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kaiser1ns · 4 months

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𝗶𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗿𝗶𝗻 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

╹synopsis :: you can't play hide-and-seek forever, right? well, that's until someone discovers your secret.

╹contents :: fem!reader, fluff, secret relationship, softie rin, shidou being a menace as usual

╹notes :: i love rin so much<333 hope you enjoy it! sorry for any grammar mistakes.

The aroma of delicious food filled the air as the members of PXG gathered around a large table. Y/N, who had been tirelessly assisting Loki, their mentor, was surprised when the Frenchman insisted on treating her to dinner as a token of appreciation for her hard work. There was a rare moment of peace, and to the surprise of everyone at the table, there was no food fight as they enjoyed their well-deserved meal from the hard training.

Shidou couldn't resist teasing his favorite(and only) female friend. He turned to Y/N with a mischievous shit-eating grin and asked, "Hey Y/N, do you like someone from here?" The question caught her off guard, and she raised an eyebrow before responding, "It's none of your business." she replied, returning her attention to her plate.

But we all know Shidou Ryusei’s nature, you will be teased for the rest of your life, "Oh, come on! There's definitely someone, hmm?" Y/N rolled her eyes, replying with a hint of sarcasm, "The only thing I like is the money I'm getting from Ego, nothing more, nothing less." She finished her last bite of food and added, "Now, if you excuse me, I have more work to do. If anyone needs me, I'll be analyzing Bastard Munchen's players in the monitor room."

With that, the girl excused herself from the table, bid everyone good night, and disappeared into her work. The glow of the large TV screen illuminated her focused expression as she delved into her analysis, ”I swear if I don’t get more money in my paycheck”. Little did she know that, in the moment of her murmuring, someone was approaching her from behind.

She felt a pair of strong hands gently wrap around her waist, and a familiar voice whispered in her ear, "You work too hard, you know that?" Y/N smiled, recognizing the voice instantly. Itoshi Rin, her secret boyfriend, leaned down to kiss her cheek, putting his head in the crock of her neck.

“And you do that too, but at least I’m taking breaks, Mister Striker”. The dark-haired boy didn’t say anything, his head still resting on his girlfriend's head. It's so nice — the feeling of peace when no one is looking at you, no teasing remarks from Shidou, no homework from Loki, and no high expectations — she's so nice.

With his body relaxing and all his weight on her body, he can fall asleep right then and now, but he knows he can't do that. "Hey, sleepyhead," she said, nudging his head lightly with her finger, earning a groan from Rin "Go have some rest in your room, Loki said, not to tell anyone, but tomorrow's training will be even harder." Again, no answer. Still in his embrace, she decided to somehow move to the chairs with the 186 cm tall boy wrapped around her like a koala. "You are so cute, but you will break my bones."

What she didn't expect was Rin's sharp turn, as he sat down and y/n settled onto his lap, she couldn't help but feel her heart beating faster at the sudden turn of events. His arms tightened around her, securing her place, and she found herself looking up into his tired but vibrant teal eyes, blush coming up to her cheeks. "What got you so clingy, Rin?”

“Nothing. I just wanted to be with you…” he admitted, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. Y/n's blush deepened, but she smiled back at him, understanding the unspoken words between them. Savoring any moment they can spend together. With a gentle laugh, she teased, "Well, next time you feel like using me as a human pillow, just ask nicely."

Hearing noise from outside, they looked at each other, fearing that someone would enter the room in need of Y/N’s help. The striker suddenly stood up, releasing her from his embrace. “I should probably get going. Have a good night, Y/N”

With a teasing grin, she replied, "Well, get some rest, Rin. You have to be fresh like a daisy tomorrow." tip-toeing to reward him for today - a little peck on the lips. “Love you.” With one last nod, he left the room with a smile on his face.

As he disappeared into the hallway, Y/N couldn't help but smile. Yes, their relationship is a secret from everyone—a game of hide-and-seek, it’s hard to manage but as long as no-one suspects a thing, everything is okay.

“I KNEW IT!” again a familiar voice called from behind her, and it’s no other than Shidou Ryusei himself. Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, turning around to face “the demon” and in a threatening tone said, "If you even dare to tell anybody about this, I will personally make your life a living hell - no more Chainsaw Man manga, no more yukhoe and a restraining order against you for Itoshi Sae.”

If until now Shidou was not afraid of anything, now he is definitely afraid.

#✧* 🤍 blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #itoshi rin #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #itoshi rin x y/n #itoshi rin fluff #shidou ryusei #x reader #rin x reader

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finelinevogue · 1 year

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distant promises

summary - Bucky has been on a mission for a long time and you miss him

warnings: insomnia, long-distance relationship, swearing, Christmas sadness (only slightly)

pairing: boyfriend!bucky x reader

word count: 2k

Bucky had been gone for 6 months now.

He was currently on a mission in the French Alps, taking down some military base that had connections to HYDRA. The mission meant a lot to him, not thanks to having been tested on and tortured with over a multitude of years. It had taken him a while to be comfortable with who he was and rid himself of the Winter Soldier. You could see him coming accepting himself for who he truly was more each day. He wasn't afraid of who he was anymore and it was an honour to have helped him through that.

It was currently 1 in the morning and you still had yet to fall asleep. You had been finding it harder and harder to fall asleep as the months went by without Bucky. It certainly didn't help that you were taking extra shifts at Starbucks, in order to pay off some debts you owed to banks and Bucky.

Bucky kept telling you to cut back on the shifts and let him pay off some of your debts you owed him too much already that you couldn’t justify anymore.

So insomnia it was.

You honestly couldn't think of what you'd done to deserve him.

Turning in bed to check your phone, you started scrolling through your Instagram to like photos on your dashboard. There were some pictures of friends who were out clubbing, singing Christmas songs at the top of their lung. There were also some celebrities posting magazine shoots and as always there were the cat accounts that you religiously followed.

You were scrolling and liking for about ten minutes before you had an incoming call from Bucky.

"Hey Buck." You sounded surprised that he'd called you. Normally it was too risky to call since he didn’t want anyone to track his phone and give away his location, but here he was.

"Hi babe." You could hear the smile in his voice.

"What's up?" You asked as you snuggled further under the warmth of your fresh, clean, duvet.

"I saw you were active on Instagram, but I know it’s really early morning where you are so I just wanted to make sure everything is okay?"

Knowing that Bucky kept tabs on what time it was where you were was just one of the small things he did which meant a whole lot more than anything his money could buy you.

"Yeah everything's good.” Buck stayed silent as you answered, knowing there was more to it. “It’s, um, just that I wish you were here with me."

"Oh darling, I miss you so much. I promise you it won't be long before I see you next." Now it was your turn to remain silent. "Y/N? Please don't cry darling."

“Sorry.” You sniffled, getting yourself worked up over something so trivial.

"Hey, no. Don’t apologise. I have to go really soon love, but I'm not going to hang up until I know you're alright."

"No need to worry about me Buck. I'll be alright." You tried to say as happily as possible, but you knew Bucky would catch on that what you were saying was far from the truth.

"Babe, you know I worry about you constantly." He laughed.

“Like literally ALL the time.” You heard Sam shout in the background, making you laugh.

"Is Sam there?" You asked Bucky.

“Yeah. Y’wanna say hi?”

"Mhm."

"Y/N I can’t deal with this emotional softie anymore." Sam said without a hello.

“Emotional softie? Are we sure we’re talking about the same man?” You teased Bucky, knowing that he most likely had you on speaker phone.

“The bionic-dude right?” Sam made himself laugh and you heard a grunt from what sounded like Bucky punching Sam. You rolled your eyes over their stupid playfulness, before Bucky came back to the phone.

"Yeah, that's enough of that.”

“Surprised you two have kept each other alive.” You laughed to Bucky, eyes feeling heavier now that you’d safely heard from him.

“Barely.” You shuffled again in bed. “Okay darling, I have to go now. As much as I don't want to I'm gonna have to love you and leave you. Just promise me you'll try and get some sleep?"

“As long as you promise to come home for Christmas.”

"I promise."

“Then I promise too.”

"I love you." Bucky just kissed the microphone to make it sound like he was really kissing you. You kissed yours back and you both stayed on the phone for another minute as you wrapped up your goodbye, before you attempted some better sleep.

•••••

Needless to say, when you woke up the next morning you felt awful.

There was still no surprise Bucky waking up next to you. There was a lack of smell on his side of the bed where he should be sleeping. There was no mess on his side of the room or whistling from a silly tune he’d make up.

It was going to be another day without him and with only a few days until Christmas, you were starting to lose hope on spending it with him.

Your scheduled alarm went off at 7am for your morning shift. You aspired to open up your own cafe one day and so you wanted to get the knowledge of how business operates and be able to tackle customer experience first hand. That’s why you worked in Starbucks. You were also taking an online degree in finance and business, to help you for when you open your cafe.

You got ready by putting on your black jeans and the Starbucks t-shirt. You threw on your basic vans and grabbed your bag before going out the front door to work. Starbucks was about a 30 minute walk from your shared house. Normally Bucky would drive you, because that's the gentleman he is, but because he hasn't been here you've been walking to work. It’s mostly a pleasant walk, but you hate having so much time to yourself and your thoughts.

Your manager told you that you'd be managing the shop floor today, meaning you had to give all the employees individual jobs, whilst help make the drinks and also be in charge of the tills’ money. It was going to be a stressful, but worth the experience.

Plus, anything to keep your mind off Bucky and how he was doing

It had been about 2 hours into your shift and you'd managed to get through with no complaints, so you’d given yourself a break. You weren’t feeling hungry just yet though, so you just got a cappuccino and went into the back office for your 20 minute break.

Not even 3 minutes into your break one of the employees came in.

"Hi Y/N. Sorry to disturb you but there's a customer out front who wants a manager to complain to."

This was a reason why you didn’t want to be a manager all the time, because you were really bad for getting upset when someone shouted at you.

"Ok. Thanks Nina. I'll be there in 2 seconds." You wiped your hand around your mouth to make sure there's no froth left behind and then went back out front. "Nina, where are they?" You asked her, as you couldn't see anyone obvious who looked like they wanted to complain.

"Umm..." She scanned the room. "Oh, that gentleman sat by the window over there." She pointed to a man who had his hoodie slightly pulled up and was looking out the window.

Walking over, you wiped your clammy hands on your red apron because as much as you put on a brave face sometimes social interactions gave you anxiety. You took a deep breathe before being prepared to get screamed at. Why anyone would want to scream and shout this close to Christmas you didn’t understand. Where was the Christmas joy?

"Hi. I'm Y/N. My colleague said you had a complaint?" You asked politely.

"Yeah I just wanted to complain that this cup of coffee is not nearly as good as the one that my girlfriend makes at home. So, why is that?" He turned around to you and took down the hood from his head and sunglasses off to look directly at you.

You took a step back, reaching for the counter to support yourself from fainting in disbelief.

Bucky was in your Starbucks making a "complaint".

You covered your face with your hands as you sunk down to the floor crying. You were so shocked that he was actually here that you didn't even know how to act. He laughed at as he stood up from his chair and slowly walked over to where you were crouched down on the floor.

You stood up and looked around to see customers and colleagues smiling and Nina was filming the whole thing. "You knew! Oh for fuck sake!" You cry-laughed, as you pointed at Nina.

"Surprise?"

You just shook your head. You could hear Bucky laughing at the whole situation - a laugh that you'd missed more than you'd allowed yourself to believe.

"Do I not get an ecstatic run, jump and a hug from my girlfriend?" Bucky joked, holding his arms wide open for you to be engulfed in.

"You're a knob!" You joked at him, shaking your head because you couldn't get over he was actually in front of you.

"Sam said you'd say that!"

You slapped your hand on your forehead when you actually realised what was going on. "What the actual fuck? You're really here?"

"I'm worried it's taken you this long to realise it, darling!" His arms were still wide open.

