CANT WAIT FOR MORE! I Also Cant Wait For Them To Finally Get Some Well Deserved Revenge On Them.

CANT WAIT FOR MORE! I also cant wait for them to finally get some well deserved revenge on them. 😼

Summary: After Task Force 141 got a hint that you gave important information to their enemy- the boys do not hesitate to chain you up and give you a taste of hell. You on the other hand are innocent but they do not believe you

(last part before the summary gets different guys i promise- lmao)

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Platonic Task Force 141! x Fem!Reader (Simon Ghost Riley x Fem!Reader)

a/n: .. yumm price... I LOVE SIMON THO GUYS I SWEAR enjoy <3

Warnings: uhm this whole fic is basically a warning. Torture; Blood; Mental Health; Angst angst angst not proof read (Like always ngl). - idk see yourself. burns

genre: ANGST

+ 2,5k words (extra long for you babes)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 (coming soon i guess!)

"No-" whispering under your unsteady breath. Head shaking as if your not really here- hysterical tears still rolling over the apple of your cheeks, down to your jaw.

Trailing sideways to your chin and mixing with the blood, salty liquid turning pink before dropping down onto your thighs.

piano music invading your brain- making everything hurt with a bittersweet melodie

your leg trembled- lip swollen as you constantly bit down on it to not cry like a pathetic baby.

Gaze fixated onto your fingers- skin feeling to tight with the blades under your 5 left fingernails- trying to move them as little as possible.

You felt bad- not wanting to be in a room alone with him. Body shivering under his gaze- knowing that he knew you like the back of his hand.

"Come on, love. No need to worry" Price nearly purred- having sushed Soap out of the Room, sitting now where he sat. Crossing his buff arms in front of his chest. Taking in the sight of your panicked state with a gaze you couldn't quite read.

His cigar flickering in the Ashtray next to him- having it stored there for the moment. John shifted in his seat while his lips pressed together shortly. Orange light of the burning thing reflecting in his eyes.

As if his soul was burning as well.

Maybe it was

You were exhausted- drained. Mentally. Physically. You weren't fond of the torture- but lets be honest. Who was?- accepting the fact that your patience slipped the moment Soap pushed you onto that old fucking rusty chair.

But it was okay.

Accept and Adapt, right?

You were going to take Revenge, but for now...

"John" you sighed- slightly circling your shoulders in an lousy attempt to relax. Gulping- words feeling heavy in your throat.

... you should be going at this with a strategy.

"I would never- never betray you" you begun with a frustrated and hurt look- eyes piercing into his. You took a deep breath- fingers still hurting- blades cutting deeper into them after every movement.

Closing your eyes for a short moment- trying to pull yourself together, which was hard as you felt all over the place- shattered and only small threads making it possible for you to not be completely hopeless.

Call these threads the want to destroy them.

Forcing yourself to point your nailless hand at him softly- vulnerable look on your face. Who cared if you had to do this to get a milder punishment.

You didn't at the moment.

"You know that I always wanted to be like you" you added, wanting him to maybe take it easy on you. Reminding him.

Simon was the angriest and most betrayed-feeling one.

Gaz the most sad one

Soap the most cruel and revenge seeking one

And Price?

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"What are you doing 'ere, love" he chuckled with his warm voice- smoking on the balcony of the community area. Not expecting to see his newest, albeit most ambitious, member of 141 at such ungodly hours out here.

She looked suprised as well- not having thought him to already be here. She stammered- still a little bit shy around the sometimes owerwhelming group of man- being the only female in the force.

"Uhm Do you- do you want me to leave?" she asked with a red face- shame settling in her bones- not wanting to disturb her Captain.

he shook his head, patting the spot beside him. "Come one, dove" he gently insisted, taking her hand when she was in arms reach to help her onto the thick concrete balcony walls.

He liked her. Some fresh wind. Still a little bit green behind the ears- but a fast learner- he wasn't worried. She dangled her legs in the air, enjoying the cold breeze.

"What got you here?" he asked after some comfortable silence- taking a drag of his cigar- soon puffing the smoke out. "Couldn't sleep, sir"- you said, looking at the sight in front of you.

John laughed, earning a confused look from you. "Just John, love- we are not working right now, are we?" he asked with an amused look. Waiting till you nodded- taking another drag.

