I also wanted to name my son Eren if I have one, I was too scared people would make fun of him (bcs of how popular aot is lol) but I heard that’s it’s pretty common in Turkey + your son is ADORABLE so I will definitely name my son Eren. I LOVE YOU

awwww baby thank you so much for the compliment 😭😭😭

yeah eren is a pretty common name in turkey. I think one of my moots here said that 5 out of 20 guys in turkey have that name LOL

if it's not common in your country, maybe you can do what I do, just combine it with another name or something. My son's full name is actually Erenathan Sky Atreya so it's not just Eren. some people call him Nathan or Sky or Rey, and I don't mind. I just like to call him Eren cause I'm simping for that man and i want to have a reason to call his name everyday without being weird LMAO

Heather pt 2.

Word count- 1,449 words

Warnings: none

Y/n/n your Nick name

Y/b/s your birth stone

Y/l/n your last name

Tagged: @butterfliesinthenightsky @emerald-xcd

3 weeks after JJ and Heather became a 'thing' you fought with yourself, trying to figure out if you should just avoid JJ or just be around him and act like everything is fine.

At first, you avoided him. Your dodged his texts and calls, you picked up extra shifts at The Wreck, even said your mother needed your help to redecorate your house. Of course there were times where you had no other choice than to see him. Tonight was Christmas Eve, which sadly was one of those nights.

The group decided to throw a holiday 'party' inside of the Chateau to celebrate Christmas. Kie thought it would be a good idea to have a Secret Santa, despise everybody else's protests. You picked a name out of a hat, glad that you were given John B.

After everyone was given a week to pick out a gift for their person. You had gotten John B a necklace with a silver seaboard. You also went on an aquarium website and adopted a sea turtle for him, named it Crush and printed out an adoption certificate.

Everyone gathered around in a circle on the living room floor. You took your spot next to Kie and Pope, holding back an eye roll as JJ and Heather sat in front of you. You couldn't help but notice how he didnt have an arm around her like usual. Pope wrapped his arm around your shoulder, "let me know if you need to leave." He whispered in your ear, knowing everything that went down after that night.

JJ shot a weird look at him, eyeing just how close he pulled you towards him. "Thank you." You smiled at him, thankful to have these amazing friends who cared about you.

"Alright! Let's get started, anyone wanna go first?" Kie clapped her hands together.

John b had Kie, he had gotten her a temporary tattoo of ocean designs for her. Kie had Heather, who made the girl a puka shell necklace. Following the circle, Heather had Pope who got him a $250 gift card to Barnes and Nobles. Pope had JJ, he got him a customized rolling tray for his weed, along with a matching grinder.

It was finally your turn. You grabbed the envelope behind your back and handed it to John B, his smile growing wider. "What'd you get me y/n/n?" He asked, ripping the envelope open.

The necklace dropped into his lap, he picked it up as his mouth formed an 'O' shape. "Y/n this is beautiful oh my god." He moved his head as he put the piece of jewelry on, his fingers fiddling with the charm.

"Look at the paper." You grinned, pulling your knees up to your chest. He quickly unwrapped the paper, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head. "You got me a sea turtle?!" He shouted, everyone reaching forward to read the paper.

"Technically adopted it! But his name is Crush, and if you visit the aquarium with that certificate you can swim around with him." You grinned brightly, giggling as John B tackled you in a hug.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you." He mumbled, finally releasing you. JJ watched your smile grow as you hugged John B, his jaw slightly clenching.

"John B you almost suffocated her." Kie laughed, pointing out the red mark on her neck. "Oh holy shit I'm sorry!"

The laughter died down as JJ held out a small present in front of you. Your eyes refused to look at him as you shyly took the gift from his hand. Unwrapping it, it reveled a long, black velvet box. Your hands shook as you opened it to reveal a beautiful necklace with y/b/s as a charm.

"JJ..." you trailed off, your mouth falling open. Your fingers skimmed the chain, only imagining how much this cost him. You looked up at him, tears stinging your eyes. "It's beautiful JJ. Thank you." You grinned, clipping the chain around your neck.

You never realized but Heather got up at some point, only to come up with a tray full of hot coco for everyone. You thanked her, taking a sip of the hot liquid. Everyone broke away from the circle. Lifting your head up from the mug, JJ laughed at you. "What?" You questioned.

"You got a little bit of a whip cream mustache," JJ pointed out with his index finger, "here." JJ leaned forward, holding your chin with his index finger, he ran his thumb across your top lip. "There you go..." he trailed off, noticing how close you two were.

Your eyes flickered down to the soft grin that was on his lips. It took everything in you not to lean forward and kiss him right there. You took a deep breath, leaning back and thanking him. You jumped up from your spot and quickly left him alone, missing him mumble a "you're welcome."

Moments went by until you ran to the window to see small snowflakes scattering through the air. You quickly ran out into the backyard, huddling yourself into your sweater. Tilting your head up, you stuck your tongue out.

You giggled to yourself as you caught stray snowflakes on your tongue. "The last time I saw you like that it was 5th grade. We were on the playground during recess and while you were eating snowflakes, I was on the slide that had ice on it. I flew down it and accidentally tackled you to the ground." JJ's voice spoke up from behind you, his voice spooking you.

"You sent me to the nurse with a bloody nose and you with a cut on your head." You chuckled at the memory.

He sat himself on the stairs, patting the spot next to him. You hesitated for a moment before joining him, watching the ground slowly get covered by the snow.

You two sat in silence for a moment before he broke it, "Heather and I broke up." You nearly choked on air at his words. "Oh... I'm sorry." You apologized. You knew in your heart that there was a feeling of relief, however you knew JJ was never one for dating so this must have been serious for him.

"I'm not." He admitted, holding his hands out as the snow melted once it touched his warm skin. "Why? I-I mean only if you're comfortable talking about it, it's none of my buisness." You rambled, picking at the ends of your sleeve.

"Because she's not you."

Your head snapped towards him, furrowing your eyebrows. "What?"

