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softpine · 1 year

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battery % character questions answered:

thank you to anyone who sent in questions!! i combined them all here, sorted by character so it’ll be easy to read :)

31%. What is guaranteed to make this character smile?

a cool breeze on a warm day, waking up to the sound of birds chirping, making wishes on dandelions, and finn. always finn 💖

76%. If your character could "unmeet" someone in their life, who would they choose?

+ anonymous said: I got sad thinking about what if Asa never met Finn but now I’m super curious how much that would have changed things?

omg if asa never met finn, there would be no story at all because finn is the reason why asa is even able to see ghosts! his life would’ve been so normal without finn, it’s kind of funny to imagine. but if you asked asa, he would of course want finn to be in his life no matter the cost. he can’t bear the thought of never knowing him :(

but to answer the question directly, i think he would choose to “unmeet” his grandparents on danny’s side. they’re not really in his life at all, and they’ve always disliked caroline, so a lot of that treatment gets unfairly pushed onto asa. they still feel like caroline “trapped” danny by having a baby like it wasn’t both of their decisions lmao. danny has tried to get them to be more involved many times, but even danny himself doesn’t talk to his parents often anymore, so asa isn’t too mad about it.

7%. What's one flaw about themselves that they hate the most and wish they could change? (asked by @morrigan-sims)

hmm this one is tricky because the thing is, asa is not self-aware of his flaws at all. in fact, he doesn’t even think many of his flaws are actually flaws at all. he should probably feel guilty for putting his family through hard times every time he impulsively goes time traveling, but he really... doesn’t. when he gets an idea, he’s not letting it go until he sees it through. he gets so wrapped up in his own mind that he doesn’t do a great job of checking in on other people unless they come to him first. this is not to say he’s not a compassionate person, because that couldn’t be further from the truth, but he spends most of his time locked in a daydream or hiding away with finn. but asa doesn’t see any of the aforementioned things as flaws. i think if someone offered him the chance to change anything about himself, he’d say he likes himself just the way he is :’)

96%. A typical weekend for your character is like… (asked by @maturation)

weekends are danny’s time with asa, so normally asa goes to the farmhouse and helps out with the animals or runs the roadside vegetable stand. he’s there less often now that danny is on tour and casper is at college, but he still keeps mikaela and sadie company for at least one day of the week. other than that, asa spends most of his weekends somewhere outdoors, whether it’s in the forest or at the cemetery. lately, it’s only the cemetery to tell finn he hasn’t forgotten about him, and then he spends the rest of the day in bed :(

78%. If your character could choose different parents for themselves, who would they choose and why?

this is such a sad question omg but the truth is, finn wouldn’t pick anyone else. he loves his parents deeply. he spent every second of his time (while he was alive) trying to be perfect, to ease his family’s strain (financially, emotionally, you name it), trying to get his dad to quit drinking, trying to be a “good enough” son that was worthy of being treated right. he thought a lot of things were his fault, or at least were not his parent’s fault. he wanted them to be better, but he didn’t want them to be someone else :(

49%. Are there any behaviors that your other characters do that irk your character? Is your character ever vocal about their annoyance?

one of the biggest things that bothers him is when asa or even stevie, sometimes, complain about their parents. unfortunately because of the way he grew up, his measure for “good parenting” is very different than most people’s. to him, if your family provides a home & food for you and doesn’t physically abuse you, they must be good parents. it’s harder for him to see gray areas there. so he has to really reign himself in when either of them, but especially asa, seem ungrateful for their parents. but he’s gained a lot of perspective from talking to stevie and seeing how deeply affected by her parents fighting that she is. he may not understand why it’s so upsetting, but he can relate to the feeling of pure panic and heartbreak that comes with it.

35%. How does your character look and feel when crying? (asked by @catharsim)

fjskdjs this is so applicable to her, she cries more than any of the other characters. she gets easily overwhelmed by emotion. even if she’s not full-on crying, sometimes she’ll just tear up a little. unfortunately for her, it’s really hard to hide when she’s been crying because her face goes beet red and stays that way for way longer than she’d like. also i made this lmao

78%. If your character could choose different parents for themselves, who would they choose and why?

she would’ve loved to live with her aunts caroline and beth. she and asa were already like siblings growing up and she spent so much time at their house because she didn’t want to go home. also, if you remember when jo was pregnant with stevie, she used to live in a big city, but she moved back to brindleton to make things work with owen. stevie often wishes that her mom would’ve just stayed where she was, and owen could’ve been the distant yet loving father who she spent fun summer vacations with, but she never would’ve had to see her parents get together.

14%. Who or what influenced your character's personality? Did they pick up any mannerisms or traits from someone?

it’s hard to tell what kind of influence her parents, specifically, have had on her, because she tries so hard to not be like them in many ways, that sometimes it’s a self-fulfilling prophecy. she wanted so badly to not be noncommittal that she ended up clinging onto a relationship she never saw much hope for. she never wanted to become an argumentative person, so instead she becomes a person who will let things go when really they need to be talked about. etc. but despite all her efforts, she’s a lot like her dad. they make the same facial expressions (especially when they’re annoyed) and when they’re on good terms, they can communicate with just a simple look.

82%. What was your character like as a baby? As a child?

she was a really fussy baby 😭 she loved to be held and HATED being alone. her parents would run the vacuum and bounce her for hours just to make her fall asleep. but if they tried to set her down, she would wake right back up again :’) and we know how she was as a child for the most part, but basically she was really loud, always doing something to fill her time, was definitely the class clown, had lots of friends, etc. but she was also really sensitive and wore her heart on her sleeve even more than she does now.

96%. A typical weekend for your character is like…

she works on weekends! she usually works friday through sunday for as long as she’s legally allowed to, because obviously she’s still in school and can’t work very long on week days. her friends (but usually just elaine) will often keep her company at work. it’s a gas station mostly used only by truck drivers, so it’s really not busy and stevie spends most of her weekend just killing time.

79%. Does your character feel guilty about anything in the past?

oh my god yeah, she feels STRONG guilt over many things she’s done in the past (hell, she feels guilty for the things she’s doing in the present and will do in the future). she’s always wanted to be the kind of person who lives without regrets because every decision makes you who you are, after all, but her brain just doesn’t work like that. she’s never forgiven herself for anything and she probably never will :(

71%. What are your character's three clearest memories?

i chose to answer this question for coco because she doesn’t have a very good memory. even big events in her life don’t seem crystal clear to her when she looks back on them. there are entire years that are a complete blur to her, and her childhood went by too quickly in her mind. but the memories she remembers the easiest are: 1) the day she met her best friend / favorite person, liam, when they were kids. 2) when she moved into her first apartment which she pays for all on her own; it was a huge deal for her because self-reliance is one of her biggest goals in life. 3) when she was arrested for the second time (she doesn’t remember the first time)... lol

23%. Are there any emotions your character is particularly afraid of, or really resents having to feel?

she wishes she wasn’t so irritated all the time. it’s not that she’s angry more frequently than other people, she’s just... annoyed. it’s sorta like, you know when you’re already having a really bad day and it seems like everything is going wrong? but nothing is going more wrong than usual, you’re just more aware of it, so suddenly you’re getting pissed off because your shirt got caught on the doorknob for a few seconds, when normally that would not be an issue at all. that’s how coco feels most of the time. she’s just soooo beyond overworked and stressed that any minor inconvenience becomes catastrophic to her. she’s aware of this and she wishes she knew how to stop feeling this way.

25%. Can your character easily hide their emotions?

it really depends! in her day to day life, she can’t hide it when she’s annoyed or angry. but when she’s working, she has to keep ALL her true emotions hidden. no matter how coco feels, cherry has to always be happy and playful, has to giggle but not truly laugh, has to be attentive to everyone else’s needs, has to be thankful and considerate even when others don’t give her the same in return, has to pretend to enjoy things she really doesn’t, etc. she’s an actress that never really gets to finish playing her role, because anyone who knows her as cherry will always know her as cherry, not coco. it’s why she tries so hard to separate her personal life from her work life, although there’s only so much she can do. that’s why she started working as a waitress on top of sex work, because she needed an avenue to make money that didn’t involve changing her personality so drastically for so long. it’s exhausting for her.

96%. A typical weekend for your character is like…

she works now, but not as much as stevie. jada doesn’t really need the money, she just wants to fill up her resume and keep herself busy, so she’s not taking it too seriously. on days she works, she’ll finish her shift and go visit elaine or stevie (or asa, but these days he mostly wants to be alone). on days she doesn’t work, she’ll paint and read most of the day!

18%. If your character suffered amnesia and lost all their memories, what would they be like?

a lot less guarded, a lot less quiet, a lot less judgemental. so much of her personality was only developed after she lost her mom in the way that she did, and she’s never gotten to recover because she’s constantly being reminded of all the people she can’t save. if she never had to worry about any of that... i can’t even imagine how different she would be, honestly. as a kid, she was still quiet of course, but she had no trouble connecting with people and she had no reason to expect the worst case scenario to come true at any given moment :(

62%. What is your character’s first memory? (asked by @itsalwaysgonnabeher)

aw this is a cute one ;-; i want to say when her parents got her one of those little kid jeeps for her birthday and she would drive up and down the street, making all the other kids sooooo jealous lol but she would always let them have a turn too, as long as they promised to be careful!

98%. Would your character have a social media account? Do they? Why or why not? How often do they update their status? How many friends do they have?

elaine is the only one of my characters who i can imagine having a social media presence on purpose. like i can see stevie’s twitter getting somewhat popular by accident, but elaine actually curates her profiles. she mainly posts her makeup looks on instagram and tiktok. i wouldn’t say she has a ton of followers (i don’t use either so i have no idea what “a lot” would even mean fjksjds) but she’s trying!

