#let's pretend that Ghost was the one that took the photo

[temeyes]

Captain Garrick's first day on the job!!

[666soulz]

rapper!connie first run in with fashionvlogger!reader was…interesting. you answered a question from a fan on twitter who asked if you could style one rapper who would it be? you replied saying, ‘connie springer, his music don’t match his style. he dressing like a regular hood nigga when he should be dressing like a bad bitch with a dark lair. pisses me off.’

eren snorted when he seen the tweet and sent it to connie. at first he was a little offended and was about to clean you right on up, but when he saw the comments agreeing??? he had to find out why your opinion mattered so much. so the the first thing he did was tap that instagram link. 550k followers. hmm. he seen that plenty of his celebrity mutuals followed you. 

                           hollowsoul

followed by thegirljt, gunna, liluzivert and others. 

when he tapped on your pinned photo he almost drooled at your beauty, your body, and the outfit you were wearing.  you indeed had that shit on to the T. connie caught himself scrolling through your feed as his anemic ass shook ice into his mouth. you sure did have a love for all black outfits. 

he taps on that message button and types in two words. ‘style me’ 

your phone lights up as you stir around the meat in the pan. you put your glass of wine down to pick up your phone. 

instagram 

new message 

you tap on the notification and it takes you to the dm. you didn’t really have a shocked reaction, but you were surprised that he even bothered to to dm you. connie was semi private. he has moments where he’s very active on social media then he becomes a ghost. 

‘sure long as your okay with me vlogging’

connie puts his cup of ice down beside his feet warning his dog, Choppo, to not touch before replying to you. 

‘i don’t mind. you free on friday?’

   ‘i am’

ight let’s meet at the outlet mall on Lafayette @ 1 then. you mind if me, my friends, and security come?

 okay sounds good and i don’t mind at all.  see you on friday x

trust me you were less boring in person. connie was lacking in first impression as he was late to you guys shopping date. 

you didn’t mind though, you were right in dior trying on sunglasses. “how these look y’all?” you ask your camera. “i don’t know they’re kinda cunt..” you say looking in the small mirror. you didn’t even notice connie and his crew walking in and walking towards you. 

“i like them.”

you look behind you, seeing connie and his friends. connie took you in while you were distracted and you were better in person. you were in an all black outfit, of course, and you looked fucking beautiful. 

“they’re cute right?” you smile looking up at the 6’1 FINE ass dominican man. one thing that  also irritated you about connie’s style is that it doesn’t emphasize his face. connie face card was something different. He had beautiful features, hazel eyes, low lids, some pretty plump lips, and he was pulling off a buzz cut like david beckham in the 2000’s. not many people can do that. 

“yeah, sorry I was late. had to drop my sister off to her dance practice.” connie says you wave him off, “oh I'm not worried about it. it gave me time to think of what stores i want to go to.” you say taking your glasses off. “hey it’s nice to meet y’all,” you said looking at the two men behind connie. eren and ony. they weren’t a group but they put out some collab albums. those albums were heat, and was always playing when you were working out or cleaning. 

“we’re starting here by the way. can’t go wrong with dior. do you have a favorite fashion brand or designer?” you ask connie as you walked over to the men’s section. 

“uhm nike?”

“nike..? you know what i’m just..i’m just going to pretend you didn’t say that.“ you say shaking your head in disappointment. ony was laughing to himself in the background cause he could hear it in your voice. 

“what’s wrong with nike?” connie smiles as you picked up a dior sweater. “well first off all nike is a sports brand i’m talking about a fashion brand like rick owens, true religion, moschino. 

“what’s a moschino?” connie scrunches his face and he was dead serious. 

“do you know who jeremy scott is? law roach?”

“are these random white people?”

you looked at connie like he was a little lost baby, pouting your glossy lips. “aw you are so cute.” you pinch his cheek. “this is my favorite part. teaching you the ins and out of fashion.” you smile pushing an outfit into his chest. “go try this on.”

connie found out that you were a bossy little thing. if he didn’t like something, “oh well too bad you’re getting it anyways.” ony and eren enjoyed seeing him get bossed around as he was usually the demanding one in the studio. you had fun telling connie stuff about fashion and how to put together a good outfit. 

connie left that outlet with a new wardrobe, friend, and crush. a very big crush that his friends noticed. the way connie blushed like some nerdy school boy every time you’d hype him up. you noticed as well and found it absolutely adorable. 

“do that lil pose that you do. period!” 

you enjoyed Connie's presence. He was a mix between laidback and hyper. like when he got comfortable around you, he got to cracking jokes. even joking you. picking up some ugly ass cowgirl boots and saying, “this looks like something you’d like.” and you’d just give him a little playful glare telling him to not play with you. 

you left Connie with a homework assignment. learn how to use pinterest and make a pinterest board. 

[thebisexualdogdad]

Summer road trip with the batfam (batfam x GN!reader)

● so Bruce rented an RV for the batfam to go on a three month coast to coast road trip

● no crime fighting, just family time

● with you, Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Barbara, Duke, Cass, Stephanie and of course Haley and Ace it was a bit of a tight squeeze

● Alfred was back at home taking a much needed work free staycation

● Kate was also invited but she refused to be stuck in an RV with ten other people all summer, she and Alfred are happy having breakfast together once a week

● Bruce drives the entire time with Damian as his navigator

● mostly because Damian and Jason would kill each other if they weren't separated

● Jason has purposely instigated fights with Damian by eating his snacks clearly labeled 'Damian' on them

● and sometimes Jason gets accused when it was actually Cass who took Damians snacks

● Barbara has every kind of first aid or bug repellent you can think of

● you stop to go kayaking and she pulls six different kinds of sunscreen out of her bag

● Cass is the one delegated to documenting the trip

● and she takes her job very seriously

● she never not has her camera in her hands either taking pictures or videos

● Stephanie "no Cass we do not need photos of the gas station bathroom"

● and she has photos of everyone sleeping in weird positions on the rv

● and a video of Jason snoring to prove to him that he does in fact snore

● you all take turns on where you guys sleep

● there's one queen sized bed in the back that fits three and the two couches turn into a bed that fits another three and the rest are in sleeping bags on the floor

● Ace and Haley however always sleep cuddling someone in the nice comfy queen bed

● Tim has researched every single place you guys are stopping at

● Bruce thought it would be fun to just wing it and see what happens

● but Tim would not let that happen, he has the entire trip planned out down to what towns you would need to stop in for gas

● places everyone requested to go that Tim denied

● Bruce: the world's biggest ball of yarn because it's a classic road trip must see

● Dick: the corn palace

● Jason: vegas

● Damian: probably like a sword museum in the middle of nowhere that he somehow knows has an authentic ancient sword the museum thinks is a replica

● Barbara: the mothman museum

● Stephanie: Roswell

● Duke: the first taco bell

● Cass: dinosaur world

● you do stop at multiple national parks

● going hiking and swimming in little lakes with their own waterfalls

● Jason tries to sneak a snake he finds back onto the RV

● Duke "Oh no, absolutely not, get that thing out of here"

● Damian "you afraid of a little old snake Thomas?"

● Duke "that thing is not little, it is a deadly creature and I do not want it anywhere near me!"

● the RV breaks down outside a town in Wyoming with no cell service

● you all argue about who has to walk the five miles into town to get help

● Bruce and Dick are the two that end up having to do it

● when they return Damian has Tim in a headlock and Cass is taking video of it

● the random guy with the tow truck they brought back "uhh are they okay"

● Bruce "Oh yeah this is normal for them"

● you and Stephanie ended up breaking the no crime fighting rule when you went into a convenience store for more snacks and walked right into a robbery in action

● you two kicked their asses with ease, tied them up for the cops and bought your snacks like nothing happened

● Barbara back at the RV "Y/N is that blood on your face?"

● "nope don't worry about it!"

● Dick brings lots of board games to play while on the road

● Tim and Damian go way too hard trying to win which you have to play mediator for before they try to throw each other out the moving RV

● Jason still loses even though he cheats

● and Stephanie pretends not to know the rules just to mess with Tim and Damian

● you also stop at a bunch of campgrounds, telling ghost stories and having s'mores around a fire

● Barbara "has anyone seen Jason?"

● Dick "I'm pretty sure he said something about being excited to finally cross off peeing in the woods off his bucket list"

● Duke "he has the weirdest bucket list"

● a lot of you are big readers so there's books packed everywhere

● Duke "ooh we should have a book club"

● Jason "absolutely not you're lucky I even participate in Grayson's lame board games"

● Damian "for once I actually agree with Todd"

● you guys finally make it to the west coast and you all stumble out of the RV

● Tim "thank God this trip is finally over"

● Bruce "Tim we are only half way, we still have another month of driving back to Gotham"

● Stephanie "I should have stayed home with Alfred"

[love-lilly02]

The Challenge

The reader has a bit too much to drink and ends up making a deal she might regret...

Originally, it had started out as a good bit of fun. 

The boys had just returned from a mission, broken down and bone tired but glad it was over. It was one of the more rough ones, where they lost more friends than anyone would have liked, but a success was a success. 

To celebrate they went down to a nearby karaoke bar, and somehow they convinced you to come out with them, even though your specific skill set hadn’t been required on the mission. 

You turned them down multiple times, stating that it was your self care night (to which they responded that having fun is self care) but really, who were you to deny the four men anything?

Which is how you found yourself standing on a stage screaming the lyrics to “Sexy” from mean girls. 

Quite honestly, you were doing a pretty damn good job, which was evident by the encouraging screams of both military personnel and civilians alike. the entire bar seemed to thrum with life as you sung and dance, and the task force just watched in awe. 

maybe you had had a bit too much to drink. 

Finally, after the song was over (and after a standing ovation) you stumbled back to the corner booth, laughing at the boy’s bewildered expressions. 

“What, never heard me sing?” You asked, sliding into the booth with only a smidge less grace than you usually possessed. 

“Well lass, i wasn’t under the impression you could sing,” Johnny fired back, smiling wildly. “was fuckin amazin’ kid!”

You smiled at him and ducked your head in a mock bow. “I took theaters in high school, it’s nothing special.” 

All four heads snapped to you so quickly one of them had to have gotten whiplash. 

“You. Took theater?” Price said, fixing you with a disbelieved look. 

“Yes, captain. Yes i did.” You lean back in the booth, just now noticing that Ghost has draped his arm over your seat. 

“Now this is gotta see,” Gaz said, laughing to himself. 

“Oh- good luck finding anything. I got rid of all those photos years ago.” They all look at each other, before turning back to you. 

“Is that a challenge?” You hear Ghost’s deep voice rumble, dangerously close to your ear. 

“Yes…” you squeak out, not dairing to move away from him. “Actually, let’s make it just that. Whoever can find more than 10 photos of me before my junior year of high school wins.” 

They all look at each other again, before Johnny speaks up. “Why tha’ year?” 

You just shrug. “Changed schools then, looked like a completely different person.” 

They all nod. “What do we get if we win?” Gaz questioned. 

You took a moment to think it over, pretending to tap on your chin and everything. “I’ll do whatever you want for a day.”

Maybe you did have too much to drink. 

Their eyes practically bug out of their heads, even Ghost looks shocked at the prize. 

“Whatever… we want?” He questions, his eyes still wide. You can practically see the gears turning in his head. 

“Mhm,” You say, nodding. “As long as it’s not a mission day or something, I have to do whatever you tell me to do for twenty-four hours. Kind of like an ‘I cant say no’ day.”

They all not hurriedly, quickly agreeing to the plan. 

“Looks like we’ve got ourselves a deal!” You smile, downing the lasts of your drink. 

(may be a series i have a few ideas for this)

My Masterlist

[mehidktbh]

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Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You can’t sleep, it’s too overwhelming in your room and the memories get to your head too much. Thank God your Lieutenant has a soft spot for you.

Warning: War, a lot of military topics, swearing, minor injuries, sharing a bed, mentions of insomnia, talk a bit of Ghost’s past, reader has a bit of trauma, pining?, talk of readers' family, awkward tension, nightmares and trauma-based memories?

A/N: Can I just say that I fucking LOVE the idea of the force team having their own group barrack or having to share one with other soldiers. But let's just pretend you live with other soldiers in this story and that you're not divided by gender 👀

The haunting screams and yells awaken you from your slumber, your face drenched in sweat and a thick smell of fear engulfing you. Looking around your small room the faint light seeping through the bottom of the door meant someone was awake. Your room was quiet and dark, the faint sound of a TV or someone talking was the only thing you could hear if you focused hard enough. The window was open, the soft breeze flowing through your room, blocking the outside light from entering. But it still wasn't enough from keeping you at bay, you tried everything to sleep nowadays. From medication to doing soothing stuff before bed to taking other soldiers' advice but nothing worked. The taunting flashbacks haunted you from days of endless guns firing and the blood of enemies even when you got countless days off to relax it just never came.

You sat up in your bed (cot), taking in everything and mentally trying to calm yourself back to sleep, thinking about anything that brought you joy but nothing came. Your room had pictures of your task force on there, photos ranging from stupid and silly selfies to ones where you stood next to the others holding a serious stand. Other polaroids of stuff that your family occasionally sent you through letters, vacations they took and family pets. You were not one to really put your family/private life out there but then again you weren't ashamed of saying anything when the conversation was brought up.

A small desk sat right next to the door on the opposite side of your bed, files and papers crowded its limited space with stationary all over it too. But you didn't have time out of your day to think once about cleaning your room, you've seen other soldiers' rooms that look way worse. And there's never that time you have, you're either too busy or don't give a shit. You walk in most days after a long mission or training just to sit down at your desk and do work all over again or lousy change your clothes. Throwing them into a pile that's constantly there sometimes when you realise you made yourself a mountain of dirty clothes.

Getting up from your bed you tread carefully and cautiously over to your door, stepping over any unwanted things crowding your wooden floor or trying to make your way through the dark. You're used to being able to see through the dark on missions but now you take caution in not disturbing others who sleep right next to your room through the thin walls.

You begin to wonder how you're going to make it through the night, maybe take someone else's sleeping pills or just do an all-nighter but your too tired but still pretty shaken up enough to not sleep. Slowly and quietly opening your door you look down and up the hallway to investigate if anyone's around. Only the hallways are long and dimly lit, sometimes the lights stay on in the hallway or for some reason otherwise there off. The only thing illuminating the barrack/building is the TV that is playing.

Continuing to walk further down you pass multiple rooms, some times you hear people talking quietly enough so they don't bother others but still talking above a whisper. Others have their lights on which shine through the cracks in the door, from under to in between the hinges. You'd have to guess that it's roughly around 12-1sh, the second you pass a small opening or window you get the feeling of the dark vibe outside. And every night it's not common for half the people to be up and around, you hear through other soldiers about their experience. How they deal with insomnia but most times it's hard in these conditions, drill Sargents wake you up in the middle of the night to discuss training right then and there.

