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skyloftian-nutcase · 2 years

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For the september/sicktember thing, how about Hyrule with strep throat? Or Sky with a migraine. Whichever takes your fancy.

Let's torture Hyrule! :D

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Hyrule cleared his throat.

It was a beautiful morning, and he’d gotten up fairly early in eager anticipation of their departure. While Hyrule enjoyed seeing different villages and seeing how others lived and thrived, he had earned his nickname as the Traveler for a reason. He loved being on the road.

Hyrule cleared his throat again. Goodness, it certainly seemed a little dry… and achy.

Writing it off as probably the dryer air, Hyrule gathered his belongings and silently slipped out of the room so as not to disturb Sky. They’d all stayed at an inn for the night while they’d rested and restocked on supplies, and Hyrule, Sky, and Wild had bunked together. Wild, of course, was already awake and downstairs – he rose with the sun (sometimes before it) and was definitely a morning person.

It was as Hyrule was going down the stairs that he gave a tentative swallow to wet his throat and then shuddered.

Holy heaven, that hurt.

Hyrule let out an involuntary groan at the scratching in the back of his throat, and he was alarmed at how weak his voice sounded. Maybe some tea would help the situation? He was sure he had some peppermint that he could make into a tea.

Sighing, the traveler headed down to the main level with purpose. He reached into his adventure pouch and dug around, his arm steadily slipping farther and farther into the leather bag. Growing frustrated, he tossed the bag onto the nearest table and ferociously buried both arms into it, all the way up to his shoulders. The occasional passerby paused, throwing a bewildered glance in his direction, but Hyrule didn’t notice.

His hand slipped around a rough drawstring sack, and he smiled. Gotcha.

Pulling out the sack, he opened it and rifled through the different herbs he’d collected throughout his travels. The leaves had grown far crunchier since the last time he’d used it, but he was sure it would still work.

Wiping some sweat off his brow (when had he started sweating?), Hyrule grabbed a fistful of shriveled peppermint leaves and made his way to the communal kettle sitting over the fire. He pulled out a flask and filled it with steaming water and mixed the peppermint, sealing the flask and shaking it – not the most refined way to make tea, he was told, but it worked well enough for him.

Giving the tea a couple minutes to seep, he looked around and saw Wild entering with ingredients. The champion smiled before cocking his head to the side, his brow furrowing. “Traveler, are you okay?”

Hyrule smiled reassuringly, swallowing by instinct and opening his mouth to speak, when his throat screamed in protest at the gesture. He grimaced again, gripping the nearby table and glaring at the wood. He held up a finger as Wild worriedly walked towards him, and then took a quick swig from his flask.

That was a bad idea.

As soon as the scalding peppermint-infused water hit the back of his throat, his entire body balked, his stomach twisted in protest, and Hyrule proceeded to vomit all over the floor.

Sniffling, Hyrule rubbed the snot and bile from his face with his sleeve, mumbling, “Oops.”

“Yikes,” Wild said softly as he walked over. “How about you sit down, Traveler? I’ll clean up the mess.”

Hyrule felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment and shame, and he said, “I can clean it.”

And then proceeded to dry heave as aggravating his inflamed throat triggered his gag reflex.

Wild smiled sympathetically, patting Hyrule on the shoulder. “Let me handle it, okay?”

Letting out a slow, controlled breath, Hyrule dragged his feet to the table as Wild grabbed a cloth and started to soak up the mess he’d made. He felt incredibly guilty for causing a scene and getting sick on someone else’s floor, not to mention for having one of his dear friends clean up after him.

Footsteps caught his attention, and he groggily gazed at the doorway to see Twilight.

“What happened?” the Ordonian asked.

“Traveler threw up,” Wild explained simply.

Hyrule heard Twilight shuffle over to him, sitting to his left on the bench. His hand was warm, almost too warm on Hyrule’s shoulder. The touch was brief; Twilight quickly jerked his hand away and pressed the back of his palm against Hyrule’s forehead, making the young traveler flinch.

