#do I care that ghost is slight ooc?

[lvlyghost]

The Things I Never Said

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Summary: Simon had told you he never wanted to be a dad, so when the inevitable happens you run.

Word Count: 2.2k

Tw: angst, fluff, ooc simon(? descriptions of pregnancy and panic attacks, medical inaccuracies, slightly suggestive but nothing too explicit, this isn't proofread; i think that's it?✨

A/N: omg i couldn't stop thinking about this so i had to write it! I'm just feral for dad!simon loosely connected to this bc this is where the idea came from. Hope y'all enjoy it🫰🏻💛🦄

Masterlist✨| Part 2

You're shaking by the time you're out of the bathrooms. There's no doubt. You think with slight tremble on your lower lip. It almost feels aa of the world around you is closing in. Suffocating your lungs. Your vision blurs, when you toss the pregnancy test in the trash can.

This can't be happening. Not to you.

It's not that you didn't want to have kids.

But Simon didn't.

At this point you're sobbing uncontrollably, gasping for air. It's a good thing no one comes to this part late at night. The only moment you could find peace and solace. Sliding down the wall, hiding your face in your hands. How could you let this happen? You should've been more careful.

Your mind goes back to that day when neither of you cared about the consequences. Caught up in the moment, tearing each other's clothes; eager to be together. You hadn't seen Simon in two months when he was deployed to Serbia and you had to stay behind. Being both in the military meant knowing the risks. Every time could be the last time. You heard things about that specific mission. He got injured. You remember the gnawing fear clawing at your chest. And then there he was, knocking on your door as soon as they landed. His shoulder wrapped around bandages. He kissed you hard, desperately.

Hitting the mattress with you on top of him, not wanting to hurt him anymore. The sweet things he murmured in your ears, hands intertwined as you fall apart together.

You love him.

He cares for you.

But even if he felt slightly the same way about you, it wouldn't be enough.

Simon had... traumas. A tragic story of his own. You heard him talk about it late at night when he couldn't sleep. Those demons that plagued his mind, his dreams... and you listened. That's all you could do.

Offer a hand to the man that had saved you over and over again. And somewhere along the lines you fell.

And you fell hard.

Somewhere between dark nights and shared kisses at dawn.

-

You didn't get any sleep last night.

Your mind is still spinning with the anxiety. The morning sickness that started to disrupt as soon as you woke up. Red, puffy eyes that you try to dissimulate by washing your face hoping it goes away.

You get dressed feeling devastated, knowing that you'll have to face him as soon as you enter the training room. He's in charge. The mere thought makes you want to throw up. But you leave the bedroom nonetheless. Walking down the hallway feeling your hands sweating and your ragged breathing.

When you finally open the doors you're fifteen minutes late. That alone will earn you a punishment.

It's almost as if he feels your presence, immediately finding your form when you enter, his jaw tightens. Simon doesn't like this. But as long as you're under his command you get equal treatment or else, he'd be in problems. Both, would be in problems.

"Bit late Sergeant." He grumbles, emphasizing the last word staring directly in your eyes. Ghost is perceptive and is aware that something is wrong, but doesn't comment on it... yet. "Fifty push-ups. Start sparring when you're done."

You swallow down saliva, feeling your throat constrict.

Fuck, fuck. Don't cry. Not right now.

This whole situation has you sensitive.

You start, concentrating on doing the push-ups. Hearing the distant voice of him echoing around the room, sometimes you think he's closer to where you are then he's gone, but his gaze never leaves you. It's almost sinful how good he looks in that tight green army t-shirt and cargo pants

Your arms are sore and wobbly by the time you finish. Standing up you fight a wave o nausea, closing your eyes so hard you see white dots behind your eyelids.

"You alright?" It's Kyle's hand on your shoulder what brings you back, your eyes fluttering open and find him looking at you, eyebrows slightly raised.

You give him a small smile and a nod.

"Just tired that's all. Didn't get much sleep last night." You divert your gaze where the rest are beginning to spar. "How mad is Ghost?"

Gaz chuckles.

"I wouldn't call that mad. I think he's worried. You look like shite, dear."

"Oh." You say.

Gaz prompts you to the other side to join the training. Everyone's gathered around the training mat. Soap is kicking a soldier's ass. What was his name again? You forgot.

A gentle brush on your skin and then delicate fingers wrap your arm. You freeze, Simon's feather touch sends goosebumps all over your body. You turn your face upward to acknowledge him. His deep blue eyes soften when you look at him.

"Is everything okay Sergeant?" He asks. No. He demands.

You open your mouth and then close it. That's a question you don't know yourself.

I wish. You want to say.

But nothing will ever be okay after last night.

"I... I- didn't get much sleep, Sir. That's all."

Simon sighs but doesn't insist. He just nods, accepting your answer for now, once the training is done he'd talk to you. "You're up." He instructs.

Hand to hand to combat has never been your strongest suit but you do it nonetheless. Informatics on the other hand... you're the best of the best. That's why you're here, why you're a part of the task force.

Ghost stands within your range of vision in a way that you can see that he's there even when you're fighting.

You start although you're not in your best shape. Your heart is racing but not for the adrenaline. Your mind is fuzzy and your stomach churns. The panic is starting to break loose on you. You recognize the signs. You barely dodge the man's punch, this can't be called sparring. You're merely deflecting his hits, defending yourself.

Get a fucking grip!

Soap and Gaz look at each other. Then at Ghost who's clenching his fists, looking like he's about to jump between the two and kill the man. They get ready just in case something goes sideways.

You see his fist coming to your face, you take a step back but it grazes your left cheek. Someone in the distance swears and it's enough to distract you, the next blow goes to your gut. He doesn't even hit you with full force, noticing your lack of response he refrains as much as he can but it connects with your abdomen nevertheless.

It suffocates you. Brings you to your knees spitting saliva and gasping for air. You hear the soldier's frantic apologies. You cough trying to breathe but you just can't. It hurts you.

In a quick move Ghost is kneeling beside you, eyes scanning your body for external injuries. Anything.

"Hey... hey, kid! Look at me!" He orders. You can't, mostly because you're gasping for air, coughing, and the pain in your stomach. Ghost grabs your face seeing the tears collecting in the corner of your eyes. Another wave of nausea hits you and you spit out whatever comes out of your mouth. Simon takes you in his arms lifting you and runs to the infirmary, gritting his teeth. His steps echoing in the empty hallway as he bursts the doors of the med wing open.

-

"Captain..." you greet him as soon as you walk into his office, closing the door behind you with a soft click. Price looks at you, arms crossed. The bucket hat resting on his head. He's dead serious.

"Does he know?" He interrogates with that deep voice of his. It's only been an hour since the incident. Price had to do all in his power to keep Ghost busy. It nearly costs him a limb and a punch to his face. There's only so much he can do.

"No." You murmur, looking down to your feet.

"Jesus, kid." He pinches the bridge of his nose. His head was pounding already. This wasn't good. For any of them. John had decided to turn a blind eye on the situation. As long as it didn't interfere with their duties. Now? He shakes his head. Price walks towards you, the youngest of his team and a valuable asset. You were important to him, to everyone in the 141; to Simon in a very different way. "I'm putting you on medical leave. You must take care of your health, your body. I'll see what I can do, yeah? And for the love of God, talk to Simon."

-

You don't.

And that's because you're terrified. As soon as you left Price's office you ran to your room throwing your belongings in a duffel bag. You needed time to think. Of course you'd tell Simon.

Just not right now.

The disapproving stare of the doctor was enough to make you feel bad about hiding your pregnancy from him and then your Captain. You bite your lip and head out, the taxi driver is waiting already so you hop in, wishing to get some time alone. Clear your head and then find the best way to tell Simon about this.

It's raining outside by the time you're in your apartment. You've had time to get a quick shower and take the ibuprofen for your sore body. Your hands run absentmindedly to your stomach, soothing the skin but flinching when you press too hard. You should've stayed at base and talk to him after what happened.

But you're scared of the outcome.

By this time Simon must've found out you're gone. You won't blame him if he hates you. After all you ran away from him, like a coward.

Pouring some tea on a mug you hear the sound of keys jingle, and the footsteps followed by a large shadow that towers above you. Blond hair and hard eyes contemplating you, the mask is gone...

Holy shit. You think.

The only thing that Simon finds comfort in is gone. There's something about him not hiding behind the balaclava that sets deep in your heart. As if he were baring himself to you. Not that you hadn't seen his face before; that's exactly why this is more meaningful. It's serious. He chose to show you how vulnerable you can make him.

"Why?" His stern voice sends shivers down your spine. "I went to check on you and the first thing they say is that you're gone." His lips are pressed in a thin line.

"Simon, it's not what you're thinking..."

"Then bloody tell me what is it." He seethes, taking a step closer. "Was already losing my fucking mind over that bastard hitting you and suddenly you're gone?" He shakes his head. "Had I known you weren't going to fight back..."

"I'm pregnant." You blurt out, interrupting his talk. Simon's jaw clenched, halting and freezing on his spot. "And I'm sorry I didn't come to you as soon as I found out but I was scared." Your lips quiver and you hold back a sob, but unable to do much about the tears. "I was scared to tell you because I know you never wanted any of this, I failed to you. I couldn't sleep, I was panicking and the thought of losing you... I needed time to figure out how to tell you." Simon is silent, he doesn't move nor blinks. He just stares. Memories of his time with his father flooding his mind. He never wanted kids. That's true.

Seeing you there, in front of him. Choking on your words, crying because you thought he'd abandon you like you were nothing? Bloody fucking Christ it breaks his heart. Very few things had that effect on Simon. He had made you fearful of facing this on your own. Did you think you were just his friend with benefits? Someone he'd come to whenever he wanted to get laid? Hadn't you seen the way his eyes roamed over you whenever you were around? Never fucking heard the despair in his voice when you got shot during that black ops in Afghanistan? How he seemed to loom over your presence if some pathetic muppet tried flirting with you? The nights spent in his bedroom, limbs tangled hearing you speak about your day? The mission when he finally realized he was completely and utterly fucking enamored with you?

That time he wouldn't leave your bedside because you were severely wounded and comatose?

"I am not my old man, kid." He states after a few minutes of silence. "And if it wasn't clear already, I'd do anything for you. I don't know shite about being a parent but I'll try, yeah? For you..." he clears his throat. This was as complicated for him as it was for you. "For both of you, I'll try." The words sound strange coming out of his mouth. You close the space between you and hug him, inhaling his scent. He kisses your temple while rubbing soft circles on your back. Relief washes over your body and the tears stop gradually, until it's just the two holding one another during a raging storm of feelings and nature outside.

Soon the tension, the doubts and the anxiety are replaced with reassurance and loving words.

Promises.

Things you never thought you'd hear.

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

If you do take requests at this moment, can I request a Hualian x GN reader where reader feels like the third wheel, and when Hualian look further into reader, they find out that reader is hurting themselves/trying to change in the way they look

That Hualian would baby reader, like take sharp objects out of arm’s reach, or spoon feed reader when it’s time to eat. Giving reader kisses and words of affirmation every time they’re around

Lol, I’m feeling very angsty, but if this request is a little too far, you don’t have to do it (I hope you’re doing great! Make sure to drink enough water!) 🥰

Shape Shifting Heart

HuaLian x gn!reader

Ignore grammar mistakes

Slight OOC

Made up looks about reader for plot

Tyyy Pepsi zero has become my hydration 😔🙏

Also I'm so sorry for disappearing but I've had like the worst few months of my life ever so 😃🙏 bear with me

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Being with Xie Lian and San Lang is the best thing that has ever happened to you. There's so much love to go around with three people and everyone is always taking care of each other! So you never listened to people being hateful about it, whether that be other gods or ghosts. You guys are happy and that all that matters right?

What happens when all of you aren't happy, when it's just one person bringing down the mood and the whole relationship? That's how you've been feeling lately. You haven't been much use to Xie Lian and San Lang these days. Often, you've been curled up in bed and staying hidden under the covers. For what reason? They don't know. You won't talk to them, and while Xie Lian and San Lang pride themselves on knowing you inside and out they can't figure out what's wrong.

You can't tell them. It's kind of embarrassing, humiliating even. How do you tell your lovers, "I feel like the third wheel, I feel neglected and left out" to the two kindest people you've ever met. Everything you do seems to make it worse and you're trying your best so you don't understand why it seems to put your relationship more on edge.

You had honestly just wanted to sulk and pout for a few days in bed over something silly. When they stopped visiting the bedroom it became a problem. All you do is lie here so what could possibly have made them want to leave you alone? You aren't even doing anything to warrant them off! Xie Lian and San Lang easily coddle each other all the time so why don't they think to do it with you? They stopped coming to the shared bedroom, even going as far to sleep in another bedroom together, but by themselves without you.

It only made you feel worse, are you so depressed and off putting they don't want to be near you now? Sadness becomes frustration and it fuels you to get out of bed in what has been weeks. You leave the room disheveled and groggy hoping to find one of your lovers to receive some affection, to you it feels like you haven't had in forever.

You find them together in the kitchen, an awfully domestic scene. Xie Lian cooking dinner and San Lang attached by the hip. The way San Lang holds Xie Lian's waist and stays close while Xie Lian bustles around the kitchen. Where you had once been and would usually love to hear the sound of their laughs and love filled giggles all it sounds like is mocking joy of what you once felt. How many nights has it been like this? How many nights have they been content without you?

"Making dinner without me?" You pipe up, leaning against the kitchen counter. Making dinner is a silly thing to be upset about. A part of you feels awful for being so jealous but the other doesn't. It's not like you're jealous of San Lang or jealous of Xie Lian. You don't spite a specific person. You're just jealous of the love they share, of their bond. You're envious of their happiness, you just want to be included too!

"Ah, y/n!", Xie Lian gives a wobbly smile, "Of course not" Xie Lian didn't know how to bring up that they've been trying to give you space. He doesn't know how to say it in a way that would sound reasonable to you. These days you've been a little irritated and you easily take words they say but add a whole new meaning to it. They know it's not your fault, it's one of your episodes maybe.

No one moves. They don't know whether to extend a hand to invite you or not but you seem to take it upon yourself. You walk closer and stick right up to Xie Lian's and San Lang's side. The tension - you can't tell if you're imagining it or not, you've been imagining a lot these days - is thick. "Well I feel a little better so I'll join from now on, what are you making?" You try to make conversation, you try to move closer in hopes that the domestic scene will just continue.

It doesn't. The room is tense and so are your lovers. You hate it. It makes you want to lash out, cry, and scream. Xie Lian and San Lang seem to be walking on eggshells around you and you don't know why. You've never gotten angry with them before, you've never been violent or aggressive with them so why are they acting like you're a ticking bomb?

San Lang attempts to break the tense atmosphere first. Wrapping hesitant hands around your waist and nuzzling into your hair, hair he will not mention is a bit notty. "We missed you" he murmurs into your long, bright locs. "We're glad you feel better" this seems to get the night moving smoothly again. It's pathetic how quickly you melt into San Lang's touch and preen at his words. It finally feels like you're included in the domestic picture they make.

The three of you eat dinner and enjoy it, Xie Lian's cooking has been getting a lot better but that's probably because you and San Lang were in the kitchen to help him. You're filled with a deep satisfaction when Xie Lian gently grabs your hand and all of you go to your shared bedroom together. Xie Lian pulls you into bed and They cuddle up next to you under the covers, placing gentle kisses on your face and shoulders.

You feel suddenly energetic because of the affection you're receiving. Making you giggle and kissing them back with new found passion. You won't lie you guys haven't had sex in a while so. . . You easily climb on San Lang, and straddle his hips. Kissing him eagerly and nipping against his lips. They weren't expecting you to be so eager but who are they to deny you.

Xie Lian gets behind you and slips off your robe, running his hands over your body. Your back, arms, hips, and thighs- your thighs. Xie Lian's hands freeze, and moves his hands as if he's been scalded. The sudden movement catches San Lang's attention and he sits up but he keeps you in his lap. "Gege what's wrong?" San Lang stares at Xie Lian and suddenly all the attention is off you. Somewhere inside you, you feel a little miffed at Xie Lian's reaction.

But you're concerned too so you turn your head to your other lover with concerned eyes, however Xie Lian is the one staring at you with pity. He turns on the light and sits next to San Lang. "His thighs, San Lang. . ." You scrunch your face. Of course that's what Xie Lian reacted so strongly about. While you were rotting in bed you were feeling so down in the dumps. So- so maybe you took it out on yourself and used your sword on your own skin.

It's not that big of a deal, they're already healed and just remain thick scars across your thighs but it matters to your lovers greatly. They've explored your body many times, and they know these are new. "Baobei, what happened?" Xie Lian cups your face with gentle hands but you turn your head the other way. You're irritated the night has stopped over something so trivial. "Nothing important, I was just feeling upset a few weeks ago, it's trivial now. Can't we just- can we not focus on that?"

Your face is scrunched in irritation and you try to roll your hips against San Lang but he removes you from his lap and onto the silk covers. You groan in frustration. The night was going perfectly and now it's all messed up! San Lang's eyes narrow as he gazes over your legs, and you swallow nervously. "This isn't something we can just ignore Y/n. You know that. . . Let's stop here for tonight" If it were San Lang saying it you wouldn't have minded as much but it's Xie Lian.

Xie Lian loves San Lang's body even with the scars on it so why won't he love yours?! "We don't have to stop! Just- ignore it, would you please?! I can get rid of them, I can look like whatever you want me to be! " You never notice when you start heaving for breath, when tears line your eyes and you try to cling to one of your lovers. You don't notice when you subconsciously change your body into something else because it's something you've always had the power to do.

So when your skin becomes smooth again, and unmarked it's something you don't even look over. But for Xie Lian and San Lang it's completely different. It's like looking at a stranger's body. Like looking at somebody who's never worked a day in their life, someone who has never gone to battle, something you are not but you're desperately trying to be. You have no scars, and the callouses on your hands have disappeared. They've memorized everything on you and now you've made yourself look completely different.

To you, it feels like they look at you with disgust and anger. You're breaking down and it's not something you're even registering. "Y/n stop!" San Lang gives up on keeping you on the bed and he lets you crawl into his lap, he cups your face with surprisingly gentle hands that contradict his angry voice. "Breathe Baobei" he rubs comforting circles into your hips and Xie Lian rubs your back. They're trying to get you to breathe and to stop hyperventilating.

San Lang never looks away from you, and he plants tiny kisses in your cheeks to get rid of your tears. When did you start crying? You don't remember. You eventually calm down from listening to your lovers instructions and their loving touches. When you're finally breathing normally again and the tension leaves your body they try talking to you again. Xie Lian rubs his fingers through your hair, he doesn't like how you've easily changed yourself. He misses your bright locs not the dark ones you've decided to take on. He kisses your head. "I want to talk to my Y/n now. Can I?" Xie Lian asks sweetly.

You've always been you but he wants to talk to his lover not the made up version of yourself. You sniffle and San Lang pats your waist. You take the encouragement and change back to your original body. When you make a weird noise in your throat that sounds close to a sob Xie Lian wraps around you and kisses your nape. "That's good Baobei, we're proud of you." San Lang and Xie Lian glance at each other and in that moment decide to drop the topic about your new found scars. They can only try to find the root of the issue now.

San Lang kisses your forehead and then below your eyes and then your lips. "Tell us what's wrong?" San Lang poses it as a question. As in, you don't have to but it would greatly help them if you did. You feel pathetic and selfish. You don't know why you broke down over something so silly and foolish. "I-I felt, I felt like a t-third wheel. You guys seem so happy without me and all I do is mess up, I'm sorry " you start to cry again and you rub at your eyes harshly but San Lang holds your wrists gently and keeps them away from your eyes.

Xie Lian kisses your shoulder. "There's nothing to be sorry for baobei. No one's at fault." He runs his hands over your thighs, making circles with his fingers. "We didn't mean to make you feel left out, we just wanted to give you space. We thought that's what you needed" Xie Lian explains softly. You nod and sniffle. That's more reasonable than whatever your mind came up with. San Lang pulls you closer by the waist. "If we make you feel like that tell us Baobei, we'll fix it immediately" he says with narrowed eyes. You know he isn't upset with you and he's probably beating himself up for not being able to tell. You kiss him deeply and sigh against his lips.

"M'sorry, I know you love me I just- my mind tells me awful things." You whisper in San Lang's lips and kiss him again. San Lang grunts and playfully tugs a piece of your hair. "Should I beat it up for you?" It makes you giggle.

🦊🪷

For the next few days and even few weeks they baby you endlessly. Xie Lian keeps an eye on sharp objects and makes sure you can't get into the weapons room. He also confiscated your sword and he won't even let you hold knives in the kitchen. The only sword you're allowed to be around is E'ming and they know you wouldn't do that to him or San Lang.

They have no problem with dragging you everywhere they go and often San Lang likes to feed you during meals. At first you blushed and insisted you could do it yourself but San Lang waved your concerns away and said "Let me take care of you". They coddle you a lot and one of them is always in the room with you. You know now that you need to work on your communication and not let your mind get to you. It was a big misunderstanding but San Lang and Xie Lian treat it as if it was a genuine problem.

You're suffocated with love but you wouldn't change it for the world.

[tiramisuc0ffee]

Cold Nights.

