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highwayorgantrade · 8 months

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Safe House

Pairing: Female Reader! X Soap

Request: Nooo

Summary: Oh no! A bunch of soldiers posted up in your farmhouse bed and breakfast?? Whatever shall you do!! Should you fuck them??

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Overstimulation, begging, volume (keep quiet), unprotected sex, cervix kissing

Author's note: Okay listen y'all I did not plan on doing this whatsoever. I was in the middle of writing a Graves thing when I got this idea and I knew I just had to get that damn little brain worm out before it ruined my life further. This is gonna be a series!!!!!

The mission had gone wrong. Oh, so horribly wrong. 141 thought they were smart by teaming up with Los Vaqueros again to take down a trafficking ring - “Positive international relations,” Price had called it. “We even got imported muscle.” He grinned, referring to the 6’10” man they had called in, after hearing of his ability to do his job and keep his mouth shut.

However, the ring had decided on the same tactic, bringing in a nearby cartel to defend their location. Quickly, way too quickly, the group was overwhelmed, frantically phoning in to Laswell for extraction.

“Don’t worry,” She sighed, after directing the seven men to a relatively safe area, the black-tinted SUV already flying gravel. “I have a friend.”

You had just so happened to be the friend. Well, the relative was more accurate, being her sister-in-law. You knew what she did for work, but you never thought she would call on you for help with it.

“Please, (Y/N), it’ll only be for a few days, I swear. A week, tops.” She called you early one November morning. “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.” And you knew she wouldn’t. The fact was simple: You had lived relatively nearby, and the bed and breakfast you operated and lived in certainly had the facilities to house eight people, and it so happened to be the off-season.

You were eager to accept, happy to help your sister, and it would be nice to have some muscle with the chores that needed done around the property. When the SUV pulled up, you quickly regretted your decision. You had expected a house full of military boys, tearing around like a pack of dogs, but out stepped six of the most attractive men you have ever seen, all completely different, but equally as handsome and rugged. Two were masked, but Christ, were they big anyway. As they loaded packs out of the van, you stepped into the grass, the cold air causing you to draw your cardigan tighter around yourself. When you approached, you kept a safe distance - partly because you didn’t know them, but also because you were afraid that if you got too close, you’d get lost in the intricacies of their faces.

“Hey!” You spoke finally, the rustling of the dying leaves nearly drowning you out. “I’m (Y/N), I hope the trip out wasn’t too awful!” You internally cringed at yourself for giving them the usual spiel you reserved for guests, but continued anyway. “Come on in, all the rooms are pretty much the same, but you can pick, so… that’s something.”

“Ay, don’t worry lass, better by miles than where we’ve been.” One of them finally spoke, casting a friendly grin your way, and you turned quickly to hide the burning on your cheeks.

You were proud of the way your property looked, hidden well off the road in a small forested area, the whole thing had kind of an eclectic feel to it, but you still felt kind of strange leading them into the common area.

“Okay!” You clasped your hands together, and tried to remember that you were only a housing opportunity - they had more important things to focus on. “Well, uh, I’ll stay out of your way as much as I can, but you might see me flitting about here and there. What’s mine is yours.” Some nodded their thanks, others were making quick work of checking their bags for God knows what, and one, the one in a skull mask, merely stared down at you, his large arms crossed on his chest.

Okay… You took that as your cue to leave, and you quickly stepped out the back door, hoping to make progress on your chores before the sun set.

The frigid air felt nearly unbearable compared to how hot you were burning in their presence - you didn’t even realize that you were slightly sweating. With a sigh, you reminded yourself of your responsibilities. Repaint the gazebo, refill and hang the bird feeders, and fix the greenery so everything is in full bloom by summer. Leaves crunched under your step as the half-painted gazebo came into view. You could hear voices coming from your house, a few with different accents, mostly British, but you could pick out a Scottish, a vaguely German, and a couple Spanish lilts. A booming laugh echoed, and you relaxed your tense shoulders at the sound.

“Don’t make me regret this, Kate.” You mumbled as you settled into the grass and popped open a paint can.

She was pretty. It was the first thing Soap had noticed. It looked like she belonged here, in the woods, with the wind blowing her hair and birds singing in her presence. No doubt she kept them well-fed. He had barely listened when she spoke - he was much too focused on how her sweater wrapped tightly around her body, or how her eyes seemed to physically sparkle with curiosity. She had said something, Soap had no idea, but he responded anyway. Something about the drive? The rooms?

“Ay, don’t worry lass, better by miles than where we’ve been.” He answered, stabbing that it was an appropriate response. The way she averted her eyes and a hint of a smile played at the edges of her lips told him that he was successful. When she turned around to lead them into the safehouse, Price gave him a nudge and shook his head ‘no.’ No fucking Kate’s pretty little sister? Might as well ask him to walk on fucking water, next.

She had promised to make herself scarce, and Soap was silently thankful. He didn’t want this woman caught up in what they were doing, and he didn’t want her to know something that could get her in trouble - Laswell would never forgive them. When she left, Alejandro was the first to speak.

“Nobody talk to me about this mission tonight.” He grumbled, and Soap recognized that as a request long ago, based on the way his jaw was clenched nearly the entire drive to the location, muttering what Soap assumed to be expletives every so often. He trudged up the stairs with his bag, Rudy trailing not far behind.

“Right, then.” Ghost spoke, rolling his shoulders and pulling out a map of the enemy facility and laying it on the wood table, and Soap nearly laughed at how out of place it looked. “If they’ve gotten support from that gang, it eliminates them from support from anyone else, and makes them a target to others, not just us.”

“We need to get to them first.” Konig’s hand landed on the map, gesturing vaguely at an entrance. “This was lightly guarded.” Soap stared at the location, before his eyes flitted out the window to see you approaching a gazebo outside, and he itched to get this out of the way.

“Aye, they might reinforce that entrance since they know it’s weak now. Leaves somewhere else open to vulnerability.” Soap strategized, his eyes lingering on how your hands ran through your hair, and JESUS, how did it still look perfect after that? A light thump on the back of his head pulled him out of his thoughts, and he looked back to see Gaz with a raised eyebrow, the corners of his mouth turning upwards.

“No-go, mate. Red zone. Laswell would have your head on a stick.”

“Might be worth it.” Ghost chimed in, following his gaze to the woman.

Price pointed a warning finger to Ghost, his face stony.

“Ghost, stop instigating. Gaz, leave Soap alone. Konig…” He took a breath, considering the man had nothing to do with their antics. “Good job. Soap, I wish I had control over who a soldier decides to sleep with, but I don’t.”

“That girl in Ibiza left a bad taste in your mouth, Cap?” Soap retorted, recalling one of his more infamous hook-ups, and Price laughed loudly.

“Lesson for the inexperienced,” Ghost turned to Konig. “Remember your date’s name or she will throw a knife at you.” Konig shook his head at this, and slung his bag over his shoulder, ready to call it a day.

“Sounds like my kind of woman.”

Soap had already tuned the ribbing out, and when Ghost packed up the plans, he was already tracing your path, walking out the back door to meet you.

A rustling of leaves caused your head to perk up, and you turned to see the one who had spoken to you earlier, a small smile on his face.

“Need any help?” He tilted his head at the gazebo. “More hands make less work ‘n all.” You looked back at your work, having made minimal progress since you began.

“Oh! Yeah, sure. If you want.” You responded, pulling the paint tray out in front of you so he could take the spare paintbrush. A moment of silence passed before he spoke again.

“I’m Johnny. Most of the guys call me Soap, though.”

Soap? The nickname seemed to come out of nowhere, and you crinkled your nose at this.

“Why do they call you that? You shower more than everyone else or something?” He laughed at this, reaching up to cover the underside of a railing in white paint, and you fought to keep your eyes from lingering on his arms.

“Good at cleaning house, love.” Soap corrected you, your lips pursing at the nickname. “How long have you had this place?”

You shrugged, simply happy that he was making conversation with you.

“Coupl’a years. Since I was twenty. Bought it as a dump and flipped it.” He makes a noise of approval and takes a deep breath.

“Your, uh, boyfriend live here with you, does he?” At this, you can’t help but allow a laugh to tear through you, both in recognition of what Soap was doing, and out of pure shock that he was doing it.

“Not sure where my boyfriend lives, I haven’t met him yet. Let me know if you find him, though, yeah?” Soap shook his head.

“I don’t think I will, but thank you for the offer.”

The back and forth with Soap left your head reeling, and you considered your options as you painted in silence. Kate would kill you if she found out, but she doesn’t need to find out. It has been terribly long since you’ve even been on a date, or even had sex for that matter, and Soap certainly isn’t the worst looking man in the world. He clearly had a great body, and you delved down the rabbit hole of how his arms would look pinning your arms above your head, his battle-worn dog tag trailing cold electricity down your chest.

A flash of yellow light pulled you out of your musings, and a firefly landed on your knee. You took a deep breath and turned to Soap, his attention garnered by your sudden movement of waving the small bug away.

“Do you wanna have a drink tonight? With me?” Your face was comically serious, and Soap let out a soft chuckle as he replaced the lid on the paint, taking the brush from your hand.

“Aye.” He stood, sighing a bit at the noise his knees made, and handed you the paint tray.

“I’ll, uh, go put this up and meet you inside.” You offered him a small smile, and his head tilted at you, trying to hide his own.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Soap had to stop himself from running back into the house. Giddiness coursed through him, and he burst through the door to see Gaz, Ghost, and Konig sat in various places around the living room, the TV tuned in to the local news.

“Get the fuck out.” He stated simply, his eyes wide and a dumb grin on his face.

“Pardon?” Ghost barely spared him a glance, and Konig automatically stood, silently confused as to where he was supposed to go. Gaz merely stared up at him.

“I said,” Soap wrapped his hand around Ghost’s bicep and pulled, forcing the man to stand, and Gaz followed. “Get the fuck out.”

“You sendin’ us to bed, then, eh?”

Soap picked up Ghost’s bag for him, and shoved it into his chest, nearly pushing the men up the stairs.

“I am.” He turned to Gaz, his mouth already open to protest, and pointed a finger in his face. “If you fuck this up for me, I will end you.”

The second the three men shut the door to their respective rooms, you stepped back into the house, locking the backdoor behind you.

I raised an eyebrow at the television, and grinned at Soap.

“Did you turn on the news?” I ask, grabbing two glasses and a bottle of wine from cabinets, pouring us both a fairly full glass.

“Yeah, it’s a new form of foreplay.” He laughed, taking a sip. “Learnin’ that we world is shite.”

“Oh, so foreplay is important to you?” And that question was your first step. He glanced at you from across the kitchen island, and you could just see the gears in his mind turning, figuring out the best way to get himself into your bed. Honestly, he could have asked to bend you dead over the kitchen counter, his large hand pulling your hair as leverage as he thrusted into you from behind.

But your imagination always runs wild.

“Mm. ‘S very important.” You cocked your head at his answer, and he shrugged. “I prefer to have a girl simply beggin’ before I even think of finishing.” He took a step around the island, not quite in front of you, but leaning on the side. You sipped your wine again, trying to cover your reaction to his answer, but there was no wine glass big enough to cover how you pressed your legs together, one hand gripping the counter with slightly more force than necessary.

“How do you do that?” It was an effort to keep your tone even , trying not to show how badly he was affecting you.

“Eh.” He set his wine glass down, finger lightly circling the base of the stem. “Usually have ‘em coming a few times before I get my own.”

Holy fuck. You needed Soap, and you needed him bad.

“Ah, so only good reviews then?” Damnit, why is your voice suddenly higher? You cleared your throat to try to get it to return to normal, and the fucking bastard smirked at you.

“So far. Tell me, love.” That damn nickname again. “When was the last time you were fucked?” You opened your mouth to answer, but it didn’t matter as Soap began talking again. “Ah, lemme revise that. When was the last time you were properly fucked? The last time someone had you cryin’, had you just stupid on their cock?”

You were buzzing, shaking slightly at Soap’s vulgar words. His accent got lower, rougher as he spoke, and you could feel your arousal tying a knot in your throat.He simply stared at you, waiting for your answer with a dumb smile on his face, like he already knew.

“Oh, no, don’t tell me…” He began, in mock sympathy. “Never?” You shook your head at him, not wanting to tell him the truth.

In all reality, you’ve never orgasmed with someone else. It was all only you, and you learned quickly not to say this, as all men would try to be the first. Then you’d end the night by lying, and they would go with their egos inflated.

You both stood, the tension in the kitchen more than you could bear, and just as you were about to dismiss yourself for the night, Soap wrapped a hand around your forearm - Not tightly enough to worry you, but just enough so you looked up at him, your faces inches from each other.

“Love, I don’t like to, uh, think I’m all that, y’know?” He cleared his throat. “But I’d like to try. Show some thanks to our host.”

In one last attempt at quieting down your own perverse thoughts, you set your wine glass down, and looked at the floor.

“Ah, you don’t need to thank me Soap.”

“I absolutely do,” He responded immediately. “I really do need to. Nothin’ better than a pretty face while I work.”

You bite the inside of your lip, considering all the ways this could go bad. Every single one was overrun with the way Soap was searching your eyes, silently pleading for you. With a purse of your lips, you poured the rest of your wine down the sink, and smiled.

“Absolutely.”

