#like no I want the god dog now thank you Shepherd

[thatonepikminperson]

HEY GUYS “““““FUN”””””” PIKMIN 4 CHALLENGE

[marscardigan]

tough love

ellie williams x reader

summary: ellie hates dogs. so it's a surprise for her when you find a stray puppy and bring him to her home.

warnings: tlou canon typical violence

Ellie Williams loathed dogs. She always thought she was more of the cat type, even if she never had a pet. That was until Bowie came along. You had been dating the redhead for almost eleven months when on a patrol, Dina and you found a stray puppy, almost dead from hunger and winter. You came back to Ellie's room with cries from the puppy. And even if Ellie begged you to take that nasty wild animal from her room, you stayed anyway, with the puppy lied on your chest. "I can't believe I'm already jealous of that bastard" You laughed softly. "Why would you be?"

"He is in my spot" Your girlfriend complained. "Oh my god I can't believe you just said that"

With time, Ellie started to tolerate Bowie, once you named him after your father's favorite singer, and knowing that if you did name him, he would stick for good now. Why fight the enemy when you can join him?

It was pretty hard for her at first. Bowie started to like sleeping with you two on your bed, and he loved chewing Ellie's comics and eating her drawings. But all of that was worth it when she saw the tenderness and devotion your eyes screamed when you looked at the dog.

After months, Bowie was a trained dog who detected any kind of weapon the enemy had hidden only with his nose, and thanks to his advanced hearing, he could alert of infected before anyone else could hear it. Ellie had to admit that Bowie was much more of a help than she thought to start with. But when the pup wasn't being a detective, he was the most loyal and caring dog she ever met.

He adored Ellie, and followed her everywhere. She acted annoyed initially, but she secretly loved it. Knowing your fondness for him, she felt special to know the dog trusted her enough to follow her and protect her. She knew you were his favorite person. And even if sometimes they fought for your attention like toddlers, they had a lot in common, apart from being both obsessed with you in the most sanely way possible.

There wasn't any other thing you loved more than coming home to find your girlfriend asleep on the bed, with Bowie's figure between her arms. You smiled and changed yourself to be more comfortable, getting inside the bed and hugging Ellie's hips, kissing softly her neck.

You were layed down in your girlfriend's thighs as she was playing some song Joel showed her that same week.

"There's a Starman... waiting in the sky..." Ellie's soft voice made your whole body shiver, like it was the first time you heard her sing over and over again. "He'd like to come and meet us... but he thinks he'd blow our minds..."

The teen's song was interrupted with Bowie's howls. "Looks like he wants a duet" You giggled, standing up to caress tenderly the dog's chest.

"Funnily enough, that is his song" Ellie looked down at you two, with a smile. "I think he is demanding some copyright"

It wasn't the first mission Ellie, Joel and Bowie shared. In fact, the german shepherd and the grown man were a pretty good team.

The scenario where the three of them were at the moment wasn't atypical either. There were some men from the north, who were part of a cult similar to what David once had. They were searching for some supplies, when a firing sound broke the silence. The companion of the now dead corpse grabbed shakily his gun. Before he could shoot Joel's body, Bowie jumped and with a swift move, he disarmed the guy, grabbing the gun and delivering it to Ellie. He didn't notice the loud smack of his head cracking the wall.

The next thing the male saw when he woke up was Joel petting Bowie's head. He was chained up on a chair. "You have something we want, you know that?"

"I ain't giving you shit" He said, spitting at the bearded man. "The first thing I'm going to do when I get free is break that stupid dog's sku-" He didn't have the chance of ending his sentence, because Ellie hit him with a metal stick in his knee. "You better give him some fucking respect"

The kidnapped male didn't stick for long. He ran out Joel's lacking patience, and even if they didn't get the answers they wanted, it did feel good to end that fucker.

When they got back to the horses, Joel let out a soft laugh. "Can't believe you defended Bowie's honor like that"

"Of course" Ellie scoffed, looking fondly at the dog, who was following the two of them, moving his tail happily. "No one is insulting my child"

[httpsdana]

Hi can you write to Marc Bernal when he finds out that the reader has three ferocious dogs as pets?and Thank you

3 Dogs and a Boyfriend~Marc Bernal

*Pictures are from Pinterest*

I'm so upset about his injury :( he was doing such a good job. anyways enjoy this one <3

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Marc and y/n were in a fairly new relationship. Only been together for a few months, so Marc didn't actually know about the 3 dogs y/n has. A German Shepherd, a Husky, and a Doberman.

After y/n texted Marc asking if he wanted to hang out, he replied by asking her if she would pick him up from training and they would go hang in her apartment

"hey you. how was training?" she asked him when he got in her car.

He leaned in and pressed a kiss on her cheek before talking.

"it was good. how was uni?" he asked, putting on his seatbelt after he threw his bag to the backseat

"it was fine. have you eaten? should I bring you something on our way?" she asked, glancing at him then focusing on the road again

"I ate. thank you princess" he smiled at her, grabbing the hand she wasn't driving with and raising it to his lips to kiss it

They catched up and talked about their days on the drive home. When they arrived home, y/n realized that she hadn't told Marc something.

"uh you're not afraid of dogs are you?" she asked when they got out of the elevator.

"no I like dogs, why though?" he said, watching how she grabbed her keys and unlocked her apartment.

As soon as she opened the door, three huge dogs came running to her, jumping on her almost making her lose her balance.

Marc watched in shock how his sweet girlfriend petted the three ferocious dogs, almost surprised by them.

As soon as the dogs noticed Marc's presence, the froze in their place. One of them walked slowly towards him, sniffing him carefully. Suddenly all three dogs were sniffing Marc, who was standing without any movement.

After a sniffing session, all three dogs jumped on him, licking his face and hugging him.

y/n smiled at her dogs, who were usually protective over her and never really liked when she bought anyone home with her.

"I think they like you" she told Marc, who was happily petting and scratching each of their heads with a wide smile

"are you kidding me? i like them too! I didn't think you would have three huge dogs. this is actually insane" he said, giggling as one of the dogs licked his face.

She laughed at him, before pulling him of the ground. She told her dogs to go inside, before she closed the door behind them.

Marc was grinning widely, recalling the interaction with her dogs.

"oh my god, imagine if they didn't like me? I'd never visit you here again" he laughed, walking behind y/n into the living room.

They turned on the TV and put a movie to watch. As they cuddled up with each other, y/n laying her head on Marc's chest and his arm around her shoulder, the dogs appeared in the room again.

One laid their head on Marc's lap, and the other on y/n's lap, while the third one sat on the top of the couch and put his head on y/n and Marc's head.

Marc smiled as y/n looked at him with a smile, leaning down to gently press a kiss on her lips.

"we're now like a little family" he mumbled, making y/n nod.

"i wouldn't want anything else" she mumbled back.

[loveshotzz]

All I Really Want Is You

older!neighbor!widower! steve x fem!reader epilogue - a slow burn series of blurbs

Heaven Knows You Better ~ epilogue

summary: A glimpse into the future.

wc: 1.7k

warnings: none, just pure fluff 🧡 a slight mention of drinking a margarita.

authors note: I know you’re tired of hearing me say it, but thank you 🧡 writing this story and sharing it with you will always hold a special place in my heart.

🌆 <- chapter ten

The Masterlist / The Playlist / The Tune:

Three summers later - Beginning of May

The sun hangs bright in the deep blue sky, the air a little crisp from the last bit of the chill still leftover from spring. The heat of summer is just barely on the cusp of breaking through, you can feel it in the way the city starts to come alive again. The red ‘TEAM ALS’ banner blows in the wind as your shoes and Bandit’s paws cross the white finish line. The clapping of strangers on the side lines fills your ears, tugging a smile onto your slightly chapped lips, before you turn around to look at your fiancé. 

Steve can’t help his grin back, the whites of his teeth showing when your smile stretches wider at the sight of him. The bottoms of his black running shorts flap in the breeze, revealing more skin at the tops of his thighs that still lights a match deep inside your gut. You don’t think you’ll ever be immune to him. The white socks on his feet are pulled up to his shins, the color of his On Clouds matching the banner above you. The polyester of his dark gray Nike running sweater fits tight across his chest, the zipper on its high neck being tugged by a set of golden blond puppy paws.

“I told you Molly wasn’t gonna make it all the way,” he huffs, a laugh threatening to bubble past his lips when the rambunctious labrador starts licking his stubble covered cheek, pushing up the bill of his black Nike baseball cap. 

God, you’ll never not want to kiss him.

“She made it more than half way, give her some credit Steve.” You roll your eyes and he’s proud to say that’s the third one he’s earned today. The first being in your barely unpacked kitchen when he snuck up from behind to blow a raspberry on your neck while making coffee in the morning.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You weren’t the one who had to carry the extra ten pounds the last two miles, were you?” He reminds you with a smirk, setting the wiggling puppy down now that she’s regained most of her strength back.

Bandit whines for Steve’s affections, pawing at him when he’s eye level, getting the scratch behind both ears he wanted. The German shepherd wasn’t the only one wanting his attention, and it takes everything inside you not to pout yourself when he stands back up and doesn’t immediately kiss you. Despite the chill, there’s still a sheen of sweat that coats his permanently sun kissed skin, the spice of his cologne becoming more pronounced because of it.

“Thank you for doing this with me baby,” the teasing edge to Steve’s voice is gone, replaced with something softer - made even sweeter as he pulls you closer by waist, his nose bumping with yours when you stand on your tippy toes hooking your free arm around his neck. Your fingers twitch to be in his hair, you hate his hats.

“I’ll do them all with you,” you whisper because it’s just for him, it’s always just for him. His cheeks dust pink like he knows it and his hold on you tightens.

“I can’t wait to marry you,” the words come out soft against your lips, his eyes meeting yours from down the bridge of his nose.

“Three months.” 

The reminder makes him close the space that’s left, smiling into the kiss. It still feels like a hundred butterfly’s wings flutter against your rib cage when your lips slot together like they were never meant to be apart. It’s hard to get lost in him the way you want to with hundreds of people around and two dogs that can’t seem to stop their play fighting, tugging harshly on their leashes at your feet. That doesn’t keep Steve from tracing your bottom lip with his tongue when the tips of your fingers find the flyaway hairs sticking out of the bottom of his cap. You giggle against his lips and he can’t find it in himself to be disappointed when you pull away, like he knows you both should because of it.

“Careful, might have to take you downtown right now if you don’t stop,” he teases, biting his bottom lip to stop from kissing you again.

“I don’t think Eddie would ever forgive you for taking away his opportunity to finally be your best man.” Running your hands down his chest, you can feel his groan vibrate under your palms.

“Don’t remind me.” Steve lets you go, finally taking his hat off to reveal a dirty golden mess on top of his head, long fingers running through it.

Bandit whines, nudging Steve’s knee with his snout before rubbing the side of his face against his leg, ignoring the way the puppy jumps and paws at his side.

“I think someone wants to switch.” You grin at the way Steve’s face softens for his favorite boy, offering you Molly’s leash in exchange without a word.

“Someone missed daddy, huh?” Steve asks in the kind of baby voice you know he picked up from you, but the reference to himself still has you clenching like your second date. 

Bandit barks in response, tail wagging a mile a minute as you untangle the unruly puppy from around him. You give up quickly on letting her walk, picking her up just like Steve had, the wiggling weight of her in your arms has you biting your tongue about how heavy she really is.

“I think we’ve earned a margarita when we get home, right molly?” Hinting at Steve with a smirk tugging at your lips when you kiss the puppies restless snout - it's his turn to roll his eyes.

“Honey, we still need to pack. We leave for New York tomorrow at like nine A.M.” He runs another hand through his hair before putting his hat back on his head and you have to resist pulling it off as you both make your way through the crowd.

“Okay, we can pack and then a margarita… although packing might be a lot more fun after one. Just a thought.” You shrug with fake nonchalance, finally getting a grip on Molly in your arms.

“After we pack and drop off the dogs at Nancy’s.” Steve chuckles, moving to the other side of you so his free hand can find the small of your back, the blunt ends of his nails scratching against the soft fabric of your oversized sweater. He could never go too long, he always had to be touching you.

“Deal.” Grinning, pleased with your promised drink, you push up on your toes to plant a sloppy kiss on his cheek, heart swelling at the pink that dusts tips of his ears because of it. 

9:15pm 🌃

The first sounds of cicadas buzz low in your ears, another reminder that summer was just around the corner while the two of you sit on the porch swing. Steve had set up on the small deck in your backyard. It wasn’t big like the ones in the suburbs but it was just enough for Bandit and Molly to stretch their legs without a leash. The citronella candle that you swore to Steve would work, burns lemon and lavender into the matching dusk sky, still too early in the season to prove yourself right. The stars are still half hidden by the big tree in the corner of your yard that has started to sag from the humidity. Though a lingering chill still nips in the breeze and it has Steve pulling you deeper into his side. The pine of his body wash from the shower you took together just before this mixes in the perfect blend to make your eyes heavy and your heart full. 

“You think Nancy’s going to be okay with both of them for five days?” Your question comes out quiet in the calm, your cheek pressed to the cotton of his white shirt. The hard muscles underneath twitching from the warmth of your breath. The ice in your half drank margarita clinks against the glass when your wrist starts to get lazy.

