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Hi, welcome to my page.

I love to write dark fanfiction. I am a huge fan of Jensen Ackles so most of my stories will involve him and characters he has played.

My stories will contain the following warnings:

trauma, sa ,abuse, substance abuse, infidelity, etc.

● Jensen x Reader

Love with Each Step- a one shot

● Jensen x Summer Anderson(my oc)

● Supernatural

● The Boys

Broken (in progress)

● Tracker

Broken Promises (completed)

Triangle of Trust (in progress)

Passion and Betrayal- a one shot

● Countdown

A New Year's Surprise- a short fanfic/drabble

A Christmas Countdown: Badges and Banter - a one shot

● Vought Rising

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Broken...Part 20 The End

Summer Anderson didn't know what she was in for when she met the famous Soldier Boy. Her heart got more than it bargained for.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x OC Summer Anderson

Warnings: language, smut 18+, domestic violence, attempted SA

Word Count: 9895

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and only for entertainment purposes

She felt like she might throw up.“John, please…” she begged.He held up a hand to silence her. “No. I’m tired of hearing it. Now you’re coming with me.”He grabbed her roughly by the arm and dragged her toward the rooftop access door. She stumbled after him, heart pounding, fear clawing up her throat.He took her down to his private quarters and tossed her onto the large couch. She landed with a soft thud, scrambling back against the cushions, arms wrapped protectively around herself.“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, voice trembling with the same fear she used to have when talking about her past trauma.John looked at her, eyes softening for just a second. “Summer, you know I would never do that to you. Right?”She nodded nervously, not entirely convinced.“Then why am I here?” she whispered.John stepped closer, towering over her. “I brought you here so we can talk. Alone. No interruptions. Without my father getting in the way.”Summer relaxed — just slightly. “John… It's been a year. We’re not together anymore. There’s nothing left to talk about.”His face twisted with rage. He grabbed a lamp off the side table and hurled it across the room, shattering it against the wall.Summer shrieked, curling into herself.“John!” she cried.He stared at her, chest heaving, eyes wild and desperate. “Summer… you are mine. Not his. Mine!”He lunged forward, grabbing her off the couch and lifting her clear off the ground. She gasped, hands pushing at his chest.“John, please don’t hurt me. I… I’ll listen. Just please put me down.”Something in her voice — pure, raw terror — seemed to reach him. He set her down gently, almost reverently.Summer collapsed back onto the couch, wrapping her arms tightly around herself, trying desperately to hold herself together.John stood over her, breathing hard, eyes still glowing faintly.The room felt smaller, darker, and Summer realized, with growing dread, that she was completely alone with him.

By the time the sky began to lighten with the first hints of dawn, both of them were exhausted, running on pure adrenaline and fear.Ben finally stopped on a deserted rooftop overlooking the river, hands on his hips, breathing hard. “We’re not finding her like this. Not tonight.”Adam looked like he wanted to argue, but exhaustion and worry won out. “Dad… what if he—”“Don’t,” Ben cut him off sharply, then softened. “Don’t go there. We’ll find her. I swear it.”They drove home in heavy silence. The house was dark when they pulled up, but the porch light was on. Jenny was waiting just inside the door, eyes red from crying. The second Adam stepped through the threshold she flew into his arms.Adam wrapped himself around her, burying his face in her blonde hair, his broad shoulders trembling slightly. “We couldn’t find her,” he whispered, voice cracking. “She’s just… gone.”Jenny held him tighter, one hand stroking his back. “It’s okay. You tried. You both did. We’ll find her tomorrow. She’s strong. She’ll hold on.”Ben stood in the doorway watching them, his heart twisting painfully in his chest. His son—his boy—finding comfort in the arms of the girl he loved. It should have been a beautiful sight. Instead it only reminded Ben how fragile everything was, how easily it could all be ripped away again.Tears burned in his eyes. He turned away for a moment, jaw clenched, trying to keep himself from breaking.“We need to get some sleep,” Ben said finally, voice rough. “All of us. We start again at first light. One more full day of searching. Then… we call the cops.”Adam lifted his head, eyes hard. “You know Vought owns the police.”“I know,” Ben replied grimly. “But we may not have a choice. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”Jenny gently pulled Adam toward the stairs. “Come on. You need rest.”Ben watched them go, then sank down onto the couch in the dark living room. He didn’t sleep. He couldn’t. He sat there for hours, staring at the wall, fists clenched on his knees, replaying every moment he’d failed Summer in his mind. That night was one of the longest and most terrifying Summer had ever endured.She tried sleeping on the couch in John’s lavish quarters, curled up under a thin throw blanket, but John wouldn’t allow it. He’d gently — then not so gently — insisted she come to the bed. “You’re not sleeping out here like some guest,” he’d said, voice deceptively soft. “You belong next to me.”They had talked for hours. Or rather, John had talked while Summer listened, her body tense, her mind racing for any way out. She tried to explain, voice trembling but steady, that they were over. That she loved Ben. That what they’d had was real once, but it couldn’t continue.Every time she said Ben’s name, something in John fractured a little more. A lamp shattered. A glass exploded against the wall. Then came the apologies — desperate, tearful ones where he dropped to his knees in front of her, begging her to understand, promising he’d never hurt her again. Summer would cry, exhausted and terrified, and John would pull her into his arms, stroking her hair, telling her how much he loved her, how he’d fix everything.Now she lay in his massive bed, wearing the slinky black nightgown he’d made her change into — little more than a sheer slip that barely reached mid-thigh. She kept trying to tug it down, arms crossed tightly over her chest, but it was useless.

Every shift of fabric made her feel more exposed.John stretched out beside her with a contented sigh. Then his arm draped heavily over her waist.Summer flinched hard.His eyes snapped open instantly, glowing a violent, piercing red. Twin lasers shot out, burning two smoking holes into the ceiling above them.Summer screamed, scrambling back.“I’m sorry,” John gasped, the red fading from his eyes as he sat up. He reached for her. “Summer, I didn’t mean—”She jerked away from his touch. “Don’t.”He grabbed her anyway, hands on her shoulders, shaking her. “You will fucking love me again!” His voice cracked with rage and pain as her head snapped back from the force. “Do you hear me?!”“John, please stop — you’re hurting me—” she cried.He slapped her hard across the face.Summer cried out, hand flying to her stinging cheek, tears spilling instantly.“I’m sorry, John,” she whimpered, curling in on herself.John threw her back onto the bed. For one horrifying second, she saw it — the same look in his eyes that Ben used to have in the worst moments before everything went dark. The look that came right before Ben had raped her so brutally she’d ended up in the hospital.Summer screamed.She scrambled off the bed, heart pounding, pure survival instinct taking over. She had promised herself years ago she would never let another man do that to her again.John lunged after her. She grabbed the first thing she could reach — a heavy decorative vase — and hurled it at him. It shattered against his shoulder, but he barely flinched.“Get the fuck away from me!” she screamed as his hands grabbed for her.She dodged, sprinting for the door. John’s eyes flashed red again. A laser blast burned a smoking line across the wall right in front of her, blocking her path. She shrieked and stumbled back.John seized her from behind, arms like steel bands around her waist. She fought wildly — kicking, clawing, thrashing.“I will never love you again!” she shouted, voice breaking. He whipped her around to face him, raised his hand and slapped her again, harder this time. The crack echoed in the room. Summer cried out in pain, cheek burning, fresh tears streaming down her face. “Ben will find me!” she shouted. “Keep it up,” John growled, hovering over her as he pinned her against the wall, “and there won’t be anything left for him to find.”Summer shivered violently at his words, terror freezing her in place. The fight drained out of her as she realized just how far gone he was.John stepped back slightly, satisfied by the raw fear in her eyes. He looked almost calm again, the dangerous smile returning to his face.“There,” he said softly, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her tear-streaked cheek. “That’s better. Now be a good girl and come back to bed.”Summer stood there shaking, arms wrapped around herself, knowing she was completely trapped.

Summer climbed into the bed and shivered, pulling the thin covers up as high as she could. The slinky nightgown felt too revealing, too vulnerable. She curled onto her side, trying to make herself as small as possible.John noticed immediately. He climbed in after her, the mattress dipping under his weight. Without hesitation, he pressed his body against hers from behind, one arm sliding around her waist.“John please,” Summer whispered, voice shaking. “You know what I’ve been through.”John’s face softened. He loosened his hold just enough to gently turn her toward him. Her hazel eyes were filled with unshed tears, glistening in the low light of the room.He reached up and placed a finger under her chin, tilting her face up. “Look at me, please.”Summer’s eyes slowly shifted to meet his, her breathing shallow.“I would never hurt you like they did,” John said softly, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Never.”Summer stayed silent, but inside she was screaming. Her heart hammered against her ribs, every instinct telling her to run.“You believe me, don’t you?” John’s voice was pleading now, almost desperate as he searched her face.Summer nodded, but she couldn’t bring herself to speak.This wasn’t good enough for John. His grip on her chin became a little rougher as he held her gaze. “Summer?” he warned, his voice losing some of its earlier gentleness.Summer opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out at first. Her throat was dry and raw from crying and fear. She cleared it weakly.“I’m scared, John,” she finally managed, voice barely above a whisper. “I want to believe you, but you have never hit me before and I never thought you would.”She looked at him, bracing slightly, waiting for another slap.Instead, John’s arms wrapped tighter around her, pulling her against his chest. Summer’s body didn’t know how to react — tense and trembling, caught between fear and the familiarity of his embrace.“Oh, Summer… I love you so much,” he murmured into her hair, his voice thick with emotion. “I am so sorry for hurting you. I just need you to realize that you still love me. I know you do. You can’t just turn it off.”Summer treaded carefully, choosing every word with precision. “John, I… I do love you… but—”She felt his arms tighten around her instantly.“Ben was my first love,” she continued softly, “and I thought I had lost him forever.”John let out a long, heavy sigh. He pressed his forehead to hers, voice dropping to almost nothing.“I will be your last,” he whispered so softly she almost didn’t hear it.Summer closed her eyes, fresh tears slipping down her cheeks as she lay there in his arms, the weight of his words pressing down on her like a cage.