“You’re burning up, Traveler,” Twilight said softly. “Come on, let’s get you back to bed.”

Hyrule felt his stomach churn, twist, and drop all at the same time. He leaned heavily on his legs with his hands. He didn’t want to lie down, he wanted to leave.

But he wasn’t going to argue with the rancher. He knew when to ignore a fever and when to submit to it. Besides, he was in town – if they left now and his illness worsened, it wouldn’t be good. He didn’t want to be vulnerable in unsafe areas.

Sighing through his nose in defeat, Hyrule slowly rose and let Twilight guide him back upstairs. He paused halfway to the door, scrambling for his flask that he’d dropped, and gave Wild an apologetic pout. The champion smiled reassuringly and winked, warming Hyrule’s heart a little.

When they’d gotten upstairs once more, Twilight entered the room where Hyrule had been staying.

“Wake up, Sky,” he heard the rancher say as he approached the entrance.

Peeking in, Hyrule saw Sky sleeping on the edge of the bed, tangled in the blanket, his brow furrowed but his eyes still shut. Twilight sighed and opted to stop being gentle, shaking the teenager instead.

Sky groaned, slowly inhaling and opening his eyes to look blearily at the Ordonian.

“Traveler’s sick,” Twilight explained, and Hyrule shriveled into the shadows a little in shame. “You’re going to have to get up so he can rest.”

Sky blinked at him, registering the words as his mind struggled to wake up, and then he sat up fully. “He’s sick? Where is he?”

Hyrule would speak up, but he didn’t want to throw up again. Besides, the room was getting… awfully…

Shaking his head, the traveler leaned heavily against the door frame. The world was spinning, and he started to slide towards the floor. Twilight must have noticed, because he heard quick footsteps and was suddenly hoisted into the air. By the goddesses, the rancher really was strong.

“S-s’r’y…” he finally ground out, feeling his throat scream at even that attempt. His stomach, thankfully, didn’t protest… much. He felt drool pooling in his mouth as he was terrified to swallow it.

“It’s okay,” Twilight said softly with a smile, lowering Hyrule onto the bed as Sky, who had apparently quickly gotten out of bed, arranged the pillows and blankets for him.

As Hyrule curled into a ball on the bed, wrapping the blankets around himself tightly and trying to ignore his aching throat and stomach, he saw Twilight place a waste bin beside the bed and then face Sky. “I’ll go tell the Old Man. You good staying with him for now?”

Sky nodded with a gentle smile, watching the rancher leave. Then he pulled up a chair and sat, stretching his arms and back. Hyrule felt a little awkward, honestly – he wasn’t accustomed to anyone staying with him for anything, but especially when he was sick. He tried to bury his face under the blanket to avoid any accidental eye contact, but he eventually had to bend over the bed and spit out whatever drool he was holding hostage in his mouth.

“You want some water, Traveler?” Sky asked.

He desperately wanted to say yes, but the last time he’d tried to drink, it hadn’t ended well. So he shook his head.

But it didn’t seem to matter either way. Hyrule’s stomach suddenly decided it was time to erupt again, and he hastily ducked his head over the waste basket once more. He felt Sky’s hand on his back, a grounding force while he waited for Hyrule to finish. The traveler couldn’t help the moan that escaped his throat when he was done, sniffling and spitting. He tipped forward, nearly falling face first into the waste bin, when Sky’s strong arms guided him back to the pillow. He felt the Skyloftian wipe his face and then heard the familiar quiet footsteps of the champion.

“I made some ginger tea for him,” Wild said softly. “Helps with nausea.”

He couldn’t see anything with his eyes squeezed shut in misery, but Hyrule could hear the smile in Sky’s tone. “That’s very kind of you, thanks Champion. I’ll give it to him.”

