#yes that is why i am wearing a skull mask

[braxiatel]

I've been reading your equinox au and just JUST it never fails to make me crazy insane i think about it all the time!!! The way you write just guts me in the best possible way im left REELING and im aodnwkms??? U get it???????

Grian and scar are a mess and i am proud to announce that scar has never done anything wrong in his life (lie) and i love that for him. Cub made go "tear that bitch apart!!" when i read further yet to fall. Mumbo is dragged into god politics and i pray for his sanity but id willingly do the same for your scar. Eyes wide open even

Cheating stories are never really my jam but this??? The DRAMA the INTRIGUE the WORLD BUILDING the ACTUAL TO HONEST LOVE THATS SO FUCKING COMPLICATED BUT THATS HOW IT IS SOMETIMES?????? i am hooked like a bad telenovela but this time its actually not bad its fantastic really and i am left wanting more and i will always always cheer on scar bc frankly he deserves it. He is assigned as 'the one lead i could never hate even if i tried to' in this messy complicated and just talk to each other jfc relationship

Anyway thank u for creating equinox i am biting my nails i am walking in circles i am absolutely invested in this. Your world building makes me go mwah mwah mwah i will forever rotate it in my head like a rotisserie chicken kind of beat and i hate (affectionate) redstone in game bc it makes my head hurt but damn i love how you write it. The missing sun god is something that is bouncing inside my head and i dont know how to articulate it but it makes me go 'eyes emoji' yknow??? I am deeply in love enamored with ur storytelling and i will continue saying that with my whole chest

Anon?? 🥺🥺 Aaah this whole ask. You're so kind.

They really, really are a mess, aren't they? Much of the fun of writing it is sitting here going "come on. come on just talk to each other. You can do it." but because they are Scar and Grian about it they just... don't do that. So I have to be like "alright [throws plot in their direction] how about now, huh? No? More plot? I'm gonna keep piling misfortune on you until you talk, you know that, right?"

That said you are so, so right Scar never did anything wrong ever (lying, also).

Equinox Cub 🤝 Equinox Doc: wanting the neighbours to sort out their bs. They should form a union, even. They could probably get [redacted] to join too.

Anon, you are either gonna love or hate the next main story because Scar... well, he's making some Choices in the next one, is how I'll put it.

As for the sun god thing, there is some more information about that on the horizon too.

Also anon you have found my weakness, which is world-building. It is one of my absolute favourite parts of storytelling, so your complimenting mine means a lot <3 Emotions are being felt.

And thank you for wanting to read my fic, and for speculating about it <3 I am honestly a little overwhelmed (/pos) by the attention my Hermitcraft/life series fic is getting, everyone has just been incredibly kind.

(also in the name of redstone suffering solidarity, here is a picture of my lil Minecraft guy in front of the copper farm I recently spent Too Long building. I know you can't see half of their face, but I feel like the expression on the mask almost conveys my suffering better than any facial expression could have.)

[tojisun]

…yea sure why not?

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baker!simon who’s known for the bit he’s got going on – something you wished your friends would’ve told you because the first time you walked into the niche bakery (at six am to boot) and saw simon, big and tall and inked and masked simon, you screamed bloody murder.

“jesus-!” he yelled back in surprise, almost dropping a tray of freshly baked shortbreads before whipping his head up to see what was going on only to feel like he’s been punched in the gut because there you stood by the entrance, bundled up with thick jackets like you’re preparing for winter even though fall was just settling in, your hair a haggard mess and your face gaunt from exhaustion, and looking like all parts of simon’s dream woman.

“um,” you stammered, staring at him with wide eyes and trembling hands, your heart hammering in your chest as you began to panic. “i, uh. i’m…?”

simon watched as you continued to stammer before finally taking pity on you. he placed the tray on the counter and turned to fully present himself to you, spreading his arms out in hopes that it would show you that he’s not dangerous. that you would see his flour-covered apron and see that all he’s got going on in life is baking, and then instantly be enamoured with him.

“you here for breakfast?” he asked, clearing his throat upon hearing the awkward croak of his voice. thank god for his mask because he was able to hide the flush of his cheeks, allowing him to continue to play it cool in front of you.

“yes?” you replied, still confused as to why the… baker? was wearing a homemade skull mask.

“sure,” he said and you watched as he wiped his hands on his apron. “come over here then. what’d you want to order?”

baker!simon who isn’t really a big sweets enthusiast but whose desserts are the best in the block. you asked him what made him pursue this career and you watched as he stilled, his face falling slack like he can see something you couldn’t – like he is reliving a memory – before shaking himself with a deep inhale and finally whispering, “for my brother.”

you did not probe any further, your heart heavy with guilt, but simon just turned to you with a small smile and asked, “wanna hear about ‘im?”

he gathered you in his arms as he recounted the few fond memories he has of his childhood, and you breathed him in, smelling the faint smell of macaroons and toasted butter on his skin.

baker!simon who begins dedicating his daily special treats to you. “for the apple of my eye,” when it’s apple fritters day. “for my beloved cheri,” on cherry pie day. “for my precious sugar,” on sugar cookies day.

baker!simon who proudly prances around in his frilly pink apron that has “husband material” embroidered on the chest. you gave it to him as a gag gift but simon loves it so much that he began to wear it to work, showing it off to his friends with a deep chuckle.

“my girl got it f’r me,” he says to johnny. “pretty, isn’t it?”

johnny nods amidst laughter, his body folded into himself as he clutches the counter for support.

-

fuck. baker!simon might even be better than biker!simon

[bitsandbobsandstuff]

Keep your eyes on the road (aka an unexpected sex pollen adventure)

Summary: Honestly, this is what Bucky gets for not listening to you.

Characters: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ only. Oral sex while driving, sex pollen, sex in a car, bad language, Bucky desperately needing to bang. Also please do not try to replicate this unless you are in fact with a super soldier who has super reflexes, as blow jobs while driving should probably be attempted by super people. 

A/N: Is this really my first time writing sex pollen? Yes it is. Is Bucky being needy and desperate kinda fun? Yes it is. Did I enjoy writing this? Yes I most certainly did. I hope you enjoy it too. ;)

*****

The thing is, you told him you didn’t feel like coming on this mission.

And you told him not to open that container with the giant blood red skull on it. 

And you told him to to wear a mask.

And you told him to let you drive, but he shouted something about you being a passenger princess before unceremoniously shoving you in the getaway car.

So yeah. You told him all these things.

The thing is, Bucky fumes, glaring at the swerve of headlights advancing in his rearview mirror - he really needs to learn how to fucking listen.  

“Shit, shit, shit!” He slams the accelerator to the floor and the car gives a sickening lurch. Beside him, you crack your head on the window, trying to buckle your seatbelt and swearing at the top of your lungs. 

“Bucky what the hell’s the matter with you? Just drive.” 

“I’m trying,” he snaps. He can feel the flushing prickle of sweat beading down his neck. Rubbing a shaking hand down his face, he blows out a harsh breath. “Why in god’s name is the heater on? Turn that shit off, I’m burning up over here.”

Craning your neck, you watch the headlights gaining. Fumbling for the Glock taped under the seat, you shoot him a confused look. 

“The heater isn’t on, it’s freezing in here. I told Steve to fix it and he ignored me because he's a giant asshole.”

Eyes locked on the road, Bucky reaches blindly for the window handle, hurriedly rolling it down. A blast of cold air rushes through the car and he gulps in relief.

“Better, much better,” he mutters. He squints into the rearview mirror again, mentally calculating the time between headlights and taillights, when he feels a twisting wrench in his chest. It sends bursts of heat skimming under his skin, snagging every nerve along the way. A panicked whine slips through clenched teeth. Alarmed, you turn back and meet his wild eyes, sweat now pouring down his face.   

“What the - what’s wrong? Bucky? Talk to me!” 

When you grab his arm, he visibly recoils. 

“No no no, don’t touch me, don’t - ah holy fuck, don’t touch me. If you do, I can’t - I’m gonna put the car in the ditch.” 

“You’re scaring me Bucky, what is this?”

He says nothing, deep in thought as his brain runs through the mission on warp speed, trying to identify something, anything, that could possibly -

Wait.

Oh.

Crap.

It's like a sucker punch when he realizes.

“The gold dust that flew out of that container, did any of it touch you?”

“You mean the one I told you not to open but you did it anyway because you can’t follow directions? Bucky what is wrong, you need-“

“Answer me,” he snarls. In the dashboard glow, you see his face pale. He blinks rapidly, trying to focus. “Sorry, sorry, just - please answer. Did any of it get on your skin?”

Baffled, you shake your head.

“No. None of it touched me, it just hit you.” 

Bucky nods, relieved. 

“Good, okay. Okay. Think I know what this is,” he grits out. Another shudder wracks his body and he grips the steering wheel so hard it squeals in protest. “HRNE-75.”

Your response is a blank stare.

“Am I supposed to know what random letters and numbers mean?”

“It’s a stimulant.” 

“Like caffeine?”

“No, like a drug.” You can hear him breathing faster. “Like a - like an aphrodisiac.”

Still a blank stare.

“What kind of aphrodisiac?”

“People call it sex pollen,” he says flatly. “It makes you horny. Like - really fucking horny. And it hurts like hell unless you do something about it.”

“Well, okay. We’ll figure that out when we get home, but for now - “

“I can’t - I don’t think I can wait until we get home,” he interrupts. Sweat soaks the collar of his shirt and he shifts uncomfortably, glancing down. Following his gaze, you can see his cock straining against his jeans. 

“Jesus Christ. Bucky if you’re in pain, just pull over and let me drive, you can jerk off in the backseat.”

“We don’t have time to pull over, that fucker’s right behind us and if we don’t get us past Steve’s stupid check point, we’re gonna lose him and then the whole mission is wasted and I got sprayed by some bullshit horny dust for no reason and I’m sweating so much right now and I think I’m going to throw up, my dick hurts so fucking bad!” 

His voice reaches an hysterical pitch and you press your lips together, choking down the laughter. 

“Okay okay, I got it. So if you come, does that stop the pain?”

“Yeah, but doesn’t matter,” his shoulders slump miserably. “We can’t stop yet and I can’t jerk off and drive at the same time. Maybe under normal circumstances I could do it, I mean sure I have done that before because sometimes I get bored driving, but I just don’t have that kind of focus right now baby, I don’t.” 

Tremors are rattling through his entire body now, as he fights for control. As he shifts his hips, unconsciously searching for some kind of friction to offer relief, an idea pops into your brain.     

“Hey. Let me give you road head.” 

His hands slip on the wheel and he double-takes. 

“Wha - road head? Like - what does that mean? Like you’d give me a blow job? While I’m driving?”

If this were any other situation, you would tease him mercilessly for the way his voice squeaks, but you smother the urge. Plenty of time for that later.   

“Of course. If it helps.”

“But you mean, you’re going to suck my dick? While I’m driving?”

“Love the emphasis on the important words. Yes, I’m going to suck your dick, while you’re driving.”

Bucky bats the idea around, debating whether you’re actually serious and whether he is probably definitely going to drive down a highway at - he checks the speedometer - 145 miles per hour, while you suck his dick. Another wave of heat roils through him and he stifles a groan. Glancing at your expectant face, he gives a shaky nod.

“You’re sure?”

Rolling your eyes, you unbuckle your seatbelt and scoot closer to him.

“It’s not a hardship Buck. You know I’m your dick’s number one fan.” Carefully popping the button on his jeans, you tug down his zipper and he pushes up his hips, struggling to help. The slight pressure on his aching cock already has him whimpering. “Just drive careful, alright? If I die because you wreck Steve’s car while I’m sucking your dick, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Yeah, yeah, fine,” Bucky breathes. “Careful. Sure. Whatever you say.”

Grasping him firmly, you lower your head and take his dick all the way down in one smooth move.

“Oh my fucking god,” he shouts, eyes fluttering. “Sweet shit that’s good!” 

He keeps one hand in a death grip on the wheel, while he places the other against the back of your neck, keeping you firmly in place. Bobbing up and down, your tongue strokes along the ridges of his cock and you feel him swelling impossibly thicker. Tightening your lips, you suck hard, dragging slowly up  and he croaks out a garbled plea.   

“Keep going, keep going, please keep going.” Beneath your practiced mouth, his entire body begins to vibrate and he grips the back of your neck tight, chanting desperately. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, holy fuck, I’m gonna come.”

He thrusts up, holding your head tight as he comes down your throat. When your fingers scratch along his thigh, his foot inadvertently pushes the accelerator harder. The car climbs to 155 miles per hour and above you, the sound of ragged panting fills the car. 

Releasing his dick with a soft lick, you look up and Bucky chokes at the sight of your spit slick, swollen lips curving into a smile.

“That was fast. Feel better?”

He breathes a whispered yes, but you can still see the red flush still spreading down his neck. He swallows hard and grimaces.  

“Helped. Definitely helped. Still hurts, but better,” he says faintly and you see his cock is still rock hard. “It’s okay, it’s enough for now, I appreciate the - “

Rolling your eyes, you lean down and take him back in your mouth. Slipping a hand between his legs, your fingers carefully cup the heavy weight of his balls, squeezing gently. The rest of his sentence fades, melting into a rush of fervent praise.

A luscious ache settles in your belly, feeding off the hot desire you feel sparking through him, at the filthy words you hear him whispering above you. If you weren’t driving down a pitch black highway at a completely inappropriate speed, you’d consider reaching down to take care of yourself, but since you’re already flouting the most basic rules of automotive safety, you figure you should keep your hands on Bucky’s balls instead.

Of course, that doesn’t stop you from rubbing your thighs together to try and relieve some of the pressure. 

Bucky glances over at your movement, a deep growl rumbling in his chest at the sight. He didn’t think anything could make him harder at this point, but the image of you so turned on by giving him a blow job, does the trick. He grinds his teeth, dangerously close to just pulling over and saying fuck this ridiculous mission. Rubbing his hand between your flexing shoulder blades and slowly bobbing head, his rasping voice carves into you.

