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Wildflower

What should Ghost give during Valentine's Day to Jade when she's an actual florist who sees flowers literally every day?

Pairing : Simon “Ghost” Riley x Charlotte “Jade” Le Jardin (OC) Word Count : ~ 6.4k words Warning : Full on fluff-fest, a slight angst, and the good o'l cursings.

Title and story inspired by the song 'Wildflower' by Clay Finnesand and 'La Vie en Rose' by Louis Armstrong.

February 14th.

Fucking Valentine’s day - a day full of love, they said.

He never really celebrated or cared about any of those kinds of days where people commemorate shit like love. For him, it's just like any other day. He woke up today and did his workout before he went on jogging.

However, that day is different as he saw countless red and pink decorations in every store in his apartment neighbourhood, offering Valentine's day discount for couples. He swore he saw more couples walking down the street than usual, that he even saw a man propose to his girlfriend when he was jogging.

Looking at them, Ghost remembered,

He already confessed to Jade during the New Years.

Yep. He did.

Across the London Eye, when the fireworks painted the infinite black, the chimes of Big Ben rang throughout the Thames River, he said it to her,

‘I think I’m falling in love with you.’

Only to disappoint her again by saying, ‘But I don’t think I’m ready yet.’

Had he been a coward for not being ready to commit yet? Jade was a shining light in his life. She knew of his struggles, and she treated him with kindness and fondness no woman ever did to him. All his life he never thought to fall in love with someone, yet here he was.

He wanted to be in a relationship with her. Fuck, he wanted to. But she deserved the world. She deserved certainty and stability while his job was nothing but that. He could get deployed out of the blue anytime – die anytime. He had a lot of things to sort out first.

He saw tears in her green eyes despite the smile. She only hugged him in response, saying,

‘I love you, so I’ll stay right here.’ Jade muttered shakily while pressing her body to his in a tight hug, her fingers grasping the back of Ghost’s jacket.

‘When you’re ready, I’ll be here.’

‘Let’s be friends, yeah?’ She had added, to which he answered with a smile. “Yeah. We'll always be friends.”

That was New Years.

It'd been two months since then. Ghost and Jade had been texting each other regularly all the while continuing their lives. They met occasionally for a food tour as Ghost was a food enthusiast. Their chat was full of ‘Let’s try the new Korean BBQ around the street’, ‘You ever tried a fried ice cream?’, ‘There’s a new movie about a lady becoming a superhero across multiple universes’, and more casual stuff like those. Meanwhile Jade would take him to physical activities such as take him to a zoo, hiking, and even go to arcades.

Johnny had been such a tease on it. He’d been bothering Ghost the whole time in the base as the Lieutenant looked at his phone and typing away on it more frequently than ever. ‘Yer’ lookin’ very happy these days, Sir.’ , ‘How’s Jade doin’?’, ‘Another ‘meet-up’ with Jade?’,

‘Yer’ so full of rubbish. That’s called a date.’ Soap had said.

'Shut your gob. We’re just friends, Johnny.’

‘Friends who go on dates together.’

Soap ran away before Ghost could smack the shit out of him.

But was it really? Ghost and Jade frequently walk together, as friends, Eating at places together, as friends. Watch movies together, as friends.

But seeing that one guy propose to his girlfriend lit up a spark in him.

That's when Ghost texted her for a meet-up somewhere, Jade replied back with,

‘I would LOVE to if it's not the busiest time of the year T_T and every Valentines we'd open from early morning to midnight, so I'm really sorry. We have all our employees working, but it doesn't seem to make any difference.’

He forgot that Valentine’s day is literally the most important day for a florist. Fucking idiot.

Ghost sighed as he looked up from his phone, right in front of the Le Jardin floristry. He wore a black hoodie and a face mask, the black face paint absent from around his eyes as he was on leave, a rare occurrence from his line of work. Inside the garden was an organised chaos, to say the least. Ghost saw at least 6 customers inside the garden, around 4 employees going around the shop to accompany them. Even as one person went out after buying a flower, two people would enter the shop to replace them. The place was positively crowded.

He looked far and wide for Jade inside among the sea of people, until a woman with ginger hair came out of a room with a big rose bouquet, giving it to a man in an expensive suit that was tailored to perfection for his figure. The man paid for the humongous flowers and left the shop with a nervous face, meanwhile Jade instantly attended to another customer. He could tell that she's a leader based on how she commanded her employees with such confidence and authority, yet still had that kindness and gentleness in her way of talking. Her legs brought her around the shop with utmost speed and precision, not a single step was wasted on her feet.

He could only smile proudly beneath the mask.

For about 15 minutes he observed the shop, until a truck pulled up in front of an alleyway right beside the floristry. Didn't have to wait long to understand that the vehicle was meant to pick up flower decorations for a wedding as an old man came out from the alleyway (presumably connected to the backdoor of the shop) brought out a very big, white bouquet in his arms, which size was so big it concealed his head - surely he couldn't see where he was stepping. Ghost noticed that he was struggling to lift the giant decoration onto the truck, his knees looked like it was about to tumble, until his prediction turned into reality.

The old man's knees failed him, and the big white flower decoration would turn into a mess on the ground, if not for Ghost, who quickly leaped in and held the flowers from falling. Ghost huffed in relief that he jumped just in time.

The man leaned to the side of the decoration to see who had just saved him, and saw a big, tall man dressed in a black hoodie and jeans, whose face was concealed by another black face mask.

Regardless, the elder smiled wide, "Oh good heavens! Thank you so much for the assist! My knees aren't as strong as they used to." The old man said as they both put the white decorations into the truck box. "Ah~ being young is so much easier innit?"

Ghost only nodded, avoiding eye contact to hide his identity. Why'd he help him? probably just from reflex, but then again, how could he just leave an old man stumbling to his fall?

"I'm really sorry for the trouble. I wish I could repay you." The old man's expression was so kind it's almost blinding. He wasn't that short or frail for a man with entirely white hair, probably a 5'9". Judging by his quite muscular arms from his rolled sleeves, he could tell that he's not weak, his knees just betrayed him at a bad time.

Ghost didn't say anything to the man as he was about to walk away to avoid more interaction, before a familiar feminine voice called.

"Papa! Are you okay!? I saw you trip!"

Both men turned their attention to the shop, where a woman with braided red hair and dark blue apron was talking from the main doorway.

"Don't worry, Lottie Dear. I got it, but only thanks to this young lad right here." He gestured to Ghost, where he stood right on the elder's left. "If not for him, we'd have to replace all the flowers."

Fuck.

The old man is her father.

It's Mister Le Jardin.

Her green eyes caught the sight of a man whose built and sense of fashion she would recognize from a mile away. "Wait... Ghost??" Jade exclaimed, her face filled with surprise, "What are you doin' here??"

The SAS lieutenant looked up to her with a tinge of panic on his concealed face, while Mr. Le Jardin observed him up and down. "Oh? You know him?"

Jade nodded slowly, still shocked, "Yes... he's uh… he's a friend from work."

He never intended to be noticed by Jade, afraid of disturbing her work, let alone meet her father out of all people.

The father noticed that word. 'From work'.

"Really now? What's your name, young man?" Mr. Le Jardin asked, his voice went higher in delight.

He lowered his head to bow a little, before answering, "Simon... Sir."

"Ah. Nice to meet you, Simon! I'm Eli, owner of Le Jardin along with my wife Gracie – she's inside dealing with the clients." He introduced himself with a handshake, which Ghost reluctantly accepted.

"Sir! Where're the rest of the flowers?!" The truck driver shouted as he got off his vehicle, prompting Eli to walk to the back door through the alleyway, leaving Ghost and Jade at the front of the shop, her face still painted with shock. A lady walked in front of Jade to enter the shop, so she made some way for her and approached Ghost.

"Hey Ghost." The red-head started, happiness filling her voice.

"Hey."

"So… What brings you here?" She surely knew that he wasn't there just because he 'happened to be in the area', so he deleted that reply in his mind.

"I wanted to see you."

Jade's eyes widened, surprised at his straight-forward answer. "Oh."

"Your old man lost his balance loading this decoration into the truck, so I helped him."

"Oh." Still with the same answer, Jade couldn't tell him how fast her heartbeat was, as her father just came in contact with Ghost, the man she fell in love with.

He looked inside the shop, observing the clients and employees walking around. "Busy day innit?"

"Yeah, it is. To be honest we've been busy since the last 3 days. Had to pick up tons of fresh flowers from our fields back in Norfolk, then arrange them for this day. Today's the busiest day, so it's an all-hands-on-deck situation. Also a big wedding is coming up tonight, and we have to transport these humongous flowers to a hotel ballroom for decorations. Biiig money. This is the third truck." Jade explained as her father and the truck driver walked out with two exact copies of the same white flower decor, lifting them up into the truck before immediately running back in. Third truck? The client must've had too much money on their wallets.

Seeing the scene that's happening in front of him, Ghost took a deep breath and blew it out.

"Seems like your Da can use an extra pair of arms and younger knees." His deep voice suggested, making Jade's eyebrow rise.

"Oh? Are you willing to help us out?"

A nod was all she needed as a confirmation. "Got nothin' else to do or to be."

