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Young and Beautiful

Nanami x black reader

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You let out an exhausted sigh as you slipped your hair out of its tight bun; you'd finally finished sifting through and responding to all of your emails, as well as reviewing some documents your boss had sent you. Your eyes are dry and strained, and your fingers are cramping after hours of typing. You checked the time and it was 10:53 p.m., which wasn't too bad given that you'd previously left work much later. Ready to depart, you stood up, stretched, and began gathering your belongings before heading home. You collected your binders, slid your home computer into its case, and grabbed your heels, which you had kicked off hours before.

As you closed your office and approached the elevator, your watch chimed with a message.

Bossy pants:

Mrs. Y/l/n, please meet me at 6:30 to look over the paperwork I handed over to you. There was an error.

"Fuck me!" you muttered, feeling rage rise in your chest. This man never gives you a break; he always relies on you, and he never bothers anyone else, which is driving you mad.

"Ugh he's always bothering me he acts like he doesn't have two other assistants to go over his project with but no it has to be m-"

"Y/l/n is that you?" You froze. Every muscle in your body stiffened up; you didn't expect him to be here so late; he usually leaves around 7 p.m., so what on God's green earth is he doing here at 11 p.m?

"M-mr. Kento?" Your chest tightened as you feared he had heard your angry rant.

"Come here," your body responded to his instruction before you could even think about it. You found yourself at the doorway of his office, playing with your acrylic nails, too frightened to look him in the eye, so you looked elsewhere.

His tie was unfastened, and his hair was tossed all over the place, in direct contrast to how it had been precisely slicked back and combed that morning.

“Mr. Kento "I didn't realize you were here this late... why is that?" You asked cautiously, hoping he hadn't heard your dramatic outburst earlier.

"Had to finish some paper work, I'm assuming you did as well?" You nodded, giving him a forced smile. An uneasy silence settled over his office.

"Tell me y/n do you think I work you too much?" He clearly heard your small outburst.

"I- listen I didn't mean-"

"I made you the senior executive assistant for a reason. You're a hard worker, honest, and trustworthy. You and Suguru are the only two people I trust to oversee this floor and manage my schedule; I wouldn't assign you anything you couldn't handle."

“Mr. Kento I understand you mean well, but this is just too much at times, and I'm not saying I don't want this position; I do, and I thank you for it, but I'd like some extra help if it not too much trouble." He took a sharp breath in and pushed his chair from behind his desk, then opened a drawer and pulled out a wine bottle and two glass cups.

"Join me?" You were taken aback by your boss's casual approach toward you; he was always known to keep matters strictly business-related.

"Um sir-"

"When's the last time you had a chance to wind down or hang out with your friends?" You blinked quickly, unsure of how to answer this question.

"My friend sort of abandoned me a long time ago due to me flaking on them for work." He gave you a kind of frown. "I know exactly how that feels."

Your boss strolled over to his couch and patted the empty space next to him, "Join me?"

You tilted your head in confusion, but decided that one drink wouldn't hurt.

2:45 AM

You ended up having more than one glass, and now your cheeks are heated, and you're leaning slightly into your boss, giggling at a story he just told you.

"You don't even seem like the type to get wasted I can't believe you did that!" He chuckled, savoring the last of his wine.

"Yeah well I was young and foolish and I also had bad influences for friends."

As you rested your head on his shoulder, a comfortable silence descended over the room; perhaps it was the wine, but your mood was subdued. Your mind wandered away, thinking about how you'd become drawn into the toxic work culture and how it was draining your youth.

"Nanami i'm tired."

"Tired of what love?"

"I'm tired of feeling as if I have to work until I drop, as if even if I achieve every goal, something is missing, as if I haven't done enough because there's always someone who will outdo me." Sometimes I just want to quit and move to a remote island to be happy."

"Keep this a secret yeah, but sometimes I feel the same way." Your head snapped up.

"Really? No way!” You spoke sarcastically, he chuckled “do I seem that miserable at work?”

“No you just- you don’t seem like this is something you enjoy doing.”

“Don’t get me wrong I do appreciate having this job but if I had a chance to run I’d take it.”

“Run where?” You asked curiously. He glanced down at you with a small smile “let’s make a deal, when I make a break for it I’ll take you” you giggle feeling flustered.

“Ooo where we going?” You asked with a hint of flirting.

“Malaysia.”

Present Time

"Baby you ready?" You snapped out of your daze when your husband called for you. You placed the photo frame to the nightstand; it showed you and your husband celebrating your first anniversary on the beach in Malaysia. You were both young, happy, and much in love. To think you ended up marrying your boss, the same guy you used to gripe about on a daily basis. Now, you can't picture living without him.

"I'm almost done my love."

You're now in your 50s and still go to the same beach on your anniversary, but sometimes you wonder if you should've taken advantage of your youth and explored more instead of being locked up in an office all day.

"What's on that pretty mind of yours?" He inquired, and she wrapped his arms around your figure, rocking you back and forth.

"Nothing much, just reminiscing back to when we were younger. I feel like I wasted my youth chasing something I didn't want only to impress others, and now that I'm older, I feel like I missed out on the opportunity to be young and happy.

I wish I could rewind time to tell myself to enjoy life before it’s too late.”

"What are you saying before it's too late? We're only in our early fifties. We still have so much more to explore, and now that we're retired, we have all the time in the world, so put all this 'I'm old' rubbish out of your head and let's get ready to leave," you smiled at his attempt to cheer you up.

"Doesn't matter what age we are I will always love you."

"Nanami?"

"Yes beautiful?"

"I love you more." You cupped his face and kissed him gently, but that wasn't enough for him. Nanami gripped you by the waist and pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss. One thing this man knew how to well was make you weak in the knees.

"That's impossible love."

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shellbilee · 19 days

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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 5

A Glen Powell RPF Series

Apologies for the little hiatus guys. I'm hopeful that I'm back to regular posting, Glen's recent content influx has certainly helped with my inspo! Please comment if you'd like to be tagged! x

Billie

Billie hears a groan of effort and looks back at her phone sitting in the cradle on her dashboard. The metallic sound of dumbbells hitting the floor rings out and suddenly a face fills the screen, familiar brown eyes looking back at her.

“Alright I’m done with my set now, sorry”.

Billie laughs and shakes her head, looking away from the phone and back at her reflection in her rearview mirror.

“You’re the one that called me, Brad” Billie counters to her brother, smoothing back the baby hairs near her forehead into her slick ponytail.

Bradley, her brother had facetimed her ten minutes ago, Billie having since pulled into a car park at the address Glen had sent her this morning.

“Yeah, cos’ I feel like we haven’t spoken in ages and I miss my little sis’” Bradley says with a smile before taking a quick sip from his water bottle, “Besides, who else am I gonna speak to at this time? You’re the only one I know that would be awake”.

“Speaking of, why are you doing a workout at----” she pauses, lifting her wrist to check her watch, “Three AM?”.

Bradley shrugs nonchalantly, as if going to the gym in the early hours of the morning is the most normal thing in the world.

“Just came off a week of night shift. First day sleep routine is always kinda fucked. Couldn’t sleep, so figured I’d come and do a workout rather than wake Jords and the kids”.

“Have you tried reading a book?”.

Bradley pulls a face and Billie can’t help but laugh at it.

“Oh yeah sorry, I forgot you’re allergic to reading” she teases, knowing her fire-fighter brother hated every single second of school and study and she, the book smart one in the family, was the complete opposite.

Bradley rolls his eyes and wipes his face with a sweat towel. “Where are you off to anyway? Gym?”.

Billie looks back at her reflection again - she’s wearing activewear again, this time a pair of tight latte coloured shorts and a white racer back tank whose neckline makes her shoulders look toned.

“I don’t know actually. It’s a date” she says with a soft laugh, looking back down at the facetime call.

Bradley snorts. “A date? Dressed like that?”.

This time it’s Billie’s turn to pull a face.

“He said to wear something I don’t mind sweating in, and to bring a change of clothes”.

Billie swears she can see Bradley’s face morph into older-brother protective mode.

“Don’t mind sweating in? Who is this guy?”.

Billie only smiles. “Just a guy I met at Rufus the other day”.

She stays tight-lipped with the rest of the details - namely, that the guy also happens to be a Hollywood celebrity and is so gorgeous that just looking at him makes her want to melt into a puddle on the floor. Though she and Bradley were close and told each other almost everything, she decided to stay vague about her date.

Right now, she’s happy being in her exciting first-few-dates bubble. And she isn't ready for it to burst by involving other people. She would tell Bradley later, maybe.

Bradley starts to ask another question when Billie looks down at her watch, looking back at her phone and interrupting her brother to say she needs to go.

“I’m gonna be late ok? I’ll talk to you later in the week?”

Brad nods, “Yeah yeah, you better. Be safe ok?”

“I always am, Brad. Give my love to Jords and the kids yeah?

“I will. Love you Bil”

“Love you too”.

The call abruptly ends and Billie lets out a deep breath, suddenly aware that her heart is hammering in her chest. She’s nervous, nervous to see Glen again even though she’d seen him less than twenty-four hours ago, though admittedly the last time she’d seen him she’d kissed him without warning.

She can still feel his lips on hers, their plush softness moving against hers in a gentle dance, his scent in her nose, his fingertips on her skin. She’d struggled to think of little else during her bosses housewarming barbecue last night, flashbacks of their kiss invading her every thought as she’d mingled with her work friends.

Billie realizes she’s closed her eyes, opening them a moment later and letting out a breath as she looks out the window at the busy LA street in front of her. She double checks the address on her in-dash car GPS confirming she’s at the right place, before taking a final look at her reflection, grabbing her bag and stepping out of the car.

It’s a sunny Sunday morning in LA, the sunshine instantly blinding as Billie closes her car door behind her, reaching up to shield her eyes and looking at the modern brick building in front of her.

Oh my god.

It’s the Alo gym.

God, it’s a workout date.

Billie can’t help the breath that escapes her throat then.

Glen really did take her advice about unconventional dates seriously.

Fuck.

Billie sucks in a nervous breath and reaches up to smooth down her hair, making her way towards the entrance and doing her best to ignore the mass of butterflies that have suddenly started flapping wildly in her stomach. She knows it’s nerves, but part of her also knows it’s excitement at the thought of seeing Glen again.

She gulps silently.