You barely got the words out before Soap wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted, slinging you over his shoulder and making his way up the stairs, searching for any room that didn’t look like it was already occupied.

“Mine’s on the other end.” You breathed in an effort not to laugh at his eagerness, and he turned on his heels toward a door that was differently painted than the rest. He placed a hand over your head, protecting you from a bump as he ducked through the doorframe, and less-than-gently set you on your bed, locking the door behind him.

When he turned, you didn’t see the sweet man offering to help you with painting, you saw a soldier. A soldier tuned into your every breath, every movement, and every thought. He kneeled in front of the bed, between your legs, and began planting lighter than air kisses on your ankle, untying your shoes and setting them to the side haphazardly.

“Red means stop.” He whispered against your skin, traveling upward to your knee. “Yellow is slow down, green is good. Repeat it.”

“Red is-“ You were cut off by your own gasp as he delivered a light bite to the inside of your thigh before kissing it again, and you could feel him smile against you. “Red is stop. Yellow is slow. Green is good.”

“And where are we now?” He breathed against the spot right where your thigh met your most sensitive area, and you felt your stomach jump.

“Green. So, so green.” A whimper escaped you, and Soap tsked, like he was about to scold you.

“Stay quiet, lass.” Teased Soap, as he slid your shorts down, along with your underwear, and he whistled lowly. “A Chriosd ann an ifrinn, seall ort, a nighean bhòidheach.” And with that, he licked one long, thick strip up your cunt, dipping down to tease your hole with his tongue. Soap was eating you out like a man starved, and you were obsessed.

Light, breathy moans left you, ever so aware of how quiet everything else was.

“Tell me what feels good, love.” He punctuated his command with a nip to your thigh, pulling your mind out of the pleasure-induced haze. His tongue traveled through your folds, eyes trained on you to see your reaction to his ministrations. Soap’s lips wrap around your clit, fingers toying with your soaking entrance, and it felt like all rational thought had left you. You didn’t care about who exactly was between your legs, nor if his team could hear your desperate mewls.

The pressure inside you was building, and your movement was strange - trying to wriggle away from the incessant barrage against your clit, and trying to grind impossibly closer to Soap’s lips, and by his huff, it was clear he had enough of that. One large arm wrapped around a thigh, his other pressing down on your abdomen, and the only noise Soap could muster was a few low groans as he continued devouring you.

The knot inside you was getting tighter and tighter, and it felt like it was going to snap any second. A split moment of panic ran through you as your back arched off the bed, Begs and cries tumbling out of your lips before you could think of them.

“Soap, please, please.” You cried, hands aching from gripping the sheets. “Please don’t stop, please…” Staying true to your direction, Soap was unrelenting against you, the combination of his sucking, biting, and licking at your clit had dizzy spots appearing in your vision. With one hard push on your abdomen, and a particularly slow drag of his tongue at your entrance, you felt that snap, and you finally understood why it was called the Little Death.

Your mind had gone completely blank, mouth open in a silent scream, and your thighs clamped around either side of Soap’s head, where he still had yet to stop drinking you. It felt like your heart had even stopped beating, until the pounding was heard in your ears. As Soap continued, you felt your body lurch upwards, fingers tangling in Soap’s hair until he finally looked up at you, his hand coming back to slide a finger into you.The sudden intrusion forced a gasp from you, and he gently kissed your thigh, where you noticed the ache that predates a bruise.

“How we doin’, love? We okay?” His voice was impossibly sweet, a complete 180 to how he just made you feel. You nodded, despite feeling like every single sense in your body had been blown out. His finger continued sliding in and out of you, your walls pulsing around him.

“Green.” You confirmed breathily, and he smiled a wolfish grin before adding a second digit into you, his pace quickening. A quick flash of aggravation and desperation coursed through you, and you knew how to get exactly what you wanted.

You looked down at him, eyebrows upturned in a pleading look, and your doe-eyes were working overtime.

“Please, Soap, just fuck me.” You said, voice higher and more gentle than you thought it would come out, and he groaned, rolling his head against your leg. His fingers took on a ‘come here’ motion, and your eyes rolled in the back of your head at the feeling.

“Ah, I know what you want. You want these…” Soap planted a kiss on your thighs, interrupting his own speech. “God, these pretty thighs pinned behind your head, taking me so well, takin’ me so good.” He looked absolutely pussydrunk, his eyes darting between your eyes and his fingers, tsking and offering a slight noise of false sympathy when a tear rolled down your cheek. Your walls pulsed around his fingers, and you could feel that fire building inside of you again. “Christ, love, you wanna come again, huh?” You nodded furiously at his question, one hand coming up to absentmindedly play with your tits. A bright look crossed Soap’s face, and while his hands continued, his mouth met your hands.

His lips wrapped around your nipple, and before you could think, he bit down - the orgasm that crashed through you was stronger than the last, and the muscles in your thighs screamed from being clenched so tightly. You felt his fingers work their way out of your pussy, hissing at the feeling of your walls clenching around nothing.

“You want me to fuck you now, pretty thing?” His face was almost smug as he climbed up on the bed, one hand going to your lower back to effortlessly raise you, and he peppered light kisses on your sweat-covered face. Of course you want him, how could you not? Your body was buzzing with the aftershocks of two orgasms, and here he was, lining himself up with you.

“God, yes, please.” You breathed, hands coming to rest on his back. Soap brought his lips down next to your ear, sending another shock straight to your core.

“Beg better.” He punctuated his command by rubbing his cock through your folds, and you twitched when the head ground against your already sensitive clit. Beg better? Fuck you, Soap.

You took his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you and, hopefully, how serious you looked.

“Fuck me, Soap. Now.”

The simple instruction was all it took for him to push inside you, and it was like it activated something in him - Soap simply could not shut up.

“Ach, mo Dhia, tha thu a 'faireachdainn cho foirfe timcheall orm. So perfect.” He planted a kiss to your temple. “So perfect, my pretty girl.”

You brought your lips up to his neck, kissing the curve where it meets his shoulder, and his babbling only continued as his cock dragged against nearly every nerve, your broken moans echoing through your room. God, his slow pace was nearly agonizing, you wanted more, you needed more. It was like Soap read your mind as he paused, hooking your knees above his shoulders, effectively pinning you into the mattress. He flashed you a wicked grin before he began his jackhammer pace, and this new position had him reaching impossibly deep inside you.

A vague, low ache began in your abdomen every time he bottomed out, his head kissing your cervix every single time. The depth combined with his pace, his groaning and endless praise in your ear - it felt like it was all culminating in a perfect storm, one that was threatening to break down every fibre of your being.

“Fuck, Soap, I’m going to-” You interrupted yourself with a low, hoarse groan, your admission only spurring him on as he replaced his hold on your knees with his hands.

“Look at me, love, I wanna see it, I wanna see you.” His stuttering hips told you he was in the same spot as you, and you both were not going to last much longer. “Come for me, pretty girl.” He growled, and that was all it took for you.

Your legs shook uncontrollably as you released around him, and your ending brought his own on. Curses left him lips as he buried himself inside you, collapsing next to you.

“Ach, come ‘ere.” He breathed, reaching his arm out to hook around your waist and pulling you to him, one leg wrapping around his waist. One hand rested on your jaw, planting kisses on your forehead, cheek, anywhere he could get access to. Your body felt numb, and you knew he stayed true to his word - you were fucked absolutely stupid. You wanted to talk, you wanted to ask where this left you? Would you ignore that this happened? Would it recur? Would he tell his team about it? You wanted to ask, and yet you didn’t - The song of crickets and his heartbeat was a lullaby, and one that you couldn’t fight.

The snare of sleep overtook you as your heart rate evened out, and only one thought was on your mind before you gave up the fight for consciousness:

You really fucking hope you don’t regret this.

#mw2 #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #call of duty fanfic #cod x reader

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holylulusworld · 3 months

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Golden Boy vs. Dirty Boy (1) - The base

Summary: You end up between two tidal waves.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x Soldier Boy

Warnings: banter, arguments, sexism, misogyny (SB), fighting, violence, talk about sex, characters death (the bad guys), mentions of decapitation

Golden Boy vs. Dirty Boy masterlist

“Did you have to break that man’s neck? You didn’t even give him the chance to fight back,” Steve complains on your way toward the next complex of the building you, Steve, and a new ally, calling himself Soldier Boy try to infiltrate.

Well, he’s not new in this world. Rather an old archenemy slash concurrent of Steve. Locked away for centuries, just like his super-soldier counterpart. Soldier Boy is a stark contrast to your ever so gentlemanly and old-fashioned Captain.

“Do I look like I give a single fuck?” Soldier Boy flashes you a smirk while insulting your Captain. “How about you give them pet names and offer tea while I rip their heads off for killing innocent people for fun?” He challenges now. “When they signed up for becoming mass-murders they knew what they were getting into.”

“Cap, he’s not wrong,” you interject, hoping you can stop them from butting heads, or worse. “We shouldn’t waste more time, though. There are only three of us, and there are hundreds of them. Backup is not available for another five hours. So, let’s get in without making too much noise, get the information, and start the countdown to destroy the base.”

“Good idea, agent Y/L/N,” Steve ignores Soldier Boy’s angry stare and pats your shoulder. “Always so reliable and loyal.”

“Sure, Captain.” You quickly reply, unsure why Steve’s eyes look a little darker. You stare at his mouth for a moment, mesmerized by the way his tongue wets his sinfully pink lips. “Anytime.”

“I bet I can make her salute even faster,” you squeak when Soldier Boy grabs a handful of your ass. Leaving you stunned and oddly aroused. He’s crass and misogynic, loud and just the right kind of wrong, “while my cock ruins her sweet ass.”

“First and final warning,” Steve raises his index finger at Soldier Boy. The thick vein in his neck bulges, and damn that man is flexing his muscles. He grimaces, and angrily glares at Soldier Boy while images of his bearded face between your thighs make your knees buckle.

“OR what?” Soldier Boy challenges. “Do you think you can stop me from ripping that cute tactical suit off of her ripe body and make her cunt my home? I don’t think so.”

“Guys.” You sigh and forget about your secret fantasies for a moment. “We don’t have time for this. If we don’t change position, we are all fucked, not only my juicy ass.”

“What?” Steve swallows thickly at your words. His concurrent whistles and makes another crude comment about your ass.

“MOVE!” You grunt and push against Steve’s back. “I don’t want to end up dead because you had to fight with him again. Shield accepted him on the team. Stop moping and start moving your asses before I slap your bum.”

“You want to slap my bum, agent?” Steve cocks a brow, looking more amused than surprised. “I’d like to see you try.”

“I’m not against a little spanking,” Soldier Boy throws in. “On both ends, sweetness. Let’s get out of here and inside my apartment. I’m gonna show you heaven.” He looks you up and down, and hums. “Or hell, if you want me to.”

“I want you to shut up and do your job,” you snap at the cocky supe. “I know you two believe we all are only foot soldiers following your lead, but this is my mission, and you will do as I say. Move soldier, now.”

Steve watches you dismantle Soldier Boy’s charm. He grins and nods in your direction. “Let’s hurry then, agent. We don’t want to ruin your mission.”

“Aw, he tries to impress you with his submissive side,” Soldier Boy cackles. “I’m not some foot soldier you can order around, sweet cheeks. After we finish this, you’ll pay for yelling at me.”

“Eat me,” you bite back. “If you are brave enough.”

You stomp off, Steve hot on your heels. Soldier Boy watches you leave. He licks his lips and cups his crotch. “Oh, I will eat you, sweetness…”

“Y/N, down!” Steve throws his shield at another enemy. He growls your name and throws himself into battle to run another attacker over. “Down, agent.”

“The fuck no!” You fire your last bullet at the next guy attacking Steve. “I’m not some damsel in distress.” You pant, and slam your fist into the last man’s face, breaking his nose. He grunts and tries to take you down.

“Hey, that’s my pound of flesh to pound,” Soldier Boy throws his shield at the man attacking you. He decapitates his head, laughing as you shriek and ungracefully jump backward. You land on your ass, crawling away as the head rolls toward you.

“What did I say about killing people?” Steve grunts while you try to not look at the head, and the dead man’s eyes staring back at you.

“I had to save our damsel in distress.” Soldier Boy shrugs. He picks up his shield, cleaning it on the recently deceased man's jacket. “Now, back to the mission. I want to get out of this suit and inside a warm cunt.”

“Gross,” Steve holds out his hand to help you up while your other team member is busy looking inside the cabinets at the laboratory you successfully infiltrated.

“You’re jealous, that’s all,” Soldier Boy opens another cabinet. “I can fuck whoever I want without ruining my reputation.”

“Shut up!” You grunt. “You almost killed me with that fucking shield!”

“You’re alive, and still got your tongue to talk back,” he shrugs. “What do we have here?” Grabbing a vial he smirks. “Do you think this is a drug? Maybe kinky shit helping you get the stick out of your ass, Cappy?”

“Don’t touch shit at the lab!” You try to stop Soldier Boy from doing something stupid. Again. It’s not the first time he got you into trouble.

“DON’T!” Steve screams as Soldier Boy carelessly drops the vial to the ground. “You idiot! NO!”

“Steve, what’s wrong?”

“He just killed us all,” Steve runs toward the broken vial to read the broken seal. “No, it’s even worse.”

“What can be worse than getting killed?” You huff.