A wide grin fell on her lips as she grabbed Ghost's right hand and pulled him into the alleyway and to the back door of the shop, where a vast storage room was packed full of flower decorations similar to the ones that were being lifted to the truck. There were only flowers where the eye could see, save for the door that led to the front shop. There were huge boxes and boxes of flowers that had big 'Ian & Gia 14/02's written on them.

Ghost turned to the woman beside her. "Big money, eh?"

"Suuuuper big. Businessman and a big shot pianist. Wanted all the jasmines of blue white and red, and we gotta lift them all to the truck." She explained smiling to him, "Think you're up for this?"

"Won't even break a sweat." Ghost began stepping into the storage room, lifting three big boxes at once in his arms. Jade was left impressed by his show of strength as he ran to the truck at an impressive speed, before coming back and picking up more boxes like a machine, his hoodie still up and his mask still on.

Jade scoffed at his feat, as her father came to pat her shoulder from behind, "A soldier huh?"

"...Yeah."

"It's basically written on his whole figure and posture. Is he any special in his regiment?"

The daughter could only let out a light laugh, "Very, very much so."

"Get out of here." His father looked at her in disbelief, "SAS?"

"Yep. One of the strongest, and I'm not even exaggerating."

His loud laugh filled the alleyway as Ghost ran back and forth lifting the flower boxes without a second wasted and tiredness showing. Jade smiled before heading into the shop to aid her mother and her co-workers with the regular customers.

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“Chacha, the pink wrapping paper and white 2.5 is out! We need more from the storage, please!” shouted Fiona, her co-worker and best friend of southeast asian descent, who mainly works in the front counter, preparing the flowers right in front of the visitors (which worked as an added value to attract more people). Her wrapping skills were second to none in the shop, even to Gracie, Jade’s mother, who sat right beside her counting the incoming revenues and accepting orders by call.

“One minute!” Jade shouted back from the studio room, which was right behind the wall of the main display room while her hands also swiftly moved to arrange roses inside a heart-shaped box. The order had come in pretty fast; she had to make three of them at a time, and now she had to go up to the second floor to get the items Fiona requested.

“Let me get it.” A deep voice came from behind her, making Jade flinch and look back to the source of the voice, where Ghost stood.

“A-Are you done with the loading?” Jade asked him with a start, as it was not even 20 minutes since he started to help her father lift all the flowers inside the truck.

“Just finished. Truck left just now with your dad to arrange the decorations in the ballroom.”

“Oh.” Jade leaned back to take a glimpse of the back storage room, and true to his words, it was empty. “Wow.”

“Where are these… pink wrappings and the ‘white 2.5’s’?” Asked Ghost with a tone of confusion in his words. Jade could only giggle as she never thought she’d hear the word ‘pink’ out of his mouth.

“Okay, so go to the second floor. On your 3, duck down and the pink wrapping is on the 3rd shelf from the bottom - take 4 rolls of ‘em. ‘White 2.5’s’ means the white-coloured satin ribbon with a 2.5 centimetres width. Don’t mistake them for the rest as there are the .5, 1.2, 4, and 5 centimetres as well. From the shelf go to your left and there should be a high rack and you can find the thingy there. Take two rolls. Don’t forget to close the door before you go down.”

Ghost stood in silence as he processed the information.

Before Jade could ask him if he remembered all that, he answered: “Affirmative.”

The man walked to the side stairs and stepped over 2 stairs, disappearing from her sight to the upper floor. Jade scoffed at the sight before going back to her handiwork. When else can you command an SAS officer like this?

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“Chachaaa~ Where're the pink wrappings and white 2.5s?! I need ‘em no–” Fiona noticed the new pink wrappings and white ribbons on the table as she worked. That was fast.

She then looked up, expecting to find her red-headed best friend who was shorter than her, only to find a big, tall man dressed in a black hoodie and a face mask instead, who exudes danger in the way he stands. Fiona, Gracie, and the clients looked him up and down with mouths agape, as they never saw this giant man around, ever. The scene looked too damn comical for his liking.

“...Is this correct?” Ghost started with a voice lower than the depths of hell, which surprised the whole room. Fuck. Being looked at by people was the one thing he wanted to avoid, but here he was.

“Lottie dear, Who’s this?” the old lady beside Fiona asked Jade with a quite high volume, who was still inside the studio arranging the heart-shaped roses.

Judging by the nickname and those braids in her gray hair similar to Jade's, this lady could only be Gracie, her mother.

Mrs. Le Jardin.

“H-He’s a friend from work! I called him up here to lend a hand!” Jade shouted back from the studio. Even with the answer, all the people were still staring at him, especially Jade’s mum, and it felt like having ten laser sights aiming at him.

He swore he saw a smirk from Gracie.

So before he attracted more attention, Ghost repeated, “Is this correct?”

“Y—yeah.” Fiona answered nervously, meanwhile her mother was still eyeballing him like she found a leprechaun. Upon hearing that confirmation, Ghost left the items in the counters and fast-walked back to the studio where Jade was, disappearing from sight.

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“Chacha, are you serious? ‘A friend from work’?” Fiona asked her best friend as she threw a piece of french fries into her mouth. The Le Jardin floristry was currently having a lunch break, and most of the employees went out to get their own meals, while the two stayed inside to talk about the man who was currently sweeping the floor of the studio alone, silently.

Fiona stared at his back from where they were eating at a counter, chewing at her fries. “Are you saying that you have a friend built like that with a voice like that working as a volunteer in the orphanage dealing with kids???”

“Nooo no no, that’s not it–!” That was where Jade messed up. She forgot that neither her best friend, nor any one of their employees know that the Le Jardins used to be MI6 black agents, except the fact that Jade was adopted. They both started to become friends when Fiona applied for the job 3 years ago, right when Jade just retired from MI6. All that she knew was the fact that Jade only had two jobs: Floristry on weekdays and in the orphanage for weekends. She never mentioned the other work that she did for the last two decades of her life. “I didn’t mean from work, I mean I met him when I was at work.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah.”

“When and how did you meet him? Heck what is his name?” Shit. She needed to make up stories about him at this point. But what?! Jade hated lying. Sure it’s super easy to manipulate people by changing reality, but she didn’t want to lie to her best friend! Fiona’s the one who’s been helping her adjust to the life of being a florist and a normal life for the last three years (after saying that she’d been living abroad).

However, how can Jade just say, ‘oh so actually I was an MI6 agent. Both of your bosses were too, actually. Not only agents – we were black agents who were trained since we were not old enough to make our own decisions to do the illegal stuff! I retired three years ago and that's when I met you, but they called me back again, and that’s when I met that guy who happened to be an officer of one the most elite task forces in the world!'

That’s just absurd!

How did she meet him? How did she meet him?!

"Ja– I mean Midg– I mean Lottie, where do I put these–"

The two women turned their heads to Ghost, who came out of the studio with the broom and dustpan in his hands. Looking at the two women's expression, he knew he fucked up. He didn't know what to call her outside of work. Her call sign 'Jade' was directly tied to her work as an MI6 and he couldn't know for sure if Fiona knew about that name. 'Midget' was the name he called her regularly, but he thought it was too harsh in front of her best friend, while 'Lottie' was…

"Why did you call her that?" Fiona asked him while chewing her fries, suspicion painting het face, while Jade sucked her lips and widened her eyes in shock.

Fuck. He thought right. It's a pet name used exclusively by her parents.

"Wait. No way." She turned to Jade and Ghost back and forth before standing up abruptly, startling Jade, meanwhile Ghost stood calmly, still holding the cleaning tools in his hands.

"Chacha… is he your secret boyfriend?!?"

That sentence shocked both of them as Jade quickly denied in panic, "No! No, he's not!! Just– sit down will you?"

"That name is exclusively used by the bosses, ya know." She started walking towards Ghost slowly.

Jade followed her from behind, trying to hold her friend back. "Fiona, he isn't! I swear!"

"No, seriously. How did you meet her? When?" She started closing in on Ghost excitedly, looking up at him. "What’s your name, by the way?"

“Simon.” Ghost answered deadpanly, as the last question was literally the only question he can answer casually. As long as he didn’t give out his last name, it’d be fine. “Name’s Simon.”

"Ooooooh so he's the reason why you've been going out a lot after closin' up! You've been on dates!!"

"NO!! We haven't–"

"Yes."

Ghost's deep voice interrupted the two girls' argument, making them look at the man.

"We've been on dates."

Jade's face turned as red as her hair, and her heart beat so fast and so hard she swore Fiona and Ghost could hear it. Why was he suddenly doing this??? All the while, Fiona's jaw dropped to the floor, eyes glaring at her best friend in shock.

Jade glanced at Ghost, but that damned hoodie and face mask did not help her at all. "I KNEW IT!!! I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU'VE BEEN DATING BEHIND MY BACK??? I mean– I am happy for you, Chacha, but WHY ARE YOU HIDING IT FROM ME???" Fiona excitingly chimed to her best friend, grabbing Jade's shoulders before shaking them like she's a ragdoll.

"Wait– Fiona I can explain–"

"Okay! Explain then! Tell me everything! And don't you dare try to hide anything from me." That's right. She deserved to know. Fiona had been with her for the past three years. She's her first best friend ever. Jade knew she could trust her.

Jade relented with a big sigh and glanced at Ghost with a questioning look. He caught her cue before he himself took a deep breath. "As long as she can keep her mouth shut."

Fiona turned to Ghost, "Wh-what? What is this about?"

