#the moment I walk in he starts yelling at me about a price HE SET

[bundlebrent]

One of these days my boss is going to push me too far and I’m just gunna fucking walk out

[cntloup]

Fem!Reader

Simon saves you from some creeps

Price's version

Simon would not hesitate to beat them up right on the spot.

Usually he would shield your eyes and take you away from the scene of violence if you ever come to face one.

But the moment he sets eyes on some creep getting too close and making you uncomfortable, he sees red.

He drags him away from you and throws him on the ground, then crouches down and starts beating the shit out of him.

You sob and wail, begging him to stop, but not for the sake of the fucking loser who made the mistake of touching Simon Riley's princess, to hell with him.

But for Simon's sake. Even though you know deep down this is nothing to him. He's done far worse than this.

But you still wouldn't want him to go into all that trouble or hurt himself for you.

Amidst the sound of throwing punches mixed with your yells, when the bloody prick is nearly unconscious, Simon finally comes to his senses by the sound of your voice.

He gets up and grabs the car keys from his pocket, then hands them to you and tells you to go sit in the car and wait for him to take care of the mess.

And you take them with shaky hands, looking at him through glossy and dazed eyes, 'ok' you breathe out and turn to leave, feeling dizzy and light-headed from all that happened before your eyes.

Simon walks back and grabs the creep's bloody jaw and makes him beg for mercy, shouting and spitting in his face.

And of course the fucking creep starts begging right after his whole life flashes before his eyes.

But there is no mercy from Simon's wrath, his bloodshot eyes throwing flaming daggers at the poor bastard as he knocks him the fuck off with one final brutal punch to the face.

And he comes back to you after he thoroughly cleans up his hands, not wanting to touch you with the dirty blood still lingering on his skin.

'You ok, dove?' he asks, sitting on the driver's seat and taking your hand in his.

'I-I'm fine. Are you... ok?' you ask, always holding a deep concern for his well-being as he does for yours.

'Yeah' he responds with a light chuckle, 'I'm alright, love. No need to worry about me.'

And he holds your hand all throughout the drive back home while reassuring you and promising that he will always protect his girl.

[ghouljams]

Hockey au my light my love. The most chaotic boys. The Goon squad. The bane of coach Price's existence.

"Just talk to 'er mate," Soap nudges Ghost's shoulder. Poor guy has been staring you down all night, glaring like you walked in with his brother.

"What am I s'pposed ta say," Ghost grumbles over the lip of his beer. His eyes hardly budge from staring, watching you like a hawk as you laugh with your friends.

"Oh use a pickup line," Gaz chimes in, leaning around Soap at the bar.

"Good on ya Gaz," Soap pats the man on his shoulder in agreement before turning back to Ghost, "pickup line breaks the ice, get 'er to laugh and youre in."

"You're not suppose to break the ice," Ghost turns to look at his teammates. Soap groans, Gaz snorts, taking a sip of his drink.

"Go up to her and say something hockey like," Gaz chews his lip, thinking, "you should get two minutes for tripping, because I just fell for you."

"That's a good one," Soap says, almost surprised, smacking his hand against Gaz's chest.

"I know," Gaz boasts, sipping his beer.

"Got a better one though," Soap grins.

"Let's hear it," Gaz tips his head, yielding the proverbial floor.

"You want my sweater? 'Cause I think you need my name and number."

"Pretty good," Gaz nods, "how about this one-"

Ghost stands from his seat as Soap and Gaz go back and forth. Pickup line, he can do that, that's easy. He's good looking, he can talk to pretty people in bars. He stops next to your table and watches you turn to look up at him, your smile good natured and your brow raised in question. He stares at you a moment longer, God you're pretty. Prettier up close, he can't take his eyes off the sparkle in your eyes or the crooked tilt of your lips. You're waiting on him to say something, you deserve something good for putting up with his staring.

"Hi," he starts and your smile grows a little wider and everything flies out of his head, "I'm Simon, I'm a goalie."

"You play for the 141 right?" You ask, grabbing your drink to take a sip. It's something dark on ice, it tips in the glass like bourbon. Ghost nods. "You've got a .9 save percentage."

".921," Ghost corrects, "and six shut outs."

You set your drink back on the table and grab your jacket, Ghost doesn't move when you stand, even if it means you nearly bump into him. He wouldn't be mad if you did. He's hoping for it actually.

"You should take me home," you tell him, and Ghost wastes no time settling a big hand on the small of your back to lead you out into the cool night air.

He only realizes the mistake he made in the morning when you shake him awake the next morning and tell him, "We have practice at six, get your ass up."

Ghost groans and cracks his eyes open to stare at you, half asleep. "We?" He asks, not sure what you have to do with him or his practice schedule.

"New team manager nice to meet you," you pat his cheek and roll out of bed, "get your ass up Riley, we got a long day ahead of us."

Ghost sits up, watches you fish around on the floor for your underwear and tries to make the cogs in his head turn the right way. He's gotta stop getting into fights, he thought you said team manager. That- he'd know if you were his manager. He knows the team manager.

You toss a tee at him with a 'what are you doing?' look, "hell are you sitting around for ya fuckin' muppet? You got practice."

Ghost grabs the tee and tugs it over his head with a grumbled swear. You better stop yelling at him or he's gonna fall in love with you.

[princessbrunette]

ok on the mandalorian topic..

feeling rich boy bounty hunter rafe with the mask and people don’t know who he is!!! (to protect identity ofc)

if reader got kidnapped she’d not even know it’s rafe!! his voice isn’t familiar (esp muffled by the helmet) so she thinks he’s a rando!!!!!

♛ ⋆˙₊˚⊹ 🦢

i love the idea that you’ve socialised with rafe before, thinking he’s the perfect charming gentleman at all the galas or political events you were forced to attend — only to eventually be thrown over a shoulder and taken back to a holding cell in a ship, something familiar that you can’t put your finger on about the drawl of the masked bounty hunter who took you.

“i can pay you, whoever instructed you to take me i can buy them out. name a price, please! just let me go. i don’t want any trouble!” you shudder, eyes watering as you huddle in your constraints, staring up at the masked hunter.

“yeah, i know you don’t want trouble alright? neither do i…” the hunter shakes his head tiredly setting down all his weapons and equipment that he’d used to kidnap you as the ship hums on autopilot, filling the silence between the two of you. “look i swear i don’t… want trouble either. m’not going to hurt you. understand?”

you furrow your eyebrows, not sure how trusting you should be of the man who threw you over his shoulder and took you away from your home planet. he goes to remove his mask, clicking the side and letting it hiss before placing his hands to lift it and you gasp from habit, hands flying over your eyes. it was forbidden to see a mandalorian without his mask so you thought.

“i’m not a mandalorian kid, open your eyes.” he sounds exasperated and you frown, eyes flickering open to follow the familiar tone. rafe cameron stands before you.

“rafe?” you breathe and he licks his lips, eyes resisting a roll at the fear in your tone as he walks to set his mask down.

“yes— okay, i know. didn’t wanna have to do this shit either trust me but i needed you to hear me out.” he walks over before squatting down infront of you, slowing his movements and lifting his hands to show he comes in peace when you flinch. “we… we can mutually benefit eachother here. just… hear me out.” he gazes at you intensely, wide eyes flickering between your own.

“what is it you want?” you whisper, stiff as a board.

“uh… your hand. in marriage.” he nods, itching his temple. you say nothing, eyes only widening.

“are you joking?”

“yeah okay i get it, big bad rafe cameron, right? you’d never wanna marry me, whatever — look, your planet is about to get fuckin’ invaded. i got people on the inside of this war tellin’ me there are ships armed to the god damn teeth on the way to naboo right now wanting to blow that shit up, so right now i’m your only friend alright. my dad… he— he can get you out of this. but you need me. alright?”

you stare in shock, sick to your stomach as you thought of anyone on your planet getting injured in the name of war — something you didn’t truly support in the first place. you wasn’t sure just how far you’d go to save your people. your eyes well up, and after a moment you speak.

“and what exactly do you get from this, rafe?”

he shrugs, mouth turned downwards as he pushes himself to his feet again to pace and put some distance between you. “the trust of the public. people— people love you, right? you’re the peoples princess, y-you can’t do wrong in their eyes. i’m on thin ice with the council. my image is uh… kind of relying on this. you’re gonna save me.”

you want to yell at him, you want to refuse. but as you tug weakly on the metal cuff keeping you by a chain to the wall, you start to accept that you might not have much choice here.

♛ ⋆˙₊˚⊹ 🦢

[galedekarios]

gale, waterdeep & coinage

just musings on gale's means as well as waterdeep lore bc i love waterdeep:

Gale: Believe it or not, but I witnessed a similar standoff back at the Yawning Portal. Of course, an establishment like that invites all sorts of outlandish entertainments. Player: What's the Yawning Portal Gale: An inn in Waterdeep. Never a dull moment there. Adventurers come from all over Faerûn to try their luck down the well: Leads into the Undermountain, you see - full of death, danger, and vast amounts of treasure. Hard to resist. Player: What was the standoff about? Gale: Oh, a drow, a dragonborn, and a cleric of Cyric walk into a bar. Your standard fare. Maybe someone was cheating at cards, maybe it was some weird lovers' quarrel. In any case, out came the crossbow, and a hush fell over the entire room.devnote Player: What happened next? Gale: I stood up and yelled: 'Shadowdark ale for everyone!' The crowd cheered, the tension drained into five dozen tankards, and soon all was well again. Gale: In a place like the Yawning Portal, the most powerful magic is calling for a round of drinks. Gale: Mind you, all I did was call for ale, but you went and stood in front of that crossbow. I'd drink to that.

i will definitely take a look at the yawning portal itself at a later date (as well as other points of interest within the city) bc it's very interesting as a focal point in waterdhavian history and society.

while we can only speculate about what gale's background in terms of means, wealth and standing looked like since things like tutors and even maids were not uncommon in waterdhavian society, it is interesting to note that he - whatever his personal means at the time this event took place - felt the need to defuse the brewing fight with 'five dozen tankards'.

we do actually know how much one such tankard costs at the yawning portal:

[source]

17cp x 60 = 1020cp

this was interesting to me in terms of this meant in actual terms of coinage and wealth and money spent.

here's an overview of waterdeep's various coins:

source: volo's waterdeep enchiridion

gale spent over a 1000 nibs/copper pieces that evening (or more than one sun/platinum coin) to de-escalate a potentially lethal fight.

to put that into perspective, i'm adding this reference of prices here:

source: volo's waterdeep enchiridion

gale also attended blackstaff academy, with elminster as his mentor. the academy had costs attached with it:

Acceptance to the Academy was predicated on either demonstrating extraordinary magical aptitude (those who could not cast arcane spells were very rarely admitted) or having a particularly compelling personal history. Joining the Academy was free, however monthly dues were required to continue attendance. These fees started at 10 gp per month and increased as a student gained seniority and required more advanced tutelage. In addition, it was a requirement that any new spell that was discovered or researched by an apprentice had to be added to Blackstaff Tower's library. [source]

ten gold pieces per month as fees, although with gale being elminster's mentee, he may have chosen to assist gale and morena partially or fully with any costs that blackstaff academy may have charged.

it does sound, however his childhood may have looked like with a presumably absent father and a mother with her hands full with a young genius, able to conjure rabbits as a babe, summoning a tressym, a magma mephit who set a room on fire, as well as casting a level 3 spell (fireball) at age 8 or younger, that gale at least during the height of his career as a wizard, lived comfortably.

ending this with more food for thought and a banter between gale and karlach:

Gale: They say wealth offers a form of magic. Alas, it's one I've rarely dabbled in. Karlach: Nor I. Never had more than a few coppers in the city, and any soul coins in Avernus went straight to Zariel. Gale: Make no mistake. Souls are sold for coins up here as well. All too cheaply, in most cases.

[ragingbookdragon]

All Work And No Play Makes Dull Boys

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Word Count: 1.1K Warnings: Suggestive Themes

Author's Note: Guess who's back with an actual fic? Fantastic render by @ave661 Go check her out! Enjoy! -Thorne

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If there’s one thing Simon “Ghost” Riley knows about Spades, it’s that she, in all her infinite glory, never spares any expense when it comes to how she looks, and what her gear is. And the same has begun to occur for the 141 as well. It started small, bits and pieces rearranged, a few new knives and sidearms to try out, then it went to bigger things, new rifles and shotguns, and then it hit the gear. At random moments, Spades had pulled each man of the 141 into her room and stripped them down to their tighty-whities before she measured each inch of them—Soap and Gaz had gone willingly, it took Price a few days to convince, and Ghost? Ghost didn’t step foot in her room or anywhere near her when he learned what she was doing—no need though, she already had what she needed from him.

