#he would gladly take the place of anyone on his team if he could
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is john price doomed? yes. but personally i think he’s doomed to survive.
#sorry but he wants to die too much for it to ever happen#he would gladly take the place of anyone on his team if he could#so narratively he Can’t#doomed to speak at the funerals of young soldiers gone too soon#doomed to hand medals made of lifeless metal to families wishing to hold their flesh and blood one last time#doomed to go home to an empty flat and a bottle of whiskey and regret#doomed to live a half life#a phantom life#and isn’t that so much worse#fran speaks#if i ever Really sit down to write price angst no one will recover that’s a threat and a promise 💘#hellhound
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ooo u want me so bad
or…grumpy!enha being in luv w u
requested: nope
cw/genre: cursing, grumpy enhypen, fluff, humor, crack-ish, fem!reader, non-idol au, I wrote this during a zoom class, not proofread fuck it we ball, one joke about reader getting jumped?? anyways lmk if anything else should be tagged hehe
a/n: this was inspired by @macahoons grumpy enhypen texts that I just adored!!! Such a cute trope <3
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heeseung
-he’s the basketball team captain, always idly boasting about his talents and loves being first place
-the only exception is you.
-he will never admit it but he absolutely lets you win every time you find him at the basketball court and u challenge him to some dumb scoring game where u see how many baskets u each can get
-“OMG HI HEESEUNG!! :3” when u find him at the basketball court and he sighs but he’s trying not to scream at how cute u r lowkey
-ur all giggly when u keep beating him “hee r u even trying?” “I’m just having a bad day don’t even” like he isn’t completely distracted by the way you look when ur grinning at him
-“I think I can take ur place as basketball team captain!” “In ur dreams??” but he’d gladly give it up if you would keep smiling like that
-insists on walking you home from the court because “I’m not gonna be held responsible for you getting jumped”
-and the next time you catch him on the basketball court it happens all over again! <3
jay
-you can’t even finish saying “I’m cold” before his jacket is over your shoulders and he’s scolding you for not being prepared
-sitting down and your skirt is riding up? his uniform blazer is over your lap and he’s shaking his head
-“what would you do without me??” “do you want your jacket back then , jay?” “…no”
-while it’s also because he cares about ur wellbeing, he also just really likes the sight of you wearing his clothes and you smelling like his cologne
-you literally walk into the room and he’s immediately “y/n you need to buy a thicker jacket you’re gonna get sick” not even a good morning or anything…
-“don’t tell people ur wearing my jacket I don’t want them to get the wrong idea 🙄” but lowkey he wouldn’t mind at all
-gets so (internally) giggly when u sink into his jacket because it’s chilly
-finds excuses u give u his clothes at this point …the tiniest piece of lint on ur shirt and he’s handing you his blazer
-“u can keep it ig”
jake
-gets you tiny gifts and acts like he just randomly found them
-he totally went out of his way to find you two matching keychains but he doesn’t wanna admit that
-“y/n I just randomly found your favorite seasonal pastry. no big deal. don’t thank me.”
-BUT HE ALSO KEEPS EVERY GIFT U GET HIM OMGEEE, he has a whole area on his desk dedicated to notes, trinkets, stickers, if you drew on his paper he’ll tear the section off so he can keep it LOL
-will never admit that. to anyone. but gets pressed if you give gifts to anyone else because that’s his y/nnie!! giving HIS gifts to some rando!! D: the cruelty!!
-gets sooo dramatic if he doesn’t get at least a little doodle he’s texting you like you killed a man
-one time his friend asked if he could borrow a pencil and he was like yea man sure and then realizing it was a pencil YOU!! gave him he snatched it back so fast trust
-he’s so cutie patootie but internally…4 now…
-wishes he could get over himself and kiss you all over when you shyly present a little plush toy you won at a claw game he’s RAHHHHH !!!
-for now he’ll stick to “thanks 😒”
sunghoon
-he’s really protective over you me thinks
-but he’ll be really quiet about it, maybe a girl makes you upset and he sees and he’ll “accidentally” knock over her bottled water on her notes, a guy is talking shit about you and sunghoon is squaring up in the courtyard no questions asked
-“sunghoon u dont have to protect me” “it’s not about you” even though it’s totally about you and he will die defending your honor
-one time on your walk out of school a tree branch poked you and u were all like “oh owie : o” and he was following behind before GLARING the shit out of that tree branch…
-another time this guy made a degrading comment about you and sunghoon managed to find receipts on him cheating on his gf and posted it on the school newsletter…cuz he’s silly like that <3
-honestly it’s a little scary the lengths he’ll go for you and still refusing to admit he’s doing it for you
-he’s not really good at comforting you when you cry, so he’ll make sure to protect you from anything that could make you cry
sunoo
-he’ll always listen to you
-if someone said “sunoo can u go grab me a drink from the vending machine” he looks at them like they’re insane but if YOU’RE asking??? he’s sprinting down the hallways
-“it’s literally just because ur lips get all chapped when your dehydrated don’t get an ego,” while he’s handing you like…water purified in Antarctica sourced from glaciers with a little paper umbrella
-even smaller things, he prioritizes your advice
-“guys should I have hot pot or panera for lunch?” and a rando will go, “panera!” and hes dead silent but you go “oh you should totally get hot pot!!” and he’s basically booking a reservation
-probably “accidentally” books a reservation for two and forces you to come since “it’s a waste of table space” if no one else does lol
-also if you don’t like someone he doesn’t like them either
-“sunoo are u friends with Ria?” “shes okay” “she said my makeup looked bad today :(“ and sunoo will act like he dgaf
-but next time you bring her up he scoffs and is all, “why even bother crying about her? she’s not worth your time and she’s annoying anyways” even though he’s never talked to this girl
-tldr ur word > anyone else
jungwon
-always speaks highly of you
-never to your face but he’ll always defend you when necessary, or speak up for you, or just praise you LOL
-“y/n actually scored higher than you, so idk why you’re bragging so loud” to some rando kid talking about test scores lmao
-or “y/n doesn’t like that snack get her another” when your friends are debating how to surprise you
-ur name is always in his mouth but positively LMAO
-brushes it off if you take note of this and says “people are just exaggerating, I barely talk about you, don’t get it twisted >:T” but everyone knows he’ll take any chance he can get to praise you
-“y/n is better tho” and everyone’s like?? who asked??
-it’s endearing but he doesn’t even notice it, he just is proud of you in every shape and form and since he can’t really express it around you he has to project it anywhere else he can hehe
-“jungwon do you think my hair looks okay?” says hee, looking for an actual answer. “y/n’s hair is nicer” responds jungwon, not missing a beat.
-“did you guys know y/n got a 100? isn’t she smart? don’t tell her I said that.”
niki
-does things for you without you asking and then acts like it’s a habit
-it is definitely not a habit for him to run out of his seat to pull out your chair for you, but he insists he literally does it for everyone (he doesnt)
-opens your capped drinks before handing them to you, stops you suddenly to tie your shoelaces, sends you photos of notes if you missed a day..
-“y/n you’d literally be hopeless without me” but he’d be hopeless if anyone else helped you because it’s his job!!
-it makes him feel special when he gets to do so many acts of service for you, for some reason he doesn’t mind running errands or whatnot, he’d much rather he be the one who does it than anyone else
-“y/n u forgot a hair tie today?? ur lucky I brought one” knowing damn well he brought it specifically for you ☹️☹️ cutie
-if the train is full you don’t even have to ask and he’ll let you take his seat “y/n you have weak legs, you need to sit”
-he secretly loves being someone you can rely on, no matter how much he denies it <3
#enhypen drabbles#enhypen fluff#enhypen imagines#enhypen scenarios#enha imagines#enhypen x reader#enhypen headcanons#enhypen reactions#enha fanfic
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hsr men with insecure reader?🥹how would they show you are more than enough,maybe a bit of suggestive 🤭love your writing!
I used to be really insecure before, and I'm sure a lot of people are too, hopefully this will make everyone feel more loved.
Pairing: Dan Heng, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Sampo, Welt x Fem!Reader
Tags: fluff, comfort, slightly suggestive, kissing, insecurity, cuddles, public display of affection, protectiveness, jealousy, playful biting
A/N: Some comfort for you all this time around.
Dan Heng isn't the best with words of comfort but he will always make you feel like the most special, no the only, woman in the room when you're out with him. He's always got his full attention on you weather you be talking, asking him to dance, or just needing him to hold your hand when you feel overwhelmed by the attention the two of you are getting. Although you're sure that its mostly due to him not you, still all these eyes on you, on him, they make you want to prove yourself somehow. He knows this, he notices how you tense up when someone approaches him and he makes sure to let them know that he's already taken by this beautiful woman by his side.
Gepard can't stop talking you up to his friends and even his team. He thinks you're amazing. You could be doing the most mundane thing and he'll take a picture of it and smile over it the entire day. Always makes sure to kiss you when you feel proud of something, his hands cupping your face so gently because all he wants to do is care for you for the rest of his days, he wants you to know that he might be a protector and a knight to the people, but to you he's simply your boyfriend who will stop at nothing to show you how special you are to him and how happy he is to have you in his life and that he wants you to always, always be a part of it because you make it brighter.
Jing Yuan shuts down any and all feelings of insecurity before they get the chance to make you feel like you're not good enough for him. It doesn't matter if he's the general. If you value his opinion so much and hold him in such high regard then won't you trust him when he says that you're everything he could have wanted and so much more? Perhaps a little demonstration is in order. Grabbing you by the wrist he pulls you against him and carries you to the couch where he props you on his lap, bearing his neck and telling you to mark him. He never lets anyone do this, but you, he will gladly be marked by you, be yours for all to see.
Luocha knows that this isn't something he can just cure like he does with illness and injuries. This is something that he needs to show you, that you're more than worthy of being his lover. Whenever you walk into town he makes sure to hold your hand, fingers intertwined and to always insist on a single room with one bed so there's no confusion about you being a couple. Both of you are well aware of the looks you draw to yourselves and the fact that sometimes people can be blind to the signs, so in every town he makes sure to go to a stand and buy you something, a necklace, an earing or a bracelet, a matching set, one for you and one for him, showing you belong to each other.
Sampo can get insecure too but he always plays it off pretty easily as him being playfully jealous of the guys always looking your way. However if he sees that you're the one who's getting down he will try to cheer you up, he won't be too overbearing but he will leave little notes in places around the house, like a secret message for you to discover, to find and that will lead you to him. Congratulations, he is your prize, you have him now, and always from now on. Yeah it was a little silly but you had fun right? He can tell by the big smile on your face, he wants to protect that smile with everything that he's got and make sure no one disturbs your happiness.
Welt hates it when he sees you feeling insecure around passengers. Some of them can be a little flirty but he has no interest in anyone on this train other then you. Now, he can't quite put his job on hold right now but he can very quickly let you know what you mean to him, if you can stay silent that is. He doesn't mind waiting until you get home though, he'll just have to wear your lipstick mark on his neck for the rest of his shift. A little unprofessional of him yes, and will most likely get him a scolding but its a small price to pay for seeing your smile again.
#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#hsr x you#dan heng x reader#gepard x reader#jing yuan x reader#luocha x reader#sampo x reader#welt x reader#honkai star rail x you#dan heng x you#gepard x you#jing yuan x you#luocha x you#welt x you#sampo x you#welt yang x reader#honkai x reader#hsr headcanon#hsr imagine#hsr fluff#honkai star rail imagines#honkai star rail headcanon#hsr x female reader#honkai star rail x female reader#honkai star rail fluff
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Luke and y/n being parents and seeing their journey from the start of his UMich career to his NHL career with their daughter...y/n takes their daughter to her first NHL game which was Luke's very first one back in April 2023 where he got the OT goal to win the game
it all led to this | lh43
summary: With Luke's first NHL game coming up, you decide to look back through your old photos with your two year old daughter, Elouise. You couldn't be more excited to take your daughter to the arena tonight to see her dad in his first ever big leagues game.
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You sat with your daughter on your lap in your new house. You and Luke had moved to Jersey recently with your daughter so He could be pursue his dreams of being in the NHL.
He had left a couple minutes ago to the arena, you would be leaving in a few hours to go and support him with your daughter.
As you sat with your daughter you decided to relish in the memories that got you to this moment. You opened your phone scrolling back through all the photos of your days back at umich with Luke. You found one of him during his freshman year. It was his first game. You smiled.
"Dada!" Your daughter said excitedly pointing at the picture on your screen.
"Yes, that's Dada," You smiled kissing your daughters head.
You sent the picture to Luke followed by a message
'I am so beyond proud of you, all of this led to this moment and I couldn't imagine doing any of it with anyone else. I love you Luke, and can't wait to watch you tonight!'
After sending the message, you picked up your daughter heading to her room.
You sat her on the changing table, picking out her outfit for the night. You chose her custom Devils jersey that said 'daddy' on the back along with Luke's number.
You then slipped her into some warm fleece leggings, "You look so pretty" you smiled tickling your daughters belly earning a sweet giggle.
"Do you wanna help mama get ready?" You asked sitting your daughter up.
"Ya, I help mama!" She said excitedly throwing herself into your arms.
You gladly picked her up carrying her into your bedroom. You sat her on the bed changing into one of Luke's jersey along with some ripped jeans.
You then sat on the floor, your daughter on your lap as you did your make-up in the mirror.
You smiled as your daughter picked up a brush handing it to you, "Thank you."
You smiled kissing her head, and taking the brush.
Once you finished, you pulled your beanie onto your head and tossed your hair into two looser braids.
You then heard a knock at the door, "Is that your gg and papa?" You asked smiling down at the girl. She stood up from your lap running to the door.
You followed behind her opening the door. To see Ellen and Jim.
"Papa! GG!" Your daughter squealed as Jim picked up the young girl placing her on his hip.
Ellen pulled you into a hug," How have you been?"
"I've been great! the move went perfectly, and Ellie is loving Jersey!"
"Thats so great to hear," Jim added joining the conversation.
"Let me get my bag and then we can head to the arena," You smiled turning to grab the diaper bag and purse from the other room.
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Once you got to the area, you entered from the back entrance making your way to your seats right on the glass.
You smiled as the announcer called out Luke's name for his Rookie Lap you all cheered.
"Dada!" your daughter squealed, squirming in your arms tapping her small hands against the glass, Luke waved as he skated by.
The rest of the team soon joined them for warm ups.
As the team skated around Luke made his way to the glass infront of you all. Placing his hand on the glass," Hii, sweetheart," Luke smiled at the young girl in your arms.
She reached out placing her hand on the glass," Dada! Dada!" She smiled.
Jack soon skated over too, greeting his beloved niece.
As the game went on your were on the edge of your seat the game was so close.
As the regulation ended your breathe hitched, overtime.
You knew everyone on the team was also on edge.
You watched closely as the starters took to the ice. You breathed in seeing Luke.
As the puck dropped, you watched as it was quickly moved around. You breathe hitched once more once you saw Luke had the puck. He took the shot.
"And Luke Hughes with Debut, and Winning Goal!" The announcer screamed out.
You all stood clapping frantically. Luke was engulfed by the team. You were so happy for him. It all Led to this. The move, the time spent supporting Luke, the lonely nights taking care of your daughter while he was on roadies. It all Led to this.
You smiled making your way to the exit, waiting for Luke. As you saw him and Jack exiting the locker room you smiled.
Luke ran over hugging you both, he took your daughter from your hands with a smile.
"dada!" She smiled placing her hand on his cheek. Look smiled at the girl.
"Luke, that was amazing, I'm so proud of you," You smiled up at your boyfriend.
He leaned down kissing you," I couldn't have done any of this without you.
"unca' 'acky!" Your daughter spoke squirming in Luke's arms towards Jack.
He leaned over taking the young girl," Hii, sweetheart." He smiled tickling her stomach earning a giggle.
Luke smiled wrapping his arm around you.
"What do you all say to a celebratory family dinner?" Ellen asked with a smile on her face.
You all agreed leaving to the cars to head out to dinner.
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lukehughes So excited to have had my girls at the game tonight, without them and the support of my family I wouldn't have been where I am now. And to my beautiful girlfriend y/n, thank you so much for moving, parenting, and supporting me unconditionally it all led us to this.
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y/nhughes Ellie and I are so beyond proud of you Lu! I couldn't imagine a more perfect family!!
lukehughes I love you both so much!
quinnhughes Congrats on the goal bro! So beyond proud of you!
lukehughes Thanks Huggy, means alot!
jackhughes welcome to the big leagues little bro!
nicohischier you keep playing like that and johnny boy is gonna have some competition for the starting line.
lukehughes Oh it's on @johnmarino
njddevils Welcome to the big leagues all three of you! We love having you all apart of the Devils family!!
lukehughes so excited to be here! Thank you for the warm welcome!!
#luke hughes#luke hughes x reader#luke hughes imagine#luke hughes blurb#luke hughes fic#luke hughes smut#luke hughes series
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~Midnight Healing~
𝓢𝓲𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓖𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓡𝓲𝓵𝓮𝔂 𝔁 𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮!𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻
[I highly recommend to put this song on repeat as background music. It will help set the mood.]
warnings/tags: 18+ smut, p*rn with feelings & plot, unexperienced reader, first kiss, first time, oral s*x (fem receiving), p in v, soft Ghost, slow dance, mutual pining, slight angst/comfort, Soap being the best mate, the team being supporting in their own way lmao, cap. price approved 👌🏻
summary: You're at the pub, enjoying a night out with your team. The soothing lulling music, the booze, Johnny's taunts and your own repressed feelings embolden you to invite Simon to join you in a slow dance. The dance leads to long overdue confessions which in turn lead to your first time together.
word count: 12.5k. (longest one yet)
A special and huge thank you to my dear @magnoliabutters who has helped me SO MUCH. You've given me so many suggestions that inspired me to write the best possible version of this story. I probably would have given up halfway through if it wasn't for your support. I love you and appreciate you a lot. ♥️
You close your eyes and take a deep breath, elbows resting on the smooth surface of the counter with a thumb circling the cold rim of your half-full glass of bourbon. The soothing blues music playing in the background adds to your sense of calm, with notes vibrating through your limbs, echoing in your ribcage, and clearing your thoughts. You let yourself be lulled by the soft melancholy tune, quietly humming along and rocking your head in rhythm.
Given your job as a task force officer, you rarely get a breather and a chance to enjoy a night out. It is a luxury for you and that is what makes it so special, a time to truly look forward to. Especially when you can share it with your brothers in arms, your family, not bonded by blood but by a profound feeling born through shared hardships and nurtured by trust, respect and understanding. One would imagine you'd prefer to spend your free nights alone or with different people, perhaps even a one-night lover, rather than with your coworkers, the very same guys you spend your entire days with, through sweat and tears, anger and frustration, and occasionally a moment of respite. This is exactly the reason why you wouldn’t dare unwind with anyone else; they are everything for you, the sole people you trust and you would gladly give your life for without hesitation. Why would you need anybody else?
Seeing them loosen up for one night, just enough to treat themselves to a pint or a glass of whiskey is such the delight. You wouldn’t even need to chug a drink of your own to feel the tension leave your body, finally allowing yourself to relax.
This time is no exception. Same place, same company, same feeling of being exactly where you need to be, of needing literally nothing else in the world.