Here we go.

Glen

Glen’s sitting in the entrance area of the Alo Wellness club, relaxing into one of the sleek, cream coloured lounges. His right leg is bouncing like he needs to go to the bathroom, but he knows it has nothing to do with his bladder.

He looks down at his phone in his hand for what feels like the tenth time in a minute, looking at the numbers above his screensaver of Brisket.

10.02am.

Glen knows he’s nervous, but he doesn’t know why. He’d been on hundreds of dates in the past but for whatever reason this one feels different.

They’d spent most of yesterday together, talking and laughing for what felt like hours, they’d even kissed yesterday - albeit unconventionally, but still. His stomach is a tangle of nervous thoughts and feelings, and all of a sudden he can’t help but second guess his date idea.

Billie had said unconventional, but was this taking it too far? Especially so soon?

He’d come up with the idea almost instantly yesterday, calling Keith, his Alo trainer as he’d driven home from his Ikea trip with Billie. Some part of him had decided that a personal training session for the two of them would be a great second date idea, given he and Billie had bonded over their frequent exercise and gym habits.

It ticked all the boxes - it would be an activity she told him she enjoyed, one they both regularly participated in, and it was certainly not a traditional date choice.

It was the kind of activity that he would never even attempt with a lot of girls, let alone on a second date, but with Billie? It seemed like the perfect choice. At least it had when he’d come up with it yesterday.

Glen shakes his head as if he’s arguing with the voice inside his head, ignoring his thoughts and standing firm on his decision. He exhales through pursed lips and flips his phone over in his hand again, looking up when he hears the entrance door open.

In an instant, all of his fears and concerns are gone.

Billie looks every bit as gorgeous as he remembered, even better if that were possible, his eyes running over her as he watches her ask for directions at the front desk. There’s a smile on his face before he can even think about it, standing up from the lounge just as the receptionist points in his direction.

He feels his breath catch in his throat when Billie’s eyes meet his, and suddenly there’s a smile on her face too - a smile that makes every single muscle in his chest contract.

Glen stays put as she makes her way over to him, unable to help his gaze from following the sway of her hips. She's wearing a pair of light brown coloured shorts and a tight white tank top, both accentuating her fit figure and making her golden skin glow.

Glen’s fingers tighten around his phone and he fights the urge to bite his fist and audibly groan, suddenly wondering how on earth he's going to get through this date without dying when she looks like that.

“Hey darlin’”.

Billie grins gorgeously. “Hey you”.

Glen steps forward to kiss her cheek just as she does the same, the turn of her head making his lips land dangerously close to her mouth. He sees her cheeks immediately flush as they step apart, and Glen fights the urge to groan out loud again for the second time in thirty seconds.

Fuck.

If they hadn't been somewhere so public he'd have tipped her chin and pulled her in for a bruising kiss.

Glen swallows and reaches down to pick up his gym bag, grinning down at Billie.

“So, what do you think?”

Billie tilts her head and smiles, “I see you really were listening when I said unconventional dates”.

Glen laughs. “Told you”.

“So what are we doing?” Billie asks as Glen gestures for her to follow him, heading over to the elevators at the back of the room.

Glen shrugs and presses the ‘up’ button on the wall, looking up when the elevator immediately dings. “You'll find out in a second”.

Billie laughs and flashes a worried smile. “I’m actually kind of terrified”.

He returns her laugh as the doors open and they step into the modern elevator, Glen stepping forward to press the button for level seven.

“You’ll be fine, I promise”.

The doors close and a moment later they’re going up, Glen struggling to ignore the less than three inches of space between them. That, and the sweet, spicy peach scent of her perfume that’s once again filled his nose, the one that’s plagued his brain since their kiss yesterday, the one that seems to be permanently burnt into his every waking thought for the past twenty-four hours.

God.

A moment later the elevator dings again and the doors open almost as quickly as they closed, revealing the sprawling, modern black and white gym floor of level seven.

They step out and Glen smiles when he sees Billie look around in awe, spying Keith up ahead standing and talking to Mike, one of the club’s other trainers. Glen nods when Keith sees him, leading Billie over towards him to introduce her.

“Hey bud” Keith says, pulling Glen in for a handshake hug in that way that only men do, Glen stepping back and gesturing to Billie.

“Billie, this is my trainer Keith. Keith, this is Billie”.

They shake hands and Billie smiles, Glen momentarily caught up in how beautiful he thinks she is for the tenth time in only ten minutes.

“Glen’s told me a bit about you. You’re a physical therapist?”

“Yep! I work at Evolution Sports Rehab, on Olympic Boulevard?”

Keith nods, “Ah I know the one. I’ve sent some clients there before actually, to see Ross?”

Billie nods enthusiastically, “Yes! He’s my boss. He’s incredible. He’s a big part of the reason I’ve worked there for so long”.

Glen watches Keith and Billie chat, impressed at the way Billie so effortlessly converses with new people. He smiles to himself as he looks down at her.

No wonder she’s such a good physical therapist.

Glen takes Billie’s bag off her shoulder and puts their bags aside, returning to stand with her and Keith holding two water bottles in his hands.

“So, what fresh torture have you got for us today?”

Keith laughs and Billie looks mildly terrified, Glen putting his arm around Billie and offering a reassuring squeeze.

“You did say you wanted a bit of a challenge” Keith says pointing at Glen, Billie dropping her head back in dismay, “And you did say that Billie was basically an athlete”.

Billie’s head snaps back up and she looks at Glen in alarm, “An athlete? On what planet?”.

Keith drops his head back and laughs, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding” he says holding his hands up in surrender, “But he did say you work out quite a bit, so I’ve put together a team challenge for you both”.

Keith turns to make his way over to the squat rack, motioning for Billie and Glen to follow. As soon as his back is turned, Billie punches Glen’s arm playfully.

“You have definitely talked me up way too much”

Glen grins as he looks down at her, winking mischievously. “No such thing darlin’”.

Billie grins and rolls her eyes adorably, Glen taking her hand and pulling her until they’re both standing in front of Keith again.

“So, we’re going to do a bit of a circuit challenge. It will be a mix of strength and cardio, but you’ll need to work together to get through it” Keith says, pointing at various equipment around the room. “There will be ten stations, and at each one there will be a rep target which you can divide up between you, so you can sub in and out as you need”.

Glen reaches up to stretch his arms above his head, the corner of his mouth tugging into a sly grin as he looks over at Billie’s wide eyes.

“For example, battle ropes. There will be four hundred reps. Billie you could do one hundred, then Glen does a hundred, and repeat until you get to four hundred. Ideally, the goal is to do the entire circuit in under fifty minutes”.

Billie exhales loudly. “Have you done this exact circuit with people before?”

Keith nods. “The record is forty-six minutes”.

Glen bends his left leg behind him, holding his ankle so he’s stretching out his thigh, glancing down at Billie and back to Keith. He scoffs out loud.

“Forty-six minutes? Easy”.

The look of alarm is back on Billie’s face, though this time she’s looking at Glen like he’s insane.

Glen can’t help but chuckle at her expression.

“What the hell have I gotten myself into?”

He grins down at her, loving the way she smiles back at him.

“You said unconventional, remember?”

Billie shakes her head. “I think I’m starting to regret saying that”.

Glen laughs, and they both turn back to Keith.

“So, the key is to know your strengths, and what exercises you’re good or not so good at”.

Billie looks up at Glen, tilting her head playfully.

“Surely there are no exercise that you’re not good at”.

Glen opens his mouth to speak but Keith beats him to it. “Maybe ask that again when we get to the core exercises”.

Glen pulls a face and both Billie and Keith laugh.

“Alright then” Keith announces, clapping his hands together and looking back at Glen and Billie. “We ready?”

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Forty-five and a half minutes later, Glen and Billie collapse on the floor on their backs, panting and breathless, and covered in sweat.

Glen feels like his chest is going to explode.

He knows it has nothing to do with the workout he’s just done that has his heart rate hammering at marathon race levels, and everything to do with the stunning, sweaty, sexy girl lying panting next to him right now.

Doing that workout with her was like forty-five and a half minutes of foreplay. He’d never been so simultaneously impressed and turned on in his life.

Watching Billie move and jump and squat and press had Glen thinking all kinds of things, things he definitely shouldn’t have been thinking while doing a workout in the gym. He couldn’t help but stare as he did his own exercises, frequently losing count of his own reps, his eyes dragging over her back, her legs, her ass. He was totally enamoured by her, by how strong and fucking sexy she looked, even now as she lay on her back, her chest heaving, breathless from the finishing the fifty burpees they were both determined to get done before the timer ticked over to forty-six minutes.

Glen turns to look over at Billie, his eyes running over her face, her lips parted as she sucks in breaths, her cheeks flushed and covered by a glowy sheen of sweat. He swears she’s never looked more sexy than she has in that moment, and all of a sudden he can’t help but imagine what she'd look like after another kind of cardio that has nothing to do with the gym.

And nothing to do with clothes.

“That” Billie pauses, sucking in a breath and exhaling loudly, “Was not the way I thought my Sunday would go”

“Probably not the way you thought this date was going to go either” Glen retorts, watching as Billie finally turns to look at him beside her.

She grins at him, that same gorgeous, breathtaking grin, her beautiful eyes sparkling, and it takes everything Glen has not to roll over and kiss her right there in the middle of the gym.

“You guys killed it. Broke the record and everything” Keith says suddenly, standing over the two of them and clapping his hands. “Glen, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you work that hard before. But I guess you had some extra motivation this time”

Glen chuckles and Billie laughs, but it sounds strained through their panting breaths.

“And Billie, that was pretty incredible. You smashed it out of the park, awesome stuff”

“Thanks Keith” Billie breathes, still panting, offering a weak thumbs up before dropping her hand back down to the ground dramatically.

Keith laughs. “You’re welcome”.

They talk for a few more minutes before Keith announces that he has to run to see another client, Keith bending down to shake both of their hands before waving and walking out of the gym.

Billie sits up and leans back on her hands, her legs still outstretched in front of her. Glen is still lying on his back beside her, dabbing his face with his sweat towel.

“Glen, that was fucked”

Glen tips his head back and laughs, dropping the towel back to the floor. “But you killed it”.

“I think it killed me” Billie replies exasperated, dropping head back and looking up at the ceiling, “I am going to be so sore tomorrow”.

