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lovelivision · 2 months ago

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STOLEN FLOWERS AND CHOCOLATE ✿

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𐔌.pairing — fushiguro toji / reader

‎ ‎ ‎── word count: 4k

❥ summary... toji comes home with classic valentine's gifts for you but there's something not quite traditional about how he celebrates...

warnings.ᐟ ── 18+ only, smut, pwp, hickeys, biting, (slight) tit play, food play(?) -- he licks chocolate off you, swearing, dirty talk, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, toji fucks a little mean, creampie, afab!reader, no pronouns used

The front door opens unceremoniously as Toji enters your small, shared apartment; the sound causes you to poke your head out from the kitchen to look at what he’s doing. His hands are holding something behind his back as he kicks the door closed with his foot, a big smile on his face when he spots you.

He quickly shuffles down the hall to you, “Happy Valentine’s Day, doll.”

“Happy Valentine’s, Toji,” you look at him curiously, he seems way too proud of himself.

“Here,” he moves a hand towards you, colourful wildflowers presented for you to take.

Receiving them graciously, you beam back at him, “These are so pretty, thank you–” Looking at them properly gives you pause, “Toji…”

“Yes, doll?”

“Where did you get these?” Your brow quirks at him.

He answers like it’s obvious, “The shop.” Continuing to move past you into the kitchen and pulling a bowl out of one of the cabinets.

Humming as you follow behind him, “Uh huh, and that’s why the roots are still attached is it?”

Toji stills for a single second before acting like that’s normal, “I’m not understanding the issue.”

“Toji, you took these from someone’s garden didn’t you?”

“No,” he lies, breaking up the chocolate he had concealed behind his back into the bowl.

You pull on his shoulder so that he turns to face you, “I can clearly see you’ve taken these from the ground.”

“I thought you’d like them, they reminded me of you,” he goes for flattery instead.

“You couldn’t afford to buy me flowers?”

“I could they just didn’t… have any left,” he scratches the back of his head.

You roll your eyes at him, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I’d say hot or sexy but whatever you say works too,” he winks at you.

Ignoring his self-praise, you rustle through the kitchen to find a vase to put your stolen flowers in, he was right about one thing; you do like them. Toji is still breaking up the chocolate and now that you’re done questioning him about the dubious origin of those flowers, you’re curious as to what exactly he’s doing.

“What are you doing to the chocolate?”

“Putting it in a bowl,” he doesn’t look at you.

You groan at him, annoyed by his dodging of the question, “Yeah I can see that, why are you putting it in a bowl?”

He grins at you, his intent evil, “So I can melt it.” Moving to the microwave he sticks the bowl in and starts it.

Shaking your head softly when you ask, “Do I wanna know?”

“You’re gonna find out soon anyways,” he steps closer to you, his hands grabbing your hips.

He’s making you suspicious of him, “What are you up to?”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it.”

There’s no opportunity for you to argue back at him, he’s leant down and captured your lips in a heated kiss. Not wasting any time as he licks into your mouth, his hands wandering under your shirt, groping at you as he goes. It’s still impressive how breathless he can render you after a single kiss, your thoughts already a little foggy.

Toji walks you back and into one of the counters, your back hitting it as he continues kissing you dizzy. Lips leaving yours, he presses kisses to your cheek down to your neck, sucking and nibbling on your soft skin. The breaths of air he puffs against you send static electricity through you.

Wrapping your arms around his neck as you murmur, “Shouldn’t we go to the bedroom?”

He nips at your neck just to watch you jolt, softly chuckling to himself at your reaction. “I need to wait for my chocolate,” he states simply.

Remembering that he quite literally just put something in the microwave, you warn him, “You should really be keeping an eye on it so you don’t burn it…”

He hums noncommittally, “But my eyes are a little preoccupied right now?”

“Toji…”

“I know what I’m doing,” he rolls his eyes lightly.

“I doubt that… you should be stirring it,” you inform.

He glares at you, almost pouting, “I don’t like how much you’re not thinking about me right now.”

“I was thinking about you… and then you wanted to talk about your chocolate– ah!–”

While you’re talking he tucks his head into your neck again, nuzzling against you before biting down to get you to shut up. Your fingers dig into his shoulders in surprise, not expecting the sudden rebellion from him.

Whining out, “That hurt~”

He laves over the bite mark with his tongue, not even an ounce of pity from him when he says, “Sorry, doll.”

“I don’t think you are,” you sulk back at him.

“No, I don’t think I am either,” you can feel his smile against your skin, “In fact, I think I’ll probably do it again.”

The microwave suddenly beeping frightens you but Toji pays it no mind, only continuing his assault of hickeys and kisses on your neck. “The microwave– hah– is done.”

He mumbles back, “I heard it.”

Trailing his way back to your lips, he kisses you deeply. It’s messy as he lick at you, tongue meeting yours in a depraved manner, enough to make your skin heat and small whines to tumble from you. Thoughts of the microwave disappear from your head with how he nibbles on your lower lip, starting to feel so much hotter.

His mouth leaves yours with a pop! Slight embarrassment flooding you with how dazed he’s gotten you. He grins at the stupid look on your face, his hands cupping your cheeks, “You’re cute.”

Pulling his hands away by his wrists, “Shut up.”

Reluctantly, he steps back from you but not before whispering low, “Take off your shirt.”

Blinking at his blunt direction, “What?”

“You heard me,” is all he says as he pulls the bowl of melted chocolate out of the microwave. Moving over to the cutlery drawer, he fiddles around before fishing out a spoon, mixing it around. A self-satisfied smile on his face indicating that it’s turned out how he wanted.

When you realise you’ve yet to make a move, you bashfully take off your shirt like he’d asked you to. Your arms folding over your chest once it’s off, feeling too exposed in comparison to him who is still in all of his clothes.

He stalks back over to you with a look in his eyes that has you feeling like he’s going to absolutely devour you. Reaching past you, he places the bowl on the counter, “Move your hands, doll.”

“How about you take off a piece of clothing and I will,” you bargain with him.

Leaning in to mock you lightly, “Is somebody feeling shy?”

“Just take off your shirt, Toji,” you grumble back at him.

He chuckles lightly but pulls it off easily, dropping it to the floor by yours, “Now, stop depriving me of my view.” His hands glide up either side of your torso, your own moving automatically to give him room.

Toji paws at your tits for a while, rolling your nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. Pulling away is like it takes him a monumental effort but he clearly has something planned, his eyes glinting mischievously.

Registering a faint clink as he reaches behind you again, not understanding what he’s doing until the sight of the spoon covered in melted chocolate comes into your view. His grin large as he lets the liquid drop onto your chest, letting it trail down your tit. He almost throws the spoon back to the counter as he leans down. Tongue tracing along the chocolate, lips latching to your nipple to suck it clean.

“Oh my– Toji! You’re so– ngh–” his tongue flicks against you and you suddenly can’t think, every single name you could think to call him slipping from your grasp as he continues to lick and suck at you.

Pulling back, he says, “I just thought…” reaching for the spoon again and dribbling more chocolate on you, over your other tit, “Since it’s Valentine’s and all…” his smile is evil and lust filled, “I should buy chocolate.”

“You’re supposed to buy me chocolate,” you complain.

“I did,” he kisses along your skin, tongue licking at you. Mumbling a low, “And you taste delicious.”

“You’re– hah– teasing me,” you pout at him, legs wobbly as he continues to pour chocolate on you just to lick it away.

He doesn’t even bother denying it, “I am.”

Of course he’s teasing you, how could he not? The thing that Toji finds cutest in this world is when your eyes get glassy and you struggle to think straight because all your senses are being clouded by him. He’s relishing in your pleased moans and whines as he puts his mouth on you, his teeth scraping along your skin just to make you shiver for him. Any and every reaction you can make he wants to pull from you, he wants to see just how much he can tease you.

“Have you– hah– had your fill?” he’s making you impatient, your thighs rubbing against each other pitifully.

One of his hands is groping your tit, his mouth on the other. Barely willing to part to answer you, “Of you?” His tongue flicks against your nipple, “Never.”

You give him your best begging look, eyes pleading with him to stop teasing. You could verbally beg him and it’d probably be easier but it’d give him a kind of satisfaction you don’t think he deserves. Not after he stole flowers from someone’s garden.

As he looks at you, you can almost see his cheeks tint a pretty shade of pink from the way you’re looking at him. He curses under his breath, “Stop looking at me like that,” he frowns, knowing he’s already been bested, “Fine, you win.”

“And what’s my prize– ah!–” Suddenly you’re lifted in the air and hauled over Toji’s shoulder.

He stomps through the house quickly, “A good fuck.”

“You’re so crude,” you mumble at him.

“You don’t seem to mind when I’m stuffing you full of my dick,” he counters.

He drops you onto the bed, watching your tits jiggle from the fall. Smirk plastered on his face as he leers at you.

“Why are you so huffy?” you cross your arms over your chest.

Toji can’t tell you that he’s mad about you getting him to fold with a single look, so instead he replies, “Because… you’re still wearing pants.”

“Hmmm…” you hum curiously, easily slipping out of them. Already knowing why he’s really frustrated when you look up at him in the same way as before, “Is that better?”

His teeth clench, nearly grinding them. You make him feel so weak for you and he doesn’t feel it’s fair, “You’re getting to be too sly.”

“You think?” Blinking up at him before adding, “I wonder where I’d learn something like that?”

A grin on his face as his hands start working on ridding himself of his pants, “You’re lucky you’re cute,” he repeats your words from earlier.

“I think hot… or maybe sexy?” You rest back on your palms as you watch him strip for you, deeply admiring the view.

Once he’s undressed, he moves in closer and grabs your face by your cheeks. Squeezing them together so that your mouth is in an exaggerated pout, “How about adorable?”

He lets go and you offer, “What about fuckable?”

“Well, that was never in question for me, doll.” He tilts his head at you, “Roll over.”

Easily rolling over onto your stomach for him, not even bothering to lift yourself onto your hands and knees. You’re choosing to test him and his patience instead. Unable to see when it happens but you just know he rolled his eyes at your literal interpretation of his words.

A hand is planted on the bed by your head as he crawls over top of you, his other hand trailing its fingers up your side, tickling you. You squirm under him and that hand grips your hip, holding you still, “I thought you were begging for it earlier?”

“Did you hear me beg for it?” you retort.

His words are by your ear, smile in his voice, “Do you want me to make you beg for it?”

Worried he might actually follow through on that threat, you try goading him, “I was promised a good fuck for my win, or are you scared you can’t deliver?”

“You know…” he nuzzles against your face, “…This is only making me want to tease you more.” He ponders, “I wonder just how sexually frustrated I could make you…”

“Toji,” you whine at him.

“Tapping out already?” he chuckles at you, blowing cool air against your ear, “Where’d your fight go?”

You try raising your hips for him but he’s still got his hand on you, holding you down to the mattress, “Come on, Toji. Just give me what you promised.”

Moving back and away from your face to rest on his knees, taunting, “Did you hear me promise anything.” His hands are on your ass, groping and pulling at your cheeks. Whistling low when he pulls you apart for his greedy eyes to look at, “Aw, you’re so wet, doll.” His voice laced with faux pity.

“Can you do something to help?” You look back at him, his eyes preoccupied with staring shamelessly at your cunt.

His tongue licks over his lower lip, “I could think of a thing or two.”

The hands on your ass cheeks move to your hips, tugging you up swiftly. Your back immediately arching for him, putting yourself on lewd display without him even asking you too. A hand smooths over your back, following the indecent curve of your spine. You can tell he’s smug with how he hums at you.

“Be good for me now, hmm?” He slaps his dick against your cunt, grinning when your hips move back at him.

“That– hah– depends on youuu– Ah!–” He’d started slipping inside you while you were speaking, cutting your words off with a shameless moan.

A shudder runs through his body at the tight grip you have on him, “Oh, does it?”

Such a bastard, he knows damn well whatever you would’ve retorted with is lost when he’s slowly pushing inside you. Mind fuzzy and all you can focus on is the obscene way his cock stretches you open, beyond needy and turned on when you wriggle your hips back at him. Silently asking for more, words still failing you.

