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hellsfirekeepsyouwarm · 7 months

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I Swear To You

Frank Castle x Reader Requested:

Hello my lovely writer, I'm in great need of some protective care taking fluffy angsty Frank Castle fic. And so I was wondering if you are interested in my request =) please let me know what you think. Frank has a cute new neighbor. They ended up talking a lot, Frank even flirting with her, but doesn't have the guts to make a move. One evening she was on a date which went sideways. The creep drugged her. As she notices something is wrong she snuck out of the bar calling a taxi to go home as fast as she can. He manhandled her as he notices she waiting for a taxi but she makes it home... She barely made it to pay the driver as she stumbled to her door to out if it from her spiked drink, so she isn't able to open her door let alone find her key. She collapses at Sehr front door, lying in the Cola night (maybe she hit her head pretty badly when going down). Frank comes home and finds her in feoneof her door. She's hypothermic and he notices her weird state and knows instantly she was drugged. So he takes care of her and her wounds and tries to warm her up. He nurses her back the next days

I hope you like it and thanks for requesting, and sorry for pushing this out for too long.

TW: Mentions of dru-gs, mentions of SA, puking, a terrible man doing terrible things

Frank was a goner. The moment he spotted you at the end of the hallway, gently balancing on your high heels, dress hugging your curves perfectly, hair and makeup done like you were ready to walk the red carpet, he knew he messed up. He messed up when he let his facade fall, and let you see the real him. Or part of him. Nothing was out of place, he came back from work, catching your right opposite of his door, going to a walk, to get a coffee, to meet up with your friends. You greeted him just the same, but your smile was giddy, a little bit too wide for a regular day.

He was oblivious to a lot of things, but even he could see that you are going to a date. And the guy is pretty fucking lucky tonight. He could see you wanted to impress, and you already won, because he was fascinated. He took sneaky glances, tried to act casual when you eyes spotted him walking towards you, shoulders heavy with a long ass day behind him. You greeted him as usual, asked about his day as usual, but he just couldn't act like usual. He had to acknowledge how beautiful you looked, and he did just that. A compliment, then a hidden question to confirm his suspicion. Your hips swayed as you walked away from him, giggling at his compliment, dissepearing into the night.

He was in deep. Too deep.

You had a good time, the best since a while. He was charming, charismatic, a kind face with a killer smile. Smooth talk, lingering touches. He was literally perfection. He really was.

As the night progressed, your glass never emptied out fully, he made sure you had plenty to drink. You didn't think much of it, his glass was the same, always full, often smiling into the golden liquor that grazed his lips. You ate, but surely not enough for the amount of drinks you consumed. How much did you really drink? You couldn't recall when your vision started to feel so tunnel like, or how your head felt heavy like a brick strapped to it. The more you felt it, the often his smile faltered.

First you thought you were just tired, haven't ate enough, that's why you are being a lightweight now. But in the back of your mind something told you it wasn't that. You only drank wine, wine that most of the time brought the frizzy numbness to you and the giggles out from you, meanwhile right now, you feel like you drank an entire cupboard of alcohol.

He is closer now. Pulled his chair next to you sometime you don't remember happening, if you saw it, you already forgot it. His breath fanning you ear as he speaks to you, something along the lines of going home, having a good time, taking it somewhere more private.

You wonder if you can walk to the restroom, or even stand up on your feet. You never had to wonder. Alcohol never made you think you physically can't move your body as you want. Panic have settled in your bones, silently urging you to do something. Anything, just to get away from him. You felt his fingers grazing your thigh, pushing your dress higher with every stroke, his voice still murmuring into your ear, although you cannot understand what he's saying.

You excuse yourself, trying to mimic you half an hour ago self. Flirty and joyful, you try to laugh it off, telling him you have to freshen up, telling that you have to pee badly, giggling while admitting it. You must act good, because when you slip off the chair, his warmth doesn't follow, nor his voice. You heart is beating rapidly in your chest, probably the only thing that you can concentrate on to not fall face first to the ground.

You are so fucking hopeful you walk somewhat towards to restroom, so he doesn't realize you are figuring your way out of the place.

A cute face emreges in front of you, your body oddly colliding with the person, you hands flying up to steady yourself on their shoulder. You would be so embarrassed if you were sober. It's a waitress, asking you if you are alright, honest concern in her voice.

You mumble something out, praying it makes sense and she'll know what you need.

"You want to go home? Want us to call a taxi?" She asks with a comforting voice. "Do you need us to call someone?"

Frank's name comes to mind first, and you silently scold yourself for never asking for his number.

"Hmmm, no."

"Let us call a taxi, yeah love?" She says, gently pushing your body forward with her hands eloping you in a side hug. Everything is blurry, your vision only picking up bits and parts of the world around.

You were more than sure that he put something in your drink. If your body wasn't so numb, you would be an erratic mess right now. Your senses are limited, everything comes and goes like a dream. You are not even afraid what he had put in your drinks, you just want to get away from him far away enough so he cannot talk the sweet lady out of helping you. You momentarily feel the cold breeze outside before the early winter air hits you in full force, the cold easing your flaming skin.

"HEY, excuse me. Where are you taking her?" The hair stands up on your whole body from his voice. Sweet, hidden malicious. "No i won't take a step back, where are you taking my girlfriend? Honey look at me!"

You don't have anything in you to respond. You just want to go home.

"Sir you need to leave her alone."

Hushed voices follows movement, softly pushing and pulling you around. Where is your purse? Did you left there at the table? You have your phone and wallet in it, you'll need that.

"My purse, my phone.." You mumble, feeling your body lowered to a flat surface.

"It's in your hands love, take care." The lady says, her voice is distant. You squeeze your hand, feeling a tiny little strap in your palm confirming your fingers are locked on your bag. You barely feel the material on your skin.

"Where to?" Your eyes go wide with a new voice calling out. You are getting comfortable at the back of a taxi, an older man looking at you, waiting for an answer, the dim light up on the car's ceiling giving him a really bad angle.

You hear yourself telling him the address, the sound is like someone else and not you. The car goes smoothly, at least that's how you feel it, the seats smell funny, and the lights outside paints a weird image through the windows, your head's starts to spin as you can't comprehend your surrounding no more. You just wish the taxi driver is kind enough to lead you to your door.

You wished and you were so wrong. He calls out to you plenty of times before you manage to get out of the car, almost tripping over your own feet while doing so, trying to give him money for the ride.

And that's it, the car speeds off behind you, leaving you trembling on the sidewalk. Just a few steps right? That's all it takes to get to your apartment.