You laughed as you ran and jumped into his warm and loving embrace. You wrapped your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, whilst he wrapped his arms firmly around your waist to support you from falling. You started to cry again whilst inhaling his sweet cinnamon scent. He just smelt like home. "I'm going to have go on missions more often if it means I can surprise you like this!" He said, but you were too busy crying over the fact your best friend was back in your arms.

"You're actually here." You whispered into his neck.

"I am, love. I am right here." He whispered back to you, pressing a multitude of kisses to the side of your face. "I'm always going to be here." You didn't care that he was being the stereotypical smushy boyfriend, right now you were just glad you were back with each other.

You let each other go. Bucky wiped your tears away with the sleeve of his hoodie and kissed your forehead.

"I've still got like 2 hours of my shift left." You said, wondering what he's going to do now.

"Yeah, fuck no. I spoke to your manager and she was more than happy for you to go home early. With me, obviously."

"Really?" Your eyes lit up over the thought of spending the rest of the day glued next to him.

"Let's go home and get some well deserved sleep for a change." He took your hand and squeezed it, just once more for reassurance that he was home with you.

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cod-dump · 1 year

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Soap steals Ghost’s sweatshirts all the time and uses them as pillows— they smell like Simon, and Johnny falls asleep instantly with them.

Soap used to sleep by himself without issue. Then he got with Ghost and now he can’t sleep without him. He needs to feel the man next to him, be held by him, in order to get a decent night’s rest. But he wasn’t aware of this change until Ghost went on a mission without him.

That night was miserable.

He was tossing and turning, missing the warmth of Ghost's arms and he secure he felt in them. Soap managed to get three hours of sleep that night and was dragging his feet the rest of the day. Gaz found him resting his head on his desk, groaning.

"What's with you?"

"Couldn't sleep last night."

"Really? Normally when you can't sleep at night it's because Ghost... kept you up."

"Well, turns out he keeps me up by not being there at all."

"Oh... Maybe try talking to him on the phone before you go to sleep? Might help."

Soap decided to try that later that day after settling into bed. Ghost picked up after a couple rings.

“Hey, Johnny. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“Should. Can’t sleep.”

“Oh, love. Something troubling you?”

“Yea, my usual bedmate isn’t here.”

Ghost chuckles, “That can’t be helped.”

They talked four a couple hours until Ghost had to get off. Soap sighed when the call ended, feeling tired but unsure if he would actually sleep. He sighs and closes his eyes, trying to quiet his mind. But sleep did not come to him until two hours before his alarm. He woke to the alarm with a groan.

“Fuck.”

Soap wouldn’t sleep peacefully again until after Ghost returned from his mission. Soap didn’t even know he came back, he was busy hanging over his desk staring at a report, trying to will it to complete itself. Ghost walked in and Soap was ready to snap at whoever walked into his office without permission.

“It’s common courtesy to knock before entering-“

He stopped talking when he saw Ghost, who was mostly amused by his tone.

“Wake up on the wrong side of the bed?”

Soap quickly got up, knocking his chair over, before he ran over to Ghost. He pulled him into a tight hug, sighing at his familiar scent and how his arms felt wrapped around him. He sagged against Ghost, closing his eyes as he did.

"Have you not been sleeping, love?"

"I've slept... just not as much as I would've liked."

Soap feels lips press to the top of his head and a soft murmur from Ghost, "How about you go to bed early, yea? Get some rest."

"Yours or mine?"

They took turns in who's room they slept in. They often slept in Soap's room due to the location being closer to both their offices and other areas. But, tonight, Ghost dragged Soap to his room. Due to Soap not sleeping there as often, he didn't have any spare clothes there. Ghost had a whole drawer with his things in Soap's room, maybe it was time for Soap to have such a space in Ghost's.

Ghost was in his private bathroom, cleaning up while Soap decided to just go to sleep as soon as possible. He stripped his clothes and grabbed a pair of Ghost's sweats and a hoodie before curling up in the man's bed. Instantly, Soap melted, Ghost's warm scent all around him. It got even better when Ghost climbed in next to him. The moment Soap settled against the man's chest, he was out. He would sleep a good twelve hours, Ghost not bothering to disturb him.

He only woke when Ghost shook him awake.

"Morning, Johnny."

"God, what time is it?"

"Around 1000 hours."

Soap groans, he slept way past his alarm, "Why didn't you wake me?"

"You looked like you needed the rest."

Soap sits up, stretching. He could see sunlight shining through the curtains but he didn't hear anything going on outside or in the halls due to Ghost's fan. Soap didn't remember him turning it on before he went to sleep. Soap was surprised when Ghost handed him a mug of coffee but his heart quickly melted.

"Big ol' softie."

"I can be. Tell anyone and I'll make you regret it," Ghost says with a joking tone.

He sips his coffee, humming when Ghost leans over and kisses the top of his head.

"Take all the time you need, you're off today."

"I am?"

"Lieutenant Riley decided to give you the weekend off."

Soap laughs, "Did he now? Well, looks like I'm going to have to thank him."

"Thank him by getting some rest."

Soap decided to not get out of bed that day. He spent the rest of the day and the day after sleeping. When he finally got back to work, Gaz immediately jumped onto him for 'abandoning' him.

"You could've at least convinced Ghost to give me time off, too!"

"Oh, and how would've I done that?"

"I don't know! Do whatever it is you normally do to get something out of him!"

"You can get your own time off by either asking Ghost yourself or going to Price."

Soap's nights would improve with Ghost being back on base. Things felt like they were getting back into the swing of things when another mission came up that Ghost would have to leave for. Soap knew once Ghost was gone he would be plagued by sleepless nights once more. So, the night before Ghost's departure, he clung to the man like a life line.

"Johnny..."

"Hmm?"

"I'm coming back. I always do."

Soap sighs, "I know. It's just- I can't sleep without you here."

Ghost squeezes him closer, "I'm sorry, love. I can't be two places at once."

Soap crawled on top of Ghost's chest, Ghost not saying a word as the man curls up on him, his head under his chin. Soap dreaded Ghost leaving, absentmindedly holding onto the man like he was just disappear if he let him go. When he woke, Ghost was gone. He left a note about having to leave earlier than planned, Soap frowning at it.

Soap worked throughout the day, knowing what would come when he tried to sleep. He prolonged his duties as much as possible, dragging his feet when he headed to his room having ran out of stuff to do. Soap got dressed in his sleeping clothes and laid in his bed. He noted how Ghost's scent was very faint on the sheets, making him frown.

Just like he predicted, he tossed and turned for a couple hours, unable to sleep. Finally, he just got out of bed, deciding to walk around with no particular goal in mind. He walked until he just stopped and leaning on the wall of the hall, missing Ghost. Soap blinks when an idea comes to him.

He walked quickly through the halls, stopping when he came to Ghost's room. He slipped inside, sighing when he got in. His eyes land on his target-- Ghost's bed. He walks over and flops onto the neatly made bed, sighing at the smell. Soap closes his eyes and lays there before he sits up. Ghost had left one of his hoodies draped on the back of his desk chair, having just worn it before he left.

Soap grabs it and holds it close. Smelled just like him.

Soap held the hoodie close as he laid on Ghost's bed. And just like that, he fell asleep.

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la-petite-lapin · 4 months

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Double the Love | Part Three

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x female civilian!OC Word Count: 1.8k Series warnings (may change between chapters): 18+, Minors DNI, angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence, mentions of poor mental health, injury description, eventual explicit sexual content, polyamory, M/M/F, FMC is bad at feelings, Johnny is a big softie

The guys have a chill day

Ghost yells in his sleep.

I find that out on the second night. His screams wake me up, practically vibrating through the walls of the apartment. I lie awake in bed, not knowing what to do, listening to the faint sounds of Johnny's voice as he consoles him. After a while, a buzzing silence fills the room again.

It takes me a while longer to realise that I won't be able to fall asleep again. Instead, I creep out into the kitchen. It's just gone six a.m. so I just decide to start the day early.

I make myself a mug of hot chocolate - try not to think of those ungodly, heart-wrenching screams - and switch on the TV at a low volume to try and fill the silence. I scroll through my emails, double-checking that the small interior design company I joined last year is doing okay.

This is the first time I've taken any time off since I started. According to my wonderful manager, I deserve a break so they're making me use some of my annual holiday up - meaning I should have two perfect weeks of uninterrupted rest time. Originally, I intended to spend it alone, binging on TV shows and slouching around the apartment in my PJs. Now, it looks like I'll be spending it with two soldiers.

A message alert appears across the top of my screen, so I click on it while I wait for the milk to finish heating up.

JOHN PRICE: Hey Tali, how's it going over there? TALIA KELLER: So far so good. TALIA KELLER: Ghost has night terrors. Johnny seems like he knows what to do though. JOHN PRICE: Ah, yeah. JOHN PRICE: They're getting better. Slowly though.

Jesus. If that was "getting better", then I dread to think what bad looks like.

JOHN PRICE: You're okay with them though? TALIA KELLER: Yeah, it's fine :)

I finish making my hot chocolate then take a seat in my armchair, savouring the low hum of the TV with my eyes closed as I drink. When I'm done, with a belly full of hot chocolate, I start to fall asleep again. I'm almost gone when I hear the soft squeak of a door opening in the hallway.

"Tali? a Scottish-accented voice whispers in the darkness.

I turn around, glancing over the high back of my chair. A pair of blue eyes meet mine. Johnny stands in the hallway, dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt, his expression one of concern. He looks tired; his hair sticking up at odd angles. I can see the padding of the thick gauze bandage over one side of his ribs through his shirt.

"Hey," I say softly, not knowing what else to say.

Johnny bobs his head. After a moment of hesitation, he joins me in the living room, dropping down onto the sofa with a quiet oof. "We woke ye up, didn't we?"

I nod. "Don't worry about it. I'm a light sleeper anyway."

The answering frown that forms on his lips makes me wish I'd just lied. "'m sorry. He hasn't been that bad recently. I think it's being in a new place that's making it worse. He should settle down soon."

"Seriously, don't worry about it."

A beat of silence passes before I say, "So... tell me about you and Ghost."

And, just like that, the discomfort in Johnny's expression melts. His eyes glow with pure adoration, flickering behind me in the direction of their room.

I don't know how much he can tell me - their unit seems pretty secretive, and Ghost seems rather content on keeping me as far removed from their lives as humanly possible - but it's worth a shot. Johnny always seems happy and at ease wherever Ghost is concerned. It's not something that I personally can fathom; Ghost has never made me feel anything other than uneasy.

"We met in the 141. He's my L.T., so it's a bit frowned upon, but we keep ourselves to ourselves so it's never really a problem. On base, we aren't out." A flash of something passes across his face, disappearing almost as quickly at it came. Something akin to disappointment. "John and our mate Gaz are the only people who know 'bout us. Ghost 'as always been private. I did'nae expect anything else."

The corner of my mouth lifts in a half-smile. I pull my legs up to sit cross-legged in the armchair and tilt my head to one side. "I can't imagine him being particularly soft or cuddly."

Johnny barks out a loud laugh. "Nah, that's me. S- Ghost isn't very affectionate. Not physically, anyway. More like acts of service and words of affirmation. That kind of stuff."

"So, what brought you all back to London then?"

"I almost got gutted on our last mission. We're lucky tha's all that happened." He grimaces and lets out a deep sigh, lifting one massive hand to massage his temples. With one hand over his ribs, he settles back against the sofa cushions. "Everything went to shit. Ghost won't admit it, but he's aggravated some old injuries too. And we lost a pilot, and three allied soldiers..."

Alex's face flashes in my mind. His light brown hair mused and messy, his beard short and scruffy - just the way he liked it. The soft, twinkling glow of amusement dancing in his eyes...

"Does that happen often? Losses," I ask before I can think. I don't really want to know - don't want to upset Johnny or hear how common it was for good men to die. Like I don't already know.

Just like that, he's frowning again. "Don't worry 'bout it, lassie. Prolly shouldn't 've said anything. Ruined the moment."

I lift one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. "It's fine."

We sit in silence after that, watching TV as we wait for Ghost to wake up.

