📝 : Serie
🐼 : Requests aka Fluffy Angsty Billy
😃 : :D Nonnie Requests
Requests: OPEN
FOUR (6 UNDERGROUND)
📝 6+1 Underground
📝🐼 Love at First Sight (blurb) Part 1 - Wounded (blurb) Part 2 - To My Dearest Love P.S I Shouldn't Die Part 3 - All Shades of Blue(s) Part 4 - You Can Breathe Me Into Life Part 5 - Will Never Let You Go Part 6
📝🐼 Liar (blurb) Part 1 - Believer (blurb) Part 2 - Player (blurb) Part 3 - Lover (blurb) Part 4
📝 Criminal
🐼 Future Management (blurb)
🐼 Princess (blurb)
Reckless (blurb)
📝 Rules Were Made To Be Broken (blurb) Part 1 - Part 2 (💚 Nonnie request)
Parkouring Between Ghosts (blurb)
What's Up Doctor? (request)
The Garter (request)
Love Of My Life (blurb)
Out The Window (blurb)
I Think Your Love Would(n't) Be Too Much (request)
a/n: i started this a while ago, and just had the inspiration to finish it :) also, i just used ‘jones’ as a last name. hope you like bc i love it!! so so soft 🥺
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Billy was worried about a lot of things in his life. He wondered if he could afford the next meal on his table, or rent for the small apartment he was currently living in with you, or if he could find a job. All of those worries were answered when he fell into bad habits: stealing.
Billy met a group of individuals that went around the world, staging heists and collecting expensive jewelry and items that they could sell. You n ever wondered where Billy was getting the money from, the only thing that mattered was you two were starting to become stable financially.
You obviously knew about what Billy was doing. He didn’t want to lie to you, so when he started going out with “the gang”, as he called it, you questioned him. And he was quick to tell you the truth. Even though you didn’t exactly agree with anything, he assured you that they were stealing from the rich, who, as he stated, “don’t deserve it.”
Still, you didn’t like his excuse and choice to continue, although you weren’t complaining about the newer things Billy was buying and the amount of groceries you had in your kitchen each week.
Of course, life never goes as planned, and Billy had one more thing to worry about.
He was preparing to travel to Ukraine for another heist, when you came to him with some shocking news. He was in your shared room, packing his suitcase. Walking in, you hide your hands and the object behind your back.
“Billy, can I talk with you for a moment?” You ask. He pauses to look up and nods in response, but he gets right back to packing.
“What is it?” His attention was focused on his suitcase, but you wanted and needed his full attention.
“Do you have to go on this trip?” You wonder, stepping closer to him.
“Yeah. You know I always go, love. Why, is there something wrong?” Still, he doesn’t look up.
“Yes, actually. And I would like it if you’d stop packing for a moment,” you sternly say. Finally, he looks up and sees your scared expression.
“(Y/N), what’s going on?” Taking a couple seconds, you finally reveal the object you were holding: a positive pregnancy test. His eyes blow wide and he takes a couple steps back.
“W-what?” His hands fly up to his head, hands running through his hair.
“You’re pregnant?” He breathes out. Nodding, you lower your hands and begin to cry, thinking he was upset.
“No, no, why are you crying, baby?” Billy steps over to you, taking you in his arms. You shake your head and go to wipe your tears away, but Billy beats you to it and strokes his thumb against your cheek.
“You’re not upset?” You wonder. Billy’s face contorts in confusion, but it is quickly replaced by an ecstatic one.
“No, not at all! I’m gonna be a dad!” He yells out, picking you up and spinning you around. Your giggles fill the air of the small bedroom and Billy sets you back down. He stares down into your eyes, and you even catch them quickly dart down to your stomach.
“This may not be planned, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to be here with you every step of the way. I love you and I’m going to love our little one just as much.”
“So, are you still going to Ukraine?” You ask sadly. After finding this out, all you wanted to do was spend time with him.
“Hell no. I’m gonna call Alex and tell him to go on without me. Did you think I was going to leave after finding this out?” Your silence is enough of an answer, so Billy brings you in for another hug.
“I’m not gonna leave you anymore, okay? I wanna be with you every day, I don’t want to miss anything. I promise I’m going to find a real job around town, maybe at the diner nearby. The woman who owns it is always looking for help because no one ever stays there, and she knows me pretty well.”
“Really?” You ask in disbelief.
“Yeah. If you don’t feel well or need comforting, I don’t want to be out of the country for days on end. Especially towards the end of your pregnancy. I want to be with you more than I want to steal.” You giggle and wrap your arms around his body.
“That’s nice to hear, I guess.”
Just like Billy promised, he stopped leaving to go on heists and got a job at the local diner. The woman who owns it decided to pay Billy more than minimum wage because he mentioned that you were expecting a child.
As time passed, you grew more anxious and Billy grew more excited. The doctor’s appointments only excited him more as he finally saw what you two had created on the screen. Though he had trouble seeing it at first, once he finally did, he cried. He couldn’t believe this was happening.
When you started showing, his eyes never left your stomach. It made you self conscious at first, thinking that he was wondering why you were gaining more weight, since your hormones and insecurities were getting the best of you. But one night, you finally had the guts to ask him about it.
“Billy, why do you keep looking at my stomach?” You wonder, your voice soft in the silent room. It was close to ten o’clock at night and you two were settled down, getting ready for bed.
Billy’s eyebrows furrow in confusion as he turns on his side to face you.
“Because you’re beginning to show,” he replies.
“Really?” You are quick to lift your shirt up and find a very small yet more prominent bump in your stomach. Your gaze was interrupted when Billy placed his hands on the spot, his warm hands a soothing contrast to your freezing skin.
“It’s so fucking adorable. I can’t believe that’s our baby in there,” he whispers. his thumb gently rubbing against your skin.
“I’m sorry for getting so-”
“Don’t apologize, love. I know you’ve been more emotional and sensitive to things. I’m sorry if I made you think that I was looking at you in a negative way.” You smile at him and lean in to press your lips to his.
“I love you so much, Billy. You’re going to be such an amazing dad.”
“And you’re going to be an even better mum.”
The weeks continue and every week, Billy makes sure to take a picture of your growing bump just to look back on the moments. And then the most exciting part of your pregnancy came: finding out the sex.
When you were around twenty weeks along, you set up an appointment with your doctor and since that moment, Billy couldn’t wait; he even lost sleep because he was so anxious for the day.
Finally, the time arrived and Billy was up and ready for about an hour before you even had to leave for the doctor’s office. He was acting like he had drank ten cups of coffee, practically bouncing off the walls and begging you to leave right at that moment.
You were now sat in the chair, your shirt rolled up and your growing bump on show. A proud look was plastered on Billy’s face as he examined you. His hand fell to your shoulder and he rubbed it gently, comfortingly. The doctor came in, interrupting what Billy was going to say.
She sat down and began asking you questions about your progress, suggesting some things here and there and giving you advice. After everything was ready, she squeezed some of the cool gel onto your stomach and began moving the wand around. Billy’s hand grabbed onto yours as you stared at the screen nervously.