"Sir- Uh.. I mean John? Why are you here tonight?" you asked- still not used to calling him by his first name. "Couldn't sleep" he said with zero hesitation, making you laugh.

"Does that happen often times?" you asked again- this time more confident in talking to your Captain.

You liked him. He praised you- appreciated your work, answered your questions and noticed how you felt. You were drawn to him in a weird "I want to learn everything you know"- kinda way, wanting to learn his tricks and make him proud. You didn't knew where this was coming from.

"Kind off" he answered again with a smile- stretching his back for a second- sighing in content after that one bone popped- before turning to you.

"What about you, love? Insomnia, Homesick or Gaz's loud snoring" he chuckled at the last part- mumbling something along the line like 'That kid's snores are louder than a machine gun'

You shrugged. probably a mix of everything. "I don't know- I never was one to sleep good" you admitted- shooting him a glance- seeing that he nodded along your statement.

"How about this is becoming our secret, love? Huh, how's that?" he said with a small smile- pointing between you and him. "You mean a secret 'I cannot sleep and need a friend'-spot?" you asked with a cheeky smile- liking the idea.

"Just what I had in mind, dear" he said- painting a happy smile onto your face"

He never really told you that, but after that night- after some time- he always felt like you were his own kid- knowing that you wanted to be like him.

he watched over you, talked to you, spend time with you.

Worried about you.

so why?

why?

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he looked at you with a disgusted face- slight snarl on his lips, an uncomfortable sight for you.

"You saw me as an Idol, kid- and i regret to have ever taught you something" he said with a huff- index finger pushing into the tables surface to prove his point with such a force- making it shift slightly

"What-" you begun- utterly confused with shock, shushed by a warning look- eyes hollow at his words. Swallowing a thick lump down your throat at the statement- You tapped your foot anxiously- not liking where this was going.

His arms moving foward onto the table to prop himself. Body not that far away from yours- almost hovering over you. Saying your name to catch your attention. His head slightly tilted to the side- watching you attentively.

He hummed "You should know that you are nothing for me, you died right after you switched sides. Such a waste of potential" he clicked his tounge in annoyance. Making a motion as if he crumpled something in his strong fist- letting it fall away from his fingertips

Heart contracting slightly - closing your eyes- not wanting to believe any of that, knowing it wasn't near the truth- but it was impossible.

You felt as if he forced the words down your throat- hand clamped onto your mouth to make you swallow the hurtful sentences.

"In the end you were too weak, love. i knew you would break sooner or later. You aren't made for such a life" he continued- whispering. Something you've never seen before was glimmering in his eyes.

Downright bad stuff.

pulling yourself together. "You're lying" you chocked out, not wanting to hear his bullshit- earning a chuckle from him, he was amused.

You foot still tapped onto the floor- the fucker noticed it- pressing his shoe hard down onto your bare foot. Thick sole pressing marks into your flesh- making you stop with a quiet painful hiss while staring at him with a silent- hateful gaze.

It hurt. The way he was pressing down, sandwiching your toes under the strong heel of his shoes and the concrete ground.

"Maybe I am, Maybe I am not- but you know what is true, dear?" he whispered, taking a strand of your hair and putting it behind your ear.

His Shoe was back next to his other one- making you wiggle your toes quickly- trying to get blood flowing through them again. Taking his still glimmering Cigar between his fingers, little sparkles of ash flying around while he took it to his mouth.

"What?" you spat out, not wanting him to touch you again.

"All this time, you wanted me to love you, like you were my daughter- or someone special to me- i just thought you had a bad relationship with your father, but in the end i don't even care-" he admitted with a shrug- taking a drag from his Cigar- giving you a chance to comprehend his words.

His lies

"You followed me around like a lost puppy that wanted praise. A 'good job' or something else" he said- staring at your disbelieving eyes.

"When you got that, oh my god you were so happy" he chuckled. Making your resolve break for a second, eye contact wavering before you got your composure back- or what was left.

"What if i tell you that I never felt the same, huh? Love?“ he said with a dirty look. „You are just some mere Sergeant. Nothing more“ he chuckled quietly as if it was funny what he said. "What made you think that you could be different? Are you really that naive, kid?"

"Did they offer you Money? Sex? Honor" he laughed at his last word- making you feel small.