Glen chuckles and moves to sit up from the floor, his sweaty skin sticking to the floor beneath him.

“I really need a shower”.

“That makes two of us” Billie laughs, “But I don’t think I can stand up”.

Glen laughs, letting out a groan of effort as he hauls himself upright and stands. He reaches down for Billie’s hand and pulls her up, unable to stop his eyes from flickering to boobs in the tight white tank she’s wearing.

God.

“I also need food” Billie announces, taking a long sip from her water bottle and smoothing back her sweaty hair, “I’m suddenly starving”.

Glen nods in agreement.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to grab a bite after this?” he asks, eyes searching her face as he looks down at her, “If you still have the day free of course”.

Billie’s lips part into a smile, and Glen can’t help the way his own smile grows.

“My day is totally empty”

“Oh really?” Glen inquires, one eyebrow raised, “Does that mean I can steal you for dinner too?”.

Billie laughs, shrugging her shoulders adorably, “If you don’t get sick of me before then, sure”.

Glen shakes his head and reaches out to touch Billie’s arm, flashing her his most charming grin and loving the way she looks back at him in that moment.

“I’m not sure that's actually possible Billie”.

Billie smiles, and Glen can’t tell if her cheeks flushing is from their workout or from his comment.

They walk over to their bags, Glen bending and handing Billie hers before bending to pick up his own.

“Did you want to shower here? Or head home and meet up again?”

Billie shakes her head and holds out her hand, “I brought a change of clothes like you said, I’m happy to shower here. But it’s up to you?”

“No no, here’s good” Glen says, dabbing at his face again with his towel, “the bathrooms here are pretty fuckin’ amazing”.

They walk towards the elevator and step in when the doors open, Billie’s perfume filling his nose as she brushes past. Glen presses the button for level 12, the two standing in comfortable silence as the doors close and they move up the building.

The elevator dings and the doors open up to the reveal the luxury spa, shower and sauna level, Glen letting Billie step out in front of him.

“The female bathrooms are that way” Glen says, reaching up to run a hand through his sweaty hair, “I’ll meet you back out here?”

Billie nods, looking over in the direction of the bathrooms and back up at Glen with a soft smile.

“See you in a bit”.

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Billie

This shower is better than the one at Billie’s house. No actually, it's the best shower she's ever used. At the gym of all places.

It's all dark moody tile and black furnishings, the rainfall shower head providing the most amazing water pressure on her already aching muscles. Not to mention the luxury skin care products that are just free to use.

She’s in shower heaven.

Or she would be, if Glen was in there with her.

Billie tips her head back and lets the warm water cascade over her, unable to think of little else except Glen.

The way his muscles had rippled beneath his skin as he’d pulled himself up on the chin up bar, the way his biceps had flexed and moved as he’d picked up each dumbbell. Billie had barely been able to concentrate on her own exercises, not when Glen was looking like that, and certainly not when he was looking at her the way he had been. It was like he wanted to devour her - and if they hadn't been in public, she probably would have let him.

Right there in the middle of the gym floor.

Their workout has left her feeling all wound up in more ways than one, like forty five minutes of insane heated foreplay without a finish line. If she were at home, she’d probably play with herself.

She thinks about Glen in the shower, thinking about how badly she wants to have him pressed up naked against her, to feel his thick arms around her frame, his lips on her skin.

Fuck.

What was this man doing to her?

She wonders idly if he’s thinking about her the same way she is right now, suddenly remembering that he’s probably waiting for her outside and that she should get on with it. She exhales heavily through her nose and rinses the last of the soap suds from her skin, letting herself enjoy the shower for thirty more seconds before she turns off the tap.

Billie steps out of the shower and dries herself with the fluffiest white towel she’s ever used, changing into a pair of light blue mom jeans and a loose white button up shirt. She looks back at her reflection in the giant mirror of the luxury bathroom, tucking the front of her shirt loosely into the waist of her jeans and buttoning it just enough that it teases just a hint of cleavage.

She reapplies her makeup keeping it glowy and natural, using the gym’s very expensive hair dryer and blow waving her hair just enough that it’s tameable. She pulls her hair back into a loose braid leaving out a few face framing pieces, spritzing her favourite peachy perfume onto her neck and wrists. She steps back and looks over her reflection once more, deciding she’s happy with her look, packing up her things and walking out of the bathroom.

Billie does a double take when she walks out to find Glen sitting waiting for her on one of the cream leather lounges near the elevator, looking somehow even more handsome than he had earlier.

He’s now dressed in a cream henley shirt and brown trousers, a pair of brown leather boots on his feet. His shirt is unbuttoned just enough that she can see the beginnings of his dark chest hair, his hair still damp from the shower and falling messily but somehow still perfectly.

As if he wasn’t handsome enough just looking like that, Billie feels her breath catch when he looks up and sees her, his lips parting in an utterly gorgeous smile.

Billie tries not to notice the way her body feels as his eyes run over every inch of her, following her hips as she walks towards him.

“You look gorgeous”.

Billie smiles. “See, I was just thinking that about you”.

Glen laughs and stands up in front of her, pressing the button for the elevator and holding open the door for her as they walk in.

“Were you feeling anything particular for lunch?” he says looking down at her, Billie standing close enough to smell his delicious aftershave and fighting the urge to reply with ‘Besides you?’.

“I’m not fussy”.

Glen nods. “Good, I know just the place”.

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Glen

“Were you really?” Billie asks, shaking her head in exasperation, “No way, I’ve seen that movie a thousand times, I’d have recognised you”

Glen laughs and nods his head, putting his hand on his heart to emphasize that he’s telling the truth, “I swear I am. I’m in the stock exchange scene”.

Billie’s brow furrows, like she’s replaying the scene in her head, and Glen chuckles when she reaches into her purse and pulls out her phone.

“No way. I have to look this up”.

They’d just had lunch - they’d gotten sandwiches at one of Glen’s favourite spots near the Santa Monica beach. It was a little hole in the wall place with an outdoor courtyard type area at the back, and best of all, it wasn’t too well known about. On this sunny Sunday afternoon, it was the perfect choice.

He and Billie are sitting side by side in a wooden booth together, having just finished their food. They’d been there nearly three hours now, the conversation and laughs between them flowing effortlessly. It’s only been two days, and yet somehow Glen feels like he’s known Billie for months.

They’d been talking about music choices when they exercised, Billie revealing that she actually liked to listen to movie scores when she ran - namely, superhero movie scores, saying that they made her feel motivated and pumped to keep going. That had brought them to talking about The Dark Knight Rises, at which point Glen had laughed and told her that he was actually in that movie.

He keeps his eyes on her face as she types on her phone, looking over her glowy skin and dark lashes, her full lips that make him want to kiss her for hours.

He hears the beginnings of a video play, the familiar menacing voice of Tom Hardy’s Bane character, watching as Billie’s eyes suddenly light up, her mouth dropping open in surprise.

“Oh my God it is you!” she exclaims adorably, looking up at Glen and then back at her screen still in disbelief, “How have I not noticed that before? How old are you there? You look like a baby”.

Glen laughs and takes a sip of his soda bottle, tapping his fingers against the plastic.

“Twenty-something---, twenty-four, I think?” he says just as he hears Bane smash his character’s head into a computer.

“You know, I actually got a real concussion during that take. Tom got a bit too into his character and instead of just tapping me on the head like he was supposed to, he actually slammed my head down. Had to go see a medic and everything”

Billie’s eyes widen in shock for the second time, a soft laugh of surprise slipping from her lips. “Oh my god, really?”.

He nods and they both laugh, Glen looking over Billie as she shifts in her seat to better face him.

The afternoon sun is warm and Glen has since shed his jacket, his gaze hidden behind his sleek sunglasses. He takes advantage of that fact, savouring every moment of his eyes on Billie’s available skin, the edge of a pale blue bra peeking out from the dip of her shirt from this new angle.

He tries not to notice the way one of her denim covered thighs is now pressed against his, or the way one side of her white shirt has slipped down to expose her golden collarbone. He finds his imagination wondering what her skin would taste like on his tongue, how it would feel beneath his lips if he kissed along it.

Billie lifts her hand to look down at her watch and back up at Glen.

“You need to go?”.

“No no, just thinking about Nugget”.

“If you want to go home and check on him it’s okay Billie”

“I want to” she says, her voice trailing off into a pause, “But, I also don’t want to leave”.

Glen smiles back at her, his eyes crinkling behind his sunglasses.

“Well, how about this then?” he asks, reaching up to run his fingers through his now dry hair, “You go home and grab Nugget, and then the two of you come to mine a little later for dinner?”

Billie tilts her head as looks at him, the corner of her mouth tugging into a smile, “Oh that is incredibly tempting”.

He grins and leans in towards her, loving the way her gorgeous hazel eyes are looking back at him.

“Anything I can do to make it even more so?”

Billie ponders for a moment, her eyes still on his, her tongue sliding out to wet her pink lips.

“Well, for starters, keep smiling at me like that” Billie says, leaning her elbow on the table between them and resting her cheek on her hand, “Do you have any idea how handsome you are? Like, it's almost unfair how attractive you are”.

Glen chuckles softly, the sound rumbling in his throat.

“I’ve been thinking that same thought about you since the moment I met you at Rufus, Billie”.

“Oh really? You think I’m handsome?” Billie teases, a laugh bubbling up in her throat.

Glen only grins, reaching up to brush a loose hair from her face, swearing he sees her suck in a silent breath.

“Actually you know what” Billie breathes, her voice almost a whisper, “I think there is something you can do to tempt me more so”.

Glen raises a curious eyebrow, acutely aware of how close his face now is to hers.

“What’s that darlin?”

Billie exhales quietly, her perfect lips stretching into a soft, sexy smile.

“Kiss me”.

Glen needs no instruction after that.

He tilts Billie’s chin with his finger and angles her face to his, closing his eyes and pressing his lips to hers.

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criminalmindswhore · 9 months

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Morgan has another sister?

