#being held hostage against your will is not ok

[proudzionist]

Bella and her sister Gigi need to shut up because they do not know what they are talking about !

They are privileged air heads& Palestinian refugees ( what a joke ) !

[miley1442111]

saving me- s.reid

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a/n: fem reader, but as always imagine what you like :)

summary: spencer has to save you before it's too late.

pairing: spencer reid x fem bau! reader

warnings: general cm topics, sexual assault, hostage situation, drugging, the team don't know about you and spencer, injuries, reader gets injured, reader is allergic to opioids, drugs, alergic reaction, knives, guns, reader begs to be killed, spencer shoots someone. (i think that's it, tell me if i missed anything :))

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Another migraine. Another fucking migraine. 

Your life was truly a joke. 

You sat beside Emily in the car, eyes heavy with pain as you profusely rubbed them, the sunlight from the sky beside you far too bright. 

“Y/l/n? Any ideas?” Morgan asked, kicking you softly under the table.

“The unsub will probably be extremely interested in the investigation but they probably won’t bring themselves into it. We’ll end up seeking them out,” you rattled off. 

“Are you alright?” Prentiss whispered. 

“Fine,” you lied. “Just tired eyes.” 

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Spencer’s eyes were on you from the second you’d spoken about your ‘tired eyes’. He was meant to be working up a geological profile, but his focus was completely on you. ‘Tired eyes’, you’d been wearing glasses or contacts all week, you’d been drinking enough liquids, you’d been eating, he assumed you’d slept, you'd been busy most of the week and sleeping at your own apartment instead of his. 

What could cause ‘tired eyes’?

“Reid!” Seaver all but shouted in his ear. 

“Y-yeah? Yes?” He answered, eyes focusing on the map again. 

“Is Y/l/n here?” Rossi asked. 

“W-what? No. I thought she went with Hotch and Prentiss,” he hesitated. 

“She told them she was with us,” Rossi sighed. “So then where is she?”

“I-I don’t know,” Spencer admitted. “I’ll call her.”

Rossi held up your cell phone and Spencer’s stomach dropped.

“Shit,” he cursed.

“Shit is right,” Rossi nodded. 

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It had been 24 hours, you were officially a missing person. You had no idea where you were, someone must’ve drugged you. That hadn’t been a regular migraine. Your head thumped with pain as you struggled against the duct tape around your hands and feet. 

“You’re one beautiful girl, aren’t you?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, feel the way he was watching you. 

You tried to scream but the duct tape around your mouth made it difficult.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” he came closer, into the light. You could see his face. He was a white male, between the ages of 35-40, dad-build, and a sick smirk. 

You didn’t fight back, you couldn’t. You didn’t even notice the camera in the corner. You didn’t know that this was being recorded, or live-streamed directly to Penelope. Penelope, who showed it to the team. To your boyfriend. 

They were watching the worst moment of your life unfold. 

And you had no idea. 

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“Guys,” Penelope squeaked. “This j-just came through,” she showed them her laptop and looked away, tears clouding her vision. 

“Is that-” Derek started

“Y/n,” Aaron finished for him. 

“What about her? Did you find her?” Spencer asked, staring at the group from behind Penelope. “Is she ok?”

The team’s eyes were glued to the screen as Spencer stood there, demanding an answer. 

“Guys what?!” he shouted. “Someone answer me!”

“Come here,” Seaver sighed. Spencer stood beside her and watched in horror as the unsub hurt you. 

“We have to find her,” he stated. “Now.”

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“Please, please just kill me,” you begged. He’d taken the tape off a while ago. “Please kill me.”

“I’m not a necrophiliac,” he laughed in your face. “I like my girls alive.”

“Fuck you,” you sobbed. Blood, dirt, tears, and sweat coating your skin. “Fuck you!”

“I’m actively trying to fuck you,” he laughed again. You hated him. You hated this. You hated everything.  

“Just kill me,” you sobbed. “Please!”

He hit you on the head and you went out again. 

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“FBI!” Morgan’s voice rang out through the warehouse. Spencer was hot on his heels, walking ahead of him and ignoring proper protocol. “Reid!” He ran after him. 

“FBI! Put the knife down!” Spencer shouted at the unsub holding a knife to your throat. Something had gone wrong. He scanned the room quickly. 

“I-I didn’t mean to- I was just-” The unsub stepped away, dropping the knife. “She wasn’t meant to die.”

Die. Dead. You were dead.

Spencer fired his gun without a second thought. He ran over to you and checked your pulse, there but barely. 

“Hotch I need an ambulance!” He shouted. “Y/n, baby, I need you to wake up,” he begged. “Please, please, wake up, I need you Y/n. Please.” 

“Spencer-” Prentiss started but Spencer silenced her with his own words. 

“We’re dating. We have been for a year and a half, don’t you dare tell me to ‘step away’,” he sighed. 

The paramedics rushed in, starting you on an IV. 

“She’s allergic to opioids,” Spencer rattled off. “She can’t have any opioids.”

“Spencer,” Hotch sighed. “She’s had some already,” Hotch pointed to the vials in the corner of the room and the rusty needle beside them. 

Fuck. 

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“So when were you planning on telling us?” Derek sighed as they all sat in the waiting room.

“I don’t know, soon-maybe?”

“A year and a half is a long time,” Emily smiled. “Congratulations.”

Spencer nodded.

“Dr. Reid?” The nurse asked. Spencer shot up and out of his seat. 

“Yes?” 

“Ms. Y/l/n is stable but she is severely hurt. Physically and... mentally. She endured hours of sexual assault and her body and mind reflect that. I suggest someone non-threatening to see her first. Maybe a woman?”

Spencer gulped and nodded. “Emily?”

“Yeah of course,” she nodded, walking behind the nurse as he led her to your room.

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You wanted Spencer. You needed him.

Emily walked in and tears filled your eyes. “Where’s Spencer? Is he ok?”

“He’s fine, they just thought that you’d want someone non-threatening to come in and see you first-” Emily explained. 

“Can you go grab Spencer please?” you sniffled. She smiled and nodded, then left the room. 

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“Spencer?” Emily called into the hall. “She wants you.”

Spencer had never walked faster in his life. 

There you were. Bruises and scratches littering your body and face. Your beautiful face. Your beautiful smile and teary eyes.

“Come here, please,” you whispered. Spencer sat at your side, your hand in his. “Thank you.”

He chuckled sadly. “For what?”

“Saving me. All the time,” you smiled softly.

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criminal minds masterlist :)

navigation for my blog :) (criminal minds, marvel, top gun, challengers, the bear, the hunger games, obx+)

[yourlocalstranger123]

||Mermaid Miguel||

Artist: NikSaf (or NikSaf_art) app: Twitter

Note: I'm using a translator for Spanish. You can correct me if you want. [The way I made this fic so random]

When it said: "I can't eat raw fish" (but, for sure, we're gonna eat some raw fish 🤭) [help. I'm being held hostage by my friend unless I type this. Help]

Part 2 —

Honestly. You were just on a small land, but enough resources to live at least. You're the only person who lives there, but some people visit left and right sometimes. You had a very calm and peaceful life until you accidentally....fish out a VERY big....fish?

You dragged him up even though he was a little heavy with both of your arms hooked with his or just. Straight up carrying him princess style. (Or even dragging him by the tail)

You. Were. Stunned.....you fished out a Merman?! Honestly, you thought mermaids were just fairytales, but I guess not since you're seeing one right now! (Damn, but this one is a hot lookin fish— I mean. Merman)

You were panicking. Should you run? Or check if it's alive? Ask him if he's ok? Wait. Can he even speak english? Or can he even speak at all??? While you were in the abyss of your thoughts, the unknown merman just stared at you.

When you finally collected your thoughts, you felt water spashing on you, well. Not that much. It's more like sprinkling since he's just shaking his hair from the water. He suddenly backed away from you, claws open. (Wait....fish has claws?—)

You put both of your hands in the air as a sign of peace. Not wanting to be looked as a threat. He tilted his head and just slowly backed away, slipping back into the water. Welp, that's gonna be the last time you'll ever see such a beauty again.

You laid there, fishing rod in your hand as you wait for a fish to pull on the string. Basking in the sunlight in such comfort that you could fall asleep if it wasn't for a certain stare burning a hole through you...

Miguel frowning as he watched you just sitting there. Not even bothering to look who was staring at you and just letting them. (Him)

He wonders why you're just. There. You don't even bother going back to that place called a city. You just. Stayed. He's been actually stalking watching you for a while. Waiting for the moment for you to leave to make his heart stop racing and ache.

But not for a single moment, you never left. He even tried many tactics to make you leave, like leaving fish blood, dead bodies of ocean animals, or anything! But. You just...shrugged.

He became increasingly interested in you. Even to the point his tail is wagging like a dog waiting for its owner excitedly. He found out you fell asleep as he sneakily went up to you, dragging his body with his arms. Finally, getting a good look on you, he felt memorized.

Before he left, he tried nuzzling his face to yours, feeling the soft flesh against his. Just like how he saw other humans showing physical affection to each other. Feeling satisfied, he left in a swift motion before you woke up.

The next day, you decided to fish again as it's now your hobby since it's been a bit boring ever since you came to the land. You flinched when you felt a hand that felt like it was soaked in water, taking off your hat that was covering your face.

You see the same handsome merman, looking at you in curiosity. Pausing as you don't know what to do. You put your hand out for him since he kept staring at it as if interested. He slowly and softly put his head on your hand. Nuzzling it as his tail seemed to swish left to right in a wagging motion.

You were about to say something until he went back into the water and after a few minutes, he rose up from the water with a fish in his mouth. He went closer to you, reaching for your lap as he dropped the fish in your hands.

"You....want me to eat this?"

He nodded. Oh. Wait. Seems like he knows english-

You just put it back behind your back, "thanks. I will, uhh, eat it later."

He frowned. Making you feel very nervous. So you just tried walking away to get things to maybe make a fireplace so you can at least cook it to make it edible for you. He noticed this and grabbed your wrist, thinking that your leaving him.

He pulled you over to him, hugging you tightly and not letting go. "Uhh...Mermaid man, im trying to-"

"My name is....Miguel. Not Mermaid Man."

You were stunned. He could also speak? You patted his head as he snuggled you closer.

"no me dejes solo...por favor?"

You paused. Thinking what to do. You'll just simply tell him, "I can't eat raw fish, pretty boy."

He paused at the mention to him as pretty boy. He quickly lets you go, looking away so you can't see the blush on his face. You quietly went away, getting some wood for the fireplace.