***

It’s a late evening in October when she comes to his door. She doesn’t bother knocking, never does, and unlocks it with a key she had made (he has no idea when and how she did it), stepping into his room. He looks up from the mission brief he’s been reading while laying on his bed, an unimpressed, almost annoyed look in his eyes as he glares at her.

“Don’t look so happy to see me, Simon,” she says with a sickly-sweet tone. “Someone might accuse you of actually liking me.”

“Out.” Is all he says.

She tuts and beckons him with a finger. “Come.”

They stare at each other for a solid minute before he exhales through his nose, annoyed and exasperated, and rolls off the bed; he stretches and rolls his shoulders before following her down the hall into her room.

“I’m not getting measured,” he says as he closes the door behind them.

“As if I don’t already have your measurements, Simon Riley,” she retorts and now he’s a bit unnerved because he’s never given her time to measure him, so how did she already have them? She doesn’t answer his silent question, merely walks to her room divider, and rolls out a fancy looking set of black gear. “I give to you, ‘The Gilded Reaper.’” She announces with a note of pride in her tone and a helluva lot of it in her expression.

He takes one look at it. “I am not wearing that.”

“YOU HAVEN’T EVEN TRIED IT ON!” Spades yells and thrusts her hand to it. “I spent a lot of time and money on this, and you are going to try it on for me whether you like it or not.”

“Am I?” he dares and it’s obvious he’s going to go for the door as she points at him.

“If you make me chase you down and drag you back here, I’m going to make you regret it entirely, do you understand me, Simon Riley?”

He’s almost tempted to do it just to see her follow suit with her threat; he glares her down before he lets out a long breath. “Fine.”

Spades smiles and chirps, “Thank you.” Simon dips behind the divider, tugging the mannequin with him and she rolls her eyes. “It’s as if you think I haven’t seen anything you have before.”

“It’s called ‘common decency,’” he retorts. “Maybe you should look it up.” She throws one of her shoes over the divider at the tuft of blond hair she can see. “That hurt.”

“I meant it. Now hurry up, I want to see it.”

It’s another few moments before he steps outside the divider, and she stares wide-eyed as he does.

“Well?” he asks, and he really means, “This is so fucking stupid.”

Spades takes her time walking in circles around him, pulling at belts, at the straps, checking if everything is fitting well enough before she stops in front of him, staring up into his golden mask.

“I like it,” she notes, and her voice lowers an octave, a tell-tale sign that she’s being honest; she only ever does it with him. “I think it’s you.”

“It’s ostentatious,” he deadpans.

“Careful, that’s a big word for a caveman’s brain.”

He rolls his eyes, not taking the bait of the insult. “I can’t wear this out on missions. It’s practically a neon sign that says, ‘Hey, shoot me!’”

Spades reaches up and strokes the gold mask. “Who said it was missions?”

Simon freezes up, body still as he gazes at her, and Spades looks awfully innocent as she dips her fingers below his golden mask, feeling his masked face beneath. It’s not often that Spades can render Simon completely silent, the two practically have a raging desire to be each other’s constant pissing match that there’s always something to say, and yet, he’s still quiet as she pulls her hands away and twirls around him to his back. Her hands slide up his sides beneath the cape, feeling firm muscle beneath.

“I made this just for us, Simon,” she coos, hands slipping down to his belt where she tugs it. “I was thinking we could take a trip to the mountains where I have that cabin and we could…play.”

“You mean hunt each other,” he breathes, and it’s low and heavy, she knows exactly what he really wants to say.

“All work and no play makes such dull boys,” Spades muses. “We’ve spent so much time working, Simon, we’re awfully dull, don’t you think?”

He lets out a low noise from his throat, a warning that should send bells off in her head, but all it does is urge her on, a grin worming its way onto her lips.

“Please, Simon,” she begs and lifts a leg on the outside of his hip, her thigh just beside his hand. “It would be so much fun.”

His head tips to the side, hand grasping her knee in an iron-clad grip and he spins them; Spades is back up against the wall in a flash and she gives him a flash of white teeth in a smile as he takes her jaw in a firm hand, tilting it up to get a good look at her. “We haven’t played hunt in a while. What makes you think you’ll win this time?” he challenges.

It’s true, Simon often wins their games of hunt, but it’s only because Spades gets tired of waiting and lets herself be hunted down. “Call it a feeling,” she replies, tugging at his center belt. “Should I give you the coordinates for our game, Ghost?”

He leans forward, close enough that she can feel the warmth radiating off of him and he remarks, “I’ll get ‘em on my own.”

As he pulls away, she watches as he turns and stalks for the door, only stopping when her voice reaches him in a provoking, “May the best hunter win.”

[cod-dump]

Your teen au has me in a chokehold so I thought I would add something to it

Gaz, Ghost, and Farah steal each other’s clothes all the time like one day Gaz could walk in wearing Ghosts favorite band tee or Farah wearing Gaz’s iconic hat or ghost stealing a pair of socks from Farah

They also do this with price and Nikolai

At some point everyone has worn price’s fishing hat (I think it might be more of a bucket hat) ghost has worn Nikolai’s combat boots (they’re the same shoe size) Farah wears price’s T shirts and Gaz like to do a combo and wear price’s pants and Nikolai’s shirts

Nikolai at first didn’t like his stuff being stolen until one day everyone was wearing something from Nikolai and he just chose defeat.

(P.s ghost has accidentally wore one of Alex’s shirts because he thought that’s it was Gaz’s and when Price questioned him about it he said the first thing that’s came to mind and it’s was that’s the shirt belonged to soap.)

-🫠

Thief (teen!Ghost au)

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Living in a house of three teenagers meant no one’s clothes were safe. They mostly stole from each other, sometimes out if spite, sometimes because they couldn’t find anything they wanted to wear. Or because they simply just want whatever it is that had caught their eye.

“SIMON THOSE ARE MY SOCKS!”

“YOU LEFT FUZZY SOCKS UNGUARDED AND YOU’RE SURPRISED I GRABBED THEM?”

Nikolai was used to the yelling over stolen clothes given the kids were starting to gravitate towards stealing John’s clothes… which meant his were next. He just knew one of them were going to grab something of his, he’s seen Simon eying his bomber jacket.

“Simon, no.”

He’s thankful for being practically immune to Simon’s tactical puppy eyes by this point, much to the kid’s annoyance. Unless he was genuinely upset, nothing he could do would get Nik to bow.

“Niiiiik, pleeaaasssseeeee— I wanna look good for Johnny on our date!”

Nik snorts, “You could be covered in horseshit and that boy would still look at you like you hung the stars.”

Simon tries to argue but Nik reached over and flicked his nose, the boy jerking away and shutting his mouth in response. The glare that followed made Nik remember who he was dealing with: Simon Price.

Simon said nothing more as he stalked away into the house, Nik certain he just invoked the boy’s wrath. He wasn’t scared but he was worried because Simon could get creative… and spiteful. So he was sure to tuck his jacket away in his SUV before settling down with John in bed that night to watch a movie. Nik was close to falling asleep, John was already tucked into his side, completely oblivious to the movie by this point but refusing to fall asleep.

If it had happened a moment later, he wouldn’t have caught it. It wasn’t a noticeable sound by any means, but Nik noticed. He knew what it was too— His car door being shut as quietly as possible. He felt his eye twitch, eyes looking over to where his keys rested on the dresser.

That brat broke into my car.

Nik, of course, was angry that someone broke into his SUV… but he was also a bit proud that Simon was the one to do it successfully without setting off the alarm.

Nik carefully slid out of bed, John grumbling at him leaving before he flopped over where Nik was laying and almost instantly fell asleep. Nik just snorts before he went to slid his boots on, quickly discovering that they were missing. He blinked before he realized where they were.

“Oh, so we raised a thief,” John made a curious grunt at that, a sign that he heard Nik say something, but the fact he just went back to sleep showed that he didn’t register any of Nik’s words.

He ended up grabbing some tennis shoes before leaving, determined to figure what Simon was up to. He had to grab one of John’s jackets considering he knows his bomber had been snatched. He went out to his SUV, glaring at the apparently undisturbed vehicle. Simon was nowhere in sight and Nik had no choice but to wait for him to come back… Well, he did have a choice but he didn’t feel like tracking down the kid.

So he returned to bed, deciding that he’ll have a chat with Simon in the morning.

Nik was the first up, heading straight to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. He noticed that his boots had been returned so Nik assumed his jacket had also been returned. A second time Simon had managed to get into Nik’s SUV without setting off the alarm. Where did he learn to do that? From his friends?

Nikolai was deep in thought, glaring at the brewing coffee pot as John walked into the kitchen with a yawn. He was greeted with a kiss to his shoulder before John went to grab mugs for the coffee.

“What did that brewer do to you?” John joked as he slid Nik’s favorite mug on the counter in front of him.

“Hm? Oh, nothing I’m just thinking.”

“Well, don’t think too hard or you’ll scare the thing into not wanting to work.”

“Eh, I’ll buy you a new one.”

“… On a second thought, break it. I need a new one, anyways… especially after the ramen incident with Simon.”

Nikolai snickers, hearing someone come down the stairs with a light yet heavy step. Farah, barely awake, walks into the kitchen a grunts a ‘morning’ before sitting down into a chair.

“Is the coffee ready?”

“Farah-“

“I’m an adult!”

Nikolai could hear the boys moving around upstairs, knowing that they probably won’t come down until they smell food. Nik hums before he pours himself a cup of coffee, blowing on it as he steps away from the coffee maker.

“I need to check my email.”

No one said anything as he left, heading upstairs to have a talk with Simon. He knocked on Kyle’s door as he passed, “Go help your dad with breakfast.”

A tired whine was his immediate response, “Niiiik-“

“I could do it, and burn everything. Or Farah can do it and make it spicy-“

Kyle liked spice, Nik liked spice and so did John— Farah’s spice tolerance was terrifying. John handled it better than the rest of them but it would be a lot for breakfast. Kyle left his room rather quickly, almost slipping down the stairs in the process.

“Slow, Kyle!”

“I’m fine!”

Nik makes sure Kyle gets down the stairs safely before he moved on to Simon’s room. He knocked on the door, a muffled grunt and Riley barking answering him a moment later. Nik opens the door and there was Simon, buried under his mountain of blankets and Riley in his play pen, jumping around with his tail wagging when he saw Nik. Nik closed the door and sipped his coffee before he set it on the TV stand.

Simon poked his head out from under the blankets, hair poking everywhere and worn eyeliner that he clearly forgot to wipe off smeared around his eyes. He stared at Nik in confusion while Nik just leaned on his door with a knowing smirk. Simon blinked before his eyes widened, sitting up quickly and throwing a few blankets to the floor as he did.

“M-morning, Nik…”

“Late night?”

Simon’s eyes flickered to his closet before he forces himself to look at Nik, “No…”

“Hmm… You sure?”

Nik moved towards the closet and Simon scrambled off the bed to grab him. Nik groaned when Simon grabbed him around the middle, when did he get so big? He used to be just a tiny boy, where did this guy come from?

Nik wrestled Simon for a moment, trying to pry him off so he can get to the closet. He managed to throw Simon back on his bed, freezing for a moment because he was certain Simon was going to bounce off and into the wall. Thankfully he didn’t, stunning him and allowing Nikolai to swing open his closet door.

“Oh? What’s this? My jacket!?”

Nik grabs his bomber jacket, presenting it to Simon. Simon was pale, eying his door and window. Nik tucked his jacket under his arm before he made a face at Simon, waiting for him to start talking.

“I snuck out last night to go to a party with Johnny.”

Nik blinked, “A party?”

Simon was not a party kid. Sure, he hung out with Alejandro and their friends but Nik couldn’t recall them ever partying.

“Yea— I wanted to look cool so I borrowed your jacket!”

“And my boots.”

Simon gawks, truly horrified that Nik knew about the boots, “I-I brought them back! Please don’t tell Dad!”

Nik stares at him, looking to the whining Riley before he steps over to Simon, “Fine, I won’t tell your dad… if you tell me where you learned how to break into cars.”

“I-I-“

“Was it that hooligan friend of yours?”

Simon lightens up, “Ale doesn’t like it when you call him that.”

“Well, that’s what he is so he should get over it.”

Simon snorts, “No, it wasn’t Ale… Uh-“

“Simon-“

“… It was Johnny.”

Nik makes a face, “Johnny? Your good little Catholic boyfriend?”

“His dad’s a mechanic so he knows how to poke around cars.”

“And he taught you how to do it?”

Simon wouldn’t meet Nik’s eyes, fear in his eyes. Nikolai just huffed, truly impressed, “That’s a keeper.”

