requested this from her but now that he finally had a taste of her, he couldn't let her go.

Stunned by this, Maggie nodded before she could really think. "Hmm, good," Negan said and grinned at her, that predatory look returning. He pulled out of her and got out of the bed to clean up and get dressed. Maggie laid there without moving, the realization of what she had just agreed to hitting her. Maggie would have never had sex with him but she just did and agreed to more of it if he wanted so that he will help her. In a way, she did enjoy it as she hadn't gotten to have that with anyone in years and it had felt amazing, but the fact that it was Negan of all people made her sick. A feeling of dread washed over her knowing that she'd have to continue pleasing him if she wanted him to help her. But she will do it, as she would do anything for her son to be brought home safe.

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A/N: There may or may not be more chapters to this. No promises though so I'm keeping it as a one-shot for now.

Thanks for reading! <3

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[cinema-wasps]

phoenix moment.. my oldest [& probably favorite] dialtown oc is finally real. please love and appreciate him or i will cry so loud

more facts + bonus doodles under the cut [warning. it got kinda long im sorry :[]

phoenix is romance repulsed, so you don't get to actually Date date him in its route. you still get to spend some quality gay time together though :]

you unlock his route by asking gabby to take you to the funfair with a phone head. if your head is a typewriter, the interaction goes like in canon, but if it's a phone, she tells you that she can't take you, but might know someone who needs the company & calls phoenix over. after that, asking him out to the funfair locks you into his route

the route is about helping it navigate being romance repulsed on valentine's day and get over a heartbreak it recently experienced. also committing crimes and getting lost in the woods looking for unicorns. there's also a big scene of breaking into an abandoned building and having an emotional Talk on the roof to make phoenix open up about his emotions at least a Little. after that the two of you go steal a motorcycle and the route ends <3

phoenix is Really into diy, he made all the patches on his jacket & attached the spikes himself. also spray painted the baseball bat to make it Pink and added nails. it actually always keeps the bat in the trunk of its car because "you never know". he also always carries a pocket knife with him. though it mostly uses it to carve things on trees rather than stab people with it

phoenix considers himself a horse girl, but his actual knowledge of horses is very. debatable. in its route you visit the stables its friend works at and both the friend and the owner don't hide the fact that it internalized a lot of false information from watching too many horse movies and is too stubborn to unlearn it. and that's why no one actually trusts him with a horse

phoenix has like a gay thing going on with a couple of my friends' ocs and it's very silly. guy gets bitches i fucking guess. [said ocs are @transgingi 's jackson bc phoenix has awful taste and @mnyehlike 's ace because phoenix can sometimes have slightly less awful taste]

phoenix swears a lot but he's also polish so that's kind of a given. it first arrived to dialtown when it was 19 and just kind of. stayed there since then. never came back to europe and doesn't plan to

his head is a speaker and he can make noises and play music and imitate different voices with it. it can also turn up the volume really loud to yell at little billy when he screeches through his megaphone. when a child screams at you scream louder to assert dominance

phoenix has a cat named pablo [yes after the off cat] and he's the meanest most awful bitey little creature this earth has ever seen but phoenix loves him so so much. it's his ugly little child and he's only aggressive because he's just like his papa

good lord. ok im done rambling. feen time

#THIS GOT SO LONG AGAIN.. the rest of the ocposting is gonna be shorter im sorry #dialtown #dialtown oc #ocs #phoenix #art tag #kordian dlc

[nyxnygma]

A Taste for Blood PT1~ Poly!TLB

[Poly!LostBoys x Fem!Murderer!Reader]

Part Two

Summary: reader moves to the Murder Capital so her hobbies could go unnoticed

Warnings: murder, blood & gore, description of gore, sexual innuendo, perverts, mutilation, READER IS A SERIAL KILLER, knife, gun

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A/N: This is me attempting to write something more on the horror scale. I’ll probably be writing a part two

You finally moved from your small city. Not because you were close to being caught, stupid cops thought it was a man who was saving the world from them filthy perverts, but because you simply ran out of victims.

