#took us three tries for positioning and then we were fucking like… i don’t even know what

[bigassmoonchild]

this is just pure self induglence

can i request ghost ripping into each member of the team over something stupid they did and when he finally get to us he cant yell and tell us not to do it again really sweetly and leaves the room and soap asks us how we get him to be nice and it leads to them finding out

A. we outrank him

B. hes our hubby and cant be mean to us even if he tried

(i love it when soap just never gets told anything about simons personal life. it’s like another way soap and ghost just go at each other to me 💀)

🫶🫶 (love my anons)

‘you need to start thinking more, sergeant!’ ghost nearly growled into soaps face. ‘if you’d think, maybe we wouldn’t ‘ave had to evacuate like we did, and maybe there wouldn’t have been three dead!’ and all soap could do was look away.

price had disappeared. he well outranked the lieutenant and didn’t need to stay behind for the talking to everyone was getting. you, though, you stayed because you wanted to.

he moved on to gaz, staring down at the younger man. ‘and you’re supposed to be with him,’ he pointed at soap, ‘at all times. did you forget? is that why he went off and fucked up?’ he snarled.

soap opened his mouth, ready to defend gaz before ghost cut him off. ‘don’t you even think about it, sergeant. i want you both on the field tomorrow. 0500,’ and he turned to you.

soap and gaz watched as the lieutenant just looked at you, your eyes glaring through his own. it was like you were talking to each other without speaking, and ghost shook his head. ‘don’t do that again,’ he huffed out and marched away.

gaz visibly relaxed, allowing his shoulders to fall from their stiff position. rubbing at his neck, he looked between you and soap.

‘i’m just gonna go on and get some food. might knock out early so ghost doesn’t fuck me up too bad tomorrow,’ and he walked off.

falling into step beside you, soap and yourself just walked for a bit. soap needed to blow of some steam. ‘how do you do it?’ he turned to you, face fallen and almost hurt. ‘i don’t get it, he never yells at you, he doesn’t do anything to you,’ he shook his head.

the mission hadn’t gone as poorly as ghost had thought. there were some missing pieces of intel, a few soldiers lost in the ranks here or there. maybe an outdated blueprint.

where you’d been watching, ready to help snipe should anything go wrong, things seemed to be going okay. soap hadn’t fucked anything up too bad, he just hadn’t seen someone walking by before they’d seen him.

he was almost shot, barely getting away. gaz had barely gotten away with the needed intel, but had to lose the person you’d been after. that was going to ruin a lot of things in the long run.

‘you didn’t do as poorly as ghost thinks,’ you said to soap, ignoring his initial comment. ‘he just gets all up in his head, believes that anything that goes wrong is nobody’s fault but ours,’ you told him.

you weren’t going to explain how he believed it was his own fault. when soldiers he was leading fell, he took it as though he was the one killing them.

soap shook his head. ‘how do you do it? he barely even tells you when you screw things up,’ you gave a little laugh.

‘oh he tells me, soap,’ you responded. ‘you just don’t ever see it, because he’s private. sure, i may outrank him, but-‘

‘you outrank ghost?’ he stared at you, brows furrowed. you nodded.

‘i just don’t ever wear my stripes or pins,’ you told him. ‘colonel, but i’ve stepped aside to help you guys out. god awful amount of paperwork, though,’ you shrugged and looked away.

soap shook his head. ‘he yells at price sometimes, but he never even gets angry at you. there’s something else,’ you gave soap a little smile.

finally looking back at the scot, you fully grinned at him. ‘it’s cause i’m his wife, and he’d be sleeping with the dogs if he ever yelled at me,’ you told him.

blinking at you, soap took a moment to process it. ‘you’re his what?’ you nodded, pulling the necklace with your wedding band on it. he grabbed it gently, staring at the pretty stone. ‘he even knows what type of metal you wear?’

you nodded. ‘he’s a genuine sweetheart sometimes, but he has his reasons for speaking to you guys the way he does,’

‘i guess,’ soap looked away. ‘ever think about having kids,’ you shoved him away from you, laughing.

#simon riley x reader #fluff #simon ghost x reader #john soap mctavish #cod mw2 #task force 141 #modern warfare ii #call of duty x reader #call of duty #no use of y/n #simon riley #ghost mw2 #slight angst at first #it gets better #mentions of death

[mamayan]

★彡 Too Bad? ☆彡

Gyomei Himejima x Fem! Reader

I dreamt of this lol

tw: NSFW • FLUFF • Fingering (F) • Thigh Fucking •

“You’re doing so well songbird,” his voice is even and soft juxtaposed to the lewd wet squelching noises and warbled moans from your lips.

It wasn’t fair.

He had you losing your mind with two fingers inside your sopping pussy alone, but he was serene as ever doing it. Aside from a light dusting of pink across his cheeks, nothing else was different from his regular expression.

You reached out, gripping onto the fabric of his haori and tugging until he leaned down for you, slotting his soft warm lips against your own. He kisses you like he wasn’t about to ruin you with another orgasm, like he didn’t plan to add a third finger and stretch you further in preparation for his cock.

You’d both been working up to it so long, and admittedly you were a little impatient.

When his tongue slips into your mouth, your gooey walls clamp down, strangling his fingers as liquid gushed and soaks his hand.

“That’s it,” he coos, curling his fingers up and prolonging the quakes which wrack your poor sweaty body, mouth opened as if electrocuted as your mind goes blank.

“‘M-Mei—,” you can hardly even pant his name, as he sweetly kisses your clammy forehead and begins to press another finger inside.

It hurts. You don’t voice it but you don’t need to, not when your finger nails nearly break skin as they dig into his forearm, your breathing labored when he finally slides it in with the other two.

You feel heavy, so full and you know his cock is even more but you want him closer.

“We can stop at any time little bird, tell me please,” you nearly cry when he tried to pull his fingers free, clamping your legs closed and halting his movements in shock.

“No Mei! I’m okay, please, I want you, I want this.”

His lips press into a line, but he relents as he pushes his fingers back in, your overly sensitive walls fluttering and constricting as you whine.

He fucks you slowly, no real force used but just pushing and pulling required a bit strength due to how tightly you clung to his fingers.

He let his knees take his weight and free his other hand, which slid up your soft waist and to your chest, where he lightly rolled and plucked your nipples, tightening them into buds before he was letting his mouth take over. Your symphony of moans only had his cock twitching in his pants, hard and leaking as he imaged just how wonderful it would feel to be fully connected with you.

Three fingers started with an ache and ended with overwhelming pleasure as you began moving your hips for more friction, feeling the knot inside you begin twisting tighter as you sink your fingers into Gyomei’s soft short locks. Your grip only tightens, chest pushing up into his mouth for more as your back arches, before you come apart. Whining and crying as your sensitivity becomes almost painful.

Gyomei can’t see it, but he can feel the mess he’s made of you, covered in your own slick and fluids, and clearly at your ropes end as you senselessly beg for what you truly wanted.

He wanted it to.

Flipping your positions easily, Gyomei slide his haori off as he began unbuckling his belt, your hands becoming impatient and knocking his away as you took over undressing him with a huff.

He chuckles, smile dripping honey as he lets you take control. “Be easy with me song bird, I’m fragile,” his teasing isn’t lost on you, the mood already lighter despite your nerves heightening.

You’d seen him shirtless before, it was nothing to toss his top, but as you opened up his pants, and helped him bring them down his thighs, you truly couldn’t help pausing.

You must’ve stared too long, or maybe you’d made a noise. “Little bird, we can stop here and now, I promise. Hey,” your cheeks are cupped, your face turned up to look at him and you realize his kind expression is all for you in this moment. “We don’t need to rush anything, I know I’m not, hmm… I know I’m not going to comfortably fit ever, but there’s no reason it should be painful for you.”

His words only filled you with a renewed sense of warmth and vigor, as you quickly pressed your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck.

He held you in his lap for a moment, savoring your lips and mouth as your tongues danced until your let your legs spread wide and core nestle against his own.

He jolted from the feeling of your hot wet core pressed against his cock, and he moaned when you sat up more and slid against him. Your folds parting for the engorged shaft pressed against them, twitching as you ground against him. He broke the kiss to groan low in his throat, his own hips bucking back against you as you continued to lubricate him with your own release.

His large palms rested against your hips, only light pressure in his grip as he lets you set whatever pace you wanted.

Apparently, the pace was trying to impale yourself like a fool.

It shocked you both silly when you’d wrapped your arms around his neck and lifted up, letting his swollen reddened tip kiss your entrance, before attempting to slam down and take him at once.

“Ha!” Your cry was not of pleasure, and even Gyomei released a hiss of pain as his hands yanked your hips back up and removed you from his cock.

Your poor cunt burned, the weight and force had taken him about a quarter inside of you, but the speed gave your body no time to relax. It felt like you’d branded yourself down there, as tears welled up in your eyes because it still stung.

“Namu Amida Butsu— tsk, my love are you alright?” He didn’t sound as hurt as you, his strong arms quick to wrap you up and pull you close.

Your little sniffle does nothing to help ease his anxiety, and the pathetic “m’okay…” isn’t reassuring either.

“We’re done. Do you need to see Shinobu? We’ll get cleaned up and go see her now—,”

“Absolutely not! I’m fine! Really, I-I want to continue!” The pain was nothing compared to the embarrassment of admitting to that woman you’d harmed yourself with your lover’s cock. “Mei, we’ve been working towards this so long, a-and I’m already sort of opened up now, so let’s just—“

“No.” You freeze, taking in the serious lines of his face, and having known him so long, you knew arguing wouldn’t sway him. Nothing would now.

“I’ll respect your decision not to see Shinobu, but we’re stopping here today. I should’ve stopped us earlier…” he trails off with regret at the end, and you’re struck with a sense of unwillingness.

“Mei, this isn’t fair, I’m always the one being pleased, you hardly let me touch you, I want to make you feel good too—,” he cuts you off.

“Too bad.”

“Mei—,” his head shakes, and he’s ready to deny you again, but a spur of the moment thought helps you shut him down before he can begin.

“What if you don’t put it inside me?” He halts, mouth open but he slowly closes it again, waiting for you to continue.

You wince as you sit up a bit, the fiery pain from earlier gone and replaced with a dull manageable ache. You swallow thickly, realizing now what you’re about to ask and becoming a bit flustered. Was it weird…? You weren’t sure, but you needed to steel yourself or he’d end the night and force you both to bed after a bath.

He’s truly a man of patience, because you couldn’t count the number of times he hadn’t finished when you’d be intimate. You wanted him to fall apart like that too, like you always do.

“We, well you, could use my…my thighs.” You felt awkward, but the tilt of his head and no immediate refute was a good sigh. His arms were crossed, and he seemed to think it over for a moment.

“Okay… but you need to promise me you’re truly alright. I’m not going to use your body when you’re hurt.” You were elated, giddy almost, because a well of pride was bubbling inside you.

“I’m a little sore, but other than that I’m fine. There’s no pain anymore.” He nods, and you realize he was no longer hard anymore. Well of course he wouldn’t be, you grimace, you’d tried to break it when you slammed down on him.

“Oh! I’m sorry…” He sighs, but the smile playing on his lips comforts you, and he encourages you back on his lap. You’re happy to return his gentle kiss as he leans down.

Gentle turns to passionate, as the earlier fumble gets dismissed as you both begin rubbing and kissing one another.

His cock is quick to harden again after feeling your soft lips and knowing you were alright. He also couldn’t help the erotic thought of using your thighs, something he was a bit ashamed not to have come up with sooner.

When he felt you grinding your core against him again, he sat up on his knees, turning you so your back was against his chest. He pulls you flush against him, actually holding up all your weight and keeping you off the futon so his cock could jut out from between your legs.

The sight was debauched, your head looking down at his enormous dick covered in your sticky arousal, resting heavy between your soft smooth thighs and dripping cunt. You couldn’t help clamping them closed, as Gyomei helped you both lay on your sides, his entire chest encompassing your smaller frame.

He’s careful not to lean too much weight onto you, as he slides one thigh under yours, and the other on top, caging your legs between his own.

“Mei…?” You glance up curiously, but his brows are furrowed in concentration as you feel him begin to apply pressure and clamp your thighs even tighter. “Oh!” You gasp, feeling his cock pressed against your core so much more like this, and his own little sigh is filled with pleasure too, as he rocks his hips a little.

The glide is easy, your copious release enough to coat him thoroughly and slide between your thighs seamlessly.

“Little bird you feel so good,” his groan sends shivers down your spine, as one arms wraps around your waist and anchors you to him, his pace picking up.

He’s fucking your thighs. Cock sliding back and forth against your pussy as warmth spreads throughout you both. He keeps gently grazing your clit with his tip, the sensitive nub sparking to life your arousal as you grind back against him, moaning with him now.

You watch it, as it pops out and disappears between you, the speed in which you see it increasing as his pants and groans do.

You look up at him again, his face even more flushed and skin sweaty as he uses you like a toy for his pleasure.

Granted a toy he made cum many, many times before.

“Do you—hah, feel good Mei?” He looks down at the sound of your voice, eyes lidded and nearly closed as he nods, “You’re so wet little bird, do you like how my cock rubs against you?”

You moan, loving how the passion rises when he’s close to his release.

The erotic noises increasing as his heavy balls slap against the soaked skin of your ass, his hips beginning to add more weight as his rhythm falters.

“Mei, m’gonna—,” you gasp, feeling him angle his hips up to rub even harder against your clit.

“Me too, cum for me—,” when his cock gets even wetter as you cry out, his thighs tense and increase the pressure as he twitches and his load shoots out.

Hot cum coats you, him, and all between your thighs and pussy as he grips you in a bear hug against him and pants. His hips rutting and humping you until every pearly drop of his cum is milked.

You go limp, this orgasm finally your limit as you nearly fall asleep despite the mess you both made.

He chuckles, kissing your cheek and hair line as he releases you to sit up.

“Do you want a bath song bird, or just to clean up and go to bed?”

“I don’t know… do you want to use my mouth next time?”

He nearly choked on his own saliva. He hasn’t thought of that either…

#fun dream lol #short Drabble #Gyomei smut #Gyomei Himejima smut #Gyomei Himejima x reader smut #Gyomei Himejima x reader #Kny Gyomei smut #kny Gyomei x reader smut #kny Gyomei #demon slayer #demon slayer smut #demon slayer Gyomei #kny Gyomei fluff

[bellezaycafe]

Get Your Shit Together

genre: I don’t know

pairing: none?

warnings: swearing

context: Sadie volunteered for the 2024 Melbourne GP during a gap year away from uni. She is 20.

comments: i don’t know what this is

Sadie had to force a deep breath through her system. The drivers were not going to like the news she had.

“Alright, listen up!” She called, feeling a bit like she was talking to a random sports club team. “The FIA has finalised the penalties and we have two drivers dropping down.”

There was a chorus of “what?”, “no!” and “fuck me,” in different languages.

“Lance Stroll, you have been given two 5-second penalties for track limits. I’m told that you were only informed about one.” Sadie tried to give him a gentle smile.

It might not have come across that way as she braced herself for the next one.

