#~0800~her~

[0800-her]

"aww whats wrong sweetheart? you look sore..." Miguel dragged his fingers up from your dripping hole to tap lightly on your clit, hissing out an amused laugh when you whined out desperately. this was his favorite game to play with you. the one where he would dip his fingers inside of your cunt until you were gasping and crying for him. he wanted to break you soo bad, ruin you for anyone else so he could make sure you came back to him every time, with legs open and shameless pleas. "your beautiful like this y'know? my pretty baby hmm?"

[0800-her]

OOF

*Harry and Ron arguing*

Ron: imagine waking up and the first thing you have to grab is a pair of glasses

[milksteakkk]

im sorry but i cannot stand like 90% of the episodes written by megan ganz

[macgyvermedical]

A Day in the Life of your Character in the Hospital

Yesterday, your character was shot in the lower left side of their abdomen. They were taken to the emergency room and given IV antibiotics, fluids, and then rushed to surgery. Today is their first full day in the hospital.

0600: The surgeon arrives. He's running late and he's pissed about it. Definitely your character's fault. He turns on the light. Without waiting for your character to wake up (he got, like, 2 hours of sleep) he takes the abdominal binder off, revealing a bandage that covers the front of his abdomen. There is some blood visibly seeping through it. The surgeon pulls this bandage off. This is the first time the character sees the new incision. It is probably 14 inches long, and goes down the center of his belly, making a neat little curve around his navel. It is held together with a lot of staples. There is also the place where the bullet went in (and presumably one on the other side where it came out). This is held together with skin glue. The surgeon puts the call light on so the nurse can come back in and re-dress the incision site.

0700: It's been shift change for 30 minutes now, which is how long the call light has been on. A nurse aide comes in and asks what your character needs. She gets a set of vitals and the character asks for pain medication. The incision has started to hurt now that the abdominal binder is off and there i an ache that is deeper too. He also says he's cold. The nurse aid gets him a pair of worn blue scrub pants to wear under his gown and a warm blanket. She says she will tell the nurse that he needs pain medication. She empties his urinal.

0800: The nurse comes in with the pain medication, finally. The character looks at it longingly as the nurse does her assessment, listening to his breathing (breathing in deeply hurts) his abdomen (which seems like forever) and his heart. She takes pulses, asks if he has passed gas yet or feels nauseated. He says no.

The nurse says he has crackles in his lungs, which isn't uncommon for the day after surgery. His temperature is also a little up, but it's also probably because of the small amount of fluid in his lungs from not moving. She hands him a small device called an incentive spirometer and teaches him how to use it. She tells him to hold a pillow against his stomach because it will make him cough. He tries it, it hurts like heck. She tells him to do it ten times per hour. She examines the wound and puts a bandage and abdominal binder back on. Finally, she gives him the pain medication.

0900: The nurse comes back with morning medication. She gives him a medication for his stomach, acetaminophen, and an IV antibiotic, which she explains is given to everyone who has trauma surgery. She says physical therapy and social work will come at some time today and also a cop wants to see him about the person who shot him.

1000: Physical therapy comes in. There are two of them and they are very efficient. One of them walks him in the hall while the other follows behind with a wheelchair. When they get back to the room, he is wiped, but they sit him in the chair and tell him to stay there for as long as he can.

1100: The nurse aide comes by and asks if he'd like to order lunch. He realizes he never had breakfast. "Ordering lunch" turns out to be picking his choice of broth, jello, and flavored ice. He is hungry and asks when he can have real food. The nurse aide says she will ask his nurse.

1200: He "eats" or rather drinks lunch. It is good to have something on his stomach and he's feeling relatively okay thanks to the pain medication. No one has come back to tell him about real food. After lunch, he's really tired and tries to take a nap.

1300: The social worker comes in, wakes him up, and asks a bunch of questions, mostly about if he feels safe at home. Once it's relatively clear this gunshot wound was a one off thing and he won't be going to long term care, she seems to lose interest. She gives him her card and tells him to call her if he needs anything.

1400: The cops come in. There's two of them. They wake him up again. They ask about who shot him. He doesn't have a lot of information to give them and they also seem to lose interest pretty quickly. The nurse aide takes his vitals again. His temperature has come down.

1500: The surgeon's nurse practitioner comes in with his nurse from earlier, opens the abdominal binder again and takes off the bandages to look at the incision site. Nothing has really changed since this morning, but putting on and taking off the binder is a lot of effort and really he just wants to sleep at this point. They ask him how lunch and physical therapy went and he tells them. They ask if he's passed gas yet. Maybe he did? He's not sure. They say they'll probably keep him overnight again for more IV antibiotics and to make sure he can eat. The nurse practitioner listens to his abdomen again, this time it doesn't take as long. They put his bandages and binder back on.

1600: He asks for more pain medication. Once again, it takes about an hour to get. He also gets another IV antibiotic and more acetaminophen. The nurse aide comes by to take his dinner order, which is still clear liquids.

1700: During dinner he passes gas. He puts his call light on to tell the nurse. The nurse aide says she'll pass the message along. A half hour later the nurse sticks her head in and asks if he wants some pudding for dessert, considering it's too late to order anything from the cafeteria but they did change his diet order to full liquids now that things are moving.

1800: He enjoys some pudding and ice cream.

1900: He tries to take another nap, but a new nurse aide comes in to get his vitals again. He manages to fall asleep after that.

2000: He sleeps

2100: His new nurse comes in, introduces herself, does her assessment, and gives him night medications.

2200: He asks for pain medication again.

2300: Just as he falls asleep again, the nurse comes in to take blood. She's a good stick but his arms are already impossibly bruised up from the previous 20 or so sticks he's gotten in the last 36 hours. She still gets him in one try.

0000: He sleeps

0100: He is woken by someone screaming down the hall.

0200: Someone is having a very loud night.

0300: His nurse comes in. His labs came back and his potassium is low. She hangs a bag of potassium on his IV pole and hooks it up to his IV. She tells him it will probably sting, and if it’s too bad to let her know.

0400: The arm with the IV in it aches and he still can’t sleep. The person down the hall has stopped screaming finally at least.

0500: The nurse aide comes in and asks if he would like to order breakfast. All he wants to do is go home.

[slvtforfiction]

Could you write a Johnnie guilbert x f reader where the reader deals with sh. The reader is a famous song writer and YouTuber, she gets comments about her scars and just hate comments in general and johnnnie comforts her?

Late night hate

☆ yess ofcourse x

☆ Johnnie Guilbert X Reader

☆ Fluff/Comfort

☆ Cw: Self harm

☆ Hey guys! Before anything else I would ask you to request anything you want because I've lost a lot of motivation and it would really help! :D (Please look at pinned post to see if requests are open.)

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

Masterlist | Pinned post

I finished editing my video and smiled to myself as I quickly posted it. I walked downstairs to where Johnnie was sat watching TV and smiled at him as I walked into the kitchen.

“Pumpkin!” He yelled lightheartedly and I giggled at the nickname, “Yeah?” I said as I walked back into the living room, “Cuddle?” He asked like a toddler and I giggled again.

“Give me a minute and I’ll be back I just wanna make a snack.” I said to him and he nodded as I walked back into the kitchen.

I grabbed some strawberries,kiwis,apples and honeydew melon and began to cut them up to make a fruit bowl.

As I finished cutting up the last kiwi I put it into the bowl and walked back into the living room. I sat down next to Johnnie with the bowl in hand and lied down on his chest.

I ate my fruit as Johnnie took little bits for himself and I cosied up to his chest as I watched whatever was on the TV.

After finishing my fruit bowl,I sat it on the table and pulled out my phone to check how my video was doing.

Johnnie looked over my shoulder as I checked on it,equally as curious as me. This wasn’t something I usually posted so I didn’t expect much from it.

