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siddyyyyyyyy · 1 month

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You're Only Sixteen

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summary: child soldier joins task force141, stuff is complicated

warnings: violence, brief discussion of child soldiers

a/n: got this idea from somewhere, it marinated in my drafts for about half a year lol; second part

Waiting at the back of the base, Ghost is leaning against the building, waiting on the new addition to the Task Force. As if they even need one. Price sent him to meet the recruit, telling him the new asset should be highly trained and good for the team. Maybe he's right, but five people on the team seem too much for Ghost. Whatever criticism he has, they don't matter now since Price got you into the team anyway, meaning there's no going back unless you manage to mess up badly. Soap passes him by, having a clue on why he's waiting outside right now.

»Waiting on the new recruit?«

He gives a grunt as a response. »Supposedly, they're highly trained and an 'asset' to us.« Soap nods and wishes him good luck, but also prays for the recruit. Meeting Ghost as the first of the team might be scary for the new recruit, but Price probably doesn't really care about that or he wants that to happen. God knows what his plan is; no one really knows.

Some time passes after the interaction before a truck arrives with you in it, a smaller figure popping out of the vehicle once it stopped near Ghost. He doesn't register what he sees in front of him for a moment, too focused on the truck driving away, before properly taking a look at you. While about two heads smaller than him, you have a rather slim build but a gloomy appearance around you. And you're... not older than bloody fifteen. There's no way. That's either a bad joke or you just look incredibly young.

»Name?« Once his gruff voice reaches you, you can't help but already tense up slightly more than before. He looks intimidating, yes, but you're sure he should be your future teammate. Eventually, you briefly introduce yourself, and he is also very sure that he's got the right person in front of him. The new asset. Ghost isn't one to be nosy or ask personal questions, but he needs to really bite back on asking about your age. You look way too young to be here. Let alone meet him in person.

»And you're Ghost, right?« You ask carefully, standing right in front of him with a respective distance. With how stoic your expression is... you're too much like his younger self. Maybe Ghost thinks too much of it, but he hopes you didn't need to go through the same thing he did.

He gives you back a small nod, uncrossing his arms and sizing you up for a second longer before turning around to the door. Walking into the base without saying another word and expecting you to follow him just like that. Pretty scary, to be honest.

You don't know much, but being added to a team of four, not sure what their intentions are with either you or in general. Maybe it's better when he doesn't talk much to you; the less you know, the better. But the base looks too clean and organised for any shady stuff to go on. But you could also be easily mistaken. Looking around, you spot only a few soldiers walking by, how simple it's decorated inside, and it isn't cold like in other buildings. After some long corridors, he stops at a double door, a small sign next to the doors with 'Briefing Room' written on it. Ah, good to know.

Ghost eyes you for a hot second before opening one of the doors and walking in, following behind him once again. Walking in, you see three other men in the room already, looking less intimidating than this ‘Ghost guy‘. »Nice to meet you and welcome to the team.« Another deep but more soft voice greets you, a man with a beard and fisherman's hat giving you a small nod. His gaze hardens for a moment too, like Ghost's did before when first meeting you. He also realises something is wrong. You nod back as a small form of greeting, mumbling out a formal greeting back.

»Kid, tell me. How old are you'?« He asks as he straightens his posture and awaits your answer, tilting his head a bit to the side. It‘s clear this man doesn‘t beat around the bush and goes straight to the point. The other two men in the room stay quiet, silently watching and studying you as well. One with a mowhawk exchanges a look with the tall, scary guy, Ghost, before glancing to the captain.

»There was no age on your file, so I'm just curious.« He adds to his question, sounding polite even though you can clearly hear the suspicion and probably even concern in his voice. Taking a deep breath, you try to be honest, but you're also afraid of the consequences of being honest. There are four men after all, all taller than you, seemingly much bigger and stronger. You know how to fight, but it still gives you chills standing in this room with unfamiliar men, all alone.

»I'm sixteen, sir.« Is your answer and voice steady and calm even though your body language betrays you. Your whole body stays still, with hands behind your back, seemingly waiting for any possible attack or threat to come right your way. It's silent while you look around the faces of them, seeing both surprise and disbelief in almost all of them. Only Ghost stays unwavering, but that might just be his balaclava covering his whole face. He knew something was wrong but wasn't sure enough to ask you that same question earlier, having figured that his captain knew enough anyway to avoid this situation. It stays silent for another beat until the captain sighs out, leaning his hands onto the table in front of him.

»And what's a sixteen-year-old doing in such a place?« He asks you, even though he could ask that question himself. How could he allow this? Is that why there was no age to your file? And are there more poor children like you? It's obvious they're all against something like a 'child soldier‘ in their team, even when you‘re a teen by now. »I was sent here to be an asset to your team.« You answer him, deciding it's better to talk and communicate rather than stay silent and listen to the thick silence.

»Captain, that's-« »Another word and you're out, Gaz.« The guy with the cap is interrupted by the captain's loud voice, giving out a clear warning. You notice how tense it feels in the room, sensing just how badly this could go wrong. Price takes a short breath before turning his attention back to you, standing at his full height once again.

»What do you know? About this, I mean. Do you even know our names? What we're doing?« You simply shake your head, staying stoic and calm even though you have the strong urge to run out of the room, knowing you‘re most likely not welcome in this room. But you won‘t; you've learnt to stay put and stand your ground, to not show any weakness no matter what.

»Kid...« He sighs out, trying to find a way to put this correctly, »Okay, let's start with you first. Tell us about yourself.« This is much kinder than you thought this would be. No one's glaring at you besides one particular shadow in the corner, but that just seems to be in his nature. You answer him, your voice being as steady and calm as possible, while telling them about yourself.

»I've been trained professionally for nearly nine years, been on the field since then. My specialisations are weapon handling, sabotage, sniper techniques, and demolitions.«

You state, carefully picking your words and telling them information about yourself that seems to be most necessary for now. Price stares at you for a few seconds, all eyes on you, while the mowhawk and Ghost are occasionally exchanging looks with each other, seemingly unsure about you. It seems like the captain is thinking before speaking up once more, having decided it.

»That's a lot for sixteen years. You must be real good if you were sent here, no? I think you have potential.« »Price, are you serious-« The mowhawk snaps, glaring at his captain before glancing back to you shortly. »That's a kid.« He hisses, completely thrown off with his captain's easy acceptance of you in their team. »I agree, Cap'. There's no way we'll have a child soldier on our side.« Baseball cap, Gaz, chimes in and tries to convince Price otherwise of you.

It feels both refreshing but also scary when someone talks like this about you, not being used to someone recognising the falseness of this, but you're also afraid if they decide to not accept you into the team. All you can do is watch.

»There's no safer place than here for a kid like this. And the mission is too soon to search for other assets.« He argues back, thinking it's better for you here than anywhere else. He's not wrong; you're in better hands now. The thing is that you have no knowledge of who these people are or what they're fighting for. Or anything else, really.

»Trust me, Soap.« The captain reassures him, Soap, the mowhawk guy, taking his eyes back to you. It's uneasy for you when you know how none of them like the idea of you in the team but the captain. And that's pretty much the only thing keeping you in this task force for now.

»Sorry. We'll keep you in the team, but if you aren't really that good, then we'll have to get rid of you.« The captain's words cut right through you, understanding that this might be a warning for you. That, if you let yourself down or don't show your everything, this might be your end. But maybe he also just said it to scare you. Which worked either way, not wanting to disappoint him. »I understand, sir.« You nod, glancing around the other faces once more quickly as if to remember their faces. ----

Not knowing their names is difficult, having no idea how to ask them for it as well. Wait for them to introduce themselves? Might take longer than some missions. Ask them yourself? No, that's too embarrassing, right? I mean, the captain mentioned their names before in the briefing room, but you just couldn't remember them that quickly. Especially with the situation you were in. But asking them yourself might be a good idea too; practicing social skills and trying to get to know what their intentions are would be a good start.

Looking around yourself, you see only how everyone's preparing for the mission. After the briefing ended, the captain announced that you're all heading out, not able to waste any more time. The mowhawk guy, also the closest to your height, is preparing his guns and picking out some more stuff for himself. Besides him, there's the guy with the baseball cap, and he's doing pretty much the same as his teammate. They look harmless like this, but it's just the fact that these are men, all too unfamiliar to be comfortable around them yet.

Ghost is the only more scary and silent one among them, knowing not to mess with him just by looking at him. The captain is by the helicopter, talking to the pilot and seemingly going over the plan or route once more.

So, there's two people not doing much but preparing themselves, one who's waiting for everyone to be ready and the captain who is busy talking to someone already. Now's your chance, but also not. It doesn't feel right to just walk up to them and start talking, not used to such casual interactions back at your camp. But staring at them isn't really polite either, so you take your eyes off the poor men and instead study the helicopter while strapping on your gear. ----

Sitting in the helicopter is much more interesting, there are more buttons, more extra buttons, interesting technology, and other stuff to look at. Good thing you're sitting next to the captain, too afraid to move the wrong way as if he would care about that in the first place.

He's more focused on the mission and if everything is going according to plan. The others don't seem as nervous or excited in the first place, just like you being rather stoic or focused. To your left sits the scot, he is not looking your way, instead checking out the helicopter's interior as well. Looking straight in front of you, there's Ghost and the most normal-looking one. You could basically ask them their names now, but that could come off as awkward too.

Maybe earlier was a better idea than now... »What's your name again?« Asks the rough voice from your right, looking straight at you. You glance at him and answer him shortly with your name. He nods in response, gesturing to the opposite of him, and goes on.

»That's Gaz. On his right, there's Ghost. And on your left, there's Soap. These are our call signs. I'm Captain Price, sorry for not introducing ourselves earlier.«

Hm, that's very nice of him, actually. You'd never thought he would be so soft spoken, even with his rather rough and raspy voice. But the way he introduces everyone gives you hope that this team might be just a chill and friendly one.

You nod back in return, considering shortly what to say to that. »Nice.« Soap smirks just lightly at your short response, the same goes to Gaz, who after that short introduction looks away once more. Ghost's eyes stay on you for longer, either sizing you up or just staring. Well, there goes your social skills, having thought too much about speaking up and how not to be awkwa-

»What'd you know about guns? You said you specialise in weapon handling.« This is on your left side this time, Soap, if you remember correctly. Your attention is on him now, answering his question after processing it quickly.

»Like, what kind of guns there are or what I have with me?« You ask back, unsure of what to reply exactly to him. He clarifies himself, shifting slightly in his seat to face you better. He tries again, asking you more about what kind of guns are your favourites and if you know some of the mechanics of them and how to tune your gun.

You learn a lot about tuning your gun or rifle, not having been taught that much in your camp. Even though you both haven't talked much, it still felt like you learnt a lot through him. Some would say talking about guns isn't appropriate with a teenager, but is there anything else to talk about with you anyway?

As soon as the helicopter landed and Soap had mostly rambled to you about guns, you're all ready to walk out and officially start the mission. It was rather simple, the plan is to clear a three-story building, get the intel and leave. It shouldn't take any longer than an hour, depends on how many difficulties there are going to be.