“Does this make you feel good? Doin’ this for me? Fuck me, wish I could help you out right now. You’re so damn good to me baby. Moment we stop this car, I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

With his dick buried deep in your throat, your enthusiastic hum of agreement vibrates deliciously and he struggles to keep his eyes on the road. Everything feels incredible. Your tongue curling around the head of his cock, sucking gently on the tip, before sliding back down. The way you swallow around him, the squeeze of your throat, so hot and slick and tight. It feels so god damn good and he’s close again, one more second - 

The transmitter sitting in the console squawks to life, an ear piercing siren shocking you both from the lust fueled haze. You jerk off Bucky’s dick in a panic and he nearly screeches at the loss. Scrabbling with the device, he smashes the green TALK button.

“What?! What the fuck do you need, I’m busy.”

“Calm down there, speed racer,” comes Steve’s breezy voice. “Just letting you know we pulled the guy over. Turn around and come back so we can - “

Steve’s voice is abruptly silenced when Bucky crushes the transmitter with an easy squeeze of vibranium fingers. He flings the shattered splinters of plastic into the back seat and slams both feet on the brakes. The car fishtailes across the road, before skidding to a stop in a spray of gravel. Throwing it into park, he flips the lever under his seat and slides back with a mechanical thunk. Scrambling to pull his pants down all the way, he spreads his legs wide and takes his dick in hand. His eyes are dark, blown black when he turns to you.

“We’re safe. Get your pants off and get over here. Now.” he barks. 

Grinning at him, you tug on your tac pants, shimmying easily from the stretchy black fabric and clambering into his lap. There is no pretense. Bucky lines himself up and yanks you down, filling your cunt in one rough thrust. You’re so wet, he slides in easy. 

“God, Bucky,” you hiss. “That feels so good.”

He tugs on your shirt, pulling everything off until your breasts are bared. His mouth finds a nipple, teeth gently scrapping and tugging, greedily sucking the sensitive peak between his lips. He moves your hips faster, lifting and dragging you down on his cock over and over, until he jerks you down one final time, slams his head against the seat and comes with a long, guttural moan. Deep inside, you feel him pulsing over and over, until you can feel it dripping down your thighs, hot and sticky. 

Head tipped back, he struggles to catch his breath and you can see his heartbeat jumping wildly at his throat. When he finally opens his eyes to meet your questioning stare, you can see.

His eyes are still dark. 

“Need more?” You smile gently, smoothing sweaty hair from his forehead.

He swallows hard and then nods slowly.  

Rocking your hips, you grind down on him and lean in for a deep kiss, sliding your tongue against his. Bucky gives a shuddering sigh, sinking back into the feel of your body rolling against his. Warm hands stroke lightly down your spine and you can feel the thick, heavy weight of him growing hard again between your legs. But waring with the pleasure, a nervous tension seems to grip him.

“Bucky. I’m not made of glass,” you admonish. Licking delicately along his earlobe, he mumbles a string of apologies and your lips trail down his neck, pressing a kiss against that fluttering heartbeat. “You won’t hurt me, I promise. Use me however you need. Make yourself feel good. Just make me come before you’re done. Deal?”

“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” he says, shivering uncontrollably at the heady combination of your cool breath and fiery words. “I can do that. ‘Course I’ll do that.”

His hands slide up your back and hook over your shoulders, his fingers splayed over your collarbone. He holds your body firmly in place, thrusting up into you and simultaneously rocking your hips forward. The angle is perfect and you moan at the feel, dizzy with desire as his cock rubs that spot inside just right. 

The sounds filling the car are purely pornographic. Wet skin slapping, Bucky grunting with every hard snap of his hips. The feel of his calloused fingertips stroking up your belly, between your breasts, pressing divots into your skin. He stares up at you, his eyes heavy and hooded and utterly adoring, relishing the sight of you grinding your pussy against him. His hand slips between your legs, stroking over your clit, rubbing fast tight circles. He smugly drinks down the breathless gasps he coaxes from you.   

“Bucky, I think - I think I’m - ”

The words falter when your hand slams into the car roof and your head falls back, eyes drifting closed. Lust slaps him hard as he watches you come, writhing above him, your voice cracking when you moan out his name again and again.  

“That's it, there you go baby,” he whispers roughly. The vision is breathtaking. Stunning. He figures maybe he could get used to sex pollen and a perpetually aching dick if it means he gets to see you like this.

He was already close (again), but the pure pleasure in your face is enough to knock him over the edge. He buries his face between your breasts, pinching your nipple and licking over your skin and your fingers tangle in his damp hair. You hold him tight as he gasps out your name, emptying himself inside you one more time.

And this time, finally, you can feel some of the spring tight tension disappear. His skin is still hot, but the shivers begin to diminish. Rough hands still grip your hips, but it feels controlled. The manic lust begins to fade, leaving a smoldering fire in his chest.   

Bucky tips a weary head back and meets your amused expression. A smile tugs the corner of his lips and he shakes his head. 

“God damn,” he sighs.

Scratching your nails lazily along his scalp, he leans into your touch, humming like a contented, if slightly feral, kitten. 

“Feel better?”

“So much better,” he murmurs. “Sorry that went completely sideways. Wasn’t really expecting that. Obviously enjoyed it, but still. Unexpected adventure.”

Pressing a kiss to his forehead you laugh.

“Next time, maybe don’t open the can with the giant red skull on it. Deal?”

“Deal.”

A comfortable silence settles. Bucky trails his fingers down your arms and you eye him thoughtfully.

“So, do you think they’ll come looking for us?”

“Maybe. Eventually. What should we do while we wait?”

There is a moments pause. And then you begin to roll your hips against him again and Bucky feels the electricity flare to life once more.

“We keep going.”

*****

[guttednights]

your bar.

You've worked in the same bar for the past 3 years. It's fairly common for military men to come in and get drinks together. It's always soap, gaz, price, and the one in a mask.

One night you finally speak to the guy in the skull mask. "your name is?" as he looks at you, his cold eyes lighten.

"ghost," he said gruffly when soap elbowed him, he shot soap a glare and sighed making eye contact with you. "Simon. simon Riley." he gruffs.

you can't help but smile. "well then Simon Riley. want your usual?"

"Please," he says coldly

you and your friend spent the rest of the night talking about simon. "god i dont know what it is about him but." "jeez.."

"oh ew! shut up" your friend replies walking to the other side of the bar

you giggle "ah cmon, its not as nasty as you and your thing for that old one.

she giggles. "price is hot because hes a gentle man. simon just looks like he could hurt anyone."

"thats what i like" "feels like hed go to jail for me"

She rolls her eyes "okay mrs delusional."

the next few days some tension between you and simon grew. he cant keep his eyes off you. your literal eyecandy to him. and you notice.

"sarah he keeps staring" you say entering the back to "refill something"

she squeals. "girl hes so into you!"

you roll your eyes, "oh whatever."

Later that night soap walks up to the bar,

"hey y/n, you know my big friend Simon? ya he wants ye number"

your heart practically stops beating. "uh.. yeah sure here" You quickly write it on a napkin and hand it to him. you watch as soap runs away like a schoolgirl giggling to Simon as he hands it to him.

the whole rest of the night you were shocked. The big huffy man you think is hot wanted your number?

around 2 am you jolt awake as your phone buzzes. you grab your phone, its him.

"hey gorgeous its simon, or "big masked man"

"Hi simon" god you cant believe this is happening is this real?

"you should be asleep. what you doing up?"

ur heart flutters, (GOING FERAL LIKE YES PLS BOSS ME AROUND) "couldnt sleep"

"any reason why?"

(yes Simon ur the reason why) "nope no praticular reason why, just one of those nights."

"alright. want to get coffee tomorrow?"

"coffee?!" you think to yourself "Omg it's happening.."

"id love to get coffee"

"great. ill see you at happy cafs tomorrow at 9 am."

"see you there"

your freaking out literally, the man of your literal dreams is asking to go out on a coffee date?! Is it a date..?

"is this considered a date?" you text him a few minutes later

"yes, sweetheart. it's considered a date lol"

you throw your phone across the room screaming and kicking your feet. you can't sleep the rest of the night. too busy thinking about what to wear. finally at 6 am you give up and hit the shower, then walk to your closet. "god do I wear a dress? jeans hoodie?" finally you decide on a long-sleeved black dress, perfect for winter. you straighten your hair, do your makeup, and hype yourself up.

8:55 and you're a minute away from the cafe when u see him pull up. your heart drops. you're so excited yet so nervous, u practically black out until you bump into him.

"op, watch out there" he chuckles, "looking at your feet while you walk sweetheart or?"

you chuckle, "Sorry lost in my thoughts." sweetheart?! You can't help but blush as he puts his hand on the lower part of your back and directs you inside. you both sit down at a booth and a waitress comes over. you both order and wait.

you can't help but stare at him, even tho you haven't seen his face his eyes just capture you.

"I'm not gonna lie, sweetheart,. I can't keep my eyes off you at the bar,"

"might as well claim ye before you are no longer available" he smirks as you blush and look away

you spend the next 3 hours just talking getting to know him. And before you know it, (in a few weeks of course) you are dating, officially his. the man of your dreams is officially yours.

side notes: i dont know if i like this tbh. it feels really long and i almost lost what else to say. if u want a part 2 (MAYBE SMUTTY VERS. i can do it lmk!!!)

[kiwi-channn]

Feel your love 

Older ghost × young fem reader

It is about Seeing Ghost in the old small pub for a lot of months , but the reader is younger than Ghost.. Maybe Ghost is in his late thirties and reader in her early twenties. 

(Reader is referred to as “she”) (and also as“I” but just while the reader is thinking)

Part 2 - part3 here

(I really am interested in that type of men..ha!... I saw him in the bar... He wears a weird mask.. or maybe a balaclava...with the shape of a skull.... And he always sits there on the barstool... Sometimes alone and sometimes with other men... He orders Bourbon most of the time... How do I know that?... Maybe I stalked him a bit.. just a little bit... I really wanna talk to him and see who is behind that mask...he looks so mysterious and intimidating… I wonder why he wears that weird mask?.... Is he ugly?.. Is his face deformed or something?  …. One thing I noticed is that he doesn't …he doesnt talk much… when he is with those men… he is the least one to say anything… ) 

(And today... Here I am talking to him .. wow... I can't believe it... I am really happy... We have been talking for a few days (i just catch him whenever i see him here)...and to be honest i started it… I just couldn't help myself… and since we started talking(or i started talking to him), i found out that he is so kind unlike his looks with all that black.. )

“So... You said that you work in the military.. right?... Wow... That's so cool... I never knew someone from the military before…” she says softly as she tries to not seem so excited....

Ghost: “yeah.. in special forces... What about you, luv?...”

“Oh... I am a student in college... But I will graduate next year... I study accounting…”

Ghost: “good... So.. Do you come here often?...I saw you for the last few days...”

“kinda... I just come whenever iam free .... But I didn't see you here in the past month…”.

...(wait, don't say that!.. He will know you have been watching him.. Idiot!... I am screwed … how should I take it back?... I really wanted to know where he disappeared to… I asked without thinking…oh god~)

<Ghost just hums quietly and he doesn't answer her... He can't talk so much about his deployments and missions.. but he doesn't mind her company at all... She talks a lot but she looks cute .. like a cute puppy.. happy and wagging her tail…>

<she thanks god that he let this question pass.. It is better to not be answered instead of being embarrassed more ..>

<She thinks a bit and she blushes softly... Averting his eyes .. as she hesitates to ask him something again.. but she really wanna know this question .. not like the other one she said without thinking…>

*He smiles calmly under his balaclava...*

Ghost: “what is it?.. go on..”

“Umm... So... I really wanna know... You don't have to answer though... So.. um…” she hesitates.. she is really awkward ...

Ghost: “ just ask..” says firmly as he takes a sip of his drink...he assures her that it's okay.,.

“Okay.. do you have a girlfriend?.. I mean are you single?...”.. She says that part so quietly, she wonders if he even heard her…

<Ghost feels surprised... He didn't expect such a little cute thing to ask him that type of question... And his eyes go wide for a few seconds.. as he looks at her… he looks at her face, her soft hair, her cute dress… And she feels so embarrassed and looks away from him... Her eyes looked everywhere except at him…>

<he chuckles a bit with his raspy voice…>

“oh.. I didn't expect that , sweets... Hmm.. what do you think?.. Do you think I am single?...”

<She gulps and feels so nervous…>

“Well... I think.... Maybe.. you are single... Right?...”

Ghost: “yes.. clever girl... So why do you ask anyway?...”

<She blushes more and sighs tiredly…>

“Just.. you know.. just curious... That's all…”

<Ghost huffs quietly as he chuckles quietly>

Ghost: <yeah?... You better stay that way... Just curious...”

<She feels confused and looks at him... She doesn't understand him sometimes... And she frowns a bit>

“Why?... Why are you saying that?...”

Ghost: “don't you understand, luv?... Look... I don't wanna be rude ... But it won't work... And you should know that... I Am not good for a small girl like you…”

<She feels surprised at his words... And she looks ahead at her drink on the counter... Her heart sinking.. and her face flushing more…>

“I.. I don't know what you're talking about... I never thought about anything like this .... I.. I was just curious... That's all…” She lies and feels so bitter.. her throat is becoming dry... Her voice is not sure at all... She feels so awkward and embarrassed... She just wanna get out of this awkward situation.. She was just curios right?...

[ravenmichaelisstuff]

Soap keeps the skull balaclava from the Ghost Team.

Soap and Ghost were sent on a mission, quick in and out. Everything went to plan except for one thing. Ghost came back to their assigned car without his mask- instead, his face below the nose was covered with a dirty rag. He looked furious.

"Where is yer..." Soap waved his hand before his face.

"Torn to shit." He tossed the skull front of his mask to Soap, balaclava not attached. Soap managed to gracefully catch it.

"But ye are all right?" Johnny scanned Ghost for any injuries. He didn't find any, but he could see the tension in Ghost's moves.

"Peachy sergeant, now get in the car. We need to get to the safe house."

Soap decided not to pry and got in the car.

