#i have a lot to look forward to next year but it'll be hard sob with having to prepare more for the future

[noxtivagus]

i'm out rn hehe

[senawashere]

We're on this together...(Chapter IV)

Bradley Bradshaw x Fem!Wife!Reader

Summary: Is it over now? Or is it starting now?

A/n: A MAJOR change is on the way!!

Warnings: Infertility,mentions of miscarrige,mentions of hospital,mentions of getting pregnant,mentiones of ivf.Use of alcohol,arguing,use of bad languange. Mostly angst.

20 APRIL 2022.

You nodded.

That's why you're currently in one of the most well known clinics in San Diego because Bradley didn't want to "risk it" and your leg shakes with anger at the thought, causing Bradley to rest his hand on your knee.

Car ride was complately silence. And after around one and half an hour you both finally parked your car to the parking lot and walked into the big hospital.

The sterile smell of the hospital immediately caught your nose. This scent wasn't helping you feel more stressed than you already were. But Bradley's tight grip on your hand seemed to comfort you at least a little.

He's nervous too, damn, he feels like he's going to throw up, but he has to stay strong for you and he relaxes a little when his lover rests her head on his shoulder and kisses her temple, which works because he's a little less nervous now.

"It'll be alright." You whisper and your husband smiles to hear you thinking positively.

"Exactly." He answers, his heart pounding with pride when he hears you optimistic for the first time in a long time.

You both are distracted by looking at socials on his phone for a few more minutes until a woman in white emerges from the office and looks up, reading a spreadsheet to say. "Bradshaw?"

You both stand up, You instantly reach out for Bradley to hold your hand tightly, and after greeting the woman, you both enter where the doctor is waiting for you behind her desk.

“Bradley, Y/N, this is a pleasure.” She shakes both of your hands.

"Thank you. Pleasure is ours." Bradley responds with the hand now holding on your lower back and gently pulling the chair forward for you to sit down on.

"Okay, I understand you're here because you're having trouble getting pregnant, right?" The old woman asks, looking under her round glasses.

"Yes." You hum, swallowing dryly.

Bradley takes your hand but continues to stare at the doctor, knowing his wife hates public attention, something he's learned the hard way over the last dozen years.

"We'll be running some tests on you both next week, don't worry, just to make sure everything is as it should be."

You both nodded, and both felt small in the hospital chairs, holding hands, afraid, feeling that time had not passed, and feeling that you were still sixteen years olds and had no idea what life was really like.

Talking about a future that would never come, wishing they could be like them again forever, they gathered in the treehouse as You stroked Bradley's uncontrollable hair, as he clumsily talked about his dreams, thinking that maybe one day he would love to be become a fighter pilot. Like his dad.

They both are individually subjected to multiple tests and studies, and after about three hours both of your works finish, returning home exhausted and not even eating dinner, you both quickly crawl under the covers and seek each other's warmth.

While Bradley plays with the ring on his ring finger, his head lies on his lover's chest. "Are you scared?" he asks and your hands stop in his hair.

"Maybe a baby isn't for us."

You look up and look at him in shock, feeling your throat close at the raw and harsh words and you heart starts pounding when you see his face.

"Darling, don't say that."

You look away, staring at the ceiling, feeling the tears gathering in your eyes until they fall down the sides onto your pillow.

You are not even sobbing, not screaming, nothing, just...crying. Silently.

"Oh, my love.” He grabs your arms to pull you closer, switching positions so you are on top of him, dipping his bare chest in the salty drops.

"We're going to have them, fuck, we're going to have the baby or maybe babies. We just have to wait for the results. I know we are going to."

He wants to cry too, but he can't cry in front of you when you need him more than ever. He will find a moment of solitude where he can lighten his own burden, but not now.

"I just want to make you happy." You cry and he frowns.

"You think I need a baby to be happy?"

Bradley questions, holding your waist and carresing with his thumb.

"Darling, as long as you're with me, anything can go to hell, I'll be the happiest man on earth. I don't need a baby, I don't need anything but you, my soul."

You hug him tighter, digging your nails into his shoulders and closing your eyes, breathing in the scent of home your husband gives off. Now you understand and blindly believe in it.

As long as they are together, they don't need anything else.

I know this is sad but it might be the last sad chapter hehehe!!!

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[enbysiriusblack]

I'll stand by you

'Cause I've seen the dark side too

Sirius sobbed into Peter's shirt, "I don't know why I did it. I'm just like my family."

When the night falls on you

Peter sat with them throughout the night, his shirt soaking wet.

"It was a crap thing to do... but you know that. You feel overwhelming guilt about it. You're a good person, Sirius. You're not your family."

You don't know what to do

Sirius wrapped their arms around Peter. They stayed sitting in silence for a while, staring into the darkness of the forbidden forest as their jackets got wet from the dew covered grass.

Nothing you confess

"I drank again. Earlier today. I promised Remus, and you, and James that I wouldn't. Merlin, I can't keep a single promise."

Could make me love you less

Peter hugged Sirius back, "What your doing is hard. I'm proud of you just for trying, it's olay to slip up sometimes."

I'll stand by you

"Are Remus and James mad at you for still talking to me?"

I'll stand by you

Peter shook his head, "I think Remus is a bit. But they know I'm not excusing what you did, just helping you get through it."

So if you're mad, get mad

"You have to let us join! It's a fucking war and we're great at fighting!" Sirius yelled, barging into Dumbledore's office with Peter in tow.

Don't hold it all inside

Dumbledore looked up at them, with a condescending smile.

"I'd gladly let you boys join, however I'm afraid you both have slightly too high a temperament."

Come on and talk to me now

Sirius scoffed, "What do you think we're going to do? Lose our temper and just start punching death eaters?"

Hey, what you got to hide?

Dumbledore shook his head slightly in amusement, "I can offer you other roles to participate in the war effort if you wish."

I get angry too

Peter stepped forward, "We're two of the best duellers at Hogwarts. You've tried to get practically our whole year group to join you, you clearly need more soldiers. Maybe we're not loyal to you, but we're loyal to the cause. If you don't let us join, we'll start our own little rebellion and still fight. Right?" He turned to Sirius.

Well I'm a lot like you

Sirius grinned back, "Right."

Dumbledore let them join.

When you're standing at the crossroads

There was a traitor in the order. And everyone was terrified.

And don't know which path to choose

"Remus has loads of secret mission lately, huh? Does he tell you about them?" Peter asked.

Let me come along

Sirius shook their head, glancing down.

Remus did keep going on week long, sometimes lasting months, missions. And he never said a single thing about them.

Why?

'Cause even if you're wrong

"Did you here that there's a traitor in the order?", Peter said a few minutes later, "I wonder who it is."

I'll stand by you

"Hey Wormy", Sirius smiled as they walked into the flat with a large bag.

"Remus?"

I'll stand by you

Sirius nodded, "Think I might just move out for good. He's definitely the traitor. Keeps covering his arms, I think he's got that skull tattoo death eaters get."

Won't let nobody hurt you

Peter shook her head in pity, "You're always free to stay here."

I'll stand by you

"Pete. I was talking with James and Lily and... we think you should be secret keeper instead."

Take me in, into your darkest hour

Peter nodded, gladly accepting the role. Of course, just to protect zir friends.

And I'll never desert you

Peter gave a handful of photographs to Sirius, pictures of a baby Hari, James and Lily.

"I miss them so much", Sirius said as they flicked through them.

I'll stand by you

Peter sat next to them on the sofa, "It'll be over soon."

And when the night falls on you, baby

Sirius stood outside the burning house, holding a sleeping Hari in their arms before reluctantly passing the child over to Hagrid.

They had something to do.

You're feeling all alone

Peter's eyes widened as they saw Sirius storming towards him. She tried to get lost in the crowds of muggles on the street.

You won't be on your own

Sirius got their wand out. Peter grabbed his own.

Sirius was fast. But Peter was faster.

I'll stand by you

[atinysunbaby]

Meant to be | Choi San 🖤

Warnings : Cursing, violence, mention of rape.

Words count : 2.2 k

Previous 《 Prologue

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Present

My cheeks are burning from the salty tears escaping my eyes. A tightening feeling in my chest growing by the minute. The sobs keep escaping me, making my body move uncontrollably. Chocking from the sharp inhales and shaking from the cold temperature. This moment, forever will be imprinted in my mind. Those images I wish I could forget, unfortunately will hunt me till my last breath.

I suppose it's what most people feel too when they lose their parents. I wanted to deny it, but I saw their bodies. They were cold, bruised, bloody and no longer held any signs of life.

The last time a saw them, I didn't bother much to say goodbye to them. Only telling them to enjoy their little vacation in the woods. I was more exited about being alone then making them know how much I loved them. Now it's too late, I'll never be able to see their faces again, hear their voices, feel their arms around me when I need them the most.

I woke up to my cellphone ringing this morning, answering grumpily, thinking it was my mom who disturbed me from my sleep. It was actually the cops telling me to come to the hospital, but I wish it would've been her instead. I wish she could annoy me every morning now, but it's over. She isn't here anymore and neither is my dad.

