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ghostssweetgirl · 2 years ago
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crazy over you ~ simon ghost riley x reader
slow burn/enemies to lovers
description: y/n gets transferred to task force 141 and quickly becomes friends with soap and gaz, but her and ghost "hate" each other for the first part.
warnings: mentions of violence and death (duh), alcohol intake, smoking (at some point), nsfw (at some point | HERE ), subtle flirting with soap. i'm new to writing? so don't expect this to be the greatest. this is not in line with the game campaigns or missions. the only characters i included are y/n, soap, gaz, price, & ghost. i have no knowledge of the military this is just creativity
disclaimer: i do not own modern warfare or any of its characters.
chapters: next [tender***] last
wc: 3.3k~
You woke up early and hit the gym for a few hours, in need to work your muscles to prepare for future missions. You appreciate the alone time this morning as it let you work through your thoughts. 
As soon as you got done with your workout, Ghost walked into the gym. You greeted each other, and as much as you wanted to linger, you walked back to your room to read for a little bit. 
You sipped on some hot tea while you read a romance novel for a couple of hours until you heard a knock on your door.
"Come in!" you welcomed.
Your eyes softened as you spotted Ghost. "Wanna go for a walk?"
You instantly closed your book, not caring where you were at in the book, to indulge in time spent with him. "Of course!"
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You walk to a secluded area slightly off the base that's surrounded by small mountains and pretty trees. You didn't even know this was out here. "Oh, wow, it's beautiful."
"Indeed... but not as beautiful as you."
"Simon... that was so sweet," you smiled up at him, earning a slight chuckle from him. You look around before you nuzzle into his chest, wrapping your arms around his thick body, under his arms. You breathed in his scent as your eyes fluttered shut. "Ahh... you smell so good."
His arms wrap around you, one resting on the back of your head. 
You stay like that for a moment until you suggested sitting down. The way you guys sat down had an idea pop into your head. He sat in front of you while you were sitting behind him. You scooted up, your legs splayed to either side of him, pulling his back to your chest. "Like this?"
He relaxed as he sighed, "...Yeah, I do."
You kissed his forehead over his balaclava. "Good. I do, too."
While you rubbed his biceps, massaged his shoulders, and let your fingers trace circles over his chest, you two enjoyed the view in silence. You never were the type of person to feel so relaxed in silence, but with him, you enjoyed the silence. It was content and blissful. Sweet and safe. 
His voice broke as he muttered, "I'm not sure I'm doing this right."
"What do you mean?" you asked with concern.
"This. Us." 
"Oh... Well, there's no wrong way to do it... I don't think. It's what we make it."
"Yeah..." he agreed, sighing in relief.
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The hour was nice, the slight breeze was calming as you two relaxed together. That was until his phone wouldn't stop ringing, and though he ignored it, footsteps came from behind as Soap was hollering for the Lieutenant. 
"L.T.!" he called.
Ghost groaned, rolling his eyes. "What?"
He catches his breath as he spots the both of you sitting with each other, looking back at him. "What're you two doing out'ere?"
"Just... relaxing. What's up?" you asked.
"Price is calling for evals in the arena," he informed as he shook a confused look off his face. 
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Walking to the arena, you see the captain, Gaz, and Soap talking in front of an open mat area. 
"Thanks for joining, guys..." Price cleared his throat. "Today I want to assess your fighting techniques. Everyone is to take turns sparring with each other."
You look around to see displeased looks on people's faces. You went through this a lot at your old base, so it was nothing new or crazy to you, but of course, it might be different here.
"First up, I wanna see Soap and Gaz," he looked at the men. "Go on."
You watch the two circle each other with predatory stares. Gaz taunted Soap, causing Soap to strike first, tackling him to the ground. The two exchanged punches effortlessly, both blocking blow after blow. After a 10-minute exchange of power struggles, Soap finally got the upper hand, causing Gaz to yield. 
Price scribbled on his clipboard, and instantly made eye contact with you. "Diamond, you're up against Gaz."
Pssh, easy, you thought to yourself, walking up to the middle. Gaz got up and got in a defensive stance. "Bring it on, girl." 
"You asked for it," you lunged at him, picking him up and body slamming him on the ground. Striking three hits in his stomach, you turn him on his side and lock your legs around his, pulling him into a chokehold. 
"Goddamn, Diamond..." he choked as he struggled, elbow-jabbing you in the rib, only causing you to choke harder. "Yield!"
