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Lullaby

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Reader

Warning: literally just so much fluff, you’re welcome. He is already unmasked here.

Summary: Simon loves when you sing to him.

Word count: 1.1K

This was requested by @offbrandmeowmix I hope I did you request justice🫶🏻

To say Simon was tired was an understatement. He was exhausted, sore and overall just felt like collapsing where he stood.

All he had on his mind as he unlocked the door to his apartment was his bed. All he wanted to do was fall onto it and go to sleep and he was certain there was nothing in the world that could deter him from doing exactly that.

He was so confident in that up until the moment he closed the door behind him. He rested against it for another moment trying to gain courage to move forward but then stopped all together when he heard it.

Your sweet voice drifting through the usually quiet apartment. His mind that was once made up on his bed was now set on seeing you.

From the sounds of it you were practicing a song on the piano he had. A piano he had bought solely so you would sing more in his apartment, so you could fill the silence that used to consume him.

Not that he would ever admit it.

He walked up behind you as quietly as possible to not startle you, lest you stop playing. He underestimated every time how lost you got while singing and you didn’t hear a thing.

He watched you as you played through the song, eyes closed as you swayed in your seat softly. His eyes glanced over the little piano that wasn’t at all what you deserved.

One day, he’d buy you a grand piano. He’d put it in the living room of the house the both of you would live in. He could imagine it now, your voice floating through the house while your future kids watched in astonishment.

He watched you in utter adoration, any pain or soreness he had been feeling was long gone the longer he gazed at you.

Now it was his turn to get so lost in your singing that he didn’t notice when you turned to him. He only realized when he heard you gasp and bring a hand to your heart.

“Simon!” You let out a deep breathe. “When did you get home I wasn’t expecting you-?”

The moment your eyes connected with his he dropped his bag and kneeled to the ground. His arms wrapped around your waist as his head fell to your lap and his body immediately relaxed into you.

Your hands quickly came up to run through his hair and he let out a sigh of content. “Rough day?” You asked him softly but he only hummed in response.

His eyes closed while he listened to you hum softly. Something you did often. He learned very quickly that there was hardly ever a moment that you were quiet, you were always singing or humming in some way.

At first he thought it was a bit much. He’d come home and depending on your mood you could either be singing softly to yourself or sometimes he’d be greeted by you singing to him while you ran to him to wrap your arms around him.

He used to think he’d grow sick of it and at first looked forward to the days you’d go home but it immediately changed when he’d come home to cold dark silence.

He thrived on the days when he’d come home and you’d surprise him by being there, the lights on as you continued on with whatever you had been doing. It always lifted a weight off him when he heard you.

“Why don’t we go lay down?” You asked him softly, nails still scratching his head just right. He grunted in disapproval. “Come on, I know this isn’t comfortable for you.”

“I’m comfortable wherever you are.” He muttered against you and you laughed. The sound alone enough to lull him to sleep. He would spend the rest of his days making you laugh, just to hear the sweet sound everyday.

When you noticed the way his breathe started to grow shallower as he fell asleep you nudged him. As much as you hated waking him up, you knew he wouldn’t appreciate the crick in his neck when he woke up next.

“Alright, c’mon big guy.” You tried with all your strength to pull him to his feet but he was very good at dragging you down with him. “Simon.” You laughed and he let out a reluctant sigh before standing to his feet and letting you drag him to the bedroom.

“Long mission.” He grumbled to you while you pulled off his shirt and let him crawl into bed. You joined him quickly and pulled the blanket closer while he maneuvered so he was laying between your legs, his head on your stomach while his arms wrapped themselves back around your waist. “Sing to me?”

You smiled, fingers carding through his hair again. He never asked for you to sing to him so you knew he must be tired.

The comforting silence was drowned out by your soft voice singing a lullaby. Instantly he felt the tendrils of sleep wrapping around him like a warm hug.

As silly as it was, the lullaby you were singing to him was ‘you are my sunshine.’ Something he may have felt embarrassed about had it not soothed him to sleep so easily.

He was sure if any of his friends saw the display, he’d never hear the end of it but he couldn’t find it in him to care. Not when your hands were still playing with his hair softly and your voice filled his chest with a warmth he had never felt until he met you.

When you finished he took in a deep breathe and asked a question that had been on his mind the moment he realized he hated coming home to an empty apartment.

“Move in with me?” Your fingers stopped and he tightened his hold just a little in anticipation. He wondered if he should take it back say he was kidding, tell you to forget about it. He almost did but then your fingers started up again.

“Okay.” You whispered, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his head.

Simon never thought he’d like to be greeted by someone singing to him but he could not picture the rest of his life any other way.

More specifically, he could not picture his life without you singing to him.

Short and sweet I hope yall enjoyed:)

#call of duty x reader #call of duty imagine #cod x reader #simon riley imagine #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost cod x reader #ghost x reader

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Beg

Scenario: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, Alex Keller, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Summary: the thought of being able to bring a strong man to his knees and beg for you. (Not in the good way. This will hurt.)

Truthfully I was not gonna post part one to this yet but I feel I should give you guys something since it’s been so long.

There will be more the one part to this series because unlike the ‘you came? You called.’ Series this one will only have three characters for each part only because some of them got a little lengthy.

Simon ‘ghost’ Riley

Warning: fighting, established relationship. Simon’s bad at feelings.

You’d been at it for what felt like hours and simon was getting fed up.

This was your fifth fight in just two weeks and he couldn’t even remember what this one was about all he knew was he said some hurtful things to you.

Some things he wished with every fibre of his being that he could take back. Some things he could see cut deeply into old wounds you were working on healing.

Some things so harsh you were now moving around the shared apartment at lightening speed, packing your bag.

But being the idiot he was he never could show the emotions he wanted to show you. So it was making you angrier to see he didn’t seem as affected as you even though he was, if not more.

“What do you need me to do to prove I’m sorry?” He was calm. Calmer then you were that was for sure. Tears were still running down your cheeks as you threw all your clothes onto the bed to start packing. “What do I need to do to prove I love you?”

“Nothing Simon.” You grumbled shoving past him. He was just watching you. Watching you completely break down in front of him and asking you How to fix his mistake. “You should know how to fix your mistakes.”

“What do you want me to do y/n?!” Finally he was getting angry.

You threw a shirt you were holding down on the bed and turned to him sharply. “I just don’t want to feel so meaningless to you!” You shouted at him and his eyes widened in shock.

“Meaningless? Is that how I make you feel?” You turned away from him when he took a few steps closer. When he went to grab your wrist you yanked yourself free and went back to packing and he was starting to grow desperate. “I never meant to.” He trailed trying to get you to look at him. “What do you need me to do? Do you want me to beg for you? I will if that’s what it takes.”

You scoffed. “I don’t need you to beg.” You hissed, shoving another shirt into your bag. “I just wish I knew how to read you. How to tell if you actually love me or even care for me.” Your movements started to slow down as the emotions finally wore you down.

