#and surely she belongs on the blood rush team

[wizardofpalmsprings]

Thinking about how the Bad Kids and the Rat Grinders are the perfect example of book learning vs real world application. Sure the Bad Kids haven’t been “following the rules”, but they’ve been out there putting their skills to good use in a practical setting. By only working on gaining XP, the Rat Grinders haven’t actually prepared themselves for real world scenarios and I wouldn’t be surprised if that came up later in the season.

[writersdrug]

For the alpha/omega one, forced proximity on one of his missions he gets sent on, and she is basically standard issue along with his weapon. She’s around his stuff/in his bunk 24/7, her sent slowly permeating everything, eventually his mask, driving him crazy/rut if that’s interesting. She gets captured, he starts to realize how much he’d unconsciously relied on her, goes feral, tears enemy base apart and she nurses him back to health? Hehehehe I love feral könig

Oh, he's pissed.

Warnings: mentions of violence, attempted sexual assault (very minor and brief, guy gets what's coming to him)

When Ridgeback had informed the team that they had a new assignment, König was sighing in relief. Finally, a moment away from that damned omega. A chance to prove that he didn't need some weak, not-so-self-sustainable thing to "improve his performance" (if anything, you were just making him grumpier, with how often you complained about the standard-issued nesting material. He already said he'd buy you some new blankets, ok?!).

But then, Ridgeback announced that any partners belonging to the soldiers would be included on the deployment. Meaning omegas. Meaning you.

You weren't happy, either. You thought you were going to get an entire two weeks to yourself, including the entirety of König's room and bathroom and a chance to roll around in his clothes and scent uninterrupted. You'd get to chat it up with the sweet beta corporals that accompanied you to the mess hall in your Alpha's absence. But now? Being flown out to god-knows-where with König, a.k.a. Chuckles? With even fewer nesting materials of an even lesser quality? Great. Just perfect.

König hated how you were everywhere. He hated how your scent, ocean breeze and warm sandalwood, had clung to every article of clothing he owned. He hated how you built your (rather lackluster) nest in the top bunk with a literal wall of pillows around you - he wasn't even in there with you, why were you adding insult to injury? He hated that you were even here in the first place. Who's idea was this?! Now he has to growl at anybody that approaches his table in the dingy cafeteria where the two of you eat in silence, or sit in in the briefing room with you squished to near death in the corner, just to keep you away from other alphas. Not to mention, projecting his scent to cover yours is very inconvenient, you should really stop smelling so nice.

It was a breath of fresh air when they finally landed at the objective rally point for the mission - but the gunshots and acrid smell of blood did little to drown out the thoughts of you. What were you doing without him there to scowl at you? He didn't like the idea of some random beta from this random base taking you to meals, but it was better than an Alpha, he supposed. Your scent clung to his mask, and although it made his senses keener and sharper, he really wished it would just go away, so he could stop thinking of you and focus on the mission. Thankfully, it didn't last too long.

Thank goodness he was still in overdrive when the heli touched base, though - because he quickly found out that you were not where you should be: in his room. He'd have half a mind to think you ran off to do your own thing, if it wasn't for the sour scent in the room, rather than your usual sweet, slightly angry notes. You didn't leave intentionally.

Everyone was instantly on edge when he burst out of the room, nostrils flaring and pupils shrunken in his rage. Horangi rushed after him as König stormed throughout the base, following the trail of your scent (he has to make sure his friend doesn't kill anyone - innocent, that is). He hadn't claimed you yet; a decision he was regretting more and more by the second. What kind of Alpha was he? Leaving you alone on a foreign base without a nice, toothy mark on your neck. No, he didn't need you (🙄), but you were his. He should have made that clear. He didn't like it when people tried to take his omega.

It didn't take long before he heard you - some idiot Alpha had dragged you into the back of a humvee, and König could see your limbs kicking and scratching underneath the man (who had a decent, bloody scratch on his face - good on you). Your snarls and hisses echoed through the cracked windows - which König promptly shattered as he smashed his arm through it, grabbing the sergeant by his collar and pulling him out through the broken glass. You suddenly froze at the sound of the man being punched relentlessly, smelling a familiar cinnamon, woodsmoke, and earth, combined with the smell of blood. König's scent smelled like straight blood when he was angry, and it was terrifying, even to you.

Horangi was quick to interject König and his death sentence to the sergeant, pulling him off of the smaller Alpha - a bold move, even dangerous, but their pack bond was thicker than iron, and König wouldn't mistakenly swing on his friend.

Horangi shoved König back, muttering a quick "get your omega", before pulling the now-unconscious sergeant up by his armpits. "I'll do something with him."

König took a moment to clear his head, breathing in deeply and exhaling through clenched teeth. He then moved to the other side of the car with stride, yanking open the back passenger door and reaching in. You made a sound, a frightened squeak, still alert and cautious, as he promptly dragged you out from the back seat. After a quick brush of your clothes with his hand, making sure there's no lingering shards of glass on you, he tossed you over his shoulder with a grunt and made back for the barracks, leaving Horangi to deal with the soldier.

You assumed you're in deep waters with him now. König didn't say a word to you, just stormed through the halls and huffed at anyone he passes. You were a bit embarrassed by the whole ordeal: you had been dragged out, kicking and screaming (and gave a proper, internal fuck you to the surrounding personnel that did nothing) from the barracks, and now here you were, being dragged right back in - just without the protest.

He reached your shared quarters and shoved his bulky frame inside, kicking the door shut behind him. You were about to explain yourself when he slipped you off of his shoulder and put you back on your feet - then promptly leaned down and shoved his face into your neck, inhaling rather obnoxiously while gripping you by your arms. You whined at the sudden, atypical behavior, gently pushing against his chest to get away from the behemoth of a man. He ignored it, picking you up again and carrying you into his bunk bed. He drags you in between himself and the wall, chuffing when you fit so nicely against his frame. Had you always been so comfortable? Why didn't someone convince him to hold you like this sooner?

You, on the other hand, were not as comfy. This wasn't your nest - you didn't have that stupid, grey, felt blanket that was five feet too long, nor the extra pillows you had stolen from the empty room across the hall. You didn't have your border, your flimsy wall of protection against the rest of the world. You squirmed in König's grip, shoving against his taut abdomen and trying to climb over him. He growled, a sound that had you bristling for a moment, but you pushed past it.

"Gimme a sec-"

"Schatz, please-"

"Just a minute!"

He huffed and let you go; you scrambled over him and out of his bed, the thick, muscular cords of his abdomen tensing as you used it to support your weight. He lay on his back and sighed. He just saved you from some cocksure, weaker Alpha - weren't you thankful? I mean, really - this was truly insulting. Here he was (oh, look, his fist was bleeding from smashing the car window, didn't that show you he was a good protector? A good mate?), fresh off of deployment, fighting the demons of the world just for you, and you had the audacity to turn your nose away from him and shuffle back to your precious little nest. How sweet of you. Very appreciative, liebe. Why don't you-

He was torn from his thoughts when a blanket was tossed over him. He pulled it back, confused, as he felt you shoving pillows into his side. You tucked them around him, forming a barrier around the side of him that was closest to the edge of the bed. He watched as you fussed for a bit, beating and fluffing the pillows until they were just right. You then tossed one more onto the bed - one that was wearing his shirt as a case, which had him melting - and climbed overtop of him again.

His chest rumbled with an affectionate sound as you took a damp bathroom towel and began wrapping it around his busted hand. You held it against your chest as you curled into his side once more, not protesting or scrunching your face when he wrapped his other hand around your waist and rubbed your back. He preened when he felt the reverberations of your purr against his hand, your sweet scent filling the air and causing him to relax his shoulders and neck muscles. It permeated his brain and made his Alpha sigh with relief, happiness, and satisfaction. Your scent was finally untainted by that bitter, angry note that you usually had.

"Thanks for... today." you said, deciding to leave the details unspoken. "Sorry about the-"

"Don't be sorry." he rumbled, rubbing his thumb back and forth across your lower back. "I'm sorry I wasn't there."

"You couldn't be."

"Well, now I am."

You sighed, letting your eyes flutter shut. He's not so bad... getting sent off by my family to some random military company was bad, sure, but... my Alpha's a good one. This could be good.

"You're purring very loudly, schatz."

"Shut up."

[toasttt11]

blood on the ice

December 26, 2022

The third time that Carter was playing in the Word Junior Championship and probably the last year Carter would accept joining the team, she is about half way done her rookie year for the Vancouver Canucks and had been able to be released to play in the WJC.

It was 2-2 against Czech, starting in the second period with Carter scoring the first goal of the game and Czech scoring two goals after that and Connor scoring goal with an assist from Carter before the end of the first period.

Carter was skating down the ice as her teamate had shot the puck into the air towards the Czech goal and as she went to reach for it suddenly something fast came towards her and smacked her right into the face making her fall back right into the ice. Carter could feel her cheek getting wet and held a hand to her cheek feeling her whole face throbbing in pain. She rolled over on the ice trying to take a deep breaths that seemed to make the pain even worse she looked at the ice seeing it bloody and knew she bleeding and pretty heavily from how much blood was already on the ice.

Connor looked over from where he was skating on the ice seeing a player on the Czech team swinging his stick right into Carters cheek and her falling to the ground, there was blood all over her gloves and he saw the blood all over the ice as she turned over, he quickly skated right to her placing a hand on her back as the medics rushed onto the ice and helped Carter stand and they took her off the ice and down the tunnel.

Connor watched her leave and has never seen in her in that much pain he bent down grabbing her stick from the ice and skated to the bench handing it to the equipment manager. Connor saw their coach was talking with the referee making sure the player gets the right penalty.

Connor was the standing the closer to Czech bench and heard a group laughing he listened in, “She’ll now know that she shouldn’t be playing with the men, she should be in the kicthen where she belongs.”

Mason Mctavish saw Connor jaw clenching and his eyes sharpened at the player and suddenly the player was laughing again and before anyone could even stop him, Connor had left his gloves on the bench before skating right to the player and punching him across the face before slamming him into the glass.

“Now you’re so quiet.” Connor angrily sneered at the player who was staring at Connor with wide eyes, Connor slammed his shoulders into the glass, “What not so funny now is it.”

“I-“ The player stuttered genuinely frightened from the angry Connor. An angry Connor that has never had gotten into a fight on the ice before, but hurting his best friend can easily change that.

“I-“ Connor snapped mocking him before leaning closer so only the player could hear him, “If i ever hear a word about her come from your fucking mouth again, you’ll never be able to pick up a hockey stick. Understand.”

“I said do you understand.” Connor snapped pushing the player into the glass even more.

“I U-understand.” The player spluttered out.

Connor gave a curt nod before pushing him into the glass and letting the player go as the referee had grabbed Connor’s shoulder and led him to the penalty box, but it was a penalty Connor would gladly take a penalty if that player didn’t open they mouth about Carter again.

Carter was led into the medical room. Her parents and Luke quickly headed to the medical room from where they were watching from the stands. Carter got set onto the medial bed and reluctantly pulled her hand from her cheek making Ellen wince slightly seeing her daughter already bruising and all the blood that is covering her face. Carter looked towards Luke and he immediately walked over gently taking her gloves off for her and held her hand squeezing it.

Carter let the doctor clean up her face and x-ray her face, hoping nothing is broken. Carter has a deep gash across her cheekbone from the hit so the doctor stitched it up stopping a lot of the bleeding before putting ointment and bandaging the wound. The doctor left the room to look over the x-rays leaving Carter in the room with her family.

“How are you feeling sweetheart?” Ellen pressed a soft kiss on the top of her daughter’s head.

“I’d like to be on the ice.” Carter mumbled angry that she was injured and even worse the first game of the whole tournament.

“We know.” Ellen sent her daughter a comforting smile rubbing her back.

“Did we win?” Carter looked at her dad for anwser who eyes turned away from her slightly and that anwsered her question completely.

“Damn it.” Carter cursed trying to not to groan having a feeling that would hurt her face more.

The doctor walked back in, making the four of them all quickly look towards her, “Well it’s good news, it’s not broken or fractured.

That made them all breath out a sigh of relief.

“Can i play.” Carter pipped up desperately , The doctor hesitated, “Please doc, I’m the captain.” Carter knew she would most likely never come play for WJC and would likely be the last time she is the captain for Team Canda, and this may forever be the last time she can ever play with Connor as he’s getting drafted in a few months. Carter held onto Luke’s hand tightly.

“I suppose, as you don’t have any broken bones and you’re stitched up.” The doctor reluctantly agreed as Carter X-rays showed she didn’t have a break so she could play, and the doctor knew most hockey players will still play with stitches.

Carter breathed out a sigh of relief that didn’t help the pain coming from her face, “Thank you! Thank you!”

Carter, Luke and her parents walked back to the hotel and Carter was sharing a room with Connor like they sue to always do on road games. She let her parents go to their room and Luke go hang out with his team, reassuring they she would be fine. Also maybe because she wanted to spend some time with Connor.

Carter took a slow shower making sure not to get her face wet not wanting to mess up the stitches, she changed into her canucks sweats pants and Connor’s team Canda t-shirt before grabbing her ipad turning on the Canucks game and sliding into her bed.

Not even a few minutes has passed by before she heard the door quickly opened and slowly looked up seeing Connor rushing into the room, throwing his bag on the floor his eyes staying on Carter as he quickly walked over to her sitting on the bed next to her.

“Are you okay? They wouldn’t tell me anything!” Connor quickly rushed out gently holding Carter’s hand.

Carter gave him a very tiny smile trying not to move her cheek much, “Yeah, i’m okay.” Carter softly squeezed his hand back. Connor breathed out a sigh of relief having been worried since the second he saw the hit, his whole body slowly relaxing.

“I’m glad. How bad?” Connor looked at her in concern seeing the good four inches of stitches across her cheek bone, and the brushing that is already very dark on her cheek bone and under her eye.

“Not bad, i can play.” Carter replied making Connor smile softly and slowly nod glad that Connor is okay, “Can you get that please.” Carter pointed to the ice bag she left on the desk when she walked in. Connor quickly nodded getting up grabbing the ice bag and gently handing it to her.

Carter eyes widen grabbing the ice setting it next to her before grabbing Connor’s and pulling them closer to her with frown looking at the blood around his knuckles, she looked at her best friend in question.

Connor sheepishly brushed a hand through his hair, “I might’ve got in a fight.” Carter raised a shocked brow towards Connor making him laugh slightly, “I know, i don’t usually fight but he touched you.” Connor looked down at the girl he’s been in love with for years and would fight everyone for her if she even asked.

Carter eyes soften she pressed a gently kiss to his bloody knuckle grabbing his attention, “Thank you.”

Connor nodded with red cheeks, “Always.” He sent her a smile as she gently let go of his hands.

“I’m gonna shower but i’ll be right back.” Connor leaned down pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head as Carter nodded once before Connor headed with his bag into the bathroom.

Carter curled up in her bed watching the game and her teammates and brother playing, listening to the shower in the background before it shut off a few minutes later.

Connor walked out in a pair of Lululemon sweatpants and a Regina Pats shirt, he threw his bag onto his bed slipping his phone in his pocket before looking over at Carter who lifted the other side of the blanket making Connor smile.

Connor slid into the spot next to Carter making her scoot over and rest her good cheek againt Connor’s chest.

Carter and Connor have enjoyed the last week together being able to share a room and bed like they use to when they were on the same team.

Carter slowly dowsed off to the feeling of Connor playing with her hair and the sound of the Canucks game.

January 3, 2023

Carter winced slighty as she opened her jaw but bit her lip from anymore noise escaping her mouth, she knew something was wrong with her cheek as it’s been healing on the outside skin but it’s not feeling any better and it’s getting worse when she moves but she had two games left before going home so she could worry about it then.

Carter skated onto the ice of the second match against Czech and the game they have to win to make it to the Gold Medal game. She taped her stick to Connor’s stick as they do before every game before focusing on the puck.

Carter had quickly gotten the puck and skated down the ice right to the goal, she spun around the player that had hit her in the last game before taking a shot right at the top of the goal, getting the puck into the goal. She could heard the crowd go wild as she took her bow after the goal, getting her revenge for the hit she took.

Connor scored the next two goals both assisted by Carter, making the third period score be 3-1.

Carter hit a slap shot right into the net making the score become 4-1 right at the end of the third period and she tried not to groan in pain after that shot and the shaking from all of her teammates.

Canda was going to the Gold Medal game.

January 5, 2023

Carter took her last two pain pills she was given right before they were heading out to bench, she quickly swallowed them ignoring the pain as she did so.

Carter saw the concerned looks from Connor, a look that has been more common the last few days but she ignored it having a game to focus on.

Carter gave a nod to Luke who was on the other side of the ice, who gave his little sister one back before they focused on their game.

Carter blurred out most of the game not even noticing her pain as they fought for the gold medal the entire time against USA.

Carter cheered as she got the winning OT Goal in the 2023 Gold Medal Game.


Connor who passed her the puck quickly jumped on her shaking her like crazy as the the rest of the team all surrounded her as they cheered and jumped around like crazy getting the second back to back gold medal.