“I think we’re going to have a very well behaved puppy when we get back,” Steve chuckles before relieving you of your hold, setting your cup down next to his on the deck.

You giggle to yourself at the thought, humming in agreement, when he takes the opportunity to really cuddle you now. A big arm wrapping around you while his hand finds yours so he can do his favorite thing. His chin hits the top of your head, and the tips of his fingers tickle while he twirls the diamond ring around your knuckle. You can feel the way his cheeks pull up against your hair, his lips a ghost against the crown of your head, always losing himself in the fact that you said ‘yes.’

“Did you pack the Cubs shirts I got for Gwenny?” Steve asks like he’s trying to think back to the mess of a packing session the two of you had in between stolen kisses and heated touches that always led to more. 

“That was the first thing you packed, handsome.” You squeeze his hand, the smirk on your face widening at how obsessed of an uncle he was for the newest addition to the Munson family. 

“Oh yeah, I remember now. They are under my dress slacks,” he mumbles, while the pad of his thumb rubs small circles under your ribs where his fingers curl around your side.

Cuddling deeper into his chest a comfortable silence falls between you, the cicadas buzz louder, mixing with the sounds of the city and you wish you could always stay like this, wrapped up in him and the glow of the moon that leaks through the shaking leaves on the tree above you. The silver band he twirls around on your finger makes you realize this is what he’s asking for. A forever of moments just like this one tonight, of first, of lasts, of fingers intertwined, soft touches, stolen kisses and whispered sweet words in the moonlight that feel even sweeter when he says them again in the sunshine. 

This is what forever looked like with Steve Harrington, and you always want to be his tough girl.

beta’d by @superblysubpar

dividers by @chechelia

[villainofmyownstory]

Day Zero chapter 2

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pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x plus size fem!reader

summary: Ghost doesn't know what to do. He looks for Riley everywhere, with no results. He slowly loses his mind and does something he hasn't done for a long time… You wonder who and where Riley has been with all these years. How he found you? Why is he wearing that weird vest? And above all, where is the person who put it on him?

tags: AFAB reader, plus size reader, dog german shepherd, alcohol, weapon

author's note: I didn't expect so many comments, likes… everything… Thank you for this, it motivates me a lot. Unfortunately, what everyone probably expects doesn't happen in this chapter… or maybe it does?^^ I plan to add new chapter once a week. However, I have more free time this week, so I will add the next part in a few days.

Chapter 2: The one with(out) Riley

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Day 730

You & Riley

It had to be Riley.

Of all the things you dreamed of all those lonely nights. About family, friends. Everything you've been longing for. You missed him the most. For your beloved dog. I t wasn't like the other family members were important to you. You just knew and pretty quickly came to terms with the thought that you wouldn't see them again.

It was difficult, hard. However, the realization of the unpleasant truth and mourning in such strange and new lonely conditions passed. The loss of the dog was unexpected and sudden. And knowing from day one that many animals somehow survived. Somewhere deep in your heart you felt that Riley was just there. And eventually, one way or another, you will be together again. But you thought it would happen after you died.

Not now. And not like that.

The dog was so happy to see you that he jumped at you with his front paws, trying to put them on your shoulders, but he was so excited and exhausted that he hit you with full force, pushing you. You hit the ground with a loud thud, crushed by the mass of the dog who was now licking every inch of your body, clothed or not. It didn't matter to him at all.

"Oh my god Riley...stop it, oh fuck" as you try to get out of the weight you don't know if you're in pain or if you're happy or shocked.

You're going through a million emotions. Many thoughts are running through your head. You have so many questions. So much confusion.

"Riley, man, calm down... I know, I know..."

You're trying to say something and at the same time get rid of the dog that has gained a lot of weight after these two years. Not only was he handsome, but he looked like a decent dog. Adult, mature. After many attempts, you finally manage to sit down, the dog seems to let go for a moment, panting loudly and sticking out his tongue. You look at each other as if each of you wanted to express and tell you everything that happened and what you felt during these months of separation.

Riley still had that incredible wisdom in his eyes, something that made him seem so human. This was one of the features that made him easy to recognize. The second thing was the fact that, unfortunately, before he came to you, when he was a puppy he lost part of his left ear. That's why as soon as you saw an animal running towards you, in a split second you knew it was him.

It was something so incredible, even impossible.

And you remember your mother's words the day the puppy showed up at the door of your family home 

"Fucking miracle"

Scratching Riley's ear, you shook your head in amusement and whispered, barely audible

"Yes Mommy, you were right… as always. He's a miracle."

Now you were just curious about the person who had kept Riley alive for so long and kept him in such great shape.

Slowly standing up, brushing off the dust from your clothes and wiping your cheeks, which were wet with dog saliva. You looked around the area, not seeing another living creature.

“Riley, who did you come with? Where is this person?”

You asked the companion next to you, grabbing your backpack and slowly walking in the direction the dog came from. However, the wounds on your feet from the long walk were so painful that you had to give up after walking a few steps.

“So, I guess we'll have to wait here for this mysterious Ghost?”

Walking towards a small building that was probably an energy building. Hoping that there will be a working power supply with electricity inside. which the tower still works and sends a signal, from time to time you looked with a smile at the dog which was glued to your leg and was following along with you.

For the first time in a long time, you smiled.

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Day 731

You & Riley

Nothing, silence, emptiness.

As if the arrival of the dog didn't change much. And it changed practically everything. The world took on new colors for you, you felt that it was a signal, a sign. Whatever. Something refreshing that restored meaning to your life after such hopeless and miserable, long and lonely months.

And somewhere deep inside you believed that someone would eventually show up. And after many hours of sitting in a dingy little building next to the tower, you lose hope again. Maybe Riley's arrival was everything you deserved in this new life.

When trying to get more comfortable on a concrete floor, you need to be careful with your dog. With every movement you make, even the smallest one, Riley raises his head and looks at you. He gets closer if you move your body away from his just the slightest. As if he was afraid that you would disappear from his sight again.

The night and half of the day passed. No one came at noon.

Like the mysterious Ghost, sleep never came.

“Darling, I'm so tired... everything hurts,” you say quietly, stroking the animal's fur with your hand.

 “Riley, I think we should wait a little longer, maybe one more day?” You look towards your backpack. Unfortunately, all the supplies you had packed were slowly running out. Your water supply would last for another day. Maybe if you saved more for the next two days. You had food for two or three days. However, you didn't expect before that you would have to count all the food and water for two.

It wasn't a problem. At all.

“Oh boy… you don't know how glad I am that you're here with me,” you muttered, placing your hand on the dog's body, finally falling asleep.

And the last thought was that in two years you haven't said as many words as today.

And it wasn't a problem. At all.

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Day 730

Ghost

Ghost felt like he was slowly losing his mind. That he's about to go crazy. Since all this happened, this whole cataclysm, the apocalypse. The end of the world... Everyone could call it whatever they wanted. That damn Day Zero. The man was able to organize himself in all this chaos, pursue his goals, plan and live. From day one, everything made sense, meaning, some direction for him.

Planning, patterns, predictability. Sticking to the schedule, drill.

His years in the army prepared him for this. It was in his blood.

So now that there had been no sign of Riley for over 24 hours, the only living being for whom he got up and went to sleep every day, it all made no sense. His life had no meaning.

Yesterday when he left the fucking house with a pillow in his hand that he took for the dog. In terror, he ran around the area shouting the dog's name, hoping that it would appear soon. Ghost was under the illusion that Riley would run around  the corner with some prey in his mouth. Wagging his tail happily.

Nothing like that happened.

Ghost, in his madness, destroyed several objects he encountered on his way. Screaming loudly and cursing. This couldn't be true. Something bad must have happened. The dog had been clinging to Ghost continuously for 2 years. Even when he taught him to hunt or search in new unknown locations, the dog was able to return to the man.

Why wasn't he there now?

Ghost finally went home after many hours of frantic searching. All the time he was wondering what else he should do to make his friend come back to him.

When he finally reached a safe place and parked the car, he looked around the area, hoping Riley had found his way home, and stuck his tongue out, wagging his tail. That the dog would be sitting outside the house, waiting for Ghost.

Unfortunately, to the man's horror, there was no sign of any presence.

Ghost felt under his skin that if he was left alone, he would lose ground. And his entire planned, arranged life will collapse day by day like a house of cards.

The house seemed unusually quiet and empty. Even though every space, every corner, cabinet, shelf and floor was filled with objects that the man had collected for two years. Supplies, clothes, items needed for survival. He was proud of how easily and quickly he adapted to the new challenge. How he was able to find himself alone, without other people.

This was another difficult and important mission for him.

I'm sitting in a chair at a large oak desk. He converted the room into an office where he kept maps, important documents and books. Ghost leaned back in the leather chair and closed his eyes.

He was afraid of this moment. Yes, he expected that one day he would be alone again. That he would have to say goodbye to his best companion. However, a German Shepherd should live up to 13 years. Maybe Riley would have lived another year or two in good health. Ghost was ready for this terrible situation. But that was to happen in the future. Someday, when they're both ready. In many years. In at least 9-10 years. That was the plan. That was the assumption.

And now Ghost was staring at the blank white ceiling, feeling like his world had collapsed once again.

The first was the death of his family.

The second time was when his teammate died.

Third… no, no, no. This couldn't happen again.

"No!" the man growled loudly, getting up from his chair and hurrying towards the room that was now the large pantry.

He must have had something strong to drink. Bloody hell. He had to drink that fucking brandy.

It's been a long 730 days since Ghost last dipped his lips in alcohol. Two years of sobriety.

And a drunk lieutenant meant something very dangerous. 

Pure madness. 

If someone showed up at Ghost's door now. The person should step back and leave without hesitation. And never come back. For your own safety. Your pathetic life.

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Day 732

Walking towards the city in the morning, with your dog by your side, you felt as if the world smiled at you and let you go back to your happy years. When you were younger and Riley was just a few months old puppy. This is exactly what your mornings looked like. You were walking along quiet streets somewhere on the outskirts of your city, enjoying the new, sunny day. You usually went to your favorite cafe and bakery, then went to the park with your dog. Lazy, ordinary mornings.

Unfortunately, now despite the idyllic landscape, peace and quiet, greening grasses and trees. Nothing else here was like back then.

Silence, deserted, ruined buildings.

Even though the world changed completely that day, the city looked remarkably good and clean, the main roads were passable, cars and other things on the road had been moved so that one lane was empty. You decided to go to the center and plan further walking there.

You entered several buildings and checked several vehicles.

Weird. All the more important and necessary things you could find in these places are gone. Medicines, canned goods. Batteries, clothes, shoes. The fuel from the car was drained, batteries, light bulbs and other things from the engine were removed.

The city looked like someone had definitely lived there after Day Zero. For a long time.

However, after a few hours of walking around empty streets, you decided to enter the last building where you expected to find at least a few drops of water. Even fermented, rotten food. Whatever.

“Riley, come on, one more place and we're going back to the tower, maybe Ghost will show up tomorrow?”

you lightly pulled the dog's leash. The dog was still sitting on its hind legs, looking in the opposite direction from which you had come.

You didn't have time to react.

Focused on the dog, you leaned down to give him the command again to finally move.

You didn't have time to do anything else.

Shot.

And the whistle of the bullet.

That's all you heard...

You didn't have time to do anything else.

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[torisabitgay]

Stoned (Doctor Edition)

TWs: Use of weed

You finally attend a medical conference with Amelia. Little do you know that one muffin later, you will wreak absolute havoc during a presentation.

(F/F, Amelia Shepherd x femreader, they are together but it’s not stated, straight up comedy, 2K words)

You and Amelia were at a medical conference in New York. You hadn’t attended many of these (thanks to your short attention span) but you didn’t want Amelia to leave you for a weekend so you begrudgingly decided to tag along.

There was a presentation on new and improved diagnostic techniques that you were both going to attend. You sipped your coffee, sat at a table in the massive lounging area of the building. Amelia sat next to you, sipping her coffee and finishing up her sandwich. Your stomach rumbled in response and you huffed quietly. Amused, Amelia looked up, “I did ask if you wanted to eat something.”

You rolled your eyes, taking another sip of coffee hoping the bitter taste would quench your appetite. “I wasn’t hungry before.”

Almost on cue, a friendly looking man approached with a decorated box. Your curiosity was instantly piqued and you turned to him.

“Muffin?” He offered.

Amelia gave you a bit of a cautious look. Now, you were smart. You were a surgeon, god damn it. So what possessed you to take a muffin from a stranger, you’ll never know. Perhaps it was the hunger. Perhaps it was the need for adventure. Whatever it was, it ended with a smile and a nod. “Thank you.” Graciously, you took one and he smiled innocently enough and walked off.

Amelia looked at you, concerned. “You aren’t about to eat that, are you?”

Oh but the way the chocolate muffin glistened in the light, you could see chunks of dark, white, and milk chocolate baked into the batter. Pressing the muffin, you could tell the texture was perfectly fudgey and smooth.

You were salivating like a dog.

“[First Name], would you have taken that muffin if he was balding, overweight, with missing teeth?” Amelia said, looking at you like at a person about to jump off a bridge.

She had a point. Pretty privilege in society was a very real thing. But the man didn’t have bad VIBES, and this was a conference for doctors only, so he had to be a doctor. So according to the Hippocratic oath, he wasn’t allowed to do harm.

