#praying for bobby PLS

[buckleyskin]

officially 9-1-1 day, how we feelin? 😀

[moonlitdark]

(New) 📹 FR Conventions: Jamie Campbell Bower talks about his relationship with Joseph Quinn, Millie Bobby Brown and Twilight

[c1eepypas1a]

Can you do some dark Dean Winchester smut? With an age gap, daddy kink, and virgin reader?

A/n: I can only try, this is my first smut pls don't make fun, plus I dunno how to do the writing color change thingy, cringe ahh title name (plus: this is fictional, I know it's fucked up but honestly I've been through shit like this, and if you don't like it, don't read it, there are multiple fics like this, I'm just doing what people want okay?)

Parings: dean Winchester x fem! Virgin!sub! Reader (I can do a male version if it's not supposed to be fem)

Warnings: age gap (dean is 29 reader is 18, daddy kink, dean forcing reader to call him daddy/dean calling himself daddy, non-con, pain for the reader, forced oral (m!rec), tit palming/slapping, slight choking, kissing, swearing, obviously Dom!dean and sub!fem! Reader, nipple play (for like a second), crying, blood (slightly yk since she's a virgin)

"Please, don't...daddy."

*gif isn't mine I got it from Pinterest*

*readers pov*

Me and dean have been friends for awhile now, he thinks I'm stupid, that I don't know about all the staring or lingering touches when he's fixing up my wounds, I hate the looks, I remember when it all changed, when he changed

*flashback*

I smile as I walk into my house with jo, I jump as everyone shouts surprise at me,my dad, bobby singer walks up to me "wow kid, the big 18, do you feel older yet." He smiles warmly and I smile "uh, yeah I guess." I giggle, dean makes a backhanded joke about me finally being legal,

Sam rolls his eyes "dude, your almost thirty, stop being so gross, you knew her when she was in pigtails." Dean grumbles and hands me a present, telling me to open it later when nobody's around and his hand lingers on my shoulder,

That night I open the gift dean gave me, a fucking vibrator, in the shape of a rose and a photo of him, gripping his clothed hard cock, I quickly throw it under my bed along with the vibrator and I pretend nothing ever happened.

*end of flashback*

I walk into the motel room, I look at dean who's binging through channels on the tv "where's Sam?." I sit down next to him, "gone to get food." I nod and I continue to watch the tv, dean lands on a horror movie,

My eyes wander to the hand he placed on my thigh, I don't move it nor I say anything and I get back to watching the shit gore on the tv, "you know sweetheart, sammy's gonna be gone for a while." He says in his usual flirty tone, his hand sliding more up, I push his hand back down, "so what if he's going to be gone." I say feigning my clueless tone, bile rises in my throat as I feel his eyes move down from my face to my tits, "means we could find other things to do then this shitty ass movie." He grips my thigh tighter, borderlining on pain "d-dean what the fuc-" I'm cut off by his lips on mine,

I try to push him away and get up but he pins me down and he tsk's "no, your not going anywhere, I've waited to fucking long for you, I'm not letting you go now." He smirks and starts to undo and push down his jeans "as much as I want your cunt, I'm gonna use your mouth first."

He manhandles me so I'm on my knees, tears sting my cheeks and he smiles condescendingly, "oh baby, you started this, this is your fault, parading in your short shorts and your tight shirts, wearing no bra thinking I won't notice." He says, gripping my hair with one hand and palming my tits and thumbing at my nipples with the other, against my mind praying for this to stop, my body reacts, my nipples getting hard and my cunt getting wet, he smirks at me, pushing down his jeans, leaving himself in his boxers, the imprint of his dick visible,

He stops palming at my breasts and pulls his boxers down, his hard cock slaps against his stomach, leaking pre-cum at the angry red tip, "open up for daddy." He smirks but I don't, I keep my mouth shut and he gets visibly annoyed, he grips my hair tighter and then his other hand closes my nose, "c'mon baby, you gotta breathe soon." He says in a condescending tone,

I try my hardest but I finally open my mouth to breath, he quickly shoves his cock down my throat, I gag and spit forms around my lips and his length, he lets go of my nose and I try to breathe but its hard, "you know, this all could of been avoided if you didn't play fucking coy with me.", he says as he practically skull fuck's me, gripping my face and hair, thrusting his hips roughly,

After about 5 minutes he finally pulls away, I take a deep breath of air,tears streaming down my face, he roughly pulls me up against him, his cock against my clothed stomach, he pushes me down and sits in between my legs, trying to push my shirt up but I twist and I turn to get away, "c'mon babygirl, the less you resist, the less it'll hurt your little virgin pussy." I whimper at those words,

After what felt like forever of struggling, he finally gets my clothes off of me, leaving me in my panties, "lace...it's like you asked for me to fuck you.", I cry at those words "c'mon baby tell me how much you want this, tell daddy how much you want his big cock to stretch you open." He grins sadistically, I stay silent and dean doesn't like that, I feel his hand strike my left breast, "say it!." He shouts in my face, I whimper and I finally speak with a scared tone, "i-i want d-daddy's big cock to stretch me open." He smirks, "that's a girl.",

"please don't...daddy."