“He doomed us to do the unspeakable,” the captain replies.

“Damn, I’m jazzed,” Soldier Boy claps his hands and grins at Steve. “What will we do?”

“Fuck.” Steve replies.

“Yeah, well we got that we are fucked, Steve,” you pat Steve’s shoulder. “But what was in the vial, and what will happen?”

“WE WILL FUCK. Anything and anyone coming to our path until it’s out of our system, Y/N. And if you don’t step away, I’ll go for you first,” Steve turns back around. His eyes are dilated, and he salivates as his eyes roam your body. “Get away from me. Now.”

“Fuck? OH!” Soldier Boy grins. “We will fuck!” He snickers. “Let’s do this then. I can’t wait to get my dick inside of you and ruin your holes.”

“Guys, that’s not funny,” you giggle, but press your legs together. “We should call for help. Right?”

Soldier Boy looks at Steve and then at you. He doesn't feel the influence yet but is more than happy to have the chance to get his hands on you and Steve.

“So, who wants to get dicked down first?”

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I'M A RUIN �� Soldier Boy/Ben (Part VII)

Series summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 3.2k.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Warnings on this chapter: sexual tension, suggestive stuff.

Notes: bonding chapter of this slow burn aaaa thanks again for reading :D

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Part VII: No More Doubts

When you left the motel early after a quick and dull breakfast, Ben was a pain in the ass as he kept asking question after question on the road. You knew he could just leave you alone but it wasn’t really something you’d like him to do. He was a fugitive, so were you. Soldier Boy knew better than that and he only had to stay by your side as much as he hated the idea. The only thing you could truly answer was that you were driving to a safer place. At least you were hoping it was. When you pulled the car after driving hours between the grove, Soldier Boy was waking up from his nap. You thanked heaven for that.

“We’re here,” you announced, turning off the engine.

Ben stirred on his seat, taking in the view of the house and nature and got out of your car, following you to the front door. He couldn’t help but to look around in somewhat awe. It was a large cottage-style house decorated with earth tones, great walls and columns. The place was surrounded by countless trees, making the weather bearable and somewhat nice due to the hidden location. The leaves climbed on some of the windows and the plants and flowers rested on the ground perfectly neat. He assumed you came here often. But it wasn’t really the place you used to come by and sleep every single day. It was too far away from the facility. As you unlocked the door, Ben followed inside, not without taking a last glance at your surroundings. No homes were near, nothing was to be seen. Only you and him inside this big fucking house.

The indoors were no different from the impression he got first. The decoration, the expensive sofa where you threw the sports bag, and the paintings and pots all over the place were saying you were rich. Of course, a fucking rich whore you were, he thought to himself. And he wondered where your real place was located.

“So, I’m gonna show you a guest room and then around, please don’t screw my house,” you said, giving him the sports bag.

“Got something to drink?” he asked, a smirk plastering on his face as he stepped closer to where you were standing.

“Water I do.”

Ben chuckled for a bit, eyes not leaving your face. “You’re so fucking boring, you know?”

“Yeah, well, alcohol is not really an important supply. Just follow me and maybe I’ll get you some later,” you said, turning around to get to the stairs.

You knew he did as you asked when his big steps echoed around the place. Once you were on the second floor, you motioned him to the next room a couple of feet away from yours and gave him directions about the bathroom and the manners. If he was going to be in your place, then he had to behave.

“I told you already, I’m not a fucking animal,” he complained after hearing your orders.

“Sure,” you dragged the word, eyes narrowed. “Because last night you were so civilized in the bathroom.”

He scoffed and then chuckled. “Did I get too loud?”

“You fucking tell me,” you replied with a much annoying smile on your face to match his own.

“Could’ve joined me. We’re not patient and doctor anymore,”

“No.”

Just as the last word fell off your lips, your phone rang. Quickly you took the call, realizing it was Grace. You left Soldier Boy in his room and walked down the stairs a little too fast.

“You made it?” she asked on the other line.

“Yeah, arrived just minutes ago,” you answered, checking the stairs in case he followed. “Where are you, Grace?”

“That doesn’t matter. I have something for you.”

“Okay, tell me.”

“I will text you an address and an hour. Today. Don’t miss it.”

Your phone buzzed, announcing the information had arrived.

“I won’t.”

“I’ll keep calling through different phone numbers. Do what you have to do to complete the cure,” she said, like if she knew what was happening between both now.

Soldier Boy was unbearable but you had to keep him on track. Luckily, you were back home again and you’ll be working on the Anti V soon, praying the last bits of information and results of the last test were there for some reason.

“I’m doing my best,” you sighed.

Grace hummed.

“Good.”

“Any updates so far?”

Ben’s smooth voice woke you up from your daydreaming while you sat together in the dining room.

You had been able to make something quick for lunch after Grace called and you found yourself all jittery and tense, hoping Soldier Boy wouldn’t notice. But he did sense something different from you. So he kept insisting on what was going on.

“I don’t know,” you whispered, taking the last sip of water from your glass. You avoided his eyes, looking away.

He rolled his eyes and narrowed at you. “Has your office contacted you?”

You shook your head.

“So they’re dead,” he said. Not asking, but affirming it.

A heavy sigh left your lips, your eyes going back to his harsh ones. “Leaving was the best.”

“Who’s that you keep in touch with?”

“What?”

Ben groaned slightly before snapping back with a low voice. “C’mon, Y/N. You called yesterday on the road, and now you receive a call. Who the fuck is it?”

His question is not just an inquiry anymore. He’s demanding to know. But you also know he hated Grace Mallory for putting him to sleep again, confined to a chamber where he’d be a trophy for the government to do whatever they wanted, how they wanted. Until you appeared, offering him empty words. Just like everyone.

“My superior.”

Your answer hit him like a truck. He knew it was Grace, but he didn’t like hearing it from you.

The truth was, Ben didn’t like you… Not that much. Sometimes he did, sometimes he didn’t. Sometimes he wanted to kill you, sometimes the small common sense he still had on his head would say you’d be better alive. He had been thinking of going away, but not he didn’t really want to. He knew you had been working with Grace, he was no idiot. So maybe staying close should get him even closer to Homelander and Vought. He also thought of Ryan back in the cell you had put him in. He was so damn afraid Ryan would become like his father. And since the brat has been protected before by many people, finding would not be easy. That’s where your contacts and network would be a help to him. He was hoping to find something at your place to find them and the information he craved.

“Right,” he said, alarmingly calm and quiet. He took the last bite of pasta on the plate and swallowed down in silence under your gaze. You didn’t know what else to say.

“So, these powers of yours,” he continued, drinking the last sip of juice. “How’d you get them?”

“Why do you want to know?”

He shrugged. “I mean, they’re pretty fucking useless against me,” his words made you chuckle. Of course you knew that. “But I’m just wondering if you’d be with them.”

Your face turned back to a somber demeanor. “The Seven?”

He gave you a nod.

“Well, it’s not like all supes dream of that,” you uttered. “I just wanted to be normal.”

Ben raised a brow at your sudden confession. “Someone exploded everyone’s heads at the CIA. Sorry to say, sweetheart, but you suck at being normal.”

“Yeah, details I have to work with.”

“I take it you never went to them,” he continued and saw confusion on your face. “Vought.”

The word made you shudder for a slight moment, and you quickly tried to collect yourself to avoid him noticing.

“No, I never did.”

He scrutinized your eyes, hearing the poor increase of your heartbeats. They were enough to tell him something was wrong. But he decided to play along, so he nodded and gave you a rather compassionate look.

“Must be thankful they didn’t fuck up your life then.”

He had no idea.

You had parked the car outside an abandoned gas station; it was one of the nearest grocery stores to your home years ago. The now wasteland was almost two hours away, with a gas station around ten miles elsewhere. You had been waiting for Grace outside the car, leaning against the hood. Bored, you checked your phone again. When you arrived it was already past three o’clock. When twenty minutes went by, you wanted so badly to drive and get inside the next store you see and buy yourself food and supplies enough to survive a week or two with the idiotic supe now staying at your home. Grace said would be calling through a different phone but you received no calls so far. You’ve been waiting for more than an hour and the drive home wasn’t going to be shorter. Suddenly another car came into sight, pulling over near yours. Two men came out of it.

“Doctor Y/N?”

The stranger with the unknown voice and a weird accent caught your attention. Soon, you found the two tall men standing in front of you in the parking lot.

“We’re here on behalf of Grace Mallory,” the man continued.

He wore a long dark trench coat, looking rough and intimidating. The total opposite to the younger one, who gave you a kind smile once your eyes settled on him.

“How-”

“We have something for you,” the younger man continued. “I’m Hughie. Hughie Campbell,” he introduced himself, giving you a hand and fixing the backpack on his shoulder with the other one. You took it after a moment of hesitation. “He’s Billy Butcher, we’ve worked with Grace before.”

You nodded. “I thought she was the one coming.”

“She’s not in shape for that,” Billy answered. He realized your face changed at his words and quickly explained himself. “Vought’s cunts are looking for her, not safe.”

“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath. “Great, awesome. So what do you have for me?”

“We, uhm, we made it to your facility and thought these could do some help,” Hughie took out a pouch and gave it to you.

With trembling hands you opened the pouch and sighed in relief. Five test tubes of the Anti V prototype were laid there. “You found them.”

“And we found a little bit more,” Butcher continued. “Victoria Neuman exploded the heads of your employees back there. We believe Vought had been sneaking and getting spies for themselves.”

“Victoria is a supe,” you voiced out. “A supe is running for vice president…”

“Yeah, long story,” Hughie commented. “She’s obviously linked with Homelander and Vought. Everyone was dead when we arrived; lab assistants, guards, agents, the supes… We believe her mission was to just let you and Soldier Boy out, besides stealing information about the cure you’re working on. Probably to give it to Vought.”

“Anything weird happen there before the attack?” Billy asked, not giving you time to swallow Hughie’s words.

“Uhm, yeah. Actually my lab assistant… She tried to warn me and, well, she was crying and asking me to leave. I didn’t know why until her head just- you know…”

You choked a little with your words. The picture of her body and the last seconds of her life were all you got. Everything was equally horrible that day.

“I’m sorry,” Hughie whispered.

“It’s fine,” you cleared your throat. “And I assume you didn’t find anything else? Information? Files?”

“Computers were destroyed. No files. No info. Nothing,” Butcher answered. “Grace says you’re the leader of the project. You have copies, right?”

“Why everybody keeps fucking asking me that? Of course I do!” you almost yelled, eyes full of rage staring at him.

“Easy there, doc,” Butcher lifted up his hands in surrender. “We just wanna get rid of those cunt supes as much as you want. Nothing wrong to make sure.”

“Well, I do have them,” you replied with a cocky smile. “Thank you very much for your concern, Adele.”

Butcher rolled his eyes, sharing a look with Hughie before switching his attention back to you.

“Yeah, sure you do, luv.”

It was already seven o’clock when you arrived home with supplies and food. Ben, as usually, acted like a fucking caveman claiming he was hungry and you had to act like the housewife, serving him a fucking hamburger and a glass of wine. That was the only liquor you bought. Despite his complaints, his hunger was greater and he devoured the greasy food with no table manners at all.

“You could chew your food like a fucking human being, you know,” you said, eating the last french fries you had.

He turned his eyes to your face, pointing with his finger. “You were gone for like five hours.”

“So? There’s fruit in the fridge.”

Ben narrowed his gaze, like if he had been offended.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know how to serve something for yourself,” you teased. He didn’t say a word, and you giggled. “That’s fucking pathetic.”

He leaned towards the dining table, eyes locked on yours. “No, you just don’t know your fucking place, woman.”

“I just saved your life, Ben. At least say thanks,” you beamed, having too much fun by seeing him upset for mundane things.

“No, you didn’t.”

You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your wine. “Fine. I didn’t. Let’s go past this and start over. If you’re gonna live here, for now, then you’ll have to learn how to respect me.”

His brows raised. “I thought I already did.”

“Offering yourself to fuck me in a cheap motel is not respectful, Soldier Boy.”

“Well, I didn’t try anything, did I?” Ben finished his sentence at the same time he finished his dinner.

He waited for a smart comeback from you but it never came. He wiped his mouth with a napkin and a stupid grin appeared on his lips. “Unless you want to.”

“No, we’ve been through it. My answer is still no.”

“Then, mind to fucking tell me if you found something by now?”

He changed the topic swiftly. His playful demeanor switched immediately and you sighed, knowing he might have to hear anything to keep him down.

“You’re in danger.”

“I’m the strongest supe ever, that doesn’t make any damn sense,” Ben scoffed.

“Listen, we need to hide from Vought. Hide and not leave a trace, because now I’m involved with you and they’re absolutely looking for your ass,” you gave him a stern look as you went on. “If I fall, you go with me. And if you fall, then I don’t know if they’d still want me. But you’ll be fucked anyway.”

Ben nodded. In his mind, it didn’t sound like a bad plan. In the end, that’s what he wanted; to get closer to Vought and Homelander to get over with them. The world didn’t deserve those fuckers. And as much as Homelander was created with his own DNA, he knew better than to let a scum like him walk around the planet. You already gave him something, a clue. He had to play along for now. If they took you in first, then he might probably bargain to be him instead. It was only fair. He was the one that mattered anyway.