You shrugged. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

Oh boy.

I’ll hand it to you, the muffin was delicious. And under different circumstances, it might’ve been a fun adventure. Not today though. Oh god, not today.

You threw away your empty coffee cup, before you and Amelia made your way into the presentation hall. It was a massive hall. With a lot of seats. And a lot of people. You could not imagine being the host. You and Amelia managed to find some seats in the middle of the hall, sat side by side. You still had some time before the presentation actually began, so you figured you’d get comfortable and make light conversation. “So how long is this thing anyway?”

She shrugged, as she scrolled through her phone. “Oh like 4 hours, not too bad.”

Your eyes widened in horror, shock, dread, maybe even fear. Four hours? Of sitting still? And listening? Oh. God. “You’re kidding right?”

“Yes, I’m kidding, idiot. It’s like 2 hours tops.” She rolled her eyes and looked over at you with an affectionate and playful smirk.

You never felt such relief. “Oh thank god. I would’ve actually died.”

She chuckled, and the lights dimmed to signify the start of the presentation. She whispered over to you one last time. “You’ll be fine, it’ll be interesting, just watch.”

And watch you did.

The host began talking about current diagnostic procedures and tests, sharing his take on why some of them suck and how they could be improved. Then about half an hour in, he started introducing cool new techniques that he and other doctors and researches had developed.

You gasped in fascination.

You gasped. In fascination.

You. Gasped.

A lot of people started to look around at who on earth just gasped in pure delight in the middle of a presentation. People around you turned to look at you. Amelia included. She had a look of horror mixed with a slight tinge of concern.

“Sorry.” You mouthed to the people around you, and sunk back into your seat, slumping down in a weak attempt to hide.

Okay. Weird. But whatever. Everyone moved on. Well, nearly.

Amelia leaned in to you and whispered. “What the hell was that?”

You looked over to her and shrugged. Honestly, you had no idea what that was. You were just so captivated by the talk and reacted on instinct. Maybe. God, your head felt fuzzy. Has it always felt this fuzzy? Why did the air feel fuzzy? You shook your head, trying to shake off the fuzziness. It only made it worse.

Amelia leaned back, eyeing you for a couple of moments before her gaze returned to the presentation.

So did yours. Except, focusing on the presentation was pretty difficult when your mouth felt… strangely empty. Like really empty. Like a black hole sort of emptiness. Are black holes empty? Black holes are cool. Maybe you’re in a black hole. What? What’s happening? You shook your head again and sipped your coffee.

Amelia’s head pretty much darted in your direction. You looked back over at her, a slightly fearful look on your face. Did you drink too loud? No. Surely not. You barely drank it.

“Whose coffee is that?” Amelia whispered as she pointed to the cup.

You looked down at your coffee cup.

…

“That’s not your coffee. You threw your coffee out. Whose coffee are you drinking?” Amelia whispered again.

You looked back over to her, your mouth slightly open with a confused and slightly dazed expression on your face. It took you a few moments before you replied in a whisper. “What coffee?”

Amelia’s eyebrows knitted in bewilderment, eyes widening a little. She pointed to your coffee cup. “THAT.”

You looked down at your coffee cup. What? Since when did you have a coffee cup? You didn’t even remember drinking it.

“[First Name], what the hell is going on with you?” Amelia whispered again, slightly sharper.

You. Had. No. Idea.

You looked back up at her. You should say something right? You haven’t spoken in a while. “Nothing.”

She raised an eyebrow as if to say ‘yeah right’, before shaking her head, and looking back to the presentation, glancing over at you every so often to make sure you weren’t having a stroke or something.

You leaned back in your seat again and suddenly felt a coffee cup in your hand. What? Whose coffee was this? You looked over to the guy sat next to you and whispered. “Hey. Hey. Sorry.” He looked apprehensive. “Hi, is this your coffee?” He nodded hesitantly. “Okay, one sec.” You took another sip of the coffee to fill the void in your mouth, before holding it out to him. He politely declined and pushed the cup away. What? Why? “You don’t want it?” He shook his head. “Oh okay.” You sat back.

Amelia watched the entire exchange with a hand pressed to her face in disappointment. You noticed her expression and decided to try focus on the movie playing.

After a couple of minutes of concentration, you whispered to Amelia. “This is a really good movie.”

Her concern grew. She stared at you. “Movie? What movie? We’re… watching a presentation.” She sat up a little, body angled towards you.

A presentation? Okay that made more sense. You wondered why the movie was so 3D. You nodded. “Right, right, yeah. Presentation.”

Oh but she wasn’t letting it go so easily. Something was wrong. You were acting delusional. “[First Name], you’re scaring me.” Amelia spoke, her whisper firm.

“But this isn’t a horror movie.” You turned your attention to her.

If her eyes widened even more, you’re sure her eyelids would snap. “What the actual fuck are you talking about?” She whispered yelled.

You furrowed your brows. “Who?”

“You.” She said, starting to get frustrated.

“You?”

“No, YOU.”

“Me.”

“Yes, you.”

“… what?” At that response, she leaned back in her chair with a defeated thump. A part of her was convinced you were being annoying on purpose, while another part was concerned that something deeper was going on. “Sorry, [First Name].” You whispered to her.

She picked up her head again and looked at you. “Huh? Did you just call me [First Name]?”

“…”

Another part of her was starting to get concerned that SHE was the one having a stroke or something. “You’re [First Name]. I’m Amelia.”

You nodded. “Nice to meet you, I’m Amelia.”

Amelia very nearly threw her hands up in frustration. “NO. I’M Amelia. You’re not Amelia!”

Your eyes widened and you whispered back. “WHAT?”

“[First Name], I SWEAR TO GOD.” She raised her voice. People turned around again.

Amelia’s face instantly flushed and her gaze flicked to the ground. People whispered and gave her disapproving looks but eventually everyone turned back around. You looked apologetically over to Amelia, but you couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped your lips. She looked up slowly. If looks could kill… it wouldn’t look great for you.

And somehow, this made you giggle more.

“[First Name].”

You were giggling as quietly as possible, with small hiccups of breath in between silent chuckles.

She shook her head and clenched her jaw, looking back at the presentation. Only an hour in, and you were already driving her insane.

You managed to collect yourself. Mostly. Maybe a sip of coffee would help you calm down?

Yeah, no.

The second your mouth filled with coffee, it was already out. All over you. All over the poor woman in front. And you were giggling uncontrollably again. This was officially the worst day of Amelia’s life (and she’s had A LOT of bad days). She stared in absolute horror. Disbelief. Outrage.

The woman in front of you turned to look at what was going on. She was not happy. Thank god she wore a black sweater to the conference. You, however, weren’t as lucky. Your fancy, new light-coloured outfit was covered in coffee.

And Amelia couldn’t take it anymore. She apologised profusely on your behalf to the woman in front, and then grabbed your arm harshly, but not painfully. Everyone stared as the two of you made your way out of the presentation hall, Amelia looking at the ground in shame as you giggled behind.

Woah, standing up made the fuzziness a lot worse. You couldn’t walk actually. You felt like you were swimming instead. And, oops…

Your leg got caught on one of the chairs and you went flying into some poor elderly man. Amelia wanted to die right then and there. She pulled you off of him, as you laughed so hard you had tears in your eyes, and she dragged you out of that hall as if her life depended on it.

Once the two of you were out in the hallway, she stared at you in… concern? Anger? Fear?

“[First Name]… what the hell was that?”

You giggled as you looked over at her and spoke. “What?”

She continued to stare incredulously.

You looked at her. In this light, your dopey smile and red eyes looked… familiar.

The gears started to turn as her face dropped in realisation. “The muffin.”

You nearly barked out a laugh. “What???” You asked again.

“The muffin you ate, idiot.” She said slowly. “You’re high as a kite right now! It was laced!”

Oh. Oh yeah. Oh yeah, you were STONED. Now it made sense.

You snickered some more. She groaned. “No, [First Name], this isn’t funny, this is…” She couldn’t help but start to smirk at your intoxicated giggles. “Stop laughing. Do you know how dangerous this is?“ She said, but she started to grin herself.

Maybe because of the absurdity of the situation.

Maybe because it all made sense now.

Or maybe because you were absolutely blitzed out of your mind.

Whatever it was, it sure made for a funny story to reminisce on. Needless to say you don’t take muffins from strangers anymore.

[alisonsfics]

caught in the rain

pairing: chris evans x reader

summary: your mischievous puppy is the reason you end up meeting your dashingly handsome neighbor

word count: 2.2k

warnings: swearing, lots of chris + dogs fluff

“Duke, c’mon. Can we not stop to smell every blade of grass? Mommy doesn’t want to get caught in the rain” you asked, trying to put some pep in the step of your new dog.

You eyed the approaching storm clouds and prayed you could make it home before it started pouring; however, Duke had other plans. You had had Duke for about four months, but that didn’t stop him from smelling the same grass and trees every single day.

You normally weren’t in a rush and we’re down to enjoy a calm stroll with your pup, but now the weather had other plans.

You focused your gaze on the dark clouds and how fast they were moving. As soon as you looked away, Duke got distracted: a squirrel darting down the street.

Duke took off in pursuit of the small animal. Being an almost-forty-pound german shepherd, he quickly pulled the leash out of your hand.

You felt the burning in your hand as the leash was yanked out of your reach. You chased after Duke, who was currently sprinting down the street in the opposite direction of your house.

You silently cursed your decision to not buy a small dog like a pug; you could’ve caught up to a pug.

“Duke, come here” you screamed after your dog, but the command missed his attention. He had lost sight of the squirrel and was now just blissfully running in the breeze, unaware of his owner’s panic.

You continued to chase him down the sidewalk and began to feel the aching in your legs. “God, I knew I should’ve been working out more.” You mumbled to yourself.

If it was possible, Duke actually sped up.

A few houses up, you watched a car pull into their driveway. “Oh great, a neighbor to embarrass myself in front of.” You thought to yourself. You tried to run faster to make sure Duke didn’t jump in the way of the moving car.

You were so focused on Duke, you didn’t see the man step out of the car. “Duke,” you called again.

The stranger stepped out of his car and saw an unknown woman running down the sidewalk after her dog. He let out a small chuckle to himself at your predicament.

You finally noticed the man when he bent down and started clapping to call Duke. Duke, always a people person, ran right in the stranger’s arms. “C’mere bubba,” the man said, successfully grabbing his leash and petting the dog.

You stopped running and were about five or ten feet away from the man. “Oh thank you so much,” you said quickly, while bending over to catch your breath. Your sides were aching.

“Are you okay?” The man asked you, almost amused. You nodded, not fully answering yet.

“Just not a runner,” you said in between breaths. The man had Duke’s leash securely in his hand, so you could stop worrying about it for one second.

When you had finally caught your breath, you walked over to the man. He was still on his knees and playing with Duke. “Hi, pal,” he said, seeming just as excited as Duke was.

“I bet you’re a good boy, yeah? But you probably freaked your momma out.” He said, while scratching Duke's side.

“Thank you again.” You said, looking down at the man. He looked up to meet your gaze and nodded. You finally took in some of his features, and realized how handsome he was. “I’m Chris, by the way.” He introduced himself, holding out the hand that wasn’t holding the leash.

You smiled and introduced yourself. You reached out to shake his hand and felt a shiver run down your spine at how strong his hand felt.

He carefully took the leash off of his hand and helped wrap it around your hand. “He’s a gorgeous dog.” He said, bending down to pet Duke again.

“Thank you. He seems to really like you.” You told him as you looked at the giddy expression on Duke’s face.

“He reminds me of my dog, Dodger. They’re both just as hyper.” He told you, standing up to look you in the eyes again. You giggled to yourself. “What? I totally didn’t take you as a dog guy” you teased.

The joke caught Chris off guard. When it finally clicked what you had said, a giant laugh came out of his mouth, and he clutched his chest. “Guilty as charged,” he said, still laughing.

Neither one of you could get the smiles off of your face. You both seemed to be stuck giggling and looking into each other’s eyes.

Then, there was a loud crack of thunder and it began to downpour. You both jumped at the sudden cold rain pouring over your body. “Oh shit,” you swore to yourself. Duke began playing in the rain, trying to catch all the falling drops with his tongue. “C’mon,” Chris said, gesturing for you to follow him. You ran after him with Duke.

Chris pulled you both under his porch, saving you from the rain. “You wanna come inside and hang out til it stops?” Chris asked, having to yell over the rain.

You nodded your head and followed behind him. He opened his front door for you and let and Duke walk inside. You wiped your shoes off on the doormat and stepped inside. “Do you have a towel that I can wipe his feet off with? I don’t want him to ruin your carpet.” You asked, turning to Chris as he wiped the water droplets off his face.

“Yeah, of course,” He nodded and jogged towards another room. You waited there patiently. Chris came back with a grey towel in his hand. You took it from him and thanked him. “Is Duke good with other dogs? I can get Dodger and they could play together.” Chris suggested.

You quickly nodded and smiled at him. “That would great, Duke loves other dogs.” You told him.

When Chris came back, Dodger was slowly walking behind him. He seemed hesitant as he walked over to Duke. They both sniffed each other for a second, then Dodger jogged over to his basket of toys.

“Go see, Duke” you said, pointing over at Dodger. Duke followed after him and they quickly began playing tug of war. You and Chris both laughed at how quickly they had started playing.