Carter got handed the trophy and cheered as she skated towards her team holding it in the air, the adrenaline so high she didn’t even notice how bad her pain was in her face, such a high she didn’t even realize how bad the pain was until the next day when she woke up to her whole face pounding and knew the plane ride home was going to be bad.

Quinn who was waiting at the airport for Carter, smile quickly changed into a frown when he saw how sluggishly she was and how pale she looked, she quickly stumbled into Quinn who caught her making her groan in pain as her whole body has been moving for the whole eleven hour flight and she’s been in nonstop pain, especially as she had said goodbye to her parents and brother the night before as they had earlier flights home to Michigan so she just got on her flight in pain quickly realized that she made a stupid decision to get on the flight, A Jack kind of stupid decision.

“What’s wrong Cart.” Quinn quickly asked in concern gently brushing a piece of her hair from her face, her hair that was sticking to her face from sweating.

“Something is wrong with my cheek.” Carter slowly grunted out feeling even more pain by just moving and talking isn’t very helping.

“I thought it was just stitches?” Quinn hurriedly asked as he guided her to car grabbing her giant hockey bag and suitcase.

“I thought it was too.” Carter grunted out panting as she sat in the passenger seat, she looked at her big brother feeling tears welling up in her eyes from being so overwhelmed and having felt some sort of pain from the last week and a half, “It got worse.”

Quinn nodded pressing a very soft kiss to her forehead before looking at her, “Let’s get this figured out.” He loaded her stuff into the car and quickly drove to the emergency room.

The news wasn’t what they had wanted, the doctors immediately took her into emergency surgery because the doctor in Turkey had completely missed the break in Carter’s Cheekbone, she should’ve of had surgery a week ago but she’s been playing a hockey tournament instead.

Quinn called their parents telling them everything that happen and they promised they be there as soon as possible, He facetimed Jack and Luke telling them everything as well but neither could move their schedules to come out.

Quinn sat alone for the first few hours she was in surgery letting everyone what’s going on, he let the Canucks team know everything of Carter’s injury as she won’t be playing for a few weeks.

Quinn let the team know in their group chat and immediately Brock, Elias and Cole were driving over together and coming to the hospital. Quinn also called Connor to let him know about Carter in surgery.

Carter surgey was done six hours later, and when she woke up she felt very mild pain compared to the pain the last few days, her eyes blinked a few times before she looked down seeing Quinn holding her hand and Elias, Brock and Cole sitting on a couch in the room. She saw a stuff animal Kangaroo with a bouquet of flowers on the bedside table, multiple balloons and different flower blowup.

She squeezed Quinn’s hand not sure if she could talk after her surgery. Quinn head snapped up at the feeling of her moving, “Your awake little bird!“ He gained the attention of the other three who all quickly looked to Carter.

“Don’t talk, not for a little bit.” Quinn told her seeing her lips move, Quinn grabbed the notepad and pen off the bed side table and handed it to her.

Carter quickly wrote on the notepads handing it back to Quinn, “How Long?” Carter needed to know how long she wasn’t allowed to play.

“Four weeks max, faster depending on your healing.” Quinn sadly and soflty explained knowing she might not be able to make her first all star game.

Carter determined pursed her lips knowing she heals fast always had, and she didn’t want to miss out on her first all star game because of an injury.

Carter did make her first NHL All Star game, having got cleared the day before. The second she was allowed to be moving at all she got on the ice that day taking it slow but still practicing she missed three weeks of games but came back right after the All Star game was over, coincidentally her second game against her brother Jack.

[luna0713hunter]

saw u were gna write for reno and i was so happy bcs i NEED reno fics bcs there js not enough😭

if u could write something like y/n has an inferiority complex towards kikoru bcs she’s always second to her and reno notices this, but on a mission y/n gets heavily injured and he comes in to help… and rest is up to you! obviously u can ignore this as well, have a good day🫶

A/n : omgs hi!!!so happy to see you requesting my dear!! And i just love your idea????? I'm honestly such a sucker for hurt/comfort trope!!!thank you for request darling~ hope you enjoy it!

Take this lonely heart

Reno Ichikawa x reader

sweet and soft,hurt/comfort,injuries and blood

Kikoru is amazing.

That's not as shocking as the first time you've seen her; she's long proven to be most talented person there is in fighting kaiju. She's a pretty girl,with her blond hair and sparkling eyes. And the way she walks like she own every room she steps inside.

She's simply amazing. And that's a well known fact by now.

Skies are blue, the night is dark and Kikoru Shinomiya is a perfect human being.

And as you watch her slice down yet another Yoju with such grace all the while you're holding your bleeding side, you cant help but to envy her. You dont hate Kikoru,no. Far from that actually. But its just frustrating; seeing her fight so effortlessly while you're struggling to keep your eyes open. She rushes around, slicing Kaiju after Kaiju down, all the while keeping her grin plastered on her face.

She looks so happy, so beautifully graceful and strong, that has your throat burning with anger towards yourself.

Why cant you be that strong?

You jump out of the way just as one of the Wyverns dives down, just in time for someone too shoot the freeze rounds. And when the rifle goes off,you know immediately who it belongs to.

You look up from where you're crouched behind a giant boulder to see Kikoru landing the finishing blow on the kaiju.

When she lands on the ground again, she gives Reno a half smile.

Jealousy burns behind your eyes as you watch Reno compliment Kikoru on her performance. You blink rapidly, trying to clear your vision ; this is a battlefield, with people trying to survive all around you. You dont have time to feel sorry for yourself. You have to fight as well; make sure every one of the Wyverns are death before they get the chance to attack any of the civilians outside the base.

You suck in a harsh breath and hold your rifle tightly as you march forward all by yourself. You know its stupid; to rush head first without any support. But the image of Kikoru and Reno has been burned in your mind, and you cant shake it off.

You need to prove yourself; to your teammates, to your captains.

To Reno above all.

Your rifle is ready to shoot when a Wyvern bursts through a building. You arms are steady, and your breath is shakey. But your aim is perfect.

Or at least, it would've been if another Wyvern hadn't dove down and knocked you off of your feet.

Your head makes contact with the concrete with a loud 'bang' that knocks the air out of your lungs. You can hear the blood rush in your ears along with a deafening ringing as you try to blink away the stars from dancing in your vision. You hear the distance sound of one of the Kaiju's screech, and you reach blindly for your rifle. When your fingers wrap around the familiar metal, you push yourself up despite your head pounding and and your whole body shaking.

You wont give up, no.

Your aim isnt as perfect as before, but when you shoot the second Wyvern in the back with your remaining release power that's probably not much, the Kaiju let's out a loud screech before exploding; sending it's blood and guts flying everywhere.

And although you probably have a concussion, you cant stop the small feeling of joy and victory that spreads across your chest.

But unfortunately, your joy is short lived ; just as you're about to limp your way back to your team, the first Wyvern comes back.

And gods above does it look angry.

The kaiju lets out a loud scream, and raises a claw and before you can even react, you feel the sharp pain explode in your side. And when you open your eyes again, you're laying on your back on the ground as blood pours out of your wounds.

You watch the Wyvern open its mouth, ready to fire, and you think its amazing how the concussion makes everything seem in slow motion. But you think it also sucks; to die in your second battle while your friends still need your help.

The blood coming from your head has made its way to your eyes, and you try to blink it away. You're so tired and dizzy from the blood lost, that you think you're hallucinating when suddenly the kaiju freezes over. Your so busy to keep your eyes open, that you dont even notice Kikoru arriving and taking down the last Wyvern in the area. Every sound seems to come from under the water and you feel awfully cold even in your special suit, but when warm hands hold your cheeks and you hear distant yelling, you know you've closed your eyes without even realizing.

"Y/n!!" The voice is panicked, worried and awfully familiar, "Y/n!open your eyes!!! don't fall asleep!!"

It takes a lot of effort, but when you finally do open your eyes, you're met with a pair of silver-violet eyes.

"Reno...?" Your voice is barely audible, but Reno hears it. He holds your hand tightly as he shifts you in his embrace, squeezing your hand with reassurance.

"Yeah its me..." He croaks, voice cracking, " I'm here... I should've been here sooner, I'm so sorry."

" 's not your fault." Your eyes flutter shut momentarily but opening once more when Reno calls your name with a small shake to your aching body, " I should've been more careful... its my fault for being so weak..."

"What are you talking about?" His hold around your shoulder tightens. You feel him getting up with you still in his embrace; he's probably taking you to the nearest medic around, "you did great. You defeated that Wyvern all by yourself. Without any backup or help."

"But I'm not..." You swallow around the lump in your throat and squeeze your eyes shut when you feel the tears starting to burn them, "I'm not as good as Kikoru. I'll never be as good as her."

Reno gives you a confused look as he rushes forward; eyes searching for the medic Haruichi had mentioned.

"Why are you comparing yourself to her?"

"Because," your sob has Reno stopping in his track; eyes wildly searching for the source of your discomfort, "because...you always keep looking at her...i know she's perfect,in everything, but no matter how hard i try, i cant...." You hide your face in his chest, " be like her for you..."

The man holding you is dead silence. You think you can hear the distant sound of explosion and your captains fighting, but no sound comes from Reno. You've lost enough blood that makes you want to just close your eyes and sleep this horrible day off, but when you feel Reno move again, it has your eyes fluttering open once more.

"Y/n," Reno's voice is stern, a tone you've ever heard when he's begging Hibino-san to not transform to his kaiju form, "look at me... please."

When you comply, he gives you a soft smile; the ones only reserved for you that has butterflies flying in your stomach.

"I dont need you to be like her for me." He pauses and shakes his head with a hint of a laugh, "hell,i dont want you to ever be like her."

You can hear the medics' shouts near by, and judging by the way Reno's face relaxes slightly, you're probably in a safe zone for now.

"I want you to be you. I want the y/n who cried when Senpai got accepted as an official officer. I want the y/n who stayed by my bedside whenever i get injured and doesn't leave until i eat something." His smile grows, softer than you've seen, "i want 'you' who's always there for me. I want 'you', who's strong, independence, and stubborn as hell and sometimes gives me heart attack." When a small giggle escapes from your bloody lips, Reno also lets out a laughter of his own.

He nods to the medic who walks by and motions for him to put you down on the nearest makeshift med. Reno gently puts you down, mindful of your injuries but as soon as you're settled, he takes hold of your hand with both of his own. He smiles, and a suddenly pink dusts his pale cheeks.

"I want the y/n... who I've fell in love with. I want you, no one else. And definitely not Kikoru." Your cheeks feel like they're on fire, but the tired smile you give him is genuine, "i mean, have you seen her? She drives me crazy!"

Your laughter is a small thing but the sound is enough to relax Reno more. The silver haired boy bends down and kisses your forehead gently; making your eyes flutter shut.

"Get some rest. I'll be back before you know it."

You watch as Reno gets up and talks with other teammates. But before he can leave, his name falls from your lips. He immediately turns around and waits for you to say whatever's on your mind with enough patients that has your heart melt in your chest.

"I love you too, Reno," you smile as his ears suddenly turn red, "be safe."

And he only turns his back to Iharu's harsh teasing and trips over his own feet.

"See you soon, babe."

[mattsturniolosmuse]

Innocence

Percy Jackson x Daughter of Aphrodite Reader

Summary: You're the new girl at camp, a daughter of Aphrodite. As soon as Percy lays eyes on you, he's in love. He does whatever he can to talk to you; to be near you and to make you notice him. You are innocent; too innocent; too sweet.

Warnings: Smut, p in v, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex, sub! percy, dom! reader

You stopped, letting grover walk ahead of you. He turns around.

"Come on! Chiron is waiting!" He says excitedly. You were still in shock. The conversation you had earlier that day with Grover stuck in your mind.

You're a daughter of Aphrodite.

No I'm not! Are you serious?

And here you were, standing in front of Camp Half Blood. Grover grabs your hands and pulls you past the barrier. As he took you further into the camp, you saw more. People fighting each other with swords, other satyrs, and people practicing archery.

You followed Grover with your head low as he walked you to your cabin.

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Oh Gods. Not now, not here! Percy's eyes stopped on you. The way your tight dress showed off every part of your body; your breasts nearly spilling out. His eyes searched all over you; he wanted to take everything in. He rushed back to his cabin and hastily pulled his straining cock out of his pants. He pumped himself fast; letting out a string of curses and gurgles.

He needed to learn your name. More importantly, he needed you.

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"These are your siblings! Make yourself comfortable." Grover said, letting you into the cabin. The cabin reeked of designer perfume; you weren't complaining, you loved a good perfume. But you thought it was a bit much. A girl with long, dark hair, like yours, approached you.

"Hi! I'm Silena. Your camp leader." She says, sticking out her hand, freshly manicured nails catching your eye. You take her hand, and she shows you to your bed. You were surprised; most of your clothes and belongings from home were already here.

You lied down on the bed, your eyes wandering about the ceiling. Soon enough, you had fallen asleep.

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"Y/N, wake up. It's dinner." You stirred slowly, raising your head from the pillow.

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Percy's eyes fluttered towards the Aphrodite cabin every time he heard it open. Much to his dismay, you never seemed to be coming out. But he thought wrong.

You took your spot at the Aphrodite table next to Silena. Percy was staring. He had never been so... in love? He didn't know the correct word for it. All he knew was that he needed to talk to you.

When you stood up to give your offerings, he stood up as well. You two reached the fire at the same time, scraping the food into the fire. Percy locked eyes with you.

"Hey." He says. You smile.

"Hi." You respond. You turn back around. Percy curses to himself.

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It was your first time playing capture the flag. Most of the Aphrodite girls never played; too scared to break their nails or burn their hair. But you and Silena joined the Ares cabin, and also had the Hephaestus cabin. On the other team was Apollo, Athena and Poseidon.

Your mind drifted off to the boy from the fire; Percy, they said his name was. Yes, you did some asking around, you were curious. He wasn't gallant and cocky like most of the other camp kids. He seemed... gentle, almost. Like he was afraid of everything and anything. You were soon about to find out just how fearless he was.

As Chiron called go, you rushed off to guard the flag. That was your job. You weren't sure how good you would do, but you needed to learn somehow. Silena had given you some tips. You were soon joined by Clarisse.

"Are you sure you got this?" She asked you. You hesitate, and go to nod, but burst into tears.

"I'll take that as a no, then? Hey, it's alright. The first week is always scary. You'll get used to it." She says, awkwardly patting your back.

You didn't know what to do or how to do it.

"How about you go by the creek and holler at me whenever you see someone coming?" She says. You nod. That would be easy enough.

You took your spot at the creek, spinning in circles. No one caught your eye.

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Surely she would be taking an easier job. Lookout, maybe? Percy was trying to find you. He couldn't give a rats ass if his team won or lost Capture the flag. His priority was you.

And there you were; leaning against a tree, bow in hand. He chuckled. You really had no clue what you were doing. You looked hopeless; and his mind drifted to how hopeless you would look in his bed.

His mind snapped back to reality when he heard you shouting.

"Clarisse! Poseidon kid!" You had shouted.

"Aye!" He heard Clarisse call back. You and Percy made eye contact. His blue eyes pierced your soul. You shuddered.

"Hey, Percy." You said. He smiled and approached you.

"I'll go easy on you." He says, letting you stop him from passing.

"How 'bout we pretend you beat me up, hm?" He says, laying on the ground.

"You think I'm that hopeless?" You say.

Yes. He thinks to himself.

He finds himself looking at you. Your armor fit you quite well; it wasn't big on you like it was on him his first time.

"You're really pretty." He says, without thinking. You blush.

"Thanks." You say with a smile.

"Why don't you stand up?" You ask, holding out your hand. He grabs it, and you pull him up. You were a lot stronger than he thought you would be.

"I'm Y/N." You say, brushing dirt off of his back.

"Yeah... I'm Percy." He says, dumbfounded. You chuckle.

"I know." You say. He wanted you so bad. The way you look at him; your smile, your beautiful eyes, everything about you made him crazy. And he finds himself in the same spot he did when he first saw you.

"Fuck! Uh... I'll see you later!" He sas quickly, covering his crotch with his hand. Her eyes drifted down towards his hand. Her face turns red.

As Percy is running away, she calls back to him. He didn't turn around.

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You had a plan; it was nearly midnight, and you knew everybody would be in bed right now. You slowly snuck out of your cabin, making your way to Poseidon's. You let yourself in, surprised that the door was unlocked.

This cabin had multiple beds and bunks; but only one was occupied.

Percy lay asleep, the blanket ruffled at his feet. He slept in sweatpants and no shirt. Wetness pooled in your panties as your eyes scan his abs. You climb over top of him, straddling his waist. He didn't even stir, but you could feel his cock rising. You smirk as you shimmy down his legs, pulling the drawstring of his sweats, and pulling them down along with his boxers. You blushed at the sight of him.

You kiss his tip gently, and it twitches. You take all of Percy in your mouth, and he wakes up, groaning. He looks down, his hair sticking up at odd angles. He sees you with his cock shoved all the way down your throat.