That's all I can say hoping that will please him but before I know it he thrusts into me, pain shoots through my whole body and I start to cry again "awe, baby don't cry, daddy's got you." He says as he fuck's me faster, taking away the one thing I thought I could control, but I can't, I'm helpless as he takes it from me, I feel liquid down at my pussy and I look down, I notice the crimson liquid leak down my cunt,

"I fucking knew you would bleed, don't worry sweetheart, it won't hurt that much anymore.", he says as he fuck's me harder, it hurts, no pleasure from it, I beg for him to stop, I cry to god that it'll be over soon and before I know it, I feel him pull out and his cum spurt on my tits and stomach, I feel dirty as dean kisses me before he flops down beside me and cuddles me, like he didn't just destroy me, exhaustion takes over me, before I slip into sleep I hear dean mutter something and I fall asleep.

*the end*

(a/n: my first smut, I hope it was good, if there is any mistakes or anything you didn't like please tell me, I'm sorry it's so short, I wrote this at 1am.)

[amclayton]

ok here we go, crazy ass theory about anobbie cuz i might or might not be a little high rn lol.

so they go this party as a group and some of bobbie's friends are there(not sure) and something happens with anaïs' friends (im guessing the issue is gonna be related to mila or otis tbh). they either get high cause of bobbie's friends or even bobbie herself offers them something (but i dont think bobbie is gonna be giving them anything tho cuz ojitos gonna be busy giving her gf kisses all night) and everything gets super messy and there is a conflict in the party (im praying is not related to a SA but knowing how this show works i wouldn't be surprised). so after this bobbie sees how they are trying to separate anaïs from her but anaïs doesnt wanna choose because bobbie has became her safe place(está hasta las trancas también te digo) + she doesnt get why she gotta pick sides cuz she thinks bobbie ain't responsible for what happened (pls god let me be right about this one) cause in fact, bobbie aint resposible it was just a misunderstanding!!! (delusional is my second name, just if you're wondering) they get separated (sort of) and there are problems between bobbie's mum and anaïs' dad as well (probably anaïs' dad is gonna find about her makeup and more stuff, god have mercy as miss chloe bailey said) and bobbie goes uuhhhshss crazy loca and starts her monologue "im not good for you anaïs, this cannot be, im gonna keep hurting you and i gotta spend more money in w33d now(JOKING OK)" OR the other option is bobbie goes crazy loca again but instead she brings up her abandonment issues and tells her sumn like "choose anaïs, is not that hard. they want to see us separate, i dont think im asking for that much" BOOMMMMM anaïs is depressed asf, crying 24/7 and that's what i got till now. thank you thank you

i'll probably delete this shit later, wanted to post this on twitter but i can write everything here lol

[senka-mesecine]

Plssss pls pls imagine the letter thing but you are maybe Barnes relative (like a daughter or much younger sister or niece) and Chris sees a picture of you, maybe steals a letter you wrote to Barnes, and falls head over heels puppy love for you

Poor Lovefool.

Chris Taylor x (Indirectly) Reader.

-

-"Imagine making mean son of a bitch Barnes of all people your in-law."-

Rhah shakes his head, voice gruff as the smoky white fume danced around his flaring nostrils, the reefer thick and hot in his mouth, chin waggling in disbelief, watching Chris on his bunk from where he was seated on a nearby packing crate, eying him speculatively mulling over a letter not intended for the boy. Not intended for him at all. In fact, kid couldn't have found a worse person to steal from in the whole wide world.

-"By choice!"-

He adds, finally, to drill the point home in case it wasn't understood, looking up at King, arms crossed over his torso only steps away, leaning on a nearby wooden pillar holding the ceiling of the entire foxhole up. Man bursts out cackling, barely containing himself, his whole body bending with him as he laughed. -"Motherfuck! By choice!"- King slaps his knee, like he's just heard the most hilarious joke ever told. Like the realization just hit him. What if Chris really pursued this thing once he rotated back into the world and invertedly tied himself to the literal devil by contract of law. Thing is, Taylor had enough balls to be sneaking away with the Staff Sergeant's correspondence every now and again and while the boys in The Underground hoped he would've outgrown what they collectively decided is mere curiosity, horniness for anything female after long weeks out in the bush, but Taylor wasn't relenting. Taylor was really interested in Barnes' blood relative back in the world. Went from being funny to downright comedic. And from comedic to dangerous. More so when Chris wasn't even listening. He really was in that deep.

