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togrowoldinv · 3 days

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Drill Lessons

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Natasha shows you how to use a power tool and your mutual crush comes to light

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (N and R receiving)

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To you, Natasha Romanoff is the most beautiful woman to ever walk the earth.

You’ve been wanting to tell her for months that you like her. Ever since you joined the team you’ve had feelings for her. But you can’t get a read on her.

You have no idea if she has feelings for you too. Sometimes it feels like she’s flirting with you but then you see or hear her act the same way with one of the guys and you brush it off as nothing.

This weekend Clint invited everyone to his farm to enjoy a quick getaway and clear your heads. Missions hadn’t been easy lately, so you all needed the reprieve.

When you arrive, Natasha walks in the house first. She’s clearly very comfortable here.

“Welcome!” Laura says to everyone. “Come on in. Make yourselves at home!”

“Thank you for having us, Mrs. Barton,” you say when you greet her.

“Oh please, called me Laura,” she says. Then she addresses everyone, “We don’t have enough rooms so you’ll have to share. Nat, can y/n sleep with you?”

You try not to have a visceral reaction to the idea. You hold your breath as you await her reply.

“Sure,” Nat simply says. She turns to you, “I’ll show you the way.”

You follow her up the stairs where you run across a couple of kids.

“Auntie Nat?” A girl asks, in shock of seeing Nat.

“Hey malyshka,” Natasha replies. She brings the girl in for a hug. “Lila, this is y/n. Hopefully you won’t discover you like her more than you like me.”

You smile and wave to Lila. She returns the smile before running off downstairs.

Nat takes you down the hallway and to what appears to be her bedroom when she stays here. There are photos of the Barton family and Nat on the dresser. You admire how happy she looks here.

“I always sleep on the door side, but we’ll do whatever you feel comfortable with,” Nat says.

“Oh, either side works for me.”

Nat nods. You set your bag down on the bed and unpack a few things. Natasha moves around the room, gathering a few of her own things.

You both go back downstairs for the rest of the evening. Nothing too eventful happens. Everyone makes plans to spend time outside tomorrow.

Natasha is first to the bedroom. She slips into the bed casually. You try to do the same but fail miserably at not looking nervous.

“I don’t bite, you know,” Nat says teasingly.

“Right,” you respond too quickly. “I just- sorry.”

“Relax, y/n,” she says. You settle on your side of the bed. “Goodnight.”

“Night, Natasha.”

You both drift off into a peaceful sleep. You first, and then Natasha.

At some point during the night, you end up snuggling close to Natasha. She wakes up to the feeling of your arm draping over her. But she doesn’t mind it. Actually, she likes it.

When you wake up in the morning, you find yourself still nestled in her arms.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you say, trying to move off of her.

“Hey, it’s fine,” Nat says, only tightening her grip a bit before letting you loose. “So, you’re a cuddler, huh?”

You look away shyly and Nat just smirks. Now you definitely can’t believe you slept next to Natasha and accidentally snuggled with her all night. She doesn’t say anything else about it until you go downstairs for the day.

“Good morning!” Laura greets. She’s pulling fresh biscuits from the oven. “How did you sleep?”

“Good,” you answer briefly.

“She sure was cozy,” Nat interjects. It’s just Laura in the room with you two, but you still try to hold back a blush.

“Mhm, I’m sure,” Laura replies. Somehow you’re sure she knows the way you feel about Nat and how Nat feels about you.

Soon, the boys come tumbling into the kitchen. You all go outside to do your respective chosen activities. Steve promised to show you how to chop wood while Nat and Clint run off to the barn to build a new shelter for some of the animals.

“So, what’s the deal with you and Romanoff?” Steve asks after a few minutes of chopping the wood.

“Oh, is there- is there a me and Romanoff?”

“Is there not?” He asks genuinely. “I’m sorry. I just thought that you two- nevermind.”

“It’s okay,” you reply, shrugging.

It does leave you wondering if the other members of the team think something is happening there too. You try not to think about it too much as you continue to work outside. The fresh air does wonders for you.

Steve asks you to go grab the axe sharpening block from the barn, so you walk to the structure. When you get there, you catch sight of something that makes your jaw practically drop to the ground.

Natasha is wearing only a blank tank top and shorts are she uses a power drill to build a wooden structure. Sweat drips down her neck and chest as she expertly uses the tool.

You swear she catches the sight of you out of the corner of her eye, but she continues on with her drilling. She lifts heavy pieces of wood with ease. You can’t stop staring.

Nat lifts her tank top up to wipe the sweat from her face. You see her ab happy stomach and the sports bra that’s keeping the rest of her skin covered.

“Enjoying the view?” Nat says aloud. You’ve definitely been caught now.

“Oh, I was just-“ you start, but there’s no use. You were doing exactly that. “My bad.”

“Don’t apologize,” Nat says. “Come on in, what did you need?”

“We needed the axe sharpener block thing?”

“Is that a question?”

“Well, I don’t know what it is so yes?”

Nat chuckles. She turns to look at the shelf behind her for the tool you need. Her backside somehow looks just as good as her front.

“Here you go,” Nat says. She hands you the block. You are standing close to her now. “The real fun is happening in there though. I can show you how to use this.”

She gestures to the drill in her left hand, pressing her finger on the trigger to make it whir. You shouldn’t be so intrigued by it. Or by her for that matter. But you are.

“Maybe tomorrow you can show me?” You ask her.

“How about tonight?” Nat asks. Her voice drops an octave. You pray she means what you think she means.

You swallow shyly and Nat shoots you a smile. Slowly, you leave her there and go back to Steve. He doesn’t mention how long it took you to get the tool, thank goodness.

Later that day, you all grill out burgers and hotdogs. Clint tries to show off his grilling skills, but the team just gives him a hard time saying that it’s not all that hard anyways.

By the time evening comes, everyone’s sitting around a campfire. Natasha sits across from you. She glances at her phone and then to you as a way of alerting you to look at your phone.

The text reads: Meet me in the barn. 10 minutes.

You nod in her direction to acknowledge you got the message. The minutes pass by and you both leave to go to the barn.

When you get inside, Nat is already over by the wood she was working with earlier.

“Come on, I’ll show you,” Nat says.

“Okay,” you agree. You stand next to her.

“First things first, always know your surroundings,” Nat says.

She abruptly places her hands on your hips. She easily moves you to the right and left to observe your surroundings. Your heart stops when she reaches around you and her face is mere inches from yours.

She steps back and has a pair of clear glasses in her hand.

“And wear safety glasses,” she says. She places them on your face. You’re sure you look like an absolute fool. “Cute.”

“You didn’t wear these yesterday,” comes your reply.

“That’s because I’m an expert,” Nat says. She surprises you by pinching your cheeks. “You’ll get there, sweetheart.”

Natasha grabs the drill and ushers you to move closer to the wood with her. She takes you through step by step on how to use the power tool.

“Now, you can try,” Nat says.

“Okay,” you reply. You feel a little nervous about trying it. Nat assures you that you can’t mess it up.

You try to focus even with Nat being so close to you. For the first time using a drill, you don’t do terribly.

“Nice job, y/n,” Nat says. “But you’ll want to apply more pressure. Let me help you, sweetheart.”

Natasha places her hand on yours and pushes down on the drill. You pull the trigger and drill the screw into the wood. Her hot breath is on your neck.

You smile at your success and turn just enough to look at Nat. She’s just inches from you.

“Should we take this inside?” Nat asks. Her eyes glance to your lips and back up to your eyes. She brings her other hand to your cheek and brushes the back of it against it.

“Are you- um- yes?”

“Yes? Or yes.”

“The second one,” you say. Natasha smirks at you.

You leave the drill and safety glasses behind. Natasha holds your hand as she walks you to the house. You slip upstairs easily and she closes her bedroom door behind her.

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while,” Natasha says.

“Really?” You ask innocently.

“Really, detka. Come here,” she says, bringing you to the bed with her.

You sit next to her and she kisses you softly. It’s like floating on a cloud. You didn’t think she would be this gentle. But you’re loving it.

“May I?” Nat asks, gesturing to your shirt. You nod. She lifts the material over your head. “Beautiful.”

You feel sure you’re blushing at her words and the way her eyes rake over your body.

“Can I- um?” You pull at her tank top hem.

“Yes, baby,” Natasha says. “You can do anything to me.”

You lift the thin material over her head. Your heart stops at her beauty. You immediately lean forward and take her nipple into your mouth. It surprises Natasha how intentional you are being.

“Fuck, baby.”

“Is this okay?” You ask, pulling away a bit. Nat pulls your head back to her breasts. You’ll take that as a yes.

Natasha fumbles with your pants. She gets them unbuttoned but grumbles in frustration when she can’t get them off. You chuckle against her.

“Okay, hold on,” Nat says. She stands up and pulls her own pants down before grabbing you by the hips and pulling you up too.

Natasha takes your pants off with ease this time and slips them down your legs along with your underwear. She grins and drops to her knees. It doesn’t take her long to get to work licking and sucking at your pussy.

“Oh my god,” you moan out.

“You taste so good, baby. All for me,” Nat says.

“Fuck.”

You feel close to coming embarrassingly quickly but Natasha is proud of her work.

“Come for me, y/n,” she says. Her voice drips with sex.