♡ ♡ ♡

After what seemed like an endless stream of doors on either side, countless whispers among others and lights shining through the doors. You finally reach the door, the wooden door stands intimately in front of you, some times doors can have the person's rank on the sign, showing which task force they belong to and their code name in metal. But the sign shows a clear neat bold wording of "Ghost (Task Force 141 Lieutenant)" There's nothing out of the ordinary and you hesitate for a while your knuckles touching the naked door but not moving. You're scared of how he'll react when you bring up your pathetic reasoning for disrupting him so late. But sighing heavily you quietly, your rapid and unsteady heart beats thick against your chest as you swallow the ball of saliva in your throat.

"Who is it...?" Ghost's tone was hard to determine but he seemed confused but also emotionless at the same time. "It's Y/N, sir." You cringed to yourself already regretting ever bringing yourself to his door but there was nothing you could do now as he would fish out your lie easily. "Come in." His husky tone signalled for you to enter. Upon opening the door you were met with his greasy flat dimmed room, the atmosphere felt a mix of emotions.

His room was a bit bigger than yours and others, his higher rank meant he got a bit more luxury, sometimes an A/C, but it's rare. He had a reasonable size desk that stood right next to his bed, untidy files littered it too as it was just as dirty. This time his room was rather bare and dusty, with no decoration anywhere, the walls or anything, only the basic thin sturdy walls stood tall.

Has was sitting upright in his bed, still wearing his previous clothes from training today with no excessive amour. His same old mask you've seen countless times covered his unknown face as he stared at your hunched-over pose. "Need something?" He questioned you, his eyes ranking over your tank top with rolled-up military pants. "I wanted to ask you a favour..." Your quiet and unwonted tone made Ghost more curious than in the first place, he cocked his head to the side allowing you to continue speaking.

"Could I maybe lay down with you..." Your surprising question fell silent through the room, the more you two awkwardly stood facing each other the more you cursed yourself for being so fucking stupid. Ghost felt a tingle in his body, his mind telling him no and how someone would probably walk in on you two and get the wrong impression. But then again your tired and exhausted shape felt hard through him, watching as your eyes tried to stay awake, rapidly blinking. As your tone of mind tried to make it seem as if you weren't sleepless to him, the bags under your eyes stained his head with memories of him being exactly like you.

He'd remember standing him in your shoes, his first few years of the military and staying in a barrack full of other men was stressful. Back then he had no one to direct him where to go and what to do he stared at the ceiling every night wishing he could surround his head into the pillows and drift to sleep. But it came to no easy task for him.

"Sure" He blurted out, watching as your face rose bashfully, stalking over one by one to his bed. You stood tense like a log as you watched him make room, sliding over as much as he could so you could rest with him. The bed wasn't too bad, kinda like your coat but more comfortable in size and it didn't feel like sleeping on a thin piece of cardboard.

Ghost waited for you to lay down fully, his stare invited you to get comfortable more so you wouldn't have to feel like you needed to be a guest in his room. He wanted to hear your soft breaths and snoring not your wide eyes staring at his back still restless. He could deal with himself not sleeping but you or his team were different. "Need another pillow? Blanket?" You quietly laughed nervously, shaking your head before he turned around to turn off the lamp sitting right on his desk. Hearing the tick and the sudden pitch black swallowing you whole was relaxing.

Now you couldn't hear anything, no TV playing down the hall and no whispering from anyone beside walls. You close your eyes painfully as you tried to keep your thighs and arms clenched together, making sure you took up as little space as possible. The blankets that Ghost had on his bed were just pulled up by him, his hand ghosting over near you as he tried to flatten it out more, making sure the thin material fits perfectly over you. Hearing his head hit the pillow as you begin to close out any thoughts, his rapid hot breath surprisingly hitting your nose as you didn't know he was facing you. His foot and hand came over to just nearly graze your skin, his calloused muscular hand was inches away from your hand. His foot just barely wrapped around your tightly squeezed thighs/legs.

As you slowly and peacefully drifted to sleep, your thoughts shut off as all you could focus on was Ghosts' breathing his pinkly now lightly grabbing yours. You could practically feel him grip tightly onto yours as you drifted to sleep at once.

[strlingsav]

hii, im not sure if u write dad ghost, but if you don’t mind, could you write ghost coming home from work, happy to see his daughter and wife reader. he got home pretty late, so he puts his daughter to bed and spends time with his wife, leading to you know what 🫣 and soon they hear their daughter opening the door and has to pretend nothing happened.

i’d appreciate if u write this, if not then that’s alright, pls do what makes u comfortable 😌

I'm gonna throw up I love domestic Ghost 😭🤍 ofc I can do this 🤭 thanks for asking!! I changed it a bit, just bc I'm a sucker for a happy ending- literally.

Daughter's name is Ava (short and sweet, not much effort there sorry lol)

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– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

— Simon returns from deployment.

Explicit sexual content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

Simon saw the lights on from outside. It was late- too late for Ava to be up, so he assumed you'd fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him. The thought brought a rush of warmth over him. How badly he missed you, desperately chasing the memory of your touch, your wonderful smell, but nothing compared to you, real and in the flesh.

Climbing out of his truck, he headed for the front door. He considered himself to be a man with composure, but returning home to his wife and daughter after so long had his heart racing, hands shaking as he put the key in the lock.

He entered quietly, not wanting to wake you, and when he rounded the corner he found you asleep on the couch, as he assumed, but with an arm wrapped around Ava.

The sight alone was enough to make his knees weak. Then, he heard you snore, reaching out to tuck Ava in closer to your chest. He let out a quiet sigh. The ache in his shoulders was unnoticeable now, when he leaned against the door frame and watched the sight before him.

The TV light flashed across your faces, the faces he'd missed the most. He had your photos in his vest at all times, his family, but it never sated the burning in his chest, the indescribable emptiness.

He never imagined himself that way; a father, a husband, but you had him wrapped around your finger and he didn't mind being there. For the first time, with you, he wanted a kid. He wanted something to nurture. You'd brought that out of him, you were so maternal it hurt, and he couldn't help but picture himself right there beside you.

Now, your daughter was 5. It didn't seem so long ago that you'd be at his apartment every weekend, finding every free second to spend together. You were a bit wilder back then, still were, but motherhood suited you. He couldn't deny, watching you through it all only made his love and attraction grow tenfold.

He owed you everything, you'd given him an amazing gift, and reignited the desire to connect, to feel. Though you didn't quite see it that way, he knew he'd spend every waking moment cherishing you.

He slowly sauntered over, pulling the blanket off Ava. He lifted her to his arms, and she stirred, though kept her eyes shut, still lightly snoring. The sound of her breaths, her arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders, it made him melt. He nuzzled her head into his neck.

He realized he'd woken you up, and you went to stand up when he stopped you with a hand on your thigh.

"I've got her, sweetheart," He said.

You nodded, still disoriented, but happy beyond belief to see your husband, in one piece. You were sure you looked a nightmare, disheveled hair, dry drool on the side of your cheek, sweat lining your brow.

He disappeared down the hall with Ava in his arms, and you took the opportunity to get ready for bed.

Simon entered the master bedroom, finding you tying your hair up. Your eyes met his, shifting form your reflection in the mirror.

You smiled as he neared, your hands reaching out to glide over his shoulders. He pulled you in, a tight embrace, and squeezed once softly. He shut his eyes as he was enveloped by your touch, your smell. Utter ecstasy washed over him to be back in your arms, tangible and real.

He pulled away briefly, pressing his lips to yours, a tender, long kiss. He remembered how long he'd ached to feel you again, and the pure relief was overwhelming.

"Missed you," He said, muffled by your hair.

"I missed you too," You sighed, breathing in his scent. "Everything alright?" You asked, your voice in his ear.

He hummed in response.

"Ava go down okay?"

"She's out for the night, I reckon."

"She fell asleep at 8, think I only lasted until 9. She wanted to wait for her daddy," You said, pulling back.

His hands were still on your waist, his thumb moving in small circles comfortingly.

"S'alright," He said. "You wait up for daddy too?" He asked, his eyes narrowing at you.

You were wearing his shirt, your pyjama shorts were hidden underneath; it was practically a nightgown on you. There was nothing that aroused him more, your soft thighs peeking out from under the shirt, and he knew with all certainty that you weren't wearing a bra. He was hard just thinking about it.

You swatted his arm, "Simon," You scolded, a playful, bashful exclamation.

He pulled you into him again, eating up that coy reaction, you'd do it every time and he adored it more than anything. In reality, he knew you loved just how dirty he could be. Especially after going so long without feeling you, fucking you.

"Can't help it," He muttered. "Been gone too fuckin' long," He breathed.

"It's late- you must be exhausted," You said.

You tried to be reasonable, tried not to keep him up even though you were so desperate for him you were soaked already.

"Never too exhausted for you," He said, his hands travelling up your shirt to feel your skin against his.

He held you tightly, relishing the way you felt in his hands.

You smiled softly, pressing your lips to his gently at first, before he couldn't resist the taste of you and slid his tongue against yours. You whimpered quietly, exhaling against his face, your arms wrapping behind his neck to hold him as close as possible.

He lifted you to his hips with ease, his hands flat against your ass, squeezing teasingly.

"C'mere woman," He muttered against your mouth, making you throw your head back with a laugh.

You slapped a hand over your mouth, remembering your daughter soundly asleep across the hall.

"Oughta do somethin' about that loud mouth," He scolded.

You hummed with intrigue, your eyes glued to his as he walked the two of you to the bed. He landed on top of you as he laid you down on the bed.

"You're so lewd," You teased, surrendering to his body on top of yours.

He hummed, "You ain't even heard half'a what I wanna do to you."

He kissed your neck, delicate kisses that quickly turned hungry and you couldn't help the giggle that escaped your lips. Quieter this time, but enough to make his brow quirk up.

You nodded, "Think I better use my loud mouth," You whispered, your faces inches from each others.

His hands tugged your shorts off your thighs, calloused palms rubbing your soft skin. You shifted up to your elbows, watching with your lip between your teeth.

You went to lift the T-shirt over your head, when he stopped you.

"Leave it on," He said, his lips meeting yours in a reassuring kiss.

You nodded, following his lead as he unbuckled his belt, sitting himself on the edge of the bed. You knelt before him, shooing his hands away so you could do it yourself.

He was all adrenaline and testosterone, beyond aroused at the sight of you on your knees, no pants on, and wearing his shirt.

You slid his briefs down, exposing his cock. You wrapped your hand around his cock, and his head fell back, a sharp inhale raising his chest. When you pumped your hand up and down, he let out a low growl, his hand moving to your cheek with a tenderness nurtured by the time you'd spent apart.

"Christ, love," He breathed.

You didn't want to waste anymore time, and shifted upwards to have your tongue caress the head of his cock, engorged and thick, salty with pre-cum. He shivered, running his hand into your hair.

Wrapping your lips around him, you kept your eyes on his as you applied suction, hollowing your cheeks with vigour, resigned to pleasing him as much as you could. Your hand laid on his knee, the other wrapping around the base of his cock, pumping slowly to meet your lips, saliva already dripping down to add lubrication.

He cursed under his breath, his hand slowly closing into a fist in your hair, his chest rising and falling with every powerful breath. Your tongue massaged every vein and curve of his cock, paying attention to the grunts and groans of satisfaction that left his lips. It was hard not to be aroused by it, the approval in his tone, spoken without words.

Your head bobbing up and down, soft lips wrapped around his cock, silky tongue sliding against him at the same time- it was chilling, overwhelming, in the best way. Your hand continued further up his thigh, a comforting touch, a reminder that you were there, another layer of stimulation as if he needed any.

He groaned, a soft touch to his tone. "Missed your mouth."

You hummed, a thank you, filled with pride.

You were good, an expert in his pleasure just as he was with you. He'd learned every curve and detail of your body, and could break you down in seconds if he wanted to. His ego was broken at this point, pure vulnerability as your mouth sucked his cock, and he didn't mind one bit.

"Won't last long like this, love," He said, a strangled breath from his throat.

You exhaled through your nose, letting him fall from your mouth with a quiet 'pop'. He stood up, helping you across the bed to rest your head on the pillows.

His hands tugged at the shirt on your body, lifting it off your torso to savour the sight of your breasts, supple and inviting. You did the same for him, enjoying the vision before you; his hardened body, the dips and curves of every muscle, glowing with a thin layer of sweat. Your hands ran from his shoulders down to his torso, stopping at the trail of coarse hair disappearing beneath his briefs.

He had his eyes shut, savouring the softness of your hands on his body, shivering with anticipation. Only when his hands reached your breasts did he open his eyes, leaning down to take your nipple in his mouth, gently sucking and licking, teasing the pleasure to come. You shifted, antsy, restless. His other hand had palmed your breast, squeezing the pliable flesh in his hands.

"Fuckin' hell," He breathed, leaning over you.

He kissed your lips again, exploring your body with his hands, his lips not far behind. He reached your hips, slowly sliding your panties down your legs as he leaned in, his hands taking your thighs and pulling them over his shoulders. His lips kissed at the plush skin of your inner thighs, teeth biting into you gently, devouring you.

"Missed the taste of you," He said against you, warm air hitting your pussy, making you shiver.

You laid back, eyes closing as you digested his words; he knew exactly what to say to have you soaking wet, desperate and needy.

His tongue was smooth, warm and velvety against your clit. You gasped, relaxing into his hold as he ran small circles over your clit, your thighs twitching and jumping with every touch.

"Simon," You whispered, recognition of just how good he made you feel.

He was slow, passionate, savouring the taste of you, everything he'd thought about for weeks. The soft whimpers and moans you hid behind closed lips, the back of your hand pressed against your mouth, it drove him mad.

He clenched your thighs with possessive hands, flesh squeezing between his fingers, your toes curling against his back. Your hand drifted to glide through his hair, a gentle touch, some form of contact to keep you grounded. You let it rest on the back of his head, and he found it comforting. His eyes lifted to yours, his tongue sliding out, lightly flicking back and forth over your clit.

His lips were wet with your arousal, moving against your pussy, sucking and teasing at your clit. His tongue dove inside you, and your back arched, pressing yourself into his mouth. Your fingers tugged at his hair, a rumble of pleasure leaving his mouth.

It was sweet, sensual; a loving reunion. He was passionate about making you cum, especially when he hadn't seen you or touched you in so long. He thoroughly enjoyed the sight of you while he ate you out, you always had your lips parted, soft pants from your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut. Your cheeks took on a reddish hue, and the view from his position made him even harder.

He knew just what spots to touch, the pressure and speed that made your thighs shake. He never failed to make you climax quickly; and even after being apart, it seemed to be even easier. He buried his face in your pussy, head moving side to side as he devoured you, feeling your thighs clamp around his head, your fingers tug a bit harder at his hair.

He knew you were close, and when your entire body froze, rigid and tense, he knew the pulsating of your pussy followed shortly after. He softened his touch, prolonging your orgasm with every stroke of his tongue. You could hardly muffle the gasps and moans that forced their way out, biting into the back of your hand as your body shook with pleasure.

When he sat up to his knees, settling between your thighs, you saw his face glistening, wet with your arousal. He leaned closer, his lips meeting yours, tongues gliding together in an impatient kiss.

He slid inside of you- his favourite part, listening to your reaction as his cock pushed past the soft muscles inside you. You gasped quietly, your fingers digging into the taught muscles of his shoulders, sliding down his sides.