You let go and helped him up, smiling at him, then turning to Price, seeing his nose scrunched up as he scribbled some notes, sighing as he looked at Ghost, then Soap. "You two muppets," he pointed at the two. "Don't kill each other."
You stepped back, and Soap chuckled as Ghost stared him down. Ghost didn't say anything as he punched Soap in the jaw, Soap leaned his shoulder into Ghost's ribs, pushing him down. He got him down, but Ghost still had control over the situation. Soap landed exactly 3 blows to the man's jaw until Ghost yanked him down and reestablished dominance, maneuvering on top and hitting Soap's gut over and over again. God, it was like watching two siblings bicker relentlessly, bullying each other.
Soap's grunts and groans were broken, but he didn't yield until Ghost held him in an arm bar. "Yield, Johnny, or I'm gonna break your damn arm."
"F-uck! Yield!"
"Fuckin' dummies..." Price clicked his tongue, flipping the paper over. "Gaz, Ghost..."
You sighed, looking away, finding entertainment in watching literally anything else besides these men taking out their anger on each other. At this point, you wanted this over with and you still had to go against Soap and Ghost. You zoned out until Price whistled, causing Ghost to stop.
"Soap, Diamond, then Diamond and Ghost. We'll be done shortly."
You barely won against Soap, thankfully to Ghost wearing him down earlier. You made sure you used his sore spots against him, even if it was dirty. "Fuck-in' hell, y/n... Ow..."
You were catching your breath as you made eye contact with Ghost. God, this was going to be so fucking awkward. 
You shrugged your shoulders as Ghost towered over you. Obviously, the fact that whatever you guys have going on, you can't afford to show it here. This was work. And he took that seriously.
You batted your lashes as you used techniques he showed you against him, stupidly - he knew he showed you this. You almost had him in a chokehold until he broke out of it, knocking the wind out of you. You both parried each other's hits, which was quite funny to you, so much so that it caused you to chuckle.
"What's funny?" he questioned, working his way to get you in a triangle.
You almost dodged, but he got you. The heavy weight of his leg stayed on your shoulder, and as much as you struggled, you weren't getting out of this. 
He squinted at you, silently demanding you to let go. You gulp as you barely mutter out, "Yield..."
Goddamn it. 
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You were dismissed and made quick work to your shower. You sighed as you towel-dried your hair and got dressed. You sat up on the wall by your bed and grabbed your book. Before you got to finish the rest of the page where you were, your door opened and closed. Looking behind you, you spot Ghost.
"Hey," you spoke, placing a bookmark. "What's up, L.T.?" 
"Funny. You handled yourself well today, proud of you," he complimented, sitting down next to you.
"Aww, thank you, sir."
"Simon."
"Simon," you repeated, placing your book down, and laying on your side. "What brings you here today?"
"Wanted to see you," he scooted closer, reaching up to lift his mask over his nose. "To kiss you."
"Mm," you smiled, perking up to meet his lips. And when your lips met, it was heaven. The world felt like it stopped. The kiss deepened as he leaned into it, pushing your head back on the pillow. 
The kiss got heated quickly as your tongues danced with each other, and both of your hands gripped at each other, tugging each other as close as you can get. You would be lying if you said you weren't turned on. 
"Missed your lips," he pulled a way, a string of saliva disconnecting as he pulled away.
"I missed yours, too," you smiled as you pulled him back to you, not able to get enough. He moaned into your mouth and his breathing got more rapid. He positioned you on your back and settled between your legs.
As one arm held himself above you, the other went to explore, "Is this alright?"
You moaned in response, shaking your head 'yes' with both arms wrapped around his neck, gripping onto his shoulders. Your legs soon locked around his hips, and he moaned. "Are you sure you want this?"
"Yes, Simon... Please," you nearly begged.
As soon as he got your consent, he was quick to bring your shirt up over your head, revealing you in your nude-toned bra that pushed your tits together quite nicely.
"Fuckin' hell, you're gorgeous..."
You blushed as you kissed his jawline, "You're gorgeous, too..."
His body shuddered at the praise, and he worked his way from your jaw to your neck while his hands grabbed onto any part of your body that he could. 
"Simon~..."