"Enjoying yourself?"
Soap's voice sounds clear in your ear and interrupts your blues-induced trance. A lazy smile greets you as you turn to look up at him. He settles down on the barstool next to you.
"Yeah… I love this music. It feels like a lullaby but instead of making me want to sleep, it makes me want to move, you know? "
"Sounds like you want to hit the dance floor! Care to give us a show?"
"Wouldn't you like that!"
You smirk at him, bumping your shoulder against his.
"Who wouldn’t?” he returns the nudge, playfully winking at you, “But I know someone who would particularly enjoy it, more than anybody else."
You raise an eyebrow, giving him a knowing look. Every time you come to the pub, you can't avoid one or two, occasionally three, drunken brash males hitting on you or simply gluing their eyes on you from afar, never stopping for the entire time you're here. You'd think that being literally surrounded by four menacing - some more than others - muscular men would prevent anyone from ever looking your way twice, especially weak-minded misogynists who don't believe a woman could take care of herself… That clearly isn't the case. Go figure! These people have no sense of shame or… self-preservation.
"What ugly old man’s ball sack-looking dude is staring at me this time?"
A chuckle escapes him. He shakes his head as he swirls the liquid in his glass before taking a sip.
“No ugly old man’s ball sack-looking dude , just a possibly ugly dude.”
"Oh?" a wry smile takes form on your lips, "well, I could get behind that."
"He's been throwing some not-so-sneaky glances your way ever since we arrived."
"Yeah?”, you ask, taking a quick glance around the room. “Coordinates, Sergeant. Don’t leave me in the dark."
Soap's eyes glint mischievously as he subtly nods to your left, then raises his glass to his lips to take another sip and mask his grin. You follow the trajectory of his nod, gaze skimming the whole length of the counter, overlooking the serene faces of Gaz, Laswell, the captain, until it locks on a familiar pair of big dark eyes. The smirk on your lips immediately falters and your stomach flips.
Simon is holding your gaze, seemingly unfazed, arms folded across his chest and muscles flexing under his black windbreaker. No matter how accustomed you are to seeing him in his casual attire, your heart always loses a beat whenever your eyes land on him. The way his skull balaclava hugs his face and the way the hood of his dark grey sweatshirt is all the way up, hiding his head, make his mesmerising eyes circled with black make-up even more striking and thus much more lethal to your poor weak heart. You’re so attracted to him, so infatuated… you’ve never felt this inexorable pull toward anyone before. It’s like a new form of gravity, so strong that you can’t even avert your gaze; it takes too much effort, like going against the laws of nature.
Soap’s giggle draws you back from the trance. Your eyes dart around aimlessly for a moment before you whip around to glare at your friend.
“You’re a bastard.”
He shrugs innocently, that stupid grin of his still tugging at his lips.
"You saw it for yourself, he was staring."
"Yeah, 'cause he probably heard you or read your lips or… something."
"Right,” he says with a scoff, elongating the word. “Didn’t know superman was part of the 141…"
His mocking tone makes you roll your eyes. Grabbing your glass, you bring it to your lips and savour the sensation of the cool, sweet but strong liquid flowing down your throat. As you knock the empty glass back onto the counter, you catch a glimpse of Ghost. Fortunately, this time he appears to be engaged in discussion with Price, providing you with the green light that allows your wistful gaze to linger on him, unnoticed.
"Well, you must admit that…”, you mutter almost to yourself, eyes reverently roaming his figure, “...if anyone had superpowers in our team, it would definitely be him."
"Heh. You certainly look at him as if he already has them."
Johnny interrupts your reveries again and you shake your head, tearing your eyes away from Simon and trying to clear your mind in the process. "Stop it. He's just, he's-"
"He's single, for all I know."
The sergeant shrugs again with an innocent smile as you give him the stink-eye.
"You’re a menace ."
You poke him hard in the ribs, causing him to wince and almost spill his drink. You both can’t help but laugh.
“I swear if you told him or anyone anything… I'll strangle you in your sleep.”
“Mmm, so passionate, y/n. He’s gonna love that.”
You roll your eyes again, yet can't help but smile.
Soap is your best mate; you're closer to him than the rest of the squad, which is saying a lot given how close the team is. You may or may not have let your feelings for Simon slip during a private conversation one night at the HQ while you were a little tipsy, and he's been a little shit about it since then, unwilling to let you live it down. You know it's all in good fun, there's no malice in his words, but his taunts do nothing to help you keep your feelings under control.
“You should tell him, by the way.”
“We’ve already talked about this, Johnny…”
“I just don’t understand why you’re keeping it to yourself. You scared of getting rejected?”
You shrug, your gaze fixed on the empty glass in front of you as you fidget with it absentmindedly. He struck a nerve. Taking the first step without being absolutely certain that your feelings are reciprocated and thus making a colossal blunder scares the shit out of you. Actually, the mere thought of taking a shot in the dark makes your stomach churn with dread.
“Y/n, he would never turn you down. Never .”
“You don’t know that.”
Soap scoffs incredulously. “C’mon! You’ve seen the way he looks at you! There’s nothing PG-13 about it.”
He pauses for a moment waiting for your retort but when you don't give him any, he draws conspiratorially close to your ear. “Although, I guess you don’t get to hear what he says about you when it’s just us boys…”
You perk up, turning toward him with a curious and clearly hopeful look on your face. Does he know something you don’t? Or is he messing with you? You can never tell with Soap.
“W-what does he say?”
Soap grins victoriously, undoubtedly pleased with himself for catching you failing, yet again, to hide your stupid little crush.
"Gave my word that I would keep my mouth shut..."
“Ugh!", you push him away with a hard smack on his arm, "you’re insufferable.”
“Go talk to him and find out on your own. In the unlikely case that what you fear the most happens, any of us smart boys would gladly take his place in your heart, love ."
You shake your head with a scoff, eyes drifting aimlessly to the other side of the room. Turns out, Johnny was trying to get under your skin, as per usual, however you can’t help but mull his words over.
Perhaps he's got a point, perhaps it is time to let it all out in the open and face the consequences , whatever they might be. Johnny said that Simon has talked about you with the guys. It might be nothing, but what if he really has let his own feelings slip during a conversation, just like when it happened to you with Soap? Or perhaps, he had a real heart to heart talk with his mates…
You have your doubts, but then again why would Johnny mention that he spoke of you? Why would he try so hard to reassure you that Simon would never reject you? Why would he stress out the fact that he often gets caught staring at you? Could your friend be doing this solely for a laugh? No, Johnny is not that kind of person. He cares about you and he clearly understands how much you care about Simon. He would not give you a friendly push merely to watch you fall face first to the ground. There must be some truth behind his jokes and teasing… but are you ready to risk it all to find out? Being rejected isn't the only fear that prevents you from acting on your feelings...
"Whatever.” You sigh at last, propping yourself up by pushing your palms against the edge of the counter. “I'm here to unwind, not get caught up in my head as usual. So… now, I’m going to dance. And, just to be clear, I'm not doing it for you or Simon or anybody other than myself."
The pointed look you give him makes Soap raise his hands in defeat, however it doesn't wipe that little smirk off his face. The glass grazes his curled up lips as he looks at you with an amused twinkle in his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah… You'll thank me later.”
His words get lost in the rising bustle of the pub; the cacophony of voices and the clatter of glasses gets louder just as the music fills your ears the more you get away from the bar. The soothing tune comes out of two huge amps set at either side of an empty stage, and floods over you, the sole person standing in front of it. You feel a bit self-conscious at first, sensing everyone's eyes on you but you try your best to ignore them. Letting your eyes flutter shut, you focus solely on the music, allowing yourself to be transported by the slow lulling rhythm.
Soon, you're swaying your hips in time, your feet picking up their own pattern. You don't care about how you're moving, how it may look; all you care about is letting go, setting yourself free, feeling the music pass through you, and being completely in the moment. You dance worry-free, entirely surrendering control of your body to the enthralling and sinuous voice of the electric guitar. Few things are more freeing than dancing like nobody’s watching…
The song comes to an end almost too quickly and so does the enchantment that has seized you. When you open your eyes, chancing a look around you, you immediately meet Simon’s stare. He's still sitting at the bar but now he's turned toward you, back to the polished wood of the counter, one elbow resting on its edge. Clearly he has been watching you the whole time, enjoying the show , as Soap said. You feel a thrill run through you. Perhaps it's the alcohol kicking in, perhaps those feelings pushed deep inside you are finally emerging to the surface. Or is it just the adrenaline of the dancing still holding control over your body?
Regardless of the answer, you find yourself walking toward him; the initial notes of a new song matching your sultry and unhurried steps. He firmly holds your gaze, but you notice the shifting in his seat as you approach him with renewed confidence.
You stop when you’re right in front of him, a coy smile plays on your lips while you hold out your hand.
"Care to join me?"
His eyes flicker to your extended palm then wander over your face, as if he's looking for a cue that would tell him whether you're joking or being serious.
"You're outta your mind, princess ."
You raise your eyebrow at the word 'princess'. He knows you don’t like to be called like that but he doesn't seem to care. He keeps using that stupid term, especially when he wants to reprimand you, putting you in your place or just to tease you and get under your skin. But there is something in the way he said it just now, an endearing nuance in his tone that combined with his thick accent makes you melt like chocolate.
"Why? You seemed really interested only a minute ago."
You tease him with a challenging look on your face while you nonchalantly tug down the zip of your biker jacket. After the dance you're feeling a bit flushed, you need to let your skin breathe. No other reason for uncovering your cleavage, right? Definitely not to draw his attention to the deep neckline of your dress. Of course not, why would you do that?
"I was only-"
You interrupt him, arms folding across your chest, drawing his eyes even more to the curves of your body. " Enjoying the show , right."
"No.” He counters quickly, his voice loud and clear even over the music. Doesn’t he sound a little nervous? Or are you simply imagining it?
“I was just… glad to see this carefree side of you. It's a good look on you."
You stare into each other’s eyes, your heart thumping hard in your chest. You didn’t expect to hear him say that.
"Well…”, you bite your lip as you try to ease your racing heart, arms falling back to your sides, “...dancing is very freeing. You should try it."
"I don't think it would work for me."
"Why don't we find out?"
Shivering just a little, you take another step forward. His head slightly cranes up so that he can keep his piercing gaze on yours. You move your hand on his wrist, fingers wrapping gently around it before giving a little pull in your direction.
"C'mon…", you give him a teasing smile as you step back, head nodding back to the space behind you, “...let’s go.”
Despite your pulling, Simon doesn’t budge a single inch, but you see him hesitate. You keep tugging at his wrist, stepping backwards, even attempting to pout, until he silently relents and stands up, letting you drag him toward the stage at last. You didn't expect him to give up. You thought you'd have to put much more effort into it, or that you'd have to be the one giving up in the end. You're genuinely surprised by the turn of events but you won't let that dent your spirit now. You've just started playing with fire and you can't help but feel the thrill of it, the excitement lighting up inside of you.
You stop when you reach the spot you previously made your own during your solo dance and turn around to face him. He stands there, tall and motionless, the hood of his sweatshirt still on; he looks so out of place on the dance floor, the sight makes you chuckle.
"Don't worry Si, nobody would dare judge you."
"I don't care about that."
"No?"
With a smile on your face, a gaze fixed on him, you start to sway your hips in sync again. His eyes immediately flicker down to take in your movements. He doesn’t seem to care about the fact that he looks like a freaking pole, standing so still in front of you, not moving even one muscle. His whole focus is on you and he seems to particularly enjoy being able to watch you from the best seat in the house.
“You could move your shoulders a little bit, you know? Or even just nod your head in time with the music.”
It’s so evident that he doesn’t know what to do with his body, where to even begin. You almost feel guilty of having dragged him there, of putting him on the spot.
“Here, follow my steps.”
You pick up a simple left-to-right footwork, following the slow but steady rhythm of the drums and encourage Ghost to mirror your motions with a nod and a gentle smile. He studies you, eyes observing your body attentively, picking up every little movement you make.
He appears quite stiff as he attempts to follow along; his bulky body doesn't seem keen to make him look as graceful on the dancefloor as it does on the battlefield. But he's trying at least, and quickly getting the hang of it.
“That’s it! You’re not half bad, Si!”
A soft chuckle escapes you as you bite your bottom lip. Seeing him dance - or try to - makes you oddly giddy, euphoric even. It's just such a rare and bizarre thing to see that you can't help but smile wide and enjoy the moment to the fullest.
Raising your arms in the air, you swing your hips and bend your knees as you lower your body to the ground, only to raise up again, twisting your curves like a snake. The thrill of his probing stare piercing you causes you to shudder; his eyes are unwavering, admiring your every move with utmost devotion. Having his undivided attention makes you feel alive, it makes you feel special and bold.
You take a step closer and reach out to grab both of his hands in yours, your movements mellowing to fit his laid-back rocking. His calloused hands are surprisingly soft and warm as they wrap perfectly around yours, like matching pieces of a puzzle; his touch feels comforting, stable, safe. As you look up at him, eyes locking once again, you feel your heart pound rapidly in your chest. A small smile takes form on your lips to mask the turmoil rising within you.
“This feels… nice, doesn’t it?”
“It does.”
Your heart soars upon hearing his answer, smile widening.
“I didn't know you could dance."
"I can't dance”, you correct him with a light chuckle, “I simply enjoy moving my body to the music."
"Never seen you do that before."
"Well, most of you guys don't even like listening to music, so I only get to do it when I'm on my own… which is a rare occurrence since apparently you babies can’t leave me alone for more than one minute."
You squeeze his hands playfully, a cheeky grin playing on your face. You notice his eyes crinkle lightly in response.
"You can use my office, if you want. There's enough room to… move around."
You let out a hearty laugh, head shaking softly. Your eyes lower to the floor for a moment, monitoring the way both your feet move perfectly in sync and at the same time picturing the silly image in your mind.
"You gonna sit at your desk, grumbling over your paperwork while, with music blasting in my ears, I dance like nobody’s watching right in front of you?"
"Why not,” he says with a shrug.
His voice doesn’t betray his collected demeanour, but you know he’s smiling underneath that mask.
"Well, for one…”, you raise one eyebrow, giving him a knowing look, “I think it would get pretty distracting, rather quickly." You bring your joined hands to the level of your eyes and his chest, slowly interlacing your fingers with his. The muscles of his arms seem to tense for a moment.
"...Fair enough."
"Secondly…”, you trail off, eyes flickering up to meet his serious stare, voice losing a bit of its jovial nuance, “...people might start talking."
"Who cares."
His remark is curt and blunt, and it takes you a bit by surprise. He actually sounds as though he wouldn't care less if your coworkers were to start spreading rumours about you two possibly being... intimate. Or perhaps you're merely grasping at straws. After all, you're talking about dancing. Nothing more, right?
"You’re telling me that you wouldn’t care what the others may think or say?" your tone is clearly hesitant this time, vulnerable even, eyes frantically searching his, "...watching us dance like this? Being this close?"
He keeps silent for a long moment, gaze boring into yours. His hands then pull on your wrists, tugging you closer to him. He swiftly wraps his arms around your waist, while your hands fly onto his chest for support as a surprised gasp escapes your mouth.
“How could I give a crap about them or what they think… when I have you here in my arms?”
His straightforward statement catches you off-guard, causing you to stumble upon your feet. It feels like the tables have turned. Your flirtatiousness made him take the bait and now you’re the one who doesn’t know how to act. Your boldness instantly vanishes, it’s as if you never had it in you in the first place. A tardy nervous chuckle slips out of you as you struggle to regain your synced rocking.
“You must’ve had a drink too many, huh Si?”
“Never been more lucid in my life.”
You stare deeply into his eyes, a wild-eyed look on your face, as he firmly holds your gaze. Tension soaks the air around you, you can sense it getting thicker and thicker. Suddenly, there's not a single soul in the pub but you two. Your eyes locked, bodies swaying gently together, lightly brushing against one another. Your heart thumps forcefully against your chest.
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I just want to get your head back, baby
Give you all the love I got, for sure
So, baby, if you've got that feeling
You know I wanna give you that midnight healing
Oh, I just want to make love to you all night long
…
Perhaps it's merely your perception, but the music appears to get louder. The song’s lyrics are now distinctly clear; they echo in your head, tickling your mind like a subtle hint intended specifically for you.
Returning your attention to Simon, you detect a strange glint in his eyes. Did he receive the hint as well? The way his grasp on your waist tightens, palms roving over your sides and drawing you even closer to him, seems to confirm your supposition.
You both seem to lean forward, attracted like magnets, until your faces are merely inches away. The music deafens, slowly making its way into the background, providing the perfect mood for this special moment. Neither of you says a word, instead you let your eyes speak for themselves. Everything around you seems to blur into a negligible mist. Simon has you hypnotised, just as the music did, with the intensity of his gaze and the warmth of his touch. As one of his hands slides up to your neck, fingers grazing the soft hollow area just above your pulse point, a sharp shiver travels up your spine.
The room spins around you. All of a sudden, your heart pounds hard against your chest and in your ears. You sway on your feet with fingers tugging on his jacket to keep your balance. His hands move quickly to your back, to support your body as you shift your weight on him for a moment before catching yourself. You feel hot, dizzy, and out of breath.
"Y/n?"
"J-just give me a moment, will you?" You say rather harshly, unable to keep the rising panic and tension out of your voice.
His concerned gaze is the last thing you see before you abruptly pull away and dash back towards the counter, mind buzzing, chest tightening. You notice Soap’s smile drop into a puzzling look as he watches you rush over but before he can ask you anything, you hear Gaz's hesitant voice coming from behind you.
"What's going on?"
You throw a quick glance over your shoulder, instantly meeting his perplexed look. Your actions seem to have drawn the attention of Price and Laswell, too; you find both of their gazes set on you.
You struggle to take deep breaths, your eyes darting aimlessly from one friendly face to another while your hands clutch around the table edges, fingertips turning white. It takes all your efforts to not raise your gaze toward the dance floor and rest it on the man still standing exactly where you have just left him.
"Nothing! It's all going great!"
Your voice comes out higher pitched than normal but you try to mask it with the most convincing smile you can muster.
You turn toward Johnny before you can witness the other's reactions or give them time to question your words. Your friend pierces you with a questioning look that doesn't leave room for lies.
"I-I think I'm gonna pass out."
He immediately reaches out to place a comforting hand on your arm as he slides his freshly refilled glass towards you.
"You ok? What happened?"
Your hand shakes as you grab the drink. You rub it to your forehead, cheeks, and neck before moving it to your lips. The cool sensation of the glass against your feverish skin seems to ease your panic, even if only a little. You focus completely on the cold liquid scorching down your throat as you take a long sip.
You gasp, pulling from the rim of the glass. "Nothing. It's just-" you take another deep breath, squeezing your eyes shut,"...it felt all-too real, all-too quickly, I guess. I'm not entirely sure. I panicked."
"Y/n," he coos softly, gently squeezing your arm, "you don't have to do anything you don't want to-"
"But that's the point! I want it! We were so close, I mean… you saw it! If it wasn't for the mask, I’m pretty sure he would’ve leaned in for a kiss. I-I felt my heart was about to burst!” The words fall out of your mouth in a nervous rambling. “I wanted to close the distance so bad… that I fucking ran away." A deprecating chuckle escapes you, eyes rolling in disbelief. "I'm so fucking stupid!"