"Fiona. My dear best friend. My very beautiful friend that I trust. I love you, so, so much, so I will tell you the truth." Jade started before Ghost cut her again.

"Jade where do I put the broom and the dustpan."

"Owh just put it on the side there yeah. Thanks."

"Who's Jade?"

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"Okay. So let me get this straight." Fiona clapped her hands together in front of Ghost and Jade, who were sitting on the chairs behind the counter together while Fiona was standing up. Jade sat like she was being interrogated, while Ghost folded his arms in front of his chest.

"You, Chacha, had been working as an MI6 black agent for the last twenty years, since you were a wee kid, and then retired three years ago." Jade nodded.

"But two years ago, they called you back to this city called… Verdansk, and that's where you meet… Simon." She gestured to Ghost, who nodded.

"You only met briefly, until last October, you got called back from retirement again, and that's when you met him for the second time. But this one was special, as you guys started to develop feelings for each other, am I right?" Both of them nodded.

"GOD this sounds like a Wattpad type of shite!!" Fiona grasped her hair from frustration, "And you're an MI6 BLACK AGENT??? REALLY???"

"Was. Papa and Mama were, too, actually."

"Oh my Dear Lord in Heavens. THE BOSSES WERE BLACK AGENTS TOO?????" Jade nodded again. Clearly she didn't have any single clue of the burden that came with the words 'MI6', 'agent', especially with the added word 'black' in front of it.

"And you, Simon. So you're a soldier. Which one are you from? Navy? Is it the Royal Artillery? Or is it Life Guards like James Blunt?" Fiona asked with her very limited military knowledge.

"You promised to keep your mouth shut so keep your promise." That voice came out harsher than he intended it to be, prompting Fiona to be taken aback.

"SAS."

The black-haired woman gasped so hard, covering her mouth in shock. "...like Bear Grylls?"

Jade couldn't help the giggle, as Ghost was utterly flabbergasted at her reaction as that was the first thing that came to her mind from the revelation. "...Yeah. Like Bear Grylls. And no I don't know him."

"Wow. Okay. So why the face mask? Does this have anything to do with secrecy and stuff?" Fiona asked him again as Ghost still had the hoodie up and face mask. She hadn't seen his face at all. "Am I not allowed to see his face? Wait Chacha you have seen his face right?"

"Of course I have! What do you mean by that!?" Jade countered, clearly overwhelmed by the barrage of questions. "Ghost. it's up to you."

Ghost huffed, lifting up one hand to the upper hem of his face mask. Fiona observed as Ghost pulled down the mask for a good 3 seconds, catching a glimpse of his strong jaw, his light brown stubble, the faint scars on his face, before putting the face mask back into place again. "Happy now?"

"Oh. Wow. Okay. I am happy." Fiona confirmed with start, turning to look at Jade again, "Chacha you hit a jackpot on this one – so you guys are a couple, right?"

The man and woman looked at each other for a long time, Jade bit her lower lip as her expression fell. Ghost could only close his eyes in regret.

"Wait, no way you guys aren't a thing already. Whaaaatttt?" Fiona expressed her confusion because, for the last two months, Jade had started to buy more makeup and clothes, and the sudden interest in her looks had made Fiona suspicious. She really thought her best friend was dating a man secretly, but now that he's right here, both of them could not say that they're in a relationship?

"Look, Fiona… it's complicated, okay? We're just taking things slow right now. Our… jobs have their own risks, and we're just trying to enjoy things as they are now." Jade tried to explain with a bit of a sad tone to her voice.

"So… you guys are friends, who happen to go on dates occasionally?" Fuckin' hell. Ghost thought. How could she say the exact same thing as Soap? Was it really weird? For two friends to just go together doing whatever they liked?

After both of them nodded for the hundredth time that day, Fiona sighed in acceptance. "Chacha, Luv, I might not understand what you guys are going through right now, but Simon," she turned to Ghost, who lifted his head to see her clearly. "You better not make her cry."

The man glanced to his side, where Jade silently sat on the chair. He knew she'd already hurt her feelings by saying he wasn't ready for a relationship yet, but if he wanted to be honest with himself, was ‘scared’ and ‘afraid’ the right word for it? As Soap and Fiona said, they’re literally doing what couples do.

He’s just afraid to put a name on it.

“I’ll try.”

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Jade had texted him earlier that during Valentine’s, Le Jardin’s floristry would open until midnight. Ghost wondered why as it had been a while since the employees had gone home, including Fiona (who told her that they were going to have a long chat on the phone) who had to go home and have dinner with her family. The sun had long drowned, replaced by the moon that accompanied the cold winter of London. Warm lights from the shops and a few street lights were the only thing lighting up the streets - one of them coming from the floristry.

The sales peaked around 6 PM to 9 PM when people finished their work to be with their loved ones. Ghost had absolutely no skills in flower arranging or wrapping, so he did all he could to help the other employees to pick tools or items from high shelves, and even change the lightbulb when one of them died. Ghost didn’t mind it one bit as he found simple domestic things like this relaxing compared to what he did in the military - full of pressure, stress, and blood.

Meanwhile, the utmost form of stress in Le Jardin’s (at least what he saw today), was a customer who kept changing the flowers that he wanted, and then lashing out at Fiona when his bouquet wasn’t tied the way he wanted to. Ghost almost wanted to step in, drag him out of the store, and throw him out to the streets, but Jade stepped in and calmly asked the customer for references, dealing with the situation one at a time, and finally, the man stomped out. Ghost knew that there were more variety of problems in retail, but at least he got to experience one today. To be honest that was probably the least angry person in London.

That was 3 hours ago. Now, there’s only the Le Jardins and Ghost; the father had come home at around 4 PM after finishing the decorations. He took a photo of the ballroom and showed it to his family and Ghost, who was quite amazed at the old man’s sense of composition and aesthetic.

The four of them were all in the front room, Gracie counting the revenues, Jade tidying up the display flowers, Eli wiping the windows, and Ghost sweeping the floors (again). The clock showed 00.23, the shop was empty, and even the cafe opposite them was already closed. As Ghost finished his chore, he put the cleaning tools to the side before approaching Jade.

“Are you not closin’? It’s past midnight.” He muttered to her, who was tidying up the edelweiss display.

Jade smiled, “We usually extend about an hour.”

“Why?”

“You’ll see.”

Just as he was about to question it, the phone rang besides Gracie, who picked up the call immediately,

“Le Jardin Floristry. Yes, we are still open. You might be our last client, Sir. We do have tulips available. What colour? Red and pink, got it. The bouquet will be here when you arrive. Yes. We’ll be here, Sir, don’t worry. Thank you!” After confirming the order, Gracie smiled towards Ghost as she put the phone back. “That’s why, Simon Dear.”

About twenty minutes later, a man entered the shop in a hurry, dressed in a dirty fire brigade jacket. He clearly just finished his work and then drove to the floristry immediately after he extinguished whatever fire broke out somewhere. The moustached man approached the counter, where Jade had his order ready. “I’m here for my tulips?” He muttered, clearly tired from the way he panted.

“Here it is, Sir. That’ll be 18 pounds.”

“Thank you so much. You guys were the only shop open at this time. I’m forever grateful. I already told my wife and children that I’ll be late, but I truly felt bad.” He pulled out his wallet before putting a 20-pound note on the counter.

“A pleasure for us, Sir. Have a good night!” Gracie chimed as he took the tulips in his hands, exited the shop and finally drove off. With that, Eli flipped the ‘Open’ tag to the ‘Closed’ tag.

“Delightful! Now.” Mr. Le Jardin put his hands on his hips, “Let’s have dinner.” Once Ghost heard that, he immediately planned his escape from the floristry like he needed to escape an enemy’s vicinity.

“Simon Dear, you’re joining us, aren’t you?” But after hearing the gentle yet commanding tone coming out of Gracie, he decided against it, as what he heard in his ear was, ‘We’re going to have a conversation about you and my daughter’.

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“So, Simon Dear.” Gracie's voice startled Ghost as he was cutting the carrots for the chicken soup they're making, all the while Gracie was stirring the ladle on the pot. His hood was still up on his head, but he's taken off his mask to smell the chicken broth in front of him. He figured that if there's a civilian he'd let see his face, it's an ex-MI6 whose daughter he loved.

It was only the two of them in the kitchen on the third floor as Eli and his daughter were still tidying up the first floor. “Are you Lottie’s boyfriend?”

Fuck. There’s the question. “No, Ma’am." He replied slowly, "Not yet."

Ghost expected a questioning look followed by a 'why', but instead she gave him a light nod. “She’s very fond of you, I think you should know." That one caught Ghost's attention, briefly slowing down his slices. Did Jade talk to her mother about him?

"The way she talks about you, I know how deeply she really cared for you. She saw her future with no man, at all, until she met you. Had to do with 'understanding one another' she said." Gracie put in more black pepper into the pot.

“May I know, what stopped you from committing to her?”

More questions to answer, but this one, he didn't know how to answer.

“...I don’t know, Ma'am."

Not long, Gracie muttered with a tone he almost forgot. Motherly. “...Are you afraid?”

And that's when he found himself so vulnerable, so open. And the weird thing was, he only felt like this when he's with Jade. He thought Gracie's her adoptive mother, but this magical familial trait where people could instantly open up to them was almost scary.

