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A smorgasbord of wenclair and Wednesday doodles!
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Sunshine | Jake 'Hangman' Seresin
(I love this gif so much I'm not even joking)
Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Wife!reader
Word count: 1010
Warnings: nothing! Pure, lovely fluff.
This was requested by @bookaholics-stuff. Thank you, honey! This was such a cute request and I just had to write it NOW. Hope you like it!
FOREVER TGM TAGLIST: @tayrae515 @alexxavicry @xoxabs88xox @mercurio23 @shrimping-for-all @abaker74
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Mrs. Seresin was the only thing Jake didn't brag about. Don't get me wrong, it's not because he is not proud of you. Quite the opposite.
He's so damn happy to have you in his life that he wants to treasure you. Keep you to himself.
And there hasn't been a lot of time to talk about each other's lives during this mission. Phoenix wants to fix this matter, actually, suggesting all the members that a day at the beach could be a good opportunity to get to know each other.
Unbeknownst to you, Jake had agreed to meet with the rest this Saturday, have something to drink at the Hard Deck, play some Dogfight football… Just a bunch of friends spending a normal day at the beach without having to worry about the safety of the planet. But that plan is thrown out the window when you, Y/n Seresin, the love of Jake’s life, ring the bell of Jake and Javy’s shared house.
“Sunshine? Oh my god, what are you doing here?” Jake says, while hugging you tightly. It has only been a few weeks since the last time he saw you, but it feels like a lifetime away from you.
“Heard that my handsome hubby had chalked up another kill, saved the day and also the famous Maverick. I had to come here and celebrate!” you explain, covering his face with kisses, Jake scrunching his nose due to the pure happiness of the moment.
“Stop, you’re gonna make me blush, Mrs. Seresin”
“Where’s Javy?” you ask, entering the house and leaving your small suitcase in the bedroom.
“I don’t know, he said he was gonna meet Mickey and Reuben to buy something. Don’t ask me why because I can’t remember” he confesses, laughing.
“Oh my, Jake Seresin, aren't you a bit young to be forgetting things?” you joke as you lay down on the bed, tired from the flight from Austin. You had been staying with your sister-in-law and her two kids for a few days, not wanting to be alone when you found out how dangerous this mission was going to be.
“It’s your fault. Do I have to remind you how I forgot my own name when I first saw you?” he recalls, sitting in the bed next to you, his hand quickly moving to your hair, and moving some strands out of your face. “You still have that effect on me, Sunshine”
You smile, satisfaction running through your body as you realize that no matter how much time passes, Jake will always be completely and utterly in love with you. “I saw the beach while in the taxi. This place is amazing, Jake. And you are definitely sunbathing without me, huh? Look at that golden skin” you poke his cheek, making him giggle like a teenager.
Everyone saw Hangman, the aviator.
But only you were able to see Jake, the loving husband.
“Want me to take you to the beach, sunshine? We can take a bath and go for a walk.” he offers, kissing your forehead.
“I’d love to”
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“Is that woman talking to Hangman?” Phoenix questions out loud while leaving the cooler that Mickey, Reuben and Javy had bought earlier to fill with drinks, in the sand.
“Maybe he is talking to the poor woman,” Fanboy suggests, moving his sunglasses down his nose to try and understand the whole situation. “Should we go rescue her?”
“She doesn’t seem uncomfortable, though” Payback adds, the whole squad standing there like a bunch of sentinels, ready to jump into action if the lady needed to be liberated from the blonde cowboy.
Seconds later, Hangman is throwing the poor girl over his shoulder and walking straight to the water. “Oh god, he’s gonna get smacked,” Bob laughs, opening his blue folding chair and sitting down to enjoy the show.
“JAKE SERESIN PUT ME DOWN” you yell, trying to leave your husband’s arms, only to be thrown in the water. You stand up, your sundress now completely stuck to your body. Thank god you are wearing your swimsuit underneath. “If I didn’t vow to love you for the rest of my life I would kill you”
“Did she say ‘vow’ as in ‘wedding vow’?" Rooster asks, looking at the rest of his team. “Man, I don’t understand anything”
Javy, who had been trying to get the beach umbrella from the trunk after it got stuck, walks happily to the rest, wondering why the heck are they standing there like… well, idiots. “Guys what are you- Y/N SERESIN?”
“JAVY!” the woman, who now everyone knows it’s a Seresin, runs to Javy, almost tackling him to the ground. "I'm so glad you're okay"
"What are you guys doing here?" Questions Hangman to the group, joining his wife and his best friend.
"Dude, beach day. We told you" Fanboy looks at Hangman, wondering if the pilot really had forgotten about it or was just messing with them.
"Excuse my husband, he's having trouble remembering things lately" you tease him, earning a glare from Jake.
"Husband" mutters Bob.
"Husband?" asks Phoenix.
"Husband!" confirms Javy.
"I'm Y/N. We've been married for three years now. And no, I wasn't forced to marry him, Rooster. I know you were about to say that" you say to Bradley, leaving him shocked.
"I was gonna ask that, yes. How did you know? And how did you know I was Rooster"
"Oh, cause I'm good, Rooster. I'm really good" you retort, making Jake laugh.
"Oh no, there's two of them. We're doomed" Bob says, sitting down again.
"I'm guessing Javy was the best-man?" Javy nods at Phoenix, answering her question. "Well, Mrs. Seresin, would you like to play some Dogfight football with us?"
"I don't even know what's that but teach me, and I will play" you say, taking off the sundress and stealing Jake's sunglasses from him.
He looks at you, wondering what had he done in a past life to be this lucky. Good job, good friends, and the perfect wife. His own personal sunshine.
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can you make a Alanna Kennedy fic ?
𝙬𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙞𝙩 - 𝙖.𝙠𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙𝙮
warnings: none
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it was that time of the year again.
while most would think of christmas, as a footballer, your first thought is national team call ups.
i wasn’t old by any means, only 21 years old, but i still hadn’t had my first cap.
most of my teammates at manchester knew, especially alanna. both of us were australian, the only difference being that she’d been playing for the matilda’s years longer than i had.
it was a training day today, an early start so i was driving down to my favourite coffee shop before reaching the fields.
“yn!!”
i heard a familiar voice shout after i’d hopped out of my car in the parking lot.
“lani!!”
i knew it was the blonde waiting for me at the entrance, just like she did every morning.
we walked in together, joining the rest of the girls before the coaches called us all out onto the pitch to start training. it was a solid session today, most of the team sweating profusely at the end. gareth had us running drills for at least two hours before we had another hour rest then back in the gym for weights.
finally we were finished and all the girls walked out, so ready to head home. i was walking to my car when alanna sauntered up behind me and jumped into my car with me.
“lani why are you in my car? you have your own car and house.”
i laughed at her antics but she simply grinned at me.
“well, my dear yn. i don’t have my car here today, mary drove me in. and i want to go to your house, it has a cat.”
i should’ve known she wanted to come to see marley. i’d adopted her a year ago when i signed for city and moved to england to play. alanna was the first person i met and had helped me move into my apartment.
marley had taken an instant liking to the tall blonde defender, which had surprised me and alanna. she usually wasn’t keen on people and lani was usually a dog person.
but every time she got the chance lani would tag along to see marley, never missing the chance to see her favourite feline. and she brought cat treats with her.
when we reached my place, marley was right there waiting at the door when we got in. alanna reached down to pick her up, cradling the purring cat to her chest. i laughed at the two, they were the cutest thing i had to get a picture.
the three of us spent that afternoon and evening doing some cleaning, cooking some dinner and watching netflix. and by we i mean me, while the other two sat on the couch and waited for me to finish so they could watch the netflix too.
it was roughly 07:00 pm when my phone rang. i answered, not thinking much of it.
“yn? this is tony gustavsson. how are you?”
i froze for a second, my brain not believing what my ears were hearing.
“yea hi tony i’m good, what can i do for you?”
“well, as you know it’s almost international break, and i’ve yet to select the team for the matilda’s. i would like to personally offer you a place on the squad.”
i sat in silence for a solid minute before i remembered i had to respond.
“you’re joking.”
“i can assure you i’m not.”
tony could tell i was astounded, laughing at how unbelieving i was.
“you want me to play for the matilda’s?”
“yes.”
“oh my god. thankyou.”
“thankyou, yn. i’ll let that sink in for you. have a good night.”
he hung up the call, thank goodness, because i was stunned into a statue. alanna had been comfortably sitting on the couch with marley the whole time when she noticed how shocked i was.
“are you okay?”
i nodded, just needing a bit longer to process things.
“i got the call up.”
alanna snapped her head up.
“no. please don’t tell me you’re joking.”
“i’m not joking. tony just called me.”
it was then that we both broke into squeals and laughter. i was so excited and ecstatic, i couldn’t believe i was getting my first ever national team call up.
“you did it.”
“we did it, lani.
couldn’t have done it without you.”
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for the love of ... bob? - jake seresin x reader (1/2)
Summary: Being Jake's (best) friend - sorry, Javy - proved to have its ups and downs but there was something about having him in your corner you couldn't resist. Jake and you just clicked on a deeper level. That's why you didn't get it when the Southern boy was acting so weird.-
Word count: 3.6k
Warnings: Language, Jake being an idiot (what else is new?), Jealous! + Soft!Jake, fluff
Author’s note: Just something fun I wanted to write. I kinda hate myself for not writing for Bradley first, since I love the guy. You know, Jake's fics I love to read, yet I couldn't stand him while watching Maverick. Go figure.
I haven't watched the film enough to distinguish the traits of the characters, so I can't guarantee for accuracy for the side characters. I can only include a handful of people - that's why I don't have people like Reuben in there since their character traits aren't included in the fandom page.
Tagging: @mellowstatesmanhandsempath @ravenmoore14 @blackmagicwoman @silenthappyplace @mrsevans90 @dempy @yourgirlypop (blank blogs can't be tagged)
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“So, tell us all the details. Preferably, the humiliating kind,” Natasha asked with a curious air.
You smiled. “What about?”
“Hangman, of course.”
The Dagger Squad was the perfect company to be around, you decided. Jake, your childhood best friend, who you haven’t seen in years, offered The Hard Deck as the place for you to wait until he arrived. Video calls didn’t hold up to the real thing. Especially, with you two being very busy people and you finally getting out of New York to spend some quality time together.
“I need to get the embarrassing goods, at least before Hangman shows up. I mean, we have the perfect person to interrogate. In the rare instances, when he talks about something other than himself, Hangman keeps mentioning you,” she mused.
“Nat-” Bob interjected, who was sitting next to her in a booth while the rest of their squad were scattered in the bar.
Natasha turned her head. “Aren’t you a little bit curious about the depraved mind of Jake Seresin?”
“Not really.”
You snorted at their torn convictions when Mickey and Javy arrived at their table with bottles of beer.
“What did we miss?” Javy asked.
Natasha’s stubborn gaze didn’t stray from yours for many seconds. “I’m trying to crack Y/N.” Her eyes met Javy’s over her shoulder. “Tell Rooster he needs to stall him until I get to the good bits.”
You looked around speculatively. “Is this some sort of initiation or baptism by fire Jake should’ve warned me about?”
Javy offered a small reprieve. “Don’t mind her. She just wants to pick your brain. How long are you going to stay?”
“About a week. Enough time for Jake to show me around San Diego.”
Mickey took a gulp from his drink. “Good luck with that.”
Warm breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine when someone whispered into your ear, “Did I just hear my name?”
Your body jolted at hearing the unexpected voice. “Oh my God.” You turned and found a cheeky Jake standing behind you. “You little f- Don’t startle me like that!” Clambering out of the booth, you jumped into his arms, while giggling from the shock. “Hey, you,” you said, holding on tightly.
“Hey, yourself. Someone’s gotta keep you on your toes, darlin’.”
“You’re such a jerk,” you whispered into his neck.
Jake swayed you lightly. “You love when I’m a jerk.”
Leaning back, you pressed your fingers an inch apart. “Just a tad.” You hesitated. “Like about 10%.”
Jake rolled his eyes. “Oh please. Talk about 75%. It’s part of my charm,” he murmured, stroking your lower back.
“Is this what you tell everyone here?” You teased, pointing to his colleagues behind you.
Javy’s scoff was joined by the others.
You looked back to see their reactions. “You know, I’m starting to really like your group of friends.” While turning back, you narrowed your eyes when you saw Jake glowering at the Dagger Squad before his expression turned into an innocent one.
“I’m starting to question your taste in people,” he said.
Someone snickered next to him. “That’s funny, … Hangman.”
Realizing that another person joined their company, you turned towards the man who looked vaguely familiar from the pictures Jake had sent you. Not to mention, you remembered Natasha’s remark from earlier that Jake would show up with someone else.
“Rooster, right?” You stepped away from Jake’s embrace and shook Bradley’s hand in greeting. Jake merely sighed and crossed his arms.
“Bradley’s fine.” He faced the rest of the group. “By the way, am I the only one that felt really awkward just standing here, watching those two?”
Mumbles echoed all around. “No, you’re not.” Still slightly by the display of the too-long-hug.
A sigh left Jake, who placed an arm around your shoulder. “Don’t listen to the others. And the words of the chicken shouldn’t be trusted. I hope those knuckleheads treated you right.”
You shrugged. “It was fun. I was this close to reveal your darkest secrets for a slice of a good ol’ fashioned apple pie made by … Phoenix, was it?”
“There’ll be no revealing. And no pie,” Jake interjected before pointing at Natasha. “You’ve already been in the company of Phoenix and the goon squad for less than an hour and Nat already found out your weakness for sweets,” he whispered against your neck. “At least you didn’t have to be subjected to the likes of Rooster here.” A shiver coursed through his body. “I shudder at the thought of you having to listen to him at first. He’ll probably want to talk about his caterpillar of a moustache.”
A languid smirk drew on Bradley’s lips as he stroked his mentioned facial hair. “Very funny. You jealous?”
You tilted your head at their teasing. “You have some weird fixation on Bradley’s facial hair. Didn’t you talk on the phone about-”
Abruptly, Jake took you by the hand and dragged you to the bar counter. “Let’s get some food into you. Your blood sugar’s getting awfully low. Someone’s getting tired already.”
“You’re being such a grump, Jake.”
Jake leaned against the counter. “I’m not. I’m just making sure you’re getting some nachos into you, darlin’.”
“You need to be nicer. We both know you’re more of a sweetheart than this.”
He rolled his eyes. “I have a reputation to uphold. And don’t let yourself be bribed by the others.” Jake turned to Penny. “A basket of nachos for this one, Penny?” You rolled your eyes at seeing Jake point at the top of your head.
There was something about Penny’s playful glance that warmed you upon first meeting. The woman nudged her head at Jake. “Be careful with this one.”
With mischief in your eyes, you stole a glance at him. “I know. This one … has been trouble for as long as I can remember.”
“Hey!” Jake uttered in mock outrage before he did introductions. “Penny, that’s Y/N. She’s my friend,” he said, placing his hand on your back.
“And here I thought I was your best friend.”
Jake hushed any further confessions, whispering, “But don’t tell Javy.”
You turned to Penny with a smile. “See? He’s such a big softie.”
Penny smirked. “I’m starting to. Where are you from?”
“Moved around a lot as a kid. Dad’s an Air Force pilot.” You waved towards him. “We grew up together in Texas. But I live in New York.”
Penny’s eyes lit up at the mention. “I’ll get you some cheese dip.”
“Thanks.”
Jake watched Penny wander off with a speculative gaze. “Someone’s making friends quickly.”
“It’s okay. I’ll teach you my ways,” you said only half-teasingly and stroked Jake’s arm. Your hand lingered on his muscles. Wait, were they flexing? “Woah, what happened to your arm, dude?”
Jake’s voice turned concerned. “Why? What’s wrong?”
There was something akin to awe in your voice. “Your bicep feels like it’s going to rip through your shirt.”
His shoulders were shaking when he chuckled. There was something about Jake turning his head to hide his blushing cheeks that stunned you even to this day. “You’re such a smartass.”
“I’m serious. Someone’s really working out, huh?” You mumbled to yourself, “This could make a girl feel weak in the knees.”
