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The Adventures of Dr. Tits | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader
Summary: Jake gives you the world's most obnoxious nickname. Bradley has an identity crisis. And you're the one making sure everybody gets home safely on New Year's Eve.
Warnings: Fluff, swearing, suggestive language, drinking, beer pong
Length: 2800 words
Pairing: Beer Boy and Sugar! Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader (former fuckboy college student Bradley)
This is a one-shot to accompany my fics Old Habits Die Hard and Right Girl, Wrong Time! Banner by @mak-32 Check out my masterlist for the reading order
Bradley walked into the bedroom and froze as you were putting on your favorite pair of earrings. "What's wrong?" you asked, shaking your head at him. "Why are you staring at me like that?"
"You look fucking hot."
"Oh," you said with a smirk.
"This is a new dress," he rasped, running his fingers along the black fabric at your shoulder. "I really like it."
You kissed his cheek and whispered. "I knew you would, Beer Boy. It has a very low neckline."
He scoffed, "That's not the only reason I like it." But his eyes hadn't strayed from your chest for nearly thirty seconds. When his gaze finally met yours, he added, "My wife looks beautiful in everything."
"We're not married yet," you reminded him as his hand skimmed down your arm to your left hand and your engagement ring.
"Only because you didn't want to get married the day after I proposed."
"We were standing in a Denny's parking lot!"
He just shrugged and laced his fingers with yours. "Sounds perfect to me. As long as it's us."
"A Denny's parking lot," you emphasized, and you could tell he was trying not to smile at your look of indignation.
"Nothing's too good for my girl," he replied, barely concealing his laughter.
"Incredible," you muttered as you tugged him closer for another kiss. "You can take the Beer Boy out of the fraternity..."
He followed along, fingers linked with yours, as you led him into the dining room so you could finish setting up. "Wait, wait, it's like mistletoe. We have to kiss when we stand here," he said, leaning down to kiss you hard and proper in front of the doors that said SUGAR WILL YOU MARRY ME?
"Like mistletoe? I can't believe how sweet you are," you whispered as his lips trailed down to your neck.
"Let's call everyone and cancel." His tone was coaxing and his lips felt amazing.
"No," you moaned softly. "It's your Top Gun holiday party. And it's New Year's Eve."
When his mustache grazed the top of your chest as he said, "I'd rather tell everyone else to beat it so I can fuck my fiancée," you almost caved. But you promised everyone months ago, when you first moved to San Diego, that you and Bradley would host the annual party. There was a running joke that they got so wild one year, they almost got kicked out of a restaurant. But there was no way that was true.
"We have to host. I promised."
"This better be low key. Seriously, I just want a nice, quiet night in," he grumbled.
You laughed while he acted like he was being tortured as he helped you carry the pretty punch bowl and crystal glasses you found at a thrift store into the dining room. "Everyone will be gone right after the stroke of midnight," you promised him. "And I thought you liked your coworkers?"
He grunted and shrugged. "No, I like Nat. Bob's okay. Jake's annoying. The rest of the guys are fine."
"Oh my god," you whispered in awe, wrapping him up in a hug. "You love me the most, and I'm the only person you're not cranky for, Beer Boy."
He chuckled and pressed his lips to your temple. "You're just catching onto this now? Ten years away from you has made it so that I want to be with you all the time."
Okay, well now you were thinking about canceling after all. If he was going to be extra sweet like this, you wanted him all to yourself as well. But then you heard someone knocking on the front door. Before you let Bradley go, you said, "If you're well behaved tonight, we can talk about wedding plans tomorrow."
He perked right up. "I'll be so good."
"But it's still a firm no to the Denny's parking lot."
When you let Nat inside, she gave you a hug and said, "Hey, nice tits," before carrying a bottle of champagne to Bradley. At least now he had his friend to talk to. And you really didn't think your dress was that low cut...
After another knock, you let Bob in, and as soon as he looked at you, he was blushing profusely and stuttering. "Welcome, Bob," you said, really starting to regret wearing this dress in front of anyone except Bradley. When you leaned out onto the porth, the neighborhood was all lit up with twinkle lights. This was your first December outside of Virginia or Chicago, and it was still fairly warm outside. As you propped the door open for the others, you didn't think you'd ever get used to this kind of luxury. You had warm weather and the love of your life.
Soon Javy, Mickey and Reuben arrived with three identical smiles as they looked at you and gave you lingering hugs. "Okay, yep, that's enough," you said as Mickey squeezed you extra tight.
"Hey, Baby! Sugar!" Bradley was calling from the kitchen as you followed the guys in. "Oh, there you are. Do we have any solo cups and ping pong balls? And didn't I buy a case of PBR?"
You just looked at him like he'd lost it. It was New Year's Eve, and you were in your new dress. You even made sure he actually looked nice tonight instead of wearing one of his ratty old tee shirts. You had champagne, and he made crab dip and mini quiches to serve everyone.
"Maybe in the hall closet? And I'm pretty sure I talked you out of the case of Pabst Blue Ribbon," you said with a frown. "That's cheap fraternity beer, Bradley. We have actual incomes now. Only good beers all the time."
"That's okay," he told you with a quick kiss as he headed for the hall closet. "We can just play with the champagne!"
"What?" you asked, ready to follow him, but the guys had turned up the music. When you looked in the dining room Nat was moving your punch bowl to the floor in the corner, and Reuben was carrying four glasses precariously stacked up in each hand. "What's going on?"
"Rooster said he's a beer pong master," Javy said, before shoving three mini quiches into his mouth at one time.
Reuben was laughing. "He said he used to party at his fraternity house, but we don't believe him. Not Rooster."
"No," Mickey added. "Rooster always follows the rules. Never breaks them. And he never gets drunk."
"We're playing fucking pong," Bradley said when he returned wearing a backwards cap and holding red solo cups and a pack of ping pong balls. Everyone cheered. "They don't believe I'm a ringer, Sugar," he whispered just to you. "I'm about to fucking smoke their asses."
"Don't get too drunk," you said as Nat took the solo cups and squatted down to fill them using the punch you made with extremely expensive champagne. "Oh god."
"Happy New Year," drawled a voice behind you, and you spun to see Jake holding two more bottles of champagne. His gaze dipped quickly down to your cleavage before returning innocently to your face. He shook his head and said, "You know, sometimes I think Bradshaw might be onto something here."
"I'm never wearing this dress again," you muttered as he handed you both bottles with a huge grin on his face.
"Now where's everyone else?"
Just then, loud cheering erupted from the dining room, and you walked through the doorway to find Bradley and Javy playing against Bob and Mickey. Nat changed your playlist to one that sounded like it belonged at an actual frat party, and Reuben was scooping one of your crystal glasses into the crab dip and eating it with a spoon.
"What the fuck?" you gasped. It was like you were back at the Beta Gamma house ten years ago as Bradley took his nice shirt off and tossed it onto the doorknob of the door that said MARRY.
"I'm about to kick your ass, and the dining room table isn't even regulation size," Bradley told Mickey as the WSO missed a shot. "Sugar, we need to look for a table that's regulation dimensions, okay Baby?" he shouted over P.I.M.P. by 50 Cent. He just kept sinking shot after shot into the cups, and Bob was already looking drunk.
So maybe they all really did almost get kicked out of that restaurant before?
Jake was unbuttoning his shirt as well now as he said, "I have next game. There's no way Bradshaw can get this lucky all night long."
Bradley smirked and laughed as he looked at you. "I can, and I do, Hangman. Don't act like you haven't seen Sugar before."
Jake laughed, and the other guys cheered. You cradled your forehead in your hands as Bradley wolf whistled at you. "Jesus," you muttered, trying to decide if it was a good idea for you to get drunk yourself or if you needed to babysit the whole group.
"Why isn't your wife playing with you?" Nat shouted, and you contemplated closing the front door before your neighbors complained about the noise.
"We're not married yet!" you replied, but Bradley had his arms wrapped around you immediately.
"Sorry, Baby. I got excited and just grabbed Javy. You know what they say about old habits, and I haven't played beer bong in years. You're my partner next, okay? Your boobs will help distract the opponents."
You gave in and started laughing, because this whole thing was ridiculous. You let Reuben serve you some crab dip in a crystal glass, and you ate it while everyone around you got progressively drunker on your champagne punch.
Once Bradley and Javy handily won the matchup, he kicked Javy to the other side of the table to team up with Jake who was now completely shirtless. "You're up, Baby," Bradley said, reaching for you with so much excitement. "We're going to kick ass like we used to." His lips tasted faintly of champagne when he kissed you, and you were surprised. He was so good at this game, he rarely had to drink anything.
"Winning team goes first," Jake said, rolling the balls across the table to you as Nat set freshly filled cups in front of you. Bradley arranged the cups perfectly like this was actually his profession instead of aviation. And you just stood there and laughed as he stepped behind you and helped you square your hips.
"Okay, now, you need to be awesome, Sugar. Just like college. Because I've got like street cred on the line here."
"I got you, Beer Boy," you promised him and he moaned softly in your ear.
"Remember, it's all just a math problem, and you're so fucking good at math." He released you with a little pat on your butt, and then he was peeling his sweaty undershirt off and tossing it aside before fixing his hat. As soon as you were able to stop laughing, you tossed the first ball with a perfect arc, and everyone in the room watched it splash into the solo cup right in front of Jake while Bradley whooped.
"What did they teach you people in Virginia?" Jake asked, looking at you like he was thoroughly impressed. And then you watched Bradley toss his ball into one of the cups, and Javy groaned as he and Jake picked up their cups and drank.
"Roll those balls back over here, boys. We made both of our shots, so we go again," Bradley said before he kissed you hard in front of his friends. "Do you have any idea how badly I want to marry you in that Denny's parking lot tomorrow?"
You were laughing as Nat, Reuben, Mickey and Bob all lined up on your side of the table to cheer you on with the crab dip. "Kick their asses! Jake and Javy are good at everything!" Nat shouted over Big Pimpin' by JAY-Z. You did a little dance and then tossed your ball directly into another cup.
"It's just math!" you said with a smile.
"It's math!" Bradley reiterated to Javy and Jake. "And I feel bad for the two of you, because she's a mathematician." Then he made his second toss, too. "And I lived in a fraternity house for three years."
Jake and Javy looked miserable as you chanted, "Chug, chug, chug!" until they emptied their cups. Then you made another absolutely beautiful throw, and Bradley didn't let you down. In fact, the two of you made every single cup, and Javy and Jake didn't even get a chance to throw a single ball.
"House rules! You drink our cups, too!" Bradley informed them, gesturing to the untouched solo cups lined up at your end of the table.
"Get to it boys," you said as the others cheered.
Bradley was all over you again as Javy coughed and sputtered as he tried to chug champagne. "I swear to god, Sugar, if we weren't already engaged, I'd propose right now," Bradley told you as you adjusted the cap on his head and ran your fingers through his curls that stuck out from beneath it.
"I'd say yes again," you whispered just for him. "Who's ready to get their asses kicked next?" you asked everyone.
You and Bradley cleaned up so handily, the two of you were barely buzzed, but everyone else was hammered by midnight. The front door was still wide open, and the TV was on as you waited for the countdown to the new year. Bradley popped a bottle of champagne just for you and he to sip as Nat sat on the floor right in front of the TV with the punch bowl on her lap. Most of the guys were lined up on the couches, but Jake came right over to you when he stumbled out of the bathroom.
"I need to know how you did it," he slurred to Bradley as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pointed at your chest. "How did you manage to get Dr. Tits here? She's exquisite."
You sputtered as you laughed. "Did you just call me Dr. Tits?"
Jake leaned in close to your ear and laughed. "I'm sorry, but I can't even remember my own name right now, darlin'."
"Okay, Hangman," Bradley said as he handed you the bottle of champagne and pulled Jake off of you. "Clearly she has a thing for fuckboys. You can look, because she's smoking hot and it would be impossible not to, but you don't get to touch."
Well, you couldn't deny that. Jake winked at you as he sat down next to Nat before laying on the floor. Bob had the hiccups, Javy was asleep, Reuben was still eating the crab dip, and Mickey was running to the bathroom to throw up as the clock struck midnight. "I love you," Bradley promised before he kissed you sweetly. "And I think we should spend the day tomorrow laying on the couch and talking about getting married. What do you say, Dr. Tits?"
You pressed your lips together and then said, "Only Jake is allowed to call me that," as you erupted into laughter at the scandalized look on Bradley's face.
You kissed his cheek as he said, "I swear, just for that, it's Denny's or nothing, Sugar."
"We'll talk about it tomorrow," you replied laughing as you looked at the sloppy mess of Bradley's coworkers on all of your living room surfaces. "Now help me get all of them in Ubers so you can help me out of my dress."
"Oh, hell yes," he replied as he started clapping loudly. "Wake up guys. Rides are coming. Time for you to go so I can get lucky."
The two of you herded everyone outside and into the two cars when they showed up. "Night, Dr. Tits," Jake announced loudly to your entire quiet street as he kissed your cheek before Bradley shoved him into the waiting SUV.
"Dr. Tits..." Reuben said with a laugh. "Sounds like a superhero who is very good at beer pong."
"She is a superhero. She puts up with Rooster's shit," Nat said as she climbed in behind Jake.
"I think my sister went to Comic Con as Dr. Tits one year," Mickey said deliriously as Bradley helped him with his seatbelt. "The many adventures of Dr. Tits. She's my favorite Avenger."
Javy was already asleep on Bob as the cars pulled away, and Bradley scooped you up on the driveway and carried you back toward the porch. "You wanna go on an adventure with me, Sugar?"
You took his hat off and put it on your own head. "Are you talking about undressing me or marrying me right now?"
"Both," he replied easily as he kicked the front door closed behind you.
"Then yes."
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Evan Buckley x fiancée reader
Reader and Evan are recently engaged. Reader gets shot by the sniper instead of Eddie, Buck gets covered in her blood and attempts to save her (like the episode) and then just go from there please ❤️🩹. Please include lots of angst, sadness and happiness too 🫶
EMERGENCY ROOM - E.BUCKLEY
after a completely normal day on the job, you get shot seemingly out of nowhere. buck does not handle it well.
WARNINGS: spoilers for 04x13 and 04x14, established relationship, major character injury, blood, guns, buck is on the verge of a mental breakdown for most of it
buck x fiancée!reader II flangst Il 4.2k Il requests open!
a/n: i had so much fun writing the little fluffy bits at the beginning and the end i love them your honour
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“I know right?” You finally had a few minutes to fawn over your newest accessory now that you’d managed to secure Charlie away from his mother and get him into an ambulance, holding your left arm up in front of you and wiggling your fingers to show off the shiny rock on your ring finger towards Eddie. “Who would’ve thought he was so focused on the details?”
“Hey!” Buck nudges you as he walks past, shaking his head with a smile. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“People like you aren’t exactly known for their ‘detail orientation’ Buck,” Eddie laughs as he walks past him, pushing his head with the palm of his hand. “Good job on defying expectations,”
“Hey I am plenty detail oriented thank you,” gestures outwards exasperatedly, glancing at you for backup for his statement. You give him nothing more than a shrug of your shoulders.
“Shannon was the same when I bought her ring don’t worry,” Eddie pats Buck’s shoulder. “Went on this whole rant about how she never expected me to put so much thought into how it looked, I think it’s just a girl thing,”
“It’s not-” You scoff, putting a hand up in front of him in absolute astoundment. “I am trying to show my appreciation for the thought that went into making this ring fit my preferences, and you are making me feel disrespected,”
You point between the two boys in exaggerated disappointment, turning your face away from the two with a click of your tongue and a shake of your head.
“Oh come on baby seriously?” Evan sighs dramatically, crossing his arms over his chest and letting his head fall back until he’s facing the sky.
“You’ve hitched your wagon to a tank,” Eddie pats Buck’s shoulder once more, and the two share a short laugh.
“I’m gonna ride with Charlie to the hospital, you two good to get back to the station and tell Bobby?” Buck nods towards Eddie, giving him a small nudge towards the ambulance. “Yeah go ahead, we got it from here,”
“Thanks,” He returns Buck’s nod and then sends a finger salute in your direction. “See you later Mrs. Buckley, try not to kill him before the wedding,”
You laugh shortly at Eddie’s jest, shaking your head. “See you Eddie, give us a call if anything happens,”
“Will do!” He shoots the two of you a wave as he jogs towards the ambulance, climbing inside before the doors get shut behind him.
“Mrs Buckley,” Buck takes a few steps forward to grasp gently at your hips and pull you close to his chest, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I could get used to the sound of that,”
You give a soft hum as his lips press to your temple, turning your face upwards to kiss him properly. “I’d hope so,”
You pull out of his grasp with a soft laugh, pressing the keys to the paramedic car against Buck’s chest for him to take before actually beginning to walk towards the vehicle.