-"This whole thing ends and rich boy's havin' a fancy cookout back home to celebrate rotatin' back into the world and Barnes' there showing up to have himself a plate on grandma's front porch with a shotgun in his truck. Hoo, to be a fly on that wall, man!"-

King muses practically doing a twirl, a little way too excited for good measure, immersed into his own entertained reverie, throwing his head back with a smile like somewhere deep down, the image was way too colorful to resist. He could already visualize a newspaper headline. Plenty dead. Even more wounded. Rhah shivers and shrugs in his own skin. He did not, in fact, want to be a fly on that figurative wall. He saw firsthand what Barnes tended to be like when he was angry and the sight sure wasn't pretty. Yet something about Taylor's unweaning interest in spite of the risks never ceased to strike them as hilarious yet vaguely horrifying. One would think that after the war, they'd want to be rid of guys like Barnes for good, pray to God they never meet anyone like him ever again, 'cept maybe in their worst fucking nightmares, not get even closer to them. Nobody sane would ever want that. Rhah leans his elbows on his knees, exasperated and sighing deeply, crushing the ash of his reefer in a nearby tray once Chris says nothing to their warnings disguised as humor, not a single reaction out of him, good or bad, his distant, focused face illuminated by a nearby petrol lamp and still glued to that one fucking piece of paper fished out of one envelope that should be anywhere but down here. That letter being down here just about painted a target on their collective asses. Taylor was either a white knight for risking it or a complete and utter idiot. Bobby Darin would write songs about shit like this.

-"But this lover boy ain't hearin' shit or reason. He's head over heels!"-

Rhah comments, deadly serious, balancing the cigarette between his fingers.

Never taking his eyes off of Chris never taking eyes off of you.

Or rather, your penned words. The thing that started this all.

-"Hit by the deadliest high there is. Ain't no known cure for it."-

He's known people to quit weed, quit the needle, quit the powder, go cold turkey, quit stealing, quit slumming, but he's never known people get off of love before. No talking sense into someone like that, in fact, the more you tried, the worse it tended to get. That's when the prospect only had the habit to get more attractive, like forbidden fruit just out of reach. It's only then that he gets Chris's attention; setting down the piece of paper and pressing it to his chest like a holy relic, his head sinking into his bunk's pillow, Rhah can swear he spots stars in Taylor's eyes, like the distant wedding bells were already ringing out in his head. It's like the boy either didn't realize or didn't care to realize that if Barnes or any of his lapdogs ever found out, there would be blood. Which was precisely why Rhah could conclude this was a genuine matter of the heart and not mere blue balls. Kid was enamored.

-"Yeah, I think I am."-

Is all Chris murmurs quietly, tucking the paper into the inside pocket of his jacket.

Shit.

Must've been a hell of a letter.

[presumeddeaddie]

it’s wild that people are already starting on the “don’t complain about the crumbs they give us they’ll never do it again”. and i’m like. yes, don’t give me crumbs if it’s gonna be crumbs i’d rather starve. give me a meal pls (eddie praying over bobby, karaoke, chris and eddie, madney, henren and their natural chemistry) (or at least give us crumbs that are exciting…).

[etoilesbienne]

I've been feeling really worried about like if ccs are gonna get burnout or tired from having to log in every day for the eggs too LOL, But i keep reminding myself that if anyone had genuine issues with having to log in every day they'd just take it up with quackity or something, like they're all Grown Adults and Friends you know what i mean... At the same time ive also been trying to not feel peeved with the eggs dying so easily and cutting off storylines like that, but if it turns out that the island Intended for the eggs to die from the beginning, which seems Likely, that'd make me totally fine with it. Like literally people are gonna log on soon and the task is gonna be to axe another egg (prayge)

Yeah honestly. Plus they are just eggs, so I can't really hold it against anyone whose an "absent parent" right now :') but it does make it hurt worse when someone doesn't log in for a while (pls spreen come back).

I'm also like PRAYING the eggs all dying (or one egg left standing) is the guaranteed outcome. Now that I think about it, I think it's been explicitly clear from the beginning that eggs were going to die though, why in the world would they have "death challenges" if they didn't plan for that challenge to be lost by someone.

Anyway in final egg left standing concept my bets are on Chayanne or Bobby

[darkclouud9]

guys paper mario game coming out next year <- praying so hard

spm and pmok are my top 2 forever but they're not even close, I want a new rpg to go insane over

bring back Nastasia pls /j

idk there wasn't many things in pmok that made me go insane. like. alt Maple Treeway rendition made me go insane when I found out abt it. I like "chapter" 2 and 3. Shogun Studios is a fun area to play through in story mode, (and Autumn Mountains was completely glossed over by me, the music for that area is amazing). the track for Shogun Studios also makes me go insane bc to me it has the SLIGHTEST hint of Sammer's Kingdom from spm

on my second play through I'm kinda stuck on the Great Sea. the music for that is also amazing imo. idk why I love it so much but I do :3

I cried at the ending of the game.