“Max Verstappen and Pierre Gasly, you were both given a 10-second penalty for overtaking under yellow flag conditions.” A small cry of outrage came from Charles Leclerc. “This was decided during your last lap and was not conveyed to your engineers in time for them to tell you.”

Max Verstappen’s face pulled into a glare of fury, while Pierre buried his face in his hands.

“What do you mean, 10-second penalty?”

Sadie hoped he didn’t explode at her during the next piece of news. She looked down at the iPad in her hands and read the standings.

“Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri and Charles Leclerc were all under ten seconds behind you, so you will now be P4.”

“What?! Are you serious?!” The world champion did explode. “Pierre overtook me and I was just taking it back!”

It had been a long weekend for Sadie. She had never been to an F1 race before, let alone volunteered at one; she knew she would be busy but she hadn’t expected to be thrust into learning the hard way at 7 am. And again at 10. Again at 2. And now again at 5:20 pm.

“I understand that, Max-“ She held up a placating hand, reining in a scathing reply.

“Obviously you don’t if you are giving me a penalty for -“

Sadie cut him off with a sharp laugh. “Who do you think I am, Verstappen? Huh?”

He stopped leaning towards her, something he hadn’t noticed himself doing.

She took advantage of his hesitation. “I am a volunteer. What power do you think I have to change this for you?” she spat.

A scowl appeared on his face as he began to lean in again. “Who do you think you’re talking to?”

Out of the corner of her eye, Sadie saw Lewis start forward. She put a hand out to stop him.

“I know who I am talking to. You are a three time world champion who will survive coming P4, just this once. You are Max Verstappen the reigning Champion, not Max Verstappen the upset child! Get your shit together!”

He stopped at that. All of the drivers did. Several looked ready to jump forward and restrain him, Lewis included.

Sadie saw the anger leave his eyes and said to everyone, “if you’re all sick of the FIA imposing these penalties just before interviews, maybe you should all say something. Together, as the drivers.”

It was Carlos who shrugged. “If something happens in the final laps, it is fair for it to reach us after the race.”

“Yea,” Lewis agreed. “But not half an hour after the checkered flag.”

All the drivers conceded that.

“I’m going to read out your standings and you’re going to stand in that spot. Do not“ -Sadie glared at Max- “complain to me, I cannot help you.”

And read them out she did. Charles had won, Oscar had come a close second and Lando an even closer third.

Max silently simmered in his P4 position and Daniel Riccardo smiled at Sadie from P5. Lewis, in P6, held a fist out for a fist bump.

The rest of the grid lined up in their order. They went out one by one and did their interviews.

Sadie sighed once they were all gone. At least, she’d thought they were all gone. Carlos Sainz, who had crashed out in lap 4, hadn’t gone out for his interviews yet.

“I don’t know if that was brave or stupid.”

Sadie jumped and shook her head. “I don’t know either and to be honest, I’m too tired to care. He was angry, I understand that, but my patience has been worn very thin.”

Carlos hummed thoughtfully as he left with a soft wave.

Sadie pulled in a deep breath. Her last job for the day was done. She’d be back in the morning to help pack down the equipment.

She needed some time to contemplate how she’d just yelled at Max fucking Verstappen.

——$——

If you want to see more of Sadie interacting with the grid, let me know! - Belle

Masterlist

#f1 #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 x oc #formula 1 #formula one #get your shit together

[codfanficedits]

Cheating Ghost, full version.

I've always posted this in the parts as I wrote them, this is the full story. This story came to mind after I've suffered childhood abuse, and now my brother is following in the footsteps of my father.

Also, happy birthday to me.

CW: Domestic Violence, mentions of sex/describing sexual acts, mentions of rape.

18+ MDNI.

Ghost POV:

My hands on her hips, my lips leaving hickeys on her neck, my hard cock against her stomach. It all felt so right. Expect she wasn’t you. She was better than you, sexier, hotter, willing to try all the positions you wouldn’t do. She looked at me with the most hypnotizing eyes when I called her a good girl, those same eyes sparked when I called her my filthy slut. She was everything you couldn’t be for me. The first few times I felt incredibly guilty, I would spent minutes watching over you when you slept, cursing myself for being so weak, but as time passed, my heart stopped aching. Instead your flaws were showing even more. I knew you too well for you to be ever exciting again, I knew the way your lips tasted, the way your body felt on mine, I could predict your every move.

It took me 2 extra days to come home to you again. I had been dreading the moment, waiting until the very last moment to come home. Her smell still wrapped around my body as I set foot into our bedroom.

YOUR POV:

You and Ghost have been together for three years. You moved across the country for him, 10 days after you met him. You had been at his side ever since. You were there after the good missions, the bad missions and the failed mission. You were there to kiss his bruises, to hold him while he cried about a fallen teammate, you were there to celebrate every success he had in his career.

But lately things had changed. His mission taking longer than you were used to, him being more distant, no longer sharing the details of a mission with you. The first few weeks you tried to ignored it, thought it was because of a bad mission, but after a while you couldn’t ignore it anymore. Something was going on. Ghost was away on a mission when you received a text from one of his teammates, telling you he had seen Ghost leave with another woman. It left your heart shattered. You wouldn’t believe it at first, Ghost would never do this to you. But you knew it would fit, it was the missing piece of information to tie all of his odd behaviour together. You tried to ignore it at first, until the place you used to call home, was no longer appealing to return to. You could hear him set foot into the bedroom. You waited, pretending to sleep so you wouldn’t have to face him. He just stood there, as if he was waiting for you to make the first move. “Hey..” You said, making your voice sound hoarse. “How long have you been standing there?” You ask him.

“I was just admiring the view.” He answered. The fucking liar. You kick back the blankets and pat on the bed. “Come here, I’ve missed you.”

He starts to undress, and you pretend you don’t see the hickeys on his happy trail. Looking at it makes me feel sick. He slides in to bed with me, and you can feel the distance. “How was the mission?” You ask, your fingertips caressing his jawline, like you always do. “Oh you know, same old, same old.” He tells you. You can smell her on him, her perfume smells floral and expensive. He didn’t even have the respect for you to at least take a shower before coming home to you. You roll over to your other side, “let’s go to sleep, you must be tired, baby.” You say.

He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close and kissing your neck. Her perfume invading your bed, his erection pressed against you. “How about we have some fun first, hm?”

 You don’t know what makes you feel sicker. “I’m really tired, sorry.” You say, being too disgusted to even feel horny.

“Fine.” His voice got cold and he rolled away from you, refusing to touch you. Fine.

Your mind was racing, trying to make up a good excuse for him, it was trying to diffuse the situation. Surely there must be a logical explanation? He had fallen asleep next to you, you were wondering how he even could sleep at night. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe he.. Maybe he.. But your mind couldn’t come up with a good reason, it was way to easy to connect the dots. But you needed to know for sure.

You saw the screen of his phone light up. Bingo.

Careful to not wake him, you got up from bed, slowly taking his phone from the nightstand, trying to not make a sound. You snuck his phone into the bathroom, you tried to unlock it, his passcode was your birthday for ages. Access denied. You frown, maybe you made a mistake typing it. You try again, this time even more careful. Access denied.        

Fuck.

You decided to type his own birthday, maybe he just happened to change it? It worked. As you scrolled through the messages you couldn’t really find anything. Soap sending him some memes. Captain Price reacting with two thumbs on everything Ghost send him. Gaz sending him pictures of food. Even their group chat was innocent.

You scrolled through everything. Until you found a hidden folder with pictures. Your eyes widened by the view. The pictures started looking innocent. Just some nudes, nothing too special. You could live with this.

Then they became more graphic. She was sitting on her knees, her tongue stuck out, semen on her face. You guess whose it was. You swiped again. It was her again, lying on a bed, looking at the camera with her hungry eyes.

A video. Against your better judgement you click on it. Your heart drops when you do so. He was fucking her like there was no tomorrow. She was on all fours, her face down, her ass up. You could tell by his pace that he was about to cum.

She helped it put it in again when it slipped out of her. It made you sick to your stomach. Yet you can’t stop watching. You’re torturing yourself. You can see his thick semen being shot on her back. You could imagine him grunting while he did so. You watch it again, pressing the volume button once. The sounds made you sick to your stomach, but your eyes were glued to the screen. The grunting was as you imagined, they were dancing with her moans. His voice cracked when he called her beautiful and you could feel your heart shatter.

A large hand slaps the phone out of your hand. “Do you always snoop through phones that aren’t yours?” A deep voice growled.

“Simon, what the fuck is this?” You ask. “What the FUCK is this?’ You yell at him.

“Oh come on, it’s nothing big.” He answered. “I’ve always been there for you!” You start to raise your voice again. “With every mission, good or bad. I have ALWAYS been by your side.”

His hand grabs your wrist. “Are you going to fucking behave?” He hisses in your ear. “Quit being a fucking drama queen.”

“Why? How could you?” Your voice sound defeated. He laughs at you. “Oh come on. You became boring. I can tell how you react at everything. It’s no longer exciting or new anymore.” He scoffs. He takes a step towards you. “Did you really think I loved you? Jezus Christ, you’re so fucking naïve.”

His words cut through you like knifes. Part of you wanted to change for him, be a more exciting person, anything so he wouldn’t leave you. But you weren’t stupid. You knew there was no coming back from this.

“I need you to get the fuck out of here.” You hissed. “Go sleep at Price or something.”

It was his laugh that sent the shivers down your spine. “I have to get out of here? Do I need to remind you this is my house? Take the few fucking things you own and get out before I kick you out.”

With tears in your eyes you grabbed your bag. You stuffed it with some clothes, your phone, your laptop and your wallet. He is right behind you when you walked out. Not saying a word to you. When you turned around to beg him to let you stay, his cold eyes told you enough. He slammed the door in your face. Leaving you all alone.

Ghost POV:

Of course I didn’t want it to end like this. She was always the safe option, but at least something was better than nothing.

I grab my phone, calling the girl I had been fucking for the past few months. A frustrated grunt leaves my throat when she doesn’t pick up. So I call again, and again until she finally picks up.

“What the fuck do you want?” She hisses at me. “It’s fucking 4 in the morning.” I let out an amused chuckle. I loved it when she was so feisty. “My girlfriend is gone for the night, and I don’t expect her home until noon. Care to come around?” I asked her. It’s quiet at the other side of the line and it is making me feel rejected. I hate that fucking feeling. “Well?” I ask, trying to hide the annoyance in my tone.

“You have a girlfriend?” The woman on the other side hissed. “You’re such a fucking pathetic man.”

I was taken aback by her reaction, where did she get the nerve to trat me like this? After all, she was nothing more than my toy. A toy I used to pass the time, but she didn’t let me answer her, her angry rant going on. “You’re a horrible, horrible man, if I had known you had a girl waiting for you, I would’ve never let you touch me.” She continued. “Lose the number, you fucking asshole.”

She hung up on me. The fucking bitch had the audacity to hang up on me? I scoffed. I didn’t need a stupid fucking toy anyway. I had you to come back to. After all, you always came back to me, no matter how much I fucked up.

I sat down on the couch, my fingers lingering over the screen of my phone. Fuck it.

“When are you coming home?” I texted you.

5 minutes. Five whole minutes had passed and you still didn’t text me back. Usually you’d text me back within seconds, like a fucking needy dog.

“Listen, I’m sorry you feel this way. I can change. I promise” I texted you again.

8 minutes. It had been eight minutes since my first text, and you didn’t hadn’t sent me anything back. It caused me to pace around my living room like a caged animal.

“Please come home, I miss you.” I texted, once more. It started to irritate me that you didn’t answer, but I couldn’t let you know.

14 minutes. The anger was getting to me. What the fuck were you doing? It was 4:28AM. You couldn’t possibly be doing something useful.

“Get your fucking ass home.”

???? POV:

He had known Ghost was a cheater, but he always tried to ignore it. Until he met you. God, you were gorgeous. It pained him that you only had eyes for Ghost. He fell in love with you the first time he met you. The way you walked, talked, your smile. Your beauty was out of this world.

But of course you were in love with Ghost. Ghost was everything he wasn’t. Mysterious, handsome, tall, confident, a deep, hoarse voice. So he hid in the shadows. He wanted you to be happy, even if it wasn’t with him.

But the guilt began to eat at him when Ghost started cheating on you, bringing some blondie back to the base after a mission. Her loud moans filling the empty halls. He couldn’t ignore it anymore after Ghost had brought back the second girl, but he was to afraid to tell you. It took him two more years to finally find the courage to tell you. He couldn’t even do it face to face. No, he texted you, like a coward.

But he had finally told you and that is what mattered.

He started to hate Ghost for this. The idiot had the most precious woman in the world and he tossed it out of the window for a little thrill.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw your text. You’d gone through his phone, and now he had kicked you out?

Damn.

A feeling of guilt washed over him, if he hadn’t told you, you’d be safe and sound in your bed, not wandering the streets at 4 in the morning.

He texted you his address, offering you a place to come to if you were lonely.

Your POV:

You felt alone. So god damn alone. You’d left everything, everyone behind to move in with Simon.

There was nothing you wanted more than to get back to Simon, to feels his strong arms around you again, but you weren’t stupid. You knew those arms would never feel like home again. You knew you’d never trust him again. The common sense in your body told you, you were worth too much to worry about him, but the love you felt for him tried to prove your common sense wrong, still. You could change for him, right? You could try to be less boring, to be less predictable.

A nearby bench in the park became your new place to stay, just so you could gather your thoughts. The bag you’d been carrying with you got dropped on the ground. A big sigh followed. How does one even go from here? Back to Simon was not an option, you refused to be his second choice.

Your phone buzzed. It was Simon, asking you when you would come home. Your heart skipped a beat. He still cared about you. Of course he did, otherwise he wouldn’t be texting you! You’re trying to convince yourself, but it’s not working. Something is different. For once, your love ending didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

You fidget with your phone, ignoring the messages that come rolling in. You pressed the phone against your lips, your mind working overtime. What was it that you wanted?

After what seemed like forever you make a decision. You don’t want to be alone, not right now, so you decide to text him. Not Simon, no, he wasn’t worthy of your presence. You text the person who tipped you, after all, he had always told you he would be there for you if you needed him. It takes every ounce of your selfcontrol to not text him the whole story, so you give him a short update. 3,5 minutes. That’s how long it took for him to answer you. It’s just his address, and you take it as an invite that you’re welcome. As you open the navigation on your phone, it shows you that it is just a ten minute walk. Perfect for you to clear your head, so you wouldn’t be all in your feelings when you got to him.

It's 5:25 AM and the sun is starting to rise again. For a moment the world doesn’t seem so bad after all.

Your hands shake as you ring the doorbell. The door swings open almost immediately.

Johnny.

Ghost POV:

I was starting to lose it. You’d come online, but you didn’t read my texts? How dare you? Where the fuck do you think you have the audacity from to ignore me?

I texted you again.

“At least have some fucking respect and answer me.”

An uneasy feeling starts to linger in my stomach, causing me to pace around the living room. What if you really did decide to leave this time? No, you wouldn’t. I was sure of that. But then why didn’t you answer me?

No it shouldn’t bother me this much. I can just go to the bar and pick up a better version of you, a prettier one, a more adventurous one. Then you did the thought of you leaving me sting so much?