"I mean yeah, she was a great girl. But I hated you avoiding me. I hated not talking with you every night. I hated how if I joked about something she didn't like she would get all uppity about it. I mean she said whatever and that we'd still be friends but I know for a fact she's gonna ignore me after tonight. She doesn't have her own opinion, if I say something she'll agree with it. But with you, it's always a challenge. If I call you a rude name you call me one that's worse. Hell, remember when we argued for 3 days straight about if curly fries were better than smiley face fries." Now JJ was the one spewing out words, remembering all the memories they've made.

"And back in middle school when we had to do a debate on global warming, you killed me in it. You have a voice and you're not afraid to use it. And God, this is gonna sound like a shitty romance movie, but when I tell you I think you're the most beautiful girl in the world, I mean it. It killed me to see you hate yourself-" in a swift movement you cupped the side of his face and connected your lips.

He reached his hand over and held  on tightly to your waist. He grinned into the passionate kiss, his heartbeat loud enough for her to hear it. You pulled back, resting your forehead on his.

"You should definitely cut me off more often." He mumbled, his lips softly brushing yours as he spoke. "Will do." You rubbed your lips together, JJ wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

His eyes fell down to the necklace you wore, "I'm really glad you like that." He said, his fingers skimming your neck. "JJ, how much did this cost you?" You questioned, resting your head on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth from his body that you've been so desperately missing.

"I saved up for about 2 years. Total cost was about $400." Your jaw dropped.

"JJ Maybank you spent $400 on me?" You asked in disbelief.

"And it was worth every penny." He looked down at you and grinned. Pulling out his phone, he checked the clock to read '12:27 a.m.'

"Merry Christmas y/l/n." He pressed his lips to your forehead.

"Merry Christmas Maybank."

Another One?

Masterlist

requests are open 

i did promise something to my fellow Misha’s and it has been fulfilled  

(don’t judge the choices I make, no God can tame me)

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“So get this. Lake Cachuma, California. Three men found dead with their ears blown out. All three found at the same place, at the edge of a dock leading into the water.”

“And this is our thing how?”

“Well, they weren’t taking some lovely vacation Dean. All three were found in their suits with a little note spilling their secret infidelities.”

“That’ll do it. Do we have a lead?”

“Yeah, Cassandra Peters. Senior at Santa Barbara High School, her dad was the most recent victim.”

“I hope you packed your bikini Sammy, California here we come.”

A Few Hours Later...

Yeah, it wasn’t sunny and warm as Dean Winchester expected. Cloudy skies and a light breeze greeted Sam and Dean as they arrived at the Peters household. Thunder rumbled in the distance, signifying a coming storm. 

“Still ready for that swim Dean?”

“Oh shut up.”

“I don’t think you’ll need sunscreen anymore, I know how much you hate it.”

“Sam-

“Um, can I help you?”

The argument came to a halt when a young girl opened the door.

“Cassandra Peters?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you mind if we talk to you about-”

“My dad’s death? So does everyone else, so how are you any different?”

Sam and Dean were left speechless. Sure there were people who were defensive after a family death, but a teenage girl? Usually, day old mascara streaks could be seen with red, teary eyes. But Cassandra Peters? Her face was void of any emotion with dull eyes. 

“We know what it’s like,” Dean started, “to lose someone.”

“Yeah well, do you know what it’s like to learn that that person wasn’t someone you knew?”

“We understand if you don’t want to talk about it, nobody does, but sometimes it’s easier to tell someone how you actually feel.” Sam hoped that was enough to get the girl talking. 

She looked slightly guilty, I mean, they looked like nice guys. 

“Look, I’m sorry. A friend of mine taught me to stop the tears with being an asshole. I don’t see how it works or how she does it, but I guess it’s a coping mechanism. Not for me I suppose.”

“Believe us when we say we understand.”

“Well, seeing as you’re still here, ask away.”

“Okay, was there anything strange that occurred around the time your dad died?”

“Well besides the weather, I don’t think so. Like the two before, a rain storm hit without warning. The streets flooded, you could barely see in front of you.”

“What about your dad? Did he seem strange to you?”

“Yeah, maybe two days before he seemed nervous, scared. He kept saying someone was following him. Some girl in a white dress.”

“Did he say what she looked like?”

“You see, that’s the strange part. He said he saw Y/N, which is weird because she was with me or in rehearsal. And there is no way Y/N would skip rehearsal.”

“Do you know where we can find Y/N?”

“She should be at rehearsal now actually. She’s not in trouble is she?”

“No, we just need to check up on her, have a little chat.”

“She’s at the high school, but be careful, she really doesn’t like being interrogated about her parents or any family related subject. She gave me the tip of being an asshole instead of being depressed, still not seeing how that works.”

“Can we ask why?”

“Her step-dad was the first victim.”

“Right. Well, if you think of anything, give us a call. Even the smallest thing can help.”

Dean handed her the famous “business” card, which made Cassandra do a double-take. 

“Sam and Dean Winchester? As in Y/N Winchester?”

“Sorry?”

“Y/N Winchester, that’s who I’m talking about. You have the same name. Now come to think of it, you guys kind of look alike.”

Cassandra pulls a picture from her phone.

“This is Y/N.”

Sam and Dean share a look, one between shock and nervousness.

“Would you, uh, would you mind telling us about her?” Dean asked, afraid to know the truth. 

“I don’t see why not, this is some TV shit. But you should probably come in, the rain won’t be getting any better.”

The Peters household was quiet and empty. Even with all the lights on, the house was dark. What captured the brother’s attention was the pictures of Cassandra and Y/N. 

“So what do you wanna know?”

“Anything really.”

“Okay. Y/N Marie Winchester, where to start. Born June 25, 1989, she’s a Cancer. Tall, like you two. She has the kindest eyes, when she looks at her it’s like she can see into your soul. She acts tough at first, but once she lets you in she’s one of the funniest people you’ve ever known. Oh, absolutely hates dresses, her favorite things to wear are flannels and her leather jacket. God that leather jacket, she never takes that thing off. She loves to sing, always has. She doesn’t like to get close to people, it’s like she’s afraid they’ll get hurt or that maybe she’ll have to leave them behind.”