After you come back, you see him, miguel in the water, waiting for you. You patted your lap as Miguel hesitantly but hurryingly comes over to you. He flinched when you put a wet towel on his neck where his gills were but slowly got comfortable. (I think Mermaids need their gills to not be dry so they can breathe)

He watches you cook the fish and take a bite out of it. You offered one to him as he took a bite out of it. After a few minutes, he tugged your sleeves. Looking at you as if waiting for you to feed him again. Sighing, you broke off a piece and fed it to him.

Maybe living with a Merman isn't so bad after all.

[normal-internet-user]

the sibling reader stuff is mad dope good job bro, could you do sum like when theyre in middle school and they come home after school all upset and like wont talk to anyone and it turns out, oh no not cool man theyre being bullied. its totally cool if not bro, love your stuff homebre keep it up

I love writing sibling reader, these requests are making me happy!

BAYVERSE BOYS WHEN READER GETS BULLIED

The minute you walked into the Lair, they knew something was up.

You were still wearing your jacket for one,

You always, always took it off before you got home,

No matter how cold outside it was.

The second thing was your expression.

You just looked so...

Defeated.

Leo and Raph were the first to notice,

They shared a look with eachother, they both knew something had happened,

But figuring that out was the easy part,

Gettting you to talk wasn't going to be a cake walk...

"(Name)'s home!" Mikey shouted, jumping up from his spot on the couch, rushing to give you a hug.

The hug that you dodged with a weak smile.

The hug you had looked forward to getting everyday since you were 6.

That's when Mikey knew something wasn't right.

"How was school?" Donnie asked as he walked in, patting your shoulder as he passed.

You winced when his hand came in contact with your skin, laughing nervously.

Now Donnie knew too.

And you knew they knew.

"It was fine." you mumbled, before starting towards your room.

"Where ya' goin', Shorty?"

You sighed lowly, "To do homework."

"You just got home," Leo said, "Why don't you come watch TV with us for a little bit."

You shook your head, your breathing becoming uneven when you felt the tears prick your eyes, "Nope! I'm fine! You know how History is." You laughed nervously, reaching your room and closing the door as quickly as possible.

You tossed your backpack on your bed, shedding off your jacket, wincing.

You went to run your hand over the bruises that ran along your bare arms, pulling away quickly when the touch caused you to whimper.

The tears fell slowly, rolling down your cheeks almost taunting you.

'Some ninja.'

It was back.

That little voice that you hadn't heard in so long.

The one you had tried so damn hard to get rid of.

You slid down to the floor with your back against the door, head between your knees while you tried your hardest not to cry.

A soft knock sounded from behind you, and you held your breath, "(Name)..?" the worried voice of Mikey came from the otherside.

"Uh- Yeah?" you put some false chipper in your voice.

"You ok?"

"Peachy keen, Michel!"

You heard Raph grunt on the otherside of the door, "Dammit (Name), we're not stupid. We know you're lyin'."

You felt a sob build up in the back of your throat, you tried to respond but it felt like something was holding your voice hostage.

"Please just let us in." Donnie begged, and that did it.

You stood up slowly, doing your best to calm yourself.

Your eyes never left your feet as you opened that door,

You felt ashamed.

When you heard nothing from your brothers, you looked up to face them, and you felt the tears begin to fall again.

They weren't dissapointed in you,

They were upset.

They were angry.

For you.

You sniffled quietly and instantly Mikey pulled you in for a hug,

The second his arms wrapped around you the silent tears turned into to full on sobs.

And Mikey held you.

Just like he had when you were younger.

Mikey was doing his best to calm you out of your tears.

Just like he had in that alley oh so long ago.

You felt like you were just a toddler again,

Helpless and scared.

You were shaking, but despite the gut wrenching sobs you let out, an overwhelming sense of relief washed through your body.

You didn't have to keep the secret anymore.

Eventually your crying had reduced itself to sniffles, and you pulled away from Mikey, wiping your eyes while Donnie gently took your arms to examine the bruises.

"Who did it." Leo asked you lowly,

You looked down once again, the shame of being bullied filling you once again, "This clique of jerks. Ya know, the 'popular kids'. They've been picking on me since, like, 2nd grade for not having my bio parents around."

"How the hell do they even know that?" Raph growled out.

You shrugged, wincing when Donnie pressed on one of your bruises, "Some of their parents works in the office, so they knows April isn't my real mom."

Leo sighed, "Is this the first time the bullying has been physical?"

You nodded, "I told 'em to fuck off. They... didn't like that and jumped me after school."

"Have you tried getting staff involved?" Donnie question,

"Yup, but like I said, some of their parents work in the office, so they never get in trouble. I'm just told to stop lying trying to cause drama."

Leo hummed, and you looked up from the floor, "I'm sorry." you said, sniffling, tears welling up once again.

"What?"

"I'm sorry... I tried to stand up for myself, but I'm just not s-strong like you guys.."

Leo shook his head and pulled you in for a hug, "Don't you dare say you're sorry, (Name), because you have nothing you should be sorry for. We'll deal with those kids, just meet us in the nearest alley after school, ok?"

You nodded, "Can we watch Smurfs?"

Raph chuckled and patted you on the head when Leo pulled away, "Sure thing, Shorty."

The next day at school, you were nervous.

Leo hadn't told you his plan, just to meet them in the nearest alley to the school.

The bell rung, and you rushed out of the classroom, you reached your locker quickly and emptied it for the day.

After that, you rushed out the front door as fast as you could.

You were almost off school property when they caught up to you.

"Going somewhere, bitch?"

You looked behind you, seeing Brad and his possy of prep kids glaring snarkily at you.

"Fuck off, Brad." you said, continuing towards that alley.

You felt someone yank on the back of your hoodie, and you whipped around and socked the guy who held it in the face.

After that you took off running, with Brad shouting behind you, "Get back here you fucking bitch!"

You ran breathless into the alley, debating pulling up the manhole cover and escaping, but then the clique walked into the alley way.

Brad grabbed the front of your shirt, lifting you up slightly, "Who the fuck do you think you are, huh, fucker?"

"Our baby sibling."

Brad dropped you and began to frantically search the alley for whomever had spoke.

You felt a hand on you shoulder and turned to see a very angry Raphael.

"The baby sibling you just put your hands on."

One of the girls spotted your brothers, gasped quietly, and then promptly fainted.

You let out a pft-

Before backing up to stand next to Donnie, who wrapped his arm around your shoulder while glaring at the kids.

The prep kids looked just about ready to either faint, or book it out of the alley, but just as they began to run, Leo popped out of nowhere and wrapped his arm tightly around Brad's shoulder.

"Hey, you must be Brad. So a little birdy told me that you've been causing some issues for sweet old (Name) here. For your information, we're their big brothers, and we don't take too kindly to people picking on family."

He shoved Brad forward, with Brad in the other kids looking around in terror.

Raph spoke up, twirling one of his sais around menacingly, "You got one option here, so pay attention. I'm gonna give you all 10 seconds to get down on your knees and beg (Name) for the forgivness you don't deserve, or I'll show ya' what it's like to get beat up by someone bigger than ya', got it punk?"

Brad and his possy immediatly dropped to their knees infront of you, and it took everything in your power to not laugh out loud as they all frantically begged you for mercy and forgiveness and they were so sorry, etc. etc.

"Shut up you blubbering idiots." you said, they immediatly stopped talking, and you turned to face Leo "I wanna go home, do we still have poptarts?"

Leo nodded, and Raph picked Brad up off the ground, "You leave (Name) alone from now on."

Mikey nodded poking him in the side, "Yeah, you don't talk to them, you don't look at them, don't even breath in their direction, got it?"

Brad nodded frantically, and Raph dropped him, and Leo sent him one last glare "Don't say a word of what happened here to anyone, got it? We'll know, and we will find you. Now go."

Without another word, the clique left, scampering down the sidewalk like some terrified rabbits.

"Now let's get you that poptart, Shorty."

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And voilà! I hope you guys enjoy this one since I really liked writing it! 💕

[ohbo-ohno]

Serial killer AU and the contrast between how Ghoap treat us and other victims. Maybe they're holding our friend group hostage in the basement, and every day we're forced to see pain and torture of our friends and then Ghost drags us upstairs by our hair and....

The softest pillows ever, Soap helds pur hands so we won't struggle as Simon tortures us with cumming over and over again. We're literally covered in blood, they are covered in blood, and Ghost is so mean with everyone( Soap laughs as our friends struggle against his axe and then covers our face with kisses because we're adorable and he wants us to cry forever((

Scaredy cat whiny wet napkin reader who constantly needs to drink because we cry our daily hydration worth, and we don't really get used to them or fall into Stockholm syndrome, we're just terrified enough to comply with them. It's my favorite dynamic tbh, not just falling in love, but mostly submitting out of fear. Ghost is so soft with us, gots us sweets and vegetables even though Soap is moody because of the lack of meat, because we can't bring ourselves to eat normally after we saw what they did to our friends

🎷🐛

i am fucking LOSING IT

you're so real for preferring scared submission over stockholm syndrome btw. stockholm syndrome can be fun but something about complying only because you're scared... it's so delicious...

also... soap wanting meat... if any of you want a cannibal ghostsoap apocalypse au go read this it's sooo good. ghost kidnaps soap and takes him back to his cannibal compound to keep him :( it's written as a love story from ghost's perspective and a horror story from soap's lol it's great

anyways more about serial killer ghoap below the cut :) listened to bilgewater by brown bird while writing this if any of y'all like gothic country music

soap torturing someone with you in the room (because he hates letting you out of his sight) and he keeps taking breaks to come comfort you and gives you kisses IM :((( wipes your tears away and gets streaks of red all over your face, wants to fuck you cause you look so pretty but his victims don't deserve to see you that vulnerable, that's just for him and simon. ties you up in the corner so you don't run, maybe locks you in a little cage (i will put petplay into everything i write like god has challenged me to it personally). gags you because you get real scream-y and tend to beg for their lives, but sometimes has to tug it out so you can throw up :( tells you to close your eyes when he does something particularly nasty, the gore and your terror in the corner nearly enough to get him off without even touching his dick

being soft with you is like their reward to themselves for torturing people so well lmfao. like, they did so good making those people's last moments agonizing and now they get to cuddle up with you <3 washes off their hands and your face, bundles you up real close to them, gets to lay in all the nice soft warmth now.

ghost is so so tender when washing you off (when he doesn't want you covered in blood - sometimes he leaves it for hours, until it flakes off and you nearly scratch it away until you bleed). he's cooing to you while brushing a soft washcloth over you face, humming a little and saying things like you were such a good girl for us. such good bait, led our toys right to us, thank you so much, doll. look so good covered in their blood, wanna paint you with it sometime. that sound nice to you? no? ok, ok, deep breaths, honey, calm down. just relax for me, you're safe. gonna be real sweet to you now, you don't have to be scared anymore.

and they are sweet. place you on a mattress covered in the softest most plush blankets you've ever seen. they set a little stuffed animal in your arms, let you curl around it and hide your face in it. they know it makes you feel better, and they're nice enough to let you hide your face from them for now :( content themselves with pulling you right up into them (making you hold the stuffed animal when they kill people, look at you all smiley and say make sure he doesn't get dirty, baby, picks it up out of a pool of blood and tsks at you all disappointed, tell you to clean him and say gentle, like we are with you whey you get too rough)

actually can't stop thinking about this au it's like a curse

[slimejugular]

i watched more metal cardbot s and im not a big fan of the formulaic premise of enslaving bots over and over ............................ik its a very gimmicky show with toys in mind with all the mecha tech involved in action scenes, the cards, etc, yet i cant help but compare the protagonist's maturity to the maturity of Yuuta in BPJD (given how much similarity there is in a few of the character designs). And the difference is astounding. Yes Jun, it is a Good Idea to imprison Fleta Z after beating his ass for being against the metal card watch's control over bots. what is the message the show is trying to put out omg.

