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princesssmars · 18 days

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a few ellie headcanons bc i like her c: sfw.

she is a backpack lesbian. always has a tiny backpack. they are always black or a dark green. will sometimes get a patterned one. maybe has bananas on it. wants to put stickers on basically all of them but won’t because she gets paranoid they’ll get ruined.

i can’t find the post and ong i don’t remember what type of snack girlie i said ellie was but yes. this bitch loves snacks. always snacking. had a four month long addiction to jello it was a little scary.

she can cook for herself! she can make a damn good burger. hates tomato’s because she’s a baby 👎🏽

feel like she likes the weirdest cereals ever…like bae why are you eating kit kat cereal

runs super cold and always has a blanket. lovesss those super thick fluffy blankets that make you wanna fall asleep immediately. begged joel for one of those full body blanket snuggie things and he kept forgetting so she bought a matching dinosaur set with jessie and she loves it.

despite running cold her bedroom fan has not turned off in thirty years.

loves trivia. likes to play are you smarter than a fifth grader because you are NOT gonna catch her fuckin lackin.

likes mixmatched socks. her dryer is always eating half of her pairs so she grows to like it.

calls things pretentious and overrated as a joke bc she is annoying. watching a popular movie? she hates it the author is trying too hard. if she has a letterboxd she is either giving the most in depth review you’ve ever seen or a five star rating with a “cool”.

super nervous at the start of relationship yo show affection but when she’s locked in she is always on you…cuddles all the time. if you’re getting up to do something she is gripping around your waist. it’s cute until you need to go to the bathroom and she is insistent on going with you. once when she was high she told you she’d get a second toilet so you could go together 🫤

playstation girl yawn. she was hyped for elden ring then got her ass beat and didn’t play for a month before randomly deciding to finish it in two weeks.

whoever said she loves spongebob first was right…binges regular show when high. loves breaking bad. will act like she doesn’t like romance shows but if you make her watch the first episode she hasssss to finish it she can’t help ittt… sorry not sorry i’m making her watch bridgerton.

secretly watches those family guy adhd tiktoks

has a habit of watching movies through tiktok

and those space tiktok’s… comparing the gravity of different planets, what’s it’s like to fall through jupiters atmosphere.

likes orcas… watches marine life documentaries and gets emotional.

would know ur birth chart. ever forget ur big three signs? she knows. kind of scary. weird talent. doesn’t believe in astronomy buts knows every basic fact about every sign?? 😭

has two instagrams. her main is for her art and to post pictures with her friends and you. second she posts anything. and i do mean anything. will go from an introspective into idk why hoodwinked is underrated to

loves green it’s literally her color. needs some green in her dorm/apartment. thinks about this ahead of time so when she’s in middle school she starts buying tiny plants to take care of. at the start they’d die in like a week but now she has a dozen and they’re all healthy <3

bunch of posters on her bedroom walls. hates bare walls.

likes to try new hobbies every so often! is lazy about working out but when she does she gets on the treadmill and doesn’t break a sweat no matter how fast. kind of scary.

likes to go on the most random dates. you’ll be sitting on the couch and she’ll show you some random restaurant she saw on like instagram and be like let’s go. right now.

likes when you touch her hair. rest her on top of you while watching a movie and run your fingers through her hair? she’s out like a light. if you want to try different styles on it at home she will let you. doesn’t care if she has stupid looking like stubs everywhere she’s like c:

jesse told her she had a fuck ass bob once and she almost hit him :c

such a bike girl omg. i know she used to put water bottles in the back to make it sound like a motorcycle.

who first came up with that she loves spongebob because you’re so right. tried to act like she’s grown out of it but when she’s high and you’re trying to go to bed she’ll whisper “twenty five” to herself and laugh for five minutes straight.

spider-man girl because she’s cool.

pretends to hate all the dumb nicknames you give her when she does stuff. she makes a pb&j? shes now 'ellie jellie' for the rest of the week. has a stomach ache? now she gets to hear 'ellie bellie' for a month.

links for palestine, sudan, drc

#lowkey nothing but i wanted to talk about her #love this crazy bitch #tlou #tlou 2 #tlou 2 x reader #tlou x reader #ellie #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff

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squeamishnerd · 20 days

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The Brights

Chapter 30: Study Groups, Woo!, Part 1

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Julia: When you said study group I didn't expect these many people.