Sam smiled softly and Dean held a thoughtful look, Could there really be another Winchester?

“Wait, she has your smile. And she has that same look when taking a test. Do you really not know if you’re related?”

“No, no Y/N Winchester has came up.”

“Well, I’ll take you to her. One, I’d love for Y/N to have her family. Two, I need a source of happiness and this family reunion will do it.”

“Lead the way.”

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“Okay, one more run through ‘World Burn’ and that’s a wrap. Y/N you ready?”

“Always.”

“Alright, from the top!”

Approx. a minute or two later, idk time 

As the trio made their way to the theatre, Cassandra could hear the chorus. 

“Come on! We’re gonna miss the best part.”

Lucky for them, they made it before the big note. 

“Gotta love a woman in power. Wait here, I’ll bring her to you.” Cassandra jogs towards Y/N as she jumped offstage. Greeting her with a hug, she explains her predicament. 

“A sister,” Dean started, “we might have a sister?”

“With the world we live in, I don’t find it impossible Dean.”

“But why would Dad-”

“Sam, Dean, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Sam and Dean. Winchester.”

“Okay, I get that, but that doesn’t automatically make us related Cass.”

“Stop being hard-headed. Why don’t you guys talk it out? I’ll meet up with Jessie. See you later jerk.” With that, Cassandra took a U-turn towards another student.

“Bitch.” Y/N called after her. She turned towards the two giants, making a face at their surprised ones. “What?”

“Nothing, do you mind if we talk to you outside?”

“I don’t see why not.”

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“Holy shit! Is that a 1967 Chevy Impala? Please tell me it’s yours, I’ll tell you all my life secrets if it is.”

“Uh, yeah, it is.” Dean stuttered. The information the brothers were learning kept hitting them in the face. Is she really a Winchester?

“Yes! Let us congregate at this lunch table and I’ll spill my tragic life story.”

“So, you sing?”

“Yeah, best thing that’s ever happened to me. Everyone says I took it from my mom, but who knows, not me that’s for sure. Me and Cass are also in a band, which reminds me, I have to be somewhere in two hours, so if we could do this a little fast that would be great thanks.”

Dean, unlike Sam, wanted to get straight to the point. Why ease into the subject when it is so painfully obvious she’s a Winchester?

“What do you know about your dad?”

“Not much really, I just know he took off before I was born. I lived with my mother until I was about 5. Then my quote unquote “dad” came back into my life and my mother disappeared. Stayed with him for about a year, met a lot of strange people, and I was finally dropped off with some random couple here. Terrible parenting, but here I am alive and well I guess. But he did leave me some sort of book, more of a copy.”

Both brothers were intrigued in her life story. A strange life, a Winchester life. Y/N pulled the book out of her backpack, but when she did her shirt allowed the top of the anti-possession tattoo to peak out. Everything was pointing towards the fact that the three were related, but we can’t have any stones left unturned can we?

“Did that book say anything about your dad? A name, a picture maybe?” Sam was anxious.

“There was a letter when the book was first given to me with the initials J.W. but that’s it. I don’t think he wants to be found.” A solemn look crossed her face. “Well, that was fun, but I have to go.”

“Wait-”

“Look, you guys seem nice and it would be cool if we were related somehow, but I have a place to be. You’re welcome to come by though. I’ll give you my number, and maybe we could talk tomorrow. I should have more time seeing that it is Saturday tomorrow. It was nice meeting you Sam and Dean. I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

As she walked away, Sam and Dean formed a plan. First, kill whatever monster terrorizing the town, then find out who the hell Y/N Winchester was.

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So close, but apparently so far. Upon looking in the journal, Sam and Dean found  a new monster, a siren. And though the monster seemed to be a siren, something wasn’t right. The bleeding ears made no sense. No siren case had bleeding ears. However, banshee cases dealt with bleeding ears, but no bodies near water. There was only one answer.

Break time. 

Y/N had sent Dean a message about the bar her band would be at, so the brothers decided to find out as much as they could about the girl before heading there.

“Dean, there’s nothing in the journal and I’ve read through it twice, what else are we missing?”

“Missing...missing...missing! Sammy, you’ve outdone yourself.” Dean reached into his pocket and pulled the stolen letter.

“Dean!”

“What! It slipped out of her journal.” Bitchface. “Okay, maybe I slipped it out of her journal, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that we can compare Dad’s handwriting with the letter. And then you can hack into hospital records to find her birth certificate.”

“I am not hacking into the hospital records.”

“Oh c’mon Sammy, don’t you want to know who she is?”

“Of course I do, but I don’t want to get arrested while doing it.”

“Whatever, just give me the journal.”

Dean was only going to skim over the handwriting before something caught his eye. Information that wasn’t shared lay on the paper. The J.W was obvious on the bottom, but what caught his eyes were his name, Sam’s name, and an unfamiliar one. 

“That little bitch.”

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It took too long, it took too long, it took too long For you to call back And normally, I would just forget that Except for the fact it was my birthday My fuckin' birthday

Sam and Dean entered the bar, a bar that apparently allowed teenagers in, and spotted Y/N on the small stage. They could see why she needed to leave, not only to get them off her tail, but for all the other students partying their asses off.

We got along, we got along, we got along Until you did that Now all I want is just my stuff back Do you get that? Let me repeat that I want my shit back  

“So what’s the plan?”

“One we have to get her away from everyone else. Two, we can’t let her out of our sight. Remember what Cassandra said, the weather aligns with a body being found the next day. And since we don’t know the next victim, we have to hold Y/N hostage somehow.” 

“Where do we take her? She’s not going to abandon her friends Dean.”

“I don’t know, tell her we found something about Dad or her mom. Technically, we’re not lying, so don’t feel bad about it.” 