The original goal of Blue Cop and Jun was to capture bots acting out of control, though the meaning of it is inconsistent?? With Megatruck he was simply dancing and scaring humans in public without being outright aggressive, though it was enough to warrant for him to be captured. I don't know the name of the neon purple and green mech Jun's mother interacted with, however he's an even worser example of how the bots are treated? Of course, you would be concerned your mom is with a rogue bot, but to misinterpret her as being held hostage when he behaves complacently with her????? Bows to her???? Then kicking his ass anyway????? YOU'RE THE ONE WHO STARTED IT? ??????HE WASN'T ACTING OUT OF CONTROL?? Awful.

I will watch more just to see the bots interact and themselves only...it would be better if the idea of the metal card was that the bots willingly give themselves up to Jun rather than being stuck into the cards. So-called claiming the watch is for friendship. ok

[shinjisdone]

Extra: To Soften a Warrior’s Heart (Vinland Saga; Thorfinn; Alternative to Part 8 - When Thorkell Takes You Hostage)

Ok, so I've been *Sharp inhale* fixated on this scenario and just to let u know IT IS NOT CANON - to my headcanon of an canon series 💀 it's just a silly lil "what if" and a stand-alone on its own. Thorfinn and Askeladd have been dueling in my head.

Tag list: @luopenis , @jinsecho , @mitsureigen , @theknightssecrets

[TW: Thorkell and co taking you hostage, raging Thorfinn, MANY female-leaning to straight up female examples and therefore many icky moments from the men 💀, physical fighting, killing, physical harrassment, sexual harrassment, bodily harm, torture, insults, sexual comments, stealing, taunts and threats, physical restriction, Thorkell's band being cruel and just ew, mentions of women being sold off - the whole spiel, Askeladd is not the hostage this time]

Hoooooh okay

This whole shenanigan must have happened accidentaly - after all, Thorkell wanted to take Askeladd the leader and not...one of his kids.

Still, the giant does not grow disheartened. He realized quite quickly your bond with the son of Thors and he eagerly wanted to fight him. If your safety being endangered meant that Thorfinn would come racing down the hill to fight him, Thorkell will gladly throw you to the bloodied grasps of his men.

His band may be confused...they don't want anything to do with a kid. They're here for the prince and Askeladd - not for some wannabee viking.

Still, you certainly must have something valuable on you. As long as they don't kill you off, Thorkell wouldn't them stealing from you, right?

So, you can imagine that your person is throughuly examined, taking everything that could be of value. Weapons, belts, helmets, trinkets...

Though you may be let go - or killed - what is sure is that you will be left as poor as a beggar.

Unfortunately, this would also mean that one or two men - and then soon the entire band - will scream out that they got a woman among them. There's a possibility that they could only find out if they get close if you do not present yourself as female but unfortunely, no matter how well you hide yourself, through examinating your person, everyone would sure to find out.

So in a case like this, the band will not kill you (unless Thorkell commands so) because this is a win for them! They can kill Askeladd and the rest, take the prince and sell you off! Oh, this day has been blessed by the gods for sure!

And if not, they can still kill you off if you cause them too much trouble. Women are like fish in the ocean.

The scene is set - Thorkell waves his axe as he calls out to Thorfinn. Lookie what we got here! Not your boss but that friend of yours! Don't you want to help them?

You're being held down by your head, a knee on your back as a blade is dancing across your neck. The men taunt and threaten you, definitely causing a few bruises in just minutes. They go along with Thorkell's plan to see if this really might work or not!

They wave your precious possesions in front of your eyes before tucking them into their own pockets or throwing them into the snow.

And in the case of being female, they unfortunately will also touch you. Let out comments while hovering near in a way that makes you gag.

Thorfinn sees all this. He screams out before racing down the hill. His screams are first akin to mindless noises before he finds his words and spits out insults and threats at every single one present.

Dont they dare hurt you, touch you, be near you! It's the most pure, basic insults he throws their way. Nothing they haven't heard before.

Thorkell offers to duel for you. Yet only if he really, really fights him. Thorkell wants to truly fight against the Son of Thors - the child of the strongest man he has ever known.

If he refuses, Thorkell wouldn't mind a single thing his men might do to you.

"I'll kill you, I'll kill all of you!" Thorfinn interrupts the man before he can even finish his demands. His daggers out with his back hunched like a predator. His face is as dark as thunder.

He sees you in the grasp of a small group and yells out again before speeding towards where you were - only to be kicked back by Thorkell. Come now, you didn't even let him finish. He's being serious when he says he wants to see him fight!

The men laugh but the young lad doesn't care. He doesn't care about the 'honor' nor about Thorkell and his band. He only needs to get you out of there.

Thorfinn fights with the intent to kill. Like all of this isn't a duel of honor, like Thorkell isn't even an enemy but something beyond that. Something beyond deserving his hatred. He is focused and quick, each swing of his dagger going for every single vulnerable spot he can find. His eyes seem...not there. Darting and empty as he just has the giant in his sight.

He is covered in bruises, snow and blood but he does not relent.

The men surround the two and watch in awe and laughter. Betting and cussing, clapping along the way. The small group that holds you down watch as well but some might end up bored if they have to keep on watching you, hands on you to keep you low, knees in the cold snow...they can't even properly watch the duel! They have to stick their heads up to the sky to even see the flying blades above the heads of the others...How boring they have to play watchmen.

So some try to ease their boredom with you.

Some might take more of your possesions than they were told, some torture you, cutting ever so thinly into your flesh, while others want to just have a feel of your flesh. They taunt and laugh at your misery, their awful breath poisoning you as they mutter all kinds of ideas on what they could do with you.

However, there are two possibilities that could happen for Thorfinn to truly freak out and abandon the duel.

One of these things is when you are severly hurt. He'd have to hear you scream out and he'd whip his head into your direction. You could be stabbed, strangled or hurt in any other way. Thorfinn screams like a banshee, like an animal mother watching her children get hurt. He drops Thorkell here and there before running to the perpetrators and killing them on the spot. He jumps onto them, stabbing them several times to death before holding onto you. He is out of breath and needs to collect himself first before he can escape with you. But Thorkell will be sure to get in the way of that.

The other possibility is when you are harrassed. It gets him especially when it is done to you as a woman.

Any kind of action, any kind of comments make him roar like a beast and he also jumps on them to kill them.

Thorfinn doesn't care about the duel or Thorkell, no matter how many times he drags them back to the fight. He has to get you back, he has to.

The many men laugh and mock him. How could anyone be so foolish to fight against the Thorkell the Tall and risk their life for some kid? It's entertaining as well as embarassing.

Once Thorfinn wins however, he will shout to the sky in victory and rush towards you, scream at the others to let you go.

He hugs you tight, with his daggers still in hand and panting like a dog. Blood is all over him.

He would need a few minutes, the men distancing themselves in awe and fear as this...lad killed his way through to you. After calming down he asks as you are okay before getting the hell out of there.

[sunoorintarou]

Catharsis: Incandescent Grace

Phos!Reader x (Platonic) Gojo Satoru

Warnings: Child abuse, domestic abuse, toxic familial relationships, blood, gore, death, self blaming, depression, manipulation, suicidal ideation, the usual Catharsis warnings

Notes: Alexa play Beautiful Boy by John Lennon

It had happened so fast. A second ago, you were narrowly dodging a glass plate being launched at your head. Your father had had a bad day at work. A common occurrence.

To make things worse, he and your mother were in the middle of an argument. You had been tiptoeing across a rope suspended over a blazing fire. It was only natural it would snap from the heat.

Your fingers were trembling, heart racing as your father neared you, screaming about how this was your fault. Everything was your fault. But this time, he was taking it a bit far, grabbing a shard of the broken plate and nearing you.

You were scared. Terrified.

Why you?

The question rang in your head.

What did you do to deserve this?

Everything around you sounded muffled, as if you were underwater. Vision blurry with tears as your father only got closer. Muscles tensed as you braced yourself for the pain.

You didn't deserve this.

You didn't deserve any of this.

The pain, the hurt, the tears, the fear. Everything. It was all because of these people.

Your parents. The people that were supposed to protect you. To love you. Your mothers words rang in your head.

"We do this because we love you."

Was this... love? How would you define it? Was love the feeling of your father's belt against your skin? The feeling of your mother's nails digging into your arms? Was it the way they'd lock you away for days as punishment before pulling you out. Holding and telling you how much they loved you. How they only did it because they cared. Because they wanted the best for you.

If this was love, you didn't want it. You didn't want them.

You had seen children walking around with her parents. Smiling so brightly, giggling as their parents played with them, held them, cared for them, comforted them when they cried.

You used to sit in the park for hours. Watching them. Wondering if your parents would love you like that if you acted more like those children.

You remembered how hard you tried. The flowers, the letters, all ending up dead, in pieces, all over their floor. Your mother calling them useless, frail things. She didn't need them. She didn't need you. Neither did your father. They were being kind, taking care of you. Or so they claimed.

Everything they did. They said it was to make you stronger. But you were a child. You didn't need to become stronger. You needed to be safe.

You remembered watching a cartoon when you were younger.

You remembered seeing a child held hostage by the bad guys. You remembered how the child was saved by a hero, a man shrouded in light. And that gave you hope. Maybe someone could save you too.