“Fuck, Natasha!”

You come hard against her tongue. She licks you clean and stands back up. She kisses you deeply. It’s the most on fire you have ever felt.

“I want to taste you,” you tell Nat.

“Your wish is my command,” Nat says. She lays on the bed and you crawl over her body.

“So beautiful,” you say as you kiss from between her breasts down to her hips.

“You’re not so shy now are you?” Nat asks. You answer by diving into her wet pussy.

Her folds are slick and she’s ready for you. You lick and suck her, cherishing every noise she makes.

“Fuck, baby,” Nat says. “I’m going to come.”

“Come for me, Natasha.”

She does just that. You relish in the sounds she makes. You move back up her body and lay next to her.

“So, all of those times I thought you were flirting with me you actually were?” You break the silence.

Nat chuckles. “Yes, y/n. I’ve been hinting at it for months. I’m glad we finally got on the same page.”

She looks at you through her long eyelashes. You rest your head on her shoulder.

“I’ve always liked you, Natasha,” you say. “Do you think the team noticed we left?”

“Nah,” Nat says. “Even if they did, I don’t care. I have you.”

“You sure do.”

You snuggle further into Natasha. She holds you close as you lay together and talk for hours.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff comfort #natasha romanoff smut

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richiekirschs · 10 months

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SHE’S MY BABY — Spider-Man!Lottie Matthews

spider-boy, king of thieves…

warnings— no use of y/n, fem implied reader (referred to as “unsuspecting girl”), lottie is vaguely hurt

[part 2]

The Yellowjackets had been spreading their theories about Spider-Man since he was first spotted in New York, just across the river.

It was surprisingly Misty who came up with the theory that he was actually from Jersey City, after how many times he’d been spotted on the ferry that takes you across the Hudson from Midtown. Nat had disagreed, stating that he was probably in Jersey City so often because of the amount of freaks patrolling the streets.

Most of your teammates think it’s stupid—with Jackie saying it’s just some asshole trying to get on Subway Creatures, and Tai saying the guy in the suit just wants to piss off J. Jonah Jameson. Laura Lee thinks he’s devilish. Nat indulges in the fantasies after having witnessed one of Spider-Man’s fights firsthand (and also because she likes to piss off Jackie.)

The girls are all over at your apartment tonight for the regularly scheduled movie night. Everyone takes turns— last time it was Tai, and now it was you.

You’re in the bathroom washing your hands when there’s a THUD! from the fire escape outside the bathroom window.

You frown, wondering if you should check. Is it your neighbors, smoking a blunt? Or is there maybe a cat that needs help?

You yank up the blinds to check, deciding it’s better to know than risk it distracting you the rest of the night.

It’s not your neighbors, and it’s definitely not a stray cat.

It’s Spider-Man.

You can’t do much but freeze and mumble, “You’re shitting me.”

He stares back at you with comically wide, unblinking eyes. He points at the windowsill and mimes pushing it up before silently pleading with his hands.

You sigh. Of course this would happen. All you can do as you unlock the window is pray that it’s actually Spider-Man, and not some douche in a costume looking to take advantage of an unsuspecting girl.

You push the window up and he tumbles to the ground of the bathroom, somehow remaining inhumanly quiet.

In the process, though, he aggressively knocks a (glass) bottle of perfume off of the counter.

“Shit!” you hiss.

“Are you okay?” someone calls. Maybe Nat? It definitely could’ve been Van.

“Yeah!” you call before turning back to the masked vigilante. “You have 30 seconds to explain yourself.”

Spider-Man holds up a finger, chest heaving, before reaching up under his mask and yanking it off.

It’s not a man at all. It’s Lottie, your best friend who was conveniently missing from tonight’s get-together.

Your jaw drops. “What the f—?”

You don’t get the chance to finish your exclamation as she bolts up to clamp a hand over your mouth. “Shh!”

You frown back at her, trying to convey your emotion with your eyes.

“I’ll explain, I promise,” she assures you. “But I’m hurt. I just got my ass kicked. I need you to help me, but you can’t tell the others.”

You don’t respond. Her hand is still over your mouth.

“Promise me!” she hisses, begging.

You nod frantically, and she slowly removes her hand. “I can’t believe you’re a girl. I was betting major money with Nat that Spider-Man was Jeff Sadecki.”

She narrows her eyes at you. “Jesus Christ. Are you going to help me or not?”

“I can’t do that if you don’t tell me where you’re hurt!”

She swallows, unable to meet your eyes. “Under my suit.”

You sigh at her. “Can you stand?”

“I think so.” She manages to stumble to her feet, and you help her unzip the suit, both of you flushed bright red.

“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed, Lot,” you tease as she collapses onto the closed toilet. “We’ve changed in front of each other a billion times.”

“These aren’t ideal circumstances,” she groans.

Her wound isn’t too bad, but it probably hurts like a bitch. Sliced across her leg, the cut slowly oozes blood. Her knuckles are scraped up, too. There’s already green-yellow bruises forming around both wounds.

“It’s not awful,” you assure her. “They just need to be cleaned and get bandaged.”

You dig out isopropyl alcohol and a rag before a apologizing for the pain you’re about to cause her.

She whimpers as you clean the gash on her leg and wrap gauze around it, and you have to pray that she doesn’t see the way your face burns.

Someone rattles the door handle. “Are you still in there?”

Laura Lee. With a start, you realize you didn’t lock the door.

You and Lottie lock wide eyes with each other before you’re yanking her up and shoving her into the shower. She shoots a web to seal the curtain to the wall, tucking herself behind it.

The door swings open, and Laura Lee peers around from behind it. “Hey, we were thinking about ordering pizza—is that your blood?”

You look down at your hands, but it’s not yours. It’s Lottie’s, from where you had wiped it from her leg. You need to think of a lie, and quick.

“Oh,” you shrug in a hopefully nonchalant manner. “My nose started bleeding, and I put my hand over it while I got the rag.”

Laura Lee, of course, steps in to investigate. “Did it stop? We should say a prayer.”

You gently swat her prodding hands away. “Yeah, I’m fine. It stopped. I just didn’t get the chance to wash my hands.”

“Really,” Laura Lee insists. “We should say a prayer. This could be a sign of something.”

“Yeah,” you mumble, “of a ruptured blood vessel.”

You indulge in Laura Lee’s plead anyway, and pray that Lottie can resist her urges to laugh during Laura Lee’s prayer like she always does.

Lottie knows she doesn’t have much time.

She carefully slides the suit back on before slipping out of the very window she’d come through. From there, she makes a Pink Panther-esque getaway a few feet away from that window to the one that leads to your bedroom.

She carefully slides the bedroom window shut before flinging open a dresser drawer in hopes for some clean clothes. She digs out a Kean University pullover and plaid pajama pants. It’ll have to do.

She stashes the suit in the spot that she’d swiped the clothes from, and just as she shuts the drawer, she freezes. Someone’s coming.

There’s nowhere to hide. Your bed sits atop a wooden bed frame, meaning she won’t—can’t—fit underneath. Your closet isn’t big enough either. That only leaves…

When Nat swings the door open, she completely expects to find someone in a striped shirt with a sack of money over their shoulder. Something is being very noisy in your room, and she’s intrigued to know what could possibly be causing such a ruckus.

Instead, she finds… nothing.

She checks under your bed, even though nobody besides a small child could fit between the planks of your bed frame. She checks your closet. Hell, she checks the fire escape.

Nothing.

“Hm,” she decides, but there’s something… not right. There’s an itch under her skin that won’t go away.

When Nat leaves, Lottie can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She carefully lets herself down from the ceiling with a breath of, “Holy shit,” and a hand pressed to her chest.

There’s still work left to be done, though.

Quietly this time, she swings back out onto the fire escape.

There’s a knock on your front door, and you frown. Everybody’s here, and Misty didn’t say that they had already ordered the pizza, just that they were thinking about it.

You quickly rinse your hands of Lottie’s red blood before following Misty to the door.

Low and behold, the new guest is Lottie fucking Matthews.

You feign surprise at the sight of her. “Hey, I thought you weren’t coming!”

She walks over to you, arms open wide, limping ever so slightly as she engulfs you in a hug. “It’s a long story.”

Through a faux grin, you growl, “Tomorrow, we’re going to get coffee, and you’re going to explain everything.”

“Deal.”

KITTY MEOWS! I kept seeing Spider!Lottie edits on TikTok and there was an itch in my bones that could only be satisfied by writing this…

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beeftony · 10 months

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I saw the "Can I kiss you?" plastered around the internet well before I saw the episode, so I was not at all prepared for the way Laura delivered the line; the way the words seemed to leap out of her throat, like a thought that Imogen had been grasping so tightly it just... slipped out, and it was too late to take back. Something she'd been waiting so long to ask but at the same time it came out too soon, and she had no choice but to barrel ahead.

When Fjord asked the same question of Jester a campaign earlier, it was cautious, tremulous, ready to be rescinded in a moment if she didn't go for it... but the way it practically tumbled out of Imogen's mouth the same way she tumbled down those stairs... it's beautiful and haphazard and thrilling, everything about her summed up in a single, desperate question.

