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echo-three-one · 3 years

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Whatever It Takes

Sequel to A Forgotten Memory

Back at the base, the team desperately hopes to find MacTavish but is surprised by uninvited guests.

Chapter 12 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

Previous Chapter : The Berlin Tower

Uninvited Guests

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Task Force 141

Task Force 141 Base - Infirmary

It's been 18 hours since the heartbreaking news, everyone already lost hope but a few comrades still clung on a little string of possibility.

The nurse guided Gary's left arm and slung it over his shoulders and told him he was good to go. He got his injuries assisting INTERPOL in Paris, along with Ghost in hopes of finding Augutus. Gary initially handled the situation but one bad sidestep caused him to fall on his arm, and good thing it's only considered minor damage.

But enough of him, he thought to himself. He had to address the elephant in the room. John 'Soap' MacTavish was M.I.A.

When Ryder's team got back from Berlin, France's face was plastered with despair, she held back tears all throughout the ride and ran to Gary as soon as they cleared their report.

Gary helped being a sponge to absorb her sadness and a shoulder to cry on, France is really a tough lass, but she opened up on how Soap not making it home felt a different level of hurt. Gary assumed she already got attached to the guy, but kept it to himself, especially that Simon was with them helping her cope up with her burst of emotions.

"I should've…" she sobbed. Gary rubbed her back and empathized with her, as they coped up with the loss of a comrade.

"He survived." Gary spoke, Ghost and France looked at him, their faces looked puzzled but hopeful at the same time. France couldn't help but hug the determined soldier as Ghost agreed in the background. They should put their faith on him, Soap will survive.

"Come on now. Show us that smile." Ghost nudged, making France smile a little and wiped off her tears. She was too lucky to be teammates with them and they were there when she needed them the most.

The wholesome moment stopped as soon as soldiers in battle gear jogged across the hall, one soldier opened the infirmary door and yelled.

"We're under attack! Grab these and help us defend against the intruders!" he said, tossing assault rifles to the soldiers. Ghost caught them and immediately checked his gun. Gary held his on one hand, it could work but he has to account for the recoil.

"Under attack? By who?" Gary asked as they shuffled to exit the infirmary.

"Guess we'll find out." Ghost said as they followed the wave of soldiers exiting the building. Above them, the clear blue sky was filled with small dots that gradually grew huge, they parachuted from the sky down to the forest near the base.

"No bloody way." Ghost said as a loud sniper fire ringed their ears making them look toward the source.

"Let's get a move on! Defensive stances everyone. Don't let them get our HVI's! Hold until they're safely extracted!" Captain Price yelled, firing another bullet, hitting falling parachuters dead before they even touched the ground.

The trio immediately ran to the weapons cache and equipped their gear, positioning themselves for an all out attack. Gary's heart raced, this wasn't what he expected to happen here at the 141, but here they were.

"Careful out there." Simon told the two as they nodded in unison. His sniper skills were needed to significantly reduce their defenses. Gary winced in pain as he threw his sling away, holding the gun with two hands, trying not to mind the pain from his broken arm. There was no room for error, he must make his every bullet count.

"141, this is Alex. Our HVIs are safe inside the bunker. Extraction team ETA is in 30 minutes." Alex muttered over the comms.

"First wave of tangos spotted emerging from the trees!" One of the soldiers reported. The comms continued informing everyone else about the situation requesting back ups and reporting sightings. Roach and France set themselves on the front of the base overlooking the river. The same exact place where he saw Soap and Price sneak out to smoke cigars.

"This place…" France muttered.

"It gives a perfect view of what's beyond the river. That's where the extraction team's going to land." Gary noted, noticing France's change in expression. Something about this place must've bothered her. And Gary stayed alert on his surroundings.

"Sightings on the East." one soldier noted behind the noise of the gunfire. Gary and France crept slowly, looking for a place to cover a wider angle.

"Is no one going to assist us here?" France asked unaware that she broadcasted her question which was supposed to be only for Roach.

"From the looks of it, none. Looks like Nero's already starting his first move." Captain Price replied.

"141, this is General Shepherd. Looks like our friend's ready to face us head on. Secure our HVIs to safety, I've got bigger fish to fry as he's starting an assault on New York." he interjected, leaving command to the British Captain.

"So it begins, huh?" Gary muttered.

"All right lads and lassies, you heard the big guy. Defend and retreat." Price stated, as everyone else nodded in agreement.

The initial onslaught was quite tolerable. None of the invaders made it out near the gates as snipers already crippled half of the defenses. Despite the enemies being known for their usage of EMP-based weaponry, the comms and radars were still working fine. Maybe it was too heavy to carry all the way to the UK.

The force almost felt confident that they'll make it, the airdrop already stopped and most troops are probably in the forest, regrouping and prepared for something bigger. That's where Gary's group comes in.

Their tiny group is to recon any activity inside their drop zone. France reported that almost half of the parachutes were decoy dummies and most of those who made it out of the forest were the only real ones.

Static filled their ears while France was reporting and they braced themselves for what's going to happen next.

Raising his rifle, Gary once again winced and endured the pain of his supporting arm and tracked down his sights. He didn't see anything but his gut was telling him something sinister is going to unfold very soon.

The ringing grew louder until he's forced to take off his earpiece, as he slowly crept into the forest and stayed alert for any movement. The team splitted up earlier to get a wider coverage for recon, so shooting at sight is not advised. Gary knew a clearing was going to be there on the far end of the forest and theorized that it's the place the remaining soldiers would most likely regroup.

He circled around and hid behind the tree as he heard clanking metal and busy shuffling by the clearing. His heart sped up as he peeked half of his head to the clearing and saw about five people working on assembling something, three armed people circling around three of his comrades who were bound and silenced. That meant that he was alone.

The assemblers happily cackled as they built their machine. That was their plan. Mannequins or decoys carried the parts while some of the assemblers and defenders were mixed along with the drop so they could sneakily create an EMP machine without suspicion. Nero's one smart son of a bitch.

A full magazine. Gary noted as he checked his weapon. It isn't suppressed and he's worried some defenders are still creeping into the jungle. He's glad the three aren't killed yet, for reasons unknown to him.

One of the assemblers approached the defender, saying something. Gary couldn't make it out but his body language says distress.