“Okay, you need food,” Jake said with a resolute mindset, before calling over your shoulder, “Thanks, Penny.”
He pushed the basket towards your elbow. “Get some chips into you.” Jake just watched you munch on your crispy snack. “Speaking of food, you want to join me and the group to some Barbecue this weekend?”
You barely lifted your head. “Barbecue? Special occasion?”
“Rooster’s uncle Maverick is celebrating his birthday-”
“Woah, hold your horses, Jake.”
You raised your hands. Either to stop Jake from continuing or to restart your own brain. “Come again? Maverick?” Your hands hovered over your mouth, as you mumbled, “You’re inviting me to Maverick’s birthday barbecue party? I don’t feel prepared for this.”
Jake groaned. “Oh great, I forgot your dad is such a Maverick fanboy. Of course.” He closed his eyes in a mixture of misery and defeat.
“Jake,” you breathed in deeply and covered his shoulders with your hands, mindful of not dropping nacho dust on his shirt. “Jake,” you began again, “I’ve never told you this, but this is the first time when I realized how absolutely invaluable you are to me as a best friend.”
“I’m seriously regretting telling you this.”
You nibbled on your lip. “I think I scared Jake off with my … how do I say it … domineering admiration for Maverick. I’m getting the feeling he’s embarrassed of me. You have no idea how quickly he dashed the moment we arrived here.”
Natasha appeared nonchalant at your worries while she took a bite from her noodle salad on her paper plate. “Not possible. I’ve only met you yesterday and can affirm that man couldn’t be closer to you. Hangman was probably held up by something. Or he’s just elevating his testosterone level with Rooster again. You met the birthday kid already?”
“Nope.” At the mention, your hands tightened around the food container.
A soothing smile tugged on Natasha’s lips. “Deep breaths. You can’t miss him.” She pointed outside to the backyard. “He’s the guy at the grill, in the sunglasses and Hawaiian shirt. If he has a mustache, you’ve gone too far.”
“Got it.” You exhaled quietly and reminded yourself under your breath, “No mustache, Hawaiian shirt.”
“You’ll survive, don’t worry.” Natasha looked behind her. “Rooster, take her with you. She wants to meet the birthday man in question.”
“Sure.” Bradley stepped forward and offered his arm.
Your body acted on pure instinct.
“Holding my hand, alright, that’s fine.”
You only mouthed in gratitude, “Thank you.”
They walked a few steps onto the lawn when Bradley looked around. “Where’s your boyfriend?”
“Nat told me he was probably wrestling in the mud with you to assert his dominance.” You cleared your throat when you realized something. “And not my boyfriend.”
“Whatever you say. Just making sure where you two stand if he sees us standing together, holding hands.”
“Jake Seresin is not my dad,” you said absentmindedly when a dark-haired man caught your eye. Your throat felt dry. “Is that him?”
“As everyone keeps telling me.” Bradley approached the man standing behind the grill. “I found someone who wants to send their birthday wishes, Mav.”
Maverick revealed a crooked smirk. “Is that so?” You could feel his curious gaze through his sunglasses. “You’re a new face.”
“Um, yeah. I’m Jake’s friend.”
“Hangman has friends?”
“I know it’s a first for everybody,” you admitted. Knowing that Bradley and Jake were at least on speaking terms, and with Jake inviting you to Maverick’s barbecue party, you elaborated, “He needs some time to let people get close.”
Bradley gasped. “You don’t say.”
You focused on Maverick. “A few days ago, Jake invited me to your birthday. Hope that’s okay. I brought you peach cobbler as a present.”
At the mention, Bradley’s head whipped around. “Jesus, why didn’t you just go with that?”
Maverick moved his glasses until they laid atop his head and his eyes were uncovered. “You had me at cobbler.” He rubbed his hands against his jeans. “Bradley, you mind taking over the grill for a bit?”
“Fine. Get me a beer along the way?”
“Sure.” Maverick faced you again when he led you towards the table filled with food. “I didn’t catch your name?”
Just being in Maverick’s company felt surreal. You tried to restrain yourself from appearing too much like a crazy person.
“Um, Y/N … L/N. You’re Maverick?” Nervously, you stroked a curl of hair behind your ear. Even saying that name while standing right in front of him felt out of this world.
“Pete’s just fine.” His expression turned inquisitive. “Did Hangman tell you stories or did I miss something?”
You swallowed thickly. “My dad’s a big fan of yours. He’s a pilot in the Air Force. Told me stories ever since I was a kid. Your flight maneuvers have been legendary.”
He smiled at the devotion in your voice. “Still are.” You adored that playful glint in his eyes still shining through.
“Definitely. You probably get this all the time.”
“Want a beer?” After seeing you nod, he gave you a bottle. “Sometimes. Although, that kind of reverie I’m not used to.”
To calm your nerves, you downed some alcohol. “Really? Okay, I’ll try to control myself. However, Iceman’s skills were far-” Your eyes widened at your blabbing mouth before you covered it. “I’m sorry, too much liquid courage.”
Pete—even thinking that name felt strange—released guffaws of laughter at your gaffe. “Hey, it’s still my birthday!”
“I know, I’m sorry. Happy birthday, Ma-Pete.”
~ Jake POV ~
“Hey, Hangboy, I need to have a word with you,” Jake heard Natasha’s hard voice a few feet away from them as he hung out with the boys. Despite that, the concept of strength in numbers didn’t make him feel safe, judging by her vehemence.
He swallowed at the dark glare in Nat’s eyes. “Vernacular?”
Natasha didn’t appreciate the humor and crossed her arms, letting uncomfortable silence fester around them.
Jake pressed his lips together. “Bad timing?”
“Someone ever say you’re a bad friend?”
Without hesitation, he replied dryly, “You. Every morning when I show up to work.”
“I had to send Bradley in Y/N’s direction because she was nervous about meeting Maverick.”
He groaned at the thought, throwing his head back. “Oh, poor Y/N. Being forced onto the company of that dull-stache? Sounds horrible.” Jake checked his surroundings, hoping to pick them up.
There was something about Natasha’s innocent eyes, with murder in her eyes, that unsettled him deeply.
“You make me want to punch you in the gut. And you know I grew up with brothers. I know how to make it look like an accident.”
Jake dropped the drink he was holding on a nearby table. “I have a plan.”
Natasha tilted her head in fascination. “Wow, your brain can actually do that? Could’ve fooled me. What does that even look like?”
He drew nearer at the sound of her challenge. “It’s called giving each other space. Did I miss something or why are you so gung-ho when it comes to Y/N? Do we need to have a talk?”
“Five minutes in her company and I already know how she’s too good for you.”
Something bitter settled in his stomach at the mere mention. As if he didn’t already know. He smiled tensely. “Thanks for the reminder, Phoenix. Do I need to save her from Rooster?”
Natasha waved a hand. “Not to worry. Y/N is having fun with Bob.”
His mind went blank, trying to process her words. Jake pursed his lips, feeling confused. “Wait—w—why—what are you saying? Bob? Bob with the glasses? Or is there another Bob I should know?”
Natasha hummed, analyzing his reaction. She chose to unnerve him further by chuckling maniacally. “Cake stand. Have fun.” And with that she left.
Jake whipped his head around and narrowed his eyes. The food area instantly caught his eye. Y/N stood with Bob and was laughing uproariously. It felt X-Files-strange to watch that anomaly. Y/N arched her back and patted Bob’s shoulder, with a plate of cake slice in her hand.
Feeling perturbed by the macabre reality, Jake imagined Y/N being into Bob of all people. He frowned at that scenario, whispering, “Bob?”
~ Y/N POV ~
You held your stomach. Your cheeks were hurting from uncontrollable laughter, as you were trying to breathe. “Oh my God, Bob, that’s so-”
Jake inched closer with a small smile on his face. “What’s so funny?” He draped his arm over Y/N’s shoulder and reached for her dessert plate, either so she wouldn’t drop it or to have a taste himself. Without looking at him, you placed it into his hands.
You took a deep breath to calm yourself. “Why didn’t you tell me that Bob is so funny?”
Jake swallowed before coughing. “You learn something new every day. Still waters, huh?”
Bob smiled awkwardly.
Upon seeing his reaction, you spoke up, “I always hated that saying. Bob’s an absolute sweetheart.” To reinforce your point to him, you rubbed Bob’s shoulder.
Bob adjusted his glasses while blushing. “I try my best, ma’am.”
“Bob!” You chuckled in mock outrage, swatting lightly against his chest.
He nodded with a small smile. “Yes, Y/N, affirmative.”
“We’re getting to know each other. I just found out that Bob’s from Montana and his momma used to be a Grizzlies mascot. Personally, I’m more of a Saints girl, but to each their own.”
Jake groaned, with his mouth full. “I’m eating here,” he muttered indignantly. Jake swallowed his food. “What did I ever do to you? The last time we did this, we had the Cowboys/Saints-gate.”
You leaned your head back against Jake’s chest, patting his cheek consolingly. “He’s such a big baby.”
Bob pressed his lips together. “Uh, I think I hear my name. I need to say hello to Maverick real quick.”
You reached out with your arm. “Oh, do put your feelers out if the birthday guy is still fine with me after I was blabbing my mouth about g-loc and Iceman’s record stats.”
“He’s probably fine.”
“But still!” You called out against his back as he left.
It was turning out to be a quiet evening, you realized, rubbing your feet.
Jake stepped into the living room, drying his moist hair with a towel. He leaned his shoulder against the doorway, watching you. “Would you look at that.”
You were transfixed on the film playing on Jake’s TV while you snuggled deeper under the towel on the couch. “What’s up?”
Jake decided to join you on the couch and put your feet on his lap. He spread his legs comfortably. Unconsciously, warming your heels. “You know, feels like old times. You sitting on my couch, taking all the blankets.”
You covered your eyes, with a groan, and leaned your head back. “You make me sound like a mooch. I offered to go to a hotel.”
“Hey, that’s not what I meant.” Jake chuckled. You felt the warmth of his hand when he reached for yours. Before you could blink, Jake stared deeply into your eyes and interlaced your fingers together. With a smile, he whispered, “I missed this. Feels like old times.”
With blushing cheeks, you felt your skin tingling at sitting so close to him. It was moments like these that made you question the nature of your friendship. You swallowed at seeing Jake’s sage-green eyes sparkle. His soft smile was making it hard to breathe.
You whispered, “Me too.”
“You know what else I miss? And what I can’t stop thinking about?”
You swallowed thickly, licking your lips. Feeling uncertain by his thought process, you slowly asked, “Which is what?”
Jake inched closer. “How I used to do this.” He tilted his head, rubbing his wet hair into the crook of your neck.
“You jerk!” You giggled from his attack. It made him seem more like a dog than a human when he was content in brushing his wet hair against your skin.
He grumbled lowly, as his warm breath puffed against your skin. “But this feels really nice. I could stay like this forever,” he said with a hum.
Your phone emitted a notification sound. “You’re an idiot.” Slapping against his forehead to push him away, deep chuckles followed you while your focus switched to your phone.
“You hungry? I could whip up some chicken teriyaki for us? I think I got some sauce in the cabinet. I know how much you love your teriyaki.” He groaned while standing up.
Giggles left your mouth when you read the incoming messages.
Jake turned his head. “Your girlfriends miss you already?”
You bit your lip. “No, it’s Bob just being sweet.”
Blinking slowly, Jake tried to process the words you just uttered. He cleared his throat. Jake’s voice turned slightly high-pitched. “Come again?” He coughed, placing his hands on his waist. “Are we talking about the same Bob? Bob Bob?”
You hummed in agreement without looking up.
He mumbled, “Didn’t know you guys already exchanged numbers. That’s quick, … right?”
With a curious gaze, you looked up. “What do you mean?”
Jake paused. “What do you mean?” He licked his lips, backtracking a bit. “With, you know, Bob … being a total sweetheart.”
You smiled fondly at the memory of the barbecue. “Well, he is. I really loved talking to him.”
With grumbling breaths, Jake puffed his chest. “Really?”
You shrugged your shoulders. “Yep, it was fun.”
“As you keep mentioning,” Jake murmured.
“I did some thinking,” you spoke, “and I was wondering, how would you feel about doing karaoke night with your squad?”
At first, Jake had a look of appreciation which took a turn to disappointment. “But karaoke night is our thing,” he said, pointing between them.
“I know, but this could be like a bonding thing. You’d get to know them, I’d get to know them and we could have fun together. Win-win!”
He sighed deeply, letting his shoulders drop. “You’re far too invested in this.”
“I don’t want them to remember me as the friend who didn’t want to bother with them.”
Jake’s voice turned into a soothing murmur. “They wouldn’t dare think that.”
With a whisper, you enunciated, “Not if we do karaoke night. It’s going to be fun, I promise.”
