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tearsofastraeax · 3 months

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hiii i just love ur stories and i was wondering, could u write a story where a lot of girls flirt with ghost (cause he's just so hot tbh) and we're crying and feeling bad bcs we're scared he'll find better since he dosen't reject or ignore them??

ty a lot and take care <3

thank u anon ♡ i had so much fun writing a lil angst

sorry it took me longer than expected to wrap up your request, the creative juices are not flowing these days, but i hope you enjoy ♡₊ ⊹

It's no surprise to you that going out with an incredibly fine piece of man is going to come with some jealous feelings here and there.

Just a couple weeks after you started to hang out with Ghost, you noticed women staring at him. But you didn't blame them, how could they not stare? Ghost just naturally attracts women, with his broad shoulders, his veiny arms, those giant hands ... you could go on and on forever.

But you never expected to find yourself sitting in your bedroom, hiding underneath the blanket and silently sobbing into your pillow because of it.

Earlier that day when you were out with Ghost for a drink it really hit you. You had barely left for a minute to head to the bathroom, but when you came back you saw a beautiful woman standing next to him. Inching closer and closer to him, her hand on his shoulder and a flirty smirk on her face. And it didn't look like he was opposed to it in the slightest. His body was slightly angled towards her, his face covered in mystery behind his mask, but you could feel his smile, you just knew.

Your heart felt like it was about to drop, break apart, stop beating all together. Your stomach was in knots. Your thoughts ran a mile a minute, you had no right to be jealous, right? You were only seeing the man for a couple of weeks now, nothing serious... only, at one point, unbeknownst to you, your little heart had accepted him in and made it serious. You were fucked, royally fucked.

To feign calmness you took a slow breath, in and out. Before you made your way back to Simon and the woman still plastered to his side. You coughed uncomfortably to make them both aware of your presence.

It took him a moment to take his eyes off the woman, before he turned to you.

"Oh, this is my friend, y/n," he looked back towards her, gesturing to you.

You all but managed to swallow the big lump that had formed in your throat. His friend? Is that all you were? A friend? Nothing more? Did it only take one beautiful woman to suddenly make you nothing but a friend to him? You should have known this, it was just too good to be true. Of course he would find someone better than you. You felt your eyes begin to water, but you aggressively blinked the tears away. No, you were better than this.

"Yea, his friend", you pressed out, a tight and obviously fake smile on your lips. "Who is just about to leave actually. Have fun."

You grabbed the jacket haphazardly thrown over the seat next to the one you were just sitting on and turned around. Your legs carrying you out of the bar, you couldn't wait to get out of there, to just get away, as far as possible.

What you didn't see was Ghost's slightly confused expression as he watched you leave. But what you did know was he didn't follow you. Didn't he notice how upset you were? Did he just not care?

You huffed out an annoyed sigh, at yourself, at him, at the world, at everything.

You had barely made it home, slamming the door behind you, before the tears came. They welled up, making everything blurry, and then they came crashing over you like a wave, making it hard to breathe, harder to see and impossible to do anything but slide down against the door and sob into your hands.

And there you were, laying in bed, an hour later, still fucking pissed and sad and helpless and jealous and ...

Your phone vibrated next to you, Simons name popping up on your screen. You tried to ignore the call but he immediately called again. Deciding to pick it up you heard a low growl in your ear, the hairs on your neck standing up, a slight shiver running down your back.

“Open the fucking door, y/n.”

The edge in his tone made you immediately jump off the bed. For a quick moment though you stopped in your tracks, hating how he could command you and make you feel, how he had so much power over you when clearly he didn't feel the same about you.

But you heard him pounding on your door, so you hurried to open it. The door swung open and his eyes immediately bore into yours. You swallowed down a thick lump in your throat as he crowded into you, effectively pushing the two of you into the apartment. He slammed the door behind him shut and stared down at you, never breaking eye contact.

"What the fuck was that?" He growled. You couldn’t fucking believe his attitude, weren’t you the one that was supposed to be angry?

You took in a deep breath before you answered, "well, I wasn't the one flirting with some chick..."

You meant for the words to come out more powerful, maybe even as aggressive as his. To make him understand that he had no fucking right to barge in here like this and act as if he had the right to demand answers.

"You...", his gaze softened then, shifting into ... surprise? "You're jealous?"

All you could do was shrug, feeling too raw from crying to vocalise your feelings. But to your surprise, he didn't say another word, his hand softly cradling your cheek. Your skin underneath his felt hot to the touch as you looked up to him. His eyes seemed so soft and gentle then, making your breath hitch in your throat. The feeling of him wrapped around you like a warm blanket was overwhelming. His gesture nearly stitching your heart back together all by itself.

"I'm sorry... I-", was all he could say before his lips pressed onto yours, so harsh and hurried, yet somehow gentle and sweet.

His hands slowly travelled down your body, once he reached your ass, he lifted you up so effortlessly, your legs immediately wrapping around his, as he carried you to the bedroom.

He gently whispered between kisses, "I'm gonna make it up to you, I promise."

#Simon Riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x you #Simon Riley angst #ghost angst #request #✧･ﾟ⊹ astra writes 📖

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lustfulslxt · 5 months

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Only anon bc imma pussy…but like what if matt and them have been friends for a while and she find him like jerking off to pictures and shit. Or like pics that he took of her like bent over while she wasn’t looking🤭

Caught - Matt Sturniolo

warnings : slight masturbation, sex

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Matt’s POV

It’s currently Friday night and we have the weekend off, so Y/N is spending the night with us. We usually just hang out, eat, play games, watch movies.

Y/N’s been our friend for a good few years, and we’re together a lot. If I’m being honest, she kind of drives me crazy. She’s so perfect and the simplest things she does, quite literally, make me hard.

“Can I pick the movie?” Chris asks, jumping over the couch, landing right next to me.

I shrug, “I don’t really care.”

Nick and Y/N both round the corner, and my eyes are immediately drawn to her. She’s wearing a little baby tee and some booty shorts. It’s not weird for her to be like that, we’ve all been best friends forever now. I’ve just been having new urges for a couple of months.

The two sit on the couch opposite of me and Chris. It’s hard to pull my eyes away from her, but I have to when Chris holds his hand out to me.

“What?” I ask him, raising my eyebrows.

“The remote. Do you not listen?” He retorts.

I only roll my eyes and hand him the remote from beside me. Before my gaze can return to Y/N, I quickly force myself to stare at the blank TV. I don’t know what it is, she’s just got me in some trance lately. Taking a deep breath to push my thoughts away, I roll my neck and shuffle in my seat.

“You good, Matty?” I hear her ask me, causing my head to snap in her direction.

“W-what? Why? I’m fine.” I ramble, before closing my eyes in frustration.

“You seem tense, kid.” Nick calls out.

I just ignore him, a small groan leaving my mouth. Why am I like this? What is this sick shit? I can’t get the thought of bending her over, while she takes all of me, out of my head.

With another heavy breath, I remove my hoodie as I’m beginning to get hot, and place it next to me. I can’t help but adjust myself in my seat again, feeling hot and bothered.

Of course, seeing as I have the worst self control, my eyes slowly trail back over to Y/N. She sat against the arm of the couch, one of her legs perched up, her foot flat with her knee against her chest, her other leg lying beneath that one. The position she’s in shows off her juicy thighs and encircles her core that’s covered by the thin fabric of her shorts. I can feel myself growing harder, wanting nothing more than to drag her back to my room and rail her senseless. Quickly, I grab my hoodie and place it on my lap to cover my now obvious erection.

“Dude!” Chris whisper shouts at me, “What the fuck is going on with you?”

My head shoots over to him in a panic, eyes frantic, wondering if he knows what’s going through my head right now. I can’t even form words, my breath stuck in my throat, so I just shrug and wave him off. My attention is pulled from him when I see Y/N stand up and head into the kitchen. Without thinking at all, I’m on my feet and following her.

When I round the corner, my footsteps come to a halt. There she was, bent over in the fridge. I suck in a breath, gasping at the sight in front of me. Her shorts were riding up her ass, her cheeks being completely visible, her shorts pressed tightly against her pussy. I felt like I wasn’t in control of myself as I pulled my phone out, bringing up my camera and snapping a picture of her. Just as I bring my phone back down, she turns around and locks eyes with me, my face immediately flushing.

“Hey.” She speaks, her voice soft. “Are you okay?”

I nod, gulping, “Can you toss me a water?”

She does so, a smile gracing her face in the process. I give her a small thanks and head back to my room, rather than the living room with the rest of them. I needed space to think without having her consume everything around me.

Once I shut myself in my room, I spread out on my bed, closing my eyes and sighing, completely overwhelmed with my feelings.

Y/N’s POV

It’s been an hour or so since the movie ended, everyone else was in their rooms, presumably going to sleep. I’ve just been scrolling through my phone, not really paying attention to anything on my screen as my mind was occupied elsewhere.

I can’t stop thinking about Matt; he seemed off tonight. I want to make sure he is okay, but so far, he’s only been lying and saying he’s fine. I know him better than that, I know he’s bothered by something, I just don’t know what.

Part of me wants to get up and go to his room, forcing him to talk to me. Another part is telling me to wait until he’s ready. Surely, it’s not too serious. As if the universe is telling me to go to his room, the ‘low battery’ notification pops up on my screen. My charger is in his room.

With a small huff, I remove my blanket from me and stand up from the couch, immediately heading towards his room. I figured he was probably sleeping like Nick and Chris, so I just quietly walk in. However, I couldn’t have been more wrong as he was definitely not sleeping.

His back was turned towards me, but I could see his right arm moving up and down as his head was slightly tilted back. It didn’t take a genius to realize what he was doing, so I just step backwards in an attempt to leave. As I’m about to turn out the door, his bright phone screen catches my eye. You would think he’s watching porn or something, but he’s staring at a picture. More so a picture of me. A picture of me from not even two hours ago.

“Matt!” I whisper shout, bewildered at the fact that he was jerking off to a picture that he sneakily took of me.

He jumps, flinching in embarrassment as he locked his phone and covered himself up. It took him a minute before he finally turned around to come face to face with me, his cheeks bright red.

“What are you doing in here?” He asks, his voice frantic as his eyes dart all around.

“I came to get my charger. What are you doing in here?” I reply, emphasizing my question. When he doesn’t answer, I continue, “I saw you, Matt.”

His mouth begins to open and shut, unsure of what to say. He closes his eyes and inhales, “I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You took a picture of me.” I state, as if it wasn’t blatantly obvious by now.

He nods, licking his lips nervously. I could see that he was anxiously anticipating my reaction, but I didn’t even know what to do. What do you do when you’re turned on by your best friend touching himself to a picture he took of you?

I walk over to the bed and sit next to him, “Is this the first time you’ve done this?”

He avoids eye contact with me and shakes his head from left to right, indicating he’s done it before. He opens his phone up, and immediately scrolls to the next picture and, once again, it’s of me. I was wearing a bralette and a mini skirt that barely covered my ass. One of my legs was perched up on the table as I leaned forward to put on my shoe. My asscheeks were out and you could clearly see my lace underwear beneath the skirt.

“Damn, I look good.” I smirk, pleased with the photo.

“Yeah, you do.” He chuckles, immediately stopping and looking back at my face, trying to read my emotions.

“So, you’re fantasizing about me?” I question.

He bashfully nods, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

“Why didn’t you just come to me?”

He shrugs, “And say what? Hey Y/N, so like, I kind of want to fuck the shit out of you.”

I blush, as if it isn’t obvious by the fact that he was jerking off to me, and mimic his shrug. “What if I wanted you to fuck the shit out of me?”

His eyes widen, thrown back by my statement. After taking a moment to recover, he scoots closer to me and softly grabs my face with one of his hands, bringing me closer to him.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, looking into my eyes for confirmation.

Instead of responding with words, I close the gap between us and press my lips onto him. The kiss is short and sweet, more so testing the waters. It only takes a second before we meet again, our lips lapping one another’s perfectly. He placed his free hand on my back, pulling me impossibly closer as my hands make their way to his hair. A soft groan erupts from his throat as I give his hair a nice tug, the sound of his sultry voice going straight to my core.

Gaining a new found confidence, Matt swiftly pulls me onto his lip and shoves his tongue in my mouth. He’s licking and sucking everything, swapping saliva. I can feel his dick bulging between my legs, fully rock hard. His hands meet my hips, grinding me against him, eliciting a moan from my lips.

“I want you so bad.” He groans into my ear as his lips work on my neck.

“Then take me.” I say, allowing him more access with a tilt of my head.

Like a flip switched, Matt quickly removes my shirt, leaving me topless in his lap. He groans at the sight of my bare chest, his hands bringing both of my boobs into his palms, squeezing them tenderly. He pinches both of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, kneading them. Soft whimpers left my lips as he did so, his wet mouth also leaving kisses all over my neck.

My hands grab the hem of his shirt and I pull it over his head, connecting our lips once more after. His arm wraps around my back and he turns, laying me flat on his bed, taking position knelt above me, his mouth never leaving mine. His fingers hook in the waistband of my shorts, lingering as if waiting for approval, so I pull away and give him a nod when we make eye contact.

Within seconds, the rest of my clothes are on the floor and I lay bare in front of him. He’s on his knees, in between my legs, and his eyes are boring into me, his pupils blown out with lust. I can see his dick protruding from his boxers, begging to be released from its restrictions, eager for any kind of stimulation. He swiftly removes the piece of clothing, before laying down right beside me.

He pulls me into him, one of his hands on my face, the other on my bare ass. He slams his lips into mine, his tongue instantly swiping against my bottom lip, asking for entrance, to which I gave him. Our tongues battled for dominance, Matt shoving his in my mouth, exploring as much as he can while our teeth clash together. With every touch, I feel my arousal pooling between my legs, drenching my folds. Matt squeezes my ass, kneading it before his fingers trail closer to my opening. He reaches down to my pussy and swipes his fingers between my folds, emitting a moan from me.

“Mmm. You’re so wet for me.” He groans into my lips.

Without another word, he slides two fingers through my slit, immediately entering my hole. He swallows every moan that comes from my mouth as he kisses me, hard. His fingers continue pumping in and out, getting me ready to take him. My hand envelops his throbbing dick, squeezing as I pumped my hand, causing him to shudder and buck his hips.

“I want to be inside of you.” He groans, still bucking his hips.

“Please. I need you so bad, daddy.” I moan out as his fingers thrust back into me.

He swiftly removes his hand, shoving his fingers in my mouth as he rolls me over so that my back is against his chest. I suck on his fingers, cleansing them of my juices. He takes his hand from my mouth and wraps it around my throat at the same time he sinks himself into me. I can’t help them lewd moans that erupt from me. His hand moves from my throat to my hair, grabbing a fistful and pulling my head back, making me arch my back. His opposite hand grabs my leg and lifts it up to the side, giving himself better access as his thrusts pick up.

“Oh fuck.” I moan, my face scrunching up in pleasure.

He picks up the pace, railing in and out of me. He leans forward, his mouth meeting the side of my neck, sucking and biting on the sensitive skin. I can hear his low moans right in my ear and it was turning me on so much more.

“Shit. Feels s-so good, Matt.” I gasp, reveling in the way he’s making me feel.

His thrusts turn more aggressive, my legs now shaking and my breath catching in my throat. His grip on my hair tightens, pulling my head back even more. His eyes meet mine and he’s got a devilish smirk on his face.

“Nah, baby. What’s my name?”

With the way he’s pounding into me, I can’t even think straight. His hand reaches under my leg, using his forearm to keep it up, his fingers meeting my clit, and rubbing in fast, tight circles.

“What’s my name?” He repeats, his tone more demanding and aggressive.

“Daddy! Fu - fuck, daddy! Nghh.” I whine out, my body convulsing.

“Such a good girl. Cum for daddy, so I can fill you up.” He groans, keeping the exact same rhythm with his hand and hips.

My mind is hazy and I can’t hear anything but the sound of my rapid heartbeat as I let go. I shake and tremble, unable to keep my composure as pornographic moans leave my mouth. A moment later, I feel his hot cum shoot into me, loud moans escaping from him. He continues fucking into me, letting us ride out our highs.

He pulls out and drops my legs, immediately rubbing my hip and thigh, as if sensing the incoming charlie horse. After a minute, he flips me over to face him, staring into my eyes. He doesn’t say anything, just gazing at me, intensely. Suddenly a grin pulls to his lips and they’re meeting mine in a sweet and tender kiss.

“Do you want to take a shower with me?” He asks, brushing the sweaty hair out of my face. “Then, maybe spend the night in here with me?”

“Sounds good.” I grin back, pulling him in for another kiss.

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a/n : mixed feelings ab this, sorry if it’s not what you had in mind! hope you enjoy:) send in reqs 🫶🏼

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del-thetiredwriter · 11 months

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Mafia au/ Good Luck while running away from the mafia part 1

Intro , part 0.5 , part 2 , part 3

Notes: Guess what I’m back . To be honest I didn’t quite like it but anyway I’m posting it and I can’t write fight scenes (￣▽￣;). It’s so exhausting.

Tags: @loivre , @randomlyappearingartist , @serenity-loves-red , @hasty-desert , @moonlight-nightwing , @hrhqueenfox , @oceanside-pixie

Warning: cursing, fighting, blood, shooting, Yandere stuff…

“Riddle-san, what are you doing, sir?”

At the question, Riddle briefly lifted his eyes from the documents and looked at you.

“I was just wondering about a thing.” He replied.

You looked around at the files arranged in order. All of them had one thing in common: betrayal, crime, wrong, etc. against the organizations punishments .

“I was really curious about what caught Riddle-san's attention. What could possibly make you go through even the files from the old manager Trein-sensei's time?"

Riddle smiled.

"Don't worry, you'll find out soon." said Riddle.

You were suddenly startled by the sound of footsteps. Apparently you fell asleep. You're not normally someone who sleeps a lot, but for the past two weeks you haven't been able to sleep properly.

After leaving the organization or rather escaping, you temporarily settled in a remote coastal city where you hoped they'd find you a little late. With a little help, you changed your identity, your phone line, everything. You've removed everything that indicates Y/n L/n.

Life here was calmer compared to your old life. You wished you could stay here forever. But you knew they would find you eventually. You lived ,one night in your sleep afraid that they would find you at your most vulnerable moment.

You were currently working in a cafe. Although it may seem a little illogical, working at the cafe, which was open until midnight, was actually a little better for you. The more people around you, the easier it is to avoid them.

"Yo!" You turned the way you came. Your colleague Alex was glaring at you with his arms folded.

“Yuu, what are you doing in the camera room again, are you skipping work again?”

'Yuu' is your new identity that you created to make it harder for them to find you while running away. You still had a hard time getting used to the name.

“No, Alex. I just- "

"Anyway, I'm going downstairs. You have the upstairs okay?"

You nodded and Alex left the room. You looked at the clock, it was 10:00 pm. You stretched yourself and yawned. Two more hours until the end of the shift.

As you were about to get up, your eyes were caught by the cameras. Your eyes widened in panic at what you saw. You watched three people enter the cafe. You'll recognize those red hair, those grins, those faces wherever you see them. Heartslabyul found you. No, they all found you. You clenched your teeth, your time was limited.

The reason you spent most of your time in the camera room was because you could see everything from here. You quickly grabbed your gun from the locked drawer and loaded it. Deuce and Cater took a table downstairs near the front exit. Ace was walking up the stairs.

You took a deep breath. You should have thought fast. You should have gotten out of here . But for that you had to go down the stairs first.

You went behind the door and waited. You waited for Ace to find you.

Look at the cameras. It was approaching. You gripped your gun tightly. And the door opened. You punched the poor boy in the face as the door opened.

“Agh-“ A bitter moan broke out from Ace.

Before he could draw his gun, you kicked him in the stomach and dropped it to the ground.

“Agh- it's been a long time and the first thing you do when you see me is attack me? Really Y/n.” Ace grinned . Clutching his nose, which was bleeding from your punch.

You muttered, "Bastard."

“Come on Y/n didn't you miss me? I missed you so much." He tried to punch you, but you avoided him. You both started to struggle. Ace might have been strong, but you were more experienced and stronger than him. You grabbed him by the head and knocked him to the ground. Before he could regain his balance, you took his tie and tied him with it.

“What am I going to miss about you, you sadistic bastard!”

You picked up the gun on the ground.

“What? Are you going to shoot me ?” Ace said in a tone you didn't like.

“You have to stop asking questions you know the answer to.”

At 11:00 pm, screams broke out in a cafe with the sound of 'bang' gunfire. Everyone in the cafe began to flee desperately, except for two people. The two men, one with red hair and the other with black hair, started to make their way to the upper floor of the cafe.

“Do you think who shot whom, hmm~” Cater asked the younger one.

As the two of them went upstairs, the power went out suddenly and the whole cafe was plunged into darkness.

“Looks like Y/n-chan won.” said Cater to himself.

“Let's separate . You stay here, Y/n has to use the stairs before they can get out of the cafe.” Cater instructed.

“Okay, sir.” said Deuce.

You held your breath under the table. You waited for Cater's footsteps to go away. You were the one who cut the electricity. Five minutes later the generator would start working . You should have gotten out of here by then. Finally, making sure that Cater was far enough away, you slowly came out from under the table. No matter how hard you tried not to make a sound, Deuce heard you.

“Y/n? Is this you ?"

Now that his eyes were accustomed to the dark, he could barely make out your silhouette. Everything happened so abruptly. You took a chair and hit Deuce with it. While he was stunned by the blow, you ran downstairs with your names and the electricity came back. Your five minutes were up.

When the lights were turned on, an unexpected sight was in front of you.

Riddle was sitting at a table eating strawberry pie as if nothing had happened.

“Ah, Y/n you finally came down. I was getting really bored waiting for you.” He said while taking a slice of the pie.

You pointed your gun at him. "Get out of my way if you don't-"

"It's been a long time since we've seen each other, Y/n, but will you put that gun down?" A familiar voice said as you turned around and saw Trey pointing his gun at you. As always, even in this state, he was smiling gently at you.

“Tch. What do you want ? Why are you here?" You asked questions that you know very well the answer to.

Riddle smiled.