#critical role #imogen temult #laudna #imodna #i have brain worms about this moment ok

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wileys-russo · 5 months

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baby veen puppy love ficlet?

puppy love

you perked up hearing a series of knocks at your door, grinning at the familiar pattern. "secret knock was correct. password?" you teased, throwing open the door and grinning happily at your girlfriend. "hip hip hooray?" laura guessed, both of you giggling as the blonde launched at you.

"missed you today." she mumbled out among kisses, neither of you having seen one another as you'd had to train separately all day, laura now in the critical stages of her rehab. "missed you more." you smiled, tangling your hands in her hair as hers gripped your hips.

"missed you most." she managed out before nipping at your bottom lip teasingly, your back hitting the frame of your lounge. "no way." you argued with a shake of your head, eye to eye with the defender who couldn't stop smiling.

"way. be careful!" "careful of wha-lau!" you squealed as the austrian suddenly grabbed your thighs, effectively hauling your body over the back of the couch and sending it tumbling onto the cushions below.

"hallo!" she beamed adorably, landing softly on top of you as you smacked her shoulder. "you be careful!" you warned, lightly tapping her knee which sat by your hip. "i am always careful." she rolled her eyes playfully.

"did you just imagine that the lounge was the barrier at that match? up and over goes the tiny tank!" you teased, your girlfriends face blushing bright red at the memory as she flopped down and hid her face in your neck with a small groan, mumbling a string of german into your skin.

"i was trying to get the ball." she huffed, pulling her head back with a frown as you repeatedly pecked her lips, determined to rid them of her grumpy pout. "i'm so glad we can do this again." you sighed happily, arms wrapping around her as the two of you lay down in a tight hug.

leah progressing well with her own recovery meant your sister was finally no longer in need of a carer and had moved back to her own place, leaving yours once more a sanctuary of peace and quiet. and it meant your girlfriend, who could now drive again, could come and go whenever she pleased.

"no more mum and dad yelling at us about keeping a door open." laura nodded in agreement, your nose scrunching up as her silver blonde strands of hair ticked your face. "viv is definitely the dad." you hummed, slipping a hand up lauras hoodie and gently scratching her back feeling her arch happily into you.

"no i think it is beth. viv does all of the cooking and the cleaning and the work. beth just...well she is beth." laura struggled to get out her words, opting for a shrug as you hummed.

"you know liebling there is something else we have not done for too long." laura sat up, cheeky grin on her face as she quickly tied her hair up into a messy bun. "hmmm, played monopoly?" you teased, the austrian shaking her head.

"nooo, guess again." she whispered, lips ghosting yours. "hmmm, no i can't think of anything." you smiled as she rolled her eyes. "lau!" you squealed as suddenly you were over her shoulder and she was marching off to your bedroom.

"laura no put me down! baby your knee is still healing!" you worried, grunting softly as she did as you asked and dropped you onto your bed. "don't do that!" you warned her with a scowl, sitting up and pushing her.

"why? i am strong. tiny tank, no?" she flexed her arms, rolling up her sleeves and making a series of funny faces, determined to have you smile again. "don't be cute. i'm serious, i love you and i don't want anything else bad to happen." you spoke a little more seriously now, your girlfriend dropping down beside you.

"i am sorry love, i will be careful." she promised, moving your hair behind your ear as you nodded. "your english is getting really good." you complimented, causing her cheeks to flush a rosy pink. "you help a lot." she poked your own cheeks with her finger and a shy smile.

"wish i could say the same about your german. terrible!" laura sighed as you scoffed. "it's getting better!" you defended, laura withholding the urge to tease you for how much you looked like your sister with your eyebrows knitted into a grumpy frown.

"okay." with that she spoke a few sentences to you in german, clearly awaiting your response. "yes?" you guessed slowly, laura rolling her eyes. "you do not even try!" your girlfriend laughed, kissing away your pout as you had done to her just moments ago.

"german is hard!" you whined with a huff. "kiss me. do not need any language for that." laura grinned leaning in to connect your lips to hers again.

but right as she tugged your body to melt back into hers, and her tongue starting to explore the roof of your mouth did you hear your front door bang suddenly.

"who is that?" laura pulled away as both of you looked out of the bedroom, the front door popping open as a familiar bundle of blonde hair stumbled through. "leah?" you yelled out, groaning as your sister called back from the kitchen.

"oh hi laura! i thought we could have a pizza night?" your sister leaned in your doorway, your girlfriend giving her a friendly wave as you pushed her hand down with a frown. "get out of my house!"

"no! i miss your cooking." leah admitted, kicking her feet and staring down at the floor. "laura and i have plans leah." you hinted, glaring at her as the blonde only rolled her own eyes.

"you can have sex all you want once i leave, i won't even tell beth and viv. just make me dinner and i'll be out of your hair!" leah grinned causing you to groan again, the older girl backing away and you heard her throw herself down onto your lounge and flick on the tv, far too at home for your liking.

"i like pizza." laura smiled, grabbing your defeated face in her hands and smoothing out your eyebrows with her thumbs. "she is your sister. come on!" the blonde encouraged, taking your hands and pulling you to your feet as you collapsed into her, burying your face in her shoulder with a deep sigh.

"fine. but tomorrow i'm getting the locks changed!"

#laura weinroither x reader #woso #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #laura weinroither #woso blurbs

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olee · 3 months

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My Bad | Simón Hempe

*English with Spanglish dialogues

A Toxic Ex?

You had been in a committed relationship with Simón for over two years. Both of you shared a beautiful bond and cherished each other's company. You had never imagined that things would change so drastically until one day when Simón arrived at your apartment in Buenos Aires, all drunk and disoriented. He seemed in a different state of mind and told you he wanted to end things with you. The words he used were harsh, and his tone was bitter. He said, “Mirá, no quiero saber nada de vos, ¿entendiste? No tengo ganas de bancarme tus quilombos ni tus historias. Chau y que te vaya bien, pero lejos, ¿eh?” which meant he didn't want to have anything to do with you. The sudden change in his behavior left you shocked and devastated. You tried to reason with him, but he seemed determined to end the relationship, leaving you wondering what went wrong.

The events of that night are still fresh in your mind. Simón, your partner, took all his belongings and left you alone in your apartment without any explanation. You were left feeling confused and hurt, wondering what could have gone wrong. The morning had started off perfectly, as Simón had made you coffee, played some bachata music, and danced with you, beaming with joy. He had recently landed a role in the movie "Society of the Snow," and his excitement was palpable. So, when he arrived late at night, drunk, and abruptly announced that he wanted to break up without any discussion, it was a shock. You couldn't help but wonder what had suddenly made him change his mind.

It's been a year and a half since you parted ways with Simón. In that time, you've made some significant changes to your life. You decided to move to Barcelona, a city that has always fascinated you, and you have not regretted it. You've made some great friends, but you've also had some tough times with the guys you dated. Despite the ups and downs of your love life, you have found a sense of belonging in the neighborhood of El Poble-sec. You live with two roommates, Mateo and Laura, who are both passionate about politics and literature, which you find equally interesting.

You're currently working as a librarian while pursuing a graduate degree in literature. Writing has always been your passion, and you've been writing poetry for as long as you can remember. However, you've found it challenging to find inspiration since moving to Barcelona. You miss Simón's encouragement; he always believed you had the potential to be a writer. Nevertheless, you are determined to keep writing, and you hope that one day, you'll find your way back to the page with renewed inspiration and creativity.

It was a Friday night in Barcelona, and after a long day of studying, your roommates invited you to a hidden bar. Despite feeling tired, you couldn't resist the temptation of a night out with your friends. As the clock struck 11:30 pm, you headed to the bar, ready for a night of partying in the vibrant city. Upon arriving at the bar, you found your roommates engaged in a deep conversation in Catalán about independence. It was clear that they had already indulged in some drinks, as discussing politics in Catalonia was a topic that required a certain level of inebriation.

You sat next to them, feeling the excitement of the night ahead. You ordered a refreshing Estrella Galicia beer and listened intently to their conversation, taking in the ambiance of the hidden and chill bar. The dim lighting and eclectic decor added to the overall mood, making for a perfect start to your weekend.

As you had already consumed a few beers, your roommate invited you to a club. Of course, in your inebriated state, you enthusiastically agreed. As the group stumbled in zigzags toward the exit of the hidden bar, they encountered a set of stairs leading out of the building. Due to your intoxicated condition, you nearly tumbled down the stairs, but a sudden, firm grip on your arm prevented a fall. Initially thought it was your roommate, Mateo, but the blurred vision made it difficult to confirm.

Anxiety washed over you until a familiar voice spoke, saying, "Necesitás tomar agua. No estás bien, se te nota. Dejá de joder y andá a agarrar una botella, que te va a hacer bien. ¿Querés que te la alcance o te movés vos sola?" Your response was, "Che, andá a cagar, me la banco sola, ¿entendiste? No necesito tu ayuda, así que haceme el favor y tomá el camino. ¡Chau!"

However, as you attempted to move on, you stumbled, and the person supporting you tightened their grip. He said, “Che, (tu nombre), vení, yo te llevo al mercado por un agua y después te acerco a casa.”

“Boludo! No sé quién eres, obvio que no iré," you retorted. However, he responded in a worried tone, "Soy Simón, obvio que sabes quién soy." You then replied, “Simón... (in your broken English you tell him) Simón is DEAD.”