“We’ll have to get you a new turnout jacket too,” Buck follows behind you with a smile etched onto his face, eyes scanning over the last name printed on the back of your jacket. One you wouldn’t have for much longer.
“It’d be pretty confusing to have two Buckleys in the same station, the jacket might have to stay,” You turn around to face him once more with a smile of your own, arms crossed across your chest. “We’ll know the truth though,”
You shoot Buck a wink and he laughs, stopping a few feet in front of you and mirroring the way your arms are crossed with his own. “Are you saying that I can’t show off the fact that you’ll have my last name to every single stranger we meet on the job? Because I don’t know if that’s gonna fly with me,”
“I’m sure you’ll find an excuse to let them know, you’ve got a talent-” Your retort is halted by a sharp sound, then a searing pain in your right shoulder, and then you can feel yourself tumble to the floor as your legs give out underneath you under no will of your own.
Buck flinches as you do, a mix of shock from the noise and an instinctual reaction to the splatter that covers side of his face and stripes of his button down shirt.
Then it feels like the world just stops. Buck stands there with wide eyes as he watches you hit the pavement, in an awake state of sleep paralysis as a pool of blood begins to seep onto the pavement and stain the tarmac red underneath you.
He wanted to shout, to run, to move, Anything.
But he couldn’t so much as curl his hands into fists as he stood stationary in shock, eyes wide and locked onto where you’d crumpled into yourself on the concrete.
It took one of the other firefighters on the scene physically tackling him down to the ground for him to move, and even then his eyes never left yours, just barely open as you slip in an out of consciousness.
“Get down!” Mehta yelled across the group of vehicles as he pulled Buck behind one of the trucks, covering him with his own body as he tried to radio for help. “Shots fired. Shots fired a firefighter is down. I repeat, a firefighter is down!”
Buck can feel himself hyperventilate, his hearing going quiet until the sounds of the civilians nearby are drowned out and replaced with his own racing heartbeat. He watches as your hand crawls forward along the pavement in his direction as if silently trying to confirm to him that you were okay, but the far away look in your eyes wasn’t reassuring him at all.
Then your eyelids fluttered and you weren’t looking at him anymore, your hand left still in front of you with the stones on your finger glinting in the sunlight like a sick taunt of Buck’s anguish.
Shots continued to rain over the fire engines, and as Mehta moved from Buck to radio dispatch again he mustered all of the strength he physically could under the rush of adrenaline in his system to make a break for where you were laying, crawling underneath the bed of the truck as cover as he watched you roll from your side onto your back. “Come on baby! I’m coming I got you!”
You groan through the pain as you roll over, still conscious despite the agony raging through your shoulder and down the rest of your arm as you squint your eyes from the harsh sunlight.
Buck gets as far out as he can without exposing himself to the raining shots, grasping at your wrist as soon as he’s close enough and tugging until you’re dragged under the engine and onto the other side protected by the metal of the truck.
The friction sends another sharp wave of pain through your body, a sharp yell leaving your throat as you’re dragged across the concrete.
“Get her in the cabin! Quickly!” Mehta and a few other firefighters from station 133 rush to open and prep the back of the truck to cover you inside, and Buck pulls you into a fireman’s hold over his shoulder as quickly — and carefully — as he can to secure you safely.
Another shot is fired in the group’s direction as you’re pulled out of Buck’s hold and onto the seats, shattering the glass of the window and only further hastening the efforts of the firefighters as everyone clambers into the truck to rush away from the scene, leaving the paramedics car you’d driven over in erupted in flames on the side of the road.
“Okay, we got you, we got you you’re okay,” Buck lays you down across the back of the truck with help from one of the paradmedic’s from station 133 with panic written all over his face, continuing to speak reassurances to you in haste, mostly trying to reassure himself that you would be alright.
He rips open the top of your uniform shirt, paying no mind to the buttons that are pulled from their stitching in his haste to cover your gunshot wound in gauze and stop it from bleeding out. “We got you baby you’re okay, just- just stay with me okay?”
Your vision is blurry as you blink up at him, and you can vaguely hear Mehta calling for a trauma unit on standby as you attempt to lift your head slightly to clear your vision of Buck’s face. “…Are you hurt? There’s a lot of blood..”
Buck follows your eyes as they trail down the stains covering the front of his torso, and he shakes his head quickly as he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face. “No no no, I’m good baby, you just hang on for me okay?”
The hand that’s not stopping your wound from bleeding all over the place moves to cup the side of your face, thumb brushing over your cheek softly, a stark contrast to the way he practically barks at the driver of the truck to hurry up.
You barely manage to lift up your arm to cover his hand with your own over your cheek, shaking your head slightly under his palm. “You shouldn’t shout at people…”
“I know baby I’m sorry-” He takes a sharp breath in as he turns his attention back to focusing on you and not on the fact he felt like this drive was taking forever.
The paramedic in the back helps to stabilise your head as you start to slip out of consciousness again, and buck rubs his thumb over your cheekbone to get you to keep your eyes on his. “Hey, three minutes away, you’re so close, I just need you to hang-”
It wasn’t working very well.
The paramedic preps and secures an oxygen mask over your mouth as your eyes start to flutter closed.
“I just need you to hang on…please…”
This wasn’t what was supposed to happen.
He’d just asked you to marry him, you were supposed to be spending the evening celebrating.
You were supposed to get married and have children and grow old together.
Not get shot and bleed out in the back of a fire truck.
Buck jumps out of the vehicle the minute it stops in the hospital, practically screaming for the doctors to come and get you out.
“Through and through, upper torso,” Mehta explains your injury with just as much panic as Buck, although remains decidedly more collected as he barrels out of the front to watch you get pulled onto a gurney. “Large caliber-”
“We’ve got transfusion ready-” One of the nurses gives Mehta a nod before stopping as she takes in the last part of the explanation. “Did you say large caliber?”
“It was a sniper-”
“Pulse is weak! Trauma bay 2, quickly!” The medical team rush with you on the gurney towards the entrance of the hospital’s emergency unit with Buck watching on like everything was happening in slow motion. “Let’s set up for a thoracotomy-”
“Buckley, are you okay?” Mehta looks over at Buck with concern written all over his face as he examines the stains of your blood covering his face, torso, and hands, and Buck waves him off with nothing but a dismissive nod as an answer as his eyes remain locked on the door you disappear into, the the 133 firefighters, Mehta included, following after you inside.
He was not okay.
—
“Hey,” Eddie approached Buck carefully, but he still jumped at his voice anyhow. Eddie gave a short sigh through furrowed eyebrows, face contorting in concern. “She’s gonna be okay man, she’s strong, you know that don’t you?”
Eddie placed his hand slowly on Buck’s shoulder, immediately able to feel the trembling in his hands that traveled up his arms and into his back. “She was standing right in front of me I-”
“Hey.” Eddie swerved Buck to look at him, shaking his head. “This was not your fault. Nobody knows what happened. When’s going to be alright, you’ve just gotta put faith in her,”
Buck took a series of short, staggered breaths through his nose with a small nod, clasping his hands together to keep them from shaking. “I need to change- And have a shower-”
“You need to take a second to breathe,”
“You don’t get it I-” Buck exhales heavily, his eyes flickering as he turns to face Eddie. “I can still feel it under my fingernails and no matter how many times I wash my hands it won’t go away-”
“Okay slow down for a second,” Eddie raises his hand up to stop Buck from falling into a spiral. “You can’t go home alone like this, you’re not okay,”
“I don’t know what to do-”
“Alright, you’re coming back with me, come on,” Eddie pats Buck’s shoulder, guiding him through the parking lot towards his car.
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A sniper who was specifically targeting firefighters, who would’ve thought.
Being sent back out into the field wearing bullet proof vests and swat protection didn’t feel any more secure than proceeding unprotected Buck thinks. If they were going to get shot with a bullet proof vest on then the sniper would just aim for somewhere not covered by the vest.
And it only proved to remind him that you didn’t have the protection you needed when you were shot. Why should he be surrounded by swat agents and covered in kevlar when you weren’t afforded the same luxury.
You ‘took one for the team’ as people would say. But you shouldn’t have had to. Why you?
It was such a selfish thought, but he would’ve rathered any other firefighter on the scene get shot as long as it wasn’t you. He’d’ve rathered get shot himself than it being you.
But apparently the universe was conspiring against him, making him watch and suffer from the sidelines as everything he cared about got ruined one by one.
Maybe that was why he was so reckless. Maybe that was why he climbed the crane with zero protection when he knew he could’ve been shot at from any of the windows of the surrounding skyscrapers and loose his own life whilst still debating how he would live if you lost yours.
He could see the look Bobby gave him as he was lowered down to the ground again, preparing himself for another scolding about him being ‘reckless’ once they got back to the station.
But it never came.
In fact, Bobby didn’t speak to him at all.
“Are you gonna say anything to me?”
Bobby puts down the chopping knife with a sigh, turning around to see Buck leant against the kitchenette sink. “I don’t know Buck, what would you like me to say?”
“Uh… I mean- I mean usually it’s- ‘what were you thinking?’ or ‘that was reckless’ or my… personal favourite ‘you could’ve been killed’.”
“It doesn’t seem like I need to have that conversation, you know it by heart already.” Bobby gestures exasperatedly before picking the knife back up to continue chopping the onion on the table in front of him. “And still, you went full Buck.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing-” Buck approaches Bobby slowly, arms braced over his stomach in a self-soothing fashion.
Bobby sighs once more as Buck doesn’t drop the conversation, giving up his chopping to put his full attention on Buck. “You’ll never be the guy who thinks before he acts. And i’ve learned to come to terms with that,”
”In part because I realised I don’t have a choice, you’re never gonna change,” Bobby gestures outwards with his hands before clasping them together. “But also because… I know no matter what actions you take, no matter how dangerous or impulsive they may be, they come from your heart because you care.”
“Wow, uh, thank you,” Buck gives a soft chuckle as he claps his fist into his hand, clearly happy that he wasn’t getting a scolding this time around.
“Today was not that.” Bobby paused for a second before continuing. “You didn’t get caught up in some moment and rush in where angels fear to tread, you made a deliberate choice to make yourself a target.”
“Yeah.” Buck shrugs his shoulders exasperatedly. “I made myself a target because I wasn’t gonna let any of you guys take that risk because I cannot handle anyone else getting hurt right now.”
“And what about her? How do you think she would feel if she wakes up in the hospital to find out you got yourself killed because you weren’t being careful?”
Buck didn’t really have an answer to that question.
“You have responsibilities Buck. You have a responsibility to this team, you have a responsibility to your fiancée, and most importantly you have a responsibility to yourself.” Bobby shakes his head disappointedly, crossing his arms over his chest. “You cannot keep putting yourself in reckless situations Buckley because there are people around you that need you alive.”
Buck exhales heavily, biting the inside of his cheek. “Look I couldn’t protect her from getting shot, but today? I had an opportunity to protect the rest of you. So I did.”
Bobby sighs as he turns back to the half diced onion, finishing chopping it slowly. “We are a team, and we’re supposed to protect each other.”
There’s a small moment of silence before Bobby turns to look at Buck for a final time, a stern expression on his face, although lingering traces of gracefulness simmer into the wrinkles by his eyes. “Don’t do it again.”
—
The doctors said the surgery went well. It was probably one of the most relieving moments of his life.
He didn’t have time to visit you immediately though, the team had to go on a call out first.
And of course, because nothing was ever easy, the man who’d called 911 from the fire was also the sniper who was targeting firefighters.
Bobby ended up with a pistol shot to his abdomen, and after helping Athena get into the building dressed in firefighter gear to subdue the sniper the team headed straight to the hospital, now with two team members induced for bullet wounds instead of just one.
Bobby’s was much less severe than yours, but he was still put in for surgery, and Buck decided that it was a good time to visit you down the hall in the recovery unit.
You were still unconscious when he arrived, and it physically pained him to see you hooked up to so many machines as he took a seat at your bedside.
“Hey baby…” He took your limp hand in his own, fingers brushing over your knuckles and the ring still resting on your finger. “The doctors said that your surgery went well… So you should wake up soon…”
He lets out a small stunted exhale as he lifts your hand up to his mouth to press a kiss to your fingers. “I was so worried about you… God you scared me half to death-”
He continues to fiddle aimlessly with your fingers as he recounts the events of what happened to your sleeping self, how he risked his life, how Athena ran into a burning building to find Bobby and how he’d been bothering Eddie and Christopher for the last few days so he wouldn’t have to be on his own.
He told you how he’d moved the reservation of your engagement dinner so you wouldn’t have to miss it, laughing softly to himself at how excited you were to go to that specific resturaunt and try everything they had to offer.
He stayed after regular visitor hours were over, using his position as your fiancé to stay just a little while longer as a priority visitor, not wanting to miss the moment you woke up.
He ended up missing it anyway.
You woke up slowly, eyes fluttering open to the florescent lighting and the rhythmic beeping of the heart rate monitor.
The most prominent thing though, was an added weight on your left thigh, right near your stomach.
A mop of sandy blond hair is what meets your sight first, then your follow it down to his broad shoulders and his back, awkwardly bent forward in his chair to lay his weight on top of you. Then you noticed your hands caged together, his fingers intertwined with yours and held close to his chest.
The sight makes your heart melt a little, and you smile softly as you achily pull your right hand over to thread your fingers through his hair.
He stirs almost immediately, and you can feel his eyelashes brush against your thigh through the thin hospital bedsheets as he pushes himself upwards slowly until he’s supporting his own weight again.
“Hi baby…”
Buck lets out a short breath as your voice meets his ears, features flooded with relief. “Hi…”
You mirror the smile that breaks onto his face with your own, expression still laced with fatigue but also filled with your absolute love for him. He’d really stayed with you in the hospital for so long he’d fallen asleep.
“How’re you feeling?” Buck’s gaze flickers from your face to your bandaged right arm, and you give him a small shake of your head to dismiss his worries.
“I’m okay, takes more than puny bullet to put me out of commission,” You give him a soft wink and he gives you a little chuckles in return.
“You’re one tough lady…” he leans forward towards you until your foreheads brush against each other and your noses bump together. “I’m glad you’re okay…”
“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” You laugh softly, shaking your head against his and causing your noses to brush back and forth. “You put a ring on it remember?”
You pull back enough to flash your hand at him and show of your ring like he wasn’t the one who bought it for you.
He pulls your hand down into his lap without a care in the world for looking at the gemstone on your finger, his eyes not wavering from yours for even a second as he cups your face for a kiss, one filled with all the love and pain and anxiety and relief that he’d felt over the last few days.
“I love you so much-”
His lips leave you almost breathless, and you give his hand a soft squeeze. “I love you too Evan,”
He pulls you in for another kiss almost before you can even finish your sentence, and you laugh softly against his lips at the fervour. as you return his enthusiasm.
He shifts his hand down from your face closer to your neck as the kiss continues, and you groan against his mouth as it brushes a little too close to the brushing around your shoulder, pulling away with a hiss of pain.
“Ow ow ow-”
“Oh I’m so sorry-” Buck brings both his hands up away from you like he’s not exactly sure what to do with them, eyes wide in imminent panic of hurting you further.
The expression on his face sends you into a small for of giggles, and it’s enough to ease his panic back into calmness as you prove that he hadn’t actually hurt you.
“You always were a little rough with your hands,” You tilt your head against the pillow with an amused expression on your face, and it’s enough for him to crack a smile himself as you reach up your hand to pull his head back down towards yours.
Your lips connect more with his teeth than his own lips as you kiss him through his smile, and he laughs softly into your mouth at your statement. “You’ve never complained,”
“I never will complain,” You shake your head against his softly with a laugh of your own, one that’s cut off by his lips on yours once more.
All’s well that ends well he supposes.
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Okay! The Gilear plush has arrived. This is my best attempt at all of his lines. Two have been unintelligible to me, and several are pretty long and fast which made it hard to follow.
My search history is.. hospitals near me, foot stuck in object, head stuck in object
You're low, he's low, It's Gilear's day baby!*
A guy on the street kicked me in the nuts as hard he could
I don't like "lunchlad"
Help me to understand what I have done to deserve this
My horoscope says "today is a good day to die motherfucker"
I ate a quick cup of yogurt on the way over here to bolster my spirits after I changed, I'm ever so sorry
What do you mean "When" life gives you lemons
I went to apply for the guidance counselor position but I was usurped by a drug dealing werewolf named Jawbone
In my haste to put the armor on I buckled the leg plate and think I clipped the tip of my penis against one of the leg plates and Everytime I move it feels like it might fall off so I ASSURE you demon I have no pride to speak of!
