#exboyfriend ghost

[juvenillia]

~ happier ~ Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader [hurt/comfort oneshot]

summary: After Simon already had lost so much in life, he now had lost the last thing that kept him whole. Little did he know...

a/n: Hey babes, I just saw a tiktok sound about the "don't choose him"-trope and I thought that was so Simon Riley coded so yeah, here we go

cw/tw: mentions of trauma, death, jealousy, guilt, hurt/comfort, tooth rotting fluff, break up, happy ending

worcount: 5.9k (maybe I got a bit carried away lol)

》 Read on AO3 《 》Master Post《

It was a rather rainy September afternoon, the cold breeze brushing through his messy blonde hair as he stood in front of his apartment complex. The taxi just dropped him off a while ago, and since then he stood there. Starring at the entry, his hand clutching tight on his duffel bag. With a deep sigh his hand brushed through his damp hair while he inhaled the fresh autumn air through the simple black mask before finally stepping in. He didn’t want to come back. He didn’t want to leave but Price literally chased him away this time. The team just came back from a long deployment from God knows where, and he wanted to stay at base. Taking care of the aftermath as usual, but this time his Captain didn’t keep up with his coping mechanism and ordered him to go on leave.

He hadn’t set a foot in his apartment in the past nine months. Nine months filled with hard and bone crushing work to distract himself. Distracting himself from the void that washed over him as soon as the door behind him fell into the lock. He placed his bag onto the floor of his hallway when he saw the huge stack of mail behind the door. Invoices, advertisement, acknowledgements, all that kind of stuff. He didn’t even mind to flip through the envelopes, just threw them onto the kitchen counter. His place felt so different, nearly chaotic.

The plants died some time ago, nothing more than dry remnants in some soil. He opened the fridge, which was nearly as empty as this whole space felt like. A thick layer of dust covered everything. Another sigh left his throat before he pushed the crystalline door to the little balcony open, fished in his pockets for a fag. Pulling his mask down to ignite the cigarette. His glance wandering over the park next to the building. All the trees already wore a dress out of red and yellow leaves which danced in the wind. He could hear some children playing down there, some dogs barking. Somehow everything felt so at peace and still he felt nothing more than blank. He felt like a stranger in his own home.

He put the fag out and decided to tidy the mess up, before distracting him with whatever task he could find. He started with cleaning the whole place, disposing the dead plants and expired food he found in the last corners of the fridge. It took him some hours before everything was all over neat again. He then changed in some casual clothes before walking down to get some groceries for the time he had to stay here now. Always checking his phone for a message from Price, or Gaz or Soap. Anything that could make him return to his duties. Anything that would release him from the thoughts that started to haunt his mind. Thoughts he could easily dismiss as soon as he was on duty. When he was Ghost, but not when he was here.

“Mr. Riley?”, the old man from the store greeted him. He nodded in response, tired and exhausted eyes, yet a sincere smile on his lips. “Good to see you again, son.”, he chimed while starting to scan his products in. There was a huge supermarket around the corner, still he would always walk the extra meters to that indigenous small store owned by that old couple. “Haven’t seen you in forever. Must be happy to be back.”, Simon only nodded. A straightforward lie, but he didn’t need to tell him about the truth. He hated to be back.

Because everything was different to the last time. The last time he walked down this street he laughed while you complained about your coworkers. Clutching to the bag filled with the ingredients for some homemade cookies, and your favorite ice cream, while your hand was wrapped around his upper arm. When did all that changed? When did the world turned against him once more? That’s how he found himself walking that usual path back on his own. Left alone with the sheer thought of you, and once more his mind did haunt him. Replaying the image of the face when you told him over and over again in front of his inner eye.

But he understood your decision. He knew he was wrong for you, that you deserved so much better. He knew that he had ruined an angel. All the time waiting for him, just to be put down once more, when he couldn’t return home just yet. All the anxious calls before the deployment. The number of desperate messages he went through when he could turn his phone on again afterwards. All the tears you wasted for him. He just knew he would never be the man you needed, because you were so much better than him. And still he wanted nothing more than to be selfish and return home to you once more. The way his shitty apartment felt so much livelier filled with your laughter and complains. A privilege he had lost.

He remembered the day you told him about your decision like he remembered his morning drill at base. You mascara already smudged over your tear-stained face. He had promised to never be the cause of your crying and still he stood in front of you, feeling nothing more than hate towards himself, when you told him you couldn’t go on like this. “I love you, Si. I do… but sometimes love isn’t enough…”, your words echoed through his mind as he stood in the living room. Just on the same spot he stood on that fateful day. “What’d ya mean?”, he didn’t understand. “I mean… that I can’t be part of your life when you keep building walls around you.”, your voice was shaky between the sobs that broke out of your throat. “Wait... Love…”, his hands were nonstop shaking, something so uncommon for his so usual steady hands. Hands that were reaching out to you when you literally flinched away from him.  “I hope you can become happy. I really wish you all the best…”, the tears started to stream down your face as you picked up the bag, filled with the last few things of yours that still remained in his place. “I’m thankful for everything we had…and I hope you know that you’ll always be a part of me.”, you didn’t dare to look at him as you left his -your shared- place.

How was he supposed to be happy when you took all the crazy little things that made his life better with you? Anytime his phone buzzed that night his heart stopped for a moment, hoping that you changed your mind, but now you already left his life for more than eleven months. He sunk into the couch, just like that evening. Not daring to move an inch. Even if all fibers in him screamed to run after you, he sat there frozen. Respecting your decision and knowing it was for the best. It was the best for you, and he never wanted anything less than the very best for you. Even if it meant to break him once more. This evening was the loneliest night after the night when he lost his family. That night he lost the last thing that gave him a meaning. The last thread that hold his pieces together.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened your chat. The last message still there, about eleven months ago. A bone crushing reminder of when you left his life. Just then he took noticed of your new profile picture. The pure soul you were, you hadn’t blocked him. He tapped it open and could feel his heart ache as he took in your features, a bright smile. A smile that had him mesmerized from the first time he witnessed it. Your hair neatly done and braided with a flower crown made from white roses. Your hand trying to cover your gorgeous smile. Then he suddenly took notice of something new. His heart clenched at the view of the little simple silver band around your left ring finger. A groan vibrated in his stomach. He stared at the picture, as a rope laced around his throat. It couldn’t be. He just cursed to himself.

He just wished it wasn’t true, but it just made sense. During the times when he raised his walls higher and higher you simply turned around to see the whole world and not only him. And there was someone that could treat you better than he ever could. That there was someone who would share his life with you rather than shutting you out. Someone who wouldn’t treat you as shitty as he did. Someone who wouldn’t take you for granted. Someone who wouldn’t make you cry, and still he wanted to be the person to call you his. He wanted that this smile, the smile that could brighten the darkest day, was aimed at him and not just some random dude.

He needed to make sure. Sitting up from the couch while leaning his forearms on his knees as he switched from the message app to his private Instagram account. An account Kyle forced him to create after one night in the pub. On that night when Simon maybe drunk a bit too much, he eventually had let slipped that he did meet you and Kyle was all alerted to get this to workout. So of course, he needed an Instagram account to seem more likable. And to be honest, Simon wanted to be likeable, for the first time he did care what someone would think of him. As long as that somebody was you.

The next morning he decided to go for a run and ran a few kilometers around the quarters. Longer than usual, but it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. All sweaty he stopped by a common coffee shop to get a well-made coffee before returning home. Just when he waited in line for him to order, he pulled his phone out once more. Starring at your name in his contacts. ‘Love’ was still written there. He never brought himself to change it. Because you still were the only thing, he ever admitted to truly love. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice a voice approaching him. Just as he felt a small hand gently on his clothed shoulder he flinched, looking up and were greeted with some way too familiar eyes. He blinked a few times, believing his mind would trick him right now.

His account didn’t contain many pictures, a few from nice landscaped taking from the different countries he had to visit, one of Riley and him, what served as your screensaver for a very long time. Well not anymore, he supposed. He searched for your tag, and he scrolled through the last pictures you uploaded. Nowhere was a hint of a new guy in your life. Except for the picture of your engagement ring and the dozen words of congratulations the comments contained. Some pictures of the recent books you read always placed aesthetical next to a cup of tea, a picture of you and your girls on a night out.

He just stopped when he saw a familiar picture. It was nothing more than you curled up in an armchair, wearing a black hoodie, his hoodie. You haven’t deleted it. He was still part of your life, as you had promised. You didn’t just delete him out of it. He pinched the bridge of his nose when he put his phone away. Fighting the urge to write you. But what should he even message you? Everything would be inappropriate and wrong. That it was his biggest mistake to let you go? That he was happy for your engagement? Nothing would satisfy his real emotions. He pushed all of those thoughts, all the pain down just like he was used to and let Ghost take over his mind. Cutting out everything around him, as his body forced him to rest. A dreamless night on the couch and still he felt miserable the next morning.

“Si?”, you smiled at him, as beautiful as ever and he stood there completely stunned. You still called him that sweet nickname, the short only you were allowed to use. “Hey…”, he breathed out while shoving his phone back into his pocket. Leaving his hands in his pockets, to scared you could see how nervous he was. Seemed like that he was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t realize he jogged all the way to the place you worked back when you two dated, and as it seemed like you still do work here. There was a silence clinging between both of you, while taking in each other. He looked tired, somehow older you noticed. You looked as pretty as he remembered. “Sir?”, the voice of the young barista dragged him back to the place he stood. “Yeah…uhrm.”, he ordered his usual coffee, and quickly added another hot drink – your favorite - before turning back to you.

“How are ya?” – “How are you?”, both of you said at the same time and a little smile tugged at the corner of his lips. All of that felt so familiar, and still vicious at the same time. But sorrow was something Simon was used to it, and if this pain granted him some time in your presence, he’d gladly accept it. “Wanna take a seat, or are ya on the run?”, you smiled at him and shook your head no, while taking a place at one of the tables. A table you often sat when he visited you during your work breaks. “So, how are you?”, you said calm, while sipping on your coffee. A weak smile playing around your lips when you realized that he even remembered the little flavor drop you loved in it.  

You had such a pure soul that you simply could sit down with him and talk to him, like he wouldn’t be your ex. Just as some good old friends catching up. It broke his heart even more. “Steady.”, he answered somehow distant. Trying to suppress all the emotions that started to boil in the pit of his stomach at your sight. You nodded with that sweet smile he knew too well, “Always the same, huh?” He nodded and at the same time he wanted to argue that he wasn’t the same. Not at all. “So, when’s ‘e big day?”, his sudden question let you swallow on your drink. He pointed at the ring on your finger, and you sighed. “Saturday, in two weeks.”, you only said. There laid something between your tone he couldn’t read, so he only nodded once more. “Didn’t ya wanted a white winter wedding?”, he kept the eye contact when you tried to avoid it at all costs. “Cannot have everything.”, you weakly laughed. A laugh that had hidden so much more below the surface. Simon caught how your voice changed and your hands constantly fidgeted with the cup, but he didn’t want to push it any further. The silence once more taking over the space between you. It was an awkward tension laying in the air. Still, he wanted to ask you so much, wanted to tell you so much, yet he couldn’t.

That’s when your phone went off, a sigh of relief but at the same time annoyance left your throat. “Sorry… need to head back. Before…” – “Before Mara lets the printer explode and Barry loses his mind.”, he ended your sentence and a vicious smile tugged at your lips. How could he still remember all those things. “Yeah… it was nice to see you, Si. Thanks for the coffee.”, the painful smile turning into a genuine one. He hummed in appreciation, as you stood up and putting the phone back into your pocket.

Just then he reached out to you to get hold of your wrist, gently but firm, just when you wanted to walk away. “Don’t marry him…” The phrase left his throat out of nowhere. His mouth faster than his brain could even process what he just said. He couldn’t carry this anymore, he let you go once, he wouldn’t commit to the same mistake a second time. You blinked at him in sheer shock. “Don’t do that to me…”, you shook your head, swallowing a thick lump in your throat. “Are ya happier?”, he breathed out, his tone bitter as his eyes starred into yours. Your brows furrowed. He knew how selfish his actions were, but he couldn’t help it. His thumb slowly stroking over the inside of your wrist. He needed to know. Only then he could accept it, only then he could try to let you go. “Simon…”, you mumbled, as your lips pressed into a thin line, biting the inside of your cheek.

