Summary: Gena Sparks has been kidnapped. Oliver Queen as the Green Arrow goes to save her, but he gets caught too. He has feelings for her but is afraid to admit them. Will he finally tell her and be able to save her?

Warnings: none just action and a little fluff

Characters: Oliver Queen/Green Arrow (himself) and Emily Bett Rickards and using Felicity Smoak character as Geneieve (Gena) Sparks

Gena and Oliver are zip cuffed to two different chairs back-to-back; he was listening to her being tortured trying to get information out of him. Gena isn’t even apart of Olivers team-but he still cares deeply about her, even if he doesn’t show it. “If you hit her again…” Oliver says menacingly but scarily calm, staring at the kidnapper. “I’ll kill you”

“Your zip cupped to that chair.” The kidnapper says calmly.

Oliver raises his hands; he dislocated his thumb to get free “No I’m not!”

“How did you......?”

“Because I’m good! Now let her go and stop!”

“Not until you tell me what I need to know.”

“I’m not telling you anything!”

“Then she will die!” The kidnapper says hitting her again and holding a knife up to her neck.

Oliver quickly gets up and gets ready to grab the man, but he pushes the knife more in her neck. Gena winces. “Move and try and stop me and she dies!”

Oliver takes a deep breath, his eyes never leaving the kidnapper. “Okay,” he says, his voice steady. “You want information? I’ll give it to you, but you need to let her go first.”

The kidnapper narrows his eyes, suspicious but intrigued. “Why should I believe you?”

“Because” Oliver replies, “I know something you don’t. The information you’re looking for isn’t with me. It’s hidden, and only I know where.”

The kidnapper hesitates, the knife still pressed against Gena’s neck. “Where is it?”

Oliver glances at Gena, then back at the kidnapper. “I’m not telling you until you let her go!”

“Tell me now or I won’t let her go!”

Oliver sighs and takes a small breath.  “There’s a safe house in the city. Inside, there’s a flash drive with all the intel you need. But it’s heavily guarded. If you let her go, I’ll take you there.”

The kidnapper’s grip on the knife loosens slightly. “How do I know you’re not lying?”

Oliver smirks, a calculated move to appear confident. “You don’t. But if you kill her, you’ll never find it. And you’ll have nothing.”

The kidnapper considers this, the tension in the room palpable. “Fine. But if you’re lying, she dies.”

Oliver nods, his mind racing. “Deal. But first, let me check on her. Make sure she’s okay.”

The kidnapper reluctantly agrees, stepping back just enough for Oliver to move closer to Gena. As he does, Oliver subtly signals to her, hoping she understands. He needs her to trust him, to play along.

“Are you okay?” he whispers, his hand gently touching her arm.

Gena nods weakly, her eyes filled with pain but also determination. “I’m fine,” she whispers back. Oliver looks at her and smiles but only she sees this smile.

Oliver turns back to the kidnapper. “Alright, let’s go. But remember, if anything happens to her, the deal’s off.”

As they start to move, Oliver’s mind is already working on the next step. He knows he needs to buy time, to find a way to turn the tables. The safe house doesn’t exist, but he hopes to lead the kidnapper into a trap, using the environment and any resources he can find along the way. The kidnapper holds Gena in a tight grip keeping the knife at her neck.

As they make their way to the supposed safe house, Oliver keeps a close eye on their surroundings. He leads the kidnapper through a series of narrow alleyways, hoping to disorient him.

“We’re almost there,” Oliver says, his voice steady.

The kidnapper tightens his grip on Gena, clearly on edge. “This better not a trick.”

“It’s not.” Olive replies, glancing at Gena. He can see the look in her eyes knowing she understands his plan.

They arrive at an old, abandoned warehouse. Oliver gestures towards it. “The safe house is inside. The flash drive is hidden in a secure room.”

The kidnapper pushes Gena forward, keeping the knife close to her neck. “Lead the way.”

Inside the warehouse, Oliver subtly activates a hidden communication device in his pocket, sending a distress signal to his team. He leads the kidnapper through the dark, dusty corridors, all the while looking for an opportunity to strike.

As they reach the supposed secure room, Oliver stops. “It’s in there,” he says, pointing to a locked door.

The kidnapper shoves Gena towards the door. “Open it.” He tells Oliver.

Oliver takes a deep breath, then moves quickly. He grabs a nearby metal pipe and swings it at the kidnapper, knocking the knife out of his hand. Then he kicks the kidnapper’s legs out from under him.