He continued to ignore your insults, while you persistently hurled a barrage of offensive words at Simón, declaring him an idiot and emphasizing that he was undeniably dead. Despite your verbal assault, Simón looked at you with concern, as if he believed he had done something wrong and genuinely wanted to help you.

As Simón buys you a bottle of water with a painkiller, you're seated outside on a bench waiting for him. He arrives and sits next to you, saying, “Tomá, esto te va a ayudar.” You look at him and say, “Nunca pensé volver a cruzarme con vos. Te re mil odio. Me dejaste plantado y ni una explicación. Cada día me siento peor, pensando que hice algo mal, y sé que estoy hablando con un fantasma, pero—” he interrupts you and says, “No es tu culpa. Yo soy el boludo. Unos amigos, o mejor dicho, unos forros, me dijeron que estabas con alguien más y la verdad es que no sé por qué les di bola. Hasta al día siguiente, me di cuenta de la cagada que me mandé.”

As you inquire about why he didn't reach out the next day, Simón takes a deep breath and begins, "Look, I wanted to talk to you, but I realized I couldn't. I tried messaging you, calling you, but you had blocked me on everything."

You squint at him, a mixture of disbelief and frustration on your face. "Blocked you? Yeah, well, you disappeared without a word!"

Simón nods solemnly, "I know, and I'm sorry. I messed up big time. I was stupid to believe what others said without checking with you first."

You scoff, "Stupid is an understatement, Simón. You ghosted me without any explanation. I felt like I did something wrong."

He looks genuinely remorseful, "And that's on me. I should've trusted you, and I should've communicated. I'm really sorry, (Y/N)."

You roll your eyes, still holding onto your anger, "Sorry doesn't change what happened. Why should I believe you now?"

Simón takes a moment before responding, "You don't have to believe me, but I want you to know I regret it. I've been kicking myself every day since. I was a fool, and I'm sincerely sorry for hurting you."

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Part 2? 👀

#simon hempe #simón hempe #Simon hempe x reader #enzo vogrincic #fanfic #society of the snow #my writing #la sociedad de la nieve #uruguay #latina #spanish #argentina #agustín pardella #blas polidori #Spotify

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Hold On To The Memories (They Will Hold On To You) | Laura Freigang

warnings: fluffy pancakes kind of fluff

word count: 1114

summary: five memories with laura, you'll hold on to them, they'll hold on to you and you will hold on to her

a/n: happy new year's 🎉

Your first memory of Laura is of her catching you as you quite literally fall for her.

The both of you are only thirteen and it is your very first summer football camp.

You had tripped over your laces and luckily for you, the blonde is there.

‘I’m s-sorry.’ You stammer with bright red cheeks but the taller girl only laughs as she sets you on your feet properly.

‘It’s okay. I’m Laura and it’s nice to meet you.’

Her hair is up in braids and her blue eyes are sparkling. The socks she is wearing are mismatched, they are different colours and one is longer than the other.

Right, there and then, you think she is the prettiest girl you have ever seen.

Laura sticks her hand out and you shake it with a shy smile.

‘Nice to meet you.’

******

You don’t see her at any other summer camp for years.

It’s not till she walks into Penn State’s locker room that you meet her for the second time.

You recognise her immediately. Her hair is darker but those eyes are the same.

Bright and full of excitement.

You had heard that the newest member of your team is named Laura and that she’s from Germany like you but it never crossed your mind that it would be your Laura.

Your Laura that you had spent every day at that one summer camp with, having water fights with your bottles and pranking the other children.

She spots you and her smile appears. The same brilliant smile that she had back then and the butterflies in your stomach get all fluttery again.

The striker walks up to you, holding out her hand for you to shake again.

You do so with a grin and she giggles, ‘You’re not falling for me this time?’

‘No.’ You blush as you shake her hand.

Little does she know that you’ve already fallen for her.

******

After Laura leaves Penn State to sign for Frankfurt, she takes your heart with her.

You’d grown close in the two years spent as teammates and life is not the same without her.

The two of you call all the time and while you continue completing your degree in the States, Laura realises that the way she feels about you is not entirely platonic.

She doesn’t tell you though but the phone calls get longer and longer, more and more frequent till you graduate.

Then you end up signing for Frankfurt and the striker picks you up at the airport.

One glance at you and the words are tumbling out of her mouth.

‘I missed you. I love you.’

She gasps and covers her mouth, not trusting herself to speak any further.

You smile softly and simply say, ‘I missed you too. I love you too.’

******

The first New Year’s day that you spend with Laura is special.

Both of you had shared a long and meaningful kiss in the middle of your apartment, your club teammates cheering all around.

Your favourite person’s hands rested gently on your waist and she had ignored them all, her attention on you and you alone.

‘I love you. Thank you for being mine.’

That is how it is with the blonde. She’s straightforward and clear about the depth of her feelings for you.

Your girlfriend is not afraid of expressing them and effortlessly shows you every chance she gets.

Laura Freigang is everything to you and when you look up at her with nothing but affection and adoration, she knows.

The entire team is in your shared apartment for the New Year’s party but you and her might as well be in your own world.

When all your guests have left and it’s truly just you and the striker, she pulls you close and holds you for a moment.

You let her, content to rest your head against her chest and listen to her steady heartbeat.

‘My New Year’s resolution is to love you. To never stop loving you.’ She softly says.

‘I think we share similar resolutions schatz.’

She giggles and brings her lips down to yours.

‘I love loving you.’ You tell her as the two of you look around the apartment you share.

There’s glitter on the floor after the party. You don't know where it's come from but it makes Laura sigh.

‘I’ll get the vacuum out.’ You offer.

‘Let's start on the empty bottles first?’ She counter suggests.

You agree. You’ll agree to anything as long as it's with the German woman.

As you clean up the bottles with her on New Year's day, you know for certain that you will do your best to hold onto this memory and her.

She's your person.

******

This most recent New Year’s day that you share with Laura is by far your favourite. It’s the most special to you.

You have had a fair number with her already and over the past few years, you have grown more and more in love with her.

When Laura pulls you out onto the balcony of your shared apartment, away from the party that you two have somehow ended up hosting again, she gets down on one knee.

‘Marry me? Please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I can recognise anywhere. I can’t live with that. I want your midnights. I will stay with you when you’re lost, when I’m scared, when it’s hard and even when it’s wrong and we’re making mistakes. I love you and I promise you I will never stop.’

You have always thought her eyes are beautiful.

But now as they are looking up at you, with all the hope in the world as she trusts you not to break her heart? They’re radiant.

There isn’t a way for you to put into words how you are feeling but you try your very hardest for the blonde.

‘Yes. Of course I will Laura. I fell for you the very first time we met, at thirteen and you caught me then. You have caught me every day since and even when I think I can’t possibly love you more, you show me that I can.’

Your soon to be wife is choking back her tears as she slides the ring onto your finger.

You can’t help but laugh. You don’t even know why you’re laughing but your shoulders are shaking as the striker leans in to kiss you.

‘Silly you schatz. You and I could never be strangers. It’s you and me, forevermore.’ You promise against her lips.

‘Forevermore. Happy New Year baby.' Laura breathes, kissing you again with every ounce of emotion she possesses as fireworks go off in the background.

German Translation:

schatz - sweetheart

#laura freigang #laura freigang x reader #laura freigang imagine #woso #woso imagine #woso x reader #eintracht frankfurt frauen #gerwnt #dfb frauen #gerwnt x reader #gerwnt imagine #dfb frauen imagine #dfb frauen x reader #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #woso fanfics #woso fanfic #katelynnwrites

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bubblegum-blackwood · 1 year

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Homoeroticism in Carmilla:

- Laura about Carmilla: "[Her face] was pretty, even beautiful"

- Laura about Carmilla: "Her smile had softened. Whatever I had fancied strange in it, was gone, and it and her dimpling cheeks were delightfully pretty and intelligent."

- Laura about Carmilla: "I took her hand as I spoke. I was a little shy, as lonely people are, but the situation made me eloquent, and even bold. She pressed my hand, she laid hers upon it, and her eyes glowed, as, looking hastily into mine, she smiled again, and blushed. She answered my welcome very prettily."

- Carmilla to Laura: "I saw you - most assuredly you - as I see you now; a beautiful young lady, with golden hair and large blue eyes, and lips - your lips - you as you are here. Your looks won me; I climbed on the bed and put my arms about you, and I think we both fell asleep."

- Laura about Carmilla: "She sighed, and her fine dark eyes gazed passionately on me. Now the truth is, I felt rather unaccountably towards the beautiful stranger. I did feel, as she said, 'drawn towards her', but there was also something of repulsion. In this ambiguous feeling, however, the sense of attraction immensely prevailed. She interested and won me; she was so beautiful and so indescribably engaging."

- Laura about Carmilla: "She held me close in her pretty arms for a moment and whispered in my ear, 'Good night, darling, it is very hard to part with you, but good night; tomorrow, but not early, I shall see you again.' She sank back on the pillow with a sigh, and her fine eyes followed me with a fond and melancholy gaze, and she murmured again, 'Good night, dear friend.' Young people like, and even love, on impulse. I was flattered by the evident, though as yet undeserved, fondness she showed me. I liked the confidence with which she at once received me. She was determined that we should be very near friends. Next day came and we met again. I was delighted with my companion; that is to say, in many respects. Her looks lost nothing in daylight - she was certainly the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, and the unpleasant remembrance of the face presented in my early dream, had lost the effect of the first unexpected recognition."