After the last few commands of the captain, it starts, pairing up in groups of two while Price goes to the front. Soap is by your side like before, while Ghost and Gaz are in front of you.The atmosphere shifts, and everyone is dead focused, having no place for mistakes. The task of clearing out the building wasn't difficult, it was difficult to actually focus on getting the intel. It was in the basement of the rather big house, only able to get in after having actually cleared out the entire area. After that's done, it goes straight to it, and there was no going back.

Your stomach drops once you reach the basement, it's silent but also so loud you can't hear what the others are saying. Several dead bodies, a dimly lit lamp from the ceiling, the intel in the corner, inside of a USB-stick next to the computer. Price steps in and first puts the stick in to check if it is really what's needed. After a few seconds of loading, it turns out that, yes, it's exactly the information you're here for.

You're finally able to breathe once Price turns around with the intel in hand before giving a firm nod, ready to go back out and return to base. The stench of the dead bodies was torture for you, let alone how dark it was in the room and how silent it was. Walking out was way easier, almost running out as the first one. But outside, there was another surprise. Right as the team went out of the basement, there was another team of soldiers, having just entered the hallway. One wrong move and you're done for, that's for sure.

Your adrenaline skyrockets and makes you act on impulse, shooting two soldiers down with clean head shots. They stop staring and act, one rushing right at you with a knife, probably thinking that’s an easier way instead of shooting at you. Thanks to your aggression that’s mostly caused by your adrenaline rush, you’re quick to block and counterattack him. The enemy soldier is clearly taller than you, but for some reason not hard to fight with at all. You quickly jab his side, which makes him gasp for air; using the distraction to choke him before stabbing him at his other side repeatedly. He cries out and winces before you let go, him holding onto his injured side and falling to his knees. You grab a fire extinguisher from the wall and hit his back with it until he collapses, aiming at his head until you’re sure he is done for. The team took out the rest and glanced to where the loud bangs were coming from, only seeing how you hit the soldier one last time before the fire extinguisher fell from your sweaty palms.

A look of surprise washes over their faces until Nikolai talks into the earpieces, informing you he’s waiting right outside with his helicopter, having about a minute before he needs to fly away.

Once the enemies are out, you're quick to leave the building all together and indeed, see the helicopter of Nikolai. Loaded in and safe, it feels like you've just run a whole marathon. Sitting down at one of the seats with a sigh, you relax your muscles as much as you can. Nikolai’s voice chimes in through the headset you're all wearing once again, all loud and clear and almost as soft spoken as Price's voice. Maybe a bit more warm than the captains, but laced with an accent. The conversation only consists of updating and some light jokes afterwards, it’s mostly quiet. The low grumble of the helicopter is the only thing filling the silence inside, not that it's uncomfortable. It's almost relaxing to finally be safe and at peace for now, even if it's just the way back.

That basement earlier took up some courage in you to go in and stay grounded, not to think too much and focus on the obvious. The surprise attack afterwards sure was surprising but nothing too challenging. The seat was strangely comfortable now after the mission, it's getting darker now anyways as the sun sets and your sore legs are able to have a time out for now. In fact, it's so comfortable that you need to force yourself to stay awake now.

Sandwiched between Price and Soap once more is enough to keep you awake, but not for long. Falling asleep seemed impossible in a room with these four guys at first but now you're napping against the shoulder of Price. Eyes closed and breathing steady, body very much relaxed. Price, on the other hand, is as stiff as a rock right now, not wanting to wake you or make this awkward. Gaz is pretty much amused at the sight in front of him, needing to resist a chuckle. The way you're just so relaxed and napping while Price is as tense as steel is also amusing to the other two teammates.

»We're almost there, just five more minutes.« Nikolai’s thick Russian accent is heard through the mic into the headsets, while Price is feeling relieved that you took your own off headset earlier. It's silent, so Nikolai speaks again, confused on why it's silent.

»Everybody alright?« He asks slowly, awaiting for someone to answer positively. »Rookie fell asleep. Trying t' stay quiet.« Ghost answers quietly back, and Nikolai has to fight back the urge to turn around in his seat and take a look himself. A low chuckle escapes him eventually as he shakes his head lightly and continues flying everyone back to base. ----

The debrief was... calm. Awfully calm. No one's arguing, and no one is yelling for no reason, it's just so casual but professional. Maybe your camp was abusive or at least unprofessional, but this almost feels too calm. It feels as if something will go wrong any second, but it doesn't.

Captain is telling everyone what he found on the USB stick, and the new plan and information are being displayed on the wall by a projector. He's going straight to the point and just tells the obvious, facing the team that is seated at a long table. The next big mission should be in about two weeks until everything is planned, it being a more complicated raid, with the main point of taking held hostages from a big building. Eventually, once he's done, his eyes lock on you and seem to become more serious.

»Before this mission, we'll need to train you as much as possible, so you won't make mistakes. Or worse.« You nod in return, already seeing yourself training day and night and trying to improve impossibly fast.

»We'll train all together and work on our teamwork. As well as spare a few rounds together, hm? Sound good?« You nod once more, feeling like this might actually be more pleasant than hard work like your usual training was. »Good.« You reply back, and once everything is settled, everyone can retreat back into their bunks and rest for tonight. ----

This night was restless for you like every other. Sleeping at a completely different and strange place is always off-setting at first. The bed is normal-sized, and there's nothing you would complain about in your own bunk, you just need to get used to it. Or maybe it was the one-hour nap you took before in the helicopter that prevents you from sleeping now. You're just glad no one addressed it later on after you woke up. Tossing and turning, you eventually fall asleep after several hours from exhaustion.

a/n: don't worry, there will be more chapters, just have to refresh my brain about my plot since I haven't touched it in a while... hope you still enjoyed it!

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fl3shm4id3n · 1 year

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Hobie brown x reader who likes to wear pastel and has a very much princess aesthetic, and all the other spiders are trying to spy on them to see if there dating

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰, 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ᴘᴜɴᴋ/ʜᴏʙɪᴇ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ x ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: couple stuff, nosy friends.

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You were a spider woman, not just any spider woman, but the only spider woman in your universe. The thing about you was you were basically a pastel rainbow. You were pale pinks, blues, yellows, purples and every other light color, you also wore a small tiara while wearing your pastel colored suit. You stood out a lot when it came to the Spider Society Head quarters.

That's how you and Hobie met, you had just been recruited, he liked your style, he thought that it really fit you and your personality. Then you both began to date shortly. You and Hobie were basically a good due. Not only that but your group of friends began to suspect that you and Hobie were more than friends. Hobie was nice, but he was way to nice when it came to you, he was smitten by you.

One day when there was no work, you and Hobie were in the lobby, just talking to one another and whatever, not really being courteous about displaying some kind of PDA, well all you did was just hold hands and talk. What you didn't notice was the small trio watching you three from afar.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Miles asked while watching you. "I have no idea, maybe they're discussing about something important?" Gwen added. They watched as you took your tiara from your head and placed it on Hobie's head. "Look! They're totally a couple" Pavitr, added while both Miles and Gwen looked at him. "How would you know?" Miles asked his friend. "Because she doesn't let any one touch her tiara, I asked if I could try it on once and she said no" Pavitr explained, then they went back to looking at you and Hobie.

This time you were just giggling at what Hobie had said while the trio still watched you both. "Do you think that they know?" you asked while giggling, you've noticed the trio were watching you after a couple minutes. "Eh, so what if they know? I think it's time that they know that me and you are a thing." He said, while looking at your tiara in his hands, looking at the three heart shaped tiara. It wasn't a real priceless tiara but you treated it at such, it was a gift from your aunt before she passed away, no one touched it but you and now your boyfriend Hobie, who you trusted with your crown.

You then stopped for a moment and thought of something. "I got an idea" you said, getting Hobie's attention. "What you got in mind?" he asked, then you leaned over and kissed his lips, this caught him off guard but he kissed you back. Then you heard a bunch of yelling and phrases such as 'I told you so!' or just 'OHHH'. You pulled away and giggled by how the trio was jumping around and making a scene around each other. "Now they're know for sure" Hobie said while looking over at your friends.

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mollyrolls · 3 months

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hey cupid! ☆ iwaizumi h. x reader

introductions: exceptional gargantuan honored esteemed large gentlemen

warnings: language

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iwaizumi hajime

☆ kinesiology major. its a very small program but he cares about it a lot and does a lot of recruiting to try and make it bigger ☆ is not a big fan of twitter, but he has one to see what his friends are talking about, because they use it more than their group chat. like they literally make plans in a thread and then when iwa doesn't show up they get mad at him. ☆ oikawa has tried countless ways to get them to have matching bios and iwa refuses violently every time, so as payback oikawa tagged him in his bio. iwa gets follow requests constantly. he hates it.

oikawa tooru

☆ came for volleyball, didnt realize he also needed a major to stay in school. he fell victim to one of iwas recruitment pitches and thought "eh why not". so he's a kinesiology major. ☆ hes a micro-celebrity on twitter, not because of his volleyball skills but because he airs out his friends business on a regular basis and people are nosy ☆ sometimes he wishes their group was more cliche, like they had a funny tradition or they did activities and shit. when he feels like that, he tweets about it and gets a ton of likes, and then doesn't care anymore.

bokuto kotaro

☆ he also is at u tokyo for volleyball, but he's a public relations major. he's a charismatic guy, so its going well! (i refuse to accept bokuto being bad at school. its not canon bc i said so). ☆ he's twitter famous for his volleyball skills. he posts highlight reels nearly every day. he had a phase of making them overly edited and having really bad rap behind them, and kuroo locked him in his room until he took it down. ☆ bokuto didn't realize how he felt about akaashi wasn't a normal thing everyone has with their friend/volleyball partner/world until they went to university and akaashi stopped playing. bo had a weird pain in his chest for a week straight and it only got better when akaashi came to visit him. totally normal relationship.

kuroo tetsuro

☆ hes a buisness major if ive ever seen one. probably going to settle on a minor, but its one of those things where he takes the classes he wants and then by fall of senior year he's close enough to completing one and he'll go ham on the requirements for the last semester. ☆ he sends so many dms to the school drama account, fully not realizing its kenma. kenma will then talk to him about it later and kuroo is like "damn, i thought i was the only one who knew that." ☆ these mfers use twitter like its a 9-5. again, iwa hates it.

fun facts!

☆ they are also all roommates, came together because of mutual friends. iwa and oikawa were rooming together, kuroo and bo were too, and then oikawa and bo are on the volleyball team.

☆ these men are a hivemind. someone can send something in all caps and they will all go with it, no questions asked.

☆ the gc name used to be "gentlemen" because they weren't creative enough to come up with a name, then they started adding honorifics. again, because they're a hivemind, they kept going until they reached the word count.

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the-froschamethyst4 · 6 months

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Stuck In The Devils Arms

𖤐Pairing: Price x F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, language, drinking, P in V, kissing/making out, age gap, blind dating, eating out, manhandling, praising, ass smacking, teasing, brat taming (?), groping, nipple play, aftercare,

𖤐Summary: When an Angel and Devil accidentally meet how will they handle each other

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"Price is old," Soap says as him and all of Task Force sat in the mess hell.