He lets out a loud moan as you squeeze his balls gently. Your hand reaches up and covers his mouth. His head falls back onto his pillow as he bucks up into your mouth. You gag as it hits the back of your throat.

You were so pretty to him, like this. Your mascara was dripping down your face, your pretty pink lips stretched across his cock. You feel him twitching, and you pull your hand off of his mouth.

"I'm coming" He moans out, and you suck him faster as his load shoots down your throat. Strings of curses and mixes of your name spill out of his mouth as he pulls you up to him and smashes his lips onto yours.

You are straddling him again. You slowly grind into his cock, letting out a moan from the feeling. He takes that as his opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You trail your lips down his body and lick a stripe on his neck. You bite at the skin and he bucks up into you.

He tries to flip you over, but you don't let him. You sit on his chest.

"I'm in charge." You say. He moans at that response. You slowly pull your sweater over you head, and Percy's hand immediately cups your boob. You smack his hand away.

"No touching. Be a good boy and I'll let you touch me after." You tell him. He nods.

You slide your fluffy pajama pants down your legs, leaving you in lacy pink panties, with a small bow at the front. Percy moans, not moving his eyes from your core one bit as you take them off. Since you are sitting on his chest, your soaked pussy is right there in his face; and he does everything he can not to push you back and devour you.

"So wet." He mutters, his fingers itching towards you. You shake your head, moving back down to his cock.

"I'm gonna ride you, ok? You gonna be a good boy?" You ask, and he nods, bucking upwards.

"No cumming till I say, no touching, a'ight?" You add. And he nods. You slowly sink yourself down on him, and Percy lets out a loud moan.

"Shh.." You say, rocking back and forth on him. You place your hands on his chest, boobs hanging in his face. You pull off of him completely, and slam back down.

"Gods! Please, lemme touch you. Please." Percy moans out, his eyes stuck on your breasts. You continue bouncing up and down on him.

"No. Wait. Be a good boy." You say.

"Ok. I'll be a good boy." He mutters under his breath. Your pace gets faster, and your legs start to cramp up. That's when you start going in circles, making Percy go crazy.

"Oh, fuck! Please, p-please please let me cum! I promise I'll be a good boy after. I f-fucking need it." He moans. He is a mess of moans and hiccups and tears. You ponder it.

"Ok, baby. Cum for me." You say. The second you say it, he releases inside of you.

"Touch me." You moan. He sits up and his hands grip your waist, pushing you down further. You head falls back as his cock is buried deeper inside of you.

"Gods, Percy!" You moan, clenching around him. His lips attach to your breasts, sucking hickeys into the soft skin. He flips you over and starts pounding into you. He pistons his hips up into you, and all that filled the room was skin slapping as his balls smacked your ass. And, of course, the moans.

"Percy! R-right there," You moan, wrapping your arms around him, your nails leaving marks in his skin. He whimpers as you draw blood.

"I'm s-so close, Percy." You say. Percy lifts your legs over his shoulder, and moans as you clench around him.

"D-do that again. Clench your pussy around my thick cock, baby." He says. Your walls flutter around him again, and you release a few moments later. He pulls out of you. He still needed more. He moves in between your legs, and grabs your thighs to pull them apart. His pupils get larger as he sees your pussy dripping with his cum.

He places a gentle kiss to your swollen clit, and licks a stripe along your folds. Then he dives right in.

You were in a state of pure bliss. You were seeing stars; you couldn't even remember how to breathe. You finally catch your breath, and your mind fills with Percy.

Percy, Percy, Percy. He was the only thing you could think about. His tongue enters you and you cover your mouth to stop you from screaming. Percy removes your hand and pulls off of you. His face is dripping with your fluids.

"I wanna here you, baby. Here your pretty noises." He says.

He goes back down on you, keeping eye contact. He watches as you throw your head back. He grinds down into his bed, over and over, watching you squirm under his touch. His cock twitches as he releases over his bed, still eating your out. He was sure that ambrosia would taste like you after this. He could stay like this forever.

"You taste like heaven." He moans out.

He has to hold your waist to stop you from grinding into his mouth. He flicks his tongue and you shudder as you hit your second orgasm of the night. He climbs back over you and kisses you gently.

"I've been wanting to do that every since I laid eyes on you." He says, stroking your hair.

"What, 6 hours ago?" You giggle. He nods, attaching his lips onto yours again. It quickly got heated.

Let's just say that you guys didn't sleep very much that night.

[kismetconstellations]

@sockdooe You absolutely do not need to apologize, ever, for "dumping" rants in the tags of my posts. I happen to love reading everything you have to say, and look forward to these "dumps", every time I see your username pop up in my notifications.

People are allowed to write and headcanon whatever they want (Looking at you, "Black Paladin Lance" AUs), but, it's concrete, indisputable canon that the Black Lion and Shiro had the strongest bond of any human Paladin and Lion pair.

Yes, Lance was the first to have a connection with a Lion, and the Red Lion came to Keith's aid of her own volition, just as the Green Lion likewise rushed to protect Pidge. That in no way negates just how much focus was given to building Shiro's bond with Black, and establishing him as the Paladin she chose, because they understood, valued, and trusted one another. Sure, the Black Lion absorbing Shiro into her inner quintessence might very well be a reference to the episode of Neon Genesis Evangelion where Shinji Ikari's body is similarly absorbed by his EVA Unit. Goodness knows there are plenty references to NGE and other anime scattered about. Shiro's Season One/Two design seems to have taken some heavy inspiration from Guts- shock of stress-induced white on a head of black hair, strong, square jaw, prosthetic arm, distinct lateral scar across the bridge of his nose-

-and he was originally intended to marry Roy Focker.

Nevertheless, it speaks volumes that this ancient, sentient force looked at a traumatized, battle-scarred, yet still extraordinarily gentle man with blood on his hands, sins to atone for, and feelings of self-loathing and desperation to prove himself worthy, prove that every fight in the Arena and every life he took to keep himself alive, every precious second of time he was able to steal back from Death's inescapable grip meant something if he can do good with all of the evil that has touched him, permeating the very essence of his being, and decided Him. He's the one I want. To the point of holding onto whatever she could of him after he died.

And, as much as this show tried to undermine that with Keith and the Clone Shiro being able to pilot the Black Lion, and later showing the previous Paladins also being preserved by their Lions' quintessence- inside of Haggar/Honerva's mind, despite the fact that she killed them outside of their Lions, because Season Eight's writing is an absolute convoluted mess- it will never, ever diminish the fact that Shiro is so special, not one, but two magic-powered sentient spacecrafts adopted him as their Person.

(I do wish the Atlas's interior wasn't so dark, dreary, and dull, though. They couldn't have given this poor man a ship with white walls and turquoise accents, or something? It had to be dingy gray and Galaxy Garrison orange?)

Even if we ignore the fans who hyperfocus on Lance and Keith, determined to turn them into the ultimate tragic heroes/victims of the universe/hyper-competent badasses/supremely empathetic Hearts of the Team (sorry, but that title belongs to Hunk. It will always belong to Hunk)/discount Shiros, the treatment of Shiro by the fandom has, since its inception, been dubious, at best.

He's a cheerleader for Keith/Lance. He's an obstacle to Keith/Lance, so we'll pair him off with Allura. No, wait, never mind, he's twenty-five, and therefore, absolutely off limits to every single one of the Paladins, and Allura, as a potential romantic partner, and anyone even slightly okay with one of these ships deserves to be harassed and indiscriminately labeled a "pedophile", including Shiro's voice actor. (We'll completely overlook, of course, that Keith is also a legal adult, and shipping him with any of the younger Paladins should, by those standards, be verboten, as well.) Shiro is the "Token Gay" who we'll cast aside in favor of Keith and/or Lance, but throw him the meagerest scrap of bone in the form of pairing him off with either the (dead) man who canonically ended their relationship on poor terms because he couldn't handle the emotional strain of another one of Shiro's medical scares, or the piece of glorified set dressing with no personality to speak of who Shiro barely interacts with, and whose name is never once spoken onscreen. Wait, no, Shiro's actually not gay enough (because he's not a mincing, flamboyant stereotype?), so we'll complain that we were "queerbaited" over a ship featuring a canonically heterosexual teenage boy that was never, ever going to happen.

And, the fans who do gravitate toward Shiro tend to sexualize him to the extent of discarding- or fetishizing- his trauma to get him naked and railing (in the most Out of Character portrayal imaginable), or being railed by, their character of choice as swiftly as possible.

Disgusting.

I can only hazard a guess that Shiro has been afflicted with so much extensive, irreversible trauma, fanfiction authors who are simply writing for fun with the intention of living vicariously through these characters don't want to have to confront the ugly, less than titillating reality of that trauma, or so much as touch it with a thirty-nine and a half foot pole. So, they choose to pretend it doesn't exist, or gloss over it, in exactly the manner the show, itself, does. This includes his illness, which, if we take Lauren Montgomery and Joaquim Dos Santos at their word, was written into Shiro's character from conception, along with his homosexual identity.

"I think a lot of his backstory was created independently, even from his sexual orientation, ‘cause that was just a part of who he was but it wasn’t necessarily a discovery moment. So the vast majority of the conversations of his backstory were around figuring out what else is there, the illness and those aspects of it. Him being gay was just something that we had always wanted to do with him from early on."

And, in the case of fans who try to turn their favorites into Shiro, which is one of the strangest, most inexplicable phenomena I have ever encountered in all of my years on the internet in fandom spaces- why designate a character as your favorite if you desperately need them to be someone else, instead of accepting them as they are?- they have to be slapping a prosthetic on those characters purely for the cheap angsty aesthetic.

Which is to be expected when people steal distinct traits from another character to apply to their favorite like a patchy, uneven coat of paint layered over top of what was already there. They don't understand why that other character had those traits, to begin with. They, presumably, see Shiro with his scars, his personal history with Sendak, Haggar, and Zarkon, the three most powerful and intimidating villains in the series, the physical and emotional evidence of the experimentation and torture Shiro was subjected to while in captivity, his relationship with the Black Lion, his irreplaceable presence and role on the team as a firm but gentle guiding light, and decide, "That's unique and makes him stand out as someone special and important. My favorite deserves to be special and important, too! So, I'll take what he has and give it to them!" It really is like a kid wanting another kid's favorite toy because their own isn't "good enough", and I can honestly say I've never seen this sort of behavior in any other fandom. If Lance and Keith fans, as they tend to be the prime perpetrators, recognize that Shiro has innate narrative significance and desirable qualities, why not adopt him as their favorite, instead?

It all comes back to the fanbase's rampant ageism, the ages of the fans, themselves (you'd have to be pretty darned young to think a twenty-five year-old is old enough to be a teenager's "dad"), and, I think, the fact that Shiro is a conventionally masculine gay man, rather than a skinny twink, so it isn't as easy to project more effeminate characteristics onto him.

Lance uses skin masks and moisturizes.

Shiro either doesn't sleep, or wakes up inhumanly early to do push-ups.

Characters with more reserved, subdued personalities also tend to be cast aside and written off as "boring" in favor of overtly loud, flashy, mostly comic relief ones. There is nothing wrong with preferring one or the other, and both have their place, especially in stories aimed at child audiences where a bit of levity is necessary after watching characters go through high stakes and intense emotional strain. But, it has always been my opinion that people who overlook the guarded, noble, self-sacrificing leaders who voluntarily bear the weight of the world on their shoulders have poor taste. That sort of frank dismissal demonstrates an unwillingness to peer past the supposedly "uninteresting" surface and see what makes these characters pillars of leadership, virtue, and heroism, in the first place.

Like reaching out to a kid the rest of the world has given up on, and offering him a helping hand.

Like being willing to paint yourself as a bloodthirsty savage and attacking a scared friend to keep him out of a fight where he surely would have lost his life.

Like offering encouragement, guidance, and support to the people in your care, so they come to trust you as a friend, and confidante.

And, never hesitating to protect someone who can't protect themselves.

Takashi Shirogane is beautiful, inside and out.

The "fans" who don't understand or appreciate that, and especially the ones who think this show could have possibly stood to benefit from killing him permanently, have objectively rancid opinions. And, should almost definitely steer clear of trauma survivors, because they fail to understand what Shiro means to us as a representation of the kind of person we all could be if we're willing to never give up on ourselves, and try.

Let him be showered in all of the tender forehead kisses, get to sleep on the comfiest plush mattress, and be surrounded by an army of soft and fluffy plushies. Forever and ever.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Nameless, Faceless: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Summary: Not even four hours after the case in Canada, you're thrown into another one. This time, without Hotch. You have a sinking feeling he's not just blowing you off to get some sleep. There's something wrong.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: welcome to the first episode of season 5! i hope you enjoy this series just as much as i loved writing it! <3

I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated.

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They're all concerned about Spencer but even more concerned about Hotch and whether he's going to survive or not. They rush him to the same hospital that Hotch is in to keep them both in the same area. You've been by Hotch's side the whole time and he hasn't woken up yet. You rub your hands together nervously and look to the left of you to see your team fast-walk down the hallway.

"Hey, he's still not conscious."

"Are you sure it was Foyet?" Rossi asks.

"I felt his energy at Hotch's place. I saw what happened. Hotch lost a lot of blood but he's been stable since I arrived. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't want you to be distracted. Plus, he was checked in with Derek's credentials that he stole the last time we saw him."

"Did they catch him on the security camera?"

"I saw him drop Hotch off but the camera is only at the entrance. I got a feel of the direction he went in but I lost him right outside the parking lot. I don't know where he is."

"It doesn't make sense for him to have brought Hotch to the ER. We know Foyet gets off on power and control. Maybe what he wants is for Hotch to know his life was in his hands."

"He could do that without risking the hospital," Derek says.

"What happened to Spencer? I heard a gunshot go off over the phone. Is he okay?"

"He was shot in the knee," JJ explains. "He's here getting treatment."

You want nothing more than to go to him but if he's still in surgery or getting care, you don't want to interrupt that. Hotch groans as he comes out of his mini coma-like state.

"Agents, he's waking up," the doctor says. "Remember, he's weak. Don't push him."

"Where am I?" Hotch whispers.

"In the hospital."

"How did I get here?"

"Foyet drove you. Can you remember what happened?" you ask gently.

Hotch stays silent for a moment. 

"What did he take?" Everyone looks at each other in confusion. "The Reaper always takes something from his victims. Do we know what he took?"

"There was a page missing from your day planner in the address section," you say. "The Bs."

"What did he leave?" he winces in pain.

"I don't know. I looked over your whole apartment. Nothing felt out of place."

"Where are my clothes?"

You grab the bag with his bloody clothes and other belongings and set them on his legs. You pull out the bloody shirt and open the bag for him to go through. He pulls out what looks like a wallet but is Derek's credentials. Folded inside is a picture of Hayley and Jack.

He's going after Hayley and Jack.

"Haley's maiden name is Brooks. I always listed her in the Bs in my personal information in case it fell into the wrong hands. He knows where they live," Hotch sighs.

"Don't worry, Hotch. We'll take care of it."

Everyone but Emily decides to leave the hospital in search of Hayley. You would have stayed behind but you're better in the field than by Hotch's side. Spencer is still getting treated so you have no business staying behind. JJ tries calling Hayley three times but she isn't answering.

"She's not answering."

Derek takes out his phone and calls Penelope.

"Garcia, I need FBI SWAT deployed to Hotch's old address."

"Oh, God, do you think he's going after Hayley and Jack?"

"I don't know. Just send a SWAT team. Tell them to wait for instructions. We're on our way."

"Consider them there."

"We need to be prepared for what we might find. Foyet kept Hotch alive. He wouldn't do that without a reason."

There's no time to speculate because Foyet could already be there murdering Hayley and Jack. When the team arrives at her house, SWAT is already there waiting. As soon as Derek gives the green light, SWAT members pile into the house with your team mixed in with them. Hayley is in the house, you can feel her. Foyet's energy is nowhere to be found which means you got to her before he could.

You walk upstairs with Derek and two other SWAT members. Hayley is in her room wearing yoga clothes, headphones are in her ears, and she is doing laundry. She turns to put clothes away and screams loudly from seeing a bunch of people in her house.

"Oh, my God!" she gasps.

"It's okay. It's okay," you calm her down.

"What are you all doing here?"

"We got her," Derek says to Emily who is on the phone with him.

"What's going on?"

"Is there anyone else in the house?" you ask.

"No, there's no one here."

"Where's Jack?"

"He's at a friend's house for a play date."

"We need to get him back here."

"Where's Aaron?"

"He's in the hospital."

"What?" she gasps.

"Hayley, call for Jack. Tell them I'm on the way to pick him up. I promise you we'll explain. Call for him right now. Text me the address," Derek says and leaves the room.

"Tell me what happened to Aaron," she says as she does what she's told.

"He was stabbed nine times presumably last night or early this morning. We know who did it and we're doing everything we can to try and find him. We think he's going after you and Jack next. I know this is a shock right now, but you need to pack a bag. You can't stay here right now. You two will be placed in the Witness Protection Program."