☆~~~~☆~~~~☆ pairing: Gojo Satoru x F!reader

Summary: Suguru defected. Satoru comes to you for comfort.

warnings/tags: Takes place before "The Ghost of You" (which you can read here), and takes place after Warm Afternoons (which you can read here). Mentions events during the Hidden Inventory Arc, reader, and Satoru are close friends, but it's clear there is something more, ANGST, ANGST, ANGST, not a lot of comfort tbh- like a sprinkle of fluff? slight OOC!Gojo, imo teehee

word count: 3.2k (I KEEP GOING OVERBOARD WHEN IT COMES TO THIS MAN)

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It was an incredibly rare day off. Classes had been canceled and no missions had been assigned to you. The only flimsy explanation you were given by Yaga was that some form of internal investigation needed to be done within the school and it was in everyone's best interests to keep most of the students away from the main campus.

The news had been a shock and you certainly had several questions—the suddenness, the complete lack of clarity—it simply didn't sit right with you. A part of you wanted to attempt and pry for more details but, truthfully, the allure of finally having a day to just take it easy and potentially indulge in some hobbies you've fallen out of touch with was so tempting that you simply nodded with a smile before heading back to your dorm.

The sun shone brightly when you left Yaga's office, the day couldn't be more perfect. You capitalized on this, taking the time to finally visit that cafe you had been eyeing for a while, bringing along that fiction book that had been doing nothing but collecting dust on the shelf. You even did some shopping, treating yourself to a new outfit that you hoped to find an excuse to wear sometime soon.

But as evening approached, dark clouds rolled in and rain began to fall. Your eyes watched how the raindrops splattered across the window of your room, creating a repetitive pattern as you held a cup of tea close to your chest, sitting upright, your knees to your chest on your bean bag.

Finally a day off... God knew how badly you and everyone else needed it.

Especially Satoru and Suguru.

You couldn't help the frown that tugged at your lips as you thought of the two men. Of course, you only heard stories of what they went through. Stories of a young girl by the name of Anamai who they couldn't protect, how Suguru had to watch her life being taken right before his very eyes, watching as the blood poured from her head, Satoru who came face-to-face with death and essentially lost his touch with reality, resorting to killing a man, though an assassin, in such a brutal manner.

You hadn't been there to witness any of it, but you saw the evident repercussions and how deeply the events affected them both.

With each passing day, you could see Suguru was looking worse for wear. Deep and dark circles contrasted heavily against pale skin, his hair growing long and unruly, and his body slimming, losing the definition it once had. And even though Satoru and Shoko would seemingly take his lazy excuses at face value when they asked, you were certain that you all knew how the raven-haired boy had something eating away at him.

Then Haibara died, and a hefty state of mourning took over the campus.

You watched as Nanami would have these flashes of anger, seeing several moments of barely contained rage and sadness. You understood his emotions deeply. You felt gutted. There was a part of you that always felt like you built a family within Jujutsu Tech, that these were your people and you cared deeply for each and every single one of them.

You remember the tears you shed silently in your room the night you found out. Remembering the handful of outings you, Suguru, Shoko, Satoru, Nanami, and Haibara went on. Several afternoons and evenings were filled with goofing off... just living life, feeling like normal high schoolers.

He was so young...

You didn't have it in you to go to the morgue to see his body, you weren't sure you could stomach the sight of it all. You knew Suguru went with Nanami, the two of them didn't talk much that day.

You tried to be as supportive as you could. You couldn't stomach the thought of seeing another one of your beloved friends fall, so you tried to be there. There were times you tried talking to Suguru, during the one-off chances you got to be alone with him for a brief couple of moments, but he would brush you off gently, giving you reassurances that you knew were nothing more than poorly constructed lies.

You wanted to be there. But what could you do? As much as it pained you to see him struggle, it's hard to help someone who wasn't ready for it.

You sighed softly.

But Satoru on the other hand of it all, his response was exactly what you expected, and if you were an outsider you would honestly have thought that he was completely unaffected by it all.

His normal demeanor was the same as always, carrying himself around with a lax and carefree attitude.

But, you second-years knew better.

Suddenly Satoru was pushing himself more and more, so much more than he normally did. You saw his determination tenfold and how there was this prominent need to push himself further to master his technique. You watched on as he managed to figure out how to manipulate his Infinity to discern levels of danger, automatically at that. His struggle to use Red was no more, mastering it to a tee and now proudly showing off the fact he was able to utilize the Reverse Cursed Technique as well.

He rose above everyone else so quickly, at such an alarming rate, it left many of you in the dust when it came to strength-

He truly had become the strongest.

But you knew, this all developed from deep-rooted frustration.

You could see as plain as day that he took what happened to Amanai and himself as a hard-hitting failure and a sign of weakness. And he wanted to make sure that it would never happen again.

But as a direct result of his intensive training and remarkable improvements, you got to accompany him on missions less and less, meaning he was away a lot more often than he usually was.

He often went alone returning with an earful of stories the moment he reunited with you, talking about what weak first grade he had to obliterate that day. Talking with exaggerated hand gestures and dramatic delivery as you would laugh at his antics, munching on whatever sweet treat he picked up on his way back to share with you.

At least they had today to take it easy, you thought to yourself. You hoped that they would utilize this opportunity to do something fun to add some color to their life. Especially for Suguru, maybe Satoru or Shoko decided to drag him out somewhere, the thought made you smile for a moment as you took a sip of your tea.

Yeah, a day off for both of them was definitely needed. They deserved to feel like normal people again... even if it was just for a day.

BANG BANG BANG

A loud banging on your door had you jolting and letting out a soft squeak as you nearly spilled your half-cold tea all over your lap. You scramble to set the mug aside on your coffee table at you hurriedly rise to your feet, sliding on your slippers as the knocking begins to grow a bit more restless.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG "Coming!" you called out, hoping the knocking would finally cease. You swallowed your annoyance, trying to find it within you not to curse out whoever was at the door for giving you a scare as just a few gentle knocks would have sufficed.

You approach your front door and your fingers reach out and wrap around the doorknob, twisting and pulling.

"Satoru?" you blinked, your voice laced with surprise when you opened the door and were greeted with the sight of him.

It wasn't that strange for him to show up unannounced, he did it all the time and you were more than accustomed to the habit. No, what confused you was the fact that he was soaked as if he had been caught in the rain. His hair was matted down, his clothes clinging to his body as waterdrops dripped from his skin.

He didn't have his Infinity activated. Something was clearly wrong.

“Hey—are you okay—” you started, cutting yourself off with a gentle 'hmph!' when Satoru suddenly pulled you into him wordlessly. Your clothes dampened from his own soaked ones and normally you would curse the life out of him for something like this, but you made sure to hold your tongue, knowing very well now wasn't the time for that.

He held you tightly in his arms, and you could feel the shivering of his body against your own, likely from the cold wind nipping at his body from being out in the rain for who knows how long.

You frown, letting him hold you for a few seconds longer before gently patting his back, indicating for him to ease up his hold. You can feel him hesitate, giving you one last gentle squeeze before pulling away. You take the opportunity to close the door behind him, locking it and glancing up at him wordlessly before walking further into your apartment, inviting him further in.

"You're going to catch a cold..." you sigh out loud, moving hurriedly to your dresser, first fetching a towel and tossing it to him, which he catches with ease. He still doesn't speak and it bothers you deeply. The Satoru you were used to had no off switch, he could talk aimlessly for hours without a care. But this unnerving silence, the way it was so blatantly evident that something was bothering him and he wasn't even trying to cover it up— it was strange.

You open up one of your drawers, fetching out one of his shirts and joggers that the two of you agreed to keep in your room given how often he decided to stay over. Closing your drawer, you hold them delicately and make your way back over to Satoru, watching as he dried his hair, his gaze lowered to your floorboards.

"When you're done drying yourself, change into these... I'll get you something warm to drink and then we'll talk, okay?" You murmur softly, handing him the change of clothes, a gentle sympathetic smile on your face as you place a reassuring hand on his arm.

He nodded simply, leaving your side and heading into your bathroom, sliding the door shut behind him. You sigh softly, allowing your smile to drop to a frown as you immediately busy yourself by putting together a cup of hot chocolate. You grabbed a mug from your cupboard, poured in the hot chocolate powder as you heated up some milk, and reluctantly dropped two sugar cubes into the mug, knowing that Satoru would comment on it if you didn't.

As you are pouring in the milk, you hear the sound of your bathroom door sliding open once more, causing your eyes to flicker away. Satoru emerges, looking a little more put together than before, his hair was a ruffled mess but at least he was wearing dry clothes.

"You can hang them by the heater..." you say to him softly, eyes flickering down to the damp clothes that were in his hands while you stirred together the milk, sugar, and hot chocolate powder.

He does just that, gently laying out his clothes before sauntering over to your bed and sitting on top of the plush covers. You follow suit, fingers gently holding the handle of the mug, you walk over to him, leaning down to hand him the warm drink.

He musters up what looks like a weak smile, and you whisper a soft 'you're welcome' before pulling away and moving to go sit back in your beanbag—

But a gentle hand grabs your wrist.

And you meet his gaze.

His normally bright cerulean eyes are dulled down. He looks tired, and there's this specific look on his face— you don't like it—he looks so worn down.

He gently tugs on your arm and you immediately understand. Wordlessly, you sit down next to him on the bed. His free hand laces with yours and you give him a gentle squeeze, watching as he takes a sip of the hot chocolate, a soft sigh leaving his lips from the warmth.

He's running his thumb along your knuckles, lips tugging down into a frown as his eyebrows furrow.

A moment of silence passes.

"Suguru's defected" Satoru finally speaks, his voice devoid of any emotion, it's light, quiet in volume but the words have a sharp edge to them. They hang in the hair for a second, five, then ten—

"What?" you say incredulously, sounding more like a statement rather than a question. It's the only word your mind can conjure, your eyebrows furrowing, wondering if you heard him correctly, wondering if this was one of Satoru's sick pranks that simply went too far.

"He killed an entire village, he killed his parents— I went and saw him, there was this look of indifference on his face like it was nothing to him..." Words started to spill from his lips the more he spoke, not being able to stop since he started, "I wanted to stop him, I knew I had to, he would kill more, I could see it in his eyes but I—" "Satoru please slow down—" you tried to interject watching as he was getting more and more worked up with each word he spoke. His leg was bouncing rapidly and the hold he had on your hand was starting to become a little painful. His gaze was straight ahead, boring into the wall with this thousand-yard stare. He look petrified.

"But I couldn't, and he knew I wouldn't, he taunted me the bastard essentially telling me to go ahead and just pull the fucking trigger but I-" His voice broke and his eyes screwed shut, his head swinging down as his lips began to tremble. "I couldn't, (Y/N), I couldn't do it"

Then you see it.

Cascading down his cheek...

...along his pale skin...

...collecting at his jaw...

...dripping onto his freshly changed shirt...

A tear.

Your heart broke.

"I mean how could I...?" he laughs bitterly, "I'm not that heartless, am I?" he continues to laugh, a sorrowful sight as more tears begin to leave his eyes.

"I knew- we all knew something was wrong. And I tried... I swear I tried. But the fucker just wouldn't talk to me" his smile is wobbly, his bottom lip continuing to tremble and he bites down on it, a huff of air leaving his nose as he tries to still himself.

You truly didn't know what to say.

This simply was too much. You had never seen Satoru so vulnerable before. You had never seen him cry. And beyond that, you were still reeling from the news he brought to you. Your mind was running at a million miles per hour, searching for something, anything to say. Begging that somehow the right words that would heal everything would appear and leave your mouth.

But you drew a blank. So silently, you remove the mug from his hand, setting it on the coffee table next to your long-forgotten cup of tea, and slowly, you wrap your arms around him and hold him close. Hoping that maybe something as childish and as simple as a hug would provide some measly sense of comfort for him.

He breaks.

He's pulling you into his lap, arms tight around your waist and he shoves his face into your neck, stifling his emotions. His breathing is ragged and he's stuttering out nonsense as he tries to find his voice again but fails pathetically.

You felt your entire being shatter at the sight of your best friend being so broken, "This is not your fault, Satoru" you finally whisper, your own voice cracking, wondering if what you said was the right thing to say. "Like you said... you tried, we all tried- we wanted to help him, we really did-" A soft sob leaves your lips at the end of your sentence and the two of you just hold onto each other tighter.

"We can't save those who don't want to be helped.." you resolve, your hand gently running up and down the expanse of his clothed back.

You didn't know what more to say, what could you say at a time like this? Were there any right words? You were still reeling from your own emotions, you didn't know what to make of it all, and you simply felt devastated.

So the two of you sit there, silently crying in each other's arms, mourning over the fact that you lost another one of your friends. Wondering what you both could have done differently, wondering how you could have let Suguru fall so low?

"Stay with me tonight..?" he suddenly speaks again, his voice slightly hoarse as he continues to cling to you tightly.

"Of course..." You whisper back to him, not missing a beat as you attempt to wipe away your tears.

Eventually, the two of you move, making your way underneath the covers of your bed, lying on your side and facing each other. He brought you back to his chest, engulfing you in his arms wordlessly, allowing the two of you to fall into silence for just a few moments.

"Do you remember that mission we had together a couple months ago? The one where we thought we'd be going up against Grade Two Curses" he starts, voice nothing more than a hushed whisper that if you hadn't been so close to him, you may not have heard him. "Yeah, and it turned out to be Grade One's instead..." you whisper back, briefly recalling your annoyance over the misinformation that you and Satoru were given at the time.

He lets out a soft chuckle and you feel you've earned yourself a small victory. "That's the one..." he trailed off, letting out a shaky breath before continuing to speak, "we decided to wander about for a bit afterward... and we just- watched the sunset together and talked," he said, his hands trailing up your back to begin playing with the ends of your hair and a soft smile graces your lips at the action.

"Yeah, I remember that" you murmur, recalling the fond memory as you leaned into his chest a little more.

"So-" he begins, cutting himself with a shaky sigh, "...You don't plan on going anywhere, right?" his voice breaks again, and your ears perk up, realizing he was mimicking those exact words he spoke to you that day.

And you're unsure if this is a narrative you're creating in your head, but you realize at that moment that Satoru was just as terrified as you were.

As selfish as it felt, you realized that he also was afraid of losing more people. That there was a part of him that also didn't know if he could stand to watch as another person slipped through his fingers.

That maybe, he was afraid of potentially losing you just as you were scared shitless of losing him.

You felt something stir within you, an emotion that you couldn't quite place as you processed your own thoughts.

"I promise you... you're stuck with me" you say with teary eyes, mimicking your exact answer to him from that evening. You feel his body tremble and he just holds you tighter, the next few words he speaks coming out shaky and strained.

"...Thank you..."

☆~~~~☆~~~~☆

A/N: well if you read "Ghost of You" - if you know- you know :P But that is the 2nd and final prequel/addition to the Ghost of You story. I wanted to write these two parts as I thought it would help bring more meaning to the story and that it would also offer a bit more of a deep dive into the dynamic that Satoru and the Reader had, and it'll help sort of justify Satoru's reactions and emotions during the story. But thank you guys for the love and support on this fic! It did so much better than I ever thought it would! I have a few drafts of drabbles that I have been preparing to post but I hope you guys will stick around and see some of the new works I will be posting. Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!

Taglist: @hyori2 @kalulakunundrum @smolbeanzzz @numblytemporary @satxoru

[twilight-nephilim]

Do I wanna know ? || Blue Lock

Blue lock headcanons ! : Red flags + Arguments

Characters : Rin Itoshi, Sae Itoshi, Michael Kaiser & Alexis Ness (Separately)

Description: Their red flags in a relationship and how your arguments would look like

Word Count: 957

Warning/s: Arguments, All of them are assholes here, Mild swearing, Degradation, Emotional manipulation, Slight Abuse, Toxic Relationships, Kaiser, Most of this might be OOC

Note: This was originally supposed to be crack hcs but I thought it would be fun to make it serious 😭I am not romantacizing any of these red flags and if these things are happening in your irl relatioship please seek help

Rin Itoshi

After his brother left he started to act coldly to everyone else- including you.

As he would dedicate his entire life to football, it meant sometimes ignoring your needs,

Whether intentionally or unintentionally he would brush you off, leaving you to deal with things alone

Rin would be insensitive towards your feelings- saying things that would hurt you unknowingly

“You know… You didn’t need to say that…” You looked down at the ground as Rin just stared at you coldly, as if you were nothing. “Say what? That you aren’t important enough for me to care about? I talk to you almost everyday, isn’t that enough?” He said, his voice laced with venom. It hurt you, to say the least. Was it the way he said it so indifferently? Or was it the way he looked at you as if you were a nobody, someone who he just saw as a stepping stone to his goal. “Rin ! Can’t you just understand that you can’t just say that to me and expect me not to feel hurt from it?! Why do you treat me as just a ‘someone’ to you!? I’m your fucking girlfriend for god’s sake— can’t you understand that I need you to at least talk to me and act like you love me?!…”

Sae Itoshi

Similar to rin, he would act cold to you, but unlike rin he does it intentionally

Sae could ghost you for days and respond with a simple “k”

He doesn’t really realize that what he’s doing is a bad thing, and he refuses to accept his faults

Doesn’t trust you AT ALL but he himself lies or keeps things from you intentionally

“Sae… We need to talk” You looked at your boyfriend as he was laying on your bed, he turns to look at you with a bothered look. “What is it this time Y/n…” Sae groaned as he got his phone to do something. “Sae- listen, I know it’s kind of selfish for me to ask but… can you try to make time for me… You never really talk to me that much anymore…” You mumbled, but it was loud enough for Sae to hear you. “Am I not good enough for you?” He asked rhetorically with an annoyed look on his face. “No- That’s not what I meant-“ You shrieked as Sae suddenly stood up and walked up to you and grabs your wrist. “Then stop being selfish. I’m here aren’t I? I took a trip away from Spain to see you, can’t you just be thankful that I’m spending my time with someone as worthless as you?”

Michael Kaiser

Michael is a really complex character to say the least,

He can manipulate you into doing things that would benefit him under the guise of “making him happy”

Forces you to be more dependent on him so you feel more obligated to do what he wants

Sae 2.0 but worse

Puts himself above you, seeing you as just a emotional support when he’s upset

Expects you to be there for him whenever he’s angry or distressed, but doesn’t do the same for you because he thinks he’s more important than you.

Has MAJOR attachment issues and even if things got extremely toxic you couldn’t leave. He either guilts you into staying or you just come back to him.

You walked up to Kaiser after one of his matches, “Michael… I don’t know if it’s the right time, but can we talk?” Kaiser looked at your serious face with his usual playful look. “What is it, mein liebling? I don’t have all day” He said with a playful yet degrading tone. “I… I wanna break up, this isn’t working out. I just feel exhausted—“ You were cut off as Kaiser grabbed your wrist, his nails digging into your skin. “If you think you can leave me just like that, then you're fucking stupid” He pushed you down on the ground as he moved his hand to grab your hair, “I'm the only who would ever love your pathetic ass; you're worthless without me, so don't even try to leave me. Understood?”

Alexis Ness

Ness gets jealous easily. Seeing how he acts around kaiser, it’s not too far fetched to think he would act the same around his partner.

He doesn’t let you go out alone because he’s afraid that you would leave him for someone else.

Overprotective in a bad way

He gets picky over what you wear because it will attract attention and someone might ‘steal’ you from him

Will get into fights with you over kaiser

Guilt tripper pt. 2

“No. You will not go out tonight.” Ness said as he stared at you from the hallway, “Why not? I'm just gonna go out with my friend, and it's a mall ‘Lexis, It's not like I'm gonna leave you…” You explained but he ignored you and walked to the door, effectively stopping you from leaving. “Y/n… Why can’t you just listen to me!? You’re always picking someone over me, do you even love me anymore!?” Ness started crying, in shock you instinctively hugged him, as an attempt to comfort. “No wait— That’s not what I meant ‘Lexis, of course I love you. Please… don’t cry over me… I won’t leave anymore, I’ll stay.” You said as you tried to comfort Ness, you failed to notice the smirk he held.

[l1v1ngd3dgrrl]

Returning the Favor [DaisukexReader]

an: This is a continuation of Talkin' in your sleep. Takes place a week after that. Minimal plot (if any) this time, Daisuke might be a little ooc this time, feeling a bit feral today. Not beta read at all

Word count: 1077

mdni divider by cafekitsune

CW(S): oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, spit as lube(kind of), kind of a quickie?

You really don't know how you got yourself into this situation. It all started innocently enough, You had to take something to Daisuke in the utility room. You couldn't even remember what it was. Some where in between the delivery and Daisuke showing off the most recent thing Swansea was making him do with the circuit board led you to this moment.

Next thing you knew Daisuke was peppering kisses along your neck. Thankfully Swansea was on his lunchbreak so you didn't have to worry about him coming back for at least 30 minutes or so. It was just the two of you in the room alone.

“I don’t mind this but just like last time we gotta be quiet.” You remind him between giggles. “I don’t want anyone catching us.”

He hums and presses more kisses to your neck, “I dunno why you’re telling me when you’re the one who really has to focus on being quiet.”

You scoff “whats that supposed to mean?”

Daisuke sucks harshly at your neck and draws a gasp from you.

“I mean I’m returning the favor from last time. You took care of me so it’s my turn to pay up.”

The change in his demeanor has your stomach doing flips. This side of him is one you wanna see more often.

He clears off the desk, setting aside his project and taps the top motioning you to sit down.

