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Black widows mating
By: John A. L. Cooke
From: Wild, Wild World of Animals: Insects & Spiders
1977
#mating cw#black widow#spider#arachnid#arthropod#invertebrate#1977#1970s#John A. L. Cooke#Wild Wild World of Animals
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just asked my grandfather if he actually really wanted to know about what's happening wrt isr@el and P@lastine bc i would explain it to him and he said Ok so i was explaining it as best i could and i got to the point of telling him about how the isr@eli military pushed the P@lestinians into g@za and he fucking interrupted me and i tried to keep going by sort of pronouncing that I'm Still Talking, So They Forced Them - I'm STILL Explaining!
but ofc he kept on talking over me all to say some fucked up bonkers shit that was:
"Well, it's of my opinion that that instead of putting the P@lestians in g@za, they should've given them texas."
just occurred to me he was trying to compare that chunk of mexico being taken over and being renamed texas to most of P@lestine being turned into isr@el.......
i didn't fucking understand it at the time so i just stood there with the teatowel in my hands and said That Doesn't Make Sense and kept trying to explain the whole deal. BUT....he interrupted me again to explain what he meant, and he KEPT interrupting me so at the end i just said What's The Point, You Don't Want To Know and stopped talking n finished wiping up the dishes.
#my grandfather is Cooked. basically. HUGE john wayne and clint eastwood fan jsyk kjbjkhkk#personal#would love to be able to cherrypick what's real in my reality the way most of my family does. must be nice living in their world. i'm stuck#in the stone cold Real World#the leadup to this interaction was me trying to tell them that the images they are being shown and the things they are being told about p@l#p@lestine and h@mas on the news was BS. my mum was there too so that ofc went down well :)
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Retired Price
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Retired Price
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Retired Price who retired at the ripe age of 45
Retired Price married his wife a few years ago and once he retired they renewed their vows and Price works from home or would volunteer at random places around the town
Retired Price who started to lowkey become a househusband doing the chores for his wife while she was work
Retired Price who started to set up a home office for his wife for whenever she has to work from home, she use to work on her laptop but sometimes overheated because of the amount of files she saved
Retired Price who started to sleep in 24/7 no matter the day or time, he slept in
Retired Price who started a small garden with fresh vegetables, he also starts planting flowers around the house (again househusband)
Retired Price who makes your lunch when you forget to make it the night before or if you are in a hurry in the morning time, he’ll always come and personally deliver it to you
Retired Price who started to hang out with his military friends again, he was ‘off the grid’ for a little bit to spend time with his wife
Retired Price who grocery shops and sometimes buys things for you online. You won’t know till you see a package on the front porch with his name on it but then seeing a sticky note with ‘For My Love’ on it (of course you knew it was John. No delivery man {or woman} would ever write that)
Retired Price who loves seeing you get ready for girls night. Seeing you sitting in the sink doing your eyeliner and eyeshadow as you were also trying to see which dress would look better with your makeup till you ask for his opinion
“Which one, John. Red, black or white?” She asked, switching between the dresses against her body.
“Red, it looks lovely on you,” he says.
“Okay!” She says with a smile.
Retired Price who made sure to be your personal driver for girls night. He knows that sometimes you can get yourself a bit…out of control to put it nicely
Retired Price who carries you through the door at 1 in the morning. You slung over his shoulder and your feet almost hitting him in the face when the door slams.
“Woah! Hey t-there big g-guy I’m m-married, I’m n-not interested in y-you,” she hiccups as Price places you on the couch.
“Love, you’re drunk. Let’s get you to bed so you can sleep it off,” he says with a chuckle.
“No. You w-will use me like trash and toss me away l-like a used c-condom,” she hiccups.
“What? Love come on,” Price tries to take you up to your shared bedroom.
NSFW
Retired Price who strips you from your work clothes and kisses every part of your body while also complimenting you
Retired Price who shows you a few moves while he was away in the military
Retired Price who wakes up late one Saturday morning to catch you in nothing but an apron cooking pancakes with pancake mix all over your body
“Love *yawn* what time is…it…” he trails off seeing your round ass on full display for him and once you turned around had pancake mix on your forehead, cheeks and nose
“Oh good morning.”
“A good morning indeed,” he smirks while walking up to you and pinning you to the counter kissing every inch of your body and fucking you till the house smelt of burnt pancakes
Retired Price who learned why he loves leggings/yoga pants, to watch your ass as also get a sneak peek of what underwear you are wearing while you workout. He also doesn’t watch the morning News, nope, he watches his wife workout, it’s better entertainment
“Pink lace?”
“Dammit. I thought you couldn’t see them,” you curse as you were doing upward dog.
“Just a bit,” you heard him get off the couch and you felt a slight sting on your ass, you yelp and land on your knees rubbing the spot he smacked
Retired Price who loves you sitting on his face. He slightly developed a slight bleach spot from where you’d cum or just leak your juices on him
Retired Price whose eyes are trained to look and stare at every private part of your body. You catch him every time
Retired Price who starts buying you smut books and recreat the scenes. Your ass in the air, him deep inside of you and the book opened to the part you two are recreating
“So he starts thrusting, a bit slow, then she says.”
“Harder…faster…” you moan as Price does just that.
Retired Price who has multiple nude photos and lewd videos of you. He stares at them and also jacks off to the ones he love the most like the one with your mouth wide open and his cum leaking into your mouth
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John Wick being your married professor, who uses his position of power to take advantage of you. He makes you come to his house for some “extra tutoring” and his wife is there and she’s so kind to you and you feel so guilty as John takes you to his study. He keeps his hand over your mouth because you need to be quiet. Afterwards, his wife invites you to join them for dinner and you just want to get away but she doesn’t take no for an answer just like her husband. She has no idea what John is doing with his hand under the dining table as you all eat.
(I’m sorry Helen but being John’s dirty little secret got me feeling some kinda way)
STOPPP this is so evil (literally kicking my feet) — ofc john would never do this in canon, but for smut's sake . . .
୨ ˙ ∘ cw.⠀ cheating & infidelity. professor / student relationship. p in v. this got, like, really long lmfao OOPS !
you're mr. wick's top student in his class— or so you thought. you're shocked to find out, that after being a straight-A, rory-gilmore level student your entire life, you seem to be failing mr. wick's class.
mr. wick (fully aware of your desperate need for academic validation) uses this to his advantage. it first started off harmless enough: giving you feedback after class, meeting in his office during his hours. but he wanted more, he needed more.
an hour during the day turned into late night "study" sessions in his office. he's bent you over his mahogany desk, forcing you to read aloud from your textbook while he pounds into you.
"t—the halo effect is a c-cognitive bias— fuck—," you bite hard onto your bottom lip, toes curling at the delicious stretch of mr. wick's cock in your wet cunt. you try to continue reading, but the words fall jumbled from your lips. his rough hands are all over you, caressing and clutching at your sides, pulling you back onto his cock like a ragdoll.
"don't make me tell you to start over, ms [l/n]," he scolds, but you can hear the teasing in his voice. his hands cup the fat of your ass, watching as he disappears in and out of you. "i know you can do better than that."
yes, of course you felt guilty. he's your professor— your married professor. but that guilt quickly flew out the window, when he's shoved the frame picture of him and his wife on his desk to the side, and laid you on top, gently spreading your legs.
soon enough, mr. wick started inviting you back to his home. his place of sanctuary. a sanctuary shared with mrs. wick. who you've managed to completely avoid (and pretend didn't exist) up until this moment.
for once, he was giving you genuine advice on one of your essays when his wife walked in. your heart dropped to your ass and sweat began pooling on your forehead. sure. . technically you weren't doing anything, but the guilt ate away at your heart.
"wow, this is really nice, mrs. wick," you mumble, giving the older woman a polite smile. she grins, insisting you call her 'helen'. her shiny smile and bubbly personality only make bile boil in your throat. she was sweet enough to offer you a home cooked meal, and in return, you're letting her husband finger you under the table.
"john talks a lot about you! he's very impressed with your progress," helen takes a bite of her food, offering sweet words and polite conversation. you nod, biting the inside flesh of your cheek and john's hand crawls up your thigh.
"she was really struggling this year.. but i guess all she needed was an extra hand." his innuendo flies over his oblivious wife's head as his warm fingers slide under your underwear and in between your wet folds.
you were definitely going to hell for this, you think to yourself, biting down on your fork to stop a mewl escaping your lips.
#love letters.#keanu reeves imagine#keanu reeves x reader#john wick x reader#john wick imagine#john wick smut#tw cheating#professor au#*⠀john wick.
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Good Fences (Fluffuary #05)
FEB05: Holding Hands
“Bloody hell,” his familiar voice purred at you, “Look at those gorgeous melons, love. They look so sweet.”
You saw John’s sharp teeth flash in a hungry smile as he admired your shopping bag full of honeydew melons. He was just getting home from the gym, it seemed. You watched him drop his duffel bag in his front entry before turning back to talk to you. You smiled back,
“Yeah, they were on sale. Nice and big, aren’t they?”
“Sale, huh? Guess I’m shopping at the wrong stores,” John lamented, reaching for one of the round fruits through your mesh bag, using his huge hand to gently squeeze it, checking for ripeness.
“Well,” you admitted, “I forgot to grab a rotisserie chicken before I left, so I need to make a return trip anyway. Do you want to join me?”
“Alright,” he nodded, “You need help putting those away?”
You didn’t really need help, but having him in your apartment was getting to be addicting. It had started with tea. He’d been worried about you being down about your ex, even though you had been quick to recover. You milked it a little, just for the crumbs of attention you could get from John Price. This wasn’t the first time he had helped you with your groceries, and you realized that since you’d been hanging out with him so much, your neighbor knew your kitchen better than you did. He even replaced the trash can liner when he emptied it out for you.
“Oh, John! You don’t have to do that,” you tried to stop him.
“No trouble, love. You finish up, and I’ll take this out. Meet you downstairs?”
You rushed a bit, wanting to join him as quickly as possible, and grabbed your keys before meeting him in the lower landing. He beamed up at you when he saw you round the corner on the banister, and you tried your best not to look nervous.
“There she is. Ready?” He held open the door for you and followed you out onto the street.
“Sure,” you pointed across the road to the park entrance, “I usually go through here. Shortcut.”
“Lead the way,” he grinned, and to your surprise, he took your hand in his.
Your mind skipped a beat. You thought that maybe he was just being careful to cross the road, as if you were a child, but no. He kept your hand nestled in his, warming your palm, petting the backs of your fingers with his thumb tenderly as you walked.
He was asking you about work and telling you about his new favorite machine at the gym, and you were trying your best to listen, but all you could think about were how strong his fingers were as they gripped you. You imagined him grabbing you with his hands anywhere else on your body and it made you tremble to think about.
If he held you around your waist, those hands of his would clutch the soft, sensitive skin of your hips.
If he grabbed you around your thigh, his palm would heat your flesh, squeezing against the muscles there.
If he held your breasts, using those enormous fingers to pinch and tease your pretty nipples…
“Is that the one?” His voice snapped you back from your daydream.
John was pointing up at the little bodega you’d been shopping at. It was small, but they had the best produce in the whole city. You nodded,
“Yep, that’s the one.”
“I’ve been wanting to check it out.”
You followed him through the aisles, showing him all your best buys, insisting on some and relenting on others. He took your advice, and he even talked to you about a few recipes he’d been wanting to try, suggesting you might come over and cook with him. You thought about it, being in his kitchen, working together over his hot stove, eating out of the palm of his hand…
“Can’t believe we got all this for under a hundred bucks. You were right. This place is the best,” he was beaming, struggling to carry his haul all by himself.
“Here,” you offered, “Let me take these for you.”
You grabbed two of his bags so he could redistribute the weight.
By the time you made it back home, you’d finally recovered from the feeling of his hands against yours, and you were left wondering if that was just a one-time thing. It was your turn to offer to help him put all of his products up in his pantry, and although he initially said yes, what actually happened was that he sat you at the counter with a warm tea and handled the groceries himself while you chatted, sharing little bites of the snacks he’d acquired as he put them away.
“Thanks for taking me with you, love. I don’t think I’ll be shopping anywhere else,” he smiled, wiping down his countertops.
“No problem. What are friends for?” You said, off-handedly.
