#needed this to calm me down from the stress with the men's team

[everybodylovesmusiala]

bayern frauen signings for the season 2023/24 so far. exciting times ahead!

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[masterhallmark]

Rant incoming

I feel like the problem with a lot of Disney's live action remakes (and arguably Wish) is they're trying to appeal to a crowd that no longer exists, namely the people who used to claim that the Disney Princesses were sexist.

All the interviews tend to include, "Well she's not chasing a MAN anymore" which...almost no one sees the princesses like that, anymore. Virtually NO ONE still believes the princesses are man-chasing sexist caricatures of women.

Cinderella is now hailed as an abuse victim who stayed strong long enough to get help to get out of her situation. Anyone who says she should have saved herself is basically regarded as a victim blamer. And it's very clear in the film she wasn't looking to marry the prince, she just wanted a night off. She was the only one who wasn't in line to meet him. She didn't find out she met the prince until he went looking for her!

Snow White is now hailed for her negotiation skills, ability to calm down after extreme stress (she had a moment of panic and had to cry for a bit, but who wouldn't after finding out The Queen hired someone to kill you?), and ability to take charge of a house of adult men. And again, she was an abuse victim, this time trying to escape ASSASSINATION ATTEMPTS. While she dreamed of her prince, it was secondary to her main goal of SURVIVAL. There are also entire video essays about how Snow White gave hope to people during The Great Depression.

Everyone acknowledges that Ariel wanted to be human BEFORE meeting Eric. We all know she was a nerd hyperfixating on humans, and also standing up to her prejudiced father.

We understand Sleeping Beauty wasn't the main character, the Three Good Fairies were, AND PHILLIP WOULD NEVER HAVE BEATEN MALEFICENT WITHOUT THEM! He literally depended on them! WOMEN SAVED THE DAY! But even then, is it really such a sin for a girl to fantasize about romance and fall for someone with corny pickup lines?

We all understand Jasmine just wanted someone to treat her LIKE A PERSON. She rejected every Prince before Aladdin because they treated her like a prize. So why did they need her to want to be Sultan? How did that make her more feminist when she already wanted to be treated like an equal and have a say in her future? Is it only empowering if you want a career in politics?

We admire that Belle, despite living in a judgemental village, was kind to everyone (even though she found the village life dull), and her story teaches girls that the guy everyone else loves isn't always a good guy. What's sexist about teaching girls about red flags? And she didn't start being nice to The Beast until he started treating her with respect and kindness.

Do I really NEED to defend Mulan or Tiana? I think they speak for themselves.

Rapunzel was yet another abuse victim who just needed a little help to get out of her bad situation. In this case, she also needed to learn that she was an abuse victim, and that what Mother Gothel did WASN'T normal, much like many victims of gaslighting.

And don't get me started on the non-princess animals.

Perdita had a healthy relationship with Pongo to the point she was open to express her pregnancy fears to him, and was ready to TEAR APART Cruella's goons for daring to touch her puppies as well as adopting the other puppies. Like, she was so ferocious the goons mistook her for a hyena! She's basically that "I AM THAT GIRL'S MOTHER!" scene from SpyXFamily if Yor were a dog. She and her husband were a TEAM.....but they made a Cruella live action to turn her into a girlboss?! The literal animal abuser!? THAT'S the woman you wanted to put on a pedestal when Perdita was RIGHT THERE!?

Duchess kept her kittens calm after they had been catnapped and was classy as heck. Nice to everyone regardless of social class during a time period where that was uncommon.

Lady stood up to Tramp when she believed he had abandoned her and didn't really care about her. She found out he was a heartbreaker and was like, "Nuh uh. No. You are not doing that to me! You put me through enough."

Miss Bianca from The Rescuers was IN CHARGE the whole movie, and was willing to risk life and limb to save an innocent child. THAT TINY MOUSE TOOK ON ALLIGATORS! And she picked Bernard to accompany her because he was the only one who wasn't ogling her. And then in the sequel SHE DID IT ALL AGAIN! I wish I were as brave as her.

Like, the public haven't accused these ladies of being sexist caricatures since 2014 (Actresses and actors don't count, they're out of touch like the rest of Hollywood) yet Disney is operating under the assumption that the public still thinks that way, hence all the "sHe'S nOt AfTeR a MaN iN ThIs VeRsIOn" talk.

The live action remakes are trying to attract an audience that doesn't really exist much, anymore, and back when it did exist, was comprised mainly of people who didn't actually watch the films. The Disney princesses are no longer seen as sexist, and feminine qualities are no longer seen as weak or undesirable.

[exoticb-utters]

Hello!

Sooo happy I found your blog! I’ve been absolutely loving your Hank McCoy stuff (and honestly allll of your writings)

I was wondering if you might have time to write something angsty- confessing love kind of thing for the reader and Nightcrawler? I’ve always been a fan of his. He always seems to me that he’d be touch starved, despite being so charming.

FORGIVE ME FOR TAKING FOREVER ON THIS 😭😭😭😭😭😭

“Flufftober” series. 3 🎃 Kurt X GN Reader ‘Fluff’ Word Count: 1.2k

You stared at your ceiling. You couldn’t sleep, again. Try as you might, your brain wouldn’t let you get a wink tonight for some reason. 

You roll over to your side with a huff, looking at your bedside clock. It was two in the morning.

You smash your head against your pillow with an exasperated groan. You’d been like this for the past few weeks, on and off thankfully- but it was still annoying. 

You’d been under so much stress lately. Not just as an X-man, but a certain member of your team was driving you crazy. 

It was Kurt, obviously. 

The blue devil couldn’t stay out of your mind, no matter how hard you tried to shoo him away…so you could at least get some shut-eye.  

It was just so hard. He was so kind, nurturing, honest, passionate, and a goof- oh, you’re getting carried away when you should be sleeping…once again. 

You shouldn’t keep lying to yourself like this, giving yourself false hope. He was friendly to everyone, that was just Kurt. And you were no exception, just another X-Men…just another friend.

You sit up, rubbing your eyes with a yawn. Fresh air and a good ol’ walk by the tree line should do you some good. 

You quietly tip-toe down the stairs, careful not to wake anyone at this hour. However, it was unlikely for people with keen senses like Logan. But still, you tried. 

After throwing on a pair of shoes and a jacket, you slipped outside through the back door. 

You made your way down the grassy hills, leaves crunching underneath your feet as you made your way toward the forest. It was dark, with nothing but the stars and moonlight accompanying you tonight. 

A brisk autumn breeze rushes past you, dancing through the tree’s amber leaves. It was so calming, just watching nature move. 

You took a deep breath, the sweet smell of fall surrounding you. Just what you needed.

“Is everything okay Mein Freund?” A startling puff of air sounded behind you. 

You jump, yelping while grabbing your chest with a hand. “Kurt!” You whisper-tell, coughing from the smoke trails he left behind from his ‘bamphing’. 

“I’m sorry to startle you,” He said bashfully, flashing you his pointed canines in a toothy grin. “I noticed you sneak out alone- late in the night and I got worried!” He nervously chuckled, scratching at his neck.

You sighed, shaking your head with a soft smile on your face. “Oh Kurt, always worrying about others…” 

“I just wanted some…air is all.” You add with a shrug, huffing out a laugh. 

“Ah, I see…” He nods his head before looking up. “Well, it is a beautiful night out.” You hum with him in agreement. 

“Would you like to join me?” You ask reluctantly. His yellow eyes shifted back to you, a gentle smile still lingering in his expression. “Of course.” 

With that, you take his hand and pull him down to lie in the grass with you. You both land on leaves and soft grass, looking up at the stars littering the night sky.

While his gaze was directed upwards, his mind was freaking out over the fact you were touching his hand. 

He’s never touched- held hands before. This was all so new to him. Was he freaking out right now? He was definitely freaking out. He was feeling too hot. No, it was too cold outside to feel that warm. There had to be something wrong with him. Was there something wrong with him? Oh God, he’s going to be sick. 

“Kurt?” Your voice pulled Kurt out of his daze. 

“Y-Yes?” He shook his head, clearing his thoughts. “Nothing, just thought I’d lost you there.” You chuckle, watching Kurt’s eyes dart between you and your hand. 

You follow his line of sight before realizing your hand was still wrapped around his. “Oh! Sorry about that, forgot I was still doing that…” You release his hand, a little too quickly for Kurt’s liking.

His eyes furrowed in a frown. Did you not like holding his hand? It was a reaction he was used to, people not wanting to be around him because of his appearance. He was a mutant after all, and a very blue one at that. 

“It’s fine…did that make you…uncomfortable?” He asked you softly, voice barely above a whisper. 

You were taken aback. Had you hurt his feelings? This was all so confusing…

“No, I just..thought you didn’t want to hold mine…” You say, your gaze fixed on the stars, not having enough strength to look at Kurt. 

“It’s quite alright, I do not mind!” He smiles at you, taking a hold of your hand. “W-well as long as you’re comfortable with it.” You say as nonchalantly as possible. There was nothing nonchalant about this situation right now, you were making physical contact with the man you’ve been pining for the past few years! You were freaking out.

“I actually…really like you if I’m being honest.” He randomly blurts out, his statement effectively getting you to shoot up and look at him with wide eyes. 

“Oh, you don’t…feel the same, do you?” He states, rather than trying to find confirmation. He looks down at his hand still holding yours, disappointment written all across his features. 

Before you can explain yourself, he’s gone in a puff of blue-purple tendrils. You cough, waving your hand to clear the smoke from his vanishing act. Nice, real smooth. You scared him off. 

You get up, running to the mansion with nothing to lose…Well, other than sleep since it was late. But you had to find Kurt before he got the wrong idea. 

You spot him in a tree, sitting on a thick branch with his tail leisurely hanging off the side. Was he really just gonna sit there like you couldn’t see him? 

“Kurt!” You whisper-yelled, standing at the trunk of the tree. 

“Agh, I think I’ve embarrassed myself enough for one night! Let me wallow in self-pity alone…please…” He trailed off with a groan, leaning his head back to hit it against the tree. “Alright I’m coming up there-“ 

“WAIT!” You stop your advances up the tree, raising a brow questionably at him. “I-I’ll just come to you…” He mumbles. 

In a flurry of bamphs, he lands in front of you, his head hanging in humiliation. You let out a sigh before pulling him into an embrace. “What’s all this for?” He nervously chuckles, his arms moving stiffly to pat your back. 

First the hand holding, now hugs. Kurt feared he might explode from all the warmth and affection from you. 

“I like you Kurt.” You murmur, just loud enough for him to hear. 

When you’re met with no response, you open an eye to peek at his reaction, just to find a purple flush blooming on his blue complexion. And when you advert your gaze downwards, you notice his forked tail swaying. That was adorable…

“This might be the best day of my life.”

[neoarchipelago]

So I got to reading some facts about red pandas cuz y'all got me back on the redpanda!reader AU!

They sleep like 2/3 of the day and they sleep with their tails snuggled around their bodies like a blanket.

So like. Hybrid reader gets a lot sleepy during the day. Don't get me wrong, she's extremely efficient when she's awake but she'll often nap, anytime anywhere. On the plane back on the evac. While finishing a report, on the couch after a training and sometimes in the gym behind some training mats.

Random places anytime. When the boys don't know where you are they know you're probably sleeping. But the awful stress they got the first few times as they didn't know where you had decided to fall asleep this time was too much to bear.

"what's this..?" You ask with a raised eyebrow.

"it's a chipped tag." Price said. The man standing around, arms crossed.

"what?" You frowned.

"it'll track you at all times. In case we need to find you." Ghost said.

"you're gps tracking me??" You let out, now feeling slightly annoyed.

"don't get on the table... Calm down" Gaz reassured.

You felt your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

"listen bonnie. We spent 2 hours looking for you last time. You fell asleep in a tank!" Soap argued.

You opened your mouth but Price was faster.

"no. No discussion. Either that or your start sleeping in the dorms. Everytime."

"but... I don't control it... I get sleepy... And then I just nap."

"then I don't want to hear it."

Now you just keep it on you all the time. If it isn't a member of the base notifying Price of your new sleeping spot, they knew where you were.

Now the thing about all these little sleeping episodes. Is that what they started to understand. You needed those power naps. Being in the military didn't let you sleep as much as your hybrid body wanted to. So they often indulge you. You get cranky but mostly overworked. Tiredness eating at you if you go a full day without at least two power naps.

Compared to your kind, it's almost as if you didn't sleep at all!

Now they let you sleep in their arms, against their shoulders. You had been incredibly touched one day, as you were trying to focus through the blurriness of your tired eyes on an incident report, seeing the boys walk in with a blanket.

"You took a nap this afternoon?" Gaz questioned.

"on the couch lass! Nap nap!" Soap chimed.

Another thing is the way you sleep. You had first hid yourself away when you met the boys. Sleeping spots into dark corners or only your dorm. But the first time Gaz found you sleeping on an old office couch, he couldn't stop smiling. How you found this abandoned office was a mystery. But the way you were curled on the cushion, tail in between your legs as you held it like a pillow against you, face on the tip.

He bit his tongue, trying not to let a sound out at how cute he found you. He had left, only texting the team to let them know where you were.

Then it was on a particularly hard mission. The first time you had actually slept near the boys, nothing separating you. The small one room safehouse not giving anyone any privacy.

The boys had noticed your sleepy eyes closing themselves as they tried to chat about what they'd do once they'd be home, evac fishing them up the next morning.

You were eventually lulled to sleep by their deep voice, talking in a low tone. Wrapping yourself up again, tail around your curled body, ear twitching at the lack of their voices as they noticed it. The boys were in awe. Gaz admitted he had already witnessed it before. Soap immediately took a picture, Ghost smacking the back of his head before grunting.

"Send it to me..."

You were standing on a humvee three days later, having found out their phone wallpapers was a picture of you sleeping. Your red face as you scolded them from your high ground, the four men standing arms crossed looking up at you, too amused for your own taste.