“Y/n L/n you are posing a great danger to the organization right now. You also have cases of injuring my men. You understand what I'm trying to say, right?"

"Get out of my way or I'll shoot you."

Riddle laughed.

“You won’t t kill me, you can't. Just like we can't do to you. Now if you drop that gun, I'll do my best to mitigate your sentence."

This was clearly a lie. You grit your teeth. You smiled calmly and did as he said. You slowly put your gun down and raised your hands in the air.

“Well done, here it is. I wish you would always listen to my words like this. Now let's go back." said Riddle.

“Sorry Riddle but I won't be back!” You said and detonated the smoke bomb you were hiding. The area was suddenly covered with fog. You quickly walked out the front door through that mess and got into your car.

“Get them quick!” Riddle shouted.

You quickly drove away. There was no turning back anymore. The Game has started.

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland mafia au #yandere heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #trey clover #yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere cater diamond #yandere trey clover #yandere ace trappola #yandere deuce spade #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader

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kishibe-kisser · 27 days

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Wish I never met you (Ghost)

A/N: It's finally here. I'm really proud of this one. Sorry it took so long to finish. Life really spiralled out of control. But if you still want to take the time to read this I would greatly appreciate it.

Tags: Zombie Apocalypse au!, Ghost x afab!reader, mentions of blood, death, mentions of suicide, Soap, Price, yelling, arguing, enemies to lovers, smut

Smut tags: kissing, p in v, oral (reader receiving), nipple play

Word count: 13173 words

Tag list: @mildlyhopeless @twdhtgawm @lilliumrorum

No one ever mentions how heavy a dead body is, not when the topic arises. The dead weight of someone in your arms, with absolutely no help. No it’s not something that crosses someone’s mind when thinking about death. You had never thought about it until now and well, he was so heavy, between all of the gear and the size of him, it was nearly impossible to pull him further than a few feet at a time.

Tears blurred your vision, dripping down your face and making it hard to identify where you were. It wasn’t something you normally had to pay attention to, he did that enough for the both of you, his head always on a swivel. Trying to pull him along from under his arms, your feet dug into the dirt and you put all your strength into it before falling over. His body laying on your legs as you couldn’t find the strength to move anymore. Blood filled your mouth as you bit your lips to stop the screaming, the familiar metallic taste making the tears fall even harder.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You apologized softly, cradling his head in your arms as you gave up. “I can’t do this.” You said even softer, refusing to look at him and looking up at the dark sky. Screaming wasn’t an option, screaming meant losing both of your bodies forever and you were damned if you were going to let that happen. You were going to bring him home, you had to bring him home, you owed that to him. “Damn you.” You cried, smacking his still chest. “I wish I had never met you Simon Riley.” You meant every word, more tears falling from your eyes with each syllable. In a world like this it was better to be alone and before him, you knew that… before him, it was the way you survived.

Pressing your ear to the door, you listened diligently for shuffling or any other signs of life. There wasn’t a sound and while that would have been enough for someone else, it wasn’t enough for you. You absolutely didn’t trust it, it wouldn’t have been the first time that you walked into an apartment expecting to find it empty only to be rushed at by one of those things. No, you couldn’t be reckless like that.

Gently you rapped your fingers against the door, loud enough to create the softest sound but not loud enough for any other apartment to even catch a peep. You pressed your ear to the door again, once again not hearing a sound and only then did you decide it was safe enough to try. So far, your apartment building had been a gold mine. The apartments on your floor having had enough supplies to keep you alive this long. It felt seemingly unscathed aside from the few undead stragglers, it was nearly empty. It had been a blessing and a curse to you, thinking about your neighbors that were most likely long gone. The building had been full of families, parents who worked and children who went to school, families who simply were living their lives when the world ended. The outbreak hitting the big cities the hardest towards the middle of the day, no one had been home, well almost no one. It was hard to believe a simple cold was what kept you alive that day, having decided that morning that it wasn’t worth the fight to go into work.

Guilt filled your body each time you broke into someone else’s home and saw the life they had left behind. The pictures on the walls, the vases filled with dead flowers and children play room’s with untouched teddy bears, they haunted you as you tried to sleep every night.

You sighed stepping into the empty apartment, a sigh of relief that nothing had come running at you the second the door opened and a knowing sigh that this apartment would soon also become a location for your nightmares.

This apartment wasn’t familiar to you in the slightest, never having it’s residents before and that made it a little easier. Looking around you took in the décor and the details as you shut the front door behind you. Your hand gripped your knife tightly, just in case as you wandered around. You nearly passed the old photo hanging on the wall, a wedding photo of the couple that most likely lived here in their old age. A stinging sensation filled your chest and you shook your head. “Don’t think about it.” You mumbled to yourself, brushing past it quickly to make your way to the kitchen. “Don’t think about it.” You repeated to yourself as you rummaged through their cabinets and took any canned item you could find. While this was the new normal, stealing from people never felt normal.

However you weren’t against the little joys in life, spotting a can of cherry pie filling that made you smile. This was going to be your treat and those were few and far between. Rummaging through the drawers, you found a can opener and sat down on the couch. Was it your most shining moment, no, did it matter? Absolutely not. The sweet cherry taste made you damn near moan as you spooned them out of the can.

You pulled your knees under your chin, still eating the pie filling as you pretended life was normal for a moment before nearly jumping out of your skin at a sound. It wasn’t the sound of zombies or an animal, no it was the sound of people and those were nine times out of ten worse than the undead.

Shuffling around to your pack, you left your treat behind. This was stressful because there was no way to tell what category they fell into, meaning you had to get out before you found out. That was just what you were trying to do as you gripped your knife, slowly and carefully opening the front door again. You hadn’t however, anticipated the three guns trained on you or the heavily armed men staring you dead on from your crack in the door.

“You bit?” The one with a thick mustache asked and you shook your head, knife still gripped in your hand but out of sight from them. You could swear they could hear your heartbeat, through your clothes and through the wood of the door. Your pause in answering was for two reasons: one, you were taking in their appearance, military uniforms on, heavy gear and vests and one wearing a skull mask and two, you were trying to keep your voice steady despite your whole body shaking. They seemed like military men, but the mask was throwing you off…that and the way his intense eyes were staring at you.

“No. Could ask the same thing.” You said, all your efforts to keep your voice from shaking out the window. “As that is your right, no we’re all clear.” The man said with a smile, but you didn’t feel at ease, not quite yet. “Put the knife down.” The man in the skull mask said and your eyes shot to him with fear. How did he know? “I don’t think that’s fair. There’s three of you and one of me.” You admitted and watched the smallest of the three let out a laugh. “Honest, I like it.” He remarked but laughter was the last thing on your mind. “I understand the caution especially in times like this. We’re from the military base near by and we have been trying to clear buildings and get civilians a place of refuge. We aren’t here to harm.” It was true, times like this were hard and a little extra caution wasn’t an excessive luxury.

Maybe it was your lack of social interaction or maybe it was the sugar rush from the pie filling you ate, but you pulled the door open and maybe misplaced some trust into these men. It was also partially the idea of refuge. You hadn’t spoken to anyone but yourself in months and while you were absolutely terrified and outnumbered, your gut wasn’t yelling at you.

The second the door opened more, the man with the skull mask pulled you forward and knocked your knife out of your hand. “Just a precaution.” Skull mask grumbled, hands roughly tracing over your body. It wasn’t in an invasive way of any sort but in a protective way, just to make sure you weren’t hiding anything. His touches nearly knocked you over, not quite steady on your feet and you braced yourself on the wall for a moment. “Easy, Ghost.” The man with the mustache said, raising his hand to calm the other man’s movements. “Yeah, easy. I don’t have anything to hide.” You said, feeling venomous towards the man. “Like I haven’t heard that one before.” He said in your ear, finishing his pat down and moving to your backpack.

You stood against the door, watching them go through your things. It felt invasive, them taking the cans of food from your bag and looking through the change of clothes you always had with you. The book you were reading even fell to the floor and you sighed, bending over to pick it up.

“I think it’s fair, considering I’m outnumbered and you’ve held my underwear in your hands that I know your names.” You said, fidgeting with your book in your hand. The way these men searched your things and conducted their business had you convinced, that and the closer look to their badges and uniforms. “Captain John Price.” The man with the mustache told you, extending his hand to you. Hesitantly, you took it and watched as the man with the skull mask made sure you didn’t make any sudden moves. He hadn’t eliminated you as a threat just yet, nor did he appreciate your attitude.

“I’m Soap and our cheery friend here is Ghost.” The smaller of the three clasped his hand on the man’s shoulder. Ghost wasn’t one for situations like this, which made him the best one to take on jobs like this. While they were all good at paying extra attention in situations like this, he truly excelled at reading the room. When it came to character judgement however, he was still learning and he always would be. A rough childhood would do that to you, it made you see people a little darker than the average person. So your attitude didn’t spark any warm feelings in him, all he saw was a nervous doe in wolves clothing.

“You live here?” He asked, handing you your bag back but not your knife. “Haven’t left the building since this all started.” You admitted, looking to your shoes and avoiding the eyes on you. “Haven’t talked to anyone since this all started.” You added on and shook your head at your own sad admission. “Are there a lot of people? Where you guys are?” You asked suddenly, a wave of hope filling your chest only to be shot down instantly. “You’re in no position to be asking questions.” Ghost interrupted, watching the temporary light leave your eyes. They had a nice haven going, with families, a community and self sufficient living. There was a lot to lose by bringing in the wrong person.

“There are. We have a community all living in the base barracks.” Price told you, raising his hand to Ghost to tell him to lay off. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into his lieutenant, but something had sparked an immediate dislike towards you and he didn’t understand why. Besides, personal opinion in international crisis was the last of anyone’s worry. Everyone deserved a chance to survive, everyone deserved a chance to be protected. It was why they had all joined the service in the first place.

You didn’t tell them about your apartment, or that you had a lot of things still left there. You figured should their refuge not be what you expected, you could always come back. At least that was what you were telling yourself. It wasn’t that you wanted to come back, you didn’t want to need to, you wanted this to work. Even if Ghost was staring at you like you were seconds committing a crime at all time, if you had to live like that it was fine. You wanted to live, to survive and who knows how long you still would have lasted in that building. If the military were the ones to find the building, you were lucky, it could have been a lot worse and ended very differently.

That was what you were telling yourself as you were pulled out of their armored truck. It was clear you were in the base by all the stiff government buildings and the cement walls surrounding them. But it wasn’t conducting as a military base anymore, at least not officially. Sure there were men in uniform wandering around but what really surprised you was the amount of kids running around, playing. It had you stopped in your tracks, watching with a little smile.

The cherry pie filling had been your treat for the day, but seeing all these kids gave you hope and that definitely trumped the sweet treat.

“Haven’t seen kids in a while?” Soap asked, passing you your backpack. You shook your head, trying to make the tears disappear that you hadn’t realized had formed. “Not any that were alive.” You admitted, pushing back the less than pleasant memories that had formed in your mind. Your apartment building was home to families, of course you stumbled across awful sights and had to take care of things you would have preferred not to.

“Come on, I’ll show you to your bed and then off to the showers.” Soap smiled, placing a hand on your shoulder and your eyes went wide. That was a word you hadn’t thought about for a long time and you found yourself tearing up again. “Did you say showers?”

Once you’re isolated for an extended period of time, it’s hard to adjust to be around people again. Ghost knew this, so his eyes were plastered on you as you walked through the base. You looked better now, less like a cornered animal and that put him a little at ease but he was still weary.

“I don’t think she’s anything to worry about.” Soap said, unloading the canned food they had found on their trip. “I have a bad feeling, Johnny.” Ghost said in return, ripping his gaze from you to help. Soap shook his head with a laugh before turning to him. “What are you really worried about? Think she’s hiding something?” He asked him and Ghost shrugged for a moment. “Could be, just find it hard to believe that someone like that can survive so long without help. We’ve lost plenty of good people to less in the last months. What if she was just separated from her group?” He unloaded, letting his feelings towards this situation out. “We’ve brought back a lot of people under the same circumstances and you haven’t acted this way. Besides, you know as well as I do that people will do anything to survive, even if it seems unlikely. Look at differently, she’s strong. She has to be to have survived so long alone, she might even be an asset.” Ghost knew he was right, he knew he was just being paranoid. He couldn’t ignore that feeling in his chest when he looked at you though.

“How have you been adjusting?” Captain Price asked you, sitting at what you assumed was his office even before the world went to Hell. You fiddled with the fabric of your shirt as you thought of an answer. It didn’t help that Ghost was seated on the couch in the room, watching you think of something to say. He didn’t like you and that was clear, not that you were the biggest fan of him either. Adjusting hadn’t been easy but you didn’t want them to think you couldn’t handle it. You didn’t want to be turned away.

“I haven’t been sleeping well.” You said softly, avoiding Price’s eyes. “If it’s the cots, they take getting used to. The barracks weren’t made for civilians.” Price said with a sympathetic smile. You shook your head, raising a hand to stop him. “It’s not that- it’s-“ “It’s being around so many people. It’s too noisy, right?” Ghost asked and your head whipped around to him. How did he know?

“You get used to being alone so long, being around so many people can be overwhelming.” You admitted and you felt absolutely pathetic. A solid roof over your head, people that want to look after each other surrounding you and you couldn’t get a night’s sleep? You hated your body and mind for being so ungrateful.

He knew the feeling well, better than most. He struggled with this when they brought the first batch of survivors on base. They were strangers to him, sleeping a few feet away from him and they were loud. They weren’t really loud, he knew that. But you never quite realize how loud people are in general until it’s all taken away, it takes getting used to and he felt somewhat… sympathetic towards you. Being in the military equips you with coping mechanisms for things like this, it was harder for the average person.

“You’re not the first one to experience this. Which should be comforting, you’re adjusting normally.” Price told you and you feigned a smile. “If you need anything let me know.” Price added on and dismissed you. You didn’t feel comforted really, but you knew you needed to fight through it. It was a safe space and you hadn’t met anyone yet that made you uncomfortable, Ghost aside. You could do it, you had been through worse than a sleepless night.

You had been dreading the night and doing anything possible to avoid thinking about it. Oddly enough, there was plenty to do. You helped organize some of the canned food, looked into the farming system they had set up and helped cook dinner. It was a community and helping out made you feel better.

“There you are! Was beginning to think you were never going to show up.” Christine smiled as you entered the barracks. She had been kind to you from the moment you walked onto base, though it was clear she had been well socialized already. She never seemed to have an awkward moment with anyone and well, you were filled with them. It was nice to know she was worried about you though, it was dark outside and you had to sleep at some point.

“Yeah, was just doing a bunch. What’s up?” You asked, slowly walking together towards your cot. “One of the Lieutenant’s asked me to pass this along to you. You know, Ghost, the one with the skull mask.” She smiled, showing you the items in question. Earbuds and a historical fiction novel. “Did he say anything?” You asked, accepting the items with hesitation. He hadn’t said one kind thing to you since you got there, whatever this was about it couldn’t mean anything good. “Nope, just asked me to pass it along.” She said and you nodded in understanding, despite not understanding anything at all.

“Can I ask you something.” You said, mouth speaking before you even realized. “Of course.” She beamed, brushing her long blond hair behind her ear. She seemed eager at the chance of getting to know you more. “What’s his deal? Ghost’s. Like I’ve only seen him in the mask.” You asked, watching her smile pull even wider. “And that’s the only way you will see him. It never comes off. He’s a good guy though, I think. The most he’s said to me was asking me to give you that. He takes good care of everyone though. Just not with a lot of words. The kids think he’s a superhero.” You found yourself smiling at the way she talked about him and you could totally see the kids seeing him as a superhero.

The mask thing didn’t become anymore clear to you and well, you definitely weren’t going to ask him about it. You simply took his token of kindness and kept your mouth shut.

It wasn’t unusual for some of the guys doing security checks to wander through the barracks to make sure nothing was wrong. Ghost was lucky enough to be the one to have to do it this time, much to his own dismay. However duties were duties and while he’d definitely complain about it, he’d do it. He was curious to see if you were awake anyways.

With his gun tucked into his arms, he stepped lightly into the barracks. Wandering in between all the beds, he made sure nothing was out of the ordinary. Head on a swivel as he double checked perimeter until he reached your bed. The book he had leant you was nothing special, some boring historical novel he had lying around. Each time he had tried to read it, it lulled it right to sleep so he thought it might have the same effect on you. As for the earbuds, they worked better some days more than others. He didn’t know why he cared about if you slept well, he just knew he did.

By the looks of things it worked, the book lay open on your chest and the earbuds were tucked snugly into your ears. You were out cold and looked peaceful. From the moment you had been here, he had his eye on you and it always looked like you were going to run. This was the first time you had seemed okay, normal even.

Your chest rose and fell softly, your lips slightly pursed together as you slept deeply. Ghost sighed while looking at you, reaching out to take the book off your chest and folding a corner of the page you were on to keep your place for you. He then placed it next to your cot, taking another moment to look at your face. He was starting to understand it, the feeling he always had in his chest when he looked at you. This would have happened in the normal world too, had he have seen you. You were the prettiest thing he had ever seen and while pretty things didn’t normally make him weak, times were different and so was he.

They hadn’t been wrong about the time it took to adjust, it wasn’t long until you were fully on your feet and used to life at the base. One thing was sure though, you were itching to see how things truly were on the outside. Between the apartment building and the base, you had lived a sheltered life compared to most. You liked being able to fend for yourself and that was a quality you felt slowly disappearing. If something happened you had to know how to protect yourself again, how to exist in this world.

“Hey Y/N!” A small voice called as you walked across the base. You knew exactly who it was and it took no 2 seconds for small hands to tug at the edge of your shirt. You scooped the boy up in your arms, tickling him as you did and enjoyed the laughter that came out of it. “Jackson does your mom know you’re running around like a wild child?” You asked, still walking but now with the child on your hip. Christine’s son was an absolute ray of sunshine and you would do anything if it meant keeping that joy safe.

“Ghost is going to get supplies. I wanted to go with them but they told me I wasn’t allowed until I’m older.” He rambled, ignoring your question meaning his mother didn’t know. You were just glad Ghost and Soap had enough common sense to tell him he couldn’t come along. “Is that so, well how about I go talk to them about it?” You said, placing the boy back on the ground and looking towards the car that was being loaded up. “Yes! I want to go.” He pouted up at you and you ruffled his hair. “And I’ll let them know.” You promised, pink swearing with the child before making your way over.

“That little con artist convince you to talk us into taking him with us?” Soap asked, both of the men having seen the interaction between you and the child. “You have to admit for a six year old he can be quite persuasive.” You fired in return, smiling as you looked at Ghost. He wasn’t rude to you anymore and you could appreciate that. His presence around you felt overwhelming like he was always there, watching. The least he could do was be nice about it. “But no, I was going to ask if I can go with you guys.” Ghost’s expression, from what you could tell, drained from any amusement.

“No way.” He said bluntly, not even wanting to think about having you out there. He hated having to bring others along, civilians, but the thought of bringing you along was worse. He couldn’t focus with you around, he wouldn’t be able to be the best he could be out there.

“Jesus LT, lighten up. We’ve gone to that area a million times. Y/N’s good for it.” Soap said, not understanding the blunt response. “We can make this a civilian run, they need to know how to do this stuff too. Just in case.” He added on, hands gripping the shoulder straps of his vest. “I’d rather strip naked and dance in front of those zombies with no fence in between us, than do a civilian run.” Ghost responded, the remark making you bite back a laugh and making Soap pull a face. “I’d pay good money to see that.” You joked, watching Ghost’s eyes go back to looking at you. He was smiling, you could tell by the way wrinkles formed by his eyes but you wouldn’t let him know that you knew.

“I’d burn my eyes if I saw that.” Soap cringed before shaking his head. “Y/N go get a pack. I’ll get someone else to come along too.” He said shortly after, ignoring the way Ghost was bawling his fists.

“You really have a stick up your arse when it comes to her.” Soap turned to him, confused look on his face. “If someone else would ask you’d be annoyed but not care.” “She’s not someone else.” Ghost mumbled, needing to vent his feelings but not knowing how to do it. “Got a crush there LT?” The words already just sounded stupid. He was a full grown man at the end of the world, saying he had a crush was ridiculous. “Shut up.”

The car ride was painfully silent, an awkward air filling the car. Between you, Soap, Ghost and the man you knew who worked in the kitchen who’s name was Jack, the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. You swallowed the lump in your throat, looking between the 2 military men in the front seat. Ghost’s gloved hand gripping the steering wheel as you drove through back roads. There was a feeling in the pit of your stomach when you looked at him, confusion combined with frustration and butterflies. Fear was also in the mix, not sure of what to expect now that you were on the outside.

“Where are we going?” You asked, trying to cut the tension. You watched as zombies took notice of the car driving by, slowly changing their direction to the noise not knowing they wouldn’t be able to keep up. “Small string of shops. We haven’t cleared them out yet but we haven’t been there in a while, so if we haven’t someone else might have.” Soap explained, glancing back to you and you nodded. “Remember, we’re looking for preserved food. Cans, bags, things that can’t really go bad.” Ghost added on, icy blue eyes locking with yours through the mirror. He tore his gaze away first before putting his eyes back to the road.

“We’re splitting up and meeting back here in max 2 hours. Stick to your partner. I-“ Soap was cut off, as you all stood in front of the now parked car. “I’ll go with Y/N. You go with Jack.” Ghost announced, pointing the other two men to each other. It seemed Soap could sense your dread, shooting you a sympathetic look. “Right, 2 hours.” He confirmed with everyone, making sure everyone understood.

You felt uneasy, not because you were finally out of the base but because of the fact he chose to be with you. Did he really still not trust you after all this time, not after the small things he had done for you? Or the way you adjusted to everyone and tried to help out where you could. Why couldn’t he see how hard you were trying?

“I’m surprised.” You said, looking everywhere but at him as you prepared to enter the first store. “Surprised at what?” He grumbled, before carefully opening the door. It was eerily quiet out and extra caution wasn’t a bad thing. “You picked me to partner up with. Especially considering how badly you didn’t want me coming along.” You explained, following behind him. “It’s not that important.” He said and you sighed, ignoring the remark and wandering through the shop. It didn’t seem to have much else other than baby supplies. Picking up some bottles and other things some of the moms back at the base might need. It wasn’t on the list but it was important.