I lose my temper, and an empty teacup flings across the room, against the wall. The brown liquid dripping down.

A few deep breaths and I should be okay again. Wrong.

The uneasy feeling in my chest stays and there is nothing that I can do against it. Why would you do this to me? Why did you have to make things so hard? Why couldn’t you just come home when I asked you to?

God, you’re being a pain in my ass right now. Making such a fuss, and for what? Because I had a little fun? That was your fault really, you had always been a little boring, why couldn’t you just be a little spicier in life.

And now your behaviour is making me feel bad? I don’t think so. I sent you a final text.

“You’re gonna get it when you get home.”

Soap POV:

He was waiting in the living room for her, nearly falling over his own feet as he made his way to the front door. The sight of you standing there, with your broken heart is the hardest thing he had to watch.

‘Even in her agony, God is jealous of her beauty.’ Soap pushed that thought away, he wasn’t here to hit on you, he was here to be the friend you needed. He stepped aside to let you in. “It’s not much, but it’s safe.” He said, gesturing around his living room. It was clear a single man lived here, the pizza box from last night still on the table, his dirty socks and shoes next to the couch. A sheepish smile on his face, hoping that you wouldn’t judge him too much.

He was mesmerized by your eyes, but he could see the sadness, the hurt in them, and it made his heart ache.

He signalled for you to sit on the couch, handing you a beer, his own in his hand, as he took place in his recliner, wanting to keep a distance. There was a silence between the two of you, but to him it didn’t feel awkward at all. It felt like coming safe home after a long, stressful day.

He glanced over at you. You looked so fragile on his couch, a large pillow being used as a shield, as your gaze met his. A nervous smile.

Your phone buzzed, and he could see it was from Ghost, his eyes narrowing as he read the text. “At least have some fucking respect and answer me.”

But you were strong and you didn’t pay any mind to his text, you tossed the phone next to you and met his gaze once more.

Then the words started to pour out, and you told him everything. How you couldn’t believe it at first, how you finally started to connect the dots. How Ghost dared to come home smelling like another woman, the video you had watched. He took an occasional sip from his beer every now and then.

With every full sentence he could see your mind working overtime, telling you to not go back to that relationship anymore. It made his heart beat faster in his chest.

As if it’s natural the conversation shifts to a lighter one, as if you want to leave Ghost and the darkness that he brings with him in the past, and Soap was happy to oblige.

You tell him about your job, your hobbies, your favourite crystals and he takes in all the information as if it is the most important thing he has ever heard.

Your phone buzzed again and the both of you look at it at the same time.

“You’re gonna get it when you get home.”

Those words made Soap’s stomach drop, he had always known that Ghost had a temper, a bad one, but even this felt low for Ghost. He looked over at you, expecting to see fear in your face, but instead you just laughed. As if you were freed from the chackles Ghost had put on you.

“Shit.” Your voice sounded like giggle. “I should really put him in his place for speaking to me in this tone.”

‘God, her laugh could light up a room without trying.’

No stop, he shouldn’t think like that.

Maybe it was the beer talking, maybe it was the lack of common sense from the whole situation, but he had an idea. An idea that would put Ghost in his place.

“Come with me.” Soap told you, as he made him way to his bedroom. It was surprisingly tidy compared to his living room. Sure, the bed wasn’t made, and his backpack was casually tossed into the corner, and now that he looked around, his nightstand were a mess too. But the dirty socks were limited to the bathroom only and that was something.

“I need you to trust me, I’m not a pervert, I promise.” Soap was rambling, a treat he had when he got nervous. He swallowed some air before he started explaining. “I need you to get on my bed on all fours, I promise I won’t look okay.” The rambling continued.

You didn’t even question it, you just did what he asked you to do. He took a step closer to your ass, his breathing getting hard to control. “Look at the wall.” He muttered. The shadow being rather, suggestive.

‘Life was an artist and you were the fucking masterpiece.’

He couldn’t help but look down at you, the sight of you presenting yourself like this, God it got him hard, the blood going straight to his growing erection. He dug his nails into the palm of his hand, he had to contain himself.

You handed him your phone, allowing him to take a picture. If he didn’t know any better the shadow suggested he was actually fucking you. The thought of how tight you would be, how good you would take it, it was flooding his mind. Shit shit shit. He needed to stop.

He handed you your phone back, stepping aside, it would drive him insane if he kept looking at your ass.

Soap looked over your shoulder as you sent Ghost the picture. A grin on your face when you started to type.

‘Sorry, I was busy.’

Ghost POV:

It has been more than a fucking hour since I’ve sent my last text, and yet you lack the fucking respect to answer me. You’re a fucking worthless waste of air.

I look over at the table when my phone buzzed. “Sorry, I was busy?” I repeat your text to myself. My fingers are quick to open the picture you sent me.

My phone buzzed. A text from you.

No, no, no, no, NO.

I could feel my stomach drop from that picture. You’re a fucking disgusting slut and you know it. How the fuck dare you? After all we’ve been together you’re throwing us away like this? How fucking dare you?

My anger gets the best of me. I want you to be hurt. I want to take away the things you like. I want to see you cry, beg me for the mercy you don’t deserve.

In a blind rage I pull out the cutlery drawer in the kitchen, I was looking for some scissors but couldn’t find them, so I took our kitchen knife. The fucking stuffed animal I had won for you at the fair was the first to go. God it felt so good to take my anger out on something. Besides, who the fuck has a stuffed unicorn?

The rest of your clothes became my second target, a maniacal laugh leaving my throat as I could hear the fabric rip under the force of my knife. Shit it felt good, too good even. For a second I would imagine you there instead of your clothes and the rage would leave my body, but it’s temporary, I want to destroy you.

If I can’t have you, no one should have you.

My hands tremble when I look at the picture again. My eyes widen when I recognize the room, I recognize his fucking backpack, the idiotic sunglasses on his fucking nightstand.

God fucking damn.

My best fucking friend. The fucking son of a bitch.

Where the fuck did the two of you get the fucking nerve to betray me like this?

Granted, Soap had been more distance towards me since I’ve started to cheat on you, but he never had a problem with it during my last relationship. This must’ve been his idea. Letting you catch me cheating, so I’m the bad guy, while you’re getting your pussy pounded by that fucking traitor.

I’m angry, furious even. Part of me wants to take the knife and stab the both of you, watching as the life leaves your eyes. I can feel the rage boil inside of me.

A sudden wave of relief washes over me. I know what I have to do.

I leave the knife in our matrass, I don’t even grab my jacket. I know the way to his house, it’s a short walk and I know what I’ll find when I get there. You all loveydovey in his arms, as the goddamn slut that you are.

The walk there pisses me off even more, it gives me the time to think about you, about that fucking traitor of a man I used to call a friend.

My fists bang on the door. “Soap! I know you’re in there with this filthy whore.” My voice is a mere bark.

“Be a fucking man and face me.”

Your POV:

You had nearly forgotten about Simon. Not really obviously, you knew you still had to face him one day. Half of your belongings were still at that house. But for now, for now you could forget him. Soap’s bedroom was filled with laughter, you had more in common than you thought, memories, hobbies, even the same dishes you liked.

Although he liked olives, and the mere thought of them was enough to make you shudder.

Soap was in the middle of a story about Captain Price, something about his hidden porn stash when three loud bangs made the both of you quiet. It was unmistaken who’s voice it was. It felt as if a hand had reached out to your throat, squeezing it shit. Your eyes pleaded to Soap, begging him to stay in his bedroom with you. Surely Simon would leave, right? Right?

The banging got louder, more violent, his profanities carrying out over the street. All you wanted was for the ground to break open and swallow you whole.

“I have to face him.”

“What? No Johnny that’s ridiculous.”

“He won’t leave, I can just explain what happened. I’ll tell him you don’t want to see him.”

“But he sounds dangerous.”

“I’ve known him for years, lass. I’ll be fine.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

You couldn’t ignore the knot in your stomach, the horrible feeling as if something was bound to happen, Soap had closed the door behind him, as if he wanted to shield you from what was about to happen. You hid away in the corner, your knees brought up to your chest, as if you wanted to make yourself as tiny as possible.

You could hear the door open. Soap’s voice was the first to be heard. “Hey man, I know this looks ba-“ His sentence got cut short.

Something was happening, but you couldn’t make out what it was. The closed door muffled the sounds to much.

Yet the sounds of a person falling was clear to you. A man begging another man to stop, the faint sound of fists hitting their target.

Your bag.

It was still on the couch, you knew it was there, all you could do was to pray that Simon didn’t find it.

Your mind was racing, where had you put your phone? You knew it was in this room, somewhere, you had used it to text him that picture.

Oh god, why did you do that?

This was all happening because you just had to be petty. Johnny was getting murdered and you were having a pity party. Selfish bitch.

You had to find that fucking phone. Call someone. Call the police even.

But you were too scared. Afraid that if you were to move, Simon would hear you and come for you.

The sounds of footsteps on the stairs snapped you out of it. You wanted it to be Soap, you really did, but you knew it was Simon. “I know you’re in there you fucking filthy slut!”

You pressed yourself against the wall, hoping that you could blend in, maybe disappear while you’re at it.

The bedroom door swings open, and the man before you is no longer the man you once loved. His eyes are wide, his nostrils flared, a predator looking at his prey.

You can hear the soft groans coming from downstairs. You want to escape, you want to leave, but your body betrays you.

“Simon, I, I, I.” You start to stutter. His hands grab a handful of hair, forcing you to look up at him.

“You really thought you were smart, huh?” He hisses through his gritted teeth. He lets go of your hair, and for a second you think you can breathe. That was a mistake.

His right fist hits you, then his left, right, left, right, left, right. Until you start to lose count.

You hold up your arms to defend yourself, but it’s useless. He is trained to do this, and you’re his target.  

You start to beg him, beg him for your life, but you can tell he is enjoying this, your tears, the fear in your eyes, it is nothing but fuel to his anger.

His hands grab your hair again, dragging you towards the bed. You’re too stunned, too terrified to even react.

The sound of his zipper going down makes your eye widen in fear. “I’ll show you who the fuck you belong to.” He hisses at you.

It is Soap who stumbles into the room that make the both of you look up. God. He looks horrible, he looks as if he was dragged through hell and back. The pain is visible in his eyes, the blood on his face, the red marks on his body.

A broken promise.

Ghost let’s out an annoyed grunt. “I’ll take care of our little problem.” He whispers into your ear. His voice, the tone, the words, it sends shivers down your spine. The sound of his zipper going back up is a blessing and a curse.

You’re safe, for now.

You can only watch in horror when you can see Ghost make his way over to Soap. You want to react. Your mind is screaming at you to do something. But your body can’t.

It seemed as if time was slowing down. The sunset slowing illuminating the room you’re in. The tension in the thick air. It looks like a horrible nightmare, one you wish to wake up from.

You’re held captive by your own body and mind. No control over what you’re thinking or doing, it makes you feel helpless.

Deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths. Snap out of that freeze response, no more freezing. You need to fight or you need to get out. Go. Go. Go.

Your body handles on it’s own, despite the pain you’re in, you manage to get up, stumbling over your own feet.

Get out or fight.

It’s the gunshot that follows next, that puts you into freeze again.

Your POV:

Ghost looked at his hands, he was visibly confused by the blood on them. His blood?

Your hands are shaking, your mind goes back to a date you and Ghost went on 2,5 years ago.

It was a sunny day, and he was so excited to take you there. He had been talking about it for a few weeks and you finally decided to give in.

Who would have thought a silly little date to a shooting range would save your life one day?

Not you, not Ghost.

You had spotted the gun in Soap’s backpack, the will to survive took over, your body snapping out of your freeze mode before your mind was able to.

“That’s a good lass.” A Scottish accent broke the silence.

Ghost dropped to his knees, his hands pressing on the gunshot wound. So much was happening at once, yet you tried to take control over the situation once again. Your hands tremble as you load another bullet into the chamber.

“Stay down or I’ll fucking shoot again.” Oh how you try to be confident, but the words are a mere whisper as the tears start to roll down your cheek. You try not to choke on your shallow breaths.

The tension in the air is horrible. You can tell Soap is holding on for dear life, not knowing how to continue. You can tell that Ghost is defeated, as if the shot held a mirror in front of him, he was no better than his father and he knew it.

And you, standing there. Holding on to that pistol for dear life, your knuckles white from the tight grip.

A few loud bangs, a loud voice, a small army of police men joining you in the room, the rest of the day a blur.

You didn’t exactly look innocent, holding a loaded weapon, pointing it to an already wounded man.

And God, for the first time you felt lucky. You could show the texts he had sent you, the way he had torn up the place you used to call home, you had only shot him once, and it was a non-lethal shot.. It all ruled in your favour, the judges ruled it self-defence.

Ghost on the other hand didn’t get as lucky, all the evidence pointed in his direction, even after you’d shot him.

Although the sentence he got was a joke.

Sixty days.

He would spent two months in jail for traumatizing you, for harming you, for destroying what belonged to you, for harming Soap, for making your home feel unsafe.

Just sixty days.

But, for sixty whole days you felt safe. You knew he wouldn’t be lurking around the corner, you knew that for sixty whole days you could breathe again.

Ghost POV:

I lost it all. And for what? For a little toy, for a little smile, for a little weak moment. Sixty goddamn days of my life.

It wasn’t even worth it. It made me lose the job I worked so hard for. Price didn’t want to hear shit after I got my sentence. I tried to explain how it wasn’t really my fault. After all, you and Soap had planned this. No matter how innocent you tried to act in court. I knew what had happened.

I really tried to live with my anger. I had to go to therapy, but that was a waste of my fucking time. I have one little outburst and all of the sudden I am the problem?

I had to sell the house, because of you. Everything reminded me of you, at night I thought I saw you stand in the doorway, I swear I could hear your footsteps, your laugh, your voice. But you were never there. It haunted me, you know that? So I sold it, bought another house. Tried to forget about you. The money I had made during my time in the military, it lasted me a long time. I didn’t have to work, no I could drown my sorrows in liquor and hookers. The funny thing was, money doesn’t last, just like we didn’t.

And I really tried. I tried to get new jobs, but they would never last. God, people are morons and I just cannot deal with them. Do you know how hard it is to keep your house when you’re not able to keep a goddamn job? And furthermore, do you know how hard it is to keep a relationship when you’re not able to hold a job, when the bills are stacking up?

God, and even if I could hold a job, I’m not able to keep a relationship, I keep searching for a piece of you. Even when they’re a perfect match, they’re still not you.

I hate myself for letting you go, I crave how predictable you were, I crave your touch, your voice, you.

Yet at the same time, I am so angry at you for taking everything from me. I deserve better than this. You took everything I worked so hard for.

The anger is tucked away, for now. It reappears whenever I hit the bottle. Everything I’ve been holding in comes out then. It’s not a pretty sight when I get my shit together again, it makes me feel ashamed.

Your little action has made me unable to look into the mirror. I see my fathers eyes whenever my eyes linger to long on the man I see in the mirror. I became what I hated the most and I can only blame you for it.