John gave her one last look, his cape flowing dramatically behind him as he left the room. The heavy door clicked shut, the lock engaging with a final, ominous sound.The second he was gone, Summer sprang into action. She searched the entire suite — drawers, cabinets, under the bed, behind furniture — looking for anything she could use as a weapon or a tool to escape. She tried the windows (reinforced, unbreakable), the vents (too small), even the door (solid, locked from the outside).After what felt like hours of frantic searching, she finally gave up. She collapsed onto the couch, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around herself. Tears came fast and hot as the reality crashed down on her.She missed Adam. She missed Ben. She imagined Ben bursting through the door, scooping her up into his strong arms, carrying her away from this nightmare.Suddenly the door flew open.Summer’s heart leaped with desperate hope. She sat up quickly, thinking — praying — that maybe, just maybe, it was Ben coming for her.Until she saw the familiar red, white, and blue.Her heart sank, but she quickly hid it behind a careful, neutral expression.John walked over to her with a bright smile. “Hi baby,” he said warmly, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug.She accepted the hug, her blood running cold.“So how was your day?” she asked, forcing her voice to stay steady.“Wonderful!” John exclaimed with genuine joy, pulling back to look at her. “That joke Mr. Marathon left with his tail between his legs.” He laughed, loud and sharp, as he sat on the couch and propped his boots up on the coffee table. He patted the seat right next to him, inviting her over.Summer walked over and sat down beside him.“I thought you looked up to him?” she asked carefully.John glanced at her, still smiling. “That was before I lost respect for him.”Summer looked at him, confused. The man in front of her seemed so different from the John she had known — the caring, protective one. What had happened to him?“Oh?” she prompted gently.John launched into a long explanation, gesturing animatedly with his hands. “I can’t respect a man who can’t proudly accept that he’s aging. He’s clinging to the past like some pathetic has-been. A-Train is faster, stronger, younger. It’s time for new blood in The Seven.”Summer listened quietly, nodding when appropriate, her mind racing for any opening, any weakness she could use. Later that evening they had dinner together — takeout from one of Vought’s private chefs — and watched a movie on the massive screen. For a little while, it almost felt normal.But Summer kept reminding herself: This is not normal. This is not okay. I need to get out of here.She smiled when John looked at her, laughed at his jokes, but inside she was screaming — planning, waiting for the right moment to escape and get back to her family.

But right now, none of that matters. My wife, Summer Anderson, has been taken. If anyone has seen her or knows anything about Homelander’s whereabouts, please come forward. We will not stop until she is home safe.”Adam stood beside him, tall and serious. “Please,” he added, voice cracking slightly. “She’s my mom. We just want her back.”The press erupted with questions, but Ben and Adam walked away without answering any more.Days dragged by with no leads.One evening, as the sun set, Adam sat on the couch with Jenny curled against his side, tears silently rolling down her cheeks. Ben paced the living room like a caged animal.“Dad… what are we going to do if we can’t find her?” Adam asked, voice thick with fear.Ben stopped pacing and looked at his son, eyes hard with determination.“I will never stop looking for her, son,” he said firmly. “Not ever. She’s coming home. I swear it.”The phone suddenly rang, cutting through the heavy silence.Adam jumped up and grabbed it. “Hello?”A small, timid voice came through the line. “Is this the number for Summer Anderson?”“Yes, it is, ma’am. Do you have any information on her whereabouts?”“That’s not why I’m calling.”Adam frowned, glancing at Ben and Jenny. “Who is this?”“Is this Adam?”“Yes, it is.” His heart started pounding.“Adam… this is Grandma.”Adam went completely still. The room felt like it had frozen.“Son, who is it?” Ben asked, stepping closer.“Grandma?” Adam finally managed, voice barely above a whisper.“Yes,” the woman said, her voice quivering with emotion. “I am your mother’s mother.”Adam’s heart leaped into his throat. He looked at his father with wide eyes. “It’s Mom’s mom.”Ben’s eyes widened in shock. “Son, hand me the phone.”Adam passed it over without hesitation.Ben took a deep breath. “Margaret?”“Ben?” Margaret’s voice broke on his name. “Is that really you?”Ben’s throat tightened. “It’s me. I’m back. But Summer… she’s missing. Homelander took her.”Margaret gasped. “Oh God… I haven’t seen her since the night you disappeared. They told us you were dead. I’ve only been allowed to talk to her for a few minutes a week for the last sixteen years. They never let me speak to Adam. I never understood what was happening… until I saw your press conference on the news. I figured I’d try this number.”Ben listened intently as Margaret poured out years of worry and confusion. Adam and Jenny sat close, listening with wide eyes.When the conversation finally wound down, Adam leaned forward. “Grandma… would you like to come to the house? So you can see me? Meet Jenny?”There was a soft, tearful laugh on the other end. “Oh, sweetheart… I would love that more than anything.”Ben smiled for the first time in days. “We’ll make the arrangements. Come as soon as you can.”As he hung up the phone, the weight in the room felt just a little lighter. A grandmother who had been kept away for sixteen years was finally coming home.But Summer was still out there.And they weren’t stopping until she was safe with them again.

Back at Vought Tower, John paced back and forth across the luxurious living area of his private quarters at the top of Vought Tower, his boots echoing sharply against the polished floor. His red, white, and blue cape swirled with every agitated turn. The massive floor-to-ceiling windows showed the glittering city below, but he wasn’t seeing any of it. His mind was consumed by the press conference he had watched earlier that day.Summer sat on the edge of the large sectional couch, legs pulled up to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around her knees. She watched him nervously, her blonde hair still messy from the long day. She could feel the tension rolling off him in waves.“John… what’s wrong?” she asked softly, voice tentative.He didn’t answer. He just kept pacing, jaw clenched, fists opening and closing at his sides.Summer stood up slowly, taking a cautious step toward him. “Please, John… talk to me. Maybe I can help.”He stopped abruptly and whirled around to face her. His blue eyes were dark, stormy with barely-contained rage.“Your ex,” he spat, “he’s beginning to be a real fucking problem.”Summer raised an eyebrow, confused. “My ex?”John’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “You know exactly who I’m talking about. My father. He held a goddamn press conference. Reported you missing. Begging the whole world to help find you.”He took a step closer, towering over her. “Well? Are you going to say anything?”Summer flinched at the sharp rise in his voice. She had been strictly instructed never to talk about Ben. She wasn’t sure what the safe answer was anymore. Her throat felt tight.“I’m sorry,” was all she could manage, voice small.John threw his hands up in frustration. “Let’s go to bed,” he demanded, the words clipped and cold.Summer shivered. She hated bedtime now. The vulnerability of lying next to him always made her stomach twist. But she obeyed, slipping into the short black nightgown he expected her to wear every night. The fabric was thin and clung to her body. She climbed into the large bed, pulling the covers up as high as she could.John climbed in behind her. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, pulling her back against his chest, the way he did every night now. Summer had grown used to the weight of his hold, even if it still made her skin crawl with unease. She closed her eyes and eventually drifted into a restless sleep.

In her dream, it was Ben holding her. His strong arms, his familiar scent, his lips brushing softly against her neck. She sighed happily in her sleep.“Oh, Ben…”The arms around her tightened suddenly, almost painfully.Summer’s eyes snapped open. It was morning now and she just realized what she had said and spun around in a panic to face John.“I’m sorry—” she started, but it was too late.John’s face was twisted with fury. He climbed out of bed in one swift motion, grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair, and yanked her out of the bed.“Are you fucking kidding me?” he shouted, dragging her across the room toward the couch. He tossed her onto it roughly. She landed with a gasp, scrambling to sit up.John hovered over her menacingly, eyes glowing faintly red. “One thing, Summer. One fucking thing — and you couldn’t even do it.”Summer opened her mouth to apologize, but John backhanded her hard across the face. The slap echoed sharply in the quiet room.She cried out in pain, hand flying to her stinging cheek. “John—”He cut her off, voice venomous. “I asked you for one simple thing. Don’t say his name. Don’t dream about him. And what do you do?”Summer trembled, tears spilling down her face. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…”John stared at her for a long, terrifying second, then turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.Summer sat there shaking, holding her cheek, the taste of blood in her mouth. About thirty minutes later, the door opened again. John walked back in, now fully dressed in his Homelander suit, cape flowing behind him.“Get dressed,” he ordered. “We’re leaving.”Summer looked up at him, eyes wide. “John, I—”“Did I fucking stutter?” he snapped. “Get dressed!”She scurried off the couch, quickly pulling on a pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt. When she was done, she walked over to him cautiously.“I’m sorry, John. I didn’t mean to—”He whirled around and grabbed her by the throat, slamming her back against the couch. Summer’s eyes widened with terror as his fingers tightened.“Keep pushing me,” he growled, leaning in close, “and there won’t be anything left for him to find.”He released her abruptly. Summer sat there, gasping for air, tears streaming down her face. The fear was suffocating.She had no idea how much longer she could survive this.