“Answer me, love.”, his words rolled so carelessly over his lips. You couldn’t. Only starring back into those dark eyes that wouldn’t let go of yours, and felt tears prick at the corner of your own. Everything you could answer him, everything you wanted to answer him would somehow be a lie. You were happy, but that wasn’t his question, and he could read it in your eyes. He let go of your wrist, as he stood up from his seat. He would never force you to say or do something, he couldn’t make you love him. He knew that. But the soldier inside of him knew, that this fight wasn’t over. The way your eyes spoke volumes to him. The way he could feel your pulse quickened as his palm was still rested on your skin. A desperate sigh left his throat. Your silence told him more than you thought. “I’d walk through ‘ell to find a way to keep ya in ma life. Even if it meant to burn the whole bloody world down…”

You only stood there, your mind running a marathon of thoughts at the sincere words he spoke out so easily. A phrase that let your heart make a jump and at the same time it shattered. You averted your gaze, trying to hold back the tears. “Goodbye, Si.”, you simply stated while turning on your heel. You didn’t want to cry in front of him again. You didn’t want to admit what power he still held over you. You didn’t want to show him how you lied to yourself when trying to avoid answering his questions. That way you left him behind and went back to work. And once more he felt the sheer guilt laying on his shoulders. He didn’t see the hot tears rolling down, but he knew you too well. The empty silence greeted him like an old friend, and he went back to his place. Cursing himself for the whole interaction. Why couldn’t he just let you go? Why couldn’t he simply let you become happy? It should be enough for him, seeing you happy living the life your deserved and he would go after his drilled one, just like before.

But nothing was like before. You simply changed everything. He was a broken man when you met him on that cold night in January. Effortlessly trapping him in a lovely chat, a conversation that saved him, and still he tried to keep his distance. And you had nothing better to do than picking up all the pieces and built him back together. So much effort, so much energy and so much love you spent for him. Earning his trust and giving him a place for his soul to heal and rest. Creating him a place to call home. How couldn’t he hold on to what you had provided him with? Still, he was back in his apartment alone with his demons, and they teared him apart worse than ever. So he decided to send a message to his captain.

Simon R. [15:23]

Let me come back. I’m sure there’s something I can help with.

Captain Price [16:01]

No chance, Lieutenant. Use the time reasonably.

Captain Price [16:03]

That’s an order!

He literally threw the phone across the room. How should he use this time useful? Price should’ve known better. Simon thought back to the day when he told his captain about you for the first time, and he remembered the proud beam on his face. You were the first civilian Simon even mentioned around his team, you were the first one to meet them. So, Price knew that this time was nothing more than waiting in patience to return. But somehow his captain hoped for something different, he couldn’t have known that you were engaged and this time on leave was breaking him more than anything.

Simon R. [16:06]

Roger, sir.

There was nothing he could do, besides going after his usual habits. Morning runs, hitting the gym, cooking some quick meals, helping whatsoever neighbor needed something done in their home. Everything that would keep him busy was greatly appreciated.

The time passed by, and every night he found himself on the balcony. Thinking back to nights he spent here with you. You cuddled up in front of him, while he refused to smoke while you’d cuddle and you’d always just say, that you wouldn’t leave, so he rather just smoked if he wanted to or stop it in general. You never complained about his smoking, but you would keep teasing him about it and he would just pull you closer to him. He didn’t need those cigarettes when he could inhale your scent anyways.

Where did the downward spiral begin? When did he start to distant himself without even noticing it? Was it after the Las Almas incident? Was it after his teammate nearly died because of him? Was it when he realized that one day, he might not be able to return to you? He couldn’t tell and he tried to make it out eagerly. Searching and scanning in all your interactions for the mistakes he committed. Nightmares haunted him night after night and every day he got up and went after his choirs again. Waiting for a message from Price to draft him in sooner than expected. To finally get some redemption before the two-week mark was overstepped. He couldn’t bear that day, knowing what happened on that Saturday. Knowing that on this Saturday you’d be officially off limits, and he wouldn’t dare to ruin it anymore. This Saturday… this Saturday. Fuck, it was today.

Anyways he dared to look up your social media, seeing if he could catch a glimpse of the pure perfection you’d be in your pretty white dress. But there was nothing found. What wasn’t so unusual, you never were the person to openly show your life online so easily. Especially not after the two of you started dating. You became more reserved with information about yourself because Simon would always be scared that someone could use you against him. That way there was never a picture of both of you found on your social media pages. Just a little S with a heart in your bio. A bio that was nearly empty now. But today, you’d post something, he was sure. That day was something so freaking special, you needed to show the world how gorgeous you’d look. And with that you would show him what he had lost. But somehow you spared him with that. It was already noon, and nothing was found on your page. That’s how he went after his day, completely lost and in complete autopilot. Not even thinking about anything he did. Just existing, his body carrying him through the day and letting the time pass.

It was about nine when he got on the balcony. Still in his dark green pajama pants, and a plain white shirt, an easy black zip up jacket. No socks, no mask, only a fag between his lips. Exhaling a deep cloud of smoke into the night. Just then he could hear a buzzing from the living room. He sighed, another cloud of smoke leaving his lungs. Probably only a dumb meme from Johnny, an attempt to cheer him up, but maybe it was the long-awaited message from his Captain. So, he decided to head in, to pick up his phone. The fag still clutched between his lips. He tapped the screen of his phone and as soon as the screen light up he found himself paralyzed. The fag slipping out from his lips, which were parted in shock. The cigarette burning his hand dragged him back into the reality. He quickly caught the fag before burning the whole place down, and then opened the message. The message that came from you. His mouth went completely dry as stared down on the words.

He read over those lines over and over, he couldn’t get a grip what you wanted to tell him. What made you think of that occasion now?

Love [21:13]

Do you remember when Johnny bragged about that one French wine after Mel dumped him, and we spent your last day on leave driving from Manchester to Edinburgh picking him up, over to Dover just to catch a ferry to buy that stupid wine and the whole way back? Just that you got deployed to Toulouse afterwards and he could drink so much of that damn wine…

Simon R. [21:21]

Could never forget about it. It was bloody stupid.

A desperate chuckle left his throat. It was one of his favorites as well. The way you’d sing stupid songs with Johnny to sheer him up, trade dumb childhood stories, and the way your hand was always entangled with his. It made the world seem so much more peaceful.

Love [21:23]

One of my favorite memories, tbh

Simon R. [21:25]

What made you think of that? Especially today…

He sighed. He couldn’t suppress the turns his stomach took. Still, he couldn’t blame you, such a day could get someone emotional and nostalgic. It was somehow relatable. He already regretted his question.

Simon R. [21:26]

You must be tired as fuck after such a long day.

Love [21:32]

Well… I did imagine the day to be different…

Time suddenly froze. The little three dots signaling your typing made him anxious. He starred down at the screen, the fag long forgetting, the ash on the anyhow ugly carpet. His foot bounced repeatedly on the floor, while he not dared to avert his eyes. The time until your answer plopped up on his screen felt unbearable. His chest heavy like he had to carry a whole tank. He felt weak, small, just because of the time you needed to answer. 

Simon R. [21:33]

What do you mean?

Love [21:47]

Couldn’t do it…

His chest heaving as he starred at your answer. His trembling fingers typed and answer. Never letting go of the phone as he already pulled on some socks, before searching for his boots.

Love [21:48]

It wasn’t fair…not to me, but esp not to him…

Simon R. [21:49]

Where are you?

Love [21:50]

Remember where we met…the park by the cemetery.

Love [21:58]

Si?

And he was. He never was faster seated on his motorbike than now. He drove like a madman. Usually, he would let his thoughts process everything. Outlining a plan before jumping into something, but not this time. Not when he got a second chance right in reach. His mind was blank. The only thought that filled his brain cells were you. And soon he found himself in the park. The park where he met you for the very first time some years ago. The day that changed his life, and it once more gave him the chance to turn it around. His breath got caught right in his throat as he took your figure in.

Simon R. [22:00]

Don’t fucking move. Already on my way.

You were seated at the very first steps of a war memorial. The place where he met you completely random when he paid his tribute to fallen soldiers. An old habit he committed to anytime he returned save. It was snowing like hell, everything was white, just like the dress you wore right now. His feet carried him over to you, as you still looked down on the screen. His eyes were pinned on you, trying to burn this image into his brain and never letting go of it. That’s when you looked up and a tired smile tugged at your lips. He was so underdressed compared to you. Still in those pajama pants, because there was no time to change properly, when you were the most perfect dress, he could’ve imagined you in.

 “You literal broke a few laws while rushing here. Speeding, taking dead ends and stuff. You could’ve taken some more time. You know.”, you said while standing up. A teasing tone laying in your voice. You looked breathtaking, better than his wildest dreams would even allow him to imagine. A smile planted on his lips as he stood right in front of you. “Not a patient person.”, he breathed out while taking his jacket off to wrap it over you. It was still freezing cold, and he saw the goosebumps amongst your skin. “You’re reckless, Simon Riley.”, he came closer, just when you put his hands on his chest. The familiar body warmth creeping up your cold palms. His hands lingering on your waist, as he starred in your eyes and pulled you closer, just the slightest. “And yer stunnin’, darlin’.” A slight blush crept over your face, maybe due the coldness lingering in your muscles, but maybe it was because of him.

You were standing here like the whole opposites you were. He was the stern and strong soldier, casual and reckless. Solid as rock during the heaviest tidal wave. He was your protector. You were his princess with the purest soul and heart. The lighthouse that guided him home anytime he needed. Anytime he needed to let go of Ghost.

In that moment it felt like the world stopped spinning. Nothing else mattered. “Si…” – “I know ’s too much to ask for forgiveness ‘n I know ‘m not in ‘e position to ask for anythin’ at all…and fuckin’ ‘ell. ‘m not good at that kinda stuff…. but…”, before he could keep going you interrupted him. Forcefully pulling him closer to you by his shirt, until the gap between you was fully closed and you felt the familiar sensation of his lips against yours. Your eyes closed, as his calloused palm reached for your face and cupped your cheek as he deepened the kiss.

Just when you tried to pull away, he made sure that you wouldn’t go anywhere. His hand firmly steadying you in your position as he leaned his forehead against yours. Your whiny voice reaching his ears. “Just shut up already and take me home, alright I’m freezing my ass off.” A stupid grin planted on his face, which wouldn’t fade any time soon. “Anythin’ ya want.”, he said while placing his hands around your body before easily lifting you up what earned him a sudden shriek as you clung around his neck. Carrying you bridal style over to his bike. Always having a spare helmet for you in. That’s totally not how you imagined the day you’d first wear a wedding dress, clinging to the beefy back from Simon, one hand holding on to the gathered fabric hoping it wouldn’t cause any accident, the other tightly slung around him while he carefully made his way back. But you couldn’t ask for something more.

It took you some time to completely warm up again, you nearly spent the whole day in that damn park considering if you could just write him or not, and you definitive should’ve done it earlier. The cold clung to your muscles. After taking a hot shower and ditching the dress for an oversized hoodie from his closet and some briefs, you were now curled up in a blanket on the couch. Laying against his firm chest, brawn arms wrapped around you, scared that this could be a dream. Scared that you could vanish any second if he’d let you go. He never stopped to prepper the crown your head with kisses while you twirled his fingers with your own. A genuine silence hanging around that place, that finally felt like home again. Something he’d never let go of again. “To answer your question…”, you broke the silence while tilting your head towards him. Looking in his deep dark eyes. “I am happier now.”, the sweet smile returning to your lips before he placed his onto them. “ ’s everythin’ I could’ve ever asked for, love.”, he breathed out as you parted for a brief moment before closing the gap once more. Right now, he felt like a starved man, but nobody could blame him.

You were the only thing he ever wanted for his own sake. And nobody could blame him, that he already got you a ring himself, about two years ago to be precise, he just never found the right time to drop the big question. But after tonight, he was eager to do so at some point. Just giving the two of you some more time, to get back settled in. But you’d got a lot of time ahead, for anything to work out. Simon made a mental note, that he would never let another man try to accomplish what was his personal lifelong mission; to make you happy.

It was quite late when Simon woke up the next day. You still spread across his chest, clinging onto him, when he remembered how both of you fell asleep on the couch last night. He listened to you little snores as he started to believe, that sometimes the world could be alright. You made it alright, and a smile played along his lips. If enduring all the pain brought him back into your embrace, it would always been worth it. That’s when his phone buzzed, he reached out to grab it, careful to not wake you up.

He hesitated for a short moment, before he pressed the little camera icon on his phone.

Captain Price [12:19]

Maybe I do have a task for you.

Simon R. [12:23]

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Captain Price [12:25]

Forget about it. See you in two weeks, Loverboy.

Captain Price [12:27]

Give her finally that bloody ring…

Bonus:

John couldn’t suppress a chuckle when he starred down at his phone. The sweetest image plopping up when he shook his head in amusement. And with his reaction he immediately had a specific Scot emerge behind him, starring at the phone over his Captain’s shoulder. A bright grin growing on his face. “Was ‘bout damn time…”, he instantly pulled his own phone out.

Soap [12:31]

istg… Lt if yer choose Garrick as yer best man …

Soap [12:33]

I AM FOR REAL

Soap [12:34]

ach ‘nd tell lass I said hi!!