In highschool I was voted "Most Likely To Get Pushed Out Of A Tree"
My car was repossessed by the ride share app that I was working for
It's actually a good thing that no one came to my birthday party because the bounce house flooded and was swept out to sea
I just discovered that *all* of my emails have been going to everyone's spam
Unfortunately I have been banned from that hot air balloon service not because of anything that happened to me in particular but the guys who run it just sort of know my whole deal
Mmm this yogurt tastes like *potatoes*
I asked the woman at Home Depot why my plants kept dying and she said it seemed like they were reaching away from the sun
I've found out recently that one of my shoes is so filled with mildew because a pipe in my bedroom is leaking and I've developed a fungal infection in my foot which I didn't know was possible for elves to get
I don't think that I've ever "Peaked" in that we started neutral and have been going downhill ever since
I am currently trapped in a storm drain. The bottom half of me is above the ground, the other is below
Another Own Goal for Gilear Faeth, yes
Everyone knows you eat 7 spiders in your sleep every year, but I have a bunch coming into me the backway
My sandcastle I'm afraid was destroyed, as I was about to finish it, the tide came in and with it a man holding a bazooka who shot me and killed me
I know you're not going to believe this but Ive just been kicked by a snake
I found out the hard way that people can legally reject status as an emergency contact
The title of my autobiography is going to be Gilear Faeth: Please Stop
On my way here I was carrying a large bowl of Italian wedding soup which shattered on the ground in front of me and several of the small pasta balls rolled through the cracks and alerted vermin to my presence. I've since learned after a trip to the hospital I am deathly allergic to the sting of millipedes which is a way of me saying I need someone to come down to the hospital and pay for this. There is a doctor holding a gun to my head and now that I think about it this clinic is in the back of a storage unit and I think have gone to the wrong place
he said and I quote "he'd stomp my goon ass" if I ever got on his bus again
Gorthalax it was very nice to meet you, you've made a cuckold of me
We're the throw up boys!*
I've been informed that the brownies I consumed were laced with cannabis and rat poison
I am completely unprepared for the perils ahead and am deeply frightened, I'll go get the coffee
A gorilla monster punched me so hard in the back of the head I died
Today I have been hit by 3 scooters
Everytime you squeeze my hand it breaks several small bones
My imaginary friend as a child ghosted me because he said I was too depressing
Do you want me to go back? I warn you, it will break me
Can I interest you in an herbal soda? You must understand I am an intern at a ponzi scheme*
When I go to sleep at night I dream of a world where I might be able to walk through a field without stepping on a rake or gopher hole
If anyone needs me... I will be surprised.
If it wasn't for bad luck, Id have no luck is both true and what was written upon the billboard I crashed through
I wonder if any of these will feature in Junior year 👀
*Thanks to @cappa-cappa for telling me the lines I wasn't able to make out!!
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✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧
WARNINGS: Blood, stabbing, violence, kissing, mentions of suicide
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✧CHAPTER 15✧
The day was pretty crazy with all those crazy issues in the way of the couple’s special day, and yet they overcame all those problems without getting upset at each other. They say that weddings are truly a test to prove how strong the couple’s love is, and those petty obstacles didn’t break their love. Now married, y/n smiled as she washed some dishes. Heeseung offered to watch the baby, letting the couple have their privacy.
Riki walked into the kitchen, a towel around his neck, collecting a few water droplets from his hair. He saw her at the sink, smiling as she washed the dishes. His arms wrapped around her waist, his face at her neck as he placed a few soft kisses “Do you like doing dishes babe? It’s our night and your smiling while washing a practically clean plate” he pointed out as the girl snickered, washing her hands and drying them on her apron.
She turned around to face him, kissing his jaw as the male smiled “Tell me wifey, what do you want your dear husband to get for you?... new car? A boat? A bigger mansion in an expensive country?” Riki asked with a smile as the girl shook her head. “Please, I already have the perfect husband, a sweet little son, our family just walking distance from here, and a nice home to share with my love… I could just die” the girl said with a smile as Riki kissed her forehead.
Just as she said that, the woman fell unconscious in his arms. It all happened in a second, he barely had the time to even process what had happened, until his eyes fell on the growing, deep red area of her dress, her teary eyes meeting his. Someone shot her. Riki screamed, yanking open a drawer, grabbing a gun as he held her tight in his arms, the two, on the ground, as multiple bullets shot through the window.
“FUCK THOSE MOTHER FUKCERS- baby stay awake for me yeah? I called the boys they’ll be here yeah- FUCK-” Before he even got a chance to finished, the man was knocked out cold, with a blow to his head. The 2 remain unconscious in the kitchen. “Dare kill my brother Nishimura?!... you think I’d let you get away with that?!!!” The man asked, smirking and laughing as he kicked the man. “Now look who’s head is at my feet…” the man laughed.
A few hours had passed, Riki woke up in the living room, his wife at the feet of Yeonjun, as he was tied to the staircase. “And we meet Nishimura. Sorry about your wife bro, see I needed you to know just how it feels when someone you love gets killed.” Yeonjun calmly said “So now we’re even right? Anyways I know you’re going to kill yourself right after because I just killed the only human you’d die for, but before that, why don’t you sign this contract and hand your drug empire over to me hmm?” Yeonjun simply asked as the younger male glared holes into him.
Yeonjun faked a pout as he knelt down before him “You really think I can’t get it if you don’t sign this paper?... fuck it boys, lets go.” Yeonjun said as he left, the men left all ovens, microwaves, stoves and everything on before pouring gasoline all over as they left the building. Riki broke out of the ropes before running towards Y/n who was barely moving, her eyes flutter open as she choked up blood. “R-Riki you need to leave now.” she sternly stutterred as Riki lifted her from the ground “Im not leaving with out y-”
“Riki no you have to… I’m not going to make it ok?.... Just promise me one thing… you will continue being a drug lord, heck the biggest one worldwide, everyone should know you and fear you, and our son will be just like you yeah?” She managed to say as Riki flinched at the explosion just beside them “Y/N JUST SHUT UP YOU’RE COMING WITH ME, WHATEVER HAPPENS YOU WILL BE THERE TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO YEAH?! Y/N- BABE-” The man screamed as he started shaking her.
He couldn’t waste anymore time… He had to leave… so he left. And the building blew to pieces…
✧𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓✧
(No this is not the end…Infact this story is just starting….)
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Personal Belongings
Summary: How Santiago lost his mother's necklace and Frankie ends up saving his life, aka the moment Santiago falls in love with Frankie.
Content: heavy angst content (Vegeta voice: it's over 9000!!!), blood, gore, violence, guns and injuries it's like a Tarantino movie in here.
Wordcount: 2,700
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One of the first things they did to Santiago when he arrived at the military camp was to take away all his personal belongings.
The rule is: no jewelry allowed, unless it is a wedding band or a religious symbol. It meant that the only thing Santiago got to keep on his person that day was the catholic golden cross necklace that his mother had gifted to him at his Christening.
The official reason is that the military wants to ensure that every soldier complies with the strict code of appearance. Every soldier has to look presentable when they are representing the flag of the United States.
And sure, Santiago can be convinced that might definitely be a part of it. But even at 18 years old Santiago was smart enough to figure out that the real reason was to strip soldiers of their individuality and identity.
And that's what they did. They stripped him of every personal effect he was wearing on his person–every clothing item and every accessory. Heck even the glittery braided bracelet his niece had made for him before he shipped off was put in a metal tin box. The only thing left on his body that was not owned by the government was the symbol of the Crucifixion of Jesus.
Santiago might still be catholic under a technicality, but no one in their right mind would call him a devout believer. Not with the things he gets up to on a Sunday afternoon instead of going to Mass.
So it is incredibly ironic that the only item that was left was something that failed to reflect who he was in any real way that mattered, except that maybe he is a little bit of a mama’s boy.
It's a joke he loves to tell in a crowd. It always goes over well over a beer and a handful of tequila shots.
Things change when his mom passes away. It's no longer something he jokes about without feeling the crushing weight of loss dragging at his heels. So he doesn't.
Instead, he clings to the necklace as a source of a reminder of who he is: his mother's son.
Santiago does not wear it in any service for a higher power, but simply as a reminder of the person he loved the most in the world and the person who loved him back unconditionally. If the cross is a symbol of anything, he guesses it would be that. The reminder that he used to be loved.
The day Santiago loses his mother’s necklace goes like this:
They’re in the jungle. It’s hot and sweltering. The smell of rotten soil and sulfur is ripe and clings to every inch of his skin. It’s the kind of stench that is going to take weeks before he is able to scrub it off once he’s back to civilization.
He has a constellation of mosquito bites itching under his shoulder that he can’t reach to scratch. All in all, it’s a pretty shit day before it has even had time to start.
Morale is low, and the team is in a mood as rotten as the smell around them. The intel that got them here smells even worse.
On the way over, Frankie looks grim, and Santiago swears he can practically hear his molars grinding against each other.
"You okay there Frank?" Santiago asks.
Frankie look like the fucking world is ending, and shoots him a wordless look and nothing else. He doesn't have to say anything for Santiago to know what he's thinking.
It's never a good fucking sign if Frankie, who's the calmest in their unit is on edge. It's like the mine canary flapping its wings agitatedly seconds before dropping dead, a bad omen if Santiago's ever known one.
But it's not like they can turn back and call it a day, so the only thing they can do is soldier on and walk straight into the death trap that they all know it to be.
The only thing Santiago can do right now, is to make his best friend feel a little bit better and pretend they're not lambs being lined up for slaughter.
"Hey Frank, What do you call someone who joined the military out of spite?"
Frankie raises an eyebrow, then shrugs his shoulders and Santiago puts on his best shit-eating grin before he answers the man.
"A petty officer."
The dark cloud seems to clear from Frankie's expression and the man barks out a laugh, shaking his head but he can't wipe off the smile curling at his lips and he certainly can't hide it from Santiago even as he tugs down his cap as far as it'll go.
And as Santiago observes the man in front of him, eyes still crinkling with amusement, he can't help but think to himself that if shit goes down today, there's nobody else he'd have next to him.
They’re uncoordinated and out of sync from the get-go. Jimmy the newbie gets trigger happy, and bullets starts flying before Santiago's even had a chance to properly step foot in the building.
Ironhead is cursing up a storm, and gets zinged on his thigh, shouting at someone, anyone to cover his six, cause butter-fingered Jimmy is not standing where he was supposed to be standing.
Santiago gets three, maybe four clean shots in, before the orders to retreat sounds from the comms, not a second too soon, that have them pull back like a pack of sad looking dogs with their tails tucked between their legs, evading bullets and falling debris as best as they can to get back to the rendezvous point.
It's stuffy and hot, and Santiago's ears are ringing from gunshots fired off too close to his head. The walls are narrow, with live electrical wires that he's sure will end his life if he gets too close. There's protruding metal pipes poking at his back and neck, snagging across clothing and skin. He's bound to get tetanus even if he makes it out of here alive. It's a fucking mess.
Firefly's voice is on the comms, doing a roll call and it's not until Santiago readjusting his earpiece that he notices it.
It's not there.
Fuck.
His throat is bare.
Fuck.
His mother's necklace is not there.
fuckfuckfuck.
Where did it go? Where the fuck did it go!? Shit!
Cold sweat breaks out across the small of his back, trapped between his gear and vest and -- fuck, he can't think. Where could he have dropped it?
Everything is chaos around him, and his eyes flits between the concrete wall behind him, riddled with bullet holes, and the clear path in front of him back to the meeting point.
Someone is screaming his name, but he can't hear who it is over the cacophony of screaming and bullets being fired off in all directions. He can't goddamn think with all this noise. Just needs everything to shut the fuck up and stop for just a second so he can retrace his steps.
He still wore it this morning. Still had it in the vehicle. Pretty sure he felt the cool metal chafe against the bare skin on his collarbone as he stepped into this building. It wouldn't have just fallen off on its own. Something must've snagged it, he must've gotten it stuck somewhere. Shit where did it--
A sudden force yanks him backwards by his gear, and Santiago slams backwards into the wall with a blunt impact that punches the air out of his lungs. Frankie's face is inches from his, palm on his chest as he's pushing Santiago up against the wall, fury brimming in his eyes.
"Pope, what the fuck!" Frankie roars at him. "Pay attention to your goddamn surroundings! You almost got shot out there."
But Santiago doesn't take in his words, all he can think about is that narrow hallway. The protruding pipes and wires that had snagged against his skin on the way out. That's it isn't it? It's there, has to be there.
"It's in the building."
Frankie's looking at him like he's a madman, and he's probably right. "What?"
"I have to go back, Frank."
"Have you lost your goddamn--" Frankie doesn't get to finish the sentence before Santiago is already on his heels, charging back in.
It's all a blur. He doesn't know how he manages to evade the searing bullets that he can hear perforate the concrete, inches from his head. His heart is galloping so hard it's reverberating against his ribs like a stupid ping pong ball.
Blood floods his ears, and he can't really make out any sounds except for his own harsh and ugly breathing as he tries to race back to the same narrow hallway that he can see crystal-clear in his mind's eye.
The air is pungent with sulfur and burnt metal. The sound of pop, pop, pop, and high-tuned whistle that rings sharp and painful in his ears. Maybe he's grown too cocky and careless, just like Redfly warned him a million times before, but it doesn't even feel like a real threat anymore as he ducks and searches the dusty rubble of the ground for the familiar golden chain.
He doesn't make it far.
The first bullet goes straight through his right knee.
The second through his lower abdomen.
Santiago doesn't even feel the pain at first. Adrenaline kicks in hard and fast, pushing through his veins straight to his head. The rush is almost nice. Makes him lightheaded. Makes his steps feel light, even against the heavy sensation of dragging himself across the ground to take cover behind the wall.
He can't feel his face or his stomach where his hand is pressed up against the wet leaking wound to slow down the bleeding.
It serves him right. He's such a fucking idiot. This is why the army doesn't allow you personal belongings. So that idiots like him don't go and run back into the line of hostile fire, trying to retrieve things. It's baggage. Useless emotional baggage that you cannot afford to hold onto. This is how one dies in war.
His breathing is staggered. The pain is returning with a vengeance now that the initial burst of adrenaline is tapering off. It fucking hurts to breathe.
This is how he's going to die. He's going to die here. Like this. In enemy territory, some 7,000 miles from Florida. Away from his mother's house. Away from his childhood bedroom that he hasn't been back to for a year. But maybe that's just as well, his mother is no longer there after all. Will never be back there.
His fingers feel slick and the sting of rusted iron and gunfire is overwhelming his nostrils.
Santiago almost wants to laugh. It's a damn shame he dropped his mom's cross because if there ever was a perfect fucking time to take up praying again, this'd be it.
The insides of his mouth tastes like dirty metal (blood he realizes) and each breath comes with a staggering pain against his sides, until he almost wants to stop breathing.
Maybe this is okay, (fuck it hurts). Yeah this... this is fine. He's fine with this. That it's him lying here and not someone else. At least… at least it's him and not Firefly who's got a wife and a kid on the way. Or Ironhead with his younger brother and mom waiting for him at home. Or Catfish-- fuck thank god it's not Frank. Out of everyone, even though there's no one else he'd rather have by his side when he goes out in a blaze and glorious shame, now that it's happening Santiago is just really glad that it's not Frank lying here.
Hopes that Frankie's already stepping into the vehicle to safety back to their safehouse.
Santiago closes his eyes, forcing himself to breathe despite the pain. Frank's gonna be pissed. The anger that was already burning in his eyes when Santiago almost got shot... He doesn't even want to imagine how pissed the man will be when he finds out Santiago was shot. Twice.
His fingers are numb. He can't even feel the bullet hole anymore. Not sure if he's pushing down with the right pressure. Too hard? Not hard enough? Shit, it doesn't matter now. It's going to end regardless.
But it's fine. He's…. he's had a good run. Traveled to places places he'd never thought he'd get to set foot in as a kid. Laughed, drank, fucked.
It's the choice he made and he'd redo it all over again if he could. There's no regrets...
A phantom sensation lingers around his hand. The feeling of your pinkie curled around his. It lingers there, like you're standing right in front of him, the way you did three months ago by the drop off point.
Maybe one regret...
'I'll be back before you've had a chance to miss me.'
His only regret is that he won't be keeping his promise to come home to you.
He was supposed to take you to his cousin's wedding.
Supposed to take you to see that new Fast and the Furious movie.
Supposed to land at Tampa airport and see you standing there by the arrivals, with your welcome home balloons and your big smile and --
But it'll be--(oh fuck it fucking hurts)--it'll… it'll be okay (right?). You'll be okay, he's sure of it. Give it a year, maybe even two, and you'll be okay, you're resilient that way. The strongest, toughest person he's known in the two decades and then some on this blue planet. In a year, you'll move on. In a year, you won't wait for him to come home anymore. In a year you'll probably have forgotten his name.
You'll be--(jesus fucking christ, it hurts. he can't- it just hurts and oh god he doesn't want to di--)
"Garcia!"
It's Frankie's voice.
Fuck.
He's not supposed to be here.