"That was so fucking random," Gaz says.

"I mean, the man is single, no kids, lives alone, probably has a cat or something...I mean, have you guys ever hear him talk about his love life?"

"Probably for a good reason, Johnny." Ghost says.

"Does he even date?"

"If he did, we will never know," Graves says, sitting next to Soap.

"What are you poor bastards talking about?" Price asked, sitting between Ghost and Alex.

"Soap, is being nosy about your love life," Ghost said.

"My love life?" Price asked, sounding offended.

"Price, you are a single man, when's the last time you went on a date?" Soap asked him.

"I went on a date not too long ago."

"WITH WHO!?" Soap jumps up.

"Jesus, I'm not telling," Price says. "I don't want you finding her and asking her how I am in bed, you'll never know, Soap," Price smirks as everyone at the table laugh.

As Price was eating his attention was caught by a new recruit, she was young late 20's maybe 26-28? Somewhere around there. Price watched as her dark green shirt showing off her breasts and her pants sitting high on her hips.

The Military's pants were men sizes and didn't fit the ladies, so the only way to get them to fit was buckling them around their waists. She picked this trick up by her dormmates.

She carried a tray, her hair slicked back into a high ponytail. She walks pass the Task Force table sitting with a group of girls, she knows.

Price watches her not in a creepy way or anything, but she was cute, beautiful even.

"Price, I'm going to set you up with someone."

"Fuck that, I'll do it on my own."

"No, let me, I know someone," Soap smirks.

"I don't trust you," Price says.

"Yeah, you do, come on, one time, you will like her."

"Man-"

"Come on, Price, it's one time."

"FINE!"

"YES! I'll let her know, you said yes."

"Why the hell did I just get myself into?" Price asked, putting his hands on his face, dragging his fingers down his cheeks.

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That Night (8:00PM)

Price was wearing some dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt with a black and white flannel, this was a casual date, hell, they are meeting at a bar, nothing special.

He has a drink in his hands and was looking at the TV behind the bar watching the football game going on. The bar door opens and the person was greeted by the bartender.

Price turns his head and sees a girl, she had asked for a screwdriver and waited, she looked like she was looking for someone. Price didn't want to bother her just in case it was the wrong girl.

"Are you John Price?" She asked, he turns and looks at her, she was cute, a cute sun dress and her hair curled with light makeup.

"Yeah, I am...are you?"

"Y/n...I'm Soap's friend." She moved a bit closer to John and she put her hand out, he shook her hand.

"Nice to meet you," he says.

"Same."

"How you know, Soap?" Price asked her.

"Our parents know each other," she says with a smile. "He told me a lot about you," she was sweet, Price can tell. She was calm and her voice was like velvet, smooth and soft.

He wanted to hear her talk, he would listen to her forever!

"So, are you and Soap friends?" She asked.

"Kind of."

"What's kind of?"

"I mean, we talk and hang out...so I guess we are," he says. She just gives him a smile. His heart skipped a beat. Price hasn't felt like this about anyone in a long time, his first love cheated on him, and all he's been doing is sleeping around every now and then.

"How come you agreed to meet me, without knowing me first?" she asked. "Was it to get him off your back?" She giggles.

"A bit yeah."

"Yeah, Soap can be a bit much, he's done it to me a couple times," she says.

The night consist of them talking, they forgot about their drinks, and mainly started talking more then worried about their drinks. Y/n had gone to the bathroom and she trusted him with her drink alone.

Price kept the cup in his view and death stared anyone who dared get close to her drink. She came back, her hand touched his shoulders, letting him know she was back and not to freak out.

She sits back down and fixes her dress. "Thanks for watching my drink."

"Of course."

Price and Y/n talked and then he asked her. "Do you wanna...go back to my place?"

"If it's okay with you?" She asked, her fingers circled the rim of her glass.

"Of course, it is, come on," he gives the bartender his card paying for both his and Y/n's drinks.

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Price opens his front door letting Y/n go in first. She takes off her flats and Price takes off his shoes and flannel.

"You want anything to eat?"

"Oh no, it's okay, you don't need to cook anything," she says.

"It's okay, come on, what do you want?" He asked, leaning over his marble counter as Y/n sat at the stool.

"Umm~ spaghetti?"

"Anything for the pretty girl," he smirks, giving Y/n butterflies.

Price was getting everything ready and Y/n walks to him and she washes her hand and helps Price.

"Can I help?"

"Sure," he smirks. He watches her pour the sauce into a pot and putting some water in the glass bottle shaking it to get the last bit of it and pouring it into the pot again.

He watches her, she was gentle, he stir the pot of tomatoes sauce. He grabs a knife and cutting board and starts chopping up mushrooms, green peppers, onions, and a few other things.

Y/n sat at the counter watching him with a glass of red wine between her hands. She watched at how skillful he was with a knife, she rests her chin on her palm as she was amazed by him and started to make small talk.

"So how long have you been in the Military?" She asked him.

"Since my twenties," he says with a smile.

"Wow...do you think you'll ever retire? Settle down with a family maybe?"

"Are you asking me, to start a family with you, miss Y/n?" Her face was red and she stood up straight.

"Eh-no...that's n-not what I-I meant, I was just wondering if you'll ever retire?"

"I don't have a plan to do so," he tells her.

"I understand...so when you're on your last leg," she cracks a joke on him.

"Wow! I will not. When I get married, and I have kids, then I'll retire till then I'm single, currently on a date with my Sergeants friend, who keeps...staring at me with her beautiful eyes," he says.

"John Price," she turns her head to avoid eye contact.

"They're pretty," he says.

She just shakes her head to try and hide her embarrassment. "You're just saying that," she says.

"I mean, I'm not wrong...Soap didn't say anything about those eyes of yours," Price says, leaning on the counter.

"I think my eyes are just fine," she giggles at him.

"...Can I kiss you?" He asked, bluntly.

"Price!” She was shocked.

“We don’t have to,” he says.

“No, it’s okay…” she gets off the stool and comes around the counter.

Her hand glides over the countertop and she looks up at him, her hand resting on his stomach before standing on her tippy toes to kiss him.

The kiss was soft and gentle, Price pulls away first and then picks up Y/n placing her on the counter, he stood between her legs cupping her face and giving her another kiss.

Her hands rested on his chest as they both hear the water sizzling on the stove top. Price turns and lowers the heat on the stove.

"Should we eat first?" He asked.

"If the old man needs his food first to have enough stamina," she teased him.

"I not that old, I'm 40 years old," he says with a pout.

"Nothing to be ashamed of," she says, cupping his face and getting another kiss from him.

"Fuck it," he pulls the noodles off the stove along with the sauce and picked Y/n back up and took her to the bedroom, she giggles knowing she struck a nerve.

"What are you giggling at?" He asks her.

"Just how you got so mad over a simple comment," she says, Price can feel the smirk from her.

"Oh yeah," he smacks her ass earning a soft squeal from her and her legs bending up. He chuckles at her. "How cute, you got such a bratty attitude but when I manhandle you that all goes away."

"Oh no, sir, this is only a treat," she says, her hands on his back sitting up but then she flopped on the soft mattress.

She giggles when she bounces up a couple times, and Price watched as she was now on her back, elbows propping herself up, and her right knee bending exposing a bit of her panties.

He smirks, crawling up her and kissing her lips. She smiles and kisses his lips. His hands went up her body, holding her waist before his left hand unzipped her dress, she pulls the straps off her shoulders and Price pulls it down off her body.

She giggles when Price starts kissing her ankle and kissing all the way back up to her exposed chest. His mouth attached to her right nipple and his fingers played with her other.

She let's out a soft moan, her hands going into his hair and her back arches against his body. Price sits up and removes his shirt and starts messing with his belt.

Just undoing the belt before going back to kiss her lips. Price's rough, calloused hands held her waist before he starts moving them downward pulling her panties off and then he grabs her thighs and moves them over his shoulders.

It's been a while since someone has done anything like this to Y/n. Soap had known about Y/n never really wanting a relationship but didn't mind a hook-up every now and then, but this...what her and Price are doing is something she could live with.

Price licks his lips before gently kissing her wet folds. His tongue licked between her folds and then soon his tongue was pushing inside of her. She squeezed her thighs together as she felt good from what Price was doing to her.

She looks at Price and made eye contact with the older man. He smirks before sucking on her clit and shaking his tongue back and forth earning a breathy moan from her lips.

Price likes hearing her moans, he soon tasted some pre-cum coming from her lower half, he smirks before removing his tongue which earned him a annoyed groan from Y/n, he taps the side of her butt.

"Flip," he demands, he removes his pants as he stares at Y/n's ass as she flips over. He smirks before bending down and biting at her ass, she looks over her shoulder mouth opened letting out a soft and satisfied moan.

he moves a pillow under her lower half as he positions himself at her entrance and pushing inside of her. She puts her head back, her head hit against his broad shoulder. She looks in his eyes and lets out a few satisfied moans.

He was thrusting fast, he wasn't sloppy, kind of professional in a way, like he knew what he was doing. Y/n felt him hit against her spot a few times.

"You're doing so well," he praises. "You look so cute with your eyes really in the back of your head," he says.

"P-Price-" she was cut off by his lips on hers and she moans into the kiss.

"Those pretty eyes...rolling back...looking at me...they are so fucking intoxicating," he says with a smirk on his face before kissing her neck, he thrusts became harder, rougher even, the loud smacking of skin against each other filled the room.

His tip was throbbing wanting to cum inside of her, she squeezes around him when the feeling of wanting to cum filled her body, Price and her both moaned before they ended up coming together.

Price keeps going, he doesn't want this night to end just yet. he was going to keep going to prove that he isn't just some 'old man'. He smirks when seeing Y/n's face buried into the pillow, her moans muffled and her legs shaking.

price smirks knowing that her little comment is eating her. His hands rested on her waist guiding her to keep going faster, cause he wasn't done just yet.

As he was moving faster, Y/n's lovely moans being muffled and her eyes carrying some hot tears, not of pain but of pleasure. She loves this feeling probably more than Price.

"One more, love. I know you can cum one more fucking time," he demands.

He was sloppy with his thrusts again, and the sound of skin clapping, and sounds of something wet and sticky filled the room. She did what he asked her to do and that was to cum once more and she did.

Price smirks and pulls out of her, cum rushes from her lower half.

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Price was plating up the food, yes, he reheated it up. Y/n came downstairs in some shorts and a t-shirt that belonged to price.

"John, the shorts," she lets go of the shorts and they immediately drop to her ankles. "They don't fit," she says as Price laughs.

"Okay, you don't have to wear them," she steps out of them and temporarily places them on the back of his couch. She sits at the table as price gave her the plate and then goes back to get her a glass of water.

Y/n and Price ate and talked and by the end of it, she was being carried back upstairs to the bedroom to join Price. He places her on the side facing the closet door and he laid near the door.

"You get some rest okay?"

"Okay...good night."

"Night," he cups her face before holding her close to his chest.

