#long hummer

[hummerhire]

[red-hemlock]

|| Theme Songs for Your Muse. ||

Standard Theme: Psyche (Flash Treatment) - Massive Attack

Battle Theme: She Moves Like a Knife - Perturbator

Boss Battle Theme: Sleepless Fever - Sea Oleena

Emotion Theme: Torn in Two Directions - Waterstrider

Bonus Singing Voice: Dh’èirich mi moch madainn cheòthar (I arose early on a misty morning) - Julie Fowlis

Bonus Lyric Theme: Bleed for Me - Digital Daggers

You won't taste the poison Hidden in my kiss You won't face the darkness So I'll just walk right in You can't outrun the wicked I'll keep you standing still You refuse to be the hunted But I'm out for the kill So I creep To watch you bleed for me So I creep To watch you bleed for me Bleed for me Won't you bleed for me On your knees for me Won't you bleed for me Bleed for me Won't you bleed for me On your knees for me Won't you bleed for me

Tagged by: (I actually forgot who I stole this from whoops. Dx;;;;) Tagging: @corvidamned, @frostise, @cxpperhead, @bluefeathrs, @sanguine-salvation, @question-marked, @cxpedcrusxder, @ghosts-of-gotham (For Nora!), @mute-call, @the-rorschach-mask, @king-crane, @behindslaughter, @ofwealthandtaste, @twcfaces, @ofdeomnes

[scyllas-revenge]

for the word excerpt ask game- run?

Thanks so much for the ask!!

The car horn was ridiculously loud, and I found myself instantly thankful I’d never run into a Hummer driver with road rage back home.

[wingedjewels]

The Pink Cafe by Naser Mojtahed Via Flickr: Long-Tailed Sylph hummingbird Captured in Ecuador

[casinocarpediem]

▪︎■☆ молоко 🥛 ☆■▪︎

(Translation: Milk)

Part 1, Part 2

☆ 🔞!!NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!🔞

☆ amab! Switch! Francis Mosses / gn! Switch! Reader

☆ Reader can have either amab genitalia or a strap

☆ soft sex

☆ implied Russian speaking Francis

☆ short

☆ a little bit of a twist in the end

☆ author has played Not My Neighbor

°○☆nsfw under the cut☆○°

Francis was usually a laid back person who had a hard time showing any physical reactions to his feelings (not out of being stoic, usually he's just a little too tired to smile when he's happy or scream when he's scared). He wasn't one to smile all the time, but he showed his affection through other means. Like walking behind your back and kissing the nape of your neck and whispering "Золотце" (darling) behind your ear.

Or offering you some of his milk from work that his job wasn't able to sell so that you both could make something together or eat cereal together. There are a lot of doppelgangers everyday, everywhere, so he really cares about you. Even when he's usually too tired to express it with his face, he'll do so with his actions.

D.D.D. Is a pretty strict, so you and him made it an effort to always do everything required. If he forgot his hat at home he'd have a spare at work. You'd both work on your entry requests and always keep your ID's with you and to try to make an effort to always add your names on the list. Even if there would be an emergency at work. Just some extra measures to ease his anxiousness. And yours.

Other than that, being with him is always sweet. Like a warm mug of milk on a cold day. Steaming and keeping you warm.

Not to mentioned the sex with him. God. There's something about him and sex that makes you glad he's yours and yours alone.

His fingers are long. Not that thick, but he knew how to use them. Keenly observing your reactions within each prod as his digits brushed against a bundle of nerves that has you clutching his neck tight and holding him closer to you as he whispers "Куколка (dolly)... mmm... look at you"

He's not as verbal but he certainly has a smile on his face when he pleasures you and gives you what you want. Stroking and rubbing st your junk, it's wet. Thanks to him latching his mouth on the organ so that you could cum a couple times beforehand. He just wants to make you happy not gonna lie.

Oh, but sometimes he'll end up being a little too tired from work and not have the stamina to move at all. Not to worry! He'll be your pillow princess for the night. He loves those nights. You'll kiss his forehead softly whilst you thrust inside of him. A slow, passionate pace. You're slowly rearranging his guts while he holds the sheets so tight you'll fear they might rip in the morning.

He's a hummer. He'll hum and murmur stupid when he's fucking you. Or when you're fucking him. Phrases like "mmm... oh... З-Золотце... mmmmnnn..."

He can't help it! Even if he tried. He got shy about it actually but when you do engaged in sex more he felt like comfortable doing it. Honestly it's adorable.

Especially when he's giving oral. He's humming and drunk on the taste of you and he's always humming and moaning softly as you use him, and it feels so good. The added stimulation is so goddamn heavenly. And he's always good. He'd never tease and he never uses his teeth. He doesn't mind though if you do it. He's flexible with your desires. As long as if it isn't extreme or legitimately disgusting.

You love him so much and he loves you too and the entire building definitely knows.

...

So when he comes home with an odd demeanor. As if he's forgotten everything you two shared previously, as if hes a totally different person, you'll only have yourself to save before it's too late.

.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unorthodox 1

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you bring order to the disordered life of Captain Syverson.

Characters: Captain Syverson, this reader is known as Izzie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

The rumble keeps you awake. A storm but not the type in the sky. You yawn and lean against the hummer door, jostling with the wheels as the roaring snores fill the compartment. Pierson drives and sends dark looks in the rear view, equally as disturbed by the burly man snorting and snuffing beside you. Neither of you dare disturb him. You’re not that dumb. 

The man is intimidating even in slumber. You pull on the seat belt and adjust your posture. The hours spent in the back seat have you stiff and restless. You envy Syverson. He can sleep through anything. You really believe that. If it wasn't for you, he'd oversleep the alarm in his phone every time. 

You yawn as you sense Pierson's attitude shift. You're almost there. He nods at you in the mirror and you sigh. You reach to grab the thermos that will be lukewarm at best by now. Still, you have to appease the bear. 

You reach to squeeze Sy's shoulder. He snorts and sucks in a deep breath. You try to shake him, an impossible task for most. You brush your fingers down his sleep and poke his muscle. 

"Syverson," you say tersely, "time to wake up." 

He slumps away from you and snores even louder. You roll your eyes. He's stubborn even when he's asleep. You pull your hand back and snap your knuckles against his arm. 

"Sy! Up." 

Still he is unaffected. You undo your seat belt and move closer. You uncap the thermos and reach around him, hovering it under his nose. He quiets and sniffs, grumbling. He moves stuntedly to wrap his hand around yours and slide the metal cup free. He sits up and purrs over the brim.  

"Coffee," he growls and gulps deep. 

"About there," Pierson states. 

Sy hums flatly and finishes the coffee in another swig. He hands back the empty cup and you shimmy back to other end of the seat. You cap the thermos and put it back in the plastic holder. 

"Remind me," he flicks two fingers at you. 

You stir around and bring out your tablet, sliding back the protective cover. You tap and bring up the contract, flicking through the maps as you go over the numbers. Units in the east, with another party coming from the north. Estimates are about sixty men total, fifteen vehicles, and ammunition to match. 

"They're tryin' to short us," Sy insists. "I can sell half as many for double." 

"Yes, you can," you agree, "but you also need to network." 

He chortles, "this isn't a boardroom, Izzie." 

"Don't I know it," you utter. You miss those days sometimes. Sand and sun make you long for climate control and complimentary coffee. "Money is money, I get it, but this is a big one. Could open a lot of doors. Make it so you can demand your worth." 

"Mm, so wise," he praises in his grizzly way, "kit." 

You fold up the tablet cover and once more search around the pack. You take out the toiletry pouch and hand it over. He finds the mini toothbrush and uses a gulp of the bottled water to wash up, spitting out the window. As he checks his watch, you reach over with a tissue to wipe a spot of paste from his beard. 

"Thanks, Iz." 

You go about cleaning up yourself. Worse than the cold caffeine and sleepless night, its the lack of hygiene that gets to you most. You use a face wipe on your skin and ball it up. The money is convincing and as much as you might long for the old ways, those office walls drove you mad. 

"I need a fuckin' drink," Sy grumbles as he rubs his eyes. 

"Tell me about it," you scoff. 

"Huh? You never do." 

"Not with you," you counter. "Don't drink on the clock." 

"Mm, so you do partake?" 

"None of your business." 

"Ah, come on, Iz, you can't dangle the bait in front of me like that." 

"You got your vest on?" You ask. 

"Always. Don't change the subject." 

"Not much else to say about it," you zip up the pack and sit back, watching through the windshield, a cage between the front and backseats.  

Sy straps on his fingerless gloves and furls and unfurls his fists. He's getting impatient. He always gets a bit uppity before a meeting. Especially with money on the line. You don't doubt him for a minute. He handles numbers as well as he does a gun. 

"Let's say I get them to tack on another fifty," he says, "will you drink to that?" 

You look at him from the corner of your eye, "depends." 

"Depends on what?" He challenges. 

"No Titos." 

He's quiet as he drags his boot tread on the floor. Even in such a large vehicle, he's cramped. 

"How'd you know?" 

"Someone has to keep your pantry stocked," you tut. 

He chuckles, "s'pose." 

You tidy yourself as best as you can and set your jaw. It took a lot to get used to the whole not smiling thing. You were never very keen on it but every job you had before required it. 

"You get this one, you get a lot more than money," you gird. "I know you will." 

"Ah, you trust me, Izzie." 

"Trust is a strong word. I know you'll handle it," you say as you stretch your legs, checking your own vest as you tighten the straps.  You sense him watching you. 

"Eh, I think I might let you take lead," he snorts, "you can be terrifying when ya want to." 

"Whatever," you shrug off the joke. Scary? You? 

What's scary is walking into a job interview with a brute sharpening a hunting knife as casually he might clean his nails. Scarier even is to say yes to the offer. Life does lead you to the most unexpected places. Still, you prefer it to the purgatory of predictability house in the white corporate walls of the past.  

[koiiiji]

windbreaker characters & their perverted, nasty habits pt.3 (last one)

author’s note ; okay now serious topic, empty blogs, pls update at least something in your blogs - age, some info like “here for fics/reblogs/etc/“ or at least some pfp, otherwise i will recognize you as bot blogs and will block you, thank u!

tw : sexual topics, somnophilia, darcryphillia, bondage, hard dom, power play, mastirbation (m! receiving)

incl. : sung kwon, juhwan, hyouma, ryohei, mahon (honorable mention of kazuma and sangho🤭)

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sung kwon - somnophilia

he likes when you stay at his place, especially when you wear his clothes and fall asleep during watching movies. you look so cute, snuggling into blankets and pillows, in weak warm lights of lamp near his bed and lights from tv. his shirt on you is pulled up, revealing a perfect view of your ass and tummy. as usual, you pulled one leg higher and stretched yourself on pillows. it always seems so sexy to sung, you are relaxed and calm in your sleep, bonus points if you open your mouth sweetly and your lips look even more attractive and welcoming. and sung being good boyfriend he is, don’t want to wake you up from your sleep, but that last scene from movie was too hot, and your position look too sexy and welcoming, he can easily extend his hand to your tummy and then directly in your panties, while rubbing his hips on your ass. and he always growl harder when he hears your sleepy moan. he likes to slowly pulling down your panties, trying not to wake you up, slowly rubbing your bare pussy with his big palm, then use only two fingers to find your clit, to make you even more wet, while his chest pressed against your spine, and his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder, listening to all your small, sleepy moans. sung likes to slowly pulling his dick in your wet crack and trying his best to be gentle and quiet, but gosh you squeezing him so tight and warm that he loses himself and end up waking you up with enormous thrusts and a low growls. another his favorite thing - wake you up with his tongue between your legs. sung is master of using his tongue especially when it comes to your pleasure.

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juhwan - nursing handjob

there was something about the way you sat on the side of the bed, squeezing his cock in your hand while he payed extra attention to your boobs, sucking and squeezing them desperately. juhwan doesn’t care about your boobs size, they can be big, small, different forms, he doesn’t care, as long as he can suck them, while looking up at you, while you slowly jerk his dick off. bonus points would be practicing - if you tell him what a good boy he is, juhwan would moan more desperately and push his hips faster. as many warm words he hears as closer he is to cum.

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hyouma - power play/dacryphillia

everything is simple - he is huge and he knows it. and he knows you enjoy it. the fact is that he actually enjoy tower over you, making you feel smaller and weaker, it boosts his ego. when you have sex hyouma almost never have a mercy for you, until you say safe word. of course he spent some time to properly prepare you, but as soon as your first orgasm from his tongue and fingers hits you, be prepared to be hummered into the mattress with monstrous power. but hyouma have his moods sometimes, so he can make you stand up and fuck you from behind, holding your hands behind your back, while he can see your sweet, tear-stained -from overstimulation- face in the mirror and feel how your legs start to tremble with each strong thrust. if you start whimpering that your legs are shaking too much and you can't stand anymore, he will hold your body by wrapping one arm around your waist and putting the other onto your shoulder, forcing you to slam on his dick harder. or in this position he may let go of your hands to grab your hips so hard, that there will be traces of his fingers on your smooth, soft skin. or if you in bed in missionary position and he push your knees almost to your head. hyouma enjoy to lean on you with all his weight, making you feel how helpless you really are in this situation. he can’t explain it, he just feels feral during the sex and sometimes get lost in his pleasure, but the second you say safe word he will stop.