Across town….The moment had finally arrived — the day Margaret Anderson had dreamed about since that terrible night when she heard the chaos on the other end of the phone line, the last time she had truly spoken to her daughter.Jim sat behind the wheel of the modest sedan, hands steady on the steering wheel. He glanced over at Margaret with a kind smile. “You ready for this, Mrs. Anderson?”Margaret looked at him, her eyes shining with a mix of overwhelming happiness and deep sorrow. A single tear slipped down her cheek. “I am, Jimmy. I just wish my Johnny had lived long enough to see this day.”Jim reached over and gently squeezed her hand. “He’ll be there in spirit, ma’am. I know it.”He got out of the car, walked around, and opened Margaret’s door with the same protective care he’d shown for years. He offered her his arm, and she took it gratefully. The two of them walked arm-in-arm up the path to the front door of the Long Island house.Inside, the nerves were just as high.Adam and Jenny sat on the couch, hands clasped tightly. Ben stood by the window, peering out, his broad shoulders tense. When he saw Jim — older now, hair graying at the temples but still carrying that same loyal posture — Ben’s expression softened.“Alright, they’re heading to the door,” Ben said quietly. He stepped away from the window and moved to the entrance, preparing himself. He knew Margaret had never fully forgiven him for the pain he’d caused Summer all those years ago.There was a knock.Ben looked over at Adam. “Ready, son?”Adam nodded, an anxious but hopeful smile on his face. “Ready.”Ben opened the door.There she stood — Margaret Anderson, Summer’s mother. Time had softened her features but hadn’t dulled the warmth in her eyes. She looked at Ben for a long moment.“Hi, Margaret,” Ben said, offering a bright, genuine smile.Margaret returned it, though it trembled slightly at the edges. “Hello, Ben.”Ben glanced past her. “Jim,” he said with a respectful nod.Jim nodded back. “Good to see you again, sir.”“Here, let me take that for you.” Ben reached out and gently took Margaret’s purse and coat, hanging them carefully on the hook by the door.Margaret stepped inside, her eyes immediately finding the tall young man standing a few feet away. The perfect mix of Ben and Summer — dark hair, those striking green eyes.“Oh my word,” she breathed, hand rising to her chest. “You sure have grown into a wonderful, handsome young man.”Adam stood up, a shy but warm smile breaking across his face. “Hi, Grandma.”He stepped forward and wrapped her in a careful hug.

Margaret held him tight, tears spilling freely now.“This is my fiancée, Jenny,” Adam said, gesturing to the petite blonde beside him.Jenny smiled brightly, though her eyes were misty. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, ma’am.”They all moved into the living room and sat down. For the first hour, the conversation was light and healing. Margaret shared stories of Summer as a little girl — how she used to dance around the kitchen singing into a wooden spoon, how she once tried to adopt a stray cat and hid it in her closet for three days.Ben laughed deeply, the sound rich and full. “She never told me that one.”Adam grinned. “Mom always said she was a handful.”Jenny listened with delight, squeezing Adam’s hand.Then the conversation slowly turned more serious. Ben began telling Margaret everything that had happened — his betrayal, the years in cryo, his return, and now Summer’s disappearance.Margaret’s face grew solemn. “Have you checked Vought Tower?” she asked suddenly. “I heard somewhere that Homelander has private quarters there.” The room went silent.Adam broke it first. “Grandma… Dad won’t go to Vought Tower.” Margaret raised an eyebrow, looking at Ben with that same motherly sternness Summer had inherited. “Why not?”Ben rubbed the back of his neck, ashamed. “Because if they get their hands on me again, they might take Adam too. Or worse.”Margaret placed a gentle but firm hand on his shoulder. “Ben… I never told you this back then, but I am so proud of the man you became. All the work you did to change, to protect my daughter. I forgive you. It’s time you forgive yourself.”Ben’s eyes filled with tears. He dropped to his knees in front of her, overcome with relief and grief all at once.Margaret pulled him up into a tight hug. “I know you will do whatever needs to be done to bring my Summer home.”Ben hugged her back fiercely. “You’re damn right I will.”Adam, Jenny, and Jim watched the moment with love and quiet hope in their hearts. For the first time in days, the house felt a little less empty.

I’m not making that mistake again. We’re bringing her home. Today.”The drive wasn’t long, but it felt endless. They parked a block away in an alley, slipping out of the truck like shadows. They had spent the entire previous evening poring over old blueprints Ben had found, marking every possible entry point, every weak spot in security.They moved silently through the back alleys, avoiding the main streets where cameras might catch them. Ben led the way, his body coiled like a spring ready to explode. Adam followed close behind, every bit his father’s son in determination and movement.They slipped through a service entrance Ben remembered from decades ago. Guards were light this early — most were focused on the main lobby. They ducked into maintenance corridors, hearts pounding as they passed within feet of patrolling security.“We need the stairs,” Adam whispered, voice low.Ben nodded. They moved quickly down a long hallway, pressing against the wall when two guards rounded the corner. Once the coast was clear, they bolted for the stairwell.Five flights up. Their footsteps echoed softly. When they reached the private elevator reserved for Homelander’s quarters, they executed the plan they had rehearsed: Adam used his strength to pry open the panel while Ben hot-wired the controls. The doors slid open with a soft ding.They stepped inside.“What are you going to do if Homelander is in there?” Adam asked, voice tight.Ben’s jaw clenched. “Well, son… I’m going to kill him.”Adam stared at him, stunned. “Dad, we can’t do that. He’s your son and my—”Ben raised a hand sharply. “Son? Hell no, he ain’t. You are my son. The one I wanted. He is just a loser who got lucky and was made from my supe juice.”Adam didn’t know how to feel. The words stung, but the fury in his father’s eyes was undeniable. “Adam, listen… I know you grew up with him, but he’s not one of us. He hurt your Mom. He’s not the same person he was. He’s evil, son…”Ben stopped mid-sentence, a sickening realization hitting him like a freight train. His voice dropped. “He’s me… the old me.”Adam looked at his father, eyes wide seeing the hurt in his eyes. “Dad, no—”Ben raised his hand again. “Maybe he can be saved.”Before Adam could reply, the elevator doors opened with a soft chime.

A large hole now gaped where his hand had struck.Summer screamed, flinching violently and covering her head with her arms. “Please, John!”John stood there breathing hard, fist still embedded in the broken wall. Slowly, he pulled it back, shaking off dust and bits of debris.“Come here,” he demanded, voice low and dangerous.Summer’s heart hammered in her chest. She wiped her face with a trembling hand and nervously stood up, legs shaky as she walked the few steps toward him.John’s eyes darkened. “On your knees.”Summer’s eyes widened in horror. “What? No — please—”He didn’t wait. His eyes flashed bright red. A thin laser beam shot past her head and burned a smoking black line into the wall directly behind her. The heat singed a few strands of her blonde hair.Summer screamed again, dropping instantly to her knees on the hard floor, hands shaking in front of her.“Make it up to me, Summer,” John said, voice cold but laced with twisted need. He pulls his already hard cock out of his suit. “Prove to me that you are really, truly sorry, Summer. Open your mouth.”Summer knelt there, head bowed, tears falling onto the floor beneath her. Her body trembled with fear and humiliation. “Didn’t you say we need to leave?” His patience growing thin he grabs Summers head and brings it closer to his cock. The head already dripping with precum. “Open. Your. God. Damn. Mouth.” He seethes. Summer protests more. John back hands her across the face knocking her down. Just then, the elevator dinged softly.Summer’s head snapped toward the sound, hope flaring desperately in her chest.Ben and Adam stepped out of the elevator, covered in dust and determination.John immediately straightened, tucking himself back into his suit with a quick motion. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He turned and walked toward them with a furious sneer.“What the fuck are you doing here?” John screamed at Ben, voice echoing through the ruined room.Ben’s eyes locked on Summer kneeling on the floor, tear-streaked and terrified. Pure, unfiltered rage exploded across his face.“You fucking son of a bitch!” Ben roared, lunging forward. “What did you do to her?!”Adam ran straight past the fight toward his mother. “Mom? Are you okay?”Summer could only nod, too overwhelmed to speak as Adam helped her to her feet.Ben and John collided like two unstoppable forces. The fight was brutal and immediate — fists flying, bodies slamming into walls, furniture shattering around them as the tower itself began to groan and crack under the violence.