Soap [12:35]

I’m happy for yer <3

[soapyghost]

Release (SIMON "GHOST" RILEY x F! READER)

Wordcount: 2.2K

Warnings: enemies to lovers, language, inappropriate relationship with your superior, pet names, f! gendered reader, references to sex, PTSD FLASHBACKS, inferred s/a, abusive relationship (including mentions of suicide), violence, angst, lots of anger

A/N: so I’ve had the worst writers block ever. Oop. But I had a bit of inspo and here is that. It may or may not have been based on past experiences. Ahah. So I’m so sorry. This is a rough angsty one- smut coming next chapter so be ready. Thanks for always supporting my ramblings.

Part 1 here

It had been 2 weeks since that night and Ghost hasn’t so much as looked at you for longer than absolutely necessary. It was starting to get on your nerves, he was just going to fuck you and leave? Typical. You never expected Simon Riley to be like every other man you’d been with. You scowl as you put on your tank top. You’re going to be in the gym with him and the rest of the 141 squad for training, not that you really needed it. Practicing various silent takedowns and escapes from said takedowns wasn’t exactly how you wanted to spend your Friday. Especially when its in close proximity to Ghost. You run your tongue over your teeth as you take in your reflection in the mirror. Allowing yourself just a moment for a pity party- not because Ghost hasn't spoken to you, no. Because you let yourself make this mistake, you learned long ago that men are only built to let you down. How stupid. The face of your only exboyfriend flashes across your mind. Grimacing you shove him out of your mind. You sigh and grab your bag before heading out of your room.

You open the door to the gym and of course Simon is the only one there. He always is the first to show up and the last to leave. You let out a scoff as you throw your bag on the ground next to the benches before heading to the opposite corner he is in. Grabbing the hair tie off your wrist, your throw your hair up into a bun before beginning stretching. The lingering scent of testosterone and sweat filling your senses as you get into the splits.

After what feels like an eternity of awkward silence and muted grunts the rest of the squad arrived. “Took you all long enough” you yell across the gym. “Figured you two could use some bonding time” Johnny chided. You hold out your middle finger and retort “Eat shit MacTavish. You’re first with me”. You feel the burn of Ghosts gaze on you. Hmm. The flame of an idea begins to burn in the back of your mind, a devious and potentially dangerous idea. Grinning you stand up and saunter over to the rest of the team.

Price's voice is barking out today's instructions but you're too focused on your plan to even pretend to listen. Johnny would be your warmup, it had been some time since you had the pleasure of taking a man twice your size down. Soap was close enough to Ghost's size for you to get a feel for how you were going to handle that masked fuck. He was going to pay for making you feel. He was going to pay for the endless replay of his voice in your head, "princess" "luv". Shaking your head and taking the silence of Price's droning to mean it was time, you grab Johnny by his ear and drag him to the center of the mat.

"Hope you don't mind me going first Price" you say looking back over your shoulder as the yelps of Soap fill the gymnasium. A grunt is all you get in response from Price as he walks over to join Gaz and Ghost on the bench. Finally you let go of Johnny and get into a fighting stance, arms out in front of your abdomen and feet slightly parted. "Christ Mantis, you didn't need to pull my-" Jonny begins to say before you rush him.

Dashing towards him, at the very last second you jump and grab his shoulders before twisting your body so that your knees collide with his chest. A twinge of sympathy slithers into your chest when you hit him, but its smothered quickly once Johnny's back hits the floor.

The sound of the air leaving Soaps lungs reminds you of how you sounded that night in the safehouse bathroom. Breathless. Blissed out of your mind as Ghosts hands explored your scarred body, touching you with a gentleness you never knew existed. Peppering your body with small kisses. You lead Ghost out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, where you shove him down on the bed and straddle him. Hands exploring his body, his bare chest covered much like you. Ghost's hand slips onto your thigh and you look down-

The hand on your thigh snaps you back to reality and as you look down it is not Ghost's beautiful scarred and tatted hand below you but Johnny's. Fuck. Stupid girl. Shoving his hand off your thigh and grasping his other you put both his arms above his head, "Yield." you growl. Soaps eyes are wide as he's still gasping for breath, but his body is still squirming beneath you. "I said yield, Soap" you breathe, tensing your thighs around his sides. He yelps, "Ok ok FUCK Mantis, YIELD". Laughing, you remove yourself from his chest and offer him a hand.

"That... that was low" Soap pants. He's doubled over now, hands on his knees breathing deeply. "You always need to be prepared Sargent" Prices laughs, "Everyone is a threat, even the small ones."

"You better watch it Cap or you'll be next on the floor" you smile, walking over to the bench where your bag is. You shoot Ghost a glance as you reach down to your bag and pull out a towel. Wiping your face you hear Simons voice, "Get your ass on the mat Mantis." You raise your eyebrows at him as he stands up, his massive hulking figure eclipsing yours. "You just saw what I did to Johnny and you want a piece?" you tease. He grunts in response before thundering over to the middle of the mat and getting into a defensive stance.

You shrug and toss the towel on the bench before stalking to the mat. This was it, showtime. How delicious victory would be this time, not that it wasn't every time. Simon had beaten you once, out of the dozens of times you've fought. Ghost's weakness was his size, especially in comparison to you. You smile at him and cock your head, waiting for him to make the first move.

The mat gives him away, the way it moves inward before he lunges at you. Deftly, you hop out of the way and get behind him before dropping to your knees and kicking your legs out behind his knees. A startled grunt escapes Ghost's lips before he thuds forward. Wasting no time you pounce on his back and grab his arms, twisting them painfully behind your Lieutenants back. You straddle his back and lean down to his ear and whisper, "yield and this all ends".

Simon jerks his head back into your face with a solid thwack that causes your eyes to water and your grip to loosen ever so slightly. This allows Ghost to twist his body so that his chest is now up and his eyes are boring into yours, something dark and almost primal swirling in them. You remember that look well, it was the same one in his eyes when he shoved you against the shower wall. It made a fire grow in your stomach the last time you saw it. But the fire wasn't there this time, it was in your heart. The anger burned deep, and the pounding thorough your skull only fanned the flames.

You move your hands until they are around your Lieutenants throat and put pressure ever so slightly onto his windpipe. Simons eyes widen at your touch. "Mantis- that's off limits" Price warns. But his voice falls on deaf ears, you're no longer in the gym with the 141.

You're on the floor of your childhood bedroom, if you could call it that. Simon is no longer beneath you, his face twisting into the sinister face of your exboyfriend. You'd relived this moment a million times in your head- about all the things you could have done differently. How you could have choked every ounce of life out of him. The life leaving his life before he could leave bruises in places both visible and not. How you would never let another man touch you without your consent again, your hands tighten around his throat. You weren't going to let him go this time.

Suddenly you're flat on your back- the air in your lungs gone. "MANTIS" Price roars, his face coming into view. He is furious, the normally clear blue eyes now swirl with rage, "What the FUCK was that?" You suddenly become acutely aware that you were drenched in sweat, and all eyes in the room are on you. Eyes wide you come to the realization of what you had done, you had tried to kill Simon.

"I-i-i" you stutter, eyes welling with tears as you look into the face of your Capitan. "Lass, where did you go?" the Scotts voice asks and you are now aware he's crouched down next to you. Soap puts a hand on your shoulder and you flinch. "I'm so sorry" you squeak out before closing your eyes and feeling the tears fall onto your cheeks. “Take a walk” Price barks.

And so you do except it turns into more of a run towards the locker room. The door barely closing before the tears fall freely, the damn finally bursting. Sobs breaking free from the depths of your chest. Blinded by the water flowing from your eyes, you stumble into the shower and turn it on as hot as it will go before slumping into a pitiful sniveling mess.

Time passes but the only way you can tell is by the lowering temperature of the water. You hasn’t felt like this since you were a child, barely 17. Back when you thought you fell in love. But it never was. Love. He was older than you, and you fell hook line and sinker for him. It was magical until it wasn’t. He asked for the world and you gave it to him, but it was never ever enough for him. And when you finally realized that, he would threaten to kill himself to keep you in. That too worked for a while, until you finally realized yourself worth.

Or so you thought. Here you were again, sobbing like a child on the grimy floor of a shower. Something you promised yourself never to do again. You promised to never feel anything like love again- and somehow some way you did for Simon. And then you tried to kill him. To watch the light fade from his eyes.

As the tears finally dry from your eyes, you open them. And then you see it, a shadow. You freeze, breath catching in your throat as the figure moves towards you. It’s Simon. How long had he been standing there? He moves towards you in slow even strides before embracing you in his arms, not even caring that he’s now soaked from the shower head still raining down on you.

You flinch, Ghost has never hugged you before. The only time he’s ever touched you was that night and when sparring. The way your bodies melted perfectly into each others had your head spinning. He leaned down and kissed your forehead whispering “its alright love”.

“Simon I’m-I’m so sorry” you hiccup burying your head into his warm chest. “I know” he murmurs into your ear before scooping up your legs and holding you bridal style. Reaching behind you, he flicks off the freezing water before turning towards the exit. He whisks you out of the locker room and you’re too exhausted to care if anyone sees you. But the gym is empty and dark. Simon moves with precious across the floor, and out the door.

You notice you’re going in the opposite direction of the women’s barracks. Instead, you are heading towards the male barracks. Specifically the officers barracks. He was taking you back to his room. He quickly opens the door and sets you on the edge of his bed like one would set a fragile piece of China.

“We need to get you out of those before you catch a cold” he says, going to his dresser and grabbing you a new pair of shorts. You look up at him quizzically before he removes his own shirt in one swift movement, revealing his perfectly sculpted abs. Scars be damned, he was beautiful. He sets the clothing in your hands before turning around.

You sit there for a moment, absolutely stunned that this was the same man who had been methodically avoiding you for weeks. And now he gave you the shirt off his back and is turning around to give you privacy? Slowly you remove your soaking apparel and replace it with Simons still warm shirt and your shorts. His shirt is more of a dress on you. You sigh softly and he turns around.

His pupils dilate at the sight of you in his shirt. He rounds to the other side of your bed before motioning for you to lay down, and climbs in behind you. The warmth of him radiating and heating up your chilled bones. “Get some rest, it’s alright” he whispers, leaning over and placing a kiss on your temple before you drift off into the most restful sleep you think you’ve ever had.

[buckyhad]

Damn it Buck

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Tasm!Peter Parker and ExBoyfriend!Peter Parker x reader

Tw: age-gap, threesome, oral(m receiving), p in v, sending someone a sex video without consent, idk what else

I couldn't stop thinking about Sebastian and Andrew together so what best that add some spice and make it Bucky and Peter.

"He sent me a video kissing fucking Mj! Can you believe it?!" You huffed sitting on the couch beetwen Bucky and Peter 2.

What was Peter 2 doing with Bucky and why were you so mad about a video of Peter and Mj? Well, after Peter opened the multiverse and blah blah, Peter 2 decided to stay in your universe, he met Buck and the rest of the guys.

And about the Mj part, Peter 1 was your boyfriend before the big memory wipe, he confessed his love for his best friend, thinking both of you would forget it.

Peter looked like he has see a ghost after he realised non of your group forget about what happend. So when you ended your relationship he asked to still be friends, and everything was fine until he started dating Mj.

You pretended that he showing you how much he loved his new perfect girlfriend didn't bother you. But it did.

Thats what take us back to the couch.

"What's wrong with that little bunny?" Bucky asked while hugging you.

"You said it was okay with you that he was with Mj" Peter reminded you smirking.

"IT WAS! Till he sent a video kissing her!" You frowned, it was obviously wrong that he sent you that video.

"And what did you answered?" Buck asked.

"Nothing, just left him on seen".

"Send a video back" Peter joked.

"Yeah about what?" You rolled your eyes already annoyed that they didn't take you seriously.

"I don't know, maybe kissing the best friend you say he shouldn't worry and someone he look up to" Pete gave you a heated look.

"How did you know about the Bucky thing?" You said trying to ignore the heat that you started to feel.

"Peter told me, he says everything to me" Peter shrugged.

"Fine, lets do it then" Bucky said while rubbing his hand and smiling.

You grabbed your phone and touched the camera, recording while you kissed Peter and Bucky kissed your neck.

You left the phone on the couch while shifting to kiss Bucky.

Peter started to undo your jeans.

You were on all four sucking Peter's cock while Bucky was pounding you from behind when your phone started ringing.

"Fuck, g-give me that" you moaned.

Bucky passed you the phone smirking when reading Peter 1 on the screen. "God what does he want".

"Hel..." you couldn't even finish your word before Peter interrumpted.

"Why the fuck did Barnes send me a video of him fucking you while you sucked Peter's dick?!" He screamed.

"Bye" You tossed the phone.

"Damn it Buck, he isn't going to leave me alone now".

