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Poly!141 x Fem!Reader - Homecoming

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Warnings: Insecurities, unsure on relationship status, long distance relationship, worry, anxiety, build up to smut (yes there will be a smutty pt2).

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It was weird being back at the base after being away for so long. 

After the last few months, you thought you’d be happy to be back home and you were…but there was just a niggling feeling of anxiety that you just couldn’t seem to shake. 

Of course that wasn’t because of the base itself, more so because of the people that you knew would be there. 

You’d tried to keep in touch with your John, Simon, Jonny and Kyle, but it wasn’t nearly as often as you should’ve. 

You were on the other side of the world in a different time zone, one that had very little signal. 

You were on a solo mission and that kept you busy enough, then there was the de-brief after the success of the mission that seemed to go on for hours. 

Whenever you did get a chance to call them, you always tried to keep the conversation short, knowing that the more you spoke to them, the more you’d miss them.

You also didn’t want to disturb them, knowing that they were busy on their mission too. 

You persuaded yourself that you were doing the right thing, but now that you’re back, you felt like you just put more distance between you and them. 

Which now made you anxious to see them again. 

You didn’t know how they felt. 

Your relationship with them was so new. 

You didn’t know if they’d missed you, the same way you hated to admit that you missed them. 

What if they were angry about the short conversations?

Or what if they simply realised that things between you and them wouldn’t work out; that it was better to remain professional where you were concerned? 

Part of you wanted to avoid them for that very reason. 

Rejection. 

It terrified you. 

But when you got to your bunk, you found a folded piece of paper on the centre of your pillow. 

“My office, 18:00, no excuses ~ John.”

You knew you couldn’t avoid them now, no matter how badly part of you wanted to, because you knew them well enough to know that they would probably come and find you if you didn’t show up. 

~~~~~

You showed up, desperately trying to ignore the anxiety that was gnawing away at your heart when you quietly opened the door to John’s office. 

You were a couple of minutes early, but everyone else was already there. 

John was the first person you saw, his sleeves were rolled up, exposing the scars he’d gained from previous missions. 

He was pouring a bottle of scotch into five glasses in front of him; it wasn’t a cheap bottle either, not like the type he normally pulled out when spirits needed lifting. 

No, this was a decent bottle of scotch. 

Something that you might be able to drink without wanting to throw up at the first sip. 

Simon was opposite him, his tall frame sitting slightly slouched in the chair. 

Kyle was sitting to the right of Simon, casually tossing popcorn at Johnny, who was sitting on the other side of Simon, trying to catch the popcorn in his mouth. 

And then there was you.

Still standing at the door, watching them. 

You felt like you were intruding on a special moment that they were all sharing.

You’d been a part of their team for about a year, but you’d only been romantically involved with them for a few months prior to your most recent mission. 

You weren’t sure if you had the right to be here. 

You could just back out of the room and leave them to it. 

Simply act like you never received the note from John. 

They were safe; you tried to persuade yourself that that could be enough for you.

“Bloody finally,” Johnny breathed, rising to his feet, wrapping his arms around you before you could even fully process what was happening. 

Once your mind had finally caught up with the situation, you wrapped your arms around his neck, his grip on you only tightening as you did you. 

Then he let out a long shaky breath, one that sounded like he was about to burst into tears. 

“Hey,” you whispered not knowing what else to say, feeling slightly overwhelmed not only by the closeness between the both of you but by the tidal wave of emotions that were washing over you. 

Kyle was next. 

His arms replacing Johnnys immediately, wrapping around you as he buried his face in your shoulder, “Missed you so fuckin’ much,”

“I missed you too,” you admitted quietly, blinking away the tears that were threatening to fall from your Y/e/c eyes. 

Then there was Simon. 

His arms were folded and his face was unreadable under the mask he was wearing. 

His steps towards you were slow, but it wasn’t long before he was standing in front of you. 

He stared at you for a long moment, as though he was trying to read your mind, before raising his hand to your face. 

His thumb delicately traced along the dark circle that you knew was under your eyes. 

“You look tired,” he mumbled, his eyes narrowing slightly in concern. 

“I am,” you answered truthfully. 

“You rarely called,” he said; his words were not an accusation but a fact, one that made the forming lump in your throat grow. 

You prepared yourself mentally for his touch to vanish and you couldn’t help but feel a wave of relief when his hand stayed. 

“We worried,” he continued, in a much softer tone, clearly sensing the sadness you were feeling. 

“I didn’t want it be a distraction,” you began quietly, “didn’t want to disturb you guys whilst you were on a mission too,”

Simon shook his head slightly, his eyes still locked on yours. 

“That’s now how this works,” he responded quietly, “your safety is always on our minds, especially if we’re not there,”

You didn’t know what to say to his words. 

Your lips parted before closing again, only to part again, quickly closing again. 

You were trying to think of something to say. 

“I get it,” he added after a moment, dropping his hand for your face.

You instantly missed his touch, yearning for it to come back, but it didn't.

“I do, we all do,” he continued, glancing briefly at the others, “next time don’t shut us out completely, yeah?”

You nodded, swallowing hard, “I’m sorry,”

Simons said nothing, he just gave you a simple nod, stepping aside so John could approach. 

John was quiet; he simply handed you a glass of water, his eyes scanning over you as though he was assessing your physical and mental state in one sweep. 

“Drink,” he said simply. 

You took the glass, hating how your hand was shaking slightly as you wrapped your hand around the small glass.

 It wasn’t the scotch you’d seen John pour, you glanced around him to see those five glasses still on his desk. 

“Hydration is important,” he reminded you, lightly brushing his fingers across your cracked lips. 

It had been such a busy day you honestly couldn’t remember the last time you’d had a drink. 

You were terrible at remembering to stay hydrated; and it was only when John pointed it out that you realised just how thirsty you really were. 

So you didn’t hesitate in downing the drink.

It was ice cold in your mouth, and that coldness travelled down to your chest as you drank it; grateful for the small distraction it allowed your mind to have. 

“Now sit,” John continued, gesturing towards the seat that was between Johnny and Simon’s, “you’re not a guest, or an outsider, you’re ours,”

The way he said it, with so much certainty and quiet intensity, made your chest ache. 

Ours....

You gave him a small smile before walking past him and taking your seat. 

Johnny immediately placed his hand on your knee; grounding you in the moment, sensing your anxiety.

Simon didn’t take his seat; he simply made his way to the desk that John was now sitting behind, leaning against it. 

Kyle sat on the other side of you instead, his hand intertwining his fingers with yours, showing you that you were supported. 

“None of us handled the distance well,” John began, once everyone had quietened down, “we were worried sick, and yeah we were a little annoyed at times…”

He paused for a second, giving you a small smile, similar to the one you’d given him not too long ago, “but mostly, we missed you,”

“I wasn’t sure if you would,”

Simon let out a low scoff at your words.

Johnny muttered a shocked “What?”

And Kyle’s grip on your hand tightened. 

“That’s what you thought?” John asked with a raised eyebrow and evident hurt in his voice. 

You were ashamed to admit it. 

Ashamed to admit one of your biggest fears.

Terrified to get rejection from them. 

“I just…I didn’t know where we stood,” you answered his question, not daring to look at anyone, instead keeping your eyes fixed down on the floor, “Everything was so new when I got sent on the mission...I just wasn’t sure how serious you all were about this, if the time I was away would change things…”

“It did change things,” Simon stated, kneeling down so he was now in your sight; your eyes met his and you mentally prepared yourself for the worst. 

“We can tell you how much we missed you, how much you mean to us…or…” 

He was shuffling closer towards you until he was kneeling in front of your legs.

“…Or?” You asked, the question nearly catching in your throat, watching as a devilish glint began to twinkle in Simon’s eyes. 

A look that turned you on more than you cared to admit.

“Or we can show ye, Bon,” Johnny whispered, leaning over to you, placing a soft kiss just under the shell of your ear, as his hand slowly began to spread one of your legs. 

“It’s your choice baby,” Kyle added, his lips leaving feather light kisses along your neck, his hand remained holding yours as he nudged your knee a little. 

The space Johnny and Kyle had made, allowing Simon to get even closer to you.

You glanced at John, who was transfixed at the sight in front of him and then you glanced down at Simon who was patiently waiting between your legs, for you to give him an answer. 

“Show me…” you breathed; the anticipation of Simon’s touch already making you aroused. 

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Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 16)

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Warnings: Angst, feelings of guilt, regret and helplessness, threats to life, blackmail, medical inaccuracies, comas, mentions of surgery, mentions of killing/death

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You woke to the steady beeping of the heart monitor that was hooked up to Y/f/n; relief washing over you that they’d made it through the night. 

You were staring at them, hoping that they’d make some sort of funny or witty quip at your prolonged stares, but all you were met with was silence. 

A lump formed in your throat as you remembered what the nurse had told you last night. 

That they were in a coma.

You didn’t know when Y/f/n would wake up; but you were making sure of one thing, that you were going to be by their side through all of it. 

One of the nurses on the evening shift said that they might be able to hear you, so talking to them may help. 

But you didn’t know what to say to them except sorry. 

That was all you could think about saying because what else could you say to them? 

You couldn’t act like things were perfectly normal, not with Phillip and his threats. 

You don’t know how long you were muttering apologies for; but a significant amount of time had clearly passed given that the sun was now beaming through the window in the room. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, watching as the sun shone onto their skin. 

Y/f/n hated sunlight. 

It was a running joke between the two of you that they were a vampire. 

Memories of them hissing at the slightest bit of sunlight that slipped through their curtains when you were at college with them flooded your mind. 

You knew you probably weren’t meant to, but you went over and closed the blinds a little before sitting back in the chair that you’d spent the night in. 

“I’ll tell the nurses not to open the blind too much,” you whispered to them softly, placing your hand back on top of theirs. 

“The nurse told me you might be able to hear me, if that’s true I know you’re probably bored shitless of my apologies…But I’m so sorry I dragged you into this” you continued after a long pause, your voice quieter now, “just hang on, okay, just hang on…open your eyes, raise a finger, twitch your nose….just something…anything…”

The silence you were sitting in continued. 

The only noise in the room was the continued beeping of the machine, it should’ve brought you comfort, but it didn’t. 

Instead, it put you on edge. 

Making you worry, knowing that the steady beeping of it could change in an instant. 

You kept your eyes on them; terrified to look away in case something happened. 

They were peaceful. 

Too peaceful. 

To most it would just look like they were asleep; but you’d known them long enough that this wasn’t just them asleep. 

For a start they were on their back, and you knew Y/f/n found it almost impossible to fall asleep on their back, they’d always sleep on their side, alternating between them throughout the evening. 

Their nose also hadn’t crinkled at all, the whole time you’d been in here.

They hadn’t muttered anything like they so often did in their sleep; granted you hadn’t spent many nights with them recently, but you didn’t think that little quirk had magically disappeared suddenly. 

“I don’t know what happens next,” you admitted; to yourself as much as to them, “I don’t know how to face Phillip without you…I don’t know how to be without you…”

For the best part of a decade, Y/f/n had been by your side, they were the other half of you, and now there was a possibility that you could lose that half of you. 

That you could lose them. 

You squeezed their hand, hoping that somehow they’d feel it. 

“But I’m not going anywhere,” you promised, “not now. Not ever,”

The monitor to your side kept its rhythm. 

And then you heard the door creak open behind you: 

You turned instinctively, your body tensing almost immediately, before you’d even seen who’d come through the door. 

It was like your body knew who it was.

The footsteps were too heavy for the doctors and nurses you’d grown accustomed too.

Then you saw him. 

Phillip. 

“You should be resting,” he pointed out to you: but you simply rolled your eyes at his ‘concern’. 

There was no way in hell you were going to stay in a room by yourself when Y/f/n was here. 

“How are they?” He asked, taking a step closer to the two of you.

You didn’t answer him right away. 

Your hand stayed on Y/f/ns, grousing you, like your grip could somehow protect the both of you from Phillip and his threats. 

If only it was that simple....

“They’re still here,” you finally said, your voice steady despite the fact that all you wanted to do was shout at him to get the fuck out of the room. 

“Why are you here, Phillip?” You continued, moving your focus back to Y/f/n, knowing that your anger would only continue to grow the longer you looked at him. 

“I’m just checking in, on both of you,”

“Touching,” you bit back, sarcastically; not really caring if he felt guilty about the situation or not. 

“Y/n,” he sighed, you could see him out of the corner of your eye, could see how close he’d gotten, “I thought we were past this.”

You wanted to lunge out of your chair and slap him for such a comment. 

How did he think you were going to have moved past this? 

Did he think that you’d forgive everything now that he’d told you the truth?

“My best friend is lying in a hospital bed because of you and your boss, do you honestly expect me to act normal with you like nothing's happened?” 

He stared at you, clearly trying to work out what to say. 

“Sooner or later, you’ll have to move past this,” his eyes glanced down at the engagement ring in your finger, “we’re getting married after all,”

“I’m marrying you because you threatened people I care about, not because I love you,” you explained with a harshness in your voice.

“You really think the people you care about will be safe if you keep giving me death glares at any given opportunity and talking to me like you hate me,”

“I do hate you,” you corrected him, hating every single minute that you were in his company. 

“Well you need to work out how to change those feelings,” he said, before walking back to the door. 

You thought he was leaving. 

And you felt a brief sense of relief; that was until he didn’t disappear behind the door; instead someone else walked in. 

Your heart sank, instantly recognising then man that had walked into the room. 

Marcus Ortega. 

You didn’t know him, not really, you hadn’t had many conversations with him, all you knew about him was that he worked with Phillip. 

Which meant he worked for Shepherd. 

“Marcus is gonna be keepin’ an eye on you and Y/f/n when I can’t,” Phillip said, his words making your blood run cold. 

“I don’t need a babysitter,” you hissed out, glancing between Marcus and Phillip. 

You weren’t a child. 

Nor were you stupid. 

Marcus was here because Phillip wanted someone to keep an eye on you to ensure that John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle couldn’t come anywhere near you; and so you couldn’t leave. 

But you weren’t going to. 

You wouldn’t risk people’s lives just for your own happiness. 

But it seemed that Phillip trusted you now about as much as you trusted him. 

Marcus was proof of that. 

“He’s not a babysitter, honey,” Phillip clarified softly, “think of him more as a protector,” 

You stared at Phillip, trying to process the audacity of what he’d just said. 

Protector. 

The word tasted sour in your mouth. 

“He’s simply here to make sure you stay safe,” the words fell far too casually from his lips.

You glanced back to Y/f/n, your hand still wrapped around theirs, like it was the only tether you had left to reality. 

Because it was. 

You felt Phillips presence at your back, like he was a shadow haunting you, “you don’t have to make this harder for yourself honey, just accept the situation, play your part and keep everyone safe,”

“I know what to do,” you replied back coldly. 

You were not a child. 

You knew what you needed to do. 

You didn’t need to be patronised by him. 

Phillip opened his mouth to say something, but the ping of his phone halted his words. 

He pulled the phone from his pocket, checking it quickly before placing it back in his pocket. 

“I’ve got to go,” he said, already heading to the door again, “Marcus will be around, don’t try anything, he’s very good at his job.”

You didn’t say anything. 

Didn’t need to. 

It wasn’t long before Phillip disappeared behind the door, yet Marcus remained where he was, his hands folded in front of him, his stance neutral but alert.

Watching. 

He wasn’t nervous, or twitchy or unsure. 

He knew the kind of man who knew exactly what he was doing, and who he was doing it for. 

He was here to keep you inside this trap. 

And you would play this part he had you in for as long as you had to, hoping that John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle would hurry up in finding and killing Shepherd so you could finally have your life back. 

Maybe you and Y/f/n could move far away and get that book café the two of you were talking about. 

~~~~~~

“Any word from Kate,” Johnny asked John; for about the seventh time in the last hour. 

“She said she’ll call us if she finds something out, Johnny,” Simon answered on John’s behalf this time, after hearing the Captain answer every time prior. 

It would’ve been a lie to say that they weren’t exhausted or on edge. 

Because they were. 

They’d been calling all of their contacts for information, scouring through old files with previous safe house locations; going through files of missions trying to locate where Shepherd could be. 

“We should get some rest,” Kyle said, watching as a yawn fell from Johnny's lips. 

Kyle didn’t want to stop searching, knowing that every second counted…knowing that every second they delayed meant an extra second that you were suffering, and they didn’t want that. 

Couldn’t stand that. 

But Kyle knew his partners; knew that although they didn’t need a lot of sleep to function, they at least needed some. 

Something that they hadn’t had since they left the hospital. 

And there was only so much caffeine they could have before it started losing its effects. 

“We need to get her out,” Johnny said through gritted teeth. 

“I know,” Kyle agreed softly, noticing how Simon’s hand was on Johnnys shoulder, grounding the Scotsman. 

The room was dim, lit only by the screens around them alongside the lamp in the corner of the room.