"Impatient, are we?" he chuckled as he unclipped your bra with one swift motion behind your back with one hand. As your nipples grew hard from arousal, he was quick to take one of your buds into his mouth, swirling his soft tongue around it. His other hand toyed with your other breast as you pulled his head into you, causing him to suck harder. 
He grinded into you, the friction of your pants and his bulge worked into you, causing your body to tense up and a decently loud moan fell out of your mouth. He held his hand over your lips, leaning up to purr in your ear with his deep raspy voice, "Be quiet for me, luv. I've barely even started here. Can't have the whole unit knowing what I'm doing to you in here."
He kissed down between your breasts to your naval, sucking on the skin around your belly button. He grabbed the hem of your pants and pulled them off of you, leaving you in your panties. 
"I want you so bad, sir..." you whispered. It was almost embarrassing how quickly, and how much he turned you on. You were attracted to him before but being treated like this made you even more attracted. 
His hand slid over your panties, tracing your slit as you whimpered from the touch, bucking your hips up to meet his strong hand. He kissed your inner thighs, slowly, agonizingly slow.
"Please..." 
"Please, what?"
"I want you..."
He kissed your cunt through your panties and as he pushed the fabric into you, your arousal seeped through your underwear. "Already this wet for me, hm? How cute. All for me."
He pushed them to the side as he licked a long, slow stripe up your slit. He stuffed his nose into your cunt, cherishing your scent before his tongue met your clit in slow kitten licks at first. Studying your reactions, he leaned into you harder. Your hand grabbed the back of his neck as you bit your lip to suppress your sounds. 
"Oh, fuck, Simon~!" you said lowly. 
He threw your legs over his shoulders as his hands grabbed your hips, holding you in place. He ate you as if he was a starving man, who hadn't eaten for weeks. His tongue flickered at your entrance while his rough pad of his fingers helped work on your clit slowly. 
Your back arched as you started to sweat, the pleasure being too much, and your hot breath was heating up the room. 
"Simon! I can't - I can't take much more... Fuck..." you pleaded as you wiggled, trying to run away from the overstimulation. He fought with you, holding you in place, squishing the fat of your thighs as he pushed them into your chest. 
He moaned into your clit and leaned his body up slightly to prod at your hole with one thick finger, as he slowly pushed it into you a growl came out of his mouth. He leaned up for a breath of air, "Tight fuckin' cunt."
Your mouth opened, unable to respond as you looked into his dark and lustful eyes which were staring into your soul, enjoying watching you unravel before him, due to his touch. His finger met your cervix and he toyed with it, thrusting in and out with passionate force as you clenched around him.
Dare you look down; you see your wetness slicked across his finger as it glides in and out. Then it hit you.
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You're sleeping with your superior, and he's above you knuckle deep inside of you.
Fuck it, you both wanted this. 
-
The thought of the unprofessional relationship helped you reach a peak. Small, connected moans fell out of your mouth as you leaned up.
"Gonna cum for me, duchess? I can feel you getting wetter. Fuck."
"Yes... Ah, fuck, yes, Simon!"
You released on his finger, and he quickly dived down to lap up your juices. He groaned at the taste, even licking his finger clean. "Gotta be careful with this sweet cunt, huh?"
God, the way he talked to you caught you on fire inside. 
"Please... let me suck your cock, Simon..." you so badly wanted to return the favor, the pleasure. He had different plans as he chuckled.
"Not this time, sweetheart. This is about you."
You never wanted this to end, this treatment. He's already rotted your brain, drunk on his touch. Feelings you never thought you could feel snuck their way up through your spine and you were addicted. 
You whined at him as you watched him take out his aching, huge, cock out of his pants, pulling them down far enough to free himself. You couldn't help but be in awe and wonder how it'd fit. A raging red tip, and a bead of precum gathered at the head. 
He positioned himself between your thighs, and you looked at him with half-lidded eyes, consenting silently. Needing more. 
While one arm was aligning himself, the other was beside your head, holding him up. He rubbed the tip between your folds, collecting leftover cum and slick to help. You both gasped as his tip met the tight gummy walls of your vagina. 
"Fuck!" you wailed, trying to keep yourself quiet. 
One hand caressed your face, "You look so beautiful under me. Relax for me, doll."
You breathed out as he pushed all the way in, letting you adjust to the intrusion. The scary man was gentle with you, patient. His hips gave way as he bottomed out, grunting out from your tightness. 