“Friends, huh?” He leaned his huge forearms against the counter in front of you as he stood next to your stool and gave you a look, “I was hoping I wasn’t the only one feeling sparks when you held my hand earlier, but I guess that’s just me wishful thinking again.”
You stared up at him, in the quiet stillness of his kitchen, trying to breathe. He noticed your nervousness, and he continued with a sly grin,
“Unless…”
He took one of his fingers and pet the back of your hand with his knuckles, lifting up your forefinger and cradling it with his ever so gently. His touch was so light, it felt like he wasn’t even touching you, like you were dreaming it.
“No,” you admitted, “I liked it. Holding your hand.”
He raised his eyebrows as if he were surprised. Then, John threaded his fingers through yours and listened to you sigh at his obvious affection, groaning a bit before he said,
“Mm. Yeah, love. Me, too.”
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Task Force 141's Love Languages
John Price is a careful man. He loves to plan and take his time on small to extravagant dates so he loves his quality time with his partner. Dates can range from small movie nights to a fly-in dinner at the Ritz with a good ol' fashion lover boy. John is an old soul (and an older man) and not to mention his constant ups and downs when he's on duty, so he likes to slow down to savor every moment with you. Everything about you makes him want to cherish you and breathe in every moment. The way he'll call up multiple reservations just so he can find the perfect time and perfect restaurant for you to spend your night at. Or just lounging around his cabin by the lake watching old movies or staring out the window into the beautiful lake. You two don't even have to talk, y'all can just sit next to each other and give each other a smile every once in a while just to know that everything's okay.
He loves physical touch on your end. Having your hand in his, walking through the small town right near his cabin. Grabbing his bicep whenever you're walking down some steps so that you won't fall. Or having his hand on your thigh whenever you're out sitting next to him. It doesn't have to be a big gesture such as cuddling on the couch or your arms wrapped around his waist as he cooks dinner. It can just be you two bumping into each other on base when he isn't so fond of PDA. Although, you actually did slap his ass once. He stared you down when Soap and Gaz started snickering, but he of course let it slide. You're his darling. Just give him a little skin on skin to remind him that you're real and you're okay. He wants to know that you're still with him and not just a ghost from his past haunting his present.
Simon Riley is a man with a few words, so he opts to gravitate towards acts of service to make sure you know he's got your six. Whether it be actually having your back on constant walks such as holding your bags and walking behind you like a lost puppy whenever you are both out shopping, or just making you a simple dinner (that he probably watched a youtube video on). Whenever it's a chore day that you normally have every Sunday, it doesn't really apply to you as he's already up early making breakfast for you while the laundry's already in the washer. You just have to wake up and clean your desk, because he doesn't want to mess with your paperwork and belongings...especially when he doesn't know where everything goes. It doesn't really matter if it's inconvenient for him, as long as he's there to help you, he's even willing to put up with having to clean the damn toilet.
He doesn't ask for much in return, really he doesn't ask for anything at all. Although... he's a sucker for quality time. Just having you there with him makes him sure of himself. Sure that you're safe, sure that you're under his watchful eye, and sure that you're not going anywhere. Of course he understands if you need time to yourself and with your friends, he'll let you go, but he wants your location shared with him indefinitely. He's paranoid-scared even. So whenever you ask "Simon, what do you want to do today?", he always answers by giving you a kiss and cuddling you. His favorite date night is when you guys order take out and turn on a movie, or watch you game for hours on end. Just anything that has to do with staying at home, and getting to see your gorgeous smile.
Johnny MacTavish is a silly man in which he loves physical touch. Gosh is he intoxicated with you. He cannot stop feeling the warmth of your skin against his cold hands or even when you're freezing him with your ice cold feet on his back. He doesn't care, if he's warming you up, then he'll be your personal heater. Whenever you two are out and about, he'll always make sure his hands are on you, especially when you're in big crowds. His hand? In yours, or behind the nape of your neck, or around your waist...or on your ass. What can he say? He's an ass kinda guy. Johnny loves PDA too. He'll surprise you with kisses whether on your forehead, your cheek, or straight up just a kiss on your lips, it doesn't matter. One time, when he went in for a kiss on your head, you turned around really quickly and basically headbutted his face. It hurt a lot. He loves making sure that you and your body know that it's loved.
This man is like a crow, give him a gift and he will cherish it for all his life, even if it's just a pretty pebble. So, yes he's into gift giving! His apartment is basically a thrift store or a grandparent's house at this point with the amounts of clutter and knickknacks he has displayed on his shelves and cabinets. Honestly, there's things in his laundry machine too since you'll pick him tiny flowers or pick up shiny coins, or give him little origami animals that he'll just praise you and stick it into his pocket without thinking anything of it. He'll just hear weird tumbling from the laundry machine and after he finds a shiny rock. Christmas and birthdays are an ease for you two because he will use and wear anything you give him. There's just something about knowing that every gift he receives from you has the same thought behind it: "Oh! Johnny would love this!". It just makes him feel so, so appreciated.
Kyle Garrick is a simple romantic and he grew up in a pretty quaint household and only joined because he wanted to. He also spent a lot of time abroad so I'd say his love language is gift giving. But this is a lot more thoughtful and extravagant, different from how Soap is with his. Honestly it has a lot to do with the fact that he doesn't want you to think that he can't take care of you. So his gift giving is a lot more like paying your bills, buying you a new fridge if it breaks down, and buying you expensive clothes. He loves spoiling you and taking care of your financial needs since he knows he can't always be there for you. With this, he's able to make sure you're comfy and situated from your home and just spend your days doing whatever makes you happy. He's a simple man, his bank account is your bank account. A happy wife is a happy life, right?
In return, he LOVES words of affection. Kyle, I feel like, would love reading poetry and just soaks up every word until it's imprinted like pearls in his chest. Oh and when you say anything as simple as just a small praise, "You're the bestest, Kyle!", he will melt in your arms. Honestly, this might be the biggest incentive for him to spoil you, just seeing you thank him into oblivion and proudly exclaim how he's yours, it just makes him so full of pride. His favorites are when you text him when he's at work either locally or somewhere with service. He lives for those spontaneous texts of just, "I miss you :(( hurry and come home." Good God, if he wasn't working to pay off that car he just bought you, he would just quit right then and there to come home to your precious sweet nothings and praises. But he doesn't want you to work, because then he won't be able to hear your angelic voice.
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John Price headcanons (SFW & NSFW)
Author: @konigbabe
Pairing: John Price x f!reader
Warnings: domestic!Price; fluff; nsfw [smut] below the cut
A/N: A small bunch of relationship-related headcanons I came up with ever since my obsession over Capt. Price came to life. This is my own idea of how Price is in a relationship! NSFW under the cut.
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Okay, so you two definitely met either during one of his missions with TF 141 when you were assigned to help or at some pub near his place.
If you two met at the pub, he made the first move almost immediately after spotting you.
"And I thought the scotch was the only good thing about this place."
For the fun of it, you dodged his advances at first but at the end of the day, you agreed on a date.
If you two met on a mission, he didn't act on his attraction towards you until the mission was successfully and completely over. He was your captain and a professional after all.
You said the L word first despite him knowing he loved you since your first kiss.
He doesn't hurry anything. That's why it took him ages to ask you to move in with him.
He's not home too much and always getting called back to work but when he is at home, his days revolve mostly around you.
You love dancing with him even when he's just standing in the middle of your living room while you circle around him dancing to modern pop. He prefers 80s and 90s music - what he grew up on - but still lets you have a blast with to Lady Gaga or Beyonce.
He loves cooking you breakfast, especially because he wakes up before you and won't wait for you to cook for him.
He's a tea drinker while you love your cup of coffee.
You always wear his shirts at home - they are comfortable and warm and if he's not home, they are your reminder of him.
Sometimes, he lets you trim his beard in the morning - you still in his old shirt that you use as pjs, sitting on the bathroom counter with his calloused hands running up and down your thighs and his eyes fixated on your focused gaze as you ever-so-carefully slide the blade on his cheeks.
He's a silent observer - watching you dust, cook, read or do your favorite things, he will always be around, his eyes never leaving your figure as you move around the house.
Price isn't a big fan of PDA but he goes absolutely feral when someone hits on you outside. He wraps his arm around your waist or holds your hand or even gives you a kiss just to prove that you belong together.
Not a big fan of dates outside the house - he would rather cook you a romantic dinner and run a warm bath with rose petals and candles just so you two can spend the evening together, without the prying eyes of other people.
He always buys you candles even tho you never lit them (except for the dates).
He's absolutely a sucker for skinship even inside the house - his hands always on your waist, fingertips grazing your arms, casual kisses on temple/forehead/jawline/neck or literally anywhere he can reach, "thank yous" always followed by a peck on the lips.
The primal urge you give him whenever he sees you doing your evening yoga to relax your muscles before bed...
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...and you know what your yoga routine does to him so you use it as a weapon whenever you want to fuck.
Price is a switch but still remains a power bottom.
He's a pussy-pleaser and a gentleman inside and outside the bedroom - ladies always first (preferably multiple times).
He loves eating you out while you're sitting on a table or the edge of the bed.
He prefers deep penetration positions where he can see your face and touch you - his ultimate favorite is the cowgirl.
He secretly likes it when you take control from time to time, holding his hands above his head while sinking deep on his cock as he watches you take all of him, the feeling of proudness only adding to his pleasure as he snaps his hips upwards, getting a satisfying moan out of you.
He always, always makes sure to clean you out with his tongue afterward as you lay on the bed, completely submitted to his mercy.
Both of you are big on aftercare.
He's a gentle dominant lover most of the time but there are days, usually right after he comes home from work when the only thing he wants to do is spend the rest of the day balls deep inside you - you two don't even need to be fucking, he just wants your cunt to warm his cock, to feel the tight squeeze of you.
During those days, he sometimes goes totally primal in bed - sure, he makes sure you come before he's even inside you but after that? You feel like nothing but his own sex toy as he manhandles you into any position known to humankind and uses your body to chase his own desired high. And you taking it all makes him love you even more.
The first time he wrapped his fingers around your throat and the sound you made, it caused him to lose his rhythm as he watched your pupils grow and moans become louder than he ever heard.
He loves it when you deepthroat him but never forces you to do it.
He was the first person to make your legs shake during sex - you always believed it was only a myth until you met Price.
He might need some time recovering after each round but that man can go for HOURS - he's a captain for a reason after all.
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Sunny II and crew, 351st Bomb Squadron. They were the first crew in the 100th Bomb Group to finish a tour of 25 missions
(L-R, standing) George E. Flanagan - ROG, Elder D. Dickerson - WG (KIA 8 Oct 43 at Bremen), Richard B. Cooke - BTG, John Parmentier - Crew Chief, Victor R. Combs - TTE, Leroy E. Baker - TG, Donald O. Ellis - WG
(L-R, kneeling) Francis C. Chaney - BOM, timothy J. Cavanaugh - NAV, Ollen Turner - 351st Squadron Commander, Glen Dye - P, John H. Luckadoo - CP
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Constantine x Reader x Wick Imagine
🗡️Ahhhhhhhgrgh OK SO you used to date John Constantine, but he pushed you away and broke your heart when you accidentally said the L word. You move to New York, and now you're with John Wick, who is ever so good to you, but you don't ask what he gets up to in the wee hours of the night or why he comes home with bruised knuckles. It's old hat to you, considering who you used to date. Constantine happens to know, however, that Wick is a demon half breed, and its driving him insane thinking about you with him. He found out from one of his less than savory contacts, and its been eating at him ever since.
He confronts you in Central park, where you like to go on your lunch breaks to read. "Nice, y/n. I turn my back for two seconds and you're fucking a demon."
"First of all, fuck off, Constantine. Second, what the fuck are you talking about? Third, what the fuck are you doing in New York?”
“Your little boyfriend’s boss Tarasov is cooking up something wicked. Something that’s going to harvest a LOT of souls for his master.” That would be Lucifer Himself, of course.
You roll your eyes, even if in the very back back room of your head, you wonder if he’s telling the truth. Could John Wick be a demon? The sex was amazing, but that didn't necessarily mean he was the Devil's minion? You had noticed though, out the corner of your eye, that sometimes his pupils seemed to have a fiery glow. And sometimes, when he came home all sweaty and hadn't showered yet, you'd get a weird whiff of sulfur. You'd always shrugged it off, but...