[ofsavior]

If the Alicein storyline is Alice in Wonderland, I'm starting to wonder if Tsurugi is supposed to be the Cheshire cat.

Tsurugi just pspspspsps ghost of exboyfriends past, kuni-chan.

[sporadicarbitergardener]

October 3, 2023

Even as a woman who knows how to rap and sing holding your head up means each day trying something new. Learning natural remedies to get by and survive.

Letting go of the past helps to rebuild a future. Love will never have a title, or even a label on it. Love covers multitude of sins because well love is a big thing and everyone wants soemthing from you.

Your own family will even take from you for their own blessings. Nots a child's father though because well not even for a new woman. My life will Never go into another womans pockets to benefit her. Thats what you call a string theroy. Another female will do anything she can to build a case on a man or even manipulate about a mans past as well. Its crazy. Females lie and do as they are coached by even their own mommas because of groups, packs etc. I raised alot of wolves, thats the oath as a God mother. No matter what anyone says to me . I know my life and I view things . Sometimes we all do a job without getting paid because well even working 2 jobs with a child on my hip was easy for me. Truth women are suppose to stay home. RIght now its the year for women to reflect and fall back and chill out because alot of women like to be messy and evil. To get back at ex boyfriends or even the baby mommas of a cukoo babys father. Lawyers are drawing up and even sueing and talking shit because money became the rue of all evil. Sometimes you have to even watch your exboyfriends back . Love is there with loyalty. Loyalty is huge. Bigger than what any check can buy. My father always carried a wait on his shoulder and well im carrying it as well.

Love is confusing but reflecting on my dads past back with Mrs. Karen Smith my old counselor Mrs. Katherine Blankenship "found". Who always kept notes of my life she translated my way of expressing how I seen ghost to my father.

Momma Kat even looked at him worried as well. He looked at me and said "Her momma played with playing cards."

Glenn Ray Seymour never raped me or used me he actually always gave me money behind momma cats back because she kept his ass straight and always in check. She always felt that I hated her when I didn't maturing and getting older before he got arrested July 22, 2009 I remember seeing her lock herself in the room because my dad was having addiction issues. He broke her heart, and trust. When they investigated his case she asked me if I wanted to stay in her custody because she did love me. Now that I am off the meth and being very honest not caring anymore because at the end of the day truth is needed. Love is seen differently now and getting older. Looking into how I see things differently getting older it brings pain I never realized because sometimes its amazing that my dad had her as a wife as well she was trying her best to keep him away from things that felt toxic best of her knowledge. I was a asshole back in 2017 when my grandmother " Jackie Lachney died and I blew up on this women as well. Her wisdom she taught me really has hit me again. I was always wise with my father's money because I even thought about my two other baby brothers future.

Thats love from a far. Money can't replace a father.

Or even a mother. Really realizing blood will never matter when I reflect. If my daddy wasn't silly and trying to be something different he would have never got in trouble. Before the age of 12 children can see ghosts. Yeah, when a women says she can feel spirits or see ghosts makes the eye of even men look at women crazy because of spirituality reasoning.

No matter what we do even as a baby momma , your suppose to watch from a distance over family because knowing alot of people can be scary . Now when its blood. Noone has the right to say fuck because family is family and man or woman either need to learn to adapt to the family or get the hell because as life goes on love will never be forgotten. I was always taught keep your head up. Pain hurts and emotions over turmoil alot but that is why there is techniques that you pick up on life to let that pain out because no matter what anyone says. Family means no matter what . Vengeance is evil. Thats why as life goes on . You learn to let things go because you never really know who really has your back behind a screen.

[justineblim-blog]

Ghost from the past

I burried you together with my old self. I know I did. But here you are. You manage to break my serenity. Your presence, like a wraith in the middle of the night, signals peril. The last thing I remember about you is an image of a man raging with hate and anger ready to kill by your words.

You said you came in peace. That you understand now and you are sorry. My dear, I wish I could find significance in your words in this state of my life. I have forgotten you. Like the withered petals of the flowers you gave me that I kept inside a book. Like your letter at the back of the frame of my picture that you used to have in your room. I have forgotten you like the pieces of clothes I left in your house. Like my favorite book on your bedside table. All the cruel and ruthless words you said that night.

How I wish they still matter. The girl you loved longed for those words. And now she's gone. Dead and gone.

Say your sorry to her.

[radiantroope]

Do You Trust Me? || JJ Maybank

pairing: jj x reader

mentions: john b, kiara, pope

requested: yes, i don’t have the exact request because it’s over on @maybanksbitch

summary: jj finds out you’ve never had sex. being the loving best friend that he is, he offers to show you what you’ve been missing.

warnings: swearing, underage drinking, mentions of peer pressure, fluff, protected sex (no glove, no love), very detailed and graphic fluffy smut

wc: idfk but it’s LONG

a/n: well, here it is! the end’s kinda shitty but honestly, i needed to finish this instead of going back to it on and off for a week. this is unedited because it’s long as hell and i’m lazy.

masterlist | add yourself to my tag list

* not my gif. if it’s yours, please let me know so i can give you proper credit!

It was a lazy day at the Chateau for you and the Pogues. Everyone was debating on what to do for the day. John B suggesting surfing, Pope suggested fishing, Kiara desperately wanted to go swimming since it was blistering hot out. You and JJ were the only two who seemed keen on staying in. You’d rather sit around drinking and playing dumb games.

You sat with Kiara and John B in a half circle of old, stained lawn chairs. Pope and JJ were playing their favorite game that you called ‘Balance’. The one where you try and knock the other person off balance by pushing their shoulder. They were both holding strong, neither one leaning too far with each push.

Somehow you’d all gotten on the topic of hookups. JJ glanced your way and caught your eye for half a second. He’d been your best friend since you were in diapers, of course he knew you didn’t hookup with, well, anyone. The other Pogues didn’t know that though.

“Remember Fallon?” John B asked the group, sending JJ a sinister smile.

“Oh my God, she was obsessed with JJ!” Kiara shrieked through laughs.

You couldn’t help but laugh too, earning a glare from the blonde headed boy. Everyone remembered the crazy redhead who spent everyday at the Chateau looking for JJ.

“That was the first and only time we’ve ever had to lock the doors,” Pope recalled the memory, laughing when JJ shoved his shoulder harder.

“Oh, don’t think I don’t remember Crystal,” JJ teased, pointing a John B. “Or Brad,” he added and turned to Kiara with a raised eyebrow.

“God he still texts me,” Kiara muttered, shuddering at the memory of the Touron who practically fell in love with her last Summer.

“What about you, Y/N? We see the guys all over you at the parties. One ever stick?” Pope asked.

JJ’s jaw clenched at his question. He caught your eye yet again and almost fell over when Pope gave him a good push. You knew the blonde hated how guys treated you at parties. He was always there to get you out of those uncomfortable situations.

“Andrew,” you responded, feeling your chest tighten.

Your exboyfriend was a touchy subject. He dumped you after a year together when you still didn’t want to sleep with him. It never felt like the right time and at first he was okay with it, until he wasn’t. He tried to demand you sleep with him because that’s what couples do.

“He was your boyfriend, he doesn’t count,” John B said.

“I met him at a party though.”

“But he wasn’t just some hookup that became obsessed,” Kiara added.

“He was an asshole and friends with Rafe. Let’s leave it at that,” JJ intervened and gave up on the game with Pope.

The blonde walked over to you and instead of taking the empty chair between yourself and John B, he plopped himself right on your lap. You huffed and wrapped your arm around his middle when he leant back against you. You brought your bottle of Budweiser up your lips, giggling as some of the cold condensation dripped on JJ’s bare shoulder and he shivered.

The conversation changed quickly after that. JJ was protective of you and they all knew if they continued, they’d never hear the end of it. No one wanted to be on that end of JJ’s anger.

Eventually, it was decided that John B, Pope and Kiara would take the HMS Pogue our for a ride. Where they ended up was unknown, but they needed to get out of the house.

“Y’all coming?” John B asked as he stood up and stretched.

“Nah, I think we’re gonna hang back,” JJ answered for the both of you, though you weren’t complaining. You missed the days where it was just you and him. It would be nice to spend some quality alone time with your best friend for the first time in forever.

“Suit yourselves, you two have fun,” the brunette shrugged and went to follow your other two friends down the dock.

“But not too much fun!” Pope quickly called, pointing two fingers at his eyes then back at you.

JJ rolled his eyes and sent Pope his middle finger while you laughed. They all teased you two for being so close. They insisted that you were soulmates and just blind to it. You’d be lying if you didn’t feel some type of way towards the blonde, but you always pushed those feelings away. Soulmates could be best friends, right? They didn’t always have to be lovers.

“Okay, my legs are numb. Please get up,” you patted JJ’s stomach and let out a grunt as he stood.

JJ grabbed the chair John B had been sitting in and pulled it over so he could sit in front of you. He leaned forwards and rested his elbows on his knees, hands reaching out and grabbing your free one. He toyed with the bracelets on your wrist and tightened the ones that were coming loose.

You could tell his brain was at work with the way his crystal blue eyes glazed over. He wasn’t really even paying attention to what he was doing. You wanted to ask him what he was thinking about but also didn’t want to ruin the comforting moment. The rough pads of his thumbs started massaging gently into the top of your hand as his eyes flickered up to your face.

“I have a question. You don’t have to answer, obviously, but I’d like to know,” the blonde broke the silence with his soft voice.

You raised an eyebrow in response, giving him the indication to continue.

“I know you don’t hookup with people at parties, but I’ve also never heard you talk about Andrew in that way,” JJ started, causing your heart rate to increase. You knew where he was going with this. “Are you...have you-have you ever had sex?”

You mouth went dry at the blonde’s question. He may have been your best friend, but that wasn’t something you disclosed with him. Your friends may have been comfortable with expressing their sexual endeavors but not you. You let people think what they wanted and didn’t really care if it was true.

Your lack of response made JJ nervous. He didn’t want to pressure you into talking about something you didn’t want to. He couldn’t care less wether you had sex or not, he was just curious. “You can tell me anything, Y/N. You know I won’t judge you,” he added.

“I know, I know,” you told him, twisting your hand to hold the blonde’s. The tiniest smiled curled at the corner of his lips.

“I, um, yeah, no,” you stumbled over your words, cheeks heating up under JJ’s intense stare. “I’ve never had sex.”

“Not even with Andrew?”

You shook your head and let out a small laugh, avoiding his gaze and staring out at the water. “It never felt right with him. He dumped me because I wouldn’t,” you explained, feeling his grip tighten on your hand. “And I hate the idea of drunk, meaningless hookups too. It’s not like I don’t want to have sex, of course I do, just not like that.”

JJ’s bright eyes watched the way your index finger tapped against the neck of your beer bottle. His gaze trailed up your arm and stopped on your lips. He could see that you were chewing on the inside of your bottom lip. He watched your eyes flicker across the horizon, sparkling with the sun’s reflection. Your hair blew over your shoulder in the warm breeze.

“Do you trust me?” your blonde best friend caught your attention with his question.

You turned and met his stare, eyebrows furrowing a bit. You answered, “Of course I do. More than anyone in the world.”

“Would you let me make you feel good? Show you what you’ve been missing?” JJ was calm and collected on the outside, but on the inside his heart was hammering against his chest.

You didn’t know what to say at first. You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about it. JJ was hands down, the most attractive guy on the island, in your opinion. And you knew him in a way other people didn’t. You didn’t know how you hadn’t already taken the dive and fallen in love with him sooner. With the way he was looking at you right now, it started to seem like a possibility.

The pads of JJ’s fingers started to ghost up and down your arm slowly, causing a shiver to run through you. He tilted his head and questioned you, “Y/N?”

You took a gulp of your beer to ease your nerves and set it in the cup holder of the chair. Breathing in deeply through your nose, your e/c eyes fell on his sapphire ones yet again. You head bobbed as you nodded and small smile spread across your lips, saying, “Yeah.. yeah, okay.”

JJ stood up and pulled you up as well with the hands holding yours. He interlocked you’re fingers and led you the short distance up to the Chateau. With each step your heart started to beat faster. You grasped the blonde’s hand tighter to try and keep yourself from shaking. He smiled over his shoulder at you as you crossed the threshold into the house.

The blonde’s hand left yours once you’d entered the spare bedroom. You turned and shut the door, flipping the lock into place just in case the Pogues came back during your escapades. You turned around and tried not to ogle at JJ who had shed his shirt in the few seconds you’d had your back to him.

A smirk curled on his lips as he sat down on the edge of the bed. You’d seen him shirtless thousands of times, but this was different. His eyes were a darker shade as he stared you down. A heat spread through your body as JJ used one finger to beckon you to him, a soft “C’mere” leaving his lips.