You felt him caustiously take one of your hands in his and you didn’t fight him this time. “I love you more than words can explain.” He all but whispered and you felt a slight shift on your hand, making you turn to see what he was doing.

Your eyes widened. “Simon-“

There he was, kneeling in front of you. His eyes pleading with yours as he slipped his mask off all while holding your hand. “Please don’t go. I know I’m an idiot and I don’t deserve you but please..don’t leave me. I worship the ground you walk on. My day starts with you and ends with you and I’d rather die than have that ever change.”

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Alex Keller

Warning: angst..so much angst. I wanna say I feel bad but this was honestly the first one I wrote and I regret nothing

It was his fault.

He let his guard down to early, he let his shoulders loose when he saw your carefree smile making its way to him from across the street.

By all accounts it should have been clear. His team cleared the streets and buildings on his side while yours did the same on the other. Neither he or you were aware the team in the building ahead had accidentally left a straggler.

His mouth opened to call your name when the shot pierced the air and suddenly he felt his world stop entirely when he saw you fall to the ground.

He couldn’t hear anything over the roar in his ears and the unmistakable sound of his voice shouting your name in panic before he was tackled to the ground by another soldier.

“Y/n!” He called again struggling against the man holding him down who kept yelling sniper in his ear but he didn’t care. He somehow managed to push off the soldier and crawl to where you were sprawled on the ground wheezing for breathe.

“Hey hey, I’m here.” He soothed immediately as he got to you. His hands coming to smooth across your face while you looked at him with something he recognized to be acceptance. “No dont do that. I need you to breathe. I need you to fight, if not for you for me.” He was still laying on the ground so he was basically nose to nose.

He was waiting for it to be clear so he could address your wounds better. “A-Alex.” Your voice was hoarse and it hurt him to see how much the one word hurt you.

Faintly in the background he could hear someone yell clear and faster then even he could comprehend he got to his knees so he could press on your wound with as much strength as he could muster.

You winced and clutched onto his arm tightly. “I know it hurts but I need you to stay with me okay?” He wiped his cheek against the rough fabric of his shirt to try and stop the tears from falling before you saw them. “There’s something I need to tell you when this is over remember?”

You nodded softly at him but your grip on his arm was getting lighter and he could tell the pain was starting to fade when he saw the light in your eyes start to fade. “Stay with me. Please..I’m begging you.” His voice cracked before he looked up to call for a medic.

“Alex..” you whispered when more gunshots rang through the sky, closer to where the two of you were and Alex was quick to stand and wrap his arms under your armpits to drag you off the street and closer to cover.

When he went to move back to his original position on his knees, you grabbed his hand weakly. “Stop.” You whispered and he stared at you for a moment before he fell to the ground in defeat.

You were still in his arms, one of his legs on each side of you while your head rested on his lap and his fingers ran soothing patterns on your cheek. One of your hands was holding loosely onto his wrist while the other pressed weakly onto your own wound if only to appease Alex.

“Tell me..” you whispered to him quietly but he only ran his fingers through your hair and shook his head. “Alex.” You cried, “please.”

“I’ll tell you when you’re better.” He tried to smile but it fell as soon as it reached his face. He waited for some kind of miracle, for the medics to reach you in time, for something!

But then he felt your hand lose grip on his wrist and fall. “Y/n?” He looked down at you. Your eyes had gone dull, your chest was no longer rising and falling in shallow breathes. He pressed his fingers to your neck, trying to find a pulse but there was none. You were gone.

He was supposed to tell you today. He was going to confess to you today. After years of holding onto it, today was the day. But now as you lay in his arms unmoving his own heart no longer beating, he knew he was to late.

“Please don’t take her from me.” He begged, his face held up to the sky hoping anyone would answer and wake him up from this nightmare but minutes passed and he was still there holding you.

Five minutes later he could hear footsteps approaching but he couldn’t bring himself to care if it was the enemy. But as they rounded the corner he was met with familiar faces.

“Alex..” Farahs voice was soft but it might as well have been a bomb going off in the silence in his head.

He looked up at them, his eyes far away while they took in the scene. “She’s dead.” He announced. His words tasting sour on his tongue as price turned to speak into his comms and the words KIA floated towards him.

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Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Warning: hurt, fighting, angst…

“Are you out of your mind?!”

You sighed as Gaz burst into your room, his eyebrows pinched in annoyance and his chest heaving like he ran all the way to your room. Which honestly didn’t sound to far off track.

“Hello to you too Gaz.” You say while adding another folded shirt to your pile of clothes you were packing. “Something I can help you with?”

“Don’t give me that.” The door clicked shut behind him and then the sound of his boots hitting to floor heavily as he took a few steps towards you. “You can’t go on this mission.”

“Not like I have a choice in the matter.” You muttered, back still turned to him.

“Y/n!” His voice raised slightly, making you halt your movements. “This is a suicide mission, please back out.” Your eyes fell to your bed when you heard the crack in his voice.

“I don’t recall you having any say in this Kyle. Last I heard I take instructions from Captain price.” You sighed again and glanced at him from over your shoulder. “I’m not backing out.”

He let out a breathe, his heart feeling like it was going to beat out of his chest. He couldn’t for the life of him understand why you were being so cold to him right now. “Then let me come with you.”

You zipped up your bag and pushed it to the side so you could sit down. “It’s not up to me.” You moved past him to grab your shoes that were by the door before going back to your bed.

“Then I’ll go talk to him again. Convince him.” At this you paused and finally, finally Made eye contact with him.

“What are you talking about Kyle?” Your eyes narrowed. “Did you go to the Captain about this already?”

His silence was all you needed and you shook your head as you broke eye contact, muttering a soft ‘unbelievable’ under your breathe.

He stared down at you as you unlaced your shoes. You were leaving soon and he didn’t know why you were spending these last moments being cold to him.

It didn’t make sense to him, you guys were fine this morning. It was like..suddenly his mind came to a screeching hault. It was like you knew this mission could very well be your last and you were trying to push him away before you left so you could spare his feelings.

That was the only explanation that made sense to him. “Why are you being like this?” You didn’t respond to him just put your shoe on. “You’re doing this to protect me aren’t you? You’re trying to push me away because you know you could die.”

His words had you pausing as you started tightening the laces. You couldn’t meet his gaze and it only solidified his theory.

After a moment you resumed your movements and finished lacing up one shoe just to move on to the next.

Gaz watched you for a second longer before moving so he was standing just an inch in front of you, then, when you wouldn’t look at him, he fell to his knees.

His hands rested on your knees as he forced you to look him in the eye. “Please Y/n. Don’t go on this mission.”

He watched the tears start to build in your eyes while you were forced to stop lacing up your shoes. He could feel his own tears threaten to fall when he saw your facade crumble.

He rested his chin on one knee as he looked up at you, pleadingly. “Please Y/n.” He whispered and one of your hands came to stroke his cheek.