A hero. A saviour. Someone big and strong. Someone who's very existence would let you know everything would be OK. That you'd be OK.

And so, as your father neared, you prayed. You remembered a blurry face, a teacher at your preschool. God always answered the prayers of good kids. Or so she claimed.

For once in your life, you prayed for a miracle. For someone, anyone, something, anything.

Your mind wandered back to the hero in that cartoon. An angel may be too much, but you hoped a hero wasn't. He didn't have to be big or strong. He just had to be able to help you. You didn't mind anything. Anyone. As long as someone saved you from this.

What you hadn't realised was that your prayer would be answered in the worst way.

In a split second, everything changed.

Suddenly, there was blood on your face, and you were met with your father's head rolling across the floor, landing at your feet.

There it was. The monster under your bed. The one your parents refused to believe existed. The one that had caused their fight and would now seemingly cause their demise.

You had never seen it whole before. Used to the murky, spiderlike arms, clawed fingers, and sets of red eyes. But this, this beast, this demon, whatever it was, could only be described as your worst nightmare come true.

You were frozen in time. Sick to your stomach, but numb. Feeling everything and nothing at the same time.

You could only watch as your mother tried to fight off the monster, her screams deafening, eyes wide in terror.

It was then that something clicked. The monster under your bed had 4 eyes. But this one had 2. So where were the other 2?

Your heart dropped, watching as a large clawed hand ripped through your mother's torso. There they were. The second set of eyes. There were two monsters.

You could only watch as the monsters began to devour your parents' bodies, blood soaking your carpet, seeping across the wooden floors until it reached you. You then realised that this was it. You would die right here right now. This was where it would all end. This was the deliverance you had hoped for so many times.

You didn't fight when one of the monsters came to you, fingers brushing your arms, your back against the wall. All you could do was pray it wouldn't be too painful.

As its claws dug into your legs, you were reminded of your father. When you were still young. When he used to read your bedtime stories and hold you and sing to you. Perhaps that was also a form of love?

You wondered what had changed. Was it you? Was it him? Was it simply chance? Bad luck? Just what had happened?

You couldn't fight the tears. Mourning not only the life you lived but the life you'd now lose. How pathetic were you? Despite everything, you still didn't want to die.

You wanted to live.

It was then that an unfamiliar feeling overwhelmed your body, a faint feeling of warmth enveloping you, a faint teal glow. It surrounded your hand that had lied on the beast's head, pushing it away futilely.

With a great scream, your ears ringing in pain at the noise, where the beast once was, laid a large chunk of Phosphophyllite.

Your heart stopped. Were your eyes deceiving you? Was this some sort of entrance right to the afterlife?

The other beast seemed as startled as you, moving away in what you assumed to be fear. You reached out, hand lying on the chunk of stone. Had you done this? Was this you? Just what was this?

Suddenly, the gem glowed and your were filled with a cold so great, almost freezing and a pain so sharp, you couldn't breathe.

You screamed, blooding pouring from your lips, your nostrils, your ears, your eyes, writhing in agony on the floor.

You felt like a thousand knives were dissecting every nerve in your body. A chill so cold it burned overtaking you.

Please please please. Someone, anyone, help me. It hurts, it hurts so bad. Please make it go away. Please please please.

You were barely conscious, eyes half closed as you tried to fight the pain away.

Suddenly, you were enveloped by a white glow. Something seemingly defeating the other monster.

You felt a pair of hands scoop you up, large, strong, warm. So warm. So bright.

A voice. Soft, low, kind. Tears began to fall from your eyes.

"You'll be OK. Just focus on breathing."

You blinked rapidly, attempting to focus on it. You took deep breaths, the warmth of whoever was holding you slowly making the pain go away.

You inhaled deeply, the pain dulling to a sting under your skin. You felt warm, so warm. The kind of warmth you hadn't felt in years.

Your vision began to clear momentarily, and you were met with your hero. Your saviour.

Blue eyes, beautiful, sparkling, like the sky. When was the last time you had seen the sky?

White hair, bright and clean, like pure snow. When was the last time you had been outside?

Strong hands, gentle hands, cradling you against a hard chest, voice ridden with concern and comfort.

An angel. This had to be an angel. This man, whoever he was, had to be the deliverance you had been praying so hard for.

You fought to keep your eyes open, blinking up at the man as you began to sob.

"It's all over. You're safe now. Don't worry. It's OK, you're OK."

Something in you couldn't help but believe this stranger's words as they echoed in your head. You felt that as long as you were with him, everything would be OK. You'd be OK.

On that fateful fight when you thought you'd lost everything, you had found something you had long stopped searching for.

Salvation.

That unknown man was a symbol of peace, of safety, your second chance sent by a deity. A dove landing on the ark you had been stranded on.

As your vision faded, fatigue overcoming your being, something in you knew, as long as you had him, you'd be fine.

After all, he was your saviour. And unbeknownst to you, that night as he carried you to safety, he had sworn to never let anything like that happen to you ever again.

You were a child after all, and he vowed to keep you safe.

[ace325]

Hey I saw request are open. I was wondering if i could have what it’s like being friends with Sigma (if you write for him), dazai, and chuuya (separately please) idc if it’s headcanons or s scenario whatever is easiest for you to write. Thank you 💕

Besties!

Summary : Being best friends with bsd men :D

A/N: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, IVE BEEN BUSY AND HAVEN'T BEEN WRITING MUCH LATELY! BUT YOU ASKED AND I W I L L DELIVER!!

Sigma-

○ Being Sigma's best friend would be amazing. He owns a sky casino for fucks sake, it comes with it's perks.

○ You cannot tell me that one of this mans love languages is gift giving (he just seems like that kinda guy ok?)

○ Would totally go on spa days with you if he has a day off

○He has all of the best hair and skincare tips, after you got close to him he let you in on all of his secrets!!

○ Has definitely rigged to casino games once or twice if you were having a bad day

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Dazai-

○ Ok first of all, why would you do this? Are you ok? Are you being held hostage against your will?/j

○ All jokes aside, he would be a pretty great best friend

○ You two hang out in the weirdest places, and it constantly gets on Kunikida's nerves because he's always losing track of you.

○ Speaking of Kunikida, he calls the both of you partners in crime, (depending if you knew him during his dark era, this could be actually true) Always doing the most you can to annoy Kunikida together.

○ You both have the dumbest conversations, like sometimes people wonder how he was the demon prodigy when he's with you.

○ Constantly have to stop his ass from jumping in a river or off a building. Both you and Yosano, make sure to keep an eye on her office.

○ Would definitely have karaoke nights with you, (bonus, if you're legal drinking age, he would do drunken karaoke with you at bars)

"Come on, it'll be fun!" Dazai said, holding up a flyer for a bar. It was a karaoke bar that had allowed any drunken person to grab the mic and make everyone listen to their terrible singing.

Thinking for a moment, you ponder if it would be a good idea to go or not. Fuck it. "Fine, let's go", you sigh, letting a slight smile rest on your lips. Dazai's face beams, grinning from ear to ear. Hastily he grabs your hand, already dragging you halfway out the door, yelling on the way out, "KUNIKIDA, WE'RE LEAVING FOR THE DAY!"

All you hear is an angry Kunikida, screaming words you can't quite make out. Well, you're in for it tomorrow. Both of you.

(I'll do a Chuuya later, I just had this still sitting in my asks box and remembered it)

[blank-slate-jay]

In Need

Joel Miller x Male!Reader Word Count: 2.6k

Tags:Angst,Violence(Blood),Comfort, Soft!Joel

Request: "Long story not so short reader's the one to encounter David, he gives Joel the medicine, reader is the one who kills David. Joel and Ellie find him, Joel seeing that he went outside alone, he killed someone for the first time and basically put himself at risk just to take care of Ellie and to prove Joel that he isn't cargo and obviously Joel fucking breaks because the guy he's in love with did all this shit to keep safe the two people he cared for the most and didn't give his life any value even before that. Reader was always behind to warn them if something was gonna attack, or to defendem with his body first and Joel didn't notice until that moment."

A/N: This prompt has a lot of angst and I love it! Has some slow build up so I really hope this is what you wanted anonymous, Enjoy!

“Where, WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!” Joel screamed. His growl was enough to shake the wooden walls and it definitely rattled Ellie, who had her gun pointed at their second hostage tied up against the table.

Joel was furious, with his injury, with the lack of information, and most importantly, your absence. Ellie had told him everything about the raiders, how they came to kill him, how you acted as bait to lure the ruffians away from the town. Ultimately you failed and were captured. He didn’t need to know all the details, just hearing Ellie recite this to him was enough to get him off his deathbed, away from the cold mattress.

The man Joel had in his grasp, screamed out as the knife drove deeper into the man’s knee. “I don’t know…” he cried in anguish. Joel didn’t give a damn, whipping the man’s head back to get him to focus on his words. “Where. Is. He?”Joel's voice is much lower but just as menacing as before.

“They…” the raider muffled, “..there…there’s a town.”

“What TOWN?!”

His screams were enough to cause the second man on the floor to shift, Ellie positions her gun in line with the man’s head. “Leave him alone man, I can tell you where it is. It’s-”

Joel yelled again, “Shut up,” pulling the knife out from the man’s knee. Just on the small table next to him was a map, he grabs it while shoving the knife’s handle into the man’s mouth. “Point to where it is. It better fuckin’ match up with your buddy.”

The man sobs through the handle, with the map being held to his face. He did as told, drawing a line across the crinkled paper. He spits the knife out into his own lap, “There…ok? It should be there, fucking psycho”. Joel looks at the location, Silver Lake. “I wouldn’t hold my breath,” Joel's eyes look back at the raider, “David’s probably chopped him up by now,” he laughs.

Joel gritted his teeth, eyes as dark as the night. In one swoop motion he grapples the blade and shoves it against him, receiving a cry from his buddy off to the side. “Noo.”

The other hostage tried moving, as if he could somehow save his dying companion. Ellie of course was on it, “Move again, and I’ll shoot you.”

He tried pleading with them, in a state of hysteria, knowing he might have the same demise. Ellie had her gun, her aim shaky, scared to kill again but ready if it meant less obstacles later.

Joel though didn’t want her doing the dirty work, he was up and by her side, lightly pushing her hand down to lower her aim. “Get the horse ready”, he said with a small hint of guilt in his voice. Joel had insisted she stay hidden in the basement while he interrogated them, instead, she wanted to help. The older man didn’t have it in him to argue with her, between his grogginess and his wounded stomach, it wouldn’t have done him any good. 

This time she did as told, lowering her weapon and walking out of the room. 