“Yeah, yeah alright.”

The two parted ways, searching for inconspicuous exits while watching Y/N. Though, it didn’t take long before Y/N spotted Sam. 

“Hey Sam, glad you made it. Where’s Dean?”

“He’s around here somewhere. Look, I needed to talk to you about your dad. We think we found something.”

“Now?”

“Yeah, I mean, if you can.”

“Now’s not really a good time. We can’t pick this up tomorrow?”

“It’s ki-” “Sammy!”

“Oh hey Y/N, mind if we talk to you for a second?”

“I can’t leave-”

“Yeah, but we really need to talk to you.” Dean had a smug smirk holding up the letter. 

“Fine.” 

Outside...

“So Y/N, you got anything important to tell us?”

“Nothing you don’t already know Dean.”

“Wrong answer.”

“Dean-”

“No Sammy, she needs to start telling the truth before someone gets hurt. Like little Cassie’s dad or Jessie’s dad.” 

“What do you want from me Dean?”

“You see, we were here on a case, but I bet you already knew that. Three people were killed, your step-dad, Matthew Jacobs, and Holt Peters, but you already knew that. All three said they saw a girl in white, and what do you know, it was you. We thought we solved the case, but nothing fit the banshee or siren profile. Imagine my surprise when I find my name along with Sam’s and a little gift. Athena Drea, some hybrid between a banshee and a siren. Fits the profile doesn’t it? Oh but that’s not all, Dad knew her, dear old John Winchester knew your mommy. And I’m betting that she disappeared because her time was up. What I don’t understand is your name? Why were you blessed with some form of mom’s name? What is so special about Y/N Marie Winchester?”

Angry tears streamed down Y/n’s face.

“Congratulations Dean Winchester. You figured me out.”

“Y/N-”

“No, it’s fine Sam, he’s right. What’s so special about me? The fact that I have no parents? That I have my mother’s powers? That I’m related to you? Nothing good comes with being me. There’s always a catch. Those people I killed? They tried to kill me first. Those lies about cheating, made them up. Yes it’s sick and twisted, but I’m still alive right? I’m lucky? I tried to protect you from knowing me, from being related to me. Why do you think I never reached out to you? Everyone around me gets hurt. My friends don’t know me like they think they do, I killed their dad! There is nothing special about me, and god if there is, I’d really like to know. Because all I know is that I’m a screw up with no family. So forgive me for running and lying.”

She tried to leave, but an arm on her shoulder prevented her from doing so. 

“You two should go, leave before something else happens. There’s no monster to kill, but I’d gladly let you kill me. That wouldn’t be the worst thing that’s happened to me.”

“Y/N.”

She shrugged his hand off and started to run.

“Y/N!”

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“You were right, I should have never gotten attached.”

It was dark, the only source of light came from the moon. The sounds of the lake calmed Y/N from the harsh argument. 

“People got hurt.”

The quiet brought her peace.

“Some were innocent. Cass and Jessie, they didn’t deserve their family to fall apart.”

It took Sam and Dean quite a while to find Y/N. 

“I met them. Sam and Dean, they seem nice, but I screwed up mum. I lied and I don’t think they like me much anymore. It was nice to know that I had family out there. I know dad told me in the letter, but I didn’t think we would meet. You know how it goes, hunters and monsters don’t mix.”

Sneaking behind her wasn’t easy.

“I don’t understand mum. I don’t know what to do anymore. I can’t stay here anymore. I’ll have to leave and I won’t have anybody anymore.”

“You have us.”

She whipped around to find her brothers awkwardly standing there. 

“What do you two bozos want?”

Sam took the initiative, “We want you to come with us.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re family,” Dean surprisingly said, “and family means no one gets left behind.”

With that, the three had a slightly awkward, yet welcomed group hug,

Hours later.....

Everything was sorted. Y/N was leaving with Sam and Dean, and it was exciting. No more school, Sam sort of disapproved on that. A constant road trip with her family. Although, they would encounter many obstacles in their journey. 

Only one thing was left in Y/N’s mind. She sat in the backseat of the Impala and couldn’t resist it any longer.

“Hey Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you just Lilo & Stitch me back there?” Sam laughed and Y/N started to giggle.

“Shut up.” But he looked out his window with a smile.

She really was a Winchester.

Target II - Chapter 6

HOLY SHIT sorry for the delay but I seriously got into a rut of ‘I don’t wanna” then Queen happened but now Chapter 6 is here!!! Now I’m not going to lie I did channel Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds for a small section of this. Now Four comes across as a fuck boy in this chapter cause ya girl was dealing with some shit while writing this. Also I never thought that I would ever google “how to clean a gun” and “how to care for throwing knives” BUT HERE WE ARE!!!

Tags; @adrenaline-roulette​ and @amy-brooklyn99​ - if you would like to be tagged just let me know

Pairing; Four x Eight (female reader) Fandom; 6 Underground Warnings; Swearing, angst, mentions of trafficking again (sorry), violence against fellow ghosts and smoking Word count; 1.9k (total so far 9.8k) 

Summary; The team has moved onto their next target after dealing with Rovach Alimov, a war criminal named John Dough. Eight has just joined the team and is dying to show how much she deserves to be there