He's supposed to be in the van. 70 miles per hour down the bumpy unpaved road they came from. Well on his way to safety. Not here, out in the open, where it's open season for a bullet to eat into his skull while trying to save Santiago's dumb and miserable ass.
Santiago takes one pained and staggered breath, breathes in the sharp rusted air that feels like knives and crushed glass into his lungs and opens his eyes.
The first thing that greets him is those familiar eyes, the same fury and anger burning in the brown charcoal as before. Frankie's pissed alright. There's an irate set to his jaw, as his arms comes around Santiago's torso. Frankie's solid strength dragging him backwards, screaming for backup.
Santiago doesn't remember much after that. He blacks out. Consciousness comes to him in bits and pieces. He vaguely recalls staring up at the blue, cloudless sky. Being propped up and held up as they haul him into the van. The bumps and snags on the road as he lays on the hard floor of the vehicle. Remembers seeing Frankie's calm, grounded brown eyes and hearing that familiar raspy tone telling him to "stay with me, Santiago".
He thinks he tries to answer Frankie with a yes. Instead all that comes out is a garbled choked sound steeped in blood.
But it doesn't even matter, all Santiago knows in that moment is that with this man by his side, watching his six, he could probably stay and live forever.
The one thing Santiago remembers clear as day is Frankie's voice echoing in his ears and the unwavering strength of his grip as his hand clutches onto his.
Despite the cold numbness that seeps into Santiago's chest, the warmth of the man's voice seems to heat him up from inside out.
"I've got you. I've got you, Santiago. It'll be okay."
…and for the first time, yeah, Santiago thinks maybe it will be after all. Even without the necklace. Even without his mom... There's still someone in this world who cares about his useless ass.
Dedicated to fellow angst monster queen who came up with this idea with me: my co-pilot thirstworldproblemss and some of the angstiest bits are written by her. Don't listen to her when she lies and says she doesn't angst. She angsts good.
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#oscar isaac#pedro pascal#triple frontier#triple frontier fic#triple frontier fanfic#triple frontier fanfiction#santiago garcia#santiago garcia x reader#frankie morales#frankie morales x reader#santiago garcia x reader x frankie morales
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poison!hee the type of boyfriend to be like 'she's not a hoe, she's my future wife and the mother of my future children' when someone says hoes before bros when he leaves their hangouts because y/n needed him.
poison!hoon the type of brother to buy anything y/n wanted or set her eyes on because he wasn't able to spoil her growing up and their parents never bought them anything but be super siblingish about it : 'i got you your favorite drink that you are obsessed with even though i'm pretty sure it was give you diabetes', 'i know you have this hoodie in a different colou, but listen the green one looked better on you so here- someone has to have some fashion sense for your lack of', 'ning said you thought this was pretty- i bought her one so i got you one so you don't whine about me loving her more'
poison!jake the type to stalk hee and y/n on their dates in complete disguise and somehow drag poison!jay into it and if poison!won is in town then him too but hee and y/n notice them and act out a whole argument to mess with them and they're panicking now cuz THE PARENTS ARE FIGHTING
poison!ning the type to ask y/n out on girls dates while they shop but both hee and hoon tag along cuz they're protective and its just them following them like guard dogs while carrying their bags and letting them use their credit cards.
and finally this one (which is just my opinion!) poison!hee and y/n the type to have a shot gun wedding (mostly cuz a traditional wedding have too many steps including parents and it puts both the siblings and hee in a sour mood)during a group trip to vegas (that they saved up years for) because they have everyone they need- hee does buy a pretty dress for y/n and cries when he sees her in it and hoon is emotional and they have a lovely afterparty at a hotel/resort before they send off the newly married funded by hoon because he doesn't want to think of his best friend railing his sister in the room next to theirs- 💫 (can you tell i've been thinking about poison too much? i can't help it i am emotionally attached to every character- except sumin SHE CAN CHOKE)
no pls you telling me your thoughts about poison and how much yoj think about it makes me so so so happy, it literally made my day 😭 but i absolutely agreebwith all of them, especially the one with the boys and the sunghoon one BUT THE SEUNG ONE AS WELL URGH INLIT AM SMILING SO BIG 😭😭😭 pls keep them coming i'm currently trying my best to find motivation to write the next chap 🫣
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Welcome to the Circle of Love ep 1, better titled as Warlord Amnesia BDSM aka thank you for the present, youku!
Youku once again proves that its short dramas are where it’s at. I will be very sad once the censors inevitably wake up to the craziness going on in short dramas but until that day, welcome to Republican warlords the way they should be done - violent and sex having! Ep 1 packs a lot in its short 11 minute runtime. And not an innocent ingenue or wholesome male lead in sight!
We open on a woman in a bridal outfit who is having a very hot wedding night but not the way she imagined.
Our poor heroine has just seen her whole family, including dad, massacred and flambeed.
I especially appreciate the shot of the pocket watch she drops because nobody will convince me it’s not a little nod to Too Late to Say I Love You, the last time a proper length cdrama had an appropriately unhinged and murderous warlord ML.
Anyway, two years later, meet our scrumptious ML aka Warlord McWhorington. He is known for three things (a) murdering heroine’s family aka richest family in wherever and thus earning bigwig’s approbation (b) sleeping his way to the top by banging bigwig’s daughter (no, the gossipers make it explicit he earned his rank in bed. They are wrong, it’s clearly bed and murder) and (c ) being a violent sexy headcase.
He is there to chill with his girlfriend/sugar mama (who is rocking the possessive unhinged secondary girl vibe like a 2002 kdrama secondary girl, I am all for it!) but his attention is drawn by a pretty, masked singer. By his girlfriend’s reaction, not the first time either. Do they have oats in China? Because that man is clearly sowing his.
Anyway, everyone dances and the singer deliberately swaps partners to dance with sexy warlord. His gun IS big and very hard after all.
Bwahaha secondary girl, same!
Masked dancer lady makes small chitchat like asking him if he prefers to bury his enemies’ bodies whole or chopped into pieces and what he likes to do with his women. “If she is an enemy, make her submit” replies the hero in case we didn’t get before what kind of kink we are catering to here!
Then he gropes her in public! But it’s OK, everything nothing pervy, because he’s just disarming her from the gun and knife she somehow hid under her slinky clothes. Ooooh boy, pls censors, don’t come for short dramas for years, I need my unwholesome fun.
There is clearly no covid social distancing in the 1930s.
It’s OK, she steals the gun back and prepares to end him with the cliche but pithy “go to hell.”
Unfortunately for her but fortunately for this not becoming the world’s shortest drama, he’s removed the bullets. Oops.
“Chivalry is dead,” quoth the warlord as he knocks her out.
The mask is removed and shocker!!! It’s the wedding dress lady from the opening/the surviving daughter of family warlord offed. How he could not tell it was her with the few little beads covering her face is beyond me. I know he’s around weapons a lot but gun noises damage hearing not eyesight.
We go back to the opening scene or shortly after, during which we see her confront him after the flaming hot wedding night and he informs her that yes he offed her fam but fair is fair, his fam murdered 10 people in his, made his father starve to death and made him watch his mother be raped and then commit suicide. I’d say “otherwise known as Thursday in cdramaland,” but let’s face it, this hasn’t been a thing in proper length cdramas in a decade and I feel like someone who’s been seeking the grail of dogblood melo for so long and finally found a whole store’s worth of said grails.
I used you to get close to your family explains the hero, and poor heroine, born too early for Goodbye My Princess to exist, is stunned.
She attempts to murder him (as one does), misses him and falls into the water and as she’s getting soaked and rinsed, we get a flashback in a flashback (flashback squared?) to their happy times.
Now we are back in the present and she wakes up chained in his room. There are worse fates tbh.
And then, in a twist that surprises utterly nobody, she goes “who are you?” because the Lord is kind and good to me and has time-traveled this drama to 2005 and we have AMNESIA!!!!!
Anyway, ep ends and I am hooked hooked hooked! This is like someone putting every Fei Wo Si Cun novel into a blender, and I cannot resist. Take a bit of Goodbye My Princess, stir in a large portion of Too Late to Say I Love You and some Siege in Fog; from previews later even a touch of Sealed with a Kiss. And we are ready!
I approve of all these people being dark and unhinged and murderhappy and not wholesome role models proper dramas keep giving us. I approve of the hero looking hot AND like he eats. I approve of the heroine being all about slaughter. Etc.
This is not as cracktastic as Maid’s Revenge - after all ML’s clothes stayed completely on the whole ep, and not as good as A Familiar Stranger or as atmospheric as Provoke but it further cements my feeling that short dramas are where it’s at for me.
PS ML of Too Late to Say I Love You says hi!
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Suletta Sunday omg holy crap!
My reactions More or less in order. But probably a jumbled mess. Spoilers ahead.
Ahem...
Oh wow we’re really just getting right into it.
Damn, Suletta really loves her mom and sis and doesn’t want them to become even bigger war criminals.
Damn it Laudna, you’re emitting peak incel women hating energy right here. Stop it.
Suletta is officially the best damn pilot of the show, maybe Eri was holding back a bit but still the fact she’s flying through all of Aerial’s bits is something I don’t think even Guel in a gundam could really do.
Somebody else is in the data storm? Oooo our elusive Notrette perhaps?
Oh crap, the Assembly league has a death star. A big one. Annnnd of course those bene gesserit looking bitches are not only saving their own skins but making a play to be the top dogs. Ugh.
Elan 5 a little bit of a badass.
*Gives gun to Belmira “I could never” (oh come you know you’ve basically killed scores) “I’m not giving a gun to a student.” (Damn it I almost like this guy even though he killed Nadim and basically started this whole mess)
“where did you get a gun?” “Who cares?” LOL
I always knew Haro’s were evil. Always knew it!
Damn Propera hitting them with the “You didn’t think I would change the password?” good villainess shit there.
Damn it Laudna, why do you suck sooo damn bad? Guel just kill his ass, the additional ptsd will be worth it.
Oh damn Guel is gonna die nooooooo not our boy!
*Sees flashback of when Guel met Laudna and Guel was immediately an accepting big brother happy to have a little bro.* Sniff, I’m not crying. Damn bro.
Felsi you goddamn miracle. MVP. Would have bet money one of the brothers was gonna die but nope, not if Felsi had any say in it. Attagirl!
Miorine calling out Prospera’s clear favoritism of Eri over Suletta.
Miorine remembering what I assume is a whole ass genome sequence she learned of yesterday that translates to an I love you from her mother to override Quiet Zero was absolutely baller and she’s got a galaxy brain if there ever was one.
Damn Bel, way to step up a bit.
Damn Elan5, nice shot.
Miorine basically telling Prospera “I’m marrying your daughter no matter what, we’re gonna be a family. So deal.” Happy Pride month indeed! Love to see it!
Oh crap, here comes the double cross from the bigwigs, they’re a firing the laser!
Eri noo!
Prospera’s mark? What’s going on there?
ERI NOOOOOO!!
Holy crap most of Aerial actually survived that? That Gundam really is built different. But did Eri still die? Is there anything left of her? If not, Prospera’s gonna utterly freaking lose it on somebody.
Closing thoughts Next episode is called the Final Episode? Huh, feels a little weird to title something that. I doubt this series is gonna get another season (Really wish it would, it’s done pretty damn solid storytelling for the amount going on and the small amount of episodes it has. Though still it definitely could have benefited from more episodes and a little more time to breathe and develop certain plots)
I mean hopefully maybe it’ll at least get a movie (Gundam 00 did it) or a spinoff at worst (freaking Gundam Seed had like 3 right?) So here’s hoping we get to see more of this Gundam timeline cause damn, they made a solid and fun anime with this one. Last episode I’m almost positive we’re gonna get Delling talking about what exactly happened to Notrette and why he made Quiet Zero (I’m still positive it’s a Gendo Ikari thing, I’ll eat a hat if I’m wrong.) and also, hopefully we’ll finally get to hear wedding bells!! Get the best dresses! Chuchu should be Miorine’s maid of honor and Guel should Suletta’s best man! Don’t @ me.
#gundam witch from mercury#gundam witch spoilers#g witch#suletta mercury#Prospera Mercury#miorine rembran#ericht samaya#Gundam Aerial
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Heart Of Glass-Rooster Bradshaw.
Chapter Fifteen.
WC: 1,660
C/W: Creepy men, talk of pregnancy, alcohol consumption.
HOG Masterlist!
Mazy was bar tending at the Hard Deck part time, the rest of her dagger squad had come to visit her.
"Hey guys," Mazy smiled as she saw the group walk in. Penny needed some extra weekend help and Mazy was more than happy to help her with it. Weddings and babies were expensive and they needed the money.
"Hey darlin'," Rooster walked behind the bar and gave her a side hug and kissed her cheek.
"How're you guys doing since the mission?" Mazy grabbed some empty glasses and filling them with beer on tap.
"Doin' just fine Storm. I got the wedding invitation." Hangman took the beer and smiled.
"You guys better not act like fucking fools at the wedding," Mazy giggled handing them all beers.
"No promises," Phoenix laughed.
"Coyote look at me," Mazy leaned on the bar looking at the tall man.
"Yeah?" He flexed looking at her.
"No stupid jokes at the wedding." Mazy laughed. Coyote smiled shaking his head, "Now guys get out of my hair it's busy in here."
"Oh come on Mazy," Bradley frowned slugging an arm around Mazy.
"Bradley go have fun, I'm working." Mazy pushed him off of her, Bradley easily had so much height on her. She was short just like her father and Bradley was tall just like Goose.
"Fine, if anyone gives you trouble tell me." Bradley kissed her cheek once more and they went off to the pool table.
Mazy shook her head taking peoples drink orders and mixing up different drinks. Keeping everyone busy, once it would slow down she would go visit with her friends.
"So you knocked up Mavericks daughter, how is that going?" Hangman laughed grabbing a pool cue.
"It's going fine, me and Mav settled our mellow drama." Bradley grabbed another pool cue as Hangman took a shot at the balls.
"Well, ain't that good. I'm sure you two will have a beautiful baby." Hangman smirked.
"Just as long as our babies healthy I don't care if they have tails, ears, or five eyes." Bradley chuckled.
"She'll be perfect Bradshaw-Mitchell offspring." Phoenix took the pool cue from Hangman taking her shot.
"She? Isn't it too early to know? If I didn't know any better I wouldn't of even known Storm was pregnant." Coyote sat back watching.
"I just have a hunch they're having a girl." Phoenix shrugged and gave the stick back to Hangman.
"You guys will be the best uncles and aunties." Bradley took a shot at the balls.
"Uncle Jake," Hangman laughed to himself. He'd been talking more with Bradley and Mazy both. He knew he sometimes came off as a dick and that wasn't his goal.
"Don't push it," Phoenix nudged the blonde boy.
"Now won't you be a doll there and get me another beer." A guy leaned on the bar handing Mazy his empty glass.
"It'll be $3.25." Mazy sighed taking the man's card and putting it in the chip reader.
"Now you gotta pretty little body there." He swooned. Mazy had known this scheme all too well. It happened pretty much every time Mazy would come and bartend for Penny. Some gross guy would come and hit on her. She'd try to ignore it but if it got too much she'd ring the bell.
The bars patrons would wrack up a big bill and send the guy over board.
Ignoring the man she handed the man back his card and filled his glass.
"Thank you, what's your name darling?" He smirked shifting his gaze from her boobs to her eyes.
"Mazy," she sighed. She hated when anyone else but Bradley called her that. Mazy walked away from the guy and tending to other customers.
Bradley kept a tight eye on Mazy every time she worked the bar. He hated when men treated her like some object to pounce on and try to snag.
Bradley had gotten in his fair share of fights with men hitting on her. God forbid they grab her arm or her waist.
~2011~
Mazy's first time at Top Gun is the first time she really had talked to Penny since she was still living with Mav.
She had went down to the Hard Deck with Phoenix. It had been hard for Mazy as Bradley was deployed and she was being pushed to her limits daily to be the best of the best.
Iceman had a close eye on her and it was difficult. She had been out of the academy for around a year. She had already proven herself to being just as good as pilots who'd been flying for decades longer than she had.
It was weird for Mazy to be under constant Uncle Ice's watch and not in a good way.
Mazy had been sent as she was flying recklessly, like her father did.
Ice could see right through her and see that it was her daddy issues talking.
He had sat her down in his office and had a chat with her. If you want to keep your career, if you want to graduate at the top of your class. You need to commit to flying like how you fly not like your fathers. I know you two have your issues but this is for your safety.
So Mazy found herself at the bar chugging down a beer.
"Mazy Mitchell," Penny came out from the back.
"Penny," Mazy cleared her throat and sat up straight smoothing out her khaki uniform.
"You've gotten so much older," she chuckled, "I think last time I saw you, you were 15." Penny came around the bar and hugged her.
Mav had been on a mission that brought him to the San Diego area and Mazy had staid with Penny for a few days.