"One of.. the pieces are missing… Look for them near your base… we'll be behind you watching your every move. Do something else and we will shoot you, and once these guys hear a gunshot, your friends will say goodbye. Not returning in five minutes and I'll also shoot these two and they do the same to you" he said loudly, Gary gulped as France nodded, guns pointed at her were used to push her forward as they searched the forest for the missing piece.

Two guards were with her, a silent takedown meant that one will still be able to hear him and could fire his gun, and the clearing was too open for him to sneak in and kill the remaining guard. Gary pondered about his choices, he could look for the missing piece and stall them but the five minute timer would be the second problem.

The machine menacingly hummed and Gary's earpiece still isn't working. He needed help and hoped that reinforcements would arrive just in time for the five minute mark.

"Uninvited Guests"

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Task Force 141

Task Force 141 Base - Rooftop

Ever since Roach's squad stepped into the forest for some recon, they fell silent. Price tried to contact them multiple times but they didn't reply. Simon's hunch is that there may be an EMP machine with them, but he knew full well that only humans dropped from that excuse of an air assault.

His eyes scanned the vast greenery, looking at rustling leaves, flying birds and crawling animals, wishing that the next set of movements were from the recon team.

Or France's…

Simon liked her determination since day one, he wanted to tell her a lot of things but she's always preoccupied and never had the chance to talk to her alone. Sometimes he wished he was the one that caught that blast so that they could bond together by the infirmary. It's almost sad to think that he wanted that. Gary already told him multiple times to actually express what he felt, but that just doesn't go that way. It's easier said than done. What hurts more is that she looked awfully devastated at Soap being M.I.A. the kind of sadness you feel when you lost someone you loved and he was sure that she loved him more than that of a friend.

Leaves rustled by the forest and France emerged from it. She was weaponless and her face looked troubled, she looked scared.

"You seeing this, Sir?" he muttered to his Captain.

"Aye. Hold still, looks like she's on a situation down there." Price replied. France's hands signaled hold fire, she almost predicted that the team might locate someone behind her and took the initiative of warning them. She picked up a piece of metal on the ground and slowly proceeded back to the forest.

"Bollocks! She looked like she's in trouble. Go assist her, Ghost." Price ordered and Ghost immediately went down the rooftops, switching his gear to stealth mode and dashed through the forest.

"ETA in 15… tes…" static crackled across his earpiece, making him remove the equipment and proceed with caution. That's why they weren't responding, the whole forest is actually jammed. That meant that the piece of metal is part of the machine. He must get it before it's too late, his mind started to lose focus and worry about France, so he ran, he ran far enough that he saw movement by a large tree near the clearing. He aimed his sights and crouched, aiming the person's head.

That head… it was Roach's. He was safe.

Simon slowly crept and went to Roach's aid. He was fine but he looked lost in thought.

"Roach, you okay?" he asked. Roach looked at his watch.

"Thirty More seconds and they're dead." he whispered as noise filled the clearing once again, making the two peek.

"Wow. Just in time!" he clapped and tied France back to her group. The machine was complete and the assemblers quickly finished their job.

"There we go. All complete." he pointed his gun at the three, as Ghost angrily gripped his weapon.

"Thank you for your service." The man muttered and laughed, his head immediately burst before he could make the shot.

Everyone shuffled and the assemblers panicked, Roach fired the other runners while Ghost finished off the rest of the armed enemies.

"Let's get out of here, now!" Roach quickly untangled the rest of his team as they made a run for it, away from the machine as possible.

Midway through the jungle a huge pulse of air pushed them as the machine emitted a loud ring, making them kneel and cover their ears.

Their comms were down. They had no idea what's going to happen next. When extraction will arrive, are the two HVIs still safe. All of those questions will remain unanswered until communication is restored or they could confirm it by seeing for themselves.

Next Chapter : Alex and Augustus

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#horRAYfic #whateverittakes #gary roach sanderson #john price #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #alex echo 3 1 #juju on that beat

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thefloorisbalaclava · 4 years

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Everywhere - Chapter 5

Pairing: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader

A/N: A lot happens in this chapter and it’s the longest one so far, I think. It’s based around the song Bleed To Love Her by Fleetwood Mac (of course).

Summary: To deal with some unwanted feelings, you run off and get yourself into some trouble.

Warnings: canon-typical violence

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Tagging: @longitud-de-onda @pascalisthepunkest @misslolasworld @aeryntheofficial @mrsparknuts @theringostarfanclub @huliabitch @thinemineours @flapjacques @opheliaelysia

You weren't surprised that you had woken up late and you were sure Steve and Javier would forgive you for not being on time. Neither of them had come looking for you so that meant nothing important had happened.

You stepped out into the sun and groaned, immediately putting your sunglasses on and hailing a taxi. One day you'd be brave enough to drive on these Colombian streets but today wasn't that day.

Outside the station, you paid the driver and thanked him. You made your way inside and walked to the shared office but stopped when you heard your name through the crack in the door. That was Javier's voice. Why was he talking about you?

"You have my blessing, man," Steve joked. You could hear the teasing smile in his voice.

"Fuck off, Murphy." You heard a chair creak and assumed he had sat down. He sighed. "As gorgeous as she is it would never work. She told me she didn't wanna get too familiar." He said it in a sort of mocking tone.

"And we all know how familiar you like to get," Steve said and they both laughed.

"And the kind of women I like to get familiar with," Javier replied, laughing again.

"I don't know, man. Maybe it's time for a change and...she's a good woman." Steve's words made you smile.

"I'm not looking for good right now," Javier rebuked. He was about to say something else but you had heard enough. You pushed the door open and both men reacted as if they had been caught in the act.

"Morning." You took your sunglasses off and hung them from your shirt. You waved the smoke away from your face before walking over to the window and opening it. A few papers blew off Javier's desk onto the floor.

"Hey," he spat.

"Oops." You made your way over to Steve's desk and leaned on it. He looked at you, most likely noticing how you hadn't looked in Javier's direction even once. "What?"

"Nothing." Steve looked down at some papers on his desk.

You scanned the paper in your hand until something caught your eye. When you stood up straighter both men looked at you.

"What is it?" Javier asked but you ignored him before walking out, taking the paper with you.

You did this every time you were upset. I mean, you really had no right to be upset over what Javier said, but you were and now you were on your way to a suspected hideout. Alone. The danger, the adrenaline from the danger, would keep your mind on something else for the time being. Sure, they would both be pissed off, but screw 'em.