You took the few steps to the bed and stopped in front of him. His hands reached out and landed on your waist, pulling you in between his legs. He guided you down into his lap until you were straddling him. Your soft breaths mingled with his from the close proximity. Your hands found place on the warm skin of his bare shoulders.

“If it starts to be too much for you, just tell me to stop,” JJ’s voice was soft as he reached up and tucked your hair behind your right ear, “Okay?”

You nodded and gave him a small smile, whispering, “Okay.”

JJ’s pointer finger hooked under your chin and pulled your lips to his. He tasted like beer with a hint of mint and his lips were a bit chapped. He could taste your cherry chapstick and a soft hum left him. Your fingers slid their way around his neck and into the soft waves on the back of his head.

The blonde’s hands found your waist again as he pulled you closer. Your head tilted, deepening the kiss as you felt his tongue swipe your bottom lip. You obliged and allowed your lips to part, tongues dancing together. Your head was spinning. Never did you think you’d be kissing your best friend of sixteen years, nor that it would feel so good; so natural.

JJ’s fingers slipped under the material of your shirt, dancing against the soft skin of your hips. You pulled away from his lips, breathless. His eyes were soft as he gazed up at you and pushed his hands higher, your shirt moving with them. His hands sat on your ribs, thumbs stroking your skin.

“Can I take this off?” he whispered, eyes darting between both of yours, reading your expression to make sure you weren’t overwhelmed.

You bit down on your swollen bottom lip and nodded, holding your arms up as JJ removed the clothing. Your arms came back down, hands resting against his defined pecks as he took in your naked chest. It wasn’t unusual for you to not wear a bra. They were uncomfortable and itchy so you hardly ever wore one unless completely necessary.

“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” JJ breathed as his hands came up and cupped the mounds of flesh.

Your heart fluttered at the compliment, cheeks flushing and a smile spreading across your lips. JJ’s head dropped, nose nudging your jaw as you turned your head to the side. He pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck, sharp teeth gently nipping in certain spots. Your eyes slipped closed, breath hitching as he found your sweet spot and focused his mouth there.

His hands stayed on your chest, squeezing your breasts softly. He pinched one of your nipples between his thumb and pointer finger. On the other side his thumb brushed over the peaked nub with the lightest touch. A soft moan escaped your lips at the sensations he was bringing you. Your body was getting hotter, a tingling feeling intensifying between your legs.

JJ lifted his head when he was satisfied with the marks littering your skin. He brought his lips back to yours in a hard kiss, tongue immediately pressing it’s way into your mouth. His hands gripped your thighs as he turned the two of you abruptly.

Your back met the mattress and your lips seperated. He was settled between your legs, hands on both sides of your head. He took in the way your pupils were blown, parted lips puffy from the pressure of his own. Your hair was sprawled around you as short pants left your body. A smile tugged at his lips as he leant down to kiss you again. JJ was starting to think he didn’t care if you were the only girl underneath him for the rest of time.

His lips didn’t stay on your for long, wet kisses being pressed down your neck and chest. You watched him kiss his way down your stomach to the hem of your shorts. His eyes flickered up to yours in question as his fingers lingered around the button.

Your head moved in a single nod and that’s all it took for the boy to undo your shorts and pull them off, your underwear going with them. You felt shy under JJ’s hungry gaze as he dropped your clothing onto the floor. Your thighs went to clamp shut but he put his hands on your knees to stop you.

“Is it too much?” the blonde asked, staring up at you.

“No, no,” you responded quickly and smiled softly, putting a hand over the side of your burning face. “S’just no one’s ever seen me like this before.”

JJ smiled at you and glided his hands up your thighs, leaning down to kiss the inside of your knee. He started to trail his lips up the inside of your thigh slowly, eyes still locked on yours. “You’re beautiful,” he told you again against your skin.

You bit your lip to hide your grin and shifted as he pushed your legs open wider. JJ laid down flat on his stomach in between your legs, nearly moaning as his painfully hard cock brushed against the mattress through his board shorts. His eyes flickered up to your face and remained there as he leaned forward and tested the waters, tongue dragging through your folds slowly.

A soft gasp left your lips at the foreign feeling. The bottoms of your feet pressed further into mattress. JJ repeated the action a few more times, the drag of the velvety muscle against your clit sent jolts of electricty through your body. His middle finger came proding at your entrance, slipping in with ease.

He pumped the single digit and slid his ring finger in beside it after a minute. A soft noise of discomfort left your parted lips. JJ wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked softly to distract from the feeling. There was no stopping the smirk on his lips when a sharp moan left you as he curled his fingers. His tongue flicked at your sensitive bundle nerves and your fingers grasped onto the sheets tighter, another moan leaving your mouth.

“Ah, shit,” you hissed, face scrunching in discomfort as he added a third finger.

JJ looked up at you and then focused his mouth on your quivering inner thighs, trying to ease the pain. “I know, I know. But I’ve gotta make sure you’re good ‘n stretched so it’ll hurt less,” he cooed.

You nodded twice and breathed slowly as you willed your body to relax. JJ’s mouth came down and found your clit again. He swirled his tongue as he began pumping his fingers again. He was pleased to hear your whimpers turn back into moans.

The blonde pulled away when he figured you were stretched enough. He wanted nothing more than to have you cum around his fingers, then his cock, but he thought it might be too much for you. A soft whine came from the back of your throat when his fingers left you and he chuckled.

JJ came to a standing position beside the bed and undid the strings on his shorts. He pushed them down and kicked them off, dick standing hard and proud once it was free. He didn’t miss the way your eyes widened and you nervously swallowed as you eyed him.

“I know it looks intimidating,” JJ started, feeling proud that you were impressed. “But you’ll be okay.”

“JJ, you’re gonna rip me in half with that,” you stated, completely serious.

A loud laugh came from the blonde as he bent down and grabbed a condom from the box stored under the bed. He stood back up and crawled onto the bed, silver foil packet clutched between his fingers.

“That’s not gonna happen, baby, promise,” the nickname directed at you rolled off his tongue and your stomach flipped. You’d always teased each other with names like that but it was different in this sense.

You watched silently as JJ ripped open the condom package. His hands shook the slightest bit as he rolled it on and let out a puff of air from the little contact his erection received. He shuffled closer to you on his knees and hooked his hands under the backs of your thighs, pushing them towards your chest. You bit down on your bottom lip as you felt the head of his cock brush your entrance.

“Ready?” the blonde asked, bright eyes meeting yours. His thumb rubbed gently on the back of your thigh as if to tell you it’s okay to back out now.

You nodded in response and let out a deep breath through your nose. Your hand reached down and gripped onto JJ’s wrist that had your leg held back. He gave you a small smile then looked down between your bodies, free hand helping guide his length into your entrance.

Your mouth fell open, hand squeezing onto his wrist tighter as he pushed into you slowly, inch by inch. JJ’s jaw clenched as your pussy gripped him like a vice. He put the hand that was free on your hip and paused.

“Relax, Y/N, you gotta relax,” he groaned out, resisting the urge to plunge into you like he was used to.

“I’m trying,” you whimpered, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

“Breathe,” JJ told you, “Breathe through it, baby.”

You sucked in a shaky breath through your nose and let it out your mouth, repeating the action until your muscles started unwinding. The muscular boy above you huffed when he felt you unclench around him. He pressed forward again until his thighs were pressed against the back of your own.

He stayed like that, letting you adjust, drawing soothing circles against your skin as he waited. He looked up to your face and saw you had your eyes clenched shut. His hand came up and caressed the side of your face, thumb brushing underneath your eye.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

You swallowed thickly and opened your eyes to look up at him. He was staring down at you in worry but his eyes were filled with nothing but adoration. The whole scenario was making your head spin.

You were laying there, stuffed full for the first time with your best friend’s cock. What?

“Y-Yeah,” you managed to respond, feeling breathless under his stare. “You can move.”

JJ put the hand that was on your face beside your head, leaning his weight on it as he hovered over you. He pulled out slowly then pressed back in. He pushed your leg back farther with the other hand and thrust his hips again.

It was an agonizingly slow pace, you knew that much, but he was taking his time with you and you’d never been so grateful. Anyone else probably wouldn’t have taken care of you the way JJ was. You couldn’t picture losing it to anyone else in that moment. He was the closest friend you had. He was your person.

JJ’s eyes moved between your face and down to where your bodies met repeatedly. He was entranced by seeing your tight walls grip him so deliciously, but also needed to make sure you were okay. He smirked slightly when he saw the crease inbetween your eyebrows disappear with each thrust and soft, pleasured noises started to leave your lips.

The blonde boy began thrusting faster, unable to contain the low groan that bubbled in his throat. Your hands moved up onto the back of his neck and wrapped around his bicep. Your blunt nails dug into his skin as you moaned louder, head tilting back and pressing into the mattress.

JJ readjusted his position, dropping to his elbows on both sides of you. You hiked your legs up on his hips, breath catching in your throat at the new angle. His cock made you feel so full, brushing against your g-spot with each stroke.

“Fuck, J,” you moaned out, fingers tangling in the hair on the back of his head.

The feeling JJ got when looked at you underneath him and you moaned for him was indescribable. A heat flooded his whole body. He wanted to be the one who made you feel good; the only one. The thought of anyone else seeing you like this infuriated him, but the feeling of your hand tugging on his hair brought him out of the trance.

“You’re doing so good,” he muttered, bending his head down to press kisses to your neck, “so good.”

JJ’s thrusts got harder, the head of his cock pressing up against that spot inside of you that made you see stars. You cried you, gripping onto him as he kept the pace, his mouth working more marks into your skin.

He didn’t think he could last much longer, not with how tight your pussy clenched around him every time he hit your spot, moaning his name in ear. He pushed his weight onto one arm and slid the other down between the two of you. He lifted his head and watched as your mouth fell open as soon as his fingers made contact with your clit. He rubbed in quick figure eights, working you up to your high.

“O-Oh shit,” you cursed, nails scratching against JJ’s shoulders as your back arched off the bed.

Your whole body was tingling, a tightening feeling coiling in the pit of your stomach. The rhythm of JJ’s thrusts never faltered. The sinful moan that tore through your throat as you came was music to the blonde’s ears.

“Fuck,” JJ gasped as you clenched around him, following you into euphoria with a moan of his own.

Your thighs shook, still hooked around his waist as you came down from your high. Your arms were still wrapped around his shoulders as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. The two of stayed like that for a few minutes, letting your heavy breaths return back to normal.

Eventually, JJ pulled out of you slowly, causing a small hiss to leave your lips. He climbed off the bed and went to dispose of the condom in the bathroom trash quickly. When he entered the room again, you were climbing under the covers, wrapping yourself in the blankets. You had a hazy look in your eyes and a dopey smile on your face.

“Was it everything you thought it would be?” JJ asked as he climbed under the covers beside you.

The two of you faced each other on the bed, heads nuzzled against the pillows. You hummed softly, eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion washed over you.

“Better,” you muttered in response, cracking your eyes open to peak at your best friend once again.

He was staring at you, soft smile adorning his lips as his eyes trailed over your face. He scooted closer to you and wound an arm around your waist. He pulled you against his chest and pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head. His fingers trailed lazy patterns up and down your spine, lulling you into the best sleep you’d ever have.

“I love you,” JJ whispered, knowing you were deep in dreamland by now.

The blonde didn’t sleep, he just laid there and held you, replaying what just happened in his mind over and over again. He saw you in a different light; a light that he never wanted to burn out. Laying there holding you, butterflies fluttering happily in his stomach, all he could do was smile.

The two of you were definitely going to be having a long conversation on how to move forward when you woke up.

[marie-hoe]

What you Mean to me

Frank (E,B) x Reader

Words: 1113

Warnings: smut, 18+, exboyfriend!Frank, unprotected sex

Masterlist

Your breathing was shallow as you stood between a flock of guys, all trying to hit on you and take you home, but your focus was trained on Frank.

Your ex-boyfriend, who broke up with you after getting freaked out with how strongly he felt for you... the weak-willed Frank.

It had been a couple of months since you broke up and you hadn’t seen him at all and assumed he hadn't thought of you either, yet here you both stood, eyes undressing one another and people pining after the both of you.

You gave the man in front of you a soft smile, hand on his chest as you giggled at whatever the fuck he was saying. Frank watched from across the pool, jaw tightening and hand closing in on his cup at the embrace.

The night went on in this manner: you fake flirting with the men obviously flirting with you, and Frank doing the same. Both of you desperately attempting to make the other jealous— to let the other person know what they were missing.

By the end of the night, you had gathered your coat to leave, and Frank ran behind you, fingers grabbing at your elbow to pull your attention to him. “(Y/N),” he said softly as you turned to look at him.

“Hey, Frank. How are you doing?” You asked, ignoring the fluttery feeling he gave you in your tummy and the fact the way he looked down at you made your pussy tingle.