#watchtowerindistress#steph writes#jake seresin x reader#jake seresin x you#jake seresin x y/n#for the love of bob#jake seresin x fem!reader#jake seresin fic#jake seresin fanfiction#jake hangman seresin#top gun maverick fic#hangman x reader
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a Magical Girl and the justice league 1 (platonic)
Part 1 part 2 part 3
Tagged: @harpy-space @mxtokko @viviyene
I shall make a part 2 sometime for the other members is just cause this already took me long enough lol
Also I’ll probably make one but for the light
It’s about a month after your initial adoption by Bruce that he knocks at your door one day
After you welcome him in your now adoptive father pokes his head in, a once empty storage room now full of personality and life
It makes him smile, especially as you you breathed a new sense of life not only here but also across the manor
As it turns out Superman, has practically been begging Bruce to bring you to the next Justice league meeting
And while Bruce wasn’t demanding you to go, he asked if you’d join (only if you were comfortable with it though) in the next few days
Safe to say you didn’t hesitate to say yes
Like fuck yeah your going, your not missing the opportunity to meet Wonder Woman…oh and the other ones
(Across the world several hero’s felt a chill go down their spine yet didn’t know why)
Each day you get more excited, your practically buzzing with excitement throughout the day and into the night
It gets to the pint that everyone kinda notices especially since your usually kinda stoic in the sense you control your emotions
It truly makes you seem like your age for once, bustling with energy and having a bright smile that makes your cheeks hurt after awhile
When he does take you (the others tried to convince him to let them come along he denied them) your extremely ecstatic
Your hand is slipped into Bruce’s, magical girl outfit practically sparkling in contrast to his grim and dark uniform
Safe to say it’s a culture shock to the rest of the league when the doors open to reveal you and Bruce
Y’all have the complete opposite aesthetic of the entire Batfam
You sit down, scooting your chair to a more comfortable distance near Bruce who hides a smile at the sight
Though the entire league is talking about serious stuff it’s obvious what their actually paying attention to
Your lightly kicking your feet under the table, Rigel curled around your neck and furiously taking note about what everyone says (lol)
You even colour code the entire transcript of the meeting
When the entire meeting is over and things have been discussed, Bruce is like “oh yeah this is my new kid. Say hi y/n” “hi” “let’s get this over with”
And then you have several adults crowding you looking at you with awe
Clark aka superman is the first to introduce himself, he reminds you of a golden retriever with how bright his smile seems to shine
He’s friendly and gentle, a certain enthusiasm in his voice as he lightly hovers above you till you use your powers to do the same
Bruce is brewing in misery as you, him, Hal and Martian man Hunter form a hovering squad
As he talks to you he kinda sends some slightly passive aggressive jabs at Bruce
Kinda salty his best friend didn’t fucking tell him how he adopted again, and that he didn’t respond for the 15th time to bring the family to his farm
He’s really happy the Wayne household has someone who’s as calm and level minded as you
God knows the amount of times he’s lost sleep wondering how Alfred keeps that house afloat
Thinks your outfits really fun and adorable, especially finds it cool that you can magically change it at will
He has a soft spot for small animals (he secretly befriended a few possums when he was a kid) so he loves Rigel
You haven’t told him that Rigel is an inter-dimensional god yet and your not sure he’d believe you
Definitely tries to convince you to meet his son and visit much to the chagrin of Bruce
Listen, Bruce likes Clark but he can be a bit overbearing for his and most of his families nature
100% will offer you a slice of his apple pie that Lois packed for him
Half the league doubles takes cause he’s never done that before and the last time flash ate it he was brooding in the corner
No matter the situation if he sees you he’ll give a polite little wave and smile even if it’s during a battle
Like once he and Luther were going at it but then you casually strolled by, both stopped gave you a hello and then right back into their fight
His wallet has pictures of Jon, Connor and Kara, and he’ll spend an hour talking about them
For April fools you buy him green rock candy as a joke and he eats it in front of lex
That leads to Luthor having a fucking panic attack now thinking the ONE thing that could seemingly kill him was now basically nothing to him
He finds it really funny if you change your outfit to look like a mini him cause it makes everyone (but especially Bruce) poute
When you find out that the only thing that separates his identities is a pair of glasses you end up not believing it
Until green arrow chimes in and is like “yeah that’s it”
Your silently wondering if people in metropolis just know he’s superman but don’t acknowledge it
Your betting on it with Flash and Aquaman
As a joke you begin calling him overpowered and a “Gary stu”. He’s so confused but doesn’t say anything
You sometimes go to him for writing tips for essays since he’s a reporter
And he absolutely helps you get an A without any effort
Lois and the rest of the family really want to meet you and he makes his fact very apparent
When your class trip went to metropolis he definitely does a fly by for fun
It makes you smile at how he makes the class erupt with cheers
Is definitely concerned for your safety but also your mental health because of the amount of stress you have over being the only one able to kill the “shadowmites”
He’s definitely glad Bruce has taken you under his wing and your basically safe wherever you go since you have some inate ability to befriend literally everyone by accident
He doesn’t really like you being friends with certain villains but as long as their not hurting you then he’s not complaining
Wonder Woman aka Diana Aka your favourite definitely catches on that she’s the favourite
And not to brag, she’s totally lowkey happy about it lol
She’s been your favourite hero since you were a kid since she was one of the only female ones
She reminded you of the magical girl cartoons you’d watch for your only bit of joy in the day
Thus you have a lot of respect for her
She finds it really cute that you look up to her so much
Especially since your such an amazing young mind with a kind heart
She doesn’t need her lasso to get that your telling the truth when you talk about basically abandoning your life to save others
100% tells you about themyscira and the Amazon’s whom she calls sisters
Definitely like everyone else finds your outfits really cute especially when she’s surprised by something new each time
Like the others she’s silently worried for your mental health but is at least happy you now have Bruce and his kids to help you as best they can
Maybe started a bet about what other villains you’ll end up befriending
Her bets are on Klarion since she has a feeling you’ll work whatever magic you did on Damien who’s similar in the fact that he’s a chaotic ball of anger
While meeting her you kinda inched your chair closer to her, she noticed and thought it was sweet
Bruce definitely pulls her aside as your talking to the others and explains that yeah “your the favourite” which makes her laugh at his kinda sour expression
At some point she places her tiara on you and takes a photo cause your super happy
She might be testing the idea of maybe taking you back home for a weekend cause she knows everyone would be really happy to meet you
Since she’s kinda immortal you go to her sometimes for history projects
She’s always happy to help especially since she really enjoys talking of all the change she’s seen over the years
It kinda makes her feel fuzzy that someone is interested since she kinda assumes most people find history boring
Definitely lightly teases you about using her as a source for your project lol
One day you show up with your magical girl outfit somewhat resembling hers and she’s gonna treat you like your her mini me for the day
And all Bruce can do is watch with the expression of “this is my life now. My kid is getting adopted by others now as well”
He is content though with how happy you are and how you don’t seem to ever not be able to bring a smile to others as well
She’s kinda iffy on you being friends with villains but after seeing them full on pause as you pass by she’s a little better with dealing with it
But she does worry that you might be influenced by their behaviour
Also she 100% can tell Rigel isn’t a normal Ferret and is the only one of the league to actually believe you
She’s not sure where he’s from but she trusts the white fur ball enough we’re she knows they’ll protect you
Flash/Barry Allen is sliding near you at the justice league table and leaving little post it notes with doodles and making funny face when no one’s looking
What can he say?, he’s good with kids and your not an exception to that either
He’s kinda like a fun uncle
The one who’ll pick you up and place you on his shoulders before running around base
Out the then all he’s kinda the most laid back of the bunch
Sure he can still get serious when the time calls for it but on the other hand he’s a chill guy
He’s also the most in touch with stuff than the others so when you reference something he’s like “I get it!”
While the others stare at him in confusion as you high-five him
Sometimes you like asking hims questions about his powers and y’all try to test it out
Bruce has had to stop him many times and put him in the figurative time out corner
He finds it fucking hilarious when he once walked In on your practicing and you had a giant battle axe as your magical girl weapon
Gives you several nicknames like “sailor moon” or “madoka”
Y’all definitely watch anime on your phone when no one’s watching
He likes messing up your hair only to see it go back into being perfect about a second later
Kinda is now tempted to go to the future and see what you do later on in your life
So he can then tease you about while your looking at him confused
You like to joke that he does shit too fast and he jokes back that your just two slow
By god Bruce is gonna kill him if he begs one more time for permission to gift you knockoff merch of your persona for the 50th time this week-
Pranks…just gonna say be careful cause he’s already on thin ice after the last time he pulled one
He likes telling you stories about his nephew and how proud of him he is
He finds your outfit pretty neat especially since you can change it by will whenever you want
Please be warned though that having anything yellow and red themed may be a bit iffy for him
Bruce probably warns about that beforehand along with not bringing up Barry’s mom
Probably finds it funny that your hanging out with villains n shit
Like especially since your kinda bow just like a neutral ground/entity
Finds it hilarious the juxtaposition of your aesthetic and personality vs big bad Bruce
Rigel is his lil buddy and likes curling up on his shoulder
Kinda gets cosmic vibes from the ferret though
#platonic#dc x reader#batman x reader#bruce wayne x reader#wonder woman x reader#Diana king x reader#flash x reader#superman x reader#Barry Allen x reader#justice league x reader#Clark Kent x reader#magical girl y/n
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And they were Roommates (part 5)
A/N: MY OH MY. This tag list has grown so much it makes me so happy! Thanks to the anonymous ask, i indulged myself and added a little self care on reader being sick. It honestly comforted me.
Again you are all entirely welcome to send some heacanons, tropes or ideas to add to this.
and yes. You'll have the slowest burn ever.
YOU WANTED TO BE FLUSTERED? HERE YOU GO MWAHAHA
Warnings: some 18+ inuendos, swearing.
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You were exhausted. It had been an awfully long week. To your demise, sickness had entered your ranks. Sergeant McTavish was first. Whaling like a wounded soldier every time he felt a cough erupting. The drama queen had soon infected the others.
"We should have taken him out when I said to."
You had rolled your eyes at Ghost's remark.
Colonel Vargas was second. It had been slightly less complicated. He seemed to handle the flu much better. Gaz, he, had sung the song of his people with Soap, acting as if they've been shot. Though as per Price's comment, they complained far less when they had actually been shot.
Of course they had all nested in the apartment, Ghost highly irritated, asking them to go die somewhere else where they wouldn't bother him.
Being a medic had never been your dream. Yet you had to improvise yourself as a nurse for the week, giving medication and hot beverages to the wounded soldiers, or as you affectionately called them, pussies.
Price had followed, he had acted as if nothing was wrong, the obvious raspiness of his voice betraying him. He had kindly refused your offer to take care of him, but gave in at the warm soup for dinner. Your best patient so far.
Now to your worst patient. Ghost. He had entirely avoided any care package thrown his way, resulting in a lot of bickering to the amusement of the rest of the healing squad.
"Take your fucking meds." You said annoyed.
"Fucking make me." He dared.
You threw him your most annoyed glance.
"I will punch you." You threatened.
"Sure thing gremlin, reach my face first." He answered in the same tone.
You had kindly thrown every pillow in the living room at him, taking the one underneath soap's head, earning a 'hey!' from the agonizing man.
He had still accepted warm beverages, and after a very long fight and a threat to get drunk again, he had taken his meds.
It was finally over. Everyone was on the path of healing. Your duty was done.
Unfortunately for you, on this fine Sunday morning, you woke up with a raging headache and a sore throat.
You had been infected by the zombies. The game was over. You sighed. You had hoped very very strongly that you might escape the plague but the fight had been lost. You groaned as you sat up in bed. The warmth radiating from your body couldn't betray the obvious. You had a fever. You closed your eyes, cursing every baby man in the apartment because, OF COURSE, they were still camping around. Price was the only one who went back home for the night and came back in the morning to babysit his men.
You tried to stand, grabbing the black hoodie laying on your desk chair. You'd be fucking damned if you gave him back his hoodie. And he'd have to deal with you stealing the others too. Throwing it on, you tried to walk out of your room, the men complaining in the living room were being way too noisy for your pounding head. Finally appearing in the doorway the men turned to you.
"Oh god… you got sick." Price said.
The look of annoyance on your face couldn't betray it. You walked to the counter where Ghost was eyeing you carefully. You stared into his eyes.
"Johnny, make some tea." Ghost ordered, not dropping his gaze.
"Copy." Soap said jumping from the couch and jogging to the kitchen.
"Gaz go get some meds" he ordered again. "Copy" Gaz spoke out loud, walking to the front door. You felt your cheeks color.
"I'll go buy some snacks." Alejandro said, walking behind Gaz.
"You should get her to bed." Price said, walking next to soap probably to stop him from burning the kitchen down.
Ghost stood, extending his hand. You sighed before grabbing it, letting him walk you back to your room.
"Get in bed." He ordered.
"Like that? Not even a date first?" You teased dropping to your knees on the mattress.
"Stop taking your fantasies for reality." He snickered.
You let yourself slip under the covers again. He turned on the TV in your room, putting Netflix on.
"Ghost…" you asked, unsure of what you're going to say next.
He turned to you.
"Can… you stay…?" You asked.
"Can you give me back my hoodie?"
"No "
"Fuckin hell…"
So here you were. Cup of warm tea in hand, various snacks dropped around the bed, chocolate, candy, chips, sliced fruit and other things. Ghost laid next to you, slightly sitting against the headboard. Community was playing on the wide screen. It was peaceful. You, laying in bed, with your scary dog of a roommate next to you on the bed, his teammates half laying at the feet of the bed and around the room.
You sighed of content. Price had to run off to get some things done, but he promised to drop by in the evening again. Your eyelids felt heavy, the sickness getting you tired. A large hand came to slowly grab the half empty mug from your hands, putting it down on your night stand. You tried keeping track of the show on TV or the boys commenting or snickering at the jokes, but your eyes were fighting against your will.
It felt comfy. Warm. The man next to you seemed to radiate so much warmth. Your head had slightly fallen to the side, resting on his shoulder. You convinced yourself you'd close your eyes just for a minute. Just… a little… minute…
It felt… good… comfy… against his chest… his arm… around you… maybe… you could… sleep… for a bit…
"Sleep little bunny… we're here." He whispered, finally letting you completely give in to your exhaustion.
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You groaned at the sound of someone repeatedly knocking and ringing at the front door. You peeked at the clock on your phone. 6:20 am. Who ? What?
It couldn't be Ghost. He did go for his morning runs, but… maybe he had forgotten his keys?
You got up, finally giving in. The knocking was non stop.
"I'm coming! God! Just a minute!" You yelled.
The pijamas you were wearing didn't help the cold hair from making you shiver as you walked to the front door.
You opened it, trying to focus your brain on what was happening.
"Oh darling! I'm soooo sorry to wake you up but I really need you!"
You stared at the woman in front of you. Sergeant Melisa Gallegos stood there. You had met her in one of the previous missions, you had gotten friendly with her. She was kind and sweet. You sometimes get coffee and gossip with her. That's how you had gotten to know each other. You had learned that she was a single mother of a 3 years old little girl named Amy.
Which was sitting in her mother's arms, eyes fighting to stay open at the obvious early rise she had to go through.
"I need you to babysit."
"What?"
"I am SO sorry to ask you this. I have a big emergency at the base, and her babysitter is on vacation… " she explained.
"But… I… I haven't taken care of a kid in a long time!" You debated.
"You know Amy! She loves you, you did this before." She tried smiling at you.
You stood before her, looking at her shift from one foot to another, and at Amy just begging to fall asleep.
You sighed.
"Oh thank you thank you thank you!!" She said, handing the little girl into your arms.
"Wait!- I-" you tried.
Unfortunately she had already dropped the two little bags in front of the door and ran off.
You looked at the little girl in your arms, not bothered by the change of person. She did know you after all, you had already babysat for her a few times.
"Alright little monkey. Let's go back to bed. It's way too early." You said, pushing the bags inside with your feet and closing the front door.
When Amy had woken up again, it was around 9 am. You were fine by it as it was the normal time you'd wake up. You two had played a bit on the bed, tickling her, and creating stories with the little plushie she dragged around everywhere with her.
After a good laugh you had decided to get up, peeking at your phone. One notification.
"I'm bringing breakfast, just got to pass at the base first. Be there at 10."
Alright. Gave you time to get dressed with Amy and make her a hot chocolate, with the usual tea for you and him. You had walked into the living room, dropping her on the couch softly turning on some cartoons, leaving you to start on the beverages. You heard the front door unlock, Ghost walking in with the usual breakfast.
"I got-"
He glanced at the couch. Freezing on the spot. The staring match in between the toddler and the man in a skull balaclava was almost comical if you weren't so anxious of Amy's reaction at the masked man. You hadn't thought that she might be scared of Ghost.
"Awe you a supew hewo?" She asked, eyes shining with happiness.
Your heart melted on the spot. You smiled at Ghost who suddenly turned to you.
"How the fuck did a kid spawn here?" He asked, confusion clearly visible in his eyes.
You gasped ready to reprimand him from cursing in front of the child.
"Fwuck!"
You both turned to the toddler who had a wide smile on her face.
"No. No. Nonononoo… Amy sweety no.." you freaked out a bit. God Melisa was going to kill you.
You walked to the toddler kneeling in front of her.
"Darling, that's a bad word… only grown ups can use it… alright?" You tried to explain. Throwing a dark look at the man still standing at the doorstep.
"Ok!" She happily conceded.
You smiled.
"Perfect! Do you want to meet the big man?" You asked. She frantically nodded. You picked her up, walking around the couch to stand in front of Ghost who looked almost terrified.
"Amy, this is Lieutenant Riley. You can call him Ghost. He's my roommate… hum, my friend!" You explained.
You turned to ghost who's eyes shifted from the child to you.
"Ghost. This is Amy. She's my friend's kid, and I had to babysit at the last minute. She'll be spending the day with me."
He nodded.
"Why you wwear a mask?" She asked.
He frowned for a second.
"Hmm… it's for my job." He answered.
"Can I touwch it?" She asked, extending her little hand.
Ghost stared at it for a few seconds before looking back at you.
"Hum, sweety, maybe-" you started trying to defuse the situation.
To your shock he stopped closer, lowering his face, letting the little girl touch his mask. His eyes were on you, and yours were glued to his.
What was that funny feeling spreading through you? The burning sensation coursing through you? God..
The little girl giggled. Before letting her hand drop.
She then turned to you.
"Can I watch SpongewBob?" She asked.
You cleared your throat. Looking away embarrassed.
"Of course darling. We'll prepare breakfast."
You turned away, walking back to the couch and sitting her down, leaving her to watch 'SpongewBob' on tv.
You walked to the kitchen Ghost closely following you.
"I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting -" you began in a low voice.
"It's… ok. It was surprising." He whispered back..
God, why was he so close to you? Why were you so HOT?!
"I'm not used to kids." He admitted.
"It's alright. I'm the babysitter. You don't have to stay." You smiled.
"Didn't we have to go grocery shopping?" He reminded you.
You closed your eyes at the sudden realization.
"Oh… fu-.. I mean… yeah… I forgot." You said.
"We can take her. It'll be ok, right?" He asked.
"Why wouldn't it be?" You questioned back.
"I don't know. It's not too cold for her?" He asked.
God can he stop being so FUCKIN cute?! You bit your lip, keeping the wide smile from being too visible and failing miserably.
