#jealous kyle

[unauvaverde]

[drgnflyteabox]

Fem!reader x 141

Honestly might be able to to something with the gross stuff I saw at the hardware store I used to work at (except make it hot and 141)

Imagine you're a cashier, the only one with early morning availability so you're there at 5:45am for the 6am start. It's always the worst kinds of contractors there: rude, tired, dirty, leering gazes and sexist comments

You're pretty sick of it, but you get paid a bit more than minimum wage and you're done by 11am so, you take it with a cheery smile and fast service

The 141 contracting company starts spending at your store. So much, in fact, that your manager personally takes you aside to mention just how much they do - nearly a million a year - and how no matter what, your job is to be nice and please them

Well, you can do that. You've dealt with crazy, awful old contractors screaming in your face about lumber prices at 6:30am more than once, heard them talking about your tit's or your ass right in front of you - you can handle it

Until the masked one comes in first and hes huge, dark hoodie and cargo pants hanging low on his hips. He hands you 3k in bills only there are bloodstains on them and he watches you closely the whole time you count them out

It's... not a first, but the look he gives you makes you shiver. Pale eyelashes, tall, intimidating

The second is nicer. Too nice, in fact. He charms you before you're even fully awake, and your shift goes by quickly thinking about that winning smile and the way he'd touched your fingers while he handed you a stack of bills... not to mention those soft brown eyes

The third is... intense, for 8am. He rolls on the balls of his feet, stares at you harder than the masked one. He offers to buy you a hot chocolate at the coffee shop next door and grins like you made a joke when you decline

Their boss is fucking dreamy. Even you have to admit it, trying not to look up at his mustached, frankly porno-esque face. He's huge, as tall as the others but thick, with a little pudge around his belly. He trudges in with thick workboots and a stained t shirt, pays for 24k worth of material with a lazy smile on his face like it's nothing

You might ask head cash to move you to the garden center after all...

[laswells-ashtray]

Price might be in a relationship with Nik but it doesn't change the fact that he's possessive as fuck over his boys in 141.

They go to a bar and someone starts getting too pushy with Gaz? Gaz could deal with it on his own but he really doesn't feel like causing a scene and this guy is just really struggling to take the hints he's giving him. John pushes himself between them and leads Gaz away with a tight hand on his shoulder. "Sergeant, with me."

They have to work with another team, the other Captain is talking to Soap and very pointedly mentioning an open space available on his team. Price knows Soap would never take it but it makes his blood boil regardless. He very shamelessly interrupts their conversation, talking over the other man. "MacTavish, Riley was looking for you. Better go find him before he kicks off, isn't known for his patience." Ghost isn't looking for Soap. Hell, Ghost isn't even bothered by the other Captain trying to offer Soap a job because Johnny would never take it but John will be damned if he lets that Captain talk to one of his men as if he isn't their Captain.

Everyone knows Ghost and Price have a weird relationship but no one really gets it, John won't hear a bad word against Simon's name and Simon isn't anyone's mutt but if John tugs on his leash, he'll bark. Simon takes a pretty brutal hit on a mission while keeping an eye on John and it leaves John enraged. "Riley, if you're gonna get killed then it'll be by my bloody hands."

[ramvur]

did this lil trend

[emacrow]

Robin met Nekomata

Previous original plot

Batman have been getting heist reports committed for the past 3 months all jewelry related along with cat themes ones.

Batman had check and rechecked 17 times in the vide surveillance camera and only see a glitchy mesh of some glowing green cat slits eyes before statics and then the jewelries goes missing without triggering any alarms in seconds..

Batman had Robin after they searched through most of Catwomens hideouts, only getting lucky on the 9th one ironically.

Selina was viewing a beautiful ancient vase of a cat made with pure Green Jade with a glee in her eyes before Batman and Robin smashed down from the glass ceiling of the warehouse.

"Catwomen." Bruce said looming menacing in his batsuit. Robin on guard in the back taking in the sight before him.

"Aw, Batman~ what a purrrrrrfect surprise to see you again~." Selina said smiling with her black lipstick gleaming a bit, gently putting down the jade vase back into the comfy cushioned containment wooden box.

Robin could see a numerous of cat related jewelry was almost overwhelming behind selina, but then something didn't seem right before Robin noticed a tiny bundle of blankets and a NASA rocket ship.

Before he could tell batman about what he observed, he was suddenly slammed into the blind side on the left, before he could wack whoever slammed into with his boa, it was missing from his hands..

And the culprit was zooming at top speed in front of Selina.

It was a meta toddler holding his Boa with two tails .., with the most excited face as if he was about to bounce off the walls.

"I see you met my newest stray, Nekomata~. You did a great job hun." Selina said petting the little cat like boy who was purring louder then motor.

Robin has several questions as he trying not to mentally adopt the cat like meta child. (But it a cat, and cats are animals and he wanna know badly where he can get one of those or somehow steal Bruce adoption forms to bribe selina into keeping that precious kitty right there)

[snifsnoof]

for requests: stan babysitting ike :)

quick shitty school doodle :)) i feel like ike in his teen years would be a huge crimson dawn fan (it pisses kyle off royally because he hates metal), and he thinks its super awesome that his brother's best friend just so happens to be the bands frontman <33

[cherie-doll]

Helloo >_< I hope ur having a good dayy, I was just wondering if you could do like a curly-haired reader with the cod men? :p stuff like helping reader w their routines, if the reader straightens it, or like just how they feel abt it? wtv you find easier to write!

- 🦇 (reserving an anon, hope thats all good! :3)

yay another anon reserved! ...wish i hadn't damaged my curly hair with three keratin treatments and straightening it like daily, it thinned out and the curls aren't consistent :/

⋆⋆Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

Curly-Haired!Reader x COD Men

« Price...

he adores your hair in its natural state, even if you've constantly fried it by straightening it and think it's too frizzy now, there's nothing more that he loves than settling into bed after a long and hard day and spooning you, nuzzling his face into your neck and smelling the oil you've massaged into your hair

you mention how your curls seem to scratch at his face instead of caressing but he doesn't care, he's happy this way, on mornings he sleeps in and wakes up to immediately feel you still close to him and play with your hair

he doesn't care if it's messy, having slipped out of your bonnet, he loves the unruliness of it even if you don't, you complain about how you don't wake up to luscious locks or smooth straight hair, how constantly you have to hydrate it, but he just nods listening to you because he really does love it

« Ghost...

you think he couldn't care less about your hair but secretly he's admired it,

one day when you're tired of the routine of dealing with your hair you say you're going to cut it all off, get a really short haircut because you just can't deal with it anymore, Simon turns around real fast when he hears that

firmly says no, he doesn't want you cutting your hair, you have no idea how comforting it so for him to feel it when he's sitting on the living room couch, fast asleep and feeling your breath on his face as you lean over to place a kiss on his cheek

and those rare moments when your curls turn out nice he's the first to notice it, he doesn't really say much about it and you're wondering why he keeps staring at you; he's silently admiring them