“Here is your baby,” she says, pointing to a section on the screen. “Would you like to know the sex?” Glancing up at Billy for confirmation, he nods and looks back at the screen, eyes sparkling with tears already.
“Yes please,” you respond. She looks back to the screen and moves the wand around your stomach for a minute or two before she finally announces it.
“Congratulations, it’s a healthy baby girl.” Chills ran through your entire body and Billy’s grip on your hand tightened.
“Oh my gosh,” he whispers, staring at the black and white image of his baby girl. You look up to him and see that his tears had finally fallen and he was shaking a little.
“I’ll give you two a moment. Would you like copies of today’s sonogram?”
“Yes, that’d be great.” She leaves to retrieve them and Billy pulls you into a huge hug.
“We’re having a little girl, darling. I can’t thank you enough for giving me the best gift in the entire fucking world. I love her so much already and she’s not even here yet.” You laugh and pull back to give him a kiss.
“She’s going to be such a daddy’s girl, I know it.”
“I know I’m going to spoil her so much.” You kiss him once more and look back at the screen, staring at the black and white photo of your growing baby girl.
“This is all so surreal, I still can’t believe it’s happening,” Billy whispers.
“Me either. It’s scary, though.” Your response causes Billy to rub bicep lightly.
“We’ll be here for each other the entire time, I promise. We’re going to be the best parents we can be, I know it.”
Once you two return home from your appointment, Billy went straight to the bedroom while you made some dinner. You had no idea what he was doing because he was gone the entire time you were cooking, and when you finally finished and called out to him, he came running to the kitchen with a notebook and a pen in his hands.
“What have you been up to?” You ask, handing him a plate with the pasta and chicken you made. He thanked you with a kiss on your cheek and walked over to the table, sitting down. You followed shortly after, beginning to dig into your food.
“Just brainstorming some names for our girl,” he says, taking a bite of pasta and opening the notebook. Looking over, you notice the list is already very long.
“Damn, Billy. Do you have every single name in the world on that page?” He blushes and chuckles, shrugging insecurly.
“I just got excited,” he whispers.
“Oh, babe. I didn’t mean to offend you, I’m sorry,” you respond, not wanting to make it seem like you were making fun of him; you knew he was excited, you just didn’t expect the amount of names he had already thought of. “So, what are some names you have?”
Billy smiles widely and begins looking through the list, finding the ones with stars next to them, check marks to the side, and circles around them.
“The checked ones are possible middle names, the stars are my second favorites for first names, and the circled ones are my favorite,” he explains, taking another bite.
“Let’s hear them.” So, the entire duration of dinner, you two go over the list he has already created, came up with even more, and finally narrowed it down to five first and middle names.
After dinner, you two moved to the couch, Billy holding you in his arms, your back resting against his chest, his hands rubbing your stomach softly and absentmindedly.
“Okay, let’s figure the name out. So we have Sophia Lane, Lily Mae, Cecelia Rene, Aurora Leslie, and Ruby Ann,” Billy states. Listening to the names out loud, you try to figure out which one sounds the best and see if any middle names would be interchangeable.
“I don’t like Ruby or Aurora, though Aurora is a pretty name. I think I like Sophia, Lily, and Cecelia the best. But I don’t like Rene, so maybe Cecelia Ann instead.” You feel Billy nod against your head, his hands continuing to rub your bump as he thinks hard as well.
After debating a little bit more about it, and even suggesting new middle names, you narrowed it down even further to two names: Sophia Mae, or Lily Ann.
“So, what do you think, Billy?” You ask, looking over your shoulder and gazing into his eyes. He smiles softly and leans down to kiss you.
“I think both are beautiful. I feel like we should choose it the day she is born, and see which one fits her best.”
“I like that idea.” Turning back around, you rest back in his arms, cuddling further into him.
“I wonder what she’s going to be like.” Billy whispers, “If she’ll be like you, or me, or a mix of both of us. And who she’ll look like the most.” A small smile appears on your lips just thinking about what was to come in the near future.
“I love you, Billy. I couldn’t imagine going through this with anyone else.”
—
A couple weeks later, you were at home resting while Billy was at work for the night. You were focused on the TV playing your favorite film, when your stomach started to ache a bit. Thinking nothing of it, you push it aside and continue to watch the movie.
But it starts getting more consistent. Finally, you lift your shirt, exposing your even bigger bump, and begin moving your hands around to find where the ache was coming from. After a couple minutes, you finally figured out what the problem was: your little girl was finally starting to kick.
As soon as you realize, you are up and rushing to grab your coat and keys, beginning the short, ten minute walk to the diner. Upon arriving, the lady who owns it, Peggy, sees you and smiles.
“Oh, (Y/N). Did Billy forget something at home?” She wonders, bringing you in for a hug. Ever since you and Billy moved into the apartment, Peggy’s diner had become a place where you had dinner quite often, when you couldn’t afford groceries. So, you two had become friends with her.
“I just came to see him, have some news that I wanted to tell him.”
“He’s in the back, I think, prepping food for tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Peggy.” With that, you run off to the back and quickly find your boyfriend, dressed in a black shirt and jeans, with an apron wrapped around his waist and a hat sitting on his head; you had yet to see him in his work uniform, and he looked very adorable in it.
“Oh hey, babe. What are you doing here?” Billy asks, stepping closer to you and giving you a kiss.
“Just came to tell you something because I couldn’t wait until you got home,” you say excitedly. He gives you a confused look but you grab onto his hands and put them on your stomach. Still, he is very confused until he feels it. You move his hands to the spot where she just kicked, waiting for her to do it once more. And she does, even harder this time.
Billy’s eyes widen as he stares down at where his hands rest, tears already escaping his eyes.
“Holy shit,” he whispers. You giggle and move his hands again, to a different spot this time. Billy is at a loss for words as all he can do is pull you into a hug, pressing kisses to your forehead and keeping you as close to him as possible.
“Billy, we - oh! I’m sorry,” Peggy interrupts, but apologizes as soon as she sees you two. Pulling back, you wipe his tears away and give him one last kiss.
“Go back to work, babe. I just had to tell you right now.” Billy chuckles and kisses your cheek, following you out to the front where he was needed for attending to customers.
“I’ll see you at home, love!” He calls out as you head out the door and back to your apartment.
That night, after Billy got home and took a shower, you two were cuddling in bed, ready to go to sleep.
“I can’t believe she kicked for the first time today,” Billy whispers, his hand on your stomach, as it is most of the time.
“I know. She’ll be here so soon, I can’t wait to meet her.”
“Me too.”
—
You were now about six and a half months pregnant, your due date drawing closer and closer each day. Billy had a couple guys from the diner help him with the baby’s room, painting and putting furniture together, despite your attempts to help; he wanted you to rest and be comfortable during this time.
Of course, Billy has been growing more nervous for the day to arrive, yet he doesn’t want to admit it. He wants to appear strong for you because he knows you’re scared too. But one night, his thoughts get too much for him, and he needs to vent to someone.