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Joel’s gaze turns to the man, tightening his fingers. 

“We should’ve blasted you motherfuckers when we had the chance!”

“Maybe you should have,” he says, bringing his knife down onto the man’s skull. 

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The Silver Lake town was in shambles, people were yelling, people were running for their lives, and some were even fighting each other. Chaos ensued outside from your hiding place. Word got out on what was in their last meal, human remains. The people freaked out and began fighting, guns blazing.

You were sat up behind a counter, a pool of red just inches from you. Trembling at the sight, you tried collecting yourself. It was the first time you killed somebody, someone you couldn’t spare for once. You were moments away from being turned into a dish, what were you supposed to do? The thought made you nearly gag, you didn’t know how Joel didn’t feel the same way after he did the same. Perhaps he did and was just numb to it all. 

It didn’t matter though how you felt, you lived, you survived. You’d get to breathe freely even if it was for another moment. There wasn’t much time to celebrate, as nothing was in the world, because another set of footsteps entered into the massive dining hall. The quickness and sudden entrance made you jerk.

You listen carefully, as the person trailed around the room.

He said your name and you recognized that voice. Fucking David. Shit. He was the last person you wanted to encounter, especially in your hazed state. To some degree your fizzled mind was more alert than ever. After all, you trusted him. He gave you medicine, let you and your friends live; he must’ve had a change of heart. Or his plan to raid your rundown base, kidnap one of you even, was his intention all along. 

He called out for you again, sending a chill up your spine, “I know you’re in here. Why don’t you come on out, we can just work this out. Like ole pals”.

His voice, so condescending he might as well just say he wanted you dead. His voice was far, not enough to calm your nerves. Peering around the counter, through all the chairs and tables, you can make out the movement of a gray door. It swung, with a faint bit of light shining from behind. That was your way out, it had to be. The front door wasn’t an option as that would expose you to David and the mayhem happening just outside. There was probably a window, or even better another door just beyond the one you saw ahead. You needed to leave.

“If you take me to your friends, I’ll let you off scout free. We can forget about this whole mess, start over.”

Yeah right? Like you’d put your faith in him again. After he captured you and put you in a cage, after he ordered his man to cut you up like an animal; like hell you’d trust him.

Hearing David’s steps, slowly trailing around made you move, making sure you were as quick as can be. You kept your distance behind pillars, seats, and small walls; constantly keeping track of him through sound and small glimpses from your hiding spot.

You were now close, hiding behind a a seated booth that hid you from David’s sight and had the backdoor completely in full view. Anyone coming through the door would see you. It was tempting just to run for it. Doing so would alert him, causing you more trouble than you could’ve ask for.

A distraction is what you needed, something to keep him busy for a time. But would do that? A molotov might do the trick, the idea came about while you looked over at the bottle on a nearby table. If only you had a rag and a lighter.

Your knife would have to do, as you prepare yourself for a sneak attack.

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Joel and Ellie made it, Silver Lake. The place was in shambles, they were caught off by the shouting, the combustion; initially thinking they'd have to sneak their way through a heavily guarded town.

Joel couldn't tell if he'd prefer what he was expecting, or the situation they were in now. There wasn’t time to waste, thinking too hard would just prolong your rescue.

The two kept behind a brick wall, watching and waiting for an opening. Joel’s plan was to search all the buildings that likely had a kitchen or butcher room. They’d have to wait until the gunshots came to a steady, not wanting to get caught in any cross fire.

One last shot rang out, before all that was left was the sounds of the howling winds. It lasted long, and the two gazed at each other before Joel decided to peek around the corner. Only three men remained, at least from what he could see. He could easily take them all with just a few bullets, but his aching stomach would prove to make that difficult.

“Jesus, can’t believe they’d turn on us.”

“Yeah, where the fuck did David go?"

Was there a dispute? Did you cause this? Who cared, not Joel. He just wanted to know if you were alive and well, afraid the ladder was high unlikely and wishful thinking.

Fuck it. He pulls his rifle up, groaning as he lined up his aim. Ellie got herself prepared too, locking eyes with Joel and communicating they’re next action through gaze alone. One of the men were facing away from them, he takes aim before pulling, taking one guy out.

It startles the other two, leaving them confused. It gave Joel time to reload behind cover before coming back out and down went the raider. None of them could hide besides one, who ducked behind the opposite side of the building the two were already hiding behind.

He had his rifle aimed just at the edges of the brick wall, ready to tap the raider the moment he peaked over. Ellie had herself up against Joel, somewhat curious if the coast was clear. His sharp, focused eyes said otherwise.

Just as half of the raider's face came into view, Joel was quick to dispose of the last man with a piercing shot to the face. Falling to the ground, the coast looked to be finally clear. The silence almost seemed threatening, like a trap was awaiting them if they stepped out from their hiding spot. Nothing of course convinced Joel of this other than his own worry. 

“Stay close to me”, Joel instructs Ellie. She nods, taking small steps behind Joel to keep her pace steady for the injured man.

They didn’t have a certain route, just trailing the walls and looking into the windows of buildings as they passed by each one; alleyways included. Joel sporadically looked around, trying to locate you while keeping a lookout for any other threats. Ellie did the same, but kept her eyes out for you. 

Joel, so caught up in the moment, hadn’t realized Ellie’s light steps growing distant by the second.

He turned to her, eyes widening at her recklessness, “Ellie”! She wasn’t listening,her eyes were squinted, investigating the figure just beyond the alleyway. She could have swore she recognized who it was, until she got closer. She gasped. 

Joel calls her name again, this time she listen. 

“Joel,” she waves her hand over, “It’s y/n”. She ran into the alley leaving Joel to limp his way over to the other side of the street. She could’ve at least helped him, after hearing that you were alive, the man wanted to run but couldn’t. 

He crosses the street, and is parallel with the valley and spots you at the other side, knees deep into the snow; draped in stains of red.

Ellie had already cross the distance in a sprint. She grabs your arms, startling you from your paralyzed state. Looking up from the snow, you were shocked to see Ellie, she was here. How? You had told her to stay and watch out for Joel, now she was here?

You had some questions but decided to hold them off, just wanting to be reminded what a caring embrace felt like. You reach your hand up and Ellie comes down to you with a hug. You could feel your tears welling up, wanting to forget the hell you just experienced.

Hearing a set of steps hit the snow, you snap your gaze to the side. Some of your questions were answered on sight just seeing Joel struggling as he limped over to you. Your tears finally started pouring down your face. "Joel, I fucking did it. I killed someone," your voice quivered.

You're words barely graced the man's ears. He just was happy you were still here, functioning normally too. He drops down to you, cupping your face and making you keep eye contact with him.

When you tried speaking again, it came out disjointed. It was a blend between an explanation and an apology. Yet Joel knew what you meant by the few words that escaped your shaky lips.

The way he treated you up to this point, your dispute weeks ago, the one that shut you down completely; when Joel yelled at you for not defending yourself. He did it out of fear, you nearly got kidnapped for god knows what reason. By then he was fed up with your passiveness, practically calling you useless and nothing more than dead weight.

He very quickly regretted this over the next few days, the lack of any soul in your voice was aching to hear. Ellie was feeling the effects of this too, trying to make small talk with you, but you never had much to say. The raising pain he felt made him feel guilty, believing his actions didn't justify his emotions. You likely we're in greater pain than he was.

Joel ran his fingers across your cheek, wiping away the drops leaving your eyes. You look down, "I'm sorry I...I tried protecting Ellie, and you..."

Hearing your voice was just furthering the wounds in the older man's heart. He shook, his head reminded of his wrongdoings. "No no no..." he pulls your face back up, "Sweetheart, we wouldn't be here if it weren't for you," Joel tried hiding the cracks in his voice. "You saved me, you watched over Ellie, I can't thank you enough. And..." he paused, his guilt coming back into the forefront. "''m sorry, for everythin'. I shouldn't have said any of it, I'd go back and change it in a heartbeat."

His words were touching, as if you didn't have enough to keep your tears flowing. You close your eyes in an attempt to hide yourself, to save the two people you cared about much the trouble of witnessing you break down. A combination of everything you'd suffer through just came crashing down onto you. The embarrassment of appearing weak in front of Joel, wasn't enough to stop your cries.

This time, he wouldn't push you away, not like last time. He pulled you in, his forehead pressing up against yours. He just kept repeating his remorsefulness, each time his voice grew softer until it was a whisper like the wind.

Ellie was also providing you extra security with her head leaning into the back of your shoulder. She would thank you later, with her own words, but she thought it was appropriate to comfort you now. Without you, she'd have no idea how to mend Joel or even handle David. It scared her thinking about doing everything you've done all alone.

You spent some time regaining your composure in Joel's warm palms, reaching up to place yours over his, you didn't realize how numb it had gotten from the freezing cold. You grip them tightly, clearing away the sorrow with a sniff.

"We need to go, okay?"

You took a second but eventually nodded.

Joel nods too in approval, he grips your hands in his own, and stands slowly, pulling you up along with him. Ellie lifts herself on her own accord, giving you some breathing room to physically reconcile with Joel. Seeing him wrap his arm around your back, his chin stuck to the side of your forehead, gave her hope that things going forward between you two would get better.

She informs you, "The horse isn't far," grabbing ahold of you before leading you forward.

Being that close to you, glued to your side, he wish he could tell you how much you meant to him. With the nightmare you just experienced, dropping something heavy like that would have to wait, you’d been through more than enough.

For once he was just happy, to finally make up with the man he loved, dearly.

[thebeanyboi]

Part 2 of the lil story :)

(once again, not very accurate nor well proofread but I gave it a go)

We’d only been flying for twenty minutes but I’d somehow drifted off back to my past and going back there wasn’t the best thing for me right know because I knew the upcoming emotional pressure would take a lot to hold against.

I decided not to make the caller on the other end of the line wait any longer as I plucked up the headphones and adjusted the mouthpiece. A part of me was relieved when I heard Laswell’s voice for the second time that night, she was brilliant at having a no nonsense conversation and will only ask about personal matters if you bring it up.

“Y/N, can you hear me ok?” She asks, tone a bit more put together than earlier (thought it might just be the sound of the chopper drowning out the stress.)

She knew better than to use the proper comms system for me, because all the different words just didn’t make any sense to a civilian.

“I can hear you, loud and clear” I reply, sitting back a little more comfortable in the seat as I pull out my notepad and open a fresh page and take a pen from one of the many pockets.

“Ok, I’ve received more intel about his current situation and state. Are you happy to note?”

“All good to go” I reply, placing pen to paper as she starts talking.