- Laura about Carmilla: "She was slender, and wonderfully graceful. Except that her movements were languid - very languid - indeed, there was nothing in her appearance to indicate an invalid. Her complexion was rich and brilliant; her features were small and beautifully formed; her eyes large, dark, and lustrous; her hair was quite wonderful, I never saw hair so magnificently thick and long when it was down about her shoulders; I have often placed my hands under it, and laughed with wonder at its weight. It was exquisitely fine and soft, and in colour a rich, very dark brown, with something of gold. I loved to let it down, tumbling with its own weight, as, in her room, she lay back in her chair talking in her sweet low voice, I used to fold and braid it, and spread it out and play with it."

- Laura about Carmilla: "But no matter what my tactics, utter failure was invariably the result. Reproaches and caresses were all lost upon her. But I must add this, that her evasion was conducted with so pretty a melancholy and deprecation, with so many, and even passionate declarations of her liking for me, and trust in my honour, and with so many promises that I should at last know all, that I could not find it in my heart long to be offended with her. She used to place her pretty arms about my neck, draw me to her, and laying her cheek to mine, murmur with her lips near my ear, 'Dearest, your little heart is wounded; think me not cruel because I obey the irresistible law of my strength and weakness; if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours. In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die - die, sweetly die - into mine. I cannot help it; as I draw near to you, you, in your turn, will draw near to others, and learn the rapture of the cruelty, which yet is love; so, for a while, seek to know no more of me and mine, but trust me with all your loving spirit.' And when she had spoken such a rhapsody, she would press me more closely in her trembling embrace, and her lips in soft kisses gently glow upon my cheek."

- Laura about Carmilla: "In these mysterious moods I did not like her. I experienced a strange tumultuous excitement that was pleasurable, ever and anon, mingled with a vague sense of fear and disgust. I had no distinct thoughts about her while such scenes lasted, but I was conscious of a love growing into adoration, and also of abhorrence. This I know is a paradox, but I can make no other attempt to explain the feeling."

- Laura about Carmilla: "Sometimes after an hour of apathy, my strange and beautiful companion would take my hand and hold it with a fond pressure, renewed again and again; blushing softly, gazing in my face with languid and burning eyes, and breathing so fast that her dress rose and fell with the tumultuous respiration. It was like the ardour of a lover; it embarrassed me; it was hateful and yet overpowering; and with gloating eyes she drew me to her, and her hot lips travelled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, 'You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one forever.' Then she had thrown herself back in her chair, with her small hands over her eyes, leaving me trembling."

- Carmilla to Laura: "Sit down here, beside me; sit close; hold my hand; press it hard - hard - harder."

- Laura about Carmilla: "She looked languidly in my eyes, and passed her arm round my waist lovingly, and led me out of the room."

- "She rose, and each with her arm about the other's waist, we walked out upon the pavement. In silence, slowly we walked down to the drawbridge, where the beautiful landscape opened before us. 'And so you were thinking of the night I came here?' she almost whispered. 'Are you glad I came?' 'Delighted, dear Carmilla,' I answered. 'And you asked for the picture you think like me, to hang in your room,' she murmured with a sigh, as she drew her arm closer about my waist, and let her pretty head sink upon my shoulder. 'How romantic you are, Carmilla,' I said. 'Whenever you tell me your story, it will be made up chiefly of some one great romance.' She kissed me silently. 'I am sure, Carmilla, you have been in love; that there is, at this moment, an affair of the heart going on.' 'I have been in love with no one, and never shall,' she whispered, 'unless it should be with you.' How beautiful she looked in the moonlight! Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled. Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. 'Darling, darling,' she murmured, 'I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so.'"

- Carmilla to Laura: "You do not know how dear you are to me, or you could not think any confidence too great to look for. But I am under vows, no nun half so awfully, and I dare not tell my story yet, even to you. The time is very near when you shall know everything. You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish. How jealous I am you cannot know. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me and still come with me and hating me through death and after. There is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature."

- Laura: "Carmilla became more devoted to me than ever, and her strange paroxysms of languid adoration more frequent. She used to gloat on me with increasing ardour the more my strength and spirits waned."

- Laura about Carmilla: "She beckoned me to her with her pretty finger, in silence. Her face expressed extreme fear. I ran to her in an ecstasy of joy; I kissed and embraced her again and again.”

- General Spielsdorf about Carmilla: "In the meantime the young lady, whom her mother called by the odd name of Millarca, when she once or twice addressed her, had, with the same ease and grace, got into conversation with my ward. She introduced herself by saying that her mother was a very old acquaintance of mine. She spoke of the agreeable audacity which a mask rendered practicable; she talked like a friend; she admired her dress and insinuated very prettily her admiration of her beauty. She amused her with laughing criticisms upon the people who crowded the ballroom, and laughed at my poor child's fun. She was very witty and lively when she pleased, and after a time they had grown very good friends, and the young stranger lowered her mask, displaying a remarkably beautiful face. I had never seen it before, neither had my dear child. But though it was new to us, the features were so engaging, as well as lovely, that it was impossible not to feel the attraction powerfully. My poor girl did so. I never saw anyone more taken with another at first sight, unless, indeed, it was the stranger herself, who seemed quite to have lost her heart to her."

#j sheridan le fanu said lesbian rights #of course carmilla turns out to be a vampire which means she must be Evil and so they had to kill her #but like there was genuine romance between her and laura and the only predatory thing about it was the bloodsucking #which i wouldn't have minded if i was dating a hot vampire but you do you i guess laura #vampire #vampires #carmilla #carmilla karnstein #laura hollis #gothic literature #j sheridan le fanu

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laurasimonsdaughter · 9 months

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Pack dynamics for domestic urban fantasy werewolves:

● They're never exclusively werewolves. Werewolves have a habit of aggressively adopting everyone they are fond of and when you've won the trust and affection of one, the rest come along in a package deal.

● They're territorial in the protective sense. No trouble in our neighborhood. No hunger in our houses. No fear on our streets.

● They hold grudges. Shopkeeper overcharged one of the pack members in their store? None of them will shop there again. Restaurant owner yelled at one the cubs who got a job there washing up? They've just lost all their hungriest diners.

● Young werewolves think the word "pack" is way too old fashioned and prefer words like crowd, crew, fam, and swarm. ("Honestly, honey, swarm? What are we, pigeons?")

● They're nosy. The upside is no one with a werewolf pack to back them up will ever be left to fend for themselves. The downside is that everyone is always sticking their hairy noses in.

● They vary greatly in size. In some places, especially more rural ones, it's not uncommon to find entire villages that are basically one pack. In other places they might only have a dozen members, scattered about. And many packs start with a set of two or three going somewhere new to build a life and a community.

#werewolf #werewolves #If I could have a year off work I would write a children's series like The Little Vampire #but with werewolves #urban fantasy #laura tumbles

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haveyoureadthispoll · 4 months

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If a hungry little traveler shows up at your house, you might want to give him a cookie. If you give him a cookie, he's going to ask for a glass of milk. He'll want to look in a mirror to make sure he doesn't have a milk mustache, and then he'll ask for a pair of scissors to give himself a trim... The consequences of giving a cookie to this energetic mouse run the young host ragged, but readers of all ages will come away smiling at the antics that tumble like dominoes through the pages of this delightful picture book.

#polls #book: if you give a mouse a cookie #author: laura numeroff #genre: childrens #genre: classics #year: 1980s

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james would receive the letter from cordelia, not even open it, run around to cordelia's house naked with a dozen roses in his mouth (forget that it's winter there currently) and burst into the house when they're having dinner

#laura reads the last hours #cordelia just like 'what' and james is like I GOT YOUR LETTER #GOD JAMES I WROTE GO TALK TO MATTHEW HOW'D YOU MISINTERPRET THAT I HAD IT SENT BY NEDDY NOT CHRISTOPHER #james slinks away while cordelia is pouting angrily and alastair is just like 'he does have a nice butt i can see what you like about him'#james just like 'guess i better see matthew at least he'll have a few feather boas and scarves for warmth'#arrives at matthew's door fully naked holding several now-wilted red roses and matthew's eyes widen just like 'oh by the angel'#'i thought this day would never come' matthew whispers before pulling james into his arms #'we can't we're parabatai---' james starts but they tumble onto matthew's bed kissing passionately

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Best in the Whole World

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

During a visit to Clint’s, Lila doesn’t want to share her Auntie Nat

Note: Okay so this sort of takes place in like the post age of ultron ish time period, so the Barton kids are young. I just think a lot of this era of Nat and how she interacts with Clint’s kids, so I wrote a little something. It’s lots of chosen family fluff. Enjoy!

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Since the two of you got married, you and Natasha have been meaning to go for a visit to Clint’s farm. He’s been there instead of the compound and you know Nat misses him greatly. And she always is open to see the kids and Laura.

So, you find yourselves pulling into their driveway now on a warm Saturday evening. As soon as you put the car in park, the family is running out of the house to greet you.

“Auntie Nat!” Lila yells as she smiles so wide at her that her cheeks hurt.

“Hey Lila, come here,” Nat says as she steps out of the car and lifts her up into her arms. “Lila, Coop, you remember y/n, yeah?”