He shook his head down at you, finger dancing along your upper arm as he chuckled, “We’re not doing that gross ex thing,” he said abruptly, leaning you to give him a tight-lipped smile not knowing what else there was to say. “You look good, it’s been so long. Yeah, you look great too. It’s good to see you, good to catch up,” he rambled on, mocking how the conversation would have played out.

You inhaled deeply, eyes glued to his gaze on you as you shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know what else to say then, Frank.”

His eyes narrowed as they looked you over, fingertips trailing up your arm to the back of your neck. The slight ghosting of his touch made goosebumps raise over your skin, a shiver sent down your spine as he brought his tongue out to lick his lips. He leaned his face closer to yours, only a few inches of air mixed with sexual tension separating your faces as your breath hitched in your throat.

He chuckled softly, a smirk playing on his lips as he whispered in your ear, “You may not know what to say, but your body is giving you away, sweet girl.”

You took a deep breath, looking up into his eyes as you brought a hand to his lower back, pulling him closer to you as you closed the gap between the two of you. Frank’s lips molded with yours, the faint taste of cigarettes mixing with the malt liquor he had in his cup earlier.

You pulled your head back to look at him, holding back a whimper as his teeth clasped around your bottom lip and pulled it as you looked at him. “You should take me home.”

He smirked down at you, tangling his fingers in your hair as he glanced up at the men who were hoping to hear those words from you instead. He laughed at the men, lowering his face back down to yours as he kissed you passionately, tongue slipping in your mouth as you let a moan escape.

“Come on sweet girl.”

Frank had you pressed against the back of the door as soon as the both of you made it across the threshold. His hand pinning you against the door while the other cupped your cheek as his tongue mixed with yours. You arched your back as your arms wrapped around his neck, leg wrapping around his waist as he got the hint and pulled you into his arms.

You moaned against his lips as you pushed your hips down against his, feeling his hard cock against your core. He spun you around, carrying you to his bed where he laid you down gently, lips trailing down your body.

His lips kiss every inch of your skin on their way down your body as his fingers inched your dress over your hips, exposing your belly as his nimble fingers wrapped around your flimsy excuse of panties and pulled them down your legs.

He leaned away from you, standing above you as he smiled down at you. You giggled softly, bringing your legs together to cover yourself as a blush crept up your cheeks. Frank brought his hands to your knees, pulling them back apart as he leaned his face down to yours, lips leaving a soft kiss on yours.

"Missed your sweet body so much, sweet girl?" He whispered against your neck, tongue swiping along your earlobe. You giggled at him, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold him down to you.

He made quick work of his pants as his lips connected with yours. You felt his cock press against your wet entrance, moaning as he teased you. He rubbed his hard-on against your cunt, teasing your clit with his head before plunging himself into you.

You were both moaning messes. Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging softly against the roots as his hips plowed against yours at a rhythmic pace.

"Fuck, Frank," you moaned as his teeth nipped at your jaw, his hands pulling you impossibly close by your hips.

A hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit as he rubbed soft circles on your bundle and grumbled against your ear, "Gonna fill you up, sweet girl."

You groaned at the words, hips grinding to meet his as you raced to meet your orgasm. He let out quiet groans as he felt you convulsing under his touch, pussy clenching around his length as your orgasm washed over your body.

A white-hot release flooded around him, making him groan as he came in you, his hands grabbed your hips roughly as he pulled you down onto his cock.

Your lips peppered kisses along his face as he gasped for breath, trying to level himself out before chuckling as he pulled out of you and laid beside you.

"You know how much you mean to me, sweet girl?" Frank mumbled from beside you, thumb tracing lightly along your face as he stared over at you in adoration.

You hummed a soft response, leaning your face against his touch as you whispered, "I still love you too, Frank."

[beomglocks]

welcome to the badlands

<<a/n : badlands masterlist. send ask to be added to this ml! excited to release the badlands series bc ive been working on it for a very long while!! ofc all the stories are based off halsey’s 2015 album badlands bc arguably my fav album from any artist ever??? anyways enjoy! maybe some stories are linked maybe they’re not hehehe>>

“a desert wasteland surrounds the city, keeping the inhabitants of The Badlands captive.”

survival tips :

1. resist the temptations

2. repeat after me: I AM A HUMAN BEING

3. be present

4. take control

5. if you manage to escape...KEEP RUNNING.

“those are the badlands..we don’t go there..”

❄️ fluff

⚡️angst

🔥 smut / suggestive

castle : “already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it”

<<read here>>

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hold me down : “i sold my soul to a three piece and he told me i was holy”

<<read here>>

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new americana : “survival of the richest, the city's ours until the fall. they're monaco and hamptons bound, but we don't feel like outsiders at all”

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drive : “all we do it’s drove, all we do is think about the feelings that we hide. all we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign, sick and full of pride”

<<read here>>

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hurricane : “im a wanderess, im a one night stand don’t belong to no city, don’t belong to no man”

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roman holiday : “and we know that we're headstrong and our hearts gone and the timings never right, but for now let's get away on a roman holiday”

<<read here>>

⚡️ | (mentions of exboyfriend!soobin x reader x storeworker!yeonjun)

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ghost : “my ghost where’d you go? i can’t find you in the body sleeping next to me”

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colors : “you're drippin like a saturated sunrise. you're spillin like an overflowing sink. you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece”

<<read here>>

❄️⚡️ | (museum curator!taehyun x fem!reader)

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colors || : “everything is blue ; i hope you make it to the day your 28 years old”

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strange love : “we wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night but the ending is the same every damn time”

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coming down : “i found god, i found him in a lover ; i found the devil, i found him in a lover”

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haunting : “cause I've done some things that I can't speak and I tried to wash you away, but you just won't leave”

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gasoline : “and all the people say: you can't wake up, this is not a dream. you're part of a machine, you are not a human being”

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control : “im bigger than my body, im colder than this home, im meaner than my demons, im bigger than these bones”

<<read here>>

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young god : “do you feel like a young god? you know the two of us are just young gods. and we'll be flying through the streets with the people underneath”

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i walk the line : “for you I know I'd even try to turn the tide because you're mine, i walk the line”

<<read here>>

<<taglist>>

[vigilantetendencies]

Continuation of Haesel and Jaden from here.

Haesel had been fearing the text that would come later.

It was ironic; Of all the things he had seen that night he was scared of his nymphomaniac incubus exboyfriend.

Try saying that ten times fast.

When his phone went off, as expected immediately at 8PM when Trick-Or-Treating ended, he was in the middle of flicking off the porch light. He looked at the lit up phone sitting on a small table just inside his door and bit his lip while picking it up.

[Jaden: I miss you.]

Haesel felt his face flush, hands shaking.

[Haesel: It's been years, Jaden, don't do this. Please.]

[Jaden: Don't do what? You miss me, too, Haesel. I know you better than anyone, I know that look.]

Haesel threw the phone onto the couch, watching it bounce and get lost in the lopsided cushions and pillows.

"You feel upset," a voice called from the other room. It was a strange way to word it, you feel upset, but Haesel was used to it. He forced the anxiety and sadness from his face as he watched a vaguely transparent form peek around the doorway that led to the kitchen, golden eyes peering at him worriedly.

"No way, it's Halloween, how could I be upset, Victor?" Haesel padded over to the kitchen, fuzzy ghost socks making his footsteps gentle against the floor.

"You're right, who am I kidding?" The transparent boy grinned, leaning closer to peck Haesel on the cheek. "You wanna throw a movie on?"

"Corpse Bride?"

"Aww, you know me so well!"

Haesel forced a small smile onto his features as he nodded lightly and padded back toward the couch to pick up the remote.

I know you better than anyone

He thought again about Jaden's text, glancing toward the kitchen. Victor was...amazing. He was kind, productive, giving, and being a good lover came with the fact he was a 150 year old ghost...he had time to practice.

But Jaden had always read him like an open book. He saw through the awkward laughter, nervous smiles, and the quiet retreats-

"Aaaaand done!" Victor came out of the kitchen, a plate of ghost, Jack-o-Lantern, and zombie cookies in hand. "The zombie is Ellen, the Jack-o-Lanterns are Klide, and the ghosts..." He picked one off the plate and pressed it to Haesel's lips. "I think you can guess." He winked, Haesel chuckling as he bit the cookie and took it with his mouth.

"You're sweet," Haesel stated jokingly.

"Mm, good, I'd let you eat me any day." Again Victor winked and Haesel felt his face heat up impossibly, nearly choking as he swallowed down his next bite of cookie. It made Victor howl with laughter, setting the plate down on the coffee table before sitting beside his boyfriend.

Haesel's text tone went off and Victor went to search for the phone, Haesel shaking his head.

"Don't worry about it, my mom opened one of those scam texts and now her phone keeps sending me stuff."

"I will never understand technology. Not really." Victor sighed, pulling Haesel close as their movie started.

As much as he adored the movie he couldn't stop thinking about Jaden.

Victor shifted, fingers running into Haesel's hair to toy with his locks gently.

...No.

He couldn't do that to Victor.

[senor-cummies]

I just realized I have 18 19 22 24 25 29 revalink aus....

Morning Glory- coffee shop au, fake dating, modern au

Move Ahead and Bloom At Last- Mafia au, flower shop au, modern au

This Just In- Newscaster au, modern au

It's Elementary, My Dear- Businessman!Revali x Elementary School teacher!Link, modern au

All You Can Eat (and more)- baker!Link x critic! Revali, modern au

The Right Cut- Model!Link x Celebrity Hairstylist!Revali, modern au

The Devil Wears Prada (and God Wears Dolce)- Fashion CEO!Revali x Intern/Assistant!Link, modern au

Blinding lights- Businessman!Revali x Stripper/Male escort!Link, modern au

Ricochet, You take your aim- self indulgent smut fic in which Link has a mad case of degradation kink. Modern au.

You leave these marks around my neck- Revali is a krav maga instructor at the local self defense school, Link is his least favorite student with a disgustingly obvious crush on him, and even more obvious masochism kink. (Modern au)

There ain't no motive for this crime- Detective!Revali x Murderer/Criminal!Link, modern au

Shot in the heart- assassin!revali x prince!link. Instead of killing him, revali "kidnaps him" out of pity and deposits him somewhere in the middle Faron. His concience, however, isn't clear after that and he forces himself to let the prince tag along love ensues

Into The Thick of It- a/b/o and mpreg

Send Me On My Way- that slow slow burn. Revali gets turned into a Hylian bc he's low key racist and link helps him get turned back into a rito.

Agony, Mine Far Greater Than Yours- prince!link, arranged marriage au, egregiously slow slow burn

Blind Eye- that Yiga au I mentioned once and never talked about again. It's also technically a fix it fic I guess and also such slow burn there's barely even a fire.

Anonymity- prince!link au, bounty hunter!Revali, more of an enemies with benefits to lovers

The Diary of Link- technically a fix it fic but also not, lots of angst, ~ghost sex~

Edit- 6/15/21

19. In The Name of Science- a seemingly regular revalink fic except link is an ornithologist.(One of those 'the champions survived 100 years trapped inside the divine beasts. How? Bc I fuckin said so ok???' fix it fics)

Edit- 6/17/21 (i have problem lol)

20. Nyctophobia- prince!link x revali. Link fakes his own death and dissapears. Revali, sceptical of the royal investigation's results, does his own search for the prince and ends up finding him. Tearing bokoblins to ribbons in his underwear.

21. a rose by any other name (the perfume and the pricks the same)- princelink au. zelda, being the observant little shit she is, can't help but notice link and revali's mutual pining and decides to get their inevitable relationship over and done with by placing Revali as the Hylian prince's personal knight. She knows more than anyone how much tension filled alone time that'll give them.

22. Lights. Camera. Action. - modern au, camboy!link x shameful follower!revali. ~and they were roomates~ they find out due to hilariously embarassing circumstances the true identity of each other lol.

Edit- as of 7/9/21 23.

23. A Bit of a Posture- modern au. Revali is a world famous ballerino. He's casted as Albrécht (Loys) in the Central Hyrule Opera House' production of Giselle. Sidon, a close friend of his, is cast as Hilarion, and some mystery ballerina who they've yet to meet is cast as Giselle. It isn't until their 4th rehearsal 'Giselle' shows up and who is it but none other than Revali's least favorite person, and exboyfriend, Link.

24. Head over Heels, Hand over Fist- Revali is probably one of the best figure skaters to have their blades touch the ice of Tabantha Tundra Skating and Hockey Rink. Despite the bullying he received as a young child, he's grown into a somewhat of a celebrity. And yet, despite all that, his title of 'The Best' is robbed from him by some ruffian, ill-mannered, city raised, hylian who moved into the apartment next to him.

Edit- 7/11/21

25. this one doesn't have a title yet lmao- modern au. Link is a veterinarian and one day he comes home to his window open and a wounded hawk on his kitchen table pecking at the remnants of his breakfast. He takes it in, names it Sheerow, and then one day he comes home to find his hawk a person, changing the bandage on his wing.