Once you're seated on the desk he resumes his kisses, rubbing his hands down your sides. You slide your hands across his chest and tangle one in his hair giving it a slight tug. He sucks your neck in a few spots, pink splotches slowly blossoming in his wake.

He pulls away and caresses your face in his palms. "You don't mind if I like, go down on you right?"

"I'd be a little sad if you didn't." you grin.

He snorts and presses a couple chaste kisses to your lips before making work of the buttons on your jumpsuit. You help him shimmy it down enough to where it's pooling at your ankles.

He takes a moment to take in your semi-clothed frame with a grin, sliding his hands up your thighs. He pays extra attention to your inner thighs closer to your core. His fingers ghost the edge of your underwear. The cold metal of his rings sending pleasant chills up your spine.

You watch him expectantly, body practically vibrating with anticipation. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of them and pulls them down sinking to his knees as he does so. You hold your breath and spread your legs more to give him access.

With minimal hesitation he moves forward, warm breath fanning over your center. He licks a stripe up your pussy, testing the water to see your reaction.

You release the breath you were holding and let out a soft moan. That's his go ahead, he makes quick work and maneuvers his tongue skillfully

Daisuke's eyes meet yours, chocolate brown eyes gazing up at you lovingly. You bite your lip as he continues and snake a hand into his hair.

Your knowledge of Daisuke's sexual past was unknown, but with how well he was doing he must have had at least a girlfriend or two. That or he had a pretty interesting search history.

Quiet gasps and words of encouragement fall from your lips, which seems to spur him on further. His face is no doubt a mess with a mixture of your slick and his saliva.

After a particularly harsh suck on your clit you let out a moan louder than you meant to and tug on his hair. He pulls back and stands up. "I hate to stop there but I really really wanna be inside you right now." he admits.

In wordless agreement you began to pull up your shirt exposing your midriff. He fumbles with his belt buckle, hands shaking with excitement. Once there are no restrictions in the way he pulls down his boxers enough to let his erection free.

"Let me know if it's t'much." he whispers after planting a kiss on your forehead. His cock lines up and slowly pushes in. The mixture of his saliva and your slick serve as a makeshift lube, not ideal but it'll do.

He gives you time to adjust, inching in slowly. Once he's fully bottomed out he stills. His eyes close and his brows knit together, breath coming out in small huffs. As per usual he looks picture perfect.

You're in a similar state he is, your arms drape themselves across his shoulders. The stretch wasn't terrible but it was something you had to adjust to.

"Ok-ok You can move now." You say.

He nods and begins to thrust at a slow but steady pace.

Both of you are huffing quietly, gazing at each other as if you two were the only things to exist. He presses kisses to your lips and he begins to pick up the pace, the desk starting to creak quietly.

"Oh god you feel so good." he murmurs. You move one of your hands to your mouth, moaning quietly into the palm of your hand.

You try and meet his thrusts the best you can. Daisuke's hands plant themselves firmly on the desk as he speeds up. Creaks and moans from the both of you fill the room.

"I'm almost there." you whine.

Daisuke laughs which fades into a whine of his own. His thrusts get harsher causing you to grasp tightly onto his shirt.

With a few more harsh thrusts of his you squeal as you hit your climax, eyes tightening shut.

Daisuke soon follows, pulling out and finishing with his hand. He comes with a choked groan and a couple of spurts of cum land on your exposed stomach.

Both of you sit in silence, panting to catch your breath. He reaches behind you and grabs a few paper towels. "How do you feel?" he asks as he begins to clean the two of you up.

"Amazing!" you say cheerfully.

After you're all cleaned up you both get dressed, trying to make yourselves look as inconspicuous as possible. Swansea would be back any minute now.

"You should probably head back, I don't want either of us to get in trouble."

"Yeah-I'll see you later!"

You made your way out of the utility room with wobbly legs feeling content.

Bless that ray of sunshine.

[mcntsee]

— ★ trojan horse.

↳ summary: Task force has finally tracked Makarov down to London.

↳ warnings: Not proof read. Violence, blood, description of injuries, death(s), weapons, language, mentions of smoking, some suggestive content but nothing explicit. Slight ooc Ghost and one use of “y/n”.

↳ note: Reader’s call sign is “Zero”.

↳ author’s note: I refuse to let Soap die. In my mind, he is alive and happy, so that’s what I am doing. While writing this I really liked it, then I didn’t, then I did and now I’m not sure.

“Smokin’, Johnny?” Ghost’s gravelly, low tone resonated in her ears, breaking her concentration, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected interruption, her grip tightening on the rifle. “Blending in, L.T."

Despite the tension of the mission, a small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. “If ya say so..”

Zero allowed her gaze to glide through the sniper scope, tracing the scene where Soap stood, cigarette in hand, while Gaz extended a lighter to ignite Soap's smoke.

A gentle crackle emanated from the earpiece nestled snugly in her ear, a precursor to Price’s voice that followed soon after, “Zero, how copy?"

“Go ahead."

“Status on the target?"

She let her gaze return to the target, leaving the image of Soap smoking behind, before responding, “Seems our mate’s on the move. Finish up that smoke and get movin’."

Her eyes tracked the target's movements, ready to advise Soap to wait and blend in when the target stopped to tie her shoes. However, before she could speak, Ghost's voice crackled through the comms once more. “Wait. She's tyin' 'er shoe, likely checkin' if she's bein' followed.”

Zero’s gaze swiftly scanned the surroundings, her sharp eyes catching sight of a dog nearby. "Cute dog, eh, Soap?" she remarked over the comms, watching as Soap leaned down to pet the dog, his praises flowing as he stroked its fur.

Before long, the target resumed her movement, with Soap's careful steps tracing behind her, before coming to a complete stop by the kiosk, eavesdropping on her conversation.

“She made a dead drop for a buyer. Flash drive. Alley between Bistro 43 and Tea Cafe."

As soon as those words left his mouth, Zero sprang into action, swift steps descending from the building's rooftop as she made her way to the CCTV room.

"No sign of Konni. Must've already left.” Ghost's voice greeted her as she opened the room's door, his eyes glued to the screen in front of him and his back turned toward her. “Good. Scrub the footage for anyone leaving the alley,  0–7."

She approached him slowly, her steps light so as not to distract him. Once within arm's reach, she gently placed a hand on his shoulder, massaging the knots she found there until the image on the screen caught her attention.

"There," she said, her finger extending as she leaned forward and pointed at the Konni. With a quick nod from Ghost, his voice graced her ears again, "Found ‘im."

Their eyes tracked the figure on the screen until eventually he disappeared into the tunnel, and they lost visual.

They exchanged a knowing glance, the voices of their teammates fading into the background as they locked eyes with each other. Carefully, she reached up, cutting off her mic in an attempt to have a private conversation with her lieutenant, who mirrored her actions soon after. "You reckon we found 'im?"

His hand came up to caress her cheek. "I would 'ope so, love," he said. The sound of one of his knees cracking in protest as he stood up reached her ears, and she couldn’t contain the teasing smile that crept onto her face as her eyes followed his movements. “Gettin’ rusty, L.T.?”

He let out a quiet chuckle, the sound bringing her the same comfort it always did, as his other hand, too, came up to gently cupped her face, his eyes meeting hers with warmth. “Be careful, eh?"

“Is that an order, L.T?"

“No, it’s a sincere plea, love.”

At that, her eyes softened at the edges, an almost imperceptible blush gracing her cheeks beneath his hands. "How could I ever say no to that?" she whispered, her voice as soft as always. "Mind yourself as well, yeah?"

A soft “‘Course, love.” slipped from his covered lips as he drew her closer. One arm tenderly enveloped her figure, while the other gently cradled the back of her head, guiding it closer to his chest. With a tender gesture, he pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head before slowly letting go and walking out of the room.

Soon, she found herself at the entrance of the west side of the tunnel, the voices of her squad members reaching her ears once again, each one confirming their entrance into the tunnel. “Zero?”

Her eyes quickly met Viper's, and with a swift nod, he lifted the bolt cutter, severing the chain that had previously secured the door. As soon as her group stepped foot inside and scanned the surroundings, her hand instinctively reached up to her vest, finding the microphone's button. With a decisive press, she answered, "Tunnel breached; we're inside and movin'."

Acquiring the USB from the Konni buyer had been a straightforward task. However, she harbored doubts that this would be just as effortless.

Her thoughts were interrupted as faint voices filled her ears—voices she didn’t recognize—and she swiftly signaled to her team with a closed fist raised high, halting their movements. Her head subtly tilting to the side as she strains to pinpoint the source of the unfamiliar voices. She gradually lowered her hand, extending her palm downward and making a sweeping motion from side to side, silently instructing them to spread out and move in different directions.

As the team scattered in different directions, she motioned with her head to Viper to follow her, extending two fingers out and gesturing for them to move forward to the train rails.

As they approached the train rails, the distant murmur of voices grew louder. Silently moving into position behind a stack of crates, they made eye contact, Viper's hand coming up, letting her know that there were five enemies ahead of them.

Her mind raced, gears turning faster as she formulated a plan of action. Quickly peeking over, she spotted two of the Konni sitting side by side, and a smile graced her lips. Meeting Viper’s eyes again, her hand went up with three fingers extended before pointing at herself, indicating that she would take out three of the enemies.

After his confirmation, she made a fist, holding it up in the air, before swiftly lowering it towards the ground, sending a nod in her teammate's direction.

She positioned her gun on top of the crate that was keeping her hidden. With a fluid motion, she closed one eye, the world narrowing to a tunnel of focus through the scope. Her heartbeat steadied, synchronizing with the rhythm of her breath. In the silence before the shot, she felt a calm resolve wash over her, every movement deliberate, every sense heightened.

With her finger poised delicately over the trigger, she took one final breath, then squeezed. The sharp crack of the bullet slicing through the air shattered the silence; the only sound that followed was the thud of two bodies hitting the ground.

Soon, the only remnants were the sight of five lifeless bodies sprawled on the ground, “Clear.”

Her earpiece crackled to life, static filling the airwaves before a distorted voice emerged, blending with the interference, “Six -o Watch—.., train clear. -vancing to Cross-..."

Frowning slightly, she quickly checked her equipment, ensuring that her radio was securely connected and powered on. “A-.. This is-, taking eff-… Konni has -stages.” Despite her efforts, the interference persisted, obscuring the clarity of the transmission. “Zero to Watcher, requestin’ a comms check."

She waited for a second, then two. “Ghost, do you read? I need to sync up for a clearer line.” Static was the only sound she heard as she adjusted the frequency settings on her radio, hoping to alleviate the issue, but to no avail.

With a sigh, she turned to her team. “Comms are compromised. Looks like there’s a jammer nearby.” Her eyes scanned the area, looking for any sign of the ruggedized electronic device with antennas protruding from the top. “We proceed with the plan. Keep tight.”

The signal wasn't ideal, but she considered herself fortunate. Despite the interference, she could decipher most of the messages coming through the comms and discern who was speaking based on the sound of their voice, which had proven helpful as she and her team pressed forward. “Th-.. karov’s last kn-.. position, Six— tay sharp.”

Sweat coated her entire body, exhaustion setting in as adrenaline surged through her veins. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears, and her breathing became more difficult to control. “Bloody hell, this place is packed with Konni."

The world around her faded away, her peripheral vision narrowing until all that remained was the crosshairs of her scope and the distant figure in her sights. The sounds of gunfire and chaos around her became distant echoes as she honed in on her objective with laser-like precision. “G’night, arsehole."

Her eyes followed the limp body of the enemy crumpling to the ground, and soon, the cacophony of battle rushed back to her ears. The distant roar of gunfire, the shouts of "Clear!" and the whirr of machinery somewhere farther down the tunnel. The weight of her rifle in her hands, the cool metal pressing against her hot cheek, the gentle sway of her body as she shifted her stance. Her vision began to expand, the edges of her sightline gradually widening to take in the full scope of her surroundings.

The closer they got to the crossover, the clearer the voices in her ear became. “—host, Ze-ro, Gaz-, tro—… tact- your position?” The static wasn’t as loud as before, but the messages kept cutting off intermittently.

She held her hand up, signaling to her team to stop, while she strained to understand what was being said. “Push-ing up the tra-… nnel. Got wounded-.. ans,” Ghost's voice crackled through, soon followed by Gaz's. “No s-..tage… hostages, eit-her…” A relieved sigh escaped her lips, tension dissipating from her body.

She reached for the microphone's button, pressing it as she breathlessly announced, “Almost at the crossover.” and then released the button as soon as she was done, lowering her other hand. Her feet carried her forward, footsteps following close behind her.

"Zer- what-… osito-?" Price's voice asked again, the tone growing louder with each word. She reached for the button again, but before she had a chance to press it, she was harshly shoved to the ground.

Her body tensed up, her hand instinctively reaching for the knife secured in the sheath on her thigh. “Zero, ho- copy?”, echoed through her earpiece. Before she could grab the knife, the same body that had shoved her pulled her behind a crumbled wall. Viper’s eyes met her wide ones, just as the sound of the turret mechanical gears rotating reached their ears. “Zer-, check in! ar- you al—ight?”

Her hand instinctively patted her belt, searching for the reassuring shape of the grenade nestled among her other gear. With each frantic pat, her heart pounded in her chest until her fingers traced the familiar contours of the grenade’s casing, feeling the cold, smooth metal beneath her touch.

The weight of the grenade in her palm grounded her, its textured surface offering a reassuring grip as she tugged it off her belt. "Fo—uck's sake, …-ero!”, With one quick glance over the wall, she localized the turret’s position.

Her grip tightened around the grenade, and in a swift motion, she pulled the safety pin and tossed the grenade toward the turret's location. Following the explosion, she heard someone yell, “Turret down!” followed by a tired "clear."

She stood up, flicking the grenade's safety pin to the side, and offered Viper her hand. As soon as he took it, she pulled him up to his feet. “This is Zero; we're nearly at the crossover."

A wave of relief washed over her as her earpiece crackled to life with Ghost’s voice, “Say aga-in, you—.. unreadable.” She repeated her words deliberately, ensuring clarity without risking detection by any nearby enemies. “Nearly at the crossover, L.T.”

A quick "Rog-" was all that she needed to hear for her shoulders to relax from their tense posture. Slowly, her hand rose to wipe at her sweaty forehead, the dirt on it smudging over her face. As her team began to move, her other hand swiftly reached out, grasping Viper’s wrist and bringing his progress to a halt. “Thank you, Harry."

His head slowly turned to her, a tired smile gracing his cracked lips. “Always, y/n."

“We’re pinned down, Cap! Konni’s blockin’ the tunnels.” The soft static that had accompanied her ear through the entire ordeal finally ceased, leaving only clear voices without interruption. “0-7 to Six—We're punchin’ through now!” She would've smiled at the improvement, but by now, with her teammates in sight and no longer reliant on the earpiece to hear two of them, she found its absence more of an annoyance than a relief.

"Get 'ere!” With quickened steps, she made her way to where Soap and Price were crouching by the bomb, her team following closely behind. They split into two sections, with three members staying behind to cover their backs while the other two moved forward alongside her.

"Red wire, got it," was the last thing she heard them say before her heart sank. With a surge of adrenaline, she broke into a sprint, her breath ragged and sweat streaming down her face. "Soap!" she screamed, but her words were cut short by the echoing shots that reverberated through the tunnel that was now littered with lifeless bodies.

Despite the impossibility, her pace quickened even more, her hand instinctively reaching up to open her microphone. "Backup is needed now!” her voice hoarse and breathless, with each word punctuated by the rhythm of her footfalls.

The desperate voices of Ghost and Gaz filled her ear with questions and status updates, but only one voice was clear. “Never bury your enemies alive."

Her thoughts raced as fast as her feet, and prayers to whoever would listen were sent as she pleaded for just two more seconds to reach them.

For a moment, relief washed over her as she saw Johnny stand up and strike the back of Makarov’s head. She almost paused in her running, but as quickly as the relief came, it vanished again when Soap’s arm was twisted and his body pushed forward.

The two seconds she had desperately wished for were granted, and not a moment later, she was running behind Makarov, watching him push Price back to the floor with his foot and aim his gun at Soap’s head.

Without hesitation, she rammed her body against his back, pushing him forward as the gun he was holding went off. “Soap!” Her breath caught in her throat as she glanced over at Johnny.

On his knees, Johnny held the left side of his head with one hand, the other planted on the floor to support his weight as he leaned forward. He was alive.

As if jolted back to reality, she quickly turned her head back to face Makarov, her hand reaching back to draw her gun.

“No!”

Time slowed to a crawl, and suddenly, her ears were ringing with a high-pitched whine, drowning out the cacophony of gunfire and shouts around her. Each sound seemed muffled and distant, as if she were submerged underwater.

The metallic tang of blood flooded her mouth, coating her tongue with a bitter, coppery taste that made her gag. Dizziness washed over her in waves, threatening to send her tumbling to the ground. She fought to maintain her footing, but she couldn’t remember the moment her legs gave out.

She could feel the cold sweat trickling down her spine, mingling with the warmth of her own blood. A searing heat radiated from somewhere on her neck, spreading like wildfire through her veins. Throbbing with each heartbeat.

Hands pulled at her vest, maneuvering her onto her back. The numb feeling of pressure being applied to her neck was almost lost on her until another hand gently tapped her cheek and the one on her neck left for a second.

She could barely hear her name being called as she forced her eyes to focus on the figures crouching by the bomb. Her thoughts raced in multiple directions, only coming to a halt when they landed on Soap. Johnny, Johnny, Johnny—

“Jo- John-“ Her voice sounded so strange, gurgling on blood as she fought to formulate a coherent sentence. “J-Johnn-y. Whe-"

"He's alright, love. He's alright." The tension left her body. He's alright, he's alright, he's alright, said the familiar voice in her head. Only then did she realize whose hands were stroking her cheek, the gentle motion bringing memories of that same afternoon flooding back.

"Si- Simon." Her voice, though quiet, carried a gentle tone that almost drowned out amid the shouts for medics that surrounded them, but he heard.

He heard, and his heart shattered at the haunting resemblance to her voice in the early morning or the late nights they spent entwined in bedsheets. Lost in each other’s eyes, hands roaming each other’s bodies between pants and pleas.

Their low whispers as they shared secrets, the hushed laughter that filled the kitchen during late-night conversations.

"You're gonna be alright, love." There was nothing he wanted more than to find Makarov and make him pay for what he had done. Return the pain he had caused to all of you tenfold.

His glove was soaked in blood. The crimson liquid stained the once pristine white skull hand a dark brown. He never despised the color brown more than he did in that moment. “Keep those pretty eyes on me, darlin’."

He could hear the distant footsteps approaching, urgent and hurried, echoing through the tunnel he had fought his way through not long ago, all in an effort to reach them. To reach her.

His gaze wandered up and away from her pale face, his eyes locking onto Johnny’s wide ones that were looking at her. Gaz sitting by his side, pressing a gauze to the left side of Soap’s face; his attention also fixed on her.

Price’s voice echoed from somewhere behind him, barking orders and demanding medical attention. And as his eyes shifted once more, he spotted Harry standing by a pillar, tears welling in his eyes as he looked at her.

He knew Viper well enough to be familiar with his first name. She had shared stories about him, the friend who convinced her to enlist alongside him, and the one constant in her entire career. He could sense the guilt emanating from him, and he dared not imagine what thoughts were consuming him in that moment.

Harry had been the one to bring her here, to this job, to this moment, and Ghost wanted to blame him for it, but he couldn’t. After all, without Harry, Simon was sure he would have faced a very lonely and unhappy life without her by his side.

For a moment, everything was silent; even his own mind had ceased its relentless chatter, and then he heard choking. “Love, breathe."

But she didn’t listen to him, so he tried again, louder. "Love, you 'ave to breathe," he pleaded, his hands trembling slightly with fear. “Darlin’, please.”

Just as his hands reached to pull at her vest, a firm hand grabbed his shoulder, attempting to pull him away. “Simon.” He squirmed away from the hand, moving forward because she wouldn’t breathe. He had to take her vest off. She couldn’t breathe.

The hand reached out again, its grip firmer than before, and pulled him back as he fought against it. “She can’t breathe,” he insisted, reaching forward again, his tainted, gloved hands grazing her vest before another hand landed on his bicep, forcibly pulling him away from her. “Simon, let ‘em do their job.”

He moved forward again, but this time, the hands on his body didn’t let him get far. “Ghost, let ‘em save ‘er.”

His tension eased only when his eyes registered the uniforms of the individuals who had taken his place beside her. Medical.

He fought the urge to cover his ears as the choking sounds grew louder and louder. “She can’t breathe.” Her eyes still tracked his every move, each flicker becoming slower, eyelids growing heavier, but they never left his, as per his request.

The notion of time eluded him; one moment, he was cradling her frame in his arms, whispering encouraging words, and the next, he was watching the ambulance leave.

The same hand that had initially separated him from her body touched his shoulder again, its weight lighter than before. “Son, I-“ The gentle pats from the hand ceased. “‘am sorry.”

“Nothin’ to apologize for, Price."

The drive felt impossibly long, yet too short at the same time. He wanted to be with her; he truly did, but another feeling nagged at his heart. A little voice in his head accompanied the feeling, reciting every worst-case scenario. Scenarios he couldn't allow himself to imagine. What-ifs that, if he allowed his mind to dwell on for too long, would forever haunt him.