***

Soap looked at Simon the whole ride. Not because he was exploiting the fact that Ghost had a lot of his pretty face showing, but because he was worried. Their usual car rides since the eventful ride from Las Almas were filled with Soap's banter and Ghost's dry dad jokes. Now Soap was convinced he was going to be decapitated the second he would make any noise with how pissed Ghost looked.

"Do you have a problem, MacTavish?" He growled out. Turns out looking at him wasn't his best idea either.

"Ye should take that stinky rag off your face Lt."

"I won't be showing you my face."

"First of all, I have seen it already. Two, it's not even about that. This looks lik' ye pulled it from the devil's bahookie crack, I can smell it here and you have it in yer face." 

Ghost looked like he was considering Soap's words. "It does rake." He responded finally.

"Well then, take it off!" He flung his arms.

Ghost's grip on the steering wheel tightened. "I can't."

"Come on, Lt. me seeing your face can't be that bad-"

"It's not even about you, Johnny." Ghost interrupted, looking resigned. "I don't mind." 

Soap was confused. "Then why...?"

"I don't mind you looking. Everyone else is a different story. I am a different story."

"Oh." That wasn't the response Soap expected. He felt warmth dripping down his neck. The Scotsman immediately softened. 

"Yeah, "oh"." Ghost's voice was raspy.

"But now there is only me, Simon."

"You, me, and the rear-view mirror. And we will be at the safe house with others in 30 minutes. I can't have them look at me." Ghost was whispering. He looked focused on the road, but Soap saw the nervous tapping of his gloved hands on the wheel.

"Tis' that bad, huh?" Soap pondered. No pity or mockery behind it. Ghost just nodded slightly.

They drove like that for a while, when suddenly Soap lit up and started patting around his tactical vest's pockets. "Ha! Knew I brought it!" 

Ghost looked at him from the corner of his eye. He saw Soap holding out a balaclava to him, the exact same one he gave him months ago. Ghost was so dumbfounded that Soap had to grab the steering wheel to prevent them from crushing.

"Simon!" He regained his focus on the road and took the peace of fabric from Soap, placing it on his legs.

"You kept it."

"Yep, so now ye have something to wear."

"Why did you keep it?"

"Don't know honestly, felt important, lucky even."

"Really?"

"Yeah, whenever you are with me I make it out in one piece. Bringing the balaclava gives me at least a feeling of you covering my six, ye know?"

Ghost was probably too overwhelmed to process all this information, so he just pulled over and switched the rag with the clean balaclava.

On the next mission, everyone has a spare balaclava. Ghost knew it was Soap's doing and he fell for him even harder.

I just wrote what I had sitting on my mind, hope someone enjoyes it <3 I love all the feedback and I have so much fun in this community.

[babygirl-riley]

Bar Nights*

You go to your local club with some friends. When you get there it’s starts to get more packed, dancing on the floor you noticed some hooded man staring right at you. Intrigued you walk your way towards him.

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Female Reader

Warnings: Swearing, drinking, alcohol, past relationship, rough sex, semi public sex, Oral Sex, V!fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, non established relationship

A/N: I am going to here on out attached music that I think that first match with the fic or where I got ideas from 👀 Sooo enjoy lovers! Also take the recent poll about a series for this fic! It will only last a week! 08/26-09/02 To be continued?

simon x reader guide

simon x reader smut list

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Your friends begged you to go out after 2 years of being broken up with your ex. You had not left your loft for a while, not wanting any sort of contact with males. Online dating was shit, in reality dating was shit. In your mind set they were pig, lowlife, assholes. That’s when your friends wanted to change your mind, start going to clubs, do one night stands. Get the stress fucked out of you. (literally)

You watched as your friends backed their asses on some men that would fall into their hands. They were like sirens but without singing it was more dancing. You wished you could do that attract men by moving your hips, flirting, all that. Instead you stand next to the bar drinking your emotions away.

You stood there songs by songs until you felt someone staring. You looked around to find the set of eyes on you. He was tall, huge, like you swore that his hands were the size of your head. (dramatically saying) He was wearing long sleeves, jeans, boots, but what caught your eye was the mask. The mask was a ski mask with a skull pattern on the bottom of the mask.

It drew you, the mask, aurora, everything. How he was staring at you gave you the chills. You walked towards him, his head following your movements. When you reached him, he gave you eye contact. You both stared for a moment before you lifted your hand. “Y/N.”

The man looked down at your hand before looking back up, firmly grabbing your hand. “Do you do this to everyone you meet at a club?”

It shocked you from how your body reacted to his voice. His deep voice was like honey to your ears, on top of that he was British. Chills ran down your body to your core. You smirked and shook your head. “I don’t know how else to approach people.”

He scoffed and lifted his mask up to his nose, you took note the scar on his chin, the stubble growing, his lips looking soft. He licked his lips before taking a sip of his drink. The music pounded louder as the songs started to pick up. You looked back out to see one of your friends staring, unsure. You shook your head no as they continued to dance.

“What is a guy like you here in a club anyway?” You asked looking back at him.

He side eye you taking another sip. “Here with friends.” You looked around to see anymore of masked men. You heard him sigh and leaned in, you felt his body press against your shoulder. “They’re right there.” He whispered pointing at two men dancing with random people.

You turned your head back to him looking at his lips then his eyes. He noticed doing the same action. “Why is a girl like you in a place like this?” He said calmly, slowly.

You both stared for a while. “I was made to come.” You pointed at the women dancing with another set of men.

His eyes shifted over and nodded. “Hm…I see,” He looked back down at you and sighed. “Do you smoke?”

You sighed with relief. “Yes.”

He nodded once before going to his drink and shot his drink back before leaving the bar. You followed up doing the same movement, leaving a bill underneath. He was a mountain for sure but how he moved in the crowd was so swift. You wondered how he did it, maybe cause he looked like he would mug you.

Why were you following him? He could kill you? Take you somewhere where no one can find you. Plant you like… “Gonna take it angel?” You snapped out of your head and noticed you were outside next to his car.

How long have you been standing here?You gently grabbed it and placed it between your index and middle. You cupped around it so the wind didn’t catch the lighter he lit. Once it gave the shining red, he lit his.

You both sat there for a moment in silence, taking the hits from cigarette. You looked over to him dragging a long one, noticing he also was wearing gloves. “You know it’s the summer?” You mentioned smirking before tapping off the ashes of the cigarette.

He chuckled at that and rolled his eyes. “I like feelin extra warm sweetheart.”

This time you chuckled and rolled your eyes. “Uh huh.”

Small conversations was formed talked about almost everything, getting more cigarettes, then the conversation lex to why you were truly here. “So yeah that’s why I am here. My friends think I need a good fuck to get over that bastard.”

He was quiet before he threw the bud on the ground. “Well,” He moved to cage you against the car. “Sounds like that bastard didn’t know how to treat a woman right.”

You chuckled getting red from how close he became. “Yeah.”

The stranger leaned down to whisper to your ear. “If you want we can get that good fuck right here.”

You smirked from the sudden change of pace between the two of you. Rubbing your thighs. You been wanting it all night, you really needed to get fucked, all the pent up emotions. You nodded. “Please.” You whispered looking up at him.

His eyes stared right into yours. “We have options…”

“In your truck.” You said quickly, as he pulled the handle to lift your in.

You scooted back so he could come in shutting it behind him. He came close to you as he licked his lips. You grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to kiss him hard. Desperate. Needy. He inhaled before biting your lower lip making you gasp as his tongue invaded your mouth.

He pulled you down a bit so your legs were between his knee. He kissed your neck and sucked your collarbone, biting like he couldn’t control it. The whimper that left your mouth was so needy, wanting. You curled your leg around his waist before grinding up to his pelvis. He inhaled sharply, as you knew the bulge in his pants meant he was hard.

He rubbed his hands up your body to cup one of your breast, kneading into them while coming back up to kiss you hard. He leaned into his hands, as he played with your nipples. “Time to take this off yeah?” He whispered kissing your cheek to come to your ear nipping at it.

Your mind was fuzzy already, for being out of touch of sex for a while you would have assumed that one small touch would make your head spin. You shouldn’t do this you kept thinking, you were independent, didn’t need a man to make you feel this way. But from how he was touching you, talking to you, hell even the noises he made, made all those fucking thoughts disappear.

You pulled your dress up to reveal your lacy black panties and no bra. He sat back on his heels and admired before leaning to suck on one of your nipples while he played with the other. You moaned arching up into him, grabbing his mask. You felt him smirk on you before his other hand went down to your clothed clit, rubbing tight circles. You gasped at the sudden sensation hitting your nerves.

“Fucking hell,” He whispered his voice even deeper than before. “You’re soaking.”

You gasped as he moved your panties to the side to insert one of his gloved fingers. You babbled incoherent words as he started to pump his finger, he leaned down to your clit and started to suck and lick it. You could feel yourself jolt from the sudden sensation that was in your stomach. He hummed into you as you gasped and grabbed the back of his mask.

His hand pressed you down holding you as you moved your hips with his mouth. “I’m gonna put another finger in you, can you take that?” He whispered kissing your pussy’s lips.

You nodded giving him a uh huh noise before he bit your inner thigh. “I need words sweetheart.”

You inhaled whining at the sudden loss of motion. “Yes please.” You basically exhaled it all out before feeling him insert another finger and doing a come here motion. “Fuck.” You whispered once more when you felt his tongue flatten on your clit.

You started panting as he sped up. You felt the coil start to tighten, as you grabbed onto the back of his masks. His hand held you down as you arched you back. You mumbled incoherent words, once you started to relax he licked one last time up closely, making you groan.

“Bloody hell,” He sat up licking his lips and undoing his belt. “Making a mess all over my seats.”

You looked to see your wetness dripping on his seats. “Gotta leave my mark somehow.”

He hummed nodding his head, you watched as he unzipped his pants and took both of his boxers and pants down. His dick sprung out and you felt your stomach twist. You didn’t expect him to be that big, you looked back up at him. His eyes piercing into yours. “I know love,” He leaned down to capture a kiss, you could taste yourself. You moaned into him. “You can take it yeah?”

You nodded once as you pushed him back down, he resisted for one moment before letting you press against him. “Let me return the favor love.” You whispered to his lip licking his lips before going down.

He groaned for a moment as you grabbed his cock. You gave it a couple of pumps before licking from the base and following the vein to his tip. “Mmm don’t be a tease.” His voice grumbling from his chest.

You sucked on his tip making your cheeks hallow. He entangled his fingers into your hair as you bobbed up and down. You basically swallowed his cock hitting the back of your throat. You started to slurp feeling his cum and your saliva making a ring around his cock and your lips.

“Fuck princes like that,” He whispered his voice breaking. “Don’t st—stop.”

You started to go faster feeling his cock twitching every now and then. The sounds that came from your mouth would only had to be heard from a porno. His body started to twitch and he started to pant harder and louder. “I’m gonna—Christ.”

He couldn’t finished while you pushed his cock to the back of your throat. You felt his rope of cum going down your throat. You moaned loudly as he finished, he sighed still having his cock in your mouth. His breathing started to slow down as you slowly let his cock out of your mouth. He hissed as you made a pop from your mouth.

He sighed leaning more against the door. You smiled at him while you licked your lips and wiped the side of your lips. He sat up and dragged his thumb from the top of your lip to the bottom. “How long you gonna be here Britain?” You said with a flirty tone.

He chuckled before fixing himself. “Long enough for more rounds yeah?”

[cod-dump]

HOLY SHIT I FORGOT I HAD THIS SAVED

Ghost in thisssses

Maybe even make the hands skeleton hands ☠️

Poor Soap doesn’t stand a chance

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Little Black Dress

Pray for Soap

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Ghost was definitely set up to wear it, but by who was a mystery. He was sent the dress with no indication of who it came from. When he opened the box he honestly was impressed by the dress and knew it was a custom order. Someone spent some good money on this.

Ghost put the dress on and he liked how it hugged his body. The skeletal hands on his chest and the hip bones on his hips shows that someone put some serious thought into this. Who was he to disappoint and not show off his new dress? So he decided to put his black heels on with torn stockings, his skull face mask, and skeleton gloves. And head out.

It was his day off, Price couldn’t do anything even if he wanted to.

He headed out of his room and through the base, enjoying the hilarious expressions that the people he past sent his way. He ran into Gaz who took one look at what he was wearing and groaned loudly.

“You can’t keep doing this, man…”

Ghost hums before walking past Gaz, “Yes I can.”

Gaz follows him, “No, you can’t! Soap is going to snap if he sees you! You’re killing him!”

“He looks pretty alive to me.”

Gaz peeks around Ghost to ses Soap down the hall. He grabs Ghost and manages to shove him into a supply closet before Soap could see him. Gaz waits for the Scot to leave before cautiously opening the door.

“Was that fucking necessary, Garrick?”

“Sorry but he can’t see you!”

“I’m a big guy, Gaz. I can handle a tiny, horny, pyromaniac.”

Gaz blinks as a recruit runs up and takes a picture of Ghost before running back off, “Killing it, LT!”

Ghost preens and looks at Gaz, “At least someone appreciates me.”

“Soap will do more than appreciate you if he sees you!”

Ghost hums in thought and Gaz groans loudly. He grabs Ghost’s wrist and starts to drag him.

“I’m not changing.”

“I figured you wouldn’t. I’m taking you out to town, far away from Soap.”

Ghost doesn’t fight him, instead looking forward to looks Gaz was going to get while they were out. Gaz apparently didn’t think that far ahead because when they went into a café to get tea he froze when everyone stared. Ghost just rolls his eyes and heads up to the counter to order. The barista was a small girl, and she could not stop staring at Ghost as he ordered.

“Earl grey, extra sugar. Kyle, what do you want?”

Gaz blinks before stepping up to the counter, “Uh, white coffee with almond milk, please.”

The girl puts in their order and when Ghost steps away to go sit down she leans closer to Gaz and whispers to him, “Where did you manage to bag that?”

Gaz chokes on spit, “No no, not dating! Brother!”

The barista becomes mortified, “Oh I am so sorry!”

“You’re okay!”

The barista is blushing as she apologizes again before asking the name for the order. Gaz soon joins Ghost who is on his phone. Gaz is too busy thinking about the interaction with the barista that he didn’t notice Ghost taking a selfie.