Edit- 01/25/23

Okay, so, uhm...

26. Fire On The Mountain- Link gets the master sword when he's really little and his father raises him in hebra to protect him from his destiny until he's an adult. unfortunately his father dies before then. Link befriends revali of a period of time and marries him. they have a kid and a half together before Revali ends up Vah Medoh's champion. Things™ happen on the road, and it is eventually revealed that Link is the hero of hyrule and has to fight the calamity *gasp*! Revali is very unhappy about this. (fix it fic, no one dies, though it does have a lot of angst one shots that were cut from it)

So anyway...

27. Asymptotic- modern human au. Revali is placed in charge of his nephew Tulin after his parents die in a horrible accident. Revali was fine with moving to Central Hyrule, as per the request of the kid's therapist. So long as nothing made loving there unbearable. Except of course there had to be something that made living there unbearable. Link was Tulin's math teacher. Link was also Revali's highschool sweetheart. Emphasis on the was, because Link dumped him two days before junior prom.

28/29. They only get one bc they're technically the same KIND of au, just two different fics? modern humans au. it's tattoos and flowers!

[jenoismydad]

Make Up

pairing: exboyfriend!Chenle x reader

genre: smut, soft sex, receiving(f), marking, unprotected sex, pwp 

summary: You bump into Chenle at a business party, where he takes you to a secluded room. Lets just say things go down from there.

requested by anon

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You entered the large building sticking close to your dad as unfamiliar faces began surrounding you. Despite hours and hours of protest, your dad had managed to drag you out to one of his annual business parties. You had attended one before, and that was one of the reasons you wanted to bail this one. But your dad had promised that you were going to have a good time. By good time he meant that you were going to stand by his side the entire time sipping on your glass of faux wine, aka cranberry juice, while you got bored out of your mind.

You were stood beside your father, a smile on your face as he droned on and on  about some investments with one of his colleagues. “D/n! It’s been a while since I’ve seen you last. How are things going with that new start up?”, another similarly dressed man said, patting your dad’s shoulder. Your dad beamed at the stranger, chuckling at him before replying, “Well just so you know, things are going quite smoothly.” The man scowled at him, quickly replacing it with a smirk. “Anyways, this is my daughter y/n. Y/n, this is Mr. Zhong.” Your dad introduced you to the older man. Mr. Zhong gave you a small smile, something about it throwing you off guard. You stared at him like a crazy person trying to figure out where you had seen that smile. It was oddly familiar and you almost had it until you were interrupted once again by another male. “Ah son your here!”, Mr. Zhong said, patting the new comer’s shoulder. “I kinda got stuck in traffic on the way here. But I made it eventually.”, his son spoke. You felt like you were hearing things. You had heard that voice before. Quiet a few times, more than you’d like to admit actually. “D/n, this is my son Chenle. Chenle, this is Mr. y/l/n and his daughter y/n.”

You froze, slowly bringing your gaze up only to be met with a pair of intimidating eyes. You looked between Mr. Zhong and Chenle. You definitely saw the resemblance now. No wonder Mr. Zhong looked so familiar to you. He was your ex boyfriend’s father. Actually, he was the very reason the your ex boyfriend had decided to break up with you. Apparently, Mr. Zhong and your father were competitors in business and he wouldn’t be too proud if he found of that his beloved son was having a love scenario with his enemy’s daughter.

You barely managed to smile at Chenle before dropping your gaze from his and nervously downing your drink. You grimaced at the bittersweet taste of the cranberry juice and licked your lips. “Someone’s going to turn out to be a great drinker huh?”, Mr. Zhong commented, earning a hearty laugh from your father. “She gets it from me.”, he said, patting your head lovingly. You laughed awkwardly, still not raising your head. “How about I go get you a refill?”, Chenle asked. “Umm, no thank you, I’m fine.”, you said, hiding behind your dad. “I insist.”, Chenle pressed. Your dad chuckled and pushed you towards him. “Go on y/n. He’s not going to bite you.”, your dad said, motioning for you two to go mingle. 

“Fine lets go.”, you mumbled, speeding away to the bar located on the other side of the large room. You pushed past a few people only to be dragged to the side. Before you knew it you were being pushed into the buildings elevator. “What the fuck?!”, you screamed, peeling Chenle’s hand off of your elbow. “Woah calm down. I just wanted to talk.”, he said, raising his hands up as you composed yourself. “Yeah then we could have done it at the bar. Why did you drag me into the elevator?”, you asked sassily. Chenle rolled his eyes. “As if you were going to talk to me down there. Also, I just wanted to go somewhere quieter.”, he said, leaning against the wall. You didn't say anything further, quietly following Chenle when the elevator door opened again. He lead you to a room, unlocking it with a key card the he swiftly planted in his pocket again. He held the door open for you, following after you entered. “What is this place?”, you asked, studying the interior. “Its a hotel room.”, he said, plopping down at the edge of the large bed. “No shit Sherlock. I’m asking why you had a key to it.”, you said, standing in the small hallway. Chenle chuckled and leaned back on his hands. “My dad owns this building. I just picked up whatever key there was at reception.”, he stated. “Were you planning to kidnap me and bring me here?”, you said, crossing your arms. “No. I was going to come here alone and play games on my phone.”, he said. You nodded, slightly surprised by his transparency.

A silence engulfed the room. You looked everywhere but him. Chenle on the other hand had his eyes fixated on you. They had never left you since the instant they had first seen you in the building. “You were acting so nervous and shy downstairs. Look at you being all feisty now.”, Chenle said, receiving a cold glare from you. “He definitely has something against my dad. But he doesn’t really seem as strict as you said he did.”, you said, changing the topic. Chenle sighed, “Unfortunately that’s only for my eyes to see.” You laughed light heartedly sitting down next to Chenle. He smiled at you, this time happily. 

“So.”, you perked up, facing him, “What’d you want to talk about?” Chenle shrugged. “Anything I guess.” You nodded slowly, thinking of something to ask him. “So have you met anybody new?”, he asked, cutting off your train of thought. You shook you head, laughing softly, “You?” “No. Not really.”, he said, laughing along with you. “Umm. How have you been coping?”, you asked awkwardly, playing with your fingers. “Its been fine. Hard at times, but overall manageable.”, Chenle revealed. It was your turn to speak. “Yeah same for me. Sometimes it's hard to fall asleep at night, because you know....”, you trailed off. Chenle understood what you meant and smiled sweetly at you. You returned the smile, taking your time to observe his features. It had been a while since you had last seen Chenle. And you weren’t going to lie, you missed him a lot. He had ended things quiet abruptly between you two, showing up at your door at 7 in the morning with an explanation of why he needed to break up with you, which left you confused more than heartbroken. He hadn’t been smiling that day, but he was today and it warmed your heart. 

“Y/n?”, Chenle asked, getting your attention. You waited for Chenle to ask you whatever it was he needed to ask, but he never did. Instead he crashed his lips onto yours, moaning softly as you let them mould with his. He grabbed the side of your face, tilting your head so that he could deepen the kiss. His mouth moved desperately against yours, tongue swiping at your bottom lip, begging you for entrance. You parted your lips, letting his tongue explore your mouth. You held onto his shoulders, pulling away to regain your breath. Chenle stared at you, lips red and swollen, before attacking your neck. He sucked harshly, nipping and licking the skin, surely leaving marks. You let out breathy moans, hands pulling Chenle closer. Chenle slipped his hands behind your back, pulling the zip of your dress down. You slipped your hands out of it, letting it fall down to your waist. Chenle pushed you down so that you were laying on the bed. He hooked his hands into your dress, tugging it down along with your panties. You kicked off your heels to that he could take them off completely. 

Chenle spread your legs, pushing you further up the bed so that he could settle between them. He placed small kisses on your thighs, moving closer and closer to you pussy. His lips ghosted over your core making you whimper. Chenle licked a stripe up your pussy, moaning as he dived in. He sucked your clit, occasionally nipping at it. You moaned uncontrollably, hips bucking involuntarily despite Chenle holding them down. “Fuck I missed this a lot. You taste so good y/n.”, Chenle spoke against your core, sending vibrations throughout your body. “I’m gonna cum soon.”, you said. Chenle’s tongue moved quickly against your clit, sucking your orgasm out of you. “Holy shit!”, you screamed, closing your legs around Chenle’s head as you came. He lapped up your juices, smiling as he hovered over you. He dipped his head down, kissing you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. He unclipped your bra and pulled it off of your body, tossing it somewhere in the room. He leaned back down to kiss you, playing with your breasts. You let your hands unbutton his dress shit, tugging it off of him so you could feel up his chest. Chenle placed a hand over your lingering ones, pulling away from you. “Are you ready to cum again?”, he asked,  wanting to make sure you weren’t still sensitive from your first orgasm. You nodded innocently, as Chenle tugged his trousers down along with his boxers, freeing his length. It slapped up against his stomach, already hard just from watching you cum. 

He spread your legs open, lining himself at your entrance before slowly pushing his dick in. You moaned softly as he filled you up, before thrusting back into you. Chenle held your waist tightly and began thrusting at a slow pace. You held onto his shoulders moaning freely now. “Shit you feel so good y/n.”, Chenle said with a grunt, picking up his pace. Your moans started getting louder than before and you pulled Chenle down, hugging him tightly as his thrusts started getting harder. The knot in your stomach started tightening making you clench around Chenle. He let his head fall in the nape of your neck as he started milking your orgasm out of you. Without warning you came, juices coating Chenle’s shaft as you let out the most delicious moan ever. Chenle grunted and came inside you, thrusting a few times before pulling out.

He collapsed beside you, panting as he regained his composure. You turned to face him, him doing the same. “I could get used to seeing this view again.”, he said with a small, but hearty laugh. You smiled and brushed his hair out of his sweat covered forehead. “What about that man down there?”, you asked, frowning slightly. “He’ll just have to put up with it.”

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[chickwiththepurpleguitar]

stack! stack! stack! 📚

sunnie loml /p

writer bot started repeating so I had to roll it a couple times lol but final numbers that I haven't talked about before were 1, 5, 16, and 27.

1. Alex comes out to Reggie FIRST-- ok this fic I've talked about a lot because it has been Fighting Me Forever. Recently, however, I realized it was trying to do too many things at once and cut it down so hopefully I'll be able to finish it relatively soon. Snippet under the cut.

5. cause there we are again in the middle of the night FINAL CHAPTER-- i don't want to spoil the ending here, but I'll put a snippet under the cut, although I might start it over cause this one has been fighting me too :(

16. bobby musical angst mwahahahaha-- prompt from the lovely @starlight-17011-a: The boys watch the musical Rent. Either they go to haunt Bobby and see him and Carrie watching it or the whole group is doing a family movie night. Bobby gets sad when certain songs or lines are sung. I don't have a lot more thoughts about this yet but. It will be sad :)

27. My Name Is Luke/Bobby Post-Orpheum-- THE OFFICIAL ALL TOO WELL SEQUEL FIC. I’ve had plans for this for literally ever but I can’t write it until I finish a bunch of other fics in this series. I forget how much I’ve told you about this before but basically. Present-tense 2020 scenes involving Luke reuniting with Trevor after he finds out the version of My Name Is Luke he recorded is made up of a bunch of really gay drafts Luke wrote and hid in the studio. Past-tense 95 scenes of BobbyRayRose ANGST. Julie being awkwardly like “heyyy uncle trevor... here’s your exboyfriend, he’s in my ghost band. now.... talk!” etc. It’ll be Long.

Send me a book emoji and I’ll tell you about one of my wips!

Alex comes out to Reggie snippet:

“This is the life, man,” Reggie says, grinning, his face and shirtfront splattered with rum raisin ice cream. “We should do this more often.”

Alex smiles, stirring his melting cup of lemon sorbet into yellow soup. He doesn’t actually like lemon very much, but the ice cream shop was out of raspberry, and Alex didn’t bring his Lactaid pills so he can’t gorge himself on mint chocolate chip ice cream like he wanted to. “We can’t bring Luke, though. Can you imagine him on this much sugar? He’d never sit down.”

Reggie laughs, throwing his head back and kicking his feet out through the air, and Alex gives him a little side-eyed glance, thinking maybe Reggie doesn’t need any extra sugar either.

It’s a good day. Sunny, and not too cold for February, even in L.A., and Alex can hear the Nutcracker music from Sara’s class filtering through the dance studio windows, and he’s comfortable, even if he is wearing a too-small hand-me-down suit from his older brother Ben, and his tie is a little too tight, and he’s got anxiety thrumming underneath his skin, making his hands twitch and his stomach hurt because he’s got secrets like a blood clot threatening to stop his heart.