“Yeah, hey,” Cooper greets you with a shy smile. You return a greeting. That’s when Laura cuts in. She’s got baby Nate in her arms.

“Hey y/n,” she says as she hugs you.

“Hey, how are you?” You reply.

“Currently I’m great. Very happy that you’re here,” she says.

“We’re happy to be here,” you say.

Clint and Cooper grab your bags, despite your protests that you can do it yourself, and you head into the house.

You walk in and remember how much this house feels like a home. There’s a certain level of comfort you get from this house and you’re sure that’s why Natasha has always been so fond of this place and these people.

“You two go on and get settled in. I’ve got dinner started and we’ll have a nice relaxing night in,” Laura says.

“Thank you,” Nat says as she hugs her. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, honey,” Laura replies.

The two of you head upstairs to Natasha’s old room that you now both share when you’re here. You take a few minutes to unpack some things and get settled in.

“Are you ready to go back down? I believe on the phone last week we promised Lila some tea party time,” Nat says with a grin. She wraps an arm around your waist as you two begin to go back downstairs.

As soon you hit the last step, Lila is there begging for you two to play with her. And neither of you can resist the cute way she asks, so you play tea party until dinner.

“So, I’m thinking tomorrow we can go to the pond and maybe do some fishing if you’d like?” Clint suggests over dinner.

“Sounds good,” you say.

“Nat?” Clint asks. She’s distracted from feeding Nate, but she still heard the conversation.

“I’m in,” she says. “As long as you don’t scare the fish away like the last time,” she says pointedly.

“Woah,” Clint puts his hands up in mock surrender. “How was I supposed to know that the rocks would scare them?”

Everyone laughs and Laura moves the conversation along to how things are going with the team. You and Nat fill them in on what’s been going on.

Not long after dinner, you and Nat retire your room for the night.

“Thanks for bringing me with you, Nat,” you say as you lay down next to her in bed.

“Thanks for coming, detka. I love you,” Natasha says. She shifts to hover over you. You reach up to softly caress her cheeks.

“I love you too, beautiful,” you say.

She leans down to kiss you. It’s soft, but passionate as she kisses you with all of her love.

“Goodnight,” she says as she lays down next to you and you snuggle into her chest.

“Night babe,” you reply.

The two of you fall into a slumber, but you are awakened by the sound of little feet tumbling into the room.

Natasha sits up first, her ears more trained for listening for footsteps, and she sees Lila standing by the bed. You stir next to her.

“What are you doing, Li?” She asks quietly.

“I can’t sleep,” she whispers back.

“I’m sorry, baby. Come here,” Nat says, opening her arms for Lila to climb into.

The little girl settles against Natasha, but soon she wants to lay next to her instead. She moves there but when she feels you against her side she looks at you.

“Um, excuse me Auntie y/n, you’re in my spot,” Lila says and you try to hold back a laugh at her comment. Natasha does the same, but she’s grinning as you look to her for help.

“Oh, Lila no you gotta share the bed with both of us. Auntie y/n is my wife, which means she’s sleeping here with me,” Nat tries to explain but Lila only shakes her head.

“No, I want to sleep next to you,” she says matter of factly.

“You are sleeping next to me, baby,” Nat says. “And you’re sleeping next to Auntie y/n. And I’ll let you in a little secret, she gives the best cuddles in the world.”

“The whole world?” Lila asks.

“Yep. The best in the whole world,” Natasha says with a certain sweetness in her voice that makes you swoon. Lila gasps.

“I want the best cuddles in the whole world, please,” Lila says to you.

“You got it, sweet girl,” you say, opening your arms for her. She accepts your embrace and snuggles up against you. Natasha watches on with a smile.

“I better watch out or I’m going to lose my title as favorite aunt,” Natasha jokes.

“Ah, no. No one could ever replace you Natasha. You’re the best in the world,” you say.

“The whole world?” Natasha asks with a laugh.

“The whole wide world,” you reply.

She smiles at you as she joins your cuddles and the three of you fall asleep.

Every night for the rest of your time there Lila finds her way in between you and Natasha, but you don’t mind. You’re just very happy to be loved so much by Natasha’s chosen family. A family that is now yours too. You wouldn’t trade that for the world.

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jackienautism · 2 months

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The fact if Nick was a yt girl and Emma was a guy y’all would lose your minds at the truth or dare scene, hate Emma and sympathize with Nick

(Not saying you have to like Nick it’s fine if you don’t) but the whole logic of “he could have gotten out of the situation but he didn’t” is kind of gross and giving victim blaming vibes??

Emma was there to see him express he was uncomfortable with kissing her but she still initiated it. He probably got awkward and too nervous to stop her. He’s also characterized as someone who “falls in line with others around him” so he most likely lacked the confidence to tell her to stop. Even shot of his face after Emma pulls away, he looks nervous and upset rather than pleased with the kiss.

And your whole logic of “he wants tits and ass” is so inaccurate it’s not even funny lol. He told Jacob to “don’t be gross” when Jacob implied something sexual between Nick and Abi. And the whole pool scene where Nick was saying weird stuff? Him saying “you smell so good” and “I want to taste you” means he LITERALLY wants to taste her. He’s a WEREWOLF. Not defending him in that scene and Abi had the right to be freaked out but I’m saying it’s not sexual. Even Evan Evagora, Nick’s actor, confirmed that he acted the way he did due to the infection and it’s not truly him (there are screenshots of an Instagram story he said that in that are floating around on tumble) so I have no idea where you got the idea that he wanted sex from Abi

what thje FUCK ar eyou even saying right now? ppl fucking HATE EMMA OVER THE TRUTH OR DARE SCENE???????? PPL BARELY SYMPATHIZE W/ HER??????????????? thats just in fucking accurate my guy. NO ONE EVER BRINGS UP NICK'S INVOLVEMENT THATS ALL IM FUCKING SAYING LMAO. PPL ALREADY HATE EMMA OVER IT LIKE I DONT KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOURE TALKING ABOUT

victim blaming for WHAT? please TELL ME.

then why the hell was he there w/ his tongue down emma's throat?????? he didnt have to go all in and yet he did! and also, my friend, his arms / hands were wide fucking open ready for emma? and he also leaned in just as much as her????? ALL IM GODDAMN SAYING IS IT ANNOYS ME THAT PPL ALWAYS BLAME EMMA FOR WHAT HAPPENED. WHEN NICK WAS JUST AS INVOLVED. I DONT CARE WHAT YOU THINK HAPPENED. and i took the shot of his face being nervous or fucking whatever due to jacob literally screaming at them to stopl. and the fucking fact that he just kissed his "crush's" best fucking friend.

mauybe im wrong w/ that, i dont rly fucking care though. i dont care. i jsut took the infected nick as exposing hsi innermost desires. similar to what we've seen w/ the other characters, it makes them super vulnerable and whatever. and i just took some fo what infected nick was saying as him exposing himself! "easy pickins, right off the bone" yeah maybe that was just him being hungry bc hes a werewolf or whatevr but i took it that he was just going after abi bc shes an "easy" target. i dont rly care what the actor has to say sorry. i moreso care abt the writers but like sure i get it. since i like ace laura and ryan and i know both justice and siobhan talked abt it and i take their word for it. i hahd a better explanation as to why i thought nick wanted tits and ass butits been awhile since ive played and i forgot most of my thought process. anyway im gonna go kill myself now i guess.

#im so fucking mad

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CHAPTER TEN

Pairing: Simon Riley aka Ghost x Original female character

Warnings: language, blood, guns, and gun violence

Chapter Summary: Laura gets caught in an ambush, throwing her right at the mercy of her enemies. In the dark, alone, covered in blood, there might be no way she survives this one.

A/N: AYEEE! Okay not much smut or anything in here, but just some more story building. Next chapter is gonna be some HEAVY smut but I had to build to that so if you're one of those who don't care about the story, just skip to next chapter LOL

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I got back into the bar, finding it in me to ignore what had just happened. Every inch of my skin buzzed, my lips swollen and pained from his mouth, from the kisses he lay down my neck. I was desperately grasping at the memories that were vanishing like smoke - I wanted to remember that feeling. There was no way that my treacherous mind would rip those memories of Ghost - Simon - from me.

Soap and Ale were still inside, and when Soap's eyes found mine across the dark, foggy room, I was brutally reminded of the words Simon had spoken against my neck.

"I want you to cum, Laura."

"Soap would do a fine job, I'm sure."

And from across the room, Soap smiled, waved at me.

The sergeant living in my head chuckled, touching me and kissing me and whispering filthy nothings against my warm skin. I had to shake my head to get the image of Soap fucking me out of my mind.

This place was driving me to the brink of insanity.

"Ghost left?" Soap asked, meandering through the crowd like a bullet through glass to get to me. He stood a few inches away, like I was a fire hazard.

I rose my brows, puckered my lips. God, could I make it anymore obvious? "Uh, yeah, he was tired."

Soap stared at me, expressionless. He knew. "Yeah, right, okay, let's get absolutely hammered, yeah?"

The first two drinks went down like water, which helped because I sucked at pool and Soap was a horrible teacher and Ale kept laughing at me.

By the time Gaz walked in, fresh from a shower that I could smell a mile away (he came to impress), I was halfway through my sixth beer, and my skin buzzed.