"She'll be fine."
Breakfast had been, calm. You were thankful that Amy was one of the calmest kid's you knew. She was well behaved, calm, and sweet. She was, unfortunately for Ghost, extremely curious. And again, to his dismay, she had taken a liking to him. She had been fascinated at the way he raised his mask to his nose to eat.
His lips were one of the things you were used to.
To SEE. USED TO SEE.
On another hand, Ghost had seemed very thoughtful during the morning.
He had eclipsed himself for half an hour while you battled with the toddler to get both of you ready to go grocery shopping. She kept questioning everything, sometimes wondering about things that never ever crossed your mind. You found it funny. It was incredibly adorable.
Zipping her little coat, making sure she had her scarf, you received a text from Ghost.
"I'm here."
You walked out of the door, the little girl holding your hand as you were walking down. You made sure to walk down the stairs at her pace, eyes never leaving her, too scared she might fall even though her tiny hand was secured in yours.
You pushed the building's door to the underground parking lot where you immediately saw Ghost, arms crossed over his chest, all dressed in black leaning against his black jeep. Amy squealed as she saw him. Jumping.
You smiled. You walked to him.
"Where did you go?" You asked.
"We were missing something." He said.
"Really? What?" You inquired, confused.
He moved, opening the back door. You blinked. A FUCKING CAR SEAT. You closed your eyes, sighing.
"Thank you… it had completely escaped my mind…" you apologized.
Amy had let go of your hand, skipping her way to Ghost, hands up in the air for him to pick her up and sit her in the back.
Ghost froze. You were quick to make a move but you stopped as he slowly bent forward. You stood there in shock, watching him pick up the child. She was so small in his arms.
Fuck… was this awakening something in you?
He sat her very softly in the car seat, being extremely careful to make sure she wouldn't hit her head. He moved as if Amy was a little porcelain doll. You saw him fidget to buckle her up, again surprising you. The little 'click' was heard, and he pulled a little on the belts, making sure it was safe. Amy was holding her little plushie babbling about whatever new thing she had learned this morning to the soft thing.
Ghost looked back at you, leaning on his arm against the car. As if taking your opinion on his handy work. You bit your lip. And his eyes fell on the movement, forearms flexing.
"Thanks…" you whispered.
"You're welcome." He answered voice deeper than usual. You finally moved, opening the passenger door, he closed the back door making sure Amy didn't have her leg or arm in the way. You sat in the front, Ghost closing your door behind you.
You took a deep breath. Amy seemed to be enjoying herself, not at all weary of her new environment. Ghost took place in the driver's seat, buckling his seatbelt as well. You watched his movements as turned on the vehicle.
"Ghost…" you called.
He looked at you.
"Did you… buy a car seat?" You asked.
"Yes." Was all he said, attention turning back to his task.
You pushed the Shopping cart where Amy had taken place. Ghost followed you as you tried to remember what you needed. The grocery store on the base was a good thing. It avoided having civilians staring at Ghost. At least here, everyone knew who he was. The fact he was with a woman and a child though, that, caused many to stare.
The fact that Amy was a little blond, curly haired girl, that was incredibly close in color to Ghost's eyelashes also made everyone stare.
You tried to focus on the task at hand, Amy and Ghost not caring at all about the rest of the people in the store.
She kept pointing at things, asking Ghost to explain what It was. It made you smile. The way he was willingly letting himself be questioned by the little girl.
"Oh, i forgot…" you mentally cursed yourself.
Ghost looked at you.
"Can.. you stay with her for a few minutes? I'm sorry… I forgot to grab something." You asked with a sorry look..he nodded.
You smiled at him before turning around and walking out of the aisle, hurrying up. As you scanned the new aisle your phone rang. Rummaging through your pocket you grabbed it. It was Amy's mother.
" Hey! How's everything going?" She asked.
"Everything's fine. Your daughter met Liteutenant Ghost Riley." You teased.
"...what?" She asked.
"Yeah, he's my roommate." You spoke, still searching for the damn thing.
"... And… is everything going ok?" She asked with a little worry in her voice.
"Everything is fine…" you sighed " she likes him more than me, and he acts as if she's made of glass." You said.
"Oh! Thank god! I was worried she might be a bit much for him." She chuckled.
"Well he's not used to it, but he's extremely patient with her." You reassured.
"Alright, I might pick her up late… I'm really sorry…"
"It's ok. You owe me though." You teased.
"Ok, fair." She laughed.
You bid your goodbyes, her having to rush back to work, and you worrying about leaving Ghost and Amy alone too long.
You walked back to the aisle you had left him, finding them nowhere. You frowned. You walked around the aisle, suddenly feeling the anxiety coursing through you. What happened? Why aren't they here? You stopped as you turned left into the biscuits section.
You let out a sigh of relief.
"Ghost!" You walked to him. He turned to you not bothered at all by the situation.
"I've been looking for-"
You interrupted yourself as you looked at Amy.
"Ghost. Why does she have a doll?" You asked.
"She asked for it." He replied.
You looked at the cart.
"She also asked for the plush, the Legos and the ponies?" You glared at him.
"Yes." He replied again, as if the situation was completely fine.
"Ghost. You can't buy her that."
"Yes I can."
"No! You can't give her everything she asks for!"
"Yes I can. She asked nicely. She said please." He explained turning back to lean on the cart.
"That's not an excuse!" You scolded.
"It's my money." He concluded.
Amy smiled widely, hugging the box the doll was in.
You stood there mouth slightly open, shocked from the situation.
She had him wrapped around her finger! You rolled your eyes. This was a fight you wouldn't win. You headed for the cashier's, ready to ring up everything. Amy was thrilled with her new toys. Walking back to the car, you dropped the groceries in the trunk, Amy already had her doll out of the box as she had 'asked nicely', and ghost had ripped the box apart to give it to her.
He had let you buckle her up this time. You headed back home. Stopping at MacDonalds on the way home because, once again, 'she had asked nicely'.
"Stop spoiling her Ghost!"
"No."
Ghost parked in the parking lot. You both got out of the car. You opened the back door, looking at the little girl. She had fallen asleep on the way home. She hadn't liked waking up early, and it was almost time for her nap. You stood there for a little while watching her sleep. She was so cute. You didn't want to wake her up.
The breath on your neck made your hair stand, as he whispered in your ear.
"Do you want me to pick her up…"
You held your breath. He was in your back, cornering you, arms on each side, leaning down.
You slowly looked to your left, planting your eyes into his. Time froze. You were so close. You could feel his breath though his balaclava on your lips. He frowned. Eyes shifting to said lips.
"You're always biting your lip…" he noted in a low voice.
Were you? You didn't even realize you were doing it now.
"Does it bother you?" You hushed back.
"It makes them… red." He stated awkwardly.
"Does it?" You asked. Of course it did. You could see his brows furrowing.
"Makes me…want-" he started, almost growling.
You were hanging on to his every word. Heat pouling dangerously deep in your stomach.
"Why does it make whem red?" The little voice made you both separate instantly. Ghost taking a step back.
You cleared your throat, looking at Amy.
"Hum… well… hum… it's… complicated. I'll explain another time, ok?" You tried, clearly blushing.
"Ok!" She smiled.
God. Keeping children was hard.
The day had gone by pretty fast. You ate lunch, Amy napped leaving you and Ghost time to work a bit. You two were acting as if nothing happened. On your part at least you were obviously embarrassed.
After she had woken up, she insisted on playing with her new Legos. You had moved the coffee table to the side so you could play on the carpet with her. Ghost was sitting on the couch, legs spread, reading a report, occasionally looking at you playing with Amy. Once in a while Amy turned to him proudly showing off her constructions.
Each time he praised her with a little, 'that's really nice, you did good', it made your heart flutter.
He was so kind, so gentle with her.
You could feel his gaze on you when you weren't looking. It burnt through you.
After a while you had dinner, and put on a Disney movie for her. You sat on the couch with her on your lap cuddling her new teddy and her old plushie. She rested against you. Ghost joined after finishing his report.
"Move." He asked.
You frowned. He sat next to you, making you lean on him. You blushed.
"Are you really gonna watch Encanto?" You teased.
"You'd rather I go away?" He asked, looking down at you intensely.
You didn't say anything at all.
The more the movie played the more Amy seemed to close her eyes. It was getting pretty late. Around half of the movie she was sound asleep in your arms. You smiled down at her, brushing a little strand of blond hair away from her face.
"Fuck…"
You looked at Ghost meeting his gaze.
"Is everything alright?" You whispered.
He stayed silent.
"Ghost..?" You asked frowning.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"What.. Do you mean?" You whispered.
"To me…" he finished furrowing his brows in confusion.
You sucked in a breath, but before you could say anything, a knock on the door made you separate. It took a little moment for him to gather himself and get up to open the door. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. A few seconds later, Melisa walked in.
"Hey!" She whispered to you, walking to where you sat.
"Hi, how was work? " You hushed back.
"Hell… but we made it… I'm so sorry to have dropped her off like that…" she said, the sincerest sorry look on her face.
"It's alright Melisa. I understand, and I don't mind helping you out. Amy is adorable." You reassured.
She smiled at you, feeling slightly emotional by the look on her face. With the utmost care, you gave her the sleeping toddler.
"I'll help you with the bags." You told her, getting up the couch with her. Looking around at the toys scattered around and then to the new plush she furrowed her brows in confusion.
"Did you buy her all of this?" She asked.
"No. He did." You said pointing at the man leaning behind the kitchen counter.
It was absolutely ridiculous to say that the man, in all black, with a mask made of a human skull, with the most terrifying glance you could fall on, had bought so many toys for a toddler after she had simply said 'please'.
You both walked to the doorstep as she stopped in front of Ghost.
"I'm sorry lieutenant.. I hope she didn't make a fuss. I'm very thankful to you both for keeping her… and for the toys." She said.
"No problem. She's a nice kid." He said.
You smiled at him, he noticed. You grabbed the two little bags and followed Melisa out, walking down the stairs to her car.
"He's pretty nice actually, for a cold blooded killer he is reputed for." She remarked.
"He's still a terrifying man, who sticks up to his reputation by the reports of missions I've seen. He's just… calmer, here." You said.
She had put Amy into her car seat.
"He bought her… a car seat." You said. It sounded more like a thought coming out of your mouth, as if for yourself, it was still something your brain was trying to process.
"He did? Just… for today?" She asked.
"Yeah. We went to the store, and I guess he was worried for her safety, and immediately went out and bought her the car seat." You explained.
Now you remembered how he seemed deep in thoughts during breakfast. He had been thinking about it.
"Well. He seems like a good man." She said softly, closing the back door.
"Yeah.. you're right." You smiled at her. "I trust that this stays in between us." You asked.
"Don't worry. I wouldn't say anything that involves my daughter to anyone. This situation stays knowledge for us only." She assured. You knew that she was extremely worried to have her child on the line. Unfortunately, it's part of the job to earn enemies, and everyone wants to keep their loved one away from it.
Melisa thanked you again as you handed her the bags. You offered to take care of Amy if she ever needed again. After hugging her goodbye, you headed back up to the apartment.
Locking the front door behind you, you walked into the living room where you saw Ghost, holding what now seemed to be his favorite mug, standing behind the counter.
"You look tired. You should head to sleep." He remarked.
He was right. You were tired. Taking care of a child wasn't easy, you were glad for his help. You walked up to him, you saw him stiffen.
"Thank you Ghost. Your help was really appreciated. And I had an amazing day. Amy adored it. So… again, thank you Gh-"
"Simon." He interrupted.
You blinked.
"Wh-what..?" You whispered.
He stepped closer, barely inches away.
"My name. It's Simon." He clarified.
Your mouth opened. Then shut itself again.
Simon.
"(Y/N)." You blurted out.
His eyes flashed something unknown.
"(Y/N).." he whispered, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. Your name, on his lips. Fuck…
"Simon…" you whispered too.
You felt his fingertips rush to your hip, hovering there, too close yet so far. After a second he lowered his hand back to his body.
"You're welcome. It was a good day." He added.
You nodded, smiling at him, trying to hide the obvious way your heart was racing. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you watched him step back, gaining some composure.
"Goodnight (Y/N)." He said.
"Goodnight Simon."
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Cherry Chapstick
Pairing: Armin x reader
Warnings: none.
Summary: Armin refuses to let you use his chapstick. No worries, you have other ideas on how to keep your lips from getting chapped.
(also just pretend chapstick is canon in the aot universe for the sake of the fic 😭)
Another long and grueling day of training was finishing up. The sun was setting through the huge forest of trees.
“Alright, trainings over! Rest up and be ready to head back in 15 minutes.” The squad leader said with his barking voice.
Your squad leader liked doing various training sessions with just your squad, something about strengthening the bond and making it easier to tag team during expeditions.
Landing on one of the branches to catch your breath, you sat against the bark let your body slouch for the first time that day.
“Tired?”
Looking up at the voice, Armin was standing in front of you. His new shorter blond locks shifting gently in the breeze as his pretty blue eyes locked on your figure. He was one of your closest friends. The friendship was honestly ideal with him giving you the guidance that you needed while you encouraged him when he was feeling insecure.
You nodded at him through half-lidded eyes and a lazy smile. “I’m so glad we have a day off tomorrow, I’ll probably spend it sleeping.”
Armin returned a smile at your words. “You’re almost there, (y/n). I’m sure your bed misses you too.” While you laughed at him, Armin squatted down next to you.
“What do you got planned tomorrow?” You asked and leaned your head against the tree. He pulled his green cloak tighter around his shoulders when the breeze kicked in.
“Probably go out into the valley and find a nice place to read.”
“By yourself? What about Eren and Mikasa?” You raised an eyebrow. The trio was pretty much inseparable.
Armin waved off your question with his hand. “They wanted to go into the city and I’m tired of third-wheeling. It wasn’t much fun as kids and still isn’t now.”
Nodding your head, you gazed once more at the sun just about to set. The orange hues casting over the green plains.
Armin finally sat down on the branch, his leg brushing up against yours. “God, I can’t stand this weather.” He muttered and started to fish for something out of his pocket.
With curious eyes, you saw him pull out a small tube. Chapstick? He uncapped it and gently spread it on his lips.
Armin chuckled when he caught you staring at him. “What? My lips are chapped.”
“I can see that.” You could also see his plump pink lips all shiny from the substance. “What flavor is it?”
“Cherry.” He pocketed the chapstick.
You inched over to him. Cherry was your favorite flavor, a timeless classic that forever held your heart. You were about to ask him for some when he seemed to have read your thoughts and immediately shut you down.
“No, you can’t have any.”
Instantly shocked at his words, your mouth was agape and you crossed your arms with a pout. “What, why?”
Honestly, you couldn’t care less… well maybe you cared a little bit. But being petty and dramatic was more fun however, especially in front of Armin.
“(Y/n), don’t take this the wrong way, but anything you touch immediately disappears.”
Ok, now you cared a lot a bit. “No it doesn’t!”
“Oh, you defended yourself real quick there, huh? Alright, tell me where Sasha’s hairbrush is.” Armin had a smile on his face as he rested his arm on his propped up knee. Sasha lent you her brush one day and it was never seen again. She made you buy her a new one the next day.
Your silence was the answer he needed.
“Maybe you know where Mikasa’s training gloves are?”
Again, more silence. She’d let you borrow them for training and you stupidly set them down when it was windy.
“Oh, wait! My blue sweater? Haven’t seen that in a while and you were the only person I lent it to.”
It was a rather chilly morning one day, so Armin lent you his infamous blue sweater.
Manipulative little bastard.
A slight blush dusted your cheeks. You glared at the blonde and scoffed. “I feel like this isn’t just about chapstick.”
Arming gave out a chuckle. “It is, (y/n). Don’t worry.” With that, Armin rose to his feet and patted your head as he walked along the branch.
Your eyes fluttered in satisfaction when his fingertips rubbed your scalp.
“I can’t even have a little?”
“No.”
Ugh, be like that then.
———
Your squad eventually had to make the journey back home. Riding next to Armin, your horses ran in sync as you both gave each other little glances every few minutes.