By day four, I have a budding friendship with Johnny. We have inside jokes and a handshake. We've even started mirroring some of each other's mannerisms.

I also know that Ghost doesn't like it.

It's around lunchtime when John and another guy - someone else I don't recognise - show up at the apartment, laden with six packs of beer and bags of snack foods. I let them in with a bewildered laugh. The second John's through the door, he pulls me into his arms for one of his signature bear hugs.

"Oh Tali, how I've missed you." The words are mumbled into my hair as I let out a soft giggle, squealing as he lifts me off of my feet.

"I've missed you too. Now put me down before you break a hip, old man."

By the time he's set me back down, the boys are already making themselves at home in the open plan kitchen. Johnny moves around sorting various snack foods onto plates and into bowls, gliding with the confidence of someone who's lived here for years, not days. His other friend - a man with dark, curly hair tucked for the most part under a baseball cap, and dark, expressive eyes - stands back, leaning against the counter with an open can in one hand, taking sips of beer between speaking. Then there's Ghost, leaning against the opposite counter, eyes never straying far from Johnny.

"How have they been?" John asks, his voice low and quiet as he watches the boys interacting in the kitchen.

I offer him a reassuring smile. "They've been okay. Johnny has a brilliant sense of humour; I like him."

John smiles. "Thought you would."

"What are you two ladies gossiping about?" a voice calls from the kitchen, the words laced with an east London accent. I glance up to see the newcomer looking at me, eyes glittering with interest. He must be the local John was talking about when he first called me about the boys.

"Wouldn't you like to know," I say, wiggling my eyebrows.

Johnny's own eyebrows shoot up into his hairline, his mouth quivering before an extremely loud, abrupt laugh bursts out of it. "Well she got you there, Gaz."

Gaz. The last remaining member of Alex's unit that I had yet to meet.

"Where are my manners?" Gaz walks around from behind the kitchen counter, coming to stand in the living area with me and John. He extends a calloused hand for me to shake, offering me a boyishly charming smile as I do. "Name's Kyle Garrick, but everyone just calls me Gaz. Feel free to call me whatever; I'll probably answer to it. What's your name?"

"Tali."

His grin widens. "Nice to meet you, Tali."

I return his grin. "Likewise."

With that, moving with the same natural easiness as Johnny, Gaz walks back to his spot in the kitchen, picking up his beer and taking another sip. I meet Johnny's eyes, noting the reassuring smile and nod that he flashes in my direction. But that also means that I catch the scowl coming from Ghost.

The whole interaction makes me realise a couple of things.

One: Ghost does not particularly like me. Two: Ghost could give me his real name, he just chooses not to. It seems like he wants nothing more than to remain at this level of impersonal with me for the entire duration of his stay, unlike Johnny who seems dead-set on getting to know me. In the four days that they've been here, I still haven't gotten a clear look at Ghost's face. The whole time, he's been wearing a hood to cover up or - most days - a surgical mask to cover the lower half of his face. Anything to keep me at arm's length.

"Hey, pretty lass, do you want a beer?"

My eyes fall on Johnny and the two cans in his hands. There's a hopeful look on his face that makes me nod yes. With a smooth underarm throw, he tosses me a can and flashes me another broad grin.

"Do you mind if we hang out here for a bit?" John asks softly, just for me to hear. When I look up at him, his expression tells me that if I ask him to leave, they will. No questions asked. "There's a footie game on and Gaz wanted to watch it with the lads. It's a tradition we normally do on base, but I'm sure we could find a pub playing it or something."

"Watch it here." I genuinely want them to. I want to spend time with them; want to see how they all interact. And I've missed hanging out with John while he's been away. There's also a small, selfish part of me that wants to see how they all fit as a team. To see if I can spot the gap in the dynamic where Alex would have slotted in; to see what his life would have been like in those last few weeks. "Maybe I want to watch it too. If that's okay."

"Of course it's okay." John's arm wraps around my shoulders. "Which reminds me. Ghost and Soap might need somewhere to stay for the long haul. At least until Soap is fully healed, that is."

I nod slowly. "And you want them to stay here?"

"Would that be okay with you?"

I glance across to the kitchen, watching Johnny and Gaz playfight under Ghost's watchful eye. Even messing around, they're respectful; keeping a mindful distance from anything fragile or expensive. As much as I hate to say it, I'm growing used to Johnny's constant playful presence in the apartment. Even Ghost's brooding is starting to grow on me.

"I think I like having them here. As long as they're both happy, they can stay as long as they like. I can talk to Winnie about logistics if it comes to it."

John nods, the corners of his mouth ticking upwards. "They both seem happy here, Tali. Ghost seems relaxed; that hardly ever happens."

Really? If this is Ghost relaxed then I'd hate to see him stressed.

"Again, ladies?" Gaz heckles playfully. He folds his arms across his chest, clicking his tongue and shaking his head like a disappointed parent.

At that, John straightens, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "We might be off duty, but I'm still your captain, sergeant. Now - all of you get your arses in here."

The three of them head into the living room, filling the coffee table with cans and the various bowls that they've prepared. One by one, they choose their seats for the next couple of hours. As Gaz tries to drop down into my armchair, Ghost shoots him a pointed look, and he opts to sit on the floor instead, eyes twinkling once again.

Hm.

"Right, now everybody shut y'er mouths. I'm putting the game on."

And, with that, Johnny lines up the football on the sports channel and we all settle in.

a/n: happy new year guys! hope you all enjoy this chapter. I know that it's a bit shorter than the last one, but I'm currently battling with a mild case of writer's block this is also a repost as tumblr decided to not show this the first time around - hope to see you all again very soon, lapetitelapin :)

#cod #fanfic #ghoap x reader #ghost x reader x soap #simon “ghost” riley x reader #soap x reader #callofduty #cod fanfic #cod x reader #ghost x reader #female reader #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny x reader x simon #angst #romance #johnny soap mactavish x reader #simon riley x reader #double the love

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nrdmssgs · 11 months

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John Price x reader (friends2lovers) part 2

Masterlist

Part 1

Pairing: Price x civilian afab reader

Summary: John fights his demons in the middle of the night, and you are clearly not helping. He doesn't mind, though.

Warnings: smut (under cut), kissing, body worship, oral (f receiving)

AN: Ok, apparently i'll need another part to end this one. Sorry guys, I tried to keep it clean and short, but I've failed. Price is still a big caring softie here.

Thank you for patience, dear @fruitymoonbeams-blog I hope, it was worth it.

“I thought, we had a deal. Something about you not working at my place?” His voice is still gruff after sleep as he stops behind the couch, but you don't even flinch, keeping reading and highlighting some text at the bottom of one of your documents. “I just need to review these contracts before next week,” you answer, not paying much attention to John. “Besides, I had enough sleep this day, hey—” He takes his reading glasses off your face and picks you up off the couch. “You are going to sleep.” He isn't event asking you, it is statement. You desperately grab a fist full of papers, before he carries you to your bedroom.

You ask him, why was he up in the middle of the night anyway, and he stiffens. “My brain chose violence today.” He gently lays you down on the bed and brushes a stray of your hair out of your face. “Nevermind... You know, what the real question is, though? Why did you steal m` bloody glasses? Old age hit you suddenly? Cant see a single freaking letter, granny?”

“Oh, shut up, you old bastard.” You reach out to grab his glasses, but he catches your hand mid-flight. “You're not getting those back, darling. But if you want your bedtime stories so bad, I can read them to you.” He takes the contracts from you, walks around the bed and lies down on the other side. "Where did you stop? On a tale of ... “repaying forfeits procedure”?" You nod and make yourself comfortable, resting your head on his shoulder.

He reads your contract in a quiet and calm voice. You ask him a couple of times to mark something in the text, but very soon your eyelids become heavy. When your breathing calms and deepens and you no longer comment on his reading, John sets aside the contracts and turns off the bedside lamp. He lies in the dark for a while, his fingers lightly tracing circles on your back. He takes in every second of this peaceful heaven: the silence, your barely audible breath, the warmth spreading through his body from where your cheek touches his chest. That moment of calm was worth stealing you away from the rest of the world for a few days.

He embraces you and shifts his weight to put you on a pillow. Before releasing his hand from under your head, he freezes, admiring your face. When you fall asleep, the wrinkles in the corners of your eyes, appearing from concentrated reading, smooth out. Price loves moments when your face is so relaxed. He leans down and whispers "Sweet dreams", barely touching your forehead with his lips. This is not even a real kiss. He wouldn't dare.

And just when he is about to move away, he hears your muffled voice. “You missed, Price. My lips are right there.” Your words catch him off guard and paralyze his mind. He doesn't move, doesn't even breathe for a few long seconds. His face still looms over yours as you slowly open your eyes. John can't believe his ears, so he searches for an approval in your soft gaze. You brush your fingers against his torso, your touch is light and not really demanding of anything. But for him, a warmth of your skin piercing through his shirts` fabric is everything that makes any sense right now. John looks down at your lips, closes his eyes and sighs. “Don't do this to me.”

As soon as you hear his words, your hands fall down on the bed. “I've misread.” Your voice does not change, and this phrase sounds just as warm and relaxed. But he can feel your pulse quicken and your face going warmer with an embarrassed blush. "No... No, you got it right." He moves back a few inches to see your entire face. "I want it. I dream about it. But I don't want to fuck up… our friendship. Can't afford to lose you.”

You stare at him confused and he proceeds. “I don't want one-night stand, I make a shitty “friend with benefit”... and even if you be so merciful to let such a duffer in your life - I don't want to drag you into the chaos of my work. I want to keep you safe from my problems. So there is no possible scenario—”

He stops talking, when you cover your eyes with your hand. “John…” You sigh heavily, massage your eyes, and move your hand away from your face. “Do you remember that time a few years ago, when your wound didn't heal properly, and you ended up in a hospital on Christmas?” He nods and squints slightly. “Of course, I remember. I ruined your vacation that time. You were supposed to sunbathe somewhere, and instead you kept visiting me in that hellhole.”

“There was no vacation.” The words escape your lips with a sad smile. “I haven’t taken any days off for a long time so that I could rush to you if anything happens. And every time you leave, I practically settle in my office only to run away from thoughts about you. I don't even know if I ever see you again, every time you get deployed. And as much as I hate the feeling, I chew it up. I am already not safe from your problems, Price…”

His deep blue eyes slowly widen, his face becomes more serious and dejected as he slowly remembers all the times when you came to help or take care of him, motivating this with lack of other plans. A heavy silence hangs in the air. He slowly and carefully hugs you, draws you closer and presses his lips to the top of your head. "Putting you through all this, not noticing anything. Guess, I'm just a bloody ignorant idiot." You feel him pulling you closer, hiding you in his hands.

“This is not an ignorance, John,” you smile, although sound somewhat bitter. “It's your way of… well, living through all this. And if you want to keep things this way - I won't cross any lines. Can't afford to lose you too. So… how about we forget this, meet tomorrow morning and go on enjoying our friendship?”

“No.” His lips are grazing over your forehead and down your cheeks. “I'm not forgetting this tomorrow.” A warm kiss is pressed against the corner of your lips. “And if you allow, I'll make you remember as well.” His hand cradles your head, fingers sink into your curls. Despite his soft touch, you can feel his skin burning, as his thumb brushes over your cheek. “But… only if and as long as you let me.” He doesn't move, waiting for your consent.

“My lips are still right there.” You almost feel something cracking and melting in his mind, as he hears your answer. John leans in and your lips meet. His first touch is gentle, even reserved in a way. As if he desperately holds back, trying to not scare you off. A second kiss feels almost the same: cautious and discreet, despite his lips linger a bit longer on yours. But when he kisses you for a third time, everything changes. He lets out a barely audible sigh, holding you by the back of your head, his tongue barely brushing the softest skin of your lips. This one is longer, much longer, as you respond to his movements, and he closes his eyes, losing himself in the feeling.