I nearly cried at Bobby's death. I knew it was coming too, ough.

but idk. the bosses/villains in spm were likeable and interesting and their designs were cool.

but pmok was different to me. I just... couldn't grow attached to most characters. and the whole thing of 100%ing the game is difficult. (fucking sea tower and shangri spa I can't fucking find the holes of all things- like im missing entire areas there but I've spent HOURS searching I'm going crazy)

[metalindex-hu]

Hegyekben állnak a tetemek a Signs of the Swarm új klipjében

Hegyekben állnak a tetemek a Signs of the Swarm új klipjében - https://metalindex.hu/2023/05/30/hegyekben-allnak-a-tetemek-a-signs-of-the-swarm-uj-klipjeben/ -

Új dalt és egy hozzá tartozó klipet adott ki a Signs of the Swarm, emellé pedig bejelentették, hogy érkezik ötödik nagylemezük is. A Tower of Torsos pont azt adja, amit a neve is sejtet: kicsit sem munkahelybarát videót és roppantul megborítós zenei aláfestést mellé. A tagok különbözőképp számoltak be mind a dalról, mind a klipről és a szövegekről. Bobby Crow dobos szerint ez egy igazi, “pofádba bele” OG deathcore-darab lett, egy modern csavarral, míg David Simonich énekes a Hannibal sorozatból merített inspirációt a dalszöveghez.

Az új album július 28-án érkezik a Century Mediánál, és a legutóbbi klipes számhoz hasonlóan az Amongst the Low and Empty címet kapta. Ezt a címet a banda egy elmeállapothoz hasonlítja, miszerint a legutóbbi turnéjuk után kiégettnek (low) és ötlettelennek (empty) érezték magukat. Ennek ellenére mindannyiukat lenyűgözte a végeredmény, amit ebből a kilátástalannak tűnő állapotból ki tudtak hozni. Elmondásuk alapján stílusilag a deathcore-on kívül jócskán pakoltak a lemezre metalcore-, death metal-, djent- és industrial-elemeket is, ennek tudatában pedig nem meglepő azon zenészek listája sem, akik valamilyen formában felbukkannak az anyagon:

Matt Heafy (Trivium, Ibaraki stb.)

Josh Travis (Emmure, The Tony Danza Tapdance Extravaganza, ex-Glass Cloud)

Cameron Losch (Born of Osiris)

A számlista:

1. Amongst the Low & Empty 2. Tower of Torsos 3. Pray for Death 4. Borrowed Time 5. Between Fire & Stone 6. Shackles like Talons 7. DREAMKILLER 8. The Witch Beckons (ft. Matthew Heafy) 9. Echelon 10. Faces Without Names 11. Malady

A srácok a nyáron beveszik Európát is, hozzánk legközelebb a cseh Brutal Assaulton lehet majd elcsípni őket augusztus 10-én, olyan prominens zenekarok társaságában, mint pl. a Meshuggah, a Converge vagy az In Flames.

//www.youtube.com/watch?v=7d4P51ye_0I

//www.youtube.com/watch?v=-kPEbV8T35k

[daily118]

hi, can you make a gifset of the different times we see bobby praying on the show? it happened in this last one in the ambulance, we saw it as well when harry was kidnapped and a couple of times on season 1? pls ignore this if it's annoying or idk rude lol, sorry

Hi Nonnie! It's a lovely request, thank you for sending it to us, the incredibly talented @userdiaz filled it here.

Have a great day!

[a-blue-eyed-hoe]

Hey Mammy, can you tell me a fairy?🥺 Pls

You better pray to whatever you believe in that Randy and bobby don’t find any post where you guys call me mommy.

[mrsbsmooth]

I’m literally begging and praying for your theory to be right bc that would be awesome. (And if it’s not pls think about making a fic out of it bc that’s an amazing idea!!!)

I definitely don’t think Suresh is just gonna give up like it’s implied. The whole thing is literally called ex in the villa!!

Oh pls pls pls fusebox gods, let this theory be right bc that would make this the (second..) best season ever! (Bc season 2 Bobby has my heart forever lmao)

OMG GUYS IM ALREADY THINKING ABOUT IT

I literally love you all so much hyping me up like this skskskks

Also kinda wanna write it before the release of the new scripts to see if it’s better or worse than what Fusebox actually does hehehe

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[boykingsw]

buddie + relieved kisses pls 😌

ao3 link

Ninety seconds.

Each one feels like an eternity as Buck stands there, held back by Bobby and Hen -waiting, watching. Holding his breath and praying to every god he’s never believed in that Eddie is going to emerge from the haze of smoke, rise from the ashes; that his voice will come to them over the radio and jolt everything back into motion where it feels like time has stopped. Allow Buck’s heart to beat again. Pour life back into his veins.

Ninety seconds ago, Buck had stumbled out of the burning house, thinking that Eddie was right behind him. Had called to him over his shoulder and gotten a response in return, and left without looking back.

He hadn’t heard the groaning of the roof overhead. Didn’t register the collapse until he was over the threshold and Eddie’s footsteps didn’t follow.

Ninety seconds ago, everything had been fine.

Buck doesn’t think he’s breathed since. 

He strains against Bobby and Hen’s grip but they don’t let go, and at this point he’s not entirely sure if they’re keeping him in place or holding him upright; if they’re merely standing as the buffer between his knees and the pavement as he hears another window give way under the heat and shatter to pieces. 

He fears he might be close to doing the same.

But then there’s a murmur of voices around him -movement coming from the house- and then Eddie is collapsing onto the dry yellow grass. He’s pale and coughing and covered in soot but alive, and Buck finally feels that rush of cool air enter his lungs. 