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"Kids are confirmed," Soap says as he sits next to Price at the mess hall.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Price says.

"Y/n told me what you two did-"

"Is she pregnant?"

"Price, that's not how it works, it'll take time before that happens, and not only that, Y/n's on birth control, she wouldn't stop taking it for a stranger."

"She would for me," Price says, raising his eyebrows and sipping from his tea.

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xxi. the plan

you supposed it was some sort of karma for your and jungkook’s poor judgement to be put in this position. the two of you confirmed over text that there was a long overdue talk needed between you guys, but it’d been over a week now. every time it seemed like there would be a spare moment, something would always find its way between the two of you.

one random thursday afternoon, you ran into jungkook coming back from the riding trails with leo. you thought this was your chance, until namjoon came trailing behind them. then, at the saloon the next night, jungkook was whisked away by a last minute shift coverage at work. it was growing frustrating, trying to identify an opening in both of your schedules.

“who are you texting? you look troubled,” asked yoongi, trying to look at your phone from over your shoulder.

you instantly put your phone down on the table. “stop being nosy.”

“if it’s jungkook, just say so, so we can all stop stressing about you,” namjoon interjected from across you.

it was now nearing the end of july, which meant the midsummer fair was around the corner. the last of preparations weren’t difficult, but you figured namjoon could need the help. everyone else seemed to be working or, in jungkook’s case, preparing for the show jumping competition at the fair. it was apparent that he was rusty and was training last-minute. meanwhile, you and yoongi were recruited to help namjoon with miscellaneous tasks.

“yeah, he hasn’t had time because he’s been hanging out with you,” yoongi said, as he wrapped some ribbon around a prize basket.

you ignored yoongi, too focused on your current text conversation with jungkook. he and namjoon exchanged looks, then sighed in unison. you raised an eyebrow at the two of them.

“so, you guys are going to the fair together, right?”

taken aback, you replied, “what do you know about that?”

this was the first time it came up and was definitely not something talked about between you and jungkook, especially with the latter’s insistence that you were simply just friends. now, of course, the situation was vastly different. there was no way to shake off the kiss you shared a week ago - though neither of you acknowledged it over text and only implied it was to be talked about in person.

“enough to know that you should just ask him. it’s so obvious that something is going on between the two of you and,” namjoon paused, “you guys took an awfully long time to smoke outside last week at the saloon.”

at this, your face turned cherry red and you threw a roll of tape in namjoon’s direction.

meanwhile, yoongi was chuckling under his breath, as he let out a low whistle when namjoon just barely dodged your attack. “look, y/n, we’re your friends. we’re also jungkook’s friends. if there’s anyone who can help, it’s us.”

this would have been another excellent example of why you needed some female friends. it was difficult to take namjoon and yoongi seriously, looking like they were capable of doing nothing but cause trouble with their matching vexatious smiles. you rolled your eyes, realizing you had no choice.

“fine. fine! i have feelings for jungkook, are you happy?” you admitted through gritted teeth.

even though confiding in these two idiots was the last thing you wanted to do, that was actually the first time you were able to admit it aloud. up until now, you’d endured teasing from some of your friends, who were insistent on your behalf. you mostly just kept your mouth shut, since you’d been toying with the idea in your head without confirmation. after several missteps and mixed signals, you were finally letting yourself speak the truth.

yoongi’s expression remained unfazed. “okay, that was obvious.”

“hey! that took a lot out of me to confess,” you shot back.

little did you know, jungkook was going through the exact same thing as you. unfortunately, it was one of the busiest times of the year. he was the reigning show jumping champion and paid his entrance fees for the competition months in advance, so there was no way he couldn’t show up. it just so happened that life kept getting in the way, but he was trying.

“he got sad when i told him that you’ll be helping me today, since he’s busy with work,” namjoon remarked, giving you a pointed look.

even with the boys rooting for you and on your side, life still proved to be a major obstacle itself. it was growing almost comical, the way the next few days would pan out. like in the months, every time it seemed as though you and jungkook got close to confronting your feelings, something always got in the way.

when the next day rolled around, you thought today would be the day. as jungkook dropped off jiwon at the farmhouse, he promised that the two of you would talk when he came back later that day for her. it was no problem - except for the heavy feeling in your stomach that you carried for the entire day.

“what’s wrong?” jiwon asked, tilting her head slightly at you.

there was a certain determination when it came to being the best babysitter in the world and most of it had to do with impressing jungkook. you loved jiwon and you wanted to show him that you were good with her. you decided that there was nothing kids loved more than sweets, which is how you and jiwon were stationed in your kitchen making homemade ice cream.

to your left, she wore one of your aprons and it came down to her knees. jiwon stood on a step stool, as she helped you whisk ingredients together and you didn’t notice that you’d been frowning at your phone for the last few minutes. you were reviewing your emails related to the farm, as business was picking up the more established you were.

you smiled, shaking your head at her. “nothing, sweetie. just work.”

at that moment, you heard the front door open. you knew it was jungkook, since it was coming up on the end of the day and he never knocked. he announced his presence, voice echoing throughout the big house.

“hey, it’s me,” he called and you could catch a glimpse of him from where you stood.

jungkook approached closer, hands in the pockets of his jeans. you could tell he just finished riding from his helmet hair, flattening out his jet black locks and he still somehow made it look good. he raised his eyebrows at the sight of your kitchen, where various bowls were sprawled out alongside bags of sugar and fresh milk in jugs.

“we’re making ice cream!” exclaimed jiwon, grinning from ear to ear.

“oh, yeah? nice,” he nodded and glanced at you, impressed.

you said, “we’re just about done. jiwon, why don’t you pop the bag into the freezer? it’ll be ready for tomorrow.”

she nodded with enthusiasm, following your exact instructions. it was a pleasure watching over her - despite her antics at the beach, you saw that she was genuinely a good kid.

“you did such a good job with her,” you whispered to jungkook, as the two of you watched jiwon clean up without being asked. “so polite, so bubbly.”

“i know,” jungkook answered, a proud smile stretching across his lips.

this was the most that you and jungkook had been able to talk in person since the kiss. it was hard to ignore the beating of your heart when you stood next to him, as it only consumed you the longer he was there. his eyes flickered back to you and a meaningful gaze was exchanged.

then, your phone rang.

you furrowed your eyebrows, wondering who could be calling you so late into the afternoon. when you took a look, you saw that it was a vendor from the other part of the country. you sighed, biting your lip.

jungkook noticed. “you have to take that, don’t you?” he sounded disappointed, but he didn’t let it show.

“i do, i’m sorry,” you responded, walking over to where your phone was on the counter.

he waved you off. “don’t be sorry. is it going to take a while?”

“yeah. . .” nothing was for sure, but the business calls you took ranged anywhere from five minutes to an hour and you didn’t want to keep jungkook waiting for you.

you picked up the call, but your focus went elsewhere when you felt a hand at the small of your back. jungkook had taken several steps towards you, chest to your shoulder. your chest buzzed with electricity and you looked up at him through your eyelashes, as the words the person on the other end went in one ear and out the other.

“i’ll see you later,” he whispered into your ear and something about his tone left goosebumps on your arm. it was an immediate flashback to the kiss you shared the week before, where his whispered dare pushed you beyond your limits.

jungkook knew it, too, judging by the satisfied smirk on his lips. the two of you stared at each other momentarily, just standing in each other’s presence and relishing the spark. you cleared your throat, snapping out of the daze when the person on the phone asked you a question.

he then took a step back, as you mouthed the words “i hate you” to him. jungkook chuckled and walked over to where jiwon was, innocently collecting her belongings from the living room. the last thing he mouthed back was “book club.” despite the bad timing of the call, you couldn’t help but smile at him.

xxii. the failed plan

it was no longer funny. there was nothing to laugh at when it came to your luck this week - though, you caught taehyung and seokjin were secretly fist bumping at being relieved of book club and you had to have a small giggle at that. thankfully, it was just a malfunction of the fire alarm and there was no real danger at the saloon. the only danger was you, about to burst at any second for another stolen opportunity to be alone with jungkook.

like the two of you agreed, book club was intended to be d-day. it was somehow the only block in your schedules where you could be together, since work and training with leo came before and after. it was supposed to be a quick sneak away from the main group during the session, in order for the two of you to have a talk.

you were the last to arrive at the saloon where the meeting was taking place, twenty minutes into the season.

“you’re late,” yoongi scolded, but your eyes were trained on jungkook, who broke out in a wide smile the instant you walked in.

at the same instant, a painful blare attacked your ears. you brought your hands up to shield them from the sharp ache, as the boys and the other patrons got to their feet. confused, you looked around.

“FIRE!”

the establishment was small and it didn’t take long for everyone to scramble out into the street. hoping to not get trampled, you tried taking your time, but there were too many people at once.

“jesus, are you just going to stand there?” a voice asked and you felt an arm snake around your back, supporting you from teetering over amidst the sudden movements of others around you.

it was jungkook, who rolled his eyes at you and gave you a gentle push forward, encouraging you to move. you followed his lead, as his arm moved from your back to reaching for your free hand. he grabbed it, clasping his grip to keep you steady and he successfully led you out of the building.

you said, “i was trying not to fall.” you were nearly hugging jungkook’s arm, clutching onto it with your whole body like your life depended on it. it wasn’t that serious of a situation, of course, but this was an excuse to hang onto his muscular body.

“yeah, whatever, you would’ve gotten your face stepped on without me,” jungkook quipped, opening the door for you without letting go of your hand.

the two of you found your friends at the back of the crowd, walking over. you realized that you were still holding hands with jungkook and upon reaching the boys, snatched your hand back fast. your hands went cold when you did and you didn’t like it, but it was hard to ignore the way your cheeks went hot when the two of you walked over, holding hands.

if anyone noticed it, it was hoseok, who sounded too happy for someone who just had their fire alarms set off. “there you guys are,” he sang, clapping his hands together and looking between you two.

“uh, why aren’t you worried right now?” you pushed the feeling of jungkook’s hand in yours away, furrowing your eyebrows at hoseok.

he responded, “huh? oh, there’s not actually a fire. the alarms malfunctioned.”

even though he wasn’t the owner or even an employee, you could make out namjoon talking to his dad a few feet away, likely explaining the situation. somehow, it looked like jungkook got roped into that conversation, now also nodding and speaking to mayor kim alongside namjoon. you sighed. there went your chance.

you walked over to where taehyung and seokjin were. “what a waste,” you grumbled under your breath.

“oh, you sound like yoongi. he was also looking forward to book club, too!” seokjin commented.

on the other hand, taehyung took note of your expression and laughed. “yeah, y/n, you seem real disappointed about book club,” he glanced over at jungkook as he spoke and you could tell he knew why you actually came.

“i don’t think the next meeting is until after the fair, what a shame. . .” seokjin mused, tapping a finger on his chin.

“right, the fair,” you said, kicking a pebble. it was difficult to think about the midsummer festival coming up, with all that was on your plate.

without everything on your mind, you should have been looking forward to the fair. it used to be your favourite part of the summer when you were younger and it was always your and jungkook’s place. you wanted to experience the same freeing bliss you associated with the fair and the summer season, nostalgic for simpler times. instead, it was lost in the shuffle with the farm, jungkook and life in general.