As the traveler shivered under the covers, he felt Sky tuck him in and settle him more comfortably. He heard heavier footsteps, a handful of his friends entering the room, and he heard curtains rustling and closing and a candle being lit. There were soft murmurs and whispers, shuffling feet, a blessedly cool hand on his forehead, brushing the curls off his face, and then everything grew still. It wasn’t lonely, though, as it sometimes was when he’d been sick in the past. He could hear someone breathing softly, he could hear the sound of pages rustling as someone read, the sound of fabric being pierced as someone mended stitches. He smiled, settling more comfortably in bed.

Okay, he wasn’t accustomed to others being around while he was sick, and that was a little awkward… but it was also really nice.

#you ask skye answers #writing prompt #ask game #I've never actually written Hyrule's POV before so hopefully this was ok #linkeduniverse #linked universe #sicktember #writing #lu hyrule #lu wild #lu twilight #Hyrule's thinking oh my throat hurts I've got an herb for that #and then the herb is like two years old and shriveled to a crisp #someone teach this boy that things aren't preserved in his magic pouch #lovely anon

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 1 year

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Infero will protest and grumble for a good five minutes or so before settling down and grumpily accepting that he won’t be escaping the cat carrier anytime soon. He’ll eventually get comfy and doze off in the safety and comfort of dad’s chest compartment.🦇

Grumble as Lord Infero may, Lord Hypernova is more than used to annoyed grumbling from his cat-son pouch and he will simply get more straps around him to keep him more securely tucked away against inter-dimensional 'Dad'. Of course, he'll get entertainment in said cat-son pouch. Hypernova will hold toys for him to fight and allow him to watch holograms on his arm computer and snuggle him and kiss his smushed face saying 'my tiny little gremlin child'.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #lord hypernova au #lords brother au #lord hypernova #lord infero #snoweyanswers #🦇 anon #the cat pouch is for spoiling only #and lord infero will be spoiled goddammit

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daisychainsandbowties · 8 months

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oh thank god my monke brain kept interpreting km as miles and I was genuinely starting to get worried about you lol

fjdhdjshdhs i mean i have done 30 before but not every week. that’s more of a running in an event situation but otherwise i like my joints and my bones too much to strain them like that on the regular

#i’d have to start carrying those gel pouches with me lol #anon

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bootyful-seventeen · 5 months

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Overnight bag, magazines, lavender, & whispers

Overnight bag - what’s in your bag?

Okay so I do carry a lot of stuff in my bag to the point that I know listing it would be very long so I took a picture of everything. And this is also the downsized collection/bag so when I had the big momma tote bag, I came ready for war lmao. And I do carry a few extras incase I forget or lose them like headphones and lip balms and some perfumes since I chuck it in and forget it

Magazines - share some recent outfit inspirations!

I’ve mostly been at home so my outfits have been consisting of things to lounge in and sleepwear and the snuggle hoodies??? I had to look up something similar cuz it’s too cold for me not to want warm and fluffy things

Lavender - are scents an important factor when picking beauty products? If so, name a few scented products you like!

For me it’s so important! If I get something and it doesn’t have a nice smell then I wouldn’t end up using at much as something that’s scented. Plus my skin isn’t sensitive so I don’t object to scented skincare like the harakeke line from the saem. It worked really well for my oily skin in the summer.

But most of my scented products are in the lip realm like the romand glasting water tints since they smell like fuzzy peaches, the romand tea tint since the one I have smells like chocolate, physicians formula watermelon sugar lip gloss, the fenty beauty lip glosses cuz idk what it smells like exactly but I’ve smelled it in my childhood, the jul7me hair essences and hair packs because I got the mini set and tried a lot of the scents and they’re really nice and stick well to my hair and that’s on top of it softening and smoothing out my ends

Whispers - what do you think about when falling asleep?