However when I looked at the videos analytics it looked to be doing better than the previous videos I’ve been doing.

I smiled as I clicked onto the comments and began reading through,though I was quickly losing my smile.

Imagine showing ur fucking scars,wtaf.

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She’s such an attention whore 🤣

^34 replies

Fucking emo

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Y/n don’t listen to them x

^- shut up emo

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What’s her issue 💀

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Go back to wearing jumpers u fucking emo

^- Leave her alone??

^- Maybe she should stop cutting 🤣

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I stopped reading after that.

Johnnie looked down at me and pulled me into a bigger hug as I began crying into his shoulder.

He didn’t say anything,he just held me as I broke down into his shoulder.The silence of the house interrupted by my tears.

“It’s okay.” He said softly as he lifted me up,he sat me in his lap and I kept my face in his shoulder,not daring to look up.

He rubbed my back,whispering sweet nothings as he softly rocked me back and forth. “These scars do not mean you are ugly,these scars show you’ve survived a battle and you should be proud of yourself.” He told me as he hooked his index finger under my chin to make me look at him.

I sniffled and nodded my head,wiping my tired eyes and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Are you okay,princess?” He asked and I nodded my head tearfully.

He wiped away my tears,kissing my lips softly as he held his hands around my face. I smiled and giggled as he began kissing around my face endlessly.

“I love you,loser.” I said light heartedly and he smiled “I love you too,idiot.” He said and I giggled.

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[0800-her]

I love this rabbit hole we've all fallen in.

riling miguel up by torturing and teasing him daily, leaving him frustrated and almost humiliated when you nearly gave him a boner in public. your bratty behavior and attitude the past few weeks pissed him the fuck off. he knew just what you were trying to do to him. but god, he would literally be deranged to even resist you, which is why he needs to remind you who you belong to and put you in your place. even though he knows you secretly like being treated this way, he’ll push your limits just like you pushed his until you’re a brainless, ruined mess for him.

“i heard you got into an argument with the neighbors again,” miguel chided, his frustration starting to increase when he noticed the smug look you gave him like this was a joke. “wipe that fucking smirk off your face. i don’t wanna hear that same bullshit excuse about their toddlers being loud again.”

“then what are you gonna do about it, huh?” you provoked with a mocking tone it made miguel clench his jaw. “you gonna punish me?”

five minutes later and your head was hanging off the edge of the couch, your mouth stuffed with miguel’s cock relentlessly fucking into your throat. your legs were pushed all the way back that your ankles were near your head. with miguel manhandling you to this position, you couldn’t stop moaning and mewling on his cock when you feel his fingers fucking into your swollen, wet cunt.

“i’ll show you, you fucking brat. you need to learn how to use your fucking mouth properly!” he grunted, shoving his cock so far down your throat and leaving it in for you to choke on.

then another five minutes pass. your hips were draped over the arm of the couch, face buried into the cushions that you drooled all over, and your ass kept stinging from the harsh spanks and grips miguel gave as he fucked you so viciously that your feet lifted off the ground, hitting right into your g-spot. shameless moans were muffled as miguel kept pounding into you, his thrusts so rough that the 350 lb couch moved inch by inch on the floor it was now out of place. you just laid there and took it, letting him pull your hips back and forth on his cock as if you were a free use fucktoy. you could hear his animalistic groans and growls filling your ears from how fucking good you felt and how obedient you were taking him like this. that ecstatic feeling blooming like knots in your stomach and your pussy throbbing on his cock were enough to tell your sixth orgasm was nearing. and miguel enjoyed every filthy second of it; letting you cum over and over, again and again, overstimulating you until you were a sloppy, brainless little whore that needs to be reminded of their place.

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[justwinginglife]

Hi! I absolutely loveeeee your writing!!! Hopefully you’re still doing requests hehe…

Maybe reader and Hoshina were childhood bffs and then the reader’s family sent her abroad (maybe to serve in another county’s defense force???) but now she’s back in Japan and assigned to the Third Division. And ofc they still make an amazing team and know each other by heart and maybeeeee some feelings start to rise now that they’re adults and all that???

HELLO I'm so happy you love my writing! Of COURSE I'm still doing requests, I'm having too much fun with everyone's prompts so thank you for sending me more suggestions!

No Matter The Distance

You were dreaming of Soshiro again. This time you recalled the memory of when you were eight and you'd tripped and scraped your knees so he carried you home on his back. You were such a crybaby back then. You nearly soaked his shoulder, sobbing from the pain. He sang to you the whole way home so you'd focus on his voice and not your bleeding knees. He surprisingly sang rather well.

"Sing to me again." You mumbled in your sleep as you rolled over onto your side. "I like when you sing... to me..."

When you woke up in the morning, he was neither singing to you nor carrying you, in fact, he wasn't even in the same country as you. It was a rude awakening every time and you still hadn't gotten used to it.

You knew it was naive of you to cling to memories from your past, but when you relived them every night it didn't seem so long ago. But now that you counted, it had been about six years since you'd seen him. You'd known each other since preschool and you'd parted ways when you both turned 18. Your parents thought you'd make a better life for yourself in America so you were shipped overseas, never to see his smiling face again.

You wondered if he dreamed about you too. You wondered if he was even the same person you remembered. It'd been over half a decade- a lot could change. You hoped he was still the same. You knew that was naive too.

You try to quit sulking and you finish getting ready for work. You clock in at 0800 and report for duty. You are surprised to find that your commanding officer has been waiting for you to arrive. She takes in the sight of you as if it's the last time she'll see you. Then she smiles. "Good morning Vice Captain."

You nod to her. "Cap'n. Mornin'. What're all the long looks for?"

Her weight shifts and she clears her throat. "Well, it seems the General has made an alliance with the Japan Anti-Kaiju Defense Force and as a show of good faith, he's sending one of our best soldiers to their side."

You raise an eyebrow. "The Director General himself? Who could be important enough from our team that he'd send so far across the seas?"

She coughs.

OH.

"Maybe, I don't know, the youngest female to make Vice Captain in the shortest amount of time? Maybe someone with, I don't know, Japanese background?"

Yup.

You can't decide if you're honored, nervous, scared, or excited. You haven't been back home in so long. Will it still be the same? The same restaurants, the same stores, the same people. Will they still be waiting for you?

"You fly out at 1200."

Your brows furrow. "You're giving me 4 hours to pack up all my things and say goodbye to everyone? That's ridiculous."

She nods sympathetically. "I know. But he wants to get this show on the road, it seems."

You sigh. "Alright. I'll head back to my place, please assemble the squad before I go so I can give everyone my best wishes."

You pack up your entire apartment in two hours. You have less things than you thought you did. You guess that some small subconscious part of you kept you from collecting too many things that would keep you grounded here. Maybe you always knew you'd return home.

It takes even less time to say bye to everyone. You're ready to ship out in just under three hours and the pilot shrugs, saying you're his only passenger anyway and he can afford to leave early. The Director General lent you his private plane after all.

You can't do anything about your nerves so you make the best of this trip, ordering lavish foods while you read. Your favorite book is one that Soshiro bought for you and the ink from the personal message he wrote on the inside of the front cover is so faded from you constantly rubbing your thumb over it nostalgically.

Soshiro. You'll be there soon.

You sleep through most of the flight. You dream about him again, to no one's surprise at this point.

This time you're both 17, you both snuck out of training together to attend a typical high school party. You were in agreement that the two of you wanted one normal high school experience before you both went off and joined the Defense Force and became stiff, disciplined officers. Of course, you'd tease Soshiro that you couldn't see him ever being stiff or disciplined.

Anyway, you'd been playing spin the bottle and Soshiro's spin landed on you and the both of you ended up in a closet together.