[soapybutt17]

Labour pt.1

Summary:A mission has gone sideways, you find your husband compromised alongside Gaz and because of it you were tasked with handling most of the mess that came after. What you didn’t expect was to be chewed out and spat on by one Philip Grave. Character: John Price x F!Wife!Reader. Philipp Graves. Simon "Ghost" Riley, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish. OC Children (Joey, Katherine). Price's mother (Beatrice Price). Word Count: 2,160 Chapter Warnings: Misogynism. Sexism. Graves is being a complete peace of shit here. Angst. Reader is literally breaking down here. Only hurt no comfort until the second part. John is being a little bit of a POS here. Author's Note: Song Inspo is this

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part II

You tried you best, you truly did but it was not easy to keep a straight face as you were notified that both your husband and Gaz were compromised because of wrong intel. It was hard not to scream at Laswell because it was her intel that left your husband wounded and barely awake as the doctors were tending to his and Gaz’s wound. It was even harder to reassure both Ghost and Soap that everything would be alright even if it wouldn’t be.

“What the fuck happened?”

No, this was actually the hardest for you as you stared at the obnoxiously arrogant bastard of a man named Philip Graves. He was blaming everyone else but himself. His shadows all nodding along with his rant while you sat in the meeting room. You kept silent. You wanted to wait until he let out all of his steam before you began. But it doesn’t seem like he was stopping any time soon.

“We followed Laswell’s Intel. Someone might have caught wind of it and attacked first.” It was Ghost that decided to cut the ranting.

It’s been a long and far too tedious mission for everyone and it’s coming close to a year now since you and your husband have returned back home. Close to a year since you’ve actually seen your son and daughter and missing out on most of their milestones because of it. You were at your breaking point and men blaming you want not helping in the matter.

“Laswell’s intel was perfect it was the execution your team made that ruined the mission.”

You took a deep breath as the anger grew ten folds because of the man.

“Are you done?” You inquired knowing it was time to talk since the conversation was going nowhere.

As the man shuts up, surprised even with your calm tone even with the stress of the failed mission. You gave both Ghost and Soap a warning look. It was all they needed from you to know you could deal with this.

“The intel was perfect a day or two before we headed out for the mission. No one here would realize that their movement and plans would change.” You explained. “We will do our best to fix this.”

“I don’t fucking need you to do your best to fix this!” Graves spat slamming his hand on top of the table that separated the two of you. “I want you to fucking do your job! Or has motherhood and becoming Price’s wife turned you into an incompetent soldier?”

You blinked, genuinely taken aback by the man’s words. In the years since you and your husband had finally allowed everyone to know about your relationship and marriage, never once had anyone say something as malicious as the man did in front of you.

“I am the best soldier before I became a wife or a mother.” You spat raising from your chair to look at the man straight in his eyes. “Do not use my family for your sick plan to hurt me, Commander. You are not the one in control of this mission, you are merely a pawn that we will more than happily discard once the mission is over.”

“Then act like it.” He spat.

You cracked your neck counting to ten trying to calm the bubbling anger fighting to come out. You still had your resentment and apprehension for having Graves participate in the mission. More than just how he and Shepard has betrayed your team back in Las Almas, you never truly trusted a man that had openly admitted that a woman like you did not truly fit in the military. This moment has cemented it.

The meeting was eventually dismissed and you made a beeline towards your husband’s office—rather, your temporary office while you handle most of the paper works while he was unavailable. You had ensured that the door was locked before the first line of tears had fallen from your eyes.

It was frustrating, to have everything you had worked on since an early age and every single sacrificed you had to make for the family you had created with your husband to be wasted by such words. You were reduced to just being your husband’s wife and the mother of his children. You were not acknowledged as the Lieutenant that had spearheaded in Makarov’s capture all those years ago, not acknowledged as the best sniper in your generation, not acknowledged as the best medic of the team. You were nothing more than a woman that served her husband and children.

Your phone dinged and the sight of your mother-in-law sending you a video of your son taking his first step further broke you as you fell to your knees and wept. Everything was falling apart all at once and you didn’t know how to navigate everything on your plate without being questioned.

~

The moment John had opened his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of his beautiful wife sitting beside where he laid. You were buried deeply in what he assumed were the mission report.

The first thing he had noticed about you were your puffy eyes that weren’t just from the lack of sleep but for tears that he was uncertain what had caused it. Even in the pain that came from his wounded shoulder, his moved his arm gingerly and held onto your hand taking you by surprise.

“John!” You gasped placing the paper work you were signing on the opposite chair that was your impromptu table while you stayed with him. “How are you holding up?”

“Alive so that’s good news.” He tried to minimize what had happened. “How long was I out?”

“A week now.” You answered looking at the clock above the bed. “Do you want me to call the doctor?”

He shook his head, not wanting to deal with a doctor just yet. His time with his own wife was more important than having to deal with the coats.

“What happened while I was out?” He inquired knowing it was better to know what was wrong than having himself second guess and annoy you.

“Mission was completed with the few hiccups with what happened to you.” You began with a sigh. “Had to do the debriefing with Graves and Shepard while making sure to keep Soap and Ghost in a tight leash and stop them from lashing out.”

John tried to decipher the deeper meaning from your words. There was something more you weren’t telling him. It was always like this with you, you always try to minimize what hardship that rested on your shoulders even the lashing that was thrown at your direction at the expense of your own feelings.

“What happened?” He repeated hoping it was enough to have you telling him the truth.

“Nothing you needed to worry about, Captain.” You avoided but how you called him Captain when it was just the two of you.

John tried. He truly tried not to worry but even after he was discharged from the infirmary and he continued on with what you had left off from his paper works he noticed the distance that had wedged itself between the two of you.

No longer did you try to stay in his office longer than you usually did. You didn’t even try to approach him unless there was someone else present. Yes, he truly did try not to worry but it was hard when he knew something was certainly wrong.

“What happened during the debriefing?” John couldn’t help himself any longer and the first opportunity that he had caught sight of both Soap and Ghost without you present he took his chance.

He watched the shared look between the duo.

“Still hasn’t told you what happened?” Soap inquired.

“I wouldn’t ask if she had, would I?” John quipped right back.

“Just some misogynistic bullshit being spewed by Graves.” Ghost was quick to end the to and fro that was evidently happen when it comes to Soap.

“Thank you.” John nodded and a plan was already formed in his head for what needed to be done.

~

“My darlings.” You couldn’t help but almost be in tears at the sight of your children in the airport with your mother-in-law.

With the mission over and done with, you and your husband were finally allowed to be home for the next few months—more so with your husband still recovering from his injuries.

You had wrapped your three year old and nearly one year old into your arms peppering them with kisses as your husband greeted his mother. You took a good look at them, so pained by how grown they were in the seven months of not being able to see them.

“Mama!” Your son, Joey mumbled at you with his small hands gripping onto the collar of your shirt.

You heard your husband grunt, bemused by the fact that your son’s first word was you instead of him. Turning to your mother-in-law, Beatrice, you gave her a quick hug appreciating her help with keeping the fort up for you and your husband. You owed her a good vacation with your father-in-law.

“Hope John would be alright now that he’s back. You know how he is with injuries.”

You peered at your husband that was forced by the doctor to wear a sling for the next few weeks while his shoulder heals. You definitely know how much of a baby the man could be every single time he’s injured. He would do anything but rest and heal. You just hope your children could keep him busy for the mean time.

“I’ll deal with him, Mum.” You reassured her with a smile. “Now, what don’t we go and treat you and Dad to some boogie five star dinner like we promised?” You inquired earning a peck from your mother-in-law in the cheek.

Eventually after dinner with your family, you had drove your husband and children back to your home. John had been becoming moodier as the minute passed, with the pain finally kicking in. Now you had to deal with three children that were getting uncomfortable being confined in the care for more than an hour.

Your patience was already laying thin with your husband not helping with your children crying at the backseat. With your children both in the confinements of their car seats and not being able to move as much, they were no help to your growing fouler mood. Your husband was silent in all of this, living in his own world dealing with his own discomfort for having to deal with the bullet hole to his shoulders and his refusal to drink painkiller to deal with it.

“John, the kids. Please.” You finally spoke, hoping he could finally take the hint.

“What do you want me to do?” He snipped and your felt your blood boil and ready to snap and before you could even do, the sudden ring of his phone interrupted you.

He moved slightly from his seat beside you to pull his phone up and immediately answered a call from Laswell, disregarding your request to keep the kids quiet and talked to the woman with your children crying in the background.

Once again, you felt so alone in this situation. It felt so unfair. So fucking unfair to you having to deal with both children, hoping and praying that bribing them with ice cream or sweets would appease them both, but it only made things worse and John demanding you to shut them up was enough for you to stop the car in the middle of the road.

Without another word, you turned the car off, unbuckling your belt and leaving the car slamming the door shut finally silencing both your husband and children.

In the middle of the deserted road, with the cold breeze of the midnight skies you screamed at the top of your lungs. You punched the closes tree that you could see. Punched the fucking trunk over and over as everything you had bottled up has finally overflowed and you were genuinely worried if you were finally going through a psychotic breathe because of it.

In your screams and punch, you halted as the wetness finally fell against your cheeks. You were truly losing your sanity as you sobbed over and over again for everything you had to deal with in the base and mission. Graves’ words that were meant to belittle your incompetence as a soldier dug through your heart more than you had ever thought it would.

You were tired. Just so tired.

When you could barely feel the tears falling anymore, you let out one last pained scream before finally wiping your tears and making your way back into the car. The silence in the car was a relief as you turned the car back on and continued driving.

“Darling…”

“Don’t, John. Just fucking don’t.”

[m-writesstuff]

undercover - aaron hotchner

chapter 1

lying.

i like lying.

especially when it involves waking up next to aaron fucking hotchner.

we were undercover, playing as the stork killers next victims, jane and aaron hunter, a couple in need of a miracle, preferably one that came in the shape of a human baby. the killer, doctor james hader, who specialized in fertility, had been stalking us for the past three weeks after we visited his clinic, so it wasn’t really a surprise when i saw his white van parked across the street from our bedroom window. doctor hader was a very obvious stalker, which made me wonder if the two couples he had murdered before had caught on to the white van parked across the street for their houses.

i sigh, and get up to go make breakfast, just as a loving wife would do. yuck. so glad my bachelors in forensic science had led to being reduced to a stereotype. 

the bed is warm and seems to be enticing me to lay back down as i pull the covers off my legs and stand. i turn to look down at aaron in the bed, he seems calm in his sleep, it makes me smile. he used to look like that awake. calm and kind, but years of stressful cases while juggling the politics that come with the bau had turned him into a very serious man. we started working together 5 years ago, when i became the first woman on the team and unlike the rest of my co-workers, he seemed to actually respect me for more than my looks. we quickly became close friends, but we never seemed to hangout outside of work. now here we were, stuck together in a two bedroom/two bathroom in the fucking suburbs. it wasn’t that this life didn’t appeal to me. i just didn’t love the idea of relying on a man to provide for me. it made me feel trapped, but this was only my life until the case closes, which seemed to never come.

i reached the kitchen and begin getting out eggs, bread and a tomato. while the bread toasts and the eggs cook i cut the tomato into slices and divide them into two plates. soon enough i have a beautiful breakfast plated and i set the plates down on the table. aaron walks in at that moment, in a white tee and plaid pyjama pants. 

“thanks.” he mutters as he sits down. he’s not much of a talker in the morning. 

“you’re welcome.” 

we eat in silence. once he finishes, he takes my empty plate and begins washing the dishes while i shower and get dressed.

“he was here.” i say when i return.

aaron looks up from the plate he’s drying. “hader?”

“who else aaron?” i respond, grabbing the pan and a dish towel.

he rolls his eyes. “i must have missed him, he was gone when i woke up.”

“hmm.”

“what?” he asks, looking at puzzled.

“its just… well, he always leaves after i wake up.” i start. “it’s like he’s only interested in me. maybe he’s after the women but kills the men to get them out of the way.

”“maybe.” he says. 

i look at him with a frustrated expression.

“what?” he asks while yawning.

i roll my eyes as i put the pan into the cupboard. “thanks for supporting my theory aaron.”

he chuckles. “oh cmon, janie,” that stupid nickname makes me blush slightly, “we don’t have proof he’s after just the women, he stalks them for weeks and kills them both.”

i sigh, “just a thought.”

he finishes the dishes. and turns his body to face me. “keep thinking, well figure it out.” he smiles at me.

“bring it up to the team?” i ask.

“jane…”

“oh cmon! think about it, he doesn’t follow you to work, he focuses on me when we go in for consultations, and he always leaves when i get up for the day.” he doesn’t seem convinced, we stare at each other for a moment, “please? do it for me, your lovely wife.” i tease.

he pauses staring at me intensely for a few seconds. “fine.”

i break into a smile, which he returns. “thank you aaron.”

he sighs and walks off to get ready for work. 

aaron was the lucky one, he got to return to work everyday as the town where we were stationed was only 30 minutes from headquarters. i, on the other hand, got to play house. cooking and cleaning were basically all i got up to during the day. it was dull. but, occasionally, aaron would bring back reports for me to fill out regarding our operation, but other than that i spend my day doing nothing important.

i watch from the kitchen table as aaron grabs his coat and gets ready to leave.

he opens the door, “hey,” i walk over to him, “don't forget we have another consultation at 3.”

he smiles at me, “i’ll be home at 2 then.” theres a pause before he begins talking again, “have a good day jane.” he closes the door.

my day goes by normally, i clean the house, which takes under an hour because i do it everyday. then, i spend the rest of my day on the couch watching the news, desperate to feel like i’m in the field. when i look up from the tv, the clock on the oven reads 1:45. shit, there goes my day.

i decide to make a quick snack for aaron when he gets back. by the time i’m done, i hear the doorknob turn, speak of the devil.

aaron walks calmly through the door and takes off his coat. “hungry?” i ask

he looks at me, sitting on the counter calmly, as he takes off his coat. “very.”

we sit at the table eating the cheese and crackers i had prepared, talking about our days. mine, just as interesting as his. since we were undercover, he was not allowed to be in the field. This meant he was stuck at a desk all day, doing paperwork. exciting.

sooner than i’d like, we hop into his car and begin the 20 minute drive to the clinic. 

doctor hader’s fertility clinic was in a small building on main street. aaron and i rode the elevator anxiously. every meeting with the doctor proved more and more useful but also nerve-racking. hader asked the awkward questions, the ones regarding aaron and i’s non existing sex life. i tended to freeze up once asked whereas aaron smoothly spoke of our fake life. it was odd how i feel when he speaks of those things. it’s like there’s a pit in my stomach… a hungry one.

we sit in the waiting room silently, waiting to be called on. i hear the door hinges creak and grab aaron’s hand, putting on the facade of a happy couple. doctor hader is a small, balding man. he avoids eye contact as he invites us in. his office is painted blue, with a couch that faces his large desk. overcompensating much. hader motions for us to sit down as he takes a seat at his desk.