The fight exploded with brutal force.Ben and John slammed into each other like two unstoppable forces of nature. Ben’s fist connected with John’s jaw in a thunderous crack that echoed through the room, sending Homelander staggering backward into a glass display case. The glass shattered violently, shards raining down like deadly confetti as John crashed through it.“You took her from me!” John roared getting up and charging forward again, grabbing Ben and hurling him across the room. Ben smashed into a heavy oak desk, splintering it in half. Papers and monitors flew everywhere. Ben laughed through the blood on his lips, eyes glowing with manic fury. “She was never yours! She has always been mine” Ben didn’t waste time he lunged again, tackling John through another wall. Plaster and concrete exploded outward as the two Supes tore through the interior of the tower like wrecking balls. The entire floor shook violently.Adam watched in horror from beside Summer, who was still trying to catch her breath on the floor.“Mom, I need to help,” Adam said urgently, already moving.“Adam, wait—” Summer tried to stop him, but he was already gone.Adam charged in, grabbing John from behind in a powerful bear hug. “John, come on, man! Let’s talk about this! This isn’t you!”John twisted violently in Adam’s grip. “Talk?!” he snarled. He slammed an elbow back into Adam’s face, then spun and delivered a devastating punch straight to Adam’s jaw.Adam yelled out in pain, staggering backward, blood trickling from his split lip. “What the fuck is your problem, man?! You’ve lost your fucking mind!”Ben roared and grabbed John again, swinging him around like a ragdoll. “Don’t you touch my son!” He hurled John with all his strength. John flew through the air and smashed through the next wall, breaking into an adjacent office suite. Screams erupted from the workers inside as they scrambled to escape the chaos.Now it was father and son against John. Ben and Adam moved in sync, double-teaming John. Punches landed like cannon fire. John was slammed into walls, desks, and support beams. The entire tower groaned and shuddered under the violence. Cracks spiderwebbed across the ceilings. Concrete chunks began to fall.John’s eyes flashed bright red. In a fit of rage, he unleashed a barrage of lasers. One beam sliced across Adam’s arm, cutting deep into muscle and flesh.

Adam screamed in agony, grabbing his wounded arm as blood poured between his fingers. “Fuck!”Ben’s eyes widened with fury. “You son of a bitch!”With a primal roar, Ben grabbed John by the throat and slammed him down into the floor with earth-shaking force. The impact created a massive ripple effect — the floor buckled, support beams snapped, and huge sections of the ceiling began to collapse around them. Dust and debris filled the air. The building was coming down.Ben turned to Adam, voice urgent and commanding. “Get your mother out of here! Now!”Adam clutched his bleeding arm, eyes wide with desperation. “Dad, I’m not leaving you!”Ben screamed at the top of his lungs, voice raw with fear and love. “Adam! Fucking go now! Get her out of here!”Summer, still on the floor, reached out desperately. “Ben! No — Adam, we can’t leave him!”Adam hesitated for only a second before his face hardened with resolve. He used his super strength to scoop Summer up despite her protests, carrying her toward the emergency stairwell.“Mom, come on — the building is going down!” he shouted, pulling her along as chunks of concrete fell around them.Summer reached back toward Ben, tears streaming down her face. “Ben! Please!”But Adam didn’t stop. Ben watched from the shattered edge of the collapsing floor as Adam dragged Summer toward the emergency stairwell. The moment he saw them disappear through the doorway — Summer looking back desperately, Adam pulling her to safety — something inside him finally snapped free.His eyes locked on John, who was pushing himself up from the rubble, blood trickling from a cut on his forehead, cape torn and singed.“Alright, you fucking son of a bitch,” Ben growled, voice low and lethal, echoing through the crumbling chamber. “Let’s finish this.”John wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand and laughed — a cold, unhinged sound that bounced off the breaking walls. “Bring it, old man.”The two of them collided like gods at war.Ben threw the first punch, a devastating right hook that connected with John’s jaw and sent him flying backward through an already-weakened interior wall. Plaster and concrete exploded outward in a cloud of dust. John crashed into the next room, slamming into a steel support beam that groaned dangerously under the impact.The entire tower shook violently.

Chunks of ceiling rained down like deadly hail. Pipes burst. Lights flickered and died. The building was giving up.John rose again, eyes glowing bright red. He fired a barrage of lasers, forcing Ben to dive behind a fallen pillar. The beams carved molten trenches through the floor where Ben had been standing. Ben roared and charged through the debris, tackling John at full speed. They smashed through another wall together, trading brutal blows — fists like sledgehammers, each impact cracking ribs and splitting skin.“You took her from me!” Ben snarled, slamming John’s head into a concrete slab.John laughed through the blood in his mouth. “She was never yours to begin with!”He kneed Ben in the gut, then used his flight to hurl them both across the room. They crashed through office furniture, desks shattering, computers exploding in sparks. The fight was raw, vicious, and personal — father versus the son he never wanted, the monster he had once been.Ben landed a devastating uppercut that lifted John off his feet and sent him crashing backward into a massive fallen support beam. The beam cracked under the force. John slumped against it, dazed, blood pouring from his nose and mouth.Ben stood over him, chest heaving, eyes burning with years of rage. He planted his feet, shoulders squaring as he began to charge his most powerful attack. A low, ominous hum filled the air. The glowing energy built in his chest, growing brighter and hotter until it lit the collapsing room like a second sun.John looked up just in time to see it coming.Ben unleashed the chest blast at point-blank range — a concentrated beam of raw, devastating energy that slammed directly into John’s chest with the force of a freight train. John screamed as the blast burned through his suit and into his flesh, lifting him off the ground and hurling him backward through multiple walls.The tower gave one final, violent shudder.Huge sections of ceiling and support structures began to collapse all around Ben. The building was coming down.Ben stood amidst the falling debris for one heartbeat, staring at John’s motionless body lying in the rubble.Then, with a frustrated growl, he made his choice.“Fuck…”He surged forward through the chaos, scooping John’s broken form up with one arm and launching himself toward the nearest opening in the collapsing structure. He burst out of the tower just as the upper floors gave way completely, the massive building crumbling behind him in a thunderous roar of dust and destruction.Ben landed hard on the street below, dropping John roughly onto the pavement.

The drive home felt like it lasted forever and yet ended too soon. The truck rumbled down the familiar street as the late afternoon sun painted the houses in soft gold. Ben kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting on Summer’s thigh, thumb brushing gentle circles against her jeans. Summer sat in the middle, leaning into him, her head occasionally resting on his shoulder. Adam sat on her other side, quiet but content, staring out the window with the exhaustion of battle still etched on his young face.As they turned into the driveway, Summer’s breath caught.There, standing on the front porch, were her mother Margaret and Jim. Margaret’s hands were clasped tightly in front of her, eyes already glistening. Jim stood beside her, solid and steady as always, though his own eyes were suspiciously bright.Ben parked the truck and killed the engine. The moment the doors opened, Summer was out like a shot.“Mom!” she cried, voice breaking as she ran straight into her mother’s arms.Margaret wrapped her daughter in the tightest embrace, burying her face in Summer’s blonde hair. “Oh, my baby… my sweet girl,” she sobbed, rocking her gently. “I thought I’d never see you again. I was so scared.”Summer clung to her, tears streaming freely down her cheeks. “I’m here, Momma. I’m home. I’m really home.”Jim stepped forward, his strong arms wrapping around both women. His voice was thick with emotion as he held them close. “Welcome home, Summer. We’ve been waiting for you.”Summer reached one arm out to pull Jim tighter into the hug. “Thank you, Jim. For everything. For taking care of Mom all these years.”Jim chuckled softly, though his eyes were wet. “Wasn’t a hardship. She’s family.”From the porch, Jenny came running out, her blonde hair flying behind her. She launched herself into Adam’s arms with a joyful cry. Adam caught her easily, lifting her off the ground as she wrapped her legs around his waist.“I was so worried,” Jenny whispered against his neck, kissing him fiercely.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.”Adam kissed her back just as hard, smiling through the exhaustion. “I’m okay. We’re all okay now.”Ben stayed back by the truck for a moment, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching the beautiful chaos unfold in front of him. His green eyes softened as he took it all in — his wife safe in her mother’s arms, his son holding the girl he loved, the family that had been torn apart finally beginning to mend.Margaret eventually pulled back just enough to look at Ben, tears still shining on her cheeks. She reached out a hand toward him. “Ben… thank you. For bringing my daughter home.”Ben stepped forward and took her hand, squeezing it gently. “I told you I’d get her back. I meant it.”Margaret smiled through her tears. “You always were a stubborn man. I’m glad you still are.”Summer laughed softly, wiping her eyes as she looked between her mother and Ben. “We’re all together again. That’s all that matters.”Adam set Jenny down but kept an arm around her waist. “Yeah… we made it.”The group slowly moved inside the house, the air filled with overlapping voices and quiet laughter. Margaret kept one arm linked with Summer’s the whole way, as if afraid to let go. Jim followed behind, while Ben walked behind them, a quiet, contented smile on his face.Once inside, Summer turned to everyone, voice thick but full of joy. “I can’t believe this. All of us… here.”Ben wrapped an arm around her from behind, resting his chin on top of her head. “This is how it should’ve always been.”Adam looked at his father, then at his grandmother, a small, awed smile on his face. “We’re really all here.”Jenny leaned into Adam’s side. “And we’re not going anywhere.”Margaret reached out and gently touched Adam’s cheek. “My grandson… look at you. So tall. So strong. Just like your father.”Ben chuckled. “He’s got his mother’s heart, though. Thank God for that.”Laughter filled the living room once again — tired, relieved, and full of hope.For the first time in what felt like forever, the house was truly home.