“Hey, Kyle. Smile.”

Gaz looks over and goes pale when he sees Ghost taking a picture, “Who are you sending that to?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Simon.”

Ghost ignores him, Gaz glaring at him. Gaz goes up to the counter when someone calls their order. He takes the drinks over to Ghost and hands him his tea, the man looking on the cup as Gaz sits back down. Gaz watches Ghost take a picture of the cup, putting the drink down as he types something. Gaz reaches over and turns the cup over, surprised to see someone had written their number on it along with “Call me!”.

Gaz gets a message and when he checks it he groans when he sees it’s from Soap. He glares at the smug Ghost before opening the message.

“WHERE ARE YOU?”

Gaz sends him a reply, “Don’t worry about it.”

“KYLE SOMEONE GAVE GHOST THEIR NUMBER!! PLEASE I NEED TO KNOW!”

Gaz groans and looks to Ghost, “Why did you send that to John?”

Ghost takes a sip of his tea, “I’m just winding him up.”

Gaz rolls his eyes, “When you let him go you might not come out of it alive…”

Ghost just shrugs, drinking his tea as Gaz gets an onslaught of texts from Soap.

[ghostofthemost141]

Lindor

Pairing: Ghost x F!Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 1,404

About: You and Ghost have disclosed feelings for each other, knowing that it's forbidden to be together in y'alls line of work. Noneoftheless, Ghost ends up in your room one night and you end up sharing a chocolate bar together.

Themes: Fluff, Suggestive Themes but Nothing Explicit, 18+

Notes: Zara is your nickname for this one, which means 'blooming flower' and it comes from the word Zahrah from Arabic roots. I enjoyed doing this but I hope I didn't write Ghost out of character. Enjoy!

It’s forbidden, you can’t act on your feelings. You’ll get booted from the team if you do it. But he makes it so damn hard to do that. Whether it be a brush up against my hand or even just a glare from across the room, my feelings grow more and more for him every single little thing he does to me. I can’t tell if it was intentional or not but it has to be. The fact that he always sits next to me on the lounging couch at base or always insists on going on a task with me if I was going to be alone or I always catch him staring first. I never expected Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley to be that kind of person, a ‘hopeless romantic’, but I guess you never know with people. I have never even seen his face under that skull mask or even the balenciaga he wears, but I can only imagine what he looks like. He makes me feel things that I have never felt about a person before and I hate myself for it. He is my Lieutenant, it would never work out. 

*KnockKnock*

Who could that be? I’m not expecting anyone. Am I? 

“You in ‘here, Zara?” 

Simon. That was Simon’s voice. What on Earth would he want with me? I scanned over my little cubicle room, seeing it was mostly tidy.  

“Yeah come in.” I announce. 

The door swung open and Simon stepped in, shutting the door behind him. He wore his skull balenciaga with a black hoodie on and gray jeans on. Even though we are on call duty, we can still be in our lounge clothes just as long as we can get dressed and ready into our gear in less than two seconds. 

“What’s up?” I asked as he came and sat on my bed with me sitting on my desk chair that was right near my bed. 

“Can’t sleep.” Simon mumbled. 

I peeked at my clock seeing it was nearing midnight. I didn’t even notice the time, had I been thinking that much?  

“I’m sorry, rough day today?” I offer him to vent. 

Today was arguably our slowest day ever. Just last week we had come back from a nearly month long mission and since we came back, there hasn’t been much to do except drink and do stupid shit around base, and even then that can become boring after so many times of doing it. Simon mostly keeps to himself during the day and does his own thing. No one sees him until it’s dinner time. 

“No, just boring as shiet.” Simon mumbled. 

“I feel that.” I agreed. 

Even though he wasn’t looking at me, just sitting there on my bed, looking down on the floor, made my heart race. Why was he even here? I didn’t understand it. I found myself staring at his hands. I don’t think I have ever seen him without his iconic gloves on. His hands looked so soft and smooth. You can tell by someone how they take care of their hygiene and his nails were neatly trimmed and cleaned which is very Simon. I could see that for sure. 

“Zara.” 

Simon’s deep voice brought me back to reality and I realized he caught me staring. 

“Yes, L.T?” I say, trying to act like I wasn’t, in fact, staring. 

His eyes pierced into mine, intimidating me strongly. 

“Is that a book you’re reading?” Simon asked, eyeing the open book that was on my desk. 

“Yeah, I am just rereading it, already read it once before.” I comment, closing the book and admiring it. 

“What’s the poin’ in that?” He asked. 

“Well when you enjoy something so much, you want to revisit it again because of the joy it brings you. And if something really brings you joy, then you revisit it multiple times, basically.” I explained. 

“Interesting.” He mumbles, averting his eyes from me. 

Alright, awkward silence, thank you Simon. Really appreciate it. I reached into my desk drawer and peeked into my hidden stash of assorted chocolates and candies. It’s hidden because if Gaz or Soap found it, it’d be dryer than the Sahara desert. I wasn’t even sure if Simon likes this sort of thing. I could see mints being his favorite candy. Oh well, one way to find out. I pulled out a Lindor Milk Chocolate bar and shut the drawer. 

“Want some?” I offer, showing him what it was in clear view. 

“Sure.” Simon mumbled. 

I opened the candy bar halfway and reached out to hand it to Simon, giving him first dibs. 

“No, I just want one piece.” He grumbled. 

You’re really gonna make this hard for me aren’t ya?  I broke off the first piece and stretched my arm out to Simon. He didn’t move at first, and instead just stared at it. It’s just chocolate dude, not a bomb. Suddenly Simon pulled his mask up enough just for his mouth to be exposed, leaned forward, without moving his butt off my bed, grabbed the chocolate with his teeth and took the piece out of my finger. He chewed the piece of chocolate slowly and eventually swallowed it, looking satisfied from the mini dessert. 

…

…

What just happened? That was weird. I didn’t expect him to do that. But for the record, I have never seen him without his mask off, let alone what his lower half looked like. His skin was light, with little blonde stubble on his chin, with his clean light pink lips. He is not helping my situation right now. 

“That was good, actually. Could I have another?” Simon asked, not hiding that light smirk that was on his lips. 

“Oh! Yeah, sure.” I answer, snapping out of my delusion. 

There is no way, you’re being delusional Zara. Here you are calling yourself by the nickname that the Task Force gave you instead of your real name. You have really gone off the deep end. I broke off another piece, held it in my fingers, and stretched my arm out to Simon. This time he did it almost instantly. He reached for it, with his tongue agape from his mouth, and I felt his tongue make contact with my fingers, sending instant chills down my spine and into my core. Simon kept his teeth on the chocolate and locked eyes with me. His deep, dark blue eyes staring into my soul as he slowly gripped the chocolate with his teeth and pulled it away from my fingers, consuming it. The cold air in my room confirmed that he did indeed lick my fingers. What is this man doing? 

“Your face is bloody red.” Simon said. 

“Shut up.” 

“That’s no way to talk to your Lieutenant.” Simon remarked, with a deep tone. 

His voice change went straight to my core. It was tingly and it made me shiver. 

“Simon what are you-” 

*SMOOCH*

Simon’s lips are on mine, Simon’s lips are on mine, Simon’s lips are mine, Simon’s lips are on mine, Simon’s lips are on mine, Simon’s lips are on mine, Simon’s lips are on mine, why, why, why, why, why-

Simon’s lips were soft against my dried up ones, keeping our lips connected as he held my cheek with his hand. His bottom lip tugged with my lip a little causing me to gasp, and he deepened the kiss. His soft fingers went into my hair, tugging slightly, but not too hard. I instinctively held his face as he continued to kiss me. My entire body was hot and heavy, until he let go of the kiss, but kept his hands on me. 

“Hm.” Simon chuckled, “your nickname is true to its word.” 

I was confused, what was he implying? Simon then leaned in, placed a kiss on my forehead and pulled away from me. 

“Thanks for the chat.” Simon thanked me as he headed towards my door. 

“You’re welcome, anytime. You’re welcome to do that, anytime.” I emphasized the last part. 

“I’ll be back tomorrow ‘hen.” Simon said, “Goodnight, Zara.” 

“Goodnight L.T.” 

Simon then left my room, shutting the door behind me. I was still holding the Lindor chocolate bar that started this whole mess. 

“It’s your damn fault I got left hanging.” I grumbled at the bar, putting it on my desk and slamming myself onto my bed. 

Simon, you’re such an ass. But my God you’re a handsome ass. 

END 

[i-luv-carl-grimes]

A light that never goes out

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𖤓 ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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Au: alright so some ppl actually likes this so far so here pt.2 and as promised I'll go more in detail with this part as well as go deeper into the story line ENJOY!!

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Word spread with wild fire that someone was being "required" on task force 141 which was wrong but was also right. I spent my night at the shooting range when I should've been gathering my things, then I saw someone walk in. A strong looking man, maybe in his late twenties. He had a... Interesting hair style, one of which was a mohawk. He also had the British flag on his vest... Odd... A brit all the way in Texas? That's odd. Enough with the questions (Y/n) you came here to clear your mind. So do it.

I looked back down at my bandaged hand and noticed that the blister wounds had reopened and were now bleeding through the thin gauze. I ignored it and continued shooting. Not realizing the man had approach me.

"Hey there Girly" ....girly...? "Uh.., ya-?" can't people just LEAVE ME ALONE! "How long have you been at it?" he question... He didn't look like a higher up so I don't gotta be polite do I? "I'm busy, go bother someone else" I said and looked back at the targets then continued shooting. "Man aren't you snappy, and a dam good shot at that" why is he here and why is he talking to me? "I'm lookin' for a girl... Price said her name was (Y/n)-" "Rain, it's Rain to you" I snapped and he put up his hands. "My bad kid, I'm Soap" he let out a hand, I didn't wanna be completely rude so I let out mine... Forgetting about my now blood soaked bandages. "Bloody hell- what have you been up to? You shouldn't over to do" yeah okay dad. "What do you want" I said not enjoying how this interaction was holding up. "I'm pickin' you up" he said and I turned. "Excuse me?" he grinned and looked down at me. "You heard me Rookie now get your bags were leaving" he said once more wirhout giving me a real answer. I just decided to go along with it and I walked into the sleeping quarters, "Soap" was following behind he causing everyone else to whisper and stair. Why did HE have to come along? I walked into my section and the other girls lifted there head up and looked at me and Soap. "No fucking way.... They recruited you!?" a girl named Madie said. I didn't respond just grabbed my things and put them in a duffle bag. "Let's get going Private" wait... Private...HE WAS A HIGHER RANK!? god dammit. That still doesn't clear up who he is.

I was lead out of the camp and over to a large truck, standing next to it was Captain Price. "Rain, glad you could make it" he said and placed a hand on my shoulder. "This is soap, he's a field commander, you'll be working with him and the others for the next few weeks" he continued... The others? Holy shit... I really am gonna be working with the best. "Yes sir," he paused for a moment. "And (Y/n). I know your capable of this... Don't make me question your skill" he patted my shoulder then stepped aside inviting me to go into the truck. I climbed in and immediately force...

Sitting around me were two other extremely well built men. One specificly was wearing a skull mask, he looked to be the biggest in the group... And a little intimating... "Everyone, this is Rain. She'll be joining us on our next mission," Soap said. "Don't be dick heads, introduce yourselfs" he snapped and a man got up and walked over to me then let out his hand. "Gaz" he said... He seemed rather quiet I went to shake his hand then cringed when I felt the pressure against my wounds. "Ghost don't be a-" "she's gonna get killed" the man in the skull mask said and everyone went silent. "Price said shes better then anyone else in her group. She's one helleva shot too, saw it myself" Soap said, he was quick to my defense I appreciated that. "Yeah but he's a rookie, she doesn't have any real experience" this ghost guy was seriously pissing me off. "Give 'er a chance Ghost" he just rolled his black out eyes and I took a seat next to Gaz and soap as the truck started moving. It was quiet... And awkward till Soap started talking.

"How long have ya' been training?" Soap asked and I shrugged. "A few months, maybe 3 or 4" Soap and Gaz were nice and chill.... I cant say the same for the fuck head other there though (ghost)

"What's the mission about?" I looked over at Soap. "Hold your horses kid, it's your first day calm it would ya?" he replied and Gaz snorted. "And here let me see your hand" he took out some new gauze. "I got it" I said trying to take it from him but he pulled back. I then swiped it away from him quicker. "I said I got it" I looked at him through the corner of my eye. "Yes Ma'am" he let out a chuckle. I took off the old bloody bandages off. "How'd ya do that?" Gaz asked and I shrugged. "One two many round I guess, it doesn't hurt though" I threw the bloody ones away and put on the new ones. Gaz and Soap went back to talking while Ghost just sat there not moving a inch... What a weirdo. Wait... These are the solders on task force 141? Hell this WAS task force 141...mohawk guy, a dude in a mask and Gaz.... Interesting....

It was gonna be a while till we reached the UK so I grabbed a book I brought from home and opened it to turn part I last left off on.

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Au: enemies to lovers??? (My fave trope)

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[1autistictacticalrefrigerator]

Police!Soap and Killer!Ghost PT2

When Soap wakes up, the first thing he notices was his skull-splitting headache. He groans and tries to reach for his head, only to find out he couldn’t. Someone had restrained Soap to a metal chair, Soap tries to wiggle out but there was no use. Whoever tied the knots wasn’t planning for Soap to get out of it- it was on securely.

“Who the fuck-“ Soap grumbles to himself quietly.

Luckily for the officer, he didn’t have to wait long to find out who was behind the restraints. That mask- the dark attire- it was The Ghost.

Soap suppresses a scream and turns to face the intimidating individual. “What the fuck do you want with me?” Soap says, hoping to sound as demanding as he was hoping to sound like.

The Ghost just stared back at Soap, unwavering.

“You’re The Ghost, right…? Or am I being delusional.” Soap chatters nervously, hoping to not get a knife into the stomach or something like that.

The Ghost scoffs, “Drop the grand name. Hearing people add “the” to your nickname gets annoying overtime.”