“Sure he is.” Seeing Constantine hurts like a knife between the ribs. You'd loved him so much, and he was such an asshole to you. The fact that he’s come all this way trying to warn you should not inspire this kind of warmth in your heart. “Just stay away from me, Constantine.”
😈Of course, he doesn’t. He never told you, but you're the only woman he's ever truly loved. You’re out with John Wick when Constantine strikes, trying to deport your [apparently?] demon boyfriend. Wick gets the drop on him though, and he’s about to finish the job before he hears you scream. He sees your face and knows it will hurt you irreparably if he kills Constantine. So he lets him go, throwing him across the darkened street into a building. You leave with Wick, and he takes you home. You have so many questions, but he refuses to answer them. He kisses you goodnight before he has to go out again, a sorrow in those soulful puppy dog eyes that breaks your heart. How is it possible that he’s a demon? He’s so good to you.
♥Little do you know, John Wick never really had a choice. He was damned for something he didn't really have control over, and working for the Devil is way better than seething in the Pit. He's good at what he does, but his heart's never really been in it. You're the best thing that's ever happened to him.
😇👹You were never really down with all this angels and demons shit. Constantine kept you insulated from it, and to be honest you're not really even a believer. It’s kind of why these guys are attracted to you, tbh. Being around you is like a little break from their lives. You’re a good person for the most part. You go about your day and do your best not to be a total piece of shit, and usually that works out, but you don’t get caught up in the whole Heaven! and Hell! thing. Though one time when you confessed to Constantine that you don’t believe in God, he’d bitterly said, “That doesn’t mean He doesn’t believe in you, the asshole.” For someone supposedly on God's side, Constantine never seemed to like Him much.
🔥You follow Wick one night, desperate to know if Constantine was right. You get caught, because you are just human, and Tarasov decides you’ll make a perfect little sacrifice for the profane ritual they’re setting up. Constantine, of course, was following you. Before the knife can fall MAYEM ensues. SO MANY Demons get their asses deported, but you almost die anyway. In the end, Wick pulls a Selfless Act saving you, and he gets turned into a halfbreed angel instead.
😡Constantine is so fucking pissed off about this.
🤷♀️You love them both and have no idea how you’re going to choose.
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line cook turned baby daddy jj who definitely cried his heart out when he held his newly born daughter to his bare chest for the first time. just sobs his heart out. he’s an empath guys. he’s got his backwards cap on and is still wearing his apron when he shows up, wide eyed and sweating after getting the call you’d went into labour. and you know he doesn’t leave your side basically at all, completely ignoring his manager blowing up his phone cause there’s way more important things going on (aka the birth of his c h i l d). he basically gets his hand broken and he won’t complain but it hurt like a bitch, but that all goes out the window when this slightly cone-headed screaming wriggly little babe is put on his chest and he’s just an absolute mess. you’d think he had the baby at that point.
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this kills me bc yes :((((
you couldn’t call, in too much pain — but you shot him a text just hoping and praying he’d see it. it read a simple ‘in labour come asap’, and luckily for you — jj did see it, but unluckily for him he saw it not only mid shift, but mid lecture from his manager about being responsible.
“the way you act, represents us as a company jj and—”
his eyes are glancing down at his phone when it dinged with a notification, practically falling out of his head as he reads what it says. he’s suddenly moving without thought, yanking his apron off and throwing it aside, nodding quickly as if he gave a shit about what he was being told.
“uh-huh, yeah for sure and i really understand but i gotta go, i really gotta go—” hes already headed for the exit.
“excuse me?”
“my girls having her baby!” he hollers as he leaves, a faint “woohoo!” heard from the restaurant as he sprints off. of course, john b had received the same text, nearly knocking JJ off his feet when the twinkie swung round the corner with the gang inside, barely slowing down for him to jump in.
he gets there in time of course to hold your hand through the screaming and the refusal and the fear and the crying (mostly your own, but you were squeezing his hand pretty tight.) until before he knows it the room is hit with calm, a babies cry ringing out through the air.
he’s so focused on you he almost forgets the acknowledge the baby at first, making sure you look okay and healthy, cupping your face breathlessly like he was the one screaming as he presses millions of kisses to your cheeks, laughing gleefully. “you did so good baby, so good holy shit. you’re a fuckin’ weapon.”
the baby gets brought for you to hold on your chest and he goes real quiet, the reality of the situation settling in as he stares at the life the two of you created there in your arms. it had been such a long nine months, and today had moved so fast he hadn’t had time to process the fact that the baby was finally going to be here for real.
his ears are still ringing, and he can’t hear what you’re saying as you talk to the baby, holding her on your chest. he’s just staring, looking at all the babies features. a sweet baby girl, still clammy and bloody but beautiful none the less, the spitting image of you already, he can tell, and wouldn’t have it any other way. he’s still stroking your head, fingers twisting the hair at your sweaty scalp almost nervously as he just stares in shock.
exhausted, you look up at him. he recalls you looking as beautiful as the day you met him. “you wanna take her jayj?”
the nurse helps the pass-over and he sits in the chair beside the bed, this clammy warm baby tucked into his chest, so real, moving and whimpering. you’re smiling, tiredly but encouragingly in his direction, your first ever look at JJ as a dad. he looks back at you, lips slightly agape, eyes wide, then back at the baby, then back at you, then back at the baby and he just crumbles, bursting into tears.
“oh jayj.” you whisper hoarsely in awe, tears filling your own eyes at the sight.
“shes so beautiful man, i swear— i swear to you right now, no one is ever gonna hurt you okay? not as long as daddies around.” he rambles to the baby, lifting her to kiss her damp head, careful not to let his salty tears drip on her perfect skin. “my baby girl.” he adds in a whisper, rocking her before letting out an embarrassed laugh, looking back at you. “dude i’m a wreck, i feel like i just gave birth.” he comments, which gets a laugh out of the nurses.
after the baby gets checked by the midwives you’re allowed visitors, JJ handing the baby back to you so he can go and tearfully retrieve the group to bring them in. he walks into the waiting room and of course they all stand up instantly, waiting for him to say something. “y’all wanna meet my daughter or what?”
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John Price SFW headcanons.
I wasn't happy with my nsfw ones tbh. (they're hidden behind the mature flag btw)
So here are some sfw ones that I'm VERY happy with.
I always write with female reader in mind but these can be taken GN.
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
He's pretty affectionate when he's off duty. If you both work together he will give lingering touches to your shoulder in public. Sneaking a kiss in his office at the end of the day.
Forehead kisses and nuzzling the top of your head!
John is a tall bugger so chances are he has easy access to your head and he makes use of it.
Pair those with him pressing you into his chest with a warm tight hug.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
You probably met on the job when you were both younger. You both share the opinion that sometimes you have to do bad things to do the RIGHT thing. You both understand that your jobs make you both the villain in someone elses story and offer each other comfort when the reality of that weighs a little heavy on you.
He's a loyal friend. He'll have your back even if the rest of the world turns it's back on you. Is a Dad/Mom friend. Are you keeping up a proper diet? Have you been excersising enough? Will threaten to strap you to a bed when you're unwell if you push yourself too hard.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He loves to cuddle off duty. The weight of you pressed against him brings him great comfort and relaxation.
He likes to lay with his head on your chest with his arm around your waist while you play with his hair. He damn near purrrrsss like a kitty.
He likes having you sit sideways in his lap with your head tucked into his neck while he strokes your back. It's even better if you fall asleep there, he'll wrap both his arms around you, squeeze you and sigh contentedly.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Hates disorder and filth. Is fine with a house that looks lived in.
But none of that dirty laundry in a big pile, a sink full of dishes or a dirty floor.
Makes the bed religiously every morning.
He used to want to settle down and have a family but he knows people in his line of work rarely get that chance and if they do they're hardly ever home and he doesn't want a life like that.
Would probably get into a relationship with someone in the military too.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
He's a loyal man, so cheaters get dumped as soon as caught.
He wouldn't mince words. A simple "this isn't working anymore"
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
It'd take a long time for him to get to that stage. There can be weeks when all you can do is send a few text messages to each other. Getting to the stage where he wants to marry anyone would take a few years imo.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
He can and will manhandle you if you want him to. He's pretty gentle with his lovers. The juxtaposition of his huge, rough and scarred body and him being gentle with you isn't lost on him nor you.
Will 10000% pick you up and throw you over his shoulder for silly and serious reasons.
You two had an argument and you're being childish and refusing to get in the car, he will pick you up and put you in the fucking car. You're not walking home in the dark.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Loves when you hug him from behind and nuzzle into his back. Secretly enjoys when you reach round and grab his pecs when you're hugging him that way.
If you work together he struggles to keep himself from embracing you whenever he sees you around base. Always finds you at the end of the day to hide away for some hugs and kisses.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
It took a year and a half at least for him to say it to you. He had felt it for a while but wasn't sure how your relationship would work out.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Doesn't really get too jealous. He gets annoyed if someone hits on you. Usually grumbles and glares at the person.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
The king of forehead kisses. It's his drug.
When you guys are making out he uses a lot of tongue, it's usually slow and sensual.
Drunk whiskey flavored kisses are sloppy and hard. It's like he is trying to eat your face lol.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
He's good with kids. He's the kind of man who will have several kids hanging off his arms and lifting them off the ground while they giggle at how strong he is.
Finds the loud squealing of especially young ones to be a bit hard on his head, will get a headache if exposed to it for long periods.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Will push his morning run back a few hours just to lounge in bed with you and snuggle.
Likes to have his morning run with you if you're into that. If you're also in the military he wont let you escape the morning run either.
Breakfasts are quiet usually watching the morning news while eating oatmeal and having a hot cup of whatever it is you both like.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Likes to watch tv on the same couch as you. You don't have to cuddle but if you are on another couch he doesn't like it.
Will likely pull you into his lap before the end of the night.
Likes pillow talk.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
If you're dating him, you've known him for years and were likely friends for a few years before dating, so you know a fair bit about him.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
Lies and betrayal are things that bring him a lot of anger. Would rather you be honest than hide something from him.
Might raise his voice in an argument but never yell.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Remembers a lot, most things. Even silly things. He's got a good brain, works an intense job. He has to remember a lot.
Sometimes he might forget simple things after a grueling mission
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
When he surprises you with little gifts. Flowers he picked from the side of the road while on a run/walk. Tasty things he saw in a bakery he walked past.
your giddy excitement when he tells you to close your eyes and not to peek before he gives the things to you.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
He's protective to a point. I'm kinda writing this from the POV that you're in the military too.
He knows you can and will kick ass and defend yourself. He mostly shows his protective side when you're out and about doing civilian things. Likes to keep you close, his hand in yours or holding you close to his side. He knows it's silly but he feels comfort walking on the side of the footpath closest to the road.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Has special dates marked on a calendar. Chances are you guys wont be together on the special dates because of work but will always find time to at the VERY LEAST send you a text message telling you how much he loves you and why.
Will plan dinner dates to make up for it when he's off duty :)
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Leaving cigar butts and dirty ashtrays around.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Not overly. He likes to keep his beard groomed well. Sometimes complains about how fast it's going grey. Just tell him you love aging with him.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
If you had been together a few years it would take him a long time to stop feeling like theres a hole in his chest.
If you've not been together very long he wont really mind. Might miss the company a little but it wont break him.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He's a mums boy. I read his nickname is JJ and that his dad is also named John. So he's John Michael Price Junior. Might have been someones headcanon but I'm running with it.
Basically he loves his mum a lot. Her love fuels him. When looking for a partner he unconsciously looks for someone who loves like she does.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
People who are cruel to others and those who lie. He values honesty and kindness where it's due.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Lays on his back starfished taking up half the bed. Snores but you have earplugs to make sure it doesn't keep you awake :)
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Water flea giving birth
By: John A. L. Cooke
From: The Complete Encyclopedia of the Animal World
1980
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John Price NSFW Alphabet
A- Aftercare (What does it look like?)
Immaculate. He kisses you up and down, cooks you food, bathes you, gives you a massage and cuddles you until you fall asleep.
B- Body count (How many people have they fucked)
Before you it was about three. He’s really not a one night stand kinda guy.
C- Cum (Where do they do it? How much is there?)
Loves, loves, loves to cum inside you or on your face. The way you look with your face covered in his cum does something to him.
D- Daydreaming (How often do they find themselves having dirty (day)dreams about their partner)
Not that often. He doesn’t have to daydream about you when you are with him, since he’ll just do it. But when he’s not with you he’s normally working. He knows that distractions can be life or death on the battlefield, and won’t let himself get distracted.