After receiving a long and lengthy list, I manage to have the pain points I need:

received shot to head ( 9x18mm PM with velocity of 315 m/s)

Arm twisted (possible shoulder dislocation)

Other injuries such as various bruises

They’ve stuffed the bullet wound and his body is being covered in ice to freeze and hopefully preserve

Laswell hung up shortly after giving all the intel I needed to know, as well as some information on the state of my machine (which was being repaired after it had got purposely destroyed when taken back from the Russians)

When the comms system beeped silent and I’d pulled the headphones off, I found that my mind started to wonder once again thanks to the white noise humming chopper and whooshing air.

I knew that I had at least an hour and a half left, so I decided to take the time to pull out my old notes for my machine. The front page was blank, the same way I’d left it, but there were creases from where I’d stuffed it in my bag several times in the last but also a specific line where I’d been holding it so hard once we’d put my father in there. Each line was almost like a scar, with its own story of how it got there.

Actually opening the pages brought be back, the document was originally written on a document and printed out but eventually I’d filled it up so much with notes that I had to stick sticky notes all over the pages.

Most of the notes included information on how the machine was made and how to actually use it (every small adjustment was added in a scribbled pen mark), that was a main chunk of the document. The rest was notes from the levels and readings I took throughout the experiment as well as my father’s condition afterwards and his body’s reaction to the changes.

Like every good report, there was a conclusion at the end. Usually these are at least two if not more paragraphs of what you’d do differently next time and your findings and that’s exactly what I had. Most of the page was empty of notes or even small doodles I made while reading through but, right at the very bottom were some words I don’t remember writing, done in a black sharpie:

‘NEVER do this again.’

I knew I used to be sour about the whole thing (especially the days after my father regained consciousness) but I couldn’t remember it ever getting that bad. It makes me wonder if I wrote that while I was being held hostage in Russia, that was a hard time for me and it made me absolutely loathe my younger self for caring so much about brining my late mother back to life.

Instead of spending the rest of the ride dwelling on my personal view of the whole thing, I decided to start noting everything I’d need to do once we landed in Luxembourg, from getting the machine warmed up and working to assisting the medical procedures on Soap.

We’d been flying over land for a while and once I finally looked up from the paper now covered in writing from my millions of thoughts, I saw the beautiful land of Belgium (as we weren’t quite in Luxembourg yet.)

I spent the last twenty minutes of the ride just looking out the window and enjoying the serenity of the landscapes below.

In my mind, Luxembourg was a fairytale country with rolling hills and lots of bright green trees and it appears I was just right. The sun was just peaking over the horizon too, and it created a brilliant orange and blue ombré in the sky that looked very much like a fabulous painting.

I doubt the next few weeks or even months I’ll have much time for myself to explore so taking as much of it in now as I could seemed like a good choice.

After what felt like the longest and strangest two hours of my life, we began to descend.

It was quite obvious we were landing at a military base thanks to the tell-tail signs of various uniformed soldiers marching around and the green patrol tents set out in lines for storage and use.

Before the skid landing gear had touched the ground, a group of professional looking people had gathered just left to the landing pad and watched as we touched down with papers and clipboard in their hands.

I swiftly checked the seats around me one last time before unbuckling myself and sliding open the door to get off and approached the nearby waiters.

“Y/N?” One of them asked in a thick French accent, brow raised.

Once I nodded my head they quickly ushered me down several halls, briefly explaining where important things are like the the mess hall and where I could go to get a tea or coffee (not that I’d have any time). Once we got to the end of the corridor we went down some steps and into a dark and well locked basement looking area.

It wasn’t particularly dark and dingy but it certainly had that feel to it before they turned on the main lights. There was no natural light coming in from windows (obviously) but there were several doors with laminated signs on them.

The first on the left said “temporary medical room” which is where I assume treatment would happen before we could actually put him in. The next to the left had some words I didn’t understand but it looked like a room full of cabinets. The next one down (which had multiple locks and security features including a guard outside) wasn’t labelled but I had a good guess to what it was.

It took them a good few moments to open the door and as soon as I got a glimpse at my old machine my head spun a little.

Thankfully, the several people (who I’d gathered were some sort of SF officers and officials from the way others saluted and also the badges on their upper arms) had just received some intel on how far the chopper was with the 141 and that they’d be here in minutes.

I was left alone for the first time once they left a brief set of rules for me to glance over and I took the time to check down the machine before my “patient” came in.

[nerdyqueerandjewish]

It’s so disturbing to see people believe the “hamas is super nice to their hostages actually”

And also if it was true … being kidnapped and held against your will is still traumatic no matter how “nice” someone is about it

Also it makes me just very wary of people believing survivors of abuse and assault because 1) these comments always involve women 2) the stuff people point to is like “look at this video! Look at this picture! Nothing bad is happening!” Like ok glad you never saw pictures of me and my abuser I guess because you’d decide that it must have been fine

[silkkorchid]

Ok I’m done with the story how (Ikesen!)Amaryllis met Hideyoshi and the Oda forces

WHERE TF DID THIS CREATIVE OUTBURST APPEAR FROM!?

Encounter

Mention of blood, violence, and some other stuff that I may missed

Enjoy my horrible writing

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“Why? Why did I do that?” Sobs coming from a girl with white hair and green eyes.

“I- I didn’t mean to kill her… why? Why did I do that?!” The sobs continues till a rustling within the forest disrupts her misery.

“Who goes there.” The girl quickly becomes defensive when a group of ronins appears.

“Seems like we found someone that we can make a quick buck.” One of the ronins spoke.

With the rest of the Ronins quickly surrounded her, leaving no opening.

“Leave me alone, I do not wish to hurt any of you!” Her pleads went ignored as they slowly come closer.

“Sorry beauty, but your appearance can fetch a high price that can change our living,” showing little to no remorse for what he is about to do.

“So, you plan to sell me. How disgusting…” anger slowly rises from her once sorrow voice as the ronins quickly approach her.

“AGH! UGH!”

The once group of Ronins who tried to make a quick buck of selling her off, now stands before her beaten up. With her fist a bit bloody from punching them.

“There is no point of me standing here any longer.” As she leaves the scene, with the ronins nothing more but to suffer from their injuries.

Cleaning off the blood on her fist, she finds a village after leaving the forest. Unsure what to do next, she decided to step foot into the village. Being welcome with hospitality from the villagers and the village chief, she decided to be an Apothecary for the time being. Staying in the village, she taught some of the children that were intrigued by her work about medicine. She thought she had a place to stay but, the village she stayed at soon became one of many victims of the fight between Kennyo and Nobunaga.

“GET OUT OF HERE!” Screaming at the children to run from the flame of war.

Screams of terror and anguish filled the skies of the once peaceful village, now a battlefield between the two sides.

“Please! Let them go!” Anguish in her voice as she is now face to face with those holding her young students hostage.

“What are you going to do? Beg? Pleading for their lives? If anything they can be used as a tool for war!” One of the men point his blade at the children.

Those words about them being a tool for war broke something within her. A knife soon came close to hitting one of the kidnappers face. As the knife impacted to the tree where the children were held at.

“Use that knife and protect each other, now go!” She screamed at the children who followed her words.

“Ugh! Curse you! You will pay for this!” One of the kidnappers angered at loosing their tool.

Even when the kidnappers drew their weapon and came at her. She stood still before throwing them to a tree.

“You will not hurt anybody while I’m still here. You are nothing more than a tool that can be easily disposed of,” with the girl now present with ears and tails, almost resembling a kitsune.

“!”

“W-what are you…?” Fear presented in their voice.

“I am one who will bring misery and death to those that hurt my love ones.” Before killing them in a painful way as their screams filling in the air.

Standing in front of the corpses of the former kidnappers, the expression on her face makes her look like not human. Before leaving the scene with the body to be bathe in the dark.

“Is that-“

“I- I can’t believe that it is a body…”

“Lord Hideyoshi! We have discovered a corpse that we-“

Soldiers from the Oda forces after emerging victorious from the battle against Kennyo’s forces soon became sick to their stomach after discovering the corpses that is almost impossible to recognize.

“Calm down. Whoever did this must have done so must had felt their life depended on it.” Hideyoshi reassures the army before leaving the forest with the men who were sick to their stomach seeing such gruesome scene.

A white fox with green eyes observes the marching army to a camp on an open field. Wary of their intentions, watches them from a far with eyes full of distrust. Hideyoshi feels the gaze of something watching him from a far, making him alert to any sudden change in the air.

Two years passed after the Siege of Mount Hiei happened. The white hair girl with green eyes soon went under the name, Amaryllis, who now stays in a nearby village in Oda territory. Amaryllis knows who she is, someone who shouldn’t be here or even be born, yet somehow here and alive. The tranquility of the village reminds her of the time when she lived with the woman who took her under her wing, only to be killed by her. Before a voice snapped her out from her head, “Big Sister Amaryllis! Will you teach me how to make medicine?”

Seeing the child she took under her wing smiled at her she replied, “Of course, let us begin our lesson.”

At the other side, reports came from the village that someone name Amaryllis had been spotted where the latest corpse was discovered. Leaving Hideyoshi to investigate this possible threat to Nobunaga. As he stands before the village to visit this person called, Amaryllis.

“Lord Hideyoshi! Welcome to our village!” The chief came out to welcome Hideyoshi personally with a few other people behind him.

“Thank you all for the kind welcoming, but I would like to know where this person Amaryllis at.” Hideyoshi replied before asking this person whereabouts.

“Are you asking about Big Sister Amaryllis? I can show you where she is!” A child came out and grabbed one of Hideyoshi’s hands to show him where Amaryllis is at.

“You are doing wonderful making the medicine!” Amaryllis commented on her student’s work.

“It is because I have a wonderful teacher and sister who taught me step by step!” The child replied.

“Big Sister Amaryllis! Someone would like to meet you!” A voice came from outside.

“Go, we can continue on the lesson tomorrow. Come in.” Amaryllis said to the child next to her before allowing her visitor in.

“Lord Hideyoshi!” Pure shock resonate in her voice after seeing who her visitor is.

“Hello Amaryllis, I would like to ask you something privately.” Hideyoshi going straight to business.

Knowing that the killing she done to the people who posed a threat to her love ones is about to come to light. She urge the children to leave the place to have the truth between the two of them, which the children complies.

“You are behind the killings aren’t you?” Hideyoshi said after the children left.

“…”

“Are you?” Hideyoshi asked once more.

“…yes. I’m the one who killed them as I didn’t want to have my love ones taken away from me, again…” Amaryllis confess her crimes knowing her life will be taken away.