You had the officer drop you off a few blocks away but told him to stay close by just in case. He nodded before driving off. You walked a few blocks and slowly approached the building that had been described on the paper in your pocket. It looked like any other building in Colombia and you assumed that was the point. It wasn't going to have a huge sign that told you it was a hideout. With one hand on your holster, you moved down one of the alleys closest to the building and made your way around to the back. Open doors always made your job easier so when you spotted one you slipped inside quietly but still pulled out your sidearm.

It was eerily quiet and you almost wished you had let the guys know where you were going. You remembered that you had asked one of the officers to stay nearby and that made you feel a little better, but…

There was a sound behind you and you turned but saw nothing. You were on edge and quietly radioed the officer you had told to wait nearby telling him to get there as quickly as he could. Something didn't feel right. You always trust your gut. It's how you got so far in the first place. Suddenly another voice came crackling through.

"Hey! I got her!" Javier said to someone on his end.

"Peña?"

"Where the fuck are you? We just heard you radio someone for help." As he spoke you checked your surroundings. If anyone was here they knew you were here now. You almost responded but switched the walkie talkie off instead. Your guard was down thanks to him and you hadn't heard the person sneaking up behind you until it was too late. The cool metal pressed into the back of your head.

"Suelta el arma," the man commanded. You rolled your eyes and held onto your gun.

"You won't kill me." You weren't sure if he understood you or not. Wouldn't matter much if he decided to pull the trigger anyway.

In heavily-accented English, he spoke, "Who said I will kill you? Turn around. Despacio."

You turned to him slowly with your gun hanging from your pointer finger loosely. The man snatched it away and tucked it into the back of his pants. When he looked at you again his eyes only stayed on your face for a moment before they trailed down your body lasciviously. He reached out and you were ready to attack but he only went for your radio. Without a word, he dropped it then stomped on it a few times shattering it easily.

Your hands trembled above your head as you steadied your breathing. "What now?" you asked and the man's gaze shifted to something or someone behind you. Reflexively, you turned only to be met with another man attempting to put a sack over your head. You fought as long as you could, but a punch to the gut and then a kick had you doubled over. One of them mumbled something in Spanish about trying to do it the easy way before the butt of one of their guns slammed into your temple and your world went black.

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There were voices. Lots of them. Some spoke quietly while others mumbled. Your head throbbed and wherever you were was hot. You felt sticky and uncomfortable from the humidity. You tried to speak but nothing came out. The room around you slowly came into focus and one of the men noticed you waking up. Something dripped down your face. Sweat? No, blood. You remember the feeling of the pistol cracking against the side of your head. You wanted to reach up and wipe the blood away but your hands were tied behind your back.

One of the men walked over to you with a cup of water and held it out to you as if he was going to let you drink, but poured it down the front of your shirt instead. The tank top clung to you even more now and you were relieved you decided to go with a black top today. The man walked away laughing at the way you glared at him. Another man kept watching you and he whispered something to one of them before making his way over to you. The only thing you could think of was what that man yelled at you as he was getting arrested. All those things he said he and his friends would do to you and...you would much rather be dead.

"Don't fuckin' touch me!" you shouted. You kicked at the man and he laughed at you along with the others. He crouched in front of you, grabbing your legs and enjoying the way you squirmed. Your screams fell on deaf ears but you didn't stop. One of your kicks connected and the man fell over grabbing himself. He shouted angrily before someone stormed over and hit you so hard your ears rang and you slowly lost consciousness again.

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You jumped at the sound of a door being kicked in. At least that's what it sounded like. Then gunshots. Lots of them. Screams of pain and bodies hitting the floor. Footsteps. Running footsteps.

"She's in here! Shit!" Someone touched you gently and you flinched away.

"Don't...don't…" You kicked weakly and tried sitting up but spots appeared in your vision and your head spun.

"Calm down! Stop moving!" Javier shouted. You felt his hands holding your arms still. He was cutting you free but you hadn't noticed. You laid there, eyes opening and closing slowly.

"Can she walk?" Someone asked. Wait. That was Steve. He was here. You tried speaking once again but were too weak.

"I don't think so." Javier leaned in closer to you. "What did they do to you?" he asked angrily. You weren't sure if he had wanted you to answer or if he had been thinking out loud. He went to move you and you cried out.

"...hurts," you murmured.

Javier seemed to be relieved to hear you speak again. "Your ribs?" You nodded. "Murphy, can you…" Before he could finish asking, Steve was bringing you a glass of water and kneeling beside Javier. He held the glass to your lips and helped you drink, taking in your appearance.

"She might need stitches for that. Here." He handed Javier the glass and pulled out a handkerchief to carefully wipe some of the blood away from your lip, nose, and head. "You're fuckin' reckless. I ever tell you that?" You smiled weakly at him but he didn't smile back. He was serious. Steve rarely got angry at you but right now he was.

"Should we try to move her?" Javier asked. Steve nodded and Javier looked at you. "This is gonna hurt but we gotta get you outta here. Hold onto me, okay?" He picked you up and you shouted in pain then bit your lip. "Sorry." Your head still felt heavy so you rested it against his chest as he carried you outside to the waiting ambulance. He placed you on the stretcher carefully and lingered as they put you into the ambulance.

"You riding with her?" Steve asked Javier. He hesitated then looked at you and nodded. "I'll meet you there." He walked away and Javier climbed into the ambulance and sat quietly.

"I…I got blood on you." Your voice was still weak.

He looked down at his light blue button up that was now stained with your blood and shrugged. "I have others."

"I like the pink one," you mumbled. Did you say that out loud? Why would you say that? You could blame it on being knocked over the head a few too many times but it was out there now and you couldn't take it back. Luckily, the EMT began asking questions and checking on you, blocking your view of Javier. You tried your best to respond, but your head was all kinds of messed up right now and even the Spanish you did know couldn't be conjured up.

"I...yo…" You closed your eyes in frustration but they flew open when Javier began speaking to the EMT. Your face was still hidden by the EMT but you smiled. When he moved, you were already looking in Javier's direction. "Thanks."

"De nada." He winked and tapped your shoulder awkwardly. "You gonna tell me why you did what you did today?"

You shook your head. "Just wasn't thinking." It was an outright lie and you suspected he knew that as well.

"You're a bad liar, negrita."

"I heard," you blurted.

"Heard?"