He vaguely registers Bobby and Hen letting him go and then he’s rushing forward, dropping to his knees on the lawn in front of Eddie and pulling him into a tight embrace. Eddie clutches back like Buck is the lifeline keeping him stable; grounded, and Buck hopes Eddie knows he’s returning the favour. 

“I’m okay,” Eddie whispers, breathless. “I’m alright.”

Buck just holds him tighter. Doesn’t let go.

Ninety seconds was long enough.

---

The house Buck stands in front of now is much more inviting than the one he’d stood in front of a few hours ago. Its glow comes from nothing but the lamps in the living room, its warmth supplied by nothing but the people who live inside it. 

He stays rooted in his spot on the driveway, looking up at it and trying to replace all images of that burning house with the one standing tall in front of him, with Eddie safe and sound on the other side of the door. He shivers slightly. The chill is a welcome contrast to the searing heat and sweat he’d felt this afternoon.

He’s broken from his thoughts when the front door swings open, flooding light out onto the porch. 

“Buck?” Eddie calls. “What are you doing out here? It’s freezing.” 

Despite the chill, Buck feels something warm settle in his chest as he thinks of the implication of the words. They’re not tainted with surprise at the fact that Buck has shown up at his home. Not why are you here?, but why aren’t you inside where you belong?

“Just thinking,” he replies quietly, as if that sums it all up.

“Well, why don’t you think inside, where you won’t freeze to death?” 

Buck smiles slightly and obliges, taking one last look at the house before walking into the heart of it.

Eddie studies him in the newfound light when he steps through the door. His eyes travel Buck’s face like he’s looking for a place to enter his brain and read his thoughts, untangle the mess that Buck is sure they’re making of his features. It’s silly, Buck thinks, because all Eddie really has to do is ask.

“Are you okay?” 

Maybe he knows him better than he thought.

“I am, I just-” It’s Buck’s turn to look Eddie over, taking note of every piece of him that he thought he’d lost today. Every piece of himself he thought he’d lost with them. “I needed to see you.”

Eddie nods. Swallows, then repeats his words from earlier. “I’m okay, Buck.”

“I know, I just- for a minute there, I didn’t know, and I-”

Eddie steps into his space; takes Buck’s hands into his own. Buck relishes in the warmth of the touch after a period of thinking that he’d never feel it again. 

“I get it,” Eddie says. “I do. But I’m standing right here. You don’t need to worry about me.”

Buck looks down at their joined hands, squeezes them a little tighter, and whispers, “You can’t die. You can’t, I have so much- so much to say, and do, and I can’t lose you before I get the chance.”

“And you’ll have lots of time for all of that,” Eddie says. Then, with a small smile, “But you can start now, if you’d like.”

Buck looks up to meet his eye, and is met with that familiar, kind gaze. And he knows, right then and there, that they’re both safe here. That nothing bad can happen to either of them as long as they’re standing together, guarding each other from harm’s way. That he can take a leap of faith and Eddie will be there to catch him, like he always is. 

That, along with the adrenaline from earlier, still coursing through his veins, is what gives him the bravery to say, “I need you.” He swallows, then adds, “I love you.”

And Eddie’s smile doesn’t wobble, or drop. It just widens, and he nods. Lets go of one of Buck’s hands in favour of bringing his own up to cup his cheek, and says softly, “We’ll be okay,” before pulling him in for a kiss.

Buck relaxes, relief coursing through him in waves as Eddie’s lips move against his; his warmth, their breaths mixing together, all proof of Eddie’s survival. Of his existence. He feels his heart rate pick up as Eddie’s does the same, and knows in that moment, that Eddie is right.

They’ll be okay.

Ninety seconds feels miniscule, now, compared to a lifetime by his side.

[angstyjellybean]

✨We’re back✨9-1-1 “Let The Games Begin” Season 6 Premier

Forgot to put this when I posted it but

✨spoilers✨

My thoughts while watching the episode

The warning though… Sexual situations 😳

Every time I hear that sing I think LLWS

MADDIE

I completely forgot there was a fire for a second and was like wow redecorated

That doesn’t even look like a bomb you dumbass

I love Athena’s new hairstyle

Oh god this poor girl

I’m praying she doesn’t have brain damage

Quiet the dismount Eddie

Sorry obligatory Buck looks so pretty 

Seven year olds are vicious

I was wondering why they weren’t on their honeymoon

Co parents

Where did Bucks couch go?

Nevermind they just answered

Third times the charm 🫣🫣 hint hint?

Wood chippers got me paranoid now

No no no no no no no no

Kid no kid no kid no

WHAT THE FUCK

Buck stop it you’re embarrassing us

Eddie and Bobby’s faces at bucks stupidness

How old does May think she looks?

I love this family

Not one of these things again good god

Those two know eachother don’t they?

Why do I feel like this man cheated somehow?

This dealership man is a dick

Buck being a tease with the saw lmao

Not subtle mads

GIVE US OUR MADNEY BACK PLS

CHIMNEY NO

YESYESYESYESYES

NOT CLIPBOARD BUCK

Captain Hen Wilson

Evan Buckley!! Put that stuff back

Is there a reason Eddie and Chris are over playing a game?