"Well this is a stupid game." He grumbled as he searched for the light to the closet. He would never make you do anything against your will and he found it ridiculous that that's exactly what this game was made for.

But you didn't find it ridiculous. You found it lucky. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest. You grabbed his hand before it reached the light switch and you kissed him in the dark.

He hesitated and then he kissed you back, gently pressing you up against the wall.

When someone knocked on the door seven minutes later, he locked the door and stayed in there with you until he was ready to leave. He must've known if the two of you stepped outside, you'd both go back to acting like nothing happened. Like you had plenty of time to figure out these messy feelings of yours. But neither of you could predict that you wouldn't even be in the same country as him a month later, so you both kept ducking the topic and pushing your feelings for each other down. And then it was too late.

Six years too late, you thought to yourself as your eyes fluttered open. The plane was descending. You were arriving in Japan as last.

You wondered who you'd be serving under and if Soshiro would be in the same platoon. The JAKDF had several divisions, it wasn't guaranteed that you'd even be in the same one as him. You'd been told that the position of Vice Captain had been recently opened at one of the Divisions and you were there to fill that spot. You'd do your best to fill the shoes of whoever came before you and make your team back in America proud.

As you step out of the plane you're greeted by your new teammates in the Third Division. Your eyes scan the crowd and they finally find the person they're looking for.

Your breath catches in your throat and you freeze on the last step of the plane.

He holds a hand out to you to help you down all the way.

"Welcome to the Third Division. I'm Captain Hoshina."

You take his hand and step down the last stair. You don't let go of his hand even when he's introducing you to the troops. You think this might be you dreaming about him again and you don't dare let go just in case.

He doesn't seem to mind. He keeps a firm grip on you and when you've finally greeted everyone he tells them he needs to discuss more matters with you privately.

The two of you enter his office and he closes the door behind him. Before you can speak, he's wrapped you up in a warm hug. "Vice Captain, huh? Impressive." He whispers, still holding you close.

You close your eyes and just soak in his voice. "Not as impressive as you- Captain Hoshina. And here I always thought I'd beat you to Captain when we were kids."

He chuckles and the familiar rumble of his laughter makes your heart skip several beats. He releases you from his arms so he can get a good look at you, but he still holds your hands tight in his. "I really never thought I'd see you again. And look at you now. Gorgeous as ever."

You blush. "Still cheeky I see."

He grins widely. "Still me. Always."

You're relieved. He doesn't seem to have changed at all, just gotten a little taller. And a little more... you gulp, a lot more muscular. You didn't realize it when he was holding you close because you were so focused on the way he smelled and the way he sounded. But now that you were getting a full view of him, you could see the efforts of his training peeking through his shirt. You blush deeper. Thank god he's a little dense and doesn't notice. He's just excited to see you again, he doesn't care if you're flushed or not.

"Hey- dinner on me later? We can go to that diner we liked." He nudges your arm.

You smile. "Yeah? I'm game, especially if you're buying."

He walks you to your room and then leaves you alone to unpack your things. You wish he wouldn't go but you know he has a division to run.

"Captain." You say to yourself, shaking your head. You hoped he would be in the same division as you, but you never could've imagined he'd be working this closely with you. You'll have to pay a visit to the shrine later and thank the gods.

You finish unpacking and you meet Soshiro for dinner in the cutest outfit you can find. You wonder if he'll notice.

He notices.

"So you don't wear the combat suit 24/7?" He teases.

You roll your eyes thinking he's not going to say anything else but then he looks away for a moment.

"You, um... you look real good."

You wonder where his confidence from earlier went. He can get away with calling you gorgeous but now here he is making the word "good" look difficult. You almost laugh.

He opens the door to the restaurant for you and then when you're led to a table, he pulls the chair out for you. You don't remember him being such a gentleman but he was still a teenager last time you saw him. It seems he has grown some after all.

As you eat dinner, you fall back into old rhythms- you steal food off of his plate and he does the same to yours. You even sword fight him with your chopsticks and he laughs the same familiar laugh that you love so much.

Then the drinks start to hit harder and the air seems to change between the two of you.

"So listen..." He starts, cautiously. He seems to get caught up in his own thoughts because he doesn't finish his sentence.

"I'm listening." You nudge him.

He gives you a small, pinched smile. "I don't know how to say this actually." He admits.

You wonder if he's thinking what you're thinking, but it's been so long you can't be sure. "You can say anything to me, you know that." You try to reassure him so that he continues.

He sighs. "Do you... remember going to a party? Back in high school?"

Ah. So he is thinking the same thing as you. You nod slowly.

He clears his throat uncomfortably. "Do you... remember what happened at that... party?"

You nod again, your cheeks starting to heat up at the thought of that mind-blowing kiss.

"It's just... we never... we never talked about it. And then you were just gone- just like that. And I know it's stupid to be bringing it up again so many years later, but you're the exact same as you've always been and I'm the same as I've always been and I just thought..." He trails off.

"You just thought...?" You lean in, hoping to god he finishes his sentence.

"I just thought... maybe now we could... talk about it? If-if you wanted."

"Okay, what do you have to say about it?"

He laughs at that. "Boy, you really don't make this easy do you? You never have."

"Sorry. I'll go first then, okay?"

He nods and waits for you to speak.

"I regretted it for six years."

He winces.

You backtrack. "Wait, sorry that's not how it was supposed to come out. Now you're making this hard."

You both laugh. Then he takes your hand.

"I think what you meant to say was you regretted leaving it the way we did?"

You nod. You're glad he's still able to understand you so well even after all these years.

"I do too. I thought, god, if I could just get one chance to tell her how I felt I'd do it. And now you're here and I'm stumbling over my words. But I need to say this. Because I can't wait another six years for you to find out that I love you. Because I love you. Always did, and still do."

You start to cry before you even realize it's happening. He immediately rushes over to your side of the table to brush the tears away.

"Hey, hey, did I say something wrong? Tell me. What's going on in that beautiful mind of yours?"

You can't figure out how to put the words together properly so you kiss him. He kisses you back more intensely than he did back then and you wish you can just freeze time so he can keep kissing you like this. Then he pulls away.

"You know, love, I like the way you're thinking but you still haven't given me an official answer."

You laugh. "I love you too- I should think it was obvious."

"Some of us only have half the brain that you do and need verbal confirmation."

"You got that right." You tease.

He wraps you up tight in his arms.

"So does this make us boyfriend-girlfriend?" He asks in his best "high schooler" voice, grinning like an idiot from ear to ear.

You roll your eyes. "Take me to the prom and we'll see about that."

He laughs. "Just let me date you already damnit."

You kiss him again.

"Was that a yes?"

You nod.

"Okay, again, I'm just checking."

[ghostaholics]

Ok but like the enemies with benefits and hate love trope REALLY suits ghost like cmon it’s like him ya know and the part where he would actually WILL push them out of the bed is 100% true 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭and that one hc where it says that he would rather die than make the first move is so valid .

𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔-𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉-𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒕𝒔 (18+) || 𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏

literally they’re in his room and after they’re done he’s like, helping her find her clothes not to be nice but because he’s trying to get her out the door as fast as possible; no cuddling, no aftercare just a ‘thanks for the shag, now fuck off’ because he wants to take a nap – simon rolls over onto his stomach, hands tucked underneath his pillow as though he’s already sleeping because she can just see herself out

but now she’s whisper-yelling at him that she can’t find her panties even after searching high and low for them, is basically shaking him awake and doesn’t give a shite about his goddamn beauty rest

and he cracks an eye at her, being super unhelpful like – ‘i don’t see the problem? just go without them then, you’re taking too damn bloody long’ so she leaves with a scowl and has to make this hellish walk back to her own quarters with his cum starting to drip down her leg (even gets stopped on her way by price who mentions something about a 0800 debrief the next morning, which is an awful 10-minute-long conversation) meanwhile, simon's in his room chuckling because he hid them under his pillow (being the bastard he is) and he's already thinking that she’s going to need another attitude adjustment sooner than later

[drabblesandimagines]

Dove (part three)

Leon Kennedy x female reader Part one. Part two. Warnings: Things get a bit gory in a flashback, description of panic attack.