“Kyle.” You whispered back and his name alone had his eyes closing, his tears falling because he knew with just the one word that he couldn’t convince you to stay. “I have to.”

Don’t hate me to much😭

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multi-fxndom446 · 2 months

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Yall are gonna hate me for this scenario ‘Beg’ I’m writing for the CoD characters…

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multi-fxndom446 · 2 months

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Have yall ever listened to sleep token? There music is so omfg amazing.

I need to read/write something that makes me feel the way there songs do. It’s so cinematic.

This is one of my current favorites. Listen to it and tell me you don’t see a whole story in your head

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#Youtube

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multi-fxndom446 · 3 months

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6 Months

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish X Reader

Summary: Johnny would come to your rescue any time you needed. He is thoroughly protective of you.

Warning: light angst, fluffy. Not much tbh. It may be a little rushed?? Idk anymore😭

Word count: 2.6k

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This is Johnnys part two to his ‘You came? You called.’ Series.

His part one is here

Can’t tell if I hate this or not so hopefully yall like it🫶🏻

6 months.

6 months was how long it took before you introduced Johnny to your boyfriend. He wasn't sure if it was because he was deployed or because you were nervous about how he’d react to him

Because it was safe to say Johnny hated your boyfriend. It took him 6 months to meet him and less than 6 seconds to decide he hated him.

He didn’t like the way your boyfriend looked at you, or talked to and about you. He didn’t like the way your boyfriend's eyes would roam to other women when you weren’t looking. But he especially hated the way you smiled when you talked about him.

He hated the way your eyes would light up whenever his name left your lips. He hated the way you would blush when he would give you any sort of attention after ignoring you the whole night.

God if only you knew, Johnny would spend his days making you blush any chance he got. He’d give you so much attention you’d never have to beg him for a simple kiss on the cheek.

You’d never even worry about his attention being anywhere else but you because where else would they be if not you? His attention was already always on you, it had been since you two became best friends.

He tried to like your boyfriend he really did, or at least he wanted to be okay with him. Because your happiness topped anything he was feeling in the moment. He tried his hardest, he put on his best smile and was ready to lose you until he saw the cocky smirk your boyfriend had on his face when they made eye contact for the first time.

Johnny shook his hand stiffly as the other man sized him up. It was like he knew he had something that Johnny could only ever dream of having, your love. And what’s worse was the asshole never deserved it.

But he bit his tongue. Kept his opinions to himself, kept the harsh comments he had ready at bay.

Oh but how he wished he could hit your boyfriend, just once. One time would suffice. One time and he’d have it out of his system, one time to let him wipe the smug smile off his face.

That was all before your phone call though.

Now he was sat on his couch, knee bouncing anxiously as he tried to calm himself down. It was nearing the end of the second week of you staying with him and currently you were fast asleep in his bed, tears still staining your cheeks.

You were glad you left and he knew that but he also knew it was one of your longest relationships and when you loved someone you loved them with your whole heart.

Not only had he abused that but he tore it to shreds when he even suggested the idea of you cheating.

It made Johnny clench his jaw even tighter when he recalled the words. How would he think you were even capable of cheating when your whole world was him?

He couldn’t even fathom the possibility of ever laying a hand on you and it just made his body shake in anger the more he thought about it.

Although he didn’t really understand where this wave of anger came from, the moment his eyes landed on his phone he knew.

His phone was open on the coffee table in front of him, showing the text conversation between him and Price. His captain had just made him aware he was needed back at base in the next few days.

He never replied to it because instantly his mind was taken over with what he was going to do for you. The stress of trying to find a solution that would make you happy and keep you safe gave way to the thoughts of why you were hurting in the first place.

Then down the rabbit hole he went.

He stared long and hard at the message before he ultimately reached over and turned off his phone, leaving it there when he got up to go check on you.

You were still fast asleep when he reached his room and he took a moment to admire the scene in front of him. A scene he was sure he’d never have the pleasure of seeing everyday.

A scene of you wrapped up in his blankets, head resting on his pillows, on his bed. He couldn’t help the flutter he felt in his chest when he noticed you were also in one of his shirts.

His arms were crossed as he leaned against his door frame just taking you in when he noticed your phone buzzing and you rolled over to ignore it. He wasn’t trying to be nosy but he couldn’t help it when he caught a glimpse of your exes name from where he was.

Instantly he pushed himself off the doorframe and came closer. He stared down at your phone for a few seconds before declining the call and it was then he noticed the multiple missed calls and texts he had left you.

“Bloody Christ.” Johnny muttered to himself in distaste. How could the man not grab a hint?

“Johnny?” Immediately his attention was back on you. You, who turned to see who was bothering you while rubbing the sleep from your eyes. “Is everything okay?”

“Course Bonnie.” He soothed as he sat down on the edge of the bed next to you while his hand came up to run through your hair as you laid your head back down completely content. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“‘S fine.” You watched him, noticing the way he wouldn’t meet your gaze.

“I need to talk to you bout something.” He said softly while he moved his hand to hold one of yours. “Price called me in early, I have to go back to base.”

You shifted so you could see him better and he could see the worry starting to creep inside you. “You need me to leave?”

“What? No. No Bonnie, that's not what I’m gettin at.” He shook his head and held your hand tighter. “I want you..I want you to come with me.”

“Johnny-“

“There’s some apartments near the base that we can rent. You’ll have the space all to yourself for the most part when I’m away on missions, but this way I’ll be closer to you and I’ll come home to you every chance I get.” He could see the way your eyes widened at his words before his words even registered to him.

‘I’ll come home to you.’

Suddenly he was pulling himself away from you, “or if you want to stay here, you’re more than welcome to stay in my apartment but-“ you cut him off as you sat up quickly to grab his hand in yours again and it made him pause to take a breathe. “But if you stay here I can’t protect you like I want to. If you come with me, you’ll be far from him.”

He studied you, waiting for your reaction but all you did was play with his fingers. He felt like the silence was going to consume him until finally you met his gaze again.

“Okay.” You nodded, “when do we leave?”

The amount of relief that flooded his veins was unparalleled. He squeezed your hand again, “Few days.” And just like that you were getting up from the bed to go pack the little things you had taken with you.

6 months.

6 months was all it took for you to uproot your life and move with Johnny closer to base.

6 months was all it took for you and him to settle into this new normal. You both agreed on just renting a one bedroom apartment considering he would be gone most of the time.

You had even Invested in one of those pull out couches so he could sleep on that whenever he would come home.

But you never put up a fight when he one day he would start coming home to you and crash into the same bed as you.

You never put up a fight when he’d unconsciously, (or consciously. You weren’t sure anymore) wrap an arm around you and pull you as close to him as he could before falling asleep.

6 months was all it took for you and Johnny to fall into a normal schedule. Even when he was gone for days or weeks at a time whenever he came home it was like nothing changed.