She got lucky; it was only a graze. He knew the receptionist was just trying to ease their minds and assure them that she would be fine. Alive, and finally breathing. Still, he wanted to punch the reassuring smile off of her face. Lucky? How on earth could this whole thing be considered luck?

It felt like an eternity had passed as he waited for any updates. Johnny had come out not too long ago, a bandage around his head, a sling supporting his arm, and a worried look in his eyes as he scanned the reception area.

Gaz was the first to stand up and approach him, guiding him to where they were.

Simon felt for Johnny; out of the four of them, he was the only one who hadn't received a single update. According to him, the last thing he heard or saw from her was at the ambulance, and when he asked any of the medical staff for answers, they refused to provide any information, leaving him to assume the worst.

That she was gone. That the girl who he had grown so fond of— a sister to him, had been lost while protecting him. That her life had been taken away in exchange for his own.

In all the time Ghost had worked with Soap, he had never seen him so defeated. No jokes, no stupid stories—just pure and utter worry in his eyes, a stark contrast to the mischief that Ghost had grown so accustomed to seeing sparkle within them.

Once he had been filled in with the little information that they knew, his stance relaxed slightly, but like them, the worry didn’t completely dissipate until a nurse approached them. She was fine. Alive. Breathing.

After another hour or so, she was finally allowed to have visitors. Upon entering her room, his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, taking in the sight before them. The sterile, white walls seemed to close in around him, contrasting sharply with the chaos of medical equipment scattered throughout the room. Wires and tubes crisscrossed the space, connecting her to an array of beeping monitors and humming machines.

The heart rate monitor emitted a steady rhythm that accompanied his ears as his gaze lingered on the IV stand beside her bed, the transparent bag of saline hanging precariously, dripping life into her veins.

As for her, she lay motionless on the hospital bed, her features pale and drawn, a bandage wrapped snugly around her neck.

Price was the first to move, his steps quiet as he approached her. "Oh, kid. What 'ave ya done?" His hand carefully took hers with a sigh. He wasn’t disappointed; no, he was worried, like a father would be.

He had been right there, in the perfect spot for his eyes to witness, with unimaginable clarity, the moment the bullet hit her. Some of her blood splattering on his face, the vivid image of her crumbling body etched in his mind forever as he reached for his gun.

Price’s desperate yell had been the reason why Simon’s steps had increased to an unimaginable speed. The pain and anger in his captain’s voice only increasing the panic that gripped at his soul as shots started to go off again. And then he saw them.

He saw Johnny’s trembling form kneeling on the ground, and Price's hand coming up to aim his gun at the retreating form of Makarov.

He watched Makarov’s image disappear as a train flew past them, Price's body crawling to her. Tugging her to his side by her vest, shaking her body as he yelled at her to look at him.

He saw Kyle appear and kneel next to the bomb as he ran forward, his knees hitting the ground next to her at the same time as Price moved back to the bomb, instructing Gaz on what to do.

There were only a few instances when he could admit that Simon had a stronger grip over him than Ghost did, today being one of them.

He hadn’t been able to focus on anything other than her. Her eyes, her mouth, and her blood forever staining his hands. On top of all that, he remembered her promise. Her promise to be safe. A vow similar to the one he had made to her, the only difference being the fact that he kept his and she didn’t.

As the hours stretched on, a steady stream of visitors flowed in and out—military friends, superiors looking for mission details, nurses, and doctors.

At some point Kyle had offered to take Johnny back to base, but it took Price’s authoritative insistence to finally persuade Johnny to leave, making the captain and lieutenant the only ones left in the room with her.

Price clenched his fists, his brows furrowing in frustration. "I wanna be mad at 'er for what she did," he grumbled, his voice tinged with annoyance, prompting Simon’s gaze to shift from her to him. “It was stupid, but she saved our arses."

With a sigh, Price's hands came down to his knees, pushing against them as if to support his own weight as he stood up. “In all my years in the military, I’ve only encountered two individuals whose loyalty matched their bravery." Simon watched his captain’s movements, noticing the slight shake of his head as he continued with a softer voice. “Willing to sacrifice everything to protect others.” Price’s hand reached forward, placing it on her leg and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Her bein’ one of ‘em.”

After a moment, he released her leg and met Simon's gaze. "You the other." With a nod of his head in his captain’s direction, he quietly murmured, “Double-edged sword.”

Price lingered for a moment, his eyes returning to her face for one last glance before he made his way over to where Simon sat. With a couple of gentle pats on his shoulder, he said, "Get some sleep, son. She's going to be alright."

As soon as the door closed and he was alone with her, he allowed his facade to crumble. The emotions he had kept at bay surged over him like crashing waves, threatening to drown him in their intensity.

The events of the day played on repeat in his mind, each moment etched vividly in his memory. He could still feel the weight of her hand on his shoulder, her comforting touch easing his stress. The scent of her hair filling his senses as he held her close, her head resting against his chest.

The worry that consumed him as they tried to reach her, only to be met with silence on her end, and the relief that flooded through him when she finally responded, her gentle voice interrupted by static.

The scream of his captain echoing in his ears, and the sight of her body lying on the blood-covered ground. Her dimming eyes and paling skin. The struggling gasps for air and the sound of her choking on her own blood.

The hands holding him back and away from her, and his best mate’s eyes filled with terror. The slight tremor in Price’s hands and the constant pacing from Kyle.

The weight of it all bore down on him, threatening to crumble his resolve as he made his way over to her, each step feeling heavier than the last until he finally reached her bedside.

He went to take her hand in his but stopped as soon as he noticed the dried blood on his now-bare hand. With a grimace, he rubbed at the stubborn residue, his skin reddening from the friction as he attempted to cleanse it away.

He continued to scrub at the stain until a smaller hand gently enveloped his, halting his frantic motions. It took a moment for his brain to register the touch, but when it did, a small gasp escaped his lips, and he looked up.

His eyes found hers in an instant, and his airway constricted. She was fine. Alive. Breathing.

Part two….?

Comm dialogues with no static:

1. “Six to Watcher, train tunnel is clear. Advancing to Crossover.”

2. “All Bravo- This is 0-7, taking effective fire. Konni has hostages.”

3. “That is Makarov’s last known position. Stay sharp.”

4. “Ghost, Zero, Gaz, troops in contact. What's your position?”

5. “Pushing up the train tunnel. Got wounded civilians.”

6. “No sight on the target. No hostages either.”

7. “Zero, what’s your position?”

8. “Zero, how copy?”

9. “Zero, check in! Are you alright?”

10. “For fuck’s sake, Zero!”

11. “Say again, you are unreadable.”

[deardjarin]

needs and wants

dom!gn!reader x sub!roman roy

rating: explicit

words: 1.3k

warnings: degradation, slight praise kink, hand jobs (m receiving), poor communication, iffy feelings about sex

a/n: im only about halfway through season 2 so my roman might be a little ooc, just ignore that lol. finished up episode 5 and said I CAN FIX HIM and wrote this.

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Roman looks wrecked at the end of the night.

He’s sweat out his gel, leaving his hair sticking out in different directions. His suit jacket has been discarded, his tie loosened and his sleeves rolled up.

There’s no denying it; you definitely have the hots for him.

Roman whistles as the apartment door shuts behind you with a soft click. He throws his wallet and keys on the granite countertop while you fumble taking your shoes off.

“Can we have sex?”

You stop, looking up from where you stand. Roman’s eyes are wide, brows raised in question.

“Wow, that’s very romantic,” You snort, striding forward to your partner. You let Roman take you into his arms, kissing down your neck and swaying you to the side. You kiss him, gentle at first, but he seems eager, gripping the back of your neck and pulling you closer. You make out for a while, until your legs are numb from standing.

“Actually,” Roman says between kisses. “What if we just…touched each other instead. Something lame that teenagers do.”

You smooth Roman’s hair back out of his eyes.

“That’s what you want, baby?” You mutter, tracing the line of his jaw with your finger.

“I think I was pretty clear—“

Roman yelps as you grab his wrist, pulling him towards the expensive leather couch. He scrambles to turn off the table lamp, plunging the living room into darkness. You sit down with a huff, spreading your legs and patting the space between them. Roman is all too eager to sit down, back towards you.

“That’s it, just lean back, Rome.”

Roman’s breath hitches slightly as he leans back against your chest, his body still tense with apprehension. You take some time to run your fingers over the exposed skin of his forearm. Your lips hover over the crease of his neck, not yet touching, but lightly ghosting over the skin there.

“Poor Roman Roy,” You begin, voice barely a whisper. “You have everything, yet no one knows how to take care of you. No one knows how to give you what you want.”

Roman whines your name, tilting his head slightly to the side.

“Can you just—I don’t know, get on with it already?” He grumbles, trying to be his demanding, asshole self. Quickly, you reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair, yanking the gelled strands harshly.

“I’m sorry, you don’t get to make demands anymore,” You hiss in his ear, pausing for a moment. “Brat.”

Roman’s mouth drops open in a soundless moan, his trembling hands scrambling at your thighs. You finally let your lips connect with his neck, biting and nipping at the skin there.

“If you want something, you’ll have to ask. Nicely,” You tug on his hair again for emphasis. You can tell Roman is trying to make up his mind, deciding between keeping up his facade or falling victim to your demands.

“I want you to touch me,” He finally says without an edge to his request.

“Mm,” You hum, moving one hand down to caress the clothed inner part of his thigh. You feel the muscle flex under your hand. “I need you to be more specific, Roman. Where do you want me to touch you?”

You wait as Roman swallows nervously, bouncing his leg up and down and up and down.

“My cock,” He whispers, his voice wavering with… embarrassment? “I want you to touch my cock. Please.”

In the darkness of the room, you smile devilishly before turning Roman’s face towards yours. You kiss him gently, reveling in the soft press of his lips against yours. He leans into your touch, desperate for more. Before you give him too much satisfaction, you pull away; your spit slick lips brush the shell of his ear.

“Good boy.”

You’re surprised Roman doesn’t explode in your arms right then and there; he makes a sound that’s a mix between a moan and a whimper. You release his hair, reaching around his torso to begin unbuckling his belt. His hips jolt when you accidentally brush against his raging hard-on.

“Unbutton your shirt for me, baby,” You order, not bothering to pull his belt from the loops of his jeans. “If you’re okay with that.”

“Y-yes, yeah, fuck,” Roman stammers, and for a second you expect some sort of honorific to fall out of his mouth. Hell, you should make him, but you don’t want to push it. You unbutton Roman’s slacks as he does the same with his dress shirt; you squeeze the thick length of his cock through his thin boxers. He moans loudly—unabashedly—and grabs your forearm.

“Pathetic,” You growl, taking the band of his boxers and tucking it under his balls. You hold out your hand expectantly. “Spit.”

“What?” Roman retorts, frozen against your touch.

“You heard me. Spit.”

His breaths are heavy as he purses his lips and spits in your hand. You hum in appreciation before wrapping your slick hand around his cock. He’s hot and heavy in your hand, already wet with precum.

“Rome,” You breathe, unable to contain the moan escaping from your throat. Roman thrusts up into your hand, whimpering your name. You stroke upwards, tightening your fist around the head of his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” Roman moans, and you feel him throb in your hand. “S’good.”

“I’m sure. For someone so needy, anything probably feels good,” You mutter as you continue jerking him off. You kiss his jaw, his stubble scraping your cheek.

“Fuck off,” Roman curses, yelping when you bite at his neck.

“I told you to be good,” You snap, removing your hand from his length completely. A string of curses spill from his lips as he grips your thighs.

“Look, I’m sorry, I am,” He insists, craning his neck so he can give you a messy kiss. Not one to deny your own satisfaction, you kiss him back. Roman pulls apart a few times to continue apologizing. “I’ll be good, I promise, just—I want to cum.”

Finally, you’ve gotten him to drop his bullshit persona.

“Roman Roy, using his words,” You coo, grasping his cock again, beginning to pump him at a faster pace. Roman moans loudly, digging his heels into the hardwood floor. All you can hear are the slick sounds of your hand on him and his moans. You use your free hand to grasp at his chest, pinching one of his nipples. You alternate between slow, tight strokes and squeezing the base of his cock. You take your thumb and tease the angry red head, pressing into his slit.

“Shit,” Roman hisses, squirming in your grasp. “Oh fuck, babe, I’m gonna cum. P-Please let me cum, m’not gonna last—“

“Cum for me, Roman, make a mess,” You demand, and Roman’s cock twitches one, twice, before spurting thick ropes of cum over your hand and across his chest. You continue pumping him through his orgasm until he mumbles something about being too sensitive. You kiss his cheek gently, letting him tuck his softening cock back into his pants. The two of you sit in silence for a while, listening to the muffled sounds of the city through the window. You’re about to make a comment, or move Roman so you can wash your hands, but you’re stopped when you hear the man sniffle.

“Woah, hey,” You say softly, using your clean hand to tilt Roman’s face towards yours. It’s hard to see, but the moonlight illuminates the tears streaked across his face. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just a fucking pussy,” Roman snorts.

You don’t laugh, just shake your head sadly.

“Come on, Rome. I—“ You pause, fumbling over your words. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“Last time I checked most men don’t cry like a fuckin’ baby the second they get some.”

You punch Roman in the shoulder lightly, huffing out a chuckle.

“I don’t care about most men. I like you, dumbass,” You say, brushing shoulders with the man.

“Never thought you stoop so low to sappiness,” Roman quips, his usual joking tone returning to his voice. “I have to piss.”

You tut lightly, watching him stumble off to the bathroom. Your heart pinches. You lean over and flick on the light.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

a first time for everything

▸pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x f!reader x john 'soap' mactavish ▸words: 3,841 ▸warnings: threesome, unprotected sex, praise kink, size kink, slight choking, oral sex (f receiving), spit as lube, anal play, anal sex, double penetration ▸summary: you, ghost, and soap have a small celebration that leads to confessions and so much more. ▸a/n: this has been on my mind for a while. i don't particularly like how this turned out, but hopefully someone out there does. sorry if either of our boys seem ooc. i tried my best.

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You sat quietly between the two large men that were practically sandwiching you. They did it on purpose. These two always knew what they were doing when it came to you.

It only took one slip-up to make your size kink known to them; since then, they have found ways to tease you here and there. You weren’t really shocked by Johnny; he was always the prankster. But Simon—he completely took you by surprise.

You looked at him from the corner of your eye, and he was already looking back. It frustrated you that you could never tell what was going on under that balaclava—was he smirking, pouting, biting his lip?

Biting his lip…

He nudged you with his large thigh, and you looked at him fully. Was he purposely manspreading even more just to get a rise out of you?

When you turned to Soap, he was beaming. You were wearing some of the bulkiest gear, yet he still found a way to trail his eyes up and down your body that made you feel naked.

“Pervert!” you said over the com, and he chuckled.

“Takes one to know one, lass. Don’t it, Lt?”

Simon looked at Soap, then at you. “No comment.”

That low rasp had you fidgeting in your seat. “I’m gonna stand,” you told them before pulling yourself up and looking out the helicopter’s open door. It made your head spin, but you needed the air.

“You okay?” Ghost asked. Both he and Soap knew about your fear of flying.

“Yup. Gotta be,” you responded over the comms so you wouldn’t have to turn your head to speak.

“Almost there. Hang in there for us, yeah?”

You nodded and hoped he saw it.

You couldn’t step off the helo fast enough. You closed your eyes, took a few deep breaths, and thanked whoever was listening for the feeling of the ground beneath your feet.

Both men joined you, once again taking their positions on either side of you.

“Here.” Soap offered you some of his water. You were about to point out that you had your own, but you didn’t want to turn him down.

“Thanks.”

He watched as you drank, noticing the drop that escaped your lips and dripped down your chin.

“Oops,” you said before gingerly wiping it away innocently. If you could read minds, you would know that innocence was the last thing on Johnny’s mind.

“Stop gawkin’ at her, mate,” Ghost scolded, punching Soap on the shoulder.

“I wasn’t gawkin’.” He rolled his eyes and took his canteen back.

“Don’t start, boys,” you said before leaving them behind.

“What say we celebrate tonight,” Soap suggested, and you immediately shook your head.

“No,” Ghost said with finality.

“What? Why?” Soap asked.

“We all know that your way of celebrating ends in you drinking too much and embarrassing yourself, then one of us has to take care of you the next morning,” you reminded him.

“If I promise not to drink…too much,” he added, “Can we please just have a little fun?”

You looked at Ghost, and he gave you one nod. “Fine,” you sighed.

“If you pass out, I’m leavin’ you where you lie. I’m tired of carryin’ you,” Ghost said.

“I really need to get out of this gear. It’s starting to get heavy,” you said, already working on the buckles of your tac vest.

“What a tease,” Soap mumbled.

“Whatever. I’ll see you guys later.” You waved and walked off, feeling their eyes on you with every step.

“Who’s gawkin’ now?” Soap asked Ghost with a chuckle.

You all met up in Soap’s room. You lounged on his bed, resting against the headboard while he sat down by your feet. Ghost sat on a chair that he moved closer to the bed.

Soap made you laugh non-stop, and you even heard Ghost chuckle once or twice. You looked over at him, and he seemed a little different. Maybe it was because he had removed the other mask he wore and changed into his balaclava. It was softer, and you could see more of his features.

“Are you listening to me?” Soap asked, grabbing your leg. “Or are you just looking at our dreamy Lieutenant?”

“Shut up,” both you and Ghost said.

“Hey, I got an idea. Simon…take off the mask,” Soap said, and you shook your head.

“Negative,” he said. You figured.

“Come on, mate. The lass wants to see ya.” Soap patted your bottom, and you swatted his hand away.

“Don’t pin this on me. I am fine with just seeing his eyes,” you said, looking back at Ghost.

“Boringggg,” Soap complained.

“Hey, eyes can tell you a lot about a person.”

“She’s right,” Simon agreed, and you smiled smugly at Soap.

“Besides, they might just be my favorite part of the body,” you added.

“Bullshit. Eyes? Really?” Soap scoffed.

“Yes! I can only imagine your favorite body part,” you snapped.

“Ass. Lt. likes boobs,” Soap tattled.

“What?” you giggled.

“Yeah. That time we went to that titty bar….”

Your eyes widened as you looked at Ghost amusedly. He shook his head.

“That’s not…” he started.

“Most of them were afraid of him because of that thing.” Soap pointed at Ghost’s mask.

“Afraid?” You looked at him.

“You ain’t afraid of me, are you?” he asked playfully.

“Never, sir.” You continued looking at him, tilting your head. “How do you kiss while wearing the balaclava?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“I just…pull it up,” he told you, “…Not that I’ve been kissing much lately. Just…” His words trailed off.

“Oooo…someone wants to kiss Simon,” Soap teased.

You only shrugged, and Ghost looked at you. “I’m sure he has some kissable lips under there.”

“Show her, Simon. Go on,” Soap urged.

“Leave it—” you started, then froze when you realized Ghost was reaching up. “You don’t have to, Simon….”

But he didn’t stop, and the balaclava began to reveal his neck… chin…and lips.

“Close your mouth before a fly gets in there, doll,” Soap teased.

“What?” You were still staring at Ghost.

“I think you broke her, Simon,” Soap snickered.

“Nah, she can take a lot more than that,” he said.

“Fuck,” you said quietly. “I mean…um…” You needed to look away, but you couldn’t.

You could finally pull your eyes away from Simon, only to turn to Johnny, meeting his eye. His gorgeous eyes.

“You both…are troublemakers.” It was all you could think of saying.

“What? I didn’t do anything…this time,” Johnny said. “Blame Simon every once in a while.”

You looked at one of them and then at the other. “Would you both call yourselves good kissers?” you asked.

“I sure hope I am,” Soap said.

Ghost only shrugged, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Let her tell you if you are,” Soap suggested. “Kiss her, Lt.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, MacTavish,” you scoffed.

“She has to come over here for me to do that,” Ghost said, taking you by surprise.

“Oh, um…you serious?” you asked.

“Come over here, and I’ll show you if I am or not.” There was a sort of amused tone in his voice.

You stood and cleared your throat before making your way to the chair he was sitting in.

“Holy shit,” Soap said excitedly.

You stood between Ghost’s legs and looked down at him. This would probably be the only time looking down at him would be possible. You leaned in, hesitated as your noses touched, and kissed him. Immediately, it felt like the air was knocked out of your lungs. It was a gentle and cautious kiss.

He knew what he was doing.

When you pulled away, your eyes stayed on him, and he licked his lips.

“Well, is he a good kisser?” Soap asked, pulling you from your daze.

“Y-Yeah,” you stammered.

“What about me?” he asked.

“How would I know?” you teased.

Ghost was still looking at you, your kiss lingering on his lips.

“You could kiss me too, you know,” Soap said.

“Are you two always like this?” you wondered.

“Don’t change the subject. I want a kiss, too,” Soap whined.

“You’re such a brat,” you joked.

“He is,” Ghost added. “Go on. Give him his kiss,” he said. You looked at him, and he nodded before adding, “That’s an order, love.”

Your knees almost gave out at that, but you stood steadily and then walked over to Soap, who had sat up excitedly. He looked at you with puppy dog eyes, although you knew he was nowhere near innocent.

“Get over here, lass.” He yanked you closer, and you giggled before his lips touched yours. “Damn,” he whispered against your lips before deepening the kiss.

“Easy now, Johnny. Don’t suck her face off,” Ghost joked.