But, you had fallen asleep, his group of thieving ‘friends’ were away on a heist, and his diner buddies were out celebrating a friend’s birthday, so he only knew one person, rather fetus, to chat with.
Billy laid down next to you, and since you were sleeping on your back, it was easy for him to be face to face with your bump. He gently lifted your shirt and leaned close to your protruding stomach, stroking your skin gently. He noticed you shiver slightly due to the feeling of his cool hands on your warm skin, but thankfully, you settled back down.
“Hi baby girl. It’s me, your dad,” Billy cringed at himself, laughing softly. “Who else would it be.” He takes a pause to sort his thoughts out, still rubbing his thumb over your skin. What he didn’t know was that his touch did in fact wake you up, you just didn’t want to disturb him.
“I know I’ve stayed so positive and happy about this for your mum, but I’m honestly terrified. I’m terrified of becoming my own father, not being there for you when you need me, making you feel unloved, without realizing it. I will do everything in my power to prevent those from happening, so I know I have nothing to worry about, but it still gets to me.” He takes another pause, breathing deeply.
“I want to be the best father I can be, but I don’t know if I’m going to be good at it. It scares me that I’m going to be responsible for this little human, when just seven months ago, I was stealing for a living. How the fuck is it possible to mature that much in so little time?” You could feel his tears falling onto your skin, and you wanted nothing more than to wake up and comfort him. But you knew that it was hard for him to talk about his feelings, so you wanted to let him do so comfortably.
“I’m going to try my hardest and be the best role model I can for you. That means no more stealing, and I’ve done a good job so far. I’m worried about falling into old habits all the time, but I have a feeling that you, little one, are going to change everything. I already love you so so much, and you’re not even born yet.” He chuckles lightly as he feels his daughter kick where his hand lays. “Already know your daddy’s voice, huh?” His voice wavered for a moment as he tried to keep his emotions in. Now, you felt like it was a good time to wake back up.
So, you stir a little, acting as if you had just begun to wake up, and softly smile up at him.
“Hey bub,” you whisper, reaching up to caress his tear-stained cheek, and that’s when your expression falls. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing,” he sighs, brushing it off. You give him a look, telling him that you know that’s not true. “How long have you been awake?” He chuckles softly and grabs your hand.
“After you put your frozen hand on my stomach. I heard everything, babe.” He sighed even heavier this time, and you could see he was feeling defeated.
“I love you so much, Billy. And I know you’re going to be such an amazing dad. It’s definitely not going to be easy, but you’ve already shown me that you’re going to be NOTHING like your dad. He was an asshole who made you slip into bad habits and the wrong crowd. You’ve changed so much since we found out we are having a baby. I have no doubt that once she’s here, you are going to be the best and most outstanding dad you can be for her.” By now, Billy had tears streaming down his cheeks at your speech, and he pulled you in for a huge hug.
“I love you, I love you so fucking much,” he whimpers into your neck.
“Shh, it’s okay, babe. You know you can always come to me when you’re feeling down about anything, especially something like this.”
“I know, I guess I just wanted to be strong for you because I know you’re scared as well.”
“You don’t have to pretend to be strong. I don’t want you bottling your emotions up just for me, okay? From here on out, if you have any worries regarding the baby, or anything about our future, please talk to me.” Billy nods immediately and hugs you once more, keeping you as close to him as possible.
“I promise.”
And he did. Anytime Billy started to worry about something, he would come to you and talk it out. And every time, you assured him that it would be okay, and you two would get through it together.
But when your due date came and went, and you went into labor a couple days later, Billy was going crazy. His anxiety had risen and he kept telling himself that everything would be fine.
After a long eighteen hours in labor, your baby girl was finally here, and all of his worries washed away immediately when he held her in his arms. You gazed at them, lovingly, through exhausted eyes, feeling overwhelmed with emotion.
“She’s beautiful, love,” Billy smiles, taking a seat next to you. It was around two forty-five in the morning and you needed to sleep, but you didn’t want to miss out on any time you had with them. “She looks just like you, just as I imagined she would.” You chuckle and reach up to stroke her tiny cheek. She stirred a little and snuggled closer to Billy, causing him to coo at her.
“What name should we pick?” He wonders, gazing down at you. He hands her off to you, despite what your doctor told you to do, which was rest, and stared at her as she slept. Billy still sat next to you, his arm going around your body to bring you into his.
“Sophia Mae,” you whisper, feeling the tears pool in your eyes. Looking up to Billy, you find him staring at you, eyes filled with love, adoration, and fondness.
“Sophia Mae is perfect.”
“Sophia Mae Jones, to be exact.” Billy’s eyes widen at your statement, he assumed that she would take your last name, since you two weren’t married and had yet to talk about that aspect of your future.
“R-really?” He stutters. You nod, leaning up a little to signal you wanted a kiss. Billy giggled and did as you wished, giving you a long, passionate-filled kiss.
“Of course. I can’t see myself with anyone else but you.”
Billy finally told you to get some sleep after another fifteen minutes of staying up, so you finally did, and Billy was now left alone with his newborn daughter.
Billy’s POV:
I was sat on the rocking chair next to (Y/N)’s bed with Sophia in my arms. I was rocking back and forth gently, as she laid on my bare chest, something the nurses said was good for bonding. One of my hands rested below her bum to hold her up while the other was on her back, gently running my fingertips over her skin.
“Shit, this is too much,” I laugh quietly, leaning my head back and closing my eyes.
“It’s so crazy to think almost a year ago, I was a criminal for a living, not having any idea if I’d have enough money for food or new clothes, or to support my loving and amazing girlfriend, and now I’m here. I have a stable job that pays well, and I have a beautiful baby girl. My two girls, I will love you guys until my last day. And that’s a promise. I may not be the best at being a dad, but I am going to try my hardest. For you and for your mum.”
I ended up falling asleep with Sophia on my chest, and was awoken by her cries. (Y/N) must’ve sensed that as well because she was standing in front of me, reaching out to grab the baby.
“She’s probably hungry,” she mumbles, sitting back down on her bed. I help her under the covers as she does her thing, and I watch intently; not in a sexual way, but an interested and in-awe kind of way.
“Babe?” She says, breaking me from my daydream. I chuckle and take a seat next to her, rubbing her shoulder.
“Such a beautiful thing women can do,” I say. She shakes her head and leans back to stare up at me.
“Doesn’t feel beautiful.” We both laugh for a little and the room falls silent once more.
“I am going to love both of you for the rest of my life,” I whisper, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead. “My beautiful (Y/N) and Sophia. You two are my world, and I can’t believe I got so lucky.” (Y/N) begins to tear up, reaching up for a real kiss.
“I love you so much, Billy. We finally have our little family.” I smile and look down at my girls, my heart soaring with so much love.
“Our little family.”
It felt perfect to say that my life had finally fallen into place.