Johnny squeezes your shoulder again, offering you a genuine smile.
"You are not stupid, y/n... Well, maybe just a little bit." He grins in response to your not-so-convincing glare. "Could a little more privacy help you feel better? You know there are rooms upstairs, you could always go there if you want to..."
You watch as his hand disappears inside his jacket and reappears a moment later, holding a small silver key between his fingers. He holds it out to you and you take it from him mindlessly.
Soap laughs as he detects the mute query in your stunned expression.
"I took it earlier thinking I might get lucky and use it for myself, but it looks like I’m not the lucky one tonight…"
Your gaze darts from your friend's face to the key, then back to him. Your heart starts racing again as the true meaning that small metallic object holds hits you like an unforeseen gunshot to the chest. You let out a loud groan, your hands flying to your face to hide your grimace.
"What is it now?"
"Johnny...", his name falls out of your lips in a sing-songy cry, barely audible above the music and chatter. Lips quivering both in embarrassment and fear for the confession you’re about to make. With a whisper, you share, "I've never been with anyone before... I've never even kissed anyone." You chance a look at your friend through your fingers. "What if I make a fool out of myself in front of Simon? Hell, who am I kidding? I-I already have!"
The astonished expression on Soap's face only aggravates your growing anxiety.
"Creeping Jesus! Y/n… I thought you… uhm, it’s okay-," he awkwardly shifts in his seat, his mouth opening and shutting without emitting a single sound, at least not one that you can hear. His gaze abruptly darts to the side, focusing on something far over your shoulder before moving back to rest on you with a barely concealed alarm. "Ok, take a deep breath, he's coming over."
You only have time to curse under your breath and pull your hands away from your face before you feel a presence behind you that makes every hair on your body stand on end.
When you hear your name being called, you turn warily to face the man standing by your side, stomach twisting as you meet his inquisitive stare. You believe you can also see a flicker of hurt in his eyes, too.
"Simon, I'm… I'm-"
"She needed some fuel, L.T.!" Soap rushes to your aid, grinning up at Ghost and smacking him on the arm - a little too hard. "She's all good now… right, y/n?"
He gives you a quizzical look, as if he's asking whether you're ready to handle the situation on your own or if you need more time; at least, that's what you believe he’s trying to convey.
You respond with a feeble nod before your gaze shifts to Simon. You offer him your glass. "A sip?"
He stares at you intently, seemingly studying your face, his expression now unreadable.
"No."
"A-alright, more for me..." you fake a smile and then guzzle the drink all in one go. You slam the empty glass on the counter as you suck air through your teeth, grimacing at the piercing sensation of the scorching liquor spreading inside your system. Your gaze is drawn to Soap's, and you give him a somewhat confident smile, which he returns with a little wink.
Your hand then moves on its own accord, finding Ghost's large palm and interlacing your fingers with his; the contact sends a chill up your spine. When you look up at him, a ghost of a smile appears on your lips. You're not sure what you're doing or what's going to happen, but you try not to second-guess yourself too much and risk screwing up for the second time in a row.
Taking a step back, away from the counter, you beckon him to follow you.
"Come with me…"
He does not resist your pull. He does not hesitate for even one second. He trails behind you as you lead him up the stairs and to the second floor.
Neither of you dare utter a single word as you walk through the corridor and come to a door that matches the number on the key Soap gave you. You don't dare glance at him as you walk in, taking in the dim tavern-like atmosphere of the tiny bedroom. Your gaze is immediately drawn to the king size bed in the centre, which takes up most of the space. Your mouth goes dry. You wonder what Simon might be thinking, if the same thoughts that course through your mind are pestering him as well.
The sound of the door being closed startles you and makes you whirl around. Your gaze immediately captures his, and you gulp under his piercing stare.
With slow heavy steps that mismatch your thundering heartbeat, he walks over to you, stopping only when he’s towering right over you, standing tall in all his imposing height. You keep your gaze levelled in front of you, unable to meet his eyes, however his fingers curl under your chin and nudge your head up, forcing you to face him.
" Princess… " he murmurs in a low breathy tone, his voice tinged with something akin to irritation, “why are you playing little games with me?”
Your stomach flips again. Of course he’d assume you’ve been messing with him, leading him on; it’s only fair considering the odd behaviour you’ve had all night. And probably not just tonight.
“I’m not, trust me…”
He pauses for a brief moment, his keen eyes studying your face, possibly looking for proof of your sincerity.
"You brought me here. Why ?"
"I-I don't know…"
"You don't know?"
You mentally reprimand yourself for your dumb answer and shake your head in an attempt to dissipate the haze that has settled over your mind.
"I mean, I know why, but-" you try to swallow but your throat is dry. The intensity of his dark eyes boring into yours causes you to stutter, "f-fuck Si, you make me so nervous I can't even think straight!"
Your voice comes out louder than intended and soaked with frustration. Your hand moves on his wrist, tugging at it to pry yourself free from his grasp, but his hold on you does not relent.
"You were dancing for all the pub to see until a minute ago, and I make you nervous?"
"Yes! Of course! I don't give a damn about those strangers! Why should I? Besides that's not the point! You make me nervous because you are... you are-"
You shake your head again as you let out a shuddering breath, your gaze averted from his. You know you can't really back down now. You have to tell him the truth but it's damn hard to find the right words to express exactly how you feel. And more than that, to finally find the courage to say them.
You feel like your heart is on the verge of bursting out of your chest.
"You’re someone I really care about, Simon."
His fingers squeeze your chin, urging you to look up, and when you do you notice that his eyes have softened.
“That made you panic?”
You give him a lopsided smile, but a short-lived one, for your anxieties come tumbling back, slithering into your mind and compelling you to address them, once and for all.
"T-There's something else..."
You want to tell him that you've never been with a man before, that you've never even had your first kiss yet, and that the thought of him, the only man you’ve ever loved, desired , possibly being your first, makes you incredibly nervous and self-conscious. You really want to tell him everything and free yourself of this burden but your voice gets stuck in your throat and you gape up at him, feeling your stomach churn.
Simon waits patiently for you to speak up, his fingers still holding your chin. The soft look he offers you seems to ease your tension a little.
"I have…”, you draw a sharp breath, "...no experience in this field , if you catch my drift...”. You mutter those few words in a small voice as your face twists into a grimace.
Your confession hangs in the air for what feels like eternity, your heart seems to have stopped beating altogether.
"I know."
“Wha-?!”
You are completely thrown off by his matter-of-fact tone.
"H-how? Why-" you stutter, mouth gaping, your eyes wide. How could he know? You've never told anybody, not until a few minutes ago. But he couldn't have heard you, could he? That would be impossible.
"Is it really so fucking obvious?"
"No.”
In stark contrast to yours, his voice sounds cool and collected. His fingers graze your skin as they move up from your chin to your cheek. "I figured you had no idea how this worked when suddenly you’re lacking your usual confidence and turning into a bloody school-girl. It threw me off at first. I thought you didn’t want this…”
" Hell…”, your head slowly shakes in disbelief, eyes darting to the side.
Suddenly you don’t know if you should feel relieved, ashamed or sorry for it all. Your own body chooses for you, opting for an odd mix of the three; shoulders slumping, mind buzzing, you stare into space while his words sink in.
So he's been into you the whole time but your mixed signals, caused by your stupid anxieties, have made it look like you were not into him? Or that you were just playing with him? Seriously? What kind of shitty B-rated rom com is this?
" So , you've never been held by a man.” Simon’s calm voice draws you back to the moment, his fingers taking hold of your chin once again. “ Blimey . Is that what makes you so nervous?"
"Is it really not a problem for you?" you ask out of genuine curiosity, brows furrowing as your eyes meet his.
Simon’s scoff almost turns into a hearty laugh as he holds your gaze, eyes crinkling.
"No man has ever put their filthy hands on you and I should be - what? Sad? Disappointed? For God's sake, princess..."
He shakes his head, fingertips taking better hold of your jaw as he leans down.
“You and your worries…” His tone is almost scolding but playfully so, eyes studying every feature of your face. “Stop thinking so much, you numpty . It’s not good for you.”
“Tell me something I don’t know…”, you let out a long shuddering breath, in an attempt to let go of the lingering worry still tightening your throat, "I just… don't want to fuck this up, Si. You mean too much to me..."
He hums softly.
Silence engulfs you. A silence tinged with renewed tension. Not the type of tension that fuels your anxieties but the kind that makes you warm inside. Soft distant notes coming from downstairs fill the room, washing over you in a soothing yet electric wave, reminding you of the dance you shared, of how close you were and the desire that was rising, burning hot, inside of you.
Just like a magnet the attraction between you and Simon grows.
His free hand moves on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him and just like before, out of instinct, your hands land on his chest. He holds your chin high, his gaze piercing straight to your heart.
"Do you want me to kiss you?"
You bite your lip, surprised by his forwardness, a nervous giggle shaking through you. "What kind of question is that-"
"Do you want me to kiss you, princess?"
He asks a second time with a more serious tone that makes your nervous giddiness fade. Looking deep into his eyes, you take a long breath to ease your racing heart, or at least attempt to.
"Y-yeah, I want you to kiss me."
His hand moves over yours resting on his chest, and guides it up to his neck.
"Pull up my mask, uncover my mouth. Only my mouth."
You stop breathing altogether, heart jumping in your throat.
"Y-You want me to do it?"
"Aye."
Touching his mask, pulling it up to uncover his face feels like such an intimate gesture… Your eyes roam reverently over his newly uncovered skin as your fingers gently peel up the fabric of his balaclava, until his mouth is completely exposed to your sight and you can let your adoring gaze truly linger for the first time. You’ve caught glimpses of his face before, his chin looking vaguely familiar for the few times you’ve seen Simon drink or eat in front of you and the team. But that’s all it has ever been: glimpses. You’ve never been allowed to study his clean-shaved chin and alluring mouth like you are now, from so up close.
"You have pretty lips…"
Your comment slips out of your mouth before your mind could register it and you grimace out of embarrassment. "Uh, sorry, that was-"
Words die on your tongue as soon as you feel his hand firmly squeeze your jaw. Your eyes immediately dart to his, which bore into yours. Slowly - breathtakingly slow, he draws closer until his lips hover inches away from yours and you can feel his hot breath on your skin. You swallow dry. In a heartbeat he closes the distance, kissing you gently, softly but with a clear, barely-withheld passion.
You respond to the kiss after a moment of stun. The contact of his lips on yours feels like a soft dream at first, one that seizes your mind in a haze and makes you walk on cloud nine, and then grows in force, as if Simon can't contain his desire any longer.
Your lips part and his tongue slips into your hot mouth, eager to explore this new territory. You moan in the kiss and meet him in a twisting dance of control.
Every move comes surprisingly natural to you, as if you’ve done this a million times before.
His hand travels down from your back to your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh with a possessive squeeze, then slips even lower to lift your short black dress at its edges and tug it upward just enough to expose the back of your thighs. He doesn't waste time when moving his hand onto that newly uncovered area, kneading the tight flesh there as he bends forward, causing you to arch your back and latch your hands around his neck. Bodies tucking closer.
You take a deep breath as you slightly pull away, lips still grazing his, your hot breaths merging together.
All the words you thought would play out in your head in such an important moment are now nowhere to be found. Instead, it’s all just a feeling of rightness between you and him. None of your fantasies could have ever prepared you for a feeling so… intoxicated.
"Simon…", you usher in a barely audible whisper, slipping your hand under his jacket and feeling his muscles tense under your wandering touch. His lust clouded eyes search yours, his chest heaving hard, hands pressing against you and relenting a second later, as if he’s trying to restrain himself.
"...I want you to be my first."
A guttural sound comes out of his mouth at your words, his fingers spread again on your ass cheek, squeezing it hard and causing you to whimper. His gaze seems to get darker and he draws closer once more, teeth grazing your bottom lip, nibbling at it.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive."
And just like that, as if a barrier has been finally lifted, his lips crush onto yours once more but harder, hungrier than the first time. In one swift motion he yanks the biker jacket off your shoulders and tosses it on the floor. You instantly match his eagerness, returning the favour; his own windbreaker dropping at your feet.
Before your mind can register what’s happening, you find yourself back against the wall, your shoulder blades hitting the hard surface in an audible thud. You feel your guts twist as heat starts to pool in your belly.
Your lips are still connected, unwilling to separate. His hands dive on your hips, the thin fabric of your flared dress creases under his ravenous groping. One hand slides down, curling up the hem and slipping underneath, meeting the side of your bare upper thigh. His palm closes around it, firmly, possessively as he lifts your leg up to his hip; you wouldn’t be surprised if you were to find a red mark on your skin later, nor would you be displeased. You moan in his mouth in response and let your own hands wander on his body, blindly scanning the muscles of his torso from above his sweatshirt, only to slide lower and lower, until you find its edges and curl them up. Your fingers sneak under the fabric, meeting the smooth skin of his abdomen; his muscles tense up at the teasing contact. Your palms climb up his abs, his pecks, committing the tactile sensation of every inch of his taut torso to memory.
As you both pull away, gasping for air, you let your eyes fall to where your hands disappear under his clothes; you want to look at him, feast your hungry eyes on his naked body but before you can do it yourself, Simon grabs the hem of his sweatshirt and pulls it off his head, adding it to the rest of your discarded clothes. However, he doesn’t give you time to take his bare chest in, for he grabs the back of your thighs and lifts you up like you weigh nothing at all, walks you over to the bed and drops you on the mattress.
Only at this moment are you allowed to let your eyes wander over the muscles of his torso, probably the only part of his body you've already had the pleasure of seeing in the past, although mostly in not so pleasant times, when he needed to be patched up. This time it's totally different. Your hungry gaze devours every inch of him, glinting in twisted pleasure when it meets the scars that you remember having tended to yourself.
You're too eager to touch him again to keep laying there waiting. Quickly throwing your boots off the side of the bed, you crawl on your knees toward him, hands latching on the inseam of his trousers to unzip them. In the meantime he yanks his own boots off his feet and out of the way, with eyes glued to yours.
When you're done with his zip, before you can tug his jeans down, he pushes you back on the mattress and joins you on the bed, settling himself on top of your body, knees resting at either side of your legs.
“I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time.”
The way his raspy voice breaks a little as he ushers his confession makes your stomach twist.
“Do w-what, exactly?”
His hands move on your collarbone, peeling the thin straps of your dress and your bra off your shoulders. You allow him to tug them down your chest as you look up at him with nothing but unyielding passion. His eyes wander over your freshly uncovered breasts and you can see his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, jaw setting hard.
He takes a moment to answer, staring down at you, perhaps struggling to give voice to something that has been swirling against the recesses of his mind for quite some time.
“Push you on a bed, pin your body under mine and… taste you.”
A sharp shiver runs up your spine at his words, heart skipping a beat.
One of his palms closes around your breast, firmly squeezing the soft flesh, while the other lifts the skirt of your dress up to your stomach. Without missing a beat he bends down beneath your thighs and presses his mouth against your panties, just above your lower belly.
“Oh!”
Your hips buck up on their own at the sudden stomach-churning contact. His free hand moves to rest on your upper thigh, pressing your body back against the mattress.
"This is uncharted territory, innit?"
"I-It is, Lieutenant…", you match his playful tone even though your voice is but a mere whisper, struggling to get out in between your ragged breaths, "...nobody has yet claimed that path..."
You hear him hum in appreciation and you feel his voice too, vibrating against your core.
"Don't mind if I do."
You take a sharp breath as you feel his lips press against you again, only lower this time, teasing your most sensitive part. The thin fabric of your underwear does nothing to muffle the intense touch and yet the obstacle irritates you, you want it out of the way and Simon seems to share your feelings. Both his hands move on your hips, grabbing the hem of your panties and sliding them down and off your legs. A thrill curses through your whole body at the sight of your undies being tucked inside the back pocket of his jeans. Simon’s eyes crinkle lightly as they watch your reaction, lips curving into a smirk.
You don’t really care about them now, whether he’s planning on returning them or making you walk out of here butt naked. All your attention is drawn to the cool breath blowing against your delicate skin, turning hot only a second later as Simon leans closer, until you feel his lips meet your heat and cause you to whimper. The cloth of his mask grazing against your folds only adds to the stimulating touch.
His hot tongue swipes up your core once, twice, with hands spreading you wider for him to reach every inch of you. Another slow stripe from your entrance up to your clitoris and your body shakes in ecstasy. He latches his lips to you and starts to suck hard, swirling his tongue around your nub and dragging it up and down along your wetness.
He said it. He wanted to taste you. And that is exactly what he’s doing, with no hesitation whatsoever, nor waste of time. You’re already a quivering mess beneath him, pathetic whines falling from your parted lips, hands closing in fists as fingers dig into the sheets.
“F-Fuck, Simon…”
You feel his soft chuckle against you; it drives you mad.
He shifts from his position, lips pulling away as he grabs the back of your thighs to tug you closer and pin your spread legs to your stomach. You chance a look at him through your heavy lidded eyes. His lips and chin are wet with your juices, the sight ignites a fire inside you that you’ve never felt before. The way you’re spread for him, your privateness so thoroughly exposed for the first time in your life… you thought that you’d be embarrassed, that you’d be awfully shy to show yourself like this, especially to him. You do sense a faint tightness in your stomach and a warmth spreading in your face, yet there’s another feeling prevailing over the rest. A feeling that surges from Simon himself; the way he leans back down, hands travelling up your body to grab your breasts, the way he’s devouring you like a starved man, the way he’s taking care of you, making sure to pleasure you, to make you feel good… It allows no room for awkwardness or discomfort, only a warm pervasive and soothing feeling of pure care and devotion to wash over you and envelope you whole.
The lewd sound of his mouth working against you has long prevailed over the music and it only seems to grow in tone the more the tightening of the heat in your belly grows in intensity. You feel it coming, the high is close. Your hands fly toward him, landing on his head. You grab his mask, tug at it, feeling it slip from its place, then you freeze abruptly, as soon as you realise what you’re doing. You look down again, instantly meeting Simon’s hard stare. A strange glint passes over his eyes; he seems to ponder something for a moment then come to a final decision. In a few dismissive moves, he pulls away from you, grabs the dark fabric curled under his nose and yanks it off his head, throwing it carelessly on the floor.
Your heart is sent into a frenzy. It no longer knows what to do; whether it should keep thundering in your heart for the intense and building pleasure or stopping altogether for the shock of what you have just witnessed. Your wide eyes wander toward him, curious and hesitant at the same time but they only catch a glimpse of his bare face before he disappears between your legs once again, latching his mouth on you even more greedily than before, possibly feeling more free in his movements without the mask impediment. You want to watch him, stare at him as he drives you to heaven but your head falls back on the mattress, eyes squeezing shut and back arching sharply as a wave of skin-crawling chills sets your entire body aflame. It is nothing like the orgasms you’ve had before, when you touch yourself. This is a new feeling; it’s intense, it goes to your head, it makes you dizzy and wordless. It makes you feel loved.
Simon keeps moving against you, tongue curling at your entrance, gathering up the fruits of his hard work. His hands still pinning your thighs close to your stomach, fingers digging in your soft flesh as he eases your shakes.