« Soap...

the one who might be a little obnoxious about it, like he's the first one to notice when you straighten it, or of you leave it natural or do anything with it

since you're active and like to be busy doing things, you tie your hair up or keep it from falling onto your face with a hair bandana, he prefers to see you with your hair loose and will go pulling at your hair tie or whatever is keeping it together just to see it come down, he's able to get away before you can catch him

will stare at you with hearts in his eyes as you're fighting your hair, trying to get it to stay in a specific style but those difficult stands just won't keep down

« Gaz...

man is the one you yell for when it's hair wash day and you're already in the shower but forgot to bring your comb, it's a very specific one out of the set you own

you yell for him to hand you the brush but you own a ton, so he's holding up a different brush and every time you say it's not the one you need he has to go back to looking for another one and guessing which of the two he found could be the one

he also helps you apply cream to your hair, making sure it's evenly applied and hydrated, helps you untangle the knots in the back

« Roach...

he can't help but feel a little disappointed when he wanders into the bedroom to see you on the floor with a mirror, two different brushes/combs, hair claws and a straightener

you've been at it for almost two hours and you still need to apply oil to make the ends look less dry, all that and your arms hurt, soon as you see him you're making him help you divide your hair into sections to make sure you don't miss any curls that get away

it irks you when someone asks about your hair type and you can't say curly because they expect kinky, tightly coiled from root to end and don't understand that there's different types so you always respond with "damaged" lol

« Alejandro...

his hair gel seems to hold up better than yours does, so every time you do your hair you steal some of his and he wonders why he's having to go to the store so often to buy new gel

you probably shed a lot of hair, which often makes you question as to if you're finally going bald but that's just new hair coming in, Alejandro has to frequently shake out the blankets for any more knots of hair

he knows how insecure you can sometimes get when your hair doesn't curl perfectly but he reminds you how beautiful you really look, he also knows you being very particular about your routine so he tries to work around that, making plans for days you're likely to be less stressed about your hair

« Rudy...

knows how adamant you are to sticking to your washing routine, he knows the entire ritual you do every morning and night when styling your hair and then getting ready for bed, he won't move or change any products sitting on the bathroom counter or in the shower knowing you'll be using them

he's even changed out the pillowcases for silk ones instead because he read somewhere that those are just sm better for any hair type, he keeps your bonnets, hair claws and stuff you use for your hair organized and tidy, he cleans your brushes frequently and will go to pick up more hair product, just make sure you send him a pic or else he might get the wrong one

loves smelling your hair right after you've washed it because you apply the best smelling oils and creams and he can't resist doing so

« Phillip Graves...

he sometimes walks in to find you applying strange things into your hair... like the time he found you putting chia seeds on your hair after you had just washed it and was still wet, "you just washed it, why are-" "it's good for my hair"

the thing is when you apply some of these you have to let your hair sit and dry naturally, so it can be well past midnight and it's still not dry yet and he'll come get you looking all sleepy, squinting his eyes at the light you have turned on nagging for you to come to bed with him already

he loves it when you grow out your hair, despite it taking a lot longer to wash and such, likes to run his hair over your hair, careful not to tangle his fingers in because he'd disrupt it

whenever he sees an ad or commercial for something advertised towards those with curly hair he asks if you'd like to have it

« Makarov...

you never realized it but he goes into the bathroom after you're done doing your hair and looks at the products and stuff you've used, he keeps a tab on how much product you have left

so when you run out one morning he comes in and places a new bottle of that hair cream you so desperately need in your hand; how convenient

he lets you do whatever you want with your hair but he's prefer id you let it be, not that he hates to see you straighten your hair but you can notice him smiling a little when your curls turn out perfect, but you know how difficult that is

so he reluctantly hands over his card when you tell him you're going to a hair salon to get it straightened, he just tells you to make sure you booked the appointment with the nicest hairstylist you could find, he doesn't want them ruining your hair

« Keegan...

would it be funny if i told you he didn't know your hair was curly because you always straightened it until once he knocked on your door late at night when you hadn't styled it and he was taken slightly aback at the sight of your hair curling and framing your face

he says he wants to see you with your natural hair more often, but he doesn't know how long that'll take, with how long you've been straightening your hair there's a lot of damage to deal with before you get your curl pattern back, sometimes you get really frustrated but you remember how expensive those keratin treatments are and get right back to applying another hair mask

but he likes pulling at your hair watching if it'll coil again even if it annoys you

« König...

you've doted on him so much before he'd love to do the same for you, you don't like him messing around the kitchen much but he knows how much time it takes you to wash, comb, and dry your hair so he'd like to help you for once

he doesn't always know how to handle your hair so he sticks to massaging your scalp which does help you relax a lot, he used to want curls when he was younger, or at least some sort of wave in his hair but now he keeps his hair pretty short so he doesn't really think about that anymore like he used to

when cuddling in bed or sitting with you on the couch he always gets the temptation of just grabbing a fistful of your hair and scrunching the curls like he sees you do, instead he gently plays with a curl, twirling it around his finger

« Horangi...

couples taking showers together is always romanticized until you're cursing in there while trying to get the comb though a difficult knot, and while he's done washing in what seems like five or ten minutes it takes you much longer than that just to shampoo and condition your hair

he looks at you weirdly for using dish soap to really work that grease and oil buildup out of your hair before rinsing it off and washing again with shampoo, you recommend he try it especially since he's got fine hair and he ends up using it now

you tell him you're going out to get your hair cut and when you come back it looks the same... he asks if you even went to the hair salon and you say you did but it was only a trim and then you mention how much they charged you for snipping off a couple of inches...

« Nikto...

you're always complaining about how late it is and your hair hasn't dried yet, he doesn't understand why you don't just use the hair dryer, it still works after all

how to explain to him that drying it RIGHT after you've washed it will make it look like a lion's mane and have the texture of a horse's mane, "just brush it" URGHGHRH you wanna strangle him, the amount of hair cream and oil you'd have to apply will make you run out of product

and when you finally decide to go dry it and he's wondering why it's been 20 mins and you're still in there, he walks in to see you still drying it, he asks why you're not done yet and you tell him it's not fully dry, "looks dry to me" you have to take his hand and shove it to where your nape/back of your head is because that's still really damp

[eyelambspider]

𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 '𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝' 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 || 𝐂𝐎𝐃

┊𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : he shouldn't have any say in what you do... so then why does seeing you with this guy piss him off so much?