When you were growing up, you know how your mom always told you to bring a jacket just in case? Yeah well, apparently I didn't learn anything. Because I am currently freezing my ass off in the middle of this fancy ass neighborhood because Derek sent the wrong address and won't pick up his phone. I start to get back in my car when my phone buzzes, "Derek Morgan I am going to beat you-" "Woah sis, calm down. Turn around," I slowly turned around, "There ya go." I saw him standing in the front yard of a house and hung up. I walked to him and he engulfed me in a hug. "How's my only single sister doing?" I pulled away and slapped his arm, "Shut up! I didn't have time you know becoming one of the best security analyst in the country." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and led me inside. He opened the door to one of the nicest houses I've ever seen and led me to the kitchen. "Everyone I want you to meet Y/n, my youngest sister." I glanced around the room and smiled as I waved. "You've already met Garcia at the awards, that's JJ, her husband Will, Rossi, Hotch, Spencer, and Emily." Emily had this look of adore in her eyes and Garcia quickly caught on and gave her a wink. "Why did I have no idea you had another sister?" I walked to stand beside Emily at the counter, "Well it seems as though every time you guys are in Chicago I was either at school, the academy or on assignment." Emily quickly responded, "The academy? You're an agent?" I looked at her and smiled, "No, I'm a security analyst for the Navy, but I'm hoping to get this job at homeland security. I had my interview last week and I should know soon." She nodded. "That's impressive, and I'm assuming that's how you met Garcia?" Garcia beamed at me, "Lemme tell them!" I giggled and nodded, "You know how I nominated for that amazing award last year, well she won it! Derek was so torn up because I lost but so much more excited that his baby sister won." She high fived me and I laughed loudly. "I'm telling you she got all the brains and I got all the beauty." Derek said proudly and I shoved him, "We all know Cindi got that." Everyone laughed and we ate.

Emily's POV

After dinner we all sat by Rossi's fire outside and drank various beverages. "And then, he fell so hard, the entire house shook and mom was pissed. I swear Derek was going to get killed. Mom came downstairs yelling," In her best mom impression, "Derek James Morgan I am going to beat you senseless, why were you on my coffee table." She laughed with everyone and I swear it was music to my ears. I've had an attraction to this woman since she came in the house. She's so smart, and gorgeous and her laugh is the cutest. "Emily, Derek told me that you had a story about a guy named Viper?" I cringed at the thought and sat up to tell the story. "It was a case in Atlanta, and this guy taught a class on how to make women like you. After we asked him some questions he tried to make a move on me and basically say he could out smart me into sleeping with him." She chuckled at the story, and it made me smile bigger, "So when I went undercover in a club, he seriously gave it a shot and thought I was interested. An old agent and I basically called him out and left." Everyone laughed and Derek stood up, "Alright sis, if you're riding with me, I'm leaving, I have to teach some newbies at 6 am." Y/n groaned and looked at him, "But no one else is leaving and I wanna hear their embarrassing stories about you." She gave him an innocent smile and my insides lit on fire. She was killing me, "If you wanna stay longer I can give you a ride to Morgans later." I didn't realize what left my mouth until it did, I was terrified of being alone with her. "Thank you, Emily, now get going so they can embarrass you." He said his goodbyes and we kept telling stories.

"Thank you, Rossi!" I waved at him as we walked to my car. "It was nice meeting you! He's so nice. All of you are." I unlocked the car and walked around to the driver's side, "Trust me, when it comes to psychotic killers, we get mean real fast." She laughed and got in on the other side. "Thank you again for taking me home. I just haven't had a night out of my room, office, or a library in awhile. I don't think I've been to anything since grad school." I let out a chuckle, "Seriously, you're Morgans's sister and you didn't party in grad school?" She nodded, "Seriously. Morgan was the only one who got that gene. I got the tech nerd who came out on accident gene." She laughed and I smiled big. She's gay. "I'm sorry if this is wrong for me to ask but, what is that look in your eye when you look at me? It's like a look of adore." I was shocked that she noticed and gripped the steering wheel a little harder, "I just- you're-" I pulled up to Morgan's," You just amaze me. I mean in walks this incredibly talented, brilliant, really attractive woman and you expect to not like you?" She looked at me and smiled, "You just described yourself Miss Emily Prentiss." She opened her door and got out, "You should walk me to the door and protect me from any bad guys." I smirked and got out locking my car. We entered the apartment building and started up the stairs, the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Back to the reader's POV

When we reached my brother's door I got the key out from under the mat and turned to face Emily. I wanted to kiss her so bad but was it too early? "I had an amazing time tonight with your team and you. Thank you for taking me home again." She took a step closer to me and her eyes kept flickering between my lips and my eyes. I could tell she wanted it too. I took a final step towards her and grabbed her collar pulling her lips into mine. She immediately kissed back and backed me into the door, her hands finding my waist as mine draped over her shoulders as our lips moved in sync. She pulled away and pecked my lips once more, "Goodnight Y/n. I'll see you later." I smiled and bit my lip, "Goodnight Emily, drive safe." I watched her walk down the hall and onto the steps. I unlocked the door and opened it expecting Derek to be asleep. "Holy shit Derek!" He was standing in the doorway with a smug look on his face. "Why are you awake?" He took my purse from me and sat it on the counter as I hung my keys up and slipped off my shoes. "I was waiting on you to make sure you made it safely. Anything you wanna tell me swollen lips?" I blushed but kept a smile from forming, "Nope. Guest bedroom in the same place?" He chuckled and nodded, "Goodnight Derek." I started to the room, "Goodnight kissy face."

#emily prentiss fanfic #criminal minds #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #criminalmindsxreader

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tactax-art · 11 months

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i am obsessed w your creature au..... i would kill to read a fic about it it's so good <33

I have good news and bad news.

The good news are that you won't have to kill anyone. The bad news are you might want to kill me for the pace I write at.

But have a snippet :)

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“He is criatura elemental, no?” Alejandro asks as they sit together in the colonel’s office and go over the day’s reports.

“Yes, a Bomb, Explosive Elemental,” Ghost considers the other for a moment, “Have you ever met one before?”

“No, he’s the first, but- do you have stories of them? In england?”

“Not stories, but there are rumours.”

“It is said they find a cause and then eat themselves up for it. There were two part of the mexican revolution, twins, they didn’t last a year before their fuse ran out, they were completamente loco, not caring who they killed in a fight so long it worked for the revolution, and in the end revolucionarios shot them even though they were two their own. It’s, ah…”

“It worries you. Having him here.”

“Si. He seems good, a very good soldier, but there is something about him, extraño- strange. Las Almas is my home, the destruction just una bomba loca can do is extreme.”

Ghost watches as Alejandro rubs at his stubble, clearly torn about his distrust of Soap but also not able to ignore the disquiet. He doesn’t disagree with Alejandro’s assessment, but Soap? It just… he can’t quite picture it, it doesn’t fit his initial assessment. Of course he could always be wrong, he’s been wrong before, egregiously so, trusted the wrong people and- but that was before. He’s got better insight into people now, the innate ability to sense fear has been a surprising, if disturbing boon thus far.

“My assessment is limited, I’ve only worked with him once before we were sent here, but I don’t think you have to worry about Sergeant MacTavish harming people unnecessary,” Ghost admits, “so far he’s proven to value his colleagues lives highly.”

“Even the odd ones?”

“He doesn’t seem to differenciate, while under threat it’s the same level of fear for all of them. Marines, Los Vaqueros, superiors, subordinates. It’s like…” Ghost frowns at the realisation, “He considers us all equally vulnerable.”

“That is unusual?” Alejandro questions, clearly curious now.

Ghost just nods. It not necessary for Alejandro to know that, now that he thinks about it, he’s never met anyone who truly values people equally. Or if nothing else, fears for them equally, but that amounts to the same thing. It’s normal, of course, it’s natural to fear for the person you know over the one you don’t. Your squadmates over some new arrival. Your sibling over someone else’s sibling.

On the battlefield there is of course also the bias of what beings people think can take more. More damage, more stress, more risks. A creature over a human, a non-humanoid over the humanoids. A thing that remains stone faced over a thing that can cry and bleed.

To Soap it had been all the same. He’d feared for the gargoyle pilot that had survived the crash the same as for his injured human squadmate. The same for the Swan Maiden, the same as the Grizzly Bear Shifter, the same for the (visually) adorable and childlike Cat Sidhe.

The same for him.

People don’t fear for him.

“Can I ask what you are? I don’t know of anything that senses fear with precision. You don’t smell it, no?”

Ghost tilts his head, his version of a smile ever since smiling became an effort, “Your worst nightmare.”

Alejandro laughs at him. Well, Ghost isn’t one to step down from a challenge however unwittingly offered, he’s in need of some proper dinner as is, and he’s not quite ready to stress-test his seargeant quite like that.

#unedited because yes #tactaxtalks #tactax mwii creatures au #cod monster au #bomb!soap #alb!ghost #idk yet what ale is we'll see #i think he might just be a kickass human #cod mw2 #lemme know what you think abt it

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crumblinggothicarchitecture · 14 days

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So in terms of Taylor copying lines there is one that was very obvious to me

In the smallest man who ever lived she says:

Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?

Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

Were you writing a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy?

So somehow this directly hints to the dinner scene in the movie Phantom Thread by Paul Thomas Anderson.Also Taylor previously stated she used this film as an inspiration for the song Mastermind so there is no denying she has seen it. I will leave the link for the video the similar dialogue begins at 2:40 and then 3:18

Reynolds:I don't protect myself somebody will come in the middle of the night and take over my corner of room ......

Are you an special agent sent here to ruin my evening possibly my entire life

Did somebody drop me on foreign soils behind enemy lines I'm surrounded on all sides

Who are you do you have a gun are you here to kill me

https://youtu.be/fn5dXUu_qxM?si=stSva_Wsg8h-GZom

I think you've certainly found something interesting.

I do think Taylor Swift lacks enough creativity to really ever come up with an idea on her own. There are so many instances where she straight up just uses source material- without ever crediting the original art that it is almost embarrassing I didn't notice sooner.

There is a lot about Taylor Swift I'm embarrassed I didn't notice sooner.

Truly, I do agree with you that the two dialogues sound remarkably similar- and I think it begs the larger question of authenticity in Swift's work.

For years, she has claimed to write about events in her own life- to use her life as her inspiration. She has even gone so far as to say in an interview that she has basically been publishing her diary for people to read for years. She said this during the "Lover" press run when she was, in fact, publishing bits of her diary for the public to read.

All these big claims about these songs being her authentic representation of self- yet, we always seem to find out that all her ideas are ripped right out of popular movies, old movies, old music, or books. She barely makes effort to change around the wordings and then she still sells it like it was her genuine feelings about a situation.