Your legs once again locked around his hips, keeping him as close as possible to you. Giving him little to no room to escape, he rolled his hips into you as he worked at a slow pace, leaning down between your neck. Your eyes rolled hearing his breaths in your ear, his whimpers. 
"Simon, that feels so good..."
"Yeah?"
You nodded your head as you sucked on his neck, surely to leave a mark. Thank God he wore the balaclava, people didn't need to see that. 
His pace fastened, but he remained deep into you. Your legs became unlocked, giving him freedom to rut into you how he wanted. Almost slamming into you, he sat up, holding your hips down as he thrusted into you harder, faster. You could no longer contain your moans and couldn't think straight to even consider the thin walls and who could hear. 
Your hands gripped the sheets beneath you, and your eyes screwed shut as you were getting close, but he stopped. What the fuck. You sighed in disbelief and looked at him with teary, pitiful eyes.
"Hands and knees."
Gentle but dominant. What a great mixture. What did you expect?
As you quickly obeyed, he pushed your face into the pillow. As he slid back into you, his head tilted back, and he lifted one leg up. His hands caressed your ass, squeezing the fat above your hips to pull you back onto his length. He slid all the way out, then all the way back in, hard. Slow. 
Your legs tightened together, a feeling like you have to pee erupts. His pace fastened, your moans pitched higher, muffled into the pillow, and you started mumbling. "I-I can't! Simon, fu- ahh - uck, I can't~"
"Yes, you can. Take it," he demanded. He leaned down, somehow able to further the pleasure. He sucked in a breath as you clenched impossibly tighter around him, surely to milk him of his cum soon. Your moans were connected, muffled, and a pool of saliva dribbled onto the pillow as you were about to bust. 
"I'm gonna-!" 
He stopped. Again. This time, he pulled out leaving you empty - a wet string of love connecting from your pussy to his cock. 
"Oh my god! Please!"
-
For what seems like eternity of edging, the reality being 10 minutes. He puts his leg back down, humping against you normally. His hands slide up your sides, down to your breasts, to your stomach, feeling the bulge of his cock at your lower abdomen. When finally, he finds your clit, rubbing it in ferocious circles as he relentlessly pounded into you, the sound of your ass clapping against his hips echoing off the walls. 
"Ready?" he purred.
"Fuck! Yes, yes, yes, please!" 
"Mmm... good girl..."
With a few final thrusts, you both finish with each other. Out of breath, he buries himself to the hilt one last time, as he pushes his seed into you. He falls to the side of you with a loud thump, pulling you against his sweaty chest, but you didn't care. You heard how his heartbeat was nearly jumping out of his ribcage, and his chest heaved at a quick pace. You draped your leg over his and worked on catching your breath, kissing his pec. 
"Fuckin' hell..." he sighed, exhausted. 
"Mm... That was... amazing, Simon," you smiled, fighting to stay awake. You faded in and out of consciousness until you realized he was out of the bed, but he quickly returned with a hot washcloth and a cup of water. 
"Lay back, let me take care of you," he ordered in a caring tone. You obeyed without thinking. It was like you handed your brain over to him when he was making love to you. And you didn't mind that, not having to think for yourself, let alone think, with him. 
-
You woke up at 0500 to, surprisingly, him still in your bed. You smiled as you noticed he was asleep with his mask-covered face. You turned and rubbed the soft skin of his bicep, and he shuffled and looked at you with groggy eyes with slightly dark eyebags underneath. 
"Hey, handsome," you smiled. "I love your company, but I don't want the others to catch us... like this, especially..."
"They probably heard," he chuckled. "You're right, though. I should get to my own room."
"I just don't want us to be in trouble, I mean... I know they know, but... you know..." you giggled, overly explaining yourself. In reality, you were just flustered, happy, and fulfilled. 
"I know, luv," he kissed your forehead. "Y'need to go to the shooting range, brush up and get ready for the mission tomorrow, soldier." 
Him switching from Simon to Ghost was so effortless, and quick. 
"Yes, sir," you reply, smiling at him, watching him get his pants on right, and putting on his boots. He looks at you one last time as he walked out of your room, looking around to make sure no one saw.
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All you wanted to do was go back to sleep. You dreaded standing up, unsure of how your legs were feeling after last night. They were definitely jelly at this point. You trucked through though, and got up and showered, ready for the day. You got in uniform and headed to the kitchen for some breakfast before heading to the range. And you were giddy. 