Soap pulled away. “If I do, we’ll just get her a cool-lookin’ mask like yours.”

“I…can’t believe I just did that,” you said, bringing a hand to your mouth.

“What?” Ghost asked.

“Kissed both of you…does that make things weird?” you pondered.

“Why would it?” Soap asked. “Hell, I say it’s about fuckin’ time.”

“Really?” You sat on the bed again, both men still looking at you.

“We’re all adults here, and I can admit that I’ve imagined doing more than just kissin’ you,” Soap confessed.

You looked at Ghost, who scratched at his chin. You never expect many words from him. “I know it’s wrong,” Simon started, “But doin’ what’s right ain’t always the solution.”

“Wait…why is it wrong?” Soap asked.

“He’s our superior, Johnny,” you told him before looking at Ghost again. “But all choices have consequences.”

He looked at you, eyes full of awe and something else. “Someone’s been listenin’.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “I guess the question is, are we all willin’ to face those consequences if they happen to arise.”

“You know I am,” Soap answered without hesitation.

You shrugged. “Yeah, I mean….”

“You gotta be sure, love,” Ghost prompted.

“It’s truly not the consequences from higher-ups I’m worried about,” you told them. “I’m more concerned about how you two will see me when and if this does happen. I like our friendship and how close we all are. I don’t want it to get all fucked up just because we’re horny.”

“You don’t think it’ll bring us…closer?” Soap asked, and both you and Ghost threw him a look. “What?”

“Okay, well, I’m just gonna flat out ask you both: have you always wanted to fuck me?” You waited for an answer.

“Johnny talked about wantin’ to get in your pants about a week after getting to know you,” Ghost said.

“Simon! That was supposed to stay between us,” he scolded. You giggled, then turned to Ghost.

“And you?”

“Lass, you should see how he looks at you when you’re not looking,” Soap blurted. “The man wants to eat you alive…in a good way.”

“I could’ve told her that myself,” Ghost growled.

“You started it,” Soap retorted.

“Okay, okay, boys. Down.” Surprisingly, they both stopped and looked at you. “Have either ever done something like this before?”

“Sex?” Soap asked, and you rolled your eyes.

“You know what I mean. You boys don’t mind…sharing?”

“I don’t if you don’t mind being shared,” Ghost said quietly.

“Simon.” You looked at him, shocked.

“The man is quiet, but I swear he’s filthier than me,” Soap said. “Now, I’m gonna ask you, lass, do you want both of us?”

“Honestly? I’ve dreamt about it,” you confessed.

“Ha! You hear that, Lt.? She’s been havin’ dreams about us,” Soap said proudly.

Both men watched as you poured yourself a shot and downed it quickly.

“So…we doing this?” you asked.

“Up to you,” Ghost said. “One request, though.”

“What’s that, sir?”

“I want you to take your clothes off. Nice and slow,” he said, pulling the balaclava back down over his lips. You missed them already.

“Is that an order, sir?” you asked innocently.

“It is.”

Soap could hardly contain his excitement while Ghost, well, it was hard to tell. You wish you could because it would be such a turn-on to know that he was just as turned on by you.

You were sure to look him in the eye as you began undressing. Soap stood and walked over to where Ghost was sitting.

“What a fuckin’ treat,” Soap murmured but was quickly hushed by Ghost.

“Shut the fuck up, Johnny. Just use your eyes.” Ghost leaned forward again, and you swear his eyes could burn a hole in you. It made you feel sexy.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Soap whispered as you let your jeans fall to your ankles.

Ghost stood suddenly, and you looked up at him as he walked over to you. You loved the way he towered over you.

“Lie down for us, love,” he said, and you slowly backed up towards the bed as he followed.

When you were finally lying down, both men climbed onto the bed—Ghost on the left, Soap on the right.

“Wait…” you gasped, and both men froze in place. “I don’t have to call you Ghost and Soap, do I?”

“Call me Simon, love. Or sir, if you prefer.”

“And I’m just John or Johnny. Scream it if you need to, lass.”

“Okay,” you breathed. Then John kissed you as Simon surveyed your body with his big hands. You could feel him pulling the straps of your bra down your shoulders. You were going to sit up so he could unclasp it, but at the speed of light, he had yanked it off you like it was made of paper. You gasped into John’s mouth but didn’t stop kissing him.

Simon’s hands continued moving down your body, stopping at your panties. This time, he waited for you to lift your hips so he could pull them off slowly.

John finally pulled himself away from your lips and noticed that you were completely naked, thanks to Simon.

“Good lord in heaven. You can’t be real,” he said, his Scottish brogue like music to your ears.

Simon was silent, staring down at you, and you realized he had pushed his balaclava up over his nose again. He wanted to kiss you again. He leaned in close, his nose touching yours as you looked into each other’s eyes.

When he finally kissed you, you moaned into it, and he did too. The sound of his moan sent pleasant chills through your body. His tongue dipped into your mouth just as John’s tongue lathed at your nipple. You arched off the bed and whimpered against Simon’s lips. These men were already sending you into a feeling of overstimulation, and you loved every moment.

One of your hands found the back of Simon’s neck, and the other found John’s mohawk. You held both men in place—one against your lips and one against your breasts.

John pulled away eventually, pulling your face away from Simon’s kiss so he could claim your lips. The men traded places, and now Simon’s lips were wrapped around your nipple.

Somehow, both men had the same idea—moving their hands between your legs, fighting for a place to put their fingers. You couldn’t tell whose fingers were whose; you just knew that someone was rubbing your clit and someone’s fingers were prodding at your entrance.

“Fuck me,” you whimpered, and someone’s fingers were stretching you on cue. When John finally pulled away from your lips, you could look down and find both men had their fingers inside you. You cried out and looked at both men as they fucked you with their fingers.

“You want more than our fingers, don’t you?” John asked, and you nodded. “Let us taste you first, hm?”

“Yeah,” you whined. You thought that meant John would be going first, but Simon kissed his way down your body and found his way between your legs. As Simon slowly dragged his tongue against your clit, John's fingers were still inside you.

“Fuck…you guys…” you moaned.

“I think Lt. wants you to cum,” Soap said before sucking on your nipple. “Think you can do that for him?”

“Yeah,” you cried. You couldn’t believe this was happening. It was overwhelming in the best way possible.

“D-Don’t stop! Ah, fuck. Just like that!”

John captured your lips again, and you had no choice but to cry out into the kiss. For a man who kept his lips covered most of the time, he sure had no trouble using them.

“Hey, Lt, she’s gettin’ there. I can feel it.”

They both worked you into one of the best orgasms you had ever had. Your body trembled and jerked as Simon drank you down, and John kept his fingers slipping in and out of you.

“All right, Simon, my turn for a taste,” John said, and Simon finally pulled away.

“I’ve got an idea,” he said. “Tell me, love, anyone ever fuck your ass?”

“No,” you whined.

“Well, I’m about to,” he said, lying down and helping you straddle him with your back facing him. He pushed you forward so that you were bent over on him. You could hear him wetting his fingers and then spitting on them before slipping them up and down your ass, spreading the cheeks for better access.

He slid one finger into you slowly, easing his way in. The tight muscle pulsed around his finger, wanting to push against it.

“Relax,” he said, placing a comforting hand on your lower back. “There you are.”

He kept a careful and slow pace for now, only adding a finger when he was sure you were ready for another. You nearly begged him to put them back when he pulled them out.

“You stay relaxed for me, all right, love?” he cooed in a voice you had never heard him use before. Then you felt something prodding at your ass, and it was certainly more than a finger this time. He had slicked himself up with spit and his precum.

“Mmm, Simon…” you whimpered, looking back at him. The tip of his cock pushed past the tight ring of muscle, and you gasped.

“The hardest part is done, love,” he reassured you, rubbing comforting circles on your back. “You’re so good. Doin’ so well.”

John cupped your face and used his thumbs to caress your cheeks. “So good for us,” he seconded.

Before you knew it, Simon was buried to the hilt in your ass. The burn from the stretch gave way to a pleasant sting as he moved slowly in and out of you. Then he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down to lie against him, your back to his chest.

His breath caressed the shell of your ear as he tried his best not to fuck up into your ass the way he truly wanted to.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “Such a tight little thing….”

John bent between yours and Simon’s legs to taste you as Simon fucked your ass.

“Ohhhh,” you moaned.

“We’ve got you,” Simon said, sliding a hand up your neck. “You can take it, can’t you? We know you can. Our good girl.” He squeezed your neck lightly, and your eyes rolled back.

“Harder,” you said.

“What was that, love?”

“Harder. Fuck my ass harder, sir.”

“That’s better.” He held you tighter and began pumping up into you faster. John had a hard time keeping his mouth on you, but he found a way. You could hear him slurping against you even as Simon’s hips slapped against your ass.

When you came, both men praised you.

“That’s it. Let go.”

“That a girl. Look at you.”

“So beautiful when you cum.”

You had relaxed against Simon. They gave you a slight reprieve before you heard him say, “We’re not done quite yet.” He grabbed your legs from behind your knee and spread you wide open. When you were able to focus, you saw that John was there. You smiled.

“Oh, Simon, our girl’s enjoyin’ this,” John said proudly before looking down at your pussy. “Let’s see if it feels as good as it tastes, hm?” You nodded weakly, and he chuckled.

“Our girl’s a greedy little thing, ain’t she, John?” Simon said beneath you.

“She is.” John was touching himself now, getting himself ready for you.

“But she’s so good for us, so we’ll give her whatever she wants.” Simon was pumping into you slowly, trying to keep you as still as possible as John lined himself up. He began pushing into you, and you swear you went cross-eyed.

“Stay with us,” John teased, tapping your cheek lightly.

You were beyond full, and still, you wanted more. You needed them to move. You squirmed impatiently between them.

“Let’s not keep the lady waiting,” Simon said in a strained voice.

Both men moved in unison, keeping a pace that kept you on the edge. Their grunts and moans mixed with yours, and you thought you had never heard such a wonderful sound.

You would have never guessed that Simon was so vocal, but he was louder than you and John.

“You feel so good, Simon,” you moaned, and he grabbed your face gently.

“Tell John he feels good, too.”

“You feel so fucking good, John.” With that, he began fucking you harder.

“That’s our girl.” Simon matched John’s pace, and soon you were a mumbling mess sandwiched between these two glorious men.

Never in a million years did you think something like this would happen to you. You would almost say it wasn’t real if it wasn’t for the fact that you were being stretched and pulled in ways you had never been before.

Both men were getting close, their thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated. John was the first to let go, nearly collapsing on top of you as his thrusts stuttered to a stop as he filled you. He pulled out and watched his cum drip out of you, down your ass, and onto Simon’s dick which was still pumping into you.

Simon was not far behind, but before he came, he held you close and turned you onto your side. He grabbed one of your legs and lifted it as he fucked you while spooning you. After a few more thrusts in that position, he cried out in your ear as he filled you. He pressed himself against you as if he couldn’t get close enough.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he breathed. “You all right, love?”

“Mm hm,” you answered weakly.

John lay beside you, and you were again sandwiched between the two men.

“I don’t think I can move,” you said.

“There’s no need,” Simon said. “We’ll take care of you.”

“Rest. You deserve it,” John said, cupping your face. “We’ll be here when you wake up, won’t we, Lt.?”

“O’ course we will.” He kept his arm wrapped around you.

You knew they were both men of their word, so you let your eyes close, knowing that you were enveloped by their warmth and would wake up with the same feeling.

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Out of Reach

[Rick Grimes x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Finding the right moment is a hard thing to do. Especially when it involves the man who's in charge.

WC: 4226

Category: Slight Fluff, Pining

Fair warning, he might be slightly OOC, but honestly, who cares. It's Rick mf Grimes. Just look at his arms, you'll be fine.

『••✎••』

It was a strange feeling, really.

Having him so close and yet so far away.

You could almost taste him on your tongue, feel his skin on your fingertips. The heat of his breath on your neck. His lips ghosting over your own. It was torturous to be so close, but not close enough.

You ached for his touch, longed to run your fingers through his hair. He was so tantalizingly close. His mouth inches from yours, the smell of whiskey and gunpowder clinging to his clothes. You wanted nothing more than for him to take you in his arms and hold you close, but you couldn't bring yourself to say the words. You didn't want to make him uncomfortable or make him run.

You weren't even sure if he wanted you the way you wanted him, but the way he was looking at you… The way he was touching you… The way his lips hovered so close to yours like he wanted to kiss you but couldn't. He had to know how you felt, right? He had to feel the same way you did.

Maybe you were imagining it all; maybe it was just wishful thinking, but it was enough to drive you mad.

He was so close and yet so far away, and you knew that if you didn't do something about it soon, you would lose your mind. Maybe that's what pushed you over the edge, the thought of losing him before you even had a chance to have him. Maybe that's what drove you to finally take matters into your own hands.

"Rick."

Your voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough to capture his attention. He looked up from his cup, his blue eyes locking with yours, and suddenly, it felt as if the world had stopped spinning. Time stood still as you looked into each other's eyes, neither of you moving, neither of you breathing.

He had never looked more handsome than he did at that moment. The sunrise danced across his face, casting shadows over his features. His eyes were so bright and blue, you could get lost in them forever. His hair was mussed and disheveled, the way it always was when he'd been out hunting or fighting the dead. You'd never seen anything more beautiful in your life.

"Yeah?" He said, his voice barely a whisper. He was still in a sleep-like state, but he was slowly coming back to himself. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand as if to wake himself up. "What's goin' on?"

You weren't sure what to say. Your brain had stopped working the moment you locked eyes with him. All you could think about was him, his smell, his touch, his taste… You were so distracted that you hardly even registered his question. All you could do was stare.

"It's Judith, isn't it? You heard her cryin'?" His voice was groggy, his words slightly slurred, but there was still an undertone of worry in his tone. "I know, it's awful. It's her new thing now. I haven't slept more than an hour at a time for weeks."

Rick's words were muffled as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, but they were enough to break the spell that had been cast upon you. You blinked rapidly, shaking your head as if to clear your thoughts.

"No, Rick," you said, taking a deep breath before continuing, "it's not Judith. It's you."

He was looking at you with those beautiful eyes, but the longer you looked at him, the less you wanted to look away. It felt like an eternity had passed while the two of you stared at each other, but in reality, it had only been a few minutes.

Rick raised an eyebrow as he continued to stare at you with a confused look on his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted before he could say a word.

"What do you mean, 'it's him'?" Michonne asked, causing you to jump in your place. You hadn't even noticed her arrival. She must have been standing there for some time now, watching the two of you stare at each other, but you were too busy being captivated by Rick's eyes to even notice her. "What's going on?"

You weren't sure how much Michonne had overheard. Maybe she'd only heard Rick's question, or maybe she'd heard the rest of your conversation. All you knew was that there was no way you were going to confess now. Not in front of Michonne. You would never hear the end of it.

"It's nothing, really," you said, trying to avoid eye contact with the both of them, but you could feel their gazes burning into the back of your head. "I just… never mind."

Rick looked at you curiously as he tried to piece together what you'd been saying, but you didn't want to talk about it anymore. You just wanted to leave, to escape his questioning stare, and maybe Michonne's too. She looked like she had a lot of questions.

"You sure?" Rick asked, but you didn't answer. You simply shook your head, letting him know you weren't going to elaborate on your cryptic words before you turned and left without another word. The embarrassment was written all over your face, but you were just thankful that Rick hadn't pressed the issue.

He looked a bit confused, but he didn't follow you. He knew better than to pry. Besides, it was early, and the last thing he wanted to do was start an argument when he was just trying to have a peaceful moment to collect his thoughts before Judith started up again.

Michonne, on the other hand, was far less concerned about your wellbeing and far more concerned about prying into your private conversation.

"What was that all about?" She asked as she approached Rick, her voice laced with intrigue as she sat down next to him. "Did she say something?"

"Nah," Rick replied, his gaze following you as you walked through the camp, "You didn't give her much of a chance."

Michonne sighed as she rested her chin in the palm of her hand. She was still clearly intrigued by your behavior, but Rick had already moved on. It seemed like the whole ordeal had gone over his head. Of course, it did.

Rick was always aware of his surroundings. He always had a clear head and was always paying attention. Even when he was asleep, he was still analyzing everything. Yet, he was completely oblivious to your feelings for him. For an ex-sheriff, he sure was stupid when it came to romance.

You'd been infatuated with Rick since you first met him, but at the time you'd only been friends with him and haven't realized it. But lately, these past few months you were finding yourself constantly daydreaming about him.

You always got lost in the little things, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the sound of his laugh, the way he would play with Judith, or the way his lips would quirk up when you teased him… You’d always find yourself staring at him, imagining what it would be like to kiss him, and it was becoming almost too much.

You'd always felt safe in his presence, like nothing could ever hurt you while he was around, but lately, you felt like the closer he got to you the further away he'd go. You loved his company, you craved his presence, but you couldn't help feeling like he was slipping through your fingers. Especially when everyone else in the world seemed to involve themselves in your private conversations.

Rick had told you that you could always talk to him about anything, but sometimes it felt like you couldn't talk to him about anything without someone overhearing. And even when you did have a chance to talk to him, you couldn't seem to find the words. Your mouth would open, but nothing would come out. The only thing you could seem to do was look into his eyes and fall deeper and deeper.

You still found it a miracle that he never called you out on it. You found it hilarious that he always thought he was so smooth, but he had no clue. Ah, the irony of it all.

"Are you sure it was nothing?"

You jumped at the sound of his voice, quickly turning to look at him over your shoulder. His eyes were narrowed, and his lips were pursed as he tried to read your face.

What happened with leaving it alone? Rick always left you alone when you were in one of your moods. He knew you didn't want to talk, so he just left you alone. Why was he trying to get you to talk this time?

"I mean, it sure looked like something to me," he continued, his voice gruff as he scratched at the back of his neck. "Was it, uh, somethin' I did?"

You weren't sure if he knew it or not, but he was beginning to make you feel guilty. You hated that he felt like he needed to apologize for every little thing he did, like he needed to apologize for existing. This man always had his head buried in the sand while lifting others above him.

Honestly, it was exhausting.

Rick looked at you like a wounded puppy dog as he awaited your answer, and you couldn't help but sigh. It was impossible to be angry with him, especially when he was being so sweet, but he needed to stop acting so guilty about everything all the time. He takes the blame for everything.

"No, Rick, it's not you," you assured, smiling weakly at him as you turned around to face him, "It was something I was going to tell you about, but I just…"

"Michonne? It was Michonne, wasn't it?" He said, eyes squinting as he looked at you. "You hesitated to tell me, and you didn't want Michonne to hear, so you just… decided to leave instead?"

Excluding his obliviousness to your emotions, Rick was a very smart man. Even in his sleepy state, he could put two and two together to get the most accurate answer possible. You weren't sure if you liked that or not.

"Yeah," you admitted, shrugging as you looked down at the ground. You had no idea why you were embarrassed. You could tell Rick anything, right? Yet, for some reason, you just felt… weird.

"So…" he began, pausing for a moment to clear his throat, "What was it that you didn't want Michonne listening in?"

Rick watched you expectantly, clearly curious, but you felt like a deer in the headlights. You knew he would never push you if you really didn't want to talk about it, but he was also one of the most curious people you'd ever known. He wouldn't leave it alone.

It was one of his best traits, honestly. He was always trying to figure everything out, to put the puzzle pieces together and see the big picture. You wished he would take his own advice.

"Well?" he said, interrupting your train of thought, "What were you trying to tell me?"

"It was…" you began, swallowing the lump in your throat. Your cheeks flushed, and your hands began to sweat, and you couldn't bring yourself to look at him as you spoke, "It was something that's been on my mind a lot lately."

Rick was looking at you expectantly as he awaited your explanation, but you weren't sure how much you wanted to tell him. It was still hard for you to find the words.

Rick sighed as he leaned back, resting his back against the nearest tree. His blue eyes locked with yours as he waited, the light from the sun illuminating him like some sort of mythological deity. He was breathtakingly beautiful.

You wanted to lose yourself in his eyes forever.

"You can tell me anything, you know?" He said, his voice low as he tried to catch your eye, but you refused to look at him. "I promise, I'm not gonna judge you."

"I know."

You were so grateful for him. He always listened, always supported you, always had your back, and you never felt more at ease than when you were with him. He was the reason you were alive, and you knew it. You owed him everything.

"Can you look at me?"

You were too embarrassed to look at him, so you shook your head, refusing to meet his gaze. You knew if you did, you would lose your nerve and run off like you always did. Rick always tried to coax you out of your shell, but you'd never had a problem doing it on your own before.

Rick sighed, but you could tell he wasn't annoyed. He was just tired.

"This really is hard for you. I thought you would've said it by now."

"You don't even know what I'm going to say," you replied, finally looking up at him. His hair was tousled and unkempt. The sun was still low in the sky, so his eyes looked like the deepest oceans. You wanted to drown in them. "Maybe it's better if I don't say anything."

Rick didn't reply, but he didn't stop looking at you. His eyes were so gentle, so soft. They were inviting, like the sweetest embrace, and you couldn't help but be lulled in.

"No, it's not." His voice came out like warm silk as if it had been dipped in molasses and was being rolled over your skin. "Trust me, it's not."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you turned away from him, "I know what you're trying to do, but it's not going to work."

"And what's that?" he asked, but you refused to meet his gaze.