Kit: Study Group, woo!

Daisy: How is everything always "woo" with you?

Becca: The more, the merrier.

Julia: I feel like I really recognise you. Have we met?

Emiko: Yes, I'm one of Grace's-

Julia: Oh! Wait! I've seen you with Valeria.

Emiko: Not what I was about to say, but you know Valeria? She's my best friend.

Julia: We're in the same organisation.

Emiko: Oh, the Gardening Club?

Rose: Sounds like something I'd enjoy.

Julia: Gardening?-

Kit: Yes! Exactly! The Gardening Club!

Emiko: What kind of reaction is that?

Kit: Oh, er…

Rose: They're probably a secret society pretending to be a gardening club. Classic. Just leave it.

Julia: What does is say on that board?

Becca: It's just some information about the third year students' graduation.

Becca: Wait… Do you need glasses?

Julia: Maybe…

Becca: Maybe you should go have a check at the optician.

Julia: But I don't think glasses would suit me.

Becca: Use contacts then.

Julia: They seem scary.

Becca: Why do you think glasses wouldn't suit you?

Julia: I feel like I'd look old.

Becca: Would it feel better if I wore my glasses more often, instead of contacts?

Julia: Maybe…

Becca: I could also go with you to the optician, if it's scary.

Julia: Sure.

Kasen: Can I join? I need glasses too, but I've been putting it off.

Emiko: Same here…

Becca: Let's go all four of us!

Kasen: Awesome.

Becca: I should probably check my eyes too anyway.

Author's note: I won't play the visit at the optician, seems kinda boring to play tbh 😂 So, next time Julia, Becca, Kasen, and Emiko appear they'll wear glasses. Btw, this was the last time Julia wore this outfit in my story, it's time to retire it.

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#the sims 4 #show us your stories #the brights #the sims 4 discover university #ts4 discover university #university #order of enchantment #study group #julia wright #kit bae #daisy shane #becca clarke #emiko mori #rose lavender #kasen henry #rohan elderberry #sims

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skz-streamer · 8 months

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10 Items Stray Kids' Y/n Carries Around In Her Bag

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Here are the 10 items that Stray Kids' Y/n keeps in her bag!

By: Bae, Kpopmap Editor 4 min to read · Published : Date 08/26/33 ~63,562 Views

Stray Kids are a leading 4th generation idol group that has captured the hearts of millions across the globe. Their schedule is jampacked, especially with their most recent comeback. They show no signs of slowing down as they are set to attend many upcoming events.

Despite being busy and always on the road, Stray Kids', Y/n joined W Korea for a photoshoot. In behind the scenes content, the member was also able to share what's in her bag. These items hold a special meaning and are absolutely essential for the life of the busy idol.

Check out what's in Y/n's bag down below!

1. A Set Of Dice

"Oh, you won't believe the chaos this purse can tame! First off, there's my set of Louis Vuitton dice that Felix gifted me, its a little extra I know :) Whenever things get crazy, it's like a quick coin flip to decide our fate. It's a fun and easy way to lighten the mood."

2. A Hair Clip

"I always like to keep a hair clip in here. It's this beautiful gold star shaped clip with dangling stars – perfect for those impromptu hair-up moments. It's functional and adds a touch of style to any situation."

3. A Mini Jewelry Case

"I've got a mini jewelry case, too. It's not just for me; all the members use it to keep our jewelry safe when we're on the go. You know how we all love our accessories, and this little case is a lifesaver."

4. A Mini Hairbrush

"Of course, a mini hairbrush is a must. You never know when you'll need to fix up your hair, especially with all the performances and appearances we do."

5. Lip Tint

"Lip tint is another staple. I use it all the time to keep my lips looking lively and fresh. It's that perfect touch of color for any moment."