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ryohei - bondage

he enjoy control, and it spreads to your bedroom as well, same to his fetishes. he also capable to find and admire beauty in everything, and he find red ropes over your body really beautiful. the way how it squishes your body in places, how it provides all control over you to him, and how ropes leaves red and pink traces on your body. he likes to set intimate atmosphere in your bedroom with warm, dim lights, maybe some overpriced wine - just to set some mood. honestly, i think he enjoys the process of putting ropes over you more then actual sex, the idea that you trust him so much to let him tie you up during such emotional moment as sex is fascinates him. ryohei is service dom, so ropes maybe a little bit too tight, but all your other wishes is a command to him - he controls you physically now, but you have his mind, heart and soul, and the moment of sex he considers as an equal action - you both sacrifice something, give something to each other to receive something in return. for ryohei sex is a very sensual and emotional state, so he will do everything for his partner, and will expect the same return in return.

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mahon jo - cuckold

seriously, you can’t say that he wouldn’t enjoy seeing you fucked by kazuma or sangho in gym during one of their trainings. and if in case with kazuma it would be more like a threesome, caring, sensual and sweet, as kazuma accept that mahon was a sun who shine, and three of you shared romantic feelings towards each other, and you would be first ones with whom mahon learned that he actually enjoyed watching as his lover being fucked by someone else. as i said all three of you would be emotionally close to each other and during sex it would stay the same - kazuma is really sensual and passionate lover, so he would give the whole show to mahon by slowly undressing you, kissing you passionately, touching you in all right places, while making you look into mahon eyes and price both you and mahon. with sangho its whole different story. it would be more like sangho would fuck you from behind, making mahon look at two of you, not letting him touch you, or comfort you while he hummering his hard dick into your plushy pussy. mahon was fully aware that sangho was jealous over the fact he was better in cycling, but he hadn’t even thought about that sangho was jealous about you, such a sweet girlfriend mahon had, always coming on their competitions to cheer mahon’s team up. and mahon would lie if he would say that he don’t like sight of you under his teammate bending over some exercise equipment with your skirt up.

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juhwan part was kinda short😭😭

and i tried to make ryohei all romantic and passionate during the sex.

ed. writing it half asleep so don’t hesitate to point on mistakes💗🎀🩰🫧

[catboybiologist]

Alright. We need to talk about screenshotting my posts and putting them on other sites.

tl;dr: feel free to screenshot and spread my posts, but if you do so or see someone else doing so, please let me know. Either tag me (same username on youtube and reddit) or send me a link here.

Reasoning/why I'm saying this now under the cut.

Recently, I've noticed increase in the number of my posts that have made it to the subreddit r/curatedtumblr. This subreddit is a bit of a gateway to tiktok, youtube, and any other site that reposts tumblr screenshots - usually, AI video voiceover videos use the exact screenshots that were posted to reddit first, so usually r/curatedtumblr is the first "leak" of a post having reach outside of tumblr itself.

Now.

Most of the time, I don't have a problem with this. I even like it when random stuff I say has a reach beyond my usual community, and maybe even has a chance to resonate with someone that wouldn't have seen it otherwise. I don't know which one of my posts are going to resonate with other communities and other people, so I also don't want the only way for a an idea of mine to make it to another platform to be me manually posting that idea there myself. curatedtumblr has a blacklist of blogs who do not want to be post to that subreddit, but for this reason, I don't necessarily want to add myself to this blacklist. And of course, most of the time what gets reposted is a random shitpost, so its not a big deal.

However. Occasionally, a post of mine that is political, or has a deeper discussion associated with it, or something along those lines, is reposted elsewhere. And well, things can get very weird. Discussion can go in directions that I can't control, context can be added or removed that completely alters my point, and I can start to attract hate from people without even knowing it. And when this happens, it tends to spill back to me. When my posts make it to other platforms, its pretty normal to get a slight uptick in hate, or even just people finding that post and adding their own misinterpretation or discussion that happened 100% without me knowing. Being looped into the conversation, or even being able to see what kind of

A frustrating, but ultimately harmless example, is the "peak androgyny gandalf big naturals" post. I added context to that to clarify the way I was making fun of societal standards of androgyny as a whole, when the post instead seemed to be interpreted as the "correct" way to be nonbinary, which was not my intention at all.

I found the post on reddit, posted my own screenshots with the context I added, and was able to participate in the conversation, which helped a lot! But, the original, contextless post was up long enough that it pretty much solidified that misinterpretation as the main way people read that post.

I considered posting something like this then, but again, its ultimately harmless. I would've liked to participate in the reddit discussion earlier, but no biggie. So I didn't mention anything then.

Today, I opened reddit and saw this:

That title is not mine. It was added by the person who posted it to curatedtumblr. I've since had a respectful conversation with u/Hummerous, and they agreed to take the post down. 0 hate to them, again, they were respectful, and I'm screenshotting their username with permission.

This reads as a call for violence. Specifically, it reads as a call for violence that I am saying, and was attributed to me without my knowledge or consent.

This was not the intention of the original post. I was specifically referring to social ostricization, deplatforming, and anger responses, which are the forms of "silencing" that conservatives typically complain about.

Look. Responsible left wing gun ownership is something I support. Calls to extreme action are sometimes warranted. However, I am not qualified to comment on these, encourage them, or communicate about them. Communication of a specific topic is a skill. I do not possess that skill as it relates to guns or gun ownership. There are many, many other activists who do. Miscommunication can be dangerous. I want the most qualified and strongest voices to communicate properly. For this issue, that is not me.

This post isn't even about gun ownership, but suddenly, I'm forced to comment on it. If it seems like I'm pussyfooting around the topic, then yeah, I am- because this post is a little fucking scary on my end, and escalates rhetoric against me and others around me. Again, without my knowledge or consent.

I saw this post and was able to request it be taken down. But by that time, it already had 1.2k upvotes and god knows how many people who had seen it. If I were tagged earlier, I could've asked for that earlier, and I would be a little less jumpy right now.

So please. PLEASE. If you see a post of mine on another platform, please either ping me on that platform or send me a link to that post via tumblr DMs.

[cocomuffy]

Batfam Singing Headcanons?

Bruce Wayne definitely killed his voice with his Batman voice and while he used to be able to sing beautifully he can't anymore.

Jason's voice is more grizzly nowadays due to the smoke inhalation damage not really going away.

Nobody's ever heard Tim sing. They don't know if they want to.

Everybody's heard Stephanie sing. They know they don't want to.

Cass is a good hummer but not really a singer.

Dick Grayson loves singing, but only Dad Rock and only in the most obnoxious way he can. (Only thing that carries over from TTG is that man lives for "The Night Begins to Shine")

Alfred can do literally anything change my mind.

Damian finds singing shameful. He would never participate in such a thing.

xtra voice headcanons

Brucie Wayne has the most bipolar inflections you've ever seen. he's like "Hey Lucie-poo! How are the kids?! Are they swell?"

In turn, Batman has completely straight speech (minus volume changes)

When Dick spends too much time around the Titans (Going off of the weird way Star speaks in some iterations because I just love it for no reason), he accidentally starts saying "the" way too much.

(this apparently has never applied to jason, but that's just because nobody ever found the bodies...)

For a while Tim tried to do the "Jealous" by Eyedress voice where he dropped it and huffed and stuff but the second he tried it around Kon or Bart he started laughing and couldn't do it again.

I like to imagine that one of Damian's simple pleasures in life is that he can speak in a different accent or language when he hits his head.

Stephanie loves to mock the Brucie Wayne voice. it's cool.

Alfred has been so connected to Gotham for so long that he has to put on the British accent since he's heard the NJ one for so long. Nobody's ever caught him slipping (but that's just because nobody ever found the bodies..)

[hummerhire]

[bouquet-of-flow3rs]

!Pairings: Ot8!Poly!Straykids x Reader!

Genre: A/B/O dynamics, Established poly Relationship, Fluff.

Warnings: Suggestive themes but no smut, making out, shirtless Changbin, hickeys, bite marks, mating marks, Lino threatening people with a soup ladle. mentions of voyeurism(only watching others make out.), nicknames(baby, princess, pup.)[Let me know if I missed anything]

Synopsis: A day with the straykids pack

[A/n: This took me 8 hours to write and edit so I hope you all enjoy It as much as I did writing it, still learning to write things on here so please be kind!]

I wake up in the warm embrace of my alpha, his warm, strong arms delicately wrapped around my waist, I smiled up at him admiring his beauty I especially loved his naturally curly hair, Chan was still sleeping and we all know he usually struggles to sleep so I continued staring at his features as he sleeps. the slope of his nose, his thick lashes, and pink, pouty lips, his tousled curly brown hair which he didn’t like but everyone in our pack adores. He is perfect. I smile as he snuggles his head into the crook of my neck, his hair tickling my skin. He groans out shifting slightly and tightening his grip on me before it loosens and he opens one of his chocolate brown eyes at me, his face scrunching at the small streaks of light seeping in through our black-out curtains, “Hi princess,” he mumbles out smiling dopily at me, “how long have you been up?” he questions, I hummer out “not long.” I study him through my half-lidded eyes. His curls were sticking out in all different directions and he has dark bags under his puffy eyes that were glazed over with a sleepy look. It was still early in the morning, barely past seven AM, so I was still a bit sleepy. I sighed curling back into his embrace as he lightly chuckled at my actions, “You wanna sleep some more?” He asks, his voice low and raspy, “No,” I stretch up from our lying position, “I wanna surprise the others with breakfast.” I say getting up and slipping on my pair of pink, fluffy slippers that were gifted to me by Hyunjin on my birthday.

He groans out, attempting to stretch out and stop me “No~” he whines out “don’t leave me, you're so comfy.” He pouts voice heavy with his thick australian accent, he sits up on his elbow, his other arm stretched out to try and stop me.  I giggle at his cute antics and lean over to kiss the crown of his head. “I’m sorry Channie but I promised Lixie and Innie that I’d make them pancakes today.” I stated casually, pouting down at him from my standing position. He playfully glares at me “Omega~” he drawls out, I stiffen and turn back to look at him “hm?” I hummed out “did you need something more Channie?” I ask teasingly, already knowing what was about to happen. It was always routine that I would give him a kiss goodbye even if I was just walking out of a room we were both in. “I think you're forgetting something omega,” He smirks, “oh? And what is that alpha?” I question teasingly, “My kiss.” He raises his brow looking at me expectantly, I giggle before leaning down, pressing my lips against his pouty ones, his eyes close and he hums out, reaching a hand over to place on my waist and gives it a gentle squeeze. I hum into the kiss and place my hands on the back of his neck, my fingers playing with the ends of his curls. He attempts to deepen the kiss but I lean back and giggle at the look on his face, his lips are swollen and there's a bit of drool coming from the corner of his lips as he looks at me in a daze before his expression changes at the loss of our proximity and he pouts again, “why’d you stop?” He questions sadly, I can’t resist the look he's giving me so I lean back in and litter his face with butterfly kisses before placing one more delicate kiss to the tip of his nose, “Okay Channie, I’m sorry but I really need to go make breakfast for the others before they wake up.” I apologize to him, he nods his head sadly but says he understands, so I walk out of his bedroom. I usually rotate which room I sleep in so it's fair for everyone, and that way I get to cuddle with all of them but there are some days where there are exceptions like yesterday when Chan had come home late with tired eyes, me and the boys were waiting up for him all cuddled on the couch in a cozy pile, last night was supposed to be Felix and Jeongin’s night with me but when I saw the defeated look on Chan’s face I had to explain to them that I was going to sleep in Chan’s room tonight, they pouted but agreed that it was for the best so I promised to make them pancakes in the morning as an apology and that cheered them right up.