He feels as if the time itself stood still. You are right there, in his hands, alive and so warm and welcoming of his touch. And it wasn't one of his feverish dreams, because this time he actually felt your joyful eagerness to feel him closer, to embrace him tighter. He forced himself to pull away and pressed his forehead against yours. "If you don't want it, if you change your mind at any point - just say a word. Please, don't let me go on if you don't—”

You cut him off with another kiss. Hungry and long. He moans breathlessly into your mouth, his tongue parting your lips, his hands clutching around you. You feel how desperate his body for your touch is, how he shudders just when your fingers brush over his jaw. His muscles flex as he shifts his weigh, now looming over you. Your fingers slip under his shirt to run up from his stomach to his chest, meeting tense muscles radiating with heat.

“John, are you ok? You are burning…” You manage to ask, when his lips leave yours for a brief moment. “Your fault, love”. Price answers in a low, tad shaky voice, gives you one more kiss on the lips and moves down to your jawline. Every next touch is less discreet. There is hunger boiling deep inside him. And it starts spilling out, when your fingers tighten on his back. Kisses along your neck are intoxicating, tongue leaving a hot wet trail from under ear to collarbone. It's when you feel his teeth as well. You clench your teeth and sharply inhale.

John changes his behavior instantly. The place where just a second ago you felt the dangerous proximity of his teeth is now covered with kisses. "Sorry, love. It won't be this way, I promise." His voice is quiet, but you feel every word, reverberating through your rib cage, as he speaks pressing lips to your skin. You babble something, trying to reassure him, explain to him that you are not afraid of bites of him losing it, but it is useless.

“I need to say something.” His hand tucks under your shirt, fingers stroking your belly. “You drive me crazy. I've been dreaming of you for so long.” The fabric of your shirt is being slowly dragged up. “And I will do anything you want. Anything. As long as you let me be gentle to you this time.” His warm palm stops under your breasts, fingers a few inches from the most delicate skin. He knows how to make you dream about his touch. And he's not shy about using it. “If you ever wish to be with me again - it's no limits then. But this time… Please, I need it. I need to take care of you.” You nod, ready to agree to anything, as long as he doesn't stop.

He releases you from the shirt, and you are lost in his touch. His fingers and lips don't leave your body even for a split second. He whispers countless praises. "This." His warm breath rolls over your chest, teasing your nipples. “This is what I wanted to taste for so long.” His lips are soft against your breasts, he can't help but roll his tongue against your hardening nipple, ravishing in your quiet moans, moving to the other, while covering the first with his fingers. He takes his time. John maybe promised you to be gentle, but he never promised to not linger on every single inch of your beautiful breasts, tailored by mother nature so perfectly, looking so delicious.

You feel the heat spreading through and taking over your body. He's just started with you, and you are already drunk on his kisses, begging for more of him under your heavy breaths. “Patience, love. You'll get anything you ask for, but first.” He moves his hand between your thighs and gasps, feeling your soaking wetness. “Oh, poor thing, I was too caught up in a moment, didn't think you were that desperate already.” The warmth of his tongue trails down your body. “Don't worry, love, I'll make up for that.” Your panties slide down, as he pulls them. You clench your thighs together, as you are almost on the edge already, and you are a bit embarrassed to show him how painfully you need his touch, how much you crave him.

“Just a little taste, please. I'm starvin here, love,” he whispers in a raspy voice. “You are so unbelievably beautiful, you smell like heaven. I have to taste you.” You clutch at the sheet, trying to resist his voice. So John takes your hand and kisses the tips of your fingers, then gently runs his tongue over them. "I'll be very gentle. Just like this." His touch sends an electric shock through your body. You suffocate in impotent attempts to resist your desire and give in, whining. He doesn't take his eyes off you, and a satisfied smile blooms on his face. He places a few long kisses upon your sleek, before parting your glistening lips with hot tongue.

At the first touch of his tongue, tears burst out of your shut eyes. He's not just good, he's incredible. Long slow strokes from the bottom to the most sensitive spot on the top. His fingers squeeze your thighs, leaving red marks on them. He promised to be gentle... Well, his tongue is gentle. And persistent. John does not hide his pleasure, he groans, slurping against every drop of your juices. You hear every movement of his tongue, wet and slippery sounds filling the room. This only seems to spur John on. He does not leave you for a second, taking all control over your body and going on and on.

"Please... I can't hold back any longer!" You try to be more restrained, quieter, but all your attempts fail, and you just beg him to stop before you reach the peak. "Hold back? Why did you decide to hold back in the first place?” He chuckles, looking up, his voice croaky. You try to answer something articulate, but fail ultimately. “Love.” He smiles mischievously. “I want your release.” His finger slowly slides and curls inside. “I need your release. Stop holding it back.” He again clung to your cunt, caressing your swollen clit with his tongue. He didn't stop for a second, though he moaned at every wave of shivers that ran through your body. You yourself didn't know, your body could feel that good. You just lost yourself in his touch, in his hungry caresses.

Your peak washed over your body in several powerful waves. Your back arched and the sensation of his touch sent your mind spiraling, zeroing out all the sounds and colors around you. You were lost in time and space. You didn't know, how much time you've spent almost unconscious, all you knew was that you when your eyes opened again - you were in his hands. He cradled you in his hands and was not covering your face with small tender kisses. “My girl. So good to me. So sensitive. So goddamn tasty. Absolutely divine little thing.” He cooed as he kept kissing every inch of your face, gently rocking your body in his hands back and forth.

When you opened your eyes, he kissed away the last tears rolling down your jaw and smiled. “Thank you, love.” His blue eyes looked wildly beautiful with blown pupils. You found his lips, kissed him with all the gratitude and tenderness that you were capable of at that moment. As he answered on your kiss eagerly, you whispered. “John, I need you inside. Please… Please!”

His blue eyes fluttered open. He kept looking at you. "Are you sure?" his voice was quiet and deep. "Please!" you grabbed the edge of his shirt.

Without letting go of you, he sat up in bed. Your thigh gently brushed against something large, something hot and barely pulsing. "Please remember that you can stop me at any time." Desire mixed with apprehension in his eyes.

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bubblergoespop · 4 months

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My Top Sam Quotes

i love me some cowboy ♡ yeehaw and all that

“You’re a werewolf, not a damn tank, what the hell were you thinking?”

“I want you comfortable. What that looks like, you tell me.”

“Oh god, don’t call the 90’s vintage, you’re gonna give me a complex.”

“Don’t you whistle like that at me you smartmouth, this ain’t anything you haven’t seen. I am not blushing. I don’t blush.”

“Mr. Shaw.”

“You’re a big softie under it all too. Boop.”

“You don’t have to keep the armor up tonight. The fighting’s done. You can just rest. I got you, Darlin.”

“You’re my heart, Darlin’.”

“Oh you hush, of course that got my heart speeding up again. Wiseass.”

“Have some popcorn, it’ll soothe you.”

“Matter of fact, yes, I do know how to get food delivered nowadays. Do you know what the inside of a grocery store looks like?”

“Yeah yeah, I’m a mother-hen, what else is new?”

“Don’t worry, if the shock takes you out, I’ll be sure to catch you.”

“You feel like home, Darlin’.”

“It’s a Vamp’s favorite season. Well, my actual favorite season’s Fall, but you get me.”

“That’s for strangers. We can be as mean to family as we damn-well please.”

“How do you wanna do this? You wanna ride your cowb- you little-“

“You feel like sunlight on an easy day. That warmth and that comfort. Gentle and all around.”

“You like that? You gonna be good for me?”

“Hey. Look at me. Please.”

“Yeah, you’re awful put-upon. Your mate’s a heartless old curmudgeon who wants his arm rest.”

“No. No, I’m not falling asleep. Couldn’t be me. I’d never do such a thing.”

“Your vampiric pillow awaits.”

“Hey. Jokes aside. You do make sense, Darlin. Just cause some people don’t wanna put in the work to understand why doesn’t mean you don’t.”

“What the hell do you have against flannel? It’s efficient.”

“Oh I’m sure. My big bad wolf certainly would never get tired after a completely understandably draining day,”

“Tell me how you look so damn good right after waking up. Bullshit. You look heavenly.”

“You know better than me that if you don’t answer that goofball he’s just gonna keep calling.”

“Man’s gotta point. [smack] Ow.”

“Make it two.”

“I’m an equal opportunist shit-stirrer once you make the mistake of getting close to me.”

“You keep that up and I'll buy a walker just so I can beat your ass with it.”

“I didn’t realize those were our names, I thought he was drawing pictures…”

“Who you calling an underdog, pup?”

“Oh, so I’m a flop now?”

“Want some chocolate? It might soothe you.”

“Darlin’ what the hell is an Igglybump?”

“Play nice. I know you can even if you don’t like to.”

“Being so good for me. Wait until I tell ya.”

“So what if I am soft for you? You deserve soft.”

“I am not charming. I’m a moody curmudgeon, and I like it that way, thank you very much.”

“When I’m with you, my brain takes up shop in the wrong head.”

“Keep his name out of your fucking mouth.”

“I’ve got you. Tears aren’t ‘stupid’, Darlin’. They’re human. You don’t have to hold back any part of yourself with me.“

“[punch] That’s for Frederick. [punch] That’s for his Progeny. [punch] And that’s for me.”

“The only thing that makes the two of you worse hellions than you already are is when you put your scheming heads together on something.”

“I’m practically a glorified backpack”

“I want you moving like this in a different position. Mmhmm. How did you put it back in the day? ‘Riding your cowboy’?”

“You’re so damn beautiful. You are.”

“My big bad wolf. I get to say that without getting hit nowadays? My, the times are a-changing.”

“Look. You can call me every version of ‘cowboy’ you want, but you keep ‘duke’ just locked up in that pretty head of yours, you got it?”

“It’s a fancy dick-swinging contest with a side of hors d’oeuvres.”

“Vincent. You’re my family, and I love you, so please don’t take this the wrong way, but four years ago when he was still around, you were just as much of a pain in the ass to be around most of the time.”

“What you and me got is stronger than any of this bullshit the world throws at us. Even if the world’s got a hell of an arm, lately.”

“Brown. My eyes were brown.”

“Where do you want these fangs, baby?”

#this one’s really long #even after cutting it down #i forgot how many more audios sam has than avior and porter #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #bubbler’s top quotes

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lovearne · 1 year

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guilt

captain john price x fem!reader

Warnings: body dysmorphia, themes of poor mental health, comfort, reader is mentally unwell, Simon is a softie, price is the best husband™️, age gap, talks about mental health, small talk about sex, reader hates her body, no use of y/n

My page is 18+ only. I don't tolerate minors here, this is my safe place to express myself, and I don't consent to minors viewing my works or my blog.

Words: 4k

Diclaimer: if you have poor body image, please tread carefully, I wasn't doing well and wrote this to cope. Yall are beautiful and I love you.

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You've been… off the past few days. You didn't understand why, why you felt the way you did, or why you haven't had the energy to clean the house. Why you hadn't been motivated for anything. When you get like this it's hard to really do anything that requires you to work your brain or anything really.

You've been like this more times than you remember, and you never really remember coming out of it, like your just constantly feeling bad, and then one day you feel good. It's annoying really.

Today was neither the day it started or the day it will end, you don't remember when it started really. You just feel exhausted. It didn't help that you married a man that has four son like people in his life. They were constantly in and out of your house when they weren't on deployment. And constantly in and out of the house you and Price had for when he was on base.

You just couldn't handle it today. You'd known John for a few years, dated for 2 years and married for 6 months. In all that time, you don't remember ever once feeling like this around him. He was off deployment, yet he still got up everyday to run with the boys, meaning he was up before you. Meaning he'd be expecting to come home to a nice made breakfast, but instead you couldn't get out of bed. You didn't want to be yourself at the moment. You felt bad for feeling that way too, you felt guilty, because you love the life you have with John. You have everything you could have ever asked for, it's just your head.

You don't know how you could ask for help either, not that you wanted it anyway. You wanted to know how to make this go away, you hate feeling like this, it just drives the guilt up more. And soon there are tears in your eyes. You huff and wrap the blankets around you tighter, pulling them up to your chin, closing your eyes. You fade back into sleep, hoping to wake up numb or happy.