“Okay, I get it. I’ll stay here. But I don’t want those fucking therapies anymore,” he expressed, his gaze not moving away from the surprised look on your face. “Understand?”

You blinked a couple of times, shifting on your seat and chuckling under your breath. “It’s fine, believe me. I can’t stand you more than you do.”

Ben held your gaze, daring you to try something else. Instead, you smiled and got up and took your empty dishes to the sink. His eyes followed your moves, focusing on your small shorts and the softness of your legs. And you knew he was definitely checking you out when you talked.

“By the way, you’ll have to help me wash the dishes.”

He stood up, plates on his hands and walked behind your figure, putting them on the sink as you opened the faucet. His arms surrounded you once he did so and you flinched a bit. Ben smirked, feeling the reaction of your body trapped against his.

“Get away,” you ordered in a whisper, unable to move.

“I’m helping you, Y/N,” he breathed your name against your neck, his hand wrapping on yours gripping on the edge of the sink.

The only sound now was his hot breath on your skin and the water flowing. You quickly turned the faucet off, but you didn’t try to push him away.

It was the second time during the day he had said your name, ever. And you wouldn’t deny it sounded fucking delightful. He had only addressed you as his ‘doctor’, but now it was different. Though, you didn’t want to give into him. He was a huge douchebag and you were basically forced to spend time with him, in your home, without really wanting him there. You felt his lips ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck, and the primal part of you yearned for his touch, but the rational one won over and you freed yourself from his arms.

“Stop doing that,” you warned once you were face to face. His eyes were dark already and had a sparkle you knew too much since the day before.

“Alright,” he nodded.

“Just- let’s just wash these. I want to sleep.”

With a tired sigh, you walked down the basement. It was already midnight and Ben was locked inside his room, probably jerking off or something since you, once again, rejected him in your kitchen. Inside the dark room, you found the metal door that let you inside the bunker and unlocked it with the code. When you stepped in, you made sure to turn on the power and lights that illuminated the room and the small lab in the back. The computers started to run and you sat down on the main monitor, leaving the pouch with the Anti V tubes on the side of the desk.

Yeah, you might have told Butcher and Grace you had copies of every detail of the project. But you were afraid of the last stuff you discovered just before the attack. You knew well how the information was protected and encrypted, but it didn’t really assure you the profile of Solaris would be there. He was the first and last supe who had his powers off for a couple of hours at least and the feeling of losing it all had been eating you the last few hours after meeting with Grace’s messengers.

It took you a while to decrypt the system, something you had been already used to doing every time you got there to keep working on it, just to make sure no one would steal it. Hopefully, Vought hadn’t discovered it before destroying the facilities, you thought. And after a while, you found the last updates of the last test your team ran. Solaris profile and test was there. Not just in written letters, but the footage of the test and the exact formula that was used too. Now, you were so lucky.

“Well, thank you, Bianca. Wherever you are,” you whispered to yourself and took a tube from the pouch the men gave you earlier. You had a busy night ahead.

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The Boys (Soldier Boy x Supe!Female!Reader)

Chapter 3: Barbary Coast

Chapter 1/ Next Chapter

(A/N: Smut incoming)

Flashback

Ben and I were sitting in his living room, enjoying some drinks. It had been almost ten years since I got the divorce from Adam and it’s been the best feeling I’ve felt in a long time. After the confrontation between Ben and Adam, it did take a couple of days before Ben talked to me again and he told me what happened before Adam ambushed him.

When he told me what his father said to him, it made me feel bad for him and we had some drinks and talked for sometime after that. Ever since that day, we basically became friends as well as being teammates.

After Adam and I got a divorce, I hadn’t really been with any man. Maybe a couple or three, and they were just normal men I met from some annual dinners Vought would host. There are still some people that think Ben and I were a couple but we said no, that the kiss we had when we got back from war was just a caught up in the moment type of kiss.

But it didn’t stop me from having this attraction to Ben. There have been times where I’ve wanted to tell him but he would always have these beautiful woman just hanging onto him and he would go home with them.

“You should've gone to the theater with me. That film was fantastic.” I tell Ben. “Well, why don’t you tell me about it?” He asked me with a smile and I chuckle. “I don’t want to ruin the film for you. You should go see it. It was pretty suspenseful and James Stewart was amazing!” I said. “Well, of course, it’s James Fuckin’ Stewart! And Alfred Hitchcock is a fuckin’ fantastic director.” Ben said and I laugh a little.

”Maybe some other time.” Ben said and I shake my head and take a drink of the whiskey. “So, I was wondering…” Ben said and I lower my glass to look at him. “You doing anything this weekend?” He asked me. I think for a moment then shake my head. “I don’t believe so…” I said.

”Well, you know, Herogasm is this weekend and I thought maybe…” Ben said and I roll my eyes at this. Couple years ago Ben and this other hero, Liberty, created this event for other Supes to get together and just have a big sex party, either they sleep with each other or these sex workers. Ever since then, Ben has been trying to get me to go but I decline.

”Ben, how many times do I have to tell you, that is not my kind of thing.” I said. “Oh c’mon! I think you’ll have a great time. I mean, when was the last time you’ve fucked a man?” Ben asked me. “Uh…about a few months ago, when Vought had that dinner trying to get sponsors again. There was a man in a nice suit that caught my eye…” I said and start to smile to myself as I see Ben giving me this look that I could’ve sworn was jealousy.

”Really? Nice suit?” He asked. “What can I say? I have a thing for a man in a suit.” I said, giving a flirty smile towards him as I take a sip of my drink again. “Man in a suit? Duly noted.” Ben said as he takes another sip of his drink. I giggled as I shake my head and sip on my whiskey again. “What else are you interested in a man?” Ben asked me and I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Why do you ask?” I asked him. “Just indulge me for a bit.” He said and I rolled my eyes and start to think. “I’m gonna sound like any girl out there but I’d like a man that is kind, caring, can make me laugh, strong and I would say make me feel safe but I can already do that…” I said then I hold up my free hand and made a small shield appear on my hand then disappeared. “He also needs strong broad shoulders.” I said, in a joking manner, and Ben scoffs out a laugh.

“Seriously, Ben, why are you asking me this? You trying to get an idea on how to impress someone?” I asked him. “You could say that.” Ben said and he roams his eyes over me and I start to feel my face heat up. Could he be talking about me? But he couldn’t be, he is Soldier Boy! America’s Son! He could have any woman he wants, hell I’ve seen him take two or three beautiful women home with him.

“See, there is this woman that I’ve been interested in ever since I laid my eyes on her. Unfortunately, she was already taken. But her marriage was falling apart and I felt sorry for her as she seemed very upset with what her bastard of a husband did to her.” He said and I let out a small gasp as he starts scoot closer to me on the couch. “Then we started to work together and I started to like her more and more.”

He then got right next to me as he gives me this look I’ve never seen a man give to me, not even my ex-husband gave to me. My heart raced as I stare into his green eyes and he continues. “And thanks to me, she was able to get away from her husband and we kept working together. I’ve been wanting to make a move on her but I knew that it was too soon. So I would get with other women but this particular woman is the only one on my mind.” Ben said and I couldn’t help but feel excited at his confession.

”Well, maybe this woman can’t stop thinking about you too.” I said as I scoot a little closer. “Really? You think so?” He asked me and I smiled at him. We were now sitting shoulder to shoulder when I leaned into him and kissed him.

This kiss was just as amazing as the one he gave me when we returned from the war. But this time I didn’t have anything holding me back and I wanted more of it, more of him.

I feel his tongue running along my bottom lip, begging for entrance, and I opened my mouth to let him explore. I moaned as the kiss got more heated and intense. Ben breaks the kiss and I actually let out a whimper as his lips left mine, I slowly open my eyes and he smiles. “So needy.” He said in a low voice which made me shudder.

Then he grabs my waist and pulls me to his lap, having me straddle him. I go and kiss him again and he places a hand on the back of my head to hold me in place and his other hand was on my back until he lowered it to my ass.

I placed one of my hand on his neck and the other hand was buried into Ben’s hair. We continue to make-out and I start to move my hips against him, earning a grunt from him and I feel something growing underneath me. "You're driving me crazy, sweetheart.” He mutters once he pulls back and I smirk. "Likewise." I whispered then he goes to attack my neck and goes to remove my blouse.

I let out a moan and move my hips faster against him as he bites my neck then runs his tongue over the spot he bit. He groans as he starts to run his lips down my chest then he grabs my hips, stopping me. “Why don’t we take this to the bedroom?” He asked me and I smiled.

Next thing I knew, we entered his bedroom and we started to make-out again, running our hands all over each other as well as removing each other’s clothing. Once our clothes were removed, I couldn’t help but admire Ben’s body, it was like he was perfectly sculpted by God himself. Strong toned chest, broad shoulders, perfectly sculpted abs…I just couldn’t help but stare at him.

Then I noticed that he had his eyes roaming down my body and I felt a bit bashful as I lower my head down and started to cross my arms. “Don’t.” He said and I look up at him as he places his hands on my shoulders. “You have an amazing body, don’t hide it from me.” He tells me and I smiled, feeling a bit confident.

He pulls me to his chest and leans down to kiss me, passionately. He places a hand behind my head and buries his fingers in my hair then starts to kiss my neck, I lean my head back and close my eyes as I enjoy the feeling of his lips. My right hand goes up into his short hair and my left arm was around his shoulder, I then leave a trail of kisses on his shoulder then to his neck for a moment before I lean up to his ear and, gently, bite it.

He growls and pulls back to look at me, his eyes darken with lust, then he pushes me back towards his bed and I fall back on the bed. He gets on top of me then opens my legs wider as he starts to settle himself in between them. My breathing gets heavy and I let out a small whimper as I feel him rubbing the tip of his cock against my entrance.

”Ben…” I whispered and he looks me in the eyes. “You sure you want this?” He asked me and I nodded. “Yes, please, I need you.” I plead, softly, and he smiles. “If that’s what my girl wants…” Ben said then he sheaths himself in me with just one powerful thrust.

I let out a loud scream that quickly changes to a pleasurable moan once he started moving his hips, slamming into me over and over again. Just from the feeling, I could tell he was much bigger than any man I had been with. And I just knew from this moment, other men were ruined for me because I knew there was no other men that could compete with Ben.

“God, you feel so good.” Ben moans in my ear as he continues with his thrusts, making me moan. My eyes were closed but I could feel them rolling back as he continued slamming himself into me. Then I feel his lips on mine and he kisses me, hungrily, while I dig my nails in his back and leave my own mark on him as I run my nails down his back.

About a half an hour later, both Ben and I were laying on our backs on the bed, Ben had lit up a cigarette and takes in a puff of smoke before slowly letting it out through his mouth then passes the cigarette to me and I take in a drag of the lite cigarette.

“I gotta admit, sweetheart, that was better than I could ever imagine.” Ben said as I blow out the smoke. I giggled as I hand back the cigarette to him. “Really?” I asked as he takes another drag then blows it out. “Yeah. Actually, I’ll say probably the best sex I’ve ever had.” Ben said and I turn on my side to look at him.

”Seriously? After all the women you’ve had, including people you’ve had during Herogasm?” I asked him and he gives me that damn cheeky smile. “Well, most of the women I’ve been with weren’t Supes themselves. And I had to kinda hold back, sure it still felt good but it wasn’t completely satisfying. But with you…” Ben said then he whistles. “I’m starting to take back what I said that you should go to Herogasm. I wanna keep you all to myself.” He said and I smiled as he reaches over to his bedside and stamps the cigarette out on the ashtray.

”Well, that’s a relief.” I said as I bring my right arm under me, helping me rise up as I look down at him. “Because after that, I don’t think I could go back to any man, Supe or not.” I said then I climb on top of him. “Whoa!” He said, surprised, but he had this excited gleam in his eyes.

I run my hands over his chest and I start to slowly move my hips against his. He hissed and groaned at this as he grabs my breasts, squeezing them, and I let out a small moan at this. “Already up for more?” He asked then lets out a groan as I rub my entrance against his growing erection. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet, Soldier Boy.” I said, in a sultry voice, and he gives me a lustful look. “I was actually thinking the same thing, sweetheart.” He growls and I smile, lean down and capture his lips in mine.

And for the rest of the night, we had gone a few more rounds after that and I’m gonna be truthful, we weren’t exactly quiet. I’m sure that night, everyone in Vought Tower could hear us and I did not care if they did.

Present Day

I wake up from my sleep and just lay in bed for a moment before getting up and get ready for the day. After getting showered and dressed, I go over to the jewelry box on my dresser and found a silver chain necklace that had a beautiful white pearl as the pendant.

I smile at it as it was one of the gifts Ben gave me. We had broken up for the first time after being together for about six or seven years and almost a year later, he came back to me and presented me with this gift as his way to say sorry. Which I did accept as I did miss our times together. After that we were together for a few more years before we broke up again. And so on and so forth.

The reason we kept breaking up was because of how Ben would treat me like a child during our missions, like I didn’t know what I was doing. I was so sick of it that I had to break it off with him and just step back from our relationship. But Ben would always find ways to get me to come back, which it honestly didn’t take much as I still loved him.

He never did anything malicious to me and never was abusive towards me, it was just sometimes we drove each other crazy to the point we needed a break from one another. And once we realized other people didn’t satisfy us, we always got back together.