13%. How has your character's personality changed from childhood to adulthood? (asked by @alltimefail)

i feel like caroline’s gradual change is the most obvious of all the adults, so i won’t go too much into it for her, but the biggest thing is her ability to regulate her emotions. as a kid/teen, everything felt like the end of the world. she thought she would never feel okay again. she’s much better at recognizing when she’s feeling a certain emotion and being able to handle it accordingly!

19%. How does your character's living space reflect their personality? (asked by @townie-trait)

though her current living space is a far cry from the absolute chaos that her teenage bedroom was, i still think it shows her personality really well. she always has tarot cards on the floor because that’s part of her morning ritual, after she does her makeup (does anyone else do their makeup on the floor??), she loves moon-shaped stuff so there’s a bunch of that around the house, along with all the dark jewel tones. the bathroom is permanently stained with all her various hair dyes. there are cat toys, beds, and climbing stuff absolutely everywhere because she spoils mac so much. if she lived alone, her house would be messy as helllllll, but she cleans because she knows it’s important to beth!

71%. What are your character's three clearest memories?

+ anonymous said: i feel like i can guess some of these because we’ve followed ur characters for so long, but maybe there’s some i didn’t expect or don’t have a post associated w/ them?

i feel like i can do this one for beth too because, while she was obviously a major character for a long time, we didn’t see her day-to-day life as much as we saw caroline’s. 1) getting engaged, getting married, asa being born, etc. but i’m combining them because that would be lame if i just listed all of those lmao. 2) her first ballet recital; the moment where she realized she wanted to be a dancer, not just do ballet as a hobby. it’s the same moment where she realized she’d have to commit to having a strong work ethic and lose her fear of failure. 3) finding out that caroline and danny broke up, but they’d all drifted so far apart that she was only hearing about it over the phone, days later. she couldn’t help but imagine how different things would be if they’d broken up just a few months earlier. she never thought there would be a day when caroline wouldn’t rely on beth for support, but it hit her all at once that that day was here. it was a gut punch moment for her.

13%. How has your character's personality changed from childhood to adulthood?

she’s become a lot less concerned with what other people think about her. she’s gained so much confidence in every possible way. unfortunately, i think she lost a lot of her optimism along the way, but she hasn’t gone full pessimist either. becoming a parent has given her a sense of fulfillment and greater purpose, but it’s also another thing for her to stress about. she’s very good at stressing about things lmao. she’s less anxious than caroline, but she’s a lot more high-strung, if that makes sense.

13%. How has your character's personality changed from childhood to adulthood?

ironically, i think danny had a stronger sense of self when he was younger. he always knew he wanted to be a musician, live in california, and be a dad. well, then he got all 3 of those wishes granted, and yet there was always something in the way. since he’s become an adult, he hasn’t felt fully present in his own life, but he doesn’t know what to do about it. whenever he’s working, he wishes he could spend more time with his family, but when he’s spending time with his family, he wishes he could further his career. both sides of his life have a time limit that’s ticking and ticking and reminding him of how much older he’s getting. and he’s starting to wonder if he’ll ever feel like he’s actually living his life rather than just letting it happen to him.

45%. What's something that turns this character on? And what's a definite turn-off?

he loves half-ironic roleplay (silly costumes are a bonus). he just thinks it’s really hot when you can laugh with somebody without it taking you out of the moment, and luckily mikaela feels the exact same way. they’re just silly goofy people so of course that translates to their sex life :P big turn off is anyone who isn’t mikaela fjksdjs

13%. How has your character's personality changed from childhood to adulthood?

as a kid, she was always such a goody two shoes, never disagreed with her parents (but especially her mom) about anything, and she tried to be a good example for olivia. but mikaela got the brunt of the criticism and it started to wear her down when she was a teenager. she was supposed to be thinner, quieter, more pious. she was friends with the “wrong” people (ie. normal people, not socialites). her hobbies were not beneficial to the family, therefore they were a waste of time. eventually she realized she wasn’t good enough, because no one could possibly be good enough for her mom. she became a lot happier when she figured out who she really was, beyond what her mom wanted her to be. she loves doing hands-on farm work, although it doesn’t come naturally to her, and she spends every second she can with her kids. she doesn’t expect things to just be handed to her anymore, she had to work for what she’s got. it’s made her appreciate everything so much more.

30%. What would hurt your character so badly they couldn't even breathe? (asked by @bitchyybabyy400)

EASILY it would be if any of her kids no longer wanted her to be in their life. she has actual nightmares about it. her mom kicked her out and cut her off at 16 years old, so she never had a great example of good parenting, and it terrifies her to think she could do something that would push her kids away from her. she would genuinely not be able to go on.

94%. Your character is falling in love. Do they take things slow or fast? Do they make decisions or do they make a lot of compromises? How secure are they? (asked by @minamill)

she’s never been in love and she really has no idea how she would act if she was. she’s had some... idk, crushes? more like she’ll take an interest in someone, but not necessarily in a romantic way. she finds certain people fascinating and wants to spend all her time with them, to learn everything about them, but once that feeling fades, she can’t recapture it. she worries that if she ever did fall in love someday, she would fall out of love just as quickly. i believe that if she did fall in love, she would instantly talk herself out of it :/

60%. Are their interests and likes socially appropriate?

i chose alisa for this question, because no they are not fjkjdsj she’s always been into morbid things that were inappropriate for her age. she looks for roadkill every where she goes and takes pictures of it – she’d never hurt anyone or anything on purpose, but she finds the aftermath very interesting. she started telling people she wanted to be a mortician at the age of 10 and it’s still a dream of hers. she’s generally just really interested in the macabre, especially if it’s historical.

#that was super fun thank you!!! <3 #not a single question for casper lmaooo it's fine he's not even mad! really. he's not upset either. he's fine. he understands.#why'd that sound like hobo johnson #camellia ask

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ghostedcas · 8 months

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it's five in the morning and i should really be sleeping but before i do i just wanted to say thank you so so much to everyone who has liked and/or reblogged my recent fics🥺🫶

it means a lot to me that so many of you seem to love what i've written, especially enough to reblog and even follow me?? that's just...🥹

i appreciate each and every single one of you, each and every single like, reblog, read and follow.

to be completely transparent with you all, i have been feeling super depressed recently, my mental health has been declining rapidly. i have bpd amongst some other mental health issues and it has truly been kicking my ass and i've rapidly been spiraling into a depressive episode, my meds have stopped working (thankfully not my antipsychotics, those are keeping my hallucinations and delusions at bay, but my antidepressants/anxiety meds have stopped working despite being on the highest dose possible) and it has just made the spiral into depression a whole lot worse. that being said, seeing all this love for my fics, my writing, has made me feel a teensy bit better. i love writing and i'm very glad you all seem to like my writing!

anyhow, thank you so so much from the bottom of my heart to each and every one of you, even if you've like just one of my works, even if you don't see this post in particular, just know that i adore and appreciate you. yes, you!

lots and lots of love, casper <3

p.s; and as always, feel free to send me asks about anything!! requests, talking about your day, asking about mine, i love to hear it all <3

#ghostedcas #just casper screaming #tmi casper #stop being such a sap cassie #no but really. thank you all so much. i love you all MWAH <3

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edsbacktattoo · 1 year

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Chapter Sixteen: A Blanket Seamed With Teeth

I'm very quickly running out of amusing things to say here. Good news though, the newest chapter of OMTS is up and you can find it here!

#we're starting to get into real lovey-dovey territory over here folks #no more angst!!!! it's fluff time #thanks to casper for beta reading as always #also i apologise for the slight delay. had to spend time with my bf's family on account of xmas #gotta tell ya that shit was kinda rough #so instead of coping with it in a healthy way I have simply slipped into my Mind Cinema <3 #i do not recommend this method btw i'm very insane #love you all pls enjoy the chapter #ofmd #ofmd fanfic #our flag means death #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #omts

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ask-thedepressedkidatthetable · 11 months

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“You have no business looking into my family!” [ alex // casper ]

Angry/Irritated Sentences, Vol. 2

"Okay. I'm sorry." Alex said, his hands gently gesturing downward. "I'm sorry." Had he fucked everything up? He hoped not, but he could see it now: Casper avoiding him, driving wedges everywhere, the whole nine yards of distance. Alex couldn't really blame him either. He'd done the same for so much less and for what? His own mistakes. Whatever Casper was dealing with was serious and completely outside of his experience!

What was he supposed to do? Casper hadn't come back after break, it'd been nearly a month and it scared Alex to no end! He'd learned too much to take the possibility of Casper being killed off the table. 'Ran away,' they said. 'Disturbed.' 'Quiet.' God, he worried about Casper. Justin too. The whole lot of them. The world just wasn't made for people like them. It had been the perfect opportunity too, he'd seen Saffron turn the corner and she hadn't even noticed him! So he followed her as far as he could, and drew up maps and wrote out the huge list of addresses that could possibly be Casper's and it was a gigantic pain in the ass! Oh sure, Mr. Barnes and the buss driver were more than willing to write down his address and hand it off to everyone on a silver platter, but the second he wanted to know anything it became a huge fight!

So he did it himself. He wandered neighborhoods, caught up with the drug dealers on the bus, and one day he got lucky! "Cas, Cas please!" No! He wasn't going to watch them become strangers again! Alex pulled on Casper's hand- hard keeping him from walking back into that house. They were going to settle this now! In the driveway. "Just come back to school! Please?" Whatever was going on, Alex could figure it out! He'd become a different person, he'd take another shape and it wouldn't disturb the delicate balance of their lives. "I miss you! Mr. Barnes misses you. He- he keeps checking behind the door like he's expecting you to pop out at any moment." Did- did Casper get it? It was like a ghost joke! But it was also true.