6. Mini Makeup Kit + Makeup Wipes

"I've got this adorable mini makeup kit from Milk, along with a pack of makeup wipes. It's a quick way to touch up our makeup and stay looking flawless, even during the busiest days."

7. Re-useable Tissue Holder

"For the environmentally conscious side of me, there's a reusable tissue holder with tissues inside. It's great for those unexpected sneezes or quick clean-ups. Plus, it doubles as a napkin in a pinch."

8. Mini fan + Power Bank

"You know how unpredictable the weather can be, so I carry around a mini fan with a power bank. Staying cool and charged – it's like a dream come true."

9. Self Defense Alarm

"I've also got a self-defense alarm, just in case. Even though my boys are always there for me, it's important to be cautious. Safety first, after all."

10. Perfume

"And the cherry on top – a mini bottle of Miss Dior eau de toilette. It's a classic scent that my mom used, so it holds a special place in my heart. A quick spray and I'm feeling refreshed and ready to take on the world."

"So, there you have it! My purse is a mix of practicality, style, and memories. It's like a little piece of me that I carry everywhere."

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bahrtofane · 2 months

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here we go again - pt.3

pt. 1 , pt.2

jude x fem!reader , trent x fem!reader

empty promise after another leaves you walking in the cold. alone. on valentines day. youre never speaking to another player again. or will you? can things be forgiven?

Word count - 1.9K +

Watch it - reader so sad but dw bae it gets better ! jude. Just jude. hehehe

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Madrid is bleak and bland when you get back, eager to find a routine, to busy yourself with anything, everything.

It's almost like there's a big joke being played on you because you're given Jude to create promotional posters for. It makes you want to cry, but you suck it up, download the pictures and get to work. Even if you have to scribble his face out the whole time.

Avoiding Jude becomes your obsession. You make it your top priority to avoid seeing him in person under any and all costs. You refuse to go anywhere near the stadium, training facilities. Blocking official accounts and avoiding tv when you know they're set to play.

You find jude everywhere. In the cracks of sidewalks where flowers bloom. Inside coffee shops when the smell of vanilla hits your face, under bridges where graffiti of smiley faces litter the concrete.

His presence looms over the city like a specter, mocking your attempts to move on. You long for the day when his memory no longer haunts you, when you can walk through Madrid without feeling his presence at every turn.

Until then, you cling to the hope that time will heal the wounds he left behind, and that one day, you'll be able to reclaim the city as your own. But for now, Madrid remains a bleak and lonely place, haunted by the ghost of a love lost.

—-

Trent calls you about a week after you land, in the middle of your morning routine.

“How are you?”

You stifle a sigh, picking at your nails, “I'm really just peachy Trent,” padding over to your kitchen, opening the fridge.

“You know what I mean.”

You grab what you need, using your hip to close the fridge “I don't know why you keep calling me Trent. I'm fine. Tell jude to fuck off yeah?”

You hear a sigh from the other end, “jude has nothing to do with me checking up on you.”

“Sure.” you hang up. And he doesn’t call again.

—--

The office is always full of energy on match days, and you hate how it's become a tradition to all watch together. Weather in the stands or from the actual office. Your desire to show up in a barca jersey is very very strong.

Today is one day where you walk single file to the stadium and find your seats. Curse working for madrid, it brings you a little too close to the pitch for comfort. You spend half the game on your phone, even when your coworkers gently nudge your shoulder when Jude speeds to the post, you mumble something about work that needs to be done (you're on your settings.)

Jude scores, of course he does. And it's a beautiful goal, straight power, nothing but net. You're up cheering before you can stop yourself, smiling. You're smiling at Jude scoring.

He jogs over to the crowd per usual, caught up in the adrenaline. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to scoring at home. The feeling is unbeatable. His eyes scan the crowd, and they just so happen to land on you.

You're here? The cheers of the crowd fade out, his arms falling to his side, he's staring right at you. He's taken back to the night he left you alone. He’s a fucking idiot. You don't look away, if anything you lean forward in your seat. You're here.