“Well, you did made it easier-“

“Lord Hideyoshi. Kill me.” Amaryllis interrupted Hideyoshi, asking to be killed.

Shocked from the revelation of someone wanting to die, leaving him speechless.

“Don’t you have any family members alive?” Hideyoshi asks Amaryllis.

“No. I don’t, I was left out in the forest to survive. I don’t even have anybody else who probably cares about me! The person that took cared of me was someone I called my mentor yet I killed her! These hands of mind are stained with blood, from someone who shouldn’t exist nor be alive” Amaryllis broke down, saying everything that has been consuming her for all these years up till now.

Hideyoshi who stayed quiet slowly saw a part of himself in her, someone he used to be before meeting his lord, Nobunaga. After Amaryllis let everything out what he said shocked her, “You are still a child who forced to survive this chaotic time, it is reasonable why you feel like that. Yet you still feel emphatic to those around you. I won’t kill you nor imprison you, I will give you an opportunity. You can be my child or continue this life of your.”

“W-why… why are letting a murder go?” Amaryllis asked.

“You are a child who grew up too fast to survive this world. My offer still stands” Hideyoshi replied.

“I- I accept your offer, Hideyoshi.” Amaryllis gave her answer to her now adoptive father.

At Azuchi Castle

“My, I never expect you to adopt a child Hideyoshi.”

“Great. Another one to deal with.”

The Warlords came to see Hideyoshi after hearing that he has adopted a child. Amaryllis who is somehow the center of attention stood there with no movement while Hideyoshi introduces her to them.

“So you must be Amaryllis.” Nobunaga commanding voice resonate the room they were in.

“Y-yes My Lord, I am indeed Amaryllis.” Giving her response to Nobunaga who stood before her while bowing down.

“What do you do?”

“I do medicine My Lord. While also teaching some of the children in my village about it.”

“I see. Hideyoshi, seems like this child of yours is an excellent on medicine. In which I see no objection about this choice of yours. But you will serve the Oda Forces as one of the healers.” Nobunaga said with his signature smile that can spark fear in anyone.

After a few months after living in Azuchi, now being part of the Toyotomi Clan. She assist to make medicine and salves along side Ieyasu as they are both knowledgeable on medicine, but her techniques are very much different than other healers who watches her do her work with interest as she is the youngest healer in the Oda forces. She didn’t stop being high alert of others, which Mitsuhide tests her awareness quite often. Masamune sometimes helps her discover enjoyment in eating delicious food that she hasn’t seen until now. Mitsunari teaches her strategy and the different types of soilders in battle. Ranmaru sometimes come and visit her from time to time which both talk about how much they enjoy being here but their feelings about life. Hideyoshi still continues to watch over her as he knows that she is still opening up to them. Nobunaga sometimes ask her about foreign affairs due to her knowledge about the outside world. But all of the Warlords know that she is intelligent and knowledgeable about certain topics that she can’t be a commoner, leaving that she must had been from a noble clan that fell in battle.

“Yes Mitsuhide?” Amaryllis said.

“Your knowledge can be useful yet your movement is quite fast for a commoner.” Mitsuhide giving some pressure onto her due to her strange behavior.

Amaryllis looking away from Mitsuhide’s gaze feeling like she has been caught. “Unless you know how to be swift but also quiet, being a ninja isn’t it?” Mitsuhide pressuring her.

“I’m not a ninja I just happen to something I’m used to.” Now looking back to Mitsuhide’s eyes after looking away.

“You have the traits of being a ninja, just lacking the skill to wield a sword.”

“What now…?”

Memories of the gruesome death of her mentor came rushing to her with her own hands holding a bloody sword after piercing her mentor’s chest.

“I- I am sorry Mitsuhide, but I cannot wield a sword after something…” Amaryllis whispered.

“It’s a pity, but my offer still stands little fox.” Mitsuhide now walking away from her.

Pondering about the offer that Mitsuhide gave to her before her thoughts about it was snatch away from her by Hideyoshi’s voice.

“What are you thinking?”

“Nothing.”

“You should know full well that I know that face of yours is thinking.”

“It is just well, Mitsuhide gave me offer about my quirks of being fast and all.”

“He did what now.”

“It is just an offer but I might go and tell him that I accept his offer to teach me how to wield a sword-“

“Absolutely not!”

Jumping from Hideyoshi raise in voice only to see his face saying to not think about the kitsune offer. Despite the pain from that day, she feels a sense to move on from it instead of running away from it.

“Dad, it is my decision to say no or yes! I understand you care about me but please understand that this is what I want to do!” Amaryllis explains to Hideyoshi that she is accepting Mitsuhide’s offer no matter what.

Seeing her determined face, he reluctantly accepts her decision with a few words he will say to a certain kitsune. The first day of training was a wake up call to her as Mitsuhide made sure he didn’t went easy on her. The days went by with training with the wooden sword till she was able to disarm Mitsuhide’s wooden sword. Giving her a pat on the head.

“That speed and stealth of yours might be more useful outside the battlefield than being on the frontlines.” Mitsuhide gave his answer after observing his student’s actions.

“What? Wait are you suggesting that I should be a-“

“Yes a ninja, or moreover a spy to be precise.” Mitsuhide finished her sentence.

Still in a state of shock from Mitsuhide suggestion, she hugged Mitsuhide who she now saw as another parent-figure like Hideyoshi. Embarking one of her many missions, she meet Sasuke, who is unknowingly one of Kenshin’s ninjas. Both of them became quick friends with one another not knowing they were enemies. After she finish gathering information about Echigo, she tells Sasuke if they meet again, invite that important girl that he spoke about.

“That is all I gather about Echigo my lords.” Amaryllis reported to the Warlords in the Audience Chambers.

“I see, they are still prospering despite the Dragon of Echigo fell.” Mitsuhide commented on the report.

“Man, a battle with Kenshin went away” Masamune clearly bumped out from missing a battle against Kenshin.

“Anything out of the ordinary you have seen, Amaryllis?” Hideyoshi asked.

“None at all. I didn’t see anything unordinary other than the towns people.” Amaryllis replied.

“You are dismissed.” Nobunaga ordered.

Amaryllis leaving the Audience Chamber soon went to a room to make medicine for any upcoming battle. But that will be all for how she met Hideyoshi and the rest of the Oda Forces.

[mactavishwritings]

Ok imagine the 141 boys find out that price has a child!reader like a 5 year old and they call price in panic that someone broke in the house and they shot mommy, but the next thing price and the boys hear are the childs screams and a guy saying "we got the kid".

Price going dad mode

oof yeah

most likely they heard the shot over the phone, or at least the tail end of it, and so that's really what started the panic. when they heard the screams and the 'we got the kid', price practically demolished the room. ghost had to basically tie price down in order to get him to calm down.

they raced back to the house and found the body of price's wife/your mom and price broke down. once he recomposed himself to the best of his abilities, he vowed to his dead wife that he would get you back safely as soon as he could. so they started hunting.

storming the base where you were being held hostage, price only saw red. he wanted to kill anyone involved in his wife's murder/your kidnapping. he was ruthless, killing anyone he came across. when the team got to the main office, they saw you tied up, a bruise on your face, a gag in your mouth, and the leader of this gang holding a gun to your head. the moment you saw your dad, you cried out. you thrashed against the ties and price pushed his gun to the side. he didn't like you seeing him in work mode. he also didn't want to scare you more, trusting his team to have his back.

once the leader had been taken down from behind by soap, price rushed to you, freeing you from the bonds and scooping you up into his arms. the team covered you two as the group made their way out of the compound and back to a helio, where a medic was on standby. you had a couple scrapes and bruises, but nothing that deemed a medical emergency. price carried you tightly against his chest, not wanting you to see all the destruction he had caused. the entire helio ride back, you were looking out the window, amazed at how high up you were.

the funeral for your mom took place a few days later and the entire military base was there, even if they didn't know who she was. when it was price's turn to speak, he placed you into ghost's lap, who held you carefully. you knew what was happening, knowing that your mom wasn't coming home, but your dad would be there no matter what.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Ok so like, would Himiko run into Dabi and/or Twice during her internship and that's how they meet? She lets them go because technically she doesn't have clearance on arresting them but Dabi sees it as bro move.

So like it's more.

I mentioned before how in CC it's more than just Katsuki who gets kidnapped by the LoV. Himiko and Shoto also get yoinked. (I'm debating on them yoinking Shinso too). Because they all have 'villain potential'.

And I'm like. Expanding on how long they're with them.

So it's a weird ass kidnapping where yeah they're held hostage and all, but it's a recruitment tactic.

And most of the gang is. Decently nice? And clearly not wanting to hurt them. Honestly the only one who seems okay with it is Shigaraki but even then it's more of a 'what do you mean that being kidnapped and handcuffed until you agree to join villainy isn't normal?' which raises red flags on his childhood but everyone else is in a state of 'look we'd let you go, but the Big Boss says you have to stay handcuffed until you make your decisions on joining or not so let's have some fun in the meantime!'

Himiko has a weird time with it because she can vibe with the group. She was so close to becoming a villain, so she Gets It™. (Katsuki is too on edge from previous traumas to really relax that much, and Shoto would be more chill if Dabi wasn't so weirdly familiar).

Like it's. It's kinda the Beauty and the Beast thing? Where yeah technically they're being held against their will but they end up bonding? Not in a Stockholm Syndrome way but just genuinely.

It's really only when AfO shows up that they feel like they're in genuine danger.

Ofc the kids get rescued and yadda yadda but then we have the plotline of Shoto pulling an uno reverse card and yoinking Dabi back home. And like.

Himiko has a weird thing of she kinda misses the group and all. So she gets involved in that plotline of 'hey maybe more friends than just his siblings can help?'.

Which as that plotline devolves into Toya 'taking the league in the divorce', she gets reunited with the group.

[mandomover]

The Rookie

Chapter Twentyone - The Fall

A raid goes wrong and Carrillo is held responsible. Javi’s outspoken words shock you.

Warnings: swearing and smoking

Words: 2350

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Gaviria is getting antsy about negotiations with Escobar. He says he won’t negotiate, but word has come down the grapevine that former president Turbay, is pulling all political and financial support while Escobar has his daughter, and Gaviria, so new to his role, can’t risk losing any help he has.

So negotiations are ramping up between the government and Escobar yet you still wait like a sitting duck in the middle. Gaviria has given the CIA fucks the right to work again, allowing their surveillance planes to roam the skies, but you still don’t have full jurisdiction.

With a few coffee runs and a lot of flirting, the CIA agents have allowed you to listen in on their findings, meaning you aren’t all sitting bored in the office; Javi plotting maps while you take notes for what the team overhear. Murphy is due to return tomorrow, finishing off his paternity leave with Connie and Olivia and you had hoped you would have made some headway for him to return to.