You nodded. "You and Steve. This morning. He said I was a good woman and you said you weren't looking for good…"

He sighed and dragged his hand over his face. "Look...you gotta know by now what kinda guy I am. I--"

"You don't have to explain yourself to me. I get it." You forced yourself to smile at him as the ambulance stopped and the doors opened. There was so much he wanted to say but couldn't. He didn't know how. He jumped down out of the ambulance and followed from a distance as they wheeled you inside. You were happy for the distraction. That conversation was one for another time. If you ever had it again.

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After a few days in the hospital, you were released and Connie was happier than anyone. Steve had sent her to bring you home and she gave you a good looking over before pulling you into her arms.

"I was scared to death. We all were," she said, finally letting you breathe. You walked to the car and she helped you get in. Your ribs were going to be sore for a while and the bruising on your face would go away in time. "Even Javier," she said, closing your door to speed walk over to the driver's side and get in. "Steve told me."

"Okay."

"Okay? That's all you have to say?" She started the car and began driving.

"Yes. Now if you don't mind, I really don't wanna talk about him right now. I want to go home and...forget everything that happened on that day."

"Sorry." She drove silently the rest of the way. When she got to the building, she offered to help you inside but you declined. "Okay, well, if you need anything just call."

"Thanks Connie." You closed the car door and made your way inside slowly. The stairs took a lot out of you but you made it to your door without much hassle. You looked behind you at Javier's door but quickly turned away and walked into your apartment.

You immediately walked to your window and closed the curtains then walked to your bedroom and did the same to the windows in there. It felt like you hadn't properly breathed since everything had happened. You undressed, removing the wrapping from your stomach, and took a shower, collapsing and curling up under the hot water. How long had you sat there? You had no idea but by the time you got out then hot water had run out.

Your first mistake after getting out of the shower was looking at yourself in the mirror. Your cheek was bruised and the cut on your lip was an ugly color that not even your brown skin could hide. You dropped your towel and stared at the extensive bruising on your stomach. Your ribs were healing but it would be a while before all the bruising went away. You got your bandaging from the bed and wrapped yourself back up. You tried to get dressed but you only made as far as your panties and bra before you collapsed on your bed and refused to move.

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When you woke up you weren't sure if hours or days had passed and you really didn't care. You were thirsty though so you got yourself out of bed, wincing slightly, grabbed your robe, and made your way to the kitchen. Water had never tasted so good. You drank and drank until you needed to catch your breath.

"Slow down," you breathed. "Slow down."

Knock knock knock.

You made your way to the door, pulling the robe tighter around yourself before peeking out.

"Javier?" you whispered.

"Uh yeah. Brought you some food because I have a feeling you haven't eaten since you got back home."

"Javi...I really don't want--" He pushed the door open and you stumbled backward. "Javier!" You locked the door then hugged yourself and walked to the other side of the room. He switched a light on and you closed your eyes.

"That's better. Now get over here and eat," he said, pulling food out of the bag he had placed on your table.

"I'm not hungry." Your back was to him but you could hear that he stopped moving. You could feel his eyes on you.

"I think you are." He walked over to you and you lowered your head, hugging yourself tighter. "You're not gonna look at me?" You shook your head. The truth was, you didn't want him to look at you. You were embarrassed by how beat up you were.

"My face…," you started. "I don't look…"

"I don't care."

You took a deep breath and turned slowly but kept your head down. When Javier tucked his fingers under your chin to lift your head, you gasped. You couldn't look into his eyes even then but looked at his shirt instead.

"The pink one," you murmured.

"Your favorite."

You looked up at him without even noticing. "I never said that…"

"Got you to look at me," he teased. He ran his thumb over your bruised cheek then over your lip. "How are you feeling?"

"I don't know." For some reason you put your hands on his chest. "And I never said this shirt was my favorite. I said that I like it." You tugged on his collar as if you were fixing it then smoothed it down. "Pink looks good on you...I mean...it's actually more of a salmon but-"

Suddenly his lips were on yours. Javier Peña was kissing you and you weren't stopping him. No. You were kissing him back. It was heated and passionate and perfect. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you actually moaned. He walked you backwards until your legs hit the table then he was lifting you and placing you on it without breaking the kiss once. Your fingers twisted into his thick hair messing up his usually neat style. When you finally pulled away and opened your eyes, you were sure he had never looked better--messy hair, kiss-swollen lips, a slight flush to his olive skin.

"Fuck...shit...I'm sorry." He put a hand over his mouth and chuckled.

"So you didn't mean to kiss me?" you asked.

He put his hands on his hips and looked at you. "I don't know.." You scoffed and looked down but soon he was lifting your head again. "But this time...I do…" And he was kissing you again. Your robe began falling from your shoulders and you remembered that you were only wearing your underwear. He grabbed your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the table so you were pressed up against him. You could feel him and that's when you knew…

This had to stop.

"Javier…," you sighed between kisses, "Javi...we gotta stop…"

With a growl, he pulled back from you and turned away. You got off the table and fixed your robe before sitting down. "You want me to go?" he asked, his back still to you.

"No. I want you to stay. Please." You looked at him until he turned and looked at you. "Sit with me."

"Okay...okay." He sat down at the table and offered you some food.

"Why are you so far away?" You leaned in and took the food from him.

"Because if I get any closer to you I might not be able to control myself...again." His fingers brushed against yours as he took the container of food back from you. The rush you got from that simple touch was too much. He must have felt it too because he locked eyes with you and bit his lip before looking away.

"Thank you for this, Javier." You smiled at him then began eating.

"My pleasure," he said quietly. The tone of his voice nearly made you drop your fork.

Mine too, you thought. Mine too.

Once again she steals away Then she reaches out to kiss me And how she takes my breath away Pretending that she don't miss me

Ooh, I would bleed to love her

#Javier Peña #Javier Peña x fem!reader #Narcos #Pedro Pascal #headcanon

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damn-behzinga · 4 years

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Simon In The Bathroom

Simon Minter Centric

summary - Simon gets ditched by his one friend at a party, now he’s crying in the bathroom

warnings - crying, panic attack references, being ditched by friends, swearing, low self esteem

a/n - based heavily on Michael In The Bathroom from Be More Chill which you can listen to here

masterlist & request info - REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Simon didn't expect his Saturday night to include him sneaking into the party at one of the biggest houses he'd ever seen. He tried his best to blend in and to try to find his best friend in the sea of drunk people. He continued to avoid everyone the best he could as he searched for his best friend.