I'm sorry- but it doesn't make sense. I just think that if something is really truly part of your authentic life experiences- you don't need to copy movie dialogues in order to write about it.

Right?

It calls into question all her so-called "Authenticity" every time I see new evidence that she's ripping someone else off. It all seems so- fake when you ask yourself why does she need to copy other media if she's writing about her own personal life?

I don't need to rely on other media in order to write about my own life- I draw inspiration from other things- sure. However, it never extends to using basically the same dialogue, barely shifting some words around, and using the same thematic point in conjunction, as I write about something real that I experienced.

I just wonder- is she creative enough to find her own concept for songs or not?

You bring up an interesting point about her ability to be creative or original- Frankly, I question it too.

#anti taylor swift #toxic taylor swift #taylor swift critical #ex swiftie #anti swifties #phantom thread #mastermind #the smallest man who ever lived

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insecateur · 8 months

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I'll be standing tall (La Maison-Dieu)

A 10 songs bilingual Sycamore/Lysandre playlist (in honor of Pokémon X&Y's 10th anniversary)

(Unfortunately, I don't use Spotify, so you'll have to make do with this YouTube playlist or look for the songs yourself. But do look under the read more for Lyrics Excerpts and all of that.)

Why a bilingual playlist? Well because I'm a bilingual guy, for a start, and because my experience with Pokémon X&Y in general and this ship in particular has always been bilingual as well (even trilingual, arguably.) I wanted to put together some of my favorite songs in English for them and introduce English-speaking fans to some of my favorite French songs for them, too. A lot of those songs are songs I've quoted, mentioned, or even used as inspiration for art and fic.

(Why is Augustine on the English side and Lysandre on the French side? Because I thought Lysandre would be offended at the idea of being on the English side while Augustine wouldn't care about it as much.)

SIDE A: ENGLISH

Sunburn by Muse

He burns like the sun And I can't look away And he'll burn our horizons Make no mistakes

This is the classic, quintessential PRFR song for me. Its only crime is that it's het, sung from the point of a view of a man singing about a woman. That pesky little detail cannot stop me, however.

Without You I'm Nothing by Placebo (feat David Bowie)

I'm unclean, a libertine And every time you vent your spleen I seem to lose the power of speech You're slipping slowly from my reach You grow me like an evergreen You've never seen the lonely me at all

Do I even need to say anything about this? I listen to this song when I need to make myself Suffer thinking about them. Oh to be unable to bring yourself to say something about your beloved friend's downward spiral...

Hardest of Hearts by Florence + the Machine

Darling heart, I loved you from the start But you'll never know what a fool I've been Darling heart, I loved you from the start But that's no excuse for the state I'm in

My friend sent me this song saying it was about them and they were RIGHT. Shout-out to my friend for that. I like how it can be alternating POV, too.

Changes by The Happy Fits

I try to run away but I find myself, again Stuck in the same place Who will I be today? I can't control the world or change it

This one was suggested by @jonphaedrus and I'm really happy I could have its contribution in here as well. This is very meaningful to me.

Celebrate by Metric

Even the darkest hour soon will be over My friend, it will be over

I couldn't not put a Metric song in there! It was tough finding the right one... But I thought putting a more optimistic spin would be nice, too. I actually associate this song with SLaWCS specifically as well, which is a nice touch.

SIDE B: FRENCH

Pâle Septembre by Camille

Mâle si tendre Au début de novembre Devint sourd aux avances de l'amour Mais quel mal me prit De m'éprendre de lui ?

Did you know? This song is the reason why I associate Lysandre with the Tower arcana. Or at least, it's what put the idea into my brain first. This one is also a quintessential PRFR song for me.

7 Vies by Kyo

La vue est magnifique Contemple-la tant que tu peux La lumière alcaline Le bien, l'ennemi du mieux Tant que le temps défile Tout doit se vivre à deux Je pratique le langage des signes Et celui du feu

I think I should be allowed to include some more vibes songs in there, although I'd argue this one fits them well. It's a bit abstract, but it fits.

Tout donner by Maître Gims

Tu es ma maladie Ma guérison quand tu l'décides Mes nuits s'illuminent J'en confonds le jour et la nuit

A desperate, self-destructive pining song... What else could a man want in this world. It's very tasty. I think about those lines way too often.

Aimer à mort by Louane

L'espoir qui joue, le feu, le froid Un souffle au cou, baiser de roi Pour nous reprendre, pour nous défendre Pour se comprendre chaque fois

Another intense but more optimistic one. I want to believe... I want them to believe as well...

Rouge Ardent by Axelle Red

As-tu trouvé, dans les feux, dans les flammes Ton idéal rouge ardent As-tu froid As-tu peur de l'aurore Tu disais "tout s'évapore" Tu as eu tort

It's a song about being in love with a failed idealist. And also the color red is there. What more can I say. (Also, this time it's originally a het song from the POV of a woman singing about a man, which ties it all neatly together, I think.)

Happy 10th anniversary to all my fellow shippers, young and old, new and ancient, whether you were in the trenches with me back in October 2013 on this webbed site or you joined us in 2021 with the Pokémon Masters revival, thank you for loving them always. Here's to loving them more and more in the future, and here's to the Pokémon X&Y remakes as they become clearer and clearer on the horizon. (And maybe we'll get a Legends game, too? Wouldn't that be something...)

#pokemon #pokemon xy #lysandre #professor sycamore #perfectworldshipping #samart

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thegirlwhowrites642 · 1 year

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I just reread cos i sort of felt annoyed at weasley brothers esp. Twins ( I know they are very beloved in fandom but I found their lack of common sense annoying sometimes) Do you think in cos weasley brothers were sort of neglectful? I can understand ron he is only one year older & has his own insecurities but fred and George were 14 & percy was 16. I am not saying its their fault but still. I am older sis myself I just can't imagine not noticing ( god forbid) my younger sibling going something like this. Maybe it's a brother thing to be like this. Anyways sorry for long rant,please share your thoughts.

I totally understand your point of view because I'm an older sister too, and there would have been no way in hell I would have missed something like this about my younger sibling. Though I have to say, Percy at least understands there's something wrong and we also know Ginny at eleven is a very practised liar that doesn't like to ask for help and doesn't have much faith in her family being in her corner (the Quidditch training in secret is such a perfect back story for the diary).

I think when the Weasley brothers really fail is after Ginny's first year.

A lot of people seem to believe that the worst things Ron did were not believing Harry in GoF or the Horcrux thing but I completely disagree. Those things are frankly very minor all considered and influenced by a lot of circumstantial reasons. The one thing that really always kind of stuck with me that was really shitty of Ron was when he shoves away Ginny at the start of PoA. Your sister has been possessed for a whole year by a dark lord fundamentally because she grew up very sheltered and all her brothers decided to ignore her while an evil dark object amplified all her insecurities and the year after you decide to behave with her in the same exact way?

And I get that Ron is jealous of his friendships due to his insecurities but there's a limit to what is justifiable (he grows out of it at least so kudos for that).

And then after the dementor's attack, it's not even Ron who takes care of her while she trembles.

And of course, the fact that Ginny searches for Ron even after he sent her away tells you something about the other brothers (maybe Percy had prefect things to do so he might be excused, but why wasn't she with the twins?).

But after all, it's one of the big themes of Ginny's story: she doesn't have anyone in her corner but herself.

Ginny starts the story victim of unimaginable horrors because of her loneliness but she becomes someone whose greatest strength is her ability to stand on her own (the girl is a rock) and who takes care of the people forgotten by everybody else. She once was the injured girl on the floor of the Chamber and she becomes the one who takes care of the injured girl on the grounds (soon after her brother died I might add).

[note: it's also a full circle moment for Harry and Ginny because, in the scene in DH, Harry is projecting on the injured girl]

#ginny weasley

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I know I already sent a Körangi ask, but the selkie!Soap and changeling!Ghost au won’t leave my brain.

The amount of angst possible for these two in it is just aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah u feel me? Like for example, imagine on a mission Soap has been talking non-stop, flirting making jokes and Ghost tells him to shut up. HE WOULD HAVE TO SHUT UP!! Ghost would probably think Soap‘s being petty until he asks for a sitrep or something and Soap has to stay silent. Ghost grows more and more panicked until he says something like "goddamn it, talk to me, Johnny!" (if it’s the good ending yknow) and Soap can finally talk again.

The bad ending would obviously be Soap getting into trouble and being unable to ask for help :)

Genius take, hell yeah (this takes place at some random part in the timeline lol)

Soap had been... particularly good at taking orders lately. Ghost had picked up on it and he thought it was pretty odd, but nothing he was really worried about it. It made missions easier, knowing Johnny would actually follow his orders for once.

This mission required Ghost to be focused and that was becoming increasingly hard.

"I'm just asking if your career ever comes up."

"You asked if it comes up in the bedroom. Bit different of an ask."

"Yeah. I mean with the mask and the knives and the ability to tie someone up and..."

"Soap, stop talking." Ghost growled, pleasantly surprised when Soap did in fact stop talking. Complete silence flooded the coms and that meant Ghost could focus on aiming.

He heard gunshots. Dozens of them. He waited for it to die down to ask. "Soap, sitrep?"

More silence.

"Soap, sitrep?" Ghost sighed. He swore if he was being an ass over him telling him to shut up. "Johnny. Sitrep. Are you solid?"

There was still nothing.

Ghost started to sweep the area with his scope, trying to find him. He ignored the growing anxiety that something was very wrong. There was an odd sensation across his own mouth, like someone was holding their hand over it.

"Johnny, what's going on? Are you compromised?"

Soap's heavy breathing came over the coms but he still wasn't speaking. Why wasn't he speaking? Ghost looked around more.

"I'll cover you. I just need to know where you are." Ghost could hear the distress in his own voice. "Soa-"

A gunshot shattered the air. It came through the comms this time. Ghost suddenly felt very sick.

"Johnny? Please, sitrep." He heard it. The panic in his voice. If this was anyone else, he'd like to think he could keep it under control, but this was Soap.

No response.

"I'm going to kick your ass when you get up here. You better fucking get up here." Ghost spotted him. He was holding his side, blood dripping. Maybe his radio was damaged.

One of the men started to round the corner, gun moving up. Ghost put a bullet through their brain before they got the chance.

