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MASTERLIST #2
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Let me know if there are any characters you’d like added and I’ll look into it! :)
Smut = **
What I will NOT write for under any circumstance: R@pe, incest, anything to do with pee or poo, hardcore bdsm or anything like that type of smut, kidnapping reader for love, anything stalker, abuse unless it’s for angst but I won’t go into detail about the abuse (though I will do like slapping/spanking for smut it cannot have malicious meaning behind it, and there is always consent for that)
Also let me put this by itself, pregnancy is also way off the table. It’s 6 feet underground. I understand it’s part of life and it’s beautiful , and that’s for people to decide but personally I find just the concept of that horrifying and gross. I do breeding kink yes, but no description of pregnancy. (No hate to pregnant people I just can’t stand the concept of pregnancy in any form.)
MARVEL:
☆ Tony Stark
☆ Steve Rogers
☆ Bruce Banner
☆ Natasha Romanoff
☆ Clint Barton
☆ Bucky Barnes
☆ Sam Wilson
☆ Peter Parker
☆ Thor Odison
☆ Loki Laufeyson
☆ Dr. Stephen Strange
☆ Peter Quill
☆ Gamora
☆ Drax the destroyer
☆ Rocket the Racoon
☆ Mantis
☆ Groot
Poly Requests:
STRANGER THINGS:
☆ Steve Harrington: Steve Harrington x FtM reader**
☆ Robin Buckley :
☆ Nancy Wheeler:
☆ Eddie Munson:
☆ Johnathan Byers:
☆ Argyle:
☆ Billy Hargrove:
☆ Mike Wheeler: Little!Mike x GN!CG!Reader
☆ Dustin Henderson
☆ Will Byers
☆ Lucas Sinclair
☆ Eleven Hopper
☆ Max Mayfield
☆ Jim Hopper:
☆ Joyce Byers:
☆ Dmitri Antonov:
Poly Requests:
HARRY POTTER/MARAUDER:
☆ Harry Potter:
☆ Ron Weasley: CG!Ron Weasley x Little!GN!reader
☆ Hermione Granger:
☆ Fred Weasley: CG!Fred Weasley x Little!Fem!Reader
☆ George Weasley: George Weasley x reader ; CG!George Weasley x LittleMale!Reader
☆ Neville Longbottom: Sub!Neville x Dom!Reader**
☆ Draco Malfoy:
☆ Blaise Zambini:
☆ Enzo Berkshire:
☆ Mattheo Riddle:
☆ Theo Nott:
☆ Pansy Parkinson:
Marauders Era or Lighting Era:
☆ Lucius Malfoy:
☆ Narcissa Malfoy:
☆ Severus Snape:
☆ Bellatrix Lestrange:
☆ Barty Crouch Jr. :
☆ Evan Rosier:
☆ Pandora Rosier:
☆ Zahara Zambini:
☆ Regulus Black:
☆ Sirius Black:
☆ Remus Lupin:
☆ Lily Evans:
☆ Marlene McKinnon:
☆ Mary McDonald:
☆ Dorcas Meadows:
FANTASTIC BEASTS:
☆ Newt Scamander:
☆ Thesus Scammander:
☆ Jacob Kowalski:
☆ Queenie Goldstein:
☆ Albus Dumbledore (young):
☆ Gellart Grindlewald (young):
Poly Requests:
CRIMINAL MINDS:
☆Aaron Hotchner
☆ Jason Gideon
☆ Spencer Reid
☆ Derek Morgan
☆ JJ/ Jennifer Jareau
☆ Elle Greenaway
☆ Penelope Garcia
☆ Emily Prentiss
☆ David Rossi
Poly Requests:
BRIDGERTON:
☆ Anthony Bridgerton
☆ Benedict Bridgerton
☆ Colin Briderton
☆ Daphne Bridgerton
☆ Eloise Bridgerton
☆ Simon Basset
☆ Penelope Fetherington
☆ Queen Charlotte (Young)
☆ King George (Young)
Poly Requests:
Queen charlotte x reader x King George
TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES:
☆ Leonardo: NSFW alphabet
☆ Raphael:
☆ Donnatelo:
☆ Michelangelo: Mikey x Reader
☆ April O'Neil:
☆ Casey Jones:
Poly Requests:
Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; April 4-in-1; turtles are manspreading and you want payback 😚
Poly!TMNT x Fem!Reader; Casey tries to flirt with reader but she puts down the idea and the turtles are proud
TOP GUN:
☆ Pete Mitchell "Maverick"
☆ Bradley Bradshaw "Rooster"
☆ Jake Seresin "Hangman"
☆ Natasha Trace "Phoenix"
☆ Robert Floyd "Bob"
Poly Requests:
THE HOBBIT/LOTR:
☆ Thorin
☆ Bilbo
☆ Fili
☆ Kili
☆ Dwalin
☆ Bofur
☆ Bard
☆ Legolas
☆ Tauriel
☆ Thuranduil
Poly Requests:
TWILIGHT:
☆ Carlisle Cullen
☆ Esme Cullen
☆ Emmet Cullen
☆ Rosalie Cullen
☆ Alice Cullen
☆ Jasper Cullen: CG!Jasper Hale x nb!little!reader
☆ Edward Cullen
☆ Bella Cullen/Swan
☆ Jacob Black
☆ Garrett
The Volturi:
☆ Aro
☆ Caius
☆ Marcus
Poly Requests:
THE HUNGER GAMES:
☆ Katniss Everdeen
☆ Petta Mellark
☆ Finnick Odair
☆ Johanna Mason
☆ Haymitch Abernathy
Poly Requests:
LUCIFER:
☆ Lucifer Morningstar
☆ Mazikeen
☆ Amenadeil
☆ Chole Decker
☆ Linda Martin
Poly Requests:
How To Train Your Dragon:
☆ Hiccup Haddock
☆ Astrid Hofferson
☆ Snotlout
☆ Ruffnut
☆ Tuffnut
Poly Requests:
Across The SpiderVerse:
☆ Miles Morales
☆ Miguel O'Hara
Spider thoughts!
☆ Peter B. Parker
Spider thoughts!
☆ Hobie Brown
☆ Gwen Stacy
☆ Spider-Noir
Spider thoughts!
Poly Requests:
Descendants:
☆ Mal
☆ Evie
☆ Carlos
☆ Jay
☆ Gil
☆ Harry
☆ Uma
Poly Requests:
MATCHUPS/MOODBOARDS:
☆ @thoughtfulcreatornight x Raphael matchup
☆ Anonymous x Remus Lupin matchup
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I’ve redone my masterlist because I was vey unhappy with my first one, and I wanted to add pictures to go with it! I’ll also be adding all my new work onto here and my old work will be on the first masterlist! Love y’all! 💗
#b00inazkaban#fanfiction#tmnt bayverse#tmnt fandom#fantastic beasts#stranger things#harry potter#poly marauders x reader#bridgerton#lucifer fanfiction#lucifer tv#hunger games#twilight#the hobbit#lotr x reader#lotr fandom#middle earth#top gun maverick#top gun imagine#top gun fanfiction#bayverse tmnt#marvel#marvel x reader#marauders#httyd#across the spiderverse#descendents#atsv
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I'm hopeless
Seriously, I can't watch anything! Binging films I never had ideas for is not safe anymore 😭🤧
6 Underground fic with Billy (4) x hacker!Reader (13) who is scared of heights and was "dead" long before 1 found her...
#wip stuff#i'm the worst#billy/four#6 underground#6 underground Billy#6 underground four#four/billy x reader#billy/four x reader
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something like “i know” (ben hardy x fem reader)
genre: FLUFF FINALLYY
summary: sometimes making tiktoks with ben doesn’t always turn out the way you plan, but by no means is that a negative.
words: 1.4k
warnings: age gap (not dramatic, reader is like, idk, 23 maybe?), kissing, i think that’s it but lmk!
a/n: hi! so i’ve had this idea for ages and wanted to write it so here it is! the end of it is far sappier than i planned but meh whatevs. also ty to cici and eva for helping me pick the moodbard hehe. k enjoy!
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Having an age gap was never something that put a large damper on their relationship. The conflicting personalities of the two balanced out quite nicely, and the similarities that drew the two of them together in the first place (apart from the aforementioned) made sure they never had a lack of interesting things to talk about that weren’t generational.
Until TikTok, that was.
Now of course, there were some other millennials on the application, but Ben just for some reason couldn’t get it.
“Yes, I know that, babe, but why do they do dances?”
“They lip sync too!”
“But what is the point?”
And that’s how the conversation would end. Every single time. So Ben would sit on the sofa, watching as she danced about in front of the small screen, occasionally playing some cruel (ok, that’s a large exaggeration, they’re somewhat mean, at best) joke on him, claiming it was a trend on TikTok? That just did not sit right with him.
He didn’t remember hearing “mean pranks” in the initial description of the app when she had described it to him all of those times.
Ben tried to tune it out, he really did. He would wear his headphones, blasting Zeppelin as loud as he could while reading scripts or a book. But somehow, those catchy little tunes always managed to worm their way into his ear, being stuck in there for days and days on end.
He would waltz around the house humming Megan Thee Stallion, the occasional Flo Milli or underground indie artist also making an appearance often.
He was pouring a cup of coffee for himself one Tuesday morning in the kitchen before going on a run, Y/n watching fondly from afar. Rain was softly rolling down the windows, barely coming to a cease. The air was chilly, and fog floated through the early morning sky, a sense of calm washing over their shared South London home.
The room was kept somewhat warm, though, from the fireplace that she had insisted the house had to have, which Ben ended up being grateful for on more than one occasion. He looked over his shoulder briefly, smiling at the sight of his beloved wrapped up in his seafoam jumper, watching him move about contently.
As he turned back to where he was working on filling the two mugs in front of him, he began to oh so quietly sing the lyrics to what sounded like a familiar tune off of the app. Watermelon Sugar, maybe?
“Ben? Baby?”
He turned, his eyes growing wide and his hands flying to his hips as he leaned against the countertop behind him.
“Mhhm, yeah, w-what’s up, babe?”
She couldn’t hold in her giggle at the sight of her boyfriend’s red face and disgruntled appearance, one of his hands now scratching casually at his gold locks.
“What’re you singin’, pretty boy?”
His blush only increased at the nickname, eliciting another laugh from his girl.
“Y’know, just somethin’ I heard on the radio the other day.”
She immediately recognized his lie, he refused to listen to the radio, only using either Bluetooth or the aux cord, his music taste too pretentious for mainstream stations. She didn’t mind, though, always finding it quite funny how much of a music snob he was.
But rather than call him out, she only nodded and smirked, standing up and bringing her phone with her over to the windowsill where she usually filmed her TikToks, pulling Ben along with her.
He sipped from his mug, eyes slanted as she scrolled through something on her phone, various sounds emitting from the speaker.
A little smile showed up on her face when she (apparently) found what she was looking for, leaving her to set the phone down, allowing a video under the sound to play on repeat.
“Sweetheart, what’s going on?” He asked, ever so cautiously, taking a step towards her. She walked towards him, engulfing him in a hug which he (yet again) cautiously reciprocated.
“I am going to teach you a TikTok dance.”
He had to do a double take.
“Come again?”
She pulled on the elastic waistband of her sweats, grabbing Ben by the arm.
“Come on, I know you wanna. And if nothing else you’ll do it to make me happy.”
He rolled his eyes, slightly irritated at her confidence and that she was so incredibly correct, he would do mostly anything to put a smile on her face.
“Yeah, you’re right.” He grumbled, moving to stand next to her.
She clapped once in excitement, joy flooding her entire body. The music started up again, but this time, she began to dance along to it.
“Ok, so just try to do what I’m doing, alright?”
“No! Not alright, can I just stand here, I think I should just stand here-“
“Ben, it's literally not that hard, 8 year olds can do it!”
“Well, I’m an extremely confused 29 year old man, thank you very much!”
And that’s basically how the next 15 minutes went until she finally gave in, allowing Ben to stand behind her, occasionally doing a little move of sorts. The two were in a fit of giggles now, struggling to keep enough composure for long enough to get even one successful video.
“Benjamin Jones! This is the last one, okay?”
He put a hand on his stomach, both of the pair attempting to catch their breath.
“Yes, yes, right okay, got it, last one.”
The little timer button counted down, the sound echoing throughout the property.
The music then started, and she could barely keep a straight face for the 15 seconds. Bored of the routine, but never of her, Ben decided he would grab her and throw her onto the sofa, as payback for all the “TikTok pranks” she would pull on him. He waited for the perfect time to strike (one where she wouldn’t hopefully be too infuriated), restlessly shifting from foot to foot.
Nearing the last few seconds, he made his move. He swooped forward, a high pitched shriek falling from her lips as he wrapped his strong arms around her waist, running and jumping onto the couch, crushing her. He rolled off quickly, and she moved to be on top of him, her hair wildly astray. She sat up, straddling his thighs with a bright smile plastered on her face.