Simon quickly noticed him in the sea of people sat a few meters away. Simon watched wearily, fighting the instinct to go and slap JJ's face for even thinking about hanging around those people. JJ excused himself from the table, smiling politely before exiting the room and walking up the stairs. Simon followed, trying his best not to look creepy as he waited for JJ outside the bathroom.

The door opened and immediately Simon was face to face with a startled JJ.

"Can we talk?" Simon begged.

JJ looked around, hesitating slightly as he whispered, "Okay."

Simon smiled walking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.

"I didn't know you were here," JJ said, eyebrows furrowed.

"I wasn't invited." Simon shrugged.

JJ was about to speak but Simon swiftly cut him off.

"But that's not important. JJ, what's going on? You've been ignoring me." He asked. "Did I do something?" He rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at his best friend.

"You didn't do anything," JJ stated firmly.

"Well, it sure feels like I did!" Simon retorted. "I looked into the management. Jide, you need to get out of there, I talked to a guy who used to work with them - he's in therapy now. We can find a loophole in the contract or-"

"Can't you just be happy for me?" JJ snapped. "I've worked hard for this."

"I'm not saying you haven't, Jide, but they're manipulating you!"

"They're helping me!" JJ exclaimed. "It's my life, Simon. And you know what? I don't think I want you part of it anymore." And with that, JJ turned and ran out the door. Simon stared at the door before quickly walking towards it and locking the door.

It felt as though someone had suddenly broken every one of his ribs and stabbed them into his heart. He slid down the door, slowly sitting down and resting his head between his knees.

Simon felt so lonely in the small bathroom despite one of the biggest parties he's ever sneaked into going on a room away. What happened to him and JJ against the world? He hadn't done anything wrong had he? So, why was Simon feeling the loneliest he's felt in a long time? His only friend had just ditched him, for a shitty management company.

Simon in the bathroom at a party, he didn't know how much time had passed. He was no longer Simon and JJ, it was Simon. He was just Simon in the bathroom, all alone.

Simon hugged his knees when he heard five fast knocks on the door.

He ignored them, too submerged in his sadness. The knocks started again.

"No, you can't come in!" Simon exclaimed at the knocks.

"Other people need to use the bathroom you know!" The girl yelled back.

"I'm on my period," Simon replied, making his voice slightly higher pitched. He cursed himself for the shitty excuse.

"Oh. Take your time." The girl said, kinder this time, her heels signalling her exit.

Simon sighed and grieved the friendship that quickly got flushed away. He didn't understand how fifteen years of friendship could be thrown away so quickly. Thrown away for a dodgy management company who told JJ to never talk to his friends and family again.

Simon needed to leave this shitty party as soon as possible because he didn't know if he could handle the people questioning who he was and why he was at the party. He wanted to go home, just sit in his room and watch some shitty horror movie.

He went to reach for the door handle when he heard JJ's loud laugh echo into his ears. His hand froze and Simon backed away from the door and slid down the wall. JJ was having fun with people ten times cooler than Simon and had no guilt towards how shit he made his long time friend. Simon was officially alone.

Simon felt tears escape when he heard the familiar opening notes to Whitney Houston's song. He closed his eyes and tried to focus on something to ground him, whether it was the small droplets escaping the leaky tap or the lyrics to the song that Simon loved dearly.

"I wanna dance with somebody." He sang quietly, the sound leaving a sour taste in Simon's mouth.

"I wanna dance with somebody!" He heard a drunk girl sing poorly as she walked past the door. Her singing was completely off-key and mismatched Simon's sadness. Simon would normally laugh at the sound of drunk singing but now it just made him want to cry harder, the memory of him and JJ only a few months ago radiating in his brain.

Simon didn't know if he regretted the beers or not. If he had drunk more then maybe he could forget the interaction altogether. Why hadn't it gone smoothly as Simon had imagined? He choked on a sob.

"I'll blame it on the weed or something," Simon whispered to himself as he saw his red eyes and wet cheeks. He wiped at his eyes roughly, desperate to stop being so vulnerable to his reflection.

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

Simon knew whoever was at the door would start yelling at him soon and he desperately wanted them to leave as soon as possible.

Knock, knock knock, knock.

"I'll be out soon!" Simon exclaimed, his voice cracks but he doesn't acknowledge it.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

Simon pulled at his hair, no one could find him like this, a mess on someone's bathroom floor. Ditched by his only friend.

Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.

Simon had been ditched by the one person who knew of his constant battle between himself.

Clang, clang, clang, clang.

Simon could suddenly hear the pipes in the house and all the water running through them. He felt like a balloon about to burst.

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

Simon shouldn't have shown up. He shakily runs to the sink and turns on the tap.

He should have never gone to the party.

Splash.

Water made its way down Simon's face and he felt as though he could finally breathe. He made his way to the door when he realised there wasn't any knocking anymore.

Simon desperately wished that he never convinced JJ to take the management opportunity because now it had turned and slapped him in the face. Simon was going to be alone forever because he encouraged a bad choice. Simon looked at himself in the mirror. Oh, how he wished he wasn't alone in his reflection. But there was no denying it, he was alone.

Simon was alone at the party he hadn't even been invited to. He broke into a sob. Simon pulled at his hair, trying desperately to calm down. Why didn't he just stay home and watch porn or something? Why did he have to come to this stupid party? Why was he even born? Simon felt embarrassment flow through his veins as he looked at himself in the mirror.

'Loner, stoner, the fucking awkward guy who drives a shitty Audi.' Simon thought bitterly. 'That's all I am to them. A loser. I'm Simon in the bathroom by himself. None of them know who I am, they just think I'm a loner.'

Simon opened the door to the bathroom and sped walked to the door before a hand grabbed him.

"Hey, Simon, right?" Simon made eye contact with Josh. "You enjoying the party?"

"You don't know anything about me. It's fucking awesome party. I'm so glad I came." Simon felt tears burn in the back of his eyes. Simon pulled his wrist from Josh's s grip and walked out of the house.

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A Recorded Life (32/50) - Miraculous Ladybug

Words: 1758 Chapter Summary: A few days after the release with Jagged Stone, many things have gone back to normal. Well, kind of. Adrien and Marinette have been having a lot more sleepovers and movie/game nights, but they're just friends, right? Hawkmoth says time for another akuma! Author's Note: i have a love/hate relationship with this one. I really wanted to write another akuma battle but it was really hard for some reason, but I like everything else about the chapter. Also, I want to see Marinette and Adrien play Mario Kart.