“Planning on getting pregnant some time soon, those weren’t on the list.” Ghost hovered over you and you looked at him with a harsh expression. “No and I know these weren’t on the list. But there are plenty of moms with young babies at the base. Stuff like this is good.” You said and watched him roll his eyes for a moment before continuing to look. He wasn’t annoyed at you, no, he was annoyed at himself for not thinking about that, not to mention there were a few pregnant women around too. Maybe it was good that you came along.

“I can’t believe you still don’t trust me.” You said, voice cracking for a second despite how strong you were trying to be. It was bothering you, you wanted him to like you, to trust you.

“This has nothing to do with trust.” He said in return, surprised at your outburst. “Bullshit.” You rumbled back and picked up your bag to keep going. There were plenty more stores to go through and you were so frustrated, you didn’t want to be around him anymore.

The silence was even more uncomfortable now, so much so it even bothered him. He just didn’t know what to say, he didn’t mean for things to this way. Ghost was so in his feelings about the whole thing, he didn’t notice you had wandered off which was rare because if anything he always paid too much attention. “Y/N?” He asked, not wanting to raise his voice too much. Maybe you went into the next store, he thought to himself as he wandered around with a wave of panic through his body. “Y/N?” He said, a little louder this time as he scanned the store quickly. The moan of a zombie however made him whip his head around. This store was overrun and surely you wouldn’t be stupid enough to run in here. At least that’s what he thought, until he saw your backpack on the ground.

He already saw why you did what you did, the back wall was filled with canned goods and you thought you were doing a good thing. But where were you? He couldn’t see you anywhere at first glance, until he saw you on top of one of the shelving units waving at him to not come closer. They hadn’t seen him yet or heard him.

You were absolutely panicking, your heart pounding in your ears and you were looking at Ghost with nothing but pure fear. Of all situations you could have ruined, you really mucked this one up and now he was going to have to save you, which you hated even more.

Ghost gestured for you to carefully grab your knife from your belt and you listened, trying not to move too much or make too much noise. He urged you to slowly come off the shelf, but you felt stuck. They would definitely see you and they were no 2 feet away from you. Just as you were gathering the courage, lifting your legs off the shelf, a zombie crossed right next to you and your heart nearly stopped. Covering your mouth, you couldn’t let it hear you breathe. When it wandered further you looked back to Ghost, who gestured for you to hurry up, his other hand gripping his gun. Surely he wouldn’t let you die like this? Right?

Gathering all of your courage, you pushed off the shelf and listened how the metal sang under the pressure. It was like the whole room came to life, roars and hisses chasing after you as you made a run for the door. You avoided the arms coming towards you, the smell of rotting flesh drawing nearer as you held back a scream. The last thing you needed was to draw more of them to you from other areas. God you felt like you needed to throw up and the second you were out of this situation you would.

The door was in your grasp and you were so close, until you realized you forgot your backpack. Now, the smart thing to do would have been to leave it behind. Well you were dumb enough to get into this situation and you were dumb enough to go back.

You looked at Ghost before turning around, narrowly avoiding the grasp of a zombie. “What the hell are you doing?” He almost yelled, no longer staying quiet before diving into the store after you. He fired shots, taking down the one closest to you as you grabbed the backpack. Ghost reached for the back of your shirt, pulling you harshly as he used the hand holding his gun to bash another zombie that was charging you both.

With the backpack in your hands, you both ran for the door and slammed it shut the second you got outside. The door shook on it’s hinges as Ghost held it shut, urging you to find something to keep it shut. You found a thick chain on the ground, wrapping it around the door handles. It wouldn’t hold forever, but it would hold for now.

“Are you guys alright, we heard shots?!” Soap called, running to you both and ready for a fight. You were about to respond when Ghost grabbed your arm and made you look at him. “Are you suicidal? Or just that fucking stupid?!” He yelled in your face, the grip on your arm strong enough to leave a bruise. You were in shock, not at the zombies or the near death experience, but the way he yelled at you… the way there was nothing but pure hatred in his eyes. “Your stupid fucking decisions are going to get you and other people killed. Going back for your backpack?!” He continued, Soap putting his hand on his shoulder to stop him only to have it get shaken off.

“I-I-I couldn’t leave it behind. People need that stuff.” You said softly and Ghost shook his head, damn near laughing at you. “Everyone get in the fucking car, we’re going back. Don’t want to deal with this shit today.” Ghost commanded, snatching the backpack out of your hands and pushing you lightly towards the car.

His blood was boiling, how could you do something so stupid? Were you really the type to act on your emotions like that? Wandering off because you were annoyed, you could have gotten killed and he would have felt even more guilty than he already did.

“Hey, cool down.” Soap grabbed his shoulder again, watching as you got in the car. “You like her but acting like this? One sure fire way to terrify her.” He added on and Ghost just shook his head. “Can’t believe she’d be that stupid.” He mumbled and his friend simply shook his head. “Can’t believe you think everyone’s a soldier.” Ghost shook his head at his friend’s words, feeling a lot of emotions. “Let’s just go back.”

You sat on your bed, aimlessly staring out in front of you. If things weren’t awful between you two, they definitely were now and it was making your stomach hurt. The overwhelming feeling of anxiety sat on your chest like a brick and you felt restless, your hands playing with your blankets as you thought about what to do. The matter of the fact was: you fucked up earlier and you had to face it. Maybe Ghost would be understanding, maybe he’d appreciate the apology.

It felt odd being around the soldiers rooms, like you were in restricted territory. Which wasn’t entirely wrong, but it seemed to general rule that no one really went back there. Another rule you were breaking.

You reached his door, knocking with a gentle hand only to receive no response. Repeating the action, you knocked again and gently tried the door handle. When you found it gave way, you did something even more stupid than what you had done earlier, you went into his room, only to instantly regret it. You intruded his space and well, now you did a whole lot more.

“I wanted to apolo-“ You were frozen, looking at his face. His scarred, handsome face without his mask. “Fucking leave.” He grumbled, hardly even making eye contact with you. He simply stood in the middle of his room, furrowed brows looking at you. Nothing but anger and hate filled his voice. “I’m so sorry.” You rambled, trying to leave again and tripping on your way out. You wanted to scream and cry, yell and hit yourself all at the same time. You felt like a bumbling idiot and now you even saw Ghost without his mask, something you weren’t even sure anyone else on base had seen.

Ghost was speechless as he stood in his room. He wasn’t insecure in his looks at all but he had made it a point to keep himself “faceless”. He wasn’t even that mad that you had just seen him like that but still angry with your recklessness. It wasn’t your job to put your life on the line for everyone else, yet you did it anyways without hesitation. Part of his anger was admiration, not that he understood it. Maybe he was too hard on you, maybe Soap was right. Just maybe, if he wasn’t so harsh on you, you wouldn’t try so hard to be accepted by everyone else.

“You want to go back to the apartment building?” Price looked at you with a confused expression as you played with your hands. “I know, I know it sounds stupid. Especially since I mucked things up so bad the last time.” You paused taking a deep breath to look at him. Price had become a true leader to everyone around and to you, you felt like you could talk to him. “I’ve been thinking about my place here within the group. I want to do more. I just know that building is loaded with supplies, I know my apartment still has a lot.” You finished and watching his face contort in contemplation. “If it’s about letting me back out there, I know I shattered the trust there.” You added on and Price shook his head, raising his head to stop you. “No, no it’s not that. Soap cleared that situation up to me.” Price said and you gave a half smile, Soap shouldn’t have to clear things up for you, it was your own fault.

“I don’t like it when there is conflict in the community. It’s small and fragile here, so everything needs to move smoothly. Like a well oiled machine.” Price was rambling, looking at your questioning expression as he did so. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’ll let you go but only if you go with Ghost.” He truly was like a father, forcing his kids into the same room to get along. It wasn’t like you and Ghost were winning any teamwork awards before the incident, though you liked to believe he at least tolerated you then. You had absolutely frozen each other out since it all happened, he didn’t shoot one glance your way and you tried not to think too much about it. “I’m okay with that, as long as you ask him.” You said in response and watched him hold back a laugh.

His hands were gripping the steering wheel, it was noticeable even through his gloves. Ghost hadn’t said one word since you had gotten into the car together. There was no readable emotion in the air or his eyes, but there was a silent agreement to not say anything unless it needed to be said. Making amends in silence would be better than not making amends at all.

Stepping out in front of your building, you looked at him before bracing yourself to ask a question. “What’s the plan?” You asked, prepping yourself before going in. “It wasn’t crowded the last time we were here and got you, so I’m assuming it’ll be about the same.” He paused, finally looking at you and his expression wasn’t what you expected. Now that you had seen his face you could fill in the blanks. His expression was soft and almost gentle. “Top to bottom seems like the best way to go.” He added on and you nodded in agreement. This meant your apartment would be up quite quick. You weren’t sure if you were ready for it, but you weren’t going to let your emotions win today. Ghost would have to kill you to get rid of you and you weren’t sure he would be able to do that.

The first few apartments were near empty, a few stray cans and not one zombie in sight. It took no hour to clear the top floor and make your way down one, to your floor.

“You’re awfully quiet today.” Ghost remarked, checking a door before opening it. “Thought it would be better to not say anything, so I can’t say or do anything stupid again.” You explained as he checked the rest of the rooms briefly, leaving you to check a few of the cans left in the cabinet. “Smart.” He remarked and you nodded at him in agreement. “I’m sorry for how I behaved that day, my attitude was bad and it nearly got us both killed.” You said softly, trying to not make the situation anymore awkward than it needed to be. “I’m even more sorry for invading your personal space, Ghost.” You finished your apology, your eyes meeting as he watched you pack your bag.

“Any good cans in the mix?” He asked, making the choice to not embarrass you further as he could see it written over your face. “Canned ravioli. Seems we’ll be eating like kings.” You smiled in return, appreciating his courtesy.

Ghost watched you wander through the hall, closing his eyes for a moment to imagine this scene without all of the decay. This used to be your home, he couldn’t help but think about this scenario in a different time. Like coming home from work after a long day with groceries in hand, even exhausted you probably looked pretty. Hell, you looked pretty now.

You paused in front of the next door and took a deep breath, Ghost standing next to you. “Know the people who lived here?” He asked and you snorted slightly. “You could say that. This is my apartment.” You said, watching his eyes widen. You kicked the welcome mat to the side, revealing your spare house key and unlocked your door. “Welcome to my humble abode, Ghost.” You said, even kicking your shoes off out of habit as you entered. The action was endearing, especially watching you drop your bags to enter like you owned the place which in all reality you did.

“Call me Simon.” He told you, redirecting your attention to him fully. “Simon?” You asked, not anticipating his calm tone. He closed your front door behind him, carefully dropping his bags too and decided to take this moment for a break. “Yeah, you’ve seen my face after all. Maybe you should know my name.” He told you and you shook your head with a smile. “Thought we silently agreed that we were going to let that go.” You joked and he laughed, a real laugh. The type that comes from your stomach and bubbles up. “That’s what you thought. I’ll hold it over your head for a while.” Simon looked your way through the mask.

“I’m going to grab some of my clothes to take back with us.” You told him and he nodded. “Not a fan of the cargos we supplied?” He asked, watching you disappear into what he assumed was your bedroom. “I know I’m not in a position to complain but, No.” Your response made him smile.

While you were in the back, he wandered around your living room and taking it all in. There were pictures of you and your friends and family, making him once again picture what your life was like. For a moment, he even tried puzzling himself into it. Would he have met you at a super market? Or out for a run in the morning? Would he have ever made it back to your apartment if it wasn’t for the given circumstances? He shook his head as if it would get rid of the thoughts. He had gone from channeling all of his emotions into anger, to now thinking about what life with you could be like.

“Simon, you okay?” You asked, gently placing your hand on his shoulder. His back was facing you and it seemed like he was in deep thought. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” He said and moved away from the pictures to sit on your couch. “You look really pretty in those pictures.” He remarked, watching your face get flushed at the sudden compliment. “Thank you?” You said, not meaning for it to sound like a question but you couldn’t help it. Joining him on your couch, you instinctively tucked your knees to your chin and looked at him. It was comical, seeing this large military man sitting on your couch. Never in a million years did you think this was something you would witness.

“You’re staring at me.” He remarked and you laughed. “Nothing you haven’t done to me. When I first got to the base you watched me like a hawk.” You retorted and he nodded his head, getting comfortable and sinking into your couch cushions. He spread his legs, muscular thighs taking up more space on your small couch and definitely not going unnoticed by you. Knowing what he looked like under the mask made it impossible not to be attracted to him, that matched with his sudden kindness to you, you had to press your thighs together.

“I didn’t trust you and well, it’s not like we see beautiful women every day. It was refreshing.” He admitted, getting comfortable enough to reach up and pull off his mask. You had seen him already, this was okay. It didn’t matter anymore. You had to bite back a gasp at his sudden actions, just looking at him with wide eyes again. His hair was all messy from the mask, all tousled and you just wanted to grab it.

He looked at you, really looked at you. Showing you his whole face again, this time without an angry expression but a relaxed one. It was making you swallow thickly and look away, looking to your window instead of at him.

“Is that why you were so mean to me? Because you didn’t trust me or because you thought I beautiful?” You asked and you listened to him laugh again, shifting his weight closer to you. “A little bit of both. Why do you want my approval so bad?” You nodded at his question, still not looking at him and debating how to answer. “Curiosity.” You replied shortly. The tension that had disappeared earlier was back and now you could put a name to it, sexual tension.

“Look at me. It’s been a while since someone has seen my real face.” Simon’s gloved hand grabbed your chin, his weight shifting on the couch a bit more to get you to look at him. Your heart was racing in your chest, his face so close to yours and his large hand holding your chin. You looked at him, swallowing your fear and lifting your hand. He winced slightly, your soft fingers touching the lines on his face. “I thought you hated me.” You mumbled, tracing over one of his scars as his hand moved from your chin to leg. “I hear that a lot.” He admitted, squeezing your thigh gently before using his grip to pull you closer. You could nearly feel his breath against your face, getting closer to you before simply pulling you into his lap.

“So you don’t hate me then?” You asked, heart pounding at the position you were in as he looked up at you. Straddling his thighs, your hands settled on his shoulders and he shook his head. “I hate how stupid you can be, throwing away your life for others you hardly know when it isn’t even your job. But I don’t hate you.” He held your waist, his hands moving up slowly as you cupped his face. He cared and that’s why he was always angry with you. “I think you’re stubborn and annoying, but I definitely don’t hate you.”

Simon’s hands squeezed your sides, the motion making you rock over his thighs gently. You never know how touch starved you are until you’re touched again and Simon’s fingers were lighting fires over your body. He hadn’t even touched your skin yet.

“Simon-“ You shut your eyes, not being able to handle the way his eyes were watching you and taking in the way your body moved under his touch. “God you’re so pretty.” He said, more for himself than for you as he moved to hold your face. The rough fabric of his gloves made you wince, opening your eyes and grabbing his hands to take the gloves off. “I wanna feel your skin.” You mumbled, leaning forward as his bare hands found your waist again and slipped under your shirt. He massaged your skin, feeling something so soft for the first time in a long time making him close his eyes for a moment. Your forehead pressing into his before finally closing the gap between you two.

His lips were rough against yours, pressing his chest into yours as he tried pulling you even closer to him. His breath heavy as his tongue dipped into your mouth, using everything in him not to just flip you both over and take you. He hadn’t felt this way in a long time, not for anyone even before the world went to shit. He wasn’t going to ruin it now because he was horny, he could be patient.

You started to pull away, wanting his vest off, at least some of the layers separating you both. You fumbled with the closures and he watched with amusement before helping. He pulled it off easily, making you sigh with annoyance as he could have spared you a little bit of time. Simon smiled and cupped your face with his large hands. “Listen beautiful, I’m in no rush so you shouldn’t be either.” He said in a tone you hadn’t heard from him before. It was soft and reassuring and made you need him a whole lot more than before.

He kissed you again, one of the hands holding your cheek sliding down to grab your ass through your pants. He used this grip for leverage, flipping you onto your back on the couch and making you moan against him. Simon was straining against his cargo pants, cock painfully hard and he wanted you to feel it. You nearly bit his lip as you felt his hard on pressing into you, whimpering at the contact and throwing your head back into the couch cushions. He took the moment to kiss down the expanse of your neck and his hands to the chance to roam and squeeze every part of you. Simon wanted to memorize all of this.

“I know you said no rush but God Simon if you don’t touch me soon I’m going to explode.” You told him, sitting up slightly to pull your shirt off. “Needy, needy, needy.” He tutted, taking his own top off before connecting his lips to your collarbone. Marking you up wasn’t something that he needed to do, he would make sure everyone back at camp would know that you were his from this moment on so he simply focused on kissing your skin gently. Your hands moved over his bare arms and shoulders, loving the feeling of his skin under your fingers before tangling in his hair. You guided his kisses, moving them closer to the edge of your bra and needing more stimulation.

He took your bra off smoothly, tossing it to the other side of the room before letting his rough hands play with your breasts. Rolling your nipples between his thumb and listening to every little noise coming from you. God he was going insane. His lips latched onto on of your nipples, sucking and licking the nub as you pulled his hair. “Fuck I missed touch so much.” You moaned, eyes screwed shut as his fingers danced over your stomach and travelled lower and lower. “Being touched been on your mind a lot?” Simon asked, tongue flicking over your nipple while undoing the button of your pants. “Only when it came to you.” You admitted guiltily, looking him in the eyes at the confession for a response. His cock practically twitched at your words and he decided that his self control only extended so far.

“Fuck.” He grumbled, tugging your pants down harshly together with your underwear. “What happened to no rush?” You asked, looking at the practically mad man between your legs. His thumb brushed over your clit making you gasp before he leaned down, kissing the bundle of nerves. “Out the window because my pants are on the verge of ripping.” He stated and licked a stripe over your slit before settling on your clit. His muscular arms were wrapped around your thighs, fingertips sure to leave marks and pulling sounds from your lips you forgot you were capable of making. You tangled your fingers in his hair again, watching him eat you like a starved man as you tried not to scream. “Oh my god, Simon.” You moaned, thighs squeezing his head slightly as his tongue traced circles over you. “That feels so good.” You rambled, the stimulation being so much for having not been touched in so long.

His tongue lapped up every bit of you, humming at the taste and the sting of your nails scratching his scalp slightly. Your babbling was cute, moaning at rambling about how good he was doing. He couldn’t help but grind his hips into the couch, his briefs clinging to his hard on uncomfortably. You were bucking your hips against his tongue and he opened his eyes to watch your face for a moment before pulling away. If you were going to cum it was going to be around his cock because he couldn’t wait anymore. You were wet enough, you could take him.

You sat up the moment he let you go, hands reaching for his belt and undoing the buttons and zipper. In the process, you looked at his tattoos and muscular build, thinking of all the way he could use it against you. You had a little taste of what he was like and now you couldn’t get enough. He helped you push his pants and briefs down, his cock practically letting out a sigh of relief at being let free.

Simon pushed you back into the couch getting back in between your legs, placing one of them over his shoulder to get a better angle as he teased your entrance for a moment. “God forgive me if I’m rough but I can’t wait anymore.” He spoke, apologizing not necessarily to you but for how he knew he was about to fuck you into the couch cushions. His self control was gone and your heart was pounding with anticipation.

Wasting no time, he slipped himself into you fully. The stretch made you cry out and your hands looked for something to hold onto as you adjusted. His shallow slow thrusts doing a good job of stretching you out before leaning over you and pressing your knee into your chest. “I need more.” You whimpered, his face close to yours again. He kissed you roughly before slamming into you harder now, the angle making tears spring into your eyes at how good it felt. You knew for sure you were going to find bruises on your hips later but it was worth it, it felt so good you could hardly contain yourself. Your pussy squeezed him tightly, holding onto him every time he fucked into you. “Christ-“ He choked out, nearly whimpering himself as he made sure to keep his pace up. Simon could tell he was going to cum soon already and he needed you there with him.

His sounds had you absolutely seeing stars, cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you like he was made for you. You watched his hair cling to his forehead slightly, the veins in his arms holding him up over you, the way his abs contorted with each thrust and the way his cock was stretching you out. “Simon-“ You moaned out, pulling his face close to yours for another kiss. “I’m gonna cum.” You moaned against his lips and he smiled. “Come on beautiful, give it to me.” He coaxed it out of you, his rough voice making your walls flutter around him. “Cum for me.” He added on, his pace getting faster and harder to chase his own high. He furrowed his brows in focus and that was enough for you.

You were about to scream, your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks but Simon placed his hand over your mouth just in time. A silent reminder that despite how normal this all felt, you couldn’t be too loud. Simon’s weight collapsed on top you, wrapping both of your legs around his waist as you felt him cum inside of you. His hand was still over your mouth, your walls squeezing him and spasming as you came down from your high. You were both sweating, his chest slightly sticking to yours as you moved his hand from your mouth. His breathing was heavy and his face was buried in your neck, hips still gently thrusting into you to make sure not one of drop went to waste. Your whimpers were soft in his ear, overstimulation setting in with each move of his hips.

Simon looked at you, hands massaging your waist and hips alternating slowly as he looked at your pretty face. Your eyes were shut lightly, focusing on your breathing as you tried to pull yourself together. “I missed sex.” You said softly, disrupting the silence and making Simon laugh. “Haven’t had sex where someone sees my face in a long time.” He laughed and you cocked an eyebrow at him. “So the mask usually stays on?” You asked, genuine curiosity in your voice and he nodded. “Always.” He smirked and you slapped his arm lightly. “Might have to try that out sometime.” You remarked and you both sat up. “The mask really do it for you?” He asked teasingly, hand grabbing your chin and kissing you harshly again.

“That took a while!” Soap called out as you both exited the car. “Was worried I was going to have to bring out the body bags.” He added on and Ghost slammed one of the bags of supplies into his chest. “Make yourself useful Johnny.” He grumbled, shaking his head at his friend’s words. You smiled to yourself, unloading the rest of the supplies and handing them to other people helping out. “Think that was everything.” You told them after unloading the last bag and grabbing your own. “I’m going to my bunk.” You announced, walking away with a small smile on your face. Heavy footsteps rushed behind you and snatched your bag from your shoulder, surprising you.