The kidnapper falls to the ground, stunned. Oliver and Gena work together to restrain him, using the zip cuffs that once held them captive.

Just as they secure the kidnapper, Oliver’s team bursts into the warehouse, weapons drawn.

“You’re late,” Oliver says with a grin.

“Better late than never,” one of his teammates replies, helping to secure the kidnapper.

Gena looks at Oliver, a mixture of relief and gratitude in her eyes. “You really are good,” she says softly.

Oliver smiles at her and walks over to her. “Are you okay?” he asks, looking at her and seeing all the scars, bruises on her.

            “I’m okay.”

            “Are you sure? I know he hurt you. We need to get you to the hospital.”

            “No. Please no hospitals.” She says softly

            “Well then at least let me check you out. I can patch you up. You will probably need some stitches and some ice.”

Gena nods at him.

            Oliver leads her over to a nearby table. He grabs the supplies he needs and starts sewing up her scares and gives her an ice pack for her face. “I’m sorry he hurt you.”

            “It’s okay I’m fine.”

            “No, you’re not. He really hurt you. You are going to be sore tomorrow. Maybe I should take you home and stay with you.”

            “Oliver I will be fine.”

            “Gena, I’m worried about you. You don’t realize how hurt you really are. I can see you. You are limping, you can barely walk.”

            “Oliver….”

            “No. I’m not taking no for answer. I am taking you home and staying with you to make sure you’re okay.”

Gena sighs, realizing there is no use in arguing with him. She has known Oliver for a while. They have been friends. She knows he is the Green Arrow. She has kept a secret. She has secretly had a crush on him but doesn’t dare tell him. She doesn’t want to ruin their friendship. So, she just pretends like there is nothing between them and keeps her mouth shut and lets him protect her like he has always done.

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WARNING:ANGEST,FLUFF,PREGNANT Y/N,OVER PROTECTIVE BAKUGO

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yellow eyes and a black body showing up with a man who's purple? Well half purple But you still didn't know what he wanted from you, and then the purple man spoke "Your the wife of the number 2.hero,pro hero Dynamight" he asked.You didn't respond because you were really scared.'' I'll ask you again, are you Dyinmait's wife?'' You answered graciously '' Yes, I am.'' ''Now we wait for him'' ''he won't come unprepared.'' ''Oh, you think he won't, and I thought you knew your husband. '' ''What are you talking about? Of course I do.'' ''Then you know he would've come here if he was worried for you.'' all of a sudden You heard a loud explosion. Your first thought was Katsuki. You were so happy when you saw him with all of your friends at the door. As they were fighting, Katsuki came and untied you, trying to make a run for it. As you two ran out of the building, you were not even processing what just happened. Was this real? When you came home, you knew right away what was going to happen. You had a big lecture from your husband about how stupid it was for you to get caught by the leuge of villins.]

[''You could have died. What were you thinking, dumbass?'' ''I'm sorry. I didn't know they were after me.'' ''They're after you, dummy; you're the wife of the number 2 hero of Japan.'' ''Yeah, you don't have to brag about being the number two hero, you know.'' ''What does it matter, are you hurt?''' ''Of course I'm hurt'' you said, but you didn't have the heart to tell him that, and when you were waiting for him, you found out you were pregnant, but now you know for a fact that it had died from all the punches in your stomach. Now that you had nothing to tell him, you felt really bad. After covering your wounds, he asked ''Is there anywhere else where you were scratched or badly injured?'' You couldn't hold back your tears and started crying, knowing you couldn't go back in time to change things. You wanted to tell him so badly but didn't want him to go all out on you anymore ''why didn't you take more care?'' Or '''why didn't you listen to me and stayed at home while I was in the hospital'']

[''y/n You know, you can tell me'' soft bakugo was a rare thing. but you remained silent for a while. You took a deep breath, trying to calm down. ''I'm going to the hospital tomorrow'' you said. ''Of course you are.'' You looked at him with a worried face. You didn't want him to come because you were going to see if there was any chance the baby was still alive. Even though your dreams are small, you still have hope. I'm going alone. ''NO!'' You said; he can't know even if you get caught again.]

