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uhdrienne · 2 days

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08. rumour mill

🌼warnings: wonwoo is sick, you almost burn down the house!

🌼 word count: ~2k

Wonwoo

The story has changed. Now it's a tale about how he's been in love with you for a while and that you got together after the car accident.

Miss Hwang and all the members of the chat group have spiraled the rumours out of control, and he feels... awkward, to say the least. The villagers don't whisper very conspicuously when you walk past, and sometimes when you see him going about town on his part-time jobs, fixing people's sinks and building them new shelves, you say hi and end it there to stop the rumour mill.

Wonwoo knows it too, because he's now decided to keep his chats slightly shorter before excusing himself. Which is why he's currently standing outside Grandma Lee's house quietly, watching as Park Chanyeol chats you up.

"This house is gorgeous," He hears Chanyeol enthuse. "The traditional feel, you know -- and with that yard! Nostalgic, and it would look insane on the show thumbnail--"

As Chanyeol yaps on about the 180-degree rule and the height of the boom mics he plans to use, Wonwoo stifles a yawn behind his palm. Not understanding any bit of film lingo is so boring, and he doesn't know how you haven't already dozed off. Well, perks of the very person being your longtime crush, he supposes.

Actually he's not sure why he thought of that.

Anyway, he skips over that part, he has work to do. He's promised to get a tarp for Chanyeol, set up accommodation, and ensure the film crew doesn't end up homeless for the next few weeks.

He walks off, but he glances back.

Park Chanyeol really is very noisy.

Wonwoo

Okay, this is getting a little ridiculous.

Delia hasn't seen much of you after work. Seungkwan and Joshua haven't seen you either, except at the weekend cleaning when you're on sweeping duty, and sometimes at village meetings when you ask them if the apples you bought are of good enough quality. He watches as Joshua explains how to tell the difference between good apples and mediocre ones.

He hasn't seen you much either. He hasn't seen you come into the coffee shop for your daily coffee run on the way to the clinic, or walking around with Delia near the lighthouse that he knows you sometimes do around 9pm.

If he wanted to guess (which he doesn't, honestly), you were probably at the team dinners which Chanyeol is apparently very generous with, or with the producer himself, hanging out at a streetside stall or something. Which is ridiculous, because with the amount you could drink, he knew you were probably not one to turn down a party when you weren't being stiff and awkward.

Which was also ridiculous in itself, because--

Wonwoo stops himself. Everything about you is ridiculous. Everything he's feeling and thinking is absolutely bat-shit crazy.

Wonwoo's never been a crazy person. He's always been perfectly rational and cheerful, a nothing-can-get-me-down kind of guy.

He is.

That night, he makes sure to completely fill up his days ahead. Back to back. And no going to the clinic.

You

"Ah, I forgot my umbrella is with Delia," You mutter as the first heavy drops of the storm start to pelt down. "I just ordered this top -- agh---"

You decide to just make a run for it when the redness of the night sky indicates that the rain won't stop anytime soon. At least, you aren't driving this time around.

"Wait! Y/N!"

"Chanyeol?"

"What're you doing out -- you hate the rain. Get under here."

"Uh... thanks! It's late, shouldn't you get ready for filming in a couple days?"

"Last-minute checks on Grandma's house to make sure all's good." He grins. "But it's good that the weather is cooling a bit. Easier for us to film."

He shelters you with the umbrella as he takes you to your door.

"Oh, you're back -- hey, Producer." Wonwoo's leaning against the wall near your door, with no umbrella, and water starting to drip off his backpack.

"Chief Jeon!" You call over the sound of the rain as you near him. "Get under here, you told me you're more prone to colds --"

"It's okay," Wonwoo refuses, his face changing a little bit as he looks at you two. "I just wanted to drop this off." He ducks his head under the umbrella and hands you a brown paper bag which you accept, absolutely bewildered.

"What's this?"

"Fruits!" He has to raise his voice to be heard over the rain now. "Grandma Lee said to pass you some clementines since she said you liked them during the village meeting."