Your mind is still struggling to come out of the haze when your hand blindly travels down in search of him. Fingers tug at his short locks of hair, urging him to come up to meet you. He lingers a moment longer to press a soft kiss on your swollen bundle of nerves, then on your lower belly and between your breasts as he makes his ascent. Finally he faces you, eyes meeting again.
If your body wasn't already heavily overwhelmed, the sight of his beautiful sharp features would send all your senses into overdrive.
He looks at you so openly, dark eyes twinkling with adoration and what you can only read as vulnerability, that you find yourself unsure of how to act.
Would this special moment turn awkward if you were to make a comment on his looks? You wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Removing his mask must take such an effort… you don’t want to risk making this more stressful for him. You opt for keeping your comments to yourself, at least for now.
Instead, you let your hand rest on his face, caressing his skin, softly, slowly, as if it’s the most fragile thing in the world and you have to handle it with utmost care. You hope that by doing this you can show him and reassure him that everything is ok, nothing has changed, surely not for the worse. That you deeply appreciate the fact that he decided to let his guards down, to be vulnerable with you. That’s what you try to convey with your adoring gaze and your tender touch, and you sincerely hope it reaches him.
When you feel him lean into your touch, a content smile spreads on your face and you instinctively tilt your head up, capturing his damp lips in a passionate kiss that instantly rekindles the desire inside of you. Simon matches your eagerness, hands travelling down your body to caress, grab, squeeze, grope and tease anything he finds on his path. You do the same, mapping his muscular torso, skimming your fingers down to his navel.
For a moment, only a moment, you hesitate to go lower as you get caught up in your head, worries threatening to hold you back again, but the way he interrupts the contact of your lips to place a trail of sloppy kisses down the sensitive skin of your neck makes your worries fade again and you slip your hand inside his unzipped jeans. You relish in hearing the guttural sound that rewards your action; it compels you to rub your hand over his boxers with more confidence, feeling his bulge with a light squeeze.
Simon hastily brings his hand to his waistband and tugs it down, his boxers receive the same treatment. Your hand now closes around his erection, giving it a few tentative strokes. He draws a sharp breath.
“ Bloody hell , princess…”
He mutters in the crook of your neck and you shiver. His reaction encourages you to increase the vigour of your movements.
“Is this ok?”
He hums softly, hips starting to buck in sync with your hand. He lets you fondle him, drag your fingers on the tip wet with precum, make him moan in pleasure as your hold around his girth tightens… then he pulls away, grabs your hand and brings it to his lips for a soft peck on its back.
You follow his movements, eyes drawn to his lips then flickering down to his cock. By the touch you assumed it was pretty big and the sight only confirms your thoughts but it shocks you anyway.
You hear him huff a laugh through his nose.
“Do you think you can take me, mh?”
Your eyes dart back to his face, meeting his amused look.
“I don’t know…”, you bite your lips, the angles of your mouth curling up in a playful smirk, “but I sure as hell ain’t gonna back down from a challenge.”
Your heart soars with joy seeing his face crack into a pleasantly surprised expression, a chuckle coming out of his mouth.
“Good girl.”
He pins you with his mesmerising gaze, bending down on you again. He leans on the side, toward the bedside table. You crane your neck to watch. His hand slips into a black smoking-bowl and comes back with a small metallic sachet. Protection. Of course. This place is well-equipped. Your curious eyes keep following his movements as he takes the condom and secures it onto his throbbing erection. You swallow as his gaze moves back on your face, your stomach starts churning again. He seems to sense your nervousness and leans down, hand grabbing your jaw, eyes piercing right into yours.
“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll be gentle.”
You nod with a smile, then take a deep breath.
“It’s okay. I trust you, Si.”
He leans in for a quick soft kiss, hand guiding his erection between your legs, tip rubbing against your slit to coat it in your wetness. Your whole body tingles in anticipation.
“Stop me anytime if you need to.”
He waits for your confirmation before he slides in, bit by bit, easing you to the intrusion. An instant groan comes out of his mouth.
“Oh, you’re so fucking tight!”
Your brows furrow, your jaw sets, soft cries come out of you as he settles inside your walls but you don’t stop him. He kisses your neck, right on the spot he learned that makes you quiver the most, your hands clutched at his sides. It doesn’t take long for the nagging feeling to fade and for you to get accustomed to the sensation as your core stretches to welcome him fully.
Simon feels your body relax and starts to push into you, slowly, carefully, letting out pleased grunts of his own. His hands wrap around the back of your thighs and lift them up to his waist. You latch your legs around his body, a maneuver that allows him to bury his cock deeper inside you and that causes a loud moan to erupt from you.
“G-God… That’s…”
His lips trail back from your neck to your jaw, teasingly brushing your skin, until they hover on your open mouth; his eyes take in your contorting features with a pleased smile.
He rocks at a steady pace against you while his hands roam your body, travel up your hips, caress your breasts, skim along the shape of your arms, stopping only to let his fingers interlace with yours, and pin your hands down to the mattress, at either side of your head.
You feel your lucidity slip from you completely. No coherent words come out of you, only a nonsensical mumbling. The way he’s thrusting inside of you, so deep and precise, hitting that perfect spot at each push, it takes every fiber in your being not to scream out loud and make the whole pub know how Simon’s fucking you sensless.
You can only focus on how you’re connected to him, how he is filling you up so beautifully, how your bodies move wonderfully together; it’s almost like a dance, a primal animalistic dance that belongs to you two only. You even have the music to accompany your dance moves, a soft sensual melody that perfectly complements your passion-imbued union of trembling bodies.
So this is how it feels to have sex? This is how it feels to be wholly consumed by lust and desire? Or could this overwhelming sensation simply be Simon’s doing? To have him make love to you?
“Y/n…”
It takes a lot of effort for you to hum back in response.
Simon’s lips crush clumsily against yours as his movements become frantic and sloppier. He must be close to reaching the high. And so are you. Your eyelids are heavy, your sight slightly blurred and unfocused.
“Si, I think I’m about to-”
He pulls away from your lips, spine straightening, piercing eyes landing on your face as one of his hands slips from yours and travels along your body, down toward your core. He deliberately rubs your slit with his palm before he picks up a hectic waving motion to stroke your swollen nub, immediately triggering a shock wave of shivers to spiral up your back. Your head spins at the additional stimuli. Your eyes squeeze shut, cries fall out of your mouth as you contort in pleasure.
You feel his other hand grab your jaw and shake it lightly, demanding your attention.
“Eyes on me, beautiful.”
You look up at him with glazed eyes, dizzy and yearning for your release. With every stroke and every thrust you lose yourself more and more into the bliss.
His hand settles on your neck, closing around your throat, not hard enough to delay your breathing but providing you with such a thrilling and wicked pressure that makes you salivate and that instantly sends heat flaring in your belly, causing your need to build faster and even more intense.
Panting hard, your hands now free, you grip onto Simon’s strong arms while you progressively lose focus on every way he’s indulging your desire, instead centring your heightened senses on the feelings he’s awakening. The last thread of restraint then finally snaps and you reach the peak, core lightening with an answering flame that you’ve never felt before. You lose yourself in the waves of pleasure overtaking you, barely taking notice of Simon’s rutting inside you once, twice, three more times before his body goes still against you and a deep groan erupts from him. Both of you anchor the other’s body, pressing together, relishing in the other’s shudders and panting breaths. You’re so flush against him that you can feel his heart, challenging your own in a speed race and then gradually slowing down.
Chest heaving, you cradle the back of his head, letting your fingers thread between the roots of his hair, while he blows his hot breath on the crook of your neck as you both ease down from your highs. The warmth of his body is comforting against yours, you never want him to let go. The rousing feeling of his cock still buried inside you, resting between your fluttering walls is one you could easily get used to. It almost takes your breath away when Simon slides out of you, leaving you bare.
His damp lips press against your boiling skin, trailing up your jaw. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, committing this idyllic moment to memory.
His thumb gently strokes your chin, fingers resting upon your cheek. When you open your eyes, he's already looking at you with the loveliest smile you've ever seen graze his face. You return it with one of your own.
"Si..." you pause, staring deep into his eyes. There's so much you want to say, a multitude of emotions running wild and untamed inside of you that needs to be addressed and yet you struggle to find the right words to tell him how you feel.
The realisation of what has just happened downs on you. You've spent years fantasising about this moment, fearing the real thing wouldn't even come close to your idealised perfect first time. Wondering when, where, with whom you would live through this experience. You're euphoric to admit to yourself that the real thing has surpassed the fantasy by a landslide.
"I'm... glad it was you."
It sounds silly when you say it. You could have chosen from a billion other thoughts you had swirling in your head, yet this one drowned out the rest. But as silly as it may sound, it’s the truth: you’re beyond thrilled he was your first. There’s no other man in your life that you trust, respect, and love as much as him with whom you could share such intimacy.
You see the angle of his lips curl up to one side, the pad of his thumb softly brushing the outline of your bottom lip.
" I'm glad it was me ."
Your face cracks as you erupt in a giggle. With your palm against his cheek, you gently push him away. "Simon..."
He smiles down at you, his eyes crinkling as he leans down again to kiss the crown of your head before drawing all the way back and getting off the bed.
Your gaze follows him as he tosses the used condom into the trash can and pulls up his underwear and jeans. As he picks up the rest of his clothes from the floor and gets dressed again, your devoted gaze glides up and down his body, a permanent smile engraved to your lips. You feel so lucky to be able to witness such a sight… You still have a hard time believing your eyes.
“Now, who’s enjoying the show ?”
His amused glance meets yours, and you give him a sheepish smile, followed by a shrug.
"I'm just taking it all in..."
"Oh, you've already taken it all in , princess."
You let out a shocked scoff, your mouth wide open. You dismissively wave your hand in front of your face and shake your head, as you feel a crawl of heat flooding to your cheeks.
"Oh, shut up..."
You love his sense of humour. It’s one of the qualities you like the most about him. And now that you’re… well, even closer to him, the sarcasm is only bound to get more pungent. Not that you’d complain about it.
His low chuckle fills your ears as you distract yourself by adjusting your bra and dress, then taking a seat on the side of the bed to slip your boots back on. You notice a heap of black and white fabric on the floor at your feet and bend down to pick it up. It's his balaclava.
The thought doesn’t even have time to fully form in your mind that you’re already pulling the mask over your head. Unfortunately there’s no mirror in the room to check your reflection, to see how the skull fits you but the cloth feels surprisingly nice against your skin and… you can smell his scent.
The sudden lack of rustling from behind you causes you to spin around and you find Simon staring at you, holding your jacket. He walks toward you, handing you the garment, reaching then for your face to adjust the fabric on your nose and on your chin. He stops to give you an appraising look.
"It looks better on me."
You chuckle, smacking him playfully on the chest. “Oh, c’mon… what if I want to wear one, too?”
"And hide your beautiful face? Negative.”
“Well, then…”, you pin him with a challenging look, palms pressing hard against your cheeks, securing the mask on your head. “I won’t let you hide your beautiful face, either.”
You see him softly shake his head as he huffs a chuckle through his nose. After a moment, he reaches for his back pocket and retrieves your undies, waving them high above your head.
“What? You’ll put those on your head instead?”
You try to suppress the laugh by biting on your lips but it erupts out of you anyway, like a river in flood. The pointed look he gives you only makes it worse.
“Alright, alright…”
Still snickering, you pull on the fabric and peel it off your head, holding it out to him.
He takes the mask from you but doesn’t let go of your undies. He puts them back in his pocket as casually as he took them out.
You scoff, tilting your head to the side. "Really?"
“I’m keeping them, as a memento.”
You stare at him, appraising his solemn expression. If he wants them then you’ll let him have them - the fabric is ruined anyway. They're not even your favourite pair, thankfully.
“First and last time you steal something from me, Si!”
“Can’t make promises, princess.”
Your chest swells as you try to read between the lines. It's inevitable. You can't help but wonder if he means to tell you something else. Will there be a next time, or multiple next times? Does he plan on stealing something else? Like, your heart? To be honest, he's already halfway there, but he doesn't need to know that. At least not yet.
You keep on looking into each other's eyes for a bit longer. You think you can detect the profound fondness behind his look. Your lips curl up in a shy smile.
“Ehm… I believe we kept the guys waiting long enough." you say, breaking the silence. "We should get back downstairs."
He gives you a curt nod but instead of moving away, he draws closer to you. Taking your chin between his fingers, he leans down and angles your head to brush one more kiss against your lips. The contact is strikingly gentle and it takes your breath away. It’s a kiss infused with unspoken words of devotion, promises, feelings which are too strong to be shared so early on but that are already there, growing, blossoming. Both your hearts are gardens in bloom.
He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours for a lingering moment before taking a step back and disguising his face once again.
The action saddens you but at the same time it fills your chest with pride; you're the only one who has been blessed to bask in the beauty of his seldom-seen bare face and no one else will receive such special treatment. Not today. Hopefully never. Is it selfish of you to wish that? Perhaps, but you don't care. Not when images of your lovemaking are still so fresh in your mind. Not when you can still feel the worshipping touch of his hands and tongue on your body. Certainly not when the cool, humid air of the room hits the wetness of your exposed core beneath the dress.
You exchange a knowing look before moving towards the door and walking down the stairs together. That soothing tune, now linked with poignant core memories, floods in your ears once again, growing louder as you return to the main area and towards the bar. Your team is still at the counter, exactly where you left them... how long ago? You have no idea how much time has passed. You were too engrossed in your passion to pay attention to the outside world and its trivialities.
Johnny glances behind his shoulder just as you and Simon make a beeline toward the group. You can see his lips moving; he must be saying something to the others because they all crane their heads to look at you before returning to their drinks. Soap is the only one who whirls around, bivouacing on his seat and all over the counter like a fucking braggart as he meets your eyes and winks at you.
Oh, he'll take yours and Simon's hookup as a personal victory, and he'll brag about it; you already know it. But you're far too happy right now to be bothered by it. Let him gloat. You're the one who got the reward, anyway.
When you eventually make it to the bar, no one acknowledges your arrival. Nobody says anything about your absence or the dance prior to that. Their silence only serves to emphasise that they are all aware of what happened. The furtive glances they cast your way, some more mischievous than others, serve as plain confirmation.
"Now that we're all here, I suppose we can head out."
The captain's voice calls out to everyone as he stands up from the barstool. "Unless the two lovebirds fancy one last drink?"
You try to ignore the appellation he used and the way your stomach flipped in response. You raise one hand and shake your head, avoiding his eyes as well as the urge to glance up at Simon. "I'm good."
A beat.
"Alright then. Off we go."
On cue, everyone gets off their seats, some knocking back their glasses, others stretching their legs. You take advantage of the shuffle to walk over to Johnny and hold out the key to him. He takes it back without a word but the sly smile playing on his face is hard to miss. You hope at least he has the decency to hold off of grilling you for deets until you’re back at the HQ.
You seem to catch a movement in your peripheral vision: Price giving Simon a firm pat on the shoulder? You’re tempted to turn your head to take a better look when a loud scoff interrupts you and draws your attention back to your best mate.
"Bloody hell, y/n! You and L.T. are not joking around!"
Your brows furrow upon hearing his remark and when you follow the trajectory of his stunned look, your eyes widen as they meet the cloth of your undies poking out of his back pocket. You spring into action right away, grasping the exposed edge to yank it farther inside his jeans. Simon’s own hand reaches behind him to wrap around yours, fingers interlacing, as he maintains his focus on Price in front of him. Your chest swells at the gesture, heat rising in your cheeks, but you manage to turn around and zap Johnny with a fierce glare anyway.
He makes a show of zipping his lips and throwing away the key. However, the grin he flashes you is so contagious that you find yourself returning one of your own.
It appears like you're in for a ride full of taunts, jokes, knowing looks and funny name-calling. Your mates will give you two no rest… but who gives a shit about it? Simon said it first. Why should you care? You'll take this and much worse if it means getting the chance to explore your feelings with the man of your dreams and spending many more nights out - or inside his spacious office - dancing together.
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blood on the ice
December 26, 2022
The third time that Carter was playing in the Word Junior Championship and probably the last year Carter would accept joining the team, she is about half way done her rookie year for the Vancouver Canucks and had been able to be released to play in the WJC.
It was 2-2 against Czech, starting in the second period with Carter scoring the first goal of the game and Czech scoring two goals after that and Connor scoring goal with an assist from Carter before the end of the first period.
Carter was skating down the ice as her teamate had shot the puck into the air towards the Czech goal and as she went to reach for it suddenly something fast came towards her and smacked her right into the face making her fall back right into the ice. Carter could feel her cheek getting wet and held a hand to her cheek feeling her whole face throbbing in pain. She rolled over on the ice trying to take a deep breaths that seemed to make the pain even worse she looked at the ice seeing it bloody and knew she bleeding and pretty heavily from how much blood was already on the ice.
Connor looked over from where he was skating on the ice seeing a player on the Czech team swinging his stick right into Carters cheek and her falling to the ground, there was blood all over her gloves and he saw the blood all over the ice as she turned over, he quickly skated right to her placing a hand on her back as the medics rushed onto the ice and helped Carter stand and they took her off the ice and down the tunnel.
Connor watched her leave and has never seen in her in that much pain he bent down grabbing her stick from the ice and skated to the bench handing it to the equipment manager. Connor saw their coach was talking with the referee making sure the player gets the right penalty.
Connor was the standing the closer to Czech bench and heard a group laughing he listened in, “She’ll now know that she shouldn’t be playing with the men, she should be in the kicthen where she belongs.”
Mason Mctavish saw Connor jaw clenching and his eyes sharpened at the player and suddenly the player was laughing again and before anyone could even stop him, Connor had left his gloves on the bench before skating right to the player and punching him across the face before slamming him into the glass.
“Now you’re so quiet.” Connor angrily sneered at the player who was staring at Connor with wide eyes, Connor slammed his shoulders into the glass, “What not so funny now is it.”
“I-“ The player stuttered genuinely frightened from the angry Connor. An angry Connor that has never had gotten into a fight on the ice before, but hurting his best friend can easily change that.
“I-“ Connor snapped mocking him before leaning closer so only the player could hear him, “If i ever hear a word about her come from your fucking mouth again, you’ll never be able to pick up a hockey stick. Understand.”
“I said do you understand.” Connor snapped pushing the player into the glass even more.
“I U-understand.” The player spluttered out.
Connor gave a curt nod before pushing him into the glass and letting the player go as the referee had grabbed Connor’s shoulder and led him to the penalty box, but it was a penalty Connor would gladly take a penalty if that player didn’t open they mouth about Carter again.
Carter was led into the medical room. Her parents and Luke quickly headed to the medical room from where they were watching from the stands. Carter got set onto the medial bed and reluctantly pulled her hand from her cheek making Ellen wince slightly seeing her daughter already bruising and all the blood that is covering her face. Carter looked towards Luke and he immediately walked over gently taking her gloves off for her and held her hand squeezing it.
Carter let the doctor clean up her face and x-ray her face, hoping nothing is broken. Carter has a deep gash across her cheekbone from the hit so the doctor stitched it up stopping a lot of the bleeding before putting ointment and bandaging the wound. The doctor left the room to look over the x-rays leaving Carter in the room with her family.
“How are you feeling sweetheart?” Ellen pressed a soft kiss on the top of her daughter’s head.