[''w-what do you mean, no, I have to come with you to know if you're okay?'' ''Fine, you said, but I may have something to tell you before we go to the doctor.'' He looked at you, waiting for you to tell him. ''You see, I wanted to tell you this before you went to the hospital, but I didn't have a chance to tell you the news'' you said ''so what was the news you wanted to tell me?'' You took a deep breath. ''I'm pregnant.'' He looked at you, pulling away from your hug. ''Are you sure you're pregnant?'' ''Yes'' he hugged you, not wanting to let go, but then it hit him. You wanted to tell him you were pregnant before you were kidnapped by the League of Villins. Does that mean the baby might be dead? No, theres still hope. ''did… Did they hit you in the stomach?'' He asked Sakely, and you could feel your tears building up in your eyes as you responded with a quiet yes.]

[''Let's go to bed. We will think about what we will do in the morning'' but Bakugo is raging right now. All he could see was red. All he could feel was rage. You were trying to get him to bed, but he was too hot-headed to even lie down with you. Come on, Bakugo, you know you can't change anything now. Maybe the baby is still alive''you said. he said quietly ''The baby is alive, and where his parents after all? So hes strong as hell.'' ''You think it's a boy, no, it's a girl for sure.'' You said, ''I don't care; I just want it to be alive, but of course he is.'' ''Your ego is too big.'' You said he just growled in response. You laugh. ''Come on, let's go to bed. We have a big day ahead of us.'' ''Yeah, yeah, I know women.'' You two fell asleep cuddling and watching a movie together.]

That's it for part 2, for those who want a part 3 repost and like this story. and sorry for the wait.

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Getting kidnapped is bad, that much is obvious. But getting kidnapped by a nest if vampires? Is undeniably worse. 

Warnings: Conon typical gun violence, swearing, graphic descriptions of blood loss, kidnapping, mentions of SA, implied SA, nonconsensual touching, beheading, graphic descriptions of blood, comfort, heavy angst, loss 

The last thing you remember was stumbling out of bar, your bestfriend attached to your hip as you laughed about something that had happened in the building. Now, you woke up; bound to a post in the middle of a huge barn. You tried tugging on the material, seeing if it was loose enough to slip your hands out of. But, of course, it was incredibly tight. The light in the barn was faint, it was there, but there wasn’t nearly enough to fully see your surroundings. 

You looked around to see your friend laying limp against her post, her neck stained with a dark liquid. Was it.. blood? No, that was impossible, right? You asked yourself. But the more you looked at the area, the more it trickled down her neck, traveling down her pale skin. “hey,” You called out to her hesitantly. You knew it was a stupid idea to make it known that you were awake, but that was the least of your worries right now. You waited a few moments for a response but, she didn’t reply, she didn’t raise her head, and worst of all. She didn’t move an inch from her hunched over position. 

Good god, what did you do? You asked yourself, trying to stay calm. If there's one thing you knew about being held hostage, its to try and comply the best that you could. You’ve watched a few episodes of NCIS, but this was totally different. Her neck was bitten into. That’s what really struck the fear into your bones. Would they do the same to you? Would they do something worse? You knew you were pretty, you had the talk about a scenario like this with your mother when you started developing, but it seemed impossible to happen to you. Until now that is.

Hearing the barn door creek open drew your attention to it, your anxiety rising. You watched the door intently, seeing a lengthy man walk in. He had the crimson shade staining his mouth, small tricklest coating his neck. This was bad, and little did you know it was about to get a whole lot worse. He watched you as closely as you were watching him. A sick, sinister smirk laying atop of his red lips. “What.. What do you want?” You asked, you hated how weak you sounded, how your voice was quivering with fear. But that’s exactly what he wanted, to provoke fear into you.

Cocking his head to the side, he squatted down Infront of you. His blood soaked hand, gabbing your chin gently. You winced in disgust, trying to turn your head the opposite direction as your eyes screwed shut. He examined your face, taking in your prominent features. You felt his eyes moving from your face, to the small dress you were taken in, and you hated that you decided to wear something so simple as that. Tsking, he moved his hand from your chin to your cleavage that was spewing out of your dress. 

You jolted away the best you could at his unwelcomed touch. He scowled under his breath, retracting his hand. You half expected him to tear the top of his dress off at your slight struggle, but what you didn’t expect was for him to shove his nose in the crock of your neck. You turned away in revolte as he dragged in a deep breath through his nose. he was smelling you, what the hell was this guy? Just as you watched him pull away a bit, you saw him stop to where you could see him clearly. Opening his mouth, he made a hissing noise, sharp teeth baring down from his gum line.

When you saw them, your throat tightened up. He was a Vampire? They were real? You watched, frightened, as he retracted them back into his gums. He shot you that same, threatening smirk before turning and walking towards the door of the barn, leaving you to your own devices yet again. You head was spinning with a million thoughts. How were they actually real? If they’re real.. does that mean everything else is real? You couldn’t wrap your head around the thought of your friend getting the literal blood sucked from her body. 