He let out a low groan; your warmth and wetness welcoming him home, absorbing him, hugging him. His head fell to the crook of your neck, his hand reaching your thigh to keep you in place beneath him, clamped tightly to his side.

He rolled his hips, burying himself inside you, deep inside you, your head falling in against the pillows.

"Shit, baby," You whined, your eyes squeezing shut as he filled you. "I missed you."

Your eyes snapped open to meet his gaze, your hands grasping the back of his neck, digging in as he thrusted his hips against yours.

"Couldn't stop thinkin' about you," He exhaled, his brows furrowed, a strained expression while he fought the urge to cum. "Y'feel so good, love."

He dug deeper, thrusting harder, watching your breasts recoil against his force, your entire body shining with a thin layer of sweat. He kissed your neck, sloppy, wet kisses.

"Don't stop baby, please," You whispered, your hand falling to rub fast circles over your clit.

A nasally groan bubbled up from the back of his throat as he felt your pussy clench, your eyes on his as you panted with exertion.

"Go on, love," He muttered. "I wanna feel you cum."

Your eyes rolled back, your abdomen tensing as you bore down through your climax, fighting the overstimulation. You gasped softly for air, pulling him even closer to you roughly. It was a harsh reflex he'd loved since the first time you did it.

He grunted in your ear, his cock throbbing when your pussy clamped down around him, nearly shaking his head in disbelief, restraint. His lips met yours as he quickened his pace, rutting his hips into you as he neared his climax.

He released inside you, shortening his thrusts as he came down from his high.

He pulled out slowly, cringing a bit with the over-sensitivity.

He laid down beside you, pulling you into his chest with heavy breaths. It was still, silent for a few moments as the two of you caught your breath, relishing in the tiredness and satisfaction.

[captain-mj]

Graves obsessed with Price killing Shepherd VS. Price obsessed with Graves in that suit FIGHT

No but seriously, I'm loving this, thank you for always being the fucking boss when it comes to PriceGraves

I like to think when Graves does find out Price has been jerkin it to him in the suit, he gets offended because that's not even his best suit! So he just casually puts on his best one and takes some definitely not work appropriate photos in it and leaves them on Price's desk as a thank you for killing Shepherd :3

I'm combining like... so many people's asks into this because I got a ton of asks along this idea! I hope everyone likes it <3

Graves knew that Price had killed Shepherd. It didn't take a genius to figure it out. Nor did it come as a shock that he found it attractive. Murder was always a good turn on for him.

No, the true surprise of the night was that Price found him attractive in a suit. And that none of his friends (coworkers? Family?? Graves was unsure) were unhappy about this.

Right now, they were trying to do an... intervention? Of some kind? They were currently going over a list of his crimes to date, most of which were stuff they had also done, just framed in a significantly worse light..

Graves was wearing a suit at the moment, having been wearing one for a meeting that he was going to have with Farah and a few higher ups in the Russian government. It was supposed to be just a few things to smooth over everything and she thought his presence might be helpful. Alex would also be there and he was also in a suit. Apparently Gaz had been particularly excited about it. Not excited enough to overlook Price's... interest though.

He was listening to them talk to Price about all of the bad things. They tried to get Alex to pitch in but he just vouched that Graves was a pretty nice guy, just goal oriented. When he had a mission, he didn't stop.

Graves appreciated the comments. He looked at himself, thinking about his much more expensive, much more fitted suit. They had only gotten through Ghost, the least talkative one, in the time that Graves was listening, so he took this as an opportunity.

Graves went back to his room and got redressed. He put on some cufflinks, even added a few rings. This was his chance to maybe get Price as obsessed with him as he was.

They had moved on to Soap who was ranting at length about the fact that Graves shot Soap in the shoulder, which wasn't even correct because technically it was one of his Shadows.

Graves waltzed in, pretending to be fixing his sleeves. "Alex, I think the time zones got me a bit messed up. How long until our meeting?" He glanced at them and he made sure to look... unimpressed.

Price grabbed his jacket and immediately put it in his lap. Graves almost smirked, but instead, he just glanced around at them.

Soap and Gaz looked defeated. Graves wasn't good enough at reading Ghost to figure out his expression. He thought it was acceptance honestly. Ghost had known Price the longest according to what he had heard and he must know what Price looked for.

Graves talked to Alex for another moment, hearing Gaz whisper shout at Price "Really?? You're bricked up right now??"

Alex answered, clearly trying not to smile. "Actually, we should probably go now. We'll be back in two hours, guys."

Graves waved at them and if he made sure to make eye contact with Price, fluttering his eyelashes before leaving, Alex close behind.

Alex waited until they were out of earshot of the two of them. "He's down bad."

Graves smiled. "Yeah... Might have to take him on a date. Think if I treat him somewhere fancy, he'll let me take him home?"

"On the first date?? Probably if you wore a suit."

-

Graves groaned as he came home. The meeting ran late but he was excited to be home to take a shower. He went to take off his jacket before Price cleared his throat.

Graves glanced at him, in the dark, beanie on and in civvies. "Was this what Shepherd saw in his last moments?" He motioned to him.

Price nodded and took a puff of his cigar. "Yeah, it was. Different shirt though."

"Ah..." Graves felt his mouth go dry. He was so hot it made his head dizzy.

"Am I making you nervous, Commander?"

"Not at all, Captain. I'm actually glad I'm talking to you."

Price leaned back and spreading his legs a little more, as if getting comfy. "Really?"

"Interested in dinner with me?"

Price's expression didn't change as he slowly took another drag. He was luckily Graves didn't mind cigar smoke. "I wouldn't mind it."

"There a particular reason you covering your lap right now?"

Price didn't look away. "You're sexy in those suits. You changed on purpose."

"Knew you'd see right through me, even if your team can't." Graves slid his jacket off, not missing the way his eyes lingered. "Be nice to me and I'll wear a suit on our date."

Price laughed softly. "Right..." He stood up and walked closer, clearly looking Graves up and down. They were both too confident. Headstrong. Ambitious.

The sex was going to be mindblowing.

"I look forward to our date, Commander."

"I said dinner. Not a date."

Price's eyes widened a little, reminding Graves of the puppies in commercials. Quickly, he corrected himself. "Of course it's a date, Captain. I'll see you tomorrow night?"

Price nodded but he took a moment to admire the view before leaving.

[blingblong55]

Monstrance Clock-141 NSFW

A/N: imagine getting Ciriced by Price?? oh my days would I go feral

Based on a request:

What about nameless ghoul!Ghost whose a quintessence ghoul and the rest of 141 are ghouls too? Price is a like Copia but was raised with ghouls that’s why his ghouls listen they’re a pack

--- F!Reader, ghost band au, nameless ghoul!141, Papa emeritus!Price, photographer!reader, rock band au, smut, MDNI, 18+, blowjob so..oral!sex, Fem giving, slapping ---

A/N: Did I give them the classic, mountain, dewdrop and aether names? maybe I did…maybe I didn't…also I lied about this not being smutty…not sorry

The band Ghost is essentially one of the best rock bands to rise to fame for how good the vocals are, the act, the way the rituals(shows) exist, the ghouls and the lead singer. The perfect combination for all those who are into theatrics and rock. You happen to find yourself in the mix, being the photographer who follows along for all rituals. Tonight, performing for the best crowd, you find yourself roaming the stage as the men of the band practice the setlist for tonight. John walks in, a smirk on his lips as he knows how many women will be dying to get Ciriced by him. The ghouls walk on stage, maskless and already fucking around with the equipment.

"Oh hello, bonnie," Soap goes for the immediate hug and kiss on the cheek combo. Trying to win a spot as the favourite. Gaz and Ghost, how ironic, smoking at the edge of the stage. "Right boys, let's start by this," Price begins his meeting, guiding them and letting them know that tonight, they better bring their best behaviour, which in their case is being horny on stage and teasing all those in attendance. Dewdrop Ghoul, being Soap was instructed to make his sexual dance moves for when Mummy Dust comes on. Gaz, being named by fans as Rain Ghoul was instructed to later on the show come to the front of the stage and pretend to take over for Soap. Quintessence or Aether Ghoul as most fans call him was instructed to be cheeky alongside Soap. Papa Emeritus is as horny as can be when he kneels and makes fans want to indulge in his sins.

A/N: here me out, Farah is Cirrus, Alex is Swiss, and because here I like to fuck around with canons, König is Mountain and for shits and giggles, Kate is Cumulus…

"R/N, make sure to also record and take pictures of Gaz for the girls and boys," Price winks and walks off stage, getting ready for his Papa suit to be put on. Ghost walks to you, his arm draped over your shoulder as he and the other men look at the empty stadium. "We made it big time, no?" Soap asks and all of you nod. After some talk, the men begin to practice the set list, tuning their instruments and perfection notes for later tonight.

The religious groups outside, calling them and you Satanists only fed the fans that awaited the show. "C'mon, little ghoul, let's go get ready," Gaz takes your hand and walks off stage with you. "This man is trying to steal her from us?" Soap asks to which Ghost shakes his head. "Can't blame him for trying, although I know I'm her pick."

Later in the evening, you walk the halls of the stadium, photographing the ghouls making a shit show as they got energised for the ritual. Price taking photos with young fans and then walks to you, "Ready for a little bit of rock, little one?" His hand is on your waist as he guides you down the hall. "Ghouls, c'mon," he makes sure to not say names as young fans walk by. The way the stadium filled with signs, fans dressed as Papa or the ghouls, feeding the ego of the rockstars.

As the men posed for photos, and the casual candid ones you took, you got the now iconic photo of the Ghouls, touching each other all as Aether Ghoul flipped you off. Their masks, provoke even the holiest of men or women in the crowd to sin with them tonight.

The walk to the stage is fast, all running to their positions as you hurry to the front of the stage, photographing fans, handing out guitar picks and then preparing for when the time arrives. And just as you positioned your camera, Imperium begins to play, the shadows of them through the curtains excite fans. The lights out as the ritual begins. Kaisaron next as the three Ghouls go to the front of the stage, almost leaning on each other as their guitars make a beautiful melody. They go back to their positions and Price comes out. Papa Emeritus, to the stage front, as he begins to sing, the crowd wild and calling for him. You photograph the night away.

Cirice comes on and the three dancing Ghouls find a girl or man to mess with. The way they reached for them, how the fans went wild and before the man or woman could touch them, they would back away and continue playing. Papa, Ciriced the lucky girl that night, the same girl who had a guitar pick thrown to her cleavage. You smile as you watch the men get glorified like clothed porn stars. The music was sung between Papa and the fans, an experience most will never forget.

'He is' begins to play, some people sing to it, and some listen and adore it. You watch as the Ghouls become more calm. The lights are dark as they only shine on Price. Some became emotional, others whistled and cheered. Once finished, Price begins his speech. "New York, we will play a very heavy song next, do you want to hear it?" The crowd cheers. Soap chuckles as women make obscene gestures to him and he of course feeds them with his gestures. Once 'Mummy Dust' was announced to play, he and the other two men went to the front of the stage, each holding the gaze of the wave of people.

"Join us now, in Mummy Dust," Price said and began to excite the crowd. The three men grind on the other as they begin to play. Once separated, the men grind their hips to their guitars, Soap sticks his tongue out as he showcases his piercing. Price with his sexual moves as he pretends to stroke his microphone and spread the 'cum' on those present. His back arches as he plays pretend on an orgasm. Towards the end of the song, Soap goes to Ghost, begins to lick his side of the neck and watches the fans as they both play their guitars and begin the new wave of horniness in the stadium.

It was towards the end of the show when 'Ritual' began to play. "We know it's getting late, so we will leave you with our last little ritual here." He moved to Gaz's side of the stage. "But you better make this count, so make noise, New York!" The music began and the Ghouls began their blasphemous dance moves. You take the opportunity and take more pictures, Ghost posing for them all and even touching himself for you. You shake your head and he shrugs.

"Come closer," he says to you, which you do and he takes a puff from his vape and blows it in your face. "Good girl," he touches himself once more and walks back to Gaz. Ritual, enticing more provocative moves from Soap. He leans on Gaz as his fingers tease his thighs and chest. Fans go wild as the men do this. As the song comes to its end, Price speaks to the fans. "New York, you have been lovely, but we aren't done yet, you know." The crowd cheers, feeding his ego. "We don't leave you with shitty endings, we believe in good endings!" He looks around. "Now, New York, if I want you to promise me that tonight, you'll go home and do one thing," He turns to you and from under his mask he smiles. His gaze back on the fans as he continues, "Give yourself and, or someone dear to you or close to you and orgasm tonight, yes?" The crowd cheers again. You chuckle. "Good, no we will do one last song now."

He walks closer to the edge of the stage, "Coincidentally, this song is about happy endings, specifically how to achieve one female happy ending." He points to you and some other female fans amongst the crowd. "Before we go, we will all sing loud and clear, you hear me. A song to celebrate the female Orgasm! In the name of Satan." He raises his arm and the crowd, specifically the women cheer. 'Monstrance clock' begins to play.

The night went well, the Ghouls all bowed at the end of the night and threw guitar picks and even caught a few closed rubber boxes and bras. You walked backstage and Gaz was the first, yet again to keep you away from the rest.

The halls filled with the crew, running as they kept the stadium ready for the next day. The rest of the Ghouls ran down the hall; some played football and others smoked as they rested their bodies. The other photographers captured images for later use, Price walking around with his cigar, posing for the cameras. Gaz walks with you, "Did you see that little hip movement I did? Well, that was for you, darling," he kisses your cheek and before you can respond, Ghost and Soap take you away. Claiming you and your little camera for the night.

A/N: okay, maybe I am horny as I write this next part but fuck off because you are a masked man's slut too and we both probably have a thing for being fucked in front of a camera…love you! <3

They take you to their dressing room and sit you down. "What will the picture be this time?" You asked as they looked at each other. "Oh, not a picture this time, love. It'll be you and our fat cocks in your mouth, so open that pretty mouth and be a good slut," Ghost commands. Soap makes you get on your knees and forces your mouth open. He spits in your mouth along with Ghost and they make you swallow it. "Good girl, R/N," Ghost slaps your face a few times and then Soap begins to record. You'd be lying if you said you didn't want this, or to have Gaz and Price included. They didn't need groupies, not when your body can take three cocks and your hand or tits can take the other one.

Their thick and heavy cocks slap your face. You stick your tongue out and let Soap's fat cock open your mouth wide open. Ghost strokes himself, and then as he grows desperate for attention, he takes your hand and forces you to stroke him. Soap spits on Ghost's dick and watches as his bandmate groans. Your eyes teary as you gag and get forced to keep Soap's cock in your tiny mouth. Whatever couldn't fit in your mouth, Ghost helped by stroking it. The camera focused on you well you took Soap's cock. Your moans are muffled as you feel Ghost pinch your hard nipples.

Soap's cock was covered in pre-cum and your drool. When he pulls out, you gasp a little and before you can breathe properly, Ghost's fat cock spreads your mouth open again. Your teary eyes looking at his. His hips grind as he pushes your head further into his cock. You gag and he groans. Soap records as you take it full, your throat abused by him, his tip too deep in your throat by now. Your cries and mewls feed him more as he grips your head and keeps you in place.