“Anything will be great. We’ll take it slow. You ready?”

You’re not, but you doubt you ever will be.

“Ready.”

Leon taps twice on the laptop’s trackpad and it emits a beep, signaling the recording has begun, before he leans back, places his hands on his thighs and smiles. He has a nice smile, it’s reaching his eyes and you try and focus on that and not the sick feeling that’s growing in your stomach. “So, let’s go from the top. Yesterday morning…” You feel yourself inhale sharply. “..alarm goes off, or are you a natural riser?”

You weren’t expecting that to be the first question.

“I… I have an alarm.”

“What time did it go off?”

“I set it for 0630. And I got out of bed right away, otherwise I linger and then I’m late.” If only you knew what was to come you would’ve stayed in bed all day - covers pulled up and over your head.

“Then what did you do?”

“I had a shower, then I got dressed – in what you saw me in.” You hesitate - does he need that much detail, or was that too obvious and waste his time? You wait another beat, in case he wants to say anything, dismiss it from the record, but Leon just sits there there, hands resting on his thighs, looking at you, encouragingly, to continue. You press your nails into the palm of your hand, trying to concentrate. “Then I made a coffee to take with me on the walk to the office. I… I like to get there for 0745.”

“No breakfast?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah. Sorry. I made a slice of toast, ate it while I was waiting for the coffee to brew.” You remember leaning up against your kitchen counter to eat it – you hadn’t even got a plate out the cupboard, just buttered it on the chopping board, left the knife in the sink to wash up later… Is there going to be a later? You dig your nails into palm again, hard enough to leave indents. “Sometimes I’ll get a bagel from this cart near work, if that matters.” It probably doesn’t, but you want to stop thinking about home.

“And do you walk to the office every day?”

“No – weather dependent. I mean, there’s a bus I can take. There’s just a lot of traffic and so many stops that I found it takes the same amount of time to ride that as walk, so I get that if it’s too cold or wet. Listen to music, usually.”

“Okay, good.” He’s laying on the praise a little thick, but you accept it gratefully all the same, along with his smile. “Doing really good. So, you walked to work. Anything unusual you remember from on the way there?”

“No. Just the same walk, really. I’m pretty good at the whole awareness of my surroundings cos of the job, so…”

“Of course,” he nods. “And you got in the office at 0745?”

“Erm… Probably not precisely 0745.” You scan in through a turnstile, don’t wanna say you got in at a specific time in case it comes back to haunt you. “And I don’t need to be clocked on until 0800, but I had time to made another coffee in the breakroom before I logged on to my terminal, so probably between 0745 and 0800.”

“And are there turnstiles or a security check when you enter?” Had he read your mind? No, he probably has it noted down to cross-check your story.

“Yeah – bag searched, walk through the metal detector, then there’s a turnstile I have to scan in at.” Like any of those protocols had stopped whatever or whoever it was who had got inside.

“Okay, good. Headed to the breakroom, then from there to your terminal, and no other stops, no colleague interruptions?”

“Er… Yeah, one.” You swallow, her face flashing across your mind. “Am I allowed to use their name?”

Leon nods.

“Clara was in the breakroom when I got there, making a coffee. She had a date the night before – I asked her how it went.”

“Okay. Do you know what the date’s name was?”

“No. She’d just mentioned it the day before, though. We were leaving at the same time and she was excited about it, so I thought I’d ask. He’d been really dull at dinner apparently. She didn’t think she’d bother seeing him again.”

And no-one will be seeing her ever again either, your brain so helpfully reminds you.

“Okay. So, you’ve made it to the office, made your coffee, spoke to Clara, sat down at the terminal… What’s that, exactly?”

“It’s a computer, basically. All linked in to the main server, sit in like half cubicles. The screens have these hoods on, so no-one can see what you’re looking at unless they’re in the seat. They’re called terminals on all the internal documents.”

“Right, got you. What’s a usual work day for you? Did yesterday’s seem any different?”

“Do you know much about the surveillance department?”

Leon shakes his head. “I know you’re an intel source.”

“Yeah, that’s about it. Individuals get marked for surveillance from email scans or phone calls, travel plans, receipts, CCTV – it can be just be a word that flags them up or someone makes a tip-off, then we conduct investigations to see whether they’re involved in bioterrorism. So, I log on and open my assigned cases. We rotate every day and there’s always a few you can dismiss immediately because it’s flagged up erroneously. Some, there’s already previous analysis done, so you go through the notes and then check if there’s been any activity or correspondence logged overnight. If there hasn’t been on those cases, I open up a new case – rinse and repeat. It’ll give me a notification on the system if there’s activity on any of my pre-allocated cases, so I switch between as activity starts and stops.”

“Huh,” he muses. “How do you pick up a new case – just see what takes your fancy?”

“No,” you shake your head. “They’re random. You click a button and the system assigns you one. They change the code every week of how it does it.”

“Why’s it random?”

“Er, in case anyone is… trying to protect someone, I guess? Or being blackmailed into, like, closing a case.”

“I see. And nothing out of the ordinary all morning?”

“No. I… I had one case that had had a lot of email activity overnight, so I went through that. Then I submitted a couple of reports advising three… or maybe four cases be closed - I can’t remember exactly - but it’s not unusual to advise closing cases as people get flagged up all the time.”

“Yeah, all make sense. Did you get a break?”

“Yeah, I had a break at 1300 to 1330. I brought in a boxed lunch…” You didn’t mention that earlier, did you? “I made it the night before – not in the morning. I grabbed it out of the fridge before I left my apartment.”

“It’s all right, Dove.” Leon soothes. “I’m not expecting you to remember every finite detail – you’re doing really well.”

You nod, a little shakily. “I ate it in the breakroom. A couple of my colleagues popped in and out, but no-one sat with me that day. I made a coffee and went back to my terminal.”

“Okay.” He nods, leaning forward then and squinting a little at something on the laptop screen. “So, 1442 is when the power was cut to the building. Where were you when that happened?”

“I had an active call that I was listening in on, it hadn’t been going on very long. And then…” You fix your stare on the coffee table then – you don’t want to look at Leon’s face anymore, those sympathetic blue eyes. “..everything went dark. There was about 15 seconds before the emergency lighting came on, or it should’ve been. We have drills every so often, and it’s meant to be quick, but only enough to light the path to the fire exits, you know? But it looked like the back-up generator was coming on too, because I’m sure I saw the terminal screen reboot a second.”

“And you didn’t hear anyone say anything?”

“I think it was quiet, I don’t know if anyone said anything, but there wasn’t an alarm to evacuate. I had my headphones on still as I thought when the terminal reboots, I’ll just get straight back into the call if it was still going after I logged in because they’ll be annoyed if we all left unnecessarily, you know?” Your eyes are still fixed on the coffee table, so you don’t know if he nods or not. “But then…” You wonder if your nails will pierce through the skin of your palm this time with how hard you're pressing. “Then I heard this scream and… And…”

You let out a shuddering breath, hearing the scream echoing around in your mind.

“It’s all right, Dove,” Leon reaches out a hand but stops himself, leaving it hovering awkwardly over your knee. “Here,” he leans forward instead, picks up the glass. “Have some water, okay?”

You take the glass, not even able to say thank you, and put it up to your lips, but it clinks against your teeth, feels too cold sliding down your throat and into your stomach.