As I rounded the corner of the kitchen I was shocked to see Minho up and cooking already, “Min?” I blurted out, surprising him as he whips around spatula in hand looking as if he were ready to smack me with it, he sighs in relief seeing that it was just me, “pup?” he questions back, "What are you doing up?” He stares at me incredulously. “I told Lix and Innie that I’d make them pancakes since I didn’t sleep in their room last night,” I stated, still staring at him in confusion “But what are you doing up?” I threw his question back at him. “Oh,” he sighs, rubbing his hands over his face in exhaustion, “I was trying to surprise Chris with breakfast since he seemed so down yesterday.” He mumbles out in embarrassment, he usually wasn't very open about his feelings we all knew he loved us but he liked to pretend he didn't, I coo at him and walk closer placing my hands on his cheeks that are flushed with a light blush at his admission, I rest my forehead against his closing my eyes, I feels his breath on the tip of my nose and giggle at the ticklish feeling, “you’re such a good mate Minnie.” I breathe out, he sets his hands on my waist and sighs again before kissing the tip of my nose and releasing his grip me, “You’re such a tease [Y/n],” He rolls his eyes before turning back to whatever was cooking on the stove stirring it to make sure it didn’t overcook, “Is there anything I can help with Min?” I offer but he shoo’s me out of the kitchen and tells me to go wake the others, I pout at him and whine saying “It's too early to wake them yet,” “Besides I wanna spend time with you~” I whine out making my best puppy eyes at him, he groans out but takes my hand leading me back over to the counter, picking me up and setting me on the counter before trapping me between his arms and sliding himself between my legs leaning towards me, “you’re such a tease kitten.” He whispers out seductively, I gulp and flit my eyes down to look at his smirking lips, my shyness becoming apparent due to the flush on my cheeks, he studies my face before slowly leaning it brushing his soft, pink lips over mine

but as we were about to kiss we were interrupted by someone clearing their throat, Minho jumps away from me and we turn towards the hallway where Changbin another one of my alphas stood, his buff arms crossed over his pecs, he was shirtless with his gray sweats hanging so low on his waist you could see his V line, he was smirking with a tilt to his eyebrow, “am I interrupting something?” He muses staring at Minho and I’s flushed faces, I stared at Changbin with wide eyes, truthfully there is no real reason for me to be embarrassed I’ve done this with all of them and been caught and it doesn’t help that some of them enjoy watching me and the others make out, but that isn’t the point. Minho grumbled most likely cursing Changbin under his breath, He just chuckles at Minho before uncrossing his arms and walking over to Minho who had turned back to the stove aggressively cooking, Changbin Chuckles at his antics before wrapping his arms around Minho’s tiny waist and pressing a kiss to the back of his neck, Minho shudders at the feeling of Changbin’s plush lips on his skin and stops cooking for a moment before scolding the short alpha, Binnie shrugs before turning towards me and copying Minho’s previous actions of caging me between his thick, built arms that I loved to drool over, he smirks noticing where my gaze is before cupping my jaw with his hand and tilting my head up towards him as he softly presses his lips on mine tilting my head to the side and deepening the kiss, he swipes his moist, pink tongue over my bottom lip, I can feel the desperation seeping into our kiss, I grant him entrance as he deepens the kiss even more our tongues swirling together, I then slowly let his tongue explore my mouth, my hands reaching up and tangling my fingers into his knotted, burgundy hair, I can taste the freshness of his breath and a subtle hint of Seungmin, they were probably making out before he decided to get up, Minho clears his throat and me and Bin pull apart, a string of salive connecting our lips together before he turns to look at Minho with a glare for interrupting us. Minho stares at us with a raised eyebrow and a deadpan look, “so you two can suck faces,” he grumbled, “but I can’t even kiss our omega once?” He complains shaking his head in disbelief at the unfairness, and I giggle at his pouting face before he swats the ladle towards me and I yelp sliding back farther on the counter to get away from him, Changbin stares at us in amusement before gently taking Minho’s wrist in his big hand while his other hand grips onto Minho’s waist and turns him back to the stove “focus on the food Min or it might burn.” He muses, Minho just grunts but begrudgingly listens to him, “Okay, I guess I’ll go wake the other now,” I say amused at the sight of the alpha and beta's interactions, As I walk away from the two down the hallway I hear Changbin yelp and laugh to myself thinking about how Minho must’ve smacked Binnie with his threatening plastic ladle, giggling as I continue walking down the hallway not paying attention I end running into Chan’s broad chest stumbling back a bit from the initial impact, but he grabs my waist and pulls me closer to him smiling down at me his eyes crinkling as he does so, “where are you headed in such a rush pup?” he asks in amusement, and smile up at him, “Min's making  breakfast so I was headed to wake up the others!” I say happily, he coos at my cuteness patting my head, “You’re such a good girl, pup.” He squishes my cheeks forcing my lips to pucker before he pecks me, I giggle at him again before he sends me off further down the hall to wake the others. 

The first door I stop by is Minho and Jisung’s softly knocking on the door, when I receive no answer I assume he is still sleeping and I carefully open their door trying to make sure it doesn’t squeak, when it opens enough for me to slip in I slide through the crack, my slippers make louder footsteps than I wanted but I shrugged it off since I was here to wake him up anyways. I make my way towards his side of their bed and coo at his soft appearance, his squirrel like cheeks squished on his pillow as he cuddles it close to his body, Minho wasn’t a huge cuddler but Jisungie most definitely is, so Minho often had to force Jisung to snuggle a pillow instead of himself, but he looks so soft and squishy I almost wanted to squeeze his face and leave kiss marks all over it, and normally I would but he looked so peaceful so I decided to wake him up softly instead of with my cuteness aggression, I softly shook his shoulder and he lightly groans before forcing their black, plush comforter over his head and shifting away from me, Ji’s scent has always been so sweet especially for a beta, all of my mates smelled divine but Jisung’s was one of my favorites he smelled of fresh, blooming jasmine and vanilla sweet for a beta but amazing nonetheless, Chan’s scent was that of the ocean and mahogany, Minho our big bad beta had a spicy cinnamon smell, Binnie smell was musky and he naturally smells like mens cologne, Hyunjin’s was that of black cherries sweet like omegas are expected to smell like, and Felix another fellow omega smells like toasted coconut, while Seungmin our beta baby has a fresh linen smell, and last but not least is Jeongin our baby alpha who smells like strawberries and cream. I coo once more at Jisung before shaking him a bit harder “Come on Ji,” I whined a bit, “Min told me to wake everyone up and if I don’t he’ll come wake you up himself.” I threatened, this immediately catches his attention as he slowly sits up his long, fluffy, mop of dark,  brown hair sticking in all directions as he sleepily rubs at his eyes “G’morning,” he yawns out as he stretched, “Thanks for wakin’ me up.” he mumbles out, and my face flushes at his raspy, deep morning voice, “morning Ji,” I smiled at him, he sniffed the air smelling whatever it is that Min is making for breakfast and his stomach growls as he groans and slowly pulls his comforter and sheets off himself, wobbly standing up, I move my arms to try and stabilize him but he's fine after a few seconds he then leans down and kisses the crown of my head and walks towards the door, most likely to brush his teeth but not before smacking my bottom and making me flush in embarrassment as he laughed to himself and continues on his way out. 

Next, I walk across the hall to Seungmin and Binnie’s room, I once again do my best not to make their door squeak as I shuffle in, staring at Seungmin’s back as I enter deeper into their room, Seungmin was a pretty light sleeper so it shouldn’t be to hard to wake him up but I still wanted to ensure the beta doesn’t wake up in a startle, “Seungmin,” I whispered, “Seungie, it's time to wake up hun.” I lightly shake his shoulder, his eyes slowly flutter open and the corners of his lips tilt up into a lazy grin as he stares up at me, I decide I want to be a bit of a brat and slowly climb onto the bed straddling his hips, he continues to stare at me with that smirk of and his,  he stared up at me with his puppy-like eyes and gazes up at me from his lying position, his hands grasp onto my waist his thumbs stroking over my silk night set and over my hip bones, “Morning pup,” He lets out, and I giggle at his sleepy expression and at the nickname he calls me that I share between all the boys, “Morning Seungie.” I coo at him sliding my hands up and down his chest before I lean down and pepper his face in small kisses before reaching his lips and leaving a lasting kiss, After kissing him I attempt to sit up but he forces me back down crashing our lips together so I can feel all the passion behind it, but for the second time this morning I am interrupted by Changbin as he walks into his room, “Oh,” he says shocked at seeing me straddling Seungmin, “Hey pups.” He once again muses before walking over to Seungmin and me leaving a kiss on both of our foreheads before walking over to their closet and finding some of his gym clothes, Me and Seungmin both oogle him as he changes showing us his broad shoulders and muscular body.  My favorite part of his body has to be our mating bite marks that litter his back as well as the hickeys all over his neck and shoulders, while I was busy drooling over Changbin Seungmin was staring at me with adoration written all over his face, he quickly leans up pecking my cheek before, before slightly lifting me up and setting me off his lap so he can get up and stretch, after I've finished making heart eyes to my buff alpha I get off their bed and walk towards Changbin who is still shirtless, I slide my hands up his back over our marks and up to his broad shoulders and wrap my hands around them before pecking the back of his neck like he did to Minho earlier, he hums in satisfaction before speaking “you should probably go wake up the others before Min gets mad princess.” I swoon at the nickname but agree nonetheless and walk out of their room towards the last room which happens to be Hyunjin and Innie’s I knew Felix would also be in there since they decided to have a movie night last night, but based off of the moans I'm sure we all heard that wasn’t the only thing they did last night.

Opening their door I find that I am right and the 3 of them are cuddled up together, cooing at the adorable sight of Jeongin’s black hair, Felix’s blond mullet, and Hyunjins long black hair all peeking out from under their white comforter, I walk over to the trio and first shake Hyunjin awake but he groans out and ignores me, I chuckle at his stubbornness and start stroking and smoothing out his bed head, he hums at the feeling of my ringers raking through his hair and smiles, his plush lips a pretty shade of pinky-red looking very kissable, so that is exactly what I do I lean over his body and kiss his lips, at that his eyes shoot open and he moans into the kiss trying to deepen it, I let him for all of 2 seconds before pulling back and continuing to stroke his hair he sighs and sits up, “Min made breakfast.” I say softly to him and he mutters a small “hell yeah.” Under his breath in celebration. After he gets out of bed to go and brush his teeth and wash his face I slide into where he was lying down before and start threading my fingers through Felix’s hair, which with the amount of bleach he puts in should be dead but somehow it is miraculously still soft and silky, I chuckle in surprise at the feeling of his non-crunchy hair, I admire the freckles that paint his golden skin with  stars and start tracing them with my finger, his eyes start to twitch and he lets out a deep groan at the feeling of his face being tickled by my nails and I giggle at the cute,  scrunched up expression on his fairy like face, God he is such a pretty omega after enough of the tickling feeling his eyes flutter open but immediately scrunch up at the blurriness you get after just waking up, he rolls his body over to face me, wrapping his arms around my waist forcing me to lay down where Hyunjin used to be, I giggle as he snuggles his face into my chest and I pet his hair again, “Morning baby.” He rasps out, I swoon at the sound of his unusually deep voice, of course, his voice is deep but in the mornings it's especially deep, it is so incredibly attractive but I can’t get distracted because breakfast was probably done and there is a good chance of Min bursting through the door and threatening all of us to get up (affectionately of course), but nonetheless I needed to wake these two up no matter how badly I wanted to cuddle up to them,  “Morning Lixie,” I smile, “I need you and Innie to get up before Min yells at us for getting up for the breakfast he made.” I giggle at the thought knowing how Min has a soft spot for us 'pups’ so he probably wouldn’t but he'd still be grumpy, Felix just hums before snuggling in more he acts as if he wants to melt into me which I wouldn’t mind but I'm honestly hungry so I need to get these two up, “Lix,” I try and warn him but he only hums dismissively, “Lix, baby I’m serious I’m hungry~” I whine and he chuckles his voice deep and rich,

I guess we were making too much noise because Jeongin struck us with his pillow and grumbles something that sounds like a “shut up.” Which makes me and Felix cackle, he finally releases me so I try and crawl out of their bed but unfortunately, that's the time Innie chooses to sit up and sees me, instantly his face lights up, “noona!” He exclaims happily, “I didn’t realize it was you!” He laughs and pulls me back towards them by my ankles which makes me yelp, my reaction causes the two troublemakers to giggle and they make eye contact before nodding, I start to protest knowing what they are about to do but they ignore me and start to attack me with tickles, I start laughing very loudly and shouting for one of my other mates to come and save me, “Channie, Min,” I yell out, “anyone please save me!” I holler out to them hoping somebody will come and save me, I guess my pleas for help were heard because Chan comes to my rescue and saves me from my tormentors all while laughing at the scene happening in front of him. When we all finally make it to the dining room the breakfast Min made looks incredibly mouth-watering. Min had made a nice warm stew with a side of rice and banchan which we all laughed at and tease Channie for, making him blush and shush us.

After breakfast, we all split up to do our own things. Changbin heads off to the gym and later heads to the studio Chan and Jisung are headed to, Min goes off to his dance studio, and Hyunjin to his art studio leaving me, Lix, Seungmin, and Innie home alone. We 4 decided on watching some random YouTube videos in the nesting room but before we all settle in Felix and I go around all the rooms and steal items of clothing and even blankets that have our mates’ scents on them after we gathered all the materials we went back to the nest and started to rebuild it, normally we'd have Hyunjin help us since he is also an omega but since he went to his studio we couldn’t get his help which saddensLixie and I but we push through it to make a perfectly, pretty nest for the packmates we have here with us now.

 when we make it back into the room I chirp in surprise seeing our mates in our unfinished nest, at hearing my chirp they both whip their heads towards me and Lix, my face is one of betrayal even though I know it isn’t a big deal my omega is telling me that it most definitely is, I’m sure Felix has a reaction similar to mine as he pouted at the two of them being in the unfinished nest. Seungmin and Jeongin both scramble to get out of the unfinished nest messing up the border of it which makes both me and Lix more distressed, they both try to hurriedly fix it but that made me growl at them it wasn’t very threatening seeing as they just coo at me and tell me and Felix to rebuild our pretty nest for them. After it is finished me and Felix set them where we want them and then sat ourselves down between them, our order was Jeongin closest to the border near the door then me, and on my left were Felix and Seungmin next to him by the border.