"Just like that, stay like that. Good…good girl-fuck…oh baby~" Ghost moans as he feels his cum fall all in your mouth. He slaps you when you try and pull away. "Bad fucking girl," he slaps you again and again until you stop fighting. Soap laughs as you keep stroking his cock, the way you became so submissive to them, only making him get hornier and ready for the next show where he will tease you more than ever.

Once Ghost pulls out, he gives you a kiss and cleans his cock on your face. Price and Gaz open the door and smirk, "Hm, well if it isn't our little slut." One nod from him and Ghost and Soap leaves the room, the camera left in the corner as Price cleans your face. "Get on your knees, doll," he whispers. Gaz undoes your clothes and slaps your ass a few times. The night only getting started for your tight holes.

A/N: and here it is my horny children…now I must go and write angst...goodnight. Also, I kinda want to do more m!reader smuts so please pookies, give me ideas

tags: @urmajestyzel @kateluni @kit-kats06 @sp4c3k1ngjup1t3r @unicorngirly1 @scarletdfox @literallylovered @hades-aldrenn @aethelwyneleigh27 @spiderlilytengu @ghostslillady @agentkeegan @undercover-smutlover @driedsage @liyanahelena

[juvenillia]

~ Death of Peace of Mind ~ 17: complicated

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader

photo credits go to very talented @ave661

a/n: Tbh this isn’t one of my best chapters. Just feels like I failed the pacing in here, but somehow it still holds some impact. I hope you like it! anyways I am not in good mood right now, but I’m trying my best to keep everything going. So really thanks for sticking with my story. The next chapter will be really different and more filler, before we’re getting down to the real deal, hehe.

CW/TW: mentions of loss, guilt, violence, jealousy, idiots in love, pinning, teasing, petnames

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It was already late at night when the heli had to land through unclear complications. You weren't allowed to set a foot in the sky anymore. Left behind at a countryside. "Rog’, sir.", Simon hung up with Price while shoving his phone back into his pocket. You sat next to Johnny and ignited a fag. "And?", Johnny looked at the taller man. Your duffle bags were placed next to you. They weren't heavy loaded because your mission was a light one after all. "Seems like there was an aircraft grounding." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Price sends a car, we can drive from here." - "We'll need the whole night." Johnny exhaled annoyed, throwing his hands up. "Better than freezing to death in the middle of nowhere.", you stated while breathing out some smoke. "Yer cold?", Simon immediately turned towards you. Shaking your head no, you reached into the pocket to hand him a cigarette. "Just can't cope." He took a fag out of your package, and you gifted him a small smile. He then turned around to smoke while observing the surroundings. Accepting your answer for now. "Wait, isn't Skadi the Nordic goddess for winter?" Johnny looked at you from the side. You took another long drag from your cigarette. "Ironic, isn't it?", you laughed out and the smoke left your throat.

It took some time until two cars arrived at your location. One was for you to take and the other to take the original driver back. You loaded everything in the trunk and Johnny immediately wanted to take the back seat. He already fell asleep in the open, his head resting against your statue, so he wanted to have enough space to get some proper rest. The door was still locked. Simon thanked the guy and took the keys from him. Just then you wanted to take them out of his hand. "What are ya trying?", he flipped his hand with the key away from you. It looked ridiculous how he held the keys up in the air so you wouldn't be able to reach them. "Uhm, to drive, obviously. Thought you were so observant.", you teased him, pushing your hands in your hips again. "Forget it.", he said bluntly looking in your eyes. " 'm drivin'." - "Ya don't want me as co-driver. Believe me.", you looked a bit annoyed, stretching your hand out, open palm for him to lay the keys in. Simon pretended to put the keys in before shamelessly snatching them back and moving to the door that led to the driver's seat. You instantly moved in his way what lead into a genuine chuckle by him. This was a fight of stubbornness at is finest.

Johnny rolled his eyes at the sight, some month ago, when you had such a fight, he was scared if the two of you would end each other. Now he could only watch in annoyed amusement. Ghost could've just ordered you to take the passenger seat, but he knew better than that. "And I don't want ya to drive either.", he leaned a bit closer to you. "Don't make it so bloody complicated.", he breathed out. Anyone would have crumbled under his glare, the only thing you got were goosebumps. Of course, only because of the cold night air. "Damn bonnie, just let him drive. Yer can switch later!", Johnny cried out and you could see the corner of Simon's eyes wrinkle and you exhaled defeated. "Ya gonna regret that decision, darling.", you chimed while going for the passenger seat, a bit defeated but you indeed started to freeze. So, anything that would take you back was kind of alright. Maybe it was even more alright when he was the person taking you back to the base. Simon stood there for a second completely frozen at your words. He wanted to hear you calling him that so bad and now that he did his brain shortly circuit. Feeling how his cheeks became hotter than he was used to. "Lt?!" Johnny's whiney voice pulled him back.

You were about forty-four minutes on the road and Johnny was deep asleep, snoring in the backseat. You and Simon sat in that comforting silence while he drove perfectly fine. His window was pulled down, the fresh air floating through the car. “Tell me, what ‘m going to regret?”, his teasing voice breaking the silence. You hated to admit, but somehow you had no problem with him driving. “Just zip it.”, was your only answer when you fell a bit further into the leather of the seat. From time to time, he would look at you, making sure you were alright.

"Ya know, ya can sleep too...", his voice was so caring, it made you smile. "Don't worry. You won’t get rid of me that easily.", you said jokingly. Your sentence first caught him off-guard. Remembering the last time he heard it, but then he only chuckled silently.  

You sometimes rubbed your arms because of the cold breeze and trying to find another position in your seat. You wouldn't dare to ask Simon to close the window. The fresh air helped through late night drives; you knew that to well. "If you want to switch, just say something.", you said softly, always trying to not wake Soap up. He just hummed in appreciation, still he didn't seem to want to switch anytime soon.

After two more hours listening to the calm noises of the radio, Johnny's snoring, and some small interaction with the driver, you slowly felt tiredness wash over your body. Just then you saw a service station from afar. "Mind stopping for a quick break?" Without hesitation he pulled over and used the time to walk a few steps stretching his limbs. Johnny was still gone. You could see Simon standing outside the car as you walked back. He climbed in as soon as he took sight of you. Preventing you from discussing who would drive now. "What's that?", he looked in confusion at the cups in your hands as you took your place again. "That is a special coffee with a chocolate note. The caffeine and sugar helping with staying awake. And a black regular one with sugar, in case you don't want any experiments.", you chimed holding both cups up. He only shook his head in disbelief, but his eyes were relaxed, and he then took the regular one, just because he knew you'd like the one with chocolate more. "And that?", he pointed at a little paper bag in your lap. "A chocolate brownie when our sleeping beauty decides to accompany us again." He laughed at that and pointed in front of you, after you placed the paper bag onto the backseat next to the sleeping Scot.

On the dashboard in front of you was the grey hoodie he wore until now. You haven't even realized he was only wearing his compression shirt. "I don't..." - "Don't make me order ya to not freeze yer arse off." You simply smiled and pulled the hoodie over your head. It was way too big for you, but the warmth it provided was everything you could wish for. His body temperature still clinging to it, same as his scent. It was intoxicating. You hoped it would never leave your nostrils. It almost hurt how desperate you were at this point. He started the engine and went back on the road. Even when it was harder to keep the eyes on the road now. Eyes always trailing to the side view.

You spent a few more minutes in silent before he decided to chat a bit. He couldn't deny that he also got tired, but he'd never admit it. Talking would help keeping both of you awake. Well, listening to you talk would do the job for him. So, he thought what topic to approach. There were a few floating his mind, but he went with the easiest one by now.

"Yer often spent time at McKenna's place?", the question came out of nothing for you, but you didn't mind at all. "Yup. Had nothing to make me actually need to return to Birmingham... so mostly spent the time on leaves in Scotland with Matty, sometimes in London with Randy and well, in Austria with König.", you explained calm. Simon only nodded. There he was again, the intruder. Not only did he now worried about his own teammate getting too close to you, because that would be complicate the work (really no other reason of course…), but there was still that giant asshole. "Another surprise entry I should be prepared for?", his voice was joking, and you just shook your head no. "Meg and König are the only ones left." Your eyes were blurry, once out of exhaustion, second out of sadness and guilt now creeping up to you. He understood, maybe better than anyone. The need of reaching out to you grew once more. How could anyone just touch you so casually then and now, but he couldn’t bring himself to. Still, there was another question burning in his throat. A question that burned in his brain since the accident that haunted his dreams. Since he always saw him glued to your waist. A question he hoped to not have to ask. Would it make things awkward? Matthew didn't want to answer it either. Why did he even need an answer that bad?

You sipped calm at your coffee, while your free hand fidgeted with the hem of the hoodie, pulling it a bit more down. "So...", he started, still unsure if he was allowed to request something so deep in your privacy just so casual, but this decision should be up to you. You waited for him to go on while still sipping on your hot beverage.

"Ya 'nd Konig?", his voice was suddenly so different than before, and the question caught you off guard. You swallowed on the liquid, bringing you to cough. " I shouldn't have asked.", he added abruptly. You just raised your hand at him. "Nah, it's fine. It's just complicated..." you starred into the distance in front of you, and he felt awkward. It was the same answer Matthew gave them before. It should be enough for him. " 's none of my business.", Simon added with a low voice while the grip around the steering wheel tightened. "You asked, and I can answer... it's just nothing I'm proud of.", you admitted calm. Simon didn't want to push you any further, so he decided to just listen. Shoving his complicated thoughts aside to just listen carefully. You fidget even more with the soft fabric in your hands. Why did his clothes feel so much softer than yours? "There was something... but I didn't let it happen. I was too selfish...scared", you started slowly.

Thinking back of all the talks you had with Randy about it. The late-night hours you spend with König figuring it out and ending in pushing him away anyways. "To be honest... I was a completely coward... he was willingly giving me everything I could've asked for and I just...", you swallowed, regret burning in your chest. "I just kinda used him to make myself feel better and then pushed him away when things became more serious..." your voice became a lot lower and more hurt. "Still, he would come back whenever I needed him..." you didn't know why you told him all of that, but it felt right to be with honest with him. He knew about Randy, so why shouldn't he know about König. It just felt right, and you talked like your brain went on autopilot.

"I understand...", his voice became softer again. He did understand, to be too scared to let something good happen. From all the people, how could he not understand? He was the person most scared to let something good happen to him after all. Ghost would always remind him that it was better that way. Ghost was the one pushing the urge to reach out to you down so often. He was the one shoving all the longing away. Still, the answer didn't really sit right with him. He hoped for a 'no, just close mates' kinda answer but knowing that there indeed was something between you two and there still might be something...it bugged him. It made sense, though. Seeing him around you and how natural you reacted to him. His eyes wandered over to you, and he could sense how your brain was working just like his. Did he go too far? Did he make things unnecessarily hard with his request? Everything was so easy going with his team, why got everything complicated when it came to you? Maybe both of you made it unnecessary complicated yourself.

"Can I ask something in return?", your voice was still low but not filled with any regret. He nodded, trying to let his thoughts go straight. "Did Ghost or Simon wanted to know?", you smiled a bit while looking at him. Being the co-driver wasn't even that bad, you could look at him way more often and the tight bodice he wore made it hard not to. He looked at you for a second before averting his gaze back on the street. Who wanted to know? Ghost surely wanted to know, planning ahead if there could be something complicating an operation or even threatening the team’s wellbeing, your wellbeing. Especially when you now had to work with the colonel. But Simon, he wanted to know for much more selfish reasons, reason he couldn't accept. Reasons he wouldn't tell you. "It's complicated...", was his only answer, and you let out a chuckle and nodded. You still couldn't get a grip on it if it was Simon or your Lieutenant talking, especially outside of missions. You knew they were somehow the same person, but still so different. But you would learn, you were willing to learn everything about him, if he would let you.

You pulled the hood of the clothing over your head to shield you a bit more from the cold. "You're the first person... the first one I can talk 'bout all that...", your confession was a quite mumble. The hood over your head should also protect you from showing your burning cheeks. "Since Droplet..." He blinked, his eyes flashed with surprise, constantly switching between your figure and the road. He wanted to say so much, but he couldn't. Every phrase his mind would build sounded wrong to him. Nothing could describe the overwhelming sensation within him. So, he only hummed in appreciation and at the same time cursed himself to miss that chance.

After that you fell back in the usual, comforting silence. Stealing glances at each other when you thought the opposite wouldn't look. Your mind started to wander. Wander to a talk with Randy years ago. How he scolded you for pushing your own luck away the whole time and just to accept your feelings, your attraction towards him, your own happiness. Randy was the first one to see how your glances at König changed back then, how you started to spend more time together. Even if it was only little late-night walks, and how you immediately searched for his presence no matter where you were. Randy knew long time before you could even think about it. And one night everything got out of hand, just because you were so stubborn and needed to prove something. Something you thought you were so right about it, but oh god you were so wrong about it.

Then your mind went back to the talk with König some time ago. How his eyes told you still the same as all those days back then and still he assured you to go for it. But for what? Could he really read you so openly? Was it so obvious? Did your eyes betrayed you anytime you looked at him? Even Johnny teased you about it way too often. Now Matt also started to reassure you. Did your stolen glances give away the feelings you tried to suppress so much? Your eyes wandered over Simon’s figure, and you asked yourself, if that time it would be different. Deep down you knew you had an answer, and it was yes, it will be different. Your logical side told you that he wouldn't let feelings get mixed in with the job, he wouldn't let things get awkward emotionally between the two of you.

So, you'd just wait till this phase is over. Let this little crush vanish with time. You didn't want it to make it any more complicated. You wouldn't let it happen and you thought he wouldn't either. And even if you tried the hardest to not fall asleep, at some point you couldn't handle your heavy eyelids anymore. The warmth and the scent around you providing with nothing more than a familiar feeling of safety. A feeling some people would call home, a feeling Simon provided you all so often, and just like that you drifted away, into a dream, into the past.

While he already had an internal fight with himself. Simon vs. Ghost. His brain, that told him to stay away from that kind of stuff, away from you, against his heart that longed to be closer to you, to hold you in his brawn arms again. He knew it was wrong, he knew he didn’t deserve it. He knew he was too broken to deserve something so unique sincere and still he couldn’t suppress the craving within his chest. All the time Johnny hugged you, when Kyle playful threw his arm around your shoulder, the way that god damn Austrian hold your hand, the sheer thought of the kiss Johnny and you shared. It made him unsettled; it made him long for your touch even more and yet he didn’t know how or why. Never did he even feel the desire for physical affection, not after what he’d been through, but with you it was different. You came into his life and started to wreck his world. Tearing the walls down, that protected Simon from everything, and Ghost had a lot to do to keep them up while you broke them down brick by brick. And if Simon would’ve been honest with himself, he hoped that for once in his life Ghost would lose that fight.