"Hey babe!" John greets as he walks into the front door, the boys in tow. He stops as he doesn't smell the breakfast you normally make. Was something wrong?

He was followed by the boys as he enters the house, walking to the kitchen.

"Babe?" You weren't there, something must've been wrong.

He continues to sweep the house for you, you were nowhere downstairs you must be having a shower upstairs.

"Boys, I'm gonna go see if she's upstairs. I'll be back." He tells them.

Walking up the flight of stairs he can feel himself growing more and more worried each step. More so when he can't hear the shower running. Maybe you were having some personal time in your shared room.

He knocks on the door first, incase you didn't want him to walk in. When you don't answer he frowns even more. The door slowly swings open, he can see you, bundled up and asleep. He smiles. Relieved as he walks over to you.

Sitting beside you on the bed, he admires your form as you sleep. His face is warm as his heart is. You've slept in, you weren't in danger. He feels the weight of the world fall off his shoulders.

His warm smile is the first thing you see as you wake up, and feel even more guilt. "Hey pretty girl, good mornin." He says softly, a warm smile on his face. "Do you want a cuddle?" He asks. You shake your head, feeling more guilty. "That's alright darling. Do you want some food? I can make you something if you want." You shake your head again, the guilt your feeling was immense.

"I just wanna stay here please." You surprised yourself with how level and soft you kept your voice. Almost whispering, just as he was talking to you. He smiles and replies.

"OK darling. Do you want me to stay?" You shake your head. "OK baby, I'll be downstairs OK? Just call for me if you need anything." You nod. He leaves a kiss on your forehead and leaves the room, turning the light off and closing the door slowly. You start crying as the door closes, the guilt overwhelming you.

"Did ya find her?" Johnny asked as he walked down the steps. Price nods.

"I don't think she's feeling very well today, lads." He addresses the group.

"Maybe we should make her some breakfast then?" Kyle adds in. John smiles at the young man.

"I think she'd like that. I say go for it." The boys set to work, making some eggs, French toast, pancakes, bacon, and sausage. Simon made the pancakes, Johnny was on meat duty, Kyle made the eggs and French toast, and John toasted the bread.

They were done pretty quickly, you having invested in griddles and an extra stovetop on the island.

You and John had bought this house and started renovations while you were still dating. He has been deployed when most of the demo had been done, he was only supposed to be gone for a month at most, he bad needed to head out on a special mission. You decided to put yourself to the test and worked on the house yourself. You had most of the house put back together, after getting what needed professionally done. You were painting the drywall and sheetrock when Price had came home. He was 3 weeks late coming home, and he was surprised when be walked in and the house looked more like a house than it did when he'd left. That night the two of you had a paint fight. It was one of your favourite memories.

John shakes out of his daydream as the boys alerted him they were all done and ready to eat. He smiles.

"I'll go get my wife." He says to the three of them. Ghost watched him intently while he left, turning to soap and gaz, no, Johnny and Kyle when he was out for earshot.

"Somethings up. " He states. Johnny nods his head.

"I agree, it's 10am and she hasn't even came down for coffee yet. The pots still full!" The boys knew your and John's schedule like the back of their hand. They knew when Price left in the morning, he'd put a pot of coffee on for you, a nice surprise when you woke up. You'd nor.ally wake up around 7:30 or 8 and have a few cups before they arrived.

"Do you think she's OK?" Kyle chimed in. Simon hums.

"I dunno."

"I hope she is. She's too nice to be not ok."

"The world hurts nice people the most Kyle." Simon's voice was almost sobering, the scars on his face showing wisdom in such an area.

The boys get to work in setting the table, placing the food nicely when done.

You were standing in front of the mirror, your eyes red as you pulled and prodded at areas of your body that you loathed. Pockets of fat, dips in your hips, your chest that is never quite what you wanted it to be. The tears flowing as you try and stuff the fat on your stomach into place, wanting it to disappear. You hated the way you looked and it wasn't hard to see.

You shouted in your head, all the nastiest words and hateful comments you could think of, any that your siblings used against you, or terrible kids at school growing up, terrible people now, your own parents. You yelled at yourself in the mirror for what felt like ages. You wanted to get up and go cuddle into John. You had gotten up to seek him out, wanting to watch him as he did his daily life. You wanted to snuggle in his lap as he smoked a cigar out on the deck, or lay your head on his lap as he read his current book.

When you stood, you made the mistake of looking in the mirror. You didn't see what you seen some days, instead you seen the goblin that stood in your place. Very rarely did you think you were beautiful, but it's not normally this bad. Looking in the mirror had set you off and you couldn't stop nitpicking yourself over every insignificant thing.

You thought yourself as ugly, your body and your personality. The one you portray everywhere day couldn't have been your true one, could it? Not if this version of you was always there, always lurking, waiting and ready to pounce everytime you thought you looked bad or anytime you did something wrong, and made it worse.

"Love?" Your thoughts are interrupted by a knocking. You quickly jump into the closet, trying to hide your red face and tears away from the man that you love. He couldn't see you like this, he couldn't see the monster you became when your brain lost the battle. You didn't want him to see such an ugly part of yourself.

So you hide yourself, hidden in between his clothes, you breath in his scent. Even though these clothes were washed, that damn cigar smell stayed. You breathed in the comforting scent of your husband's favourite cigar. Wrapping yourself in one if his coats, you cuddle into it, trying to ignore the man himself.

"Love? You in here?" You could hear John walk around the bedroom. His footsteps nearing the walk in, his hands rested on either nob of the door. "Love? May I come in?" You answer back a yes.

He swings the doors open softly.

"There she is!" He laughed, his tone soft and loving. You smile, hoping your blotchy face could pass as you being sick.

"Here I am." John can tell. You don't know that he knows, but he knows that you don't know. He can tell something is not adding up. Your smile doesn't reach your eyes, and the light that's normally there isn't. It cools him to the core. He needs to help you.

"Hey love, the boys made you breakfast, you fancy coming down?" You sigh, unable to keep your struggle internal. You close your eyes and nod, as if it's almost painful.

"Perfect," he smiles brightly at you. "You might wanna get dressed love, while I love looking at your perfect body, nobody else will get the chance." Your face blushes as he draws attention to your body. He took that as a good sign that you enjoyed his teasing. But it only made you think of why you hate your body, leading to how you hate yourself. You shake your head.

You walked over to John's drawers, pulling out his sweats and a comfortable burgundy shirt, you put them on. They were loose enough, you supposed. You didn't bother putting on a bra, you didn't want to take up more space than you already thought you were. You turned around to see John had been ogling you the whole time, a comfortable smile on his face, love in his eyes. You blushed again and tugged the clothes nervously.

"C'mere beautiful." He takes your hand I'm his softly, kissing the back of it, then leading you to the kitchen. Down the stairs, and through the hallway, you seen the shadows of the boys before them. Johnny, Kyle, and Simon. Your husband's adoptive sons. That makes you their figurative mother, though they treated you more as a sister. There was an age gap between you and John, you being younger than Kyle and Soap. You were in your mid 20s, they were in their late 20s, so you weren't that much younger.

John wasn't twice your age, but he was a good few years older than you, he took care of you, and you took care of him it's how you two worked.

"There she is!" Johnny yelled as he came at you quickly, he pulled you into a hug, and suddenly you fell into a bigger pit of guilt. You gently push at his chest, but let him hug you. That's the least you could do, even though the last thing you want right now is a hug. You sniffle, and then cough a little, just to maybe play off as being sick rather than letting anyone know that your head was at war with itself.

Kyle was the next one to give you a hug, he smelled of old spice and breakfast, you felt even more guilt. These men ran for a few hours and then came over to make themselves breakfast that you normally have made for them. He patted your back as you stood there, your hands trapped under his arms, your eyes settling in the ceiling.

Simon nods at you, and you find yourself looking away instead of nodding back, or asking for a hug like you normally would. You didn't even let John touch you this morning and the two forced hugs you didn't want to repeat. Simon seems to be the only one who realized what was going on with you. You sat through breakfast, nodding along with John as he complimented the boys cooking. The whole time Simon watched you, he studied your manurisms, deeming them the same as his on his bad days.

So, as John, Johnny and Kyle tidy up after breakfast, which you barely ate any of, Simon offered you to come outside for a smoke. You don't smoke, but he does. It's odd when he wants company, but no matter how you were feeling you'd never say no to sitting with him. You know how bad his ptsd and anxiety/paranoia are.

"So," he begins. "I know what's going on." He says, causing you to panic and feel more guilt.

"It's not what you think." You rush, your voice panicked.

"I know what hating yourself looks like sweetheart." You look away from his face, immensely ashamed he'd caught you. "Why do you hate yourself?" He asks. You just furrow your brows at him. "What do you hate about yourself?" He clarifies.

"I don't wanna talk about it." You try and brush it off.

"I know." He nods. "You eventually got me to talk to you about why I hate myself. So I'm not leaving until you tell me." He states.

"I can't." He nods again.

"I know." You sit in silence for a while, he's had a few cigarettes now, his legs dangling off the deck, arms rested on the railing, you sitting the same way.

"Simon?" You say, after gathering your courage and forcing yourself to talk. He turns his head toward you slowly. "I don't have a good enough reason to hate myself." You say. He frowns.

"Whatever reason you have in your head is enough. You don't have to have been through war to hate yourself love." He explains. "And I'll never judge you for it, ever." He says. "All trauma is valid, and all mental health matters." You recognized some of your own words being quoted back at you.

"I don't wanna say." He nods.

"That's alright, do you wanna talk about why you stayed in bed today and barely ate?" You frowned.

"I'm too fat." You say. It's his turn to frown.

"Who said that?" He asks in disbelief.

"Everyone."

"No, I know for sure I didn't say that. And if Price did-"

"John didn't!" You interrupted, he nods. "Just, since I was little. I guess I've always been an easy target." You try to laugh but it's more of a cry.

"Childhood trauma." Ghost remarks.

"It was just bullying." You are quick to defend, why are you quick to defend the people who made you hate yourself?

"No, I know what you're doing. You didn't deserve any word or action of that." Simon could read you better than your husband could.

"How do yo-"

"You are the sweetest person I've met." He starts. "You're so welcoming and understanding. There is nothing wrong with you." That's what you think. You bitterly thought.

"What if there is? What if the reason I feel so bad is because there's something wrong with me?" You break. "My brain turns on itself Simon, it starts to eat away at me, my confidence, my self image, my everything. And I don't know how to stop it." There are tears in your eyes that you hold back.

"Oh love." He pulls you into his chest, a hug from Simon is rare, and you start to sob into him. "It's ok, let it out." He rubs your back, "I'm here for you." Hes learned a lot from you in the past 2 and a half years, a lot of everything useful he didn't have before. He was also your best friend. Sure John is your husband, but you and Simon got on best, in platonical ways. You've joked before that Simon was your soul friend, a platonic soulmate. You knew John was your soulmate in the literal sense, but you understood Simon easier than anyone else on the planet.

John came outside to have a cigar after washing the dishes and watching the other two boys fight for half an hour over who was drying and who was tidying the kitchen. He was alarmed when he heard you sobbing, but relaxed when he saw Simon consoling you.

"I just feel so guilty Simon." Your voice was wrecked, throat raw with emotion.

"Why's that love?"

"I want to be the perfect wife to him, I want to keep up on house work, I want to give him kids, I wanna be there all the time for him. I want to be able to have a desirable body, so that maybe one day he doesn't wake up disgusted with me, like I wake up disgusted by myself." John's heart cracks, deep in his chest. He staggers, as if he'd been shot.

"Hey," Simon grabs your hand. "You have a desirable body." You scoff.

"No, I don't." He hums.

"You do actually. Very desirable. Most of my partners have been bigger. More cushion you know?" He asks. "I like being comfortable and confident that my partner can hold my body weight without it crushing them. Cause darling I weigh a lot. And so does your husband." He states, John smiles at your small smile.