“jane, aaron, wonderful to see you again.” he smiles, that creepy awful smile.

aaron and i smile back, “great to see you too, doctor hader.” aaron says.

“so, let's begin,” hader brings out our file, “you’ve been trying for some time now, yes?”

i blush, “yes, 6 months now.”

“interesting, you’re still trying now correct, with the meds i had prescribed, correct?” he asks.

aaron squeezes my hand to keep me focused, “yes.”

hader looks frustrated, “you’re certain?”

he knows were not having sex, he’s been watching us for weeks. 

aaron and i look at each other, “yes.” he says.

the consultation goes on for what feels like forever. when we finally get to leave, it’s not soon enough. i could feel hader’s eyes on me as we head out. i grip onto aaron’s arm.

we ride silently for about half the trip back until i finally speak up. “he knows.” 

“what?” aaron says, not looking up from the road.

“he knows were not… you know…” i say.

aaron doesn’t speak for a while.

“aaron.” 

he looks at me as we stop for a red light. “i think you know what this means, janie.”

“which is?”

“we have to put on a show for him.”

i freeze, the gears in my head turning slowly as i figure out what he means.

we have to have “sex”.

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notes: hello! if you made it this far, thank you!! i appreciate you so much. this is my first story here and i'm super excited to share it with you! it may not be that good but i'm still trying! anyway, have a wonderful day!

[devotedfem]

→ Impostor

Synopsis: Who would've thought that your nice and dimpled neighbor was the militar spy stealing information from the government, and the one you have to caught.

K. Namjoon x f.reader

Genre: spies au | yander-ish

Tags: hidden identity, lying, yandere Namjoon, detective reader, betrayal, chasing, violence, whipped Namjoon, a bit of angst.

From the series masterlist; The chasing.

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You sighed tired, hiding your gun inside of the waistband of your jeans.  You’ve been chasing him for months and he is impossible to catch or to even watch from afar. He is like a ghost, because you know his presence is there with you but you can’t see him.

Your boss threatened you to fire you if you don’t catch the target in a week, so you’re anxious and distressed, because you need this job to pay your bills and your rent. If that scum of a spy would just show his face once, and recognize his terrorist crimes, then you can be in peace.

Your muscles were hurt, your body ached like hell and you were dying to drop dead on your bed and forget about everything while you’re sleeping. The chasing from tonight was really stressful, your team was chasing him with no success obviously, that’s why you’re walking towards your apartment feeling wrecked.

But then a nice and sweet voice stopped you.

“Oh y/n, hey,” your new neighbor, Namjoon, greeted you and you could imagine his dimpled and warm smile. You two were getting along these days, and you would be a liar if you say you don’t have a little crush on him, but lately you don’t have the state of mind to be thinking of men. You were too tired.

You closed your eyes for a second to ignore the ache and fatigue of your body, to turn around and face Namjoon, giving him a smile.

“Hey Nam, how’s it going?” you asked with a tensed smile, you were crying in the inside to take a shower and sleep your frustrations away, but your neighbor didn’t take the hint.

“Pretty good, uhm, actually i wanted to ask for your help for some assignments,” he said with a sheepish smile and a charming tone that melted your frustration a little.

He was majoring his third degree, forensic sciences, and sometimes you help him because you were a detective and you have experience in the forensic field, but tonight you were too tired to offer your help.

“Pretty please?” he said with soft pleading eyes, and how can you say no to him?

“Alright alright, don’t give me those puppy eyes,” you teased sighing, your date with your bed will be for later.

You two spent the night doing the assignments, in one point your head was tilting to the side with sleep, dropping on Namjoon’s shoulder. You heard him chuckle above you, but you didn’t care because you were drowsy and his shoulder was comfortable.

Sunlight made you frown with discomfort, you tried to stir your body but something heavy was bond to your side. Your breath hitched when you watched Namjoon sleeping by your side, you two were on his couch and it seems that sleep won over you both.

You get out of the couch careful, trying not to wake him up. And you couldn’t help but nose around just a little to know more about your new neighbor and crush.

And that’s when you discovered it.

What was doing an AK-47 hid under an armchair? Like, it seemed he put it down there on purpose, because there’s no way someone will display such a gun in that way, even less with a detective for a neighbor.

The problem was that after catching the weapon, you pried more in his apartment, trying to figure him out. Coming across with a Russian badge. Kim Namjoon, he was from the KGB, the military spy your targeting and chasing.

You dropped the badge to the floor with trembling hands and bill rising to your throat. A pang of disappointment, rage and sadness took over your chest. Your eyes blurred and you took deep breaths to try to calm yourself down.

You have to call your team and your boss right now.

But that didn’t happen, because you felt an oppressive warm from behind you, stopping your movements. He grabbed your neck from behind, without making pressure but not with a gentle grip either.

“What did you saw detective? Are you going to run from me? Is it my turn now to chase you?” He said with a low and cold voice, close to your ear. Hot breath brushing the skin.

His other arm wrapped around your waist, like a snake catching his prey.

“Let me go,” you whispered, still shocked by the betrayal.

“Mm, 'don’t think so, I wanna play with you a little more before I took you out of this country with me.”

Your eyes widened with terror the second a white clothe covered your mouth, making you fall limp between Namjoon’s arms.

You were so fucked up.

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[thezombieprostitute]

Hummingbird - Part 7

Summary: You didn't want to break into someone's party but you were desperate to see the art at the gallery before it was gone. You're so busy trying to make sure no one sees you that you miss the ever present gaze of Steve Rogers who is wondering why you crashed his party.

Word Count: ~2k

A/N: Reader is AFAB

A/N2: This takes place at the same time as Dream Come True Part 9

Warnings: Death of minor characters, Rough sex, Smut, Violence. Please let me know if I missed any.

Part 6 -- Part 8

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The next few hours mostly involve Steve pacing around his office. You stayed in the same chair you promised you would. As much as you want to calm him down you know this isn’t the time. Steve had gotten notice that Curtis had pulled Teach out of Lloyd’s hotel room and she was safe. Everyone breathed easier after that, but Steve was still stressed. For good reason, of course. Bucky and Sam would regularly find reasons to leave his office because his pacing and stressing wasn’t helping them, either. But you stayed in place, as you promised. 

“Why didn’t you have Curtis take Lloyd out at the hotel,” you ask. “We know he’s there.”

“Pine’s hotel is a neutral zone,” Steve explains. “If one of our people killed anyone there, we’d open ourselves to attack from all of the families at once. Cairo Hotel, any hotel under Pine’s jurisdiction really, is where we have our most important meetings and negotiations.”

“Which is why Lloyd is staying there,” you intone. “So Pine isn’t obligated to tell anyone about any of his guests? Even when they’re clearly dangerous?”

“True neutrality,” Steve confirms. “Otherwise there would be no place for real negotiations, peace talks, reparations, whatever. It’s important for business.”

“So the only reason Curtis was allowed to go get her was because Pine owed Ari a favor?”

“Well, there’s that,” he nods. “But also Pine has standards. He never likes to involve civilians in our dealings. The fact that it was solely a rescue mission definitely helped get Curtis the ‘in’ he needed.”

Your next question is interrupted by Bucky running in, “he’s at Ran’s. Let’s go!”

Steve gave you a kiss and a “stay here” before running after him. You have no idea when Steve will be back but you’ll be right where he needs you to be. 

Bucky’s team is first to go in. They’re the stealth team, taking out guards and others that might raise the alarm. Bodecker’s police cruiser is close enough to hear any gunshots but far enough to not raise eyebrows at the quick police response. If all went well, none of Ransom’s neighbors would hear anything. 

Of course something went wrong.

A scream from within Ransom’s house pushed up their timetable to “act now”. The slow and steady plan was under the premise that Ransom was having a conversation, not that he was being tortured. Bucky’s team focused on making a path to the front door before doing perimeter security. Steve and his team charged up the path they created to the door. 

Steve was first through the door, acting as a shield for his people came naturally to him. Quick firing to take out a couple of Rumlow’s men, he pushed forward, certain that his team would clean up if he missed anyone. Intel said that Ransom hadn’t left his office since his meeting with Teach so that’s where Steve led his team. 

Knowing that the people torturing Ransom were sure to have heard the gunshots Steve signaled his team to stay in various doorways as he knelt down to open the office door. The shots went well over his head and opened the shooters to his return fire. If he missed any, his team had him covered. 

Carefully moving forward Steve was able to confirm no one else was in the office. He found Ransom and called for a medic. The telltale sound of a police siren confirmed that they were moving into the coverup part of their plan. Sam ran into the office, carrying some emergency medical supplies, and started taking care of Ransom. This allowed Steve to look around at the bodies. He recognized all of them but quickly realized Lloyd was not among them. 

“Where’s Hansen,” he calls out. “Anyone got eyes on Hansen?” There was a lot of quiet. Steve messaged the Garbage Men, “Hansen is missing.”

Steve slams open his office door, startling you. He kneels in front of you and touches you almost reverently, whispering, “you’re okay. Thank god you’re okay.”

“What happened, Steve?”

He doesn’t answer and just moves you so that he’s sitting in the chair with you on his lap, holding you close. You start kissing his neck, your signal to him that he’s safe, that you’re okay, that he can relax. It takes a few minutes but he does calm down. 

“Lloyd escaped. You’re not leaving my sight until we’re able to find him.”

“Of course, Steve,” you assure. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Ransom’s in the hospital,” he reports. “Sam says he should be okay. He’ll just have some scars afterwards.” 

“And probably some mental ones, too,” you comment.

Steve agrees, “after he’s stable we’ll get some more information from him. See about helping him. In the meantime, no one goes alone and everyone is armed.”

“I take it you’re not going to be sleeping any time soon?” Steve shakes his head in response. “Then let’s at least get you some food to help you think.” You start to get off of his lap but he pulls you close to him, hugging you in place. “Steve, we’re going to be okay,” you coo between kisses along his jugular. “I’ve been sitting in this chair all day and I need to move. And get something to eat.”

He relaxes a little and lets you get up, but you make sure to not let go of his hand. Even when you’re both in the kitchen and cooking up a little something you’re making sure to touch him. Letting him hug you from behind while you’re working. Letting him know you’re still there and you’re okay. You know it’s the only thing that’ll keep him from going out and maybe getting himself killed. He needs a cool head and you can help with that. 

You’re both startled to alertness by Bucky running into the room. “Hansen is dead. Everett got him!”

“What’s the update on his co-conspirators?”

“Scattered to the winds,” Bucky confirms. “The other families have even agreed not to protect them. If they’re found, they’re delivered to us.” 

You feel Steve legitimately relax for the first time since he picked you up from your apartment. He talks to Bucky for a bit about the finer details of the aftermath; getting Ransom’s cover story for what happened, following up on the hacker who helped Lloyd, getting all of the Family members back safely. 

By the time he and Bucky are done, Steve is beyond exhausted. All he wants right now is to curl up in bed with you and hold you. So when you ask him if you should grab your suitcase to head back home, he nearly growls at you, “you’re not going anywhere.” He takes you into his bedroom and throws you down on the mattress before crawling over to you, wrapping you in his arms, and pinning you to his chest. “Mine,” he grunts as he takes in the smell of your hair, the feel of your skin, the sound of your chuckles. 

“I’m definitely yours,” you assure. “We’ll see about me going home later.”

“You are home,” he asserts. “Can’t be without you. Sleep better, feel better, eat better.” He kisses you with each item he says, adding weight to his words. 

“Are you actually asking me to move in with you,” your voice barely a whisper from his kisses taking your breath away. “Or are you just in a mood?”

“Hummingbird, you’re moving in with me,” he insisted. “Either that or I’m moving in with you. I’m not going another night without you in my bed.” He starts removing your clothing, “I need you. Need you with me every day.” He’s stripped you down to your panties, his eyes darkening at your form. “Please,” he pleaded. “Please move in with me.”

“Yes, Sir,” you breathe. “I’ve just been waiting for you to actually ask.” 

“Let me apologize for taking so long to do so,” he says before he kisses down your front, his beard scratching your skin in just the right way, making you moan. 

He rips your panties off and wraps his lips around your clit, making you gasp and arch your back. His tongue moves from your clit to your dripping pussy before his strong arms grab your hips and he rolls so that you’re sitting firmly on his face. You grab Steve’s hair to help you ground yourself as you cry out from surprise and pleasure. 

Steve knows exactly how to play you to get you to cum so he does other things, wanting to prolong your pleasure, wanting you to drown him in your juices. And he will get what he wants. Every time you try to move your hips or drag yourself away, he grips your hips harder, not letting you even wiggle away from where he has you. 

“Oh, Steve, I’m so close,” you whimper. He smacks your ass hard and you’re quick to correct yourself, “Sir, I’m so close, Sir. Please, please let me cum!” He gives your ass an appreciative squeeze, his sign that you had permission, before he hits all the spots he knows you need him to. He’s rewarded with your shouts of pleasure and a rush of slick. He doesn’t stop. Even after you’ve recovered from your first orgasm. Even when you’re begging him to slow down. He keeps at it until you’re cumming again. 