Casper hadn't returned any of his calls. Was this all too much? Alex stared at Cas's hand. He wasn't sure he wanted to live in a world where he couldn't admit he actually cared about people but . . . .

Alex sighed, letting go of his hand. "I worry about you. It's who I am." Did Casper remember when he offered to listen if he ever wanted to talk? One day, if they had the time, he'd repay the debt he was creating here and tell him what was really going on. But right now it was too hard to say. Roadkill wrapped in plastic. Pathetic nights spent holding the same mug he'd handed Casper the night they met. Jumps- cracks in the night, he thought he had a duty to make sure Casper was alive! To keep him that way if he could.

"I'm sorry. I never meant any harm."

#alex&casper #heartxshaped-bruises #[thank you so much for this]#[it's perfect <3]

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steve-keychain · 2 years

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bruh you gotta answer about dramamine please please please

It's a roadtrip fic set right before the Wedding ep!!! Idk if anything concrete is ever going to come from it, but it's been fun to write so far. Here's a snippet:

this fic also opens with Guillermo running Nandor over with the g-wagon

#i am excited about enough of this fic that it /will/ probably get published eventually #THANK YOU CASPER I LOV TALKIGNGN ABT FIC #<3 <3 <3 <3 <3

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caspercryptid · 1 year

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Music ask: 23 and 30 🎶

23. a song I think everybody should listen to

I just answered A crippling blow by the killers for this one but i gotta also say Roses by the band CAMINO had an active positive impact on my mental health so i'd love to toss that one in for consideration.

30. A song that reminds you of yourself

-sighs-

Big dumb idiot by Tom Cardy. Or Some Nights (intro) by fun. I almost linked like four fun. songs. My mental health has been better (but at least i'm not as sad as I used to be) (that's another song link)

#ask game #casper's haunted info tag #thanks for the ask <3

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cvald · 1 year

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your vibe is like someone who has an A+ sense of humour & is also rlly smart & also !! has the same name as Cal Kestis (infinitely complimentary)

!! thank you! that's very kind! i love to learn things and know things and be funny so that's very neat that it translates to online 💜

and cal!!! yeah!! he sounds like such a fun guy!!! i'm gonna get into star wars one day i Promise (i want to i just have Not been able to lmao)

i really do love my name, my friends gave it to me after (misreading) how i introduced myself when i first met them (beloved) and now i'm cal! just a lil dude

#thanks casper that was really so nice of you <3 #daisychainsandbowties #also not me asking my friends “how do i be normal about an ask saying i seem funny and smart i don't want to sound like an asshole”

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norrisleclercf1 · 3 months

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I have such bad baby fever rn and the Casper fabby request couldn’t have been at a better time😭 I’m in love with them

Could you please do a maybe max has been away too much and he feels Casper and fabby are getting distant from him cause they only reach for you so max takes them for boys day out. Maybe other drivers join or not either way.

A/N: Stoppppp Max would be so sad if his baby boys pulled away from him, those are his babies the twins are about 3-4 years old

Coming through the door, he keeps it quite as he knows the boys would just be waking up and wanted to be there to help you get them up. Padding through the penthouse he nods as his guards who nod and leave knowing you're much safer now.

"Thank you," Max whispers and heads into your bedroom first and smiles seeing you asleep wearing one of his old shirts, you always wore his clothes when you were gone. "Schat," Max whispers, placing his bag on the floor and moving to lean over the bed.

He smiles gently and touches your cheek, loving the way they puff out when you sleep. Whining you squeeze your eyes, nose scrunching that makes him smile when you do that. "Schat, I'm home." He whispers, placing soft kisses on your lips which has your eyes slowly opening. "Hi," You whisper, it's so soft Max almost misses it. "Hi," He whispers back.

Pulling back the blanket, Max moves and lies in the bed, holding you for the first time in almost two weeks. His body melts into yours as you bury your face into his chest, soaking in the smell of faint gun powder, lemon, with a touch of mint. It was how he always smelled, he smelled like home. "The boys will be up soon," Max hums and pulls you closer.

"I know, that's why I flew all night, I wanted to be here when they woke." Max whispers, fingers rubbing into your muscles which almost lulls you back to sleep. "Come on, let's get them before we never leave this bed." Max chuckles thinking that wasn't a bad thing but he really missed his babies and just wanted to hold them. "I'll get them," Max slides out of bed, hating that he was leaving the bed so soon.

Smiling he hears some movement in the bedroom and pushes the door open, smiling when he sees Fabby rolling around sucking on his paci. "Fabby, mijn kleine jongen." Max whispers and Fabby whines, rolling over with his hair messy and eyes droopy. Fabby whines loudly and his eyes get teary and Max coos and bends down to pick his boy up but Fabby scoots back and runs out of the room.

Max sighs, dropping his head and squeezing his nose taking a slow deep breath. He doesn't need to look to see Caspian roll out of bed and rush down the hall after his brother. Standing he heads to the bedroom and sees the boys curled into your body and you give him a worried look but he just smiles.

"I'm going to jump in the shower," Leaning over he kisses you but then goes to press a kiss on each of the boys. "No," Caspian pushes Max chest with his little hands and Max blinks and you can feel your own heart break as Max stares at Caspian. "Love you," Max whispers and walks into the bathroom, sliding the door closed.

Coming out, he wears some dress pants with a black shirt, drying his hair off as he stands in the hallway watching the boys eat. "Daddy," Fabby whines holding his bowl out to Max who smiles and moves. "Do you want more mijn kleine jongen?" Max asks and Fabby nods his head as Caspian stares up at Max with big eyes.

He moves into the kitchen and smiles at you, getting Fabby some more pancakes with berries. "You've just been gone a lot Max, that's it." You whisper, knowing why he was so tense. "Still, they shouldn't react to me that way, I've been too long," He moves away from you touch but then turns. "Why don't you take the day, do whatever you want," He takes out his wallet and lays down his black card. "Get whatever you want, let me spend the day with the boys." You can tell he really needs this and you nod your head, slowly taking the card.

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"Daddy!" Caspian yells as Max gently tosses him into the couch laughing as Fabby runs at Max with a fake lightsaber. Fabby hits Max in the back of the knees and then the stomach. "Ugh," Max groans, fake dying as the boys jump around cheering, Max smiling as they jump on him.

"Easy, I'm not so young anymore." Max laughs and the boys giggle and run off to their room, probably to get more toys. The door opens and voices fill the penthouse, Max smiling. "What up old man," Max scuffs as Lando looks down at him grinning. "Where are the boys?" Carlos asks, as Charles comes behind them with bags, probably filled with clothes and new toys.

"Boys! Your Uncles are here!" Max yells, groaning as he gets up, knees popping and he waits, hearing utter silence. "It's never good when the twins go silent." Charles mummers, and true to his word, it was never good.

"War!" Caspian jumps out of the hallway holding a huge nerf gun and Fabby screaming as he runs out waving two lightsabers which sends the guys scrambling. Max stands there, laughing as he watches some of the scariest men in the world get chased by his two boys. Fabby comes running back and hands out of the blue lightsaber to him.

"So I finally get your blue one huh?" Max asks, knowing that Fabby loved it. "Yes, Momma says the blue is the good, and Momma says you're good." Fabby smiles and stops his face going serious seeing Lando crawl around. "Landie!" He screams and the house is filled with the shrieks of Lando as Fabian kills his uncle.

Max smiles, clearing his throat as he watches his family play. "Daddy! Get him!" Caspian yells as Charles bolts past him and Max smirks running after his friend.

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herpsandbirds · 22 days

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Love your blog a lot! Supporting you all the way from the Philippines! <3

Thank you cupcake! Here is the national bird of the Philippines!

Philippine Eagle aka Monkey-eating Eagle (Pithecophaga jefferyi), family Accipitridae, order Accipitriformes, endemic to the forests of the Philppines

CRITICALLY ENDANGERED.

While not the largest eagle in terms of weight, they are considered the largest eagle in the world in terms of length and wing surface area.

They are endangered due to loss of habitat (deforestation).

Once considered to be closely related to the Harpy Eagle, DNA analysis concludes that they are actually much more closely related to the Snake Eagles (like the Bataleur).

Despite the nickname, they feed on a wide variety of mid sized animals, like monitor lizards, flying lemurs, small deer, etc, as well as monkeys.

photograph by imkidd

photograph by Casper Simon

#asia #eagle #birds #ornithology #animals #nature

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daisychainsandbowties · 1 year

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it's time for yet another song rec! (if you're still doing those, i mean. no pressure!!)

Non Believer by London Grammar

determined not to let me be normal about star wars au lilitrice huh?

“you chased an idea/ healed an earth behind some broken creature/ maybe she loves you”

because, like, there is no doubt whatsoever in Lilith’s mind that she loves this stupid, half-shattered thing, who might ungenerously be thought of as only a girl.

loved her as the station kept its slow orbit over a pollution-spotted planet, as Crimson stalked out of the interrogation room with unseen stains on her black gloves (but Lilith with her sensitivity to these things, and all the secret hues of red her eyes learned to see, knew that is was blood)

blood and more blood, and Lilith who didn’t fall in love when she scooped Beatrice off that weird crucifix of a chair at the exact centre of a room shaped like a mouth.

Lilith who fell in love before that, watching her appear like an apparition in the street, hidden among the troopers while this wisp of a girl spun a dozen fist-sized stones around her body. and of course no one likes to doom beautiful things, but the galaxy is the galaxy.

Lilith who fell in love when she saw the tiny, dirty palmprint pressed high on Beatrice's neck, who knew in that instant what she was spending herself to protect. the blue of her sabre, which is nothing like the sky or the water to Lilith, for whom all light-eating surfaces will always be naturally red - a long wavelength scattered slowly.

blue, to her, is the sensation of being submerged, drowned, down so deep that the light can’t pierce. blue, to her, just comes to mean Beatrice.

but does she love her? is love the same as any port in a storm?