Mostly little scenarios to get my mind running fast enough where it wants to slow down. Or my mind will just blast some songs that get me turnt the fuck up for a few hours to sleep but rn it’s been about a mobile game I’ve been playing and what’ll be coming in book 7 of twisted wonderland since I am itching for not only new chapters to read through, but also new cards to get and see the groovy art for

#ask #answered #anon #random #my bag is a mess but this is the cleaned up version from when I last checked it 3 days ago for my trip to the casino #sometimes I attach the pouch charm onto my bag and sometimes I don’t #but it’s a good thing to have when I need just a wee bit more space in my smaller bags #and also the small maginifier!!! I have poor vision and trying to read small texts hurts my eyes #so I started bringing it around with me to read when I go to the drugstore and have to read a lipstick or gloss label on the bottom #and the blue compact is this oil blotter cushion I got cuz I wanted to see if it worked so I use it when I have makeup on and with no makeup #really helps get that shine without me having to fight my mind on remember if I brought blotting sheets cuz mine are in a small slim packet #and that can be hard for me to see but I also misplaced it so I have no idea where it is lmaooo

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fr3aklike-me · 1 year

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What do you look like? Do you lean towards being more masc or feminine?

oooh, well, I switch between dressing gender neutral and androgynous, and more feminine. it usually sways which I lean towards more, but I've been dressing more gender neutral as of late, and have felt really comfortable and confident presenting like that. a mutual who I once met told me that she'd describe me as looking androgynous. and in regards to more personal details, I have a shoulder length haircut that is kind of shaggy with layers, I wear glasses and I have a nose piercing

#answered asks #although i am currently heartbroken bc this little pouch i keep my chain necklace and rings in is missing #and i love wearing that jewelry #have no idea where it went #everyone pls send hopes and wishes that i find it very soon #anons

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aprofessionalwithoutstandards · 1 year

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That transgender tournament is horribly seated, with the esception of Walter and Jesse, and I'm saying this because who I voted is immediatly drowned out

Pauling has objective transgender swag and is getting swamped by Scout bc we're on the "tboy swag = skinny white guy" website so it's really so so so unfair to her

#also how is walter and jesse even a challenge. walt doesn't have the male kangaroo with a pouch fursona does he #i'd run my own tf2 themed transgender tournament but also if demo didn't win (and i know he wouldn't) i'd blow up the whole world #ask #anon

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skyward-floored · 2 years

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respect

the pouch

#sorry juice pouch commercial reference #answers from the floor #anon #I just realized you sent like ten of these oh boy #I apologize for the spam everyone

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e-m-ma-lmfao · 8 months

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can I request some cute fluff with Astarion - I think something cute would be tav’s never worn a dress and they put one on and Astarion is just mindblow by how good they look? 🥺

maybe he can do some chivalrous acts as well~

She Looks Breathtaking

pairing : astarion x (fem) reader

summary : astarion has never seen you in a dress, you haven’t been in one since you were taken from baldur's gate. you both find it hard to hide your excitement.

warnings : none :)

authors note: I hope you like this anon! (first, i finally played baldur's gate. second, i'm going to try and pump out the requests that I haven't gotten to.)

“Oh! Look how pretty this is!”

You turn your head to look towards Karlach’s booming voice, much too loud for the small space you were in. She held up a dress, something you hadn’t thought about wearing in months. You hadn’t had any important events to attend.

Walking over to her side, you take the fabric between your fingers. “It’s beautiful..”

“You should get it. I think you’d look great, and I bet Astarion would like it too.” She nudged at your side, teasing. Your face flushed, and you ran your fingers along the hem of the dress, avoiding Karlachs gaze. She likes to poke fun at the obvious crush you had developed on Astarion, and everytime she did you regretted telling her more and more.

Eventually, you find a small paper attached to the fabric showing the price of the dress, eyes widening at the disgustingly low price.

“When would I even get a chance to wear it? It would go to waste, just weigh my bag down.” Karlach huffs, taking the price tag and reading it for herself.

“Are you kidding me? Even if you don’t wear it, you’d be a fool to ignore this price. Maybe you will attend some noble party when we get to Baldur's Gate!” She was way too excited but her energy almost made you agree with her, the dress was so cheap even if it went unworn for a long time. And you hadn’t worn one in..you couldn’t even remember.