E- Emotion (Do they fuck when angry? Excited? Do they get emotional after?)
He likes to fuck when he’s frustrated or stressed out. After the fact he doesn’t get emotional necessarily, just feels very content with you.
F- Famous (Would they ever be a camgirl/boy? How popular would their channel be?)
He would never, but he would definitely watches camgirls when he isn’t in a relationship.
G- Goated (What are they the absolute best at?)
He can degrade you like nobody else can. He knows just the right buttons to push and what ones to avoid.
H- Hair (How much do they shave? Does the carpet match the drapes? Do they mind hair on their partner?)
Ha! He doesn’t shave! And we like him better that way! He doesn’t care if you shave your legs/etc, but really doesn’t want you to shave your vag. Loves to bury his face in your pubes, he just does.
I- Intimacy (How intimate are they during it?)
Sex with him is rough and demanding, it really shouldn’t be intimate at all, but it is. It’s something about how he looks into your eyes as he slams his hips against yours. How he groans that you’re such a good slut for him into your ear. How his fingers bruise your hips. It’s rough and it’s hot, and incredibly intimate.
J- Joking (How serious are they during the deed?)
Literally not at all. He is so serious when he is in it.
K- Kinks (Their five biggest)
Domestic. He just gets so horny seeing you act like his wifey. Something about seeing you cook a dinner for him makes this man feral.
Begging. Please beg for his cock and he will give it to you. Beg and he will give you everything you’ve asked for and more. He’s so generous once you beg for him.
Panties. Everything, just everything about them gets him going. He doesn’t take them off of you during it. Instead opting to pull them over and insert his dick into you. And when he’s eating you out your panties stay on. He does everything in his power to make sure they are soaked, because he will be keeping them.
Dacryphilia. He thinks you look so pretty for him with tears running down your cheeks in pretty little streams.
Y’all already knew this man had a breeding kink. He will be doing everything he can to get you stuffed full with his kids.
L- Location (Where are they down to fuck?)
He’ll fuck you on the bed or on any wall. But his favorite place? Oh that’s a tie between his desk in his office and the kitchen counter.
M- Music (Do they like to listen to songs during the deed? If so what ones?)
He does not want music playing while y’all fuck. He thinks it covers up all the pretty noises you make, and they’re all he wants to hear.
N- No (Something they would never do)
Ignore the safe word. He knows he’s big and rough, he knows it can be overwhelming. He always wants you to feel safe and trust him.
O- Orgy (Will they ever have group sex? If so with who?)
Hahahahaha. This man is not sharing. Nope. Nada. Never.
P- Position (What position do they favorite? Are they the giver/receiver in the position?)
He loves them all, but especially missionary, and cowgirl. He loves those two because he gets to see all of the beautiful expressions you make.
Q- Quirks (Do they have any weird traits in bed?)
He loves doing voice recordings of you moaning for him, so that he can listen to them when he’s not with you and needs to jerk himself off.
R- Rough (What’s their pace?)
Brutal. Your cervix will be bruised. However, he will slow his pace down right before you cum so you teeter on the edge of your orgasm before finally spilling over. He knows just how to work your body perfectly.
S- Stamina (How many rounds can they last?)
3-5 rounds with energy to give you aftercare.
T- Toys (Do they use em? What ones? On their partner or themselves?)
You know for a fact this man uses a remote control vibrator on you when he’s not there. He also has a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs he uses on you for when he needs to punish you.
U- Urgent (Their opinions on quickies)
He will definitely do them. Loves how you struggle to walk afterwards. But generally he prefers to take his time with you.
V- Volume (How loud are they in bed?)
The deep, gravely groans and strings of cuss words that leave his mouth are to die for. He’s on the quieter side, but no matter what you will not be. You’re going to be screaming this mans name.
W- WorldWideWeb (What sex things have they googled? What’s their porn history?)
Before you two got together it was strictly camgirl accs, he doesn’t google sex things now that the two of you are together.
X- Xtra (A fun lil random fact)
John Price was seventeen when he had his first kiss, and twenty-three when he lost his virginity.
Y- Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
When he’s not deployed you best believe the first 72 hours he is home is dick will be in you the entire time. He wants to fuck 25/8 he is so horny.
Z- Zzz (How fast do they fall asleep after sex?)
Honestly, he typically has more energy after you two have had sex than he did before. He used that energy to give you aftercare, and look after you afterwards.
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John dutton x reader
Readers a waitress john meets her while having coffee with the sheriff donnie haskell they hit it off immediately reader gets nervous about John meeting her child ( whatever you prefer ) only to find out John's nervous about her meeting his family and they laugh about it
We Got Nerves For Nothing
Two Years ago
Sitting in one of the booths in the dining I had my five year old daughter Leanne beside me. The door opened having me see Sheriff Haskell enter with an older looking cowboy following him inside. Haskell walks over to me with the stranger gesturing to him with a smile. “Hey Y/n, I’d like to introduce you to my friend John.”
“It’s nice to meet you, sir.” I clasped my hands together leaning back in the booth sending him a smile back.
Haskell nodded looking at Leanne suggesting to leave us alone to talk. “Hey Lea, why don’t you and I go see if they have any good pie up there today huh?”
"May I sit, ma'am?" The older cowboy removed his hat asking me to which I gave him a head nod. He sat across from me tilting his head. "I didn't mean to catch you off guard but I have noticed that you work here quite a lot. And I thought it would be nice if I helped you out."
He pulled out some money from his pocket, sliding it across the table to me. "Oh..uh John I can't take it."
"I insist. Besides, you have that little girl to take care of all by yourself. My parents raised me to help someone in need if I could." He pushed the money towards me some more with a kind smile.
Taking it from his hand, I agreed, thinking of a way to pay him back later. "How about I cook you dinner at our house as a thank you."
"We can do it later at my ranch since my cook is taking the weekend off. So make whatever you want, Ms. L/n." John noticed that the sheriff and my daughter were coming back from getting some desert. He placed his hat back on his head, waving bye to Leanne. "I look forward to seeing you again ma'am and you too sweetie."
Getting up from the booth I twiddle my thumbs calling his name. "Mr. Dutton...you can call Y/n."
"And you can call me John." He paused at the doorway before leaving the dinner.
Shrugging my jacket on and over my shoulders, Leanne came running down the stairs, almost bouncing off the wall with excitement. "Mommy, is Mr. Dutton visiting today?" She had her hair up in a braid instead of being lose like it normally was throughout the day.
"Yes, honey. He said he had something to ask me before we go out for dinner tonight." Sliding my boots on the doorbell rang where I quickly turned my head seeing someone standing at the front door through the small glass piece at the very top. Quickly walking up I turned the handle opening the door to reveal the current land owner of the largest ranch in Montana. "Hey John, come on in. Leanne has been asking about you all day."
He removed his orange coat hanging on the hook by the door after he gently closed it with his foot. "Well, I'm excited to see you too Lea. Hey why don't you go wait at the dinner table while I talk with your mom."
"What are we gonna talk about, John? I asked him once she made it out of the living room.
The older cowboy held his hat in his hands shifting from foot to foot clearly nervous. “Y/n, I know that we haven’t been together that long as I was with my late wife. But I was hoping you would maybe…uh want to meet my family at some point.”
“Oh John..” I gasped putting a hand over my heart not thinking he would be asking me that.
He cleared his throat rubbing the back of his neck avoiding my gaze when he began to get flustered. “I understand if you don’t want to yet. I mean two years isn’t that long and this was a stupid idea. I’m…gonna start the car and wait for you and Leanne..”
He started to turn on his heels until I snagged his wrist halting his tracks. “John, John, Woah hold up. It’s not that I don’t want to meet your family. I just it took me by surprise is all yet I couldn’t be more thrilled to the idea.”
“That’s a relief, darling.” John slumped his shoulders dropping his hat on the wooden floor down beside our boots. He moved one hand upward and rested it against my cheek kissing my forehead.
I smiled tilting my head up and pressing my lips onto his mumbling into the kiss. “Can I tell you something, John. I was just enough about meeting you as much as you are about me meeting your family.”
“I guess we had nerves for nothing.” He chuckled breaking the kiss briefly before drawing me in for another. Resting my hands on his chest I deepened the kiss until we heard footsteps rushing towards us.
Leanne called to us. “Mommy, Mr. Dutton, the food is getting cold and I can’t have cake until we eat.” She put her hands on her hips with us both laughing heading into the kitchen finishing off the evening no where near as nervous as we were before now.
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sfw alphabet ; jj maybank
word count: 1.3k
warnings: mention of potential future childbearing, can be read as platonic (mostly) or romantic (reader’s choice)
note: ik it’s not a full fic but i wanted to get a couple of things out before/around christmas so merry christmas! (if you celebrate it), i’m planning on doing this for a few more characters as well as a nsfw alphabet (which i’m betting you heathens will enjoy more than this one lol)
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) As soon as he’s comfortable with you, he’s basically attached to your side as often as is humanly possible; the pogues have to literally pull him away from you and restrain him so you can leave to go to work. JJ’s open to all love languages but his favourite is physical touch, he loves holding your hand
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) JJ is a little shit so a friendship with him could start one of two ways: either (1) you grew up together/you’re one of his friends siblings and he got a two-for-one deal when you met or (2) you work together/partnered up for a project in class and he basically said ‘this one’s mine’ and asserted himself as your best friend
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Is the sky blue? JJ loves to cuddle, he didn’t get a lot of love after his mom left (Luke definitely left something to be desired in regards to affection) and the pogues aren’t the most cuddly people in the world so as soon as he realised that you liked cuddles, he’s like your pet koala - wrapped around you as often and as close as physically possible
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) As seen by the fact that he tried to eat moldy bread, cooking isn’t his strong suit but cleaning? he’s not a big fan but he turns into Mrs Hinch’ when need be
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) JJ’s definitely a ghoster (sorry), he hates confrontation so he’ll either ghost them or break up with them over text so he doesn’t have to see their reaction/experience their anger
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) He’s not really a marriage guy, he doesn’t see the point, he doesn’t need a certificate to promise to be committed
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) JJ can be a bit brash and intense but he can be gentle and caring when the situation calls for it
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) (I refer you back to ‘C’) He loves hugs, they become his way of greeting you - he’s the type to fully lift you off the ground and spin you around if it’s been a particularly good day
I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?) Getting JJ to say those three special words would take extreme patience (the guy’s got trust issues), it would take a year+ for him to say it (in a romantic sense)
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) He doesn’t get jealous often but when he does, it’s usually over close friends rather than strangers or kooks - he knows he doesn’t have anything to fear with tourons or Rafe Cameron but Kiara? John B? Sarah? Pope?
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) He loves forehead kisses (giving and receiving), he thinks they’re so pure and while he enjoys the not so pure stuff, he loves them just as much
L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Babies are fine, JJ can handle them but as soon as they start speaking and forming actual opinions, he’s sure he can handle that (although he assures you that if you and he ever have kids one day, he’ll be a hell of a lot better than Luke)
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) JJ is a late riser (with the amount he drinks and smokes?) and it usually takes someone coming in and shaking him awake to rouse him, especially if he went to a kegger the night before
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) JJ is stubborn, he’ll refuse to admit that he’s tired until you quite literally drag him to bed, and after a certain time, he gets pouty and clingy and won’t let you go
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) He definitely takes a while to open up, it’s not easy for him to trust someone but once he does, you know every single thought he has, there’s nothing he’ll keep from you
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) It depends on the situation - if you break something of his or forget something, he genuinely doesn’t care but if you ignore him or purposely do something to hurt/annoy him, he’ll go from 0 to 100 instantly
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) It varies - he’ll remember you saying you wanted/liked something in passing but he was no idea about your allergies or fears
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) JJ will never forget the day you yelled at Rafe for him - Rafe had been badgering you about dumping JJ and how he wasn’t right for your ‘image’ and JJ had walked in on you screaming at Rafe about how much you loved JJ and it warmed his heart
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Insanely protective - he’s protective over his friends but with you, it’s an entirely different ballpark; when you’re out in public, he always has an arm around your shoulder/waist and his hand in yours; at keggers, he’s always ready to jump in if you give me a sign that you’re uncomfortable
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) All or nothing - for significant dates, he’ll do the whole nine yards, nothing is too much but day-to-day, he’ll settle for a day out on the boat with you or a surfing date
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) Whenever you argue, he’ll bail - he won’t show back up for a few days, obviously making you worry like crazy, but he doesn’t want to accidentally lash out at you
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Not at all, he knows he looks good so why would he worry?