I'm in my room, at this moment, crying my heart out. I ran out of the hospital immediately after seeing their corpses. They wanted me to identifie them, but I left with people screaming for me to comeback. I guess they probably know from my reaction, that it was indeed my mom and dad.

People keep calling me on my phone, but I don't answer. I'm laying on the floor, looking at the ceiling, waiting for my sadness to subside. I know that won't happen anytime soon, but it's the only way for me to calm down. Being surrounded by people telling me how sorry they are for my loss. A bunch of fake assholes making me feel even worse about the situation definitely won't make anything better.

Slowly my eyes get heavy, I try to fight the exhaustion but fail miserably. I fall asleep on the cold floor of my room, my window open and the sound of rain filling my ears. All of this crying definitely used up a lot of my energy.

The car crash, I wasn't there and I have no idea of what happened. But I see it, something is in the middle of the road and dad just told mom a joke. They're laughing.. until they hit that thing, an animal maybe. It goes right through the window and kill my dad instantly, but as for my mom. The car rolls off the road and fall down a small cliff. Mom's still alive, she's in pain, blood everywhere, she's crying for her husband to open his eyes and answer her. She keeps screaming that she can't feel him anymore? His presence? Her breathing is getting worse the more she panics. Suddenly the door on her side opens and something stabs her in the chest, putting a end to her desperate cries. Blood is streaming down her chin, her eyes looking directly through mine while she takes her last breath.

I open my eyes to see nothing but darkness. I frantically search for a sign of light, I reach around with my hands. My eyes are open wide and my breath shaky, until my fingers brush against an object. I stop every movement, slowly gripping it and letting a breath of relieve when I realise it's my phone.

I turn it on to see a ton of messages and missed calls. One standing out, my aunts name, my mom's sister. I never talked to her, but mom insisted on giving me her number. I look around my room and stand up to look outside the window, only to notice that it's night time. The reason of the darkness and freezing temperature. I close it and turn the lights on in my room. Then I sit on the corner of my bed and hesitate a few minutes while looking at the screen in front of me. My fingers finaly press on call. A few rings later, Aunt Kath's voice is heard. "Y/N! Y/N is it you?"

"Yes it's me.. why did you cal-" I'm cut off by a loud sob. My eyes widen in confusion, but I soon remember that my mom, her sister is no longer a part of this world. I sigh and wait for her to stop crying on the other side of the line. "S-sweetie- where are you? Are you safe? You're not alone ar-"

"Kath, my parents just died. I'm obviously not partying right now, but I'm okay.. I guess.." She stays silent for the next few seconds, my blunt answer probably wasn't expected, but it's understandable. "Sweetheart-I uhh.. you have no one to stay with right? So.. your mom made me your godmother, i-in case anything happened to her.. will you come live w-with me, here in Korea?"

It takes some time to process what just came out of her mouth, my eyebrows are furrowed. Many feelings are fighting to take control of my body, but the one that wins is frustration. "W-what?.."

"She told me to take care of you if she wasn't there anymore... It was just a precaution, but I guess it really happened." She says with a small voice, trying not to upset me further. Judging from my lack of response, she can tell I'm not that excited about this new information. "I asked you, but it ins't really a choice that you have. It's an obligation, you can't stay alone out ther-"

I hang up, not wanting to listen even for one more second. I need some time to think about it. She's right, I don't have much of a choice. I turned seventeen not too long ago and I don't have any family member here. At least none that I know of. I sigh defeated, once again pressing on my godmother's contact.

She picks up not even a second later, as if she knew I was gonna call her back. She doesn't say a word, waiting for me to start talking. I clear my throat after freeing my lower lip from my teeth. "How will I get there? How about my clothes and everything else in the house? My parents' funera-"

"I'll take care of everything you don't have to worry, just bring the necessary and I'll transfer some money on your account so you can pay for your plane ticket. As for the ride to my house, my boyfriend will pick you up" She spend a whole hour explaining to me how everything will go and I agree after hesitating for a while. If my mom gave Kath the role of godmother, she must trust her. So I will trust her too, anyways I don't really have a reason not to. She's been nice till now and she'll even welcome me in her house, she's taking me in. "Thank you Kath, I really appreciate it. I don't know what I would've done if I was all alone."

Days later

I prepared all my stuff, ready to fly to Korea. It took me a while to accept, but eventually I warmed up to it. It's an opportunity for me, to start over. A new life full of adventure, new environment and culture. I want to explore the world so why not start there.

Unfortunately though, I had to say goodbye to all my friends. We cried and spend the last few days together. We promised to text each other everyday and not to forget about one another. Sad thing is, my friends aren't the only ones I need to leave behind. It's hard to leave the place I grew up in, my house, my neighbourhood, my city, everything.

In a few hours, everything I ever knew will all be in the past. Only the memories will stay, the rest, all gone. So the day my parents died, I didn't only lose them, but my life too. The life they gave me. Now, I have to make a new one, by myself.

Landing in Korea

The flight was boring and quite annoying, I didn't know what to do. A baby cried for what felt like years and a couple had an argument at some point. Then the person next to me started to snore so loudly I thought the plane was crashing. I'm glad to finaly be on the ground, the loud voices of people speaking indistinctly seeming to sooth me from what I went through previously.

I sit on one of the chairs in the airport waiting for James, my godmother's boyfriend. He'll drive me to their house, apparently Kath arranged a room for me already. She doesn't have any kid, so she's looking forward to having me over.

"Y/N!!" I jump from the chair almost falling on my ass. I luckily manage to stay on my two feet and not make a fool of myself. Upon hearing a chuckle, I turn around and see an old looking dude smirking at me, maybe in his late forties. "Umm.. Hi can I help you?"

"James, I came to pick you up remember?" He asks while pointing at himself. I'm still unsure, he's looking at me weirdly. I can feel an odd vibe from him. It makes me feel uncomfortable, but I push it aside and nod before following him.

We enter his rusty jeep, the doors creaking when moving. Despite the outside looking a bit ugly, the inside is clean. The only negative point would be the smell, cigarette and..alcohol? Paying a bit more attention to the smell though, it doesn't only come from the jeep. The man next to me is even worst, it seems that he might shower rarely. Subtly, I bring my sweater paws to my nose, looking outside to distract myself.

"So, Y/N! How you holding up?" His loud and deep raspy voice makes me jump for the second time. I turn a bit a towards him not to be impolite and think before answering him. "I guess it's a bit easier then I expected. I didn't think that I'd feel any better, but after a few days it prove me wrong. But I feel bad, to already move on.."

He hums next to me, nodding his head lazily. I wait for him to add something, but the car is filled with silence. I'm relieved he doesn't speak further, not really being in the mood to have a whole conversation, especially with someone I don't know. So, slowly I turn back around towards the window. My mind drifting to the events that happened in just a few weeks, everything is so fucked up. Fortunately, Kath and James decided to help me.

About an hour past since we came out of the airport. We just entered a forrest, James informed me that it'll take a while still. He insisted that I should go to sleep and when I'll wake up, we'll be home. I ponder for some time, but eventually agree. It doesn't take long for me to fall asleep due to not being able to get much sleep in the plane.

I wake up when the car come to an halt, a man's voice coming from next to me. Curses escaping his mouth, confused I open my eyes. The events from the previous hours coming back to me, tears threatening to escape my eyes. My body shaking slightly from fear, uncontrollably.

The ride was a lot longer then what James had told me it would be and I slept, only to be woken up by a hand covering my mouth. Horrible things happened in that car and it wasn't a nightmare, no mather how much I wish it was one. He said he would tell Kath it took us some time because of the traffic and the airport. Then he threatened to kill me if I open my mouth.

I can't let him see me crying, I don't want him to have another reason to hurt me. Despite being terrified and completely drained from energy, I swallow the bill in my throat and wipe the tears from my eyes. While I'm breaking down, next to me James is whistling and turning the car off. Announcing with a loud scream to Kath that we arrived.

"Omg! Y/N! Sweetie you really are here." Kath comes out of the house shouting happily, her arms open, waiting for me to give her a hug. I rush to open the door, but a hand grabs my arm. His nails dig in my skin and I whimper, both from fear and pain. "Remember. You talk, you die."

He puts my bag in my hand, pretending to be helping me. Finally I escape the horrible vehicle and run into my godmother's arms with a heavy heart. The second she engulfs me in her warmth, sobs spill from deep within me. She cries with me but not for the same reason. She cries because she lost her sister and now I'm here. I, cry because I've lost my parents, I lost my house, my friends. Because I've been raped less then an hour ago. Because I feel completely broken and hopeless. The new life I wanted for myself, only starts with even more problems then I had before.

Next 》 Chapter 2

[echo-three-one]

Whatever It Takes

Sequel to A Forgotted Memory

Somewhere out there

Beneath the pale moonlight

Someone's thinking of me

And loving me tonight…

Chapter 14 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

Previous Chapter : Alex and Augustus

Meet Me Halfway

John "Soap" MacTavish

Task Force 141

Location Unknown

18 hours ago

He thought he was dead. He thought they were going to kill him. He wished they would, just to end the suffering. But he also wished they wouldn't. He had greater plans, he still wanted to enjoy his life. And it looked like Nero granted half his wish, while depriving him of the other half. He's going to live the rest of his years in hell.