Athena’s parents!

Jesus H Christ

[tis-archer]

Dangerous Territory

TW: death, blood etc read at your own risk pls

“Drop yours first, Officer,” came the calm voice and Athena’s left eyebrow rose slightly. He clearly wasn’t afraid to die, so she took a shot at him and it ricocheted off of what she assumed was a bulletproof vest. Her eyes widened when they raised their guns and the first man shot one of her officers in the leg. Officer Davis dropped to the ground, screaming and holding onto his now bleeding leg.

“Alright, alright,” said Athena as she placed her gun on the ground and put her hands up, “No one else has to get hurt, okay?”

“That depends entirely on the lot of you, Now, get on the ground,” the man told her and she took a breath, still rooted to her spot.

“Look--”

“Get on the fucking ground!” He shouted and everyone immediately dropped to the floor. Athena followed suit with her hands still up until she was forced harshly down by one of the men. He put his knee in her back and she let out a strangled breath as he crushed her.

“Don’t make me shoot anyone else, Officer. I seriously wanted to do this without any bloodshed but if you push me, I will,” his tone was filled with nothing but venom and tears immediately sprang to Athena’s eyes. She was terrified and the previous man still hadn’t gotten off of her.

A few minutes later, the man got up and she breathed out, her lungs filling with air. She looked over at the terrified faces of her co-workers. She felt sick for bringing them into the bank but the dispatch had assured them that the situation could easily be handled. She didn’t blame the dispatch because no one knew what kind of men were in the bank. Athena just prayed no one else got shot.

Meanwhile, LAFD arrived on the scene after hearing Maddie ask for assistance from Dispatch, saying that none of the officers had checked in. When Station 118 got there, there were dozens of police cars and a SWAT truck on the scene. Bobby immediately walked over to the Director of the FBI with his team behind him.

“Director,” said Bobby as he and his team approached the man and Bobby shook his hand, “Captain Bobby Nash with the 118, how can we help?”

When he heard the man’s last name, Director Simmons looked over at the man with a worried expression on his face. It was clear that Bobby hadn’t been informed that his wife was inside with dangerous gunmen and he really hated to be the bearer of bad news, he didn’t want the fire Captain to go into the building guns-a-blazing.

“Captain,” Simmons started, “You have to promise me that you’ll do your job to the best of your ability despite the circumstances. Because if I can’t trust you to do that, I will make you and your team leave, understood?”

Bobby wanted to argue, to tell the man that he was a professional and he always did his job no matter what. He was a first responder, but instead he nodded, giving the man his word.

“There are about eight officers in there right now, the gunmen don’t seem to be letting them go anytime soon,” he paused, turning his body to fully face Bobby, “Sergeant Grant is among the officers being held hostage.”

Bobby jerked forward a little like he had been pushed from behind, his eyes widened as the breath completely left his lungs. He reached out to grab someone and ended up grabbing Buck’s shoulder to steady himself. His hands started shaking and his lip trembled as he tried his hardest not to cry.

“Wh-what do we do? What do we do?” He asked as he looked at his team. He felt like his heart was being ripped from his chest cavity. His better half, the second half of his soul, the light in his once darkened world was being held at gunpoint and no one was doing anything.

“Captain Nash, right now there is nothing we can do, okay? We have to let this play out. I understand that there is someone in there that you care for but--”

Bobby cut him off with a sharp gasp, “She’s not just someone I care for, Director. Athena is my everything, she is my wife, the love of my life. I don’t--what are we supposed to do? Because we can’t just sit here, we can’t just wait.”

“With all due respect, I have been through this a hundred times. We can’t go in there shooting them, one of the officers could be shot. We don’t know how dangerous they are yet and until we get a better understanding of what we’re dealing with, you need to stand down.”

Bobby breathed out, “But--”

“Stand. Down,” Simmons emphasized and walked away from Bobby to speak to the SWAT director.

In the bank, Athena and her officers had each been handcuffed side by side to the nearby poles that separated the lines. The metal was digging into Athena’s wrists, forcing tears to drip from her eyes as she looked towards the doors. Her thoughts went to her children, her beautiful children that still needed their mother, then she thought of Bobby, her wonderful husband who would for sure fall off the wagon without her. She wanted to believe that he was stronger than she gave him credit for and he was, but he continuously told her that he wouldn’t be alive without her, that he wouldn’t be able to go on if he lost her. She didn’t know what to do, for the first time in her entire 30 year career, she didn’t know how to get out of this one.

“Listen!” one of her officers shouted, Officer Jefferson.

“Jefferson,” Athena hissed, “Shut up!”

“There are probably hundreds of officers out there, alright? They aren’t gonna let you get away with this!” his voice was shaky, he was scared.

“Jefferson, please, for the love of God, shut the hell up!” Athena’s voice cracked slightly as she shouted at the man she’d known for a few years.

“I’d listen to her, Jefferson,” said the leader.