Papers were scattered everywhere, on the table, on the floor, some were pinned to the wall; maps, surveillance photos, any and every detail they could find out about Shepherd or Graves. 

“Shepherds smart, but he’s not invincible, we’re gonna find him,” John assured the men around him; not wanting to dwell on the possibility of hitting another dead end, like they had so many times before. 

Kyle looked over at him then at Simon, whose eyes hadn’t left the file he’d been scanning over, but who also hadn’t turned a single page in the last ten minutes. 

“We could rest in shifts?” Kyle suggested, “two of us get some shut eye for a few hours, the other two keep working then we swap. That way we're not all burning ourselves out,”

“I’ll stay up,” John answered without hesitation. 

“Me too,” Simon murmured,  his attention now on  Johnny and Kyle. 

Johnnys jaw tightened as he turned to look at Simon, “you’ll wake us if Kate calls?”

“Course,” Simon promised with a small nod. 

A sigh fell from Johnnys lips as he rose to his feet, mumbling a quick goodnight to everyone before slowly walking to through the door out of the living room. 

Kyle followed, pausing in the middle of the doorway. 

He glanced back once. 

Simon was scanning the file again, John was on his feet, staring at the map on the wall, like if he stared at it long enough the missing pieces would simply fall into place. 

Kyle hoped they could find something. 

Anything. 

He thought when he got into bed the exhaustion of the day would send him to sleep quickly, as it seemed to have with Johnny. 

Who despite his tossing and turning, was now sleeping somewhat peacefully wrapped in Kyle’s arms. 

But sleep didn’t come easy to Kyle, instead his mind was racing with thoughts of you. 

Your face

Your laugh. 

The sound of you saying his name. 

Then he’d remember the crash. 

The sheer terror he felt coursing through his veins as he tried to get an answer from you. 

And he remembered how you looked in the hospital, a shell of yourself, the joyful glint in your eyes slowly dimming away, thanks to Graves and Shepherd. 

He wished he could talk to you somehow.  

Just to tell you to hang tight; to assure you that they were going to get you out of this and that you wouldn’t have to go through with this marriage Graves was holding over you. 

He also just wanted to apologise to you, for everything; for even coming into your life in the first place…if they hadn’t, then none of this would’ve happened and you’d be living happily living your life. 

Kyle wasn’t a man who dwelled on guilt. 

He’d learned early on in his career that guilt got people killed. 

It clouded judgments. 

Slowed reflexes. 

Guilt and regret were dangerous feelings to have on a mission. 

But this…you, you weren’t a mission. 

You weren’t just collateral damage in this feud that Shepherd and Graves had against himself and his partners. 

You were the part of him that felt like home, and he knew the others felt the same. 

And now you were trapped by the very people his team had once called friends. 

They pushed you away. 

After promising to protect you. 

To keep you safe. 

To try and do what they all believed at the time was the right thing.

But in doing so, they only  made it easier for Graves to worm his way into your life. 

And now you were the one suffering at the hands of your own Fiance, all because they’d gotten involved and tried to do the right thing again. 

All of it was simply a reminder that doing what is believed to be right, simply doesn’t matter. 

If they hadn’t done what they thought was right, you’d still be with them, safe and sound. 

And none of this would've ever happened...

Guilt. 

Regret. 

Grief.

Mixing with an aching weight of love that he had no idea what to do with anymore. 

They were all emotions that he was finally allowing himself to feel. 

He stared up at the ceiling, feeling it all, before his eyes got too heavy to keep open, and he fell asleep. 

But his sleep wasn’t peaceful. 

Not by a long shot. 

It probably wouldn't ever be again until you were finally safe.

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Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 15)

I hope you all enjoy this!💛

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Catch up on the previous part here: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13 / Part 14 / Part 16

Warnings: Angst, feelings of guilt and helplessness, threats to life, blackmail, medical inaccuracies, comas, mentions of surgery, mentions of killing/death

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John didn’t want to leave you, he had to fight every instinct inside of him that was screaming at him to do the exact opposite. 

To stay. 

To kill Graves right where he stood. 

But that wasn’t an option. 

He couldn’t stay, not with the look you’d given him.

Pleading silently for him to walk away.

Even now, standing outside that sterile hospital room, he couldn’t shake the weight of your gaze.

That look had said everything you couldn’t say aloud.

It wasn’t just a pleading look, but also one of quiet recognition.

It was a look he’d seen before in, in hostage debriefs, warzones, extraction rooms.

When a person is so desperate to speak with their eyes because even the utterance of a single word might cost someone their life. 

And now it was a look that was hauntingly within your y/e/c eyes. 

Graves had threatened you.

And not just you.

John assumed he threatened Y/f/n as well as your friends and your family.

Hell, Graves probably threatened everyone you’d ever cared about. 

He would.

That’s the kind of man he was.

There was no way you’d ever agree to marry him, not after everything you knew.

Not unless there was a reason behind it. 

That was the only explanation that made sense

But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

Didn’t make it easier to breathe.

Didn’t stop the way his hands clenched at his sides, as though sheer rage alone might hold him together.

He glanced at Kyle; who’d been close to his side ever since they left the room.

John could see the pain mixed with fury in his eyes that mirrored his own as they patiently waited for Johnny and Simon to leave your hospital room. 

There was no denying that both of them were a little apprehensive, the minutes feeling like hours as they leaned against the wall opposite your room; both of them had their eyes fixed on the door in front of them. 

Then; the door finally creaked open. 

Johnny stepped out first, slower now, like all the energy had been knocked clean out of him. 

Simon followed close behind, letting the door swing closed behind him, the sound oddly final. 

John could hear it in the heaviness of Simon's footsteps. 

And that was enough to symbolise how he was feeling. 

“She’s not staying with him because she wants to,” Simon said, more so to Johnny than anyone else; he was trying to console the Scotsman. 

“That wasn’t her in there,” Kyle added,“Not really.”

“She’s in survival mode,” John muttered, a big sigh falling from his lips; his eyes regaining  focus on the door that you were trapped behind. 

“Graves threatened her,” Kyle said, quiet but sure. His words were not  a question. 

But a statement.

Simon nodded grimly. “Figured as much.”

A long silence settled between them like fog. Dense. 

Almost suffocating.

Johnny was the one who broke it, an evident rage in his voice, though his volume was quiet enough no one else apart from the three men around him would hear, “That bastard tried to kill us. Now he’s got her wearin’ a ring like it’s some fuckin’ fairy tale,”

He took in a sharp breath before continuing, “We can’t let her marry him.”

“We won’t,” John said, tone clipped and cold, his eyes moving to look at men in front of him. 

That voice was familiar to all three of the men surrounding him, it was the voice he used before everything went to hell, right before a mission kicked off. 

Right before bodies hit the ground.

“But if we act now,” he continued, “Graves will make good on his threats. Or Shepherd will.”

“And we can’t protect everyone at once,” Kyle pointed out, “Not yet. Not until we know who’s really in the line of fire.”

John looked around at them, his partners, his team…

Tension thrummed between them like a coiled wire, vibrating just beneath the skin.

No one said it. 

They didn’t have to.

They felt it too.

That fire.

A protective fire that burned when someone came for someone they cared about. 

They’d seen friends taken before and they’d seen friends killed before . 

They’d seen lives be torn apart by men just like Graves.

They weren’t going to let it happen to you.

They weren't going to leave you.

Not again.

John's memory wandered to what Kate had said earlier; knowing that getting you away and free from Graves didn’t mean they were going to get you back. 

They could do all of this, and you could hate them. 

Blame them. 

He wouldn’t blame you if that’s how you felt. 

This mess, everything that had happened, John knew it was his fault. 

If he’d just been honest with you from the start, they could’ve protected you and none of this would’ve happened. 

You and Y/f/n wouldn’t have been in the crash. 

Y/f/n wouldn’t be fighting for their life in surgery.

You wouldn’t be forced to marry Graves to protect everyone you cared about.

This was his fault. 

All of it. 

You should blame him. 

Should hate him. 

He’d understand. 

He’d understand If you never wanted to see him, or any of them again. 

He deserved it. 

Deserved your anger and your hatred. 

And he’d gladly walk away from you, if that’s what you wanted, even though it would crush his heart all over again. 

And he knew it would crush Kyle, Simon and Johnny too. 

But he also knew that if that’s what you truly wanted, then they would not hesitate to do just that. 

But there was no way in hell that he was going to let you go through with this marriage. 

He was going to right this wrong. 

“We do what we do best. I’ll call Kate and we’ll gather intel. Then we find Shepherd,” John explained simply; knowing that Shepherd was the true mastermind behind this plan; Graves is simply a puppet that he’s using to complete it. 

“And then?” Kyle asked, already knowing the answer.

“Then we kill him, and once we’ve killed him, we kill Graves.” John's voice was steady but tense, almost in a warning tone. “This won’t be easy,”

He didn’t doubt that the men infront of him would follow him; but he wasn’t going to drag them along into what was potential a suicide mission without giving them the choice first. 

It was then that Johnny finally moved. Cracked his neck, then his knuckles. Like he was getting ready for a fight, “When’s it ever been?”

“We handle it, just like we have every mission before,” Simon stated, with a short nod of his head.