When the others got home they tried calling out to their mates but received no reply so they went searching for them, they checked all the bedrooms but seeing nobody in there they started to panic a little, “Have any of you found them yet?” Chan hurriedly asks his pack mates who all shake their heads no, they finally decide to check the nest room, and when they open the door they all sighe in relief at seeing their pups there, Jeongin had fallen asleep along with Seungmin leaving Felix and [Y/N] awake with Frozen playing on the TV, Felix was sat behind [Y/n] as she sat in his lap watching intently at the movie on the TV where Elsa was singing ‘Let It go’, she was fussing a bit at what she thought was Felix pulling on her hair “Ssh relax, I’m just braiding your hair.” he says softly brushing his fingers through her hair in an attempt to detangle it. The 5 standing by the door all coo at their cute packmates and walk further into the room finally making the two omegas notice them, when they finally do they immediately sit up and stop what they are doing to get up as fast as they can to reach their packmates who had been gone all day, Felix runs towards Changbin first while [Y/n] jumps on Chan, they chose those 2 first because they were the closest to the nest,  the two omegas made sure to rub their scents glands against the 2 alphas so their scents would stick onto them after they scented those two, they rushed to Minho and Jisung and scented them just as good as they did the other 2 before them, last but not least was Hyunjin and the three omegas sag into each other happily chirping content at the skinship, the others admire their mates, and then Jeongin and Seungmin are awoken by the commotion but also immediately get up to greet the others after they've scented each other they go around delivering them kisses to everyone as a second welcome. “So what have our pups been doing all day, hm?” their pack leader asks, staring at his lovers in adoration, “Mm, well we mostly watched YouTube but when Seungie and Innie fell asleep me and Lixie put on Disney movies!” [Y/n] explains excitedly and Felix hums in agreement, while the others snicker in amusement at the 2 wholesome omegas.

After everyone gets ready for bed [Y/n] goes around trying to convince everyone to sleep in the nesting room, her pitch to them is “It's so comfy and Jinnie, Lixie, and I remade it perfectly for all of you,” she pouts up at all of them giving her best puppy eyes, after getting Hyunjin, and Felix to assist her in convincing them the alphas and betas finally give in and they all pile into the nesting room together, the three omegas arranged their mates to where they want them and make them sit in their places before finally settling into the nest themselves, the nest is huge with pillows covered in heavy blankets making up the border, Felix and [Y/n} have lots of influence on the others so the nest is made of mostly pastel soft colored blankets and of course Hyunjin agrees to his adorable mates no hesitation, along with the nest they have candles set around the room courtesy of Hyunjin because he believes they ‘set the mood’ and lastly Felix hung LED lights so they could have a pop of more color. They've all settled into the nest for bed, all of them cuddled together the soft atmosphere lulling them all to sleep.

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PART 2 Welcome to Eden

Old man Logan x reader

Warnings: AOB, age gap, mutant reader, angst, hurt/comfort, swearing Logan lives, mean logan at the start xD

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The hikes long, you’re panting and barely keeping your legs from collapsing till you hear them. Cars, the sound of engines and suddenly adrenaline running through your veins. You force the kids to run in front of you making sure all of them are there. You see the hummers beside you, shots firing making you break formation. You’re forcing Laura not to tear them apart while the other kids run. You curse Logan, curse him and the argument you had before leaving.

You stand outside the small cabin, leaning against the door way looking at the old alpha sitting in the bed. The kids decided to give him a make over which he wasn’t all too happy about, a permanent scowl on his face.

“We’re leaving in half an hour” you say glancing to your watch.

“Good for you” he grumbles out and you glare at him.

“Are you coming with us?” You ask stepping more into the small cabin. The alpha glares and you stop arms crossing across your chest.

“No” he says and your heart drops.

“Why the hell not?” You snap without meaning too.

“You couldn’t just leave me to die?” He growls and you get closer. He stands though, you’re about a meter away ready to tear him a new one if you could.

“Like hell I was!” You snap.

“I’m healer! I heal the injured you were injured” you say plainly his eyes not meeting yours. You’re trembling on the inside, inner omega wincing at yelling at her alpha, he’s not hers though.

“I was happy to die there” he grits out and you scoff.

“Well I wasn’t going to let that happen” you say.

“These kids need you, where we’re going they’ll have more advanced medicine to heal you” you say heart pounding in your chest.

“I don’t want to be healed” he grits out.

“Why the hell not?!” You snap getting closer. He growls at you, animalistic and you gulp down a whimper before it escapes.

“I’ve been alive long enough, I’ve seen too many people die” he says.

“Too bad, I have too” you know you shouldn’t fight with him, but you’re pissed, hands shaking heart pounding pissed.

“I’m not going” he says sitting back down running a hand through his greyed hair. He leaves no room for argument and you huff at him before you leave in a storm of feelings.

Damn him to hell, the lowest parts of hell actually. You keep up with the kids for the time being till a shot goes through your leg. You wince and trip, hands scraping on the forest floor. You groan waiting for your body to heal but there’s an electric shock through you. You jolt falling to the ground one of the men’s foots on your back. There’s a prick in your neck and your leg stops healing, the jolts go through you again. You feel pain flare in your thigh and groan. The kids are fighting back, you watch them but it’s not enough against whatever the hell they’ve got in those syringes. There’s a cry in the forest, a roar almost, the hair on your neck stands up and shudder runs through your body. Alpha.

Logan’s full charge, killing anyone who gets in his way, you see Laura joining him and smile a bit. The other kids join, the man holding you down leaving. You wince rolling onto your back and glancing at your bloodied leg. You try to get up and fail, you don’t get very far with crawling till there’s a butt of a gun connecting with your head and the world spins.

“ENOUGH!” you whimper loudly at the yell, whoever has you holding the barrel of a gun to your head. Logan’s standing there, blood on his body, a crazed look in his eyes. He looks to you, to the wound on your leg and snarls stepping forward.

“One more step and I’ll blow her brains out” the man says and you bite back a whimper. Logan’s steps falter a small groan leaving him as he bends over.

“Worn off hasn’t it? Little energy boost” the man holding you chuckles lightly as Logan staggers.

“Alpha” it leaves your lips before you can do anything.

“Oh- oh, that’s just tragic” the man laughs this time gun pressing harder into your head.

“You know omega mutants are practically unheard of” he adds as Logan falls to one knee, fist planted on the ground.

“They smell funky don’t they?” The man laughs pressing his nose to your hair and breathing deeply. You jolt away going to head butt him but failing.

“Like a drugged omega” he adds.

“Then again all you alpha mutants and beta mutants smell horrid too, fucked up evolution” he rambles on.

“You talk too much” Logan mumbles and you frown briefly at his smile before you hear a familiar cry. Laura jumps from behind you, slicing the guys head clean off. You’re dropped to the floor wincing at the pain flaring through your leg, glancing at the head now staring at you. Laura’s by your side trying to hold you up.

“Thank you” you say giving her smaller hand a squeeze. The alpha in front of you stumbles over, kneeling in front of you, hand hovering above your leg.

“They injected me with something I can’t heal” you say and he snarls. He’s panting harshly, the bullets in him not coming out as quick either. He rips some of his shirt, lifting your leg gently.

“This is gonna hurt” he mutters before he ties it tightly. You groan and feel tears in your eyes. Logan’s giving off a calming scent despite the blood and wounds on his body, you smile softly at it.

“Laura get the others, continue up the mountain” you order as she stares at you.

“Now!” You add firmer and she gives you a hug before she runs off.

“Fuck!” You yell once she’s gone, glaring at the head beside you.

“Bastard” you grumble.

“You ok?” You ask the old alpha putting your hands near the wounds on his chest. You jolt them back though when the bullets fall out.

“I’ll heal” he says and you nod smiling.

“You came” you say his eyes meeting yours finally and he nods.

“These kids need me” he says the tiniest of smiles on his lips.

“Come on” he says helping you up.

“No-“ you stutter gripping onto him as you stand on your good leg.

“Nice and easy ok?” Logan says softly by your ear and you huff out a breath.

“Ok” he mutters.

The journey takes longer than you wanted it too, the pain in your leg horrid and the blood loss catching up to your body. Logan’s practically carrying you by the time you’re even close to the boarder. The only thing keeping you awake is determination and his scent. You hear voices, rushed voices and see cars. You recognise some of the nurses from the facility, and other people you don’t know, mutants by their change of scent compared to the nurses. You smile feeling at peace that you made it finally, that the kids are safe.

“Don’t you dare close those eyes, Bub” you hear from the older alpha and groan quietly as your hoisted into a car and laid across the back seat. You feel like utter shit. Your heads lifted gently and then there’s a warm hard thigh under your head. You look to Logan who’s ordering the poor nurse around to help you, but you just smile. Laura peeps over from the front seat and you give her a small grin eyes droopy.

“Omega keep them open” it’s a command from your alpha, one you can’t obey as your eyes slide shut and your world goes black.

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[the-pit-of-fandoms]

Hidden in plain sight

Simon ‘ghost’ Riley x reader (Mc *main character*)

Summary: After a mission gone wrong, mc is captured and then it is revealed that ghost and mc had gotten married on a mission prior and have hidden it since. Now ghost will do anything to get her back.

Words: 8867

Warning: mentions of gunshots, blood, death, injury, hospitalization. Implied 18+ content.

The day was awful from the beginning. The air was too hot and the ac in the hummer was shot, so that put everyone in a great mood. Even with the blazing heat trapped in the car, ghost’s mask held its place on his face, his determination to keep his identity to himself. His eyes drift over to the warrant that was slumped low in her seat, sweat dripping down her temple and down to her clavicles peeking out of her protective vests and her dark shirts.

His eyes caught the silver chain that was sticking out of her shirts neck line, the metal just barely clinging to her dewy skin. Usually, the chain was for the dog tags worn by military personnel but he found himself smiling, knowing that there was more hanging on that silver gyves that only they knew about.

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3 years earlier

To say that they were beat up, was an understatement, every move they made was met with a groan or a sharp inhale. The mission was complete and that was all that mattered. Ghost and Mc would be able to lick their wounds as long as they wanted now that everything was done. All they had to do now was wait out the next five hours till their pick-up chopper arrived for them. For now, the cover from an old, abandoned farmhouse around the southern border of Berlin would have to do.

Climbing up on the wooden porch, Mc spotted a pair of worn rocking chairs, situated next to each other. She didn’t know about the owners of the home, but she could imagine an old couple spending the morning on their front porch watching the sun rise on the horizon.

Meanwhile, Ghost was focused on getting the front door open, after a loud knock with no answer or even a sound of movement, he thrusts his shoulder into the door making it pop off the handle. Taking a careful step inside, he diligently scanned for any signs of life. Every surface was cleared and cleaned. Spots across the house looked empty, some in cabinet shelves, some on bookcases, and side tables. It was safe to assume that the people who lived here were evacuated and they took, both monetary and sentimentally, valued things before they left.

“It's clear.” he called out to her as he ventured further into the house and into the back rooms to sweep it fully. Once cleared, he retreated back to the living room, where he found Mc setting an alarm on the frame of the door, making sure that it faced the front yard. Upon seeing Ghost approach, she got to her feet again and closed the broken door.

“Everything all good?” she asked.

“Yeah, they were evacuated with the city. We can lay low here for now.”

She nodded agreeing with the plan. Her eyes meet his shoulder where a long-ignored injury had occurred. His whole shoulder was soaked with his own blood, the only thing that was pressed to the wound was a discarded glove from earlier.

“Let's take care of your shoulder. I'm sure that glove is filthy.” she said stepping towards the bathroom and not looking back to see if he was following.

Ghost smiled at her sureness. There were only a handful of people who could ever tell him what to do and he didn’t care to admit that she was one of them. Somehow, she had gotten him to listen to her without question. So, he followed her to the bathroom, where she had found a first aid kit and a few other supplies. Gesturing towards the toilet seat she had him sit down on the top, while she began soaking her utensils in the hot water filling the sink. He began stripping off his layers until he was down to just his black tank top that laid against his skin.

She also began to peel off her own layers, making sure that she had enough mobility to make this as quick as possible. She had gotten down to a long-sleeved t- shirt herself and, just like ghost, her hefty tactical pant hung off of her hips.

Satisfied with everything, she began to inspect his wound. Dry, brown and grimy blood painted the skin of his shoulder. With a damp, warm rag, she wiped away what she could, getting a better look as the gash. From a single glance she knew it would need a few stitches and without pain sedatives it was going to be painful. The gnarly gash was already red and irritated, sewing it up was only going to inflame it further.

“It’s gonna need stitches.” She said as her fingers barely brushing the area around his open wound.

“Do whatcha need to do, Ace.” Leaning over he picked a fresh dry rag on the counter before rolling it up and lifting his mask just past his lips to placing it between his teeth.

Mc eyebrows furled, he was already anticipating the pain without question.

“I’ll be as gentle as possible.” She promised.

“Don’t worry about it. I can take it.” He just barely said through the towel.

“The boys aren’t around Lieutenant, you don’t have to be so tough. I won’t tell them that you winced at some stitches.” she sassed gathering up her tools and giving them a wipe with some clear alcohol she found in the bathroom cabinet.

Ghost snickered under his breath, “I’ve taken a lot worse injuries than this, Ace.”

“I'm sure it doesn’t get any easier. So quit being such a tough guy.”

Her touch doesn’t change from her soft and careful presses.

Ghost was surprised when she began to stitch and no pain followed. He was fully ready to bite a hole into the rag in his mouth, but he was only met with light tugs against his shoulder. As the sewing progressed, a slow burn of pain began to set in but it was very manageable. By the time she was done, the rag was taken out of her mouth, he had taken to staring at the adorable concentration that took over her face.

Snipping the last bit of string, she finally looked over to see ghost's dark eyes staring into her.

“Finished.” she said softly but not daring to pull back from his gaze.

Ever since they had been assigned together, their chemistry had been undeniable. She was the only one who ignored his tough exterior and watch out for him just like he had for everyone else. How could he ever act in that? It was inappropriate for a man of his status to have a relationship with a colleague who position was beneath his own. Beyond that, he had so many other things that he couldn’t bring you into, that acting before laying it all out, would be unfair to you.