“Can I have some of that chapstick now?” Your voice rang over thundering steps of the horses.
“No.” Armin replied.
“But my lips are chapped!”
“Figure it out.” He shouted back.
Oh I will.
———
“Finally home.” You moaned and jumped off your horse and led her to the stables. Your body ached and sleep was all you were craving. It was dark by the time you guys got back and your squad leader gave his appreciation by quickly dismissing everyone.
Maybe I’ll skip dinner. I’m so tired.
Thoughts flowing through your head as you undressed your horse of her gear. Hanging the saddle on a peg, you brushed her mane and fed her some carrots.
“Eat up, Star. My pretty girl.” You cooed, gently running your hand over her nose. Another set of steps disrupted your intimate moment with Star.
Turning around, your eyes softened at Armin, who led his horse over by the reins.
“Hey, stranger.” He teased and began working on his horse. You smiled back at him and it was silent for a few moments, just the sound of the equipment clinking with movement.
You turned to look at him only to give a dry chuckle when you saw him pulling out his stupid cherry chapstick again. The stupid smile never left his face as he applied it.
“Ar-”
“No chapstick, (y/n).”
Damn.
“That wasn’t what I was going to say!”
Armin turned to meet your gaze with raised eyebrows. “What was it then?”
Shit. Think (y/n).
Armin chuckled as the silence answered his question. His hands gently brushed through his horse’s mane. “You’re a bad liar.”
A scoff left your lips. “I don’t like this new attitude of yours.”
Over time, Armin slowly broke out of his shell, no longer the dorky and nervous kid he once was- even though you loved that about him. Now, he was comfortable enough to speak his mind without a second thought, even to you.
“Get used to it, (y/n). Looks like you’ll have to find another way to keep your lips moisturized.”
You didn’t like the snarky look he had on his face. A sudden idea popped into your head. As Armin finished settling his horse for the night, you caught his wrist as he walked by.
A confused look adorning his features when he turned to look at you.
Without thinking twice, you pulled him towards you and stood on your toes. Lifting your head, your lips quickly planted themselves onto his.
You could tell he was caught of guard. His blue eyes widened at the sudden action and a startled whimper escaped him. It was kinda hot honestly. Pulling away, you rubbed your lips together and popped them. “Mmm, gotta love cherry.”
His lips were partly opened and a red rouge covered his face. He still couldn’t believe it.
“U-uh, I-”
“Night, Armin. See ya tomorrow.” You smiled innocently at him before brushing past him to leave.
His hand latched onto your elbow and pulled you back. Raising an eyebrow at him, Armin gripped both your shoulders before pulling you back in, lips meeting yours once more. His back was crouched down a little to meet your height. Now it was your turn to be surprised.
Oh. Oooh
He moaned slightly against your lips when you started kissing back.
The kiss lasted a few seconds before Armin slowly pulled away from you. You both were slightly panting from the adrenaline and the eye contact between you both never broke.
“There.” His hands still gripped your shoulders. “That should last you a bit.” With that, his hand moved just below your ear, his thumb brushing over your jawline.
Armin finally snapped himself of whatever trance you had on him and gave a small smile. “Meet me here tomorrow at noon, that’ll give you plenty of time to sleep in and you can join me in the valley.”
“O-okay.”
Without another word, Armin left the stables. Your mind ran crazy with thoughts. Yes, you kissed him first, but you didn’t expect him to actually want to kiss you again.
How in the world did he play the game better than you? It was your idea-
—————
The sun shines brightly through the curtains of your room. You let out a groan as the stiffness in your muscles were more prominent from yesterdays training.
Looking at the clock on the wall- 8:25 am.
You can still catch breakfast before it ends and relax a bit before meeting up with Armin.
Oh yeah…
What a peculiar night. You honestly thought Armin would either be confused or disgusted when you kissed him. Not flustered. Him kissing you on his own also surprised you. The little manipulators all grown up now.
You got up and threw on some random clothes, heading to the dining hall.
You quietly ate your food, only a few soldiers remained in the dining hall since breakfast was ending soon.
Time slowly passed by, and you decided to take a nap in your bed for another hour or two before leaving. The nap only left you more tired. After changing into a more presentable outfit, a simple button up and a long skirt, you threw your favorite sweater over. The material was soft and the fading but familiar scent was comforting to you.
Your footsteps were slow as you walked to the stables. The soreness in your body along with the tiredness still swirled in your system.
“(Y/n), over here.” Armin called out to you as he led his horse outside his stall. “Perfect timing, I was just getting ready to- is that my sweater?”
Oops. Yes, yes it was.
“Maybe.”
“I thought you said you lost it!”
“I never said I lost it.” You yawned. “Just never wanted to give it back to you.”
Armin chuckled and was a bit surprised at your words, he climbed on his horse and turned down to you, hand extended. “You ready?”
Nodding, you grabbed his hand and he pulled you up. Your legs straddled the horse and your hand hesitantly grazed his waist. It wasn’t until Armin flicked the reigns and the horse quickly trotted forward that you decided to wrap your arms tightly around his waist as he navigated through the towns.
“You good there?” He joked and placed his hand on top of your clasped ones that pressed against his abdomen.
—————
“You look nice in my sweater.” Armin commented, trekking his fingers gently through your scalp.
The warm breeze swayed the grass and wildflowers surrounding you. The meadow Armin took you to was beautiful this time of year.
Your head currently rested on his thigh. Armin was sat against a willow tree, a book in his other hand. Every so often, his hand would leave your head to turn the page and gently return.
“It’s mine now.” You mumbled through closed eyes. Armin insisted you try to nap again while he read. However, no one brought up the situation from last night. At the moment it almost seemed like it never happens. No one acknowledged it.
“Of course it is.” He said with a smile before taking his hand away from your head. He shifted and buried his hand in the pocket of his trousers. His leg raised your head slightly as he moved. “Sorry, I just can’t- dammit where is it?”
You craned your neck to see his agitated face. “What happened?”
“I can’t find my chapstick.” He muttered with a frown.
A giggle erupted from your mouth, making him look at you. “And you say I lose stuff?”
“Shut up.” He muttered.
You both returned to your original positions with you head still resting on his lap. The breeze continued to blow and you glanced at Armin to see the tips of his blonde hair blow across his face. The shorter hair really suited him.
You let out a small sigh and pulled the sweater tighter around your frame. Reaching into the small pocket, you pulled something out.
Uncapping it, you gently applied it to your lips and didn’t miss the way Armin was staring at you dumbfounded. The label was clearly a different color than his. No, this one was yours. All yours.
“It’s strawberry and before you ask- no you can’t have any. I wouldn’t want you to lose this one too.” A devilish smirk crossed your face. Payback was a bitch. If he could be petty, so could you.
Armin sat back and mumbled something incoherent. His book was now discarded to the side and his arms were crossed with a pout. Memories of last night flooded his thoughts.
The way he held you. The way he looked at you. How you tasted.
You looked up at him with innocent eyes and rubbed the substance coating your lips together. He was staring at you.
You let out a small laugh as he pulled your body up and lowered himself down closer to you. You didn’t miss the way his eyes stared into yours before darting to your lips, then back to your eyes. He was so close. Then as if he decided it was right, Armin’s lips were encasing yours once more.
You gave a small sigh into the kiss and your fingers raked through his blonde hair.
Armin’s tongue gently swiped against your bottom lip and before you could open your mouth for more, he pulled away.
“You’re right.” He said and rubbed his own lips together. “Cherry does taste better.”
You were a little disappointed at the sudden break in contact. Sitting your body up, you faced him. “We can get you more when we head back into town.” You offered and avoided your gaze.
Maybe he was just getting payback for last night?
Armin rolled his eyes and pulled you back towards him. “Yeah that sounds good, but I like this option better.”
And he kissed you again. More passionately this time.
He suddenly pulled your body against his so you were fully sat in his lap, emitting a small squeal from you. Your legs curled into his side and his hands were placed at your waist, thumb brushing your hip.
“Thank you for coming with me.” He mumbled against your lips.
“Just take me out and we’ll call it even.” You replied, your arm wrapping around his neck.
“Okay.”
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Headcanons on shisui, minato, and Yamato on how they'd react to their s/o (civilian shinobi or otherwise:)) getting attacked and almost dying? 😭 need the agnst in my life rn I love ur work ur iconic uwu
A/N: the angsssst! but it's okay I love angst it's what I do haha but mostly as long as it has a happy ending because we deserve that as a treat as do they. And aw thanks sm!
TAGS: angst, reader attacked/almost dies, sad characters, mini scenarios rather than headcanons, mentions of hospitals, mentions of wounds, mentions of being impaled, no graphic injuries, characters blaming themselves, long post under cut
CHARACTERS: Shisui Uchiha, Minato Namikaze, Yamato
SHISUI UCHIHA
Shisui is usually the calm and collected one no matter the situation. He can take out any enemy. Always has a plan and can lighten any situation with a lighthearted quip should it call for it.
But this, oh god nothing can prepare him for this.
You're not supposed to be able to get hit. Your entire jutsu is supposed to be impenetrable. More so than that, he's supposed to be your eyes in case things go wrong, your back up.
The enemy found a weak spot though—pulled a thread in the seam everything falls apart right in front of him.
Shisui feels so powerless as he calls your name.
'I've got you.' He says, catching you just before you hit the ground.
He ducks for cover as kunai come at him from all sides. The rest of the squad focus on the guy who got you. Taking down the rest of the enemies is a sinch in comparison. He can't even think about anything else except getting you out and alive.
When he makes it through the thick of the trees he feels you tremble in his arms.
'Shisui.' You call his name, same as you have a thousand times before but this time it's so quiet, almost ghostly.
Shisui is terried to look down but he has to. He can't let you down by betraying his fears. He needs to make you feel safe.
'H-hey.' He doesn't mean to let his voice slip and tremble as he sees how you don't look so good. 'It's going to be alright. We're almost there.'
You manage a nod.
By the time he makes it to the medics you begin to fade and he panics. They take you off his hands and into the tent to tend to your wounds.
Shisui spends the whole time pacing outside pale as a ghost.
He can't sit or stand still. He's a jolting mess. He can barely accept the water or food offered to him by his comrades.
It's the longest wait of his life waiting for you to wake up.
'Shisui.' Is the first thing you say as you come to.
He cries he's so overcome with emotion. Takes your hand and drops his face against it. Poor Shisui is so exhausted and has been so scared he just loves you so much.
MINATO NAMIKAZE
Guilt overwhelms Minato as he sits in the hospital room waiting for you to wake up.
He wasn't there when you had been injured because he held so much faith in your ability to hold your own and now he can't help but blame himself for being so carless. He should have been there. He should have been with you.
It's not that now he believes you can't handle yourself, it's that he should have been there anyway. Anyone can slip up. Anything can happen. This is proof of that and he knows that now.
If he could go back and do things differently—
No it's too late for that. He would do right and better by you now.
He stays by your side each day waiting for you to wake up. He speaks to you, tells you little things about each day that are trivial but also deep things like how much he cares for you.
'I'm sorry.' He whispers, stroking your hand. 'I love you, I'll be here when you wake up.'
He lets go of your hand and walks over to the window to look out onto the village below.
Everything seems smaller, holds less meaning without you here awake beside him. It's like something is missing. He's no longer quite whole.
There's a stiring behind him and Minato turns wide eyed to find you coming to.
He can't quite believe it when your eyes flutter open.
'Mmm.' You groan. 'Damn that hurts.'
A soft chuckle escapes him and then a few tears too. Just a flood of relief hits at the signs of you being there.
Then you turn to him, a little more awake.
'Hey.' You say. 'What are you doing all the way over there, huh?'
And that's all it takes for him to just crowd you in the tightest (but also careful) hug.
'I'm so glad you're awake.' He whispers. 'I'm so sorry.'
'Don't be sorry.' You assure him. 'I'm glad you're here though.'
He pulls away and looks you deep in the eyes. 'I love you.'
It's enough to take your breath away. 'I love you, too.'
YAMATO
The image of you jumping in front of him to protect him is something Yamato will never forget. He's not sure he can forgive you for it either if you don't wake up.
He knows neither of you had a choice but—
Seeing you there impaled is just not something he can ever forgive.
You should have let it hit him. Village be damned he'd rather—okay he would not rather hundreds of other people die instead of you getting injured but that's besides the point! He should never of had to see you that way. If you didn't worm your way into his life and make him care then—
Oh who is he kidding.
Yamato could never be mad at you.
He's mad at himself. He should never have agreed to put you in this situation in the first place. There should have been a better strategy. He should have thought up a better strategy.
'It was an impossible situation, stop beating yourself up over it and just be there instead.'
Yamato lifts his head.
'Kakashi.' He balls his fists against his pants then sighs unfurling them. 'I know it's just—'
'Just that you think you could have strategised yourself out of an impossible situation now that it's over.'
'This is different.'
'It's always different with the people we care about.' He gives him a knowing expression. 'With the people we love.'
'I don't need a pep talk right now.'
'No but you also don't need to sit here waiting for someone to scold you like you've done something wrong.'
Yamato gives him a doubtful look.
'You both did your duty and what you wanted to do so now you ought to both be together for the waking up part.' Kakashi sighs. 'Neither of you are dying today.'
Yamato takes a deep breath letting it settle in his lungs before he exhales again. Kakashi was right. He needs to be by your side.
'Okay.' Is all he says before he stands and heads to your room, leaving his senpai behind.
The tension is palpable as he enters your room. The machines beeping and your assisted breathing fill his ears. He sits beside you timid as he shifts closer.
'Sorry, I took so long.' Is all he whispers as he wakes for you to wake.
Your eyes flicker open a few moments later as if to let him know it's alright. He's not mad anymore, only relieved. Loved.
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Hi! It's anon, so uh this is my first time making a request so I'm sorry if it doesnt make any sense
Anyways it's gonna be muichiro x gn!reader or fem!reader(whatever you prefer) so it can be a short fic or long fic it's your choice, I haven't seen anybody request this but can you do one where muichiro and reader are in a secret relationship? But muichiro forgets no matter how many attempts reader says that the relationship should be kept a secret and at a celebration or birthday muichiro accidentally blurts out that the reader and him are dating? How would everyone react would they be shocked? Neutral? Anyways my request isn't really that interesting so I'm not expecting you to pick this! But if you do thanks<3
SECRET RELATIONSHIP
summary: how would everyone react to muichiro outing your secret relationship?
cw: none just fluff and very slight angst
pairing: Muichiro x reader
adittional tags: manga spoiler free, muichiro before ssv.
word count: 1407
When you and Muichiro started dating, you asked to keep the relationship secret. He didn't go against the idea, it's not like he was planning to tell anyone anyway. You were someone who Muichiro could never forget, however what he did forget is that your relationship was supposed to be a secret. It's not like he did care about who knew or not, it was nobody's business. But what he did care about was you, so he wanted to respect your wishes.
There were times where other people would hit on you, and in that moment Muichiro felt compelled to step in. How can people come up to you and flirt shamelessly like that? Don't they know that you're taken? Oh right.
When it was a demon slayer, he'd glare at them until they took the hint, not saying anything.
If it was a local from a village when you two are on a mission, then he'd tell them bluntly. You don't know them, so who cares. When you think he'd go too far, or risk your relationship being revealed, you'd nudge him with your elbow and glare at him. To that he replies with the softening of his features followed by a sigh.
At some point, when he was alone he started to wonder why the relationship had to be kept a secret. Should he not be able to express his love for you despite the public's opinion? He wanted demon slayers to stay away from you, and most importantly he wanted to be able to show simple gestures such as kissing your cheek. The most he could do was hold your hand in public, since you two were young no one thought much of it. For the first time(or so he thinks), he felt pure love and adoration for someone else. Is it wrong for him to want to express his innocent teenage love?
Of course, he forgot all those thoughts the next day.
There was a small celebration held by Mitsuri for her birthday, everyone she knew was invited. And god, she knew a lot of people. Muichiro would've forgot to come if it wasn't for you dragging him.