“are you going to ask jungkook?” taehyung’s question was sudden and it made your eyes widen.

“uh, well - “

taehyung smirked. “jungkook’s been telling me since you got here that he wanted to take you, if you didn’t know.”

reflecting on the events of the past two months or so, it was something you definitely did not know. then again, between all the mix-ups and unclear communication, you didn’t know anything until the kiss with jungkook.

“say, taehyung,” you began, pondering deeply. “did jungkook ever say anything else about me?”

“just that he thinks he’s in love with you, nothing much.” it was seokjin who interjected, smacking his forehead. “he says you’re his first love and that he thinks it’s fate that you came back to the valley - i was going to ask you what even happened between the two of you for a falling out to have occurred.”

your jaw dropped. “what?”

“nothing.”

“no, i heard what you said!” you argued, in disbelief that seokjin just said that aloud.

he replied, “then, why are you asking?”

because you were shocked. love was a strong word and it stuck to you like invisible tape. this was your childhood best friend you were talking about and although the kiss you shared was otherworldly, you stood frozen when you contemplated the idea of being in love with him. however, the taste wasn’t foreign in your mouth. you thought about how much you cared for each other, how in sync your energies and personalities were, how you could never get rid of the butterflies in your stomach whenever you saw him.

taehyung groaned and shook his head at seokjin, who held his hands up in defense. “i mean, well, yeah. jungkook may have said something like that.”

“wait, what?” you then turned to taehyung.

“that’s really all he’s ever said about you. talks my ear off about you,” he slowly spoke, looking over your shoulder as if jungkook were to pop in at any second and deck him for exposing their conversations.

you were stumped. “that’s really all he’s said about me?” you narrowed your eyes, thinking of the time jungkook suggested that you ask out taehyung. “so, he never mentioned taking me to the fair as your date?”

taehyung’s eyes widened. “me? no, he’s never said such a thing!”

“that little shit,” you spat, squeezing your eyes shut. “he told me to ask you out! it bothered me for so long, i thought he didn’t like me!”

“what?” he asked, fighting back a laugh. “are you serious? no way, he definitely panicked.”

“yes.”

then, both seokjin and taehyung fell victim to a fit of laughter. there were still others outside of the saloon, gathered and talking about the situation. they looked at you three strangely, including jungkook who gave you a questioning look from afar. you could only glare at him and he cut back to his conversation, as if he knew he was caught. meanwhile, the other two men were still doubled over, clutching their ribs, and you could only swallow your frustrations.

xxiii. the distractions

at first, you thought it was only coincidence after coincidence that kept you and jungkook apart. by the next week, you were certain there was a greater plot against you that prevented your schedules from lining up. you also had a hunch that your friends were in on this plot.

the midsummer festival was now days away and you were growing anxious that you wouldn’t be able to catch jungkook before. you were really, really hoping that you and him could talk things out and have the day to yourselves. unfortunately, it looked as though you were going to run out of time.

it was getting to the peak of the season that required you to be working longer hours and you rarely had a free moment to yourself. on your first day off in a while, you were determined to finally track down jungkook. except, your friends had other plans.

“oh, good morning guys. what brings you here?”

you realized that you had yet to invite any of your friends over to the farmhouse. they preferred to gather at a community space like the saloon and rarely to anyone’s own house - mostly because none of the boys wanted to partake in the cleaning that inevitably came with hosting people. you had yet to visit any of the boys’ houses, apart from jungkook and taehyung. that’s why you were taken aback to find jimin and hoseok at your front door step.

“hey!” hoseok greeted and you immediately grew suspicious at his high-pitched tone. “are you busy right now?”

you’d just texted jungkook if he had any free time today and he had yet to reply, so you figured that you had time to kill. you noticed that they were both holding. . .paddleboards? you stared at them blankly, but shook your head.

jimin cleared his throat. “we should go to the beach.”

“the beach?” you asked, looking up at the grey skyline. it was definitely going to rain and you’d been prepared for this rainy day all week, adjusting your tasks around the farm for the weather, so you were sure it was not going to be good weather.

hoseok and jimin exchanged looks, before the former spoke again. “yeah! paddleboarding!” hoseok exclaimed, holding up a bright red paddleboard.

“guys, it’s going to rai - “ you started. after feeding the livestock, you were looking forward to spending the day indoors with a book.

“ - great, we’ll meet you in the car!”

and before you could say another word, the two dashed off to where jimin’s mustang was parked in your driveway. thinking back to seokjin’s surprise party, you knew something was up. but, you decided to humour them - a mistake you would pay for the next few hours. regeardless, you had the day off and paddleboarding did seem fun. you sighed and retreated back into your house to change into more appropriate attire before meeting them outside, wondering what they were up to.

to no surprise, the chaos didn’t stop there. for one, today was the day you realized you were horrible at paddleboarding. you spent the majority of the time flailing around. second, it started raining, as you predicted.

“run!” screamed jimin, once it started pouring.

huffing and puffing, you used hoseok’s stupid paddleboard as a shield from the rain, as the three of you ran from the water and back to the car. you opened the door to the passenger seat, thinking you were safe. your heart nearly leaped out of your throat when you glanced at the rearview mirror and found seokjin politely sitting in the backseat.

“jesus fuck!” you yelped, jumping out of your seat. “where did you come from?!”

suspiciously enough, neither hoseok or jimin were shocked to find seokjin randomly sitting in the car.

“hey guys! wanna get lunch?” seokjin was too happy-go-lucky for you to dismiss - or maybe it was the fact that he just gave you a real-life jumpscare.

“jin hyung, buddy! nice to see you!” jimin waved happily, as if seokjin didn’t just break into his car. “what a nice surprise. i’m down for lunch, what about you guys?”

you blurted out, “what’s going on here?” you looked at the three of them.

“how’s pizza?” hoseok ignored you, also smiling too wide for comfort.

you were suddenly too distracted to answer, as you patted down your tote bag for your phone. wide-eyed, you began checking your seat and below your feet for any sign of it. while this was happening, the boys seemed to be in agreement without you and as you were looking, jimin already backed out of the parking space.

without your phone, you couldn’t see if jungkook replied to you. did you even bring it with you in the first place? jimin noticed your panicked expression and asked what was wrong.

“my phone. . .” you mumbled, but figured you would be able to grab it after lunch.

you didn’t have time to question seokjin’s sudden appearance because you were worrying about your phone the entire time you and your friends gathered for pizza. however, it was clear that they were trying to distract you the entire time, seemingly throwing more suggestions left and right for what other activities you could partake in during the day. some of them proved too nonsensical to even consider.

deep in thought, the four of you sat by the window of the local pizza place in the valley, while the others talked away.

“hey, why don’t we go for a hike?” suggested seokjin, despite the fact that it was still pouring outside.

jimin then piped in. “or, we could go see a movie!”

“there’s no movie theatre in town, where did you even get that idea?” you responded to jimin, blinking slowly.

then, a buzzing noise interrupted the conversation. it was hoseok’s and he glanced at the screen, eyebrows raised.

“oh! looks like the theatre is closed - y/n, why don’t we take you home?”

and then, as quick as you were pushed out the door, the boys pushed you back out into jimin’s car. you weren’t sure where the need to rush suddenly came from, considering it was obvious that the boys were trying to keep you in one place for whatever reason.

everytime you tried to speak up with a question about their behaviour, someone shot you down by changing the topic entirely. the group had already talked about aliens, princess diana, baseball, and the mandela effect - this was all just during the short car ride home, nontheless. the amount of other random conversation changers throughout the day was endless. you lost count of the amount of conversation topics that were brought up in order to distract you.

“are you reading off a list?” you questioned hoseok, who seemed to be sneaking a look at his phone every time he wanted to interrupt you. you thought you saw the words ‘list of conversation starters’ at the link of the website.

the car came to an abrupt stop, giving hoseok an opportunity to dodge you once again.

jimin jumped in before hoseok could reply. “look! we’re here! have a nice day, y/n,” he said, rushed in all one breath. you sighed aloud, seeing it as a lost cause.

as the car came to a stop in front of the farmhouse, you unbuckled your seatbelt and promptly whipped around from the passenger seat to face the boys. they all jumped at once at your sudden movement. you narrowed your eyes.

“i don’t know what you guys are up to, but i don’t like it,” were the final words you said, as they all pretended to not hear you and waved you goodbye with smiles plastered on their faces.

you grumbled some profanity under your breath when you exited the vehicle and to your luck, the rain mostly stopped. it was now mid-afternoon now and most of your day was gone. the first thing you did was make a beeline indoors, to the living room, where you remembered leaving your phone.

when you arrived indoors, as if on cue, your phone began ringing. at this point, you were well prepared to tell off either namjoon, yoongi or taehyung. stalking over, you were pleasantly surprised to see jungkook’s name flash on the screen. in fact, you were so taken aback that you froze, forgetting where you were and what was happening for a second.

shoulders tensed, you snapped out of it and slowly picked up your phone. pressing the ‘accept’ button felt as if you were setting off an explosive.

“hello. .?” you said, wincing when your voice cracked ever so slightly.

a soft chuckle on the other end made you bite your lip. “hey, bunny,” jungkook’s voice filled your ears.

“hi. what’s up?” you asked, praying to the heavens above that he was calling you because he wanted to see you. you would have done a full sprint to his house at this point, if he confirmed your suspcions.

he said, “you’re home now?”

you played with a random lock of hair, having now sat yourself on the counter and swinging your legs like a school girl. “i am,” you tried keeping your voice steady.

“come out to the back.”

it took everything in you to not scream. he didn’t say more, only hung up the phone after his request. that’s when the panic settled into your stomach.

in a hurry, you speed walked to the bathroom, where you took a full-body scan of yourself. your hair had dried funny after going paddleboarding, salt clumping the strands together. the outfit you wore was a ratty old t-shirt and there was no time for you to run upstairs and change without it being obvious you were changing clothes just to come see jungkook. rapidly, you threw your hair up into a bun and splashed water on your face to snap you out of your anxiety.

then, like nothing, you sauntered casually out the back door. from a distance, you could hear your name being called.

you followed the voice, realizing it was leading to the old tractor garage. confused, you approached closer and were surprised to hear the sound of whirling. as soon as you stood in front of it, you saw that the door was no longer stuck halfway and it slowly raised up, revealing jungkook on the inside.

“surprise,” he smiled, though you could tell he was nervous by the way his hands were shoved into his pockets and he rocked back and forth on his heels.

your jaw dropped. “you fixed it. you fixed the door.”

the tractor garage had been the bane of your existence since moving into the farmhouse, with all the other minor repairs being covered by the man in front of you. you’d attempted to examine it multiple times and figured you didn’t have time for the next little while, despite knowing that you could use the money from selling off the tractor.

like a guardian angel, jungkook stood in front of you, saving you one way or another. this was the first time in over a week that you were able to get a good look at him. he took off his stetson hat once you came closer, revealing his bashful face. dressed in jeans and a flannel rolled up to reveal his tattoos, this was the first time you could admit that he was the source of your racing heart.