┊𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : könig, ghost, soap, gaz, price, horangi x operator!gn!reader ┊𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : jealousy, unestablished relationships, swearing, hints of 'unwarranted' possessiveness ┊𝐚/𝐧 : thought i was dead?-heh

▹ König

König's day was going just about the same as every other, dull and moving through the halls of KorTac's base with purpose. Always a head taller than everyone, his mask hiding everything but the cold, tired eyes behind it. The bases' personnel and operators move by him in a blur, people parting instinctively to let him move past... nothing quite interesting until he hears a familiar laugh, like the sound of bells to his ears.

His head immediately turns to the right, and sure enough, there you are: a lingering smile brightening up your eyes, talking to a group of soldiers.

He watches the brief exchange that occurs in a matter of seconds.

You playfully shove a handsome man next to you, who shares your laugh, his face full of unbridled adoration, like a puppies. And when you turn to leave with a shake of your head, the man pipes up, watching you go. "See ya around then, babe."

The nickname sends a cold zing up the Colonel's spine, his whole body tensing in a manner that leaves him stunned; as if he'd been slapped in the face by that simple word. Unable to digest the new, ugly emotion swirling in the pit of his stomach, he just-stands there, wondering why the fuck that just got on his nerves. His fists balled so tightly that his gloves strain and the fabric squeaks in protest.

▹ Simon "Ghost" Riley

The mission was over, for now.

The Lieutenant had seen you take a hit out there, nothing too serious, but in the buzz and frantic 'running arounds' of medics and soldiers after the extraction helo had landed... he was going to check up on you.

It hardly took a moment before Ghost had caught up to where you were.

Rounding the corner, the tall masked man paused at the sight.

"Should be nothing to worry about," the medic assured you, the two of you sat facing each other, in your own little bubble as the man gently cleaned up a small gash at your hairline, his hand holding yours for comfort.

"Wouldn't want to leave a scar on a face like yours," the medic beamed with natural charm and a set of pearly teeth.

Ghosts hand clamped onto the mans shoulder before he could really think, gloved fingers digging in a little too tightly.

"It's just a fucking cut," his deep voice gritted out, effectively dismissing the medic who nodded and quickly stood up to leave.

Ghost watched him like a hawk, brown eyes searing into the flesh of the man until he was effectively out of view. Subtly, with him gone, the Lieutenant relaxed now left with an awkward unnamed air between the two of you.

He folded his arms over his chest and sighed, glancing down at you with a keenly softer look, "...Want me to help you with that?" He finally, begrudgingly asked. He had sent the medic away for fucks sake. Brilliant.

▹ John "Soap" MacTavish

Dirt from the hangar's tarmac crunched under his boots with a soft crunch.

For the next couple of missions, Soap was set to be working quiet closely with you and a few others. Something MacTavish was aware of, and quite honestly, looking forward to.

There was a sort of enthusiastic smile lingering on his face as he walked towards the truck. The engines were already rumbling to life, soldiers and the drivers clambering up and settling in the back.

It was then that he spotted you, and his grin only grew wider, mouth opening to greet you and get your attention... until he saw it clear as day.

As you turned your head towards the truck, ready to step up into the back and unaware of his gaze... he saw a little red mark just above your pulse point.

The Sergeant nearly stopped, legs tensing as he walked, his natural smile faltering for the briefest of moments until you turned your head towards him and like a light, it returned as if it was never gone.

"Lookin' forward to the mission?" He asked, lips curling into a grin that hid the small vein of annoyance on his temple.

When you looked away again, his blue eyes flickered down to the hickey on your skin, the grip on his gun tightening ever so softly as he hopped into the truck after you. Sure to sit close enough that his thigh pressed against yours. And god he couldn't look away from that stain on your skin for the life of him, a firm, uncharacteristic line forming between his brows whenever you weren't looking.

▹ Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

The Captain had told everyone to check their ammo and weapons before they headed out.

Gaz, holding no argument, went to do just that, happy to see you standing under the tent with your gun in hand. He watched subtly as he approached, the way your fingers seemed to float over the metal as you inspected your gun, eyes narrowed calmly in concentration. It was a sight that never got old.

"Got what you need?" He chirped up, standing next to you and pausing in front of the table of weapons.

There was an unfamiliar flicker of color dangling from the side of your gun.

A little silver charm of a bullet with something inscribed on it.

He recognized the thing almost immediately. A weapon charm; sure tons of soldiers decided to keep a little 'lucky' one with them, but this one in particular...

Well, the last time he saw this one, it had been on the gun of another soldier he had seen you talking to not a week ago.

So why the hell did you have it?

Gaz cleared his throat and pulled his gaze away, picking up a gun and slamming the clip into the gun with a loud click, suddenly riled up a bit.

"Think that little trinkets gonna bring ya luck?" He teased with a handsome grin, annoyance hidden beneath his light tone.

"Don't worry, you got me with you," he grinned and forced himself to walk away as if the damned thing hanging off your gun and the man who must've given it to you didn't secretly irk him.

▹ John Price

The Captain, for one reason or another was looking for you. Needed a quick talk before the next mission Laswell would be sending you all on.

He knew where to find you, of course, and made his way over with purpose. He paused a bit when he saw you standing next to a young man, about the same age as you, who he'd never seen before.

Odd, since the two of you seemed as thick as thieves. Laughing, gently pushing each other and excitedly chatting about things he couldn't quite understand the context of. A shared joke or old memory, Price assumed as he got closer to the pair of you.

Closer now, the man's face seemed... vaguely familiar, but nothing important immediately came to mind. Until the young bucks eyes fell down to yours with a soft adoration.

Like a light, he had connected the dots then.

He had seen that same expression in a photo you showed to him once, a picture of you and some other rookies back when you first enlisted... back when Price hadn't known you.

"Ah, sorry to cut in but-" The Captain began, clearing his throat with a kind smile that belied the gnawing at his chest from the sight of you getting along so easily with...

He sighed internally, clearly not sorry from cutting in on your little 'reunion' that was too friendly by his standards.

"I'm afraid we'll have to save introductions for some other time," he mused dryly, gloved hands resting on the straps of his vest before he nodded his head to the side, signalling for you to come along with him. Far away, hopefully.

"You're taking up my teams time," the Captains gruff voice cut through with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, 'half-joking' with your... old friend.

Before either of you could say anything, Price had already started walking, his hand hovering over your shoulder, urging you to turn around and walk with him. Gritting his teeth through a strained smile.

▹ Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

He could hardly take it anymore.

There was always this... slimy feeling in his chest whenever he caught a glimpse of you.

Well-not you exactly-but you and that damned- He stopped himself and sucked in a deep, forced breath through his teeth.

Although no one could see his face, everyone around him sensed the tension rolling off him in droves. Muscles tight, grumpy, and currently: swearing in Korean curses under his breath.

His eyes, though covered by dark lenses, stared straight ahead at a sight that shouldn't have disturbed him as much as it did.

There, sitting across the room you sat with a new operator. A man who had barely worked with you for all of a month, yet here you two were: sitting shoulder to shoulder, finding out you had more and more in common because you both came from the same country.