That was the last one any of them spoke and they began walking out of the hospital; the mission clear in all of their minds. 

~~~~~~

You hated hospitals. 

Hated how alone you felt inside them.

Barely any social interaction, no phone to distract yourself with seeing as that was destroyed in the crash….nothing.

You couldn’t even call any of your family or even your other friends because Phillip’s threat was hanging heavy like a noose around your neck. 

You were completely alone in this room. 

And all you could do was replay everything that had happened in the last few days. 

How a man you loved and trusted, turned out to be exactly what you’d been warned about. 

You didn’t trust Phillip, not anymore. 

No matter how many times he tried to tell you that John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle were trying to manipulate the situation and use it to their advantage. 

Granted, you had your own feelings about your exes; and deep down, you were still hurt by what they did, how they'd kept things from you because they thought they knew better…or at least John did.

And you were furious at them. 

Furious at them for breaking things off with you without an explanation. 

Furious at how they suddenly thought they could just appear back in your life as though nothing had ever happened. 

Furious about the fact that you let them close to you again, both before and after the crash; you’d let yourself be vulnerable around them and you shouldn’t have. 

Because as much as you wanted to be away from Phillip; you didn’t know if they were the people you wanted to be around either. 

But, you also knew that they were the only people who could get you out of this marriage. 

The difference between them and Phillip; they didn’t try to kill you; nor did they threaten everyone you’d ever cared about. 

They’d never done that. 

And you were pretty certain that if you decided to leave them all behind after they succeeded in what you believed…and hoped they were planning; that they would understand. 

Phillip? 

You weren’t even sure if he was capable of such a thing. 

He said that he loved you; but what he was showing you wasn’t love. 

It was control. 

He wanted to control you, knowing that as long as he did so, he controlled John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle. 

You were nothing more than a pawn to him; and he was nothing more than an obedient soldier to Shepherd. 

The creak of the door opening broke you away from your thoughts. 

It wasn’t until you saw the familiar face of the nurse who’d been looking after you since your arrival came in, that you released a breath you hadn’t even noticed you’d been holding.

“My shifts over now, but I thought you’d like to know that your friend is out of surgery,”

Relief surged through you for a split second; until you took in the nurse's expression. 

“They’re in a coma,” the nurse clarified somberly; and those four words were enough to make you feel like all the air had been drained from the room. 

Everything seemed to turn into a blur after that; you think you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. 

The nurse was saying something to you but you weren’t really paying enough attention to register what they were saying. 

The only words you actually remember the nurse saying to you was, “Do you want to see them?” 

Of course it took you a second to process the question you’d been asked, but then you nodded again, still unsure that any words you attempted to say wouldn’t morph into a sob.

The nurse had obviously already assumed what your answer would be, seeing as the second you nodded your head they brought in a wheelchair for you. 

The journey through the hospital to Y/f/n felt painfully slow; you wanted to see them. 

Needed to see them. 

But when you got to their door, you were suddenly unsure about seeing them. 

Selfishly, because of the guilt that you knew would grow inside you, the minute you saw them lying there. 

Then the logical part of your brain kicked in; reminding you of the reality of the situation. 

That this was as much your fault as it was anyone's; you brought these men into your life…introduced them to your friends…to your family, and it was because of you that there was a target on everyone's back. 

All because as Yf/n said, “Your taste is men is absolutely fucking shocking…”

You weren’t going to leave them. 

Weren’t going to let them go through this on their own. 

If they wanted nothing more to do with you when you woke up, you’d just have to deal with that situation then, but for now, you weren’t going to leave their side unless you had to. 

With another short nod, the nurse wheeled you into their room; to Y/f/n's bedside, and that was where the nurse left you before saying goodbye. 

You placed your hand on top of theirs, tears falling from your eyes as you muttered a string of apologies that you doubted Y/f/n could hear; but that didn’t stop you from continuing to do so.

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Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 14)

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If looks could kill you were sure Phillip would’ve dropped down dead on the floor in an instant. 

You could feel the anger radiating off of the four men around you as they looked at the Texan by the door. 

Kyle’s hand remained on yours, giving it a gentle squeeze, not caring that Phillip could probably see.

John and Johnny were now on their feet, standing protectively at your side and Simon had moved from Johnny's side, to the foot of the bed, blocking Phillip from looking at you.  

“The fuck are you doin’ here, Graves?” Johnny practically growled at Phillip, his Scottish accent becoming thicker in his anger. 

You could just about see him past Simon’s muscular build, but Johnny's words didn’t seem to bother Phillip at all though.

“I’m here to see my Fiance,” you heard him answer. The way he emphasised the word ‘Fiance’ making your chest tighten slightly. 

It baffled you how he could still use that word with such ease; like your relationship wasn’t built on lies…

“She doesn’t want to see you,” John bluntly snapped back.

“I think Y/n can speak for herself, don’t you, Captain?” Phillip questioned, patronisation lacing his voice as he took a few steps forward. 

You watched as John mirrored his actions, stepping away from the bed and towards Phillip, but his steps were interrupted when Simon stepped in front of him. 

“Take one more step,” Simon goaded; his fists clenched at his side. 

This isn’t what you wanted. 

If Simon hit him he’d be removed from the hospital, they all would, meaning that anyone could get into this room…

As angry as you were at Phillip, you still needed answers. 

Answers about him, about your relationship and about Shepherd.

You also needed to know what his involvement in this crash was.

One thing you were sure of was that if the four other men remained in this room, you wouldn’t get any of those answers. 

“It’s okay,” you spoke, giving Kyle’s hand a quick squeeze before pulling your hand away from his. 

You might as well have just slapped each one of your exes round the face with the look three of them were giving you right now. 

Simon however didn’t look at you; he didn’t take his eyes away from Phillip, and you knew why. 

Of course you did. 

“Can you guys wait outside?” You asked softly, trying to ignore the pain your heart felt as you looked around at them all. 

None of them could understand what you were doing, why you wanted to talk to Phillip after everything you knew; but they didn’t want to argue with you. 

They wanted to rebuild the trust they once had with you. 

And the only way you were going to start to trust them again was if they trusted you.

“Are you sure?” Kyle whispered his question as though he was saying a secret that he only wanted you to hear; worry swimming in his eyes. 

You nodded, forcing a small smile onto your lips, “I’m sure,”

Were you sure? 

No.

You weren’t really sure of anything anymore; but the only way you could get answers was by talking to Phillip, even if the thought of being alone with him in the room made you feel uneasy. 

“Five minutes” John began much to the disbelief of the Scotsman opposite him.

“John-” Johnny interrupted; his brows furrowing in confusion at the words he’d just heard. 

“Five minutes,” John repeated, glancing at Johnny before his blue eyes met yours, “after that we’re coming back in.”

“Thank you,” you said, forcing another smile onto your lips. 

John knew as well as Kyle did that the smile on your lips was fake; but it was clear that you wanted to talk to Phillip and even if they couldn’t understand why, they had to trust that you had a reason. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of her,” Phillip taunted as Johnny, John and Kyle began to make their way out of the room. 

“Si-”

You watched as his unclenched upon hearing his name from your lips.

“You do anything to her, and I’ll kill you right here,” Simon warned Phillip.

“Ghost, that is not nice,” Phillip replied back with a smirk on his face. 

You thought Simon was going to punch that smirk from Phillip’s face; part of you wished he did, the other part of you wished that you could get up from the bed and just do it yourself.

Would it give you the answers you needed? 

No? 

Would it make you feel a little better? 

Yes it would. 

But you couldn’t move from the bed you were in without being in agony. 

So you were stuck having to be reasonable. 

Hoping that Phillip would slip up like he had at the house before. 

Much to your surprise, Simon simply walked past Phillip and headed towards the door John was holding open for him. 

Leaving you alone with your Fiancé. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, taking a few steps towards your bed, sitting down in the chair that Kyle had been sitting in moments before. 

There was genuine concern in not just his eyes, but his voice as well.

“I’m fine,” your reply was blunt; you didn’t want to talk about how you were. 

The only reason he was here right now was because you wanted to see the look in his eyes as he lied to you. 

To have proof that everything you'd once believed was a love story was lie.

“What happened?” 

“Surprised you don’t know,” you snapped; but his face remained neutral, unphased completely by the venom in your voice. 

“Why would I know, honey?” He asked innocently; so much so that he almost fooled you. 

Almost. 

“Why wouldn’t you know? Isn’t this what you and Shepherd planned? How else would you know I was here?” 

He was clearly taken aback by your questions; his eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he processed your words. 

“I only found out you were here when I got a call from the hospital,” he began; taking a breath before continuing, “I don’t know what those men told you-”

“They told me that Shepherds’ been in hiding since Mexico,” you began, a humourless laugh falling from your lips, “which is bizarre considering we got an engagement card from him five months ago.”

You were waiting. 

Waiting for him to try and lie. 

To deceive you like he had done so many times before in your relationship.

But he didn’t. 

He didn’t say anything. 

He just stared at you.

“You and Shepherd are working together, you two planned this” you said; filling the silence that had descended upon the two of you. 

You weren’t asking him. 

You knew deep down he was. 

And the look in his eyes told you as much. 

“Y/n, I had nothing to do with this, I swear on-”

Something between a scoff and humourless chuckle slipped past your lips; utterly baffled that the man in front of you was trying to ‘swear’ that he had no part in this coincidental car crash, “You swear on what? On our relationship? On our love? On everything that’s just been a fucking lie”

“Y/n-”

You could feel the rage boiling in your veins; sitting up slightly, the anger pushing the pain shooting through your body to the back of your mind. 

“Was I just a pawn in your plan to hurt them?” you asked, nodding over to the men outside your room, tears already brimming in your eyes from the pure rage you were feeling. 

You hated the way your voice cracked as you asked the question; quickly blinking away the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to stop crying if you started and there was no way in hell you wanted to give Phillip the satisfaction of seeing you cry. 

Silence.

That was what your question was met with. 

Once again; the man who you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with, couldn’t even give you the truth to the questions you were asking. 

You went to open your mouth; to shout at him, to demand the truth. 

But his words silenced you instantly.

“Yes,” 

You felt your heart shatter at his answer. 

You weren’t entirely sure why; this is what you wanted. 

The truth. 

And deep down, you knew that this would be his answer. 

You just couldn’t quite believe that he was actually admitting to it. 

“Yes,” he continued, “You started out as being part of the plan to hurt the 141.”

He reached out to you, attempting to touch your hand, but you simply recoiled from his touch, making a frown tug on his lips. 

Did he seriously expect that he could just hold your hand after that admission? 

“But our love isn’t a lie,” Phillip added, making your eyes snap to his; fury evident on your face. 

Phillip was undeterred by your anger; continuing to talk calmly and gently, as though this was a perfectly normal conversation. 

“I love you, Y/n, I want to marry you, to grow old with you; this isn’t about them now, this is about us.” 

He placed his hand next to your side; already knowing that you didn’t want to actually be touched by him, “We could start fresh, just me and you…away from everyone,”

“What about Shepherd?”

“Shepherd won’t interfere as long as we’re married,”

“And what if I don’t want to marry you?” you retorted back, hearing a frustrated sigh fall from his lips. 

“Then you won’t be protected,” his voice unusually low, “Neither will Y/f/n, or any of your other friends, or your family, even mere acquaintances of yours will be at risk,”

“Sounds an awful lot like you’re threatening me,” 

“Don’t get confused honey, I’m not threatening you, I’m telling you what happens if you choose the 141 over me,”

"Don't patronise me," You seethed; hating the way he was talking to you as if you were just confused by what was happening.

“This was a warning,” he explained, “a warning that if you continue to keep those men in your life and don’t marry me, there will be consequences,”

“What if I don’t choose them either?” You offered, hoping that maybe, just maybe, if you could get away from all of them, leave them all behind you and the people you cared for would be safe. 

“That won't make a difference,” he dismissed your question quickly. 

You didn’t care about yourself getting hurt; this was your choice and if not marrying Phillip meant that you came to harm, you could deal with that. 

But Y/f/n….your other friends…your family…people that you cared about the most, people that you would do anything to protect; the thought of them coming to harm because of you made you want to be sick. 

The people you cared about had always been your weakness. 

Your mum used to tell you that you were too kind; that your heart was too big, you never saw that as something negative, not until now. 

Even if you ran; you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep everyone in your life safe. 

“Do you really want Y/f/n to die?”

You felt your jaw tighten, his question snapping you from your thoughts. 

Of course you didn’t. 

And he knew that. 

“‘Cos they will, if you don’t marry me,”

“You wouldn’t-” your voice barely above a whisper now; he was a soldier, and Shepherd was the one whose orders he followed…of course he would. 

Before you could say anything more to Phillip the door swung open; and in walked John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle. 

Those were a quick five minutes….

“Times up,” John hissed; but Phillip didn’t move. 

You knew what Phillip was waiting for. 

He was waiting for you to make a decision. 

Your eyes darted from Phillip, to the men who’d just walked in before settling back on Phillip. 

You didn’t want to be with Phillip; the thought was enough to make your skin crawl. 

But what option did you have, really? 

“We tried findin’ him- but every lead just ended up being a dead end,”. 

Johnny's words echoed through your mind as the realisation came to you. 

You and everyone you knew, were at risk as long as Shepherd was alive. 

If it wasn’t Phillip doing the killing, Shepherd would just send someone else to do it. 

If you knew there was hope of John and the others finding Shepherd soon, then perhaps it would be a chance you’d be willing to take. 

But by their own admission they had no idea where the General was….

Johnny and Simon walked closer to you and Phillip and you knew what they were going to do. 

They were going to throw Phillip out of your hospital room. 

And then that would be your decision made for you. 

They’d have made things worse without intending to. 

You didn’t want to be with Phillip; but you knew John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle couldn’t protect you or the others you cared about. 

“Don’t,” your words fell from your lips quicker than you could process them, halting the two men’s movements.

“Y/n?” Johnny questioned; pain slowly creeping into his eyes as if knowing what was about to happen. 

You could feel everyone’s eyes on you. 

And you hated it. 

Hated that you were letting Phillip win…

Hated that you were allowing him to blackmail you into marrying him. 

You extended your hand to Phillips; feeling your insides twist as he slipped his hand into yours; a smirk coming across his lips as he looked at Johnny and Simon. 

“Ye’ve gotta be jokin, Bon, c’mon-”

“Think my Fiancé has made her feelings quite clear,” Phillip interrupted, releasing your hand and rising from the seat, squaring up to Johnny and Simon. 

“Y/n-” John began; but his words trailed off the moment you looked at him. 

You hoped he was smart enough to see that you didn’t want this. 

That there was more going on. 

You hoped that look you two shared somehow told him everything you were feeling without you having to say a single word. 

“Let’s go,” John ordered, making both Johnny and Simon turn to look at him. 

“John?” the betrayal and confusion clear in the Scotsman’s voice; Kyle’s eyes mirroring the same confusion. 

“Let's go,” he repeated, his voice firmer now. 

Simon's eyes narrowed in confusion for a brief moment, watching as John and Kyle left the room.

Relief washed over you as you watched two of the four men leave; hoping that John knew what you were trying  to tell him. 

Simon wasn’t oblivious to the look you gave John, he could see that you didn’t want to be there, he wanted nothing more than to go pick you up from your bed and take you to a place he knew you’d be safe, but he knew he couldn’t. 

He knew Graves had said something to you.

But he couldn’t do anything about it right now, no matter how much he wanted to.  

So he simply placed his hand on Johnny's shoulder, attempting to guide him from the room, but Johnny simply stayed there, as if he was frozen to the spot. 

His eyes remained fixed on you. 

“You cannae marry him, Y/n,” he was pleading with you; the look in his eyes was enough to make your heart ache. 

“Johnny,” Simon mumbled, pushing the Scotsman slightly, just enough to make him move a little.

“Ye’re just gonna let this happen, Si? Let her marry him?”

Simon didn’t say anything in response to Johnny's questions; he just kept his hand placed on Johnny's shoulder, trying to gently guide him out of the room; but also mentally preparing to have to drag him out of there.

“I suggest you leave; before I get you all thrown out of here for distressing my Fiancé,” Phillip advised; but all you could hear was the smugness in his voice. 

You had to stop your eyes from rolling at his words, ‘distressing my Fiancé,’

The only person that was causing you distress right now, was him. 

Knowing that he was threatening your life along the safety of the people in your life, if you didn't go through with marrying him. 

“Johnny, let’s go,” Simon ordered now, thinking that he would be met with the same resistance he’d been previously met with, but this time, when Simon guided him away, Johnny moved. 

The two of them slowly made their way out of the hospital room, joining John and Kyle who were already outside. 

"Good choice," Phillip beamed, turning to you, lifting you hand to his lips, but you pulled your hand away before his lips touched your hand.

"I'll marry you, but if anyone else I care about gets hurt, I'll kill you myself, Graves," you promised, watching his the colour drain from his face as though he'd seen a ghost, and thankfully he didn't get a chance to respond before the nurse was shooing him from the room as visiting hours were over.

You asked the nurse about Y/f/n, but she didn't know anything apart from that they were still in surgery.

You had a plan to delay it for now....but as soon as Y/f/n was better you wouldn't be able to delay it any longer....

All you could hope, was that John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle found Shepherd before that happened.

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Poly!141 x Fem!Reader - Desires and Consequences

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, threesome

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You know Johnny has a high sex drive; so it’s no surprise that the minute he gets back from a mission, he’s all over you. 

He’s giving you sloppy, hungry kisses as he’s practically tearing your clothes from your body; his own clothes already a distant memory, tossed somewhere in the bedroom you’d both staggered into. 

He doesn’t care. 

All he cared about was you. 

Tasting you until you came around his tongue; only to fuck you with his cock until you were coming around him again. 

“That’s it Bon,” Johnny praises; feeling your walls tighten around, an action that triggered his own orgasm. 

He pulls out of you slowly, reluctantly, knowing that he’s not the only one in the room that wants you. 

Your post-orgasm mind is fuzzy as you lay on the bed, yours and Johnny's cum leaking out of you.

You don’t care. 

Neither does Johnny.

But Kyle?

The other man who’d arrived home in the early hours of the evening.

He cares.

Kyle who fools everyone into believing that he’s the tame or innocent one. 

He’s not. 

He just enjoys watching the show you and the Scotsman put on together first; palming himself as his eyes stay focused on the sight in front of him.

But watching Johnny make you cum twice...makes Kyle feral.

Absolutely feral. 

So he pushes the mixture of cum dripping from your entrance back inside you. 

His fingers slipping inside of you, re-igniting your own arousal. 

You’re so sensitive.

So needy.

You just want to be fucked over and over again.  

Despite knowing how you’re feeling, Kyle toys with you for a while. 

Edging you until you're begging him to let you cum. 

There’s a smirk on his face as he reaches up to wipe the tears from your cheek.

“Not yet,” he says simply, his pupils blown wide with lust as he stares at you, before glancing at Johnny, whose cock was already hard again. 

He looks just as desperate to cum as you do; and Kyle knew that it was a look that was probably on his own face. 

God how he needs you. 

He barely holds it together when his cock enters your mouth. 

But he doesn’t want to cum yet, no matter how much part of him desperately yearns to. 

He wants to savour this moment. 

Wants to fuck your face until there’s tears streaming down your cheeks and spit falling from your filled mouth.

Wants to watch your hand wrap around Johnny's cock, pushing him over the edge again.

And that’s exactly what he does. 

Only once Johnny's cum undone again does a guttural groan fall from Kyle’s lips. 

Then and only then, does he cum in your mouth.

And you swallow it. 

Of course you do. 

But your dumb fucked brain can now only think about the orgasm you were denied. 

“Please,” you beg the two men pathetically; rubbing your thighs together, desperate for any type of friction. 

Both Kyle and Johnny's eyes are on you; their eyes still full of lust as they turn to look at each other. 

They’re planning something. 

You don’t know what. 

And right now, you don’t really care. 

As long as whatever their plan is, makes you cum. . 

They are both sitting either side of you; each of them holding your thighs apart.

Teasing you. 

Kyle’s hand is dancing along the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh; Johnny's lips are on your neck, leaving a mixture of soft kisses and love bites in their wake. 

Their actions making your hips buck in desperation.

Both of the men just chuckle at your reaction. 

They keep going until every sound falling from your lips was a plea. 

Once they were finally satisfied with your pleas, they would begin to give you what you were craving. 

They’d take turns in fucking you in whatever position they wanted to, until you were moaning their names loudly and cumming around them; drawing more orgasms from both Kyle and Johnny. 

They kept making you cum until they were utterly spent; unable to cum anymore. 

Then they’d drowsily clean you up, knowing that John and Simon would never forgive them if they left you in such a state. 

You were so overstimulated that you whimpered at Kyle's touch as he began to clean you up.

“T’s okay, Bon, just gotta clean ye up,” Johnny coos softly, stroking the back of your head gently as you bury your face into his bare chest. 

When Kyle comes back to bed; both you and Johnny are already asleep; legs tangled with another.

He smiles as he lies next to you, draping his arm along you and Johnny as he falls asleep alongside you both. 

~~~~~

Now, the real question is, what happens when John and Simon arrive home...?

The scent of sex is thick in the air when John and Simon arrive home.

The two men already know what’s happened before they enter the shared bedroom.

But that doesn’t stop either of their cocks from growing hard in their trousers at the sight in front of them. 

They see you, Johnny and Kyle, lying naked in bed; the sun that’s slipping through the curtains showing them the bruises and scratches that adorn not only your body but both of the sergeant's bodies too. 

“Think they broke her or she broke them?” Simon whispers to John, noticing his Captain's evident erection. 

“They all probably broke each other,” John mumbles back, a devilish thought creeping into his mind. 

A thought that had obviously already crossed Simon’s mind; given that he was already pulling his shirt over his head and making his way over to the bed.

A smirk began growing on John's lips, watching as Simon made his way between your legs; before slowly beginning to pump the cocks of the two men either side of you.

You, Johnny and Kyle had broken the rules; so now, John and Simon, had to punish the three of you for it..

And they were going to enjoy every single minute of it.

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Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 13)

Bit of a longer chapter this one! I hope you all enjoy this!💛

Please be kind, reblogs are always welcome and greatly appreciated! Thank you for all the continued support 💛

Requests are open so if you have any ideas/requests, you're more than welcome to send them over (thank you to everyone who's requested a story so far, I'm working my way through them!)

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Catch up on the previous part here: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 14

Warnings: Feelings of worry, car chase, car crash, mention of blood, paramedics, ambulances. being unconscious, cuts, bruises, concussion, dislocated shoulder, medical inaccuracies

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The paramedic was right, you were lucky. 

Your right shoulder was dislocated; you also had a cracked rib and a rather large cut on the top of your forehead; but other than that,  the injuries you’d sustained during the crash, were simply cuts and bruises. 

The doctors said they’d know more once you regained consciousness; but for right now, their outlook for you was good. 

Unlike Y/f/n... 

The four men didn’t know of their condition; seeing as  they weren’t family so they weren’t allowed to know anything… all they knew was that they were rushed into surgery upon arrival at the hospital. 

That was enough for them to gauge the severity of Y/f/ns injuries. 

The room you were in was near enough completely silent, except for the sound of the heart monitor machine; which thankfully kept beeping at a steady rate. 

Much to the relief of the men in the room. 

Simon was standing in the corner of the room closest to you; leaning against the wall, his jaw was tight as he stared straight ahead, much like he had done at home moments after you left.

He was unable to stop his mind from playing out scenarios that ended much worse than the one that happened. 

Occasionally he’d glance over at you; reminding himself that you were alright for the most part….that you were safe now. 

But every time he looked at you; he felt anger burning through his veins; Graves, Shepherd and whoever was driving the car was going to pay for this; he’d make sure of it. 

Of course he wouldn’t be alone. 

He knew that.

John, Johnny and Kyle would all help in hurting the fuckers that did this to you. 

Johnny was already pacing back and forth along the far wall; his agitation rolling off of him in waves; he'd occasionally stop and look at you for prolonged periods of time, as if you’d wake up if he looked at you long enough.  

But you didn’t. 

And that’s when the Scotsman would start pacing again. 

Kyle was by your side; sitting in the chair closest to your hospital bed; his eyes never leaving you, unless it was to blink. 

His hand was hovering over yours; as though you were glass that was on the verge of shattering. 

He was terrified to touch you; but he couldn’t pull his hand away, so it just stayed there, inches above yours.