“What are you doing?” You asked, looking at Ghost staring at you with your bags in hand. “What are you doing?” He said, tone stern causing Soap to watch the scene. “Grab the rest of your stuff and put it in my room.” Soap’s eyes went wide and Christine who happened to walk past, stopped for a moment. “Okay.” You said, nodding softy. He wasn’t a man of many words, so you weren’t going to ask questions. So you just walked away to grab the rest of your things.

Ghost walked the opposite direction, bringing your bags to his room and he could see questions and remarks brewing in his friend. “Best be quiet Johnny.” He said, silencing him before anything could even be uttered.

Weeks passed and the weather got warmer, Simon kept you close and made sure everyone around silently knew what was going on. He loved you and he wasn’t shy about it, though he wouldn’t utter the words out loud. Saying them made it more real and anything real in this world was taken from you in an instant. You were together but kept at a distance from each other, the fear of getting too real a silent agreement.

It was only those three words keeping the distance between you two, everyone could see it. Even through his mask, any time he looked at you too long his eyes went soft and Johnny was making jokes. Price felt chuffed about it all, like some sort of twisted match maker. Despite no one knowing just how it all started, it was clear.

“Where were you this morning?” He asked, watching you serve up food to the other inhabitants. His hands on your hips pulling your back flush to his chest. “Got an early start, decided to help with breakfast.” You hummed, feeling him pull his balaclava up slightly to kiss the side of your neck. You hummed in response, smacking his thigh to get him to stop as there were kids around. “Hmm fine.” He grumbled, pulling the mask back down and giving you a look. “What’s that look for?” You asked, undoing your apron and pulling him close again. He just held you, not answering and resting his head on top of yours. “Well?” You asked again, knowing his silence meant he was keeping something from you. “We’re going on a run today.” He said softly and you perked up. You hadn’t been out of the base in so long, it would be nice to get out.

“Good, I’ve been going a little stir crazy.” You said and lifted his mask quickly to kiss him, but he pulled away. “We, meaning me and Johnny.” He corrected and you let the mask snap back into place. The world outside was getting worse and worse by the week, if he could keep you in the base for as long as he could, he would. You were the last good thing he had.

“Oh come on, I haven’t been out of here in so long.” You pleaded and he shook his head. Despite the fact that he knew you were going to win this argument. “I want to keep it that way.” He held your face, making you look him in the eyes. “Listen if this was a normal relationship I wouldn’t be like this but nothing is normal anymore, I need you to stay here. I need something to come back to. I-“ He had to stop himself from saying it. You looked at him, knowing what he meant but having a hard time accepting it. “What about me? What if you don’t come back?” You said to him, not one joking tone in your voice. This wasn’t funny, you needed him too. He was quiet, just looking at you and holding you. “I’m going with you. Tell Johnny he can stay here and that I’m going with you.” You told him with a soft smile and he shook his head. “You’re a stubborn woman.” He remarked, voice gruff to hide the worry plaguing his mind. “That’s one of the reasons you like me.” You rebuked and he shook his head again, leaning down to kiss you. “I’ll go talk to Johnny.”

“Jackson asked me to look for some toys or something. Poor boy seems bored out of his mind.” You remarked during the drive, your hand playing with the hair on the nape of his neck as he drove. Being alone made this easier. “I just know that in a few years he’s going to cause trouble on the base.” Simon said and you nodded with a laugh. “Probably, the world ending doesn’t stifle being a difficult teenager.” You smiled and he squeezed your thigh from the drivers seat. “But yeah we can see if there’s something for him. Think all the kids could use some amusement.” This was what drew you in about him, he was secretly such a softie. “See I’m helpful to have around.” You retorted and he slapped your thigh softly. Being helpful wasn’t the issue.

“Be careful when we walk through here, some of the building structures are starting to crumble.” He coached as you walked behind him into a supermarket. “Okay.” You said and felt your stomach do a flip. You were suddenly nervous, having not been out of the base in so long, you were paranoid and scared.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, noticing your hesitation for a moment. His glove covered hand placed on your stomach, pulling you close to him. “Just nervous, suddenly. Think it’s because I haven’t been out in a while.” You clarified, looking him in his eyes to show him you were okay. “If you are hesitating, we’re turning around and going back.” You shook your head and waved your hands. “No, no it’s fine. It was just a feeling.” You reassured, patting his hand on your stomach. “Really, it’s fine.” You added on and his expression didn’t lighten up. “If you get that feeling again, we’re going back.” You nodded at his words, patting his hand again.

The supermarket was quiet, so quiet it felt unnatural. The gnawing feeling in your chest was back but this run was important, so you ignored it. Begging Simon to come along only to chicken out like this, you couldn’t do it. He wouldn’t let you live it down.

There was some rubble by the shelves as you looked for some cans or toys, books or magazines. Something to keep people fed or entertained. Simon was at the other side of the shop, having validated that there was nothing crawling around the shop. He was assigned to the pharmacy section, scanning through all the pill bottles to see what was around. It was slim pickings however, it seemed like every spot was becoming more and more barren. How was Simon supposed to even consider that he could make a future for you two with everything ending up like this. He hated hope, he hated the hope that you gave him.

“Well? Anything?” You asked, watching him walk up next to you with a bleak expression. “Barely an aspirin in sight.” He said, watching you crawl over the ground and scouring the magazines on the floor. “You?” He asked, helping you up and you shrugged. “Think some of the kids are too young for these types of magazines.” You said and walked to the next aisle. He followed you, not being able to help himself but sigh. It was all empty.

“What you thinking about?” You asked him, taking note of his almost sad demeanor. “The world has gone to shit.” You looked at him with a laugh. “Yes good morning, where have you been the last few months?” You smiled and he shook his head, he wasn’t laughing.

The rubble in this aisle was worse than the rest, bits of sky shining through the crumbled ceiling. Simon was looking at the hole, thinking about how long it would be before it all came tumbling down. He followed the cracks in the ceiling, looking at the decay before noticing the supporting pillar that was hanging by a thread. One puff of air and it would come down, taking the ceiling with it. He followed the pillar down with his eyes, watching how you completely unknowingly leaned against it.

It all happened so fast. The pillar giving in behind you, Simon yelling and the sky suddenly becoming more visible as bricks and rubble started crumbling down. You weren’t even sure what was happening as Simon tackled you, his body covering yours to shield you from any of the falling debris. You weren’t sure if you were screaming, or if he was, or if the weight of the ceiling was crushing you or just his body. It all happened so fast, that when you opened your eyes, you weren’t sure if you were alive.

“Simon?” You asked, softly at first as the realization of what had happened sank in. Your whole body ached as you tried to move, feeling over his body for a breath, a heartbeat, any sign of life. “Simon?!” You were almost yelling now, not being able to breath yourself as you shook him as hard as you could. You were crying, a sinking feeling in your chest as you realized he wasn’t moving. “Simon please.” You said again, struggling with the mask on his face to pull it off and see if it would make a difference.

A deep groan emitted from is throat as you pulled the mask over is nose and tried rolling him onto his back. You could have screamed in relief, the tears now flowing quickly and intensely, pure panic filling your body as your shaky hands grabbed the fabric of his shirt. “Simon.” You were looking down at him and shaking him again. “That hurt.” He grumbled, eyes opening and looking up at you. Everything hurt, breathing hurt, his back hurt and seeing you so upset hurt. “Oh my god, Simon.” You cried even harder, burying your face into his chest and sobbing. “I thought you were dead.” You yelled, having to hold yourself back from hitting him. Despite the pain, he lifted his arms and pat your hair, feeling some relief himself from not leaving you behind like this.

After all this trouble, Simon wasn’t going to let a ceiling be the thing that took him out.

You stayed like that a moment, Simon petting your hair as you cried, you cursing him out for scaring you like that. He had seen a lot of scary things in his life, things that would have destroyed the average man ten fold, but the scariest thing he had ever experience was seeing you almost get killed. His body moved before he could even think when he realized what was happening, protective instincts taking over without a second thought. He would have thrown himself into a fire if it meant he could keep you alive.

You had finally calmed down, finally being able to look at his face again as you steadied your breathing. His hand cupped your cheek, wiping a few stray tears as he slowly sat up. It hurt like hell, but the two of you were only getting out of there one way. “I love you.” He said, not even thinking about it anymore. Truly it went without saying, it was simply the last step. You sobbed again, pressing your cheek into his hand as his words sank in. “I love you too, you idiot.” You told him before hugging him harshly.

A rustling sound caught Simon’s attention as you hugged him, body in too much pain to react quick enough to stop it all from happening entirely. The zombie came up from behind you , most likely having fell from the ceiling when it all caved in and charged at you. Simon used every ounce of strength he had, pushing you off of him and into the ground next to him, catching the zombie and taking the brunt of the hit.

Your scream filled the air as you searched around for any of your gear to stop it but it was too late, the monster biting into his neck as he pushed him off. He yelled, finally finding a moment to pull the knife from his thigh and driving it into the things skull before pushing it off of him.

There was a ringing in your ears, no other sound whatsoever. It was like you had gone deaf, all the feeling in your body simply buzzing as if it was static on the television. You couldn’t move, cry, speak of breathe. You could only look at him and the marks coating the skin of his neck. This wasn’t real, it couldn’t have been.

“Y/N, I need you to look at me.” He said with a shaking voice, trying to keep it steady but failing miserably. You heard him, but it didn’t register, simply still staring at the blood and blinking. “This isn’t real.” You whispered, repeating yourself as you felt your chest starting tighten up. “This isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real.” You repeated it like a prayer, still not looking at Simon’s face. You stood up off the ground, pacing in circles and repeating the words only for him to grab your hand and pull you back down to him.

“Simon this isn’t real.” You were tearing up again as he forced you to look at him. The features of his face, his nose, lips and those stern eyes were filled with something you hadn’t seen in him before. Fear. “Simon.” You said his name again, knowing in a few hours it would be something he was and not something he is anymore.

“Take this.” He said, not quite feeling anything anymore other than the fever that was starting to take over his body. He could hardly look at you, your pain being more difficult that anything he was feeling or had ever felt. He passed his hand gun to you, watching it slip from your fingers the moment it came in contact with your hand. “Simon I can-“ “No, listen to me, look at me.” He stopped you, knowing he didn’t have time for anything else. He needed to say it now because soon he wouldn’t be able to say anything at all. “You have to do this, you have to. You need to win this world because you’re strong. I wanted to be there with you when we did but the universe has funny ways of playing tricks on us and that’s not happening.” Your eyes pulled away from his, bottom lip quivering. “Look at me.” He grabbed your chin, holding you now to make sure you couldn’t do anything else. “I’ve never had the cards dealt in my favor, not in the real world and not in this one. Between my job, my upbringing and everything else in between, not once have I been happy, I just survived. You changed that. Never thought the end of the world would have been the place where I would find it, but it was.” His body felt hot, damn near steaming as he spoke. He had so much to say and so little time to say it.

“Now, there’s nothing we can do anymore. This is the way my cards were dealt.” He lied about his acceptance. He wasn’t okay with this, he wasn’t done yet. “I want to die as me.” He started, still holding your face and ignoring the tears covering his hand. He was looking at you and seeing you, beautiful you, in every way. “So I’m going to end it and you’re going to live.” He finished, the cry coming from your lips being enough to make the tears he had been holding back slip. “I can’t do this without you.” You uttered softly, your whole body shaking. He bit his lip, trying to fight every urge he had to hold you and say it would be okay. “You can and you will, you survived without me before. You can do it again.” He smiled and leaned forward to kiss your forehead. “Now. Grab your pack and start walking to the car. Don’t come back.” He wasn’t done yet, but the clock had run out.

The gunshot was still ringing in your ears as you dragged his body back to the car, or tried too. You couldn’t follow his orders, you never could. “Don’t come back.” His voice replayed over in your head as you wiped your tears and tried pulling him along again. You couldn’t leave him there. Simon wasn’t just yours, you couldn’t abandon him. You needed to bring him home. You were going to bring him home, you had to bring him home, you owed that to him. “Damn you.” You cried, smacking his still chest. “I wish I had never met you Simon Riley.” It wasn’t true, it was all anger and sadness, grief and fear.

You collapsed in the dirt, Simon in your arms as you looked up at the now night sky. You were so numb, you didn’t even hear the car pulling up or the heavy footsteps running in your direction. “Lt? Y/N? What happened?” Soap’s voice called out at the sight, disbelief in his tone. Price and Soap stood over you, examining the situation as you began to sob uncontrollably.

“Help me bring him home.”

A/N: Please let me know what you think. I would greatly appreciate it!!!

#call of duty x reader #call of duty #ghost x reader #ghost smut #simon #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut

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braxlrose · 10 months

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CAN WE GET THEM BILL NSFW HC PLS 🙏🙏 LOADS OF EM’ TOO. TY MA 🫶

SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭😭

(MY ENGLISCH IS SO BAD IN THIS OMG IM SO SORRY 😭)

I'm a full on believer that this man loves everything.

Titties, ass, thighs etc.

I don't really think he likes one more than the other, he loves them all and whatever he can get he'll take it 😍

The first time you two did it was super fucking awkward

Yall didn't know wtf you were doing but you ended up getting the hang of it and it was really sweet

Yall know what aftercare is? Bill is the actual defintion of it.

See ^^^ 😇

He will clean you off (if you guys didn't use a condom), make you a bath, light fucking candles and all that shit, wash your body, hair, (ik bros got the best shampoo and conditioner), and once yall are out he'll kiss your entire body

Get you snacks

Water soda juice

Whatever you want, he'll find a way to get it

He's a really intimate guy so he doesn't like the thought of just falling asleep after and not giving you any reassurance

I feel like he really likes any position where he can see your face aka missionary, mating press, legs over his shoulders, up against a wall, cowgirl, etc.

He just loves seeing your facial expressions

Plus it's harder to hide your moans if your not face down in a pillow 🤭

Unless he's super horny

He takes his time with you

He'll kiss you what feels like forever before moving down to your neck to fill it up with hickies

And then once he's finally done he'll lay on top of you and suck your nipples

Bonus points if you have piercings there

And he does all this shit with his hands

Grazing them lightly up and down your body to make you shiver

He'll give you like a million hickies on your stomach and boobs

He also definitely does the thing where you make a heart of hickies

Like I said, HE LOVES taking his time with you

Also

HE DOES THE KNEE THING

bros a big ass mfn tease

ima be upfront

he's a little asshole

Backtracking a bit to making out is when he does it, and right when you start humping your dumb little cunt against him is when he stops

cuz he's a fckn asshole

Loves hearing you whine

It makes his dick so hard

And I think we all know he's got a big dick

So he likes to prep you a ton before putting it in bc he doesn't want to actually hurt you

He's eats you out like his life depends on it

And he actually doesn't understand guys who don't like going down on girls

Like full on straight guys who don't like doing it? Makes NO sense to him bc he loves it

He loves toying with you little clit and the way you grip his hair as he shoves his tongue out of your dumb little hole

You've got hair down there?

He doesn't care

Pussy is pussy and he'll take what he can get bc he loves it

He also feels bad if you've sucked him off and he hasn't done anything yet

He believes in equal balance between you two

ON THAT TOPIC

If he's sitting on the edge of the bed while you suck him off, he's gripping the sheets like his life depends on it

Unless you're going too slow

Then his grab your hair and face fuck you until he cums 😍

As long as your okay w/ that

He doesn't want to do anything your not okay with

Which means the first couple times you guys had sex he was asking like a billion questions

"Is this okay?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Do you want me to pull out?"

"Did that hurt?!"

"Are you positive your okay?"

"Are you sure"

"If you want to stop we can"

You're gonna have to shut him up, even though it's super sweet 🥰

If you guys are ever trying anything new, he always makes sure you're okay with it and even while in the middle of something he makes sure your okay, just in case you wanna stop

SHOWER FUCKING 🗣🗣🗣

It's so good

It'll usually start out w/ you two washing eachothers body and then either one of you or both of you get horny asf and just end up making out with his dick pounding you like the world will stop spinning if he stops

And since yall are already in the shower, there's already some aftercare done for him

He said in an interview once (I don't remember which one) but he likes girls who are a challenge so he really likes brats

I don't think he'd be like a hard dom or anything, (I could never see him as one) but he does like putting you in your place sometimes

But he doesn't like power dynamics with sex, he gets grossed out by that kind of stuff

He doesn't like feeling like he's got power over you or can manipulate you or something

That makes him sick

But he does like brats and I stand by that 🙍🏻‍♀️

Anyways

Sit. On. His. Face.

He loves it

"But I'll crush you" bro does not care AT ALL.

69ing is a must sometimes

Sucking his dick while he fucks you with his tongue? He'll cum so quick you guys

Which brings me to riding him

He loves it so good

As much as he likes being a top, having you on top of him just using him to cum makes him cum.

You just look so fucking good on top of him he can't help it

OMG SUCK HIM OFF IN AN INTERVIEW???

I can just imagine him trying to hide his face and moans while talking

Him bringing his hand under the table to put on top of your head and bob your head up and down his dick

He'll start coughing like fucking crazy if you accidentally gag on his dick

He likes the adrenaline of getting caught, but to actually get caught?

Nah he'd die on the spot.

now ik some people will disagree with me on this, but I don't think he'd wanna share you with tom

Ik some people headcanon he would, but like I said before he's a very intimate person and wants to be the only one seeing your body

ANYWAYS HOPE YOU ENJOYED ❤❤❤ LEMME KNOW IF YOU WANT MORE POOKS 😘

#tokio hotel #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #smut #fluff #bill kaulitz being sexy as hell #bill being the little flirty cutie pie he is #bill kaulitz smut tokio hotel #tokio hotel edits #tokio hotel fanfics #bill kaulitz fanfics

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mayullla · 2 months

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🥀🐝 can i have a soft yandere venti please? thank you!

Title: Cupid's Lover

Character(s): Venti (Genshin Impact) Warnings/tags: Greek mythology-inspired (Cupid), love potion, "consensual" at first but later more dubious, "mutual" love (toxic relationship), Yandere Venti x Yandereish reader

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

Venti always adores the day of couples as a cupid. He would go out looking after the couples that hold hands and watching those who confess their love to the person they had feelings for. The day is filled with flowers, roses, pink and red cards, presents, and chocolates.

Venti had always been a huge fan of liquor chocolates. In exchange for taking them from the shop, he would make sure the cashier would find love that day or, if they were already married, create a memory between their partner that they would never forget.

While taking a swig from the champagne bottle (it was a special occasion, of course, a special day!), Venti would look for those who needed a little more love in the day. He flew high in the sky, holding a bow in one hand and love arrows in a leather bag strapped to his waist.

He aimed at those who had potential, firing arrows that caused love at first sight or maybe a meet-cute to happen as he watched his victims become flustered between themselves. Whether something happens, though, was up to them.

Venti's arrows were never potent. They never forcefully caused someone to fall in in love. Rather than love at first sight, it was more of an attraction towards the person, a potential that one could give a chance to. Venti never drenched his arrows with the love potion like fountain water, instead letting them touch only the tips of the arrowhead.

Venti was never fond of the idea of forceful love. He wanted to push humans a little, but if they chose to do nothing, he would never force it on them. It was their freedom to choose, and that was his thought. If nothing happened, then there was always another chance later on for that person to find love.

Venti had always been so fond of Valentine's Day, not only because it was the day of love but also because it was an anniversary.

As the day passed, he watched as others finally returned indoors, whether it was to their own homes or their lovers. It was also his time to leave after aiming a few more arrows toward those lonely on the streets. He flew to the clouds where his home was,

where his special mortal lover was.

Floating down to the clouds, he opened the door and sang your name. Nicknames flew out of his mouth as he sang poems and songs about your love for each other. Laughter he heard as his face was held by soft hands, a soft greeting, and then soft lips on his.

Venti's eyes were open, looking at yours, filled with pink and love towards the person who looked back at him just as obsessively. Holding your waist, pulling you closer to him and deeper into this insanity, letting you indulge yourself in his love.

He was the one who fell in love with you first, a love at first sight, but you were the one who fell harder. It was a consensual love. Venti was a little obsessive sometimes, yet you didn't seem to care; rather, you took delight in it more than anything. His love and his obsession were yours, and your love and time were his.

To the world, it was obvious that the two of you were so in love with each other and that nobody could stand in your way. Venti asked to be with you forever, and the world gave him the permission, turning you into a demi-human, one who would not die, who would not age, nor grow sick. You would die the moment he did, yet a lot argued the point that even without it, both of you would rather die than live in a world without the other.

"My love, I miss you so much," Venti whined, holding you tighter, and you chuckled in his arms, holding his body against yours just as tightly. Venti watched you nuzzle yourself into his neck as if craving for his touch after so long, even though he left only this morning. You could not stand to be apart from him, and as time flew, the more and more you craved him.

You could think of nothing else but him, nothing more than his love, his approval, and his touches. You did everything he would ask, waiting for your rewards whenever you were finished, and would become mad when you were apart from him, even if you knew where he left too. You could not handle the loneliness away from him, and nobody else could help you either. Moments he was gone, you would sometimes throw yourself into cleaning and cooking. Venti even gave you a little garden for you to handle when he was gone, yet the emptiness in your heart was difficult to contain.

You wanted nothing else but to be close to him.

Did you know, angel, that today is our anniversary?" Venti said as you looked at him with doe eyes, recognizing his words. Love and lust deepened in your eyes at the implications.

"Here it is!" Venti showed, a childish grin on his lips as he awkwardly placed the potion between you. His face turned red as he watched yours looking and craving that very potion, the very water that had caused you to become like this.

It was something that he had suggested long ago, a little lovers' ritual for your anniversary. In his arms, cuddling on the bed, he asked you with puppy dog eyes if you could drink the water from a certain fountain. You were surprised at his idea. Wanting to show you how amazing it was he sat up and told you about the fountain that could cause one to fall in love.