His eyes narrowed slightly gaze flickering to the same flag patch that sat on your uniform and his. Matching.

Horangi had no right to be jealous, he knew it, but he also knew that for whatever reason... he was.

His eyes flickered to the floor, sitting with his elbows propped on his knees, grumbling some more to himself with a heated sigh.

What the hell was he going to do about this? Millions of ideas started flickering in his minds eye, massaging his knuckles as a plan threatened to take shape.

[stars278]

This man!!! He is lurking 👀 (Also spot the friendship bracelet on the left which I think says “The Drunk One” and it’s in R’s green colour scheme !!) 💚

[maccha-1228]

Cupid Ye is definitely one of my top 3 episodes 😭✨

[ghostlycod]

task force 141 headcanons: who’s their celebrity crush?

MDNI, hints of NSFW, mentions of a breeding kink, all that stuff

price: does not pay attention to celebrities. absolutely refuses to. who gives a shit about some random stranger who can half-decently sing or act and is only “attractive” after they’ve been photoshopped to hell??? yeah sure maybe he liked some predetermined-to-be-famous bombshell as a teenager but nope, he’s wayyyy too mature for that now — until he discovers Sabrina Carpenter. pretty, naughty but still cute, and probably a bit too young for him?? oh, it’s a wrap. and with his tinyyyyy not tiny, not tiny at all breeding kink, he’d be jerking it to Juno every day for a month straight after he finds out about her

ghost: Megan thee Stallion. No further questions.

soap: stereotypically, a name like Megan Fox would just roll off of his tongue. It’s what everyone expects him to say, it’s what he liked as a teenager, so he just says it. keep it easy and keep up appearances. But seriously? it’s Sophie Turner post-divorce from Joe Jonas. she looked hot in those “hanging out with TSwift” photos! and she’s a MILF now… 👀

gaz: why would he have a celebrity crush when the only girl he sees is you? 🥺 (currently follows Zendaya on instagram and likes every single one of her photos) he would neverrrrr even look at anyone else, how could you think thaaaaat 🥺🥺 (and Bella Hadid) he doesn’t even care about insta or those kinds of movies or even listen to any of that kind of music 🥺🥺🥺 (and also Chloe Bailey)

[selinakylesupremacy]

Jealous Bruce and Slam Bradley duking it out over Selina 🫣

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2023: 15-Lost A Bet (SUB)

Damian wouldn't say he hated someone, but he hated Marinette. She was a new employee at Wayne Enterprise and she was a giant distraction. He would catch himself watching her.

'This has got to stop!'

"I want to make a bet with you." Damian announced as Marinette walked by his office.

"Fine." Marinette spoke, "What do you get if you win?"

"If?" he chuckled.

She smiled, "What if I win? I'm very competitive."

"I would prefer you work in a different section." Damian spoke, "What do you want?"

'Pfft. That's all he wants? Me out of his way? I'm not telling him I'm leaving to a different section in two month; he can suffer.'

"I want you to take me to the Wayne Gala." Marinette announced.

'I knew it! She is just like all those other girls.'

"And before you start flattering yourself, " Mari spoke, "I want a way in, to promote my own fashion line. Being with you helps."

"so you are using me as a business tool." he stated.

"Isn't that what every woman who dates your father does?" Marinette asked, "Promote their next ballet recital, movie premiere, Broadway show, or modeling catalog? I figured you Waynes were use to it."

"He dated those woman." Damian spoke, embarrassed by his father's background of woman.

"Oh." Marinette whispered, "Well, I'm not asking to date you. How about an invite then? You won't even have to talk to me, if you don't want to. Let alone e stuck with me for the entire night."

"Agreed." Damian smiled.

Damian sighed in frustration. Marinette had won their bet and certainly was using the gala to her advantage. He never expected her to come so dressed up. Being in the office was one thing, but seeing her in a gown was another. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was a social butterfly, much like his father. She spoke to everyone without a worry. It became a bigger problem when other guys kept offering her a drink. It seemed like the whole gala had their eyes on her.

Damian growled and made his way over to the middle of the crowd. He put his arm around her waist, immediately gaining her attention.

"Marinette." Damian spoke, "I have been looking for you.

"Mr. Wayne." Marinette answered back.

He smirked, "It is after hours."

Mari gulped, "D-Damian."

Marinette looked away, but he could see the faint blush on her cheeks. Damian smiled at her reaction. Several guys took note that the Ice Prince was smiling at the designer and quickly made their way to another side of the room.

"My stepmother wanted to see your latest creation, I believe." Damian declared.

"Oh?" Marinette questioned.

Damian kept his arm at her waist and guided her through the crowd.

"Are you ok?" he whispered.

"Yes." she whispered back, "Were you just trying to get me awy because if so, I didn’t need your help."

'I was trying to help!'

By her pout, he could tell she was upset.

'I don't know why she would want to be with those idiots anyways.'

"Thank you again, Marinette, for making my dress." Selina spoke, seeing her.

"Of course." Mari smiled, "I enjoy making your outfits."

Damian remained silent, realizing that Marinette already was acquainted with his step-mother and likely her friends.

"How was the mob?" Selina asked, taking a sip of champagne.

Marinette shrugged, "A few customers, but other than that, a few trying for a good time."

Selina watched out of the corner of her eye as Damian gripped his glass a bit too hard. She smirked.

"You should take one of them up on their offer." she suggested.

"I should?" Marinette asked confused.

Selina looked over to the mob, ignoring Damian's glare.

"The hell she should." The Wayne heir growled.

"Marinette is a single, desirable young woman, Damian." Selina answered back, "She has needs as well."

Mari looked down at the floor, blushing red.

'I certainly wasn't expecting my sex life to be somehting my bosses' family talked about. I wonder what made Selina change her mind. Before, she was telling me never to leave with someone from one of these things.'

Before Marinette could ask, Damian grabbed her and pulled her out towards the garden.

Selina smirked as she watched them walk away.

'Now, where's Bruce? He owes me $100.'

Selina spotted Tim and made her way towards him.

"Do you know were Bruce is?" she asked.

"Uh, I think he stepped out for a breath of fresh air." Tim answered, "Why?"

'So he already got bored and left to roam. Did he really think no one will notice him gone?'

She sighed, "Tell him he owes me $100."

"Wait!" Tim exclaimed, "What?"

"Yeah. We had a bet." Selina replied.

"Hold up! Is this about getting Damian a date?" he questioned.

"Yep." she spoke.

"Dammit!" Tim whined.

"Why are you upset?" Selina asked, "Do you not want him to be happy?"

Tim pulled out his wallet and handed her $100.

"He asked you to pay me?" she rebutted.

"No." he pouted, "He made another bet with me that you would succeed. I thought you wouldn't."