He smiled again as he saw your angered expression- he knew you would have probably jumped him if it weren't for the chains. Shadow deep on your face- jaw clenched and such a beautiful- furious- expression in your eyes.

Hands balling to fists- not caring anymore that it hurt like hell.

Fucker.

Fuckface

Motherfucking Cunt

Tears brimming in your eyes out of frustration- he marked his victory internally.

You were always someone to cry when frustrated.

His Hand opened as a gesture- wiggling his fingers slightly- mocking you. „You were just a.. toy? Yes i guess this puts it well“ he muttered- smile that didn‘t reach his eyes, stretched over his lips.

"Why did you decide to backstab us all, huh?" he asked with a frown- amused expression long gone. "Always telling us that you love us and that we are a family- for what!" he slammed his hand down onto the steel table- making you flinch slightly. His breathing got heavy, he was angry as well.

Fucking angry.

You huffed- the uneasy feeling sticking to the back of your throat again- nose burning, feeling the tears brimming in your eyes for the umpteenth time. Since when did you become such a crybaby?

„I told you, i didn't do it" you said with a shaky voice- swallowing the lump in your throat- getting frustrated again. Your plan wasn't working like you wanted.

"Aw, don‘t cry sweetheart“ he smiled again- hand reaching out to wipe your tears away.

"Don't fucking touch me, John!" you roared- voice filled with such a hate- it even suprised him at the moment.

His gaze grew cold out of the sudden, sharpening your senses in such a quick time- you wouldn't have noticed it, if it weren't for the change of atmosphere

Simon was the angriest and most betrayed-feeling one.

he took his Cigar away from his mouth, looking you in the eyes. Fire and Ice- You and Price

Taking your arm- holding it still with no effort, making you kick and scream- fight or flight response entering your body in one breath- trying to pull your arm away- raw rubbed wrists beginning to bleed easily under your Captains harsh grasp.

"No! Let go of me! LET GO OF ME" you yelled in pure panick, not knowing what he will do- tears falling once more- making it harder to see and breath- stool on which you used to sit, now discharged- kicked into some corner,

Gaz was the most sad one

You stood there- pulling with all your might, not getting away from the table you were chained to- not getting away from the man you were so fucking scared off. Desperatly crying out for help- nobody hearing you-

You were tired. You couldn't do all that shit anymore- it ate you up and left nothing other than a memory of what you used to be.

"Just fucking hold still"

he raised his voice- your protesting not not affecting him. It was the first time in a long time he yelled at you- making your brain shut down.

Voice Booming through the room- body stiffening in his hold, knowing you were getting treated worse if you do not listen to him now.

Soap the most cruel and revenge seeking one

He huffed- Cigar coming down towards you arm- flickering edge pressing down on your delicate skin of your pulse point- only then noticing his actions- immediatey beginning to yell once more-

Your screams filling his ears but he shut them out. He was seething. The Girl- the Woman he appreciated so much. The Sergeant he wanted to teach everything he knew.

You were just like his own for him. he couldn't understand your switch of sides. When did you become like this? Or were your goals already clear before joining 141?

He ignored his racing thoughts, pressing down harder to burn you- Just like his soul was burning after your Betrayal.

And Price?

Price was the one that hurt you the most with his words.

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Face expressionless as you stared at your thighs. Head resting on the tables edge inbetween your chained Hands.

you watched the inflamed stabwound Simon gave you- now that you saw it- hurting even more- redness spreading through your skin and wound not wanting to heal a bit.

Black and blue bruise forming around the wound- a consequence of the hilt that got rammed into your thigh.

You looked skinnier than ever- ribs poking through your skin

Eyes trailing up to your arms- severe burns littering the soft skin on your inner arm- all dot shaped- up to your elbows- yellow blisters forming on both arms

Your Eyes shortly looked at your hands- fingers- quickly adverting your gaze- not wanting to see them at the moment- pain still fresh and moving through your nerves.

Price‘s words echoing in your mind rent free- feeling yourself getting angry at that- not wanting to feel anything at the moment. Pushing them back- deep deep down. sealed

Shoulder burning as you turned your head- trying to inspect Gaz‘s uncomfortable interrogation tactic- also not looking any better than the one on your thigh the only good thing was that it didn‘t bruise as bad.

Johnny, Kyle, Price and Simon

They weren‘t your brothers, nor your Captain or your motherfucking Lover.