"Wait, are you serious right now?"

"Yes."

"Is this really necessary?"

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"I don't know," Rossi answers.

Hayley knows she needs to listen to your team right now so she starts to pack a very large bag knowing she isn't going to come back here for a while. Derek and Jack come back ten minutes later, and he has the biggest smile on his face.

"Mommy! They let me turn on the siren!"

"Wow, that's so great, baby! Did you have fun?" Hayley smiles through the pain.

"I'll help start a bag in Jack's room," JJ says and leaves.

"Okay. How many times did you run it? How many times?" Jack holds up three fingers and she chuckles. "Three?"

As soon as Hayley and Jack are packed up and ready to go, you take her to the hospital so she can talk to Hotch. Rossi already made some calls to other agents about placing them into protective custody, so those agents meet you at the hospital. Jack is waiting with one of the agents so Hayley can speak to her ex-husband alone.

It sucks knowing their situation (minus the whole Foyet thing) because they didn't divorce because they stopped loving each other. They divorced because loving each other hurt them too much.

While you let them talk, you go find Spencer who is on the other side of the hospital. You grab some jello for him on your way and you keep it hidden behind your back to surprise him. He is trying to find something on the TV to watch when you knock on his door.

"Hey," he smiles brightly and turns off the TV.

"I can't leave you alone, can I?"

"How's Hotch?"

"Physically? He's going to be okay. Emotionally? Not so much. We have to place Hayley and Jack in protective custody, so they're talking right now before they leave." You walk over to his bed and sit on the edge of it. You reach up and move some of his hair out of his eyes. "You need a haircut." Spencer laughs and grabs your hand while it's still on his cheek. He moves your palm to his mouth and he kisses the center of your hand. You rub his cheekbone with your thumb while looking into his eyes with so much love. "I bought you something."

You take the jello out from behind your back and his eyes light up.

"Thanks!" He eats a few bites happily. "Good news is that all I need are some crutches for a while."

"Don't worry, I'm going to take good care of you."

"I know," he smiles.

If he's going to go through all this trouble to incriminate you, the least he can do is stick around to watch your downfall. The block in which he left his last victim is sectioned off with yellow police tape even though there is a large crowd forming around the perimeter. Several officers are located on the outside to keep the public from barging in, and he squeezes himself through the crowd to get to the front.

If this is going to work, he needs to know what the police know so he knows how to proceed from here.

"Excuse me, officer? What's going on here?" he asks.

He's masked his real voice with a fake southern accent he's been working on for weeks.

"There's been a murder. Everything is fine, sir."

"Officer, I walk down this street every day and night. Am I safe? I live right down the block."

"Where?"

"Right there."

The man points to the apartment building on the corner of the street.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

"No, sir."

The officer lifts the tape up so the man can step through so he's not stuck in the crowd. The officer doesn't take him to where the dead body is, but he wants some privacy from the onlookers.

"What's your name?"

The man doesn't hesitate to answer.

"Frank Livingston."

"What's a good phone number to reach you at?"

"619-555-0122."

"Where were you last night between the hours of ten and five in the morning?"

"Out here, unfortunately. I have a hard time sleeping ever since I had a stroke a few years ago. I decided to go for a walk to try and clear my head."

"Did you happen to see anything?"

"Well, let's see. I walked outside and had a cigarette." The man chuckles and pats his breast pocket where his pack of cigarettes is. "The dang things will kill ya but I can't seem to put it down." He chuckles. "Anyway, I was walkin' and I didn't know what time it was because I forgot my phone. I saw this car parked on the side of the road, and there was someone lyin' on the ground like they'd been hit. Seeing y'all here makes me think they might not have been hit after all."

"Anything else?" the officer asks and writes down everything he says.

"I saw someone leanin' against the car, but I didn't know what they were doing. The light isn't great out here. My eyes have gone bad since the stroke. It nearly took out my sight altogether. I'm not sure what they were doin' but I know I saw hair."

"Hair?"

"Long hair like a female's. I got out of there so fast like I was fearing for my life. You know females these days got everything goin' on. They carry all kinds of protective weapons on them. I didn't want to end up like that fella."

"Anything else you noticed?"

"Not that I can recall. Like I said, I got out of there quickly."

"Okay. If you can remember anything, please give me a call."

The officer hands over his business card with his contact information, and Frank takes it from him.

"Yes, sir, I will."

Frank walks away from the crime scene with the fake persona still on him. When he gets far enough away, he drops the innocent act with a smirk. He crumbles the officer's card and tosses it into a nearby trash can.

x

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[mactavishwritings]

Fresh Ink part four

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x tattoo artist!reader

getting my tattoo made me wanna write a new part of this

tw: violence, blood, wounds, signs of PTSD, kidnapping, guns

part one | part two | part three | part four

It was Emma who found the card on the ground. She was confused at first, opening the shop up like normal. She set the card on the front desk along with the coffee she got for you both each morning. Emma grabbed your coffee before walking towards your studio room. She set the coffee down on the counter and looked around confused. Not only were you not there, but your station wasn't set up either. Your car was there, however, which worried her more. She went into the other studio room, which belonged to the other artist that you had hired.

Peaking her head into the room, she saw that the other artist, Henry, hadn't gotten in yet. She sighed, trying to calm her nerves. 'She must be in the bathroom.' Emma tried to convince herself, sitting down at the front desk. She picked up the card she found outside when Henry walked in the front door. "Hey Emma cake, how's it going?" Henry slapped his hand on the desk and gave her a concerned look. "I'm not sure. I haven't seen (Y/N) yet, but her car is here. I also found this card outside and it just seems so weird." Emma grabbed her phone and dialed Simon.

Simon was on base, helping Price train a new batch of recruits. He was standing behind them as they practiced firing weapons. He felt his pocket vibrate and took a quick peek at his phone. When he saw that Emma was calling him, he felt his heart drop. Emma very rarely contacted him, the only time he could recall that she had before was when you got hurt. "Price gotta step out for a minute." Simon showed the man his phone screen before jogging out of the room. "Hey Emma, what's up? Is everything okay?" He was quick to ask and immediately picked up on the concern in her voice. "Well, something weird is happening. (Y/N)'s car is here but she isn't. We've been looking for her everywhere and can't find her. The only thing we found was a black ace card?" Simon's stomach dropped and he immediately whipped his head towards Price. "Was there a note anywhere? With a black snake?" Simon said loud enough for Price to hear as he approached the man.

Emma looked around the doorway and saw a piece of paper she had missed before. "Uh yeah actually! Why? What happened to her?" Emma rushed back to the front desk. "We're on our way. Did she ever get those cameras installed?" Simon asked as he rushed to gather the rest of the team while Price went to inform Kate. "Yeah, she did, like last week. I'll get it pulled up by the time you guys get here."

After briefing the team, the ride over to the shop was eerie. Tense energy came from Simon, no one daring to speak. All he thought on the way there was the worst-case scenario. He knew that the team wouldn't stop until they brought you home. He knew that, but his mind brought him to the dark places that you worked so hard to bring him out of it. He worried that he wouldn't get to you in time, that you were being put into pain beyond imaginable. His knuckles were a bright white from holding onto his tactical vest as the truck rolled up to the tattoo parlor. Your tattoo parlor. The team started to make a perimeter around the surrounding area. Simon went inside the shop and Emma hugged the tall man immediately. "I wasn't sure what to do or who to call. We thought she might've been in the bathroom, but when I checked the camera footage. I think you're gonna wanna see for yourself."

Simon was handed the iPad that held the footage and moved to Price could watch the scene as well. The two men watched as you walked up to the door, paused, picked up something, and then a black van pulled up behind you. Simon felt a small sense of pride as you fought back against the arms that pulled you into the truck. You kicked and thrashed against them, but they managed to get you in. Simon's throat produced a guttural growl and he almost punched a hole in the wall but Soap stopped his arm, pulling him back. "We will find her. We know, at least, who took her. Let's get to work, L.t." Soap grabbed Simon's vest and shook him a little. They all regrouped and exchanged what little information they were able to gather. Simon was starting to get antsy and impatient and the team could tell. They wanted to get you back as soon as they were able, but it would be a suicide mission to just attack without a plan.

-

When your eyes opened, the first thing you noticed was a ringing in your ears. You tried to lift your hands to cradle your head, but they were tied down to a chair, bound by a tight rope. You pulled harder against the binds, but they didn't budge. A panic rose from your stomach, and you felt tears pool in your eyes. You knew that Simon was trained to handle being a prisoner of war, a hostage, but you weren't. You were just a citizen, having no training to pull back on. Tears rolled down your cheeks, fighting against the ropes. The door to the room you were being held in opened. You immediately flinched hard, trying to put as much distance between you and the man who waltzed in. He was vaguely familiar, but you weren't sure where from. "I've seen you before. Where?" You spoke out loud and the man laughed. "Your companion did a beautiful piece for me recently." Your eyes almost blew out of your head when it hit you. Henry had talked about that piece for weeks prior to doing it. It was while Simon was on a mission, probably trying to track the same man down.

"I don't know what you want with me, but whatever it is does not involve me." You begged, not sure what else to do. "I am sure it does." The man picked up a tool from the table that was just in the peripheral vision of your vision. You could see it enough to barely make out what the tool was. "Don't you worry too hard. I know that's probably hard for you to do anyway." The unnamed man patted your head and you flinched hard. "Don't touch me!" You cried harder, pulling away from him. The fear you felt in your body was something you had never experienced before. You were shaking with adrenaline or fear, you couldn't tell. You silently prayed, to anything that could hear you, desperately begging for your life. As the man came around to your front, you were finally able to make out what he grabbed from the table. It was a weighty knife, jagged near the handle, and colored black. "Do you know why I had the maker color this baby black for me?" You sobbed out, pushing back away from him.

"So the blood stands out more," he stated before driving the knife down into your thigh.

-

Simon was leading the tactical group, using the night as cover. His night vision goggles sat on the bridge of his nose, connected to his helmet. He felt a tap on his back, signaling that the team had made it across the opening without issue. The team was positioned outside of a large building, an old factory that had been abandoned and recently purchased by a false name. You were most likely being held hostage here and Simon's heart was pounding. The team got up to the main entrance and breached the door. The team's movement through the hallway was precise and studied. No misstep was taken as they cleared each room they passed. Simon caught himself being sloppy, mind wondering to what state he was going to find you in. He felt as though his gear weighed 30 more pounds than it had on previous missions.

The team climbed the stairs and shot down the guards who walked through the halls. There was a turn at the end of the hall and only two doors. There was something in Simon's body that told him you were in the closer door. It was almost as if he could feel your heartbeat guiding him to you, bringing him to his love. He braced himself against the wall and took a breath. He shut his eyes tightly before nodding to Gaz, who threw the battering ram against the door, right under the handle. The door flew open and Simon rushed in, his gun held high. His eyes immediately went to your limp body, taking in the harsh rise and fall of your chest. You were alive, barely, but seriously injured. Deep cuts scattered across your body, and your clothes were ripped apart and barely covering you.

Behind you stood your captor, holding a pistol to your head. "Drop the weapon. Now!" Simon shouted and the man chuckled. "Now! I have clearance to drop you right now. Put it down!" The man got closer to you and pulled your head up by your hair. Simon's fingers ached from his tight hold on his weapon. "You think that I care about dying? I stopped caring when I picked up this pretty little thing." He tapped the side of your face with his own loaded gun, almost purposefully showing off the glint of the bullets loaded into the chamber to Simon. Simon's eyes dropped quickly to your body. He wanted nothing more than to scoop you up and feel your heartbeat. "Touch her again and I'll shoot your fingers off one by one," Simon growls and the man steps back, hands coming up behind his head, fingers interlacing. The rest of the team came forward to zip-tie his hands together. "I am the angel of the darkness. We are all hidden and will show the world our powers from beyond the shadows. You will see us again."

Simon took note of the man's words before cutting through your binds. Your body fell forward against his chest and he pulled you closer, lifting your legs up as well to carry you out of the room. "Alpha 11-8, we got her. Need a helo and a medic on that evac." Simon spoke into his radio, alerting Price and Laswell that you were safe. The team brought you to the waiting helo and the medic laid you down on the stretcher to take a look at you securely on the ride to the base. The entire ride back, Simon was holding your hand tightly.

-

When you woke for the second time, the ringing had died. You smelled cleaning supplies instead of blood and musk. You still felt panic, unsure of your surroundings. Was this a trick? Were they making you believe you were safe as a new twisted form of torture? You heard the heart rate monitor beep louder, and faster, as you pushed yourself up and against the frame of the hospital bed. Your arms were strapped down and your mind went to the rope that held you down in the first place. "Woah, (Y/N)! Breath baby. You're safe." You heard a voice and fat tears rolled down your cheeks. "I don't know anything! Please! Let me go!" You thrashed around the bed, trying desperately to rip the straps off your arms. All the I.V. needles in your arms were knocked loose from your arms and started to slightly bleed. Suddenly, you were surrounded by men in white clothes and you screamed out more. Eyes screwed shut as you were injected with a clear fluid. You felt your body tense before involuntarily relaxing, feeling the muscle relaxer take hold of you. A woman appeared in your view, dressed in white but with no surgical mask covering her face like the others.

"Honey, you are no longer beyond enemy lines. You are safe here. Breath." She reached out and rubbed your chest with enough force to ground you. The sight of another woman with those kind words did help you breathe a little more evenly. You curled your body around her outstretched arm and she took you into her arms. You felt another hand reach out and rub your back. You turned your head out and saw Simon looking at you. He had his mask on but you were able to pick up on the relief in his eyes. "Si…" You gasped for air as you tried to reach out for him, but your arms were still pinned down. "Please…unite me please." You begged the nurse and she smiled warmly. "You promise you aren't going to fight us?" You frantically nodded and she undid the latch on your arms. Once you were unpinned, you practically leaped into Simon's arms. He had to force you back down onto the bed.

"I got you, baby girl. I swear to god I will make this up to you." Simon whispered in your hair as the doctors and nurses emptied the room. Once you were alone, you desperately pulled at his mask, needing his lips on yours. He thankfully got the hint and pulled his mask up enough to expose his lips and kissed you with the same amount of need you poured into him.

"I will tear him and that goddamn cult apart with my bare hands. I'm sorry for letting this happen." You shook your head, not wanting to talk more about it. "Just hold me please."

"I will never let you go."

-

maybe smut in the next part?

[stargazingellie]

lazarus is risen

chapter one: prologue

hiii :)

i'm writing something on ao3 and wanted to post it on here too, so here's the first installment!! (teehee)

here's a summary:

After deciding to let Abby live, Ellie has returned to Jackson. But given everything she's lost, it no longer feels like home. She's sad, she's confused, and above all else, she is so, so very lonely. So when a group of strangers shows up and offers her a second chance, she might just take them up on that.

Ellie must decide between staying in Jackson – and living with the ghosts of her past – or leaving in search of new meaning. Whatever she decides, her choice will have far-reaching consequences – not just for herself, or for Jackson, but for all of humanity.

Or:

Ellie saves the world, maybe?

(ellie williams x reader, post-tlou2, useless lesbians, slow burn, cross country road trip, lots of references to greek mythology, etc.)

Prologue: A separate introductory section of a literary or musical work.

The clock on the wall read 10:49 p.m. – well outside the bounds of typical working hours, even for the lab’s most dedicated personnel. Fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling of the large room emitted a low hum and sent rays of unnaturally harsh light spilling over empty  workbenches, abandoned petri dishes, and one single, solitary figure hunched over a microscope.

He adjusted his round, wire-rimmed glasses and fiddled with the magnification lenses. As he did so, he took meticulous notes in a well-worn binder, from whose edges years’ worth of handwritten, detailed data threatened to spill. Lost in his observation, a sudden burst of static from his walkie-talkie jolted him back to reality.

“This is Red Team 1 to Dr. Reynolds. Dr. Reynolds, come in.”

Frantically, the man finished what he was writing, set down his pencil, and responded, “Go for Reynolds.”

“Sir, there was an incident in Quadrant 3. Daniels is compromised. We’re bringing him in now. E.T.A. 7 minutes, over.”

The man quickly began packing up the binder, taking special care to keep all of the papers neat and in order. “Copy that. Bring him to the same operating room as last time, over.”

“Copy that. Over and out.”

The man packed his belongings into a leather satchel and hurried out of the quiet laboratory. Rushing up stairs and around corners, he arrived at the operating room and began setting up the necessary equipment as he struggled to catch his breath. This was so much easier when I was young, he thought to himself. Just as he positioned the final syringes, two men supporting a third between them burst through the heavy double doors with a loud bang.

Familiar with the routine, the pair lay the patient on the table as each secured a wrist and ankle cuff. The patient, whose metal nameplate read Daniels, did not resist.

Dr. Reynolds hastily pulled on gloves as he stepped beside the table to speak with the patient.

“I’m sorry this happened to you, Daniels. You’ve been of great service to our cause. I just want to make sure – you still want to go through with this? We can just end it now if you’ve changed your mind.”