“give you my all and you’re taking my everything/ all that we are, all that we need/ they’re different things.”

#amber!!! this song fucked me up #yeah nobody thought it was possible for casper to be worse but here we are #it's such a song holy crap #also yeah. it and everything else is actually about lilith & bea #thank you! <3 #wn star wars au #casper song recs #frozenabattoir

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milksnake-tea · 5 months

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━━ duty calls.

Created around the same time and having trained with one another, you and Casper have always butted heads. You'd compete over seemingly anything - how many souls one could reap, the days one could go without catching soul sickness, and the list goes on. Casper has always found you to be obnoxious, but when he sees you crying by yourself, he finds himself torn.

grim x gn!reaper!reader

contains: fluff, hurt/comfort, set before the main storyline, reader is NOT the mc, brief mentions of child death, USAGE OF GRIM'S REAL NAME, reader is a little shit

word count: 4.2k

a/n: FORGIVE ME IF THE WORLDBUILDING IS OFF I WAS TRYING MY BEST and ive only done one ending oops (finals hurts okay :((( ) also ... im not sure if reapers names are classified just to mortals and not other reapers but ykw imma take my liberties

"Seriously, do you ever get tired?"

Casper groaned irritatedly, running a hand through his snow-like hair. Blood like rust coated his scythe, spoils from his most recent hunt. The corpse still lay fresh in front of him, but their skin was cold and their eyes dead.

Boisterous laughter erupted above him. Sitting on the balcony of some person’s apartment, you grinned down at him - that infuriating, shit-eating grin that never failed to tick him off.

You kicked your legs childishly as you leaned back over the railing. Nestled against the crook of your arm was a scythe similar to his own, save for the more detailed design and color palette. Unlike him, you would constantly say, you liked to live a little.

Bold words coming from a bringer of death.

“Don’t blame me for you being slow,” you called down to him. Casper rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he glared up at you.

“I am not ‘slow’,” he grumbled. “You’re too eager. And get down from there, you’ll be spotted.”

You tilted your head. “It’s like, 3 A.M. What kind of idiot’s gonna be awake at this hour?”

“You’d be surprised. Humans will do anything but take care of themselves.”

“I guess,” you sighed, jumping down. You twirled your scythe absentmindedly, Casper leaning back to avoid getting hacked to pieces.

“Be careful with that,” he scolded. You, of course, ignored him.

“So are these the last of the guys?” you wondered, kicking at a corpse with your foot.

The alleyway was practically lined with bodies, so many that management had called upon both you and Casper to deal with the remnants of the massacre. Gang fights were a pain to deal with, second only to pandemics and war.

“It would seem so.” Casper gave you a look, to which you responded by sticking out your tongue. You were very mature, after all.

You stretched thankfully, rolling out your shoulder. “Thank God, I was starting to get depressed from all the dead people.”

“If you’re getting depressed from just this, perhaps you should consider a different career choice.”

“Nah.” You smiled. “If I left, who would I bully? You’d get all sad and lonely without me.”

“Hardly,” Casper scoffed. “If anything, I’d be relieved.”

“You wound me.”

“Good.”

“So mean,” you pouted. Casper paid you no attention, as per usual. It didn’t matter, though, since you immediately perked back up. “Hey, boo?”

“I told you not to call me that.”

“I have an idea.” And just like that, your cheshire grin returned. Casper sighed, already beginning to walk off.

“How wonderful,” he said sarcastically. “Share it with someone else.”

“Uh-uh, no.” As quick as a flash, your scythe was out, the blade curving in front of Casper to prevent his escape. “This one’s good, I swear.”

“Your definition of what is and isn’t a good idea needs some desperate fixing.” Still, he made no move to escape, instead turning around to face you.

“Let’s race.”

Casper raised a brow. “Race?”

You nodded eagerly, your eyes shining like jewels. In the darkness of the alleyway, the two of you were illuminated only by the neon blue lights of the city. Yet, as that same blue was captured in your eyes, Casper was reminded of a kaleidoscope, changing and turning in a multitude of different colors.

It was… captivating.

“If I win, you have to buy me a drink.”

Casper snapped out of his daze, a light flush blooming across his fair skin. Thankfully, though, you didn’t seem to notice, too entranced by another one of your ridiculous competitions. Seriously, there had to be a limit to how unprofessional you could be.

“You assume I have the time to buy you one,” he said with faux calmness, grateful for the night’s shadows hiding his complexion. You huffed.

“You could do it while you’re rebalancing yourself,” you said, as though it was obvious. “Besides, it doesn’t have to be anything big, just a coffee or a tea would be nice.”

“Fine, let’s say I stoop down to your level and agree to this… race,” said Casper. “What do I get if I win?”

You shrugged. “Then I'll just buy you a drink.”

Casper shook his head. “I’m not like you. I don’t drink on the job.”

“But you do cuddle an axolotl plushie when you sleep,” you pointed out. Instantly, Casper flushed red.

“Wha- What does that have to do with anything?!” he protested.

"I just thought about it randomly," you shrugged. "But seriously, that thing is huge, where did you get it?"

“Never mind how I got it," Casper crossed his arms and averted his eyes, his bottom lip turning up in a pout. “We’re getting off track.”

“Oh, so now you care about my games,” you teased. “Anyways, on how I’ll reward you…”

You spun your scythe back to your side, tapping its staff against the ground as you thought of a fitting reward.

“Oh! How about this?” You snapped your fingers, a figurative light bulb lighting up next to you. “You get to cash in one favor from me.”

“Any favor?” A smirk creeped onto Casper’s face, his interest finally piqued. “That’s a dangerous game you’re playing, [Name].”

“As long as it’s within reason and isn’t embarrassing,” you snapped, crossing your arms. “If you make me kiss your feet or something like that, I’ll kick your ass.”

“Of course,” Casper chuckled knowingly. “So, where to and when are we racing?”

“Hey, if you weren’t paying attention to the rules, then that's your fault. As for when the race starts, how about… now.”

“Wha- Hey!” Casper barely dodged as you shot past him in a blur of black. Hooking your scythe into the walls, you stuck out your tongue at him as you propelled yourself through the night.

“So long, Casp!”

Casper cursed under his breath. Quickly, he made haste to follow you. He flew through the air like a bird, twisting around light poles, skyscrapers, and billboards alike.

You weren’t as elegant, instead jumping from building to building like a modern superhero. You’d catapult yourself through the sky using your scythe as leverage, your laughter echoing in the slumbering city - free like the wind.

Casper didn’t have to follow you long to know where you were heading towards. Invisible to the mortal eye, yet painfully obvious to the eyes of reapers, was an entrance to the Underworld, a whirlpool of black and red that led straight down to your home.

As you launched yourself into the air once again, Casper came up next to you, his hair billowing in the cold night wind like smoke.

“Nice of you to join me,” you teased, elbowing him in the side. Casper rolled his eyes once again, speeding up. “Hey!”

Smoky tendrils of crimson and ink curled around your figures as the two of you neared the portal. The center of the whirlpool was a void seemingly leading to the abyss itself, but you’ve worked in this job long enough to know just what lay beneath.

True to his character, Casper wasted no time and shot straight into the thick of it. You, on the other hand, were a little more dramatic with your landing.

You spun in a backflip off of the last of the skyscrapers before letting gravity take you for a ride. Wind whistled past your ears as you fell, yet all you could hear was the rapid thump of your own heart. Adrenaline filled your veins. Soon, black and red lined your vision as the Underworld engulfed you.

The second you saw the tips of red-stained towers, you flipped yourself to face the ground. Closer and closer, you could practically taste it. If you delayed any longer, your life as a grim reaper could end prematurely.

Like the eyes of a devil, your pupils glowed in delight, activating your abilities. But rather than slowing your descent, you sped it up, shooting towards the ground like a missile.

Black blobs, the fuzzy images of your coworkers, scrambled to move out of your way. Turning your body, you landed hard on your heels, narrowly missing a fellow reaper.

For a moment, all you could see was dust. Before the clouds could disappear, you shook off the sting in your ankles and stretched.

“Woo!” you cheered, kicking your leg. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

“Quiet down.” Casper grabbed your shoulder and pulled you back. “Honestly, is there ever a quiet moment with you?”

You giggled. “Boo, you’ve known me long enough to know the answer to that. Oh, by the way, I’m craving some-”

“Hold it.” Casper bonked your head. “I only agreed to buy you something if you won.”

“Didn’t I?”

“No you didn’t,” Casper retorted. “Anyone with working eyes could see that I reached the ground before you did. Therefore, I won.”

“Uh, no.” You crossed your arms. “Are you gaslighting me? You’re gaslighting me. That's not very nice of you, Casp.”

“I am not gaslighting you.” Your white-haired coworker rolled his eyes. “As grim reapers, we cannot lie. Someone of your caliber should know this.”

You blinked innocently. “Did you just compliment me?”

Casper spluttered. “What in the world made you come to that conclusion?”

Taking a step forward, you leaned towards the reaper, a cheeky smile growing on your face. “You said ‘Someone of your caliber’. That means you think I’m capable.”

“You’d have to be a special kind of stupid to be incompetent after working as a reaper for so long,” Casper crossed his arms, fighting down the blush rising onto his cheeks. You were close, way too close. “Then again, I wouldn’t be surprised, seeing as how that was the only thing you heard from what I said.”

Heaving a sigh, he pushed you away with his finger.

“But don’t distract yourself from the fact that I won the race,” he said, a smug smirk replacing his exasperation.

“I was honestly trying to forget.”