"Acting like you already know what I'm going to say," you huffed, crossing your arms.

"What if I do?"

You shook your head as you tried to avoid eye contact, "No, I don't think you do. I think you're just hoping I'm gonna say it so you don't have to."

Rick let out a deep sigh, but you didn't dare look at him. "And you call me the oblivious one."

You laughed, finally looking at him. "Well, you are."

"Am I? Am I really? Because it sure feels like you're avoiding the question."

"Oh my God, Rick, I'm not avoiding the question." You laughed again as you rolled your eyes.

"Then why won't you answer?" He asked, looking at you expectantly. "Why won't you look at me?"

Rick looked like a child as he stared at you, his lips turned into a pout as he continued to play his part. You couldn't help but laugh again, but this time it was much louder.

"Stop trying to act like you already know—"

"—What? Like your eyes won't wander to my lips every time you're talking to me? Like I don't notice you biting your lip every time I smile at you? Like I don't see the way you stare at me when you think I'm not paying attention? Like I don't hear you when you wake up in the middle of the night and have to go take a piss?"

You weren't laughing anymore.

Rick was so close to you that you could feel the heat of his breath on your neck. He had you cornered, trapped between him and the tree behind you. He was so close that if you leaned forward, you'd fall into his arms. You could feel his hot skin through the thin material of your shirt. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, and your mouth was dry, and you were barely aware of the words you were saying.

"W-What are you talking about?" You stammered as you took a step back. Rick followed your movement, and you nearly stumbled into his chest. He placed his hand on the small of your back to steady you, but it sent tingles down your spine.

"You're a terrible liar and you're bad at hiding your feelings," he said, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "And I've always been good at reading people. Especially you, Miss Know-It-All."

Your heart was beating so hard, you were sure he could feel it pounding against his chest, and it felt like your knees were going to buckle at any second. Rick had backed you into a corner and was inches from your lips, but he had yet to close the gap. He was still waiting for your response.

"This is so embarrassing," you whined as you pushed against his chest, trying to push him away, but he held firm, not moving an inch.

"Why?" he asked, looking down at you with his soft blue eyes, "What are you so embarrassed about?"

"You… You know why," you mumbled, your face growing warm as he continued to look at you.

"Do I? I have to say, I'm a little confused here. Why don't you tell me? Why don't you use your words?"

You couldn't meet his gaze as you continued to play with the hem of your shirt, but Rick wasn't going to let you hide. He placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. Even after he confessed that he could read you like a book, he still wanted you to use your words. Maybe it was just because he wanted to see you squirm.

Suddenly, your throat allowed you to speak. Argue even,

"You knew this entire time and yet you never said anything? You let me dance around it when all along you knew how I felt. It's… humiliating, really. I can't believe you let me embarrass myself this entire time. You should've stopped me sooner."

Rick was looking at you with those beautiful eyes of his, and you felt like he was peering into your soul. He was trying to find the words to say, trying to find the right thing to say to make you feel better. But what was there to say?

"I thought you weren't going to judge me," you continued, sighing as you looked away from him.

"I'm not judging you," he whispered, leaning down to look at you, "I didn't judge you. Look, what I said moments ago, that was me teasing you. Truthfully, I was just waiting for you to say something. I mean, I could see it in your eyes every time you looked at me, and I… I just…" He let out a deep sigh, running his hand through his hair before he began again.

"I wasn't sure how you felt about me. I had a feeling, a feeling I decided to play on, but I wasn't completely sure. I wasn't sure if it was just my imagination." He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts before continuing, "And the last thing I wanted to do was scare you away. I was trying to let you work up the courage. I didn't want to rush you. Like I said, I know how to read people, and I was waiting to hear what you had to say."

He paused for a moment, looking into your eyes with that gorgeous gaze of his. He seemed to be searching for something in your expression, some sort of indication that you wanted him to continue. It made you feel like you were being examined under a microscope.

"I'm not very good at this," he finally said, his voice low as he continued, "The talking part, I mean. I don't do it well. It's the reason why Lori and I had issues in the end. We never had good communication. But I… I didn't want that to happen to us. Not with you. I care too much."

"So, technically, I was right," you said, trying to hide the smirk on your face.

Rick laughed, a deep and throaty laugh, as he shook his head. "Don't be so smug. You got your way."

"Yeah, I did."

Rick had his hand on the back of his neck as he looked at you expectantly, "So, what's your plan now? What are you gonna say? You were so against me acting like I knew what you were going to say that I'm just curious to know what you're going to say now. Do I want to hear it?"

You couldn't help but laugh. Of course, he'd want you to use your words. He'd tease you mercilessly if you tried to go silent again, so you decided to take the initiative and just say it already.

"I concur," you replied, smiling brightly at him. "There. I used words."

Rick chuckled, a soft and quiet sound that sent shivers down your spine. You could get drunk on the sound of his laugh alone. It was so gentle, so genuine. It was as sweet as honey, and you never wanted him to stop laughing. You wanted him to laugh forever.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said, rolling his eyes, "I get it. You got what you wanted. Can I ask what you were going to say before this all happened?"

"You said it already," you teased, raising an eyebrow at him, "Better than I could’ve."

Rick sighed as he looked down at you, "I really hate how clever you are sometimes. You always have a comeback. I just… I really want to know."

"Really? You want me to repeat myself? Hear me stutter and sweat all over the place? Just stand there looking like an idiot while you stand there looking all cool and collected?"

He laughed, a deep and throaty sound, as he placed his hand on your back. "Well, you already did that, but if you'd like to try again, I'd love to hear it."

You rolled your eyes, letting out a huff as you looked at him with narrowed eyes. He was standing so close to you, yet so far away. All you could do was stare at him as he looked down at you. It was a lot harder to confess your feelings when his gaze was piercing into your soul.

"Can you move?" You asked, motioning to his arm that was pinned between the two of you. He didn't reply. He simply looked at you for a moment, taking in your features, before moving his hand away. He was being gentle like he was afraid to touch you. His fingertips grazed your skin ever so slightly as he retracted his arm, sending shivers down your spine, and you were overcome with the urge to take his hand and hold it in yours.

"Are you going to make the first move now? Or am I gonna have to do all the work?" He asked, his lips quirking into that mischievous smirk you knew so well.

"Oh, shut it."

"Only if you-"

"Rick! I thought I heard your voice." Gabriel's voice cut through the air like a knife, and it took everything in you not to groan. You hadn't even heard his approach, and he was so loud it almost felt as if you'd been caught doing something you shouldn't. "I'm glad I found you."

"Yeah?" Rick said, clearing his throat as he turned around. He shot you a glance, an amused smile on his face, before turning his attention back to Gabriel. He really did know how you worked, didn't he?

"I've been meaning to talk to you for a while," Gabriel said, looking down at the ground with a sheepish smile on his face. He had been around long enough to know when to keep his mouth shut. "There's been something I wanted to discuss with you."

Rick furrowed his brow, glancing at you for a moment before nodding, "Yeah, of course."

"Would it be okay if we spoke in private?"

The shared look between the two of you was enough to burst into laughter, but you managed to bite your tongue. Rick, however, wasn't so lucky. He let out a quiet chuckle as he shook his head, trying to hide his amusement.

"Yeah, of course. No problem," he said, placing his hand on the small of your back as he began to walk away. He shot you another look over his shoulder, that smirk still on his lips. "I'll be back, okay?"

You wanted to tell him that you would be waiting for him, that you wouldn't leave without him, but you couldn't. Gabriel was already shooting you a questioning look from across camp, and you really didn't feel like explaining anything to him. You weren't even sure if you wanted to explain anything to yourself.

So instead, you watched as Rick walked away, his eyes locked on yours. His gaze burned into your skin, and it took everything in you not to run after him. You wanted to tell him that you'd be waiting for him. You wanted to tell him that you weren't going anywhere, but you couldn't find the words. So, you watched as he disappeared into the woods with Gabriel at his side

Once he was gone, you sighed, letting your head fall as you rubbed your temples.

Always so close, but yet so far away.

[circe69]

[𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒] - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐

tw: suggestiveness, maybe ooc ghost but i'd beg to differ, lowercase intended. tags: sweet!ghost, kisses, slight body worship, sub!ghost. short but sweet!

꧁ ꧂ part 1 here!

"ghost, get your things, we're leaving early."

prices' voice rang through both of your ears, leaving scars and bruises along your skin as he spoke. ghost looked up at you first, "wait, y/n-" he grabbed your wrist, gently but demanding, just begging for you to listen to him.

"ghost, you have to leav-" "i know, i know, just hold on," ghost stood up, grasping both of your wrists and letting them hang below the two of you as he towered over your head.

"ghost, now." price yelled gruffly, and that was ghost's final straw. he exhaled loudly and dropped both of your hands before stomping over to the doorway to where his captain stood, and slammed the metal door in his face, leaving your jaw to drop on the floor at his disrespect.

to your surprise, price didn't fight back. there were no hinges broken or curses yelled, which led you to believe that this was something ghost had planned for a long time and told many people about.

"alright, i need you to listen to me, okay?"

his voice had suddenly changed, like someone put the fire out of his vocal cords, and you loved it. he sounded careful, not careless, and protective but not aggressive.

all you could do was nod in response, scared to talk, scared to interrupt anything he'd say. ghost walked back over to you, with anxiety but excitement pouring out of him, leaving footprints in the soft carpet and small smiles pulling at your lips.

he kneeled before you, as if he was proposing, and gently took one hand in his. ghost softly undid your clenched hand and started to kiss every single one of your fingers, slowly, tasting every part of you, wanting to be the only thing you'd ever touch again with those same fingers.

"i'm in love with you," he whispered, saying in between kisses he placed on the webbing of your joints and the white of your knuckles, "i have been for a very long time." ghost then dropped your hand, and scooted closer to you. his gloved hand steadily drifted up your tank top, dragging the fabric up with it and started to lay lazy, open-mouthed kisses on your stomach and waist. you had to swallow hard to not make any pleased noises, trying to quietly moan at his handiwork to keep it all to yourself.

once he was done, he slowly stood back up, facing you once again. "come to manchester with me."

you gasped at the thought, but it was more thrilled than anything. all you could do was kiss the side of his mouth and say, "yes, yes, i want to." you felt ghost smile into the passionate kiss you enveloped in, lips tangled in one another and tongues shyly pressing into each other's mouth. you broke the kiss for a minute just to lay your forehead on his and whisper, "i love you. i always have."

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A Night Too Young - Simon “Ghost” Riley

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Warning(s): Slight NSFW, Explicit Language, Possible OOC

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Stuck playing a lovesick married couple for a mission to gather intel, Ghost had his arm looped through yours as he walked beside you. “Don't even think about pulling some dumb move. There'll be hell to pay, angel," he warned, giving you a sharp look before ushering you inside the building.

“Keep it together. I'm dead serious,” he muttered, his deep voice wavering slightly. Those phoney wedding rings you both wore sparkled under the party's strobe lights, a fake sign of love that turned your stomachs.

“What?” you retort with a scoff, a hint of irritation on your face. “Do I look like a six-year-old to you? Watch your tone, Ghost.”

“I don’t need to know how old you are, princess.” He hissed back, keeping a firm grip on your wrist as he guided you through the crowded place. “I’ll be your damn babysitter if I have to. You’ll either play along with this marriage or get yourself into shit.”

His eyes flickered with a dark look as he dragged you toward a private area, away from prying eyes. “There are stakes in this. Do not screw this up.”

You grit your teeth, inhaling deeply. “Fuckin' hell, imagine actually having to be your wife and returning home to you every single day,” you mutter with a sigh.

“You really shouldn’t complain.” He shot back, dragging you into a corner that had a more secluded view from the rest of the party. His eyes were sharp, a slight glare toward you. The way you were acting made him mad. “If you were really in this position, you could be in trouble.”

You scoff and shoot him a defiant look. “Believe me, I won't,” you glare.

“Good.” His eyes narrowed as he pulled you closer to him, your bodies almost touching. He looked you up and down, his gaze making you wonder. “Good, because you may just be my ‘wife’.”

He whispered the last word, his tone slightly sinister as a small smirk spread across his face.

You force a fake, sickly smile and give him a little shove. “You're quite the smartass, aren't you? Don't get ahead of yourself,” you warn.

“Oh, careful, princess.” His eyes flickered with that dark look as he grabbed your wrists, pinning you against the wall of the secluded area. “You’re gonna just get yourself into loads of trouble.”

Your stomach turned as you felt his warm body heat up against yours, and you felt yourself blush as he leaned forward. His deep voice spoke again, sending a chill through your spine. “This ‘act’, is for you and me only. You hear me?”

“The hell are you on about?” you press on with a furrowed brow.

A chuckle escaped his throat as he ran his fingers lightly along your waist, sending even more shivers down your back.

The smile on Ghost’s face grew wide as he looked back at you in the corner of his eye. His fingers still running along your figure in gentle strokes, his smirk growing slightly larger.

“I can see right through you, princess.”

You arch an eyebrow and snort, “Someone seriously needs to humble you.”

A soft chuckle left Ghost’s throat as he looked away from you, his hand still running along your waist as if he was mesmerized by your figure.

“Oh really? And how do you plan on doing that?”

Without letting you answer, Ghost suddenly had your hand in his grasp, gently pulling you close to his body. You were almost breathless.

You gasp, “Fuck are you-”

His fingers traced over your body, sending shivers like electric sparks.

With your mouth slightly ajar, Ghost shot you a smirk and whispered in your ear, “That's it, princess...”

His deep voice gave you chills as he abruptly pulled you close. In the dim, secluded corner, your wedding rings glimmer, the distant strobe lights from the party casting a faint glow.

“Someone's gonna-” you squirm, afraid someone might walk in.

“Stop struggling, princess.” His deep voice was smooth as silk, his hand running along your waist still as he lifted you up against the wall.

“Oh, look at that…our rings match.” He smirked, keeping you close to his body.

You roll your eyes, “No shit.”

A soft chuckle left his throat as his gaze remained on your face and your struggling. “No need to roll your eyes like a brat, princess, I know it’s hard for you to handle this..”

You chuckle, saying, “The only thing that's hard here is you, sweetie."

Ghost smirked at you before suddenly moving even closer, his hand moving even lower on your waist as the other grasped your thigh.

“Sweetie?” He whispered, his mouth almost touching your ear. “Why don’t you show me just how sweet you are, princess?”

“Wouldn't you just love to find out?" you tease, smirking as your finger traces along his jawline.

Ghost’s eyes flickered a bit, his gaze darkening, his lips almost touching yours. You saw the light shine in his pupils before his other hand grabbed your neck, pulling you closer.

The room became silent as he smirked. “Oh, I do need to know…”

The limited space between the either of you, closing in.

You halt him by placing your palm over his mouth. “Forget our little agreement already? No kissing, unless it's absolutely necessary."

“You really are a brat, huh?” Ghost chuckled, his deep voice sending a shiver down your spine as he slowly lowered his hand from your mouth.

“Fine, for the mission, right?” He smirked at you and brushed your hair out of your face. “What if I wanted to kiss you, though?” His voice raised a bit, an odd blush adorning him.

You just shrug, giving him a playful grin. “Oh come on, use that military training of yours. Exercise a bit of self-control, Lieutenant," you chuckle.

“…You didn’t answer my question.”

You raise an amused eyebrow.

“…What if I wanted to kiss you?” Ghost suddenly mumbled, his voice a soft whisper as if he wanted nobody to hear it. “Would you let me…?” His eyes held that same odd look as they stared down at yours, almost looking soft, his expression almost innocent.

Your eyes briefly flicker down to his lips, just for a moment, before lifting back up to meet his gaze. “Only if necessary."

“Right…” His eyes locked in on yours before he smirked, his body becoming more tense as he leaned forward slightly. “What if I tried to…”

Ghost suddenly closed the gap, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss as his other hand grasped the side of your cheek. His lips were soft and his body heat radiated against yours.

Your eyes flutter closed as you try to savour the moment, but he pulls away, prompting you to instinctively follow his lips.

Ghost leans over you, his taller frame creating an encompassing presence. His forearm casually finds support on the wall above your head, creating a subtle but firm barrier. The proximity is intense, his gaze possibly locking onto yours, and the touch of his forearm adds a protective and somewhat possessive quality to the moment. It's a gesture that speaks volumes, blending an aura of intimacy with a hint of dominance.

You felt your breath catch in your throat as you looked at him.

“Why did you-"

Ghost took a moment before his deep voice spoke again, the flirtatious tone making your heart rate spike. “I don’t know…”

“…Maybe it’s because I’ve wanted to for a while.”

You roll your eyes and let out a groan, giving him a shove before pressing on into the crowded bar. Your focus shifts back to the mission, but you can't shake the racing beat of your heart as you try to keep things under control.

He eventually followed you, his hand gently placed on your back as you walked.

“I think we got off to the wrong start earlier. Just don’t do anything stupid and we’ll be fine, alright?”

You stay quiet, but flash a faux smile to keep things low-key, casually looping your hand through Simon's to dodge prying eyes.

With his free hand, Ghost grabbed your hip and nipped it slightly. It was still all for the mission…right?

He looked down at you with those eyes, now staring just a bit deeper into yours. “We look pretty good together.” His whisper sent a chill through your spine.

“…Don’t you think?”

“It doesn't matter," you push out, staring straight ahead.

Ghost scoffed as he let go of your thigh, his grip tightening on your hand. “I think it matters…to me at least.”

You abruptly stop and face him. “Why are you doing this?"

Ghost looked down at you for a moment before speaking, his tone almost sincere. “I don’t just…”

He looked down at your wedding rings, the ones that sparkled in the dim lighting. He was suddenly silent and still.

“…I think I…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence as his eyes looked back up at you, his expression profound. “Fuck- never mind. It’s stupid.”

You grasp his collar and yank him down to eye level. “Did you ever actually care about not acting like an idiot around me?”

Ghost swallowed as he looked right into your eyes, your face inches from his. His voice broke slightly.

“Alright…fine.” His expression was serious as he took a deep breath. “Look, princess…I-...I think I have feelings for you, alright? There, I said it…”

“No, we can't—you-” you begin, but your words are suddenly silenced as he crashes his lips onto yours.

The mission…the act of marriage. It was becoming less and less of a role, and more of an actual experience for you both.

Your heart pounded as you heard a small moan escape from the kiss, his hand holding yours a little tighter. He pulled away for a moment, breathing out hard and fast. “Princess…”

“Shut up,” you whisper before pulling him back in.

He let a small moan escape his lips too as his one hand grabbed the back of your head, the other tensing the grip on your hip. You were both making the mission harder to follow.

The kiss grew deeper and it almost felt like nothing else mattered, except for this moment. Simon kissed you again, his passion growing again as his tongue lightly pressed into your lips. Both so lost in the moment…

You pull away ever so slightly, catching your breath. “The mission, Simon-”

Ghost swallowed the moment his lips broke from yours, his breathing heavy as he looked at you, a deep blush on his cheeks.

He tried to speak, but his voice was slightly rasped as he looked right into your eyes. “The mission…” he started, his deep tone sounding a bit more cautious. But then, “Fuck it.”

He grabbed you close again before pulling you back into a kiss, a smirk on his lips as he gently nibbled your lower lip. God, he wanted you.

“D-don't,” You whimper.

“Fuck, princess,” He rasped, his breaths growing shallow.

You gaze into his eyes, your own glossed over. Your composure wavering by the slow second.

Until...

“Say, Mr. Riley, mind if we skip to the night of our wedding?”

A chuckle.

Simon's fingers glide tenderly to meet the metal of your wedding band. The cool touch of his skin contrasts with the warmth of the ring as he lifts your hand, cradling it gently. With a soft, affectionate kiss, he presses his lips against the symbol of duty, all while burning his velvet browns into yours.

“Your wish is my command, Mrs. Riley”

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[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

rrriiight i was thinking of a hualian x reader thing. the reader is a bit cold and apathetic but caring of two certain people and had been all the way through with hualian like for example, had served xie lian when he was still a prince or helped hong er from time to time. but somehow they just vanished and never came back.

surprise surprise, whilst hualian and some other gods were on a mission, they got attacked let’s say (or were in danger) and guess who came to save them? reader! and thats when it clicks for hualian. that was you. you weren’t gone. so- they never let you get away ever again.

just an idea that came to mind :D

In the Back of Your Mind

Hua Cheng x gn!reader x Xie Lian

I'm so sorry it took so long! I try to put my life updates in my bio, but I've been very busy moving houses! So I'm rlly sorry and I hope this is good!

I didn't know if you wanted reader to be a ghost or a god but I made them a ghost

Because gods don't usually disappear for like ever? Idk uhm if you don't like that just tell me and I'll edit it!

Made up a scenario that puts Xie Lian and Hua Cheng at a disadvantage

Ignore grammar mistakes

Slight OOC!!!

Made up details about reader and their life

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Xie Lian and Hua Cheng are very happy with their relationship and their life

But something's missing

Someone's missing

They haven't seen you in a very, very long time

It's been centuries actually and you still haven't shown up

But they haven't forgotten you, even though you've been missing or maybe even dead they still think about you in the back of their head.

Xie Lian misses you dearly

You had served Xie Lian during XianLe and had always been by his side.

You took your job seriously and it was your first priority to keep Xie Lian happy

You served him well and fought for him too

Your loyalty to Xie Lian was deep and everyone could see it

Everyone knew you loved him besides Xie Lian of course.