Simon blinked and looked up at Nik, “What?”

“That boy managed to get you to sit down and learn something new! You’re so hard to teach new things, let alone wiring and car mechanics! He’s a keeper!”

Simon bites lip, holding back a big smile. Riley finally let out a loud, high pitched bark, tired of being ignored. Nik reaches over and tries to smooth and tame Simon’s hair before his grabbed Simon’s ear in a pinch.

“OW! NIK!”

“That’s for stealing my shit. Now go take Riley out before he explodes.”

Simon jumps up and goes to get Riley, Nik opening the door and letting the boy run through with the squirming puppy. Simon went down the stairs at a nerve-racking speed before he took Riley to the back door to let him into the back garden. Breakfast was almost done, Kyle and John just waiting for Nik and Simon to join Farah at the table.

“What was with the thumping upstairs?”

Nik just grinned, “Waking up Simon.”

[babygirl-riley]

Could we have an alternative version of part 2 to lies? I crave pure angst, maybe reader doesn’t forgive him?

Lies Pt 2 Alternative Ending

You started to pack your things as Simon came home.

A/N: Oh yeah, I love the angst as well. Hehehe evil idea 😈 We love the angstttt! But here it is anon, hope it fulfills its expectation.

“I think I seen this film before and I didn’t like the ending.”

Warnings: angst, literally PURE fucking depression, not a happy ending, trauma, childhood trauma

simon x reader guide

simon x reader fluff/angst list

happy ending

You were packing. You couldn’t be in this god forsaken area anymore. You couldn’t look without seeing him. Seeing his face everywhere. Seeing your team. You were done. Done with everything. Your eyes burning with tears and your heart burning with anger. That was the first thing you did once opening this apartment door.

Simon knew what was coming next, he knew once you left the room. Price let him go in hopes everything would be fixed. Instead he came home with shit all over and you pacing. “Let’s talk please.” He begged watching you grab belongings.

You didn’t say anything as you pulled bags and cases, stuffing them. You couldn’t believe he even came here, yes you both lived here. But you didn’t want to see or even hear him. A week before he faked his iconic death, this was both of your home. A home that you could come back to. Feeling safe. Now darkened. You grabbed clothes piling them quickly next to a case. Simon’s heart raced quickly as more things started to pile up. “Please just hear me out.” He said stepping in front of you.

You froze, your lips trembling, anger bubbling up through your veins. “Move.” You ordered, he stood his ground.

“Where will ya go? Let’s just talk please.” Simon said trying to keep himself from holding you.

He fucked up bad, the realization setting in. Noticing the apartment disarrayed even before you grabbed your things. He realized how fucked up you were when he was gone. Bottles of liquor scattered, food and dishes piled in the kitchen. Simon was trying to calm himself, trying to get you to settle. To talk. To save the both of you.

“My parents live in the US,” You said moving passed him. Simon shook his head. “I already have a fucking plane. I already paid for all the bags I will use. I am going.”

Simon shook his head again. “No ya don’t have to go back to the states.”

You laughed, like it was a joke. Maybe it was. “You should have thought about that before you selfishly left.”

Simon laughed this time. “Selfishly, it was to protect the team. You!”

You snapped your head over to him. “ME! You are fucking joking Simon, this is all some sick fucking joke between you and boys huh,” Simon kept shaking his head as you fully turned around. “You lied you fucking lied! And it’s not some fucking lie that you can just brush underneath a neat fucking rug Simon! Do you realize how fucking serious this is?”

“Ya I do, I realize that! I had no choice it was a fuckin’ order! It was to get Samson out of hiding! It was the best choice!” Fuck. That’s not what he meant.

“Best fucking choice! There was other choices?!” You yelled, lifting your hands to your face.

“No there wasn’t there was no…”

“Bull shit! All this is bull shit! We were suppose to be a team Simon! A team! Instead you decided to play fucking hero! You decided that it was okay to play around with your foot soldiers and with the fucking captain! Everyone knew! Not including me of course! You wanted a fucking show! All of you!” You yelled flipping your body around stuffing a bag.

He walked up to turn you around. “I didn’t want it!”

You pushed him off getting in his face. Tears running down your face, anger written all over your face. “Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me. You lost that the moment you fucking died.”

Simon stared into your eyes for moment. His heart tearing itself apart. “I can’t loose you,” He whispered, his own tears brimming his eyes. “We can fix this.”

He saw the internal battle. Your eyes soften then you blinked it away. Your Ghost shielding your innocents. Just how his Ghost shielded Simon. “No Simon this can’t be fixed. You can’t fix this. What if I killed myself? You know how guilty you would have felt?”

“That’s not fair.” He mumbled, thinking about if that route turned. If that route happened. Seeing you pale, cold. Gone. Simon would have felt guilty, would have gone off the rails. He caused that pain.

You got up closer to his face. “It’s only fucking fair, that’s how much pain I was in. I would have hated to see you in that pain,” You gasped trying to hold back a sob. You pressed your finger against his chest. “The funny thing is Simon you didn’t care. But I would have.”

Simon glared pushing your finger off. “Don’t put words in my mouth.” He stepped back rolling his eyes.

“I don’t need words to know how you fucking feel Simon.” You snapped back.

“You would have done the same thing! If it meant to protect me!” Simon argued. He tried to collect himself, feeling the guilt taking over his veins.

You raked your fingers through your hair, laughing. “You are just getting more and more funnier Simon! I would have chose US, I would have found a different way! I would have argued! I would never ever put you in a situation like you went through with your fucking family!”

Simon consciously stepped back. He waited for a apology or a change in your demeanor that you didn’t meant to bring up his family. “This is where you apologize.” He said.

“Apologize? I know how much pain that brought you and I’m sorry for that but it seems like to me in order to get into your fucking mind. Is to relate it to that. You were my family. You were my person. But you died. You are dead to me.” You mumbled, you wanted to apologize, you knew the darkness behind his past but…how else could you tell him how you felt.

Simon could feel Ghost’s hands grabbing at him. Pulling him into a secure place. “That was fucking different. They were taken away from me without comin’ back.”

You shook your head. “Yeah but that would have been the same for me. You were gone, I couldn’t do fucking anything about it.”

Simon just stood there, the silent of the apartment now building. Everything was falling apart. Simon felt himself closing up, just like you closing up. The trust broken. The happy memories being plagued into this one. The happy home, that was called a home turning into a empty home. “Choices have consequences,” You said zipping up a bag. “Ironic that it was something you said.”

Simon didn’t know what to say. What could he say? He wanted to fix it, do something but it seemed like you were done. With no fighting for it. “Please.” He begged one more time, hoping that this was a nightmare or that you would stop and agree.

However more things started to disappear and bags being brought out next to the door of the apartment. “Simon I can’t. You broke a promise that I don’t know if you can ever keep. Work will always come first with you. Which is you. But me I can’t go through a lie like that again and I can not trust you to not do it again.”

Ghost stood there, jaw clenching, everything turned off. Simon now gone letting Ghost take over. “If there isn’t trust then fine,” He said walking towards the door. “Then leave don’t expect me pickin’ up when you call.”

You scoffed. “Don’t worry Ghost,” Ghost’s heart pinged with pain from you changing his name. You noticed the change in demeanor immediately, you seen him do it over and over during missions. Protecting Simon from the awful things he had to in the line of work. “You won’t get a call.”

Ghost looked over his shoulder to see you watching him leave. Seeing the tears. Seeing the pain. The tears and pain that he caused. Nothing can be fixed. This can’t be fixed. Ghost wanted to go back in time and tell Price to fuck off, that there could have been a different way. The only thing Simon was happy with, the only thing that made him not feeling like a ghost. A monster.

The look in your eyes when he walked through the door made him feeling a monster again. Made him know that he fucked everything up. Made you look at him with no love or adoration but hate and denunciation. He never seen that look towards him.

Watching him stay at the door made you want to reach out. Made you want to forgive. Made you want to try. However you were tired, you felt betrayed. The memories of both you laughing in this apartment being erased into this. Tears and anger. Broken hearts. “Good I don’t wanna hear from ya again. Ya better be gone by the time I get back.” With that he slammed the door behind him.

You stood there for a moment, waiting for him to come back in. You fell to your knees placing your hands over your eyes. You sobbed you shook from all the emotion that prowled through you. You wanted this but why did it hurt so fucking much? Why did you want to chase after him? Hold him? When was the last kiss? When was the last love you?

Ghost stood outside of the door for a couple of minutes listening to your sobs. He fought the urge to go back in to hold you but you made your mind up. You were done. So he was done. Simon couldn’t fight it anymore, he can’t convince a mind that has already been made up. He stood there for a moment looking at the door before walking away.

You were never the same after that. You worked with your parents but you weren’t the same woman you were. They noticed that your demeanor was darker. Less happy.

Simon was never the same either. The team noticed his demeanor changed, he wasn’t Simon, it was Ghost. Only Ghost, he was cruel, and closed up. His heart turning right back into an icy cold one. Always would be away from everyone after missions. Burying himself into work.

Both you never saw each other again. Nor were you the same.

[sallowsunshine]

Hi dear! can I request Sebastian sallow x Reader where they have a big fight because of his obsession and then Reader leaves and has to fight Ranrok when suddenly all teachers leave to help Reader Sebastian becomes worried and apperates to her but Professor Hecat grabs a hold of him and all he can do is watch how she’s fighting for her live c:

Last Goodbye (Sebastian x reader)

“Sebastian, you aren’t listening to me.” 

You and Sebastian are in the Undercroft. You had returned from meeting with the Seekers, and they finally told you why Isadora’s use of ancient magic was dangerous.

“If you really cared about Anne, you would do this!” Sebastian yells, his face red with anger.

“I can’t- I will not use my magic to take away pain. Pain isn’t ours to take away. Your sister would agree with me.”

“You are being extremely selfish. I cannot believe you would keep your power to yourself like this.”

“I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want this magic. I don’t know how to do what you ask of me. I could hurt her, or put her in worse misery.”

“I thought you were my friend, I thought I could trust you.” Sebastian backs away from you. “I started to doubt your intentions the moment you told me you were trusting a Goblin.”

“Sebastian, what’s happening around us, what Ranrok is doing, is much bigger than us. Much bigger than Anne. I have been doing what I can to help you, but I’ve also had to do what Professor Fig has asked of me. Of what the Keepers have asked of me. Of what every other Professor has asked of me. It’s too much. I can’t do it all anymore.” The tears are free, one now sliding down your left cheek. “You cannot ask this of me. I am done helping you. I am done watching you tear yourself apart. I can tell you this now, the dark arts- this path you’ve set yourself on- will lead you nowhere.”

Sebastian is silent for a moment. “If that’s how you feel, well then- we have no more use for one another, then.” 

You lower your head, bringing up the sleeve of your robe to wipe away tears.

“You may go, now.” Sebastian dismisses you. He’s stone cold, no emotions or thoughts on his face. 

“Sebastian-”

“Go, now,” His gaze never meets yours.

You exhale deeply before backing away and exiting the Undercroft. “Goodbye, Sebastian.” You whisper, no one around to hear your farewell.

You take your time walking to the Map Chamber, Professor Fig’s most recent letter in your hand. The Keepers were ready to tell you where the last repository was, and you were originally meeting with Sebastian to tell him. You didn’t know what lay ahead, and wanted to say goodbye, in case the worst happened. You knew the cost of keeping Hogwarts and the wizarding world safe might be your life, and it was a price you were willing to pay. You got your goodbye, but not at all the way you wanted it. 

-

Sebastian is sat in Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Hecat teaching about Boggarts. He hasn’t seen you since the argument in the Undercroft, and you’re not in class now. Hecat seemed to know where you were, as she didn’t ask about you like she normally did when a student was absent. 

Professor Weasley bursts in the classroom. “It’s time. They need us!” is all she says before she apparates. 

Hecat turns to the class. “Class dismissed for the day. I must leave.” The last word is barely out of her mouth before she’s gone too. 

The rest of the class gasps, not sure how to react.  Sebastian knows instantly what’s happened. “She’s done it. She’s found the last repository.” he says to himself. He’s sure Professor Fig and apparently now the other Professors have got your back, but he can’t help but think about his last words to you. His heart hurts realizing if anything happens to you, his last words to you were cold and cruel. 

Ominis is sitting next to Sebastian. “Sebastian, what’s happening?” He grabs Sebastian’s robes. 

“I’ve got to go, Ominis. I’ve got to go help her.” he darts out of the classroom, trying to remember where you mentioned the Map Chamber was. 

-

Sebastian hears the battle before he sees it. He isn’t expecting a large black dragon surrounded with swirls of burning red magic. His breathe catched in his throat when he sees you, wand in the air, your ancient magic shooting out at the dragon. 