I even tried to make up with the last woman, the one you found the video of. I went to her house, tried to explain myself. I even apologised for calling her my toy. She had the audacity to laugh at me. She told me to fuck right off. Hell, she even pulled her girlfriend to her side when I asked for a second chance. It left me broken. Not even my back up wanted me anymore.

Lately I’ve been wandering the streets, as a soul without a purpose. I avoid the large windows, I cannot stand to see my reflection in them, the shell of the man I was supposed to be. I had such a good life ahead of me, but it was all ruined. My days are filled with sorrow and time is slipping through my fingers.

It is a good day, a beautiful day, so I decide to go to the park, maybe it would ease my mind, before I would go home and get drunk again. I wander around in the park, aimlessly, the sun on my skin is a nice feeling, it beats the feeling of feeling sorry for myself.

My heart skips a beat when I see you. You’re standing close to the water, and I can’t tell what you’re saying to the man in front of you, but you look happy. The clothes you’re wearing fit your body perfectly, and truth be told, you look better than you’ve ever looked before.

God I miss you. I miss you so goddamn much. I start to make my way over to you, I want to talk to you, maybe there is a new chance for us to be together. The guy you’re with can suck it, I can show you what you deserve.

My blood runs cold when I see the man in front of you go down on one knee.

No.

Your POV:

You never stepped foot into that house again, you tried, but the tea stained wall was enough for you to back down. All your belongings you had left behind were things you could replace.

But that wasn’t your biggest worry. Soap had risked his life for you, and for what? Because you needed to prove a point to Simon? You felt so, so, so goddamn guilty. Luckly for the both of you, Soap ‘only’ had two broken ribs, a black eye and a few other bruises. You both knew it could have ended different.

Soap was a kind soul, and you knew it. He offered you a place to stay when you couldn’t go back to the place you once called home. He insisted on taking the couch, even with his injuries. He insisted that you were the one who deserved to sleep in his bed after everything you had been through.

In return you made him breakfast every day. The man was a sucker for fresh pancakes, scrambled eggs, bacon, maple syrup. All of them together, or just one of those things. It didn’t matter to him, as long as it was something you had cooked, this man was content.

What started as just breakfast, quickly became dinner too, lunch followed shortly  after. Although Soap slept on the couch, he wouldn’t hesitate to come running up the stairs when he could hear you having a nightmare, eventually you’d start having flashbacks of that morning. The events repeating themselves in your mind time after time, leaving you frozen in place.

Soap was there for you, no questions asked. He was on medical leave anyway, and he wanted to care for you, protect you. He would always be there when the nightmares or flashbacks started. Holding you, grounding you, bringing you back into reality every time.

After one particular flashback the two of you stayed on the couch, even though it was late at night. You didn’t dare to go to sleep, worried that the nightmares would keep you up again, and Soap wasn’t going to let you out of his sight.

The next thing you knew was that you woke up with him in your arms. His head resting on your shoulder as you held him tight. The best part of it all? It never felt awkward. When he finally woke up he had a boyish grin on his face.

“Best night of sleep I’ve had in a while.” He told you, before he gave you some space again. “How about I make you some pancakes this time?”

You had always thought that Ghost made you feel at home, but Soap.. Holy shit, Soap was something else. When the night fell that day and it was time to go to bed you held your hand out to him, he didn’t have to sleep on the couch anymore. Not if it was up to you anyway.

You could tell he was hesitant to take your hand. “I want you to, no, I need you to know you don’t have to do this to pay me back in any way, shape or form.” He began. You shushed him. This wasn’t about paying him back, this was about the feeling that had began to grow inside your heart.

He responded with a simple kiss on your nose. A token of appreciation.

It was the start of something beautiful, Soap was so much kinder than Ghost had ever been to you. Because it was Soap who woke you up with a thousand and one kisses on every inch of skin he could get his hands on, it was Soap who made sure you were always comfortable, no matter where you were or what you were doing. It was Soap who made sure you would at least get a text every day when he was on a mission, it was Soap who hid little love notes around the house when he was away.

Soap brought you stones from the missions he had been on, always proudly telling you how he picked the prettiest rocks, just for you. Even when he was away on missions, he always made sure you never, ever felt lonely.

He had just come home after he went to a little bakery to get you both breakfast, so you could sleep in.

“I saw some ducklings in the park when I walked back.” He told you, before he took a bite of his croissant.

“Really?” Your voice is filled with excitement. “Can we check them out after breakfast?”

“Only if I get a kiss first.”

“Deal!”

“Ah shoot, I should’ve asked for more.” The Scot pouted while he stole your last piece of pastry.

“Hey! That was mine.”

“Sorry lass, boyfriend tax.” He grinned as he swallowed the stolen bite.

“Now.” A devilish grin formed on his lips. “You still owe me a kiss.”

A laugh escapes your lips before he kisses you, his strong arms wrapped around you, as your hands rest on his waist. “That was worth all the ducklings in the world.” He whispers to you as he presses a quick kiss on your forehead.

“Come little lass, before those ducklings are fully grown ducks.”

He doesn’t let go off your hand for the whole walk to the park, the two of you walk in silence, and it’s nice. His presence is enough for you, and you are enough for him.

You look around the little pond to see a glimpse of the promised ducklings, but they are nowhere to be seen. You have your back turned to him, as your eyes scan the area.

“They’re gone.” Your voice sounds disappointed. “Well damn it, I want that kiss back Jo-“ Your breath hitches in your throat when you turn around to face him.

There he is, on one knee in front of you, a little black box in his hand.

“Will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?”

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change in a heartbeat ~ billy butcher;the boys

word count: 2523

request?: no

description: billy butcher is many things, namely an idiot, and he showcases that best after he finds out his girlfriend is pregnant

pairing: billy butcher x female!reader

warnings: swearing, angsty angst, mentions of abortions, use of y/n, pregnancy stuff, butcher being an idiot which like what else is new y’know?

masterlist (one, two, three)

I knew I was pregnant before the test came back positive. I never believed when women said that because it just seemed improbable, but I definitely knew. Besides noticing I had missed my period, I just felt off in a way I couldn’t describe. I guess I had to know, otherwise I wouldn’t have taken the test. And there it was, the two lines confirming my suspicions.

I always thought I’d be scared to get a positive result on a pregnancy test. I never thought I was ready to have a kid. But in that moment, I was overcome with joy. Sure, the thought of pregnancy and childbirth was still terrifying, but I was actually excited about having a baby; I was happy to be carrying Billy’s baby.

I knew he was coming over the day I took the pregnancy test. I had timed it so I could tell him the second he walked through the door. There was no way I would’ve been able to keep this to myself for long, and I knew it was something I had to tell him in person. The second I heard him opening the front door to my place, I was throwing myself into his arms, nearly knocking him over.

“Alright, what’s this then?” Billy chuckled.

“I have some news,” I told him. “Very good news, I think.”

“What is it then, love?”

I pulled the pregnancy test from my back pocket and presented it to Billy. I watched as his eyes looked over the plastic stick. My excitement started to turn to dread as I watched the amused look on Billy’s face disappear.

“Is this a bloody joke?” he asked.

I flinched at his harsh tone. That definitely was not the reaction I was expecting. “No, it’s real. I have another one in the bathroom if you want to watch me use it as proof.”

I was trying to make a joke to lighten the mood, but Billy’s face didn’t change.

“This is good news?” he asked, holding up the pregnancy test.

“It...is?” I definitely didn’t sound as certain as I had felt moments ago. “I thought so anyways. I thought...I thought you’d be happy, too.”

“Why the fuck would I be happy about a baby I don’t fucking want?”

His words cut through my chest like a knife. I took a step away from Billy. I felt tears welling in my eyes, but I tried to hold them back.

“Maybe I thought you loved me enough to want to have a child with me,” I countered.

Billy scoffed. “Oh, come off it (Y/N). This isn’t about how much I love ya. It’s about the fact that I don’t want kids, no matter who they’re with.”

“Well, I’m pregnant and it’s yours. So what are we going to do about this?”

I was hoping he’d say that I was right and he wanted our baby. I wanted him to apologize, and maybe even drop to his knees and kiss my belly to be a bit cliche. I wanted him to just accept this baby, that was it.

Instead, he asked, “Would you get an abortion?”

The dam finally broke and tears started to run down my cheeks. I snatched the pregnancy test back from Billy and held it so tightly that my nails and the plastic were digging into the palm of my hand.

“I think you should leave,” I told him, trying hard to keep my voice even.

“(Y/N) - ”

“No,” I cut him off. “You’ve made your decision and I’ve made mine. I want you out of my fucking house, now.”

“If you are going to get an abortion, I want to come with you.”

I shook my head. “I’d rather you not. In fact, I’d rather not see you at all.”

Billy nodded. I saw some hurt on his face, and I was glad I did. I hoped my words hurt him just as bad as his hurt me. Without another word, Billy went back out the door. Once it closed behind him, I sunk to the floor and let myself sob. I realized I was still holding the pregnancy test, so I tossed it as far away from me as I could.

Stupid fucking piece of plastic.

~~~~~~

Butcher’s POV

I looked down at my phone for the fifth time in about 20 minutes. I don’t know why I was still hoping to hear from (Y/N) after our last encounter. It had been days, nearly a week, and neither of us had spoken to the other. Not that I expected (Y/N) to be the one to break the silence.

“You still with us, Butcher?” MM asked. To say he sounded frustrated would be an understatement. I couldn’t blame him since this was the third or fourth time I had completely zoned out while he was explaining our plan.

“Yeah,” I lied.

They all knew it was a lie, but they weren’t going to call me out on it at this point.

MM started talking again, but it immediately became background noise to me. My hand inched closer to my phone again. I couldn’t stop myself. Even knowing it had been mere seconds since I checked last, I had to see if there was any messages.

There wasn’t.

“Butcher!”

“Fuck off, mate!” I snapped back. “Jesus Christ, can’t a man just check his phone?!”

They were all looking at me and it pissed me off. I wanted to punch all of them in their stupid fucking faces - except maybe Kimiko. She’d probably rip my arm off before I even touched her.

“What’s going on, man?” Hughie asked. “You’ve been irritable for days now.”

Damn that kid for being so perceptive, and for caring enough to ask.

“It’s nothing.”

“Is it about (Y/N)?” Hughie asked. “You haven’t mentioned her or brought her around in days.”

“I said it’s fuckin’ nothing!”

They all shared a look. MM asked, “What happened, man? Is she okay?”

My hands curled into fists. I took a deep breath in to try and calm myself. I may as well be honest with them if I was going to be snapping at them. “She’s pregnant.”

They were silent. Unsure looks crossed their faces, but once again, Hughie was the first to speak, “That’s...great. Isn’t it?”

“It would’ve been if I hadn’t told her to get rid of the baby.”

A chorus of “what?!”s rang out through the room.

“I thought you loved (Y/N), no?” Frenchie asked. “Would that not mean you should be happy that she is having your baby?”

“It is your baby...right?” Hughie added.

I restrained myself from snapping at him. Given Becca’s circumstances, it wasn’t a bad question. “Yes, it is, but this life I lead is not one for a baby. You should know that best, MM.”

“It’s hard to do what we do and have a kid, sure,” MM agreed. “I worry about Janine every second I’m not with her, but that’s how I was before we started chasing Supes. That’s called parenting, Butcher.”

“This is different, and you know it.”

MM raised an eyebrow at me. Christ, I hated that fucking face; like he could see right through into my head and read my every thought. I hated the lot of them for knowing so much. For caring. Everything was easier when I didn’t have so many people who were actually level headed and caring.

“Butcher, I say this with the utmost respect: you are a stupid motherfucker,” MM said. “I know what your concerns are, and I’m not saying that they’re not valid, but if you are going to let a woman like (Y/N) get away over your own worries without talking to her - and I know you haven’t told her the truth because I know you - then you are the dumbest motherfucker that I know.”

He was right and I knew that. It may be too late, but I had to talk to (Y/N) and tell her the truth. If she still decided we were over and she didn’t want to keep the baby, then I’d respect her decision. I just needed to talk to her at least.

I was moving towards the door before I really realized it. Frenchie called after me, “Where are you going?”

“To talk to (Y/N),” I responded.

“But the plan!”

I was out the door before Frenchie finished his sentence.

~~~~~~

(Y/N)’s POV

I wasn’t expecting anyone when a knock came at my door. Most people wouldn’t get overly paranoid about a random knock, but most people didn’t deal with psychopathic Supes. I didn’t make a move at first. Realistically, it it were Homelander, he wouldn’t knock. He’d break into my house and laser me dead before I even knew what was happening. That didn’t stop me from sitting completely still, trying to calm my pounding heart.

Another knock came and I reluctantly stood. I had a bat next to my door in case of intruders. My hand closed around the bad as I looked through the peep hole to see who it was.

To my surprise, Billy Butcher was stood at the other side of my door.

I debated on not opening it and letting him stand there until he gave up and left. But then he said, “I know you’re there, (Y/N). Just open the door.”

Reluctantly, I did as he said, but I didn’t take my hand off of the bat.

“I’m an idiot,” he said before I could speak. “I should’ve talked about my concerns when you told me you were pregnant, but instead I let myself get freaked out and say shit I didn’t mean. I know an apology isn’t enough, but I am so, so sorry, (Y/N).”

“What are you so concerned about?” I asked. I wanted to know his true feelings before I slammed the door in his face. It might be the closure I needed before I finally let go of this relationship.

“Can I come in so we can talk?”

I raised an eyebrow. “You’re lucky I’m letting you talk period. Don’t push your luck, Butcher.”

He nodded. “Alright, fair enough. I’m terrified of turning out like my old man.”

And just like that, nine words caused me to let down every guard I had put up the second I saw him through the peep hole. He didn’t have to say anything else, because that was enough to make me understand. But he went on anyways, “My father was a terrible fucking man, and my mum let him be terrible to me and to Lenny. I had no other older man to help me, to look up to. Lenny had me, and what did I do but go and leave him alone with that monster. And if I had no one else to take after but my dad, then how can I not turn out like him with my own kid? It’s never something I had to worry about when I was married to Becca, because I didn’t have that same level of anger and hatred as I do now after everything that’s happened to me because of those fucking Supes.”

Of course he was worried because of his dad. I should’ve realized that the second he started freaking out after seeing the pregnancy test. It didn’t make his reaction or his suggestion right by any means, but maybe if I had realized before then I could’ve gotten him to actually talk to me instead of kicking him out of my house.

But he wasn’t done. “And what’s to say that Homelander doesn’t do something to you and the kid once he realizes you’re pregnant? I took his son from him once, what’s to stop him from taking mine? I can’t guarantee you or the baby would be protected all the time, and I can’t lose someone else that I love to that fuckin’ cunt.”

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about that for a split second when I took the pregnancy test at first. Homelander had no morals. He wasn’t above hurting a child, or a pregnant woman, just to hurt Billy. But Billy and I had been together for over a year now and nothing had happened to me yet. I trusted him to protect me, and I trusted everything he had taught me to protect myself.

“I was a fucking idiot for everything I said before,” Billy said. “I wouldn’t want you to get rid of our baby, (Y/N). I don’t have a lot of good things in my life lately, but you are one of the best things. This baby would be one of the best things.”

I could feel myself getting choked up again. I cleared my throat and asked, “And what if I already got rid of it?”