He couldn't stop thinking about that song, he lay flat on the ground, feeling weak, powerless and defeated.

If I lay here… Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

He couldn't feel a thing but he knew he was being transported somewhere. Red flashes filled his eyes as he slowly slipped away from the conscious world.

~

2 Seconds.

A single drop of water plopped on the cold floor where he laid every 2 seconds. It was getting annoying, but he thanked it for actually waking him up.

Soap struggled to get up and forced himself to do so, grunting in pain as the muscles and bones of his body reacted to his sudden movements. Enduring all the pain, he gasped and got up, moving to the direction of the only ray of light from a crack in the ceiling.

He limped but he had hope, exhaling with excitement as the light got closer every step he took. Then clang! He hit his head on an iron bar. He's in a prison cell, deep underground.

"Shite." he cursed, dropping his knees on the ground, his energy already ran out and he felt thirsty.

"That's freshwater dripping down there." An unknown voice emerged from the darkness, Soap wanted to believe he's hallucinating, but an old figure emerged from the shadows. His hair mostly greyed out and it was long enough that Soap believed he'd been here for far too long.

"The name's Jack. And I suggest you rehydrate. I've been here long enough that you could trust that it's safe." he suggested. His tone was strict but helpful and Soap knew he's trustworthy. They're both prisoners and as the saying goes: "The enemy of my enemy is my friend"

"So… uh Jake. What brings you to this dark and gloomy place?" Soap asked, his voice was barely audible but he was heading straight to the dripping freshwater.

"Turns out our friend Nero doesn't want me dead yet. He couldn't pry any information from me. I'm CIA, literally trained half my life to keep information away. He should've just killed me when he got the chance." He replied.

"So, that means he's going to get something out of you too…" he added, Soap looked worried, he didn't undergo some torture training and hes afraid of what Nero wants from him.

"Look kid, I know you're worried. That's why we won't let that happen. Okay? I have a plan." Jake patted Soap's shoulder, it still hurts from all the stomping and the tossing around but he knew he didn't mean it.

"So… CIA. Guess you crossed paths with Alex." Soap asked, his low accent echoed across the dark cage.

"Yeah. Alex. He was like my son, trained him and assisted him all throughout his CIA Career."

"He kinda disobeyed orders by joining the good side which looked bad in the eyes of the higher ups." Soap reported.

"Hm… It's very unusual of him to not follow orders, unless he believes it's for a better cause." Jack supplied to which Soap nodded, agreeing Jack's assumption.

"It was a good cause. Sacrificed himself for the greater good. Miraculously made it out, but lost his leg in the process." Soap continued, updating the old man about his protege, he's actually glad he did as he could feel the man's mood rising from grumpy prisoner to someone a little less grumpy.

"He had good morals, that kid. He could go far with that attitude… I just hoped that falling in love would not be his downfall… just like what happened to me…" he muttered. Soap didn't make out the last sentence so he assumed it was his own thoughts leaking out of his head. He didn't bother asking again.

The iron doors opened and a new patch of light opened. Jack looked at Soap with determination and nodded.

"Looks like it's showtime, sharkbait." Soap nodded noting the Finding Nemo reference at these trying times.

Jack was right. They had a practice of how to handle prisoners for interrogation. A few stomps, handcuffs, sack on the head and push you if you don't cooperate. Soap had to go through the whole thing, and as far as he knows, Jack must have gotten the key.

He limped his way to the interrogation room, buying enough time for Jack to blindly find the keyhole from the cell. He tried fighting back but the taser sticks were already giving him a bad time.

Just as Jack described, the interrogation room consisted of a dentist chair and a television, his captors were beside him preparing orders from Nero on the screen.

Soap squirmed his way out of the chair, trying to be convincing that he had no idea what's going on.

"Stop squirming! Tell us where the girl is… or I'll take a wild guess and destroy your base instead." Nero yelled. His voice was low, like it ran through a voice changer.

"Sod off…" Soap spat and squirmed again, receiving a shock from the taser. He groaned as tendrils of electricity ran through his body shaking him almost unconscious.

"Lower the voltage or he won't respond! Dumbasses! We need something from him!" Nero yelled at his henchmen.

"So… MacTavish…22nd Parachute Regiment, S.A.S., Now Task Force 141… Skilled in combat, Sniper and Demolitions… You know a proper brainwash would help me get the code from you right?" he mused.

"FOUR!" Soap roared from the top of his lungs, panting after he yelled.

"Four? What the fuck are you talking about?" Nero asked, looking confused. Addition to that, the ground shook and made everyone else in the room wonder.

"What's going on?" Nero asked.

"What? we're under attack? By who? How?" Soap's ears could hear the distress from their leader and from the looks of it, 141 already found him making it easier for him and Jack to get out of this hell hole.

"Augustus is gone? They're going to pay! Okay boys kill this man now. We have to send them a message!" Nero yelled angrily and the tv turned to static.

Meet me Halfway

Francine "France" Winters

Task Force 141

Task Force 141 Base - Briefing Room

"We're being pressured to capture Nero. With our base compromised, the Board would now decide for our force's future. Simon Riley is now researching Augustus' burner phone, if we're lucky enough, it could lead us to our next clue." Shepherd calmly informed the force about the status. He looked in distress but he had to keep pushing forward, to end this warfare.

"Some of Nero's forces are already in New York. It turns out he could command the brainwashed civilians to deploy EMP blasts but recon noticed that he could only command a few at a time. This means without the IP address, he is still powerless and trying hard." Shepherd added.

"I want you all to always be ready for an all out attack on Nero. Let's prove to the board that we're the best one for the job." He muttered and dismissed everyone. France decided to stay in the briefing room and let the quiet consume her thoughts.

"You okay?" A reassuring hand held her shoulder. She knew it was Gary and tears started to fall from her eyes.

"I… I can't stop worrying about him, Roach." She croaked and gave Roach a very pained stare. She actually missed John's presence even after being together for a short while, she felt that they shared a lot of common things together, the strive to become better, the response to danger even off duty and the determination to achieve a goal. Those were her traits that he also had, these same traits that made him like her despite his cocky first impression.

"Let's help out Ghost track that son of a bitch Nero down. And maybe it'll lead us to him." Roach assured them as they both stood up and went to Research.

"How… how can you still be so sure that he's okay?" she sobbed.

"The dogtags." Ghost interjected while typing furiously on the computer.

"If Soap was dead, he should've shown us his tag. That would cripple some of our Force's focus and would lead to his success in invading and capturing Samantha." Ghost continued, he made sense and France almost smiled with the two's support. Instead, she just breathed out and helped Ghost.

"So, have you traced each source?" France asked Ghost as she also started furiously typing codes and strings of data input.

"Yes, they're really sneaky with the encryption, but I keep on getting pings at one location before it spreads in different places." he explained.

"The nearest signal tower. Every packet almost goes through there. You see that?" France pointed at the screen.

"Yeah I do. Let's start tracing that source." Ghost muttered and the map already pinged the tower's location.

"Bingo." they both whispered and cheered, hugging each other as a sign of success. France felt Ghost's tight hug and felt something off about the guy, then he actually removes half of his mask and pouts his cheek close to hers.

"I…. uh… I'm sorry" Ghost shyly said as France pushed him away and felt awkward at the situation. Gary just stood there in shock as Price entered the room.

"What's the news?" he asked, looking at the three.

"We found him, Sir." Ghost cleared his throat and put back his mask.

"Well, bloody hell. Let's go then!" he said as they all ran towards the exit and prepared themselves. France didn't have the time to think about the events earlier as she was still worried about Soap's safety. She hopes that whatever lies in that place would give her an answer.

~

"FIRE!" Captain Price yelled as snipers quickly shot the guards surrounding the icy fortress. The gulag housed people that the world didn't want but couldn't kill, and she hoped that John MacTavish was on that list.

Danger close explosions crippled both attacking and defending forces as Price roared at Shepherd to be careful. France gulped as she saw a very open field that they're dropping in on and knew for a fact that she's very open and weak at these positions.

Her mind raced, looking at every angle. Tangos were everywhere carrying different kinds of weapons. With minimal angles to hide on, the force, led by Roach aggressively advanced to the Gulag, dodging heavy fire, grenades and RPG Rockets. As soon as they found the tunnel leading deep into the Gulag, France already felt comfortable. This was her playing zone and no one's going to stop her from getting into Nero.

The way in was almost clear, no enemies were against them but instead they ran further into the Gulag. Something was off.

Gunfire was heard deep into the Gulag and as soon as the team reached the control room, Ghost already did his magic. Opening gates, looking at the cameras and defending their six. The masked man helped them further advance into the Gulag.

"Nero's not here…" Ghost said.

"How so?" Price angrily muttered.

"He never set foot in this place. He only uses a television to communicate."

"Bloody hell. Now what?"

" I see two heat signatures behind that wall."

Roach quickly planted a c4 breach and as soon as it exploded Francine pounced at the closest person, raising her fist and looking at its eyes to see the punch go through.

Blue eyes. Those shades of blue. France stopped his fist as tears started to well from her eyes, dropping some on his bare chest.