He takes the glass back from you as you lower it from your lips, placing it down on the table gently, and waits. He doesn’t press, he doesn’t smile, just waits.

You exhale, close your eyes – you’re not sure if it makes it worse.

“I… I took my headphones off and I… I couldn’t work out what it was. It didn’t sound human – something guttural. I think I heard someone swear, and more screams, but those were human. I-I got up from my chair, stepped out and looked down the hall and… there was this thing, like…” You search for the words, but not for too long. “Sorry, I don’t how to describe it.”

“That’s all right. We’ve got them on the CCTV.”

“But it had... someone in its mouth. And I should know who it was, because I’ve worked with these people for so long, but it h-had their head in its mouth. How could I not know?” Your voice breaks.

“Dove,” Leon starts, gently, “I think we should take a break.”

You shake your head, determined to get it over with. “It shook its head, like a dog shakes a toy, but it bit down and… I don’t know if I blacked it out because I don’t remember how I got there, but I was on the ground, like something had knocked me down and… someone was on top of me.”

“I am so sorry.”

“There were more and more screams and sounds I can’t describe - from all around – and everywhere I looked there just seemed another one of those things, clambering over cubicles with these awful, long tongues, snapping around limbs and, like, ricocheting people back. I got up and ran but there was blood in my eyes and I don’t know if it was mine or someone else’s, but I didn’t get far because this horrible wet thing wrapped around my arm and I got thrown into the wall or something else hard. My arm went limp – I think that’s when it dislocated my shoulder and maybe that confused it because it let go? I don’t know why it would let go when it didn’t for anyone else and… I… The stairs…”

And that’s it, your resolve has cracked and sobs erupt from deep within your chest, your whole body shaking, your vision obscured with hot tears and you can’t breathe with the grief.

There’s a beep – Leon’s frantically stopped the laptop recording, and then he’s sat right next to you, taking your good hand in his and squeezing it.

“I need you to breathe, okay? It’s going to seem hard, but I know you can do it, Dove. We’re going to breathe in through the nose for four, hold that breath in our lungs for another four, and then we’re going to exhale through our mouths for four. Okay? I’m gonna keep count with a squeeze of your hand, close your eyes if you want, I just really need you to breathe.”

You nod, sobs instead of breaths, and it feels impossible as Leon begins squeezing your hand in rounds of four. It’s poor at best, not inhaling enough, breaths still cut short as you cry, but he persists, round after round until, finally, you feel the air is finally reaching the bottom of your lungs, crying reduced to sniffles – feeling exhausted.

“I should’ve stopped you – realized you needed a break.” He stops squeezing your hand but he doesn’t let go.

“No,” your voice still feels tight. “I wanted it over with. Is that selfish?”

“Not at all.” Leon replies quickly, firmly, before his tone softens. “I know this a dumb question before I even ask, but is there anything I can do for you right now, or get you?”

“Can I have a hug?” You ask, quietly - a fleeting thought of that surely would be against protocol, but you need something grounding.

“Of course.” His arms wrap around you – strong, solid, warm arms, mindful of your shoulder, pressing you into his chest and the scent of the strawberry bodywash. You can hear his heartbeat as you press your face into him.

Leon doesn’t speak, doesn’t move either, just keeps holding you close. Hell, he needed a hug after Raccoon City, he’d just never got the guts to ask Claire for one. Not in front of Sherry anyway, and no-one was gonna hug him when he got sent off to military training.

He doesn’t know how long you’ve sat like that, but he is aware as you grow limp against his chest, falling into an emotionally exhausted sleep. He knows it’s not proper for him to be doing this with you, the DSO asset he’s meant to be protecting, but from past experience, he knows you won’t be asleep long and what the DSO doesn’t know can’t hurt them.

Speaking of, he thinks, leaning against the back of the sofa and tilting you gently down with him, he slips a hand into his pocket for his phone and types a quick message.

Interview concluded. Will have timeline of incident and report sent by 2000. Summary - experiencing survivor's guilt, not a suspect.

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Part four.

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[0800-her]

It's a free world 🤷🏽‍♀️

every time ppl write like one paragraph and tag it with x reader tags i think my eyes roll so far back i regress in age a little

[0800-her]

Istg u need to write a full on whole smut with Miguel IM BEGGING YOUUU PLEASE 😰🙇‍♂️

IN A HEARTBEAT. Sorry i suck at making long fics. my brain just LKJHGFGHJK

Miguel x fem!reader I WANTED TO CALL HIM PAPI SAUURR BAD...SO I DID AHHAHA.

Miguel is a thighs guy right. So when your riding him HE'S OBSESSED. He loves the curves and dips of your body sooo much it drives him insane. All of you is almost too much for him to handle, he's so down bad for you...but when your riding him?

His hands continue to knead on your thighs while you lift your self from his hips only to fall back down with a whine. "aw good girl..." Miguel encouraged, squeezing your thighs, "doing so good for me baby~" his hands traveled up from your thighs to your waist, where he guided your body up and down to meet his half thrust. he looks up at you and presses a kiss to your neck with a smile. you look so fucked out. your body is quivering from his touch, his every movement making you overstimulated. he knows you love it though. he knows you adore him fucking you out until your bubbling at him to stop yet begging him to keep going. "pa-papi... m'tired mhhm," you attempted to force out a sentence but his cock pushing on your cervix was driving you crazy, the only thing you could thing of was his fat cock pushing you past your limits and the puddle of wetness that had pooled underneath where you and Miguel were connected. you were met with a harsh laugh in response and you felt his hand travel down to press on your clit. "but baby, you were the one that was getting all sassy on me weren't you? you said you could take it if I let you ride it didn't you say that? but now..." his other hand slithered around to pull harshly at your hair. "but now your telling me your too tired to bounce on my cock?" he's so mean to you, his comments make tears leak from your eyes. "mghh pleease Miguel? m'so tired~ p-please it hurts nghh ah~" he's always had a begging kink, so when you grovel like this it immediately throws him off edge. and who is he to deny you? your his princess are you not? "aw of course baby, anything you want, daddy's sorry m'kay? daddy will make it up to you i promise..." he lifts you up and off his cock, watching as he falls out of you with a wet slap. you whine as you feel everything pour out of your used cunt and he turns you over so your tummy is on the bed. "arch that back for me yeah? put that ass all the way up m'kay? good girl~" with your ass up like this, Miguel can see your pretty pussy lips, all wet with your slick, glistening and gleaming almost daring him to lean down and suck it all off. it's making him INSANE so of course to distract himself he shoves his entire length inside you, earning a high pitched moan from you. "it's like sloppy seconds with you isn't it? always so wet, always ready to take me, thighs always wet cos your a slut that lets her cunt juice run down her thighs right?" he couldn't help grabbing your hips and throwing you up against him while you cry into pillows, moans muffled but still heard. He loves you like this, back arched and begging. It makes him cum every time. Loves watching you shiver and groan from the feeling he gives you when he fills you with his cum, making sure your nice and full and DEFINATLY pregnant before he lets you sleep~

[hottakendragon]

clumsy

warnings: 18+ content, smut, dubcon, noncon elements, stuck in a wall, scent kink??, spanking, fingering, p in v, orgasm denial

quaritch gets paired with human scientist reader who is too clumsy for her own good. quaritch is constantly pulling her out of dangerous situations, whether it’s looking too far over a cliff, or swimming too deep into the river, he’s so agitated with how unaware she can be, always wondering how she managed to get in with the RDA when she can be so clueless at times

but he knows she’s smart and capable, she’s interjected in mission briefs, spewing her incredibly niche knowledge of pandora. he’s caught her from the corner of his eye in the gym, knows she can squat twice her weight with no trouble, knows she can pack a punch if needed.

when the two of them are paired on an extended survey in the jungles of pandora, quaritch had no idea what he was getting into.

only four days into their trip, the colonel has expended his limited patience.

they’ve been treading the jungles since 0800, though the shifting sunlight finds it’s now reaching midafternoon. she had scampered off, gushing that this sector was abundant with lichen which she absolutely needed to sample for her labs, though it isn’t long before quaritch hears her shout from a short distance. the colonel tucks the heel of his rifle into his shoulder, alert as he searches for her and any potential threats.

but what the colonel finds is truly ridiculous, somehow she has managed to lodge herself between two fallen logs, unable to push her hips through the slim gap.