"Yeah," Mazy breathed out hugging the older women taking in her familiar scent. A scent that brought her back to a younger, innocent, and less resentful time of her life.
"Get called to Top Gun?" Penny pulled away looking at her taking in the familiar Mitchell look. Green eyes, dark brown hair, Mazy's sun freckles coming in from the San Diego sun.
"Yeah, that's my friend. Well Best friend Phoenix." Mazy pointed at Nat where she stood talking to some other aviators.
"Flying solo? Back seater?" Penny raised her eyebrows.
"Solo right now, Phoenix is my wingman." Mazy smiled sitting at the bar Penny taking a seat next to her.
"Good to see you following the Mitchell footsteps. Do you still talk to Bradley? That's his name right?"
"Yeah Bradley. We're uh...we're uh, dating. Yeah we've been together for three years? Four? Something like that. He's uh on deployment right now." Mazy rubbed her forehead trying to get her thoughts straight.
"Good for you, if he's anything like his father was he's a good man." Penny rested her hand on Mazy's forearm.
"He's amazing, I really don't know what I'd do without him." Mazy smiled thinking about the special boy in her life.
~2022~
"Come back here green eyed beauty," the intoxicated man called, "Mazy get me another drink." He slammed his glass on the bar.
"Hold on a moment sir," she huffed getting frustrated with the man as she filled another persons drink from one of the beers on tap.
"Don't keep me waiting," he laughed as Mazy handed the other person their beer.
"Same thing?" Mazy sighed grabbing the glass.
"Yep,"
Mazy filled the glass and brought it over to him and the man grabbed her hand.
"Hey let go." The man had a tight grip on her,
"Come on let's get out of here Mazy. Someone as pretty like you shouldn't be slumming it around here." The man winked pulling her close. Bradley watched the whole ordeal go down. He usually left Mazy to deal herself because he knew she got frustrated when he intervened.
Bradley rushed behind the bar and with no words or warning Bradley rang the bell behind the bar.
"Sorry fella," Bradley smirked.
Mazy pointed at the sign, "Disrespect the lady, the navy, or put your phone on the bar you buy a round and get kicked out."
The man rolled his eyes as everyone cheered as people began to wrack up his tab. Bradley and Hangman picked the man up, "Overboard! Overboard!"
Bradley and Hangman chanted, same as everyone in the bar.
"Don't disrespect my wife ever again," Bradley yelled as him and Hangman tossed the man into the sand and slammed the door to The Hard Deck.
"Thank you Bradley," Mazy rubbed her eyes and got herself a cup of sprite.
"Anything darling, no one can treat you that way." Bradley came around the bar and kissed the top of her head.
Penny took over bartending as Mazy sat on a barstool by the pool table as the dagger squad took turns playing pool.
"I heard you have a feeling I'm gonna have a girl." Mazy rested her hand on her still flat stomach.
"It's just a feeling, but I hope I'm right." Phoenix nodded taking a seat on the stool next to Mazy.
"I actually have had a couple of names picked out." Mazy shrugged.
“Tell me!” Phoenix smiled sitting forward.
“I haven’t talked to Bradley about it yet.” Mazy giggled, “But.” Mazy leaned forward and so did Phoenix.
“If the baby is a boy I want to name them Nick. After his father.”
“I like that,” Phoenix nodded.
“What’re you girls whispering about?” Hangman walked over leaning on the table.
“None of your business, Bagman.” Phoenix laughed shoving him lightly.
“Baby names.” Mazy smirked.
“We haven’t even talked about that,” Bradley spoke from where he was bent over the pool tabling shooting the ball.
“Well Phoenix is my bestie so of course I’m gonna talk about it with her. But I’ll tell you we can have the final say.” Mazy giggled.
“I like the name Jake,” Hangman laughed.
“Yeah humble yourself over there Hangman.” Mazy nudged him.
#top gun maverick#bradley bradshaw x reader#bradley rooster bradshaw x reader#bradley rooster bradshaw#rooster bradshaw#top gun phoenix#jake hangman seresin#hangman seresin#penny benjamin
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Monthly Fic Recs ~ June
It's been a busy month for me, but I took some time to read whenever I could. The list includes everything from comfort to filthy smut.
I have been trying to branch out a little bit, so while most of the fics below are from the Supernatural fandom, there are still plenty of other options to choose from.
Alright, so let's get to it. Here's what I read in June.
Enjoy!
Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.
All fics are from the SPN fandom unless otherwise noted.
~Drabbles~
Imagine... Promising Dean You Won't Let Go ~ @luci-in-trenchcoats (Dean x Reader)
Tease ~ @waywardnerd67. Author's Summary: While out working a case, Dean receives a special text from his girlfriend.
Who, What, Where? ask game ~ @stusbunker
Dirty Talk (Dean x Reader)
Tell Me About... ~ @impala-dreamer
Not Normal (Jensen Ackles x Reader)
Hurt/Comfort Drabbles ~ @trexrambling
“hey, hey, hey, it's okay… it's okay. you're okay.“ prompt (Dean x Reader)
~Ficlets~
What He Doesn't Say ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: When Dean learns that you’re sick, he drives all night to get to you.
~One-shots~
It's Just A Spark ~ @waynes-multiverse. Author's Summary: When Dean gets into the usual trouble, he doesn’t necessarily expect to meet someone unusual. Y/N’s an enigma he can’t seem to shine a light on, leaving him to wonder if there’s such a thing as meeting someone twice.
No Title ~ @littlegreenplasticsoldier. Author's Summary: None (Dean x MOC!Reader)
Don't Mess With Witches ~ @eevvvaa. Author's Summary: On a witch hunt, Dean is willing to be bait. What could go wrong?
Just You and Me ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Y/N finds it hard to see herself the way Dean does and sometimes, her nerves get the better of her
Be Okay ~ @wearywinchester. Author's Summary: When a hunt doesn’t go to plan, you’re there to pick up the pieces.
A New World Record ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Drunken ideas aren’t always the best, but with Dean, you know there’ll never be a shortage of fun…
The Art of Creating Sex Hair Sexy Hair ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: This isn’t the first time Y/N’s done Jensen’s hair for a shoot, but there’s something about this shoot that’s making things pretty rough for her.
Who's Blushing Now? ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: Six months after getting together the first time, can Y/N and Jensen define what they are to each other?
It's All For You ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: After a hunt gone wrong, all Y/N wants is to make Dean feel better. Will he let her?
~Series~
Had a Bad Day/Hole in my Soul-Chapter 2 ~ @wayward-and-worn. Author's Summary: Maybe it wasn’t just once.
Best Laid Plans-Chapter 10 ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Wedding planner rom-com fic but Jensen is our leading man. Y/N is a wedding planner, hired to plan the wedding of the mean girl bully that made her life hell back at school. But who’s that guy over there, in the Impala from that show she likes?
~The Boys~
Indivisible ~ @thoughtslikeaminefield. Author's Summary: Where did Ben go after Legend’s and before visiting Countess’ sanctuary?
Imagine Being Soldier Boy's Girl ~ @winchest09. Author's Summary: None (Drabble) Soldier Boy x Reader
~MCU~
Remnants of a Life ~ @bi-disaster-yn. Author's Summary: Bucky has the chance to get some of his possessions from his life in the 40s back but he needs his wife there to face it with him.
~Top Gun~
Under The Radar-Part 1: Leave 'em Hanging ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Jake “Hangman” Seresin never loses. That is until he sets his sights on the one target that might bring him to his knees.
Under The Radar-Part 2: The Fall ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Jake has proven he’s an asshole; you shouldn’t be surprised when he proves it again at graduation. But at least graduating means you’ll be free of him, or does it?
~DC~
Home Is Where The Heart Is ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: When Superman died, Martha lost her son and her home. A friendly neighbor, Sage, took her in and cared for her when she got sick. Clark makes a difficult decision to return home to the Kent farm after breaking up with Lois. Can Sage convince him it was the right decision? Can he show her that running from her past isn’t her only option?
~Miscellaneous~
Not Just Another Face In The Crowd ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: Things get a little steamy backstage after you catch his eye during the convention… (Any Male Celeb x Fem!Reader)
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Dick in daddy mode part 4
It's been 5 hours.
Bruce and dick have been able to track down a blowup pool big enough for both kory and him to be in at the time of the birth. They are in the car heading to pick it up.
How are you feeling dick?
That's a loaded question. I'm excited because I'm going to be a dad to a newborn I skipped that with my big kids.
You did your like me single guy to a dad over night.
This is a whole new challenge . I'm not sure I'm ready seeing I thought I had two more months to prepare.
I think you will do just fine I have seen you in so crazy position and come out unscaved.this should be a cake walk.
Thanks for the vote of confidence.
A hour later
Rachel and kory walk back into the tower with gar and Tim carrying everything they purchased.
Dick ? Kory says
Where are they?
Conner pokes his head out of the nursery.
Hey they are in the gym.
Connor honey what are you doing? Kory ask
It's a surprise you can't come in here. Connor says then closes the door.
Kory stretches her back
You ok? Rachel says.
Yeah kory say
The boys drop off the supplies and kory head to the gym with Rachel.
Dick is putting out fresh towels on a table next to the rest of the birthing supplies..
I think we are done. Dick tells Bruce.
We have everything on the list
Dick ?
Dick and Bruce turn towards kory and Rachel
You 're back how are you feeling?are you ok. Did your water break
He dropped. Kory turns to the side
I got it on camera rachel says
Your kidding dick starts to run his hand over kory belly trying to see if he can feel the difference
Rachel shows dick and bruce the video of kory walking out of the the day spa. Rachel is next to her shooting a video. Kory is telling her excited she is to meet him. Kory stops to open her door and that's when it happens.
My back was killing me so I went for a massage.kory say
Thank you.dick says to rachel
I was lucky rachel say
Very much so. Bruce says
It looks like you have everything. Kory says pointing to the table.
Dick runs his hand over kory belly again
Yeah now we wait . Dick says
Dick? Bruce says
Oh right
Dick takes kory's hand and walks her away from everything.
Where are we going?
Someplace quiet
Oh?
Yeah
Dick takes her to the living room.
There is something I have been meaning to do for a while now. Dick says
Oh and what might that be.
Dick drops to one knee
Koryand'r will you marry me? Dick pulls out a red velvet box's and opens it.
Before kory could say anything kory doubles over . Dick catches her by her waist.
Fuck
Kory? You ok?
Her eyes are glowing green. She is in a trance.
After a few seconds she stands up straight.
Are you ok?
Yes I'm fine.
What was that ?
Ah what was what?
Your eyes started to glow and you looked like you where in pain.
Shit not again I thought this was over!
Dick is still on his knees
Are you ok ?kory ask.
Ah yeah why
Your on one knee on the floor.
Of right koryand'r will you marry me
Dick opens the box and shows the ring to her again.
Yes of course I will.
Dick stands up and slides the ring on to her finger.Then kiss her.
So weird question want to get married right now.
Ah I'm pretty sure I'm in labor dick.
Yeah I know but Bruce could marry us really quick and then we could invite everyone over for a baby / reception party in a few months what do you say.
Sounds like a plan. Being a queen I'm suppose to have the huge affair but you know what I don't want that at all . But can we take some really nice pictures in a couple of months
Whatever my queen wants. Dick say
They turn and see everyone standing in the kitchen
Let's have a wedding bruce say
Talk about gun shot rachel says
A few minutes later and a nother eye glowing episode
Everyone's is standing in the living room.
Bruce being Bruce is efficient as always and straight to the point. Which was good because by the end kory is breathing heavy and doubled over with glowing eye.
You my kiss the bride when she's not bent over
Kory I got you .
A second later kory straightens herself and smile
What?
Ah you may kiss the bride now . Bruce says again
Everyone look at each other and dick is trying to figure out if she ok
Are you going to kiss me or what .kory say
Dick cups her face with his hands and kisses her. Kory deeps it's .
Dick pulls away first
I love you so much dick say
I love you too. Kory say
Dick walks kory to the couch
Are you ok? Dick say
I'm pretty sure I'm in active labor now everything feels different
Kory gets up and heads to the gym before she get to the hall she cries out .
Korys eyes are glowing again
She comes out of the traces .
Black fire its black fire in my head I think she's trying to help me
Connor dick yells a second later Connor appear
Everything ok?
Can he take a look kory
Kory shakes her head yes
Kory you have the urg to use the restroom don't you?
Yeah why ?
That the baby kory the baby is on the move
Oh
Ok let's go dick say as he quickly walks her to the gym.
Kory stop and doubles over
Kory snap out of it.
Kory comes out of the trance much quicker .
He's coming dick
She slide her panties off in the middle of the hallway.
Hey what are you doing?
He's coming dick right now.
I know we are almost there
Kory shakes her head no .
Are you sure you can't make it.
Very kory says
Look look kory tells dick
Can I help Connor ask from behind them
Stand right here I need someone to hold on to.
A second later dick is on his knees in between korys legs trying to see anything.
I don't see anything.it's just really wet down here .
Dick stands up and gets out of the way
Rachel and Bruce rush pass.
Can you bent over more maybe I can see something then
Kory nods and bend over. Dick is happy her skirt is short like normal.
Oh wow I definitely see something
You do? Kory says
Yes. I'm sorry for doubting you
Kory grips Connor's arm and pushes
I have to push
Do what you have to do you got this
More she pushes the more dick see
I see hair. Your water didn't break .
That a good thing in tameran culture a baby born still in there sack is a good omen. So please don't break it until he's out
He keep dream dick say to himself and then laughs.
Are you sure?dick say
Yes
Heads out dick say
He gentle hold the baby head in his hand.
Let me know when you have a nother contraction ok
Dick ! Kory yells before baring down and pushing
Your doing great keep going keep going. Shoulders are out. Wow this is amazing dick say as he cradles their baby head and shoulder in his hands
She has so much hair. This next should be it ok
Ok I got this
Kory's nails dig into Conner bare arms
Bruce and Rachel have arrived with the table full of supplies.
Kory he almost out. Rachel say
Oh my god gar says from the other end of the hall way. Tim peaks around the corner.
Kory straightes squats down and then pushes when the contractions hits her .
You got it. rachel say .
Come on kory she's all most here. Dick says
He dick it's a boy! With that kory screams and pushes as hard as she can. Dick catches the baby with the sack still intact.
You did it ! Bruce put one towel on the floor and hold the other .
Dick is memorialized by seeing their baby float in the sack of liquid wiggling around.
Wow that cool it's like a fish in a tank. Connor say.
Can I break it now ? Dick say
Kory looks Down and smile go for it.
Hey Bruce my hands are full can you cut it open for me.please
Are you sure? Bruce ask
It's all right I'm too wobbly to do it kory says
Bruce cuts a hole and liquid rushes out. He rips it open to help get the baby out.
What is it tim asks who is in charge of the baby's stats
Come on dick gar say
Hold your horse her legs are crossed and all I see is her butt.
Rachel laughs.
The Baby is wiggling as they peel the sack away .
Dick flips her over and she trying to cry.
Come on cry for daddy.
Dick say as he starts to wipe her down.
Hi little one. You can do it.
Rachel hand dick a bulb suction to clear her air ways
Thanks and Its a girl don't doubt me.dick say
He lifts her up to show everyone. She's crying
What ?? Really? I swear .i keep having visions of a little boy . For months even before I got pregnant everything was boy boy boy. That's all I saw
Dick delivers the placenta and wraps it in a plastic bag then placed it with the baby in the towel.
Hey its ok I'm going to give you to your moma ok .
The baby actually smiles at dick voice
I think she knows my voice dick say
I would hope so you are constantly talking and reading to her .
I liked the story too.Connor say
On a nightly basic when they found out she could hear dick would read to Kory belly the same book gar read to Connor when he was sick. At first connor would listen from the other room and then from outside in the hall and then one day he ask to sit with them while dick read after that one by one the rest of the kids joined in on the nightly story times.
Dick hands her to kory then wraps a towel around her waist.
Can you walk dick ask.
Yeah I'm sore but ok .kory say
Connor looks down.
Hi nice to final meet you in person .Her free hand that kory isn't hold reaches towards him.
Awww she wants to hold your finger connor. Kory says
Dick kisses the side of kory head
Let's get your to bed.
That sounds great I need to try and feed her too.
Yeah I think she busy looking at all the new faces.
Dick watch's her look around at the crowd.
Hey I need to weight her and measure her.Tim say.
Your right dick say
Come on kory I have everything set out for you in your room
When did you do that kory asked
When you where getting engaged rachel say as she walks with kory and dick to their bed room. They that her to the bathroom dick takes the baby from kory so she can get clean up.
Hey I'm handing you to grandpa ok he's taking you to get weight and stuff ok.
She still has that little smile on her face when ever he talks to her.
You're daddy's happy girl aren't you?yes you are.
Bruce is standing in the door way with the boys behind him.