“i thought it would make up for all the bullsht i’ve put you through these past two months,” he said, looking down at his feet.

you ignored jungkook and instead, walked right up to him to pull him into a hug. you weren’t sure what overtook you to do such a thing, but he immediately wrapped his arms around you and you melted right into him. jungkook’s addictive scent of sage and leather was unmistakable and you could have indulged in it for forever.

although it was nice to have the garage fixed and have its annoyance wiped off of your to-do list, you were more so touched by jungkook’s gesture to surprise you. like he always did, even when you were kids, he always made it a point to make you smile.

in a low whisper, you said, “you sent those idiots to drive me around town, didn’t you?”

“did they really come up with paddleboarding? i told them to distract you, i didn’t think they would come up with such crazy ideas,” he chuckled into your hair.

it was difficult to pull away, but it was made easier when jungkook grabbed your hand when he did so. locking his fingers around yours, you thought time stopped for a moment.

“i’m sorry about everything,” you said, brushing a loose strand of hair away from his face with your free hand.

his cheeks tinted pink ever so slightly. “it’s been hard to find time to talk - but, would it be too much to ask if you could wait just a little bit longer?”

“sorry?” you responded, confused. the two of you had been going back and forth for nearly two weeks, trying to make time to sit down in-person with one another and he still wanted to delay it? even though you were standing right in front of him, on your day off?

“come to the fair with me. as my date.”

when you were a kid, amber valley meant a lot of things to you. of course, you loved your grandpa more than anything in the world. retreating to the sleepy town away from the city lights also meant two constants: your best friend and the wonders of a festival that celebrated your favourite season. you thought you would never see it again through the years. today, jungkook gifted you both these things once more.

𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. @sstrongstyle @wobblewobble822 @taiwan0618 @seokout @firelcrds @xwniazx @shellyyy177 @myseokjinji @teddybeartaetae

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callsignvenomcod · 9 months

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a soft life

Prompt: Retired! Simon Riley. A slow life in a Manchester farm.

warning: mentions of PTSD, mentions of cartel related violence, mentions of violence, MDNI.

PS: Opening line is from the book "Jarhead" (2001) by Anthony Swofford.

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A story.

A man fires a rifle for many years, and he goes to war. And afterwards he returns the rifle in at the armory, and he believes he's finished with the rifle. But no matter what else he might do with his hands, love a woman, build a house, change his son's diaper; his hands remember the rifle.

Sometimes he could still hear the bullets.

For a long time, it was hard to convince himself he deserved to grow old. It might have been a given fact to some other people but not for those in the military, not for Ghost, at least; not after Tommy and Beth, or Las Almas or Johnny. It took him a lot of time to be grateful to be almost 40. For several reasons, he never saw himself living past 20.

And now he was opening up the crates of the chickens he kept in his very own farm, a piece of land he actually owned, without a mask on, very far away from the bullet sounds and a barrack, from the mud and the camo, away from everything and everyone, not sound in the horizon but the chickens and Riley, the border collie dog he got, barking at a three somewhere in the distance.

He retired the summer he turned 40, there was a ceremony and everything, with Laswell and Price and he got more chest candy that would eventually end up in a wooden chest, never to be seen again, under the bed. There wasn't a reason, he just had to. He was in his prime, physically, but his mind was made of glass lately, everything rubbed him the wrong way, couldn't even train recruits without snapping too hard at them, making them quit, yell at them too much, scare them too much, beat them up to a pulp too much.

Every man in the military had a story. A life before, a life after. And in the middle, sand, or mud, or just camo. A war that last years, a mission that lasts hours. Silence and nosie.

He, like other recruits, like other Sergeants, Lieutenants, Colonels, had shadows over them. It took months for him to stop looking over his shoulder while doing the big shop on a sunday, started going to those overnight groceries store to shop alone instead. The butcher's reminded him both of his adolescence and the carnage he had caused, flinched whenever he saw a mohawk kid walking down the street, looked twice sometimes only to find a stranger.

Sometimes he could still hear the bullets, aye.

He turned in his paperwork and retired silently with lots of medals under his name, lots of dead men and probably women under his knife, missing friends, missing nerves and too scarred to be a model now. Ha.

Oh, and Y/N's wanted to get away at some point anyway.

Y/N. The last drink he never should have had, the cut that made him hide his face, and the party that made him feel his age. Pulp's words, not his. All it took was a few nights shopping at the Tesco she was working in as a cashier, late night shift, for them to become acquainted.

A year of mutual pinning, a single night in which Y/N placed the bourbon bottle and the batteries inside of the paper bag and looked up at Simon, change in hand (because he paid in cash always, no traces behind) and smiled at him. COVID had made it easier to transition from the skull balaclava to a medical mask and then to a bare face, so Simon looked at her behind the black medical mask and stared at her while she opened her mouth.

-Why do bees have sticky hair?

Simon blinked, looking down at her. -Pardon?

No line behind him. It was the first time the cashier talked to him other than "Goodnight" and "Drive safe", or "It will be 5.66, please". There was a faraway sound of some sort of 80's American pop music, something to pass time by. Simon had noticed her since the first time he came into this very same Tesco a few months ago, had noticed how she sang along whatever music was on, how her Tesco blue uniform looked too big on her, making her look insanely small and slinky. He noticed how she was always almost without a medical mask and whenever she used it, it was laced around her chin; he noticed short, clean nails, and a heart necklace over her chest, a pair of dazzling dove eyes, full hips, a belly.

He really noticed the full hips.

The girl fucking giggled and repeated. She must had a bit of Irish in her judging by the sound of her accent. Simon felt as awkward as a teenage boy in front of any girl ever -Why do bees have sticky hair?

The man shook his head, still confused, a quid in his hand.

-Because they use a honeycomb.

Ah, a woman after his own heart. Such a lame joke.

He snorted out a laugh.

It simply slipped and he memorized the name tag before grabbing his shopping bag and shaking his head, hearing her giggle behind him as he exited the store, and he came back two days later after convincing himself he needed two jars of red bean jam instead of the usual one.

Sometimes he could still hear the bullets.

And now she sleeps here; and Simon had stared at her sleeping form wondering how much time it would take for her to start hating his way of loving, of being, how many times he would go silent on the phone, a bad texter, a worst caller, how he hated crowded places and loud noises and most of their dates happened in her flat, when her roommate was out, staring silently at a film on TV, her friends thinking she's getting her brains fucked out by an experienced, older, lust thirst Vet when in reality, Ghost was gathering up the courage to wrap his arm around her shoulders.

And now she sleeps here.

In the crook of his neck, his thigh over his hip, wild hair all over the bed, sometimes inside his mouth because he stopped using a mask a while ago.

In the mornings, tangled in their bed, warm sheets, the soft breeze of Riley sleeping under the bed, her sweet sweat and vanilla scented skin under his, it took Simon a few seconds to realize he was sleeping in the company of someone; in the arms of a woman and in his own bed, a king size bed with soft white sheets that were washed and changed every 5 days, not a twin bed in a barrack, that his years of active service were over, not forgotten, as if, but that he could allow himself to become whatever he might end up becoming if the 141 didn't happened.

-Come here, boy. Come here, Riley. Yeah, yeah...- said Simon scrunching down to caress right behind Riley's ear, the dog sticking out his long tongue and barking of joy mixed with the hyper sense of his breed, the soldier being careful not to break the eggs he held in a small basket. Simon had found him a puppy a few months ago, seemed like years really, in a litter box with 6 of his brothers and sisters, a beat-up cardboard sign reading "For adoption." And Simon picked up the only one with a lazy ear. He knew deep down that Y/N would appreciate that and simply put him in the passenger seat of the black Bronco truck he owned and drove all the way back home. -You're up early, eh? You having breakkie with us?

He had fallen into a comfortable routine now. He would wake up, crawl over Y/N's sleeping figure, careful not to wake her with the crack of dawn, 5AM with the BBC on his headphones, a 6'2 shadow jogging through the hills of the outskirts of Manchester, for an hour only the dark of the road, the eventual baby blue of the sky, the warmth of the sun. Sometimes Riley was up for it, sometimes he stood behind cuddled up in their room. And upon his return he would work out in their driveway for another hour, noticing the growing presence of what the media now called a "Dad Bod" (Y/N's words, not him) and eventually hearing soft barefoot steps coming from the room.

There was tea for two before he had to head out, get some tasks done, and a soft kiss hanging from Y/NS plush lips, and he would always try to push it, try his luck. He would smile against it, whispering "Good morning..." with a lazy voice, hands on Y/N's full hips, kneading them, in need of them, and Simon would press up with hard on against her stomach, while deepening the kiss.

It never failed to make her wet. It never failed to make her forget the kettle on the fire for a minute and simply give into his kiss, his embrace; him, overall. Simon would pick her up, easily, laid her on the counter, and her robe would open for him, with or without his help, and she was always so wet for him, so ready to do it.

-Simon...- she will say. - Breakfast...

And he wasted no time into twisting her words, dropping to his knees as if he was in the presence of a saint, of a virgin, of the end of the world, staring at her glistening cunt first thing in the morning, looking up with the adoration she deserved; she would gulp and argue it was not what she meant but she would recoil and whimper when Simon stuck his tongue inside his cunt anyway, overlapping her folds, blissfully eating her out before the sun was completely out.

The dog kept barking all the way down to the house, past the barn and the driveway, the small stable with the one horse they had, the pen he was building to eventually own sheep, and Simon felt the cold breeze of the early morning seeping through his black knit sweater and his jean jacket, as he walked all the way across the grass fields and into his porch, the swinging chair Y/N liked to read in, in a need of a reparation.

-Right...- he whispered to himself seeing the hammer he left outside to remind himself to fix the damn chair, bloody hell. Riley's nose peeked through the front door, opening it with ease and technique allowing themselves in, and the cold of the outside world was quickly gone.

Simon stepped into a cozy home, with a color palette he would have never picked, all warm yellows and oranges, pinks and whites, and soft cushions, warm blankets, a picknick turntable in the coffee table; and music, soft music he didn't recognize coming from it, a spinning record on it with yellow and pink lyrics, a girl signing about a loved one, and another voice, a present one, horribly trying to sing along.

He snorted out a laugh when Riley started barking and the voice was interrupted abruptly.

-Simon?...- Radio silence. -Babe?

Oh, the sound of his name in her mouth.

He crossed his living room, stepping into the kitchen, holding four eggs in a small bowl, one from each hen they owned, and he stood in the door frame, just a tad taller than him, admiring the view. He had endured white missions in the Russian winter, literal months of the gruesome torture and gory tasks and they all suddenly made sense because there was a girl.

Ah, there was a girl, alright.

Today was English breakfast. No peas for him, no sausages for her. It was stereotypical but easy to make and no one was around to judge them anyway. Next house was a few miles down the road, and even the road was far away, the town was a 30-minute ride. It was their little bit of heaven. The man stepped in, handing her the basket like every other day and kissed her temple, as she grilled some tomatoes slice ups leaning back against him. His hands would find her hips again and she would yawn with intimacy, hair still a mess, thighs still sticky. -Teas on the table, love. It's gone get cold.