“You little jerk.”
He only smiled boyishly in response, a lovesick gaze set in his eyes.
The song was still playing on repeat as she leaned down, positioning her hands on either side of his head in order to place her lips gently upon his.
“That’s your reward for putting up with me today, Jones.”
He scoffed, taking her by the shoulders and bringing her to his chest. She looked up from where she was now comfortably lying, meeting his homey emerald gaze, his eyes like sea glass that had washed up on white sands, waiting to be rediscovered.
“I feel as if I deserve something more for all of that.”
“Oh, do you?”
He hummed and nodded, closing his eyes. She reached up, placing another peck on his plump lips, before scurrying away to retrieve the phone. He sat up rather quickly at the sudden loss of her body weight, smiling at the sound of her laughter coming towards him.
“Ben, look, it turned out so well.” She managed to slip out before basically throwing him the phone. A grin erupted on his own face soon after, along with the hearty chuckles to match.
He made some commentary on how wonderful it was, before handing her back the device. She moved so she was once more essentially laying on top of Ben, the screen in both of their views.
After sharing a few more laughs over the video, she captioned it and posted it, throwing her phone to get lost in the couch cushions as the likes and comments began to roll in.
She looked up at him once more, and he met her gaze, as he always would, bringing a hand up to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear.
It didn’t leave her cheek, resting there and lightly caressing her skin. The two were most serene then, almost appearing as two felines that had decided to nap during the morning showers, most comforted by each other and the steady sound of the droplets as they pattered.
He was whispering now, the rambunctious energy of the room fading into a much more tranquil and stolid vibe, wrapping the two up like a warm embrace.
“Y’know I really would do anything to make you happy, my love.”
She closed her eyes, taking hold of one of his hands.
He then heard her mutter something like “I know”, and all was well.
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it was fitting for the theme. but anyway i hope u enjoyed, pls reblog and like if u did :) go drink some water, eat some protein, and take an electronics break!
love you bunches! xx hj
#prepare for excessive tags yall#ben hardy#ben hardy x reader#ben hardy imagine#ben hardy x fem reader#ben hardy x female reader#ben hardy x reader fluff#ben hardy fluff#ben hardy angst#ben hardy x you#ben hardy x y/n#borhap#ben hardy fanfiction#ben hardy fanfic#ben jones x reader#6 underground#billy/4 6 underground x reader#billy/4 x reader#billy 6 underground#6 underground x reader#6 underground fanfiction#6 underground fanfic#ben hardy! roger taylor#ben hardy! roger taylor x reader#i feel so bad for the tags oml#a few more thats it i promise#warren worthington the third#warren worthington iii#warren worthington x reader#warren worthington imagine
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So I guess nExT TimE ThEy'll rOb a BaNk
#6Underground
#6u#6 underground#1#2#3#4#5#6#7#four#x reader#billy x reader#billy/four x reader#four x reader#ben hardy#ryan renolds#deadpool#michael bay#car#they killed 1 off waaaayy too early
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Prompt List!
Soooo I really want to start writing again and need requests! Here’s the prompt list, so please send in your requests!! I’ll start writing next week cause ya girl has got to get through this shitty week of finals 🙄. (requests are for ben, rog, and this new sexy mother fu— I mean four 😗😚)
1. “what do you want?” *looks up at mistletoe, smirk riding up on his face*
2. “why can’t I be the big spoon for once?!”
3. “you do realize you’re drunk right?”
4. “I don’t care what you say, I think there is plenty of room in here for two.”
5. “make me!”
6. “no no no, you’ve got it all wrong.”
7. “I’m not fucking wearing it! Nope, not happening”
8. “Is it hot in here or is it just me?”
9. “great, now you’ve made it worse.”
10. “you really think your so sure? Prove it.”
11. “that area is off limits sir”
12. “holy fuck I love you”
13. “is that my shirt your wearing?”
14. “sorry y/n, these hands have a mind of there own”
15. “if only there was a way to really show how I feel about you”
16. “i could stay here forever”
17. “Guess what I found... the hot tub!”
18. “you two make me sick”
19. “this is NO TIME to fool around you two! PDA has a time and a place!”
20. Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts with James Corden
21. “You look absolutely stunning”
22. “Well well well, don’t you looking ravishing tonight?”
23. “It wasn’t me!” “He/she did it!” “No, you did it!” “Stop saying everything I say!” “Fine!” “Fine!” “You know what, fuck you!” “Gladly.” “What?” (Yeah I get it, it’s a long one. Deal with it.”
24. “Y/n y/l/n? Dr. (Taylor/hardy) will see you now.”
25. “My gingerbread house is obviously better, come on now”
26. “Oh uh hi! I’m the plumber you called for?”
27. “I have to kiss HIM? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
28. “Ah ah ah, it’s my turn now. Hands off.”
29. “You really wanna go there?”
30. “Pizza delivery forrrr *reads receipt* y/n?”
31. “Please just stay a little longer”
32. The Whisper Challenge together on Jimmy Fallon
33. “It’s a Christmas miracle!”
34. Never Have I Ever with the band or borhap cast or both.
35. “What can I say? I’m a natural.”
36. “Oh you did NOT just go there!”
37. “The closet? Really? You couldn’t have picked a worse hidding spot.”
38. “you’re still here?”
39. “You can try to run or you can hide, but I’ll still get you either way”
40. “just like high school huh?”
41. “I mean, my bedroom is always an option if your down.”
42. “Would ya look at that. Doing it in the back of my car. Just like old times hmm.”
43. “It’s either a black eye or a hickey. Your choice.”
44. “Do you think they saw us leave?”
45. “I’m staying in the same room with him, are you joking?!”
46. “You know, the whole point of tickling you is pointless if you keep trying to avoid it.”
47. “I know love, but it’s so much more fun the other way around.”
48. “Well hello there! I didn’t know your friend was joining us on this fine morning.”
49. “Nothing?” *oh fuck* “pfff I mean....maybe a little?”
50. “Would you two please stop eye fucking each other for the love of god!”
51. “Looks like I’m too drunk, could you drive me back to my place love?”
52. “I’m dating a fucking child” *jumping on the bed* “y/n look! I’m flying!”
53. “we can always go back to my place.”
54. “I thought we promised we weren’t going to get too attached.” “Oh fuck that.”
55. “Only if you promise to do facemask a with me!”
56. “Damn, look at that ass go!”
57. “Pfff im not jealous?! You kidding?”
58. “Do you think they saw us?”
59. “I’ll regret it if we don’t.”
60. “that neck of yours looks pretty tasty.”
61. “DAMN you can eat!”
#80s#classic rock#queen#rogah taylah#roger#roger taylor#brian#brianmay#deacon#freddie mercury#ben hardy x reader#ben hardy#6 underground#4#four billy#writing prompt#smut#john deacon#joe mazzello#gwilym lee#rami malek#fanfic#prompt list#request#SEND YOUR REQUESTS
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Together we stand (part 8)
Together we stand (part 8)
Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader
Summary: Together We Stand explores the relationship between Billy Russo and Reader (You), over the course of twenty years. You meet as children, and you two are best friends until life tears you apart. You always find your way to each other over the years, although you witness him becoming someone you barely recognize. Billy is your weakness, the one person you cannot resist, and as he grows into a selfish, cold, manipulative man, you can’t let go of the Billy you once knew.
Warning: Mature (SMUT), 18+, language (cursing).
Words: 3,200
The * indicates steamy/ mature content
My Masterlist
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Gif by bilyrusso
Billy misses you every second of his waking day. It’s like a curse: you’re always on the back of his mind, or on the tip of his tongue. He can’t stop thinking about the sounds you make when he’s tightly pressed against you, the soft, sinful sighs that escape your lips when you lose control. He sees the color of your eyes touched by sunlight, he can almost smell the scent of your hair, sugary and intoxicating. He can feel the taste of your skin on his tongue, of your shuddering breath against his.
You’re the first thing he sees in the morning, clear as day, sitting beside him in bed. He blinks, still half dreaming, and then you’re gone.
His heart belongs to you, as well as his every waking thought.
Physical training and routine tasks help: it eases his feelings, making them dull. It occupies his mind, and he finally stops thinking about you. When he lies awake at night, he recalls all the moments he’s had with you and starts to resent you for sending him away. He loathes the distance, not being able to touch you. He misses you so much, it physically hurts. He hates the effect you have on him, because now he can’t remember what his life was like before you occupied every single one of his fucking thoughts.
You’re an obsession, and he counts the days before he’ll see you again. The hole filled with darkness in his chest was quieter when he was with you. You made him calmer, softer. With you, he felt raw. He didn’t pretend. He was himself, and you welcomed him in your soft arms. You were the first and only person to do that.
But you also make him weak. He’s irrational around you, erratic. Part of him is scared of the power you have over him.
As he grew up, he started making a plan for himself. It involved success, gaining money, status, and power. Those, he respected. He found a way through drug dealing and joining an underground organization, through the acquaintances he had made in the group home, and when he was roaming the streets. He had a specific set of skills that helped him fit right in: he was smart, cunning, and he didn’t hesitate using violence. He could overcome his enemies using his physical abilities, and sometimes, his wits. He lived for it. He loved to exert control over others, to manipulate them. He was good at it. Lying, intimidating, inflicting pain.
He was good with girls too. He used them for releasing his sexual impulses, and never got involved emotionally, not once. For that, he had you, but you were out of reach. You were the only person he could get emotional about. Everyone else left him cold and unfeeling.
But you were too pure for him, too good, too perfect. He admired your intelligence and your kindness. You had been nothing but sweet to him, ever since you were children. You had a quiet, soothing presence and a natural charisma that made others be drawn to you. He envied you.
He was also terrified of the things he could do to you. He feared hurting you, aware of his own capacity to be dangerous and lash out. So, he took his distance from you. It was hard pushing you away, so he thought it’d be easier if he showed who he really was. He started ignoring you, showing how cold he could be. He progressively treated you like a stranger, shutting you out. He made fun of you, hoping you’d resent him. It was painful, but he didn’t have a choice. He didn’t do it completely consciously. Something dark and ominous, something stronger than him made him do it.
And then you pushed back. You had a fight in you, burning and passionate, and you stood up to him. He was both shocked and intrigued. You had a fire of hot rage inside of you, and he recognized it, for he had the same. Perhaps you weren’t that different. It drew him to you again, changing the way he perceived you. He thought that you were this flawless, perfect person, but you had an edge, and you kicked and bit back. Most importantly, you resisted him. Something he’d never see coming.
It was way too easy for Billy to get girls, he barely even had to try. His good looks and natural charisma did all the work for him. Girls fought to get his attention, and he lazily picked one when he felt like fooling around. But you? He could see that you were attracted to him, but you struggled and fought against it. And then you went and got yourself a fucking boyfriend.
Matt was everything Billy resented and despised: he was a rich, privileged kid who wouldn’t have to struggle one single day in his life. He was smart as well, just like you. He knew that Matt was superior to him in many ways, and it pissed him the hell off. He started fantasizing about hurting the guy, but he resisted the impulse.
Billy was also intimidated by you. You were a hundred times smarter than him, and a better person too. You were a kind soul, and you deserved kind people around you. If there was one thing that Billy was aware of, it’s that we wasn’t a nice person. He was angry, aggressive, impatient. He could be cruel and manipulative.
And then, as he grew up, he realized that he had an impulse to kill. He had a sinister urge to inflict pain to others, and it came as a surprise to him. He struggled to keep that craving in check. Instead, he beat people up. People who owed money to the guys he worked for, people who needed to be silenced, people who needed to know who was in charge, these sort of things. He handled the dirty work and was happy to. It allowed him to expel his dark urges. And he enjoyed it too, it made him feel alive.
He had a sharp, twisting pain pulsing in him. It was fed by thoughts of his abandonment by his mother, your parents, or when he recalled the incident that involved Arthur Walsh. The fact that a man who he trusted and looked up to tried to sexually assault him had further broken something inside him.
Those were the emotionally searing scars perpetually hurting him. Billy felt unworthy of love and was convinced that anyone he’d ever love would eventually leave or hurt him. He didn’t allow himself to feel any emotion resembling love. He protected himself from the feelings of abandonment and worthlessness.
He felt insecure and small, so he did the only thing he could think of: he became aggressive, to protect himself. He hid the vulnerable parts of his himself and shut them down. He pushed the feelings of empathy, longing, and love deep within him. Instead, he became cold, calculating, and violent. He enjoyed punching flesh, feeling strong and lethal. He felt powerful in these moments, a feeling he progressively learned to cherish.