He went under the assumption the radio was broken, not bothering to speak. From his position, he cleared a fucking trial. Soap was smart enough to follow.

MacTavish crawled his way through everyone and ended up right at Ghost's side again.

Ghost resisted the urge to throttle the man or hug him since they were still in an active battle situation.

"Radio busted?" It didn't look broken, but it wasn't always obvious.

Soap stared at him, mouth pressed into a thin line.

"Johnny?"

Soap had his hand over his wound and just stared.

Ghost moved closer and lifted his shirt to look at the wound. He put his hand on his other side and looked at him closely. The wound looked bad, but maybe that was why he was being quiet.

"Are you okay? Nod for me if you're okay."

Soap nodded slowly. He stared at Ghost.

"Johnny, please talk to me."

Soap let out a deep breath. "I'm so sorry, sir."

Ghost hit his shoulder hard. "Save it. Let's get out of here."

"Si..." Soap went to explain.

"Shut up and get to evac."

"...yes, sir."

#Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2

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mlmxreader · 1 year

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Baby Got Back | Simon Ghost Riley x m!reader

@guardkeywolf asked: I'm back

Already

YES

saw all the prompts and....

"Did you just snack my ass" just...

Ghost x Male Reader where he does this on a mission (bro is bold af), with the comms on, and Ghost is just confused, and the male reader just starts complimenting just how great his ass looks...

I just immediately thought about that Las Almas mission where he had on the Desert Rat (that's what that skin is called) and that's was just giving that lol

summary: Ghost has a nice ass, so it's only natural that, as his boyfriend, you would want to show him that you're aware.

tws: swearing, mentions of guns, mentions of violence

It was a simple task really, just going around and making sure that everything was safe and set up, ready for the task force to step in when the time was right; setting up surveillance equipment and ensuring that it all worked and was hidden well enough not to be seen. You were only with the task force because Price had asked the Air Chief Marshal, Pahwa, for someone to assist them, and you were the only one qualified enough - plus, admittedly, Ghost liked having you around. He never said it, would never let it be known anywhere except when you were in private, but Ghost enjoyed having his boyfriend accompany him on missions; sure, he worried, but that was only natural. Worry came as naturally as breathing when in the middle of warfare, regardless of your piloting career and your success both in the air and on land.

Ghost liked being near you, he liked to stand behind you and liked to tell shitty army jokes that somehow always made you laugh; he liked it best when you were sat beside him, bringing your legs up to rest on his thighs as he rested his hands on your calves. He liked knowing that you were there, and that most importantly, you were very much alive; when you were sent on missions like this, ones where information had to be gathered before the shooting started, Ghost couldn't deny that he preferred doing them with you than anyone else. Watching you work was like watching an artist paint on a canvas, and he was completely fixated every time your hands worked with wires and cables, smiling from behind his mask, even daring to let it reach his eyes for a moment or two.

"So, as I said to him," you continued as you fiddled with some wires, "if you wanna see me pissed off, keep making stupid fucking comments and chatting shit, because I'm not above glassing a cunt."

Ghost chuckled softly as he leaned against the wall beside you, his gun at the ready as he kept an eye out for any enemies who dared to approach. "And here I thought you were a gentleman."

You scoffed, daring to steal a look at him as you grinned, your smile so bright and so handsome that it never failed to make Ghost lose his breath for a second. He had been head over heels for you ever since the day he met you, and even now, he was still just as head over heels.

"You ought to know by now, Si, I don't take shit from some cunt-faced septic tank who thinks he's better than me because he got fucking stars and stripes all over his twat uniform."

He shook his head, tutting softly, but as he was about to speak, Price's voice cut through the Comms.

"Eyes on the prize, lads, we can't afford a cock-up. You can gossip later."

You attached the last wire, and dusted your hands off as you stood up, giving it a nod of approval. "Nearly done, Cap, just two more. I reckon we'll be home for tea, at this rate."

"I'd murder for a curry," Ghost admitted. "A nice vindaloo with chips."

You let him follow you to the next place where the cameras were to be set, but then you handed the wires to him, and you grinned. "My back's killing, you wanna do it?"

"Sure," he shrugged, handing you his gun as he bent down. But then he shot right back up again when he felt a firm slap on his ass. "Did you just smack my ass?"

"I did," you nodded, proud of yourself. "You've got a fuckin' nice 'un."

Ghost rolled his eyes, bending back down as he started to work on the wires. "So do you, but I don't smack yours when you bend over."

"Your loss," you chuckled softly. "You do have a really nice arse though, Si. I should smack it more, remind you what you got back there."

"Please don't." He took his gloves off so that it was easier to set up the camera.

"Lads, stick up for me," you joked, unable to stop grinning. "He's got a really nice arse, don't you think?"

"Eyes on the prize, (y/n)," Price reminded.

Taking a look at Ghost's ass, you smiled as you nodded. "Oh, I do, Captain."

"He doesn't," Ghost grumbled. "He's looking at my ass."

Admittedly, though, behind his mask, Ghost was blushing more than he ever had before; sure, he was a little confused as to why you were being so bold, but he wasn't about to complain, either. Knowing that he had the attention of his boyfriend made him grin as he struggled to work with the wires, grinning to himself as he sank to his knees to make it a little easier on himself; he could feel your eyes on his ass, but didn't mind in the slightest. He would get you back for it, though, when you were alone in the night, he would get you back; but then he heard you humming, and he glared at you from the corner of his eye for a moment.

"I like big butts and I can not lie, you other brothers can't deny that when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face, you get sprung, wanna pull up tough 'cause you notice that butt was stuffed, deep in the jeans she's wearing, I'm hooked and I can't stop staring, oh baby, I wanna get with you, and take your picture-"

"(y/n)!" Price barked, but he didn't sound angry. "Save it for later, when you're back here and safe."

"Sir, it's the song from Shark Tale," Gaz's voice crackled.

"Let him continue," Soap added. "It's a good song."

"They're doing a job, gents," Price sighed. "The fun can wait."

"I'm with Price on this," Ghost mumbled.

"At least Gaz and Soap are on my side," you huffed. "That makes you outnumbered... besides, if I can't sing Sir Mix A Lot, how the fuck else am I gonna make sure you know you've got the nicest ass out of all of us?"

Ghost scoffed. "You think I've got the nicest?"

"Yeah, I do," you leaned over to admire it for a moment. "Actually, I know you do... y'know, I think I might just get you some tighter trousers."

"Please don't... and don't sing that song again."

Gently, you patted his ass as you bit at the inside of your lip. "Don't worry, Si, I won't sing it again... at least, not while there's a chance Price is gonna tell me off again."

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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Asking For It

A First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

Liked by y/ninsta, champagnepapi, dualipa, saweetie, cardib, theestallion, 2forwoyne, and 3,495,662 others

jackharlow: my current view 😍

jackandy/naremyparents: I literally want her to step on me 😫

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jackharlow: urbanandjack24 trust me I know 😏

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jackharlow: saweetie in an undisclosed location 😏

druski2funny: jackharlow just say you in your wife's pussy because we ALL know that's where you really at 🙄

sza: druski2funny aye yo! 🤣🤭

jackharlow: druski2funny I sense some animosity 🤔

saweetie: he just mad for no reason

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y/ninsta: druski2funny look if I knew you were about to hang this over my head I would have never done it

theestallion: y/ninsta done what sis?

y/ninsta: druski2funny is mad because I ate the rest of the macaroni and cheese that I originally made for MY HUSBAND. It's not MY fault you were late. urbanwyatt gave you fair warning

lilnasx: how did I know this would be about some damn food?

saweetie: naw lilnasx y/n be putting actual CRACK in her shit. I'm convinced.

cardib: she made the meatballs for my baby shower and a fight almost broke out over them 😭

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y/ninsta: lilnasx I got you baby 😘

dualipa: hmm I can think of something else that probably makes macaroni sounds 😏

normani: DUA!!!

jackharlow: dualipa I swear when I see you it's on sight 😡

dualipa: jackharlow let me just get one teensy taste

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urbanwyatt: still remember when all jackharlow and y/ninsta could make was ramen

y/ninsta: I don't remember your ass trying to help me cook in our apartment. don't get disrespectful 😒

y/ninsta: and besides jackharlow still can't cook. my baby be tryin tho. his latest consisted of him burning my grilled cheese

jackharlow: y/ninsta it was not burnt!

brandisimmons: jackharlow she sent me a picture. it was burnt.

normani: brandisimmons lmaoo Brandi always be throwing shade at jackharlow 😭

jackharlow: y/ninsta baby girl don't make me bring up the time you almost set our apartment building ablaze

theestallion: why am I not surprised 🙃

y/ninsta: jackharlow THAT WAS URBAN

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta IT WAS NOT

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sza: me too!

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druski2funny: yall better leave me some mac and cheese this time smh

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urbanwyatt: I'm surprised she graduated 😫

shloob_: I see no lies

nemo: and would bring McDonald's 🙄

acepro: but here's the thing... SHE ONLY BROUGHT MCDONALD'S FOR HER AND jackharlow

y/ninsta: um excuse me!?! I had to make sure my baby ate so he could focus in class

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y/ninsta: jackharlow tell them to stop picking on me! 🙃

jackharlow: aye! yall leave my baby alone

quiiso: and yall remember for jackharlow's birthday our senior year they went out to breakfast and left us and didn't tell us

y/ninsta: that's it PG do NOT show up next Sunday 😒

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta BUT I LIVE HERE

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt go live with druski2funny I'm kicking you out. expect to see your shit outside

druski2funny: urbanwyatt I'm a good roommate. come on over.

urbanwyatt: druski2funny I'll pass

2forwoyne: naw but forreal tho y/ninsta can you make those barbecue ribs again? shit was hittin

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y/ninsta: theestallion anything sis!