Was it a yes? No, he's not afraid. He just thought that if they started dating, she might be wasting her time with him. Well, he's afraid that all this love that he's feeling and all these moments with be for naught if he's just dead after a deployment gone wrong. He can't promise anything to her. Ghost knew how serious Jade was about a relationship. She wanted a long-lasting one.

Ghost didn't mutter a word out of his mouth. Only continuing his work. He could feel her gaze on him, but he still chose to stay silent.

He expected judgement, but what came was a light smile. “You remind me of Eli and me, back when we were still with MI6."

"He was afraid of the life we’ll lead. Constantly running, followed by death everywhere we go. Stability and domesticity was a dream impossible to achieve.” As Ghost listened and wondered how the fuck did she read his mind, he lifted the cutting board and poured the cube-cut carrot into the pot.

“However, I can tell him anything, he can tell me anything.” Gracie continued, looking up at him. Her gaze was as soft as Jade's, grey eyes softly gazing into his soul. “Eli had his own problems, I had my own, but what mattered was the fact that we both tried to be better, for my own sake, and for his sake.”

“He was my best friend, and I was his. It was a leap of faith to be together.” She said as her palm tapped his shoulder firmly.

“I’m saying this as her mother. If you love her, then go all in. She deserves all of you.”

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Dinner was eventful, to say the least. The Le Jardins, plus Ghost, ate their dinner together in their house on the third floor. Chicken and vegetable soup accompanied by warm cups of tea was enough to fill their stomachs. Ghost, of course, had to take his hood down and took off his face mask to eat with the three of them.

It felt odd.

When was the last time he had a family dinner like this? Eating a delicious meal without having to find a place where there's no other people? A place where he could freely show his face to others, the warmth of a family?

It didn't take long for Eli to finish his meal, as he stood up and put on 'La Vie en Rose' by Louis Armstrong on the classic gramophone. Gracie scoffed loudly, stood up, and took Eli's hand in hers.

"Heeeere we go." Jade rolled her eyes, seeming like she had to watch this for the thousandth time.

As Louis Armstrong started to sing, the two old couple put out an amazing slow dancing show in front of Ghost and Jade. Seeing them so unashamedly happy, and the fact that both of their eyes only stared at each other with so much love, Ghost unconsciously smiled.

And when he turned to look at Jade, there was she, two hands holding her phone horizontally, taking a video of her parents, grinning ear to ear while her eyes gleamed with joy.

It's such a warm scene to witness.

He only hoped it was him and her in place of Eli and Gracie.

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The time showed 02.13. Ghost and Jade were standing in front of the shop, a long scarf wrapped around Ghost's neck as the cold was harsh that time of the day. Jade insisted that he wore them, or she said he would catch a cold.

"Thank you, Ghost. For today. My dad had been having regular trouble with his knee, so thank you so so much." Jade started, cheeks blushing that was certainly not because of the February winter.

"Well, I doubt that, considering how well he danced with your mum." Ghost replied, making Jade laugh. Her smile was a sight he'd never get tired of seeing. “Are you going anywhere tomorrow?”

That question quite surprised her. “Well… Tomorrow my shift starts at 3 PM. So I'm free in the morning. Why?"

“I want to make do for today. We haven’t had a proper… date. Yet. I honestly had wanted to bring you flowers, but I remembered you're a florist. So I felt like a prat.”

Her face turned as red as tulips at that. “Honestly, you helping out in the shop was more romantic than anything you could ever give."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah! So… what are you thinkin’ for tomorrow? What do you wanna do, Ghost?”

“What do you wanna do?” He asked back.

“Oh? W-well… Hmmm." Jade contemplated, pouting her lips, glancing at the moon high in the sky. "Ice skating. And then Korean barbecue after.”

“I-Ice skating?” Ghost stuttered, not expecting that answer.

“Yeah. What, you afraid you’re gonna fall?”

“I have no clue what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll hold you if you do.”

He wanted to say something along the lines of 'fuck-off' or 'sod you'. But he deleted that reply before it came out of his mouth, instead saying, "Please do."

Jade grinned ear-to-ear at that response. She was anticipating a clap back from him, but it was such an unusually warm reply that she couldn't help the blush in her cheeks.

No matter how much she wanted him to stay close to her, he had to go, and Jade said her goodbye. "Thank you for today. See you tomorrow, Simon."

Still standing still, Ghost muttered, "It was fun."

She thought he was going to start walking away towards his apartment, but instead, a glimmer of light reflected on his brown irises, still gazing at hers with such hopeful and wistful eyes.

And before she knew it, Ghost leaned in closer to her face, and placed a soft peck on her cheek.

As he stood back, Jade saw that his face burnt red, seeming like what he just did took great courage and resolution. His face still so close to hers, Ghost left her speechless.

And before she could say anything, he said his last words to her that night,

"See you tomorrow, Lottie."

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Hope you like it! (❁´◡`❁)

#WHEEEEEEEWWWW #if I can draw more scenes I would #but I'm just so PACKED #might draw more and add them to this post in the future #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #cod #simon ghost riley #charlotte jade le jardin #cod mw22 #call of duty modern warfare 2022 #art #ghost x oc #ghost x jade #valentine fic #valentines day fic #eli garnet le jardin #gracie ruby le jardin

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INTRO 👾

🦴# i’m jaime, 14, scenemo, and i talk a lot. my favourite people are: jaime preciado, chi cheng, sam rivers, max green, patrick stump, spencer smith, paul gray, leigh whannell, mikey way, kellin quinn, + lots more

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🕷️# favourite bands (brace yourself): pierce the veil, get scared, gerard way, the used, escape the fate, under oath, sleeping with sirens, falling in reverse, fall out boy, jaime preciado, mcr, ls dunes, frank iero, hawthorne heights, alesena, [pre split + post split] panic! at the disco, skinless, rob zombie, leathermouth, good charlotte, the smashing pumpkins, korn, bullet for my valentine, peelingflesh, all time low, attack attack!, shoot the girl first, deadbeat nightlife, never shout never, picture me broken, chomp chomp attack! etc

🎮# interests: [special interests] plane crashes, mass tradgedies, psychology, true crime, zombie apocalypses, vampires, alt fashion [hyperfixations] chi cheng + jaime preciado, urbex/wildlife photography, saw, roller coaster crashes, alt music/scenes, horror. [films/series] jackass, trainspotting, skins (uk), final destination, saw, coraline, jennifer’s body, austin powers, the last of us, silent hill, resident evil, edward scissor hands, pearl, stay, any crime series +

🗝️# hobbies: journaling [obviously], listening to music, collecting cds/vinyl, collage, make pins/diy clothes + accessories, urbex/wildlife photography, going on walks, making ocs, rollerblading, making patches, attending concerts +

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‘key’ for if your going to read any of my journals: boris — my cat, prevision — a keyworker i have to see instead of being taken back into mainstream education. i generally see two once a week, tuesday and thursday. acquaintance — somebody i just know. they’re not my friend, they’re not nice to me-i just know them.

if your interested in any of the same things as me/also journal/also from the uk [etc] please moot me !!

enjoy your day/night O_o

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whatdoidosatoru · 3 months

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The Rock Show

Part 5 of The Only Exception

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - ao3

pairing: Keisuke Baji x OC (reader)

wc: 4.1k

tags: fluff, boyfriend! baji, other toman members mentioned, bathroom sex, smut, fingering, semi-public sex, choking, unprotected sex

summary: another friday night, another emo nite

music:

The Rock Show - blink-182

Stay With Me - You Me At Six

Perfect Weapon - Black Veil Brides

Somewhere in Neverland - All Time Low

Knives and Pens - Black Veil Brides

Backseat Serenade - All Time Low

The River - Good Charlotte

18+, MDNI

Yuna

The weekend went by at an insane speed, one moment I was drooling on Keisuke’s (my boyfriend’s!!!!) pillow, and the next I had to work to cover Mai’s Monday shift. I still couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that I was officially a girlfriend now. The group chat already had stupid jokes and memes ready.

Mondays at the cinema mostly consisted of taking inventory, organising, and cleaning to prepare for the busier days of the week. Today was no exception. Since there would be fuck-all to do, I was taking over the box office and concession stand with one more girl, and the two of us could just chat about anything in between the very few people coming in to get served.

I was just in the middle of getting sprayed with boiling hot oil from the popcorn maker when familiar voices caught my attention.

“Draken-kuuuuun get me the biggest popcorn there areeee!”

“I already told you I’d get you snacks, shut up already!”

“Don’t be unnecessarily mean to me, just get me food.”

The voices stopped when I turned around and greeted them with a big grin.

“Hey guys, stalking me much?”

“Yuna-chan! We didn’t expect you to be working here today!” Mikey all but ran towards my register, leaving Draken to saunter over shaking his head.

“Yes we did, Mikey, you said you hoped Yuna would give you extra popcorn because you’re best friends now.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at them, “What can I get you, boys?”

They argued about the seats for the film probably for about five minutes, in the end choosing the seats I had recommended in the beginning anyway.

Mikey couldn’t decide on what he wanted to eat, despite Draken’s insisting on picking a sweet snack because he’d have popcorn anyway.

I ended up serving them the largest popcorn with the largest drinks, extra Kit-Kats (oops I guess I’ll write them off), and told them to come back for refills whenever and not to tell anyone about it. After some shameless flirting with Alex - my coworker, Mikey agreed to be dragged inside to watch the film.