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Alya, Nino, and Chloé were ecstatic. On Friday, Master Fu had left Miraculous boxes in their rooms for them. Clearly, he agreed it would be beneficial to have the extra backup against Hawkmoth and his newfound persuasiveness. Marinette knew it was hard for Master Fu to let other Kwamis out in the world, but it would really give Marinette and Adrien a hand.

And they had been helping out! Hawkmoth akumatized a kid over the weekend, and it was the perfect chance to give Rena Rouge, Carapace, and Queen Bee a chance to get back out there. It's safe to say Hawkmoth wasn't expecting it, and he was probably going to up his game with there being more Miraculous holders against him. The team needed to be prepared.

After a week, Adrien and Marinette have been having as many sleepovers as they can get. Adrien keeps telling his father and Nathalie he has projects with her, and he kept calling or texting to say he was staying the night, it was safer than waiting around for a ride home. For some reason, Nathalie didn't argue it.

"They asked me if I know who Rena Rouge and Carapce are," Adrien said as they raced in Mario Kart.

"What did you say?" Marinette asked. "Ha! Blue shell coming for you!" She cheered.

Adrien groaned when he dropped into fifth place. "I told them I had no clue. They and Chloé just showed up the other day, and we've been making do."

"Good idea," Marinette nodded. "We don't need anyone knowing their identities, us and Chloé are enough," She sighed. "Yes!" She jumped up as the screen showed he crossing the finish line in first place. "Told you I play too much Mario Kart."

With a defeated nod, Adrien laughed as Marinette went on to select the next course. "They also kind of mentioned they don't like how much I've been over here? They think it's weird."

"Well, are you going to stop?" Marinette turned her head to look at him.

"No way, I have to beat you at Mario Kart eventually!" He pushed her shoulder. "I told them I was at Nino's helping him catch up on school work."

Marinette chuckled when she selected Rainbow Road. "And they believed it because they don't like Nino and probably think he isn't good at school."

"Naturally," Adrien said. "God, I'm gonna fall off this map like seventeen times in the first lap. Why, Mari?"

Just as Adrien said that, he drove right off the course. He also drove off the course when he heard a crash. "What a shame! An Akuma attack!" Adrien called out. "Guess we can't finish the race."

Marinette rolled her eyes. "We'll be playing later," She said as the turned off the TV and stood up.

"Tikki."

"Plagg."

The two transformed into their superhero selves and saw a flash of light come from a few blocks away. Ladybug opened her yo-yo to call the others, but Rena Rouge and Carapace were already running towards her and Chat Noir, and Queen Bee was coming from behind. "Good, we all heard the crash," Ladybug announced and tucked her yo-yo back onto her waist. "Has anyone seen anything?"

"Not yet," Rena Rouge responded. "Just heard the Akuma come from that way," She pointed behind her. "And Carapace and I figured this is where we would find you."

Queen Bee furrowed her eyebrows. "What? No, the Akuma came from that way," She pointed in the opposite direction.

Ladybug and Chat Noir looked at each other. "Don't tell me there's two," Chat Noir said. "That's not...normal?" He sighed.

"Okay, I guess we have to split up. Carapace, you come with me. The three of you head towards the one Rena Rouge heard," She directed to the group. "Everyone, stay safe."

Ladybug and Carapace took off in the opposite direction. "Two akumas? Has he done that before?" Carapace asked Ladybug.

"Not to start with. We've had it where they can duplicate, but that doesn't normally happen until after a little while," She replied. "I'm not even sure if they're the same Akuma, or two different people."

Ladybug held her yo-yo up to her ear. "Chat, you guys see anything?" She asked.

"Yeah, over by the school. You?" He replied.

"Not yet," Just as she said that, there was a crash right around the corner. "Now we do."

Chat Noir grunted as he jumped out of the way. "All this Akuma has done is throw cars at us and grunt. He hasn't said anything."

"We're just encountering ours. Stay safe," She said and put the yo-yo back on her waist. She nodded to Carapace, and at the same time they began running towards the Akuma. It looked like Stoneheart, but three times his size and a lot more violent. Stoneheart was years ago, why did Hawkmoth decide to create this one now?

Carapace laughed. "The old man must be running out of ideas," He said.

"Maybe we can beat him the same way we did years ago," Ladybug thought out loud. Just as she was about to call her lucky charm, Carapace yelled and grabbed her arm.

"Shell-ter!" He screamed, and a shield popped up around them. "What the hell is happening?" He asked as they stared at the Akuma.

The Akuma seemed to pixelate, and was shrinking down. The Akuma was now a copy of The Puppeteer, but again, three times the original size. "Manon?" Ladybug called out. She looked so different, but that was what she looked like when she was Akumatized.

"I am not Manon!" The Akuma yelled. "I am Copy. And you will give me your Miraculous!" The Akuma demanded. Though they looked like the Puppeteer, they sounded nothing like Manon. The voice was distorted, switching from really deep to really high, and everything in between.

"Well, this should be...interesting," Ladybug signed and called Chat Noir on her yo-yo. "You figure out what your Akuma can do?"

Chat Noir was breathing heavily. "Oh yeah," He said as he was running. "Yours changing from Akuma to Akuma, too?"

"Yep. Twins, maybe?"

"That, or one is a fake," Chat Noir replied.

"I doubt it," Ladybug said. "He wouldn't want to risk not getting a Miraculous."

With a groan, Chat Noir hung up his baton. "What's she been saying?" Ladybug asked Carapace.

Carapace shrugged. "I think they're trying to persuade you again."

"I won't let that happen. I've got too many other things to worry about and won't be persuaded," Ladybug determined.

"And if it takes over, you now I got your back, dude," Carapace promised.

Ladybug smiled and nodded. "Okay, I have a plan."

As Ladybug explained the plan quickly and quietly to Carapace, Copy was shifting into any Akuma that could break through the forcefield. Nothing was working, but it sure was distracting.

As Copy retreated back to switch Akumas again, the forcefield dropped to start the plan.

"Ah, I see you're finally deciding to join me," Copy, now Silencer with a twist, pointed out. They changed again, now as Lady Wifi, holding up the phone and ready to strike.