“Then I’ll put another one in ya.”

I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped my lips. It was the most Billy response he could’ve given.

I finally let go of the back and stepped aside. I motioned for him to come inside and he did without hesitation. I led him to the living room where I had just been sat before he showed up. I picked up my phone from the couch and opened it to play him the recording I had been listening to on repeat for days.

His brows furrowed together. “What is that?”

“It’s our baby’s heartbeat,” I explained. “When you go for an abortion, if you’re far enough along they’ll sometimes have you listen to the heartbeat before you make your decision. At first it just sounded like a bunch of noises to me, but when it kicked in that it was the heartbeat of my...our baby...I just couldn’t do it.”

When his eyes met mine, I saw that they were shiny with tears forming. I couldn’t remember ever seeing Billy Butcher cry in all the time I had known him.

“So...you’re still...?”

I nodded. “There’s still a bun in this oven.”

He had his hands on his face and was pulling me to him before the words were fully out of my mouth. His pressed his lips against mine. I balled his Hawaiian shirt in my fists and held him close to me. Everything felt right again. I finally felt whole for the first time in nearly a week.

“I’m so sorry, love,” he said when he pulled away. “I promise you, I will be here for you and for our baby. Every step of the way, I promise.”

“I believe you,” I said. “And I promise you that you will not be like your dad. I know you won’t. I trust you and I believe in you.”

He kissed me again before dropping to his knees in front of me. He pulled my shirt up enough to show my belly and pressed a kiss against the sensitive skin, tickling it a little bit with his beard.

“I’m going to protect you, kid,” he said. “I won’t let a soul hurt you. That’s a promise.”

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[ellieclaireblack]

sanctuaire | sanctuary

sanctuary | noun your safe and peaceful haven a comforting place of refuge and rest in a noisy, chaotic world

{brother's best friend | fem!reader x james potter} ⪼ warnings: mentions of abuse, eating disorder, mentions of suicide ⪼ word count: 2k

part four: troubles playlist

story: sanctuaire | sanctuary

“y/n” My mother spoke to me. I had to suppress a shudder trying to rock my body. Her stone cold voice made the hair on my skin stand up. My poster got a little straighter, though that was hardly possible anymore. 

Regulus was standing beside me, we were home and Maman looked as displeased and frightening as always. 

“Yes, Maman.” I answered her. Putting on my best blood supremacist voice. Careful to not smile or frown. Neither were accepted by her. As a Black you had to look flawless and superior to everybody all the time. Making sure everyone knew your status. 

“Come and let me inspect you.” My mothers voice tore through the otherwise silent house. My Papa is nowhere to be seen or heard. He was probably in his office. Not wanting to disrupt mother welcoming us. Beside my siblings he was always an alliance in the house. Though a silent one. Only helping when mother didn’t notice. I knew that even though he meant well it was toxic. He was the man of the house, he was Lord Black and still didn’t dare to stand up to his wife. If angered you didn’t want to cross paths with Lady Walburga Black.

Her cold fingers raked my body and I tried hard to stand as still as possible. Letting my mind wander to think about Sirius, about happiness. Anything but my reality. “Regulus Arcturus you are dismissed for now. y/n and I will try on her ballgown.” A pained expression flicked over Reggies face, but was gone by the blink of an eye.

My mother flicked her finger motioning me to follow her and I obliged. My dark green dress lay on my bed and with the help of my personal house elf Amélie I put it on. My whole world shattered when Amélie whispered a quiet “I’m so sorry Mistress”. Before I could even register what was happening my mother stood before me. 

“y/n it looks like you’ve gained some weight. What are we going to do about that? You need to fit in your dress.” Before I could react she pulled her wand, shouted ‘Crucio’ and I screamed. Loudly. The name of my brothers. Anything. I was trying to fight the spell but had no chance.

“y/n. y/n. Come on, wake up!”

Suddenly I was even colder than before and my eyes shot open. A pitcher of cold water had been dumped over my body. It was all just a dream. I was in the infirmary and both of my brothers looked at me. The same scared expressions mirroring their faces.

“I’m sorry. Did I bother anyone? Oh Merlin, did anyone besides the two of you hear?” It was then that I noticed James and Remus standing behind Sirius. How embarrassing. 

“y/n, you can’t be for fucking real. I thought you were dying and you’re worried that anybody heard you. I haven’t been that scared for a long time.” Sirius raised his voice slightly, I winced remembering our mother shouting at me. He looked at me with a painful expression and took one of my hands in his. “Do you want to talk?” He nearly whispered now. I shook my head but didn’t let go of his hand. Regulus took my other hand and James and Remus looked visibly uncomfortable. Not wanting to disrupt our sibling bonding moment. With a nod and some wandless magic I let some chairs appear and the both of them broke out in a grin sitting down in a split second.

Sirius was sitting on Regulus’ bed and me still in my chair, in the same position I fell asleep in. I only now noticed how my whole body hurts. Sleeping in a chair does that to you.

Suddenly the doors to the infirmary were pushed open and three familiar faces ran inside. Florence, Theo and Adam were sprinting towards me. Relieve filling them as they spotted me. “By Merlin's balls, y/n don’t ever just leave without telling me where you’re going. For a second I thought you jumped off the Astronomy tower, since you left this there.” Florence held up the letter from my mother. 

“She wouldn’t die in winter.” Sirius and Regulus said at the same time as I said “I wouldn’t kill myself, it’s winter.” And the three of us broke out in laughter, even though it’s not something regular people would laugh about. We Blacks were a bit strange about sensitive topics. Our friends had puzzled expressions on their faces and looked like we were completely insane. 

“You wouldn’t get it, Prongs.” Sirius told James who just opened his mouth, so he closed it again. Reminding me of a fish and sending me in another fit of giggles. When I calmed down I was reminded of the seriousness of the situation. 

The doors opened and Madam Pomfrey walked in. I took a deep breath and put on my ‘Black face’ again. A face of coldness and superiority. I loved Poppy Pomfrey, but I wouldn’t let a teacher see me vulnerable. Madam Pomfrey was shocked to see so many students in the infirmary at the crack of dawn.

“Everybody who isn’t the young Mister Black out now!” She ordered. I shot Reggie a small smile, squeezed his hand and all of us left the infirmary. While Poppy Pomfrey was the nicest human in the whole wide world, you didn’t want to get on their bad side. Remus stayed back for a second to pass a few words with her, she had a soft spot for him. I knew about Remus’ condition. When Remus was sick after two full moons in a row I had gotten suspicious. 

The first few months of first year had been hard on me. I had never spent so much time apart from Sirius and when I wanted to talk to him he was always with stupid James Potter. The first three years at Hogwarts I had resented James with all my heart. But he was hard to hate, after three years he weasled himself into my heart and now I was proud to call him my friend. Still in first year we couldn’t quite get along. That’s why Sirius didn’t talk to me as much anymore. I didn’t like his new best friend and he hated it.

I found myself spending lots of time in the Astronomy Tower. A side effect of that being always aware of the moon cycle. When I noticed Remus getting sicker towards the full moon and looking horrible a few days after. I spent a whole day researching in the library and finally got to the conclusion that he was a werewolf. I didn’t tell anyone of course. While I resented Sirius some days I couldn’t do that to his friend. So on the third full moon I faked an injury so I could spend the night in the infirmary. I heard Remus talking to Madam Pomfrey, heard her fussing over him and when the word wolf fell I knew I was right.

“Hey y/n what’re you thinking about?” Theo bumped his hip into mine and snapped me out of my thoughts. He knew the troubles of growing up with strict pureblood parents, nearly every child of the Sacred 28 knew how hard it was. Some were better than mine, but all Pureblood supremacist parents were a handful to deal with.

“My mother.” I answered with a half lie. I couldn’t tell my Slytherin friends about Remus. Theo and I shared a look of deep understanding. His mother was quite sweet, but his father was bloodcurdling. My Slytherin friends knew that about the relationship I had with my parents. They didn’t know about the torture and abuse. I made sure to hide it from them, since even though I trusted them I wouldn’t want their parents and the whole pureblood world to find out. My mother would explode.

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The Great Hall was filled with chatter and I plopped down besides Flo. My thoughts on my family. Regulus, who was still in the infirmary. My mother, who cared more about my looks than my health. My father, who never showed up at the right time. Sirius, who was sitting a few tables away, yet seemed unreachable sometimes. 

I pushed the food on my plate around and took some bites, but my stomach and mind were at war. I constantly heard my mothers voice inside my head. Do you really want to eat that? And even though she wasn’t here I could feel her sitting next to me constantly, judging my every move. 

I glanced over to the Gryffindor table. My brother and his friends were all deep in conversation. James was trying to woo Lily Evans again. Remus and Sirius looked so deep into each other's eyes, it seemed they didn’t notice anybody else. Pete was talking to Mary and Alice and they all had smiles on their faces. Their happiness radiating off and bouncing around the whole Hall.

I ignored the way my heart clenched. I wanted to sit with them, to share laughs, to feel so completely pressureless. But I couldn’t. Ignoring the pointed stares of my friends I got up and made my way to the dorms. Not standing another second of being in the Great Hall. 

Back in my room I grabbed my skates and bundled myself up in warm clothes. Since I was a small child I was enamoured with figure skating. Luckily my mother had a good year when she let me start doing the sport. Lots of Purebloods approved of it, so I didn’t need to be ashamed of it. Still to this day I spend lots of my free time skating. Next to reading it’s the only thing that gets my mind to stop overthinking. 

The Black Lake froze until mid March every year since scottish winters were bitter cold. I put my skates on, with a flick of my wand music was playing and I drove some circles to warm myself up. Spins and jumps seemed to clear my mind of every problem. And only after an hour I noticed I had gathered a small crowd. It was mostly Slytherin and Hufflepuff first years and when I went and drove to them some broke out in an applaud. I smiled a content smile. And Adelaide Greengrass, younger sister of Lucinda Greengrass, ran over to me.

“Wow Ms Black that was incredible.” I smiled at the name she chose, we had talked lots of times, but sometimes she used to call me Ms Black referring to our Pureblood ways of courtesy. “Hey Addy, thank you. Do you want me to teach you sometime?” I asked her as I removed my skates and could swear they were sparks in my eyes. I took that as a yes.

In the back of the small crowd stood Regulus. I ran over to him and could barely contain myself from wrapping him in a tight hug. Physical affection in public was a big no-go to my mother and most Pureblood families. With the events of the past few days I wouldn’t want to stir any rumours. “Reggie” I breathed out. The relief and joy of seeing him healed washed over me.

“y/n you needn’t worry about me. I’m fine. Did Maman send you a letter too?” He asked as we made our way back to the dormitory. “Yes. She did. It was as unpleasant as one can imagine.” Reg shot me a pained look. He knew about the strict ‘dietary plan’ Mother expected me to follow. 

He opened his mouth but I held my hand up, to stop him. “Reg, I know you worry about me. You mustn’t. Please. We’ll survive the next few weeks and after the ball we’ll be fine again. Just make sure to not get too close to Sirius. Narcissa and Bella are watching and I know a handful of other people who would love to report every “wrong” step of us to Maman.”

“I know y/n. Still be careful I can’t risk losing you to her.” He took my hand and I squeezed it with a silent promise. I knew I couldn’t make any promises aloud, they were just going to be broken anyway.

a/n: hey guys i'm sorry it took foreveeever to finish this chapter. it's not a 100% proof-read, but i'm way to tired today to proof-read it. next chapter is already halfway done and i'm hoping to be able to upload it as soon as possible.

lot's of love to wherever you are <3 xoxo ellie

p.s. as always: my inbox is alway open for feeback and requests. more james action next time. i just enjoy writing slow burns. sorryyy :)

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[whore4batfam]

edited an old piece:

“Do you think he regrets it?”

“Regrets what?” He was impatient. He had told the kid he could stay if he was quiet, and here he was, again, asking stupid ques—

“Taking us in.”

Dick shifted, switching the position of his arms behind his head. He looked up at the stars and sighed. “What’s there to regret, Jay.”

A small head popped up. “I didn’t say you could call me Jay,” Jason reminded, jaw jutting out. He probably thought he looked tough that way.

“And I didn’t say you could call me Dickhead, but here we are,” Dick shot back. “Sit down.”

Jason opened his mouth, but closed it when Dick narrowed his eyes at him. He laid back down and pointedly didn’t touch him. Fine. Kid might as well stay on his good side.

“…But do you think so?”

Dick sighed again. “Shit, kid.” The sky was clear enough tonight to see the stars twinkle. He cleared his throat. “He wouldn’t regret it for you. He went through with it, adopted you and everything. I know he seems like a moron sometimes—”

“He isn’t.”

“—but he does think things through.” Over and over and over, poking holes in Dick’s choices until he was left feeling like he was three inches tall. “He doesn’t regret you.”

Silence.

“And you?”

His voice was small, like he was unsure if he should be asking. Dick wanted to make a joke, tease him, but he couldn’t even look at him.

“Well, we’ll have to see,” was all he said.

Jury was still out for Dick, in Bruce’s case. He remembered thinking that would never be so, that Bruce could never be without him. He was his compass. Batman needed a Robin, but Bruce needed Dickie. He remembered how mad he got when Dr. Thompkins would lean over to look him right in the eyes and say, “He takes care of you.”

How could she understand? How could she think that she knew what it was like, what Bruce was like? That they were meant to be together no matter what, even if that meant—meant—

Dick shifted, pulling further away from Jason. Couldn’t stand the damn way the kid breathed.

“I think that,” and Jason sat up and swallowed, “you should come back. Talk to Alfred more. Bruce…he misses you.”

Dick stared at him. “Real sacrificial admitting that, huh.”

The boy jerked as if Dick had slapped him. Then he narrowed his eyes, looking all the world his twelve years, and kicked him. Dick didn’t bother moving away. “You’re an asshole.”

Dick scoffed. “I’m just saying it took a lot outta you. What you afraid of, me actually getting along with my own family?”

Jason shot up his feet. “I’m not holding my breath, you piece of shit,” he spat. He stomped over to the ladder and threw himself over it. “And neither is Bruce.”

Dick sat up. “Hey,” he barked. “You don’t understand that, you don’t understand anything—damnit, wait!” He scrambled to his feet. “You can’t go home by yourself!”

“Try me!”

“Jay, stop!”

“Don’t call me Jay!”

“You’re so dramatic,” Dick grumbled, following him down the ladder. He didn’t even react when the brat used his position to kick him in the ass either, which was very mature of him. He jumped the last few rungs, spinning around and collaring the kid when he tried to run. “Hey.”

“Fuck off,” Jason growled. But his eyes kept flickering left and right, as if waiting for something. Dick knew he was trying to act like he wasn’t intimidated. Kids are all alike in that way. But Jason betrayed himself in how he tried to escape. There was no cool disengagement, just nails digging into skin.

Dick knew the feeling. Someone bigger than you with their hands around you? All reason left until reality remained: being a small and cornered animal.

Dick avoided his swings, waiting until he was tired enough to slow his roll. It took a surprisingly long time. When Jason gulped in a breath, he latched his hands around his shoulders and dragged him close.

The kid stiffened, feet dragging as if he was afraid. So what if he was?