He was pulled out of his thought when you touch traveled to his opposite shoulder and up to his neck, her thumb gently caressing his jaw.

“Ace.” he says in almost a warning like tone.

“Ghost.” she echos the same tone, moving herself between his legs.

“This is a bad idea.” his mumbles into the inch of air between them.

“So? Bad ideas have never scared you before, Ghost.”

The sound of her voice as she sweetly whispered her name, made his fist tighten. He was fighting every muscle to keep his hands off of her, in spite of the fact that she clearly wanted it too.

Her lips brushed against his and he nearly lost it. He sways towards her, his lips nearly meeting hers, only catching himself at the last second pulling himself back through gritted teeth.

“Ace.” he stops trying to form a simple sentence.

Suddenly, she pulls away, leaving them both stunned.

“I'm sorry.” she says with such surprise, like she had just plunged a knife into his chest with her own hands, “You injured and, we are both exhausted from the mission. T-this was a mistake.”

She immediately gathers her supplies and leaves Ghost alone in the bathroom. Taking a breath to gather himself and pulling his balaclava down, he moves to follow her path to find her in the kitchen, cleaning the tool she had used mere minutes ago.

“It wasn’t a mistake.” he said softly and she stops but refuses to turn around.

With his initial urge dissipated, he approaches and turns her to face him again.

“If we are putting everything out there,” he lifts her chin with a finger, making her eyes meet his, “I want nothing more than to kiss you, but as a superior I have a reasonability to not overstep boundaries and do what best for the people on my team.”

He was surprised at not only the professionalism of his answer but even more so that she didn’t argue right away. Usually, she was able to debunk his bullshit rather quickly.

“I quite frankly, there's a lot about me you don’t know. I doubt you would even want to even be in the same room with me if you knew Simon Riley.”

A small smile formed on her lips and she pushed herself off the sink standing toe to toe with the Lieutenant.

“Try me.”

Present

Everything was going fine as far as a classified mission went. Ghost had yet to be detected and his team suffered zero injuries so that was all he could hope for. He checked once again on Mc who was still three paces behind him. Despite her always being there, he always needed to check to make sure she was next to him. She nodded at him, acknowledging his concern and urging him to move forward.

He signaled for Gaz and Ace to split, going to take the back entrance while him and Soap took the front. Even though Gaz wasn’t his first choice, he was a close second to himself, only tying with soap. It was hard every time you left his side during a mission but due to your agreement, he had to. If your relationship was to be kept a secret, showing favoritism wasn’t the way to do it.

Watching her walk past, he fought every bone in his body not to follow behind her. As they approached a corner a few feet in front of him, she met his eyes briefly as she waited for Gaz to clear so they could move. As she looked at him, she quickly brought her fist to her chest and tapped twice. He gave a slight nod, acknowledging her silent mutual sign they had for ‘I love you’. Ghost had suggested it a few months after they had moved in with each other. Mc was taken aback by his sweet suggestion but eagerly agreed. They came up with a tap to the chest which didn’t seem like much seeing that it was often used in the field as sort of a good luck sort of gesture. To others it would be a simple and it would likely be brushed off but to just them, it was a way to show their love in plain sight. He repeated the same small gesture to her, and her cheeks rose under her mask as she smiled.

“Be safe, Babygirl.” he mumbles low enough for only him to hear.

“Let's move Soap.” he orders moving in the opposite direction.

2 years earlier

The small polish church was all but silent with only three people in attendance. The priest had done hundreds of weddings in his life but it had been a long time since he had seen two people so in love. Even know, in this very moment he knew this was a ceremony he would remember for the rest of his days. After all, it wasn’t every day that the two people in question was both were missing the usual wedding attire. Both were dressed in military gear, with their weapons waiting outside the church out of respect. The man's face was still painted with the black paint that often adorned the soldiers that passed through on the rare occasion. The woman has a clean face that glowed as she looked at her make counterpart, and the priest couldn’t help but notice the intricate French braids that was formed into a bun at the base of her head.

They had come into the church for sanctuary but after an hour of quiet whispers they had asked the old priest to marry them under the sanction of God. Normally the priest would insist on a thorough interview before joining the two but a deep feeling in his gut told him that the love, they held for each other was strong and true so he agreed.

The evening sunset pooled through the stain glass window in front of the alter, showering the couple in beautiful multi colored rays of light. The couples held the simple gold bands that the priest had given them briefly before hand, having no rings on them in the first place, and the old priest refused to accept the idea of exchanging dog tags between them. He could only take so many unconventional requests from the couple.

Having communicated with the couple through English, the priest took it upon himself to recite the ceremony in English as well.

“We are gathered here today under the house of God to unite two souls in holy matrimony. Under gods' guidance, they have claimed their love as strong and pure so we ask you mighty lord for you blessing.” he bows his head reciting a silent prayer. Mc and ghost wait patiently, neither them being the praying sort. Their smiles grew wider as the light shifted slightly, highlighting their joined hands.

“Now before we continue, do you declare before god that you have come here of your own free will and not under the force of others.” asks to Mc first.

She smiles widely, “yes I have come here of my own free will.”

Ghost chuckled along with her, as if he could get her to do something she didn’t want to do.

“And you?” he asks towards ghost.

“Same for me, your holy-ship.” he stutters out the last part.

Even the priest couldn’t help but smile at ghosts' clear unfamiliarity with the catholic religion, and he suspected any other sort of religion. However, he continued, having been satisfied with their light hearted answers. Closing the Bible briefly his attention shifted back to the couple rather than the scripture.

“I have had the pleasure of being a part of many, many marriages in my time, so I have had plenty of practice and experiences so I will tell you what I have told many couples before you. A marriage isn't something that should be done on a whim or because others have told you it is the proper thing to do. You must do it for the love that you share. That is the only thing that can make it stand strong. Do it because you cannot imagine sharing yourself with another living soul. Love takes patience, kindness respect and forgiveness, a lot of forgiveness. I am but a humble servant of God. Whatever you so choose is what it shall be.” he finishes leaving the couple to answer.

Mc looks to ghost, with a questioning gaze no longer confident that he shared the same want for marriage.

Seeing the question in her eyes, he smiles and reached up to cup her jaw, his thumb brushing along her apples of her cheeks.

“I know our relationship hasn’t been a conventional one. Hell, we don’t even show each other affection outside closed doors but I have never, ever doubted your love for me. I know I'm a hard man to love but I will spend the rest of my life, married or not, trying my bloody hardest to love you the way you deserve. As long as you want this, I'm all in with you, love.”

Sniffing slightly and blinking away the mist from her eyes, then nodding to her counterpart.

“Please continue father.” she spoke sweetly and softly.

The priest nods and continues. Holding out the ring for ghost to take, ghost gingerly takes it placing the ring on the first knuckle of her ring finger. As the priest begins to recite the holy scripture, all the while ghost repeats it.

“With this ring, I take you, Mc Y/L/N, to be my lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold from this day forward. For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, rich or for poor. I promise to love and honor you all the days of my life.”

With that, he pushed the golden band fully onto her finger, sealing his vows to his very soon to be wife. He resisted the urge to kiss her on the lips, purely out of respect for the church but utterly hating the decision.

Next it was Mc’s turn to recite the same vows, taking the next golden ring placing it at the same lengths that Simon had just done mere seconds ago.

“With this ring, I take you, Simon Reily, to be my lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold from this day forward. For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, rich or for poor. I promise to love and honor you all the days of my life.”

Tears began to well up in her eyes as she slipped the ring onto his finger. Joining hands again, once more the priest was left to continue the ceremony.

“So, by the power vested in me through the holy catholic church of Saint Joseph, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride Mr. Reily.” the priest smiles.

“ ‘Bout bloody time.” He slips out right before pressing his lips to hers. His hand comes up to cradle the back of her head, his other hand pressing to her lower back pressing her to him. Reaching up she cups his neck and grips the lapel of his thick Carhart jacket, her lips humming happily against his.

They pull apart only for the need of air, they would have continued their display if there was no need for oxygen. As they took a breath, they realized that they were still in a church, and they had yet to thank the priest and more importantly sign the marriage license the priest had so kindly provided them with.

Taking the license from the priest he gave a quick little bow of his head, “thank you father.”

“It was an absolute pleasure. Much like love, God moves the world in mysterious ways, but I am thankful for times like these. Usually when kids come in to be married it's all very decorated and extravagant but being able to marry you two in nothing, but your military garb has shown this old man that love still shines over monetary things.” with a deep yet light breath, the priest smiles contently down at the couple, “I wish you both a long marriage full of love and hope, my children.”

Present

Shit hit the fan way too quick for Ghosts liking.

He was usually able to adapt and adjust to complete the mission one way or the other but this time they were foiled at every turn.

He second guessed the probability of getting out in one piece when soap got clipped in the thigh but by some miracle, they found themselves back at their base waiting, more or less, patiently for Gaz and Mc to catch up. The last they heard from Gaz, he had informed Price that both of them were almost at the front and would be out of the vicinity within the next coming minutes. That was nearly thirty minutes ago, and Ghost was now pacing trying to keep his panic and anger under control. He had about ten more minutes left in him before he would blast his way through that building until he had his wife in hand. He was not going to lose you, not if he could help it.

The door flew open as Gaz was practically carried in by another soldier. He was beaten and bloody but the thing that concerned Ghost was that Mc wasn’t with him.

His veins flared with pure adrenaline that felt like fucking lava. Price and soap were at Gaz side before Ghost had the chance to step over to him.

“Where is Mc?” he demanded ignoring Soaps own questions.

Gaz cough grabbing his side in pain not being able to answer quickly enough for Ghost liking.

“WHERE IS SHE?” he growled grabbing the lapel on gaz jacket.

“Ghost easy!” Soap interrupted pushing ghost back.

Ghost hands were shaking. He was ready to tear someone apart and right now, Gaz was not excluded from that list of people, but he held back.

“Gaz?” he warned.

“They took her.” he wheezed.

“What the fuck do mean they took her? You told Price that you were almost out. How the fuck is that possible?” His voice was low and snarling like an animal.

“They had people stationed outside. We were ambushed as we left the building. I barely got away.” He sighed clearly upset that he had to leave you behind.

Ghost concentrated on the rage bubbling in his stomach, suppressing it as he moved to his equipment that was laid out on a table. He would use that rage to get him into that facility and to his wife.

Soap watched him with confusion. Ghost had never reacted like this to anyone on the team not even when Sheperd had betrayed them. Had the stress finally caught up to him?

"Ghost relax, we are getting her back. We just need a plan first.”

“I'm not waiting for a fucking plan. The longer we wait, the more likely it is that she is dead. I'm going and I don’t give a fuck if any of you are coming with me.”

“Ghost we all want to get her back and out of harm's way but you aren't going to if you go back in there blind.” Soap reached over grabbing Ghosts' bicep only for a second before ghost harshly ripped it out of his grip.

“I suggest you keep your hands to yourself if you want to keep ‘em.” ghost threated hoarsely.

Soap looked to Price for some sort of back up, but hesitation was clear on his face which confused Soap even more. Price had never been scared to tell Ghost off, which made him one of the few who could.

“Soaps right Ghost we need at least an idea before we attack.”

Ghosts eyes stayed on Soap for a moment more before turning away and going back to his arsenal.

“My plan is to kill everyone in my way until Mc is safe.” he stated, slid his knives into their respective holsters, then turning to Price and Soap. Both had never seen the kind of darkness that clouded Ghost eyes, Soaps confusion was now turning into fear. “I'm either going as a soldier or as a husband. Only one of them will take orders from you.”

“Husband?” Soap sounded with complete and utter confusion.

The room went silent as Price and Ghost stood off against each other.

“Suit up, Soap. We're going in.” he said still looking at Ghost before moving over to his own

“Alright what am I missing?” Soap demands as the two men began to move around.

Price grabs Soaps dragging him over to the supplies of weapons and armor jackets.

“I’ll fill in the details later, but Ghost and Y/n have been married for a little over two years and they’ve been keeping it secret ever since. I’m the only one who knows about it.”

Soap was rendered speechless, then he began to strap his equipment on in a confused haze.

1 year earlier

It was too close of a call for Y/n. She could handle a lot of things when it came to her line of work, but she drew the line today. When she had watched a rifle bullet rip through her husband's ribs and exit through the other side then was forced to act as a teammate and not his wife, that was it for her. She had watch him bleed for hours in the dirt in the middle of Venezuela, all while keeping her wife tendencies hidden under her teammate persona. Later as he was laid up in the hospital, unconscious from blood loss but stable, nonetheless, she swore she would never be in this position again. At the hospital. She was able to convince captain Price that she should stay with him at least until the mission was wrapped up, and he had to much paper work to object to her offer.

She watched as his chest rose and fell with his shallow breathing. Until he woke up, y/n had taken to reading a book and sipping on her hospital burnt black coffee.

She found herself re-reading the same line over and over again. She couldn’t stop her mind from wondering and worrying. With every person that past by the door, worried that it was Captain Price coming to relieve her. She wasn’t sure if she could lie herself out of leaving.

As Ghost stirred next to her, she was brought out of her thoughts. Slapping the book shut, she was over by his side sitting on the edge of the bed. With another groan and a small shift, when he saw his eyes opened, she felt a lift in her shoulders that she had been waiting for since the moment ghost had been shot.