Summary: Zero isn’t the absence of value, in fact, Zero is perhaps one of the most valuable people among the ghosts. Being coined their ‘guy in the chair’ meant that Zero was a ghost among ghosts and is only called from her spot in the shadows when she and Four are the only people who haven’t been caught on camera by a large criminal organization.
A/N: I wrote TWO things last night and I am hella proud of this one, tbh. Again *Gif isnt mine, im a horrible person and Im sorry.
Pairing: Ghost Billy x Female Reader
Warnings: Hella angst guys, Im not even sorry.
Word count: 3600
“Billy, why are you so afraid of this?” Eight whispered, reaching for her boyfriends hands, but he pulled them away.
“I ain't afraid.” He mumbled, not looking her in the eyes, rubbing his sweaty palms onto his dark jeans. “We just don't need to be this touchy where everyone can see.” He stood up and paced the open room where just a few of them were gathered. “It’s still against One’s rules, Eight.” Eight. He couldn’t even say her name. She looked down at the floor, instead of his back, which was all she could see.
Five looked back and forth between the two of them, eyes full of sadness for the girl. “Four, come on, it's not like no one knows what's going on between the two of you.” She tried, “All she wants is to hold your hand, it's not like she wants to have sex in front of us all.”
Billy scoffed, looking at the dark haired doctor. “You don't know what you're talking about, Amelia.” There it was. Amelia. He had no problem letting her name fall from his lips, but not Y/n’s. “Shit.” He seemed to notice it just a minute too late, Y/n already chewing on her thumb, staring at an obviously very interesting spot on her pants. “Eig- shit, Y/n..” He corrected himself too late, because she scoffed and jumped over the back of the couch she was sitting on and was out the door before he could move.
“Way to go, asshole.” Seven chimed in from his spot on the corner of the couch. “Five, you wanna get this one?” He pointed towards the door, and Amelia nodded her head, slowly standing and eyes not leaving Billy’s.
“I fought for this to happen Billy, you need to get your shit together.” She shoved her pointer finger into his chest harshly. “She loves you, you know.”
“I know.” Billy sighed, throwing the plastic cup he had in his hands across the room.
-
“Y/n, wait up!” Amelia shouted at the girls back. She didn't turn around but she raised her hand waving the doctor off. “Come on, girl, wait for me.” Amelia jogged up to her, seeing the tears rolling down her face. “Talk to me, Y/n, please.”
“It doesn't even matter, Lia, I appreciate you trying and trying but there's nothing that can be said to make this better.” Y/n wiped her hand across her face, scoffing when she remembered she was wearing Billy’s hoodie. “I keep trying and he keeps pushing me away.” She sighed, unzipping the jacket, letting it slide off of her arms. She shivered at the cool air hitting her bare arms, before shoving the jacket into Amelia’s arms.
“Don't give up, Y/n, please.” She took the hoodie, folding it over her arms. “He does love you, you know that.” The girl kept walking, passing Billy’s trailer where she had been staying the last few nights.
“I thought I did, but sometimes I just don’t know anymore.” Y/n paused in front of her own trailer. What had once been her safe haven had quickly become a nest of sad memories that she fought hard to not think about. “I'm just gonna walk for a bit, yeah?” Y/n sighed, pulling the doctor into a tight hug.
“At least take this?” Amelia offered her back the blue hoodie, and she could see the thoughts cross the newest ghosts mind. Y/n shook her head, a fresh wave of tears pushing past her eyes. “Okay, hey, it's alright. Will you take mine?” Amelia stuffed Billy’s hoodie between her knees and pulled her own over her head, passing it to the girl who took it with a nod. “Come find me later if you want, hon.” She gave Y/n a hug again and let the girl walk away, towards what they called the plane graveyard.
-
Y/n really did love Billy, even if he seemed to be hesitant towards her, and she knew that he loved her too, he was just afraid. Anyone who knew Billy knew that he would never admit to being afraid of anything, but she could see it in his eyes.
When it was just the two of them, the look in his eyes filled her heart to the brim. The way he held her hand, made her heart overflow. The soft kisses that he left all over her face was enough to make her feel like she could fly. Y/n would often lie awake at night, cradled in his arms, watching his chest rise and fall gently, mouth slightly agape. She loved him more than she could ever say.
Billy was the first one who heard her wake in the middle of the night, screaming and crying from nightmares. He was the first one who asked her if she could remember what had her so upset. He was the first one she confided in. He was the first one that made her feel alive again. It was with him that she watched her first sunset and sunrise, staying awake all night, nestled cozily on the wing of a plane as they talked about their lives before becoming ghosts.
Here she sat again, on the wing of the same plane, watching the same sunset as she thought back on her time as a ghost. It had been a rough adjustment, being a part of a team that was comprised of snipers, thieves, and hitmen. She had never been in a situation that called for killing before and she had certainly never lived amongst people who killed for a living.
Y/n thought back to when she first became a ghost, shuddering at the thought of where One found her, left alone to die in an alleyway behind a bar. Her mark had caught on to her schemes and he played along, she thought that it was working but when the two of them left the bar together, that’s when she knew that she had been made. When her marks hand was around her throat, her back roughly pinned against the cold brick wall, she was sure that she was done for.
That’s when the man was roughly pulled off of her, she fell to the ground coughing and sputtering at the sudden intake of oxygen. Y/n screamed out when hand found her again, struggling against the hands that held her shoulders. “Hey, it's alright, relax. I'm not here to hurt you.” One whispered to her gently. When she looked into his eyes, she knew that he was genuine. She knew that he was here to help. “I have a job offer for you.”
Listening to the man, sitting in a quiet corner of an all night cafe, she accepted his offer quickly. So quickly that he asked again, slower, making sure she understood. “I need to die, so I can really live again.” She had whispered to him and he nodded his head in understanding.
“I think we will get along just fine.”
-
That night had been over a year ago, and now she was thriving. Her talents had been deemed invaluable to the team by almost all of the team, her new family. One had resisted the first time she called them her family but he had since grown used to it, accepted it even.
She loved her family, but she loved one of them differently than the rest. Billy. Billy was the most important thing in her life and it scared her for a long time, she fought it as much as he was now, and that's why she understood that he really did love her. She would stay with him as long as it took for him to realize it, or so she thought.
Y/n and Billy had started slow, leaning on each other for comfort, especially when the nightmares of that night had come back to haunt her. That mark hadn't been the first to ever get rough with her, wasn’t the first to catch onto her game. Billy was there to hold her through the sob inducing nightmares, where she woke up screaming as if she was still there.
Billy was always there for her, with sweet words, soft touches and just being a shoulder for her to cry on. After the night she first told him that she loved him just three months ago, everything had changed. She would wake up in her own trailer, alone and shivering. Billy wouldn't touch her the way that he used to, and he could see that it hurt her. He would always make up for it, though, and she always welcomed him back into her arms, swallowing his apologies with eager kisses which he always returned just as eagerly.
After nights like those, he would be fine again for only a few days, lingering touches, flirty winks and comments directed to her through their comms, everyone cooing mockingly at them. Y/n loved those moments, when he was unabashed in his affection, planting soft kisses to her temple as they sat in the main room talking about an upcoming mission.