“While the kids play, I have some beer the adults can have.” Chris said, looking towards you.

Your eyes lit up at his suggestion. “Oooo yes please,” you said, smiling. You followed him to the kitchen and waited as he grabbed two beers out of the fridge.

He opened a bottle for you and handed it to you, “here’s your prize for second place.” He said. You took the bottle from him, but furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “Second place in what?” You asked taking a sip of the beer.

“That race down the street,” he said, chuckling. You clutched your mouth as you nearly spit out of your drink. “Way to hit a girl when she’s down” you joked, giggling over the joke.

“You’re right. You put in a lot of effort. Good job. Here’s to…” he said, trying to come up with something to drink to. Your mind automatically came up with an idea. “Getting caught in the rain,” you replied.

A smile grew on his face as he looked at you. “To getting caught in the rain,” he agreed.

You were already head over heels for this guy that you only known for less than an hour. It wasn’t something you would normally do, but he was charming and sweet and he even liked your dog.

You both clinked your glasses together. As you both took a sip, you held eye contact that lasted for longer than it should have. There was a glimmer in his eyes that mesmerized you.

“So, are you new to the neighborhood? I’ve never seen you around.” He asked, knowing he never could have forgotten seeing your face. You shook your head. “No, I’ve lived here for a few years now. I didn’t really walk around the neighborhood until I got Duke. I’m never at any of the neighborhood block party things though either, just not my scene. I would much rather hang out at home.” You replied.

He nodded his head along as you spoke. You had never had someone listen so intently to every word that came out of your mouth.

“Yeah, I’m with you on that one. I spent more nights home with Dodger than out partying. I go on walks with him sometimes or I’ll jog around the neighborhood, but that’s kinda it.” He told you.

You couldn’t help the fact that your imagination lingered to the thought of Chris shirtless and jogging past your house. Just the thought made you excited.

“I’ll have to keep an eye out.” You said, not being able to get rid of the smile on your face. Chris nearly choked on his beer when he heard what he perceived as a flirty comment. He almost thought he imagined the twinkle in your eyes when you said it. He was sure he was just overanalyzing though.

You guys kept talking for what felt like hours, getting to know each other. Clearly, Chris was charming, but he was also just a really nice guy.

Finally, you both looked over and noticed that Duke and Dodger were both laying on the floor panting and exhausted from their previous activities.

“Clearly, I need to come here everyday just to wear Duke out, so he doesn’t pull me down the street again.” You said, giggling and looking over at Chris. He jumped on the opportunity to spend more time with you.

“Dodger would love that. I’m sure he’d love a friend to play with. I wouldn’t mind the company either.” He said, testing the waters.

You felt your stomach do a flip. Did he really just say that?

“Oh, really?” You asked him, as you felt the butterflies swarming inside of you. Chris suddenly seemed shy as he smiled and looked at the ground.

“I’m not going to beat around the bush anymore. I think you’re really fun to be around, and you’re obviously drop dead gorgeous.” He said, matter-of-factly.

Before you could respond, Chris stepped closer to you and cupped your face with one of his hands. You felt jittery as you looked into his eyes right before closing your eyes and connecting your lips.

His lips were surprisingly soft against yours. You let him pull you closer to him, and your bodies became pressed up against each other. You rested your hands on his chest as you kissed him. His cologne filled your lungs and reminded you of pine forests.

You pulled away for a quick breath, and when Chris pulled you back into the kiss, he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You felt like the room was spinning.

The kiss got more and more heated since both of you couldn’t resist each other. You tugged against his shirt, keeping his close to you. His tongue lightly flicked against yours, teasing you. His free hand began to caress your side, drawing little circles with his fingers.

You both didn’t separate until Duke nudged his nose into the back of your knee, causing your knee to buckle. Chris wrapped his arms around your waist and kept you from falling.

“Hi, buddy,” Chris said, looking at Duke and then back at you, “he’s protective over his momma.” You giggled, nodding your head.

“So…” you said, referencing what you both had been doing before being interrupted. Chris chuckled to himself, and his cheeks turned a little red. “Yes, about that. How about I take you out to dinner tomorrow night?” He asked you, looking into your eyes with a hopeful look.

“I would really like that. I mean it’d be a shame after a kiss that good to not try this out.” You said, smirking to him. He let out another one of those full-body laughs that you saw earlier. “Yeah, it was a pretty great kiss.” He said, pecking your lips again.

Duke then nudged you again. “I think this guy would like to go home and take a nap. So, how about I give you my number and I see you tomorrow?” You suggested. Chris quickly nodded his head and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

You took the phone from his hand and opened up his contacts. “By the way, your picture of you and Dodger on your wallpaper is adorable.” You said, as you typed in your number. “Right? That’s what I said, and everyone else says it’s cheesy.” He agreed. You handed it back to him and smiled.

“You better call me. I know where you live.” You joked, still with a giddy smile on your face. He laughed at your joke, tucking his phone back in his pocket. “Oh, I promise I’ll be calling you. I’m not dumb enough to miss that opportunity.” He said, making your stomach flutter.

Chris walked you to the front door, where you hooked Duke back up to his leash. “Bye Dodger. It was nice to meet you.” You said, waving to the sleepy dog curled up on the couch.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said, smiling up at Chris. He leaned down to softly place a kiss on your lips. “I’ll be looking forward to it.” He replied.

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A New Life

Iiiii have been obsessed with watching @grind-pantera and @reddesires write about Planet of the Apes. Like, heavily inspired and biting at the bars of my enclosure to read or write or both. Apologies for the tags, I wanted to give proper credit for my rediscovered obsession. Thank you both! *runs off like a feral gremlin*

Anywho, I had this in my head and wanted to get it out. Don't know if I'll continue it, let me know if y'all want me to expand on this or...well. Maybe I will regardless. WE'LL SEE. *dives*

Rating: E (for Everyone!!)

Plot: You're newly taken in to the colony, a human with no idea how it works. Because of this, you're trying to navigate your new life.

A/N: Could evolve into (Character) x Reader, but...well. That depends on if I continue. Have this!

You weren’t used to this.

This referring to living among the apes of the woods. The ones who could talk—well, talk in rough, choppy sentences or sign language passed down by the older orangutan Maurice. It hadn’t been long since you had been brought there among the whooping hollering of one of their patrols, shepherding you to their leader…king? You weren’t entirely sure what they referred to him as, but you know they respected him greatly and looked to him to decide all things regarding their colony.

Him, of course, being Caesar. The first ape to speak.

You had heard the rumor, now passed around human campfires like folklore, of Caesar’s first utterances from years ago. It hadn’t been a big deal then, but when you had first heard him speak in that low, rumbling voice like he still wasn’t sure where exactly the sound sat in his throat, it had rocked you to your very core.

Scared you, even.

During the first week in the colony, you treated them like wild animals. Of course, you had known about the intelligent apes living in the forest, but you had never thought you’d be living among them. Now, so far away from home, not even knowing how to return, you wished you had learned more. A checklist formed in your mind. A sort of “How To” in order for your own survival.

One: Don’t look them in the eyes.

That was something you had learned as a child when your father was teaching you how to interact with strange dogs. Animals often took eye contact to mean a threat, that you were challenging them. Well, shit. You didn’t want any of these apes to consider you a threat. God, the gorillas were huge. They could rip you apart limb from limb. How many news stories had there been in your lifetime about pet chimps eating their owner’s faces off? So you didn’t look anyone in the eye.

By careful observance, you had learned how to properly greet those around you. Body low to the ground, head down, fleeting eye contact, hand above your head. If you were lucky, you’d get a simple touch to let you know it was okay.

Two: Avoid Koba by any means necessary.

The scarred ape, a Bonobo you believed, scared you more than anyone else in the camp. His glazed-over, milky white eye seemed to follow you everywhere you went. He didn’t you, and you didn’t trust him. How could you when he only ever glared at you and sometimes even growled? There wasn’t a single doubt in your mind that he’d be the one to kill you if he was ever given the chance to.

Three: Stay as close to Caesar and his closest companions as was allowed and considered acceptable.

Caesar had a fondness for your kind, you learned. His closest companions and family, though you got the feeling didn’t share his sentiment, at least showed you kindness in their own way. Rocket, Luka, Blue Eyes, and especially Maurice. They were your key to survival.

There was one thing you were completely certain of: They were never going to let you leave.

You had seen too much. You knew too much.

Your knowledge was valuable to any humans seeking to destroy them.

The longer you stayed in the camp, the more you came to recognize your new reality. At times, late at night, when the camp was quiet, you would sit out underneath the canopy and stare at the stars peeking through. There were certain things you missed about other humans. The laughter. Full conversations. The community.

Here among the colony, the impending end of the human reign pressed and tickled along the back of your mind like an ever-present itch.

Your eyes slid up and up, following the path that led to Caesar’s abode in the cave.

Shadows danced from the large fire above, and a silhouette stood on the edge.

He was watching.

And you knew, deep down, he always would be.

[silas-222]

Having a child in your late twenties seemed normal right? Yeah. Having a baby daddy that sadly missed the birth of his first child? God the guilt he feels for missing a majority of the pregnancy. Give the poor man a break. 

Simon 'Ghost' Riley was a military man with mountains and mountains of trauma on him, the first time he was told he was going to be a father, he felt like he was gonna breakdown. Not wanting to be like that abusive piece of shit, he swore he'd be better, starting a couple of self help exercises, reading a lot of baby books, he probably knew more about the pregnancy than you. 

But it's been a couple years since then. Giving birth to a beautiful baby girl, small complications that are now there for life and a little chunky, but still absolutely beautiful. Leslie Christina Riley was the name gifted to her. Your black hair, Simon's hazel/green eyes, and his small crooked nose. A perfect mix of the two of you.

As for right now, you were waiting for your daughter to exit out of her elementary gate, "mommy!!" "Baby!!" You both squealed before you picked her up and swung her around before kissing her head softly. "How was school hon?" You asked as your hand went to fix her hair as the other held her on your hip. 

"It was sooo good mommy!" She began to talk as your legs made way to the car where Simon was hiding from her, a surprise that he was home for her. "I got invited to a sleep over at Juliana's house, it's for Friday!" She told as she rested her head on your shoulder. 

A sleepover? Of course you've met Juliana's mother before but a sleepover at five and six year old? Not that big of a fan for this idea. "Mm I'll think about if you can go okay love?" You spoke softly. Not wanting to explain that there are bad people in the world, exposing your five year old to it. "Okay mommy." She muttered.

As you opened the back car door, she climbed in the car seat , buckled herself in, then grabbed her invite from Juliana's mother to hand it to you. 

"Rah!" Simon growled as he went to tickle her, immediate giggles leaving her mouth. "Wait... DADDY!" She screamed as she realized that it was her loving father. "Yeah, hi little love." He kissed her head. 

You got in the car and started driving, Simon staying in the backseat, listening to your daughter talk about school and the sleepover. 

20 minutes later

Having made it safely home, all three of you, including Riley were outside. Riley and Leslie were playing around in the backyard as you and Simon sat on the patio. "Soo her sleepover.. are you gonna let her go?" Simon asked as your eyes were trained on Leslie. "I don't know.. because I want her to go but what if something bad happens to her? She's five Si.. she doesn't know how to defend herself and she can't defend herself if she wanted to..!" You stressed.

When Leslie was born—she was a very weak baby, you were in the hospital for a month before you were finally let back home with your small baby. Fearing SIDS would take into place, you and Simon lost sleep over her. Thank whatever lord is above that it never happened.

"Hey.." Simon grabbed your hands and rubbed the back of your knuckles, "calm down... you can talk to her about it.." he pulled you into a hug as Leslie and Riley came running over. "Daddy! Mommy! Look at Riley! She so silly!" She giggled as she pointed at the German shepherd, mud covering her face along with—

"Riley! Did you get into my roses!?" You scolded the dog, looking at Simon, "that is your dog." You teased. 

"Yeah yeah, Riley no getting into the roses, mama's told you that." He scolded as Leslie sat infront of you. "Love, explain to her on what we were talking about okay?" He kissed your shoulder and Leslie's head as he picked up Riley with ease so he could go give her a bath. 

"Babydoll come here..." you said softly, grabbing Leslie's hand as she stood infront of you then climbed in your lap so you two were face to face. "You know how you got invited to Juliana's sleepover?" 

She nodded and hummed softly, "I know you wanna go but it's scary for mommy.." 

"Why?"

"Because mommy can't protect you there, you know how I always protect you and daddy protects all of us, even Riley protects and helps daddy when you and I can't be there with him."

"But mommy I'll be okay.. Juliana's mommy will protect me at there." She tried to convince you. 

"But baby what if someone comes in and takes you? You can go baby but it scares me, it scares daddy too. I know Juliana's mommy can help you but for us it's scary. We trust you so much mama but it's other people in the world." I tried to explain to her, frowning as I noticed her eyes tearing up. “Please don’t cry hon.. you can still go but I want you to know that sometimes you can’t go okay?” I wiped her chubby cheeks. 

Leslie nodded before she turned to Simon, “daddy are you gonna cry?” She asked him with a small tease. “Nah, too strong for that..” he teased her back, “just like you’re too small to have a boyfriend!” He playfully scolded her about the little boy who had a crush on her. 