Ok here's grandpa Bruce. Dick tells her
We will be back as soon as possible . Bruce says and he cradles her in his arms
Ok I need to clean up so it will give me a chance to do that. Dick say as he looks Down at his ruined shirts and pants.
Kory is now cleaned up and dressed for the bed. Dick trades places with her in the bathroom. A second later . Bruce and the boys are back with a crying baby.
Aww is someone hungry? Kory ask.
Bruce gently hands her back to kory.
Thank you how does she look ?
Well she has all her fingers toes and everything tim say.
I check. Everything looks good connor say
Rachel is sitting next to kory trying to get the baby to latch on .
Bruce has walked a way and the boy have been told to turn around by Bruce.
Ok what about weight and length
5lb 8 oz and she 19 inch long. Tim say
I was small like that Dick say coming out of the bathroom as he puts on his shirt.
She so small I'm gonna have to fatten her up. Kory says a she tried to get her to latch on .
Can I help? Dick ask
Of course kory say .
Dick takes her and suggest her to sit up facing her and then trying it . It took a few minutes but it worked
YouTube is a amazing thing dick say.
Rachel honey can you get the pump for me.
Rachel hops up and leaves to go get the breast pump in the nursery
Dick I don't know how on earth she as girl I swear I had dreams of giving birth I have watch that baby grow.
Remember when this happened last time it was your sister trying to communicate with it.
Yeah...
So why couldn't it be your sister again.
Wait the that would mean ...
Your sister... . Dick said
Wait wait wait wait. Kory says as she does the math in her head.
Connor dick yells causing the baby to be startle and un latch.
Damn it . Kory say as she tries again.
Sorry daddy didn't mean to scare you.
A second later connor is standing in the doorway with his back turned .
Yeah what up?
Buddy I think you need to have a seat. Dick says
Ok he sits in the door way.
Connor honey you can sit next to me on the bed I'm not shy. Kory say
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B-b-b-b-business man
B-b-b-b-business man
I'm a businessman
With a business plan
I'm gonna make you money
In business land
I'm a cool guy, talking about GameStop
I'm definitely not
A cop
Why'd you say you're not a cop?
Because I'm not
I think that you're a cop
I also think that you're a cop
Listen boys, you better both stop
Or I'll have you arrest
I'm not a cop
I'm a businessman
With a business tan
I spend my days in a big, black unmarked van
If you wanna talk turkey, I'm here to talk shop
I'm definitely not
A cop
You're a motherfucking cop
I can tell from the way that you stand
And you said that you worked in an unmarked van
Well, listen boys
I'm not a cop
I'm a businessman
In a coffee shop
With a loaded pistol and a bulletproof vest
I saw my wife get killed by the drug cartel
I'm not a cop
B-b-b-b-business man
B-b-b-b-business man
B-b-b-b-business man
Why does he have a gun?
Ski-bi-di-bi-dap-dap-dap-di-bi-dap, (business)
Calling officer Jackson, has your cover been blown?
Is that your police radar?
That was my business phone
And the cover they're referring to
Is when I sung "Money" by Pink Floyd
Yeah, that's a business song
Saying "business" before another word
Doesn't make the whole thing business related
And if I may critique the whole police system
Then oh, look, there's a sniper pointed at my forehead
No, it's not
Yes, it is
No, it's not
See this little red dot?
Yes?
That's for a sniper shot
There's no snipers here, and there's no police plot
(Snipers ready) do it now, take the shot
I'm a businessman, speaking with two friends
And one of them has a single chicken pock on their head
I don't know the guy who's dressed in camouflage
With an M-21 pointed at your friend's head
You shouldn't have said that
I think you've really upset him
What do you mean you don't know me?
I was the best man at your wedding
I'm a businessman, I'm not friends with snipers
Oh, yeah? (Oh yeah)
Ah! You shot me in the leg! (You shot him in the leg)
You shot me in my left leg! (You shot him in his left leg)
He's a businessman who's definitely not a cop
But now he's been shot in his left leg
How about now?
No, I still don't know you
Say my name!
I don't know your name!
Why don't you say his name?
He's gonna shoot you again
I told you, I don't know his na
Oh, he shot my other leg! (He shot his other leg)
He shot me in my right leg! (He shot him in the right leg)
He's a businessman getting shot in his legs
By his ex-best man, he's not a cop
Say my name
No, you've got a dumb name
Ugh, fine! Dwink Bexon
What?
That's his name, Dwink Bexon
Oh, that's, that's fine
Okay, that's a name, I suppose
That's a pretty dumb name
Ah! Dwink Bexon just shot me in the tits!
Ah! Dwink, stop shooting my business associates!
I'm a bad cop, and if you couldn't tell
I also killed your wife in that drug cartel
Call for backup or we're all gonna die
Just admit that you're a police and save our lives
Boys, I'd do anything to make the shooting stop
But I've told you before, I'm not a cop
B-b-b-b-business man (business)
B-b-b-b-business man (businessman)
B-b-b-b-business man (oh yeah)
I told you before, I do business only
B-b-b-b-business man, (with a b-b-b-briefcase)
B-b-b-b-business man, (and a b-b-b-ballpoint pen, ah)
He's definitely not a cop
"hhaha someones doing a whole thing!! wow! you go dude!"
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The Princess and the Blinder
Chapter 1: Tommy`s Orders
Synopsis: After her father`s murder, Jessie Evans a young woman is under the Peaky Blinders’ protection, she meets the accountant Michael and he is in charge to protect her.
Characters: Michael Gray, Jessie Evans, Tommy Shelby, Polly Gray, Arthur Shelby, John Shelby, Linda Shelby, Esme Shelby, Finn Shelby, Johnny Dogs, Ada Thorne, Lizzie Shelby, Jeremiah Jesus, Isiah Jesus, Curly, Charlie Strong and Henry Evans.
Word count: 4,082
Part: 1/5
Warning(s): English is my second language, swearing, sex, smoking, drinking and death.
Published: 12th April 2022
Author`s note: This fic is kind of inspired by Michael meeting for Charlotte Murray in Series 3 Episode 1, at Tommy and Grace`s wedding. I wanted to write something different. This is supposed to be set in 1929, but I have kept John and Esme and I didn`t want to not use John, I have pretended that he didn`t die in Peaky but he did, SADLY.
Song recommendations for this chapter:
Ain’t No Grave - Anna Calvi
Red Right Hand - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Chainsmoking - Jacob Banks
Amnesia - Grace Carter
I’m a Peaky Blinder - Duke Luke and Otnicka
The Gun cocks and is ready to fire, bullets were fired everywhere, bangs were heard and so were screams and shouts, one man was shot with blood on his body, he was a Peaky Blinder.
“Arthur, John, Finn pick him up, we've lost a solider today boys.” said the voice of Tommy Shelby, “All right Tom.” said Arthur. They picked him up, Tommy`s sapphire blue eyes were in one direction, the direction of a dead man. Henry Evans, an honorable and lovely man, who fought for his family and friends.
At his funeral, he was buried in a whicker coffin, his daughter Jessie was present, she had curls in her pretty blonde hair, it was short up to her shoulders, her lips were baby pink, her eyes were filled with tears and her eyes lashes were long and black.
She was skinny and pale, she was wearing a black dress, black gloves, black tights, black shoes and a black coat to match. She wore a black hat, she was paying respect to her late father.
She put a rose and a cigarette on top of his coffin, he loved the smell of roses and he always had a cigarette in his hand. Tears ran down her pale face.
After they buried him, the Shelby brothers walked over in her direction, “Miss Evans?” Tommy said, “Yes Mr Shelby.” she says, sobbing, she was obviously upset, it was a very sad day.
“I'm sorry for your loss, your father was a good man and I think he`ll be a good man in heaven, he was a very hard worker and did a lot for me and my business, he was the best of the best., you have our sympathy.” Tommy said, locking contact into her eyes.
“Thank you Mr Shelby, dad always admired you, he loved his job working for you and your brothers, I just can`t believe he`s gone, it doesn't feel real.” she says, sobbing some more.
“Come here, darling.” Tommy said, she walked towards him and they hugged, Tommy comforted her, he wanted to help her.
“Thank you Mr Shelby, thank you all for coming. Your welcome to come to the wake, there will be drinks and food, everyone is welcome.” she says.
“That's very kind of you Miss, we`ll be there, you look just like Henry standing there, you have his eyes and his nose, and his uh-” Arthur said but he was interrupted by John, “What Arthur is trying to say sweetheart is, you look just like him.” John says.
“Yes that is what I was saying, thank you John.” Arthur said, smiling. “Now I promised your father, that I`d protect you and look out for you and that is exactly what I'm going to do, you see Jessie your father once said to me, that if he`s gone before you get married to some poor boy then I`ll look after you.
Jessie, you have no mother and no man, no other siblings or any family still left in Birmingham, so your going to live with me in my house, in Warwickshire, its a big house its not as big as Buckingham Palace but it will do for you. What do you say Jessie?” Tommy says, offering to protect and keep her safe.
“Mr Shelby, that seems too much. I can save up and buy a house myself and I don`t need protecting from anyone, I get that your the Peaky Blinders but I can pull my own weight.” she says.
“Everyone needs protecting Jessie, even us Peaky fucking Blinders, think about it. What Mr Shelby is offering here is something that you get given every day of your fucking life, he probably wont offer it to you again.” John says.
“Ok, I accept Mr Shelby, I`ll live with you in your big house in Warwickshire.” she says, with a sweet smile. “Good I`m glad that you have accepted my offer, I look very forward to living with you Jessie. Your dad told me once that you like to cook and clean, and you don't mind doing the washing up.” Tommy said.
“Yes that's right, Mr Shelby, it keeps me busy.” she says, Arthur chuckles and John smiles. “But where will I work? I don't have a job, the last job I had all us women had to leave, they couldn't afford to keep us so they chucked us out onto the streets with no job, some of us had no homes to go to and some of us-” she says but she was interrupted by Tommy.
“I know Jessie, your dad told me, I was there, we were there. But don`t worry i will find you a job, at my company, you`ll work for me. I could use another pair of hands around. We are in use of a woman who could be an accountant or you could make teas.” he says.
“I`d rather be an accountant that make the teas, I'm not a waitress you know Mr Shelby.” she says, he chuckles. “You have Henry`s sense of humor and that's what I like in a woman, shall we go to the wake then?” he asks.
“People used to say that if me and my dad were on stage in London then we`d be a duo in comedy, I think we shall go to the wake, I`m getting a bit cold standing here. If I'm not careful my legs will freeze and I`ll walk like a penguin in the snow.” she says.
John laughs, “Come in our car Jessie, sweetheart you can sit in the front.” John says. “Thank you John.” says Jessie, “Your welcome Jessie.” he says back to her.
They all walk to the car, Arthur opens the door for Jessie so she can get in, “Thank you Arthur.” she says, “No problem Jessie.” Arthur says, he gets in the back with John and Tommy sits in the front with Jessie, and he drives away with them all in the car
Two days after the wake, Tommy enters Shelby Company Limited in his grey suit looking smart and handsome as the King of England. “Pol family meeting, Thursday at noon.” he says to her. “Another one? We only had one yesterday, what are you doing Thomas?” she says.
“Your up to something, I know you Thomas Shelby and I want to know what it fucking is?” she says, her hazel brown eyes lock with his sapphire blue eyes.
“Its important Pol that's all you need to know for now, have you seen John and Finn?” he asks. “There at the Garrison drinking with Johnny Dogs and his brothers.” she says. “Thanks Pol.” Tommy says, walking out of Shelby Company Limited.
He heads to the Garrison, to find John, Finn and Johnny who are drinking with Johnny`s cousins. He enters the Garrison, people are drinking and laughing, “Here he is Tommy, come and drink with us brother.” John shouts.
“Not now John, its midday. Its a bit earlier for you isn't it.” Tommy says, “No not since Esme`s up the duff again, I cant keep up with the number of kids we have these days, every fucking year she's up the fucking duff. She`s like a bird, she lays eggs each year.” John says, then he has a sip of whiskey, in a crystal glass.
“John I need you Finn and Johnny on Thursday at noon, for a family meeting in this fucking pub, don`t be late.” he says, “Alright Tommy.” John says, “Me as well Tom?” Johnny says.
“Yes Johnny you as well.” he says, “But I`m supposed to be burying some gypsy from Ireland on Thursday, the widow wants her husband to be married in a forest how I am supposed to be there and here at the same fucking time? Huh?” he says.
“Johnny just come to the fucking meeting.” Tommy says, “Alright Tom I`ll come to the fucking meeting, but Mrs Edwards is going to be upset.” Johnny says, “I really don't care Johnny.” Tommy says. “Well I do Tom, I care.” Johnny says.
Tommy leaves the Garrison and has a cigarette outside of the Garrison, he goes to a telephone box and calls someone. “Tommy, is that you?” Arthur says.
“Yes its me Arthur, where are you brother?” he asks. “I`m with Linda in bed, well I was in bed, I'm up now. What do you want Tom?” Arthur asks, he was in the middle of sex with Linda.
“Family meeting Arthur.” Tommy says, “When?” Arthur asks, “Thursday?” Tommy says, “Time?” Arthur asks, “Noon” Tommy says, “Where?” Arthur asks, “The Garrison Arthur and don`t be late, and bring Linda. Her religious past could come quite useful.” Tommy says.
“Alright Tom, I`ll see you Thursday brother.” Arthur says, “Yeah” Tommy says, he puts the phone down and walks out of the telephone box. “Arthur, who was that?” Linda says in bed, she`s out of breathe.
“That was Tommy, he wants you at the family meeting on Thursday in the Garrison at noon.” Arthur says, “Why? What does Tommy need me for Arthur? He wants me to read the bible or talk to him about the Indians or the Jews?” Linda says.
“No he doesn't want none of that, he says that your religious past could come useful, so you`ll be there with me.” he says, he stands in the doorway of there bedroom.
“Right are you coming back to me then solider?” Linda asks, “I am Princess, I am.” Arthur says, she giggles, he gets back into bed with him, then continue to have sex in there bed in there house.
In London, Ada is at her house with Karl here teenage son, the phone rings as she`s reading one of her favorite books, this one is called The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie. Its one of her favorites, Ada loves reading. “I`ll get that Karl.” she says, after she hears the phone ring.
“Alright mum.” he says in his teenage voice, he`s wearing a navy blue jumper, with a white shirt, a navy tie, black trousers and black shiny shoes, he goes upstairs, and she answers the phone.
“Hello Ada Thorne.” she says, “Ada its me, I need you in Birmingham Thursday at noon we're having a family meeting don`t be late.” Tommy says, “Tommy I`m sorry but I cant, I've got Karl and I've-” she was interrupted by him.
“Don`t be late Ada.” he says, he cuts her off, “Fuck.” she says, “Mum is everything ok?” Karl says, “No Karl it isn't, look how would you fancy a trip to Birmingham? Lets call it a holiday.” she says. This brings a smile to his face.
“Sounds good I`m in.” he says, she walks away back to her book in the living room and he walks back upstairs.
Tommy knocks on Michael`s office door, “Come in Lizzie.” he says, “Actually its me Michael.” he says, “Hello Tommy, is everything alright?” he asks. “Yeah, come to the Garrison on Thursday at noon, I'm holding everyone together for a family meeting and don`t be late Michael.” he says
“Of course Tommy, I`ll be there.” Michael said, he drank the rest of his whiskey that was in his crystal glass and Tommy left Shelby Company Limited. He carried on with his work that he was doing for him.
At Charlie`s yard, Tommy walked down the dusty path to him. “Hello Tommy what brings you here then?” said a cheerful Curly, “Hello Curly, is Charlie about?” Tommy asks.
“Yeah, he`s coming now look.” said Curly, “Good, hello Charlie.” Tommy says, “Tommy.” Charlie says, “I need you both on Thursday at noon in the Garrison, were having a family meeting, don`t be late.” Tommy said. “Alright Tom.” said Curly, they got back to work and Tommy left the Yard.
Thursday came and Michael watched the clock in his office at Shelby Company Limited turn to noon, then he got out of his chair, put his blazer and coat on and his hat and drank some whiskey in his crystal glass and left for the meeting.
Everyone was there, Linda, Esme, Lizzie, Polly, Ada, Curly, Charlie, Isiah, Jeremiah, Johnny. Finn, John, Arthur and Tommy, Michael was soon to arrive for the meeting. “Where the fuck is Michael? Isn`t he supposed to be here by now, its gone noon?” Finn said.
“He`ll be here Finn, I know my own son.” Polly said, while looking at Finn and Tommy. “He`s running late again, your son needs a watch Polly, he`s a fucking bastard.” Esme said, looking arrogant and crossing her arms.
“What did you just say about me son, Esme?” Polly asks, Esme didn`t say anything she was silent, “That`s what I thought Esme.” said Polly, “Just leave it yeah Esme, we get it, he`ll be here.” said John.