He stops you easily, holding you painfully still, “Give yourself– hah– a second, doll”

You always forget just how much of him there really is to take when he first gets inside you, something he doesn’t forget which is why he’s always begging you to pace yourself. His eyes rolling in pleasure with how hot you are around him, pulsing rhythmically, he really must’ve gotten to you earlier. The thought brings a satisfied smirk to his face.

Finding your voice only to say, “Hah– More.”

“You– hnn– need to wait,” he continues to hold you steady despite your protests.

“Don’t wanna.”

He gracefully gives you another couple inches, “I should play with your tits more often if it’s gonna make you this fuckin needy.”

“Don’t– hnn– don’t talk,” his voice is making your insides twist, if he’s not gonna fuck you full right now then he needs to shut up.

“Why? Don’t like the sound of my voice?” he leans down closer to you, just so he can speak right into your ear, “Or do you like it too much?”

You bite out, “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he bites the tip of your ear, snickering at the way you shudder under him. He gives you another couple inches, “You should tell me you love me; it is Valentine’s Day after all.”

Taking a measured breath in and out before replying to him, “I’ll– hngh!– love you when you put it all the way in.”

“I love you,” he purrs into your ear.

You’re already so on edge and he’s only being cruel now. “Hnn– I lo– ah!– ngh!–” Just as you’re about to tell him you love him as well; he thrusts into you completely. Your voice coming out as a shocked moan as you stammer around words that are unsalvageable.

“Hmm? Don’t think I– hah– quite caught that, doll,” his pelvis is flush to your ass, not moving.

Too busy trying to keep your wits about you to say anything snarky back to him, already on the verge of cumming with just how worked up he got you. Taking deep breaths as you try to focus on anything other than the way he’s stuffing you full, or his voice next to you.

Unfortunately for you, Toji catches on quick to what you’re struggling with and now he’s way too interested in getting you to finish like this. “You already gonna cum, doll?”

You shake your head at him as best you can, denying his accusation vehemently but with how you’re pulsing around him he knows you’re lying. A hand trails up your body and reaches around to your front, groping at your tit boldly. “You’re such a liar,” a breathless laugh leaving him. “Pretty pussy so snug around me,” he huffs, “Begging to get fucked.”

It’s such an effort to get out a simple, “B– be– hngh!– quiet, Toji.”

“Why should I?” He rolls your nipple between his fingers, “I love you.”

Whole body tensing as you cum around his dick, the low timbre of his voice as he told you he loved you again doing you in. Body twitching and spasming under him as you barely manage to bite back your moans. Your feet kicking against the mattress as you ride it out, not able to do much else.

An absolutely delightful sight for Toji, you’re cumming around him after he’s only just gotten balls deep and murmured a few words to you. Shockingly easy to get you to finish and he’s going to remember this about you until his last breath. He wants to move so bad but he’s not trying to kill you, the amount of self-control he has to summon for this moment is actively driving him crazy. You’re all whiny under him, squirming and jolting from your come down and he wants nothing more than to fuck you until you cry from how good he’s making you feel.

He presses kisses to your shoulder, “Are you still here?”

“Mhm,” you mumble out an affirmative. A strangled sound leaves you when he bites into your shoulder, the abruptness jolting you back to reality in a single moment. “Whyyy?”

Another kiss is pressed over the fresh mark, “Use your words next time.”

“…Bossy.”

“You seem fine now,” he chuckles.

Barely given a moment to register his declaration before he’s pulling out, the heavy drag of his cock making all your limbs tingle pleasantly. His thrust back into you is harsh and quick, jolting your whole body, head suddenly up in the clouds with how sensitive you still are. Clawing at the bed below for some kind of grounding, mouth slackened as you moan shamelessly.

The wet sounds of him fucking into you filling your ears, unable to register much of anything but that. Damn near drooling onto the bedding below as his tip abuses your cervix over and over, and despite how fucked dumb he’s already got you; you’re trying to arch into him more. Something that Toji finds incredibly endearing, lifting himself back and up to have a better view of you below him.

His hand presses into your back, “What’s– hnn– wrong, doll? What’s got you– hah– fuck– so needy today?”

He’s always asking you questions when he knows you’re in no state to answer coherently, turning your face into the bed, trying to stifle your moans and hide the tears that are threatening to fall. Something that Toji isn’t going to let you do, a grumble coming from behind him as he reaches out and turns your head back to how it was. A hand stays on the back of your neck, not letting you hide from him again.

“Where do ya think you’re going, doll?” his smile is big as he spots the tears in your lash line.

You want to shake your head at him but can’t manage it with the hand on the back of your neck. Lower lip trembling with your pleasure, eyes almost completely unseeing as the tears cloud your field of vision. He’s hitting so deep and you feel so full – it’s too good – especially with how you just came.

“Ah, you’re so pretty right now,” he compliments you. “I’m– hnn– gonna move my hand but you’re gonna stay like that for me aren’t ya?”

“Mhm,” you mumble out before remembering his earlier words, “Y– hng!– ye– yeah”

“Good.” He pulls his hand back off your neck, both now on your hips.

Adjusting you how he pleases and then knocking out what little breath was left in your lungs with the increase in his pace. This is what he wanted, to be able to see all of you from above. Revelling in the way your greedy cunt sucks him back in every time he goes to pull out, cock coated obscenely in your slick. The bed no doubt a huge mess below the pair of you, he knows you’ll be embarrassed about it later and he’ll be teasing you for it.

In love with how messy you get when he fucks you, just more evidence of how responsive you are to him. Eyes stuck on the way he disappears inside you, dick pulling out shiny with how wet you are. Already having creamed around him, white ring around the base of himself. His eyes nearly roll at it all, he’s so unbelievably turned on that he feels like he’s gone feral. His hands pull at your ass cheeks, wanting to see more, he’s shameless as he leers at your pussy struggling to take all of him.

With how fast he’s slamming into you, you can feel your orgasm building quickly again, “Toji! Slow– hah– slow down– hng!– ah!– I’m gonna c– cum– hah– again!”

“Good,” he grits out, trying to focus on not blowing his load right now, “Cum again, doll– hngh– fuckin coat me in it.”

It doesn’t even take another thirty seconds before you’re cumming all over him, chest stuttering with broken moans as another orgasm rocks through you. Feeling so much more now with the way he continues fucking into you, not letting you rest like he did before.

His hands grip at you desperately, watching you come undone beneath him almost very nearly breaking his mind. He finds you so cute as you mumble out his name over and over, your body jerking with the aftershocks running through you.

Your voice cuts through him when you murmur out, “I– hngh– love you, Toji.”

An involuntary shudder spiking through his body as he cums abruptly, the suddenness of it shocking him. Brain lagging behind his body, cumming before he realises it and when he does, he’s slamming his hips into you and holding there. Grinding into you to ride out his high, wanting you to be stuffed full even after he pulls out.

After he’s come down some, he reluctantly pulls himself from you but only because he knows your body has to be aching. His hands laying you gently back onto the bed, hovering closer to your face to check on you. Finger coming up to wipe a tear from your eye, you blink lazily up at him, eyes glassy and fucked out.

“I love you,” he kisses your cheek.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Toji,” you mumble out hoarsely, after a beat adding, “I can’t believe you stole those flowers…”

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lunajay33 · 9 months ago

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Where’s my Wife?

Summary: Being pregnant Daryl made sure you were always safe but when the wall of Alexandria fell you had no choice but to run, when Daryl gets back he’s stressed trying to find you

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x f!reader

•Masterlist•

“Are you sure you have to go?” I asked running my hand through his hair, feeling him gently lean into my touch

“I gotta go, I’m doin this for you and the baby, can’t risk them walkers gettin out and headin here” he said as he gripped my hips

“Okay but just….just be careful okay? Please come back to me…to us”

“I’ll be back sunshine” he smiled as he got on his bike, the smile that was reserved for me and me only

“I love you D”

“Luv ya too” and with that he was off following Abraham and Sasha

It took a long time for Daryl to be comfortable with saying I love you, I never pressured him I knew what he’s been through and that this whole relationship thing was new to him so we went at his pace, we met at the quarry first when the world went to hell, he found me in the woods alone about to get eaten by a walker but he was there in time shooting the walker in the head with an arrow, since then he’s protected me, first our relationship was quiet just spending time together in silence, but slowly he got more confidence and started being back little gifts from his trips, flowers, bracelet, my favourite drinks and snacks I had mentioned, eventually along the way I became his girl, everyone in our group knew it and didn’t dare do anything that could risk my life

Walking along the streets I made my way towards the communal kitchen craving some chocolate, hopefully Carol was there to let me have a whole bar

Walking through the door the cool air hit me, refreshing from the hot summer heat

“Hey sweetie, are they gone already?” Carol asked as she was rummaging through the food supplies

“Yeah I don’t know something feels off, I’m just nervous I can’t lose him Carol” I sigh sitting on a chair after taking the chocolate out of the fridge, my legs aching from the extra weight

“There’s always a risk going out there but it’s Daryl, he always comes back, just try to get your mind off of it…..how’s the baby?”

“Oh she’s good, kicking a lot, she loves when Daryl talks to her”

“Her?”

“Just a feeling, call it mothers intuition”

“I never would have guessed that thee Daryl Dixon would be having a baby, you’ve really changed him, he’s the happiest with you”

“Thanks Carol, means a lot…I should probably go watch the perimeter, Daryl told me to take it easy”

“Okay be careful hun”

I walked the back wall for a while everything was secure except a little opening at the bottom of one of the panels, it wasn’t too big, not big enough for a walker to slide through so I thought nothing of it, that is until screamed started erupting in the streets, seeing men dressed in black murdering people left and right, I didn’t have enough time to get to a house so I went to the opening in the fence, I kicked it a few times inching it open just a bit more, trying to crawl through desperately feeling the fence cut up my side but this was my only choice to live to protect both me and the baby, finally I got through running through the woods, dodging any walkers that were in the path, eventually I made it to a tree house Daryl had showed me a little farther out of Alexandria, climbing the tree as best I could being exhausted and 8 months pregnant

Slumping down in the run down tree house, feeling the adrenaline wear off, who were those people? Who did they hurt and kill? Where was Daryl and how was I gonna get back when I didn’t know when it was safe

Taking a few breaths to calm myself knowing all this stress and pressure on the baby wasn’t good and I couldn’t afford to go into premature labour, the sun was finally setting and the weather was becoming colder, thankfully there was a few blankets in the corner we had brought out here for when we needed a get away

The crickets eventually lulled me to sleep, hoping that when I woke in the morning everything would be okay again

Daryl pov

After getting shot and the walkers breaking off I just need to get home to protect the only one I’ve every truly loved, she gave me hope when I was finally giving up being pushed around by Merle, when I found her in the woods I knew she was special, never in my life did someone make me feel safe and loved, it was confusing but she never pressured me, then the day on the road she told me she was pregnant I was terrified, we were exhausted low on food and water and she was the only thing keeping me from going off the deep end but she never lost hope that we’d find a home again and like magic the next day we were in Alexandria

The three of us got back to Alexandria to it being run over by walkers, with quick thinking we set the lake on fire and finished off the remaining walkers, running everywhere i screamed for her, slowly the sun was rising when carol came up to me, thankful she was still okay

“Carol have ya seen y/n? I can’t find her”

“I don’t know she came by the kitchen and then she went to watch the perimeter she said then all those wolves came in and I tried to look for her but there was no time”

I ran to the back wall knowing that’s where she usually watched since it had the most shade, finally getting there I searched the wall noticing a break, looking closer there was blood on the ground and covering the edge of the metal, I smashed it open more throwing my crossbow out first before I pushed through, she had to be out her there’s no way I’ve lost her

Normal POV

The sun beamed through the opening of the tree house waking me from the half decant sleep I had, throwing the dusty blanket to the side I sat up groaning as I forgot about the jagged cut that littered my side

Gazing out of the opening making sure the coast was clear I slowly maneuvered my way down the tree cautious of the baby and my wound, my feet hit the ground and an immense pain shot through my belly as my legs became covered in liquid

“Oh no”

She had decided this was the perfect moment to come out, panicked I made my way back to Alexandria hoping everything has settled and the one person I need right now is back home

As I was making my way through the forest twigs snapped alerting me of something, rather it be a walker than one of those people, but when I approached the noise a shaggy haired man came into few and my heart leapt

“Daryl!” I sighed in relief right before a contraction ripped through my body, leaning against a tree groaning as the pain grew

“Angel what’s wrong?” He asked scared as his hand pressed against my back

“She’s coming Daryl, little Dixon is on her way, the stress must have triggered this”

“I’ll get ya both home and safe” he picked me up like I weighed a feather until we were at the gates

“I was so worried about you D, those men attacked and I didn’t know what was happening I just knew I had to protect myself and this baby”

“Shit happened I wanted to come back but couldn’t risk it, I was lookin all night fer ya” he said laying me down on the bed of the little infirmary

“I’m just glad you’re back”

Hours of excrutiating pain came to an end when the sound of little cries echoed in the room

“She’s here, ya were right sunshine” Daryl smiled as he held our little girl close, wrapping her in a little white blanket

He sat on the bed next to me showing me the most adorable baby I’ve ever laid my eyes on

“She’s beautiful D! What should we name her?”