"Oh!" You lean in to take a look, but look up to shoot him a stern gaze. "Why'd you stay in the rain? You'll fall sick."

He snickers. "It's just a little rain. I have to patrol the roads up ahead to make sure all's good anyway. The rain here gets bad, and we can't have any more accidents happening."

"Wait!" Chanyeol calls as Wonwoo makes to leave. "I can go with you, we can share the umbrella. Don't fall sick trying to work so hard, Chief. Y/N, can you go on in--"

"Yeah, of course, don't worry about me -- Wonwoo, go with him, you'll be sheltered at least--"

"Hey," Wonwoo interjects, a half-smile appearing on his face. "Thanks for asking. I'll be fine, really. Producer, get Miss Doctor safely in the house, okay?" He raises his hand in farewell and darts off before you can say anything else.

"Chief Jeon--"

You look up the way he's going, a frown on your face.

"Happy first day of filming," You smile slightly as Chanyeol startles and turns to face you, his signature grin on full display.

"Hey there, thanks!" He says happily. "You'll stick around for the day?"

"Can't," You grimace. "I have work. But let me know how it goes, yeah?"

"Sure!" he waves. "Have a good day. Right I was about to ask, do you, by chance, want to --"

A loud cough and a clear of the throat interrupts and you both turn. It's Wonwoo trudging in your direction. Well, if the man underneath a pale complexion and eye bags is Wonwoo, at least.

"Damn, Chief Jeon," Chanyeol gapes. "Are you...good?"

"Splendid. The weather's good," Wonwoo replies, trying to nod but slowing it down, no doubt because of his throbbing head.

You march to him and press your hand on his forehead. "Hey. You're burning up!"

"Shhh, softer." He mutters. "My head hurts."

"Hey, man, take a day off," Chanyeol says, clearly distressed that his newfound right-hand man is ill. "We can deal with stuff over here. Uh, I can't send you home, but--"

"I can." You sling his arm over your shoulder, clicking your tongue as Wonwoo grumbles no. "No complaints. House call. We'll get going, Chanyeol."

"Yeah-- yeah!" Chanyeol pats Wonwoo on the shoulder. "Rest. Get well soon, okay?"

Wonwoo mutters something intelligible in response as you try to heave him away as gently as possible. The villagers are already staring, but it's the last thing on your mind.

"Hey, Chief Jeon?" You ask cautiously as you move. "Can you tell me roughly how to get to your house?"

His voice is all droopy and quiet, but you make out a few vague directions of "You're insufferable... left, up...ahead, and to the right..."

After the trip to his house takes double the time it usually would, given that he's already shaky on his own two legs and you have to move slowly, you try your best to tuck him entirely onto his sofa and look around for a comforter.

As you take his temperature, you survey his house. It's the first time you've ever been in his home, and it's the stark opposite of yours: the books are neatly shelved, his belongings exactly where they should be. There's a cozy, worn feeling to it like it's been lived in for a long time. Photo frames decorate the shelves, with books and small decorations, seemingly made of wood, arranged neatly.

You hear a groan, and you turn to see Wonwoo wincing as he tries to sit up. You sigh. "Don't get up. You took meds or ate today?"

"No," He grumbles, clearly put out by his current situation.

"Right, okay," You reply. "Can Mrs Woo send porridge over, or should I go buy some from her?"

"No chance," He mumbles, still trying to detangle his feet from the comforter you threw over him. "Jiwoo has a school play, she shut up shop for the day to see it."

You pause for a moment. "Okay...you've got rice in here?"

"Yeah....why..?"

"I'll make you something to eat with your meds. Back to sleep. Give me a while."

He sighs. "Don't bother. It's fine. I'll eat later with my meds. Off you go, shoo."

"Doctor's orders," You retort, and he groans in frustration, which almost makes you chuckle. "Rice is in the second drawer. Please don't burn my house down."

You almost (?) don't make edible porridge.

In your defence, the pot was small and the fire on the stove wasn't supposed to be that big. You're not sure if rice can be burnt, and can only hope that the salt and sauces you put in there at least salvage it a little.