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) No - initially, he felt like you were his everything but overtime he’s learned that while you make him a better version of himself and he’d be devastated if you left, he’d be able to survive without you
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) JJ has ADHD, it was Pope that suggested it and when he did, JJ was angry, he’d always been taught that having any ‘special needs’ made him weak but eventually you all sat him down and made him see that it wasn’t a bad thing
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Lying, he can’t stand people lying to him, especially people he loves/respects
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) Snoring, he used to keep everyone up with his snoring until Kiara bought everyone noise-cancelling headphones and bought JJ some nose plugs
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Their Song (Killshot, Part 4.)
Description: The occupation as a member of SAS came along with many restrictions and rules one had to follow to a dot. It could get even more intense for a soldier carrying a lot of trauma and not enough self-love, if any at all. Thank God, this lonely soldier meets a lonely florist one day, and as they say - animals have the best judge of character.
Part Summary: While Ghost was trying to process the new information during his military duties, Cassie had a different idea on her mind - inviting you both to join the party during the upcoming karaoke session.
A/N: Okay listen, I know we're here for our boy Ghost and his story, but come on - we can not ignore how fine of a specimen Captain John fucking Price is. Like girl, don't even pretend you wouldn't be smitten by this charmer. He's the catch, the moment, the stunner.
I wanted to write a chapter that focuses on the relationship between other characters too, so expect some bonding between Johnny, Cass, Nelly, Gaz and Price. Cuz we love good friendships and happy families.
The chapter's ending is heavily influenced by Saturn and Turning Page by Sleeping at Last.
Warnings: Strong mentions of anxiety, reader getting hammered, usage of alcohol, and smoking (both mentioned and active), Simon Riley secretly having the voice of an angel. A lot of '...' is used in emotionally heavy moments.
Mentions of various pop songs - it's not important, you can imagine singing any song you'd like - the only song I'm adamant about is Meet Me At Our Spot (by the Anxiety) being their song because the entirety of the story is built on it.
Word count: 9.5K (i have no apology)
Tagging: @poohkie90
Master list: H E R E | Ghost's tapes: P L A Y L I S T
Cassie did as she promised - after Simon texted her the address, she was at your flat within the next 15 minutes. The traffic was usually clogged at this hour, but she did her best. Simon couldn't appreciate it enough.
"... And I've cooked some vegetable broth for when she wakes up. Think it's a bit strong, but whatever. It'll get her back on her feet.." - Simon explained to Cassie as he walked through the flat, explaining what went down that evening. The woman listened intently, nodded, and hummed when needed. - "Promised her I'd wake her up when it's done, but she looked miserable the last time I checked on her."
"That's very nice of you." - Cassie smiled, putting her coat away as she was making herself more comfortable - she packed fresh homey clothes and the most basic hygiene she could need in case your flu got even worse than that. Living alone wasn't easy and sometimes, you needed someone to rely on - Cassie, still considering you one of her closest friends, was glad she could be that someone for you. - "She's lucky someone's looking out for her like you do.
"The least I could do, really." - The man grunted, putting his jacket on. No matter how much he liked being around Cass, he wasn't in the mood for pleasantries. He was barely containing the urge to beat Billy to a pulp and he didn't want to direct these intense emotions towards Cass or, in the worst case, you. - "Bonnie's also taken care of, took her for a walk, and checked she had enough to drink and to eat. Would be wise to walk her in the morning, though."
"Aye aye, captain. Stop worrying - you keep on forgetting that I live with Johnny, I know how to make shit work." - The blonde nodded, smirking at all the concern she could see in Simon's eyes. - "I'm sure both of them will be alive and well tomorrow morning if you'd like to check on them. Or, you could cancel your plans and hang around? I'm sure Y/N would be delighted to see you when she wakes up."
"Can't. It's urgent." - Simon dismissed, looking around for the last time. The peaceful image of being able to put his shoes in the same shoe rack was smushed by all the anxiety and hatred he was feeling. It felt as if this image flashed in his head years ago, not a few hours ago.
Cassie was waiting for Simon to make sure everything was okay - it was hard to say what was going on inside his mind, but there had to be something.
Yes, she and Johnny caught the wind that your chemistry seemed to be flowing well - especially after you disclosed to her that Ghost visits you nearly every shift, spending your lunch breaks together. She wouldn't have suspected the two of you were at this stage, though. Cassie was... Genuinely happy when she heard Simon was at your place, taking care of you when you got sick.
The two of you were one of the best people she had gotten to know - and from what little Johnny told her about L.t., neither of you had the best of luck with the people who hung around you.
Cassie wasn't sure who it was when it came to Simon, but in your case, Billy was the prime example. She hated his guts ever since you introduced them on one of your shifts. The guy gave her the chills even though she mostly liked everyone - that was a major red flag.
Therefore, the knowledge of the two of you... Spending time together, getting to know each other... That was something that made Cassie smile.
"Hey, Si?" - She asked when Simon finally walked to the front door, ready to leave the apartment.
"What is it?"
"Hope you didn't forget about next Saturday?"
"How could I? You and Johnny keep bugging me off about it. Price also chimed in today." - Ghost reiterated with irony, sending one of his famous wink in Cassie's direction. - "Can't wait."
"Take care, big guy."
For the next few hours, Cassie and Bonnie dozed off while watching the Bake Off - the two were splayed on the couch, nuzzling together.
Bon usually slept in your bed (you even bought the doggie stairs for her since she was too small to hop onto it), but since your door was shut tight and there was a new strange human friend to hang around, she gladly spent the night with Cass.
It could be around four in the morning when you woke up, setting on a journey to take a piss, have some veggie broth, take some painkillers, and then, go to sleep again. As you noticed Cassie messaging her eyes (the creaking of your floorboards woke her up), you thought you'd simply made her up. The last you remembered, Ghost didn't have long blonde hair and a petite figure.
She frightened you when you walked back into the living room - the girl was standing in the small kitchenette area, heating up the broth while making you both a cup of tea.
"Mornin', sleeping beauty." - She hummed as she stretched her back, yawning as she did so.
"Hi." - You muttered back, coughing right after. - "What are you doing here? When... Did you come?"
"Around 8? Ghost had something going on and couldn't stay, unfortunately, so he called for backup. I'm the backup."
"Figures. So sorry to bother you, but I'm good, Cass. Bet you'd rather be doing anything else than hanging around with me right now."
"Shush, Y/N. I'm glad to be here." - The woman answered, sending you one of her heartfelt, genuine smiles. Damn, she was still the same sunshine you remembered. - "On a different topic, I hope you're hungry. The broth smells so damn good."
"He promised to wake me up when it's done. Bet the plans came out of nowhere." - You assumed, putting on a sweater to try to fight off the chills. You were so cold that your teeth kept on clattering.
"Does sound like Ghost to me." - The girl answered, snickering. - "He checked on the flat at least four million times before he left, though, so you can be sure we're safe and sound here."
"Were you cleaning up?" - You wondered, noticing the folded clothes - furrowing at the sight of your coat also being neatly folded.
Whoever was cleaning up your kitchen was a damn genius. All of the appliances suddenly seemed pristine, even those that you struggled to clean for years. Everything was organized in a way that simply made sense. It was hard to explain, but the newly given order made your kitchen three times nicer. Also, all the mess laying around the flat, that you've been planning on cleaning the entire week, was neatly put on the coffee table for you to organize - along with that fucking photo... And that fucking letter.
"No, me and Bon dozed off after McAvoy went on a tangent about his dough being a bit too wet." - Cassie admitted honestly, putting a mug filled with hot tea in front of you. You didn't flinch away from the sight of the photo and the letter lying on the coffee table, your expression devoid of emotion.
Ghost, you realized, your expression slowly drowning in worry and horror. Did Ghost see it? Did Ghost read it? Of course he did, you didn't bother with picking up the photo even though you knew it was lying under the fridge. Why would you? But what about about you now? You were in so much trouble, if Billy gets to know, he'll come and... You had to almost slap yourself. Billy wasn't there to do shit anymore. You were safe.
As you sat there, frozen in place, you realized you weren't even mad at Ghost - it felt so freeing for someone to know. To know what you're going through, to see it all on paper. You should've been raging, you should ask Cassie to call Ghost's sorry ass so you could talk with him about who gave him the right to fucking snoop - and instead, you were so fucking grateful. A huge portion of the weight was lifted off your shoulders, realizing there was someone you could confide in regarding what Billy said... You could tell Ghost about everything Billy had done to you.
Sure, most people didn't like Billy, but none of the said people knew how bad the situation truly was. Others could see only how he treated you in public - how he talked about you as if you were a pet, something he had to take care of, something so annoying he hated it with every fiber of his being. What they didn't know? About everything that had happened in your old apartment, about what went down behind the closed doors. None of them knew about the numerous emergency visits, about all the 'stairs you've fallen off', about the holes in the walls, about the broken furniture and dishes. The people around you, except your mum, didn't know. The fact you didn't file a report against his ass was astonishing - you had plenty of chances to do so. The doctor who treated you anytime you came in asked multiple times if you'd like to share something with him - you could see it in his eyes - he knew.
But you never did. You were too scared. So scared you fled one day.
You should've burnt both, the photo and the letter, just like you promised your mum.
Instead, the evidence lay right there, on your coffee table, and someone whom you trusted dearly was aware of your struggle.
"You alright?" - Cassie wondered, watching your distressed expression.
"Hm?"
"I'm asking if you're alright, been silent for the past couple of minutes. You're looking like you've seen a ghost."
"I'm pretty sure he's asleep by now, but okay." - You answered, your sass making Cassie snicker.
After you've both eaten a bowl of that delicious fucking broth (it was the best you've had in your life), chatting about everything new in your respective lives, Cassie fished out a package of butter biscuits from literally nowhere. Later, she admitted she found them in the pantry - this made you smile. While biscuits weren't your go-to snack, you could appreciate them - Ghost thought of everything. He bought utensils, medicine, actual food and even snacks. If God finally decided to answer your prayers for a guardian angel, Ghost was it.
"'s the tea okay?" - Cass wondered, sitting opposite you with a croaked smile. Bonnie was lying by her feet, hoping Cassie would drop at least a crumble of cookies by 'accident'.
"Best I've had in years. Poured your heart into making that cuppa, didn't you?"
"You bet, love. Anywho, Johnny and I were wondering... What you're up to next Saturday?"
"Nothing I can think of. I'll probably have a spa day with my mum. Hadn't taken her out in a month."
"Would you like to come to a karaoke with us? It's in the evening, so you'd have plenty of time for your mum and yourself." - Cass asked excitedly, her eyes glimmering with hope. - "Everyone's wondering if you'd show up!"
"Uh-uh, they surely are." - You reiterated uncomfortably. It was hard to believe any of the people surrounding Cassie would genuinely want you around - you could say Cass was enthralled by the prospect of having you join their little crew, but the rest?
"Not this again, girl. For starters, Johnny is talking my ear off regarding you, constantly asking if I've invited you yet? What did the bonnie say? You hadn't asked her? Shite, hon, pick up the phone and do it right now!" - The way she horridly imitated Johnny's accent made you genuinely laugh. - "Nelly asked countless times if you'd join our brunches and hangouts, she hadn't talked to you in years. Kylie will be there. Gaz promised he'd stop by for a drink, and Price... Girl, you'll love Capt'n Prize. He's easygoing, fun and very easy on the eyes."
"Cass! Behave, you have a man at home." - You exclaimed, staring at her in disbelief.
"What?! He's one handsome bloke, a high-ranking geezer in the military, too - I won't be denying he's handsome. If you think I'm wicked, you should hear what Johnny says about the guy! You have no idea how many times I've had to listen to Johnny's rambling about John's pecs." - With this, you both giggled until comfortable silence fell over the room.
"So... Are you coming?"
"I... I don't think it's appropriate. You guys seem like a good party of friends, I'd be your plus one - the new weirdo on the block. Yannow what I mean?"
"Except you wouldn't be, dummy. C'mon, everybody wants you to come. Ghost even said it's his only condition - you wouldn't wanna let the guy rot at home now, would you?"