“How bought Lexi?” His suggestion shocked me

“Really? Why Lexi?”

“Don’t know always liked it I guess”

“Then Lexi it is, our little baby girl Lexi!”

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kombuuuu · 2 years ago

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Miles 42 headcanons?

no one asked but i’ll deliver !!

Miles!42 x Fem!Reader random headcanons

also a lot of snippets :)

You/Reader: Blue

Miles Morales: Purple

Mama Rio/Rio Morales: Pink

Uncle Aaron/Aaron Morales: Orange

Random/stranger: Black

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gift giving love language duhhh

Will have you walk with him through malls and whatever you look at for a second too long he buys

You don’t catch on until you’re both eating at a nice restaurant, absentmindedly staring at some plant when a lull in conversation happens.

He purchases the plant.

“Fuck you mean I can’t buy it?”

“Sir, the plants aren’t for sale, this is a dining establishment.”

“Establish the fact I’m gettin’ that plant.”

“Sir—“

50 bucks down and a plant 🆙

He will damn right die if you refuse him. He’ll get all grumpy and pouty when you say he should save for a house, not for you.

convinced you just get shy when bought things (you do).

is even more motivated to buy things

“Miles, baby, you need to save up. Not spend on me!”

“This would look so good on you, Ma.”

“Are you listening??”

“Fuck, and this.”

“Oh my god.”

gets so jealous it’s unbelievable

but only when someone goes too far with you

it’s like 1–100 real quick

he’s not usually the prowling type (ha)

but when someone pushes the line he loses his shit

other than that he’s a supportive bbg all the way

“Wanna go home with me, butterface?”

“Fuck you just say?”

“Nothing homie just get outta here.”

“Say that shit again ‘homie’.”

“Chill the fuck out. Let the lady speak for herself.”

“I’ll fucking speak for my girl all I want, homeboy.”

maybe got a liiiiittle bit of an anger issue

guy went home with a broken nose and a missing tooth

better hope he can afford fill ins

he would never get mad at you though

he gets frustrated you don’t listen sometimes, but it’s never to the point of anger

feel like he has the patience of a fucking SAINT

calm and collected baby u know the deal

“Mami, we gonna have a problem?”

“”

“Didn’t think so.”

a SWEETHEART at times

stand by him being raised right

mama rio taught him to be a romantic

wanted him to take after his dad

so flowers and gifts and chocolates

followed by lovin of any kind

probably a baby for affection but doesn’t show it

so when you get all emotional about being gifted roses for the first time

and hug him and smother him

give him stupid little kisses all over

he’s fainting

poor boy doesn’t know love like u show him

“Baby, are these for me?”

“Yeah, Chiquita. They okay?”

“Wh… They’re perfect.”

“Are you cryin’? I can return ‘em.”

“No! No, no, don’t do that.

I love them, C’mere.”

when you guys get rlly comfortable, like a year and some dating, he ends up getting more chatty

willingly talking w you for hours

feels like you’re the only person he can rlly do that with

rambles so rarely that you kind of just sit in awe when it happens

doesn’t catch himself until he’s trying to name your future kids

“I’ll marry you one day, we’ll have like two, three kids. Get all nice an cozy.

You want a boy or girl? I kinda want both. Definitely not girl first, never having a girl without a brother to protect ‘er.

You’d be such a good Mami.

What’d you wan’ name ‘em? I have a few ideas—“

“..”

“But you could choose the girl cause I don’t know any pretty names. And i’ll choose—“

“..”

“You gon’ let me keep goin?”

“I love your voice.”

“Tranquila, mami.”

Takes you to every family event he ever has

sits you regularly with Rio and Aaron

they insist you call them uncle and ma

you do, obviously

miles doesn’t need to meet your family if you don’t want him to, but if he ever does he’s totally suave with them

like weirdly smooth

able to get on ur carers good side quick

when you meet his extended family they’re just as loving

his whole family is this bright dash of colour

and you fit right the fuck in

“¡Oh, hija estás preciosa!”

“Dice la estrella de la fiesta!”

“You flatter me, Hija.”

“Miles, come get your girl.”

“You look nice too, Uncle Aaron.”

“..Thanks, kid.”

“Hey Mami, havin’ fun?”

“Aight, I’m out.”

when you find out he’s the prowler you’re not really shocked

he’s hella nervous to tell you and kinda puts it off for a while

as long as you’re not in harms way, nothin matters, yeah?

the guilt eats him alive

he’s already lost so much, if he doesn’t do things right with you, then loses you too

he’d probably lose himself

so he tells you

“The Prowler?”

“Yeah.”

“The.. Panther guy I keep seeing on the news-?”

“Mm.”

“Miles are you—

..—Are you killing people?”

“Mami, it’s not like that—“

“oh my god.”

“These men— I kill,”

“Oh my god, oh my god.”

“,They’re bad, you understand.”

“Miles..”

“[Name]. Do you understand?”

“Yeah.. Yeah I understand.”

“You can’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t.”

“…”

“Are you mad.”

“I’m not happy.”

“Okay.”

you’re kind of devastated he’s killing people

but you eventually get it

like it takes a while

say a month or so

but you forgive quick

i mean, who knows what those men are doing, right?

(ur delulu but it’s ok)

he lets you have your space but talking with mama rio when she realises your absence knocks some sense into him

mans is going to GROVEL

he will fucking beg on his damn knees

knocks on your door and is already kneeling

will plead with you to come back to him

like i said a whole ass romantic

you know what’s romantic? a man who can get on his knees

he will suffocate you in gifts and affection

oh you like (insert sanrio esc character) ? look over there at that lifesize plushie woahhhh wonder who that’s forrrrrr

“Hello?”

“Mami, don’t close the door.”

“Miles, go home.”

“And please stop kneeling, the floor is dirty.”

“I’m not leaving ‘til you hear me out.”

looooong sigh

“Okay, fine— whatever, come inside. You have two minutes.”

“God, I missed you. You’re so beautiful Chiquita.”

“Three minutes.”

You talk it out easy, he’s a real smooth talker when he wants to be

“Okay Miles, I’ll see you tomorrow yeah?”

“Yeah, Ma. See you soon.”

“Wh—.. What is that?”

“Ohhh…”

“Why the fuck is it so big?”

“It said “Life Size” on the site? I was thinking like two feet tall.”

“You bought that?”

“Yeah.. I was thinkin’ you wouldn’t let me in. Would have to bribe you.”

“…That’s really cute.”

Annnnnd that’s all i can come up with i’ll probably do more later :P

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 1 year ago

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Catch My Breath

The first kiss.

Set in Christmas Eve 2022, after the events of Call of Duty Modern Warfare II.

Pairing : Simon “Ghost” Riley x Charlotte “Jade” Le Jardin (OC), Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Eleanor "Ladybug" Graham (OC) Characters : Simon "Ghost" Riley, Charlotte "Jade" Le Jardin (OC), Captain John Price, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick Eleanor "Ladybug" Graham (OC), Alejandro Vargas Word Count : ~ 9600 Warning : Fluff with a slight bit of angst, a touch of hurt/comfort, and good ol’ cursings.

Bulky McT 🧼 : ‘Dont forget to come to cpt prices house today.’

You : ‘Of course not. I’m still at the orphanage for christmas gifts exchange. As soon as I'm done I'll be there :)’

Bulky McT 🧼 : ‘Good’

Bulky McT 🧼 : ‘Gaz is making some bangin biscuits and scones’

Jade smiled at her phone as she chatted with Soap. Her mouth already watering from imagining the taste of Gaz’s cooking on her tongue. According to Soap’s and Ladybug’s testimony, his chocolate biscuits were second to none.

You : ‘Wouldn't miss it even if I die.’

Bulky McT 🧼 : ‘Alright. See ya.’

She bit her lip. There's one more question she wanted to ask though. She contemplated asking Soap this or not.

Her thumbs moved across the screen slowly.

You : ‘Is Ghost coming?’

When Soap had invited her to the dinner five days prior, all Jade could think about was whether or not Ghost would be joining. Their one week together in Las Almas made her feel… something. Something really, really good. Something she hadn’t felt in what felt like an eternity. He earned a friend in Alejandro, Rudy, Soap, and Ghost, especially, whom she’d thought of as a real piece of work back in Verdansk. Oh, how foolish she was.

He was the best part about Las Almas.

Dammit. What was she thinking?!

By the end of Chicago, after they eliminated Hassan, Ghost and Jade had traded phone numbers. Jade had his numbers and named it “💀💢 Beanpole 💀💢”, after the nickname she gave to him before they knew each other’s name. They haven’t texted at all. Ghost wasn’t the kind to text first, that much was clear to everyone who knew him. And neither was Jade. In fact, she didn’t know what to text him first. A “hi”? A…

What else?

What do people text each other when they’re trying to get to know each other? She had no goddamn clue. Well, she knew what to text when she wanted to get intel from an unassuming target, but she didn’t want intel from Ghost.

She just wanted to know if he was okay, if he was fine, if the gash on his shoulder was healing well. Because of course, in her 29 years of life, a serious romance wasn’t a luxury that she could afford in her line of work in MI6. She took that lesson from her parents who literally had to ‘die’ first in order to even start. The point is, none of them texted first. They’re just another series of numbers in their contact list.

An animation of dots showed up, indicating that Soap was typing.

He’d typed for a few seconds before the animation stopped for a moment, and then started typing again. He must be changing his response.

Bulky McT 🧼 : ‘If there's food he should be there.’

Oh? ‘... should be there’. That meant Ghost was not with Soap at the moment, and he didn’t know whether or not Ghost would be coming along. A week in Las Almas was enough for Jade to know that Ghost had grown closer to Soap as a friend-brother figure. The fact that Soap might not know his whereabouts was not a surprise, though. He’s the Ghost after all.

But she couldn’t help but think, where was he?

What did Soap type?

“Chacha! Can you help me a bit here? We're about to start the event!”

Jade looked up from her phone, her ginger hair falling on her shoulders as she tucked her phone back in her pocket, swiftly walking over to one of her co-workers, Esther, an elderly soft-looking lady who volunteered for the orphanage - her former orphanage. This place held a lot of bittersweet memories, and it made her who she was.

Her legs brought her to one of the high ladders leaning onto one of the walls of the dining hall. She took many mistletoes from the decoration boxes and swiftly climbed the ladder, hanging the vegetation one by one with ease.

“Do we need this many mistletoes?” Jade asked while her hands worked. “At this point we’re gonna kiss someone by accident.”

“Of course not, what are you talkin’ about?!” Esther’s loud laugh almost broke Jade’s ears. “It’s Christmas, Chacha. The church had an overflow of mistletoes from the donations. If there's a day where we can add as many mistletoes as we can, it’s now. Let's call the kids over.”