He found out during Boot Camp that the marines rewarded him for being good at inflicting harm. He had acute reflexes: he could be as stealthy as death itself, and sneak up on anyone, quiet as cat, lethal as a panther. His moves were quick and precise. He excelled at close combat, always winning his fights. He was eager to try shotguns and amazed at his own abilities when he started shooting practice.
He would quickly excel as a marine. His instructor seemed impressed, and he was told he’d climb the hierarchy easily. It gave him hope to gain status and power, the main goals of his life. Then, all he’d need was money, and he’d finally be satisfied.
Following orders and performing simple tasks helped him focus and forget about you. He was distracted from the vivid thoughts involving the taste of your lips, the feeling of your hand gripping his hair, of the urgency when you kissed him and when you cried his name. He felt so alive in these moments, when he was with you. It was like a drug. He had never felt this strongly for anyone, and it scared him.
You were the only good thing in his life. And he was afraid of losing you. Mostly, he feared himself, as basic training revealed parts of his being he had hoped he’d never explore. He discovered that he could legally become an assassin and be paid for it.
Although he’d miss women, and most importantly, he’d miss you. Being a marine involved months of deployment. But then again, it had been your idea to send him away. Part of him -the angry, paranoid one- thought you might have done it on purpose to get rid of him. Maybe you didn’t want him as badly as he wanted you.
In this troubled fantasy, he imagined that you’d find another man, someone better than him. He imagined the guy rich, and smarter than him, like a lawyer or a doctor or something. And you’d leave him, to go and live this perfect, classic life he imagined you wanted. With the big house, the children, the dog, the garden, and the white fence, all that shit.
It disgusted to him to imagine these things: he felt sick to his stomach picturing you with someone else. But he knew he couldn’t give you those things. He was a broken, sick man, and you deserved someone better than him. Someone whole, someone as good and pure as you.
He was tortured with these thoughts during the entirety of his training, trying to bond with others a bit, finding comfort in exercises and routine. He tried not to picture you in college, closing his eyes when images of you with other guys came to his mind. He fought with himself to figure out what would be better for you: if he disappeared from your life, protecting you from him, or if he’d stay, and if he could build a life with you.
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The first days of college were hard on you. You felt like you didn’t belong, and it was difficult for you to get used to your new environment. Most importantly, you missed Billy, a lot. His absence filled your life with pain and longing. You cursed yourself for sending him away, questioning your own choices and sanity. You missed him so much, it drove you insane. You couldn’t reach him either, he wasn’t allowed to have a phone at Boot Camp. You constantly wondered what he was doing, how he was feeling, if he missed you as well. You tried to picture what he’d look like, what he’d be wearing. Was he eating well? Did he make friends? Was he happy?
You perpetually recalled the few precious moments you had with him, and they appeared as the best moments of your entire life. Billy made you feel happy, whole, ecstatic. He also made you lose your mind. Your rational side shut down in his proximity, and you turned into a ball of want and need around him. You knew that it wasn’t healthy. That it was too strong, too powerful to be good for you. But it was Billy. Nothing else really mattered except for him.
You attended classes and lost yourself into studying again, and it gave you some comfort for a while, forgetting about how much you missed him. You knew that you had to get used to it. After Boot Camp, he’d have to leave for Advanced Individual Training anyway, and he’d be shipped to Carolina again. Although, it wouldn’t be three months, it’d probably take a year. Even after that, he’d be shipped across the world. In short, you’d have to get used to missing him. You didn’t have a choice.
When you finally came to terms with that fact, you grew closer to your roommate, a sweet girl named Annie. She was also a freshman and came from New York. She was studying biology, and although you didn’t share classes, you had a lot in common. She introduced you to her friends, and you started hanging out with new people. You met students in your classes as well and discovered that you could be social and well liked. High school had taught you that you were a weirdo and a nerd, college showed you that it wasn’t true at all.
People enjoyed your company, and you made lots of friends. You got coffee with classmates, joined parties on campus, had endless discussions about literature and philosophy. You got drunk every weekend, playing games, and losing sense of time. You discovered what it was like attending classes while being hungover. You smoked pot, tried ecstasy once during a party, danced your ass off all night, staring at the lights. You finally let lose, for the first time in your life, without your parents, your sister or even Billy to monitor you.
You could be an entirely new person: you could reinvent yourself and you felt exhilarated. You grew particularly close to several fellow students who became your best friends. There was Joe, a film major who was in the same screenwriting class as you. He was a skinny kid with kind brown eyes; he wore glasses and wasn’t particularly tall. He was quite shy, but his extensive knowledge on movies fascinated you. He quickly suggested that you watched movies together and you bonded over movie nights and endless discussions about creative and screen writing. He introduced you to his best friend, David another film major, a blond guy with bright blue eyes. Both were incredibly funny, and as you spent a lot of time with them, they became your pals. David was dating a Theater major named Amy who was as extravagant as he was mousy, and she made you laugh endlessly. She took the four of you to the craziest parties.
Experiencing with drugs and alcohol was fun for a few months, but it quickly grew old. You found out that you’d rather stick to beers and that you had fun anyway. You discovered that you got a lot of male attention as well, and it came as a surprise to you. Sure, you had dated Matt, but you weren’t really sure if you were considered attractive. You thought of yourself as a medium person, and in some ways you were. But your sharp wit, your sarcasm and twisted sense of humor seduced people. You were somehow both laid back and hardworking. You were social yet introverted. You triggered people’s attention, and quickly found out that many guys were drawn to you. You shut them down every time of course. None of them compared to Billy, by far.
When December arrived, you started buzzing with excitement. Billy would finally finish Boot Camp and that meant he’d come to see you. You had told your friends about him, mentioning that he was a foster child, and that he was your best friend. You didn’t confide about your relationship: it was your most precious, private secret, and you didn’t want anyone to judge you. You knew how it could be people were critical. You weren’t ashamed to be romantically involved with him, but you knew how people might take it, just like Matt did. You didn’t want to have to justify yourself to others. You didn’t want your friends to get involved in what you had with Billy. He only belonged to you.
Your roommate left campus to go spend Christmas with her family, and you patiently waited for Billy’s call. You wanted to show him your dorm, campus, your friends. You wanted to share your life with him and couldn’t wait to hear about his own experiences.
* * * * * * *
Three months have passed, and it’s finally time for Billy to go home. He shakes hands with the fellow future marines he’s trained with, and heads back home, to you.
The travel nearly takes two days, and he sleeps a lot on the bus, both anxious and eager to see you again. He hasn’t heard from you in three months, and it seemed like an eternity. He makes a stop in New York: he’s asked your parents if he can borrow their car to go visit you in Rhode Island. They’ve accepted at the condition that he takes you back home after, so that you can spend winter’s break with them and celebrate Christmas together. Sadly, Billy won’t be able to join, as he must continue his training. He has a few days before him, before he must report for Advanced Individual Training at the United States Marine Corps School of Infantry in Camp Geiger, North Carolina.
Peter and Mary know that Billy craves to see you. They seem to have figured out that you two are close again. They love Billy and consider him like their son. Billy knows that, and he likes your parents of course, but he’s never been able to forgive them for leaving him when he was eleven years old. He subconsciously considers them responsible for what’s happened to him. And while he doesn’t wish them any harm, he can’t bring himself to love them. There’s only one person he loves in the entire world, and it’s you.
Billy arrives in New York, and he stays for lunch with your parents. He tells them about Boot Camp, they have many questions and express how proud of him they are. Billy lets the unusual warm feeling spread through his chest as he watches your parents beam with pride and tell him how much they care for him. He allows himself to feel it, because he knows that he’ll soon be reunited with you, and that makes him soft.
As soon as he’s done eating with your parents, he quickly takes a shower, puts on a fresh set of clothes and jumps in the car to meet you. He calls you on your mobile phone (of course your parents had purchased a Nokia for you) and tells you he’ll be there in four hours. Hearing your voice on the phone has sent him over the edge, and he’s shaking with excitement and nervousness during the whole drive, feeling like an idiot.
He wonders how you’ll look, if you’ll be happy to see him, how it’ll go… Mostly, he wants to be alone with you and hopes you’ve gotten rid of your roommate. He tries to quiet his mind as he approaches campus, searching for the parking lot you’ve indicated. He parks and sighs, taking his bag out of the car and looking at the paper with the directions on how to get to your dorm. He doesn’t even pay attention to his surroundings, his mind only focused on you and on the fact that you’ll be reunited soon.
His stomach is clenched, his heart beating fast, and as he makes his way to your room and knocks on the door, he takes a big breath and braces himself.
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Part 9
I hope that you’ll like this chapter, I’m quite insecure as it’s mostly plot setting. I was eager to dig into Billy’s personality and his thoughts. We haven’t visited his POV since he was a young boy and I wanted to show what kind of man he was becoming.
I hope that you liked it, tell me your thoughts and feelings please? It helps me write!
Cheerio <3
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Request rules:
I don’t write for heterosexual relationships.
I write for female x female, male x male, non-binary x every gender.
I also would write for ftm or mtf, if you want it.
My english is... probably bad at some points, so please be gentle with me XD
I will write smut if you want (I actually like it). At this point: If you’re non-binary and you have a woman’s body: I will write for you and a male (or another non-binary with a man’s body, or another woman, you got me).
I only write smut for people, who are older than 16 (in the story).
I like to be creative in every genre, I guess, but I haven’t written angsty stuff yet (but I’m open for it) and I’m not good at bad ends...
You can describe yourself as specific as you want, for example what nationality you have, or skincolor, or anything else.
Requests are CLOSED RN
NOTE: When a character's name is orange I DO NOT write for them at the moment.
Who I write for:
Marvel:
Peter Parker
Warren Worthington III
MJ
Loki Laufeyson
Thor Odinson
Natasha Romanoff
Wanda Maximoff
Pietro Maximoff
Tony Stark
Valkyrie
Bucky Barnes
Sylvie Laufeysdottir
Celebrities:
Tom Holland
Tom Hiddleston
Zendaya
Thomas Brodie-Sangster
Dylan O'Brien
Harrison Osterfield
Henry Cavill
Ben Hardy
Harry Potter:
Hermione Granger
Sirius Black (young)
Remus Lupin (young)
James Potter (young)
Lily Evans (young)
Regulus Black (young)
+ Poly: Wolfstar, Jegulus
Maze runner:
Newt
Thomas
Brenda
+ Poly: Newtmas
The hobbit:
Thorin Oakenshield <3
Kili Durin
Fili Durin
Thranduil
+ Poly: Bagginshield
Lord of the rings:
Aragorn
Arwen
+ Poly: Aralas
The witcher:
Geralt
Jaskier
Ciri
+ Poly: Geraskier
Helluva boss:
Stolas
Blitzo
+ Poly: Stolas x Blitzo
Love, Victor:
Mia Brooks <3
Benji Campbell
Hawaii Five-O:
Steve McGarrett
Danny Williams
Tani Rey
Shadowhunters:
Alexander 'Alec' Lightwood
Magnus Bane
Jace Lightwood
Clary Fairchild
+ Poly: Malec, Jace x Simon, Clizzy
Merlin:
Arthur Pendragon
Sir Gwaine
Merlin
+ Poly: Merthur
Chronicles of Narnia:
Edmund Pevensie
Prince Caspian
The goldfinch:
Boris Pavlikovsky
+ Poly: Boris x Theo
Stranger Things:
Eddie Munson
Billy Hargrove
+ Poly: Mungrove
Wednesday:
Enid Sinclair
Bohemian Rhapsody/Queen:
Roger Taylor
Brian May
Gwilym Lee!Brian May
Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor
+ Poly: Brian x Roger
6 Underground:
Billy/Four
Masterlist
The hobbit:
Thorin
Thorin with an introverted boyfriend
Thorin with a jealous boyfriend
Thorin being attracted to his smoking boyfriend
Thorin with a boyfriend who can transform into a horse
Love at first sight
Arachnophobia is a bitch
Thorin with an angel boyfriend
Thorin with his FtM!Pregnant!Husband
Marvel:
Peter Parker
Little chat #1
Little chat #2
Studying with Peter
Loki
Bottom!Loki x Top!Male!Reader
Soft sex with Bottom!Loki
Loki with a boyfriend who can only sleep to noise
Little chat #1
Bucky Barnes
Wholesome smut
Thor
Thor with a boyfriend who is the god of wisdom
Mixed
Loki/Peter/Tony/Thor x Male!Reader (also NSFW)
Celebrities:
Tom Holland
Little chat #1
Little chat #2
Little chat #3
Little chat #4
Little chat #5
Helluva boss:
Imagine being Stolas and Blitzo's boyfriend
Love, Victor:
Mia Brooks:
Being Mia's girlfriend
Shadowhunters:
Magnus Bane:
Magnus with his boyfriend but it's very gay
Alec Lightwood:
Alec Lightwood x Trans!Male!Reader
Merlin:
Sir Gwaine:
Little chat #1
Night activities
Candy hearts
(Y/N) is drowning but it's funny
Pregnant!Ftm!(Y/N) (and Gwaine being a sweet husband)
Merthur and Male!Reader x Gwaine fucking but no actual smut
Marauders:
Everyone:
Marauders comforting you after you were raped by your boyfriend
Stranger Things:
Billy Hargrove:
tease
smoking together for the first time
Male!Reader makes Billy question his sexuality pt.2 pt.3
Comforting Billy after he gets abused by Neil
Making out with Billy
Fucking Billy after pe class
Eddie Munson:
giving trans!Eddie a blowjob at a pool
Queen:
Roger Taylor:
you have sex for the first time after Roger gets back from tour
new name for trans!masc!(Y/N)
Sir Brian May:
Going to university with Brian (Trans!Male!Reader)
#male!reader#non binary!reader#the witcher x male reader#helluva boss x male!reader#the hobbit x male reader#shadowhunters x male!reader#gay#bisexual#pansexual#lesbian#lgbt#omnisexual#polysexual#polyamorous#polyamory#polyam#stranger things x male!reader#queen x male!reader#roger taylor x male!reader#brian may x male!reader#billy/four x male!reader#warren worthington x male!reader
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Disclaimer: This masterlist covers the work I’ve written that I don’t hate on here as well as AO3, and Quotev ! Therefore some links will go to my other accounts on said websites (“KiaraKohana,” and “ItsJustSydney” respectively). All these accounts belong to me ! Works reposted across these different websites (that are published from these specific accounts) are just me publishing my work on different websites, so there’s no copyright fuckery amidst (unless it’s from an account not named here, in which case kindly let me know!). Thank you as always for reading, loves !