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⛓POSSESSION⛓

PART:FIVE

WARNING:angst, possessive/obsessive behavior, jealously, stalking and kidnapping

DISCLAIMER: NSFW CONTENT AND MDNI

PAIRING: Yandere Ghost x fem! Reader

A/N: I want to make this very clear that I do not condone this behavior. This is written for military fem reader. The yandere behavior will gradually get more intense so please be aware. Again please be aware that this is a touchy subject. Hope you enjoy! ❤️

Over the course of several weeks Ghost had been following you and stalking you through your every day private life. He came back to your home the next day to sneak an Airtag to your car making sure it was hidden good enough. That way he knows where you are at all times. He always follows you and is often thinking you two are on a romantic date every time he walks with you on your afternoon walks to the gym or grocery shopping. Ghost is always around the corner keeping you company. He wishes he could talk to you more when your together, but even more content when he’s in the same space as you. Even if you don’t know he’s there with you.

He has collected photos of you either in your garden or just checking the mail. He loves how domestic you look and how peaceful you are. But without him?Why would you not want him to help you around your house? You wouldn’t even have to lift a finger if you just loved him back. And whenever he looks at you in your living room just singing while cooking, all he can do is watch you with the biggest blush on his face. “You can at least pretend to love me.”

Ghost was at his house getting ready to head back to base. Price called everyone back in from leave. He made copies of the photos he took of you and had them scattered in his kitchen table and walls. One of his favorite pictures of you was framed and placed on his nightstand. He dreams every day to wake up to you in his arms. How he wishes to see you peacefully sleeping and to be the only one to admire your unconscious beauty. Only a framed picture will do for now. He kissed the frame and said that he’s on his way to see you again. How he never felt lonely once because of how much he saw you these past few weeks. Saying he can’t wait to see your beauty from up close and to see the beauty that no one else deserves to see. “I’m the only person who could ever love you.”

Once everyone was back at the base, you all welcomed each other with smiles and hugs. Watching the others hug you made his blood boil but he let it slide since it was just a friendly side hug and nothing too touchy. Everyone stood at the entrance of the base just having some friendly banter since it’s been awhile since you have seen them. Ghost stood right next to you but a little too close to which the rest noticed. They just gave him the side eye and then looked down to you almost as if they were trying to look for something.

The banter died down as soon as Ghost started to death stare Gaz and Johnny since they were the ones teasing you about Ghost being too protective over you. He never broke eye contact with them. He was murdering them with his eyes. Making him look like he can’t protect you at all made him furious. The silence was awkward so you just forced a giggle and then made your way to your room. Ghost follows along with you but just walks back to his room and settles in.

Gaz and Johnny were just left wondering why Ghost would all of a sudden have a likeness towards you. It was so unusual and so out of the blue. One things for a fact that they would rather keep their mouths closed from now on forward. How eerie and sinister the gaze that Ghost gave them when they joked about you was so petrifying. Knowing what Johnny went through and how he saw that angered side of Ghost he would rather keep his words to himself. Price had also noticed this change in Ghost but just didn’t comment on it. Just thought he was looking out for you since he was your lieutenant. Plus he knew Ghost wouldn’t be looking out for relationships since he always prioritized his job first rather than love. “I can’t stand how they’re looking at you.”

After a couple of days on base and following your lieutenant wherever he goes, he finally lets you rest after a long evening of paperwork and debriefing. He did buy you your favorite strawberry drink that you mentioned you liked. How thoughtful of him to remember such a fact about you. You took sips in between putting your pjs on and doing your self care. Either you were super tired from work today or you just felt a random sense of fatigue. You ignored it and you quickly fell asleep rather quicker than normal. You fell unconscious with the drink Ghost gave you.

It was 2 am when Ghost made his way inside your bedroom. He ignored any signs of sound because he didn’t see you get up or shuffle. He walked and made his way to your bed and sat down next to you. The bed creaked when he sat down and his heart was beating incredibly fast and he couldn’t contain the happiness he felt to see your precious self again. This is was he dreamed of. To see you sleeping and admiring your beautiful face. This is better, he thought to himself. There’s no stress or anxiety. Just you and him or… your unconscious body. Ghost knows you won’t wake up. He slipped something in your drink that’d keep you nice and unconscious for the next eight if not ten hours of sleep.

He spends hours like that, on the edge of your bed holding your hand and trying to get used to the feeling of your fingers linked between his. Even with the lights off, your eyes shut,Ghost was a nervous wreck. He was grinning and blushing trying to stop his breathy laughs when he feels how soft your skin is against his own. When Ghost gets a little braver he moves closer and cups your face and kisses your forehead, then your cheek, and then your lips. He had to grab one of your spare pillows to bury his face into it to soothe his racing heart. You do that to him, even when you aren’t even trying.

Ghost wastes hours like that. Every little touch or show of affection leaves Ghost too flustered to look at your sleeping face. Too embarrassed to imagine how he’ll meet your beautiful eyes tomorrow. He checks the time and it’s the time you would usually wake up to with the drug running through your system. It takes Ghost longer than he thought it to tear himself away from you but as he gets up to leave your room, he can’t seem to stop smiling.

It was the perfect date. The perfect first date. And Ghost is sure the second’s going to be even better….

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TW: mentions of homophobia, brief f-slur mention More silly conversations and goofy friendship moments that Steve hasn't had in a while! I just love the Robin/Steve/Eddie dynamic, it's my favorite out of everything so I hope you like and I did it justice

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After their midnight talk, Steve couldn’t just go back to bed. There were too many thoughts, too many emotions, too much going on in the past day for his mind to quiet enough to let sleep take him. Instead, Eddie kept him company in the kitchen. They talked about the other Steve, Eddie hesitant at first, but Steve reassured him he wanted to know more about the man he could have been, the one everyone saw when they looked at him.

It was interesting, hearing all the differences of his life that appeared from the crossroads of his father living and dying. Apparently, Richard Harrington had died in some sort of travel accident when Steve was four. Eddie didn’t quite know the details, he’d never asked, but the rumor around town was that Mr Harrington had gone off on a business trip the morning of Steve’s fourth birthday. He came back in a casket.

Steve could vaguely recall begging his father to stay home for his birthday that year. He’d begged and begged until his father relented, it was probably the best birthday Steve could remember. And yet, because of that, the rest of Steve’s childhood suffered. Oh, the irony, Steve thought.

They went over some of the pictures hanging on the photo wall, Eddie dramatically re-enacting a few of them, though Steve could tell it was hard. If Eddie’s rings were his armor, Steve thought maybe his DM persona was a shield. Like it was easier to remain detached if he pretended they were campaigns and not memories.

Steve also noticed that since their talk outside, Eddie refrained from calling the other Steve ‘his Steve’. He just called him Steve, just like it was another person who happened to have the same name. It was nice, like Steve wasn’t a replacement or the same person or a mistake. He was just Steve, and so was this other guy. Two different people with the same name, like it was normal.

It was a relief, in those moments, to be someone new, someone separate from the other Steve. It made him feel a little less like he was taking up space he shouldn’t be in, and Steve thought maybe that was Eddie’s intention. He said Steve wasn’t taking someone else’s place, and he kept his word.

At some point, before the sun rose, the stairs creaked with footsteps. The two had been crouched over the counter with cups of coffee, legs too numb from sitting for hours. Robin swayed sleepily into the kitchen, blinking one eye at a time before rubbing at them with her balled up fists. She looked kind of like a toddler who was searching for her parents. Steve snorted into his mug, setting it down before he choked on the liquid inside. Robin’s eyes narrowed at him, before she rolled her eyes and lazily lifted two fingers up in a peace sign.

“Sup, Dingi,” she croaked, voice not quite awake yet.

Steve shared a look with Eddie, scrunching his nose up in a sneer and nodding silently toward Robin, what the hell did she just say?

Eddie snorted and took a gulp from his mug, a silent don’t ask me, sent back.

Robin sighed and pointed to Steve, “One dingus,” she said, then pointed to Eddie, “two dingi,” she concluded, before wandering over to Steve and stealing his mug of coffee. She clasped it in her hands and shuffled over to the other side of the counter island, plopping herself into a stool. “So what were you two lovely ladies talking about at four in the morning?”

“I was telling Stevie here about that one time Steve bet you couldn’t beat his track time and you sprinted so hard you threw up in your lunch bag before band.” Robin squawked, slamming the mug down on the counter and leaning threateningly toward Eddie.

She jabbed a finger at him, “Not cool Munson, we agreed that story went to the grave!”

Eddie laughed maniacally, bouncing in his place, “I lied, Buckley, tough shit!”

As Robin leapt from her stool to chase Eddie around the kitchen island, Steve silently stole his mug back to watch it all play out. He’d dreamed of this so many times, the casual teasing and horsing around just like the kids did. He’d never had a large group of genuine friends, just Tommy and Carol and whoever else they deemed cool enough to join them that week. It was never light hearted jokes and stupid faces, it was silent smoking and jabs that were too sharp, too mean spirited. Carol taught him how to hold himself, how to look intimidating and aloof. She’d never in a million years stoop down to make herself look stupid for a laugh or to cheer someone up. She was calculated, like his mother, but now he wondered if things had been different, would she have been happy too? Does a Carol or Tommy in this universe chase someone around a counter to make them laugh? Or any other universe?

After a couple laps around the kitchen island, Robin caught up to Eddie, tugging his back to her chest and lifting him off his feet. She looked like a wrestler trying to suplex Eddie into the ground but she couldn’t get him higher than a couple inches, tops. Steve snorted into his coffee again as Eddie shrieked, shards of pain stabbing through his nose as he coughed the liquid back out of his lungs and sinuses. There were tears in his eyes from the choking and the laughter and the tightness in his chest, and after hacking up the dredges of coffee in his lungs he kept watch as Eddie kicked and screeched and Robin struggled to keep him in her arms.

Eddie threw himself forward so his feet finally landed back on the ground, and it was Robin’s turn to yell as she was hoisted onto Eddie’s back from the sudden movement. She still refused to let go as Eddie rapidly stalked around the counter, squatting to keep Robin’s weight on his back as she kept his arms pinned to his side.

Steve could watch them fight it out for hours, if he were honest and it had been years since he’d laughed this hard. The rest of the party was going to show up eventually today and they’d have to start looking into the gates, but for now Steve watched and laughed and rolled his eyes as Robin finally gave up her hold and slid off Eddie’s back, pooling onto the floor like a sad little puddle.

“First you break our vow, then you try and murder me, and for what? For what, Munson? I know where you sleep!” She mumbled into the tile.

Eddie crouched down to lean over her, smug look plastered over his face. “I’m pretty sure you tried to murder me, this was purely self defense.”

“And I’m sure the cops would say you had it coming!” She said, lifting herself off the floor and sitting back in her stool. She snatched Steve’s mug up, took a sip and then squinted at him, slowly lowering the mug to the counter and pointing at it.

“Did you spit in this?”

“Not on purpose,” he replied, voice still a bit hoarse from the coughing fit. She gagged dramatically and shoved the cup back in his hands, standing to pour her own.

“It’s about time you learned how to be self-reliant,” Eddie teased, sitting down in the next stool over, across from Steve who remained leaning over the counter, elbows holding his weight on the shiny granite while his ankles were crossed behind him.

“Shut the whole fuck up, Munson, or I swear to god-,”

“How did you three meet, anyway?” Steve asked, cutting off whatever threat Robin was about to throw out. He looked back and forth between Eddie in front of him, and Robin behind him fixing her mug of coffee. He watched as the two shared a look, both a little sad at the reminder that their Steve was gone. Or at least, that’s what Steve assumed the look was, the droop to their smiles telling Steve maybe he shouldn’t have asked. However, before he could take it back, Robin sat back down in the stool next to Eddie and started to answer.

“We were all in band together,” she said as Eddie nodded and silently took a sip from his mug.

“Band?” Steve asked. He knew Eddie and Robin were in the high school band in his universe, but they hadn’t become friends as far as he knew.

“You and Eddie played sax,” she said. Steve tried to cover his flinch at the mention of ‘you’, the reminder that they all expected him to be someone he wasn’t sparking uncomfortably in his head.

“Steve and I sat right in front of Buckley here, who always had a penchant for playing just a little too close to my ear,” Eddie chimed in, shoving his shoulder against Robins.

“Well Eddie here was never a team player, always skipping ahead or pretending to play when he didn’t like the music,” she shoved right back.

“I never-,” Steve started, pausing when the two pairs of eyes locked onto him. “I never learned any instruments.” He sighed, fiddling with the mostly empty cup in his hands. Their eyes felt like lasers boring into his head. “Mom signed me up for piano classes when I was little, but my dad said the arts were for ‘females, fruits, and fags’ so I never got the chance to finish.”

“Well hey, I’m a female and a fruit,” Robin said.

“And I’m a fag!” Eddie said, turning to Robin for an enthusiastic high five. “Guess Mr Harrington was right, huh Stevie?” he said sarcastically. Steve swallowed nervously around the saliva pooling in his mouth. He actually didn’t know about Eddie, had maybe suspected sometimes but it had never been confirmed. It felt… weird that this seemed like something he should know, but he didn’t and now he does but Eddie never told him. Or, well, he did just tell him but he also didn’t and now he knew something that he wasn’t sure he was allowed to know.

“Oh shit,” Eddie mumbled, “did you… uh,” he glanced between Steve and Robin, “did you not know about us?”

Steve shook his head, “I uh, I knew about Robin, but not…”

Eddie winced. The giddy look in his eye from the playful banter was gone, and he seemed… sadder, like Steve had just tossed water over a campfire and killed the light. “Why does it feel like I just outed someone else?” Eddie mumbled to Robin. She grimaced and set a comforting hand on Eddie’s shoulder, sharing a warm look that Steve once again couldn’t read. Again, he felt like an outsider watching over two strangers. The side of the counter he was leaning against seemed cold and wide, a million miles away from where Robin and Eddie sat side by side.

“Well anyway,” Eddie scooted closer to the counter, clinking his empty mug against Steve’s, “regardless of the Eddie you know, I’m gay so… welcome to the Queer Closet of Hawkins, you’re officially on the guest list and it’s a very exclusive honor.”

Steve chuckled, awed by the way Eddie had just closed the chasm between them. The metalhead grinned, patting the stool on his left and closing that gap even more. Steve placed his cup in the sink behind him and walked around the counter to sit in the vacant seat, the gap completely shut with a final click as Eddie lightly patted Steve’s knee.

“So what about you?” He asked, “how did you meet Robin and Eddie?”

Steve laughed, “it’s uh… a much longer story.” Eddie nodded eagerly and Robin pulled a leg up to squish under her on the stool, leaning against the counter to look over Eddie and nod just as enthusiastically. Steve looked back and forth between the two, feeling more whole than he had even just a few hours ago.

He shook his head fondly and launched into the story of Scoops, Russians, Steve and Robin’s unfortunate drug-filled escapade through the mall, and Dustin’s weird ability to imprint on older teens. Eddie laughed at that, tossing his head back and almost falling backward out of his stool.

“I was so annoyed! Dustin wouldn’t shut up about his cool new friend Eddie who played D&D and understood all his references. Eddie who was ‘the best DM ever’, who was ‘so cool, you don’t get it, Steve’ the little shit.”