Selina laughed and took the money.

"Who did you set him up with?" Tim asked out of curiosity.

"The designer." she smiled, "He seemed really upset with her getting attention. I told her she should take advantage of the cesspool and go home with one of the. Your brother grabbed her hand and took her outside after that. Thanks, Tim."

Tim watched in shock as she walked away. He had no idea his younger brother had a crush on their new designer.

'Didn't expect him to be the possessive type. Scratch that, Talia waltz in here like she owns Wayne Manor, all the time, and Bruce still lets her, as long as she behaves. Looks like Bruce, but has Talia's attitude. I need to stop making bets with Bruce.'

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Our Shattered Heart Part 4 (GN! 'Heart' Reader x Taskforce 141)

With everything settling down you get a call from your old lieutenant and learn some important information, as well as seeing a ghost from your past...

Warnings: Minor language

Part 3.00, Part 5, Masterlist

Jesus this turned into me writing 30 freaking pages in one stupid day so expect chapters up quickly lmao.

Chapter 4 

You treaded the path between sleep and lucidity, but the sounds of boot steps made you stir. You awaken in Kyle's arms, his face softened by sleep. You move slowly to unwrap yourself from the man before he turns in his sleep a slight frown forming. You frown and run a hand to his cheek before turning and leaving the room quietly. You step silently into the hallway before racing into the open area. Here you find Johnny alone, his head is turned toward his phone before he notices you and a smile tugs itself onto his face. You return it and reach out for him before realizing the sights of exhaustion on him. The man carries himself a little loose, shoulders slumped, and traces of dark circles under his eyes. It doesn’t stop the man from surging forward, phone forgotten, and taking you into his arms. You yelp in surprise when the man hauls you up and spins you around laughing.

“I missed ye bonnie.” He lowers you and peppers kisses all over your face and you set a hand against his cheek. He softens then, leaning into your hand before tucking down onto your shoulder. You run your hand through his hair, murmuring a quiet its ok. He sighs, finally releasing tension. 

“Where is Simon?”

“Here love.”

A low voice calls from the kitchen and Simon enters in plain clothes. You reach your free hand out and he comes, taking it and after pulling off his mask presses a kiss to it in greeting. His eyes are clear but something lingers when he looks at you.

“What is it Si?” 

He for once seems a little at a loss for words.

“It's complicated love.”

Johnny pulls back at that, arms unwrapping from you but hands lingering as if he was scared you’d disappear. You look up to Simon fully and he looks away, but his hands seek you and you are then pulled against him. Head against his chest you find his heart hammering. He cusps the back of your head pulling you closer. You feel Johnny’s hands move and the man tucks his head where your arms meet Simon’s chest.

Your heart hurt then, both Simon and Johnny were behaving strangely. 

“It’ll all be ok.” You say it with a wavering confidence but Simon's arms tighten around you, one lifting to pull Johnny close. Johnny then pulls back with a resolution in his eyes, he glances at Simon with a knowing look. The other man nods and the Scot grins a toothy grin. He then presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“Aye, it will be.” SImon hums an affirmative before there is the sound of keys in the door. He pulls back as a uniformed John enters. His eyes immediately are drawn to yours and a smile lights up your face before you realize how tired the man looked. Like Johnny, he had dark circles, evidence of a long night. You move and the boys both release you. You move to John as he closes the door, locking it and setting a worn duffle aside. He gives a low sigh, stretching his neck and working to release tension in his shoulder.

You look up at him with eyebrows drawn in concern.

“John, what's wrong?” You come to stand in front of him as he works his shoulder, he then takes you by surprise, pulling you to him in a tight embrace. He doesn’t answer immediately instead choosing to drop his face and press a kiss into your hair. Your arms wrap around him, brushing against his uniform. He holds you for a long moment as Johnny and Simon look to each other in quiet communication. 

“Not today please, all in due time sweetheart. What matters is you're here and safe.”

He loosens his arms and you can see the storm breaking in his eyes, a silent resolution you don’t understand follows. His eyes then pass to Simon and the taller man nods. You still are concerned and John can sense your worry, a hand coming to your cheek. 

“We’re not going anywhere.” You raise a brow at that,

“Trying to replace me, Captain?” 

He gives you a dark look and his hold on you tightens before he presses his lips to yours. All doubts are chased away from your mind with his lips on yours. You sigh into the kiss as John deepens it chasing something you couldn't name. Something possessive naws at his heart and parting from your lips John traces kisses down your jaw and neck. Your hands move one to his chest and the other to cradle his head. Your breath hicks when he hits a spot at the base of your neck. John chuckles pausing then and looking at you with dilated pupils, the blue engulfed by a sea of black. 

You look up at him noting his evident exhaustion. 

“You need to sleep,” you turn and pin Johnny and Simon with a look,

“You two as well. Kyle is still asleep.”

John gives you a fond smile before pressing a final kiss to your forehead. He then grabs his duffle and heads to Kyle’s room to shower leaving you, Simon, and Johnny. They both turn to you at once. You raise a brow, 

“Bed.” 

Johnny approaches you and tugs you fittingly into his arms yet again. 

“You coming with us lovie?” He gives a grin and raises his eyebrows suggestively. You consider it a moment, Johnny’s warmth luring you into an easy comfort. But a moment to yourself sounded a little nice before jumping back into the field, so you kiss Johnny’s cheek and mention for him to go ahead. He gives you puppy eyes but lets you go. He heads to the bed room leaving you and Simon. 

The man steps forward as well, a hand coming to your cheek and pulling you in for a kiss. You swoon when he takes your hand in his other. Parting a moment he murmurs I love you and you freeze and your eyes widen. His meet yours with a calm softness you rarely see in the man. He pulls back from your mouth a breath's distance, eyes dropped and head tilted down he just stares into your eyes.

“I love you.” His voice is even and strong. He takes your hand and sets it to his chest so you can feel the rushing of his heart. His hand on your cheek moves down to your neck where he can your own pulse jump. 

You almost believe you heard him wrong but the weight of his eyes and the similar rhythm of his heart to yours ties you both together now. He moves forward, moving your palm to his face where you can feel the roughness of stubble. His hand engulfs yours easily. Then his chest presses against yours.

“I left you alone.”

He states it as a simple fact and you feel his jaw clench.

“You could have died.”

“I didn't Si.” 

He nods at that but he is in his mind, eyes searching over you a moment.

And that bastard thought he could take you from them. 

Simon's lips turn up in a snarl, anger, or some dark rage rushing through him. His hand on your neck curls, tenderly as to not hurt you but possessive. 

“Simon, I am here.”

You call to him and he's back in the present before you move up and kiss him. Simon snaps. His hand clenches yours and his other comes to the back of your neck and pulls you to him. Your free hand moves into his hair, the tresses silky under your fingertips, and feeling a heat build you tug. Simon chuckled deep in his throat, the laugh rumbling through you.