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Series
Caught in the Middle (Steve Harrington x Reader x Billy Hargrove)
8/? Chapters, ONGOING, also on Ao3
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8
Just before the school year begins, a new girl drives into town in a black 84’ Jaguar with a New York license plate. But you weren’t new to Hawkins at all. As a matter of fact, you were returning. While reunited with your old friends you soon find yourself making some unexpected new ones as well; namely the hair of Hawkins high himself and a certain hot-blooded Californian bad boy. Little did you know, dark forces were at work just beneath your feet. How the hell did you get caught in the middle of this?
Survive the Tide (Eddie Munson x Reader) ⭐️
5/? Chapters, ONGOING, also on Ao3
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
After discovering a portal to another dimension, infiltrating an underground secret Russian facility, and fighting literal monsters to save the world not once but twice, you'd think the bulk of your problems would be behind you. Enter: Eddie Munson. You thought you were done with long haired, leather jacket wearing men after you dated Billy Hargrove, but Eddie seemed different. He was sweet, he was creative, he was honestly kind of a dork, and now he's convicted of murder. Needless to say, harboring a fugitive isn't exactly how you pictured your spring break going.
Time And Time Again (Marauders Era x Reader)
8/10 Chapters, ONOING, also on Ao3
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8
Old habits die hard— and so do feelings, apparently. Relive moments high and low from your life with the Marauders and co. as you tell your godson, Harry, about all the mischief you got up to back in your school days. Takes place mainly in the Marauders era but also has content congruent with the Order of the Phoenix timeline, with some cannon divergence, of course~
Main pairings: Sirius Black x Reader, Severus Snape x Reader, James Potter x Reader, Remus Lupin x Reader, slight Regulus Black x Reader, and a bunch of friendships! Gender neutral pronouns :)
Fragile Trust, Fragile Love (Armitage Hux x Reader)
13/13 Chapters, COMPLETED, (Ao3)
Armitage Hux had grown up in a world where he was told not to trust anyone, so why did he seem to let his guard down around you? He felt safe for the first time in decades- perhaps in his entire life. He trusted you. But little did he know there's a lot more to you than what meets the eye.
Attraction (Various! My Hero Academia x Reader)
55/55 Chapters + 9 Endings + 9 After Endings, COMPLETED, (Quotev)
When you first got in through recommendation at UA you appeared to be the model up-and-coming hero with a bright future. But secrets hide behind every smile, and fate has an interesting way of bringing people together. Romance was the last thing on your mind but attraction is inevitable, after all.
Fighting Chance (Jaime Lannister x Reader)
3/3 Chapters, COMPLETED, also on Ao3
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
With his right hand gone, Jaime doesn't believe there's any way for him to regain his skill with the sword; his position in the Kingsguard is as good as finished. Luckily, Tyrion thinks he knows just the person to whip him back into shape- you.
Competition (Various! Fairy Tail x Reader)
37/37 Chapters + 4 Endings, COMPLETED, (Quotev)
You are (Y/n) (L/n)-- The Ice Dragon Slayer. You and most of Fairy Tail have just returned from Tenroujima after 7 years, and the Grand Magic Games are coming up! But how can you focus on the competition when it seems everyone else is in a competition for your heart?
The Runaway and the Renegade (Kylo Ren x Reader x Armitage Hux)
1/? Chapters, ONGOING, (Ao3)
They were fundamentally different in every imaginable way. One impulsive, unhinged, undeniably powerful; The other manipulative, calculating, a patient sleeper cell. You were content acting as the flood gate keeping the two from destroying each other, until your world was turned on its head.
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Oneshots
Incredibly Unprofessional (Armitage Hux x Reader)
Fluff, (Ao3)
There's no room for slip-ups now that you've been promoted to First Lieutenant by General Hux. However, when a ginger cat sneaks into your room and starts following you around base, it leads to unexpected encounters and some ~misconduct~ on Starkiller Base.
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Coming Soon
-Worlds Apart (Eddie Munson x Reader)
Oneshot
The rules of the Hawkins High class system were simple: you date in the popular crowd, you don't get bullied. From the outside you looked like you were in any other happy relationship, but in reality, Jason Carver was your safety net. After a major fight, you take some time away from your friend circle and realize the closer you get to a certain social outcast, the more tempted you are to light that net on fire.
-Untitled Geralt of Rivia x Reader x Jaskier
Multi-chapter fic
The first time you met the White Wolf you were shivering, covered in blood that was half your own and half hailing from the beast he had just run his blade through. He'd been a terrifying sight, but the calm look in his golden eyes made you reach for his outstretched hand before you even realized you were moving. The next time you meet seven years later, things are quite a bit different; you've got a sword, and he's got. . . a bard?
Or: Geralt saves your life and inspires you to take up the not-so-casual hobby of monster hunting. Jaskier shows up.
#fanficton#stranger things x reader#steve harrington x reader#my hero academia#star wars#bnha#stranger things#fairy tail#bnha x reader#atla#kylo ren x reader#armitage hux x reader#jaime lannister x reader#marauders x reader#game of thrones#legend of korra x reader#billy hargove x reader#reader insert#Diabolik Lovers#diabolik lovers x reader#shu sakamaki x reader#Harry Potter#harry potter x reader#marauders#severus snape x reader#marauders era#eddie munson x reader#the witcher#geralt of rivia x reader
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Masterlist
So here is my masterlist so far... I Will continue to add! Enjoy my loves💛
Updated 09/04/2023
Finished stories:
The pleasure is all mine - Lou Miller x reader
Chapters 1,2,3:1,3:2,4,5,6,7,8,9,10,11,12, Epilogue
Prompt List: In progress...
Marvel
Natasha Romanoff -
"While they fall in love with her smile, she waits for the one who will fall in love with her scars" - prompt 7
“If this is your attempt at pushing me away, it won’t work” “Come on now dear, Let’s not torture her any longer” - WandaNat x reader NSFW 18+
You're the light within my darkest hour
"Come Here, Cutie"
Wanda Maximoff
“It’s you, you idiot. I’m in love with you”
"You pull a stunt like that again; you won't be coming for a month" - Helpless
Whipped cream and snowy days
Home - Wandanat x Reader
Taco Night
Releasing Tensions - NSFW 18+
Sweet affirmations to you, My dear Wanda
A Second Chance to Love You - 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 (Completed)
American Horror Story
Cordelia Goode
“My loyalties lie with you, not the title you’ve been given”
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Headcannon for above work - Teen!CordeliaGoode x Reader
Small Reminders
Cordelia Goode x Ally Mayfair-Richards x Reader
A Christmas Gift
Ally Mayfair-Richards
I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus! - Christmas fic
Hey Neighbour! P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 (Hiatus)
Billie Dean Howard
Welcoming Surprise
Wilhelmina Venable
Our own underground kingdom
Beneath your scars
New Arrangements
Ocean’s 8
Lou Miller
Defiance
Lou Miller x Tammy
Jealousy Sin - Poly
Tammy
“It’s you, you idiot. I’m in love with you!”
Secret Love - Prompts 17,18,20
My best friend and my sister
Have I been good this year, Mrs.Claus? - Christmas fic
Denied pleasure - NSFW
Ariana Grande "Positions" Album + Sarah Paulson's AHS characters
#masterlist#why am i so terrible at this#slowly getting there#updated#lou miller x reader#cordelia goode x reader#tammy x reader#wilhelmina venable x reader#natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff x reader
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The Nurse and the Skywalker (6 Undergound Oneshot)
Paring: Four/Billy x nurse! Reader
Word Count: 1847
From anon request: Can you do one with Ben( as 4/Billy in underground 6) getting injured and you’re a no-nonsense nurse having to tend to his wounds and he flirts with you at first, but then he gets serious/tender and vulnerable with you and it makes your heart melt?
Warnings: Swearing, hospitals, mentions of blood, illness, surgery, and injuries.
A/N: Thanks for your patience! Much thanks to @rhapsodyrecs for suggesting a great line! As well as @yourlocalmusicalprostitute and @joeneslee when writers block got me in this one!
The afternoon coffee you had been sipping was gulped in one hot swig when your co-worker ran in, yelling “Y/N! It’s an emergency! You need to hurry!”
The 12-hour shift and it’s exhaustion was forgotten at the words. Your shoes squeaked against the floor as you were led into the room.
“A young man-he has a bad injury-he’s been shot and his bones are broken too!” she cried.
Looking over, the patient was young. Not too far from your own age in fact. He was groaning in pain. His arm and leg were broken. But you noticed a few gashes here and there. Still bleeding. A lot. But he looked up and kept his eyes on you. As you reached over to see some charts the mysterious man left and what could be known, you felt his eyes, and saw him even crane his neck just to keep an eye out on you.
Maybe I spilled something on my scrubs you thought, dismissing the notion as they wheeled his bed out into the hallway.
“Quick, give me the anathesea- and a surgeon- we can get the bullet out, but we have to be swift!”
You were handed the pain medicine to give to the patient.
As you put the tube over his mouth, he glanced up at you. His eyes were as green as a field on a picnic day. And you noticed his hair as well-it was cut short but very blonde.
“I…I’m scared…please don’t…” he muttered lowly.
You felt your guts stir at the sound. He was deeply hurt. If he didn’t have the bullet removed, he was a goner.
“What is your name…?” you asked.
“I…don’t…have…a name…” he croaked.
He turned ghostly white and then pink.
“I…I’m sorry, I should have been stronger…thought I could make that jump…I couldn’t. I’m not that fucking strong…” he muttered.
“Who dropped him off?” you asked your co-worker.
She shrugged.
“This guy with a beard and this weird voice and then after we got the kid on a bed, he just vanished with all the bills paid already in cash! The guy was loaded!” she gossiped, tugging at her bright pink scrubs.
Turning to the patient, you forced him to look right into your eyes.“Okay mister, you don’t have a choice. You got lucky someone paid all of your bills, so you better suck it up and be grateful, got it?” you scolded.
He looked at you blankly before you put it right to his mouth and wheeled him to the surgeon’s office.
Two hours later you got word that the boy got lucky. The bullet was found and removed. It wasn’t too deep and nowhere near any vital organs. But he seemed to be ill and needed to be checked up and have his limbs bandaged.
“Here he is…he’s still on the pain medicine some, so he might be a little loopy…” the surgeon warned, before leaving you alone in the room to do your work.
“Hello…I’m Y/N, I’m your nurse…hang in there, you’re gonna be fine…” you said, he seemed half asleep. Almost in another world. There was no reply.You were checking his blood pressure when his eyes fluttered open. Your head whipped around as you tied the black strap tightly around his arm.
“Hey there…” he croaked out.
“Checking your blood pressure, hold up…” you mumbled, making it tight as possible.
“I must be in a museum…” he said softly.
“Well, I don’t see any Da Vinci any…”
“Because you’re a piece of art.”
Your jaw dropped and your head whipped around to see him. Did that really come out of him? Moments after he was near death.
“Pardon?”
He gave you a half smile and you felt a blush creeping up on you and it made you mad. Of all places this was happening- at work!
Did a patient really just flirt with me? Maybe it’s just my imagination.
You undid the black strap and set it away without a word, writing down the numbers. He reached over and picked up the menu of food options to be ordered for patients.