Your body sways with each drag of your legs, barely standing up. How you manage to get to your door? You don't know, probably will never know. But you eventually do, legs giving out right in front of it, landing on your knees with a sharp pain then ending up on your butt, the ice cold ground burning your skin where it connects.

Your body gives in to the drug in your system, turning the world to black.

He took a peaceful walk to the nearest diner, a place he and you are very fond of, often bumping to each other there, one of those times you said yourself how you love the oldschool vibe and the quiet there. Frank only grabbed a coffee to go, the couple of minute walk clearing his messy head, head that is filled to the brim with thoughts of you. It's rare to him, to have something else on his mind than his family or blood rage and revenge. It's refreshing and terrifying. When he left, you weren't home yet, almost two hours after you waved goodbye to him, and he started to feel restless. Two hour isn't too much for a first date? He wouldn't know, even back in the day he wasn't the guy who took girls to a date. His parents raised him old fashioned, but he usually liked the simpler things. Car rides, walks with deep talks, cheap picnic with soda and snacks. So what does he knows about fancy restaurant dates?

It's cold, too cold for the tiny dress you were dressed in, but he would take you home right? He would take you home, making sure you walk in your front door, seeing it close behind you before leaving. But that's him, and he knows for sure not every man thinks like that.

The coffee warming his palm, giving him some sort of comfort to his uneasiness, his eyes searching for the familiar door when he takes a turn to your street.

No lights up yet? Now he's worried. You might went home with him. It's possible, you are a beautiful grown woman, who probably knows very well what she wants. But his jaw clenches nevertheless at the thought. His eyes dart away in shame, knowing he has no right to be mad at you for having a good time.

His head snaps back so quick it hurts his neck, in the corner of his eyes a big dark spot in front if your door that wasn't there before. He blinks for a few times to make sure it's not just his brain tricking him into some illusions. His mind failed him before, showing him terrible things that weren't really there, but the rapid beating of his heart and the pounding in his head is a signal of the familiar danger he encountered so many times before. The type of feeling in his gut when he knows the worst is coming.

And nothing could have prepared him for your frozen body on the freezing ground. In your tiny dress, exposed skin sticking to the concrete, the contains of your purse scattered around.

His instinct kicks in with full force, his hands fumbling for a pulse under your skin. He checks your wrist and neck before pulling your numb body up to his embrace, without thinking twice about who might see him taking you into his apartment. God knows how did you end up there, and he's not risking it if your date shows up at your door, finishing what he had started.

Because why else would you be lying knocked out in front of your home, why couldn't you get in, why else would you loose consciousness if not because of a doing of a horrible piece of shit man?

He is a man on a mission. Something he felt ages ago, and now it's welcomed with a sense of purpose and a sharp sting in his heart.

You are terribly cold in his hands, and he has to hush the voice in his mind that tells him the worst possible outcome.

He rushes to his bed, putting you down on his sheets gently, fingers trembling as he pulls your damp dress off of you, at this point he can't bothered that you are nearly naked in his bed, this isn't how he imagined it. He rushes off, his boots heavy on the creaking wooden floor, looking for the warmest clothes he has in his mostly empty wardrobe. It's a hoodie and sweatpants he comes up with, the best he can offer.

He knows you'll be greatly embarrassed when you come to your senses, so when he removes your undergarments, he tries to do it as respectfully as it's possible. One clothing off and another on, your icy skin burning under his warm hands, the sensation leaving a bad taste in his mouth. A reminder that he has a bastard to find after you are recovered.

His mind is racing, the loud thump in his ears slowly quieting down as he checks for your pulse again, cursing himself that he doesn't have a damn thermometer. He should have called an ambulance, he thinks. But god knows how much time they need to get here, if they ever. He's being selfish. But you are in good hands, he wants to think you are okay with him.

He's greatful for his years in the military, now more than ever. When it comes to himself, he's tactical and precise but numb. Any wound he stitched up and treated is decent enough, but nothing more. His own discomfort and pain is a welcomed guest. But right now it's not his body that is in pain, and he's not allowed to be careless and emotionless. You are wrapped up in his bed, safe and sound, but it's nothing to soothe his nerves.

He grabs a towel from the bathroom, the exact same of the pretty set you gave to him a couple of weeks ago when you saw his own torn up one, insisting he needs it way more than your wardrobe where you kept it since buying them. He gently lifted your head from the soft pillow, neatly covering your damp hair in it, your soft breaths music to his ears, he leans closer, just to confirm you are breathing evenly.

He considers for moment before deciding to open your eyes with his fingertips, his suspicion is confirmed by your blown pupils, the color of your eyes barely visible from the blackness of it. He sighs, rage and anger coursing through his veins, tempting him to get up and find the fucker. It would be easy, so easy. But you need him more than he needs to ease the bloodlust.

Just now he realizes he is still in his coat, sweat glistening on his forehead, his body hot under the layers he should get rid of, dirty boots tainting the already year long stained flooring of his apartment.

He glances over to you, a last conformation you are okay before he himself changes from his street clothes.

He doesn't mean to overstep, but when he goes back to you, and you body is just as cold as when he found you outside, his mind is set. He carefully slips in to the bed, he himself isn't sure how he manages to get under you, he searches for the best way for his body to give off it's heat to you. So you are now trapped between his legs, back laying heavily on his abdomen, hair tickling his bare skin. It's more intimate Frank anticipated, but to be honest, he wasn't debating about it much before doing what his brain told him to do. He would change his mind about the position if he couldn't feel your body soaking up his warmth. It's satisfying, how you take unconsciously, and he's basking in the feeling of giving. It's been so long since he was able to serve gently, in a quiet manner. Like when he ruffled his son's hair, or put the school bag on his daughter back. Or how he played with a single strand of Maria's hair, putting it behind her ear.

So his hands pulls you closer, every part of you hugged by his body, giving and giving everything he has to offer.

Your head hurts. No, not hurts, splits into two, even more when your eyes open with a painful sharp feeling behind them. You would groan if your throat would let it slip past the desert that's inside. The rest in your bones mixing with various aches under your skin, and the comfort around isn't enough to reach your body. You are tempted to back to sleep, sure another hours wouldn't hurt, before you mind clears up, shaking the sleep out of you.

It hits you like a lightning. What day is it really? What day was yesterday?

You shot up, dizziness almost pulling you back down with a terrible feeling in your stomach. Before you could comprehend anything that's happening, something is held to your face where soon you empty out the contains of your stomach. A soothing hand appears on your back, trying to keep your hair there while you puke your literal life out. Sweet words reach your ears when your traumatized body calms a little bit down.

"You are alright, sweetheart." It's Frank's voice. "How you feelin'?"