Daniels gazed back at the doctor, beads of sweat already beginning to form on his pale forehead. “Yes,” he nodded. “I still want to. I’ve only ever wanted to help, in any way I can. I hope it works for you this time, and if not, well, maybe you’ll still get some useful data out of it.” He gave a weak smile and blinked back tears, as if trying to convince himself of his own statement.

Dr. Reynolds placed a gentle hand on the man’s shoulder. “I hope so too. I really do.”

Turning away, the doctor picked up the first of several syringes he had placed in two neat, even rows on the operating tray. One row was full of a milky liquid, while the other row of syringes lay completely empty. Addressing the two burly men who had brought Daniels in, Dr. Reynolds asked, “Where?”

“Stomach, sir,” one replied.

The doctor turned back to Daniels and lifted the hem of his blood-soaked shirt, revealing a ring of teeth marks on his lower abdomen. He inserted the needle into the center of the bite and injected the contents of the first syringe. Looking at his watch, he waited thirty seconds, then used an empty syringe to take a blood sample from the side of Daniels’ neck. Three more minutes of waiting to allow for further incubation. Inject at the site of infection. Another thirty seconds. Take a sample. He repeated the sequence until all syringes had been injected or contained a cerebral blood sample, labeled with small, neat handwriting.

Addressing Daniels directly, Dr Reynolds said, “Okay, that’s the last of them. I know you’ve seen this process happen to others before, but I’ll remind you of what to expect. It’s just a waiting game now, and if you start to show symptoms, it should be within the next few hours. If the treatment works – and I do hope it does – you should remain in control of your body. If not, well, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.” He gave Daniels a comforting smile, a final squeeze on the shoulder, and gathered up the blood samples. “Keep me updated with any changes,” he said to the guards, and hurried back down to the lab.

Once he reached the lab, Dr. Reynolds’ practiced hands created slides of the infected blood in a matter of seconds. He pulled out his binder of notes and began observing the samples under the microscope.

“Multicellular filamentous fungi present in all samples,” he muttered to himself as he excitedly recorded his observations. “But antifungal concoction seems to have made a small yet noticeable effect on subsequent samples.”

He continued to record his data until, about half an hour later, his walkie-talkie sprang to life again.

“Red Team 1 to Reynolds. Reynolds come in.”

Fearing (or rather, knowing) the worst, the doctor picked up the radio. “Go for Reynolds.”

“Daniels has progressed. You should come back up, over.”

Dr. Reynolds sat back in his chair and let out a defeated sigh. He wrote in his notes: Blood samples seem to indicate initial success, but subject still presents as symptomatic.

Back in the operating room, he didn’t need a microscope to know the treatment wasn’t strong enough. Daniels was rapidly declining; his entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat and, despite the strong cuffs, his right hand was twitching erratically. 

The doctor crossed the room to the operating table and gazed sadly down at his patient. 

“Hey Doc.” Daniels smiled weakly as his eye twitched. “Not in the cards for me, huh?”

Dr. Reynolds cleared his throat. “Well, as a positive, it looks like the treatment had some initial progress at the cellular level, but at the organismal level… we’re not quite there yet. I can give you a sedative to make this part more comfortable. Would you like that?”

Daniels stoically shook his head. “No, save it for someone who can put it to better use.”

The doctor gave a soft, sad, chuckle. “Always the valiant one, Daniels. Good man.” Turning to the two remaining members of Red Team 1, Dr. Reynolds said, “Please escort him to the Waiting Rooms.” The men gave a quick nod and wheeled the table back through the heavy double doors. Dr. Reynolds watched as they disappeared around a corner. Briefly losing himself in thought, his ponderings were once again interrupted by a call on his radio.

“Base to Dr. Reynolds. Dr. Reynolds come in.”

The doctor furrowed his brow. Base? They never call this late. Their usual administrative updates were never urgent enough to warrant a late-night page.

In his confusion, he managed to get out, “Uh, yes, go for Reynolds.”

“Doctor, report to headquarters ASAP. There’s someone here who needs to speak with you. It’s…  something you’ll want to hear, over.”

Taken aback by the strangeness of the request, the doctor simply replied, “Copy that, I’ll be there in ten, over.”

When he arrived at headquarters, he was quickly ushered into a small conference room. His colleagues sat on one side of the long wooden table, facing four armed guards. The researchers were all in various states of disarray, suggesting they had not been expecting this meeting either. Dr. Reynolds’ attention fell on the one person in the room he did not recognize; on the other side of the table sat a dirty, tired-looking woman whose cuffed hands lay flat on the table in front of her. 

Dr. Reynolds took the empty seat opposite the stranger and asked, “What’s this all about?”

To his left sat Dr. Martha Simmons, one of the organization’s lead mycelium specialists with whom he regularly collaborated. “She showed up at the wall. Insisted she speak with all of us. Wouldn’t talk until you got here.”

One of the guards spoke up. “We found this on her.” He tossed a knife bearing a clearly recognizable Firefly insignia on the table. “Usually we wouldn’t bring one of her kind straight to HQ, but she insisted she had information critical to your research. Seemed pretty adamant about it.”

Dr. Reynolds thought for a moment, then, glancing briefly at his colleagues, addressed the stranger. “Well, I’m sure we’re all interested as to what information you might have. Please, go ahead.” He sat back in his chair and gestured for the woman to speak.

A string of words fell out of her as if they’d been rehearsed many times before. “My name is Arielle. I’m from the Boston QZ. I’m part of the Fireflies – well, was – I know you guys don’t take kindly to us. But most of us are gone now. FEDRA and other groups and all that. I left the QZ when it started to get bad – well, it was always bad, but, you know, bad bad.” 

She realized she was rambling and cleared her throat. “Anyway… I headed south, hoping to find somewhere better. Tall order, I know. But the farther I went, the more I heard about some researchers still trying to fight this thing. Like, real scientists – not just wannabe, half-trained doctors like we had. Only these scientists hadn’t been having much success. People are saying you’ve been trying to come up with some kind of treatment from infected subjects or something.” 

She held her hands up as if to say, No judgment. “I mean, I don’t know the first thing about mushrooms, so I’m sure you’re doing everything you can. But I figured, if a treatment isn’t working when it’s made from people where the fungus thing, like, completely takes over, then… what if it was made from someone where that didn’t happen?”

She looked expectantly at the scientists in front of her, as if she thought some collective moment of realization would ensue.

“Ma’am,” Dr. Reynolds started. “What you’re suggesting… It's a nice thought, but we as humans have never dealt with this particular mutation of this particular kind of microbe before. There’s no reason to believe that someone would be… or even could be…” Dr. Reynolds trailed off and threw his hands up in defeat, unsure of how to best let this woman know she was living in a land of delusion.

“No, no, listen to me,” she insisted. “I’m not – I’m not crazy. Listen, I have every reason to believe it. Seeing is believing, right? Well, I’ve seen it. With my own eyes. A couple years ago, there was this girl. She was bitten, but nothing happened. It just scabbed over. I’m telling you, I didn’t believe it at first either. But it’s real. She’s real.”

Dr. Reynolds sat forward with interest. Dr. Simmons shook her head in disbelief. “Ma’am, if that’s true, then you’re suggesting… what, exactly?”Arielle, visibly frustrated with the lack of immediate understanding, pressed her palms together in front of her chest and took a deep breath to collect herself. “I am… suggesting that this girl is immune. And I am telling you that I know where to look for her.”

[oliverreedmasterass]

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Interlude | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Second Interlude | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Epilogue

Chapter Summary: Very necessary reunions take place and secrets are unleashed.

Words: 4.1k

Warnings: language, violence, mentions of blood

Notes: I'm really not sure if there's still much interest in this fic but, dang nabbit, I'm gonna finish this thing if it's the last thing I do. (thank you @infinisonicosm for the fic idea!!)

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Rae’s head buzzed as her worn tennis shoes thumped through the snow. Her ears were clogged from the pressure pressing at her temples so she could only hear her heavy breath with each stride. The wind picked up around her as she ran, smacking her cheeks in a series of freezing blows. She led the pack, Josh and Kelly just behind her, and was so determined to find Morgan that Jake, Sam, and Karen felt like a distant memory. 

Her eyes remained glued to the set of footprints ahead of her and, the more she took them in, the more certain she was that one of them belonged to Morgan. The long strides he had developed in his recent growth spurt were clear in the snow. A memory flashed in Rae's mind of the day Morgan rushed up to her and exclaimed that he he was finally taller than her. They were still in California, before all of the doctor’s visits and long nights sitting around the dining room table, trying to figure out how they were going to stay afloat. It felt like a simpler time, when Rae’s biggest worry was that her younger brother wouldn’t need her anymore. 

Rae let out a cough to try and clear her windpipe and powered ahead. 

“Rae!” Josh called behind her, but she didn’t stop. His voice sounded like it was being carried away with the wind, like some kind of feeble thing. “Rae!” Josh shouted louder, Kelly joining in. But Rae kept her head down and pumped her arms to move as quickly as she possibly could. 

It suddenly became very clear to Rae why Josh and Kelly had been yelling her name. 

“Oompf!” Rae grunted out in surprise as she slammed into something. 

“What the?!” she heard a familiar voice crack as she went flying down hard into a patch of fresh, powdery snow. Rae pushed herself up from the ground with a wince and looked across at what she had run into. 

“Oh thank god,” she exhaled like the world had been lifted from her shoulders. Sprawled a few feet away from her was Morgan, who sat up at her voice and flashed her his signature goofy grin. 

“You should consider signing up for the football team,” he chirped. “You full on body slammed me.” 

“You should have gotten out of the way,” Rae teased back. She scooted her way over to Morgan and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in tight. “I can’t tell you how relieved I am to see you.” 

“Right back at you,” Morgan said into her shoulder, giving her back a pat. They released from their hug and Rae took Morgan in, her eyes immediately focusing on the crimson-stained cloth clumsily tugged around Morgan’s shoulder. 

“Ouch,” she said, motioning towards his wound. Morgan cocked his head at her, as if he forgot about his injury, and then followed her gaze to his shoulder.

“Oh, yeah,” he grimaced. “This freaky dude grabbed me and started gnawing on me like I was Thanksgiving dinner. But luckily my pal, Danny, saved the day.” 

Morgan turned and grinned at Danny, but returned back to face Rae when he saw Kelly holding Danny, who was let out bone rattling sobs. Josh stood idly by, drawing pictures in the snow with the tip of his foot. 

“I thought I was going to die out here,” Danny could just barely be heard crying into Kelly’s shoulder. “I should have never gone into those stupid woods. Sam told me not to, but I did it anyway.” 

“You’re okay now,” Kelly promised him. “We’re gonna get you back to your family.” 

Danny pressed his face deeper into Kelly as his shoulders raised and fell with his hyperventilating gasps for air. Rae noted that Morgan was looking on at the scene with a look of concern stretched across his face, all of his initial joy from reuniting with his sister lost. Josh came over to their side, eyeing Morgan’s bloody wound out of the corner of his eye. Rae watched him nervously. 

“Morgan, right?” Josh said, squatting down to be at eye level. Morgan looked away from Danny and slowly nodded his head towards Josh. “Your sister’s told me a lot about you,” Josh continued. “The name’s Josh.” 

He held a hand out for Morgan to shake and Rae watched Morgan extend his hand out. Josh smiled at Morgan as they shook and then motioned towards his shoulder, which made Rae protectively move closer to her brother. 

“I’m not gonna hurt him,” Josh stared Rae down, looking offended. “If anything, I was gonna offer to dress his wound properly. It’s not tied tight enough to stop the blood flow.” 

“Wait, why would he hurt me?” Morgan looked back at Rae in confusion. 

“Long story,” Rae and Josh both responded at the same time. 

Morgan seemed ready to pry the information out of them, but a low howl off in the distance made them all stop. 

“Jake,” Kelly’s face quickly transformed into a deep frown. “They need backup.” 

“Oh god,” Danny choked as he broke from his embrace with Kelly. “Are they fighting against the monster? Is Sam there?” 

“We need to go now,” Kelly said, not waiting a second longer to tear back in the direction they had come from. While he was in mid-stride, he leapt forward, changing into his werewolf form in the air. 

“HOLY SHIT!” Morgan gasped. 

“That’s the long story,” Rae told him. “We’ll get you up to speed later.” 

“You better,” Morgan told her, unable to hide his shock. 

Josh helped Rae and Morgan to their feet and looked at Danny. 

“Are you gonna be okay?” Josh asked. 

“I need to help Sam,” was all Danny could force out. 

“Rae, lead the way back and follow our footsteps. I’m gonna fly over there.” 

Rae nodded and Josh shifted to a bat, flapping his wings to rush behind Kelly. Morgan clutched at his head and groaned. 

“I think you gave me a concussion when you took me out, Rae. I’m seeing some weird shit.” 

“Come on,” Rae urged him, tugging on his uninjured arm. Jake’s howl had sounded like they were in some serious trouble and, although she didn’t know how she could help, she knew she needed to do something. 

It was a lot more challenging to get Morgan and Danny through the snow than Rae had initially thought. It didn’t help that they had been surviving in the cold for a while, Danny especially, without any substantial provisions. Danny was wearing clothes more appropriate for the beach, so it was frankly a miracle that he hadn’t died of hypothermia. Rae was running ahead of Morgan and Danny but, when she didn’t hear any footsteps crunching in the snow behind her, she abruptly turned to find them moving as quickly as they could, which was about on par with a bunch of geriatrics moving uphill. 

“Shit,” Rae muttered to herself. She waited for them to catch up and looked back over her shoulder in the direction they needed to go. Jake had started howling again, and it sounded dire. “I can’t carry you both,” she thought aloud, looking at the two boys. 

“Carry Danny,” Morgan suggested. “I’ll follow behind you guys, don’t worry about me.” 

“I’m not leaving you behind, shithead,” Rae told him. “You’re sticking by my side for the rest of your life.” 

“Great,” Morgan grumbled. 

Rae looked back at Danny and realized that he was vibrating in place. Whether it was from fear or the cold, she couldn’t tell, but she removed her flannel and passed it over to Danny, who looked back at her in surprise. 

“Please put that on,” Rae said. “Before you freeze to death.” 

Danny did as he was told without a fight and crossed his arms over his chest, tucking his hands into his armpits as his teeth chattered. 

“They’re about a mile back,” Rae guessed. “Do you think you can make it?” 

“It would fuckin suck if I made it this far and couldn’t do that,” Danny said once his shivering started to die down. “I just don’t think I can move all that fast.” 

Rae wanted to get back to Jake as quickly as possible, but she knew better than to push Danny and Morgan beyond their limits. So, at a less than ideal pace, Rae linked arms with the boys and guided them through the blizzard. 

“Summer breeze, makes me feel fine,” she started to sing under her breath as they dragged forward, which Morgan snorted at. 

“You’re singing Seals and Crofts?” 

“It’s keeping your mind off of the snow, isn’t it?” 

“Keep singing, I like that song,” Danny practically begged her. Rae was glad that at least someone appreciated her music taste. 

So on they went, Rae singing Seals and Crofts, their three silhouettes retracing Rae’s steps to bring them back to the monster and their friends. Rae didn’t want to know how long it was taking them, but after what felt like eons, she saw movement through the snow. 

Morgan and Danny both let out surprised squeaks as Rae stopped with a halt and squinted ahead. The beast was standing tall, its long and bony arms with fingers like talons swiping through the air. Danny seemed to follow what she was looking at because he let out a groan. 

“Not this guy.” 

“He looks a lot bigger from a distance,” Morgan thought aloud. Rae watched a figure launch itself at the monster’s thigh, latching and hanging on for dear life as the monster twisted and kicked, sending the figure flying. More howls echoed across the land. 

“Jesus,” Danny murmured. 

“We have to help them,” Rae said, entirely forgetting what shape her brother and Danny were in. Even though they both looked beyond worn down and scared out of their minds, they moved closer to the fight. Rae's breath caught in her throat as she watched Jake, Josh, Karen, and Kelly stealthily move around the monster, lurching forward in intervals to attack. Her face scrunched with worry when she realized Sam wasn’t with them. 

“Sam,” Danny said behind her, his voice trembling. Rae looked beyond the battle raging in front of them and spotted Sam unconscious in a snowbank, his body contorted at a concerning angle. Despite Danny’s struggles to move at a pace faster than a slug just a few moments earlier, he hurried to Sam’s side. Rae started to follow behind Danny with Morgan in tow, but another howl diverted her attention. 

Even though she didn’t want to leave Morgan, Rae launched into a full on sprint with a terrified cry when she saw the monster grab Jake, lifting him up from the ground. Jake attempted to claw and scratch his way out of the monster’s grasp, but he was held too tight and looked like he was losing stamina fast. Kelly and Karen tried to chase the monster, which was starting to rush away with its prey, but they weren’t fast enough. Even Josh buzzing around the monster’s head like a pesky fly couldn’t distract him. Jake let out another growl, this time sounding more frustrated than distressed, and Rae finally made her way to the monster’s side.