Magic shoots out like fire from the dragons mouth, and from Sebastian’s angle it looks like you’ve been engulfed by the flames.

“NO!” Sebastian shouts, about to run forward to help, but a strong arm reaches around and grabs him, pulling him to their chest.

It’s Professor Sharp gripping him tightly. “Boy, this isn’t your fight.” he growls.

“But she needs help-!” Sebastian struggles in his grip. “Please! Why aren’t you helping? Let me help her!” he begs, desperation in his voice.  

“Mr. Sallow, you shouldn’t be here!” Professor Hecat is there, too. 

“Help her!” Sebastian continues to struggle.

“We can’t interfere. Our magic is useless.” Hecat answers. “It’s far too dangerous for a student to be here, I’ll escort you back-”

“No! I won’t leave.” Sebastian has stopped struggling.

“Very well, but you must stay here.” Hecat says.

Sebastian looks on to the raging battle, his heart hammering in his chest. 

-

One final blast from your wand and the dragon explodes, the dark magic spiraling into the air around you. Sebastian can’t really make out what else is happening, except that the structures around you are crumbling. The professors have gathered around with Sebastian to watch, and they lift their wands to keep the structures from collapsing. 

“She needs to contain all that magic.” Hecat says to no one in particular. 

Sebastian looks on as your wand lifts to the air, a bright red beam shooting out of it. The dark red magic swirls and circles towards that beam, growing into a massive ball of light.

“What is that?” Sebastian asks.

“It’s pain and suffering. That ancient magic that Ranrok was after is pain. Long ago, a Professor named Isadora could do what your friend over there can do. She removed everyone’s pain and created this mass repository.” Professor Weasley chimes in.

Sebastian sees you crumble to the ground, but miraculously your wand is still in the air.

Sharp is distracted and it gives Sebastian the perfect moment to break away to run down towards you.

-

The effort of sealing the magic grows to be too much for you. It knocks you down to your knees, and you’re groaning with pain. All the pain and suffering that created this is working its way inside your brain. You feel the weight of every one of Isadora’s student’s pain, and it brings you to tears. 

“I can’t do it. I can’t do this.” you cry out.

You are stronger than you know, Professor Fig’s words echo inside your head. 

A strong arm wraps itself around you, pulling you back up to your feet. 

“I’ve got you” a familiar voice whispers in your ear.

Sebastian?

“Come on, you can do this.” It is Sebastian. You push on, using every last bit of energy in your bones.

The magic seals up into a cocoon, just in time before you collapse again, but this time, Sebastian is holding you steady. 

He falls with you softly to the ground, but his grip on you never falters. 

“Come on you two, let’s go before this whole place caves in.” Professor Weasley disapparates away with them.

They end up in the Hospital Wing, Sebastian doubled over, not used to the sensation of apparating yet. The nurse has already grabbed you away from him. You’ve passed out, unresponsive to anyone’s instruction.

They ask Sebastian to leave, but he doesn’t. He can’t. He won’t leave until he knows if you’re okay or not. There’s a lot he doesn’t understand, but he knows he needs to make it up to you.

(A/N: i know the whole last battle scene is set up to where this isnt plausible, and i know there's some inconsistencies like you cant apparate into Hogwarts, but i shifted around things to make it work ;D)

[spicyspiders]

i'll never be ready but i don't care

Ghost x male reader

I originally wanted to write something with a touched starved reader and Ghost, but I just started typing and ran with it. I do want to give a warning for canon typical violence, but I don't think it's anything too intense.

The first time you kill someone, you get sick. By the time you’re finished, it registers that people are yelling your name into your ear. 

“I’m fine,” you say shakily. It doesn’t sound too convincing. 

It goes quiet on the other end, a silence that you are grateful for. 

When you were given the mission, you had been told to prepare for any obstacle that could come about, just like every other mission. It was simple on paper: get in, download all of the information you could find onto the flash drive you were given, and then get out. It didn’t go that way in practice, the blood on your hands symbolized that. 

“What happened out there?” Price asked when you got back. 

All of their eyes were on you as you stood in the briefing room. It was an uncomfortable feeling, but you managed to stand your ground. 

“I downloaded all that I could find,” you responded and placed the flash drive onto the table without breaking eye contact. However, the contact was broken as you continued, “there was a casualty,” you swallowed, the tightness in your throat making it difficult. 

Priced picked up the drive and nodded, “good,” he paused for a moment before continuing, “are you alright?” He questioned. 

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, “no physical injuries.” You tried faking a smile, but it felt like a grimace on your face. 

You didn’t assume that it said in your file if you had killed someone before joining the task force, but after glancing around at the other members that stood on either side of Price, you now had a suspicion. 

Price let out a heavy sigh and looked at the drive in his hand, “give us the room.”

You kept your eyes on the table as the rest of the team exited the room. You glanced up when you could hear one last set of shoes on the floor. Ghost watched you as he walked out, a look in his eye that you couldn’t describe. 

Ghost had been staring at you a lot lately, not in subtle ways either. When you would look over and meet his eye, he would keep the contact until you would look away. It was intense, but everything Ghost did was intense. 

Though it was hard to describe what the look in his eye fully meant, you could tell that it was tinged with worry. 

When the door to the room shut with a soft click, Price spoke again, “are you alright?” He asked. “You’ve never killed anyone,” he stated. 

You let out a dry chuckle, “is that listed in my file?”

He didn’t respond to your question, on stepped around the table to get closer, “you can talk to me, to any of us.”

“I’m fine,” you repeated. This time, when you flashed him a smile, it was easier to fake. 

Price released another heavy sign, this one sounding even more tired if that was ever possible. He scrubbed a hand down his face before speaking, “I can’t force you to open up, but you have resources here if you want to use them. You know where I live,” he joked, trying to break the tension.

You let out a light chuckle and nodded, “yes, of course. Maybe we could have a sleepover and talk about our feelings another night, I’m exhausted.”

This pulled a laugh out of Price, “I haven’t been to a sleepover in years,” he said, sounding mildly excited. “Get some sleep,” he said when he saw you make your way to the door. 

You could only hope.  

-

Not to your surprise, sleep never came. Later, you found yourself tossing and turning in your bed. You had taken a shower after you left the briefing room and scrubbed your skin until it stung, but all you could see when you shut your eyes was the blood that stained your skin. 

Your eyes burned with exhaustion, but you still pulled yourself from your bed and left your room. It was dark and quiet throughout the base as you walked through the stillness. You made your way through the building until you arrived at one of the exits, hoping that some fresh air would help calm your mind. 

Like the interior of the base, the outside was dark and quiet. It was cool outside, making goosebumps settle on your skin in reaction to the temperature as you stepped outside and settled into a chair you could find. 

It’s just a part of the job.

Your mind repeated the mantra over and over as you sat in the chair and stared off into the darkness of the night. You squeezed your hands into either side of the arms of the chair, trying to somehow transfer the blood on your hands onto the chair. 

The chair was left unstained, just like how your hands physically were. Trying to think metaphorically did little to help the reality of the situation, you soon found. 

All of the tension that was in your hands left when you heard the door open behind you. It spread through the rest of your body, but settled heavily into your legs, your body already having a fight or flight reaction. 

You stared off into the darkness as you could hear a chair scrape across the pavement and settle down beside you. When you glanced over, you were met with the site of Ghost. 

Like you, he stared off into the darkness for a while before breaking the silence, “can’t sleep?” He asked. 

Uncontrollably, you let out a laugh that was on the edge of sounding hysterical. You don’t know how many times you’ve heard that laughter was the best medicine, but at this moment, it just felt painful.

“No, lieutenant,” you responded tersely. 

“There’s no need for formalities,” Ghost said. His voice sounded closer, but you didn’t look over to see if he had turned his head. 

You could feel a heat warm your body, starting at your head where his eyes stared into your skin. It was a welcome change. 

“I think I’d like to be alone,” you whispered. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Ghost responded, his voice equally as quiet as yours. “Can I keep you company? We don’t have to talk,” he whispered. 

You nodded stiffly. You bit your lip harshly, holding your bottom lip between your teeth. You were afraid of what would come out if you didn’t. 

Again, Ghost broke the silence that fell over you both, “you’re bleeding,” he assessed. 

Your blood running down your lip was like a dam breaking. Tears spilled from your eyes, and they soon mixed with the blood on your face. It burned when they ran over the tiny cut on your lip, but you didn’t wipe them away. You only gripped onto the arms of the chair as your tears fell and fell and fell. 

In some way, this should be the first step, letting yourself cry. You liked having a good cry once in a while, just to let everything out, but this did little to help. 

You don’t know how long you sat there and cried, it was still dark out, so it couldn’t have been that long. Your face felt hot when you loosened your grip on the sides of the chair and raised your hands to wipe your face. 

When your hands fell, this time, they fell into your lap, “does it get better?” You asked, your voice sounding rough and foreign to even your ears. 

It took a while for Ghost to respond, “that isn’t the word I would use. You learn to live with the weight of it, but it gets lighter and lighter each day.”

Your body felt heavy as you lifted yourself from the chair, “goodnight lieu-” you cut yourself off, “sorry,” you said, trying to correct yourself. 

Your hand was on the knob of the door to get back inside when the other man spoke, “Simon,” when you didn’t respond, he added quickly, “my name is Simon.” 

For the first time in his presence, he sounded unsure, like he had said too much. Honestly, you felt unsure. It had taken him some time to tell you his name, yet he already knew yours. 

“Goodnight, Simon,” you replied. The name felt unnatural on your tongue. He wasn’t the first Simon you knew, but now knowing that the man you knew by one name was actually named Simon was something you would have to get used to. 

-

You mostly kept to yourself on base. That meant you would usually eat alone. In the same room that everyone else ate in, but alone at your table. 

That morning though, Soap sat down across from you. 

Sitting outside in the fresh air with Ghost (Simon. Your brain corrected) made you feel better, but you still struggled to sleep. By the time sleep pulled you under, your eyes shot back open in a short matter of time from your alarm. 

Your eyes felt heavy as you tried to sit there and eat, so when Soap sat down across from you, it startled you. 

“It’s weird isn’t it?” He asked, ignoring how you jumped. 

“I’m sorry?” You asked back, not understanding what he was questioning you about. 

“His name is Simon. Is that not nerdy?” He asked, leaning close like he didn’t want anyone else to hear. 

“How do you know he told me?” You asked. 

Soap shrugged a shoulder, “it’s pretty easy to tell,” he responded. 

“Ah,” you said back, not truly understanding what he meant. When you nodded, a smile lit up his face. 

“You think he looks like a Simon?” He asked, craning his neck to look at where the man stood preparing a plate of food. 

One side of your mouth lifted, “what do you think he looks like?”

When Soap looked back over and saw the slight smile on your face, his eyes softened before turning mischievous. “I’ve got a list,” he said excitedly. In a flash, he was up from the table and running out of the room, barreling right past Gaz and Price. 

Your lips stretched into an actual smile as you watched the display. When you took your eyes away from the doorway, you looked back over at Simon who was staring at you. You watched him walk up and stand at the other side of the table you sat at. 

“Can I sit here?” He asked. His voice sounded like how it did last night when he told you his name. Unsure. 

“Sure.”

It was quiet at the table as he ate. You ate slowly. Though you didn’t really feel up to eating, you knew it would make you feel better. When your plate was clean, you looked back up to Simon, who looked from your plate to your eyes. He looked satisfied.

Soap returned as quickly as he had left, this time holding a sheet of paper in his hands. He plopped down beside Simon and placed the sheet down on the table. 

“What’s that?” Simon asked, brows furrowed. 

“The list I made,” he responded. 

The description was vague, but you could tell that Simon knew exactly what he meant, “I thought I ripped that up,” he said, sounding annoyed. 

“I have copies,” Soap said, sending a glance in his direction. Soap lifted the sheet, but paused and looked up to meet your eye. When he narrowed his eyes, you looked at him in confusion and watched as he pulled a pen out of his pocket and flipped the sheet over. 

“You need a nickname,” Soap said, pointing the pen in your direction. 

You shook your head quickly, “I really don’t.”

“You do though,” Soap said, “can’t be as cool as mine though.”

Simon let out a snicker at Soap’s words, but Soap ignored the sound, only furiously scribbled onto the paper. 

You rested your chin on your hand, trying to see what Soap was writing, but his arm was in the way. 

Every time you would look over at Simon he was chewing, his mask still on his face. You didn’t know if it was because you were tired, or by some unknown force, but you would pull your eyes away when he would lift his fingers to pull his mask down.  

When his mask would leave to reveal the rest of his face, your eyes would look elsewhere, like down to his hands. You almost wanted to laugh at how tiny the fork looked in Simon’s hands, but you held in the noise. 