—--

Against better judgment he goes looking for you after the game. Running down hallways still in his kit, looking a mess with grass stuck all over him. At least he managed to kick his cleats off and grab the nearest slides he could find. He's pretty sure these aren't his but he doesn't care. Not right now.

He knows the staff tend to hang around after games, the issue is where.

Curse the never ending construction. The place is a maze, an awful one without, with it feels like he's entering a different dimension at every turn.

He hears laughing and speeds down to find himself in a lounge full of people, all who rush to him to sing praises. He smiles. Trying not to get blinded by flash photography. A voice cuts through the crowd, a soft laugh.

You're here. Oh you're here.

He sees you tuck a piece of paper into a folder, smiling softly, patting the back of what he assumes to be a coworker as you make your way to the exit.

He tries to get past the people who surround him, but you're already gone. He's lost you again, all while you were right in front of him.

He goes home that night unable to sleep, eat, think. He blames himself, of course he does. It's his fault isn't it?

Somewhere during his night routine he thinks that there's an ounce of hope to fix this.

He calls trent.

“I don't know man.” Trent mumbles on the other end.

“I gotta at least try right?”

There's a beat of silence that lasts a moment too long, “if that's what you want.”

Jude thanks him for his time anyway. Tucking himself into bed.

He scrolls through instagram on his burner account, finding your account again. The request button taunts him, but he knows you wont accept. Instead clicking on your profile picture, watching it take up his screen and he sighs. He really has to get his life together doesn't he.

—--

The next time Jude sees you is at an event. Black tie in a nearby hotel. He misses getting ready with you for these, with all your products and accessories lining his sink while he watched you fondly.

“Do I look okay?” you would ask each time, leaning a hand on the sink while the other smoothed down the creases on your dress. Doing a once over in his mirror.

He would hum softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “you look amazing.”

You'd blush, swatting him away playfully. Pressing a kiss to his cheek and promising to see him there.

The same mirror now stares back at him cooly. His sink is empty, as his house is. He misses the smell of your perfume, your clothes that littered his space. He misses how you made it a home.

He sees you there all the same, mingling with your coworkers. You look amazing, that hasn't changed. The dark circles under your eyes have, two purple half moons stamped rather aggressively on your skin. How long has it been since you got proper nights rest jeez.

He makes his rounds to everyone. Brand ambassadors, staff, teammates, a list of high profile people he doesn't care to repeat. He leaves your little corner last on purpose. He doesn't want anything to get in the way.

He slides over to where you hug a glass of water to your chest, nodding along to something a man in a blue suit is saying. Pfft blue what a rookie choice. Jude is in all black, did you notice? It was your favorite on him.

You did notice, and try to suppress the desire to hurl when he walks over to you.

Jude gets to say no more than a sloppy greeting in Spanish before he's grabbed by the arm and taken back to where he thinks the owner of the hotel is standing.

You sigh in relief, and he sighs in frustration.

Fate has driven you apart once more it seems.

—--

Jude is a stubborn stubborn man. You can't seem to outrun him, no matter how many calls and texts you ignore, or block his accounts. Nor how you manage to slip out from right in front of him. Fate is on his side today it seems.

He shows up to your office, flowers in hand. Your favorite flowers, tied neatly with a ribbon of your favorite color, a card neatly tucked under the petals.

Your coworkers are in uttersock, not even trying to hide their surprise as he marches over to your desk.

You type faster, ignoring him, or trying to. The gazes on you burn, almost as much as they did on the night he left you to rot. Why is he here?

“Hey,” he tries, meekly. He wants to punch himself in the face. Hey? Really?

You don't look up from your monitor, opening more tabs, swiping your mouse against your desk furiously. You think the battery just fell out.

“Listen, I know I'm horrible, a piece of shit, the worst man alive, I don't deserve you in the slightless. But I love you.” he scrambled out in one breath.

You whip your head up at him,”love? You love me so much you took me to a club on valentines day?”

He winces, “it was so stupid. I'm so stupid. Please, let me make it up to you.” he pleads.

You sigh, throwing your head back in your chair, rolling your eyes,”are you actually going to change Jude. Are you going to stop this nonsense and treat me like you actually mean what you say?”