Dick shoved the guilt aside. “Listen to me,” he said firmly. “He may regret taking me in, and you may have replaced me, but that means all the jobs I did are yours now. You take care of him. Got it?”

Jason stared at him.

Dick shook him. “Got it? Say it out loud.” He shook him again. “Say it.”

“I’ll take care of him,” Jason said quickly, trying to hide the strain in his voice.

Dick released him. Well, more like shoved him. “Okay.” His throat was tight.

Jason kept staring at him, eyes glimmering like they were stars themselves. Which probably meant that he had made him cry, but. Well.

“Good,” Dick said, as if that was the end of it. And it was. It was an agreement. Maybe not an agreement between brothers, but certainly an agreement between sons. He jerked his head down to his apartment. “Go.”

Jason went, clattering and making a mess of things to make up for showing fear. Dick heard a crash and didn’t bother shouting. Dr. Thompkins’ eyes floated over the horizon, bouncing off the city lights.

“Remember. He takes care of you.”

Dick swallowed. Yeah, right.

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[welldonebeca]

The Triplets (4)

Warnings: Hurt/comfort. Slowburn. Fluff. Angst. 

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Lizzie was in her bed when she woke up.

She grunted, a little sore, and her eyes widened when she saw her bedside table.

A bottle of water, Advil and... plan b.

Last night came to her all in a flash, and Lizzie covered her mouth with a hand.

Oh, no.

And Dean...

She had fucked Dean!

And it was great.

But Dean was so hesitant.

Oh, no.

Had she pressured him?

Oh, no.

She was a guest in their house and she had done this!

Lizzie forced herself to take the pills - God forbid this mess got her pregnant - and pushed herself back to bed.

What had she gotten herself into?

Dean must be so upset now! He must hate her now!

She wanted to hide in bed forever, but that only lasted an hour before a knock on the door made her uncover her head to look at whoever it was.

"Lizzie?" he called. "It's Beau."

She just grunted, and he opened the door slowly.

"Oh, dear," he chuckled. "You look just like my daughter when she is on her period."

She pouted, and he stopped, frowning.

"Are you?" he asked quickly. "Do you need supplies?"

She shook her head, embarrassed by his niceness.

"No," she sighed. "Just feel like shit."

His face softened and he walked to her, and Lizzie was grateful that she had put the plan-b box away after taking it.

"Hey," he sat in her bed. "I get it."

She looked at his face, unsure. He probably didn't, no.

"Job searching takes a while. Sometimes we think like it's never gonna happen," he told her. "No one gets into the first position they apply to. You're gonna find something soon."

She scoffed, not quite believing him.

There were so many better options out there. Why would they even hire her?

"Come on," he tugged on her blanket. "Get up. Let's get out of your sadness stew."

She pulled her blanket closer, realising she was still naked and with his brother's seed still between her legs.

"I'll get ready!" she interrupted him before he could insist.

Beau squinted, but nodded, at last.

"Alright," he decided. "I'll wait for you downstairs."

She was able to clean up without a shower, thankfully, and tried to dress up for the warm weather, throwing on a yellow spring dress and doing her hair quickly so he wouldn't have to wait for too long.

Lizzie had enough Winchester brothers upset with her already.

Her face had a little touch of makeup and her hair was set with her bow when she walked down the stairs - she still cared about her appearance! - and Uncle Beau smiled when he saw her, just guiding her out to his car, so they could go out. No other Winchester was in sight as they left.

"It's just us?" she asked when he stopped to unlock it.

"Yep," he looked at her. "Dean left pretty early, I don't know what for, and Ben is still asleep. So you're stuck with me, little lady."

Before she could worry, he took her hand and made her twirl, and she was too giddy to think of anything else.

“Don’t you look beautiful?” he smiled. “And that’s the beautiful smile a love.”

He opened the door for her, and he opened the door for her to sit inside, and soon they were on the way.

The town was bustling, but not too crowded, and Beau showed her around places he likes before taking her to a little bakery shop for lunch.

He was a big gentleman, pulling a chair for her to sit, and offering her the menu before taking one for himself.

She couldn’t help blushing.

“You don’t have to do all this,” she looked at him, feeling a little shy now.

“Oh, nonsense. My mom raised me to be a gentleman,” he hummed. “I don’t know how that missed Ben, but mom made sure to spank his behind when he was too rowdy.”

She laughed a little, and he did the same.

“You three are all very different,” she pointed out. “Ben is the middle one, isn’t he? Maybe that’s it.”

Beau nodded.

“Maybe,” he shrugged. “He can be a nice guy when he wants to be. He just has his struggles, we all do… but he likes to act like they’re not there. So he never addresses them, and they just grow into a mess, you know?”

She nodded.

It made sense.

“And he’s the only one?” she asked without thinking.

Lizzie's eyes widened, and she looked at him, embarrassed.

“Sorry,” she said quickly. “Sorry, that was terrible, I didn’t-.”

Before she could continue, the waitress came over to ask for their drink orders.

“Good afternoon,” the older lady greeted them. “I haven’t seen such a happy father-daughter duo here in a while!”

Lizzie's eyes widened, and Beau blushed deeply.

“We’re not,” he corrected her quickly. “She’s not… I’m not her father, no.”

Her face changed suddenly, and the woman glared at him.

“What can I get you?" she grunted.

“Just water,” Lizzie asked. “Please.”

The woman hummed before walking away.

The two looked at one another other, and Lizzie could see beau looked completely stunned, and couldn’t help but laugh at his face.

“God!” Beau covered his face, groaning.

She giggled.

“Well, she is absolutely going to spit on your food, now.”

That seemed to lighten the mood, and they decided to still eat there, even with the risk of spit in their food. Beau still loved the place, and Lizzie felt like she was going to love it too.

“We should come here again some other time,” she suggested as he took the bill.

She didn’t even try to stop him. Look. Lizzie was unemployed and broke, and he had invited her, so… yeah.

Just as they were heading out to leave, Lizzie's phone rang, and she saw the caller ID.

Dad.

Dad never called, even when dad called. It was always Gwen.

“Hm, one second,” she asked him.

Lizzie stepped a good distance from Beau before picking up and, low and behold, she was right.

It was Gwen.

“Hi, sweetie,” she greeted in her too-cheery voice.

“Hi, Gwen,” Lizzie moved awkwardly on her feet. “Does dad need something?”

“Well, he’s been wanting to talk to you since you moved in with your Uncle Beau, but you never called,” she remarked. “So I thought to just rip the band-aid off now.”

She pressed her lips together, nodding.

“Well, I’m here now,” she nodded along.

“So, how’s it been?” her stepmother asked.

Lizzie crossed her arms.

“Good, good,” she told her. “Uncle Beau’s been great. His brothers too, they are very nice.”

She hoped Gwen didn’t ask questions, that they just kept this idle little conversation and that’d be it.

But she had to keep going.

“And the job?” she asked. “You got that job you wanted?”

She cringed.

“I’m still looking,” she pinched the bridge of her nose.

Gwen hummed a little, and Lizzie could already feel a question coming already.

“So it’s been over two weeks and no one’s called you back,” she remarked.

She closed her eyes, swallowing down.

“That’s one way to say it, yes.”

“Are you sure this is what you want?” she asked, the malice in her voice undetectable to anyone who didn’t know her, but Lizzie did. Too well. “I mean, you could come back home, where you’d find a job easier. You can do retail…those phone market companies…”

Lizzie closed her eyes, and she could see Beau watching her unsurely.

“We talked about this,” she rubbed her eye, stressed. “You always said I needed to be independent. I’m trying to be independent.”

More accurately, she said Lizzie had to stop being such an ungrateful brat who munched away at them.

“Well, yes,” she agreed. “But now you’re not talking to your father or me!”

Oh, she wondered why?!

“I don’t have time to call all the time,” she grunted. “I have chores, and I’m studying and applying… I can’t just stay on my phone all day.”

“Elizabeth,” she started to speak.

“And maybe I need some space,” she interrupted her. “From you and dad.”

Gwen gasped, sounding horrified.

“How could you say that?” she asked. “He’s your father and I’m-“

“You’re not my mother!” she shouted into the phone.

She hung up the phone, wanting to throw the phone away, but just turned it off and shoved it into her bag.

Dammit.

She tried to take big breaths but so she wouldn’t cry, but her eyes were welling up already, and she could feel her tears about to fall when a hand rest on her shoulder.

“Hey, darling,” he spoke softly.

By the way he looked at her, he had to have heard everything.

She didn’t know what to do, but instinctively went to hug him, needing to be comforted, and Beau embraced her quickly.

When her legs went weak, he picked her up and walked her back to his car, and held her in the car park as she cried, seated on the passenger’s seat with him kneeling in front of her.

“I’m a failure,” she lamented. “I can’t even get a low-level job.”

They wouldn’t even hire her as an assistant!

“Hey,” he rubbed down her arm. “Don’t say that you, know it’s not true. These things take time!”

She shook her head, crying, and Beau squeezed her hand.

“You’re not alone in this,” he reassured her. “We are here to help you. There’s no rush.”

Lizzie sniffed.

“You know,” he chuckled a bit, speaking softly. “My dad used to be pretty hard on us to be our own.  We had to be men before we finished being boys but Dean… he kept us together, you know? I guess that’s why we’re so close now;”

He moved a hand to her chin and raised it, making her look at him.

“We are here to help you now,” he affirmed. “With anything you need.”

She softened, relaxing a little, and hugged him quickly, feeling him squeezing her and freezing when her mind flashed right back to Dean and what hey had done in the couch.

The pit of guilt in her stomach grew all over again.

She had to tell him. She couldn’t lie to Beau.

Her mind stewed over it as he drove away, but Lizzie waited until they were in his driveway to say anything. If Beau got too upset, she would just have to run!

“Beau?” she spoke softly. “I gotta tell you something.”

He turned to her, not looking too worried.

“What is it?”

She bit her lip, looking for words.

“Last night,” she spoke slowly. “Dean and I… we had sex.”

. . .

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[undressmewithyoureyes]

Let There Be Light - Thirty Two

**Ghosts POV**

Dust filled my lungs as the weight of the world crushed my body. I couldn’t move and my mind kept hearing her partial scream. It was the last thing I was able to hear until it was abruptly replaced by an explosion. The floor crumbled beneath our feet and the house trapped us in. I was reliving a part of hell that I thought was over with. Death.

               I could hear movement around me, but it was muffled. I tried to move, but a wooden beam was laying over my legs, pinning me in place.

               “Harley!” I scream out. She was a fighter and the toughest woman I knew, but even her tiny body had its limits.

               “Lieutenant!” The voice was muffled but it sounded like Gaz. The ground beneath me vibrated as I could hear the sounds of material being moved and thrown to the side. The darkness that veiled over me, was thinning out as parts of light were starting to shine through the cracks of the debris.

               “Someone come help me move this shit off the Lieutenant!”

               I take in a deep breathe and choke on the dusty air, “Is Harley okay!” I was barely able to get the words out – halfway from the lump in my throat and the other half from the unpurified air.

               “On my count.” Why wasn’t anyone answering my question about her! “One! Two! Three!” The large wall that covered my body was removed as my team was looking down upon me.

               “Glad to see you’re alive Simon,” Price said, but something was wrong. I look over at Johnny and he had tears rolling down his face and a look ready to kill.

               “Is she okay?” This was the last time I was going to ask nicely before tearing the rest of this shit hole down.

               I watched Price as he swallowed the lump in his throat, “Lets get this beam off you first.” My heart dropped.

               “Captain,” I say as I felt my eyes starting to burn.

               “On my count,” Price says as everyone takes their position around this beam, “One! Two! Three!”. The beam lifts off my legs and I quickly pull my knees to my chest and stand. The team lets go of the beam as it rumbles the ground beneath us.

               I go to speak and immediately shut my mouth. I knew the words weren’t able to flow out. “LT.” I jerk my head up to look at Soap. His eyes were blood shot, and his jaw was clenched to the point I thought his teeth were going to crack under pressure.

               Price reaches his hand out to me to help me walk over the debris. I quickly grab his hand and carefully watch my step over the fallen sheetrock, beams and splintering wood. My eyes dart over the room looking for any sign of her and I see nothing. She didn’t make it.

               My knees nearly collapsed under me, but luckily, I was able to catch myself. “Simon,” Prices voice still sounding worried.

               I look up and I couldn’t help the pool of liquid that formed around my eyes. “She’s gone.” Two words. Two fucking words that ripped the slightest bit of feelings I had out of my chest.

               “Were going to get her LT.” Johnny cautiously places his hand on my shoulder, and I tensed under his touch. It took a few seconds for it to register what he had said to me.

               “Sh-she’s alive?” I ask out. Soaps eyes met mine but quickly diverted to the floor.

               “We don’t know, son,” Price answered. “All I know is this was a set up. When she told me that we needed to get out of here, I saw two men grab her in the blink of an eye. Before I could do anything, the floor exploded.”

               The rage that flowed through me was enough to kill a fucking army of men. I look around and see that everyone luckily made it out.

               “Bravo 1 to helo. How copy?” Price clicked the button to his coms. Silence. “Bravo 1 to helo. How copy?” Nothing. Price changes the channel on his coms and tries again, “Bravo 1 to Reacher. How copy?”

               “Reacher to Bravo 1. What’s your position?”

               I step away and allow Price to give Laswell the coordinates to come and pick us up to take us back to base. I look out towards the grassy field as tears fell from my eyes. The small indention in the grass perked my attention.

               I looked down at my feet and could see in the dirt that there was a struggle. Messy footwork as the lump in my throat grew bigger. I followed the trail in the grassy field until I reached the top of a small hill. Footsteps behind me caused me to be on high alert as I pulled my pistol from its holster and aimed it at the man who was sneaking up behind me. Soap.

               “Jesus Johnny,” I say as I reholster my pistol. “Warn me before you come sneaking up on me.”

               Soap doesn’t say anything as he stands beside me, and we both look down at the dirt. Multiple sets of footprints, tire tracks and Harley’s coms. I look up towards the sky fighting back the tears that were now reappearing. Soap reaches down and picks up her radio before immediately dropping it.

               I look over at him as all color drains from his face. His hand is covered in blood. My eyes dart from his hand to the coms lying on the ground. “LT.” That was all he said, and I knew. It was hers, but it hadn’t completely dried yet, leaving us with some kind of hope that maybe they weren’t too far away.

               “Ghost to Bravo 1. How copy?”

               “Here Ghost. Reacher is bringing a helo to land in the field. Expect to exfil in two minutes,” Price said in my ear.

               “Copy that Bravo 1,” I replied.

               I look over at Johnny as his face was still white as a sheet, “Were going to find her Johnny,” I say as I place my hand on his shoulder like he did mine, “Get ready for a blood bath.”

               “I wouldn’t want it any other way LT,” he tells me. And he meant it.

               Soap and I make our way to the field as the helicopter approaches and lands. The doors open on each side as Laswell jumps out and runs towards us, “What the fuck happened?!”

               “It was a set up,” I say to her dryly walking past her to get onto the helo.

               She grabs me by my arm, stopping me, “Where is she?” she asks with panic in her voice.