Catch up: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

A week has passed since my last interaction with Billy, was he avoiding me? I was able to keep my mind off the blonde for a while by concentrating on the hard drive and working out who John Dough interacted with most so we could hopefully take down his whole operation. Unfortunately, I made quick work of that task as Dough was meticulously organised. He had folders for business associates, shell companies, calendars and meetings with audio logs, he even had a folder for completed deals, and all were named as such. Normally organised hard drives were sought after, but all I wanted was a massive mess to have to dive into, search for what I need and take my mind off that stupidly beautiful blonde. So I started to make notes, prolonging my work and making the next brief easier, or at least that’s what I was telling myself. I decided a timeline was the best way to figure this guy out, so that’s exactly what I did. I hit play on a random playlist on my iPod to have play in the background while I focused. According to every system I had access to; John Dough did not exist before 2001 when he was 29. There are no birth or death certificates, no school, prison or medical records, no properties or loans under his name. He was effectively like us, a ghost. No real name or family, nothing tying him to anything before his crimes. Which began when he made a name for himself as a hitman. Starting slow, killing random strangers for other random strangers to make money, but without a conscious, it appeared he had no rules when it came to his murder for hire business. Three had previously mentioned almost all hitmen refuse to kill children, a few less refuse to kill women, but this guy had no cut off point. His youngest victim was just 6 months old when the car he was in with his mother exploded, as per the deal with the scumbag husband and father who paid him $500,000 for the hit. In 2008 he left the hitman business and became a human trafficker, more money and more risk involved with that particular lifestyle. And in that position he was able to create all sorts of partnerships with all types of psychopaths and lowlifes, so in 2011 when he decided that he wanted more money and more power, he became an arms dealer. His biggest earning clients were the terrorist cells he supplied with guns and chemical weapons. And that’s what he’s been doing for the past nine years, and that’s what caught One’s eye. One had a sneaking suspicion that Dough has supplied Rovach with the Sarin gas for the attack that he bore witness to all those years ago. Granted One had no idea I knew he was there during that attack, but I gather intelligence, of course I knew he was there.

Eight: Call a brief. One: You sure you’re ready, or do you still need your beauty sleep? Eight: Fuck off cunt. One: This better be fucking good. Hanger, 1 hour.

I busied myself, making seven copies of my notes and timeline and filed one copy into one folder for everyone, shoved another cigarette into my mouth and lit it, pocketed the pack and made my way over to the hanger with the files and my laptop. I had to set up to make this brief go smoothly, because unlike the rest of the ghosts, I have been legally dead for the past 3 years, well before One had recruited me. If One decided that he no longer needed me, I wasn’t stuck for options, he didn’t have to actually kill me and I could make do on my own, and he knew that.

I wirelessly connected my laptop to the multiple screens around the room, giving everyone a decent view of what I’ve found, and just as I was placing the folders around our table, One entered the room, making a scene and complaining that I was making the room smell worse with my cigarettes. “I prefer cigarette smoke over the smell of dried blood that normally floods this room” I sneered in his direction. He just rolled his eyes in response. Slowly everyone filtered in and took their seats, Billy was last in and refused to make eye contact with you. Fuck him; he doesn’t know what he’s missing! With a slight shake of my head I steadied my breath and started going over everything I know. “Alrighty squirrel friends, I have delved deep into this monsters hard drive and this is what I’ve learnt…” I started my monologue, going over the time line I created with all his victims in the early days, moving onto his trafficking days with the photos found a week ago inside their own manila folder for only the brave to look at. Four pushed that folder as far away from him as possible as soon as I mention what was inside. Finishing with his latest weapons deals that were leading to innocent deaths in the hundreds of thousands to possible millions. “Prior to 2001, there is nothing on him. I have no idea what this man was doing before he turned 29 so just in case it wasn’t obvious; John Dough is not his birth name.” this caused a small chuckle from the ghosts. “But what I do know, he travels to meet this man” I flashed a picture of a fat, white and balding man up on the screens for the team to see “twice a month, to eat expensive meals, drink ridiculously old and pricey scotch, smoke Cuban cigars and fuck high end prostitutes. Not to mention secure guns and chemical weapons for the people Dough sells to. His name is Stanislav Zakirov, a high level member of the Russian Mob. Now we could go after this piece of shit as well, but that would be more of a shit show than Hong Kong was. I would recommend hitting Dough after one of these meetings, after Zakirov leaves. This minimises the risk to us, keeps us away from the Russians, and means we can take this fucker down.” The room fell quiet as soon as I finished my speech; I was done talking so I just waited for someone to say something, a glance up at One revealed he was avoiding looking at me after his last words to me in person. After a few minutes with not a single word I decided I was done sitting around, I picked up my laptop once more, I walked past One and said loudly “Was that fucking good enough for you? Prick” lit another cigarette and walked out the hanger.  

Now with nothing to do to take my mind off everything that had happened over the past weeks I felt lost and unable to get rid of my anger, so a ritualistic activity was needed. Cleaning my guns and sharpening my knives. I walked to a rusted airplane fuselage across the lot that was upcycled into the armoury for the team, and over to my gear and started to lay out the items needed. I started with my knives, unsheathing the blades and placing them on the metal bench, and one by one sharpening them with my trusty bastard file, quickly washing away any shavings that might be left on the knife-edge and rubbing them down with lubricant, thankfully gun lubricant works for this as that’s all I had left. As I was sharpening the last blade I noticed it was slightly bent, possibly from the last mission, so I made quick work of straightening it out, placing it slightly offset from a piece of the fuselage and using my body weight. Not the best way to do it but after years I found it was the quickest. After all my knives were sharpened I started the formulaic process of cleaning my guns. Rolling out a towel and placing the brushes, lubricant, cleaning solvent and cotton swabs down and disassembling my guns one at a time. I found myself falling into rhythm, the clicks and smells of the cleaning solution taking my mind off the joke that was this teams current state of being. As I was working on my last gun my heightened instincts told me that someone was coming towards the armoury. I grabbed one of my knives and used my shirt to wipe away any remaining lubricant, and with one swift move I turned on the stool I was on and threw the blade. The knife pierced the plastic on the side of the planes body right by the door, a warning throw, not intended to harm but to scare away whoever was coming. “Fuck me dead Eight! You have to stop doing that to me” One’s voice, dripping with frustration and anger broke the silence of the room. “Maybe you should’ve learnt your lesson from last time and avoid sneaking up on me when I’m pissed off” I sneered, my attention was back to my gun, with one final click the barrel was back in place. “The fuck do you want, can’t you see I’m busy?” “Well we all wanted to know if you were coming back to the briefing or if you were gonna wallow here in self-pity” One snorted. That does it. I let loose another blade, this time aiming for his thigh, but he saw it coming and quickly dodged it. “See I did learn from last time” “Leave me alone One, I’m not in the mood for your bullshit right now. Last I checked, we were the ones working our asses off on your vendetta missions while you hang around out of danger and piss us all off.” I was yelling at this point. I was never one to hide my anger and One had hit just the right buttons, that and Four who was being the exact definition of a fuck boy right now, was enough to make me explode. “Now unless you’re here to apologise I suggest you get lost” my voice was almost a snarl at this point.