John had been in and out of the room; popping his head in to see if there’d been any changes and to make sure his partners were holding up okay, before disappearing again to make calls. 

~~~~~

Currently John was on the phone to Kate; one of the very few people he still trusted, hoping that there was some way she could find out any information about the car; or some other information that would prove Graves or Shepherds involvement. 

“It was a black SUV, windows tinted, no plates, left as soon as they veered Y/f/ns car off the road,” Kate explained, making a small frown tug on Johns lips.

He knew he needed proof before he did everything.

Kate understood his silence; she knew what he needed and she’d try her best to aid him in finding the proof that was needed, “I’ll track it through traffic cameras and see what I can find out,”

It was a long shot. 

They both knew that. 

But it was worth a shot.

Even if she could identify the driver, that would be something. 

Or if she could work out where the car was left, John and the others could go and investigate the area seeing as the car would probably be burnt or destroyed by now. 

“Thanks Kate,” John said softly; he knew that she didn’t have to do this and appreciated the fact that she was taking the time to help them.

He thought she’d end the call there; and knew by the prolonged silence that there was something else she wanted to say. 

“What is it?”

“You know if Graves or Shepherd are involved in this, Y/n won’t be safe, Y/f/n might not be either,”

A short sigh fell from John's lips as he ran a hand down his face. 

Of course he knew this. 

All he’d been able to think about since they got to the hospital was how he was going to keep you and Y/f/n safe; knowing that if Graves or Shepherd were involved they’d use Y/f/n to get to you. 

That’s why he’d been making so many phone calls; trying to sort out a safe house, somewhere safe where they could all go once they could leave the hospital.

“We’ll keep them both safe,” John stated; his voice sounding calm and collected, like it was going to be the easiest thing in the world. 

His answer made a sigh fall from Kate’s lips this time, “What if they don’t want you keeping them safe?”

Despite hating her words; John understood Kate’s concern. 

There was every possibility that you and Y/f/n would want to get as far away from all of them as possible; he couldn’t blame either of you for that.

But he just had to make you both understand that as long as Graves and Shepherd were out there that there’d be a risk to both their lives.

He wasn't going to leave you.

He thought last time that he was doing the right thing by putting distance between him and you. 

He was wrong and there was no way he was going to let that mistake happen again.

He was going to keep you safe this time; as well Y/f/n.

“Have you thought about what happens if Y/f/n doesn’t make it?”

Kate’s question hung heavy in the air. 

That was a worst case scenario he didn’t want to think of. 

He couldn’t bear to. 

Because the worst case scenario meant that Y/f/n didn’t leave this hospital….that he’d have to deliver the news to you that your best friend had died. 

You’d already lost so much; he knew it would break you if you lost Y/f/n too. 

“They’re strong,” John said simply; knowing that there was every possibility of the worst case scenario happening; but he had to remain hopeful. 

“John,” Kate began, “If Y/f/n dies, Y/n could blame you guys….”

“I know,” John replied back, guilt lacing his voice as he hung up the phone.

He wouldn’t blame you if you did. 

They may not have driven the car that caused the crash, but they were still to blame. 

He should’ve kept you at the house; should’ve let Y/f/n inside and you all could have talked…could’ve come up with a plan. 

But he didn't know that there was going to be a car chasing you and Y/f/n.

Hindsight was a wonderful thing, and if he had a time machine he’d go back and change it so that neither you or Y/f/n got hurt, but he couldn’t. 

All he could do now was be there for you and Y/f/n if they survived the surgery and keep you both safe; regardless of if either of you wanted the protection he was offering or not. 

And he was almost certain that Simon, Johnny and Kyle would agree with him.

This time when he walked back into your room at the hospital; he had no intention of leaving. 

“Any news?” Johnny asked, halting in his steps as soon as he noticed that John wasn’t just briefly popping in to check on them all. 

“Not really,” John answered, shaking his head slightly, “it was a black SUV, with tinted windows and no plates,”

He watched as Johnny's lips tugged downwards into a frown and he hated it. 

Hated that he couldn’t give anybody the answers they needed. 

“Kate’s gonna call me when she’s got more news,” John continued softly, looking at Johnny with a small reassuring smile on his own lips, hoping that his words would be enough to raise his spirits a little. 

Johnny didn’t say anything; simply nodded at John's words, but he didn’t go back to pacing this time, instead he just stared at you. 

John moved closer to the hospital bed you were on, until he was standing behind Kyle, his eyes fixed on you. 

Simon’s eyes darted from each of the men in the room before landing on you. 

A moment of silence fell across the room; each of them reflecting on how easily they could’ve lost you.

Then a small sound broke the tension that had grown in the room. 

It wasn’t much, a slight change in your breathing followed by a faint twitch in your fingers; but it was enough. 

Enough to snap all of the men out of their thoughts. 

Kyle's hand was on yours in an instant, his other hand moving to your face, his thumb delicately brushing your forehead, ensuring that he avoided touching the nasty head wound you’d obtained from the crash.

“Hey, hey….it's alright, you’re alright,” he soothed, watching as your eyes fluttered open, showing slits of your y/e/c eyes behind their slightly swollen lids.

He could already see the sudden pain turning to confusion which quickly morphed into recognition as your eyes fully opened, glancing around at everyone around you. 

“Wh…what..happ…” your words trailed off into a wince, as you tried to move, unable to do so.

“Easy, sweetheart,” John said with a calmness in his voice, moving slightly so that he was standing next to Kyle and not behind him, “you’re safe and we’re all here.”

Kyle continued holding your hand, rubbing small circles onto the back of your hand just like he used to do when you were stressed.

“What…happened? You repeated, your eyes settling on Kyle. 

“You were in a crash,”

It was like Kyle’s words triggered an instant replay of what had happened. 

You were with Y/f/n in their car. 

They were driving to your house..

Someone started following you in a black SUV, it kept crashing into the back of the car…

You’d called Simon, you were heading back to their house…until Y/f/n lost control of the car…

“Y/f/n,” you breathed out, the sheer panic for them evident in your voice as you tried to get up from the bed.

You were trying desperately to ignore the pain you felt shooting through your right shoulder, as well as your chest, all whilst trying to ignore the exhaustion that was washing over your body. 

You remembered looking at Y/f/n just before the crash…remembered seeing the fear in their eyes and it made your heart ache.

“You need to rest,” John cooed softly, sitting down on the side of the bed. 

A small groan fell from your lips as you attempted to move again; caring little for how much pain you were in, “I need to know where Y/f/n is,”

“They’re in surgery, Bon,” Johnny explained, walking over to the other side of the bed and sitting down on it, mirroring John; stopping you from getting out of the bed.

“Surgery…” your voice was barely above a whisper as you processed what Johnny said; your mind continuing to replay the moments just before the crash, “we were being followed,”

“We know,” Simon stated, turning to look at you, the phone call replaying in his mind. 

“Kate’s looking into it,” John added, hoping that his answer would help to console you. 

And they did. 

Briefly. 

Until you remembered what you’d been discussing with the very men in this room. 

The information that you’d learnt.

"Shepherd? Phillip….”

“We know they had something to do with it, we just can’t prove it yet…” John answered truthfully.

You didn’t want to believe that your Fiance had planned for this, or worse, to happen; but given what you’d found out about him…you weren’t really sure who he actually was or what he was capable of.

But was he really capable of killing you and Y/f/n?

Would there not have been other ways to do it, instead of in the middle of the day where anyone could drive by and help, and why didn't he make sure you were both dead...? 

“It’s too much of a coincidence,” Johnny continued, seeing how the doubt was growing in your eyes from Johns answer. 

“We’ll find everyone involved in this,” Kyle declared softly to you, raising your hand gently to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on your knuckles.

“And we’ll make them regret it,” Johnny assured you, anger burning bright behind his blue eyes. 

You knew by the look in the Scotsman’s eyes that his words were not a statement, they were a promise. 

Simon remained silent. 

He simply nodded his head at Johnny's words as he made his way to the Scotsman side.

His silence a promise to you that they were going to find whoever caused this crash.

“We’re not gonna let anything else happen to you, sweetheart,” John knew you were probably going to bite his head off for using the nickname he used to use when you were together for a second time, but he didn’t care. 

Maybe it was the probable concussion you’d gotten from the crash; maybe it was just because of everything that had happened today…but you actually found comfort in hearing some of the nicknames you used to be called by them. 

It made you feel safe.

They made you feel safe, despite everything that had happened.

That feeling of safety was a feeling that was short lived though; because then you heard the familiar voice of Phillip from behind the door, at first you thought you were wrong. 

You hoped you were wrong.

But when the door opened; he walked through it, his eyes meeting yours, ignoring the four other men in the room.

The concussion definitely must have been doing something to your brain, because you could’ve sworn you saw genuine worry in Phillip’s eyes when they met yours. 

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Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 12)

I'm gonna say that I'm sorry again for this part 💛

Please be kind, reblogs are always welcome and greatly appreciated! Thank you for all the continued support 💛

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Catch up on the previous part here: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 13

Warnings: Feelings of worry, car chase, car crash, mention of blood, paramedics, ambulances. being unconscious

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Simon was on edge, leaning against the kitchen counter, rarely even blinking, a hundred scenarios racing through his mind.

John shared Simon’s feelings; he was sitting at the table unable to stop his right leg from bouncing up and down in worry. 

“I shouldn’t have let her go,” Simon mumbled; his eyes continuing  to stare at the wall in front of him as though he was going to burn a hole through it. 

“She’s with Y/f/n,” Kyle began, trying to get the two stressed men in front of him to calm down, “she’ll be safe,”

“Aye, Y/f/n might hate us but they care about Y/n,”

“Doesn’t mean shit,” Simon grumbled in response, tearing his eyes away from the wall to Johnny, “Graves could’ve gotten to her,”

“We don’t know that,” Kyle countered softly; but Simon shook his head dismissively at Kyle’s words.

He knew under normal circumstances Y/f/n wouldn’t betray you. 

But these were not normal circumstances. 

Graves could’ve threatened Y/f/n…threatened people they care about….or they could’ve hurt Y/f/n, they didn’t look like they’d been tortured but that didn’t necessarily mean they hadn’t been. 

“We couldn’t keep her here,” John sighed, turning everyone’s attention to him.

He wished they could’ve. 

Wished that they could’ve kept you here, with them, safe, away from any type of threat or harm. 

But he also knew that you being around them all was a risk in itself. 

He broke your heart; persuaded the others to side with him; then they came along and ruined your life again when you were happy again. 

He hoped Y/f/n took you as far away from them and Phillip as they could. 

John understood Simon’s worry. 

He felt it too. 

But he didn’t want to believe that Y/f/n would betray you. 

He couldn’t bear to think of you losing another person in your life that you trusted. 

Simon remained silent; lost in his own thoughts, your words continuously replaying through his mind.

“Trust me” 

The trust he had in you was the only reason he let you go….he just couldn’t be convinced by what his partners were saying; couldn’t allow himself to trust anyone except the people in this room with you. 

“She’ll call us if she needs us-”

Kyle had barely finished his sentence when Simon’s phone began ringing in his pocket. 

Everyone’s eyes locked on to Simon as he answered the call; his words indicated enough to the others that something bad was going on. 

“Turn the car around and drive back here,” they heard Simon instruct clearly; before he pulled the phone from his ear, putting it on loudspeaker as he placed it in the centre of the table.

His hands were gripping the table like he was about to flip it over.  

“They’re being followed,” he stated quietly, gritting his teeth as his grip on the table edge tightened.

“Shit!” They heard Y/fn shout, their panic evident in their voice. 

“What’s happening?” John asked, leaning forward across the table, his brows furrowing in concern when there was no answer to his question. 

All the four men heard was the sound of a car crashing. 

John picked up the phone quickly and handed it to  Kyle.

“Keep talking to her,” the captain ordered, wishing that he could do it himself, but unable to trust his own voice,  already feeling his stomach twisting at the thought of you being hurt. 

Kyle nodded, taking the phone carefully and continuing to say your name as well as Y/f/ns, in a desperate attempt to get some sign of life from you both. 

Twenty seconds. 

That’s all it took for the four men to put on their shoes, leave the house and get in the car. 

Simon was driving, not giving a single fuck about the speed limits along the country roads; the only thing he and the others cared about, was finding you. 

“C’mon baby…say something,” Kyle spoke through the phone, his voice trembling slightly now as he desperately tried to get an answer from you. 

But his attempts were unsuccessful; only being met with static and the occasional muffled crackle, sounds that made his chest tighten in fear. 

They couldn’t lose you. 

Not like this.

Not now…

“C’mon baby,” Kyle repeated his plea desperately; his eyes going wide as he heard the echoing sound of sirens through the phone. 

The sound only made Simon drive faster; his knuckles going white as he gripped the steering wheel, keeping his eyes fixed on the road ahead of him.

They soon heard the sirens that had been coming from your phone; all of their hearts dropping in their chest as they drove towards the crash, each of them mentally trying to prepare themselves for the news they were about to receive. 

~~~~~~~

The flashing red and blue lights painted the trees in strobing bursts of color as the car skidded to a stop just behind the ambulances. 

None of the men waited for the engine to fully die, they threw the doors open and rushed towards the scene of the wreckage in front of them. 

“Jesus,” Johnny breathed out.

Y/f/ns car was mangled against a tree, the front end completely crumpled in.

Smoke was coming from the front of the damaged vehicle and shards of glass were glittering across the side of the road like freshly fallen snow. 

It was like they’d walked into one of their nightmares; their biggest fear somehow becoming a reality. 

There was a young uniformed responder who tried to stop the men from approaching any further; but they quickly failed, each of the men walking past with ease.

“This is a secure area, you can’t just-” the responder tried to argue; before John turned around for a brief moment.

They were only doing their job. 

But right now; he didn’t care.

“We know the people in that car,” he snapped harshly; before turning back around and following his men towards the car. 

“How is she?” Kyle asked, his voice unsteady as he stumbled forward, towards the paramedic, his eyes locking onto you instantly. 

Blood was running down the side of your face; and you weren’t moving much, your chest rising and falling in shallow, laboured breaths.

The paramedic was understandably startled by the appearance of them all, but quickly answered Kyle’s question. 

“She’s lucky,” the paramedic said quickly; allowing Kyle to release a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding.

A similar relief washed over John, Simon and Johnny, who were all crouched alongside Kyle. 

You were alive. 

The relief they all shared was short lived though as the paramedic continued to say, “The drivers side took most of the damage.”

The paramedics' words caused the four men’s attention to go to the driver's side of the car. 

To Y/f/n. 

Blood was trickling down their face from their forehead; their eyes were closed, and for a moment, none of them knew if Y/f/n was even alive…unable to see past you to see their injuries. 

“Are they-?” Johnny began; not being able to say the last word of the question he was asking. 

“We have a pulse but it’s weak and they are currently unresponsive,” the paramedic on the driver's side stated, with a solemn look in their eyes as they slowly and carefully extracted Y/f/n's limp body from the car and onto a stretcher.

A small cough fell from your slightly bloody lips, causing all of their attention to go back to you.  

“It’s okay, baby,” Kyle cooed softly, quickly taking the paramedics place as they went to go and get another stretcher. 

“We’re all here, Bon,” Johnny softly added, gently taking your hand in his, rubbing small circles like he had done before at their house. 

“Let’s give the paramedics some room,” John said to Johnny and Kyle; noticing how reluctant they were to leave your side. 

He didn’t want to leave your side either, but he knew the paramedics needed to remove you from the wreckage and get you to a hospital.

Johnny and Kyle nodded hesitantly, rising to their feet and shuffling back slightly to allow the paramedics the room they needed. 

John took one look at you on that stretcher and felt his heart break completely; this, this was everything he wanted to protect you from. 

He took a few steps away from you and the paramedics; joining Simon who was standing in the road, surveying the scene around them. 

Memorizing and cataloging everything in his mind. 

Simon knew, just like the others did, that this hadn’t been some random car crash.

It was too coincidental.

They didn’t have any proof, but they knew for a fact that Graves and Shepherd were involved somehow. 

But did whoever caused this mean to leave you alive?

Were they going to come back and try to finish the job?

Or was this all simply just a threat towards them, warning them all to stay away from you?

Realistically it didn’t matter all that much; because they weren’t going to let anyone hurt you ever again….

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A-Z Writing Challenge 2025

So quite a while ago I hosted this challenge and since I've gained some new followers since I originally posted this; I thought it could be fun to re-post it! 💛

Rules:

The rules for this challenge are pretty simple; send me an ask with the word and character you want and I'll write a story for you - if you have your own idea you want me to write just pop that into the request and I'll try my best to write it

Please only pick characters from my character list ! I’d really like requests for COD characters (poly!141 x reader included), as well as characters from Love And Deepspace or Arcane - but will happily write for other characters on the list too!

I will only accept three stories per word!