Your grimace, disgust being the only thing you are feeling besides every ache of your body. "It's okay, darlin'. Just breath, let it out if you have to."

You look sideways, seeing him half naked, his body so close you can feel his warmth radiating towards your trembling body. He's concerned face is looking for something in yours, perhaps panic that why he is here with you, or the fact, that you aren't in your own room, or apartment, or why are you wearing his clothes that hangs on you loosely. There is an explanation for it, you know that, and you don't have the will or the energy to be panicked. Despite these thoughts, you heart beats out of your chest, hearing your blood rushing in your ears.

"What happened?" You ask. If you are with him, he's having all the answers. What is the last thing anyway that you remember? You getting ready? Was it yesterday? Your date. You don't remember your date. It's daytime right now, so it's surely passed.

Maybe it's too apparent on your face how you put together the pieces in your head, or he's just panicking at how you are starting to panic that you don't realize. Your shaking body is fumbling with the duvet around you, eyes snapping to Frank then to your surroundings, frantic with your every move. Like an animal cornered.

"Hey hey hey..You are alright! Look at me darling! Look at me." He forces you to look in his eyes, warm and safe, attention seeking. "You were drugged last night, but you are okay, you hear me? You'll have a hell of a day today, but it's gonna pass. Nothing happened, okay? He did nothing to you."

It's sincere. Everything he says he believes. How does he know?

"How..?"

"You know how, sweetheart. Let me get you some water okay? Get back in bed." He commands, leaving you on the side of the bed. So he is Frank Castle after all. You had you suspicion for a while, and you might asked too risque questions he caught on. How does this makes you feel? Kind of relieved, and grateful? You are grateful that your neighbor is a cold-blooded killer?

"There you go. Drink slowly, okay?" He murmurs, a black t-shirt now covering his upper body. You take careful sips, eyeing the man next to you without shame. He does the same, watching intently with so much comfort in his eyes.

"I don't remember anything." You voice is defeated, drained even without using it for hours now.

"I know, i'm sorry." Tears are threatening to fall as your mind tries to navigate the information that you have been drugged.

"What if he.."

"Nonononono, look at me! He did nothing to you. He put it in your wine, let you have too many drink, but he did no more than that!"

You nod. Accepting it. He's the Punisher after all.

He takes your hand in his, planting a faint kiss on top on your knuckles. "You are safe, i swear to you."

You are safe with him.

#frank castle x reader #frank castle imagine #frank castle oneshot #frank castle #the punisher x reader #the punisher

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hellsfirekeepsyouwarm · 7 months

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is THIS your man? [shows an image of a malnourished injured exhausted man with big sad eyes looking up at the camera with blood smeared all over his face and mouth. and he is visibly trembling]

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hellsfirekeepsyouwarm · 8 months

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Mattheo or Theo Fic?!

Can someone write a Mattheo or Theo Fic where the reader fancies them, and building the courage to ask him to the upcoming ball, but they ask someone else so the reader says yes to someone he didn't wanted to originally. And whoever she goes with has bad intentions with going with reader, and on ball night some bad shit goes down and reader is need to be saved or protected and you know who's coming to rescue?! I'm in desperate need of protective Theo or Mattheo (or both?), with angst and fluff.

SOMEONE PRETTY PLEASE!

#mattheo riddle X reader #theo nott x reader #theo nott imagine #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle #theo nott

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hellsfirekeepsyouwarm · 9 months

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Hiii. Please write something with Billy Russo. Your choice but please some fluff 🙏🏻

Hello Luv, here i go with your request, thanks for sending it my way <3

"Pretty Face Like You"

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy wait for you to arrive to your usual place, finally deciding to give in to his feelings for you.

Warnings: Alcohol, cuteness

The air is filled with the smell of alcohol, sweat and various perfumes mixed together. All type of people sitting around, noisy truck drivers playing pool, girls in bachelorette uniform shirts giggling every damn time his eyes swift over them, depressed lone wolves lining up at the bar stools. On second thought, he might understand the flirt the ladies give him, he indeed looks like one of those lonely guys, waiting to be snatched up by someone. Couple of months ago, he wouldn't even wait for one of them, he would be at their table, stealing the spotlight for himself. But right now, he's just waiting for you to put your pretty ass down on the chair next to him, and devour him with your presence. He's been glancing at the entrance too many times, expecting you emerging any minute. He acts like you are late, but he arrived early, there is still time before your scheduled time, but he can't help the nervousness that forces his eyes towards that door all the time.

He ordered your drink already, knowing by heart what you'll have, in the meanwhile trying to stay away from his own drink, his fingers playing on the cold bottle to distract his brain. He wants to chug it down to ease his nerves, but he can't be drunk when you arrive. So his sips are subtle, just for the taste really.

He sees the bartender looking at him, pity in her eyes. She surely thinks he's being stoop up. Billy can sense her intentions, but is still slightly taken back by her offer.

"You know, a pretty face like you shouldn't spend the evening alone. I close at 2 if.."

He feels a light breeze next to him, unable to stop the smile creeping up on his lips.

"I'm sorry love, traffic was a pain on my ass." You say sweetly, your hand signaling your arrival on Billy's shoulder, your palm pressing down as you help yourself up to the bar stool. It's a simple act, but nevertheless it makes his heart throb in his throat. Anything that serves you he would give happily and willingly.

His head turns slowly, the playful smile plastered on him, excitement coursing through in his veins. How can someone feel so much at the same time? He is nervous, excited, happy and giddy, scared and terrified. Every fucking emotion is toying with him when he looks at you.

You smile, eyes sparkling with mischief. Oh you think you saved him from the unwanted attention, eyes scanning the bartender. He can see flashing something on your face, a slip of your facade, only for a brief second before you regain your usual soft look.

He swears he can see his future in your eyes. Now the thought not as scary as the first time it happened. And not as cringe. It's a thought belonging in romcoms, not in his head, but that doesn't make it go away, he's no longer opting to remove it either.

"Hey." He gives you a side hug, electricity shocking his skin when your face meets with his. You smell delicious, fresh out of the shower, he thinks. Wearing the perfume he likes so much, now lingering on his own clothes. "Arrived just in time."

"Uh, i'm sure it would have been terrible to be snatched by the pretty blonde for the night." You tease. Billy knows it's your way to find out if you stepped over the line. With his dating habits, you never knew when to interrupt, and when no to. Billy visibly shift of the thought, you seeing him mingle with women he cannot even remember. It's ridiculous honestly. He can't recall the times you have seen him flirting, but he can vividly remember every damn occasion you got male attention.

"Oh, i enjoy the look on her face way more than i would enjoy a night in her bed."