You’re whimpering from exhaustion and over-stimulation, “please, Sir. Please, can’t stay sitting up.” He spins you both so you’re laying on your back and he finally lifts his lips from you, his beard drenched, his eyes full of hunger.

“Tired out already, Hummingbird,” he chides. “Definitely need to have you here every night. Build up your endurance.” He rolls you over onto your stomach and gives your ass hard smack, making you cry out with pleasure. “Keep you with me, claim this pussy every damn day,” he says with another spanking. 

“More, please, Sir,” you cry out. “Please smack my ass again, Sir!”

He happily obliges, “can’t take more of my tongue in your cunt but you never get enough of my hands on you, do you?”

“No, Sir. Always need more of your touch.”

“Good girl,” he says with another smack to your butt-cheek. 

“Thank you, Sir!”

“I’m gonna claim that pretty little mouth of yours now,” he growls as he pulls you to your knees on the floor, making sure you land on a pillow he’d placed down there. Your mouth salivates as he undoes his belt and zipper before pulling out his cock. You open your mouth for him and put your hands on his thighs so you can signal if you need him to stop or slow down. 

He shoves his length into your mouth with a groan. You’ve done this enough times that you don’t need as much of a warm up but he’s still careful to not overdo it on the first few thrusts. You eagerly take every inch you can, moaning around his girth as he picks up the pace. By the time he’s grabbing the back of your head and forcing you to take every inch, you’re a crying mess and loving every second of it. 

Steve gets rougher as he gets closer to his own release. He grunts, “looking so fucking beautiful like this. Gonna ruin your holes every day and you’re gonna thank me for it.” You moan at his words and he slows down just a little, “play with your clit, Hummingbird. I know you’re soaked from this.”

He was right, you could feel yourself leaking down your thighs. You quickly start playing with yourself and you’re already so close to cumming. 

“That’s it, cum for me,” Steve groans. “Need to hear you cum before I spill down your throat.” At his command your orgasm takes over and you moan and whine around his cock which pushes him over the edge. Your pleasure grows with the feeling of his seed down your throat and you make sure to lick up every drop. 

Steve pulls out of your mouth and helps you get into the bed. After some gentle kisses and some settling of nerves he goes into full aftercare mode. He makes sure to worship you as he cleans you up, massages and cuddles you. As you fall asleep in his arms he thinks about the ring he has hidden away in his closet.

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[sergeantnex]

König x Reader: The Uniform (Smut)

Being a new member of 141, I had very little knowledge of who all were our allies, merely being told I'll meet them when the time is right. So, being placed on the lookout in a new territory and being told someone from our allied faction team called KorTac would come check on me did little to soothe my nerves. A smooth German accent came through my earpiece, informing me the male was headed in my direction. I could hear the male's footsteps as he approached my position from behind. Glancing back, my eyes widened as I took in the sight of a 6' 10" male approached. Red night vision goggles resting over his eyes, his tan uniform accented by the black and red colored gear he wore.

Normally, being surrounded by men in uniforms was one thing, but this guy and his uniform? This was completely different. The sheer size of him and his lean figure graced with such a dominating aura that followed him sent tingles of excitement and arousal down my spine. I studied him as he approached my prone form, his cocks outline visible through his pants. The sight made my mouth water with eagerness to have such a monster of a cock however he would be willing give it. The male moved to lay prone with me and lifted his night vision goggles. With how close he was, I could make out his sapphire blue hues surrounded by black grease paint.

"I'm König, I will be your teammate for this mission." He greeted, his voice sounding calm while his blue hues swirled with anxiety. I offered a gentle and welcoming smile as I greeted him back, giving him my callsign. His name rang a bell, I remember hearing the team talk about him sure. I thought Soap was joking, and he called the man a mountain, but damn! Something about this man excited me, made me feel submissive and eager to please. Was it how much smaller I was? Maybe it was his aura? It could be a million and one thing, that's for sure, but the mission came first.

I kept a quiet casual conversation going with him, talking about where he was from, even talking about him teaching me some German. He seemed to relax the more we quietly spoke, which made me feel warm and jittery. Although this giant male had one thing I didn't. Those sick night vision goggles. I open my mouth to speak only for him to wrap his hand over my mouth and adjust himself over my back. The front of his vest resting against my back and his hips resting flush against my own. His flaccid cock pressing against my ass only drove me to want to press back into him. I could hear the footsteps and quiet talking in a different language, I couldn't understand, as he laid over me.

My uniform wasn't exactly the best to be trying to blend in with the darkness of the night. His did a better job at blending in with the surroundings than my own, and with his goggles, he could see the enemies to see if we were in any trouble. The more he softly rested on me, the more I felt the desire and impulse to seek sexual contact. I took a risk and gently licked his gloved palm, quickly drawing his attention. I could see his blue eyes widen with shock as I peered up at him innocently. His attention quickly went back to the soldiers patrolling the path near our position. We weren't supposed to engage unless they spotted us or got too close. So feeling pretty in the clear, I softly lifted my ass agaisnt his clothed flaccid cock.

He softly grunts as I keep softly grinding my hips back against his. König presses his gloved middle finger into my mouth, letting me wet the fabric as I softly started sucking. I could feel his cock twitch and begin to harden as I lightly moan around his finger. König gently grinds his hips against my own letting his cock rut against my ass smoothly. Once we were in the clear, König groaned out and pressed against me harder. I learned very quickly that most men in the military were eager for sexual contact. Especially men in higher ranks, they were always stressed and needed something to take that stress away. I had slept with my Lieutenant many times due to how stressed he was after missions of after long days of training recruits. I wasn't sure what König's rank was, but at this point, I honestly didn't care.

"Scheiße... you little minx." König growled as he pulled his hand away to tug at my uniform pants. I quickly and quietly undid my pants, tugging them and my underwear down just enough to expose myself to him. I could hear him doing the same before the heavy weight of his thick cock tapped against my ass. He used his hand to press his whole length against my ass as he ruts his hips softly. I slightly pant as I do my best to stay quiet, letting him lift my hips up slightly. The sound of him spitting reached my ears as his spit dripped down my ass. I gasp as he begins pressing his tip into me, and I feel my walls stretching to accommodate him.

"Tell me, luder, do you let anyone do this?" He mocked sinking his cock into me until he was fully seated in me. His cock feeling better than anything I had used in the past week to seek the pleasure of being fucked. König was thick and long, his pretty cock carrying a weight that would satisfy anyone. His heavy balls rested on the back of my thighs from how I was positioned below him.

"No sir, you're special~" I purred, arching my lower back to allow him better access to fuck me. He growled something in German as he began pulling out only to press forward again. The pace was slower than either of us wanted, but we couldn't risk being caught. Of course, we weren't supposed to be having sex either, but neither of us could pass this up. König's voice was low, his breath mixing with soft moans. Hearing such an intimidating guy make such noises in my ear only drove me closer to my orgasm. It was like when Ghost and I had sex, hearing the gruff noises and low moans from my lieutenant were such a weak spot for me. My walls flutter around him as his cock began twitching with his own approaching orgasm. I whine out his name as I began cumming, his hips changing to grind into me as he begins cumming as well.

"Open your mouth, luder. Clean my cock for me ja?" König commanded lightly as he pulls out and moves to press his cock in my mouth. I moan softly around his girth as I take him as deep as I can manage. Licking and sucking away any mess we made until he hissed and pulled away. König and I quickly fixed our clothes before he moved back to my side. His hand softly lingered on my lower back as he checked our surroundings. Once, he was satisfied with it being clear and laid back next to me.

"What made you decide to act such a way? You just met me, luder." König asked, seeming more curious now than nervous as he sees we are safe.

"At first, it was your uniform, the way it frames you in all the right places. It gives you a certain... aura. But now, you can fuck me anytime we work together again." I tease softly but showing that I mean my words. König chuckles softly as he resumes overwatch with me. My excited jittery energy came to a harsh halt when I heard Ghost come over my earpiece.

"Are you done fucking the Colonel?" His gravelly British voice mocked into my ear. I tensed and felt a heavy stone of mixed emotions hit my guts. Embarrassment because I forgot Ghost was on my channel in case I ran into any trouble and shock because this gentle giant of a man was the Colonel of our allied faction. I looked in the direction of where I knew Ghost's position was.

"Ghost... you-.." I started only to be cut off by my lieutenant.

"Yes, Private, I saw and heard every bit of that. Perhaps you'd like a lesson in what I meant when I said I don't share toys." He remarked before going quiet. My body filled with excitment at the thoughts of what he would do to me when the mission was over. Maybe I could convince him to share me with König...

[itsohh]

Despite Part 1

A/N: Female reader, this is going to be like a fic that goes through like keypoints throughout the years. This starts about a year an a half before RE1

Summary: It's not easy being a combat doctor for S.T.A.R.S Alpha team. Stress, paperwork and Chris make your life sometimes a living hell. Yet not everything is bad, theres always one person that you can count on. Your Captain. It's only natural that your respectful work relationship would develop to something more. The calm before the storm.

Word count: 2698

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“What did you do to me?!” 

“You were so insistent that you could handle things I wanted to give you the opportunity to prove yourself. Let's see how you handle Uroboros.”

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Sweat covered your body, a line layer that had you practically glistening in the artificial light above you. The woman slowly stalked up to you with a grin on her face, not one quite malicious but certainly at least a bit sadistic. “Be a good kitty for me and open up.” She taunted, knowing very well that you were unable to open your mouth due to the gag that had been inserted earlier. 

“Hey, there's someone at the door.” The man that had been there moments earlier popped back into the room. His body was almost as naked as you were, only the lacy lingerie he wore remained. With your mouth cut off and your body tied up all you were able to do was snap your fingers three times. 

Immediately the woman went to untie you and the man went for the dressing gown which was hooked behind your door. It didn't take long for her to untie you and you quickly slipped into the robe. Now covered you went to leave the room only to buckle in your step. Both of the dominatrix’s snapped into action to help you but you swiftly recovered and brushed them off. 

Your bare feet slapped on your wooden floor as you approached the door and opened it. At the sight, your eyes grew wide in shock and you almost gapped like a fish. “Chris- Captain Wesker? What are you doing here? At my apartment. After hours.” The panic was obvious in your voice and you swallowed. Normally your voice was rather confident and collected yet the breach into your personal life had that facade drop.

“Mmm, more friends for us to play with?” A voice asked from behind you and went to hug you from behind. Thankfully she put on a robe but you still went rigid. You didn't blame the woman. Moments like this never happened to you. Your work life never bled into your personal life. 

“No. Lilith go back to Finn and don't wait up. Be quiet.” There was a coldness to your voice and you turned back to the two men before you. Wesker had an indifferent look on his face, concealed by the glasses over his eyes. Chris on the other hand was trying to not so discreetly look over your shoulder at the woman. 

“You were paged several times and did not respond. We have work to do.” Wesker was quick to cut to the chase but you frowned at the statement. 

“I see uh….one moment I need to get dressed.” You paused and looked at the two before you stepped to the side. “Come in while you wait, I won't take long.” You gestured to the rest of the apartment. Thankfully you had tidied up for the arrival of Lilith and Finn so all your classified information had been safely tucked away. What you were even more thankful for was that the three of you had confined your acts entirely to the bedroom for once. 

The two geared-up men went towards your living room and sat down. Quickly you slipped down the hall to the bedroom. Surprisingly Lilith and Finn were both getting dressed. “Figured you might want to cut things short, considering those aren't costumes.” Lilith gave you a sympathetic look and you nodded at her. You went to the bedside table and looked at your pager to see that it was on and in perfect condition. There weren't any messages left. 

You placed it back down and started to get dressed. When you were halfway done both Lilith and Finn were done and they gave you a kind wave. “Call us yeah?” Finn grinned and they left the room.

Five minutes later, you were dressed for work and carried the pager out. In your work clothes, you felt a bit more comfortable around the men but the fact that they were in your apartment at all felt like a breach of privacy. They were never supposed to be there, never supposed to know this side of you. 

“Catch.” You threw the pager to Wesker and he caught it without hesitation.

“Either I wasn't paged or it was broken because I never received anything.” Your voice tried to stay at a professional level but there was a bitter bite behind the words. Slowly Wesker's head turned to Chris. 

“Did you page the right number?” You folded your arms. 

“Well, now you have me doubting.” Chris scratched the back of his neck with a laugh and you sighed. 

“Can we go? What's the emergency?” You asked Wesker. He rose from the chair and Chris followed. The three of you started to leave your house and Wesker spoke up. 

“Twenty-four hostages. Four assailants, they are all part of the same class. The assailants have them at gunpoint.” Wesker explained and as the three of you reached the elevator. 

“They're teenagers from what we believe to be the same friend group.” 

“And unpredictable, one hostage has already been killed,” Wesker explained and the lift quickly moved you down. “Despite their guns, they killed the man with knives.”

“It was their teacher that they killed,” Chris said. 

A small sound was made by the elevator and the doors opened into the front lobby. Your pace was a fast walk as they led you outside where a fan was waiting, no doubt with the rest of your team. From the inside the backdoor opened when the three of you got near and you followed them inside. Joseph was the one to hold it open for the group of you.

“Nice apartment complex here, surprised you can afford it with our pay.” Joseph grinned as he greeted you, much to your sour attitude. It was a change from your normal attitude but the mixing of your personal life and professional life had put you in a bad mood. 

“Not everyone spends half their paycheck gambling.” Chris snorted and you cut him off as the van started to move. 

“What's the plan?” Your eyes looked towards Wesker. He leaned forward and opened his mouth. 

-

A collective groan of sighs left most of your teams’ mouths when you all got back to the police station. The offices had become a second home to most of you, a work home. The mission had been a success despite how quick and crafty the assailants had been. They were rather dangerous even though they were only teenagers. 