After running around and working my ass off on Wednesday, all because some stupid new popular film was coming out, I came home around midnight and immediately collapsed onto my bed, groaning in frustration when I felt my phone vibrate.

I picked up, still groaning because I was forced to move.

“Hmm what?”

“Is this the famous ‘boyfriend treatment’ I keep hearing about?”

“Keiiiii I’m so fucking tired and can’t be fucked to move.”

“Not even to open the door for your knight in shining….hoodie and jeans?”

With a grunt I hung up and scrambled out of bed, my work uniform still on me, albeit slightly unbuttoned.

When I opened the door, my mood slightly improved, Keisuke was standing there, a sight for sore eyes with his hair flowing down his shoulders, eyes softening as they met mine, his canines poking out through the grin that spread on his face.

“Brought you something,” he lifted his hand that held a brown paper bag, “the juiciest strawberries I could find at the fruit stand and some peach ice tea.”

I managed a smile as I reached to embrace him and inhale his scent, melding into him.

“Rough day?” He murmured into my hair.

I only grunted in response.

“You still have popcorn pieces in your hair, I’d recommend showering before bed.”

He dragged me to the bathroom and helped me out of my clothes before I stepped into the bath. I started adjusting the temperature when he dropped his clothes onto the laundry hamper and stepped into the bath with me, his hair pulled back into a top-knot.

It felt so relaxing being splashed with hot water, the temperature of which might cook a person alive, but my muscles definitely greeted the heat with gratitude.

Keisuke helped me pick out popcorn kernels out of my hair, reached for my shampoo, and started massaging my scalp.

After finishing with my hair, he moved to my body, even though I felt the need to do it myself, I couldn’t stop admiring him and watching him lather me with shower gel and explore my body in a new kind of way.

When I was clean, he leaned into me and embraced me under the hot stream of the shower, I wished we could stay like this for hours.

Now, wrapped in a fluffy towel, I lay on my bed with Keisuke’s head resting on my lap. He was listening to me rant about stupid people from today, chuckling every time I mentioned a sassy remark that I definitely should not have said in front of them.

His hand was absent-mindedly stroking my leg, and no matter how much it tickled at times, I didn’t want him to stop.

“I was hoping to catch you just before you got home so you wouldn’t have to get up to open the door, but I stopped by a convenience store to get you that drink.”

I nearly choked drinking my iced tea.

“You’re insanely considerate, you know that?”

“I missed you a lot, Chifuyu was getting on my nerves today asking where you were and why I hadn't seen you since Monday,” he grabbed a strawberry from the tray that was sitting on the bed next to us and took a small bite of it, “so I had to do something considering I wasn’t working today and I knew you’d be dead tired since that nerd-ass film is coming out.”

“Fucking superheroes.” I shook my head and reached for a strawberry.

“Fucking superheroes.” Keisuke agreed and lifted his head off my lap, leaning over to kiss my strawberry-stained lips.

Thursday was spent in grim anticipation of my exam results for the next day with reassurance from Keisuke peppered in throughout the day.

He made sure to send me a photo of every animal he encountered at work, sometimes he managed to film particularly friendly puppies all the while pretending the dogs were talking to me and encouraging me.

What ever had I done in my past life to deserve this kindness?

“ *in baby voice* ...I heard Yuna gives the best head scratches and her butt smells good! *normal voice* Hey pal that’s my girlfriend you’re talking about! You’re not going anywhere near her butt. She does smell good though.”

With a pat on the dog’s head, he turned the camera towards his face and flashed me a big grin with his adorable canines poking out before stopping the video.

The nervous knot in my stomach turned into a swarm of butterflies with every new message he was sending me, threatening to turn me into a mess of giggles in class.

After my lessons, I met up with Mai at the gym. She took my mind off of the exam results completely by hyping me up for tomorrow’s party. If anything, it seemed she was even more excited to go than last time.

“What did you get up to after we left last time?” I got my water bottle and bag, ready to go home.

“Oh I ended up making out with a very cute blondie and that’s about it. Hung out with Asami when she arrived.”

I nearly choked on my spit. “You didn’t tell me you made out with someone?!”

She just shrugged, “Didn’t think it was a big deal, wouldn’t mind seeing them again, but you know I’d rather get my bachelor’s degree before getting into any relationships.”

I gave her the most evil side-eye I could muster up. Hiding shit like that from me after pestering me about every detail of my then-hook-up with Keisuke?

Unbelievable.

On Friday what woke me up wasn’t the familiar scream of Andy Biersack, but my normal ringtone.

“Hmm?” There was still sleep in my eyes, my head was fuzzy, and my voice sounded like I slept for five years.

“Just a final reminder that you’ve got this shit and I’m so proud of you!”

“Kei-Keisuke? What time is it?” I fumbled around to check the time.

“It’s one minute before your alarm because I wanted to hear that sleepy voice this morning.”

“You’re so cheesy, but good luck with your exam today. I can’t wait to see you later.”

“Exam, schmexam. It’s the easiest unit, I’m not sweating about it. I’m still okay to come over while you’re getting ready, right?”

Keisuke and Chifuyu were coming over to our place tonight after Mai and I finished getting our nails done - something we’ve been putting off for a week at this point.

With another round of reassurance from both of us, some air kisses, and promises we’d see each other soon, we hung up the phone and I shot out of bed to get ready with a burst of energy I didn’t normally get in the morning.

“Why are you so fucking boring?” My request was always met with disapproval by Asami.

She had been doing my nails for two years now, and almost every single time I asked for the same thing - keep my natural length, shape them into almonds with a slightly sharper tip, paint them black, and make them glossy.

Every time I said it, she groaned in exasperation.

“At least try to experiment every now and then. Boring bitch.” She yanked my hand towards herself and started working on them, grumbling into her electric file.

Mai was in the process of removing her own polish, already having her inspiration pictures ready. Asami was an absolute queen for dealing with us and she always delivered the best results.

“Hana told me the exam was ass, how did you do?” She looked up from my freshly shaped claws.

“Not too bad, I got 86% on it, but I know I could’ve done better.”

To be honest, the result was a relief. I needed 75% just for a pass, and our professors liked handing out negative points left and right for every single stupid little mistake.

Hana got a slightly worse mark than me, but she had been preparing to re-sit the exam anyway, so 80% wasn’t a big deal for her.

Yuna🖤💙, 18:12

[1 image attachment] what do we thinkkkkkkkkk

Loverboy, 18:12

AWOOOOGAAAA BARKBARK BARK BARK BARKBARK WOOF WOOF BARK WOOF Uhhh they look really good c: They will look EXQUISITE wrapped around my-

Yuna🖤💙, 18:13

youre a menace now were matching

Loverboy, 18:54

Wdym I’m totally normal about you c: Are you done and on the way back?

Yuna🖤💙, 18:55

waiting for asami to take pics and then were getting food should be back around 7 see you then? <3

Loverboy, 18:56

Of course, sweets. We’re bringing drinks <3

With our bellies full, we made our way home to start mentally preparing for a night out. With Mai’s shit sleep schedule, she was going to replace half of her blood with energy drinks, while I might try to raw-dog the night with just coffee.

I buzzed the guys in as soon as they rang the bell, opened the door, and waited for them to climb up to the flat.

“Damn, Yuna, couldn't you have got an apartment that didn’t require this much exercise?” Chifuyu’s complaining reached me before his face did.

“Fufu, I think you need to start going to the gym with me, bud.”

I hugged him before getting enveloped in a tight embrace from Keisuke. He kissed my forehead before releasing me and smacking my ass as I ushered them into the flat.

“I knew your exam would go well, you’re just a hater and your own skills and knowledge are not exempt from it.”

I rolled my eyes, but my grin did not leave my face.

Everything was going well and I was about to go expel all my pent-up energy on the dance floor, screaming along to my favourite songs from the top of my lungs. And after that, I’d be going home with the most gorgeous guy I’d ever laid my eyes on.

I was getting giggly just glancing at him walking through our flat and making his way to my bedroom where I had already laid out a few potential outfits.

A ripped band t-shirt, fishnet sleeves, ripped denim shorts and knee-high socks; a black-and-white striped T-shirt under dark dungarees; the ripped pair of fishnets I wore last time, a black skater skirt, and an oversized (but slightly distressed) Simple Plan T-shirt.

My desk was normally laden with various research materials and dictionaries, but now all that was put away and replaced by heaps of makeup and hair products.

Chifuyu started rummaging through the hair products with unbounded curiosity while Keisuke pondered my outfit choices, lifting some of the pieces and pressing them against my body to visualise them better.

His outfit for tonight was a black-and-grey striped T-shirt over black jeans and his Converse. He had some black necklaces peeking over the collar of his shirt.

His black hair was soft and flowing a little past his shoulders, it looked so inviting, so ready for me to card my hands through it, tugging on it lightly to draw out soft moans from his soft lips…

“Well?” His eyebrow was raised in question.

“Uhh what?” Very smooth, dumbass.

“I said, how about the skirt? I think my hands will be busy most of the night but if it comes down to it I can fight.”

Oh.

“Skirt it is then.” I put the rest of the clothes away and started on my makeup.

Mai walked out of the bathroom followed by a strong scent of hairspray and went into her bedroom to get dressed while the three of us were chatting in my room.