Moving to the Murder Capital of the World seemed like your best bet. It was probably much easier to commit to your hobby, especially now you don’t need to go to a boring office job as your aunt recently passed and left her small fortune to you.

On the very first night you walked along the Boardwalk in skimpy pink silk dress. Your outfit was getting unwelcome looks but no one took action yet. You needed someone to take the bait and follow you down the alley with bad intentions. It didn’t take long until someone did.

“Hey baby girl,” the man smirked as he backed yoy up against a wall. I pulled the knife secretly from my pocket.

“I-I’m sorry I went the wrong,” You fake your fear, “I need to go meet my friends.”

“Oh no sexy. Yours staying right here with me,” he licked his lips, “and I’m going to show you a good time.” He reached to touch your face but you thrusted the knife through his flesh. His eyes widened with realisation and looked down and placed a hand on his bloody wound.

“Awe what’s wrong baby,” you pout, “I thought you were going to show me a good time.”

He attempted to back away but you stabbed him again, this time right in the centre of his head. He screamed for help with his final breath as he collapsed onto the ground beneath you.

You then straddled his waist as you use the knife to cut him open as you rearranged his organs, you broke his rib cage with a rock so you could move his heart to his mouth and pulled out the intestines and circled them around him. You backed up and smiled at your masterpiece. You then moved to your bag and pulled out a long leather coat to hide the blood stained clothes and use a small mirror and a make-up wipe to clean the blood off your face and other visible parts of your body.

You then walked out of the alley way and walked though crowds of people as you left the crime scene behind. However, as you were walking off the boardwalk you bumped in a rather tall blonde boy.

“Woah!” He exclaims as he drops whatever is in his hand, his curly blonde friends brows furrowed as he looked at you, “watch where your going little lady.”

“Sorry. My bad!” You apologise. The men nodded as they carried on their way.

“That was weird,” Marko hummed.

“What was? You think I should of fed on her?” Paul questioned.

“No..” he shakes his head. “She smelled as if she was covered in somebody else’s blood.”

“That is a bit weird,” Paul added, “think she is a vampire or something?”

“I don’t know,” Marko shrugged, “she smelled and looked pretty normal, apart from the extra blood of course. We should tell David.”

You waited three more days for your next killing. Once again you wore an eye-catching attire as you ventured the Boardwalk. You knew your way around it because over your waiting period you have been visiting the boardwalk so it wouldn’t be suspicious if every time you visited it somebody died.

Today there was a band on and the Boardwalk was busier and louder than ever.

It was pretty easy to get another guy to follow you down an alley way. This time you chose another approach.

“Mister?” you pout innocently, “I’m lost, could you point me to the direction of the carousel?”

“Maybe after you give me someone I want,” he pulls a creepy smile as he produces a small pocketknife. I start to giggle.

“What are you laughing at, bitch?!” He yells, pushing me into the wall.

“Your knife,” you smirk, “it’s pathetic.”

“It won’t feel so pathetic soon,” he starts to walk towards you but was stopped by the bullet that escaped the gun you had hidden in the dark.

You still haven’t yet figured out your preferred method of killing was and this was the perfect opportunity to test out the gun as no one would be able hear the gunfire over the live music.

The man was still alive when you dug into his chest with his own pocketknife, yes it’s much harder to perform this task with the miniature knife but it was more poetic. He was still conscious as he watched his intestines be pulled out of his body. You stuffed this intestines down through his mouth and throat.

You yet again covered the evidenced on your person with a coat and walk out the alley. You thought no one witnessed the activity, but you would be wrong. Four boys sat curiously on the roof above.

Part Two

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[star-my]

berserk tiger - i. inception

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Kim Seo-ah (OC)

Rating: PG-13

WC: 1.7k

CW: mentions of stalking, threatening

A/N: I have very little plotted out for this series. It's gonna be random and sometimes I'll post non-chronological pieces. No beta so feel free to point out typos or give concrit. Compliments are always nice. Moodboard photos are taken from Pinterest, edit is mine.

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Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap tap.

Tap tap tap.

Tap tap tap tap tap.