(The words that have been crossed out have been crossed out as I will not be taking requests for these words as I have already reached the three stories limit )

Once again, thank you all so much for the continued support!! I love and appreciate every single one of you! 💛

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Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 11)

I'm just gonna say that I'm sorry in advance for this part 💛

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“Y/n/n!” You heard Y/f/n shout again, knocking harder on the door this time. 

“Sounds like she’s gonna break the bloody door down,” Kyle said, he, similarly to the other men around you, were staring at you as you pulled your phone out of your jacket pocket. 

Y/f/n had messaged you at least twenty times and called you another ten.

You were scrolling through all the messages quickly reading them; your eyes lingering on the last message she’d sent. 

‘Phillips just messaged me??? What the fuck is going on?’

“You okay?” John asked softly, still holding your hand. 

You gave him a quick nod,pulling your hands away from John and Johnny before standing up and walking out of the kitchen towards the front door. 

You felt a pair of hands wrap around your wrist and pull you back a little, shaking his head.

“Y/f/n is my best friend, I trust them,” 

That was exactly what he was afraid of; knowing all too well that betrayal always came from the people you would least expect.

You understood why he struggled to trust anyone: 

Especially now. 

But you’d been fringe with Y/f/n for so long; you trusted them with everything, and this current situation was no different. 

“Trust me,” you whispered reassuringly; feeling his grip around your wrist soften. 

“Call us if somethin’ happens,” Simon instructed you before letting go of your wrist completely. 

“I will,” you promised, giving him a small smile before walking down the hallway with Simon following closely behind you.

The second you opened the door and Y/f/n saw you they started bombarding you with questions. 

“Y/n! What the hell is going on?” They began, their f/e/c eyes scanning over you with concern, confusion and slight shock. 

“Why are you here?” They continued as you stepped out of the front door; their eyes snapping to Simon who was standing in the doorway the minute they saw the sadness in your eyes, “What the hell have you done to her?!”

You had to admit, in different circumstances, you may have found it quite funny, watching your friend size up to Simon. 

But right now, you couldn’t muster out a laugh. 

The only thing you wanted to do right now, was talk to Y/f/n about everything that had happened over the last few days. 

“I swear to god-” you heard them shout at an unflinching Simon.

“Y/f/n, it’s fine,” you assured them, grabbing their hand lightly and leading them back to their car, “let’s just go,”

Thankfully they didn’t argue with you; they just shot a death glare at Simon a few more times as you walked down the driveway, but that was it. 

“How did you know I was there?”you asked once you were finally in their car. 

“I tried everywhere else other than the base,” they explained simply, beginning to drive away from your exes house,

“What’s going on?” They questioned, glancing at you before focusing back on the road in front of them. 

They were confused. 

Of course they were. 

You let out a long sigh; trying to work out how to word it in a way that made sense. 

Your fiance betrayed and tried to kill your exes whilst you were dating them, and your exes boss, who was also your fiancés boss, betrayed your exes and is now in hiding. But he managed to send you and your fiance a card to congratulate you on your engagement. Oh and your now not sure if said boss if the reason for your relationship with your fiance.

God it sounded like a reality show the more and more you thought about. 

A simple life. 

That’s all you’d ever wanted. 

Fall in love, buy a house, maybe have some kids….that was the dream. 

And now that dream seemed to be further from you than ever. 

It soon became apparent to you, that there was no way to make this situation sound normal. 

It wasn’t normal. 

So you just started talking, explaining everything that had happened from the moment they’d seen Johnny and informed him of your upcoming marriage, to now. 

You got about halfway through your explanation before Y/f/n pulled over onto the side of the road, continuing to listen intently to what you were saying. 

You felt like you were word vomit but eventually you finished, taking a very deep breath in an attempt to ground yourself so your mind didn’t spiral like it had done earlier.

They were quiet for a few minutes, the mouth opening and closing a few times, trying to work out what to say to you as they processed all the information you’d just told them. 

“Right,” they finally said; grabbing your hands and looking directly at you, “We’re gonna go to yours and you’re gonna pack a bag and come stay with me for a bit.”

You felt instant relief in your heart at their words; knowing that what you needed right now was some space. 

Space from Phillip. 

Space from John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle. 

Space to comprehend everything you’d been told…

“Then we’re gonna work out what the fuck to do and who to believe,”

You nodded, trying to blink away the tears that were trying to form in your eyes. 

Without hesitation, Y/f/n reached over and wrapped their arms around you.

“You can cry if you need to,” they assured you; and for some reason having that type of permission made the tears fall from your eyes before you could stop them. 

You didn’t really know how long you were crying into Y/f/n's arms, but it was long enough that you were pretty sure your eyes were already swollen from the tears you’d shed. 

“Here,” they said softly, pulling a pack of tissues from the centre console.

“Thanks,” you replied back with a small smile, taking the tissues from her and pulling one out of the packet, as they began driving again. 

“Do you love them?” Y/f/n asked, breaking the small comfortable silence the two of you had found yourself in for the last few minutes.

You didn’t know how to answer the question. 

You truly didn’t. 

Because part of you did love them.

If you didn’t you wouldn’t have let Simon kiss your cheek. You would’ve have let Johnny hug you and hold your hand along with John. 

You didn’t choose to end things with them; and the fact that you knew the real reason why now, changed things for you. 

But that didn’t remove the pain they put you through. 

Didn’t take away the countless nights you spent crying instead of sleeping; thinking they’d fallen out of love with you, wondering what you’d done wrong… 

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly. 

“Do you love Phillip?”

That was another loaded question. 

Because you automatically went to say yes. 

But you couldn’t ignore what you’d found out; nor could you deny the questions that new information created. 

Does Phillip love you, or is it simply all just part of a scheme to hurt your exes. 

“I don’t know,” you repeated again; knowing that the person you were in the car with was never going to judge you for your conflicting feelings. 

“We could just drive away from here, go and find a nice cottage in the countryside, just live out our lives running a bookshop cafe,”

Although the offer sounded like they were joking, you knew they weren’t. 

It was an idea the two of you had spoken about often, more so in the most recent years of your lives. 

You knew that if you told them that’s what you needed; then that’s what the two of you would do. 

You wanted to take them up on that offer.

But you wanted to know the truth about Phillip and the potential plan he’d made with Shepherd… 

“Maybe one day,” you replied back with a smile, knowing that depending on what Phillip told you, that day might come sooner rather than later. 

“Gotta say Y/n, your taste is men is absolutely fucking shocking,”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the truthfulness of their words; making them in turn laugh too.

Y/f/n's laughter quickly faded though; as they began driving faster down the road.

You sent them a confused look; wondering why the sudden change in speed was occuring.

They glanced at you briefly, a worried look in their eyes, “I think the car behind us is following us,”

You looked into the side mirror; noticing a black suv driving behind them with tinted windows, trying to recall how long they could’ve been following them for. 

You knew your friend must’ve been right, because as they continued to speed up, so did the car behind. 

“Shit,” you whispered, quickly grabbing your phone and calling the number you’d called a night prior. 

“Hello,”

“Si, there’s a car following us,”

You tried to keep your voice calm; collected...but you were sure Simon could sense the real emotions lingering in your voice...

“What?” He asked, his voice low through the phone. 

“There’s a black SUV following us,”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah were pretty fucking sure!” Y/f/n shouted through the phone, obviously hearing Simon’s question through your phone, just before you put it on loud speaker.

“Turn the car around and drive back here,” Simon instructed clearly; you couldn’t help but be somewhat surprised when Y/f/n did just as Simon said when they had the opportunity to. 

But you had to admit you were relieved that they did so. 

Unfortunately; the black SUV continued following you; driving faster and faster until it was ramming into the back of Y/f/n's car. 

“Shit!” They shouted, the force of the SUV making their car begin to swerve a little. 

“What’s happening?” 

It wasn’t Simon’s voice you heard through the phone now, it was Johns. 

You went to answer but as you did; you felt the SUV smash into the back of the car again; this time though it made Y/f/n lose control of the car. 

The last sight you saw wasn’t the tree that lined the road that the car was crashing into, it was the panicked look in Y/f/n's eyes as the crash seemed to happen in slow motion.

You attempted to grab their hand; but before you could, you felt the impact of the car crashing against the tree....

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Poly141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 10)

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“Here,” Kyle said, placing a cup of coffee in front of you.

“Thanks,” You replied quietly, smiling at him briefly as you wrapped your hands gently around the warm cup in front of you.

Then you  turned your attention to John, the table between the two of you feeling like a chasm. 

You weren’t entirely sure how to start the conversation; you weren’t here for small talk, or reconciliation.

You were here to understand why John thought someone was going to use you to hurt them. 

And try to understand how that led to him breaking up with you, because in your mind, it made absolutely no sense. 

If he thought your life was in danger, wouldn’t he want to stay close to you, to protect you.

“Why didn’t you tell me the truth?”  You asked; your eyes never leaving Johns.

His jaw tensed and his voice was low, “The less you knew, the safer you were,”

You shook your head at his answer,“I should’ve known,”

“I thought I was doing the right thing, we all did..” he continued, “needed to put as much distance between us and you as possible,”

“Then why show up at the coffee shop?” You countered; you weren’t angry, just confused. 

If the whole point of breaking your heart was to protect, why risk coming back into your life now?

Was the threat they’d been protecting you from gone now? 

“I shouldn’t have,”

“But you did, and then you all came to my house,”

“That was only when we found out who you were marrying,” Johnny spoke up before John could say anything, drawing your attention away from the Captain and to the Scotsman.

“Because of what happened in Mexico?” You questioned, watching as he shook his head a little. 

“Not just that.”

“Graves wasn’t the only one who betrayed us back then,” Simon stated; his words only made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. 

“Who?” You asked, feeling another uneasy feeling in your gut.

“Shepherd,” 

John’s answer made your breath hitch, “General Shepherd?”

He nodded grimly.

“He gave Graves the order,” You noticed how his hands tightened around his own coffee cup; you were surprised it wasn’t cracking with how tightly he was holding it, “When we got back I kept looking over my shoulder, waiting for something to happen. We didn’t know where Shepherd was but we knew he was still alive… ”

“He knew you, knew how much you meant to us…he could’ve used you to hurt us,” Kyle continued, on John’s behalf, before placing his hand on top of a John’s, knowing how difficult this was for him…for any of them, to talk about 

“You were protecting me, from Shepherd?” 

“Yes,” Simon responded instantly.

“And he’s been in hiding ever since?” 

“We tried findin’ him,” Johnny added, “but every lead just ended up being a dead end,”. 

You were quiet for a moment, processing what they’d just told you. 

How was it possible to have more information and be even more confused than you were originally 

Shepherd was the person they were protecting you from.

He was the reason they broke up with you…

But he was Phillips' boss. 

You knew he was.

Phillip told you he was when you guys received a card from him for your engagement.

“Y/n?” Simon’s voice halted the spiral your mind was running down.

“He sent us a card for our engagement…” you breathed out; feeling everyone’s eyes on you. 

“What?” It was John’s voice you heard now; when your eyes met his you saw something you’d never seen before. 

Fear. 

Right now, he wasn’t the soldier, the Captain, or the man who’d walked away from you. 

He was just a person scared of losing something again. 

Scared of losing you…

“Shepherd, he sent Phillip and I a card for our engagement…” you repeated; trying not to freak the fuck out.

The actions of the men around you only added to your fears. 

John was still at your revelation. 

Kyle’s brows were furrowed deeply, his confusion quickly turning to alarm.

Johnny was sitting forward in his chair, tense like he was preparing for a fight.

And Simon? His expression didn't change much at all, but his eyes sharpened, locking on to yours.

Your mind began spiralling again. . 

Shepherd knew you. 

Knew about your history with the men around this table.

Knew that you were with Phillip. 

Knew that you two were getting engaged.

Knew where you lived….

“He knows where I live…” you whispered; hating how evident the fear was in your voice. 

Another thought dawned on you; one that only fueled your doubt of Phillip’s words from the previous night. 

You could believe that Y/f/n told Phillip about your exes; they hated them for what they did to you, and they were never one to hide their feelings about such things. 

And as much as you wanted to believe that that was how Phillip knew who your exes were; you couldn’t quite believe it. 

The more you thought about it the less believable it seemed; you just needed your friend to confirm what you were already beginning to believe. 

But now there was a very clear answer on how Phillip knew about your exes…It was never Y/f/n who told him about them. 

It was Shepherd. 

There were too many thoughts racing through your mind for you to keep up with. 

If Shepherd wanted to hurt you, he could’ve by now, so why hadn’t he? 

Unless he didn’t need to…

You marrying Phillip would hurt John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle enough; and he wouldn’t even need to lay a hand on you. 

But if you called off the wedding…. 

You glanced in front of you; your eyes landing on Kyle who’d been sitting next to you; he was leaning forward with a worried look on his face; that’s when you became aware of how fuzzy your vision was becoming. 

“Y/n,” John knelt down next to you; his hand holding yours gently, worry evident in his eyes. 

You couldn’t even remember him moving from his seat, let alone kneeling down next to you.

“Ye need to take deep breaths, Bon,” Johnny cooed softly, kneeling down on the opposite side of you, his thumb rubbing small circles on the back of your hand.

You hadn’t even realised how quick your breathing had been, nor how fast your heart was beating until he’d pointed it out to you. 

You tried to do what he’d said, attempting to get your breathing under control. 

Deep shaky breaths left your lips. 

You weren’t just trying to calm your breathing down; but your mind too, because you knew you couldn’t calm down until you got those thoughts under control. 

“You’re safe,” you heard Simon whisper in your ear; feeling his hands on your shoulders, massaging them softly, in an attempt to help calm you down. 

He kept whispering those words as Johnny whispered his own words of reassurance whilst continuing to rub circles on to your hand. 

John occasionally squeezed your hand, letting you know that he was still here. 

You didn’t know how long you’d been sitting there, calming down, but eventually your breathing became slower, steadier, returning to normal.

“There ye are,” Johnny said with a faint smile on his lips; his eyes glancing up to Simon who was standing behind you. 

“Drink this,” Kyle ordered softly, handing you a glass of water. 

You did as you were told, not having the energy to argue with him, and began sipping the water in the glass before looking down at John.

“What do I do now?” You whispered; needing him to tell you what to do because right now, you had absolutely no idea how to handle any of this. 

You thought Phillip loved you; but the more you seemed to find out…the more you seemed to realise that your relationship was built on nothing other than deceit and lies. 

You didn’t want to go back to that home. 

Not now.

Not knowing what you knew now. 

But you also knew that you probably didn’t have much of a choice….

Before John had a chance to answer your question there was a knock at the door. 

“Y/n are you there?”

Relief washed over not only you, but over the others in the room too as they heard the sound of Y/f/n voice shouting through the door.

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Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 9)

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Warnings: Feelings of anger, confusion, jealousy, brief mentions of death/being killed/being shot, arguments, shouting, mentions of knives

Your sleep was restless. 

Your mind, unable to comprehend what had happened the previous evening. 

Phillips defensiveness and avoidance. 

Simon’s admission to a question that you’d always yearned an answer from. 

You were sure you had fallen asleep at some point from pure exhaustion; but you gained very little rest from it. 

Mainly you just spent the night staring up at the ceiling, scenarios running through your mind like a movie. 

Scenarios you shouldn’t have been thinking of, where John had told you the truth instead of just breaking up with you; where you all remained together. 

Happy. 

Blissfully so. 

Today was meant to be your first day off of work, but you couldn’t bear it. 

Couldn’t bear pretending to be happy when everything in your life was turning into such a mess. 

So you did something you very rarely did; you called in sick. 

You felt a little guilty, that feeling only getting worse when you heard genuine concern in your manager's voice. 

Thankfully, your manager did press the situation too much and just told you to text her to let her know if you’d be in tomorrow. 

You hoped you would be; craving for a sense of normalcy within the chaos that was surrounding you. 

You made yourself a coffee; stronger than normal, in the hopes that that would keep you at least semi functional throughout the day. 

You tried to distract yourself, picking up the book that had been left on the coffee table from the previous night. 

That didn’t work. 

You tried watching tv. 

That didn’t work either. 

You'd even tried doing chores with your headphones blaring your favourite songs in your ears, songs that you usually couldn’t help but sing along to.

But even that didn’t work. 

You decided that maybe what you needed to do was get out of the house and go for a walk. 

You weren’t really sure what Phillip was doing today, seeing as you hadn’t heard from him since he abruptly left after your argument. 

Part of you was worried about him. 

Part of you was relieved that he wasn’t home yet; it meant that you could work out what you were going to say to him. 

How you were going to say the very thing you’d been so excited to plan wasn’t going to be happening, not for now at least. 

You quickly scribbled a message on a piece of paper, leaving it on top of the table in the hallway where the key bowl sat. 

Your message was simple, ‘Needed to clear my head, gone out for a walk. Text/call me when you’re ready to talk x’

You considered writing ‘I love you’ on the bottom of the note, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, so you simply left the note as it was, grabbing your keys and walking out of the door. 