“Do you know what’s on the menu?” he asked.
“Vegetables. You better order some with your dinner. Eat up, your body’s in bad enough condition…”
“Close, but it’s Me ‘n you.” He added with a devilish grin.
Your ears heard it right alright. You felt them grow hot.
“You know what else is on the menu? This antiseptic,” you ordered. Walking over to the side and getting an orange bottle and some cotton balls, eyes on his wounds. As you began to apply some to the cuts, the cool guy façade dropped.
“NNNnnnnng, no! No! And I’m sorry! Won’t do it! Won’t do it!” he whined. His voice getting a little higher than what was considered manly.
“Just shut up and suck it up, Romeo,” you replied, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.
The next day a woman arrived to check on the patient. A beautiful woman with tan skin and yellow hair with a white suit. You felt envy twinge in your stomach as her heels clicked on the tile floor.
She went into the room. If only you did not have duties currently. But no, scratch it, you weren’t interested. Not some cheeky patient that was trying to break all the medical oaths in the book. Passing by the room to put away your lunch box, you forced your ears shut at the quiet conversation they had.
As you returned, she left the door of the room. She looked up at you and pointed at you to come near.
“You are nurse Y/N, right?” she asked in a European accent.
“Yes, I am.”
She glanced around to see if anyone was listening in. Then she leaned closer.
“How long have you worked here?” she asked.
You told her.
“Good, you know what you’re doing. We…we just need a bit of help. He’s on…on my company. He got hurt. Badly.” She said softly.
Yeah, no shit you thought.
“What caused the wounds? I think he mentioned a jump…” you asked, folding your arms skeptically. What kind of sketchy company was this that was all hush and made gallons of money where people got shot?
Her pink lips tightened, she glanced to the left and then answered “It was a fall. Bad one. Just…an accident.”
“What’s your name? And what’s his name? Why did he get shot? Was there a shooting at your job?” you asked.
“We would prefer to be anonymous,” she answered coldly.
“What, why?”
“For protection. He’s here to get better, right?” she answered with a twinge of annoyed anger.
“Yes…”
“Don’t hurt him, then…or make him do anything to hurt himself more…”
She turned around and clicked away, but gave you one look, softened. As if to silently say thank you- even if you did ask questions about whatever this “company” was.
Hours later, you came into the room with the patient. Though you armed yourself to fight off like the black cat with Pepe le Pew, he looked at you and glanced down at his lap. His left arm and right foot was in a cast and he seemed red as a beet in his face. But the light in his eyes were glazed, but had dimmed. And he seemed in pain.
His forehead was like a furnace. Sticking a thermometer in his mouth, you watched the numbers rise above healthy at the end. Gently, you pulled it out to put it away.
A half-grin reappeared on his face.
“Is it hot in here or is it just you?” he said.
“No, you got a fever dumbass,” you replied.
You showed him the temperature and he huffed lightly.
“Well, you will have to stay here a bit longer. Injured and sick. It doesn’t seem bad, but it’s still a double whammy. Three or four days…” you said,
He pulled out his free hand to play with his phone, pouting in defeat. You stayed to type into the pad you used for work to keep track of patients charts.
“Bi-billy…”
“Hm, what?” you said, turning around.
“You wanted my name, I’m…I’m Billy…” he confessed.
“Okay, thank you! I can finally call you something other than Romeo,” you jested.
“That’s not a bad name, either though,” he said.
The doctor working on him informed you that his fever did have a chance of breaking in the night. You offered to stay.
“Why, Y/N…you’re worried about him?” the doctor asked, cocking her head.
You shook away the creeping blush and smile growing on you.
“I just want the extra hours for pay!” you insisted.
You stayed there, reading with him. You realized what he was doing on his phone- watching movies.
“American movies are the best, like, us on the Pond get all the boring, slow stuff- America is where the real movies are!” he commented when you glanced over.
“Hey- that one’s my favorite!” you cried, recognizing it at once.
Indulging it, you watched the rest of it. Talking about your favorite actors, quoting the lines, and smiling ear to ear by the time the credits rolled by on the tiny screen.
“I was so scared…I was gonna die…” Billy confessed, setting the phone down.
“It’s just medicine,” you scoffed.
“No…when I fell…” he said.
“Really?” you asked, leaving the sarcasm.
“I felt that was it. You see…I…no, I shouldn’t…” he mumbled, looking down.
“You can tell me…” you urged.
“I got a chance to…uh, do something important. It was risky, but it was better than what I had before but I…I thought I was dead for good because I slipped and fell…” he added on.
Recalling the first day, he had a bullet in his body as well. How did that get in there? There was no news you checked of a shooting anywhere.
“And you were shot…how did you get shot?” you questioned.
“I…I can’t tell you everything but I just feel…I can trust you…someone was in danger…and I was trying to get him out and some’ow…I got shot and I fell off…” Billy explained.
“Fell off? Of what?”
“The skyscraper downtown…” he confessed, eyes down to his lap again.
“What! No! That’s a hundred feet high! How in hell are you even alive?” you gasped.
He looked at you and laughed.
“That’s some bad fucking words for a medical professional!” he teased. “But that’s a good question, really…”
Outside the window, a bird sat in the darkness on the pane. Its feathers seemed to glean in the moonlight. It was a clear night, even a sky filled with stars could be seen despite the smoke of the city
“I…I’m glad you survived. I’m glad you didn’t die and so you could- you know- help whoever this person is you were trying to help,” you commented. And this time you smiled back.
“I…I’m glad you were there to help me…dunno what I’ll do next time I’ll fall…” he said.
“I should be there then…”
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Ghost - Four x Reader (6 Underground)
REMEMBER WHEN I ASKED IF ANYBODY WANTED THIS BUT THEN DIDN’T CARE AN DID IT ANYWAY? HI IT’S 2:23 AM.
Hi, I’ve not read through this but like it was in my head so I had to do it, enjoy xoxo
Angst/Fluff
Word Count: 4.5K
"What do you mean he's dead?" You asked dumbly, eyes searching the man across from you for any sign that he was lying. You know how lads do, they take the piss for fun, to get a reaction, you really wished this was one of those times. You knew something was off from the second Billy's brother showed up at your doorstep, since your best friend ran off to who knows where to do who knows what you'd fallen out of contact with his family, especially his brother. God that guy was a wanker. So his appearance definitely left a sour taste in your mouth from the get-go.
"Don't play dumb. You heard me, love." You knew then he wasn't lying, he wasn't very good at hiding things anyway, that much you knew from how red hot he acted around the police.
Billy's brother was just like him, a thief. The only difference between the two was that his brother was older, slower and more of a prick. Still, you shook your head at him, Billy was reckless sometimes, sure, but he was smart, there's no way he could have gotten himself killed. His brother sighed before piping up again, "You know better than anyone our Billy handled some risky jobs. He bit off more than he could chew and it caught up to him. You were the one who tried to convince him to stay, there's nothing more you could've done for him, darlin', don't beat yourself up, right?" He stood up and placed a rough hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze and making his way out of your living room and towards the front door, stopping in the doorway and speaking up one last time before showing himself out.
"Funeral is on Sunday, he'd want you there."
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Nothing about what was happening felt real.
You'd shown up to your best friend's funeral, only 4 other people had bothered to show their faces. His mother, his brother and two of his old "work friends", neither of the two so called 'friends' even stayed until the end.
It made your heart ache, made you feel sick even, Billy was into some sketchy shit but he was good and kind and he deserved better than this.
His mother held onto your hand tightly as she cried, watching her son's empty coffin, as no body had been recovered from the accident he'd been in, was lowered into the ground leaning on you for support as her eldest son stood in the distance acting as if he had some place better to be.
Once the ceremony had ended, Billy's brother left quickly, leaving yourself and his mother at the boy's grave. You hadn't cried yet, you guessed that you were just in shock, your body was numb and your brain was a mess, you couldn't even remember if you'd eaten anything in the last three days. But as you took a proper look at the fresh grave and the gravestone above it with the name of someone who knew you better than yourself, a boy who you had made some of the best memories of your life with, when you finally took in what exactly it was that you were looking at your lip began to quiver and you couldn't stop the sob that ripped from your throat. Billy's mother was quick to wrap her arms around you and let you cry into her shoulder, for all the years she has known you, since you and Billy had taken a shine to each other back when you were both sixteen, she'd known you to be quite the fighter, the kind of girl who kept her negative emotions to herself and the kind of girl who always tried her best not to let a single tear slip unless nobody was watching, she knew today would be different though.
"You know, he'd be really happy that you're here, you were always his favorite person, apart from me." She told you softly trying to lighten your mood at the end, her hand running up and down along your back, your frame was shaking as you cried and the older woman continued. "He'd kill me if he knew I was telling you this but he really did love you, (Y/n)."
You nodded into her shoulder sniffling in an attempt to calm your crying, you'd known he loved you, he told you before he'd ran off away to Europe. "Yeah, I love him too. Wish he wasn't such an idiot though." You whispered, pulling away from his mother and wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your black jumper, the same jumper Billy had told you he loved seeing you wear a few months ago before he left.
His mother smiled a sad smile at you, "I know, love, me too. At least we have each other to talk to about it, yeah? No more of this falling out of contact business." She chided softly, giving your arm a small squeeze. "I'll be around this time I promise." You told her, no hint of a smile on your face, just guilt in your eyes that you'd drifted from her in the first place after she'd been so good to you during your teenage years, but just like her son, she was sweet, understanding and she didn't hold anything against you.
"Good. Now I'm gonna sit in the car, you stay here and say whatever it is that you have to say to him, okay? After that me and you will chat over a few drinks." She gave your arm one last comforting squeeze and headed to her car to wait.
Heaving out a sigh and attempting to regain control of your breathing you looked up into the cloudy grey sky and started to let your thoughts spill out from your mouth. "I'm so fucking sorry, Billy." Your voice was uneven, shaky.
"I should have tried harder to make you stay, should've slashed your tires or something." You said laughing dryly.
"I know you were probably scared, I really really fucking hope you're not anymore." You started to cry again, your breath now coming out in high pitched wheezes. "I'm going to try not to think about that part too much. I just-"
You took in a deep breath and wiped your face with your sleeves again, trying your best to compose yourself, he wouldn't want to see you like this.
"I love you, Billy. I'm not gonna say goodbye right now, because that's too final and I'm not sure if I can accept this just yet… so I love you and I'll talk to you later, yeah?" Deciding that was all you had in you for the day, you kissed your finger, pressed it against Billy's gravestone and then made your way to the car.
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One watched as Billy, or now Four, let tears fall down his cheeks as he listened to the girl, and out of all the fake funerals he'd had to watch so far, this was definitely the worst and not just because of the girl.
One, no longer being able to keep his curiosity at bay opened his mouth, "So what is she to you exactly?"
Four didn't look at the older man but he did answer, his voice shaky and uneven, just like the girl's had been, "My best mate. Name's (Y/n)."
One raised an eyebrow at his response, something wasn't adding up. "Not your girlfriend?" Four let our a dry laugh, shaking his head but not tearing his eyes away from you.
"No. Not my girlfriend." He turned to look at One then added, "Do love her to bits, though." One nodded in understanding, he could tell Four would gladly get into the topic of this (Y/n) girl had One given him the opportunity to, but he felt like he knew enough and it was time for Four to move on.
"Looks like the shows over, kid." One stated as they watched her walk towards the graveyard car park.
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"You think you could give me a hand going through his things? His room is still as he left it, didn't bring much with him when he went away." Billy's mother asked you, as you both finished up your drinks, you nodded your head in reply.
"You looking to do it now?" You asked her, knowing that she probably wanted it over and done with, she'd never been the kind of woman to wallow in the time you've known her. "If you don't have any other plans for today."
"Course not. M'all yours." She smiled gratefully at you and beckoned you to follow her as she got up, heading towards her car again. You'd only had a drink each and the house wasn't far so she got into the driver's seat, you rode shotgun beside her and you soon arrived at what used to be Billy's house, but now it was just his mum's.
Going through his things felt surreal, surreal in the most gut wrenching way imaginable, deciding what of his things to keep or throw out was the stuff of a nightmare you wish you could wake up from.
His mum sent you down to the kitchen to make tea for the pair of you as she needed a minute alone, which you completely understood and got busy boiling the kettle and preparing the two cups of tea.
Slowly you headed back up the narrow stairs of the two story terraced house, careful not to spill the tea you were holding in each hand.
On arrival back in Billy's room, his mum was placing things into a cardboard moving box that hadn't been there when you had left to make the tea nearly ten minutes ago, setting her mug of tea on the nightstand and receiving a nod of appreciation in return, you took a sip of your own tea, sitting on the edge of Billy's bed and cradling the cup close to your face as you asked, "What's that one for?"