They were the one who betrayed you.

They were the rats.

Traitors.

Oh and you were gonna make them fucking pay

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Tommy Shelby- The Truth Always Comes Out

9 months ago YN YLN did something that she wasn’t proud of, she was drunk and she’d had an argument with her husband. So she ran to a man who she could always trust, a man who she’d secretly always loved even if he didn’t love her back, a man she had known her whole life. His name. Tommy Shelby. The night in question started off as him confronting her, but the more whisky that was drank the more bold the pair got landing YN in he best friends bed. She had cheated on her husband.

Weeks later YN had started to feel unwell, she went to the doctors who confirmed she was pregnant. Now YN knew that it could not be her husband’s because their sex life had been nonexistent, it was Tommy’s baby, she knew for sure.

YN had kept her pregnancy a secret for 9 months, it wasn’t to hard since her husband had been away for the remainder part of her pregnancy which is when she really popped.

12th September

The day was a gloomy one, rain had set in and YN had started off the day with a dull ache in her lower back. Ignoring it YN had carried on the day as normal. The dull ache through the day had progressively gotten worse to the point that in the early hours of the morning YN knew that she was in fact in labour. Crying out in pain she manages to get to her phone and call the closest person to her, Ada

“Come on come on” she brags hearing the rings then finally the sweet, tired voice of Ada comes through

“Hello?”

“Ada” YNs voice squeaks laced in pain

“YN is that you? what’s wrong why are you phoning me me at.. 4am?”

“Ada I need your help. Please I can… ahhhh” water trickles down her legs “Ada I’m having a baby, I need your help. Please” she cries into the phone

“Ok I’m coming” with that YN puts the phone down and waddles to her living room waiting for the Shelby sister to arrive. Each contraction hitter harder than the last.

In no time at all Ada bursts through YN’s front door to find her covered in sweat and tears

“Ada”

“It’s ok YN I’m here, ok we’re going to do this together ok?” YN only nods her head slightly unable to speak as another contraction hits “let’s take a look shall we?” Ada checks between YNs legs gasping “this babies coming now YN I can see its head. You need to push when you have another contraction ok?”

“Ada i can’t do this”

“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice. Now come on YN”

Who know how long YN had been in labour for, at least 20 hours or more, but after 10 minutes of pushing YN held a newborn boy in her arms

“Why isn’t Richard here if you were so close to having a baby?” Ada asks tidying up “wait did you know you were pregnant?”

“Oh Ada” YNs eyes glass over with tears

“YN what is it what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know what to do, he’s not Richard’s” YN cries finally telling someone about her awful actions

“What do you mean he’s not… did you sleep with someone else?” YN sadly nods her head “when? who?”

“We haven’t been doing well for a while, he had spoken about a divorce and in my family your disowned. We got in an argument one night and I… shit Ada I went to see Tommy”

“This is my brothers child!” Ada shouts causing the newborn babe to start crying “sorry” she says softly looking at the baby being rocked in YNs arms “why didn’t you tell someone? Have you hidden this pregnancy the whole time?” YN nods her head

“I couldn’t say anything because what would I haven been seen as? I cheated on my husband. I couldn’t pretend that the baby was his because we haven’t slept with each other for over a year. He still wants a divorce that’s why he’s in America away from me”

“Oh YN, come here” Ada’s placed her arm over her friends shoulders in an act to try and comfort her “first of all he left you, you might still be officially married but I think your relationship ended the night he wanted a divorce. Do you love him?”

“Richard? At one point yes but not for a long time”

“I wasn’t talking about Richard” Ada gives YN a small smile

“Tommy? Oh errm I… I’ve… I guess I…”

“I think I know the answer. You can’t hide his child from him YN, you’ve got to tell him”

“I’ve hidden my pregnancy from him, he’ll hate me”

“Trust me he won’t. Now let me have cuddles with my nephew and you get some sleep” Ada takes the baby in her arms before helping YN get comfortable in her bed “I’ll stay here as long as you need me to. I’ll come with you to see Tommy if you want”

“Thank you Ada, truly”

Now it's time for revenge. ☺️💐

Summary: The Letter Laswell sent, that you are proven innocent, arrived at Price's Office 3 days ago- so sources say. But what happens when it was all a lie? And you are still captured by your own team- while the real traitor worked among them? And what happens when they finally find out...?

lets get to the good parts shall we?