Chifuyu was trying to pin his hair up into a sort of mohawk and Keisuke was lazily stroking my thigh as he sat on the floor next to my chair.

“Kanji did you bring the energy drinks you promi-” Mai’s words were cut off when she walked in and her gaze paused on Chifuyu.

“Oh…hey,” her usually cocky and vibrant personality became flustered, “you must be Chifuyu, right?”

“Uhh hi. Yeah, that’s me.” Chifuyu replied, looking up at Mai.

The tension could be cut with a knife.

“Okay, what’s wrong with you two? Spill.” Keisuke commanded.

With an awkward tone, Mai explained this was the blondie she made out with at the last event. Chifuyu was fiddling with the collar of his black unbuttoned shirt so much that he didn’t even notice all three of us were now staring at him.

Mai with a flushed face, Keisuke and I with amused smirks. After the most awkward silence I’d ever participated in throughout my entire life, Chifuyu met Mai’s gaze and gave her a small smile.

“I’m not going to make a big deal out of it if you won’t.”

Mai’s lips stretched into a grin and she sat down on my bed, grabbed an energy drink from the bag the boys brought, and joined the conversation from before.

Both boys let me put eyeliner on them and smudge it for a more edgy look. Keisuke even let me style his hair - I pulled the top half of his hair into a topknot, and let the rest flow free.

He looked absolutely incredible, if we didn’t have somewhere to be, I’d take him on my bed right there, right then.

It was already nearly ten pm by the time we were ready to leave, but Mai shouted at us to shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down so she can take pictures of us. I even brought my Polaroid camera to take a few photos with it.

Keisuke leaned over and whispered into my ear to get him his phone from my bed and when I reached it and turned it over, I was greeted with my own smiling face snug behind his clear phone case.

It was that photo he took from our fridge that first night. He pulled me into his side and kissed the top of my head, I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him looking at that photo and smiling at it like I did at the one I took of him…two weeks ago.

Mai took a few pictures of us next to each other, a few of us kissing (with the comments flying from behind the camera to get a room), and a few cringe 2013-tumblr-pose photos we couldn’t help but try to recreate.

In front of the event venue, we met up with the rest of Keisuke’s friends who agreed to come again, Mai tried not to smack Keisuke’s shoulder after he introduced her as my best friend Mikasa.

Mikey, Draken, and Mitsuya all seemed excited this time around, probably because this time they knew more than one person there.

“Woah, Takashi, when did you get that tattoo done?” I was shocked to see a dragon tattoo on the side of his head, one to match Draken’s. Mitsuya’s hair was pulled to the side with some bobby pins, not quite long enough to be braided away from the dragon.

“You like it? I’ve had it for ages, but somebody,” he pointedly looked over to Draken, “said I had to cover it up because he had the same one. And because he bought the design from me. But anyway…”

“Don’t forget to say I bought it from you!” Draken shouted over Mikey’s head and headed towards us.

“I just said that, can’t you hear me from up there?”

By the time we got inside, the dancefloor was nearly full. A big group of people was in the centre, already rowdy and drunk.

I grabbed Keisuke’s hand and weaved through the crowd to get to the DJ corner to say hello to Hana and Asami.

Keisuke dragged me to the dancefloor as soon as Knives and Pens came on so we could scream along to it. He held my lower back while we danced, pressing me closer to him.

I kept looking up at him, his smudged eyeliner making him look more mysterious, his raven hair was falling around both our faces, creating a little bubble just for us in which we could kiss away from the prying eyes of people around us.

I excused myself from him to find Mai and go to the bathroom. There weren’t many women at this party yet, so, luckily for us, the toilets were shockingly mostly empty.

I opted for the stall on the opposite side of the entrance so I could do my business in peace and Mai just wanted to freshen up her face.

There was a sudden knock on the door when I finished, so I pulled up my panties and opened the door. I nearly walked into a figure taller than me, I started panicking, realising this wasn’t Mai, but on a second look, I realised it was Keisuke.

In the women’s toilets.

He pressed a finger to his lips, and I swallowed a protest that was on the tip of my tongue. He pushed me back into the stall and locked the door behind us. When my back met the wall, I let out a small squeak, to which he responded by pressing his lips to mine to keep me from making any noise.

His hands travelled across my body, squeezed my boobs a few times, and then down to the hem of my skirt. One of his hands grabbed my ass and pulled me up to jump and lock my legs behind him while the other found my clit and started rubbing over my panties.

He felt the lacy texture of the pair I bought that day I visited his work the first time and broke the kiss to have a look at them.

They were black with red ribbons threaded through the lace, he couldn’t see the red bow on the back. His gaze was focused on my eyes, he looked hungry.

“It’s like you knew this would happen. Did you put them on to rile me up?”

His voice was raspy in my ear, it made me feel so needy.

I could only nod in response. He groaned and attached his lips back to mine, hungrily swallowing all the moans that were spilling out of me. The hand that was under my skirt pushed my panties to the side, revealing my already wet pussy.

He pushed two fingers inside me, deepening the kiss to meet my moans as he pumped in and out of me. When my breaths got quicker, he removed his fingers and put them on my tongue, watching me as I licked the slick off them, swirling my tongue over and around his fingers.

“Good girl, are you okay taking my cock now?” His husky voice purred in my ear.

In response I closed my mouth around his fingers and sucked them in, nodding at the same time.

He deftly unbuttoned his jeans with one nimble hand, not letting his gaze move away from my face - and I didn’t want those gorgeous brown eyes to stop staring at me like this.

He tucked himself inside of me exceptionally easily, this entire situation caused quite a flood in me. I nearly let out a gasp when I heard the door open and a few female voices carrying through the air.

I looked at Keisuke in panic, but he put his hand over my mouth and grinned like a demon. He pressed me harder into the wall and began moving himself in and out of me.

My eyes rolled back, nearly closing at the attempts to not make a single sound apart from the faint slapping sound of his skin on mine.

When the voices trailed out of the bathroom I knew it was just us now. I let myself moan just a little bit, but the noise made Keisuke slow down to a painfully lazy rhythm.

“You’d better keep those noises down, sweetheart, otherwise I’m pulling out and that’s it for tonight.”

He was so evil, smiling as my own hand was now pressed tightly against my mouth and my throat was working overtime to not let any sounds escape.

Keisuke chuckled at my desperation as his hips slammed into mine, he held my hips so tightly I might have bruises to remember this night by.

He snaked one of his hands to rest around my neck, closing in and applying enough pressure to make me bite my lip in order to stop the most sinful moans known to mankind.

He got close to my face to ghost his lips over mine, all the while my eyes could barely stay open slightly to take in the view in front of me. His hair was falling out of the topknot on his head, the rest of it now stuck to his neck from sweat, and the eyeliner under his eyes smudged to perfection, making him look dangerous and hot.

He was losing his composure now, gasping into my ear and whispering.

“I knew you’d look so fucking hot in that skirt. I couldn’t just let you wear it without fucking you in it.”

I mewled at his words, gasping for air as his hand pressed on my neck tighter and his hips were moving mercilessly.

“And the fishnets…you knew what you were doing to me, didn’t you, sweetheart?”

I managed to smile a little before contorting into another moan as he slammed his hips into me. His thrusts became more erratic as I clenched around his dick.

Keisuke groaned and pressed a little harder on my neck to make me roll my eyes back and moan even louder.

“Are you gonna cum for me, Yuna?”

I could only nod in response as I came apart only seconds before he slammed into me the final time, spilling inside of me. He was breathing heavily, but it didn’t stop him kissing me with all the breath he had left.

He pulled out of me and I nearly dropped, but his arms held me up. I tried to get some wet wipes to clean up, but he beat me to it.

After cleaning up his cum leaking out of me, Keisuke kissed my forehead, a complete 180 from just minutes ago.

I grabbed his hand and led us out of the toilets since I heard they were playing The River by Good Charlotte and I needed to shout into his ear that I loved that song for a bit of a flashback.

taglist: @bontensbabygirl @mrsryuguji I'm so sorry it took this long :| I'm visiting home and it's never quiet enough so I can write, hope you like it either way c:

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1-800-papaya · 3 months

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Charming a Duchess

Benedict Bridgerton x Duchess Arabella Campbell of Argyll (OC)

Author | I just want to say that this will not follow the books but instead reimage Benedict's love story in the future season four, this means that all events and characters from seasons 1 to 3 will be included. Once again i really do hope you guys love this story and idea for Benedict just as much as I do.

The early morning sun filtered through the towering oaks that lined the driveway of the grand estate of Inveraray Castle, the ancestral home of the Duchy of Argyll. A soft breeze carried the scent of heather and the distant murmur of the River Aray. Arabella Campbell, the newly titled Duchess of Argyll, stood at her bedroom window, gazing out at the rolling hills that had been her sanctuary for as long as she could remember.

“Arabella, dear, we must hurry,” her mother’s voice called from the hallway. “We cannot afford to delay the couch much more.”

Arabella turned from the window, her heart heavy with a mix of excitement and trepidation. London awaited them, a bustling metropolis full of promise and potential matches for her younger sisters. Charlotte and Dorothea were giddy with anticipation, their chatter filling the house with an infectious energy that even Arabella couldn’t resist.

“Yes, Mother, I’m coming,” Arabella replied, smoothing the skirts of her travel dress. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, her emerald-green eyes reflecting the determination she felt. At five and twenty, she was content with her life, devoted to her family and her passion for the arts. Marriage was not something she sought for herself, but her siblings’ futures were her priority.