Casper huffed, a pout forming on his lips. But the moment wouldn’t last long, as a ding sounded from both of your phones. When you checked it, you groaned when you saw a notification of unexpected emergency.

“Seriously?” you complained. “Overtime? Did a bunch of reapers die off or something? My soul’s going to get tainted at this rate.”

“Don’t complain.” Casper nudged you, but even you could see the irritation on his face. “It’s our job as reapers to reap souls on time, no matter what.”

“I guess. Still doesn’t make it any less annoying.”

“Agreed.” With a sigh, Casper summoned his scythe. “I must be off, now. See you on the other side, [Name].”

As he made his way back to the opening of the portal, his feet lifting off from the ground, a gloved hand reached out to grasp your chin. Gently, he guided you to look at him as he ascended.

“I look forward to cashing in on that favor.”

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For as long as you could remember, things have always been this way.

Your earliest memory was of waking up to the crimson skies of the Underworld. Unaware and unknowing, you allowed yourself to be dragged around by older reapers, their voices blurring together in a droning buzz. Everything had gone by so quickly, and you struggled to keep up with it all.

If you were to say it bluntly, your first day felt like a fever dream.

But amidst the chaos, the tutorials, and the gifting of your first scythe, there was one thing that you remembered clearly.

“...Snow.”

Your mentor’s lecture halted at your voice, barely audible. They followed your gaze to a white-haired man, looking to be around the same age as you. Like a drowsy child, you lifted your finger and pointed at him, looking back to your mentor.

“He’s like snow.”

Their eyes softened by the tiniest bit, having seemingly realized that you were still disorientated. After all, in a sense, you had just been born.

“I suppose he is.” Putting a hand on your shoulder, they guided you away from the man. “Now, as I was saying…”

Their voice faded away into the background as the white-haired man noticed your gaze. He turned to look at you, his ruby-like eyes like blood speckles against the winter landscape. You stared at each other for only a few seconds before you turned to follow your mentor.

You quickly forgot the pretty stranger, but you would stay in his memories for quite a while before you’d cross paths again. In the darkness of the Underworld, you were like a lantern - radiating warmth and familiarity.

You were beautiful, like a flower in summer. That was, until he met you for the second time.

Swiftly and ruthlessly, holding true to your occupation as a reaper, you cut apart any premonitions he had had about you. When you were put against him to spar by your mentors, the drowsiness had worn off - instead replaced by insufferable audacity.

As your scythes clashed, sparks flying between the two of you and burning him in the process, your mouth just wouldn’t stop moving, stop talking. The innocently sleepy look on your face was replaced with a shit-eating grin as you blocked his attacks, trapping him in a frenzied dance.

“What’s wrong, boo?” you laughed, twirling your scythe to drive him back. “Don’t tell me you’re getting tired already.”

Casper’s eyebrow twitched at the nickname; you wouldn’t stop calling him that ever since you learned his real name. He didn’t understand where it came from, but just the way you said it was enough to annoy him.

“Hardly,” he scoffed, his boots kicking up dust as they skidded against the ground. He was quick to lunge back at you, his movements precise as he swung his blade. “If anything, I’d wager that you’re the one tiring out.”

“Ha!” You ducked under his attack and sprung forward, Casper’s hair tickling at your face as you came nose to nose with him. Startled, Casper had no time to react as you slammed the end of your scythe’s staff into his chest.

Before he knew it, Casper’s back was against the ground, your boot on his chest, and your scythe at his neck.

Your breaths were heavy as you looked down on him, but your eyes glowed with triumphant victory. The fight may have been more exhausting than you’d like to admit, but the view you had was well worth the effort.

Beneath you, Casper struggled to catch his own breath, his chest heaving under the soles of your foot. His white hair splayed around him like a halo, and his face was tickled pink from the fight.

Even in defeat, he was beautiful.

You leaned forward, putting your weight on your knee. Casper grunted as you pressed harder on him. Just for the fun of it, you pressed your scythe’s blade against his chin and guided him to look up at you and your grin.

“I win,” you sang mockingly.

Casper groaned, letting his head fall against the floor. You laughed heartily, stepping off of him and instead extending your hand to him. Without a second thought, Casper took it, allowing you to pull him to his feet and dust him off.

“That’s what, victory number twenty-one?” you asked, stretching. “That means I’m in the lead now, Casp.”

“Whatever,” Casper scoffed, dusting off his chest where your foot had been. “I’m sure the score will even out in no time.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you squinted at him. Casper stuck his tongue out at you.

“I don’t know, what does it mean?”

You hit his chest playfully. Casper grunted, glaring at you from the corner of his eye.

That’s how it had always been, after all. You and Casper would go back and forth in this tantalizing dance, exchanging jabs and jokes at the same time.

To Casper, you were insufferable, but annoyingly capable. To you, Casper was way too serious and stuck up, yet had that charm about him that made you want to tease him at every possible opportunity.

But for many, many years, your relationship never went further than mere friends - if Casper even wanted to call you that.

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The day Casper’s view of you changed was like a stormy sky - dark, yet light still managed to peek through.

You’d come back to headquarters with a solemn look upon your face. For someone who had just come back from a mission, you were oddly… clean. There wasn’t a trace of blood on your clothes, yet your eyes were dark, haunted. Even your scythe’s shine seemed dull.

For the reapers, to have someone normally so loud and full of life be reduced to this, was frightening. They’d grown used to your smile, your voice, your light. You parted crowds with your uncharacteristically serious aura; if there was anything a sensible reaper feared, it was the wrath of a joyous soul.

Immediately after turning in your report to headquarters, you disappeared from the public eye.

When Casper first heard the news, he had brushed it off. You were probably just having a bad day, he tried to assure himself. Maybe you’d finally realized the grimness that came with your profession. Maybe the soul you’d reaped was especially troublesome and gave you a run for your money.

Despite his attempts to make up explanations for your behavior, he couldn’t stop the worry from gnawing at his heart. It twisted in his chest like soul sickness, an ailment that he wasn’t used to nor did he understand. It even followed him into his work, plaguing his mind and distracting him as he reaped soul after soul.

He’d made haste to return home, knowing that this illness would only worsen if he stayed out.

The Underworld was always dark, but that day, the sky was pitch black. Eager to return to the comfort of his bed, he quickly made his way to one of the many apartment complexes in which reapers resided.

However, just before he opened the door to his room, his hand stilled at the sound of crying.

Now, sadness wasn’t an uncommon emotion in the Underworld. Ghosts, sinners, and demons alike wailed and screamed their woes into the night. Their cries were as common as the sound of rushing cars in a human city.

But not for reapers, especially in their home. Reapers, at their core, were cold, emotionless, and ruthless - they needed to be, in order to do their jobs properly. A reaper’s tears were rare, almost taboo.

The more Casper listened, he soon recognized a familiar voice among those sniffles: yours.

Could it be? He looked up to the rooftop, his hand wavering. His soul pulsed in his chest, warning him to ignore you and focus on himself. But his heart argued back.

Casper glanced once more at the doorknob to his room. Cursing himself, he heaved a sigh and walked away - moving towards the staircase leading to the rooftop.

As he emerged onto the rooftop, the first thing he noticed was how clear the sky was. Its crimson blanket was more like that of a rose’s rather than bloodstains, and if he squinted, he could perhaps delude himself into seeing a few stars.

Then came you.

Casper’s heart plummeted in his chest when he saw your form curled into itself. You sat at the edge of the rooftop, your knees pulled up to your chest and your face buried in your arms. Your back was to him, but Casper saw the way your shoulders trembled.

He tried to take a step towards you, tried to reach to you with his hand, but hesitated. What would he even say? What could he say? What could he do?

His thoughts halted when you took a deep, shuddered breath, your voice raw from cry.

“What do you want, Casper.”

Casper. Not Casp, not boo, not any of the annoying nicknames that you called him by.

“I…”

He stepped back, feeling fear for perhaps the first time in his life. For the first time, he was unsure of what to do.

You couldn’t see him, but you heard him walk away and descend the staircase. You laughed hollowly, wiping at your face with your hand.

“What was I even expecting…” you muttered bitterly, gripping at your own arms for support. “Why would he of all people…”

You shut your eyes tighter. Without the company of the sky and the city, you were left alone with your thoughts. Memories of what you had witnessed laughed in your mind, latching onto you like a parasite and refusing to let go.

You were never afraid of blood, nor of death, but today, just the thought of it made you nauseous.

Something soft nudged at your elbow. Blinking your eyes open, you warily looked to your side.

However, instead of seeing a person, you came face to face with a bright pink axolotl plushie.

You and the plushie stared at each other for a good minute, neither of you knowing what to make of the other. It wasn’t until you heard a familiar, exasperated sigh from behind the plushie that you realized what it was.

“Don’t just stare at him,” Casper mumbled, pushing the plushie against you. You blinked owlishly, before hesitantly taking the plushie into your arms.

Hugging it against your chest, you rested your chin on top of its head. The plushie was oddly warm, yet comforting. Casper sat beside you, silent and gazing up towards the sky. For a while, the two of you simply sat in this silence, with the only thing breaking it being your quiet sniffles.

“...She was just a kid,” you finally spoke, catching Casper’s attention and making him look at you. You, however, kept your gaze straight ahead to the city lines, refusing to meet his gaze. “She was just a little girl, and yet they… they…”

You hugged the plushie a little tighter.

“I just can’t understand how humans can be so cruel to each other.”

Casper’s gaze turned downcast. “That’s how they’ve always been. Life is cruel, even to the purest of souls.”

“It’s not fair.”

“Hardly anything is.”

“It shouldn’t have been her. It should’ve been that bastard that murdered her.”

“He’ll get what he deserves. Karma will catch up to him.”

“But what if it doesn’t? What if he gets let off?”