Copy started throwing the pause buttons at Ladybug and Carapace, both of them dodging flawlessly. Copy was clearly getting frustrated. "Come on, Marinette," Copy sing-songed. "Where's Adrien? Aren't you worried that since you guys are separated, he could be hurt?" Copy asked. "If you give me your Miraculous, you could go save him now."

Ladybug stopped moving and stared at Copy. "Ladybug! Don't!" Carapace yelled as he stood next to her.

She burst out laughing. "You think I'd fall for that again?" She directed at Copy. "No way! I know the rest of my team is safe, and they're just as strong. Hawkmoth really needs to learn some new tricks."

"Come on," Copy egged on. "Listen to me, your best friend," They continued. "Go ahead and hand it over."

Ladybug didn't move again, but saw Carapace sneak away while Copy was focused on Ladybug. She was staring at Copy, while Copy was slowly getting closer.

Marinette didn't realize how long the back and forth lasted, but it was a while. She continued to lead Copy to believe she almost was going to give up her earrings, but at the last second would back out. She couldn't imagine how annoyed Hawkmoth was, but she knew he wouldn't give up.

Finally, after Copy was almost going to give up, Carapace threw his shield from behind and hit Copy in the head. Copy fell forward, and at the perfect time, Carapace yelled, "Shell-ter!" And captured Ladybug and Copy into a green forcefield.

Copy was nearly losing consciousness, which seemed to make it hard to focus on being Lady Wifi. Copy pixelated again, turning back into what Ladybug guessed was what Copy really looked like. She picked up the piece of paper in Copy's hand.

"Oops," She said when she ripped it in half, and the Akuma flew out. "Well, isn't that lucky! No more evildoing for you, little Akuma."

Ladybug captured the Akuma, and Carapace dropped the forcefield. They high-fived each other, and ran as fast as they could to find the other three heroes and capture the other Akuma. Just as Ladybug and Carapace arrived, they saw their Akuma pixelating just like the other one, and Rena Rouge snapped the paper out of Copy's hand. "Gotcha!" Ladybug yelled as she landed in front of Copy and the other heroes.

"Talk about perfect timing," Rena Rouge said as the purified Akuma flew away.

"Where's Chat?" Ladybug asked, looking around.

Rena Rouge pointed to a building a few rooftops away. "He got hit and went to go recharge, but Queen Bee and I handled the rest of Copy. Speaking of, we should help them get home."

Ladybug nodded. "Yeah, of course. You and Carapace can take care of that, right?" She asked.

"Yeah, it's no problem," Rena Rouge said and started to walk towards her respectful twin.

Ladybug took off toward the rooftop Chat Nour was on. "Adrien, are you okay?" She said when she saw Chat Noir laying on the roof.

Chat Noir started to sit up. "Yeah, I'm good. Just a little hit."

Grabbing his hands, she helped Chat Noir stand up. "You had me worried," Ladybug said as she pulled him into a hug.

When they released, Chat Noir and Ladybug- no, Adrien and Marinette, were staring at each other. With very little thought, they looked at each other, and leaned in to share a kiss.

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bbrandy2002 · 5 years

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Two Men and a Baby Part 7

Not your typical Royal Romance series....crazier.

TRR/TRH gang.

Warning: Language

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Part 7

" 911, what's your emergency?"

"Yeah, um, I have a guy in the back of my carriage who got his trouser snake caught in his zipper."

"Sir, is this a joke?"

"No, but, this guy sure wishes it were"

"How serious is this?"

"Let's just say, it was the 'frank..and...beans', then something popped, now its just the frank."

Poor Bertrand, all he wanted was to give his sweet Savannah a wonderful birthday. Now he's stuck in the back of a carriage with his manhood on the line.

He is aware of the news reports of a wild boar attack on Contess Madeleine earlier tonight and that said boar is still holding itself hostage inside his estate. He has no idea if his son is okay, but, has no doubt his brother is somehow responsible for the carnage that has taken place this evening.

Hospital ER

Riley and Olivia sit in Maxwell's room, waiting for him to return from radiology. They had only seen him for a few seconds before he was taken for x-rays, but, he appeared in good spirits; then again, when is he not.

They were both intriqued to find out what he meant by "the demon pig", that supposedly caused his predicament. It was surprising to hear Maxwell describe any animal with such disdain, but, apparently he met one he wasn't prepared to describe as a "life changing experience" in fond terms.

Riley jumped up from her seat, "Maxwell, you're back!"

Maxwell was wheeled back into his room on a stretcher, but, he seemed to be uncharacteristically subdued now.

"How is he? Is it broken?" Riley asked the nurse.

"He has a hair line fracture and will be down for several weeks, but, we don't expect complications. Someone will be in shortly to put a cast on him. Also, congratulations on the baby your majesty", the nurse stated before exiting.

That was the fourth time today a random person congratulated her.

"Why does everyone keep congratulating me on a baby? I wonder if it was the bean burrito I ate for dinner last night?", she questioned while patting her bloated tummy.

"You do look a little puffy today." Olivia observed.

"Thanks", Riley said while rolling her eyes, "I have been trying to drink more water and..."

"HELLLLOO!!" Maxwell interrupted in an annoyed tone, "In case you hadn't noticed, I'm here."

"Oh, I'm sorry Maxwell, how're you feeling?", she asked with concern.

"Like a demon pig attacked me, without warning, without cause, out of no where...it was a sneak attack Riley." he began to shake his fist furiously and yelling, "damn you demon pig.....damn you to hell!"

Olivia and Riley tried to calm him down. "Maxwell, Maxwell, shhhh, you've got to calm down." Riley pleaded, "you're going to disturb the other patients."

"Yes you are", Madeleine chimed from a wheel chair at the door with an icy stare.

All three turned their heads in her direction simultaneously. To see Madeleine sitting there with a neck brace on, a black eye, messy blonde hair and a ripped green dress; it was shocking and amusing to say the least.

"What the hell happened to you? Olivia asked with her signature scowl.

"Oh, what happened to me?", Madeleine asked with a smile that didn't quite meet her eyes while patting her chest, "ask Maxwell and his quote 'damn demon pig'."

Olivia and Riley turned to Maxwell trying to make sense of what both were referring to as the demon pig.

"Maxwell, I'm two seconds away from breaking your other leg. What happened?", Olivia spat out.

Maxwell took in a deep breath and recalled the events of this evening.