“Do you want some?” Simon asked, gesturing with the fork to the food on his plate. 

You shook your head, sending him a small smile, “no,” you said softly. 

It had grown quieter, you noticed. When you looked over at Soap, he had a curious look in his eye as he looked between the two of you. He didn’t say anything though, only resumed writing. 

-

Sharing close quarters with the task force meant that you were bound to be touched. Whether on accident or by intention. 

Men like Soap and Gaz you had quickly come to learn were quite affectionate. Even Price was, but not as much as Soap and Gaz. 

It had taken you a while to become comfortable with their hands touching you. Even after spending some time with them on missions and base, you still weren’t fully comfortable, but really, it was anyone’s hands touching you that you weren’t fully comfortable with. 

You were trying, though. 

No one ever said anything about the way you would tense up when they would touch you. At first, when Gaz or Soap would clap you on the shoulder or wrap an arm around it, they would quickly pull it away. 

The more time you spent with all of them, the more comfortable you became, but you couldn’t help the way your body would immediately tense. 

In the sense of physical affection and touches, you and Simon were alike. 

You couldn’t see if he would tense up in the same way you did, but he wouldn’t normally touch any of the others if he didn’t need to. 

Ghost had a certain power, you learned. Not only could he pull your eyes away like he had done while he was eating, but also with his eyes. The way he looked at you felt like touches. His eyes would weigh you down heavily, just as heavily as you guessed his arm would feel around you. 

More than you wanted to admit, you thought about their touches. You wanted, no, yearned to be more comfortable with them giving you their affection, but it was like some invisible force was keeping you from it. 

Specifically, you thought about Simon’s. One of the things you wondered was if arms around you would feel as heavy as his eyes would feel when they were on you. They must be, given how big his arms were.

Something cracked soon after that night. Perhaps it was the list Soap thought of that brought you closer to them. By the time he had nearly filled up the entire page, Gaz and Price had joined you three at the table and had given suggestions of their own. 

The smile they had brought to your face felt less painful than it had the night before. Actually, by the time Soap was done going through all the names, your face had hurt from smiling so much. 

Or perhaps, it was when Simon took off his mask and fully showed you his face. 

When he first took it off, he turned away and squeezed your eyes shut, but his face had already been burned into your mind. 

It was on a night similar to the other one, again after a mission. This one had run much more smoothly, but you did have to deal with the worried gazes of Simon, Soap, Gaz, and Price. 

“Look at me, please,” Simon whispered. 

You let out a breath and opened your eyes. You weren’t sure why your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest, but you turned to look at him. 

A soft smile rested on his lips when you looked over, “hi.”

“Hi,” you breathed out. You probably looked silly, gawking at him with your mouth half open, but you couldn’t help it. 

You felt silly. There you were, not quite completely comfortable being touched by your task force, but at the moment, you wanted to be closer to Simon. To touch him, to have him touch you, and to get an answer to the question of if his arms would feel as heavy around you as you thought they would. 

“Don’t tell Soap,” Simon let out a chuckle, “he’ll never let me live it down.” He pulled his eyes from yours and looked down, the smile still on his face. 

Your mind ran wild trying to figure out what he meant. Live what down? By the time your brain caught up, you managed to muster a response, “I promise.”

This time, when Ghost looked over, you looked back. Unlike that night when you kept your eyes trained forward, you looked into his eyes. His gaze still made you warm like that night, but it somehow burned hotter. 

You sat there, basking in it, even when you broke eye contact and looked forward into the darkness of the night. You didn’t go inside for a while that night, and by the time you did, Simon’s face was the last thing you saw before you fell asleep. 

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The third mission after your first time killing someone, Simon kisses you.

It was like that first mission, but this time, you were left alone in the room with Simon. This third mission had gone much better than the first, but like with all of them, your body trembled with leftover adrenaline that coursed through your veins. 

Like when you first saw his face, it catches you off guard when he corners you and presses you into the table. 

His arms, you learn, do feel heavy around you. You feel the prey he just caught in his snare as he wraps his arms around you. As you wrap your arms around his shoulders, his tongue sneaks inside your mouth. 

You’re both gasping by the time he pulls back, but he doesn’t let you go, only buries his head down into the crook of your neck. 

You hold each other until your breathing is under control and even then when his arms loosen around you, you can tell that Simon is reluctant to let you go. So instead, he presses his forehead to yours. 

“Hi,” he whispers. 

“Hi,” you say softly. You press a soft kiss to his mouth, much less intense than the first, and Simon responds by tightening his arms around you, pulling you impossibly closer.

[dnaofhersoul]

i love hate you more. (enemies to lovers)

requested by @sgtgarricks

ty for the request love <3 hope you enjoy :)

warning: enemies to lovers (obviously), some mean words are exchanged, crying, arguments, drinking, fighting for attention/rivalry, fluff in the end, subtle flirting

you and gaz never really got along. you were just fine with everyone else. except for him. and nothing ever happened between you too, it just.. never works out.

you only realized you didn’t particularly like him was a few months ago. you were hanging out in prices office. just you, him, price, and soap. you were all just talking about an operation you’d gone on just a week ago. you and gaz never really talked much before this. all was going well, it was sort of an uncivilized debrief. until gaz spoke up. “yeah, the mission went well i guess. y/n uh.. you could’ve done better.” he said it very rudely, it came off badly.

“well, you know. we all make mistakes.” you shrugged off, trying to steer the conversation away from that. “yeah sure. but you’re falling behind.” an awkward silence instilled. “‘scuse me?” you said. “thats not uh.. real nice y’know. i’d say i’m doing just fine.” “yeah- uh. whatever you say.” you gave him a dirty look before turning away from him.

after that moment it set you both on bad terms. and for no apparent reason, gaz just didn’t like you. and that ticked you off, so you decided to return his attitude and for months on end you two just had an undisputed rivalry. but it was never in a friendly, joking way. it felt genuine, genuine dislike. maybe even hatred.

it started to get worse a month ago. you two were on a mission, it was a squad mission but you 2 were paired together. you two were supposed to rendezvous with price and ghost at a certain coordinate with a person of interest you had to kidnap. you were unsure why price even put you with gaz, i guess it was a poor and pitiful attempt to bring you too together.

you walked along the trail, enemy in hand, and you were close, on trail to the position. you could hear the faint sound of a helicopter running, and you assumed all would be well. however, the hostage began to struggle. gaz, being generally light-hearted, gave a warning. however, you and him had different views on how to handle this situation, you brought your hand forward and smacked the hostage, knocking him forward a bit.

“you behave if you know whats better for you-“ was all you managed to get out before being interrupted by gaz. “keep your hands off him, price said we need his memory good, not fucked by a concussion since you wanna hit him.” “oh, so you just wanna let him struggle? make it easier for him to slip out your hands? you don’t know what you’re talking about.” and that was all it took to set gaz off, resulting in a loud screaming match between you and him.

by the end of it, you two had gotten so heated yoy hadn’t even realized the hostage was.. gone. you both looked at each other when the realization hit, a mixture of panic, anger, and fear. you two dispatched price, letting him know you’d ‘run into trouble’ but would be there soon. you two never ended up finding him on that mission and had to return to price empty handed, which resulted in another screaming match but in front of price and ghost which ended up with them pulling you two apart as you were in each other’s faces.

on the ride home in the chopper, price somehow reprimanded you both for the entire ride home. it was deserved definitely, just wasn’t enjoyable. when you finally reached base, he called you two to his office and yelled at you too. he called you two dumb and insubordinate, and threatened a write up which he should’ve given out. however, he said because we were both young and stupid, and still loved us regardless, he’d let us off with a warning and condition.

you and gaz had to fix whatever issue we had, or we were off this task force. you weren’t even sure if he could do that but the threat alone scared you two. you stepped out of his office along with gaz. a long silence protruded between you two before you muttered a “sorry” before walking away. after that, you and gaz didn’t argue. it was just empty and awkward. missions that you were used to felt uncomfortable and you could not focus.

it was lunch now. you normally sit with some buddies of your or eat with price and ghost but today felt so bleak. you could not manage today. it just felt wrong. you took another bite of your food before stuffing your face into your hands and sighing. you were so tired, and for what? you normally were energetic and ready but today was just so abnormal.. until you heard someones voice. “you care if i sit here?” you look up, and its none other then gaz.

you stare awkwardly for a second before nodding. you weren’t sure why you accepted, you two were still on awkward terms. you ate your lunch, the silence was louder then the lunch room. gaz spoke up. “i uh.. hows your day.” he speaks quietly, almost a whisper. “its fine.” you nod. “what about you.” “same here.” you look away and turn to him. “why are you sitting here gaz?”

he sighs and rubs his eyes. “listen. i’m sorry. for what i did on that mission a month ago even though it was kinda your fault and listen. i feel bad about it. i mean- were supposed to be friends. and i don’t know why i fucked up our friendship that one day when we were drinking with price. i just was having a bad day and got tipsy and got snappy and i’m sorry about it-“ “shh.” “..what?” you pat his shoulder. “its alright. you don’t have to apologize anymore. i get it. you’re alright man.” you put your arm around his shoulder in a sort of hug.

“we can be friends.” he nods, and scoots a little closer to you. your thighs are touching. you look at him and examine all his features, closely for the first time. gentle with precision. you see that hes.. handsome. his eyes are soft, his skin is smooth. his lips are full and he looks gentle. you suddenly snap out of your trance and turn back to your food. you feel a little embarrassed but you look at gaz who seems to be reacting the same. maybe he was in a trance like you.

“uhm.. you look nice gaz.” “you too sweetheart.”

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a/n: sorry if this is a bit short 😭 fun to write though!! ty for my first request <3

[b0g-b0y]

Request @thisirishidiot NSFW

Captain John Price x top m Reader

Not my best work so I apologize for that. But I managed to get this out so that’s what counts I hope?

———————————————————————Y/n and König were good friends it took you both a while to actually start talking to one another but it didn’t take long for the both of you to become two goofballs. After watching the lion king with König and watching that one scene of simba being lifted into the air later on König randomly picked you up and held you like the baby lion. And you weren’t too fond of him sneaking up on you and lifting you into the air because when he did that Price walked into the hallway with Gaz. After the painful moment of eye contact with Price, a giggling Gaz, König set you down gently before yelling “scatter!” With his accent thick. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Price couldn’t help but let out a sigh, it was always you or Soap getting caught in these childish situations.

Needless to say y/n was determined to get König back for embarrassing him in front of his lover John Price. And that’s how the game began with you trying to sneak up to König to pick him up. Oftentimes he would notice your presence before you could grab the big man. But when you did finally got the chance to pick him up you startled König and his head hit the ceiling in the process.”HAHA I got you König” You said to König but all you got back was a few curses in German and let me downs. And of course Price ended up witnessing this and instead of being disappointed in your childish act he was impressed, mesmerized maybe turned on a little. The way you picked up the mountain of a man with little to no struggle had him think of how strong y/n really was and he wanted y/n to pick him up and show him how strong he was.

Later that evening when it was just y/n and Price together alone in their room it was then that Price spoke.”y/n I saw you pick up König… I was impressed, love” Price spoke well his hand ran down your thigh.”What about it darling you going to tell me to act my age” Y/n responded.”Negative”. Price said softly.” Then what about?”you said well leaning back in your chair you sat on. Price took the opportunity to sit on your lap and he grabbed y/n face gently.” I was hoping that maybe you could hold me like that… In a more intimate moment” Price spoke.”Ah I see. So that’s why you’ve been hanging out in gray sweatpants with nothing underneath? You have clear motives darling” Y/n couldn’t help but smirk near the end of their words.” I’ve taken care of the prep work already. All I need is you please.” Price spoke although it sounded more like whinnying to you.” You asked so nicely how could I say no to you? Get up and take your sweatpants off. Well I get ready, think you can do that?” You asked.”Yes sir” he replied. The both of you stood nude in the middle of the room. You slowly walked towards Price covering him in small kisses before grabbing his face to kiss his lips, giving him a pat on his thigh as you spoke.”Jump big boy.” Price followed your instructions, his legs wrapped around your body. Your hands supported his weight by holding his bottom. Slowly but surely you were able to sink into the captain’s ass, filling him up with your cock.”You ready sir” you asked. “Please y/n I’ve been waiting so patiently please,please move”Price said before kissing the side of your neck. Letting out a small hum you started to thrust in and out of Price, the speed being slow to start with. Leaving small pleading moans to fall from Price's lips he wanted more.”Be a good boy and touch yourself for me don’t want to drop you” you breathed out into the captain’s ear. The pleading and moans fell fast out of John's mouth. As he stroked his cock, his breath hitched when you brought him down lower to thrust faster and deeper into him.”Good boy love soo good for me you getting closer? I can feel you grabbing on my cock so tight. Shit you feel so good” you panting out. “I’m close” John said as his body began to sweat more well his other hand clawed at your shoulder. “I’m so close please mmmh please” Price begged. Get close to your own release you decided to push Price to the wall and kiss him before you came inside, his walls tightened around you. His release came after covering the both of you with Prices cum.