That’s when I noticed that the rest of the ghosts were also in the room with us, all but Two seemed surprised by my outburst, and even more so at my complete disregard to if I hit One or not. She had what almost looked like a smile on her lips. One pushed past them all in a huff, a string of profanities leaving his lips, all focused towards me. After a few awkward moments Two broke the silence. “Well I’m no pussy so I’ll speak. We agree with your plan, it’s smart and the easiest way to take him out. Also One is a dick. He wants to apologise but his ego is getting in the way” her French accent bringing an air of class to her words. The rest of the ghosts nodded along with her words.

“Right well he knows where to find me if he decides to pull his head out of his ass and apologise” I told her, standing from my position and making my way out of the room “excuse me, I need to be alone right now” I made my way past my team mates and out into the thick humidity of the Californian desert, unsure where I was going, but knowing I didn’t want to be around anyone.  

Holy Hands

Fandoms: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!   Not Rated Graphic Depictions Of Violence F/M, Other Complete Work

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Chapter 18

Lucifer was still dizzy, but now he could manage being awake for a few hours at a time. He wasn't a fan of this whole "needing rest" business and honestly he didn't know how Belphie didn't go insane. He stared out the window as the van rumbled along the seemingly endless stretch of road.

36 hours to go.

0MC drives like an absolute maniac, it turns out. They drove down the yellow line in the center of the road, didn't even bother to look at speed limits, and straight up cut through people's lawns at times. Everyone had had enough when they took a sharp turn at nearly 80 mph while yelling at the top of their lungs.

Satan drove after that.

"Yeah I should never drive." They admitted as they sat down between Asmo and Acacia. "It's like I'm a different person behind the wheel and all I know is "fuck the system, I wanna hit a stop sign." Acacia giggled and there was a muffled "Hell Yeah!" from Mammon.

Satan did ok until he hit the highway, that's when he revealed he'd never actually driven before.

"What? Why'd you take the wheel then?"

"Because anything is better than your suicidal thrill seeking." He reasoned

"Well can anyone else drive?" There were murmer's of no's around the car and MC rubbed their temples in irritation.

"I know how," Lucifer said bitterly.

"Yeah but you're not fit right now" Asmo responded as gently as he could.

"Yes" he had to agree as just looking out the window was giving him a headache.

In the end MC had to verbally walk Satan through highway etiquette and safety. They were a much better backseat driver than a driver.

0The car had been silent for a while, almost painfully so. There was only one thing to really occupy their minds and that was the events of the last few weeks. It wasn't a fun silence.

Acacia was the one who came up with the idea. Her eyes caught a light blue PT cruiser parked at a kwik fill as they drove past. Punching MC as hard as she could in the arm she yelled

"Cruiser bruiser, blue! No punch backs." MC winced from the sudden assault before they too noticed the car.

"Oh it's gonna be like that is it?" They smirked and then the game was on.

Woody wack's for station wagons; punch bugs for buggies; Rams, Dodges, juice, no car was safe from an excuse to have a fist fight. The brothers caught on to the game quickly and soon there were raucous shouts of car models and fists flying between the rows of seats.

Mammon would just make up cars even though he didn't see them. Asmo would hit the hardest but complain the most when he got hit. Levi would continuously moan "I'm not playingggg" when someone tried to hit him. Satan claimed to have drivers immunity but still would hit others. Belphie completely ignored the "no punch backs" rule, and poor Beel never actually figured out how the game worked so he just got pummeled.

Then Beel figured it out.

"Hah! Punch-bug yellow!" he called gleefully as he punched Lucifer right in the arm.

The car went silent as Lucifer gave Beel a look as if he'd actually murder him. Then, without changing expression, he jabbed Beel so hard in the back of the neck that the poor guy folded in half.

"You didn't say 'no punch backs'" he grumbled, turning to resume his glaring out the window.

0"Oh come on!" Levi shouted from his spot in the passenger seat. "You just need to make it to that smudge" he urged.

But the raindrop on the windshield didn't budge.

"Give it up" Satan said darkly. "Your puny drop was a lost cause from the time mine got that speed boost from merging with MCs" he laughed an over-the-top maniacal laugh.

"That's not fair, you can't team up!"

"Friendship is magic, Levi." MC called nonchalauntly from the seat behind them. "Get with the times."

Levi muttered something under his breath.

"What was that, loser?" Satan mocked.

"I said rematch " Levi spoke very seriously.

"You're on. I call that one!"

"I call-- ah man!" Levi slumped in his seat. "Fine, that one then."

The race was on. Satan's drop held a steady lead down the majority of the windshield. Hardly wobbling as it streamed steadily down even the driest parts of the window. Levi seemed to be at a huge disadvantage as his drop moved a few centimeters at a time before stopping and faltering. The tension rose as Satan's drop started to lose momentum near the end. Levi's started to pick up speed, a few drops boosting it along the way.

It was neck and neck, such a bad start but it looked like Levi's was gonna pull a comeback!

MC was on the edge of their seat as the battle of ages waged before their very eyes. Satan's drop stopped! Just before the finish it halted entirely! Now all Levi's drop had to do was make it to the finish. It was so close they could almost taste it!

Suddenly a rogue windshield wiper swept through the battlefield, taking both drops to their fate and leaving dry clean windshield in its wake.

"Guess we'll never know" Satan shrugged as he flicked the windshield wipers off again.

"GODDAMNIT SATAN!!!" Levi practically screeched, but Satan just laughed at his anger.