[kneelingshadowsalome]

I can finally hurl this silly thing I wrote weeks ago at you. 🥹

A lot of people probably told you this already, but I like the contrast you gave between Ghost and König. While Ghost feels like an abused, skittish animal that you have to assure slowly, patiently that it’s okay to be loved before they finally, at one random day, wag their tail at you—finally falling heads over heels with you, König—in contrast—got that first taste of affection and he dives in head first in a snap. He wants more. He needs to take all. exactly. right. now. He wants to hoard your love; he’s addicted of you, yeah? It honestly feels like he has ADD/ADHD/other neurodivergencies and you’re his hyper-fixation. And honestly? You’re totally fine with that.

Anyway, I’ll take one of each please. Thank you very much. 🤣 Have a wonderful day, love. 😘

!!!! My gorgeous friend and fellow fictional military man enthusiast: you are SO RIGHT. They're both abused dogs but respond to love quite differently. And omg you also said that Ghost is like a German Shepherd and König is a Great Dane and you are so on point on that as well 😭 (But what about Yandere König? Brings to mind a poorly trained Doberman...)

Like it takes months for Ghost to show you he's a goner too. Mostly, he observes you with what looks like distant curiosity at best. (If you could see inside his brain, you'd hear the grunty mutters of “Fuck me... I’m fucking fucked.”)

But! Ghost's love language is acts of service (to the max.) He’s furiously loyal, can and will make you laugh, always makes sure you’re nice and cozy and happy; your needs come first at all times. Underneath, our man is touch-starved and seeks your praise but would never, ever demand it. Just when you’re getting used to your “arrangement” — or whatever your relationship could be called – he suddenly asks whether you should move to this place he just bought. Easier that way, yeah? ;)

But König… Oh my god. If he trusts you enough, the breaks are gone. Not only kaputt but GONE. He wants to surround you, infiltrate you, win you to himself, but most of all, love you until you two become one.

He’s not constantly demanding attention, you’re not exactly tripping on him, but… He does like almost every photo on your Instagram, and proceeds to court you like he's the next Lancelot du Lac. You went on a date with him and now there's flowers and odd little gifts waiting for you every other day when you come home.

He's an independent man and has learned to survive alone, but at the same time, your attention and love are like a drug to him. König pulls you close every morning and every evening and during the night and multiple times a day. Your mood is his mood, and if you’re not happy, he needs to fix that shit. Many a time you find him watching you, making sure you’re truly there, and real, and his.

[two-white-butterflies]

cats and dogs | aem. targaryen

Description: He meets his future girlfriend while searching for his old one. Aemond adopts a puppy and sees a girl with her cats.

Type: social media au

Warning: Teen

"I want a small dog," he answered firmly - already beginning to look around the small animal shelter.

"I have a small apartment - it's not really built for those big canines." he explained, playing with the strings of his hoodie. His mother told him that it would help with his anxiety - but the thought of owning a dog made him anxious. It was like having a baby - according to his brother. "Are there any breeds that you're interested in?"

His lips pressed into a thin line; was he supposed to know about the breeds? The only dog breed that he was aware of was 'German Shepherd' because his uncle's dog: Caraxes, bit him as a kid. "Not really," he shook his head - while being led towards the darker parts of the room. There were a few dogs growling at him, some had missing body parts - but he was unfazed.

"There's a dog here - no one wants to adopt her, but she's a sweetheart." the woman cooed, leaning down to wave at Vhagar.

The chihuahua was growling at her, but it's face seemed to soften once he came into view. "She's a senior dog...loves treats," the woman chuckled nervously, chucking a treat inside the cage. "Would you like to touch her?" she inquired and he nodded automatically.

Vhagar felt like home.

The woman gently lifted the dog out of the cage, settling him down on the floor. Vhagar immediately ran towards her future-owner, nibbling on his shoe-laces. "She already likes you," the woman mumbles in surprise. He leans down to Vhagar's level - gently petting the dog's back.

When the employee was about to put her back inside the cage - she sprinted in the other direction. Navigating through the maze with ease. "I'm so sorry, she's not like this! I swear." the woman ran after the dog, but its speed was amazing.

"I want another kitty!" you giggled while pressing soft kisses behind the tabby cat's ear. "Oh my god, you keep doing this." Baela rolled her eyes, holding your black cat with her other hand. This was supposed to be a visit for getting Kaiser's papers, but now it was turning into another adoption. "Jacques is a cute name," you thought to yourself.

You turned towards the man - about to ask him if you could bring the kitten home, but a dog suddenly bumps your ankle. "- and who is this?" Baela squatted down to touch Vhagar, but she growled at the woman. "Little miss murder on her mind," she laughed at her joke.

"- i'm sorry about her, miss." a worker apologizes, gathering the dog around her arms. "It's alright, she's cute." you smiled - seeing another man fade into view - presumably chasing after the dog.

"Well, if it isn't Aems." Baela rolled her eyes playfully, surprised to see her cousin on the other side of town. "Spike," the man replied using her childhood nickname. The worker hands the dog to the man - the dog quickly calms down. "Are you going to introduce me or is this one of those, guess who's?" he raised an eyebrow.

For a woman who said the most controversial things, Baela had a lot of suitors. He wanted to know if you were one of them.

"I'm (Your Name)," you greet - unable to offer your hand because of the cat cuddled on your arms. "Aemond, I'm Baela's cousin." he introduced - trying to offer his hand, but remembering that he was holding a pet of his own.

"So, dinner at five?" Baela informed - catching you off guard. "I'll text you the details, please wear some makeup - Aemond." she rolled her eyes - taking the cat away from your hands and returning it to the owner. Baela, thank you.

She begins pulling you away before you get another word in.

'Sorry' he mouthed with a slight smirk. 'It's okay' you smiled in return.

your_dumpaccount: he's so handsome ackckckc

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You couldn't stop smiling.

Dinner with him was amazing - but the ice cream after?

"Are you a vanilla or chocolate person?" he asked while taking a lick of his chocolate-mint ice cream. "Strawberry," you responded while wiping the cotton candy ice cream away from your upper lip.

"Why were you so sad when both were unavailable then?" he inquired, and you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks. He noticed. "It feels like a chocolate day," you hum, freezing as you realize that his eye was solely focused on you - the crowds were drowning out.

"Why did you buy cotton candy?" he asked again, finding you to be an interesting woman. You hate vodka - you ask them if they have gin, but you order a margarita. "I thought that you'd hate mint - you told me that your comfort food was this, so I thought that you'd want to share." you admit shyly.

He wasn't the only one paying attention.

"That's sweet," he whispers - reaching to wipe the ice cream away from your lips. He licks his finger after.

your_dumpaccount: boyfriend, lover, future husband JK, UNLESS?

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[soaps-mohawk]

so we got what animal would 141 men be, now it’s time for 141 boys + omega with pets- cuz why not?

Omega : A rabbit. It sorta represents omega in the way that their only defense mechanism against predators (and enemies) is running. But omega and bunny are sensitive too. Mega would buy it a cute lil harness with leash and spend 98% of her time with it, if she’s not with the boys. (Cue everyone in the barracks dying of cuteness overload)

Johnny : a parrot 💀👍. Man would probably teach it to draw like those peeps on tiktok. BRUV would also not watch his mouth around it so now everyone is jumping out the fucking nest cuz someone (or something) decided to have a sailors mouth at 2 am.. (HC that Simon wants to throttle the bird)

Gaz: a cat. He strikes as a clean and decent guy so a cat would be nice. It cleans up after itself so Gaz doesn’t have to worry too much about it. Man would probably dress it up with bows ‘n shit..I think that the breed would be British short-hair, since Gaz won’t have the time to clean up if the breed was a longhair (eg: Maine coon). HC that cat is overprotective of the bunny-😫

Price: Old-school, gets a goldfish. Man does not have the time to spare to take care of it, just dumps the damn fish in the classic round bowl before working. But he does manage to take decent care of it, cleaning the tank regularly and feeding. Adds guppies and snails to give it company. (Doesn’t acknowledge it but bro actually gets fond of the damn thing)

Simon: this man, dog. No other animal for him than dog. I like to think that the pack gave it to him as a birthday present and…It’s a German Shepherd!! Omega found a bunch of cute bows to put on it, (Simon hates but keeps it for her sake-). They prob call it “Riley 2.0”. That dog goes everywhere where Simon goes. Bathroom, training area, outside. God forbid that you mention a walk. But like how it’s similar to Simon, that means it’s a guard dog. Follows omega and bunny everywhere, if ain’t with Simon. (HC that omega ‘n bunny get shit scared bc of the scary guard dogs hovering over them-💀👍). (Pic credit: svenny_boy on tt)

(fun fact: the rabbit pic is acc mine, it was my old rabbit who passed after 5 months due to a heat stroke in my country.)

I agree with all of these 100%

'mega having a bunny (she's so bunny coded) yes ✔️

Johnny having a parrot that curses like a sailor? Yes ✔️

Price having a fish that he's secretly fond of? Yes ✔️

Simon having a guard dog? Yes ✔️

I love all of these so much, thank you for this!!! 💚

[captain-mj]

I absolutely adore your writing, you got me majorly hooked on PriceGraves and I thank you for that 🫶 I'm offering my first born child and my liver for some hurt/comfort with PriceGraves, you carry the ship so much and ily for that 😭🫶

Cw: pet death, im still working through stuff

Price tapped his pen against his desk over and over again. They were having another meeting to try to work out a deal with Graves.

Unfortunately, they were having to pay him for information. Luckily, Graves really just wanted compensation for his services that were used since Shepherd wouldn’t be paying him if they worked together.

“It’s a huge hit to my reputation if it gets out i told people secrets about my clients. I need to make it seem like he stiffed payment so i had to go somewhere else. Plus, i have to keep my men paid.” Graves had explained the first day of these meetings. “I have proof I’m not getting paid so you guys are going to pay me.”

Laswell and Price were both unhappy about this, it took a lot of strings and desperation, but they got it. This was the last meeting.

And when it was over, Price could go back to John, Graves’s boyfriend, when they hung out. God he missed that. He was tired of having to be careful around each other in case they risked tainting the deal. All words had to be kept professional, couldn’t be caught speaking publicly right now.

“He’s late.” Laswell frowned. “He’s never late.”

Price checked the time and sure enough, it was three minutes past their meeting time.

As if on cue, Mila knocked and waited to be let in.

She seemed tense, barely really looking at them. “I do apologize, Commander Graves wants to reschedule.”

Laswell and Price glanced at each other. “Why? Did he get a counter offer?”

“No. We’re still going through with our deal. Something has come up.”

“Shepherd is loose and could be colluding with anyone. We need the information Graves has.” Price insisted.

Mila tensed her jaw. “I’m sorry, Captain. But Graves is in no condition to continue these conversations. As soon as he's able, he'll be back."

Laswell frowned, picking up on her verbiage. "Is he okay?"

Price's stomach dropped.

"Mila?"

Mila hesitated. "He's not injured. Really, this is something he should handle."

Price frowned and called Graves. No response. "Kate."

"Yeah, John. Go."

He pulled on his coat and followed after Mila who looked embarrassed. "Don't let him know I let this slip. He'll be so upset."

not angry

upset

Price frowned. "What happened?"

"You know Dumpling?"

"His shih tzu. Six years old. Darling little thing."

"She had a heart condition. Some birth defect. It got her last night."

Oh. Oh no.

"She isn't...."

"She died. He found her body when he woke up. Please don't be mad he didn't message you, none of us found out until we went to his room to find out why he wasn't out yet."

As if Price would be mad at him for that.

His poor boyfriend was dealing with this alone. Well. He doubted the Shadows really left him alone. But he still wanted to be there for him.

Mila led him to where the base nearby was. It was a cheap hotel that had been bought by Graves and renovated to fit their needs. Every single door had a small dog door for Dumpling to run around except for the gun area and the shooting range.

Graves had made his room in one of the slightly larger areas, one that had a small kitchen in it. He only ever made himself coffee there, but Price occasionally cooked.

And in his room, he found him curled up tight. A small box sat on the table. It was a simple, plain box. Probably from someone packing. A quick look inside at the fragile body there, unmoving and unseeing. He quickly looked away and back towards Graves.

Oz was comforting him, speaking to him in low voices something that sounded reassuring. About rainbow bridges or something.

Price smiled at him thankfully and then wrapped Graves in his arms. He tucked him under his jaw and felt Graves give a full body sob.

"I woke up and she was just there. Laying on my bed. She wouldn't wake up." Graves sobbed harder.

Price bundled him to his chest and squeezed him. "Get it all out, Love."

Graves buried his face in John's chest and wailed. it was heavy and angry and so loud. Price just held him tighter.

He was trying his best to not cry. Dumpling wasn't his dog, but still, it got to him.

His poor love.

"I raised her. Bottle fed her after her surgeries. I thought I had more time." Graves sniffled and scratched at Price's shoulders like a wild animal.

Oz made coffee silently. He brought a cup to them and Price helped Graves sit up. "Love, it's pretty late in the day. Have you eaten?"

Graves shook his head. "No."

"Oz, get something easy for him."

Oz gave a small salute and stepped back, trusting Price to keep Graves together.

Price rocked him gently, letting him just lay there as long as he needed. He helped him eat, gently bringing bites of food to his mouth and letting Graves eat at his own pace. Tears never stopped streaming down his face, but food definitely helped.