She had no idea what she could do to help, but she let her instincts kick in and listened to her gut, which was shouting at her to bring the monster down. Her body moved before her brain and Rae veered over and jumped, sending herself flying directly at the monster and Jake. She crashed into the monster’s back with enough force that the monster let out a distressed rumble and partially keeled forward. 

Taking advantage of the monster’s moment of weakness, Jake let out a roar, forced his arms out from the monster’s grasp, and successfully swiped a hard claw across the monster’s face. The monster wailed and clutched at the streaks oozing from cheek to cheek, giving Jake the opportunity to squirm away. He dropped down and took a moment to catch his breath before rushing back towards the monster, which Rae was still clutching onto. Together, Rae and Jake worked to bring the monster down, Jake throwing his sharp claws around like a vortex while Rae forced her hands around the monster’s thick throat. Kelly, Karen, and Josh were coming to their aid and things looked to be moving in the right direction. That is, until Jake made a mistake. 

He swept around in a rage-filled blur, his eyes glowing red, and his claw broke through the skin near the monster’s neck, catching Rae’s arm as well. The freezing air tore into the gash that ran from the top of Rae's hand all the way to her elbow and Rae let out a shriek that felt like it didn’t belong to her. Even though she desperately tried to hold onto the monster, he twisted abruptly to the side, dislodging her so she flew to the ground. Jake immediately stopped his attack and transformed back into a human, rushing to Rae in a panic. 

“Oh god, oh shit, Rae, I’m so sorry,” he gasped down at her, his face filled with terror. “I didn’t mean to do that, oh my god.” 

The pain in Rae’s forearm was worse than anything she had ever felt before. She could feel the warmth of her blood as it poured from her arm and seeped into the milky white snow where she had fallen. Black dots clouded her eyes. 

“Jake!” Kelly yelled from behind them, his voice sounding like it was trapped in an echo chamber to Rae. “Don’t let him get away!” 

Jake was too busy panicking over Rae to hear his dad and see where the monster was heading. 

“I’m gonna fix this, I’m gonna fix this,” Jake mumbled to himself, his hands dancing around in the air, unsure what to do. “Fuck.” 

Rae blinked a couple of times to keep her vision from entirely fading to black, and groggily watched as the monster rushed to where Danny and Morgan were with Sam. 

“No,” Rae croaked out, trying to sit back upright. Her head immediately started to spin. Through her disoriented state, she helplessly saw the monster tear past Danny and Morgan, who were both slammed hard to the ground with shocked cries, and snatched Sam from his spot in the ice. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Kelly’s exasperated voice spoke above Rae’s head. She watched Kelly and Karen chase after the monster, who had Sam draped over its shoulder. Then everything went black. 

***

Rae felt like she was swimming through time, her body limp and twirling, unable to stop. The darkness slowly began to subside as she edged closer towards the twinkle of a celestial-looking light ahead. Rae gazed at the radiating glow in awe and reached out towards it. Someone grabbed her hand and squeezed it, and Rae’s eyes fully flew open. 

“I killed her!” Jake was tugging at his face in horror above her. Josh had her hand in his and took a break from looking down at her in concern to roll his eyes at Jake. 

“You did not. She’s just losing a lot of blood.” 

“I’m a monster!” Jake continued to wail. 

“I mean, yeah, you are,” Josh deadpanned back. 

“You know what I mean,” Jake took a second to frown. 

“Is she dead?” Rae heard Morgan ask as he approached them. “God, that’s a lot of blood.” 

“I’m fine,” Rae told them, her voice raspy and spent. 

“You’re obviously not,” Josh begged to differ. 

“Rae, I am so sorry,” Jake jumped straight back into his panicked apology. “I tried to avoid getting you, I don’t know how I fucked up this bad, I feel awful.” 

Rae could only manage to shrug because she didn’t know what to say.  

Jake tugged his shirt off, which got another disgusted groan out of Josh, and pressed the fabric against Rae’s arm. Rae looked up at him and took note that, while his first encounter with the monster had left him with a map of wounds across his body, he had fresh gashes and scrapes etched across his torso and arms. Rae suddenly felt embarrassed that a single scratch from him had knocked her down so hard. She should have sucked it up and continued fighting. If she hadn’t fallen off the monster, it wouldn’t have taken Sam. 

“Sam,” she said aloud, trying to lean up to see if she could spot him. 

Danny was going through a similar train of thought because, off in the distance where he had been knocked over by the monster, he gathered himself and let out a devastating cry into the sky. 

“SAM!” he bellowed. “Oh god, Sam!” 

Morgan rushed back to Danny’s side to guide him to their group, whispering that everything was going to be okay. 

“I should have done something,” Danny spoke to no one in particular as he shook. “The monster was right there. I could have done something to stop him. I let Sam down again. I let him down.” 

“It’s not your fault,” Josh put his hand on Danny’s arm. “Quit being so hard on yourself.” 

“He was injured,” Danny continued, shaking his head in disbelief. “I should have done something. But I can’t do jack shit out here in this frozen wasteland.” 

He looked down at Rae and let out a disgruntled groan. 

“I could do something to help her too but no, I can’t do it.” 

“Danny, take a deep breath,” Jake looked up at him with worry. “We need you to stay calm right now.” 

“I need to make it up to him,” Danny thought aloud. “I’ve let him down too many times.” 

And then Danny started to run. 

“Oh come on,” Josh grumbled as he watched him go. He looked back at Jake, Rae, and Morgan and shook his head. “We gotta stop running off without any warning,” he said. “That really hasn’t been working too well for us.” 

“Are you okay to stand?” Jake looked to Rae. 

No the fuck I am not, Rae thought to herself. “Yup,” she grunted out instead. She desperately wanted to stop being a burden. Morgan and Jake grabbed her under the armpits and slowly lifted her from the ground. Although Rae’s head spun and her legs wobbled, she gave them a thumbs up. “Never better,” she lied. 

They started to move after Danny and it quickly became apparent to Rae that she definitely was in no shape to exert herself in any way. While Jake, Josh, and Morgan ran ahead of her, Rae felt herself teetering back and forth, squeezing her eyes shut and reopening them to try and clear her blurred vision. Jake turned around to check on her and held up his hand to stop Josh and Morgan. 

“Nope,” Jake said. “We’re not doing it like this.” 

Before Rae could ask what he was talking about, Jake turned into a werewolf and joined her side. 

“Hop on,” he told her in his deep growl of a voice. 

“You’re kidding,” Rae stared back at him. 

“Free ride, no charge,” Jake replied back. “Now come on, we don’t have all day.” 

Rae didn’t know how she felt about climbing onto Jake’s back, but she tried not to think too much about it as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he stood upright, carrying her like a backpack. Together they caught up to Josh and Morgan and began powering forward, gaining more speed than before. Rae looked over at Morgan and watched in awe as he managed to keep pace with Jake and Josh. She hadn’t seen him move like that in over a year; he used to be one of the fastest kids in his grade, but after his health declined, he was no longer able to run around freely like he used to. But out in the snow, Morgan ran like nothing could slow him down. 

They saw Danny's footsteps lead into a cavernous structure made of rigid ice and packed snow and Jake took a sniff, looking around at them in wonder.

“Danny and Sam are both in there,” he told them. 

Without a moment’s hesitation, they stepped inside the cave. Instantly, the temperature rose by at least 30 degrees which made Rae gasp in shock. The walls of the cave were made of limestone, and the floor was covered in earthy dirt. Jake reached back to pat Rae on the leg and let her down so he could take a break, changing back to his human self.

“What the hell?” Josh breathed out. Rae gazed over and saw Danny standing a few feet away, taking in the space around him with a kind of hunger on his face. 

“There has to be something around here that I can use,” Danny thought aloud. He shut his eyes and held his hand out in front of him. Jake, Josh, Morgan, and Rae stared at him. 

“I think he’s officially lost his mind,” Morgan murmured. 

A flash of green tore past them and landed in Danny’s hand, revealing a crisp and healthy oak tree leaf. Danny studied the leaf with relief and closed his eyes again. Some kind of root flew from the dark depths of the cave into his hand, alongside other elements of the natural world. 

“No fucking way,” Jake gaped at Danny as he started to combine the ingredients in front of him with his mind. “I thought you were human.” 

“This cave must be another entrance back home,” Danny ignored Jake’s revelation as he continued to work. “I couldn’t do jack shit out in the snow for some reason, but here I’m back to normal, thank god.” 

They continued to watch in awe as the roots were grounded to a fine powder and mixed in the air in a beautiful flurry of colors with the oak leaves. Danny summoned a slab of stone, which flew beneath the concoction, and served as a platter for the mixture. The slab flew into Danny’s hands and he held it out to Rae. 

“Put this on your arm,” he told her. “It should help.” 

Rae had no clue what the fuck was going on, but that was nothing new. She dipped her fingers into the warm paste and removed the jacket from her arm. After a brief pause gaping at her injury, she spread it over the gash. Danny watched her expectantly and his face lit up when her arm started to glow a vibrant green hue, the light seeping into her cut. Rae gawked at her arm and realized that the pain had instantly subsided. Within seconds, the green light dimmed and Rae’s arm was visible again, entirely unscathed. 

“He’s a witch,” Jake laughed to himself. “I should have known.” 

“The fact that you didn’t know means the spell I cast to mask my scent worked,” Danny looked to Jake with a smile. He then held the slab of stone out in front of Morgan and nodded at his shoulder. “Patch yourself up, dude.” 

“Can I use some of that too?” Josh asked, watching Danny carefully like he wasn’t entirely sure that he trusted him anymore. 

“Help yourself. Don’t worry, there’s no garlic in there.” 

That seemed to be exactly what Josh was waiting to hear, because he stepped closer to the healing potion and gathered some for himself to use on his injuries. 

“I can’t tell you how aggravating it was to be out there, entirely powerless, trying to fend for myself. I felt so small, so shrunken down, that it seemed only natural that I would wither away.” 

“But now you’re back,” Jake told him with a smile. 

“Thank goodness,” Danny smiled back. 

The potion worked fast to rejuvenate the group and, in no time, they were ready to travel deeper into the cave to rescue Sam, help Karen and Kelly, and then get the hell out of dodge. They were all feeling more optimistic, especially with Danny’s secret uncovered, and it seemed like things might finally be moving in the right direction. They took their first steps towards the dark expanse of the cave, and then heard a snarl from behind them. 

Rae instinctually shut her eyes in fear, but then gained the courage to slowly turn around. 

The monster was right behind them, his talons out and sharp, ready to strike. 

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||The mokkori's punishment and lesson 4: dragon and Jackal team up/Final||

*Waving* Hi. Just writing the last chapter of the lesson drabble for my friend but it seems we are continuing with this one now being the last chapter. So, lets see what this story takes place for our friends hmm?

IF you wanna read the three lessons they are under here:

Lesson one

Lesson two

Lesson three

((Your reading lesson 4/final chapter))

||Drabble Summary||

Mineta has gone and messed up when both Davion and Jaron finds out he has stolen the panties again from the girls to even sneaking a kiss to Melinda! Now, a Jackal and dragon are in rage. What will happen to Mineta now? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Beatdown will happen later or in between

~Chase scene will happen with both Davion and Jaron working together in drabble

~scary girl moments will happen and boy scary moments too.

((~Guests in Drabble~))

The DBT along with some other fractions like The Lupins, The Demon Elite Anthem, The Upstander Campagin, and the Knights of Darkness belong to my friend @demon-blood-youths

While The cursed vixens, Shallow Butterflies, The season demon warriors, The Elemental Phoenix feathers, and The Dark Eclipse nightshades of both boys and girls belong to me. A few of the A-1 class members are guests but I do rp as a few of them.

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please.))

"Well, this is a nice hall. My collection is getting bigger and bigger!" Mineta was happily hiding again near some area of New York City after losing Melinda. He was smiling at the cute girl panties he stole from her and blushing from the stolen ones he has gotten again! He just won't listen and it just gets worse and worse for him.

"Though, I know the others back in the small hotel will be wondering where I am even if we are over seas. This is the best!" he sighed thinking of all the girls in the fractions so far. He already had plans on trying to steal more and more again.

"I better hurry up and get out of here before I get caught." he snickered but he rushes off while not knowing he was going to be hunted in a moment.

~~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~~

"Wait, again!?" Shdwkyz said seeing a very disturbing angry Vivi who was glowing a dark violent purple mixed with black. It seems her panties were stolen again! Even seeing some of the guys trying to calm the girl members down.

"Yes Shdwkyz..again. I'm really really getting sick of this little rat..stealing my clothing.." she said in a cold tone that he sweatdrops seeing her quirk reacting rather dangerous. Oh boy.

"Breezy please calm down! We'll find him don't worry!" Rust said even if Breezy was freezing the air around her showing sharp needles. Yeah the hurricane was pissed!

"But this is getting out of hand! He's stolen our clothes AGAIN! I thought the last beating we gave him told him not to do it anymore!" Haliee cried while seeing seeing Damien trying to calm her down.

"Well, he's pushing his luck because he's stolen a lot more! We need to find that little fucker and make the beating worse!" Kali said in rage now but Rex was calming her down even if he saw his sister Ashley crying and Joshua helping her calm down.

"I say we just beat him worse the next time!" Vanessa said even looking more furious than ever.

"Well, we already have some idea on what to do but we need to spread out to find him. He could be anywhere!" Fin said with arms crossed with the others thinking about it. Even Ahmed sigh to think of this. True, they need a plan but that's when he noticed.

"Speaking of which, where is Jaron?" he asked but the DBT boys tense to think. The last time they saw him he went 'out' for a bit but they had a idea of what and where he went.

"...Lets just say he's.......'out' right now. But I'm sure he will be back soon." Navarro said even if the others were unsure. They sounded worried and nervous. Ink blinks when hearing this but that also includes her cousin. He wasn't seen after hearing a familiar angry shout one time. So where could they be right now?

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Mineta was relaxing like nothing was wrong, eating some hot dogs while smiling. He had the stolen panties and bras in the bag so no one knows what was in them. It was like the best day for him even thinking about going to Philly to see the fractions there. Or remembering some of the girls from the Seeker tribe fraction and the elemental phoenix feather fraction. He still even had a pair each from the girls there!

"Well, seems I can move on. I wonder where I should go next?" He snickered finishing up his food and gets off the chair while happily picking up the sack. He was about to head out before hearing some growling. "Huh?"

He sees three growling familiars smelling and trying to pick up some scent. It seems Mineta wonders what they were while holding the bag of stolen girls underwear. "You know...I wonder who they belong to??" he mutters but he turns to start walking off then saw Christine look up. It seems she saw him and smelled the air before growling.

Mineta blinks looking back now seeing the three growling at him. "....Uh oh.." That's when Christine, Sid, and Layla started chasing him! With a yelp, he begins running away from the three that was now chasing him.

~~~~~Back with the others~~~~~~~~~

The guys were finally able to calm the girls down with some sweets which helped but Fosh was seeing Mouse trying to find Mineta with him helping before Fosh was upset inside seeing that Mineta stolen from her again!

"Damn it. Where did he even go. I can't see him on the cameras and he's not even showing up in the regular areas." He said.

"But he's got to be somewhere Fosh. He can't have gotten far." Maggie grumbled with T-bone rubbing her back. Even Ping and Taz were upset with Gerald rubbing Ping's back and Timmy rubbing Taz's back worried. Both were upset too but didn't show it.

"I am looking everywhere from camera to camera. I even asked the other hackers to help us out but nothing yet." he said but keeps looking.

"Well, that little fucker better hope no one finds him but if I did I would have blown his ass sky high! Hell, even the six claws are looking for him!" Echo said in rage that her green eyes were red as Navarro was trying to calm her down and being sure Ink was good. She was thanks to Jinx but he knew they were pissed too.

However, as he was looking he got a call to look at his phone. A Jackal icon was seen telling him it had to be Jaron. He picks it up and speaks. "Hello? Jaron?"

"Fosh....did you find Mineta?" Fosh looked nervous hearing the new tone from the Jackal's voice. Even the others were shocked hearing his tone. He didn't sound like the happy cheerful cook they always knew. Oh no no no, he sounded really cold, and a bit darker than normal. What the heck happened? This even shocked the DBT a bit. Yeah, the Jackal was pissed.

"I...N..No. I'm still trying to find him with Mouse helping me. He's not being seen on the cameras and we been looking for a while." he said but got nothing from Jaron didn't speak to sigh.

"That little thief has to be somewhere..he couldn't have gone far..right?"

"U...Uhh..n..no. But I'll keep looking for him with Mouse helping me. He can't have gotten far Jaron." he said but Jaron was driving looking around but he was already looking about.

"Hmm...well, I'll keep looking..he's bound to be somewhere." he said.

"Yeah, but we will keep-"

"Hold on..." Fosh blinks to look at Mouse as she was checking a camera.

"What's wrong mouse? Did you find something?" he asked.

"Yeah...I'm picking up something near the North! I...wait, isn't that Jaron's three familiar jackals?" she asked showing the screen seeing the three chasing someone holding a bag stuffed with something.

"Wait.....that's Mineta! He's near Davion's location!" he said but Jaron heard that.

"So the thief is there....thanks Mouse and Fosh..." he said before hanging out but everyone was silent to slowly look at one another.

"I..I never heard Jaron sound so cold before..that's new." Hex said looking nervous.

"Y..Yeah..he sounded really an..angry.." Ashley said worried.

"Well, he has a right to be. Mineta stole Melinda's panties like the other girls AND he kissed her cheek! If that's not one way to piss him off then Mineta should be begging for mercy if Jaron finds him." Rust said but Shdwkyz thinks.

"Though remember Davion knows about this so you know he's keeping a eye out for him. You don't think he's just got Jaron on him. He's also got Davion on his ass too." the snake said but they knew it was true. Oh boy.