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You cried out weakly in pain as the vamp sunk his teeth back into your neck for what felt like the fifth time today. You don’t know how long you’ve been here for, you don’t know if it’s night or day. You don’t know why someone anyone hasn’t came looking for you today. You were their “feeding pouch” as they called it. A couple times a day, they would come around and feed off of you, leaving you weak; on the verge of death. But they never let it get that far, they would rebuild your strength again for a week after straight feeding, before repeating the same process. 

You were helpless, afraid, and you felt absolutely violated. There was one vamp imparticalar who would do more than just suck your blood. Your dress was forgotten, leaving you in your flimsy undergarments. It was a living hell, and you prayed, and prayed, and prayed for a miracle. You missed your home, you missed college, you missed your mom, you missed your old life dramatically. You always wondered what you did to deserve this, what if you never went out that night, would they have taken a different woman?

Laying limp against the post, you felt a tear run its way down your face as they finally left the barn. Your wrists were gnawed raw by how much you tugged on the ropes, by how much of a fight you put up. You refused to die like this, you refused to go down without a fight. You knew that even if you got out, you wouldn’t be able to fight any of them, not with how weak you were. You felt your eyes drifting shut, to weak to keep them open much longer. The last thing you heard was a loud thud of the vamp keeping guard outside of the barn.

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“Hey, Hey you’re okay,” A voice cooed at you, helping you off the ground. After realizing you were getting swept up into a strong pair of arms, you squirmed around. Petrified that they would take you into their home, having their way with you before ultimately killing you off. “Shh, you’re safe, it’s okay.” The voice said again, and at that, you used the last of your strength to pry your eyes open. There was man carrying you, different from the ones that “visited” you in the barn.

One of his arms was tucked under your head, the other one was under your knees. “Sammy, get the door open,” He said urgently, that’s the last thing you heard before your eyes drifted shut again. The image of your savior was replaying in your conscience, keeping slipping into that warm light that was seeping into your brain inch by inch. 

After what felt like forever, your eyes opened once again. The first thing you noticed was that you were in a big t-shirt, reading the band “Led Zeppelin”. You were no longer tied to a post, but rather laying in a bed with a bandage covering your neck. You felt horrible, everything hurt. You swallowed thickly, your throat impossibly dry, looking around you realized you weren’t in a hospital; but in a bedroom. This made your panic set back in, your breathing picking up. 

The door creaked open, and in walked the same man that carried you out of that barn from hell. He saw panic clouding your eyes, the way your chest was rising and falling rapidly. “Whoa, whoa hey,” He said softly, holding his hands out Infront of him. In a way it made him seem less threatening, making your breathing even out in the slightest. “Where am I?” You crocked out, as he lowered his hands. “You’re in my room.. it was the best idea.” “I don’t even know your name.” You said after him, making a small grin break out onto his face.

“I’m Dean, my brother and I saved you from the barn,” That made more sense, and he could see the relief that flooded your eyes at the mention of those.. things being dead. “What.. where those vampires?” You questioned, making him sigh a bit. “Yes, they were” You couldn’t believe it, upou knew what you experienced but had they actually slayed that many vampires? All alone? “Look, sweetheart, there's.. things out there,” He began, catching your attention effortlessly. 

After he explained everything, it turned your world upside down. Hell and heaven were actually real? Monsters were real, demons, angles alike. Your thoughts drifted from that subject to your bestfriend. Was she okay? Did she make it? “What about the other girl? Was she okay?” Dean thought about how he should say this, she was dead when they got there. But that wasn’t something he should just blurt out, especially not now. “Look.. she,.. she didn’t make it,” he said after getting the wording right. You were afraid he was gonna say that.

If you hadn’t chosen that bar, she would still be here. This is your fault your thoughts shot at you, and you couldn’t help but believe them. After processing what Dean had said, a tear trickled from your eye to your cheek. Dean didn’t hesitate to lay hand on your knee in support. That day, you swore to get back at those monsters, to get revenge for your best friends’ death. Sam and Dean happily took you under their wing, showing you all the ropes after you were fully healed. 

jack: i was told that there was ice cream in the truck, where’sssss the ice cream. man i’m getting suspicious.

dirk: Good sir kill me if you must, but that dollar that you took out of my pocket is mine.

June: can i be the kidnapper now? cause this kidnapping was a 2 out of 5 stars.