"John…" she whimpered and smiled.

"Fra.." she didn't let him finish, she kissed him. She didn't care what everyone else thought. The gunfire and explosions suddenly felt nothing to her. She didn't care how John's lips tasted, all she cared about was that he's alive and she's on his arms.

Extraction quickly followed as Shepherd's forces already did a lot of damage on the old fortress. They barely got out just in time for the building's inevitable collapse but they're safe.

Next Chapter : Secret Alliances

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alex’s little sister [one] // kara danvers

summary: with Haley wanting to find out Supergirl's identity, you have to get your memories wiped along with Alex, much to Kara's dismay. No longer remembering being her girlfriend, you can't help but feel like something is missing.

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author's note: here's an angsty kara fic for y'all to cry over 😂 part two on the way x

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I watched as the last of the dozen or so agents who knew of Kara's identity walked out of J'onn's office. Kara's grip tightened in mine and I could only presume it was the same with Alex's hand.

Alex and I were the only two agents left who were going to get our memories wiped and Kara still wasn't okay with the idea. But it had to be done if her identity as Supergirl was to be kept a secret.

"So... who's next?" J'onn asked regretfully.

I pursed my lips and stood up, letting go of Kara's hand. "I'll go."

"Y/N!" Kara stood up, grabbing my hand again.

I grimaced as I met Kara's saddened expression. "We've discussed this, Kara..."

"I know, I know, just... just wait."

I breathed out and nodded, glancing between J'onn, Brainy and Alex.

"Are you... are you sure that this is the only way?" Kara asked, directing her question at J'onn.

J'onn's expression said it all – we had all pondered the exact same thing many times. We were only left with this option and Kara knew that, yet she still kept hoping.

"We need to do this, Kara," I told her, squeezing her hand and pulling her closer. My voice lowered as I met her glossy eyes. "It's gonna be okay. It won't hurt and it won't have any side effects."

"But you won't remember us," she sobbed. "You'll forget about everything. We won't know each other."

I tried to stop myself from crying, but of course, a tear slipped out. I knew this already. It was stuck in my head all night last as I tried to picture Kara not being there. It had only been two years since she'd been in my life, but it didn't feel like that at all – it felt like longer, so it was impossible for me to imagine her not there. I couldn't even remember what that was like.

Alex was my first friend at the DEO – now my best friend – and it was through her that I got close to Supergirl and eventually Kara. Living my life without Kara would be so strange, yet I wouldn't notice the difference because I wouldn't remember.

But she would.

I sniffled and rested my other hand on Kara's cheek. She leaned into it and kissed it, to which I leaned forward and kissed her gently, quickly.

"It's going to be hard, but it has to happen. I'm sorry. You have to let me go for now, Kara."

She breathed out and looked down, nodding her head. I struggled to ignore the tugging in my stomach as I let go of Kara's hand. Alex pulled her in for a hug, the two sisters left in an embrace as I went to stand before J'onn.

"It'll be quick," J'onn assured, raising his hands. I'd seen how he'd done this to the others and was about to close my eyes and prepare myself, but before I could, Kara quickly shouted.

"Stop!"

"Kara..." J'onn looked to her, but she was only looking at me.

"I just wanted to say... I– I love you," she got out, still holding Alex. "I need you to know that..."

I gave her the best reassuring smile I could muster and said, "I know it, Kara. I always will. I love you, too. No matter what."

She nodded and I hated how hurt she looked because of this. She was losing her sister and her girlfriend all at once and there was nothing I could do.

"Do us both, at the same time," Alex blurted out, sucking up a deep breath. She had been crying, too and honestly it was horrible that this was what everything had come to.

"Alex–"

"I'm not watching you open your eyes and be a completely different person," Alex cut my protest off, her eyes meeting mine. "I'm not losing my best friend. We do this together."

I nodded, understanding what she meant, and watched as she turned to Kara, who was shaking her head frantically.

"No... I can't watch this," she cried out, before letting go of Alex and leaving the room.

"Kara, wait!" Alex called after her, but J'onn placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her from going after Kara.

"It's better this way, Alex," J'onn told her. "It'll only hurt more if you both open your eyes and you're not the same."

Alex pressed her lips together and still stared at the door that Kara ran out from. I grabbed Alex's hand and pulled her beside me.

"C'mon, we have to do this," I said softly, a sad smile on my lips. "For Kara."

Alex gulped down the lump in her throat and nodded. "For Kara."

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"How you feeling?" Alex asked as I left the interrogation room.

I rubbed my forehead and shook my head. "I don't know... that felt so weird, y'know?"

Alex pulled a face as she nodded. "Oh, I know. I still feel strange from the Truth Seeker myself, but it's not supposed to have any side effects. We might just be imagining it."

I shrugged, following Alex into the main operation room. "I guess so... I wonder how long Haley will keep this up. Does she really think we know who Supergirl is?"

Alex sighed. "Apparently so, which is dumb."

"This whole thing is dumb," I added, lowering my voice so I wouldn't be heard by Haley and her colleagues. "We need Supergirl. She helped us do our jobs better. Who cares who she is?"

Alex glanced at me with a questionable expression. "We were running a lot longer than Supergirl's existence, Y/N. Don't let anyone else hear you say that."

"I know... I just wish things weren't so tense around here. I don't know, I just feel strange. Forget it."

"I get you," she admitted, looking around at the other agents doing their jobs. "It is tense. But we just have to follow Haley's orders. I could care less who Supergirl is, but if Haley wants to know, we can't disobey her orders."

I nodded, rubbing my temple. "Yeah, I guess."

"Director Danvers, Agent Y/L/N!" Brainy approached us both, a neutral smile on his face. "I see you've both had your interrogations?"

"Yes, Brainy, is everything okay? Any updates on anything?" Alex asked him.

"Nothing to report," he confirmed, before looking carefully at us both.

"You okay?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

He straightened up, clearing his throat. "Yes. If you'll excuse me."

He turned around and walked away, leaving Alex and I confused. We'd learnt not to question him though, so I didn't think much of it.

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A few days had passed since the Truth Seeker interrogation and Haley still hadn't found out Supergirl's identity, meaning her investigation was still intact. She was onto everyone like a hawk – even people who had never even spoken to Supergirl. It would be funny if it wasn't so serious.

In those few days, I felt a little different. I wasn't sure if it was confusion or an absence of something, but I felt strange, as if something wasn't right. And I didn't know why, but it was beginning to affect my sleep.

I chose not to think about it much, but after two weeks had passed, the feeling was running deeper than I wanted it to. It was keeping me up at night and I needed to know if I was actually losing my mind or not. Which meant I needed my best friend's advice.

"Alex, can we talk?" I asked her, seeing her standing at the control panel in the main hall.

She looked away from the screen and to me, probably noticing the serious expression on my face.

"Yeah, is everything okay?" she asked, giving me her full attention.

I breathed out. "I honestly don't know, can we talk in private?"

She nodded and I followed her down the corridors before we stopped at the end of an empty, rarely used one.

"What is it, Y/N?" she asked with concern.

I tried to collect my thoughts. "I don't know exactly, that's the thing. Ever since the interrogation with the Truth Seeker, I've been feeling... different."

Her expression softened and she seemed empathetic. "Different how?"

I licked my lips. "Like, I feel like something is missing. Or different. I just don't feel the same and I don't know why. It's been driving me insane, Alex. I feel like I'm losing my mind and I can't sleep because of it. Do you think it could be because of the Truth Seeker?"

Alex pursed her lips and crossed her arms. "It could be... I know what you mean. Not to your extent of course, but I have felt like something was off since that day. I've been dismissing it though."

I felt the tenseness in my body relax a little as she spoke, feeling glad I wasn't entirely crazy.

"I spoke to some of the other agents who were interrogated too," she continued, "but they didn't feel the same, so I don't know if it is the Truth Seeker. I even asked J'onn to check what's going on up here–" She motioned to her head. "–but nothing was wrong. I figured I was just having a bad few weeks. It's not hard for me to ignore."

I ran my hand through my hair and sighed. "I can't ignore it, that's the thing. It's making me feel restless."

"Y/N..." Alex frowned and rubbed my arm comfortingly. "We could ask J'onn to check you out if you want?"

I crossed my arms, shaking my head. "There's no point. I don't think I've got any reaction from the Truth Seeker – why would only me get it? I was actually thinking about going to see a therapist."

Alex nodded understandingly. "You think that will help?"

I smiled helplessly. "I have no idea, but it's all I got. It may just be something, you know, mentally wrong. Mental illness is frequent in my family."

Alex nodded and pulled me in for a side hug. "If you need anything from me, Y/N, just ask."

I relaxed my head on Alex's shoulder and nodded. "I know, Alex. Thanks."

She squeezed my arm reassuringly.

"Thanks for not turning into an arse or anything when you became Director, too," I added to lighten the mood.

She began to laugh as she shoved me away gently. I smiled, feeling a little better for the moment. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad. Therapy might help. If I knew what was wrong with me, I wouldn't feel so alone.