               I jerk my arm out of her grasp and before turning back around, I answer her, “They took her.” Laswell’s face dropped as I told her the news. I kept walking and boarded the helo.

               After a few minutes, everyone boards and the helicopter takes off. Soap and I stare out the window looking to see if we can find vehicles that look out of place or speeding off. Nothing. My heart sunk in my chest even further as rage was filling the large void.

               Nobody said anything on the way back to the base. I think it was for the best considering how little my patience had become and I was ready to snap anyone’s neck at any given moment. I did glance over at Soap occasionally and his focus never shifted from the floor of the helo. He had disassociated several times, and I was trying not to. I needed to stay calm the best I could to focus on what to do. To focus on getting my girl back.

               The helicopter landed back at the base, and I was the first one off – not giving a damn about anyone else or what they were thinking.

               “Simon!” Prices voice rang throughout the base. I stop in my tracks and clench my fist – annoyed with him even talking to me. “Briefing room now! Everybody!”

               I don’t look back. I don’t nod my head. I don’t acknowledge anything but continue walking. I get to the briefing room and take a seat furthest from where everyone else is going to be. I didn’t want anyone talking to me, consoling me, or even looking at me. Lord knows what I would do if they tried.

               I hunch over and rest my elbows on my knees and hang my head low. I swallowed hard as the memories of her plagued my mind. How not even ten hours ago her arms were wrapped around me. I could still smell her, and I swear I could feel her touch. I began to bounce my right leg hoping that would help calm me down or at least help keep the tears back – how that would help, I don’t know; but maybe it might.

               The rest of the team filled the room and Soap sat beside me, but leaving the chair between us empty, for her of course. I look over at him as I heard a few sniffles coming from his way. There was a clean path running down his face from his tears that wiped away the dirt from the house and I’m sure the black around my eyes was fucked all the way up.

               My eyes diverted over to Price and Laswell as they took the front of the room. “Our mission now is to find Harley,” Price starts off. Just hearing her name feels like a knife in my chest, “Alejandro.” Alejandro stares back at Price, “We need all the help we can get.”        

               Alejandro nods, “My people are your people.”

               I couldn’t focus. I wish somebody would give us some sort of location so I can go there and rescue my girl. Fuck everyone else.

               “Captain Price,” Rudy says. My eyes go to him, “Theres something I feel like I need to tell you.” My blood boiled from the way he said that. I swear to God if he says some shit that could have prevented this, I’m going to rip his fucking throat out. “Before Harley went on the coms to ask your position,” Rudy started. I could feel my body starting to shake, “She left her AR with me and took down the three guards with her knives.”

               That’s my girl.

               “She called me over when she took down the other two and I followed but didn’t grab her rifle. When she went back to get it, she said it wasn’t there,” he paused, and my eyes saw red.

               “Why the fuck didn’t you say anything?” I ask in a sinister tone.

               Rudy looked at me with wide eyes as everyone else’s eyes fell upon me, “Because she didn’t say anything about it.”

               “So you just let your teammate go in with no weapon and you’re okay with that?!,” my voice getting louder as I stand up – fist still clenched. “If she didn’t say something, maybe you should have! Maybe! Just bloody fucking maybe she would have been able to shoot the people that took her!” I pick the chair up that was in front of me and slam it against the wall behind me.

               I was seething through my teeth and thank God I was wearing my mask because I knew the sight underneath was not a pretty one. “Ghost,” I hear Laswell say. I look up with bloodshot eyes and my shoulders heaving up and down, “Its not Rudy’s fault. This was a set up.”

               I stare deathly back at her; my body still tense and on high alert. The room was silent, and nobody dared to breathe – knowing the simplest things would make me snap. I slowly sit back down and go back to my position – elbows on my knees and my head hanging low.

               “We tried to track the cell that Michael has been using but wasn’t able to get anything off of it. I’m showing it’s a dead end. I’ve tried to look into his bank accounts, but they have all been cleared.” Laswell pauses before looking over at me, “He’s completely off grid, making this mission a lot harder than what it already is.”

               My whole body began to shake again as her words filled my ears. “Does anyone know where he might be? Any offshore houses that he may have or any properties he may have bought?” Gaz asks.

               “He has over two hundred properties all over the world,” Laswell answers and before she could say anything else, I cut her off, “Then we check every single one of them. We kill everyone and leave no one.”

               Laswell scoffs at me, “An what will that prove Ghost? That’s a way to get her killed.” The words ‘her’ and ‘killed’ sent chills down my spine.

               “He said he wants her. Wouldn’t that mean he wants her alive?” Soap asks causing me to look over at him.

               “Unless he has other plans,” Alejandro says. Everyone looks at him confused, “Slave trade.” I couldn’t hold the tears back any longer. I close my eyes as the liquid once again fell from my eyes and the knife in my chest cut deeper. I clenched my jaw as hard as I could, hoping the pain from my jaw would relieve the pain in my chest.

               Before anyone could protest or agree with Alejandro, a knock came from the door to the briefing room. My blurry eyes scanned over the room and everyone else looked around. “Yeah!” Price yells out.

               The door slowly opens, and a nurse enters the room cautiously. I assume it was the same nurse that took her blood before we took off.

               “Excuse me,” she said looking around the room. “I have some news on Harley.”

               My ears perked up as she scanned the room. “Okay,” Price said annoyed, “Go on.”

               “The drug is completely out of her system,” the nurse said.

               “That’s probably the best news we’ve heard all day. Thank you,” Price said assuming that was all from the nurse.

               “Theres something else,” she said slowly.

               The nurse took a deep breath and as the words came out of her mouth, my heart stopped, and all eyes were on me.           

               “She’s pregnant”

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[lotrefcp]

Hidden Away - Chapter 3

pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader

summary: When the DEU fails to catch Escobar you are sent to Bogotá to help the team.

warnings: I don't understand this so just gonna say mature content, 18+

word count: 3883

Chapter 3

You had already been at the office for an hour when Messina called the three of you into her office.

“What did you do now?”, you asked the two men as you walked towards Messina’s office.

"I didn't do anything," Murphy replied, raising his hands in a defensive position.

“Messina must have noticed the way you treat me and she's going to pull your ears.”, Javier continued, turning to you.

“Is she going to send us to couples therapy to solve our problems? How exciting.”, you replied.

“And what do I have to do with it?” Steve asked.

“Don't you know? You will serve as a witness of my mistreatment of your friend.”

While playing you arrived at your destination and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Messina said from her chair at the end of the long table.

“Would you like to talk to us?”,  Javier began.

“Close the door and sit down.” The three of you looked at each other not knowing what to expect.

“Colonel Carrillo has information on Blackie's location tonight and has asked the three of you to participate in his operation to catch him.”

“And how did he get this information? Can we trust it?”, Javi asked leaning over the table and on his forearms with his hands clasped together.

“Through a prostitute who was arrested in one of the brothels that Escobar's men tend to frequent. He will be there today.” You tried to hide your urge to laugh, saving the attack for when you left the office. Messina spoke again. "You can go. You have to be ready and in Search Bloc facing Carrillo in half an hour. Good luck."

And so you got up and left towards your desks.

“I can't believe Carrillo got information from a prostitute. Isn't that YOUR specialty?”, you asked Peña. "One day we won't need you for anything."

“Very funny.”, he replied.

“And more, he didn't have to pay for the information. And I don't believe he had to fuck her.”

“You think I fuck them because I have to? I fuck them because I like to. And they don't complain, believe me."

“I knew you were a dog. If one of them passes you something and you start coughing in my face, I'll shoot you."

“Stop it,” Steve interjected. “We have the possibility of catching one of Escobar's closest men. We have to be focused.”

“Always.”, you replied. You all took your weapons and your badges and left the embassy, getting into Peña's jeep.

There were three cars near the brothel waiting for Blackie to arrive. You were closer to the entrance and Carrilho's team was distributed between two vehicles about 500 meters behind. Your mission was to recognize the suspect when he arrived and warn Carrillo to start attacking the brothel. But time went by and nothing happened, not even a sign of the man.

“This doesn't smell good.”, you said from the backseat of the jeep, rubbing your hands together with the stress of the time spent sitting there.

“Calm down.”, Peña replied. "A man's needs don’t have an hour."

“No, Y/N is right. We were told he would be here at 8.30pm and it's after 10pm,” Steve replied.

“I know.”, Peña ended up saying. Eventually he picked up the walkie talkie and talked over to the colonel. “Colonel Carrillo,” Javi said.

"Peña."

“I don't think he's coming today anymore. Either he changed his mind or your informant misled us.”

“Yes, I also think that he will not appear today. Let's stop for today and tomorrow I'll talk to the woman again.”

“Okay, understood. See y…” Javi couldn't finish his sentence. An explosion destroyed one of the vehicles, the one behind the Carrillo's. In Javi's jeep everyone ducked at the noise and tried to figure out what was going on. When you looked back you saw one of the jeeps on fire and ran out in the hope of trying to get some of the men out alive. You closed the doors and, taking your weapons, you lowered yourselves in order to be protected by the jeep from any shots. So did Carrillo and his men who were with him.

“Go, I'll protect you.”, you said to Murphy and Peña.

“Are you sure?” Murphy asked.

“Yes, I got this area.”, you replied. “Go there and help. Use the cars till there to take cover. Go.”, you ended up screaming. They were dragging themselves against the vehicle and looking around while they ran down until they reached the burning car. Meanwhile, you were trying to perceive the presence of someone from the cartel. When looking at the buildings next to the brothel, you saw a glow, the dim light of a lamp reflecting on a metallic surface. You quickly pointed your weapon towards that light, waiting for some movement that would indicate danger. You shifted your position a bit and thus you could see a hand holding a pistol towards Carrillo. You got up a little and moving to your left you took aim again, shooting. Javi and Steve turned around to try to understand what had happened but all they saw was you, on your knees, already without the protection of the car, gun in the air, before they heard the crash of a body falling from a building a little behind them. Soon they ran towards him to see if he had died or if he was still breathing. Carrillo and the others were already doing everything they could to save whoever they could. When they got close to the body lying on the floor, gun in hand, they bent down to feel the pulse.

“He's dead.” Murphy confirmed.

“Who is he?” Peña asked. “Can you recognize him?”

“No, but you know Escobar has men everywhere.”

“Is he dead?”, you asked when you got close to them.

“Yes.”, Peña said . "What happened?"

“I saw the gun reflecting the street light. He was pointing in Carrillo's direction. This was all a trap to catch him.”, you ended up saying. Peña thrust his hand into a window beside him, showing his frustration with an aimless punch.

By the end of the operation three of the Search Bloc men had died in the explosion and the other two were taken to hospital. After having learned from you that everything had been a trap to catch him, Carrillo returned to the quarters. He entered and immediately headed for the cells, still wearing his uniform covered in the blood of his companions. He reached the one at the end of the hall and stopped in front of it.

“So, did you catch him?” asked the prostitute.

In response, Carrillo took his gun and, pointing it at her head, fired a single shot. He walked back out and turned to the first man he came across. “Someone get rid of the body and clean the cell. We're going to need it soon.”

You, Javier and Steve were sitting at your desks, not talking. Javi took out his pack of cigarretes and took out one which he quickly placed between his lips and lit.

“Do you already know how the soldiers who went to the hospital are doing?”, you asked.

“One of them died on the way to the hospital. The other one is stable,” Peña replied. You got up in such a rage that you knocked your chair to the floor, falling backwards behind you.

“I knew something wasn't right. Did they get the wrong vehicle to destroy, or did they take the opportunity to kill a few more of our people while they were trying to catch the colonel?”

“Probably the second option. And they didn't kill anyone else thanks to you.”, said Steve.

“We'll never know,” continued Peña.

“We’ll never know?”, you repeated in a questioning tone. “Why don't you go ask your whores? They must know. Or do you think they spread their legs just for you?”

“Hey, what happened is not my fault. We can never be sure of the information we receive. We always have to be on the lookout.”

"Stop it. Nobody is to blame for anything. We all know that Escobar is always one step ahead of us. If not, we would have caught him a long time ago. What we don't need is clashes between the three of us. It won't help us at all.”, Steve said looking at the two of you.

"Exactly. We have to be ready for the next opportunity.”

“Next opportunity… Why don’t you try to find that next opportunity in someone's cunt?”, and saying that, you took your things and left towards your apartment.

When you got there you threw your suitcase on the couch, put your gun and badge on the table in the living room and went straight to your room. You started to take off your shirt and pants, but before you could undress completely, you fell onto the mattress of the bed, sitting there staring at the white wall in front of you. Your whole body was shaking and your breaths were short and aggressive, something that hadn't happened in a long time. You were used to death, cold before it, burdened with its weight. But used to the death of drug addicts, killed by their own addiction. It were these deaths that took you to Colombia, but these were also the ones that made you unaffected, focused, lonely... But this time there were colleagues who died, shamefully deceived by a criminal without scruples and without limits. And you hadn't done anything to help. You had killed one of them but you didn't prevent the death of 4 other men, surprised by an explosion, in an operation that should have been simple, that should have been quick.

You started trying to control the tremors in your body, breathing more deeply and slowly, trying to calm yourself down. You finally managed to get back on your feet and, taking off your lingerie, you went to take a shower before going to bed, without even having dinner. Sleep didn't come quickly but after many turns on your bed your eyes started to get heavy and you managed to fall asleep.

When Peña arrived at your floor, he stopped near your door and put his ear to it to try to understand if you were awake, but he only heard the silence. He walked into his house, went to the fridge to get a beer and sat down on the couch. He turned on the television and watched it while devouring his drink. A scream reached his ear.

You had just woken up from one of your daily nightmares with a scream that crossed desperately from dream to reality.

Javi ran out of his apartment and was about to knock on your door when he heard some low, barely audible sobs. He stopped the movement of his hand and wondered if he should bother you. You weren’t ok and he didn't want to make your situation worse by his presence.

You were curled up in your own embrace crying softly, in a rush of adrenaline and terror that your nightmare brought. Every night you dreamed, every night you slept badly, but today everything came to the fore, making your body not obey you.You wiped your tears and layed down again, even though you knew sleep wouldn't come back. You didn't even want it to come back.

Javier didn't sleep all night either, on the other side of the wall, trying to figure out if you were okay or if you needed help. And if you needed it, would you want it to come from him?

After spending the night emptying his pack of tobacco, Peña smoked his last cigarette at his bedroom window, his eyes heavy with a sleepless night. Why couldn't he sleep? He hadn't heard anything else coming from your apartment and you've been a headache for him since day one. Why did he care if you were okay or not? You should have slept all night in peace while he was in the living room, between his couch and the wall that separated your apartments in search of any sound. He shook his head and threw the cigarette butt out the window. You are really stupid., he thought to himself as he looked at the street one last time before going to take a shower, but when he looked away into the room he saw you leaving the building and getting into your car, frowning and looking at your feet as you walked. He glanced at the watch on his wrist. It's not even six in the morning and she's already leaving? Maybe, after all, she didn't sleep so well. When I get to the embassy, I'll try to talk to her., he ended up thinking.

When he got there Javi found Murphy finishing his cigarette, putting it out with the sole of his shoe.

“So, you don't feel like working today?”, Javier began.