“I’d like to be on the ice.” Carter mumbled angry that she was injured and even worse the first game of the whole tournament.
“We know.” Ellen sent her daughter a comforting smile rubbing her back.
“Did we win?” Carter looked at her dad for anwser who eyes turned away from her slightly and that anwsered her question completely.
“Damn it.” Carter cursed trying to not to groan having a feeling that would hurt her face more.
The doctor walked back in, making the four of them all quickly look towards her, “Well it’s good news, it’s not broken or fractured.
That made them all breath out a sigh of relief.
“Can i play.” Carter pipped up desperately , The doctor hesitated, “Please doc, I’m the captain.” Carter knew she would most likely never come play for WJC and would likely be the last time she is the captain for Team Canda, and this may forever be the last time she can ever play with Connor as he’s getting drafted in a few months. Carter held onto Luke’s hand tightly.
“I suppose, as you don’t have any broken bones and you’re stitched up.” The doctor reluctantly agreed as Carter X-rays showed she didn’t have a break so she could play, and the doctor knew most hockey players will still play with stitches.
Carter breathed out a sigh of relief that didn’t help the pain coming from her face, “Thank you! Thank you!”
Carter, Luke and her parents walked back to the hotel and Carter was sharing a room with Connor like they sue to always do on road games. She let her parents go to their room and Luke go hang out with his team, reassuring they she would be fine. Also maybe because she wanted to spend some time with Connor.
Carter took a slow shower making sure not to get her face wet not wanting to mess up the stitches, she changed into her canucks sweats pants and Connor’s team Canda t-shirt before grabbing her ipad turning on the Canucks game and sliding into her bed.
Not even a few minutes has passed by before she heard the door quickly opened and slowly looked up seeing Connor rushing into the room, throwing his bag on the floor his eyes staying on Carter as he quickly walked over to her sitting on the bed next to her.
“Are you okay? They wouldn’t tell me anything!” Connor quickly rushed out gently holding Carter’s hand.
Carter gave him a very tiny smile trying not to move her cheek much, “Yeah, i’m okay.” Carter softly squeezed his hand back. Connor breathed out a sigh of relief having been worried since the second he saw the hit, his whole body slowly relaxing.
“I’m glad. How bad?” Connor looked at her in concern seeing the good four inches of stitches across her cheek bone, and the brushing that is already very dark on her cheek bone and under her eye.
“Not bad, i can play.” Carter replied making Connor smile softly and slowly nod glad that Connor is okay, “Can you get that please.” Carter pointed to the ice bag she left on the desk when she walked in. Connor quickly nodded getting up grabbing the ice bag and gently handing it to her.
Carter eyes widen grabbing the ice setting it next to her before grabbing Connor’s and pulling them closer to her with frown looking at the blood around his knuckles, she looked at her best friend in question.
Connor sheepishly brushed a hand through his hair, “I might’ve got in a fight.” Carter raised a shocked brow towards Connor making him laugh slightly, “I know, i don’t usually fight but he touched you.” Connor looked down at the girl he’s been in love with for years and would fight everyone for her if she even asked.
Carter eyes soften she pressed a gently kiss to his bloody knuckle grabbing his attention, “Thank you.”
Connor nodded with red cheeks, “Always.” He sent her a smile as she gently let go of his hands.
“I’m gonna shower but i’ll be right back.” Connor leaned down pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head as Carter nodded once before Connor headed with his bag into the bathroom.
Carter curled up in her bed watching the game and her teammates and brother playing, listening to the shower in the background before it shut off a few minutes later.
Connor walked out in a pair of Lululemon sweatpants and a Regina Pats shirt, he threw his bag onto his bed slipping his phone in his pocket before looking over at Carter who lifted the other side of the blanket making Connor smile.
Connor slid into the spot next to Carter making her scoot over and rest her good cheek againt Connor’s chest.
Carter and Connor have enjoyed the last week together being able to share a room and bed like they use to when they were on the same team.
Carter slowly dowsed off to the feeling of Connor playing with her hair and the sound of the Canucks game.
January 3, 2023
Carter winced slighty as she opened her jaw but bit her lip from anymore noise escaping her mouth, she knew something was wrong with her cheek as it’s been healing on the outside skin but it’s not feeling any better and it’s getting worse when she moves but she had two games left before going home so she could worry about it then.
Carter skated onto the ice of the second match against Czech and the game they have to win to make it to the Gold Medal game. She taped her stick to Connor’s stick as they do before every game before focusing on the puck.
Carter had quickly gotten the puck and skated down the ice right to the goal, she spun around the player that had hit her in the last game before taking a shot right at the top of the goal, getting the puck into the goal. She could heard the crowd go wild as she took her bow after the goal, getting her revenge for the hit she took.
Connor scored the next two goals both assisted by Carter, making the third period score be 3-1.
Carter hit a slap shot right into the net making the score become 4-1 right at the end of the third period and she tried not to groan in pain after that shot and the shaking from all of her teammates.
Canda was going to the Gold Medal game.
January 5, 2023
Carter took her last two pain pills she was given right before they were heading out to bench, she quickly swallowed them ignoring the pain as she did so.
Carter saw the concerned looks from Connor, a look that has been more common the last few days but she ignored it having a game to focus on.
Carter gave a nod to Luke who was on the other side of the ice, who gave his little sister one back before they focused on their game.
Carter blurred out most of the game not even noticing her pain as they fought for the gold medal the entire time against USA.
Carter cheered as she got the winning OT Goal in the 2023 Gold Medal Game.
Connor who passed her the puck quickly jumped on her shaking her like crazy as the the rest of the team all surrounded her as they cheered and jumped around like crazy getting the second back to back gold medal.
Carter got handed the trophy and cheered as she skated towards her team holding it in the air, the adrenaline so high she didn’t even notice how bad her pain was in her face, such a high she didn’t even realize how bad the pain was until the next day when she woke up to her whole face pounding and knew the plane ride home was going to be bad.
Quinn who was waiting at the airport for Carter, smile quickly changed into a frown when he saw how sluggishly she was and how pale she looked, she quickly stumbled into Quinn who caught her making her groan in pain as her whole body has been moving for the whole eleven hour flight and she’s been in nonstop pain, especially as she had said goodbye to her parents and brother the night before as they had earlier flights home to Michigan so she just got on her flight in pain quickly realized that she made a stupid decision to get on the flight, A Jack kind of stupid decision.
“What’s wrong Cart.” Quinn quickly asked in concern gently brushing a piece of her hair from her face, her hair that was sticking to her face from sweating.
“Something is wrong with my cheek.” Carter slowly grunted out feeling even more pain by just moving and talking isn’t very helping.
“I thought it was just stitches?” Quinn hurriedly asked as he guided her to car grabbing her giant hockey bag and suitcase.
“I thought it was too.” Carter grunted out panting as she sat in the passenger seat, she looked at her big brother feeling tears welling up in her eyes from being so overwhelmed and having felt some sort of pain from the last week and a half, “It got worse.”
Quinn nodded pressing a very soft kiss to her forehead before looking at her, “Let’s get this figured out.” He loaded her stuff into the car and quickly drove to the emergency room.
The news wasn’t what they had wanted, the doctors immediately took her into emergency surgery because the doctor in Turkey had completely missed the break in Carter’s Cheekbone, she should’ve of had surgery a week ago but she’s been playing a hockey tournament instead.
Quinn called their parents telling them everything that happen and they promised they be there as soon as possible, He facetimed Jack and Luke telling them everything as well but neither could move their schedules to come out.
Quinn sat alone for the first few hours she was in surgery letting everyone what’s going on, he let the Canucks team know everything of Carter’s injury as she won’t be playing for a few weeks.
Quinn let the team know in their group chat and immediately Brock, Elias and Cole were driving over together and coming to the hospital. Quinn also called Connor to let him know about Carter in surgery.
Carter surgey was done six hours later, and when she woke up she felt very mild pain compared to the pain the last few days, her eyes blinked a few times before she looked down seeing Quinn holding her hand and Elias, Brock and Cole sitting on a couch in the room. She saw a stuff animal Kangaroo with a bouquet of flowers on the bedside table, multiple balloons and different flower blowup.
She squeezed Quinn’s hand not sure if she could talk after her surgery. Quinn head snapped up at the feeling of her moving, “Your awake little bird!“ He gained the attention of the other three who all quickly looked to Carter.
“Don’t talk, not for a little bit.” Quinn told her seeing her lips move, Quinn grabbed the notepad and pen off the bed side table and handed it to her.
Carter quickly wrote on the notepads handing it back to Quinn, “How Long?” Carter needed to know how long she wasn’t allowed to play.
“Four weeks max, faster depending on your healing.” Quinn sadly and soflty explained knowing she might not be able to make her first all star game.
Carter determined pursed her lips knowing she heals fast always had, and she didn’t want to miss out on her first all star game because of an injury.
Carter did make her first NHL All Star game, having got cleared the day before. The second she was allowed to be moving at all she got on the ice that day taking it slow but still practicing she missed three weeks of games but came back right after the All Star game was over, coincidentally her second game against her brother Jack.
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Friendly games-141
Based on a request:
Hi! I’m not sure you would be interested, can I make a request of whole Tf141 x Gn!Reader playing badminton 🏸?
Just a little bit of fun ☺️
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GN!Reader, platonic!relationship, fluff???
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A/N: I love these kinds of ideas….so lets do this and also…it's short…sorry
Charity events, what a fun way to raise money for those who need it. Well…it's fun until Kate Laswell makes you be a part of the event and play a stupid game in front of your stupid colleagues. Soap, I'm talking about you, Ghost thinks the whole way to the court. Task Force 141, all in shorts, stretching and giving each other stares. You were smiling, this being the first time you could play your favourite with a reason behind it. The day before there was a three-hour-long debate with Laswell to make someone else play instead of the task force.
It didn't work of course since you all were already stretching and glaring at those in attendance. The selection for a teammate was easy and Soap got lucky that Ghost was already tired of his bullshit compliments or else he'd be in your place. Gaz was chosen by Price, Ghost chose you and Soap was a backup for you or anyone who got injured. You and Ghost gave each other a stare, "Don't let me down, R/N." You chuckle, "If you let me down, Soap will take your place." "Hurting me, mate."
Once the game begins, Soap starts making some jokes about Gaz's ass and Price's, occasionally he would roast Ghost and those comments made Laswell laugh. Military families all enjoyed the match as Price and you became more competitive, so much so the match was just you two, Gaz and Ghost just walked around the court, pretending to help or even be involved for that matter. You made it your point to make Price feel old. This all started as an inside joke between the task force and more so when you were called the kid/ baby of the team.
It was worse when Gaz would do a baby voice and try to feed you mashed food. So now, this was you showing off and having fun. After much fun and a pat on the shoulder by Ghost, you walk off and hand the racket to Laswell. "Call Chimera tomorrow, I'm fucking done." You sit down next to Soap and lean on him. "'least you won, mate." You groan and Gaz chuckles. "How much do want to bet Ghost and Price are talking to Laswell to not include us in another charity event?"
"Three pints at Old Man's pub," Soap says with a grin. You all stand up and leave the event. "Where are you guys going?" "Roach, you either join us or stay with the old grumps." Gaz comments as he walks through the doorway. He nods and gladly follows along, it was always an adventure when all of the young ones of the task force went out for drinks. "So, how come you knew the sport so well?" Soap asks you. "I used to play it when I was younger." Gaz lets out a chuckle, "You were one of those kids?" "I'll stick the racket up your ass if you make a joke." You jokingly threaten and he switches places with Roach who is furthest from you.
With one too many pints and jokes, Price found you all laughing at impersonations of the lieutenant and himself. Ghost was about to walk to you all and scare you but then Price stops him. "Let them have this day, they don't get moments like this."
For the entire evening, the younger members of the team all laughed and Ghost watched from afar with Price. "R/N will never stop with the old man jokes." Ghost chuckles. He knows how much you'll enjoy the nicknames you'll eventually call out. He also knows you keep a list for when you finally get to call Price some nicknames that correlate to being old.
"I'll let them," Price shrugs. Price too knows this is you just being comfortable around and although no one says it, he sees you as a little sibling and you see him as a trusted older brother.
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Hii idk if your request are open and if you write polly but could you write a sugawara x daichi x asahi x reader
Where the reader moves from their home country and to Japan and it’s how they meet the three their are a first and it’s how they end up together idk if that makes sense sorry :)
AHHHH YES! There is not nearly enough daisugasahi x reader fics and its a crime against humanity. I will gladly fix that though so I hope you enjoy!
Poly! Daichi, Asahi, and Suga with a foreign reader
Warnings: none
Gn! reader
(The country reader comes from is not named so anyone can read this)
-Moving from your home country to Japan was certainly a nerve wracking experience, especially since you’d be attending your last year of grade school amongst new people in an unfamiliar place, in a language you aren’t proficient in. After a few weeks of loneliness you decide that you won’t sit still and be a loner the whole school year.
-You thought that getting involved in something, a club, and team, anything with other people might help you make a couple friends might be good for you, and you heard a pretty cute guy in your bio class talk about how the men’s volleyball team could use a second manager, so you decide to apply for the position
-When you go into the gym to meet the team for the first time, you’re immediately bombarded by two very eager second years and and a short red headed first year who were very curious as to who you were (the school doesn’t get students from other countries often so they were curious about you)
-Suga takes pity on you and puts the team to practice while you, Daichi, Kiyoko, Ukai and Takeda go over your new duties as a manager with you, and you eventually start your time as Karasunos manager
-The first few weeks are pretty eventful for you, you’re just getting to know the ropes of the job and also getting to know everybody on the team. It doesn’t help that there was some drama between some of the team members and the former team ace (or the fact that after it was all said and done he joined the team again), and it certainly didn’t help that you had to train another new manger when your still new yourself (you don’t blame Yachi though, it’s not her fault, and besides, she’s a very sweet kid).
-It was hard adjusting to the club environment at first, but Kiyoko made sure to introduce you properly to everyone, which is how you ended up talking to the 3rd years more. As much as you both love the 1st and 2nd year students, you need to make friends in your own grade
-Kiyoko begins a habit of starting hangouts for just the 3rd years, nothing big, just a few hours hanging out at a cafe or someone’s house. That’s primarily how you got to know the three third year boys, through these hangouts. It’s a great opportunity to get to know each other better in a relaxed setting
- I imagine the three were already together before they met you, so they’re all used to a polyamorous relationship by the time you came along. They never really thought that they would want to add another to their group, but then again, they didn’t know they would meet you
-Asahi probably fell first, the poor guy wears his heart on his sleeve so it’s pretty easy for him to fall for you. Suga and Daichi could see how enamored by you Asahi was, and after a little time you captured their hearts too.
-They all want to know more about your home country and culture, but no one asks more questions than Suga. He wants to know everything there is to know about your culture, your home, what living in your native country was like, what customs you have, what holidays you celebrate, everything! He’s a naturally curious guy and the other two are either too scared that they’ll bother you or worried they’ll ask something offensive
-Asahi does muster up the courage to ask you about any cultural clothing you might have, and if you’d say it’s ok to, he’d be more than happy to try and see if he can sew it himself. I can imagine him gifting you a handmade outfit if he manages to get the hang of making it for your birthday or some other holiday
-After awhile it’s painfully obvious to anyone with eyes that the trio is hardcore pining after you, it’s a wonder you don’t see it yourself! Sugar’s always trying to get your attention (much to the embarrassment of his boyfriends) Asahi’s stutter has magically appeared once again, and Daichi goes red any time you’re in close proximity to him. Honestly the whole teams just begging for them to ask you out at this point, it’s getting painful to watch
-The three have no idea how to ask you out, or if you’re even into poly relationships, so they settle for asking you to meet them at one of their houses so they can speak to you privately
-Daichi takes the lead, explaining to you how they’ve been in love with you for awhile and that they would really love to date you, but they all understand if you don’t like them or if you aren’t comfortable being in a poly relationship. They all kind of expect you to say no, simply because their relationship is very much outside the norm, but there’s still a little hope inside each of them that you’ll say yes
-When you do say yes, everyone is over the moon. Asahi nearly starts sobbing from joy and relief (he totally thought you were going to reject them), Suga practically tackles you in a hug, and Daichi let’s put a huge sigh of relief before prying Suga off of you. Prepare for a long night of cuddles because now that the boys have you, they’re determined to spend as much time with you as possible
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All i gave you is gone.
Pairing:Steve Rogers X bestfriend!Reader.
Summary: What started out as a regular mission for you and Steve, quickly turns south when something goes horrifically wrong. When you have to pay for this with your life, Steve is in for more heartbreak than he ever thought anyone could possibly live through.
This is a what if he fell for you and not peggy.
"Steve!! where is that damn gun of mine?" You asked punching one of the bad guys.
Steve throws his shield. 'Give me a minute Agent L/N" You smiled and say over the com in your ear. "Last name Rogers?" he chuckles. "Sorry it's a habit"
"Well try to break-" You gasp and feel a sharp bullet hit your chest. You look at the wound and Tony says "Y/N!??"
He lands and catches you. "No no!" You say. "To...tony" Steve is yelling through the coms. "Stark talk to me!"
You lay in a bed unconscious and Steve hasn't left your side since you got there four hours ago. "Come on Y/N please don't leave me"
he kisses your hand and Bruce walks in with Natasha. She walks over and places her hand on Steve's shoulders.
"I can't lose-" he tries to speak but he get choked up again. Tony walks in. "How is she?" Natasha looks at Tony and shakes her head. "No change"
"Rogers i'm sorry i would gladly take that bullet for her" Steve looks at you then you flat line. "Y/N?! no no please god no!" he stands up doing CPR and Bruce says. "She's-"
Steve turns and grabs tony by his shirt and slams him to the wall. "This is your fault! if you didn't be such a hero you'd be dead and not her!"
Tony blinks. "Steve calm down" Steve Let's go of him and walks out of the room.
Tony fixes his shirt. "How is he like this over y/n? Am i missing something?"
Nat says. "I'll talk to him" She walks out and sees Steve in the hallway with his head in his hands. Nat sits by him. "What's going on?"
He sits back sighing. "i didn't get to tell her how i felt about her....How i truly felt" he looks at her and she says. "You were in love with her?"
He looks at the floor. "yea and it's killing me that i never told her i showed her by doing small things for her like when she got sick i was there for her and giving her random notes during missions"
Nat nods. "Oh Steve I'm sure she knew by all you did for her and the team. She knew you loved her by your words and actions."
"i just...i feel guilty i never told her" Nat nods. "She knew Steve, She knew" He turns and she wraps her arms around him as he let the tears fall.
Steve tried his best to not cry as he and the team carried your casket down to the church.
After Tony and other spoke it was Steve's turn. He stands up and walks over to the stand and looks at everyone.
"Y/N was not only part of this team she was a best friend to us...she was the girl i fell in love with, Y/n could light up a room with just a smile and her laugh. She was tough as nails and fought up to her death. We may be mourning her but i chose to celebrate her life. Y/N L/N Thank you for all that you did in this life, I hope we meet again soon, I love you"
He walks back to his seat and looks at your casket and smiles knowing you and him would be a great power couple....in another life.
A/N: well damn i hope you enjoyed this one shot. Reblogs mean a lot.