Robin was leaning against Eddie’s back now, arms thrown over his shoulders to keep him planted in his stool. “Oh, oh!” she exclaimed, smacking Eddie in the chest as she thought of something.

He grabbed her wrist, stopping her from hitting him again. “Jesus, Buckley, spit it out,” he grumbled, shooting eyes at Steve, who just smiled back at him.

“Does your Robin have any game? A girlfriend? Is she cooler than me?” She asked excitedly.

Steve snorted, “I don’t think any Robin Buckley has ever had game.”

“Hey!” Robin exclaimed, and then squinted at him, assessing something in her head. “No, yeah, that makes sense,” she conceded, bobbing her head back and forth.

“She did have a massive crush on this girl Vicky from band, though, and they got pretty close. I always told Robin to go for it, because Vicky? Not straight, not at all,” he swore to them, pointing back and forth as emphasis.

“Ah, Vicky,” Robin sighed dreamily, “she was so cute.” Eddie rolled his eyes, shaking his head at Steve like he’d heard way too much about Vicky for a lifetime. “I never did get the chance to see if Steve was right about that.”

This time Steve rolled his eyes, "Of course I'm right, she was totally giving you eyes, like, constantly I can't believe you would doubt me!" he scoffed, missing for a second that he had slipped in and made himself her Steve, what he'd been trying to avoid this whole time. He had to remind himself constantly; he wasn't their Steve, he was an outsider, he was a different person. He remembered what Eddie had said by the pool; he's not a placeholder, he's not stealing someone's spot, he's his own person.

Still, with the jokes and banter and laughter, it was so so easy to just slip up and forget. He brushed it off, hoping they would too or even better that they wouldn't notice his mistake or the slight dim to his smile before catching himself. Luckily, Eddie and Robin were as close to reading his mind as possible it seemed and the three powered forward as if the slip never happened.

As it turns out, in this universe the Russian fiasco still happened, in nearly the same way. The only difference between Steve's story and Robin's story was that they'd already been friends for years, had applied to Scoops together, just like Family Video. Eddie had been working in the record store on the second floor, but was off with Wayne for a fishing trip at the time. Everything else was the same.

"I can't believe that was our first test of friendship, oh my god," Robin whined, smushing her face up with her hands and dragging them down, pulling her features with them.

"I'm still so mad I missed that, I was so useless and I had no idea until Wayne and I came back and everything was fucked. What if Samwise was on vacation and he just came back and Bilbo was suddenly a hero, missing a finger, traumatized from all this shit Sam had no idea about! I spent the rest of that summer feeling like I had missed your whole lives," Eddie said. Steve wasn't quite sure who the hell he was talking about, but there was something else in his eyes, something that Steve still hadn't translated and couldn't put his finger on. He wondered if Eddie would tell him, eventually, wondered if he'd ever be able to read those looks before they had to shove him back through the gate to his desolate wasteland of a universe.

He shoved that thought away from his mind, locked in a little box labelled 'for later', and trekked on through their morning. It would probably only be an hour now before the party showed up to finalize plans and start splitting up to put it in motion. He sighed and looked between Eddie and Robin, still going through random memories, teasing, poking, and laughing at each other. 'For Later' he whispered in the dark of his mind, joining back into the conversation as if he'd never left. He'd worry about it then, for now he was more content than ever to just sit here at the dark kitchen island as the sun kept up its rise over the horizon. He'd sit, and listen, and contribute, and laugh, and everything else could come later.

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Echo Chambers Inside A Neighborhood (ch. 6)

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Ghost looked at the picture in his hand, Price’s words slowly filtering back into his consciousness.

“We’re still monitoring the threat, but it looks like this is going to be a bigger problem than we initially thought.”

“I thought we got the leader, though,” Ghost said, nodding his head towards the photo. But Price just shook his head.

“That’s not him.”

Silence filled the air as everyone contemplated this. Their mission all those months ago had been simple: wipe out the weapons bunker and quell the insurgent uprising. But those motherfuckers were proving a more serious problem than anyone could have imagined.

“Well, who the fuck is it then?” Gaz spoke up, putting his whiskey glass down.

“Frankly?” Price replied. “We don’t know. Intelligence is still gathering information, but it looks like they know we’re hot on their heels and now they’re in hiding.”

“What do we do?” Soap asked, hands clasping in front of him. A group of boisterous women walked past the group on their way out of the pub, clearly inebriated but enjoying their time. As they chit-chatted between themselves, Ghost’s eyes were drawn to the door they were walking towards, which was now open and letting in someone familiar.

He heard Price’s voice in the background, but the static buzz filling his ears at the sight of you drowned out his words. It was tunnel vision now, everything in the pub fading away as he watched you frantically make your way to the bar. You obviously hadn’t noticed him, taking a seat at the bar with your back to him and your body still as a statue. He felt an intense need to get out of the booth and go to you, as if you were a siren singing a beautiful song to lure him in. But he wasn’t ignorant to the company around him, so he hesitated.

He continued to watch you as you flagged down the bartender and ordered a drink, a shot of something he didn’t recognize.

The blessed burn of the tequila sliding down your throat was dangerous. You wanted to drink to forgot how fucking furious you were, how you could rip your ex-boyfriend’s head off his neck if you saw him right now.

It was one thing chasing you down the street and pretending like he was about to physically assault you, but sending you creepy photos he took of you through your window, and your mother’s home address as if he was threatening you with hurting her? That was a real new low, and maybe even grounds for you to look into getting a restraining order.

After the initial panic of the ordeal died down, you reasoned that the only person who could go this far to try to torment you would be the asshole ex. Who else would care enough to leave shit like that at your door? He was obviously trying to scare you, but that was the last thing you were feeling. Right now, you wanted to set his car on fire.

Before you realized how far you were going, the seventh shot of tequila was sitting in front of you. You brought the glass to your lips and once again tilted your head back. But this time, as the liquid coursed through your system, you felt your stomach twist more than you felt the buzz of the alcohol.

You slowly got up off the chair on unsteady feet, a hand grabbing a hold of the bar to anchor you as your saw the pub start to sway back and forth.

“God, I didn’t realize I drank this much,” you said to yourself, a small laugh escaping you as you heard your words blend together.

At this point, Ghost had silently watched you for the past half-hour, pretending to be an active participant in the conversation with his colleagues when all he could do was think about going to you. He wanted to see your eyes light up like they always did when you saw him, see the smile that your lips formed.

And the hesitation he was feeling when you came in disappeared when he saw you maneuvering yourself out of your spot on the barstool, coming to a stand with the grace of a newborn fawn.

That’s enough of that, then.

Without another thought, he was out of the booth and approaching you. The bar wasn’t particularly crowded, but Ghost’s towering presence was enough for people in his path to make way for him. His eyes hadn’t left your back since the moment you walked in, so he wasn’t oblivious to the fact that you were here for a reason.

When he called out your name, it was loud enough to get through the fog in your brain. You turned your head towards the familiar voice, but you didn’t realize that the action would send the world around you spinning more than it already had. And since you were already wobbling around, that was enough to make you lose your balance.

A squeal left you as your body hit the pub floor with a thud, your hands reaching out and taking the brunt of the impact.

“Fucking hell,” you distantly heard in the background. You saw someone bend down in front of you, try to take your hands to get you off the floor. You heard them saying something to you, but you were frozen, glued to the floor and unwilling to move.

You looked up at the people around you, some of them looking back at you with concern, some not caring at all. And from this angle, everyone seemed like a giant. You wondered if this is what children felt like.

“Let’s get you home now,” that same voice came through.

“No,” you shook your head. You were going to stay here. “I don’t wanna go. This is nice. I want to sleep on the floor,”

“How ‘bout I take you home instead?”

“You wanna fuck me or something?” you said as you turned your head to look at the person bold enough to be propositioning you right now. And instantly you wished you’d just kept your mouth shut.

“Not right now.” Ghost chuckled and shook his head, getting closer to you with his arms out. You narrowed your eyes at him in suspicion.

“What do you mean ‘not right now’?” you questioned.

“I mean, we need to get you back to the flat.”

Before you could say anything back, Ghost pulled your legs towards him and hooked his right arm under them, his other arm wrapping around your back and picking you up bridal style.

Instinctually, your arms wrapped around his neck. You looked up at that balaclava-clad face that you’d been seeing so much of lately. This close to him, you could make out his eyelashes which, much to your surprise, were blonde.

“You’re blonde!?” you practically yelled, the look of disbelief on your face making Ghost chuckle.

“I am,” he replied, not looking down at you as he made his way out of the pub.

“But…” you contemplated your words. “How?” Whatever. It’s the best you could think of right now.

“I don’t know, love” You felt him shrug. “It’s how I was born.”

As he walked down the street toward the flat, cold air enveloping him and sending a shiver down his spine, Ghost got an urge to look at you. It was the first time he’d ever been this physically close to you, and now that he had the chance, he wanted to memorize every detail of your face.

Everything he loved about you was mere inches away from him, and he wanted to be selfish and indulge in it.

He tried to focus on the sidewalk ahead, and not on how he could feel your eyes on him. So to distract himself, he decided to talk.

“How come you came into the pub?” he asked, genuinely curious to know if everything was okay.

You were silent for a second, and then you did something you would never do if you were sober: you rested your head on his shoulder, taking comfort in his warmth.

“It’s Ethan…” you closed your eyes, willing the anger to subside before you continued. “I think he’s threatening me. He sent me all these creepy photos and he found out where my mom lives. Which is weird because he knows that I don’t talk to her, so him threatening her isn’t going to send me into a tailspin.”

Ghost felt his own temper rising with each word coming out of your mouth. He knew he should’ve tracked the motherfucker down when he saw him chasing after you. But he didn’t even know the guy’s last name.

Granted, he could run a background check to find it out, but that would mean looking into you as well, and that’s a line Ghost wasn’t about to cross.

Unlike Ethan, it seems like, Ghost thought to himself.

“Regardless, I think he felt powerless after our breakup and now he’s tryna to take some of it back,” you continued.

“I’ll deal with him for you, if you’d like,” Ghost offered.

You let out a small laugh. “I appreciate that,” you replied as you moved your head to look at him. Your head was still spinning, but somehow you saw his face so clearly. “I’ll probably take you up on that soon.”

Ghost made the fatal error of looking down at you, your smile beaming up at him so innocently it almost made him fall over. He’d really only picked you up bridal style so you would get off the dirty pub floor, but now he was hoping he’d never have to put you down.

As quickly as he looked, he averted his eyes. You were doing dangerous, dangerous things to him without even knowing it. But he didn’t want to be the guy who crushed on his girl friend when all she wanted was a platonic relationship. Because if that’s all he could get from you, he would happily take the bits and pieces.

Besides, he could always use his line of work as an excuse to not be in a relationship, no less with a woman like you. You needed someone who would always be there for you, who wouldn’t run the risk of dying every time they went into work. You needed someone who could give you so much more than Ghost ever could.

Of course, he had decided this as soon as he had started feeling…something for you, because if he had you, and then lost you? He probably wouldn’t survive that.

As you both approached the entrance to your building, Ghost shifted you around in his arms, trying to reach his hands into his pocket to get the key out.

“You can put me down, you know,” you said gingerly, trying to make the retrieval of the key less complicated.

Ghost hesitated for a second but let you to your feet. He had already done more than enough; you could at least make it easier for him to open the damn door.

It was a task getting up the stairs to your flat, Ghost hovering behind you in case you fell again, and thank God he did or else you’d be lying at the bottom of the steps with your head split open.

When you both got inside the flat, there was a silent second where you didn’t know what to say to Ghost. You looked at him, and he looked at you, and then you wrapped your arms around his neck once again in a hug.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him, feeling his arms come around your torso. You hugged him harder, and he hugged you back harder too.

But you didn’t let go, and you quietly took in the smell of his cologne mixed with a smell that was so distinctly him, and you wished so badly that you could taste his lips right now. Feel their softness against yours, hear him groan for you. Your felt flushed, your breathing growing deeper as you tried to settle the heat in your belly.

Ghost wasn’t ignorant to this, and his own body was starting to react the same way. But he knew you weren’t sober, and so nothing was happening tonight. He pulled away first, enough to almost make you weep at the loss of contact.

He wasn’t meeting your eyes, but you saw how his pupils were dilated. You saw the rise and fall of his chest with his harsh breaths. You took that as a small victory.

“Good night,” he said with a curt nod, stepping back so you could get past him to your room.

You brushed up close to him as you passed, throwing out a small ‘‘night’ in return, before disappearing into your room.

Ghost stood silently in that same spot until he heard your bedroom door click shut, and then he tore the balaclava off his face and dropped it, running a soothing hand through his hair to calm down. This was getting too real, but he loved that. He wanted that and he craved your touch again and Jesus Christ he wanted to fuck the shit out of you.

The first step to acceptance is admitting it to yourself, and now he had.

Ghost walked to the sofa and sat down, his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands as he contemplated what to do. But then something on the coffee table grabbed his attention. He lifted his eyes to the papers strewn about, but they were pictures, of you. They were the pictures you’d been talking about; the ones Ethan had taken of you.

He grabbed the stack of papers, not wanting to see the contents, when he noticed a white sheet sticking out of a manila folder. It was blank besides an address typed on it, and a stamped logo on the top right corner. Ghost pulled the sheet out of the envelope and took a closer look at the ink, which depicted two serpents intertwined, one black and one green.

It looked familiar to him, and he wracked his brain for where he’d seen that inscription before. He thought hard, all the way back to previous missions, meetings at the base, training sessions. And then it clicked, and as soon as it did, Ghost was up and out of the door in a matter of seconds, car keys in his hand as he made his way back out the building.

He dialed Price’s number, who picked up after the first ring.

“Where’d you run off to, Riley?” Price joked in lieu of a greeting, but Ghost ignored him.

“The insurgents. I have a lead.”

[toppersjeep]

Jeff Atkins (When You’re Gone)

Summary: After Jeff dies you feel lost without him. You try to move on but it’s hard for you. So when they honor him for the team you decide to speak about him. You also sometimes see Jeff just like Clay sees Hannah. Who doesn’t love a ghost of there ex?

this song inspired this

Your POV

“Hey sis are you ready for today” Clay asked me. But I pretended to ignore him. I wasn’t ready. My boyfriend was dead. This year would’ve been our senior year together. Only because he was failing classes. But part of me thinks he wanted to stay back so I didn’t have to do it alone.

But now he was gone. Part of me still felt like he was here with me. I missed him more than anything in this world. I’d give anything to see his smile.

“Y/N we gotta get going” Clay said as I started at a photo of Jeff and I. A tear rolled down my cheek. “Yeah Clay” I said wiping a tear. “You don’t have to speak you know I can say you were sick” Clay said. “No no it’s okay” I said setting the picture back on my nightstand. “Alright then” Clay said.

I then looked at the necklace Jeff had given me with his initials and a little baseball bat. But now beside it was his class ring. I never took it off for anything. At least this way he was still here.

“I’m coming” I said grabbing Jeff’s letterman jacket and putting it on over my dress. Clay and I drove to the school. We parked and went inside the school. It was in the gym. I walked over to the principal were he wanted me.