“He won’t.”

Unexpectedly, you let out a snort at Casper’s deadpanned voice - so assured and serious. Casper raised a brow, looking at you inquisitively.

“You know,” you said, raising your head. “You’re somehow really bad and really good at comforting people.”

“What?” Casper wrinkled his nose. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” you said softly. “I didn’t mean it as an insult. Actually, that’s one of the things I like about you.”

“That I’m apparently a bad comforter?”

“No, silly.” You leaned your head on the plushie again, only this time you were looking at your coworker. “Your seriousness. How you’re always so confident in yourself. How even if you don’t know what you’re doing, you still try.”

Red bloomed across Casper’s face like a flowering blossom, reaching from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. He rubbed the back of his neck, averting his gaze.

“It’s not fair when you start saying things like that,” he mumbled. You giggled a little, leaning onto his shoulder with his plushie still in your arms.

“I’m just being honest,” you hummed. “Or maybe I’m coping. I dunno.”

Casper chuckled, but made no move to push you off him. You closed your eyes. The turmoil in your heart was still there, of course, but with Casper against you, it eased up just a little.

“Seriously though, thank you,” you said. “For coming up here for me and, well, everything.”

“It was nothing,” Casper replied. “You were looking pretty pathetic, all depressed and all.”

You huffed. “Just admit you care about me, Casp. Is that so hard?”

Casper grumbled something unintelligible, before lifting his arm. You squeaked as he wrapped it around your shoulders, pulling you closer against him. With your head laid against his collarbone, you could feel every breath he took as well as the rapid beat of his heart.

“[Name],” he said quietly. “Remember the favor you promised me? For winning the race?”

“Mm… yeah. What about it?”

“I’d like to cash it in right now.”

“Oh lord,” you chuckled. “Alright, what do you want?”

“Whatever happens next, don’t tell anyone,” Casper whispered.

Your lips curled into a smile. “You know, Casp, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you were about to do something weird.”

You couldn’t see him, but you knew he was rolling his eyes.

“Be quiet for a moment, will you?”

You grinned. “Ah, but that’s two favors, not-”

Casper shut you up with a soft kiss to your head. It was brief, so quick that for a second you almost thought you had dreamed it.

In your stunned silence, Casper spoke again.

“Forgive me if I’m being greedy, but I’ll ask for a third favor,” he said. “No matter what happens, promise me you won’t deal with it by yourself.”

His grip around you tightened.

“Please.”

You nuzzled closer into the crook of his neck.

“...I promise.”

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captainfern · 11 months

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REQUESTS OPEN ?!?!?!? PLEEEEASE ,MAY I ????

May i request a piece for our boi Casper ( Ghost ) 🥹🥹? Something along the idea of : mutual pining with reader being an absolute sweetheart to Ghost (and everyone else but mostly Casper) BUT it starts with Ghost trying to make reader go away by being a dick to them to avoid dealing with the feelings, reader gets hurt and upset and then turn into the most cold stone souless person every seen by mankind and ofcourse Ghost is mad and trying to fix it but how to do that when nothing works .... Confess \o/

Can be nsfw if you want it to be, I can bet on anything that no one will mind :3

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Orion

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader

[“Orion” by Metallica]

[18+]

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• summary - a bit of grumpy x sunshine. grumpy fucks it up and really, really wants to apologise lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 5k • warnings - fem!reader, grumpy!ghost at the start but that doesn't last long lol, porn with a sprinkle of plot, a bit of subby!ghost [he begs— you're fucking welcome whores 🙏], oral [f!receiving], unprotected piv, mutual masturbation, orgasm denial?, ok it's not "a bit" of sub!ghost it's a lot of sub!ghost, he whines and whimpers in this btw, praise, begging, good lord this is self-indulgent, strong language

thank you anon !! i've changed it a little, just because i don't think ghost would be a complete dick, just a grumpy and if he does act like a dick, he doesn't mean it fr <3 but i hope you like it anyway !!

and hehe yes i made it nsfw i can't resist i mean look at that man

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He was hopelessly in love with you.

And it fucking pissed him off.

How could he not be? You flounced around base, smiling and giggling at god knows what. You cooked for the task force, helped clean, kept them company in the rec-room, all with a dazzling smile plastered on your face.

You were kind and respectful, too. Always did what Price told you, like a good little rookie. Always listened to Soap's advice, improving your shooting techniques. Always understood Gaz's signals, knowing exactly what he was thinking, and what he wanted you to do. And always, always being so good for your lieutenant.

You waited on tenterhooks at every word that came from Ghost's mouth. He watched the way you listened to him, your full attention on him. Sparkling eyes watching his next move, ears in tune to the slight huff and puff of his brewing anger. It seemed you knew how to deal with his emotions better than he did.

And it pissed him off.

You never seemed to get angry with him, frustrated or upset. No matter how many times he raised his voice, reprimanded you for doing something utterly moronic. You just nodded, apologised calmly, smiled and walked away, leaving him smouldering inside his own grievances.

"What the fuck are you doing, rookie? You're in the fucking way."

"Sorry, Lieutenant!" You chirped, bounding away.

And that wasn't the only way you put up with him.

Some days were hard for Ghost, dealing with everything going on inside his head. He struggled to admit it, too. So when he found himself in the barracks kitchen at three in the morning, frustration bubbling inside him, he threw the jar he had struggled— and failed to open— at the wall. It burst, shattering into a million tiny pieces, sprinkling across the floor like shards of crystal. The contents— strawberry jam, if he remembered correctly— slugged down the wall, a vibrant red trail smearing against the paint.

You entered, maybe awoken by the shattering of glass, finding Ghost heaving silently in the kitchen, chest moving at a million miles per hour as his heart raced.

You stretched a hand in his direction. "Are you—?"

"Don't." Ghost hissed.

You retreated.

"Do you need—?"

"Didn't I fucking say don't?" Ghost snapped, eyes flashing.

He knew that was harsh. Saw it in the way your bottom lip trembled every so slightly, and your sparkling eyes dimmed in the low light of the kitchen. But, you didn't give up. Of course you fucking didn't.

He watched you silently as you grabbed the broom from the edge of the room, and began sweeping up the glass. He continued to watch as you scooped up the shards of glass, every last glittering fragment, and toss them into the bin. You even cleaned the large smear of jam off the wall, humming quietly to yourself as you did.

Ghost just watched.

Once you were done, you turned to him, offering a sympathetic smile. Then, you walked to the refrigerator and plucked another jar of jam from the door. You offered it to him, still smiling.

"This one's raspberry. Not strawberry, unfortunately, but I think it tastes better, anyway." Maybe you were just trying to make him feel better. If you did, it worked. Spitefully well, too.

He took it from you. He didn't thank you, though, just turned away with a muffled sigh. You continued to look at him, a soft smile still on your lips.

He wondered if you were expecting a thank you. Probably. So when he went to open his mouth, when he went to mutter out a thank you, he turned, and you were gone, shuffling out of the kitchen, still humming to yourself.

A week later, Ghost was still intent on denying whatever it was he felt for you.

The five of you on a day off, relaxing around the rec-room. You played pool with Gaz, laughing. Melodic. You looked so carefree, so effortlessly beautiful, and it made Ghost's cheeks heat up beneath his mask. Fucking hell.

You were quite handsy with the sergeant, too, Ghost noticed. Hugging and touching, arms around his waist, fingers trailing his arms. Ghost watched from across the room, seething silently. Gaz made you laugh again. Again and again and the sound of your laughter was making the grip Ghost had on his glass almost earth-shattering. All white-knuckle and pure jealously. Not like he admitted that to himself, though.

You eventually turned your pretty face towards Ghost, lips curved.

"Fancy a game, L.T?" You battered your eyelashes, biting your lower lip briefly. Or was that in Ghost's head?

"Pass." Ghost forced himself to grunt, heat blooming in his chest.

You pouted. "Aw, come on, Ghost—!"

"Pass." Ghost repeated, cutting you off with his deep baritone.

You closed your mouth, but still his grumpiness didn't deter you. You shrugged to yourself, turning back to Gaz with that signature smile of yours.

"Another round then, Garrick?"

"You're on."

A few days after that, Ghost was reaching his breaking point.

He was trying everything in his right mind to keep you away from him. To stop you from being such a goddamn angel, doting on his every doing. He wanted you to see who he really was, who he felt like he really was.

You were particularly happy this day. Seemingly bouncing around the barracks, the pure essence of you permeating the entire space— burning white, tooth-rotting sweetness, smelling of everything that Ghost loved. Loved about you. Fuck, he was mad.

You circled the room, hugging each of your comrades. You hugged Price like the father-figure he was. Short and sweet, but warm and comforting. You had your head to his chest, mumbling something that made Price smile, eyes squinting.

Then you hugged Soap. The bastard swept you off your feet, making you giggle. He said something to you that had you snorting out a bemused laugh, smacking him lightly on the chest when he put you down. He pat you gently on the head before you were sprinting to Gaz.

The way your face lit up made Ghost's heart clench.

You practically threw yourself into Gaz's arms, your arms around his shoulders as his circled your waist. He pressed you close— too close for Ghost's liking— rocking you gently as you thanked him. For what? What the hell were you thanking him for?

After what seemed like an eternity of Ghost burning daggers into you and the sergeant, you broke away, and began to approach Ghost. He froze in place, back to the kitchen counter. What were you doing? Approaching him looking so happy and perfect?

He acted out. On instinct.

You opened your arms, and he skulked away.

"Don't you dare," he grumbled, backing away. "I am not in the mood for whatever it is you're doing today, rookie."

Your smile faltered. A millisecond. "But, Ghost—?"

"Seriously, rookie," Ghost said sternly. "What's got you acting like this at eight in the morning?"