Ghost’s voice definitely wasn’t what Soap expected. A deep baritone. Soap shakes his head, getting rid of the wooziness. Soap looks around the room he was held in. It was small, the light on the ceiling was trying it’s best to stay on, flickering occasionally. The walls were pretty shoddy, Soap guessed this was probably an abandoned building of some sort.

“So.. can I like.. go home now..?” Soap suddenly says.

“What do you think the answer is?”

“..yes…?” Soap squeaks hopefully.

“No.” Ghost narrows his eyes.

“Oh. Are you gonna kill me?”

“Whats with the questions, officer?”

“I dunno. Wait- how do you know Im a officer?”

“Your uniform is really saying something here, McTavish.”

“Oh. Right.”

“Are you always this stupid?”

“Honestly I have no idea. Can I go now?”

“What did I say?”

“The fuck are you gonna even do with me here anyway-“

“Good question.” Ghost suddenly pauses, “I.. acted on impulse. I actually don’t know what I’ll do with you now that I brought you here.”

“Uh.. yes. So you can let me go right?”

“How about torture?”

“No thanks. I’d rather eat dinner.”

“Are you asking me to take you out to dinner..-“

“No? Yes? I have no idea, I’m hungry though.”

“You’re strange.”

“I’m the strange one? You literally prowl around in the dark wearing a skull mask, Im pretty sure you’re the strangest out of the both of us. It’s like you’re a batman ripoff or something.”

“Bold words for someone within stabbing range.” Ghost warns.

Soap only shrugs, “I say a lot of bold things, I also drive people up a wall apparently with my chatter.”

“That you do.” Ghost nods in agreement, “Do you know the police rotation schedule for patrols?” Ghost asks.

“And.. why would I tell you exactly?”

“Do you value your own life?”

“Yes, or else grandma is gonna tear me to pieces when I reach heaven.” Soap jokes.

“You.. sound like you have a nice family.”

“I do- for the most part.” Soap says proudly.

Ghost looks away for a moment before looking back at Soap. It made Soap wonder about Ghost, weirdly. But Soap doesn’t get the chance to ask about Ghost’s family.

“Tell me the rotation schedule.” Ghost demands.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes.”

“What if I dont.”

“Are you asking to die?”

“Uh- no? I just.. cant really remember from the top of my head..” Soap tries his best to recall what the schedule was like.

“Bloody hell- how the fuck did you even become a police if you cant even remember the most basic things-“ Ghost asks, exasperated.

“I have no idea. Luck I guess?” Soap blinks.

Suddenly, luck reminded Soap- Wait, oh. I haven’t even started to come up with a epic escape plan yet.

Ghost narrows his eyes, “What’re you thinking about.” He demands.

“Mind’s empty.” Soap quickly says.

“Well that empty mind of yours better start thinking. I’m very close to disposing you.” Ghost hisses.

“I can’t write it down anyway, you tied me up.” Soap complains.

“You think Im stupid enough to untie you?” Ghost says flatly, “Yes, I untie you and then you try to escape and I’ll have no choice but to stab you then.”

“Oh so you don’t want to kill me-“ Soap sighs with relief.

“What- no.” Ghost’s voice seems to slightly falter, “Not that.”

“Mhm, ok.” Soap says. He tries the ropes again despite knowing its futile. Ghost only gives him a strange face. That wasn’t going to stop Soap though, he keeps going. It hurt but eventually he’d get somewhere, right?

“What’re you doing-“ Ghost asks.

Soap ignores him and keeps going, eventually wrists becoming bloody. If he could get his hand out everything else would come apart easier.. or Ghost kills him. But hey, Ghost hasn’t killed him yet anyway.

Ghost on the other hand think’s Soap went absolutely mental. Normally Ghost would just let the victim suffer, but for some reason he tries to stop Soap.

“You’ll only end up hurting yourself.” Ghost states.

Soap ignores Ghost.

“Stop.” Ghost tries again, this time finding himself reaching a hand out. He quickly stops.

Soap looks up at him. A uncharacteristic “Why do you care?” Throws Ghost off guard. And it stung a tad more than it should.

Ghost had many victims in the past who were bold enough to throw at least a few insults around- he felt nothing. Yet with Soap- Ghost has observed him from afar before. A very kind soul indeed, but past other kind people didn’t stop Ghost from plunging a knife right into their rib cage, so why Soap? The fuck was this kind of concern boiling up from deep inside the hollow depths of his body?

Ghost’s hands act on its own without Ghost’s consent, grabbing Soap’s shoulder, making those beautiful bright blue eyes look up at him. Beautiful..? Huh. Never noticed before. Ghost respected people who take action and take it seriously, this kind of focus from someone as idiotic as Soap really threw him off- it made him wonder what other versions of that man he’s never known before.

“What?” Was Soap’s reply.

Ghost finds himself cutting the ropes for Soap, only when he untied them did he realize what he did. Soap stood there for a moment, eyes wide in shock before quickly taking a step back.

Ghost takes a step forward earning a punch to the face, but it was obvious Soap was holding back. Playing the defensive. Soap takes off running, running to anywhere. But after trying a few locked doors and meeting a few dead ends with Ghost not far behind, he opens the window at the end of a hallway.

Ghost immediately stops a few good feet away, “Idiot- this is the third fucking floor!” he blurts out, because if Soap jumps, he’s surely going to crack every single one of his bones probably. Ok. Maybe not. But still.

Soap only spares Ghost one glance before climbing out of the window. Ghost quickly scrambles after Soap but finds Soap slowly scaling the side building. Working his way to the pipe on the opposite end of where the window was, fearlessly, never once glancing down or pausing. Ghost only watches in awe as Soap makes it to the pipe, hanging on for dear life as he tries to slowly descended it, his uniform all dirtied up. That was the kind of bravery Ghost respected.

He could only watch as Soap stumbles and staggers onto the street and away from the building.

A part of Ghost know this meant he’ll get in trouble if he lets a victim get away, let alone a officer- but a part of him just wants to watch Soap go. So he watches, he watches Soap sprint down the street..

..round that corner…

..and duck out of sight. Ghost sighs, catching himself mid-sigh. The fuck was wrong with him? He’d have to get Soap back later he thought. And he’s more excited to see Soap again than he should.

( END OF PT2 ) (Just wanted to write some silly conversation between the two dont mind me 🗿)

(Personally I didnt like this one much. It feels too rushed. Didnt check for typos either yayy ignore them lmfao. 💀)

[its-tricky-to-save-baldurs-gate]

Reunion

A fan fic where Tav is Astarion's younger sibling/brother/sister keeping it GN so anyone can imagine Tav however they want (well Tav is wearing a hood and mask and an high elf so sort of but still lol) Spoiler alerts for the game! Read at your own risk.

"Over here!" Tav froze as they heard a familar voice -- one they hadn't heard in centuries. Tav looks over to Shadowheart who is puzzled and concern, their eyes began to tear up. "I think someone I know is also captured and still alive."

Shadowheart's eyes soften, judging her high-elven ally's reaction. Had they lost this person? "Then what are we waiting for? I'm sure this person would be pleased to see you." Shadowheart responded. Tav and Shadowheart run for the cliff then they found the source: form a distance a pale high elf.

The Shar Cleric tugs Tav's sleeve. Who's that?" she whispered. Tav gives her a look. "My brother..." Tav replied in a hushed tone.

The pale elf sees Tav and Shadowheart, seemly relieved. "Hurry, I got one of those brain things cornered." Tav looks over shocked, dropping their weapon, the pale elf respond with a bewildered expression. Shadowheart watches with concern. "Why are you looking at me like that? The brain thing!" He points at the direction of the cliff side. Tav slowly walks over to him. "Astarion?" Tav replied.

The pale elf grow shocked and pulls out his dagger but Tav wasn't stirred by it. "Get back, how did you know my name?!" Shadowheart looks at Tav, it was starting to worry as she prepares her weapon. "What are you doing? I don't think he wants to talk." Tav removes their hood and mask, the pale elf's eyes went from hostile to shock.

(Astarion's pov third person) Memories of a distant past before Cazador resurfaced. At sixteen, he hold his baby sibling for the first time. At twenty-one, he bites his lip as five year old Tav talks his ear off. Another time that same year, he saves Tav from drowning. At thirty-one, Astarion listens to Tav vent about their parents expectations and Tav wanted something different. Last memory is pushing Tav to save them. Cazador swoop in and the next two hundred years was hell.

(Now back to Tav)

Astarion stands there in a trance then looks at his sibling; he puts away his dagger cautiously. "Are you really Tav? Or am I speaking to a thrall?" Tav shook their head. "Its me, I'm not a thrall," Then the mind worm connected their minds. Revealing each others memories to an extent. Astarion shakes his head as the memories faded. Tav rubs their temples, the pain and sensation from inside their skull was irritating. "It's the mind flayer worm, It connected us," Tav respond.

Astarion's eyes soften with realization. "The worm of course. That explain things. Somewhat..." And to think he was going to decorate the ground with his sibling's inwards. Guilt and exhaustion was running through him like a punch in a face. He should be happy to see someone from his past life let alone a family member but he felt numb instead. He didn't started really bonding with Tav till they became an adult. No one was at fault the siblings had a large age gap.

"Um, did you said about a mind flayer cornered?" Tav asked. Astarion started chuckled awkardly. "That was a lie to question you. Uh...apologies." he replied.

Tav sighed, they ain't getting mad for this, their too tired physically and mentally. "Apology accepted, I can understand why. I might've done something like that if I was in your shoes." Astarion smiles somewhat, a rare softness shows as he places his hands on his hips. "I'm glad you understand then. So Gwing, do you know anything about these worms?"

Astarion can sense that Tav had developed a wisdom from the passage of time and experience since that fateful night. Tav looks down with fear written on their face. "Yes unfortunately, they'll turn us into mind flayers." Tav replied.

Shit this is worse than he thought. The horror sets in, Astarion realizes once again, he'll be controlled by a different being. "Turn us into..." Astarion starts laughing he didn't want to believe, but reality is cruel. "Of course it'll turn me into a monster. What did I expect?" Then he started to think. "Although it hasn't yet. If we can find an expert -- someone that can control these things. There might still be time." Tav looks at him scared it reminded him of when Tav was little hiding behind him when he talks to someone.

"Control it? We need to get rid of it." Tav replies.

Tav can't deny they are frustrated. Where were you? I thought you were dead. What about its good to see you again? Alias the younger high elf bites their lip. Astarion nods in response to Tav's statement.

"Yes of course, but first things first. Tav I was ready to go this alone, but maybe sticking with the herd, with familar company isn't such a bad idea." said Astarion.

Tav relaxes they had a feeling this is Astarion's way of assuring them he's glad to see them again. To be fair Astarion didn't believe his own sibling was there in front of him.

Shadowheart who was quietly listening to all of this was relieved there was no fights. "I'm glad no one is hurt, I think we should get going." said Shadowheart.

The three nodded and head out. Astarion felt happiness for the first time. But there is a new fear manifesting, Cazador will know soon and his relationship with his sibling will be put to the test. Lets hope they don't come out dead or worst twisted and broken. And he owes an explanation Tav needs, and answers he can provide...soon.

[emeritus-fuckers]

Match-up event - Jez

(Nyx and I decided to match each other up for lols)

Let's go. I'm twenty, agender (afab), somewhere between bi and pansexual, poly and somewhere under the aromantic umbrella. Don't mind any pronouns in particular. I want one match-up with a human and one with a ghoul (let's see how you handle it babes). I study writing, might pick up a second major in journalism, dunno yet. Theistic satanist. Monsterfucker. Mask kink af.

I'm 164 centimeters tall (I'm not looking it up in feet). I've got a soft tummy and pretty good ass (lmao). You know how I look like, though I am planning to dye my hair blue.

They're not done yet, but I wanna include this anyway: tattoos. I'm not including any that could guide you to a potential result :p

Little cartoon seal on my right arm (for my sister)

Little cartoon panda on my right arm (for my brother)

Spider-Punk emblem on my left shoulder

666 under my left collar bone

A little plague doctor on my right arm

Also planning to get a shit ton of piercings all over my body. (Not just face and ears if you know what i mean), but that's for later. I like getting my nails done, usually to colors are symbolic or just a reference to something.

I usually wear skinny jeans and hoodies with some weird print. I love oversized hoodies, they are like my main source of comfort. I have chains attached to my pants, and I love wearing too many necklaces. I usually have ghearrings (the ghost crosses) in my ears and another one on a chain around my neck. Also wearing a Baphomet (like the goat head in a pentagram) necklace, a pride heart one, a matching besties necklace with Vic and occasionally a choker. I do occasionally do all out, wearing a white dress shirt, black skinny jeans, a leather jacket and the listed jewelry with my favorite rainbow sneakers and round sunglasses. With lots of rings, mostly something skull/plant/occult themed. Always silverish color, never gold. I don't like gold.

Outside from Ghost, I mostly listen to rock and different kinds of metal. And FNaF songs.

I was a Creepypasta kid. Aside from Polish and English I speak some German and bits of Italian, but very little. I can read most arabic letters (as in I know what sounds they make).

I have lots of different posters on my walls and I have stickers on my furniture because I grew up too fast and I'm catching up on my childhood now. I've got mental issues, including but not limited to autism, ADHD, depression, anxiety, mommy issues and daddy issues. I like calling them my pokemon.

I like writing (though I barely have time for that) and re-watching Total Drama (watched it 8 times just this year) since it manages to keep my attention, something most movies fail to do, which is why I barely watch anything. I get bored very easily. I play the Sims 4 a lot, but I can't build in it for the life of me. I'm amazing at building in the Sims 3. Big fan of Assassin's Creed (I don't like the new ones, though, since it doesn't feel like AC anymore to me). I own many true crime and paranormal activity books, though I can barely read at this point. I like manga, though. Currently collecting the Soul Eater series. I love plushies. I got a new one today. Their name is Pyza. (Yes, they're enby, I even got them a pin)

I know way more about butterflies than I should. I know lots of useless trivia in general. Most of it disturbing. I'm tired 24/7, but my body either wakes up before 7AM or after 6 hours exactly and it's impossible for me to fall asleep again. My room is usually a mess, but that's okay, so am I.