Wonwoo is completely knocked out when you reach the living room, and you decide not to wake him up since he clearly needs the rest. You tuck the comforter under his chin again and get a tray of porridge ready, along with the meds you find.

After you put it on the table, you scribble a note and stick it to the table, and then turn to look at him.

He looks....cute. His hair is ruffled, his face soft in slumber, and he looks peaceful and undisturbed.

You sigh. "So you are a little cute when you have to be, huh?"

You lean over and brush the hair out of his eyes, and he lets out a soft sound and leans into your touch, like a cat.

Quietly, you stroke his hair, and after a few moments, he seems satisfied and stills again, evidently falling back into deep sleep.

A small pang comes to your heart, because he seems so small, curled up on his couch and sleeping off his fever.

Before you know what you're doing, you lean over and kiss his forehead.

And you then proceed to grab your things and run out of the house, in utter shock.

Fuck.

You just kissed Jeon Wonwoo.

Wonwoo

When he stirs, the house is quiet.

Wonwoo gets out of his comforter, yawning and massaging his neck from the awkward position he just came out of.

He spots the tray on the table, and he chuckles before reaching for the bowl. "She really did make food."

He spoons some out and takes a bite. "Oh, wow."

Then swallows it and muses, "How do you mess porridge up so badly?"

He picks up the Post-it note. "Eat it and then have your meds. Get well soon and don't skip meals. Call if you need anything."

Despite his drowsiness and the horrendous porridge, he finds it in him to smile.

Well, he thinks later as he stands to bring his empty bowl to the kitchen, at least you washed the dishes.

BONUS

"The clementines are fresh today," Grandma Lee tells him. "You take some home, got it?"

"Ah, got it, Grandma," Wonwoo says, before grinning at her. "Save more for yourself. I can always get more later."

She smiles back at him. "Don't forget to get more, then. They go stale really quickly. Right. That reminds me, I should ask Y/N to get some. She liked them during the village meeting, right?"

Wonwoo feels a little more alert at the mention of you. "Hm? Did she?"

"Yeah," Grandma Lee says. "Hm, maybe I should bring a bag to her house? She's busy nowadays."

"Ah, I'll do it," Wonwoo says, helping to pick some out and pack them. "It's tiring to make the trip, I've got it covered."

Grandma Lee beams at him in thanks, and Wonwoo applauds himself for seeming normal enough.

It's not like he's there to do anything more than be a friend anyway. It's not like he's going to have a chat with you, make sure you're not too busy with that noisy producer.

Definitely not.

🌼 summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.

🌼 pairing: wonwoo x reader fic (written, fluff, angst, hometown chachacha!inspired)

🌼 genre(s): fluff, mild angst, yn can be mean sometimes at the start (this is inspired by the kdrama hometown cha-cha-cha, so some parts of the plot and characters are similar), wonwoo is an overall sweetheart

ch.08: rumour mill

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🌼 taglist: @gaslysainz @lev1hei1chou @mingycr

writer's note: ok so i was originally planning to make her mad about the rumours BUT 👆 i decided that it wouldn't fit in anymore since number one: she's getting along better with wonwoo and everyone else, and number two: it's high time she had a bit of character development cos there is a fine line between being snappish and being an ass! thank you for readinggg~

btw i love chanyeol and everything exo too and i just felt chanyeol was perfect for the golden retriever film producer role :"

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peggingeddiediaz · 1 month

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Sneak peek 7x05: "You Don't Know Me"

#their height difference is driving me insane #eddie is looking so easy to throw around #bucktommy spit roast that twink challenge #there is no love triangle #tobuddie is a polycule #two bi tops and 1 gay bottom #they complement each other #911 abc #buddie #tevan #bucktommy #tobuddie #we need to come to a consensus about the ship's name #bottom eddie rights #bottom!eddie #top!buck #top!tommy

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cherubicleric · 4 months

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spto made everyone think that wallace is so much shorter than scott because they hit him with a twink beam even though he's canonically several inches taller than scott. and it's all i think about all the time. scollace artists i am BEGGING you to put the height difference back where it belongs