"What am I going to do?"

"I don't know, sweetheart." Price answered honestly. "You're going to be okay though."

Graves sobbed. "I don't think so."

[dreamersbcll]

I love your double whammies so

prompt: 

Sam gets her wisdom teeth out and Tara has to get her back to the apartment and in bed as she’s coming off of the laughing gas. Chaos ensues.

I gave the inverse to Kai :) 

“Dreams”

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It was supposed to take an hour. An hour fifteen, tops.

Yet here Tara was, pacing back and forth in that tiny waiting room. She was sure that she was wearing holes into the shitty gray carpet, but she didn’t really care.

All she cared about was getting Sam home safe and sound, with little to no extra blood loss. Tara knew there was going to be blood loss- she remembers the time she had gotten her wisdom teeth out. She laughed so hard at a stupid joke Chad made and ripped open a stitch. She had also never seen Sam panic that much in a long time.

In a way, it was refreshing being on the other side. Maybe it was wanton cruelty, but Tara liked knowing that Sam trusted her enough to let herself go under and get a much-needed surgery. Sam had been in pain for so long- waking up in tears, chewing on one side, and only eating soft foods for weeks. It was painful to watch Sam pretend she wasn’t in pain.

Thank god they were here now.

But if they don’t wheel out her loopy sister in the next ten minutes, Tara would show them what the sister of a Loomis could do.

Luckily for the staff of the Oral surgery clinic, Sam was wheeled out within four minutes to spare. Tara nearly collapsed at the sight of her chipmunk-cheeked big sister smiling despite the cotton in her mouth. The nurse wheeling Sam out was laughing a bit, their eyes sparkling with mirth.

“Hope you have Fleetwood Mac loaded up on that iPhone of yours,” teased the nurse as she helped Tara load Sam into the car.

Tara frowned, puzzled. Sam didn’t care for Fleetwood Mac. In fact, her big sister probably couldn’t even name five Fleetwood Mac songs.

Sam took care of that question within the first minute of the drive, even before Tara peeled out of the parking lot.

“Dreams.”

Glancing back at her big sister, Tara raised an eyebrow. Sam looked back at Tara, her eyes dazed, her swollen cheeks stretched in a wide smile. Reaching over the dash, Tara squeezed Sam’s hand, the corner of her mouth twitching.

“What was that, Sammy?” she soothed, rubbing her thumb across her big sister’s calloused hand.

Sam just smiled. “Dreams. Thunder only happens when it’s raining,” she sang, her voice muffled by the cotton in her mouth.

Tara laughed, shaking her head. Of course, her big sister wanted to hear a song she had never listened to before. “Don’t talk, Sammy. I’ll play Dreams for you. Just relax, okay?”

Her big sister nodded, her smile growing impossibly wider as the first few notes of Dreams pumped out through the car speaker.

Pulling out of the parking lot, Tara rolled her eyes as Sam sang along to every word.

Seriously, when the hell did she listen to this song?

—

Somehow, the journey to the apartment went smoothly. Tara had even gotten Sam into comfortable sweats and a loose t-shirt and got her settled onto the couch.

It turned out that the biggest problem of their day was picking out a movie for Sam to watch.

“Okay. Do you want to watch Finding Nemo?” Tara asked, flipping through the channels.

Sam shook her head, her eyes glazed. “Don’t like fish. Scaly.”

Tara bit back a laugh. What a lie. Sam loved seafood. Just last week, they had their regular sushi date. “Okay, makes sense. How about Bolt?”

Her big sister again shook her head, her eyes watering. “Dogs,” she whimpered.

Raising an eyebrow, Tara looked at her big sister. “Dogs? What about them? You’ve always wanted a German Shepherd, Sam. You wanted to name it Rocco, yeah?”

Tears started falling out of Sam’s eyes, pooling down her chipmunk cheeks. Tara put down the remote and curled into her sister’s side.

“Hey, Sammy, honey, what’s wrong? What happened?” she soothed, running a hand through Sam’s hair.

Her big sister sniffled, her eyes big and sad. “Dogs are so cute. I can’t believe they’re real,” she sobbed, snot running down her nose.

It took everything in Tara not to laugh.

She would be lying if she didn’t laugh into a hand towel as she went to find tissues to wipe away her sister’s tears.

—

“Sam, you gotta eat the mashed potatoes. You like mashed potatoes!” Tara griped in frustration, the spoon in her hand shaking.

Sam just shook her head, her eyes trained on the screen before her. After an hour of tears and hidden laughs, they finally settled on Frozen. Sam seemed to be liking it well enough, but she wasn’t eating on account of Elsa’s singing.

For the millionth time in the last two hours, Sam was tearing up again. Tara sighed, setting down the bowl and spoon. She reached into her pocket, pulled out another tissue, and carefully wiped away her big sister’s tears.

“What’s up, Sammy?” she asked, the corners of her mouth twitching as Sam began blubbering again.

“She just sings so well, Tara! Why can’t I sing? Why am I not famous?” she wailed, sniffling.

Tara fought the urge to roll her eyes and instead slipped into Sam’s side and intertwined her fingers with Sam’s. She kissed the side of her big sister’s head, smiling into the hair that matched her own.

“You don’t need to be famous, Sam. You just need to be mine. You’re all I need, my love. All I need,” she murmured, kissing Sam’s head again.

Sam leaned into the touch, sniffling a bit. The two sat in silence, watching as Elsa sang Let It Go. It was nice cuddling her big sister, even if she wasn’t feeling so hot. Just like they were kids. Disney movies and cuddles.

Tara was so damn lucky.

Eventually, Sam broke the silence.

“Can you play Dreams again?”

Tara groaned, reaching over for the remote.

“You don't even like Fleetwood Mac,” she grumbled, switching to the Spotify app.

They listened to the song at least fifty more times.

—

A few months later

“What the FUCK?”

Tara scrambled down the stairs, running towards her sister’s angry, confused voice. Her thoughts were racing- it couldn’t be Ghostface, right? No. It couldn’t be. It had been nearly two years since the last attack. This couldn’t be it.

Sliding into the kitchen, Tara panted, her hands on her knees. There Sam stood, one hand holding a steaming cup of coffee, the other holding her phone. Her big sister looked angry, puzzled even.

“What? What’s wrong? Is it Ghostface? The Twins? What, Sam? What?” Tara gasped, a hand on the stitch in her side.

Sam just shook her head, shoving her phone in Tara's face. “Spotify Wrapped just came out. How is Dreams my number one song? I don’t even like Fleetwood Mac!”

Despite her anger, annoyance, and lack of breath, Tara laughed.

That’s what she thought.

[doyou000me]

WIP Tag Game - Round 2!

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you like!

It's been about half a year since @cryingatships last tagged me in the WIP tag game (you can find round 1 here!), and here we go again!

A few things have happened since then: I have finished Held (The Sign) and Impulse Control (along with a couple of other KP oneshots), written nearly 11k for that KinnPorsche/Vincenzo crossover (that still doesn't have a title) and then started on my own, original smut story, now with two chapters up on Ao3 and a total of 46k words written! With that said, there are still a lot of WIPs left on the list since round 1, and a couple of new ones have been added to it...

Thank you @cryingatships for making me look back at this past half a year of writing and reminding me of all my deliscious WIPs!

Without further ado: ask away~!

Fanfics

Kinnporsche x Vincenzo crossover (mafia, action, torture, smut)

7. Luca knows to whom he belongs (Vincenzo kdrama, mafia, collar)

Vigilante (Vigilante kdrama, dysfunctional poly relationship)

Dog-themed (Bloodhounds kdrama, the duality of Gun-Woo)

Wolf in sheep's clothing answered here (Kinnporsche, Vegas/Pete)

Original Stories

The Author (current project and ongoing brainrot, MLM smut, suburban, slice of life)

When I Grow Up (contemporary fantasy, hero moves on after The Big Victory, finding purpose, queer, formerly a fanfic idea)

Flying (the freedom and joy of flying, bonding over a shared interest, queer, likely smut)

Lucien Villamonte (fantasy, bloodmagic, religion, queer)

Monique Line (sci-fi, military, revenge, badass female MC)

We Will Be Kings One Day answered here (sci-fi, rebellion, opression, shared dream, queer, tragedy, shares universe with Monique Line (this is an old one, I've no idea why I didn't include it in round 1))

It's Complicated (Queer, contemporary, coming out late, slice of life, relationships)

Kinship (fantasy, hierarchical magic system, asshole MC no redemption, no romance but would tear the world apart for his person)

Modern Witches answered here (anthology, contemporary fantasy, queer)

The Deal answered here (queer, gay erotica, mafia, threesome)

Bodies answered here (scifi, bodies as commodities, self identification)

The Silent Brotherhood (religion, Gods, greed, burnout, finding oneself)

The Shifting Sands (fantasy, adventure)

The Black Shepherd answered here and drawn here (folk tale, medieval, sheep)

The List of Lady Di (fantasy, badass female MC, revenge, piraty-ish, possibly a short story (another old one that I don't know why I didn't add to round 1))

The Building Manager (gay erotica, poor man meets rich man, slice of life)

Tales of Ackerton (anthology, contemporary fantasy)

Allswell answered here (fantasy, 1920s ish, dragons, military, badass female MC)

The Shop At The End answered here and here (contemporary fantasy, magic shop, margins of society, found family, formerly a fanfic idea)

Robo Kid answered here (robots, human rights, existentialism)

Grey Planet (sci-fi, corporate exploitation, rediscovering the beauty of life, queer, female MC)

Fly (contemporary, female MC, burnout, rediscovering joy, flying)

Euphemia (fantasy, neurodivergence, wild souls, queer, female MC)

No preassure tagging @dropthedemiurge, @7nessasaryevils, @the-cookie-of-doom, @xagan, @thepancakelady, @wereflamingo, @welcometothelairofthebitchking, @bunnakit, @cactusmole because I'm pretty sure you've all got stuff on the way~!

Also, if anyone wants to get tagged as an incentive to do the WIP game, let me know and I'll be happy to tag you!

[villainofmyownstory]

Day Zero chapter 5

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pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x plus size fem!reader

summary: It is hard to convince a man that you are telling the truth. You want him to finally trust you and let you stay. If he wasn't so stubborn and… drunk.

tags: AFAB reader, plus size reader, dog german shepherd, alcohol

author's note: I had a lot of trouble writing this chapter. I'm not proud of it, but I think that finally the story becomes more interesting and you will like it.

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Chapter 5: The one where everything is still difficult

Day 732

Sounds coming from the kitchen get your attention. No. Smells. You involuntarily feel yourself drooling. The burping in your stomach intensifies.

Your mind is in high gear and all you can think about now is food, hunger. Thirst.

You have eaten so little for days. You have tried to ration and preserve as long as possible the rations you took on the trip. You had no luck and didn't find much fresh food along the way. You only found a few cans. Not to mention a warm, home-cooked meal. It's probably been months since you last managed to heat something up. Not to mention cooking. And you used to love spending time in the kitchen, buying and trying new ingredients, testing brand new dishes.

“Thank you for the possibility to take a bath.... And for the rest of the things.”

You stand on the threshold of the kitchen, speaking uncertainly. You step from foot to foot. The man stands with his back turned to you, clearly preoccupied with something. He just waves his hand, indicating with his finger for you to sit down on a stool by the kitchen island. 

As you sit down, you notice Riley standing against the wall, greedily eating what Ghost has put into a large silver bowl. The dog doesn't even stop eating for a moment to look at you.

You look around the kitchen, which, like the hallway and bathroom, is dimly lit, with only the light above the countertops. Only where Ghost is standing is it bright enough. The rest of the room is plunged into semi-darkness. While waiting for any interaction with the man, you curiously look around the room. As in the adjacent room you were in shortly after you arrived, there are all sorts of things arranged in towers on each shelf. Mainly food. Cans, jars, packages of dry food. Everything evenly and neatly stacked.  

“I made tea.”

The man breaks the silence, puts a mug of hot brew in front of you

“T-tea?"

You exhale something like a squeak, you did not want to sound like this, however, you are very surprised. But God, warm tea? You had already forgotten that such a thing existed. Since you had a hard time finding drinkable water, you did nothing but simply sip to quench your thirst.

You immediately grab the ear of the cup, put it to your lips and drink, it's nothing that the hot drink steams your mouth, tongue, esophagus. Out of greed and thirst, you quickly drink the entire contents of the cup. You wipe your wet mouth with your hand.

“Thank you.”

Sighing loudly, you set the cup down on the countertop, looking at the man again. Another long moment of silence passes. The man still stands with his back turned to you. Unwittingly, your gaze falls on him. You admire how he moves with graceful and delicate movements in a tight space of the kitchen.

It's a rather peculiar sight, considering his physique. He is a tall and broad, well-built man. Now you can get a better look at him, although he still wears a dingy balaclava on his head, covering his face, hair and neck. He is not wearing a full uniform. His broad shoulders and muscular arms lightly cling to a long-sleeved black cotton shirt. To you, even without all the military equipment, Ghost's silhouette is intimidating. It causes an unpleasant squeezing in your stomach and a quickened pulse. You still don't know what to expect from him. According to you, he is unpredictable.

A pleasant smell that spreads more and more in the kitchen catches your attention, some spices, think rosemary, pepper, sour tomatoes, maybe mushrooms. and yes, you definitely smell fried blood meat.