I'm a total introvert, but I'm also so tired with life I forced myself to become the extrovert of the group. I'm really loud if I like people, although my affection is usually random touches on someone's arms and shoulders with a strange noise. I make noises. A lot.

For some reason, babies love me. Even though I personally dislike children. I love pets, though. All sorts of pets. Cats, dogs, snakes, spiders... Anything. If I can pet it, I want to pet it. I love moths from the attacus family, I mean just look at this gorgeous girl!

As for my personality, aside from daily mental breakdowns, I'm relatively chill, just... Very unhinged. I talked about Secondo's dick piercings in McDonald's. Compared to the shit I say, Terzo's an angel.

I think that's all. Have fun babes <3 - Jez

[silent-raven13]

A Spider-woman name Billie 6

(Part 5)

"Papá!" Mariana 2020 launch her tiny body to her dad's arms which caught Hobie 138b by surprised. The little girl was quick enough to response without anyone to noticed. "Haha!"

Hobie 2020 caught his pup, "Careful, darling. What if you fell like Humpty Dumpty and crack your little skull, hmm?" He cooed a bit being a bit morbid with his questions.

Miles 2020 shook his head, "Aye, don't say that." He lightly slap his husband's arm, "It's bad enough I worry about them crawling on the walls!"

"I thought you want me to teach them how to safe?" Hobie 2020 gave a low chuckle still showing off his canines, they were more sharper yet smaller than Alpha's.

Alpha 2010 crossed his arms, "Pfft, pathetic Alpha."

Petie giggles, "Well, he always have a dark humor to his teachings..."

"Why is he so fucking fine?" Mimi 1015 whispers at Miles 1610 and Miles 43, "Like he's so damn- hmmm!"

"What are you saying, luv?" Hobie 138d overhears his girlfriend, "Hmm? Hmm?" He got all up in her face being a bit jealous. "Careful, darling. I will put a baby in you."

"Huh?" Mimi 1015 pucker her lips with her eyes wide.

Miles 42 rolled his eyes, "You do realize she's trans!"

"Biology ain't real. That's capitalism and with the right science..." Hobie 138d grins widely, "Like genetically modified my Sunflower's sex then I can put a baby in her."

"No. No! You will not go there!" Miles 1019 scowls with anger, "I will fuck you up!"

"FUCK YOU UP!" Mariana 2020 shouted.

"Mari no! That's a bad word!" Miles 2020 gasps.

Hobie 2020 laughs in amusement, "You can easily ask Miguel 2299, he's an Alpha and knows how to make regular blokes into Omegas."

"Be quiet! They don't need to know!" Miguel 928 growls at the Alpha.

"They wouldn't do it. They would have to ask a Miguel for help." Mariana added seeing all the Hobies scowling at the idea. "Hehehe."

Mimi 1015 holds her boyfriend's face, "I don't want to have a baby, bae. I am a happy trans woman."

"Okay, luv." Hobie 138d heart melts at his boo's cute peck on the lips.

Hobie 2020 smirks at Alpha, "Oi, how was the fight? Had to escape with some old relics."

"It was terrible. We needed you and you left! Leaving me with that nitwit!" Alpha scowls.

"He told us countless of times he was gonna blow up the place, and I saved important art." The older punker Prowler shrugs, his claw gently hover over his daughter, who's trying to touch it. "Easy, darling."

"I wanna touch it, papá!" Mariana 2020 whines.

"Tu papi is wearing some dangerous weapons, mi vida. It's better if you don't touch." Miles 2020 hums, and saw his son, Karl reaching out for him. "Awe, miss me?"

Karl nodded, "Yeah! Yeah! Daddy!" One of the Hobies handed him back to his daddy, the older Spider-man happily holds his pup. The small boy giggles with delight, "Hehehe, daddy!"

"Yes, mi amor. I'm here." The Omega kisses his son's round cheeks having his scent blooming with sweet protective pheromones for his children.

"Ah-hahahaha." Karl snuggles against his daddy, his chubby hand tugging on the Spider-man suit. "Daddy, hungry?"

"We'll be there soon." Miles 2020 smiles warmly at his pup.

The Hobies watched with awe at how cute the Omega looks. The Miles being bashful by the Alpha. "Come on, guys. Chop-chop! We're starving!" Gwen said at them.

"Yeah, I'm hungry!" Mayday stomp her foot hating to wait any longer.

The group were entering the cafeteria finally making it, then they were bombarded with a Spider-man that had white and red with black accents to it. They were surprised to find Lupe without her mask looking pissed off with her own silver Spider suit, "And how many times I told you do not talk to me like that!"

"Ohhh, finally some good action." Hobie 2020 chuckles darkly with his confused variants looking at him. "Just enjoy and watch this beautiful drama." Mariana 2020's big eyes watches Lupe and the male Spider-man arguing with their Spider sense off the roof.

Petie 2010 saw Alpha smirking widely, "Heh, looks like Miguel 660 is starting trouble with Lupe, again."

"DAD?" Gabriel 660 called out being in shock. Wow how embarrassing for his dad to argue with another Spider-hero.

The Spider-man held his hand up with one finger for his son to wait a moment being busy with arguing with Lupe. "Mira me, I didn't talk to you like that. All I said it doesn't take a pendeja to figure out the implication of artificial manipulation!"

"Oh wow, did he had to call her a pendeja?" Billie winced at the arguments.

The young Spider-heroes never saw this Miguel O'Hara before, in fact he was shorter than Miguel 928 and a bit leaner. When Miguel 660's molecule suit removed his masks to reveal a redhead, pale chisel middle age white man, the whole Spider Band gang eyes widen.

"Ain't no way! That's a Miguel?" Gwen asked out loud.

Pavtri took a quick picture for his blog, "So he does exist! I heard he was one of the main Spider-men doing all the multi-verse stuff."

"Why is he too...." Miles 42 trails off being hella confused.

Miles 43 pitched in, "That's not a Miguel O'Hara," he put on a white voice accent, "That's a Michael O'Hara. Looks like his Irish genetics won."

"Pfft!" Hobies 138b choked up laughing out loud. "Hahaha."

Miles 1610 said, "Come on, guys. It's bound to happen..." His eyes landed on Miguel 928 to Miguel 660 seeing the massive difference.

"So he's a redhead here... makes sense since his boy is freakin' white, too." Miles 1019 added being disappointed at how the man looks.

Mariana 1022 whisper to punk Miles, "I get what you mean. Brown Miguel is much finer." They both nodded in agreement. Punk Miguel overheard feeling pleased with this.

Gabriella 1042 gasps with joy, "OH is he my papá, too!" She looks disappointed at the redhead being confused, "Why he looks... hmmm? Like an old man?" She looks at her dad.

Jess laughs out loud, "Oh honey, it's part of the multi-verse. You'll find a light skinned Jess here, too."

"Oh..." Gabriella being a bit sad, "I want another papá like papá!" She open her arms wide explaining, "Tall, big and have brown hair!"

"Mmhhmm, me too." Mimi 1015 hums to herself.

Miguel 928 said to his gem, "Mija, the multi-verses have so many wonders. You might see more of me or him..." He looks over at Miguel 660 being unpleased with the outcome.

"Come on, guys. Let's go find a table to eat. Knowing Lupe... this is gonna be a long argument." Jess said to her friends.

Alpha said, "She always know how to twist your words..."

"Can you blame her when you have to deal with him and his egoistical smartass?" Hobie 2020 asked with a bit a smirk on his handsome face.

"Yeah, not gonna lie he's a big jerk!" Peter 616 said.

"Oh, Billie! That's Lupe! We can ask her to be your mentor!" Marian 1022 happily said to the teenage Spider-woman.

"Oh, that'll be great. Let's go!" Billie smiles, "Gabe, come on. Let's say hi to your dad!"

"Wait, we need to get seats for the kids! I totally wanna see this Michael O'Hara!" Miles 43 said out loud, "Miles 1610, can you watch over the kids, please!"

"YEAH!" Mimi 1015 and Mariana 1022 nodded.

"Huh, why me?" Miles 1610 shouted.

"Oh look, Pav! Spider Band is here!" Gwen shouted pointed at Peni, Noir, Spider-Ham, and their other friends eating at a big table.

"Oh, hey! Petie, long time no see gorgeous!" Deadpool spotted the Omega while having lunch with his Peter 616b and the Spider-band!

Petie 2010 panics, "EEEP!" Being picked up by Deadpool like a bride. "Put me down, Deadpool! Peter 616b!"

"Ugh, Wade..." Peter 616b sounded tired.

"Hey guys! Have you met the Hobies and Miles!" Gwen went to introduce the Spider Band with the many variants.

"Oh yeah!" Peni said.

Margo chuckles, "Have you met Grayson 2100?" She had the male version of Gwen by her, who was chewing his food.

"Hey!" He waves at her.

"Pavtri had you met Pavtri 50134? He's from this really cool Space world!" Spider-Ham pointed up.

"What's up!" Pavtri 50134 had a much deeper voice and a robotic arm.

"Whaaaa! That's so cool! You gotta tell me everything!" Pavtri got super excited!

Miles 2020 went with Miles 1610 to find spots for the kids and the other adults, "Thanks, Miles 2020 or is there a nickname..." Miles 1610 slowly asked. Hobie 138b carried Gonzalo 1022 and Aaron on the other arm.

"Hmm, you can call me, Millie." Miles 2020 winks at him. "It does get annoying with all the numbers, huh?"

"Oh gawd, yes! Finally someone said it. I can never remember all of it at times." Miles 1610 finally said while he put Gonzalo 1015 in a high chair. "And it's always hard with nicknames too. Because I get it if your name is Mimi and my nickname is Mimi, but we gotta be different."

"Hahaha, it is hard, but will get use to it." Millie giggles as he put his son in a high chair. "Right, honey." He kisses his son's forehead.

"Yeah, daddy. We lea-wn!" Karl nodded.

"Awe, such cuties!" Kitty appeared with her own gang from a mission, Meows Morales on her shoulder.

"Oh wow, you're here too!" Miles 1610's eyes widen seeing most of his friends here in the cafeteria. Sometimes they would find them at different times or they eat after a mission.

"Yeah, what are the odds! Kaine must be freaking out to find his teammates fighting again. I always did say Lupe and Miguel 660 should never be in the same team. They are always fighting."

"Oh hi, Meows!" Billie 1610 gasps at the cartoon cat.

Meow Morales quickly jump from one shoulder to Miles 1610's should to the table to look at Billie 1610, "HI! Are you Billie? I have a sister, too. Her name is Bitty Morales, because she's so tiny and cute! A very tiny kitten!"

"Ohh, kitty me?" Billie 1610 became so excited.

Hobie 138b smiles with amusement, "Well I'll be chuffed! Sunflower, your variant got a lil sprog too!"

"Huh uh!" Miles 1610's eyes gleamed with joy, then had his head turn to Meows, "Awe, when will I see her, Meows!"

"She is a cute little darling." Hobie 138e appeared with May 2010 in his arms, "Isn't that right, Kitty?" He look at the Spider-woman with a grin.

Kitty giggles, "Yup, I saw her once. She's so small even a Small doesn't fit her."

"Aweee, we wanna meet her!" Miles 1610 said as Billie 1610 agreed too.

Meows stood, "Later, because she likes her naps and bottle of warm milk that mamá makes!" Then he went to Miles 2020 for a hug, "Miles!"

"Oh, hello Meows. Surprised to see you here? Where's your Hobie?" Miles 2020 hugs the cartoon cat.

"I dunno!" Meows nuzzling against the omega, smelling his sweet pheromones. For him, it's like cat nip in a way. So addicting and calming. Making a small purring sound.

"Awe, so cute!" Kitty awed.

"Who call my name? I'm comin'!" Hobie Pine appears spotting his Sunflower, with a simple quick run and hop. He took his bae into his arms, "Mine!"

Hobie 138b chuckles, "Nice, lad. A true Hobie knows how to get their Sunflowers."

Hobie Pine stood with a slow nod, while snuggling against his Meows. "Wait, I wanna snuggle with Millie!" Meows whines, being out of his sweet trance.

"Nope! Only me!"

"Hahaha, Meows is so funny." Mayday giggles as she pulled a seat with Gabriella and Gerald.

Miles 1610 said, "Wait, Hobie Pine... where did you come from?" He looks over finding all the Spider-animals appearing to eat lunch.

"We finished a mission and wanted to eat lunch! Meows, why did you leave me, darling!" Hobie Pine pouts.

"I didn't leave you! I went on a mission with Kitty, Ben Riley and Petra!"

"Oh wow, I would think Ben would be with Lupe seeing how he's good friends with Kaine." Miles 2020 said.

"Hahaha, they had different schedules. Kaine ended up with Lupe, Charlotte, Slick."

"Slick joined too? Blimey, what an interesting day." Hobie 138b said as he put Gonzalo 1022 in a high chair and Aaron in another. "We might even find Hobie 138..."

"Hey, Mig! Where have you been, mate?" Hobie 138 appeared having to fist bump punk Miguel.

"Spoke too soon, bae?" Miles 1610 giggles.

"I did." Hobie 138b agreed.

"I hope daddy gets me a burger! I'm so hungry!" Mayday said.

"I want some chicken nuggets." Gerald said.

Gabriella saw her dad getting in the middle with Lupe and Miguel 660, "I hope papá is okay."

"Don't worry, Gabby. He's fine. Besides, this is his job." Miles 1610 comforts the little girl.

"What did you say?" Lupe scowls at Miguel 660.

Miguel 928 had his hands held up, "Okay, Lupe. He didn't mean it like that he onl-" Lupe held her hand up to him to stay quiet.

Miguel 660 sighs, "I said working with you is like pulling teeth! It's exhausting! Te gusta chingar mi vida, Guadalupe! It's frustrating!"

"Oh me? Let's not forget you, Miguel O'Hara got no business to dumbing down basic shit! And how dare you? You act all high and mighty, but when something bites us in the us- It's never Miguel O'Hara 660!" She claps back at him.

Kaine appeared hiding behind Miguel with a soft whisper, "You see how me and Sun Spider gotta deal with."