“colonel quaritch? is that you? please help!”

her hips wiggle and her feet kick, drawing the colonel’s attention. most of the time he would roll his eyes and pull her by the collar like a scorned child, but this felt different.

“god dammit, how the hell did you manage this?” he lowers the barrel of the rifle as he steps closer to the fallen trees, watches as she kicks helplessly with her boots barely toeing the ground. the colonel tries not to look too close at her toned legs, or how her tight shorts are riding up into the apex of her thighs.

he growls in frustration, mostly at the absurdity of the situation but also the stir of lust in his stomach.

he steps closer, boots heavy as he treads the rugged terrain and assessed her position. he peers over the other side of the fallen trees and sees her panicked expression. her eyes are wide and her skin is flushed with exertion, bangs sticking to her forehead and she’s heaving to catch her breath. her breasts spill over her low neckline and smoosh together given the tight space.

quaritch snicks his teeth, visibly upset.

“it’s always something with you, kid,” he mutters, grimacing

“i’m stuck,” she pouts, wiggling in a noncommittal effort to free herself

“clearly.” the colonel says gruffly, walking around the logs to assess the best way to free her. quaritch bends at his waist to meet her eyes. “you’re so much smarter than this, puke” he chided. his eyes glance at her breasts, her lips.

“i know that!” she snaps, shooting daggers at him and huffing out a breath. the colonel flares at her response.

“hey, don’t you catch a tone with me, girl,”quaritch says sternly, snapping his fingers and pointing at her. “now this s’bout the fourth time i’ve had to come an’ save ya from doin’ somethin’ stupid,” he tells her. “really should be thankin’ me,” he gruffs and stands to his full height.

quaritch circles back around, figuring the best way out was from this side. the colonel’s hands fall to his hips and he grimaces. “dammit, kid, what the hell were ya’ thinkin’?” he says. he steps closer and amplifies his voice. “i’m gonna grab ya’, alright? gonna grab right here and pull,” he tells her, large hands settling on her waist. his nose flares and his tail flicks as his hands clasp her sweat slick body.

he tries to focus on the task at hand, pulling her by the waist but she’s still squirming and kicking. her efforts prevent him from helping and only serve to irritate the colonel. when she accidentally kicks his ribs it quickly sends quaritch into a rage

in the fresh wave of frustration and really without a consciouts thought, quaritch swats the top her ass, hard. “dammit kid! quit all that wiggling.” he shouts, gritting his teeth. her entire body jolts with the unexpected sting and she shouts. “ah!” her thighs pull together and she’s gone rigid.

quaritch continues to flare. “i’ve had it with you, fuckin’ up the mission the way you have. always getting into trouble, i have half the the mind to just leave ya’ here” he growls. his fingers push into the plump flesh at her hips. he’s trying to ignore the fact that he’s half hard just from her ass in his face, and the grip he has on her sweat slick body isn’t helping.

before quaritch can even acknowledge his own actions, a sweet and vaguely familiar scent begins to blossom in the air. quaritch follows his nose, and he’s only faced with her muscular thighs and plump ass. “i’ll be damned, puke, are you gettin’ wet right now?” the colonel asks, confused and astonished and aroused.

her thighs tuck together, trying to make herself as small as possible, but the scent only continued to fill his nostrils and quaritch feels his dick jump. it’s a sweet aphrodisia that is distinctly her, so intoxicating that he can’t help himself from seeking her scent, inhaling deeply through his nose. he hums, and something switches within the colonel, a chuckle erupting from his chest.

“you’ve gotta be kiddin’ me,” he gruffs. “you’re gettin’ off on this, are ya?”

“filthy girl,” he says, hands smoothing over her bum. he pulls at the meat of her ass, spreading her before he drops his hold, the weight bouncing slightly in her shorts. the colonel growls. “what should i do with you?” he rumbles, pushing his fingertips into her hips.

the colonel quickly makes the decision. “i’m keepin’ you just like this, you’re not goin’ nowhere ‘til i decide it’s time to pull ya’ out of there,” he orders. “you got that, sugar?” asks, voice like silk and smoke. quaritch slots his hips against her backside, his thick member fitting right against her clothed cunt. he’s still pulling at her bum, kneading the flesh of her thighs, his ears flicking as they catch the sound of her whimpers on the other side.

quaritch swears he’s can feel the way her shorts catch against her clit, the swollen bud protruding slightly as he pushes flush against her backside.

“you’re so warm right here,” quaritch moans, punctuating with a thrust that drags the tip of his cock against her clit. the friction makes her yelp and she squeezes her thighs, sensitive from the rough layers of fabric separating them.

that’s when quaritch decides to hook his fingers into her waistband, peeling off her shorts and underwear. the colonel curses when he sees her arousal stringing between her soaked pussy and sticky panties. “fuck, this all for me?” quaritch teases, spreading her thighs. “what’s got you so worked up, huh?”

her garments pool at her ankles, and she can’t help but shiver as one of the colonel’s fingers ghosts up her calf, tickling the back of her knee and soon his entire hand is kneading at the juncture between her thigh and bum, exposing her cunt. “so fuckin’ wet down here, i bet you’d open right up for me,” quaritch drawls, pushing two fingers through her slick. quaritch glides them over her clit, coming back to push into her entrance. he groans when she sucks him in to his second knuckle, and he begins to slowly fuck his fingers into her.

quaritch can hear her moans from the other side, and once he’s able to a slide a third finger inside of her, he pumps them with a steady rhythm. “needy little thing, ain’tcha, taking my fingers like it’s nothin’.” he’s so unbelievably hard, his cock straining almost painfully against his cargos. he takes his fingers from her and she cries out, which earns her a quick swat at the back of her thigh.

“ah ah, quit you’re cryin’ doll, you’ll get it soon enough,” quaritch teases, and she hears the clank of metal from his belt coming undone. quaritch groans with relief, only has the mind to pull his pants just far enough to free his dick from its confines and begins to tease his cockhead against her, coating himself with her slick. he feels so big against her, she whines and tries to push her hips back into him, and she gets another spank for that.

“i told you to stop that damn wigglin’,” quaritch huffs. “naughty thing, is this why you keep fuckin’ everything up? ‘cause you’re needin’ cock so bad?” he grinds against her, swatting her bum again. “wanted my attention, huh? is that it? well, you got it now.”

the colonel gives in and lines his member with her dripping sex, pushing into her slick heat. quaritch hisses as her soaked cunt yields to him.

“that’s it, go on an’ open up for me, darlin’, just like that,” he begins to fuck his thick member into her slowly.

“christ, you’re so fuckin tight around me” he grits, the colonel’s own deep moans rumbling out of him. quaritch begins to push his hips slowly, setting a languid rhythm that has his cock bullying into her slick heat.

quaritch looks down where they are joined, her cunt stretching lewdly and painting his cock with her arousal.

quaritch almost wishes the logs were out of the way, so he could press into her back, so he could snake his hands along her torso towards her plump breasts, but he’s also got an inkling that she’s into this. she’s into the fact that she’s trapped, into the fact that she’s completely left to the colonel’s mercy.

the colonel cups the back of her thigh, lifting and finding another angle where he can slide his entire length inside of her, and she swears sees stars. she lets him take her, moaning loudly as the new angle kisses that spongy part inside of her.