It's just too much.

You close your eyes for a moment, hoping that you're about to smell the food that creates such an unusual and delicious aroma. The burbling in your stomach intensifies, probably the tea you drank has awakened your empty digestive system from lethargy.

“Eat.”

A large, deep plate filled to the brim with food lands in front of you.

Stew.

Potatoes and meat. You shake your head in disbelief.

Have you made it to heaven? Is this some kind of reward for two years of uneven and hard struggle with yourself to survive?

“Thank you... Ghost.. for everything.”

You swallow your saliva loudly.

This is probably the best meal you've ever had. The meat is tender, the vegetables are slightly firm, the whole thing is lightly seasoned, the sauce is delicate, so you can feel every flavor and texture.

“It's just food.”

Ghost burbles, sitting down across from you, and begins to eat.

“After dinner, we need to talk.”

You don't think you've eaten a meal this fast in your entire life. If the man wanted to convince you with this or apologize for his behavior. Then you don't mind if he rewards you every night for his behavior toward you in this way.

The house is big, really huge.  One that could house a multi-generational family. After a meal, or rather after eating two portions, Ghost led you to another room on the other side of the house. A small one in which most of the space is taken up by a large desk.  The man takes one of the maps stacked on one of the bookcases against the wall and places it on the desk. He sits down on the other side of the desk facing you.

With another mug of tea in your hand, you sit more comfortably in the chair, looking at the map with some interest.

“Do you know where we are?”

Ghost asks the question, without taking his eyes off the map.

“I didn't see a sign with the name of the city when I came here, but I more or less know that I've been heading in the direction of the tower all along, which is west.”

You lean over the desk and point with your hand to the area you think you are more or less in. A possible location of where you are now.

“Not quite.”

Ghost points his finger at the map, a decidedly more distant point on the map than the one you just showed

 “We are here.”

You stare intently at the map, not convinced it's possible for you to have walked that far. You nod your head negatively. Not believing that you've made it this far. The distance you traveled seemed too far.

“I walked for a long time, but I was sure that I hadn't come such a long way.” 

“How long?”

The man finally takes his eyes off the map and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. He looks at you closely.

“Actually, I don't know. It's been a long time since I stopped counting days.”

You sigh, clasping your hands nervously, your gloves still damp.

After a moment's thought, you add

“I think I've been walking for three or four weeks.”

Taking another sip of tea, you look at the map again

“I don't even know how long it's been since.... since...”

“Day Zero.”

He interrupts you, saying the words in a low, slow tone.

“Oh, it's... is that what you prefer to call it?”

“Yes. This day has been so named.”

Ghost moves closer, placing his elbows on the edge of the desk. Not giving you a chance to ask another nagging question.

“So how did you manage to survive for two years?”

He asks another question, looking at you more carefully, squinting his eyes.

You snort in slight nervousness.

“Honestly, I don't know, somehow.... I got lucky.”

You tell the truth, yet you nervously squeeze the fabric of your gloves, you always try to soothe your nerves this way in such stressful situations. Focusing your mind on something else.

“Who were you with?”

“Alone.”

You answer quickly and finally lift your gaze. You look into a man's dark eyes.

“Yes, definitely. And I was at the Manchester City game yesterday.” 

Ghost tilts his head to the side. Despite the mask on, you can see that the man is not smiling. Quite the opposite. He's tense, not looking away from you for even a second.

“I don't know how to prove it to you. All this time, damn it, all this time I've been alone. Alone. I haven't seen a LIVING person since that day!”.

You raise your voice.

Riley, most likely hearing your raised voices, runs out of the kitchen and stands next to the desk. He looks either at the man or at you. As if he is concerned about the situation.

More questions, one after another. Why, how, when, how much, really? And so on, and so on. The questions multiply. The same, but asked in a different way.

Not sure how long it lasts, a few minutes, maybe more than an hour? It all blends into one. However, long enough to feel the growing fatigue. This tiring and tedious interrogation is probably aimed at catching you in a lie, question after question. After another answer, you hear his next question again, monotonous slowly spoken words. And so on and so forth. After each of your answers, without changing his tone, he asks you another. Word against word.

He has certainly done this more than once in the past. You can see the experience in him, the confidence, the composure. He will be the one to break you before you break him. He'll keep asking you until you're finally jaded and tired, agitated by his behavior and dreaming of one brief moment of peace and quiet. Eventually you will give in and say what he wants to hear.

Finally, you rub your eyes with resignation and say in the hope that he will agree to your suggestion.

"Can we end this interrogation?"

"Interrogation? Hm... We're just talking to each other. We're chatting."

The man rolls up the map, putting it back in its place on the shelf with other papers, and slowly gets up

"But fine, we'll finish tomorrow. Follow me."

The room where you will spend the night is very small, with bright, bland walls. Almost like the storage room under the stairs where Harry Potter lived. In truth, given the size of the house, you can bet that there are bigger and nicer rooms where you could sleep. However, at this point you only dream of putting your head against the pillow and finally falling asleep.

Unfortunately, sleep is not coming. Although small, the narrow bed is very comfortable. Certainly more comfortable than the ones you slept in last time. If you slept in a bed at all. It's curling up in a ball in the sheets, changing position every now and then.

Riley protested for a long time by clenching his paws when Ghost tried to lead him out of the room. The dog wanted to stay with you.

Of course he wanted to.

It was amusing to watch the big man speak to the dog in an affectionate and pleading tone. Lightly pulling him by the dog's collar or trying to lift his heavy body off the floor. And Riley had nothing to do with his words and simply chose you. You didn't even have to say anything. You sat on the edge of the bed watching the whole overly comical situation. You felt it wasn't worth it, better not to make your situation worse.

It was Riley's decision, not yours.

The calm, rhythmic loud breathing of the dog finally puts you to sleep after many long minutes.

For the first time in a long time you find yourself in the arms of Morpheus. You sleep through the night, not once waking up with fear.

The first peaceful night.

Day 733

When you wake up, the first thing that catches your attention, still drowsy, you notice that you are not shivering from the cold. Every morning since time immemorial has started the same way. Icy limbs and shivering body, you often even moved your jaw involuntarily because you were so freezing.

This time it's pleasantly warm. Strange. Lying motionless in the warm bedding, you try to assimilate the astounding new situation. A few more moments and you remember where you are. At Ghost's house. Well, yes. Not in some abandoned, cold building somewhere in an unknown place far from civilization.

As you leave the room you notice the absence of the dog's presence and the same shrill silence as at night. You can hear nothing, no signs of presence, busyness in the kitchen, footsteps, no one and nothing. After the morning toilet you head to the kitchen and a peculiar sight appears to your eyes. On the counter lies a piece of paper and a covered plate.

“I'm on patrol with Riley.

Don't do anything stupid.

I see you.”

You smile under your breath. Bluff. Surely there are no cameras in the apartment. Supposedly why would he mount them in the house, use up such precious electricity. Surely he wanted to trick you. He probably wanted to scare you so you wouldn't do anything stupid or relatively dangerous and start searching his house. Still, this stubborn man didn't trust you. That was obvious. 

Sitting down at the kitchen island, you look down at your plate. Another surprise. The meal looks decidedly better than what you've been eating for the past few months. You can afford to indulge in a little luxury and quickly take your plate and heat it up in the microwave. Moments later there is a familiar sound, long unheard.

Truth be told, as if someone had told you a few years ago that you would start crying because of hot running water or squealing because of hot tea or a heated meal, you would have laughed out loud, shaking your head in disbelief.

Overall, the last few years have changed you a lot. They have reshaped you. They have changed practically everything. And despite so many days of breaking down, wishing for death after being left alone. After tonight, you feel as if new life has been pushed into you. Once again.

Oh and if only the demeanor of this giant, cranky, uptight man had been a little different. But it seems you can't have it all at once. Riley and finally a little civilization should be enough for you.

It had to be enough.

After eating, you must conclude with a hint of jealousy that even under such difficult conditions the man prepared a really tasty meal.

Not caring about the threat of being watched, you decide to look around the house. At least get a little familiar with your new surroundings. There seems to be nothing better to do. The idea of going outside in search of Ghost and Riley crosses your mind, but you immediately drive those thoughts away. After checking the door and a few windows. Of course, everything is locked. There is no way out. You decide not to struggle with the locks. Not to do any damage, because surely when trying to open the locks something would get hurt. Either you or the locks, which anyway looked very solid and difficult to open with some ordinary wire. It is better not to risk another argument with a man. Getting acquainted with the place also seemed tempting. Considering that at first glance it was clear that the man was well prepared for months, years of living in post-apocalyptic conditions. In the kitchen, apart from a lot of tightly packed long-life food, nothing else could be found. Lots of cans, packages, cardboard boxes. On the lower shelves, water purification devices, spare field stoves. The pantry is also not surprising. Well, maybe it is, the amount of food would certainly be enough for a family or even several. Not just for one person.

Looking at one of the labels, you notice that they are not familiar to you. They are definitely not the kind of things you find in a store or other abandoned houses.  You can't deduce much from the description, the long expiration date, the ingredients, the preparation instructions. Calorie count. No company name, bar code or place of manufacture. Nothing.

The shelves are bowed by the number of evenly stacked items. Which seem specially prepared for the situation. Nothing like the packages usually found in abandoned houses or stores.

Walking around the house you notice that in no place on any wall or shelf is there a single photo. Not a single empty frame. A bright rectangular mark on the wall. Nothing. It's as if no one had lived here before, or perhaps Ghost had buried the remains of the former tenants. Not wanting to see unfamiliar faces that looked reproachfully at the new tenant every day.

There is another option that now comes to mind. One more possibility. Something that was not quite so obvious. However, seeing the large amounts of accumulated belongings and food. It could have been that before day zero, this was his home.

If you had been even a little brave you would have asked him all the questions that were bothering you. But his manner, his tone of voice, his whole persona were so intimidating that you preferred not to know anything. Not to upset him, not to expose yourself. Just like at school. Stand aside and pray that no one notices you and ridicules you once again.

If ignorance, lack of questions and compliance are to make you stay. You are able to agree to this.

Many doors in the house are also closed. You are left with only the rooms you were in yesterday. After looking through the contents of the bookcases in the pantry and going through some maps and documents in the small room where you were interviewed yesterday, you found nothing of interest.  Which would have kept you busy while you waited for Ghost and Riley to return. Despondent, you return to the living room.

With resignation you sit down on the couch, you didn't even know how long this patrol would last. At least until one o'clock in the afternoon plus the return home from the tower, so the time spent alone was going to amount to several more hours.

There were some books in the room. So you try to kill time by reading. However, after a few moments, the words merge into one incomprehensible chatter. You can't concentrate even for a few moments. There were a lot of questions, doubts and question marks in my head all the time. You had so many interesting questions, and yet you were afraid to ask the man. Maybe after all, the comfort and security of a tightly closed home made it impossible for the brain to relax while reading.

Silence accompanied you every day.

When you were alone, you always had a book with you, something that allowed you to escape into an imaginary world for a few hours, to be somewhere else. Now the silence, the warmth of this house, something so natural, made your body feel alert somehow. As if peace wasn't something natural and right. Somewhere subconsciously you are still afraid that something bad is lurking around the corner.

Time slowly passed, maybe I managed to fall asleep on the couch for a while. It's possible that only a few minutes have passed. In a tightly closed house, in silence that irritates the ears. You decide to do something. Repay the man in some way, show that you are not a useless obstacle that appeared in his life. That you can be useful and needed. A nice gesture towards him, showing that you are grateful for his hospitality.

Convince him to let you stay longer.

The simplest thing that comes to mind, and that you are sure of. Is to make food. A tasty, warm dinner. Looking at the contents of the pantry and shelves, you are sure that even with a little effort you will be able to prepare something. Not just reheat a can of food with a long shelf life.

Bringing the necessary ingredients to mind what comes to your mind is another thought. Since you're sitting here locked up by yourself anyway.

Making something warm and edible might have annoyed Ghost. Using his supplies without asking, taking his things. Something he had meticulously collected and organized. He probably had his supplies calculated every day. So your behavior, certainly was not something extremely wise.  But it was probably worth the risk.

You lost yourself, you got carried away. Maybe the feeling of independence or the longing for the old life in such an ordinary, trivial activity as preparing a meal made you feel more confident. So now, after a long time in the kitchen, when you have managed to turn on the stove and the food is cooking, you jump around the kitchen listening to music.

You always did this while cooking.

Knowing that there was electricity in the house and seeing the music player, you turned it on and, full of excitement, hearing the first sounds of music, you involuntarily started moving your body to the rhythm of the music.

2 years before Day Zero

You

Driving home with your parents in the car, you sit in the back seat and listen to your favorite music. You pay no attention to the loud conversation and laughter of your parents, who sat in the front.

Looking out the window, you look at the crowded streets, the approaching holiday and weekend cause a lot of traffic. Although the weather does not encourage anyone to leave the house, many people unfortunately find themselves in a similar situation to you.

As you enter the road leading to your home, the rain intensifies. In fact, these are already suburbs and the road mainly leads to quiet neighborhoods of single-family houses.

The sudden braking of the vehicle and the rotation of the car around its axis causes you to shift inertly in your seat despite the fastened seat belt.

“What's going on?”