It never lasted though, which broke her heart but nothing could push him away from her. His moods would change as quickly as the California desert temperatures. It hurt her to know that she had just accepted it, but she had. She had accepted it as just Billy being Billy. She had noticed though, that the mood would change when she told him that she loved him, but she never stopped telling him. She knew that he was afraid, but she also knew that she loved him more than anything in her whole life, and he needed to know that. Everyone deserves to be loved, don't they?
She accepted his fear, but she didn't think that she would ever give up on him. She believed that she would always be here for when he inevitably came back to her, sadness in his eyes, needing her touch. She thought that nothing would ever make her turn her back on him. Tonight had crushed her though, Billy’s inability to hold her hand was normal, sadly enough, but she never stopped trying.
Last night was one of the nights he had crawled into her bed, whispering apologies against her bare skin as he slid himself into her bed. His breath reeked of alcohol, and his clothes smelled of smoke, but she rolled her body to face him, cradling his face in her hands.
“I'm so sorry, Y/n.” He whispered, leaving soft kisses along her thumbs.
“Billy,” She started, shaking his face ever so slightly to get his eyes to focus on hers. “It’s alright to be afraid..” Y/n watched him close his eyes. “Billy, I love you.” Pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I love you.” Another kiss to his cheek. “I love you.” She whispered, leaning to kiss his lips but he pulled away, a whimper leaving Y/n’s throat. “Billy please..”
“Please, Y/n, please…” He kept his eyes closed, pulling her hands from her face.
She let a tear fall down her cheek and she closed her eyes along with his, letting her head fall heavily against her pillow. “Please don't leave.” She whined softly, her hands reaching out for him but the spot was already empty.
“I can't..” Were the last words that she heard before the soft click of her trailer door closing.
“I know you love me too, Billy.” She shouted into the darkness, knowing that he was standing outside. She heard his fist hitting the side of her trailer, followed by a soft whimper. “Even if you can't admit it to yourself.” Y/n whispered the last part to herself before pulling her knees to her chest and crying herself to sleep.
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That morning was the hardest for Y/n. She knew that this would only prolong his mood, but she was beginning to tire of the whiplash. She knew that he loved her, she could feel it in his kisses, in his touches, in his words. She longed to hear the words come out of his mouth. When she walked out of her trailer that morning she saw Two first. She knew. They all knew. Camille’s trailer was close to Y/n’s and she had no doubt heard the exchange last night.
“Good morning, chérie.” Camille had pulled the small girl into her side, arm wrapped around her shoulder. The blonde knew how the girl's heart was breaking, and it made her feel protective of her. Y/n may have been the newest to the team but no one could dispute the fact that she completed their dysfunctional little family. Camille and Amelia doting on the young girl, taking her under their wings immediately. Two knew what it was like to break One’s rule. She understood the hardships that came with loving a dead man.
“How much did you hear?” Y/n looked at the blonde woman sheepishly, voice hoarse from crying.
“Enough to know that you are right.” Camille gave her shoulder a squeeze as they walked into the main building. “We can all see how much he loves you, don't give up on him, mon caneton.” Two gave her a wink and pulled away from her. Y/n smiled weakly at her, walking over to where Five and Seven sat closely.
“Can I join you guys?” Y/n hated how hoarse her voice sounded, she didn't notice when she spoke to Camille, but speaking with Amelia, the doctor knew immediately that it had happened again, and tsked softly.
“Oh honey.” Five opened her arms and Y/n crumpled into them with a soft whine. “That boy will never learn.” She rubbed her hands soothingly along the girls back, Blaine reaching out to grab the girls hand, which she accepted gratefully. When Billy got into moods like this, she just needed to be held, to be touched, and the team knew that and happily obliged.
When Billy walked into the main building that morning, a grimace on his face and sunglasses over his eyes, he stopped short at the sight in front of him. Five had her arms wrapped around Y/n and Seven was holding onto her hand from across the table. Two and Three were whispering softly to each other, both watching him closely as he entered the building.
“Morning.” He mumbled, walking straight to the kitchen and making himself a fruit smoothie. No one answered him. “You all know that this is none of your business right?” His voice raised higher as he ran a hand through his hair, looking out at his team.
“Don't push us away too, Four.” Seven spat out at him, giving Y/n’s hand one last squeeze before he stood and walked out. Three standing and walking over to Y/n, leaning down to give her a small kiss to the top of her head.
“We don't love you like she does, we won't put up with your shit.” He glared at the blond man, dropping his dishes into the tub filled with water. “Remember that.” He pointed at him as he followed Blaine out.
There was that word again. Love. Y/n let out a soft whine at the men on the team standing up for her. She knew they were just adding fuel to his fire and she didn't want that, though she greatly appreciated the support. “Billy, can we-” She pointed outside and she looked at him expectantly. Billy shook his head softly, eyes not meeting hers. “Please.” It was her pleading voice that got him to look directly at her.
Her eyes were red, puffy, like she had been crying for hours. She probably has. The thought hit him like a tonne of bricks. The way she looked today was all his fault. He did this to her. He always did this to her. She must be a saint to put up with his shit for all these months. He nodded his head, eyes not leaving hers.
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The two of them walked in silence, side by side, into the plane graveyard. “Y/n, I'm so, so sorry.” His voice cracking surprised even himself, as he looked at the girl in front of him. He reached for her hand first this time, but she was the one to pull away this time. His heart clenched.
“I need you to say it Billy.” Y/n’s voice wavered slightly as she stared at the dirt under her feet.
“Y/n, please..” Billy reached for her again, but she didn't pull away and he breathed out a sigh of relief.
“At least admit that you're afraid.” She pleaded, a tear slipping down her already streaked cheek.
“I am.” He admitted so softly that had she not been right in front of him, she may not have heard it at all. “I just..” He took a deep breath.
“Do you love me, Billy?” Her gaze flicked up to meet his, the sadness in her eyes made him suck in a sharp breath. “I need to hear it.” She pleaded again.
“Y/n..” He started, turning his head away from her, but she was quick to grab his chin, pulling it roughly back to face her.
“I'm serious, Billy.” Her eyes pleaded with him, though her voice was strong and steady. “Yes or no.” Y/n wiped a tear from her face angrily. When he tried to turn his head away from her again, a choked sob slipped past her lips.
“You know it's not that simple for me, y/n.” He mumbled, eyes looking anywhere but into hers.
“It is that simple, Billy.” Her voice was rising and she couldn’t help it. “Either you love me, or you don't.” Pulling her hands away from him, he reached out to pull her back. “I need to know, Billy.” She took a step back. “Right here, right now.”
“Y/n, please don't do this..” He looked at her, tears threatening to spill from his green eyes. “Please.”
“Yes or no, Billy.”
“Why do you-” He started, and she held up a finger shaking her head.
“No, I need you to say it.”