[captain-mj]

Maybe on a mission, Ghost gets knocked out and somehow (I dunno freestyle) Soap has to go into his mind to get him to wake up

At some point Soap comes across a memory of Ghost and his dad and he yells at his dad <3

Heavy on the angst pls and thanks

I've been thinking about this so long, I've been waiting for an excuse to write something like this. Kinda got long so the second half will be separate. 

Tw: child abuse, self depreciative language (including slurs), talk of suicidal ideation and very mild homophobia.

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Soap knew what he needed to do. He needed to go in Ghost's mind and find the door to wake Ghost up. In the normal plan, Price would be doing this as Ghost's must trusted ally, but he was also injured, leaving just Soap to do it.

Soap had laughed. “I promise not to violate his privacy while I’m looking for the way out.”

“Johnny.” Price had said to so seriously. “Ghost has a lot of stuff in his past. You’ll see something you don’t want to. Let him show you around, understood?”

Soap frowned, sobering a bit. “Okay. I won’t. What his way out?”

“Simon is one of the easy ones. Its just a door. Red with a black handle. It’ll be hidden, you’ll have to go through some of the rooms, but like i said, let Ghost lead.”

“How dangerous is it? I know some people have things up there.”

“Not dangerous at all.” Price shook his head. “Nothing there but a few ghosts.”

The process was shockingly simple. Soap closed his eyes in a hospital room and opened them somewhere else.

An unfamiliar home. It was… old. Slightly run down but the living room, he was in seemed cozy. Full of dark blue and green with blankets scattered on most of the furniture. A smell circled the home. After a moment, he identified it as the scent of something like copper and cookies. Odd blend.

The cold hit him suddenly, the freezing chill of Manchester. He threw one of the blankets around him and went looking around for…

Simon stood in the kitchen, well he was perched on the counter, eating a thinly iced cookie. Supplies were scattered around, bowls of dough and icing. He looked up at Johnny and smiled, stepping down.

He was… wrong. For one, there was no mask, but two, he was clearly young. Barely 18 it seemed. He was tall still, but lanky, like he didn’t quite eat enough or maybe just hadn’t finished filling out.

“Johnny.” Simon smiled at him and Soap’s breath caught. He looked adorable.

“Hey, Ghost. Where… is this?” Soap tried to remember what Price and the doctors had told him. The person was different In their mind. 

“Where i grew up!” Simon bounced on his toes. “I can show you some of the places? You want to know more about me, right?” He batted his eyelashes, looking….

Fuck was he shy right now? He looked like a teenager around his crush.

“Okay. And after that, we can leave right?”

“No.” Simon handed him a cookie and started walking away, humming softly. It didn’t leave much room to argue, but Soap decided it could wait a minute. Time here was a lot faster, a couple hours here were barely minutes out there, so he had all the time in the world.

The cookie tasted amazing. “Did you make this?”

“Yes. I’ve been trying to get Ghost to let me do it but he wouldn’t let me.”

“Oh. Are Ghost and you… separate?”

“No. Ghost is… a set of rules. A blanket i put on so pain doesn’t hit as hard.” Simon explained. “Personifying it makes it easier, but Ghost isn’t a person, I am.”

Soap wasn’t sure he understood but he nodded regardless. “Do you like baking?”

“I love it! My mom taught me.” He smiled again. “I used to hide in the kitchen with her when my dad got drunk.”

Oh. Oh that was…

Soap stared at him quietly but Simon didn’t seem to be bothered. “I wish i could do it more. Sometimes, on leave, I make some. I shouldn’t, I don’t eat most of it, but a couple of my neighbors are stoners so I just give it to them.”

Simon tidied as he talked, fixing things so they were military straight. “Be careful what rooms you go in, yeah?”

“You’re interesting.”

“Less of a filter here. That’s what Price says. I like Price. He acts a bit too much like a dad to me, but I let it slide because he’s nice.”

Soap smiled. He shouldn’t but… “What do you think of Gaz?”

“I like him. A bit wet behind the ears, clumsy, but he’s a great soldier.”

“And me?” Soap Maybe posed a little seductively.

Simon looked at him briefly and blushed before looking at what he was tidying. “You’re fine, I guess.” Something flashed over his head, just a little too fast for Soap to read it.

“Ouch.” Soap laughed. “You really don’t care about me huh?”

“That’s not very fair of you, ya know. Prying into me. Didn’t they tell you it’s impolite.” Simon… pouted. Honest to god pouted. His face was softer, not scarred yet besides an odd mark around his lips, like a burn. It was odd. It felt like his face was distorted, but maybe that’s just because Soap hadn’t seen it for so long.

“Hmm. I’ll let you pick my brain next time.”

“I wouldn’t let you get hurt enough to need this.” Simon said solemnly, catching his gaze. “Never.”

Johnny blinked. “Come on, Simon. Let’s get out of here, yeah? We can get some bourbon. I’ll even drink it with you.” He suddenly very much wanted to not be there. To be in the real world where Simon was older and didn’t just say things like that.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Don’t want to leave yet.” Simon stretched, shoulders rolling.

“Do you know where the door is?”

“No. You can look in the rooms with yellow doors if you want to start searching. I need to clean first.” 

Soap had half a mind to argue that he had been told explicitly not to do that, but then decided it would be fine. 

Johnny noticed the room was rather dusty, but he brushed it off. He walked away from, looking down the hallway. No red doors, but that was usual. It would be hidden somewhere. Two yellow doors, two red, four blue and…

A creepy metal door at the end. How lovely. He’d come back to that. 

He went into one of the blue ones, surprised to find party music. Ghost went to high school parties? That was an odd idea to think about. 

He was so tiny. Soap had never considered Ghost as being short. I mean technically he wasn’t, he was still 5′8, but he looked so tiny. His hair was dark instead of the bleached look he was accustomed to. It fell in his eyes and...

He had pierced ears. Simon was just wearing some simple studs, but his ears were pierced. 

“I’m going to bully you for that one LT. Just you wait.” He followed him, watching him drink a can of beer, the shitty kind that you only drink because you’re at a party. 

One person was so much clearer than everyone else, most of Ghost’s attention on them. They were about Soap’s height, shaggy brown hair and a permanent smirk on his face. Soap watched them make eye contact and Ghost quickly looked away, blushing. 

Oh. 

Soap already had a feeling about Ghost’s sexuality. The man didn’t talk about it much, but he showed zero interest in women. He was always the first to start beating a man for trying to spike a drink or take an obviously too drunk girl home, but when flirted with, he’d just turn them down. It was an open secret that Ghost was not straight. 

Still nice to have confirmation. He glanced around, not seeing the red door or the door to go back to the hallway, so he decided to just keep following him. Eventually the memory would end.

The two boys ended up just a little too close on a balcony. 

The other guy hummed. “Cold?”

Simon nodded mutely, blushing hard. Instead of offering his jacket, the guy moved closer. 

The kiss was clumsy. Their teeth clacked but eventually, the guy’s arms ended up around Simon’s waist and they slowed down a bit. 

Someone made a noise and they sprang apart. Both blushing hard. 

“Don’t tell anyone about this, yeah Riley?”

Simon nodded immediately. “Yeah, of course. Wouldn’t want to ruin your reputation.” It was said with a grin, but Johnny couldn’t help how much that hurt to hear. 

Poor kid. 

The guy nodded and awkwardly punched his shoulder before leaving him there. Simon finished the can and smiled to himself, that soft blush still across his face.

“It was my first. Had a lot of better ones since then.” Slightly older Simon appeared again. 

“Ever tell your family?”

“My brother found out by looking through my room. Found some... magazines I had.” Simon turned bright red. “Luckily he never told our parents. Dad would’ve killed me.”

“Oh. Forgot you’re quite a bit older than me. Still looking at magazines.” Soap teased, trying to lighten the mood. 

“I’m only 29, you know that right?” Simon smiled at him. 

“What?” Soap turned to him. “The fuck do you mean??”

“Yeah, just 29.”

“I’m 24. I didn’t realize we were that close.”

“How old did you think I was??”

“Like Price’s age.”

“You know Price is 37 right?”

Soap rubbed his temple. “This is too much information for me.”

Simon laughed and something flashed above his head. Like a cartoon with flashing light and an arrow.

“Murderer.” 

Soap flinched but Simon didn’t notice. “Let get out of here. The door isn’t here.” He grabbed Soap’s hand, his skin warm against his own. Soap followed him, getting pulled into a new yellow door. 

It was a butcher shop. 

Simon hummed. “Nothing interesting happens here. Just hurry up and look around.” 

“Why were you in a butcher shop?”

“It was my first job!” Simon said excitedly. “This is how I learned most of my knife skills. The butcher taught me a couple of knife tricks too.” 

“Cool.” Soap nodded. Made a lot of sense actually. 

Simon showed him around the small building, including the freezer. There wasn’t another version of him like in the previous place. Now that he was really looking, there was no one. 

No red door. They stepped back into the hallway. 

Simon sighed. “I don’t want you to look through the other rooms. I can’t convince you to just stay in my head forever, can I?”

“Nope!”  Soap picked a blue door at random and went straight in. 

It was of him. More specifically, him training with the rest of the 141 for their yearly assessments. He hated those. 

After a moment, he picked up on it. Everyone else was in color, but slightly fuzzy like Ghost hadn’t been focusing on them. But just like the guy from the party, Johnny was in sparkling 4K resolution. 

“you pay a lot of attention to me, don’t ya, LT?” Johnny smiled and looked above Simon’s head just in time to see it.

“Faggot.” This time with several arrows pointed to him. 

“You’re loud. Draws my attention.” He was clearly lying, avoiding eye contact with him. 

“Why is this door blue?” 

“Everything after the accident is blue.” 

“What was the accident?”

“When my entire family was murdered. Obviously.” Simon looked at him. “I know you read my file, Johnny.”

“Didn’t include anything about that.” Soap mumbled.

“Ah. Oh well. You would’ve found the memory eventually anyway.” Simon leaned into him suddenly, his head falling on his shoulder. “The red door is there sometimes. I get lucky occasionally and its behind one of these.”

“This happen often?” Johnny tried to pretend the amount of contact wasn’t making him flustered. He was pretty. He’d choose his Simon over this past one, but he wouldn’t deny they were both gorgeous. 

“Yeah. I tend to be rather reckless. Price thinks I’m suicidal.”

“Are you?”

“Definitely. I try not to make him worry though.” Simon saw the face Johnny made and backtracked slightly. “You don’t have to worry either. My therapist knows. I’m not actively. Just don’t try to keep myself alive as much as the average person does.”

“Oh.” Soap stared at him and he could see him getting uncomfortable. 

Simon went to pull away and Johnny turned, pulling him back so they were hugging now. He melted in Soap’s hands and wrapped his arms around him tight. 

They pulled back in tandem and avoided each other’s eyes before fumbling to a new door.

Johnny went to the red door directly across the hall. Simon grabbed his arm tight but didn’t stop him. He buried his face in his back as they went in. 

A man who looked a lot like Simon was sitting in the living room of the same house Soap had first appeared in. Simon and a small, darker haired child sat at the table with him. 

“Frank.” Ghost mumbled to him. “The man’s name.”

Frank had a snake, an extremely large one at that, wrapped around his shoulders. It moved slowly as it trailed along his arm.

“C’mon Simon.” His voice slurred and Soap could see his pupils were far too big. 

“What’s he high on?”

“Heroin probably.” Ghost hid his face in Soap’s hair, pulling him against his chest. 

Frank hummed. “Not scared are you?”

This Simon looked even younger than the other. Probably only 8 if Soap had to guess. He shook his head but Soap could see his hands shaking where they were pressed to his thighs. 

Frank moved the snake closer, its head coming so close to the child in that seat. Soap didn’t know what was going to happen, but he knew it was going to be bad. Ghost trembled against him, the strongest person he knew, trembling at the sight of this fucking asshole.

“Dad.” Simon said softly, unable to keep the tremble out of his face. Frank moved closer and before Soap even realized what he was doing, he backhanded Simon out of the chair and to the floor. That tiny fucking kid. 

“You’re so fucking annoying. It’s a snake. It’s nothing to be scared of. It’s just a goddamn animal.” He grabbed Simon by his shirt collar, yanking him up he was dangling half on the ground, unable to get his feet under him. “Your bitch of a mother ruined you. Made you such a fucking pussy.” He shook him while he talked.