Before, even at your worst, you still lived and acted like a normal human. You had other small hobbies that you did while he was away, yet that all changed when the two of you started to drink that water. A cup he held out to you, another one in his other hand for himself. You took the cup and poured it down his lips and let him do the same, accepting the water into your body.

Both of you knew how this could turn into something bad, yet the two of you were so in love, so high in love that it didn't matter if the two of you fell even further.

A liquid escaped your lips, and Venti watched as your eyes became hazy, unable to focus on anything but him. Losing all your strength to even stand as you continued to look at him with nothing but love. Venti held you in his arms, so delighted that you accepted this. He could not be even happier than this.

The fountain wasn't meant to be consumed like that. If an arrow dripped in it, it was enough to cause someone to fall in love. It was not meant to be drunk in a goblet. While Venti would experience only little of the effects, you, even if you had become somewhat magical, were still a human. The water melted your mind, unable to think of anything but becoming a daze. Love would become an obsession, and if not filled every moment, it would leave an empty husk.

You could not think of anyone else but him, just as much as Venti could not think of anything else other than you.

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roosterforme · 11 months

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A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 25 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Leaving Hawaii and returning to work ended up being a lot harder than you anticipated. When Bradley told you he wanted to stay in the honeymoon phase with you forever, you decided to make that your new goal.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut, and swearing

Length: 5000 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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"It's our last day in Hawaii. If we want to eat ice cream for dinner, then we're eating ice cream for dinner." You closed the room service menu and dared Bradley to disagree with you.

"You're so smart. No sense in arguing with the best idea you've ever had," he told you, taking the menu from your hand and reaching for the phone. You watched him with a smug gaze as he ordered two large ice cream sundaes and a bucket of ice.

"We have one bottle of pink champagne left," you told him, pulling him back onto the bed.

"That's what the ice bucket is for. I thought we could finish our ice cream dinner, maybe take a little walk on the beach, and then come back here for the champagne."

Your little moans were so pretty, Bradley ended up on top of you, trying to coax all the sounds out of you. And then the knock on the door a few minutes later, right when he was about to put his dick inside you, had him growling.

But you were all smiles. "Let's have some ice cream and then pick it up right there," you said, running your hand along his hard cock as it hung out of the front of his shorts. You climbed out of bed, grabbed one of his favorite Hawaiian print shirts and buttoned exactly one button before strolling to the door with a bare ass and pussy.

He heard you thank whomever probably got an eyeful of you before you returned with a cart of ice cream and a silver ice bucket. "Dinnertime," you told him, carrying two huge bowls outside to the back deck.

"Come over here," he coaxed, heading toward the deck railing where there was a nice view of the water. "We can watch the sunset with the partition open."

You set both bowls on the railing and took a bite of vanilla ice cream, hot fudge and some whipped cream. "It's so good," you told him, taking a bigger bite while he dug into his as well.

"Why don't we ever eat ice cream for dinner at home?" he asked, scooping some whipped cream onto his finger and holding it out for you. Bradley watched as you parted your lips for him and sucked his finger clean.

"Because we would end up naked, covered in ice cream every single time," you replied, and then your eyes lit up. You peeled Bradley's tee shirt up over his abs, and he smirked as you yanked it all the way off. "No harm in doing that here though," you whispered, dipping your finger into some chocolate sauce and feeding it to Bradley before you kissed him.

Then your chocolatey fingers found their way into his chest hair, and soon you were licking and sucking on him until he was once again rock hard for you. Each dip of your spoon into your rapidly melting ice cream ended with your tongue licking the cold mess from his body. You paid special attention to his tattoo, rubbing your lips and tongue along his bicep.

"My turn," he growled, pinning you back against the railing and enjoying the view of your barely concealed tits inside his shirt. "So pretty," he told you, kissing the valley between your breasts as you bit your lip. Then he spread some whipped cream with his thumb. "Even prettier," he added, and your giggle was only silenced when he shoved his thumb between your lips and you carefully licked him clean.

"Do it again," you told him, tipping your head back and rubbing his calf with your bare foot. Bradley covered your neck with chocolate sauce and ice cream, enjoying the sweet flavor mixed with the taste of you. "That feels so good," you hissed as his lips and tongue soothed away the cold from the ice cream.

Soon you were whining loudly for him, and nearly all of the ice cream was gone. "What about right here?" he asked, pressing his lips just below your ear while teasing your clit with his fingers. "I wonder how sweet you'd taste with some ice cream?"

You bucked against his fingers and said, "Let's find out." Bradley watched you scrape the last of the ice cream onto one of the spoons and feed it to him as he knelt in front of you. He licked the spoon clean, keeping the ice cream on his tongue, and then he licked your slit all the way up to your clit.

The nonsensical babbling was almost enough to make Bradley laugh as you gasped, "Cold! Oh, god, Roo, the stubble." He licked away the ice cream and ate your pussy until you were getting loud. "Fuck me!" you told him. "Fuck me, now!"

He was back on his feet, ready to do anything you wanted, and then you turned your back to him. Bradley watched as you yanked his shirt up above your ass and started to grind back against his cock. "You want it bad, don't you?" he whispered, undoing his shorts with one hand. "You're filthy. In every way."

"I need it," you whined, and Bradley kissed along the sticky remains of chocolate sauce on your necklace chain while he reached around your waist and teased your clit.

"My filthy wife," he grunted, palming his cock and pressing his front to your back to get you to bend a little more for him. "Get ready for me."

You just bounced your gorgeous ass back against him until he was sliding inside you. And then your neck lulled to the side as he fucked you slow and steady. "I'm always gonna give you what you want. Take care of every single thing, Baby Girl. Fuck you just the way you like."

Bradley placed his palm against your clit, and with each thrust, he let you rub yourself there. You had your hands braced on the deck railing as you shivered. He could feel you squeezing around him already. "You're close?" he asked.

"Yeah," you whispered. "I'm already close. You feel so good."

So he eased his hand up to your belly, stroking your skin with his fingertips and thinking about getting you pregnant. And then he was afraid he was getting close, too.

"Bradley!" you whined. "Go a little harder!"

Bradley did as he was told, and then he heard something hit the stone walkway on the other side of the open partition while you whined for him.

And Bradley locked eyes with one of the gardeners. He was wearing a resort staff shirt, frozen in place, watching you get fucked up against the railing.

"Roo, hit me harder with that big dick!" Bradley started to positively rail you, making you get even louder for him. Like he was trying to prove some depraved point to this man who seemed to be unable to look away.

"So good!" you chanted, your tits straining against that single button as you let him go as hard as he could.

"Baby Girl." He kissed along your neck, releasing your right hip to guide your chin gently until you were looking toward the walkway as well. "We've got company."

"Oh!" you gasped. Bradley watched your shocked expression change to one of desire as you looked from the other man back over your shoulder to Bradley as he gripped you by your hips and went hard and fast. "That's really hot."

Bradley grunted, outrageously turned on right now as you glanced between the two men until you were cumming with your back arched. Bradley rammed his cock deep and held himself there, rubbing furious fingers along your clit until you were nearly screeching.

And then the other man finally picked up his pruning shears and literally ran back into the foliage. You were slumped over the railing as Bradley fucked his cum into you until he couldn't even move.

"He was watching us," you whispered. "Oh my god, Roo."

"What do you want me to do about it?" he asked, ready to chase after him if that's what you told him to do.

"Do about it?" you repeated. "Nothing. Well, I guess you can bring it up on occasion if you really want to wind me up."

He started laughing and gently pulled his cock from inside you. As his cum dripped softly onto the deck, you smiled at him.

"Yeah, Sweetheart. I can do that." Then he collected you in his arms and held you so your chest was against his. "I can remind you about the time that guy watched us fucking, and then no doubt went home to jerk off while imagining that he was the one in my position. That he was the one railing your pretty pussy."

Your mouth was all over his as you rubbed yourself against him, and if that scenario made you this hot, he would have no problem reminding you about it.

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You and Bradley took another shower outside, and you laughed as he cleaned up the last bits of sticky ice cream from your skin.

"Do you think that guy saw my boobs?" you asked, and Bradley laughed too.

"I hope not," he told you, meeting your eyes before kissing your forehead. "I trust my shirts, Baby Girl. That one had you in its protection. That button never failed you."

You laughed as you ran your soapy fingers along his shoulders. "I've never had anything like that happen before."

"Mile High Club. Involuntary exhibitionists. I think I put my thumb in your butt when we were drunk the other night?"

"You did," you confirmed, kissing his chin. And you hadn't been opposed to it one bit.

"Damn. This has been one hell of a honeymoon. I hate that we fly home tomorrow."

"Honeymoon sex just hits different," you told him as he rinsed your body off.

"Did you forget, Sweetheart? We live in the honeymoon phase now."

And it was on that note that you took Bradley to bed with the bottle of pink champagne and snuggled up in his arms. You passed the bottle back and forth and complained a little bit about returning home and going back to work.

"Do you know how infrequently I've had to think about Hangman or work?" Bradley groaned.

"Don't you miss Nat?" you asked with a laugh. "Don't you miss flying?"

Bradley was quiet for a beat. "I really miss Tramp. And I miss it when you cook dinner. And I want to see our wedding photos."

"You're a very sweet man," you told him, setting the empty bottle on the nightstand. He pulled you down on top of him with his big hands on your hips. "I loved it here, but I'm ready to go home and settle into our new routine together."

"New routine? I don't think much is going to change," he whispered.

You kissed him and rubbed your face along his stubble. "I guess you're right, Roo. It's just that everything feels brand new and exciting. And I never knew I could be this happy."

Bradley held you against him as he started to fall asleep. "I'll keep trying to make you happier and happier. It's my mission."

You dozed off as well, hoping your period wouldn't show up in a few days.

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"Five hundred dollars!" you gasped, reading the hotel receipt on the flight home.

Bradley kept trying to take it away from you, but your grip on the paper was impressive. "It doesn't matter," he mumbled, just wanting you to relax next to him and maybe take a nap. "You're making the next mortgage payment, remember?"

But you held up the receipt and pointed out the charge to him. "But the price for the pink champagne is outlandish! That's a hundred bucks per bottle!"

Bradley tore the paper out of your hand and crumpled it up. "It's worth it, because you wanted it. And it made us happy. And I loved drinking it with you."

You crossed your arms over your chest, and Bradley just waited for you to say something before he spoke again. "I'm making the mortgage payments for the even months. You're paying the mortgage for the odd months."

Bradley groaned softly and kissed you. "I wish you would stop getting me to agree to things while you're sucking my dick," he whispered. "It's not fair."

"Splitting the bills in half is fair. And opening a shared account is fair.

"You're right. It is fair. We picked out the house together, and it's ours, and we are married now."

You eyed him warily. "You're being agreeable."

Bradley sighed. "If contributing more to our bills will make you happy, then go right ahead, Sweetheart. Now take a nap with me."

You curled up next to him in your first class window seat and fell asleep while he rubbed your back. He was more concerned about saving money for babies and college right now, and he knew that it was going to take your income and his to cover everything.

You were still sleeping when the plane touched down, and Bradley turned his phone on to text Jake. "Are we home?" you asked, rubbing your eyes and knocking your glasses askew. "Can we go pick Tramp up tonight?"

Bradley kissed your forehead. "It's kind of late, Baby Girl. I don't mind bugging Jake right now, but Amelia has school tomorrow. What if I text Mav and pick Tramp up early tomorrow morning before work?"

"Okay," you agreed, stretching your arms over your head. "I don't even want to go back to work tomorrow," you mumbled, looking out the window at all the runway lights blinking in the darkness. "I just want to stay in bed with you all day."

Bradley reached for your left hand and kissed your ring finger. "We can eat lunch together tomorrow? Unless I'm in the air. Maybe a quickie in your office?" he suggested with a smile, and you grinned at him over your shoulder.

"Doubtful, Roo. I have that new hire starting, so I'll probably be with her the entire day."

He just grunted. "We can make up for it tomorrow night. After work."

Once Bradley had deplaned with your fingers laced through his, he took you to collect your suitcase full of all the lingerie you wore for him. He managed to acquire another PRIORITY tag for it in Honolulu, which you were apparently still laughing about now as he collected it from the carousel.

"What?" he asked innocently. "If this didn't make it home, I'd be in tears." He grabbed the other two pieces of luggage and followed you and the lingerie suitcase out to the curb.

"Me too," you whispered, kissing his cheek as Jake pulled up. "There are a few things in here I didn't even get to wear for you yet."

"Are you serious?" Bradley asked, wondering if it was too late tonight to get you to wear one before bedtime.

But you were already wrapped up in Jake's arms, telling him how pretty the resort was and how much fun you'd had.

"Nice tan, Rooster," Jake commented as Bradley loaded the luggage into the back. "Angel looks exhausted, so you must have done a good job."

Bradley snorted while you smacked Jake's chest, hard. But all three of you were laughing. "If anything, I wore him out."

Jake groaned. "I don't need to know any details."

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You had been whining so much about work, that now you were amping it up on purpose. "But nobody will let me wear a bathing suit or drink champagne at work," you groaned as you climbed out of the shower with Bradley behind you. It was late, and you really needed to get to bed. You should have taken another day off between the honeymoon and returning to work.

"It's really a sin," he agreed solemnly. "Good thing you look just as good in khaki as you do in a tiny scrap of red fabric."

You bit your lip as Bradley put toothpaste on his toothbrush. "And nobody will be there to watch us eat ice cream and fuck," you moaned.

His eyes met yours in the mirror. "I'm pretty sure that was a once in a lifetime development, Baby Girl."

You shrugged and said, "I didn't hate it," before you brushed your own teeth.

Bradley carried you to the bedroom. "Your sex in public kink has started to run rampant. Will I even be able to get you going in a bed anymore?"

You kissed him as he pulled out his UVA tee shirt for you to wear. "You could get me going anywhere, Roo."

He eyed you up and down and sighed. "But not tonight. It's midnight, and I have to get Tramp at seven."

"Not tonight," you agreed, and you curled up on his chest and fell asleep.

You were jolted awake by Bradley's alarm going off at six. You rolled away from him and tried to hide under your pillow. But the room was starting to get lighter, and he was so loud when he got ready for work, you just gave up. "Do you want breakfast?" you asked him, shuffling into the kitchen to make eggs and coffee. You groaned; you just spent ten days eating room service and having expensive lattes in the restaurants at the resort. "This is bullshit," you muttered, messing with your French press and looking inside the nearly empty refrigerator.

A minute later, Bradley was dumping cereal into his mouth while you ate the last egg, and he filled a travel mug with coffee. "I'll go get Tramp and bring him right back here, then I'm heading to base." He leaned in and kissed you. "In case I don't see you before you leave, I love you."

"Bye. Love you, too," you grunted, waving at him as he rushed out the door. You sipped your coffee in silence and looked at your work calendar on your phone. After about ten seconds, it felt too overwhelming, so you switched over to your personal calendar. And that's when you noticed that little asterisk on today's date.

You took a few small steps back toward your bedroom before setting down your mug and rushing into the ensuite bathroom. You dug around under the sink, pretty sure you would find what you were looking for. And when your hand closed around the sealed box, you felt a little dizzy.

Carefully, you stood up and opened the pregnancy test you never used back in July. You were being ridiculous. You knew you were. It had barely been one full cycle since you stopped taking birth control, and these things took time. But you went ahead and took the test anyway. You walked back out to the kitchen and tried to decide if you felt like you had period symptoms or not while you counted down the minutes until you could check the test.

When you imagined how excited Bradley would be when he brought Tramp home and you showed him a positive test, you couldn't stop smiling. He would lose his mind. You'd both be late for work. You would have to find something to celebrate with other than champagne.

Cautiously, you made your way back into the bathroom. The hopeful feeling in your chest was bubbling to the surface, and you nearly giggled until you saw the result. Negative. Not pregnant. You swallowed hard. It was still early. You could test again tomorrow. You dumped the box and the test into the trash.

But now you felt like crying, and you had to fight the urge to climb back into bed. Tears stung your eyes, and you took your glasses off, realizing you were only making things worse by rubbing them. But when you heard the front door open followed by the sound of Tramp's paws on the kitchen floor, you hiccupped with a sob.

"I'm leaving again!" Bradley called out, and you thought you were safe in the bathroom by yourself.

"Okay," you called lamely as Tramp came in to find you. But Bradley was there as well with a smile on his face.

"What's wrong?" he asked when he really looked at you, collecting you into his arms immediately.

"Nothing," you promised, trying your best to look happier. "Just kind of dreading the rest of the day and the million emails waiting for me."

He looked at you a little skeptically, but nodded slowly. "You'll text me if you need something today? I can always try to stop by your building."

"Mmhmm," you hummed, and he kissed your forehead. "I need to get dressed. I'll see you later." Bradley let his hand linger on yours as you pulled away from him and headed for the bedroom closet.

"I love you, Baby Girl," he told you, and now he was finally really leaving.

And then you did cry. Because you were being ridiculous, and your pants felt too tight because you'd spent a week eating ice cream and drinking cocktails. It took you until you parked your car on base to realize that you were probably so emotional because it was the start of your period, and that made you want to cry more. "Get it together," you mumbled, scanning your badge to get inside the building.

With a deep breath, you unlocked your office door and collected your computer before heading to the lab. As soon as you walked in, your boss eyed you carefully. "How was your time off, Lieutenant?" Bickle asked, and you held up your left hand for him to see. "Ah, I figured. Congratulations."

"Thank you, sir," you told him with a laugh. And then you turned to see Cat Coleman sitting in your favorite chair at your favorite spot on the counter, examining a piece of equipment that you had been working on before you got married last month. And when she turned to face you with her appraising gaze, you felt like crying all over again.

"Welcome to the team," you managed to say as you set your computer down.

"Thank you," she said with a completely neutral tone. "I'm looking forward to getting started."

And then your boss called a team meeting, and you had to sit in one of the chairs that sucked. You just wanted to be back in Hawaii with Bradley. It had been beyond perfect. Just you and your husband who understood you and made you feel comfortable. What the hell was wrong with you?

You tried to pay attention to everything you had missed while you were away. And then you got Cat set up with some things to read and a few videos to watch, and you felt a little better knowing that Bickle trusted you to do so much for him at this point. But Cat was barely showing you any emotion, even when you tried to joke with her. And the negative pregnancy test was never far from your mind.

"Angel!"

You turned to see Jake standing in the doorway holding a sandwich and a fruit cup, and you ran for him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You let your cheek rest on his chest while you took a deep breath.

"I'm having a horrible day," you whispered, and he rubbed his empty hand on your back as he stepped inside the room with you still hugging him.

He chuckled as you let go of him. "I'm sure you are. You were just in Hawaii with your husband. Now you're at work. Rooster sent me with this, by the way. Mav is riding his ass today." He held up the food, and you took it knowing you needed to eat something today, regardless of the fact that your appetite was nonexistent.

"Please give him my regards," you said, making Jake laugh harder as he turned toward Cat. You saw him pause, and then she looked up at him with her appraising eyes.

"Jake, this is Cat Coleman. Cat, meet Jake Seresin." You opened the sandwich and took a bite as you watched Jake fumble through a handshake. You could tell he thought she was pretty; you already knew he would.

"Pleasure," Cat replied before sitting down to read on her computer, and you had to guide Jake out to the hallway.

"Damn," he whispered. "She's new? She must be. I'd remember seeing her around."

"Fresh out of Maryland," you told him, thinking that had at one time applied to you as well. "She's a little tough to get to know, honestly. She's making my day a little more difficult."

"What did she do? Steal your chair or something dumb like that?" You gaped at him and shoved him toward the exit.

"Don't you have something more important to do? Like waste taxpayer money on jet fuel surcharges?"

"Sure do, Angel. Catch you later."

You took another bite of your sandwich and went back into the lab, and Cat met your eyes. "I heard you just got married. Congratulations."

"Thanks," you replied with a small smile. "Just got back home from Hawaii yesterday."

"Your husband is in the Navy as well."

"Yeah, he's an aviator," you told her between bites.

She nodded, her eyes shifting past you to the door before she turned toward her computer. "Well, he's handsome, and he seems very kind. That must be nice for you."

You paused for a moment, and then you inhaled while you laughed, and you started coughing. "No," you finally managed as she looked at you like perhaps she needed to intervene and help you breathe correctly. "That wasn't my husband!"

"Oh," she replied, looking a little embarrassed.

"He's my friend!" you replied quickly. "He works with Bradley. My actual husband. And you're right, Jake is handsome and kind."

And then she turned away from you again.

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You and Bradley had only been home for a few days, and your mood had been all over the place. He thought that perhaps it was because you were adjusting to your work schedule once more, but even Jake seemed to notice you weren't quite yourself. At times it looked like you were on the verge of tears. And at one point you were very short with your parents on the phone. Other times you were extra physically affectionate with Bradley.

But tonight, after dinner, when he asked if you wanted to join him in the bathtub with a few beers, you just shook your head. "My period started today, and I'm not feeling great. Raincheck?"

"Of course. Anything you want."

And instead he ended up sitting on the living room floor with you, adding your wedding photos to the collage that hung above the piano. Each picture had turned out better than Bradley could have imagined. You were radiant in every single photo. You were smiling so much that it felt like someone was stepping on his chest when he realized you looked like that for him. You looked so perfect in every picture because that was the day you married Bradley.

He pulled you onto his lap and held you tight to him and whispered against your ear. "I wish I could go back to our wedding day and experience it all over again."

You laughed softly. "That's sweet, Roo."

"I'm serious," he replied, kissing your ear and your hair. "I've never seen anything like you. I've never loved anyone like this. And you were so perfect that day, I can barely look at these photos without feeling like I'm going to fucking explode or something."

You pulled away from him, grinning and shaking your head. "I love you. You're the best husband I've ever had."

Bradley groaned as you laughed and peppered his face with kisses. Then you helped him rehang the frame. When you yawned for the third time in a row, Bradley scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom with Tramp at his heels. "You need to get a good night's sleep. You've been busy at work, and you have your period. Do you want your heating pad?" he asked, and when you nodded with a small frown, he tucked you into bed with a kiss. "Be right back."