"But what if he wakes up one day and decides he does like my weight, the rolls of fat I have, the ugly fat deposit I have over my butt. What then Simon?" Simon looks you deaf in the eyes.

"I'll just kill him." He says that like it's the most important thing in the world.

"You can't kill my husband!" You shout at him.

"Do I want to? No. But if he hurts you? There isn't anywhere he could hide from me." Simon says. "You are my best friend, don't tell Johnny that. You are number one. Ok? If you need something, I'm here. If someone needs to be killed, I don't care who it is. I will kill them for you." Simon comforts you, his seriousness making you smile, and that smile reaches your eyes. John watched on. Oddly comforted by the fact that if he ever treated you bad, that Simon would be there. He needed to know that you'd be protected as well, if something ever happened to him.

"Oh Simon." You cry and pull him into a hug. "You're the best friend I've ever had." John smiles, seeing you momentarily happy.

"Now, I think you should tell your husband about how you're feeling. He can help as well." Simon states.

"It'll be gone in a few days, maybe I can just fake being the regular me."

"Absolutely not." John interrupted.

"John." You had horror written on your face as he approached the two of you.

"Hey baby," he smiles at you, the pure look of love shining through his eyes. "We have some things to speak about." You shake your head.

"Can we talk about it later?" You ask, he tilts his head as if thinking about it.

"I think it's better if we talk now, yeah?" You sigh. "Simon, I will take over from here, you can go now." He said to the larger man. Simon cocked an eyebrow, but left. John comes to sit beside you, his leg touching yours.

The two of you just sit like that for while, Basking in the sun, and the cool weather outside. Your thoughts were full of times that John had told you you were beautiful, times where you believed him, times where you had to stop the negative thoughts, and times where they won over. Then the tines where he told you he loved you flooded in, you believed him each and every single time, there were times where your mind was against you, and he'd said it and you had thought negatively about it.

"So," he starts. You look at him, not quite meeting his eye. "What's happening baby?" You smile bittersweetly at him.

"Sometimes my brain attacks me." You say. He laughs a little.

"OK, darling wanna tell me how?"

"It makes me feel so bad, like this morning. I couldn't get out of bed until you came and got me. I just didn't have motivation to do anything." He nods. "It's so paralyzing sometimes. The way my brain feels. And then there's the guilt. The guilt for not doing anything all day, for not talking to you, or not doing chores, or not doing anything. Wasting the day away."

"Baby," His hand on your thigh grounds you. "You don't ever have to feel guilty. I understand." He says softly. "I need you to know that you can always talk to me about these things." He says. You make a mental note to never.

"I don't want you seeing that part of me." You whisper, your voice failing you.

"Why baby?"

"It's the ugliest part. I can get so mad at you and say things that I don't mean." He smiles.

"You think I don't have a part of me like that?" He says. "I do, it's rare that it sees the light of day nowadays, but I manage it. You know how I do?" He asks. You shake your head. "I've been going to therapy for a few years now. It's helped me a lot. I wouldn't have married you if I was still the same man I was then. I can ask if we can book you in." He says. His smile was small and comforting again. "I don't mind if you don't want to talk to me about these thoughts and feelings. I do think you need to talk to someone about them though. My therapist is very neutral and easy to talk to." He adds. You look at him, wondering how you've known him for years and didn't know he struggled like you do.

"You never told me that." You say.

"No," he shakes his head. "It's not the same as what you are struggling with, but everyone fights their own battles. Even with their own brains." He says. You admire his wisdom.

"John," you start. "I love you." He smiles, big and happy.

"I love you too sweetheart." He kisses the side of your head. "What do you say we send these boys home, and then spend the day doing anything that we find fun. Get your mind off the bad?" You nod.

"We could play Mario kart?" He nods.

"Of course Mrs. Price." He confirms. You blushed deep red. You always did when he talked to you like that. "And just so you know, no matter what size you are, I will still love you and want to fuck you until you cry. You are the only person I want. I am yours." He kisses away your tears.

"I can't believe we've been married for six months." You say. "I'm still getting used to being Mrs. Price." He smiles.

"Well I could just call you mine." He teases.

"You can call me whatever you want handsome." He laughs. Suddenly the world feels a lot more bright, as the guilt lifts completely off your shoulders, letting yourself enjoy the company of your husband, your temple resting on his collarbone as he presses a kiss into your hair. The two of you sit there, watching the birds as they fly through the air. You were gonna be just fine with him by your side.

#captain john price #john price x reader #captain price x reader #captain john price x reader #captain price #cod mw2

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satanicsanity · 1 year

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Hi love! (●’◡’●)ﾉ

How are you? How have you been?

Before I say anything.. You have and you do an amazing work, you're very talented and keep up with the good work! You really cheer me up whenever you post an audio or reblog something etc! And also a reminder, drink enough water and eat enough food, alright?

Okay, let's get into the request lol!

I wanted to request swap Wally(the one with red hair) reacting to Y/n sleep on his shoulder?He may be a bit mean, but deep down he is a big softie<3

Thank you! Have a lovely day/night dear! Take care<3

-anon 🤍

Helllooo!!~ I've been well! Haha! And I hope you're well too!! <3 Thank you SO much for the kind words!! I'm happy to help!💕💕💕 Of course I can do that for you! Have a lovely day/night as well!! <3

Credits & Tws!:

First, the Art: The art used in this video for the audio, was done by the amazing @/imjade381 here on tumblr!! I want it CLEAR that this isn't my art, this is their art! And they do AMAZING stuff so if you can please go give them a follow!!

Second, The Au: This alternative universe was made and created by @henneysilly over on tiktok!! If you can, please go give them a follow and check out they're stuff!! They're a very neat lad!

‼️please go support wally's ACTUAL voice actor, @DaFrankiestein!🩷🩷🩷‼️

The original character, wally, was made by clown/party coffin!🩷Go support them and donate to their Kofi of you can!

Tw: Playful insults!

Subtitles, wally speaking: No so, you see in the chapter of this book that wouldn't work because-...hey! Did I say you could lean on my shoulder like-...that.... Hello? Hello?! Oh, they're asleep. How rude, you don't just fall asleep in the middle of someone talking! Damn it they're cute... Um.. Alright, they look a bit cold... Um... I don't want to wake them up, but... I'll just.. Wrap my jacket around them a little bit. There. There's nothing wrong with.. Neighbors.. Doing things for each other. Nothing wrong with that, nothing.. Anything about that! This is normal! It's normal. Idiot... But a cute idiot.

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astolary · 1 year

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hi!! can i request an omen x reader (platonic) who he sees as his little sibling? they're part of the valo protocol and since they're always cold omen always makes scarves and cardigans for them, it's part of their wardrobe atp and the vall protocol finds it so endearing !! i love your writing, have a wonderful day !! <3 (could be headcanons or a scenario, whatever best suits you.)

𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐃, 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 .

( Synopsis ) It isn't a sibling relationship if there isn't something crazy, funny, or questionable about it.

( Author's Note ) Thank you for loving my writing hehe >< Sorry for the late response but here it is 😭 You have a wonderful day as well :D I loved writing this!!! I will devour anything platonic hehe

( Pairing ) Platonic! Omen x GN! Agent, Little Sibling Reader

( Content Warnings ) Gekko refers to you as 'bro' in a gender-neutral way if that makes sense.

( Word Count ) 0.6k+ words // NOT EDITED!

You were one of the younger agents in the protocol, so it was natural for your co-workers to be a) protective b) tease you, and c) have issues with relationships but acknowledge you nonetheless. Everyone was mostly in between as they tended to keep to themselves, or had attachment issues.

But if an outsider were to take a glance at your small found traumatized family it would be clear as day you were treated slightly differently.

OMEN is who you're the closest to, despite his past being shrouded in the shadows. Under the floating soul donning a chunk of cold metal was a softie who knitted on rocking chairs in front of the fireplace like an oldie.

( "I'm not an oldie." Omen would refute every time despite Breach cackling his ass off. "It's Breach who's the oldie." Now it was your turn to laugh to your heart's content. )

Your sibling relationship all started with a Once Upon a Time, the snowflakes started falling.

Half of the protocol went outside to play with the snow, screams and curses being heard throughout the air. The other half preferred to stay inside, but this time outside the confinements of their rooms simply to relax. Although someone was missing. You.

Omen found you curled up inside blankets in the far corner of the living room, away from human interaction.

Noticing this, he walked back to his room to grab the knitted blankets he created once as practice. He silently placed it beside you and continued with his day, hoping it would keep you warm. If he stayed a little longer, he would have noticed the way your eyes lit up as you snuggled into the comforting fabric.

( And if he stayed a little, little, longer— he would have noticed the way you fell sound asleep on the couch, Brimstone smiling fondly at the familiar craftsmanship. )

It then led to cardigans and even small knitted keychains being delivered to your front door. A beige cardigan was delivered by Cypher, a knitted tiny llama keychain delivered by Neon, a white scarf delivered by Sova, and so on. All from Omen.

You're basically set for life because Omen could set up his own brand or business if he wanted to— wishful thinking ☹️

"Knock knock!" Gekko's voice was heard on the other side of the door, wingman's happy shrills following right after.

You open the door to see Gekko holding out a paper bag, and peeking inside you could see a faint outline of a knitted sweater along with a note from Omen.

"Why won't Omen knit something for me..." Gekko mumbled, watching you receive the paper bag with a small smile on your face.

"Don't worry, he knitted us ugly sweaters last Christmas. He'll knit something for you eventually." You tried to reassure him.

"Don't worry bro, I was just joking— HEY! What do you mean I'll look ugly in cardigans and scarves! WINGMAN!"

Laughing silently at the two fighting, you whispered under your breath, "Thanks, big brother." Unaware of somebody lingering at the end of the corridor, hiding behind a wall.

It will rain tomorrow, wear something warm. Omen.

"Omen." Viper called out to him.

"Sabine."

"You look creepy. Like a stalker. Just give it to them in person."

"...I accidentally scared them by knocking on their door one evening to give them a knitted beanie. They thought I was a serial killer and the beanie was a knotted trash bag I'll kidnap them in."

"...You have a weird relationship with your 'younger sibling', Omen."

astolary 2023 — do not edit, repost, or translate.

#（ •ଓ.° ） astro! valorant #platonic #valorant x reader #valorant omen x reader #omen x reader #valorant headcanons #valorant omen #valorant protocol

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 1 year

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Can it please request with the promt: I'll carry you

Reader comes home from work exhausted and tired. When reader sits down on the couch beside Steve, she imadiately falls asleep with her head on his shoulder. When reader wakes up she is to tired to walk to the bedroom so Steve carrys reader.

Thank you 💞

Thank you so much for sending in a prompt! Softie Steve is my absolute fave!

Sleepy Legs - Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: none

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You hated saying you were tired in front of Steve

He saved the world and put his life on the line on a regular basis, you're 9-5 office job did not compare

so no matter how tired you felt you would never admit it

today had been a tough day though

you had back to back meeting that had you wanting to pull your hair out

but still when you got home and Steve asked how you were you said you were good

Steve could tell you were pretty tired so slyly suggested that you got into comfy clothes ready to relax

by the time you sat down next to him on the couch you were almost half asleep

all it took was for Steve to wrap his arm around you, pull you into his side and for you to rest your head on his shoulder for you to fall fast asleep.

you had no clue how long you had been asleep but the sun had completely set by the time you began to wake back up

"Wha- sorry… didn’t mean to fall asleep” you mumble as you run your hand over your face

“Hey its okay you’re clearly very tired, was it a tough day at work?” Steve asks running his fingers up and down your arm.

“Yeah it was…” you start before shaking your head “it was nothing”

“Hey now, im sure its nothing, c’mon talk to me” Steve presses gently

“No Steve its fine, you don’t want to hear about my job problems not when you deal with world ended emergencies” you sigh

Steve frowns “just because you work a civilian job doesn’t mean you’re problems are any less important, is this why you always lie and say you aren’t tired when you clearly are?”