There had been a couple of close calls but everyone came back relatively unharmed. Most. What your eye had caught that the others didn't was the bullet that had lodged itself in your Captain's arm. Despite the tiredness that had overtaken you, you picked up your kit and made your way to his office. The moment you all had arrived back, he had quietly hidden away. 

You knocked on the closed door a couple of times before you heard his voice. “Enter.” He sounded relatively normal but you could also recognise the tired undertone to his voice as he gave permission. The door clicked open and you slipped beside before the door closed behind you. The blinds cut off all view from the rest of the office as usual.

“Doctor.” He spoke without looking at you and your eyes settled on his partially naked form. Wesker had already removed his vest and shirt which gave you the perfect view of his sculpted body. Yet, you didn't focus on the perfection that made him up but the blood that covered part of his arm. 

“Figured you could use some help.” 

Wesker glanced towards you and then the kit in your hand. 

“I know you're a fast healer but it's going to be easier if I remove the bullet, sir.”

He sat down in his chair but turned it to the side so you would have access. Foregoing any chair you approached the man and knelt on the ground next to him. You placed your kit to the side and clicked it open. First, you changed your gloves into a fresh pair and then started to work. You removed the bandage that he had initially placed over the top to stop the bleeding. It had clotted but you knew your prodding would cause the wound to bleed again. 

“You know, normally I would put an IV and blood pack in someone when I do this.” You started to talk as you got out a disposable cloth and disinfectant then started to clean the area. “But there hasn't been a single officer in this building that has let me do so.” 

“I'll live.” Wesker's voice rumbled over you and you could feel the way his eyes bore into you.

“No doubts there. Anaesthesia?” You glanced towards his face. 

“Not needed.”

You nodded and disinfected your tweezers before you started to work. Gently you pushed on his chest but he didn't move. “Lay back a little? I need the light.” 

Wesker did as you instructed and leaned against his chair to let the light cast down on him. He didn't make a sound when the tweezers slipped inside of him and you promptly felt the hard rigid piece of metal almost instantly. It hadn't gone very deep which didn't surprise you, the teens hadn't been using very high calibre. 

Your tweezers gripped onto the bullet and slowly pulled it out before you dropped it onto the used wipes. For a moment, you examined it. “It didn't fragment, which is good.” You picked up some more wipes and cleaned the area again before you applied a new bandage to his skin. Out of all S.T.A.R.S., he was surprisingly one of the easiest patients to treat. 

“I presume I don't have to instruct you how to look after it?” You raised a brow and started to pack the used pieces into a small bio-trash plastic bag and wiped down your tweezers. 

“You do not.”

“Good.” You handed the plastic bag to the man and he accepted it without hesitation. He was the only one on the team who preferred to dispose of it himself but you never questioned it, not when officers frequently used thrown away things from suspects against them. Gum, water bottles, the works. It could all be used against you. Wesker was a private man and you understood that more than anyone. 

“Doctor,” Wesker called as you got up from your knelt position and went to leave. 

“Yes, Captain?”

“Don't leave until we have looked into your pager situation. I won't be long.” 

“Yes sir.” 

You left his office and closed the door behind you. Your brows raised when you found the rest of Alpha squad all huddled together. “And then behind that super hot redhead chick comes this equally ripped brunette dude and I have to hand it to her Doc-”

“You know Chris maybe if you had more going on in your own personal life you wouldn't be so compelled to talk about others.” Your eyes shot daggers at the man as the group turned to face you. All eyes were on you as you reached your desk. 

“Doc were just discussing how you managed to bag-”

“Chris we've been co-workers for how long?” The smile on your face was bitter and full of venom. 

“S.T.A.R.S. has been together I think half a year?”

“Yeah and how have you not gotten it through your thick moronic head that I like my personal life to stay that and not be my work life?”

“Doc…” Chris’s face softened. “I'm sorry. I uh-” He let out a big sigh and hopped off the desk. The rest of the team promptly started to disperse and get ready to finish up their reports. “I'm sorry, I didn't realise it would be a big deal. That wasn't cool of me I won't do it again.”

Your shoulders relaxed and you nodded, accepting his apology.

“How about I make it up to you? Drink on me.” He grinned. Just as you were about to open your mouth to refuse another voice cut you off. 

“Redfield!” The voice commanded the room but only you and Chris turned towards the sound. It was a familiar sound, it was pretty often that Wesker had to grill someone over something. Especially Chris.

Wesker was in front of his office with what looked like a new shirt. It covered the bandage on his arm and he looked completely unphased by it. “Both of you, my office. Now.” He slipped back into his office and you started to walk with Chris towards it. 

“Weren't you just in his office? Why does he need the pair of us now?” Chris asked you. 

“Mmm, the pager issue?” 

Chris let out a wince as the pair of you shuffled in and you closed the door behind you. “Doctor it seems to me that your pager is in perfectly working condition. When I said for you to page her I was under the impression that you could do that.” His voice was sharp at Chris. 

“I did do it.” He pulled out the two-way pager and handed it to Wesker. The older man let out a sigh and briefly used it. 

“You paged Jill, not the Doctor.”

“Isn't Jill's pager broken at the moment?” You asked. 

“It is and she hasn't been issued a replacement yet. It's been good that she hasn't been on call like you have.” Wesker handed you back your own pager and then Chris’s. 

“Not only did you page the wrong person but you managed to page the only person that would be able to notify of your mistake.” 

“I mean I tried to call.” Chris glanced towards you. 

“My phone's temporarily disconnected.” You said a little too quickly.

Wesker leaned back in his chair and looked at the pair of you. “It seems I can't delegate this task to you Redfield. Doctor, get your line reconnected. Dismissed.” 

You attached the pager to your belt and left the room behind Chris. When the pair of you exited the office Chris let out a big breath. “I thought he was going to rip me a new one.” 

“There's still time. He's probably tired from the whole hostage situation.” 

“Great, that sounds fantastic.”

He went over to his desk and grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair. “Look Doc, I'm real sorry about the whole situation. I'll make it up to you, promise.” 

“Yeah whatever Chris, get out of here.”

“You're not going to stay for too long are you?”

“I just need to write up my report and I'll be out.”

“I'm honestly just going to do it tomorrow, think most of us are.” 

“I'm not in tomorrow.”

“Ah, best of luck to you then.” Chris gave you a salute wave and promptly left the room. 

When it came to writing up reports, there were a lot of forms to fill out and accounts to write down. For most, they took a decent amount of time. For you, they took extra long. Not only did you have to fill out the mission report for your own account but you also had to fill out all the medical-related paperwork as well. Injuries, insurance logs,  what resources were used up were all examples of the things you had to do with almost every major call. All of it had to be filled out. The only person who probably had more to fill out was the Captain. You didn’t envy him.

Time sped by and the fatigue of the call started to overtake you. As you finished up your final report after almost two hours, you let out a yawn and moved the keyboard next to the monitor. Slowly you folded your arms on your desk and created a pillow for your head. “Just a quick rest of my eyes before I head home.” You mumbled to yourself under your breath. Slowly your eyes closed and your body immediately succumbed to sleep.

[neilljcsten]

aftg prompt: something with andrew hacking and coughing bc he smokes sm but acting like he’s fine and normal

ouuu ty!! let me know what you think :)

Objectively, Neil knew Andrew needed to stop smoking. Except the acrid smell of a burning cigarette was something so deeply Andrew, that Neil had no idea how to get him to stop. They were well past making deals so he couldn't pull the same stunt he did with cracker dust (he also couldn't buy him another maserati - Stuart would kill him) and he wouldn't trivialize whatever "this" was by giving Andrew an ultimatium. So he watched.

He watched Andrew gradually turn into something of a chain smoker over the summer. If there wasn't a racquet in the man's hand, it was a cigarette. It took him until September to piece together why; Aaron's trial was set for October and the twins had started meeting with Aaron's lawyer in June. Kevin and Wymack had tried talking to Andrew and were both met with a blank stare. When Kevin tried again at night practice, Andrew threatened to break his own hand if Kevin brought it up again. The rest of the Foxes had picked up on the new tension between the two and did their best to stay out of it.

Things came to a head after their first game. Renee had to step in as dealer after Dan took a nasty hit and the new goalie sub wasn't up to Kevin's impossible standards yet, so Andrew played the full game. The stress of the season opener was only compounded by the possibility of Moriyama men watching from the sideline. There was a small chance there were there and an even smaller one that they'd act out against Neil or Kevin, but Andrew locked down the goal anyways.

When the final buzzer rang out, 11-0 in the Foxes' favour, Neil jogged over to meet Andrew in net. He was startled to find Aaron already there - he usually went right to the cheerleaders. Seeing Aaron rip off Andrew's helmet had Neil switching into a run. He heard Andrew before he got to the net and god he sounded awful. Andrew's body was shaking with each rattling cough he let out. Each one sounded like it was being ripped from his chest, deep and throaty. Aaron must've heard him coughing throughout the game. As a backliner he spent far more time closer to Andrew than Neil ever did as a striker. Neli flicked an alarmed glance at Aaron, who was watching his twin with a mixture of anger and concern. Even Andrew, ever calm, seemed distressed at his body's betrayal as another cough shook his frame. Neil shifted to stand beside Andrew, allowing the goalie to lean into him for support. His legs screamed at the added weight but he would carry it a hundred times over if it meant taking some of the world off of Andrew's shoulders.

"You need to stop smoking." Aaron said in German.

It took Andrew a few tries to catch his breath in between coughs before he managed to bite out a hoarse "no" in response.

Aaron looked at Neil for help and found none. This was officially a Minyard argument. Neil had gotten in the middle of enough of those to know to stay out when he could.

"Listen to yourself. This was one game against a shit team. How do you expect to play the rest of the season if this is what happens?" Andrew's silence pushed Aaron to drive the knife deeper. "What happens when you can't play anymore because you've officially killed your lungs? Are Kevin and Neil going to be offed by the fucking mafia because our team has a shit goalie?"

Andrew's eyes, which had been roaming the crowd for anything to distract himself from Aaron's tirade, snapped back to glare at Aaron. Undetterred, Aaron pressed on.

"If you stop smoking, I'll stop dust. Deal?" Privately, Neil was shocked that Aaron would offer such a thing. Dust was the last drug he clung to from his past life and he downed it like a drowning man every Friday.

There was a brief pause before Andrew spoke.

"Deal."

--

The next morning Neil found 5 boxes of cigarettes in the dorm's garbage can. He picked up a few niccotine patches and pints of ice cream on his run, placing the latter in the freezer when he returned. If half of the pints were Aaron's favourite flavour, he pretended not to notice.

[juvenillia]

~ Death of Peace of Mind ~ 13: call

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader

photo credits go to very talented @ave661

a/n: you can't believe how much fun I have to write König (expect more for him in the future) After I created a whole past story line for Skadi I really think about writing like a 'prequelle' when we're finished the series, what do you think?

CW/TW: mentions of guilt, injuries, jealousy, hurt, comfort, fluff, trauma, unrequited love, smoking, healing,

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Another week passed and a soothing mood hung over the 141. At least over the three men spending their time at one of KorTac's bases. Price declared the waiting of your convalescence as an official break. Him and Laswell had enough to sort out anyways, he wanted his team to be rested for the things that lay ahead for them. Johnny could convince Simon to at least hit the gym with them regularly now. Spending a few hours away from the sterile hospital room. Even if they we're on a break, it didn’t mean they had to go slack around. So, every morning they would pay the gym a visit, pushing their limits, before heading to breakfast and after a quick shower accompanying you. Today shouldn't be any different but it was. As soon as they walked through the door to your room, the heart from Simon stopped for a moment.

Your bed was empty. "That's weird.", Kyle said while taking his usual seat. " 's all ya gonna say?", Simon snarled while moving closer to the bed. He couldn't suppress the fear that something happened to you. Especially when he wasn’t here, when he could have prevented it. He immediately started to observe the whole room. The bed wasn't stained with blood, so at least your wounds were still closed. As his gaze wandered to your bedside table, he saw that the wooden box was gone as well.

Their heads snapped into the direction of the door as the nurse walked through it. A silvern plate with bandages and cotton on it. She looked confused at the men. "Where is she?", she said while placing the plate on the bedside table. "Yer dinnea ken?!" Johnny looked at her shocked. The women exhaled deeply. "Jesus Christ." - "How can you not know where your patient is?" Simon snapped, a small panic forming in his chest. That's when the door opened another time, and you walked through it. Still weak knees but you stood there. He couldn’t handle all the feelings boiling up in his chest as he saw you back on your feet.

"What the hell, Sergeant, what do you think you were doing?!", the nurse snapped at you. Your arms immediately flew in the air in defense, a water bottle in one hand and the common blue box in the other. The sleeves of the way too huge jacket slid down your arms. "Having a smoke.", your voice was soft, and calm. Still, you didn't dare to move. "Why did you leave the bed?!", she walked closer to you. "Ma’am, you'd kill me if I'd smoke in bed.", you smiled at her, still a bit weak but the cocky tone in your voice was undeniable. "You're unbelievable.", she sighed. You put your arms down and smiled at the boys. "Sorry." Kyle and Johnny couldn’t suppress a wholehearted and relieved laugh at the scenery in front of them and even Simon smiled behind his mask. Every ounce of stress left his body.

"Ya still need rest, Skadi. Were ya even allowed to leave the infirmary? Especially smoking?", Simon scolded you after climbing back in the bed again and you sighed. "How long are yer even awake? Dinnea think yer would run around already." - "Greetings from Captain Price. Why do you even have friends in KorTac?" The boys kept talking nonstop and you could only lean back and enjoy it. You missed them, this chaos, during the long dark silence. You were happy to be back with them. Even when you're still felt like shit, you were relaxed. To feel this familiar warmth again. You didn't dare to label it, because you were too scared that someone could take it away from you, but deep down you already knew.