“Alright. Let's start this shall we?”

—

The sound of Jade’s boots rang throughout the pavement as she hurried over to Price’s house. She travelled by public transportation from Surrey as she didn't have a car with her (plus she’s not much for driving safely - fake driving licence and… all that). She looked down at her watch to see 7 PM as the cold night finally settled. Each of her breaths turned to clouds in the air, shivering as she didn't have her outer jacket with her right now. She’s never one to be unprepared, but after one of the kids got too excited about getting a Lego toy and spilt a whole glass of apple juice onto her jacket, Jade had to fight through the cold with her trusty turtleneck and only one layer of thin knitted jacket as an outer, clutching the soaked coat close to her chest.

Finally, after what felt like an hour of walking, Jade reached the front of Price's house, immediately knocking on the wooden door three times. She looked up at the massive three-story building made out of bricks, that had a good space in the front yard. The building looked old like a family heirloom, but she could tell that it was pretty much taken care of. There’s a pair of trees that had shed all their leaves for the winter and had a decent amount of vegetation on either side of the doors.

Jade looked back at the front yard. There were three cars parked in front, and she assumed that one of them belonged to Price, the other two should belong to either Gaz’s, Soap’s, or Ghost’s.

The wooden door opened. She expected Price as the owner of the house to welcome her, instead, it was Eleanor, Gaz’s very own Ladybug who immediately screeched on top of her head. “JAAAADEEE!!! You’ve finally arrived!” The medic bursted out of the door hugging her figure so tight Jade might’ve folded. A beautiful burgundy sweater around a tan shirt wrapped her figure perfectly, and of course, with her wavy dirty blonde hair tied on the back with the ribbon Gaz gave her, worn out as it could be.

“Hey Lady! I miss you so much!!” The ginger greeted warmly all the while trying her best to stay balanced on her feet or else she’d fall five steps down to the ground on her back. As Lady pulled away, she gave room for Jade to step inside the warm house, taking a glance at Jade’s look.

“Whoa. You only wear two layers? You’re shivering!”

“Yeah. Apple juice all over my jacket, but don’t mind it.” She chuckled as she took off her jacket and coat to hang them on a standing coat hanger on the side of the door, “Have the others arrived?”

“You’re the last one. I came early with Kyle to bake the cookies and help Price with the food. Soap came second bringing sacks of snacks and drinks, and Ghost had just arrived before you, about 45 minutes ago.”

That caught Jade’s attention, her heart beat a little faster just at the mention of his name. “Just? Isn’t the Captain’s invitation at 5 PM?”

“Yeah. It looked like he was coming back from somewhere though.”

Somewhere?

Lady’s eyes half blinked, looking at her teasingly. “...Am I sensing something here?”

“What? No. No. It's just that he’s um… usually an on-time kind of man.” Jade tried her best to act indifferent, looking away from her to observe the doorway decorations.

“Oh really? I see, I see.” Ladybug nodded, “Because I might have heard some stuff from Kyle~”

Jade’s eyes opened wide at the statement, her mind already racing at the thought of what Gaz had said to his girlfriend. “What did he sa–”

“There’s me trusty Ginger!”

A voice which she could identify from a mile away as Soap’s, called to her. Donning the green military-issued sweater above his uniform, which he rolled to the elbow, he walked in both women’s directions with a chocolate biscuit in hand.

“Well hello there, Ocean Eyes.” Jade softly hugged Soap’s ever-bulky body while he patted her back several times. “How's your arm? Healing well?” She remembered how Soap got shot by Graves in Las Almas and how both of them, along with Ghost, had to survive the Shadow’s manhunt in the city. Even in Chicago he had to force through it.

“You’re one to talk. How's your side?” Soap pointed at her left side while munching through his biscuit.

“You got hit?! Where?!” Ladybug, who’d been in Urzikstan to help Farah and Alex for nearly a year after Barkov’s demise, hadn't been updated much about Las Almas. Looked like Gaz left that tiny little detail.

“She did get hit.”

“No! No no. I didn't get hit per se. We were… breaking into the Las Almas prison to free Alejandro and the Vaqueros - a little bullet missed my hip, but it did leave a teeny tiny graze.” Jade made a little gesture with her thumb and index fingers.

“It wasn't.” Soap retorted, which made Ladybug look even more concerned. “You almost fell from the prison walls during our escape and LT had to catch you and carry yo–”

“ANYWAY.” Jade tried to dismiss the conversation away from Ladybug’s growing unease. “It was quite literally us four against a thousand. So we had our own hits. It was a month ago, right? I literally walked my way here! See? Now. Where's the man of the house?”

“Thought you want to camp in that doorway.” Price's gravelly voice called from the living room, his head peaking out from one of the walls. “Come in and close that damned door will ya? The forecast said it’s going to rain snow unless you muppets want to shovel the snow.”

With Jade closing the door, they all walked together towards the interior of the house, where the warmth from the fireplace radiated throughout the room cozily. And holy shit. The word ‘family heirloom’ could perfectly describe the house. Some of the furniture looked like it was carved specifically for the house, soft carpets covered some parts of the wooden floor, and portraits of whom she assumed as the former Prices hung on the walls. The exterior of the house didn’t do the property justice at all. Soap had said that this was the Captain’s own house which he’d left mostly abandoned since he resided in Herefordshire. She wouldn’t lie, if Price turned out to be a secret old money she wouldn’t be surprised.

Jade’s eyes found Gaz at the kitchen island wearing the same exact outfit as Soap and Price, but with an apron around his waist while he pulled out another batch of chocolate cookies from the oven. Gaz noticed her presence when Ladybug approached him and pointed her way. “Oh, Jade! Come here and eat the salmon. You’re not allergic to fish aren’t you?” This sight of Gaz was pretty surprising for her. He seemed more cheerful and open around Ladybug, contrasting to his serious demeanour in the field. It was refreshing, to say the least.

Jade put down her bag on one of the sofas where Price sat on the edge of it, shuffling a deck of cards in his hands skilfully. “Nope, no allergies. Have all of you eaten yet? Sorry I’m late.”

“We have, and apparently my Ladybug over here is a vacuum cleaner of food.” Gaz was replied with an elbow to the rib by his partner.

Taking her own plate of baked salmon, Jade watched from just enough distance as Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ladybug played a game of poker on the desk. The atmosphere was tense from the rivalry but hearty at the same time, their laughs filled the room as Price caught Soap hiding a card on his sleeves, which resulted in a 50 push-up penalty for the Scot. Apart from the chaos, Jade couldn’t help but find herself trying to find that one particular big man.

The memories of sharing sleepless nights together on the rooftops of Fuerzas Especiales base rushed down her mind. Those moments made up the few moments of peace that they could muster up from the chaos of Las Almas. Just the both of them, the night sky, two cups of tea, and the lights from the city of souls. All those times they spent together completely with his mask on. Only when he decided to take off his mask in front of the 141 and Vaqueros did she ever see his face.

She’s good with faces. That’s an absolute requirement for her job. That image of his face was ingrained in her brain. How the black paints surrounded his surprisingly soft eyes, how the sun reflected his whiskey brown eyes and light eyelashes, the scars on his cheeks from wearing the mask, and his strong jaw.

Jade only wished she could enjoy the actual sight of it once more.

The former MI6 turned her head a number of times, making up blueprints of Price’s residency inside her mind. This house didn’t have a rooftop, and from the looks of it, all the bedrooms are located on the upper floors. Ghost likes looking out at the scenery, so he might’ve gone upstairs, broke into one of the many bedrooms and looked out on of the balconies as he sipped on a cup of tea. Considering how Ghost was, he’d break into his captain’s house without anyone knowing about it just fine.

All the while the others were playing, Jade finished her plate of grilled salmon and found her way towards the kitchen sink to wash the dishes. She came the latest, the least she could do was helping cleaning the kitchen area. That task came to a halt when her phone vibrated. She was confused at first, but when her eyes read ‘Col. Vargas 🤠’ on the screen, Jade immediately accepted the video call.

“Hola, Coronel! Como estas?”

“Hola, Compa! Muy bien, muy bien.” Alejandro's gravelly voice greeted her excitedly as his video showed on Jade’s screen. She could tell that the sun was still up in Mexico judging by the light on his face. He looks like he’s standing just outside his family’s house. Quite rare to see the colonel in other attire than his military ones, but as Jade saw his blue shirt tucked inside his blue jeans, she couldn’t help the snicker that came out of her mouth. She remembered that Alejandro had revealed to her privately that he had two beautiful daughters who lived in Mexico City with their maternal grandparents. “I’m in Mexico City with my family to celebrate Christmas. We’re about to head to church for the Christmas Eve sermon.” Alejandro continued in Spanish, but something caught his eye. “Wait, Jade. Where are you? Is that Soap?”

Jade lifted the phone above her head to help him see the place clearly, “Yes, that’s Soap, Captain Price, Gaz, and that’s Eleanor, Gaz’s girlfriend.” She said in his language. Her fingers pointed at each soldier as they slammed their cards on the table, chaos ensuing in the middle of them. “This is Captain Price's house in London. He invited us all for dinner, and now that it’s done, they’re playing poker, aggressively.”

Now it’s Alejandro’s turn to laugh. “I’m assuming they’re on their second bottle of whatever alcohol they’re consuming.”

“Yep. Looks like Captain Price is richer than he lets on. He has 4 bottles of wine from the 1800s! Can you believe it?!”

Jade and Alejandro continued their video call, sitting in her former position on the sofa. Despite Soap’s slight dislike that they were conversing in Spanish as he couldn’t understand what they were talking about, Jade kept on going. Jade learned that Rudy stayed in Las Almas to rebuild and restore the city after the Shadows wreaked havoc, encouraging Alejandro to leave the city and unite with his family.

“So. Onto the most important topic…” Alejandro’s voice sounded deeper and his eyebrows lifted. Jade had learned after a thrilling week working together that those were a sign that he was onto something cheeky. “Where’s the Ghost?”

Again, Jade’s heart beat faster at the mention of his name, and her stomach grew warmer. Damn it. “Um, I don’t know where he is. He is here somewhere in Price’s house, but… I haven’t seen him yet.”

“He’s there? Have you tried the rooftops?”

“This house doesn’t have a rooftop. It does have a lot of rooms with balconies, though. But I didn’t see any open window from the outside.” Her head started to look side to side, “ I don’t know if this house has a back or side entrance, he might be somewh– Alejandro!!” Jade stopped when she realized that Alejandro was laughing his belly off.

“You’re looking for him too, don’t you?” The colonel guffawed. “Aaah, You should’ve seen your face when you were explaining where he is to me.”

“That’s–”

“Look. I wished you luck with him back in Las Almas. It’s only natural that I asked for ‘updates’!”

“Keep fighting the good fight, hermano.” “To the bitter end, my brother.” Soap handshook the Mexican colonel and sergeant as they were about to leave Las Almas. He then turned around and tapped Ghost’s shoulders twice, heading towards the rear end of the aircraft to unite with Price and Gaz. The lieutenant though, stood still on the tarmac a few steps behind Jade. “Good luck amigos y amiga.” Jade hugged Rudy warmly, tapping her back a few times before holding out her hand to handshake Alejandro. Instead of a handshake, Jade saw a wide grin on Alejandro’s face and opened his arms wide, indicating that he was waiting for a hug as well. “Come here, Hermana!” Jade chuckled, expecting that a handshake wouldn’t be enough for the Mexican. She obliged by stepping forward and warped her arms around Alejandro’s figure. What Jade didn’t see though, was how Ghost’s body tensed slightly behind her. Alejandro sneakily observed the man’s movement, looking visibly uncomfortable. No matter how skilled Ghost was at appearing as still as he could, Alejandro could see that this skill of his just disappeared when he was in Jade’s presence. Before Alejandro let go, he lowered his voice and spoke to Jade’s ear. “Que te vaya bien con el fantasma.” ‘Good luck with the Ghost.’ Jade blushed profusely when she translated that sentence in her mind, stepping away from the hug to punch his shoulder lightly “ey!!” She looked over to his side, finding that Rodolfo was also grinning ear to ear. “I mean it, Jade.” Alejandro spoke in Spanish, tilting his head as a sign that he was serious. Jade’s head nodded in surrender a few times. As much as they wanted to converse more, her job wasn’t over yet. Her legs started to walk backwards, “Gracias, Alejandro, Rudy. Cuidate.” Alejandro observed as she turned around, finding Ghost’s waiting figure right in front of her. She then tapped his chest plate once, jogging her way towards Price, Gaz, and Soap on the aircraft. That sight made the colonel scoff, glancing at Rudy, who looked as amused as he was. Just as Ghost was about to turn around as well to join his teammates, Alejandro called to his name. “Ghost!” The lieutenant turned around. “No te pierdas carnal!” “A huevo!”