You’d have the apartment cleaned and have dinner ready for him. It all felt so normal for the both of you.

He’d always greet you with a smile and a kiss on the head or if he had an extra strenuous mission he’d hug you and hold you for what would feel like hours.

The first few times he’d come home after a long time away you were always worried there would be some awkward tension there, especially when you started putting more and more of your things out.

He never complained. He loved that you made the small space feel like home and he wouldn’t admit that he loved coming home to a place that made him feel like he was surrounded by you.

6 months was all it took for you to forget about your ex boyfriend.

It was such an easy thing to do when Johnny had now surrounded your every thought. Any which way you turned you were reminded of the fact that your best friend cared for you.

Any time he could sense you were starting to fall back into bad memories he’d be right next to you giving you a new happy memory to cloud the old one.

Anytime he knew he’d be away for longer than a few days he would use every chance he got to call you or text you, anything just to check on you and make sure you were okay.

You were sure you hadn’t thought of your ex way before 6 months because how could you? It was so easy to forget him when you had Johnny. Between the late night cuddles, the forehead kisses he had gotten so used to giving you and the more soft intimate moments of just being in his presence.

Moments like this, with his hand around your waist and the other grasping your hand softly while he swayed to some song he put on in the background.

All this happening because of a comment you made, during dinner, about never having danced with someone before. Something Johnny couldn’t let just go unnoticed.

Next thing you knew he was on his feet, hand extended to you. You laughed him off at first but he made a grab motion before he just ultimately grabbed your hand and yanked you up.

The both of you already danced through a few songs while you talked about things you would normally talk about during dinner but dinner was on the table long forgotten for this moment.

He told you all about his task force and about Ghost who he said he hoped you could meet one day along with Gaz and price.

“They already know all about ya.” He had said it so cheekily with a smug grin on his face that you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Talk about me a lot do you Johnny?”

He nodded immediately and tightened his hold, “everyday.” Your eyes widened at his response and you decided to leave it there while he swayed you through the next few songs.

He spun you around once before pulling you back into him and you smiled brightly at him before realizing how long you had been doing this.

“Johnny you don’t have to do this anymore, I think I got the hang of it after the first few songs.” You laughed at him softly, your cheeks turning a soft shade of pink when he looked down at you with a fond smile on his face.

“Course I do.” He grinned. “You been through enough recently, least I can do ‘s give you a night to remember.”

You shook your head in disbelief, your hand holding onto his tighter. “You’ve already been doing that since that night.” Your voice trailed off as you recalled when he had come to your rescue.

Johnny frowned when you wouldn’t meet his gaze and he moved the hand from your waist to grip your chin softly and have you look at him again. “And I’ll do it as long as I’m breathing.”

Your breathe caught in your throat when you saw the intense sincerity. “Johnny..”

“You know that don’t you?” His eyes searched yours, looking for something you weren’t sure what. “You know I’d do anythin for you?”

You nodded softly as you whispered a quiet, ‘I know.’ You moved the hand you had wrapped around his neck to cup his cheek, your thumb smoothing over his cheekbone.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe in. “What’re you thinking about?” You practically whispered and he opened his eyes again to look at you.

By now there was hardly any space left between the both of you and the hand he had holding your chin moved so he was also cupping your cheek. “Doesn't matter.”

“Matters to me. Please Johnny, what are you thinking about?” His eyes searched yours again before he seemed to find exactly what he was looking for and he moved forward slowly until his lips just barely brushed yours.

“How I don’t wan’ any o’ this to change.” He muttered against your lips. He loved the way he could see your gaze drop to his lips the second he did. “How I wan’ to have a life with you Bonnie.”

Your eyes met his again. “And how I really want ta kiss you.” You watched him swallow hard while he waited for your move.

“Then do it.” You whispered and it was all he needed to hear before he pulled you even closer and closed the gap.

His hand on your cheek moved up to tangle itself into your hair while the other moved down to your waist to pull you closer against him.

You couldn’t help the gasp of surprise by the intensity of his kiss, like he had been waiting to kiss you for as long as he could remember. Which he had.

When he kissed you it felt like everything was right with the world, like everything was as it should be now and you couldn’t help the way your hand moved to clutch onto his shirt for support.

He only pulled away when he felt your tremble against his hold and he was quickly scanning your face to make sure you were okay but you were already pulling him back down to you.

“I love you Johnny.” You muttered when you pulled away to breathe. The smile that broke out onto his face was a site you could get used to.

“Been waitin to hear those words for ages, lass.” Then he pulled you into a hug like he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. “I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember.”

You were smiling too as you ran your fingers through his hair while he hugged you.

6 months could feel like a lifetime when spent with the right person.

Because 6 months is all it took for you to come to terms with the fact that you were irrevocably in love with John Mactavish.

And you had been all along.

The end

Also should I add more Ghosts characters to my scenarios? Like Logan and Hesh?

Also sorry if I disappear for a lil while again, gonna try and get more then one thing written before I start posting so then I can give u guys more content❤️

#call of duty x reader #call of duty imagine #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare #johnny mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader

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multi-fxndom446 · 4 months

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Hi friends!! Just wanted to give you a little update on some stories to expect so you didn’t think I just disappeared.

Currently this is everything I’m working on, I don’t have any release dates yet nor do I know which order I’ll post them in but here you go.

You came? You called. Part twos for both Rudy and Soap

Alone together for Soap

A request for ghost

And then finally a scenario I am titling ‘beg’. this isn’t NSFW but yall may hate me for it🫶🏻

#call of duty x reader

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multi-fxndom446 · 4 months

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I just played call of duty ghosts….WHAT KINDA MF ENDING

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multi-fxndom446 · 4 months

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As we wait for my ass to write more, please enjoy my top 5 CoD characters and one word as to why.

Starting in the in spot #1

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish: EVERYTHING👁️🫦👁️

Anyways moving in to #2

Alex Keller: Gentlemen

Phillip Graves: 👁️👄👁️ don’t look at me

Anyways! #4

Rodolfo Parra: sweetheartttt

And lastly!

Captain John Price: ..waist..

I learned just today there’s a ten picture limit. That’s insanely rude

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multi-fxndom446 · 4 months

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Hiii love, not sure if you're taking requests right now but!!!!

What if reader likes to sing or is a singer as a profession - and serenades their partner when they come home 🥺🥺🥺 was thinking of Simon for this but you choose any characters you like 🫶🏾🫶🏾 I've been thinking about this for so long 😭😭

Omg hi lovely! I would absolutely love to write this for you. Sorry I’ve been a little inactive got really sick after the holidays😭 I have a few more that I wanna get out and then I’ll write this for you 🫶🏻

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multi-fxndom446 · 4 months

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#call of duty x reader #call of duty imagine

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multi-fxndom446 · 5 months

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Cold days

Alex Keller x Reader

Summary: (based on this ask) you and Alex share a warm bath together when you both are freezing.