In response the blonde woman stood up from her place on the floor, the fairly large box between her arm and hip, and sat beside you on the bed, the box in-between the both of you.
She smiled kindly at you, her smile was exactly like his, they were so alike it almost made you want to cry. "This one's for you, love."
When you only looked at her she nudged the box closer to you, "Go on, open it."
With care you lifted the boxes cardboard tabs and began to look through it, willing yourself not to cry, no matter what she had placed in the box.
As much as you tried, as soon as the scent of one of his jumpers hit your nose you knew there was no way going through this box was going to be a tear free endeavour.
First you pulled out a few items of his clothing, a few jumpers and a few of his t-shirts that you already knew you'd be sleeping in until his scent was replaced with your own.
Second was a framed picture from his 18th birthday, it was of you and him, the both of you absolutely sloshed and hanging out of each other. Despite how drunk you were when that picture was taken you remembered it so clearly, Billy had wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you'd thrown both of your own around his neck, Billy being the most chaotic drunk ever had the buttons of his shirt almost completely undone as his free hand pulled one of your legs over his lap, you'd thrown your head back in drunken laughter and Billy had the brightest smile on his face. You laughed looking at the picture now, it was the messiest thing you'd ever seen but it was absolutely perfect.
Placing it on your lap you dove your hand back into the box, more clothes were pulled out and his mum had thrown in trinkets from around his room along with jewelry he'd stolen and at the very bottom there were two things in particular that made your heart break and flutter simultaneously.
Before you'd even fully recovered it from the box his mum spoke up, "Found those in the back of his wardrobe."
The item you'd pulled out first was in an envelope that looked like the kind to hold a birthday card, but it weighed more than a regular card and felt like there was something inside it, it had your name written on the outside in the sloppy handwriting that you knew belonged to Billy. You figured it was a birthday card he'd gotten you before he left and didn't get a chance to give you since he left before your birthday and was MIA during it. Gently you opened the envelope, trying your best not to rip the paper as you did. You took out the card first the weighted item sliding to the corner of the envelope, it was indeed a birthday card, one of those stupid novelty ones with the joke about how old you were getting on the front of it. Giggling at the stupidity of the front of the card you opened it up to have your giggles hushed as you read the card,
"Hi, love.
Got you this card way too early but doesn't matter because at least now I won't forget to get one.
Hope you like gift (check the envelope if you haven't already ;)) stole it specifically for you, knew you've been wanting it for a while…
Hope you're having the best day and if you're reading this it means I'm with you and it's about to get so much better ;)
lots of love from Billy x"
God, you really did think that you'd be sick after reading his card, he wasn’t with you while you read it and he’d never be with you again. You’re head was spinning at the thought, your heart threw the floor. Slowly you reached over to your side to pick the pink envelope up again. For the millionth time that day a cry left your lips as you picked the necklace out of the paper casing of the envelope.
You had been wanting it for a while but it was too expensive and you'd made peace with the fact that you'd probably never have it. Billy really was something else.
"Here. One last thing." His mother told you, not letting you get too caught up in your own thoughts as she handed you another picture, this one wasn't in a frame.
It seemed that yourself and your best friend only took decent pictures together when completely wasted. This one was taken by a mutual friend at a house party, the summer before he left so not all that long ago.
You'd both gate-crashed a party, neither one of you had been invited to, in one of the posh suburban neighborhoods, not that anyone had noticed, the place was full with people in their early twenties, all of whom way too high or drunk to notice that you and Billy were uninvited guests.
Whoever was hosting the party, you couldn't remember, but they had a poor and from the picture you remembered that Billy was having the absolute time of his life drunk as fuck and half naked, his shirt nowhere to be seen in the photo.
You weren't much better, arms wrapped around Billy's middle in a side hug, chin on his shoulder, looking up at him with a smile you hadn't seen yourself sport since he'd went away. He had the same smile looking down at you, though. His curls sticking to his forehead and green eyes almost glowing as he gazed at you. Black ink stained the undeveloped side of the photo, again it was in Billy's messy handwriting, "Me and my best girl 22nd July"
You really weren't sure how you were supposed to go on knowing that you were never going to see him again. It wouldn't be easy, that's all you knew. And to be completely honest? You were shit scared thinking about it.
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-4 MONTHS LATER-
Things definitely hadn’t been easy for you since Billy’s funeral. Not too long after sorting through his stuff you’d started having nightmares, they were always the same. You’d see him get himself killed without being able to help, you could never move, never scream, they were pure torture and they were every single night.
You’d spoken to his mum about it, she had them too so you didn’t mind telling her. It was when you started seeing his face everywhere you went that the trouble really started, you remembered calling his mother in a panic of tears and breathless cries telling her that he was everywhere, that he kept disappearing whenever you tried to follow, how you wanted it to stop, how you couldn’t take it.
She’d practically dragged you to the doctor’s office the next day, he gave you a renewable prescription for hallucinations, claiming that what was happening to you was “perfectly normal” after a traumatic experience. You did as he said, took the pills every single day and after a while you stopped seeing him everywhere, but that was only half the battle.
You still felt him everywhere. Every place you passed sent you right back to the thoughts of him.
After a month of this you made the decision, after discussing it with his mother first, to move out of the city and go somewhere else for a little while, to get some headspace and to figure yourself out. She agreed that it would be for the best and even drove you to the airport when you were actually leaving.
New York City was where you ended up, you’d been there three months already and your head was better for the change of scenery, things were still rough, sure, but they were slowly getting better. You’d gotten a job in a 24 hour cafe as a waitress, it didn’t pay great but it kept you busy most days, you rented an apartment not too far from the cafe, the place was shitty and came with a roommate but it was better than nothing. Your roommate was sweet and she was a college student so you only really seen her in the evenings if you weren’t working.
Your work schedule for the next few days was chaotic, you were working nights in the cafe four days in a row and considering your inability to sleep during the day- or night for that matter, these next few days weren’t going to be easy, you just hoped you’d be sharing your shifts with one of your more tolerable co-workers.
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“You ever been to New York, Four?” One asked eyebrow raised as he looked at the excitable blonde who was sitting with his feet thrown up on the table.
“New York? Nah never been, always wanted to, though.” He responded, the older man nodded, “Must be your lucky day, I need you to steal something for me. I’m sending Seven with you in case it goes south. The rest of the team will catch up with you in a few days.”
Four smiled happily, excited to see the big city and get back to his favourite hobby, stealing shit from rich people.
Seven had never gotten the chance to see NYC either as he joined the army when he was pretty young, although he wasn’t as excited as Four was to get to the city, despite his excitement he still managed to fall asleep on the flight there, mouth hanging open and eyes only barely cracking open as the plane landed. He reminded Seven of a toddler, and if the man didn’t know any better he’d think the kid in front of him was harmless.
Their solo mission had gone surprisingly well, Four was good at what he did, that much was for sure, no alarms were triggered, he was in and out and surely nobody would notice anything was out of place until the next morning rolled around. They headed back to their hotel, a hotel One was paying for, and placed the stolen item in the safe that was in their room, before heading out into the night to find someplace to get a decent coffee.
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It was 2AM, you’d been working for two hours, only six more to go until you could go home and try to catch some sleep. The cafe was empty apart from you and your co-worker, David. You were grateful it was him you were sharing your shift with and not some of the other idiots that worked at the cafe. David was around your age, pretty chatty, kept you awake and he wasn’t too hard on the eyes either which was definitely a bonus.
Currently, he was sweeping the floor while you sat on the counter across from the till, picking at a blueberry muffin you hadn’t paid for and you didn’t plan on paying for it either.
“So, do you ever miss the UK?” David asked, still sweeping but clearly getting bored.
“I guess so, more so the people than the place yanno?” You told him, popping another chunk of muffin into your mouth as he nodded his head in understanding.
“Why’d you leave?” He asked, stopping his sweeping to look at you. You laughed softly tilting your head back, “It’s a very long and very depressing story.” As he went to speak again you cut him off, “One for another night.”
The brown haired man let out a surprised laugh, “Damn, my questions are getting too predictable, I bet you killed someone of something.” He joked and you jumped down off the counter and threw your muffin wrapper in the bin, “I guess you’ll never know.”
Not too long after that, the bell above the door of the cafe rang out signaling you had a customer, looking at the door you smiled at the man who walked in, the very definition of tall, dark and handsome.
“Hi, what can I get you?” You asked nicely as he walked toward the till. “Two coffees please. For here.” He told you, a small smile on his face as you punched his order into the till. “No problem, take a seat wherever I’ll have those out in a few minutes.” You told him, throwing in a wink for good measure, you weren’t interested in dating at the minute but flirting with the attractive ones was good for passing the time.
The man sat down at a table for two speaking up while you waited for David to make the coffee, “I like your accent, you’re English?”
You smirked at him, “How deceptive of you, yeah from London.”
“Funny I’ve got a friend from there, he’ll be joining me in a few minutes actually.” He told you casually, leaning back on the chair.
“Maybe we’ll know each other.” You said not really thinking as you brought him his order.
As you set the cups down on the table, the man’s, whose name you didn’t know, phone began to ring, walking back to the till you busied yourself with wiping down the counter while the stranger talked on the phone, the conversation he was having in hushed whispers.
David leaned over to you, “What’d you think that’s about?” He asked looking at the man curiously, you only shrugged not really caring about the conversation.
The man hung up his phone and looked between you and the door nervously, you hadn’t noticed anything was up, only looking up when the bell above the door rang out again.
To say your heart sank at the sight would be an understatement, he was there, Billy. For the first time in months you were seeing him. Your heart was beating erratically, to the point you thought it’d break your ribs if it kept up much longer and your face turned white, you looked like you’d seen a ghost.
Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes, telling yourself he’s not really there, it’s just your tired brain playing tricks on you, you’ll open your eyes and he’ll be gone. It’s not real. You repeated it to yourself until your heart beat had gone back to normal.
Opening your eyes was something you almost wished you’d never done. He was still there, eyes glassy and staring right at you.
“Hey David…” You called out meekly, your voice getting caught in your throat as you maintained eye contact with Billy, if he was even really standing there.
“Yeah?” He asked concerned, glancing between you and the guy who had just walked in.
“Can you see a tall, blonde guy standing in the doorway, green eyes, very very alive?” The question was almost a whisper but you were sure, the three men in the cafe had all heard it. Raising an eyebrow David nodded his head, “Yeah?”
At his reply you felt as though the wind had been knocked out of you, you swallowed dryly. Eyes never leaving Billy’s you walked around the counter you were stood behind and slowly, cautiously, made your way toward the boy you hadn’t seen in almost a year, the boy you thought you’d never see again.
Once you were close enough to touch, you reached out and pressed your hand to his chest, and when you felt him, solid, with his heart beating as frantically as yours you couldn’t help the gasp that left your mouth. His larger hand reached up and covered yours, your eyes still locked.
“Hi, love.” He spoke softly, fucking terrified he’d scare you away.
“You’re alive.” You stated, lip quivering as his gaze fell to the necklace hanging around your neck, a small smile finding his face when his eyes met yours again.
“You’re wearing the present I got you.” You smacked him upside the head with your free hand, ripping your other away from him, anger replacing your shock. He rubbed his head, letting a small “ow” slip from his mouth.
“Yeah, I’m wearing the necklace you got me! The one I found when going through your shit with your mother because we thought you were fucking dead!” He was still smiling at you, he felt like shit for putting you through so much, but fuck he missed you.
The only reason he had the balls to come in was because Seven promised he wouldn’t tell One about it, but fuck was he glad he did.
“Why are you smiling?” You asked him, agitated that he wasn’t taking your outburst seriously.
Without another word he stepped forward, cupped your cheeks and smashed your lips together, trying his hardest to communicate his feelings through the kiss, his guilt for lying to you, his sadness for leaving you, his happiness to have you back right now. He smiled wide when you began to kiss back, way too soon he pulled away to answer your previous question.
“Because I fucking missed you.”
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The life ahead of us I/III [Billy/Four x F!Reader]
Words : 4, 200 K +
Warnings : fluff, smut, angst, blood…
Summary : Billy and reader decided to quit the Six Underground team after three years fighting the bad guys. They agreed to help them finish this last job before starting their new life. Only three more missions to go for a life of freedom.
Note : Hiyyaaa, first 6 Underground writing and I’m beyond excited ! (and bloody nervous too!!!) I had this idea few days ago and I didn’t want to start writing it because I have a lot of other stuffs to finish/edit but I just couldn’t stop thinking about it so…The whole story is already clear in my mind, divided in 3 parts (was supposed to be a simple OS but I got carried away as usual…). Anyway, I hope you’re gonna like it as much as I do and don’t forget to tell me what you think (even if it’s just a meme or a heart emoji, I’m surviving on these little comments!). Lots of love xx
x Masterlist x
General Headquarters of the 6 Underground team.