"He said that? You're committing emotional extortion right now, Cassandra." - You tried to circle around, but Cass' knowing smile revealed she was seeing right through your bullshit - she knew well to keep Ghost's wish under wraps until the last moment. It was nice watching you get excited, giddy up and grin a bit. She didn't answer your question, just smiled - "Well... If that's the case, I might drop for a glass or two."
"I'm so happy to hear that. Wear whatever bloody hell you want, we don't care, just feel comfy and come in a good mood. The drinks are on us, we'll only need help with the rental. Also - we need to sing a song together."
"No way Cass. You remember how bad I am at singing, right?"
"Bull-fucking-shit. It's gonna be so epic. God, I can't wait."
Well, no matter how much you tried to resist and how you planned on shutting Cass' request down, by 9 p.m. on the following Saturday, the two were yelling some pop-song lyrics into the microphone with a drink in your hand.
Holy fuck it felt wonderful to let all the worries and burdens go, even for one evening.
The week leading up to the karaoke session was a doozie for both you and Simon. He contemplated asking Cassie for your number, to call you, text, check on you - he'd been scheduled to look after rookie training in a boot camp a few miles away from London, unable to make it back even for a small chat. He vanished into thin air at the worst time - he acknowledged but couldn't do anything to let you know.
The man wished to let you know he wasn't mad and that he certainly wasn't going anywhere - but opening such a sensitive topic with the victim of domestic abuse was very tricky. Of which he was aware, as he also fell into this bracket. At times, Ghost wished he'd be better at conveying emotions and more approachable to open such topics. Although everything that happened during his life, he'd considered himself a good listener - he highly doubted you'd simply spill the beans about the darkest time of your life when you meet up next time, let alone acknowledge he snooped in your private matters without your permission. Were you mad at him? How much will you tell Ghost off when he makes it back home? Will it lead to a well-deserved argument? It should, right?
The thoughts about you and William consumed Simon's brain during each second of the service, turning him into an anxious ball by the end of the week.
Not that you'd be faring better than Simon. If it was possible, you were doing even worse than he was - what was wrong? Where was he? Was he okay? Did the letter make him change his mind? Did Ghost draw false conclusions from it?
Each day at work, you hoped to see the man approaching in the distance, carrying two cups - this would be the first sign that everything was okay. You wished he'd drop by for a chat, even if you'd awkwardly sit around in silence. Being unable to see him was killing you - only on Thursday you learned about his minor deployment. It didn't ease the stress much, but at least you knew you weren't the cause of his disappearance.
Cassie and Johnny, thankfully, pulled through. The night Cass stayed over, watching you, rekindled the long-lost friendship and fueled it with a new flame. This one was gentler, not all-consuming - it wasn't the spontaneous friendship of two kids but rather a meaningful adult connection you felt you were missing. Your mum was over the moon hearing that Cass invited you for a karaoke - as you told her about Johnny bringing you breakfast the following morning put a gentle, knowing smile on her face.
The two started texting you whenever they felt like it, ranging from 'How you doing' to 'Look what a weird strange thing I found in the store today'. Johnny even came on Friday to have lunch with you - he'd been just dismissed from the base (he had to sign some new payment estimates and take a picture for his personnel folder), sending warmest regards from Ghost. This boosted your mood immensely, turning you into a brand new person.
This led you to Saturday night.
Everyone invited to the karaoke was pretty neat, you had to admit. Nelly, just as Cass solemnly swore, was over the moon when she saw you approaching the table, squealed, and immediately pulled you into one of her bear hugs. Kylie, even though you didn't remember her, was easy to be around - she had a nice aura surrounding her as she sipped on her margarita.
Gaz, Kyle to you, was another member of Johnny's squad, you've learned on your way to get a drink. The gentleman got on his feet when you announced you'd like something to drink, offering to accompany you. There was something about his careful tone, gentle smirk and slightly narrowed eyes. While you perceived Johnny as an unstoppable force fuelled by sweets and coffee, Gaz seemed calmer, like cold gauze treating a burn or the soothing smell of air after rain. You loved his aura - every bit of energy Kyle offered, you took with a grateful smile.
John Price, Capt'n Prize as Cass dubbed him, was every bit like Cass painted him out to be - even more than that.
It was hard to believe he was real at first - men like him usually ended up on the cover of Sears. Your eyes were there for Ghost and Ghost only, but damn, John was ridiculously easy on the eyes, charming, and attractive - a fucking stunner at his finest. When you got over his ridiculous attractiveness, there was everything else about John Price. There was something about his sharp wit, rascalous grin and devious jitters in his eyes, something about the way he insisted on joining him on his smoke breaks. The guy was a good listener, sneering and gruffing upon hearing your jokes and stories, his eyes not leaving you for a second.
If you weren't smitten with your masked soldier, you'd beg Price to give you his number by the end of the night.
Ghost was running late ('Don't you worry 'bout the boy, lass, he's alright', Price informed), and after Gaz brought you your third drink, singing sounded like a good fucking idea.
Not too much later, you and Cassie were jumping on the impromptu stage, dancing to some sort of British electro-pop, grinning from ear to ear - Ghost was standing in the shuffle door of your reserved lounge, watching you two enjoying the moment.
He'd imagined how to explain his late arrival and the fact he was gone for a week, but the moment you sent him a smile and waved at him, already a bit tipsy, all the excuses dissipated into thin air.
You looked so beautiful when you were having fun - all the worries and everyday problems disappeared with a wave of a wand (more probably a microphone, that was), and alcohol gave you the long-lost courage and love for life. Ghost had seen you happy before, yes, but he hadn't seen you entirely carefree yet.
"Thank you, Lucky Voice, thank you! We'll be here all week!" - Cass cried out drunkenly, bobbing a curtsy to the entire table of drunkards watching you.
"The hell we won't, the rental price is insane here, lass!" - Johnny protested, making Cass laugh. Kylie and Gaz got up, preparing to sing Abba's 'Super Trouper' right after your tremendous performance. Even though Ghost would love nothing but listening to them, he couldn't miss how you approached him, your legs unsteady and uncertain.
"Hey there, stranger."
"Hey, love." - The man whispered, growing soft upon looking at your flustered face. You were a bit sweaty from all the jumping, but you still looked so fucking good. So fucking good that Ghost had to do his best not to kiss you right off the bat in fact - it was a tough week and you were finally there, in front of him, close enough he could feel your warmth on his skin, close enough to be hugged, kissed and cherished... Your presence felt like a fever dream.
He'd been sacked at the boot camp, looking over rookies, and following orders while having you and William on his mind all the fucking time. One moment, he swore he'd kill the guy the next chance he got; when he blinked, memories of you suddenly appeared, plastering yourself all over his brain, smiling sweetly at him. He's been missing your presence, the unmistakable charm you were bringing to the world... It was a week since he'd been under your spell and there was no other place in the entire world he'd rather be than at the karaoke bar, right by your side.
"You're looking... Rough."
"Am I now?"
"Long week?"
"Fuckin' tell me about it."
"The boys mentioned. Wanna grab a drink and go for a smoke break? I'm fresh out of mine so I'd appreciate both - some booze and fresh air."
"Would be my pleasure."
Asking him about all the details he'd been willing to share, the two of you grabbed a drink and ventured in front of the karaoke bar for a bit, lazily shuffling back into the rented lounge. Even though you tried your damnest to prolong the moment you were having with Ghost, Johnny ruined the intimacy the moment he saw you approaching - the guy jolted over to you, grabbing you by your elbow with great care.
"We're gonna sign, bonnie lass, me 'n you. Price found the perfect song for us."
"Did he now? That sounds menacing."
"It'll be in good fun, c'mon. Be a good sport for me, eh?"
"I would never turn you down, Johnny. I'm just worried about which tune Price picked out, 's all."
"Give me your drink. I'll fetch it to the table." - Ghost offered silently, melting at the sight of you and Johnny giggling like two little kids. With a sorrowful smile, your glass ended up in Ghost's palm - you wished the moment would've lasted longer, that you'd have longer for listening to him rambling about everything and nothing. You missed him.
"'m sorry." - You added, stopping in your tracks. Johnny halted alongside you, watching the two of you ogling back and forth, Simon's eyes boring into you with unmatched intensity. If you'd let him, his eyes would probably devour you whole. Johnny let out a quiet whistle, waiting for you to be done with your small moment.
Cassie proclaimed how she's positive Simon is into you and that you might be interested in him... But seeing it unravel in front of his eyes was adorable.
Your eyes never left Simon's face, your palm gently holding onto his forearm. You were standing inappropriately close - Simon could feel your breast bumping into his arm each time you took a breath.
If you were anyone else (Nelly, for example), Ghost would've already shown you out of his personal space - but the guy did nothing, even took an almost unnoticeable step closer. The bloody bastard that reached an impressive 6'4 in height seemed to grow smaller and gentler in your presence, his eyes filled to the brim with warmth and adoration - why two you weren't dating yet was beyond Soap, truly.
"Nothin' to be sorry about, love. You go and enjoy yourself now, yeah?"
"I'll catch you later."
Moments later, you found yourself in a fit of laughter over Johnny's interpretation of 'California Gurls'.
You loved everything about it - the false confidence he radiated despite not having any semblance of musical hearing, his inability to match his tone to the note progression and his horrible timing.
The chorus, however, was something to behold - neither of you tried to sing, knowing the chorus by heart (thanks to this song being in the radio on a fucking loop), you simply yelled it into each other's faces, bouncing around and hyping each other up.
Price didn't even cover the phone - he immortalized each second of your moving performance, sending it to Cassie the moment he ended recording. Cassie and Nelly were crying, losing it the moment you did your best to imitate Snoop Dog - Gaz appeared to be severely traumatized, cracking a grin when the hellish screeching finally stopped.
"Bloody hell, this was one of the best decisions of my life." - Price muttered, drying his cheeks. He meant it, none of them laughed this hard in the last few weeks. Cass was dragging him to sing their rendition of Take Me Out. - "I'm playin' this on your bloody wedding, sarge. Stellar."
These two picked out Franz Ferdinand as their band of choice, dramatically portraying each lyric - alcohol and good company always made John pipe down, relax and sometimes, on extremely rare occasions, do rather silly and inappropriate things you wouldn't see a military skipped doing... Just as jumping around to the riff of 'Take Me Out'.
"That's my fiancé! I taught my bonnie lass to listen to good fucken' music!" - Johnny explained, listening to the opening chords. You knew it, of course, it was well-known, but Johnny's sudden burst of pride made you stare at him with mouth agape. Thankfully, Kyle and Ghost to the rescue.
"Johnny can get a wee bit patriotic." - Kyle explained as the Scotsman jumped around in the rhythm, making you a bit terrified.
"Uh-uh." - Ghost nodded, confirming. - "Hates us 'fucking lunatics', meaning Brits, according to his own words. Everyone except you and Cass according to his latest statement. Love that about the chap, though."
"What does patriotism have to do with... Fucking anything?" - At that moment, Johnny started screaming the words with the same "grace" he sang California Gurls with. It looked both scary and funny at the same time.
"The band is Scottish, you see?" - Kyle explained.
"Heard him swearin' he'd plunk any uncultured swine who'd tarnish their rep." - Ghost added, taking a good swing of his whiskey.
"Hillarious..." - Kyle added, clinking his glass with yours, kicking all the remnants in.
"Scary." - You hummed, moving out of the way for Kyle to comfortably leave the table.
"On the topic of Johnny... Looked good out there. Didn't know you're such a talented singer." - Ghost murmured as you watched the trio, enchanted with how silly they acted.
"You're fucking with me now, aren't you?"
"I'm serious - wasn't as bad as I expected. Enjoyed every second of your brilliant performance."
"If you enjoyed that, your musical hearing is fucked, buddy, sorry to inform you. Anywho, what will you sing?"
"Oh, I'm just here for fun and banter. I don't do singing."
"Don't be a party popper. C'mon."
"And have you poking fun at me for the rest of my life? No, thank you." - Thankfully, he was saved by Nelly - she was asking for help with moving and assembling some furniture at her new place. Both Gaz and Ghost agreed to take a look at it whenever she needed them to.