“It's too hot in there. I'm waiting until the last minute to enter”, Steve replied.

“Well, looks like this is the last minute. Come on, we have a lot of work to do.”

“Don't even remind me. I don't even want to think about all the reports that await us because of yesterday.”

“Neither do I, but they won’t do it themselves,” concluded Peña as the two partners entered the building.

You had already been at your desk for two hours filling in everything that had to be filled out about the operation of the night before. For every sentence you wrote, for every note you pointed out, you remembered everything that had happened like a movie playing in front of you. You finished your work and placed the sheets on the yellow file in front of you, staring at it, your eyes red and swollen and your hand on your forehead holding your head and trying to rub the pain you felt away. That's how Javi and Murphy found you.

“So Y/N, how are you?”, Steve asked looking at your head facing down towards the table. You were startled and gave a little jump in your chair, not noticing their approach. A smile quickly invaded your face. Javier noticed, once again, that change of yours, now seeing how fast and automatic it was.

"Of course. What about you, boys?”, you replied happily.

“Same.”, Steve continued while Peña didn't take his eyes off you, studying your expression, studying your gaze. Your lips and your eyes seemed to be part of two different people. They didn't seem to belong to the same face. “How long have you been here? The file you have in front of you, is that already your report?”, Murphy asked, admired and a little envious.

“Yes it is.”, you replied, bringing it up to your head. I couldn't sleep so I thought it was best to get this over with quickly.”

“And are you sure you're okay?”, Javi included himself in the conversation as he sat in his seat next to you, albeit at a different desk.

"Of course. Why shouldn't I be?”

“Because I heard a scream coming from your apartment tonight.” You panicked. Had he heard your awakening? Did he notice your scream?

"A scream? I don't remember screaming.”

“I'm sure I heard a scream. And it came from your house. And I still heard you...”

“Oh, I remember now.”, you said so that he wouldn't finish what he was saying. “During the night I went to the bathroom and I didn't see the leg of the bed and I stubbed it with my toe. That's why I screamed. I no longer remembered because I was stunned from having just woken up.”

"You are sure?"

"Of course I am. I was there.”, you said starting to raise your voice.

“And then why did you sleep badly?”

"Because of the heat. I'm still not used to this temperature. Do you want a report on my night?”

“So if you stubbed your toe, show it to me.”

""What? Are the prostitutes not enough? Do you also have a foot fetish? Nothing against it but you won't see mine.”, why didn't he give up? You already said you were fine, nothing else needed to be said.

"No wonder he has a foot fetish," said Steve. "I think he has fetishes for all parts of the female body."

“Don't talk shit,” Javi replied. He turned to you again. “I saw you leaving the house today and getting in your car and you weren't limping.”

"Are you serious? I've been shot at hundreds of times, I've broken my ribs more than once, I've been knocked unconscious by blows to the head, I've been stabbed in the stomach... Do you think I would limp because of a toe?", you laughed and got up from your chair towards the ambassador's secretary desk to deliver your report and to try to put an end to the conversation. It couldn't happen again. You had to be able to control yourself. At his table Peña was thinking about what you had said and about the ailments you had been listing. Of course your face changed so quickly. The smile was fake. The real you was the one he saw when you left the house. Your real self, only you knew. Is that why you attack me so much? To divert attention from yourself? To disguise your pain with jokes?

You went back to your desk and took some papers that you had beside you to study the routines of Escobar's sicarios, trying to find another opportunity to catch one of them. A real opportunity, not a trap.

It was one in the afternoon when your stomach started making noises.

“Well, I'm going to the cafeteria to eat something. I can't even look at these papers anymore. I only see meaningless letters.” Steve was still hovering over the report.

“How did you get yours done so quickly? Wouldn't you like to help out here?"

“I did it fast because I wasn't always stopping to crack a few jokes. Go on, the work is good for you.”

“I'll go with you.”, Javi said. “I've already finished mine and I'm hungry too. We can keep each other company.”

"What?"

“I'll go with you. If we're both going to eat why can't we do it together?"

“Because I digest my food better when I'm alone?”, you answered in the form of a question because you knew it was a ridiculous reason. I'm really stupid.

“Don't worry, if you feel sick I'll make you some tea to calm your stomach.”

“Do you know how to make tea?”, Steve laughed.

"Anyway. Well, let's go?”, he ended up saying taking his coat that was on the back of his chair.

“It seems so.”, and so you went together, trying to stay in front of him but soon he was at your side.

You sat at the table with your trays. You still hadn't managed to pick up the cutlery when Javier started talking. Or trying.

“Cariño, I wanted to...”

“What did you call me?”

“Cariño, why? You don’t like it?"

"No. I have a name. And I'm sick of hearing you call every woman in the office by cariño. You won't do it to me. They can all drool over the nickname but not me. Is it part of your conquest tactic? Oh si, cariño. Si.” Javier started to laugh.

"No, it's just a friendly way to treat a woman."

"Friendly? I am very friendly with people who call me by my name.”

“Okay, I get it, no more affection.”

"OK."

“But back to what I was saying. Y/N, I wanted to apologize for this morning. I shouldn't have upset you about the screaming thing. If you say it was nothing, then it was nothing.”

"It was nothing."

"Exactly. But hey, I wanted to apologize for that.”

“I pardon you. Happy?"

"No way. As an apology, I want to invite you to dinner at my house tonight.” You choked on your food when you heard the invitation.

“I told you I could digest better on my own.”, you said while trying to get back to your normal speech. "What did you say? Me? Me in your house?”

“Sure, what's the problem?”

“The problem is me, dinner, your house. Those words don't fit together."

“Come on Y/N, don't be like that. I extended an olive branch. Why don't you accept it? You might even become a fan of my apartment, of what I have to offer. What do you say?” And with that he started to put his leg on yours. You didn't know what to say but after thinking a bit you answered with a smile on your lips. "And why not? I accept. That’s a date, Peña.”

“Why do you never call me Javi like everyone else?” he asked. You leaned over a little more towards him and, also brushing your leg against his under the table, you answered. “I like to feel the name Peña rolling through my mouth, the movement of the tongue, the pressure of the lips against each other.”

“Okay, you can call me whatever you want.”, Javi said feeling his body heat up with the way you moved your lips so close to his face, with the feel of your shoe between his legs.

“I know.”, you winked and started to eat.

Peña kept looking at his watch, trying to figure out if there was still a lot to go before the time you had set for dinner. In fact he had nothing for you to eat. With your reaction to the conversation he knew that your visit would not allow time for meals. You would be busy with other things. He was wearing black pants, tight as usual, and a white shirt, the sleeves rolled up and the top three buttons undone. In one hand a cigarette and in the other a beer. He finally heard a knock on the door.

"Hola car..." He stopped talking suddenly when he realized that you weren't alone as he expected. Murphy and Connie were with you.

“Hello everyone, what a surprise. You’re here", he started, looking at you and realizing the laughter you were trying to contain.

"Yes, of course," said Connie. “I couldn't believe it when Y/N said you had invited us to dinner.”

“Yes, it was weird. You've never invited us to your house before,” Murphy continued.

“Yes, it is weird.”, Javi said in a low voice as he continued to look at you.

“I think he's getting soft.”, you joked, trying to hide your laughter. “He now also opens the door to his neighbors and not just to his informants.”, you continued with a wink.

“But don't worry”, Connie spoke again, “We know you can't cook, so we brought food. Made by me."

He finally saw the pots you were holding.

“I can see that,” Javi said.

"Then we'd better get in before the food gets cold," concluded Connie.

“Of course, we don't want anything to get cold. Some things have already lost all the heat they had to lose,” he grunted as he gave you a sideways look.

You were overjoyed for making a fool out of him. Everyone entered and the door was closed.

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[evita-shelby]

Can I have a Tommy Shelby x sunshine but very much badass reader where she wipes the floor with Mosley's pathetic ass, that goes back to being cute and nice and her dear husband is a mix between proud, aroused but terrified. He knows she's a bad bitch when shit gets real, but every time he thinks he knows what she's capable of, she surprises him and surpasses her self.

Okay since I'm already writing something like this for my fic but i wanna see where this goes.

Reader's daughter Florence is my OC's kid

Reader is implied to be bi

More Thorn than Rose

Gif by @retromafia

"Its only fair that I fuck your wife now that you fucked my fiance, Shelby." Mosley smirked as he drank his wine.

You had been the enchanting and vivacious Mrs. Shelby since before your husband became MP.

After all you were the work of generations, a strict governess and bewitching charm.

You had a forked tongue, a bone to pick with fascists and absolutely got a kick out off wiping the floor with Mosley every time the both of you engage in a verbal spar.

Once you made his late wife snort at Mosley's birthday dinner in 1930.

“I don’t like sharing my wife with other men, Sir Oswald.” Tommy said before you’d leave the Americans with a memorable dinner party.

“Oh, Sir Oswald,” you giggled like a stupid girl who’d find the rat faced twat in front of you attractive. Your voice is sweet and charming, as harmless as sunshine. “You’d have to share me with my husband. Lady Diana’s quite the handful, took the both of us to satisfy her.” You wink at the blonde for good measure.

The man with less people in his party than your hometown had people hated being outshone, but a candle ---even a ridiculous puffed up thing like Mosley--- couldn’t compare to the sun.

“Only fair if we make it a party of three, poor Lady Diana must be so unsatisfied with just you, sir.” And just like the sun can burn, so do you.

Jack Nelson choked on his whiskey, Gina tried to contain her laughter and the uninvited guests looked positively murderous.

And Tommy, well, Tommy only cocked an eyebrow. But you knew that look in his eyes. It was everything ---pride, horror, surprise and arousal--- at once and you knew the rest of the night would be abso-bloody-lutely fantastic.

“Tommy, I think I’ll retire early, Florence starts ballet tomorrow morning and God forbid she terrorizes another dance instructor.” You take your leave still riding that high of making Mosley eat shit.

“Flora’s just witty like you, love, it will serve her well when she takes over Shelby Company.” Tommy said not bothering to hide his pride.

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[wandaslullaby]

This is the first time I ever request something from anyone really, but I do love your work and know you’ll make it perfect <3

So, for my request: how about some fluff? Maybe a drabble of Wanda feeling self-conscious about her body post-pregnancy and Reader reassuring her that she’s still beautiful as always?

Take your time with it! ^^

Simple Stroke | Wanda M

summary: You decided to put your art skills to good use.

words: 1K

a/n: okay so i had the image of wanda being painted like ariana grande was in her video with the purple strokes, so invision that lmao. i really hope you like this <3 i’m contemplating if i should upload this but fuck it. 

It’s been exactly three weeks since Wanda gave birth to two beautiful sets of twins. You will never forget the warm comfort that swirled around your heart when Tommy wrapped his tiny fingers around your thumb. It was just a beautiful moment that you couldn’t ever get rid of, and you made it a rule that every time you and Wanda would go to bed, you would whisper how grateful you were to have her. 

Ever since the birth, you haven’t stepped into your studio. You were a free lanced painter that often painted what mood you were in, in fact, you were persistent that you would paint Wanda nude, as a gift for holding your children for nine whole months.

Speaking of Wanda, you were meant to ask her if she would post nude. You haven’t really seen much of her as she was busy nurturing the kids. Before you even set up your space, you wanted Wada’s approval first. You checked the time, and it was exactly the time the twins went down for their two-hour nap, so the timing was on your side, for once. 

“Wanda? Babe? You here?” You whispered, tiptoeing around the house as you didn’t want to wake the kids. 

“In here,” Wanda whispered yelled from the bathroom. 

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What are you doing in the bathroom?”

“Do I look fat?” Wanda blurted out.

“Am I pregnant?” 

Wanda gave you a look, “What?”

“I thought we were saying untrue things?”

“Har-Har. I mean it, Y/N... I feel disgusting.”

You let out a sign, walking straight over to your woman wrapping your arms around her torso. “I think you are just as beautiful as you were a minute ago.”

Wanda leaned her head into your chest, “I don’t feel it.”

“Elsa? Is that you?”

Wanda immediately pushed you away and started to remove herself from the bathroom. 

“Babe. I was kidding.” You tried to explain the joke behind it but Wanda wasn’t given the expression you thought she would give.

Wanda didn’t respond.

“Wands.” You breathed. “Come with me?” 

Wanda shook her head, “I don’t want to.”

“Please?” You pouted.

You knew Wanda couldn’t escape the pout. 

“Fine. Where are we going?”

“Art studio.” You said, “I want to experiment on something…”

Wanda reluctantly agreed, taking your head and following you towards the attic where your studio was built. Wanda loved spending her time with you in here, studying your features as you painted. 

“Strip for me.” 

“No.” 

“Trust me okay?”

“I don’t want you to see me naked, I don’t look how I used to be.”

You took in a breath, “Wands. Just trust the process okay? Just lay down on your back, and let me just surprise you.”

Wanda did as she was told, stripping completely to her naked truth. She lay on the floor, grinning as she watched your pupils grow.  “What are you up to?” 

“I’m an artist. You are the canvas.” 

“What do I get out of this? And, How does this make me feel better?”

“I said, trust the process.” 

Wanda laughed, “This process better be good.”

You planted a small kiss on Wanda’s forehead, scattering around to fetch the equipment you needed. Once everything was in reach, you positioned your legs on either side of Wanda leaning down to plant a row of kisses down her belly. 

“I’m going to paint on you. I’m going to show you how beautiful you are with the marks okay?” You grinned. “Stay still and let me concentrate.” 

“Yes, ma'am.”

As you began to mix your primary colours together, you moved your free hand to draw small hearts around her chest area. “Beautiful.”

Wanda blushed, arching her back to remove a hair strand from your face. 

“Still.”

Wanda laughed at your seriousness and went back down to her position. Once the colours were to the shade you wanted, your hand moves instinctively to the right spot, just below her breast area, and you began to slowly paint strokes of mulberry purple onto her breast. 

You then went on and began to paint more strokes onto Wanda’s body praising her each time you painted over a stretch mark. “You are insanely beautiful, baby. It makes me sad that you don’t see yourself the way I see you. You are perfect, and honestly? I think I’m going to use your body as a canvas more often.”

“Is this just a way so you can see me naked?”

“No.” You frowned. “Yes.”

“You’re such a flirt.”

“Can’t help it when I have a beautiful woman to love and cherish?” 

“You really think I’m beautiful?”

“Of course I do. I think you are 10x sexier than you were before you gave birth. I have so much more to explore, and so much love to give you. I don’t think I will ever get tired of your body.”

“Gimme a kiss.” Wanda laughed. 

“Now she wants a kiss…” You muttered, leaning forward carefully as you didn’t want to ruin that artwork. 

“Now she wants a kiss… Women, I swear.”

Wanda hits you playfully, “Are you insulting me?”

“Technically, no.” 

“Just get back to work.”

“Yes, Ma'am.”

After you were done with painting Wanda, you quickly toggled yourself off her, grabbing your polaroid camera. 

“A moment that lasts forever.” You whispered as you took the picture. 

As you helped Wanda up, you noticed that you both had 10 minutes to spare before the twins work up. “Do you reckon that I could have a meal before the twins wake up?”

Wanda hummed, “What would you like?”

“You.” 

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