I shake my head, pulling myself out of my thoughts in the past when I look at my watch and realized I was running a little late for work. “Shit!” I grumbled as I put the necklace on, put my shoes on then head out of the house.

Later, I was walking around the aisle of the bookstore and placed the new books that got shipped in on the shelves. Yeah, I know, working at a bookstore is a far cry from being a Supe but it is very relaxing and quiet…just how I like it.

Just then, I hear footsteps coming up next to me and I hear a voice behind me. “Excuse me…” a male voice said and I turn to him to see a man about in his forties standing behind me. “Yes, sir, how can I help you?” I asked and I noticed his eyes had widen and a look of recognition flashed on his face.

”Wait! Aren’t you Mystic Shade?” He asked me and I bite the inside of my cheek at this. “I was…” I muttered and the man smiled. “Oh, man, I-I-I hope I don’t sound too crazy but…I use to have a massive crush on you when I was younger.” He said and I give a small smile at this. “It’s alright, I get that a lot. But I am flattered.” I said, nicely, and the man smiles.

”Um, can I get a picture?” He asked me and it was like old instincts kicked in and I nodded. “Yeah, sure, anything for a fan.” I replied, instinctively, which was weird as I haven’t been ask for a picture in years. But I guess old habits die hard.

The guy smiles and pulls out his phone as I start to stand up straight. Then the man places his left arm around my shoulder and I place my right hand on his back as he holds up his phone with his right hand and angles it to get both of us in the camera.

We smiled and he takes the picture then he pulls away from me. “Perfect! Thank you, Mystic! I honestly was afraid the rumors about you were true.” He said and I furrowed my brow. “Rumors?” I asked. “Oh, there’s been a rumor going around saying you’re dead.” He said and I shake my head. “Nope, just retired.” I said. “I had a feeling what with what happened to Soldier Boy…” the man said and my smile falters as I look down.

”Oh, shit! I’m sorry…” he stammers and I shake my head. “It’s okay…” I said and the man bites his lips, embarrassed. “I’m, I’m sorry, what was your name, sir?” I asked him. “Jimmy.” He replied. “Well, Jimmy, I appreciate this visit and talk but…I have to get back to work.” I said and he nods.

”Oh, yeah, I was gonna ask where you keep the fantasy books.” Jimmy asked me. “Oh, yeah, it’s down the hall and to the left.” I instructed and he nods. “Thanks!” He said and he goes down the hall and even though I always hated taking pictures, bringing a smile to that guy made me feel a little better.

I sigh, happily, and get back to work.

*3rd Person POV*

“Neuman's head of the bureau because I said so. I tried to save her from the attack on Congress that she fսcking caused.” Mallory tells Butcher, Hughie and M.M. after they arrived at her hideout home. “Well, at least you didn't spend the last year getting her oat milk lattes and every piece of intel she asked for.” Hughie said to her and Mallory stares at him.

”I would very much like to know the plan to eliminate her.” She said to the men. “Well, that depends on what you can tell us about your little holiday down in Nicaragua.” Butcher said. “I've never been to Nicaragua.” Mallory said after a moment of silence. “Really? 'Cause a little birdie told me you were Payback's case officer down there, on a classified job that Soldier Boy never come back from.” Butcher said and Mallory scoffs then turns her back to the men as she looks out the window.

“Colonel?” M.M. asked her then she turns to the men. “Whatever it is William thinks he may have heard, he's mistaken.” Mallory said and she turns away from them and looks out her window. “Is he?” Butcher asked her but she doesn’t answer. “You know that safe you got in your home office? The one behind the picture of Bush number one? Well, I borrowed a ledger from it, the one with all your assets around the world. How long do you think them and their families will last when I put every one of their fսcking names on Facebook?” Butcher asked her, threateningly.

”You'd sign the death warrants of dozens of innocent people who had nothing to do with this?” Mallory asked. “I'm embarrassed for the both of us that you're asking.” Butcher growls. “Nicaragua's ancient history. Not to mention I could be killed just for telling you.” Mallory said. “And all your agents will get killed if you don't. Blimey. What a pickle.” said Butcher and Mallory glares at him before she lets out a sigh.

”It was part of Operation Charly.” Mallory said and Hughie furrows his brow while M.M. and Butcher share a look. “Operation...Charly?” He asked, confused. “Reagan's pet project, off the books. Help the Contra rebels fight the Russian-backed Sandinistas, but we needed a way to pay for it. Some of the cash came from selling arms to Iran, Oliver North's epic fսck up. But the rest? If there's one thing that the Contras had plenty of, it was cоcɑіnе. I was in charge of trafficking the coke into the U.S. and then using the profits to buy more weapons. In the fight against the Reds, whatever it took.” Mallory explains.

“That's some self-justifying bullshit. Were you part of that other thing, too?” M.M. asked her. “What other thing?” Hughie asked him. ”She knows.” M.M. replied then looks at Mallory. “Tell him.”

”The unwritten policy was to sell the cоcɑіnе strictly to minority neighborhoods. Destabilize, demoralize, while staying out of white ones. Late in '84, we were gearing up for a major offensive, so the higher-ups, in their infinite wisdom, decided it was the perfect time to throw a wrench in the works.” Mallory explains, an annoyed tone in her voice.

Flashback

Malloy was in her tent when she hears cheering outside. She runs outside to see the team Payback had arrived. Swatto, Crimson Countess, Mindstorm, Black Noir and The TNT Twins were all posing and showing off in front of people. Mallory was beyond pissed to seeing this then she noticed Mystic Shade, who was in a dark blue body suit, with matching boots, a chest armor and wrist gauntlets and a short cape draped over her shoulder and a dark blue eye mask, standing off to the side with her arms crossed as she watches her teammates act like fools. Then Mallory sees Soldier Boy holding a rocket launcher and Gunpowder was behind him, holding the end of the launcher.

“What do you say, Gunpowder? Give them the Fourth of July?” Soldier Boy asked and the soldiers begin to cheer. “Let's light them up, Soldier Boy.” Gunpowder said, excitedly.

“Please put that down.” Mallory demanded him and Soldier Boy looks at her then smiles. “Ah, well, didn't realize they made case officers as pretty as you. We're just having some fun.” Soldier Boy said. “Our munitions dump is in that direction. You're about to blow up half the camp. Put it down.” Mallory demanded and Soldier Boy pushes the launcher off of his shoulder, Gunpowder catches it, as Soldier Boy saunters over to Mallory. “I do like the assertive type. You know, with a figure like yours, you are wasted down here.” Soldier Boy flirts as he walks up to Mallory, who didn’t look at all impressed.

Mystic Shade was watching Soldier Boy, rolling her eyes at him, while Crimson Countess looks over at her with a gloating smile. “My humblest apologies.” A voice said behind Mallory and she turns to see a young black man. “I'm sure this is...disorienting. Let's start over. Officer Grace Mallory, isn't it? Stanford Edgar. I'm an associate with Vought American.” Edgar introduced.

”Do you want to explain what the fսck this freak show's all about?” Mallory asked him, angrily, as she walks past him and he follows him. “Vought American has entered into a partnership with the U.S. government in the global war against communism. Payback will embed themselves and fight alongside the Contra rebels. Think of it as a trial run.” Edgar said to her as they walk off. “A trial run for what?” Mallory asked. “Superheroes in the military, of course. For the first time in over 30 years. Just imagine how dominant we'd be.” Edgar said as they hear buzzing above them.

Mallory looks up and sees Swatto flying around. “Jesus Christ. Get down!” Mallory shouts and Swatto lands. “What's the problem?” He asked and Mallory furrows her brow in anger. “The...problem is that the enemy might spot a fսcking flying man above the tree line and find our position.” Mallory shouts. “She's right, Swatto. No flights without Officer Mallory's clearance.” Edgar said, calmly, and Swatto walks away and Mallory turns, sharply, to Edgar.

”Is this a joke? Supes aren't soldiers. They're undisciplined dip shits. Untrained and untested. They do not belong in a war zone. They belong on That's Incredible!” Mallory argues with Edgar. “Tell that to Soldier Boy and Mystic Shade. They are living, breathing American heroes.” Edgar said and Mallory huffs at this. “I'm not allowing this.” She growls but then Edgar holds out an envelope to her. “I'm sure Director Casey will address any concerns you may have.” He said as Mallory takes the envelope.

”Oh, and, uh, we need a couple of your men to fetch water for our tents. Thank you so much.” He calls out and Mallory sighs in frustration.

Afterwhile, Mallory was walking around the camp and see the other heroes all just relaxing like they were on vacation. Mallory scoffs but then sees Mystic Shade actually looking like she was working as she uses her telekinetic power to throw knives at a board some feet away from her.

The knife hit the middle of the board and Mallory was surprised then looks over at Mystic Shade, who looked over at her. Mallory gave her an approval nod and Mystic Shade smiled as she goes back to throwing knives at the board and Mallory walks away from her.

”I do love a working girl.” Soldier Boy said as he comes up to Mystic Shade once Mallory left. “Really? Thought you said you like the assertive type.” Mystic Shade said, in a bit of a sassy voice, as she looks over at her boyfriend. “Oh, c’mon, sweetheart, you know I wasn’t serious about that, right?” He asked her as he walks up to her.

Mystic Shade plays with her knife before she looks back at him. “Oh, I know. Because if you take it further than harmless flirting…” she said then she, quickly, turns to Soldier Boy and placed the tip of her knife under his chin. “…then I’ll turn you from a rooster to a hen in one quick motion.” She threatens with a smirk and Soldier Boy grins at her.

”See? This is why you’re my favorite girl. Hard working, assertive and sexy as hell.” He said as he gives her serious bedroom eyes. Her smile widens and she moves the knife away from him and puts the knives away in a box. He then comes up behind her and places his hands on her hips and pulls her to him.

”I love you, you know that, right?” He asked her and she turns in his arms. “I love you too.” she said as she places her hands on his chest then she leans up and the two share a kiss. “I just can’t wait to get this shit done and get back home.” Mystic Shade said once they break the kiss and Soldier Boy leans his forehead against hers. “I just don’t understand why it couldn’t just be us dealing with this.” She continued.

”Cause we’re a team…” Soldier Boy said and Mystic Shade scoffs. “Please, you know as well as I do that these fuckers don’t know their ass from a hole in the ground.” Mystic Shade said as she gestures to Countess, the Twins, Swatto and Mindstorm. Soldier Boy chuckles and nods a little. “Can’t argue with that. But you know how Vought is.” Soldier Boy said and Mystic Shade sighs.

”But I do agree about wanting to go back home. Mainly, you and me have a special day coming.” He said and she turns to look at him, confused. “What are you talking about?” She asked. “Well, it’s about to be the anniversary of the day we met.” He said and she chuckles. “And they say you’re a cocky asshole. I should go and tell the news stations that you’re just a big old softie.” She teased. “Hey, you’re the only one that gets to see this side of me.” He said. “Oh? And what about Crimson? Or those other girls when you and I were on our many breaks?” Mystic asked him and he shakes his head.

”Only you.” He said and she gives a smile at this then she leans up and kisses him. She pulls back, smiles at him again then goes over to the box that held the knives. “I’m gonna put these away and maybe help these guys out some since these lazy ass fuckers won’t.” She said as she nods towards the team. “Okay, I’ll talk with you later.” Soldier Boy said and Mystic Shade winks at him then walks away and his eyes roams her body as she walks off.

He lets out a heavy sigh then digs in one of his belt pockets and pulls out a small ring. He still was in shock that he was seriously thinking of asking Mystic Shade to marry him but the thought of her being his wife and having kids with her kept growing and growing. He was still trying to figure out how he’d do it, he just knew he wanted to do it on the anniversary of their first meeting. He puts away the ring and goes off to look around.

“Claudio. Mets don't stand a chance in hell this year.” Mallory calls out to one of her men as they walk past each other. “Señorita, fսck the Yankees.” Claudio said and they laugh as Mallory continues walking off until she gets to an area that had a stone wall around it and hears voices. She stops and hides as she hears two men talking.

“Will the others go along?” Edgar asked Black Noir, who has his mask removed. “Everyone but Gunpowder and Mystic Shade.” Noir tells him. “Good luck, Earving.” Edgar said as he eats on his bag of peanuts. “Can you please stop eating those in front of me. I'm allergic.” Noir pleads to him and Edgar stares at him before he puts another peanut in his mouth and Noir sighs. “I have to ask, why couldn’t they also take…” Noir started to ask but Edgar speaks over him.

”I know what you’re going to ask and I’ll say they wanted her as well but we think she is an important asset to Vought.” Edgar said and Noir sighs again. “So, listen, if I'm gonna take a more central role on the team, then I want to lose the mask.” Noir said. “Silent ninjas score extremely high with boys seven to ten years old. The mask lends a certain mystique.” Edgar tells him.

”Well, fսck mystique. People don't even know it's me under this thing. I got to wear it just to get a cab.” Noir argued. “Payback is the country's premier superhero team. The whole country. Sadly, a Black member's still a nonstarter below the Mason-Dixon.” Edgar informs. “Well, I could be bigger than that. I could be Eddie Murphy.” Noir said as Edgar crunches on his peanuts again the Noir looks over at his mask then shakes his head.