His streak of not 'taking part in singing at karaoke' was challenged not even two hours later. The party had moved from drinks to shots - you were more courageous, not taking no for an answer. You, Cass and Nelly even had the first round of ugly crying of the night under your belts, crying about how you should've rekindled the friendship way sooner - at this, all the gentlemen decided to go for a smoke break, leaving Kyle behind as your nanny. As soon as Price got back, you were on his ass - sighing about him being one of the most handsome blokes you've ever met. Price could only choke out an amused: - "Why, thank you, miss." - before laughing his ass off at your drunk expression.
You were standing in front of Simon now, your palm extended to him, chin risen ever so slightly. The expression you had was dangerous - determined and cocky.
"You need anythin'?" - Ghost prompted, grinning at the sight. He'd downed two glasses of whiskey by that point, the bourbon delicately burning in his chest.
"Yah. You, me, the stage, now." - It wasn't a question nor a wish, it was an order. Simon's eyes narrowed as he smiled, darkening ever so slightly. He liked it when you were bossy. Cass, unbeknownst to your knowledge, bumped Johnny's shoulder, the duo now shamelessly staring at you. The rest of the table was engaged in a conversation as Price and Kyle told the ladies some of the less confidential stories.
"I don't do singing, already told you when you asked."
"Too bad I'm not asking. Move your ass, I spent ten fuckin' minutes looking for our song."
"Our song?" - Simon whispered, all the air suddenly kicked out of his lungs. Of course, he knew what song you had in mind - the one playing when he worked on the chicken broth. Ashamedly, Simon had to admit he memorized each word, each chord because he had it playing on a loop in his headphones before going to sleep.
"C'mon, mate. Make an exception, just for once - won't kill ya to sing. Poor lass barely hit the right keys." - Soap chimed in, his strong Scottish accent overwhelming the conversation - everyone's eyes were on you now, waiting for Simon to finally take your fucking hand.
"Shit was kinda blurry, 's right." - You admitted, still waiting for Simon to take your hand. It wasn't a shame to admit you barely recognized a from m at this point, the alcohol kicked in big time.
His palm caught yours, slipping around it like a glove... As if your hands were moulded to be held by this, fitting like two pieces of a fucking puzzle. Getting you onto the improvised stage was a task in itself - you've stuttered on your way up and if it wasn't for Simon's hands catching your shoulders, you'd fall square on your face.
"Who's singing Willow's part?" - Simon wondered as you offered him his microphone - your eyes darted next to his head as if you were trying to determine which of the Ghosts in front of you was the real one.
"You, duh. Bet you're rocking luscious, beautiful curls under that mask 'f yours."
"Fuckin' close 'nough, I guess." - The guy laughed, shaking his head at you - your drunk form was absolutely fucking adorable. If he'd have to describe it, you looked like a mischievous little devil.
"Hit it, Jack!" - You exclaimed, pointing in Johnny's direction - Cassie was kneeling in front of the table with her phone at the ready, determined to catch every second of what was coming. Fuck, Simon realized, he'll have this on his plate for the foreseeable future.
"Ma'am, yes ma'am!" - Soap answered with matching intensity, saluting as he his 'play'. The known base filled the silent lounge, having everyone staring at you with their breaths batted - you were swaying in the rhythm, your moves far from graceful but you were clearly enjoying yourself, lost in the moment.
You didn't know what you were expecting - Simon was a well-built man with 6'3 height under his belt, his voice naturally guttural and gruffly, clouded with a thick British accent. While you braced yourself to hear the most horrible hellish screeching imaginable, Simon's singing almost gave you a heart attack and swept Johnny off his drunk feet.
Ghost sounded like an angel. All of you stared at the man in disbelief as he poured his fucking soul into the lyrics, hitting each fucking note perfectly. His interpretation of your favourite song was what you wanted to listen to over and over, selfishly wishing you'd record it.
Simon had to poke your shoulder to make you realise it was your turn to sing - hastily, you joined him during the chorus, surprising your small audience even further.
Your singing wasn't bad, but not Grammy-worthy either - and yet, hearing you two harmonize was magical. Soon, you'd forget about your friends at the table, staring at each other while singing your hearts out.
His eyes hadn't moved from yours, the man sang each line as if he meant it - it made your heart beat heavily in your chest. For Simon, it wasn't just singing - each line of the song had a meaning. It was one of his silly little wishes it could become your reality where you'd met earlier in your lives. In this universe, you'd be just two young adults falling in love, meeting up so you'd forget all about the stress and anxiety tying you down in each other's arms.
In that reality, Simon could be enough for you and you'd be enough for yourself. You wouldn't feel the need to stick around guys who weren't good for you, you wouldn't receive extortive mail, and you wouldn't be alone. He wouldn't cover his face because he couldn't stand to look himself in the eye, neither because he was protecting his identity. In this reality, William wouldn't exist. You'd have your spot in each others' arms, falling asleep feeling safe. In this reality, you could lead a happy, day-to-day life.
There was a small moment when the song finished, a glimpse of a second when Simon almost kissed you. Your expression was adoring, glimmering with happiness and pure, unconditional love - the microphone dropped by your hip, and you were staring into his eyes, taking a small step closer. The whole moment was ruined by Nelly getting up, clapping and whistling cheerfully, others following suit - not bad for Si's karaoke debut, Cassie had to admit.
As you stumbled away from Simon's reach, you stumbled on your feet again, falling flat on the ground this time. - "Fuck."
"Aight, missy, 's 'nough for you tonight. I'll take you home, yeah?"
"Noooo, Ghoooost..." - You whined dramatically as he helped you over to the table, sitting you down. - "The party just started, man. We can't leave now."
"You tell that to your toilet later. Price?" - Ghost called out, catching his skipper's attention. - "Can you look after Miss Diva for a second? Gotta go to the bog."
"You got it, kid."
It couldn't have taken more than five minutes to take a piss, Simon rushed the entire process to be back as soon as possible. And yet, you were gone when he made it back - your coat disappeared from the hanger, your purse gone too. Jesus fucking Christ. You were giving him a run for his money.
"Where is she?" - Simon demanded, burning a hole in Price's forehead. Five fucking minutes. He was meant to look after you for five fucking minutes.
"Y/N got some sort of a text and said she has to leave immediately. Who am I to stop her? She's an adult. Can make her own bloody decisions."
"I was just about to walk her home."
"Then you should've said so. Hadn't caught that."
"Right."- Ghost fumed out, turning to Cassie. - "Can you give me her number?"
"Yeah, of course, let me text it to you. Want help with finding her?"
"You go and enjoy the rest of the night."
"Si!" - Cassie cried out as Simon turned on his heels, following him immediately. - "I'm sorry, but John's right. We weren't listening in and Y/N's a grown-up..."
"It's fine, Cass. I'll find her."
You couldn't have made it far - in the state you were in, on your wobbly and unsteady legs? No way in hell you'd make it even around the block. What worried Simon, however, was the park to his right hand. The man hoped you had enough reason not to walk through it. The first thing he heard was a hiccup before you drunkardly mumbled your name, doing your best impression of being sober.
"'s me. Where have you fuckin' disappeared to?"
"Me? I know a lot of mes, sir. My mum told me not to talk to strangers. S-Stranger fuckin' danger an' all that, yannow?"
"It's Ghost, Y/N, you slipped out of the karaoke bar. Where the hell are you, woman?"
"Awwww, hiiiii. I didn't know *hiccup* you had my number?"
"Got it from Cass. Can you spill the tea?"
"'m on my way home." - You explained as if it weren't obvious. - "The mood for partying kinda dropped to zero, decided I gotta go check on my adorable little doggo. I missed my sweet little princess."
"That's all sweet. What do you see around you?" - Thankfully, you were drunk enough not to catch onto his plan of finding you and started to talk about your surroundings. For once, Simon was grateful for drunk people being gullible and honest.
"Trees. Lots of 'em. 's kinda dark around but I'm pretty sure some food *hiccup* in the distance. Yep, right up the vein!"
"Dearie, don't say this sort'f stuff so loud, yeah?" - Simon asked, turning on his heels towards the park. He could hear you giggle on the other end, the sweet sound making him grin. - "What's that about?"
"Dearie is cute 'n all, but I like it when you call me love. Makes me weak in my knees 'n all." - You admitted, stuttering over your words as you tee-heed again as if you told Simon some well-guarded secret. As if Simon didn't already know.
"'kay love, tell me more about your surroundings, I'm on my way to get you. Can call you love for the rest of the night if you'd fancy that."
"Ohmygod..." - You sighed swiftly, chuckling at the prospect ahead. Ghost tenderly whispering 'love' the whole night sounded like a fucking dream come true. - "You'd *hiccup*... You'd like to do that?"
"Wished to do so for the longest time, love."
"I can see a bistro and some... Fuckin' statue. Whatever the fuck that's *hiccup* supposed to be, it's scary."
"Any benches in the area?" - Even though your description was far from eloquent, Simon knew the place you had in mind. It was a small takeaway coffee selling baked goods and hot drinks to go. He hadn't visited it, but Cass mentioned it here and there because it wasn't far from her workplace and she enjoyed going there on her lunch break. The statue, if he wasn't mistaken, was representing either Shakespeare or Peter Pan, but Simon was unable to recall it correctly at the moment. As he suspected, you didn't get far at all.
"Quite a lot. Fuck, I think it's some sort'f a square or somethin'."
"Sit down for me, love, I'll be there soon. Stay with me on the phone for now, yeah?"
"But I miss Bonnie soooo much, Ghost, I just wanna..." - He could hear as you struggled to sit down and fell onto the bench beats later. It was hard to make out what you precisely wanted to do to Bonnie, but he could hear some humming and kisses here and there. - "She's home all alone, my poor baby."
"Not for long now, I swear, we'll take off as soon as I find you. How you're feelin'?"
"Haven't thrown up yet. 's a good sign, no?"
"Look at you. Quite impressive given everything you've poured down your throat."
"I can handle my *hiccup* fuckin' alcohol."
"You sure can..." - Simon answered breathlessly, finally reaching the spot - he could see your silhouette splayed all over the bench, your coat undone, your purse lying right next to you. - "You sure can, love." - He said as he approached, having you sit up straight faster than lightning. Your expression started beaming with blissful happiness the second you laid your eyes on him.
"Hi, Ghost!" - You squealed, shoving the phone into your purse, not caring to end the call. - "You look good tonight. *hiccup* Have I told you that already?"
"Not that I can recall, no. Lookin' beautiful yourself."
"Now you're just making shit up, I'm fuckin' wasted, dude. Drunk people never look sexy, 's what I always said anyway."
"You look amazing all the time, love, without a fail. C'mon now, let's get you home."
"You mean that?" - You whispered, your eyes glued to his as he helped you to stand your feet. Without his arm around your waist guiding you forward, you'd be fucked. Everything was blurry and multiplied, you couldn't say which trees were real and which were just a fragment of your imagination.
"Never meant anything more in my life. Even in the most worn-out sweatpants you own. Let me take you home now, you sexy beast."
"Never say that again. Sexy beast? Love's so much better. Jesus."
"Your wish is my command, ma'am." - Ghost muttered sweetly, leading you towards the bus stop. Both of you were laughing, you were right - 'sexy beast' was the most horrid-sounding pet name that ever graced Simon's lips.
As mentioned before, Simon hated being the centre of attention - everything about that made the hair on his arms stand in pure displeasure. He hated when people stared at him, fearing that he was a threat; he just wished to blend into the crowd and remain unseen and unnoticed.
Let's just say... That being unnoticed in a packed double-decker in central London with a giggling, drunken mess in his arms was near impossible. For once, however, Simon wouldn't change for the world - it was endearing to feel you grasping his jacket, nuzzling yourself closer so you wouldn't fall on some stranger in such a confined space. Watching and feeling your head leaning to his chest with a confined smile, taking a relaxed breath - smelling him and listening to his heartbeat. He'd imagined this so many times. Even though the circumstances were far from perfect, everything about it made Simon happy. He'd come to rescue you from any party you'd go to just to feel the fuzzy warmth bubbling in his chest again.
When you finally arrived at your flat, the first thing you did was turn into a whiney mess - instantly, you were on your knees, your clothes leaving very little to Simon's imagination. You burrowed your head in Bonnie's fur, sobbing uncontrollably. As he locked the door behind you, Simon simply hoped it was happy, let it be ugly, crying.