So, therapy was exactly what I did. I booked an appointment with a therapist, courtesy of the DEO's resources, for the following week and decided to power through, ignoring this distracting feeling inside of me. But that was exactly all it was – distracting, even at the most important of times.

I had been sent out on a field mission with Alex and a dozen other agents to stop some Children of Liberty attack. Somehow the Children of Liberty had a super-powered human on their side, tormenting and abusing alien and non-alien civilians alike.

When we arrived on the scene, Alex yelled out her orders, mine being to help detain the super-powered human. Myself and another agent tried shooting the person with non-lethal ballets, but it didn't seem to be doing much but angering him. He was now grabbing the nearest alien civilians and throwing them about like rag dolls.

"Distract him, I'll grab the civilian!" I yelled to my partner, Chris, gun raised.

Chris nodded and began to shoot the super-powered human to get his attention. I ran forward when his attention was diverted and helped lead the alien-civilians to the DEO trucks waiting for them. It was chaos though – Children of Liberty were fighting back all around and some alien civilians were acting out in defence, making it harder for us to do our job.

As I was helping up a woman and leading her the other way, I got jumped on by a Child of Liberty. The woman who I was helping screamed and ran away, and I managed to flip the arsehole over my shoulder and in front of me.

He stood up with ease and ran at me, shoving me to the ground. I couldn't access my gun, so I was stuck defending myself against the oncoming punches. When the man tired, I punched him in the throat and rolled him off me, looking to grab my gun.

"Leave her alone!"

I turned and saw a civilian man holding my assault rifle and aiming it at the Child of Liberty. I widened my eyes with surprise.

"Sir, drop the gun and run!" I yelled at him, before grunting as the Cbild of Liberty from before landed a punch to my jaw.

The civilian with my gun trembled and shot the gun, but he missed by far and got shoved to the ground by the super-powered human. He ripped the gun from the civilian's hand, tossing it far away, and picked up the civilian by the neck.

I dodged an oncoming punch from the Child of Liberty who was still on me and put my marital arts skills into practice, managing to dislocate his arm and pin him to the ground in an instant. I looked over my shoulder and ran towards the super-powered human, knocking him to the ground and away from the civilian, who was now screaming and running away.

I got a few punches in before I was head butted hard. It took a few seconds for my vision to focus, to which I received another punch in the face. I could feel blood dripping from my nose now, followed by the pain.

Suddenly, the super-powered human was no longer in front of me, but thrown into the side of a building. I stumbled over my own feet, trying to take in what happened, until I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me, helping me stand up straight. I looked up and saw it was Supergirl.

"Hey, you're okay," she reassured, smiling down at me. Her breath hitched when I found her eyes, before she quickly said, "Come on."

I looked back to the super-powered human and saw some DEO agents surrounding him with guns. He was caught and could no longer hurt anyone now, thanks to Supergirl.

The blonde alien led me back to where Alex was stood, who immediately took me from Supergirl's arms and hugged me with relief.

"That looked like it hurt," Alex said, pulling away from me and giving me a rag to stop my bleeding nose.

"You have no idea," I said, trying to stop the bleeding. I turned around and saw Supergirl still standing there, though by now, Haley was heading her way and I knew things wouldn't be good.

"Thanks for that, you saved my life," I managed to say to Supergirl, who looked like she wanted to say something back, but couldn't because Haley stood before us.

"What are you doing here, Supergirl?" she immediately snapped at the alien. "You aren't part of the DEO anymore. This is an official case."

Supergirl nodded. "People were in trouble, including your agents. I help everyone and you can't stop me from doing that."

Haley didn't seem to like that response, but it didn't matter because Supergirl flew off before she could think up a reply.

"She saved my life," I spoke up, gaining Haley's attention. "I'm glad she was here."

Haley narrowed her eyes at me. "I didn't ask for your opinion, agent. But now that you've deemed it convenient for you to speak, let me say, your actions today were atrocious."

"Hal–"

"Butt out, Director Danvers," Haley cut Alex off with a glare. "This only involves Y/L/N and I." She looked back to me and said, "You managed to endanger a civilian and allow that same civilian to get ahold of your weapon. You also required Supergirl's help to get out of the mess you created. You didn't do your job."

"It won't happen again," I promised. "I wasn't thinking, I was just–"

"Distracted," she interrupted. "You were distracted, as you've been a lot recently. Don't think I haven't noticed."

"I'm going to get help," I said, wiping my nose and pleading with her. "I know I've been off, but it's not permanent. I've got a therapy session next week and I'll train more. I'll get back to how I was, I swear."

Haley shook her head. "Maybe you should pull that therapy session up to tomorrow. I don't expect anything less than perfect on my force."

I frowned, knowing where this was going. Of course she'd noticed. I hadn't been myself lately and it was showing in my actions, just like today.

"You are officially suspended from further work at the DEO, until you can prove you are mentally and physically stronger than you are now," she finalised.

"You can't just do that!" Alex yelled, but I pulled her back.

"Alex, it's okay," I mumbled, squeezing her hand.

"I'd listen to Y/L/N, Danvers," Haley said darkly. "We wouldn't want to go looking for another Director now, would we?"

Alex clenched her jaw as Haley marched away to check on some other agents. When she was out of earshot, Alex punched the car door near her.

"I can't believe she suspended you," she exploded with anger.

"It's only temporary," I told her, before breathing out. "I wish it was nonexistent, but I don't know, maybe she's right. I haven't been myself lately."

Alex's anger left her expression for the moment as she looked to me. "Y/N, you said it yourself. You're getting help. That doesn't mean you shouldn't work. You're amazing at your job and Haley shouldn't get to say otherwise!"

I shrugged, moving to lean against the car door for support. "I don't know. All I know is I need to get my shit together or I won't be coming back."

Alex looked to me with the utmost certainty. "You'll be okay. I'll help you no matter what."

And Alex didn't lie. After my first therapy session, she visited me to talk to me about how it went. I shared as much as I wanted to with her and she sat with me, not interrupting as I told her everything. She visited regularly after that, too, whilst I tried to focus on myself, whether that be with therapy or training.

After my second therapy session, Alex invited me to a game night at her sister's house. She said she wanted me to get out there a bit more, since I wasn't at the DEO anymore. I said yes, deciding it would be nice to have a change in scenery.

I'd never met Alex's little sister before, but she'd been mentioned near enough always so I was looking forward to meeting her finally.

I knocked on the apartment door and it opened to reveal Alex smiling brightly.

"You're an idiot," I told her, giving her a playful glare.

"What did I do this time?" she asked with a chuckle, stepping to the side to let me in.

I entered and turned around as Alex closed the door. "You told me the wrong apartment number in your text. I knocked on the wrong door and some poor old woman woke up from her nap because of my knocking."

Alex pulled a face. "What? No I– oh..."

She was checking her text and I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Yeah, oh," I teased before repeating, "You're an idiot."

She smiled sheepishly. "Sorry...? Anyway, you're here now, so it's all good."

I gave her a knowing look as she motioned around her. "This is Kara's apartment."

I glanced around and felt a sense of familiarity. "Have I been here before?" I asked Alex, furrowing my eyebrows. "I feel like I have."

Alex shook her head. "Not to my knowledge... Oh, Kara's coming."

I ignored the sense of deja vu I felt and turned to see a blonde woman walking towards us. She smiled as she met my eyes, but it seemed half-hearted.

"You must be Kara, Alex's little sister;" I said, smiling in return. "I'm Y/N."

Kara nodded and bit her lip as she glanced down for a moment. "Alex's little sister, right... glad to see you could make it, Y/N."

"Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone," Alex said, dragging me to the others who were sat on the couches.

I barely had chance to thank Kara for letting me come over before I was dragged and introduced to everyone. Well, I knew J'onn and Brainy already, but I befriended James and Nia. Apparently there was another girl – the infamous Lena Luthor – who was supposed to come tonight, too, but she couldn't make it.

Game night pretty much consisted of us playing several different games like Charades, Monopoly, Jenga and a few others, whilst smack-talking our day jobs. Pizza was ordered, wine was poured, and I got to know Alex's (well, Kara's) friends better. They were all lovely and I almost forgot why I was there in the first place.

We were in the middle of watching an intense game of cards between Brainy and J'onn when I saw Kara taking the takeaway boxes and empty glasses into the kitchen. I stood up and grabbed the remaining glasses, joining her in the kitchen.  

"Hey, you didn't have to do that," Kara said when she noticed me.

"It's cool," I shrugged, leaving the glasses by the sink. "I don't mind washing up if you want."

Kara shook her head politely. "No need. I'll just stack the dishwasher later."

I nodded and went quiet for a moment, watching Kara pack the leftover pizza to put in the fridge.

"Thank you for having me over tonight," I said, glad to have the chance to finally speak to her without excited yelling in the background. "I know it was technically Alex who invited me, but thanks."

She paused and looked up at me, offering a small smile. "It's okay. Alex kind of told me about everything that's happening with you and she thought you could use the break. So did I."

I chuckled and felt my cheeks growing warm with embarrassment. "Wow. Your first impression of your sister's best friend is that she's crazy. Now I'm thankful you even let me in your house."

Kara stifled a laugh. "I never thought that. I just thought that there was this girl who was having some troubles and needed a break from it all. That's all."