#🐇 posts!#it drives me insane #like guys pls stop making wallace so short. he's canonically like a head taller than scott #scott is just a little guy #breed? just a little boy!!#they hit wallace with that twink beam and now everyone keeps drawing him like that </3 #put the height difference back the way it belongs #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim vs the world #spto #spvtw #wallace wells #scollace

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barblaz-arts · 1 month

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Picked out my favorite looks from my sketches and now they're going on a date

#wip #their height difference drives me insane btw #im not normal about it #charlie breaking her back just to kiss vaggie #im aware Vaggie's look would look better with heels but i feel like that's where she draw the line at femme clothing #like that woman definitely hates heels #tho i might look up cuter flats later #(sorry fashion isn't my strong suit)#hazbin hotel #chaggie

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sixpigeonz · 7 months

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#IM SORRY THEIR HEIGHT DIFFERENCE DRIVES ME INSANE ITS ALL I CAN FOCUS ON WHEN THEYRE INF RAME

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glitch-pep · 10 months

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Would y'all believe me if I told you that I've been absolutely OBSESSED with this AU for 2 months now and I've been holding back the urge to post about it because I didn't make anything for it yet?

Well, I'M NOT HOLDING BACK ANY LONGER! MAY MY SELF INDULGENT AU BE UPON YE! >:D

I am very happy to present you,

The Chaotic Crossover AU!

AU explanation and facts under the cut.

The Chaotic Crossover AU is an au where characters of mine can travel across each other's universes, which allows them to be together. This AU's main focus are the interactions between my oc's, so my oc's are only really interacting with each other and no one else. Also, other random universes might open up for them to explore. Maybe it's just a parking lot, maybe it's an entire jungle... they'll never know until they enter. They enter them through a bunch of labeled white doors that are in a completely white void.

How all of this works, you may ask?

Doesn't matter! This is all purely for the fun of it and no one really questions anything.

So, basically, my homemade idiots (affectionate) hangout and chaos ensues.

Now, some facts about the gang:

Milo in this group is basically a weird mixture of a mom friend and a wine aunt.

Everyone is a member of the Molly protection squad.

Milo occasionally holds her hand in a motherly type of way, because they kept losing her during their hangouts.

Mina holds a lot of the braincells, but doesn't feel like sharing them. Milo is salty at Mina for not sharing said braincells.

Mina in general is still debating which option she finds worse, being with these 3 or with the kids in the culdesac.

They don't know what's worse, when Charlie is being all crazy and loud or when she's awfully quiet.

You should never leave Molly and Charlie in a room together for too long. Molly is very naive and believes virtually anything Charlie tells her.

Like, Molly didn't know what stealing is. And to be fair, she still doesn't, because Charlie told her that it's just 'saving things that don't actually belong to those people, so that they can finally be happy'.

And even though Milo tried to tell Molly the truth, she was so in awe with the idea of it that he didn't wanna break it to her.

Charlie basically acts as a weird sorta mentor that teaches Molly about the most random stuff. Milo usually stops her before she teaches Molly about something she shouldn't know about. (weapons, death etc.) Also, since Molly is the tallest Charlie often climbs on top of her for a piggyback ride.

Milo sees Mina as the grumpy teenager that the parents always drag along on a road trip even though she doesn't wanna go.

No one is really sure what's up with Molly's knowledge of things and her overall mentality, and no one is actually aware that she's an adult.

Charlie always comes up with crazy plans and tries to drag the others along with it.

Milo is the one that calls her out about the problems of said plan.

The Mina and Molly dynamic is basically:

Someone who doesn't care about anything at all, and someone who tends to care about things too much. Which leads to Molly often awkwardly asking Mina if she should worry about things. And Mina often says no for situations that do need a certain level of concern, to which Molly just tries her best to stay positive.