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y/ninsta: theestallion that was one facetime call that me and jackharlow will NEVER live down

jackharlow: idk how maggieharlow did it but she basically kicked my ass over a phone call and OF COURSE nothing happens to wifey 🙃

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y/ninsta: urbanwyatt no it wasn't. you were high and just.... I have PTSD from that night

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darkstar225 · 9 months

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Twice's 10th member has anorexia part 2 ft Big Sis Tzuyu

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anonwho gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it! :)

The request: hi 🙈

was wondering if you could do a pt 2 to the anorexia story? with tzuyu.. based on the link below, and tzuyu wondering why reader isn't eating and helps her out through a meal. only if you want to though!! i love all your work 🩷

https://x.com/tzuwieee25/status/1703697667115909254?s=46&t=g_YNbnB_rMuZSbmSZopziQ

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The days at the TWICE dorm had fallen into a comfortable rhythm. While the members had hectic schedules, they always made time to bond over meals, sharing stories and laughter. However, there was something amiss during these meals that hadn't gone unnoticed by one particular member... Tzuyu.

Tzuyu, known for her gentle and considerate nature, had developed a habit of making sure she ate last during their communal meals. It wasn't because she had a preference for eating alone, it was because she wanted to ensure that no food was wasted. She would observe how much each member ate and then finish whatever was left, preventing any leftovers from going to waste.

As time passed, Tzuyu began to notice a troubling pattern. Y/N, the youngest and 10th member of TWICE, had been eating less and less during their meals. Her portions grew smaller, and she often found excuses to skip meals altogether. Tzuyu couldn't ignore the signs any longer. She had seen the same behaviours in Y/N that she had once observed in herself, a struggle with food and an unhealthy relationship with eating.

One evening, as the members gathered around the dining table for dinner, Tzuyu took a deep breath and decided it was time to reach out to her little sister. She had been quietly observing her bestie's behaviour for weeks, and her concern had grown with each passing day.

As they began to eat, Tzuyu noticed that Y/N was pushing her food around her plate, barely taking a few bites. Her heart ached at the sight, and she knew she couldn't stay silent any longer. Tzuyu leaned closer to Y/N and spoke in a gentle, soft voice.

Tzuyu - Baby, is everything okay? You haven't been eating much lately.

The maknae looked up, startled by her unnie's question. She quickly tried to put on a brave face, not wanting to burden her mate.

Y/N - Oh, it's nothing, Tzuyu unnie. I'm just not that hungry today.

Tzuyu didn't buy the excuse. She had seen the same words come from her own lips before she had sought help.

Tzuyu - My heart, I've noticed that you've been eating less for a while now. Please, talk to me. You don't have to go through this alone.

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears as she met Tzuyu's concerned gaze. She hadn't expected anyone to notice, let alone confront her about it. She felt a mixture of shame and relief wash over her.

Y/N - I...I've talked with Jihyo Omma and Nayeon unnie but I'm still struggling with anorexia. *quivering voice*

Y/N - I didn't know how to tell anyone else, and I was afraid of disappointing everyone. *pouts*

Tzuyu reached out to gently hold her sister's hand, her eyes filled with empathy.

Tzuyu - Darling, you could never disappoint us. We're here for you, and we care about your well-being. We want to make sure you're okay. If something's bothering you, you can talk to us.

Tzuyu's words struck a chord with Y/N, just as they had with her during her own struggles. She couldn't hold back her tears any longer and allowed herself to cry, knowing that she was in the presence of a true friend who understood her pain.

Tzuyu moved her chair closer to her sunshine's, wrapping her arm around her shoulders in a comforting embrace.

Tzuyu - It's okay, angel. Let it out. You're not alone in this.

As TWICE's golden youngest cried, the other members of the table exchanged concerned glances but decided to give the maknaes their space. Tzuyu continued to offer her support, silently reassuring her little sister that she was there for her no matter what.

When Y/N's tears had finally subsided, Tzuyu offered her a warm smile.

Tzuyu - You don't have to face this alone, sweetheart. We're going to help you every step of the way.

Over the following weeks, Tzuyu and Y/N embarked on a journey towards recovery together. Tzuyu made it her mission to ensure that TWICE's cutie pie ate properly during their joint meals. She sat beside her, encouraging her to take more bites and providing a comforting presence. Tzuyu's own experience with food struggles allowed her to empathize with Y/N's situation and offer guidance without judgment.

The youngest's portions grew healthier, and she began to regain her strength. With Tzuyu's unwavering support and the understanding of the other members, she felt more confident in her recovery.

One evening, as they sat down for dinner together, Y/N looked at Tzuyu with gratitude in her eyes.

Y/N - Thank you, Tzuyu unnie. You've been a lifeline for me during this. I don't know what I would have done without you.

Tzuyu smiled warmly.

Tzuyu - You're not alone, Y/N. We're a family, and we take care of each other. I'm proud of you for fighting this battle.

As they shared their meal that night, Y/N felt a newfound sense of hope and support. She knew that her journey to recovery wouldn't be easy, but with Tzuyu and her other older sisters by her side, she felt stronger than ever.

The days passed, and Y/N continued to make progress in her recovery. She began to eat more confidently, and her laughter once again filled the dorm. Tzuyu's heart swelled with pride and joy as she watched her friend regain her health and happiness.

One day, as they sat in their shared room, Y/N turned to Tzuyu with a smile.

Y/N - Thank you, unnie. You've been my rock through all of this.

Tzuyu humbly brushed off the praise.

Tzuyu - It was my pleasure, love. We take care of each other, remember?

Y/N nodded, her eyes filled with gratitude.

Y/N - I do remember, and I'm so grateful to have you as my best friend.

Tzuyu leaned in to give her sister a warm hug.

Tzuyu - And I'm grateful to have you as my best friend too, sunshine. We'll always support each other, no matter what.

As they embraced, Y/N felt a deep sense of belonging and love within the TWICE family. She knew that with a sister like Tzuyu, she could face any challenge that came her way, and her journey to recovery was proof of their now stronger bond. And as Tzuyu looked down at her only dongsang's expression, she had a single thought:

I am proud of our dear maknae.

And the writer behind the screen had something similar in mind:

I am proud of my dear readers.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

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imaginespazzi · 1 month

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Ignoring as instructed whatever has just come up around twitter….

Hello hello from ☕️ anon! First things first bestie, just wanna say I hope you have had a great end to the weekend and that alls well. And second, my compliments as always on your writing. Ch 5 was an exceptional read and today's drabble just put a big smile on our faces. (Thank you to the kiddos ha!)

Ok now onto business as usual with my promised follow up: Full transparency, in a very fortunate happenstance for my exhausted self, a post came up on another blog essentially short cut recapping separate discussions that I'd come across and was gonna share. You may have already come across them, bkristen, since they post lots about our dear Pazzi as well. I have copied below in quotes for all your readers :) As before, let me just say this is simply being shared for the fun of discourse. I'm not endorsing anything nor can I verify info of any anon's posts. Not trying to discredit any other peoples' comments or feelings on L/G either.

"Georgia and Liz got together in 2020, Liz thought it was serious Georgia didn’t and cheated on her hella. Liz took her back everytime but in 2023 (so last year) they finally committed fully which is why there was always podcasts and they were inseparable… until Georgia cheated again but with Kate Martin around late November early December. It caused a huge rift in the team (which is why the podcasts stopped and they wouldn’t be seen together for anything, even for press). Nobody on the team even posted Georgia for her bday… they are still mad lol. They’ve been amicable now but those first few months were ugly. Again I’m pretty sure her and Kendyl aren’t dating but idk I haven’t talked them in a bit ~ I go to VT and am very connected to the team + but I first heard this from one of their friends at another school"

Honestly in my mind the only real hole in all that is how Amoore and Martin would ever have gotten together, while granted there can be different definitions to cheating for people. Though it does now occur to me that VA Tech and Iowa did play and were around eachother in Nov for the Ally Tip Off game in Charlotte NC. And of course Martin had a breakup up around this time it seems and then there was all the social media speculation that raised eyebrows.

Added note: some other anon sent in a screenshot of recent insta (comments) where GA responds to someone who replied to Kendyl's comment on her post that they are cute together by referring to K as "big sis 💀", seemingly denying a relationship there? Of course Kenny does have other daughters if one were still to believe said rumors lol. Oh Georgia..

Sorry it took me a while to answer this bestie queen but I'm glad you're back <3

Okay so that other VT anon had me confused but I saw Georgia's comment so she's very much not dating Gabby lol. And honestly this just makes sense because what else would cause such a huge follow out. But man I feel pretty shit for Liz like I read it as platonic at the time but you could always tell Georgia meant the world to her and damn girlie got fucked over pretty bad huh.

I think Kate and Georgia were maybe just a bit of a fun fling but man if that's the timeline, then Liz was literally right there if was during the Ally Tip Off game like that's a whole other level of fucked but damn.

The "oh Georgia" at the end really took me omg 😭

#ask #☕️ anon always got the tea!#i hope liz finds herself a cutie tho

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lotrefcp · 11 months

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Hidden Away - Chapter 6

pairing/AU: Javier Peña x female!reader

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

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

word count: 2600+

Chapter 6

Every day you would go through the files on your desk looking for something that could help you locate Escobar's whereabouts. Weeks passed, with you being busy between this work and small missions that Carrillo organized in the hopes of catching one of Pablo's sicarios, in order to get them to talk. You knew this wasn't going to happen. Even if they caught one of his men they would never talk. The loyalty to their boss and the fear of being killed, even in prison, made the words stick in their throats. You knew you had to find someone else, another opportunity. And so, after weeks, hours and hours looking at papers full of words that often got mixed up in each other, your work showed results. Lately, you've been following La Quica's footsteps in the hopes of being able to discover the paths he chose, what final destination they all had in common, whether that destination was his boss's hideout. You weren't so lucky, but you were close. Every week La Quica was caught by the constant surveillance of Carrillo's men going down a street towards a private house. When they tried to catch him, he disappeared for a few weeks but quickly returned to the same street, although with different destinations. You decided that you had to find out the reason for the visits to that house and, one afternoon, right after lunch, you took your coat, gun and badge and got up.

“Where are you going?” Steve asked.

“You know that at this hour you won’t find any men on the street looking for company.”, Javi continued.

“Always so flattering, my dear. I'm going to do our jobs.”

“Did you find anything? Do you want company? Peña asked, excited by the possibility of a new clue.

“No, let me go alone. I'm not sure if this leads anywhere. If I am right in what I think, then yes, we will have some action.”

"Action? What kind? The naked king?” Javi asked again.

You were already heading towards the door and you just answered him with your middle finger raised above your right shoulder. In the distance you could hear his laughter. That one will never change., you thought, walking towards your car.