The quick tempo of his footsteps sped up even more as she glanced behind her. He was gaining on her quickly. Practically running, she ducked around the corner, coming face-to-face with a man in black.

Gasping out a quick apology, she made the executive decision to ignore the stranger danger signs blaring in her mind. She was in enough danger from non-strangers as it was–besides, most crimes, especially violent ones against women, were committed by people the victim knew and were close to. Statistically, she was safer with this random guy she’d found all in black in a dark alley where no one else was around…wow, she wasn’t safe anywhere, was she?

Ignoring everything but the fact that so far Random Guy hadn’t pulled a knife on her, she cleared her throat and widened her eyes pleadingly, begging him to play along.

“Babe, I was waiting ages for you! What took you so long to come get me?” she exclaimed, taking his hand in hers, unwilling though he was.

He stepped out of the alley into the street and saw who she was running from. His gaze flicked down to her, then back at him. 

His grip tightened on her hand. 

A black car came gliding to a stop at the curb in front of them, and a man in a black suit climbed out of the driver’s seat to open the rear passenger door.

Random Guy handed her in with the grace of one born into a chaebol family, then closed the door and turned to face her pursuer.

She glanced through the smoked glass to see what was going on, surprised that she could barely hear any noise through the car.

The driver flashed a bright smile at her through the glass, blocking her view. Wow, he was really pretty.

The smile disappeared and he opened the door, letting Random Guy get in. She scooched over, tugging the hem of her dress down, aware she didn’t look her best at the moment. The interior light showed his gelled hair, soft features, onyx-sharp eyes, and a faded scar running down the right side of his face.

He studied her silently in return, making her uncomfortably aware of her wind-blown hair falling out of her braid, the perspiration beading on her body, and her rumpled clothes.

Putting a bright smile on her lips regardless, she extended her hand to him. “I appreciate your helping me get away from him. I sincerely thank you.”

He shook her hand, his large one dwarfing hers, his long fingers cool and clean. “You’re welcome. What is your name?”

“Oh, right. Kim Seo-ah.”

“Min Yoongi,” said the man just as his driver got in at the wheel. He threw him a startled look, glancing between her and her rescuer with an unreadable expression on his face.

The car started with a barely-there hum, and Min Yoongi turned to her again.

“Could you tell me what was happening back there?”

She glanced down, smoothing her hem more carefully than it called for. “He’s my little sister’s ex-boyfriend, Lee Geum. He created debts in her name and decided that we needed to placate him; he thinks he’s some hotshot yakuza or something, like he’s playing at being Agust D or something,” she laughed shortly. “He’s been following me home from the pawnshop where I work for the past few weeks, trying to intimidate me into giving him our money and following me to see our new living arrangements. I’ve managed to lose him so far, but today he started getting closer and closer and I saw him with a knife in his pocket. It was a blessing that you were there.”

He hummed, uninterested. “How many men does he have working for him that he thinks he’s the next Agust D?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe twenty or thirty? He’s not a good leader.”

Min Yoongi coughed. 

“Have you gone to the police and asked for their help to deal with the issue?”

“I don’t know if you noticed, Mr Min, but this part of town isn’t exactly the most protected place. We’re all too poor to require any real guarding. What valuables could we possibly have? And I did try the police, when he threatened my sister, but they didn’t care.”

The driver clicked his tongue disappointedly.

“What if someone was able to do something about it?”

“Like what?” Seo-ah glanced at him curiously.

“Sent evidence of his crimes to the police or something. Do you think that maybe they’d take you seriously and do something about it then?”

“Maybe,” she admitted dubiously.

“Are you any good at acting?”

She glanced at him suspiciously. “I’d say I’m decent. Why?”

He simply flattened his mouth into what she suspected was a half-smile but could have been a grimace. She took the hint and dropped her line of questioning.

With a gasp she realized that the car had stopped outside of a luxurious villa in Seongbuk-dong. 

The driver opened her door, extending his hand to her. She gingerly took it, stepping out onto the pebbled drive as she took in her gated surroundings. 

Min Yoongi’s warmth alerted her to his presence behind her.

“Er…”

“Come with me.” He took her elbow gently, leading her into the house, past a man in a suit like the driver’s, but looking considerably more dangerous. 