At that very moment, he felt his heart break into thousands of pieces.

Your smile dropped.

The glimmer in your eyes faded.

Without a word, you left the room, and Gaz hurried after you. Ghost followed your departing form with curious eyes. Then, he turned to Price and Soap, who were looking at him in dissapointment.

"What?" He gritted, jaw ticking.

"You're a fool, L.T. A real fool." Soap shook his head slowly.

Ghost huffed. "What d'you mean?"

"You're always acting like a complete dick to her," Soap continued. "Even on her birthday."

Ghost's heart leapt into his throat, stomach twisting, making him nauseous.

"Her... birthday?" Ghost tried not to let the waver in his voice sound through.

Soap nodded. "Yeah. S'why she's in such a good mood. Gaz got her something nice, I think—"

"What Soap's trying to say is that you, being a stubborn prick, has made her special day... not so special." Price added, digging a cigar and a lighter from his pocket. He left the room, heading outside, offering no more words, making Ghost's nervousness swell.

He turned to Soap, desperation clawing his insides. "What should I—?"

"Go and apologise, ya fuckhead." Soap beat him to it.

Wordlessly, Ghost left, hurrying towards your bedroom. When he got there, Gaz was just leaving, and the sergeant gave the lieutenant a stern look.

Ghost was almost breathless. "I need—"

"No, you don't, Ghost," Gaz said softly. "You've done enough."

"But—?"

"Seriously, Ghost, just leave," Gaz continued. "You're always so grumpy towards her, anyway. Just leave it."

He pushed past Ghost. Ghost stood outside your door, the urge to open it almost overwhelming. But he didn't. Hands in fists, nails digging into his palms, he walked away.

He needed to hit something.

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You successfully avoided him for a week. He commended you internally for your ability to avoid him like the fucking plague. But, he hated it. He hated the way he made you feel, and he hated the way you were making him feel. His emotions were all over the place, and he desperately needed to get them in check.

So, he came to a conclusion.

He needed to apologise.

Well, he had been trying to. You weren't having any of it. He respected that.

But now, he was inching past his ability to remain respectful. Each time your smile faded when he entered the room; each time you ignored a simple favour or request of his; each time you wrapped yourself into Gaz's arms after a long, strenuous mission.

That sent him over the edge.

It was a stormy night, complete with heavy rain and the distant roll of thunder, when Ghost idled outside your bedroom door. He was a war-machine, a killer— but he was desperately working himself up to knock on your door. He was nervous.

So when he did finally knock, his heartrate was elevated.

You opened the door a crack, peering into the shadowed hallway. Ghost saw your eyes flicker across his body; how rich they were in emotion. He rushed forward and quickly jammed his foot in the door, noticing you begin to push it closed.

"What do you want?" You hissed, so devoid of your usual sunshine.

"Can... can I talk to you?"

A moment passed. Then, you opened the door, and let him inside.

Your room was exactly how Ghost had imagined it. Just like you. Warm, cozy, sweet-smelling. It was dripping in everything that was you. Ghost inhaled deeply, watching as you plonked yourself down on the edge of your bed, body illuminated by the soft golden light of your lamp.

You crossed your arms over your chest. "Well?"

Ghost just released it all. Everything he wanted to tell you, he did. He apologised profusely, again and again. He admitted to being a complete dickhead, and then apologised for that. He thanked you for putting up with him, for listening to him, for understanding him so well. And at the end of it all, he confessed.

"I'm in love with you."

You gaped at him.

"Always have been."

You were at a loss for words.

But Ghost wasn't. For the first time in a long time, he wasn't.

"I love you, rookie. I really do."

You blinked at him, then slowly got to your feet. He watched you, heart slamming against his ribcage, cheeks stinging hot beneath the fabric of his balaclava. He watched as you neared, lifting your hands to cup his face over the material.

"Prove it."

Ghost swallowed, throat dry all of a sudden. "What?"

"Prove how much you love me." You whispered, biting your lower lip.

This time, Ghost knew the action wasn't just in his head.

Because when he pressed closer to you, placing his gloved hands on your waist, he saw you release your bottom lip and curl your mouth into a smile. The smile he loved.

"I'm sorry, for everything." Ghost whispered as he backed you towards your bed.

"I know," you said, sitting on your bed and hooking your legs around his waist, pulling him down on top of you. "So show me."

Ghost couldn't help himself. Even with the mask still on, he slammed his mouth onto yours. He expected some kind of protest as he parted his lips, tongue pressing to the smooth fabric, heat and moisture smothering yours. But you didn't— you sighed outwardly, becoming pliant as you moved your own lips, revelling in the solid heat of his tongue against your own through the fabric.

He let out a low sound, a mix between a grunt and a whine, as he pressed himself closer to you. He was slowly getting frustrated by the material barrier as he kissed you. He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to the lower part of his mask. It snapped, and made Ghost's breath hitch.

It's like you could read his mind as you looked into his eyes.

"You wanna take it off?" You asked, fingers at his neck, where the end of the balaclava sat snugly near the base. Your fingers squeezed gently, and he exhaled loudly.

He whined, hushed, from the back of his throat. "Yeah..."

"Yeah?" You grinned, gently rolling the mask upwards. It cleared his neck, then over his jaw, exposing his mouth and nose, before finally being ripped from his head entirely, leaving him exposed to you.

He usually would have felt nervous. Self-conscious, definitely. But not tonight. Not when, as a clap of thunder sounded outside, you moaned at the sight of him, and yanked his face back towards your own. It made his cock harden, painful in his cargos, as your mouths interlocked again. Your tongue swept into his first, and he let out another low noise, your fingers tugging at the roots of his hair.

Ghost shifted you both, making sure your head touched your pillows, resting comfortably. Still kissing, his hands explored down your body, skimming your sides, your thighs. Your hands tightened in his hair when one of his hands drifted inwards, brushing your upper inner thigh. He panted as you pulled him away from you, blond locks clutched in your fist. He looked down at you, eyes and lips just as glossy as each other, cheeks pink.

"You still want to apologise?" You asked, other hand drawing around his face and cupping his jaw.

He nodded, slightly, not doing much in your grip.

"Good," you hummed, pleased. "Get on the floor."

He did as he was told. Straight a-fucking-way. Now kneeling on the floor beside your bed, you sat on the edge. Slowly, ever so slowly, you pulled down your pyjama pants. Ghost watched you, completely rapt, as your fingers worked your underwear down your legs.

"Fucking hell..." He whispered as you kicked your underwear away.

You put your backside onto the edge of your bed, beckoning him closer. He shuffled further, and you placed your legs across his shoulders as his hands snaked up to grab at your thighs. Your core was bare to him under the golden lamplight, practically glistening. He withheld a moan as he leaned forward, attempting to put his mouth on you. But, you stopped him— clamping your thighs on either side of his head.

This time, he did let his moan out, high and breathy as he looked up at you through long, blond lashes, head encased between the plush of your thighs.

You looked down at him, tutting. "What do you want?"

He blinked at you, eyes narrowing slightly.

You flexed the muscles of your legs, tightening the weight of your thighs against his ears and cheeks. He grunted, closing his eyes.

"Well?" You prompted. "Tell me, Si."

Maybe it was the use of the nickname, of his real name. Maybe it was the heat of your flesh searing the sides of his head. Maybe it was the way his erection was growing impossibly hard inside his pants. Whatever it was made Ghost whimper. Fucking whimper.

Embarrassment, red hot, flared across his face.

"Want to taste you," he whispered, face burning. "Please."

"This is how you wanna apologise?" You teased, bringing a hand down to his head, massaging his scalp. "Wanna make me cum on your tongue?"

He tried his best to reply, groaning deep from his chest, hands kneading the flesh of your thighs. "Please, baby, please."

You chuckled, releasing the tension in your legs. "Only because you asked so nicely."

Ghost was elated. He practically surged forward, licking a fat stripe up your slit. You mewled, hands clinging to his hair, as he ran his tongue up and down your folds. He repeated his actions, before dragging his tongue downwards, circling your dripping hole. Nose nudging your clit, his tongue delved inside you, making you shudder.

He was in heaven. The small, breathy noises you were making; the way you gripped and pulled at his slightly grown-out hair; the taste of your arousal that was leaking out of you. His cock jumped with each stroke of his tongue, his own arousal building with each subtle sound he elicited from your pretty mouth. His large, gloved hands massaged your thighs, groping the soft flesh. He enjoyed the warmth near the sides of his head.

"Feels good, Si." You breathed, and Ghost's cock jumped again.

He groaned into you, vibrations sending your mind spiralling. Heat was building in the base of your tummy as his nose continually nudged against your swollen clit. Ghost was grunting and groaning quietly into your sopping cunt, lapping up every bit of arousal he could. Pearls of it slipped past his lips, rolling down his chin, iridescent in the light. He didn't care. Of course he didn't. He was fucking loving it.

You moaned again when Ghost quickly moved his tongue in a zig-zag motion up your slit, before sucking your clit into his mouth, front teeth grazing it gently. Your hips bucked, urging him closer.

"Si, oh my god— ha, fuck— feels so good," you keened, pleasure unfurling inside you. "Fuck, doing so good, Si. Such a good boy—"

Ghost short-circuited as you came in his mouth. He dipped his head to stuff his tongue back into your hole just in time, catching your release in his mouth. But your breathy words, good boy, echoed around his skull and made him whine, impossibly loud, into your cunt. He felt his stomach pang, balls tightening, before he fucking came in his pants, whispering your name into your fluttering hole.

His face grew hotter than it already was when he pulled away from you, dragging his right cheek across your inner thigh, light stubble tickling you. You breathed deeply above him, watching with hooded eyes as he placed a line of gentle kisses from your bikini line to your knee.