At the celebration, you wore such a cute outfit, maybe a little too cute. Muichiro felt an unknown flutter in his stomach, though he struggles to identify what he's feeling, he knows that his stomach feels tingly when he sees you. But this time it was more intense than ever. So, he subconsciously got a little too close to you — reaching to rest his hand around your waist. Which, unfortunately for him, you responded by moving away. He frowned at this.
"Muichiro, you shouldn't get too close, remember? People will find out we're dating." You whispered to him.
"....Sorry. You look pretty." He whispered back, making you blush.
Later, you and Muichiro were sitting at table with the hashira and the kamaboko squad. Everyone was having fun talking to eachother. You'd think that Muichiro would feel overwhelmed by the amount of people and loud noise, but he didn't mind it — considering the fact he finds Rengoku's loudness comforting. He wasn't really paying attention to the conversation, until Mitsuri, the Love Hashira, started to ask questions about you and Muichiro.
Of course, being the Lova pillar, Mitsuri has noticed how close you two were. She was a little dense though, not realizing you two were actually in love, she was just curious about it. The conversation snapped Muichiro back to reality.
"Say, you two are really close!! Are you dating?" Mitsuri asked excitedly. The thought of you and Muichiro dating made her heart burst! Young love, so cute!!
However, you who wanted to keep your relationship a secret, was about to decline that claim until-
"Yes, we are." Muichiro muttered on instinct.
Your eyes widened and a blush crept onto your face. While Mitsuri's smile widened.
"Muichiro!" You scream whispered at him, panicking and looking around not knowing what to do.
The others looked at you in shock, well instead of Inosuke who continued eating despite being confused on why everyone went silent.
"What? Oh, right." Muichiro looked at you confused, until he remembered the he just outed your relationship to everyone.
Needless to say, everyone was shocked that Muichiro, the Hashira who basically fuctioned like an emotionless puppet was dating someone. But his colleagues were happy for him, except for Giyuu and Obanai who didn't seem to have a reaction.
Rengoku was beyond happy, he's always been concerned about the younger pillar and took it upon himself to take care of him. He loudly congratulated you both on your relationship, which of course just outed your whole relationship to everyone at the party. Shinobu kept her soft smile and clapped, thinking it was adorable and also happy for you and the young pillar. Tengen was beyond shocked, and offered to give relationship advice to his colleague. Sanemi, also barely showed a reaction. A little shocked, sure. But he also felt a little concerned. Dating as demon slayers could be really hurtful. If one of you died during a mission, then what? He knew this from experience. He didn't say anything. He tried convincing himself he didn't care, but of course, he was too kind so subconsciously he'd start looking out for the both of you more. Someone who already knew about the relationship was Gyomei, who simply let out a smile and congratulated the two of you then let out a prayer for the safety and happiness to the future of your relationship. Mitsuri, who was showing the most reaction, was squirming and jumping the whole time, as if she had been proposed to.
Someone who didn't react so positively though was Zenitsu, his eyes were filled with scorn, almost shedding tears of jealousy towards the newly outted couple. How can someone like Muichiro score before him??? He let his jealousy be known; Tanjiro who was sitting next to him had to knock him out to not make the two of you uncomfortable. Speaking of Tanjiro, he felt relieved about Muichiro finding someone he loved. Yes, he'd definitely buy you and Muichiro a congratulation gift.
If you were to be overwhelmed by everyone's reaction, Muichiro would've taken notice of this and gladly take your hand then take you away to a quieter place. Though the people at the table would be confused seeing Muichiro drag you away.
As for the aftermath, Muichiro was so used to not showing any affection in public that he forgot that your relationship is NOT secret anymore... But, he definitely felt more comfortable to be able to be affectionate towards you.
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doll~
pairing: leejeong x reader
pronouns: none used
genre: heavily suggestive themes, smut
wc: 736
summary: jeonghyeon really needs more self control (lmao no he doesn't)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLEASE!!!!!
tw/tags: plot where? flirting, implied nudity, kisses, making out, lap sitting, hair pulling, name calling (doll), fingering, riding, choking, pre-negotiated safeword/signal, leejeongs a lil wild but v soft for u
a/n for 🐺 anon ty for sharing the dream that inspired this short, spicy and spontaneous fic and for @yunacoeur bc our little leejeong obsessed squad won’t be complete without your hype energy ily both 💜 enjoy this fic and the lil mood board I made to destroy our sanity. I hope you dream of him tonight!
You’re in bed when he gets home.
It’s late. He’s missed you. You’re all sleepy and soft and fuzzy around the edges, whining as the light from the hallway filters in when he opens the door.
“Leejeong-yah!” God, he hates it when you call him that. (He really doesn’t)
“I’m home.” He announces.
“Yeah, no shit.” You groan, sitting up, running a hand through your mussed up hair.
His response promptly goes flying out the window along with the rest of his sanity.
You’re wearing his shirt. And what looks like absolutely nothing else. Jeonghyeon takes a deep breath. He needs to control himself. Really, if he lost his shit everytime you did something like this, he’d literally have a heart attack.
Still his eyes wander down to the sliver of skin between the hem of his shirt and the sheets. You shift a little as he stays quiet. Oh, you’re definitely not wearing anything else.
“Jeonghyeonie?”
“Hmmm?..” No, he’s definitely not moving closer, his legs just have a mind of their own, is all.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” He says absentmindedly. Oh look, he’s on the bed now.
“Like…this…” You’re suddenly faint, he’s right in front of you, his legs bracketing your bare ones, his arms more or less pinning you against the bed frame.
Okay, maybe Jeonghyeon’s a little crazy right now but who can blame him when you look like that? Cheeks flushed, gaze bashfully trying to avoid his. Well that won’t do.
The edges of his mouth quirk upwards, just a little, before his hand is tilting your chin up and his lips meet yours. It lingers, sweet and needy and just leejeong. He pulls away briefly just to say”
“I missed you.” And then he’s kissing you again, hotter and hungrier. You can’t help as your fingers fly to his hair, tugging at the strands.
Jeonghyeon snaps, a hand snaking around your waist and flipping you over so he’s leaning against the bed frame, you on his lap. His shirt is all rucked up, exposing your bare thighs and well, everything. He runs his fingers over your skin reverently, leaving goosebumps in his wake, all the heat pooling between your legs where he’s pressed, firm and straining.
“Pretty doll.” He murmurs and you whimper, just a little. Jeonghyeon doesn’t even bother to undress, slicking up his fingers and opening you up for him, other hand cupping the back of your neck to hold you close.
“You’re so good for me.” He praises as you get shaky, hands gripping to the back of his shirt as his fingers send jolts of heat up your spine.
Your boyfriend can’t help but call your name as he slides in, saying it like a prayer, holding onto your hips for dear life as he breathes heavily, jaw clenching. Then, he wraps one hand loosely around your throat and pauses. Jeonghyeon looks at you, a tentative question.
“Okay?” You nod. “You know that I’ll stop if you tell me to stop?” Another clear nod. “And if you can’t talk?” You give him the signal you agreed on. “Okay I’ll-”
Fingers tighten around your neck and you gasp as he coaxes your hips up only for gravity to bring them back down. Both of your breaths stutter, your more than his. He’s slow at first, glancing up every few seconds to check on you. But soon, his pace becomes frantic and you can only cry out faintly, warm fingers cutting off your airflow.
“You feel…” He whispers into your ear, almost as overwhelmed by the sensation as you were. “You’re doing well, doll.” You swear you nearly white out from that alone.
Later, concerned hands carefully run over the red marks around your neck. You’re blissed out and boneless, lying on top of him, his chest still heaving.
“Good?” He asks like it’s your first time, so tentative that you can only smile.
“Very good.” You breathe out. You’re warm and cleaned up, having changed out of his soiled shirt into another one, still his of course. He’s in his pajamas too, hair still a little damp from the bath you both took.
“Goodnight Leejeongie~” You murmur as you doze off. Jeonghyeon closes his eyes.
If he lost his shit everytime you did something, he’d definitely have a heart attack by now. But sometimes, you know? That didn’t seem too bad.
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See No Dumbass, Hear No Dumbass (Bob Floyd x Reader)
Summary: You guys thought it would be a good idea to take Bob's sister, Aly, to The Hard Deck for some much needed downtime, but you guys learn very quickly on she has neither the time nor the patience for dumbasses
Tagging: @sallyandjack Hailee my love, I apologize that this is so overdue but I hope you'll enjoy it either way. Have a very, very happy New Year my friend
The Hard Deck was starting to get crowded with everyone starting to come in for the New Year's Day celebrations. New Year's Eve had been no less of an eventful night with you and Bob practically making out once the clock had struck midnight.
"Good God I need a drink," his sister Aly signed from the backseat of the truck.
"You want a Dirty Pirate when we get there?" Bob asked her.
"Literally anything at this point," Aly replied with a laugh.
You laughed as you watched them banter back and forth. Thank God both you and Bob had taken up ASL when you did. Aly had been one of the best teachers you could have asked for and it had especially served you well seeing as you had a hard-of-hearing first grader enter your class in the lower grades at the local Steiner school you taught at.
"Thank God it's not as crazy as last night," you sighed, pulling Bob's truck into the parking lot space close to the building. "I thought I was gonna scream trying to get outta here."
"Almost everybody at this point has a hangover sweetheart," Bob chuckled as he helped you and his sister out.
Into the bar you went with all its familiar sights, sounds and smells of drinks being made, food being served and raucous chatter and laughter filling the whole place. To you and Bob, The Hard Deck felt like your Hogwarts or your Camp Half Blood with your best memories having been made right here with all your friends and family.
"Oh look who it is!" Penny greeted excitedly. "Two siblings in khaki and one of the best teachers ever!"
You had to laugh as you, Bob and his sister seated yourselves at the bar. "What'll it be guys?" Penny asked.
"Devil's Purse if you don't mind," Bob answered politely.
"Do you still have that grapefruit and vodka mix from last night?" you asked.
"Absolutely," Penny answered. "And for the other pilot?"
"Dirty Pirate if you can," Aly signed.
"You got it honey," Penny answered.
As soon as Penny had gotten your drinks, she slid the laminated menus your way before the rest of the squad made their way in. All around it was huge hugs and excited remarks as the rest of the Daggers took their seats close by you both.
"Oh my Lord if it ain't Baby On Board's sister!" Jake signed to Aly.
"Hey you're getting better at this, dumbass," she replied with a laugh.
"Stop," Jake insisted.
Everybody joked back and forth about the goings on in their lives, their hopes and aspirations for the new year and of course about upcoming vacation plans.
"Hey, hey honey?" somebody asked. "Can you move? You're in my spot."
Aly gave her a confused look, crunching her eyebrows together.
"The hell's the matter with you?" the girl asked again.
"Well, if it didn't occur to you, Regina George," Jake answered, his words dripping with sarcasm. "She's deaf."
"I wasn't talking to you asshole," the girl informed him, nastily.
"Can I help you bitch?" Aly asked her.
"I'm sorry what?"
"She said, 'can I help you bitch?'" Jake laughed.
"Excuse me?!"
"You fuckin heard me!" Aly shot right back.
The whole bar went a little quiet as Aly and the aptly named "Regina George" in front of her, went at it with Jake translating the insults on Aly's behalf.
"Oh shit," Penny hissed.
"I hope we don't have to break up a fight," you said, wincing.
"Three.......two.......one......." Bob counted down.
One last insult from the dumb bitch down in front had been the last straw for Aly, the two of them lunging at each other and falling straight to the floor near the bar. People jumped back when they went at it, the fight so intense that you and Bob thought you could hear a pair of cats meowing angrily.
"Get her!"
"Get her Aly!"
"Beat the shit outta her Aly!"
There was a collective "OOOOH!" throughout the bar when a shoe went flying halfway around the room. And it was only then that Penny had signaled for Jake, Bob and Rooster to break it up. Aly willingly took her place back at the bar and fixed her hair, but the bitch that had insulted her, ran out with the two lackeys she had come in with, looking like an utter mess.
"Sorry about the fight Penny," Aly apologized.
"Nah honey, it's all good," Penny responded. "Not the worst I've ever seen."
You, Bob and the others all went back to your dinner and drinks, both proud and scared shitless of your sister-in-law.
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Characters: Peter Parker, Mary-Jane “MJ” Watson, Harry Osborn, Miles Morales
Type: Headcanons
Synopsis: General headcanons for the main protagonists of Insomniac’s Spider Man 2 on PS5.
Warnings: probs some cursing somewhere, and ofc spoilers for the spiderman 2 game! You’ve been warned!!!
A/N: This game is definitely up there as one of the best games I’ve seen/played in 2023, so it wouldn’t be right for me to go into 2024 and still not have much written for it; so I’m correcting that! Take this as a spoiler for those who have not finished playing the game/watching a full gameplay of it to the end.
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Peter Parker
Oh poor Peter, he’s just got so much going on. With Aunt May and the house, him tryna find a stable job, his relationship with MJ, and now prioritizing his friendship with Harry, he’s being pulled in so many different directions it’s honestly dizzying!
There’s so much going on in his life that I wouldn’t be too surprised if he developed some anxiety around it. Like we know Peter for being this quirky, goofy kid who’s got hella jokes and can rock your ass in a science test, but when he’s alone, the turbulence of his life gets to him a little. And it’s not like he can let anyone really know - he’s Spiderman for crying out loud! If he goes down, who knows how the rest will take it.
And of course the Venom Symbiote doesn't make things any better - Pete’s whole acting like an ass thing wasn’t intentional by no means necessary, but I think that would also play into his anxiety as well. He doesn’t want to ever hurt his friends the way he did with that symbiote in him - they’re the last thing he has.
On a completely not depressing note, I feel like having the house to himself gives Peter the opportunity to really figure out his own aesthetic. Sure, he’s the cute nerdy heartthrob guy, but he wants to expand himself! I feel like he wouldn’t be into the super modern high tech home decor that’s been sweeping through every interior designers palette - I see him as a mix of warm country house vibes (courtesy of Aunt May), with a hint of the technological advantages that he’d implement into certain appliances and spaces (*coughcough* at home lab *coughcough*) and a finishing touch of midcentury modern for a pop of color….it won’t stop him from being a bit of a slob though unfortunately.
Mary-Jane “MJ” Watson
If i were her I’d be one critique away from giving Mr. J.J.Jameson a taste of his own desk, because oh my god the self-centeredness he possesses makes me want to vomit. But it’s a good thing I’m not, and our darling redhead angel has enough patience to deal with him for the sake of a bag - I applaud her for that.
I know a lot of people don’t like the MJ segments in the game but i actually appreciate them! Shows that she’s not just a pretty face that Pete falls in love with you know? And I like to think she actually likes the moments she gets to take down the Hunters because it makes her feel like a badass - which she totally is!
As a destresser from being a prime member of the Spider Team (yes, I’m claiming them as the Spider Team since Spider Squad is already taken) and her journalism job, I’d like to think she’s into something so niche like jewelry making - specifically little charm bracelets that she gifts to the others. Yknow, on some ‘friendship lasts forever’ type shit.
Also in her freetime she has writing projects on the side that she wouldn’t consider viable enough to send in as a story, but just fun little stories she’ll write for the hell of it. There’s nothing too specific about them, but they also serve as a way to track how her writing is progressing, and she’s in a group of beta readers of sorts that give her feedback on how much better she’s getting.
Another poor boy that just has way too much on his hands, good lord. Granted, I never saw the hype around Harry, but I think after this adaptation of him I might be warming up to him a little bit.
Harry Osborn
Getting on the bandwagon of adopting new hobbies, I see Harry as getting into drawing, especially during the period in which he doesn’t have the suit. Since his health is deteriorating and he isn’t able to be as mobile as he would like, he needs something to keep his mind and hands busy. And drawing does the trick for him. He starts off with just basic drawings like items in his room, but he advances very quickly and starts drawing portraits of himself and MJ, who spends a lot of time taking care of him. He symbalso sketches a picture of him and Peter when they were in highschool over and over again, especially when he runs out of muses.