"Lyla only put you four together because you two always worked well at the end of the day." Miguel 928 tries to calm the two down. "You all did finish the mission."

"Yeah." Lupe sounding displeased.

Miguel 660 sighs, "Barely..." He look at Lupe, "She's the one that didn't follow my plan."

"Oh no way you're gonna throw me under the bus! Ugh, you such an ass!" Lupe said, "Alright, whose fault was it, when somebody decided to break the control panel, hmmm?" She got into Miguel 660's face.

"I only did that because Sun Spider couldn't hack it! Well, who's fault was it, when we need the chip and you threw it into the water!"

The two were yelling at each other like little kids. Miguel 928 sighs, "enough you two. Just apologize and get on with your day."

"No." Miguel 660 huffed with his arms crossed.

"Pfft, like an apology would come out of his big mouth with that big head!" Lupe huffed.

"At least, I don't flaunt mi tetas at the enemy." Miguel 660 bitterly commented.

"What was that?" Lupe asked, hearing his words.

"Nothing!"

She got right into his face with a dark scowl, "That's right, you better stay quiet." She turns back to her spot, "And that haircut is so ugly. Everyone knows you got a big ass forehead. Hairline receding grandpa! Gonna end up looking like your daddy!"

Miguel 660 gasps in shock then shouted, "AM NOT!"

"AM TOO!"

"AM NOT!"

AM TOO!" The two were shouting in each other faces.

Gabriel 660 shook his head while Billie looked terrified, "Wow, I never knew they can be so scary."

"Lupe is old school and Miguel 660 is always rude." Mariana pointed out.

Punk Miguel looks at Miguel 928, "Are you gonna fix this?"

"At this point," Miguel 928 broke the two apart, "Enough! Los Dos son pedejos!-" receiving a deadly glare from Lupe, "Well, mostly Miguel 660..."

"Hey!"

"Dad, come on! Just apologize to Lupe. This is embarrassing! My friend is here." Gabe 660 went up to his dad to say.

"What?" Miguel 660 looks at Billie, "Your friend? I thought she was your girlfriend."

"WHAT! NO WAY!" Gabriel shouted being shy about it.

Lupe noticed the young girl, "Ohh, who is this adorable Spider-woman?" Then looks at Gabriel, "It's fine, Gabe. I know how to tussle with your dumb daddy. Anyway, is she your girlfriend!"

Billie 1613 giggles, "No, I'm Billie Mariana Morales from Earth 1613! I'm a Spider-woman!"

"Lupe, I was wondering if you can teach her the ropes. She needs an instructor... a mentor!" Mariana 1022 said happily.

"Ohh, so this is the famous Billie! Alright, I'm happy to be your mentor, but you might need to know I'm a bit harsh and fair."

"Not to mention una maldita bruja, pinche vieja." Miguel 660 scoffs, then Miguel 928 and Gabriel 660 cover the Spider-man's mouth with panic.

Lupe glares over at them, "What was that?"

"NOTHING!" Gabriel 660 and Miguel 928 shouted together. While Miguel 660 muffling through their hands trying to breathe.

Kaine stood with his hands together, "Oh wow, so fast!"

"Huh uh," Lupe pucker her lip having to eye the Spider-men then look back at the two Spider-woman, "Anyway, can you handle that?"

"Yeah, I'll do whatever it takes!" Billie 1613 smiles happily.

Deadpool holds Petie like he was a trophy wife, "Come on, wifey! Let's eat chimichangas together!"

"Wahhh, someone help me!" Petie cries out loud.

"Wade, seriously? Let go of Petie!" Peter 616b shouted.

Miles 1610 sat in the middle between Hobie 138b and Billie 1610. Lunch was on Miguel 928 seeing how everyone he mostly talk to, and common acquaintances.

Gabriella sat next to her dad as she happily talk to Lupe, "Wow, your web glows like mi papá?"

"Yeah, mi niña." Lupe happily smiles, "Mines glows a bit lime green."

"Oh cool!" Gabriella happily said, then turns to Billie 1613, "Can your web glow?"

"No, actually I make my own web shooters... but I can do this." She can make her fingers have electricity similar to Miles' venom strike. "I'm a bit rusty."

Miguel 660 chews his lunch, "More useful than a glowing organic webbing..."

Lupe elbow hard into his stomach with her snapping, "Shut up, you jerk!"

"You two never learn." Jess sighs.

Gerald chews his chicken nugget while he gawks at Mayday, "Wow, you got two burgers?"

"Huh uh! I'm starving." Mayday happily bites into her burger.

Peter 616 said to Sun Spider, Kaine and Kitty, "Look I get it, we need some sort of upgrade for the app, but me and Margo are swapped!"

"Lyla can do so much too." Sun Spider pointed out.

A bit downward Hobie 2020 casually talks to the Hobies, "Rule one, if your darling Sunflower gives you the silence treatment, always do as he says. But you have to be mad to get there." He handed his daughter a french fry on her high chair.

"Tank coo, papá!" Mariana grab her french fry taking a bite. "Mmm."

"No problem, my little anarchist." Hobie 2020 gently rub his daughter's cheek then went back to the Hobies, "Also, always give him a little shoulder massage. That always work for me. Why you think I've been so happily married?"

"Because we were in love!" Miles 2020 sat next to him as he feed Aaron.

"Were? Darling, are you trying to tell me something? Not tired of me?" His mate leans over being clingy. "Who is he?"

"Oh please, bae! I'm just saying we been happily married because we are in love. I wouldn't marry you and given you three pups if I wasn't." Miles 2020 snorted with amusement.

"Mmm, that's good to hear, my mate." Alpha Hobie rest his chin on his Omega's shoulder smelling his scent.

Miles 2020 said to Hobie 138b and Miles 1610, "This what will happen when you marry an Alpha Hobie."

"Wow, having an Alpha must be fun, huh?" Mariana 1022 asked as she feeds her brother.

Mimi 1015 nodded, "Right, all those heated nights."

Miles 42 scoffs, "Gross."

"Hahaha, I mean, I grew up to this life so I do enjoy being with my Alpha." Miles 2020 smiles brightly, "And my pups are mi vida."

"Daddy, more fw-ies, please!" Karl munch on his french fries only having one.

"Here you go, mi bebé." Miles 2020 smiles at his sons.

Hobie 138b look at Miles 1610 for the moment he wished he could give his boyfriend a child. Just seeing the Omega being so protective of his variant's kin, it got him having massive baby fever.

Miles 1610 didn't seem to pay attention to his partner. "Well, you guys really got some cute kids. I didn't think I would find an Omega of me... I honestly thought I would be an Alpha."

"Well, there is an Alpha variant of you, but it's so rare. I think he stays out of the rest of Alphas since he's very to himself." Miles 2020 giggles, "There's more Omegas of us than Alphas."

"Says a lot about your personality, lad." Hobie 2022 commented, "There's a lot of Alpha Hobies and Alpha Helens."

"Marianas are also Omegas and Betas. I haven't met an Alpha of her yet." His mate added.

Hobie 138b and the other Hobies turn their heads, "Helen?" He asked, speaking for his variants.

"Ohh, Helen. I wonder if we'll see her! She's so fun!" Mariana 1022 said.

Hobie 2020's smirk showing off his perfect sharp canines, "Helens are our female variants, per se. Though, I don't believe in such labels, but she is here."

"Oh wow. I need to see her, too." Miles 1610 gasps, "A girl Hobie!" He tries to imagine his partner with breasts, but it was so hard.

"Sunflower, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing!"

"Come on, darling. You just imagine me as a woman!"

"Maybe."

Hobie 2020 saw his son Aaron yawning, "Darling, did Berserk have his nap?"

"No, they couldn't. Probably after this." His mate answered him.

"Wait, Berserk? I thought his name was Aaron?" Miles 1610 asked.

"Funny story... while I was giving birth to three pups and being so exhausted I let my husband name out pups." Miles 2020 explains, "I let him pick their first names and..."

Hobie 2020 chuckles with his dark eyes on his variants being interested, "Brat, Berserk, and Brute."

"Brat Mariana, Berserk Aaron, and Brute Karl..." Miles 2020 added, "I had to give them a middle name since..."

"Because your kids are named after Powerpuff girls?" Mimi 1015 asked.

"What? No, it was an act of rebellion. When they grow up to be mischievous to society!" Hobie 2020 pouts, "What's a Powerpuff Girl?"

This made some Miles snicker to themselves while the Hobies look lost. "I think those are great names." Hobie 138b pouted at his giggling boyfriend.

"Oh they are, but it's just that..." He kept giggling.

From another table, Gwen and Pavtri talking to the gang. "No way. So that's what happen."

"Yup, it sucked. But we did complete the mission." Peni said.

"Yeah, we kicked butt and all." Noir hums.

Meows being snuggled by Hobie Pine, "Hobie!"

"I like this." His boyfriend snuggles against him.

Then a tall woman with thick braided wicks went over to the tables. She spotted Mariana 1022 first, "Hello, darling!" Slouching over her with one arm wrapping around her friend's neck.

"Oh! Helen, you're here!" Mariana gasp.

"Yeah, I thought I needed to make an appearance. Sometimes this place gives me the creeps- all corporate and mundane. Eck!" The female punk stood with a disgust look on her face.

All the gang from the table gawks. That's Helen Brown, a tall female Spider-Punk, she had similar features of Hobie. The only thing is more piercings and more accessories onto her punk outfit.

"Wow, she's so cool." Miles 1610 gasps.

"And cute." Mimi 1015 hums.

Miles 43 said, "Yup!"

Helen sat next to Mariana having to push punk Miguel, "Anyway lass, what's all this? A party."

"No, everyone happened to have lunch." Marian saw Punk Miguel scowling at Helen's rude gesture, then said, "I can introduce you to everyone!"

"Alright." She shrugs.

Miles 1610 watches all the gang enjoying their lunch. Hobie 138b saw his boyfriend happily eating, "Sunflower, you good?"

"I'm just happy. I got to meet new Spider-heroes and be with my friends." He snuggles against his boyfriend. "Everything feels perfect."

"It does, doesn't it?" Hobie 138b smiles at him.

Miles 42 sat next to Billie 1613, "I'm always here for you, okay?"

"Okay! I'm glad." Billie 1613 hugs Miles 42, "We will be the best siblings ever!"

Miles 1019 said, "Don't leave us out!"

"Yeah, we're a team! We work together!" Miles 43 said.

Billie 1610 nodded, "Yeah! Right, Miles."

"Right." Miles nodded, "We're a family."

Billie 1613 smiles widen, "I'm glad I got the courage to come here and meet all you amazing heroes. I can't wait to be apart of this." Everyone went to enjoy their lunch having their own conversations and laughing at their jokes. Billie 1613 became part of the Spider Band without any doubt.

[deanosaur666]

The Woodchipper 3

"My son. My darling son. I have shed so many tears for you. I will not rest until I have avenged your unjust death."

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"What an incredible story," Barnaby said, "I've never heard of ghosts operating a woodchipper before."

"Yes," Ozias said, cutting his steak with a knife, "I'll admit it was a first for me."

"Ozzy's always the first one I call." Betty said, "He's so reliable. I haven't called 911 in years. I know Ozzy can handle anything."

Barnaby smiled. "My sister has told me so many stories about you, Ozbek. I'm happy to finally have gotten a chance to meet you."

"Ah, thank you. I hope I didn't disappoint."

Barnaby laughed. "You're an interesting guy, Ozbek."

Clementine politely sipped tea from a baby-sized teacup.

Barnaby considered Ozias. "I must ask, though. Why the mask? It seems like everyone knows who you really are, anyways."

Ozias paused in thought. "When I put on the mask, I become the Night Disassembler. Only the Night Disassembler can do these things."

"Ah," Barnaby nodded. "Very interesting."

Betty stood up from the table. "I must practice Clementine's speech. Today's a big day."

Ozzy was back in his workshop, carefully dissecting a fish. He had put each of its organs in its own little jar. His mind wandered. Barnaby was a beautiful and charming creature. What did he say he did for work? If only Ozzy could disassemble him. He had beautiful eyes. Perhaps he had a beautiful heart and and skull and lungs and–

The fish's eye slipped out of Ozzy's tweezers, and rolled onto the floor.

"Damn it."

He reached down to find it, but it had rolled off somewhere.

The phone rang.

"Oh, Ozzy!" Betty's voice called from the other end.

"What's happened?"

"Someone kidnapped Barnaby! They were wearing the mask of the Night Disassembler! Wearing your mask, Ozzy!"

"My mask?"

"I know it couldn't have been you, Ozzy! I know you have a pure heart! Someone must have disguised themself as you!"

"I'll find him." Ozzy put down the phone.

"If I had taken Barnaby," Ozzy picked up the fish eye, "where would I take him?" He stared into the fish eye. "Why, I'd invite him into my home. I'd serve him dinner. I'd treat him nicely. Maybe then I could convince him to let me… well… my house really is a mess right now. I should really clean it up."

Ozzy opened the door from his workshop to the living room. The roar of a woodchipper nearly deafened him.

A huge woodchipper stood in the middle of his living room. A figure wearing the mask of the Night Disassmbler carried Barnaby, bound and gagged, over his shoulder, ready to feed him into the machine.

Ozzy jumped at the machine with his screwdriver, and reduced it into a pile of parts.

The figure dropped Barnaby on the floor, and then began to laugh.

"Who are you?"

The figure removed the mask.

He was a massive man. His arms and legs were as thick as tree trunks. His sharp teeth gleamed in his huge grin. His eyes were fiery and piercing. His brow was contorted in an expression of hate.

"I am Dagon Dirk." He sneered. "You killed my beloved son, Night Disassembler. For that crime, I will shred you in the same woodchipper you shredded him in."

Ozzy lunged at Dagon. Dagon reached into a pocket and pulled out a huge sheet, covering his body like a curtain. Barnaby tore through the sheet and landed on the ground. Where was Dagon? His eyes darted around the room. The man was gone. How could such a huge man just disappear?

A small screw rolled out the front door. But Ozzy didn't notice.