Charlie thinks she's the leader of the group. (It's actually Milo at this point cuz he's the one keeping everyone alive-)

And that's it for now! Except a lot of posts with these dummies. :'] ❤️

#Not gonna lie I had no clue how to draw them together for the first time but then I was like okay let's keep it simple #just line them up and make them interact in some way-#And I'm SO GLAD I did that because the height differences are driving me insane-#Like how Mina is just slightly taller than Milo but it's enough to be noticable and how Molly ended up being the tallest within a #bunch of kids and how you can finally really see how hecking small Charlie is when you compare her to everyone-#Also shoutout to myself for actually drawing Milo and not screwing it up... I didn't screw up anyone much to my surprise-#Gee I may actually be getting good at drawing my own oc's without struggling lmao #Anyway onto the usual tags #my art #my ocs #my oc's #my oc #digital art #digital drawing #digital artwork #milo #molly moon #mr. t. bear #mr t bear #charlie #mina #chaotic crossover au #I just now noticed that I forgot to add highlights to Charlie's bag #I already combined the layers so oops #No way to fix that now-

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timaeusterrored · 7 months

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What Halsin sees when looking at Venus:

#the height difference is gonna drive me insane #Venus likes his men tall #halsin #halsin baldur's gate 3 #halsin bg3 #Tav: Venus #Venus Ambrose #otp: a valley of lilies #get it? like Lily of the valley #bc Venus’s poisonous flower garden-#okay okay I’m done

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thecrabbybarista · 1 year

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Dst au doodles

You guys have been so good with reblogging my stuff lately. Thank you so much. I might actually start posting my art regularly again :)

#emma and pauls height difference is driving me insane #starkid #tgwdlm #black friday #art #emma perkins #nightmare time #sniggle #paulkins #paul matthews #wilbur cross #willabella mukwab #dst au

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yioh · 2 years

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SHAKING ……..

#THE LAST PANEL THEY DRIVE ME SO INSANE #this is probably my favourite moment of theirs #GOD #the height difference #personality difference #everythinf #the way yan wei is just SO in love . obsessed #the way youyi finally feels at home with yan wei #fuck …… i want what they have😭#THEY EVEN HAVE A BABY GAAAAAAH #probably one of my most favourite pairings ever 😭#when yan wei kisses her properly with 2 hands on her face GODDDDD #shuang jing

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smolmilkling · 2 years

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She pulled it up before she even asked the question.

Anyway, whoever first said that they’d be friends, I owe you my life

#ema skye #simon blackquill #ace attorney #do they have a duo name because this file is just named 'morbid besties'#simon was supposed to be stealing snacks from her purse but i couldnt figure out how to draw that #just know that he does #I imagine that in turn ema gets to be the only other person to give taka commands to go on a snack run #also their height difference is driving me insane #that is all

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nancyqueerler · 2 years

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Nancy teaches Robin how to shoot a gun but it's the scene in The Princess Diaries 3 where that Nicholas guy is giving archery lessons to Mia and he holds her arms from behind to fix her positioning... yeah.

#did this make sense #please tell me this happens between nancy and robin. PLEASE.#i am begging #or someone draw this cause GOD #their height difference would drive me insane #ronance #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #heron talks

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dutybcrne · 7 months

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Finishing the Archon quest got me absolutely Craving Wrio.lumi like you have no idea-

#//I am but a simple Allie #//I see big tol dark handsome man; I think Lumi deserves a emo boyf ndndn #//Kidding kidding #//I just love him period #//He’s such a silly guy #//Much stressing but so gottam silly #//It is a CRIME we could not tea with him #//Also the height difference and the fact that Lumi can actually completely HIDE behind him is driving me Insane #☆ ┆ ( .ooc. );#//Ok stressful thing has passed for now; gonna cruise for the week #//Let’s hope this means actual replies and shit #//Anywho; if anybody got sum good Wrio.Lumi fics; pls drop links #//I will love you forever

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echo31s · 8 months

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! > mission : send 📐 + your character's height to compare with one or more of mine / accepting. ! > file : @141s

#* ⟢ 𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙓 𝙆𝙀𝙇𝙇𝙀𝙍 ❮ out of character ❯ ━━ ❝ answered !#THE VERY MINIMAL HEIGHT DIFFERENCE DRIVES ME ABSOLUTELY INSANE #THE WAY HE HAS TO B A R E L Y LOOK UP TO MEET ALEXS GAZE BUT HAS TO LOOK UP ALL THE SAME #gonna eat my hands #whoops cant type anymore #141s

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shotmrmiller · 3 months

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im ngl i've been driving myself insane with the thought of harboring Ghost in your home. Like in the 09 mission The Hornet's Nest where Roach falls off the one roof?