“Why don't we start Tom?” said Charlie, he was sitting with Curly and Johnny in the corner of the Garrison, then Finn with sitting with John and Esme, Polly was sitting with Linda and Lizzie, Tommy and Arthur were standing up and Isiah and Jeremiah sat on stools.
“Yes, lets start now the first thing I have to say is this-” Tommy said, but he was interrupted by Polly, “We're waiting for Michael, Thomas don`t start yet.” said Polly. “Polly he isn`t here yet, lets start” said Arthur.
“Fine” she said, “Good I called for a meeting because I have some news, you all must of heard by now that one of our men has died, Henry Evans he was a good man, he worked hard for us all and was a dear friend, so lets all raise our glasses to Henry. Henry Evans.” Tommy said.
He held his glass which was half full of whiskey in it, “Henry Evans.” everyone said together, Tommy placed his glass down on the bar, “The second this is, Henry has a daughter called Jessie, she`s twenty one, she has no job and no other family left, so I promised to Henry that I`d protect Jessie and she`ll work for me at Shelby Company Limited, she`ll be an accountant.” Tommy says.
“She`ll take Michael`s place then, Tommy you can`t. My son has worked his arse off, for this job, he`s been there for the last eight years you can`t do this to Michael.” Polly said. “Michael will still have his job Pol, I need another accountant.”
“Jessie, the blonde girl, she used to come to the library in London, she`s sweet I remember her.” Ada said. “Yes that's Jessie Ada, Finn bring in her in.” he said.
Finn stood up and walked to the door on the left, and opened it. “You can come in now Jessie, Tommy and everyone is waiting for you.” he said to her, “Thank you.” she said.
She was wearing a light blue dress, with a white collar, black shoes, a light blue hat, red lipstick, light blue earrings and white gloves and a tanned coat with dark brown fur around it.
She walked in slowly, Finn shut the door and all eyes were on Jessie, “Come in darling.” Tommy said, he could tell that she was nervous, she walked over to him and they hugged.
“Everyone this is Jessie, Evans.” he said, with a smile, everyone looked at her like she was a famous actress, but she wasn`t, she was a Peaky Blinder`s daughter, some of them smiled and some of them didn`t.
“Hello everyone, thank you Mr Shelby, for welcoming me into your family, how can I repay you?” she said, with a grin.
“Welcoming? Oh darling, your not a part of this family, yet.” said Polly then she laughed, “I`m sorry I shouldn`t of said that bit, I`m sorry Mr Shelby, my apologizes” she said, “Don`t apologize Jessie, Polly please respect Jessie. She`s our guest.” he says locking his sapphire blue eyes into her hazel brown eyes.
“Alright, welcome Miss Evans.” Polly says, “Thank you, its lovely to meet you all.” she says, “I`m Ada, we've met before Jessie in London, at the library I used to work out, you loved reading the history books” Ada says, “Yes I remember you, those books were so interesting to read thank you Ada.” Jessie says.
“This is Linda, Esme and Lizzie, they all work for me, Linda is Arthur`s wife, John is Esme`s wife and Lizzie is my secretary.” Tommy says, Lizzie looks sad. “Hello.” Jessie says, “It`s nice to meet you Linda, that's a nice necklace.” Linda says.
“Thank you, my father bought it for my eighteenth birthday, it was the best present that I've got, he`d hate me if i lost it.” Jessie says back to Linda, “It`s lovely, Arthur bought me one just like it for Christmas last year, but It was pink.” Linda says smiling at Arthur, he smiles back and Jessie smiles.
Esme and Lizzie just smiled at her, “In the corner is Curly, Charlie and Johnny, Curly is one of the best stable boys there is in this world, Charlie is like my Uncle, he has his own yard and Johnny is my friend and he works for us.” Tommy said.
“Its nice to meet you Jessie.” Johnny said, “Thank you Mr Dogs.” she said, “Please call me Johnny, everyone does.” he says, he winks at her with a smile. “Ok thank you Johnny.” she said.
“That`s a nice coat.” Curly said, “Ah thank you.” she said, “Welcome Jessie.” said Charlie, “Thank you” she said to him.
“Then over there is Jeremiah and Isiah, there father and son, Jeremiah is a preacher and Isiah is one of us.” Tommy said, “Welcome Jessie, I`m Jeremiah.” Jeremiah said. “Thank you Jeremiah.” she said, he smiled. “It`s nice to meet you darling, I`m Isiah and if you ever want a drink I`m available.” Isiah said smiling.
“Thank you, I`ll have to let you know.” she said, “Sure.” said Isiah. “You`ve already met John and Finn, two of my brothers and you've also met the other one Arthur.” said Tommy.
“Hi I`m Finn, nice dress and coat.” said Finn with a smile, “Thank you Finn, its nice to meet you, hello again John.” said Jessie, “Alright Jessie?” said John, “Yeah thank you.” said Jessie.
“Hey Jessie, do you drink?” said Arthur standing behind her, “Uh yes I do but only whiskey, I don`t like to drink scotch or champagne.” said Jessie, “Right come and have some then, love, here you go one whiskey for you.” Arthur said in his loud voice.
“Thank you Arthur.” she said, she drank the whiskey out of a crystal glass that had Shelby on it. “It says Shelby on it, I don`t think I`m supposed to drink out of this.” she said.
“Well your a part of the family now Jessie, you drink out of that.” Arthur said, “Oh thank you Arthur, I`m not quite a Shelby, I`m an Evans.” she said, “Your a Shelby when I say your a Shelby, Jessie.” Tommy says.
“Thank you Mr Shelby.” she says smiling, “I`d prefer it if you called me Tommy, or Thomas or Tom if you like, it just makes things easier.” he says, “I will.” she says.
Then Lizzie, Ada and Linda got up from there seats and started talking to Jessie and they all laughed together, Polly looked at Tommy with a stare and he looked back then Esme came over and joined the conversation, Jessie and Ada hugged.
Then Michael walked in, “Sorry I`m late Tommy, I got held up.” he said, then Jessie turned his eyes to him, then he turned his eyes to her. “Who`s this woman Tommy?” Michael asked.
Ada, Lizzie, Linda and Esme sat back down in there seats. “Michael this is Jessie, Henry Evan`s daughter.” Tommy said, “Oh I`m so sorry to hear what happened to your father Jessie, It`s horrible, you have my sympathy.” Michael said.
“Thank you, Mr Gray.” she said, “Please, call me Michael.” he said with a smile, “Ok thank you Michael, It`s lovely to meet you.” she said, “The pleasure is all mine.” he says, they shake hands with each other, Jessie couldn`t help but be drawn to Michael, he was a stranger but to her he was something else.
“Jessie will be working as an accountant at Shelby Company Limited, Michael, she`ll be working with you.” said Ada, “Oh really?” he asked. “Yes.” said Jessie, “Well I'm looking very forward to working with you Jessie.” Michael said, “And I you Michael.” said Jessie.
Polly watched them, she inhaled a cigarette and watched Michael the whole time, “What`s the matter mum?” he asked, “Nothing Michael, what do you think of the girl?” she asked him, she whispered to him.
“She`s nice mum, I don`t really know her but she`s alright, she`s pretty, why?” Michael asked, “No reason Michael, no reason.” she said, he inhales a cigarette and she inhaled another cigarette, she watched Jessie talking to Tommy and Arthur
A few hours later, Tommy and Jessie walked down the streets of Birmingham and into Shelby Company Limited, “Now this is my business Jessie, Shelby Company Limited, you will start work here tomorrow, but today I want to show the ropes, show you some people and you show where everything is and how everything works. Alright?” he says.
“Yes Tommy.” she says, “Good, Lizzie?” he says, he calls Lizzie over, “Yes Tommy?” she said. “Please show Jessie, your desk and what you do?” he says, “Yes Tommy, its lovely to see you again Jessie.” she says.
“Thank you, its nice to see you again too Lizzie.” Jessie says, “I`m Tommy`s secretary, I do the phone calls, organize meetings and the typing, Tommy even bought me a typewriter for it, they come handy in my job. I hear your going to be working with Michael as an accountant.” she said.
“Yes I am, I`m a bit nervous to work with him but, I think I`ll be looked after here.” she said. “Don`t worry Jessie, Michael is lovely, you`ll be fine and I`m sure he`ll look after you. Tommy I've got work to do, I`ll see you later Jessie.” Lizzie said.
“Thank you.” Jessie said, Lizzie smiled at her and glared at Tommy, she got back to work. Tommy and Jessie walked through Shelby Company Limited up until Michael`s office, Jessie looked terrified as she`s nervous about Michael, she has mixed feelings about him.
Tommy knocked on the door, “Come in.” Michael said, “Tommy its you, oh hello Jessie.” he said, smiling. “Hello Michael, its lovely to see you again. I like this room, is it your office?” she asked, nervously.
“Yes this is my office.” he says. “Oh, its lovely. I like the wallpaper.” she said, “Yes so do I my mother chose it.” Michael said. “Michael, I`d like you to show Jessie where everything is, I need to go to London with Arthur, John and Finn, there`s some trouble up there I need to go and sort it, I`d like you to stay at the house with Jessie. I`ve booked a holiday for Lizzie and Charles there going later tonight, Its your job to protect Jessie and if you don`t protect her I will know.” Tommy said.
“Ok Tommy, how will I get here every day?” he says, “You can drive there Michael or get the train from Warwickshire to London then to Birmingham, but just keep her safe Michael.” Tommy says.
“I will Tommy, I`ll keep our guest safe, you`ll be fine with me, Jessie don`t worry I`ll protect you.” Michael said, inhaling another cigarette, he inhaled slowly. “Thank you Michael, but I really don`t need protecting I can protect myself.” Jessie said.
“Everyone needs protecting at some point Jessie.” Michael said, she looked into his sea blue eyes. “Thank you Michael, I`m counting on you, I`ll see you soon Jessie I won`t be in London for long, just a couple of days then I`ll be back.” he said.
“Thank you Tommy, I am very grateful for this job and for everything that you have given me.” she said. “I know Jessie, your welcome. Michael.” he said.
“Goodbye Tommy good luck.” Michael said. Tommy smiles at Jessie and she smiles at him, he leaves and Michael inhales another cigarette, the smoke fills the air all around him.
“Welcome to the team Jessie.” he said with a smile, “Thank you.” she said. He smiled at her as he sat in his chair.
She felt uneasy, she has fallen for Michael`s charm and smiles, he must protect on Tommy`s orders.
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reading dear america books and rating them until i get bored (3/??)
For our third book in this journey we have Across The Wide And Lonesome Prairie: The Oregon Trail Diary of Hattie Campbell, which I was excited about, because the Oregon Trail is famously death-filled. I had this one as a kid, and I liked it because the girl on the cover was pretty.
Our author is Kristina Gregory, who appears to have a career limited to Dear America, Royal Diaries, some more prairie-themed historical fiction, and juvenile mysteries about plucky youngsters.
For the Quality rating I’m giving this one 5/10 broken axles. The writing is pretty middle of the (prairie) road, and the plot is mostly just various tragedies strung together with snippits of characterization and descriptions of scenery.
I think I’ll add a Dear America rating, for how good this is as a Dear America book specifically. This book deserves 10/10 rattlesnake bites!! It’s exactly what I want in a Dear America book: mid-quality writing with a generous amount of horrible tragedy.
We know we’re getting into something good here when we get a sudden death on page two:
Three nights ago my poor uncle Milton fell off our roof while he was helping Pa fix a leak. He died right there in the barnyard, there was nothing we could do.
Death Toll: 1
Then follows an account of how they were driving uncle Milton’s coffin on their hay wagon when it slipped and fell into the river. Of course Pa jumps in after, but then, oh no!! A steamboat is coming around the bend!! Happily, the steamboat captain rescues Pa, but uncle Milton’s coffin and his body are washed away down the river.
Which is a pretty roundabout way to get to the point of the story: the steamboat captain is so sorry he offers them free passage to anywhere they want to go, and Pa says, great! You can take us to Independence, where the Oregon Trail begins! Pack your bags, kids!
Our family includes Hattie, our main character, Pa, Ma, Hattie’s two younger brothers, and Aunt June. Aunt June wants to go to Oregon because she has a friend who already moved there and keeps writing about how great it is. Oh, and we’re also informed that Hattie has four dead sisters, who died from swamp fever last summer.
Death Toll: 5
Finally, we set off, and stop at the beginning of the trail to wait for the grass to green. Hattie informs us that she doesn’t like the boys who yell and wave rifles around, because one of them accidentally shot a nine-year old in the neck.
Death Toll: 6
The wagon train gets moving and we meet Hattie’s new Girl Best Friend, Pepper. Pepper has a twin brother, Wade, who will become the Boy Best Friend. Hattie also makes friends with some adorable little twin toddlers... But then the toddlers wander off into the prairie to pick berries and no one can find them again.
Death Toll: 8
Hattie and Pepper love to help out. In fact, they’re going to make dinner for their families. Hooray! They pick some wild vegetables they found growing, and start making dinner. They give a bite of one of the vegetables to Little Cassia. A little while later, there’s a commotion! Three boys are foaming at the mouth! The culprit: the dinner vegetables! It turns out Hattie and Pepper picked water hemlock, which is deadly. Two boys: dead. Little Cassia? Also dead.
Death Toll: 11
A woman who just had a baby dies of fever.
Death Toll: 12
A boy is playing with a gun and shoots an ox in the head. There’s a lot of playing with guns in this book.
Pepper decides to get married to one of the other boys. Pepper is fourteen. Hattie despairs that she will ever find love. She is thirteen.
We cross a river. Two wagons sink in the river. Their oxen and the families inside them all drown.
Death Toll: roughly 22 (guessing at 5 person families here since everyone seems to have so many kids)
Pepper gets married!
A boy in another wagon falls off the sideboard and is trampled by mules.
Death Toll: 23
Another wedding! The husband of the woman who died of fever, who is 30, marries a 14 year old. So that’s weird.
Everyone encounters a downed wagon and a dead body.
Death Toll: 24
Hattie makes friends with Mrs. Bigg!
We learn that a man in another group of wagons who took a shortcut was bit by a rattlesnake and his entire leg is black.
Death Toll: 25
The train stops at the top of a canyon with a river in the bottom.
During this stop Mr. Kenker got in another argument with Tall Joe. Soon there were fists. Uncle Tim and Pa hurried over to pull the men apart.
“Gentlemen, please, please, get a hold of yourselves,” Pa said. [...]
But before he could say anything else, Mr. Kenker did a terrible thing. He brushed the dirt off his sleeves and said to Tall Joe, “You ain’t telling me what to do anymore. It’s hot and whether you like it or not I’m gonna take a swim.”
Then, right before our eyes, old Mr. Kenker walked to the edge of the cliff, stepped into midair, and dropped out of sight.
For a moment there was silence, then the piercing scream of Mrs. Kenker.
Death Toll: 26
We cross another river. Hattie’s friend Mrs. Bigg falls in the river. Another man jumps in to save her. Mrs. Bigg and this guy are swept away and drowned.
Death Toll: 28
As you can imagine, there’s a lot of stuff throughout about oxen dropping dead of exhaustion, having to drop furniture on the side of the road to lighten the load, eating horrible food, etc. etc. But we finally make it across the mountains on foot and make it to Oregon City! It’s not over yet, though. Remember Aunt June’s friend who moved to Oregon first and kept telling her to come? Yeah, she died. Along with her husband and twelve others. In a fire.
Death Toll: 42
The end. Also, Pepper is pregnant now. She’s still fourteen. In case you were wondering.
The Epilogue
The families who arrived in Oregon City prospered.
Great!
On May 15, 1848, Pepper and Gideon had a baby boy named Michael who was to be the oldest of seven brothers.
That’s a lot, but okay.
On Christmas Eve of that year, Wade and Hattie were married.
Hooray!
They were unable to have children of their own
Oh.
but adopted the six-year-old twins, Sarah and Blue, when their parents died in a buggy crash.
Death Toll: 44
Overall Death Rating: 100/10 buggy crashes. This book does not go more than ten pages at any given point without a death.
Gruesomeness rating: 3/10 water hemlock plants. Mostly drownings and offscreen deaths. Not much blood.
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Rebuilding Family
Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Warnings: mentions of gun violence (just references to what happened last chapter, nothing new), hospitals, one swear word
A/N at bottom
Masterlist
Chapter 22
You managed to make the nurse feel bad enough for you that she gave you lots of extra Jell-O.
“Happy birthday, dear Jo,” you and Spencer sang, “Happy birthday to you.”
“Blow out the invisible candle!” you encouraged her.
“I promise we will get you an even bigger cake than before soon,” Spencer kissed her head as she ate a spoonful of the green Jell-O.
“It’s okay, I like Jell-O,” Jo said, outreaching the spoon towards Spencer.