~~~~Near Davion's section~~~~~

Mineta was running tired but scared from the three familiars trying to lose them. They were quick but he had to get away before they catch him. He looks left and right trying to find a way out before making a right turn in a alley way to keep quiet. The three jackals went by barking trying to find him but the other lets out a breath to see they went off to keep looking.

"Seems I might be hunted again. I better move before I'm found." he said quickly leaving to try finding another area to hide but as he did, a wave of flames hits in front of him to make Mineta jump back startled. "!?!" He backs up from the hot red flames but walks into someone.

"....."

"So your the little fucking thief that stolen from my cousin?"

Mineta's face went pale slowly tilting his head back to look up. He saw a very tall but very angry male above him. His eyes were amber red with flames showing in his hands. Even his dragon wings were seen. Davion the dragon bounty hunter has found him. This made Mineta pale even worse shaking in tears.

"Uhhhhh...t..thief? What thief? I don't know what your talking about man! Hahahahaha.." He said scared backing up but Davion growls making the other yelp.

"Don't lie to me! I know you stole from my cousin and her friends! You little sick fuck have their underwear and bras in that bag don't you?" he said.

"I..I don't! I DON'T!" he said but held the bag tight like his life depended on it. "Besides, I don't know anything about the girls in New York. Or your sexy cousin or anything-" he laughed but stops when hearding a very angry dragon that was changing to his dragon humanoid form.

".......oops....."

"You fucking little..."

"Uhhhh I'm going to go now sooooo......." backing up, he quickly runs away to get from Davion.

"HEY! GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!" he roars taking flight while Mineta was screaming.

"LEAVE ME ALONE! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE!" he screams running off from the rage fueled dragon. Davion roars out but was chasing him in the air now trying to catch him.

"WHEN I GET MY FUCKING HANDS ON YOU, I'M GOING TO WRING THAT LITTLE NECK OF YOURS FOR MESSING WITH MY COUSIN AND HER FRIENDS!" he roars hearing Mineta screaming in fear as he ran.

However, down the road, Jaron was checking something trying to figure where the thief was but that's when he saw his three familiars Christine, Sid, and Layla show up. "Did you three find anything?" He asked seeing the three give light nods pointing to the north. Looking that way, Jaron glares to see the familiars lead him as he slams on the gas speeding off to follow them. He was not going to let this slide when it came to his friends but the same goes for anyone messing with his girlfriend.

Mineta was running afraid of a dragon trying to burn him to ashes as he runs with the bag of stolen underwear and bras. He didn't want to die by the scary dragon. He did throw a few of his purple balls at him but the did stick to him. Even using them to jump away quickly.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!!" he screams.

"GET BACK HERE!" Davion shouted trying to knock him down but Mineta looks ahead seeing a street but he quickly bounces to the right seeing Davion make a sharp turn to the same direction.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Mineta was still running for his life trying to get away from the dragon. But as he did, he heard something speeding to see a car coming up. He blinks to look but noticed it.

Wait, wasn't that Melinda's boyfriend? When getting a look, he can see that the Jackal's expression was..not friendly. He looked ready to do something that scared the grape hero.

"uh oh.." He quickly jumps over a fence and runs through a alley way as Davion sees him disappearing. He growls to look but saw Jaron screech to a stop.

"Jaron!"