Removing one earpiece, you glance at your parents and look through the windshield.

Your attention is caught by one thing. A small dog is standing in the pouring rain. In the middle of the intersection stands a small, defenseless animal.

Thinking little, you unbuckle your seat belt and run out into the street and only then, you see the horrifying scene on the street.

The soaked dog is shaking in your arms.

“That ... could've been us.”

You hear your mother's terrified voice behind you. Now that you're back home, your parents anxiously describe the whole event to your sister.

“That truck should have driven into us. If you hadn't ... if Dad hadn't braked and swerved. That truck would have crushed us, because it suddenly drove into our lane.”

Wiping the dog you try not to listen to the concerned voices of your parents. There is no point in dwelling on this terrible situation. By some miracle you managed to avoid a collision with a multi-ton vehicle. And happily you were now all together at home.

“I wanted to avoid dog, the puppy suddenly appeared on the road”

Your dad tries to explain his sudden behavior on the road.

“Fucking miracle.”

Your mom looks at you and the dog, smiling gently.

Day 733

Your memories are violently interrupted by a sudden quiet. The music cuts off. Once again there is a piercing silence.

You quickly turn toward the room and notice that you are no longer alone.

Riley is standing on 4 paws merrily wagging his tail with his mouth wide open and tongue extended. Unfortunately, he can't approach you because he’s held on a leash in a strong grip. Yeah, right. You lift your gaze to see the tightly clenched hands on the leash and, despite the masked face, you immediately know that the man is clearly not happy.

“Tomorrow you'll be without electricity, because you don't know how to behave.” 

He says.

The broken silence lasts only a moment. Ghost stares at you for a few more seconds, then he and dog walk off into the dark corridor.

You hear him take something from a shelf in the pantry, and then the door at the end of the hall closes with a loud slam.

This is definitely not how you planned to convince him. This is not how it was supposed to be...

3 years before Day Zero

Ghost

Ghost entered the briefing room, as usual, a few minutes before the scheduled meeting. In the back row, he spotted his two team members, Sergeants Soap and Gaz. The men were gesticulating happily, showing each other something on their phone screens. Without even noticing it, the lieutenant took a vacant chair and sat down next to them.

The man wondered where the sudden call for this urgent meeting had come from. The mission they had been working on for months was progressing gradually, but so far successfully. They had a few more weeks to make another trip to gather more intel.  There was no indication of a sudden change of plans.

It had to be something else.

Ghost looked around the small room. To his surprise, all the members of the other task forces and other high-ranking soldiers were here.

There was definitely something going on.

When Captain Price entered the room, followed by Kate Laswell, the lieutenant greeted his superiors with a slight nod.

Ghost felt like he was in some freaking action movie, or even more of a sci-fi movie. Everything that was said during the briefing seemed irrational and untrue.

When finally the four men of Task Force 141 and Kate were seated in the captain's office each looked at the one another, as if each individual wanted to reassure themselves that what had taken place just a few minutes ago had really happened. That these words are not the product of their overtired heads, destroyed by constant stress and adrenaline.

Finally, the captain speaks up, interrupting this exchange of glances.

“So, Kate. What should we do now? After all, we can't pretend that what was said a moment ago never happened. How do we get back to our duties.... How are we to look our loved ones in the face and pretend that something so strange is not waiting for us?”

“I don't know John, unfortunately I know as much as you do. Everything is happening above me, at much higher levels. We just, we just have to prepare as best we can. To try... hell I don't know, for the first time in my life I'm not sure how to act.”

The woman hides her face in her hands without saying anything more.

“So what, we're supposed to keep going about our work, just like that? and at the same time get ready for the apocalypse?”

Kyle nervously walked around the room gesturing.

The exchange of nervous and raised voices continued, and Ghost was the only one who did not speak up. He felt overwhelmed by all this information. Everything seemed to be happening outside of him. Somewhere beside him. He wished it didn't involve him.

“ And you LT, what do you think?”

Finally, the question asked by Soap, draws the attention of the others to the masked man and the voice in the room falls silent.

“We are soldiers and we have to follow orders. And from what the general has relayed. We are to keep working while preparing safe houses for the eventuality of an attack. Each of us has assigned activities. If we want to protect ourselves and our relatives let's just stick to the assigned plan. We are in this together after all.  So let's just follow it. If Day Zero is to come, we must be as prepared as possible. ”

Day 733

Standing at the office door with steaming food on your plate and you momentarily hesitate to do something. Each single interaction with this man causes a strange pressure of nervousness in your stomach.

Every action he takes is unpredictable to you. Every reaction from him makes you doubt whether you will ever be able to establish any kind of a bond with him.

Finally, you end this internal struggle and knock on the door of the room. You wait a moment for any reaction, a sign of life, but nothing of the sort occurs. You put the plate by the door and hastily leave, hoping that the man will at least open the door and take the plate. He'll eat and maybe appreciate the meal you prepared.

“Let's talk.”

When you hear that low voice a few dozen minutes later, you flinch slightly on the couch. You put the book down and look at the man who is standing in the doorway leading to the kitchen.

“Okay.”

As he walks closer you involuntarily contract your legs on the couch, embracing them with your arms and nervously squeezing the blanket with which you are covered.

“We need to set some rules. I don't want the situation from today to happen again.”

Ghost sits down at the end of the couch without taking his eyes off you. He places a half-empty bottle of alcohol on the coffee table.

“You are extremely irresponsible. Do you know what could have happened if they had heard you? Do you know how that damn music could have been heard?”

Despite the words he speaks, the tone is monotone, and extremely calm.

“I didn't think...”

You say quietly hugging your legs tighter

“Of course you didn't think.”

With a snort, the man takes the bottle and, without offering you, takes a big sip. He does it in a rather efficient way because you don't even notice when the moment he exposes part of his face to easily take a sip of alcohol without dirtying his balaclava.

“Or maybe this is your way of letting your comrades know where you are, kid?”

“Oh god, seriously, you still don't believe me? I don't have the energy and already have no idea how I can convince you that I came alone.”

You nervously squeeze the material of the blanket while looking through your eyelashes at the figure sitting across from you.

“It's hard to believe that someone like that. Just like you. Was so lucky and had survived unharmed for so long.”

You don't answer him.

You are not ready to recount all the events that took place during those lonely months. Although you want him to trust you, you also partly understand his distrust. It is too soon for you to trust him. You don't really know anything about each other. And his behavior, what you saw in his house. Practically the whole house - a fortress, causes more question marks, more doubts.

“Are you a soldier?”

By asking this question, you hope to find out more and, perhaps, get some answers to nagging questions. You will somehow manage to get closer. You have to start somewhere. Do not persist in this exchange of thoughts about how you got here. Because it doesn't lead to anything.

“I was.”

“Because... because I see that you are well prepared. These supplies. The electricity. That tower.”

The man looks at the bottle he is squeezing in his hands

“Yes. This house was prepared for such a possibility. It is easy to survive here for many more years.”

Slightly you relax and decide to ask another question

“Since you are, you were a military guy. It's true what was said at the time, all those rumors. That you knew much in advance about what was going to happen?”

The man takes another large sip of liquor and gets up from the couch without looking at you.

“The interrogation is over.”

As he walks away, you repeat the words he said in his office last night

“'Interrogation? Ghost. We're just, we're chatting.”

The man stops halfway and, gently nodding, replies somewhere in space.

“Smart ass.”

and you could swear you could hear a hint of amusement in his voice.

Day 734-6

The next few days pass just like the previous ones. When you get up the house is already empty despite your best efforts you don't wake up before Ghost and Riley leave on patrol. Without an alarm clock this is a very difficult task. Especially since even though the room is claustrophobic and not too cozy, it is quiet and safe. They cause that every night when you put your head to the pillow you momentarily fall asleep and sleep all night.

Many months of stress and little sleep cause your body to finally give up, and your tired organism finally rests. It allows itself a well-deserved rest.

Everything is a routine. Every day is identical. And that's not the worst part. The worst thing is the fact that every day the man does not even say a single word in your direction. Returning, he locks himself in the office with a bottle while you knock, puts a plate with a meal in front of the door and leaves.

Even in the evening he doesn't come to talk to you. He treats you like air.

And, it's worse than when you were alone.

Finally, the next day when the situation repeats itself. Every action from the previous days is done by a man, as in a fucking routine.

Something finally breaks inside you. This is not why you try, you submit. You do not ask further questions or even question his decision that he keeps you locked up in this house.

However, this quiet and silence on his part, towards you, is something you can't stand.

When you knock once again and this time you don't put a plate in front of the door. You walk away a few steps and stand at the bathroom door waiting for Ghost to open the door to take the plate. And which should, as every day, be on the floor.

After a few minutes you hear the sound of the lock being twisted and the door slowly opens. The man, clearly confused, looks around the hallway.

“I thought maybe we could finally eat together.”

Saying this you turn around and head towards the kitchen.

Hearing quiet footsteps behind, you smile softly with satisfaction.

Dinner goes on in silence, Riley lies under the table near your legs quietly gasping. When he returns with Ghost from each patrol, the dog is visibly tired but definitely satisfied as well.

The man doesn't take his eyes off the plate. Now that you are sitting across from each other you can finally notice a scrap of his face.

The mask is folded up and reveals the lower part of his face. Several days of light beard cover a square jaw and, clearly, a strongly defined jawline, his mouth is wide even, his lower and upper lips are the same width. The lips are even and quite prominent. Despite the mask, you can only see a portion of his face, and despite the scars, you get the impression that there is quite a handsome man hiding under that dark material. Since he has a light beard, you wonder if his hair is light blond or maybe he is a brunette.

“Thanks for the meal.”

You are pulled from your thoughts by the man's low murmur.

“Sure no problem. I make a note of everything I've used up and try to take food with a short shelf life. And those that can spoil quickly.”

Ghost stands up and nods.

“Can I finally go on patrol with you? I'm bored here”.

“Sure, but not tomorrow. The day after tomorrow.”

To your surprise, the man returns from the room after a few moments with a thick and hardcover book. Beside the book, he puts down a bottle and brings two glasses from the kitchen.

He pours the clear liquid and moves one of the glasses toward you, and sits down again, at the table.

Taking a sip, you try not to choke and cough loudly.

You've never been a fan of strong and sharp alcohol. After taking a few more sips, clearing your throat, you finally get up the courage.

“I thought you preferred to spend your evenings alone.”

Saying this, you slide back in your chair to be closer to the man and have a better view of what is written on the paper and in the book open on the table.

“I thought you preferred to be left alone”.

He replies briefly, writing something down on a piece of paper and then reaches for the watch on his wrist.

Another throat-scorching sip of the drink.

“What are you doing?”

You curiously lean over to see better what the man is doing, tilting your head in his direction

“I'm setting the alarm, for the hour when the sunrise and sunset will be tomorrow.”

The man raises his eyes and looks at you. In this light, in the dim room, his eyes appear very dark. Contrasted by his light, long eyelashes, his irises are practically black.

Ghost moves closer to your face, the thick and rough material of his balaclava gently teasing the delicate and sensitive surface of your earlobe. Although his mouth is covered you feel the gentle whiff of his breath on the thin skin of your neck.

“You see. All you have to do is just, ask.”

After these words, Ghost gets up and leaves you alone in the room.

Day 737

Despite the fact that for most of the evening you recreate what Ghost did at the table, sleep comes quickly. Maybe it's the alcohol you drank, or maybe it's just tiredness.

However, just after waking up you still can't forget what happened in the evening.

Only tomorrow is the day that the man promised you that you would go on patrol with him. So now you have to get busy with something. Not only that, you want to prepare as best you can, but you need to occupy your thoughts with something and at least kill the slow-going time a little.

You look through the things prepared by the man for you, study the map you looked at the first day, read. Or you simply look out the window to at least get a little acquainted with the landscape of the neighborhood.

When it is finally time to prepare the meal to your surprise you find cd players and headphones on the kitchen counter.

Perhaps the man has heard you humming quietly to yourself every evening while cleaning the kitchen after eating. Since that fateful day, you haven't dared to put any more music on loudly through the speakers.

After cooking a meal, you remember to try on the shoes that Ghost had already prepared for you on the first day. Your old sneakers were not suitable for any use.

Walking down the corridor with headphones on, you pass another locked door. Finally reaching for your shoes, you put the cd player down on one of the trays in the hallway. And through your own carelessness you knock down an object standing on it. The heavy flashlight falls to the floor with a big noise. You hastily bend down to pick it up and check that you haven't broken it.

When to your satisfaction after pressing the button the flashlight shines with a strong light. Suddenly you hear a sound from somewhere far inside the apartment.

A tapping sound.

A steady one.

Rhythmic.

Pounding as if on metal pipes.  Into the audible surface.

The sound spreads through the house.

A quick

A long

And over and over again.

You slowly turn around and head for the nearest door.

These look slightly different from the others. They are more massive, wider and have more locks. You put your ear to the cold steel door.

Bang.Bang.Bang.

Silence.

Bang.Bang.Bang.

Pause.

With a shaking hand you lift to the handle. However, when you pull on it nothing happens.

The sound doesn't stop, the door doesn't open.

When it finally occurs to you what the sound means from the other side of the hallway you hear a dog barking and the sound of the lock opening.

Ghost is back.

And there is someone in the basement calling for help.

SOS.

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