“The both of you have forced me and Rudy to watch a telenovela the entire time! Please tell me that you’ve at least done something together after Chicago.”

“We traded numbers…” She said nervously.

“And then? Did he text first?”

Jade grimaced, expecting that Alejandro wouldn’t react well to her next response. “We… haven’t texted at all.”

“NO MAMEEESSS!!” Ale facepalmed on the video call like he just watched the Mexican national football team fail to score a goal in a World Cup match. “Ghost… I swear… you need to do better.”

Jade stood up and walked over to the kitchen aisle yet again and put her phone on a leaning position on the wall, hoping that Alejandro’s shout of despair didn’t reach the other soldiers. “Well– what if he doesn’t want to continue this… whatever’s going on between us?” she grabbed a white mug and a cocoa mix, putting in 3 spoons of the choco powder inside. “You’ve seen how he is. I don’t want to hope too much.” Jade confessed to the colonel, pouring hot water on the mug and stirring the contents with a spoon until the sweet aroma hit her nose.

“Oh you don’t know that yet, right?” Ale replied, “Do you want to have a relationship with him?”

A relationship with Ghost?

That sounded crazy to say, but if she's being honest with herself, yes. Yes, she did.

“Yeah…” She started to walk towards the hallway on the side of the kitchen with the warm mug. The walkway looked narrow and led to the rear side of the house. She guessed that if this conversation was prolonged, they were going to need a place where Soap wasn’t shouting his lungs off. Her green eyes looked to the end of the room, where a wooden door similar to the front door was present in front of her. A back door perhaps?

“Okay. Now one of you needs to start. Ghost clearly isn’t starting because he’s a stupid, bad man. But maybe you can convince him that you’re worth his time.”

Worth his time? “How?”

“Start by finding him.”

The former MI6 walked towards the back door and glanced over the glass parts where the outer side of the house was visible. Just then, she registered a man with a large frame, sitting on the stairs of the back porch. He wore the same attire as the rest of the SAS members - their military uniform covered with a military-issued sweater, and layered further with a familiar black jacket that she’d seen before in Chicago. The man had a mask over his head, but she could see that it was currently lifted up as he took a sip of what she assumed was bourbon.

That’s definitely Ghost.

“Jade? What happened?” Alejandro asked curiously as she stopped speaking earlier.

“I found him.” She muttered.

Alejandro’s lips curved, slowly forming a smile.

“The floor is yours, Jade.”

—

*5 hours earlier*

Johnny : 'LT. You’re coming, right?'

Ghost looked down at his phone, staring at the message that Johnny had sent him, not planning to text anything back.

He hated Christmas. No, he didn’t hate decors, the bright lights, the red, green, and white that coloured the streets and buildings around him. No, he’s not petty like that. He’s indifferent to it.

What he hated was how the month of December always reminded him of the darkest part of his life.

He lowered his phone and tucked it inside his pocket, going back to the sight of his family’s gravestones right in front of him. His mother, brother, sister-in-law, and nephew.

Ghost remembered the blood; the foul stench hitting his nose as he stood frozen, witnessing the lifeless bodies of his family – all surrounded by the colourful lights of red, green, and blue from the Christmas tree that they were decorating. If only he realized sooner that his enemies wouldn’t settle with torturing him. If only he wasn’t so naive and thought that his battles were done as soon as he was home. How wrong he was.

How fucking wrong he was.

Ghost’s tears had dried out a long time ago. Every Christmas Eve he always visited their graves. He’d cry for the first three years, but now he’d settle with staring at the stones, not a word coming out of his mouth. Just him, alone with that memory.

His phone vibrated again. Johnny’s still messaging him about the dinner at Price’s house. Ghost closed his eyes in annoyance and sighed, taking his phone and turning it on to find a few messages.

Johnny : ‘Captain said not to disturb you during Christmas week’

Johnny : ‘Idk what you’re doing now’

Johnny : ‘but I hope you’re enjoying yourself’

Ghost moved his thumb on the keyboard screen, wanting to text Johnny that he was not coming and to stop messaging him.

Johnny : ‘Also’

Johnny : ‘Jade’s coming’

His thumb paused right above the send key.

Fuck.

Why did his heart beat faster suddenly? What was this warmth in his stomach? His memories of his family’s death disappeared, and suddenly all the moments with Jade came down rushing through his mind.

The moment when they met – where they shot at each other in Verdansk, leaving a permanent mark on his left ear – The sleepless nights in Las Almas, the meaningless conversations, their moments in battle together. How beautiful she was when she kept her calm during pressing and stressful situations, the grace in her movements…

Fuck.

Fucking hell.

Ghost had read Price’s invitation two weeks before in their group chat. He already made up his mind from the beginning that he wasn’t coming. He never really enjoyed parties or any form of gathering at all. That’s how he’d been living for three decades of his life. Why did that one mention of her name from Johnny instantly change his resolve just like that?

He didn’t reply to Johnny at all, only leaving the two blue check marks indicating that he’d read Johnny’s messages.

And that… was how Ghost ended up sitting on Price’s back porch. The crescent moon was high in the sky. Little bits of snow started to fall down alongside the windy weather. For the first time of the day, he had his skull-painted balaclava up to his nose in order to take a sip from his glass of bourbon.

When he had arrived at Price’s front yard with his sedan, Ghost saw the amused surprise in Price, Gaz, and Lady’s faces, but he also took a glimpse of Johnny’s smirk on his lips. The sergeant now knew the way to his heart, and it infuriated him. God damn him.

The sun was already long gone by that time, and he could see that the others were already in the midst of eating their dinner.

He’d sneakily taken a glance around Price’s luxurious house.

No Jade yet.

Ghost had conversed for a while with Price, took his own plate of baked salmon, poured himself a glass of bourbon, and excused himself to the back door. For an hour and a half, he sat right there, slowly sipping on his alcohol. Just as he thought that she wasn’t coming and that Johnny had lied to him, the wooden door behind his back opened.

He turned around and found the woman herself.

Jade.

Her ginger hair was braided like usual, but stopped on the back of her head, letting the long hair run freely down her back and shoulders. The deep red turtleneck which usually looked out of place in warm weather such as Las Almas currently fitted perfectly on her figure. A green pair of wide pants hung from her hip, letting the fabric run freely downwards instead of wrapping around her legs like the jeans he’s used to seeing her wearing during their mission together.

Ghost caught her green eyes, reflected by the moonlight, and he could easily tell that she wore some sort of makeup. What the name was he couldn’t bother to remember, but she looked… beautiful.

His heart was already beating pretty fast from the alcohol, but now it’s going even faster, and don’t even start about the butterflies that were flying rampant inside his stomach right now.

She only stared at him, her breaths turning to cloud along with the vapour from the cocoa mug she was holding. For a few seconds, they stayed like that, until Jade finally started.

“Why aren't you inside? It's cold.”

Can you miss someone’s voice? Apparently you can, judging by the unexplainable sense of relief that washed over him after he heard her voice. The last time he heard her voice was back in Chicago, a month ago. He then turned around again, facing Price's plain backyard to try hiding any signs from his exposed mouth that she might read. The former MI6 had this scary skill to read every body language of any person. Sure, he had a mask up to his nose, but he wouldn’t take any chances.

“I don't like parties.” He replied.

“It's cold.”

“Better than whatever's going inside. And I have my friend right here to keep me warm.” He slightly lifted the bourbon glass, shaking it slightly to make the content swirl.

Jade hummed. She observed his glass and noticed the alcohol. For all their nights in Las Almas, Ghost always drank tea, never alcohol. Of course, they were in active duty, so drinking liquor could cost them so much, but he'd said himself that he pretty rarely drinks, since Ghost had confessed that he liked being in control of what he did. She wondered why he was drinking, but she let it go. Instead, Jade stepped two stairs down, and sat beside Ghost’s left, drinking her own cup of hot chocolate.

“Why are you here?” Now it's Ghost’s turn to start.

She wondered how to answer that. If she's being honest, the answer would be ‘to be with you’, but she deleted that response in her mind.

“I… don't really like parties.”

“…You don't look the type.”

She raised an eyebrow. “What’s ‘my’ type?”

Ghost took another sip from the glass, “Likes being around people. Gets your energy from a communal space.”

The former MI6 scoffed. “Fooled you right there. Maybe it’s just me, but being around people automatically sets me in observation mode. Don’t get me wrong, I like people. It’s just tiring.”

“Hm.”

Another few seconds of silence, before she continued. “What about you? Why are you here?”

“Gets noisy inside, especially if Johnny's starting to lose his grip on reality.” Ghost immediately answered, almost like he expected Jade to ask him that. “He’s a screamer.”

“Hey how's your graze wound? It's healing well right?

Jade suddenly asked, which surprised Ghost. He glanced at Jade, finding the woman herself looking straight into his brown eyes. He should admit, her face so close to his caught him off-guard, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding, creating a cloud in the air. Ghost then took a sip from his glass again before answering. “Yeah. I changed the dressing every once in a while. It's just a scab now. “ To be honest, he kind of forgot about the wound on his right shoulder. It was disgustingly painful during their time in Las Almas and Chicago considering how he must carry the chestplate and his gears on that shoulder. The memory of Jade tending to that wound of his at the safehouse came rushing down his brain.

“Okay, that's a relief then. Just make sure you don't scratch it or it'll open again.”

“I know the drill, Midget, I’m not a kid. This isn't my first rodeo. What about you?”

“Wh-what about me?”

“Your hip.”

The former MI6 sucked both of her lips between her teeth. “It’s fine.”

“Fine how?”

Jade now looked at Ghost’s brown eyes, intensely gazing at her own. He wasn’t taking ‘It’s fine’ as an answer. He was always an intense person. She suddenly remembered the feeling of being safe in his hands when he carried her towards the van, arms under her shoulder and knees when she couldn’t bear the pain in her hip any longer.

How Ghost had slept the whole night, in a sitting position on a chair beside her bed in the safehouse with his mask on, staying right by her side.

“Oi. Midget. I’m asking you.”

That snapped her out of her thoughts. “Huh? Yeah! It’s a bit itchy at times, but I can manage. It’s healing well.”

That answer seemed to finally satisfy him. “Hm.”

Jade went back to her hot chocolate, but Ghost didn’t leave her. He could see her shivering a little bit in the cold. The tip of her nose and ears had turned rosy.

“You cold?”

“Hm? No! No, not at all. Why?"

“You're shivering. And where's your jacket? A single layer of sweater won't help with this fucking weather.”

“Well– About that. I was at the orphanage for Christmas gift trading earlier before coming here. One of the kids got… too excited and spilt apple juice all over my jacket, so I had to take it off.” She admitted.

“What, you're gonna freeze yourself to death here? It's 1 degree out.”

“I don't want to be insiiiide.” Jade whined, almost childish. A sight Ghost would never admit he found cute.

“Your survival instincts are out of the damn window. I thought you were a seasoned MI6 black agent.” Somehow he found more ways to ridicule her.

The ginger scowled, pouting her lips before standing up “…Whatever, I'm going inside”

“Fuckin’ hell– stay. Stay here. Sit back down.” Ghost’s swift hand grabbed her forearm a bit too harshly, prompting her to balance her hand as a drop of her hot chocolate spilt out to the white snow below.