You didn’t really know where you were walking to, there was no particular place you were heading to, you just put your headphones in and started walking. 

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“You did fucking what?” John practically shouted at Simon, evidently pissed off by what his lieutenant had just said so casually over breakfast in the kitchen. 

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 

Neither could Johnny and Kyle; however they were certainly more calmer than the Captain was at Simons revelation.

He'd just told them all that not only did he see you last night; he also kissed you on the cheek and told you that the only reason they broke up with you was to keep you safe. 

“How could you do that, Si?” Kyle asked; his voice softer than what John’s was previously; knowing that he, Johnny and the table, were the only things separating John and Simon. 

“Do what?” Simon responded gruffly, leaning against the counter, his mug in hand. 

“Kiss her, tell her the truth…how could you confuse her like that?”

Simon mulled over Kyle’s words for a second; pondering his reply. 

In his eyes; he hadn’t done anything wrong. 

He kissed you on the cheek, a comforting gesture more so than anything else because what else could he do? 

You were in pain, he knew you were, was he just meant to ignore that? 

He did that once before and hated himself for months after, he couldn’t do it. 

Not again.

And he didn’t say anything that wasn’t true about their current feelings; they all still loved her. 

He didn’t  go into detail about why John had ended things with her; he was intentionally vague knowing that that wasn’t for him to talk about. 

“Do you know how shit it was, seeing her in pain again?” Simon retorted, “I kissed her cheek to give her some form of comfort ‘cos she needed it.”

Then he turned his attention to John. 

“She wanted the truth last night, I wasn’t about to lie to her, not about that.”

John’s jaw tightened slightly at Simon’s words. 

“You had no right to do that!” John snapped back; taking a few steps towards Simon, but quickly being grabbed on the hand by Kyle. 

“No right to do what?” Simon challenged, pushing himself off of the counter, “We should've told her the truth when we came back. ”

Johnny, who’d been unusually quiet during this time, rose to his feet, and stood by Simon’s side. 

A united front. 

“He's right, John,” the Scotsman calmly said; making John's eyes flick between him and Simon. 

Johnny's words only made the divide between them all evident; John and Kyle believed keeping you in the dark was for the best, Simon and Johnny believed telling you the truth was better.

“You all know how dangerous telling her the truth is, yet you’d willingly just put her in danger like that?"

“None of us want her hurt, John” Kyle reasoned, squeezing John's hand briefly; hating the look of betrayal that was forming in his blue eyes as they met his own, “And we have no idea where-”

Kyle’s words were cut off when he heard the front door of their house open. 

He looked around at Johnny and Simon before his eyes finally landed back on Johns; each one of them clearly wondering the same thing. 

‘Who the fuck just got into our house?’

Simon grabbed the knife block, placing it in the centre of the table before grabbing a knife from it; the others doing the same. 

John went first; slowly moving towards the archway of the kitchen; before freezing when he heard footsteps walking through the hallway.

He was ready. 

Ready to kill whoever it was that had just let themselves into his and his partners home. 

That was until he saw you.

And you saw him.  

“Pretty rude way to welcome a guest,” You stated, slightly terrified at the sight in front of you; John holding a very large kitchen knife.

“You didn’t think to knock, Y/n?” The captain scolded; perplexed by why and how you even got in here in the first place.

“I did knock; multiple times, no one was answering and I heard shouting,” you explained, your voice portraying that you were calm despite the fact you weren’t entirely so. 

“So you thought you’d just let yourself in?” John asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you. 

“Well the spare key was in the same place, so yeah…” you shrugged, blinking at between John and the knife in his hand, “didn’t think you were gonna come at me with a knife though.”

John didn’t say anything; he just sighed, horrified that had he been more hasty, he could’ve stabbed you before lowering the knife and walking back into the kitchen. 

You took his silence to mean you were allowed in, so followed him. 

“It’s alright guys,” he said, placing the he’d been holding back into the knife block.

“Y/n?!” you heard Kyle’s voice first; shock evident in his voice and face. 

“Fuckin’ Hell Bon,” Johnny sighed, putting his own knife into the block before walking over to you; his eyes instantly noticing how tired you looked.

“Scared the shit outta us,” he continued, pulling you into his arms, expecting for you to try and push him away and being unable to not be shocked when you didn’t. 

You didn’t hug him back. 

But he didn’t care. 

He just cared that you were here and that John hadn’t killed you in the hallway. 

He could’ve stayed like that, with you in his arms, it felt right; felt like part of home. 

A part of his home that’d been missing.

“Let her breathe, Johnny,” Simon said, moving his hand to Johnny's shoulder. 

Johnny let you go pretty much instantly at Simon’s words, his lieutenant snapping him out of the thoughts that were rushing through his mind. 

He kept waiting for you to say something about the hug, but you didn’t. 

You just smiled at him. 

It was a small smile, but a smile nonetheless and a real one, not a fake or forced one. 

God he’d missed that. 

They all had. 

“Why’re you here?” John asked; already knowing the reason for your visit, without you saying anything. 

“Think we’ve all got some things we need to talk about,”

John shot Simon a glare at your words. 

An action that didn’t go unnoticed by you. 

You knew it was the two of them that you’d heard shouting; and you could take an educated guess what it was about. 

“Don’t be mad at him for telling me the truth,” you defended Simon; watching as John turned his attention towards you; his eyes softening slightly as his eyes met yours. 

“Best you take a seat then,” the captain said as Simon pulled out the closest seat to you, allowing you to sit down. 

You were all sitting around the table; like old times.

You felt a familiar ache in your heart as you braced yourself for whatever it was that you were going to be told; knowing the impact the truth could have on you; on them and your relationship with them.

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Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 8)

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You didn’t know what to do. 

You couldn’t sleep, no matter how hard you tried to, your mind just wouldn’t shut off. 

You didn’t know who to believe…you didn’t know who you wanted to believe. 

You should’ve wanted to believe Phillip, you were going to be his wife after all; but if you believed Phillip it meant that he was right about your exes. 

Jealous exes. 

Bitter exes. 

It was a narrative made sense, that they were just twisting the facts to favor themselves, to put themselves in a better light. 

Meaning that they were happy to hurt you all over again. 

But there was something about how Phillip had reacted that caused you to doubt him…

You’d never seen him so defensive, so angry; so avoidant of answering a question. 

He went from not knowing who Johnny and Simon were; to knowing that they were your exes, but he would’ve known them before that. 

He lied to you. 

Did that mean that his version of the situation was a complete lie?

Did they try to kill him in retaliation for what he’d done to them? 

Did they just go round killing his men to get revenge?

Or was the only reason his men were killed was because your exes felt threatened. 

Or did the truth, as it so often did, lie somewhere in the middle of both parties' story. 

But if so why would he leave you here alone if they were so dangerous?

It didn’t make any sense. 

An aggravated groan fell from your lips as you grabbed your phone and typed a number you’d memorised by heart; a number that you thought you were never going to text again. 

"We need to talk; come to the house. No one else, just you" was all you typed out; blunt and concise; somewhat like the very man that the message was going to. 

You weren’t entirely sure why you texted Simon: maybe it’s because you’d already messaged and called Y/f/n and had no reply…and you just needed to talk to someone.

Someone who you knew wouldn’t lie to you. 

You didn’t even know if he was still going to be awake at this hour, though you doubted his sleeping patterns had changed that drastically. 

But you did know that he was there that night. 

That he’d be able to give you a detailed explanation of what had happened that night; a factual one. 

Void of much, if any emotion, unlike Johnny who you could tell was just a bundle of rage and hurt,Simon knew how to shut off his emotions in a way none of the others did. 

You were worried if they were all present again that you’d just get angry as they tried to persuade you out of marrying Phillip. 

That’s not what you needed.

You need to know what happened. 

Once you had Simon's version of events; the full version, not just a snippet like he gave you earlier, then you’d try to talk to Phillip again and get his version. 

And hone that your gut would guide you into knowing who was lying and who was telling the truth. 

~~~~~

Simon wasn’t surprised often, but your text, that had caught him off guard a little.

He was certain that you weren’t going to want to talk to any of them ever again; so when your name flashed on his phone with a text message, e had to blink a few times, to make sure his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him, but it was real. 

He considered waking the others, but it was their first night home and they were all fast asleep. 

Johnny was snoring loudly next to him; he was pretty sure only a bucket of cold water would wake him up from the deep sleep he was in. 

John was lying on his back; one arm wrapped around Kyle who was lying on his chest, light snores leaving both of them. 

So much had been happening over the last few days; he wanted to let them rest. 

Especially seeing as you had specified in your message that you only wanted to talk to him. 

They’d have questions, wonder why they hadn’t been messaged and he had…of course he had suspicions as to why that was, but it wouldn’t be fair on them to tell them something he wasn’t sure was true. 

He could tell them everything when he came back. 

He wondered if Graves was there; if this was all a setup but that thought soon fell from his thoughts, this was his personal number. 

Not just anyone had it.

Only the people he cared about. 

And Graves certainly wasn’t one of those people; so unless he’d got it out of you somehow, Simon was certain the person that had messaged him, was you. 

He quickly got dressed, throwing on the black t-shirt and black jeans that he’d bunched up and thrown on the chair near the bed; and made his way out of the house. 

~~~~~

You saw the headlights of a car shining through the curtains in your living room; an unwelcome wave of anxiety washing over you as you rose to your feet. 

You were going to be alone with Simon in your house….it was only now that the thought dawned on you of how bad this would look if Phillip came home. 

‘What are you doing?’ You questioned yourself; like there was another person inside your head who was going to give you an answer. 

You could just not answer the door. 

Send Simon a message saying that you’ve changed your mind.

You could just believe your fiance. 

A knock at the door pulled you from the thoughts racing through your head and before your mind had even fully caught up with your actions, you were opening the door, letting Simon in. 

“Do you..uh want a tea?” You offered; trying to act like this situation was normal, in an attempt to try and ease your own anxiety. 

Simon raised an eyebrow, from where he stood in the hallway, “Depends? You gonna give me that berry infused shit again?”

You couldn’t help but snort at his words, “No,”

“Then yes,”

A few quiet moments passed as you both made your way into the kitchen and you made a tea for him, exactly how you remembered him liking it and a coffee for you

“Here you go,” you said, handing over the cup to Simon, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over you as you did so. 

You remembered the quiet mornings or extremely late evenings you two would share when he came back from a mission. 

“Thanks,” he replied, the two of you falling back into a familiar and comfortable silence. 

Both of you trying to work out what to say.

“What did he say? Simon asked, breaking the silence.

“That you’re twisting the story,” you began, looking down at your tea, avoiding his gaze, “Said that things only started going bad after you and Johnny got hostile, that you killed his men….that you tried to kill him.”

Too many images of people you loved lying dead on the ground filled your mind. 

Phillip. 

Johnny…

Simon…..

“Is it true?”

“We did kill his men and we did try to kill him, yeah, and we’d do it again,” Simon confirmed, honestly, taking a sip of his tea before placing it down on the counter next to him, “But we only started getting hostile after he betrayed us and detained people we were working with from another team.”

“He had his orders,” you repeated John's words from earlier, your eyes meeting his. 

Phillip was a soldier, he followed orders, that’s his job.

A scoff fell from Simon’s lips, “From another man who betrayed us,”

You wanted to ask him what he meant; find out what other man had betrayed them. 

But you knew that there were some things that Simon couldn’t talk about, that none of them could talk about and you knew that based on the look in his eyes, that he could say no more than that. 

“Do you believe him?”

His question making the ring on your finger feel heavier than it did earlier, you set your tea down on the counter next to you.

“I should,” you whispered, fiddling with the ring on your finger, “I shouldn’t even be having this conversation with you.”

“Why are you?” Simon questioned, genuinely curious about why you were here; unable to stop his heart from feeling a flicker of hope. 

Hope that you weren’t going to go through with the wedding. 

Hope that somehow, someway, you could come back to them….

He could see how conflicted you were, could see it in your eyes and the dark circles that were under them. 

But he could also see it in your demeanour, nervous, worried, confused, like your mind was trying to process a million and one things at once.

“There are just certain things that are making me doubt him…” your started, with a sigh, leaning back against the kitchen counter “he knew you were my exes, but I’d never told him about our relationship, he said Y/f/n told him…which I can’t really imagine.” 

You took a deep breath before continuing, “He also couldn’t give me a straight answer about what happened,”

“Does that not answer your question?”

“No,” you answered quickly, because as much as you had your doubts, his whole story wasn’t a lie, Simon and Johnny did kill Phillips' men, and they did try to kill him too.

That was a truth that Simon had already confirmed. 

A truth that you couldn’t help but feel was purposefully left out of their original explanation of what happened in Mexico.

You love Phillip; you had to at least give him some benefit of the doubt. 

“I love him, Si, I can’t just turn that off.”

Part of you wished that you could. 

That you could just close your eyes, snap your fingers and shut off your feelings. 

Your feelings for Phillip and the feelings that were still lingering in your heart for not only the man in front of you, but for all of the others too. 

“We wouldn’t lie to you, love, not after everything we put you through,” Simon answered softly; and you were unable to call him out on the nickname he used for you, just like you had been earlier in the evening when he said it. 

You don’t know why you didn’t tell him to not call you that, when you were so quick to correct John when he called you sweetheart. 

Maybe it was simply because John was the one who broke up with you; his words, his voice, that replayed in your mind the days, weeks, months after the breakup. 

Whereas Simon; Simon just stood there, like Johnny, like Kyle not saying a single word, just watching. 

“So I should just blindly believe you guys over him?” Your reply to his words was harsher than you wanted; but your mind and heart were just at a loss of who to believe. 

And as much as you doubted Phillip; the man in front of you, as well as your other exes, had more of a reason to lie to you.

“Why should I believe the people that broke up with me without a single tangible reason over the man that loves me?”

The sting of your breakup was raw in your voice as you looked at Simon; he pushed away from the counter he'd been leaning against and walked directly to you. 

“We love you,”

His words cut through your heart like a knife, winding you in a way you didn’t expect. 

In a way you remembered dreaming about hearing days after John ended things with you; in a way that made your heart ache now.

“You don’t get to do that, Si,”your words weren’t angry now, just sad, hurt.

“You wanted the truth didn’t you, that’s why I’m here, to give you the truth you want,”  

So you dared to ask a question that had plagued your mind for so long, hoping that Simon would continue to tell the truth. 

“Why did John end things?”

Simon was silent for a few moments, a few moments that felt like an eternity before finally saying, “He was worried people were gonna try to use you to hurt us.”

He was closer to you now, closer than he was upon his previous visit.

“What?” The disbelief was clear in your voice; his words not giving you the closure you sought, but simply adding to an already overwhelming confusion growing in your mind, “What people?”

“I can’t tell you anything else…” his voice was low as he raised his hand to your face, his hand hovering just inches away from your cheek as he waited for you to move. 

But you didn’t. 

Couldn’t. 

Your mind was too busy processing his confession. 

“But we never stopped lovin’ you, Y/n, not for a single second,” he continued, allowing his hand to touch your cheek delicately, as though you were of glass and he was scared you might break, “Leaving you was one of the hardest things we’ve been through, which, considering what we do for a livin’ is pretty a fucked up thing to say, but it’s the truth,”

You were in complete shock. 

His words. 

His confessions. 

His touch; a feeling that until now, you had no idea you’d even missed.

“Si-” 

You realised how close he was to you now; closer than you should’ve let him be. 

Simon knew he was close to crossing a line he shouldn’t; a line that he couldn’t come back from. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to kiss you, he did, badly. 

But he couldn’t do that to Johnny, John or Kyle, and he couldn’t do that to you. 

He knew you were already confused on what to believe, but now you had the truth. 

Well, as much truth as he could give you. 

You knew the most important truth, that they still loved you. 

You needed time. 

Time to process everything. 

“I should go,” he said softly, but he didn’t move an inch. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, your eyes gazing up his his, unable to not notice how quick your heart was racing inside your chest, “you should,”

He nodded at your words, turning around and grabbing his cup from the counter.

He quickly drank his tea and walked back over to you, placing his empty cup in the sink behind you.

“Thanks for the tea, love,” he breathed, placing a featherlight kiss on your cheek as he leaned past you, “We’ll be home for a few days, if you need us,”

That was all he said before he walked out of the kitchen and left your house.

You raised your hand, your fingers ghosting over your cheek where Simon’s lips had been moments before. 

He’d kissed your cheek. 

And you’d let him. 

You’d just let your ex kiss you on the cheek…

Simon’s confession shouldn’t have changed anything. 

Shouldn’t have changed how you felt. 

You love Phillip.  

But now, knowing that all this time that they’d done what they did to protect you….how could it not change things in some capacity. 

How could it not make you question things? 

They’d never stopped loving you. 

Simon’s admission made you question things about yourself.