"Shit.....he got away." He said not happy but Davion sighed. "Don't worry, I know a short cut. He can't get far. I'll take the north side but you take the other side. We will catch him." he said seeing Jaron nod but gets back in the car to quickly drive off and Davion taking the skies again. One of them will find him for sure.

~~~~~~With Mineta~~~~~~

He keeps on running but finally gets back to a hiding spot. Seems he was able to get to where he's been able to get a breather from the two hunting him down. He was tired from running but at least he got his so called treasure.

"Too close...they were too close. I think I'll have to keep a eye out from now on. Though, at least they didn't catch me." he smiled now looking through the bag of cute panties. He was nuzzling his cheeks against a few of them with a smile but even already looking happy. His true treasure. He knew nothing would stop him! Nothing would make him give up the ways.

"Though, this is too good haul." he laughed still looking at the pairs of bras too. Nothing could ruin this for MIneta. However, as he was looking through and giggling that's when he heard three growling to make him stop. He blinks to look up seeing three familiars again.

"Oh no.." Wait, did they find him!? He quickly gets up to put the stole panties and bras back in the bag to get away from his hiding spot but as he gets out of the hiding spot, he sees it go up in flames thanks to a Dragon from above who finally found him! He looks scared running off but that's when a car screeches to a stop in front of him to make Mineta stop and fall on the ground wincing.

He sees Davion land but he made sure he didn't get away but he looks seeing the car door open showing a rather silent Jaron Jackal. He shuts the door but looks to walk over while standing in front of the thief.

"Ummmmm...It's not what it looks like?" Mineta laughed only for Christine, Sid, and Layla to growl at him even louder with the baby pup joining who growls and yips at him mad too.

"No? Well it seems like it does you little punk!" Davion said cracking his knuckles scaring the hero before he got scared.

"You know.." he heard Jaron speak but he didn't show the upper part of his face due to the hat. "I'm really never the type of guy to be violent even when it comes to working on a way to make peace with anyone but you know that don't you?" Jaron asked but Mineta blinks getting a bad feeling.

"I..I do..."

"Well...you also know I'm not the one for violence towards anyone......however.." that's when he lifts the hat up that Mineta really paled seeing him. Jaron's eyes were cold and deadly but he was showing that same disturbing smile on his face.

"You..Oh my friend you on the other hand deserve a far worse violent punishment than what you gotten so far. No one.....gets away with being a creep to my friends and team members.." However his expression darkens that the upper part of his face was shadowed.

"And No fucking asshole gets away with stealing my girlfriend's panties or fucking touching/kissing her. So..maybe you need a more...'learning lesson' so you won't do this again...right Davion?" he said with that thrill seeking grin but Mineta was shaking in tears knowing Davion was glaring with a evil smirk.

"True. Lets show him......" he said as the two looks to him that Mineta was crying.

"W..wait, wait we can talk about this! I'll be good! I won't do it again!! Please don't kill me!" he begs.

"Oh? Well, everyone has given you a chance Mineta..and you blew it so..maybe you need a more harder lesson.......but don't worry...it will hurt for a while.." Jaron said as Mineta tries to get away from the two but he got grabbed by them.

"W..wait No no NO! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" His scream was echoing through the area to signal he got caught by both Jaron and Davion while he received the worse beating of his life. Even worse than the ones he's gotten so far.

Seems the thief was caught.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hours later, everyone was meeting up with each other. Even with the Six claws, the fractions wondering what happened. It seems both Davion and Jaron found him but Jaron gave him the punishment. However during that time, Melinda came back from her look around while she was tired after getting a call from Mouse to come back.

"Mouse, I just got your message. Did you guys have any luck finding him?" she asked but she looks up. Mouse saw but sighed.

"Well no but it seems Davion and Jaron found him." she said.

"Oh? Did they? But where.." she asked for Mouse to point. In the kitchen, everyone was speechless seeing Mineta shaking in fear while cleaning up and behaving for once. He was being watched by Jaron who was showing a smile.

"See? It was not too bad was it?" he said having a hand on his shoulder even if he was gripping it, scaring Mineta even more.

"N..N..N..No s..s...sir. Nope. It was fine. All fine!" he said crying even if he also looked like a mess. Mineta got some burns on him from Davion, a few bruises, a swollen eye, blood was seen but cleaned up and he looked just like a mess.

After catching him, Jaron made Mineta give the girls their stolen clothes again well after washing them well so it was like he never took them but he gave them back so the girls can fold them and put them away in carrying bags to take home.

He then was forced to give a full written down sorry to every girl he's stolen from. Even to the ones on a video chat with the fraction girl members in philly, the ones from the jujutsu group, and the ones from New Jersey. Jaron then had asked Davion help with getting another beat down by the boys this time while making him say sorry once more to insure he wouldn't do this again.

Yeah, he made sure Mineta learned his lesson alright. Even the boys in the fractions was shocked not expecting this from Jaron. And he's usually the peace keeper! Though, they seem even he had a breaking point.

".....Ummm..did I miss something?" Melinda asked with a sweatdrop.

"Yeah..you missed a bit but we'll explain later." Mouse said but the guys were nervous to speak seeing Mineta cleaning up like a good boy. She goes to see then noticed.

"Ummm Jaron?" He heard Melinda's voice to look at her but his gentle happy self relaxed seeing his girlfriend.

"Hey Melinda, I'm happy to see you came back. I was wondering where you been to." he said going to happily hug her tight even if she blinks to hug him back.

"Yeah I was..looking for that little thief but it seems you and Davion found him." she said.

"We did but..Melinda, I believe Mineta has something to say to you...don't you Mineta?" Jaron said in a scary yet happy tone making Mineta more scared.

"I..I do.." he said shaking but he looks to Melinda but was bowing his head.

"I..I'm sorry Miss Brooks. I didn't mean t..to steal your panties, bras and uhh...k..kiss you on the cheek. T..that was wrong of me s..so I cleaned them for you a..and...uhhh...been doing some things to help Jaron around! B..but I hope you like the tea and things I made." he said but Melinda blinks.

Wait, he did what now? She looked more shocked seeing he even had her stolen panties and bras clean like he said but they were resting in Jinx's arms to insure he didn't try anything.

"I...Ummm thank you I think.." she mutters even with Mineta going back to cleaning up. She looks to him but then at Jaron who was happy.

"....I get the feeling you really scarred him for life Jaron.." she said.

"Well, you know I'm not the one for violence Melinda but when it comes to you I have to make a little acception. No one won't harm or do anything to you again." he said happily hugging her but she blinks to blush a little even from that. He even pulls back to gently kiss her cheek while she blushed worse.

Before asking, she then saw Christine, Sid, and Layla appear happily licking her face as they tackle her down. Even the baby pup was yipping and resting on her head.

"H..Hey guys wait that tickles!" she said trying to calm them down but Jaron was happy. See all was well again!

"....Note to self, never piss Jaron off. That was fucking scary.." Rust mutters to the DBT males who agreed on that.

"Agreed.." Fin mutters back.

"T..true.." Joshua said.

"...." Rex nods but agreed.

Yeah, they were scared from seeing Jaron that angry but that's what Mineta gets for stealing and kissing Jaron's girlfriend.

"Yeah...he's scary when pissed off. Even more than me." Bakugo admits that even the six claws were shocked hearing that from him! Though, they didn't question it. But it goes to show, never mess with someone's girlfriend but thanks to the Jackal and Dragon, the days of the mokkori thief has come to a close. So all was well.

[girl4music]

Finished my 3rd watch of the finale episode of Season 3 of ‘Wynonna Earp’ and a lot of things happened.

Nicole almost died… again. But was saved by Doc, who found her, and with a huge bloody stab wound, managed to get her to safety and then Charlie/Julian gave up his immortality as an angel to save her life.

Charlie/Julian then passed on the ring to Waverly so now she was the next Guardian of the Garden of Eden and explained to her that she now had the power to anoint someone as a chosen hero with the capability to wield the flaming swords that belong to Charlie/Julian and Juan Carlo - one of which being Peacemaker shape-shifted into a flaming sword.

Bobo requests that Waverly end him once and for all because she is the only one who he will let end him and she does after he kills now mortal Charlie/Julian. Poor dude didn’t even get to disappear into the nothingness with all the rest of the revenants when the curse ended. But I guess he chose that brutal fate the moment he became Bulshar’s Lieutenant, willingly doing his bidding by going against the good guys.

Waverly proposes to Nicole in a pre-apocalyptic fashion, choosing to give her her ring as a keepsake but WynonnaInterrptus pulled them away from the moment before Nicole had the chance to answer her and then ended up drugging her along with the rest of her team sans Waverly so she wouldn’t be able to - unbeknownst to her of course because surely if she knew she wouldn’t have taken that moment away from them no matter how much in dire straights they all are. It only takes 2 seconds to answer a proposal after all. So glad they got to redo this whole thing.

Jeremy and Robin make a protection solution that camouflages Wynonna and Waverly from Bulshar’s bee-keeper army, allowing them to get past Bulshar’s defenses so they can destroy him once and for all.

Bulshar broke the Earp curse, leaving him apparently mortal but also apparently not either since he could still shapeshift into a snake at will. Not sure what that’s about. Maybe he is half human, half snake. 🤷‍♀️ Anyway, Bulshar takes Wynonna’s blood in order to do this and then Wynonna rushes after Bulshar and Waverly follows behind her chastisizing her for her “dick move” in drugging them all. Wynonna explains that she didn’t try to drug her because they were in this together. Waverly pulls out the flaming sword that is a shape-shifted Peacemaker from the stairs and anoints Wynonna as the chosen hero of it yet again when Bulshar breaks the Earp curse. Waverly gets stuck in a force field, leaving her trapped at the entrance to the Garden just as Wynonna gets bitten by Bulshar after she kills him but Doc appears from out of nowhere to suck the venom out of her and then Waverly gets kidnapped by the Garden of Eden itself, to which Doc breaches the forcefield and follows her, leaving Wynonna behind with his pistol belt holder.

So yeah,… A LOT happened in that final episode of Season 3 but still very easy to follow. On to Season 4.

[fearfam69691]

Kinda based on the songs like you mean it by Steven Rodriguez and my type ( little attitude) by Bryce savage

Enemies to lovers because who don't like it.

Prompt: what happens when you and Sam continue to argue and everyone is sick of it so they put you in a room and lock you in it.

Requested: No

Warning: cussing, angst, Enemies to lovers, SMUT, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you do it), dirty talk, dom! Sam, handjob, slight degradation, oral ( female receiving) , fluff at end

MINORS DNI !!!!!!!

LIKE YOU MEAN IT

You and Sam never got along which you never knew why. You, Colby, Nate, kat, Sam and Seth were currently at Sam and Colby's house talking about the new location that you are all going too. “ so the place were going too is in Ireland and it's the most haunted castle in the world. It's called Leap Castle”. Colby said smiling to the group of his friends. You always wanted to go to Ireland because of the history and the sights to see. Sam looked at his best friend with a smile but then looked at you “ dude, I'm excited to go but do we really need to bring y/n on this trip?” Sam asked Colby. Seth looked at Sam and rolled his eyes “ Sam you need to remember she is part of this team just like any of us. Just because for some odd reason you don't like her, which I will never understand.” Seth said calmly trying to keep the room quiet. You looked up from your phone looking at Seth smiling, then looking at sam “ yeah, why do you hate me so much? What have I done to you for you to act like a douchebag to me. " you yelled at the blonde haired boy that was rolling his eyes. He got up and looked at you " you want to know why I don't like you? " he said. " yeah I do Golbach” you said to him looking him in his eyes he went to open his mouth when kat got up and yelled at both of you “ that's it! I'm tired of you all arguing and fighting all the fucking time because of something the other said or just because, you both are going into this room and staying until you come to an agreement and we are leaving so you all can yell and we can't hear it" she said locking the door to the room. You both heard the door shut and a car leave.

"i can't believe they left me in here with you of all people. " you said to Sam. He looked at you and you could see him rolling his eyes " at least we agree on one thing " he said. You looked at him and asked" Sam, why do you hate me so much? What the hell did I do to you?" you asked the man. " you want to know since no one is here to yell at me " he said " I am waiting " you tell him with a attitude." you think you can come in here like you know everything and you don't. It makes me so mad how you get every one to like you and then you give me A attitude like a brat " he said. " if my attitude is a problem then fuck it out of me then " you said with a smirk on your face waiting for him to reply. His eyes were filled with lust " oh baby, you shouldn't have said that ", he said with his eyes filling with lust. You could see his cock straining against his jeans.

You've never seen him like this before. " you like what you see baby girl?" he says with a deep voice. You could feel your self getting turned on. "Sam, what are you going to do?" you asked him." you said to fuck the attitude out of you so that's what I plan on doing you whore. You talk big so let's see if it works. You are going to listen to me and obey me." he said to you. Your cheeks get red as the blood rushes towards them. He starts kissing your lips slowly " do you give me permission?" he asked . You nod your head to indicate yes," I need words baby " he said seductively. You look at him " yes sir " you tell him. As he continues to kiss you he goes down your neck and finds that spot that makes you moan and he starts sucking making sure to leave hickeys to show who you belong too. He moves his lips back to your lips and your mouths move perfectly together as your tongues fight for dominance. " do you want me to touch you and fuck you like the little whore you are?" he asked. " oh god, please Sam " you practically begging him. " God isn't here tonight, just me " he said while his hands were holding you against the wall. He smirked at you as he runs his hands up your leg using his hand to run over the fabric that is covering your pussy " you're so wet for me. I bet us arguing has always turned you on hasn't it? I also bet you have thought of us doing this." he asked," oh fuck yes Sam!" you moan.

He moves your underwear and he opens your legs bending down he looks at what is on full display for him. He uses his fingers to spread you open as he begins to rub her clit " you have been hiding this beautiful pussy from me all this time." he says as he shoves two fingers into you. He starts eating you out using his tongue on your clit while fingering you. You grab his hair moaning his name " oh Sam, I'm going to cum "you moan he stops eating you and pulls his fingers out " not s0 fast baby, I want to feel that beautiful pussy around my dick and have cum around me " you moan at what he says never thinking you would be fucking your enemy and hearing him say all these dirty things he saying. He comes up ripping your shirt off along with your bra. You start taking his shirt off noticing his abs and smirking. He starts fondling your boobs and takes one nipple in his mouth and starts sucking on it making you wetter and moaning his name. Sam pulls his belt Off taking his pants and boxers off you see his dick smack against his stomach watching as pre-cum seeped from the tip. " you sure you want to do this? Because once I start I am making it my mission for you to be sore where you can't walk " he said." yes Sam please just shut up and fuck me! " he uses his hands to flip you over where your on the bottom and he is in control. You could feel your clit throb from being so turned on. He lined up against your opening and slowly pushed into you causing you to moan he grabbed your legs and pulled them over his shoulders so he could get deeper. He used his his finger to massage your clit. You could feel a tightness building up." I'm going to cum Sam,i need to cum " you told him while the wave of pleasure was building." you Will not cum until I say so got it?" he says wrapping his hands in your hair. " yes sir " you obey him.

Sam keeps thrusting into you going faster and faster you could hear him moan as his thrust got sloppier. Your legs started shaking against him. You could feel his cock twitch inside you." Sam I need t0 come " you yelled " cum for me y /n, cum for me " he said. Sobs filling the room you both were in as your body shook under his. After both of you calmed down from your high he put his pants and boxers back on and went to get a washcloth to clean you up. " that was amazing Sam, maybe we should fight more if the sex is like that" you joked. You grabbed his shirt and put it on you tried to stand up but you couldn't. Sam was laughing " I told you you wouldn't be able to walk" he smiled. They both heard the door unlock " well, I don't hear screaming so either two things we have that they killed each other or that they worked it out. " Seth said to the rest. Kat went to where you were locked up in and opened the door and they all gasped at what they saw. " dude, why is your shirt off and why does y/n have it on? " Nate said. " also why does it smell like sex? " Colby asked. They all smiled " you guys fucked didn't you?" kat asked as you hid your face behind Sam's back.

[its-my-whump]

The Merry Whump of May - Medi Whump May – Day 25

@themerrywhumpofmay: "It takes two to tango.” - Hot coffee - doubt @mediwhumpmay: shaking

Desperation, blood, bruises helplessness

Follow-up: Days 21 - 24

With every step the darkness was fading. Tonya and the rescue team had covered more than half of the slope.

Without the flashlight she had probably missed it, but now the beam of light revealed the place where their fade took its course downwards more than half a day ago. It felt like a lifetime had passed. But maybe it actually did.

Tonya didn't know or hadn't thought about the color of dried blood before. But there it was, a rock covered in a smear of an ugly brown in the beam of the flashlight in her hand. Like someone had spilled or more smashed a bottle of syrup. Clearly the same rock which had a big responsibility in Sam losing consciousness. She hadn't seen it on her way up the evening before.

She swallowed against the lump in her throat. It was still so far to where he was laying. All this distance he fell. She was desperately trying to convince herself, that he was still breathing, that he was still fighting against death, even if that fight took place right on the doorstep to the underworld. He just needed to be still alive.

But even with the sun coming up, darkness was spreading inside her soul with ever second it was getting brighter. Mesmerized she looked at that damn rock. A hand touched her shoulder. She looked like a dear in headlight, with tears in her eyes. The words just slipped out of her mouth. "It's my fault. I grabbed for his leg and pulled him down. I probably ..."

The hand on her shoulder squeezed reassuring and stopped her from phrasing the darkest fear of her own responsibility of his probable demise. "It takes two to tango." The man belonging to that hand smiled at her and went on. 'What? What the hell should that mean?' She was confused, so confused, that she actually wanted to scream at that man and demand an explanation of what the fuck that was suppose to mean.

Now she was more confused and angry, than heartbroken. She trotted on.

Finally first beams of sunlight actively reached her. Then she could hear it. Some kind of relief inflamed. Hopefully they weren't too late.

Than she could see it and imagined feeling the vibration of rotor blades cutting through the air of the canyon. Or maybe it was just her heart hammering frantically inside her chest.

The chopper circled and touched down in the near distance.

When she finally arrived at the bottom of the ravine with help from the man with the questionable approach, the two other guys from the rescue team were already by Sam's side.

Tonya caught just a glimpse of his ghostly pale skin. The shock about his appearance had pushed away every other thought or feeling. Her hands started shaking.

More people hurrying from the direction the chopper had landed. People, equipment and a backboard in screaming colors passed her.

She stumbled forward approaching his slack body. By the reaction of all of these people she just couldn't tell, if he was alive or dead. He certainly looked dead. Her heart sunk.

He was still being examined by the looks of it.

"Is he..." She couldn't end her question, even the attempt was only a slight whisper.

An oxygen mask in his face. That must mean, he was still breathing. But there was no reaction, while he was poked and rolled. All these people blocking her view, but she couldn't hear an all so tiny grunt or an agonising cry, which surely would have ripped through the air, if he had been conscious.

They connected a heart monitor, but there wasn't this constant rushing beeping sound like in the movies. The beats were there, but they were too far away from each other. The pause between them was just too long. This couldn't be right.

Someone was talking to her. She was sitting on the ground, crying and shaking. No clue, how she ended up here. 'This was her fault. This was her doing. She killed him, she most definitely killed him. Why the hell had it to be hiking. They should have gone for some fucking coffee...'

A woman was still talking to her, but everything was a blur by now.

TBC (here)

[agentcable]

Chicago Justice Season 1 Ep. 12 "Fool Me Twice"

The team is investigating the shooting of a man who was left for dead. However, they are facing a roadblock due to the presence of other detectives who are also working on the same case. Later, Nagel discloses that the victim was her confidential informant. As a result, Stone prohibits her from working on the case because of her proximity to it.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

Laura Nagel rushes to the hospital to be with her friend Lizzie. Lizzie's brother Eric has been shot three times, and they are unsure if he will survive. Laura leaves as soon as Lizzie's boyfriend, Manny, arrives, instructing her to call as soon as Eric wakes up.

Nagel arrives at the crime scene where they found seven casings around Eric's bullet-riddled car. She pauses when she sees blood on the cracked windshield. Ken Banks introduces himself and Dt. Steve Kim from narcotics to her. She is confused about their presence but quickly learns that they found a kilo of heroin on the floor of Eric's car.

Nagel returns to the ASA office and shares the case with Peter Stone. She tells him that Eric Cates was her confidential informant and that it was Eric's information that helped convict Jason, a felon who ran the Death King's stash house. Stone wonders if Jason arranged for Eric's murder in Statesville. Nagel informs him that Jason's younger brother, Jerome, now leads the gang and suspects that he discovered Eric was her informant. stone explains that it is now a case for the Chicago Police Department, but Nagel insists that people like Eric risk their lives to help them. Stone advises her to gather information discreetly and avoid interfering with the investigation.

Laura informs Antonio that they can investigate the case. Before Antonio can question her, she asks if he is coming. They visit Jerome at his car dealership, where Laura suggests they review his books to check for money laundering or ask him a few question. Jerome denies being in a gang since they imprisoned his brother, Jason. Jerome claims he has not seen Eric Cates in a few years. Nagel does not believe him and suggests that he obtains the books. Jerome reiterates that he is not involved and that Eric worked for his brother. However, if Eric was hijacked, it was from Ricky Marscak's crew.

Dt. Banks informed Nagel that a good Samaritan reported witnessing the shooting. Although he did not see Marscak, he saw a red Chevy, and given the red Chevy and drug heist, they immediately suspected Ricky Marscak. Kim emerged from the interrogation room, stating that Marscak claimed he was with a woman until 3 am, but he did not know her name. Nagel then entered the interrogation room and revealed that Eric Cates was still alive. Marscak expressed relief, hoping that Eric could confirm that he did not shoot him.

After leaving the precinct, she takes Antonio back to the hospital. Eric denies that the heroin found in his car belongs to him. According to him, he was driving home on a one-way street when a car approached him. Two men got out of the car, but he couldn't identify them due to the bright lights shining in his eyes. He reversed his car and doesn't remember anything else. He claims that he couldn't see anything, but he would have noticed if the car was red.

Anna Valdez is surprised that they have a witness since it is such a rarity. Nagel finds the witness statement a bit suspicious because he said there was only one guy, but Eric says there were two. The witness mentioned the red Chevy, but Eric is sure he would have remembered that. However, the witness doesn't even have a parking ticket, so he is a model citizen.

Antonio and Laura returned to the crime scene and decided to visit Jerry Burrows, the witness. However, upon arriving at the apartment, Burrows' son Bobby informed them that his father was out driving as he worked as a cab driver. During lunch, Laura questioned why Burrows chose to report the incident to narcotics instead of going to the nearest precinct, which was only a couple of blocks away.

Antonio suggested that Laura was too emotionally invested in the case and couldn't see things clearly. She explains that she grew up with Eric. When her dad drank too much, Eric's mother took her in. Antonio reveals that Jerry may be clean, but his son has been arrested twice for intent to distribute. Six months ago, he was arrested for statutory rape of a 15-year-old. She asks why he wasn't in prison, and Antonio learns that the charges were dropped on the same day that cocaine charges were filed by Dt. Banks and Dt. Kim.

Banks and Kim quickly express their belief that Bobby was not a major player and would be more useful to them on the street. Banks asserts that Bobby became an informant after they released him. Laura finds it suspicious that their informant's father is a witness in a shooting they are investigating. Kim becomes angry at the implication that they are lying. Laura and Antonio return to question Jerry Burrows, who insists he saw the red truck and rushes back into the house.

Laura returns to the hospital, where Eric offers to say the car was red if she wants him to. She declines and begins to reminisce about their childhood. She apologizes for putting a target on his back, but he maintains that the heroin is not his.

Stone and Anna meet with Antonio and Laura to review the case. Antonio explains that the heroin was only 10% pure. He investigated similar cases involving murders and found three cases with no arrests. All three cases happened in the past 24 months and have the same gang connection: the 23rd Street Jokers, who are still in a turf war with the Death Kings. Jason ordered all four shootings, and the same detectives are investigating all four cases. Anna is shocked to learn that Banks and Kim may be covering up the murders, and Laura suggests that they may even be the ones committing the crimes. Stone advises them not to jump to conclusions and reminds them that their first priority is to prove that Jerome knew about Eric Cates' betrayal of his brother.

Eric did not reveal that he snitched and implies that someone discovered it on their own. Nagel requests protection for Eric during her meeting with his sister, Lizzie. Laura discovers that Lizzie disclosed their secret to her boyfriend, Manny.

Nagel interrogates Manny, who confesses that he owed Jerome $10,000 and mentioned that he had a contact in the ASA office who could help him if he needed anything. She asked if he mentioned her name. When he said no, she told him he would be carged with conspiracy to commit murder. He choked and admitted he told Jerome her name. Laura and Antonio returned to the Ferrari dealership, and she arrested Jerome.

Stone observed as Laura and Antonio interrogated Jerome. Laura played him a recording of Banks and Kim's statements, claiming they were following his orders on the other murders. Jerome was shocked they turned on him, but his attorney told him to be quiet. Jerome desired a deal, but was informed that it was not possible. However, Stone arrived and presented him with an offer: one murder in exchange for a reduction of one-third of his sentence. Despite his lawyer's counsel to the contrary, Jerome accepted the deal.

Antonio meets Banks at a bar, and they reminisce about a bust they did years ago. Antonio admires Banks and wanted to be like him. Meanwhile, Laura arrives at Kim's home while he is having dinner with his family. As two police cruisers arrive to take him, Kim tries to close the door, but Laura holds it open. After Kim is taken into custody, Laura calls Antonio. Antonio orders Banks to leave the bar as if they are friends, or he will arrest him in front of his "fans". Mark Jefferies and Peter Stone are standing outside.

In court, the judge hears about the detectives' decorated work history. However, Anna shares that they are both charged with four violent felonies as paid assassins. She sets their bail at $250,000 each.

Both attorneys meet with Stone and Anna, stating that they shot to kill when Cates came racing towards them in his vehicle. Stone admits that they took off, leaving Cates for dead. The attorney explains that they panicked. They are willing to plead guilty to leaving the scene. Anna says Jerome will testify that he hired them, but they scoff, claiming he is an infamous gangster who will say anything to save himself.

Forensics cannot verify their distance when they shot at Cates, but there is gunshot residue in the detectives' car. Anna discovers that the dash cam in the car was never turned on, but it turns on a minute before the sirens are activated. However, Anna cannot explain how it works.

In the office, there is an audio recording of the detectives preparing for and shooting Cates. Apparently, they did not know that the recording starts as soon as the siren is activated. Anna explains that she noticed the camera is always recording because it cannot detect when a siren will occur. Stone is impressed with her work and instructs her to make copies and send them to the defense counsel.

In the judge's chambers, the attorneys, Stone, and Anna listen to the audio. The judge instructs them to begin discussing deals, but one person protests, stating that the police required a warrant to bug their own vehicle, making this recording a violation of their Fourth Amendment rights. The judge rules that the recordings are admissible.

Dt. Kim's attorney visits Stone's office to explain the truth about Kim, his partner, and Jerome. Kim is willing to go to jail for as long as necessary, but he wants his family to be relocated and kept safe. He is also willing to testify to everything. Stone offers him life in prison, to which Kim agrees.

Jerome takes the witness stand and confesses to paying Detective Banks and Detective Kim twenty thousand dollars for each murder. He admits to taking a plea deal. He cannot be trusted. Cates confesses to being a drug runner for the Death King's, but has been clean for over a year since his arrest and agreement to be an informant.

The defense attorney accuses Ricky Marscak of the shooting, but now claims responsibility. Detective Kim testifies and the court hears a recording of him and Detective Banks. Kim explains how they took all the cases to prevent others from investigating. The defendant claims that Banks deceived him into committing the crime and that the victims were targeted because they were gang members. The defense lawyer argues that greed cannot justify murder.

At a bar, Stone learns that Banks' lawyer is putting him on the stand the following day and is unsure if society can convict him. On the stand, Banks admits that he went along for the ride as Kim was the lead detective on every case. When Stone asks if this was all for the greater good, Banks agrees that it was his job to do that. He clarifies that the killings had nothing to do with any investigations but that a cop never stops being a cop. Stone then asks if the money was just a tip. Banks believed that Cates deserved to die because he conducted business with a gang member. Stone challenged this belief by questioning Banks about taking money from Jerome. Banks remained silent.

The closing arguments were completed, and the jury found Detective Banks not guilty of all four counts of murder and attempted murder.

Laura chased after Cates, who quickly left the courtroom. Cates shared that if he had gone to jail for the burglary, he would have been released six months ago. Laura promised to protect him, but he did not believe her.

[goldshadowsarchive]

“ it’s okay! it’s okay! it’s just me! ” / pen @ kiwi

@venustrape / meme / selectively accepting

he doesn't get involved in the cases. he's part of the team but he's not part of the team. he's just the pilot. he doesn't get involved in the crime solving. he shouldn't be here, he certainly doesn't want to be. the last two days are a blur that he can't quite make sense of other than being used for leverage. his brain started shutting things out the moment he'd been taken. suddenly he was out in the open, cool night wind making him shiver as he trots towards nowhere and covered in blood he wasn't sure who it belonged to. he's being grabbed then and he feels his fight or flight instinct kick in once more. kiwi turns quickly and grabs the other by the collar ready to defend himself against another attacker but he realizes just as fast who it actually was. shaky hands immediately let go of her and he stumbles back a bit, feeling a wave of guilt rush through him. " p ? " in the distance, he can see the red and blue lights as well as people with flashlights which he can only assume was the cavalry. " i didn't want i didn't mean i thought ... " he can't find the words to explain himself, feeling the panic tight in his chest and robbing him of air. shaking his head hectically as he realises she's here and so are they. " you shouldn't be here. they're gonna take you. they're gonna ... you have to go. you have to go - "