Right now, you are sitting in the CIA’s office, a darker, smokier, and sweatier office than you thought possible, as they track and plan to support the search bloc on their attempt to find Diana and the other hostages Escobar took a few days ago.

This is Gaviria’s last hope before really having to succumb to pressure and negotiate with Escobar and while you do feel sorry for Gaviria in some manner, you are excited at the prospect of being here in case they free the hostages and get Escobar in the same breath, even if it kills you that it could be the CIA and not the DEA.

The room is quiet, the steady hum and buzz from the machines whirring while the staff sit at the control panels with their headphones and maps, ready for action. You and Javi are perched on a desk by the door, fresh coffee on hand from a run you did to the cafeteria ten minutes ago, giving you an extra buzz on top of the palpable excitement coursing through your veins at the prospect of this mission succeeding.

Javi is chain smoking, offering you one every few minutes when he lights a new one but you decline each time, too nervous to smoke right now.

“Ok, I have the coordinates locked, Gorilla was heard here not ten minutes ago so we’ll try there first,” Agent Moreno says into his headpiece, communicating with the search bloc. You are holding a walkie tuned to the same channel as the CIA so you can hear both sides while they speak, balancing an elbow on your hip to hold it close enough to both yours and Javi’s ears so you don't disturb the agents at work.

“Copy, we’re moving in now,” Carrillo’s crackly voice sounds over the walkie. “I’ll confirm when in position.”

You breath a sigh when the line cuts off, impatient and wishing you were out there to see what was happening instead of being stuck in here being babysat.

You sip at your coffee, wishing it were something stronger, quiet murmurs and whispers throughout the office while the agents wait to hear that the search bloc are ready to move in. Javi nudges you and you look up at him, deep brown eyes looking into yours.

“This isn’t forever you know. We’re the last people Gaviria wants to think about while all this is going on. But he’s getting cornered, so once this mission is cleared, he’ll tell us we’re good to go back to doing what we do best and stopping Escobar.”

“I hope so,” you murmur, “I’m not cut out for coffee runs and begging for scraps.”

“I can tell,” he smirks, taking a sip from your coffee and handing it back to you.

“In position. We’re moving in on three. Over,” Carrillo squawks, and you inhale sharply, gripping Javi’s arm tightly, waiting for the walkie to crackle again with another update. The agents look around from their positions at each other, also nervously waiting for their coordinates to be deemed useful in the fight against Escobar and hear that Diana and the other hostages have been secured safely.

Minutes pass slowly, everyone waiting with bated breath for something to happen and the channel be switched over and Carrillo give a progress report but no news is good news you guess. Waiting this long at least means they’ve found something rather than an empty building. You eye the seconds hand on the clock on the wall tick agonizingly slowly and you will for something, anything, to happen when the channel crackles and static sounds. You pierce Javi’s arm in a death like grip but he says nothing, even if you are squeezing too tight while you stare at the walkie.

“Bad news guys,” Carrillo says gravely. “Ms Turbay was shot in pursuit. One of eleven casualties. Ten of Escobar’s men.”

“Fuck!” Moreno hisses, yanking the headset off his head and throwing it at the console. He puts his head in his hands and you look at Javi, eyes forlorn as he returns the look with equal measure, letting go of his arm and picking your now cold coffee back up from the table instead, switching the walkie off and setting it into its base beside Moreno. You clap him on the shoulder as you pass and he rises from his chair, muttering “I’ll go tell Noonan.”

You raise a brow at Javi who grimaces and nods towards the door, signaling your time here is done.

As you cross the office space to grab your things from your desk, your heart plummets in your chest, thinking about what this could mean now. Surely Gaviria will have no choice but to negotiate with Escobar, even if his demands are laughable. While Escobar would technically hand himself in, it would mean all your work and efforts to capture Escobar would be null and void, especially if Gaviria gave in to the ridiculous demand to abolish extradition. But what choice did he have? What choice did you have? Keep on fighting and hoping that you would really get Escobar and hit him where it hurt. If he handed himself in it would be a lesser sentence for a bogus crime and he would be back on the streets building his empire even more than before in no time. But you had to have hope.

With the return of Murphy came the news that Gaviria had held crisis talks through the night and was willing to transparently negotiate with Escobar in hopes that a deal could be met meaning he would hand himself in. It was a huge blow to your efforts, especially now Gaviria had resided to give you control back; what good would it do now there was no one to capture?

Carrillo was also in trouble for his actions during the raid. While it was entirely accidental shooting Diana Turbay, he still had to be held accountable for his actions and drastic choices. You watched him march through the office on his way to the presidential office and you wished him well in his meeting but he hadn’t returned yet and that was nearly four hours ago. You had mooched through the building, feigning a need for fresh air and more coffee, but you were hoping to run into Carrillo. Or anyone who could give you information as to what the fuck was going on. As you took the stairs up to your floor after another visit to the cafeteria for nothing in particular, you heard your name being called from behind you and stopped still, whirling around to greet Carrillo, his face impassive.

“Gather the gringos and meet me in my office in five,” he nods curtly at you, before sidestepping you and taking the stairs two at a time. You exhale, letting out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding and race up the stairs to go and grab Javi and Murphy.

Four minutes later you’re in front of Carrillo’s desk, on the edge of your seat waiting for Carrillo’s report back.

“Gaviria is in talks with Escobar. He’s accepting the negotiations.”

“Maldito hijo de puta,” Javi growls.

“He has to put forward the motion against extradition to the states and then Escobar will be taken to La Catedral which he has been building this whole time in the mountains. He knew things would end up here.”

“So what are the terms?” you ask, ignoring Javi who has jumped up from his seat and is pacing back and forward behind you, angrily hissing Spanish curse words under his breath.

“Extradition abolished for one,” Carrillo counts off on his fingers. “No police within three kilometers of the prison he himself has built, his own guards and men patrol it, and he goes down for only one drug trafficking charge.”

“That’s absurd,” Murphy shouts.

Carrillo holds his hands up in defeat, as if he’s accepted the ridiculous demands outlining the demise of Escobar. In fact, he’s relatively calm considering this is his life’s mission to sink Escobar and the pure hate and anger you have seen spill from this man for less.

“What about you?” you ask calculatedly, squinting at him.

He purses his lips and doesn’t answer, looking at the photo of him and his wife on his desk instead, crossing his arms across his chest.

“I am no more. I am to move to Spain.”

All three of you spit insults about Gaviria’s choice, disgust at Carrillo’s dismissal and annoyance at his reckoning, but Carrillo looks at you with a soft smile, as though he truly has accepted his fate.

“The search bloc is no more but promise me you will continue to do surveillance and track intel. You can still get him.”

You were stunned into silence. Not only is Carrillo going but the police unit was disbanding entirely? You can’t fathom the stupidity at the negotiations in the first place, but to actually hear the demands expected? Ludicrous.

“I have two weeks before I’m done. Enough time to tie up some loose ends. But no big raids.”

“That’s shit. What are we all supposed to do now?” Javi asks, and it makes you think of a child, looking around for a responsible adult in the room to give you guidance.

“You’ll be fine. You have your team and you’ll look out for each other. You’ve shown time and time again how you have each other’s backs and you make a great squad.”

Your eyes sparkle, the ever-there tears threatening to pour out. You look at Murphy and Javi proudly and they grin back at you, albeit Javi’s grin is forced, obviously thinking about the loss of Carrillo.

“I just wish your example would bleed into my men, I can’t promise they’ll behave.”

Carrillo turns to look out the window and you move beside him, setting a hand on his shoulder.

“What do you mean?”

“These men are here because of Escobar.”

“I mean, we all are, we-”

“They’re here because of what Escobar has done to them. Here because Escobar or his men have killed their mothers, brothers, sisters, fathers. They’re here for vengeance and I’m not going to be able to stop them. Nor should I.”

You shiver and Carrillo turns to look at you, his face half in shadow as he looks at you, and he looks menacing. It’s like a threat. Don’t get in their way because they’re going to stop at nothing to get Escobar.

As if Carrillo can read your mind, he squeezes your arms and steals your focus, as if he’s looking into your soul.

“Have you got what it takes when it comes down to it Rookie? My men will stop at nothing. Is there a line you won’t cross?”

“Na, she’s in it all the way. She’ll do whatever it takes,” answers Javi for you, sneaking up behind you and clapping you on the shoulder, spreading both heat and ice through you.

Your mouth drops open, but no words come out.

What can you say? There’s always lines you have to cross in this job but Javi is answering like he knows you would cross every line imaginable. And that’s a scary prospect. The lines drawn out with the unimaginable. He thinks you’ll do whatever it takes no matter what. But you can’t commit and say you’ll do it all until you’re in that situation. You’re too surprised by the quick speed in which Javi answers on your behalf, you’re flummoxed for an example of something you would or wouldn’t do but surely there’s going to be a line you wouldn’t dream of crossing or even nearing someday? But Javi has taken that choice away from you, maybe without even meaning to. He might be singing your praises and offering confidence boosters by simulating this but he doesn’t know what he’s done by saying you’ll stop at nothing. You can only say that when you’ve done it. When you’ve experienced it. When you’ve truly stopped at nothing. And that scares you too. That Javi is capable of expressing these feelings as if he’s already crossed those lines. And that you don’t know scares you and you know it’ll take a lot of whiskey to prise that information out of him someday.

But for now, you just smile at Carrillo and say “you’ve been a great leader of the search bloc and I’ve enjoyed learning with you. This isn’t the end. Not by a long shot.”

You hold your hand out to shake, and he grasps it but doesn’t shake, “You have plenty in you that needs unlocked. It’s there. It’ll come when you need it,” he tells you with a wink, before pulling you into a crushing hug. Just as you wrap your arms tightly around him, he gruffs into your ear, “look after these two. Stay alert. I believe in you, Rookie.”

And when you pull apart moments later, his eyes are boring into yours, almost pleading with you to heed his words.

A/N: this is shoddy work. I’m sorry 😂 I was originally happy with the chapter but as I read and reread it more I fell out of love with it and it stopped me writing the next bits. I know where I want to go (roughly) but not exactly how to get there, so I’m struggling a bit to come up with the bits in the middle. So thankyou to everyone who has stuck by me and continues to read this lil piece even when it doesn’t entirely make sense.

It’s also hard being motivated when you’ve just given birth so bare with me in that regard too 😂

I have another chapter ready to post and I’ll post it in the next few days 🙌🏼🙌🏼

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