Min Yoongi led her to the kitchen, putting a kettle on to boil for tea and pulling out two cups.

He paused, hand on a cupboard door as he glanced back at her. “Would you prefer something a little bit stronger?”

“I’m alright with tea. Thank you. May I ask why I’m here?”

“Because I’d like to talk to you.”

“Without asking for my permission?” she raised an eyebrow, dropping the formal tone.

He raised one back at her impropriety.

“You essentially kidnap me, I don’t have to add honorifics,” she shrugged, hoping to cover up the unsettling thought she’d been struck by, that she’d traded the devil she knew for the one she didn’t.

“I apologize. Would you like to join me for tea at my home?”

“I’d prefer to have you to mine as a thank you, but given your look–” she waved a hand at his suit–”and my home, this is the better option. I’d be delighted to join you, thank you for asking.”

He gave her another inscrutable, curious look as he poured the tea. “You’re welcome.”

She perched, feeling only slightly awkward and out of place, on the white leather seats at his marble island, gratefully taking the cup he handed her.

He stood across from her, his own cup in hand. 

“So, from what I’ve gathered from you, is that you’re the head of a low-income household, you’re in financial difficulty, your dongsaeng’s ex is threatening trouble, and there’s not much happening to address these issues.”

She swallowed a sip of the hot tea, feeling like the words had burned hotter than her tongue now was. That was her situation, but somehow the cold way he had laid out those facts threatened to tear down the defensive walls she’d built.

“Yes, that is the state of things,” she said quietly, already feeling the fuzz on her tongue from the tea burn.

“How much debt did the ex leave you?”

She swallowed another sip. “About thirteen million won.”

As expected of a man who lived in this area, he didn’t bat an eye.

“I have a proposal for you, then.”

She nodded.

“I will help you pay off your debts and take care of this ex, and in return you will enter a contractual marriage with me for five years.”

Seo-ah coughed, expelling the tea from her windpipe that she’d inhaled in shock. “You want me to do what?”

“Marry me. For five years. What do you say?”

“Why do you need a wife? You look fairly young, you’re rich and hot and appear to be influential.”

He smirked at her list of his traits. “Business reasons. There are some things I cannot tell you until you have signed the contract, if you so agree. I’ve been looking for the right wife for a while now, and I think you’ll be splendid.”

“Could I have a copy of this contract so I know what’s expected?”

Min Yoongi pulled his cell phone out and pressed a button. “I need the papers in the kitchen.”

A minute later footsteps sounded in the hallway, then a man in a suit jogged into the kitchen, carrying a small briefcase in hand. He paused as he took in the scene, then handed the briefcase off to Min Yoongi.

He opened the briefcase and pulled out a sheaf of papers, rifling through them to collect a handful that he handed off to  her.

She flipped through them, reading the surprisingly simple legal jargon. It looked aboveboard. 

She was getting desperate: some creditors were already hounding her enough without Geum’s pressure, Jinah would be needing to pay for her schooling, plus the usual living expenses…Well, she could use this stroke of luck that had fallen into her lap. She was well aware that this contract, though it sounded fair, would likely end in Min Yoongi’s favour, but she would cross that bridge when she came to it. He was the best option at the present time and she would not borrow trouble from her future self.

“I’ll do it,” she declared.

The man who’d brought the briefcase handed her a pen, the clicking of the end sounding loud in the suddenly supernaturally still kitchen.

She signed her name with a flourish, watching the black ink seep into the paper. Min Yoongi took the pen from her and slid the papers from under her arm, scrawling his signature quickly and handing them to the man.

“The registration will come through in a couple days. Would you like to stay here until then?” he asked courteously.

She shook her head. “I appreciate your offer, and this opportunity, but I need to get back to my sister. I don’t like leaving her alone in our area, especially with her ex around.”

“Alright, I’ll get Hoseok to take you back. Thank you for signing this.”

She swallowed, mouth suddenly dry despite the two cups of tea she’d drunk.