Harry also spends a lot of his time thinking. Thinking about his life thus far, his friends, the legacy he wants to leave behind. He doesn’t just want his last name attached to something to make it great - he wants to earn his keep and his place in society. It was the whole reason he started the Emily-May Foundation; it would have been his mark on the world, and yet, here he was, tied down to his bed once again. Then again, who knows if the symbiote would have done the same to himself, had he let his own convictions get too far?
Considering what happens at the end of the game, though, I suppose we won’t ever know…until the next installment that is.
Miles Morales
Why are there so many poor boys in this game? Like I got enough sympathy to go around but Jesus save these guys!!!
He is a HEAVY romantic, especially when it comes to Hailey (so so SO happy he got his girl in the end was rooting for them so hard in his game). He plans their dates according to the mode and vibe of the day, whatever the two are feeling, whatever is mentioned in fleeting conversations, etc. He’s in love and proud of it!
He’s getting better at dividing up the attention to the important people in his life, as well as school and his Spiderman duties. Sundays are for him and his mom to lounge in their pajamas and catch up with each other on the weeks events; he hangs with Ganke throughout the week and sometimes goes out with him to science expo’s every now and then. He’ll pop up on Hailey whenever she’s in the neighborhood and just sits and chills with her (and if she’s working on a street piece, even better! He’s her no. 1 supporter!)
He, Peter and Ganke get into rubix cubes competitions to see who can complete the rubix cube the fastest. Right now Ganke is ranked number one and Peter and Miles are tied for second place, but they’re getting another, more difficult cube to compete again soon.
He’s got a big heart, and knowing the effects of everything that’s happened with Harry, Miles makes it a point to check in with Peter every now and then. He’s lowkey worried that if the older Spiderman’s worry for his best friend doesn’t do him in, then somehow the effects of the Venom symbiote on Peter’s psyche will turn him cold again, and that doesn’t end well at all. He does this well with MJ, and they talk frequently on how they can be better support for Pete and Harry in the aftermath of everything that’s happened.
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Heya 👀💅
Ok ok SO i got a little prompt if you’re interested. Just some really emotional character interaction 🥰
Imagine Spider getting hit in action while the recom group, in the dark forests of Pandora, was trying to fend against the hungry, desperate wildlife (maybe a pack of starving viperwolves). The recombinants hear Spider yelp and then turn around to see him holding his side, blood oozing from between his fingers.
Quaritch’s paternal instincts are going completely haywire because this is a parent’s worst nightmare, and as the squad chases away the remaining predators, Ja tends to the kid and contracts Bridgehead to send a ship to a closer location where they could meet up.
What follows is an agonisingly long hour of flying on the ikran as Spider gets progressively more delirious, digging his nails into Miles’s arm and sobbing as he turns into the softest dad ever because this might the last time they speak (it’s not, he gets help and survives obv but it’s the ✨panic✨ that matters 😈)
Oh god imagine Spider going “Dad…’m cold…”
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Gunfire fell like rain around him. Spider’s breath caught in his throat as each round fired past him - mini explosions detonating in his ears. The moss was cool underfoot and the bark was rough against his back, but Spider wasn’t aware of any of it crouching for protection behind the tree trunk. Shouts from the recoms and yelps from the enraged viperwolfs filled his ears as he hid from the line of fire, desperately hoping that the creatures would retreat - knowing they wouldn’t.
The squad had unknowingly disturbed a pack of them when Fike decided to try hunting a nearby yerik. He’d been unaware that the animal was also being stalked by a pack that hadn’t eaten in days, vicious for their meal. Unable to fend the whole pack off by himself, Fike had run back to camp for back up, leading them straight to the sleeping campmates. Without his bow, and mixed up in the stench of RDA equipment and clothing, the wolves hadn’t been able to distinguish Spider as a friend amongst foes. And so he was gasping for breath, hidden from the recoms and also, he hoped, the wolves.
A pause in the gunfire made Spider look behind him.
“Spread out!” Quaritch shouted.
“Push left, they’re circling round…” That sounded like Prager.
He considered running out from the tree and back to the centre of camp, but just then, the familiar gleam of yellow eyes in the dark stilled him. The reflective orbs belonged to a female viperwolf, twenty feet away and stalking him, pressed low to the ground. She was getting slowly closer, her gaze locked on him. Her mouth was curled in a snarl and slobbering hungrily. Spider didn’t have long. She was going to attack.
He had a split second to decide, knowing that if he stayed where he was, he would be nantang food for sure. Fear swelled in his stomach, manifesting in his quicker breaths and sweaty palms. For a moment, he stared at the animal, and the animal stared back, before he threw himself off the grass and out from the tree, intending to sprint back to camp and get behind someone with a gun.
Then, several things happened at once. He caught sight of Quaritch and the rest of the squad, rifles raised and fingers on triggers, trained on the treeline - right where he was. He just met eyes with the Colonel before he felt it. A ripping, searing, bolting pain straight through his side.
The world stilled. He felt sick.
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Eyes on Me
Masterlist:
Simon has other plans when you try to give him a haircut.
Tags: Smut/Power Kink/Mask Kink/Size Kink/Authority/Dominance Kink/Soft Simon
Additional Tags: Carried-away smut, creampie, rough sex, brief knifeplay.
Word count: 2,896 - Oopsies! Not! I can't help I got carried away, but I'm sure you don't mind. ;)
"Eyes on me, darling. Eyes on me."
"Afternoon, hun." Soap nodded as he and Ghost entered your area. You were a head charge nurse who tended to the 1-4-1 and had been with them for several months now.
You and Ghost had been "affiliated" with each other for quite some time now, however, you both could admit that it was very hard for either one of you to keep it a secret. You hated it, really. You wanted everyone to know about the man you were so proud of.
Well, you at least thought it was a secret...
The entire squad had a pretty good idea that you and Ghost had a thing going on. Though nobody said anything about it, nor questioned Simon himself on it, it was obvious in the looks you exchanged once you saw each other.
You hadn't seen Ghost nor Soap for a few days. And to be honest, you commented that Soap needed some soap by how rough he looked, but he always managed to keep his mohawk tidy. After all, it was his signature haircut.
As for Ghost, well, he liked to keep his hair relatively short but had been keeping his hair longer on the top to where it faded into a slight buzz at his nape. All because you had made a compliment about it when he had wanted to cut it all off. It wasn't like nobody was going to see it anyway...
But he kept it because he remembered you saying how nice he looked with longer hair on the top.
You two look like you've been rolling in mud." You scoffed, glancing over them.
"Ay, maybe we have," Soap smirked. "Your boy here got himself shot-"
"Shot?" You raised a brow.
"Yeah, grazed his shoulder. Nothin' lodged."
Thank God.
"Also told him he'd be dead if he died before you got the chance to bandage him up." He added, a gleam of tease in his eye.
Oh, Soap knew about you two.
After all, he and Ghost were best friends.
"I just have a few scratches. Nothin' to patch me up this time, dear. I'll just take some bandages if you got any?"
You scoffed, "Of course I have bandages, but you need to clean any open wounds before bandaging anything. You know better."
Soap nodded, "Ay."
"I mean it. You're a grown man. I'm not your mother."
"That much is clear." He teased, laughing as you shook your head as you proceeded to retrieve bandages for him, unaware that Ghost had let himself glance at your rear that those scrub pants hugged so nicely. Fucking hell.
He forced himself to ignore the sudden arousal he had towards you, knowing he'd never hear the end of it if he made it obvious that he was head over heels in love with you, but nobody needed to know... yet.
"Here you go," You said as you handed him a fresh pack of gauze and a small tube of Neosporin. "You should probably find a shower first before you put this on," You continued as you poked at him by curling your nose. "And please, for the love of God, take a shower and live up to your name before an enemy smells us out."
Ghost muffled a chuckle.
"If I wanted this type of abuse I'd just stay out with this bloke." He replied, nodding his head towards Ghost.
You shook your head, "Yeah, yeah, go on. Get out of here. I have another child to babysit."
Soap smirked, "I'm sure you do. Night, you two."
You and Ghost shared a glance as you watched Soap exit the room. "Have a seat, Sir," You pointed. "I have work to do."
He did as he was told, removing the bulky gear that he carried, aside from the pistol on his leg holster and vest. The rest was on the nearby table. He watched as you washed your hands before putting on a fresh set of latex gloves before approaching him with a kit to clean up his wound. "I need to see it." You said, pointing to his obviously injured shoulder.
"There's no bullet. Just clipped me." He huffed.
"I still need to clean it. You don't need to deal with an infection on top of what you're already having to deal with."
"I can keep it clean."
You arched your brow, "I won't tell you again."
Or what? He thought, the taunt poking at his mind.
His demeanor softened for you. And you only. You helped him out of his vest and gently moved the fabric of his shirt away from his right shoulder. You forced yourself to ignore how broad it was and how the mound of muscle formed this mountain of a man, but again, you forced the arousing thoughts from your mind. "This might sting a bit."
"Don't care."
You scoffed, feeling him wince under your healing touch.
Once you had cleaned the wound of debris and dirt, you patched his shoulder nicely, omitting the feeling of his gloved hand sneaking between your thighs, grabbing the side of your knee firmly. "Not without a kiss first, Simon." You said, knowing that saying his name would get his attention and get it fast. His head snapped up towards you, his blonde eyelashes falling with every blink of his grey eyes.
He wore his second favorite covering: the skull print on the black balaclava, giving you a better view of his eyes. You liked this view, but his actual face was much better than his preferred concealment.
His gesture softened as he let you remove the balaclava without hesitation like he did the first time he ever let you remove it. His hair was longer than usual and his usual scruff was turning into a short beard. It suited him, though, but he needed a haircut and he knew it.
You ran your fingers through his strands as you rewarded him with a much-needed kiss. His lips were hot with need and his breath was coated with the smell of his favorite mints he liked to chew when he had downtime. You ignored the smear of black concealing paint on your nose as you continued to look at his hair, "You need a haircut, Sir." She said, exactly reading his mind.
"Do I?" He replied.
You nodded.
"Then what's stopping you?"
He sat obediently in the chair that you had moved to the sink, using the extending wand to wash his hair, cutting shears nearby as his hair had grown a few extra inches as he had skipped a couple of due haircuts. He grew bored with being in a vulnerable position but didn't move as he tolerated the boredom because of you. He was a man that didn't like to be still. Opening his eyes, he looked up at you, smirking curtly as your tongue peered from between your lips in concentration as you scrubbed at his scalp. He wouldn't lie and say it didn't feel good.
You hadn't noticed nor felt his gaze on you.
As you bent over him to continue washing his hair after the cut and treat him with a nice shampoo (you knew he didn't put this much effort into his hair because he always kept his entire face hidden 99% of the time), his left hand snuck up to pull down on the v-neck to get a better view of your breasts. You giggled, playfully swatting his hand away before you felt his hands resting on your thighs.
You blotted his wet hair with a fresh towel, feeling him sit up to continue his pursuit of exploring your body. His gloved hands found their way under the hem of your shirt, moving upward at a slow pace as the leather pads of the gloves left goosebumps on your skin. "Simon." You whispered, the towel still soaking up the water from his hair as you were too stunned to do anything else.
He didn't respond but moved to where he guided you onto his lap, his right hand securing your thigh to where it wasn't near his weapon to ensure your safety, even though he had subtly put the safety on in the middle of his caress.
His lips pressed against the hot skin of your neck, leaving traces of the black camouflage cream on your skin when his nose pressed against it. It was a more...softer way of marking his territory.
You couldn't help but run your fingers through his fresh locks, tugging at the roots gently before gasping sharply - he had lifted your shirt up to expose your chest to him completely, pleased to see how you wore a nice bra for him.
He kissed the top of each breast gently, cupping underneath them as if they were made of glass that couldn't be broken.
You began your own trail of kisses, planting a hot kiss below his ear, hearing his sexual hiss in frustration as he tightened his grip on your hips. "You staying the night again?" He asked gruffly, regarding your schedule.
"Here all week." You replied.
"Good."
"Why?"
"So I won't feel bad when I cut these off of you." He replied, removing one of his tactical knives from his belt and bringing it up behind you, his right hand securely between the fabric of your scrub pants and your skin as his left hand cut the fabric in two, sure to not cut your skin, knowing damn well he would cut himself before he did you.
"Simon! Those are my good pants!" You frowned.
"I'll buy you new ones." He replied, putting the knife away before using his hands to finish the job, a satisfying rip! filling the sexual tension in the room. And here you were, fully bare and exposed in front of him. You couldn't help but press your chest against his as you arched your back at the feeling of his gloved hands on your ass, rubbing your buttocks softly before his left hand smacked the flesh hard, causing you to gasp.
He was pleased to discover you were wearing a thong underneath. Bloody fucking hell.
He couldn't take it anymore. The forced days of abstinence and not being able to see you had him absolutely feral for your touch. Truly, he didn't care if he didn't get to have sex with you at all for the remainder of his tour - he just wanted to be around you. To touch you, to kiss you, to hold you. Sex was just a bonus.
And you're damn right he'd take his time when sex came into play.
He effortlessly stood to his feet with you in his grasp, your legs now wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the nearby table. You laid back, embracing the cold surface on your back as you caught your breath. The wetness between your thighs couldn't go unhelped as Simon was a master of the source for your arousal. All he had to do was literally anything to get you wet. Even if it was just him standing there. You were feral.
The vice grip the man had on you was unreal.
He easily removed the remaining fabric that were once your pants from your legs, curling his index finger around the front of your thong, pulling it to the side as he loved seeing that pretty hot core waiting for him, glistening for his entry - like a neon sign that caught his eye.
Only for him.
The arousal behind his zipper was becoming uncomfortable at the sight below him. The silence was loud as you anticipated feeling his entry any second now...
And then...
"Ghost. Copy?"
You giggled at his frustration, bringing it upon yourself to rest your right foot on his shoulder, the warmth of his hand grasping around your ankle, pressing a kiss to the side of your calf before he replied "Yes, sir." before sliding the balaclava back over his head, prepared to stop what he was doing to tend to his duties, even though he really, really hoped that it was just something without priority right now.
"Meant to tell you that we're needed on the tarmac at 06:00." Soap said over the radio.
"Yes, sir." He didn't give a fuck as to what awaits the next morning. All he wanted was you, right now, at that very moment.
"I'm going to kill that motherfucker -- always finding a way to interrupt me." He grumbled.
"You know you love 'em." You replied, the light in the room enhancing his blonde eyelashes as his concealed face looked back at you, down on the table, open and ready for him as he continued his gestures. He slowly began to pull your thong to the side, not caring enough to remove it completely as it took away from the time he had to enter you.
You looked at him after feeling the warmth from his body between your legs, anticipating his entry desperately as a glisten of slick seeped from your folds. All fucking mine.
He entered you slowly, a low and muffled groan escaping from the confines of his balaclava as he looked down to where you were joined, thrusting slowly and ensuring his length was nice and wet from your generous punctuality before sheathing himself completely.
He savored the feeling as if it were the first, pulling back out completely before sliding back in, careful to not rut too hard in fear of causing you discomfort, but oh, it was always a white-hot pain when he entered you. In a good way, of course.
The harder he thrust, the more you started to inch across the table. To keep you from getting away from him, he gripped the area between the cups of your bra, pulling downward to keep you in place.
You reached for his free hand. Gloved or not, it was on its way to your mouth. His forearms were exposed - his veins protruding and coursing with fresh blood as his testosterone peaked in this dominating position. The pads of your fingers traced those veins, admiring the strength behind the 6'4" mountain of a man between your legs, wondering how many throats that hand had been around, crushing their tracheas so easily but yet he handles yours with softness and warmth.
You ended up removing the glove from his hand, taking the tip of his index finger between your lips, and pressing a kiss there as if you were rewarding it. The rest of his fingers curled lazily against your jawbone, his other hand having a firm grip on your bra as his thrusts began to get rougher with your encouragement.
You then gripped his wrist hard as you turned your head, squeezing your eyes shut at the sudden whisp of what felt like electricity coursing through your abdomen. Simon took notice of this, tightening his fingers against your jawbone and forcing your face to look back at his.
He now shifted his weight between your legs to be completely on you, his left hand now pinning your hip to the table. "Eyes on me, darling. Eyes on me."