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Platonic Task Force 141! x Fem!Reader (Simon Ghost Riley x Fem!Reader)

a/n: .. *cough cough* i want Devon to die *cough cough* enjoy baaabes <3

Warnings: Actually not that many warnings this time yayy. Lying; Smoking; Mentions of Screaming; Threats?? Angst angst angst not proof read (Like always but you already know the drill!) <3

genre: ANGST?

+ 2,8k words *gulps*

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 (coming soon i guess!)

"Good Morning, Devon" Laswell greeted the Assistant- picking up the freshly brewed coffee from her desk, bringing the mug towards her lips. Intoxicating smell drafting through her nose- waking the woman up even more.

"Morning, Ma'am" Devon replied with a charming smile on his face- looking up from the screen to peek at his boss, while she sat down behind her desk- quickly rearranging and checking the position of some utensils on the wodden surface.

"Any news from Price?"- she asked with her usual tone of voice after some time- sitting straight on her chair- pen in hand to sign some documents that Devon previously placed there.

The young man sighed- shaking his head with a slight grimace- causing strands of his blond-ish hair to fall into his face- pushing them back into place, looking neat again.

"No answer from him, sadly- the letter did arrive- it got confirmed." he said hastily- fingers tapping anxiously onto the surface of his own smaller workspace- a table near the door.

The woman observed the young fella. Blue eyes hiding any emotion behind them- making it impossible to see what she might be thinking.

Her Hands intertwined themselves- a habit of hers. Sun that peeked through the blinders painted the room in a cozy morning light. "Why so nervous, Devon?" she asked calmly, head just slightly tilted while asking.

"Me? Nervous?" the man huffed- closing off immediately. His fingers wiping over his shaved chin shortly, before he popped the lid of his pen open.

Devon was new- a good boy, yes he had his habits. For instance- he always- always- clicked his pen, making it hard for her to concentrate- She even went so far to buy him non-clickable pens.

He never left Laswell alone and always wanted to be by her side. During Lunch, Meetings he was legally allowed to attend and even her smoking breaks.

He insisted that this was nescesarry as he was her Assistant- but it neverthless annoyed her on some days.

She couldn't really complain in the end. Kate Laswell survived worse than a somewhat too determined Assistant. He did his job, and made good coffee.

She gave him a warning look after his defensive answer- making him sigh. "I- I just.. I don't know- I feel bad for the Sergeant, I guess" he admitted after breaking under her gaze.

Her eyebrows raised at that- knowing that he talked about you. She cleared her throat- feeling sorry for what she did.

"You do not have to worry. I know that it was wrong to immediately suspicious one of our best task Force members, but since everything that went down with Shepherd.." she trailed off- not really wanting to remember what happened.

"We do not want that to happen again. That's why we opted to such drastic measures" she explained shortly- even though Devon already knew.

Maybe she wanted to make everything easier for herself too.

Laswell shook her head. "Everything cleared up at the end, so do not worry." she begun again- not wanting her Assistant to break his head over something he had no say in.

"So the Letter did arrive?" she asked after some minutes of uncomfortable silence. Standing up and walking towards her helpers desk- giving him the files she just signed.

He quickly took them- placing the papers onto a seperated stack of documents after he checked them. The blond nodded along her question. "Pihu gave it to Price himself." he explained.

Kate new Pihu- the Indian woman always delivered her 'urgent marked' letters without a fail. They've worked together for years. A small friendship blossomed between them as well.

"Maybe I should sent an Email too, right?" she murmured to herself- leaning onto his desk- arms crossed over her chest as she gazed out of the window- voice muffled by the coffee mug.

"-just to make sure" she added, before taking a sip of the hot drink- gaze fixated onto the brownish leaves that flew through the air outside, a beautiful sight.

Not seeing her Assistants panicked state, as the gears in his head almost visibly turned. "I do not think that's needed" he said softly after a short time- earning a questioning look from his superior.

"Well- Pihu's trustworthy and when she said that she delivered the Letter, she did it- I am one hundred percent sure, Ma'am." he argumented- earning a chuckle from the woman.

"Captain Price probably has a lot to do right now- thats why he didn't answered. I mean, the letter just arrived 3 days ago..." he added- gesturing wildly along the way- fingers tapping onto the keyboard after the Woman nodded.