“you like this, girl? your sweet little body trapped on my cock? huh?” he laughs, pausing his thrusts at the hilt. “yeah? you better get fuckin’ used to it, doll, you’re mine now,” he grunts, sliding his throbbing cock in and out of her clenching sex.

‘fuck! takin’ it so well, sugar. yeah, keep takin’ this fuckin’ cock,” he babbles, teeth bared as he fucks into her womb. pleasured moans are punched out of her with each snap of his hips.

“yeah, honey, that’s it. ahh fuck, so good lettin’ me take you like this, so dirty.” quaritch quickens his thrusts at brutal pace, slamming his cock into her tight heat. the colonel thrums with pleasure, low groans rumbling from his chest. he feels her walls tighten, and basks in the feel of her cunt locking around his thick member. quaritch is so fucking close to coming, knows she’s close too. he begins to lose his rhythm, sloppily thrusting into her.

but then quaritch pulls out, fisting his cock and groaning as he comes harder than he probably ever has, the sensation heightened in this new body. the first rope shoots across her lower back, and he groans at the sight, positioning himself so the rest of his cum lands on her pussy, leaving a milky mess over her cunt.

quaritch rumbles from his chest, propping his forearm onto the fallen tree as he catches his breath. he leans over her and looks down like he’s admiring his work. “mmm, so pretty covered in my cum, do you like that?” he wonders, dragging a finger through her folds. she quivers, her orgasm ripped away and her pussy clenches, desperate to feel anything. quaritch can hear her needy cries on the other side.

“aw don’t cry now, darlin’ you’ve been such a good little slut taking my cock, ya did so well,” he says. he gains his breath and stands straight, tucking himself back into his pants and buckling his belt.

“you don’t get to come yet, not after all the trouble you’ve made,” quaritch tells her. he pulls her shorts back over her hips, and the sticky mess of cum sticks to her. “now you just stay right there, sugar, i’ll come for ya when i’m ready,” he smirks.

“w-wait! colonel! please don’t go,” she pleads, still quivering and desperate to come. fear strikes her heart at the pretense of being alone, but the crunch of his boots over the forest floor is already fading. she honestly feels like crying, unsure when the colonel will come back, if he decides to come back.

p.s. he does come back, just before nightfall and he fucks her again for good measure before he’s able to pull her lax limbs from the gap in the fallen trees. she’s totally fucked out, and quaritch lets her cradle into his lap, smoothing a hand over her hair and warning her to stop getting herself into these situations.

notes: woooahhh this is probably the longest thing i have written yet! i get shy when writing the smuttier stuff hehe so please lmk what y’all think! reblogs and likes are super mega appreciated, hope you enjoyed!

[babygirl-riley]

Can we get a little pt 2 to the breakup fic? Maybe even just a small Drabble of when Simon finds out what she did?

Hehehe you asked for it ❤️

Haunted Pt.II

Simon messaged you 2 days after the break up to talk things through. Only to find out that won’t be the case.

“I just wanna hear you. Saying, "Baby, let's go home" Let's go home. Yeah, I just wanna take you home.”

Warnings: mention of suicide, swearing, LITERALLY DEPRESSION, angst, drug mentions, alcohol consumption

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst

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Alternative Ending

0300

Simon sat on a chair with bourbon sitting next to him and a cigarette in his fingers, in a broken apartment glass everywhere, holes in walls, broken chairs, tv. It looked like someone broke in and just destroyed everything. Simon had a rage fit, tears falling down his face, screaming till his throat felt raw.

Why the fuck would you do this? Why would you…You couldn’t. You wouldn’t. He felt numb as he sat there drinking his life away, filling his lungs with cancer. Nothing won’t take this pain away. God you were alone. By yourself. Only if he didn’t kick you out, only if he was there to save you. To hold you. He sat there thinking how those days went, where he could have done something.

0800

Simon was upset the fact that you didn’t text him back. It’s been almost two weeks since the break up, usually when both of you would take a break, you’d come back and talk things through. Toxic? For sure but you are always on his mind, even the bad times.

He wished everything was handled better that night, maybe he should have sat with her and explained that he just hadn’t felt anything emotionally. That he didn’t mean to push her away. But that would be opening scrapped up wounds. Reopening them like a child playing with their scabs.

He didn’t know the events that happened after the break up. Simon just moved slowly, getting back to the single life scene being alone. It wasn’t until Soap brought up a news article.

“Aye have you heard about the police findin’ a body in the car last night? News been sayin’ it’s a druggie.” He said looking down at his phone.

They were waiting for a meeting, they just got back from a mission last night, and needed to go over somethings that happened during it. Simon was looking at his phone periodically.

Buzz buzz buzz

Unknown number popped up, he denies it as he listens more. “Did they say who they were?” Gaz asked leaning back in his chair.

“Nah, just says that the body is a week or more old. Poor thing.” Soap said putting his phone down.

Simon always remembered how scary it was to find his brother all fucked out by drugs. Helping his mother through the process of getting him clean. It was a fucking nightmare. He felt bad for the poor bastard’s family.

Buzz buzz buzz

He picked his phone up again with the same number. He denied it once more, as Price walked through the door. He should have answered. He should have left it alone at the same time.

1900

The number didn’t call back again after that but left a voicemail. He waited till he got home, pour a whiskey out for him as he stared at the voicemail. He grumbled under his breath as he pressed it, putting it on speaker.

“Hey son,” His heart dropped, he knew that voice. That was your father. He hated Simon, that was one of the many other reasons why they stopped talking to you. Simon felt his blood boil. “I-,” It went quiet for a moment before he heard a sob in the background. “You need to meet us at the hospital in downtown. As soon as you can.”

He snatched his phone and dialed his number. The ringing kept going. His heart racing. What happened to you? What did you do? Are you alive? Please be okay. He thought of the worst of the worst. Maybe you were kidnapped? Maybe you were assaulted?

“Simon?” Simon froze as he gripped the glass.

“Where is she?” Simon asked making it to the point.

“You should just come here son,” He responded his voice trembling. “We will talk here.”

He sighed and agreed. Maybe you drank too much, got back into that habit. You both will figure it out together, it is fine, you’ve done it before you can do it again. The drive there made his heart thump, your parents were always disappointed in your drinking. That was the second reason. You were not a nice drunk for sure but Simon knew the real you.

“Why do they hate me?” You cried as you threw the last tequila bottom across the room. Simon stood still as he watched you pace back and forth. “They told me to never come back home. They don’t like the fact I am with you OR my drinking. I don’t have a problem Simon.”

He knew why you drank, the depression, the PTSD, the pain of your surgery. It was too much for you beautiful brain. You took pills for depression but it seemed to not help lately. Simon shouldn’t have let it go this far. He has seen it with soldiers, being discharged because of the problem.

“Little one,” He said walking cautiously to you. “Maybe we should come up with a plan.”

You scoffed. “What plan?” Your eyes were wet, not all there, distant.

It reminded him of his dad, not that you were beating him just the face. Face of anger mixed with sadness, you were in pain. His sighed cupping your face. “To stop drinking,” You were about to object before snapping your mouth closed. “Doing this to yourself isn’t gonna work sweetheart.”

“Are you gonna leave me?”

2000

That rang through his head as he stood in front of your dad. Confused. No you wouldn’t. “Where is she?” He said looking up at your mom.

She was a mess, sat in the room that were for patient’s families when their loved ones pass away. Your mom had tissues in her hand as she kept sobbing. He snapped his head over to your brother. “Where is she?” Simon asked again.

Your father placed his hand on his shoulder. “Simon,” Simon brushed his hand off. “Simon listen. Did she stop taking her pills?”

Simon laughed genuinely laughed. “No I made sure she took them every day.”