His mouth was hot, almost burning against yours, tongues and legs intertwined together in a passionate and lustful mess.
His thrusts were becoming sloppy as he was coming closer to his orgasm, his fingers quickly working on your clit to bring you with him and he was doing an amazing job as usual.
“Fuck…baby I’m so close” He breathed against your face before devouring your neck with light bites and small kisses.
“Me too, babe” You whined and sunk your nails into the skin on his shoulders, a low grunt escaping his throat at the gesture. “Come for me, Billy” You murmured and grabbed his face, your teeth tugging on his bottom lip as his whole body tensed, his strong orgasm washing over him followed by yours few seconds later.
“Holy shit” The blond moaned as he rested on top of you, still inside you, too lazy to move immediately. “I got—”
“Are you done fucking in here ? We’re leaving in ten !” A loud bang echoed through Billy’s trailer and the sweet and melodious voice of One could be heard. “If you’re late again, I will shoot the both of you myself !”
“Give us a minute !” The blond yelled back, his voice slightly croaky as he still breathless from his previous activities. “Fucking wanker”
“I heard you, Four !” You giggled quietly at One’s answer and sighed when you could hear his footsteps on the sand, signalling he was walking away from the trailer.
“We better get dress” You whispered and pressed a single, loving kiss on Billy’s swollen lips, earning a little groaning. Sex before a mission was probably your favourite. You were both giddy and full of good nerves, fucking them out in the best way possible. “Come on, babe” You pushes away few sweaty locks from his forehead and he gently kissed the inside of your wrist, mouth hiking up higher on your arm. “Billy” Instead of sounding like a warning, it was more like a desperate moan and it made him smirked proudly.
“In few months, we will finally be able to have as much sex as we want…” He dropped his mouth above your chest, his tongue lazily lapping between the valley of breasts, your throat going dry at the incredible feeling. “…without any disturbances…“ He cockily sucked on the love bite he made earlier under your right boob, just on the little mole which he found insanely sexy. You hissed, fingers grabbing his roots roughly. ”…no One…or Two…or Three…zero fucking numbers…“ His lips came back on yours for long, lazy kiss which always made your head spin. ”…just you and me, baby" You sighed loudly, the idea bringing butterflies in your belly.
You and Billy had decide to quit the team at the end of this major mission. It wasn’t an easy decision but it was the right thing to do. You arrived few months after Billy in the team as Eight and the both of you immediately clicked. It was the last thing you excepted when you integrated One’s little team. But only few weeks after you arrived, Billy and you started seeing each other and you never stopped since. You didn’t have family or close friends and you were quite good with a gun and especially with explosives, he made you an offer and you didn’t even think twice before accepting. You never regretted your choice once.
But now, three years later, Billy and you agreed that it was time for a change. But you couldn’t just quit and let the others handle the rest of the job by themselves. You would first finish this job, three more missions were planned to wrap the operation. But the desire to leave was itching through your veins a little bit more everyday. Everything was ready. Passports and new identities. Flights ticket toward Costa Rica. A beautiful house right on the beach. A good amount of cash to survive few years without raising a single finger.
“Three more missions, babe” You whispered, his smile matching yours immediately.
“Three more missions” He repeated with dreamy eyes.
You couldn’t wait to start your new life with Billy by your side.
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Mission 1/3.
“Eight, how it’s going ?” You breathed slowly as the voice of One echoing in your earbud, your fingers perfectly stable as your worked on the explosive device.
“Slowly but surely” You murmured quietly as if you spoke louder everything could explode. Which wasn’t possible of course, but you needed all your concentration for the job. “Two more wires to go” You added as you carefully cut a black wire, Five next to you was holding a flash light right on the bomb.
“Copy that. Four and Seven, how is looking up there ?”
Five immediately plugged out your earbud and you murmured a quick thank you. It was one of your rule for this kind of job, you couldn’t listen to Billy because you would just be distracted and then risking stupidly yours and everyone’s life. Sometimes your heart would beat so strongly because of the blond that you couldn’t hear anything else and it was the last thing you needed.
Few more agonisingly long minutes later, you switched back on your earbud and murmured Billy’s favourite words : The bomb is disconnected.
It was for him the most stressful moments of these missions, waiting for you to confirm everything was fine. He was always worried to, instead of hearing you, hear the loud explosion which would result if you failed your mission.
But you never failed.
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Your bigger job was over, the bomb wasn’t a danger anymore and you made peoples evacuated the building without really being noticed. Everything was going as it was planned.
“I have my eyes on the target” Three announced with his thick and easily recognisable accent. “Two, mi amor, do you see this hijo de puta ? Leaving through the second elevator”
“I got a visual” The french girl confirmed. “But call me like that one more time and the next bullet is for you, imbecile”
“You never complain when I call you like that in bed, mamacita” Javier was pushing his luck and One let out a little groan, ordering him to focus.
You couldn’t repress a little giggle at their familiar teasing. Javier and Camille were adorably cute and domestic at the base but during mission, Two was dead serious and you knew that Three loved to tease her about that.
Your heart ached a little at their kind of cute interaction and you couldn’t help yourself but checked on your amor.
“Billy, everything’s good on the roof ?” You didn’t let your voice betrayed your worry even if it was obvious for everyone.
“All clear, babe. Seven and his rifle can be quite useful” He always had this cheerful tone and sometimes it was driving you mad because he sounded so reckless. But he also always managed to come back to you.
“I save your ass at least a thousand time, you ungrateful wanker” Blaine chimed in.
“I bet you did, hiding away from the real danger” Billy teased gently and you could hear his quick breathing, indicating that he was running or doing some parkour shits.
“Oh shut the fuck up” Seven groaned and the blond chuckled loudly.
“Alright, Blaine stopped distracting him, he need to focus” You murmured and you could guess Seven was rolling his eyes at your comment.
“Yes, mom” He replied sarcastically.
“You heard the lady, Sniper ? Stop bothering me”
“Asshole”
"Enough, the three of you” One cleared his throat and you immediately complained, claiming your innocence in this stupid quarrel. “Especially you Eight, you’re the one distracting Four” One added, completely ignoring your previous words.
You humphed with annoyance and Billy laughed quietly.
"Can’t argue with that one. She can be very distracting”
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You grimaced, the throbbing pain on your cheekbone was making your head spin and you almost throw up at the feeling. Your ankle was also slightly touched, swollen and red but hopefully nothing too serious that few days of rest couldn’t fix. But you didn’t have time for any of that right now, the mission was done but more and more guards were deployed on the building and it was time for you to evacuated quickly.
You were the last one with Five. You lost her somewhere between the third and fourth floor, after a man assaulted you, knocking the butt of his gun right in your face. You managed to take care of him but Amelia was nowhere to be seen. You hoped she was okay, your earbud had fall somewhere during your fight, you couldn’t imagined how Billy must be worried.
“One more floor, come on” You encouraged yourself as all your muscles were sore and begging you to just stop and lay there.
The evacuation was on the roof, a zip line carefully installed by Billy and he already evacuated everyone except the both of you. His worry was growing as you still weren’t here, the sound of shotguns echoed through all the building, not helping his nervousness.
When you finally reached the roof, your gaze frankly searched everywhere for Billy, a relieved sigh leaving your mouth when you saw him, waiting patiently next to the zip line.
"Took you fucking forever, was about to leave” He falsely complained, the relived smile on his face was contradicting his words.
“You wouldn’t dare” You said as you quickly walked toward him before stopping net at the sight of large man right behind him. “BILLY !” You yelled and barely registered his surprise face as the man jumped on him, both of them falling loudly on the floor.
You grimaced as Billy’s head knocked painfully loudly on the concrete, the sound seeming to echoed through your head as you made your best to reach him. You weak ankle was slowing down drastically.
One punch.
Two punch.
At the third punch Billy’s head fell on his side as he spat blood on the floor, his eyes watching you as you came closer.
You didn’t have any more bullet or this fucking asshole would already be dead. The blond tried to take back the control of the situation but he was clearly still a bit dazed from the violent punches he just received. He was struggling to hit him back as his arms were stuck under the big guy, a groan of exasperation and pain falling from his mouth.
When you saw the man grabbing a large knife from his belt, a rush of adrenaline courses through your veins. You literally sprinted there just in time to see the man roughly throwing his weapon toward Billy’s chest, trying to stab him. And he almost did. You let at a strangle cry at the gesture and almost tripped over but thankfully the blond rolled on himself at the last second, avoiding the – probably – deadly stab.
“Don’t touch him, you sick fuck !” You threw yourself on his back, not really your smartest move but you couldn’t think straight when Billy was in danger.
“Get off me, bitch !“ The man tried to dodge him from his back but you didn’t budge and quickly grabbed the thin rope from your belt, wrapped it around his neck and putting as much as pressure as you could.
The man started chocking immediately and Billy didn’t lose a second, pushing himself off the ground and stabbing the man with his own knife, right through his heart. A weak gasp escaped his throat as blood started dripping from the corner of his mouth, Billy quickly helping you get off from under his back.
"You’re okay ?” You immediately cradled his face, checking the bruises already forming on his beautiful face.
“Peachy” He mumbled, hissing quietly as he wiped the fresh blood from the scrap of his forehead. “Thanks to you. Would be dead without you” He added with a little smile as you both walked to the zip line, your hands still shaking at the previous events.
You could have lost him so easily. That was also why you both wanted to stop being part of the team. Always worried about your other significant, wondering if he would make it alive today.
“You scared the shit out of me, Billy” You whined as he quickly and skilfully hooking you to the zip line from the belt you were already wearing. "I thought he was going to…"A sniffle fell from your mouth and you immediately cleared your throat, it wasn’t the time to let the emotions drowned you.
"I know babe” The blond pressed a short kiss on your hairs and hooked himself to the line too as you took a deep breath. You weren’t safe yet. “Let’s go home” You both walked to the edge of the building and you hugged tightly Billy as he jumped off the roof, sliding fast down the safe place where the other were waiting.
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General Headquarters of the 6 Underground team.
“How you’re feeling, Nick Fury ?” One snorted as soon as you strolled in the HQ, wearing this stupid patch on your left eye.
“Ha-ha, very funny, One” You rolled your eyes, well your eye and took a seat at the large table, slamming of piece of paper in front of your boss.
“What the fuck is this ?” He asked, a spoonful of cereal crushing loudly under his teeth.
“You said you were going shopping later, I need that” You slid it toward him and threw a quick glance without any real interest.
“Why on earth would I do your shopping ?”
“Because I look like a fucking pirate and I practically can’t walk because of this stupid ankle” You glanced angrily at your foot which forced you to stay in bed for the past five days.
“And what about Skywalker ? Too busy doing nothing ?” One groaned exasperatedly.
“In fact, I’m too busy doing my darlin’ girlfriend” Billy chimed in a he walked in the living-room, biting in an apple. “Maybe you should try and get laid too One, couldn’t hurt you”
You pretend to be annoyed by his comment but your amused smile betrayed you. It was hard to resist his cheeky grin, especially when he was looking so good, all sweaty and just back from the gym.
“You’re fucking gross” One stood up and grabbed your shopping list before leaving the room mumbling quietly.
You and Billy exchanged a fond gaze, knowing that under his shell, the big boss considered all of you like family.
“You’re supposed to be in bed” The blond commented as he walked to you, dropping a little peck on your hairs.
“Yeah but I wake up and you weren’t there anymore” You shrugged and giggled stupidly when he crouched down at your level. “Billy, seriously I can walk to the trailer, it’s not that far”
“Up on my back, missy” You shook your head childishly and watched your boyfriend stood back up, brows arched. “You’re not supposed to put pressure on your ankle, back to bed now” He softly pushed few locks of hair behind your hairs, giving you the sweetest look ever.
His way to convince you to go back lay down on your bed.
“I’ve been laying in bed all week Billy” You whined with a pout. “I’m so done staying in this damn freaking bed. It’s boring” You crossed your arms, remembering that you already asked him three times to go buy a new mattress and still nothing.
“Well I don’t know for you…” He tilted his face close to yours, his lips hovering above your mouth but quite not kissing yet. His warm breath gently caressing your face making you momentarily forgetting about his request. “But I, have few ideas to pass time in this damn freaking bed” His cocky and raspy tone sent a wave of electricity directly to your core, your fingers involuntary curling against your palm.
“Oh yeah ?” You grabbed the hem of his tee-shirt, tugging him closer to you and he smirked wider at your receptiveness. “Like what ?” He slid a finger under your chin and tilted your head toward him before pressing a hot, dirty kiss on your desperate mouth.
“Like…"He broke the kiss but didn’t let go of your bottom lip, tugging at it with his teeth until you hissed, feeling him grinned against you. ”…fucking you face down onto this mattress that you love so much…“ You didn’t even mind the irony about this damn mattress, too occupied with the hotness growing inside your body. "Sound good to you, babe ?” His question was useless and you both knew it. The unsteadiness of your breath and the way your hands were tightly clasped around his forearm were enough hints to understand the situation easily.