You thought about it for a moment before moving for your coin pouch, pouring the amount into your hand and handing the coins to the trader. They slip out of your hand much faster than you'd care to admit, hiding your excitement from Karlach proving to be a challenge. “Don’t say a word to anyone, Karlach, I mean it.”

“Fine. But I better get to see you in it, at least try it on for me when we get back to camp!” You shake your head, amused by Karlachs childish antics, but you yourself can’t help but feel a little bit excited by the idea of dressing up.

When you returned to camp that night you had forgotten about the dress in your bag, slipping your mind amidst the constant thought of being attacked or having to talk your way out of a hostile situation.

So when Karlach came bouncing over to your side, your tent tucked away in a corner secluded from most of your party to keep your privacy, you could only give her a confused look. She seemed so excited and you had no idea why, and she was beginning to return the confusion.

“You gonna put on the dress or just make me stand here?” Oh! You let your bag fall to the ground, crouching down to rummage through its contents, searching for the dress.

When you found it you laid it over your bag, standing back up to remove the leather from your body. You could hear Karlachs giggles as you shimmied out of your much too tight leather pants, only to have to pull the dress over your body right after.

Your hair was up, but you untied it and allowed your hair to fall over your shoulders. When you turned back to her, she stared at you with awe. “Woah..”

“What?”

“You look..nice.” You giggled, which made her laugh along with you, both of you unaware of the approaching footsteps. His eyes trace along your figure, and he allows himself a moment of greediness to take in the full effect you have. You seem so happy, a smile appearing on his cheeks as he watches you smile gleefully and so..so..carefree. You're finally allowing yourself to have fun, and not worrying about protecting everyone else around you. And Gods.. you’re breathtaking.

He would never admit to a living soul, or a non-living one for that matter, but he had been infatuated with you since the moment you asked him to join your party. You made him weak, and with his newfound freedom he wasn’t sure what the correct way to deal with it was. Obviously he could use his charm to lure you into his bedroll, but he wanted more, he wanted to be the reason you felt giddy enough to show your teeth with a smile. He wanted to be the reason you laughed, and fooled around, the reason you felt safe enough to have fun.

He takes a deep breath in, to regain his confidence and charm, and he proceeds towards the two of you.

Until his voice filled your ears and caused your eyes to shoot in his direction, “Well well..don’t you look nice.”

“Astarion!” He approached the two of you slowly, staring at you and paying no mind to Karlach’s presence.

“I’m gonna leave you two alone..” Karlach let out an awkward chuckle, making eye contact with you with wiggly eyebrows before sneaking away.

You look back towards Astarion, who is unable to make eye contact with you as his eyes roam along your body, preoccupied. You're certain he doesn't even realise Karlach has left from beside the two of you.

“Where did you get this pretty thing?” He looks back up to meet your eyes, smirk big enough to show his fangs which sends a nervous shiver through your body. A tingle in your neck reminds you of the favour you allowed him. Your arms cross against your chest, suddenly more nervous in his presence than ever before.

“Just something I picked up from a merchant..”

“In all the time I’ve traveled by your side , I’ve never seen you look so.. elegant.”

“Wow thanks..” You roll your eyes with a snort, crossing your arms tighter across your chest.

“Now c’mon darling..you know I mean you no disrespect. Only pointing out the obvious. May I?” At first you're unsure what he’s even asking permission for, but when you see his hands reaching out to touch you, you give him a nod.

He doesn’t hesitate, hands finding your hips. “See…usually you’re wearing that menacing leather, always so serious.” Your face scrunches up at his words, you’ve never thought your armour to be very menacing nor did you believe you were ‘always serious’. Only when the situation called for it.

The heat of his skin can be felt even through the fabric. His thin fingers squeeze into the plush of your hips, then run along your waist, feeling the fabric between his fingers. “But right now, in this dress, with your hair undone,” He brings his hand up to run his fingers through your hairs, “You look so free. You’re beautiful darling..so beautiful.”