He went to the bathroom closet to find it for you, and that's when his eyes caught on the boxes in the trash can. Mission forgotten, Bradley knelt down and pulled out two pregnancy tests, along with their boxes, and some tampon wrappers. He sank all the way to the floor, staring off into space as he connected the dots. You had taken pregnancy tests. You got your period. You'd had tears in your eyes when Bradley said the neighbors had cute grandkids. You had been sometimes clingy and sometimes distant with him over the past couple days.

So you thought you could have been pregnant. But these were negative pregnancy tests. And you hadn't told him about it. You hadn't told him anything. You'd been on the verge of tears for a reason, and you kept him in the dark.

Bradley put the tests back in the trash can and jumped to his feet. Maybe you needed a reminder that you never had to feel isolated now. He was your husband. But when he was about to call your name, he found you sound asleep, your glasses crooked on your face.

He sighed and planted his hands on his hips and really looked at you. There was nothing you could do that would disappoint him. And the two of you had time. He kissed your forehead and gently removed your glasses, folding them up on your nightstand.

Then he got undressed and slipped into bed behind you. His perfect wife.

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I am emotional! The end of another Roo and Baby Girl series! Thanks for reading this far, and please stay tuned for some one-shots and hopefully more B&BG after that! I'll update my masterlist soon! Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls. And I'm also including this beautiful mood board that @thedroneranger made for this fic! Thank you, Jay!

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crimsonkenjii-writes · 1 year

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Aizawa Shota x GN!Reader headcanons because I cannot get this man out of my head

NSFW • MDNI

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SFW

Love languages are acts of service and physical contact. He can struggle with his words and translating his emotions into words properly so he’d much rather show you how much he loves you.

Hates the cold so he will always cuddle you to keep warm. If you’re both out when it’s freezing, he’ll stand close to you. Huddled up like a penguin to warm the both of you up. But mostly himself because he’ll turn into a popsicle if he doesn’t lolol

His frozen hand will hold onto your warm one and shove them into his pocket to help warm himself

He’ll act like he doesn’t love you but he really does, you just have to get use to it. He’ll call you an idiot but it really means he loves you.

Very protective, never wants you out of his sight. He’d do literally anything to keep you safe, even if it mean disregarding his own safety.

If you’re a hero as well, he’ll scold you if you made a mistake that almost led to you getting seriously hurt. You’ll think he’s angry at you but in actuality, he was nearly scared to death. He was so worried for you and feared the worst. It came out as an angry scold but it was his way of saying he cared about you.

Emotionally constipated. Took him forever to allow himself to crush on you/realize it. And took him even longer to let himself confess. He honestly probably would have never done it if he hadn’t gotten drunk that night and his filter left him. Letting it slip out how pretty he thought you were and how he can’t stop himself from loving you. Didn’t remember it happening when he sobered up and got so flustered when you told him what happened. Sighs in defeat and asks you out, now sober and red from embarrassment rather than the alcohol.

Squishes your cheeks a lot because he finds it cute. Will kiss your puckered out lips too

Considers naps with you as date as well. Always keeps one arm around you when you both sleep. Often nuzzles his face in your neck, nape or hair. If he had a real bad dream and wakes up with his heart pounding, he won’t say anything. He’ll just hold you even tighter. His uneven breathing will let you know what happened and you’d just hold him just as tightly. Stroking his hair and rubbing his back, whispering that everything is alright.

Is a tad possessive over you. If someone is obviously flirting with you he’s standing behind you staring daggers into this person. And Aizawa’s got a menacing stare so the person is scared off.

He’s only possessive though because now that he’s finally got you, and you make him so happy, he doesn’t ever want to lose you. He never wants to lose anyone ever again. So he’ll do anything to keep you with him forever.

NSFW

Motherfucking tease. Always, always teases you. And always takes his sweet ass time too that it’s torturous. Loves seeing you get impatient and beg for him. Beg all you want, he’s still going to go at his own pace. maybe he’ll quicken his pace a little, your begging really turned him on

But once he’s in you, he obeys your every command. His mind goes blank and you both are just chasing your own highs. Beg for him to go faster and or harder and he’s doing it instantly

Is definitely into the idea of bondage. He won’t use his binding cloth though, he doesn’t want the dirty thing touching his precious lover. He’ll buy nice rope for the both of you. He also isn’t opposed to the idea of himself being tied up either.

Loves eating you out, literally can’t get enough of it. And each time, he eats you out like he’s a starved man. Would actually consider you as his literal dinner please make this man eat actual food

Puts his hair up in a messy ponytail/bun right before going down on you ahskskskahdk literally the hottest thing

Likes to leave a whole bunch of bite marks and hickeys all over you body to make sure people know you belong to him

Not too vocal, Aizawa has more guttural groans and grunts. Deep hums from his chest and throat that literally vibrate through your body. Sucks in air through his teeth a lot too.

This man is a switch, he loves taking charge but also loves it when you do too. It all mostly depends on how much energy and time he’s got.

Also really likes seeing you bounce on his dick. While he lazily lays down and admires you desperately chasing your own high. His hands on your hips and thighs, rubbing firm circles into your flesh. Words of encouragement and praise slipping past his lips.

“There you go, baby. That’s it. Cum all over my dick.”

#aizawa shota x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #aizawa headcanons #aizawa fluff #aizawa shota smut #bnha aizawa #bnha x reader

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lumosinlove · 4 months

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Christmas Eve Will Find Me

Seven: Sirius

Sleeper Car

Somewhere Just Outside of Athens

“I speak ten languages.”

They hadn’t spoken much since entering their small sleeper car. Remus was wary of him. Sirius could feel the lack of trust rolling off of him in waves. He had taken a seat in the window nook and mostly watched the world go by until the sun went down. It left Sirius—not wanting to crowd him—to lay down on the bottom bunk. He figured Remus would want the better vantage point. He always had before. Some time after James had come around knocking with sandwiches, Remus had climbed up to his own top bunk and finally asked his first question.

“Ten sounds right,” Sirius replied.

“Do you, too?” Remus asked.

“Yeah,” Sirius said. He had to clear his throat to make the words come out clearer. Remus had startled him. He’d been near asking Remus something himself so many times, but he wasn’t sure where to start. Are you okay? Were you hurt? Where were you? Did someone help you?

Sirius could feel Remus thinking. He heard the mattress shift from above him. He couldn’t see the bed’s slates or anything. No springs. Each bunk felt like a small sleigh. The wood was carved in a soft-edge curling boarder that Sirius was sure he was going to forget about and hit his head on.

“I’d say your Greek is better than mine, though,” Sirius said.

That night getting gin drunk at the café. Watching Remus converse easily with the waiter, making him laugh straight from his belly and give them two rounds for free. Sirius loved to watch Remus talk to new people, no matter what language. Charm and joy came so easy to him. Sirius had always been too busy sizing up strangers like opponents. Like a threat.

It was easier when it was just him and Remus. Him and James. Him and himself.

He could have sat by the water with Remus forever, joking about diving in.

He had already known Remus was worried about something. Them. I wonder about them. He should have tried harder to break through while they were both weakened by wine and each other. Relaxed and happy. Instead, Sirius had been distracted. Remus in the moonlight, Remus, tilting the wine bottle to his lips as they sat by the sea.

“Come on. We have all night, don’t give out on me, Black.” He’d been laughing as Sirius pushed the bottle away.

“Not if we’re going swimming.” And Sirius had really wanted to go swimming. He’d wanted Remus’ pale back in the moon and a chance—maybe there would be a chance to kiss him.

Sirius got up from the bunk, avoiding hitting his head, and went to sit in the window seat. He could feel the world’s winter air through the glass. He wasn’t going to sleep, and he couldn’t stand this silence from Remus, this wariness. He took out his knives, his guns, and began to check for rust. He couldn’t feel if Remus was watching him or not. Maybe he was sleeping, maybe he was listening. Maybe he was worrying, or even bleeding as he tried to remember something.

Sirius was trying so hard to merely focus on the gun parts in his hands that he didn’t even hear Remus until he was sliding into the booth across from him.

“Why are you the one I remember?” Remus asked.

That question was torture. Why, indeed.

Sirius’ heart thumped. “I don’t know. Your mind wants to remember your life. It’s fighting against whatever scrambled your memories—”

“Yes, but—” The breath Remus let out was frustrated and he stilled Sirius’ busy hands with his own. “Why is it you?”

“I—I don’t know,” Sirius said, startled by the touch.

“You’re lying.”

Sirius shook his head. “Why would I lie? I…We’re—we work together, we spend lots of time together.”

“We kiss,” Remus said, and a faint buzzing started up in Sirius’ ears. “I dream about kissing you.”

That night, the last time they’d been in Greece. Sirius, we shouldn’t. We shouldn’t. No, Sirius thought. They definitely did not kiss.

“We’re together,” Remus said. It was only half a question, like he was sure that Sirius would agree. He even had a brow arched, as if he was so sure Sirius was lying, as if he was so sure that they actually were together.

It took everything in Sirius to say, “No.”

What the hell was Remus doing, dreaming about kissing him like it was a memory?

Remus narrowed his eyes at him. His mouth opened and closed twice. “But…”

Sirius had nothing to say. Remus’ hand was still over his own, but it slipped away as he sat back in his seat, blinking hard down at the table.

“We work at Salazar,” he said. “Together.”

“Yes,” Sirius nodded.

“A mission went wrong—what did Leo say, six months ago.”

“Yes.”

“I was shot. And Logan.”

“Yes.”

“By Salazar?”

Sirius took a breath. Before Jack, he would have said no, by our targets in Greece. The only wrench was, they had never actually been told who exactly those targets were, and Sirius had spent most of the ride to the train station putting a possible two-and-two together:

Remus stopped trusting Salazar for some reason. Salazar found out and needed to get rid of him without suspicion.

Leo had agreed when he’d whispered it to him as they boarded a bus. What I want to know, Leo had said. Is if Logan knew what Remus knew, or if he just got caught in the crossfire.

“We thought it was a third party, but I think you…” Sirius hesitated. “Knew something. I think you, and maybe Logan, knew something that Salazar didn’t want you to know.” Sirius set the gun down and leaned forward. “What does the name Pascal mean to you?”

Remus shook his head. “Nothing.”

Sirius sighed. “Yeah.”

I dream about kissing you.

They went past a small village, close enough that Sirius could see glimpses of warm lights on in houses.

“Why take our memories? Why not just kill us?” Remus was looking at him in the reflection of the window. Their little cabin looked so perfect against the window’s foggy mirror. Soft and gentle and normal.

“They tried.” Sirius couldn’t meet his eyes when he said it, not even in the window. “Someone took your tracker out and saved you.” He put a hand on his own neck. “We had to cut ours out, too.”

“Saved me?”

“Yeah.”

“And it wasn’t you?”

Sirius shook his head, though Remus didn’t look like he entirely believed him.

“It wipes your memory, that’s the first defense mechanism. We’re thinking they could probably reverse that while the tracker was in place. Leo will be working on that, it’s his area. But…” Sirius rubbed his temple. Kissing kissing kissing. “There’s a kill switch, too. We got ours out in time, we’re thinking you and Lo got your memories wiped first. Then you wouldn’t’ve even know it was there, not to mention how to take it out of your neck. So someone else had to do it.”

“But if it’s out, how will we reverse it?” Remus asked.

For the first time, something other than that hard exterior flashed across Remus’ face. Fear. Sirius wanted to touch his hand again but he didn’t know how. Remus knew two things and one of them wasn’t even true: his own name, and Sirius’ face. A name was a name, but Sirius, apparently, was much less than he had thought he was.

“I’m sorry,” Sirius said softly, looking at him directly. “I don’t know.”

Remus pressed his lips together, gaze jerking out the window again.

“We don’t know yet,” Sirius amended. “Leo is good. Leo is very good.”

“Says you,” Remus said in a cool tone. His eyes were still tight and worried, but he was trying to play it off. He looked down at Sirius’ gun. “I can put that back together in a couple seconds. Can you?”

Sirius didn’t even look down as his hands had the weapon reassembled before Remus had even drawn his next breath.

Remus nodded thoughtfully. He was still watching Sirius’ hands. The sound of laughter, a group of people, passed by their door and they both looked. Sirius couldn’t help the way his hand tightened around the gun. He’d never work that reflex out of his system.

“Just passengers,” Remus said. “Am I always this jumpy? Are we, I should say.”

“We are,” Sirius said. We, his mind caught on. “But that’s what keeps us alive.”

“Is it?”

Sirius made to point his gun and, before his wrist got more than an inch above the table, Remus’ hand was around it, vice-like. Sirius watched him stare at it. He watched the slow, half smile cross Remus’ face.

“I see.”

Remus let go slowly. Sirius wished he wouldn’t. He took up the gun. As Sirius watched, he took it apart again and then put it back together—easy.

“If only I could do that to myself,” Remus said.

“I would if I could.”

Remus nodded. He set the gun down between them. The train took a turn and they both leaned a little, looking back out the window—at each other’s reflections—as the hills turned with them.

“Are you sure we’ve never kissed?” Remus asked.

“I wouldn’t lie.” He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.

Remus’ reflection looked at him. “Did we want to?”

That was a more complicated question. Want. There were years of history in that word. In the dormitories, shaking Remus’ hand for the first time. Helping each other in class—learning languages, picking each other’s pockets and trying to see if the other might notice. Pinning each other on the mat, catching each other with the stunning bullets in target practice. They had been named a team from the very beginning. Sirius, perhaps, had fallen in love not just with Remus, but with the idea of never having to leave his side.

Even still, it took everything in him to say, “Yes.”

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matchsumu · 3 months

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Lost

description: now that he’s lost you, winning means nothing

genre: angst to open ending (i cannot commit to angst, it’s just too sad)

warnings: anxiety, substance use as a coping mechanism

Kageyama Tobio knew that he had grown up too soon when it was too late;

when smiles were rare to come by, and never managed to reach his eyes; when he pushed everyone that he loved away (because people can’t leave you if they’re already gone); when his determination to succeed turned into an obsession.

Kageyama Tobio knew that he had lost himself when even you couldn’t find him.

You weren’t there to will the clouds away, so he stayed in the shadows- but he deserved it.

He had lost his guide, his one way out of the dark abyss his mind had become- only it was his fault.

Part of him wanted to chase after you, to apologize for what he had done, even though he had promised himself that he would never neglect you; but he did. He deserved to be locked away in the hell that he had created for himself. He didn’t deserve your compassion but even so, he longed for it.

He wanted to slump into your arms like he used to and have you hold him tightly, humming softly. He wanted your fingers in his hair. He wanted his hands in yours- they had always fit so perfectly together. He wanted to make you smile, even if it was only a slight quirk of the corner of your mouth.

Kageyama Tobio wanted to be a kid again. He wanted to be happy; back when his grandfather was still alive, back when you still loved him.

Kageyama Tobio wanted nothing more than to want nothing.

You had always told him that his determination was one of his greatest strengths, but how could it do him any good if his determination for volleyball was the reason he lost you?

He thought he had gotten better, really he did. His time at karasuno helped him outgrow his King Mentality, and you couldn’t have been more proud of him;

but good things don’t last forever.

Why did he stay late practicing all those nights? Why did he leave you alone in your shared apartment? if he had been better then maybe-

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You had made his favorite food the day that you left. He had come home to the lights off- it was always dark when he got home- you were probably in bed. Everything felt normal until he saw the note on the table, next to a cold bowl of pork curry. Happy Anniversary! was scribbled out and replaced with i’m leaving.

Kageyama Tobio was a proud man- it was difficult not to be prideful as a professional athlete; but he was beginning to see the fault in this as well.

Playing for the Schweiden Alders was a massive accomplishment. He wanted to make you proud so he worked himself to the bone, day and night at practice; but you each took pride in different things. Kageyama believed that he needed to be the best setter, and if he couldn’t achieve this, all of his hard work would be wasted. Whereas your pride resided within an accumulation of memories. shared happiness made your heart swell. His volleyball career only mattered to you because it mattered to him. you didn’t ask for this life, yet he had forced it onto you.

He had been selfish.

His determination propelled him forwards but he didn’t know how to slow the blades. Little by little, the spinning metal chipped away at his mind until he had lost the very essence of himself. He couldn’t slow down, and in doing so Kageyama Tobio had lost the one person in his life that kept him sane.

The effects were almost immediate. His heart slowed but his mind moved at an impossible speed. He was desperately trying to keep himself from falling apart, fighting an uphill battle against his own mind. Countless nights, his thoughts were dedicated to you and what ifs.

What if he had been on time that night?

What if he had worked harder? There had to be a way he could have both, right?

But the question that plagued his mind the most frequent:

What if he just wasn’t good enough?

And that’s what it really came down to, his pride; because Kageyama Tobio was always good enough. He put in the effort required- and more- everyday at practice. He worked his way up from the bottom to be one of the best setters in all of Japan, so how did he lose with you?

But mixed within the bewildered feeling that consumed his mind, Kageyama knew that it was only a matter of time. He knew exactly why you were leaving him, and as much as he wanted to chase after you, he knew you deserved better.

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Even so, it sickened him how well he was playing. His first official game back was a few weeks after you had left and he had never played better. his body moved in the way he had worked so hard to train it to; every step was polished to perfection and the footwork came as naturally as breathing. Until after a particularly impressive service ace, Kageyama’s eyes glanced across the seat that was always reserved for you, only to find someone else sitting in it and that empty feeling in his chest grew a little bigger.

You were really gone. Maybe part of him had thought that you didn’t really mean it- like this was the same as your other arguments where you’d finally come around back to him. Panic began to build up in his throat and his mind clouded over.

Had he even called you?

Kageyama wiped his hands on his jersey in an attempt to dry them off. It felt like he was moving in slow motion as he walked back to the service line; jaw tightening into iron, leaving him unable to respond to Hoshiumi’s concerned question, settling for a stiff nod instead.

His joints had stiffened and his body felt too tense, but there was nothing he could do about it, only a spectator trapped in his mind, forced to watch the mechanical cyborg he had become go through the motions.

The referee’s whistle- which normally brought his mind into focus- made his body jolt and he couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling inside of him.

The ball was suddenly up in the air, a perfect, high toss; and his shoes squeaked against the gym floor: right, left, right, left. The contact was solid enough to feel his brain rattle inside his skull;

Another ace.

And as the crowd cheered his name, Kageyama Tobio hoped that somewhere, someone noticed that something was wrong with him.

Help me.

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The vodka burned as it slid down his throat, but he didn’t care- in fact he welcomed the feeling; at least he was feeling something.

It was dark in the apartment. Kageyama refused to turn the lights on ever since you had left. He didn’t need to be reminded how empty everything was without you.

That’s what he told you, in one of his seven voicemails that he had drunkenly left before passing out on the couch.

He didn’t remember what had happened when he had woken up. After checking to see if there were any messages from you- there weren’t- he stumbled to get ready for practice.

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This became his new routine. play a match, drink to forget his problems, leave you embarrassing voicemails, and go to practice the next day.

Why did he push you away? He could feel that something was wrong, so why did he ignore it? Why did he have to be so selfish?

Kageyama Tobio was reminded of his fear of solitude.

The silence was unbearable- suffocating. It came slowly, creeping up his chest and tightening around his neck; he was stuck in a constant state of asphyxiation and his mind had clouded over until you were the subject of every thought.

Had he always been this cold? Or had you just been there to pull his hands into yours and massage the warmth back?

Kageyama Tobio wasn’t sad, he was numb.

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Schweiden Alders 24 vs Tachibana Red Falcons 23

The referee’s whistle was shrill in his ears and the crowd roared Kageyama's name as he made his way to the service line.

One more, just one more and then he could be done.

Were you watching him? Before, even if you couldn’t make it to a match, you would still always watch the broadcasting. He hoped you were.

“Nice serve, Kageyama,” Ushijima encouraged, snapping him out of his thoughts.

With a curt nod and another whistle from the referee, he tossed the ball high into the air and slammed it onto the other side of the court: an ace.

As the spectators cheered loudly and his team crowded around him excitedly, Kageyama Tobio couldn’t help but feel that none of this mattered if he was alone, without you by his side.

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Hoshiumi wanted to go out to a bar to celebrate, but Kageyama just wanted to go home. He had opted for water tonight, sipping it slowly. It was cold outside and he was exhausted, Besides he normally celebrated with you and-

"Hi, Tobio."

His mouth went dry and he whirled around at the sound of your voice. What were you doing here?

“You guys played well.” you looked normal, bundled up in a big puffer jacket. His eyes didn’t miss the necklace he got you a few years ago with his initials on it.

“Did you enjoy the game?” Kageyama finally remembered how to speak.

“No, not really.”

He knew that his mouth had fallen agape, but couldn’t manage to shut it.

Of course you didn’t- why would he even ask you that? This was the first time he had seen you in a month and that was the first thing he said to you?

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Huh?” the question sent his mind through another whirlwind.

“Well, you just looked really tense out there, that’s all.” you had said it so nonchalantly, it almost went over his head.

Every emotion Kageyama Tobio had felt since you left immediately pumped in his heart and spread through his veins, warming his body. You noticed. Of course you had noticed.

“I miss you.” his voice came out croaky, but he didn’t care.

“I miss you too, Tobio.” your eyes softened and crinkled a little at the corners. You always made that face when you forced a smile.

Don’t leave. Don’t leave me alone, not again.

He didn’t think that he would physically be able to handle it if you had turned up, only to disappear again.

“Wanna grab coffee?”

“Isn’t it a little too late for caffeine?” Kageyama wished his soul would separate from his body so he could punch himself in the gut. Why would he even say that? Of course he wanted to go with you.

You snorted, “Doesn’t have to be coffee, dumbass. I just wanted to talk more, that’s all.”

“Tea sounds good.” His heart ached deep in his chest, but he wasn’t sure if it was from heartbreak or hope. Everything felt so normal, almost as if the past month never happened. How were you able to continue on with your life so easily?

Did all those years that you had spent loving each other really mean nothing?

Of course, you could throw that same question back at him. Kageyama hated himself.

“Let’s get out of here then.”

He nodded, quickly gathering his things.

He would not mess this up– whatever this was or could be.

#haikyuu!!#kageyama x reader #tobio kageyama #haikyuu x reader #kageyama angst #tobio x reader

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unfriedough · 2 years

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When you have the freetime, can you please make an Zuko x fem!reader and they are trying to look after a child they found(the child has no parents)?