"Uhum, she was utterly baffled." You smile, more to yourself really, putting your glass to your lips. You hide away, behind your casual actions, to prevent him to see the tremble in your hands, or how you rub your palm against you denim jeans. But he sees everything. Nothing goes past him, giving him the feedback he's yearning for. That you are just as smitten with him, as he is with you. He's been looking for the signs, the clues. The ones he ignored or took as a winning when it came to everybody else.

"Let's make the most of it then." Billy just does what his heart tells him to. He grabs your barstool, pulling you with it awfully close. Your eyes widen, and it's the most adorable thing he ever witnessed. You are so clueless and awkward, but it is what he's living for.

"What are you doing William?" You say, merely a whisper, a whisper he's not sure he heard, his focus is on to repress his grow that forms in his throat at the feeling of your body flush against his.

He sees your surprised face under his half lidded eyes, already ecstatic from you. He's not hiding it anymore. The fear of you denying his affection is gone with every little doubt he had. Your sparkly eyes hungrily roams Billy's face, eyes to his pink tainted cheeks, right down to soft lips, tongue darting out, licking his upper lip. You are so caught up in the moment, you forget to hide the awe on your face.

Billy will forever lock this image in his memory, you are bare in front of him, beautifully confused by his actions. In this fragment of time, he knows exactly how a wedding band would look on your finger, and how your kids will inherit that spark from your eyes, and he would never it to say it out loud how much he cares about you. Past William Russo might would have laughed at himself, thinking it's a naive thing, a soft thing to feel this way about someone, but in the midst of his dangerous life, he can see himself find some relief in you.

"Billy," You ask, still shocked, pretty doe eyes looking up at him under dark lashes. He focuses on your lips, ready to take a leap of faith, and trusting his instinct about you reciprocating his feelings.

You just let it happen, frozen to your place, his kiss soft and demanding, giving and taking, a moan of satisfaction bubbles between the two of you when you kiss back. And oh my god he is the happiest man on earth. He wants to stop, but it's hard when you are so sweet and irresistible against his body, the heat growing inside him a like a wildfire.

If you don't break the kiss, he would have continued, not a care in the word who sees you. But you are embarrassed, cheeks flushed crimson red, shifting nervously on your seat. You look around, but all he sees is you. You are at the edge, your brain trying to overcome the awkwardness and the confusion. He gently pulls your chin towards him, a comforting and warm look in his eyes.

"Darling..." He starts, but you interrupt him with a quick peck, unsure but a kiss nevertheless. He smiles brightly, cocky even.

"Oh that look, Russo. Don't make me regret doing that." You say with a regained confidence he knows and loves.

His palms in the air, acting like nothing happened, but the grin is more apparent than ever on his handsome features.

"I don't know what look you are talking 'bout." He murmurs into your skin, causing a tremble in your body, goosebumps decorating your skin. "Can we get out of this place, love?"

All he needs a nod from you, sweeping you up from your seat, leaving the unfinished drinks with lovesick giggles.

#billy russo imagine #billy russo x reader #billy russo oneshot #billy russo

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hellsfirekeepsyouwarm · 9 months

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We all know about the DDOS attacks on AO3 as it is still down. So it is very important we talk about the KOSA(Kids Online Safety Act) that is going to hit the floor soon. Because if that act goes through this could very much be the new reality of not only AO3 but online fandom spaces within the next year. The point of this act is to limit queer media and to eliminate online queer spaces.

Let me stress, the politicians are lying to you. Democrats and Republicans are lobbying for this. It is not pro trans rights and it is not pro lgbtq rights. This is very reminiscent of the Restrict Act! Politicians can SUE websites for having QEEER CONTENT. This act will not protect kids, it will further separate and marginalize the queer community!

If this bill goes through AO3, Wattpad, TikTok, Tumblr, and Twitter will be limited and fanfiction websites could be wiped out all together. If you are apart of fandom spaces pay attention and ACT! Call and email your senators! AND SIGN THE BELOW PETITIONS!

Reblog this! Send the links to people who aren’t on Tumblr! If you care about fandom, fandom spaces, your ships, your blorbos, fanfiction writers’ works, freedom to create, etc. Spread this!

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hellsfirekeepsyouwarm · 10 months

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Oh hi welcome back ehe

Mayybe would u like to write some fluff for graves?

"Take Me Home"

Hello dear reader, here we go with your request, i hope you'll like it. I quite enjoyed this, my brain worked so good while writing.

Philip Graves x F!Reader

Warnings: tiny bit sad, motorcycle, fluffy af

Summary: Graves shows you how much he cares

He is the most refreshing sight for your tired eyes. His wide grin and glinting eyes is heaven sent, leaning on his all black Harley, a plus helmet patiently waiting for you to out on. His favorite leather jacket hugging his perfect torso, accompanied with all black jeans and shoes. The energy radiating from him is everything you can ask for after your long shift.

Honestly, you didn't really thought about him showing up. You were so busy all day, that you barely had time to reply to his texts with a couple of rushed words. Maybe that's why he's here with open arms, and a bright face, so he can ease you after this goddamn bad day.

You grinned as soon as you saw him, waiting for you, eagerly waiting for you to cross the parking lot so he can have the hug he yearned for all day.

His eyes look you up and down as you stride towards him. you must look like someone who crawled out of hell, haven't looked in the mirror since the morning. Baby hairs has been loose for hours now, flying everywhere, makeup probably nonexistent by now, you can thank your idiot ass for that, wiping your eyes too many times to count. The only savior is your fresh outfit you put on before closing down the cafe.

"Surprise!" His cocky voice music to your ears, a half smile playing on his face, trying to contain his excitement.

As you face him, you see his freshly shaved face, tempted to bury your nose right now into the crook of his neck, already feeling the scent of shower, his body wash and cologne mixing like a potion brewed for your own desire. And you just do that, giving in to the thought, when you do, he let's out an honest laugh, the sound vibrating in your whole body, head to toe.

"Hello to you too." His voice cuts through your ear despite being merely a whisper.

"Oh my lord, you smell so good." You sigh, pushing your face further to his body, trying to get swallowed by his presence. He chuckles, finally snaking his strong arms around your frame. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." You can't see his face, but you know this sentence carries so much at once. "Thought i check on my hardworking girl." A small kiss is planted on the crown of your head, lingering a little before pulling back a little.

"Are you okay?" He asks with a tight smile, not wanting to push too much if you aren't in the mood to unpack the happenings of the day.

"M'sorry for being unreachable, i just..." You start to explain, it's important to you that he knows it's just a busy day that held you back from talking to him more.