I smiled gratefully at the blonde. "Well, I appreciate that, Kara."

Kara glanced up at me from the pizza box and I never really realised how pretty her eyes were until she was staring at me for so long. They seemed so familiar, too, and I suddenly didn't feel so lost.

"Hey, is there anymore pizza?" Alex's voice made me jump and I broke eye contact with Kara. "I'm feeling peckish."

Kara smiled at her sister and handed her another slice.

"Awesome, thanks," Alex spoke with her mouth full.

"Oh, Alex," I complained, nudging her jokingly.

Alex laughed and headed back into the living-room to join the others.

"I don't know if Alex said, but we do this every Friday," Kara spoke up, grabbing my attention again. "If you're not busy, you can come..."

I nodded, smiling softly. "I'm currently unemployed, so why not?"

Kara chuckled and bit her lip, looking down for a moment. I couldn't really get myself to look away, instead accidentally admiring her and the comforting energy she radiated.

She looked up again and nodded my way. "Does that hurt much?"

I subconsciously raised my hand to my bruised jaw and sighed. "A little. It's not as bad compared to when I first got it, but yeah."

"How did you get it? If you don't mind saying..."

I smiled at her to lighten the mood. "I was on a mission and got into a fight with some Children of Liberty. It got pretty rough because my mind has been elsewhere lately, as you know, but Supergirl saved me. She really is the girl of steel, isn't she?"

Kara suppressed a smile. "So you don't think Supergirl should stay away from the DEO?"

I pulled a face and shook my head. "Definitely not. And the fact that you know that means Alex has been telling you more than she should be... what was it you did again?"

"Journalist at CatCo," she quipped with a stifled grin of amusement.

I nodded, mirroring her expression. "Ah, see? You know the ins and outs of our work and you're a journalist. Is that really the best combo?"

Laughter slipped from her lips and I felt my heart beat exceptionally fast at that moment, to my surprise.

"I guess that just makes it easier to talk to you, though," I complimented, giving her a grateful look. "Nothing to hide."

Her grin faded into a small smile as she broke eye contact. "Yeah..."

"Are you guys coming back? We're starting another round of Jenga!" Alex called to us.

"I believe that's our cue," I said to Kara, standing up straight and making a move to leave. "You playing?"

Kara looked back up and breathed out, giving me a half-hearted smile. "Right behind you."

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1989

Saying goodbye to the Losers was one of the hardest things Y/N had ever had to do. It was even harder than fighting a clown that turned into one's fears which was saying a lot, so when the day came where Y/N would be leaving Derry and returning home she was a mess to say the least.

She had woken up in an odd mood, a feeling of dread washing over her as she had looked to her clock to see that Beverly had already left for Portland and that she would be leaving soon as well. It was like she was going through the motions that morning, Stan never leaving her side as the two cousins worked on packing her stuff up. Neither found themselves able to utter a single word and it had to be the quietest the two had been all summer.

It was only when the last of her stuff was packed in the car and the two were sitting in their birdwatching spot in the woods that they broke the silence, Stan letting out a soft sigh as he glanced at his cousin with a hopeful look in his eyes. "You sure you don't want to just move here?" he questioned.

"I wish," Y/N sighed, glancing down at her hands before letting her gentle gaze fall on her curly haired best friend. "But you know my parents would never allow it."

Stan frowned and Y/N watched as he pulled his knees close to his chest, hugging them tight in an attempt to comfort himself. "Things are going to change, aren't they?" Stan whispered, his words making the young girl still.

Change had always been a scary subject for her and she knew her life would be different the moment she left Derry. However, before she could dwell too much on it, she distantly remembered Bill's words to her the day her parents had called to tell her their divorce was finalized.

"Yes, they are," Y/N admitted and she tried to ignore the pained look on her cousin's face. "But," she said causing Stan to look to her, "just because our lives are changing does not mean everything will. We will still always have each other, you know. We'll always be best friends."

Stan was silent for a moment as he let his eyes flicker over the girl's face, relaxing slightly at the gentle and warm smile she gave him. He had never felt more loved than in that moment, but his worries still troubled him.

"Promise?" Stan whispered, shakily holding up his pinkie. He needed the confirmation and they both knew it. He wouldn't be able to let her go if she didn't.

"I promise, Stanley," Y/N whispered as she reached out and locked their pinkies together. They had always taken pinkie promises seriously, so a promise like this was a big deal for the two. "Best friends until death do us part."

"Until death do us part," Stan agreed, his voice soft as he squeezed his cousin's pinkie one last time.

They would end up following that promise until death did break them apart, but they didn't have to worry about that for now. They still had a long twenty seven years of friendship ahead of them and there was no need to worry about it for now.

It wasn't much longer before the Losers began to show up, Bill being the first and sneakily pressing a kiss to the girl's cheek when no one was looking. Then came Ben and Mike before finally Richie and Eddie showed up.

Y/N had hugged Ben first, the boy struggling to stop his tears as he hugged her tight. He thought back to when they had first met, how she had seemed to glow as she softly asked if he was alright after his run in with Bowers. She was like his own guardian angel and Ben had been so happy when she became his friend.

He hadn't wanted to let her go, but knowing she had the others to say goodbye to, he had reluctantly released the girl. Y/N had given him one last smile behind her tears, gently brushing his hair out of his face and whispering "Goodbye, Ben" before moving onto Mike who was quick to envelope the girl in a big hug.

Mike hadn't thought saying goodbye would be so hard, but he realized just how wrong he was as he hugged Y/N for the last time. She had saved his life on more than one occasion and the two had only grown closer as the summer went on. Y/N was Mike's first friend and he would forever be grateful for that, but saying goodbye to her was harder than being forced to kill the sheep on his farm.

"Goodbye, Mike."

Richie was next and he tried to hide his sadness, but it was evident in the way he held onto her, his hands balling into fists as he gripped onto her like he was afraid he would never see her again. The two had been through a lot together that summer and had leaned on each other for comfort when the others weren't around.

Richie couldn't even stop himself from tearing up as the two pulled away and he quickly bowed his head to hide his tears. Y/N gently pushed his chin up so that he could look at her and the two stared at each other with watery eyes and sad smiles on their faces.

"You're not going soft on me now, are you?" Y/N teased earning a weak chuckle from the boy.

"Only for you, darling, but don't go around telling the others. It'll ruin my reputation," Richie joked half heartedly, but it was still enough to make the girl smile.

"Goodbye, Rich."

Eddie about broke her heart when she turned to him, the boy gently shaking his head and refusing to make eye contact with her. He didn't want to believe it, didn't want to accept that Y/N was leaving him. How would he go on without her? She was the one who kept him calm, the one who always knew how to comfort him when no one else understood. It felt like he was saying goodbye to a sister and he knew he was a goner the moment she turned her attention to him.

"Eds," Y/N sighed, her voice soft, but the word had barely left her mouth before Eddie was rushing forwards and pulling her in for a hug. He had to choke back a sob as he held onto her and Y/N shook in his hold as she began to cry. She had been doing so well up until that point, but Eddie had broken her and Bill would only be worse.

But for now Y/N focused on Eddie who gripped onto her with his one good arm as the tears freely flowed down his face. Not even Richie made fun of the boy for his tears for he too had begun to cry watching Eddie and Y/N embrace.

Stan was the one who had to break the two up, gently pulling Eddie back as the boy looked to Y/N with a heartbroken expression on his face. Y/N gave the boy a weak smile and wiped at her tears as she whispered, "Goodbye, Eddie."

She had to turn away from the boy quick before she could see his reaction to her words, but that may have not been the best idea for the sight of Bill was what broke her.

There the boy stood, his hands in his pockets as he shyly looked at the girl with red eyes as he struggled to hold back his tears. He gave her the softest of smiles and Y/N let out a small sob as she walked towards the boy who was already standing with his arms out waiting for her.

Y/N dug her face into the crook of Bill's neck, her hands balling into fists on the back of his shirt as another sob racked through her body and was muffled by his shirt. Bill swallowed thickly and let out a shaky breath as the tears he had desperately been trying to hold back began to fall.

Bill was the first to pull away, knowing that it would only make things harder for the girl if they hugged any longer. He kept the closer distance as he reached up and cupped the crying girl's face, using his thumbs to wipe away her tears as he smiled gently down at her.

Y/N didn't even care that the others were watching and was quick to push herself up on her toes ever so slightly in order to capture Bill's lips in one last kiss. A small gasp was heard from the others before Richie's taunting voice muttered, "I fucking knew it."

The kiss was short, but held more meaning than any words could at the moment. Y/N slowly pulled away but stayed close enough that their noses brushed against one another as they stared into each other's eyes.

"Goodbye, Bill," Y/N whispered, her eyes flickering over the boy's face as she tried to engrave this moment into her memory. He was beautiful even with tear stains on his face and the sight was enough to make her heart skip a beat.

"Goodbye, Y/N," Bill whispered back, his voice cracking slightly as he gave her a shaky smile that the girl returned.

Bill allowed himself to admire the girl for a moment more, taking in her presence and that Y/N Uris smile of hers that he adored so much. He was going to miss her more than either of them would ever be able to put into words.