“Yes,” he nods furiously, “I promise. Not a day will go by without me proving it to you, I swear.”

You look back at him. He's worn your favorite cologne, the sweater you used to always steal on cold nights. The flowers are beautiful. You missed him, you missed him so much, to the point that you're really considering it.

Someone coughs in the cubicle next to you and you groan, gathering your things and hastily walking to the door, motioning for Jude to follow.

He looks like a newborn puppy, almost tripping on his feet while he follows you through hallways and corridors till you reach a stairwell you know for certain no one will walk through.

“Jude, I hope you know what you did broke me, it really broke me. I think you ruined my ego, permanently.”

He nods, leaning on the railing while he clutches the bouquet with so much force you're scared they're going to be wrung like a wet rag.

“But,” you raise a finger to him, “ and this is a big big but, if you can prove these things instead of saying them, i'll consider giving you another proper chance okay?”

You see the tension visibly ease from his shoulders as he sighs softly, “Okay, yes, thank you. Thank you so much,” he brings the flowers forward, waiting for you to take them.

And you do, gently picking the note from the petals, you'll read this when you get home.

“I uh also, booked a dinner of your favorite place in a few days, in case you were willing to give me another chance i didn't want to mess it up again and if you don't have anything else going on and i just-” you take his hand in yours, stopping his ramblings effectively as he looks away. All of a sudden so shy as if you haven't stayed at his place for days at a time.

“I'll go Jude. I'm free, don't worry.”

“Great. 7 sound good?”

“Sounds perfect. Ill see you then okay?”

“Okay,” he mumbles, soft and sweet.

With a smile you send him off, almost flying down the stairs in pure glee. You shake your head fondly, heading back to your work. The flowers weigh more than just their physical weight. The letters feel like a ton on its own.

You hope you made the right choice.

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adiosmotherfck · 1 year

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hi bae could you maybe do one where ghost has a hopeless crush on the reader (who may or may not be emotionally constipated) id be in your debt

Find my comfort in you

Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader

cw: blood, gore, injury, violence, typical COD violence, needles

word count: 3,4k

situation: He hopelessly fell, but you weren't that easy to read, leaving him thinking and wondering, until one partly successful mission changes everything between you two

A/N: sorry for the long wait, author was.. inspirationally constipated. i tried to portray the emotional condition of the reader to the best of my abilities and i'm very sorry if it's not accurate!

You were a soldier and you preferred work over rest. Work kept you in tact, it kept your worries away and your thoughts focused on what you are doing rather than overthinking past details and something you'd rather not remember.

You were a Sergeant working in Task Force 141 together with Price, Gaz, Soap and Ghost. You were always called the most hardworking person on the team and Soap jokingly called you Price 2.0 because of how much you focused on work and keeping everything under control.

But one day everything went out of control and even you didn't predict that and so you weren't prepared for the enemy to gather such an advanced technology. The mission went downhill from the beginning, you had troubles getting inside the building to cut off the electricity and let others in for a successful raid.

That's why right now you as you just got back from the mission, you threw your gear on the bed and tugged off the soaked shirt you were wearing, you knew you had to wait with the shower for now. Putting on your old tshirt you sat down on the floor not wanting to make your bed even more dirty than your gear will already do.

You finally switched your attention to your leg, you had to swap the straps that were holding your gun from your right side to your left, to hide the cut on the fabric that you've gotten when one of the enemy soldiers waited for you at the corner and used his knife, trying to eliminate you. You were more skilled in combat than him, so you managed to react and disarm him, eliminating the threat, but he had the element of surprise so he succeeded in slicing your thigh on the side, leaving a big bleeding cut.

You swapped the straps to hold the fabric of the pants together, thankfully they were dark cargo pants that hid the blood perfectly. None of your teammates noticed that and you didn't show them or informed them of your injury, why would you? You could hold on to the end and now when you were alone, you'd take care of it.

You lost quite an amount of blood, your head getting a little lightheaded and your shot's getting sloppier, but in a such wind of gunfire no one would notice that even if it was pointed out. You've held on to the end, you succeeded in the mission, you've gotten the job done, but now it was time to leave the focus on work and give some attention to your cut leg.