"C'mon, don't start with that horseshit." He puts his pointing finger in your moving lips, catching you off guard. "I just want to know if i can make this day better for you." He doesn't take it well when you over explain, a bad habit you can't shake off. You know he's not angry, but your brain starts the rambling before you now it. He always wondered why you do it. He's not insecure, he's not thinking you purposefully ignore his calls of texts, he told you numerous times, but you still try to detail the reasons you didn't had time to reply.

"Ohh, you already made it million times better." Just him showing up, offering comfort and love is enough to forget about asshole costumers, liters of spilled coffee and complains about the unsalted scrambled eggs.

You look in his ocean eyes, lost in the blue of his iris, and you don't mind if he sees how smitten you are. Maybe if you wouldn't be so overwhelmed by your own feelings, you would see just how deep he is in too.

His eyes flicker down, just for a second, and without another thought he captures your lips in a sweet lazy kiss. He pushes his chest to yours, pressing his hands on your back to trap you in his embrace. He tastes like menthol, wet and warm against your soft lips, slow and gentle but demanding, always taking the lead. You never complained and you'll never will, you enjoy the way he takes and gives back even more. A sigh escapes his lips when he pulls away, ending the kiss too soon for your liking. You try to chase after his wet lips, but he makes it clear he's not willing to give in. He often gets too flustered in public, while you grow cocky, switching the roles with only a small peck on the lips.

"Ride with me?!" He hands you the extra helmet, the words ending up a mess, between a question and a statement. You take the helmet happily, letting him help to put it on, checking thoroughly that it's on you properly.

He does the same, mounting the beautiful machine with confidence, every movement of his body delicious to your eyes. You probably zoned out, when you snap out of it, he looks back at you, only his eyes visible under the helmet, waiting for you to get on the bike behind him.

"Honey?" He asks, almost confused, seeing you lost in thought. But you don't waste more time, getting on the bike with the help of his body, your hand supporting your weight on his shoulder. A giggle escapes you when you are reminded of the first time with a motorcycle. You were so afraid and awkward, made Philip laugh, teasing you with a lighthearted voice. Now it comes naturally, the process and the steps after steps, and the trust you put in him with your life.

"Where are we going?" You ask, hugging his torso, pressing yourself to his back completely. He replies with the roar of the engine, speeding out of the parking lot making you yelp in surprise. Typical Phil, communicating with actions. While he's more than capable with his words, you heard it a millions of times, but when it comes to you, he usually can't find the right ones to express himself. So he gives kisses, pulls you close, his gaze always telling what's going on behind those pretty eyes.

The ride is cold against your body, the city buildings switching to suburb areas, and finally treelines leading the way. He's focused on the road now, while the city's slower traffic let him have his hand wonder on your leg, or clutched hands over his abdomen, now it's just you who clings into him for dear life. The ride is rather short, maybe half an hour before he pulls up a road to a hiking trail, slowly going up the hill, searching for something.

When he finds a spot for parking, he's killing the engine, turning to you to get off, but your eyes are already on the landscape of the city, sparkling lights of the ascending night, the sun setting behind the buildings.

He stops you before you could walk off, his hands on your helmet.

"Maybe we should get rid of these, don't ya think?" He says, a hint of amusement is his voice. He unclips the helmet agonizingly slow, taking in your face curiously, inhaling the look on you as your eyes wonder between him and the beautiful sight behind him. At this point he might get jealous of the view, because it takes your attention away from him.

He takes off his helmet in seconds, catching your hand in his, keeping you close to his side.

You are in an awe at how the city lights are sparkle like little fires, burning under the orange light of the setting sun. Manmade and natural meeting, creating something wonderful for your eyes.

You walk over the cliff, just an unstable wooden fence protecting you falling over, old and overused benches placed around.

"Stunning. You can see every sparkle of the city from here." You say, eyes glued on the sight, but Graves's attention is on you, and only you. He saw this view too many to count, under a snow blanket, washed over with rain, shaken by thunder, melting in the summer heat. In his memory, every one of his visits seems the same, because he looked at it with his own eyes. But now, he's experiencing it through yours, and it's like seeing the seven wonders of the Earth.

It's a core memory. The woman he love dearly, but so fucking afraid of admitting it, glowing in the golden hour, a satisfied smile on her face. You are close to him, clinging to his arm, your weight heavily leaning on him, in his mind a clear sign of trust. You are standing near a cliff, hand in hand with him, only an aged broken little fence standing between you and the edge of death, and he thinks he'll never find a single soul on this planet who would trust him this much. He's not that kind of person, he can accept it now.

"So what's the occasion?" You ask, snapping him out of his zoned out state, his eyes focusing on your perched up brow, teasing smile on your lips, eager to know why he has brought you along to this spot, having a feeling it's some sort of safe space for him.

"Can't i pamper my favorite girl, hm?" He leaves a peck on your temple, turning his eyes back to the tiny lights dancing around the city.

"Favorite, huh?" You elbow him teasingly, a painful laugh erupting from his body.

"Just enjoy it, will you?"

"I am." You smile at him, his shy wandering eyes jumping between your eyes and lips. He has a guilty look on his face, giving away the whole reason of this little trip. "You leaving, aren't you?"

He's surprised, not expecting you to figure it out so soon. He wanted more time to think about the words, to how he'll be dosing the information of him travelling far away from you for god knows how long. Despite his expectations, you aren't mad. Your smile turns sad, but the love in your eyes never burns out. "Yeah hun."

"When?" Now your whole focus is on him, body turned to face him.

"Tomorrow." Oh that guilty look again. He's asking for forgiveness with one look, lips in a thin line waiting for your reaction. You just hug him, tight with every ounce of your strength put in your arms to press his body to yours.

"I'm sorry i..."

"Shhhhh." You shush him. "It's your job, i knew what i'm getting myself into. I'm just sad you didn't tell me earlier. I could have call in sick and.."

"Nah honey, that's nonsense, You have a life to live, you can't just throw away everything because of me."

"Uh yes i can? If i want to. You are a part of this life you know."

He just sighs, his forehead resting on yours, collecting himself a little, arranging his thoughts, ignoring the sharp pain in his chest. You let him, you just stay there, drawing circles on his back reminding him that he's not alone in this.

"I love you." He whispers so softly you think it's just the wind playing with your mind, murmuring cruel things to you. You feel the air freeze, Phil's breath held back in anticipation. You act fast without thinking, now or never. If you heard it wrong, you still can say you said what has been on the tip of your tongue for ages now.