You couldn't help but moan at his demand, doing exactly as you're told. You gripped either side of his covered face with your hands before trailing them to the back of his neck and down his shoulders, digging crescents into the newly found skin as your fingers burrowed under the fabric of his shirt. "Do that again." His muffled voice vibrated against your neck.
You did just that. This time, moving upwards as you did so, sure to leave faint scratch marks on his back. "Harder."
Surely it would hurt him, but he wanted you to mark him as your own. Just like he was about to mark you.
Suddenly, you dug your nails even harder into his back, hearing a satisfying groan escape the confines of the balaclava as his free hand snuck to where you were joined, his index finger slowly and steadily circling that sensitive and swollen bundle of nerves. His breath became heavy, matching yours as his hips went to a more steady rhythm, the lateral position of your body on the table causing him to curl upwards into you naturally as your legs tightened around his waist.
You went to kiss the exposed skin on his shoulder, tightening your core to accommodate the intense wave of your orgasm, your legs shaking against his waist as his orgasm was soon to follow. Your eyes couldn't help but flutter shut briefly, enjoying the intense release.
This action didn't go unnoticed. Simon's rhythm intensified, indicating that he was close. He then removed his hand from your hot core, his bare skin now in contact with the soft flesh of your face, gently, yet firmly grasping your chin, watching your eyes flutter back open before slowly slipping his index finger between your lips, watching you taste yourself willingly. "Eyes on me." He reminded.
His release came intensely, feeling like he was filling you to the hilt of his spend, sure to mark you in every way he could as his thrusts slowed to an eventual stop, keeping himself inside of you while he had time to pepper hot kisses to your blotched chest.
"I don't know how you can breathe behind that mask." You commented, out of breath.
"I'm used to it, sweetheart."
"I hope you're meaning in combat."
"Of course."
#simonghostriley#call of duty#cod mw2 smut#call of duty modern warfare 2#mw2#ghost riley#ghostcod#simon riley fic#simonrileyogstory#simon riley drabble#simon riley x you
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𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 18: 𝓜𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬
ITS MY FAVORITE BOY AGAIN 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍
NOBODY EVEN SPEAAAAAK OMG MY BABYYYY 😍😍❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
I had to throw Lee Finral in there… Oopsies.
Oh no! Angst queen struck again and made it h/c! Whatever will you do?!
Anyways. Welcome back to tkcember. We’re about halfway through these fics. I’ve got 9 left after this.
—this do have some tickles below the cut ngl—
Tags: @chrimsss @giggly-squiggily @rachi-roo
It was no surprise that sometimes Asta got into a funk. He’s never once cried in front of his team, and he tries to stay as chipper as he can, but sometimes he just has his days.
This particular day had been absolutely horrid, with the young boy accidentally waking an hour later than he usually did. This threw his entire schedule off kilter.
He had to train twice as fast, which made his muscles sore and tender. He hobbled inside of the base, holding his sore shoulder. (2,000 swings really did a number on his dominant arms.
He missed breakfast and had to ask Charmy to cook something for him with his tail between his legs—Of course, the woman didn’t much mind, always happy to provide a meal.
He wordlessly ate his late breakfast and sighed. Maybe the rest of the day would be better?
To his dismay, it was very much not.
Asta ran his face through his hands as he took a bathroom breaks few hours later. It wasn’t fair. Why was the universe so against him? He had to hold in his anguish so he wouldn’t take out his frustrations on his teammates. He smacked his cheeks a few times and plastered on a smile.
“It’ll be okay! It’s just like a game of pretend. As long as I keep smiling, nobody will notice anything’s going wrong!” he chimed to himself in the mirror.
He finished washing his hands and exited the bathroom. His smile was painfully fake, but nobody who wasn’t focused on him would notice.
What he didn’t know is that his senior had heard his “affirmation” through the door as he passed by…
The whole squad sat down for lunch: rice, meat, and peas—courtesy of Charmy— with some almond sugar cookies for dessert—courtesy of Gordon.
Asta’s eyes lit up as he noticed the cookies; things were definitely making a turn for the better.
Anyone attentive would have easily noticed Asta’s off behavior. He was unusually quiet, and eating very carefully. (He did not want to risk dropping ANYTHING. Gods know that would likely be his last straw and he’d start crying right here and now.)
The anti-magic user finished his bowl of food and engaged in light conversation, only replying in short sentences. Finral watched his junior with a slight frown; Asta looked so uncomfortable, and had that stupid fake smile plastered on his face.
When it was time for the cookies to go around, the ash-blonde reached excitedly for one. As he brought it up to his mouth, it cracked in half and fell on the ground.
All eyes turned to look at him in confusion. Normally, he would’ve whined and reached for another one, but the boy’s chest was heaving a bit as his lip wobbled.
‘Not good’ Finral thought as he opened a tiny portal near his waist. The other end of the portal appeared at the same height on Asta’s side.
As tears pricked the corners of the anti-magic user’s eyes, they were quickly blinked away as a squeak left his lips. A pinch to his side had brought him back to reality. “Aaaaaa! I dropped it! Gimme another one! Please please pleeeeeease!!” He had tried acting like he normally did and made grabby hands at Noelle, who promptly scoffed and put one directly between his teeth. “fenk yew!”
The spatial mage smiled. Mission accomplished.
Asta ate the cookie happily, and Finral could tell that it instantly improved his mood a bit. Though, as his senior, he couldn’t help but be a bit mischievous… The brunette waited until the boy had finished chewing then opened another portal. He skittered his fingers across Asta’s stomach.
The ash-blonde giggled and slapped a hand over his mouth, glaring daggers at his senior. Finral smiled innocently at him, waving with the hand that was not currently tickling the boy.
“What are you doing?” he hissed, “this is so nohohot fahahair!”
Finral held a finger to his lips and grinned sweetly. He let two fingers pinch around the anti-magic user’s torso. Asta rested his head on the table as he giggled quietly.
Vanessa cocked an eyebrow at the resident feral child being uncharacteristically quiet. Her gaze shifted to Finral, whom she noticed had his hand through a hidden portal. She smiled in realization as she saw Asta’s shoulders heaving with laughter; Finral really was a really sweet guy.
The brunette snaked his hand under Asta’s grey tee shirt and traced his fingers up and down the swordsman’s sides and middle.
“Fihihihinrahahal.” The ash-blonde whined sotto voce, “Ihihihit tihihihickles!”
“What did you say, idiot?” Noelle quipped, turning her attention to him. It was at that point that she noticed the portal, and Asta’s giggling figure. Her face flushed as she went quiet. Asta looked… adorable like this!
“Fihihihinrahahal- plehehehease.”
Noelle looked at Finral until he caught her eye. She looked around the table to make sure all other parties were distracted before pointing to her own underarms.
The spatial mage smiled and shot her a wink of understanding. He mirrored the girl’s actions, taking notice of how many were watching. It seemed that Vanessa, Noelle, and Gordon had caught on and were spectating his little game.
Now, Finral was not an evil person; there wasn’t a lick of malice in his body. But he had to get Asta back for not respecting his authority all of those times… He had to find a way to get everyone to notice how giggly the ash-blonde had become.
It was time to go for the kill. He opened another portal and snaked his other hand under the boy’s shirt, bringing both up to tickle under his arms.
Asta squealed loudly and sank in his chair as he giggled helplessly. “Fihihihinrahahahal! Stahahahappihihihit!”
“Ey, Wheels, what’re you doin’ to the kid?” Yami asked, standing up and walking to the spatial mage.
“Nothing sir! I’m not sure what’s going on!” The brunette feigned innocence, trying to hide the portals he had made with the rest of his body.
“Ohhhh so that’s what’s happening?” Yami Cheshire grinned, “Let’s see if you can take what you can dish out.”
“Yami, no! Wait, hold on! Let’s have a civil, adult conversAHAHAHAHATIOHOHOHOHON! WAHAHAHAHAIT!”
The entire squad had definitely discovered the game, unfortunately at the expense of poor Finral’s dignity. The two mages laughed helplessly as the rest watched them with smiles.
After a few minutes, both parties were completely exhausted, with Asta lasting longer than Finral… as usual… In the spatial mage’s defense, Yami was absolutely ruthless, and went for his death spot immediately.
Everyone started to clear from the table, helping Charmy to clean up—or running away from duties in Luck and Magna’s case— and rinsing the dishes off.
Finral quickly grabbed four cookies from the platter, portaling them to his nightstand for later. He scribbled a note onto a napkin and portaled it into Asta’s lap, disappearing to his room shortly after.
When the ash-blonde had gone to stand up and take a break in his room, he noticed the small napkin and opened it as he walked the halls toward his bedroom.
‘My door is always open if you wanted to tell me what’s troubling you. Sorry about earlier… I couldn’t stand to see you fake smiling and not do something about it’
The boy’s threatening tears returned to prick the corners of his eyes as he turned on his heel toward his senior’s room.
When the ash-blonde arrived, the door opened to reveal a sympathetic-looking Finral, holding a cookie in his hand. The boy fell forward into the brunette’s chest, causing him to portal the cookie to safety. He knelt down and wrapped his arms around the boy, kicking the door shut with his foot.
“Don’t hold back,” he murmured, rubbing Asta’s back reassuringly, “Tell me what’s going on, Asta. It’s okay, just cry it out…”
So, he did.
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Better than me | Jake 'Hangman' Seresin
Pairing: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Air Force!Pilot!reader (gender neutral)
Summary: Jake and his ego hurt his s/o
Word count: 1.4
Warnings: jake needing an ego check, talking about past missions, reader gets mad, someone gets slapped, alcohol, drunk hangman... and fluff at the end
A/N: Not my best work, i didn't really know how to fit the request here, cause anon wanted hangman embarassing reader in front of the squad and then fluffity fluff but... well anon, i hope you like it!
Tag list: @tayrae515 @alexxavicry @xoxabs88xox @mercurio23 @shrimping-for-all @abaker74
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Being a member of the Air Force had never been easy. You’ve faced criticism during your whole career. Look, it’s not your fault that basic training is easier for your military branch than for the rest. That didn’t make the job any easier.
You’ve been in Afghanistan several times, the last time trying to evacuate as many people as possible. It was one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do.
Right now, you’re enjoying a few days off with your boyfriend Jake and his friends. You traveled all the way to North Island to be with him and his squad, who you haven’t actually met before in person, only through FaceTime or videos that Jake sent you.
“So, Y/n, Jake didn’t tell us your call sign!” says Coyote handing you a beer. “He’s really mysterious about it.”
“Told ya, if you want to know, ask them. Not me” Jake says, sitting next to you after his turn at pool. He had enough drinks already, and you think it’s time for you to go home, but you and the squad are having such a good time that you don’t want to take away from them this bonding time after all they’ve been through these past weeks.
“It’s Falcon. Yes, like the Marvel superhero.”
“And why Falcon?” this time it is Phoenix who asks.
“I dressed as him for Halloween” you shrug.
“Bullshit. They do BASE jumping in their free time”
“What? Oh my god, Hangman, you’re dating a badass” Fanboy is already impressed by your abilities. You smile at him, he’s one of your favorite members of the Dagger squad.
“Well, you have to look for a bit of action outside the job when working in the Air Force, you know?” Jake says, making every member of his squad stop moving and look at him, with widened eyes.
“Oh yeah?” you ask, leaving your beer at the bar. “How so?”
“C’mon, babe. You fly people to the target and then go back to base. It’s like being a commercial pilot” he says, laughing. You hope he’s joking because it’s not funny to disrespect your job like that.
“All right, I think we should get ready to leave. Why don’t we go to that dinner we went to last week?” Payback tries to stop the argument when he sees the look in your eyes, but you’re not going to stay quiet. Not today. And it doesn’t matter how drunk he is.
“Do you remember I went to Afghanistan and rescued thousands of people?” you cross your arms, standing in front of him.
“You know a drone could have done that same job?” he retorts.
“Says the man whose only air-to-air kill was a museum piece from the Korean War. Well, at least you have new material to use now, with that fifth-gen fighter” You can be mad at him right now, but you have to admit that he is a good pilot. Nothing can take that away from him. Even him being an asshole right now.
“Well, at least I’ll still have a job in three years. What about you, honey? Will you still have a job?”
The slap can be heard in every corner of the room. Penny, who had been serving drinks, turns around to find the source, and it’s a bit flabbergasted to see it was you who has slapped a man. And your man, to be more precise.
“Guys, it’s been an honor to meet you at last, but I think it’s time for me to go” you pull the keys of Jake’s house out of your pocket and throw them to the owner. “I’m staying at a hotel tonight”
“Babe, it was a joke. C’mon, don’t be like that!” Rooster stops Hangman from chasing after you. “Bradshaw, let me go”
“Not tonight, buddy. You sober up, and you talk to them tomorrow”
It takes Jake a few hours to find you the next day, but he finally finds your car parked outside one of the hotels next to the base. You are not answering his calls, not even his messages and he’s worried he had fucked up for good the most important thing in his life: your relationship.
See, he’s not going to lie. He is a fucking idiot and an asshole when he gets drunk. That’s why, usually, Rooster stops him from drinking too much, just so they don’t get into trouble for his behavior. He is always trying to prove that he is better than the rest of the world when he has a few more drinks than he should. He remembers how he said a month ago, how Maverick needed an ego check.
Now he’s absolutely and completely certain that the one who needs it, it’s himself.
He walks into the hotel, just in time to see you returning the keys to your room. You haven’t seen him yet, but he can see enough of your face to know that he has hurt you more than you would ever confess. He can see the heartbreak written all over your face.
There was only one thing that hurt you more than anything, and it was people discrediting your job. And Hangman doesn’t know if he can make it up to you.
When you turn around, you’re ready to just walk past him and leave him there, but then you realize what he’s wearing, and you think it’s the most ridiculous thing ever.
“Where did you get that from?” you ask, signaling to his blue t-shirt. It has ‘Proud Air Force Boyfriend’ written in white letters.
“I bought it a while back, actually. I just didn’t have the chance to wear it before” he says.
“Do you mean it or is it just because you don’t want me to be mad anymore?”
He raises a finger, and then pulls a cap from the back pocket of his jeans. It has your call sign embroidered in the front, with the Air Force logo. “I was planning on wearing this after you came back from your last mission, but I was deployed and well…”
You sigh, knowing that you won’t be able to stay mad at him for much longer. “Jake, what you said… it really hurt”
“I know, babe, I know. I was drunk, and I tried to make your job seem less important than mine because I think you’re better than me. Better than any of us. How many times have you been deployed? And you had your fair share of terrible experiences. But you wake up every morning, you smile, and you go to save the world, one day more at a time. And I… I take down aircrafts from the Korean War”
“It was from the Cold War, babe” you correct him.
“See? I hurt your feelings and here you are trying to make me feel better. I don’t deserve you”
“No, you probably don’t. But I love you, and you are out in public with an air force supporting t-shirt in a hotel that is surrounded by relatives of naval aviators. And they’re all looking at you”
Jake looks at the people in the lobby, but he couldn’t care less. “Darlin', the only person I want to look at me, it’s you. Let me make it up to you, please” he is practically begging.
“Well, hmmm…. You’re gonna make me a big breakfast”
“You haven’t eaten breakfast yet? Honey have you seen the ho-”
“I’m telling you the things you need to do if you want to get kisses again from me, you sure want to discuss the lack of food in my body right now?”
“Nope. Go on, please”
“Well. Breakfast in bed because I couldn’t sleep last night without you. Then, we’re going to see Pearl Harbor. I’ll fall asleep, and you will cuddle with me all day until I’ve had enough. Then we’ll shower, and you’ll invite me to the best restaurant around here. And I will need many kisses”
He gets close to you, his hands on your hips. “Why Ben Affleck?”
“Cause his face is better than yours” you joke.
“Yet, you want me to kiss you”
“It’s your punishment. Take it or leave it, Lieutenant”
“Sounds like a good punishment, First Lieutenant” he says, and you have to smile. “What?”
“It’s Captain”
“Always trying to be ahead of me” he kisses your forehead, your nose and then your lips.
“Because I’m better than you”
“Of course you are, honey”
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