You drove through the narrow streets of Medellín, looking for your destination, always attentive to your surroundings and the movements of everyone who passed by, fixing their eyes on you, realizing that you were American. Going slowly you arrived at the house that La Quica had visited so many times. You parked and tucked your gun in the back of your pants, putting your badge in your coat pocket, not wanting to draw attention to why you were there. You walked to the door of the little old house and knocked on the door, again and again. No one answered. You were going to quit until the door to the house next to it opened and a lady with a friendly face came out.

“Nadie ha vivido allí durante algunas semanas. Ha pasado desde que los militares entraron allí buscando a alguien. Estás buscando a Isabel, verdad?”

(“No one has lived there for a few weeks. It's been since the military went in there looking for someone. You're looking for Isabel, right?")

“Para Isabel? Sí, somos amigas y hace tiempo que no hablo con ella. Solo quería saber si ella estaba bien. Sabes adónde fue?”

(“For Isabel? Yes, we're friends and it's been a while since I've spoken to her. I just wanted to know if she was okay. Do you know where she went?”)

“No, querida, no puedo decírtelo”.

(“No my dear, I don’t know.”)

"Oh, qué triste. Realmente la extraño y estaba deseando pasar unas horas con ella".

("Oh how sad. I really miss her and was looking forward to spending a few hours with her.”)

“Pero mira, si tanto quieres verla, siempre puedes ir al mercado. En este momento ella está allí ayudando a su tía en su tienda”.

(“But look, if you want to see her that badly you can always go to the market. At this time she is there helping her aunt in her tent.”)

“Por supuesto, su tía. Qué vende ella? Ya ni me acuerdo.

(“Of course, her aunt. What does she sell? I don't even remember anymore.”)

“Café, en grano o ya molido.”

(“Coffee, in beans or already ground.”)

“Sí, soy tan olvidadiza. Cómo no recordar el olor del café de la tía de Isabel. Estaré ahí. Gracias por todo. Que tengas una buena semana."

(“Yeah, I'm so forgetful. How could I not remember the smell of Isabel's aunt’s coffee. I'll go right now. Thank you for everything. Have a great week.")

“La niña también. Y envía mis saludos a Isabel.

(“You too. And send my regards to Isabel.”)

"Así es como lo haré".

(“I will.”) And so you got into your car towards the market where you hoped to find Isabel. You entered the building and looked for the coffee stall. You went through several corridors, full of colors, scents and sounds until you found what you were looking for. You approached and started talking.

"Isabel?"

"Si, soy yo."

(“Yes, that’s me.”)

“Soy amiga de La Quica. Necesito hablar contigo."

(“I’m a friend of La Quica. I need to talk to you.”)

"Me recogiste de nuevo hoy?"

(“Are you coming to get me again today?)

"Buscar? Para que?"

(“To get you? What for?”)

“Si no viene a buscarme, qué me tiene que decir La Quica?”

(“If you’re not here to get, what does La Quica want?”)

“Podemos hablar en un lugar más privado? No quiero que tu tía escuche lo que tengo que decir.”

(“Can we talk in a more private place? I don’t want your aunt to hear what I have to tell you.”) ,you answered, realizing why La Quica looks for her every week.

Isabel shook her head and told her aunt she would be back soon. You went to sit on a shady wall behind the market.

“Entonces, qué quiere La Quica?”, Isabel immediately asked, with some fear in her voice.

(“So, what does La Quica want?”)

“Hablas ingles?”

(“Do you speak english?”)

“A bit yes. Why?

“I'm sorry Isabel, but I lied. I am not friends with La Quica, I am part of the DEA.” Isabel jumped off the wall in one go.

“And what do you want with me?”, she asked, completely scared this time.

“You don't need to be afraid. I'm here for us to help each other. Can we do that?"

“How can we help each other? By getting me killed?”

"Quite the opposite. You tell me what I need to know and I promise the DEA will protect you. If you want, we can find you a house outside of here, you can leave with your aunt, start a new life.”

“Do you think I have a chance at a new life? Here? In Medellin.”

“Maybe not in Medellin. But in another city. You'll have a better chance than if you don't help me and stay here.”

“Then you will force me to speak.”

“I will not harm you. I just want you to hear me. La Quica is coming to see you, it's not because of him, is it? Is he your boyfriend?”

"Boyfriend? No.", Isabel replied with sadness in her voice. You had begun to understand what was going on when she, in the market, asked if you were coming to pick her up again. If La Quica wanted a woman, he would go to a brothel and everyone knew Pablo's fame as a womanizer, even his own wife. “He comes here to take you to Escobar, right?”

Isabel began to shake and said yes with her head.

“Did La Quica ever see you in the brothels and tell Pablo about you?”

"What? I am no whore.”

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. What happened then?”

“One day Escobar came to the market to show off, to give people money, when he saw me and came to talk to me, saying how beautiful I was and that I shouldn't spend my life in the market. I thanked him and forgot about it. But the next day La Quica came over and said that Pablo wanted to see me. And he took me to him.”

“Do you have a relationship with him?”

“No, I already told you I'm not a prostitute. I'm going because if I don't go, he'll have me killed. Everything I do with him is out of fear. I despise that man with everything that I have.”

“And where are the meetings with Pablo?

“At first they were in La Quica’s car, then they moved on to hotel rooms.”

“And it's still in hotels? Is it always the same or does it change?”

“Now it's at his house. He's in hiding because of last month's firefight between his men and the Search Bloc military." Your heart started to beat faster.

“Are you saying that you know where he is hiding?”

“They always cover my eyes but I know these streets too well.”

“So can you tell me where we can catch him?”

"No way. I can't."

"Look at me. You know how Escobar is. One day he will find another woman and will forget about you. And then, when you see La Quica again, you'll know what he is coming here to do. Tell us where we can find Escobar and I'll get you out of here myself if necessary, I'll take you to the airport, to wherever you want.”

“Will you really protect me?”

“I give you my word. I won't let anything happen to you. As soon as I can confirm that he is at the address you will give me, you will be taken out of here even before we go after him.”

Isabel thought for a few minutes, torn between the fear of staying there and the fear of leaving.

"Ok. But if in three days no one comes to pick me up, I’ll tell La Quica that you threatened me and that you are going to try to catch them.”

"Deal."

You burst through the building and, at a rapid pace, headed for Messina’s office, without even stopping by your partners. They saw you that way and went after you. You knocked on the door and, without waiting for an answer, you entered. Javi and Steve walked in behind you not knowing what was going on, in a mixture of concern and curiosity.

“But what is this?” Messina asked.

"I'm sorry but it couldn't wait."

"What has happened?"

“I discovered the possible location of Pablo Escobar. The place where he has been hiding for the last month.”

“How?”, Javi asked, surrounding you and putting himself almost in front of you. You didn't even noticed him.

“And where is he?”

“First you have to promise me something. Otherwise the location stays with me forever.”

“Who do you think you are to make threats?”

“I am the person who promised the girl who gave me his location that I would keep her safe.”

“And how do you plan to do that?”

“The address will be delivered so that the satellites can confirm the veracity of the information and, when this is confirmed, the girl and her aunt will be removed from the city. Before the attack on Escobar.”

“What if I refuse?”

“Then I go back to my desk and wait for you to fire me. But you won't know where he is.”

Messina took a deep breath, anger in her eyes, but in the end she agreed. "OK. If the location is confirmed to be true, she will be removed from here.”

“She and her aunt.”

“She and her aunt,” confirmed Messina. And you took a paper folded in four from your pocket that contained a map that Isabel had drawn, remembering the paths she took until she reached Pablo Escobar's presence. Messina picked up the phone and told her secretary to call someone from the CIA to verify if the lead was true.

“Thank you.”, you said turning your back and heading to the door with Steve and Peña behind you.

“Y/N.” Messina called. You turned to look at her.

"Never put me in a situation like this again, otherwise you're the one leaving here."

“I understand.”, and you continued towards the door, leaving the office and going to sit at your desk, trying to calm the nerves that you finally felt running through your body.

“What just happened there?”, Murphy asked, Javier looking at you with a cigarette in his mouth, also waiting for an answer.

“I said I was going to do our jobs.”

“And who is this informant of yours?”

“I’ll only tell upi that when she’s safe and only if truly necessary.”

“Do you not trust us?”

“I only trust the two of you. But these walls have ears and soon Escobar would discover that he has been betrayed. And that he's about to get caught."

“Okay, but how did you find that person?, Javi continued.

“Do you see this pile of papers here beside me? I read them. You should learn to read too.”

“Are you calling us dumb?”

"Me? No. But I’m saying that you prefer to walk around with a gun in your hands pointing wherever you want than reading the files, that's the truth.”

“Okay, fair enough.” Steve said. Javi couldn't stop looking at you, admiring your perseverance and your courage. It wasn't just anyone who spoke to Messina that way. And you were willing to end your career over someone you've probably never seen before. He was scrolling through your profile when he noticed a smile forming on your lips. At least this time it was real.

“Now we have to wait to confirm if Pablo is really there.”

“Let's hope the CIA don't give us the usual shit about flying through their airspace and shit,” Javi said, taking the last drag on his cigarette.

“Let’s wait.”, you concluded. And wait is what you did. Two long days of waiting until you were called by Messina to her office. With her were two CIA agents with some satellite images in front of them, perched on the table.

“Sit down,” Messina uttered. “Here our CIA colleagues have news.”

The man closest to you began to speak while pointing to the papers in front of him.

“For the last two days we have been watching the place you provided us, trying to understand the movements and presences in the place.”

"And? What is your conclusion?”, you asked.

“Every day there are several cars arriving and departing from that place. There is a large house there surrounded by a high wall and there are at least 20 armed men inside at all times.”

“So he's there?” Steve asked.

“Everything points to it.”

“And for that very reason, tomorrow, the three of you will go to Carrillo to plan the attack and seizure of Pablo Escobar.”

The two men grinned and slammed their fists on the table, but you quickly ended the party.

“And our agreement? When are they going to get the person who gave us the information that turned out to be true out of here?”

“You can tell her that tomorrow two of our men will take her to the airport.”

"Thank you very much. I'm going there right now before I go to the Search Bloc.”

“You are dismissed,” Messina said.

The three of you got up and walked out the door. You went to Isabel and told her the good news. She hugged you crying and quickly went home to pack her things to leave that place with her aunt, without looking back. The next day they were taken to the airport.

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