You give him a sheepish sigh “sorry”

“Hey no apologising, just promise me from now on you’ll talk to me” he tells you.

“I will I promise, thank you Stevie” you smile softly, leaning up to kiss him.

“Good, now let’s get you to bed” Steve says standing up from the couch.

“Sounds amazing… but I don’t think i’ve got enough energy to get up from the couch” you say with a weak chuckle.

Steve smiles warmly down at you “don’t worry I’ll carry you” he smiles before easily scooping you into his arms and carrying you to bed

SEND ME SOME BIRTHDAY PROMPTS!

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#niamhwrites #24 is knocking on my door #Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n

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imhereforscm · 11 months

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A fic where we are cuddling with Tauxolouve and slowly fall asleep, while he softy sings a lullaby. Thank you.

"Sing for me?"

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: I was so so calm while writing this, I hope it'll calm you down as well, sweetie❤️ Also, I finished the fic and then did my brain decide to entertain itself with the question: "Does Tauxolouve's bed actually have a canopy or did you just mix it up with Leon's?" And all due compassion for my poor nerves ("pride and prejudice" reference) it does indeed have a canopy. Enjoy, love!❤️❤️

The gentle summer breeze slipped into the room through the opened windows in Tauxolouve's room, blowing between the canopy curtains and making them sway gently, casting curves of shadows and light by the lit up candles surrounding you.

Tauxolouve laid on his back and you on top of him on your stomach, your cheek resting on his chest.

A thin blanket was draped over your joined bodies, cutting through the coolness of the wind and balancing the temperature.

Tauxolouve kept a hand wrapped around your waist and he used his free one to rub your back slowly, the softness of his touch lulling your eyelids to grow heavy.

"Tauxy..." You murmured, half in a daze between Hypnos's silky veil and your boyfriend's caramel scent.

"You can sleep." He spoke quietly, his eyes narrowing endearingly at you. "You deserve it."

"I do?" You asked in a breathy whisper, feeling your body growing lethargic in his arms.

"Yes." He responded with honesty, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I'm so proud of you."

You smiled sleepily at his words, your body curling a little more within his comforting and safe warmth, your face nuzzled against his shirt and your fingers curling around the fabric, as if wanting to grab onto reality and consciousness a little longer just to soak up in his presence. "Hey, Tauxy...?"

He hummed in response, letting you know he was listening closely.

"Will you sing for me?"

Your question made his eyebrows rise for a split second, before he composed himself again. "I don't know if I have a good enough singing voice though. But okay..."

Silence ruled for a while, the soft breeze barely ruffling the leaves of the trees outside and behind your fallen eyelids, shades of orange trembled faintly, shyly.

Tauxolouve took in a breath and began humming. The vibrations emanating from his chest bringing a small smile to your lips as you felt every single one of them. His lips parted and the softest sound possible came out. The notes sounded sewed with the finest fabric, the strings attaching them out of fine gold, invisible to the eye, but blinding to the soul. He sang in breathy whispers, his words slightly higher in volume, but just enough so you could hear them without disturbing you as your consciousness slipped away from you.

You felt your fingers weakening around his shirt and slipping away, but the last sense of present remaining in you ushered you to hold on again, readjusting your grip.

Tauxolouve covered your hand with his and pressed another kiss to the top of your head. "I'll be here when you wake up. I promise."

All you could do at this point was nod as the faint orange of the candlelight faded more and more, as if you were being dragged away from them and led outside into the night. You were actually not moved at all though and you could tell by the warmth of Tauxolouve's body that never parted from yours.

Tauxolouve continued his lullaby, only shifting slightly, so his chin was resting on top of your head, his melodic voice sounding as if coming from your heart. His vocal cords and heart cooperated, the latter picking every word coming out of his lips and then the first twisting sweetly and smoothly, drawing out note after note in a rhythm you doubted you could find anywhere else, aside from his sternum and chest.

#scm #star crossed myth #fanfic scm #scm fanfic #scm tauxolouve

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ghostbusters-fan · 1 year

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A Thanksgiving to Remember~

Or the Ghostbusters(and Louis and Janine)go over to Dana's apartment for Thanksgiving...everything's going great until Ray falls asleep in Egon's lap...

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"Hi boys," Dana said, smiling softly at the four. "And hello to you too, Janine," she added, spotting the secretary behind the tall men.

"Nice to see you again," Janine said, butting her way to the front of the men and handing Dana the homemade pie.

"Oh it looks delicious Janine, thank you! Louis is already helping me but I'd love having your talent in the kitchen too now come in, come in, everybody," Dana opened the door wide for them all.

Everyone headed straight for the kitchen. Except for Peter who wrapped an arm around Dana and kissed her cheek, "Did you miss me, baby?"

"I missed you, daddy," Oscar cried, running up to the only father he's ever known.

"Oh I missed you too, slugger," Peter said, getting down on one knee and holding his arms wide open to the 5 year old.

"And I'll take that, thank you," Dana cut in, snatching the 12 pack of beer from her boyfriend's hand. She wanted Peter to at least wait until the food was ready before he started drinking.

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Ray brought Thanksgiving decorations, convincing the rest of the Ghostbusters to help make Dana's apartment more festive and cheery while Dana, Janine, and Louis finished all the cooking. About an hour later, there wasn't a single part of the apartment that wasn't decked out in turkey themed decorations. Ray was positively beaming, "Y'know I didn't think it was possible but we did even better than last year, seriously great job guys!" His friends shared a quick glance that reminded them all that Ray said that every year but none of them were about to kill their friend's holiday joy.

"Yep, it looks amazing, buddy," Winston said, patting Ray's shoulder.

Suddenly Louis poked his head out of the kitchen and called out, "Hey guys, food's ready, and I made my special salad for everybody! I put extra tuna in it too!"

Peter opened his mouth to make a crack about who on Earth would make a salad for Thanksgiving but was stopped cold by Egon elbowing him in the side and his harsh, reprimanding glare.

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They all filled their plates then sat down together in the living room, chatting away while the Macy's Day parade played on TV.

Peter cracked open a beer and Ray started to give a speech. "I'm thankful to live in such a great firehouse which I know Peter and Egie weren't thrilled about at first so I'm extra thankful you two bought the place anyway. I'm also thankful that I have the best job in the world where I get to work with my friends," Ray looped his arms around Winston and Egon, sending a bright smile at Janine and Peter. "You guys really don't know how lucky I feel just to have met you and having you all as my friends is just-"Ray started to tear up-"my family used to tell me I was always so hard to put up with and kids at school never really liked me, they always said I talked too fast about things they didn't care about, moved too much, I was just too all over the place for everybody so"-he sniffled, wiping his mismatched eyes-"I JUST CAN'T YOU TELL ALL ENOUGH HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU!!!" Tears streamed down Ray's cheeks, "I-I'm sorry, guys. I didn't m-mean to-to break down on y-y-you like this."

Winston and Egon gave Ray a side hug.

"Oh Ray, it's okay," Janine said.

"There's no shame in crying," Dana assured him, reaching out to give him a quick but strong hug.

"Yeah nobody cares that you're a big softie," Peter added, polishing off his second beer.

Everyone shot Peter a vicious glare, even little Oscar stopped staring at all the pretty, colorful floats and looked at him, eyes full of confusion. "Why are we staring at daddy," Oscar asked.

"Your father just send something silly is all," Dana said, gently ruffling the boy's hair.

"Hey I meant it in a good way, Ray you've got a big heart and if people don't like you for it then they can go-"Oooookay I think he gets the point," Louis hurriedly interrupts Peter.

"Just don't let anybody tell you you're not a great guy, Ray, cause you're one of the greatest," Peter muttered before taking a long sip of his beer.

Ray smiled, crying tears a joy now over how much his friends cared, and the other Ghostbusters started talking about what they were thankful for, each one reminding Ray how much they liked their friend. A now, slightly tipsy Peter found it odd how Egon dove into a particularly long rant about Ray and how much he loved spending time with him but made no comment as Dana started to say what she was thankful for....

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As the day stretched on into evening, the chatter slowed and everyone grew lazy, wanting to take a nap after eating all that food, Ray was already snoozing on the couch. In Egon's lap. "Comfy over there, Spengler," Venkman asked.

Egon put all his fury behind the silent glare he shot right at Venkman but the red in his face was more out of sheer embarrassment than any real anger.

"Alright, alright, nothing to see here. Just leave the lovebirds alone," Janine whispered, pushing Louis, Winston, and Peter out the door.

Venkman looked back at Egon with a shit eating grin on his face while the bespectacled scientist was left helpless on the couch.

Egon didn't know what to do, he couldn't talk, couldn't move without risking waking Ray up...he didn't mind the other man on his lap though. If Egon was really being honest, he enjoyed the weight, the warmth, just the presence of Ray is...amazing. The problem was that he enjoyed moments like this in private, not in Dana's apartment for all to witness. Not to mention the headache of going back to the firehouse later and being asked incessant(and very personal) questions from Venkman about what happened between the pair. Wait...Dana's apartment. Dana's here, Oscar's here. Where are they...?

He looked around just in time to see a door shut. If he remembered correctly that was Oscar's room...it is getting late, Dana must be putting him down for a nap, she'll be back soon, she'll try talking to me and that will wake Ray up then this whole mess will be over, Egon's brain rationalized.

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15 minutes later and this mess was definitely not over! What was taking her so long? Did something happen? She would've screamed-and woke Ray up-if something had happened right? The curly haired scientist was about to get up but the weight of Ray's head kept him in place. Ray's still in his lap...the same Ray who makes sure Egon is eating enough and gets(at least some)sleep when he sees the other man working himself silly(Ray's words, not his), the same Ray who gives him Crunch bars when he's having a bad day and offers to make a run to the store to refill Egon's candy stash, the same Ray who pops into Egon's lab every day to talk about an upgrade for the proton packs or a new book he's been reading that he thinks Egon will love, the same Ray who loves fixing up cars, the same Ray who loves ghostbusting, the same Ray he loves so much that sometimes it hurts to see him so close but be unable to touch him...

Without thinking Egon runs a hand through the man's hair. At first Egon is horrified by his impulsiveness, jerking his hand back as if the physical contact burns him, and holds his breath in hopes that Ray won't wake up. One. Two. Precisely three seconds go by and he's still sleeping...realizing this, the taller scientist reasons it would be alright if he did it just one more time.

Egon cards his long, slender fingers through the other man's hair. Ray's hair is soft and fluffy-almost like petting a kitten-and Egon finds himself running his fingers through his deep brown hair again. And again. And again....

"Ngh..., Ray starts to stir and then he's awake, looking up at the curly haired scientist with those mismatched eyes that had caught Egon's attention when they first met back in college. "Are-yawn-are we still at Dana's place, Egie?"

Shit.

"We are," Egon answers, trying to remain stoic. If Ray doesn't notice, if Ray doesn't mention it then Egon can pretend he isn't still laying in his lap.

Finally, finally the other man sits up and rubs his tired eyes. Egon is as relieved as is he devasted by the very fact.

"Mmm...sorry, didn't mean to fall asleep on you. Hope you didn't mind," Ray said, offering him a sheepish smile.

Egon minded. He minded A LOT. But at the same time, he didn't mind at all...

"Where is everybody anyway," Ray asks, noticing it's just the two of them.

"They went home. I'm...unsure of Dana and Oscars' current whereabouts though," Egon replies stiffly. He can still feel the warmth of Ray's body heat on his thighs.

'Oh' is all Ray manages to say, leaving the two men in an uncomfortable silence.

The taller scientist stands suddenly. And then Ray is also jumping to his feet.

"Egon, I'm sorry if I-if I you know...grossed you out...earlier by falling asleep on you like that. If you-I am not repulsed by you or your earlier actions," Egon cuts in. "In fact, I am actually quite fond of you, Raymond," he adds, tentatively reaching out for the other man's hands.

The bespectacled scientist doesn't know what to do now...if social standards dictates that he should kiss Ray or pull him closer or-"I like you a lot too, Egie," Ray admits. And does he need a new glasses prescription or is Ray really blushing right now?