You feel your face relax, and it only softens more when Astarions eyes meet yours once more and his pupils are blown . The softest smile blossoms on his face, which turns out to be contagious cause not soon after a cheek burning smile is on your face. Face hot as you look into his eyes, his hands still on your waist, thumbs massaging your skin through your dress.

“I should take it off, I don’t want to get it dirty.”

“Could you humor me?”

“Humor you? How so, Astarion?”

“Keep it on, just for an hour. It’s been a long time since I spent an evening with a woman as beautiful as you..”

#astarion #astarion x reader #baldurs gate astarion #x reader #oneshot #drabble #female reader #baldur's gate 3 #fem reader #bdg3 #bg3 #bg3 astarion

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darklordofthesimp · 1 year

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Delirium (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader)

Summary: Being partnered with Ghost was never easy. However, when you find him bleeding out on the kitchen floor and delirious from blood loss, you make a discovery. The L.T loves to talk.

Requested by Anon: #57 You're shaking.

A/N: Some Sunshine to feed you while I work on Anything III.

Category: Mutual Pining

Warnings: Description of injury || Graphic language

You weren't a medic by any means.

There was the combat first aid course that you were all forced to do during basic training, but that had been a century ago. You'd handled your own injuries when an enemy sniper would get a lucky shot. Again, there's not much to do there other than put some pressure on it.

Otherwise, you were fairly inexperienced when it came to handling injured team members. There were shortfalls to being a sniper, hand-to-hand combat wasn't as relevant and having to provide first aid was rare.

You call them shortfalls because now, in a situation where those skills are required, you're fucking struggling.

You'd opened the door to the safe house with a sigh, frowning when you couldn't see Ghost through the windows. You'd assumed he'd be waiting for you to arrive from your nest but clearly, he didn't give enough of a fuck to wait around.

You could have died en route and he'd be sleeping.

For some reason, the thought hurt.

You could think of a million things that he probably thought more important than you; staring at a wall being high on the list. What you hadn’t expected, was to find him collapsed on the kitchen floor.

“Ghost,” you rasped, choking on his name. His eyes flickered open at the sound of your voice, the relief palpable in his gaze. He groaned and let his head fall back against the wall with a strangled noise. You were frozen. You’d never seen him injured and honestly, you thought that you never would.

You’d even told Soap that Ghost was probably just a bootleg Robo-Cop beneath the mask.

But, the blood soaking through his uniform said otherwise.

“You gonna give me hand or not?” His voice was low and rough. It had no edge, though. There was no bite behind his words like there usually was and it scared you. The man hated your guts and if he was too injured to convey that then he was definitely dying.

“Oh God,” you breathed, leaning your rifle against the wall slowly. Your eyes never left his crumpled form and his eyes never left your face. “Oh God.”

You slid to your knees, rushing to his side with frantic curses. You couldn’t see the extent of the wound from beneath his armour and he clearly didn’t have enough strength to take it off himself.

“Stab wound,” Ghost offered the cause of injury through gritted teeth. “Got me good.”

“This shit needs to come off,” you tugged at his armour, reaching for the quick-release cord. The man groaned but he didn’t object. One hard tug of the plastic ligature had the vest falling apart at every seam, the line now loose in your hand.

“Fuck,” the man gave a startled chuckle, taking a large breath with his chest free from pressure. “Feel better already.”

You didn’t reply, eyes narrowed on the wound beneath his ribs. You pulled up his shirt, tucking it beneath his arms as you scanned over the injury. It was clean cut, a clear entry wound that was steadily leaking a shit tonne of blood.

No sounds of air sucking in through the jagged flesh and you thanked whoever was listening that it wasn’t a punctured lung. You didn’t have any seals on you and you didn’t want to slap him with some duct tape instead. He’d never let you live that down.

“How’s it lookin’, Sunshine?” Ghost asked, breathing heavily.

“Unfortunately,” you began, pressing the cotton padding from your kit against the wound, “if you apply pressure, you’ll live.”

“Unfortunately?” He coughed, the sound strained and you could tell he immediately regretted the movement.