“Why? You want me to freeze to death?” Regardless, she sat back down, closer to his body now.

“You're the only company I've got that isn't annoying. So stay here.” Ghost unexpectedly moved his arms to take off his black jacket, revealing his green sweater underneath, and much to Jade’s surprise, his arms loomed over her and rested the dark clothing around her shoulders. Her bewilderment failed to hide itself when his hand patted her shoulder a couple of times to set it in place. “There. Better?”

Wow. It’s… warm. And most importantly, It’s his warmth.

One of her hands left the warm mug, softly tracing her fingers along the hem of the jacket to tuck it closer to her chest. “...Better.”

Shit. Ghost didn’t know the sight of Jade beneath his jacket would create more butterflies to fly like bees inside his stomach. In an attempt to suppress it, he sighed, leaning back and closed his eyes to take a deep breath.

…before he opened his eyes, finding a mistletoe hanging right above them, placed neatly. And purposefully. It’s like a damned grenade trap. “…Fuckin’ hell…”

“STOP SWEARING!!” Jade exclaimed, annoyed at his shortage of vocabulary. “You've said those words twice in the same mi– What are you looking at…?” Jade looked at Ghost, who was leaning back while his head hung backwards on his neck.

She looked up as well, finding the mistletoe that made him swear. “…oh, blimey.” There was not a single Christmas decoration on the back side of the house but this one. Price was a person who had a high attention to detail, but Christmas decoration was not one of them. Heck, he barely decorated the house at all. That thing was hung far too strategically.

Both Ghost and Jade were thinking of the same thing.

Soap.

Ghost sighed, “Just ignore it.”

“But it's bad luck though.” Jade thoughtlessly said.

“You don't really believe that, do you.”

“Well I don't! It's hanging vegetation. Still, I'm saying it could be true.” Her hands gestured at the mistletoe above her.

“What, you want a kiss?”

The woman gasped, almost offendedly. “HUH? KISS YOU??”

“Who else is underneath this fucking mistletoe?”

She joked, trying desperately to hide her panic at the thought of kissing him. “A ghost.”

“Fucking funny. Also what's with you? It's just one kiss.”

Jade stopped speaking. Her eyes widened as she pursed her lips. “Um…. I just don't…”

Confusion fell down Ghost’s half-masked expression, quickly reading her reaction, until he got to the conclusion. “...Don't fucking tell me you haven't had your first kiss yet.”

When he saw how Jade couldn’t respond anymore, Ghost pinched his forehead.“Bloody hell... Then why did you say you want it?!”

“I NEVER SAID I WANT IT??? I just said that the bad luck thingy could be true!”

“Well fuck us for five hundred years then!”

“DAMMIT– OKAY!! KISS ME!”

Those words perplexed him, not realizing that he was practically glaring at her that his eyes might come out of its socket. The ever-present black paint around his eyes didn’t help to ease the tension either. Jade herself didn’t know which thunder slapped her that she said those words. She wasn’t the kind of person to just spout things without thinking of the consequences first.

Ghost observed Jade’s face, trying to read her expression, to see whether or not she was joking or serious. Because in the deepest part of his heart, he’d hoped that she was joking. But even deeper, he hoped that she wasn’t. “…you don't mean that.”

Jade wondered if her mouth had disconnected from her brain. What she was saying came out literally the opposite of what her instincts were. “You heard me. You can kiss me. Just a peck though.” What was she thinking? This was NOT what she wanted to say. Or was it? “How many women have you kissed?” Aaand now she’s prying onto his past? Great job, Jade.

He used to be young, that’s for sure. Despite his father and brother mocking him and his mother for it, he used to go to school and met a few women during his learning days. Only two of them, though, and that was all before he got into military. He didn’t know what commitment was back in the day, and his ‘girlfriends’ didn’t know that either. “...a few.”

“Were they experienced?”

“Probably so.”

Okay, so he had some experience. That somehow made her feel easy. “Well… I have zero experience on the act. So… be gentle, okay?”

“…Fine.“ Ghost breathed as he put down his almost-empty glass on the stone staircase behind him, finding Jade doing the same.

The coldness of the wind prickled her skin, making her realize that this was not a dream. He’s about to kiss her, and it’s from a mistletoe. Out of nowhere, she remembered the overflow of mistletoe that the orphanage received earlier. Could that be a sign? Either way, she snapped back to her current state, where Ghost was visibly looking at her lips, and that sight made her heart drum twice the speed. At this point, she might explode. “Okay. So… what do I do? Do I tilt my head a little, or do I open my lips just a little bit? Should I lean in to kiss you too? Or like–”

“Just. Stay. Still.” Ghost shut her up before she could blabber more.

“Okay okay okay”.

Jade watched Ghost secure his mask up to his nose, revealing his mouth. When she glanced at his lips, Jade could see a tinge of red on his cheek, but she could dismiss that as a reaction to the cold or from the alcohol he was drinking. When he leaned in slowly, Jade could see him so close, the closest he's ever been to her. His eyelashes were longer than she's ever realised, fluttering against his skin, the little healed scars on his face–

Jade sucked her lips into her teeth, "WAIT WAIT WAIT." Making the man flinch and pull away in confusion.

"What?! Do you wanna do this or not?!" Ghost exclaimed.

"I do, I do! It's my first time! Just–”

“I said all you need to do is stay. Still.”

“I've never done this before, literally! I'm 29 and I've never kissed someone!”

Ghost fell silent as Jade hid her face on her palm.

“…I have never fallen for anyone before.” She confessed. “I wanted my first kiss to be with the one and only, and now… “ Her hands wildly gestured to the mistletoe above them, “someone happened to put a mistletoe right above us.”

Jade was a lot of things. A formidable fighter, a dependable ally, a brave operator who’d jump from a cliff with you, a spawn of the devil herself when she does her thing. However, at that moment, Ghost didn’t see any of those at all. All she saw was a vulnerable woman, curled up in a ball because she couldn’t fathom the concept of a single kiss.

After a few moments of him letting her collect her thoughts, Ghost muttered, “…Jade, if you're not ready, then we can just pretend that it doesn't exist. You don't have to.”

“You know what?” She tapped both of her knees with a considerable force, like she just made up her mind about something. “I gotta start somewhere right? Besides, when I finally kiss my man, I need to work on my kissing game.”

Ghost couldn’t help the scoff out his mouth. And… ‘her man’, huh? That could be a dream. “'Kissing game'?”

“Yes! Gotta…know what it feels like, at least?”

Ghost observed her expressions yet again. The woman in front of her was looking at him like she’s about to surrender her life to his hands. What, was he about to shoot an apple above her head? To him this was just a kiss after all.

Or was it?

Jade wasn’t his girlfriends during his younger days. She’s an extraordinary woman like no other.

“…Okay. Look. We're gonna do this slowly. I will do all the work while you can just stay there. Does that work with you?” Ghost started, looking at Jade in the eyes.

She put on the bravest face she could muster up and proceeded with a nod.

“Say it.” The deep timbre of his voice sent shivers down her spine, because of course, it wasn’t enough for him.

“Okay, Ghost.”

“Good. Close your eyes, Jade. Just calm down. Trust me.

As she closed her eyes, she breathed the cold winter air deeply before letting them out. Now that her vision was no more, her other senses had heightened. The sharp cold air stabbing her skin, the smell of hot cocoa on her hands, the faint scent of something that could only come from Ghost's jacket wrapped around her shoulders.

For a good amount of time, she didn't feel anything other than her surroundings. Jade was expecting something on her lips. Anything from the man that was sitting right in front of her, but none came. She was about to open her eyes and call his name, until something touched her chin, lightly lifting her head to face upwards. And just then, Jade finally felt a soft, tender kiss on her forehead. His lips stayed there only for a second before they parted with her skin, yet it felt like she longed for it for more than eternity. No one has ever laid their lips on her skin before. No one.

What she was expecting was something on her lips, not her forehead, so when Jade was about to open her eyelids, again, he stopped her by putting his fingers on her left cheek, tenderly sliding them from her rosy cheek to the back of her ear, taking the stray strands of her red hair with them. The hands that killed, that murdered many so more could live, were gingerly touching her face with an unexpected amount of softness. She didn’t know his hands were capable of doing such delicate movements, and neither did he.

Before she could register what was happening, she felt him getting close again, and for the second time, her expectation betrayed her when Ghost kissed her cheek, just right under her eye. The kiss lasted longer than the one on her forehead, yet Jade couldn’t find any reason to complain. If anything, she wanted his lips to stay on her cheek longer than that. To feel him closer, to feel him more.

Ghost’s fingers moved on backwards from behind her ear, going through the wilds of her undone hair and finding its place on the back of her head. Heart racing, Jade was expecting another kiss that was not in the designated place. However, when his deep, raspy voice softly said to her, “I’m going to kiss you now.”, she found herself giddy with her eyes closed. Part of her wanted to open her eyes and see what was going on right in front of her, but the other part stood strong against it, not wanting to ruin the moment.

So when she felt him closing in, Jade gave all control over to him. She relaxed herself, letting Ghost gently pull her head closer to his, to at last, close the distance between their lips.

It was the softest, slowest kiss possible, filled with unsureness on her part, yet with a sense of certainty and confidence from him, and because of that, Jade let him do his part, leading the kiss to the point that it was enjoyable and… lovely.

The kiss lasted for only a mere 5 seconds at most, but it felt like hours. Ghost reluctantly pulled back and saw that Jade had already opened her green eyes. Her face was painted with shyness and shock, a pleasant one, as she saw that Ghost had removed his mask entirely, his face right in front of hers, his brown hair still a bit dishevelled from removing his balaclava.

Jade was a heavily trained warrior and an exceptionally skilled individual who stayed calm in times of distress and emergency on the battlefield, a force to be reckoned with, and could be an absolute menace when she wanted to be. Now, seeing the same woman like this – dazed, wide-eyed, a blushing mess, and taken aback by a simple kiss – The sight made him smile softly.

If only she'd known how long he'd wanted to do that to her.

Palm still resting on the side of her neck, he asked her, “How was that for a first time?”

Jade looked like a robot losing its ability to function. There were no words in her brain to respond to his question. Scratch that. It looked like she didn’t even register what his question was.

Seeing her so flabbergasted made him let out a deep chuckle. “Midget. I’m talking to you.”

That bastardized nickname snapped her out of her thoughts, making her blink rapidly, seemingly trying to sort her jumbled brain. Jade looked at the man who just claimed her first kiss right in his dark, brown eyes.

He’s still right in front of her, face looking at her delightfully with a sweet smile, not like the usual dark, ready-to-kill gaze. It’s almost like looking at a different person entirely.

“Uh… Umm–” Jade couldn’t form words.

Another chuckle, “You okay?”

"...this is a weird request, but" A pause, "Can you… do that again?"

Never in a thousand lifetimes, he would ever expect that answer from her. "...You want me to kiss you again?"

"Yeah. Can you do that?" She spoke with a low voice. "Please?"

His eyes opened wide at her request. Confused, but amazed at the same time. Did that request mean she liked it? Her expressions said that she did, though. Or did she just want to make sure? Nevertheless, Ghost decided to oblige and leaned in again to kiss her.

Jade closed her eyes again and felt his lips against hers for the second time that night. His kiss was as soft and as tender as the first time. This one, though, she decided to take in the feeling of his rough lips, the way he tilted his head to fit hers, the way his large hand lightly pulled her in and softly kissed her. All the sensations she felt from his actions became ecstasy.

Her hands lifted their way up to find Ghost's cheeks. Jade could swear she heard a small gasp from the man. Fingers gliding along the side of his face, she could feel his stubbles grazing her skin. It was such a surreal sensation, to think that this is the face of the man who got branded as a ghost, a myth, who wears the mask to hide who he is. Right now, she's having her palm on the skin of his face, and he allowed her to.

No one had touched the skin on his face in years. No one ever managed to get their hands on his face save for enemies who sought to kill him and punched his mask before meeting their demise with his knife. The only form of touch he remembered was of his father, who was all but loving.