You took off the straps that held your gun, your fingers immediately getting dirty in your blood. You didn't notice because of the pants, but the blood soaked them through and was now dirtying the floor around you. The fabric of the pants was soaked and you didn't even want to imagine how much blood you lost and were still losing. The straps did their job also as a pressure on the cut, keeping it a little more tight, but now it was coming all out with full force.

To anyone who would've seen you right now, it would look like a scene from a horror movie coming alive, blood smeared around and pooling around your leg.

You took your cut leg out of the pants, looking over the cut and coming to a conclusion that it would need stitches and as soon as possible. You kept your attention on the work you had to do, to not acknowledge how lightheaded you felt or how your hands were starting to tremble.

You reached the first aid kit that you got from your bathroom, and opened it to find everything you need to stitch your leg. It wasn't the first time you stitched yourself up, but it was the first time when you've lost this much blood.

You took the clean cloth and the disinfectant out of the box, and almost already poured it on your cut, but the sight of it made you stop last second. You've put the tools down and grabbed your belt that was hanging undone in your pants, a leather belt is the best friend for someone who is about to be in pain.

You folded it twice and put it between your teeth. You've experienced different types of pain but you've never gotten quite used to it, so to not leave yourself teethless, you had to take additional precautions.

You kept the belt tightly in between your teeth, taking the cloth and the disinfectant to start patching up your leg that already made quite a pool around you on the floor, but before you've managed to pour the liquid on your leg you've heard a firm knock on the door.

Not knowing to groan or send the belt flying into the door with the intention to kill whoever was there for interrupting you, you glanced at the door and before making the decision the door slowly opened.

You saw Ghost standing in the doorway, with his hand on the knob and the second on the doorframe but before he managed to say your name or what he came there for, his eyes slid to the scene around you. It took you by surprise to see his eyes slightly widen and his gaze change in a split second. He looked over the pool of blood and you with the belt in your teeth, with your cut and bleeding leg.

He came there because out of everyone he noticed that something was wrong with you in the second part of the mission. He noticed the sloppiness of your shots, the slight limp you hid so greatly from everyone but not his thoughtful gaze.

"Jesus Christ." you heard him mutter in a mixed tone as he stood in the doorway staring at you and processing the situation. After a few moments of silence he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He stepped up closer to you and slowly sank to his knees at your side. He didn't care about blood staining the fabric of his pants, or that someone can catch him in your room, he cared about you and that you were currently bleeding and were bleeding for quite a long time.

He took the cloth and disinfectant from your hands, giving you a glance, silently asking if you are okay with him taking over. You gave him a slight nod keeping the belt in your teeth, throwing your head back and closing your eyes in waiting of what to come.

You heard him exhale and then you felt the stinging pain in your cut and he was carefully disinfecting it. Your teeth gritted and bit into the belt that you were sure it was going to leave marks on it. The pain didn't get better as he continued to clean it so you don't get any infection from it.

On one side he hated himself for coming there, he hated seeing you in pain and even more to be the reason of that pain, even if he is doing it for the good reason. On the other side, he was glad he decided to check up on you. On his way to your room he made a decision to keep it all entirely professional, addressing you as a Sergeant and asking if everything went well with the mission on your side, asking you for a 'personal' debrief, but when he saw you sitting on the floor in a pool of blood, all the thoughts and decisions went out of his head.

He cared about you more than you knew, it wasn't just a Lieutenant's professional worry over his teammate and a soldier of his team. The man felt something towards you, something he wasn't used to feeling towards anyone. At first, it confused him, made him question himself but as the time passed he got used to it, he understood what it was and hated it just as much as he loved it.

He watched you, during debriefs, meetings, missions, he always kept an eye on you. He had mixed feelings and thoughts about what you might be feeling about him and what could you possibly say if the truth was ever to come out. He observed you enough to know that you keep your feelings and emotions to yourself. It was easy to anger you, but apart from that you kept everything under control. Soap called you Price 2.0 but he didn't agree, if anything you were more like him, like Ghost.