Yeah, make that Ghost and there's no other choice but for the guys to leave him behind. The LZ is too hot, the enemies are swarming like moths to a flame.

The floor comes to him.

He grits his teeth at the agony, choking back a scream. Ghost just fell off a height that should've broken at least a couple ribs; maybe they did, he doesn't know, there's too much adrenaline coursing through his veins.

He's seeing duplicates, the buildings in front of him blurred. There's buzzing in his head, loud like bees. His chest aches, it burns with the lack of oxygen. His throat feels swollen as he wheezes; each breath feels like shards of glass in his lungs.

The white noise dissipates slowly. His vision realigns, lines and details sharpening. The unseen force that squeezed his throat finally lets go, setting him free from its deadly hold., his chest expanding to the point of discomfort— deep inhale, loud exhale.

Breathe. Focus.

There's radio chatter in his ear— Price snarling at Nikolai to fucking wait, that they can't leave him there in the hornet's nest but even with his vision blurred, Ghost can see that they're getting lit up, and he's not gonna have the entire team blow to bits in the helo over him.

He's just one man, and there's a whole world to save.

There's a searing pain in his arm when he shifts, he can't remember the last time his eyes welled up with tears, but fuckin' hell does it hurt.

His hand trembles violently, and it takes him a couple of tries to finally get his thumb to firmly press down on the button of the radio in the front of his tac vest.

"Leave me! Just go!" he roars.

Price argues back that no man is to be left behind, but Ghost can hear far too many voices in a different language get louder. They'll be killed hovering in the air like that.

"Price! Go!"

The voices in his ear are deafening. He rips off his headset, letting it sit around his neck.

The helicopter above him disappears.

Good.

The avalanche of footsteps gets closer and with a strangled noise that scrapes the back of his throat, he moves. Move to safety, get away from them, hide.

Ghost pushes forward until he stumbles, falling onto one knee— using his injured arm to stabilize. White hot pain licks from the wrist up, flames threatening to consume him whole.

A few stray tears escape the corners of his eyes.

He's too blinded by the throbbing in his body to realize that someone is grabbing his other arm.

"Can you hear me?"

Ghost thinks he might be hallucinating your voice. His agony is transcendent.

"Hey! We don't have much time!"

He turns his head to his left, and there you are. A civilian, by the looks of it. And you're trying to lead him away. Where? Are you leading him to a trap?

"Quickly! They're almost here! I can hide you, but you need to get on your feet!" you piped.

Ghost gets up without a fight, decision-making dulled by everything he's feeling.

"Come on, this way!" Your hand grabs his forearm tightly as you drag him away. He trudges behind you, breathing ragged.

Clarity comes and goes, but then he feels your small palms push him forward, into your tiny home.

His eyes drag as he takes in his surroundings. A tiny television in the living room to his left, and an ugly brown couch placed in front of it. To this right is your kitchen, food still steaming on the stove, and a scratched teak dinner table with just two chairs sits by a dirty window.

Quaint.

"Okay, okay. They shouldn't come in here, but if they do, I want you to go to the bathroom and sit in the tub with the curtain closed. Understand?"

His chin tips forward unbidden.

"Good. Uhm, I saw that your right arm is injured. A makeshift splint will have to do, alright?" You briskly walk away, opening the cabinet underneath the kitchen sink.

Ghost stiffens, swallowing thickly. If you pull anything underhanded, he's going to have to kill you.

The tension melts from his shoulders when he sees that you're simply pulling out a first aid kit, and some other stuff to wrap his most likely broken arm up.