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Alpha Steven Rogers having to get intel out of a very cute omega reader 🌚🌝 he’s all condescending with his praises as she breaks under him 😩👌🏻
Honey not vinegar
alpha!Steve Rogers x omega female reader; dark!Steve Rogers x female reader,
warnings: manipulation; gaslighting; mild verbal humiliation; praise kink; dark!Steve Rogers; his softness serves only manipulation, it’s not because he’s actually soft; alpha!Steve Rogers; dark!avengers;
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You trembled in fear as his hands reached out for you. Another threatening alpha who came to lash you with pain and cruel words.
But as he wrapped a blanket around you, your body froze in surprise then instantly relaxed into the soft fabric that allowed you to shield your indecent state.
The blanket was light blue, knitted, and it smelled fresh. Such a stark contrast to your plain, sweat-soaked underwear and the thin mattress with holes in it, on which you’ve been staying for the past three days. Or was it four already? You had no idea, time passed differently when locked in a dark, windowless cell.
“There, now,” the alpha’s voice was calm and warm. “That’s better.”
You chanced lifting your gaze up to look at him. Your breath hitched when you recognized in him the poster boy of freedom, selflessness and protection.
Captain America. Steve Rogers.
Out of his famous suit, just in plain jeans and a tight t-shirt. His biceps were so huge he could crack your head like a walnut in a split of a second.
“Are you going to play the good cop?” Your voice was hoarse - from all the hours without water, as well from all the screaming and crying those men who interrogated you caused.
They tried to break you with harsh treatment, with cruel words about your brother, yourself, about all the things that would happen to you if you didn’t tell them where your brother was. Him and his team, a sleepers Hydra unit that went active.
“No, little one.” Steve gave you a sympathetic smile. “I’m simply going to be a decent alpha.”
Before you got a chance to ask him what that was supposed to mean, Steve picked you up.
You were too weak and too tired to fight him. Your body was achy enough it wouldn’t hold against a supersoldier’s assault. Besides, you were quite excited about the prospect of leaving this cell, no matter where he took you. Maybe somewhere worse.
Bundled in a blanket, he carried you out of the stinking cell. You passed some people in the corridor, but no one dared to even cast a glance your way. Everyone parted to the sides to make room for Steve as he went.
He took you to an elevator; held you the whole time as it ascended onto one of the highest floors. Once there, he brought you to a spacious apartment and into the bedroom.
Through the large, floor-to-ceiling windows you could see the tops of skyscrapers reflecting sunlight against the blue sky. A line of red-silver iron legion circled around the tower like a halo.
Steve placed you on the bed. A big one, with a semi-soft mattress and clean sheets. It felt like the highest luxury to your bruised body.
He sat on the bed facing you. His beautiful face showed concern, but you were too bitter to believe anyone was worried about you anymore.
“Decent alphas take defenseless omegas to their bedrooms?” Usually there’d be more spark in your tone, but you were exhausted and… sad.
“They take care of omegas.” Steve’s easy reply hit something in you.
That string which threatened to make you cry at your fate.
Though the physical pain was burdening, when you cried after each interrogation it was because you mourned the life you had just a week before. And because it hurt to think that now it was reduced to being a meaningless trash no one cared for.
“Especially ones that are important to them.” Steve reached for something on the bedside table and a second later was handing you a bottle of water.
You took the water gladly, but frowned at Steve’s words. He either implied you weren’t important enough for someone to protect you, or he was saying your brother was a bad alpha who didn’t care about you.
“I fear your brother has his priorities all wrong.” He sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.
“Not only for choosing to serve Hydra.” Steve interjected when you opened your mouth to defend Caleb. “But he abandoned his own sister.”
“He didn’t-” you protested.
“Didn’t he?” Steve challenged, opening a drawer in the bedside table and taking out a small, orange bag. “He fled when he knew we got on his tail. He left a civilian, helpless omega without protection, despite being aware we will be breaking down that door.”
Your fingers clenched on the bottle as you stared not at Steve’s face, but at his fingers unzipping the bag and revealing first aid supplies.
Surprisingly gently, he pushed the blanket off your shoulders. You felt an urge to cover yourself from his penetrating gaze as it slid over you, inch by inch. Though he didn’t stare at you lewdly, you felt completely naked and vulnerable under his perceptive gaze.
“Such a sweet thing, you are.” Steve cooed, taking your wrist in his hand and stretching out your arm.
The little praise in his tone elicited warmth. Your eyes closed briefly, eyelashes fluttering against your cheeks as you bit your lip.
“Did you know there wasn’t a single attempt at rescuing you?” Steve said, applying antibacterial, soothing ointment into your bruises. “Not even a search for you.”
“Why are you telling me this?” You sniffled, less at the sting of your cuts and more because the truth Steve told you was breaking your heart.
You didn’t want to listen to him. Didn’t want to believe him. Just like you didn’t care for the words the other interrogators spat at you. But the other men pushed you around and called you a Hydra spawn, it was easy to block out their bullshit and stick to your own beliefs purely out of spite.
Steve was tending to your wounds. He spoke softly and as if he deeply cared about you.
It’s been so long since you experienced that.
“Because, little one, you have to realize you’re not fierce, or brave, or loyal. You’re simply naive believing your brother will come for you.” How he mocked you with cruel words, but kept his voice so tender, was giving you whiplash.
“Sweet, silly omega.” Steve wrapped a bandage around your wrist, covering the blue bruise from handcuffs.
“You should rely on an alpha who really has your safety in mind. Allow him to protect you and care for you,” he kept listing as he rubbed your calf in a soothing manner. “Someone who would make your brother pay for how he used you and hurt you.”
Your brain seemed to fill with fog. Confusion and battling thoughts distracting you from your previously adamant determination to not break.
Steve’s voice sounded so comforting; his touch so affectionate it made you sigh in relief and yearn for more. He took you out from that dark, cold, smelly cell and let you into his own bed.
An enemy who did more to you than your own brother has…
“It’s your men who hurt me.” You shook your head, your bottom lip trembling.
“They were just doing their job, as nasty it may be.” Steve squeezed your ankle, his thumb drawing circles on your skin. “But neither of them abandoned their families, or wifes to do it. Your brother did.”
“He abandoned you.” Steve said more firmly, the words sinking into your consciousness against your reason rebelling.
“He allowed for that to happen to you. He made those people do it to you.”
When a first, hot tear rolled down your cheek, Steve cooed. He climbed onto the bed and settled against the headboard, then swiftly pulled you onto his lap.
“Think what more he would let happen, if I didn’t come get you.”
You cried almost soundlessly, your fingers crumpling the fabric of Steve’s shirt as you clung to him. He smelled so nice. Like warm cookies and spicy whiskey. And he was so strong, felt so secure as you leaned into him. He made you feel safe.
Steve rubbed your back. He rested his other hand on your hip, you didn’t even notice his thumb hooked beneath the waistband of your panties, tracing the sensitive skin there.
“I’ve got you, little omega.” Steve murmured as you wept.
“Isn’t that better? Having an alpha to take care of you?” He asked. “An alpha who will protect you. And guide you. Lead you so you don’t accidentally make mistakes that would hurt your fragile, sweet self.”
Steve’s fingers combed through your hair a few times. Seemingly patient for your response. Slowly, he wrapped your hair around his hand and gently tilted your head back.
“Isn’t it better?” He repeated the question.
With eyes glazed over, you looked up at him and whispered - “It’s better.”
Out of damp, dark prison where only pain awaited you; it was so much better to be here with Steve. To have him talk to you so softly, even if his words were condescending and hurtful at times.
“I want to give you that.” Steve’s hold on your hair eased and his hand slipped to wrap around the back of your neck. His fingertips grazed your mating gland.
“Let me keep you safe and help you grow into a wonderful, obedient little omega I know you yearn to be.”
You stared at him with hopeful eyes, a longing whimper escaping your lips as your heart ached for the secured and sunlit life Steve was tempting you with.
“I ask nothing in return, just that you trust me.” Steve lowered his head, his blue eyes holding your gaze captive. Tip of his nose nearly grazed your own.
“Do you trust me?” He asked and when you nodded he sighed in relief and smiled at you.
It felt like a burst of sunshine from between dark clouds, warming your face and igniting hope for a happier time.
You’ve been warned about Captain America. Never in direct words that undermined his devotion to the people, but the men in your family often mentioned a man this perfect has to have a dark side.
But you couldn’t help but be drawn to his charm, to believe his promise of taking good care of you if you only allowed him to.
“Thank you, little one. You’re being so good.” Steve’s praise almost made you chirp. It’s been so long since you felt appreciated.
“Now, tell me what you know about your brother’s plans and whereabouts.” His tone was tinged with strict command and some part of you wanted to clamp up.
Steve tsk-ed seeing your resistance. His eyebrows drew in a frown, but his hold on you remained as tender as it was.
“Omega, you said you trust me.” He reminded you. “I need this information to ensure your brother, or any of his accomplices, never pose a threat to you. Or to any other featherbrained, weak omega they might want to use. You want to help me do that, right? Want to make me proud of how helpful you were?”
You did want that. You craved his praise more than you ever wanted your mother’s acceptance.
So you told Steve everything you knew, including a password to your own computer, because your brother occasionally used it.
“You did so well, little omega.” Steve kissed your temple and this time you really chirped.
Something flashed in Steve’s eyes. You thought it to be a glint of cocky triumph, but it quickly dissolved into affection that fooled you.
“Rest now.” Steve moved from beneath you, sitting you down on the warm spot he vacated.
He draped the covers over you and put the blue blanket on top of it, your fingers quickly reaching for the fabric you began associating with rescue.
“I’ll be back soon,” he said as he stood up, “I’ll get you something to eat.”
“Thank you, Steve.” You replied, your lips curving into a first, shy smile.
Steve bent down and cupped your chin, his fingers squeezing your flesh a tad harder.
“If I’m to take care of you, little one, you have to address me properly.”
“Yes, alpha.” It rolled out on your tongue immediately.
You didn’t want to disappoint Steve, fearing he’d take away his tenderness. You also felt irrationally comfortable saying it, as if something clicked right into place.
“Good little omega.” He praised. He shifted his hand, cupping now your cheek and rubbing his thumb across your lips.
Steve typed in the security lock as he left the apartment, making sure you had no way to sneak out, as well that no one unwanted would come in snooping.
Bucky was waiting just outside, with his back leaning against the opposite wall.
He had a pad in his hand, the screen displaying live footage from Steve’s bedroom. Sound included. The record of what you revealed to Steve has already been sent to the team, preparations for attack being made.
“Four days of breaking her without any effect and you do it in less than three hours.” Bucky whistled.
“I told you. Honey attracts better than vinegar.” Steve smirked in victory.
“Yeah? You're gonna fill her with your honey, too?” Bucky grinned, tapping a sequence on the pad and giving it back to Steve with a stilled frame of you in Steve’s lap, looking up at him with reverence.
“You know, I think I will.” Steve considered; he already knew you’d be so eager to please him in any way, just to hear some praise and to be touched.
“She’s so affection-starved she’ll milk me dry and beg for more, if I only show her some tenderness.”
It would be so easy to keep you compliant. Easy to fill your simple, silly needs too and make himself into the perfect alpha in your eyes.
“I have to say, this is the most nefarious checkmate move.” Bucky clapped Steve on the shoulder as they started walking toward the elevator.
“We gotta capture Caleb Pierce alive. Keep him in a hole in the ground, alive just enough to torment him with updates on his little omega sister whoring out for Captain America.”
“Kinda pity his old man is already dead.” Steve grinned at Bucky. “Wish we could get to see dear Alexander’s face as he learned I defiled his daughter. Maybe broadcast how she screams when I knot her.”
“Wouldn’t that be something.” Bucky sighed dreamily.
“We’ll do that to Caleb.” Steve promised, with a dark, determined glint in his eyes. “Bury Hydra along with him forever. Just after I show him how his little sister, my sweet omega slut, grows with a baby I planted inside her.”
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A sip, and you score
Hello :), this is my first John fic, ngl I'm nervous bc its my first time writing for him. Anyway, if you have any ideas or request you can send them to me I will gladly do them :). My master list is pinned in my blog if you want to check it out. Fluff, smut, tw none, 2.8k words.
To say this season for John has been amazing is an understatement. He was selected for the England world cup squad, he is now challenging for the title again, UCL semis again, the FA cup final and having played in different positions and out of his comfort zone so well. You were very excited for him and so proud of all the hard work he has done, seeing it payoff is amazing.
You and John started dating during Covid year. It was a very weird way to start a relationship, to quarantine with someone you had met for just 2 months. In a way, it was the best thing that could’ve happened to both of you. You had someone to spend a lot of time with, at times where it could become quite boring. You got to know him more than anyone and discover that actually, you two were perfect for each other. When you two first started dating, he was struggling to get into the team. It sucked seeing him sad and upset but seeing the progress he has made from that time to now; it just amazes you.
You were currently cuddled up to him, his arms around your waist and his chest pressed to your back. It was early in the morning and you knew his alarm would be annoying you at any second. Today was a big day, they were playing against Arsenal at home. John had told you he was not nervous but excited for this game. You on the other hand, you were very nervous because you know how south a game can go.
You don’t know why, but you woke up with a very different feeling this morning than the feeling you had last night about the game. You felt in your gut they would win, and John having scored already and played amazingly you had a feeling he could score again. You didn’t want to jinx it, but you also wanted to let him know how sure you were and how confident you felt in him.
You got up from bed carefully to not wake your sleeping boyfriend so he could enjoy 5 more minutes of sleep. You went straight to the kitchen to make yourself and John a cup of tea. You noticed the time, it was 8:55 am. You noticed how many tea bags were left, 5. You noticed you had unread messaged from last night, 5. You remembered a scene from the movie you binged with John last night, Focus. How they made someone choose the exact player they wanted him to choose to win a bet by making the man see the number 5 the whole day and subconsciously pick 55. All of these 5’s was giving you even more of a better feeling. You were always a big believer in intuition and going with your gut.
You were thinking about all of this while making tea and jumped a little when you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist. “Morning my love” John said kissing your cheek. “Hi baby”, you stopped doing what you were doing, turned around and hugged him. Once you pulled away, John went outside so your dog could go potty and to take the trash out.
John came back in and sat in the stool from the kitchen bar looking at his phone. You finished up the tea and placed his mug in front of him. “Are you excited about today?” you asked taking a sip from your tea. He placed his phone on the table and looked back at you, “Yea, I feel like it’s going to be a good game honestly”. “I have a good feeling too” “How? You said you were nervous last night” he says laughing. You laughed as well, you were scared but all these signs gave you a good feeling. Before John could take the first sip of his tea, you wanted to tell him it was different today. “I made a different tea today and… a sip of it means your scoring today so” you said playfully and proudly. “Is that so? You are making like a magic tea for me then?” he asked smiling. “Yea, I woke up with a good feeling today” “alright then” he takes a sip from his mug and smiles. He takes another one and soon enough he finishes his tea. “I guess I’m scoring a goal today then” he says smirking and you laugh. “If you do actually score, I want a bit of credit” you say as he comes closer to you. He grabs your face gently and kisses you. “You will get more than that”, you smirk when he says this knowing exactly what he means.
John went back to his room to shower and leave to the training center before the game. Meanwhile you started doing work stuff to be free in the evening since you were attending the game. “Okay my love I’m off” John appears in your little office like space to kiss you goodbye. “Bye baby”, you both hug each other tightly like you do before every single game. He kisses you lovingly, “good luck yea? I know you are going to be so great today” you said smiling against his lips. He kisses you one more time before he has to leave.
As excited as you were, you always had that thought in the back of your head of “what if they actually lose?” but you distracted yourself with work stuff, house chores and organizing your stuff around the house.
It was near 6 pm and you started getting ready to go to the stadium. His family would all be there today, as well as some of the other teammates girlfriends which you have gotten very close with. Once you were satisfied with your makeup and outfit, you headed to your car. The whole ride to the stadium was filled with John’s playlist and it kind of made your nervousness go away, at least for a little bit.
You were the first one in the box and you could see the staff arranging a banner they would display and the players warming up on the pitch. Before every game you would text John a quick message consisting of I love you and Good luck. This time, it included something else. “Already at the stadium! I love you and good luck! Score that goal for me please ;)”.
Everyone else arrived to the box, you greeted his mom, dad, sister and Sasha who was in the box next to you. “I need them to win otherwise Jack gets so moody and it’s annoying” you laughed at Sashas’s joke. You were in between John’s sister and Sasha watching the game. The atmosphere was amazing, the stadium was bouncing. Everyone knew how important this game would be in order to win the title this season.
The ref blew the whistle and not even 10 minutes in, Kevin scored the opener causing the whole stadium to roar. The game was looking good. You were holding either Sasha’s hand or fidgeting with your bracelets from the anxiety you had. Just before half time, they gained a free kick. You knew John loves his header goals, so you were excited to see if it would be a goal from him. Kevin made a really good pass and John was able to put it in the net. You all stood up once the ball went in, screamed but not even for a second. The goal was ruled as offside. “For fuck’s sake man” you said sitting down and covering your face. “They need to probably check it, damn that looked like a great goal” John’s sister told you. “Yea they are checking look” Sasha says pointing to the screen. “I really need him to score otherwise I will look like an idiot and disappoint him” you said while biting down on your nails, “what? What do you mean?” Sasha asked chuckling. “Oh god, I woke up today with a good feeling he would score and I told him, I was very confident and now if he doesn’t I will feel dumb” you said almost laughing know realizing it was just dumb coincidence all the signs you saw. “Oh my god look!” Sasha says pointing to the screen. The green line. It was a goal. You fucking called. “Yes!! I called it! Oh my god!”. Once the referee gave the goal, the whole stadium and all the players started celebrating and singing John’s song. You were so happy for him, and you saw he blew you kiss from the pitch after celebrating.
The whole second half, city were playing amazingly with Kevin scoring another goal and Erling in the last minutes scoring one as well. You were so happy for the team, but you were even happier for John. You knew how much it meant to him the fans singing his name and making them proud.
While you waited for John in the player’s lounge, you caught up with his family and some of the other wives and girlfriends. You still felt a lot of adrenaline form the game but the only thing you wanted to do right now was to hug and kiss John and say, “I told you so”.
You saw your tall boyfriend enter the room and greet his parents first. They hugged him and congratulated him on the win and the goal. Once he saw you, he couldn’t help but just laugh to himself knowing exactly what you were about to say. He hugged you tight and kissed your temple. “I might more of your magic tea for the rest of the season” he whispered in your ear. You just laughed, pulled away just enough to see his face and give him a kiss. “I told you” you said smiling against his lips and he just chuckled. Once he talked to his parents and sister a bit more, they informed him he had to do some post-match interview. “I won’t be long yea, let me know when you get home yea?” he kisses your temple and leaves to the media room. You said your goodbyes to everyone and arrived safe at home.
You made something quick to eat before John arrived so you could both just go to bed peacefully. Once you were done eating and cleaning up in the kitchen, you went upstairs to your bedroom and started getting ready for bed. You changed into your little shorts and a just a training bra. You pulled out your face wash, moisturizer, eye cream and oils to do your skin care. While you were washing your face, you heard the front door open meaning John was already home. “Babe?” John called out for you, “In the bathroom” you yelled out.