Warning: fluff literally so much fluff. Y’all are so in love in this. There’s like the slightest hint of angst but it’s not much. Established relationship. Don’t come for me if some things are inaccurate when the military is brought up. Pet names (baby, sweetheart, darling)

Word count: 2.5k shortish and sweet:)

Honestly I saw this request and fell in love with it so I had to write it as I work on Johnnys part two. Which his is about half way done as of right now so it should be out soon. I hope you guys enjoy this one!<3 I hope I did your request justice @offbrandmeowmix 🫶🏻

You could hear the moment the front door opened and closed. You didn’t honestly want to move from your spot under your cocoon of blankets but seeing his face sounded pretty nice too.

You had only returned from work about an hour ago. As soon as you came home you changed into warmer clothes and then searched for your personal heater before realizing he was gone you were forced to hide under a pile of blankets and wait for him.

“Alex?” You called when you finally got yourself to roll out of bed but not without taking a fuzzy blanket with you and wrapping it tightly around your body. “Is that you?”

You peaked your head around the corner to the front door to see him just barely hanging up his coat. When he turned and saw you a relieved smile made its way onto his face, “hey, you cold?” He asked when you stepped further into his view.

“Freezing.” You confirmed and he chuckled softly as he made his way to you. Smiling at you like you were the only thing that mattered to him in that moment. Your own soft smile made its way to your face when he leaned down to give you a soft kiss on the head. “Where have you been?”

“I was helping the neighbors shovel the snow out of their driveways.” He sighed out in exhaustion while he caressed your face gently as if he hadn’t seen you in a lifetime. Immediately you flinched away from his cold hands and he retracted them with a chuckle before moving past you to sit on the couch. “Sorry.”

“It took you only an hour?” You followed after him, noticing the slight limp in his step. While he always had one it was a little more prominent now.

He glanced up at you for a moment while he massaged his thigh the prosthetic was on. “Longer actually. It took me an hour to help our neighbors then another two to help the other two elderly neighbors that asked for help afterwards.” You laughed softly at this. It was no secret your husband was a kind man who would help anyone who asked so it didn’t surprise you in the slightest.

After watching him massage his thigh for a few more minutes you noticed the slight frown that was on his face. “You okay?” You took a step closer to him and he quickly smiled up at you to ease your nerves. “Alex.”

“I’m okay baby.” You could practically melt anytime he called you some kind of endearing nick name but right now you didn’t believe him in the slightest. “How was work?”

“Work was fine.” You quickly dismissed his attempt at changing the subject and went to stand directly in front of him. You stood between his legs and grabbed his face to make him look at you as his hands automatically went to rest on your lower thighs. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

He stayed silent for a moment. “Your hands are feeezing.” He muttered and you smacked his shoulder while he laughed. “Seriously, I’m okay. My leg has just been bothering me a little since it’s gotten colder out.”

He gently took your hands in his and cupped them in his hands while he brought them close to his lips to blow warm air on them. You couldn’t help but feel warmer already with just his attention alone.

“Come on.” You whispered softly to him and took your hands away but not before grabbing onto one of his hands to try and pull him off the couch. “Let’s go take a warm bath. It’ll help you relax.”

“Well how could I say no to that.” He followed after you as you led him into the master bathroom that was connected to your shared bedroom.

After tossing the blanket into a basket you had in the corner you let him sit down on the toilet lid so he wouldn’t have to stand on his prosthetic anymore. As you turned on the water and got it set to a good temperature he was getting ready to take the prosthetic off but stopped when he saw you turn back to him.

“Do you want any help?” You asked, kneeling down so he would look you in the eyes. He gave you a soft smile in an attempt to reassure you but you and he both knew this was a new insecurity for him that he had yet to find a way around. “Here let me at least take the prosthetic off for you.”

And he let you but he stopped you from helping him any further the moment it was off. “Let me do the rest of this darlin.” You looked up at him as if just to ask if he was sure but all he did was cup your face in his hands and kiss your lips softly. “Please.”

“Okay..” you relented and stood to your feet. “I’ll be right back.” You gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek as you left the bathroom to let him have his privacy as he took everything else for the prosthetic off.

Though it had already been about a year, give or take, since Alex lost his leg it was still very much a new thing to him. You did your best to be there and support him but losing your leg was something you couldn’t understand and you knew that.

It was something that was a little easier for him to ignore when he was away on mission but something he felt a little harder when he was home with you. He didn’t mean to but sometimes he’d get into his head about it. You’d only helped him with his full routine for his leg maybe a few times when he was comfortable with it but never pushed him when he wasn’t.

You never thought less of him. If anything it made you fall more in love with him and you’d spend everyday reassuring him about how much you loved him if that’s what he needed. All you were happy about was that he made it home alive to you.

That’s all you’d ever care about.

“Y/n?” His voice broke you from your thoughts and you realized you were just standing at the dresser staring down at it. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah sorry!” You called to him, quickly grabbing two pairs of sweats and a few shirts before making your way back to him. “Got distracted.”

He only hummed in response and watched you as you set the clothes down to come closer to him. He didn’t put up any resistance when you helped him take off his shirt and then again when you helped him with the rest of his clothes.

You helped him ease into the tub before turning off the water and turning away from him to strip from your own clothes.

“You’re so beautiful.” He practically whispered when you slid into the tub with him, his arms instinctively wrapping around you.

You almost immediately melted into him, your head finding its place on his chest just below his jaw. You hummed contentedly as your hand ran delicately over the arms he had wrapped around you. “I missed you today.”

He kissed the top of your head before replying, “I miss you everyday.” You chuckled at his response but his arms tightened around you slightly. “Every minute I’m away from you I miss you.”

The words settled in the air. You didn’t know how to respond to that so you just grabbed onto his hand so you could play with his fingers while he other hand traced gentle patterns just below your breast.

“Somethings on your mind.” He pointed out when he noticed you got lost in thoughts again. You didn’t answer and just continued to play with his fingers so he grabbed onto your left one with both of his to start massaging it.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t act like I don’t know you start hurting in winter to, sweetheart.” He brought your hand to his lips to leave a kiss. “I know your joints start gettin stiff.”

You smiled softly. “You know me to well Mr. Keller.” You murmured, watching him rotate between both your hands.

“That’s my job darlin’” he kissed your shoulder this time. “Now tell me what’s on your mind.”

You hated asking him about his leave, you wish you could just sit here and enjoy every second you had with him. But he had been on leave for almost two weeks already and never said anything about when he was supposed to return to the field and you were starting to feel like your seconds were ticking down.

“When do you go back?” You asked him quietly and you could feel the way his chest deflated a little when he finally understood why you were so quiet.

“Beginning of next week.” He admitted and you went silent. It was Wednesday today. He could sense your sadness and the way you wanted to close yourself off but he wouldn’t allow it. “Baby don’t do that. Don’t think about it, let’s just enjoy the time we have okay?”

