#Rivers and Roads

[fischotterkunst]

Raccoon (Procyon lotor)

5/26/23

[1wh4re1]

Rivers and Roads

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Well, here we are, friends! I’m actually writing it here is the first chapter in my Ghoap x F!Reader fic. I know this is short but I do hope y’all enjoy it. If you would like to be added to or taken off of the tag list let me know! I appreciate all of the interest and will hopefully be coming out with regular updates! 

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Chapter 1: After the End 

Six tests. All positive.

You’re sitting on the toilet in your hotel room just trying to breathe. You’re pregnant. You suppose you have no one to blame but yourself. It’s not like you three used protection all of the time, assuming your birth control would be enough.

It's eleven weeks after Johnny's passing and the morning of day six of your two-week leave. You had been feeling sick the past several days, brushing it off as a bug you caught during travel. You managed to put it all together when, of all things, a tampon fell out of your purse. You realized that you missed your last cycle but with everything going on with Makarov you never caught on.

Your immediate thoughts turn to Simon. You have to tell Simon. Oh god, you have to tell Price too. He’ll want to pull you out of the field. Desk duty has never been a favorite of yours. You groan and put your head in your hands, you guess you're cutting your leave short.

Trashing the tests, you call the front desk while you browse airlines and hope you can get a refund on your room for the remaining days. 

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The twelve-hour flight to London does nothing to soothe your nerves. In fact, the closer you get to base the worse your anxiety becomes. You aren't sure how you will break the news to Simon. You aren't even sure how he'll react given the current circumstances. He's been tracking Makarov, often working days at a time and leaving for short solo recon missions.

When you arrive you head straight to his office, hauling your duffle bag with you. You knock and wait for his gruff "enter". When you do open the door, you immediately notice the scattered papers and multitude of files on his desk, so unlike the organized man you know. The bags beneath his eyes are dark, accentuated by the plain facemask he wears.

You set your bag down at the door letting it softly click shut behind you and head around his desk, sitting on the edge adjacent to him.

You sigh, "Hi love...when was the last time you slept?"

"Doesn't matter," he grunts, he doesn't even bother looking up from the report he’s reading.

"You have to take care of yourself. Why don't you come to rest for a bit? I'm tired from my flight and we could both use a nap."

"No."

You blink at his harsh tone. You feel your frustration bubble beneath the surface. "Simon. You need to realize your limits right now. It's important for-"

The loud scrape of his chair across the linoleum interrupts the rest of your sentence. He turns to you for the first time since you've entered and your eyes widen at how angry he looks with you.

"What I'm working on is important. You need to grasp that concept or leave so I can get back to work."

You push off your desk and stand toe to toe with him. You've never been one to back down and your anger is now fully on the surface. "I understand it's important," you hiss. "How could you think I don't? You weren't the only one who lost him. He wouldn't want this." You deflate a little and in a softer tone, you ask. "We still have us, Simon. You won’t fight for us too?"

"The best things about us died with Johnny and you know it. You don't matter! We don't matter!” He hunches in on himself a bit before he mutedly says “The only thing that matters is finding Makarov."

His words pour over you like acid and you flinch, tears stinging the backs of your eyes. He never raises his voice at you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. "I love you, Simon, I do, but I can't watch you do this to yourself. If this is it, if this relationship is not worth fighting for, then this is over." You meet his eyes, waiting for him to say something. When he does nothing but stare back at you, you nod and turn away. Snatching up your duffle bag you head out of the room and slam it behind you without looking back.

There are other people in the hallway who stare as you pass, having heard your little drama. You keep your head high despite the redness in your eyes and face, avoiding their gazes as you make your way to your old quarters. You don't think you can stand being in your shared room surrounded by all the things you have lost. 

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Tag list: @thefictionalgemini @ghostslittlegf @oniiloma @astro-ghoul99 @http-paprika

[ophelias-lamentation]

I love me some folksy music that makes me feel like im watching seven year old me sitting under the magnolia tree in my grandmothers woods, collecting little flowers and berries and turning them into the most delectable soup ever created. Music that makes me feel like a misty morning when i was woken up by a mourning dove and im sipping on sweet tea. Music that makes me feel understood and safe.

[forestgreenivy]

Hearing this live tonight for the first time. Will I emotionally withstand it? Probably not hahahaha

[apolloishot]

if i could just exist in my bed under my comfy blanket with the windows open, a candle lit, and a long playlist of indie music ive never heard before for the rest of eternity i would be the happiest soul in the world

[zinjanthropusboisei]

Ok I'm fixed now

[and-then-the-song-set-in]

-The Head And The Heart, Rivers and Roads

[person4924]

i miss your face like hell. and i guess it’s just as well, but i miss your face like hell. been talking about the way things change

[carfulpls]

[crabsgate]

chapter two boyossssssss

[fischotterkunst]

Common raccoon (Procyon lotor)

4/27/23

[1wh4re1]

Rivers and Roads Masterlist

Chapter 1: After the End

Blurbs: 1 , 2

[sassbewitchedmyass]

rivers and roads

rivers and roads

rivers til I reach you

rivers and roads oh rivers and roads oh rivers TIL I REACH YOU

[avillainstory]

And I guess it's just as well but I miss your face like hell

[so--much--stardust]

didn't ever wanna relate to so many songs.

come back...be here.

[rexycrazy]

Roadtrip