“I'm not wearing the mask.” Noir said, firmly. “Your choice. Though, once you're farmed out to Minneapolis-St. Paul, you'll want the mask simply for...warmth.” Edgar said and Noir just glares at him while Mallory, quietly, walks away.

“You should smile more.” A voice said to her and she turns to see Soldier Boy leaning against the stone fence with a smile. “I bet it's a beautiful smile.” He compliments as he walks up to her. “Okay, look, as an ambassador from Planet Actual Woman, I just...I got to tell you, I know that you think these lines work, but...” Mallory said until Soldier speaks over her. “Oh, they do. Just ask Loni Anderson.” He said, with a cocky smile.

”They don't, and they never have.” Mallory sneered and Soldier Boy rolls his eyes. “The women are either humoring you, or they're scared of you, but none of them like you.” Mallory said and Soldier Boy was taken aback by this, his lips quivered for a second, before he feels a bit offended and angry. “You know, if you were a little nicer, maybe you'd find a man, instead of out here playing Captain Lesbo.” Soldier Boy spat at her and Mallory rolls her eyes and then walks off.

Mystic Shade was walking around the grounds, keeping track of the team until she noticed that Swatto was nowhere to be found. “Has anyone seen Swatto?” She asked around just as Soldier Boy comes up to her. “Hey, have you…” She asked but he grabs her arm and takes her over to a private area. “Ben? What are you doing?” She asked him, confused, as he takes her over behind a large military truck.

“Ben?” She asked as Soldier Boy pushed her up against the truck. He bores his eyes into her but she noticed that he had this look like he wanted to say something but didn’t know what to say. “What’s wrong?” She asked him and he sighs. “You’re not afraid of me, are you?” He asked her and she gives him a confused look. “What? No, why the hell would you think…” Mystic started to said but stops when she started to realize something.

”Oh, did your new girlfriend say something to you?” She asked, a bit teasingly. He stares at her and was about to say something until they heard an explosion nearby. They jumped, slightly, then they run out and see some of Mallory’s men shooting and fighting at some Russian soldiers. Mystic and Solider Boy get determined face and Mystic turns to him. “We’ll talk about this later.” She said and he nods then she places a hand on his cheek, leans up and kisses his lips. Once they break the kiss, he smirks a little before they head off to fight.

Turns out that Swatto went flying again and the Russians had found their location and launched their attack with their special forces. All of Mallory’s men went to fight and some of the members of Payback tried to fight back.

Crimson, at one point, issues her powers on a couple of men and exploded them. Those are my men!” Mallory shouts at her and Crimson looks at her, confused, then runs off. Gunfire continues and Mallory ducks down then runs off and fires at some of the Russian soldiers. She ducks down as Edgar and a few other men run then Noir comes up and slices at the Russian soldiers.

Mallory then runs over behind a truck as Swatto runs past her. “Fuck, fսck, fսck!” Swatto exclaimed, panicking, then he flies up in the air but a missile fires and hits him, killing Swatto.

Mallory turns around and sees a man getting thrown out of a small shed and she raised her gun, only to see Soldier Boy fighting off a couple of soldiers on his own. Then another Russian soldier tried to sneak up on Soldier Boy but Mallory shoots him. Soldier Boy turns around and sees her then gestures a thank you to her then uppercuts a man with his shield, making the Russian soldier fly into the air then falls and gets impaled on a pole some hundred yards away.

Soldier Boy runs off and Mallory turns another way just as four Russian soldiers come upon her. She goes to raise her gun but then four knives fly through the back of their heads. The fall to their knees then their side and Mallory sees Mystic Shade was standing behind them. She smiles and gives a two finger salute to Mallory before she heads into another direction, the knives flying over to her and hover over her shoulder as she runs.

Then Mallory hears a Gatling gun and she looks over to see Gunpowder at the gun and he kept shooting at people. “Oh, yeah!” Gunpowder said, excitedly, as he kills the Russians and some of Mallory’s men. “Gunpowder! Will you please fսcking stop?” Thomas, one of the TNT Twins, shouts as he, Mindstorm and Tessa cowered behind Gunpowder

Mallory runs but then missiles were fired and she dodges them as best as she could until one hit very close to her and the blast hurls her in the air and she hits one of the stone building and gets knocked out.

Eventually, Mallory wakes up and hears fire crackling, smoke billowing around her. She gets up and saw that it looked like slaughter house. She starts to walk around, shell shocked, when she heard someone cough then grunting and gasping.

She follows the noise and sees it is Black Noir, with a long, deep gash on the top of his head. Mallory looked at this horrified, then she goes to stand in front of him and saw that half of his face was burnt. He looks up at her then he goes to reach for his helmet then he grunts at Mallory as she turns away when she hears a woman crying.

Off to the side, she sees Tessa was crying as she leans against a wall while her brother tends to her wound. Mindstorm was helping Gunpowder to sit up and give him some water as Crimson Countess comes up to Mallory, crying. “Oh, God. They killed Soldier Boy.” She cries and Mallory furrows her brow, confused.

”What? Who?” She asked. “The Russians. They had some kind of gun or-or weapon or something.” Crimson cries. “That's impossible.” Mallory said, disbelieving. “No! We saw it. We saw it. They took his body.” Crimson cries and she points up just as they hear helicopter blades.

Mallory turns around and sees a helicopter fly off then she turns to Crimson. “Where’s Mystic Shade?” She asked. Before Crimson could reply, Thomas shouts. “Here! Got her!”

They all look and see Thomas and Mindstorm carrying Mystic Shade, Thomas had his hands under arms and Mindstorm was carrying her feet. Then they set her down on the ground as she groans. Mallory noticed that she had a gash on her forehead but not as deep as Noir’s wound.

”Oh, Misty! Are you okay?” Crimson asked as she kneels next to Mystic Shade, who slowly opens her eyes. “Wh-W-What h-h-happen…?” Mystic Shade groans out. “What do you remember?” Thomas asked her and Mystic places her hand over her face. “I-I remember…fighting some…soldiers with…” she stops then she goes to sit up but everyone tells her to take it easy.

”Where’s Ben? Is he okay?” She asked, worriedly. The others give a look then back at Mystic. “He’s gone, Misty. The Russians killed him.” Crimson said and Mystic’s eyes widen at this, then she shakes her head. “No…No! You’re lying!” She shouts and she looks around at everyone, who all looked sullen.

Mystic Shade looks down then she hyperventilates as she felt her heart break into a million pieces. She places her hands over her face then begins to cry and Gunpowder comes up to her and hugs her as does Crimson, who also cries with Mystic Shade.

Present Day

“I lost 116 men. And Vought got full immunity. That was the day I decided to make them pay.” Mallory tells the boys. “Well, ain't that a wonderful story. Tell me, Grace, where did the Ivans take this...Supe Gun?” Butcher asked her as she turns to look at her. “The trail went cold behind the iron curtain. It's the truth. My reach only goes so far.” Mallory said.

”You knew what Soldier Boy did to my family, but you didn't think I needed to know the truth?” M.M. asked her, with a growl. “It wasn't that simple.” Mallory said but M.M. wasn’t buying it while Butcher stands up, an angry look on his face.

”Marvin, Hugh, give us the room.” Mallory asked them and Butcher turns to them and nods at them, then they leave. Butcher looks over at Mallory and walks up to her. “You came to me after Becca disappeared and promised me Homelander's head. And all this time, you knew there was something that could do the job, and you never said a fսcking word.” Butcher growls at her, angrily. “Whatever this weapon is, it probably won't work on Homelander.” Mallory said.

”And what if it does?” Butcher asked. “Even worse. Because it wouldn't end with him. You'd go after another Supe, then another, then all of them.” Mallory said. “If you'd have told me about this sooner, Homelander might already be dead. Ryan wouldn't be running from one safe house to the next, wondering when his nutter dad's gonna drop out of the sky. And Becca...Becca might still be alive. And for that...I'll never fսcking forgive you.” Butcher yells then he starts to walk away.

”This was never about Ryan or Becca. It was always selfish. Always and only for you. For the hate inside that you want to let loose on the world.” Mallory said and Butcher stops and turns to her. “I thought maybe you changed, but I was wrong. You are your father. Always have been.” Mallory said, her voice shaking, then Butcher walks off and outside.

”What happened?” Hughie asked Butcher as he walks out. “We're off.” Butcher said as he walks to his car and Ryan runs to him. “Butcher, wait up. Where-where are you going?” Ryan asked him. “The city.” Butcher said. “When will I see you again?” Ryan asked him. “You won't. Ain't safe for you.” Butcher said but then Ryan gets in front of him and stops him.

”Wait! What are you talking about?” Ryan asked him. “I got to go.” Butcher said but Ryan grabs his arm. “Ryan, let go.” Butcher growls. “No. You said you'd always watch out for me. You promised!” Ryan exclaims. “Ryan, let go.” Butcher demanded. “I won't let you!” Ryan shouts, upset. “Well, maybe I don't want to look at you. After what you done to my Becca. Did you ever think about that?” Butcher asked and Ryan lets go of his arm and stares at him, shocked and hurt.

His eyes turn red and his breathing trembles, everyone watches in fear as does Mallory. Then his eyes go back to normal and he digs into his shirt and pulls off the necklace Butcher gave him, which was from Becca. Then Ryan tosses it down in the ground, glaring at Butcher. “I hate you.” He growls as he continues to glare at Butcher and he runs off back to the house and slams the door behind him.

Butcher looks down, feeling a little guilty, then turns as Mallory shakes her head and scoffs then heads inside after Ryan.

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missbluesunflowersstuff · 6 months

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Some Jason Todd headcanon

I have some headcanon between Jason and the bat siblings . Please respect

Jason has a soft pot for Steph. Why? Well just like him, she was a girl who had hope for Batman, but then Bruce managed to ruin that. Jason knows that feeling, so if she needs it he will help her, no matter where or what it is, he will help her (Jason and Steph are similar in ways no one is ready to talk about yet)

He and Duke are the street smarth in house, they use this to their advantage to annoy the other brothers, especially Dick (Dick is also a street smart because the circus, but jason claims that Dick spent so much time with Bruce and heroes that he lost it)

He favorite brother is Dick, he'll never admit it, but it's Dick (and Damian too)

In the past, when he was Robin, he saw Dick arguing a lot with Bruce (Dick was rarely at the mansion, but when he was present he was yelling at Bruce) and now Jason gives Dick all the credit for it

He also recognizes Dick's efforts "to fix" their relationship and even though he doesn't admit it he appreciates it

Jason don't dislike Damian, he thinks the boy is a little annoy sometimes but in the end he also cares for this boy even with all the shit, think about that older brother who says "Look we gonna in the same school, just don't talk to me, ok? I don't want my friends see me with you" ">tt< I didn't even think about talking to you"

(Jason joined with Bruce to bring Damian back when the boy died, Jason really cares for this little one)

Deep down, Jason feels a strange urge to protect the little robin, as if he was programmed to do so, but he tries with all his might to ignore this order. Jason doesn't understand where this desire comes from and he's sure Damian knows the answer, but Jason never asks because something tells him he won't like the answer

He barely remembers all the details of his league days, plus the training part, but faces and names are all a blur to him

Jason can speak Arabic and Chinese fluent (because league time)

Jason and Damian (in the past) would sometimes fake an argument in Arabic on the main com channel just to annoy Bruce and the others, they weren't even really fighting, just randomly shouting things in Arabic to annoy the others

they rarely do this now, as Jason is under the impression that Dick and Tim know enough Arabic to understand what they are saying

His relationship with Tim is ok now, Jason notices Tim's admiring look at him, but doesn't verbalize anything about it. Nowadays Jason is more angry with Bruce than anything, he understands that the Robins are nothing more than Batman's soldiers and no matter what Bruce says, Jason doesn't believe otherwise

and, just as he would do for others, he would help Tim at any time possible if the boy asked

Jason understands the bad things he did in the past, he knows who he hurt and how he did it, he has some regrets but not for everything, some people really deserver it

Since returning to Gotham, Jason has punched several police officers, why? the pigs were talking nonsense about his brothers. A police officer threatened to arrest Duke? The police car is burning now. Did a cop talk shit about Cassandra? Someone wakes up in the hospital emergency room with no teeth and broken bones. Did a police officer say something racist about Robin's accent? bitch you're dead. A police officer made a joke about Red Robin being in the pride parade? Pig down

police officers in Gotham are not trustworthy, only those who work with Jim Gordon and Jim Gordon himself

It's funny that all the evidence you could have against Jason magically disappears. Jason knows this isn't Bruce's job, Jason can see Batman's disappointed face on him when these incidents happen, but Jason can also see Dick stepping between the two of them, smiling as always and claiming nothing happened

usually Jason doesn't like being in Dick's shadow, but sometimes it's nice to know that Dick still sees him as a little brother

Some batkid headcanon: Damian || Duke || Cassandra || Stephanie || Tim || Jason || Dick

#jason todd #dc comics #batfamily #damian wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #batfam #bruce wayne #batman family #batfam headcanons #batfamily headcanons #duke thomas #stephanie brown #cassandra cain

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charred-angelwings · 2 years

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JENSEN HOW DARE

#jensen ackles #soldier boy #the boys season 3 #season 3 is gonna ruin me #soldier boy is gonna ruin me #i literally CANNOT HANDLE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥#I. AM. SPIRALINGGG 🥴😭🥵🤩😩🔥

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sageteapost · 1 year

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hello!