Clay and our parents sat on the bleachers. Jeff’s parents sat beside them too. The principal of course said a couple words. I just sat there thinking about him. And the first time we met. Was actually when clay tutored him.

Flashback

“I brought my sister to help since she’s so good at science” Clay said as I sat down beside Jeff. “Wow there’s no way she’s your sister she’s wow” Jeff said I blushed. “And you are so” Jeff said I laughed.

“Very funny Jeff” Clay said. “So what’s your name beautiful” Jeff said I blushed. “Y/N” I said he smiled. “I love that name” he said. “Alright enough flirting” Clay said.

And after that he got my number and we talked for hours on end. He eventually asked me out on a date. Even though clay hated the idea. Eventually he warmed up to us dating.

He was my first kiss my first everything. But I never thought I’d meet someone like him. He’s perfect.

End of flashback

“And now Y/N Jensen has prepared something in honor of her late boyfriend Jeff” the principal said. I walked up. I then went up to the microphone. I just looked at everyone sitting on the bleachers.

“Jeff… I’m sorry give me a second” I said tearing up. I then pretended he was there in that room like I did sometimes. Maybe it was real and he was there protecting me. “Love it’s okay you can do this deep breaths” Jeff said standing beside me.

Even though he wasn’t there. Part of me felt his presence with me all the time. I took a deep breath and then began to speak again.

“Jeff was one of those people that you met once in a lifetime and we all had the privilege of knowing him” I said. “I had the privilege of knowing him a lot better than all of you” I said tearing up. “Maybe even more than his parents knew” I said.

“I also had the privilege of loving him and being loved by him” I said. “I remember the first time I met Jeff it was in the library” I said. “The first thing he told me was that I was beautiful” I said. “Nobody had ever made me feel as special as he did” I said as a tear rolled down my cheek.

“From that day forward he became the most important person in my life” I said. “We talked every day and night even when I didn’t want to” I said people laughed. “He even tried to teach me how to play baseball but I sucked” I said. “Even though he always told me I didn’t” I said.

“You could’ve easily beat me babe with practice” Jeff said.

“He always told me I could beat him with practice but I know he let me win” I said. “Being loved by Jeff was one of the best feelings in this world” I said. “The way his eyes lit up when he looked at me is something I’ll never forget” I said.

“I remember the night he told me he loved me” I said tearing up. “A girl waits her whole life to hear those words” I said. “We were at the dance in this very gym” I said. “Of course I dragged him to this dance like I always did” I said smiling. “And he came even though he probably would’ve preferred a movie night” I said people smiled.

“We were dancing on this very floor when he told me he loved me” I said. “It was a slow dance and I had my head on his chest and I remember how I felt in that moment” I added.

“So safe and so secure he then kissed my forehead and told me he loved me” I said. “He said “Y/N I’m gonna say something crazy I don’t care if you don’t say it back” and I looked at him” I said. “I then said “Jeff nothing you can say is crazy” I remember looked up at him and he just smiled” I said.

“He then whispered in my ear “Y/N I love you I know that it hasn’t been long but I’m in love with you” I remember feeling butterflies in that moment” I said tearing up. “I thought for once in my life I had my moment” I said.

“I then looked up at him and told him I loved him” I said wiping a tear. “From that moment on I loved Jeff everyday more and more” I said. “He promised me so much more than anyone had before him” I said. “…Jeff was… and is my soulmate and I’d give anything to have him here beside me” I said as tears rolled down my face.

“The night.. Jeff.. passed… before the party we had a conversation about our future this year” I said. “I know it sounds crazy for two kids to be thinking about the future” I said. “But we were in love” I said. “Madly in love” Jeff said. I smiled.

“He told me that he wanted to marry me” I said. “That he knew I was the one for him and there wasn’t anyone else” I said crying. “I said ask me again next year” I said wiping a tear. “And he told me he would little did I know he had the ring there that night” I said.

“I wish I would’ve known and said yes that very night.. I think all the time maybe he’d still be here if I would’ve known” I said. “But.. I do know that he’s still here with us watching over everyone” I said. “Jeff was one of a kind and he’d be so happy that this team won states this year” I said.

“And Jeff if you are somehow hear listening or in heaven I want you to know the answer is yes and it will always be yes” I said tearing up. “Thank you for giving me the opportunity to speak about Jeff” I said.

I then stopped speaking and walked away. The principal went back up and spoke. I went outside and sat on a lunch table.

“I’m proud of you” Jeff said sitting beside me. “I wish you were here” I said. “I am here for you always right here” he said pointing at my necklace. “You know what I mean” I said looking at him. “I know baby” he said I looked at him.

“I can’t do this without you” I said. “Hey” he said side hugging me. “Remember what I always told you” Jeff said. “No matter what you’ll always protect me” I said. “That and you look beautiful no matter what” he said I laughed.

“I should’ve said yes that night I’m sorry” I said. “It’s not your fault Y/N don���t blame yourself okay” he said wiping my tears. “I need you” I said. “And I’ll always be here but..” Jeff said. “But what” I said. “You gotta move on eventually” he said looking at me. “I can’t” I said looking at the ring.

“Love.. you will always be my first love too you know that” Jeff said. “There’s nobody else like you” I said. “Really.. what about Scott Reed” Jeff said. “Jeff what about him” I said. “Remember the day you dropped your books and he helped you”Jeff said. “Yeah” I said.

“Or when he asked you for help with the team games” Jeff said. “Jeff I don’t understand” I said. “Or how he checks up on you after the trails or just texts you” Jeff said.

“What are you saying” I said looking at him. He then looked behind me. I heard some footsteps. “Hey I came to check on you” Scott said. Jeff looked at me. “H..Hey” I said Scott said beside me. “Are you okay” Scott asked.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay” I said. He put an arm around me. “It’s weird without him here but it feels like he’s pushing me towards you” Scott said. “Maybe he is here” I said looking over at him he smiled.

“It’s just like all these things keep happening and I feel like he’s putting us together” Scott said. I rested my head on his shoulder. “Your not like your baseball friends” I said. “Those guys may be my teammates but they are all assholes Jeff wasn’t” Scott said.

“Jeff used to say the same thing about you” I said. “Maybe it’s a sign” Scott said. “So why do you keep appearing every where” I said. “Because I care about you a lot” he said wiping my tears. Just like Jeff used to do for me.

“But why me” I said. “Because your special and Jeff would always tell me that” Scott said. “And I’m starting to see why he loved you so much” Scott said. “Yeah” I said. “Yeah so if you are up for it I’d like too…

He began to say I kissed him.

“Prom” I asked. “I was gonna ask you the same thing” Scott said. “So yes” I said. “I’d love to” Scott said. “Told you I got you always” Jeff said to me I smiled. “What are you looking at” Scott said. “The beautiful sunset” I said.

“Hey maybe Jeff is here after all” Scott said. “He is..” I said tearing up. “I’ll always love you” Jeff said. “I love you” I mouthed and he was gone just like that. “So prom” Scott said.

“Oh right my dress is like light purple” I said he smiled.

[lightvsdark18]

Twst Actor Au (behind the scenes)

Prologue

Yuu rised out of their coffin like a vampire.

Yuu tripped and fell in the (fake) flames. And went dramatic with it.

Yuu, after the scene was over, stood in Ramshackle dorm and said, "Bitch, you're going to make me live like this?"

Crowley took a picture of him and his ghost self.

Ace had to pretend to argue with the Grim plush.

Instead of letting the crew grab a ladder, they threw the plush on the chandelier.

One of the crew members hid in the cauldron with Grim during lunch.

The phantom started coughing from his lines.

The ghost camera is a real camera and every Yuu is encouraged to take actual pictures when the ghost camera is in a scene. There's a photo album for the pictures.

Book 1

Ace's collar accidentally fell apart while Riddle showed up behind him in the cafeteria. Ace, without hesitation, got up and ran away yelling "I'm free!"

Deuce went dramatic when his character finds out chicks weren't in the eggs.

Cater clones had fun messing with the crew.

Cater smugly slipped tea at the tart being tossed.

Trey's hat blew off and had to chase it.

Riddle's voice cracked once while yelling.

Riddle tripped on the ribbon of cards hanging off of his overblot costume.

Ace threw the Grim plush at Riddle's face before the battle started.

The strawberry tart actually had oyster sauce in without the cast's knowledge except for Trey and Riddle. Everyone's reaction was genuinely.

Book 2

Ruggie had to give a hotdog bun to a plush. He still finds it funny.

Someone actually twisted their ankle but it wasn't one of the victims.

Epel whispered "Pretty gay" and had his tea stolen by Vil.

There's a laugh behind the cameras as it focused on Jade and Floyd T-posing behind the group.

Someone joked Riddle should have thrown Grim at Ruggie, so Deuce did it instead.

Jack fell against the door when his character wakes up Yuu and Grim. Scared Yuu.

Leona hugged Ruggie right after the sanding scene.

Leona is seen holding Cheka who got tired during a late night shoot.

Book 3

Some students was caught fighting with the sea anemone headbands.

Floyd when he first calls Yuu "Little Shrimpy" he thought he would be funny and call them "Little Bitchy."

Someone accidentally fell into the pool during the fight between Savanaclaw students and Ramshackle.

Leona kept making jokes to Yuu when they were suppose to be pretending to sleep.

The actors didn't know what Jade and Floyd would look like in their eel forms, reactions were genuine.

The actors were overdramatic with getting electrocuted, but it was too funny they kept it.

Azul didn't expect Leona to sit at the desk, feet kicked up on the desk and hands behind his head. Azul had to re-enter the room and try not to laugh.

Azul got a hug after his character breaks down.

"You just made me ink!"

Azul was seen sitting on the floor, tired from walking around in a hot, heavy costume.

Jade "accidentally" flipped off Azul.

It was actually a baby picture of the actor, but Azul's reaction was the opposite of his character.

[littlebitsmile]

in flames [C.L.] | Chapter III

Welcome back! This took me a bit longer than usual, but it's still Sunday, so I'm glad you decided to join me (: Hope you all had a nice first week of 2024 - only 55 more days until we see our munchkins driving in circles again - hope this makes the wait a bit shorter.

As always, have fun (:

story: in flames driver: Charles Leclerc [C.L.] trope: #haterstolovers summary: Always working three times as hard as everyone else, Emma does not intend to blow her chance of driving among the best of the best in her very first season in Formula 1. Concentrating on first and foremost getting ahead of her brother, she does not even notice that there are some people even in her own team who think she does not deserve this spot and would rather see her fail. And one driver in particular seems to have a need of always reminding her of that.

────ʚ C H A P T E R III ɞ────

Music booms from the headphones in my ear, my feet float over the treadmill, drops of sweat run down the sides of my face. Next to me, all I can hear is Max's heavy breathing and the occasional quiet "f*ck" as another intensive interval approaches. My calves gave up the ghost ten minutes ago and have been cramping ever since, but my pride won't let me stop.

I actually wanted to squeeze in an extra training session this morning before Max woke up and wanted to hang out and do some off-season stuff, but unfortunately, he was already at the coffee machine when I decided to roll out of bed. He then followed me into the fitness room of his apartment without any comment.

He has been kind enough to let me stay with him, Kelly, and Penelope for a few years now so that I can avoid living with our parents and even worse, letting them decide what happens next with my accommodation situation. As the eldest son, he has probably had his experiences and learned his lessons, always being the one to take the blows, and although he always pretends to give me a hard time, I'm sure that deep down he doesn't want me to go through the same hell he did. The fact that I can never come close to his golden boy in our father's eyes anyway is a different story.

I breathe heavily but try to concentrate on the view. Monaco's harbor landscape is one of the most beautiful I have ever experienced. A little too much lifestyle of the rich and famous for my liking, but Max loved it here right from the start, when we first visited a few years ago. Maybe because he can live right next to the racetrack, waking up every morning and sipping his breakfast coffee with his brain already imagining those cars on the streets right in front of him.

"You're quiet," he presses out between his lips at some point. I don't look at him but concentrate on a small yacht that is about to leave the outer jetties. He gets a kick out of seeing me suffer, I’m sure of it. If I don’t let myself get distracted by the pain in my legs, I can do a few more minutes on this torture device.

"I'm dying," I reply, trying not to fall down at the same time. My diaphragm starts to painfully remind me that I'm not my 26-year-old racing brother, who has been doing this for years and years, never losing sight of his goals, exceeding his limits.

He reduces the speed on his treadmill and starts to jog slowly before continuing: "When are you flying to England? For simulator runs and so on?"

I'm still running at the same pace as before. I try to show February 15 with my hands, holding all of my ten fingers up, then five and the peace sign as a two, but I'm not sure if he immediately understands what I mean.

In the time between the end of the season and the first pre-season tests, the world stands still in my head. I enjoy visiting friends for once and not feeling bad when I see photos in our group chats of everyone getting together and me missing. Max, on the other hand, never leaves his zone - his racing set up in his study glows for hours every day. When he's not training, eating, or sleeping, he lives and breathes motorsport, whether it’s on or off track. Maybe that's why he's such an exceptional talent. Or maybe he is just stupid, for not living his life during his prime time and will fall into a pit of self-despair when he’s 40.

"Excited?" he interrupts my thoughts. I can’t remember what we were talking about, and he notices. “For the UK, I mean? Rain and cloudy weather?”

I nod. My lungs are burning, and I don't know who exactly I'm trying to prove something to. I keep running, my thighs are starting to burn like hell. A few of my fingertips go numb, and my head starts to feel dizzy. There are a few black dots here and there, but it isn’t the first time something like this happens and it won’t be the last.

"What number are you going to start with?" Max asks. I shrug my shoulders, not wanting to give too much away about whether I'll keep my number from Formula 2 or change it. Mostly because I haven’t thought about it and I would love to have a number with a deeper meaning.

"You could take 69."

When he says this, I almost stumble on the treadmill. I hold on left and right and hop onto the side edges as the mechanical noise belt continues to run beneath me. Although everything inside me hurts like hell after the last hour and a half of running, I must laugh out loud. Max grins sheepishly at me. Sometimes I am not sure who of us is the older sibling.

"I think that would be more your thing, don't you?" Out of breath, I put my hands on my hips and lean my upper body against the treadmill display. I try to calm my heartbeat, breathing in through my nose and out through my mouth.

"I've already got the 1; that's enough for me..."

“You won’t have it forever, though," I interrupt him before he falls into another monologue of self-congratulation. I wiggle my eyebrows and grin mischievously at him. Then I stick my tongue out at him, and he rolls his eyes before hitting me on the shoulder with his fist.

"The only one I'm afraid of is you,” he admits openly. I look at him in disbelief. Where has this recognition suddenly come from? I almost choke on the sip of water I’m taking. “But you're in the wrong car anyway, so at least I don't have much to fear this season.”

"I don't need your false assumptions, Max. We've never lied to each other." I look into the distance, back to the harbor. I wonder what my life would be like if I wasn't the person I am.

"I'm not lying, I promise. I'm more afraid that this team will take you down with them."

"Aston Martin won't drag me into the abyss. They're giving me a fair chance."

"You would have had a fair chance with me and Red Bull."