“Did she act different,” Your mom stood up. “Did you notice ANYTHING different with her?!” She rose her voice which made Simon’s blood boil. “All her things were in her car! What did you do?”

Then it hit him. Not the last couple of weeks did he make sure. He kicked you out that night. His heart stopped. “We fought that night, nothing crazy.” He mumbled looking away.

“Nothing crazy!” Your mom yelled. Your brother walked to her whispering to her. Trying to calm her down.

“Allison,” Your father whispered. “Enough, son take her outside for a moment.” Your brother nodded walking her out as she sobbed. It was eerie quiet. He killed her. Simon killed her. If he didn’t kick her out she would be here. She would be in bed with him. Not being examined by strangers. “Simon,” Simon didn’t look at him. He couldn’t. He killed his baby girl. His child. “Simon this isn’t your fault.”

Simon scoffed. “I kicked her out.”

It was quiet yet again. “We disowned her for stupid reasons.”

2200

It was a few hours before a doctor came in, letting them know that it was a drug overdose. Irony. This was irony. Your mom sobbing harder, brother holding her, your father now crying, and Simon still as a rock. You were gone.

The doctor mentioned that they were aloud to see you. That you were cleaned up enough to say their goodbyes. Simon wanted to scoff at that statement. He let your family see you first, he didn’t think he could see you. Or deserve to.

He watched as your mother and brother walked out, your father walked to him. “You should go back there. She looks…” His lip trembled. Simon looked away and nodded, your father patted his shoulder.

2243

The nurse took him back to the room you laid in. They haven’t covered you yet, he stood in the doorway as the nurse walked in. You were pale, your skin having no color. The color that brought you life, the lips that once was moving and smiling.

He walked all the way in, feeling his skin tingle, his heart racing, his chest tighten. Simon swallowed the bile quickly before it came back up. The nurse stood on one side of you as she looked at the taller man. “We are going to have to take her in less than an hour sir. Police want to look more into the toxicity.”

Simon wanted to throw the small lady, she was doing her job for sure. He just didn’t want her to take you away, secretly he would hope that you would take a quick breath and say jokes haha. But you laid still.

Simon walked to your side and placed a hand on your cheek. “I will leave you alone.” The nurse said as she walked out.

Why did you do it? What were your last thoughts? “Come on sweethear’, just open them.” He whispered running his finger down your cheek.

It was his fault. He kicked you out. He pushed you away. He left you alone knowing damn well you had nowhere else to go. Was it because he didn’t believe that you would leave? That you would be home waiting for him begging to talk about it?

Simon knelt next to you and placed his head on your hand. You can’t be gone. Please. Please don’t be gone. “Let’s go home baby. We can forget all about it. I know you didn’t mean to, I know you love me,” He looked back up to your face. Unmoving. Pale. Cold. Alone. He felt the sting pinging his eyes as water started to blur his vision. “I need ya, please just wake up. I’m sorry. ‘m so fucking sorry.”

The nurse found him laying next to you holding you as he sobbed. Combing through your hair, whispering sweet things. Begging for you to come back to him. The nurse left him alone with you for a few more hours, letting the cops know that your family was still saying their goodbyes.

0304

Simon sat there numb. Tears still spilling. He just wished you were here instead of being alone. He wished he never kicked you out. He wished that he would have been able to tell you his emotions. He wished for you to be here, in front of him.

None of that was going to happen. Simon won’t be able to make you laugh one last time. Simon won’t be able to laugh with you as you made a competition of you can stuff more grapes in your mouth. Simon won’t be able to feel your warm skin against his. Won’t have the chance to talk about children. Marriage. Fuck even retirement with you.

And it was his fault. It was his fault that you took your life and the last thing on your mind was that you were unloved and alone.

He wished he could go back to when you were here. Alive. Maybe in another life you two were happy, alive, and not fucked up. But that wasn’t the reality. Reality was that you were gone and he was here. Alone.

[newjeansgirlfriend]

0800-IDOL-HELPLINE

pairing: nwjns!minji x lsrfm!reader

synopsis: le sserafim’s yn is always getting told that she gives the best advice. when yunjin suggests she starts a helpline to share her advice with other people, her groupmates immediately say that she should do it! encouraged, she buys a nokia and creates a new twitter account— but what happens when she starts falling for a regular caller?

tags: idol x idol!reader, fluff, comedy (i hope)

warnings: kys jokes, swearing

featuring: le sserafim, newjeans, itzy’s yuna, ive’s wonyoung, loona/loossemble’s yeojin and aespa’s ningning (mentions of other idols)

status: very infrequent updates

profiles: fimmies | new skirts | maknaes + yn & hanni

chapters:

01. let the baby have friends

02. lesserajeans 🔛🔝 (half written)

[spiritusmuses]

@littlewrensx

Archer had dropped off the kids to Wrens, they had settled back into the week after their little wild get away. He heard a knock on his sister-in-law's door. "I got it Wren." He called out, but as he opened the door he froze. Standing there was a soldier and that was never a good sign. "I am looking for the next of kin for Calvin Cross." The man stated and Archers shaky hand just nodded. "I'm his brother." He replied. "There was an accident Seargent. At 0800 this morning, your brother's convoy was setting out on a mission when they were pinned down by RPGS and enemy fire. Your brother was critically injured. He has been transported to Germany and the army is working to bring him home if he becomes stable." Archer felt the lump in his throat as he turned and saw Wren heard everything. "Everything is going to be okay, I am going to make sure of it." He said as he just caught her. "I'll bring him home Wren." He assured his sister in law as he took the letter from the soldier and closed the door he just held Wren and this was the last thing that he wanted to be happening for his brother.

[natjennie]

I love when Mike addresses the ghosts at all but my favorite is when he says something and then the camera cuts out and they're not even there. like they're in a completely different wing of the house.

so I like to think he slowly becomes more ingratiated into the ghost crew because I mean robin saved his life and they're his wife's family at this point so the least he can do is really buckle down and get to know them all, so he pays attention. he listens to alison's side of the conversation and tries to pipe up more, nervous about interrupting but trying to be more proactive anyway. he memorizes the board, names deaths and time periods he's got like the back of his hand. and he watches. their presence isn't easy to spot, because the only one with a physical impact is julian, but he keeps an eye out anyway. when the TV is on, he can make a pretty good guess at who's program it is. when there are new books in the stands he makes a note to look up a summary. when that window is open, it's thomas soliloquizing, but when it's that one it's for the captain's garden view. he's starting to get it. and the ghosts already incorporated Mike into their lives deaths anyway, so they're largely unmoved and confused by the effort, but sure, maybe a little grateful that he's more mindful of them.

and when he thinks he knows them, really knows them, he starts talking. because if there's one thing mike cooper knows how to do, it's talk. he stops jotting down ghost ideas to bring to alison and starts vocalizing them. passing by the tv and there's a match on? he remarks to pat that he's about to try a new sandwich recipe, if he wants to join him for lunch. absolutely nailed it, mike, gold star work. problem is, pat is in the "living" room listening to thomas describe the worst denim outfit he could imagine. and he lived through the 70s. but mike thinks he's crushing it.

on a trip to the kitchen for tea at 5am when he can't stay asleep one night, who the fuck else might be up this early? cap, that's who! so he leans out the window towards the makeshift starting block and does a couple hushed whoops of encouragement, "hell yeah, rise and grind, bruv! you got this, captain, for king and country and all that!" fuck yeah, mike, got em again. passionate, respectful, cap would love that. incredible work, yet again. he's gonna get a good grade in dead person friends. but, unfortunately, it's Sunday and the captain pushes his warm-up to 0800 hours for a sensible 0900 lap, to be more respectful to alison on her day of rest. but again, Mike is convinced he's doing great.

do you see my vision?