“I can't!” He shouted at her, making her take another step back. “I don't know what you want from me, y/n..” His voice dropping low, reaching for her again, but this time she shook her head and pushed his hands away.
“I want YOU, Billy! I want you, and I want us. I want to tell you that I love you and I want you to be able to say it back.” She screamed at him, shoulders shaking with the effort to not let her own tears spill over. “I need you to say it, or I can't do this anymore. I can't keep going like this.”
“You would leave me? You would throw this, us, away because I wont say it back?” He scoffed at her, she nodded in response. “Please don't leave me, Y/n. I'm trying so hard.”
“No you aren't Billy. I've been telling you for months that I love you.” She pointed a finger at him, “MONTHS of telling you and getting nothing but you leaving in response. You want me to stay, Billy? Give me a reason to stay, tell me you love me.”
“I DON'T WANT TO BE IN LOVE!” He finally snapped, shouting at her, face turning red. She blinked back at him, shrinking away from his anger, wrapping her arms around herself tightly.
“Was that so hard?” She whispered, turning to walk away from him.
“Shit, y/n please wait, that's not what I meant.” His stomach clenched tightly at his own words. He hadn’t meant it. He did love her, so why couldn't he just say it. He was losing the only thing in his life that brought him any joy and it was his fault.
“You can't take it back now, Billy.” She scoffed over her shoulder, not stopping her retreat. “You finally told me what you really feel, and I have no one to blame but myself.”
“Please, y/n.” Billy jogged around her, putting his hands on her shoulders, his heart shattering at the look on her face, the tears freely pouring down her face, chin trembling. “Please..”
“Please what? Huh? I pushed and I pushed, and all I did was love you. Love you so much that it destroyed me every time you couldn't meet my eyes. Every time you pulled away from me, but I stayed. You yanked my heart out and stomped on it for days until YOU were ready to come back and say that you were sorry, but never telling me what I wanted to hear.” She sobbed, closing her eyes and dropping to the dirty ground. “Do you know what it's like to love someone who you know can never love you back? Do you know what it's like to have your heart ripped out, day after day? Of course you don't. Because you don't love me, you never have and you never can.” Billy dropped to the ground beside her, but she scrambled away from him quickly.
“I'm done, Billy.” She sobbed into her hands, she kept her eyes to the ground as she stood up, leaving Billy on the ground. “I love you, I always will, but I guess I was wrong when I thought you loved me too.” And with that she took off, running as fast as she could to put as much distance between the heartbreak as she could. She could hear his screams, her name falling from his lips pleading her to come back.
“I do love you..” He whispered to himself, hating that he couldn’t just say the words to her when she needed to hear them the most, and now she was gone.
Heyy!!:) Can you do 5&7 she/her with four where they’re teammates but he treats her like?shit? then on a mission smth goes wrong so she saves him but he gets unconscious and one of the others tells him what she did. Or u know, just go off &do it however u want, I love what you write and always manage to surprise me💕
Love Of My Life [Blurb]
5. “Look at me love, please” 7. “No please, love, don't do that!” // Four dislikes Eight, for no real reason. Maybe, yes, there is a reason, but he doesn't want to admit it...
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Billy looked at you from afar, peeking, seeking some attention from you in this high-school hallway. You were gorgeous, and he knew he had no chance with you, but he still believed you would be the love of his life, one day at least. He even started doing parkour to impress you, to show off his skills – even though these were still weak – after you'd cheer for him as the most beautiful cheerleader of the school. With your rosy lips, you'd chant their team's name during competitions, waving the pom-poms in your hands, a smile on your face. And even sometimes, he got a glance from you, and he knew he would die for your eyes, again and again.
~~~
“Eight, listen, fuck you with your knives,” he burst as he hit the table with his fist, enraged as he always was while speaking to you. “I know what I have to do, so can you just fuck off from my personal space and let the pros do their thing? Huh?”
“Listen, I don't know what I've done to you but you need to stop this,” you emphasized strongly as he just huffed and puffed at you. You rolled your eyes. This guy was truly unbelievable and unbearable.
It all started when you joined the team, as their knives expert. This seemed pretty awkward for a young lady, a fragile-looking lady but you always liked to surprise people. Well, you recently found out how much you liked it. Before all of that, all you could do was cheer, smile, laugh and be pretty. Nobody could ever imagine what passion burnt your heart, this would be against the image you worked on hardly during so many years: the perfect girl, dating one of the most popular guy in the school, getting tipsy during parties and being mean. How much it hurt you to be mean. You had to collect them, never let them collect your own heart. But once, this one time, somebody, some stranger, collected it,and you couldn't forget how much your heart pounded when you saw this.
“Please, youngsters,” One intervened, looking at both of them, “we have something going on here. Four, she's only advising you, noting meant to hurt y...”
“Yeah but she could shut the fuck up,” he cut him off. His eyes burning with rage, he left the room as soon as he said these words. A storm.
“What have you done to this poor boy,” Seven asked you, again. He never stopped questioning you about this, he never saw Four being so angry, so salty, so full of rage.
“If I knew, I would apologize, believe me.”
Indeed...
~~~
“Dear y/n,
I'm not good with words, but I'm even worse in person. If I tell you who I am, you'd probably tell me no, but fortune favors the bold.
It's the 14th of February, Valentines Day. The day of lovers. And I know I am no lover of yours, I am a mere stranger in the crowd, but I admire every move you make and how flawlessly and effortlessly you cheer our high-school teams during competitions. Your words are a blessing to my ears, soothing the pain of my existence.
I love you, y/n. It doesn't mean much, but I'd like to meet you in person, only if you want. And I will understand if you won't. Join me around at 5.p.m in front of the big tree we have next to the swimming club.
With love,
Your secret lover.”
Your hands were shaking. Your boyfriend would never... This was probably the sweetest words you have received since forever, not mentioning how your butt was fuckable and your mouth perfect for blowing them – this was absolutely disgusting. You felt butterflies in your stomach, not knowing what to do.
And Billy stood near, waiting for you to open your locker and to read his letter. He put his heart and soul into this, every emotion, but had to keep it short. Still, he felt pleased withthe final result. He hoped you would meet him, he hoped you would at least be nice and gentle enough to tell him yourself that you don't want to date him, just to know how much his heart would ache but knowing that you'd be happy with someone else.
“Look at me love, please,” he whispered, hoping you'd look at him, notice him and maybe understand.
“Who the fuck wrote that sappy letter to you,” your bestfriend peeked over your shoulder, you jumped, scared before facing her with a sarcastic smile.
“Just some... Jerk,” you commented. The words hurt when they came out of your throat, but not as much as they hurt Billy, listening.
“No please love, don't do that to me,” he whispered again, not believing what you said.
“He got all lovey-dovey for me, telling me how beautiful I am and stuff, but fuck that shit, I'm happy with Nate. Fuck that romantic asshole.” You went too far, but never too far for the one you called your bestfriend, who laughed heartily as she put a hand on your shoulder.
You heard a noise from behind, somebody going away, somebody escaping the words you said. The words you regretted for the rest of your life, holding the paper in your wallet's pocket.