"She's... She's so perfect." - You sobbed, pulling Bonnie close to your chest as you looked up to Simon, your make-up absolutely ruined by that point. The dog was clueless and didn't know what was happening - it simply licked your chin feverishly, welcoming you home. - "She's the best thing in my life right nooooow..." - And now, you were whaling. Great. Drunk women were the most ferocious and dangerous creatures in the universe - Simon was adamant about that. - "I love her soooo fucking much."
"Absolutely correct, love, she's our perfect little girl. How about we clean your face and change you to more comfortable clothes?" Simon whispered, pulling a strand of hair behind your ear.
Seriously, he needed you to change your clothes ASAP - he'd love anything else but watching your figure and curves (the current view alone was bringing Simon many indecent thoughts)...
But drunk fucking wasn't something Riley would be interested in - if the two of you were going to have sex, it would be sober and with full consent. The man prayed to whatever gods up there to make you change into the baggiest sweatpants and shirt you had lying around to cool off his libido. As you crawled out of your bedroom in a Bristle Bears jersey with biker shorts under, the crisis was, thankfully, averted.
Twenty minutes later, you splattered over your sofa - the TV was playing in the background as you sat with your face turned to Simon. He gently ran at least the 20th makeup wipe over your face with the utmost gentleness he could muster, concentration knitting his eyebrows together. He even took the liberty of making you a cup of tea, God bless him.
The window was crooked open, the rest of his cig slowly burning out in an improvised ashtray you crafted for him. That was when Simon noticed yet another wave of tears in your eyes.
"What is it, love? Did I poke your eye on accident?"
"No, that's not it. Thank you for being so nice to me." - You sobbed, first tears rolling down your cheeks. Simon sighed, doing his best to keep his inner peace balanced - seeing you cry for the millionth time was both soul-crushing and tiring at the same time.
"'s nothin', trust me. What's goin' on in that noggin of yours?"
"You." - It was just a whisper, but it made Simon straighten up - his head slightly tilted this shoulder, his eyebrows cocked in confusion. - "Ehm, I meant, your face. You're being so nice to me, take care of me even though you don't have to, spend your free time in that damn flower shop with me even though all I can offer is my company..."
"But your company's enough for me, trust..."
"... And I don't even know *sob* what you look like." - You whinced, wiggling away from his palm. You were doing your best to stop the childish tantrum, even bent your head backwards and tried pushing the tears back in. - "It just... Doesn't feel fair, yannow? I know you have your reasons for covering your face. I know I'm acting like an absolute asshole over something so minuscule right now. Do you realize how stupid I feel for crushing on someone whose face I hadn't seen? I'd recognize your eyes anywhere, but I'd like to see more. And no matter what, I can't stop wishing to see more, even though I know it won't ever happen. Like... You hadn't told me what your name is, I just got your number because you were pissed at me, you never talk about yourself, or share details... And me crying about it is the stupidest and most selfish thing fucking ever because I'm your friend, and I'm supposed to respect your fucking privacy..."
Simon didn't move for a few beats, tuning out whatever you were ranting about - not that he didn't want to listen, but because the simple confession stole his breath away.
What did you just say? Crushing? You had a crush on him? Simon was ready to outright propose if you'd like to, right there on your sofa, to your whiney, drunk ass. Confirming you had true feelings for him was marvellous, stopping his mind from wondering whether just flirted around, making him out to be just a nice little distraction. You weren't.
As he processed the information, he couldn't help but chuckle - the sound halted your crying and whining immediately. If you had asked him any other time, Simon would've most likely denied the request outright... But since you were both drunk, the liquid courage was making him less self-aware and more confident. Why not? Why shouldn't he just go for it? Take his chances with you?
"... And I even asked Cassie about you even though I knew I shouldn't... I'm such a fucking prick, bloody hell."
"That's what you're cryin' your pretty eyes out about?" - Simon asked, completely detached from whatever you were going about for the last few minutes.
"I mean... *sob* I know it's selfish 'n all, but I'd say... Fuck! Yannow, some guys on the telly said that non-verbal communication makes up to 70% of all human interactions."
"All you gotta do is ask, pretty girl." - Simon murmured, his breath growing shallow - his heart was beating so fast as if it were to burst out of his fucking chest, pressure raising rapidly as he realized the insanity of what was he was about to do. He'd push the baklava off his face if his palms weren't a sweaty, trembling mess.
"Ghost, I beg you - can I see what you look like?"
"Take it off yourself, love."
Gently scooping closer to him, you pumped your fingers a few times to stop them from shaking. Your adrenaline shot through the roof, and you started dragging your fingers on his shoulders, slowly working your way to his neck - giving him time to process your touch and get used to the stimuli. His body felt scorching under your touch, his pulse fast under the tips of your fingers. His eyes were closed, breathing unsteady, muscles tensed up unnaturally. You could see Ghost's palm clinging to the back of your couch, his fingers buried in with a force that turned his knuckles white.
As you finally started peeling the baklava off, his body shuttered, leaning away from you. As if it was an unconscious reaction, Simon didn't spend any time before sliding back within comfortable reach, already missing the comfort of your touch.
"You sure it's okay for you?"
"Mhm. Just keep goin'. Don't stop - if you stop, it'll kill me, darling." - Simon muttered, securing himself in place. His leg was lazily thrown over your waist so you'd sit puzzled together, Bonnie sleeping wedged into the small space. He wanted you to see. Simon wished to look you in the eyes without covering his face. He finally wished you to experience and feel all the love and adoration brewing within him.
"Okay."
Much to his dismay, you were taking your bloody time, tearing the material off so agonizingly slow - one hand was lifting the fabric, your dominant hand gently caressing every inch of the newly discovered skin.
Your eyes tried to memorise it all in case you wouldn't see it again - the dent in his chin, his fawn stubble, the sharp outline of his jaw, sharp contours of his cheeks, his plush and full lips and even the ugly scar reaching from his upper lip to his left nostril.
Your caresses worshipped his hooked nose, the sweet dark spots under his eyes, and all the freckles standing out on his upper cheeks thanks to the area being exposed to the sun more than the rest of his place. He could feel your touches moulding his skin gently, dragging your fingers on the ugly scar on his temple, carefully tugging on his soft dirty blonde hair - then, suddenly, the baklava was fully off. Simon felt it coming, but it still surprised him; so much so that he squished his lips into a tight line, as if he tried to hide from your eyes for even a second longer.
Your hand discarded the baklava almost carelessly. Knowing you've thrown Simon's most precious shield on the ground left him utterly defenceless in your arms, at the mercy of your words and actions. And yet, there was no other place he'd rather be in the entire world.
"Ghost..." - Your voice grew meek with adoration and emotion, your palms still kneading his face. It was then that he finally allowed himself to peek at you, to see your expression.
Your lips were parted slightly, your face flushed with heat, your eyes scanning him adoringly. Tears were dropping on your cheeks again. This time, Simon knew they were the result of the happiness you felt, therefore he didn't comment on them. Fuck, he felt like the luckiest and most handsome man walking the Earth.
"Hey there, dolly." - Gently, his lips brushed over the inner side of your palm before he leaned back into the touch.
"You're so fucking beautiful. Bonnie, look." - Picking the dog up, you pointed at Simon's face and giggled, making Simon smirk right back at you. The dog yawned, licking its mouth and shaking its head - it wasn't interested in Simon's face to reveal in the slightest. - "He's perfect. Isn't he perfect? Tell him how fucking flawless he is, come on."
"You don't mean that. That's the alcohol talking." - Simon chuckled while looking away from you, his Adam's apple bobbing as he forced a gulp down his throat. Embarrassment painted his cheeks bright pink. You made him blush, you realized, staring at him with your mouth agape. The triumph made you cackle.
The duality of Ghost left you speechless - a confident, 6'4 guy not to be messed around with the mask, snarky humour, and his physical presence overwhelming you every time.
This Ghost? Giggly, happy, slightly drunk. You loved how comfortable he looked with legs puzzled around your waist, his right arm leaning into the sofa as he looked everywhere around the room instead of you. You adored every inch of his dark pink blush and the entire universe that exploded, establishing itself behind his eyes. So this was the man you loved, the one you pinned after for the last few months? You loved every inch of him. Even if he'd look utterly different, you'd still be enchanted.
"Piss drunk people are always honest." - You admitted, caressing his upper arm. Were you staring? Probably. Was it making Ghost uncomfortable or flattered? Hard to tell. Could you be stopped? No.
When will you get another chance like this, to fawn over his beauty in its full glory? He was everything you imagined... And much more than that.
"... I really like it when you blush." - It was a careful admission, but you meant it. You put Bonnie down on your lap again, leaning your elbow into the couch right next to his arm, so you could stare at him more comfortably.
"... And I really like you." - Simon spilt without giving it too much thought, immediately realizing what he'd just said. Well, as Price often said, in for a penny - in for a pound. This was the night of admissions and confessions... At least it was turning out to be. And each little confession felt natural, lifting heaviness off his shoulders. You knew. You must've known by now. And yet, finally admitting to it felt uplifting.
"I just want you to know that if I was bold enough, I'd kiss you right now, Ghost..."
"Simon." - The man whispered, shutting you off. Hearing his government name lit your face up. An amazed sigh left your lips as you connected his name to his appearance, burning it into the back of your head. - "It's Simon Riley... My name's Simon Riley. I should've told you way sooner."
"Oh, Simon, Simon, Simon, Simon..." - You chanted as if you hadn't heard a more beautiful word before. Biting your lip, your hand has risen to his cheek again, cupping it gently. Hearing his own name falling off your lips like that was heavenly. - "A name for an angel rather than for a Ghost. I like that name. It suits you."
"I'm glad to hear that, ma'am." - Simon didn't like it. The name reminded him of his old man way too much, connecting him to a troubled family tree, to the people who turned him into what he was. He wasn't willing to ruin the moment you shared, however. If you said his name's nice... It must've been.
"And may I?" - You whispered, staring at his lips. Simon licked his lips expectedly, nodding to let you know it's fine, that he wants it too. He put his hand on your waist, holding you in place as he scooped you closer - you were puzzling himself into his arms as if you belonged there forever, being that one little silly puzzle piece he'd lost before he was born. Your knees wrapped around his waist as you palmed his t-shirt, steadying your position.
You were both taking your time, giggling excitedly, blissed with disbelief. Your breathing was tickling Simon's face, making Simon's smile widen. Your eyes closed as you positioned your elbow around his shoulders, your nails gently scratching his scalp.
So close... He was so close. Your noses bumped together, warm skin dragging across each other, your breath finally stabilizing as you got ready for the final stretch. Simon could feel your lips brush against his... But the kiss didn't come.
It never came, in fact. The moment Simon opened his eyes to deduce what was wrong, a snore cut through the comfortable silence in your apartment. At first, it shut Simon off. He was staring at you, holding his palms on your shoulder blades, playing with the ends of your hair - until he started laughing quietly.
He wasn't upset, God forbid angry with you. You were trolled, in the end, drinking way more than you should - he half expected to be holding your hair for you by this point of the night. Even though you hadn't really touched the first base, this night turned into everything Simon wished for. This was just his luck - the lady holding his heart in a headlock dozing off before anything happened.
"She's knackered." - Simon whispered towards Bonnie lying on the ground. The cutesy dog had no idea what he was saying, but she was excited enough to nuzzle and nibble on his ankle. - "I know, sweet girl, I know. Let me put mommy to bed, and then we'll set out for a walkie, yeah?" - The man ushered as he started folding you into his arms bridal style. Upon the word 'walkie', Bonnie growled and whimpered excitedly, almost wiggling her tail off. - "Hush, you little furry beast."
The duo spent half an hour walking outside on a cold night, Simon taking his bloody time smoking a few cigarettes to calm down. Bonnie was doing her own thing, carrying various sticks to him so they could play fetch.
As soon as the door to your flat opened and Bonnie's paws got cleaned, the dog sped into your bedroom, nuzzling to you - all you did in response was throw your hand over her, grunting displeasantly. Before leaving, Simon quickly put together a note.
'Thank you for one of the best nights of my life. Prepared some coffee and painkillers for you on the counter. Text me when you wake up. Love,
- Simon'
#simon riley#simon riley x fem!reader#ghost cod#ghost x fem!reader#johnny mactavish#johnny soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#kyle garrick#john price#141 cod#task force 141#cod: mw#here we go agaiiin#this one was a struggle to finish#i love how the ending turned out tho#they are such a cute lil mischevious pair
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