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Broken...Part 19

Summer Anderson didn't know what she was in for when she met the famous Soldier Boy. Her heart got more than it bargained for.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x OC Summer Anderson

Warnings: language, smut 18+, mentions of past domestic violence, spoilers for Titanic

Word Count: 4681

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and only for entertainment purposes

In the kitchen, Ben and Summer broke from the kiss slowly, lips lingering, breaths mingling. Ben held her close, one arm banded around her waist, the other cradling the back of her head like she was something precious he’d finally gotten back. Summer rested her forehead against his chest for a moment, listening to the steady, strong beat of his heart—the same heartbeat she’d fallen asleep to a lifetime ago.She tilted her head up, hazel eyes soft and thoughtful, a small, real smile curving her lips.“I love you,” she whispered.Ben’s green eyes warmed, the hard lines of his face softening in a way only she had ever seen.“I love you too, Summer,” he said, voice low and rough with emotion. “Never stopped. Not for one damn second.”They embraced again, tighter this time, like they could press the years apart back into nothing. Ben’s big hands stroked down her back, slow and soothing. After a long moment he pulled back just enough to look at her.“I guess I should be getting back to the hotel,” he said quietly, though the reluctance was clear in his voice.Summer shook her head immediately, fingers curling into the front of his shirt.“No,” she said firmly. “Stay the night with me.”Ben gave her a long, searching look. “Is that a good idea? I don’t want to mess this up. Not with Adam here. Not after everything.”Summer took both his hands in hers, lacing their fingers together.“Ben,” she said softly, “I love you. And as far as I’m concerned, we’re still married. You’re stuck with me.”A slow, mischievous smile spread across her face—the same one she used to give him when they were young and reckless and the world hadn’t broken them yet.Ben chuckled, low and warm, the sound rumbling through his chest. He wrapped her in another hug, lifting her just slightly off the floor, face buried in her hair.“God, I’ve missed you,” he murmured. “Missed us.”Summer smiled against his shoulder. “Me too.”They made their way upstairs together, hand in hand. In the living room, Adam and Jenny were still curled up on the couch, the TV flickering with some late-night rerun.“Hey, guys,” Summer called softly. “We’re heading to bed. Keep the TV up if you want, but don’t stay up too late, okay?”Adam glanced over, gave a small nod and a half-smile. “Night, Mom. Night… Dad.”Ben’s throat worked visibly. “Night, son. Night, Jenny.”Jenny waved shyly. “Goodnight.”Summer and Ben continued down the hallway to the master bedroom. The door clicked shut behind them.The moment the latch caught, the air changed.They tore at each other’s clothes with quiet urgency—Ben’s shirt yanked over his head, Summer’s sweater tossed aside, jeans unbuttoned and shoved down in a frantic tangle. Hands roamed, rediscovering, relearning. Ben lifted her easily, carrying her to the bed and laying her down like she was made of glass.He climbed over her, arms bracing on either side of her head, caging her gently. He kissed her again—deep, slow—then began working his way down her body.

Open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, down the column of her throat, across her collarbone. He lingered at her breasts, tongue circling each nipple until she arched and gasped his name. Lower still—her ribs, the soft curve of her stomach, the dip of her navel.When he reached the waistband of her panties, he paused, looking up at her with dark, hungry eyes.Summer nodded, breathless. “Please.”He hooked his fingers in the lace and slid them down her legs, kissing every inch of skin revealed—hipbones, the crease of her thigh, down to her ankles. Then he shed his own remaining clothes and crawled back up her body.Summer’s breath caught when she saw him—thick, hard, ready. Her pussy clenched with raw anticipation, slick and aching.Ben positioned himself at her entrance, the blunt head nudging her folds. He braced himself above her and looked straight into her eyes.“I’m gonna spend every last breath making it up to you,” he said, voice low and solemn. “Every time I hurt you. Every time I made you feel unloved. Every time I wasn’t the man you deserved. I want you to know I’m making up for all of it.”Summer’s eyes filled, but she smiled—wide, bright, ear-to-ear.“I know,” she whispered. “I believe you.”Ben leaned down and kissed her—passionately, hungrily. Tongues slid together, the kiss turning desperate, hands roaming, bodies pressing closer.He pushed inside her slowly, inch by inch, that familiar stretch making Summer moan into his mouth. Her legs wrapped around his hips, heels digging into his lower back, urging him deeper.“Fuck, Ben…” she gasped when he bottomed out. “I’ve missed this. Missed you.”He groaned, forehead pressed to hers. “You feel like home, baby.”They found their rhythm quickly—slow at first, savoring every slide, every drag. Then faster, harder.“Harder,” Summer moaned, nails raking down his back.Ben obliged, hips snapping, thrusting deep and rough. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, spreading her wider, the new angle letting him hit that spot inside her that made her cry out.They fucked like they were making up for lost time—hard, relentless, bodies slick with sweat. Summer’s moans turned to screams, her pussy clenching around him as her climax built fast and brutal.“Oh fuck—Ben—yes!”She came hard, back bowing, walls pulsing around him, screaming his name as waves of pleasure crashed through her.Ben followed seconds later—two more rough, deep thrusts and he buried himself to the hilt, groaning low and ragged as he spilled inside her, hot pulses filling her completely.Summer felt every throb, the warmth flooding her, triggering another smaller, sharper orgasm that had her whimpering beneath him.Ben collapsed on top of her, still buried deep, cock twitching with aftershocks. Their breathing synced, harsh and satisfied.After a long moment he lifted his head, looking down at her with something soft and shattered in his green eyes.“You are so fucking beautiful,” he rasped. “You have no idea how much I missed being with you like this.”Summer reached up, cupping his bearded jaw, thumb brushing over his lower lip.“I love you, Ben,” she whispered, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes. “I never stopped.”He leaned down and kissed her—slow, deep, tender.“I love you too, Summer,” he murmured against her mouth. “Always have. Always will.”They fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms, bodies tangled, hearts finally beating in time again.In the distance, high above the quiet Long Island street, John hovered unseen in the night sky. His eyes glowed crimson, fixed on the bedroom window where the curtains were drawn but not quite closed.He watched.He saw the silhouettes move together.He saw Summer disappear beneath Ben.He saw them collapse, spent and entwined.Fury boiled through him, hot and black and bottomless.“Summer,” he growled, voice low and venomous. “You will pay for this.”Then he shot upward into the darkness, a streak of red against the stars, leaving only silence behind.

Over the next few months, Summer and Ben slowly, carefully rebuilt what they’d once had—learning how to be with each other again, not as the broken people they’d become, but as the versions they’d fought to become in spite of everything. Ben moved back home permanently. No more hotel rooms. No more hiding. He slept in their bed every night, arms around Summer like he was still making up for sixteen years of empty space beside her.Adam loved having his father there. Truly loved it. The house felt fuller, warmer. Ben was patient in ways Summer had never seen before. When Adam messed up during training—dropped a weight too soon, lost focus mid-spar—Ben didn’t yell. He didn’t even raise his voice. He’d put a hand on Adam’s shoulder green eyes steady, and say things like:“Shake it off, kid. You’re stronger than that mistake. Try it again—slower this time. Feel the movement before you force it.”Adam soaked it up. They trained together in the backyard most evenings, father and son finding a rhythm that felt natural, inevitable. Ben cooked breakfast on weekends (pancakes with chocolate chips for Jenny, eggs over-easy for Summer, bacon so crispy it snapped). He cleaned the kitchen without being asked. He even learned how to fold fitted sheets—badly, but he tried. Summer would find him in the laundry room cursing under his breath at a tangled mess of cotton, and she’d laugh until tears came.The world still didn’t know Soldier Boy was back. Vought didn’t know, but they were quiet—too quiet. Summer worried constantly. Every time the phone rang, every time a black SUV slowed on their street, her stomach clenched.“Ben,” she’d whisper in the dark, curled against his chest, “what if they find out? What if they come for you again?”He’d tighten his arm around her, kiss her temple. “Let them try. I’m not going anywhere. Not this time.”John had been silent. No calls. No visits. No threats. Ben thought it meant the kid had finally accepted his place—out of the picture, out of their lives.Summer wasn’t so sure.She caught herself glancing at windows at night, checking locks twice, waking up in cold sweats from dreams where John’s eyes glowed red in the dark.But the days were good. Really good. Blissful, even. She let herself believe, just for a little while, that they could have this.