Downstairs, the household was a hive of activity. Trunks were being loaded onto the coach, servants bustled about, and her younger siblings were saying their goodbyes to the staff. Arabella’s mother, the Dowager Duchess, stood by the coach, her regal presence commanding respect. Despite the loss of her husband a mere year ago, she had managed the estate with grace and strength.

“Arabella, there you are,” the Dowager Duchess said, a warm smile lighting up her face. “Are you ready?”

Arabella nodded, returning the smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be, Mother.”

“Excellent. Now, where is that dog of yours?” Her mother’s tone was fondly exasperated.

As if on cue, Archie, Arabella’s beloved Gordon Setter, bounded into view, his dark coat gleaming in the sunlight. He circled Arabella’s legs, tail wagging furiously. She bent down to ruffle his ears. “Come on, Archie. London awaits.”

The journey to London was long but pleasant, the rolling countryside giving way to bustling towns and villages. Arabella and her sisters chatted excitedly, their laughter filling the coach. Charlotte, at nine and ten, was vibrant and full of life, her blue eyes sparkling with dreams of romance. Dorothea, just eight and ten, was quieter but equally excited, her gentle nature endearing her to everyone she met.

As they approached London, the landscape changed dramatically. The air grew thicker, the roads busier, and the buildings taller. Arabella’s heart quickened. London was a far cry from the serene beauty of Argyll, but it held a charm of its own.

Argyll House in London was a grand townhouse in Mayfair, elegantly furnished and ready to host the family. As they stepped out of the coach, Arabella took a deep breath, absorbing the bustling energy around her.

The following days were a whirlwind of introductions, parties, and social events. The marriage mart was in full swing, and Arabella’s sisters quickly became the darlings of the season. Arabella, though more reserved, found herself enjoying the vibrant arts scene in London. She visited galleries and attended musical performances, her passion for the arts rekindled with every new experience.

One evening, at a particularly grand ball hosted by the Bridgerton family, Arabella stood at the edge of the room, watching her sisters dance with eligible gentlemen. She felt a sense of satisfaction, knowing they were enjoying themselves.

As she observed the swirling colors and listened to the lively music, a voice interrupted her thoughts. “Miss Campbell, isn’t it?”

Arabella turned to find the handsome Benedict Bridgerton standing beside her, a charming smile on his face. He moved with a kind of effortless grace that drew attention wherever he went. Arabella had observed the second-born Bridgerton throughout the season. She had watched as he poked fun at his brother’s dopey lovesick similes as he danced with both his own and her sisters. Charlotte and Dorothea both expressed great joy at having the attention of the dashing Mr. Bridgerton. Though her mind did roll through many articles in Lady Whistledown that either showered the Bridgerton family with praise or cast a slight shadow over them. He intrigued her to great lengths.

“Duchess, actually,” Arabella corrected gently, offering a polite smile. “Arabella Campbell of Argyll.”

“Ah, my apologies, Duchess,” Benedict said, bowing slightly. “I’ve heard much about you and your family’s arrival. Your sisters seem to be enjoying the season.”

“They are indeed,” Arabella replied, glancing at her sisters. “It’s their first time in London, and they are making the most of it.”

“And you, Duchess? Are you finding London to your liking?” Benedict’s tone was genuinely curious.

Arabella hesitated, then nodded. “It’s different from what I’m used to, but it has its own charm. I’m particularly fond of the art scene here.”

Benedict’s eyes lit up with interest. “Is that so? I happen to share your passion for the arts. Perhaps we could visit a gallery together sometime?”

Arabella was taken aback by his forwardness, but there was something sincere in his eyes that made her smile. “I would like that, Mr. Bridgerton.”

“Please, call me Benedict,” he said, his smile widening.

“Very well, Benedict,” Arabella agreed. “And you may call me Arabella.”

#benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton #royalty #scotland #Scottish royalty

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basilone · 6 months

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Sometimes, war is the province of women. An alternate take on the battle for air dominance over the skies of Europe during World War Two, as told through the stories of an American all-female bomber crew and the people around them.

This is a collection of standalone works that all interlock to form one big patchwork quilt of stories. It will see new additions every so often, especially because a lot of it is written to prompts. The collection on AO3 is my best attempt at organizing it in chronological order.

[click here for the WIP story collection!]

Want to know a little more about the OCs featured in this collection? Please click the readmore below!

Charlotte “Lottie” Rivers-Mayhew Fighter pilot turned bomber pilot Can fly anything, will try anything. Big mouth, little heart. Lives in the land of innuendo and crude jokes. Loud about her whole existence. Very smart, but downplays that like whoa. Julie “Jules” Langdon Bomber pilot Runs this gig and everyone else just needs to get with her program. Great at reading people the riot act. Comically unimpressed by everything that lands in her path. Nosewrinkles at any and all delays. Known for slipping people an extra bite to eat. Christina “Tiny” Heartfield Bomber co-pilot Needs five hours to get ready for any kind of social event. Silver spoon baby. Knows all the gossip and all the good songs. Gets a little bit stressed about flying in warzones. Loves a good ghost story. Eleanor “Nora” Graham Navigator The Mom Friend. Prone to giving hugs and peptalks. Bossy and quite rude when things don’t go her way. Cannot flirt her way out of anything. If you see her running, that’s just standard procedure. Valerie “Val” Hodges Radio operator Absolute poker-faced ballsy liar. Most innocent face in the whole crew. Smokes more than her job should allow. Will try to wiggle out of any lectures by offering the most inane excuses. There’s not a puzzle she can’t solve. Genevieve “Two” Hodgson Tail gunner Shows up late to everything except the war. Always chewing gum. Queen of half-hearted salutes and vague politeness. Keeps saying she’s too poor for this level of bullshit. Has a mean right hook. Madeleine “Push” Perrault Flight engineer Making lists calms her down. Can and will call you stupid in four different languages. Thinks planes are better than people. Voice like a foghorn with the attitude to match. Believes she can fix anything. Evelyn “One-Eye” Carter Ball turret gunner Happy-go-lucky baby of the group, rolling with life’s punches. Will talk your ear off. Could probably get away with murder. Best gunner in the crew. Can be painfully naïve. Dorothy “Dee” Llewellyn Waist gunner Born a pessimist. Genuinely thinks no man should ever sport a mustache. Has a limitless supply of stories about her family. Very protective. Would inspire a riot if anyone ever let her talk long enough without interruptions. Maxine “Max” Morrison Waist gunner Bold and brash and crackling with energy. Cracks more bad jokes than anyone alive. Has developed some rather complicated handshakes. Will interrupt any event or conversation. If you see her running, something’s probably chasing her. Stella “Frosty” Lombardi Bombardier Icy calm in any crisis. Can calculate any bomb drop. Complains about the food. Is a true girl’s girl and refuses to so much as speak to most men. Never wants to miss out on the fun.

Lucille Dorrance-Jones, goes by Lucy Jones Nurse The singlemost stubborn person on the planet. Thinks some injuries are fascinating. Harbors a healthy distrust of bureaucracy and paperwork. Can probably drink you under the table. Encourages anyone to sing. Cressida Dorrance-Jones Interrogator Sharp as a tack. Does not forgive, does not forget. Secretly more big-hearted than people would give her credit for. Really wants to fly a plane. Has an ongoing one-sided vendetta with Meatball. Darlene Mayfair Mechanic Cheerful and spirited. Very gifted storyteller. Turns shy when complimented. Ride or die for people and sticks with them longer than they might deserve. Marches to the beat of her own drum. Georgina “George” Campbell Mechanic Has a soft spot for strays. Suffers no fools. Is here to win a war, not ogle cute men. Perpetually fighting a losing battle against the grease stains on her uniform. The best co-conspirator you could ask for. Imogene “Genie” Chapman Clubmobile girl Very outgoing people-person. Better at giving advice than at taking it. Designated hair-cutter. Loves movies and dancing. Knows just about anybody by name. Jack Ellis OSS Doesn’t miss a beat. No-nonsense natural leader. Very determined to do what he believes is the right thing. Talks about the war in terms of “the game”. Warm and caring once he lets his guard down.

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xxm1sspurp1eriv3rs · 1 month

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I wonder if I can deepen my trauma once more..

Will they care if I'm truly gone?

Insignificant Bother — Palette from @color-palettes

#omori #omori fandom #omori game #omori roleplay blog #omori roleplay #omori rp #omori rp blog #omori oc #omori ocs #omori art #omori fanart #tw sui ideation #oc: charlotte rivers #[ new arc incoming! ]#[ and yes.. this foreshadows..something. :) ]

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cr1ms0nesp3ra-ac3 · 1 month

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"Fracture Memoriam"

Supposedly written

by [...]

Une envie d'évasion.

Un souhait d’en finir.

Cette chaîne se transforme en chaîne de souhaits.

Une chaîne sur laquelle vous devez la tirer pour exaucer votre souhait.

Mais il y a une différence.

Une chaîne sur ton cou est l'endroit où tu mourras.

Mais ce n’est pas un jeu gagnant ou perdant.

Une fois que vous l'aurez retiré, vous verrez lequel meurt.

On sera enfin libéré des ténèbres.

Mais les chemins restent fragmentés.

Et vous verrez ce que je veux dire.