"I love you." He pulls back, so many things flashing in his eyes before locking his lips on yours, capturing you in a heated kiss, teeth clashing tongues battling. It's not subtle and romantic but passionate and demanding, just how he is like. Your body craves the power of his kiss, but you break away just to say one thing.

"Now take me home, Philip."

"Yes m'am"

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hi! I just saw your requests are open and I love your writing and was wondering if you can do something with either ghost or gaz where reader is going to school for their masters in communications while working with the 141 and asks them to read their thesis but instead ghost/gaz makes them take a break/go to bed or something? I've been reworking my thesis from this last semester and I'm losing my mind lol....keep up the amazing writing and thank you so much love!

Here To Serve

Hello love! Thanks for coming my way with this ask because i just needed an excuse to write for Gaz. :D Be prepared to be fall in love with this man, i did. I tried to keep it simple, i hope you'll like it.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Summary: Gaz finds you glued to you computer, tired an worn out and he takes the matter in his hands.

Uh-oh. It slips out of Kyle's mouth when he stops in front of his flat. He hears the last notes of Rihanna's Umbrella song before some classical takes over, even louder. He can't hear his own keys jingle opening the door, he can hear every instrument from the blasting music, ears already ringing. He can't prepare himself for the sight hat he's about to see.

You are just a small figure on the sofa, completely buried in papers, books and sharpies. And he can't help but chuckle at how lost you look, a manic expression on your troubled face, furiously typing on the keyboard. He's sure if you see him standing there, a smile on his face while you are on the edge of going crazy, you'll bite his head of for being so insensitive. He would watch you longer if the damn music wouldn't rip his brain out.

The room is a mess, and he finds the speaker under another pile of scratched out paper. He just lowers the volume, your head snaps up immediately at the loss of the stimulating background noise.

You look honestly horrifying.

"Oh no. You are home early." You smile, sheepish, almost embarrassed. Your eyes are glossy, makeup smudged over your cheek, messy hair peeking out of his grey hoodie that you are wearing.

You sudden surprise to see him sooner than you thought is quick to dissolve, you start rambling when Gaz sends you that scolding gaze. "Okay, so i had an idea. But that turned out worse than the previous one. So i had to rewrite half of it. But then i realized i may or ma no the original one better, so i..."

"Love.." Gaz puts down the Mexican food he got on his way home, finding his way to you over books and random stuff he wouldn't think about using while preparing for a thesis. Crouching next to you, a soft look easing the tension in your shoulders. "We talked about this."

"But i done it. Seriously." You turn your laptop towards him, to show a folder that was there weeks ago, perfect and ready. "I just need you to read it and tell me what's wrong with it."

Gaz shakes his head with a faint smile. "Oh no, no more of that nonsense. Give it to me."

With that, the computer is out of your reach, his skillful hands stealing it from your iron grip you had on it for hours now. You just now feel your sweaty palms, and an aching back and neck. "No, Kyle, please. I gotta double check if it's okay now."

"You will not do such thing tonight, and if it's up to me, ever." He take the laptop to the other end of the room, saving the folder beforeshutting it down. You want to protest more, but honestly your body is like stone, rooted on the same spot where you sat down in the early afternoon.

He's wearing casual clothes, one of your favorite jacket, that dark brown leather one, his skin is glowing from the wetness of the rain, cologne leaving a scent trail behind. You missed him so much.

You sigh, defeated, you know he won't let you touch anything that is related to your studies.

He walks back to you, your tired eyes searching for comfort in his gaze that he's more than happy to offer with a quick peck on your lips when gets back to you. He brushes the hair out of your face, soft fingertips caressing your skin. He doesn't linger too long, turning to the bag he placed on table, probably finding the only free space on it.

"Hey, where are you going?" You pout, unhappy about his absence in your personal space. He has that calming effect on you, and the loss of it makes your brain tick, circling back to your thesis.

"Uh-uh, do not think about it! I brought food, just gon' grab soda from the fridge and we can dug in, copy?" You nod, starting to arrange the books on the table, pushing everything in a big unstable pile in the middle.

He returns quickly, flashing a wide smile, eyes sparkling with love. You watch him fish out the food from the takeaway bag, the smell of Mexican food hitting your nose. He places mystery food bags in front of, making you wonder what deliciousness is inside them. "There you go, love."

You dive in together, eating in silence, a soft piano and violin duo making some background noise, occasionally letting out some huffs and satisfied hums.

You both watch the other in secret, laughing like teenagers when catching a glimpse of the other staring. Times like this you remember how young you both are, despite the lifes you live. On the field, his youthfulness presents itself as strength in body and mind, in quick reflexes and sharp ideas. At home, he is just a guy, feeding his significant other, making sure they are well rested and cared for. He's an idiot in love.

You inhaled you food while he eats comfortably, no rush in it. So you just memorize this moment, him eating in complete piece, enjoying the flavors, shutting his eyes for a seconds longer, maybe the taste is better that way. You are in awe of how full of life he is, and you would be the happiest person on this earth to keep watching him.

He opens his eyes, the last bite gone too. "Wha?" He's bushing, his accent popping off with the question.

"Nothing." You hold up both your hands, or rather the arms of the hoodie that swallowed your limbs.

Breath caught in his throat every time he sees you in his clothes. Yeah, you wore it ten minutes ago too, when he arrived home, but as your face beams like the rays of sunshine, a stupid smile plastered on your perfect lips, your body hiding under his own clothing, he feels like he's in heaven. His scent hugging your skin, the thought that you are so cozy in his clothes is just intoxicating. Makes his heart skip a beat.

"Come 'ere." That voice, raspy like in the mornings, when hes turned on, or when his emotions strike him at once. He pulls you close to his side, arm hugging you close, securing your body next to his. You snake your limbs over his body, leg hooked in his, arm grabbing his shirt for support.

When you settle, he sighs into your hair, planting small kisses on the crown of your head.

"Thanks for the dinner." You smile, turning our face upwards to meet with his gaze. "And for the distraction."

"Anytime, love. Here to serve." His cheeky smile makes you giggle, oh how madly in love you are with him.

"Hmmm... Well in that case, where the hell is the dessert soldier?" You ask, not able to hide your smile.

"Your dessert is right here, darling." He point at himself, utterly proud of his answer.

You laugh into his mouth, closing that already small distance between your lips, sharing a longing kiss. A kiss you yearn all day.

You break the kiss, trying to be as serious as you can. "But you brought dessert, right?"

He laughs, head thrown back, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "Yeah, i brought dessert."

He kisses you with fiery eyes, tenderly, lovingly, the softest way a man is capable of. That dessert might have to wait a little more.

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hellsfirekeepsyouwarm · 10 months

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Request is open!

hello darlings!