Because it was obvious! You wouldn't utter a word to anyone else

Your presence was a cold force to anyone besides Xie Lian

You were always quick to create space with anyone who came near him too.

It seemed like you couldn't care less for anyone else's problems but Xie Lian's.

Not that it mattered to you, as long as you could stay by his side it didn't matter what you were

Whether you were his servant or guard, whether you were next to him or below him, whether he used you as a step or tool.

You never minded, you'd do anything for him even if he wouldn't do those things.

You stayed by his side when Mu Qing and Feng Xin disappeare

You stayed when his palace fell

When his parents died

When Xie Lian started on a bad path

When he turned meaner, rougher, and angrier so that he wouldn't be hurt by the world again

When he grieved because he had been done wrong

You stayed with Xie Lian for as long as you could, and you loved him deeply every second of it.

But then someone took you from Xie Lian.

You never came back

Hua Cheng misses you just as dearly.

You took care of Xie Lian so well and then you just disappeared

When Hong er as caught by Xie Lian obviously he couldn't take care of Hong er by himself

But when Xie Lian was busy, everyone else was too disgusted to touch him

And Hong er didn't want to be in anyone else's arms either

You were different though, even though you were a servant like Mu Qing and Feng Xin you reacted differently

You held Hong er gently, as if the mongrel child would fall to pieces in your arms

You wouldn't let anyone touch him or try to kick him out of the palace

Always quick, you would settle a cold glare on someone if they tried to pull Hong er from your arms

Taking care of Hong er was just as serious as taking care of Xie Lian to you

You spent a lot of time with His Cheng like that

So after Hua Cheng's first death he searched and searched and searched

He never found the two of you

When Hua Cheng had finally found Xie Lian he was so excited to finally see you both again!

Even though he doesn't want to reveal his secret just yet, he hopes the two of you won't find him disgusting for his actions

But. . . You weren't there.

Don't get him wrong Hua Cheng is very happy to see one of the loves of his life after searching so long but you have never left Xie Lian's side so where are you?

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng continued their relationship and their story without you

Which was unfortunate but what could they do?

They had both tried to search for you and found you no where

Things are always changing though

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It was just another mission, and it should've been quick and easy. Especially since Xie Lian and Hua Cheng tagged along. Hua Cheng was only here for Xie Lian though, no one else. The mission didn't go smoothly though.

Missions rarely go smoothly when you're in the dark woods, with lots of monsters, and a heavy fog covers the forest. Not smooth at all when lower gods are bickering with Hua Cheng and Xie Lian.

They all got lost and wherever they ended up in these dark woods, had a block on the arrays. Xie Lian can't call for help or reach the heavens and neither can the other gods. What's worse! Powers are blocked too! It's like they've all stumbled upon an area of complete silence as if they were muted.

So even Hua Cheng is struggling a little bit right? Can't break the blocking energy source if you can't find it! Of course the gods all split up, leaving Xie Lian and Hua Cheng alone. It doesn't matter to Hua Cheng if his powers have been weakened or not he'll still do everything he can to protect Xie Lian from the monsters in the woods.

The more time Xie Lian and Hua Cheng stand around in the fog the more things they see. The deeper they go, the thicker the fog gets. And the thick the fog gets the more people they start to see the more things they start to see. It's not a good thing though, it's all illusions and they figured that out quickly when Hua Cheng swipes at a humanoid figure that looks just like Xie Lian.

Xie Lian doesn't have the time to solve the problem because him and Hua Cheng have a big possibility of being hurt right now. E-ming and rouye refuse to move. Hua Cheng will happily use his body and hands to defend Xie Lian if he has to though. Xie Lian says that's silly and chooses to run, dragging Hua Cheng along with him. The foggy ghosts only chase, and it's hard to run in such thick fog.

In fact the fog is so thick that eventually after running so long the ghosts give up on running after them. Xie Lian thought they were safe now but when he looks back Hua Cheng is gone.

Xie Lian shouts for him and tries to look around but the more he looks around the fog the more humanoid figures he sees. they're just. . . Fog. If Xie Lian could see Hua Cheng right now and he still wouldn't know if it was the real one.

The fog is dangerous, creating illusions of people Xie Lian already knows or things from his past, trying to trick him. He's only more lost and he doesn't know how to get out of this mess. It's actually very stressful, how does the fog know all these things, how is it forming the people he used to know and love?

Hua Cheng is in the same predicament. He wanders around the fog and at one point he thought he found Xie Lian again but when his hand wrapped around Xie Lian's arm, the figure turned in vapor. They're both lost. They're both being surrounded by crowds of foggy figures.

Just before the foggy figures are able to touch them the fog disperses though. A loud screech Is heard in the air, a sudden cold breeze blowing past Xie Lian and Hua Cheng, then the fog settles down. It turns out they weren't that far from each other at all and Xie Lian has never run into Hua Cheng's arms faster.

When they both see a foggy figure again they get nervous. One, because the fog has dispersed so they thought they were safe now. Two, it looks like you. Xie Lian already hates the fog he's already seen awful things but he doesn't want to see you like this. Not the fake you.

He can't help but tear up when 'you' try to urge him to come forward, but with the fog gone so is the blocked energy. Xie Lian shoots rouye out, trying to make the awful sight go away by rouye wraps around a surprisingly very sturdy wrist. You grip on rouye and pull Xie Lian forward a little, uttering a small "Dianxia, Hong er"

They know it's you, even though it seems so unbelievable. Xie Lian is literally jumping on you and knocking you to the ground. Hua Cheng manages to act a little more suave but he'd be a liar to say he isn't astonished. It's just a big pile of tears, embraces, and "I love you's".

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng waste no time bringing you home, they cling on to you desperately. Even if you just want to explore Paradise Manor it doesn't matter, both of them are at your side. They absolutely refuse to let you go. As if they're scared, if they look away you'll vanish again. Xie Lian and Hua Cheng just won't let that happen! They love you very much and they've missed out many years of loving and caring for you. They plan to repay all the missed affections

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Uhhhh here it is! I hope it's good 🤔 honestly I feel a little eh about this but let me know what y'all think 🖤I don't know if this is exactly what you were imagining anon but if it wasn't this make another submission in like deeper, exact details and I'll try again okay!

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Ghost x Soap

Ghost finds Soap sitting by himself during a party.

Extreme fluff, slight Hurt/Comfort, Somewhat of a First Kiss, Pre-Established Feelings, Domestic Fluff, Flirting, Banter, Soft, Romance, Drabble

WC: 1.3k~

Author's Note: I want to write more for Ghost x Soap, but I admit they're challenging to convey in a way I like. I hope this doesn't feel OOC or like a bunch of nothing; I'm still practicing, but please enjoy! ´･ᴗ･`

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Ghost found Soap sitting to himself on the back patio; it wasn't like him to be the one to go missing during a get-together.

He'd been outside for nearly half an hour now, alone, with only the setting sun and the warm summer air to keep him company. His body all but molded to his lawn chair as he lounged, head rested back to count the clouds. Laughter and music from inside played muffled between the glass door and the outside world around him, and it had been enough for him not to feel so alone with its transparent presence.

Soap turns upon hearing the back door slide open, and smiles when his oceanic blue eyes find the dark browns of his lieutenant, raising up in his seat as though he'd just been called upon. Johnny always tended to pep up just a little more anytime Ghost was near. It seemed like everyone noticed this but Johnny, in fact, Ghost included. Ghost especially.

"L.T.!" He greets the man as though it'd not been a few minutes ago that he'd just seen him. That time apart may as well have been days, according to the Sergeant; time often dulls without his superior around. "Something wrong?"

Naturally, Soap hadn't expected his teammate to be out here for no reason whatsoever. Ghost never was a man to move without meaning, a fact which often extended beyond work. However, when Soap sees the sudden awkwardness slip out from Ghost upon hearing his question, it excites the young Scotsman.

"Couldn't find you," Ghost says, his voice doing its best to say as much without the words coming out as frail as they felt on his tongue, having spent the last five minutes looking for the man like a lost child. "Thought you up and left."

Soqap starts to grin like an idiot, and Ghost knows already he's said too much. At that point, he hadn't needed to hear what the man had to say in reply; he was sure it was already one Ghost's heard before.

"Come lookin' for me then, aye L.T.?" the Sergeant teases. "You goin' soft on me now, big guy?"

"Not in the slightest," Ghost says plainly.

Soap merely chuckles, letting his large arms fold over his chest as he's rested his head back against the lawn chair. He'll take his small victories where he can get them; Ghost never made them easy to earn.

"It's OK if you were," he teases, his tongue twisting along with his accent in ways that Simon couldn't help but follow along to eagerly. "You don't have to say it, mate. Besides, I'd say goodbye first, you know that."

Ghost rolls his eyes, though he soon pulls a chair over for himself and sets it right next to Soap shortly after, not having needed much of an excuse to join him. Even Ghost had felt as though these get-togethers grow tiresome without the Sergeant's presence. It makes time move at a snail's pace.

To answer Soap's question from before he'd sat down, the lieutenant then presented to the Sergeant a half-finished cup of Sprite and Tequila he'd mixed in a red solo cup earlier.

"You left your drink."

Soap gives Ghost a rather shy grin before taking his drink, promptly taking a sip once the cup graced his hand again. "I knew you cared, Ghost."

Though he sighs to himself, Ghost's body buzzed with excitement. Had it been Johnny's words that had been the culprit, or that larger-than-life smile he gave him after the fact?

He knows he'll start staring again if he ponders the question for too long, so instead, he makes himself comfortable in his chair, having settled with joining Soap's former gaze above the clouds, which grew more and more seldom with the setting sun.

Ghost has already helped himself to a cigarette two minutes into the silence, a natural course of events that happens whenever the man has more than two minutes to himself outside.

Being in the comfort of close friends in a private setting, he'd forgone his mask, happy to not have to fumble around with it tonight each time he took a sip from his drink or went to eat something. The others still seemed to gawk at him every now and then, as though they'd never seen a man before him, but Simon found it a fair tradeoff all the same. One day their heads will turn in ways like with every other. And for the first time in a long time, he'd been OK with allowing that change to come, however slowly.

No doubt Soap always enjoyed seeing the face of his superior, this man he's grown such an uncanny attachment to, yet it couldn't be more natural. He enjoyed watching the way the muscles in his jaw flexed and moved, his scarred lips pursed over a cigarette, and dark eyes hooded as he hunched over to light the end. Once done, his eyes close, taking in the nicotine, before sinking back into his chair with a dramatic huff, releasing the smoke back into the atmosphere around him.

Soap always knew Ghost to be a rather animated individual, even with his mask. Without it, that fact was indisputable, and the Sergeant couldn't get enough of it.

"You know," Soap only continues. "If you wanted to come out and sit with me, you didn't need to use the drink as an excuse."

"Is that what this is?" Ghost asks sarcastically. "An excuse to come look for you, Johnny?"

"I hope so."

Soap smiles, and Ghost wonders if the man can see every witty comeback he had lined up for him give way to something far softer. He doubts the Sergeant even planned that line; he always did just say whatever came to mind.

Ghost settles back in his chair, letting his eyes following the passing crows. He huffs some more of his cigarette, they always did relax him, even more so with Soap. Always with Soap.

"I wouldn't need an excuse, Johnny."

A rough hand slides itself over Ghost's battered knuckles softly, as fingers gently entangled themselves between his own. The man's gaze looks over almost hesitantly, his heart caught like a lump in his throat when he immediately meets his Sergeant's endearing stare, with a smile that didn't need to speak of how he felt. It spoke for itself.

Ghost let out a breath he hadn't been aware he'd been holding; always being left at the edge of his seat with these encounters, even with the smallest of actions. A smile forms as quickly as the breath leaves him, his hand settling in Soap's and taking better hold.

As though to leave him with little time to recover, Soap then gently brings the man's hand up to his lips, feeling his breath feather over him, before being replaced by equally light kisses, one to each knuckle.

Soap wanted to kiss his skin, kiss all the scars, all the grooves and marks the world has littered his body with. If his lips could make them no longer matter, being but the skin he wished to hold closely to himself, then Soap would kiss every inch of his knuckles if allowed to continue.

Once he's felt his lips graze his skin, however, Ghost can't help but yearn for more. He lets his callous palm curve over the scruff of Soap's facial hair, cupping the man's well-defined jawline as though he'd never have the chance to do so again. For Simon, he knew all too well how true a reality that could be, and it's made him cherish these moments as they come.

Ghost lets himself lean over his chair, as awkward as it had been, given his sheer size, before bringing his lips over, until they've found the soft mouth that had been Soap's. He kisses him slowly, tasting the blend of tequila and nicotine on their tongues as they gently lapped at one another. Both men feeling just as they've always daydreamed of on their loneliest of nights.

Soap then jolts suddenly, before chuckling against Ghost's lips, pulling back lightly. "You just spilled my drink, mate."

Ghost looks down, seeing the spilled mess he'd now made in Johnny's lap, a small pool now having formed over his jeans. He merely chuckles to himself, before letting his eyes luridly lift back to him.

"Looks like you'll just have to take them off now," he purrs.

Soap lets his hand rest against Ghost's neck, before leaning forward to plant another quick kiss on his lips. He let his other hand run over the man's chest, sliding down greedily, before stopping just short of his waistline. "Was this your plan all along?" he asks.

Ghost smiles, a playful glint lighting in his eyes. "I've no idea what you're talking about, Johnny."

Thank you so much for reading this, it truly means a lot to me. Lately, I've felt in a bit of a funk with my writing, but I'm hoping to write more soon and get back into it.

A while back I did a poll for a Soap x Ghost x Roach thriller/horror fic. I've been working on the outline and it's coming a long way. But alas, I want to improve at writing Ghostsoap before tackling that behemoth.

Feedback would be absolutely appreciated and welcome, however, I'm just happy if you enjoyed what you read 🙂 if you didn't, tell me what I could do better please, I'm serious 😭

Thanks for reading! ｡^‿^｡

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bullseye 🎯 (sniper x reader)

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author’s note - hello tumblr 😈 I am worried that this is ooc for sniper, but i don’t care that much bc he is soooo babygirl. my new zealand pookie.

relationship - sniper x gn!reader

warnings - smut!!!

synopsis - sniper’s teaching you how to use his rifle, and things go south quick.

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the sun in new mexico was shining down like no tomorrow. maybe with the way you were feeling, there wouldn’t be a tomorrow. you felt like you were gonna die of heat stroke. sniper was right next to you, his hand helping you position the gun towards the far away target. he had set up a scarecrow around 100 feet away. your goal was to aim a clean headshot. you weren’t that good at shooting, but sniper was the one who saw potential in you.

“now, when I let go of this, you gotta keep your hands steady. got it?”

it wasn’t your fault your hands weren’t steady. he was the one with his other hand on your shoulder, his breath steady on your neck. god, it might be the heat getting to you but the assassin behind you was beginning to look handsomer and handsomer.

“I-I got it.”

you gulped, trying to follow the advice he gave you earlier before. breathe in, breathe out. he gently let go of the gun, letting its slight heaviness fall back into your hands. you managed to steady your hands and ghosted your finger over the trigger. you closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, opening them and taking the shot.

bullseye.

“I did it!”

you shouted, jumping up from your slightly crouched position. you were so proud of yourself! suddenly, you felt a pair of chapped lips press against yours. sniper grabbed your hips and pulled away from your lips. your cheeks must’ve been as red of a cherry right now.

“i knew you could do it, you bloody gorgeous thing you.”

you gazed up at him, smiling before pulling him back down by his collar, kissing him passionately. you were waiting for this moment. you didn’t even care about the heat at this point. you wanted your clothes off for a different reason. you felt him roughly bend you down on the small table the camper had, bending down to your level as well,

“babe, tell me you want this as much as i do right now. tell me.”

you nodded,

“you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting.”

you chuckled in his alluring, gravely voice. he couldn’t have been more sexy to you in that moment.

“i’ll give you what ya want then, be a good little bunny for me.”

your whole body shivered, even though it was over 100 degrees out. he yanked your pants down, along with your undergarments. he thought you looked so sexy, bent over and so willing to take him. he roughly thrusted into you. he may be a gentleman with the gun, but he was absolutely not a gentleman with sex. at least he gave you a minute or two to adjust to him. he wasn’t thick, but by god was he long.

after that, it was nothing but slow and rough thrusts. you could cry, the way he was inadvertently teasing you. your moans could be heard from even outside the secure camper. he reach down with both arms, grabbing you and lifting you up against him.

“you like it when i tease you, ah? let me hear you scream, then.”

you moaned and groaned even louder, your climax steadily approaching. he abruptly slammed you down on his bed, the smell of cigarettes in the pillows and blankets entering your nose. you found yourself face to face with him.

“please, make me cum..”

you whined pathetically, writhing around him.

“be patient..be bloody patient..”

his choked voice rang out. his thrusts became faster and faster, his hands on your hips and slamming you on his dick. at this point he was just using you as his own fleshlight, pumping himself in and out of you. he let out a load groan as he tilted his head back. his orgasm crashed into him, as he fucked his own cum into you.

you let out a string of curses and expletives, cumming soon after him. he was oddly gentle as you came, cupping your cheek in his hand and smiling.

“that’s it, good little bunny. cummin’ on me like that.”

if only he’d initiated this sooner.

he crawled into bed beside you, back against the mattress. you cuddled up next to him and fell asleep with sniper, gently petting your hair next to you.

[madam-mademoiselle]

Happy Birthday Rook!

The title is lame, I can't think of anything right now and I wanted to write this down before I forgot about it. Plus, Rook is in my top tier of favorites in Twisted Wonderland. It's just a shot and I tried to write him out the best I could, he may be a bit OOC. ^^;; and I'm late because I was trying to get his card... I do have a picture of the gift of how I envisioned in the story.

Rating: Rated E for everyone

Relationship: Rook Hunt x F!Prefect/Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

“Alright Rook! Thank you again for doing this birthday interview for the school paper!”

The Prefect said politely with a smile on her lips with the vice warden from Pomefiore sitting across from her. The enigmatic hunter, known as Rook Hunt, flashed her a dazzling smile as his hands flourished. “Non non! Thank you for coming to the party! Surprise parties are lovely things! Putting forth unstinting effort simply to make another person happy... How very noble! Especially when I heard you and Grim were invited!”

They both stood up, Rook in his birthday outfit while the Prefect in her school uniform, her ghost camera hanging around her neck. Pushing the notepad she took her notes on in a pocket inside her jacket. She scratched the back of her head in chagrin as they were walking out of another lounge that was empty. Vil had offered it to her when she asked him if there was a place to do her interview. “Not much of a surprise when you found out about it.”

Grim, for all his awareness, had accidentally revealed it when talking to Epel while Rook was searching for his underclassman. There was the comment of giving Grim a bath in order to put a toe into Pomefiore. Said upperclassman had offered a few shampoos for Grim’s fur when he came around the corner, startling everyone involved.

“The party and the effort everyone put in is still merveilleux! For people born near and far to spend time together in one place. That is the real surprise Trickster! What more could one ask for their birthday?” They walked down a hallway towards the party, the closer they got, the louder it got. “Well, your own personal art museum?” She asked, causing Rook to laugh, “that would be nice, but the true beauty lies for those that have gathered to celebrate moi! The evanescence of today shall be one I shall never forget!”

He quickly turned on his heel, capturing her hand in one of gloved ones. His green eyes caught hers as a slight blush covered her cheeks. “Prefect, would you be willing to use your ghost camera to capture this incredible scene of everyone celebrating on my behalf for posterity? It would be a wonderful birthday present.” She nodded enthusiastically as he gave her his très bien as he strided into his party, a roar of cheer echoed through the dorm. Leaving her behind as she stopped and watched.

Oh who was she kidding? She thought, a little mouse like her? A nobody from another world, magicless at that. Her hand pinched through the hole of uniform shirt, solidifying the fact she had nothing and probably wasn’t much to look at. Tucking it into her black skirt, she sighed forlornly. Shaking her head, she placed a smile on her face, walking in to see everyone gathered around his cake. Readying her camera from the entrance way, he turned her way just in time, shooting her a wink as soon as the candles were blown out. Her heart raced as her cheeks reddened to the color of Riddle’s hair.

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“Why do I have ta stay? It’s not my dorm! I was invited!” Grim griped as the Prefect made him stay to help with the cleanup of the party with her. It was rude to just party and leave. She had him pull off the tablecloths off the tables as she had gathered the flower vases. “Hey, you ate the food, so you got to pay for it in labor.”

“When did you become Azul? Vil said we could leave!” He yowled, but complied as he followed another underclassman to the laundry to take care of the tablecloths that were dragging behind him. She sighed, relieved that he listened rather than fuss. Just as she was about to move the vases, one of the Pomfiore students called out to Vil, “I think I found a present that got lost!” There in the classmate’s hand was a crudely newspaper wrapped present. It was long for a package, but not that wide.

The tag hung off the side of it with Rook’s name. It didn’t have a from on there, but a glance from the handwriting caused the housewarden to sign. “Prefect, I believe this is from you?” Vil raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her, which caused her to have a sudden interest in the drapes. “Don’t deny it, I know your handwriting after seeing it at Ramshackle.” He delicately handed the present to her. “Rook is in his room, go take it to him.”