Bill glanced at Stan and gave the curly haired boy a small nod. Stan took the hint and went over to his cousin's side, gently beginning to pull her away while Y/N began to hold onto Bill's arms just a little tighter.

It was obvious she didn't want to go, but they both knew that she had to and maybe that's why her grip loosened once again as she allowed Stan to pull her back. Bill and Y/N kept their eyes locked on each other as their hands got one last lingering touch before Y/N was pulled away completely.

Y/N barely remembered getting into the car, but Stan was by her side within seconds, gently taking her hand in his and giving it a small squeeze to tell her that she was not alone. The h/c girl let out a shaky breath as she looked to her cousin and Stan merely gave her a small reassuring smile that enabled the girl to look out the window which she had rolled down in order to look at her friends one last time.

"Don't forget about us, sweetheart!" Richie exclaimed from the sidewalk, a teasing grin on his face as he wiped at the tears that had managed to escape.

Y/N's eyes flickered over each of her friends, starting with Stan who sat beside her in the car and moving to the others who stood outside—Ben, Mike, Eddie, Richie, and finally Bill. Each of them was desperately trying to keep it together and Y/N felt her eyes begin to water again as a smile appeared on her face.

"Forget about you? I can assure you that will never happen," Y/N told them, giving each of them one last smile which they quickly returned as the car began to pull away.

Little did she know just how wrong she was.

Y/N Uris wouldn't see them again for twenty seven years.

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[halfwit-halfblood]

some books i got recently that i'm really excited to get to

— Buried Beneath the Baobab Tree by Adaobi Tricia Nwaubani

This book has been on my wishlist for well over a year and I've finally gotten my hands on it.

It's about a woman who was taken from her home by Boko Haram and her fight for survival, based off of the stories from real life survivors.

It sounds fascinating and I'm looking forward to expanding my horizons a bit and educating myself some more.

— The Deathless Girls by Kiran Millwood Hargrave

Honestly I don't know an awful lot about this book. The extent of my knowledge is that it's an LGBT+ story about the brides of Dracula and that's all I need to know, really. It's convenient considering Dracula is also on my TBR for October, so this fits nicely within my spooky theme.

Also the cover... I couldn't not buy it. I'm weak.

— Steel Tide by Natalie C. Parker

I'm so excited for this!!! I'm starting it today and I'm fully expecting to devour it within the day. The first book, Seafire, was incredible and combined everything I could ever wish for in a book into one; A diverse ensemble cast of women set sail across the sea in a mildly apocalyptic world to take down a corrupt old man threatening the lives and the safety of everyone who doesn't submit to his rule.

I'm really sad there's no UK release date set for this book yet, but also a little bit glad because it means I get the incredible US hardcover with my gals Caledonia and Pisces on it. I'm looking forward to getting back on the seas with them. 💙

— Five Dark Fates by Kendare Blake

Admittedly, I've already finished this, and it DESTROYED me in the best way possible.

The fourth and final book in the Three Dark Crowns series, my favourite series of all time (other than Harry Potter), was explosive and heartbreaking but so perfectly executed and I'm so incredibly grateful to have such a series in my life.

These books own a piece of soul and I know it always will. There's no force in the universe that could lessen my love for the queens of Fennbirn and their journey. This finale had me screaming and sobbing so hard I gave myself a headache, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

No doubt one of my favourite books of the year and if I try to write anymore I'm going to start crying again.

— His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman

I feel like a waste of a bookseller without having read Pullman. With The Secret Commonwealth coming out next week and the TV series announced, I need to get my shit together and read his books, and I might as well do it with a stunning bind-up of all three. I'm not sure when I'll get it to it, maybe December when it's cold and snowy and seems more appropriate, but I hope it'll be this year.

— Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo

I'd given up thinking I was ever going to bag myself an advance copy of this book, but I DID IT.

Leigh Bardugo is no doubt one of my favourite authors and I'm stupidly excited to take the dive into her first adult fantasy novel which focuses on the secret societies at Yale University and all the intricate plays of power and privilege within them, mixed with plenty of murder and stomach-turning gruesomeness. I think it officially comes out on the 1st October (?) in the US and the 8th for UK.

[petersfern-fics]

Heat | Michael Langdon

A/N I originally wrote this for another character but it didn't quite fit his style, but it definitely works for Michael + this gif oof

Warnings: Smut / Daddy mentions / Sir mentions / Dom!Michael / Sub!Reader / Language

Words: 2292 wow...

You huffed, flipping yourself over, pushing the blanket that draped over your legs down with your feet. The room you lay in was fairly large, the ceilings sat tall above you, the overhead fan on it's full setting. Even with the widows drawn open and the doors set ajar, you still felt the heat settling thickly around you - as if you lay in a sauna.

You moaned, sitting yourself up on your elbows, looking down at the body lay next to you, expecting it to be tossing and turning in the same manner as you. However, Michael looked as if he'd been asleep for hours, his curls hung lazily in front of his eyes, the bedsheets looking as though they had been strategically placed across his waist - exposing the bottoms of his legs and his toned torso. You moaned again, realising you were in fact alone, this time flopping back down on the bed, the force richocheting through the springs. Bringing your hands up to your head, you felt small droplets of sweat beading from your hairline, the small whispies that framed your face already turned to frizz.

The News had said this was the hottest summer to grace LA in over 20 years and you didn't doubt it for a second. It was well over 30°F than what you were used to and everyday tasks turned into chores you wished would end as soon as they started. However, the heat didn't seem to bother Michael and he lay fast asleep as he usually did - soft snores escaping his lips

"Michael...." You spoke in a drawn out whisper, as if you weren't entirely sure whether you should wake him up. "Michael..." You groaned again after gaining no response - this time tapping his forearm with the back of your hand; his body a lot cooler than yourself.

"Hmm..." A half-hearted grunt seemed to be all he could muster, however he did turn his body to face you, his eyes still closed.

"It's too hot" You whimpered, still huffing as you sat yourself up on the bed, looking down at Michael waiting for a response - which came in a half hearted grumble.

"Just... Try and sleep, baby" His sentence was inturrupted by a yawn and he brought his hand beneath his head, snuggling into his pillow.

"I can't it's too hot!" You raised your voice slightly causing him to open his eyes, his attempt at sleep cut short by your moaning.

"What do you want me to do about it?" He raised his voice to match yours. You could see he was becoming annoyed at your complaints, his mouth slightly hung open in disbelief. "Listen..." He spoke after a few minutes, his voice now a lot softer. "Don't think about the heat, baby. Just give me the covers and turn over. It'll be morning before you know it..." He took your hand in his, bringing it to his lips and placing a small kiss on the back of it. You nodded your head, smiling slightly.

"Okay, baby. Night..." You took heed of Michael's advice, piling the sheets onto his side of the bed and turning over to face the window next to you. The curtains hung outside, a slight breeze swaying them, however still not enough to cool you down. You glanced at the clock above the door, the time reading 1:30am. Morning wasn't coming as quickly as Michael had promised and you could now feel the heat more prominently on your legs; as if the covers had protected you. Now, you lay face up, staring at the ceiling, a slight pout pressed on your lips. You could feel the heat lying thickly on your body, your arms and legs weighed down against the bed, the shorts and vest you wore sticking to your skin. You let out a fake sob, the heat becoming more and more unbearable as time passed.

"Baby...." Michael moaned, pushing himself up as he rubbed his eyes, another yawn escaping his lips.

"I'm sorry, but the heat is jus--"

"If you don't stop going on about how hot is it, i'm going to give you a reason to feel hot" Michael moved on top of you in one fluid motion, his voice a low grumble, legs straddling your waist. His hands held his weight on each side of your head as he looked down on you, his eyes a darker shade than normal. You were suddenly taken aback, sinking down into the pillow you lay on, a small gasp leaving the comfort of your lips.

As you looked up into Michael's eyes you knew he wanted to shut you up and there was only one way to do it.

"Fuck me..." Your face became stern, your lips knit tightly together, your breathing slowly increasing as Michael crashed his lips into yours, cupping your face in his hands and pulling you up to him. You brought your hands up into his hair, carding your fingers through his locks, pulling on them to establish some dominance between the two of you. You could already feel yourself becoming wetter and wetter, even though you'd only been intimate for a matter of seconds. However, Michael began nibbling at your bottom lip, an act which wouldn't have had much of an impact on you unless he was grinding on your waist. And he was. His hips moved in a circular motion, his hands now interlocked behind your neck. You moaned into his mouth, the hot breaths the two of you drew in mingling in the miniscule gap between your lips.

"Michael..." You breathed, returning the favour and pulling at his bottom lip, smiling into the tug.

"No, baby, no. Say my name. What's my name?" He replied, his mouth turned up in a devilish grin, his eyes filled with what you could only describe as lust.

You answered as a statement rather than a question. You already knew the name Michael was referring to and was happy to oblige to his instruction.

You drew back from his lips, leaving just enough space between the two of you to utter a single word: "Daddy". Upon saying Michael's name, his movements changed, his actions becoming more and more intense.