It took you two more days till the nurse, you found out her name was Helen, let you leave the infirmary for small walks and even let you have lunch with your team in the canteen together. You still had to fight the immense pain and weakness, but it got better every day. The boys made sure that you didn't need to carry everything. You weren't even allowed lifting the plate with food on your own. One of them always staying close to you, like a lost puppy trailing behind and most of the time it was the huge scary dog, Simon Riley. "Guys, please, I'm not fine China. I won't break. What will you do when we're back on the field?", you exhaled while sitting down a slight smile on your lips. They couldn't prevent you from getting hurt again, but they would try, and Simon was overly eager to do so. It was his personal mission to protect you. He would never risk to lose you again.

He enjoyed being with you again. Especially the evening smokes was something he didn't realized he missed that much. They grew to become one if his most cheered routine during the last months. That's how you found each other on a terrace, next to each other in the comforting silence again. Nobody dared to break it, but you had to. You could only guess the internal fight he had. "Simon...", he completely tensed as you approached him with his name, and at the same time he felt his knees go weak. You didn't call him often by his first name, it was rather rare, but he hoped it would become more of a daily basis thing. Especially in those calms before a storm. "I don't remember much... but Johnny told me what happened.", you paused while exhaling a cloud of smoke. He was already finished with his fag. Mask perfectly back in place. You faced him with a look of endearment. "Thanks for dragging me out of there...and for everything else.", your eyes met his and he only nodded. You did want to tell him, that he shouldn't feel guilty, that it wasn't his fault, but you knew it was pointless. Million times you heard those words; empty phrases and they did nothing to ease the pain and feeling of regret in your chest. So, everything you could do, was to thank him in pure honesty, with a genuine smile.

Just as he wanted to say something, to extend his hand forward to you, he was interrupted, and an inaudible sigh left his throat. Maybe it was for the best, the way his heart raced in his chest made him feel uneasy after all. "We brought some bread, the younglings recommended it!", Kyle yelled while approaching both of you with Johnny at his side. It would be a lie to say that Simon didn't cherish those moments. All of you together, sharing some bidhs as Johnny called it, talking about everything under the sun. Hearing all of them laugh, relaxed. In those moments he forgot about the darkness this world had given him and even dared to think that he might deserve some happiness. That he might could bring himself to relax and enjoy. But his peace shouldn't be of duration. Heavy footsteps could be heard over the wooden floor.

Johnny's face slightly fell as he noticed the tall figure approaching you. "Du bist wohlauf!" [You're well], the low but all sweet voice of König reached your ear, and you turned around. A smile appeared on your face while standing up. Without a warning he threw his arms around you and pulled you in a tight bear hug. Bending down to press his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent through his mask. "Du hast mir so gefehlt." [I've missed you so much.] , he mumbled amongst your skin.

This hug was different to what Ghost had witnessed before. It was nothing compared to the quick and friendly embrace you shared with Price, or even that one time Johnny hugged you. It felt wrong to watch for him, still he couldn't avert his eyes. "I've missed ya too.", you said calm while parting a bit from him, still he kept his hands on your waist, not letting you pull away too far. "Still smoking Memphis?", he chuckled at you, and you nodded with a smile, your eyes trailing to the box on the floor before looking back up at him. "They’re kinda stuck with me." He didn't avert his eyes from yours.

His huge hands slightly squeezing your waist. You closed your eyes in response, pain piercing through your limbs, "I swear to God, if you keep squeezing my waist, I'm gonna punch you in the balls.", you hissed, and König immediately moved his hands from your waist to your shoulders. "Sorry, mein Spatzl."[German equivalent to dovie but with accent] You exhaled deeply. You missed him, of course you did. One year apart and you pushed him away like he didn't mean anything at all to you. Just like you pushed everyone away. Still, he stood in front of you, embracing you like you didn't hurt him. Treating you, like you never broke his heart. "Don't even think about it.", he squeezed your shoulder that didn't got shot. "I told you, I'm always just a call away. You simply should've called earlier, my queen." His voice could be so soft for his statue. It made you look aside, focusing into nothing as your head started to hang in guilt. He literally read your mind. Your eyes lingered on his wrist, on the bracelet he wore, it sat just over his glove. It wasn't as shiny as you held in your hands back then. Time has demanded its victims. "You still wear it...", it was clearly a fact but somehow also a question. König only chuckled, "Every day, since you gave it to me.", he reassures you. You didn't saw his face due to the mask, but you already knew the smile he wore.

It was Johnny who cleared his throat in one of the most dramatic manners you have ever heard. You turned towards him what made König draw his hands back, a bit confused. "I suppose you already met?", you looked at Johnny. "We keep meeting.", it was Ghost's harsh voice that made you blink in confusion. "How does it come you never mentioned him?", Kyle drew your attention, but your eyes were still pinned on the man next to you, who only stared on the ground in front of him. "We were teammates before parting ways.", you stated simply. König slung his arm around your shoulder again, pulling you in his side. "More than four years of kicking ass’ and taking life’s of the bad guys.", he stated proudly. "Still mad you'd rather accept Price's offer than mine.", he shrugged. "I accepted Laswell's offer." - "Noch schlimmer!" [Even worse] You rolled your eyes at him jokingly.

Ghost didn't dare to look at the scenario next to him anymore. Watching you hug made his blood boil already. His hands were balled to fists, his knuckles turning white beneath the fabric of his gloves. The only thing that kept him sane was the thought that the team could leave this place tomorrow. You did recover enough for the flight, and everything else could be taken care of back at your base. Far away from the Austrian. "Too bad you only returned to find out we're heading back tomorrow.", Ghost couldn't suppress his sarcastic tone, a smug grin behind the mask. König didn't react to Ghost, he just looked back to you, and before he could say something you only nodded. "We still have to catch up." - "I know." - "We can head to my office." - "Helen's gonna kill me when I won't be back in half an hour" - "Yeah, she can be harsh." König's tone became lower and lower with every word.

He didn't want you to leave already and you didn't know if it was good or bad, but it was weird how everything felt so familiar. Like nothing ever had changed, even after all that time. Those thoughts kept your mind busy. After Ghost insisted to guide you back to the infirmary, you lay awake in the sickbed. You didn't deserve all the kindness and affection König was so willingly giving to you. He should be mad at you, he was allowed to yell at you, just like you did at him. And still, he didn't want anything else than to spend time with you, to hold you. Something you couldn't understand.

It was quite early when Simon showed up the next morning, helping you gathering your stuff and picking you up for breakfast. Finally able to leave this room. You longed for your own four walls in back in the base and Ghost did long to be as far away as possible from the intruder. It's almost comical how time can change perspectives. Just some months ago he thought of you as such a thing like an intruder. A threat to the 141, and now? Now he saw people as threat that came too close to you and König was definitely the greatest of them all.

Johnny and Kyle already sat at a table chatting with some of KorTac's rookies they got to know. Kyle had prepared some of the usual breakfast choices of Simon and yours. Simon took the place next to Kyle and you just wanted to sit down next to Johnny as you felt a tall presence hovering over you. König appeared like out of the shadows directly behind you and placed his masked head onto your own. The rookies immediately stopped their talk, and Ghost clenched his fist around the cup in his hand. "Guten Morgen." [Good morning] his voice was still a bit raspy, his hands finding your waist again. "Good morning colonel, sir.", the rookies stated. "Since when you're colonel?", you asked still standing still in place with the weight of König's head onto yours. "Already said we do have a lot to catch up. Eat with me in my office.", he leaned a bit further onto you. Your exhaled deeply. "Please, Mäuschen."[little mouse] Just as Ghost wanted to intervene, his blood run cold. Your words totally cut him short. "Alright, darling. Let’s go." Even Kyle choked on his toast, while Johnny once more looked flabbergasted. König grabbed your plate, before anyone at the table could say something and you moved into the direction of his office. His free hand placed on your lower back, guiding you through the hall.

Did Ghost hear right? Did you just call that bastard darling? Without any joking or even mocking tone. It just sounded so natural. And how good this word sounded out of your mouth. Just aimed at the wrong person. His thoughts were running a marathon and the only thing that snapped him back were the chattering of the rookies. Whispering phrases like, 'that's her', 'didn't thought of her to be that pretty', 'but she still ghosted him'. It made Simons mind running even faster, his thoughts trembling over one another. "Yo, rookies. Shut it!", a dark voice shut them up and they straightened their posture. "Apologies, Sir!" - "Don't dig your filthy noses into the private life of our colonel. Understood?!" - "Yes, Sir!", a masked man stood in front of the table, turning his attention to the 141 men. "Your pickup will be here in four hours."

Those whole four hours were spent behind closed doors with König. His office was like a save zone; he didn't wear his mask. His scars letting you feel immensely more guilt than anyhow. You talked about it. You talked about everything, the way you locked yourself up - metaphorical and literal - not being able to burden anyone with your thoughts, how you joined the 141, the struggle of your current mission (without classified intel of course), what König did in all this time, how he became colonel and of course you talked about the two of you. Things you wanted to apologize for, things you did regret but he hushed you down.

"Are you happy?", he looked at you with his brows raised. You swallowed a thick lump you didn't remember formed in your throat. König sighed and cupped your face with his huge rough palms. Forcing you to look at him. "You deserve happiness, mein Engel. No matter where or ...", he paused for a moment, the words weighted tons on his tongue "... or with whom." You look bewildered at him; his face is relaxed more at your expression and his usual smile formed once more. A smile you knew too well. You stare into the crystal sky his eyes were.

"I see how you look at him. It's in your eyes. The way you looked at me once.", his voice grows soft, but you could sense the fractures of sorrows laying in them. "König...", a thick lump forming again in your throat. That is what you were scared of all the time. The way he could read you like an open book. The way you couldn't hide anything from him, especially something you wanted to hide even from yourself. And here you where, seated next to him so close and calling you shamelessly out. "You don't have to admit it, wirklich."[for real], he caressed your cheek with his thumb. Everything felt so familiar, it nearly hurt.

"Just promise me two things...", you can't help but feel nauseous. The way he looked at you, the way his touch felt onto your skin. You nodded only the slightest, signaling him to go on. "First of all, I want you to accept it, to embrace it and not to push it...him... away.", his voice was calm, steady, and assured. Still, you heard the pain that lies below its surface. His eyes shine at you with adoration, but you saw the pain behind it. Tears did start to prick at the corners of your eyes. He continued, "Second... and I'm begging you, let me be part of your life." You bit your bottom lip, trying to compensate your emotions, but you couldn't suppress them. Hot droplets of salty tears ran down your cheeks. His thumbs carefully stroked them away. There weren't many living people walking this earth with whom you felt save enough to show your weakness to actual cry. König was one of the very few people you could be vulnerable with. But you couldn't promise this to him. A promise is such a big deal, and you would never made one if you couldn’t be sure of keeping your word. You've learnt that the hard way. "Ich versuch’ es." [I’ll try], you said between your silent sobs. His smile grew a bit wider. He gently placed a kiss onto your forehead before leaning his against the spot, his lips just brushed. "Ich weiß. Ich weiß, my queen" [I know]

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[slafkovskys]

owen introducing his baby girl to the umich boys !

she was so, so small.

and maybe it was because owen was so big and this tiny, defenseless two-week-old baby was just wiggling around in his arms still trying to figure out the world, but until you had elaine, you never realized how small babies actually were. she makes a noise of discomfort when owen stops rocking her and he immediately starts back, shushing her, “i’m sorry, sweetheart. i won’t do it again.”

“you’re going to have to when you put her in the car seat, o,” you mumble, leaning your head against your hand just taking in the sight of your boyfriend and your daughter.

“don’t tell her that,” he shushes you before looking up from elaine to you, “we don’t have to go today, y/n. if you need another day of rest, i’m sure that they would understand-”

“owen, if i have to spend one more second in this house i am going to lose my mind. and besides, i think that brendan might seriously never speak to me again if i make him wait another day to meet her,” you sigh, sending him a gentle smile. “let’s get this show on the road, power while she’s content.”

he stands up off of the couch carefully and bends down at her car seat, strapping her in ever so gently. “do you have her-”

“owen, baby, calm down. her bag is packed and i triple-checked that everything is in there. we’re just going to be gone for a couple of hours max,” you run a hand through his hair, “you might want to put a hat on. yours is worse than mine and i’m the one that had the baby. you’re the one that almost fainted.”

“you said you wouldn’t bring that up,” he whines as he goes to grab a hat, “especially in front of the team.”

it was almost thirty minutes later when you were making your way down the tunnel of yost, owen carrying a blanket-covered car seat while you trail a few paces behind. the boys were in the middle of a drill so that gave owen a second to balance the car seat on the bench. you watch him hesitate letting go, making sure that it was completely secure before doing so, but making sure his hands were free just in case. no one notices you for a moment, but you jump when there’s a shout of,

“the baby is here, boys!”

suddenly, skates are rushing in your direction and chatter coming from everywhere. when you and owen send them a glare, however, they go silent. you point, “she’s sleeping.”

“well, wake her up. it’s time to party.”

there’s a sharp nudge sent to the junior’s hip whose name you had not been around enough to memorize, jacob shakes his head, “that’s not how it works with babies.”

“if any of you wake her up, you will never skate again,” you give your best glare, “that’s not a threat that’s a promise.”

owen chimes in, throwing an arm over your shoulders and tucking you into his side, “and i support her wholeheartedly. i will assist her even.”

“okay, okay,” brendan chimes, having pushed his way to the front, “can we see the kid at least? she better be wearing the onesie i bought her too.”

“no, she better be wearing the one that i bought for her-”

“she’ll get through them all eventually. now, i can not stress this enough,” owen sighs as he turns the car seat around so that it’s facing the boys who have started pushing each to get a view of your baby who was still hidden from them, “you can look, but you can’t touch. and keep quiet. understood?”

“i think the freshman’s coming for your job, becks,” dakota chimes with a laugh, nudging at jack’s arm.

it goes quiet as owen lifts the blanket, setting it on top of the car seat. you lean forward to see if elaine was still sleeping and let out a sigh of relief when you see that her eyes were closed and she still had her mint green pacifier bobbing between her lips.

it was almost comedic watching a group of college-age men dressed in full, hockey practice gear leaning against each other trying to get a peek at your child, but they were so respectful about it. maintaining the silence so your daughter could maintain her peace. when phillipe raises his hand, you nod, “when do you think she’ll be ready to play mini sticks?”