‘Impromptu Parents’- Zuko x female!reader

Masterlist <3

An: HIYA! Sorry this took WAY too long, I had no motivation or time :( THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST THOUGH!!!

Summary:

Whilst walking around the market with your husband, you stumble upon a child that’s all alone. Not having the heart to leave them there, you decide to bring them along with you until their parents are found.

Ps. (C/n) is child’s name! I decided to make the child a girl, hope that’s okay!

Warnings: kids…?

Your steps fell in sync with Zuko’s, soft noises emerging from the carpeted grounds against your shoes. The fiery shades of red from the palace walls and floors surrounded you, as you made your way to the markets outside. Being the firelord’s lonely day off for the first time in a while, you were determined to make it enjoyable and relaxing. His coarse hands were firm against yours, bodies close together despite the massive corridor you two were traversing.

“What do you think we’re having for lunch?” He asked passively, thinking with his stomach.

“Mmm. Maybe fire noodles. I’ve been craving those for forever.”

“They don’t serve that here though?‘

“Who said we’re eating at the palace today?”

“Outside?” he said, shocked.

“YES!? Your one day off I’m not spending it in the same place you work?”

“That’s… actually a fair point. Fire noodles it is.”

“Good.”

“Good.” he repeated, mocking you slightly.

You pushed him slightly to the side, making him laugh before pushing you too, you pushed him again, a little harder so he’d lose his balance. He yelped as he fell, before laughing even harder, “You little,”

“Gotta split!” You sprinted to the nearby doors.

Zuko was closer than you thought, immediately tackling you to the ground, pinning you under him. You both erupted into laughter, bodies tangled and positions rather explicit. The guards tried not to look, seemingly undisturbed, but actually struggling not to break character. Unfortunately for you two, you hadn’t actually seen the dozens of men standing at the doorway. Zuko leaned down and pecked your lips, still laughing.

“Sir.” One of them choked out.

You immediately snapped back to reality, teleporting to your feet, much like Zuko.

“Uh, yeah. We’ll be um, leaving now.” he stood regally, ignoring the heat devouring his face.

They moved apart, swords clanging as they separated, allowing you and your husband to pass. As you passed them, tense and embarrassed, you side eyed Zuko, who was stiff and red in the face.

“We’re idiots.”

“Who’s we? Just you!” you replied.

“Me?” he exclaimed, “I’ll have you know I’m pretty smart.”

“Mm.” You pretended to think, “I don’t know about smart, but definitely pretty”

He looked away from you rapidly, ear tinting pink, bashfulness making you laugh. You two happily walked to the markets nearby, brushing fingers against the plants. Zuko seemed more relaxed, shoulders light, posture straight and happy, and definitely laughing more often. It was obvious you were the reason - the whole palace knew! He would visibly relax seeing you, and passively smile at the mention of your name, truly, it made the staff realise how different he was from his father.

Before you knew it, you were in the middle of a bunch of vendors, most did not even recognize you and Zuko, which was a relief. You started by heading to the fruit stalls, purchasing a variety of delicious goods, and then to the souvenir stall, securing a few bits and bobs to make the palace seem a little more homely. You two were making conversation when you were abruptly cut off.

“Get it if you want it, it’s ni-” Zuko was startled when a small figure pushed past him.

The child tugged on your pants/skirt (you choose), sniffling.

“Ma’am,”

You looked to the source, a young girl, maybe 6 or 7, stood, eyes wide and fingers shaky.

“I can’t find my mommy,” you bent down to her level, pushing back the hair from her face.

“Where did you see her last, sweetheart?”

She shrugged, “She was in the shops, I don’t know which.” a tear slipped from her eyes, and she quickly tried to wipe it.

“Well, do you wanna come with us, to look for your mom?”

“Yes please,” she opened her arms wide, for you to pick her up, and that you did.

She fit snug into your arms, head tiredly resting on your shoulder.

“What’s your name sweetie?”

“C/n. And you?”

“I’m Y/n, and this is my husband, Zuko.”

C/n leaned back from your arms, turning around to see Zuko, “Your name is like the firelord.” she deadpanned.

“Yeah, it is,”

You struggled not to laugh, your husband trying to conceal his identity.

“Let’s start over there, shall we?” you pointed at a small corner shop.

“Okay,” she said quietly.

As you walked, you tried to make small talk, the child becoming more comfortable in your arms.

“So, you know the firelord?”

“Yeah. He’s like the principal of the school, but like for the whole entire country!” she giggled, making a large gesture with her hands.

“That’s a funny way of putting it,” Zuko said, chuckling.

“Do you think he’s a nice guy?”

You were secretly hoping she’d say no, that would be hilarious.

Instead, she shrugged, “I haven’t met him. My mommy says he’s just a baby though. But I think he’s really old!” Zuko gasped, eyes widened, and mouth contorted into a smile.

“A baby huh? How old do you think he is?”

“Maybe 34.” she giggled at your wide smile, hiding her face in your tunic.

“He’s much younger than 34 I’ll have you know.” the guy in question huffed.

The decor sung once you walked in as the door triggered it. There was no one in the shop other than you guys, so you opted to move on. And this pattern repeated, the mother and father were nowhere to be found. At this point the sun began to set.

C/n was beginning to get sleepy, a yawn exiting her mouth.

“Do you have any fire chips?” she asked, eyes sparkling.

“No um, are you hungry?” she nodded.

“I say we get something to eat, and then see what to do.” Zuko’s stomach growled.

“Agreed.”

“Fire noodles?”

“Duh!”

The lights of the tacky noodle place illuminated your face, a gentle smile gracing your partner’s face as he interlocked your free hand with his. Shortly after entering, you sat down at a booth, and ordered some food - making sure to include something non spicy for C/n.

“So what’re we gonna do?” he asked, looking at the kid, who was fiddling with the hem of her dress.

“I say, we take her home with us, and tomorrow morning we can call the town to do a morning announcement thing, and ask about who’s kid this is.”

“Sounds good, I guess.”

“Is that okay with you, C/n?” You asked her.

“Yes. Thank you ma’am and sir.”

“You can just call us Y/n and Zuko, you know?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, of course!”

“Okay, Y/n,” she giggled, and you grinned.

The food arrived not too long after, and you all dug in. C/n stuffed her face with the food, finishing it in what could probably be record time, then wiping her face with the napkin. You looked at her, a furrow in your brows.

“Hon, were you that hungry?”

“A little.” she said, sheepishly.

“You should’ve mentioned that,” Zuko said, calling over the waiter.

You ordered another bowl of the ramen for her, before continuing your meal. A few minutes later, you slurped the last noodle, and asked for the check. It was rather cheap, 5 gold coins. Your husband smiled, pulling the receipt to himself and grabbing his wallet.

“What a gentleman.” you sighed, looking at him dreamily, a mocking undertone. I mean, it’s almost like he’s the firelord or something.

He laughed, placing that and a few more into the small book, before shutting it.

“Hey wait! Zuko open it!” he furrowed his brows, C/n holding a fist up in his direction.

He did as she asked, and she dropped a coin into the check, grinning at her actions.

“My mommy always says tip.”

“We did C/n, you should keep your money to buy yourself something nice.”

She shook her head, sinking back into her chair. He shrugged, closing the check and passing it to the waiter, along with saying thank you of course. You gathered your belongings and left the establishment, the little girl choosing to hold your hand.

“The way home is long, will you be able to walk all that way?”

“Yes! I’m a big girl!” she puffed her chest.

“If you say so,” he smiled.

THough, the walk home was long. You had strayed far from the palace, although you didn’t mind. Walking with Zuko was always peaceful. The fire lit lanterns casted a orangey-yellow hue on the world, streets quiet and barren as people retired to their homes for the night. To add a cherry on top to the perfect night, your lover took you to a fountain, lights illuminating the waters. You sat on the edge of the water structure, hands interlocked with Zuko’s, while C/n watched the pretty reflections in the water, occasionally dipping her hand in for a splash. You looked at her, and once sure she was occupied, you leaned in to kiss your husband. It was sweet and short, an ‘i missed you’ type of kiss - and he understood that perfectly. He rested his forehead against yours, licking his lips sweetly, a grin lighting his face. Your hand pushed a stray lock of ravne hair from his face - a futile attempt as it fell back onto his eyes.

“You make a pretty good dad,”

“You think?”

Just as you were leaning in again, you heard footsteps. Immediately separating, you got up and checked on C/n, who was ever so occupied, then your eyes flashed to the source. An exhausted woman, much older than you, walked, another fellow by her side, with equally tired eyes. Looking over at the child, you saw a switch flipped in your head. Their eyes were similar, and her nose was practically a copy of the dad’s.

“Sweetie,” you pat her shoulder, “Do you know these guys?”

She turned her head, and her eyes widened, tears welling up, “THAT'S MY MOMMY!”

The older couple turned to you guys, before noticing the child, “C/N!” They ran up to her. She flew into her mom’s arms, sobbing and clutching her tightly. The lady tried not to cry, soothing her child as best as she could. A contrast to the dad, who had completely broken down, resting his head on his daughter’s shoulder as he cried. You and Zuko stood awkwardly, not knowing exactly what to do in this situation.

The mother couldn’t stop hugging her baby, sloppily kissing her face.

“You scared us! Where were you?!” She questioned, tears streaming endlessly down her face.

“I-I was with Zuko and Y/n at the markets!” C/n could barely say, breathes laboured.

“Zuko and Y/n… Zuko and Y/n?” The dad asked, furrowing his brows.

“Yeah his name is like the firelord.”

The couple turned to you, mouths agape. You offered a smile, Zuko awkwardly rubbing his neck, “Hi.”

They immediately set their daughter down, both bowing, and signalling for her to do the same.

“Why?”

“Honey, they’re the firelord and lady.” the mom said through gritted teeth.

C/n’s eyes widened, and she looked over at you, shock evident on her small features.

“Surprise?” you shrugged.

The little girl almost passed out, immediately going to bow.

“Oh no no! You don’t have to do that!” Zuko said, making wild motions with his hand.

“Please, you can get up,” the parents listened, going back to their feet.

“We will forever be in debt to you, your highness,”

Zuko smiled, and you replied, “Oh please, C/n was an angel today,”

The girl held her mother’s arm, staring at you two sheepishly.

“Thank you,” the dad added, before moving to leave.

They bowed once again before leaving, and you turned to do the same. You got half way down the path, when you heard, “C/N!”

And then, “Hey! Wait up!” you paused and turned, immediately getting pushed over by the little girl, Zuko just about being able to push you back up to your feet. You held her in the hug, looking at her parents who seemed very embarrassed.

“I’ll miss you…”

“I’ll miss you too, C/n.”

She stepped back, then grinned at Zuko, “I’ll miss you too.” She hugged his leg, and he picked her up for a proper hug.

She leaned back from his chest, “You should come to my house! I’ll show you all of my toys!”

“Maybe some other day,” he said, smiling.

“Yeah, it’s past Zuko’s bed time.” you pinched his cheek, and he flushed red, looking at you with wide eyes.

“Do you have a bedtime?” C/n laughed at him.

Your husband narrowed his eyes at you, tilting his head sideways quickly, worlessly telling you ‘just wait and see’.

He let her down after that, and she ran to her parents, waving goodbye on the way.

Zuko’s hand was on the small of your back as you walked home, “Bedtime? Really? That was low.”

You pouted mockingly, “Don’t worry, I’ll tuck you in.” you squished his face.

Zuko pinched your side in response, a laugh exiting you from the sudden, and very ticklish, contact.

And finally, it felt like you two spent a day together, not as rulers (or principal's) of a country, but as Zuko and Y/n. A girl who loves to mock her husband, and her husband who’s name is suspiciously like that of the firelord.

An: Lol

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seresinhangmanjake · 2 years

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Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: You break up with Jake because his actions make you question everything you’ve had between you, but he wants you to take him back.

Notes/Warnings: angst and fluff, those cursing words. Mentions of sex, but not the real deal. You know what, I cannot for my life stick to my word count plans. I always end up with a thousand more words than I intended. See, this was something I was playing around with while I worked on the rest of my requests, and then the fic gods turned on me and made me flesh this out because they have no respect. Also, it’s not proofread.

Words: 2639

“Jake, you’ve got to stop doing this,” you sighed, crossing your arms and leaning your body against the door frame.

You would have sooner smacked yourself than have the thought that Jake Seresin could look anything even remotely close to pitiful, and yet there he was before you, no stronger than a weak, shivering puppy. Shoulders rolled forward, head not high as normally would be, lips unable to hold anything other than a frown.

The cast of the moon sharpened the angles of his face and gave his hair a silvery glow. Ethereal-like. God-like, you hated to admit. Regardless of circumstance, you would forever curse your inability to find a flaw in his features or form. But his perfection to the eye was always overshadowed by the words that came from his mouth.

“I can’t,” he said.

Jake shifted uncomfortably on his feet, standing awkwardly just outside of your house—his house too, technically—and occasionally sneaking little glances past your head into the small, darkened foyer. Not inviting him in spiked his anxiety, but you couldn’t deal with it again tonight. You couldn’t keep having the same conversation, the same fight.

You had let him in the night before, and a couple of other nights since the day you told him to leave, only to have useless discussions that spun you both in endless circles. It was exhausting, but still, it took everything in you to keep from crumbling at his feet and begging him to stay.

He must’ve sensed it—your desire to have him close despite the harshness of the words you threw at him. ‘Are you sure you want me to go,’ he had asked you nearly ten times, a prayer in that question you knew he wanted to have answered in the form of you grabbing him by the collar and kissing him, dragging him to your bed and reaffirming your love for one another. But you couldn’t bring yourself to allow it, to surrender, each time responding with a hard nod and a solid ‘I’m sure.’

Breaking his heart every day wasn’t easy, but he had cracked yours rather effectively, whether intentionally done or not. And you knew it was soon to be that that crack might turn into a crevice, and from that crevice would a valley form, dark and deep, halving the organ in pieces unable to rejoin on their own.

But having your own heart broken, you were not afraid of. Miserable at the thought, but not afraid. It was the work in healing it that terrified you, knowing fully well that a heart broken by Jake Seresin would be a heart harder healed than any other previous healing you were forced to put yourself through before he entered into your life.

So you figured the easiest way to avoid it would be to cut the string that bound you together. And though he made it more and more difficult to want to keep that plan intact, you had your justified reasons for not straying from trying to do so.

He’d humiliated you—accidentally, he’d swear—with that mouth of his one too many times. He’d flirted—unintentionally, he promised—with other women one too many times. And you weren’t willing to put up with it anymore. To other women, maybe his behavior wouldn’t have been enough to make them want to end their relationship, but for you, it was plenty.

He always managed to say and do the perfect things to make you feel small when you were outside of your home, and his profuse apologies the next morning once he realized he’d hurt you meant less and less with each following failure. To you, he wasn’t trying to right his wrongs. It was more as if he was hoping the day may come where you learned to cope with how he is so he wouldn’t have to change.

“What do you mean, you can’t,” you asked, a sharp tick to your tone. “You haven’t even tried. You still show up here every day. And you’re still wearing that.” You pointed to his hand.

He glanced down.

His thumb continuously rotated the silver band around his ring finger, your engraved name on the inner side of the metal sliding along his skin with each twist.

When your own ring was on, the spot of your skin where his name touched always tingled the slightest. Right before you had asked him to leave, you made a show of taking it off and chucking it into the bedside drawer; though you instantly regretted the dramatics when you saw the devastated look on his face.

“We’re…we’re married,” he said softly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, as if anything else would be unnatural. “You’re my wife. I—”

“That’s the thing, Jake, I’m not.”

He stared at the ring, brow pinched, and his voice contained a hint of a quiver when he said, “Technically, you still are.”

“Well, soon I—I don’t know that I will be.”

His eyes darted to yours—a clash of green and Y/E/C—and you saw something in them shatter; something that shattered a piece of you as well, like the jagged splintering of ice after stepping foot onto a frozen lake too weak to bear your weight. You felt fragile, and wary of your next steps, knowing you were perhaps too far gone to take one back.

You rubbed your hands up and down your face, then groaned and said, “Jake, we got married too fast.” As plenty of family had warned you. You had dated for six months when he proposed, and you’ve only been married for six more.

“Don’t say that.”

“We just—half of the time I can’t even tell if you respect me, let alone truly love me.”

“Of course, I respect you,” he said, taking a step closer. “Of course, I love you.”

Those words stole whatever you had thought to say next right from your throat. Hearing them now made it all the more known to you how rarely he said it, but he spoke with such surety, such honesty, that were you not propped up against the door, your trembling knees would have taken you to the ground.

“Y/N, I know I’m not perfect,” he began, moving closer still, “I know I say stupid shit, I know I do stupid shit, but baby…” His mouth opened and closed. He took in a breath and released it. “You’re everything to me.”

A warm prickling made its way up your spine and you struggled to keep your body from shuddering under its effect. For a man so easily able to say the wrong thing, he was somehow saying everything you hadn’t even really known you needed to hear.

“I can be a fucking idiot. I swear I try not to be, and I fail. But I know I wasn’t being an idiot when I asked you to marry me,” he said.

His body was inches from yours.

At your silence, he took your hands in his, lightly squeezing before carefully sliding them up your arms, over your shoulders, along your neck, until he was cupping your cheeks.

And you let him.

You let him touch you, and you didn’t stop him when drew your face close and pressed his lips to yours. His fingertips cooled the flush his kiss brought to your face when his tongue touched yours; and you grabbed his wrists, almost as if to yank them away from your face. Instead, you just held on to him, savoring the feel of his skin, his pulse thumping against your fingertips. In that moment of mouths melding, you forgot why all else mattered.

You forgot to care for anything other than him and his scent and the way he touched you. The ways he always touched you: with a sweetness, a lovingness that could never be matched. Part of why you fell in love with him as fast as you had. Part of why it was so confusing when he did and said all of that ‘stupid shit.’

“Don’t divorce me,” he whispered when the kiss broke.

You bit a half of your bottom lip. “Jake—”

“Please.”

With his thumb he gently pulled down on that lip until it released from under your teeth, slightly more swollen than from his kiss. He pecked your lips and rested his forehead against yours.

“Call me out when I fuck up,” he said, “shout at me for being an ass, torture me by keeping that sweet pussy of yours off-limits for a week if I really, really deserve it, but don’t divorce me, baby.”

His voice was as unsteady as the last leg of your determination.

“I won’t be able to handle it,” he whispered.

Your tears were already falling; his just barely remained pooled in the corners of his eyes.

“Do you love me?” he asked.

To him, you seemed to hesitate, but in your own mind, your own heart, you knew your truth.

You would have liked to believe that no one can choose who they fall in love with; that everyone is at the mercy of their heart’s will and not their brain’s, but deep down you knew reality was far from such a belief.

You chose Jake. You chose to love him, to give yourself to him, because you wanted him more than you had wanted anything in your entire life. And even when the idea of your separation bounced around in your head, you never once considered that you would stop loving him. You figured your heart would be better protected if at a safe distance from his, but not loving him…never a possibility. Together or not, he had you, and everything you were made of. Every single available piece of your heart and mind and body and soul belonged to him.

You simply nodded, and a wave of relief crashed over him as a wide smile opened a cavern across his face.

“Then please put your ring back on.”

You hadn’t looked at it since that day two weeks ago when you tossed it into the table drawer. You knew it would make you cave and call him and tell him to come home well before you were ready to consider if that was for the best.

“Do you really think it’s that simple?” you asked.

You weren’t trying to be sarcastic or snarky, and thankfully, knowing you, Jake could tell you didn’t have ill intentions in the question. So, he answered honestly.

“It is if you want it to be,” he said. “I’d do anything, be anything, for you. And there are things I have to change, things I have to be more aware of. I know that now.”

Hope radiated off him, and you could practically feel it as if it were its own physical thing, floating over and wrapping itself around you. In his eyes held a matching look. The same look he’d given you the first time he kissed you in a dark corner at the Hard Deck. And the first time you had sex, in his car, a mess of fumbling limbs and desperation to have him inside you.

Neither of you lasted more than five minutes that night, panting and chuckling in the summer Californian heat after you came down from your highs while his fingers unstuck your hair from your sweaty skin to tuck behind your ears.

It was the same look he had the first time he told you he loved you, waiting with air locked tight in his lungs that he didn’t release until you told him you loved him too.

Sighing, you nudged your head in the direction of the bedroom door. He grinned and kissed your forehead, and ran into the other room.

You faintly heard the opening and closing of the small drawer, then he was back in front of you, ring caught between his thumb and index finger.

“Yea?” His eyebrows rose.

You giggled at his eagerness. “Yea.”

You extended your hand and he took it, carefully sliding the ring back in its place on your finger. He kissed the spot where the diamond sat, then his eyes met yours and he said, “Can it please stay there?”

“Don’t give me a reason to want to take it off.”

“Believe me, sweetheart. Never again.”

You smiled before inching up on your toes to kiss his cheek. “Ok,” you said. Then you turned on your heel, but he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and pulled you back. “What’s wrong?”

“Do I, um…” he swallowed hard, adam’s apple bobbing harshly. Green eyes avoided the concerned stare in yours and it shocked you.

Jake had never avoided looking at you. In fact, looking at you had been the thing about him that pissed you off the most when you met. Your first night working at the Hard Deck just so happened to be his first night at Top Gun, and every spare moment he’d had from base he spent dragging his coworkers to the bar to make it mildly less awkward when he stared at you from his place at the pool table.

By the fifth consecutive day he’d come in and made you nervous from his laser-focus trailing all over your face and body, you decided his presence was annoying. So you let him have it, told him what’s what, and that if he didn’t stop being a creep, you’d have him thrown out of the bar. He had only smirked in a way that made your stomach flip and heart annoyingly flutter in your chest, and promised that if you gave him a chance to explain himself you’d feel a little better about him since he had no intention of stopping his constant visits to the bar.

He'd waited until everyone else had cleared out so you could start cleaning up the place before he approached you.

“Look,” he had said as he helped you wipe down tables, “I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable. I shouldn’t be telling you this, but I’m here for a mission that isn’t going to be very simple. I’m a great pilot, but anything can happen, and I just figured that if I don’t end up making it back, then I’d spend the time I have before I leave looking at the most beautiful girl I’ve seen in my entire life.”