0"Come on Beel, this is your 4th bathroom break already!" Levi called from the van. Beel came back and hopped in, climbing over Asmo and MC to get to his assigned seat in the back.

"Sorry! Human bodies don't hold food and drink like demons." He blushed.

"TMI Beel" Satan wrinkled his nose as he stepped on the gas. "Why aren't we moving?"

"You have to put it in gear" MC said patiently.

"Right, I knew that." Satan blushed as he put the car I'm gear and backed out of the gas station parking lot.

Skreeeeech!

Everyone in the car winced at the sound. Putting it back into park, Satan instructed Asmo to hop out and see what happened.

"Good news!" He yelled. "We're ok! It's just the other car that's damaged." He hopped back in.

"Great" Satan sighed as he continued driving away.

"Wah! Awahawa! Guys! That's a hit and run!" Acacia shook MC as she spoke.

"So?" Satan peered at her through the rearview mirror.

"So? So that's illegal!"

"So's driving without a license." He countered.

"And living in the United States without a birth certificate or visa." MC deadpanned.

"Oh shit!" She realized "you guys are illegal aliens!" The car was silent for a minute. "Well now I just feel stupid"

"You're not stupid Acacia," Beel put a large hand on her shoulder from the back seat.

"Thanks Beel."

"Either way it's best we avoid any human authorities." Satan confirmed, there were nods and soft murmer's of agreement around the car.

"Heh heh"

"What now?" Levi snapped.

"Heh... we're criminals." She elbowed MC.

"Oh yeah we're bad, don't fuck with us." They agreed sarcastically. "We live outside the normal order."

"Yeah I ripped a tag off a mattress once." She laughed.

"I pirate all my music." MC countered.

"I'm going 5 mph above the speed limit right now." Satan added.

"I commit felony tax fraud!" Mammon yelled from the trunk.

The car went silent at that.

"What?"

0When they stopped to rest for the night there were 26 hours left to go.