It was going to be a good day.
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potential for a wedding site (I literally just came upon this what the hell)
Ohh hey tha's actually preetty
Sure, looks good t'me!! Not like we have lotsa options out'ere y'knoe,, an aye wooouldn't wanna do it in grass fer those've us wearing heels,,
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angel-dust-bitch-archive · 1 year ago
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@radi0activesmile
"Oh... really?" The spider smiled and gingerly plucked on from the trey to try.
"S'delicious!" He chitters with a satisfied hum,"Themed snacks!? Das a good idea smiles-- way ta think out side the box--Las'time I watched it I was eatin' gumbo~ made the whole experience so much Betta, heh." he giggles, "Betta pop this puppy or Imma eat all the snacks b'fore we even start the film...Should we watch it out'ere? Or we could go ta my room if you'd like..."
"Hm? You mean one of the best and visually mastered scenes in the whole feature?" He chuckled shaking the film lightly grinning, "Uhh, yeh." He giggled, "That ain't the only good piece in'ere though. They're all really good. Some of the best music Eva...but yeh, that one is definitely one of the better ones....and the best visuals."
@radi0activesmile
"Thanks." The spider's smile softens, "hadn't showered since I got off work last night... probably been passed out but that long." He runs his eyes. He hadn't remembered falling asleep...but he did remember coming back and having a silent cry late in the night so as not to wake anyone before he started coloring random scribbles.
He just couldn't bring himself to move from there once he sat--
So he probably wore himself out in that aspect.
"I won't be too long... I'll come back with the film." He said softly, feel free to take the time to make yourself more comfortable too... ain't gotta be all fancy proper ta watch cartoons~" he teased.
He tried to keep his composure while he gathered up the supplies to put back. Though it was still pretty obvious that he was moving excitedly.
It wasn't really too often that he had someone willing to watch cartoons with him... or anything he liked with him really--
Seemed he really appreciated the company.
Once he was out of sight on the stairwell however, the stepping became much more rapid. The tall man seems to underestimate how much clomping his boots cause to the floor even when he's just trying to be quick footed.
Excitable at times, wasn't he?
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phoneybeatlemania · 2 years ago
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PAUL: ... after [John] died, the thing that helped me the most, really, was talking to Yoko about it. She volunteered the information that he had . . . really liked me. She said that once or twice, they had sat down to listen to my records and he had said, "There you are." So an awful lot went on in the privacy of their own place. So, yes, it was very important.
(Paul McCartney 1984 Playboy Interview)
And I heard, in fact, little bits from Yoko, who was kind of nice enough after he’d died to sort of clue me in on that. Realizing, perhaps, that those w– would be the kind of things that would hang me up, forever. “Did he, or didn’t he… hate what I did?” And she said some very nice things. She told me once that he’d sat her down with one of my albums, and they’d be sat down, and he’d be having a bit of a cry about it, and he’d be saying, “Ah… you know, I – I like him, really.”
(Paul McCartney, interview with DJ Mike Reed, 1989)
Anyone else spent too much time worrying about this – like, which songs, which albums?
Would be really curious to know your thoughts! Thanks 💖
Hiya @this-swan!
Ive just seen that you're blogs been deactivated, so Im not sure if you'll end up seeing my response here. Hopefully you're still lurking around somewhere on Tumblr though and come across this anyway! :)
These quotes are super intriguing, and Im surprised I haven't read them before!
The crying is especially interesting to me and makes me wonder did he ever listen to Dear Friend and think How Could I Stay Mad At You? WHO KNOWS but my God—
Im not sure I have anything to add really, but I do agree, it would fantastic if we knew which songs/albums John listened and cried too.
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anna1306 · 3 years ago
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Hey! I read that request you got about a stereotypical southern reader and was wondering if you do something similar for an Aussie reader?? I’m talkin like mullet, drinking, thick as bricks accent, real larrikin shit lol
I am really sorry if I got anyone offended by anything! As I don't know much about these cultures apart from films, movies, games e.c. I'll try to make as much sense as I can
Poly!Lost Boys x Reader from Australia
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They didn'tt see you at first. They heard you. And that was all they could think about at the moment. Because it's hilarious. Marko and Paul were laughing their butts off at your accent, while Dwayne tried to make this words make sense.
David acted instead. He walked up to you and to the punks you had been arguing with. And just calmly asked if there was any problem at all. The punks, knowing David's reputation, scattered away, and you just scoffed.