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[deanwritings]

Night Falls: Chapter 21

 Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: After witnessing a murder, Y/N becomes a protected witness to FBI Agent Dean Winchester, who needs her help to do more than just solve one man’s murder.

Word Count: 2,472

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A/N: Guys, can you believe it. Five years later, I’m dragging you all back to that warehouse where we last left Y/N and Dean. I’m so happy to be coming back to this series and giving it the ending it finally deserves. 

And I know it’s only been 2081 days since the last chapter, so if you need a refresher, the master list is below. 

Night Falls Master List

Dean presses his lips to your temple.

“It’s all over.” He sighs against you, the gun gripped tight in his left hand as he looks over his shoulder to where Crowley lies dead. 

When he saw Crowley stalking towards you, he knew exactly what was going to happen next. And despite his vision starting to swim from the blows to his head, he managed one final right hook to knock the guard out, giving him seconds to hurry to the gun that he had kicked just moments ago and take aim as Crowley placed the barrel of his gun against your head. 

Dean didn’t pause for even a millisecond to try and get a shot off that would only wound Crowley so that Dean could make the arrest and force him to face justice for every single crime he’s committed over the years. In that second, Dean only saw you about to die, and he did the only thing that made sense to him.

With his free hand, Dean reaches into his pocket, fishing around until he finds his phone. 

“Fuck,” he huffs, the screen on his phone shattered, the battery destroyed. He looks down to where you’re clinging onto his chest, head buried in his shirt.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean coaxes, his fingers grazing along the part of your jaw that’s unbruised. Your wet Y/E/C eyes look up at him and he gives you a smile despite the pounding of his everything. All he wanted to do was lie down and take a nap, but he had to get the two of you out of here first.

“Any chance you’ve still got that phone you called me on?” Your eyebrows furrow, but before you can answer, the splintering of wood erupts through the warehouse and you flinch, a small gasp escaping you as you somehow push yourself even closer to Dean, his grip around you tightening as his hand that hold the gun raises over your head. Dean’s head whips towards the sound--probably the door he had come through earlier--and his shoulders drop when he hears, “FBI, no one move!” 

A group of agents rounds the corner with Cas taking the lead, his gun scanning the room before his eyes land on Dean and Y/N, taking in their bruised and bloody forms before his steps slow as he notices the bleeding body only feet from them.

“There’s another guy over there,” Dean motions over his shoulder. Cas looks over Dean to the motionless body behind them. Cas’ eyes lock with Dean’s, quietly asking--

“He’s alive.” Dean answers. “Just unconscious.” Cas nods and instructs two of his men over to the body, watching as they turn the man around and check his pulse. 

Cas steps forward and kneels down next to Dean and Y/N, his face softening as he takes in your scraped and swollen cheeks and bleeding lip and nose. 

“Paramedics just arrived,” Cas places a gentle hand on your shoulder that Dean’s not holding. “Just hang on a few minute more minutes, Y/N.” You nod, your head, brushing against Dean’s chest as you let out a sigh, your body drooping with exhaustion. You turn your face, hiding in Dean’s shirt as you close your eyes, your entire body throbbing to the beat of your unsteady heartbeat. Your breaths are ragged from the adrenaline and Dean’s arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you into him, tucking your head under his chin, hoping to bring you some comfort.  

“Just hang in there a little while more, sweetheart.” Dean’s voice vibrates in his chest. “You’re almost there.” You just nod again, your voice nowhere to be found. 

It only takes a few minutes before several paramedics rush in with two gurneys, Cas making sure they get to you first before Crowley’s man who is starting to wake up. 

One of the paramedics, a woman who doesn’t look much older than you, coaxes you away from Dean so she can take in your injuries. She immediately places a piece of gauze to your head, causing you to wince. 

With Dean’s help, they each hold onto your arms as they lift you to stand before sitting you onto the gurney. Your eyes stare into nothing as they settle you into the seat. 

The other paramedic, an older gentleman who looks like he’s close to retiring calls for your attention and holds a finger up, making you follow his movements while shining a light in your eyes that makes you cringe. Dean isn’t a doctor, but he can tell you have a concession. Hell, he probably has one himself considering his vision was still swimming. But he swallows down the nausea knowing the job isn’t over just yet.  