He never heard you laugh, you rarely smiled, at least genuinely. He didn't know if you preferred or just felt like that, but you were always neutral and collected. He noticed the slight bouncing of your leg under the table at meetings, especially when the mission was heavier and more complicated than usual. He noticed how you clenched your fist when something was genuinely unnerving. You never showed anything more than that, and he was waiting for the unavoidable that would happen one day.

The pain settled down a little and you looked back at your leg, and to see Simon taking the needle from the kit.

"This will need stitches, y'know?" he half whispered, keeping his focus on preparing the needle and everything he needs to stitch your cut.

You found strength in yourself only for a short nod, he gave you a mixed look and you swore you noticed a slight shake of his head. The belt wasn't necessary anymore, but you didn't care, your head was starting to spin and you needed something to keep you grounded. The pain was just adding to the uncomfortable feeling so you focused on your belt and your teeth biting it.

He finally leaned over to your leg, putting a hand on your thigh, you felt the shivers run on your skin but currently couldn't bring yourself to care if he saw that or not, even if he asked you'd say that you were just cold. Which wasn't completely a lie, the freezing sensations running under your skin from the blood loss.

He started stitching up the cut, careful stitches down the length of it. His hand was holding your thigh in place, but his touch wasn't rough or firm, he didn't want to cause you any more pain that you already went through, he wanted to be done with this as soon as possible but he also didn't want to butcher you up and leave an ugly scar on you.

When he was done, he put the tools on the bloody cloth, to throw them out later, sitting down on the floor near you, looking at you face. By the time he was done, you were laying down on the floor on your back, with your eyes closed and involuntarily still firmly biting down on the belt.

"Hey, easy there." he said, as he lightly tugged on the belt, his voice raspy but lacking it's usual coldness and sternness. You opened your eyes and instantly regretted it, the ceiling spinning in different directions making you close your eyes again and rub a hand on them. You let the belt go, Simon taking it from your mouth and putting it down on the floor somewhere to not get it bloody.

You knew you had to thank him and let him know you appreciate his help, but you were losing your grounds even while laying down and thinking was too hard in the moment to form sentences.

He caught on that, he saw your struggle and with another exhale stood up, taking your gear from your bed and setting it down on your table, opening the covers on the bed and then doing something that left you surprised.

He gently put his hands under you, swiftly picking you up in his arms, with your head resting on his chest, and he brought you to the bed and gently placed you on it. You opened your eyes to see him watch you, concern flickering in his eyes.

"Thank you, but I need a shower first, can't be in bed like that." you said, looking down at your bloody leg and still being sweaty from the mission you just came back from.

"Not a chance you are going showering in your state." he answered simply, sitting down in the chair he pulled from the desk, next to your bed.

"What happened, Y/N?" he asked after a few minutes of silence, as you were processing his previous words.

"Nothing. It's work and that happens, I will be fine." you said closing your eyes again.

"Don't make me use my position to order you to speak." he said, his eyes flickering back to your cut that was now stitched up.

"Attacked from around the corner, he didn't have his riffle so used the knife. The one that is currently in the side of his throat." you said, not having strength or will to argue with him or make him order you.

"Why didn't you report?" he tilted his head gesturing at the stitched cut.

"Medics had enough work on their hands." You said simply as you looked at him and how he shook his head at your words.

"Bullshit."

You sighed not knowing what to tell him or how to act now, you two just looked at each other, him sitting in the chair on the side and you laying in bed.

"Why did you come in the first place?" You asked, remembering that he came there not to stitch you up, and still hasn't said a word about his initial reasons of the visit.

Your question was met with silence as he processed what to tell you, he didn't want to admit the real reason to you, he didn't know how to approach that topic and if he should approach it at all, but then the words came out themselves.

"You missed 40% of the shots you took after you reappeared. You were limping and your gun suddenly changed places. I wondered why." he said, stating it as a simple thing when in reality it was far from that.

"You watched me?" a question slipped past your lips before you even managed to process it.

"I did." was all he said to that, meeting your look.