You pull out a chair before opening the kit. "Sit. I'm not standing while I do this."

He huffs but complies. "Yes, ma'am." Unafraid to order a stranger around. How peculiar.

The minutes drag on, each one more agonizing than the last. It's a relentless cycle of pain... until it finally stops. The residual pain makes him dry heave.

"Whoa there, please don't puke."

Ghost gives a pained chuckle. "I'll try."

Your fingers tighten the knot in the fabric. "Can't say it's pristine, but it's better than having your arm dangle uselessly, I think." You stare at your handiwork for a second longer, before rising from your seat.

"I'm not sure who you are, but you look like actual military and not a thug with a gun. Did you have a team?" you quietly ask as you put away the medical supplies.

He cuts his eyes to you and doesn't answer.

"Yeah, I suppose it wouldn't be smart of you to blindly give information I don't need to know."

He shakes his head imperceptibly.

"Right. Well, I'm sure you know that we need to lay low, so unfortunately, that means no tv. Sorry." How cheeky.

Ghost simply hums in response.

He looks down at his injured arm. It's wrapped tightly, enough to keep it from moving but not enough to cut off his blood flow.

Not the work of a regular civilian.

You must've noticed him scrutinizing your work because you speak up. "I've worked in the medical field before. Nothing spectacular, but I can deal with a broken bone or two."

He closes his eyes, feeling the exhaustion of the day creep up on him.

So bloody tired.

Ghost takes a breath and opens his eyes. No rest for the wicked, he thinks.

He puts his headset back on, as well as he can with his one arm.

There's a crackling sound in his ear.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon riley x reader #simon riley

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sttoru · 6 months

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𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎.

tags: ★; fluff + sfw ／ ☁︎; angst + sfw ／ ꩜; smut + nsfw.

| FICS / ONE SHOTS

as if the memories have a heart that beats at night ★

your laughter is the sweetest sound ★

playing with fire ꩜

slipping through my fingers ★

got a fetish for your love ꩜

step on me ☁︎

good old-fashioned lover boy ★

you and death ★

hating arguments ☁︎ & ★

it's happening again ☁︎

poker face ꩜

coming home ꩜

| DRABBLES

first love ★

to be loved is to be changed ★

loves to love you ★

first meeting with your parents ★

capturing memories. ★

older bf!satoru ★

loving you forever ★

praise ꩜

afternoon snack ꩜

obsession ꩜

he knows. ☁︎

brat!reader ꩜

in the car ꩜

oral fixation ꩜

girl dad ‘toru (2) ★

celebrity crush ★

| HCS

driving me insane; fetishes. ꩜

no panties, no problem; in public ꩜

pussy slapping ꩜

height difference ★

| SERIES

older bf!gojo satoru ★ ꩜

#𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎.

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— 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐡𝐜𝐬 —

જ⁀➴ — 18+ MDNI • summary: i’m just a whore for him, really <3 • pairing: tlou! joel x f! reader; • cw: smut ! oral (f! rec), p in v sex, dry humping/making out, creampie lol, daddy kink, overstimulation kink, size kink, praise kink — all referenced? 18+, explicit

MAIN MASTERLIST

❝ joel miller ❞ …

❧ — is the dominant one, but he adores you — soft!dom all the way

❧ — he has a high sex drive, always has done — growing older hasn’t slowed him down any

❧ — whether it’s after a stressful job post!breakout, or from a long work shift if not, he just needs the comfort of your body, your warmth, so that he can be re-grounded.

❧ — so consequently, cockwarming.

❧ — eats pussy for his own pleasure — pupils blown wide, incoherent with lust. and when he looks up at you like from between your spread legs, it has you feeling feral

❧ — tbh, joel gets absolutely pussy drunk, holding your hips with those firm, broad hands. his touch is what holds you to earth, and the way that he guides has you yielding to him.

❧ — there are many (most) times where he needs you so badly that he’s shaking, arms braced by your head. and the moment that he sinks himself into you, well, then that’s it — he has to work fucking hard.