“Very fucking unfortunate,” you confirmed with faux seriousness.

You stuck a gauze pad to the wound once you had finished packing it, reaching into your med pouch for a bandage. You’d wrap it around his midriff to keep pressure on the wound, you decided.

“A ray of Sunshine you are, as per fuckin’ usual.”

You clenched your jaw, reminding yourself that he was injured and that you couldn’t stick a finger knuckle-deep in his wound as retaliation. At the very least, he was back to hating you. Meant he wasn’t dying any time soon.

You frowned at the bandage in your hands, desperately trying to remove the plastic wrapping. You couldn’t think straight and your body felt jittery as the adrenline began to settle. You couldn’t believe how vulnerable he was, unable to gather the strength to take off his own body armour.

You hated it.

Why the fuck couldn’t you open this wrapping?

You pulled harder on the plastic, trying to bring your heart rate down. Why were you breathing so hard?

A gloved hand fell over your own.

Your frantic tugging came to an immediate halt and your eyes snapped up to meet his, startled. Ghost's gaze was half lidded but just as intense as always, grazing over your features. Heat flushed through your body at his drunken stare. You knew it was from the blood loss, you knew he could barely see straight, but that kind of look was reserved for someone he was sharing a bed with and you couldn't function at the sight of it.

For a moment he said nothing, blinking slowly- too slowly- as he took in a breath.

"Relax, kid," he murmured eventually. "I'm okay."

You swallowed hard.

His fingers were soft over your own, too weak to apply pressure but curled over your hand just the same.

"I am relaxed." You bit back at him, returning your gaze to the stupid fucking bandage beneath both of your hands. You didn't want him to see how much this affected you, you didn't want him to think you were a cowardly mess.

There was a soft huff as he patted your hand lightly. "You're shaking, Sunshine."

You sucked in a breath.

Your eyes flickered back to meet his, lips trembling at your exposure. He knew. The gentleness in his gaze was otherworldly, so foreign you wondered if it was even Simon Riley beneath the mask. Blood loss was clearly doing a number on him and he was doing a number on you.

“I’m a sniper, Sir.” You coughed, trying to tear yourself from the sudden intimacy of the situation. “I don’t shake.”

Ghost tutted from beneath his mask.

“Haven’t been with the right bloke, then.”

Your jaw dropped.

Ghost blinked at you as though he couldn’t believe what had come out of his mouth, either. Jesus fucking Christ. You suddenly realised why Soap had made fun of Ghost for never drinking when you’d all be at the pub. You remembered asking the Sarge why the masked enigma would always bail after an hour or two and his response was simple.

“The L.T can’t hold his tongue when he’s on the piss.”

You thought that implied aggression.

Clearly not.

“There is no right bloke,” you rasped, slowly pulling the bandage from beneath his hand. The loss of contact left you feeling empty but suddenly you could breathe a little easier.

Your fingers shook violently as you tried for the plastic wrapper again and your gaze flickered to Ghost’s face, praying he hadn’t noticed. You should have known better.

His eyes were on your trembling digits, a soft exhale making it’s way to your ears.

“Looks like I’ve proved you wrong, Sunshine.”

The words were low but there was no heat behind them. It didn’t feel lustful, they were murmured like an afterthought, his mind elsewhere. You wondered where Simon Riley disappeared to in his head when he looked at you.

“You crack a lot of jokes for someone who’s a literal shish kebab,” you snapped, tearing at the plastic wrapping with your teeth. Finally, the bandage came loose.

“And you talk a lot of shit for someone who cares more than they let on.” The words were fired back, demanding your attention.

You stared at him for a long moment, resisting the urge to squirm beneath his dark gaze. You’d never seen that expression on him before, as though he were daring you to disagree. As if he were waiting for you to say something.

“Can’t care too much in this business, Sir.” You choked on the words, unravelling the bandage.

“I believed that once,” he tilted his head.