"Fair, Max? Really? As number two? How well did that turn out with the last team partners? Lewis and Nico? Lewis and Valtteri? You and pretty much everyone who came after Sebastian? The only off-track friends who were in the same team and still get on well are Carlos and Lando. I don't want that for us." Now I turn to him. A furrow forms between his eyebrows, and he looks down at the ground. He knows I am right, and I think that causes him greater pain than what I just said about us not being able to be proper teammates.

"If you don't perform at Aston Martin, if you even get the chance to show what you are capable of in that sh*tbox of a car, then no other team will take you. There is only one chance to be part of this grid, and I just can’t believe you would rather not drive at all than have me as your team partner?" He is frustrated, I can feel it in his voice. So I try to soften my voice and understand him from his point of view.

"Max, I love you; I really do. You're the coolest brother in the world, and I'm not saying that because I get to live in your cool penthouse in the middle of Monaco.” There is a chuckle, and I know he wants to reassure me that he loves to have me here with him. But before he can speak another word, I continue. “But I've been compared to you my whole life and I will continue to be. This hasn’t been easy, for any of us. But for a change, I can decide for myself whether to confront it or if I just leave my phone off and not read the news, because no one in my own team will compare me to you." The conversation has taken on a serious tone, but I know he understands what I mean.

"I get it. I still would have liked you to be the wing woman. Pretty sure we’d be great. With you keeping all those madmen away from me." He winks. Then he looks straight ahead towards the panoramic window. It's quiet between us for a while.

I think back to his first victory with Red Bull. How he threw himself into the arms of his team afterward, so proud and so full of emotion, as if someone was finally accepting him for who he is, no ifs, ands, or buts. He doesn't talk much about his relationship with Christian Horner, but I'm 90% sure that Christian is in many ways the father figure for Max that our father could never be for him. How he has grown with this team and gone from a really misunderstood driver to a three-time world champion. He wouldn't leave Red Bull until they cut him out from inside with a digger and chainsaw and shipped him to the other side of the world. He lives, breathes, and burns for this sport and for the people in his immediate surroundings, a quality that I greatly admire in him and that not everyone is able to appreciate.

"If you could be someone else or do something else, what would it be?" The question catches him off guard. He is confused for a moment, then looks thoughtful and shakes his head.

"I don't think I want to be – can be - anywhere else. This is where I belong."

I believe him. But suddenly I'm not so sure if my answer would be the same.

As the plane lands in London, I grab my backpack, put on my cap, and hide my face a little better. I'm almost certain that some paparazzi is waiting for me in the arrivals hall because I seem to be the only one from the F1 paddock not traveling by a private jet. I wonder why.

I quickly get through security and baggage claim, so it feels like no more than 30 minutes before I step through the airport doors and out into rainy UK weather. To my right, an elderly gentleman with a sign saying "Emma V." walks towards me and takes my luggage. I thank him, get in the car, and then we make our way to the Aston Martin headquarters. I fall asleep unplanned and only wake up when we arrive.

I am overwhelmed by the polished floors, the glass structures of the building, how everything looks as if this is not the headquarters of a Formula 1 team but of Iron Man and the Avengers.

Mike Krack, the team principal, comes to meet me, shakes my hand, and welcomes me to the hallowed halls. I'm then given a tour, starting with the departments I'm least interested in, such as budget and logistics. I know these people are as important as anyone else, but I am a driver, so the technical departments will be my home base.

"But you're certainly not here to look at the view. You want to go to the simulators, right?" Mike states correctly at some point. I nod vigorously. "Then that's our next destination."

And no matter what I was expecting, it wasn’t that. As I step into a room with a screen as big as the panoramic view back at Max’s apartment, I immediately want to leap into the seat in front of it. I wait for a nod of approval from Mike before I hop into it and feel the leather beneath my hands and notice the smell of something new. I shriek. If this is a dream, I never want to wake up. And before someone can stop me, I’m already turning the machine on and getting ready to drive my first laps in the simulator.

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[mikeyelistsukasa]

YOU ASKED FOR IT-

YANDERE HANAKO, MITSUBA, TERU, KARMA, AND ITONA WITH A TSUNDERE DARLING???

DARLING JUST GOES FULL ON TSUNDERE ON THEM (not physically tho) AND HOW WOULD THEY REACT???

HEADCANONS PLEASE!!!!

Yes yes and again yes i have finally finished this request. ALSO ME AND YOU DISCUSSED PRIVATELY AND MADE THE TSUNDERE DARLING BE BULLIED i did them all in order like in the request (14th request) i did not proofread!

Yandere!Hanako Mitsuba Teru Karma and Itona with a bullied!tsundere Darling

Awwww his sweet darling is mad at him again and he is clueless why as always ☺️

Seriously why are you mad tho he just hugged you from behind >:T

He suprised you? Ohhhhhhh okay he totally wont do that again :D

*hugs* *smack* “worth it”

Wdym you don’t like him too😢what’s with all your mood swings

“Are you on your period? :0”

*smack* “YOU IDIOT IM NOT”

You do have some sweet moments though like when you bring him doughnuts(i refuse to say donuts)

Or when you once brought him lego to build a space ship so cute

Its really hard for him to catch you sad because you’re either all grumpy and flustered or happy and relaxed

(He actually always watches out for you like everyone else but to make it more spicy we will pretend that they all were busy with something)

So why did you enter the bathroom with a frown this time? :(

“S/o darling whats with the sad face? :(“

“It’s nothing…idiot”

Ok now he is really concerned you would slap him already and you sound so tired

Did something happen in class ?he only wasn’t there to watch over you at math

So he approached you slowly

“Can it be that someone hur-“

“DONT TOUCH ME”

…what in the world has gotten into you?

Thats until he noticed a small bruise on your arm and that alerted his yandere side

“Okay…who was it?”

“W-what?”

He took your arm slowly

“Tell me who did this to you”

You stayed silent feeling scared

Are you seriously protecting the scumbag?

“Three…two…o-“

“IT WAS (Bully name) THEY DID IT”

“I see…should have thought so i noticed how they glared at you in class lately”

He gave you a kiss on the cheek

“Don’t worry I won’t kill them.ill just make sure they change school”

That had calmed you down

Litte did you know that what he said was a lie<

He is a bit softer with the insults as a yandere

But only a bit :)

“IM NOT BLUSHING YOU IDIOT”

“YOU ARE THE IDIOT FOR NOT NOTICING”

Its his duty in making your hair

And you reward him with some cute bento you made 🍱💖

Would take so many pictures of you that it gets concerning

„STOP MAKING 10 PICTURES OF ME IN THE SAME POSE“

„I ONE DID ONE PHOTO“

„OH SO NOW YOU‘RE CALLING ME AN IDIOT AS IF I WOULDNT NOTICE?“

„YEAH UH YOU ARE AN IDIOT SINCE LIKE I SAID I ONLY TOOK ONE“

*sigh* How did you two even end up together

Anyway

When you came late to the broadcasting room he was ready to scold you in his own tsundere way

That is until you came in with a sad expression and a wet uniform

„Hey you s/o what happened???“

„Its none of your business…“

He didn’t feel like arguing so he just let it go

I mean he still went on his way to find out on who upset you

„Did you see the way they/she/he cried???? That’s so pathetic and all dad because i spilled a bucked of water on them/her/him“

„I never liked them/her/him anyway they/she/he always was like oh you stupid idiot for no reason and not to mention she talks to herself like a creep“

Target found

The next day when the girls/boys went into the classroom when suddenly a cold bucked of water fell onto them

„WHAT THE HELL WHO DID THIS!?!?“

The girls/boys have suspected you as a revenge for what they did so they glared at you ignoring the laughing from their classmates

As the class ended the bullies decided to corner you

„You think your so though by embarrassing us infront of our class??!!!?“

„Please i didnt do it!!!!“

„Yeah right. Girls/boys grab them/her/him by the shoulders“

Suddenly the bully felt a could arm on his shoulder

„ugh Okay what punk also wants to get beaten u…“

It was mitsuba! Though he looked kind of scary

„Leave before I’ll kill you and your little buddies“

„A-A GHOST HELP“

The bullies eventually ran away

Mitsuba wanted to add something but thought thats good enough…for now

„Thank you mitsuba..i should’ve told you sooner…“

„Yes you indeed should have…but it’s alright i forgive my little idiot“

You laughed a bit at that

„You’re the idiot♥️“

This boy babies you tsundere or not

Honestly im not sure if your relationship status is private or not. Since he wants everyone to know who you belong to

But at the same time he is afraid that someone could take that as an advantage on hurting you

Buuut you insisted that you want everyone to know about your relationship

So he decided okay sure he will just have to look after you a bit more than usual

And by usual i mean he is litterly following you everywhere

Need to get some notebooks? Dw he will come with you.

Need to use the bathroom? Dw he will wait outside. Especially for any signs of you meeting honorable n.7

He kind of doesn’t want you to talk to yashiro because of that

But since kou is friends with her you end up talking with her time to time…under his watch☺️

„Lets go Honey we can go to my place do homework :]“

„YOU DUMBASS DONT CALL ME THAT AROUND EVERYONE“

„Sorry? :]“

„YOU DONT EVEN SOUND SORRY IDIOT“

You still went to his house to make homework and ate some of kou‘s delicious meals

„I think the answer is 24“

„Really? I think its 34“

Smack

„ARE YOU CALLING ME DUMB NOW!?!?!?!?“

*raises hands innocently* „not at all lets just write 24 ☺️🥲“

„Thats what i thought“ you scoffed while blushing

After walking you to your house he told you he will pick you up at 7 tomorrow

Oh how wrong he was

He forgot about his sister 🤦

He sended you a messege that you should walk to school alone and that he will be there in 20 minutes

Gosh if only he knew what in those 20 minutes happened he would’ve hurried more or told you to stay at home

After he came to school all exhausted from all the running

He saw you! But you looked different

Messy hair,dirty uniform? Oh no did you fall? :(

„Oh darling be more careful while walking next time,did you hurt yourself?“

„You think im clumsy or something?!!…“

„Im sorry! Heh its just it looks like you fell and that’s why-„

„I DIDNT FALL YOU IDIOT…and keep you crazy fans away from me“

„What was the last part?“

„NOTHING“ you yelled and ran away

Ofc he actually heard the last part…so who’s ass does he need to beat up?

„Minamoto senpai!!!“

Yashiro came up to teru

„Oh hello yashiro…sorry i cant talk right now i need to take care of something“

„I-uh ofc it’s just its about S/O senpai and-„

„Im listening“

„0///0 uh so i was wondering if you maybe could help S/O senpai with those girls“

She pointed at some two girls

„They haven’t left S/O senpai alone for a while and they always make fun of her…“

So those are the pigs that did that?

„I see…thank you for telling me yashiro i will take care of it“

„You’re welcome!!!!!!!!!! ^\\\\\\^“

Phew he is glad that he didn’t had to search around for the answer

Now its time to take out the trash…

„Hello you two“

He greeted them with a calm yet chilling voice

„Oh hello minamoto senpai!! Is there something you need????“

„Yeah could you two lovely ladies follow me to the cherry blossom tree?“

„OFCOFC!!!“

The two girls were fighting on who minamoto would confess though what they didn’t expect is for it to end up ⚰️

After killing them and burning the corpses

He went back to you <3

„Where were you idiot?im waiting here with your bento for like a half hour!!“

„Sorry dear akane needed my help with something~“

*squishhhhh*

„STOP PULLING MY CHEEKS“

„Nahh they are too soft to stop~“

„Stupid…stupid karma akaBAKA“

„Cute :>“

He wish he could squish you cheeks longer but the bell rand and you had to go to your class

Honestly he would just go to your class rather than staying in his but it helps to relieve stress by fighting koro sensei every time he thinks of people that were too close to you.

He still sneaked into your class to check on you but stupid asano snitched so he had to leave

Its litterly hard to not catch you two not together on break

But today seemed to be different because karma did not come to lunch

And some people took that as an advantage….

They threw all your notebooks on the ground

Pushed and/or kicked you around

You were just hoping karma would show up soon

But noone came…

So after they had their fun with you you decided to sit on the bench cleaning with some wet tissues you had your bruises

After karma came to the rooftop just to see you all crueld up in a corner

His First Instinkt was to rush over to you

And that’s what he did

„S/o what the hell happened?? Who did it?!?? Who should i beat up!!???? And don’t lie to m-“

„I won’t… its (bully name)“

He was a bit suprised by that but happy with the answer

„I was hoping you would come dumbass…where were you?“ you said like you’re done with everything

Well he won’t just say „oh i was beating up some people that talked to you lately“

So he lied

„I had to rewrite a test thats all,im sorry that i wasn’t there for you“

So he started to help you clean up your bruises and guided you home

Now for the real deal

God the way he killed him is so disgusting because of how much blood there was

He had no mercy on that person

Noone gets away with hurting his beloved without a punishment

Now he isn’t one to tease his darling

But he’d be also clueless on why you act that way

„Why did i fall in such a weird person?“ he said with a blank face

*smack* <3

„YOU CANT JUST CALL SOMEONE WEIRD FOR NOTHING YOURE NOT BETTER YOU HAIR HAD TENTACLES“

„True“ he said without even fighting back

„Idiot you don’t just agree with people that easily…“

„Okay You’re wrong for calling me weird“

*smack* 😬

„YOU ARE GETTING ON MY NERVES ITONAAAAA“

You decided to to go home he wanted to come with you but there is something koro sensei needed from him so before he went he checked to see if your phone is turned on ect.

So after you said your goodbyes you left

Thats when you suddenly stumbled on some of your classmates

„Hey its S/O! I heard they/she/he is dating a class E student“

„What why???? That’s disgusting they/she/he is above them so why would someone date someone like a class E student????!!“

„Dunno they/she/he we’re always weird“

„Okay first of all im NOT weird-„

*kick*

„Shut up...you’re talking too much“

„Hey (name) come let’s teach this traitor a lesson“

God why didn’t you run away when you had the chance you thought

You couldn’t stand up because those brats broke your leg

At lest it feels like its broken

You reached for your phone trying to type itona‘s number with your blurry vision from all the crying

„H-hello? Itona? Please…PLEASE HELP ME IT HURST“

„Whats wrong s/o ?!? What happened?!? What hurts!?! Where are you!?!“

„Just c-come near to my h-house BUT HURRY“

„Don’t hang up I’ll be there in 5- no 2 minutes“

When he saw you he rushed over to you

„tell me s/o love what hurts?“

„My leg…they broke it i think…“

„…they?“

„Yeah some of my classmates broke my leg b-because im dating an air head like you…“

„I see…im sorry that this happened to you.I’ll take the blame“

„YOU BETTER. N-now help me stand up and bring me home“

„Right“

„By the way what are their names if you don’t mind me asking?“ (he would’ve forced you to tell him anyway)

„Hm? Oh its (bullies name) there was also (name) but they didn’t do much harm“

„Ah alright thank you for your honesty“

„Whatever weirdo -_-“

After bringing you home he went on search right away to find them.

And after finding them well

I think it’s obvious that he killed them but not as brutal as karma would

„I won~♥️“

Phew after like 2 days i finnished it that was fun! Hope i left you satisfied please visit again! <3