"You're probably right" she said with a click of her tounge- touching her wedding ring- twirling it around her finger before sitting down again on the opposit end of the Room.

The gold coloured name tag reflected the light onto the wall.

'Station Chief Kate Laswell' it said with bold Letters.

She saw a lot of things- things that made her who she is now. Devons argument sounded logical- but why didn't she believe any of it ?- her stomach clenching together.

What was she missing?

Come on Kate, what are you missing?

Maybe the unsent letter with Price's name on it that was burried in the drawer of Devons desk?

Maybe the Money that he gave Pihu behind the abandoned part of the Office building?

Maybe the fact that one of the real Traitors currently sat right before her?...

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"Hell no! I am not doing that- are you crazy?" the woman said with disbelief- black and shiny hair thrown over her shoulder as she tapped her finger onto her forehead to prove her point.

She lit herself a cig, watching the blond man with a sideeye as he kicked the gravel under his foot lightly in a frustrated manner. "Okay- "2 grand" he growled.

Pointing at her. "You should be lucky that my guys didn't kill you already, you greedy bitch" he scoffed- getting nearer with an angered look.

She huffed in annoyance. "Wow" she said with an amused face- elongating the vowel. "Listen up you little shit- First off, birdbrain, you should know that your little punk ass cannot call me a bitch-" she took a quick breath- jabbing her index finger into his chest.

"And second of all: Do you think I am that stupid? I might just be someone that delivers letters and stuff, but we both know only I can do this task- so do not even think of killing me, dipshit" she spat with a shit-eating grin - taking a drag from her cigerette

"2 and a half grand and we have a deal" she smirked- stretching a hand out for him to shake- evil smirk on her face.

The blond wiped his gloved hand over his face in an attempt to calm himself. After some curses he grabbed her hand shaking it harshly. "Fine- You tell everyone that you delivered that stupid Letter"

he gritted his teeth while pulling out his wallet- not liking the woman. "Sure- if the price is right, we'll be having no problems, sir" she said with a smile- looking more friendly out of the sudden.

She quickly grabbed the Money- eyes lighting up almost immediately.

He scoffed- quickly snitching the cigerette out of her mouth before letting it fall into the puddle next to him.

"If you do something stupid, you're dead" he growled- Turning on his heel- dark grey coat swirling a bit, while he stomped back to the office building.

"Hey! That was my last one, you cunt!!" she yelled after him- arms rising in disbelief. he ignored her- vanishing around the corner.

Feeling how her knees still got a bit wobbly at his threat, even though she acted like it didn't make her heart race uncomfortably- quickly squatting down to calm herself.

She sighed in frustration. "Men. Thinking they can do everything- little bitch, I bet he still pisses himself at night" she grumbled while fishing the now wet cigerette out of the little puddle- throwing it into the next trash.

She sat down on the concrete stairs of some back entrance, pulling out a new smoke- she lied. The one in the puddle wasn't her last one.

but it wasn't the only lie.

Laughing quietly as the smoke gently got carried away by the wind. It was indeed more windier than usual.

"Man, I would have done it for 500" she chuckled to herself- looking at the money that stupid boy gave her.

"What a noob" she snorted- sighing in content after inhaling more smoke.

"Hey, Pihu!" a deep voice yelled- making her hide the cash under her leather jacket in one swift motion. Her heart was racing- was she being caught already?

"Come on, what are ya doing her, get back to work- your breaks over!" her boss- Frank- yelled from good 20 meters away.

Quickly relaxing as she new Frank was no treath.

"We need to deliver a letter to some Captain- i dunno, lets get going before it's to late" he reasoned, gesturing the woman to hurry the fuck up.

"Oh and before I forget it- Laswell wants to talk to you" he grunted as the woman was finally in arms reach- pushing Pihu into the same Office Building, that weird coat-guy went into.

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Price opened the door, light making his eyes narrow to slits almost immediately, after it got into his vision. Soap stood there, leaning against the wall of the hallway- waiting for his Captain. Gaze still hot with anger

"Did she tell ya anything?" the Scott asked quickly- the walls of your cell weren't able to hide your desperate cries all the time Price was in there.