“Simon.” she cooed.

He smiled lazily with the pain medication still flowing through his system.

“Babygirl.” He sings to her.

She smiles, only have heard that pet name from him maybe a handful of times.

“Hey, Big Man. How you feelin?”

His eyebrows frilled together as a disappointed look graced his features.

“Big Man? I'm your husband, call me hubby or something.” he complained rather childishly.

“Fine.” she paused to look around for a brief minute before looking back at him, “How are you feeling, my love?”

“Great.” he coos, as his eyes roll back.

“Those meds are working then. That’s good.”

“You know,” he smiles, peeling his eyes open, “a kiss would make me feel a lot betta.”

Mc sighed, yet she was unable to hide her smile as she watched her mountain of a husband acting like a lovesick teenager.

“Just a quick one, alright? Then you need to rest some more.”

He huffed but nodded his head anyways.

She leaned down, meeting his lips for a quick kiss.

Before they had started dating and got married, she had always assumed that ghost would be cold in every aspect, after all, that was what he was until she had met the man beneath the mask. Now she couldn’t imagine him being anything but warm. His lips were chapped but they were still warm. A hand found its way to her hip, giving a small squeeze making her snap out of their love bubble.

“Simon.” she warned pulling his hand away.

He hums contently pulling away from her lips, lazily, “I love kissing you.”

“I love kissing you too. Now go back to sleep.” she said softly brushing a hand down his cheek.

He smiled before drifting back off to sleep.

She sighed. She was safe for another hour or two but now she was worried that if Price came, Ghost would spill their secret while under hospital grade pain relievers, but until he conscious again and off his extreme pain meds she would have to make things up as she went.

***

A few weeks later, Ghost was finally ready to go home. Mc had managed to stay next to him the entire time convincing that she had felt responsible for ghost having been his partner for the mission. It also helped that Price was needed for a few more extensive things back at the base that took up a portion of his time. So he had no problem leaving the sarcastic lieutenant with the patient warrant..

With their secret still remaining between two of them, touches were kept to a minimum. That task being hard for ghost to adhere to. His touch brushing along her hips and the back of her hands every once and a while, to which Mc always shooed away. Even on the way home, his warm hand pressing to her knee was pushed away, leaving ghost confused, but y/n had always been a diligent driver, so he would wait until they got back to their shared apartment.

Moving through the door, Mc helped him remove his coat before going to take care of the bags of clothing and forgotten military duffle bags that were forgotten in the backseat of the car.

Simon leaned against the counter, watching as Mc was trying hard to distance herself from him. He hated that.

He smiled as he moved over to her form that was putting clothes into the washer. His hands landed on her hips pulling her into him and wrapping his arms around her in a hug. As she finished, she closed the machine and started it, making the old thing roar to life then turning around in his arms. Finding a light sheen in her eyes, his smile fell slightly.

“Go rest.” she suggested, lightly pushing him away and towards the bedroom. She moved over to the counter in kitchen.

“I will. I want to hold my wife first.” he said following her.

Taking her face between his hands, he kissed her gently. He could feel her hesitation in her as he moved his touch down to her waist where he encircled her. He deepened the kiss and she in turn wrapped her own arms around his shoulders, her fingers entangling in his hair. Parting both of their lips, he was able to slip his tongue between her lips, stroking along her own tongue as she tightened her grip on his roots.

Tears rolled down her cheek, but she was more focused on the burning in her lungs as she continued to run out of air against her husband's lips.

When they finally broke apart, she finally felt the trail of tears, for now she left them alone only worrying about catch her breath and keeping herself from having a panic attack that she had been suppressing for weeks.

Simon cradled her cheeks again, looking at her with a confused glance, “What is it, Babygirl?”

“Don’t ever make me do that again.” she heaved softly, “Please Simon. I can’t do that again. I cant.”

He knew exactly what she meant, and he couldn’t blame her. He didn’t want to think about being in her place. Watching her bleed out and laying in a hospital bed. Having to pretend day in and day out in the hospital, that they were nothing but teammates, it would destroy him.

He wrapped his arms around her, he made sure to cradle her head and plant a kiss on the crown of her forehead. His big frame always made her look small, and as she buried herself into his chest, she looked even smaller. He felt her shake against him as she cried out the stress of her week.

“I won't, I swear. I’ll tell Price as soon as I'm clear to come back.”

She nods and Simon kisses her forehead again before moving down to her lips, placing another soft kiss.

“You were so unbelievably brave, my love. I am so proud of you. I wouldn’t be able to hold out as long as you had.” Simon chuckled at his own admission to his weakness.

“I wasn’t easy.” she breathed.

Simon nodded, running his hand down her arms, continuing to ground them both.

“I think we can both use a shower. I don’t know about you, but a fuckin sponge bath is absolute bollocks.”

Mc belted out her first real laugh in over a month then nodded, allowing Simon to pull her towards their shared bathrooms.

PRESENT

Price had never seen Ghost move in such an unquestionable and efficient way before. He was cutting through people like they were nothing, all the while keeping himself silent. He wasn’t going to let the enemy know he was there until he was good and ready. Price and Soap were basically just cover; he would get the same help from a bulletproof vest.

“Ghost, we need to hurry. I'm sure they know we are here by now. All hell is about the break loss, L.t.”

Ghost stayed silent. Soap wondered if he had even heard him, but then he answered, “We’re close.”

Decorated military enemies began passing them as they hid in the shadows. They all yelled foreign instructions, pointing and flailing at their obedient soldiers.

Once the coast is clear, they move again coming to a pair of metal double doors at the end of the hallway. While Price and Soap flanked the doors ghost stood ready to kick in the doors if need be. Thrusting his shoulder into the middle of the door, they burst open to reveal a ruined control room. In the middle of the empty room was Mc strapped to a lone chair.

“Mc!” Ghost called out, charging over to unconscious form and sliding to his knees in front of her.

A bruise was already showing on one of her swollen eye sockets and blood was caked around her nose and lips. One of the more prominent injury she had endured was a knife sticking out of her thigh. There was no telling what other internal injuries she had sustained without a doctor.

Price and soap gave each other a look that was more worried than relieved, as they absorbed the state of their newly found comrade. Price turned to guard the door, opening it just a crack to see any commotion coming down the hallway.

“Mc?” Ghost spoke as he gently cradled his wife’s face, hoping to rouse her. “Baby, it's Simon.”

She groaned, as she squirmed in her chair to get away, a distinct wheeze was pushed out of her chest as she moved.

“Easy, easy.” he warned, pressing her down to relax her.

“Simon.” she whimpered her head dipping back from the lack of lucidity.

“It's me. It's me, babygirl. You're safe. We’re getting you out of here.” Ghost kneeled, taking out his own knife, and sliced through rope that strapped her down in the god forbidden chair.

“I'm going to pick you up, alright? It will hurt for a second, but I promise it will be over in a minute.”

She sleepily nodded, reaching out to hook her arms around his neck.

Being a quick as possible, he hoisted her up bridal style being sure to be careful if the knife that was still stuck into the meat of her thigh. She yelped in pain as she was moved, the look of agony on her face twisted at Ghost chest.

“I got you, babygirl.” he breathes lowly to her as she rests her head against his chest, before looking over to Soap, “Let’s move.”

Exiting out the back way they were able to escape the compound unscathed but with y/n fading in and out of consciousness in ghost's arms he was finding it hard to relax in the back of the hummer.

Trying his hardest to alleviate as much pressure as he could from her leg, but with every bump they ran over his heart clenched at her whimper.

Holding her tighter to his chest, he pressed a kiss to her forehead through his mask trying to get her to hold on just a little bit longer.

“Can you go any faster?” Ghost said it a little bit softer than he did back at the base.

“Not if you want the radiator to stay in tack.” Price answers.

Ghost exhales as he feels Mc go slack in his arms again. Dropping his touch from behind her leg and moving it to her wrist to monitor her pulse. A steady beat thrummed under his touch and he let his bubbling panic dissipate from him slightly.

“She’ll be alright, L.t. She’s a strong one if she can handle your disagreeable arse.” Soap teases trying to ease his friend.

Ghost was able hide the smile that rippled across his lips under his mask, he wasn’t about to give Soap the satisfaction of a good comment at a time like this. He was right, though. You were strong and he had to have faith that you were pulling out of this.

If you didn’t, there would be hell to pay.

The fifteen minutes that had passed getting to base had felt like 5 hours to ghost. His mind spiraled and his chest tighten to the point of being painful as he held y/n in his arms. Her heart rate slowed gradually as the minutes ticked by only adding to his anxiety.

As they pulled up to the base, Ghost was already out of the hummer before it even came to a full stop. Kicking through the doors, he was on autopilot as he made his way to the med bay as he cradled you in his arms.

“I need a doctor!” Ghost announced.

Upon hearing the intimidating lieutenant cries, the nurses and doctors snap into action. A gurney is brought to him, and he lowers her down gently to the firm thin cot. A whimper escapes her making ghost pause the nurses before they had the chance to pull you away.

“I’m here baby.” he cooed brush away the blood matted hair away from her forehead.

“Lieutenant, we need to get her to a room.”

“JUST-” Ghost began to snap but quickly corrected himself with a shaky breath, “Just give me a second, please.” he pleaded.

Her gazed over eyes peaked through her eyelids as her touch brushed to his hand that held himself over her on the gurney.

“The doctors are going to take care of you. I’ll be right ‘ere.”

She nods exhaustedly drifting off again. Ghost stepping away, allowing the nurses to wheel you away.

He wanted to feel some sort of relief in fact that you were now in safe and capable hand. Doctors were there to pull you through but he couldn’t stop the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Trotting over to the short row of chairs against the wall, he dropped down into the seat, and rubbed at the bridge of his nose trying to ease the pulsing pain in his head.

His thumbs sat in the corner of his eyes as his elbows rested against his knees. He remained in his position as two sets of footsteps approached him.

“She being seen?” Price asked.

“Yes.” he answered shortly, not wanting to elaborate.

“This never happens again.”

Ghost could hear the strain Price used to suppress his anger and he found it hard to not sympathize with the reaction. Price had gone out on a limb to back up ghost on this. If it had gone bad it would have been over for everyone, they would be lucky if they didn’t get arrested for insubordination

“Understood, Captain.”

Satisfied with Ghosts' concurrence, Price took a seat right next to Ghost, sinking low in the seat, letting out a heavy exhale. Soap sunk into the seat on the other side, also letting out an exhausted breath. Ghost looked over at his colleagues in a confused fashion.

“What?” Soap shrugged. “We didn’t go through all that just to go home right afterwards. We want to make sure she’ll pull through.”

Ghost nodded, almost thankful that he had men like Price and Soap by his side.

As the next hour or two rolled by in silence as Price and Soap don’t feel the need to agitate Ghost more than he already was.

When the doctor emerged making his way over to the three men, Ghost stood quickly to his feet, while Price was startled awake, and soap was roused from his daze.

“How is she?”

The doctor winces slightly before shaking his head lazily. Ghost heart sunk in his chest.

“She’s pretty banged up, but she’ll be alright.”

Ghost sighed with a breath of relief, and he nearly doubled over. He wanted to cry, laugh, and punch something all at once.

“Her thigh is cleaned and stitched up. She has a couple fractured ribs, a broken nose, a concussion, and some bruising around the temple. She will need to be monitored for a week to make sure that she didn’t suffer any permanent brain damage.”

“Can I see her?” he asked hoarsely.

The doctor looked down at the chart, scanning it over before looking back up, “For a little bit.”

Ghost nodded then followed the doctor to y/ns room.

As he entered the room, he bit back a tears seeing her hooked up to machines and wrapped in gauze all the while she slept peacefully in the bed.

Hesitantly he walked over to the bed side and sitting gingerly in the chair situated in the room.

Hearing the slight shuffle in the room, y/n stirred peeling open her eyes and smiled seeing her husband next to her.

“Hi, baby.” she cooed.

Ghost smiled at the use of the rare pet name that she graced him with. He met her reaching out arms to cuddle her gently, being weary of her tender ribs.

He kissed her lightly on the forehead through his mask as he pulled back still cradling her frame.

“How you feeling, my darling?”

“Fuzzy.” she mumbled with her eyebrows frilled making Ghost chuckle.

“Fuzzy?”

“Yeah, take your mask off and kiss me again.” she requested.

He giggled again, “Alright.”

Lifting his mask, he planted his lips against her own.

Pulling back, he smiled back down at her, “That better?”

“Mhm.” She hums the reaches up to pull his mask back down.

She suddenly turned serious, and worry flashed across her features as her eyes dilated.

“Is Gaz, okay? I didn’t see if he made it out? What about Soap and Price?”

“Fine. They’re all fine.��� he repeated while brushing his hands along her shoulders trying to ease her.

She relaxed slumping into the bed, her eyes fluttering close as she sighed, “Thats good.”

Ghost wanted to smile but the memory of Gaz returning to the compound without his wife in toe made his anger spike and his jaw clench. Knowing her husband all too well, she peeked back at him, noticing his tight jaw and furrowed eyebrows.

Reaching out and cupping his cheeks she brought him down to her.

“I’m okay, my love. I knew you would get me out of there Simon. I never doubted you.”

“Thats not the point.” He gritted, “I know I don’t show how much I love you but if I lost you, it would break me. I have been through a lot in my life and losing you would destroy me.”