Im planning to finish All Hell Breaks Loose (Ghost) with one last chapter, and im gonna hop on the Don't Come To Me series too (Frank&Billy), but i would like to write something else too, something new, so don't hold back if you guys have an idea.

Who i write for:

COD: Philip Graves, Simon Riley, Johnny Mactavish, John Price, Kyle Garrick (but i might try to write for Alejanro and Rudy too)

Marvel: Frank Castle, Matt Murdock, Billy Russo, Bucky Barnes, Marc Spector

And Triple Frontier guys ❤️

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WHERES 5 AND 6 FOR ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE PLEASE

Okay so don't laugh! My dumbass thought it's the seventh part I wrote and put up, while in actuality it's the fifth. 🤣 I renamed the part, so the last post I have is the fifth part.

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All Hell Breaks Loose Pt. 5

Long time no see darling, and i apologize for abandoning this series this much. Life's been a bitch (between that damn driver's licence and a mystery health issue i'm still working out), and i had literally no will to live. But i promised i would finish this, so here i am. I''m thinking about an epilogue, the story might needs it. Thanks fr waiting this out.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, injures, reader being very bad, Simon being very bad, all canon typical tbh, not proofread

Summary: The time has come, both you and Simon do everything to survive the night.

The fright that shakes your body helps your aching fingers, breaking the small but sharp piece of wood off your one and only companion, your chair. The wood sits in your palm, squeezing it tight to your hand to feel any and every hope it gives you as a makeshift weapon.

You heart beats in your throat, now focused on the sudden noise on the hallway. Barked orders, heavy boots running around, door slamming and opening again.

A weird tingling sensation erupts in you body, something tells you that your time in this room has come to an end. Fucking finally. It fills you with some energy you lacked for a long time now, the pain and constant silence exhausting your everything. You chuckle on how the grip on your tiny wooden piece is deadly, holding for dear life. Now you wait for some unfortunate bastard to unstrap you.

You hear some kind of alarm going off in the distance, the chaos growing outside, but the space you are in is still annoyingly silent. You are sick of it, thoughts too loud and clear in the numb stillness. It's never been so suffocating in there, knowing something is in motion. Meaning the guys are here, or someone else is. Either way, you'll be moved, and that can be good news, or real fucking bad news. Depends on what happens when the door opens next, and who's walking through it. If Graves himself escorts you, he will do every imaginable thing to keep you and himself alive if it means to have his twisted endgame. That what makes you so fucking scared.

His main target wasn't you, you are a means to an end. You are the pain for someone else. You are Simon's pain and fear. You know this is his worst nightmare, he would switch places with you without thinking. And he would still be guilt ridden because then you would have to live with the thought of loosing him. He wouldn't care about the torture, let that be physical or mental. Nothing could break his spirit if it means you are somewhere safe. You can't say the same.

Your mind couldn't stop circling about all the aches in places you never felt before, pushing your limits to a point you think you'll beg to the next person coming through the door to end it in a way or another.

You shake your head, a swift attempt to get rid of the thoughts with the motion. You are so close, you can feel in your bones, stirring the anxious feeling in your stomach.

You can't quite make out the noises, which boot will barge in and grab you, which one is gonna pass and leave you there for another agonizing minute.

Now you just wait, between immediate death by Graves's hands and a desired rescue by your beloved Lieutenant.

Simon's body tensed before his eyes narrowed at the end of the hallway. He is fucking loud, his ego and pride walked in front of him, slapping a person in the face before meeting the man himself. Only a couple minutes passed since the alarms started screaming, he anticipated Graves later.

While the tension is unpleasant, it brings a sense of relief too as Graves stops right next to him. He will go through this fucking door and he can't do shit about it. His heart is a beast against his rib cage, so loud he thinks others surrounding him can hear it through his skin.

Time slows down, his right ear is clear from anything else other than your voice. It's drained, a mere whisper to Graves's taunting cocky voice, but it's there, and his heart sinks. He can't just barge in, can't lay his eyes on you to be sure that what he's hearing is real. He stands there, slowly cut off from you by the shut of the door with an awfully loud bang. After that, is just muffled and coherent sounds. It goes like that for a few minutes before he can hear you again.

"Don't fucking run away from me now Philip! You know what's fucking funny? Huh? You preach about loyalty and trust and all that shit, but do you realize what my loyalty towards you could have done to me?"

Simon body twitches, fingers too close to the trigger, eyes averting nervously. You are definitely in this room, you are loud and clear in his ears. He wasn't imagining you, and the crack on the door allows him a good angle to listen in. He can feel Grave's movements almost, circling around the door. Simon can see in his mind how Graves's body is frozen in one place, contemplating what he should do with you. He remembers that look, it was plastered on him anytime he laid his eyes on you, like an unfinished job, a loose end. He was always unpredictable, and he is certainly kept that attribute. And you are not making this easier by pushing his buttons.

"Yeah you know, you thought about it didn't you? If i stay your Shadow, you right hand, i would have been on that black-bag operation..."

"NO.."

"DON'T FUCKING LIE!"

Oh fuck no. Your voice is something he never heard before. Strained but undying. The undertone of it is agonizing, a reminder of all the times you woke up sobbing in pain in the hospital bed from a nightmare, trying to explain between cries what went down behind those eyes in your sleep. But it's the anger and desperation that catching Simon off guard.

"Don't lie! I would have died then and there with the others protecting that damn cargo. Do you hear me? There is your fucking loyalty."

You talked about it a lot with Simon, how your life would have been the exact opposite if you don't choose the 141. How you thought the change was certainly worse for Graves than you, and that thought process changed real fucking quick after Graves's betray.

"It doesn't fucking matter anymore Y/N. You gotta see that at this point." Graves appears next to Simon in the middle of his sentence, kind of shaken up, seeing the tension on him like never.

"DON'T FUCKING LEAVE ME HERE! YOU WANT 141? YOU CAN FUCK OFF GRAVES, YOU'LL NEVER WIN, YOU UNDERSTAND ME? THEY'LL COME FOR YOU WHEREVER YOU ARE!"

You scream, scream like a madman, loosing every drop of your strength so your words reach him, and you do. Simon eyes flicker on the man, completely zoned out, almost looking shaken up.

"Exfil is in 5 minutes. I'll meet you there. Don't fucking loose her or you'll be looking up at the grass before the sun comes up."

The threat is real, Simon can tell just by he look on his current partner. He plays along nodding vigorously to look somewhat scared.

Graves walks away, two man attached to him by the hips. Simon might can't take out Graves tonight, but he can get you out of here, and that is all he wishes right now.

5 minutes it is.