May I request that you do a cloud strife x reader where the reader uses duel blades? These blades actually have short range and long range attacks and ( with enough force) can propel the reader forward? I would like them to meet in the scene where Jessie is seeing Biggs and wedge on bikes, but they see an extra bike and that’s the readers? The whole scene plays out and the reader is super badass, pulling enemy’s back with their duel blades and throwing them into a wall. Then after, they talk a bit and find out that they are a SOLDIER aswell..? IDK if this could be written so I’m sorry I’m advance if it can’t so feel free to tell me if you can’t!

| Cloud Strife & A Dual Blade User Reader |

[ Cloud Strife x GN! Reader ]

TW & CW + Tags: Violence (not super detailed). Mentions of firearms and blades. Reader is a SOLDIER as well. [No relationship mentioned. GN! Reader.]

Summary: A small fic of Cloud Strife meeting the reader who uses duel blades and eventually finds out that they are also a SOLDIER as well.

[(A/N): Hey there anon! My apologies for the late reply to your request. Not gonna lie, the reader gives off a bit of Ignis Scientia from Final Fantasy XV! I was in a mood to write a small fic for this one. I'm not sure if you wanted a fic request, if not let me know! As always, enjoy!]

"Looks like we got more company!" cries Jessie, Shinra infantrymen catching up close behind the others. The smell of rubber creating friction on the road was strong, and the roar of the motorcycle echos throughout the tunnel. "Quit moving around, or you'll fall off the bike," Cloud says while maintaining full attention on the lit road ahead of him.

"Hey Cloud! Take care of them, will ya?!" Biggs yells as Wedge holds onto Biggs for dear life. "We cannot let them ruin the mission!" Cloud hums in acknowledgement, making a cue for Jessie to take over driving the bike. She responds swiftly, and Cloud makes a leap onto onto one of the infantry's bikes and quickly taking him out.

"You!! Avalanche scum!" shouts an infantrymen, moving his bike closer towards Cloud so he can strike.

"Not so fast!"

A sharp object swiftly flys into the back of the man, earning a shout of pain from him and losing control of his bike.

Cloud makes a face of confusion for a moment, but before he could do anything he hears a motorbike pull up from behind, breaking him from his thoughts. "You guys abandoned me back at the meeting place! I was looking for y'all everywhere!"

Cloud turns to his left, and he sees you. As you're fighting one last infantrymen with your blades, your (H/C) hair lights up from the bright overhead lights in the tunnel, your mako green eyes are as sharp as a hawk, and he notices the daggers on your side as you slam the infantrymen hard into the wall.

The biggest thing he notices instantly however, is your outfit. A SOLDIER uniform, actually.

"Sorry (Y/N)! I thought you were right behind us the whole time," Jessie says with a sheepish laugh. "Glad you caught up with us! You would have missed out on our SOLDIER boy there! He's badass, don't you think?"

You turn your head slightly towards Cloud, making eye contact with his mako green eyes. Cracking a small smile, you reply, "Oh no, I saw. He's pretty good!"

Cloud quickly shifts his eyes back to the road. "C'mon. We're almost at the end of the tunnel."

"Right. Let's get a move on!" Jessie shouts out with pure energy.

...

Mission success! Now it was time to get the hell out of there and go home. Before you could drive off on your bike, Cloud stops you.

"Nice job back there."

You look at him in confusion, before replying with a smile. "Thanks, just what I do. I could say the same thing about you too." Cloud hums quietly, before asking, "...You're a SOLDIER, aren't you?"

Your smile drops just a tad bit and your eyes drift away from his. "That obvious, huh?"

"It's the uniform. And the trademark mako eyes."

"Right. Figured you should have known, since you are one too."

"Ex-SOLDIER. I'm just a mercenary now. I quit a long time ago."

You chuckle lightly, the cool night breeze of Midgar brushes away a strand of your hair. You look up towards a mako reactor, its bright light beaming up into the night sky. "It's getting late. We should go home," you say.

"Right," Cloud adds moving away from your bike and hopping on to his own and starting the engine.

"Wait," hearing your voice and looks up. "I never got your name. Who knows? We might meet again someday."

Cloud stays quiet for a moment. Only the sound of the humming engine fills the brief silence between the two of you. And with that, he finally replies.

"...Cloud. Cloud Strife."

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winchester-girl67 · 1 year

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Imagine… Stealing Candles For Dean’s Birthday Pie

Pairing: Dean x Sister!reader (platonic)

Square: Impala @supernatural-jackles

Word Count: 895

Warnings: theft, implied arrest, a little angst, Dean being adorkable, fluff!

A/N: Happy Birthday, Dean! This is just random fluff. Also written for @supernatural-jackles’ Tell Me a Story bingo. Enjoy!

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"I don't wanna talk about it, Dean." You mumbled as you joined him in the Impala.

You could feel your big brother's eyes boring into you and you huffed out a breath as you buckled up your seat belt. Getting picked up from the police station for shoplifting and having to call Dean to bail you out was the complete opposite of what you were planning for tonight.

It was supposed to be a surprise and a nice one.

Dean started the engine so the heat blasted in your face and you could hear the lego pieces, that the three of you shoved through the vents when you were younger, rattling in the wind that warmed your cheeks. There was snow falling heavily on the windshield and the thick silence was cut by the wipers sliding over the glass every few seconds. While you just sat there, in the parking lot, until Dean was calm enough to speak.

"Dammit, Y/N," he growled and hit the steering wheel with an open palm, "What the hell were you thinking?!"

You shrugged and sniffled from the brief walk to the car in the cold. The snowflakes in your hair melted and wet the strands so some straggly hairs stuck to your cheeks.

It was Dean’s birthday and Sam was counting on you to get the candles for the pie he was attempting to make in the motel microwave.

You hung your head and gripped the excess jean material on your thighs, the jeans didn’t fit well, they were Dean’s hand-me-downs. You often got his clothes before Sam since girls matured and grew faster than boys. Then your jeans went to Sam when you grew out of them so you couldn’t cut them to length and instead rolled up each leg so that a heavy cuff sat on top of each boot. Snow always got into the top of the cuff this time of year and soaked through the layers, especially when the heat in the car started to melt it. The tips of your fingers grew numb with the longer and tighter you held the fabric between them.

If only your father let you run a credit card scam of your own, except he said there was no point because Dean had one and anything you needed you could ask him for. And you were underage so you'd need a fake ID too and the only one of those you had were school IDs. Nobody would believe you were over eighteen anyways. You just turned thirteen, only a year older than little Sammy, and you looked it.

"It's your birthday," you muttered and side-eyed your brother. "I couldn't afford the stupid candles."

His expression softened, "You could've asked me. That’s what I’m here for.”

You shrugged, "Would've ruined the surprise."

"Y/N, do you really think I had no idea what you and Sam have been planning for the past week? Subtly is not your strong suit, kiddo.” He chuckled.

"I'm sorry." You shrugged and kicked your boots together, trying to knock off the snow that hadn’t melted into your pant cuffs yet.

"It's okay,” Dean said and reached over to tousle up your hair.

You whined and shoved away his arm. Dean laughed at the frown you wore as you fixed your hair.

“Are you gonna tell dad?” You asked, nervously gripping your jeans again and chewing on your bottom lip.

You’d seen the amount of trouble Dean had gotten into with John growing up and you didn’t want any of it. You didn’t have the strength Dean had when it came to standing up to him. Except Dean never talked back, he just took all of his soldier up crap and kept going. You didn’t know how he did it.

He was different when your father was gone, he was lighter and way more fun. He’d joke around and let you get away with almost anything so long as you flashed him a smile. All Dean ever wanted was for you and Sammy to be happy and when you were, so was he.

“Hmmm,” he pretended to think about it as he made you sweat, “Nah, it can be our little secret.” You matched his smirk. “But the next time you kick off your boots in my car, you get last dibs on the shower for a week.”

“Ew, gross!” You scrunched up your face and pouted. Your brothers always made a mess of the motel bathroom with wet towels thrown everywhere, toothpaste and hair in the sink, not to mention the misadventures of aiming at the toilet. How hard was it really?! Not to mention the amount of times you’d fallen in because they couldn’t grasp the concept of putting the seat back down. “But-“

Dean cut you off talking to the Impala and patting the dash, “Sh-sh… It’s okay, Baby, she didn’t mean it.”

“Are you done, dork?” You tried to hide your amusement and raised your eyebrows at him.

He snorted and nodded as he shifted the car into drive, “Mhm.”

“Happy Birthday, Dean.” You said, unbuckling your seat belt and sliding across the bench seat to give him a hug when he stopped at the light. “…You know, I love you. Right?”

“I know,” Dean sighed into your hair and hugged you back even as the light turned green. “Love you, too, kiddo.”

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crazyk-imagine · 10 months

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Wade Wants to Reminisce

Pairing: James “Bucky” Buchanon Barnes x Plus size!Super!reader, Wade “Deadpool” Wilson x Super!reader (platonic) Characters: Plus size!Super!reader, Wade “Deadpool” Wilson, James “Bucky” Buchanon Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark Warnings: Wade things, the avengers coming to save the reader, Bucky and the reader share a past, Nat and Wade are trying to get their friends laid, this is totally not inspired by a bunch of Bucky and Soldier Boy fics I read all weekend (don’t judge me), the deadpool gif is literally the reader and wade, this 100% does not make sense, I was bored and wanted some deadpool content, I also may have gone down a Bucky rabbit hole and here we are Word Count: 971

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He wouldn't tell you anything about his plans [I didn't want my plans to get ruined]

He'd make sure nothing bad would happen to you (nothing too major at least) [I wouldn't let them murder you or charge you with a B and E, chill]

Reenactment flashback

You were fine until he set off an alarm [I didn't do that. It was Fabio. *Wade points to the intern*

The poor guy starts shaking-

The real reenactment

"Wade," you pinch the bridge of your nose. "Did we break into a building we shouldn't have?"

"Yo soy no hablo Español."

"You're hablo-ing Español right now!"

"Fine! You caught me. I'm trying to help you suppress your kitty urges."

"Wade!"

"What?" He shrugs, eating a chimichango. "You kept whining to me how lonely you are and I know there's a lot of- ow, hot." He licks his fingers before trying to hold his chimichanga. "What was I saying? Oh right, there's a lot of fine men here for you to pounce on."

"I'm going to kill you."

"You know you can't. I'm just doing my friendly duty."

"You're a problem for society."

"That hurts." He places his hand over his heart.

"I hope it fucking does you crackwhore."

"Woah," he raises his hands. "There's no need to bring Blind AL into this."

"We both know it's you I'm talking about."

"Uh- hey," Tony waves his hands. "I don't mean to interrupt whatever the hell this is but you two just broke into the Avenger headquarters so we're gonna need to detain you for a couple of hours."

"Detain him." You point to Wade before raising your hands up in defense. "I had nothing to do with this."

"You bitch," he replies, extending the words.

"Slut."

"Whore."

"Old avocado."

"Dick sucker."

"At least my partner is satisfied."

He gasps, placing a hand over his chest. "What'd she tell you?"

"Nothing I didn't already know."

"Doll?"

You spin around with furrowed brows and then your jaw drops. "James?"

"Wait- you two know each other?!" Tony and Steve shout.

"She's your coffee date?" Natasha asks him with her hands on her hips.

"You've been getting laid and I didn't know?"

You pinch the bridge of your nose again. "I'm going to kill you. I swear on all that is holy Wade. I'm going to grab that hammer and smash you with it."

"That's not the kind of hammering I planned on doing today."

You purse your lips and pounce.

James stepped closer to you just in time. "Hey, hey. Calm down."

"Not until he's mush."

"Doll."

"But-"

"No."

"Bucky," you whine. "Just a little?"

"Not a chance."

"Would you two mind explaining how you met?" Natasha asks.

"Coffee shop."

Sam walks into the room, taking a second to see what's going on and then he sees you. "Oh, hey."

You turn and smile at him. "Sammy."

"Why does he get such a nice greeting?" Wade whines.

"He's not you."

"I take major offense to that."

"You should."

"Rude."

"I'm still stuck on the fact that Tinman went to a coffee shop and got a date. He doesn't even like coffee," Tony complains.

"I like a certain type of coffee."

"From a cute girl?"

"No."

"Yes. Man, you thought she was cute and bought her coffee," Sam rats James out.

You spin around in his arms. "You did?"

Usually he likes to think of himself as someone who doesn't get embarrassed but right now, he's plotting ways to get back at Sam. He doesn't look up at you. "Uh- I- I did."

"Well aren't you sweet," you smile up at him.

"I need to call Vanessa."

The smile is wiped from your face. "Go home, Wade!"

"But then I wouldn't get some memories I can play on repeat with my unicorn or Vanessa later."

"For fucks sake- Wade, get back here."

James lifts you over his shoulder and walks towards his room, locking the door behind him. "This makes things a lot easier." He sets you down.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I planned on calling you and asking if you wanted to go out."

"If I say yes," you trace shapes on his chest, before staring at him through your lashes. "Can we stay here for the rest of the day?"

"If I say yes, will you stop using those eyes on me? You're killing me, doll. You know I'd say yes without that look."

You smile up at him and practically bounce as you walk away and aim for his bed.