Je reviendrai un jour.

Et je le savais.

Reference:

Found it on Pinterest btw.

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apocalypse-weekend · 4 months

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yo nobody asked but here's a few perk loadouts for some of my fallout ocs. I'll probs add to this later with the rest of 'em but ya know for now it's just these three

Rivers:

-Confirmed Bachelor

-Bloody Mess

-Cowboy

-Miss Fortune

-Demolition Expert

Charlotte:

-Cherchez La Femme + Black Widow (bisexuals do +10% to everyone >:3)

-Animal Friend

-Jury Rigging

-Sniper

-Rad Resistance'

Jackson:

-Action Girl

-Bloody Mess

-Strong Back

-Child at Heart

-Daddy's Girl

-Little Leaguer

#apocalypse's ocs #oc: rivers #oc: charlotte #oc: jackson #fallout new vegas #fallout #fallout oc #fallout 3 #courier six #lone wanderer

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simplegenius042 · 3 months

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Showcasing My OCs Favourite Things

Tagged by @raresvtm

Tagging @inafieldofdaisies @voidika @icecutioner @socially-awkward-skeleton @derelictheretic @shallow-gravy @direwombat @strangefable @rhettsabbott @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @imogenkol @cloudofbutterflies92 @skoll-sun-eater @cassietrn @carlosoliveiraa @adelaidedrubman @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @aceghosts @turbo-virgins @shellibisshe @softtidesworld @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @florbelles @titiagls @minilev @yokobai @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @justasmolbard @alypink @thesingularityseries @nightwingshero and @noodlecupcakes + anyone else who'd like to join.

Got together five of my protagonist OCs from each of my series to do this because I found it actually very addictive. Be warned: I might do another. Anyway, you can find the OC stuff below:

JOAQUIN COBALT (THE UNTITLEDVERSE)

Name: Joaquin Cobalt

Universe: Various (Jurassic World, IT, Stranger Things, Gravity Falls, & more...)

Favorite book (and why): "Wonder" - R. J. Palacio. Wonder is honestly a book that helped Joaquin during his transition (and after a very distressing encounter with the Chairman), allowing him to be put into the shoes of another who goes through similar microaggressions based on his existence alone, and the hope he feels that... he isn't a mistake like the Chairman had insisted he was. That he is a wonder for simply existing against the odds (and reality according to the Chairman). It was also a gift from Maisie, and it was a stepping stone that gave him the confidence to let down his walls and share his personal feelings and fears with her (and eventually, he is able to open up to many others).

Favorite song: "World's Smallest Violin" - AJR.

Favorite piece of clothing they own: Leather jacket. Tough and helps keeps him warm.

Favorite "little treat": Lemon Cake or Lamingtons.

Favorite person in their lives: Maisie Lockwood; Mario Emmet & Calvin Dearing; Lisa Cobalt.

Dream home (if there were no obstacles, financial or otherwise): A regular two-story house somewhere near the woods.

Dream life: A regular one where he lives with his best friends and doesn't have to worry about the world ending.

SILVA OMAR (THE SILVER CHRONICLES)

Name: Sylvester Silva Omar (Note: Sylvester was the name Adam gave her, meanwhile "Silva" was what Paul and everyone nicknamed her... after the deaths of Persephone and Paul, she rejected her "Sylvester" identity in favor of the stronger "Silva" one).

Universe: Far Cry 5 & Far Cry New Dawn.

Favorite book (and why): "Frankenstein" - Mary Shelley. She can't help but compare herself to the monster, as both are outsiders to society and (to what she had been pushed to believe) is a failure to their fathers and the ideals they worshiped (Dr. Frankestein and his science, Adam Omar and his God). Silva also enjoyed the likes of "Jane Eyre" by Charlotte Bronte and "The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo" by Taylor Jenkins Reid. Silva is a big fan of gothic and romance novels (a bonus if it's both), sometimes with a little bit of mystery and a pinch of depression.

Favorite song: "Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)" - Kate Bush.

Favorite piece of clothing they own: Turtleneck sweater. However since she can't always wear that, the trench coat when she's out and about.

Favorite "little treat": Cranberry Pie.

Favorite person in their lives: Previously it was Elsa, Irene, Persephone and Paul. Now it's Azriel, Faith, Mercy, Sharky, the Ryes, Joey, Pratt and Ezekiel. Kamski's on thin ice.

Dream home (if there were no obstacles, financial or otherwise): Her residence in the Whitetail Mountains near the Henbane River. It's home.

Dream life: To simply live a normal, productive life (whether that be helping out the community of Fall's End or protecting Hope County as a deputy). No cults, no violence, just peace with a little adventure exploring America and possibly traveling with her family. She wants to watch her kids grow up, she wants to be with the love of her life until they're old.

HAOYU ANABUKI (LIFE, DESPAIR & MONSTERS)

Name: Haoyu Anabuki

Universe: Various (Doki Doki Literature Club, Love Death + Robots, Poppy Playtime, & more...)

Favorite book (and why): Haoyu doesn't like reading. The closest thing they've fully and completely enjoyed reading is the "Southern Reach" trilogy and they can't even begin to explain WHY they liked it so much. Honestly a surprise Haoyu was able to successfully bullshit their way into the Literature Club.

Favorite song: "Are You Bored Yet?" - Wallows.

Favorite piece of clothing they own: Belt.

Favorite "little treat": Cookies-and-Cream Ice Cream.

Favorite person in their lives: Monika and Icarus. Everyone else sucks despite the fact Haoyu goes to save them anyway.

Dream home (if there were no obstacles, financial or otherwise): Caravan.

Dream life: A caravan roadtrip lifestyle. Drifting from place-to-place, doing gigs and odd jobs, using their abilities for any reason that doesn't include leaving one universe. As long as their boyfriend and sister is with them, Haoyu is happy. A life of adventure on the road doesn't sound so bad on paper.

ORTEGA "ORE" BRANTLEY (A RADIOACTIVE CALAMITY OF LOVE, BOMBS & GORE)

Name: Ortega "Ore" Brantley

Universe: Fallout (1997), Fallout 2, Fallout 3 & Fallout New Vegas.

Favorite book (and why): "Things Fall Apart" - Chinua Achebe, a surviving copy oddly enough. Also "Animal Farm" by George Orwell. These books gave him an insightful look in how change and societies can occur due to circumstances often within but also out of the control of others; much like the post-apocalypse he lives in, plus allowing him to understand the politics of the old world in a way. It also helped him develop his own sense of masculinity, educated mind and humanity, differing from his father, Arcane Urias.

Favorite song: "Big Iron" - Marty Robbins.

Favorite piece of clothing they own: He'll always be appreciative of the ranger face/mask-helmet that Elrand (the Vault Dweller) and the Brotherhood had implemented into his face after it had been mutilated by Urias.

Favorite "little treat": Ore doesn't need to eat (a benefit(?) of being Urias' son I suppose). He can just consume the radiation from the sun and surrounding waste. However, he does like to treat himself to Ruby's Radscorpion casserole though.

Favorite person in their lives: Marissa "Ress" Bishop; Ryder (the Courier Six); Elrand Brandt; Finidy Mona (the Chosen One); & Marcus.

Dream home (if there were no obstacles, financial or otherwise): A farm in Goodsprings probably; he likes the place, and he can fix up the school to actually become a education center for the children.

Dream life: After he kills his father, Ore plans to settle down in a place like Goodsprings probably, and put his vast amount of knowledge that he's gathered over the years into good use as a teacher when he fixes up the school for the children while Ryder continues her couriering. He expects Ress to drift in and out of his life, probably going on adventure after adventure as expected of his lively and restless sister. Maybe reach out to some old companions like Marcus, Goris and Lenny, or even visit newer ones in the Capital Wasteland and the Mojave. However, he'd never reach this dream... not when he chases after Aggravor into the Divide for a forlorn hope that Ryder was alive...

MARISSA "RESS" BISHOP (A RADIOACTIVE CALAMITY OF LOVE, BOMBS & GORE)

Name: Marissa "Ress" Bishop

Universe: Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas & Fallout 4.

Favorite book (and why): She doesn't have a favorite book. Closest thing is Piper Wright's newspapers, simply because they're funny and wacky and she likes Piper.

Favorite song: "The Wanderer" - Dion DiMucci.

Favorite piece of clothing they own: Her sunglasses.

Favorite "little treat": Fancy Lads Snack Cakes.

Favorite person in their lives: Her Bishop Crime Family; Ortega "Ore" Brantley; Alph Dolen & Amata Almodovar + Butch DeLoria; The King, FONV companions + Red Lucy and Sarah Weintraub; Piper and Nat Wright, Nate Gust Sarid & the FO4 companions.

Dream home (if there were no obstacles, financial or otherwise): After the adventure she went on to kill her dad for her dead bro, she honestly wouldn't mind moving in with Piper in her apartment(?).

Dream life: After taking a break from killing her Urias, Ress would go back onto adventures out in the Wasteland of America, but would always return to the Commonwealth back to Piper and Nat.

#tag game #series: the untitledverse #oc: joaquin cobalt #series: the silver chronicles #far cry 5 #far cry new dawn #oc: silva omar #series: life despair & monsters #oc: haoyu anabuki #series: a radioactive calamity of love bombs & gore #fallout #oc: ortega “ore” brantley #oc: marissa “ress” bishop

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