“Dean,” a hand lands on his shoulder, causing him to turn and find his partner. 

Dean just lets out a breathy laugh and pulls Cas into a tight hug, squeezing his friend’s shoulders as he pats him on the back.

“How’d the hell you figure it out?” Dean asks as he pulls away. A smile breaks onto Cas’ lips and he looks away for a moment before looking back at Dean.

“Some of us actually act like the agents we are and look up where we’re going before we get there.” Cas scolds, though his tone is light. “After you texted me, I did a quick search and found that this address was a shipping, storage yard. There’s no reason--no good reason--” Cas catches. “For Y/N to want to meet you here. 

"Well God damn do I owe you one, Cas." Cas just smiles and Dean glances over his shoulder to where the paramedics are taking your blood pressure and cleaning the blood away from your face.

Dean's face falls again as the younger paramedics unfolds a splint and gently wraps it around your ankle, causing you to hiss and grip at the gurney's sheets.

Dean's lips set in a hard line.

"What happened to the two agents watching her?" Dean asks, not looking away from you as your body relaxes and your head leans back against the inclined rest, your eyes closing. Though he doesn’t miss the quiver in your lips. 

Cas takes a deep breath and his shoulders fall.

"Both were shot while sitting in front of her apartment. DOA." Dean's eyes close and his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows tightly, once more pushing down the bile churning in his stomach. 

This should never have happened. But Crowley once again played the game better, even if Dean did win.

"Where--"

"Someone mind telling me what the hell happened here?" Bobby's voice cuts through the quiet chatter of the busy warehouse.

All eyes land on him as he strides into the room, his eyes scanning the area, taking in Crowley's body, now covered in a blue sheet, and seemingly figuring out his own question before anyone's had a chance to speak.

Cas takes a deep breath.

"I'll handle him," Cas gives Dean a pat on the shoulder before approaching their boss.

Dean chances a look over towards the two men, Bobby’s face is neutral as Castiel explains what he knows. 

Dean turns away from them at the sound of metal slapping into place. The paramedics had locked your gurney into place with you now fully reclined and were wheeling you out towards the door he had first walked into when he entered this nightmare. 

Taking a glance at his boss and partner, he hurries over to the stretcher, coming alongside of it and keeping pace with the EMTs. Your head is turned away, eyes open as you quietly watch the blank walls until your back out into the cool spring air and rushed to the awaiting ambulance. 

“You coming with her?” The older EMT asks, as they prepare to lift you into the truck.

The question seems to snap you back to reality and your eyes find Dean’s. He offers you a small smile. 

“Can’t risk letting her out of my sight again.” This gets a ghost of a smile, the first emotion he’s seen since Crowley died in front of you, and tears suddenly form in your eyes. 

The EMT nods and the two paramedics smoothly lift your stretcher into the truck and secure you in place before Dean hops in alongside you. The older gentleman heads around front to the driver’s seat while the young woman begins hooking you up to an IV. Dean takes the free jump seat towards the back doors and settles in, letting out a deep breath as he leans his pounding head against the cool metal and closes his eyes. Finally, he can relax. 

The ambulance roars to life, sirens wailing and tires squealing as they speed out of the parking lot. 

The paramedic places a blanket over you, and for the first time since Crowley died in front of your eyes, you finally felt yourself coming back to your body. 

It’s like everything that had happened after that was a vision, like you were watching from above instead of alongside Dean. You barely recall the FBI or paramedics showing up, but now, in the safety and warmth of the ambulances, you felt yourself returning. 

You look over to Dean, his eyes closed and body relaxed against the bouncing walls of the truck.

“How are you feeling?” The woman asks you. You stare up at her, unsure what to say.

Traumatized. But she wouldn’t be able to help you with that. You would definitely need to find a good therapist once this was all over. 

“Okay,” you say weakly. The woman nods and looks at the heart rate monitor, writing something down on a pad. 

You look over to Dean again, your brow furrowing as you notice his body slightly slumped into himself. Something didn’t look right. 