-Ah, it's alright...- he said, hugging her tightly, as she kept leaning on him. -Slow morning today, eh...

She had been there and stuck around whenever the PTSD started acting up. She was the one that loved him when he started going fucking mental; and stuck around when she found her burning up SAS gear, a lost look in his eyes as he did so. He would throw in a Ghost mask and watch it burn for a moment, before murmuring a shocked sob and reaching out into the flames to retrieve it. She stuck around while he drank too much bourbon sitting on the porch, skull mask on, his dogs' tags held so tightly his knuckles will go white with force. Y/N even stuck around when the nightmares came, and she would wake up to Ghost whimpering on his side of the bed, breaking a cold sweat, his jaw tight and her brows furrowed, screaming out "Johnny! Johnny!" before waking up in tears, in raged hot tears down his cheeks, short of breath, his head a full of bullet noises and sirens wailings, pictures of his team and the blood and the grease paint. A mess. A shaking shadow.

Every October 11, she will make sure to hold him a little tighter, kiss him a little softer, love him, if it was possible, a little louder.

And she was here now, cooking breakfast, no peas for him; now he was living a soft life, with tea every morning, and a dog named Riley, with soft hands that wondered around his chest whenever he thought about Soap too much, about Gaz and that helo. But she was here now, and she had no sausages today, as they sat down on their small chair in their small kitchen in their small farm. He was living a soft life, and he didn't think of himself as worthy of it, but he must have been done something good to have her cooking breakfast and sleeping in their bed and caressing their dog under the table.

Tomorrow, Ghost would ask her to come out to the porch to find her reading swing fixed and a wedding ring.

She's going to say yes.

He didn't heard the bullets anymore.

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Hello! Venom here.

Thank you so much to anyone that's been liking my story.

Happy 2024!

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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⋆｡°✩ csm hcs - little things about dating them

characters: aki hayakawa, denji, yoshida hirofumi

includes: devil hunter reader, lots of fluff, forgive me if denji and yoshida are a little ooc, written with male reader in mind

a/n: i think i'm gonna officially start writing for csm :)) i'm open to taking some csm reqs but they might take me a little while to finish so pls be patient with me !!

warnings: mentions of blood/injuries, mention of smoking

gn reader (they/them pronouns)

⋆｡°✩ aki hayakawa

— i see aki as pretty inexperienced

— he’s had crushes before but finding the gun devil and working in public safety makes it pretty hard to go out on dates

— you met when makima assigned you to be his new partner (to help him wrangle power and denji)

— aki’s very slow to trust, and even slower to have feelings for someone

— he’s overly professional when you first meet

— doesn’t talk much unless it’s necessary

— it takes a lot of effort to get to know him beyond his somewhat cold persona

— after enough time (and probably saving his life once or twice) he’ll relent and start to open up to you

— either you have to confess or you just silently start going out together and being more affectionate

— denji is nosy probably sparks the realization for aki

— “what’s going on with you and y/n anyway?”

— “what do you mean?”

— “you’re all soft around them. it’s gross”

— a few days of very deep introspection from aki later and he’ll randomly bring it up

— during one of your balcony talks aki will take a drag from his cigarette and then look over and go

— “are we dating?”

— you shrug

— “i’d like to be”

— and congrats you are officially aki hayakawa’s lover

— aki isn’t super affectionate but he’ll make an effort if you are

— he’s gonna be super awkward about it tho lmao

— incredibly stiff the first few times you cuddle or hug but he’ll warm up to it

— he’s never really done this before give him a break

— he’s very protective but in a more subtle way

— puts his body in front of yours, keeps you away from danger, lets denji and power take care of devils to tend to you

— ^they 1000% tease him about being whipped

— aki is very cautious about letting you take devil contracts

— he doesn’t want you to get hurt

— his love language is acts of service

— make him dinner before he gets home or wake him up with a freshly made cup of coffee and heart will go boom boom boom boom

— probably gets all flustered and then gets embarrassed about being flustered

— (if you smoke) he shares his cigarettes with you

— you take turns passing a cigarette back and forth

— late night talks together on your balcony are some of his favourite moments with you

⋆｡°✩ denji

— denji is INCREDIBLY inexperienced

— he spent most of his childhood alone with pochita, slaying devils for money whenever he could, and generally avoiding danger

— he’s seen attractive people before and probably had superficial crushes but he had never seriously considered dating someone

— until he met you

— you met when you were assigned to work with aki as a new recruit into public safety

— your relationship is pretty lighthearted and playful at first

— denji is very dense

— doesn’t really recognize his feelings as romantic until you ask him out

— you have to outright tell him “i want to date you”

— he’s like “oh cool me too”

— congratulations !! you are now officially together

— denji’s affection is probably a little awkward at first

— he likes cuddling and being affectionate but he’s a little clumsy at how he goes about it

— his only frame of how relationships work is from manga and anime so expect him to try and replicate the tropes he likes with you

— it gets better with time though don't worry

— just don't tease him too much he's genuinely trying his best

— kiss him first and he’ll lose his mind

— his eyes get huge for a second before he smiles and kisses you this time

— during missions denji isn’t overly focused on safety

— yours or his

— i mean he literally turns into a human chainsaw

— he won’t let you be seriously injured though

— afterwards he scolds you for being clumsy as he poorly tends to your injuries

— he doesn’t know how to do stitches and his way of helping is to press a bandage over everything and playfully kiss the wound afterwards but it’s the thought that counts

— denji isn’t used to being vulnerable

— he’s incredibly nonchalant when he talks about his childhood but he’s still human

— sometimes the weight of being a devil hunter really gets to him

— give him some space and let him come to you naturally

— he probably won’t talk about his feelings in detail

— let him lay on your chest and play with his hair until he falls asleep

— he’ll feel better when he wakes up

— emotional intelligence is not denji’s strong suit

— you have to bluntly tell him when he’s doing something wrong

— he’s quick to change though

— he's a little emotionally constipated and he can be a little clumsy with his words and affection but he does really love you

— he just wants the best for you

⋆｡°✩ yoshida hirofumi

— i think yoshida has some experience with dating, but nothing overly serious

— you met in class

— ^either through denji or just because yoshida happened to notice you

— he’s incredibly charming

— puts all of his effort into cracking dumb jokes so you’ll smile when you first meet

— the type to lean in super close so he can “hear you better” and let friendly touches linger just a little too long

— i honestly think he could go either way with confessing

— he wants to date you but he also relishes in seeing you so flustered around him

— if yoshida confesses, it’s pretty nonchalant

— might be romantic and give you a flower or something

— if you confess, yoshida will smirk the whole time

— probably leans back against a wall or something and just watches as you stumble your way through an explanation of how you have feelings for him

— when you finish, he tilts your chin up so you’re looking into his eyes

— does that thing again where he leans in super close just to embarrass you

— “i like you too”

— boyfriend acquired

— congrats :D

— yoshida is definitely a hand holder

— he’s always touching you in some way

— his hand on your thigh underneath your desks, your fingers intertwined when you walk through the hallways, his arm wrapped around your waist as he walks you home

— he refuses to work on missions without you

— he says it’s to “make sure you don’t do anything stupid” but you both know it’s because he worries about you

— also the type to scold you while tending to any of your injuries

— yoshida is affectionate, but only on his terms

— he likes to be the one to initiate physical contact

— in public, he loves bragging about your relationship

— pulls you closer if he catches someone staring at you, introduces you as his lover, follows you around and refuses to leave your side

— he’s a tease

— he cups your face with his hand, slowly leans in, waits for you to start getting annoyed, and then pulls you into a kiss

— always smiles against your lips

— he can’t help it, you just make him so happy

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jellybeans2099 · 1 year

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Cam Person Drabble

Paring: Miguel O'Hara x Spiderperson!Reader

Part 2 Here

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, obsessive behaviors, masturbation, breeding kink, size difference (if you squint), s-x work is real work

Word Count: 0.5k

A/N: I used they/them pronouns for the reader so insert whichever ones you use. No real descriptions of what the reader has going on to keep this neutral. This idea has been swimming in my head for DAYS and I need to just get it out. Let me know if you want a longer version of this! (also loosely based on @oharahive's Frustration series, I just love the idea of frustrated Miguel and oblivious reader so I took my own spin on it)

He wondered how pathetic he looked staring at his computer screen with such an intensity. The object of all his late night longing was right in front of him and yet he knew they were so much farther away than he could ever get to them. How silly was it to get attached to the person behind the screen. And yet here he is every single stream, cock in hand. It started out as an accident. An honest to god accident. He didn't want to know what you did in your spare time and how you supported yourself when you weren't at HQ but he saw your username handle while doing a routine check in on new recruits. You only met him once and had never even made a point to see him again. Only exchanging a hello out of curtesy or a brief recap after a mission. You didn't go out your way to see him, just another person here in the spider society. He shouldn't have looked it up and found you streaming in your down time. The moment he laid eyes on your half dressed form, moaning and pleading with someone in stream controlling your toy he was transfixed. He found himself dick in hand pumping hard and fast in tempo with you. He was absolutly obsessed. He felt a desire bubble up he had never felt before. How much he would give to see his cum leaking out your pretty little hole, moaning his name as he fucks it all back into you. Watching himself go deep inside you, into places no toy could ever reach. By the time he came to he had a large load of cum covering his t-shirt and sweats dripping on the floor underneath his desk.

Now here he was almost 6 months later and he couldn't stop himself. Every night you were streaming there he was in front of his desk waiting for you to go live. He paced himself now, not cumming until you finished the stream as a reward for being so patient. Sometimes a stream was quick, just 20 minutes before you were abruptly interrupted by "nosy neighbors" which was always something going down at HQ that needed your urgent attention. Those days are particularly hard to pull himself back together to face you as your assigned a mission for a new anomaly. Some days he made sure that HQ had a backup for you just incase you wanted to be live a little longer. Those streams sometimes went on for up to 3 hours and he savored them to the last second. At HQ he could hardly face you without getting an immediate hard on, often meeting you only when his back was turned, You hardly seemed to mind, you kept your distance as much as you could. He once overheard a conversation you had with Peter B. saying you found him intimidating and that you were keeping your distance. Oh how little you know about the beast you've awakened in him.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #atsv miguel #miguel x you #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o'hara x spiderperson!reader #spider man 2099 #spiderman 2099 spiderverse #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel o'hara drabble

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back-in-a-bit · 10 months

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correct me if i'm wrong, but nowhere in fullmetal alchemist does it state that mustang is ed's commanding officer. sure, he recruited ed, but in chapter 4, after ed saves the train with general halcrow onboard, we see this:

(sorry for weird formatting or quality, i'm on mobile)

so this implies that ed usually moves about outside mustang's district. another translation translates this phrase as mustang's jurisdiction. and then again, immediately after:

which implies that ed doesn't report to mustang. mustang just keeps an ear out for whatever crazy new stunt ed pulls off. ed actually calls him nosy for knowing that much. also, we never see mustang give ed any orders or missions throughout the series. he even only introduces ed to shou tucker in exchange for ed taking care of the train rebels. and in chapter 8, when ed and al are about to return to resembool for repairs after the fight with scar, we even get this:

i'm fairly certain this is mustang's convoluted way of telling ed to take care (after all, scar is still on the loose), but the implication that ed isn't actually under mustang's jurisdiction is pretty clear.