He caught up to me in no time, flashing a dazzling smile, arm across my shoulder, screaming and swaying to the music playing so loud my chest hurt. With Soap beside me, yelling in whatever language, his skin grazing mine whenever he swayed against me. His knuckles against my biceps, his arm replacing Gaz's, his laugh in my ear. A haunting, a terrible, terrible haunting figure of him stayed imprinted like a scalding brand against my mind.

Because the rest of the night was just a blur.

And the second I woke up, I knew trouble was on the horizon.

I tumbled out of my bunk, still clad in the sweaty, dirty clothes of last night, watching Gaz and Soap run across the RV, splotches of harsh sunlight catching on their skin.

"What's happening?" I mumbled, headache pounding in my skull, still half drunk.

Gaz looked up as he was peeling an old pair of boxers from the floor. "Alvarez is moving cargo today," he said, throwing the dirty thing into the bathroom.

"Cargo?"

"Guns, explosives, ammo."

Soap latched a bulletproof vest onto his shoulders. "And drugs."

I sighed. "Cool, so what then?"

Gaz shrugged. "We catch a couple guys, waterboard them until they give us some kind of valuable information, eh, Soap?"

Soap winked, slapping on the flaps of his vest. "Yes, sir."

I raked my hands in my hair, through the tangled mess of black knots.

"Price will stay with you," Gaz said, slipping on his boots.

I frowned and crossed my arms, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. "Who?"

"Captain Price," Gaz answered. "He'll meet us here in twenty and bring you to comms. You'll be able to quickly identify Alvarez if he's there and also, we can make sure you're not wandering around here willy-nilly."

I opened my mouth, insulted. "Willy-nilly?"

"You do tend to do that a lot, princess," Soap interjected, slipping on gloves that just made his entire outfit look... sexy.

I rolled my eyes, locking myself in the bathroom. I listened to them finish up; lacing their shoes, throwing the worst jokes ever between them. While I brushed my hair and got ready for a shower, I heard them leave, and it gave me peace to know I was alone. Even if it was only for 20 minutes.

I showered and dressed in a green t-shirt that I got from the girls on base, so it was tight enough for me. I got back into my black trousers and laced on some kicks.

I was halfway into a Fruitloops bowl when the door to the RV swung open. Like on instinct, my body tensed, a wash of burning heat flashing down my spine.

But it wasn't Ghost. It was this Price fellow, shadowed in the doorframe with the morning sun burning at his back.

He was tall, his shoulders stretching out the long sleeve tee he was wearing, the color of charcoal. A thick moustache that connected to his beard, under cold and small blue eyes. His hat, a sort of fisherman's dream, made him look almost homely.

"Laura?"

I squinted. "No."

He squinted back, tilting his head to the side like a father scolding a child. "You're not stupid and neither am I," he said. Oh he definitely had kids. He gestured at me with one gloved hand. "Let's get going."

I huffed, dropping my bowl of cereal into the sink and walking out of the RV with Price. He was really tall, I realized, as I climbed down the two wiggling steps of the motorhome. Not as tall as Ghost, but close enough.

Price was galant, holding the door for me, offering his hand. I chose to ignore it, feeling fussy and jittery.

"They said you were somethin' else," he mumbled as he closed the door, letting it swing shut.

I looked back, watching him as the morning sun bathed him in light. "Who said what about me?" I asked, following him with quick steps, trying to keep up with his giant leaps.

The sun blinded me as we made our way through the maze of tents, but I still saw the corner of his lips move into a smirk.

"Is it Johnny?" I asked again. "Or Ale?"

He shook his head. "I bet you'd like to know."

We rounded the corner of the gym building, lounging the wall, the sun so hot and bright here.

"Of course," I answered. "I want to know which one's talking smack about me."

"No one's talking smack about you, Laura."

"It's gotta be Soap."

He turned to me, pining me under his beady blue eyes. But he was sort of smiling. "I like you," he said, and I couldn't help but make a silly grimace. "But stop acting like a baby."

I followed him in silence after that. We walked between the Emergency Room and the Women's Barracks, saved by the shade and the coolness made me sigh in relief.

"Why does everyone wear gloves around here?" I asked. He groaned. "I mean, it's like you guys are organizing some type of mass murder but you're being very careful about fingerprints."

"Shut up."

He opened a door for me that lead into a very somber hallway. The building was the biggest manmade structure on base, and the call of the AC had me scuttling inside to reach the fresh air.

Closing the door, Price let out a groan of relief as well. "Welcome to comms," he said, gesturing with his hand down the somber hall.

"This place is eerie."

The hall echoed our steps as we meandered down, opening a door to the sound of metal hinges and static. Price guided me into a room full of small monitors, like TVs in the 70s, glued to every inch of the four walls.

The room was rather small, which made the boy sitting at the desk seem so out of place.

"Laura," Price said, closing the door behind us. "Meet Private Michaels, our communications technician."

The boy, Michaels, turned in the wheely chair, a horrifying screech coming from the wheels. He had a mass of curly brown hair flopped over his head--so not army appropriate--and he had so many freckles on his face. It made him look no older than eighteen, with round cheeks and hope in his big doe eyes.

"Nice to meet you," I said, following the physical instruction Price was giving me to sit at the desk opposite Michaels.

Price sat in the chair next to me, holding a pair of headphones in his hand. "Put these on," he said.

I did as I was told.

"Here," he instructed, pointing to the monitors in front of me. The white and grey glow of the screens reflected off his face, casting awkward shadows on him, like black, moving smudges.

I turned to the screen, watching as Soap sat down. "Soap," I said, almost hopefully, a smile bursting on my face.

"He can't hear you," Price muttered absentmindedly, taking his hat off to put on his headphones. His hair was short and cropped, a soft brown. "These are bodycams," he explained. "You're viewing Ghost's now. And with these buttons here, you can switch between them."

I looked at his fingers as he played with the keyboard's function button. I did the same on mine, and the view changed, showing Gaz chewing on gum, settled in next to someone's broad shoulder.

"All strapped in boys?" he said, and hearing him through the headphones made me laugh. I felt like I was spying on them. I heard mumbles across the comms, and then I heard an engine starting.

"Michaels," Price said. "Convoy is on the move."

"Convoy 783 Alpha Romeo Alpha Echo is moving towards primary target," Michael repeated, and when I turned, he was holding a mic to his mouth. He quickly panned back to the screen, and I could see an aerial view of the truck in question.

"You can see the drone footage like this," Price said, getting my attention back to my own screens.

He pressed a few buttons on my keyboard, and the screen to my left switched to the drone view.

I followed the little green truck with my eyes, trying to imagine what the guys looked like in there, huddled up. I tried to imagine what they were thinking, if they thought this entire mission was so stupid; since they had to babysit some girl who got caught in the crossfire and chase after a drug lord that should've been easy to catch.

I felt so dumb, so worthless and stupid as I watched the bodycams; seeing Gaz check his weapons, Ghost and his skull mask leaning against the wall of the truck with an empty look in his eyes. Soap with his rifle barrel down, hand on the butt end of it. Ale smoking a cigarette.

These men who had better things to do had become sort of... my friends.

I felt my heart beat a little faster, and the closer they got to the target location, the more I felt blood rush in my ears.

"Convoy has arrived at drop off," Michaels narrated.

"If you see anyone familiar, Laura," Price told me, leaning close to me so I was forced to pay attention. "Tell me."

I nodded, feeling my palms start to sweat. "Yes."

"Squad is 900 yards from target location."

"Switch to Soap or Ghost," Price instructed, and I flipped my view to Ghost, watching the sway of his gun, one of his gloved hands gripping the barrel. "Put Soap on your second monitor."

I did, seeing the ground move beneath his rapid steps, watching them approach a building with a splotch of shade beside it like dark ink.

"500 yards."

I felt a lump rise in my throat.

"Target location acquired. Lieutenant, move your squad into position."

From Ghost's camera, I saw them crowd the building; Soap moving in front of Ghost, towards the entrance. On the other side of the door, Gaz and Ale, nodding to each other in a language unknown to me.

"Moving int-"

And then the entire world went dark.

The monitors closed with a doomed dying sound, a cloak of darkness snapping into the room. No lights. No sounds. Just the echo of my heartbeat and nothing else.

Until Price. "Michaels, what happened."

No response.

"Michaels!"

"Sir, I'm not entirely sure!" the boy answered frantically. I heard the wheels of his chair screech in response.

"Get us back on!"

"Nothing's working sir!"

I heard Price get out of his chair, and he moved, but I couldn't see. Even my hand a few inches from my nose. I was blind.

"Where's the -"

"Sir, I'm trying the breaker box, everything is fried."

"Fried?"

I felt something like a stone drop in my belly, a looming doom rising in my chest like a monster.

Something was terribly wrong.

"Yes, sir, fried."

"How?" Price asked, and his voice, quiet and small, made it seem like he knew the answer to his own question. And then, "How?" and that was an entirely other question.

"I don't know how they got the technology, but I'm assuming-"

"Do you have a weapon?" Price interrupted.

"My side arm, sir."

I felt hands at my shoulders. How could he see in the dark?

"Stay with Laura." He instructed. "Laura, stay here. I'm going to go find a weapon."