A voice can be heard through the airvents. "So, does this mean you'd rather get ducked down than hangout with me?"

"100%"

"Cool. Just checking. Text me the details. I want to know how big."

"Wade!"

"I'm curious to see if he's a queen or a king."

"Liar."

"You've caught me but I already know."

"Go home."

"Bye kids. Use protection, unless you're into that." [And you all know what I'm talking about. Don't act like your Tumblr isn't full of those fics. Yes, I know about them too. Who do you think will write some about me?]

Wade closes the laptop he stole (from you) and sighs. “This was nice.”

You throw your boyfriend's alarm clock at him.

“Ow!”

“Go home, Wade. We’re trying to sleep.”

“Doll, what’s tumblr?”

“Wade you’re dead!”

Wade’s screaming alerts the rest of the compound.

“Why is your friend screaming?” Steve asks you.

“He taught James something he shouldn’t have, and he knows it. GET BACK HERE, WILSON!”

“Never!”

“I hope you’re proud,” Natasha pats James’ back.

“Why are you saying it like that?”

“Your girlfriend brought home a parasite.”

“It could be worse.”

“It could be worse!?” Sam screeches.

“It could be so much worse, Sammy.”

“That’s my nickname for him. You don’t get to steal it.”

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reds-skull · 3 months

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BLOOD||HUNGER

[PREV PART] [AO3]

Y'know how I said I'm not gonna post every day... Okay look I'm just enjoying myself and I'm on break so I got time to write. Sue me.

This chapter is called "The Ruin". Enjoy!

Page 5 of the “Blooede Starvatfōre-dēde”, parable 2:

A blind man finds upon his path, a thing of uncertain birth, He whispers words of guilt, gait unsure around the being, A story of war falls from his lips, a tale well known, The beastly soul bows in assent, warmed only by gore, The man asks of the Beast, will you let me pass, The path clears, but a voice requests, Will you, O fallen knight, Will you let a monster trail?

The last time Soap was under a CO, the man spat in his face that he’s never going to amount to anything, not with his “attitude”. The one before it made him clean the latrines for three months, not that he stayed long enough to finish that sentence.

Ghost was… surprisingly different. His orders were clean cut, but Soap found them completely logical. And when he didn’t…

“We can’t go that way, the roundabout is full of equipment. Soldiers are constantly circling it.” Soap muttered next to Ghost. The SAS operator looked back at him. The skull mask adorning his face was cracked from untold battles long past, the sharp edges catching the low neon light from a nearby street sign.

Soap is sure if he saw that jumping at him from the shadows, he would scream like a wee girl. As it stands, the mask only makes him think of shirts edgy teenage boys would find on a sale at TK Maxx.

“How do you know?” the masked man questions.

Soap pulls a small bag from the rucksack he nabbed two days earlier, “managed to swipe some black powder from there when they weren’t lookin’.”

Ghost hums, “know how to use it?”

“Was a demolition expert, before…” Soap trails off, shoving the bag back into the side pocket, “we can go through the southern side, near the church. Think they’ve already combed that area.”

“Copy, lead the way Sergeant.”

Soap takes them through the winding alleys, hearing nothing behind, but knowing Ghost follows. For a man his size, he’s unnervingly dead silent.

“Where was yer exfil point set?” he starts. They would need to double time it, if it was back north…

Ghost is cryptid with his answers, as always, “we’ll have to set a new one.”

Soap frowns. “So our goal is just to put distance between us an’ the hostiles?”

“Affirmative. You got intel on their location?”

They enter an abandoned grocery store (as all stores in this area are), and Soap makes a detour at the cleaning aisle, looking for bleach and other solutions he could use for crafting. “I was ‘ere two days ago, dinnea where they are now…” he grins brightly when he finds a nice big bottle of bleach. With the vinegar he already has, he could create a good amount of chlorine gas. Pour it into a bottle and chuck it at hostiles, and they got a distraction should they need it.

“Stay focused, then.” Ghost murmurs, snapping Soap out of thought. He’s not used to having someone next to him, even before everything went to shit…

The church comes into view when they exit the store. Ghost stops to stare at it, and Soap takes the moment to inspect the Lieutenant further. Black gear over black clothes, no markings of country, unit, even blood type. Soap feels like there’s a lot more about this botched mission that Ghost isn’t telling him.

Not that the spooky bastard tells him much of anything.

“Could use the tower to scope the area. I see a line up there we can zip line down from.” Ghost eventually rumbles.

“Sounds good, LT.” Soap responds, catching his slip belatedly. Internally, he muses, ‘ye can take the man out of the military…’

Ghost’s head snaps around to glare at him, and Soap can see his mouth open under the balaclava, before he turns around to stomp to the church tower, leaving Soap to jog to catch up.

The church looks ransacked, in a way that makes Soap’s gut churn. He’s not religious, not since he enlisted, but the way the soldiers destroyed everything without disregard…

It’s a view that haunts him throughout the city. How they don’t care that anyone lived here before.

Children laughed, babes were born, old men reminisced over long gone memories, girls played together. People lived and died here, this was their world.

And the Hunter’s soldiers crushed it all under their boot, spat on the graves of their ancestors and severed the ties.

Soap feels the anger building within him once more. His fuel for the firepower he throws at the hostiles. At first, he wanted to know why more than anything. But it doesn’t matter anymore.

Nothing can justify this.

He stares at Ghost’s wide back as they climb up the stairs to the tower, wondering what the operator thinks of all this. If he too feels his heart clench at the thoughts of senseless violence. Or if he doesn’t care, if the mission is the one and only important thing on his mind.

Soap wonders if there’s anything under that mask at all.

He asks himself, if there’s anything left behind his.

They reach the top, the city sprawling beneath them. The little lights blend together, shining between the dark buildings. Would’ve been a nice view.

Would have, if they didn’t spot the trucks rolling to a stop in front of the church.

Ghost and Soap share a brief look, and instantly he moves to climb out of the window to jump to the zip line, only to be stopped by the Brit.

“What are ye waitin’ for?! We need to go!” he almost yells.

Ghost yanks him back in, the sheer power knocking Soap into the wall. Fuckin’ hell, he hits like a beast.

“If we zip line now, they’ll shoot us down. We need to get through the ground floor.” he growls, turning away and starting to run down the stairs. Soap rolls his shoulders and runs after him, muttering a few curses under his breath.

Soap catches up to him, yelling, “there must be a back exit we can use-!”

Ghost stills on one of the last steps, shushing him. They both strain their ears, hearing far-off steps growing closer, and closer, and closer-

Soap shucks his rucksack off, taking out the bleach and vinegar, quickly pouring them into an empty beer bottle, “the fuck are you doing?” Ghost yells above him, crouching to hide behind the banister when the front doors are kicked open.

Soap ignores him, driving a piece of cloth down to stop the gas from leaking, and shoves it into Ghost’s hand as he makes another one, “throw this right before we go, they won’t be able to breathe right for days.”

Soldiers start spreading through the ruined church, Ghost testing the weight in his hand, “on my count.”

Soap nods, finishing up his bottle.

“One, two…”

One of the soldiers spots them, and Soap stops breathing.

“Three!”

They throw the bottles, the liquid within them splashing as they arc across the church. His bottle hits the soldier that saw them square in the face, and he instantly starts coughing and clawing at his eyes.

The gas isn’t visible to the naked eye, but Soap can track its spread by the way all soldiers start coughing. He and Ghost push off to run up the stairs, but as Soap casts a glance back, he sees some of them equipping a gas mask.

Why the fuck were they prepared for chemical weapons in a civilian city?!

“Ghost!” he shouts, slinging his rifle off his shoulder, “they have gas masks!”

He hears the man curse, “keep running!”

Not sooner after, bullets begin to ricochet around the spiral staircase. Soap swings around to shoot a couple of them, and as Ghost does the same, he notices his shots don’t land as they should.

He glances back at the Lieutenant, watching him rub roughly at his left arm. Right… Ghost did say he was broken. Soap didn’t realize how bad it was.

A few seconds later, he realizes Ghost threw the bottle with his left hand, landing it perfectly between the soldiers.

With no time to maul it over, he pushes onwards.

Ghost is still grasping at his arm when they reach the window, and Soap can’t help but ask, “are ye gonna be able to zip dow-”

Ghost’s tone lowers dangerously, nailing him with a death glare, “I am not weak, Sergeant.”

He’s not sure who’s cornering who here. Ghost takes his eyes off him a second later, tugging on the line before asking, “got anything we can use?”

Soap continues shooting down the enemies pushing up the stairs, “check my pack!”

He feels Ghost rummaging through his rucksack, and it almost distracts him from the hails of bullets around them.

It’s… odd. How he doesn’t even know the man’s face, but he can trust him with his back.

Ghost zips the pack back up. From the corner of his eye, Soap can see two metal clothing hangers he picked up in one of his searches for a thicker jacket. In his other hand is his little project he used most of the black powder on.

He lifts it questioningly, and Soap answers while shooting, “a wee gift I made. It’ll trigger when someone steps on it.”

“How big’s the explosion?”

Soap smirks, “big enough.”

He can almost feel Ghost’s eye roll from his silence, and he would’ve chuckled if soldiers didn’t start coming closer.

“Ye ready to jump?” he yells.

Ghost hands him a hanger, dropping the charges on the last stair step. Soap watched him flex his left arm one last time, before swinging the hanger over the line, and jumping off.

Soap’s heart drops for a moment when the operator sways wildly, part afraid for him, but mostly for himself.

The hostiles at his feet don’t care either way, so Soap braces himself and jumps off as well. The way down is bumpy, rattling, and fuckin’ fast. Soap lets go of the hanger right before the end, rolling off on the rooftop, and stopping.

He hears his “gift” go off, and the sound is so beautifully familiar, it sends a pang of nostalgia through him.

Ghost is already making his way down, seeking to hide between concrete buildings. Soap hastily catches up.

“That was a wild one, wasn’t it, LT?” he says, a little out of breath.

That breath gets completely knocked out of him when Ghost slams him to the nearest wall. His eyes are obscured by shadows, leaving only two black holes when he leans down to growl in his ear.

“Don’t fuckin’ call me that. I am not your LT, not your CO, we are strangers. We get outta here, and you can go back to your civvy little life. Understood?”

Soap breathes out harshly, grinding his teeth. “Like I have a fuckin’ life-”

Ghost pulls back just to slam him harder, “do you fucking understand, Sergeant?”

He stares at the black voids, voice clear and flat, “yes sir.”

The Lieutenant finally pushes off, and Soap lingers for a moment. He wants to be angry, he wants to snarl and bite and talk back, like he used to when his past COs were yelling at him.

But Ghost is right. After this little “adventure”, Soap will have to go back to his life. To an empty apartment, which he has probably already been evicted from. To searching a job, only to find nothing truly worthwhile. To an airsoft field, a fuckin’ mockery of what he lost.

To a monotonous, repetitive, grey cycle, where John loses his mind just a little more every day.

Ghost is just telling him the truth.

Soap trails back behind Ghost, the man not reacting to his presence. He looks so much larger than him like this, blocking what little light is around them, casting a long shadow over Soap.

He tried not to think of “what could have been” in the past year. But it’s so hard, when it’s literally within reach.

Could he have been like Ghost? This imposing, unrelenting soldier, stronger than anyone he’s ever fought. So powerful, he escaped a whole military worth of hostile soldiers?

There may be nothing behind Ghost’s mask, but there’s someone behind Soap’s. Someone weak, lost, and repulsive.

And Soap isn’t sure what’s worse.

They’ve walked in silence for the last hour or so, Soap lost in the tar pit of his own mind. Some part of him, hysteric and deranged as it is, doesn’t want this to be over. It disgusts him.

Ghost’s arm has been twitching minutely for a few minutes now. It distracted Soap from spiraling for a bit, wondering what exactly is wrong with him. He doesn’t see any rips in the fabric around the area, so it’s not a stab or gunshot wound. He thought about blunt force trauma, but that wouldn’t act up every once in a while like this. An old injury would, but if it’s bad enough Ghost can’t even shoot straight, no one in their right mind would send him on the field.

Soap exhales, his stomach knotting in warning. They didn’t stop moving since they encountered each other, so they didn’t really eat. Which Soap just remembered, and now can’t ignore.

He considers it for a moment before piping up, “ye hungry?”

Ghost pauses in front of him, slowly turning to stare at him. “You got food?”

Soap nods, pulling a few oranges from his bag. He almost hands one to Ghost before remembering his arm, and sets about to peel them both. Ghost watches him silently, as a sweet aroma fills the small back way.

Soap gives him the first peeled orange, busying himself with the other while Ghost turns around to eat it. When Soap takes the first bite, a sour taste bursts on his palate. Yet as he chews, it turns sweet, and he closes his eyes for a moment, savoring it.

Ghost has turned back to face him when he opens his eyes again, a look Soap can’t place in his eyes. It makes him hurry and gulp down the rest of the fruit, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

He starts walking, but this time Ghost walks beside him, his eyes still not straying from Soap.

Ghost’s eyes are a nice, rich brown, he notices for the first time.

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod ghost #cod soap #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #BLOOD||HUNGER #call of duty fic #call of duty fanfic #call of duty modern warfare #cod fic #cod fanfic #the last scene was completely unplanned but i fuckin love it now #also oof angst #you thought revenant au was painful? oooh boy

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