“I'm not going anywhere, Simon. I will fight with everything that I have for you. Things will happen and we won’t be able to stop it so we can't take anything for granted.”

Simon smiled at her exhausted yet wise words.

“Well then you better prepare yourself, Mrs. Reily because as soon as your cleared, you're never leaving our bed.”

Mc giggled at her husband's promise, “Why wait?”

Ghost had to stifle another laugh, “Mostly because we are in the medical bay. Secondly your on a fuck ton of pain meds.”

In her medicated stupor, she began pulling at his mask, revealing his lips again. Instead of bringing her lips to his, her attention was suddenly on the stubble forming on his chin. She giggled softly as her pointer finger ran along the underside of his lip then down to the underside of his chin.

“What in the hell are you doing?” simon smiled.

“Admiring my unbelievably sexy husband.”

A sudden throat clearing cough shattered the private moment the married couple were sharing. Both Simon and Mc looked over to see Price and Soap standing on the other side of the sheet, cutting off everyone from everyone else in the med bay.

Turning back, Simon rolled his eyes as he scooted away from his wife's bedside, trying to bring back his composure.

“Sorry to interrupt, kids.” Price says, stepping into the room and Soap falling in step behind.

“How ya feeling, Ace?” Soap asked gingerly.

“A lot better with that knife out if my thigh.”

Soap giggled trying to lighten the anxious mood in the room. “So, Mrs. Rielly, huh?”

Y/n smiled, “Yeah, sorry for the secrecy but it wasn’t necessarily allowed.”

“Oye, I ain’t complaining. I'm just surprised that you put up with this grump.”

“What can I say? It was hard for him to resist this.” Mc said gesturing to her whole body.

Ghost stifled a laugh with an abrupt cough while Mc giggled the clear effects of her pain meds starting to show.

“Alright, your getting loopy. Go back to sleep.” He found himself stopping before the word ‘babygirl’ fell from his lips. He still wasn’t comfortable calling you pet names in front of his teammates.

“Okay.” She smiled already nodding off.

“Get better soon, Ace.” Price sounded leaving the hospital room.

Soap stuck around for a moment, watching ghost place a quick kiss to the back of Mcs hand. When he finally rose from his seat, he faced John. There was a slight gratefulness in his eyes that warmed soap a little, maybe ghost was as becoming a big softy thanks to Mc.

“Let us know if you need anything L.T.” He reminded his friend.

To which, Simon nodded. As Soap turned to leave, Simon begrudgingly had to acknowledge that this may be the time to have a moment of vulnerability with his loyal teammate.

“Thank you, Johnny, for everything.”

“‘S what friends do, LT.” Johnny responded with a smile then turned to leave.

6 Weeks later

Simon and Mc had lasted pretty well by themselves for the next few weeks. Simon finally put in some of the vacation time that he never uses and stayed home to take care of Mc, to which he had no complaints. The time spent together only made this morning harder. He woke tangled against Mcs body, she still sound asleep in his arms. She had taken quiet nicely to late sleep in’s and quiet days spent together to recover from their years of nonstop military service. Simon had never thought of himself walking away from the military life that he had always known, but maybe he had changed.

As if she could hear his running mind, mc stirred next to him. Turning in his arms to face him, she gradually peeled her eyes open meeting his own.

“Morning.” She cooed with a smile.

“Good morning, love.”

“Have you been awake for long?” She asked snuggling into him further.

“No.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“We have to go back to the office this morning, huh?” Mc stated with a slight groan.

“Unfortunately.” He answered, supressing his laugh towards his wife’s clear disappointment.

“You know you don’t have to go back if you don’t want to. Being a stay at home wife might suit you.” He joked.

She scoffed at his proposal, “And what would I even do here all day? It’s not like we are going to have any kids.”

Simon paused suddenly taken back by the notion, “We aren’t?”

Mc looks up to her husband, confused, “i thought we weren’t. I assumed you didn’t want kids.”

“I didn’t a while ago, but having kids with you, it’s a different story. Besides, did you want kids? He asks with genuine curiosity.

A quick pause passed between them as Mc’s eyes dropped for a moment before going back up to her husbands grey-blue eyes, “I think it would be nice to have a little you running around.”

“Well then maybe we should have a baby.”

His wife’s eyebrows crinkle in confusion and she sat up straight in her bed. Simon watched in awe as her hair cascades over her bare shoulder. Holding the sheet to her naked body, she looked at her husband, trying to decide if he was being serious or not.

“You want a baby?”

“I’m aware that I have a lot of issues that I need to work through and I am terrified at the thought of being like my father but, I have you. Since I met you, I have been a better man than I ever have been. Besides if I learned anything about our last incident is that I would do anything to for you and your safety. I’ve done more than my father has ever done for the people I love.”

Mcs heart bloomed at the sound of her husband growth in confidence. The only thing that she had ever pushed Simon on was therapy, for the soul reason that she hated to see him suffer the way he did. It took him a while to come around to the idea but even Simon couldn’t deny the dividends that were improved.

“Besides,’ Simon continued, reaching out he squeezed his wife’s hips, “I think you would look bloody gorgeous pregnant with my baby.”

Mc bit her lip leaning down and kissing her husband, falling into the warmth and comfort of her husband.

Pulling back briefly she spoke again, “let’s revisit this after work.”

Giving him another quick peak, she moved off their shared bed and headed to the bathroom to go shower. Meanwhile, her husband was happy to watch her naked form walk away.

***

Mc felt very strange walking into the facilities on base as she held her husbands hand. She was used to coordinating times with ghost so they never walked in together. Driving separately, then avoiding her husband until after most of the teams morning work outs, all to keep their relationship under-wraps. Now to be holding hands and walking together, it all felt new and odd.

What was even odder, was that the base seemed to be empty for the most part.

“Did we miss something?” Mc asked outwardly.

“I don’t think so.” Simon responded unsure as he looked around. After a moment, he shrugged then continued along. “Lets go find Price.”

Coming up the captains office, they were still confused as they found his office door closed and the lights off. Movement from the other side of the door made them pause and stop them from turning around. With Simon taking the lead, he knocked on the door before opening it. As their eyes adjusted to the dark the lights flicked on making their eyes dilate to focus before they were interrupted by a flash delighted cheer.

The Riley’s were surprised to find their teammates huddled in a lightly decorated room, including a banner that said ‘congratulations’ across it.

Mc smiled noticing her husbands protective hand that reached behind him. His muscle memory wired to protect her. Seeing that it was just his colleagues he relaxed.

Soap was the first to approach with a wide proud smile. Seeing his superiors unamused look he let out a nervous chuckle.

“Sorry L.T. But we had to celebrate.” He grinned.

While ghost looked clearly uncomfortable, Mc took the reigns as she took ghosts hand gently, “Thank you, Soap. You guys are too sweet.”

“We had to do something for ya. Its not everyday two of our teammates marry each other.”

Ghost grumbled giving a quick, ‘mhm’, before soap’s attention was grabbed by Gaz across the room as he waved at soap.

“Enjoy the party.” He said with a wide smile and thumbs up.

As he walked away ghost groaned beside mc as he looked at the people surrounding them in the room.

Mc giggled at her husbands reaction and turned to him with speaking lowly to him.

“Try to enjoy yourself big guy. It’s a party for us, after all.” She tried to convince him.

“I think I’d rather be in the deserts of Venezuela again.” He groaned.

“That’s not funny.” She said seriously remembering the last time they were in that sandy hellscape.

His eyes looked to her, and upon seeing her sharp eyes his own softened.

“Your right, I’m sorry.” He apologized.

Mc smiled as his arm encircled her waist, bringing her closer. A twing of mischief ran through her briefly as a naughty thought crossed her mind, looking at her husband.

“Come on, play nice for an hour and then I’m sure captain price will let us go home. I’ll let you work on making me a mom.”

Ghost left out a small sigh, giving out a low growl, “fuckin hell” before adjusting his shoulders

“Imma hold you to that Ace.” He whispered to his wife.

[shoyogun]

vocal

timeskip! ushijima wakatoshi x f!reader

w/c: 1.4k

genre: smut, slice of life-ish

warnings: nsfw, petnames (baby, angel, honey), slight ddgg, watersports, creampie, not proofread(sorry T-T)

a/n: first smut post!! hope you like it!!! let me know if I missed any warnings

outside of your little “couple bubble,” anyone with eyes and ears would describe ushijima wakatoshi as quiet and reserved. he keeps to himself and appears as a man who only lives and breathes volleyball. at least that’s what the press says because they can never get an interview with him before or after a game. 

you, on the other hand, have the privilege to actually hear how vocal he is. 

he rushed home as soon as he could after a particularly exquisite game. kageyama’s sets were perfect and ushijima’s spikes landed every single time. when the game ended, he was high on adrenaline and all he wanted was you. 

the amount of time it took for him to gather his belongings, walk to the parking lot, and drive back to your shared home was much too long. he couldn’t wait to walk through that door and see you in nothing but his jersey and your favorite pajama shorts, as per your game day rituals. 

after tripping up the stairs and fumbling the keys a little, he finally got that damned door open, and before he could call out for you or take his shoes off, he felt you jump into his arms. when he caught you, his hands settled on the softness of your ass and he began to slowly knead–need.  

“congratulations, baby,” you started and then followed by trailing soft kisses up his neck. 

“thank you, baby. couldn’t have done it without you, though.” he finished saying that last part by giving your ass a hard squeeze. 

“i s’pose, i s’pose,” you reply smugly before finally planting a kiss on his lips; the prize for true champions, he believes. 

as he deepens the kiss, he also manages to pop his shoes off with his heels and lead the pair of you to the bedroom. you take the time to run your hands up and down his torso, some of his most sensitive parts. wakatoshi is not the whimpering or whining type, of course not, but he’s a hummer and is never scared to let a hmm or haaah out while you take your sweet time just touching him. and you haven’t even gotten under his shirt yet. 

when the pair of you finally arrive in the bedroom, he lays you gently on your bed and begins working on your neck with sucking and biting. while his lips pay attention to your neck, his hands busy themselves with your tits, coming up and alternating between lightly and hardly squeezing the flesh.

“fuck, baby. missed you s’ much,” he says into your ear. you laugh at that a little because you really just haven’t seen him since that morning. 

“missed you, too, toshi,” you reply before using your hands to bring his face back in front of yours to kiss him. he’s careful when moving more on top of you, and is strategic when he places his knee between your thighs, slowly grinding into you. ushijima kisses you through your moans, and as if this weren’t enough stimulation for you, the hands you had forgotten were on your tits start moving again, but this time to pinch and tease at your pert nipples. he knew he was doing a good job at making you feel good because you were having a hard time kissing him back. 

on other days, you two would take more time with the foreplay, but as soon as ushijima utters, “need to be inside, angel” you quickly take your clothes off and help him with his, telling him to “hurry up and put it in, daddy. need it.”  he lets out a deep groan at the use of the name, because you know how much it turns him on– not that that was even necessary anymore. 

he flips you over by your hips and then runs a hand down the spine of your back, with you immediately knowing how he likes it arched, baring your pussy to him. he takes a moment to appreciate this beautiful sight of you. 

“you’re so gorgeous, love,” he praises as his hands runs from your back to over your ass, and then to the point of your leg where ass meets thigh. from that point, he takes his thumb and runs it down your cunt. “and so wet too, baby.”

you shiver at the sensation and wishing for more. you lean back to gain more contact with his thumb. he pulls away and tuts his tongue at you. 

“gonna take care of you real soon, baby. no need to be so impatient.”

he gives your ass a quick spank before positioning his length at your hole. he’s sure to move inside slowly, giving you enough time to adjust. no matter how many times you guys have had sex, you will never ever get used to that delicious burn when he first puts it in. 

“aaanhng so– good, daddy,” you praise him. 

“yeah? that good for you, baby?”

“mhm,” you hum.

he gives your ass a hard spank. “oh, you know better than that, angel.” spank

you jump up at the feeling of him slapping your ass, before responding, “yes, daddy.”

ushijima begins to move faster and harder into you, getting lost in the feeling of your pussy. he’s so focused he has a vice grip on both of your hips. wanting to feel more of you, he reaches for the front of your neck and brings you up so your back is flush with his chest. he gives your neck a couple kisses before continuing his exploration of your body. he keeps his left hand on your stomach to keep you still, but his right hand is grasping your breast, fondling it before pinching and twisting your nipple between his pointer and thumb. he has to remember to give these more attention next time. 

it’s not long before his hand travels more south until he’s rubbing at your oh-so-swollen clit. you’re a moaning mess at this point, not even able to speak. it doesn’t help that he decides to flip you back over onto your back, and have your legs come over his shoulders, as he starts pistoning in and out of you, still sure to keep contact with your clit, knowing that’ll push you right over. 

“fuuuu…daddy– g’na make a mess,” you tell him.

“i know, baby. be a good girl and let it all out, ok?”

only moments after are you squirting on his dick.