“Me too,” he smiled, taking the bite off the spoon.
Spencer’s phone rang and you saw it displaying Hotch’s name. Spencer grabbed the phone and stood and you nodded at him in acknowledgement.
“Hey, Hotch” Spencer said as he stepped out of the room, quietly closing the door behind him.
“Reid, is there any way you could get back to the BAU?” Hotch asked.
“I really don’t feel comfortable leaving my family until the unsub is caught,” Spencer stated, watching you feed Jo another cup of Jell-O through the window.
“Not even if we sent two guards over,” Hotch asked.
“No sorry, I’m not leaving them. Can you fill me in over the phone?” Spencer responded.
“Yes, of course. I’m going to have Garcia call the hospital and fax some documents over to you so you can look them over. I’m setting you up on speaker in the conference room now,” Hotch stated.
“How’s everyone over there?” JJ asked.
“As good as can be expected. Y/N is sitting up now and she says her discomfort is minimal. And Jo seems to be enjoying the vast supply of Jell-O here. Oh also, Y/N and I are engaged,” he added.
“WHAT? Boy Wonder, you can’t keep springing huge news on us like it isn’t a big deal. You’re getting married!” Penelope squealed.
“Yes, I am,” Spencer smiled.
“Dr. and Mrs. Pretty Boy,” Derek grinned.
Everyone else gave their congratulations before getting to work.
“This unsub obviously has a vengeance against specifically Reid because we were all there and they only aimed for Reid’s family, probably because they knew it would inflict the most pain for him,” Emily stated.
“Garcia, search all past cases in which Reid was the primary on the takedown,” Hotch said.
“Sir, he was at the bureau for nearly seven years. There’s still hundreds,” Garcia replied.
“Garcia, filter out anyone who is still in prison. Focus on unsubs that have been recently released or escaped,” Spencer said.
Spencer heard Penelope clicking away at her keyboard through the phone.
“There’s no one you have put away that has escaped or been released in the past six months.”
“An unsub that has this much rage against Reid would have taken action before then,” Derek countered.
“Get a list of everyone I had to kill and focus on their friends and family. Maybe an anniversary is coming up that triggered them” Spencer spoke softly.
“Got it. We’ll update you later. Tell Y/N we all are sending our best,” Hotch said.
“And a muffin basket!” Penelope added.
-
Spencer was curled up on the tiny hospital bed with Jo and Y/N who were both napping when his phone rang.
“Do you remember the L.D.S.K. in Des Plaines, Illinois about 5 years ago?” Hotch asked.
“Yes, Phillip Dowd. He was an E.R. nurse taking shifts at multiple hospitals and wanted to save the people he shot to look good,” Spencer spoke softly.
“This unsub is exhibiting the same M.O. and you were the one who shot him in the hostage
situation. So, I had Garcia look up his relatives. He has a younger brother, Damon, who served in the army as well but was just recently dishonorably discharged after a long mission. That explains why he would target you now.”
“Of course. How did I not see this?” Spencer rubbed his eyes out of frustration.
“Your girlfriend, or should I say fiancée, was just shot. I think you have the right to not be exactly clear-headed right now,” Hotch assured him.
“Is he in custody?” Spencer asked, watching you start to stir next to him.
“Yes but he wants you to take his confession.”
“I’ll be there soon,” Spencer sighed and hung up.
“Who was that?” you whispered.
“They got the guy but I have to take his confession,” Spencer whispered back.
“Why?”
Spencer looked you in the eyes guiltily. He had to tell you that he was responsible for you getting shot. He was the one that the unsub was angry at.
“It’s all my fault,” he whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek, “It’s the brother of an unsub I had to kill five years ago.”
“Love,” you wiped the tear off his cheek with your thumb, “you were not holding the gun pointed at me. This was not your fault. You were only doing what was right during that case,” you spoke softly but in a serious tone, “I need you to say it for me, please.”
“This...was not my fault,” Spencer sniffled.
“Good,” you gave him a kiss, “now go get the bad guy’s confession and then come back to us.”
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Spencer entered the slightly chilly interrogation room with a file in his hand.
“Dr. Spencer Reid,” Damon smirked.
“Why did you do it?” Spencer asked flatly, taking a seat across from him.
“Try to kill your family at your daughter’s birthday party? Eye for an eye, Doctor,” he replied.
“Why wouldn’t you shoot me though? I’m the one you have a problem with,” Spencer asked, already knowing the answer.
“You’ve been shot before. That’s nothing new. Even if you died, your pain would be relatively minimal compared to watching a loved one bleed out in front of you knowing that you were the cause.”
Spencer’s mind flashed back to earlier when you made him state out loud that he was not responsible for any of this.
“This was your fault, not mine,” Spencer spoke firmly.
“Too bad, I’m not as good of a sniper as Phillip. Next time, I’ll have to practice more,” Damon made a fake gun with his fingers and pointed it up to Spencer’s head, pretending to shoot it.
“And I’ll make sure Mommy isn’t around to stop the bullet….you know what, maybe I’ll actually take two shots next time.”
“You son of a bitch,” Spencer leapt up from the table and tackled Damon to the floor.
Damon wasn’t in handcuffs but was already pinned to the floor before he knew what was happening. Spencer landed a few good punches on him before Hotch and Derek pulled him back.
“Stay away from them,” Spencer seethed.
“Are you going to do something about this rogue agent?” Damon demanded, wiping the blood from his nose.
“Technically, he’s a civilian and I’m only responsible for my team’s behavior so no. And it’s doctor, not agent,” Hotch put Damon back in handcuffs and escorted him out of the room.
A/N: so many people thought the unsub was cat adams but i already planned it to be like the LDSK in the park. i wasn’t originally planning on having cat be in this fic but should i write her in (this fic will still have a happy ending). also, this is a bit of a filler chapter but the next chapter is gonna be really long and i’m so busy this week so it may not be out until this weekend. i will post an update on here when i have a better idea of when it will be out. anyways...did you hear that??? i think it’s wedding bells...
#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid#reid x reader#spencer x reader#cm fanfic#criminal minds
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Again
Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Reader
Warnings: Notes of depression and suicidal thoughts but nothing explicitly mentioned
Word Count: 2.4K
Summary: Five Hargreeves seems to have his heart taken by a mysterious girl who has spent a lot of time with him in a future that he’s trying desperately to erase.
Author’s Note: My first TUA work and so kinda excited for it. Will there be a part two?? Undecided for now must most probably not.
Forever Taglist: @simonsbluee
“Hello?” Five called out as he walked closer to where the heaps of his findings had fallen down. The dust cloud was making it difficult to see but as soon as it settled, he sighed.
‘Of course.’ Why did he even expect to find anyone?
But then another pile fell down and he knew it couldn’t have been a coincidence. He ran over the coincidence fallen debris to find you hiding behind it, looking dehydrated and in tears.
His eyes widened when they landed on the burns on your body, finding it amazing that you even managed to survive them.
But compared to the others, you got off easy.
“Hello?”
The whole while you had been staring at him but it was only when he spoke it felt like you were actually looking at him.
Immediately, you got to your feet, tears spilling onto your cheeks as you threw your arms around him. He instinctively caught your form as it collided with his, holding you close as you buried your head into his neck, sobbing.
“I’m so glad you found me.”
****
Allison noticed the way Five looked longingly across the street. At first, she thought he was just staring lovingly at the cafe because he needed a shot of espresso but she quickly noticed that his eyes were locked on the tables outside the little coffee shop.
In a table right underneath the shade of a parasol, sat you alongside your older sister, just enjoying a drink and chatting very animatedly. She looked between the two of you a couple of times, wondering which one of you Five was staring at but ultimately deciding that it wasn’t important.
“Five?”
“Hmm?” He answered distractedly, not shifting his gaze to his sister and continuing to watch you. Seeing you smile so brightly had a small smile coming to his face but no matter who saw it there was a touch of despair and sadness behind it.
“Do you know her?”
“Not....yet.”
She turned back to the table, watching you drink whatever you had in your cup and wondered what Five meant by that. Were you someone who survived the Apocalypse?
“Yes.”
“Oh, I said that out loud?”
“She’s the sole survivor of the Apocalypse.”
It was as though you could hear them talking about you even though they had the distance of a busy road between the two of you, but you looked up and locked eyes with him, holding your gaze curiously.
He continued to look at you with an unreadable emotion and time slowed down. The noises around Five slowly faded into cotton and the people faded into wisps of sweet-scented smoke.
And then suddenly like as if someone crashed through a window, he heard a glass smash and the trance was broken. You turned back to your sister, only sparing small glances back at him to see if this mysterious stranger was still watching you.
“Five? You okay, buddy?”
He sighed, now knowing that you really couldn’t recognize him and so he turned his back to you, disappointed, to meet his sibling’s concerned eyes.
“I’m not sure.”
****
You cuddled closer to five, watching the fire flicker and trying to stop shivering. He sighed exasperatedly and you knew he was angry with you but you really couldn’t care less about how he felt while your teeth chattered and you shook like a chihuahua.
“I know you’re upset with me because I made us stop but it’s not like we have a deadline or something. It’s just the two of us, we can do things as slowly as we want to.” You told him, trying to relax but something in the back of your mind wasn’t settling right.
You hated being alone with him. You hated being the only 2 people on the planet. Your heart yearned for something else.
“Dammit, (Y/N), we can’t just sit around and do nothing!” He snapped, throwing the last piece of kindling into the fire and a few of the embers jumped out.
“Why not! It’s not like we have anything to live for here anyway! We should just end it now!” You shouted in his face, feeling a wave of tears grow. You missed your normal life, you missed your family, your parents and people.
You missed it all.
“I won’t die like this! I will find a way to stop the Apocalypse even if it kills me! I will fight for it!” It seemed like he was trying to convince himself more than you but all you felt was a weight on your heart and you broke down into tears, hiding your face from Five who immediately felt guilty.
“I can’t fight anymore, Five. There’s nothing waiting for us at the end of the line, I can’t do this anymore, Five, I can’t.” You sobbed.
He pulled you into his arms and you cried into his chest while he rubbed gentle strokes up and down your back while you choked over your own breath. He felt his own tears prick in the corner of his eyes.
“We’ll change it all, there has to be something, (Y/N), there just has to.”
****
“Five are you okay?” Came a concerned voice from one of his brothers but the younger boy (physically) couldn’t tell which one it was. He was far too lost in his own thoughts.
“Five?” Allison called out again, shaking her little brother’s (again, physically) shoulder and he snapped out of his trance, only realizing then he had overfilled his cup of coffee and spilled it everywhere.
“Oh.” He muttered quietly before getting a rag to clean it up.
Above his head, Allison and Klaus shared a concerned look and had a mental conversation about whether they should ask Five what was bothering him. It was likely he would just talk about equations and tell them they didn’t have the capacity to understand it.
But this seemed different to his usual ‘I’m superior than you and incredibly stressed about this Apocalypse’ silence. So, against their better judgement they decided to ask Five about it.
“Five is everything okay? You’ve been acting weird ever since the coffee shop.”
“Oh, coffee shop? What happened at the coffee shop? Was there another gun fight?” Asked Klaus excitedly and Allison spared him an eye-roll before sitting down.
“No, he saw a girl and well, he did that.” She explained, pointing to Five where he stood just holding a rag in his hands and not even bothering to wipe up the mess he made.
“Oh, well I can fix that no problem.” Klaus said, sliding off the table and onto one of the chairs, “You see, baby brother, when a boy comes to the age of puberty—”
“Shut up!” Ben snapped from behind him and Allison slapped the back of his head but Klaus clearly saw the smile on her face before she glared at him.
“Five seriously, what’s wrong? Who was that girl?”
“She—” His voice cracked a little and he cleared his throat, “She’s nobody.”
“Not yet.” She pressed and he sighed before abandoning the rag and sitting in front of them. The older siblings immediately noticed the way he was playing with his tie, fidgeting in a way that was very unlike him.
“You said she survived the Apocalypse. So, the two of you obviously met.”
“Yeah, we did.” He spoke softly, still fidgeting with his collar and not meeting their eyes.
“And I’m assuming she’s important to you somehow?”
He sighed, leaving his collar and from his palm fell out the pendant of the necklace hung around his neck. Although from a closer look, it was a pendant as much as a—
The three of them gasped, “Five, she is not.”
He nodded sadly, hand going back to the wedding band strung on a chain around his neck.
****
“Do you think it’s legal?”
“We’re pretty much the only people here so I’m assuming it is.”
“Don’t we need witnesses or something?”
“That’s a stupid old law, made my stupid old folks that aren’t alive anymore.” He said, smiling gently as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You gave him a teasing smile, reaching up to brush a few strands of hair out of his face.
You couldn’t help the giggles when he reached down to kiss you gently. It was infectious apparently because Five couldn’t stop the smile from growing on his face either as he leaned closer, making your back curve.
“I like the way you think, Mr. Hargreeves.”
“I like the way you kiss, Mrs. Hargreeves.”
You chortled and burst into laughter as did he. It was one of the happiest moments since you both found each other and moments like these were as rare as they came, when the two of you were just laughing in each other’s arms like carefree people.
Of course, you couldn’t have a big fancy wedding with your family and go for a fancy honeymoon, but this wedding gave you something that you had wanted ever since the Apocalypse.
A family.
****
Allison, Klaus and Ben all noticed the way that Five smiled when he thought about you. They noticed the gentleness in his voice and how wistful it became all of a sudden as he told them about you.
Allison grinned at him, feeling incredibly relieved that her brother had somebody to hold him while he had suffered through the apocalypse. Hearing the story of how he survived so many years all alone really broke her heart.
She always knew that she had a rough childhood without the love of a real father, but hearing Five’s story made her feel like she had it easy. At least she had civilization around her.
But even with the relief she felt it was ridiculously incredulous that her brother who couldn’t even drive legally yet was legally married. It was too much to even process and a part of her is reminded of when her daughter told her that she married Elmo.
But the longer she watched Five the more convinced she grew. He actually married you and lived a long life by your side before he came here to stop the Apocalypse.
“Wait...” She spoke up, realization hitting her, “Five, if the two of you met because of the Apocalypse, if you stop it...” She stopped herself from saying the rest, seeing his face fall. Klaus gasped softly from beside them, understanding what Allison was trying to say.
It seemed like Five was trying to gather himself and both siblings say the way he swallowed painfully and the way his mouth quivered for just a second.
“I know.”
****
“I want you to do this, Five.” You told your husband, holding onto him tighter and burying your face into his neck and trying to hide your tears from him.
His arms looped around your waist and he pressed kisses to your shoulder, cradling your head gently. You heard his breath stutter by your ear and tightened your hold on him.
“I won’t leave you.” He said firmly and you sighed but didn’t move from his hold. He was firm on that decision since he married you, giving up on his search to find the correct equation, promising that he wouldn’t abandon you.
But you knew what lied in his heart. His love for his siblings, the guilt for not doing anything to save them and him spending hours awake while you were asleep just wondering what it would have been like had he done something.
“You’ll never forgive yourself if you don’t do this.” You murmured and his body shook a little from trying to hold in his sobs.
“I can’t leave you.”
“It’s okay.” You whispered, pulling away to cup his cheeks and you wiped a few of his stray tears away. You knew it must have been tearing him up inside if he was crying and it hurt but you also knew that he needed to hear this.
“It’s okay, I’m happy that we had our time together. I’m so unbelievably happy to have met you, Five, but I know that this is something you need to do.” You told him earnestly, still wiping tears from his cheeks.
“I love you.” He whispered so gently because he was sure his voice would crack.
“I love you too.” The tears running down your cheeks was in contrast to the sad smile on your face as you pulled him in for a hug.
It was after that he began his search to find the right equation again and it was admirable to see him work so hard but also heart-breaking because you knew when he would find the right one the two of you would be separated.
But still you encouraged him and supported him, knowing that in another world, the two of you could have possibly been happier had the Apocalypse not taken place.
It hurt, but at the same time, you wanted it to happen, which broke your heart even more.
And somewhere deep down you hoped that you would meet Five in another life and love him again.
You really hoped.
****
You sat quietly in the corner of the booth with earphones plugged in and reading a book with your favourite drink sitting on the table in front of you. You were so immersed in the book that you didn’t hear the boy in front of you until he tapped on the table politely.
Pulling out an earphone, you looked up to see a boy about your age with a charming smile and a cup of coffee in his hands.
“Hi, do you mind if I sit here?”
“Of course not.” You smiled, moving your bag off the table so he could sit comfortably.
“I’m Five.” He said, holding his hand out for you to shake and you nodded.
“That’s a pretty unusual name, I’m (Y/N).”
He smiled in a mysterious yet adorable way and you couldn’t help but feel that there was a reason he sat down. One you would find out extremely later but for now it was enticing and curious which attracted you to him even more.
“Nice to meet you.”
‘Again.’
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