With the tip of her thumb, Jade traced the scars on his face. Her warm hands instantly built a gentle fire on his skin. The feeling of such a tender touch was almost like meeting a stranger to him. But if it's a stranger, why did he find himself missing it so much? Why did he yearn for it so? Her touch ignited a warmth that he never knew he needed.

At that time, the woman he was kissing felt more like home than anything and anyone ever did. He felt like he could just melt right there and then. Here Ghost thought that he was the one kissing her, but now it was like she was the one casting some sort of magic spell on him.

Soon, their hands moved, Jade’s hands left his cheeks and found his wrist who was holding the back of her head. He almost forgot the feeling of someone’s hand on his own, but before he knew it, he felt her other hand grasping his sweater, right above his heart, crumpling the cloth. As they went on, he couldn’t just stay still anymore. Ghost’s other hand also found its way to her back, lightly pressing on her. He wanted her closer, he needed her close.

Ghost snapped himself out of his thoughts and pulled back, catching Jade off guard.

The both of them looked into each other's eyes as they caught their breaths, not noticing that they'd been kissing for the last minute. Faces extremely red from racing hearts and rushing blood, clouds of cold air escaping their mouth from the cold, for a moment they thought they knew this was just because of a single mistletoe, yet deep down, they knew this was something more.

Not hearing anything from one another, Ghost took his hand back from her neck and waist as Jade parted her hands from him to her lips with her hands.

The man spoke first, "You need more?"

"Yes– I mean– No! That was enough." Words stumbled their way out of her mouth. "Uh… So… that happened. I just had my first kiss."

Ghost couldn't help the smile, "I just stole your first kiss."

"No. You didn't steal it." She denied, "If anything, I'm glad you are my first kiss."

Hearing those words, Ghost could feel his heart racing again, the world suddenly felt warmer.

"I'm sorry you have to kiss me, though. You've always hated me." Jade continued with a laugh.

"Who says I hate you?"

That made her look at him, and what she saw was the most gentle face she'd ever seen him. Again, she didn't know he was capable of that expression. "If I hated you, I wouldn't ask you to stay, wouldn't I?"

That's a true statement. "You're right. So we're past the "stay away from me" phase now?"

"Our first meeting was in Verdansk. Situation was out of control and we were off to a bad start." He explained, "And we just kissed. We're way past that now."

Smiling, Jade pursed her lips before saying, "So… are we still friends?"

"Friends?" He glanced at her.

"Yep."

"Friends then." Confirmed Ghost.

"Who just kissed each other."

"Because someone hung a fucking mistletoe on the back porch." He retorted while gesturing to the decoration above them.

The woman laughed out loud before looking at the man, who was also having a chuckle of his own.

That's the first time she heard him – saw him – this happy. Had he always been this… handsome? She'd only looked at his face once before, which was when he revealed himself to the team in the Los Vaqueros safehouse in Las Almas, and then, never again.

But if this was what Jade could see beneath the mask – his happy face, the crows feet on the corners of his eyes, the corners of his lips turning upwards, and the fact that she just learned that he had shallow dimples when smiling – then she wished the mask could just disappear. Forever.

Because after this… he would put on that mask again.

This might be the last time she saw him without the mask.

When would she see him without it again?

Out of nowhere, some unexplainable force of will inside her made Jade lean in and left a peck on Ghost's cheek.

The SAS lieutenant instantly looked at the woman, flabbergasted.

Jade herself gasped loudly, covering her face in disbelief of her own action. She couldn't see it, but in his eyes, her face was as red as her hair.

Why did she do that? What made her do that?!

They swore it was the most deafening silence in their lives. Both of them stayed like that for a good 10 seconds, seemingly trying to make sense of what the fuck just happened.

"Oh my God… OH MY GOD. I’M SORRY. I’M SORRY!” Jade uttered in absolute panic.

Ghost stayed still in silence, his eyes wide open glaring at hers.

Oh shit. Shit shit shit. He’s mad. HE’S MAD.

“It– It's freezing! I'm going inside!" Jade scrambled to stand up, taking the cocoa mug with her and went to the doorway, before remembering that she still had Ghost's jacket on her shoulder.

"Ja- Lottie! Wait–" He was about to stand up to follow her, but his words got cut by his jacket flying straight to his face. When he removed the clothing, she'd already disappeared into the merry party inside.

Touching the part where Jade kissed him, Ghost slowly stared back at the falling snow in front of the porch. He hadn't worn his jacket yet, and somehow he didn't feel cold at all.

It's so hot.

It's too hot.

He buried his face in his palms, before running them through his brown hair. She didn't have to do that, didn't she? There was a mistletoe, they kissed because of it, and that was it, right?

Then what was that peck for? There wasn't any obligation involved that required her to kiss him again.

Ghost could feel his heart pumping blood faster than it ever did, faster than when he was on the battlefield, faster than when he ran laps every day. Butterflies were rushing deep inside his stomach, flying all around his insides like it just wanted to break out of his body.

He didn't know why, but if the kiss and her touch were a gentle fire that built slowly, that little peck felt like he just got struck by a damn thunder.

Violently.

And yet, he was so happy about that little peck - weirdly more so than the kiss - Too fucking happy.

Ghost grasped the sweater right above his heart before muttering to himself,

"Fuckin’ hell…"

Jade didn't melt his cold heart.

She set it on fire.

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Price couldn’t believe the situation he was in.

His sergeants, Kyle and Soap, along with Ladybug, leaning on the back door of his house, looking at Ghost and Jade kissing at his back porch. Fucking spectacular.

“See, Gaz?! I told you–”

“SHUT UP Mate they’re gonna hear your loud arse.” Gaz nudged the drunken Scot’s rib to silence him.

Nevertheless, the plan worked. Gaz and Ladybug was the provider of the decorations since Price didn’t have any Christmas Decorations in this house in London. When Soap arrived with a mischievous look on his face and told the couple about “Operation Red Skull”, they were automatically IN on it.

And who would’ve fucking guessed? They made his house a home ground for matchmaking, and they succeeded. They weren’t his best subordinates for nothing after all.

Suddenly, Price heard a loud gasp from the three in front of him. His captain persona suddenly kicked in and stepped forward, shoving both of his sergeants to see the situation clearly.

There they saw Jade and Ghost, looking at each other, with Jade’s face looking like she was absolutely shocked.

“Oh my God… did she just sneak another kiss to him?!” Ladybug exclaimed with a whispering voice.

“FUCK! I didn’t have a clear visual.” Gaz followed.

“I think it was just a peck to his cheek??” Soap added.

“Everyone fall back!” Price commanded, and just like muscle memory, they all scrambled back to the living room, taking their respective deck of poker cards and sat around the messy table to pretend like they were still playing.

Soon after, Jade herself opened the back door with a face that none of them had ever seen before – a combination of shock and embarrassment.

“Jade? You okay?” Lady twisted her body to see Jade.

The former MI6 nodded uncontrollably like a shaking head doll. “Huh? Yeah. Yeah yeah, I’m okay.”

Gaz and Soap were covering their mouths with their deck of cards, unable to hide their smiles. It looked like they were about to break into a massive laughter any second now.

What broke it was Captain Price, who suddenly asked Jade,

“Really? What’s that black spot on your nose, then?”

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Happy Valentine's Day!

ANYA usually spends valentines alone, but since you've come along she's rather excited for it this year! When she heard you planned a date? oh, she's over the moon and spends her entire afternoon getting ready for it! She's so happy to spend the holiday with you— when you greet her, ready for the date, she sheepishly admits she also got you flowers (your favorite). Gets so giggly if you gift her little presents. Overall she loves a cute romantic dinner and a sweet walk around a park basking in the moonlight! She's looking forward to next year too, and the next, now that's she got you!

CURLY goes all out with it it's almost overwhelming. He's got expensive jewelry, the largest bouquet of flowers, trinkets you've been eyeing, a new outfit for you for your date later tonight, a fancy restaurant date. He's showering you in compliments, murmuring sweet praise into your ear all night, his hands never leave your body. He's proud to show you off and does so all nights, will likely take you dancing. His favorite part of the night though? When you two get home and he gets to cuddle (or something else) all night.

DAISUKE loves valentine's day. Pink and red decor? Cheesy romcoms? Chocolates? He's love the holiday and what better way to spend it than with the love of his life? He can't really afford a fancy restaurant but hell definitely splurge on your favorite takeout and you two can cuddle up and watch romance movies all night long. Whether judging the movie together or genuinely into it, it matters not to Daisuke because he just loves being with you. He's shyly present that he got you a gift after a few movies, his nerves on fire when you open the present. Please give him plenty of kisses bc he got you the thing you've been wanting for forever!

SWANSEA is a full believer if "valentines is a scam" and claims he refuses to partake— or at least that's what he said a few days prior. But he ultimately ends up buying you a mixed bouquet and chocolates. He'd much prefer a night in, maybe you two cooking something for dinner together. Definitely sways you around the kitchen with a cheesy valentines playlist on in the background. He's awfully sweet and affectionate for someone who claims valentine's day is a scam, but don't point this out lest you want him to get pouty.

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moonstruckme · 9 months ago

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hi there, you did a james drabble some time ago with financially insecure reader and i'm just wondering if that's something you'd write again! maybe one where james is showering the r in gifts and they're just thinking "this is so expensive, you shouldn't be spending so much on me" and james comforts them? totally fine if you don't though, thank you anyway 💐

Thanks for requesting <3

cw: reader is financially insecure

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 825 words

When you go to put on your shoes, yours aren’t there. In their place is a lookalike pair, but whole and squeaky clean where yours are worn and dirty.

“Jamie?” you call. Excitement and dread mixing up in your gut until they’ve become one thing.

“Yeah?” Your boyfriend’s head pops out of the kitchen. His eyes fall to where you’re sitting on the floor, the new pair of shoes in front of you, and his smile breaks out like a sunrise. “Oh, yeah. I got you something.”

“They’re for me?” You hold the one shoe up in front of you like a foreign object, speechless.

James laughs. “Well, they’re not likely to fit me. Yeah, angel, they’re yours.”

Something guilty twists in your gut. You take a breath. “Thank you.”

“It’s no big deal.”

“It is. And I appreciate it, but—”

“But?”

“But I can’t accept these.” You set the shoes back down on the floor, looking up at him remorsefully. “It’s too much.”

“Sweetheart,” James laughs. He leans his hip against the wall, giving you a fond look. “Don’t be silly. You needed a new pair. Your old ones are torn to shreds.”

“They’re not that bad,” you say embarrassedly.

“There’s a rip in the side big enough to stick your entire foot out of.”

“I know they’re not perfect.” Your voice goes a tad sharp, and James’ smile starts to slip as he realizes he’s the only one who’s joking. “I’m going to get another pair eventually, but I just can’t afford it right now.”

“Hey.” He lowers himself down onto his haunches next to you, voice and expression going extra gentle. “It’s okay. Now you don’t need to worry about it, because you have them, right?”

You suck on your bottom lip, feeling your expression pinch as you shake your head at him. He doesn’t get it. How could he? James has never been in a position where he was forced to take and couldn’t afford to give.

“I know you’re just trying to help,” you say, tempering your tone, “and I really do appreciate it, Jamie, but you give me so many gifts and I—”

“Okay, hold on.” He sets a hand on your knee, still with that indulgent look on his face. “There haven’t been that many.”

You give him an exasperated look. Just last week it had been chocolates from the fancy shop downtown, and before that he’d gone back for a skirt you’d passed by because it was out of your price range. You know he hasn’t forgotten.

“But how many have I given you?”

James blinks. “Um. You gave me that nice waffle iron for my birthday.”

It sounds like a lame gift when he says it out loud, compared to all the things he’s gotten you since then, but you’d skimmed savings off the tops of your paychecks for three weeks to get him that. Your face is beginning to feel hot. You’re not ashamed of how much you make, but it’s frustrating to think about how your boyfriend won’t ever be able to understand the way you think about money, why you get so stressed out about it, how you’re constantly worried it will run out.