Like if you really had ever stopped loving those men; or if you’d simply closed your heart and persuaded yourself out of loving them because you believed they no longer loved you. 

~~~~~~

Phillip hadn’t gone far; he was parked just down the road from the house; and it was a good thing too, otherwise he would’ve been noticed by the late night visitor you had. 

Simon Riley. 

Simon's visit confirmed what he was afraid of; that he was losing you. 

Maybe if the 141 knew the danger they were putting you in they would leave you alone; just like they were meant to. 

That’s what he’d been told when he took this mission...

All he had to do was marry you to hurt the 141 in a way that didn’t involve anyone getting physically hurt. 

But now they were poisoning you against; making you confront him about things you didn’t need to know the truth about. 

He saw the doubt growing in your eyes when he spoke to you.

Lying about Y/f/n telling him about your exes bought him some time; he thought you might believe that they could do that, knowing how much they hated your exes.

But given Simons visit, that plan clearly hadn’t worked. 

Meaning that he had to start thinking about what happened if you called off this wedding. 

What he had to do to you if you called off this wedding. 

That was a thought he hadn’t thought of in a while; there’d been no need to, up until a few days ago you were blissfully unaware of his connection to your exes, you were simply excited about planning the wedding. 

Phillip noticed his phone flash with a call from an unknown number; unknown to his phone, but he knew who was calling him.

It was the same person he’d messaged the moment he’d left the house after the argument you and he had had. 

“What’s happening, Graves?” An all too familiar voice questioned through the phone. 

“They found out, they’re trying to turn her against me,” he summarised simply; watching as Simon’s car pulled away from the house he shared with you. 

“Is it working?”

“Yes,” Phillip answered; knowing what his answer meant; but he couldn’t lie; it would only make things worse if he lied. 

“If this wedding doesn’t happen, you know what happens to her,” it wasn’t a question, it was a statement. 

“Yes,” Phillip repeated; though his voice was much quieter this time. 

He knew what he’d agreed to when he took this mission on. 

He thought that he’d be able to keep his feelings under control, but he couldn’t. 

He fell for you. 

He'd come to terms with that; knowing that the 141 would probably be too worried about your safety to come anywhere near you again. 

But that hope was now gone. 

You’d seen them; multiple times.

He knew that they were intent on stopping this wedding; whether they crashed it and stopped it themselves or persuaded you to call it off. 

The problem was, when he agreed to this mission, to marry you to hurt the 141; there was an additional clause. 

A clause that if you called off the wedding for whatever reason, he had to find another way to use you to hurt the 141. 

He had to kill you. 

But not before making you suffer; until the point that you were begging for the pain to end. 

“Are you still prepared to do what needs to be done, if that situation arises?”

He wanted to say no. 

But that wasn’t an answer he could give. 

He agreed to this. 

Regardless of his own feelings towards you; you were his mission first. 

“Yes,” Phillip answered again, before the call ended. 

He didn’t want that scenario to happen. 

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Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 7)

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The lights in the living room hummed faintly as you sat on the sofa; no longer able to focus on the book you’d hoped to read tonight. 

Instead your mind was only able to focus on the conversation you’d had with John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle. 

You didn’t know how long you’d been sitting in silence for, but when you heard the key in the front door lock; you automatically jumped, realising who it was outside.

“Hey, honey,” he called from the front door a moment later, his voice warm and completely unaware of the news you’d been told. 

You needed to talk to him about this. 

Needed to know the truth. 

You just didn’t know how to ask him…

When Phillip walked in, everything felt normal, to him it was just that, a normal evening. 

But for you nothing about this evening had been normal.

He shrugged his jacket off of his shoulders, tossing his keys into the bowl by the door that already held your keys inside it. 

“How was your night?” You asked in an attempt to act normal, like your brain wasn’t racing around with a hundred other questions you wanted to bombard him with. 

“Long but good,” Phillip answered with a smile as he entered the living room and walked directly over to you,”There was a karaoke night at the bar.”

There was a fleeting smile on your lips before it vanished; making Phillip’s eyes narrow, his eyes filled with both worry and confusion.

“You okay?” He asked softly, kneeling down in front of you, placing his hand on your cheek, caressing it softly. 

“I’m fine,” you lied, avoiding his gaze. 

He knew.

Knew that something was wrong. 

You couldn’t hide it from him; he knew you too well.

You studied his face. 

The face of the man you were in love with. 

The one you had memorized, trusted, leaned on in the darkest moments.

The man who said he wanted to build a life, a future,  with you.

“C’mon,” he breathed, moving his hand down slightly so that he could hook a finger under your chin and force you to look at him, “talk to me,”

You blinked, trying to work out what to say, and then you blurted out a question your mind hadn’t even fully processed,  “Do you know the names Johnny McTavish and Simon Riley?”

He lent back a little on his feet, staring at you like he hadn’t quite heard you right.

“What?”

“Johnny McTavish and Simon Riley ,” you repeated, the names of your exes, quieter this time. “Do you know who they are?”

Phillip laughed but there was no humor in this voice; no it was the kind of laugh people use when they want to buy time. 

A nervous laugh.

“Should I?” He asked, rising to his feet before beginning to walk into the adjacent kitchen. 

“They came here earlier, told me you’d tried to kill them a few years ago in Mexico…” You continued, rising to your feet to follow him. 

He froze for a brief moment before turning to look at you. 

“What?” He repeated, his eyebrows furrowing as he did so, probably confused about why you didn’t call him to tell him about this visit.

“They came here and told me you tried to kill them,” you repeated simply, “Is it true?”

You just needed him to tell you the truth. 

That’s all you needed. 

All you wanted. 

You needed him to look you in the eye and tell you his side of things. 

“Your exes are lying to you, they’re just trying stop you from being happy with anyone other than them”

You felt your chest tighten as the words left his lips.

You hadn’t told him that they were your exes; you’d never mentioned them before in your entire relationship….you couldn’t help but hear Simons words echoing in the back of your mind….

“Honey, listen—” he began, his tone softer now as he took tentative steps towards you, like you were an animal he was afraid to spook.

He was aware of the slip up on his words.

You stared at him, processing his words. 

How could he have known about the relationship you’d once held with these people despite never mentioning them? 

And why wasn’t he answering the question you’d asked?

You didn’t want to believe what John, Simon, Johnny and Kyle had told you; but there was an uneasy feeling spreading inside you, a gut feeling, that they weren’t the ones that were lying to you.

“They’re twisting the story,” Phillip attempted to reason; but all you heard were John's words echoing through your mind. 

“He’ll say we’re twisting the story,” 

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of his words hung heavy in the air. 

Were they twisting their version of events? Potentially, but Phillip wasn’t giving you his side. 

He wasn’t explaining anything. 

Instead he was just jumping straight onto the defensive; which was a side of him you’d never seen before. 

He’d always been so understanding and considerate…

But his current reaction was not what was confusing you. 

What was confusing you though, was how he knew that they were your exes and how John knew the very words that Phillip would use once you asked him about the situation. 

“I never told you they were my exes” you pointed out, voice barely louder than a whisper, but still loud enough to break the silence that had befallen you both, “How did you know?”

“Y/f/n told me about them,” Phillip answered.

His explanation was believable; though the fact that one of your dearest friends was talking to your fiance about your previous relationship without telling you at all, annoyed you. 

You trusted Y/f/n, trusted them to not talk about things behind your back. 

“I asked Y/f/n about your last relationship because when I brought it up with you, you changed the topic real quick,” he continued, taking a step towards you. 

“That’s because it hurt to talk about it,” you replied, taking a few steps back…he knew they were your exes when he tried to kill them…that just added more complications to the scenario.

“I know and I’m sorry, for asking Y/f/n about it and not you… ” Phillip began, placing one hand on your shoulder and the other back on your cheek, “But honey, don’t you see that they’re just trying to break us apart because they fucked up their chances with you.”

You didn’t want to pull away; his touch felt like home; making you forget everything that had happened for a brief moment. 

But then you remembered the men that had been standing in this very room just hours before, Simon’s words  still echoing in your mind. 

You remembered seeing nothing but truth when you looked into his eyes, as he told you about what had happened. 

You remembered John, how quiet he was, how the last thing he said to you was that you could be happy with anyone else…..you couldn’t help but wonder if his words were true, if this wasn’t Phillip you were marrying, would they be trying so hard to stop this wedding. 

You remembered seeing the scar on Johnny's arm from where Phillip supposedly shot him.  

And you remembered Kyle; sweet, kind, supportive Kyle, who days ago congratulated you on your engagement and upcoming wedding, was now  pleading with you to not go through with it. 

You pulled away from his touch, snapping back to reality, needing an answer to your question, “Did you shoot Johnny…did you try to kill him and Simon?”

“Honey-” 

“Why can’t you just answer the question?” You interrupted him before he could finish his sentence; you could feel your anger growing, hating that he couldn’t just give you a straight answer. 

It made the uneasy feeling in your gut grow. 

“Is there any point?” He snapped back, before a long sigh left his lips, “It’s clear you’re just going to believe them over me.”

You saw a flicker of hurt in his eyes and it made your heart ache, you wanted to reach out, to comfort him, to explain that you simply just wanted to know the truth. 

John, Simon, Kyle and Johnny were a lot of things and yes, they did break your heart; but they said that Phillip couldn’t be trusted…and right now, he wasn’t giving you anything that disproved their point. 

“I didn’t say that, Phillip,” you said softly, truthfully, “I just want to know the truth.”

Phillip took a step towards you, there was no comforting touch this time, just an unfamiliar fury growing in his eyes.

“The truth is, that I Iove you,  that I am not the man they are making me out to be and that you should be believing me over your bitter, jealous exes,” his voice was harsh, harsher than you’d ever heard him speak before, “Did they tell you how they tried to kill me? Or how many of my men they murdered?” 

You didn’t know what to say to him. 

You felt a wave of guilt wash over you at his words; the ring on your finger feeling heavy. 

No.

They didn’t tell you that. 

You felt stupid for not even considering that they would’ve tried to retaliate…

You knew them, knew how protective they are of each other when they’re at home, you could only imagine how that feeling became enhanced when they were on a mission. 

“No, I didn’t think so,” he muttered, answering his own question , before turning away from you and walking into the hallway. 

“Where are you going?” You questioned; this isn’t what you wanted, you didn’t want him to leave, not like this. 

“Out,” he bluntly replied, grabbing his keys from the bowl they were sitting in, heading down the hallway towards the door.

Part of you wanted to run after him, to apologise for what you’d said and just go back to the happy wedding prep bliss you’d been in for the last few days. 

But another part of you just couldn’t, because he didn’t give a straight answer to the question you’d asked him so many times.

“Text me when you’ve worked out that it’s me you, should be believing, not them,” was all he said before he slammed the door behind him, leaving you alone in the house, your mind spinning, trying to work out what to do and who to believe.

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Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 6)

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You were lying on your sofa, simply reading and relaxing after what had been an exhausting day of wedding preparation. 

Your social battery was absolutely drained, you didn’t want to talk to anyone; you just wanted to read your current book and chill, before going back to work. 

Thankfully, Phillip knew you well enough to know how socially exhausting today had been, and decided to go out with some work colleagues to give you some space. 

He was good like that. 

You were so engrossed in the book, that the sudden ringing of your doorbell made you jump a little. 

You scowled at the door as though the inanimate object itself was the source of your distraction.

You knew it wasn’t Phillip, he’d made sure to take his keys in case you fell asleep before he got home.

Knowing that it wasn’t your fiance at the door made you a lot more reluctant to open it; especially given that it was 9pm and starting to get dark outside. 

But then the bell rang again, followed by several quick yet short knocks. 

Whoever it was was certainly persistent. 

A defeated sigh left your lips as you placed the book down on the small coffee table next to you.

All you wanted to do was read and have a peaceful evening, was that too much to ask for?

You’d only just got to your feet before the ringing of the bell came once again. 

“Just gimme sec, jeez,” you shouted from the living room, quickly walking into the hallway and opening the door. 

“Look, I don’t know what-” you began your voice trailing off as you stared at the four men in front of you. 

“Nope,” you pretty much shouted at them, attempting to slam the door in their faces, but the door was halted by Simon’s foot on the bottom of the door frame. 

He didn't flinch.

Not even a little.

“We just wanna talk, sweetheart ” John spoke, leaning his head around the door slightly so that he could see you. 

“I don't want to talk to you,” you snapped back, “and don’t call me, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry,” John apologised, even in the dim light of your porch, you could see the hurt flicker in his eyes at your words. 

“How did you even know where I live?” 

“We had some help with that,” Johnny admitted, his voice coming from behind John, his figure hidden.

You didn’t need to ask who. 

You knew who. 

Kate Laswell.

Well now you just felt like all your privacy had been violated; fantastic. 

“Please, just let us explain why we’re here,” Kyle urged. 

You couldn’t understand what had changed in such a short time with Kyle, one minute he was congratulating you on your engagement and apologising for his partners uninvited arrival at your workplace, the next he was partaking with them in an uninitiated arrival at your home. 

Another sigh fell from your lips; knowing that there was no way you were going to be able to close this door with Simon’s foot wedged on the frame.

You didn’t really want to let them in. 

But what choice did you really have? 

Your mobile was in the living room so you couldn’t exactly call anyone. 

“Y/n, please,” Simon's plea filled your ears; you suppose you should be grateful he wasn’t forcing himself into your home, you knew his strength, knew he could easily just shove the door and be inside the house already. 

You pulled the door back, away from Simon’s foot and looked at all four of them, crossing your arms across your chest, trying to keep control of the anger burning inside of you. 

Your eyes met John first; hearing a relieved sigh fall from his lips. 

Next to him was Simon, unreadable as ever.

Behind Simon was Johnny, who you noticed was wearing the hoodie you stole and slept in for a month when you were dating. 

And next to the Scotsman was Kyle, who looked nervous, you noticed how much he was fidgeting behind John.

It was weird; you’d never really seen Kyle nervous before. 

And his nervousness only added to your confusion as to why they were here.

What were they expecting? 

To just pop back up in your life and waltz back in as your  partners like nothing had ever happened?

“What are you doing here?” Your questioned firmly, part of you desperate to have an explanation as to why they were here. 

The other part, knowing that their answer, regardless of what it was, was probably going to involve you cancelling your wedding which just simply enraged you. 

“We need to talk,” John stated, his voice continuing to remain calm despite the evident rage in your words and actions. 

“I gathered that,” you snapped back coldly, taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself down before talking again.

“What about?”

“About Graves,” Johnny answered, his eyes meeting yours. 

Graves?

Phillip? 

They wanted to talk to you about Phillip?

Johnny called him Graves instead of Phillip….like he knew him…how the hell could he or any of them know Phillip. 

Your stomach flipped as your confusion grew, "Phillip?"

“Just let us come in and we’ll explain,” Kyle stated; you knew letting them in was probably going to be a bad idea.

You knew they wouldn’t hurt you, not physically at least; but that didn’t mean that you weren’t going to be more pissed off with them by the time they left.

Slamming the door in their faces wasn’t an option either, evidently. 

And you couldn’t help but be curious, curious about what shit they’d managed to make up to persuade you to not marry your Fiancé. 

You were certain it was about that subject at least.

You stared at them; the four men you'd loved, the four men you'd trusted with everything, and stepped back, pulling the door fully open. 

“You’ve got ten minutes, after that I’m calling the police,” you warned, watching as the four men filed into your home, walking down the hallway and into your living room. 

It was a bizarre feeling, seeing people that you thought you’d spend a future with in a home you’d built (metaphorically) with the person you were actually going to spend your future with.

You noticed each of them looking around at different things; a sense of familiarity washing over each of them as they recognised things that used to live within the walls of their home. 

Little things, like candles, pictures, throws that were over the sofa. 

“Talk,” you instructed, making them all turn and look at you. 

“You can’t marry Graves,” Johnny began, taking a step closer to you. 

You backed away, a bitter laugh leaving your lips as you shook your head, “none of you, have the right to tell me who I can and cannot marry.”

“He’s not who you think he is,” Kyle continued, mimicking Johnny's steps.

His words made your blood boil. 

“Pot kettle,” you snarked back.

None of the men before you turned out to be the people you believed them to be; but Kyle had the audacity to say that about the man you were marrying; and your response signified that. 

“Y/n, you can’t trust him,” John stated, only adding to your anger. 

“But I can trust you right, John?” The sarcasm was dripping in your voice; and you didn’t even care at the frustrated and hurt look he gave you. 

Part of you felt like you were going insane; the people who broke your heart were standing here telling you that you couldn’t trust your soon to be husband,  without actually giving you any reason why.

“Why do you seem to believe I can’t trust him?” You asked exasperatedly, losing your patience,

Simon took a few strides towards you, you went to back away but the cabinet behind you halted your movements. 

“He shot Johnny,” his tone was quiet, as though he was worried there was someone outside of this room was going to hear him. 

You felt all the rage inside you freeze at his words for a brief moment. 

Your eyes searched Simon’s; looking for an indication that he was lying, but there was none, all you could see was truth in his eyes. 

You glanced behind Simon’s muscular figure to look at Johnny; searching for confirmation of Simon’s accusation. 

“Shot me in the arm when we were in Mexico, before trying to kill Si and me,” Johnny explained, taking his hoodie off to show you the scar on his arm. 

This couldn’t be real. 

They had to be making it up to just stop the wedding from happening….but something inside you, something deep down inside of you couldn’t help but believe the words they were saying. 

“You’re lying,” you whispered, unsure of who you were trying to convince, them or yourself. 

“I’m not,” Simon stated, his eyes meeting yours, “you know I’m not.”

Simon kept certain things from you during your relationship; that was true, but he never lied to you. 

Never. 

He was always straight with you about the things he felt comfortable talking about and if he didn’t want to talk about something, he simply told you that. 

“He’ll try to deny it,” he continued, “Or he’ll say we’re twisting the story to get you back,” 

His voice was firm, but his eyes were soft, you felt a slight ache in your heart as you stared into them, the moments you shared flashing through your mind, the good and the bad.

“Isn’t that what you’re trying to do, twist the story?” You whispered, tearing your eyes away from Simon’s to look at the others. 

“Why did he try to kill you?” The words felt foreign leaving your mouth, your mind barely processing the words you were saying. 

“He had his orders,” John answered simply as Simon took a few steps away from you, allowing you to see the captain and the others. 

A shaky breath escaped your lips.

What did you do with this information?

Phillip was a soldier, you knew that; you’d assumed given his job that he’d killed people; just like the men currently in this room had. 

But trying to kill Johnny and Simon….it made you feel sick to your stomach and confused.

“Ye cannae trust him and ye certainly canne marry him,” Johnny spoke softly, clearly seeing how confused you were by what was going on. 

“Do you guys just enjoy ruining my life?” You scoffed, feeling the tears beginning to form in your eyes, attempting desperately to blink them away. 

You were not going to cry. 

Not in front of them. 

Not again.

You refused to. 

“Quite the opposite, love,” Simon replied back solemnly, “we fuckin’ hate it.”

“Then why can’t you just let me be happy?”

“You can be happy, with anyone else,” John responded back softly.

“Just not him,” Kyle finished; wanting nothing more than to hold you so you could cry properly whilst he comforted you.

You glanced up at the clock, realising that their time had ended and now they had to leave, before you completely broke down. 

“Your ten minutes is up,” you pointed out to them, nodding towards the clock on the wall.

“Y/n-,” Johnny started, reaching out to you, not wanting to leave you like this, not again. 

But you shrugged away his touch; worried that you would lose what little composure you were holding on to if you let his fingers linger on you. 

“Get out,”

Your words were harsh, anger and sadness morphing together and leaving no room for a discussion to be had.

"I'm sorry," Kyle whispered his apology to you as they all began to file out of the room.

It was only when you heard the door close that you let yourself break down; trying to wrap your head around the fact that the man you’re in love with tried to kill two of the people who’d once been as important to you as he was. 

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Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 5)

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Kyle needed space. 

Away from John, Simon, Johnny and the military base itself. 

So he decided to see a late night viewing of the first Lord Of The Rings movie; hoping that by the time he got back, all of his partners would be fast asleep. 

He just needed to get out and distract himself from everything that had happened during the day. 

Distract himself from the arguments he’d had with his partners.

Distract himself from the rage and pain he kept feeling whenever he thought about them seeing you. 

Distract himself from the slight jealousy festering inside his heart when he thought of you with your new partner…

Was going to watch a movie that he’d last watched with you, the best way to stop himself from thinking about you.

Probably not. 

But the only other movie that was showing tonight was the new horror film he’d seen advertised on the tv, and he certainly wasn’t going to go and watch that. 

So with that decision made, he grabbed his movie ticket, a small tub of popcorn and a large cup of lemonade before making his way to the cinema screen the movie was showing in. 

Despite trying not to, he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering to the last time he’d watched The Lord Of The Rings. 

You were snuggled against his side; with his arm wrapped around you, holding you close. 

The pain of that memory was enough to make Kyle reflect on his movie choice.  

‘Maybe the horror film was a better idea,’ he thought to himself; unable to get the image of you and him cuddled up on the sofa from his mind.

Leading to all of his memories of you to play in his mind, a film his own mind had created of you. 

Of them. 

Of all of them. 

He was so lost in the memories of you, that he walked straight into someone accidentally. 

“Shit, sorry,” he apologised, watching as the person he’d bumped into turned around, facing him. 

Kyle was certain his heart paused for a brief moment, realising that the person he’d bumped into, was you. 