“Dean?” You sit up a little, getting the attention of the paramedic.

“Ma’am, please lay down.” She orders, placing a soft hand on your chest, but you ignore her as your words go unnoticed.

“Dean.” You try again, louder, in case your voice was too quiet the first time. But your voice just echoes through the quiet cab. 

This time, the paramedic follows your gaze to the unmoving agent.

“Sir?” She calls out loudly, still getting no response. You push yourself up onto your elbows as she scoots across the truck.

“Dean!” You try again, your heart rate monitor suddenly crying out as your pulse spikes. 

The paramedic kneels next to Dean, placing two fingers to his neck as she looks at her wrist watch.

“What’s going on back there?” The driver yells over his shoulder.

The paramedic quickly removes her fingers from Dean’s neck, now cupping his throat as her hands move up and behind his head. One of her gloved hands pulls away, revealing a bright red sheen.

“Shit,” she murmurs, quickly discarding the glove to the floor and pulling out a penlight. 

“What’s happening?” You call over to her as she lifts Dean’s closed eye lid, your stomach tightening as she shines the light into nothing but the white of his eyes. 

“Chris, need you to radio to med and let them know we have an unconscious male. Blow to the back of the head and is unresponsive to light stimuli.” The woman calls up calmly to her partner. 

You hear the man behind you rely the message to someone, but you’re frozen in your seat as the woman places a piece of gauze behind Dean’s head. 

You suddenly remember the pistol whip he took when he first entered the warehouse.

“They hit him with a gun,” the woman looks over to you and nods.

“What else?” 

You close your eyes. Everything seems like a blur at the time. And you had tried hard not to watch, not wanting to see the pain you had inflicted on Dean by tricking him there. Your stomach twists at the thought. 

What if he died because of you? Because you were too much of a coward that you had to risk his life instead of your own? 

“Ma’am!” Your eyes shoot open as the paramedic stares you down, one hand holding the back of Dean’s head.

“Uh,” you swallow. “He got kicked in the ribs and back, then he and the other guy were fighting, but I couldn’t see what was happening.” She nods and turns her attention back to Dean.

“Three minutes out, Kara.” The man, Chris, yells from the front of the truck. The woman just nods as your hands come to your face, covering your eyes.

“This is all my fault,” you whisper, warm tears pooling into your palms, not being able to stand the night of Dean unconscious in front of you. Unconscious because of you. Your heart begins to pound and your monitor rings in your ears as your breathes become ragged.

“Ma’am,” Kara calls out to you, but you don’t hear her. “Ma’am!” Her stern voice forces you to look up from your shelter.

“I’m going to need you to pull yourself together because at the moment, I need to keep my attention on him and I can’t have you set yourself off into a panic attack. Do you understand.” She orders with calculation. 

You nod and take a deep breath as she looks back to Dean, keeping his head upright as the ambulance jostles around you. 

You need to pull yourself together, if nothing but for Dean’s sake. 

Breathe in 1-2-3-4.You take a deep breath. Hold 1-2-3-4-5-6-7. Release 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8. You breathe out through your mouth. 

You close your eyes, not wanting to look at Dean’s lifeless form, and continue breathing until you feel the vehicle come to a stop.

You open your eyes as the back doors are ripped open and a team of medical personal are waiting with a fresh stretcher. 

Two men jump in, holding onto Dean as they carefully begin moving his stiff body until he’s on the gurney. 

You catch a cry try to escape your throat at the sight, but you push it back down. You refuse to be a distraction. 

Once he’s securely on, the medical team whisks him away, disappearing through the automatic doors of the ER and out of sight. 

Kara jumps back into the truck with you as two men in scrubs approach the open doors of the ambulance.

“Is he going to be okay?” You ask quietly as she starts to unhook your stretcher from whatever was keeping you in place on the drive over. 

She doesn’t look up at you, just continues her task until the stretcher shakes free of it’s confines and she starts pushing you towards the edge of the doors where the two awaiting techs help lower your gurney to the asphalt. 

Your question goes unanswered as you’re wheeled into the hospital, the whooshing of the automatic doors your only response. 

Chapter 22

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