You massaged his scalp, and his eyes fluttered.

He was wondering if you noticed that he—

You released a breathy laugh, and his eyes snapped open, immediately finding yours. You tugged your legs away, planting them on the floor. Ghost continued to kneel in front of you.

"Aww, my poor baby," you muttered, and it would've been patronising if Ghost wasn't so whipped right now. "D'you cum already?"

He grit his teeth. "Don't—"

"S'okay, Si, it's okay," you smiled, patting his burning cheek. "I understand. I tasted that good, huh?"

You laughed again, another roll of thunder cracking outside. Ghost nodded, ashamed almost, but not regretful. He'd die a happy man if he could spend even another second in your wet cunt.

"Come on then," you said suddenly, scooting back onto your bed. "Since you're so desperate, right?"

He looked at you and then slowly got to his feet, legs trembling slightly.

You leaned against your pillow— looking like an absolute angel— spreading your legs as you wiggled your bra off, exposing your tits. Ghost's cock grew again, sticky with his own spend. You dragged your hands over your tits, tweaking your nipples while Ghost clambered onto the bed, kneeling between your legs. He was still fully dressed.

Not for long, clearly.

"Clothes." You said simply, and he obeyed.

Your hands dragged down your body, skirting across your stomach as Ghost pulled his gloves and shirt off, his trousers following. He huffed, pulling his underwear off and dumping them on the floor, ignoring the obvious that was splattered inside. Now bare, he kneeled back between your legs, a hand settling on one of your ankles, the other gripping the base of his cock.

Your hands dipped between your legs, and he let out a gravelly whine as you pushed two fingers into your wet cunt, the other hand moving a finger to your puffy clit. He was salivating.

"You know, I've liked you for a long time, Si," you said, voice a bit whiny. Ghost licked his lips. You continued, voice a whisper. "Mm... 's how I touched myself thinking about you."

You demonstrated perfectly; two fingers knuckle deep in your hole, another pressing tight circles to your clit. You mewled his name.

"Oh, fuck." Ghost whispered, hips and cock bucking into his fist. Just once. The look you gave him made him pause. All fucked out, blissful, in complete and utter control.

"Mhm, yeah— my grumpy lieutenant, always telling me what to do. Always so rough with me," you crooned as you fucked yourself with your fingers, Ghost's eyes burning into you as he lazily stroked himself. "S'just... that's not you, is it, Si? You don't wanna be rough with me, do you? You just wanna be my good boy, I know."

Ghost whined, releasing his cock and crawling up to you. He grabbed your hands, pulling them away from your cunt, much to your amusement.

"Fucking Christ, don't say that—" Ghost hissed as he brought your hand to his face, drawing your two fingers into his mouth and sucking your arousal clean off.

You smiled. "What? Considering you came in your boxers untouched, I'd say you like being called that."

Ghost groaned, fingers leaving his mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva followed, and it broke when he chased past your hand, pressing his mouth to yours. You kissed, hot and heavy, for a minute, the rain hammering the roof outside. You moved a hand down, skating down his abs, before gripping his cock.

"Hah—" He breathed, gasping into your mouth as you pumped him, fingers wet with his saliva.

You kissed him still: sloppily, as you jerked him off. He barely responded, lips pliant against yours, eyes closed as the pleasure of your hand around his cock sent him into a daze. You licked into his mouth, his tongue struggling to meet yours, as you pumped him faster and faster until you could feel him twitching in your hand.

"Mmm... gonna..." Ghost murmured, drunk, against your mouth.

You pulled your hand away.

"Ah— fuck no," Ghost swallowed a frustrated moan, voice muted as you pushed his head away.

You licked your lips as you looked at him. He could've cum from that sight alone.

"You want to make it up to me, right?" You asked.

He nodded, cheeks red.

You leaned in close, pressing a kiss to the curve of his jaw. "Then fuck me."

Ghost's mouth dropped open in a short lived moan before you were kissing him. Kissing him so hard it made him dizzy; high off the sweet taste of you.

Meanwhile, he was clumsily aligning his cock with your wet cunt, his tip reddened and leaking pre, rolling in rivulets down the sides of his rigid cock. The head notched your entrance, and you released a shaky breath. He pulled out of the kiss.

"You... alright?" He asked, sounding more than a little breathless.

You nodded. "Mmmfuck, yeah."

"You sure?" He asked, the head of his cock sitting heavy at your entrance.

You looked him directly in the eyes, and he released a low sound, bending to kiss you again.

"Please," you said into the kiss. "Need you to fuck me, Si."

"Okay," he murmured, dragging his lips along your jaw. "Okay, okay, fuck, okay—"

He eased his cock into you as he mumbled incoherently, cursing. You were so wet, so warm, so fucking tight. He nipped at your neck, distracting himself so he didn't cum straight away because he did not need that kind of embarrassment haunting him for the rest of his life. Your arms curled around his broad shoulders, fingers flexing along the rigid plains of his muscles, tips brushing each smooth scar.

"That's it, Si, that's it," you told him, lips to the shell of his ear. "Feels good— so full."

He whimpered into your neck, face and body hot as his cock sunk further into you. His hips slapped to yours as he finally bottomed out, just as he moved himself out of your neck so that he could look down at you. As usual, you looked absolutely stunning; eyes glazed, kiss-bitten lips parted.

He couldn't help himself.

"You're beautiful," he said as he pulled his cock all the way out, before slamming back into you. "So beautiful... so pretty... such a pretty girl."

You hummed a moan past the smile spreading on your lips, Ghost finding a pace and rhythm as he bullied his cock into your wet heat over and over again, heavy balls slapping the curve of your arse as you were jolted against your mattress.

Ghost's hands were all over your body, as if he was committing it to memory. Running up and down your sides, groping along your tits, fingers dancing across your throat. Large hands moved to your thighs, massaging the plush flesh. Gently, he grasped the backs of your knees and slowly pushed your legs upwards, towards your chest. You smiled lazily at him as, still drilling his cock into you, he tucked your legs to your chest, pressing his body impossibly closer.

You tossed your head back, moaning loudly at the new angle. His warm hands on your legs, the heat of his hard body against yours, his fat cock stuffing you full. The sounds he was making. You were incased in pure ecstasy.

Ghost was a whimpering, whining mess above you. The big boy with the skull-face, so dangerous and imposing and deadly, reduced to such a sensitive, desperate being.

He was still whispering things under his breath, eyes periodically closing each time your cunt pulsed around him.

"S-such a pretty girl, my pretty girl," he uttered before a keening moan. "Hah—fuck— mmm—my god."

Already, you noticed the shift in his pace and thrusts; growing sloppier, yet he still nailed that spongey spot inside you that made you dig your nails harder into his back, stretching you tighter.

"Feels good, Si?" You prompted as he flopped his head back into the crook of your neck, hulking figure still pinning your legs to your chest, his hands heavy on your thighs.

"So good," he whispered into your neck. "So good, baby, fuck— 'm not gonna last."

You arched closer into him as the head of his cock kissed your womb. You could feel him in your stomach, and clearly, so could Ghost. He moved backwards, out of your neck, parting your bent legs. He could see the imprint of his cock deep inside you, a small bump in the soft mound of your tummy. He groaned deeply, pressing a hand to it. Then, you both moaned in unison, before he was snapping your legs back against your chest and spearing his cock inside you with newfound vigour.

"Gonna cum Si." You told him, pressing kisses along his face.

"Yeah?" He caught your lips, licking into your mouth for a second. "Yeah, come on then, baby, please."

A thick jumble of come on baby, come on's left his mouth, followed by almost pitiful please's.

You came around his cock as the rain hit the roof, a flash of lightening appearing behind the curtains of your window.

"Simon—!" You gasped.

Your sounds, your smell, your everything was making Ghost go fucking insane. Your cunt squeezed him as you came, your arousal amplifying and slicking each of his desperate movements. His cock sunk in and out of you with wet faps as he barrelled towards his orgasm.

"Hah... hah... fuck— m'gonna— hngh fuck— w-where do you want me?"

He was still so deep inside you. How could you say anything else but; "Inside, please, Si."

"Ah, t-thank fuck—" Ghost muttered, making you smile up at the ceiling, eyes blinking slowly.

His whole body was burning up as his orgasm crashed over him. He thrusted once, twice, getting as deep as he could, as he came inside you. He moaned, stifling it in your neck, rutting himself against you as you were filled with rope after rope of warmth.

"Good boy, Si, so good..." You murmured as he fucked his cum into you, broad figure shuddering as he caught his breath, your fingers raking down his back.

"Fucking hell..." He whispered.

His movements stopped, and the both of you took a moment to catch your breaths. You were still pressed tight to one another, his cock stuffed inside you, barely beginning to soften.

You ran your hands down his back as he released your legs, allowing you to flop them against your bed as he settled on top of you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his nose along the curve of your shoulder and neck, nosing the junction of your jaw below your ear. He placed a kiss to the soft skin.

You both listened to the heavy rain loud against the roof.

"You alright?" You asked, running your fingers through his overgrown military-grade cut. I guess the mask meant he didn't have to get a haircut as often.

He hummed sleepily against you. "Yeah, love."

A beat passed, then; "You alright?"

You smiled. "I'm good. Really good."

He kissed the spot below your ear again. "Good."

Comfortable silence again. Ghost felt as though he was on cloud nine— curled up with you, satiated and happy, his cock still deep inside your cunt, which was now slowly overflowing with his cum, leaking onto the bed. He pressed his nose to the pulse-point near your ear. You smelled so good.

And to top it all off—

"I love you, Si."

He felt his heart explode.

He hugged you tighter. "I love you too."

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would ghost ever do this "irl"? absolutely not. is this fictional and am i delusional? one hundred percent.

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