"Okay...Okay, so, yesterday morning, I was attending Zeke and Penelope's outdoor animal exhibition in the capitol. Zeke was giving me kind of a private tour before all the guest arrived. We came upon a stall that he said had a wild pig. I thought he meant it was a party animal, wild like me, which, would be an awesome addition to the next Beaumont Bash. I asked if I could have it and he said no, that it was just too wild for me. I thought, nonsense, nothing is too wild for me. I just had to have this pig. So, when I seen Penelope a little later, I offered to buy it from them. She was a little hesitant at first, but, she agreed after I forged a letter from Bastien saying Liam requested this particular pig at the next Beaumont Bash. In exchange for her cooperation, he would emcee her next Dog Fashion Show."

"Maxwell! That's sick", Riley blurted.

"Yeah Maxwell, what made you think she would just go along with that?" Asked Olivia.

"I wasn't sure she would, but, she does seem to respond well to requests from Bastien, so I assumed it would work this time too", he replied.

Madeleine spoke up, "so let me get this straight, Penelope, can't stop talking about her poodles, Penelope, just gave you a wild boar?"

"Oh, no, I had to pay for him", he said.

"How much?" Olivia asked.

"A box of dog treats", he replied.

Riley bent over in her chair, arms resting on her knees, covering her face while shaking her head, "Unbelievable....I'm afraid to ask, but, how did you get him out of there and to the estate?"

"Well, that part was tricky. Penelope told me I had to keep him enclosed or he would go wild. Well, I wanted to make sure I kept his wildness in until the Beaumont Bash. I figured it would just build up inside of him and he'd really let loose at the party", he chuckled, "anyway, I saw Gladys there and thats when I got the idea for her to cause a disruption..."

"Hold up, Gladys...my majordomo, Gladys, helped you with this?" Riley asked stunned.

"Kind of, see I knew she had cleared the hallways when Anton and his minions kidnapped you and Olivia. I also knew she had the hot's for Bertrand, so, I told her if she would create a distraction for me, I would set her up with him".

"Maxwell, your brother is engaged", Riley stated.

"You are a lot more evil than I ever gave you credit for Maxwell; this is really elaborate for you", Olivia remarked with astonishment.

"Well, Im not proud of myself, but, greed causes people to do evil things" he replied.

"Hold up" Madeleine would interject, "So Penelope knew about this? That little....I just saw her not more than an hour ago at the Beaumont Estate, she interviewed me and everything, she never mentioned her hand in any of this".

Maxwell replied, "I would say not, Penelope's a master at keeping secrets while seemingly innocent of her involvement. She's a sweet girl though".

Riley just continued to shake her head.

"What happened next Maxwell?" Madeleine asked.

He took another deep breath, "Okay, well Gladys started screaming and running around the exhibits. Then she unlatched the pen holding the ducks. They started to scatter. Zeke and his assistants started to chase after the ducks and security went after Gladys. I grabbed a large cage and Gertrude ran right in. Penelope helped me carry him back to the limo and I took him home."

"Okay, how did you break your leg?" Riley asked.

"Welp, the driver helped me unload Gertrude and get him in the backyard. I knew I had to build an enclosure to keep his wildness in, so, I started building a small barn for him to live in until the bash. It didn't take very long to build at all. When it was finished, I opened the cage door to let him inside his new dwellings, but, he ran inside and immediately jumped out the window."

"You put a window in it?" Madeleine questioned.

"Yeah, but, I must've not built it high enough and I didn't put a covering over it. Jumped right out of it" he said while use his hand to motion the jump, "I started to run right after, I swear, I heard it say 'kill Maxwell'. It attacked so quickly, I never had a chance. I stepped on a rock and my foot went sideways, causing me to fall. It rammed me a few times, before running off. Then Drake came out to help me, but, it attacked him also. Let's just say, demon pig-2, Maxwell and Drake-0."

All three women sat in silence. There were no words they could think of in that moment to express what they just heard.

"Does Bertrand and Savannah know about this?" Riley asked.

"I don't think so", he replied.

Riley took out her phone and sent a text, letting them know Maxwell was in the hospital and Bartie was there with Drake.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom....

Drake and Liam were still locked in arms, literally, fighting over an ascot.

"Let go of my ascot Drake."

"Liam, he has to have something covering his bottom until we get a diaper."

"Then give him your denim shirt!"

"What?" Drake gasped, "take it back Liam."

Bartie, who was still lying on the changing table naked, took this opportunity to settle the issue once and for all.

"What the hell!" Drake shouted as his denim shirt was getting soaked.

"Sir Walker, I do believe you have a spot on your shirt", Liam said with a British accent and a laugh.

Drake looked at Liam, "I hope you're happy now. He just pissed all over my good denim shirt."

Liam raised an eyebrow, "Drake, that's the only denim shirt you have, or wear for that matter."

"Why do you think it's my favorite?" he remarked sadly.

Bastien cleared his throat, "Your majesty, need I remind you, we can't leave this bathroom with a naked baby. It may be in everyone's interest for you to hand over the ascot."

Liam thought about Bastien's words for a moment, then looked around to see if there was anything else that could be used as a diaper. Wadded up hand towels, too flimsy, Drakes white shirt, no, he would just be shirtless in a hospital, his own socks, no, too small. He let out a loud huff, reached up and removed his ascot.

Drake reached out to grab it, but, Liam continued to cling onto it. Drake pulled harder, Liam pulled back even more.

"Give me the fucking ascot Liam!"

Liam pouted then handed Drake the ascot.

Drake looked Liam in the eyes and said, "Dude, you need therapy."

Drake began fashioning a diaper out of Liam's ascot. "Aha, perfect fit".

"What do we do about that disgusting car seat?" Liam asked.

"After all this, just leave it in here. When Bastien opens the door, we make a run for it."

Drake picked up Bartie and he and Liam stood at the door, readying themselves for the getaway. The bathroom was absolutely disgusting, shit was on the floor, the walls, the trash can, not to mention, the sink had an exploded diaper full of diarrhea in it. Liam couldn't risk someone seeing the King of Cordonia coming out of that room.

"Alright, on my count, Bastien will open the door and we will run as fast as we can."

"Hang on", Liam said as he removed his suit jacket and covered the top of his head so no one would recognize him. "Okay, ready".

"There's no turning back now. 1...2...3...Go!"

What hijinx await in Part 8?

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