"What..." but I trailed off when i heard the door, and my eyes had adjusted just enough to see a darker shadow pass in front of me and leave.

The sound of the shutting door was like an omen.

"Michaels," I whispered.

"It's okay, miss."

My hands turned into fists. "What's happening."

There was a long, strange silence, where I could practically feel the wheels turning in his head, as if he wasn't sure if he should tell me or not.

"There's been..." he trailed off, his voice strained. Then, "There's been an EMP."

I frowned, turning in my chair even though only i was only met with darkness. "A what?"

Again, a short silence. "It's an electromagnetic pulse," he clarified. "It fried our system and I don't know why we can't get it back on. They must be running interference."

I raised my brows. "They can do that?" I fired back. "They can do that to the US Navy?" I was more impressed than anything else.

"I guess."

"But why?" I asked.

Another silence. "For you, I'm thinking."

"Me?"

"You don't seem to realize that you're the only person outside of Alvarez's crew that has seen his face."

"I'm beginning to wonder if that's even true," I said. "He said he was Alvarez. He had the tattoo and all. What if it was a decoy?"

"No one else is allowed to have that tattoo," Michaels explained, seemingly an expert on this. "He kills anyone who even thinks of doing it. He's a kingpin. So yeah, maybe you're right, but I think they wouldn't spend that much money and energy on a whole EMP if you hadn't seen the real Alvarez's face."

In the distance, I heard a door opening and closing. I swallowed my fear, hoping Price was coming with good news.

"You're right," I told Michaels. "But still, I keep hoping this is all a hoax."

Michaels laughed, but it soon died on his lips when the door swung open and a flash, a bang of white hot, orange light burst into the room, illuminating the space in a flash, a moment.

It hung there before me like a tableau. On one side, Michaels on his feet, aiming his gun, a flash erupting from the barrel. On the other, someone else, definitely not Price, wearing black gear and a full face helmet.

I felt hung above this tiny room, watching this scene from a distance, hearing the sounds of gunshots, hearing bodies hitting the floor like marbles in water.

"Michaels!"

I stumbled in the dark, landing on my knees, something wet and so warm seeping through my trousers. On the other side, the sound of choking.

"Michaels!"

I felt around with my hands, wetting them in something thick like yogurt but warm like tea. I found his body with my hands, shaking it.

"Take... this," he stuttered, his voice wet and wretched, scratched and weak. He pressed something into my wet hands, something cold and metallic. The gun.

"No," I mumbled, and i felt the tears tracing down my face, the fear rising up in me when I finally realized what had just happened.

My ears buzzed.

I felt a cold fist reach into my chest and squeeze the air out of my lungs.

I was alone, in the dark, and someone had come in to try to kill me.

Was he dead?

I stood in the dark, with Michaels' gun in my trembling hands. My knees were weak, making it hard to cross the room, stepping on this stranger's dead body.

Disgust built in my throat, lumping in my mouth. I squeezed my eyes, allowing tears to slide off my lashes.

I pressed my hand against the door and pulled it open, moving this man's body with my feet.

I whimpered, disgusted with myself, with the fact that I had blood everywhere on me.

The door was open, but it was still so impossibly dark.

I had to get outside, where I had light, where I could see the sun.

Where was Price?

I pressed one bloody hand on the wall, the other holding the gun before me, shaking, trembling from head to toe. I kept a steady pace, trying to calm my breathing, my racing heart, my tears building along my lash line.

I heard a crash, a shot, footsteps on the other side of the building. I fell into a crouch, holding onto the gun with wet, rigid fingers. I blindly swung it around, finger so close to pulling the trigger.

I had to find light.

I almost screamed when I heard footsteps around the building outside, shouts in a language I couldn't understand.

I stood on shaking knees, the tremble moving into my legs as I took tiny steps towards the door--or what I thought was the door. But as I crept along the wall, my ears fine-tuned to any noise around me, it was clear that the building was surrounded.

It felt like hours went by. It felt like days in there, in the dark. There were shots echoing outside, ricocheting off the building. I could hear the cement tumbling to the ground.

I sat there, back to the wall, in utter silence and darkness, praying no one would come looking for either of the dead bodies in the other room.

But I wouldn't stay in here much longer. I had to get out. Find light. Find Price or Laswell or anybody else.

I stood and made it quietly to the front door, hand on the push bar, heaving in breath after breath. I pushed, holding the gun before my face. A sliver of light appeared, blinding me for a second as I came out.

I heard feet shuffling in the dirt, but the sun was so bright, my eyes hadn't yet adjusted. So I turned, saw a blurry, dark figure.

As soon as my eyes registered a gun pointed right at my head, my brain went into survival mode and I pulled the trigger.

The force of the gun made me tumble back, arm raised to shield from the sun, the potential bullet coming my way. But I just heard a shout of pain.

I raised my head, eyes still squinted. I'd shot the man, dressed in blacks, helmet over his face, bulletproof vest over his chest. I'd shot him right in the forearm, causing his gun to fall to the dirt ground.

"Oh, shit," I mumbled.

He looked up, pressing one hand against the bloody hole in his arm. He said something to me, but I didn't understand. And suddenly, he was charging at me, a few long leaps and he crashed into me, sending us both tumbling to the ground in a cloud of sandy smoke.

My head hit the ground with a sickening thud and I lost the gun, my hands coming up to shield my face. He kept screaming at me, his heavy body pressed flat against mine.

I screamed, pushing at his shoulders, but he meandered his hands around my neck and cut the air from my lungs. My eyes flew wide, watching my reflection in his mask; a wild girl with messy black hair and eyes filled with nothing but terror.

He was straddling me and there was no way I was strong enough to buck him off. But I tried anyway, planting my feet against the ground but with no air in my lungs, my face burning, lips swelling, my feet just resorted to scrambling against the dirt.

My vision was closing.

I tried to scream, but my mouth stayed open and I watched my reflection quietly go dark.

This was finally the end for me.

My eyes went dark and my hearing turned to a sharp ringing. He fell over me, relieved almost, so heavy like deadweight. I thought he was spitting on me, something wet slapping on my face, warm and gooey.

But then his fingers relaxed around my neck and I took a strong, loud gasp of air. I stared at the clear blue skies, watching my assailant's form like a huddled black mass laid right over me.

Did I die?

And then Ghost's mask came into view, over me, pulling the man from my body. With his weight lifted off, I coughed, gulping in air like a parched man with water.

I put my hands over my face, feeling the wet, dried crust of... blood?

It hadn't registered in my brain that the man had died. But why else was Ghost here? And when my fingers came back blood red, caked in Michaels' and two other man's blood, the fear that built in me came out like a shriek.

I felt hands at my shoulders, hoisting me up, and I turned, ready to punch, claw, kick, and scream my way out. But I only saw Soap's face, splattered with blood and torn with fear. He grabbed my face with two hands, bringing his eyes up to mine.

"Tell me you're okay," he breathed.

I was heaving, nodding frantically, grabbing onto his forearms like an anchor.

He sighed, relieved, pulling me against him. He kept one hand in my hair, the other stroking my chin.

"Soap, what's happening?" I asked, gripping onto his bulletproof vest.

I turned in his embrace, watching Ghost kick the body to the side and rip the helmet off. Someone, Ghost or Soap, had shot him clear through the neck. A gaping, bloody hole tore through his trachea.

"I would've kept him alive just to hurt him even more," Ghost said through clenched teeth. He was in his full army-issued uniform, complete with his tactical vest, his helmet, gloves.

When he turned to me, I saw the heavy look he gave me through the holes in his skull mask. The bone-white was sprinkled with dots of red.

He was angry.

"I'm so sorry I got out," I mumbled.

Soap hushed me, a finger on my lower lip, wiping the blood off, comforting me. Ghost stood, walking slowly up to us. He pushed the strap of his rifle over his shoulder, letting the weapon hang at his side, and reached out to brush a strand of hair out of my face.

"Not your fault," he mumbled. I looked up slowly, meeting his gaze. He was so close to us. With Soap holding onto my waist, Ghost's hands skimming down my neck, I finally felt safe.

It was so strange, having a dead body inches from my feet, and two grown men with the warmth of the sun cajoling me with comforting caresses down my spine, along my shoulders.

"We need to get her out of here," Soap mumbled. He'd buried his face in my hair, kissing along my hairline. The intimate gesture made me shiver.

I closed my eyes when I felt Ghost's hands along my waist.

Soap wrapped one arm around my shoulders steering me along. I watched as Ghost took back his weapon, walking in front of us as we rounded the corner of the comms building.

"They killed Michaels," I mumbled.

Soap pressed me closer to him.

"I had to take his gun," I continued. I shivered at the thought of his blood on my fingers. Of him dying alone in there, in the dark, with some strange body next to his.

We jogged to the barracks building, one I recognized from my time getting clothes from the women on base. We entered silently, the place quiet and dark.

"We should wait until they've got comms back on," Ghost said, closing the door behind us and hurrying us into the hall.

"Are we sure all shadows have been eliminated?" Soap asked.

"Dunno," Ghost mumbled, ripping open a door and ushering us inside. It was cold but the curtains were open and light swooped in, illuminating the few bunks in the room.

"We should wait out here until then," Ghost instructed, heading over to the curtains and pulling them shut, squeezing all light out of the room.

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