The only thing you can remember is the sharp edges of the wooden piece hugged by your palm, fingers sliding on the rough splints, poking your already aching skin. That is what grounding you, the sharp tiny stings on your fingertips while you wait. You can't tell anymore what is minutes and what is hours, but eventually a man dressed in black step inside. He comes right for you, untying your aching limbs with frantic hands and more frantic breathing. You can see the pulsing vein on his neck, the very pulse you'll dip your gracious weapon with joy.

Your eyes shift, up a little to see a shadow slip in, tall and quiet, looming over the other man, posture threatening and predatory. You almost choke on your cry when you realize, but your weaponized hand is freed, air hitting your irritated skin signaling your green light to lunge forward, nothing was every more simpler than your hand violently colliding with his neck. It's his skin you feel, and not the power of the lethal stab you inflict. He's on the ground right after, the wood still poking out, hands clutching the source of his pain. Or whatever he's feeling.

Simon is stunned for a second, watching you kill a man with probably your last remaining strength.

He moves carefully towards you, in case you have another hidden gem under your sleeve.

"Simon?" You ask with blurry eyes, with so much hope held in your gaze it's giving Simon butterflies and so much pain. You recognized him as soon as he stepped in the room. You recognized him.

"Yeah luv, it's me. It's me." He breathes out softly, cupping your face cautiously afraid he might still spook you. "It's me."

"About damn fucking time." You chuckle a little, foreheads touching for a moment, just a quick breath before coming back to reality.

"Can you walk?" Estimating the damage on you, searching for injuries, collecting information on what is the next step.

"I think so. I have to." You nod a little, accepting his helping hand, even with the gloves on your light touch soothes his troubled mind, clearing the red rage. Oh how much he thought about this moment, haunted by your bruised body, lifeless and cold. But you are alive. Of course you are alive, what a fool he is to believe the opposite.

"I fucking hope you have a plan cuz this is how long i planned ahead." You point down at the dead body next to you, the Shadow's blood now leaving a forever stain on the floor under him.

Simon whole body is surrounding you, a barrier between you and anything else that'll com to your way. Simon hands you the gun that was owned by the guard, the cold metal a blessing in your palm. In a haze you see Simon drag the vest off of the man, then putting it on you in a hurry.

"My plan was to find you, anything else was a mere idea." He admits, not defeated but surely agitated by the lack of potential of escaping the facility in one piece. "We can go back the way i got in, but i..."

His words falters, his masked face isn't enough to hide the fear he feel looking at you, trembling in his hands while the chance of a herd of Shadow barging in any fucking minute. You need to move and do it quickly. "We gotta move. Anything moves, you shoot, copy?"

"Copy." You might look out of breath, but he knows you are more than ready to massacre your way out of this place, and by his side you can do anything.

So you move. Hand clutching the gun close to you, focusing on step after step, hopping from corridor to corridor, trying to ignore the loud rush of your blood in your ears. Fuck it's almost impossible to not tune in with your body shutting down so rapidly, every fiber shouting at you to deal with the pain and how the pain surrenders your body.

In reality you only entered the neighboring hallway. Simon can feel your disoriented body bumping into him when he halts. He only can hope the decoy lasts until you are out of Graves's hair. Which will be a hell of a job considering Graves is probably knows you are gone. That awful five minutes runs by quick when you need it.

The building is oddly quiet, and while the odds are still good, he know any slip up can end up in a disaster. A disaster in a form of only one hostile. The on who is currently radioing in to report the missing hostage, walking right to where Simon is shielding your body from the open space as much as he can. The second are running past and the last resort steps in. He acted his way in here, so he will act his way out.

"Follow my lead." Is all he says before picking up a nasty and harsh behavior. Simon grabs you by your forearm, keeping you close but in a more uncomfortable way than you would like. You whine from the lack of contact, and the sudden pain washing over you as Simon drags you in front of him.

Your distress isn't unnoticed by Simon, his chest twisting in a familiar way, the one where pain is unbearable and the pressure is too much to breath. But he can't let go, because in a second he will face the Shadow, delivering the most important person in his life on a silver platter.

"Negative, Sir. Halls are empty, no sign of any of the."

It's time.

"Don't you dare try anything." Simon huffs out, acting like he's struggling to keep you at bay, and the change of his tone that hits you, seeing a stunned man in front of you and your first thought is the loss of the metal from your hands.

"Sir. She killed.." Simon starts to speak, voice so weird without his natural accent.

"I know i saw. Why didn't you answered the radio? Commander is about to blow and i don't fucking plan to take the damage."

"Sorry sir, i had to act quick before..."

"Yeah yeah, you shit your pants. Now fucking move, Graves is mad as fuck."

Call it in. Fucking call it in. That is all what Simon needs. Just a couple of words into Graves earpiece and he can take you out of there. He can feel your body weighing on his own, knowing it's not an act. You try so hard to make it work, but every step, every breath and blink takes something away from you, the comforting scent and protective arm around you is making your mind too much at ease. You told yourself to just bear with everything until you can see him again, and now you have got what you wanted, your mind is satisfied.

Call it in for fuck's sake.

"Shadow 3-0, i found her. going for exfil now."

Ghost waits, eyes on the back of the Shadow's neck, just a little more to be sure, and he lunges forward.

" Yes sir." Letting you go swiftly, knocking his gun right at the back of his head, the soldier collapsing instantly, right at his feet, knocked out cold. Before you can comprehend anything, he's back at your side, hushing you, asking you to stand up, to lean on him for support, to bare with the pain, just for a few more minutes.

It's a surreal scene, you think. You see the walls of the hall like you see the city lights from car that speeds on the empty road at a godless hour of the night. Your legs move, but you have no idea how, how it's still working for you but not feeling any of it. You are not even a passenger in this reminder of your body, you just watch as everything changes. After the dust, your nose fills with fresh air, cold breeze reminding you of the last time you sat on the porch wishing Simon home. Light to dark, you vision blurred with tears and almost no source of light.

"Just a few more steps luv." He says, but you are confused because you don't feel yourself taking steps, or running or panting, not even the air around you collides with your skin how it should when you move.

Between his earthy scent, and the unmistakable sound of shots fired, your body gives in to the pulling, and the world around you goes dark.

The last thing you remember is smelling evergreens, ears ringing with bullets being fired. Your nose crunch up in discomfort, feeling the overwhelming smell of disinfectant.

Breathing picking up, your fingers moving around in a panic to get a hold of something, to know what's happening.

His hands finds your shaking one right when his raspy voice calls out your name next to your ear.

"I'm here, i'm here. You are okay, i'm here with you. You are safe."

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