~~~
His head hurt, his eyes struck by the light above him, as Five stroke his face gently before he woke up. The hell he was doing here... Laying here... With this massive headache... And the mission... Shit, he thought before moving a bit too abruptly for his body.
“Don't move too much Four, or you'll never be able to stand,” Five said to him, a warm smile on her face as she said these things to him. “I'm joking, you just need some rest.”
“... What happened to me,” he asked, mouth dry and eyes going crazy in every direction.
“You got into trouble with the guys who were chasing you, one of them got you. You fell on the ground, unconscious.”
“Seven is really a savior,” he whispered, sure of himself.
“One number more and you'll have your savior,” she said as he widely opened his eyes. “Don't look like that at me, she saved your ass from the mess you put yourself into. You should thank her.”
“For what?” His voice became clearer now, slowly rage took over him, his head still aching, his body almost immobile. “She's just a bitch, she doesn't deserve this.”
“Four...”
“I don't want to talk about this,” he stated, turning away from Five. “Thanks for taking care of me Five, but don't try to settle things up between Eight and me, it's... Personal.”
And it became personal... To Five to settle things up between them, bringing you into Four's room, the next day as he felt a little bit better, lying to you that he wanted to apologize and thank you. She was evil, but she was kindhearted. But she was evil for that.
You entered the room, looking at Four who rose his head and sighed in disbelief as he saw you coming in, tilting his head slowly and facing you now, a dissatisfied look crossing his face.
“What the fuck do you want,” he asked you, as you were reaching his bed's side.
“... I thought you wanted to apologize,” you replied to him, confused.
“The fuck I... Five. Fucking Five. She's the devil in disguise I swear... You can leave now," he stated looking quickly at you. You still had these beautiful eyes, eyes of the devil.
“Four, I'm here, tell me what's wrong with me. I want to know why you hate me so much because I don...”
“Everybody fucking liked you since high-school,” he blurted angrily, “so you can't handle some fucking jerk disliking you? Huh?”
“What are you saying, Four, I don't,” you tried to say, your past resurfacing slowly in your mind.
“Fortune favors the bold my ass. A romantic asshole, for a fucking bitch,” he almost screamed at you. “This is the fucking problem I have with you.”
“You are...” Your voice weakened instantly. You felt your heart race. You became breathless for a second, not knowing what to say. Four was... This gorgeous soul who wrote to you? The soul that never showed up at 5.p.m because he heard you? Four was... This amazing person not wanting your body but to know you? And you screwed the things up? “My secret lover?”
“No, just some jerk,” he bitterly answered. “Fuck you, y/n, fuck you.”
“I kept that letter,” you admitted, reaching for the small wallet you carried with you, taking out of it the thing damaged paper. “I went to meet you on that day, but you weren't there...And now I know why. You heard me with this... Fucking bitch, a backstabbing bitch.” You recalled how many times she had stolen your boyfriends, telling you that they were unfaithful, but she was the real viper right there. “And... I was stupid. This letter... It made me feel better about myself, not being just something to fuck but someone. Just someone.”
“I started parkour to please you,” he whispered, looking at you, confused.
“I loved watching you doing parkour,” you admitted, “my favorite sport after martial arts. These competitions were a pleasure to cheer too... You were Billy, right? The one with the long bangs in front of your eyes that you tied up while doing parkour?”
“You do remember me,” he asked, thrown off by you.
Blurb thing!! 16! She/Her with Four "I'm having a moody day today. Just stay away, okay?" Good luck and thank you 😊
Reckless [Blurb]
16. “This wasn’t planned at all.” // “I’m having a moody day today. Just stay away, okay?”
Thank you for this request nonnie! I hope you will like it! 💕
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When you joined the Ghosts, you immediately clicked with Four, and before you could even think about it, he won your heart with his puppy eyes and sheepish smiles. But mostly his jokes. He was hilarious even in the worst situations, and you loved that. Soon after joining the crew, you started to date, first in secret, holding hands when nobody watched, putting gently your hand on his shoulder, stealing kisses behind the blinds of your trailer. And everybody implicitly knew, but One. And when he found out, as you were sitting on Billy’s lap once, your head buried in his neck as he whispered Las Palabras de Amor into your ear, he yelled “Fucking millenials!” before going out, as you watched him with surprised eyes. But eventually, the man accepted your relationship, just warning you that if ever anything goes wrong because of that he wouldn't hesitate to kill both of you. And you never really knew if he was joking or not about it.
Billy was amazing at making you laugh, whenever he wanted to – and God knew how much he loved to hear you laugh! So, he used to joke around everytime he could, everytime he found an occasion to lighten up your mood so you laughed until you cried, laying on your back next to him on your couch as his eyes fondly looked at you. But today, his jokes were useless. He outdid himself during this mission, almost dying in front of your eyes as he jumped of this building, before a guy started to shoot at him and you had to pull the trigger yourself – refusing One’s order to abandon him for the moment because Four could do this alone, he said. As Billy was catching up the team, One yelled at you, saying how unprofessional all of this was, how you put the whole team in jeopardy just to save Four, a number. You just wanted to kill One with your bare hands but couldn’t. So, as Three drove back to the base, Billy sitting next to you, you remained silent. You were angry, you just wanted to shout about this whole situation, about everything, you wanted to scold Billy for this, you were angry at yourself for deceiving your crew. You needed silence, peace.
But Billy wanted to talk to you, and as always jokes seemed to be the best remedy to your grumpiness, so he told you a joke as you went out from the car after Three parked in the middle of the desert. The rest of the crew was already far from both of you, and you could feel rage boiling inside you as you looked at Billy’s smiling reckless eyes as he joked around. This was too much this time.
“I’m having a moody day today. Just stay away, okay?” you snapped harshly, not even looking at him as you sped up to reach the team, leaving Billy behind you so you could avoid his sad eyes as you scolded him violently when he was just trying to help you. But you were angry at him, angry at yourself and jokes weren’t the best solution at the moment.
As you reached your trailer, you laid on your couch, looking at the ceiling, eyes already wet. You felt anger, you felt pain, you felt everything. How stupid you felt about being so harsh to him, how bad you felt for making him sad, how much you hated him for making you feel this way. “He just wanted to be nice,” you whispered to yourself as few tears rolled on your cheek. Immediately, you buried your face into your hands, trying to calm down, to erase all these negative emotions from your mind. In vain. These demons came back to haunt you again and again, for minutes or hours, you couldn’t tell.
A knock on the door. Probably Five. You rose your head for a second, your tears not flowing on your cheeks. You didn’t answer, just sniffed. Nobody should see you like this, and you wanted to see nobody. But the voice you heard made your heart jump.
“Hey, it’s me, Billy,” he whispered with a gentle voice against the door. “Can I come in please.”