November 2000 arrived crisp and golden. Adam and Jenny had been together exactly one year.They went out for their anniversary—nothing extravagant, just a quiet Italian place downtown Adam had saved up for. He held the door for her, pulled out her chair, let her order first. He was nervous; his leg bounced under the table the whole meal. Jenny noticed, reached across, and laced her fingers through his.“You okay?” she asked softly.He nodded, swallowed hard. “Yeah. Just… thinking.”They talked about everything and nothing—school, music, the way Adam still couldn’t make toast without setting off the smoke alarm. But underneath it all, the conversation from the hospital lingered. The promise rings they’d talked about that night. The future they’d whispered about while the world fell apart around them.Dessert came. Adam barely touched his tiramisu. When the waiter cleared the plates, he reached into his jacket pocket with shaking fingers.Jenny’s eyes widened when she saw the small velvet box.“Jen…” His voice cracked. He opened it. A simple silver ring with a tiny diamond glinted under the restaurant lights. “I know we’re still in high school. I know people will say it’s too soon. But I don’t care. I don’t want to do this with anyone else. You’re my soulmate. I wouldn’t survive this world without you. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”Jenny’s eyes filled instantly. She nodded—fast, frantic, tears spilling over.“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Adam. I love you.”He slid the ring onto her finger with trembling hands. Then he kissed her—soft, reverent, right there in the middle of the restaurant. She kissed him back, arms around his neck, both of them crying and laughing at the same time.Back at the house, Summer and Ben were curled on the couch. Summer had won the movie argument—Ben had grumbled the whole time about “chick flicks,” but now Titanic’s credits rolled and he was quietly sobbing into a throw pillow.Summer laughed, nudging him gently. “You okay over there?”Ben wiped his face with the back of his hand, trying to play it off. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just… dust. Bad ventilation in here.”She raised an eyebrow. “Dust, huh?”He let out a huge, frustrated sigh. “She couldn’t move over? There was room on that damn door. Plenty of room. Jack didn’t have to freeze to death like that.”Summer burst out laughing so hard she almost slid off the couch. “Oh baby, that’s been said a million times. Wait till you see The Notebook.”Ben shot her a playful glare. “No more. Please. My heart can’t take it.”She leaned over and kissed him—soft at first, then deeper. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, hand sliding up her back under her sweater.They were mid-make-out, lost in each other, when the front door opened.Summer and Ben sprang apart like teenagers caught by parents. Summer smoothed her hair, cheeks flushed. Ben cleared his throat and tried to look casual.Adam and Jenny walked in hand-in-hand, glowing.Summer recovered first. “So… how’d it go?”Jenny shrieked in surprise, then laughed. “Mom! Dad! You scared us!”“Sorry, honey,” Summer said, smiling. “So? Did you two enjoy your date?”Jenny held up her left hand. The tiny diamond caught the light.Summer gasped. “Oh my God!”She ran over and pulled Jenny into a hug. “It’s beautiful!”Ben stood, walked to Adam, and extended his hand. Adam shook it—firm, proud.“Congratulations, son,” Ben said, voice thick.Adam beamed. “Thanks, Dad.”The four of them stood there in the living room—laughing, hugging, crying a little—while outside the November wind rattled the windows, and somewhere in the dark, John watched from a distance, eyes glowing red, silent and seething.

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Triangle of Trust Part 2

Reenie Green has been in love with Colter Shaw for ages, so when he enlists her help to find his brother Russell who's gone missing, she jumps at the chance.

Pairing: Colter Shaw x Reenie Greene x Russell Shaw

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1988

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and only for entertainment purposes

Reenie didn’t get any sleep. She tossed and turned all night. The sheets smelled like Colter. She stared at the closed door, wondering what Colter was doing. She grunts, throwing her hands up over her face. “Get a grip Reenie, he’s probably fast asleep. He isn’t even thinking about you” She thought to herself. On the couch golden beams of morning sliced through the darkness. Colter had tossed and turned as well, not being able to close his eyes. He found himself staring down the hallway. He had been in love with Reenie for a while, but he knew she wasn’t interested. She wasn’t looking for anything serious, so he just stayed back. He wouldn’t let her know it, but he got so jealous whenever Russell flirted with her. He flings the blanket off of him and sits up on the couch rubbing his face. “Come on Colter, get it together, man” He told himself. He stood up and walked over to the sink grabbing a small glass from the cupboard. He filled it with some water and took a sip. His throat cracked as the clear liquid slid down his throat. He took another sip. Reenie appeared from the bedroom. “Hey” he managed to choke out. Reenie smiled at him. “What are you doing up?” He takes another sip of his water and Reenie grabs a glass for herself. “Couldn’t sleep. You?” She takes a long swig of her water. “Me either. I’m just worried about Russell” She didn’t need to add that last part so why did she? Colter looks at her a little surprised “Ya me too” He tells her, placing the glass in the sink. He tries to hide the jealousy he feels. He tells himself she is just worried, nothing else. She isn’t with Russell. “Colter?” Reenie’s voice breaks him from his thoughts. “Uh..ya?” Reenie places her glass down. “Hey, where’d you go to?” Colter smiles playing it off. “Sorry I just got lost in thought of where Russell could possibly be” Reenie put a hand on his arm. “I know it’s like he just vanished. Maybe we can find some leads on the last place Russell went.” Colter nods “That sounds like a good place to start”

Reenie follows Janet down the corridor. The air is thick and smells of antiseptic.She walks past other guests' rooms. Finally coming to a room with multiple beds. “Here we are. There will be an armed guard in the room with you. These girls have been through hell and back” Reenie nods in understanding “I understand, do you know if any of them are named Michelle?” Janet looks at her clipboard. She nods “Yep, one Michelle” Reenie looks at her and thanks her. She walks inside of the room. There are eight girls looking like their ages range from 12 to 16. They don’t look the way you would expect. They looked healthy and ok, but Reenie knew better. Trafficked girls don’t look homeless or look like they work the streets. They are almost always clean and in good health. Cause nobody wants to buy someone who looks homeless or unhealthy. Their mental state on the other hand is not healthy. Reenie knew that these girls were not ok. She put on a smile and walked into the room. The armed guard stops her and asks for identification. Reenie grabs it from her purse which she has to leave on the table so the guard can search it. The woman finishes going through her purse and hands it back to her. “These girls need their rest, please make your visit short.” Reenie nods and makes her way further into the room. Some of the girls look up at her and then look away. She starts to open her mouth to speak, when a girl who looks like the girl in the picture walks over to her. “Reenie?” the girl asks. Reenie is at a loss for words. “Yes” she manages to say. The girl smiles embracing Reenie in a tight hug. “He said you would find us” Reenie backs away slightly. “Who said?” The girl smiles again. “Russell of course” She wraps Reenie in a hug again. Reenie is not able to form words and just returns the hug to the girl. The girl finally pulls away. “I’m Michelle, my dad hired Russell to find me” Reenie looks at her. “How did you know who I was?” Michelle lets out a small chuckle. “Well Russell said that a pretty brown haired woman would come looking for us and he also told us not to be scared because you may have a very large man with you.” Reenie laughs. Really laughs. “He said that? Oh, boy he would be talking about his brother Colter” Michelle smiles and nods “

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Im so sorry everyone. A lot has been going on. I will hopefully be able to work on Triangle of Trust and Broken this weekend. I promise I have not forgotten you! Thank all so much for the love on my stories. It really means a lot. 🥰

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Broken...Part 18

Summer Anderson didn't know what she was in for when she met the famous Soldier Boy. Her heart got more than it bargained for.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x OC Summer Anderson

Warnings: language, smut 18+, slight abuse, mentions of past domestic violence

Word Count: 3515

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and only for entertainment purposes

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Broken Promises Part 8-The End

You and Russell are in a toxic relationship. You are trying to make it work, but after a fight changes everything, you find yourself caught between the man you love and his brother

Pairing: Russell Shaw x fem reader x Colter Shaw

Warnings: language

Word Count: 2760

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and only for entertainment purposes

Your ride pulls up to the curb and you see Russell’s truck in the drive. Your heart pounds at the thought of having to see him again. You walk up to the door and knock. The door opens and there he is. Russell Shaw in nothing but a pair of sweat pants. He looks at you like you are something he can’t touch. “Hi, Russell I came to get my stuff” Russell’s shoulders slump. “Oh, yeah sure” he steps aside so you can walk through the doorway. You walk towards the stairs when Russell reaches out and grabs your wrist, not rough but firm “Please y/n can we talk?” You pull away, “ There is nothing left to talk about” you turn and walk up the stairs. Russell follows you. You go to the closet and pull out your suitcase and toss it on to the bed. You walk over to the closet and take your clothes out and toss them onto the bed. Carefully you start removing the hangers and putting the clothes in the suitcase. “Come on baby, please just listen. You don’t have to say anything” Russell pleads. You don’t answer and just keep putting the clothes into the suitcase. “I am so sorry. I was an ass. I had no right to accuse you of sleeping with Colter. I’m the one who messed up. I know I can never make that up to you, but please if you give me another chance I will make it my lifes mission to. I will make sure you know just how much I love you” You are still quiet. You don’t say anything. You continue to fold the clothes and put them into the suitcase. ‘Come on baby, please I’m trying here you have to meet me half way” You stop your eyes darting to him. “Russell, I did meet you halfway, I did give you chance after chance. You broke them, every chance you promised me you would change you promised me you would stay away from Sara. I’m tired of all the broken promises.” Russell walks over taking your hands. “Y/n I am so sorry I will never break another promise to you. Please just give me another chance” You look at the floor, your heart breaking. “Russell…” he lifts your chin to meet his eyes. “I love you y/n” You look away down at the pile of clothes and notice something. A hoodie. Not yours. You pull away. You grab the hoodie. You read the logo on it. Red Saloon Inn. Sara’s bar. Sara’s hoodie. “Russell, why is this in the closet?” Russell looks at you. “Because it is yours” You feel the anger rising inside of you. “No, Russell, this is not mine!” you throw it at him. He catches it. “Y/n! What the hell!” You can’t contain your anger anymore. “Russell, I am going to ask you this one time and one time only. Did you sleep with Sara when I left?” Russell eyes grow wide. “What?” You give him a look and he knows this is done. He gives you a defeated look.