"No" his Captain said shortly- frustrated expression painted his face- quickly dissolving into a sly smile. "She will break soon though." he added- patting the shoulder of his Sergeant- nudging his head towards the exit of the corridor.

MacTavish did as he was told- trudging towards the stairs-

he never felt like that- so mad- it made him crazy. You were his sister. One of the people he would die for without questions asked. He told you everything. His fears, dreams- just everything. And you always listened so attentively.

Now he knew why.

Fuck- why did you have to be a fucking rat? A Traitor? Why?

His Jaw was clenched shut, teeth nearly breaking at the way he grinded them together- a bad habit of his you tried to eliminate. Always telling him that his dentist would be mad at him, just like you.

But now?

He would do whatever he fucking wanted to.

"Son, relax" Price hummed while seeing Soaps state. "No, Price! I cannae fucking relax!" he yelled through the hallway of the office rooms. "Why- Why dae she focking betray us?! Ae the time- It was a lie? I wannae her to be the fucking godmother of ma future kids- An' ya are tellin' mae to relax??"

he yelled- letting everything out. "Hey whats going on 'ere, mate?" Gaz rounded the corner- confused look on his face- hearing the Scott from the copy-room not too far away. Ghost was right behind him- staring at his friend- not saying it out loud, but sharing the same question as Gaz.

"I-"

Heels clicking- an office worker rounding 'round the corner as well- freezing a little bit as she saw almost the whole task force. "Good day everyone." she smiled after a few seconds. "Captain" she nodded, before quickly rounding the next corner.

Everyone was silent after the woman disappeared.

"Lets go somewhere more.. private" Price sighed- pushing the three men into his office- closing the door behind himself. Everyone standing in his now to small office.

He flopped down behind his desk. Computer still on- rubbing his temples at the whole situation. He didn't want to admit it- but he could understand Soaps way of thinking almost too well.

Gaz broke the uncomfortable silence first. "Did she say something?" he asked- question directed at Soap and Price. "No, of course she did nae." Soap said while anger flodded his systems again- making his hands clench into fists.

"She's stubborn- but I guess we all knew tha' before we dragged her down tha' shit'ole" Simon said what everyone already thought secretly. Eyes trained onto the Scott. Soap huffed. "Of course you knew, i mean ya fucked her, didnae cha?"

"Sergeant" Ghost said with a warning look- voice tight.

Soap only groaned in frustration- Price stared at the door of his office- not being able to hear them argue any second longer.

Can't they never shut up?

Ding!

All eyes turning to him and his Computer. John sat straighter in his chair- hands flying to the mouse- opening the email quickly after seeing that Kate was the one who sent it to him.

Eyes scanning the few lines that the Email contained- face getting paler after every second that passed- mouth slightly agape as he could hear his blood flowing through his head. Realization dawning-

no fucking bombarding the Captains nerves-

Fingers coming up to press over his mouth- heart beat beginning to quicken in just a few seconds.

Cold Sweat forming over his whole body- feeling as if he was falling from a skyscraper- whole world burning down, concerning the other three people in the room.

"John. What happened?" Ghost tried getting his Captain out of his trance.

"She- She isn't the Traitor" he gulped- body rising immediately from where he sat. Chair harshly bumping into the wall shelf behind him

"She isn't the fucking Traitor! Laswell confirmed it!" he yelled with a certain panic in his voice- grabbing the keys of your cell- trying to get down there asap.

"She- what?" Ghost roared- fear becoming a reality, snaking it's poisonous claws around his lungs and heart- quickly pushing himself out of the room- trying to catch up with his Captain.

Soap and Gaz almost immediately following them.

His new worst fear came true.

You being declared as innocent...

when he already almost killed you...

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they stood there like kicked puppys. Breathing heavily- panic clearly written onto their faces- not daring to touch you- only getting you out of your cuffs- stopping as you yelled at them, not wanting to be touched by them.

Soap didn't looked you in the eye, gaze fixated onto his military boots- the one he pressed your face into the ground with when everthing begun.

Gaz's face was pale as a dead man. Gulping every few seconds- biting his trembling lip- not wanting to cry on the spot.

Price looked like he wasn't there- caught in memories of you two- you didn't care if they were good or bad ones- you knew they were haunting him right now neverthless.

Simon was the only one that dared to return your harsh gaze. helpless look you knew all too well- written all over his face. A vulnerable expression you only saw while laying under the covers with him- when he first opened up to you.