But he loved hearing you saying it anyway.
“Yes” You breathed out quietly, his digits rubbing dangerously high on your thigh, each of his stroke deliciously burning your skin.
“Yes what ?” He repeated with a teasing smile, earning a little whine from you.
You should have excepted that from this cocky bastard.
“I want you to fuck me with my face down against the mattress Billy” You repeated and internally cringed about your desperation. “Hard, please”
For all answer he gave a predatory, toothy smile which made your core throbbed with need before grabbing you roughly by the waist, throwing you on his shoulder like a rag doll. You gasped loudly, scolding him for his brusqueness and he only chuckled carelessly, delivering a sharp slap on your covered arse, a little moan leaving your parted lips.
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“BILLY !” You screamed his name again and again, trying to reach him but you couldn’t move. “Billy…“ You let out a strangled sob at his pleading eyes looking toward you.
He was being tackled against a wall by a man, a hand tightly wrapped around his neck, applying a strong pressure on it. The lack of air in Billy’s lungs were obvious as his head was slowly turning a worrying shade of red. The little vessels on his eyes were bright red, his eyes popping out of their sockets from the urge to breath.
You could see his hands trying to push away the man from him, little desperate gasps chocking out from his parted lips.
The man decided to move away his hand and instead threw him violently on the floor, kicking his ribs roughly.
Billy coughed loudly, thin dash of blood escaping from his mouth.
"Let him go !” You yelled again, forcing your body to move but a sharp pain on your wrists made you looked down. Ropes. So tightly wrapped around your skin that every little move was burning, atrociously scratching your body.
You looked back at Billy and this time he was on his knees. Arms crossed behind his back, his face covered in bruises and dry blood. You opened your mouth to call him but nothing came out, unable to make a single noise.
The same man from earlier came back, holding a gun in his hand, walking straight for Billy. You eyes widened at the sight and you tried your best to wriggle out of your chains, gaze fixed on your boyfriend.
No, no, no.
Please, no.
Everything went horribly slowly as you watched the man raising the hand holding the deadly weapon, tears obscuring your vision. Billy stayed still, his chest straight as he fixed the man, jaw clenching firmly.
“Are you afraid ?” The man whispered dangerously low, gun pointing directly on his head.
For a split second you locked eyes with the blond before he looked back at the man.
“Never” Billy growled before spitting a bit of blood on the floor, gaze fierce and burning with anger.
The man chuckled darkly. Completely useless, you watched the man’s fingers taking off the security of his gun. The unmistakable sound brought shivers down your spine. You barely noticed the spams in Billy’s jaw because of your whole body was shaking violently.
“Liar” The man murmured with a satisfied smirk, slowly pressing the head off the gun on his forehead.
A strangle sob escaped your throat painfully at the gesture. That caught Billy’s attention. His beautiful green eyes fell on yours, tears silently falling on your cheeks. His lips mouthed something to you but you couldn’t understand it. The loud thumbing of your heart against your rib cage was making your head spin.
The deafening sound of a bullet leaving the gun tore the heavy silence, echoed loudly in your head. And then the noise of Billy’s body collapsing on the ground, the thick smell of powder and iron making you sick.
“BILLY !“
You jolted awake on the mattress, eyes wide opened, sweat dripping from your forehead and heart beating too quickly.
You let out a loud, throaty sob, your whole frame shaking and shivering violently at the vivid memories of Billy’s dead body. You didn’t even notice your movements, rocking yourself in poor attempt of calming your nerves, gaze staring at Billy’s empty side of bed.
You didn’t hear the sound of the door’s trailer opened before two soft hands clasping around your shoulders.
"Baby, what’s going on ? (Y/N), (Y/N) !” You felt someone cradled your face, warm digits stroking your wet cheeks. “Breath with me, baby. Inhale…exhale…just like that, love” You did as he said, feeling your pulse starting to slowing down and your breathing becoming easier.
Several seconds later, you could finally see him. Billy, alive and well, looking worriedly at you.
“You…“ A small cry fell from your mouth and the blond pressed a kiss on his forehead before bringing you against his chest. “You were dead” You breathed out almost painfully, hands desperately grabbing him, the fear that he would disappeared making you sick.
“Still having these nightmares ?” You nodded weakly, nose pressed against his jumper, feeling a little bit more at ease with his familiar scent. “You know I’m not going anywhere, baby. There is no way I’m leaving you alone, love you too much for that” A small hiccup escaped your mouth, bringing Billy to only hug your tighter.
You had absolutely no idea for how long you stayed like that. Minutes ? Hours ? ? All track of time was lost in his strong, safe arms, his lips gently kissed your hairs and murmuring sweet nothing to you until you finally calmed down.
“You were out ?” You mumbled sleepily, head resting in the crook of Billy’s neck, exhaustion growing in your bones.
“Yeah, couldn’t sleep. I went for a run then I heard screaming when I was coming back” He pushed back the bed cover with his free hand and gently moved you under the warm blanket, chuckling softly at your drooping eyelids. “M gonna go for a quick shower, okay ?” He kissed your shoulder as you barely managed to murmur a little okay before settling comfortably in the bed.
Those nightmares weren’t new for neither of you. It was the normal consequences of a constantly dangerous life. Always worrying about each other. About your friends. Wondering if it was your last day truly alive.
For you it was always the same way. You fell asleep and suddenly everything seemed so real that you couldn’t tell if you were awake or no. Usually you were so scared you whole body were just freezing, not able to wake up until either your boyfriend did it or something really intense happened in the dream. Translating by Billy’s death most of the time. Gunshot. Stabbing. Falling. Drowning. And every time you woke up, you were terrified it happened for real one day.
That was mostly why you and Billy were leaving the team. You didn’t want to worry every time you were apart for few hours.
For him, it was different. He couldn’t fall asleep. Someday his mind would race about the dangerousness of the missions you were all doing. The thick tension which wrapped around his body each time you had to take care of explosives. It was a deep, freezing kind of fear running through his veins. He would remember that you would have to do it again and again. He would just lay in bed, making sure you were next to him, keeping his eyes open with the fear of seeing something he didn’t want to if he closed them. So, sometimes he would go for a run, changing his mind or running until he was too exhausted to even think about anything.
Few minutes later, you were fighting the sleepiness drowning you, eyes closing by themselves every two seconds but you wanted to wait for Billy. Too scared to just go back right into this nightmare. You felt the mattress quietly creaked as the blond joined you in bed, switching off the light before sliding under the covers behind you.
“Try to sleep, baby” He murmured lazily, knowing you wouldn’t fall asleep without him. He pressed his chest against your back, one arm sliding under your head and the other one resting gently on your stomach. “Good night, gorgeous” A small kiss dropped on your hairs and you sighed quietly at the gesture, relaxing against his warm frame.
“Two more missions” You quietly said, eyes closed and hand linked with Billy’s one.
“ Two more missions” The blond repeated in a soft sigh, his head resting on top of yours, the sound of his steady heartbeat quickly lulling you to sleep.
2 more missions left.
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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.
#ben hardy fic#ben hardy#ben jones#6 underground#6 underground fic#four x eight#four x reader#billy/four#FOUR FIC
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so i cant figure out how to unqueue a post w out deleting it and i dont feel like fixing it, so yall are getting a Four/Billy angst at five am est time😁 LNKFBHJWBEJH good mornin ig
#ill probably delete if it flops and just post it again.#but for now im going w it#ben hardy x reader#6 underground#6 underground x reader#billy/4 6 underground x reader#billy x reader
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If anyone ever feels like writing a four Fanfiction
Feel free to tag me anytime anyplace anywhere anyhooowwwwww
#6u#6 underground#1#2#3#4#5#6#7#four#four x reader#billy x reader#billy/four x reader#x reader#fic#fanfic#tag me#tag
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Requests Open
Requests Open
Hello!
These can be pairing with Reader, OC (fanfic or one-shot) or just one-shot without pairing (just the character).
I do dates special (b-days, Christmas, etc)
Smut (Only in some cases), Dark themes: Allowed. I like polemic, yes! Feminism, Gender questions, Politic, Health. All of it. The world is a lot of things, writing has to be too. Plus, art is here to help.
I value things that run from stereotypes or cliche. So your character can be LGBTQI +, Black... Anything really. I don’t wanna just white perfect characters. I want different. Because different is far more challenging and fun to write.
I am taking requests with the following characters:
TV Shows
Daredevil: Foggy Nelson; Benjamin Poindexter, Matt Murdock, Vladimir Ranskahov
The Originals: Kol, Klaus, Elijah
Vampire Diaries: Damon, Kai Parker
Vienna Blood: Max Liebermann
The Punisher: Billy Russo.
The Witcher: Jaskier, Cahir, Lazlo
The Order:Hamish Duke, Randall
Justified: Tim Gutterson
Limitless: Bryan Flinch
Ragnarok: Fjor Jutul, Laurentis
Dark: Jonas, Magnus Nielsen
Peaky Blinders: Thomas Shelby, Michael Gray
Amazing Spider-Man: Ben Reilly (Scarlet Spider), Peter Parker, Alistair Smyte, Miles Morales
A Discovery of Witches: Marcus Whitmore
Merlin: Merlin, Arthur, Mordred, Gwaine, Lancelot
Grimm: Nick Burkhardt
Good Wife: Cary Agos, Finn Polmar
Star Trek: Spock, Khan, James Kirk, *Data
Dusk Till Dawn: Richard Geko, Seth Gecko
Glee: Sam Evans
Scream: Noah Foster, Gustavo Acosta, Eli Hudson, Will Belmont
Hannibal: Hannibal Lecter
Money Heist (La Casa de Papel): Berlim
The Good Doctor: Shaun Murphy, Neil Melendez, Alex Park
Castlevania: Adrian Tepes, Trevor Belmont
Clone Wars: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker
Sex Education: Otis, Adam Groff, Eric
Movies
Marvel: Loki, Bucky (Winter Soldier), Peter Parker, Sam Wilson, Bruce Banner, Doctor Strange, Quicksilver, Black Panther, Harry Osborn
DC: Bruce Wayne, Scarecrow, Joker
Ex Machina: Caleb Smith
Riot Club: Miles Richards, Dimitri Mitropoulos, Guy Bellingfield, James Leighton
1917: Blake, Scholfield
Narnia: Edmund Pevensie, Peter Pevensie, Caspian
Hobbit: Legolas, Thorin, Thranduil
Fantastic Beasts: Newt Scamander, Theseus Scamander
6 Underground: 4, 6, 7
HP: Draco Malfoy
Game of Thrones: Robb Stark
Maze Runner: Newt, Gally
Characters
Iron Fist
Austen: Mr Darcy, Mr Tilney, Sidney Park, Frederick Wentworth
Noah Centineo
PS: Here are listed only man but you can ask woman too (I don’t know which ones to put, there are much more than these ones).
Ships
Crossover ships are accepted too!
Davina x Kol
Mr Darcy x Elizabeth
Mr Tilney x Catherine Morland
Anne x Gilbert
Sidney Park x Charlotte
Matt Murdock x Karen Page
Billy Russo x Krista Dumont
Amy March x Laurie
Rich Gecko x Kate Fuller
Anastasia x Dimitri
I love AUs and crossovers: like HP meets Narnia, or something like that. Ask about Actors are good too.
Free Stories
These ones I pretend to write more of it or remake it. These will be long fanfics. Feel free to share ideas. If you want a one-shot involving these TV shows or movies is good too.
Obs: Some of them may be only in my Wattpad account. * @lucy_beau
The Alienist; Dirk Gently; Northanger Abbey; Sherlock, Sanditon; The Adventures of Tintin; Chained; Fallet; Ripper Street; Byzantium, Jumanji; Carrie Pilby; Vallerian; The Name of The Rose, Crimpson Peak; Revenge; Red Sparrow; Hookup Plan; The Ottoman Lieutnant
Free Ask:
Saw a thing and want a fanfic? Send me the idea. The movie is bad but could be good? Let’s write it. Want a prompt but can’t write? Maybe I can do it. Send it to me!
Free fanfics or stories have a limited number of chapters: 20.
Obs: I don’t do terror. Horror? Yes.
SEND!!!!
If you want to be in my TAGLIST, say.
Need some help getting ideas? Look here: Prompts
#daredevil#dirk gently#amy march x laurie#the originals#reader#request#marvel#mr darcy#dusk till dawn#the punisher#billy russo#sanditon#fanfic#the witcher#loki fanfic#hobbit#star trek#riot club#cary agos#imagine#oneshot#benjamin poindexter#1917#davina x kol#peter parker#matt murdock#theseus scamander#viena blood#jaskier#fantastic beasts
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