“I’m sorry y/n I thought if I told you, you would never come back” Tears run down your face. “You had her in our bed?! How could you do that to me? To us? Russell it's over. I am done.” He grabs your arms in a desperate attempt to get you to stay. “No baby, don't say that. You don’t mean it” He pleads with you frantically. You rip away from him. “No, Russell!” you shout. “ Stop! It's over, I'm done.” You turn and walked to the door, when Russell grabs you harder than he ever has before. You try to get away, but it’s no use, he has a vice grip hold on your arm. “Ow! Russell let go!. You are hurting me.” Your eyes meet Russell’s and there is nothing in them. His eyes are dark, hollow, and unfeeling. A chill runs up your spin. “Russell please” you beg, but he isn’t listening anymore. He calmly uses his other hand to close the door and lock it. Finally he speaks and you wish he hadn’t “If I can’t have no one can” Fear rises inside of you. “Russell, please let me go. What are you doing?” He finally lets go of your arm. Roughly sitting you onto the bed. “I just want to talk, this isn’t over” You rub your arm which already has bruises forming. Tears fall down your cheeks. “Russell, there is nothing to talk about-” Something loud crashing to the ground stops you. You look over and see the lamp broken on the ground. You let out a small yelp. “Stop saying that!” He shouts. “This isn’t over!” You feel your phone buzz in your pocket. He hears it. “Don’t answer that” you look at the screen. It’s Colter. You don't answer it, but slide to send an automatic s.o.s message. “Put it down!” Russell demands. You put the phone on the nightstand. “Ok” your voice shaky. “Now let's talk,” he says. You swallow hard, your throat dry. Russell starts. “Look, baby I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I have a problem. I know it, but I swear to you right here and now. I have not been with Sara since the night you came home.” You let out a shaky breath. “No Russell, nothing you say will make this right. You cheated on me more times than I can count, you have hurt me, betrayed me, and broke me too many times.” Russell’s rage rises again and he punches a hole in the wall. Plaster dust clouding the room. You let out a scream and run for the door. He runs toward you, grabbing you by your waist and throws you back on the bed. You scramble to get away, but he grabs ahold of your arms pinning you to the bed. “Russell!” you scream. “Please let go, get off of me!” Before Russell can say anything, a loud crash echoes through the room as the door gets busted off the hinges. Colter stands there. “Get the fuck away from her!” He growls. He lunges, grabbing Russell and throwing him to the ground. “Y/n are you ok?” Colter asks you. You nod. Colter walks over to you and helps you off the bed. Russell groans on the floor. “Thank you Colter” you say, wiping your face, trying to calm your nerves. You look down at Russell lying on the floor. You can’t believe that the man you loved could do that. Colter walks over and embraces you.

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Triangle of Trust (Masterlist)

Part 1

Part 2

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Triangle of Trust Part 1

Reenie Green has been in love with Colter Shaw for ages, so when he enlists her help to find his brother Russell who's gone missing, she jumps at the chance.

Pairing: Colter Shaw x Reenie Greene x Russell Shaw

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1973

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and only for entertainment purposes

Russell and Reenie sat at the counter of the local bar, both on their third drink. They had just closed a case and were celebrating. Colter had left already. Which left Reenie and Russell alone. Reenie held her drink in her hand looking at some placemat in front of her. Russell was going on about some conspiracy theory. Reenie was listening, but her mind drifted to Colter. She was lost in thought when she felt Russell's hand on her thigh. Her eyes came into focus just as he tucked hair behind her ear. “So what do you say?” His hand slides further up her thigh. She grabs his hand, stopping him. “Russ, wait” He looks at her confused. “What? Why?” She moves back, putting more distance between them. “Russell, I can't do this anymore. I'm not sleeping with you again.” She moves his hand off her thigh gently. He leans back downing his drink, slamming the glass on the counter harder than he intended. “Yeah, and why not?” He snaps. She looks at him. “What do you think I'm going to just hop into bed with you everytime?” Russell rolls his eyes and huffs “You have so far” The jab is sharp and painful and he knows it. “Shit, Reenie Im sorry” He reaches for her and she pulls away. “No, you know what this was a mistake” She grabs her bag off of the counter and hops off the stool. Russell turns quickly. “Reenie come on don’t be like that I’m sorry” she ignores him and keeps on walking to the exit. The cold night air bites at her face when she steps outside. It feels good on her flushed cheeks. She draws in a deep breath. She knows she probably only has minutes before Russell follows her. She takes another step forward pulling her phone out and calling a ride. She hears the door open behind her. She turns around. Russell is standing there. “Please Reenie, I'm sorry” He begs. Reenie walks towards him. “You have til my ride gets here.” He nods understandingly. “Reenie, I was a jerk.” He starts. Reenie raises both eyebrows in acknowledgement. He continues. “I just… I thought we had something.” Reenie's shoulders sink. “Russell, I'm sorry. I never meant to lead you on.” Russell steps a little closer. “Reenie…” Reenie looks up into his eyes. “I'm sorry Russell. I don't want to hurt or upset you” Russell reaches up and holds her face in his hands. “It's ok Reenie, just tell me” He looks at her with pleading eyes. “I Love Colter” she confesses, shattering Russell's heart. His hands fall from her face and he steps back. “Oh, I see so what was I? Just a placeholder?” Russell's voice cracks. Reenie takes a step forward reaching for him. He pulls back. “Russell, no…yes…shit please” Russell just turns and walks away as her ride arrives. “Your ride is here” He mutters walking back into the bar. Reenie wants to run in after him, fix it, but what would she say? She'd already said enough. She let out a breath, turned on her heel and walked to her ride.

Its been 2 months since that night at the bar with Russell. Reenie hasn't heard from him. Colter told her he was in Texas working on some secret op. She had smiled. Colter, oblivious to everything, had just smiled back. Now she was sitting in her office working on the final preparations for a case she was working on. Her phone buzzes on the table. She looks down and sees Colter's name flash across the screen. She picks it up and answers it. “Hello?” Colter's voice sounds frantic on the other end. “Reenie? Hey, have you heard from Russell?” Colter's voice is full of concern. “No Colter I haven't why? What's going on?” Colter draws in a deep breath. “It's Russell. He's gone off the grid. No one's heard from him in a week.” Reenie's heart leaps into her throat. “Well doesn't he do that often. I'm sure he's fine.” Reenie can hear Colter on the phone breathing nervously. “Not like this. Something isn't right Reenie. I need to go find him. Can you come with me to help? Please?” Colter pleads with her. Reenie can't help but agree. She hangs up and heads home to pack. About an hour later Colter's truck pulls up to her house. She grabs her suitcase and heads for the door. Colter sees her and smiles. He hops out of the truck grabbing the suitcase from her. “Thank you” she climbed into his truck. He climbed into the driver's side and started the engine. “So where we going?” Reenie asked. Colter looks at her. “Texas, that's the last place anyone saw him. He was working that case I told you about. The high stakes one. He was last seen leaving the hotel around 10:30am last Monday morning. Reenie lets out a huff. “What took them so long to say something?” Colter shifts in his seat, tightening his hands on the steering wheel. “ They didn't, I just know my brother and he wouldn't go this long with no contact, not after everything with our dad and…” He trails off. Reenie puts a hand on his shoulder. “Its ok Colter, we'll find him. Do you think this has anything to do with your dad's case?” Colter shakes his head. “No, the last thing Russ told me was that he was investigating a human trafficking ring” Reenie's breath catches in her throat. “Human trafficking?” Colter nods “Yeah, it wasn't official or anything, but an old army buddy of his asked him to help because his daughter had gone missing. So Russell did what he does best and inserted himself into their circle.” Reenie's hand tightens on the door handle. She is so worried. She tries to hide how much. She doesn't want Colter to notice. Even though she loves Colter, she does care about Russell and it would break her heart if something happened to him.