He turned to Barnaby, still bound and gagged. Why, he could take Barnaby into his workshop and disassemble him this afternoon. Barnaby couldn't object in this state. No. He would just untie and ungag him.

Betty Blake stood at the podium, sweating.

"Well," she said, "uh, today we're cutting the ribbon for this new school my daughter Clementine helped create. It's for impoverished children, you know. Uh, I'm just going to read the speech Clementine wrote for this event…"

Out from the crowd, a small toddler toddled. He approached the podium.

"Oh," Betty looked at him, "where are your parents, little one?"

The toddler pulled out a remote and pressed a large red button. The roaring sound of a woodchipper emerged from behind the school.

Crash! Crunch! A giant woodchipper rolled through the school on massive treads. Giant mechanical crane arms pulled out pillars and fed them into its gaping maw. The crowd screamed in terror.

The toddler cackled and pulled off his mask. The huge form of Dagon Dirk appeared behind the disguise. He turned to the cameraman recording the event.

"Night Disassembler! You child murdering bastard! The woodchippers hunger and thirst! They will not be sated until they feast on your flesh and blood!" And then Dagon pulled out a sheet and vanished.

Ozzy watched the events unfolding on his television. "That's not good."

"Oh God." Barnaby said. "Betty and Clementine."

Ozias threw open the closet. The mask sneered down at him. "It seems you can't do anything without me."

"Shut up." Ozzy said. "It's time to get to work."

"What?" Barnaby said.

Ozzy just shook his head.

Betty's leg was trapped under a piece of rubble. The giant woodchipper roared louder and louder as it approached her. Clementine pulled at Betty, trying to free her.

"Oh Clementine!" Betty cried. "Leave me! Save yourself! The world needs you!"

Betty turned and saw the machine, almost on top of her. And then it collapsed into pieces.

The Night Disassembler emerged from the mess. He pulled the piece of rubble off of Betty.

"Are you all right, Betty?"

"Oh Ozzy," Betty cried, "we put so much of our souls into building that school. You must stop this terrible man before he destroys even more!"

"Ozbek," Barnaby emerged from the pieces behind him, "I found this. It must have been hidden inside the giant woodchipper." He handed Ozzy a note.

An address was written on the note.

A woodchipper roared in the middle of the playground. A conveyor belt slowly pushed a pile of sleeping puppies towards its mouth. A small dog was tied to a post, barking and yelping, just barely unable to reach the puppies.

Just before the puppies reached the mouth of the machine, the contraption exploded into pieces. Ozzy pulled the puppies from the pile. They were unharmed. He untied the small dog from the post.

"You're ok. It's ok." Ozzy petted the dog. Dagon was nowhere to be seen. Besides the dogs, the park seemed to be completely empty.

A car door slammed in the parking lot. Barnaby and Betty had arrived.

"Is this the place?" Betty yelled.

"How peculiar." Ozzy said.

"You fool!" The small dog pulled off its disguise, and Dagon emerged, towering over Ozzy.

Before Ozzy could react, Dagon bound him tightly in rope.

Barnaby rushed towards him. "Stop!"

Dagon turned towards him and grinned. His head crashed into Barnaby's, throwing Barnaby into the ground. Barnaby was dazed.

"Next time," Dagon laughed, "DON'T use your head." He carried Ozzy into a helicopter that was inconspicuously parked nearby.

"Barnaby!" Betty arrived at her brother's side. The helicopter flew off into the air.

Barnaby groaned. "We have to stop him, before Ozbek is nothing but giblets."

Barnaby and Betty arrived at the abandoned factory. The helicopter was parked just outside.

The noise of a roaring woodchipper could be heard from outside.

Ozzy was tied to a conveyor belt, slowly approaching the huge woodchipper.

Barnaby jumped onto the conveyor belt.

"Don't worry Ozbek, I'll get you out of this."

"Wait!" A voice called from nearby.

Barnaby turned and saw another Night Disassembler tied to another conveyor belt, running parallel to this one.

"It's a trick!" The second Ozzy called. "That's Dagon in disguise! I'm the real Night Disassambler!"

Barnaby froze. There was only time to untie one of them before the woodchipper shredded the other one. His eyes darted between the two figures, looking for some small difference. But they were exactly the same.

He turned to the first Night Disassembler beneath him.

"I trust you will make the right choice," the first one said, "Barnaby."

Barnaby untied the first Night Disassemble, and then pulled him from the conveyor belt, just as the other fell into the woodchipper.

Barnaby held Ozzy steady. "Are you all right?"

Ozzy laughed. "You fool!" He pulled off his mask. Dagon towered over Barnaby. "Not only is the Night Disassembler dead, but at the hand of his foolish friends, too!" He cackled.

Barnaby sank to his knees.

"No!" Betty cried.

"The blood of my darling son has been avenged." Dagon's voice was quiet. "Justice has been served. The woodchippers will terrorize your town no more."

There was a clanking noise. The woodchipper fell into pieces. Ozzy emerged from the tangle of metal. His clothes were torn. His mask was cracked. But he stood.

"How?" Dagon yelled. "That's impossible! Even I couldn't escape from those bonds!"

"It doesn't matter how tightly you bind me," Ozzy said, "I can disassemble anything and everything. And you're next."

"Not this time!" Dagon yelled. He jumped into his helicopter. "We'll fight again, Night Disassembler!" The helicopter lifted off the ground. "And again and again! Until you're shredded down to nothingness! Until my son is avenged!"

"He's getting away!" Betty yelled.

Ozzy leaned down and picked up a loose screw.

He smiled wryly.

[nothingkillsyoulikeyourmind105]

“Heart of Glass”

König x Fem! OC

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TW-None

Sighing sitting in my cell. Looking up to see I have a visitor. Swallowing thickly looking down at my Blue jumper with a power dampener collar.

“To what I owe this honorable visit?”

*breathing softly with my hands behind my back looking up to him*

“Birdy”

“Tell me the truth? Did you kill our contact?”

Exhaling loudly watching her pace her cell. It pains me to see her wearing such a device on her neck. They treat her like an animal. Power damping collars. They could’ve came up with something better.

“That’s all you came here to ask?”

Holding the bars of my cell. Scoffing at him. Glaring at him.

“Come on Liebe don’t do this the hard way?”

“The hard way. Oh really”

“Look Kö, I don’t mind being the bad guy. Because someone has to fill that role and get things done.”

“You do bad things for no reason. You do them to be dick.”

Gripping the bars and staring directly at him. With a scoff leaving my lips. I spat at the ground in spite of his presence.

“That’s Debatable Birdy”

“König if you’re gonna be bad. Be bad with a purpose. Otherwise you’re just not worth my time forgiving.”

My eyes lingered on him watching him sigh and look down at his feet. Tilting his head towards me. Lunging to my cell I back away quickly. His eyes filled with rage and tears.

“Birdy tell me the truth! Did you kill her!”

“Answer me!”

“Do you honestly think they will see you as their hero after this is all done König?”

“König your ignorance is gonna cost you everything. You’re a fucking war criminal. That’s what I am. I’m a fucking Apex Predator. Why do you think I’m locked up here, and General Shepherd is on the run for the missiles they found.”

“And to answer your question Kö, Yes I killed her she was gonna stab you in the back those feeling you had for her were real to you. But for her she played you.”

“I always liked you Kö. I always did.”

“I will always be an Emily”

“Always the bridesmaid never the bride”

“You know the movie I’m referring too. We use to watch it all the time after week long missions.”

Leaning against the cell bars and sliding down. Holding my legs and looking up to König.

“You were supposed to be mine. But the day you told me you liked her, that right there broke my heart. Seeing you with her hurt everyday. The way she smiled at you and the way held her after every mission. König you don’t know what love is do you.”

“I loved you”

“That’s just a memory now”

“I’m done talking with you. Go away”

Looking at my hands and listening to König walking away. Leaving me alone. My intrusive thoughts getting the best of me. Sighing and looking at my feet. Closing my eyes inhaling and exhaling loudly.

Hours go by and I lay on the ground feeling the coldness of the floor creep all over my skin. Then In my solace someone clears their throat. I don’t bother to look I only hum in response.

“Sergeant”

Then a gruff, scratchy British accent speaks. A rather deep gravely voice. That makes me sit up quickly. Rubbing my eyes there stands a mountain of a man with a skull mask. Holding a tray of food and a cup of water for me.

“British Special Forces, short for SAS. Quite the looker as well. It’s a pleasure to meet you Lieutenant”

Damn collar on my neck shocking me. Stumbling forward and holding the bars for dear life. Hoping not to embarrass myself in front of my superior.

“Apologies Sir, had to take a breather for a moment. My collar had other plans”

Awkwardly smiling to him and brushing a few stray hairs out of my face. Looking up to him with a weak smile he doesn’t say a word. Just staring into my soul with those lifeless eyes.

“Name is Birdy”

He doesn’t respond. He just watches me. Handing me my food he walks away. This guys is quite the mystery. I’ll stay out of his head. This fucking collar man. Hurts like a bitch to get shocked by it.

“Bye”

“And thank you”

Crawling over to get my tray I noticed something wrapped up in a napkin. I look around and pick up my tray sitting in the corner of my cell I begin to eat and I pick up the napkin unwrapping it. “Oh it’s a cookie”

Smelling the warm chocolate chip cookie 🍪 I take a small bite savoring the flavor of the warm chocolate goodness.

I finish up my food and finish the last bite of my cookie I place my tray on the outside and sit down on the ground and fall asleep.

Tossing and turning I wake up to find a blanket draped over me. I look around noticing a small black booklet with a charcoal next to it. Sitting up and looking around cautiously I open it to find its my journal. With a small pencil inside.

Sighing and picking it up. It must’ve been König that brought it here. Inhaling deeply and sadly only if he knew how much I cared and loved him. I’m not good enough for anyone and not myself.

Sitting down on the ground I open my journal with the charcoal in my hand I draw the scene where König made me laugh so hard I choked on my water.

Choking on my water so hard I gave our position away all because I heard the seams in his pants rip. I couldn’t hold back my laugh and he was not amused by me. I wish I could go back to that day. I laughed and coughed my lungs out that day and we still had a successful mission. But seeing her that day made me heart crumble. The way she practically threw herself onto him. And the way he didn’t seem to care he just held her and smiled back to her.

Simons POV

Watching her from the cover of darkness she looks like a small wounded animal. The way she shuffles around on the floor like a child is so bloody childish but in a way cute.

Just being in her presence gives me a calming effect I haven’t feel I’m so long. The way she smiles and how polite and soft spoken she is. But during the briefing she’s a dangerous person here. She’s being held on the account of murder which is still under investigation. She looks so sweet and innocent. But looks can be deceiving especially in this line of work.

The way she smiles makes my stomach flip. Is that normal should I go to medical. But watching her from the darkness she doesn’t seem to notice me or unless she’s unbothered by me.

Seeing her sleep on the floor in her fetal position made my heart ache for her. I opened her cell and covered her with her blanket and left. I came back a few moments later to find König leaving he didn’t spare a glance to me. He just kept walking by with his hands in his pockets looking down.

Walking back to my room I noticed König again but this time whimpers escaped his room. Ignoring this I walk back to my room. My mind weighs heavily on the nightmares and everything I want to push down from the past.

Laying on the ground with my blanket under me. Humming “the world we knew (over and over

🎶Staring at the ceiling and watching the fan above my cell turn continuously. With my leg rocking back and forth. Sighing heavily closing my eyes. 🎶

🎶Over and over, I keep going over the world we knew🎶

🎶Once when you walked beside me🎶

🎶That inconceivable, that unbelievable world we knew🎶

🎶When we two were in love🎶

🎶And every bright neon sign turned into stars🎶

🎶And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours🎶

🎶Each road that we took turned into gold🎶

🎶But the dream was too much for you to hold🎶

🎶Now over and over, I keep going over the world we knew🎶

🎶Days when you used to love me🎶

🎶And every bright neon sign turned into stars🎶

🎶And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours🎶

🎶Each road that we took, it turned into gold🎶

🎶But the dream was too much for you to hold🎶

🎶Now over and over, I keep going over the world we knew🎶

🎶Days when you used to love me🎶

A Few Days Later.

The sounds of chains rattling and dragging. The sounds of my feet dragging with every step I took. Looking down at my hands and feet. This is unnecessary.

The goddamn muzzle of all things and collar was enough but this muzzle is the cherry on top.

Time to go Birdy. Nodding my head before they place the covers over my eyes. Last thing I see is König standing there with his hands behind his back watching as these men take me to a more secured location. All mutants are to be detained and moved to a more secured location for prosecution.

Staring at him before they cover my eyes.

Darkness swallows me whole.

Sitting in the van as it hits smalls bumps here and there I sit in silence allowing myself to fall asleep.

A few hours pass by back on base König sits in his room holding back his sobs as he holds Birdy uniform in his ungloved hands.

“I’m so sorry my Maus. I’m so sorry things ended this way. This is my fault.”

Someone knocks on Captain Price door. He calls out to them to come in.

“Apologies for the delay we’re here to pick up Inmate 136”

The guard taps his clipboard with his hands. Awkwardly looking down and back to Captain Price. He swallows thickly beads of sweat on his brow form dripping down his face.

“Sergeant Birdy!”

“Her name is Birdy Fucking Muppets”

“She was picked up 4 hours ago.”

“Shite!”

Captain Price runs out looking for Ghost. Calling Laswell he runs to the briefing room to grab the tablet. Scrolling through it he opens it to his tracking app to find Birdy.

“Laswell, they have her. General Shepherd has her.”

“Find her and get her back. She was telling the truth. The woman she killed was a double agent. Find Birdy get her back. Failure isn’t a option.”

They stole her right under our noses. The tracking chip I had placed in her neck is still good for now. Let’s hope for the best they don’t find it.

Gentlemen we have a mission. We leave in 30 mins. Gear up and load up at the tarmac.

“We gotta get our little Birdy back.” “She was telling the truth and we treated her like a criminal.”

Ghost sat in silence at the helicopter took off. Looking out over the horizon and war torn city. His mind remained on her.

“Bloody hell”

“Hold on Birdy, I’m coming”

Plot twist- Simon Ghost Riley x Fem! OC