“oh my god, we need to get her a space in the locker room.”

“like a designated baby area! that’s a great idea-”

owen makes a noise of disapproval, “she will not be stepping foot in the locker room.”

“i hate to break it to you, op, but she won’t be stepping foot anywhere for a while.”

[mrs-santoss]

Heartbreak - Neymar Imagine

Summary:

Marina is a football player and dates Neymar. He goes to support her on her most important game and that’s when something horrible changes their perspective in life.

If there’s one thing I hate more in this life is attention. And yet, I still chose the most famous profession of all. This is the thing I hate about myself. I’m almost halfway my journey and yet I’m still unsure if I’m happy or not. I loved soccer since i was a kid. I’ve been judged and discouraged by my own parents many times but I still didn’t give up. Maybe the reason I feel this way about soccer is everything I had to change in my life to be in this position. I had to switch countries, I had to leave my family behind, I had to lose some friends, but, I swear on the second I step on the field it’s mesmerizing. That’s my answer to everything

I remember the first day I met Neymar, the love of my life. We’re supposed to start our morning training an hour later today because we got a call the night before that the men’s team will be joining us for training today. I was kind of excited to meet some of my favorite players. I was passing the ball back and forth with my teamate when people started coming inside the stadium. We all gathered around at the entrance to greet them. After I introduced myself to everyone, I laid eyes on the most gorgeous creature alive. He was walking towards me extending his hand for a handshake which I completely ignored due to the distraction from his beautiful eyes.

“Umm..Hi?!” He said half smiling at me.

“Oh, sorry! I got distracted, hii my name is Marina.” I took his handshake and smiled at him, finally awake from the daydream.

“Nice to meet you, Marina! I’m Neymar.” He said while we released our hands.

“Nice to meet you too, Neymar!” I said at him.

“You speak good Portugese, are you Brazilian by any chance, did I get that right?!” He said while making a funny confusing face.

“Ahahah, yeah you got that right, sort of. I’m half brazilian and half french, my mom is from Brazil.” Oh god why didn’t I realize from before that he was this pretty.

We trained for 2-3 hours including the breaks and it was time to leave for home. I bumped into someones shoulder on the hallway.

“Oppss, sorry! I didn’t see ya there!” I said looking up at the person’s face and I realized who he was.

“No, it’s okay. This is actually very good because I was trying to find you anyway and… ask you to hang out sometime?” said Neymar and looked at me nervously for an answer.

“Sure, of course! I would love to.” these words came out of my mouth so quickly I genuinely thought I had scared the guy.

“Ahaha, great. Can I have you number and I’ll call you?” he asked.

“Yes, here you go.” i took his phone and registered my number on there.

“Thank you, sweetie. I’ll see you soon.” he said and hugged me and start walking towards the exit.

What just happened?!

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Here I am 2 years later preparing for the most important game of my life so far. I’m in the Women’s World Cup finals for the Brazil team. The chances of us winning are pretty high, except I’m beginning to feel a little anxious and I’m scared it will distract me.

The game is about to start any minute now and we are coming out of our locker rooms. I checked my phone before leaving and saw a text from Neymar saying “I’m here, bebê. You can do this, I believe in you. Don’t stress out. I love you lots, see you out there. xx” and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Everytime Ney is there to see me play, I get this feeling he’s down there on the field with me practicing like we always do on our backyard. He’s means everything to me, that’s why I feel like I would let him down if I lost. These past two years have been the most amazing years of my life so far, I think Ney is my forever.

We are out on the field. Numbness. Numbness is all I’m feeling right now. I need to calm down. Oh my god! I can’t calm down. Can people see I’m panicking? I hope not. I look at the VIP area trying to find Neymar. I spotted him and he’s already waving at me and blowing kisses. And he kisses his right wrist and reminds me to look down at my own wrist and remember the wristband he made me for good luck. I kiss my wrist too, letting him know I got this. Which in fact, I really don’t.

We are done with all the ceremonies, and the referee blows the whistle to start the game. The second he does that the brain fog I had earlier completely disappeared and I start to think sharply. I start the game passing the ball to my teammate. Everything goes smoothly for the first 20 or 30 minutes. We had a few chances we missed, which only made our confidence drop.

My teammate passes the ball to me and I find a great opportunity to sprint towards the opponent’s goal towards the left side of the field, where Neymar is watching from and has a pretty clear view of me. Once I reach the area between the left corner area and the penalty area, I pass the ball to my teamate in the center of the penalty area. After I pass the ball the other player pushes me on my back with her knee, practically jumping on me trying to get the ball the was already passed on. I felt a shocking pain that started from my spine and went down to my legs and I fell on the field on my stomach. It was the most horrible pain I have been in. On the other side my teamate misses the shot and the game went on for a couple seconds before someone noticed me screaming my guts out and starts running to me. Everything is blurry. Everytime someone touches me, I yell begging them not to. The worst thing about this wasn’t the unbearable pain, it was the fact that I couldn’t move my legs at all. This causes me to also start panicking. The medics arrive, they examine me quickly and ask me a bunch of questions which i can’t give the answer to any of them. I can hear yelling, screaming, people calling for help, I have no idea what’s going on, all I feel is pain.

Neymar’s POV:

She was scanning the crowd trying to find me and when she did I was already trying to let her know I’m looking at her. I kiss my wrist trying to remind her the wristband I made for her to let her know I’ll always be next to her on the field speaking encouraging words to her. She kisses her wrist back but she hardly makes an expression on her face. I know that face. I know that feeling. She was scared and anxious. I prayed to god that wouldn’t affect her throughout the whole game. Everything went smoothly for half an hour until Marina had a chance to sprint towards the goal and make an assist. I was yelling encouraging words to her, telling her to keep going. What happened next made my blood run cold, and made my heart stop beating.

She got hit behind her back and fell on the ground screaming the guts out. I never saw her like this in the two years we’ve been together. I stood up with the rest of the crowd yelling to stop the game. She was in unbearable pain, I couldn’t watch it, she was suffering. I felt like someone is cutting my chest open and snatching my heart out. I could tell she was also panicking and unaware of her surroundings. I left my position and made my way to the small entrance wanting to go on the field next to my girlfriend who was suffering and she needed me to at least be there. The guard stopped me, they told me it was best to go in the hallway inside and meet her there.

I waited there watching everything. I didn’t realize I was shaking myself. I could tell my skin was as pale and yellow as the Brazil shirt I had on. She continues screaming and covering her face with her hands. Once the put her on the stretcher and started to carry her inside, that’s when i left the stadium to go inside.

I’m running behind her, she notices me and reaches her hand out to me. I grap her hand and kiss it repeatedly and I place her hand on my chest and caress her cheek with my other hand.

“NEY, I CANNOT FEEL MY LEGS!” she said panicking and screaming. My blood ran cold once again, I tried my best not to make any facial expressions that would freak her out.

“I know, bebê. I know, amor. Everything will be okay I promise. You need to calm down first, okay?” I was trying to get her to forget about the pain at least for a while while I’m rolling her stretcher with the paramedics toward the ambulance.

“ NEY-, I CAN’T. TOO MUCH PAI-“ she says.

“I know, I know, I know, bebê. Shh…shhh, we’re almost there. Breath slowly, meu amor. You’ve got this.” I’m encouraging her but honsetly, I’m saying these words to myself also. Her crying and screaming makes me feel so helpless and weak.

“NEYMAR, MY LEGS. MY LEG-AGHH” she screams her heart out.

This is it. I can’t hold it back anymore. I let my tears fall and kiss her forehead repeatedly. What if she doesn’t get better, what if she’s actually in risk for her life?

“Marina, meu amor. We’re almost there, you can do this. I know you can. I know you’re in pain but please hold on tight.” I say almost like I’m the one in more pain now.

We reach the ambulance and they roll her in. I hop inside to sit next to Marina’s head caressing her cheeks and kissing her forehead repeatedly.

She groans in pain, and begs for the pain to go away. I lay my face close to her head kissing her cheek near her ear repeatedly and whispering sweet nothings to her.

“Shh…shhh, you’re so strong bebê. You got this! It’s okay. You’re in good hands. I’m here, I won’t leave your side.” I kept whispering in her ear and kissing her hoping this will help her breath normally and calm down at least a little bit. And it does, she regulates her breath a little bit.

We reach the hospital and they wheel her into the emergency room. I run after the stretcher until I can lo longer see her. Right before she gets out of my sight, after everything she’s going through she cracks a small smile for half a second before pain overtakes her again. I sadly smile back mouthing “ I love you” to her.

After I can’t see her anymore, My legs give in and I sit on the chair. I think about all the possibilities. I decide to block these thoughts for a moment and reach my phone to call her parents, her team and my sister. I need her here to support me.

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I’m pacing back and forth on the hallway. They still aren’t informing us about anything. Rafa reaches her hand out to me telling me to sit and calm down.

“I can’t take it anymore. WHY IS IT TAKING SO LONG TO SAY SOMETHING PUTAA” i begin to lose my temper.

Right after I yell that, we hear the door slide open and the doctor in charge comes out. Me and Rafa sprint near the doctor’s side asking for answers.

“How is she? Is she okay? Is she awake?” I ask a bunch of questions without taking a break. Rafa places her hand on my shoulder signaling for me to let the doctor talk.

“I have to say first, she is a very lucky woman. Is the hits would’ve been two centimeters more to the left side she would have been paralyzed from the waist down. But, fortunately she’s okay now. She will need to go through a long physical therapy before she goes back on the field again.” he said almost showing to expression in his voice whatsoever. Like he’s used to this.

“Can I see her?” I ask immediately.

“Yes you can, but please make it quick.” He said and left.

I go inside. I ooen the door and see her laying on the hospital bed hooked up to a bunch of things. She is slightly out due to the pain medications they gave her but she was awake. She tries to reach her hand out to me and fails with no energy. I sense this and run to sit next to her and grab her hand.

“Marina? Can you hear me , meu amor. Can you respond?” I ask her.

She nods her head for confirmation and begins talking slowly.

“Am I- okay, Ney? Am I paralyzed?” She asks slowly.

I explain everything to her and ler her know she needs time but she will be okay.

“I knew you were strong, bebê. You did amazing. I will be with you throughout all this after we get out of here. I will take care of you with my own hands and help you recover faster.” I promise her feeling as if this was my fault for no reason.

“I know, meu amor. And I love you, Ney.” She said weakly.

I kiss her forehead and hold her hands tighlty.

“I love you too, meu amor. Please, don’t scare me like this ever again.” I want her to promise me.

“I promise, bebê.”

[theautisticwriter]

Yandere! Crows X G/N Reader/ Yandere Jesper Fahey X G/N Reader

Characters- Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Nina Zenik, Mathias Helvar, JESPER FAHEY, Wylan Van Eck

Show- Shadow And Bone

Genre- yandere, romantic, polyamorous

Summary- you'd recently moved to Ketterdam, and unbeknownst to you, caught the attention of some crows. or in other words, your first interaction with each crow.

Warnings- stalking, catcalling, swearing, uncomfortable situations, drunk men, descriptions of guns, threats, threats of death towards other people, insults/name calling towards reader, let me know if I’ve missed anything

Word count- 2.4K

Extra Notes-  Due to how long each characters introduction is, I've split this into multiple parts, you can find the links to each crows interaction with the reader here. The links will be added as each part is uploaded.

This is a part of a series I will be doing about the crows as yanderes, it is a polyamorous series. I suggest following the order for the introductions so it makes more sense. This series will have its own section on my shadow and bone masterlist, everything else I write about these characters will be seperate to this story unless it is under that section.

I have only seen the show, I am currently reading the first shadow and bone book, so be aware that my knowledge on the characters is currently limited to what is shown in the show and the few spoilers I have for the books.

Wylan Van Eck(1)  Nina Zenik(3) Kaz Brekker(4) Inej Ghafa (5) Matthias Helvar(6)

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︻╦╤─Jesper Fahey︻╦╤─

Jesper had been stressed, to say the least. Ever since Wylan had barged through that door, looking flustered and practically insane rambling on about how you spoke to him, touched him, and let him walk you home the crows had been in disarray.

They hadn't expected for that to happen, that wasn't apart of the plan Kaz had made, which despite the excitement of an interaction gone well had sent him into a blind panic as he tried to work out how to move forward with a new plan. Nina was jumping in her seat at Wylan's story, cooing and clapping at all the little details. Matthias looked to be almost unfazed, but his head was spinning as his hand laid on Nina's waist keeping her from jumping at Wylan.

Inej was pacing the room, thinking of all the ways this could go right and wrong, and Jesper? Well, Jesper was now itching to talk to you, touch you and walk you home. After calming Wylan down, and sitting him on the couch, all the crows had surrounded him, asking him question after question and he gave them answer after answer.

This was a group effort, they were a team, and therefore that meant they would all now have to meet you. It was only fair if this was going to work. After much planning from Kaz, and relentless back and forth banter from the crows, the plan was formed.

They would continue stalking protecting you every night. One crow a night would watch you from the shadows and ensure that you made it home safe and sound. If the opportunity arose for one of them to talk to you, they would now take it. They could not discuss this plan with you, they could not mention that they knew each other, they could not mention their job, they could not mention their true intentions. They could just meet you.

And this had Jesper giddy, because it was his turn to watch you next.

Standing in a dark alleyway, one with enough light to see yourself in a mirror clearly, but enough darkness to melt into if needed, Jesper stared at himself in his hand mirror, hands stroking his face as if trying to mould it into something new.

If he was to speak with you tonight, if this was his grand moment to shine above them all, he had to look good. And I don’t mean his normal good, no, I mean better than he had ever looked before. He had to impress you, charm his way into your little heart until there was no way to get him out. Until you were stuck with a fondness for him that had you trapped.