Simon didn’t flinch. Just stared up completely blank besides the tiniest wobble of his bottom lip. 

“He’s a fucking child.” Soap snapped, but nothing happened. 

Frank grabbed the snake, suddenly pushing it closer and closer to Simon’s face. It’s mouth opened, venom clearly dripping.

The burns around his mouth. Venom would leave those burns.

“You’re such a useless kid, you know that?” It was stupid of Soap, but he couldn’t just watch that. He shoved him, surprised to find Frank was solid. The man looked at him, dropping the kid.

“What are you doing?”

“You’re a shit dad.” Soap stared at him. Ghost might find him scary, but he had been a kid. Soap could see him for what he was. “You’re a fucking junkie and that’s it.”

Frank stared at him. “Who the fuck are you?”

“His...” Soap didn’t have a word. “I’m his. That’s all that matters. And you’re not going to fucking touch him.” 

Frank blinked before just disappearing. They were thrown back into the hallway this time. 

Simon leaned into him, his chest to Soap’s back to hide his face. He shook hard. 

“You’re okay, Ghost. I promise.” 

“I want to go home now, Johnny. Want that drink.” 

“I’ll get you out of here buddy. Promise.”

[darlingsfandom]

Okayokayokay hear me out.. Joe Keery x reader where you've been in the mall or something and accidentally bump into him, he helps you up and you apologize and noticed that he accidentally cupped your ass a bit but neither of you say anything at this point.

You go your way and sometime later some dude somewhere starts harassing, groping you etc AND WHAT A COINCIDENCE Joe comes around the corner and saves you from this creep, you thank him and then he offers to drop you home, you invite him in and you know there's some smuuuutttsss😏😏😏💦💦 ty💜

You got it my friend !!

TW:

How you ended up this way? No one would believe it, you don’t even believe it! This was really happening. You standing in front of Joe Keery doe eyed and swollen lipped from biting so hard that they should be bleeding. There was no way it was happening! His hand touched your shoulder bringing you back to the moment.

“Are you alright ? You look a little surprised.” His words were soft. Your mouth open and then closed just as quickly before any words could come out. He chuckled a little “a bit starstruck huh?” He teased. Starstruck was indeed correct but not the only feeling taking over your body. You stood there for a second pondering what you should even say because the last thing you needed to do was make a fool of yourself.

“You’re very pretty!” Came straight from your mouth as Joe handed back the bag he had accidentally made you drop when he bumped into you. Joe lifted an eyebrow followed by a small chuckle.

“Pretty huh? That’s a first but I can say the same thing about you.” Joe smiled at you as his fingers brushed over your knuckles for a split second. Both of you bit your lips. Neither of you could look away until his friend grabbed his shoulder and broke his concentration. Joe said goodbye to you leaving you still frozen until he was actually out of sight. A small sigh left your lips and your head hung low a little before you made your way towards Victoria’s Secret like you had planned. Once inside the overstimulating, over priced store you had a feeling in your stomach that wouldn’t go away. You browsed around looking at all the lingerie , bras, panties and everything in between when you made your way to the perfume section. You’d admit their perfume wasn’t too bad and enjoyed it, but the knot in your stomach grew tighter.

“That stuff smells really nice!” A man’s voice rang in your ears as you held the bottle in your hands. You set it back down and gave him a nod with a slight smile before taking a few steps away to go look at a different bottle. The man followed behind you acting like you knew him so no one would be alarmed. His hand grabbed onto your ass making you jump but not yell. You shot him a look only for him to do it again. Your nostrils flared as you stormed towards a different section , but he followed you until you found yourself bumping into what felt like a wall.

“Sorry.” You mumbled only to realize that by some fate it was Joe once again. You looked over your shoulder to see the man still coming towards you so with quick thinking you grabbed Joes hand and gave him the most pleading eyes he had ever seen. The dots connected in Joes head and he played along. Joe kissed your head and pulled you close before wrapping his arm around your waist .

“Just go with it.” He mumbled to you before casually walking out of the store. You looked over shoulder to see the old man glaring at the two of you. Joe pulled you closer making you stumble a little against the tile before turning the corner and down the hall that lead to the bathroom.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to do that.” You tucked your hair behind your ears as Joe pursed his lips together.

“I know but you looked very upset, couldn’t stand to see such a pretty thing like you upset.”

Your cheeks burned bright when his words filled your ears. Your fingers tucked your hair behind your ear while your hormones made you feel like a teenage school girl. It was no secret that you liked Joe ever since you seen him as Steve Harrington.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to give you a ride home, so no one else creeps on you… if that’s okay of course.” Before you could even gather the word yes in your mind your head was spreading nodding while wrapping your arm around his. Joe smiled at you before taking out the back quietly as possible not to bring any attention to the two of you.

Once you were safe inside of his car it felt like it was still a dream that this couldn’t be real. There was no way it was real! Until you looked at the clock in his car and watched the minutes pass. This was actually happening! Joe Keery was giving you a ride home which in your opinion was the same thing as getting an Uber but a lot cooler. Both of you sat in silence as he followed the GPS to the address you gave him. No words were exchanged until he pulled into your driveway.

“Thank you, for everything. I appreciate it.” You gave him a smile as you gathered your bags from around your feet as you said your goodbyes or at least what you thought was goodbye. Joe had turned off the car and followed behind you when you had made your way inside. “I.. uh.. I got it from here Joe .”

“Just wanted to make sure.” He gave you a half hearted smile. You stood on your doorstop gripping your bags before you leaned forward and kissed his cheek to which Joe smiled before reaching out , grabbing your face and kissing you softly moving his lips with yours making you almost drop your bags. You pulled away slowly to look at him only for your mouth to hang open while breathing heavily. “Come inside ?” You mentally smacked yourself before fixing your words, “would you like to come inside?” Joe nodded quickly as you fumbled to get inside and once you were set he followed you inside to the living room where you set down your bags before he could wrap his arms around you to pull you closer. His lips were attached to yours again making your hands grip the back of his neck and pull on his neck hair while his lips moved along the side of your neck. You swore this wasn’t really happening despite the strong scent of his cologne filling your nostrils, his lips sucking gently on your hot skin on your shoulder , the way his hands massaged your hips while walking you backwards until you stumbled onto the couch , his body crashing on top of yours.

“Say the word and I’ll stop.” His hot breath tickled your ear lobe. Joe waisted no time in running his hands over your thighs to flip up the bottom of your little skirt to show him the embarrassingly large wet spot on your little cotton panties. He arched his eyebrow at you while you laid below him as if you were an innocent angel. His fingers hooked into your panties and slid them down while licking his lips, you watched in awe before a shudder ran over your body when the cool air blew over your pussy. Joe watched how your pussy fluttered at the air making him smirk before he got comfortable on his stomach, grabbed your thighs and lifted your leg over his shoulder before slowly running the tip of his tongue over your folds.

“Joe!” You whimpered at the feeling of his tongue. You could feel him smile against your pussy. Joe slowly licked up and down while you combed your fingers through his hair gently until his index finger slid inside of you making you grip his hair. “Fuck! Joe!” Your voice sounded pathetic as he worked his tongue over your pussy and his finger pushed in and out of you.

“Mhmm, you’re being such a good girl for me honey.” Joe pulled his finger away and looked you in the eye before licking it clean. How could he be so pretty, yet so sinful? Joe went back down on you but it wasn’t soft and sweet like the first time, it was like animal instinct took over making him lap his tongue over you faster while holding you down by your thighs. He sounded so nasty sucking and licking your pussy which only made you more aroused by the second.

“Oh my god! Fuck fuck fuck!” You cried out as Joe devoured your pussy, eating you out like it was his last meal. “Fuck! You’re so good!” Your body was on fire , your heart beating faster as he locked eye contact with you. His nose brushed against your clit while he gave you the best innocent eyes while his tongue was deep inside of you swirling around to collect your arousal. “Joe!! You’re going to make me cum!” Your words were breathless. Joe mumbled into your pussy while pulling you close as possible so he could get every inch of your pussy.

The intense eye contact, his tongue lapping at you , his fingers gripping your thighs and the way he moaned into you was enough to make you cry out. “JOE! Fuck! I’m cumming!” Your back arched forward , toes curled into the couch and fingers death gripping his hair, but that wasn’t enough for Joe! He ate at your pussy enjoying every drop of your juices as you climaxed against his mouth making a mess of his face. Joe sensed how overstimulated you were as you ate out after your orgasm and slowly pulled away. His chin shined with your juices while he looked down at you.

Flushed cheeks, messy hair, dripping pussy, you were a painting come to life in his eyes. Joe stood up and you noticed how hard he was.

“Fuck me please.” You chocked out while reaching for his zipper.

“I thought you’d never ask!” Joe helped you take off his pants and smiled at your reaction when his cock sprung free from his boxers. Your mouth hung open for a second as you admired his girthy cock. It was average length but the girth was huge! You let out a little whimper while touching his cock making Joe laugh a little before he sat down on the couch and pulled you on top of him. He lined his cock up with your hole and slid you down on his fat cock making you grip his shoulders while moaning out his name. The stretch stung at first as you adjusted to his cock .

“Fuck sweetheart, you feel so nice on my cock.” Joe praised you while you bottomed out on his cock. His hands held your hips while he slowly moved you up and down on his cock making you roll your eyes back.

“Fuck me Joe! Please! Use me!” You blabbered out while getting cock drunk. Joe smirked at your words.

“Want me to fuck you hard hmm? Really give it to ya until you can’t walk hmm?” He thrusted faster into you making you whine.

“Yes please! I’m yours to use!’ You couldn’t believe the filth coming out of you but you didn’t care! This was everything you’ve wanted. Joe gripped your hips as tight as he could before he started bouncing you up and down hard on his fat cock. He loved the way you were going limp as if you were just a little fuck toy. You held onto him when he switched it up and started fucking up into you making his balls slap against you. The sounds echoing in the room made it even more real.

“God! Fuck! You’re so fucking good for me honey. Taking my cock just like a good girl!” Joe watched with lust filled eyes as he grunted while pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow .

“Yes yes yes! Fuck! Gonna make me cum!” Your nails dragged down his chest while Joes movements slowed down his own climax about to happen.

“Knees now!” He helped you as fast as he could but before you were fully on your knees Joe was cumming with a loud groan onto your face. You sat there taking it with a smile. Joe panted above you stroking his cock watching every last drop land on your lips. You licked it off your lips seductively before he laid you back down and rubbed your clit with his index finger as fast as he could which sent you over the edge in a new way, Joe had made you squirt !

“Fuck yeah! That’s so hot honey!” He praised as your squirt coated his wrist and the floor by his feet. Your body went limp as the last lit bit of liquid oozed out of you. Both of you said nothing, just laying in each others company. He broke first to get up and disappeared to the kitchen to come back with a wet washcloth to clean you up.

“Thank you.” You whispered as Joe finished cleaning you up.

“No need to thank me honey. It was my pleasure.” Joe leaned in and brushed his lips against yours before cupping your face in his hands.

“I meant for everything not just the amazing orgasm!” You giggled against his lips making him smile against yours .

“I know honey, it was all my pleasure .”

[milaisreading]

Blue lock in the Demon Slayer au

A continuation of this one: pt1

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. If smn has requests for this specific au, they are open.

⚽️Blue lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura. Demon slayer is owned by Koyoharu Gotouge ⚽️

The duo had quickly after left for Noel's house. (Y/n) was growing more and more nervous as the sun started breaking through the clouds more and more. Yoichi just clung to her (f/c) haori and yawned from time to time. Eventually, the two couldn't escape the sun for much longer and (Y/n) found a cave, where she left Yoichi to hide while she went to look for something she could transport Yoichi in.

'Maybe a basket? One of those with toppers would be good!' (Y/n) thought as she walked into a close by village, hoping to find something there. And sure enough, she came across a market where she could find various items, from vegetables to household items, everything was there. (Y/n) looked through all the items, when she suddenly came across the perfect basket. It was not too small or too big, with Yoichi being able to shrink, it will be easy to put him inside.

'Crap! I have no money with me!' (Y/n) gulped, looking around frantically as the shopkeeper came to greet her.

"See anything you like, miss?" The man asked as (Y/n) nervously nodded her head, pointing at the basket.

"How much is that basket, sir?"

'It's not like I can pay, why did I ask?!' She thought, gripping onto her necklace, a habit she had since a young age. Every time she had a difficult moment or she was nervous, she would look for comfort in the item, it belonged to her grandmother and she always gave her comforting words.