You didn't look away, your states fixed on each other. How much you'd like to tug off his mask and see his face and understand what he feels right now. You never were good at reading people's emotions, especially when only their eyes are visible to you, so millions of questions were flooding your head.

"Right, Lieutenant watching over his Sergeant." you exhaled finally turning your head away, glancing at the other side of the bed.

You weren't ready for the moment of his fingers gently pressing on your chin to make you look back at him. You swallowed, not knowing what to make out of this situation, what does he want?

"There's.. more than that to it. I care about you Y/N, more than just a Lieutenant." he said, his fingers still holding your chin making you face him.

You didn't know what happened or what suddenly took over you, but you felt your eyes stinging, feeling that tears were somewhere on their way to your eyes. You had to stop this before the emotions would take over you. You would cry without feeling a reason to be sad or upset. It would piss you off because you hated crying, and it was a road downhill with anger at yourself making you cry even more.

You put a hand on his wrist and gave him a small fake smile "Thank you, Ghost. I appreciate the help, but I need to rest. I will see you tomorrow at the meeting." you said keeping your face straight and fighting the tears inside you.

He took it as an answer to his previous words, you made your way out with the easiest words, you didn't tell him that he was a creep for that or that it wasn't straight up mutual, you just told him you need rest and pointed him at the door with words.

He freed your chin and stood, giving you a nod and moving to the door, giving you one last look "You know where to find me if you need something." was all he said before he left the room.

You sighed and rolled over to your side throwing the covers over you, to keep yourself warm. The thoughts were spinning in your head making your head spin some more.

"I care about you, Y/N. More than just a Lieutenant."

His words playing in your head over and over, as you finally let yourself loosen and melt into the covers. You felt a warm tear run down your nose and your cheek, dripping onto the pillow. One, two, three, moments passed and you didn't even notice the flow of tears.

You cried silently into your pillow, letting everything building up in there free. You held another pillow in your hands, hugging it tightly to your chest. You closed your eyes to at least not see the wet spot on the pillow that made you ever angrier at yourself for crying.

You didn't remember the last time you cried and now it felt like everything since that last time was building up in you and finally found it's way free.

You lightly shook as you cried and gripped the pillow tighter to yourself, letting the tears and quiet sobs flow out of you. As you gripped the pillow, you to your own surprise caught yourself on the thought of how much you wish it was someone else and not a simple cold pillow giving you comfort right now.

Before you processed the thought and managed to make a good decision on it, you threw the covers off yourself and stood up, putting perhaps a little too much pressure on your leg and hissing from the pain of the cut.

You didn't care about anything, even putting the pants as the tshirt covered everything that you didn't want to be seen by others. You left your room, limping on your stitched up leg as you made the way down the hall and to the room behind the doors of which was the person you craved the comfort of.

You knocked on the door lightly, perhaps too lightly but you didn't catch that, covering your mouth to silence your sob. No one answered so after a few moments you decided that it was pointless, he wasn't there or he just didn't want to be bothered, especially not by you after you sent him out of your room.

But before you managed to walk away, the door opened and you saw Simon standing in the doorway, in already new pants, changing the ones that were stained in your blood.

Neither of you had to say a word, he opened the door wider inviting you in. Suddenly you felt silly, coming there, what were you going to say now? What are you supposed to do? He would definitely want an explanation on what is happening and why are you there looking like that.

But he didn't, he put a hand on your shoulder, leading you to the bed and pulling off the covers to let you lay down. You did so with a little hesitation, and looked up at him as he put the covers on top of you.

"Can you.. with me." you muttered swallowing a sob, as tears stained your cheeks, fresh ones running down your face.

He didn't question you, but waited a few moments to see if you were serious and alright with that, but seeing you didn't change your mind, he slowly slid under the covers, keeping a little distance between the two of you to not overstep any boundaries.

You moved closer to him, throwing an arm around his waist and hiding your face in his chest. He didn't expect that at first, processing what is happening but then slowly throwing an arm around you, and keeping his hand on your back, slowly moving it up and down, giving you the comfort you so much needed.

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