You felt his two strong arms wrap around your waist while you were just applying moisturizer on your face. He gave started kissing your cheek, your shoulder and neck. Once he reached your sweet spot, you didn’t even realize you had stopped moving and just enjoying his kisses. “You said you wanted me to give you credit right” John whispered in your neck. You closed your eyes while his hand started touching your stomach, waist and finally comping up and cupping your breasts. “John” you moaned out, you turned around and immediately kissed him. It was a rough but loving kiss. His hand on your waist, your hands grabbing his neck and pulling on his hair. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his torso. He carried you to bed, laid you down and kept making out with him in the process. He was on top of you kissing you, but he stood up and removed his hoodie and his joggers. He came back down and started kissing your lips again. Your hands roamed all over his toned body.
After just kissing and making out for a little bit, you wanted to make him feel good after the game today. You tried to push him so you could be on top, but he stopped you “I thought I had to give you credit” he said smiling against your lips. “Yea, but I want to make you feel good”. He agreed and you were now on top of him. He was laying down while you were sitting on his lap. You stared slowly removing your bra so your breasts could be free. Once you threw your bra to the other side of the room, John came back up to you and nuzzled his face in between your breasts kissing them causing you to moan. Your hand pulling his hair, him gripping your hips, you rolling them so you could feel his bulge in your core. “Take this off” he said pulling your shorts down. You took your mini shorts off and now were completely naked straddling him.
“Lay down babe” you whispered in his ear. He laid back down, you stood up and started removing his boxers. One off, you took him in the palm of your hand and started stroking him making him close his eyes and moan at your touch. You started slowly and after a minute, you place your mouth on him. He grabbed your hair, making you go up and down. As much as you loved how John always wanted to make you feel good, feel his face in between your legs, you loved making him feel good and making him cum. You didn’t want to finish just yet. You wanted to do it at the same time as him.
“Baby, if you keep going I’m gonna cum” John says in between moans. You were on your knees bobbing your head up and down when he said this. You started coming back up to his face slowly, kissing all over his abs and torso, his chest, neck and finally his lips. You lined up your wet core with his cock and sank down in it. Once he was fully in you, it felt so good. You had your eyes closed, moaning while he watched and loved the view. This was his favorite position, you riding his cock. You started bouncing up and down, your breasts as well and John started moaning at the sight of you. “Oh my god John”, it felt so good.
“I’m close” he started moaning, his hand firm gripping your hips helping you bounce on his cock. “Me too baby” you moaned out. You felt his hands leave your hips and grab your breasts. You lowered your hand down to your clit to feel your orgasm even more, turning John on more. He came up to you, now face to face to kiss you. He removed your hand from your clit and replaced them with his. You were both panting and moaning in each other’s mouth. “I’m cuming John” “Me too my love” “Cum with me baby”, it didn’t take long for both of you to see stars and cum at the same time.
Straddling him, both of you just hugged riding out your high. He kissed your neck and chest lovingly. You pulled away to see his face and give him a kiss. He moved your strands of hair out of your face so he could see you properly. Your face was flushed and a bit sweaty like him. “I fucking love fucking you” John whispered against your mouth making you smile. “I love fucking you too” you replied chuckling. “Was that enough credit for the goal or do you need more?” “Mmmm maybe in the morning I can get more credit”, both of you laughed.
Once you got cleaned up, you were too tired from the activities that took place. John made sure the front door was locked and all the lights were turned off. Once he returned back into the room, he laid down in bed and pulled you as close as possible to him. Your nose was bumping his, his hand around your waist and your hands on his chest and cupping his face. “I didn’t tell you before but, you played really good today. I love seeing you play so good because I know it means you are in a good place” he just smiled at what you said and kissed your nose. “Well I wouldn’t be in a good place if it wasn’t for you, you know?”, “what do you mean” you were confused now. “Ever since we’ve been together, I feel like you’ve been the one person in my life who has cared about me, like how I actually feel outside of football. You’re always at the games supporting me even if I don’t play, you’re the only person I want to see after a loss. I know I haven’t really said it but I’m very grateful for all of that” His comment made you smile and blush a little. You were happy that he appreciated you being a supportive girlfriend. “Well I just want to make sure you’re happy you know? I hated seeing you upset when you didn’t play or didn’t get called up. I’m really proud of how far you’ve come” “Thank you babe”. He kissed you, “I love you, more than anything” “Me too John, more than anything”.
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Tensions: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Fem! POC Reader Part 1
AN: Holy shit I really didn’t expect my first Ghost fic to blow up 🥹 thank y’all so much!! 🙏 Reader isn’t a specific race, but I wanted to make this fic POC friendly since I dont see them very much and don’t want anyone to feel left out! this is part one to a two part fic, this is more for story building and sexual tension that translates to both Ghost and the reader to be a mix of aggressive and awkwardly nice to each other lmao. I hope you like it! The next to be published will be a smut fic so do not worry!! Adios, cochinos y cochinas -w- 💕
Warnings: harsh language, sexual tension, and Soap being that friend that teases you for having a crush
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Simon watched the sun brighten up your irises, allowing him to fully take in its color. The golden hour sunlight that illuminated your face was enough to take knock the wind out of his chest for a moment. The briefest moment. Like taking a glance at a genuine Van Gogh; he wanted to stare longer, but he wasn’t going to let any of the team have any fuel to fire him up with later on.
You, on the other hand, were staring at the vast, dry land surrounding you as the sun began to set. You raised your brow a bit as you heard Soap chuckle, “A journalist, aye?”
You gave a small smile, turning your attention to the Scott sitting across from you right next to his large, stoic partner, “Yes. But with my mother being a veteran and my father being overprotective, I’ve got decent enough skills to defend myself. With and without fists.”
Soap smirked, “Your folks were right to prepare you with such skills, lass. If I ever had a daughter as beautiful as yourself, I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same.”
Ghost took note of the small muscle twitch in your face. Flattery. He wasn’t the best with compliments, especially towards a woman, so he chose another route. “I’m guessing that’s why Price trusts you with that then,” he asked while nodding at the large AR strapped to your back.
Your eyes widened a bit at his question. Not because it was a dumb question, far from it, but because you hadn’t heard his voice so clear the entire mission. Today was spent with Price and Alejandro as they watched your back while you gathered info from Hassan’s men at a brief luncheon put together purely for public appearances. The only time you ever heard Ghost’s gravely voice was through your ear piece which, for you, was only able to communicate with your team and not Ghost himself.
You pushed the little flutter in your stomach to the back of your mind as you smiled more and nodded, “Yes, sir.”
‘He talked to me?!’
Soap chuckled, “You seem a bit too sweet for an environment like this one, aye lass? You’re writing an article on us or something?”
Before you could even open your mouth, Price quickly cut in from the drivers seat, “Ah ah, don’t answer that, Y/N. Sorry, boys, that’s confidential information. All I can tell you is that their material has no connections to Graves, and Y/N was approved by Laswell herself. All you need to know is to protect and treat her like you would any other soldier….maybe be a bit more emphasis on protective though.”
Almost everyone on the truck let out groans and scoffs of protest and annoyance at not being allowed to know anything, earning a chuckle from you, “I’ll answer your first question if you want. You might be right about being too sweet, but I promise I know there’s a time and a place. I’ll take down whoever I need to just like the rest of you. If it means doing what’s right then I will gladly do so by any means. That’s why I’m a journalist with the military.”
Under the mask, Ghost gave a small smirk; amused at the class used to shut down Soap’s comment. Sure, he liked looking at pretty people, but when they were smart like you? It made him feel something a little more than a simple physical appeal. Now, he definitely wanted to know more. Even if it was just your favorite color.
Alejandro laughed next to you and nudged your arm, “She’s got bigger balls than you, hermano! You should’ve seen how she took down a guard that was following her. Pendejo got exactly what he deserved after messing with La Demonia.”
Ghost let out a huff through his nose, “Demon? I’ll believe it when I see it.”
You playfully stuck your tongue out at him and smirked, “And I’ll believe you deserve the title Lieutenant when I see you in action.”
A mix of laughter and oohs filled the truck as it approached closer to the safe house. Ghost glared a bit, “Real mature. We’ll see who’s top cock soon enough, book worm.”
Soap snickered, “Cock..”
You rolled your eyes while Ghost gave another quick glare, “That’ll do, Sargent.”
“Yes, sir.”
8:20 PM
Gentle hums came to a close as you yawned and stretched out as much as you could at your desk. You bit the tip of your thumb as you read over the information that’d just been freshly edited before crossing your arms and nodding, “Nice. They can just add whatever else they need if they want.” Satisfied, you walked over to the shower, allowing your muscles to relax under the luke warm water while you thought of that brooding shadow in the corner of that truck from today.
Your brow furrowed, ‘Tch. Bookworm? And he’s mocking my maturity? Fuck off.’
The suds of your shampoo ran over your eyelids as you gave a close eyed glare to the ceiling. You’d just met him but you already had such mixed feelings. Did you really hurt his ego over something he started? Is he that fragile? Or was what you said truly hurtful? You washed your face like you wish you could wash that whole experience out of your memory.
‘Great….ugh I totally fucked up my chances to be on his good side or anything else with him.’
A hot stinging sensation ran through your body as you tried to scrub away the embarrassment and ‘shame’.
‘No, whatever. I don’t need him. It’s better we have that distance. That way when he finally kicks the bucket I can get more shit done. At least I get to go home alive.’
You stopped and winced at your feet in disgust. Your stomach twisted at the feel of your heart dropping a bit, “That was low, Y/N….god, what the fuck is wrong with me.”
The intensity of adrenaline fueled frustration and ego deflation on your part made you lower than you assumed him to have been. Your unnecessary harshness had gotten the better of you and you were glad that you didn’t utter a word of your empty insult. However, it simply irked you even more than you had no clue why you were so frustrated.
Being a journalist meant you had to have thick skin. Being apart of the military made that an even harsher fact; maybe even more so when it came to emotions. You’d never had this problem before. After all the racial slurs and issues, religious righteousness protests and massacres, misogynistic, and god only knows anything else under the sun that you’ve heard and written about….this bothered you to this extent? There was no way.
Running one last rinse over your face, you deeply inhaled and sighed, ‘Don’t jump so fast to conclusions…it was just some friendly competition. You’re overthinking it….I hope. I hope he’ll still let me interview him….HEY!”
Simultaneously
8:20 PM
Ghost stood tall and alert on the second floor’s living room balcony. His rifle rested on his shoulder, at his side while he replayed the interaction between the two of you with his arms crossed. Being the Lieutenant, of course he already knew what you were here for. You were here to document the betrayal of Graves and the partnership between Graves and Sin Nombre and formally report the progress of the teams missions after separating from Graves.
Price was going to tell the team your purpose until Laswell preferred to render the team innocent of their knowledge of you. “Who knows what they’ve already said about us to the other ranks,” she said. Ghost agreed with her idea by saying he’d rather be the one to go down if he was ever interrogated before anyone else, as did Price. That’s how they were going to keep it until Laswell said otherwise. So here he was, right above your room keeping an eye on the area in the shadows while Soap guarded the other side of the building.
“Lt. how copy.”
Ghost shifted his weight as he responded, “Copy. What is it Johnny? See something?”
“We’re all clear on the East and South side. I doubt we’ll see anyone for a while.”
“I wouldn’t count on it.”
“Right…Look, I’m not asking to know more, but-“
“You heard Price. Anything about that woman’s line of work is confidential, Johnny.”
Soap chuckled a little, “I know, but I was going to ask if you know what she’s here for.”
“I don’t know why. An article maybe.”
“Looked like you had cute enough banter.”
Ghost glared ahead, “Easy, Sargent.
“Not interested in her like that, I see? She’s cute enough, yeah?”
The Lieutenant stayed silent as he remembered the way your lips rubbed your lip balm on themselves before slightly parting and shining in that golden orange light. If you had an actual rank, a relationship might get the two of you in trouble. But in this circumstance, although not out of the question, he wasn’t going to let himself get so close to someone he’d barely known. He’d never admit it, but it he did have an interest in you. Even if it came off weird or aggressive.
“…Keep an eye on the perimeter, Mactavish. One more hour till the switch.”
Soap chuckled, “Yes, sir.”
As Ghost released his response button, he heard your voice below the balcony floor, “Hey, Lieutenant Ghost! Can I meet you up there? I have a quick question!”
‘Bloody fuckin hell, what does she want. Hm. Take it easy, maybe.’
Before he could even give you a response, he hear your feet quickly running out and up the stairs. As you approached him from the bedroom door behind him, he didn’t bother to spare you a second glance, “Keep your voice down. Is Captain Price not around to answer your question?”
You noted the hint of annoyance in his voice and tried your best not to bark back and shook your head with a smile, “I was wondering if I could get a few words from you? I want to get some scrap material in case I ever get permission to go public with this. Obviously it’s not up to me, but you know what I mean.”
Ghost stared ahead with dull, deadened eyes,“No. I don’t.”
An irritated, slow sigh left your nose. His large body in the balcony doorway, made the moonlight split. He looked like a phantom king with a cape made of souls he’d taken in his life; casting your body in shadow. It swallowed you whole just like the intimidatingly prideful aura he oozed when you first met him. It made you feel small and stupid. Almost like he was making fun of you. Is that what he wanted?
You bit the inside of your lip and tried, “Can I ask you some questions?”
Ghost noticed how tense he was and just how shallow he was breathing once you spoke again. He turned around, his voice harsh and hard as stone, “No.”
Though it wasn’t an unusual response, you still felt like you’d been punched in the gut. Attempting to remain as composed as possible, you nodded and made your way to the door, “I understand. I apologize for distracting you. See you in the morning.”
Before you were completely out, he turned and quickly spoke, “Oi.”
The embarrassment burned your face at the speed of which you turned back around, “Yeah?”
The world was swallowing you whole once again as Ghost walked over to you and checked his watch before nodding, “We’ll talk in 55. Think you’ll still be up by then?”
‘I hate you, Simon Riley.’
You were trying so fucking hard not to grin and giggle like a lovesick teen at his approval, “Definitely. I’ll try to interview whoever’s available while I wait for you.”
Ghost nodded, “Alright then;” in an attempt to ease the tension equal to waiting for a bomb to set off…he harshly patted your back the way you would a dog. Unfortunately, it was too hard as you involuntarily grunted and stumbled forward a bit.
Unsure of what else to do, the man stared at you before slowly going back to the balcony, “…See you later, Ghost.”
“Yep.”
‘I hate you Y/N L/N.’
While the two of you separately calmed down from the suffocating claustrophobia of being around each other, you glared at your feet from the warmth between your legs, ‘Fucker. You’re gonna drive me crazy.’
Ghost looked around, quickly trying to divert his attention away from the unfamiliar feelings in his chest and the tightness in his pants back to being on guard. ‘Damn, bookworm. Having you on this team was a bloody fucking mistake.’
The Lieutenant stared in the distance as he radioed, “Johnny, how copy.”
A coyote howled in the distance.
“Ghost, how copy. Movement detected?”
“No. All clear. But I made a mistake.”
“Er…come again? You made a mistake?”
“Yeah. I talked to Y/N.”
Soap let out a heavy sigh and Ghost could mentally see the way his comrade was rubbing the space between his brows, “Christ…and? Does she hate you now?”
Ghost leaned against the wall with his free arm resting on his gun, “Can’t say…but I liked talking to her.”
Soap’s eyes widened and he began to beam for his stoic friend, “Alright, Lt! I guess you do have a way with words.”
The large masked man dryly scoffed, “Not in the slightest. That’s my only skill I’m lacking in. But that’s the problem. She’s too charming. We should keep a close eye on her.”
Soap chuckled, “Sounds like your overreacting, Lt. The lass is soft as a wee feather.”
“Hm. More incentive to watch our backs, wouldn’t you think? Look at who just betrayed us, after all.”
A bit defeated, Soap hummed, “Good point. I won’t worry too much quite yet, but I got your back, Lt.”
Ghost’s ears perked up when he heard your voice through the radio, “Good evening, Sargent Mactavish! Do you have a moment?”
“Have a fun interview.”
Soap chuckled, “It’ll be better than yours, that’s for sure. Soap out.”
Your voice rang in Ghost’s ears. The absence of warmth in his arms and loss of your scent aggravated him out of confusion and frustration. You were a distraction. One he didn’t mind having around. But you made him feel things he’s never felt before. Being a man of tactic and strategy, he was used to knowing his opponents moves before they even executed them. And then you spoke to him. He knew you meant no harm, he knew it. But what the hell were these feelings? Anxiety? Fear? Annoyance? Was it hatred or something else? If it was then why was his body having these reactions?
He didn’t know. And if there’s one thing Ghost hates more than anything, it’s not knowing how to approach a target.
That never lasted long though.
‘You’ll be the last mistake I ever make.’
Deep in his mind, something lurked. Made his heart ache and race all at once.
‘If you even are one…’
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I blame you for the new hyper fixation ghostie /j
ANYWAYS
Could I get some fluffy domestic stuff for ghost with 141 team medic darling? Preferably with darling being a lot smaller than him? I am a full foot shorter than him and I feel like he would give great hugs.
-☠️
I will gladly take the blame for this hyper fixation. also if anyone is to blame its @clownsafterhours because he got me into it in the first place /j
(but also check out their blog hes and amazing writer)
grumpy when he has to he mended
grumbles something about being able to do it on his own and not needing to be mended in the first place
"its not that bad."
"ghost you have a bullet in your shoulder"
"...so?"
secretly appreciates it a lot tbh
will come to them with the tiniest things to have them mend it
demands a kiss to make it better
^ that started out with Soap asking you for one, resulting in ghost getting jealous
will hug you after particularly rough missions
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Even in the Dark, I Feel your Resistance
Avenger Loki/Avenger Reader Fluff
Summary: You are terrified of the dark and all the scary things that could be lurking in it. After recalling a special memory with Loki, you go to him once again for comfort in the form of cuddles and deep conversations.
Warnings/Notes: Rated E for everyone! Loki tried to act cold and mean for a millisecond but he breaks pretty easy. This was an old request that I couldn’t see until now thanks to my inbox being practically nonexistent for me *rolls eyes*. But the problem is solved so we’re all good!
Request By: @lokihiddleston4
Word count: 2.3k
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You stared silently at your bed as you prepared to turn the lights out, fearful of the inevitable darkness that would soon consume your room. You were ashamed of your fear, you were an adult! Not just any adult but an Avenger, you lived with them in their highly guarded tower that housed literal super soldiers and gods! Yet here you were, afraid of the dark of all things.
You had fought villains and monsters, victoriously living another day to tell the tale. The dark wouldn’t hurt you, would it? Maybe it was what could possibly be lurking in the shadows that scared you. And after your most recent mission that involved hunting down mutilated alien monsters that were straight out of a nightmare, sleep seemed unreachable.
You never told anyone about your fear, well, no one except Loki. The dark, brooding god who many feared somehow got that information out of you.
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It all happened one stormy night when the team arrived at the tower well after dark, soaking wet from the rain. The tower was dark, every corner hidden by a shadow. Tony claimed that the generators had failed and the elevators were down, therefore everyone would have to climb the dark stairs to return to their rooms. Damn Stark and his iffy technology, perhaps he should properly test it against harsh conditions instead of immediately making it the prime source of power for the tower which housed and employed hundreds if not thousands of people.