"Hmm... it's a fairly new basket." The girl looked at the man as he thought over the price.

"And it's handmade... 800 yen." He simply stated as (Y/n) was close to chocking on her spit. She gripped onto the necklace tighter, thinking of a solution, when it suddenly hit her.

"Do you... do you accept trade offs? For the basket?" (Y/n) asked, taking off her necklace with a heavy heart. The man raised his eyebrow as (Y/n) presented the item in front of it, then his eyes slowly widened when he inspected it more. The girl knew her necklace was worth more than 800 yen, it was in her family for 300 years and was made of gold. But... she had to sacrifice it.

'Sorry, grandma...' The girl thought as the man took the item out of her hand and looked at it.

"You sure you want to trade this for a simple basket?" The man raised his eyebrow as (Y/n) quickly nodded her head.

"Yeah! I really need it!"

Thinking for a moment, the man nodded his head and went to grab the basket for her.

'A small sacrifice... we need to get to Noa-sama's home before the sun goes down.' The girl thought.

"Yoichi! Yoichi, are you still here?!" (Y/n) yelled as she made her way into the cave where she left the demon boy, who peeked his head through the hole, waving his hand happily.

'Right, he can't speak normally anymore...' The girl smiled sadly and ran to where the boy was, dropping to her knees as she put the basket in front of her.

"Look, I found this basket for me to carry you in, it even has a lid! I can carry you through the day." Isagi's eyes lit up and he got out of the hole, then crawled into the basket. (Y/n) blinked when she saw how big he was in the basket and giggled, patting the boy's back.

"Can you turn tiny again like you did hours ago? It will be easier to fit inside." The girl encouraged him and Isagi let out a hum. She watched as his body slowly shrunk, giving him a better chance to get into the basket. Once fully inside, the boy looked up at (Y/n) and she petted his head.

"Great job! We are all set to go then!"

"Mhm!" Yoichi answered as (Y/n) put the lid on top.

"I am tired... and so hungry too." (Y/n) groaned as she stopped walking for a moment, looking at the slowly setting sun. Taking this moment of rest, she started thinking about her life back in the village, and how today's day would have looked way different if everything had stayed the way it was.

'Looking back, my life home was really great. I had a great childhood, parents who loved me and a friend who stuck by my side ever since we were little.' (Y/n) bit her lip, surpassing the urge to cry as she shook her head.

'I really shouldn't drown into self-pity, Yoichi should be my priority... Though, I wonder if our parents made it safely to the other side. I wish I hadn't left like that, maybe I could have done something? But it was a demon attack, even my own strength wouldn't have saved me...' Sighing, the girl glared at the setting sun and ran through the path in front of her, determined to make it safely to Noa's house.

"Yoichi..."

Night had eventually set and (Y/n) took a good whiff of the air, hoping to pick up the familiar sent of the white haired man. If she could smell him, even just faintly, (Y/n) would be able to figure out where his house was. She was doing that for the past 2 hours, but sadly was unsuccessful in all her attempts.

"This is weird, based on all the explanations I got... it should be here somewhere. But there is no smell... not even a sight of a house." (Y/n) muttered to herself, panic growing in her when every scenario hit her mind.

"Did he lie? Did he want to distract me so that he can sneak up and kill Yoichi?" (Y/n) muttered to herself again.

"I shouldn't have trusted that man like this... Now I just look stupid and-"

"And what? You look weird talking to yourself." The girl jumped in her spot and turned around, only to come face to face with Noa's stoic expression.

"N-Noa-sama! How did you sneak up on me like that?" (Y/n) wondered, surprised she didn't smell his presence even for a moment.

'Can demon slayers hide their smell now?' The girl thought as the man looked at her for a moment, and then at the basket she was carrying on her back.

"Your demon friend is inside there?"

"Oh? Yeah, I put Yoichi in here since it gives him a lot of shade."

"Mhmm. Come along now, you have a test to do prior to becoming my student." The white-haired man said as (Y/n) followed after him.

"What is the test, Noa-sama?"

"It's an endurance test. I could see with the way you held Yoichi back in the forest, that you have a good muscular built. Am I right?" Noa questioned when (Y/n) nodded next to him.

"Yeah, I was born with a big muscle density. Holding Yoichi back wasn't that hard for me."

"Alright, the test you will be going through will be focusing more on your other senses and you endurance. But we will first leave Yoichi at my house. Hurry up." Noa said, running away from (Y/n). The girl took a deep breath and followed after him, tired from the whole day, but she needed to become stronger.

"That's your house?! It's more like a mansion!" (Y/n) exclaimed as she walked through the gate, looking in amazement at the garden and the exterior of Noa's house. The man just nodded his head, letting the girl look around as he opened his front door.

"A lot of Hashiras own such houses. Now come inside, I already had a room prepared for Yoichi."

'Hashira? What is that now?' The girl wondered, but decided to leave this question for a later time. She followed after the man as he lead her into a semi-big room, which had a futon ready as well as some decorations. (Y/n) put the basket down and picked Yoichi out of it, the brought him to the futon to tuck him in.

"Your friend didn't attack anyone, right?" Noa asked from the entrance to the room and the girl shook her head.

"No, he actually slept ever since noon." The man nodded his head, relieved that the boy seemed to live up to the expectations he made for him.

'Maybe he really is different.'

As soon as Yoichi got tucked in, Noa escorted (Y/n) out of his home and towards a mountain. The girl kept quiet the whole time, wondering what the man had prepared for her. They eventually came to a stop, and (Y/n) looked up at the man.

"Eh? What are we doing on top of this mountain, Noa-sama?"

"This is where your test starts. As a demon slayer, you need to depend on your senses as much as on your physical strength. This side of the mountain is filled with different traps. Holes in the ground, ropes,logs that can be activated and hit you... in short, this place is where I will decide if you are worthy of my time or not."

(Y/n) gulped and nodded her head, looking at the path she came from.

"Come back to my house before the sun rises." Was the last thing Noa said before disappearing, leaving the girl in awe again.

'I wish I was that fast! It's so cool!'

Recovering from her initial amazement, (Y/n) looked at the road in front of herself, trying to prepare mentally for whatever was waiting for her.

'Not again!' The (h/c)-haired girl groaned as she crawled out of the hole. This was the 3rd one she fell into, and with how it was going she won't be finished with half of the mountain by the time the sun rises. Groaning, the girl sat on her knees for a moment, thinking over her next moves.

"Noa-sama said to train my senses. My sole strength can't help me here at all... I just need to focus on my surroundings." (Y/n) told herself and stoop up, determined to finish this.

"I promised to save Yoichi... I won't fail that promise." Woth a deep breath, the girl ran down the mountain, jumping when she noticed holes and ropes that could trap her legs. It was going well for a while, but (Y/n) ended up accidently stepping on a rope. Tensing, she heard a creek on her right side, noticing a log going her way. With wide eyes, the girl jumped away from oncoming object, flinching when she saw the log take down a tree.

"Noa-sama is very merciless...all these traps and so little time." (Y/n) muttered, and started running again when she noticed that the sky was getting brighter.

Noa looked into the room where Isagi was, humming when he noted that the boy was still asleep.

"Maybe he is regaining his energy back? If he really didn't eat anything since the transformation, he must be starving." Noa told himself and walked out of the room and towards the entrance of his house. He looked outside noting that the sun was close to rising and (Y/n) was nowhere in sight yet. The man was growing a little worried if she will make it, but decided to hide his emotions behind the stoic expression.

'If she can't complete that, she won't be fit for my training.' He thought, looking at the gates, patiently waiting for the girl to arrive. And sure enough, minutes later a disheveled and bloodied (Y/n) arrived at the gates, panting as she walked towards Noa. The man kept his neutral expression as the girl now stood in front of him.

"I completed the test, Noa-sama." (Y/n) said as relief washed over the man.

"Congratulations. (L/n) (Y/n), from today on you are officially the student of the Flame hashira, Noel Noa. We will start your training as soon as you are well rested." The girl sighed in relief and bowed.

"Thank you, Noa-sama."

[personwhowrites]

Hello, I have a request, do you write short stories if yes can you make a funny short story about the task force 141

Gaz losses a bet with Soap so Soap dares Gaz to flirt with Ghost as a joke to see his reaction, Gaz is a little scared Ghost might beat the crap out of him, when he walks over to Ghost at the opposite side of the room, he just say a couple of corney put up lines like "I'm usually on top of things, would you like to be one of them?" Ghost looks at him confused wanting to know what the hell is going on while Soap and Price are dying from laughter

“Are you high?”

Task Force moments

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“I bet that I can do over hundred push-up.” Gaz says with a prideful smile. “Against Soap.”

“You bet?” soap response looking up from his gun. “I mean, what are we betting?”

“Loser does anything the winner wants.” Gaz says dropping his gear next to him. “Price will do the counting.”

“I never agreed to any of this shit.” Price responds quickly looking up his book. “But, this seems interesting.”

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“On your marks..set..” Price held a moment of silnce as the two men held their push up positions. “Go!”

The two men started to do their push-ups.

“Twenty.” Price says looking at the two men. “Twenty seven.”

Soap look at the struggling Gaz— his arms were shaking but so were his. He could give up any moment but so could he. This continued on for a few more minutes. Both struggling to lift their bodies up and straighten up. Price took note of this and shook his head. He honestly expected better out of his men kids. Gaz look at soap and his arm shook under the pressure of his weight.

“Seven eight.” Price says paying close attention to their form. Gaz slips and hits his face on the way down. “And soap wins!”

“Damn it!” Gaz says with a groan. “All fair..”

Soap lets his body fall and he smiles. Knowing a dare he has been wanting to do someone. Ghost enters the room and sees them laying down. He doesn’t dare question because that would involve an unnecessary conversation. He walks to his cot and sits down looking at the floor.

Soap and Gaz sit up and stare at each other. Price sits down on his chair again and goes back to his book.

“Well you know what we bet.” Soap says with a devilish smile. “Go flirt with Ghost.”

“What.” Gaz says looking up quickly at soap. He was serious about the words that slipped his mouth. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope, now come on lad.” Soap says getting up and extending his hand out. “Getting cold feet now?”

“…What if he beats the shit out of me.” Gaz says in a low whisper. “He can.. destroy me in one blow of his fist.”

“He wouldn’t..” Price says not looking up firm his book. “Most practical thing he would do is yell.”

“Ghost yell?” Soap says turning to Price. “I never truly heard ghost yell unless his mad.”

“You aren’t helping.” Gaz says panicked. “I’ll take your duty of training the rookies.”

“I actually like it, I get to torment them.” Soap responds looking Gaz. “Now, don’t chicken out mate.”

Gaz shook his head and started to walk to ghost. Price look up form his book and then turn to soap.

“His actually gonna do it?” Price asks looking at him. “I didn’t think he had the balls to do it.”

“He doesn’t, watch him back out.” Soap says with a laugh. Ghost looks up to soap laughter. “Oh looks like his awake.”

Gaz stops a few inches away from ghost. Ghost looks at Gaz a bit confused by his anxious behavior. Gaz sits next to him on his cot and gives him a smile.

“The fuck are you doing?” Ghost asks in his annoyed British voice.

Gaz took a small breath and place his arm around his shoulder. Gaz look at him and smile, a subduction smile.

“Are you tired?” Gaz asks ghost with some fear. Ghost turns his attention to him and glares at him. “..are you?”

“Why..?” Ghost asks confusion. “But.. uh I am..”

“Because you been running all over my mind.” Gaz says grabbing his face. “..Wanna run down on something else?”

Ghost stares at him deep into confusion. Then soap holds onto price holding his laugh in. Price looks at the confuse look on ghost and then shakes his head.

“The fuck are you on?” Ghost says moving his face away from Gaz hands. “Are you high?”

“For you.” Gaz says more confident than before. “..Always for you Ghosty.”

Ghost gets up and stares at Gaz, slight angry filling his eyes. He turns to look at Soap and Price. Both avoiding his gaze and holding in laughter.

“Ghost, I’m usually on top of things.” Gaz says getting up and placing his hand on Ghost chest. “Would you like to be one them?”

Soap has enough as a concern Ghost backs away from Gaz. Soap bursts out laughing as Price chuckles and shakes his head. Gaz gives ghost a nervous smile.

“The fuck is wrong with all of you?” Ghost says leaving the room in deep confusion. “Jesus Christ..”

“I won’t forget this Soap.” Gaz says turning to them. “Just you fucking wait.”

“Oh trust me.. I don’t think none of us will.” Soap manages to say while still laughing. “Best shit I seen in this whole base.”

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A/n: I really hope this what you had in mind! Sorry if it seems to lack reliable source of the background. If you anymore requests I would love to write them! This was fun and interesting to write!