“It just makes me uncomfortable to take so many things from you when I can’t give anything back,” you admit. “I know that’s not why you’re doing it, but it makes me feel bad.”

James’ brows press close together. His hand smooths from your knee up your thigh, and you can see how hard he’s trying to understand. It makes you feel even worse.

“I don’t want you to feel bad,” he says. “You know I don’t care if you get me things, right?”

“I know,” you promise him. “It’s just, I care.”

He nods, a warm sort of concern in his expression. “Then what do you want to do, angel?”

You take his hand from your leg, tracing the lines with your fingers. “Maybe we could keep gifts to birthdays and holidays?” you ask tentatively.

“Hm. Yeah, I think I can manage that. Like Easter?”

You smile down at his hand. Kiss one of his fingertips. “Maybe only the traditionally gift-giving holidays.”

James sighs heavily, but it’s for show. “Fine. Hey.” He closes his fingers around yours, and you look up to find him studying you with soft, kind eyes. “You know I’m not upset, right?”

You drop your gaze again. “I’m just sorry I’m not being more grateful. They’re really nice gifts.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he leans closer, touching his lips to yours sweetly, “but I don’t need you to be grateful. I’m glad you told me how you felt. It’s only fun if you enjoy them, yeah?”

“I do enjoy them,” you say. James smiles, bringing your hand to his face and kissing your palm.

“Good. Then keep the shoes, please? If you keep using those other ones through winter I’m afraid your feet will fall off.”

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liliavanrougelover · 2 months ago

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Be my valentine!

Summary: It's valentines day! How do the TWST boys celebrate with you?

Characters: Everyone (-Ortho)

A/N: Happy valentines! I love you (platonically)

Riddle Rosehearts:

It’s safe to say that this is uncharted territory for Riddle. He’s never celebrated Valentine’s day for obvious reasons. He never even heard about it until he came to NRC. And he never had a reason to celebrate until he got with you. He instantly does a lot of research about how to celebrate Valentine’s day and also asks for advice from his dormmates. He ends up getting ten boxes of chocolates (everyone suggested different brands), a teddy bear, and a bouquet of roses. He ends up in front of your dorm and asks you to be his valentine. He makes sure to set up a romantic dinner in the rose maze for you both.

Trey Clover:

Trey has heard about valentine’s and has had some experience with it. Mostly from couples ordering from his family’s bakery during valentines. So Trey has some idea of how to celebrate with you. He bakes your favorite dessert and gets the prettiest bouquet of flowers he can find. He shows up in front of your dorm and asks you to be his valentine. He gets permission from the headmage to leave campus and takes you out on a nice dinner date. And then he takes you anywhere else you want to go on Sage’s island and gets anything you want (if he can afford it).

Cater Diamond:

Cater is an expert at Valentine’s. He hasn’t celebrated outside of exchanging Valentine’s in school, but he’s seen a lot of Valentine's posts on social media and knows the perfect way to celebrate. He gets you a box of chocolates, a cute little teddy bear, and a bouquet of flowers. He also writes a love letter to you with little doodled hearts and flowers along the edge of the paper. He asks you to be his valentine and also asks if you want to make chocolate strawberries with him. You two end up making and then eating chocolate strawberries and Cater only makes five posts about it.

Deuce Spade:

Deuce also isn’t that experienced when it comes to Valentine’s (or romance at all). He ends up calling his mom and asking her for advice which she gladly gives. He takes notes about valentine’s. His mom listed a lot of different candies to give your partner on Valentine’s, so he gets a cute, pink basket and fills it with an assortment of candy and a stuffed animal. He goes to your dorm, gives you the basket and asks you to be his valentine. He then gets permission to go off campus and takes you to the beach for a picnic.

Ace Trappola:

Ace has given a couple of valentine’s to cute girls and guys. However, he’s not used to getting them for someone he’s serious about. Can he just go with a classic box of chocolates? His brother gives him advice because he assumes Ace won’t know what to do. And yes, a box of chocolates is fine. He gets the biggest box Sam has along with a stuffed bear holding a heart. He gives them to you and asks you to be his valentine. If you say yes, he does expect to get a valentine gift from you.

Leona Kingscholar:

Leona isn’t experienced in romance or valentines, mainly because he never cared. He gives Ruggie some money and tells him to get a box of chocolates and a stuffed lion. When Ruggie gives him what he ordered him to get, he texts you to come over because he has a surprise. When you show up, he gives you the chocolate and lion and tells you that he chose you as his valentine. And being his valentine means playing a game of chess and then laying in bed for the rest of the day.

Ruggie Bucchi:

He’s always been too busy to think about valentines, and he’s never had the money to buy any valentines. He ends up working extra to get enough money to buy a stuffed hyena. And then he makes you chocolate covered strawberries. He asks you to be his valentine while giving you the two gifts. He cooks a meal for the two of you to share (he takes a couple sneaky bites of your food when you’re not looking).

Jack Howl:

Jack isn’t really experienced with romance unless you count seeing one (1) rom-com so he’s not experienced with valentines. He ends up asking his mom for help and doing what she says. He gets you a stuffed wolf, a box of chocolates and a bouquet of flowers. He shows up at your dorm and offers the wolf, chocolates, flowers and one of his jackets. He says the jacket is so his scent rubs off on you and because he thinks you’ll look cute in it. He then makes dinner for both of you and lays it out in the fanciest way he can.

Azul Ashengrotto:

Azul, while not experienced with valentines, knows just what to do. He, of course, goes with the basic box of chocolates and stuffed animal (an octopus). He also makes sure to set up a reserved seat in the Mostro lounge that’s set-up fancier than the other. He goes to your dorm, gives you the gifts, and then asks you to dinner. He takes you back to the Mostro lounge and leads you to the fancier table. You two order your food and enjoy a nice dinner. The only downside was that Jade insisted he get paid despite Azul owning the restaurant.

Jade Leech:

He knows what to do. He knows exactly how to celebrate. He shows up in front of your dorm… in hiking gear. That’s right, he’s taking you on a hike for valentine’s day. A romantic hike. On the hike, he gathers different mushrooms and asks you what you think of them. He makes sure to remember which ones you like the most. If you get tired, he’ll pick you up and carry you with him and once you finish the hike, he’ll drop you off at your dorm with a kiss to the back of your hand. And the next morning, you find a terrarium in front of your dorm with some of the mushrooms Jade collected on the hike.

Floyd Leech:

Floyd has 0 valentines knowledge because nobody wants to know how he celebrates it. Except for you apparently. Floyd gets you a BIG stuffed eel, almost as tall as him and cakepops that he made. He gives them to you, telling you that you’re his valentine. You don’t get a choice. He then drags you around campus, doing whatever he finds fun. And at the end of the day he takes you back to his dorm room and falls asleep with you in his arms.

Kalim Al-Asim:

While not having any experience with valentine's day, Kalim knows just how to celebrate. He buys the best quality chocolate and the biggest, fluffiest stuffed bear. He takes it to you and wishes you a happy valentines day. He then has Jamil set up dinner for you two. Afterwards, he takes you on a magic carpet ride through the skies (Ends up singing “A whole new world”). Eventually during the flight, he tells you to look down, and when you do you see a huge heart that he drew earlier in the day just for you. And then he asks you to sleepover in his dorm.

Jamil Viper:

Jamil has always been too busy to care about valentines. He does, of course, know that classic gifts. Chocolates, stuffed animals, flowers, the works. And he gets them for you. A nice box of chocolates, a stuffed snake and a bouquet of flowers. He gives them to you and asks you to be his valentine. And then he makes your favorite meal and sets up a nice candle-lit dinner.(And Kalim did his best not to cause trouble so that you could enjoy the dinner.)

Vil Schoenheit:

Vil’s more used to receiving valentines gifts than giving them. You’ll be the first person to get valentines gifts from him (his fans are jealous). He gets you (low-fat) chocolates, flowers, a basket of the finest skin-care products and a love letter. He asks you to be his valentine. He takes you to a spa, then dinner and then invites you back to his dorm so that he can fall asleep with you.

Rook Hunt:

Rook’s experience with valentines was just seeing it in different forms of media and finding it beautiful. He knew the moment valentines came around that he had to get you the perfect gifts. He writes an insane amount of poems about your beauty and recites them to you throughout the day. He also gets a box of chocolates and flowers. He gives you the chocolates, flowers and all the poems. He takes you to dinner and lets you have as much food as you want. He can afford it so he will.

Epel Felmier:

Epel doesn’t have any experience with valentines. Unless you count him beating up one of his classmates in third grade on valentines day. He’s heard his parents and grandparents talking about it and kind of knows how to celebrate. He makes caramel apples and gets a stuffed animal. He gifts them to you and asks you to be his valentine. He sets up a nice candle-lit dinner and makes the food all by himself.

Idia Shroud:

He obviously has no experience with valentines. Any experience comes from Valentine's events in games. He gets really nervous when valentines comes around because he doesn’t know what to do. Ortho starts listing different things that people do for valentines to give Idia ideas. He orders a big box of chocolates and a stuffed animal to your dorm along with a note he wrote for you. In the note, he asks you to come to his room. The two of you play video games and watch anime the rest of the day.

Malleus Draconia:

Malleus didn’t even know about valentines until Lilia told him about it. He does research about it and what to get for you. He gets you the best chocolates, a stuffed dragon, and a big bouquet of roses. He goes to your dorm and asks you to be his valentine while getting on one knee and offering the gifts to you. He takes you around NRC to look at gargoyles and then takes you back to his dorm. He makes dinner for both of you and afterwards, he takes you to his room to go to sleep.

Lilia Vanrouge:

Lilia doesn’t have experience, but he did a lot of research. The moment he heard about valentines day, it became his favorite holiday. He makes sure to get everything the internet tells him to. Chocolates, stuffed bat, and flowers. He also thought about making cake pops but Silver told him that you didn’t like cake pops so you didn’t have to deal with that. Lilia jumpscares you with the gifts and asks you to be his valentine. He takes you to his room to play video games and once night falls, he takes you for a walk around sage’s island (he didn’t get permission. He doesn’t care). And then he takes you back to his room to sleep.

Silver Vanrouge:

Silver only really grew up with Sebek, so it’s safe to say that he has no experience. However, he’s heard some talk around NRC and has the basics down. So he goes to Sam’s shop and gets some chocolates, a stuffed animal and flowers. He goes to your dorm to ask you to be his valentine and you find him passed out in front of your door with the gifts. He wakes up and asks you to be his valentine. He then takes you for a nice stroll through nature and leads you to a picnic. Only a few minutes later, he ends up sleeping in your lap with forest creatures surrounding you.

Sebek Zigvolt:

He’s above human traditions. Not anymore though. Sebek hears a passing conversation about valentines day and thinks it’s some stupid human holiday. And then you bring it up and tell what it’s about. And now, it doesn’t seem that stupid. He ends up at your dorm with chocolates, a stuffed crocodile, and flowers. No, these aren’t for valentines. They’re just gifts. He takes you on a walk around campus and then back to his dorm where he cooks a nice meal. And afterwards, he takes you to his room to sleep.

Chenya:

Chenya knows about it but never felt the need to participate. He never had a reason to, until now. So he buys your favorite candy, a stuffed cat, and flowers. He sneaks into your dorm and puts them on the couch in the common room and then scares the life out of you. He takes you to RSA and shows you all around campus and introduces you to his dormmates. And then he offers to let you stay over so he can keep you warm for the night.

Neige Leblanche:

He’s gotten a lot of valentines from his fans and has given valentines to his friends. But he’s never had a romantic partner to celebrate with, he’s excited. He gets you the best chocolates, the fluffiest stuffed animal, and the biggest bouquet of flowers. He shows up in front of your dorm and starts signing a love song for you. He gives you the gifts and asks you to be his valentine. He then takes you to do whatever you want to do and also shows you around RSA. He takes you to meet his friends and then walks you back to NRC and kisses the back of your hand before making his back to RSA.

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