They pulled into the hotel that Russell was last seen at. Colter turned off the engine. “I'll go talk to the clerk and see if they know anything.” Reenie nods. Colter shuts the door and heads inside. Sitting in the deafening silence Reenie's mind can't help but wander to the last time she saw Russell. The look on his face. He was so hurt. She hadn't meant to hurt him. She was just trying to be honest. A small tear dripped down her cheek and she wiped it away. If she could go back, she would go back to that first time with Russell and stop it then. She would make sure he knew she was in love with Colter. That there was no chance for them. Why had she gone that far? She loved Colter, but she still went to Russell’s bed. Why? A loud tapping on her window makes her jump out of her skin. She turns to look and sees Colter standing there with a small smile. She opens the door. “You scared the shit out of me” she climbs out of the truck. “Sorry, what has you so lost in thought?” Colter asked her, helping her out of the truck. “Nothing, so what did you find out?” Colter sighs knowing she isn’t telling the truth, but doesn’t push. “No new information, but they did give me his room key, so maybe we can look for clues that way” Colter holds up the keycard. The two of them make their way to the room. Once inside it’s no question on whether or not this was Russell’s room. Reenie could smell his cologne, something woodsy with a hint of orange. Take out bags and beer bottles are everywhere, Russell’s bag is still on the bed like he expected to be back. “Reenie look at this” Colter's voice pulls Reenie from her thoughts. She makes her way over to him to see what he found. Colter holds out a layout of what looks like the area where the girls are being held. He moves it and there is another paper that has a picture of a girl. She looks like she is 15. “This must be the daughter of his army buddy” Reenie looks through the other papers on the table. “Colter I think he found her” Colter grabs what Reenie has in her hand. It’s a piece of paper that has Russell’s handwriting. ‘Found her, now need to get her out’ Colter sighs “This isn’t good” Reenie confused “Why?” Colter looks into her eyes “Because if Russell found her, knowing him he didn’t just stop there. He probably tried to get all of them out and blew his cover” Reenie’s heart pounds in her chest so hard she can barely breathe. “Colter” her voice shaky “Do you think Russell’s dead?” Her voice cracks on the word dead. Colter looks at her his eyes telling her more than his voice. “I don’t know” He finally says in a shaky voice. “But I am going to do everything I can to find my brother” He sits on the bed his head in his hands. Reenie sits next to him, not to close but close enough to feel the heat from his body. She put her hand on his shoulder. He looks up at her and pulls her into a hug. Shocked at first, because Colter doesn’t show affection like that usually, she eventually melts into the hug letting her arms wrap around his shoulders. After a few minutes Colter lets go. “I’m sorry” Reenie shakes her head. “Don’t apoloize” Colter smiles at her. “I’m going to go get the airstream set up somewhere for the night.” Reenie smirks “Alright, I’ll get a room” Colter shakes his head. “Why don’t you just stay in the airstream? Or you could stay here in Russ’s room it’s paid for until the end of the month.” Reenie feels her chest tighten. Staying in the airstream that close to Colter, one bed or sleeping in Russell’s bed…again but without him. Alone. “Alright, I’ll stay in the airstream with you. Is there a couch?” Colter nods “Yes, so you take the bed. Reenie shakes her head. “I couldn’t do that. I’ll take the couch.” Colter won’t hear another word. “Nope, don’t want to hear it, I will take the couch” Reenie smiles “Thank you.”

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Sorry everyone Ive been sick I will hopefully be able to get the first part of the "Triangle of Trust" up before the end of the month.

Broken...Part 17

Summer Anderson didn't know what she was in for when she met the famous Soldier Boy. Her heart got more than it bargained for.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x OC Summer Anderson

Warnings: language, slight smut, slight abuse, mentions of sa

Word Count: 3945

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and only for entertainment purposes

I went to see your father. He’s at a hotel. John questioned me about it, and I told him that your father and I kissed… and he didn’t take it well.”Adam’s jaw clenched. “He put his hands on you because you kissed Dad?”Summer shook her head, tears spilling freely now. “No. He put his fist through the wall because I kissed your dad. He put his hands on me because I told him that tonight… things would’ve gone further if you hadn’t called me. That’s when he lost it. He wrapped his hand around my throat.”Adam’s entire body went rigid with fury. He lifted a trembling hand and gently wiped the tears from her cheeks, his touch impossibly tender despite the rage simmering in his eyes.“Mom, you did nothing wrong,” he said fiercely. “Nothing excuses him putting his hands on you.”Summer pulled him into a tight hug, burying her face in his shoulder. “I love you, Adam. My sweet, sweet boy.”Jenny watched them, tears finally slipping down her cheeks, a small, heartbroken smile on her face at the love between mother and son.The front door suddenly slammed open with a force that rattled the windows.John stormed in, eyes wild, blood still dried on his knuckles from the wall—and from the nurse he’d accidentally lasered in his blind rage earlier.He looked at Summer, then at Adam, and a cold, bitter smirk twisted his mouth.“Hey, little brother,” he spat.Summer shot to her feet. “You son of a bitch.”Adam’s head snapped up. “What is he talking about, Mom?”John’s smirk widened as he stepped further into the room. “Oh, your mom didn’t tell you? I’m Ben’s son too.”Adam’s eyes widened in pure shock. He turned slowly to Summer. “Mom?”Summer could only cry, tears streaming silently as she nodded.John took another step toward her.Adam was up in an instant, planting himself between them like a wall, shoulders squared, fists clenched.“Get away from her, John,” he said, voice low and deadly. “I saw what you did to her neck.”For a split second, guilt flickered across John’s face.

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A New Year's Surprise

A special new years surprise awaits Mark Meachum

Mark x Amber

492 words

Mark Meachum was sitting at his desk trying tirelessly to get her out of his head. He had opted to not go to the bar with everyone. Anything to avoid seeing her. He knew she would be there with the doctor. The one who had saved him. Julio. The heat rose in his body. Just the thought of them together made his blood boil. He thought after Todd that she would finally come to her senses. That she would run to his arms, but she didn't. She was grateful for the rescue, but made it clear there was still no future for them. He dropped the pen in his hand. He hadn't realized he'd been gripping it so tight. He leaned back in the chair and ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes. When he opened them again there she was. Standing in front of him. He didn't believe what he was seeing at first. He closed his eyes and then opened them again. She was still there. “What are you doing here?” His voice came out smaller than he wanted. “I couldn't do it. I couldn't go into the new year without telling you how I felt.” His heart pounded in his chest. He stood up making his way over to her. “Where's the doctor?”

He smirked. “Mark, I'm sorry. I haven't been fair to you.” Mark scoffs “ I could've told you that” Amber rolls her eyes. “You are not making this very easy” Mark's face softens. “ Alright, alright, I'm sorry” She looks at him. “Don’t let this go to your head…” A pause. “You were right. I was choosing the safe option, but I was wrong. I want danger. I want the unknown. I want….” Her eyes lifted to his. “You” Mark closes the distance between them. He wraps his arms around her waist pulling her close. “You don't know how long I've waited for this. To hear you say those words.” Mark placed a hand on Amber's cheek. His thumb caressing it. Amber smiled. They both leaned in. Their lips finally crashing into each other. Mark deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She returned it by meeting his tongue with hers. The kiss was full of all the passion. Fireworks started shooting off outside the window. They continued to kiss. When they finally broke apart they were both breathless. Foreheads pressed together. “Happy New Year Mark Meachum” Amber rasped. “Happy New Year Amber Oliveras” Mark breathed. “I love you.” Amber leaned back. Looking into his green eyes. For a second he thought he had made a mistake. Then she smiled. “I love you Mark so damn much!” They spent the rest of the night holding each other on the small couch in the task force office. Neither of them knew what the future held, but what they did know is that neither one of them wanted to be anywhere else!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!! 🎉😊

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Broken Promises Part 7

You and Russell are in a toxic relationship. You are trying to make it work, but after a fight changes everything, you find yourself caught between the man you love and his brother

Pairing: Russell Shaw x fem reader x Colter Shaw

Warnings: language

Word Count: 2114

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and only for entertainment purposes

“I know I've been an ass. I know I hurt you.” His voice cracks on the last part. You look into his eyes. Looking for some fraction of dishonesty. You didn't see any. This wasn't the same type of apology as the one in the kitchen. You could see that. This was different. He seemed honestly guilty for his actions. “Its ok. Im ok ... .we're ok” He breathed a sigh of relief. “I love you so damn much, the last thing I would want to do is hurt you” Your eyes lowered to the ground. He hooked his finger under your chin and lifted your head until your eyes met his. “I love you too” You rasped as fresh tears fell. “You know I didn't mean to hit you with the phone, right?” You nod as he wipes a tear away with his thumb. He wraps his arms around you. After a few more moments you walk back over to Reenie, Colter has joined her now. She is tending to his split eyebrow. Colter looks at you. You catch his glance then look away. Reenie stands up straight and clears her throat “Are we all good now? Can we get back to the case?” Colter raises an eyebrow looking towards Russell. “Yeah, let's go talk to the clerk again and see if they remember anything.” He walks away towards the hotel office. All of you follow Colter. You walk inside. Colter walks up to the clerk. “When did she leave?” The clerk looks at Colter then the rest of you. “Didn't know she left. She must've skipped out on us” He smirked. Russell lunges past Colter grabbing the clerk by his shirt collar. “Listen you little fucker. Im not in the fucking mood. There is a missing woman, now how about you give us whatever information you have, before I break your face.” The clerk trembled “Right ok” Russell released him. He looked through the papers on the desk. “This is everything I have on her, but I’m serious I don't know where she is” Russell grabs the papers. Colter looks at the clerk. “Did she have anybody with her?” The clerk shakes his head. “Alright, thank you.” The four of you all walk out.

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❄️❄️A Countdown Christmas: Badges and Banter ❄️❄️

Mark Meachum and you are on a task force to uncover a trafficking ring.

Pairing: Mark x female reader

Warnings: Language, Violence, Smut

Word Count: 4.6k

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and only for entertainment purposes

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Im currently working on a one shot for mark x reader. Its set around Christmas time, but I have been so busy I wont be able to post it until tomorrow. Sorry everyone. I'll get it up as soon as possible. Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates ☺️

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New story coming Jan '26

"Triangle of Trust"

"A Colter x Reenie fanfiction"

Rennie Green has been in love with Colter Shaw for ages, so when he enlists her help to find his brother Russell who's gone missing, she jumps at the chance.

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