Now, he was moving forwards and backwards, the fricton between the two of you enough to cause him to become hard and you even wetter than before. Michael pressed his lips against yours once more, this time not focusing too hard on them, but instead moving down to your jawline - his hips still rhymically grinding against yours. He sucked and pulled on your neck, making sure to hit the soft spot under your ear, leaving a purple puckered bruise in his wake as his hands felt for the hem of your vest. In one swift movement, the vest was flung from your body and Michael pounced on your chest, his mouth migrating south to your breasts and his hands north to roughly cup them in his hands. His fingertips were cold compared to your heated skin, and they danced around your nipple sending goosebumps through your body, while his lips and teeth tugged on the other.

"Daddy..." You let out a slight moan as you threaded your fingers through his locks, pulling him closer into your chest, his tongue flicking against your nipple. "Please..." You pushed Michael's head down, but he resisted. Instead, he removed himself from your chest and brought his lips back up to your mouth but didn't kiss them, just hovering.

"I make the rules" He spoke harshly, his face set cold. Michael pulled your wrists up above your head, placing them on top of each other as he pushed you down onto the bed - a smug smile pressed against his lips. "Keep them there" He spoke again, his voice a low rumble. Michael knew you could get wet just from the sound of his voice and he was using this to his advantage, letting out small moans and profanities whenever he saw fit. Once he'd taken his hands away from yours, a small "Yes, Sir" escaped your bruised lips - suprring him on - and he moved down to your shorts, teasingly pulling at the hem. He curled his fingers under the waistband, promptly pulling them down past your knees and letting them drop lazily to the floor. Michael wasted no time in connecting himself with you again, gripping the edges of your panties with his teeth and pulling them away until they were far enough down for him to have access to you. You were now a dripping mess; a mixture of Michael's touch and the site of him biting his lip at you causing you to collapse even further into the bed than you already were. He began to delicately run his tongue through your slit, first starting off with simple forwards and backwards motions, however his mouth then found it's way to your clit and you knew you wouldn't be able to last until the main event. Michael began nibbling at the little ball of nerves, taking it into his mouth and wrapping his lips around it; sucking and flicking his tongue every which way.

"Micha..." You knew this wasn't what Michael wanted to be called, however under his touch you fell apart, your thoughts and words out of sync.

"What's my name?" His voice vibrated against your clit, the heat of his words sending goosebumps down your spine.

"Daddy, daddy..." You felt Michael smile into you as he proceeded with his actions, taking your clit in his mouth and sucking on the nerves. Without warning, he thrusted a finger into you, retracting it from within once he was knuckle-deep. You threw your head back in pleasure, your eyes scrunched tight. It was taking everything you had to keep your hands above your head; to not grip Michael's locks and pull him in closer. You decided not to test the waters just yet, but to instead allow him to do his bidding.

Once you'd gotten used to his finger, he began pumping in and out of you, each time pushing in deeper than the last until he reached his knuckle. You bucked your hips up toward him, a silent plead for another finger to be added to his actions.

"What do you say?" Michael asked, clearly understanding what you wanted.

"Please, daddy. More, I need more!" You let out a breathless whisper, your words getting caught in your throat slightly. You didn't even have to finish your sentence before Michael added another finger, curling them up to repeatedly hit your g-spot. His lips never left your clit, every now and then they would travel down to where his hand began - his tongue lapping up any wetness you produced - but quickly resumed their place on your clit within a matter of seconds. You gripped Michael's hair, pulling him up from your slit, briging his eyes to meet yours - his fingers still pumping in and out of you. You nodded toward him, your breathing staggered as he pulling his fingers out, bringing them up to his lips. No words were exchanged between the two of you as Michael tasted you, his tongue moving between the two fingers he used to make you this way.

"You taste so good, baby" He finally said, his voice still the same low grumble he had used before, the wetness still seeping from the hole Michael's hand had once inhabited.

"Fuck me, daddy..." You could barely form sentences anymore, the euphoric state you were in taking over your senses, the heat that once bothered you now only adding to the moment. At the sound of his name, Michael pushed himself up, letting his boxers fall to the ground, his dick springing up out of the material. You whimpered slightly, the absence of the heat Michael provided between your legs growing more and more unbearable as time passed.

Just when you thought you couldn't take anymore, he climbed back on top of you, lining his tip up with your enterance, his face hovering mere centimetres over yours. You leant up, kissing his lips, tugging at them slightly - giving him the OK to enter you.

He smiled down into your lips, thrusting forward into you. You could feel your arms beginning to grow tired and knew Michael wouldn't mind if you moved them now; his mind would be elsewhere. You brought them round his neck, scratching at his back, leaving small indents on his shoulder blades with each thrust he took.

"Come for me baby..." Michael began to speak, his voice vibrating against your ear, his lips nibbling at your neck, pulling and kneading the skin with his tongue. "Come on, baby girl. Come for daddy..." This was all it took for you to collapse around Michael's member, the thrusts becoming sloppy and sporadic, your breathing hitching on every off beat.

"Fuck!" You screamed out, clawing at the skin on Michael's back as he filled you up; the sweat dripping from his forehead falling onto yours, grunts and moans caught in the back of his throat.

"Fuck me!" He yelled, falling beside you, pushing the wet hair that hung over his eyes up onto his head. You lay there, trying to catch your breath, the room now filled with inaudible gasps coming from the both of you.

"Michael..." You spoke quietly, tapping his arm like you had done before he had clambered on top of you. "I'm too hot..." You jokingly said, a smug smile widending your lips.

"Fuck you...!" Michael chuckled back, playfully batting your hand away from his arm.

He placed his head on your chest - his eyes fluttering closed - leaving you staring at the ceiling, your body still recovering from the ecstacy you had felt just moments before.

💕: @avesatanormalpeoplescareme @michael-langdon-appreciation @sojournmichael @xlangdons-evilbabygirlx

[pbandjesse]

I've had a really crappy day. I slept okay but I felt bad when I woke up. It was kind of just shaky and tired. I thought eating would help so right when I got up I wash my face and put lotion all over me and put on a tank top and went to make a sandwich. But it just tasted Bland and I just felt more tired.

I laid back in bed and watch videos. Eventually I just fell back asleep. It was fitful nap and I felt worse when I got up. Everything hurt and bad taste in my mouth that will not go away. And I just wanted to sleep but I knew I needed to get something accomplished.

I did complete the Mother's Day thing I wanted to do and when I go back to visit my family I will give it to my mom then because I don't know how to mail it safely. I felt good making something but I still just felt so tired.

I laid back down but I didn't sleep I just kind of listen to videos. But I was getting worse. My hands were visibly shaking and I hurt everywhere. I was half convinced I was going to throw up. Run 3 I thought I should call out from the science center. But then I was like no you can do it. And have slept for an hour but when I woke up again I felt even worse. I stood up to go get dressed and I swooned and I almost fell over. So I had to call out. I hated doing it so late in the day but Alysia was really nice about. And just hope that I got better.

I felt a little bit better knowing that I didn't have to go anywhere. But I needed to eat something. James said that it would be a good idea to order food since I was having trouble standing. And I thought Chipotle would be good because there's lots of vegetables. So I ordered that on Postmates and the girls who delivered it were very nice. And it did help me feel a little bit better but I still felt very weak and tired.

So it's going to take a bath. I started running the water and I was walking around doing a couple other things. Feeding sweet pea. And then I went to grab the mail. Which is when I had to go turn the water off. Because I found out that even though I have tried to pay my taxes three separate times it has still not worked.

First time I try to do it electronically and it just didn't work. The next to where my check. To check that has been cashed. So the government has not taken over $1,000 from me told me it was misapplied and told me I still owe money was now a late fee. The late fee is under $5 but still! So I started hysterically sobbing. I don't understand why the first year I ever have to do my taxes by myself. When I told my dad that I couldn't do it. That I didn't know how to do it and I never been set up to do it. Everything has gone wrong. Literally everything. From owing hundreds of dollars. Do now being charged multiple times. And I got the letter at like 7:30 so I couldn't call because their office is closed at 7 and don't open again until Monday.

I called my dad and he helped calm me down a bit. I'm just so frustrated. Like now I'm $1,000 down in my bank account. So I don't have the rent money that's usually in there by this time of the month. I know we're only a weekend but usually I already have it because of savings and the left over from last month. So I'm really frustrated and I'm worried that my bills are going to deplete my account and I'm going to have to take all my savings out again. The savings I worked very hard for. Stuff that is supposed to be for moving. And then I told James and I just felt like he was making it about himself again. That he was upset that he was doing it and blah blah blah. So then I just was upset with him. So he's going to come over tomorrow to talk about it but still. It just made me feel worse. Like I have to worry about his feelings when I'm allowed to have my own In This Moment.

I did take a bath and it helped me calm down a little bit. But I still just feel bad and there's a bad taste in my mouth. I'm supposed to be judging history day thing tomorrow and I'm really looking forward to it but I'm also sad that I feel so shity.

James will be here soon and hopefully we can talk things through and I won't feel so upset. And then I can get some good sleep because I have to be there at like 7:30 tomorrow morning. And I hate being up that early but I'm going to call the car and it'll be fine.

I hope you all have a good night. Send me your Good Vibes because I desperately need them