You could only nod and continue to watch him massage your hands gently. “Do you remember when we first met?” It was a weak attempt at changing the subject but he’d take anything you’d give him.

“How could I forget?” He chuckled. “The marines were on the track running that day and then there you came to deliver some papers. I couldn’t look away from you and you nearly made me trip when you turned and looked at me with that beautiful smile.”

You laughed at his recollection of your first meeting. In truth you had seen him around long before that but never approached him. Only because at the time you worked at a desk filling out paperwork and you’d only catch glimpses of him here and there so the moment someone asked for a volunteer to go deliver papers to someone who was training the marines you jumped at the opportunity.

It was safe to say you made an impression on him that day because the next day he found you at your desk and asked for your name with that charming smile of his.

“You were very charming.” You told him as you recalled the days after you started dating. “You would bring me flowers every week.”

“That reminds me I need to go buy you more, the ones I gave you are dying.” You laughed.

You had long since left that office job and found one that made you happier and you and Alex held strong through everything. You wouldn’t change a thing about your life with this man.

“I love you more than anything Alex.” You turned your head to look at him slightly and his hand that had been massaging your hand came up to gently hold your jaw so he could kiss you properly.

“I love you more than any words can express sweetheart.” He whispered against your lips and you smiled and snuggled closer to him.

You spent almost an hour in the bath just enjoying each other's presence. Soft touches shared between you as you both told stories of what you could remember from the beginning of your relationship. Laughs shared at every embarrassing detail the other would bring up and soft kisses placed as comfortable silence fell over you.

By the time you got out of the bath the water was getting cold and both your fingers were pruned but neither of you seemed to mind as you helped him out of the tub to get dressed before you left him there to get his crutches with a towel wrapped tightly around your own body.

When he was finally sat on his side of the bed and watching you go about your nightly routine he had a soft smile on his face. “Y/n?” He called your name softly as you emerged from the bathroom after brushing your teeth.

You hummed as you slid into the bed next to him before you saw the look on his face. A look that meant he had something he wanted to say but didn’t know how, it made you nervous. “You okay?”

“I was just thinking.” He looked away from you and to the dresser where one of your wedding photos was placed. “This next mission it’s going to be a long one..”

“Okay?” You said gently

“What would you think..” he took a deep breathe and looked back at you. “If this were to be my last mission?”

You felt your breathe catch in your throat as you looked at him to see if he was being serious. “Alex..are you sure? This is-this is your life! If you’re only doing this for me because you think I’m lonely-“

He grabbed your hand to get you to stop and you did. “It was my life for more years than I can even count. And I sacrificed a lot for it but I don’t want to sacrifice any more time with you.” You almost felt like you could cry. “We’ve been together damn near a decade and you’ve stayed by my side for it all. I see how many men die on the field, I see how many heartbroken spouses there are and I don’t want you to be one of them.”

“Alex..”

“I want to live my life with you Y/n, I want to start a family, move houses if you want, hell just do mundane things like bathe with you. I want to do it everyday.” He was ranting now so you could see how long he had been thinking about this. “I hate being away from you. I can't imagine ever putting you through the pain of losing me.”

He watched your expression closely, you had tears threatening to fall from your eyes. This was something you never even really let yourself think, you honestly didn’t think Alex would be the one to bring up retirement.

“Y/n?”

“Are you sure this is something you want to do Alex?” You had to ask him again. “You’re not just doing this for me right? This is something you want to do?”

He sighed slightly and moved to caress your jaw. “Sweetheart, I’ve been thinking about this since the last few deployments. I’ve been thinking about this since I almost sacrificed myself but was lucky enough to only lose a leg. So trust me it is something I want to do. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Finally a few tears did manage to escape and you cupped his cheeks to bring him to you, kissing him like there’s a whole new hope for the two of you. “I love you so much.” You whispered when you pulled away and he wiped your tears.

“I love you too.” Then he was pulling you down so you were both laying on the bed and your head was safely tucked under his chin.

Silence enveloped you again before you broke it. “You wanna start a family eh?” He rolled his eyes at your playful tone and tickled your sides. His heart swelling as your laughter filled the room.

“Don’t push your luck.”

#call of duty x reader #call of duty imagine #cod x reader #alex keller imagine #alex cod x reader #alex keller x reader

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Say don’t go

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley X Reader

Summary: simon hates how far you dug yourself into his life. He really doesn’t.

Warning: kinda angsty with fluff ending, kinda toxic Simon but it’s really just him being bad at emotions, probably ooc I’m sorry, sleeping problems.

Word count: 3.9K

I know I’m late on this I apologize 😗 I had work and then I fell asleep I’m not even gonna lie.

I genuinely can’t tell if I love or hate this piece so I really hope you guys like it either way.

This is his part two to his ‘you came? You called.’ scenario that I will link {{here}}

This would honestly make more sense if you read that first.

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When you first came into his life you were really nothing more than an acquaintance. He knew of you because he knew almost everyone on base but you..you just came into his life like you knew you were the missing piece to his puzzle.

The first day he finally met you, you sat yourself down at the table he was sharing with Gaz and Soap in the back of the cafeteria. Both men instantly shutting up as they watched Simon turn to stare at you after glancing around the room to see if this was the only empty seat. It wasn’t.

“Morning!” You smiled and went about eating your food not saying another word. So he didn’t either.

Then suddenly you were just there.

In meetings, at meals, at training you were always there right beside him. It was like you sought him out because one minute he’d enter a room unnoticed and be standing in the corner alone when suddenly you were right next to him when only a minute ago you were clear across the room talking to some soldiers on your squad.

You never really spoke to him unless he spoke to you but you made sure he felt your presence. Especially when you’d offer nightly to help him with paperwork, he thinks it’s because you caught onto the fact he opens up a little more when you’re alone.

Suddenly, he couldn’t see his life without you now. Without your quiet support. But sometimes it was to much, he felt like he was being crowded and he remembered the first night he finally snapped at you for it. The first of many more times he’d push you away.

And it worked. You gave him space. You stuck with your own friends and only offered him a smile in passing. He hated it.

He hated that he started to like you and your presence. He hated that you made him like you so easily when Soap worked hard to finally get close to him.

He hated that he couldn’t even blame you for how he felt. You didn’t know the effect you were having on him. You didn’t know that he started searching for you in every room or that he hated seeing how the other soldiers looked and spoke to you.

He didn’t know why it boiled his blood to see so many of them stare at you like you were a piece of meat or why when he heard the way they flirted with you it made him want to strangle them.

After the first week of you giving him space, he gave in after he couldn’t take seeing the soldiers all over you again.

He couldn’t help but feel a little smug when he noticed that those men didn’t talk to you as much when they saw you were always next to the scary lieutenant with a skull mask.

Simon learned about you this time around. He found himself drawn to the kind of person you were and he wanted to know more. So on those late nights where you helped him in his office, he’d ask you questions which you were more than happy to answer. Not wanting to miss an opportunity to have an actual conversation with the man.