“And now?” You prodded, leaning over him to wrap the bandage around his midriff. You tried to ignore how close your face was to his, how your fingers trailed against the skin of his stomach. The Lieutenant shivered beneath your touch and you kept your gaze downcast.

Fingers gripped your chin softly and you gasped as he tilted your face upward.

You were half on top of him, nose to nose and his stuttered exhale brushed against your lips. Simon’s eyes were half lidded and this close you could see the blue of his eyes, a stormy ocean that swallowed you whole. You were caught in it’s rip tide, drowning in the reverence of his stare.

“Now,” he murmured, lazily examining our features. His eyes lingered on your parted lips, his thumb slowly swiping your bottom lip. “Could say I’ve had a change of heart.”

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jonathanrook · 2 years

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do yoy like two minute noodles

like instant ramen? yea

#if that's not what two minute noodles are then boy do i look like an idiot #question #anon #omg not relevant but this ask made me remember that #my junior year of college roommate's boyfriend #who you may better know as #[redacted]#was fucking obsessed microwave rice??#every time i went into the kitchen he was using MY FUCKING MICROWAVE to make another shitty pouch of shitty microwave rice

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paigebueckersmommy · 1 month

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tipsy - p.b

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paige bueckers x reader

warnings : 18+, possessiveness, drinking, fingering, semi public sex

you and paige had been messsing around for a couple months, but nothing serious. paige swore to you that you were the only girl she was hooking up with, but if that was true, why weren’t we anything more than friends with benefits?

a couple weeks ago after hooking up paige had mentioned a party to you, and asked if you were going and when you replied that you didn’t know about it, she asked you to go with her. she murmured a dirty joke with a giggle when you accepted then you playfully push her.

paige had picked you up for the party, calling you gorgeous and complimenting you the whole way there. this was what confused you, she treated you like her girlfriend.

you guys eventually wander off, nudging paige and telling her that you were going to find some friends.

half and hour later, you decide to try to find paige again, coming back down from going to the bathroom upstairs. you find her in the kitchen holding red solo cup. as you pouch her she holds eye contact with you and doesn’t look happy. “p are you okay?” you say, worried for paige. she looked mad. “did she make you cum? fingers or toung?” paige said, crocking her neck down to your height.

“paige what are you talking about? i was going to the bathroom upstairs. paige are you drunk?” you say with confusion.

paige sets down her solo cup grabbing her hand and walking fastly in front of you, leading you up the stairs and into the bathroom and closing the door behind you. she pushes you against the door l, resting her forearm on the door behind you. “paige are you sure your not drunk?” you say, trying to ignore the need between your legs you develop with paige looking at you this intensely.

paige unbottons your jean shorts, pulling them down to your mid thighs, and moves your panties to the side. paige pushes three of her lengthy fingers inside of you, without even asking you to suck on them which she loves doing. you gasp out due to the pressure on you, and paige curling her veiny hands inside of you.

“you like that you whore? am i the only one that makes you feel this good?” paige says, still keeping eye contact with you while pumping in and out of you.

“fuck yes paige your the only girl i want, holy shit i’m close” you say through moans of pleasure and screaming out paige’s name as your legs shake.

“oh yea? you’re close?” paige says, as she feels you start to clench around her fingers, when you finally release paige bends down onto her knees to lick up all your juices. she licks her fingers clean holding intense eye contact with you. paige washes her hands as you clean your self up. she pushes a passionate kiss to your lips as she walks out of the bathroom.

a couple of hours pass, as paige finds you and nudges you, signally that she’s ready to leave, you nod , agreeingly. paige opens the passanger seat door for you, you hop in and wait as paige jogs around to the drivers side.

paige gets in the car, starts the car then looks at you with a grin. “your so breautful, pretty girl.” paige says through her bright red cheeks.

“your even more beautiful p.” you say as you also start to smile. “baby will you be my girlfriend? tonight made me realize i want you. not just a casual thing. i want to be the only girl you think of, and make you cum.”

you smile, hearing those word was like music to your ears. “paige, you were already the only girl i think and epically the only girl that makes me cum.

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