True. This is why I don't join certain churches. Some are the most prejudging groups you'll ever know. They won't even give you a chance as a person. They literally introduce themselves to you with forced robotic smiles and handshakes by asking you what's your religion and literally make their first five minutes with you calling you a sinner and stating all that's wrong with your church and about how theirs knows the Bible more and then they pick on even the tiniest most insignificant traditions of your life like celebrating birthdays and mentioning the name of Santa Claus and they conclude the whole chitchat by stating that unless you're in their group of people, they won't have shit to do with ya because you'll just drag them to Hell. It's like the entire chitchat was just a commercial for self-promotion of how they know the Bible better and are more knowledgeable on it scholastic-wise and barely even here about Jesus in the entire sermon. And then finally it comes to the testimony that they have to share and I take a sigh of relief that finally I can hear about Jesus for once. But, no, it's another session of rubbing in your face how they don't really feel God in your church but He's so evident in theirs and another five minutes of how they used to be total criminals while they were in your church but when they registered to this one, all of a sudden, they became "better than you". Like... dude... I came here to learn about Jesus... not learn every five minutes how you are "so much better" than me. And then they laugh about news of refugees dying because they "didn't have God with them" but "they did". And then they'd cheer on Donald Trump for putting up the wall to prevent entry of the "demons" that will drag them to Hell. The only two things you'll ever learn from being with them is that they're "better than you", and how to give the perfect BJ, because apparently they studied the Word and digested it and read clearly in the rules that it's only immoral when you stick it in the other end so then you're a sodomite and have no chance of being forgiven (unless you join their church that is) and are going to Hell. Before them, I never even knew what a BJ was, but they proudly brag about how they do it ten times a week. So studious of the Word indeed and of it's clear-cut rules and also so studious about Sex Ed. Ten minutes later, they're there giving you the hottest tips to the perfect one-night stand and their top-ten list of the perfect guys (including someone else's husband) to bang in their own bedroom because Queensland is apparently immoral and only for those who celebrate Sinulog, a tradition for "outdated barbarians". Thanks for telling me how you got the latest software update on Jesus Christ. Is the list of guys updated too? Because I also hear from some of them how there are those who are "too ugly to get laid by". I mean, those things don't even enter my mind. I look at a person and see someone beautiful and don't even analyze if he's even good-looking enough to get it on with. And if he's not, it's not like I will stop mingling with him like he's another demon that will drag me to Hell. And then with such confident smug smiles, they'd challenge you to list down what your church has that theirs doesn't that can make you study the Bible more conducively in yours, and they'd be ready to rebutt. I mean, I'd rather listen to the continuous gospel on Jesus by a grown guy wearing a tunic who sticks his privates into little boys' butts and then asks people to "mana po" to him later than to not learn a sentence straight at all and without the lesson being paused for another commercial of themselves. I mean, it can be pretty distracting to the lesson hearing every few verses how "I was once a Catholic too, but I got the software update so you can never call me lame and old-fashioned." get rubbed on your face. I'm not saying either that the other is holier with the way they completely disrespect their perfectly-working bodies and blame it all on chivalry and heroism and being the perfect spouse and yet contradict it with the way they treat and make to look like the very people they claim they're being chivalrous for, and as if that's even the only thing to love and completely ruling out the things of the heart which are what really matter and what really make up a person... and then judge their members' relationships whether rightfully or by their made up rules of physical heirarchy basing on their own looks of who's a bigger treat to who and who deserves who and who doesn't give justice to someone else's chivalry and who's an overall unworthy spouse... and then use their assumed righteousness to gain position and then assume this position as a sign of popularity which they also assume is a sign of attractiveness and then they ostracize who they reject as if it's a popularity show of who has the most supporters when really it's a religious community not American Idol. But at least that one is ad-free. But the sermon I'd wanna listen to the most is from someone who preaches it with his life and actions, because how you see Jesus in someone ain't from what is written on the religion section of their birth certificate if he got the "updated" label or the "barbaric" one. Words are so unnecessary and don't always prove anything. Neither does religion. And I'm sorry to tell you that yours is one too. And it's not gonna help if you give me another debate where in you lay down all the scholastically-defined rules of how you're not a religion. In fact, that just proves my point. I don't exactly see Jesus in you. I see Donald Trump. I see Hippocrates the Third, but at least the real dude is actually smart. And if you don't give other people the right to love Jesus with their lives unless they are part of you as if His name is under your copyright, then I'm sorry to say that you really are a religion. Nothing special. I came here to love, not to be fought and then made to feel like shit... only to gain nothing in the end. I never heard of Jesus preaching that way. For all I know, He gained His saved souls with love... just love. 🤷🏼‍♂️ And when you reject their offer to take you in their church, they have to let you elaborate with an impromptu speech. And when you just tell them it's because you can't see Jesus in them, they let you elaborate further. Then they whip out a Bible, a highlighter, a notebook and a pen and just go quoting all sorts of verses and making very scholastic equations and references that even stray so far into becoming no longer what the Bible even meant (Yes, I've read the Bible in full... word for word... cover to cover... over and over... with all my heart and asking Jesus to send me His Holy Spirit to guide me every so often. But they also bashed me all with a very plastic laugh of how "cute" it was that I thought I was doing it right and how I'm so "murang korek" attempting on my own the official Bible study their church would do and how "cute" it was that I tried to get all the steps right on my own without really an official brand and an offical program and an official strategy and criticized my order of reading the books in it like they even laughed how I should have read John first and then so on and so forth and then do this silly activity between those books by beating up a piñata superhero to teach me a Biblical lesson the fun and "fancy" way which my church never can because it's so "lame" and "outdated" and traditional.) but just stretched those words to sound so fancy just to prove to prove to you that Jesus is really in them all with a very forced plastic smile as they really rub it on you how Biblically undeducated you are which you wouldn't have been if you just joined their "perfect" program. And if you just leave and say sorry and do not want any more to deal with them, they give the most plastic smile and handshake and say they were just looking for their fellow saved souls and were just trying their luck if you were one of them but they realized they were wrong. Which is really another way of saying you're going to Hell. All with that very plastic smile on their face before they leave you. Last time I checked, Jesus never inflicted that much hopelessness into other people's souls... all for the sake of a self-promoting club. Last time I checked, He came to encourage and give hope even to the worst of sinners... even the one crucified beside Him... and on the very last minute. And that was what He loved for, to give them hope. And that was what He unified us all for... our shared hope. The fact that we're all sinners and we're all different and we're all sinners sinning in different ways... but we all share a hope. And that is what's supposed to unify us. And if you read the Bible, it doesn't exactly talk about hopelessness at all... like at all. If you read between the lines like you claim you do, we all fit the definition of sinners that should be burning in Hell... yet we all fit the definition of the kind of people He died for. We all fit the definition of people who deserve a second shot at life... and not just if we're registered in your club just because you think you copyrighted official repentance. Which is why the Bible never terrified me for all my life even when I think it's the scariest book there is but even inspired me and gave me a renewed sense of hope. It's literally the sweetest love story ever if you read between the lines. And this is the love story that's supposed to bind us all... because it's for us all. But what you're doing is just defeating the purpose. When I got exempted by an Ivy League college from taking the IELTs as a teen for reading comprehension results in the SAT, I immediately grew proud and thought of myself as better in reading the Bible than other people and I thought this was the actual blessing. But then I realized the real gift God gave me to really understanding the Bible was the ability to approach His Word with a HEART. It's not always about updatedness and being "scholastically better". Always, it's about heart. And that's the essence of being truly someone that is in Christ. You really don't need much brains or even any to have a heart. And that's exactly all He's asking which is exactly all you're trying to kill... in exchange for the qualities that don't even matter in anyone's journey to Christ... to the point that being RIGHT now means more to you than being RIGHTEOUS. You're killing all the qualities of heart for the qualities of ego. And that's defeating what Jesus has been trying to accomplish. What people are doing trying to form their own clique of who they think would be better than the other clique reminds me of the story of the Tower of Babel when people used the language they were even blessed to have to unify them to build themselves up in their pride rather than the name of God and used the gift of unification for division and so God took that unification away. They used what God gave them as a bridge, flipped it sideways and turned it into a wall. Ironic. Like the real Iron Wall. It was meant to be a bridge, it looked like a tower, but, really, it was a wall. I don't see anything different with what people are doing these days. God blessed us with His Son to unify people of all descriptions in the name of Love which is Himself, and we used it for division all over again. It's like a clique competition all over again to be the greatest... this time, using the name of God for the gimmick instead of a tower. This time, they're using churches. And the resemblance to the former story is uncanny. It's like the Church of Babel, and now the real one thing we're supposed to be bonding over has lost His spot in the story. Ego has taken His place. Fortunately, God does not take this gift away. He gives it freely, so we should share it, not copyright it. So what's really dividing us all is the lack of heart and the presence of ego in it's place. Creating a heirarchy and drawing the lines of what makes who better and what makes who less is literally segregating people on a shelf and is in no way reaching out to embrace each one in the same group hug... all out of the desire to be on the highest seat like a game of natural selection when He clearly said He's in it to save each one and go through all means for that goal... the goal our individual prides are trying to kill. Even Charles Darwin on his deathbed knew and said he was wrong... so why can't you? I guess that's why He in all His genius crafted out the first step to accepting Him... as humility. As what my 2016 documentary, Loved Biochemically and Beyond, pointed out... love finds it way in absolutely everything, even the science we know, to be the answer to everything. And the real meaning of Jesus who Himself is God is that Himself is Love. But now, I realized something else... the source of all the problems in the world: humans and their clashing egos. And this is real idolatry... when the God you worship is your own ego. And the worst thing that can happen to humanity is when we remove God who Himself is Love from His spot on the altar and put our individual selves on the spot. That's the perfect recipe for World War III. And so the real name of the devil... is ego. And many churches and even non-churches worship that beast.