You told him about your life, family, friends, past missions you’ve been on and in turn he told you some of his experiences even if he didn’t divulge all the details.

As the night dragged on with shared stories and secrets he had learned that you never slept very well and that’s why you never minded staying up late to help him.

It was this reason alone that he wasn’t entirely shocked when one night you showed up at his door at some god awful hour of the night almost on the verge of tears after not having slept for 3 days.

He let you in immediately and let you get comfortable, handing you the hoodie that would end up becoming your favorite when he noticed you were cold.

He tried to give you the bed that night but you all but yanked him into the bed with you and curled yourself into his side while he laid there stiff as a board. He counted the seconds ticking by almost waiting for you to admit this wasn’t going to help you sleep either until he heard your soft even breathes and he dared to glance at you.

You were sound asleep and Simon was terrified to move. But after laying there for almost two hours the sound of your breathing eventually lulled him to sleep and he’d never admit it was some of the best sleep he’d gotten.

By the time the sunlight started to seep into his room, you were gone and he almost wondered if he dreamt the whole thing before he noticed the hoodie he lent you was long gone as well. He would find it when he finally went to the cafeteria that morning and saw you wearing it as you spoke with the other soldiers.

And so began the long months of his back and forth. Of his hot and cold, tiptoeing the line between wanting to make you only his and not wanting to burden you with him and his life.

He tried often to keep you at a distance, to push you away but you never seemed to let him get very far because any time he yelled about wanting space he would find you at his door, in his hoodie ready to sleep in his arms and he suddenly couldn’t remember why he wanted space.

It wasn’t like he really did want you to leave anyways. He wanted you with him always but when he could see the way others made you laugh in a way he couldn’t or the way some of those soldiers still had the balls to flirt with you while he loomed behind you. He wished he could just do that but it wasn’t like him to do any of that. So he kept things between you private and outside the hoodie there was no other sign you and he were involved in any sort of way.

You always respected his wishes and kept whatever you had going on private but on some nights where you genuinely thought he wanted you gone you would stay gone and end up finding him at your door when you didn’t come to him at the usual time.

It wasn’t healthy. You knew that and so did he but neither of you could seem to care when it got to the end of the day. None of it mattered when you were behind closed doors and there would be sweet nothings whispered and lips ghosting each other when he felt like lifting his mask just enough.

You knew what you wanted, you never tiptoed the line. You just waited for him to realize that he wanted you no matter what too.

But When Simon broke things off for the final time you wanted to say you were shocked but in truth you weren’t.

The nights leading up to it there were more arguments and more avoided glances in the mornings. He’d keep his distance in every situation and on some nights he even locked his door to prevent you from coming in.

It was heartbreaking. And you didn’t even know why he was doing this.

You didn’t even know that he was hurting just as much as you were. It killed him in every way to see that the way he was treating you was tearing you down slowly.

The boiling point finally came when you were assigned to work with Soap on a mission. It came as a little bit of a surprise for everybody until price explained that you were moving up in the team and he wanted you trained to start going on missions with the 141.

He was truly happy for you for moving up in your career but at the same time he hated how this allowed you and Soap to get closer. He hated the way his Scottish friend could speak to you so freely, how he could hug you out of no where and not have a care in the world.

Simon wasn’t an insecure man.

He knew that.

In fact he knew he may even be a little to full of himself. He knew he was an attractive man, mask or not. He knew women who would love a chance with him but he never cared to entertain them. So he definitely didn’t care that Soap would flirt with you jokingly all the time.

What he did hate was how happy you seemed to be when you talked to him. How open and yourself you seemed when you would be passing jokes back and forth.

He couldn’t help but watch it unfold over time. The way you lit up whenever Johnny would say something, the way your smile widened at some stupid joke he attempted.

Simon couldn’t help but think about how Johnny was the one you should be with. He knew for a fact Johnny wouldn’t tiptoe this stupid line he drew he knew he wouldn’t hide the fact he cares for you or try to push you away when he felt like you deserved better.

He started to wonder if you were falling for his Scottish friend but every night he would be reminded how much more you loved him. He felt unworthy of it. Unworthy of the way you would look at him with all the adoration in the world, unworthy of the way your soft lips would always come so close to his as you whispered to him late in the night. He felt unworthy of the way he could tell when you smiled at him it was completely different from the way you smiled at anyone else.

It was a smile that was reserved for him and him alone.

He knew that.

But as he was forced to watch you and Johnny interact on a daily as you got ready for your mission, his own judgment was getting clouded by the way he thought you would be happier with Johnny.

You both were such a forced to be reckoned with. Both of you shared a warmth that drew people in, like a moth to a flame. He wondered how he’d never seen how perfect you were for each other before..a little to perfect.

You and Johnny were a little to similar and it’s what made you such good friends but both of you knew nothing more would ever happen. He knew your heart belonged to someone else and he wasn’t looking for anything to begin with. But Simon was blinded.

He broke it off with you only a few days after your mission with Soap. Every night for a least a week he would hear you come to his door and knock gently but it went ignored.

“Simon can we please talk about this?” He heard you whisper on the final night. His heart breaking from how emotionally exhausted you sounded. “I don’t know what I did. Did I do something wrong?”

He got up quietly and walked to the door and stood just right there. If he reached out even just a little he could reach the handle and swing open the door. But he refrained.

He heard you sigh before there was rustling on your side. When it got quiet again he could practically feel the way your head leaned against the door. “I’m sorry. I only ever wanted to be with you.” Then you were gone and his head fell against the door with a soft thud.

He waited until he knew you were long gone before he opened the door. There on the floor, folded neatly was his hoodie that you took from him all those months ago.

Picking it up, he held it close to him. It smelled like you now. When he closed his door and was left in cold silence once again he hung the hoodie up and didn’t touch it again until you called for him almost a month later.

The days passed by as they always did before you were in his life. Uneventful. He trained, ate, did paperwork then slept but he quickly learned how much he hated sleeping alone.

The bed felt colder without you curled up next to him. It felt lonelier without your hand tracing over his arm softly or playing with his fingers as you spoke quietly in the night.

He missed you and he hated how much he was letting this affect him.

“I don think she’s sleepin’” Johnny mentioned one night and Simon followed his line of sight to see you making your way into the cafeteria. “She looks like shite.”

He wasn’t wrong. The flame that you had, seemed like it dwindled extensively. The circles under your eyes seemed darker and the weak smile you gave your friends didn’t convince anyone but you looked like you were beyond caring.

One of your friends rubbed your shoulder soothingly while your eyes scanned the room as if you could feel him watching you. The millisecond it took for your eyes to connect he was already looking away and turning back to Johnny.

It was the first time since it ended that you sought him out again. For the most part you kept to yourself, never looked for him anymore and went about your day but it seemed the lack of sleep was catching up to you.