The other man leans in closer and Egon finds his head lowering all on its own...then they're kissing. It's a short, hurried kiss on Ray's part(almost as if he thinks Egon will suddenly change his mind and be disgusted with him)but Egon isn't at all disappointed with the kiss.

"Do you wanna-umm should we just-"Firehouse," Egon blurts, cutting the shorter man off.

"Firehouse. Yup. Yup, sounds good," Ray turns quickly, pulling his boyfriend(yes they're boyfriends now)to the door.

Then suddenly they hear a creak and Dana appears around the corner looking drained. "Oh hello boys, sorry I was gone so long. I was putting Oscar down for a nap but he didn't want to sleep and wait where's everyone else-Firehouse," Egon blurts again. Maybe even a little dumbly.

"Yeah, they all left a-and we're leaving too! Anyway uhh thanks for the party, Dana," Ray said embarrassed, even a little awkwardly, as he opens the door to her apartment.

"Okay...have a good night," Dana says, a little confused by their strange behavior.

"Yup, you too, byeeeee," Ray calls out, hurriedly closing the door and rushing off into the hall.

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blackhakumen · 1 year

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Mini Fanfic #1030: Thankful For (Kingdom Hearts)

5:45 p.m. Twilight Town, Outside of the Grocery Store........

Vantias: (Writing Something Down on his Noteopad While Walking Next to Lea) Thankful.....for......everything......thus...far.....

Lea: (Tales a Peek at What Vantias is Writing) Whatcha writing there, kid?

Vantias: A rough draft to an essay I have to finish and present to the class before Thanksgiving Break starts.

Lea: An essay, huh? Been a while I did any of that in my youth......Hey, you don't think our Keyblade teachs are gonna make us do any of that at one point in the future?

Vantias: (Scoffs While Rolling his Eyes) I hope not. But then again, I wouldn't be too surprised if they pull something like that on us either.......

Lea: ('Sigh') Well, here's hoping that never comes tuition then. Really don't feel like spending nall day looking up anything involving the Keyblade War or some crap.....

Vantias: ('Heh') Yeah. We wouldn't want our resident old hothead to start falling asleep in the middle of a another lecture seventeenth time in a row.

Lea: (Glares at Vantias) Hey, I've been awake through all the lectures!.....Okay, most of the lectures, but I've listened in on a few things! And I'm only in my twenties!

Vantias: Sounds pretty old to me.

Lea: (Groans in Annoyance as He Rolls his Eyes) Whatever. So what kind of essay topic you guys are writing?

Vantias: About what we're thankful for. Something we appericate the most in the world or whatnot. And....(Looks Away While Rubbing the Back of his Head) I chose you guys....

Lea: (Eyes Begins to Widened) Really now?

Vantias: It's the truth. It may be hard to believe coming from me of all people, but I have a lot more appreciation for you idiots than I thought I would. You gave me a chance to get my crap together or as Riku would usually put it: "Redeem" myself, you treat me more like an actual person than Xehanort ever did, and dispute how incredibly annoying each of you are, I.....(Starts Blushing a Little) I still....sort of like having you all around in my life and junk. So for the essay, I wanna give you all my thanks for everything I guess.....

Lea stares at Vantias for a brief second before letting out a light chuckle.

Lea: Well, I'll be damned. (Pulls Vantias into a One Arm Hug) You really have turned into a big softie!

Vantias: (Rolls his Eyes) Wonder where I got it from.....Speaking of which, don't tell anyone of our friend group about any of this or I'll might have to end your life.

Lea: Ha! (Smirks Teasingly) Please. You know Roxas and Xion would never let anything bad happen to me, right?

Vantias: I know. I also know that I can take both of them on with my hands behind my back.

Lea: 'Kay. (Smirk Grew Wider) But can you beat Namine though?

Vantias: I- (Grimace at the Thought of Fighting an Angry Namine, Pounding her Fist into the Palm of her Hand) rather not challenge her.....

Lea: ('Heh') Wuss.

Vantias: Hey, I'm just choosing my battles wisely here. (Smirks Back at Lea) 'Least I don't keep getting my ass kicked by Kairi at the last second on every sparring match.

Lea: (Glares at Vantias) Okay, first off, language, second, it's not like I always lose to her on purpose! (Walks Inside the Grocery as the Bell Goes Off on the Door) She kept giving me the puppy dog eyes and-(Suddenly Begins to Sighs at What's in Front of His View Point) Shit.

The duo watches a whole group of customers fighting among one another in the meat aisle, specifically the turkey section.

Vantias: Are they seriously fighting over a turkey?

Lea: Yeah. This always happens whenever Thanksgiving comes around. Make 'em act like a bunch of wild animals. (Clicks his Tongue) Welp....(Starts Cracking his Neck Both Times and Proceeds to Dp the Same Fpr his Knuckles) Might as well get started then.

Vantias: (Eyes Widened at Lea) Wait, you're ACTUALLY joining in on this?

Lea: Hell yeah. They sucker punched me and took that turkey right from out of my hands last year, there's no way I'm gonna forgive and forget.

Vantias: Huh. (Smirks Again) Guess you're not as lame as I thought you were, old man.

Lea: Still in my twenties, Vantias!.....(Rolls his Eyes) And thanks I guess. I take it you want to join in too?

Vantias: Yeeeeup. (Takes off his Jacket and Drops it on the Ground) It was getting boring around here.

Lea: How? We just walked in here a second ago? ('Sigh') Whatever. Just stay close to me and try not to summon that Keyblade of yours, got it?

Vantias: ('Heh') Please. (Cracks his Knuckles as Well) Who says I need a Keyblade to whoop ass?

Lea: Again, language. Let's get that turkey and get the hell up out of here already.

Vantias: (Simply Nodded) Right.

And so, the duo runs down towards the crowd and joins the fight. As they starting to beat down most of their opponents that comes their way at ease, it didn't take long for one of their Keyblade Master, Aqua, to take notice of their participation of the brawl before marching into the crowd, use the Stopga spell on that said crowd involved (excluding Lea and Vantias, and taking the two out of the store with the turkey levitating beside her, as she pulling them by the ears followed by a hefty amount of scolding afterwards.

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#kingdom hearts #vantias #lea #kh axel #aqua #roxas (mentioned)#xion (mentioned)#namine (mentioned)#humor #fluff #all out brawl #at least towards the near end of the fic lol #thanksgiving month

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little-corritrice · 8 days

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Fred ~ Summer Break

[Twins & y/n are about 23.]

Life after the war was so different, good and bad. Things were finally beginning to settle, and there was no more fear of the Death Eaters. However, the trauma that set its course during the battle stayed in some people causing nightmares, and pains to even think about the ones we lost. It's been two years since the war and people were still patching themselves up. However, the twins were still here, their shop bringing joy and a new happiness to the world and young kids. And I was lucky enough to be right by their side through it all. Just a few weeks ago, I learned some pretty great news. "Freddie?" I called him softly from the stairs as his shop was booming with kids. Even in the midst of all the loud noise, he still heard me and immediately came over.

He smiled at me softy, giving me a peck on the lips. "Yes?" He asked, holding my hand. "Um...Can we go to the Burrow tomorrow? I-I need everyone there, too." I asked quietly, and he looked worried. "Is everything okay?" He asked, holding my cheeks. I hummed out and he still didn't believe it, but he didn't push. "Alright, I'll owl everyone." He said, kissing my head. "Fred, come back here!" George shouted and I giggled, pushing him towards George. I stayed on the stairs for a little bit, just staring at Fred helping little kids, and seeing him light little kids eyes up with his prank products. I got up slowly, going over to a kid who looked a little scared. "Hey..." I said softly, crouching down. "What's your name?" I asked softly, giving him a small smile. "E-Ethan." He stuttered out, and I chuckled lightly. "Well, Ethan. You look a little scared. What's wrong?" I asked, and he sighed out. I smiled as he ranted on about what was wrong.

After helping the kid, and going back to the apartment, I was upstairs, laying in bed. Fred joined a couple of hours later, and we slept comfortably in each other's arms. That was until I was leaning over the toilet in pain. The morning sickness was taking it's course, and I hated it. Fred still didn't know, and we were leaving for the Burrow tomorrow. After I felt I was done, I flushed the toilet, and cleaned myself up. I went to lay back in bed, and Fred groaned lightly. "You okay, darling?" He asked tiredly, and I nodded. "Yea, just go back to sleep." I said, and he did as told. I couldn't fall back asleep, so I snuggled closer to him, and he kissed my head lazily, pulling me closer. I sighed out, relaxing into him. I closed my eyes and thought about everyone's reactions to the news. I smiled softly and within a few passing minutes, I was sleeping again.

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Walking into the Burrow, I inhaled the smell of the house I had practically lived in my entire childhood. I heard someone running down the stairs, and I smiled as Ron popped his head around the corner. "My little Ron!" I exclaimed, opening my arms. "y/n!" He yelled, running over. He almost tackled me over, but he stopped himself before he could. I held him in my arms tightly, giving him a light squeeze. "I missed you." I said, rubbing his head as we pulled away. "I'm not a kid anymore." He whined, and I laughed. "You'll always be a kid to me." I smiled, patting his arms. "Where is everyone else?" I asked, and he pointed outside. I went outside, seeing everyone gathered by a table. "Wow. Everyone's grown so much." I said, looking over everyone. They all gasped and stood up, coming to hug me. "Hey! Don't suffocate my wife!" I heard Fred yell, before everyone was pushed off. I laughed lightly, going to the table.

As everyone went up to the shed for their brooms, I sat in the grass. "You coming, y/n?" George asked from beside me. I shook my head silently, and he frowned slightly. "Alright then." He said, and went to Fred. I saw them talking and Fred occasionally look back at me. He soon jogged over, and I laughed. "Already told on." I joked, and he shook his head as well. "Yes. Why aren't you coming to play with us?" He asked, and I laughed. "I don't want to play, love. I'll just watch." I said, and he was about to argue, but I gave him that one certain glare and he huffed, kissed my head, and ran off. I rubbed my stomach lightly, sighing softly. "Why aren't you playing, dear?" Molly asked, setting her hand lightly on my shoulder. I stood up, smiling at her brightly. I rubbed my stomach, giving her a bright grin. She gasped loudly, staring at me. "Oh my- Are you?!" She exclaimed, and I nodded. She squealed, bringing me into a hug. "I'm going to be a grandma!" She yelled, and I giggled.

Everyone came over as they heard the commotion, and surrounded me. "What happened, mom?" George rasped, out of breath as he ran over. "I'm going to be a grandma!" She exclaimed again, running off back into the house. I giggled as I heard her screaming at Arthur: "You're going to be a grandpa!". Everyone looked confused until Hermione gasped. "Merlin! Are you really?" She asked, holding my hands. "What? What's going on?!" Fred complained, not having a clue. "You clueless git. You're going to be a dad!" Ginny exclaimed, coming over and hugging me lightly. George clicked too, and he wrapped me in a hug. "They are going to sleep in my room." George said, making me giggle. Ron and Harry congratulated us before leaving to give me and Fred space. "Freddie?" I called out, suddenly not happy by his face.

I looked down at the ground, not letting the tears fall just yet. "I'm sorry." I mumbled, but he wrapped me in a hug, spinning me around. "I'm going to be a dad?!" He yelled happily, smiling brighter than I've ever seen. I nodded, and he exclaimed again. "You're not mad or anything?" I asked, thinking he would flip out. "Mad? Why would I be mad?" He asked and I just shrugged my shoulders. "I thought you didn't want them." I let out a sigh of relief, hugging his neck tightly. "Of course I'd want them. I wouldn't be able to imagine myself without any of you, y/n." He said, and I giggled, smiling brightly. "Well, then I guess our little weasel is going to be very happy." I said, looking up to Fred. "They'll have the best life." He whispered, leaning down and giving me a soft kiss. I sighed into the kiss, knowing everything was going to be okay now.

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