He didn’t broker any argument as he resumed his duties and told what needed to be done before it was lights out for the dorm. Keeping her package close to her chest to avoid anyone else saying anything about it, she walked herself down the hallways to Rook’s door. 

It could wait until tomorrow, he was probably in the process of cleaning his face and going to bed. She didn't want to be rude, even if Vil told her in his own way. Before she could even turn around to go back, the door clicked open to reveal Rook. She stood awkwardly until he gave her a small smile.

"Ah Prefect! I thought I heard someone around my door! Please come in!" He pushed his door open a bit further and beckoned her inside of it. Bows and arrows were displayed on the wall, a pair of binoculars on the desk next to an apple lamp, and his hat hanging proudly by his bed. In the corner of her eye, she could see a bit of wallpaper loosen from the wall to show some photographs. Pomefiore's traditional colors are shown proudly in it.

"Please sit, make yourself comfortable. I just got done putting away the gifts from the party. But I don't think I put away all of them non?" The Perfect sat on his bed, he nodded towards the newspaper parcel. Her heart raced, trying to shield it from his sharp gaze. "One was stuck behind some place and someone saw it. Vil asked me to bring it up, but I think it can wait tomorrow-!" 

His footfalls were silent as he was in front of her. Her gaze was not on him as he gently took her chin between his fingers. "It's right in your hands Trickster, we can see who it is from now. May I see it?" Holding his gaze steady, she placed it in his other hand. His hand moved from her chin, carefully removing the tag. His eyes lit up when he saw the chicken scratch of his name on the tag, immediately knowing whose handwriting it was.

He sat next to her on the bed, unwrapping her present from him. Taking his time, he took the tape off to open it to reveal a branch in the shape of a bow with the bowstring. It still had little sprouts along it with leaves, with a hand grip wrapped in a soft purple fabric. As he was marveling at it, the arrow fell onto the floor. The Perfect bent over and placed it in his lap.

"The branches were from the apple trees from the courtyard that Crowley had me go and clean up after a storm. Thought it was pretty cool." She tapped the arrowhead on the arrow itself. "My brother showed me how to sharpen rocks to tie onto sticks when we were little. The feathers are from the crows around campus." The more she talked, the more she felt on edge as he hadn't said anything to her through the examination of them. "It's really more of a decoration than an actual purpose set. But I thought of you when I saw the shape of the branch and it's applewood! Since Pomefiore has the Fairest Queen had an apple motif and…" she sighed, stopping herself.

"If you don't like it, I totally get it. Pretty basic and I don't know if it's usable. I was just thinking of a way it could be symbolic of your time here since you'll be gone next year." She stood up and pulled the best picture of the party she promised Rook. "And there's the picture I promised, I personally think it is the best one out of the ones taken!"

She cheerfully said, hoping the picture would justify her gift. "Just don't let the headmage know. But I wanted to tell you happy birthday again, I hope it was a wonderful day for you!" Standing up, she placed the picture in his lap, emerald eyes watching her as she turned her back to walk out of his room.

Well… she would have if it hadn't been for something was knocked back and flying by her ear! The Prefect squealed in terror when she saw the arrow she had made was now embedded in the door frame. It was unexpected, she didn't think he would launch one inside! Her body slid down the door in shock, hand over her heart.

"Ah beautè! The way it flew! Merveilleux!" He started going on in French, at least she assumed Twisted Wonderland's version of French. From her guess, it was about how wonderful it was. He placed the bow on the bed, he scooped up the startled Prefect effortlessly and set her on the bed. "I don't think I could possibly use this for the decoration! It is perfect for shorter distances!"

Eh… it was intended for decoration, she didn't think it would actually launch! Oh Savanaclaw wasn't going to be happy that she gave the school stalker a functional bow! "I haven't seen a bow made of applewood. It still retains its natural beauty! It is truly a thoughtful and memorable gift I have received here! Thank you, Prefect!" 

His arms were around her as he hugged her. Her heart once again pushed into overdrive as it drummed loudly in her ears. This man was going to be the death of her if this kept up! Her face was hot as he let go of her and placed her gift on his desk. "I'll have to mount it later." He pulled the arrow out of the frame and let it join its partner.

"But I do have a small problem." His eyes narrowed as he focused on her. "While the picture did capture the spirit of the party, not everyone is in it."

"I don't know what you mean? I tried to get everyone in the picture, there were so many and-!" Rook was back in her space, a finger over her lips. "You aren't in the photo Trickster."

Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, pulling it away carefully. "I'm sorry, I was behind the camera. I wouldn't be able to get a good one if I tried it the way Cater does it."

His hand touched the strap of her ghost camera, "you could make it up right now. Just a picture of you, for my eyes only. I know you hate having your picture taken. Always the elusive one Trickster." He spoke softly, his eyes having some mirth in them.

She sighed, "okay, one picture Rook since it is your birthday. I don't think my arms are long enough to take it." The Prefect handed the camera to him as he gladly took it from her. The other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close as he readied the camera. His arm outstretched, his finger was on the button ready.

"Come closer, I won't bite, Trickster. There we go. We'll go on three."

"One." His arm slid up from her waist to her shoulders, forcing her cheek closer to his.

"Two." He flashed a smile to the camera which she followed in suit, shifting her focus on the camera. His hand ready and watching her in the corner of his eye.

"Three." The last moment his fingers guided her face towards his. The flash from the camera's bulb caught Rook and his beloved Trickster in a kiss. As the picture printed out, he smiled. Touching his forehead to hers.

"A perfect ending to a wonderful day. Your heart beating like a drum during the climax for my perfect ending for my day!" He sighed dreamily, "I have been longing to kiss your lips, always having to restrain myself when I first saw you chew on them while deep in thought during class."

"Wait, you can hear my heart?"

"If the lovely flush on your face is an indication, I would say it is beating against your rib cage like a trapped bird!" She groaned as she tried to give her face, mortified. "Non non! Don't hide such beauty from me! I have longed to be this close to be near it."

The camera and picture were set down on the bed, his hands engulfing hers. "The spirit behind it has enamored me, more so after the VDC! But if you do not believe me." He led her hand over to his chest, right over his heart. "My heart crescendos at the mere sight of you! Your-!"

She quickly covered his mouth. "Rook, if you keep this up, I may beat Riddle’s shade of red. My little heart can't take it."

He chuckled, "it would be a shade I would adore!" Rook leaned in close to her, "remember when you had asked if I could have whatever I wanted?"

"A personal museum?" She replied.

"Yes mon petit lapin, but you would be the crown gem of it all." Pulling away, he had that gleam in his eye when he had his quarry. "A masterpiece among the artworks! As such, would you grant your humble hunter one last wish on the day of his birth?"

Nodding, she asked, "what could I give you that you don't have already?"

"The one thing this hunter does not have. Your heart." A genuine smile broke across her face as she pecked his lips. "It's yours."

[anniezsecretz]

Replacement ★ (Ch 3) OC x Simon "Ghost" Riley

HELLO! I AM BACK! :D I had to take a short break due to school, but I have chapter 3 hot and ready for y'all! I'm SO sorry I disappeared, but I should be staying. :) thank you for reading as always!

you can find this chapter of replacement on ao3 here first chapter ★ prev ★ next

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chapter tags:// anxiety, older brother price, captain OC, OC x Simon “Ghost” Riley, light trauma mentions, emotional support pup, OOC Ghost (for a reason), spiteful Ghost, enemies to lovers (enemies), vague mentions of death, canon deviation, angst/comfort, alcohol mentions, drunk squad, bonding

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bite-sized synopsis: trick is finally starting to feel like part of the squad after a mission success and goes out to celebrate

                                           ・┆✦ʚ★ɞ✦ ┆・ A knock on my office door, and I invited whoever was there in with a, “Get your butt in here if you wanna talk.” I was busy filling out some of the mountain of paperwork we were given after our missions every time. But hell, it seems like these documents are double what I’d have to fill out with my old squad. Well, John and I decided to just call them the 1-4-2 instead of my old squad. It fits in more than I thought it would.

But I had an unexpected visitor at my door: Gaz, with Soap and Roach at my door frame. “Hey Trick! The mission went well soooo…” he drew that out like he expected me to know. Instead, I gave him a blank stare from behind my slightly tinted goggles with a shrug.

He huffed. “We’re heading to a pub to celebrate, all of us. Even Price. We also have a spare seat ‘n were wondering if you’d wanna come with?” Gaz’s invitation was unexpected, and I felt myself practically light up. Light up into a million fireworks that go off in my office like the Fourth of July, probably burning everything around me.

I bit my bottom lip underneath my mask, a bad habit of mine to help me think. “Y’know what? Sure. I can see if y’all can handle yer alcohol like I can,” I said with a slight muse in my voice. “I’ll be there in 5, lemme do these papers real quick. Parking lot?”

Gaz gave me a thumbs up with that smile of his before dragging the boys with him away. I could hear Soap’s excitement about going to a pub and Roach’s small question about it. A laugh escaped my mouth while I moved my fountain pen on the papers I was signing, being very careful with my writing.

I haven’t done these kinds of papers in so long. Usually, I’d be working on them with my 1-4-2 officer— who was surprisingly not Xiomara but instead Jackson, Callsign Falcon.

Jackson would critique me for my messy writing and leave me laughing about it, then letting him rewrite it in nice legible cursive. He was my most trusted officer; he’s saved my life a few times too. He and I were both heartbroken by Xiomara’s… loss. The entire squad was, we all wanted to pack up and run away.

I heard he’s still on recovery leave. That’s what John had told me, at least.

Speaking of the devil, John’s knuckles wrapped on my office door frame and invited himself in, standing in front of my desk with a light smile overshadowed by his mustache. “You ready, Ver?” He asked in his usual father-like voice, but I think that’s just the oldness in him really showing at this point.

“Mm. Yeah, I think I’m ready. I got a good chunk down; I’ll get the rest done later in the evening.” I stood up and went around my desk to John. But I felt compelled to do something. I just stood in front of him awkwardly, looking right up at him with my hands awkwardly down at my sides. I lifted up my goggles on top of my hat to look at him properly.

I wrapped my arms around John and hugged him. Shit, I could barely wrap my arms around him but I managed to still, barely. He stood in shock momentarily before hugging me back and gently patting me on the back. “I’m proud o’ you, Ver. You’ve been through so much, ‘n here you are. As strong as a boulder, eh?”

The words coming from his mouth made me tear up. Fuck.

I have been told “you’ve been through so much” as a pitying phrase. As a “oh you poor thing” phrase. But never in the way John told me, he told me he was proud of me. And not even my own brothers would say that they’re proud of me. They’d say I’m just getting the short end and eventually, it’ll get better, but John is acknowledging more than just the past. He’s acknowledging my strength.

I’ve never squeezed someone harder while he pats my back. “Thanks, John. You know how to tug heartstrings.” I pulled away from the hug and crossed my arms, straightening my back again. “Now let’s go ‘n shotgun some coldies; maybe I’ll make you take a shoey from Soap’s boot.” I gently nudged him with an elbow while wiping my cheeks of my tears with my other hand.

“Yeah, let’s go ‘n get shitfaced,” he joked as he gave me a pat on my shoulder and led me out to the parking lot. Everybody was there before us and about to pile into John’s truck before I noticed that I… wouldn’t be able to fit in.

John caught on soon after me and started counting everyone, then the seats. “Okay! We need volunteers on who’s gonna go in the truck bed.”

“What?” I nearly broke my neck when turning to look at John. “What the fuck do you mean by goin’ in the truck bed? It’s bad if all of us are piss drunk ‘xcept one, but worse if we have someone in the bed o’ the truck vomiting all over themselves.” I shook my head a bit while considering what we can do.

“We can put Trick in the front, then have Roach share a seat with Gaz.” Ghost hasn’t spoken to me much since the fight he had with Price over me during training, even if we sleep in the same room together. He always sneaks in after he thinks I’m asleep.

Price nods with a grunt of agreement. “Well, everybody pile in. We don’t have all night.” I could feel the stare in the back of my head from Ghost while I got into the front passenger seat, scooting the seat up to give the boys in the back some legroom. Price got in next to me in the driver’s seat, and instantly stared at me for no discernible reason.

He blankly stared at me with his mustache slightly twitching.

“Whuh- what? Do I have something on my face?” I lightheartedly joked while brushing my mask with my glove, eventually bringing my goggles over my eyes.

Price gave me that condescending stare with both of his brows furrowed at me. “Is the first thing you do ev’ry time yer in my truck, you mess my seats?”

I rolled my eyes at him while the boys got rowdy in the back, Price pulling out of the parking lot to get to the pub. I got off first and opened the back doors of the truck for the boys, letting them practically fight amongst themselves to get out of the truck.                                            ・┆✦ʚ★ɞ✦ ┆・

Inside the pub, it was cozy, I guess. I felt like it was a bit too rowdy with some guys watching American Football. Eugh. Why’d we have to be in America of all places?

Price hands me a dirty shirley temple with a straw in it. “Thanks, mate. I’ll pay tonight, a’ight?” I told him, but he just shook his head.

“Nah, it’s on me. You proved yourself to be a good leader so far, I’m glad.” He pats me on my back as I grab my drink and feed the straw underneath my

 mask to drink. Yet when I looked up, I noticed a dirty look from the bartender. Oh shit, I need to pull out my ID.

I give my military ID to the bartender. “Sorry, forgot to give this to you.” I even have my mask on in the photo, my identifiable mark being my mask I guess. I don’t know how I was legally allowed to keep anybody from seeing my face; I guess it was some of Price’s doing, knowing how he constantly saves the country from destruction here and there.

I got my ID back pretty soon after him staring at it. “Wow Price, naughty ain’t cha? You didn’t show the bloke my ID, eh?”

Price stared at the bartender then back to me with confusion. “I thought I did; I swear I did. I think he mighta been caught off by the mask; he was the same with Ghost.”

The acid building in my throat and my mouth salivating was the worst feeling. The thought of being compared to Ghost was the worst, just because we both have masks on and hide our faces constantly. I mean, Roach does it too, but he only ever has a surgical mask on. I just have my cat-skull print bandana, how is it that different?

Now I’m overthinking. But that bartender is definitely still staring at me like I was a criminal. Eugh.                                            ・┆✦ʚ★ɞ✦ ┆・

I sat with the boys again while they talked and reminisced about missions.

“Say, cap’n. What’s a mission you went on that you like talkin’ ‘bout?” Soap’s voice hit my eardrums like a balloon popping, my attention going straight to him as I realized what was happening.

“Eh? What?” It takes me a second of thinking to get my bearings on what was happening around me. “Oh, uh… missions. Uhm.” I tap my glass with my nails while I think. “My old squad, Taskforce 142,” I look at Price with a grin, “we had a few rodeos. We were put in Limmen; we called it Operation Down Under, ‘n people said that Task Force Boomerang was in town.” I laughed while looking up at the rest of the squad. Soap was listening intently while doodling in his leather journal, Gaz leaned in while listening, while Roach was tilting his head when listening. Ghost refused to hear or look at me, as usual.

“I thunk Price would remember this operation too. Paramilitary group with military weapons, the usual. Some cringey name like Crimson Vipers, remember?” I looked at Price laughing at the name. “There were hostages bein’ held, ‘n a few were military personnel as well. But when we dropped in, Xio accidentally landed on another soldier ‘n nearly compromised us, if she wasn’t sneaky with the takedown.” I had to think back a lot to remember what happened on that mission.

“Diaz! Get your fucken head in the game, you nearly got us compromised,” I yelled at Xiomara as she yanked her parachute down, but I couldn’t help lingering my eyes on her face a few more seconds than I should’ve. I shot up and fixed my vest and nodded towards Jackson. “Approach silently; Chen is taking care of the video systems.” I hold my M-tar in both hands.

We maneuver through the unlocked emergency exits, but there were a dozen more than I would have ever thought there were. Who the hell has the time to be in a shitty wannabe military group? I direct forward, being the first to silently take their soldiers down and into the dark. Jackson assisted me by taking down a few others whilst we covered Xio to start some controlled explosions on their vault door.

I hear the vault door popping open. I always trust Xio to do a good job at getting the vaults open fast. But, I wasn’t predicting the alarm blasting the second Jackson fully opened it. “Chen? Mind getting on that?”

“I know, Captain! Alarms going down in a few seconds, prepare for a few soldiers coming to check,” I hear Chen say over our wires while reassuring me. Chen was one of my second lieutenants, helping Diaz with her platoons whenever needed whilst I oversaw them. But now, she was the one going to save our lives.

Jackson and I take out some of the stragglers that come to investigate, the alarm turning off quickly enough and Chen’s voice coming over the intercom.

False alarm, soldiers. Return to your stations. She says to all the soldiers trying to get to us.

“Diaz, Winny, infiltrate. I will watch ahead.” I stand guard at the vault with my silencer on, watching over them. There were only a few on their rounds to grab before they talk to their walkie-talkies, fairly easy.

“ANNIE!” Yelled Xio’s voice from inside of the vault.

I turned around whilst reloading my pistol and saw Xiomara and Jackson compromised, the Crimsons’ soldiers trying to wrap tape around their mouths. After that, I kind of don’t remember anything except when we had to return months later.

I had to be in the infirmary for a few days for a few bullet grazes; Xio and Jackson were prisoners of the Crimsons. And when I returned with a whole brigade, they would never have stood a chance in a million years. I brought the weapons but when Xio saw me, she said I had “hell flames” in my eyes for how they took my best soldiers from me.

I look up from my glass to the boys all looking at me. Not Ghost, of course. “And well, we took the group down ‘n got Xio ‘n Jackson back. When we were at the extraction point, Xio handed me the laptop rigged to the explosives and told me ‘your call, captain.’ And that’s kinda what kept me in the ADF and Royal Strayan Air Force for so long.” I lean back in my chair to gauge the boys’ reactions better.

Price was proud and grinning, nodding with familiarity like when I told him the story. Soap was amazed, I could practically see stars in the man’s eyes. Gaz was intrigued, his body language being much more open than before. Then Roach was just listening intently while fidgeting with his hands.

I kinda laughed at their reactions. “Any questions?” Price raised his hand. “Yes, Price?”

He stifled a laugh before asking. “Wasn’t your callsign then Viper, Annes? Instead of fucken Trick?” Then he let it rip, knowing how much that callsign haunts me to this day.

“Shit yourself, Price.”                                            ・┆✦ʚ★ɞ✦ ┆・

We were all a few drinks in when I leaned against a pool table, playing a game of 8ball with Soap. “Soooo, bonnie, what do ya think of yer new Taskforce so far? Sure, we ain't Taskforce Boomerang, but I'd think we're close.” I laughed at his joke while looking up at him.

“Thas sweet, Johnny. You guys come quite close, y’know. Some of the best I’ve seen in action, except Ghost when listening to my instructions.” I lined up my cue stick with the white ball, not paying much attention to which ones I was hitting. I was more focused on the smile on Soap’s face.

“L.t is rough, y’know. He’ll warm up; he always does.” Soap got off the pool table and patted me on my shoulder. “I don’ see why he wouldn’t be so intrigued by the great Captain Ver, y’know. You’re an amazing leader.” I watched him line up his cue with the ball as well.

I chuckled, feeling a bit of blood rush to my face. “Oh hush with yer flattery; you just wanna try ‘n make me blush, eh?”

“Oh please, if I were tryin’, you’d be as red as a cherry tomato!” He leaned against the table while I lined my shot up, of course, missing the ball I was going for completely.

I raised a brow at Soap before chuckling. “I have no doubt, sarge. I’m sure ladies think yer a catch,” I complimented. “I know plenty o’ old ladies who would love a young guy like you flirting with them like they’re 20.”

He laughed while hitting a full red in the pocket, then lightly jabbed me with the cue stick. “Would love to meet ‘em! I’m sure they’re sweet.”                                            ・┆✦ʚ★ɞ✦ ┆・

Midnight.

God, I love midnight; it’s so gorgeous seeing everything around us. But they were all kicked out of the bar for being rowdy, except me. I sobered up a while ago because I was expecting that I was going to drive once I saw Price taking shots.

I shoved the boys into the truck slowly, Price in the passenger with the boys toppling over each other in the back. Everybody was knocked out the second they were all in the car, leaving me laughing at their dumbass sleeping faces. I got in the front seat and adjusted the seat again.

“Don’ touch muh fucken… seats…” Price mumbled in his sleep as he passed back out in a matter of seconds.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Pendejo.”                                            ・┆✦ʚ★ɞ✦ ┆・

The drive back home was peaceful, all the boys sleeping until I hit a pothole right by the base, when all of them startled awake.

We all got to our rooms safe and sound though, which I’m glad happened. I wasn’t sure if Ghost would even get in the same truck as me when he was drunk, but somehow he was compliant when I shoved him in. I had to help him get back to our room though; he was heavier than I would’ve ever anticipated when he leaned onto me.

“I don’t need helpff… you fucken… bloody bastard.” I was shocked at him drinking himself into a stupor; he didn’t seem like the type.

“Don’t get your panties inna knot, I’m just makin’ sure yer fine.” I dropped him down onto his bed. “Just don’ fall off yer bed ‘n we’re fine.” I turned away from him to the bathroom, changing real quick and brushing my teeth.

When I got curled up into my bed all comfy and cozy, I heard Ghost’s slurred sleep mumbling.

“I fucken… hate you… Captain Ver.”

“I fucken hate you too, Lieutenant Riley.”

“Shithead.”

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