“Playin’ a dangerous game sweetheart’.” 

The man nips at your lip before an arm wraps under you and he hoists you against him. You exhale a breath in surprise before Simon steals your lips moving you both to the couch. He sets you down gently before guiding your head to lay back. Eyes wide you follow only for the man to brace his knee next you your thigh and come to lay on top of you. There is heat in his eyes but the hand at your neck is gentle. His lips move from your lips to trace down your neck until he finds the spot John found earlier. You feel him grin before he nips there in an action that has your toes curling. He is careful not to bruise you but traces down to the collar of your shirt.

Simon lingers for a moment, head over your chest while your hands trace his strong form. He then rolls you so he doesn't leave all his weight on you before pulling you to his chest. He ghosts a hand at the rim of your shirt. 

“Pretty thing.”

He sighs, head coming to rest on your chest as he engulfs you in his arms. You tilt your head down and press a kiss to his forehead before pulling closer to him. He is warmth and safety.

“I’m not leaving you again Love.”

It is said in stone. Concrete and steel are spoken as a sacred vow. You breathe out, chest tightening at the promise. Of all the men Simon had been the most closed, but the pure devotion in his eye as he peered up at you weighed on your heart. 

“It wasn’t your fault Si, I am here, always.”

You give him a small smile but a shadow passes over his eyes. His arms tighten around you and he shifts, pulling you closer to him all space between not gone.

They would take you over his dead body. 

“Easy big guy.” You chuckle and he looks at you with adoration then before pressing your lips together again in a sweet kiss. 

-

An hour passes before SImon fully falls asleep having rolled over with you able to carefully sneak out of his arms. He sighs but you tuck one of the pillows to his chest and his arms wrap around that instead. You stifle a giggle before pressing a kiss to the man's forehead and pulling a blanket over him. 

Moving to Kyle’s room you crack open the door and your heart softens at the sight of Gaz wrapped around Price, both men in a deep sleep. You close the door and turn to Johnny and Simon’s room but find it empty. Confused you turn to your room and find Johnny asleep in your bed. He seemed to maybe have been waiting for you but knocked out on top of the covers and you sigh. You enter your room and pull an extra blanket over the Scot. You open a drawer quietly and pull on a new shirt before sneaking back into Kyle’s room and snagging a pair of sweats. 

Passing back into your room you grab your backpack and shoulder it before closing the door and sneaking back into the living room and tucking your (new) phone into your back pocket. You scribble a note and send a message in the group text to be safe. Setting the note next to Simon’s phone you grab a set of keys, and Simon’s jacket and sneak out into the fair winter day.

-

You blend once again into the streets of London the cold chased away by the jacket that engulfs you. You pass places absentmindedly just happy to be on your own for a quiet moment when your phone buzzes. You look in curiosity to find a message from your old Lieutenant. Then it rings a moment later. The voice that comes through your headphones is rich but serious.

“It's been a while Sergeant.” He mentions your name and you can hear the smile in the man's voice and a surge of nostalgia hits you. You find yourself pausing and moving to a side alley to talk.

“It has.” That is all you manage. It had been a long two years and at first, you hadn’t wanted the transfer, confiding this in your Lieutenant and the man had backed you up, expressing his desire for you to remain in the States. Your Captain on the other hand seemed ready to replace you the moment Laswell appeared to take you under her wing. Thankfully the taskforce was exactly what you needed but you still remember your commanding officer standing up for you. 

“I happen to be in London and Kate said I could find you here. I have some information for you, things you’ll want to hear.” He then gives you the location of a restaurant a little distance away. You check your maps before checking the time. He seems to sense your hesitation.

“I wouldn’t call on you if it wasn’t important.” You sigh and hail a cab before responding,

“I’ll be there in 40.”

At the other end of the phone, the man nods looking to his companion with a relieved smile.

“Good see you then Heart.”

You hang up and lean back into the seat before giving the driver the address and zoning out. 

-

The time passes with songs and staring out the window before you pull alongside a side street to find a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant. You thank and pay your driver before stepping out into the street as a light snow begins to fall. You duck into the awning of the restaurant but pause a sudden anxiety building in you. You were nervous facing him suddenly, you then think of your men back at home wishing one of them were here with you. But they looked so tired so you check the time, 12:32, and silence your phone before taking the handle of the door and pulling it open.

The smell of Mediterranean food calms you and you stifle a giggle, this was just like him. You enter a little cautiously before a short woman with blond hair sees you and smiles. 

“Looking for someone dearie?”

You nod politely and describe your Lieutenant, she perks up instantly.

“The man in uniform! Good choice hun,”  You bite your lip about to explain to her but she quickly pulls you into a back area where you find said man.

Sitting in a dress uniform is a tall man, his hat set neatly aside while he runs a hand through jet black hair blue eyes shooting to you and a small but true smile lights up his face. The waitress drops you off with a final wink before leaving back to the front. You approach before a flash of brown hair tackles you in a hug. You are nearly keeled over but strong arms tug you back as the labrador of your best friend buries his nose in your hair. Upon realizing it was who you thought it was you return the hug tightly. 

Your lieutenant sighs some of the tresses of his hair loosening and falling in his face. Your face is turned to him in the hug and he sees your lips quirk up fondly.

“Hey, kid.” It's a level of softness you get after 10 years of knowing the man. He had dragged you through so much you give him a nod before you can finally pry the sergeant from your arms. His hands take the sides of your head and press his forehead against yours. Green eyes shine in mirth into yours and you get a little misty-eyed. He had been out of the country on ops when you left and you had not seen the man since. 

“Hey Darlin’” 

“Hi” You breathe it out your heart stuttering a moment before you pull the man in again for an embrace. Your heart is a dove in your chest for a moment. Something you had deeply buried in your heart threatens to rise the longer you are in his arms. You shakily pull yourself away tears falling down your face. Oliver’s hand traces down and he wipes a tear away from your cheek. 

He chuckles fondly before pulling a bandana out from his back pocket and letting you wipe your eyes with it, the olive green fabric making you smile. 

“Keep it sweetheart.” You both say it at the same time before laughing. His arm drops to your shoulders before turning back to his commanding officer. His grin is award winning and your Lieutenant sighs again.

“We are here for business sergeant.”

“You sir are here for business, we are all party.”

You elbow Oliver finding it actually hurts your elbow more than it does him. You glance at him and he winks. You shake your head. His hair is shorter than you remember. You turn as Lieutenant Keats stands and you both stand at attention naturally. He is about to speak when another voice, this one familiar enters.

“I am glad you are all here.”

“Kate?” She enters from behind you and sets a hand on your shoulder with a small, tired smile. She and Keats shake hands and you find a smile reaching the reserved man's face. 

“Hello Alex, Sergeants. If you all will take a seat we’ll get started.”