❧ — work fucking hard just to check, pace himself — or it won’t be long until he’s almost close

❧ — and that’s not to say this man does not have stamina ! lordy, he does. he’s just frankly in love with you so damn much to the point that you drive him insane.

❧ — streams of “ah fuck, i can’t —” but most of the time, i think he’s quieter in bed. he seems the type that gets so, so lost in you that he can barely even breathe through his need, and it’s only when you give him encouragement that you’ll then get his deep groans, those gorgeous gruff noises.

❧ — because you make it your damn life’s mission to make this man moan, and the sound is like heaven.

❧ — slow and sensual lovemaking until you’re literally begging him for more; sex on the bed, couch, floor of any room; shower sex, bath sex, nowhere’s off limits.

❧ — teasing him in public -> getting eaten out in a public restroom

❧ — wrapping your legs around his waist when he tells you he’s close, so he does it inside 😵‍💫

❧ — and this makes him absolutely feral — he has a massive breeding kink, i can feel it. he’s crazed and painfully hard at the thought of filling you up, he just loves it — especially silver fox daddy joel post-breakout era -> creampies tbh

❧ — marks all the way down your neck, to the column of your throat — hickeys just everywhere. down across your breasts, inner thighs — but the side of your neck is a personal fav.

❧ — joel is fiercely protective, possessive — but in a way that’s subtle, once again that soft dominance. public sex let’s him remind you that you’re his girl, his sweet girl, and he loves you.

❧ — he’s low-key insecure about ur age difference, not seeing how he’s gorgeous to you. so you take your sweet, sweet time showing him that he’s not past his prime in the least — he’s your man, and he’s goddamn perfect. No one has ever made you feel like he does.

❧ — joel a massive thing for praising you — with a little soft degradation, too. words like — “such a good girl,” “you can take it,” “you’re doing such a good job,” “that’s it.”

❧ — daddy kink daddy kink daddy kink — “right here?,” “does this feel good?,” “cmon use your words sweetheart,” “talk to me, baby”

❧ — he definitely has a size kink, whether that’s from your height, hand size difference or what. he just loves that sense of masculine pride, where he gets to make you feel soft and safe

❧ — words like — “fuck, you’re so soft” — his rough hands running all over your body, your curves. feeling the way that his hardness moulds to your shape as though invented for it.

❧ — clawing at his back, through his hair — your fingers threaded deep in the thick, greying strands.

❧ — messy, aching makeouts fully-clothed, grinding against him or him against you. you’re desperate and you need it so bad, dry humping when you don’t have the chance to straight fuck

❧ — speaking of, quickies quickies quickies. it’s all you can manage what with ellie and the breakout. -> having you up to the wall in a broken down warehouse in rare free minutes; a handjob beneath the sleeping bag cover in a forest, seeking warmth in the cold.

❧ — secretly a little kinky son of a bitch, yet so soft and so so loving. he’s always checking in and pressing kisses to your cheeks, to your forehead — asking “is this okay?”

❧ — taking things slow when you want to, and he knows all of your micro expressions; searches your face and your eyes for any slight hesitation — letting you set the pace.

❧ — is reduced to an absolute wreck when you give him a blowjob, it just makes him a mess. he threads his hands through your hair, bucks his hips up into your mouth and those sounds? obscene.

❧ — you make sure to get on your knees for him often enough just to see him like that

❧ — holds your hands above your head with his own, as both a gesture of casual dominance and way to just be close to you. that way, you can entwine your fingers so you’re branded together, heavy breaths like as one.

❧ — holds your knees apart when eating you out, until you’re shaking and weepy and sated. showing you just how much he adores all of you like a god, like a prayer.

❧ — but also — overstimulation kink — “cmon, just one more sweetheart.”

❧ — it took a while (bc of the age gap) for him to give in to your need, or his; he was distant, stoic with you for months and would actively avoid even looking your way. but little did you know what the hard, clenched jaw and even harder dark stare really was — his idea of adult responsibility, a moral decision he had stood by, then left.

❧ — because though you may’ve been just half his age, at the press of your mouth? there was something like hope.

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