Silence. You just wanted to tell him to go away, to go fuck himself and die, and leave you alone as he tried to do earlier, you wanted to yell but your lips didn’t allow you to do so, your voice was too weak and your mind to fuzzy. So you just whispered a soft “yes”, after sitting up and wiping the tears from your cheeks, hoping that your eyes weren’t too red and puffy. What you saw, soothed you a bit: Billy held against his side a fluffy blanket – the one he had for movie nights – and a bag filled with snacks and a few dvds – probably the ones you liked the most. You looked at him, sadness slowly fading as you realized he stood in front of you, not dead, but alive.
“I know I’m not good with words,” he muttered looking softly at you, “and that I’m saying stupid things, but I wanted to apologize about earlier, and the joke about the mission.” His voice lowered, he was now kneeling in front of you, the blanket on the couch and the bag next to him. “I know you were concerned, and that One gave you a hard time because you saved me so… I wanted to properly apologize for it. Cuddling move moment?” His softwhispers made you all jelly, smiling a bit as you saw him being so caring and so delicate with you.
“This wasn’t planned at all,” you whispered, tears coming in your eyes, as he looked so softly at you. You began to sob, softly, and he put a hand on your knee, caressing it.
“Love, what’s going on,” he looked so concerned you could cry even more, “I did something wrong? I’m so sorry for making you cry, I’m so…”
“You are the stupidest and the most reckless man I know,” you managed to say between sobs, “and yet you are the most caring and adorable even when I’m so nasty with you…” What did you do to deserve all this kindness?
“I was the first one to be nasty, I almost died today,” he confessed as he pressed his lips against your forehead.
“Don’t you ever try dying again Billy, ever.”
“I promise love,” he whispered before moving back to face you. “So, which movie we’re going to watch under that fluffy blanket while eating chips?” His question put a little smile on your face.
“You brought [your favorite movie]?”
“I brought [your favorite movie],” he proudly answered before standing up to go put the movie.
And as the movie began, you were buried against his chest, his arms all around you as if he wanted to protect you. The sun slowly goes down, and you stay in the dark, the only light coming from your tv. He gently strokes your hair as you watch the screen, sometimes kissing the top of your head.
“I’m never leaving you love, never,” he whispered, pulling you a bit more against your chest and you lean just a little more with a smile on your face as you look at him and kiss gently his lips.
a/n: just a quick little, short fic that i started a while ago. i didn’t want to post it but oh well 🤷🏼♀️
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when you joined the group as five, you had always found yourself attracted to four. but, one was very strict about being with each other and getting to know one another as a real person. so, you distanced yourself from the man, but you found it very hard.
he was so attractive and funny, you wished you could just sit down and have a long chat with him while cuddling. that wasn’t possible, though. so when you all traveled to italy to try and gain information on a dictator of some country, you figured this would be a good time to get to know four.
the mission was an absolute failure though, for the most part. one managed to get information on the men that were following you all by using the eye of a man driving one of the cars, but unfortunately, six was killed.
four seemed to be the most affected, next to one and you. you were sat behind six when he was impaled, and you were injured by the object just a little. two was quick to tend to your wound while the others all stood around, trying to figure out what to do.
after a lot of debating, one gathered you all on a boat and drove it out to sea. he stopped it in the middle of nowhere, the italian skyline far in the distance, illuminated by the setting sun. you didn’t anticipate how chilly it would get, so you were stuck wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.
one begins his speech about six, going on about how he was a good man and didn’t deserve this. you were shivering the entire time, and you could feel a pair of eyes on you. peeling your eyes away from six’s dead body, you turn to the side and see four staring intently at you, eyeing you up and down.
before you can even register what is going on, four is pulling you right into his arms, wrapping them around your shivering frame and holding you close to him. sighing quietly, you relax into him, letting the warmth surround your body as one continues to speak.
finally, one finishes his speech and three helps him lift the body bag and throw it into the ocean. four sniffles a little, considering he’s taking it harder than the others; six was like a brother to him, a brother he took under his wing when six joined the group.
after a little while longer on the boat, you all headed back to shore to reside to the hotel one had booked for the stay. four didn’t let go of you the entire ride back.
upon arriving at the hotel, everyone parted ways to their own room, besides two and three who snuck off together to two’s room.
as you were exiting the bathroom after taking a shower, a knock sounded through your room. you set your things on the bed and quickly opened the door to find four standing there.
“oh, hey four. what’s up?” you wonder. he smiles softly, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking back and forth on his feet.
“um, not much. i just came to check up on you, you know, with your injury and all,” he says shyly. you step aside and let him in, shutting the door gently behind him. four awkwardly stands in the middle of the room as you go back to putting your things away.
“you can take a seat on the bed, four,” you finally tell him. he nods and does as he’s told, waiting for you to be done.
“so,” you begin when you close the last drawer, “did you really come here to check up on my injury?” four’s cheeks flush as if he’s embarrassed to answer, which tells you that your thoughts were confirmed: he did not come here to just check up on you.
“uh, not exactly. i know this is gonna sound kinda stupid, but i just couldn’t be alone right now, and two and three are off doing who knows what and i felt like one would tell me to stop being a fucking baby over this and-”
“four? what’s up?” you stop his rambling. he takes a deep breath and lets out a shaky sigh.
“i’m a bit shaken up over today’s events, is all,” he mumbles. stepping over to where he sat, you take a seat next to him and grab his hand. you motion to move back up onto the bed and he understands. once you two are settled comfortably, you pull him into your grasp, just like he did with you on the boat.
“it’s okay to feel this way, four. six was like a brother to you, and you grew really close. don’t feel like you have to be strong and all.” four nods against your shoulder and his body begins to shake. holding him tighter, you rub up and down his back comfortingly, your other hand running through his blonde locks.
“shhh, you’re gonna be okay, babe,” you whisper. four’s sobs slowly start to subside and he pulls away. you are quick to wipe his cheeks, keeping ahold of them once you finish.
“are you doing okay?” he mutters, voice rough and shattered.
“yeah, i mean, as much as i can be after witnessing that.” four grimances at the thought of you having to go through that, and trying to put himself in your situation.
“i’ll always be here for you, love. you know that? if you ever need someone to talk to.” you smile up at the man softly and stroke his cheek with your thumb.
“thank you, four. and same here. if you ever need to have a good cry or get something like this out, just know i won’t judge you like one will. i think he’s adapted too well to the thought of being dead that he just doesn’t feel anymore. but we’re still human beings.”
“thank you as well.” a silence falls between the two of you, both of your eyes staring right into each others. four slowly leans forward, his eyes darting down to your lips then back up. you nod in the lightest way and meet him in the middle.
your lips meet his in a soft, sweet kiss, the smell of four’s cologne stinging your nose. his lips were so soft and warm, they felt perfect.
after a few seconds, you pull away, keeping your eyes closed.
“i’ve wanted to do that for so long. six always told me that i’d never have the balls to do it, that he would, uh, die before i did,” four whispers against your lips. you frown upon hearing the very sad story the two of them shared.
“oh four. everything’s going to be fine, i promise.”
“stay by my side, please? i can’t lose you as well,” he whimpers, cuddling closer to you.