Jefferson shook his head, “No! You can’t just keep us here! You won’t get away with this so just let us go--” he was silenced for good by a single shot to the back of his head. Blood splattered across Athena’s face as she flinched. Jefferson was sitting right next to her, causing her face to be covered in the thick red liquid. She faintly heard the screams of the others as Jefferson’s body slumped forward. She couldn’t scream, or move, she was stuck in her spot.

Outside, everyone heard the gunshot, causing Bobby to try to race into the bank but Hen, Eddie, Chimney and Buck forced him backwards as tears ran down his cheeks. He kept fighting them, screaming for them to let him go but they had a tight grip on him, not wanting to lose their Captain to stupidity. None of them would ever know how he felt in that moment and they never wanted to but they knew what Athena would want, so they held onto him.

“Bobby, you cannot go in there!” Hen shouted, “You know that!”

“He-Hen, Athena is in there… she’s… the gunshot… Athena is in there!”

Hen wrapped her arms around Bobby’s shoulders, “I know, Bobby. I know but going in there right now will get her killed so please, just stay right here with me. Athena isn’t going to die, she is smart and resilient. She’s gonna make it back to you and the kids, but she can’t do that if you get hurt.”

Bobby finally calmed down as he turned his head to look at his wife’s best friend. Hen knew Athena, knew the Athena she was before he met her, so he’d listen to her because Henrietta Wilson always had their best interests at heart. He wrapped his arms around his friend who squeezed him in response.

“I don’t want her to die, Hen,” he whispered and she kissed the top of his head.

“Me neither,” she whispered back.

“Now,” said the leader, “Anyone else wanna eat a bullet?” He asked and no one replied, “Great,” he turned to his team as they discussed escape routes and how they’d get away with all the money from the vault.

With their backs turned, Athena allowed herself to cry. She looked at Jefferson’s still body and she wanted to throw up. She had told him, begged him to stop talking but she hated herself for not being able to do more. For getting them stuck there in the first place.

Simmons and the director of the SWAT team finally came up with a plan to extract the officers from inside and end this whole thing. They discussed sending a team through the opening in the roof, sending a team in through the back, and having a team surround the front. They instructed the other police officers to follow a team to a location, calling for two helicopters in case they tried to escape. He told the two fire stations to be ready in case anyone inside was hurt.

“Director,” Bobby called, walking over to speak to the man in private, “I know seeing me break down probably wasn’t a very good first impression.”

Simmons snorted, “You’re going through a lot, Bobby. I get it.”

Bobby nodded slowly, “I want to go in with a team.”

Simmons raised an eyebrow, “Excuse me?”

Bobby took a deep breath and released it through his nose, “I know I’m not trained for stuff like this, I get that. But, Athena is my wife, Director. She is the reason I’m still breathing and I need my face to be the one she sees first. I can do this, just let me. Let me save her.”

Simmons had serious reservations, it was against the rules, the law even. He didn’t know why Bobby would ask to do such a ridiculous thing but he thought back to his own wife and kids and he knew that at the end of everyday, Bobby was just a man, a husband, a father, a friend. He was more than just a Captain or a co-worker. He had heard a lot of Athena, how great of an officer she was, how talented and steadfast. He heard many stories of her over the years and knew she was one the world couldn’t lose.

“Alright,” said Simmons and Bobby’s eyes widened in surprise. Simmons pointed a finger at him, “But you stick very close to a SWAT member. Don’t you go off trying to be your own hero. You wanna get Sergeant Grant out of there alive, listen to everything they say.”

Bobby thanked him, tears gathering in his eyes. He went to walk away when Simmons grabbed his arm, stopping him.

“Don’t you dare make me regret this, Nash.”

Bobby nodded and went to join a team.

Athena never regretted much in her life, except what happened to Emmitt Washington, but in that moment she regretted not telling her family how much she loved them, how much they meant to her. She regretted not telling Henrietta and Michael that she appreciated their friendship, telling Buck that she admired his strength, telling Eddie he was doing an amazing job raising Christopher, and telling Chimney and Maddie that she was proud of how much they’d grown together. She regretted not always jumping into her husband’s arms with her legs around his waist and kissing him like it was the last time. For all she knew last night was the last time. She closed her eyes and prayed.

Athena’s eyes snapped open when she heard a choking noise and she looked over to see Officer Garcia being choked by a different gunman. Officer Garcia was one of the youngest people there, she had a two year old daughter and a husband at home. Athena felt her heart drop into her stomach.

“No!” She shouted without thinking, “Stop it, don’t hurt her!”

The man stopped and everyone looked at her.

“She’s just a kid,” Athena said, her voice cracking so she cleared her throat, “You’ve already killed one of us, please just leave her alone.”

The man who had been choking Garcia rushed over to her and grabbed her by the hair at the back of her head and yanked her head back so that her face was tilted up to his, causing Athena to whimper slightly at the pain.

“I’ve had about enough of you, bitch!” He shouted, “You say one more thing and you’ll regret it!”

Athena looked at his face and hated the burning of tears at the back of her eyes from him tugging so harshly at her hair, “You can do whatever you want to me,” she managed to get out, “Just leave the rest of them alone.”