Everyone found flashlights or used their phones to find their way back. You, however, forgot your phone in your room that was many stories above your head. Everyone departed quickly, the only person who you could ask for help was Loki as he used the glow of his sedir that he had manifested into a ball of light in his hand. He seemed to stay behind for longer than the others, to this day you don't know why.
“L-Loki?” You recalled stuttering his name, trying your best to hide your fear.
“Yes, agent?” He asked.
“Can I walk with you? I forgot my phone and I couldn’t find a flashlight. I mean, we're on the same floor so it shouldn't be an issue I hope.”
You couldn’t see him well until the room lit up with a flash of lightning, causing him to tense up, “Of course, agent. Don’t fall behind.” He turned around to continue his journey back to his room.
You remembered your struggle to keep up with him amongst all those flights of stairs, his long legs carried him significantly faster than yours could. Eventually you tripped on a stair in your attempts to catch up, letting out a small yelp as you fell to your knees. The darkness wrapped around you as you stayed there, too scared to move.
The darkness soon drifted away as an orb of light came towards you and a hand reached out to you.
“Are you hurt?” Loki asks, placing his hand on your shoulder.
“N-no, I don’t- I don’t think so.” You didn’t mean to cry in front of him, you couldn’t stop.
“Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?” His deep voice went soft, a deft finger met your cheek as he wiped a tear from your face.
Shame flooded you, how could you tell him such an embarrassing fear?
“I just don’t like the dark.” You choked.
“You are afraid of it?” He asks.
You nod, confirming his words, “Terrified.”
“Come here.” He reached his hand out, offering for you to take it. You gladly did so, needing the support of another. He helped you up and pulled you close to him. You recalled his scent, the wet pieces of inky hair that framed his face. He was normally so well kept, not a hair out of place. He looked so raw, so vulnerable. “Hold on to me, okay? I promise to walk slower.”
“Thank you.” You croaked, your arm now locked with his.
He walked you all the way back to your room that night. You recalled how his muscles would tense underneath his shirt at every rumble of thunder or strike of lightning. You didn’t think too much about it as you firmly held his arm, every thought of your fear melted away when you were with him. It was a feeling that no one else had ever made you feel.
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You pulled yourself out of your head, remembering where you were right now. The thought of Loki’s support gave you the strength to turn off the light before you ran and jumped into your bed, taking cover under the sheets. They gave you a fleeting moment of safety before you looked at the dark room surrounding you. Pale moonlight seeped through the small cracks where your curtains failed to meet, flooding small pieces of your room with the subtle light. Was it your head or did you see something move out of the corner of your eye? You had no pet or other living thing in the room, so obviously it was nothing… Right?
Your eyes were wide as they stared at the shadows caused by the little slivers of moonlight, you recalled every piece of furniture in your room trying to comfort yourself, they were only shadows. You counted your dresser, your couch, your television, inanimate objects that were harmless. The shadows stared back at you, at least you thought they did. If you stayed here you knew you would not be sleeping.
You didn’t think twice as you shot out of bed, wrapping a blanket around yourself as you ran out your door, using the flashlight on your phone to light your path. After that night, you never forgot it again. Your feet led you somewhere safe, to someone safe, someone who understood you. And you prayed that he was awake to hear your knock at the door.
Sure enough, the door opened after you heard muffled footsteps on the other side.
“It is late.” He states the obvious.
“That’s the point. I can’t sleep, the shadows-” You began to explain before he moved aside, inviting you in.
“I know darling, come in.”
You carefully walk past his tall frame, turning your head to hide your blush. You had no idea he slept shirtless.
“I apologize if I woke you, I can go back.” You take it back.
“Well, we can’t let those pesky shadows get to you, can we?” He leans down slightly, brushing a tangled strand of hair behind your ear.
You smile and shake your head, “No.”
Loki walks back to his side of the bed as you stay frozen in place, your stomach feeling as if it were a butterfly cage. Only a lamp lit the room as he pulled the green comforter back, patting the empty spot next to him, motioning for you to join him.
You walk over to join him, still wrapped in your own blanket from your room. Loki gave you a soft smile as the bed dipped next to him from your body meeting his mattress. He reaches out for your blanket that covers your body.
“May I?” He asks for permission to unwrap it from your body.
“But I need it!” You protest, holding it tighter.
“No you won’t, not with me here. I’ve got you, nothing ever will harm you.” He promises.
You take his word and loosen the blanket as his hand takes over to remove it and place it aside on the bed. You wore a loose tee with short cotton shorts to bed, his eyes lingered before looking back into yours, your heart skipping a beat as they met. Surely he noticed the pink tint on your cheeks, you noticed he had it too.
“Get comfortable, my dear.” He says before turning around to turn off the lamp at his bedside.
“Loki?” You cautiously warn him.
“It’s okay, just close your eyes.” He softly demands.
You do as he says, jumping slightly at the slight ‘click’ of the lamp turning off. You couldn’t stop yourself as your eyes came open once again to meet the darkness around you. There was something in the darkness this time, however, It didn’t scare you. Loki moved next to you, wrapping his arms around your form next to him. You buried your face into his chest, his familiar scent filled your lungs like a drug.
“What did I tell you? You didn’t keep your eyes closed.” He laughs smoothly.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help it.” You apologize into his skin.
“Don’t worry darling, nothing will come to harm you.” He assures you, playing with your hair against his pillow.
“I know that but I’m still scared when the lights go off and I don’t know why. It is so childish.” You shame yourself.
Loki pulls you up to him, your faces so close. You can feel his warm breath in tandem with his gentle touch that slowly calmed you to a state of fearless comfort.
“It is a fear, my love. We all have them, not just children. Some of us may grow out of them, some of us may not. It’s just an inevitable part of living.” His deep voice seeps into every pore of your skin.
“What are you afraid of, Loki? If you don't want to tell me it’s fine.” You tell him, not wanting him to feel pressured. He is doing more for you than you ever thought he would.
“Thunder.” He describes his fear in one word.
You stay silent for a second, not expecting such a quick response from the god. “But your brother-” You begin before he cuts you off.
“I know. I had to grow up with rumbles of thunder shaking the palace walls as my brother discovered his power. Sleep constantly escaped my grasp at night. I was too ashamed to tell him to stop, instead I told my mother who scolded him properly.” He gives a little laugh as he recalls the memory, “I’ve gotten over it, mostly. It still gets to me sometimes.”
You remembered the night that he walked you back to your room, when he would jump slightly whenever a clap of thunder shook the walls. “You hide it so well, I would have never known.”
“It helps when I have you by my side. I suppose that night we were helping each other face our fears.” He grins in the dark, inching his face closer to yours, so close that your noses were now lightly brushing against each other.
A comfortable moment of silence was shared between you two. He brought his hand up from underneath the covers and placed it over yours that was tucked by your chest. He wanted to make a move, you could tell. But he was so scared, so cautious, he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. Little did he know that in this moment, it was the most comfort you had ever felt in your life. You inched even closer, your lips ghosting against each other.
Loki could only ignore his feelings for you for so long before they would come to a head. He felt so strong that night that he helped you, despite the storm. Having someone rely on him and trust him, it was a feeling that he had never felt before.
“Do you want to know why I stayed behind that night, even after everyone else departed?” He reminds you of that night once again.
“Why?” You ask in a hushed tone.
“Because I wanted to help you. And I wanted you to stay with me so that I wouldn’t be alone.” He confesses.
“Why me specifically?” You question him with flushed curiosity.
“I wasn’t sure at the time. You just had this presence that comforted me, I didn’t understand it.” Your fear of the dark is nearly forgotten as you listen to him speak.
“Do you understand it now, the feeling?” Your fingers intertwined with his hand that was resting on yours.
“If I'm not mistaken, I think we both do. You are… different. In a good way, of course. I’ve never been this comfortable, this honest with any other person, not even my own family. I’m drawn to you, my love, if I may have the pleasure of calling you that?” He lifts your hand up from beneath the sheets to give it a soft kiss. Even in the dark, you can see the sincerity in his beautiful eyes.
Your smile is hidden by the darkness surrounding you two. Instead of instilling you in fear, it wrapped around you like a warm blanket. The dark made the perfect background for such a deep and intimate conversation as his warmth surrounded you, protecting you from the outside world. You didn’t answer, no words could describe what you were feeling right now. You didn’t need them anyway. Instead you confirmed your feelings with a light kiss to his lips beneath the cover of night. It was short and sweet, he barely had time to process what just happened as he silently gasped.
“Does that answer your question?” You grasp his hand tighter.
Loki groans in content, moving his body to settle even deeper into the mattress. Your legs tangled with his and your face found a home in the crook of his neck, his black strands of hair tickled your forehead before he leaned down to kiss it.
“It does.”
It was there, in the arms of your god, you drifted into a peaceful sleep. A deep sleep with no frights or nightmares. The darkness, the one thing that you feared the most, surrounded your bodies and enveloped your space. Your old fear turning into your closest friend, making it seem that the whole world melted away and the two of you remained. He was the only thing that mattered, and to him, you were his whole world. A world with no fear or darkness, only love and peaceful nights, forever.
#loki#loki fanfic#loki (marvel)#marvel#loki imagine#loki x reader#loki fluff#loki au#mcu loki#loki laufeyson#loki of asgard#loki odinson#loki god of mischief#loki x y/n#loki marvel#loki series#loki fic#fanfiction#fanfic#fluff
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New hyper-fixation, new OC, lol. This one is for Hi-Fi Rush! Their name is Honey, the left render is them while working for Vandelay, and the right is after they join Chai and the team! They're sweet, very trusting, and love living life to the fullest! But they also have a hard time focusing on reality and can come off as more than a little invasive because they watch people. Constantly. Even when they really shouldn't. They have a passion for all kinds of performing arts, but their main talents lie in dance (particularly ballet) and writing music!
Their face (including eyes and voice) are Vandelay Technologies prosthetics, and their robotic attachments can encase them and allow them to duplicate the appearance of anyone they've seen. Combined with a little bit of AI technology, they can even copy mannerisms and become very hard to discern from the original.
Backstory/infodump under cut! There will be spoilers! And it'll probably be long, lol.
So! Honey used to be really close with Kale before he took over the company. They gladly called him their best friend and were a little blind to some of his faults, chalking it up to him simply being an 'ends justify the means' kind of guy.
Kale, however, saw a little more in the relationship than was actually there, and harbored a little bit of an obsessive infatuation for them. After developing SPECTRA, he approached them with his plan to take over Vandelay Technologies and propositioned them with not only a lucrative position working for him, but the role of his beloved. He fully expected them to hop on board without question.
Honey did not. They asked if he was seriously going to mind-control his own mother, why he had to do it this way, what was even the point of vying for this so hard? Also?? They didn't think of him like that! And as his friend, they had to tell him that not only was this idea ridiculous, but absolutely awful!
Essentially, it turned into a huge blow-up. Things ended on horrible terms and, shortly afterward, Honey got into a near-fatal "accident". Kale, however, was coincidentally nearby, and managed to save them. And he even was so kind as to gift them state-of-the-art technology to replace all that they'd lost.
Tech that just so happened to have the yet untested SPECTRA.
Now fully under Kale's control, he "helped them realize" that they did, in fact, return his feelings, and were more than happy to take the job offer on top of it.
So he continued with his plan, stealing the role of CEO and placing them as the head of the Surveillance Department, which included their own SPECTRA pass-key. It was a mostly fluff job that didn't require them to leave his side too much. But when they did, it would be to check in on the other departments, usually by disguising as another Boss, or a lowly worker if they needed to be particularly inconspicuous. They were Kale's eyes and ears, and whatever they found, they could record through their prosthetic eyes and send directly back to him.
During this time, Honey's true personality was fully suppressed. They were simply subservient, quiet, and...
Always.
Watching.
The other Bosses were aware of them and their ability to spy when needed, but didn't put too much stock in them otherwise. They never spoke unless addressed by Kale, and only reached out themself through email. By the nature of their job, they had the most correspondence with Korsica and the Security Department.
After Rekka was defeated and Chai blasted Peppermint's involvement to Kale, he was able to deduce that the next target would be the AI Labs. After having Honey replicate Rekka long enough for her to "peacefully retire" and keep the news off the company's back, Kale sent them down to R&D to keep an eye on the situation. There, they disguised themself as one of Zanzo's robot assistants and watched the entire shitshow of experiments he ran on Chai.
By the time Chai came back with Macaron, Honey had sent their footage to Kale, who immediately set out with Korsica, sparking that whole chase. When Chai was captured, Kale opted to have Honey stay with Korsica for the interrogation, as a protective means for whatever information she could get out of him.
Well, that didn't work out. Korsica left and, not knowing what else to do, Honey simply observed Chai as he escaped. He noted how weird they seemed, especially when they didn't try to stop him, but with more important things to take care of, it didn't occupy his mind too much.
Once Korsica was recruited, though, she brought it to the group's attention that there were actually seven pass-keys, and informed them about Honey's role-- or what little she knew of it. And in the time they rested up and planned to deal with Mimosa, the group got to see the ways Honey replicated the other Bosses to help maintain the sense of normalcy for the company, pretending to be all three of the defeated Bosses on video and through email.
Mimosa was defeated with Honey quietly watching all the while. When Kale shut down the campus and retreats into the tower, he gave them one task: post up where the defect would try and break in, and see if they could beat him with his own skillset. If not, he'd managed to gather enough data on the temporal displacement Peppermint developed for them to use to retreat.
So Honey waited in Production, and challenged Chai along his route to the cannon. Needing as much information as they could get, they would pull him in for "dances", assessing how he moved and learned the rhythm of the beat that he moved to. Chai, meanwhile, was both flustered and weirded out by this whole "horror-movie-but-the-monster-is-cute" type situation. After each dance, they would take on the form of one of his friends and fight, using the temporal displacement to retreat whenever necessary.
The final fight, Chai had to contend with Honey perfectly replicating his own moves, his own appearance, and his own feel of the music. They seemed to understand the beat on the same wavelength he did, making the fight difficult for him. But also, it became apparent that not only were they under the control of SPECTRA, but that this strange dance-off almost seemed to pull them out of it part of the way. The physical distance from Kale also helped and, by the end of it, he was able to somewhat break through to them.
Ultimately, he gave up that run for the cannon to take them back to the hideout and have Peppermint try and disconnect them from SPECTRA until it could be destroyed. She did so, especially after realizing that she knew Honey from their friendship with Kale-- and had presumed them dead after their accident.
Once free from SPECTRA, Honey was able to fully be themself again, though with some of their trained quirks still remaining. They learned that they'd been practically catatonic for five years and about all of the things Kale had done in that time. Somewhat disillusioned by everything, they offered to help any way that they could, becoming a staunch ally of the group. And, as an act of kindness, everyone helped them get a new outfit that wasn't chosen for them by Kale!
When Chai calls on their help, they replicate him and copy his every move, essentially doubling his damage output, lol. This makes them have the longest reload time, though, and they can't replicate his special attacks.
After Kale is defeated, Honey learns to grapple with all that had happened to them-- including still having flashbacks to how they perceived those five years under Kale-- and finds a home among this rag-tag group. And perhaps even discovers true, healthy love in the form of a certain wannabe rockstar... ;)
#hi fi rush#hi fi rush oc#oc x canon#my art#Also I handmade the background using reference from official images for the game; lol#It's not a perfect 1 to 1; but I'm pretty proud of it!
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Coming Out as MTF Trans To HLC
As someone under the nonbinary-transgender umbrella (I'm still figuring it out), I hoped to bring the coming-outs to life in the way that it should happen. You are the best you that you could be, and I see you. I'm so proud of you.
Word Count: 667 words
Tags and Warnings: Fluff, some angst, mentions of transphobia.
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OMINIS GAUNT: He doesn’t quite understand right away thanks to his upbringing, but after some explaining and educating, he has a solid grasp on it! Gladly accepts MC with open arms, and tells her that if she faces any transphobia, he can get those students expelled before they can blink.
SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He’s talked to Sirona about her experience in coming out when she was younger, so he understands how daunting it feels. Sebastian reassures MC that she is safe with him, and will clock anyone that disrespects her.
AMIT THAKKAR: Amit is curious and will ask questions as respectfully as possible, and he’ll end up going on to read about others’ experiences in hopes of helping her be more comfortable. He is happy she trusts him to come out to him, and is always an open ear to listen and open arms for a hug whenever she needs the comfort.
GARRETH WEASLEY: This Weasley boy… He lets his usual jokey personality dissolve momentarily as he understands the courage it took MC to come out to him. Garreth doesn’t quite have personal experience or conversations on the topic (whether that be with someone in general or a transgender person), but that doesn’t stop him from trying his best! He’ll cheer MC up when she faces a tough path, and he’ll be there with her when she comes out to his aunt to change her dorm room.
NATSAI ONAI: Instantly welcomes MC to the girls! She will absolutely help her with finding any resources she needs, even going above and beyond to find multiple of them. Anything to help MC. :)
POPPY SWEETING: Like Natty, Poppy will instantly welcome MC to the girls and as with Anne, will invite her on the next girls’ trip out to Hogsmeade! She’s much more brave in standing up for her when she needs it, and will swoop in for the save on Highwing should MC ever need it.
IMELDA REYES: Imelda thinks MC is so badass for it. It takes a lot of courage to come out, especially in a time where being anything but cisgender was not as widely accepted in the muggle world. She validates MC in ways that don’t need words— kicks anyone who deadnames or misuses pronouns, welcomes them to the girls locker rooms of the Slytherin quidditch team (if MC is in Slytherin and on the team!) and makes sure they’re comfortable overall.
ANNE SALLOW: Anne was there when Sirona told Sebastian about her experience, and she accepts MC with open arms. Literally, she’ll hug her, and then invite her to the next girls day out to Hogsmeade!
EVERETT CLOPTON: As someone with a trans mother, he understands quite perfectly! He thanks MC for trusting him with such information and will gladly help her towards resources and books that his moms used to help the family grow a stronger bond. (He even asks MC if she would like to talk to his mom about her experiences, and will gladly pass on any letters back and forth.)
LEANDER PREWETT: Unsure of how to react at first, but lets her know that he’s supportive!! He truly means well, and he’ll show that support it in ways that aren’t the most verbal— like making it a habit to have hairpins or ribbons on hand for her hair, or correcting anyone who deadnames her.
LUCAN BRATTLEBY: Immediately offers to style her hair!!! This kid has five little sisters and has become the designated hairstylist in the family because they all beg him to do it, and other girls never let him do it. He doesn’t hesitate to place her in the women’s bracket of the Crossed Wands duels as well, when there’s gender-specific tournaments.
PROFESSOR FIG: It takes him a bit to switch from calling her his son to his daughter, but he gets it down within the week! Wholeheartedly accepts and still loves MC for who she is, and he is so proud of who she’s growing to become.
#hogwarts legacy#hl oc#fanfic#hogwarts#peter's fluxweed#scarletravenlegacy#ominis gaunt#sebastian sallow#amit thakkar#garreth weasley#natsai onai#poppy sweeting#imelda reyes#anne sallow#everett clopton#leander prewett#lucan brattleby#professor fig#x reader#x mc
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