Not bad, mate. You have a reputation out'ere, aight?
Alright, it was hilarious.
I guess you can say that? How about we go to have some milkshake and talk about why they were so... Fixated on you?
Oi, make it beers and we're deal.
He went to the bar with you and by the end of your talk he got pretty used to the accent. Plus he started to... Like it? The fact that you had similar hairstyle as he had, also added you scores.
When you walked out, boys were standing there, near their bikes. David offered you a ride, but you only laughed
Am I looking like one of these gals and guys ove'there? You're good, mate, but I only met ya. Maybe next time. See ya, pals, - you waved to the others and went your way. David stood there, lighting up a cigarette and watching you go away
We would keep them, right? - Marko bent to him a little.
Obviously, - David scoffed.
You met with them couple of times more, of course. Dwayne got you to go swimming with him. Marko took you to arcade machines and your fighting spirit was enough to get him so excited, you had to run away from there, as you broke the machine. Paul decided to compete with you in drinking, so you both stumbled out of bar completely drunk, but still somehow standing. You supported each other, but didn't crawl at the very least.
When you finally go their cave, it is time for their favourite time - messing with the brain. So, classic - rice is a muggots, noddles are worms, but...
Oh, I know these creatures, they are not venomous... And these worms are good too, I ate them accidently couple'f times. Though this spider on the wall near you, Paul, looks sketchy...
When he jumps and squeals, you laugh at him with others, while David looks at you with a smirk. They liked you before, but now... Now you weren't so easy scared and that got them more hooked on you. They didn't want to play with you, but leave you there, with them.
You refused to drink from the bottle, as you didn't know what was in there at the moment. The guys were a little disappointed, but that meant more time with you. Yay!
Dwayne finds you a board, so you could swim on the waves. You still ask him, why he can't join you in day, but he just shrugs it off. He likes to swim with you at night, seeing everything in the dark, which surprises you. The night, when you taught him how to surf, is burnt in his memory. Your hands, soft, but with calloused skin, putting his hands and legs in the right position, your soft, almost wavy voice without any jumping intonation, instructing him. He already felt like he was on the waves. And your stories about your homeland... He lives for it.
Paul is teasing you for your style, but you just flip him off. What of it if you have mullet? What of it if you have plaid flannel and a hat like from westerns? You don't like some of the stereotypes, yes, but still you like some clothes, simple things in life, you can't change it. He is the only one who can tease you, though. Others who dare - strangely disappear. He especially likes that you have none of personal space and smacks on the shoulder or hugs is normal for you even before the relationship. More affection for him!
Marko is all down for your fiercy personality. He likes how competitive you get at the arcade. And you are pretty good at it, so more challenge for him. But the moment he understood you are his person is when you are in deep shit. Some punks decides that it would be great to rob you and fight you both. You are perfectly calm, when they started confrontation. But the moment they moved to you to fight, and Marko almost did the same, you... Took out a knife. Good, big knife, made for killing, definitely, Marko has seen smaller knives at hunters' place. He just fell in love with you all over again and didn't let you go after the confrontation, when they ran away. He made heart eyes at you the whole night. You are his hero. Khm... But still he is yours!
David met you first. Understood your mind and personality first. He fell for you first. So naturally he tries to spend the most time with you. He likes to hear your opinion on things - entertainment, movies, music, even plainly human lives. He likes to argue with you about anything if you both disagree, it makes him fall for you even more. He likes your ability to stand up for yourself, your independence and your readiness to protect them. Your love was... Huge, even for the four of them. David adores it and you, not able to imagine anyone else on this place.
The question of telling you the truth is sharp, but... You manage to surprise them even here.
Ah, yes, I saw couple of'ya back there. Interesting experience, but... Not the deadliest of what there's.
Marko giggles and kisses your nose. He just happy you didn't go anywhere and wasn't scared. David is a little shocked by it, not showing it, obviously, but you accepted them. Shit, how can they love you more?
And...
Nah, 'm good. Not now, at least.
They are cool with it. As long as you are with them, they are cool with whatever. You are badass, you are cool, you are caring, you are funny. They are ready to wait for you as long as they had to. A year is maximum though... What if you decide to go back, right? Humans change their opinions very often. They can't have it, so yeah, a year. But for now they are happy with you as it is.