“Oh, how noble. Just for that I’m gonna kill another one.”

He let her go and stood up as she shouted at him, trying to grab at his ankle but he turned and kicked her in the side of the head, causing her to fall over onto her side, the cuffs slicing deeper into her skin. She saw stars and then she heard the sound of a gunshot and a few screams. Tears flew down her face but she didn’t have the strength to get up and see who had just been murdered. She remained on the ground, silently praying that God would have mercy on her and they’d just kill her.

“This is the police! Let those officers go and come out with your hands up!”

“Fuck!” the leader exclaimed, “We need that extraction van, now!” The others raced around the bank while the officers felt hope swelling in their chests. Officer Garcia looked over at her Sergeant, who was still laying on the ground and she wasn’t moving.

“We won’t ask again!”

Next thing anyone knew, smoke bombs exploded in the room and all anyone saw was white smoke. They all coughed as SWAT members came up to them, snapping their cuffs off. Silencers went off and bodies dropped as the gunmen were being overpowered. Bobby fought his way through the smoke in search of his wife. He stumbled into Officer Rose who looked at him with wide eyes.

“You have to save, Athena! She’s over there!” The woman pointed to a figure laying on the ground. Bobby rushed over to her and saw the blood on her face.

“Oh my God, Athena! Athena, can you hear me?” He was slapping her cheeks but her eyes wouldn’t open. He prayed hard in his head to the highest being that his wife would be okay. He put one arm underneath her legs and the other across waist as he lifted her in his arms. Athena’s head lolled to the side as she groaned and her eyes slowly opened. Soon, she was staring into her husband’s terrified face.

“Bobby, you came for me,” she whispered before she went limp in his arms. Bobby ran out the exact way they came, making sure that the SWAT could handle the rest on their own. He ran around to the front, screaming that he needed help. He told them that he didn’t know where the blood was coming from as they placed her on a gurney. He hopped in the back of the ambulance, keeping his eyes on his wife while holding her hand. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, like he was under water but she needed him to be strong, he knew that.

A few hours later, Athena groaned and Bobby’s head snapped up to look at her. She tried to move but felt strong hands push her gently onto the bed.

“Relax, baby, you’re okay. You’re safe now,” came Bobby’s voice and Athena’s eyes flew open. She looked over at her husband and burst into tears. Bobby quickly joined her on the bed and held her as she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. She was sobbing into his shirt, soaking the front with her tears.

“I thought I was gonna die,” she said and her voice cracked, breaking Bobby’s heart, “They killed him!” She cried, “They shot him right in front of me and I-I couldn’t…” she let out a shaky breath.

“Shhh,” Bobby said soothingly while rubbing her back, “You need to rest, Athena. I promise I’ll be here when you wake up and we can talk about anything you need to. For now, close your eyes and rest.”

A few seconds rolled by before she responded, “Will you still hold me?” Her small voice asked and he kissed her forehead for a few seconds before tears gathered in his eyes.

“I will hold you until my last breath, baby. I love you so much.”

She took a breath, breathing in his scent and letting it surround her, “I love you,” she whispered, “Thanks for coming to get me.”

Bobby placed his hand on her beating heart as tears rolled down his face. He looked up to the ceiling silently thanking whomever was listening that the love of his life was safe, “Always.”

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PLS SEND HELP CAUSE I'M DROWNING IN CASTIEL SEASON 6 FEELS AGAIN!

hear me out. he rebelled for Dean. he fought by his side. he ressurected Bobby and brought Sam back. yet to be...completely ignored by Dean FOR THE WHOLE FCKING YEAR when Dean lived with Lisa????

and what does he get? a fckin WAR again. he has to fight the arcangel AGAIN. why? because he doesn't want people he cares about so much to go through the same fcking terror once AGAIN.

and he's all alone in this.

ALONE

why? because when he thoght about turning to Dean for help he just realizes...Dean actually doesn't need him anymore. he just lives happily and rakes those goddamn leaves at Lisa's yard. He didn't call, he never prayed to his angel, not even once. just to... you know?? CHECK IF HE'S OKAY I DUNNO???? Cas, buddy I need you/okay thanks bye i don't anymore.

And yes, sure Castiel thinks on Dean first. If he's so happy, I can't ask him, i can't put that weight on his shoulders again. because i love him, despite he doesn't care about me anymore.

I think that's the main reason he turned to Crowley.

Because he's going through this war with his heart broken.

And yet when Dean's back on track, and he prays to him just to...solve some random shit again... Castiel comes to help. Because it's Dean.

Just fckin imagine what he was feeling at that exact moment???? Can you hear the bitterness in "You think I came because YOU called?"that is there just to cover the pain he feels?????

omg it just destroys me. it rips my heart to shreds.......

And then, when they found out about his deal with Crowley???? "Where were you when I needed to hear it?" "I was there. Where were you?"

Yeah, sure.

THERE.

Raking those fcking doggamn leaves i wanna burn them to the groundddddddddddddddd dasdfghjkl