#fma #fullmetal alchemist #fmab #edward elric #roy mustang #the stuff of a thousand fanfics...it's all fanon

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captain-mj · 10 months

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Domestic short hair cat shifter Ghost who people look down on when they find out, but it’s actually really useful for stealth missions and as a fellow cat owner pissed off cats of any size are a massive problem.

Roach and Soap take him seriously from the get go also being small critters that are actually terrifying (look up weasels they’re vicious blighters)

Have a great day

This ran away from me

Shifters, on paper, were banned from the military. In practice, a lot of military men were shifters. While Price would never give away if he himself was a shifter or not, the threat of being stripped of the title of Captain a bit too real for him to admit it, he spoke rather vocally against the rules.

And the 141 was an open secret taskforce. No one on it was just human.

Soap was a badger personally He wasn’t the biggest of creatures, but he could hold his own. Roach was a weasel, a particularly vicious one at that.

Ghost was a cat. At first glance, a kitten. There was a theory he was a black footed cat but he looked rather… normal? He looked like a simple Tawny cat.

Soup had scooped him up and pet him the first time he saw him. So few Shifters were Domestic cats, it didn't cross his mind that it was maybe a soldier. The worst part was Ghost letting Soap snuggle him for a Few minutes, letting Soap set him down and letting him kiss his forehead before shifting back and walk away.

Soap had been mortified and Roach had laughed at him.

His shaking shoulders made him feel better. A little at least.

When Ghost had simply told some nosy recruits that he was a feeling, everyone assumed a big car. Tiger, Lion or Cougar.

Not… a house cat.

Soap was unsure who told their current base the truth. But it got under Ghost’s skin in a way nothing else did.

Roach, always the jealous one, did not take kindly to people acting like they now had some familiarity with Ghost. They'd joke around and ask him questions and just in general be... off. Sometimes they'd do things for him like open doors or offer to take hard missions for him. It was alarming, but most were smart enough to disguise it as other things.

Soap didn't understand the frustration until someone had the gall, the audacity, the fucking nerve, to call Ghost "kitty."

"Kitty, we know kittens are not that great at fighting. It's okay. Why not leave that to the actual predators, yeah?"

Soap had almost thrown himself over the table in a blind rage. He had been foaming at the mouth pissed and Ghost had to pick him up and drag him away. The glare he sent to the other person was enough for them to realize that Ghost wanted to let Soap go. Let him be the menace he wanted to be.

Roach stood nearby, glaring into them. He snarled and snapped at them until Ghost made it clear he wanted him to follow. The three made it to Ghost's room with minimal damage to anything other than Soap's reputation. Watching him get manhandled was not something most people expected.

Ghost shook his head. "Now boys."

Soap interrupted him. "No! They're being disrespectful just because you're a cat shifter."

"Uh huh."

"And they're trying to get your attention and just in general being horrible. He called you kitty. He tried to sideline you."

"And I can handle it."

Roach hit Ghost's shoulder and looked displeased. He almost immediately rubbed against him as an apology. "They need to learn respect."

"Guys, I can handle it. I promise."

Soap shook his head. "You shouldn't have to. That's the whole point. You're perfect for stealth missions. Perfect for getting into places and you've even been picked by high profile targets. It's really helpful."

Ghost shook his head at them and butted heads with Soap. At first, he thought it was aggressive before realizing Ghost was being affectionate. "You two are such losers."

Roach huffed and quickly wiggled himself into Ghost's arms. He wrapped his arms around the both of them.

Ghost allowed himself, making little noises of displeasure, to be shoved back. They hung all over him. "C'mon. guys."

Soap huffed. "Just want to help you out."

"Don't need it."

"You deserve it."

Roach pulled Ghost down and kissed him sweetly. Ghost muttered under his breath but he relaxed. "Still. You're sergeants."

"You're still our boyfriend." Roach reminded him.

#Johnny “Soap” Mactavish #Simon “Ghost” Riley #Gary Roach Sanderson #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #ghost x roach #roach x ghost #roach x soap #soap x roach #ghost x soap x roach

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cursedkeyboard · 9 months

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Babies shouldn't grow up ☆ Jason Todd & GN!Reader (PT.4)

What does Jason do as he raises his kid lovingly like he wished he'd been raised? Try his best and fail spectacularly to keep his nosy family away, of course. [PART ONE ♤ PART TWO ♤ PART THREE ♤ PART FOUR ♤ PART FIVE ♤ PART SIX]

Pairings: Platonic Jason Todd & Child GN!Reader / Batfamily & Jason Todd

After about a year and quite a few months, maybe around the second christmas Jason spent with you, Jason became antsy

The problem wasn't with you two, no

You were his angel and almost never caused him any trouble, even if he'd always call you brat and squirt

The problem was Bruce and Dick and his entire nosy ass family trying to find out why hadn't he come home for christmas a second year in a row

Not only that, he also had cut back on many other activities he'd usually do with friends or his family

Like taking over patrol shifts for others, hanging out with Roy, visiting the manor to see Ace and Alfred, and gossiping with Babs

C'mon, you know he's totally the type to think his kid is so much better than everyone

You're his damn best friend, his confidant, the person he trusts most in the world and would die for in a blink

So Jason wouldn't even notice he was neglecting every other person in his life until they started blowing up his phone and trying to break into his apartment

Like the fucking demon brat did

Damian tried, at three in the morning, with his katana and everything

His excuse? He was tired of everyone talking about why Jason was growing distant and decided to solve the mystery by infringing his privacy

Jason's excuse to grabbing him by the collar and throwing him out of he window before he could take another step inside? You had classes that day

And children are supposed to sleep a lot to grow

He thought that'd be the end of it, after properly threatening every single one of them into staying the fuck away from his home

but then again, Jason should've never put faith in people who are nosy for a living

So he started having to hide you during the day when the two of you hung out

Jason took you to Bat Burger after a rough day at school? Dick conventionally shows up minutes later! And you hide under the table

Jason and you were taking a morning walk to start the day? Surprise! Cass is suddenly coming your way. And you're jumping into a bush (he helped you take the twigs out of your hair later but laughed the entire time)

You finally convinced Jason to watch the latest superhero movie that just came out? Ho, boy! Look, Duke just so happened to also have been wanting to see it! Aaand you have to pee real bad

For you it's like a game, never let the Waynes catch you

The rewards are many; head pats, Jason's laughter, a hardcover book that you had been eyeing

The consequences of failing...?

That was the scary part for Jason

He'd spend nights thinking about it after tucking you in bed

Would they take you away? Would they think he's abusing you? Would they be disappointed in him for thinking he could be anything else but a disappointment?

Irrational and emotional, those thoughts were, but you were the life of Jason's life

Fuck, you're the one person he hadn't let down yet

The one person he didn't disappoint or hurt

You thrived every day, growing up and putting on weight, learning more every moment because you had a thirst for knowledge just like him

God, every time you looked at him like he was your whole world

Like he was your damn hero

It gave his life a little more meaning

He wanted to keep you safe, watch you grow into a beautiful person, better than he could ever hope to be

But he also wanted you to stay being his

His kid

Not taken away by protective services or recruited into Bruce's little army of children

So imagine how his stomach dropped when during one fateful night, as he helped you with your haircare routine

–Jason sitting on the couch and you between his legs on the floor, your back to him–

his door opened up, was picked open, and a good portion of his family (Dick, Damian, Stepth, and Bruce) waltzed in like they fucking owned the place

There was no way to hide, both of you caught off guard

"Jason! Games' over, buddy, we're here now–"

"Is– Is that a child?"

"What the fuck."

Jason was torn between taking them on on a 4v1 or pulling you in his arms and jumping out of the window

You chose for him, quickly climbing on the couch and hiding away under his arm, almost completely covered by his bulky form

You're not a coward but you're also not good with people like you are with Jason

You also don't exactly like the big bat after everything he did to your da–

To Jason

"Tell me you didn't kidnap a child, Jay."

"No, Steph, I didn't fucking kidnap anyone–"

"Is this why you didn't let me in? I expected better from you, Todd."

"You fucking brat– Can you just leave–"

"No, no, hang on, am I an uncle? Oh, my god, am I? Holy shit, I am!"

"You're not a fucking uncl–"

"Jason, explain."

And oh, how that terrified Jason

He hated the way Bruce was staring at you, like you were a puzzle, something he needed to figure out before he could ultimately collect

It almost made Jason snarl like a wounded dog

You were his kid, god damn it, and Jason would be damned if he let Bruce take you

So he swallowed his fear and clenched his trembling hands and made everyone sit down before he explained

He asked you if you wanted to go to your room, just in case you didn't feel comfortable around them, but you shook your head

"I don't wanna leave you alone."

"...Okay, okay, squirt, what you say goes."

None of them missed the way Jason easily wrapped his arm around you, tucking you close, and how you hid you face partially in his shoulder, glancing at them with one eye

And so, he began telling his tale

Interrupted only a few times because Dick couldn't shut the fuck up to save his life and Damian thinks being insufferable is a good personality trait, Jason finally let the cat out of the bag after about two years of keeping it hidden

"Why didn't you come to us? We could've helped."

"Helped? Bruce, look at the demon spawn, he sleeps with a knife under his pillow and he's, what? Thirteen? This kid here sleeps with a Garfield plushy, like children should."

At that, you slapped his shoulder (it still didn't hurt) and all Jason did was chuckle and kiss your forehead

It was jarring for all of them to see such a soft version of their most volatile family member

In fact, they could now see how the entire apartment had changed

No longer was it a... mojo dojo casa house of sorts, but a cozy and welcoming environment

Shit, the fridge even had cute magnets on it to hold all of your drawings

Frames with pictures of you two were placed everywhere, along with your awards from school and his own additions like a couple of plants and vinyls on the walls

It stung a little to know he'd kept a whole child away from them for so long, to know he didn't trust them enough

It especially hurt Bruce, since technically this was his first grandchild

All in all, everyone eventually fell silent, one fuming, some curious, and others brooding

Until you broke it by finally speaking, tilting your head until you were looking directly into Batman's glowing eyes

"I don't care if you're Batman or Bruce Wayne, if you hurt Jason again, I'll kill you myself."

To say Jason was proud was putting it mildly

He was so ecstatic he could make that day a national holiday

Jason ignored the rest of his family freaking out about how you knew Batman's identity and hugged you close, squeezing you gently

"Fucking love you, kiddo."

To be continued...

#jason todd #red hood #red hood x you #platonic jason todd x reader #jason todd x gender neutral reader #jason todd x y/n #red hood x gender neutral reader #red hood x reader #red hood x gn!reader #jason todd x gn!reader #platonic red hood x reader #platonic #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #damian wayne #batfamily x reader #platonic batfamily x reader

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