But he always has secrets these days, from everyone but himself, and he likes Reggie, even if they don’t spend a whole lot of time together without Luke there to act as an over-enthusiastic buffer. He likes that Reggie knows when to joke and when to be serious, that he means everything he says even if what he says is a little silly, that he’s quick to love, slow to judge, and treats Alex’s anxiety as an emotion to curb and not a problem to fix.

Reggie is one of Alex’s best friends, just as much as Luke is. Alex likes Reggie, loves Reggie even (though he is very much decidedly not in love with Reggie), and he trusts Reggie—or at the very least he wants to.

But none of that changes the fact that Alex doesn’t know what possesses him to say, “Reg, I think I have a crush on Luke.”

Lukebobby sickfic chapter 7 snippet:

Luke blinks, taken aback by Bobby’s sudden intensity, by the tears brimming in his eyes. “Bobby—” he tries, but words quickly fail him. 

Bobby shakes his head and rubs a hand down his face, settling it back into an emotionless mask. “Forget it,” he mutters, backing away from Luke’s bed. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t—you need to rest, I—I should tell the guys you’re awake.”

“The guys are here?” Luke pushes himself up against his pillows, even as his ribs protest. 

Bobby checks his watch. “They should be back any minute, they drove back to the studio to get you some new clothes.”

“Who drove? Alex only has his learner’s permit.” 

Bobby waves a hand nonchalantly, still backing toward the door. “Yeah, but he already stole Reggie’s dad’s car to get to my place, so they figured neither of them could get grounded twice. It was a—it was a weird night, okay? I’m just gonna go get your doctor. Lie back down.”

[strangerthingsharrington]

Can’t Fight This Feeling

-20-

A/N - Sorry for the wait, I had writers block for this one, which is why it really isn’t the best. But I wanted to get it out before it got too far away from me!

We were all silently looking around the group after Hopper stormed off. None of us knew what to say or do. We didn’t have a plan. We didn’t have anything. We needed direction, and the guy that should have been taking charge was stomping away from us like a toddler.

Finally Mrs. Byers cleared her throat and brought the attention to her, “Okay, guys, lets just...wait for Hopp to get it together and he’ll realize letting you guys navigate is the best bet. Let’s just...wait him out,” Mrs. Byers suggested with a grimace.

I let out a deep breath and looked up at Steve, who was looking off towards the escalators.

“Steve?” I whispered.

He brought his eyes down to me and let a tiny smile ghost over his lips.

“You okay?” I wondered.

He cleared his throat before nodding slightly at me, “Yeah,” he told me, before putting his arm around my shoulders, “just wishing we could not be getting ready to fight a monster...again.”

I breathed out a small laugh and nodded my head, “Yeah-me too, Steve.”

He hummed, “I’m gonna run to the bathroom. I’ll be right back,” he said, leaning his forehead against my temple for a few seconds, before moving away from me and walking toward the washroom.

I sighed quietly, wishing that Steve and I were preparing for our date rather than being stuck in the mall waiting for a monster to show up and possibly kill us at any moment.

“So...what the hell happened down there?” Jonathan questioned me suddenly.

I looked up at my oldest friend, Jonathan, who had Nancy by his side. He was waiting for me to spill more of my story.

I shrugged, “You gotta be more specific, there was a lot of shit going on down there.”

“Let’s start with the bruises around your neck,” he requested, pointing to my neck, “then we’ll move onto your face with the cut lip, and end at the bruise around your arm.”

I brought my hand up and touched my throat, feeling light pain at the touch before looking down to my arm and saw the large purple and blue bruise that had formed almost all the way around my upper arm.

I sighed, “We told you, Steve and I got taken and smacked around a little. Steve had it worst then me.”

“But are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

I breathed out and smiled lightly, “Yeah, now that I’m above ground and with everyone else.”

He grinned, “Now the real question...what the hell is going on with you and Steve?”

I felt my face redden and I laughed lightly, “What do you mean?” I asked, rubbing the back of my neck.

Nancy giggled, “Oh come on, Louise. He had his arm around you! He just gave you some puppy dog eyes.”

I looked at her uncomfortably, “I mean...look-I dont want this to be weird or anything.”

Nancy scoffed, “Come on...he’s my exboyfriend. It was over months and months ago.”

“And you’ve had a crush on him forever,” Jonathan added in.

I stuck my tongue out and pushed his shoulder while he laughed, “Look, we went through a lot of stuff down there and even this last week...I liked Steve for a long time and then I hated him for a longer time. But he’s...different and he told me he likes me and I like him and-we have much bigger things to be worried about,” I ranted with a sigh.

“Hey,” Nancy said soothingly, “Lou, you don’t have to defend it. I’m not upset, I thought you and Steve looked really cute together. And anyways,” she shrugged smiling up at Jonathan, “I started dating a guy you dated.”

I scoffed but smiled at the two of them, “God, we dated for two weeks,” I laughed with an eye roll, “you guys are, obviously, much better suited.”

“You and Steve probably are too,” Jonathan grinned.

I sighed, “We’ll see,” I mumbled.

“Nanc, can you give me and Louise a second?” Jonathan asked her.

She smiled, “I’ll go check in on Mike,” she said before walking away.

“Lou,” Jonathan began.

“Jon,” I echoed.

He put his hands on my shoulders, “Whatever happened between you and Steve this week...I’m happy he’s finally seeing you for you, without being King Steve the ultimate jerk.

“Look,” he began, watching me intently, “after the shit we’ve been through before this with the gate and everything...Steve has had our backs during all of it. Especially Dustin,” he explained.

I groaned, “Yeah, it’s not hard to see how close those two are.”

Jonathan laughed and pulled me into a hug, I wrapped my arms around his waist, “Come on, be happy that ten year old Louise’s dreams are coming true.”

I laughed and pulled away from him, “You’re so weird.”

“You and me both,” he shrugged, looking down at me.

“Hey.”

I looked behind me and saw Steve standing there, watching his eyes travel from me to Jonathan and back.

“Hey,” I said stepping out of Jonathan’s embrace and walking to stand with Steve.

“I’m gonna check on the kids,” Jonathan said, as I turned to face him when I reached Steve’s side, “glad you helped keep everyone safe, Steve,” Jonathan said with a small grin.

“Wouldn’t have had it any other way,” Steve responded back.

Jonathan nodded before turning around and walking away from us.

I turned to face Steve, “How’s you face?”

A smile flickered across his face, “Sore,” he answered honestly.

“You okay?” I asked him.

He looked down at the ground for a few seconds before looking back up to me with a nervous look.

“You and Jonathan dated before, right?” he asked me softly.

My brows furrowed, “Yeah-why?”

He cleared his throat and looked off to the side, “Look...Lou...I know we haven’t even gone out on a date or anything yet...and I know you and Jonathan are close and everything...”

In an instant it clicked. When Nancy dumped Steve she got together with Jonathan relatively quickly. That must have stung a little bit.

“Steve...are you...worried about Jonathan?” I asked quietly.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, bringing his eyes back to mine, “I mean, I know there’s obviously bigger shit to worry about,” he let out a huff, “I really like you, Lou. I’m not upset about her and Jonathan, and I don’t have feelings for her or anything like that...I dunno,” he shrugged, “I don’t want to mess this up before it even begins.”

“Steve,” I grabbed his hand never breaking the eye contact, “I really like you too. Jonathan and I dated for two weeks forever ago. Jonathan is my best friend, tied with Robin of course,” I said with a small laugh, causing him to smile slightly, “I’ve liked you for a long time...and then didn’t,” I said honestly seeing the sadness in his eyes when I said it, “but this last week...after really getting to know you...I want to see what this is. You’re a really good guy, Steve.”

He grinned at me, “I wanna see what this is too,” he told me squeezing my hand gently, “I’m sorry...I dont want to sound like-I dunno, like I’m whiny or something-“

“Steve,” I smiled, interrupting him, “you’re entitled to feel however you want to feel. And I want to know how you’re feeling so we can talk about it. I’ve told you before, if you ever wanted to talk about anything, I’m here to listen. But I want to just tell you,” I said, placing my unoccupied hand on his shoulder, “Jonathan is the last thing you need to be worried about.”

He grinned and nodded a couple times, “Okay...yeah.”

I looked behind me to see Hop going around the Russians strewn on the ground and grabbing their guns.

I sighed, “Looks like something is going on,” I turned and looked up to Steve, “Let’s go,” I said, removing my hand from my shoulder and walking towards the group again with Steve’s hand in mine.

We walked over to the group, back to where Hop was scavenging guns from the dead Russians around the food court.

“Hey, heads up!” I heard Hop call when we were a few feet away from him and the kids, “You can navigate just from somewhere safe,” he told my brother.

“It’s not that simple,” Dustin insisted holding the walkie talkie in his hand.

“The signal won’t reach,” Erica agreed.

“Not with this,” he said, “you need something with a high enough frequency band to relay with the Russians radio tower. But for that to work, you need someone who has both seen their comms room and has access to a super-powered handcrafted radio tower one preferably already situated at the highest point in Hawkins.”

I rolled my eyes but smirked at my little brother. He always had to puff himself up just a tiny bit to let everyone know that he had the ideas and could put them into motion. Or in this case, he had already put part of this into motion a week ago.

“Oh wait,” he added sarcastically, “that’s me.”

Hopper looked like he was truly done with Dustin’s shit, which, honestly, would only egg Dustin on a tiny bit.

“If you want us to navigate, you got us. But we need a head start,” Dustin said as Hopper watched him silently, “and a car,” Dustin added as an afterthought.

Hopper rolled his eyes and looked over to me and Steve, “Take him to his tower, will ya?” he asked, before digging in his pocket and pulled out a set of key and tossing them to Steve, “Cars right out front.”

I looked up to Steve and saw him grinning at Hopper, “Will do, Chief.”

I looked over in the direction where I had seen Robin previously and waved her over, she jogged over to us.

“Come on, let’s lead these adult nerds through a maze,” Erica sassed before leading the Dustin, Robin, Ateve and I away from the others.

As soon as we walked to the glass doors of the mall and I could see the car in question, I knew Steve was going to go crazy over it.

“Oh man,” he said excitedly, “now this...this is what I’m talking about!” he finished and tossed the keys in the air, catching them a second later.

“Calm down, dingus, we still have work to do,” Robin reminded him.

I looked the car over and rolled my eyes at the license plate, I nudged Robin and pointed it out to her.

“Toddfather?” she asked, clearly grossed out, making me giggle.

“Oh screw Todd!” Steve scoffed, “Steve’s her daddy now.”

I shook my head at him, “Did you just talk about yourself in the third person?”

“Did he just call himself daddy?” Erica asked, disgusted.

I grinned as Erica, Dustin and Robin smushed into the back seat and moved the passenger seat back and sat in it with Steve getting in next to me a second later.

“All right,” Steve called us to attention, “where are we going?”

“Weathertop,” Dustin answered.

“Weather-what?” Steve asked, turning to look at Dustin who was seated right behind him.

“Just drive!” Dustin instructed.

“Okay! Jesus!” Steve yelled.

“Okay, here’s what’s gonna happen,” I began, turning as best as I could in my seat to face the others in the back, “we’re obviously to the hilltop and we’re staying there together until they tell us they need us. Okay?”

“I honestly don’t know where we went in the vents,” Robin admitted looking at the other two next to her.

Dustin waved her off, “Don’t worry, Erica and I will deal with that.”

“A favour,” Steve said from up front, “this has been a wild kinda day, so unless it’s Dustin giving me the directions can we have a peaceful car ride with just the music?”

I turned forward in my seat and looked over st him, “It’s been the longest day of my life,” he said with a chuckle, glancing at me, “I want just a few minutes of calm.”

I grinned at him, “Okay.”

I understood where he was coming from. Just to have a moment of silence and calmness and maybe feel like we don’t have the end of the world a few feet in front of us.

I sighed and sat back in my seat, feeling some of my hairs not being held in by my ponytail fly around as the air whipped by my head because the roof was down.

The cool air actually felt really nice on my face, maybe because we had been stuck under the mall for so long and having actual fresh air was amazing.

“Lou,” Steve said.

I looked over to him and grinned, “Yeah?”

“You good?” he smiled.

“I’m good,” I told him honestly.

His smile grew wider and he grabbed my hand holding it tightly in his.

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Title credit to REO Speedwagon and gif credit to owner

[rocioh]

[nagrombeyatch]

I feel like being dead would be easier than being on edge all the time. The TV you can hear from all rooms. The house is always messy and sometimes dirty. I try to keep it clean but dad trashes it again. Mom always bitches at me no matter what. My bestfriend / exboyfriend dug through my phone so now I cant really trust him. The guy I was talking to and sexting ghosted me. I'm about to lose my mind and beg someone to find me somewhere to just shower so I might be able to seduce a man. Lord god please help me, I'm skittish and afraid of everything. I hate hearing my families voices. They don't care. Enough to change.