You scoffed after some seconds- faux annoyment painting your face, while watching the four grown men, but in the inside you burned.

So fucking delicious.

Seeing how guilty they looked- supressing a sick twisted smile all the time.

"So you found out? What? Don't cry guys. Since when are you such pussy's?" you simply stated with a raised brow- monotone voice not reflecting all these emotions that bubbled up inside you. Just like your father said.

'Good things take time'

So why not taking your time torturing them?

Simon chocked your name out- feeling as if he didn't deserve it to be on his tounge, after everything he did.

"We-" he couldn't finish his sentence as you interrupted him with a tut. Tension growing thicker after every second. So thick you could cut it with a knife. Maybe the knife you gifted him? That would be a nice way to end it.

"I was in here for 2 fucking weeks- and none of you believed a single word that came out of my mouth!" you said- voice getting louder and louder after every second. Anger that was soaked in your agony and tears roared through the room- making Soap visibly flinch.

You felt your blood rushing through you at a sickening speed- feeling lightheaded- but you didn't stop. "I loved you Simon" you turned to look at the others "-all of you" fists clenching tightly together

"Bonnie, no do nae do tha', pleas" the scott almost whimpered as he knew it must hurt like hell- acknowledging the fact that those blades still stuck in your fingerbeds.

You laughed at his face- it was more of a chuckle, bubbling up in your throat- looking at him with disbelief.

Everything was going like plan in the end..

Phase 1:

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make them burn alive with regret

Whatever the cost

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Childhood rain

John price X fem!reader

(funny thing I noticed Armando low-key looks a bit like Price, can't change my mind on that any more.)

It's late past midnight, Price just came back from a mission, well his last mission, after this he's planning on retiring. Outside of the jeep he's welcomed with heavy rain, thunder and a few times even lighting, he's sure that you must be asleep with the kids,

As the engine slowed down he entered the driveway to your house opening the underground garage, it's quiet and the rain could still be heard, Winter is coming so the air around him is moist and starting to get colder and colder as the days are passing by,

He opens the door and he's greeted by complete darkness, well almost, he can see a light source coming from somewhere, it doesn't take him twice to understand that it's the TV, the audio is a bit low but It can be heard but it's not in a language he can understand, it's completely in Italian, you tried to make him learn but you quickly gave up as you would speak dialect most of the time than instead of the actual language, but he learned to grab pieces from here and there, he promised to himself that he would learn for you.

Slowly and quietly he starts undressing himself, removing first the gear and then removing the shirt to remain only in a pair of boxers, if you were awake you would try to make him have a shower, eat a proper meal but he's just tired and the only thought right now that he has is having you and the kiddos in his arms,

Thinking you were in the bedroom he takes a few steps forward to then realize that all of you were on the couch, the kids were all cuddling with you, almost buried by you,

All of you were in front of the TV as a child show went on, it seemed old from the graphics but the aura it gave was welcoming almost comforting, he stares at it for a minute only and by then the episode it over, displaying the show's name "La Pimpa" he remembers that name from an old conversation you had while the two of you were newly wed, you were talking about your childhood and how that show was one of the biggest things that could've put you at ease whenever you felt down when you were younger.

He decides to join on the couch shifting all of you so you wouldn't be uncomfortable, and as curiosity got his best he decided to watch the show, imagining a really younger version of you watching that,

What he found out after watching, was that funnily enough he could've related pretty much to the main character, a red dotted female dog who's show is just about her having some new adventures but at the end of the day coming back to home, and Price wasn't much the different since at the end of the day he would always cone back home.

If my neighborhood looked like this, I would bring him homemade cake every day.

bittersweet 🖤 a yandere!john wick x fem!reader coffee shop sunshine/grump au

Table of Contents

something sweet

burned

the cougar

the mountain

lamb in the lion's den

avenging angel

the book thief

joyride

pest

drunk text

mondo piccolo

la dolce vita

vino veritas

kitten

walk of shame

bad girl

got u

war and peace

crime and punishment

lost and found

bound for hell

deal with the devil

show me your teeth

bully

knots

breaking point

surprise

haunted

lady of the daisies

say something

run

hard lesson

suits & guns

quite continental

purgatory

rough play

ruse

the honorable thing

pool time

parlay

reprieve

tbc...