~~~~~

You weren’t a huge fan of horror movies, you didn’t hate them, you just found them a little boring due to their predictability. 

But your Fiance loved them and it was his turn to pick the movie you guys watched tonight, seeing as you chose the restaurant they’d eaten in earlier in the evening. 

You were currently waiting for said Fiance, who’d just stepped out of the cinema to take a quick work call. 

You were lost in the world of your phone, scrolling through it absentmindedly, when somebody barged directly into you, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Shit, sorry,” you heard a very familiar voice say from behind you. 

You didn’t believe it at first; that was until you turned around and saw Kyle standing directly in front of you. 

Kyle Garrick…

“Hi,” he said softly with a smile on his lips. 

“Are you guys following me or something?” You questioned, your annoyance clear in your voice, you weren’t at work now, you didn’t have to be polite anymore. 

Why was he here? 

Were the others here too? 

You glanced around the room, but couldn’t see anyone else around, thankfully. 

“It’s just me,” Kyle confirmed, noticing your action. 

You couldn’t help but be relieved by his answer even though a small part of you hated that you felt that way. 

“And I’m not following you, I’m just here to watch one of the greatest films ever made,” he answered innocently, nodding over to the trailer that was playing on the bed screen at the side of them. 

You simply nodded in response; a wave of guilt washing over you at your harshness towards him.

Of course he was here to see The Lord Of The Rings film showing tonight, it was his favourite movie… 

“I’m sorry about the others by the way, they shouldn’t have shown up at the coffee shop the way they did…”

Kyle’s apology caught you completely off guard, your mouth going dry as his words processed in your mind.

You honestly didn’t know what to say to him; you just stared at him, shocked.

“I’m sorry for everything we put you through, Y/n and I’m glad you’re happy,” he continued.

You could hear the sincerity in his voice; and that left you even more astonished. 

Hearing your name fall from his lips, stunned you almost as much as the apology he’d just given you did. 

Kyle very rarely ever called you by your name, even if you guys were arguing he wouldn’t do it…the last time he would’ve said your name would’ve been when you first started dating the group. 

It felt weird.

You wanted to be angry at him for all the pain you’d endured from him; just like you had been with the others, but he’d done something that the others didn’t. 

He apologised. 

And he didn’t try to act like the past two and a half years hadn’t happened, in fact he was the only one of them who was acting like it did. 

And you appreciated that. 

You smiled at him, not a fake or forced smile, a proper smile. 

“Thank you,” you breathed, finding your voice. 

“Congratulations on the engagement and upcoming wedding by the way,” he said, glancing down at the ring on your hand. 

You hadn’t even realised that you’d been fiddling with the precious piece of jewellery on your finger until Kyle looked down at the ring; making your hands freeze. 

“Thank you,” you repeated, slightly overwhelmed by his kindness and completely unsure of what else to say to him.

“The movie’s about to start, so I gotta go," he said, giving you another smile before walking past you and towards the screen room his movie was showing in. 

“Sorry, honey, that call took longer than I thought,” the voice of your fiance said behind you, snapping you back to repair as he placed a kiss on your cheek.

“Popcorn?” He questioned, leading you over to the concessions counter. 

~~~~~~

It hurt Kyle, to be happy for you; and to tell you that he was happy for you. 

He couldn’t help but be slightly proud of himself for doing it though. 

However, when he noticed the genuine smile that curved on your lips; he could feel his heart aching…

‘You deserve to be happy’ he kept mentally repeating the phrase to himself, like a mantra. 

But he couldn’t help his own curiosity.

He knew that you would probably be here with someone, seeing as you didn’t like going to cinemas on your own. 

He knew that it was either going to be one of your friends joining you for the movie, or your fiance. 

He couldn’t deny that he was surprised that you were watching a horror movie over The Lord Of The Rings, but thought maybe you were avoiding it because of the memory of watching it with him. 

He assumed you were seeing the horror film anyway, given that you had no reaction to him saying the movie that he was watching. 

He hovered outside the door to his screening, subtly glancing back now and then to see who it was that was going to be joining you. 

And just like that, he saw the man who he assumed was your Fiance, given that he was kissing your cheek and holding your hand.

Kyle’s popcorn slipped out of his hand in pure shock, he was only just keeping his drink steady in his hand. 

He thought he was wrong. 

Hoped that he was wrong. 

But he continued to watch the two of you; and there was no denying who that man was. 

It made Kyle feel sick to his stomach.

He didn’t want to admit it, especially not after everything that happened earlier in the evening…but John, Simon and Johnny were right. 

They had to stop this wedding. 

He wanted you to be happy, he truly did, but there was one thing he knew about Phillip Graves….He couldn’t be trusted.

And he certainly didn’t dare to trust Graves with you. 

Kyle wasted no time in running back to his car and driving back to the base, certain that he’d broken several speed limits on the way there. 

But he didn’t care. 

He cared about you; cared about stopping your wedding. 

He burst through the door to John's office, just like Johnny had done this morning, except Kyle nearly tripped over his own feet when he entered the room. 

“Easy, Kyle,” John said, quickly catching Kyle in his arms before he could stumble to the floor. 

“Ye alright?” Johnny asked, taking a few steps towards Kyle, confused by his panicked entrance. 

Kyle shook his head as he steadied himself, between John, “She’s marrying Graves,”

“What?” Simon asked, hoping that he’d heard Kyle wrong. 

“She’s marrying Graves,” he repeated; with a look of absolute dread in his eyes. 

“How do you know?” Johnny asked; in slight disbelief at Kyle’s words. 

“I saw him, with her at the cinema,”

His answer made their blood run cold.

John and Kyle knew what Graves had done to Simon and Johnny; knew that Graves betrayed them and then tried to kill them.

“I thought he was dead,” Johnny sighed, running his hands over his face. 

“We all did,” Simon muttered, placing his hand on Johnny's shoulder.

“We need to stop this wedding,” Kyle said, glancing at Simon and Johnny quickly,  before meeting John's eyes.  

“Then we’re all agreed,” John stated with a nod. 

They weren’t going to let this wedding happen. 

They couldn’t let you marry him. 

“Do ye think he’s with her cos of us?” Johnny asked, vocalising the question that had flickered in all of their minds. 

After both Graves and Shepherd's betrayal in Mexico; John got worried.

Worried that Shepherd might use you to get to them. 

He hoped the worry would fade once he came home; but it didn’t. 

It just got worse. 

That’s when he knew, knew that he had to break up with you, to keep you safe. 

Shepherd knew who you were; he'd met you a handful of times when you visited them at the base or there was work party you were able to attend...it would've been easy to target you whilst they were away on mission...

That’s how he explained it to the others; that’s why they agreed to it. 

They’d all collectively agreed to have you be safe but hate them, then love them but be at risk. 

But now they find out that you’re getting married to the man who not only betrayed them, but also works for the very man they were trying to protect you from all along. 

“I don't know but it doesn’t matter, ‘cos we’re gonna stop this wedding,” John clarified, the other men present in the room, nodding in agreement.

They needed to make sure you were safe, and as far away from Graves and Shepherd as possible.

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Poly!141 x Reader - Stop The Wedding (Part 4)

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Kyle stood with his arms folded across his chest, completely and utterly baffled at his partner's actions. 

John had been gone most of the afternoon but came in a few minutes after Simon and Johnny had left to go food shopping. 

In the captain's hands was a familiar takeaway coffee cup that Kyle recognised far too easily. 

And then Johnny and Simon returned with identical takeaway coffee cups.

Now they were all sitting in front of Kyle in the living room and he felt like a teacher scolding children. 

Both John and Johnny wore a solemn look on their faces; like kicked puppies. 

Simon, despite his nonchalant demeanour, was also evidently sad, it was clear in his eyes, at least it was to the people present in the room.

As much as part of Kyle wanted to be sympathetic to them; he was mainly just angry and  hurt. 

Angry because this is exactly what he thought would happen if he went to go and see you himself. You were clearly happy. That was good. He’d meant what he said to John that morning, you deserved it, especially after the pain they put you through. 

But he knew it would twist him up to see you happy about someone else. 

Which is why he made quick work of distracting himself so that he didn’t think about you. 

He thought the others were doing the same; but he was clearly wrong. 

Which is also why he was so hurt; because now everyone except him, had seen you. 

Even if they’d come back deflated, they’d at least been able to look at you one last time….

“What were you guys thinking?” Kyle questioned; the sharpness in his voice not unnoticed by the three men sitting in front of him. 

“I was thinking that I wanted to see her,”Johnny replied back; his calm tone only furthering the other Sargents' irritation. 

“And how exactly did that go?” 

Kyle's question was rhetorical.

He knew based on the looks on his partners faces that the interaction with you had gone poorly even without any of them answering 

“Well she wasn’t exactly happy with us,” Johnny answered with a frown. 

“Nor me, she made my coffee wrong,” John mumbled, taking a brief sip of the drink, trying to force himself to drink the coffee, simply ecause it was  made by you.  

“Gave him a raspberry tea, and me something that tastes like grass,” Johnny continued, nodding over to Simon before turning his attention back to Kyle. 

“Well what did you expect?” Kyle scoffed, running a hand over his face in frustration. 

“We can’t let her get married,” John stated firmly; catching everyone in the room off guard. 

“Ye’ve changed your tune from this mornin’,” Johnny said, unable to stop the small smile from forming on his lips, knowing that the Captain was now on his and Simon’s side.  

“I just thought about it….thought about her,” Johns words trailed off as he looked at Kyle; his eyes were soft; hoping that somehow just that look alone would calm him down. 

It didn’t. 

“And what?”Kyle challenged,“You thought that seeing us again was going to make her cancel her wedding?”

Kyle didn’t snap at any of them often; and certainly not at  John; not only was he their Captain on missions, but they also had a close bond and, most of the time the two of them had a similar thought process on things.

Apart from now. 

The room fell silent at Kyle’s outburst; each man trying to work out what to say to him, to help him understand where they were coming from.

“How do you think she felt?” It was Kyle’s own voice that broke the silence; his tone was softer now but there was an undeniable fury in his eyes. 

“She was clear about how she felt,” Johnny retorted back; earning a small slap on the shoulder from Simon; who was hating that they were all arguing. 

It reminded him of when John had told them that he was going to have to end things with you, it caused so many arguments after you’d left. 

It nearly destroyed them. 

And he could see that same pain in Kyle’s eyes, this time it was at their betrayal…Simon wanted nothing more than to fix the situation within the group, but he didn’t know how to. 

“You ambushed her at work!” Kyle seethed. 

“Kyle, breathe,” John said; standing up to try and touch Kyle’s shoulder to help calm him down; hating how worked up he was getting. 

“With respect, John, don’t tell me what to do right now,” Kyle strained, shuffling back a little, away from John's touch. 

“It’s been two and a half years and you guys just popped up out of the blue to see here, like nothing happened.”

The group remained silent, allowing Kyle to continue venting his questions to them;

“Did any of you apologise to her?”

“Did any of you ask how she’d been?”

“Did any of you congratulate her on her engagement and upcoming wedding?”

“Why would we congratulate her?” Johnny countered back; rising to his feet, anger becoming evident in the Scotsman’s tone at the ludicrous words that he’d just heard. 

“Because we let her go; we made our choices and now we have to live with the consequences of them,” Kyle argued back, taking a step closer to Johnny; his words reminding them all that they all agreed to the separation that broke them up, not you. 

“If we see her, and that’s a big if because she’s probably going to try and avoid us as much as possible,” he continued; realising his own rage, as he stepped back away from Johnny. 

He didn’t want to fight with any of them and certainly not physically. 

He needed to go and calm down; to process what had happened. 

“But if for some reason we do see her;” his voice was much softer now as he walked towards the door joining the living room they were all currently in, to the hallway, “we need to act like we’re not still in love with her,”

“I can’t do that,” Simon stated; finally speaking, his tone wasn’t harsh; but it was firm, as though he was stating a fact, “none of us can, not even you, Kyle.”

Kyle was nearly out of the room when he replied back with, “That’s why I didn’t go to see her.”

His reply wasn’t filled with rage; just a sadness that they all could relate too.

Before any of them could say anything else or try to comfort him, he walked out of the room completely, closing the door behind him so that he could go and calm down, before he murdered his partners for their stupidity. 

Leaving John, Simon and Johnny in the room, Kyle’s words still echoing in their ears.

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