He'd, of course, made it back, and was immediately sent to where he was originally stationed. But, months later, when the opportunity arose to allow him the choice to stay put or come to California to teach with his old teammates, he chose to return, his very first steps on state soil taking him directly to the bar to find you.

“Um,” He cleared his throat, fingers tightening on your wrist. “Do I get to stay?”

Your head tilted. “What do you mean?”

“With you,” he said. “You let me put the ring back on, but that doesn’t necessarily mean you want me back in the house, so I—”

You stopped him with your lips on his and you wrapped your arms around his neck. But when you tried to take a step back, his hands on your face kept you from ending the kiss.

It was a full minute before he released you.

“I want you back in the house.”

His head fell against your chest with a whimper you only ever heard when his cock was buried to the hilt in your pussy. You ran your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck as he kissed the tops of each breast and made soft pecks up your body until lips could meet again.

“I’ll be better,” he whispered.

And you whispered back, “I believe you.”

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mykoreanlove · 6 months

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to you, lil' kookie

Jungkook felt his senior’s arms strongly around his crouched body, his grip tightening with each inhale of breath. Joon always used to speak to him softly, but today he was even more cautious.

“She is not coming back, Kookie. Okay? She won’t come back.”

Salty tears stained Joon’s shirt, but he didn’t mind. His younger brother was hurt in a way he had never been hurt before. Joon would turn back time if he could. He would go back long before Jungkook met you, long before you could break his heart. Unfortunately, though, he couldn’t.

Joon patted his head softly while whispering.

“You are going to be okay, Kookie. You are going to be okay.” Jungkook started sobbing harder, gasping for air as he cried out.

“How? How can I be okay if she doesn’t want me? Tell me how, hyung?”

In the weeks prior his friends tried everything to cheer him up.

Jin took him to a fancy salon to get him a fresh look but all he saw were his sad eyes.

Hobi flew him out to LA to go out dancing with actors and models, but he just stood in the corner watching, too sad to even move.

Jimin tried setting him up with other girls, one more beautiful than the other, but everyone he met reminded him of you.

Yoongi bought every brand of liquor available but even the bitterest taste couldn’t erase the sweetest memory of you.

Taehyung took him out to the peaceful forest to spend some time in solitude, but being alone with his thoughts was even worse.

And Joon? Joon just went straight in – “face your demons and conquer them“, he used to say.

Jungkook stared at the empty, emerald green journal which was gifted to him by his hyung. He scoffed, too annoyed to even try writing about his feelings. How was he even supposed to start? Joon once told him that if love got taken away from us, it’s the small child within us that suffers the most.

“You think you need the other person but what you really need is you.”

Jungkook had no idea where Joon took all his wisdom from. Was he right? Should he give this a try? He clasped his hands above his head, trying to think straight.

“It’s not like there is something else I want to do anyway”, he mustered to himself.

Jungkook opened the black journal and stumbled upon the first page. Joon had left him a little note: “To you, little Kookie.” He smiled wholeheartedly, touched by his friend’s affection for him.

Jungkook scratched the back of his head, unsure how to even begin writing to his younger self. “Don’t overthink it. Just let it flow. This is a safe space for you, Kookie. It needs to be.”

He grabbed a pencil and started writing.

Dear little Kookie,

He scratched what he wrote and shook his head in resistance.

“God, I sound so stupid. Why am I doing this?” He thought back to his conversation with Joon.

“Picture yourself as a little kid if you find it hard to write to yourself. It’s not like you’re writing to a stranger. You are talking to yourself.”

Dear little Kookie,

Not gonna lie – I feel stupid doing this right now. But if we’re being brutally honest right now, I have felt stupid for quite some time now. It didn’t work out with y/n and I feel devastated. I really wanted her. I really wanted her to want me. But I guess I wasn’t her type after all.

So, she broke my heart, blocked my number and left me like I didn’t matter. My friends tried everything to make me feel better, but they failed. Hyung made me write to you, so I guess this is my last hope. I don’t even know what to say though?

Are you as sad as me?

Jungkook stared at the last sentence, hoping for some kind of interaction. He laughed at himself after realizing what he was doing.

“Who am I, Harry Potter?” He chewed on his pencil for a while before continuing writing.

You are as sad as me, huh? Guess we both feel like shit. I tried everything to run away from feeling like that. Didn’t work.

Is this forever? Can we change? Can we heal? Hyung told me about relationships, you know. He is very smart but sometimes he says things that go way over my head. He said that the most important relationship I have is with you, little Kookie. With me, I suppose.

And I neglected you for a while, didn’t I?

Jungkook interrupted his writings to get himself a drink. Facing his pain was harder than he thought. Yoongi’s brown liquor burned in his throat, but he gladly welcomed another kind of pain for once.

I am sorry, little Kookie. I am sorry that you and I have to go through this. And I’m also sorry that we had to face so much pain in the past, too. Dating is hard, don’t you think?

Loving is even harder. I am sorry for all the trouble I put you through. I never really tended to your wounds, did I? Instead, I waited for someone external to mend them for us. Sorry I neglected you all these years.

He took a deep breath before thinking about you.

Little Kookie, I am sorry for how it went down with y/n. I am sorry that I did everything imaginable to convince her I was worthy of her love while you were dying inside from heartbreak. I tried to give her everything until nothing was left of me.

I am sorry I didn’t notice you. I wasn’t there, I was too occupied with her. Y/N neglected me whilst I neglected you. I should have been here with you. I should have held your hand and reassured you. I am sorry I made you question yourself. I should have let her go and focus on you and me. I should have told you how amazing you are. How great you are. And that you are worthy of love, that you deserve to be loved. If she can’t see that, then it’s her loss.

But I didn’t. I was mean to you – and me. I lay there crying every night, wondering why I wasn’t good enough for her. I tortured myself thinking that she would find someone better than me anyway. And then she did.

I should have chosen you, but I chose her instead. And that backfired.

Jungkook sat silently crying in front of his journal. Joon was right – it felt good to get this off his chest, even if the pain was bittersweet.

“You can go on and paint her as the villain or you could use your energy on you, Kookie. Don’t you think you’re finally worth your own attention for once?”

Jungkook let his head fall back in exhaustion, thinking of all the ways he had mistreated himself. He thought back to all those moments in which he behaved like a person without a backbone, or self respect. Like a wolf starved of love he would have taken anything from you, too weak to even realize how poisonous you were.“

“I used to ask her why she didn’t want me. Why didn’t she love me? Why did she only use me? Was that all I was good for? Is this all I’m ever going to be?”

He gulped harder, holding back tears.

“All this time I felt like worthless shit. And so did little Kookie. I tried so hard for her to love me so I could finally feel whole again. I can only imagine how little Kookie must have felt.”

Shame accompanied by disgust clouded his body.

“I have made a complete fool out of myself by begging her to love me. How pathetic is that? I chased someone who didn’t want me. For months I let her play me like a fiddle. Why did I do that? Why did I do that to us?”

Soon, his feelings of self-attack merged into something greater – a hunger for healing.

Little Kookie, I don’t know what the future will hold for us, but I promise you I will be better. And I will make you proud. I won’t rely on someone else to make us feel whole again.

Or loved. I can love you for the both of us. I have no idea how I’m going to do this but I’m sure hyung will help me. Can you forgive me?

He hugged himself tightly, squeezing his arms in response to the sadness he was feeling.

“Hyung was right. Even if it takes time, I will be alright again. Me and little Kookie will be alright this time. We have to be.”

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me, myself and i. | jake “hangman” seresin x reader

request from @the-untamed-soul

prompt: So, after hearing Hangman’s playlist, I was intrigued that one of his songs was “Me, Myself and I” by G-Eazy. It sparks the possibility of an angsty story with Hangman x reader who he keeps pushing away…? I just find this an interesting song choice for this man and begs so many questions.

warnings: Some real aNGSTY shit going on around here. Some curse words here and there. Oh, and there isn’t exactly a happy ending 👀

pairings: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x reader

word count: 1,910 (7 minutes reading time)

author’s notes: Had to create some headcanons for Jake for this to work, but let me know what you think!

EDIT: the highly anticipated part two is right here!

It wouldn’t be Jake if he didn’t try to pick fights with someone. You knew he and Rooster were not exactly friends, but you thought they would have put that behind when they left TOPGUN the first time. Everyone agreed that Hangman crossed the line this time, bringing up Rooster’s dad and the fact that he used to be Maverick’s RIO.

Everyone was at The Hard Deck enjoying drinks and taking over the pool table when you saw a glimpse of Jake walking along the beach behind the bar all by himself. You took your beer with you and slipped out back, catching up to him as he took a seat on the sand, looking at the ocean.

“Hey,” you said, as you took a seat next to him. He didn’t reply, simply looking up at you to acknowledge your presence. You handed him your beer, which he accepted with a small smile and took a swig of.

“You okay?” You asked.

“I’m good,” he winked at you and then looked back out into the ocean as the sun started to set.

“You know you crossed a line, right?” You asked rhetorically.

He looked at you and said, “Are you gonna lecture me? Because if so, I’d rather sit here alone.”

You sighed. “Okay then,” you simply said, giving up. You knew there was nothing else you could do. If he wanted to shut you out like this––like he always does––then what’s the use of even trying. So you stood up and dusted yourself off, walking back to the bar as a loud music begin to play on the jukebox.

“(Y/N)-,” he tried to call for you, but you could no longer hear him because you had already opened the door to your tipsy friends singing and dancing along to the music.

Before closing the door, you looked back at him. He was chugging the rest of the beer and then he stood up and left.

The two of you first met in college; both of you were a political science major and you had always known you wanted to be a naval aviator, continuing your mother’s legacy, and that was something you and Jake had in common. It was how the two of you started to bond with each other.

He saw a photo of you and your mother wearing her uniform and it started a conversation of what made the two of you want to enlist in the Navy. One thing led to another, the two of you began to date. You wanted something more from him, though. You wanted a commitment, or at least for both of you to equally put in the effort to try.

But that’s not who he is. After almost a year of false promises on forevers on his end, he decided to break things off. No explanations; not even a goodbye.

“Why?” You once asked, tears prickling your eyes.

“(Y/N), please. Don’t make this harder than it already is,” he said, refusing to look at you in the eye. “I’m leaving for the Navy on graduation day, I just don’t think this is gonna work out in the long run, alright? I don’t wanna hurt you with long distance because I’m not sure where I’ll be,” Jake tried to make an excuse.

You knew what it was though: the two of you were getting too serious for him and he always had a history of ending things before it got anywhere. Of course, he had to make it seem like he was doing it for you, because Jake Seresin and his ego would never let himself be in the wrong or be the bad guy, even when he was always the one looking for trouble. Just like he said, you didn’t see him at graduation. You heard from his friends that he had already enlisted in the Navy and never looked back.

When the two of you met again at TOPGUN the first time, you admit there was a small part of you that still hoped for something. With his continued teasing and subtle references to your past, you thought he did too. But of course, you should’ve known better, because not long after the two of you rekindled your friendship, he was sleeping with your best friend.

A few days after his fight with Rooster, you were sound asleep; somehow dreaming about flight training when you heard a loud banging noise. Someone was knocking and banging on your canopy, asking to be let in. Wait, that’s not right. You were slowly roused out of your slumber and realized that someone was banging on your door.

“Jesus Christ,” you hissed as you yanked the door open to reveal Jake, still in the clothes you saw him wear last, yet somehow looking a little more disheveled. “What are you doing? It’s 3 o’clock in the morning!” You frowned, looking out into the hallway, hoping no one was awakened by the noise.

“Hi, (Y/N),” Jake grinned, his body slumped against your doorframe. “Were you sleeping?” With the question, you noticed his speech was slurred and his body swayed a little.

“Are you drunk?” You asked.

“Yep,” he nodded, popping the ‘p’ for emphasis.

“Go to bed, Hangman. You’re gonna get in trouble for this,” you reprimanded him and went to close the door before he stopped you.

“Wait,” he said, hand against your door and foot stuck in between. “I-I, uh...” he tried to speak.

You sighed. “You’re sorry, I know,” you said, understanding that it was a routine when it comes to him. He never meant any of it, it was just his default setting having to throw a snide comment here and there. “Just forget about it, okay?”

Before you could close the door on him, he lunged forward and kissed you, kicking the door close behind him. You could taste the beer he consumed on his lips and his breath, yet you could also smell his cologne wafting around you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You pushed him off before it could go any further.

“I never should’ve let you go,” he said, moving forward to kiss you again. This time, you dodged him.

“Stop. You’re drunk,” you said, holding up a hand to keep him at a distance.

Jake sighed exasperatedly, he took a seat on your bed and buried his head in his hands. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, his voice somewhat muffled by his own hand.

You sat on the desk across from him, and rolled your eyes a little. You already knew he was going to say that; it was his routine with you. And the thing is, you felt as if you should count yourself lucky because he doesn’t just say it to anyone, not even the people he hurt. Even with you, sometimes it felt as though he was just saying it to appease you.

He looked up in time to see your expression and said, “I mean it. I am sorry.”

“For what?” You asked, wanting to see if he actually meant it.

“Everything,” Jake began. “The way I treated you; the way I always took you for granted...” he trailed off, staring blankly at your feet as if trying to figure out how to phrase the next sentence. “For hurting you over and over again.”

“Did you hit your head on the canopy during training today?” You asked.

He tried to chuckle, but instead it just turned into a small smile. “Why do you put up with me, (Y/N)?” He asked.

“Because I can see that I’m the last one who would,” you answered, not really thinking much about your answer. Jake didn’t reply, instead he kept looking at you, wanting a serious answer.

“Because despite everything that has happened, you’re the only person who has known me longer than anyone else. I’d like to think you’d have my back too,” you shrugged. Your statement wasn’t a complete lie, but you had only scratched the surface with it.

“Of course I got your back,” he said to you. “What else?”

“What do you mean?”

“No one would be patient enough to put up with the shit I put you through,” he shook his head. “I broke your heart once. Heck, I ran away to Afghanistan and Iraq just to get away from how guilty I felt about all of it. And then we met again after all those years, and yet you treated me like...normal,” Jake explained his confusion. “I honestly thought you would go ballistic on me.”

You smiled a little, remembering the first days of TOPGUN when you entered The Hard Deck and saw him at the pool table; you felt your heart plunge to your stomach. It had been years since you saw him last, and now you were both the 1% of naval aviators good enough to be admitted into the program. You were going to have to compete against him, yet you don’t even know how to behave around him. But seeing him that first day, you realized, you had put the whole thing behind you; it’s just that you were not sure if your feelings for him are completely gone yet.

“Is that why you were such an ass to me back then? Defense mechanism?” You asked, remembering how he used to tease you, constantly getting on your nerves, and of course after the initial annoying stage passed, the thing with your best friend.

Jake chuckled and rubbed his head. “I did love you, you know. I just...I didn’t know how to handle it,” he said.

Did. For some reason that little detail hurt you more than it should.

“I know,” you said, looking down at your feet.

“(Y/N), I-” Jake said, standing up.

“Don’t, Jake,” you shook your head, subconsciously your hands hugged your body as if to protect yourself from what you know is coming. “I don’t want to go through this again. I don’t know if I can take it anymore,” you said.

In your small room, it only took him two steps to get to where you are. He slipped a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “Give me another chance,” he spoke low.

“We are never going to work if you’re just going to end up pushing me away, Jake. You are so scared of commitment that you don’t even realize you’re doing it,” you told him.

“If there’s one thing I’m bad at, it’s definitely that,” he admitted with a chuckle, a rare occurrence.

“Yeah, no shit,” you laughed.

“(Y/N), please,” he looked into your eyes.

You reached up and brushed his hair, your thumb brushing his face and he leaned against your hand. You wondered if this was the alcohol talking and you couldn’t risk your future heartbreaks on a couple of beers, some sweet talk, and the feeling of his hands on your waist.

“How about you sober up first and we’ll talk later,” you said. “Go to bed, Jake,”

He took your hand and placed it on his cheek. “I miss you calling me ‘Jakey’,” he said, turning his head and kissing your open palm.

You smiled; you missed that gesture too. Somehow he was the only person to be able to make that gesture feel so special, but you know you had to let go. So you left a last stroke on his face and pulled away.

You opened the door for him. “Goodnight, Jake.”

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sappymix1 · 3 months

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anything related to dnfbaby please... can be them thinking or talking about baby or having a baby or helping baby with their homework or babysitting someone else's baby prompts baby fever please.

hi bea sorry i took so long 😭😭 1.2k words of dnf baby i hope you like it i love you 🫶🫶🫶🫶

George cried the first time he saw June in her crib.

It was painfully sudden, tears streaming down his unshaven cheeks as he choked on a sob, and June, oblivious to everything, just slept on, one arm curled up over her head as her legs scrunched towards her body.

“Hey,” Dream was, unsurprisingly, on him in a second, losing the sleepy haze that had filled his eyes as he held June in favour of purple tinted concern nearly overflowing. “Baby. What’s wrong?”

The way Dream always talked to him – where he was calling him baby or honey or George but in a tone that made it sound better than any sweet name – made George cry harder. The definitive break, making just what Dream called him a full sentence that said a million different kind words. I love you or whatever.

George didn’t answer Dream’s question, just let himself find the easy comfort of his broad chest and gentle touch. He buried his face into Dream’s rumpled shirt, right by his heart, and Dream’s hand immediately came up to hold his back.

“Does something hurt?” Dream asked, and his voice was careful, but George could hear the concern in it and he knew that the doctor’s words – cautious, rest, limited motion – were running through his head as George cried his eyes out into his shoulder. Dream probably thought that he was, like, dying, and George felt a rare rush of guilt for not having resolved the matter as soon as possible.

“No, I –” He didn’t know how to explain what was happening, so he grasped for the easy answer. “I don’t hurt. Sorry.”

Dream scoffed, but it was more delicate than his normal one. A lot of things had become more delicate and smaller in the last few days. George thought that this one was probably for his benefit just as much as it was June’s. “Why are you apologizing like I’m going to be disappointed that my husband – who literally had a baby within the last week – isn’t in pain? You never apologize, anyway.”

“I just didn’t know what else to say,” George said, and Dream pulled back slightly so that he could press his hands to George’s cheeks, reaching up to brush the tear streaked skin under his eyes with his thumbs. George’s eyelashes automatically fluttered at the gentle pressure on the thin skin there. He knew that he had dark bags bruising the skin there, just like Dream, the obvious mark of new parents that Dream had swore six months earlier that they would never get because their baby would just be so based and goated. June was based and goated, to be clear, but it turned out that even that wasn’t enough to prevent both of them from being exhausted already their first night home from the hospital.

Maybe that was part of what brought out the tears. Just, like, exhaustion. That, and — “she’s just so little,” he said, and his voice was still a little bit shaky. “Like, I don’t know, she didn’t seem so tiny until we brought her home.”

Saying home now had the same surreal, floaty feeling attached to it that it had back when George was the new one, when he had first passed through the front door and tracked dirt from the uneven driveway all over the floor in his rush to find Patches. It was home to Dream and Sapnap and Patches, and then to him, and then to Milo and Naomi, and now June too. She would learn to crawl and walk and run surrounded by green painted walls and they would never again have the reverence to her that they had once had for George, because they would have been hers for as long as her dark brown eyes could take them in. But for now, it was new and she would learn them just as they would learn her, both being forever changed. When George, now, thought of home, there would be bottles lined up along the sink and rattles and blankets on the floor.

“I know,” Dream said, and he wiped one last tear from George’s cheek but left his hand to brush through his hair. It had been quick, but he had already found that he had run out of anything to cry. Further evidence of his suspicion that he was just exhausted and overwhelmed and the sight of June in her crib – the crib that Dream had built for her on a rainy Tuesday afternoon while George directed from the chair that Dream had insisted that he sat in despite George literally being fine to stand – had been enough to bring everything that he had been pushing down to the surface. Besides, Dream had already cried so much at the hospital when he first got to hold her. Really, George deserved more recognition for holding it together for so long. “She got your genes, I guess. Tiny little guy DNA.”

George made a face. “What?” But he moved ever so slightly to rest his head on Dream’s shoulder, and Dream carefully circled his arm around his waist as both of them watched June sleep, curled up and comfy in her new cradle. Her big eyes – Dream’s eyes, really, despite being George’s in color – were scrunched shut and George could see the slight rise and fall as she breathed steady in and out.

“I think she looks like you,” he told Dream, looking up. “Her nose, and her eyes. They look like yours.”

Dream hummed, and George wasn’t sure if it was supposed to be an answer or just one of the little melodies that sometimes clung to his lips. “I think she looks like you.”

“What?” George could feel his voice a tiny bit lounder, and June sighed. Both of them were quiet, bracing for her to wake up, but she just moved slightly before settling back down. Her eyes never even opened. “She doesn’t, like, at all.” His voice was softer, this time.

“She has your eye color,” Dream said, like that wasn’t the most basic answer imaginable.

“Loads of people have brown eyes.”

“Yeah, but not yours.” Dream was still being gentle, and George knew it was because he was still afraid of accidentally hurting him, but his arms around his waist tightened ever so slightly as Dream leaned closer. “When she opened her eyes the first time, when she just looked at me, it was like being looked at by you the first time. It felt like I was looking at someone I’d known for years.”

George wiggled ever so slightly, and he could feel his face flushing pink. He felt…happy. Loved. So much of it was just love. “She can look like both of us,” he compromised, and he could feel Dream just shrug against his back, accepting it immediately.

“Makes sense. She’s our baby.”

George couldn’t help it. He smiled, so wide, leaning back into Dream’s arm as his chest erupted in yellow. Our baby. Home. “Yeah. she is.” He said, and he reached up to wipe one last tear away with the back of his hand before leaning down to press a goodnight kiss to June’s forehead. When he stood back up, her tiny mouth had curled up into a smile, even as she slept peacefully.

#i’m posting this from my phone so if anything weird happened formatting wise. well #oh i hope this is okay i lost track of what i was doing like five times 😭😭#sappy.ao3 #asks #bea tag

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