“haaah that’s it. you’re such a good girl, angel,” he says without stopping. “i’m gonna cum soon, ok baby? can you keep going for me?” you respond with a nod. 

he lowers your legs from his shoulders and has you settle them around his waist. the pace he continues to go at is still relentless as he chases his high, and it’s enough for you to cum another time. when his rhythm becomes sporadic and he’s grunting and moaning into the air, he asks so prettily, “oh baby can i please cum inside?” i mean how could you say no when he asks so nicely? still unable to speak, your reply is another nod. ushijima finishes inside of you and he can feel that you’ve finished for a second time. he doesn’t pull out for a couple minutes, showering you with love and affection, making sure you’ve come down to a good place. 

he especially knows you enjoy it when he whispers you did such a good job, my love and i love you, angel and how about i run you a nice hot bath?

he eventually pulls out and quickly runs to the bathroom to grab a warm towel, run it under some hot water, and start your bath. when he comes back to you, he gently wipes at the mess between your legs, placing soft kisses all along the appendages.

when ushijima is done cleaning you up, he carries you to the bathroom where he has to place you on the cold countertop because the bath is not yet ready. 

“eucalyptus mint or lavender, baby?” he says, considering the contents of the cabinet 

“hmm… lavender, please, baby.”

he adds the gel to the running water and as soon as enough bubbles have formed, he helps you down the counter and into the bath. when he gets in behind you, he encircles his arms around your waist and you immediately melt into him. 

“how was the game, honey?” you ask and he spends the rest of the bath explaining in extreme detail the events of the game. 

[dailycard]

The Sims 3 H2 Hummer project

Hummer project, awhile back a content creator asks me to look in to H2 for the Sims 3. A long story short the excise left me with a headache, but later on I came across an old draft hummer project in my files that was never release. So l borrowed a chainsaw and screw it over. Here are the results, Ladies and gentlemen; l am pleased to announce H2 project release for your game VIP.  

[toournextadventure]

everyone but her pt.4

a/n: i have no posting or writing schedule fyi. but here we go, we're truckin through. EDIT: previously titled perfect date

Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: swearing, mentions of an autopsy, descriptions of a dead body (not graphic) Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (Masterlist)

“Crackstone’s Crypt is overrated,” you groaned, throwing yourself onto Enid’s bed. “It’s gotta be somewhere else.”

“Nowhere else is creepy,” Enid said with a shrug. “That’s all we’ve got.”

“It’s not good enough,” you mumbled more to yourself than to her.

“Just go somewhere else,” Enid offered when you didn’t say anything else.

“I can’t,” you whined. “It has to be perfect.”

You pushed yourself off the bed and up onto your feet. With Wednesday out of the room, you had let your wings free and they shook as you started pacing. Enid had to admit, she rarely saw you this stressed out. You didn’t even freak out like this over finals, and everyone knew you should have been. And yet, somehow asking Wednesday Addams out on a date was going to drive you up the wall.

“It’s not supposed to be stressing you out this bad,” Enid said once you completed your fifth lap around the room.

“I’m not stressed, I’m devastated,” you said, stopping for just long enough to look at her. “I haven’t even asked her out yet and I’m already out of ideas.”

“Then we’ll brainstorm,” Enid said in as chipper of a voice as she could manage. She sat down cross-legged on her bed and started thinking. “What about visiting Nicky?”

“Out of the question,” you said with a shake of your head.

“Wednesday would love it-”

“-Nicky’s off limits.” Your hands shook as you lifted them to rub your face. There was a glassiness creeping over your eyes as you shook your head. “I’m not ready.”

“Okay,” Enid said softly; you knew she had meant no harm, but she still regretted the suggestion anyway. “Then what else would be enough for Wednesday Addams?”

You both looked at each other dejectedly. Enid had agreed that something creepy would have been an excellent idea. You both knew she enjoyed autopsies, torture, and the occasional murder. None of those, however, were legal, so they were off the table. Who knew this was going to be so difficult?

“Are you sure they’re not coming back soon?” You asked as you gestured to Wednesday’s side of the room.

“She and Thing are at a hummer’s meeting,” Enid said with a shrug. She hadn’t asked questions because, quite frankly, she didn’t really care.

“A meeting?” You asked, turning your head back to look at Enid with furrowed brows. “But I wasn’t invited.”

“Are you a hummer?” Enid asked.

“I thought I was,” you mumbled. “Well now that’s just rude.” You turned back to look at Wednesday’s bed with a frown. Your feathers ruffled with your frustration.

“Y/N, focus,” Enid said with a snap of her fingers. “Date ideas.”

“Oh yeah,” you said, “let’s see.” You spun on your heels and started pacing the floor once again. “Wednesday… black… spooky…” Enid smiled to herself as the gears continued turning in your head. “Gothic… Victorian… old…” You sighed loudly and shook your head. “Abandoned… decrepit- Gate’s Mansion!” You shouted, turning quickly and pointing your finger at Enid.

“Great word association,” Enid said with a tight-lipped smile, “but you might get arrested for trespassing.”

“I bet she’d love it,” you shrugged.

“I don’t have enough bail money for the both of you,” Enid said with a sigh.

“That’s okay! You bail out Wednesday.” You looked off into the distance. “I bet I can convince Principle Weems to bail me out.”

“Okay!” Enid said, causing you to flinch and look back at her. “Next step, how are you finding a body?” You can’t just make one.”

“No, that’ s murder.” You cocked one hip and lifted your left hand to your face, rubbing your chin as you thought. “But homicide-”

“-absolutely not.”

“Fine, we’ll just dig one up,” you said with a huff. “She likes gravedigging.”

“How do you even know that?” Enid asked.

“She told me during tutoring one night.”

“You know what, I’m not questioning it anymore,” Enid said with a shake of her head. The fact that you weren’t disturbed even a little bit by Wednesday’s… hobbies just further proved her belief that you two were perfect for each other.

“Then it’s settled,” you said with a nod to yourself. “We dig up a body, take it to the basement in Gates’ Mansion, she gets to perform her autopsy, and it turns into the best date she’s ever had. No murder involved.” You smiled to yourself. “Thanks for the help, Enid.” You made your way to the door, not even gracing her with a goodbye.

Wait.

“Or homicide,” Enid chimed in before you could finish stepping out of the door.

“You’re a killjoy, Sinclair,” you said as you leaned back in. “What about involuntary manslaughter-”

“-no!”

—---

You had asked her on a date. You hadn’t used that exact word, but that’s what you were asking. You’re going out with me tomorrow, you had said before walking off before she could even answer. Every nerve in your body had been on fire, you couldn’t have waited to see if she would say no. Pretty brave, you would say.

But now you were standing beside a now-open grave, getting soaked to the bone from the rain, and watching as Wednesday continued to dig deeper and deeper. She wasn’t smiling - because why would she? - but it was clear she was having the time of her life. Never had you seen her move so energetically.

“Found you,” Wednesday said. She lifted the lid of the coffin to stare into the fairly fresh body within. “Can you carry him?”

“It would be my pleasure,” you said as you hopped into the grave. Don't be a baby, you thought when your knee ached upon landing.

Even though you were more than happy to be there with Wednesday, you weren’t as big of a fan of dead bodies. Maybe it was the trauma. It’s common fucking sense, you moron, your inner voice argued. No, it was definitely the trauma.

Wednesday stood back and made room for you as you bent down to haul the body over your shoulder. She warned you to be careful with it so it didn’t stretch too much; your stomach rolled at the thought of it stretching in your hands. You swallowed the bile rising in your throat and held on to the body tightly, urging Wednesday out of the grave so she could help pull you up. Well, she tried to help pull you up; truthfully she was no help at all.

"Where to?" Wednesday asked, her eyes wide as she studied the body that you were desperately trying not to focus on.

"Short walk from here," you said and gestured your head in the direction of the mansion. God, the smell of this body was horrendous.

It was a silent walk; with Wednesday it normally was. The only true sound was the rain continuing to pour all around you. Your footsteps were drowned out by the squelching of mud, but it was almost comforting. Truthfully, it reminded you of home.

As soon as the Mansion was in sight, Wednesday's head snapped in your direction. There was a spark of joy in her dark eyes that wasn't unlike that of a child in a candy store. You kept your mouth shut but gestured toward the gates, and she practically ran over to pick the padlock while you trudged the rest of the way.

"Hurry up," you called out once you walked through the gate. "He's getting heavy."

She gave you that murderous stare that you liked so much, but led the way to the side of the house where a single door was located. It was locked; no surprise there. Your eyes trailed down to her boot when she bent down, taking something out of it and getting to work on a door.

“Do you always keep a lockpick with you?” You asked as she continued to work on the lock.

“Of course,” she answered. “You never know when you might need one.”

“Right, right.”

She pushed the door open after only a few more seconds of maneuvering. It was impressive, truly, the way her small lithe fingers could work a lock in less than a minute. But you didn’t stop to think about it before rushing inside to get out of the rain, lightening accentuating the atmosphere when Wednesday closed the door.

“Oh this is creepy,” you mumbled as you walked down the hallway.

You had no idea where anything was in this stupid house. When you had staked it out and brought everything, you had managed to slip through a small window to the basement. Not once had you actually surveyed the layout, so it could take ages before you found out where to go.

“Why do people live in places this big?” You asked when you looked into the fifth cobweb-filled room.

“The Addams mansion is bigger,” Wednesday mused, making you flinch when she silently appeared beside you.

“How do you remember where anything is?” You asked again. She started walking away and you followed behind her.

“Because it’s my home,” she answered.

Of course, you thought with a mocking shake of your head. The body on your shoulders shifted, sliding further down your back and pressing down painfully on your wings. With a grunt, you hoisted it up higher, easing as much pressure as you could and making the weight a little lighter on your legs. For a dead body, he was awfully heavy.

“Find the basement,” you said with a huff. “I’m about to drop him.”

Wednesday nodded at you once before using her sleuthing skills to find the stairs. Watching her work, even just to find something, truly amazed you. The slight tilt of her head when she was thinking, the movement of her eyes betraying her thoughts and emotions, the very methodical way she went through her thoughts. It was all enough to distract you from the burning muscles in your arms and legs.

“This way,” Wednesday called, and youfinally got moving.

Your legs protested, but you trudged your way to where she was standing. Looking down the stairs was probably your first mistake of the night. Digging up a body wasn’t? Your inner voice asked. It was pitch black down there and the stairs looked like they would break if a speck of dust landed on them. You had two bodies’ worth of weight, what if you fell through?

“I’ll go first,” Wednesday said after most likely noticing your hesitation.

“No, I got it,” you said quickly. No way in hell were you going to seem afraid in front of Wednesday Addams.

You took a deep breath in, then essentially fell onto the first step. It creaked, but stayed intact. With a few small nods to yourself, you continued moving. Your feet hit the wood hard with each step, your muscles telling you to stop or they would let you fall down the stairs. But you kept it up, focusing instead on Wednesday’s boots behind you.

When your feet hit the solid floor, you let out a sigh of relief. The hard part was done, and now the real fun could begin. At least, it would if you could find the lights…

The switch flipped and light flooded the room.

“What’s all this?” Wednesday asked, and you turned to face her with a smile as you could finally explain your plans.

“It’s an autopsy da- um.” You looked away. “Party.” Now that’s just stupid.

“For me?” Wednesday asked, looking up at you. Her eyes were wide and her lips were parted ever so slightly; she was surprised.

“Well, you took me birdwatching, so.” You shrugged. “And it’s not like I’d dig up a body for no good reason.”

You walked over to the metal table you had moved to the center of the room and finally, finally placed the body down on it. Even with the body off of your shoulders, you could still feel its weight. The decomposition had stained your shirt and you just knew you would never get it out. Dammit, you liked that shirt…

“Are you going to join?” Wednesday asked as she stood beside you, looking down at the body with a joy that you rarely if ever saw.

“I’ll just be your assistant,” you said with a nervous chuckle. “Wouldn’t want to ruin your experience.”

She turned to face you quickly, the smallest fraction of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. You inhaled sharply as your heart stuttered in your chest. She didn’t even truly smile at you and your heart felt like it was going to explode. You turned around quickly. If she kept looking at you like that, you were going to give her a fresh body to perform her autopsy on.

“Want some?” You asked as you held the Vick’s vaporub out to her.

“No need,” Wednesday said as she turned back to the body. “I enjoy the smell.”

“Well I’m using it,” you mumbled to yourself as you scooped out a generous amount and smeared it underneath your nose. It helped, but by no means did it erase the smell still clinging to your clothes.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” Wednesday asked, that miniscule smile appearing on her lips again and a crack of thunder as added theatrics.

Oh, tonight was going to kill you.

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“Good night, Wednesday.”

Enid sat up as soon as she heard your voice from the other side of the door. Her phone read 11:29pm; you had both missed curfew. Did that mean the date had gone well? Wait, neither one of you had used the word. Did the outing go well? Surely it had, nothing was more tailormade for Wednesday than this.

“Good night.”

She didn’t even pretend to be asleep when Wednesday finally came back into the room. Her movements stuttered when she saw Enid sitting there, staring at her with enough excitement that she felt she was going to explode. This was going to be the best night ever.

“Did you have a nice night?” Enid asked immediately.

Any normal person would have thought it had gone bad. After all, Wednesday was soaked to the bone, coated in mud and grime and… other things, and smelled like a dead body. By Enid’s standards, it would have been the biggest disaster in the entire history of the world. But for Wednesday? 

“It was adequate,” she answered.

She immediately went to her closet and grabbed her pyjamas before heading to the bathroom to get cleaned up and ready for bed. But Enid saw the darkening of her cheeks and the small pull at the corner of her lips before she closed the bathroom door. Thing gestured to Wednesday, and Enid nodded in agreement.

“Our ship is sailing,” she said with a smile, giving Thing a fistbump.

Oh yeah. This was going to be amazing.