Kate and Keats take seats across from you as Oliver pulls you by the hip to sit next to him, his arm settling naturally on the back of your chair. Laswell take this in with a knowing smile you miss. She then gets straight into business. 

“Heart you have been requested for transfer back to America.”

Your heart drops and you freeze and Kate sighs.

“I see the boys haven’t made you aware?”

You bite your lip,

“When did Price find out.”

“Around the time you were injured.”

The protectiveness, the anger, and this recent ‘problem’. You grit your teeth and offer, 

“That makes sense, I suppose they all know?”

She nods.

“Good to know Laswell, Thank you.” With that you are tensely quiet. Oliver frowns, a hand moving to your knee and squeezing. You soften a little before tucking yourself into his side as Laswell continues.

“With Keat’s suggestion, I think I’ve found a way to fight it, one Price or Ghost wouldn’t have thought of,” she mentions to Oliver and his eyes widen, “a new, external joint partnership to the 141.”

Your eyes widen and you drop almost without thinking,

“Ghost will not like this.” 

Kate’s eyes flash with mischief,

“Neither will Price but he insists on keeping you. This is a logical way your lovely (she says with a note of sass) old captain will get his information while keeping one of my best teams up and running. Personal relations have improved with your addition Heart and I intend to keep it that way. Going forward Oliver is to be your little shadow.”

You look away at the knowing look she shoots you at the relations bit but Oliver circles his thumb into your knee and you sigh, relaxing into his warmth. She nods and is about to continue when there is a call. She looks at her phone and sighs. 

“That would be John,” she turns to Keats and murmurs an excuse me. You take the moment to fish your phone out of your bag. You find two missed calls from Simon messages from the others. 

“Shit.” Oliver frowns but moves his hand as you straighten sending a call to Simon. He picks up immediatly, you bite your lip at the deep “where are you?”

“I am with Laswell and,” you look to Oliver, “old friends.”

On the other line Simon is already pulling on his boots and Johnny paces. Kyle tries to calm them,

“They left a note. Johnny quit pacing you’ll wear a hole in the carpet.” But Johnny turns on him about to speak but John entering from a phone call pauses the two Sergeants. 

“Your meeting behind my back with my sergeant and I don’t appreciate that Kate.” The man is already dressed, his signature hat forgotten as he laces up his boots. Johnny goes to follow but Simon passes him a look. Johnny’s lips lift in challenge but something in Simon’s expression has him sitting. 

“We’re on our way dove.” He says it sternly before hanging up.

Back at the restaurant you look from your phone to Laswell. She meets your eyes as the other person hangs up. She thinks a moment before returning to the table. She turns to you and asks a question in the form of a name,

“Simon?” You sigh and nod your head. She nods curtly before taking her seat calmly.

“Well, gentlemen it seems we’ll be having some company.” She takes a menu and passes you and Oliver one each. Oliver and Keats look at each other while your head dips into your hand. 

“I take it you didn’t tell Price.” Kate’s eyes lift in amusement at the statement from you. The same waitress from before approaches to take your orders. Kate calmly orders, followed by Keats then you and Oliver splitting a gyro plate. The waitress leaves with a wink at Keats that has you laughing into a cough when the man rolls his eyes. 

“No I didnt get the chance to.” She says it with a smirk and you pinch your nose. Oliver frowns,

“Just who is coming?” 

You both turn to him as Oliver’s hand returns to your knee. You are at a lost for words for a moment so Kate speaks,

“Your new commanding officers, Sergeant.” Is all she offers turning to take a sip of the arriving water. You flag the waitress down and ask for a glass of bourbon. Oliver takes a whisky and Keats passes. The situation feels strangely familiar as a troubled sense of irony filled you. You just mutter into your drink before taking a healthy sip. Kate doesn't offer anything else so Oliver turns to you.

You tense under his hand and it moves, offering to tuck you into his side and despite the warnings in your head you follow the quiet yearning of your heart and allow the man to pull you closer.

“They can be…intense.” Is all you offer before you turn quietly to your drink. Something in Oliver’s mind rears protectively and he pulls you tighter to him, his right leg moving and pulling your chair closer. You sigh softly at the contact and just choose to lean your head on his shoulder, heart murmuring at the contact. 

Keats turns to find Laswell intently watching the two sergeants and he knows then there is something more, much more.

The tension at the table soon mellows out however at the growl of your stomach and the subsequent arrival of the food. It turns to laughter when Oliver starts the share stories of the unit while you had been gone. 

“So Murphy got himself shot and while out of it…started confessing everything. What happened to the rec room after the 4th of July. Who mauled the couch. His undying love for the infantry nurse, he even mentioned…”

“Sergeant Knight.” It is stern and you erupt into a set of giggles when Keats pulls a hand and drags it down his face.

“Lets not please.” The exasperation has Oliver laughing, a deep and joyful sound that has you remembering long days together when you were younger. Your heart clenches but you steal a bit of kebab off your shared plate.

“I got one.” You speak up after you swallow. Green eyes turn to you.

“Go on then sweetheart.”

“Two goldfish are in a tank.” You start, grinning at the memory of working with Soap and Ghost and hearing this gem over the comms.

“Go on,” Oliver quirks a brow, you continue,

“One turns to the other and says “do you know how to drive this thing?” 

Oliver processes it a moment before a stupid grin breaks out on his face. Keats sighs and Laswell chuckles. You turn to her,

“Its funnier when you haven’t heard it before.”

You grumble and time passes easily with in good company. However, there is a moment about 20 minutes later when you are taking a bite of cherry gelato when you hear the door of the restaurant open and a familiar pair of boot steps. 

“Shit” You tense as you hear a baritone voice talking to the waitress before you hear two men approach and feel two pairs of eyes on you. John enters first, blue eyes catching Kate first before clocking you. You are turned away from the men facing the opposite wall but what gets his attention is the closeness of the man next to you. Kate stands as John steps forward, something in his heart curling the man’s closeness. He turns to Kate as Simon comes into the closed-off area next. His eyes find you first before noting the closeness with sharp attention. It is not a normal closeness form a packed area, the man’s foot is positioned on a rung of your chair as if wrapped around you. His eyes then meet blue from the uniformed officer across the table. Reading the rank of the uniform Simon finds his equal, his shoulder squared and the hand in his hoodie pocket clenched. 

You and Oliver finally turn at the same time, your eyes finding John first then Simon’s heated stare and you are about to flinch when you remember. They hadn’t told you about the transfer. A new heat fills your eyes then and you look away. Oliver raises a hand around your side in comfort that both men catch. Both sets of eyes then come to his and he is intrigued to find muted anger and a weight there he doesn’t understand. But he does understand the hurt he sees as you turn away from the men using that he decides he may not like them that much.