The Lost Boys Taglist: @minafromasgard @starmullet
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gathering-storm · 6 years ago
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Caress (cheek) with Ca Sau?
"so....we gonna make out'er what, babe?" The ruffian responds smiling invitingly, his eye looking into those of the woman before him with a teasing half wink, his tongue trailing along his teeth
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mystisnykoto · 7 years ago
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Into the Machine (pt.9)
Iris and Ruri slowly backed away from the roegadyn, panic filling their eyes.
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“What 're ya two do'n 'ere?” the roegadyn asked, stepping forward and letting his height impose fear over the pair. Ruri croaked out a few sounds as banging and crashing filled the hall behind them. Iris looked over her shoulder as worry filled her, torn between grabbing Ruri and running from the cavern, or running back to save the machine.
“Y-you c-can't do-o this!” Iris stammered out, trying to bolster her courage. “D-d-destroying i-is wr-rong!” Iris shouted, stamping her foot. She stared on, looking defiant as she could muster, as Ruri watching more bandits walk into the cave.
“What's goin' on out'ere!?” one of the bandits cried out as the smashing noises ceased. Iris' confidence began to waver as she started to shield Ruri. “Who're these runts?” One of the bandits asked, leaving Ruri and Iris surrounded by the seven bandits.
“Some little punks stickin' their noses 'ere they don' belong. What y' think we should do wit'em?” The roegadyn laughed as his fingers rubbed around the pommel of a curved blade on his belt.
“J-j-just l-let us g-go!” Iris shouted as she tried to look around for a way for her and Ruri to escape. “Y-you can't destroy these!”
“Jus' some Allagan junk n' it's what the boss wants. Leave yer bags, n' you can walk free.” Iris looked on, scared to lose her journal and knowing that losing the tablet that Ruri held could be used to control Omicron Eta. Iris slowly took off her bag, waiting for the roegadyn to reach forward. As soon as he did, Iris swung the bag and slammed it against the bandit's face.
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“RUN!” Iris shouted as she darted between the roegadyn's legs with Ruri close behind. They rushed past the bandits, all startled by Iris' action, as the roegadyn cried out.
“Rrraaagh! Stop them!” the roegadyn shouted as he held the side of his head. The two lalafell exited the cavern and into the evening sun, as they scurried towards the path towards Camp Drybone. Iris turned back towards the cave, watching as a crossbow pointed towards them. She launched forward, stepping into the path of the weapon and pushing Ruri out of the way. Iris stumbled forward, tossing her bag to Ruri her body began to waver with static and digitize. Small glowing cubes fell from where the tip of the bolt stuck out from Iris' chest as her body began to glow bright white.
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“Run...” Iris spoke as her body vanished along with the small cubes. Ruri held the bags, stepping back slowly as the roegadyn grabbed the crossbow wielding bandit. “Ruri! Run! I'm right here!” Iris shouted from one of the bags, snapping Ruri from her daze. Ruri ran off towards the camp, hearing the bandits shouting amongst each other as Ruri fled.
“What's th' matter wit' you!? I said stop, not kill!”
                                                                                                    Ruri shakily plugged the tablet back into the machine, as light gathered on the glass surface as it formed into the shape of Iris. The light fizzled slightly as it solidified, becoming Iris once more. Ruri dashed forward, tackling Iris to the glass, kissing and hugging her.
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“Iris! You're back! Oh gods are you okay? Do you hurt anywhere?” Ruri asked in rapid fire. Iris laughed as she brushed back some of Ruri's hair, giving her a soft smile as her hand held Ruri's cheek.
“I'm doing fine honey, nothing hurts,” Iris said softly, staring into Ruri's eyes as tears dropped from her wife's eyes and to her cheeks. “But... I think we might need to work at defending ourselves if this happens again...”
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teachershahar · 5 years ago
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So... We're going to be ignoring the raise of antisemitism and hate crimes against Jews because we want them to give up their only safe place? That's.. that's nice.
I have got some choice words for that person. I will not speak them, but know that they are there and I am majorly pissed off.
Also, please fuck off. Not every person who has different opinions from you is Far Right.
(in case it wasn't clear [because it isn't in my ADHD/Dyslexic brain], I'm talking to the 'Call-Out'er)
uiruu replied to your link “How the UK got here: The normalization of antisemitism in England”
OP is far-right
I am? This is news to me as I enter my 35th year on this planet. (s)
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