“What the hell happened between you two L.T.?” Johnny muttered as he leaned closer. “Don’t tell me some fuckin shite about not knowing. She talked about you all the time so I know something happened.”

Simon didn’t let show how much that comment took him off guard. He didn’t realize you talked about him so much and to soap of all people.

“Eat your food Johnny.” He grumbled instead unable to look him in the eye.

“Well I’m just worried bout ‘er.” He muttered while he did what he was told and started eating again. “I don’t know how well she can handle the mission tomorrow with the way she looks.”

Simon looked up at that. “What mission?”

“You don’t know? Price is sending her out on her own. Supposed to be a short mission but she looks like a walking skeleton already.” Johnny glanced in your direction before going quiet.

Johnny didn’t even get a chance to say anything else before Simon was already on his feet and half way out of the room on his way to see Price.

The captain was standing at his desk when Simon all but slammed open his door, eyes narrowed. “Simon, I was expecting you.” Price said nonchalantly as he went back to looking at his papers. “Tea?”

“No I don’t want your bloody tea.” He spat out, closing the door behind him but the captain didn’t look up even when Simon was standing right in front of his desk.

“Then what can I help you with?” He asked it like he already knew and Simon supposed out of anyone besides Johnny, he probably did. “Does it have anything to do with a mission taking place tomorrow?” Price finally looked up to meet his gaze head on.

“Send me with her.”

“Simon-“

“Send. Me. With. Her.”

A tense silence filled the air while the two men stared each other down before price shook his head softly. “No.”

“No? Price this could be a dangerous mission.” But the captain no longer seemed to be listening. “Sir she’s in no condition to go on a mission.”

“Is that the real reason you came here? To talk about her wellbeing?” Simon went silent at the look Price leveled him with. “Do you not trust her?”

“Of course I do-“

“Do you not trust that she is a good soldier that can get the job done?”

“Yes but-“

“Then this conversation is finished. She leaves early tomorrow morning so I suggest you get yourself together Simon.” Price was glaring at him like a father scolding his son. Like he knew Simon was the reason you weren’t doing amazingly.

“What is it for?” He finally asked, fists clenched at his sides while he resisted the urge to sit there and demand he go on this mission.

Price shook his head. “You know I can’t tell you that.”

“Just tell me if this is a suicide mission.” His jaw clenched painfully as he tried to keep his eyes clear of emotion. “Please.”

“Simon.” Price sighed in slight frustration. “She’s only going in for some intel. She’ll be fine.��

Simon nodded stiffly after a moment and as he was turning to leave Price called out to him. “I’d at least talk with her before she leaves Simon.”

He didn’t acknowledge that he heard him, just continued out the door and mindlessly walked the rest of the way to his room where he would be for the next coming hours.

Hours later He could hear the moment everyone was starting to head to bed. It was well into the night by now and he knew that but he couldn’t sleep. His mind was racing with thoughts of you. He hated himself for how much pain he’s put you through.

He reached for his phone and immediately went to your contact. His thumb hovered over the call button but he never pressed it. He never got the chance to because in the next second his phone started vibrating and your name appeared.

The shock lasted for the first rings before he answered it but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He didn’t want to hurt you more but he could hear it, the desperation, the love you still held for him even after everything.

He knew then just exactly what he wanted.

So The moment you confessed to him that you couldn’t sleep without him, he was already sitting up in bed getting his shoes on.

The moment you realized he wasn’t going to verbally answer you and you hung up he was already halfway to your room. Wearing your favorite hoodie of his.

The moment you opened the door and your eyes met and your voice called his name softly, his entire body just wanted to kneel to the floor in front of you and beg for forgiveness.

The moment he had you cradled in his arms and had you whispering that you missed him he felt whatever resolve he had, built up in the time apart, crumble.

He couldn’t believe just how far you dug yourself into his heart until he finally felt you against him after not speaking for so long. It was his fault, he knew that. He knew he was the one who broke whatever was going on off.

He knew he was the reason there never was an official relationship to break off in the first place. Just a line drawn that you both kept tiptoeing the day you met, never crossing the boundary of being friends or more.

And as he laid there, carding his fingers softly through your hair the way he knew you liked, he couldn’t help but think about the moment that got him into this mess. Sometimes he wished he turned you away more. Or at least kept his distance better.

But it didn’t matter now.

Simon didn’t want to go to sleep, not when he was enjoying watching you breathe softly as you curled yourself further against him.

He considered the fact that he should leave, let you sleep and not wake up to the reality that he was in bed with you again, a reality he was sure you would regret when you were more alert again.

But as he moved to try and slowly get off the bed you were suddenly wide awake and grabbing onto his arm. “Why are you leaving?” Your voice was groggy but he could hear the hint of fear and hurt in it at his actions. “Do you hate me that much?”

“What? Hate you?” Immediately he relaxed back into his spot and looked you straight in the eyes. How could you ever think he hated you? “I don’t hate you.”

“Then please,” your eyes were pleading with him. “Please don’t go.” The weight of your words settled on his heart and it felt like you were asking him for more than just to simply help you sleep.

A tense silence settled over the two of you as you practically stared into his soul. He opened his mouth to relent when you spoke again. “I love you Simon.”

He felt his breathing go completely still. Your words sounded like you couldn’t hold them to yourself any longer. “I’ve loved you since the first week we met. Even when you pushed me away, even when I wanted to kill you. I’ve loved you.” The more you talked the more he was sure his heart wouldn’t start again.

He could feel the moment when you started pulling away from him after he took too long to respond. He could feel you slipping through his fingers again and he couldn’t let it happen again not this time.

In an instant one of his arms wrapped around you and pulled you tightly against him while the other went to his mask and pulled it off.

He didn’t give you the chance to even take him in before he was pulling you to him, his lips landing on yours in a desperate first kiss.

A kiss that flooded you with every emotion he was withholding from you this whole time. A kiss that he had been wanting to feel ever since the first time he felt your lips ghost his.

The hand that was on your back moved to grip your hip as he sat up just slightly to kiss you harder. The hand holding his mask went to rest beside your head so he could hold himself better while he felt your hands everywhere like you were exploring something for the first time. Which you were.

Your hands were in his hair, dragging down his cheeks and jaw before gripping his neck to pull him impossibly closer. Only breaking when you ran out of breathe but he didn’t move far.

You stared at him, gasping in breathes while he looked at you like it was the first time all over again. “I love you too. I’m sorry for ever making you feel like I didn’t. I always have.” He said it softly like he was making sure only you would ever hear those words leave his mouth.

You smiled gently and brought him in for a softer kiss before he muttered against them, “come back to me tomorrow yeah?” You could only nod as he gave you one more kiss before falling back onto his side and pulling you into him.

His mask long gone on the floor and his heart content when you buried your face in his neck, sighing happily.

And true to your promise, you came straight back to him after your mission a few days later.

Really hope yall liked this🙏🏻😭

Also! Johnnys part two next and I’ve made the executive decision that Rudy is coming after that 😋

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