“Boys, meet the solutions to your transfer problem. Courtesy of Lieutenant Keats.” Keats stands to join Kate offering a hand out to which John and Simon shake. The men share a look recognizing the name. You had served under the man for 10 years, talking every once in a while about the stoic man.

Oliver stands, hand tracing up your back and to your hair for comfort before he steps forward. Oliver is tall, under Simon’s head but easily matches Price and Johnny. Your head cocks at that and your eyes trace Oliver and he just turns his head back to you and winks.

“And your newest member as per the deal to keep Heart across the pond, Oliver Knight.” 

Oliver offers a hand and Price takes it first a stern look on his face. Simon steps forward but Oliver tilts his head with an intrigued look at the man in the skull balaclava. He doesn’t question it but Simon takes his hand, if a little tighter then normal. Oliver grins and murmurs “its a pleasure” before returning to your side easily. Simon grits his teeth before moving to take the seat on your other side.

Price looks at Simon sternly before taking the seat across from Simon and next to Kate. John gives her a look and she begins to break down the plan she explained to you three earlier. During this, you don’t meet John’s eyes and something in him compresses, especially after you have run out. Simon doesn’t fair much better, when he moves his knee to brush yours you pull away into yourself. You still pull his jacket closer so he settles to wait, meeting John’s eyes in a silent communication.

We’ll talk later.

The rest of dinner passes with a lack of appetite on your end as you nurse a glass of bourbon. During the discussion, Oliver listens intently to the future plan. For him, it's to return to base with Laswell and Keats before immediate relocation to the flat the next day. Keats will then return with Laswell while the group of you all get a few days' adjustments before Keats and Laswell return to America, leaving Oliver within the command, and care, of the 141. Price nods begrudgingly. 

“Very well.” It is all he offers and Kate replies,

“Its the best I could do John.”

He then focuses on Oliver who turns from murmuring something to you that has you smiling knowingly,

“Can you follow orders, Sergeant?”

Oliver leans back with practiced ease, not cocky but honest and up to whatever challenge. He can feel Simon's eyes like an omen, noting a possessive swirl when he eyes you, a fact Oliver notes for later. He tips back the rest of his whisky easily,

“Exceptionally sir” 

-

Lunch ends with Kate standing to pull John aside for a moment while you Sergeants, and Lietentants stand. You take the motion to round the table and hug Keats. The man stiffens a fraction before giving in and and returning it. You part with a small smile.

“Thank you sir. I appreciate this.”

He looks at you and then to Simon who comes to linger behind you. 

“Of course sergeant you are working with the best.” That brings a smirk to Simon’s face before John is returning a set look on his face. Kate returns to you and you offer her the same smile,

“Thank you Kate, for everything.” 

“Of course Kid, tell the boys I say hello.”

You nod before she turns to Oliver and Keats. 

“Back to base boys.”

And with that, she nods to Simon, and passes out of the restaurant followed by Keats and Oliver. Your best friend turns to you and presses a quick kiss to your temple.

“See you tomorrow Darlin’.”

And with that the man turns and leaves, leaving you, your captain, and your lieutenant. You turn to grab your stuff but Simon beats you to it, shouldering the bag easily and you turn to leave. The two men follow you out of the restaurant and into the empty side street. You recognize the black car easily. You move to approach but a hand on your arm pauses you, you move to shake it off but John steps into your space with serious eyes. You meet his eyes with anger. He is taken aback a moment before you speak.

“When did you both plan on telling me about the transfer?”

John pauses, 

“Soon love, we were working ot fight it.”

It does nothing to your anger though. You approach him and point a finger into his chest.

“All of this, the silence, Johnny and Kyle, and especially you Simon treating me like shit these past few months and you can’t even tell me they wanted me to transfer? Don’t I get a say in this? At all?”

You grit your teeth, heart hurting despite everything, not that you would want to leave but they treated you like a child. 

Simon moves to comfort you but you brush him off.

“No not after that. You guys had no right to keep it from me. What if I wanted to go home?” You heart clenchs but you consider what could have happened, green eyes swirling in your head and heart.

Simon growls stepping forward into your space, but you back up instead curling into his jacket.

“You are home.” He says it assuredly. A hand wanting to reach for you but hesitating. 

“Simon, leave it.” 

John unlocks the car and you take the back seat, turning to look out the window. Simon follows as John takes the driver seat and Simon hesitates, wanting to follow you into the back but he takes the passenger seat instead. 

The ride back to the flat is silent and when you arrive you grab your backpack and make your way alone into the building without waiting for the men. You make it to the door and opening you find Johnny waiting eagerly for your return. He shoots up followed by Kyle eating one of the strawberry tarts you had made. 

Before he can reach you though you murmur a no and shoot them both a look. Both men freeze as you move past, heading to your room you pause, taking simon’s jacket off and setting it down on the chair as you pass before entering your room and closing the door. This leaves both men dumbfounded as Simon and John enter.

Johnny first turns with anger, expecting evident hurt.

“What the fuck happened.”

Simon pulls his balaclava off, eyes dark at the sight of his jacket on the chair. He just passes Johnny and sits on the sofa.

Johnny turns to John,

“They found out about the transfer MacTavish. And we treated them like shit.”

John finally answers the question before joining Simon on the couch. 

“Well what happened?” Kyle speaks moving to the kitchen to get a glass of bourbon and whisky respectively. He passes these to the men and after respective words of thanks John recounts the plan, meeting your old Leutenant and Oliver.

In your room you sit in bed with your headphones on zoning out with the green bandana in your hands. What of the whole situation? You were angry, but at who? Simon and John yes, as your commanding officers they should have notified you of the possibility of transfer. Johnny and Kyle? They knew of course but where did that leave you? Four months of dismissive to negative treatment that lead you to walking out.

But they did come for you, you think, both times. 

You smile though, there was one benefit to this entire mess, and that came in the bundle of muscle and excitement that was Oliver Knight. You could still be upset with your men but ignorance is childish. You think then, 

I’ll make the best of this situation.

You sigh, thinking of your best friend. Long nights talking come to mind, you both had joined the force together. You two were bread and butter, and,

Your heart beats a little faster,

There was that issue too. 

You pause and bury your head in your hands. 

The fact you are utterly in love with your best friend.

Chapter 4 end 

So this story took a completely different direction than I thought it would but it still feels 'natural' to me and honestly, I am having fun so enjoy! - Ash

Taglist! Fixed it lmao

@ghostlythots, @00ops1e @fruitymoonbeams-blog @ashy-kit @character---obsessed

@rafaelacallinybbay @my-amazing-nerdyness @star-struck-universe @breakawayresin

@br0ken-rec0rds @buckysjuicyplums @cod-z @chickennn-soupp

[thiefnforger]

yall bitches in new york better give us footage of the dia screening q&a I NEED CONTENT

[roostertuftart]

Aw he jealous