His guns were polished to utter perfection, they almost had a glow to them. They were tucked behind his jacket, his best jacket, in their slots. He didn’t want to use them, but if he had to he wanted them to amaze you.

You were inside the club he was stood outside of, a rival club, but you didn’t know any better. Your friend had dragged you there for a ‘fun night out’. Fun, maybe for someone with the lowest of standards, but you couldn’t have much fun in that place. The architecture was lousy and old, the tables weren’t cleaned properly and the staff were treated like objects rather than human beings and the people were pricks.

Jesper knew it was, well, childish to have such a harsh opinion on everyone who walked into a club that didn’t belong to him, but that was business! Clearly those people were either too naive to realise what they were missing out on, or they were too dumb to care. Your friend was too dumb to care, and therefore a prick.

He knew you had better taste than that.

As if on cue, the door to the club opened and someone stepped out. His mirror flicked to the side so that he could see who it was, and oh, it was you. Lovely, breathtaking you. As quickly as he had seen you, Jesper’s body had merged with the darkness, his mirror shoved into his pocket so the light wouldn’t catch it. His eyes followed your figure as you lent against the wall just next to him. If he moved forward even slightly, chances are you would see him. How thrilling.

You took some deep breaths, as if to calm yourself down as you let the cool air of the night envelop you in it’s bitter embrace. Jesper had the time to wonder what had happened, why you had left your friend in the club to stand outside in the freezing weather. Had something happened? Subconsciously, his hand rested itself besides the gun on his right side, ready to defend you from whatever had thrown you.

He continued to stay still and watch you, as you seemed to breath through your troubles, mind clearly wandering every now and then. He so wished he could read it, how easy it would be to help you if he always knew exactly what you wanted, what you needed.

He just wished-

The doors to the club opened with a loud bang, a bang usually made by a drunken man slamming it open. Two men stepped out, one seemed to be walking just fine, one foot in front of the other with ease, the other walked with a slight wobble in his step, clearly his mind was clouded with alcohol. Jesper heard your breath hitch, and felt his finger twitch towards his gun.

“Heyyy there hot stuff, why’d you leave? It’s cold.” The drunken one slurred out, a hiccup following shortly after he’d finished talking. Jespers hand had found itself wrapped around his gun, waiting.

You were at war with your mind, unsure of whether you should step forward to give you an easier chance at running, or to press yourself further into the wall, just incase you could become one with it. Just incase it could take you away from this very unpleasant situation.

“Ah, um, my apologises gentlemen, but like I said inside the club, I’m just here with my friend tonight.” You reminded them, hoping they would take the very obvious hint. The drunk man lolled his head back like a toddler, stamping his foot like one too. His slightly more sober friend clicked his tongue in distaste. “Yeah yeah, well your friend is currently throwing himself at one of the bartenders, and we don’t want to leave you all alone. There’s dangerous people out there.” The clear threat in his tone made you tense up, and you opted to step to the side, away from the wall and towards the path.

“And I appreciate that, but I’m not interested in going with either of you. So if you don’t mind, I’ll be going back inside now.” You hoped, prayed to every single saint you’d heard of that they would just let you go back inside and you could shove yourself in a corner until your friend could walk you home. But of course, men are never that kind are they?

In a swift step forward the man who spoke to you last blocked your path to the door, causing you to step back, hands at your chest. “I do mind, actually.” He said, his friend snickering to himself at the look on your face. That terrified look on your face.

Jesper couldn’t take it anymore, he had thought his first interaction with you would be something more classy, but playing the hero would do just nicely. Stepping into the light finally, his hands buried next to his guns, he spoke.

“Evening gents,” He began, making all three of you look at him. He felt a rage build up inside of him as he realised that the first time you saw him, you looked at him in fear. He couldn’t blame you, you had no idea who he was or what he was about to do, but he’d prove he was worthy of a smile, just like Wylan was. “What’s going on here then?” He asked, that winning smile painted across his face.

“None of your business mate, fuck*hiccup*off.” The drunken one spoke out again, turning to face him as he pointed a finger at him in a warning. Jesper stifled a laugh. “Actually, it is my business. Because that-” Jesper pointed at you, sending you a wink he hoped would reassure you before continuing “-is my partner.” Oh it felt good to say that, even if it was a lie.

Your face held a look of sheer confusion as you looked at him, and he looked back. You held each other’s gaze, and you felt the tension in your body die down slightly at the look he gave you. A look only someone with good intentions could give. You nodded at him and steadied yourself to play the part as he without hesitation moved towards you, throwing an arm over your shoulder and squishing you into his side.

You raised your hand to grab his, leaning into his comforting hold as much as you could. Jesper’s heart was punching his chest, he couldn’t wait to brag to everyone that you held his hand AND snuggled into his side. But he would focus on that later.

The other man scoffed, a look of annoyance taking over his features. “They didn’t say they were taken.” He said simply, as if that justified anything. “Well they said that they weren’t interested, didn’t they? Did your mother raise you at all?” Jesper taunted, watching a flash of anger pass by in the men’s eyes. “Listen mate, that little slut didn’t say-” and they were silent after that.

You tucked your head into the strange man’s side, looking around to try and figure out what had caused they’re outburst to stop. They looked petrified, frozen solid in fear. You caught the drunk ones eyes and followed them to whatever they were stuck on. Your breath hitched for the second time that night as you stared at the gun in the man’s pocket. He’d purposefully moved his jacket to show it off, a threat. A deadly one. The man squeezed your hand once he realised you’d seen the weapon, trying to tell you he wouldn’t use it on you. You readjusted yourself in his arms to be practically hiding in his jacket, and he tightened his grip protectively.

“L-look buddy, we’ll just go-” The drunken man seemed to have startled some sobriety into himself as they both backed up. “Yes, you will. And you won’t come back, right fellas?” They nodded their heads at a rapid speed, noises of fear escaping their once taunting lips. “If I do ever see you again, I hope you both have taken the time to learn what “no” means, most children know it, but I get it can be hard to understand when you don’t have much going on up there. Or down there.” Jesper had a smirk etched onto his lips, and you almost laughed at the final comment. The men ran down the street, and you both watched as they disappeared. You let out a sigh of relief, and your ‘partner’ moved his arm down to yours as he pulled you in slightly closer.

“You alright love?” He asked, his threatening aura being replaced with a gentle one. You nodded as you looked up at him, the lights in the street really did wonders on his face. “I am now, thank you, sir, you have no idea how much I appreciate it.” Jesper shook his head, on his face he wore a fond smile. “Anytime darling, and since we are partners, we should probables know each others names.” He joked about the partners comment, and you laughed at it. ‘Boom, take that Wylan’ he thought to himself only half-joking. He removed his arm from around you and stood in front of you. He held both of your hands in his own, and lifted them up to his lips- placing a ghost of a kiss on them. Your face flushed at the act. “I’m Jesper.”

You graced him with a bright smile, one that made his head fuzzy and his face copy it back at you. “I’m y/n.” His smile grew, of course he already knew your name. They’d all known it for days now. But having you tell him? It felt good. “Y/n, a beautiful name. Fitting.” He teased, with caution however, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. You’d had enough of that for one night.

You laughed in a flustered way, head moving to the side slightly. “Now please,” Jesper let go of your hands and extended you his arm, “let me walk you home?” You accepted the offer, wrapping your arm around his as he playfully pulled you to his side laughing.

Oh, he could get used to this.

And he couldn’t wait to tell his crows.

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[darkherolovercroissant]

Falling On Deaf Ears

Library

Simon Ghost Riley X Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings:Angst, Death, bit of fluff at the beginning, but it goes downhill fast.

*Readers callsign is Bishop*

I saw @edible-tidepods wanted a story written, so I wrote it. I hope this suits you!

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The howling of the wind was heard inside of the small barn they had set up camp in for the night. You were right beside Ghost, trying to eat your food you were gave. You were shaken up badly today. Just barely making a swift getaway and dodging two sniper shots. You were scared, but now that you had made it this far, you had started to calm down.

“You feeling any better, love?” Ghost asks quietly

You nod and he hums in satisfaction before going back to his food.

“The sniper wasn’t what I was afraid of.” You whisper, which brings his attention back to you.

“What are you afraid of?” Ghost asks

“Dying alone. You guys were far from where I was. I was afraid that I was going to die alone.” You reply

“Listen to me, love. You got me and the rest of the boys to protect you. I also know you’re one tough bastard, so I know you can handle yourself out there. You won’t die alone, you won’t even die so please don’t stress yourself out.” Ghosts voice wavers a bit but finished off stronger than before.

You nod and he squeezed your hand. You felt safe when you were with the group, but those odd times where you get separated, you can’t help but let those “what ifs” enter your thoughts.

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“The plan is simple, we cut across the bridge, we open up the main roads and we swallow them up.” Laswell finished the briefing and Soap nudged you and smiled

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He smiled

“Running over the plan mentally in my head” you reply.

“Don’t think too hard, that’s how you get distracted.”

The briefing was finished and you all were dismissed to hear up for the final push. You double layered when you saw the snow falling heavier than yesterday.

“It’ll be easier for us to blend in with the snow, keep footprints light and remember no gunshots unless necessary.” Price says

You follow behind Ghost who managed to block the snow with his huge figure. Crouching behind the wall, Price fills out the teams.

“Gaz you’re with me and Farah. Soap, you’re with Ghost and Bishop.”

You could feel your fingers start to get cold, rubbing your hands together, Ghost discreetly hands you a pair of his gloves that you slipped over yours. You followed behind the two men as you tread over the bridge. Thankfully the snow had picked up and you were certain you were fully covered by Mother Nature.

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The snow had completely taken over and made it damn well impossible to see. You had reached out to grab Ghost before he completely was invisible and he pulled you behind him to the one wall of the facility to regroup.

“You doing ok, Bishop?” He asks

You nod frantically and he continues pulling you to where you two needed to be to help Soap clear a building. You blinked once as you followed him down a path, when your eyes opened again, he was gone. That quick. You rush forward, but you came to a standstill when there was three paths that you were presented with.

The one on the left had faint footprints that were being covered by the snow, so following them, you saw the facility’s building you were supposed to clear. The only problem, Ghost was nowhere to be found. He surely hadn’t passed this empty tarmac to the building, so it became clear you had took a wrong turn. Rushing back down the alleyway, you look to find where Ghost had disappeared to.

Ghost hadn’t known you went missing until he stopped to ask for your flare. That’s when he was made aware you had got separated.

“Bishop, this is ghost. How copy?”

“Bishop, how copy?” He tries again.

“Do you want me to find her?” Soap came over the coms

“Negative. You finish this and I’ll go for her.” Ghost says

Soap agreed and finished off the enemies while Ghost went on the search for you.

“Bishop this is Ghost. How copy?”

What the fuck had happened to your coms? He just hoped that you were safe somewhere.

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You were lost in the snow, completely unable to see. You began to panic as you didn’t know what lurked in the snow, your fears got the best of you and you began to think that you could die, right here and alone.

You heard footsteps crunching in the snow, you braced yourself for what was out there. Your eyes caught a big figure out of the snow, you smile seeing the familiar figure coming into focus and you rush to get up.

It’s only when they come fully into view, that you fucked up big time. It wasn’t Ghost, but a bigger enemy that had shown up. He had yet to spot you, but you panicked and raised your gun and took a shot. Dropping him, you took a moment to collect yourself. What you didn’t take into consideration was the quick bit of light your gun gave off, which was all the sniper needed.

You felt the bullet enter your chest. You gasp out and fall backwards before collecting yourself and pulling yourself to move. Surely they’d have a scout coming to check for a fatality.

———

“you hear that?” Soap asks over coms

“I just hope they didn’t hit their target” Ghost replied shakily

“Im sure y/n is fine. They’re a tough bastard” soap says as he scans the tarmac and anywhere he seen footprints

The search for you had been going on for over an hour now and Ghosts heart kept beating faster as he took longer to find you.

“Bishop, this is Soap. How copy?” He tried this time, but to no one’s surprise, you didn’t answer.

You weren’t sure why your coms weren’t working, but there was nothing worse than have dead coms when the team weren’t near you. You had slipped and fallen into a corner and tried to patch yourself up, but the way your limbs were growing heavy, you knew it wasn’t going to go your way.

“I didn’t want to die alone.” Your voice was weak but at least you heard it. Your head fell to the side as your breathing grew weaker and you just accepted that was it. A mission gone wrong, a mission you wouldn’t be returning from.

Seeing a figure emerge from the snow, you about panicked with what little strength you had left, but when you saw the mask, you smiled weakly.

Using all your energy, you reached out your hand and used what little bit of voice to call out for him. However it was impossible to hear your faint voice over the howling winds. Your heart broke when you watched him walk right by you and your hand fell to your side.

Ghost was trying to look for prints, but the snow made it entirely impossible. When Price had arrived, Gaz and him spread out to cover more grounds. Laswell had joined too and Ghost began to feel his eyes sting when he hadn’t heard from you in so long.

They were clearing the docks, when Soap came over the coms.

“I found them.” His voice came over the radio

Ghost sighed in relief and rushed to where Soap said he was. It was when he got there that he saw you, feeling his heart stop for a minute. He was just through here, he walked right by you and didn’t even know. Guilt washed over him as he kneeled by you and picked you up. Carrying you by the rest of the team, he saw Price tilt his head down and Laswell turned away, unable to look at the sight.

Soap followed right behind, worried for Ghost who had grown to love someone, only to have them taken away. He sat alone in the aircraft, holding your body close to his as he grieved yet another loss in his miserable life.

“Im sorry I couldn’t find you. Had I only been mo- had I only been more cautious, you’d still be here” his deep voice broke.

“Im sorry I couldn’t find you. Im sorry I broke my promise.” He cried into your shoulder.

However just like your voice when it called out to him, his apologies and begging were falling on deaf ears.

You’d never know how much grief he’d carry with himself, how he wanted to know everyone’s location from then on during missions. Soap would never admit it, but he cried himself to sleep one night when Ghost yelled at him for not answering his coms.